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call-memissbrightside · 5 months

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As a single parent, you worked overtime to make sure your son had a great Christmas… toys, clothes, all a good mixture of needs and wants.

The warm mug of much needed coffee was cuffed in your hand as you pretended to be at awe of all the presents Katsuma unwrapped.

His excitement made up for being woken up so early, a sleepy smile on your face as you watched Katsuma thank you over and over again for all the things you got him.

Christmas was usually a quiet thing in your household, Katsuma would unwrap all his presents, you’d unwrap whatever craft he made you in class, then the two of you would cuddle on the couch to watch Christmas cartoons. Katsuma would fall back asleep tucked into your side, and Christmas would be over.

Yet—

You hadn’t thought of what Christmas would be now that Katsuma had his father in his life.

A text from Katsuki in the early morning hours explained how he’d be a bit late coming over, something about a bank heist?

Right when Katsuma opened his last present did the doorbell ring, both of you perking up.

“It’s Daddy!” Katsuma’s excitement spiked, and he tumbled over all his toys and wrapping paper scattered across the floor to open the door.

“Ho ho ho brat!” Katsuki’s voice boomed, heavy boots from his hero costume mimicking the jolly man’s costume.

You explained to Katsuki that he shouldn’t go overboard with presents, Katsuma really didn’t need a swimming pool nor an electric car because he was just five, so you really thought he’d simmer it down when it came to gifting presents.

You were dead wrong.

“It’s a puppy!” Katsuma jumped around as his father carried in a small puppy in his arms, you noted how he must of just came back from a mission due to the fact that he had scratches and a rising bruise forming on his face. Nonetheless, your ex looked just as happy, carefully handing over the pup to Katsuma.

“A dog?” You were going to kill him.

Katsuma begged for a dog or any pet every year, but you just couldn’t do it. You worked all the time and lived in an apartment, plus all the responsibility would fall to you because Katsuma was five.

Katsuki had his famous smirk on his face, red eyes taking in your disbelief.

“Yea,” he said nonchalantly. “It’ll live with me, but can come visit when I come over.”

Relief made you fall back against your couch, visions of chasing around a teething puppy evaporating as quick as they formed.

Katsuma forgot all his other presents, now all his attention was on the small puppy.

“Mommy hold it!” He shoved the poor puppy in your lap.

Sensing you weren’t as excited as Katsuma, it curled up in your lap and fell asleep once you started petting his head as your son quickly excused himself to go, quote, “take a leak!”

Laughing, you looked at Katsuki. “You’re rubbing off on him.”

Katsuki snickered, collapsing next to you on the couch, clearly tired but still reached out to stroke the puppy on its head.

“Damn right, he’s my kid.” Katsuki smiled.

He truthfully hadn’t been this excited for Christmas in years, and seeing his sons reaction to his present made up for the fact that he had to fight off some lousy villains in the morning.

“A puppy? You trying to make me look bad?” You joked, still in disbelief that Katsuki ‘won’ Christmas. Not that it mattered, but you knew when Katsuma was asked what he got for the holiday, he’ll bring up the puppy rather then all the other toys you got him.

Katsuki tipped his head back to laugh.

“It’s my first Christmas with him,” he shrugged. “I wanted it to be memorable.”

Katsuki took something out of his pants, before handing you a small box.

“Oh Katsuki, you didn’t have to—,” you were quickly cut off.

“Just open it woman, sheez,” katsuki rolled his eyes.

Opening the box, you gasped, inside was a beautiful necklace with Katsuma’s birthstone and a small ‘k’ dangling next to it.

“So you’ll always have him with you, even when the brats at my house playing with my awesome present.” Katsuki knocked your shoulder with his.

You were touched by the sentiment, and the necklace was beautiful. It was thoughtful, and sweet, but you had something up your sleeve.

“Box on the left, it’s yours.”

Katsuki groaned as he got up to retrieve it, but returned to sitting next to you.

“Katsuma? Are you okay?” You called out to your little boy, slightly worried he was taking some time in the bathroom.

“I’s okay mommy!” His little voice called out. “I got a big dump!”

You and Katsuki both laugh, and the hero opens up his present.

It was a photo album of Katsuma over the years, you smiled fondly of all the photos you remember taking of your baby as Katsuki looked at every page. The last four pages had recent pictures of Katsuki with his son, some sly photos you took when they were together.

“I’m always going to be sorry I held Katsuma from you when he was born,” you explained, the similar guilt weighing heavily on your chest. “But,” you jutted your chin to the photo of Katsuki helping Katsuma ride his bike, “I hope we can make more memories together.”

Katsuki was silent. You worried for a moment you did something wrong when he didn’t say anything. Then—

The puppy barked unhappily from being startled when Katsuki hugged you tightly to his chest.

“Thank you,” he mumbled against your forehead. “This is the best present ever.”

You smiled, eyes becoming teary.

“I guess I ultimately won Christmas,” you teased.

Katsuki barked out a laugh, letting you go and petting the puppy again lazily, flipping through the pages again of the scrap book.

“I guess I can live with taking second place.”

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textmel8r · 25 days

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[ DRABBLE ] 𝐎𝐅𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐄 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒 ! ( fourth installment ) in which you are forced to plan a corporate event with your office enemy .

୨୧˚ part; one. two. three. four. five. six. seven. eight.

୨୧˚ incl; kento nanami

୨୧˚ cw; smut (?) , dub-con , alcohol consumption , profanity

( flashback; ) Wreaths and holly plants decked the usually barren, white walls of the seventh floor office level, and soft Christmas music looped on the overhead speaker in attempts to induce a jolly spirit. Colleagues conversed, discussing plans for December break over plastic cups of spiked cider. Everyone seemed in high morale; even Gakuganji, who donned a cheaply made Santa suit, still wrinkled from its time being folded in a package. Your first ever office party was about as much as you expected–not the worst time, but certainly not the best time, either. It didn’t help that you were still technically the “newbie” despite having been a member of the company for a few months at that point. Man, it was hard to make friends in an office full of stoic suits.

You remain near a far wall, slumped against the oversized copy machine with a drink in hand. Nobody had even appreciated your dress; a modest crimson thing with white, cottony trims to mimic Old Saint Nick. Figures. You pout into your cup, knocking back a heavy swig.

“Woah-ho, you sure went all out.”

The dialogue was unexpected and you sputter on a swallow of liquor, startled. A preemptive hand pats your back, something like a mother trying to burp a newborn. You swallow your spit at last, recollect yourself, and whip your head up to follow the source of the voice that nearly killed you. There stood a man tall and spindly in his stature with the most beautifully long, goldish hair drawn back into a ponytail. He is dressed down, wearing a simple pair of dark jeans and a sweater in favor of the suits nearly everyone else sported.

“You shouldn’t sneak up on ladies,” comes your meager reply. Your free hand smooths down the skirt of your dress, and you clear your throat. “You scared the shit out of me.”

The man smiles apologetically. “Ah, I noticed. My bad.”

“It’s okay. Just… just don’t do it again.”

“Roger that.” He has his own drink, and you manage to catch a glimpse of it over the rim of the solo cup. It’s a dark, murky color, much more amberish than the cider that was being served. “I haven’t seen your face around before, it made me curious.”

“I secured a position here during spring.” Now that you think about it, he was unfamiliar to you as well. You would have definitely remembered that ponytail. “Are you–I mean, do you work in this building?”

He shakes his head. “Nah, they got me holed up in the Shibuya location,” he winks, leaning in. “I make it a habit to come to all the office parties, though. I can’t resist a little holiday cheer.” Two bony knuckles move to brush delicately against the trim of your dress. “I’m Haruta Shigemo, and you’re…?”

“Not interested.”

Shigemo juts his bottom lip out. “C’mon, don’t be like that. I can’t know your name?”

Holding an index finger to your chin, you pretend to think about it. “What will you give me in return?”

A smirk worms its way onto Shigemo’s thin lips. He angles his hip toward you and pulls up the hem of his knitted sweater, gesturing to the uncanny flask half sticking out of his jeans’ pocket. “I brought good stuff,” he sings quietly, away from prying ears, and suddenly you understand the reason for his drink being a couple shades too dark. “And I’m good at sharing.”

Yeah, maybe it wasn’t the wisest decision to accept unknown liquor from a virtual stranger, you should’ve really considered all of the possible outcomes to this situation. You’d already had a little over two cups of warmed cider, rotating on the axis between tipsy and full on drunkenness. Your foggy brain didn’t care much to think about how some of this so-called “good stuff” would only lead to an inevitable, total inebriation. Or, a less likely but just as concerning scenario, Shigemo’s flask could be chock full of poison. Either way, you were itching to turn a less-than-okay party experience into a fun one.

“Y/n L/n,” you said finally, and Shigemo looks pleased. Strategically as to not give away the secret, he stood before you and widened his shoulders to create a makeshift cover while he poured a solid few glugs from flask to your cup. Immediately, the booze reeks of something strong like industrial glass cleaner. Your nose wrinkles as the stench singes the hair from your nostrils. “Smells fucking rancid.”

“Maybe you’re just not used to top shelf liquor?” Was that a dig? You’ll show him that you’re plenty accustomed with expensive booze (you’re not. not at all).

So you drank it. The taste of piss mixed with vinegar nearly made you retch, but after your second glass and an assload of determination, it started to taste… good? Maybe this Shigemo guy wasn’t too bad. The rest of the night was a blur of silly dancing to dumb Christmas songs, ugly laughing at the horse calendars pinned to the wall, and… well, the bathroom.

“We shouldn’t be doing this.” Your tone was breathy, a cross between giggly and pure apprehension. There in the men’s restrooms, you were perched up on the sink counter. That festive dress was slipped up around your hips by two slender, greedy hands, and a tiny waist worked between your thighs. Shigemo kissed you into silence.

“Why not?” He kisses you again, fumbling with his belt buckle. He’s nipping down your neck, whispering, “The risk is so fucking hot.”

And oh goodness, was he a man on a mission. Tearing the collar of your dress down beneath your breasts, fingering holes into your sheer stockings, stuffing a fist inside your panties… You were in no state of coherence to stop him.

Had it not been a professional obligation on his part to attend this year’s Christmas party, Nanami finds himself fantasizing about all the ways he’d much rather be spending this brisk winter evening. Probably soaking in his tub, nursing a glass of red wine and working on that book he’d been putting off thanks to the ungodly amount of work on his plate as of late. Then, he’d exercise those cooking skills he seldom had time to use and prepare a meal that had much more to offer than these feeble, sugary snacks at this party. Seriously? Cookies and cake? They were adults for goodness sake.

The floor was stuffy and claustrophobia-inducing. Everywhere he turned, Nanami was accidentally bumping somebody with his shoulder or his elbow or some other limb he lost track of. And the conversations were abysmal. Nanami has always been good with his words—he had to be in a profession like this—but Christ, talking to his zombies-for-coworkers was a worse fate than death itself. They drone on about office assignments, about deadlines and paperwork with no hint of light behind their eyes. Is that what he looks like to others? A worrisome thought, that Nanami was just as much of a slave to the corporate world as they were.

The deep train of thought is cut off before it spirals when red catches his eye. A dress red as rubies sticks out like a sore thumb among the sea of blacks and blues and grays of suits. You’re dressed in a silly get up, like those Mrs. Claus actresses in the malls that take pictures with children. Y/n L/n, Nanami recalls your name. He knows you, the newest employee in the office. He’s had very few chances to speak with you, and when he did it mostly consisted of him relaying orders from Mr. Gakuganji. But even in those brief instances, Nanami saw it plain as day: you were different. The first lively fool he’d seen in a while, eyes still glinting with the prospects of optimism and naive hope for the future. Foolish indeed, but he couldn’t bring himself to hate it. You were a breath of fresh air, but Nanami knew that it was only a matter of time before you were beaten and battered into another mindless cog in the corporation's machine.

A strange urge bloomed within the hollows of the man's chest; an urge that told him to initiate communication with you. Perhaps just a "hello" at the very least, seeing as you were his direct subordinate. It was the polite thing to do, right? Or maybe that was just a weak excuse he convinced himself of because Nanami didn't want to admit that you intrigued him in every sense of the word. You would provide an interesting back and forth, something Nanami desperately craved in the throes of this tedious party.

Golden eyes scanned the room. But no matter how long and meticulous he stared into the mass of bodies, Nanami could not locate the shade of red that had incited this search to begin with. There was a muted pit of disappointment the settled heavy in his stomach when he came to the realization that you simply were gone. He didn't doubt the probability that you ditched, no, he'd commend you for doing something he could not. Nanami sighs under his breath, lets his shoulders droop, and takes the last swig of his drink (water of course, the spiked cider was much too sweet for his tastes) before maneuvering through the crowd towards the bathroom. A five minute breather alone in a stall sounded like Heaven on Earth.

He shouldered through the metallic door, eyes closed, fingers tugging the knot of his too-tight tie as he stepped inside the restrooms. Only the sound of a feminine gasp was what pried his heavy eyelids open.

All three bodies froze: Nanami by the entrance with a slack jaw and wide eyes, a man he vaguely recalls from the Shibuya district stood between a pair of opened legs with his jeans tugged down to mid-thigh, and you. You, with your stupidly red dress in disarray, the neckline dipped below your bare breasts and the lower hem bunched up around the curve of your waistline. There you were, sitting up on the sink completely exposed... God, that bastard's hand was still buried down the front of your panties.

As if time suddenly unfroze, said bastard rips his hands away from your most delicate parts in favor of pulling his jeans back up. Nanami blinks once before cocking his head to the side at the unnatural speed of light, focusing on the faux plant in the corner, the uneven tiles beneath his dress shoes, the cracks in the eggshell paint on the wall... anything besides your indecent self.

"Whoops, would ya' look at that?" Shibuya fucker laughs halfheartedly as he fumbles with the button on his jeans, flustered and giggly. "Guess we got a little carried away there, my bad man!" He slinks towards the door, towards Nanami, but pauses. "Hey, you're Nanami Kento, right?"

"Yes." It's a cold response. Nanami doesn't look to the other man, instead he keeps his eyes trained down as to not get another eyeful of you.

"Aha right! Well," Shibuya fucker sweatdrops, clasping a hand over Nanami's shoulder. "Let's keep this a secret from the higher ups?"

The elder grimaces. "Please don't touch me."

The hand is ripped away. Shibuya fucker shows his palms in sort of a defensive stance as more anxious chuckles erupt from his throat. "Good seeing you, then!" And with that, he slips out of the bathroom leaving you high and dry. The prick didn't even bother to stay and help you get recollected.

"I'm decent." You sound meek, a tone Nanami has yet to hear from you thus far. It sounds small. Humiliated. "You... you can look now."

So he does, only to regret it. There you are, hopped off the sink and standing before him in a pitiful display. Your slender neck was tainted with love marks, darkened bruises bit into flesh with little artistry. Your stockings were shredded carelessly, bits of plumpness squishing through the holes. Your hair was mussed, forehead sweaty, lipstick smeared and... why was Nanami so irritated by the sight?

"What..." He starts, trying to find the words. "What is the matter with you?"

You gawk. "Nothing."

"Nothing." Nanami scoffs, hands pressed to his hips. "How careless could you possibly be? Fucking at a work event? I mean, for fuck's sake Y/n."

"I'm sorry, okay?" Your words are clipped. As if you have any right to catch an attitude with him right now.

"Sorry doesn't change the fact that you..." His sentence trails off into a tiny, frustrated growl scratching from the back of his tongue. The man takes his nose bridge between his thumb and forefinger. "The door was unlocked. Anyone could've walked in and saw you like that!" Exposed. Bare. Vulnerable.

"I don't know what else you want to hear other than sorry." Nanami doesn't miss the microscopic vocal crack in the word sorry. You hug yourself tight, forearms crossed over your chest. Your shoulders stutter, and your lips are sucked between your teeth to hide the wobble in them. "I'm... sorry."

You dress strap hangs off your shoulder. Nanami can't peel his gaze away from the strip of fabric. He takes a slow step in, gauging your reaction to it. You don't show any signs of discomfort, so he advances closer. The red strap is dainty against his rough fingers, so he cautions himself to be extra gentle when slipping it back up into place.

"Thanks," you sniffle.

He shushes you. Nanami isn't done yet, far from it. You still look disheveled and sad and weepy and he can't fucking stomach it for some ungodly reason. So he gets to work, first wetting a paper towel in the bathroom sink—the same one you'd been getting groped on a mere few minutes prior—and gingerly swipes away the smeared makeup from your kiss-swollen lips. Then, he's taking it upon himself to straighten out your hair. You let him stroke down your baby hairs without pushback, limply letting him rearrange your appearance as if you were some sort of life sized doll.

Nanami steps back to admire his work. The evidence of foreplay was nearly gone, save for the dreadful state of your stockings and those ugly teeth-shaped indents down the side of your neck. “Take those stockings off before you leave the bathroom,” he utters. “They look…” Slutty is the word that comes to mind first, but he’d never say it aloud. So he leaves it at that.

You’re looking at him with an unreadable expression. If anything, Nanami discerns a little concern in the way your brows turn upwards. “Are you going to tell anyone about this?”

He wants to oh so bad. To be the lame tattletale and snitch to Mr. Gakuganji because fraternization is wrong, and fraternization in the workplace is double wrong. “I should report you,” there’s a pregnant pause, “but I won’t.”

Why? He asks himself.

You seemed to have read his thoughts. “Why?”

Nanami doesn’t have an answer to that. Where is this slice of mercy coming from? All he knows for certain is that staring at the trembling woman in front of him any longer will have him blow a fuse. “Go home, Y/n.” It’s the last thing he offers before turning on his heel and walking back out into the Christmas function, swallowing down each and every confusing feeling swirling around his brain.

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firstdivisiongirl · 6 months

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Hiiioo!! Can I have trafalgar law with #13? Fluff and fem reader. Thanks 🎄

Hi and Merry (Early) Christmas. This was a little hard at first. These were two things that didn’t seem to go together, but hopefully I gave you something you will love. Enjoy!

Day 16: Law - Santa is Real, Who Do You Think Brings the Presents?

It was Christmas time, which meant everyone on the Polar Tang (even Law begrudgingly) was decorating. Since you were all busy being a pirate crew, you waited till Christmas Eve to decorate.

You noticed Bepo leaving the port hole open, and whenever someone came over to close it, he told them not to. “Hey Bepo,” you said, approaching him, “we should probably close the port hole. We don’t want a draft to come in or anything.”

“No,” he yelled, blocking you from going up the metal ladder to close it, “we have to let Santa get in! If we don’t leave it open, he’ll skip the submarine.”

“Oh honey, Santa isn’t real.”

“Of course, Santa is real, who do you think brings the presents?” Law, you boyfriend, injected into your conversation, “Bepo, can I borrow Y/N for one minute?”

Bepo nodded and Law led you into his room, which was covered in shiny silver tinsel. You assumed Bepo did it based on the fact that if anyone else went in his room, they’d be dead.

“Bepo doesn’t know about Santa, so we do this. Just go along with it.”

“Why not just tell him?”

“I can’t see him cry. It’s one of my biggest weaknesses. That and your puppy dog eyes.”

You understood his reasoning. Seeing Bepo cry was your biggest weakness as well. A bright idea popped into your head. “Hey Law, you know I love you right? I have a plan. You in, honey?” you asked with puppy dog eyes. He sighed loudly, “I don’t like the sound of this.”

You and Bepo were up all night, the only light coming from the hundreds of Christmas lights and the starlight coming from the porthole door. You convinced him that if you saw Santa, that you’d believe. It was currently 1AM. Bepo was so excited! He was going to meet Santa!!!! Not the fake Santas at the different ports, but the actual Santa.

Suddenly, someone started to climb through the porthole. A pair of old black leather boots and a red velvet suit came down the ladder and into the Polar Tang.

“Ho ho ho,” said the man, jolly as can be, “looks like my biggest fan came to say hello this year. I have a lot of presents for everyone on the ship. Even that grumpy, annoying and beautiful nonbeliever.”

“Oh my god Santa! Look, I told you he was real!”

You giggled, “I can see that Bepo. Looks like you proved me wrong! Now, go get some sleep, Bepo. I need to apologize to Santa.”

You walked up to the white bearded man, as Bepo disappeared into the distance and into his room. You two checked to make sure the coast was clear. “Good job. Looks like your Whitebeard impression really did come in handy for once, Captain.”

The man started to take his beard off, revealing Trafalgar Law, “you owe me big time for this! You’re lucky I love you!”

“I know! Thank you Law. I think we made this the best Christmas for him. I should get some sleep. You have a lot of presents to deliver, Santa.”

“I take it back…you annoy me more than Kid and Luffy combined.”

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kaciidubs · 5 months

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My Mrs. Claus | 8 Days of SKZcember 2023

Prompt: "ho ho holy shit you look good." lmao im so sorry

❣ Summary: Who didn't want to make a statement for one of the final parties of the year? ❣ ❣ Word Count: 986 ❣ Warnings: Fluff, humor, slight suggestiveness, Jisung is a flirt but he means well ❣ ❣ Female! Reader [No use of Y/N] | You/Your pronouns ❣ ❣ Additional Tags: Han is referred to as Jisung, Ji, and Baby, Reader is referred to as Jagi, Mrs. Claus, unedited ❣ Stray Kids Masterlist ❣ General Masterlist ❣ SKZcember 2023

It was your favorite time of the year; the annual JYP Family Christmas Party finally making its appearance - a somewhat under the radar event started by a few of the seniors of the company as an opportunity for all of the artists and staff to have a night of celebrating the year’s accomplishments and catch up with friends they wouldn’t usually be able to catch up with.

Sometimes faces from other companies make an appearance, but the majority would always be JYP signed artists and even trainees - though they would only be allowed to stick around for the early hours of the party.

This year you planned to do it big - well, not big, big, but big to where you found yourself staring at a red sweater dress and a black leather belt to go across the middle currently laid out on your bed; a classic rendition of the jolly old Saint Nick, but cuter.

“You know the party starts in two hours, right?”

Rolling your eyes, you looked toward the closed door of your bedroom, as if you would miraculously gain x-ray vision to see your boyfriend on the other side. “Yes, Ji, I know!”

“And you know we said we’d meet the others before heading there, right?”

You scoffed, turning toward your vanity to start a simple makeup look, “I know - I don’t even know why you decided to come here to get ready, I could’ve just met you at the 3Racha plus Artist dorm.”

Even with the door shut, you could picture his offended expression paired with the pointedly loud gasp he made sure you would hear.

“And have to find out what my beautiful, amazing girlfriend is wearing at the same time as my friends? No way! That’s cruel and unusual punishment, Jagi.”

“Then you should know,” you started, pausing for a moment to apply foundation around your mouth and chin, “the more you talk to me, the longer I’m gonna take to get ready!”

“Can’t you just let me inside? I won’t do anything but watch!”

“Han Jisung.”

“Fine, fine - I’m going! I’ll be on the other side of the door, scared, cold, and so, so lonely.”

“Alexa, volume seven, please.”

The sound of your music grew louder, effectively putting a pacifier on Jisung’s teasing antics as you continued getting ready for the party.

It didn’t take long for you to finish your makeup and hair, and by the time you shimmied into your dress, there was a little more than an hour left on your metaphorical timer.

“Okay, baby, you can come i-”

The door swung open at lightning speed, Jisung all but falling through the doorway as he eagerly scanned your room, “Finally! Took you forever, I thought I was gonna-” His eyes landed on your form and they widened instantly, lips falling into a small ‘o’ as he took you in fully.

Bristling at the sudden attention, you found yourself consciously tugging at the hem of the dress, though it fell respectfully just above your knees, “Is it too much? I bought this not too long ago when I realized it matches your sweater and-”

“Ho, ho, holy shit, you look good!” Barely even acknowledging your nervous rambling, he made his way toward you, a wide smile growing on his lips, “Jagi, you look- wow, look at you!”

A sheepish laugh floated past your lips as you reached for the belt to top off the outfit, easily sliding it around your waist and fastening it. “Alright, alright, you don’t have to gas me up, Ji.”

“Gas you up? Baby, I don’t need a reason to gas you up, you’re already on fire!” He let out a low whistle, scanning you up and down as if you were a priceless find, “Mrs. Claus, can I sit on your lap and tell you what I want instead?”

“Jisung!” You laughed, fanning yourself in hopes of alleviating the heat of his stare and his equally heated compliments. “It’s really nothing, I’m sure there’s gonna be other people more dressed up than I am.”

“You really think that would matter to me? You could’ve dressed as the Grinch and I’d still think you were the hottest one in the room.” Walking closer to you, he slid his hands onto your hips, fingers welcoming the soft cotton dress, “You look beautiful, Jagi, really.”

Cooing softly, you leaned forward to press a soft kiss to his lips, being mindful to not smudge the red lipstick that currently painted your lips, “Thank you, baby - you look handsome too.”

Sharing one final kiss, you slipped your way out of his arms before he could be compelled to steal another kiss that would set you both back longer than necessary.

“I just need to put on my heels and we’ll be out, okay?”

“Whatever you say, Mrs. Claus, I’m just your humble elf servant here to do anything you need me to.”

Grabbing one of your black boots from the floor, you looked up at him with an arched brow, “You don’t want to be Mr. Claus?”

A sly smirk creeped its way onto his face as he shook his head, ash brown hair tickling his forehead at the motion, “Nah, Mrs. Claus getting with one of her helper elves is a way hotter concept.”

You hummed slowly, nodding your head as you slipped on your shoe, “Right, right, we’ll unpack that thought later.”

Putting on your other shoe, you were officially ready to meet with the other boys; grabbing a jacket from the closet while Jisung handled your purse and a pair of flats ‘just in case’.

“Jagi, you mind letting the guys know we’re leaving now?” Jisung called as he made sure the van was ready outside.

Humming in acknowledgement, you unlocked your phone to send a swift text to the combined group chat.

You: Mrs. Claus and her Elf are on their way 🎄

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furrytalebeard · 6 months

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Jolly and white

There was no doubt Harrison was not a good chief. Recently the police chief had stepped down and named Harrison as his replacement. Harrison was very young and very obnoxious, he made the workplace super unfun.

Harrison ignored all his older coworkers ideas, outlawed snacking in the station, and made everything about work work work. His coworkers had just about had enough. So when the yearly Santa visit to the station was scheduled, the staff kept it a secret from Harrison knowing he would cancel it and say they should focus on work, and that Santa promotes a bad body image.

That Saturday the office gathered to watch Harrisons shock as a man dressed as Santa walked into the station bringing desserts for everyone.

"what’s the meaning of this?" Harrison asked.

"Ho ho ho, merry Christmas to you too. I’ve come to spread some cheer and joy" Santa replied.

"I’m sorry but we don’t do treats in this station and you’re severely taking up our time why don’t you head out of here." Harrison fumed. Santa just chuckled "I’m sorry my boy but what’s wrong with a few treats?"

"A few treats? If I didn’t manage these fools they’d have a ton of treats every day and be as fat as you." Harrison replied.

"Oh there’s nothing wrong with that really, my stomach is just right” Santa said lifting his shirt to show Harrison. Harrison walked up and put his hands against the blobby stomach.

"see this is huge and-" Harrison began to choke on his words and cough as he felt his body changing, growing in size.

"it’s unhealthy and- BURRRRRRP" Harrison released a giant belch as the size of his stomach doubled than tripled. His beard began to grow in size too and take on a white color. By the end of his belch his uniform was hard pressed to contain his new fat body, everyone looked at him with shock waiting to hear what he had to say. His brow furrowed and he lifted his leg slightly then let out a giant FRTTTTTTTYY fart.

"HAH HAH HAH. Merry Christmas to you too Santa" Harrison said in a jolly voice. Santa chuckled and patted Harrison’s stomach. "Everyone feel free to take the day off enjoy the holiday season and eat lots of treats"

Everyone cheered they loved Harrison he was the best and most jolly Chief they’d ever had.

#gay #weight_gain #weight gain #fat #transformation #hypnosis #age progression #Santa #personality change #reality shift

#age progression tf #male tf #gay hypnosis #transformation #mental change #male transformation #straight to gay #hypnosis

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bedoballoons · 5 months

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─⊰⁠⊹ฺ🎄𝔾𝕖𝕟𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕟 ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤⊰⁠⊹ฺ🎄

Albedo x Reader

{༻~Day 15: Dressing up as Santa~༺}

CW: Super sweet! Albedo dresses up as Santa for Klee!

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𑁍༄Albedo:

"Is Santa really here? Dodoco and I have been waiting soooo long.." Klee looked up at you with bright eyes and a small frown. She'd left her normal attire at home, dawning instead a adorable christmas dress with bells and green bows, her elf ears and Santa hat making her look like one of his workers. She'd been so good the past couple months, no time in solitary at all, so you and Albedo had come up with the most perfect Christmas gift...only it took awhile to actually put it all together.

"He's just making sure the reindeer are put away in the stables, nice and fed with yummy hay. Isn't that right Santa!?" You shouted at the end, giggling a little when you heard a grunt from behind the door...he truly was the sweetest guy you'd ever met.

"Santa are you ok-"

"HO HO HO!" You and Klee gasped, Albedo...or rather Santa, threw open the door. His beard long and tangled, his outfit mishapened like he had pillows instead of a tummy...but he was still the jolly old man himself and slung over his shoulder was a rather large bag of what Klee could only assume we're Christmas gifts for all the good kids in Mondstat.

"Santa!! It really is you!! My name's Klee and this is dodoco! We've been really good all year and so has my brother Albedo and his partner too! I was hoping you could give us all Christmas gifts, oh pretty please!" You smiled at Albedo, the two of you meeting eyes for a moment as Klee ran up to him...you both knew she was going to ask for gifts for her and dodoco, but neither of you would have guessed she would have for you two.

"Well little one, since you have all been so good this year, I have a very special gift for for you...as for your brother and his partner, their gifts will take a bit longer to get here. Do you think they will mind?"

"I don't think so Santa! They say they are eachothers gift all the time anyway!" Your cheeks flushed, your heart skipping a beat...you'd said that for sure, but Albedo had too?

"Aha, well that's adorable. Enough on that though, a gift for you." Albedo held out a neatly wrapped present for her, it wasn't to big or to small and it smelled like candied apples.

Klee unwrapped it quickly, tearing off the paper untill it revealed a entire story book, each page hand drawn by Albedo and every sentence written by you. It was a tail about dodoco, with pop up pictures and hidden compartments filled with candy, one of which had a miniature dodoco you had painstakingly sewn together.

She didn't say a word at first, just smiled so big as tears of join ran down her rosey cheeks, this was the best gift she'd ever gotten, "Thank you Santa!! Thank you!!"

ଘ(੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ♡‧₊˚~Merry Christmas~*⁠.⁠✧

#bedos christmas event #genshin impact #genshin headcanons #genshin #genshin fanfic #genshin x reader #genshin x you #genshin fluff #albedo fluff #albedo x you #albedo x reader #albedo headcanons #albedo genshin impact

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lovable-liar · 7 months

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To @lvrj4mie, Merry (very early) Christmas.

𝙏𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝗖𝗵𝗿𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗺𝗮𝘀.

Schlatt had seen better days. Struggling with the weight of his own melancholy, he trudged through his should-be jolly shifts with a heavy heart, the jingling bells and festive cheer of the holiday season ringing hollow in his ears.

Schlatt had seen better days. The holiday season, with all its jingling bells and festive cheer, felt like a heavy burden on his shoulders. His should-be jolly shifts as a mall Santa had become a painful reminder of the cheerfulness he had lost. As he trudged through the bustling mall, the weight of his own melancholy seemed to grow with each passing day.

The glistening lights and ornaments, once symbols of joy, now appeared as mere decorations in his life. The laughter and excitement that echoed through the mall felt distant and unattainable. Every ho-ho-ho he uttered was a mask concealing the sadness that had settled deep within him.

For Schlatt, the holiday season had become a time of bittersweet reflection. It wasn't just the season's demands that weighed him down; it was his own seasonal drinking and depression that had taken hold. The days blurred together as he struggled to cope with the darkness that always seemed to accompany the twinkling lights of the holidays.

As he gazed upon the smiling children who approached him, asking for gifts from Santa, he couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt. His own longing for a sense of fulfillment, a respite from his seasonal demons, seemed impossible to attain. The bottles of liquor that had once provided a temporary escape now only deepened his desolation.

Each night after work, he found solace in the embrace of alcohol, seeking refuge in its numbing embrace. The sharp edges of his depression seemed to soften as he drowned his sorrows.

Over the years, Schlatt had become a Scrooge, but instead of greed and avarice, his obsession had revolved around the sickeningly beautiful relationship he'd cultivated with Mr. Daniels. It was a partnership built on empty bottles and desperate nights, a toxic union that had gradually drained the color and joy from the holiday season.

When children came caroling at his door, their hopeful, harmonious voices reaching out into the frosty night, Schlatt would slam the door in their faces, an act of cruelty that seemed to contrast with the festive spirit.

The sight of those children, their faces a tapestry of disappointment, would haunt him as he'd trudge back to his glum solitude. And as fate would have it, he'd encounter those same faces at the mall the very next day, their shining eyes brimming with anticipation as they queued up to visit Santa.

While others reveled in the warmth of family gatherings and the genuine merriment of the season, Schlatt had found solace in the numbing embrace of his chosen poison. The twinkling lights that adorned houses and streets now only accentuated the shadows that had taken root within him.

The days of celebration, the exchanging of gifts, and the genuine spirit of giving had all lost their appeal. Instead, he'd spent the holiday seasons shrouded in a fog of depression, seeking refuge in the familiar clink of ice against glass.

The laughter and genuine cheer that once defined the holidays felt distant, as if they were part of another world. As he observed the genuine smiles on the faces of children who approached him as Santa, he couldn't help but feel the weight of his own hypocrisy. His desire to provide happiness to others clashed with the void that consumed him from within.

The joyous carols that wafted through the mall held no melody for Schlatt. He'd become an unwilling spectator to the festivities, a hollow observer of traditions he could no longer connect with. The holiday season, which should have been a time of renewal and hope, had become a stark reminder of his isolation and the despair he found relief in.

Until he met you. You had been a fixture in the beloved toy store at the mall for a couple of years, yet somehow, your paths had never crossed during previous holiday seasons. Schlatt's melancholic bubble seemed impenetrable, and the festivity of the toy store had felt like a world apart from his own solitude.

Despite working in the same bustling mall, your encounters had always been just out of reach. You had become the mysterious figure whose absence from his life made the toy store seem like an oasis of innocence and cheer, untouched by his own bleak reality. Schlatt had heard stories about you from the mall's regulars, tales of your infectious laughter and boundless enthusiasm, but had never had the chance to witness your spirit firsthand.

Little did he know that your presence would soon become a pivotal turning point in his life. Did I say soon? I meant-

"I am so sorry! I can't believe I didn't see you!"

Schlatt looked up, a dazed expression in his eyes, after the accidental collision had sent him tumbling to the floor. As he struggled to regain his senses, he found himself caught in your warm, concerned gaze, which felt like a lifeline in his disoriented state.

He couldn't help but take in your outfit, a sight that was nothing short of magical. You were adorned in a charming green mini dress, its neckline adorned with a whimsical zig-zag red trim that played host to delightful jingle bells at each point, your legs were sheathed in red and white striped tights, a playful contrast to the rich green of your ensemble that also gave a sense of joviality and whimsy to your entire look, perched atop your head was a small pointy hat, completing the picture were a pair of elf ears, lending an enchanting touch to your appearance, as if you had stepped right out of a storybook, bringing the holiday spirit to life.

But what truly caught his attention were the little red swirls you'd painted onto your cheeks, like hints of holiday magic that danced with every smile and giggle. It was a detail that made you look like a living embodiment of the holiday season, and you truly looked like one of Santa's little helpers.

Schlatt was momentarily lost in a daydream, his thoughts drifting into the realm of possibility as he gazed at your enchanting outfit. The colorful swirls painted on your cheeks seemed to blend with the cheerful atmosphere of the toy store, and for a fleeting moment, he wondered if he had stumbled upon a holiday fantasy brought to life.

However, he was swiftly brought back to reality when your voice, filled with genuine concern, reached his ears. Your words snapped him out of his reverie, and he realized that he was still on the floor. With a hint of embarrassment and gratitude in his eyes, he accepted your extended hand and slowly got back on his feet.

"Are you alright?" you asked, your eyes searching his for any signs of distress or discomfort.

Schlatt's heart raced, not only from the impact of the collision but also from the unexpected encounter with you. With a faint smile, he replied, "I'm okay, Toots! But, you are going on the naughty list for that."

Your smile in return was warm and welcoming, and for the first time in a long while, he felt a spark of hope igniting within him. The chance meeting had opened a door to a world of possibilities, and as he stood at the entrance of the toy store, Schlatt couldn't help but wonder if the magic of the holiday season had finally begun to work its charm on him once more.

Your playful banter brought a chuckle to your lips. "Oh, the naughty list, huh? Well, I suppose I'll just have to make it up to you then."

Schlatt's eyes twinkled with amusement as he responded, "I'll be looking forward to it, Toots. Maybe you can come to the North Pole?"

You playfully countered, "What about the South Pole?"

Schlatt's face turned a shade of pink, but he couldn't help but chuckle at the innuendo. "Hey!" he said with a grin, "Now that would definitely land you on a very different kind of list."

Your laughter filled the air, and the two of you continued your playful banter, knowing that this newfound connection had already started to reshape the holiday season for both of you.

In the following days, the bond between you and Schlatt grew stronger. It had become a delightful routine for him to visit you during your breaks whenever his Santa duties allowed, and the moments you shared in those brief interludes felt like stolen bits of happiness. Conversations flowed effortlessly, filled with laughter and shared stories.

And as the day drew to a close, you would meet up in the bustling food court, the aroma of freshly baked pastries and the buzz of the crowd surrounding you. Together, you would savor the warmth of hot cocoa, a comforting gesture that marked the end of the day. Those shared moments in the heart of the mall felt like precious memories in the making, and the anticipation of seeing each other again soon only added to the excitement.

But one day, as Schlatt made his way towards the toy store, his heart lighter than it had been in years, he noticed something that stopped him in his tracks. There you were, standing at the counter, engaged in a lively conversation with a man. The two of you were sharing laughter, your eyes crinkling at the corners just as they did when you laughed with him.

A strange, unfamiliar sensation swept over Schlatt, a sudden feeling of malice towards the man who was the cause of your laughter. He couldn't quite understand why this emotion had taken root within him. After all, you weren't dating, and he had no claim over your affections. Yet, as he watched you interact with the man, he couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy, as if something precious had slipped through his fingers.

In that moment, Schlatt was faced with a new challenge he had never anticipated. The joy and warmth you brought into his life were now mingled with unexpected emotions, leaving him to navigate the complexities of his own feelings. Turning back around, Schlatt's steps felt heavier than before, burdened with a dull ache that had been his constant companion for far too long. The lightness in his heart had evaporated, replaced by a somber and unfamiliar weight. With a heavy sigh, he walked away, carrying the weight of emotions he was only just beginning to understand.

When he got home that evening, he immediately searched for whiskey. Which made him realize he hadn't been drinking as much after he met you. Which made him realize what had happened today. Which made him realize how much he needed it. Needed you? Needed relief.

When he got home that evening, Schlatt immediately sought out his old companion—whiskey. The amber liquid, once a loyal friend in his times of despair, was now an unwelcome but familiar presence in his life.

As he poured himself a drink, Schlatt's thoughts circled back to the events of the day. He had noticed the shift in his feelings, the unexpected pangs of jealousy that had surfaced. It was a stark reminder of the emotional turmoil he had tried to escape, a reminder that he was still far from the transformation he so desperately sought.

In the midst of swirling thoughts and the warmth of the whiskey coursing through him, Schlatt couldn't help but recognize the truth. He hadn't been drinking as much ever since he met you. It was as if your presence had provided a different kind of relief, a ray of light amidst the darkness he had grown accustomed to.

But today had shaken his newfound resolve. The unfamiliar emotions had rattled him, and he craved relief, whether it came in the form of whiskey or something else. The lines between needing a drink and needing you had blurred, and Schlatt found himself at a crossroads.

The next day, he woke up with a pounding headache and a sense of regret. The familiar sense of emptiness lingered, a reminder of the whiskey-fueled evening. Schlatt knew that he had to confront his feelings, his need for relief, and the complexities of his journey towards transformation.

As he prepared for another day as Santa at the mall, the encounter with the man from the toy store weighed heavily on his mind.

When Schlatt went on his lunch break, a familiar face was standing by the changing room door of the mall, a look of anxious anticipation in their eyes. The moment their gaze met his, his heart panged once more, but this time with a different emotion. The mixture of worry and sadness that had clouded your eyes seemed to melt away in an instant, replaced by a genuine concern and warmth.

"Hey! Where were you yesterday?! I was looking for you everywhere after work," you exclaimed, your voice filled with genuine worry. "I asked your helpers if they knew where you were, but they all said you'd just up and left! Are you okay?"

Schlatt couldn't help but feel a tug at his heartstrings as he realized that you had noticed his absence, despite the relatively short time you had known each other. It was a reminder that you cared, and that simple fact brought a mixture of relief and hope to his heart.

With a sincere smile, Schlatt replied, "I'm alright, Toots. Just had some things to sort out. Thanks for looking out for me."

As you both continued your conversation during his lunch break, Schlatt found himself feeling an odd sense of comfort in your presence. However, the man from yesterday still weighed heavily on his mind, gnawing at the edges of his thoughts.

"Toots?" he interrupted you during your spirited rant as you shared lunch together.

"Yeah?" you responded, looking at him with a warm smile.

Schlatt hesitated for a moment, choosing his words carefully. "Who… who was the guy you were talking to before your first break yesterday? The one you were laughing with at the counter?"

Your expression turned thoughtful as you considered his question. "Oh, him? That's Alex," you replied, your voice tinged with amusement. "Just a coworker from the toy store. We were discussing some prank ideas for our annual Christmas party."

"You like him?"

"I mean, well yeah! He's a great guy to work with! Whenever we have a closing shift together, he always lets me leave early and will lock up by himself! As bad as I feel about it, it's one of my guilty pleasures..."

Schlatt chuckled, appreciating your candor. "No," he clarified, a playful glint in his eye, "Toots, I mean like—romantically? Do you like him romantically? Do you have... I dunno, feelings for him?"

You took a moment to consider his question before shaking your head. "Nah... I think—even if he didn't have a girlfriend, I'd still be iffy about dating someone I work with, you know? Like—well, I'd be okay with dating someone like you because we don't necessarily work together, we just work in the same building, but—"

"Someone like me? Or me?" Schlatt interjected, curiosity in his voice.

A warm smile crossed your face as you replied, "I'd date you!"

"Really?" Schlatt couldn't hide his surprise, a hint of disbelief in his tone.

"Yeah! You're wonderful..." You gave him a giddy smile, and the sincerity in your eyes made him melt, even visually.

"Shit, sugar tits," Schlatt felt breathless, "You've gotta stop being so nice to people. You're gonna get yourself killed..."

Your eyes sparkled with amusement as you quipped, "Sugar tits? Have I upgraded to a new nickname in New York vernacular?"

He let out a hearty belly laugh at your comment, his laughter resonating through the small corner of the mall where you were having your lunch. Your heart swelled with a sense of achievement, knowing that you had brought a genuine smile to his face, a smile that reached his eyes and lit up his features.

Schlatt's laughter was infectious, and you couldn't help but join in, sharing the joyful moment with him.

"You'd- You'd actually date someone like me though?" He asks as he comes down from his laughing fit.

"Why not?"

"I'm a fuckin' mall Santa, toots. The rest of the 334 days of the year, I stock up freezers in a deli while I try and make Youtube work for me."

"I work in a toy shop and dress up as an elf for 31 days out of the year, I'm pretty sure dating a mall Santa is the most fitting thing to do!"

You both settled into a comfortable silence for a moment, savoring the flavors of your lunch. The sounds of the bustling mall faded into the background as you shared this tranquil moment, appreciating each other's presence without the need for words. It was in these moments of quiet companionship that your connection seemed to deepen, and you both felt a growing sense of comfort in each other's company.

"So would you wanna-"

"Yes."

"Okay..."

"Is seven good?"

"Great."

"Okay..."

"Okay."

#jschlatt x reader #jschlatt #jschlatt fluff #schlatt #schlatt fluff #schlatt x reader

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bodyswappertransforming · 1 month

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### **The Santa Transformation**

In the midst of the bustling holiday season, 20-year-old Jamie found himself entangled with the law over a petty theft. The judge, a firm believer in unique forms of rehabilitation, sentenced Jamie to an unconventional community service: he was to become a mall Santa. This wasn’t just about donning a red suit and ho-ho-ho’ing for a few weeks. Jamie was to be enrolled in the esteemed North Pole Academy, a rigorous Santa training program designed to transform the unlikeliest candidates into the epitome of Christmas spirit.

On his first day at the academy, Jamie was a far cry from the traditional image of Santa Claus. Slender, with a smooth chin and a youthful air, he couldn't have looked more out of place among the jolly, round men milling around him. The transformation ahead was daunting. The headmaster, a robust old man with twinkling eyes, outlined the intense regimen Jamie was to undergo. First and foremost, he needed to gain 100 pounds to fit the part.

The diet was the first hurdle. Jamie, who had previously survived on fast food and instant noodles, was now consuming a meticulously planned menu rich in calories and nutrients. Each meal felt like a feast fit for a king: hearty stews, thick slices of meat, endless bowls of creamy mashed potatoes, and, surprisingly, lots of cookies—Santa's supposed favorite. The weight piled on steadily, filling out his cheeks and rounding his stomach.

Next came the matter of the iconic beard. Jamie's face was stubbornly bare, his youthful genetics laughing in the face of his predicament. The academy took a radical approach: a beard transplant. They harvested hair from the top of his head—a thick, curly mass that had always been his pride—and expertly grafted it onto his chin and cheeks. The procedure was peculiar, feeling both invasive and bizarrely ticklish as the technicians implanted each follicle. As the weeks passed, the transplanted hair took root, growing out into a lush, white beard that Jamie found both irritating and oddly comforting.

Physical transformation was not enough; Jamie also needed an essence of age, a certain gravitas that Santa is known to carry. The academy used potions—slight, shimmering vials of liquid that tasted faintly of peppermint and pine. Each sip seemed to weigh him down with decades of wisdom and kindness. His eyes grew softer, his voice deeper, and his demeanor calmer. The hustle of the holiday season slowed to a manageable, merry pace around him.

The training wasn’t all potions and feasts, though. Jamie learned the lore of Christmas, the names of all nine reindeer, and how to navigate a sleigh (albeit a virtual one). He practiced hundreds of different laughs, each one heartier than the last, and he listened to countless wish lists from the academy staff posing as children, refining his ability to seem infinitely wise and endlessly kind.

When the final day of training came, Jamie stood in front of a mirror, almost unrecognizable. The slender, troubled youth was gone, replaced by a robust man with twinkling eyes and a comforting smile. He was not just dressed as Santa; he felt like Santa.

His debut at the mall was a resounding success. Children adored him, parents respected him, and for the first time, Jamie felt a genuine connection to the spirit of giving and joy. Each child's laughter and bright-eyed wonder added a warmth to his heart that he had never known before.

Through the art of transformation and the spirit of the season, Jamie discovered redemption in the role of Santa Claus. He learned that every mistake has a silver lining and every person has the potential for change, even one as unlikely as a thief turned beloved holiday icon.

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mj-iza-writer · 5 months

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Twas the night before Christmas, and all through my home not a creature was stirring. Well at least maybe one.

Whumpee tiptoed past my room, and down the stairs they slank. Having no idea, I to was awake.

Down by the tree, they pulled their blanket tight. They couldn't believe this was the night.

A night they hoped and prayed for for so long, they now got their wish, it was finally here.

Whumpee adjusted the cookies and ensured the hot chocolate was warm, for old St Nick was sure to be near.

"Please keep them safe", Whumpee quietly prayed for Santa. They hoped he wouldn't forget.

Whumpee often felt forgotten those several Christmas nights. Whumper's house wasn't at all jolly and bright. It was to him just another night.

A noise startled Whumpee, they jumped in fright.

Loud foot steps on the roof this very night.

Some dust spilled from the fireplace, Whumpee gulped as heavy boots appeared just in sight.

Soon Whumpee looked up at a person who matched Caretaker's explanation on what Santa looked like.

"Sa-Santa?", Whumpee whispered fearfully.

"Hello Whumpee, how I've missed visiting you", Santa sat down, "I'm sorry I haven't visited you for so many years. Whumper often waited to make sure I didn't come see you. I've never forgotten you, I promise", Santa smiled happily, "I'm so happy you're with Caretaker now."

"Now here is everything I was never able to leave you", Santa poked his nose, and presents appeared, "you must wait until morning so Caretaker can help you."

Whumpee quickly nodded, "yes sir, you really mean it? You never forgot me?"

Santa held open his arms to welcome Whumpee for a hug.

"Never, I forget no one. Even Whumper gets coal", Santa chuckled to himself, with a "ho ho ho."

"Thankyou Santa for everything", Whumpee wiped their eyes.

"And don't worry, Caretaker has gifts as well", Santa winked, "I know you'll worry about him."

With one more hug Santa waved goodbye, "I'll be back next year, Merry Christmas and have a Happy New Year."

As Santa went up the chimney Whumpee fell to the ground and sobbed at the thought of Santa not forgetting them.

**stomp... stomp... swoosh**

Caretaker jumped from his bed to see what was the matter, he had hoped it wasn't Whumpee who made that big clatter.

He glanced out the window in time to see it, a sleigh flew by, pulled by nine reindeer.

Caretaker quickly went down the steps, he found Whumpee sobbing on the floor.

Whumpee turned to see Caretaker there.

"He-he didn....didn't forget me sir."

Caretaker's heart melted for Whumpee, what a sight.

"Merry Christmas Whumpee, he would never forget you."

After putting Whumpee to bed again, cuddling a stuffed toy they had found in the pile of gifts Caretaker went back down stairs to assess the pile.

"This is a lot", Caretaker marveled.

They noticed a note beside Santa's cookies.

"Dear Caretaker, these are all gifts that I wasn't able to deliver to Whumpee these last few years. I hope you are okay with this. There are also gifts for you as well. Thankyou for taking care of them. Santa."

Caretaker read the note over and over, each time more tears flooded their eyes.

"Thankyou Santa, it's an honor", Caretaker smiled, "have a safe flight."

Enjoy your holidays however you celebrate, and if you don't celebrate at all I hope you have a great day. I qlso wish everyone a Happy New Year. You are all amazing, and I'm so happy to be part of this community. -MJ

Taglist. As always please let me know if you want to be added or taken off of the list. It's not a problem at all. @villainsandheroes @the-beasts-have-arrived @sacredwrath @porschethemermaid @monarchthefirst @generic-whumperz @bloodyandfrightened @freefallingup13 @notpeppermint @cyborg0109

#christmas whump #whump community #whump stuff #whump writing #whump ideas #whump #whumpee #whumper #whump scenario #caretaking #oc #santa never forgets #whumper still gets coal even in prison #caretaker and whumpee #caretaker

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roosterforme · 1 year

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The Gift Exchange I Top Gun Dagger Squad edition

Summary: The Dagger squad celebrates Christmas with their annual gift exchange.

Warnings: Fluff, humor, adult banter

Length: 1000 words

Pairing: a mention of Rooster x girlfriend

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It was Christmas Eve, and time for the annual Secret Santa gift exchange before everyone dispersed to spend Christmas Day with their families. The Dagger squad met up at Bob's house with bottles of wine, along with their gifts.

"Welcome! Happy Holidays!" Bob greeted all of the aviators as they arrived. His jolly Santa hat was perched on his head. "Drinks and snacks are in the kitchen."

Phoenix kissed his cheek, making him blush, before she and Fanboy made their way to the kitchen.

"Should we raise the limit on how much we're allowed to spend on gifts for next year?" Phoenix asked, opening a bottle of wine. "Twenty bucks doesn't really seem like a lot when I always end up having to buy something for the most high maintenance one of you."

"Oh, you got Hangman?" Fanboy asked, pouring himself a glass of wine.

"Of course I got Bagman. I get him every year!" Phoenix complained. "Who did you get?"

"Coyote," Fanboy whispered to her. "And I never know what to get for him!"

Rooster and Payback wandered into the kitchen, grabbing drinks from the fridge. "Bob wants to open presents soon," Rooster said. "But I told him I'm going to need a few drinks first. This gift exchange never ends well."

"For real," Payback chimed in. "Why do we even do it?"

"To celebrate the spirit of Christmas! Ho Ho Ho!" Bob exclaimed. "Let's all go into the living room and exchange gifts!"

"Fine," Phoenix agreed, grabbing her expertly wrapped gift and taking it in. She sat on the floor between Rooster and Coyote, and she chugged her glass of wine.

"Last year, Coyote got me deodorant," Payback said. "The gifts this year couldn't be as bad as that."

"You needed it," the others all said in unison, but Payback just rolled his eyes.

"I'll go first!" Bob said, cheerfully handing a red and silver wrapped gift covered in glitter to Fanboy. "Merry Christmas!"

Fanboy took the gift with a smile. "Thanks, Bob," he said as he unwrapped it. But then his smile turned to a frown. "How many times do I have to tell you guys... I like Star Wars! Not Star Trek!"

"Sorry, I don't actually know the difference..." Bob said with a grimace.

Fanboy held up the Klingon action figure. "Oh well, I can probably glue on some felt and turn him into a Wookiee. Here, Coyote."

He tossed a gift bag to Coyote, and a plunger fell out onto his lap. "Seriously? It was just that one time, man!"

"You broke the damn toilet," Rooster said. "The locker room has never been the same."

"Yeah," Hangman agreed. "Great gift for you, honestly."

"Whatever," Coyote groaned, setting the plunger down and passing a gift to Payback. "Merry Christmas," he mumbled.

"Thanks," Payback said, unwrapping a pair of sunglasses. "Dude, I gave these to you for your birthday."

Coyote just shrugged. "I guess they actually are better than a plunger. Wanna trade?"

"No, thank you," Payback said, passing a box of condoms to Phoenix. "Sorry, I didn't have wrapping paper."

"What am I supposed to do with these?" she asked, cautiously taking the box from him. Rooster and Hangman were absolutely cracking up.

Payback just gaped at her. "Uh, have sex without getting pregnant?"

"I'm dating a girl, dickhead," she replied, looking around at the dumbest group of men she had ever seen.

"Ohhh, right. Right," Payback said, suddenly understanding his error. "Well if you don't want them, I'll take them."

"Sure, whatever," Phoenix mumbled, handing the condoms back to him. "Here Bagman, this is for you."

Hangman carefully tore into the gold and green paper, smiling brilliantly when he held up the gift Phoenix got for him. "A Malibu Ken doll! Looks exactly like me! Thanks, Phoenix!"

"You're welcome," she replied with a smirk, pouring some more wine.

Hangman procured a wrapped box from behind his back and passed it to Rooster. "Now, Rooster, I did have to go above the twenty dollar limit, but your girlfriend was begging me to get this for you." He was already laughing before Rooster even opened it.

Rooster looked at him with narrowed eyes as he unwrapped the box revealing an enormous purple dildo. "She did not ask you to buy this!" Rooster took it out and waved it around, and the others joined in with Hangman's laughter. "Nobody needs nine inches!"

Hangman and the others were still laughing when Rooster passed Bob his gift.

"Merry fucking Christmas," Rooster said, still brandishing the dildo at anyone who dared to laugh.

"Did you get me a 5-pack of beer?" Bob asked Rooster. "What happened to the sixth one?"

Rooster shrugged. "I got thirsty earlier."

Bob timidly asked, "Doesn't anyone here remember that I don't drink?"

"Oh, right. Well, hand them right back, my friend," Rooster told him, and he sat cradling the 5-pack and the dildo in his arms. "I'll take care of them for you."

"Why do we even bother doing this?" Phoenix asked. "We could all just go out for burgers together or something with our twenty dollars."

"It's the season for giving!" Bob tried to say, but everyone else just stood and started gathering up the gifts. He felt his smile falter a bit, feeling a little sad that he was the only one who loved the annual gift exchange.

But Bob watched as everyone shared a hug, genuinely wishing each other a happy holiday.

"Have fun with your nephews!"

"See you at the Hard Deck on New Year's Eve?"

"Bring some of that homemade pie back from Lemoore."

"Make sure you hug your mom for me!"

"Merry Christmas, Bob!" Everyone called as they left his house.

His heart felt full as he cleaned up the wrapping paper, wine glasses, and the purple dildo.

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Here’s a prompt for you. Steve gets an extra job during the holiday season as one of Santa’s elves at the mall. He doesn’t tell the reader, but they are out shopping and spot him talking to a little kid who is nervous to meet Santa. To with it what you please my friend.

I love this 😭

Holiday Helper

Steve Harrington x Reader

Christmastime was a magical time filled with magic, kindness and warmth. Sometimes though, it seemed to be filled with secrets as you tried your best to keep from others what their gifts under the tree might be.

This certainly seemed to be the case for your boyfriend, Steve. He was never one to be secretive, but at some point after Thanksgiving to the beginning of December, your boyfriend had become tight lipped. You tried not to bug him too much, but the questions were killing you. He would disappear for hours at a time and you never knew where he was.

He’d claimed to be Christmas shopping—granted he did have quite the long list of people to shop for—but the fact that half the time he came back without any bags in sight was definitely curious.

Another day of Steve sneaking off secretly and you decided to stop worrying about things. You trusted Steve and whatever he was doing, you were sure there was a good reason for his secrecy.

You had a rare day off from your work as a pediatric nurse. You loved children and your job, but it made your heart heavy seeing so many sick children at Christmas. If you had your way, they’d all be better with a snap of your fingers.

Deciding to do some Christmas shopping yourself, you’d just exited the last store you’d done some damage in, arms already loaded with bags from previous shops.

You were so excited to give Steve the soft cashmere sweater you’d picked out just for him. You’d gotten it in a slate blue color as he surprisingly looked so incredibly good in the hue. You were equally pleased with the gifts for the kids you’d found—a makeup kit that El had been eyeing for months, some new skate gear for Max, a book about D&D for Mike. You still had a ways to go in your shopping, but you were happy with your progress.

You’d only gotten mere feet from the store when you saw the annual Santa Claus set up in the designated area of the mall. There were velvet ropes arranged in a pattern to enforce a neat line of kids who waited to see Santa.

The jolly man was in his big chair, set up in the center of the attraction. His merry “Ho, Ho, Ho!” could be heard from even where you stood, a few feet away from the attraction. The little boy on his knee grinned big at him, right as a helper elf snapped a picture. After one last whispered exchanged between the young boy and Father Christmas, the boy hopped off his lap and ran to his parents who were smiling and gathering the pictures of their son and Santa. With a wave from the three, they were off and the next child was up.

Something at the corner of your eye caught your attention and you realized the green flash was another elf. The elf pulled aside a crying girl, whispering softly to her. She was still towards the back of the line of eager children and less than a foot away. You smiled at the caring gesture and hoped this worker got recognized for their tremendous effort with the children.

It was only when the dulcet tones of a deep, kind voice floated to you that your breath caught in your throat.

“Why are you scared sweetie?”

The little girl just shrugged, sniffling softly.

“Is it your first time seeing Santa?”

The little girl, hair in pigtails nodded, her hair bouncing with the movement of her head. She couldn’t be more than three or four and she had to crane her neck even to look up in the face of your boyfriend.

You boyfriend.

Steve was the kind employee in the elf’s costume, consoling the nervous little girl. He hasn’t turned around yet, but you couldn’t miss the familiar tones of his voice.

If he hadn’t ever given you butterflies before, he sure did now.

You stayed back, but listened quietly to his words of reassurance.

He knelt before her until he was eye level with her.

“Well I have it on good authority that Santa absolutely loves meeting children. Especially meeting ones he’s never met before,” Steve said, gently wiping the little girls’ cheeks.

“Really?” she asked, sounding skeptical.

“Of course. If he wasn’t so busy this time of year, he’d sit here all day and long just so he could talk to every little girl and boy who came in this mall. He’s a very nice man. Making children happy makes his heart happy,” Steve went on.

The little girl looked from Steve to where at the front of the line, two siblings sat on each of Santa’s knees laughing joyfully at the excited chatter of the kids.

“I don’t know,” she responded shyly, “Could I just tell you what I want for Christmas and you can tell Santa?”

Steve pretended to think for a moment, scrunching his nose up in thought as the little girl watched him, hopefully.

“Say, I don’t think you’ve told me your name,” Steve replied.

“Kelly,” she replied, eyes now dry.

“Kelly,” he began, “If I tell Santa what you want then that ruins all your fun, don’t you think? You’ll miss out on sitting on Santa’s lap and talking to him and asking him whatever you want! I’m sure you’re a smart little girl filled with questions for him.”

She seemed to think over his words.

“I have always wanted to ask him how Rudolph’s nose glows so bright,” she giggled.

“See? Santa would be delighted to answer your questions. What if I hold your hand while we wait and I’ll take you to Santa myself? I promise I’ll be there the entire time while you talk to him.”

Kelly smiled big and nodded, slipping her small hand into his much larger, adult one and they stepped back into line.

You stepped back into the crowd of waiting parents, watching your boyfriend with a warm heart. True to his word, he stayed with Kelly until she got to the front of the line. He whispered a few words to Saint Nick and with a smile and a wink, he nodded at Steve.

Santa greeted Kelly with joy, just like the other children, but seemed to be just a tad bit more gentle with her. After a few seconds of apprehension in which Kelly looked over her shoulder to make sure Steve was still there—of course he was—she seemed to loosen up and excitedly chatter with Santa.

Steve grinned as he watched his new little friend tell Santa all her Christmas wishes. He even managed to overhear Kelly ask Santa about Rudolph’s nose which caused him to laugh with a boisterous “Ho Ho!”, his belly truly shaking like a bowl full of jelly.

“Well my dear, it’s because Rudolph has so much love in his heart. He loves his parents and his reindeer friends, me and Mrs. Claus and all the little boys and girls in the world. The glow in his heart just couldn’t be contained so he was born with the ability for his nose to glow,” Steve heard Santa tell Kelly.

If Steve didn’t know any better, he’d think the man was the real Santa, he’d been so wonderful with the kids in the few short weeks he’d been working as an elf.

“That makes sense!” Kelly grinned, causing Santa to chuckle again.

When it was time for her to leave, she hopped off of Santa’s lap, but turned around at the last moment.

“Wait! One more thing.”

She leaned close, her hand clasped around her mouth as she whispered in Santa’s ear. He looked over at Steve and gave him a wink and a smile causing Steve’s brows to raise.

What was she possibly saying?

When she pulled back, Santa patted her sides after giving her a final hug.

“Ho, Ho, I think I could pull that off, but I’ll see what I can do,” he smiled, “You continue to be a good girl okay Kelly?”

“I will, Santa,” she smiled, then turned, running off towards to Steve.

He was standing with a candy cane, something the elves gave each child when they’re done. He once again knelt to her level to hand her the red and white striped cane.

“For being such a brave girl,” he smiled, handing it to her.

“Thank you,” she smiled, taking it before throwing her arms around him, “Thank you for helping me be brave Mr. Elf.”

Steve chuckled, arms still around the girl as he hugged her back.

“I also hope you get your Christmas wish!” she grinned when she pulled back.

“Oh is that what you were asking Santa there at the end?” he asked, curiously.

She nodded.

“I asked Santa to bring you a pretty girl because no elf should be alone at Christmas.”

He couldn’t help his laugh as he thanked her and bid her farewell. He loved the minds and spirits and never ending hope children possessed.

He wouldn’t have thought anything of the wish if he hadn’t heard his name being called from behind him. He stood and turned around, expecting it to be another elf but stopped when he saw you, a huge smile on your face and was that tears in your eyes?

“Y/N,” he breathed, bewildered, shocked and mighty glad to see you, “What are you doing here?”

“Shopping?” you chuckled, motioning to the bags you sat at your feet after you walked closer to him, “I didn’t expect to run into you, working.”

Your lips twitched as you tried to suppress a smile.

“Please don’t be mad. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you,” Steve said wincing.

Your eyes took in his elf costume, all the way to his pointy elf hat and you smiled. He made the most adorable elf.

“I’m not mad,” you said genuinely, “But you could’ve told me, you know.”

“I thought you might laugh,” he chuckled.

“Well I have to admit, no one makes an elf costume look adorable like you do,” you smiled, “I wouldn’t have though. I overheard what you did for that little girl. That was so sweet of you.”

He shrugged bashfully, his cheeks turning a dusty pink.

“It was really nothing. She was super sweet.”

“And you did amazing with her,” you grinned up at him.

Your eyes cast upwards to the archway of the “Santa’s Workshop” you two had migrated to, to keep from being in the way. At the top of the booth, right in the middle of you both was a bundle of mistletoe.

“Do elves believe in kissing under the mistletoe?” you asked him slyly.

He glanced up with a chuckle and looked back down at you.

“If they haven’t before, they do now.”

He pulled your face close to his, connecting his lips to yours.

It looked like Kelly’s Christmas wish for him had come true after all.

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Imagine spending Christmas with the Mall Santa!Chan because everything else went wrong this season.

You’ve probably gone to several stores, bought several expensive gifts, missed out on some big-ticketed items and sales having been crazy busy with work, and booked a plane ticket to have it fall through.

You felt like the Grinch stole Christmas right from underneath you. This would be the first time you would be visiting your family in a few years since you left home to pursue a career in the big city. You had finally made up enough money to get the gifts they deserved this year, rack up enough cash to get a plane ticket. And now you’re crying in the food court of the mall by the airport.

Bags, full of hopes and holiday, cheer all locked away with somber and molten lava tears. You’ve tried everything you could to get a new ticket, getting the closest one to your destination, to no avail none were available in the state of the weather right now. That you’d be alone on Christmas once again.

“Ho, Ho, Ho…”

All of the exception of a mall Santa, once on break eating a hoagie and now interrupting your self-pity party. You look up and see that shiny muzzled up fake beard attached to a smooth, youthful skin underneath. You blink back at him tear-stained face and only watch as he settles in the seat beside you. “Christmas stressing you out this year, friend?”

You knew that the real Santa wasn’t the one looking back at you, you knew he was some maybe 20 or 30 something making some extra money during the holiday season, but you couldn’t help but nod like a child missing their mom.

“Would you like to tell Santa all about it? It might make you feel better,” he suggesting that Jolly old man voice.

You don’t know what it is about this fake Santa but you allow him the gist of your situation, and he seems to nod understandingly patting you on the back with his red gloved paw. “I see.”

You didn’t know it would actually work, but somehow he did make you feel a little better, letting you explain things to him. Kind of made you think out loud and understand it wasn’t your fault that things didn’t turn out right this year, allowing you to dry up your tears.

Mall Santa pretends to ponder on an idea, strongly big ole beard. “I have a Jolly good idea!”

When was Santa British? You softly chuckle to yourself at his humorous expression.

“How you like spending the Christmas day full of cheer? Not with Santa though. Ho, Ho, Ho. He’ll be tired with all the hard labor he’s done the night before.”

You break out in a small smile. “Then how would I spend my Christmas full of cheer, Santa.”

“Why with one of my elves of course! You can spend Christmas with him! I know for one, he also can’t make it for the holidays and would love some Christmas cheer himself.”

You mused at his suggestion before accepting, pulling out your phone. “In that case, may I get his number, Santa?”

“Ho, Ho, ho. Santa thought you’d never ask.”

Part two Christmas Day

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hannibals-favourite-meal · 1 year

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This just popped in my head but hear out….Chubby!Thor dressed as Santa for Tony’s annual kids Christmas party! With you being mrs. Claus!! 🥹🥹🤭🤭🤭

Santa Claus is Coming to Town

Chubby!Thor x plus size reader

The Avengers have a special guest coming to Christmas this year, Santa Claus! And what’s Santa without his Mrs Claus and maybe a little elf too

Warnings: fluff, pregnant reader

WC: 608

Minors DNI

“Ho! Ho! Ho!” A deep voice came from down the hall, immediately sending the small throng of children into a screaming frenzy, each trying desperately to break from their parent’s arms to run to the source of the jolly laughter.

You smiled brightly as you walked alongside your husband, carefully balancing a tray of cookies you spent hours decorating while with the other, you adjusted the red hat that was slowly slipping off your head. Thor bounced with each step he took, his long beard dyed white for the occasion, as well as his hair, which had been partially tied back in a bun.

The red suit coat tightly wrapped around his large belly and you would be lying if you said that it didn’t turn you on like nothing else. A heavy brown sack was thrown over his broad shoulder, the presents inside rattling with each step.

“It’s Santa!” That was definitely Morgan’s screech, it sounded scarily similar to her father’s. And as you rounded the corner, the screams increased in pitch, getting dangerously close to dog whistle territory. His blue eyes twinkled brightly behind a pair of fake glasses, thoroughly excited to bring Yuletide cheer to the small army of children.

“Where are all the children?”

“Here Santa!” They shouted as you rounded the corner and were immediately swarmed. Pairs of tiny hands reached for Thor’s coat, yanking on the fur trim while others tried to grab some of the cookies in front of you.

The Avengers gathered around in a semicircle around you, the parents of the group keeping a close eye on their kids. Billy and Tommy were attempting to grab the huge bag of presents from your husband as Cassie, AJ and Lila carefully took some baked goods off your tray, Morgan was shouting questions at Thor, not giving him enough time between each one for him to answer. And Cass was slyly examining your costumes as if trying to determine if you were the real thing as Cooper held his baby brother up so his little toddler hands could feel the soft jacket.

But Thor took it all in stride. He answered as many questions as he could while moving his sack just enough that the troublesome twins couldn’t get into it and reassuring the young Wilson that he had come from the North Pole for a very special visit with Mrs Claus.

“Yes children and we have some gifts for you!” You spoke up this time, saving the god from another round of impossible questions. The tray of cookies was quickly placed to the side (and then promptly stolen by Bruce) so you could usher the children over to the seat beside the huge Christmas tree.

They swarmed him as he sat down, each keen to receive a present from Santa. They neatly sat around his feet as he began to tell the well-rehearsed story you had helped him practice last night. Most of the adults snuck from the room seeing as the kids were entertained. Only Sam remained behind, sneaking closer to you so he could whisper in your ear.

“What did you get Santa for Christmas Mrs Claus?” You rolled your eyes and gave him a subtle shove with your shoulder. He already knew, in fact he knew what your gift was before you did.

“Well it’s more like a gift for next year, a little elf all of our own.” Sam gave you a smile and a pat on the back as your own hands came to rest on your stomach, almost feeling the little flutters of the life growing there. It would be the best Christmas ever.

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