#i work retail i hate christmas songs

[lookninjas]

So yesterday was Spotify Wrapped, and that’s pretty cool.  You know what else is pretty cool?

That’s right!  Tomorrow is Bandcamp Friday, the day that Bandcamp waives its revenue share to put even more money directly into the pockets of your favorite artists.  When you buy music from Bandcamp on Bandcamp Fridays, 93% of the money you spend goes to the artist/label (on average).  This means that tomorrow is a really great day to look at your Spotify Wrapped top 100 playlist and ask yourself if there’s any artists there you need to throw a little cash to.  Me personally, I’m thinking of getting into some more Ginger Root.  But whoever your faves are, whatever your genre personality, whichever -core suits you the best, remember:

Because as useful as Spotify is for us as the listeners, the fact remains that artists don’t get shit.

[cult-of-husbandos]

karasuda ren [soft!yandere] - All I Want For Christmas Is A Cute Yandere!

synopsis: you're spending another Christmas alone. there's only one thing you want and there's only one person who can make it happen. but, shenanigans occur!

genre: a little crackish, fluff, holiday love

word count: 6.29k

warnings: binge drinking, kidnapping, a little claustrophobia

Ahh, Christmas Eve. The most festive and romantic time of year. The city has never looked so bright and beautiful than when it’s decorated with wreaths and tinsel on every pole and building and fairy lights illuminating a soft glow of the pillowy snowy streets of your city. Not to mention the sights and sounds that sing this otherwise boring, claustrophobic place into jolly merriment. The delicious smells of bakeries and restaurants serving cakes and pies and nauseatingly sugary Christmas cookies. Buskers singing Christmas songs to afford a decent meal. Last minute idiots scrounging the shelves in stores and causing scenes to get that one important present or Christmas is ruined. Families walking with their children with excitement on their faces about what Santa will bring them tonight. Happy couples walking hand in hand and sharing hot cocoa and sweet treats before they get home. Retail workers resisting the urge to shoot themselves when Mariah Carey’s winter album plays for 6667th time that day.

Yes, it seems that everyone was in a rush to get home to be with that special somebody tonight.

EXCEPT FOR YOU!

Day after day. Year after year. Holiday after fucking holiday!

Seriously! It should be against the fucking law to have to work on Christmas Eve. Especially, when the workplace is complete ass and your coworkers take turns using the singular brain cell that seems to float aimlessly around the office. When you were just a fresh newbie, you used to blame your singleness on your work. ‘I don’t have the time right now, I should try when I get used to the environment.’ That was your thought process. But, now you know that it was all complete horseshit! The real reason you can’t make time for anything, let alone a relationship, is because your boss and your coworkers are required by the laws of fate and destiny to cockblock you until you’re that old Karen calling the cops on your neighbors for having too bright lights in their yard. When you first got hired, you promised that you wouldn’t become like the old greedy ladies at your work that glared at the smallest hint of happiness and bitched about it on their ‘Moms Against…’ Facebook groups.

Yet, here you are. Hours before Christmas, shuffling home like a morally depleted penguin hating every single happy and smiling face you came across. Even the forced ones.

As you trudged through the dirt clodded snowy and slippery as hell sidewalk, you couldn’t help but unintentionally glare at every single couple you passed by. Happy smiles adorned their faces as they shared intimate kisses and huddled together for warmth. You tried not to gag or roll your eyes because it wasn’t really their fault. They were just enjoying the festivities and snow. You on the other hand are huddled into yourself trying not to bust your ass in the middle of a public street and quickly get home so you can rip off your shoes that were sopping wet and nearing frostbite from the slushy snow penetrating your shoes. 

To be honest, the last place you wanted to be at was your apartment. You sigh to yourself in disappointment knowing what’s waiting for you: Nothing. In particular, no one. As stated before, day after day, year after year, holiday after freaking holiday, all that awaits you is a cold, empty apartment with comfort items and furniture that you either bought off of Amazon or got off the streets. No one would be waiting for you except the inescapable loneliness that you felt every day. Your plans are the same as last year’s, and the year before that, and the year before that, and so on and so forth. You’ll get home, take a lukewarm shower because your plumbing is always busted around this time of year, drink a 1/5th of Holly Jolly Krinkles Peppermint Vodka, and pass out watching the Polar Express on Hulu. Then, wake up Christmas afternoon and try not to throw up the rest of the day. Your ancestors must be so proud staring down at you after generations of their own hardship.

Peeking up from your huddled form you spot your apartment complex up ahead. You sigh again feeling the need for a drink. As you hurriedly jogged up the stairs and rushed to your door, you slowed to a halt as you saw a bottle sitting on your doormat. Titling your head in confusion, you looked around for any clues on who could’ve left this on your door. Cautiously, you picked up the suspicious bottle and felt that it was heavy and filled with liquid. A white and red envelope fell onto the mat and you picked it up as well. The envelope had your name addressed to it, but nothing else. You looked back at the bottle and squinted into the dark to read the label on the front. In the dark you could only make out ‘Feeling Pine Mulled Wine.’ You groaned at the pun. On top of the cork you noticed a green ribbon tied along with a small folded note. Inside the card read, “For you, from Santa Claus~♡”.

“Santa Claus…?” you muttered to yourself. You scoff and think of this as nothing more than corporate shilling and shameless advertisement to get people to spend even more money on this capitalist holiday. Everyone in the building must’ve gotten a bottle and since you got home late you’re the only one left. Shivering harshly as a chilling breeze rushed through you, you quickly shot into your apartment. Like a defeated animal, you ripped off every single piece of wet clothing and left it near your front door for ‘hungover you’ to worry about. Placing the mulled wine on the kitchen counter to worry about later you jogged to the bathroom for your shower. Second to drinking yourself to sleep, you looked forward to your shower the most. Flipping your shower nozzle to the highest setting, you jumped in and hopped around as the blizzard water hit your skin. You shivered as you rubbed soap aggressively on your body waiting for the lukewarm water to set in. After a few minutes, the water didn’t change. You waited a few more minutes and the water was still cold?! All of the frustration and anger bottling up inside you finally popped.

“AAAARRGGHHHH!!!” You screamed with all your might. Your screams bounced around your echo-ey bathroom as your next-door neighbor banged on your wall. You banged the wall back even harder out of frustration. What kind of shitty development is this?! You are a good person! Why is it that whenever something good happens to you someone shits all over you?! Who did you kill in your past life to warrant this sharknado level shitstorm that is your adult life?

“God-fucking-DAMMITT! I hate this shitty building and its shitty pipes and its shitty… shitty shit shit!!” You stomped as you frustratingly shut off the shower. Again, you’re reminded of your paper thin walls as your next door neighbor banged on your wall even harder. Completely fed up with everything, you punched and kicked at your wall with all your might.

“Evan Christopher Daniels, you motherfucker! I swear to God, you bang on this wall one more FUCKING time! I’m calling the landlord and telling him all about your basement cock fighting ring and we BOTH know we aren’t talking about chickens!”

The banging immediately stopped. You huffed and leaned against the cold tile wall. You needed a drink more than ever, but you did feel a little better after yelling. Walking out of the bathroom in your towel, your attention is brought back to the wine bottle and envelope. Staring at the wine bottle and label again in a better light you didn’t see anything wrong with it. Nothing obvious at least. So, with a shrug and popped the cork.

“Better than that shitty minty vodka…” you muttered.

*****

“A-And then… that Chevy-back refrigerator built asshole had the nerve to put his dirty face next to mine and breathe his hot Frito-shit pie breath all over me! Can you believe that?!”

You were venting. You were venting and drunk. You were venting, drunk, and talking to the only thing that brought you solace in this cruel time of joyful merriment: the characters on screen from the movie you were watching.

Wow. How sad.

“‘This is no good, Y/N.’ ‘You should try harder, Y/N.’ ‘How ‘bout spending Christmas stuck to my bed sheets, Y/N.’ How about you get the fuck outta my face, fix your hairline and get veneers you shitty generic ugly bastard-looking McFuck!!”

You sprawled out on the floor, sloppy lamenting over your life and where you could have possibly gone wrong.

“Why is it that whenever I get hit on, it’s either from creeps on the subway or fat geriatrics with greasy foreheads that get off on power harassment?” you ask your screen.

“‘Cause that’s the way things happen on the Polar Express!’”

You clicked your tongue and grumbled, “I wish I was on the Polar Express…” you spared a glance to your empty apartment. “Better than being here alone…” You took another drink from your bottle and set it down beside you. “This is good… I’ll have to drink this shit all-year round.”

As you silently surveyed your surroundings as the movie continued in the background, your eyes were drawn to the unopened letter that came with your wine. With a grunt and a sigh, you reached over to pick up predicting that it’s mostly like a Christmas themed advertisement for the company. However, instead was a Christmas portrait card. You opened the card and read the beautiful cursive that was inside.

“Wish upon the brightest star in the sky and your deepest wish will come true.”

You read the words over and over again. ‘Wish upon a star?’ you thought incredulously. What good would that do? You looked on each side of the card but there wasn’t anything else, not even a signature. The handwriting on the Christmas card didn’t match the note on the cork either. You scoffed after a while and flicked the card back on the floor.

“Deepest wish will come true…” you grumbled softly. “That’s only something a child would believe in.”

“‘Seeing is believing, but, sometimes, the most real things in the world are the things we can't see.’”

Your attention was brought back to your movie and the words that stood out by the conductor. Wait… was the movie playing out of order?

“Seeing is believing, huh?” you muttered to yourself. You looked to your bedroom window. Snow gracefully falling from the night sky down to the bright city lights from under your window. Maybe it was the alcohol or maybe it was just a plane, but there in the cloudy night you spotted a single light that penetrated the clouds. Again the words on the card rang through your mind like church bells, or maybe those were just the bells from the movie.

“Meh, fuck it.” You were already drunk and alone. Might as well do something embarrassing in the comfort of your own home than in a bar full of equally lonely people, right?

You crawled your way towards the window and sat on your knees. You already knew what your deepest wish was. You wished for it every holiday: your birthday, Valentine’s Day, hell, even Arbor Day. But, who should you even be praying to to make the wish come true? Santa Claus? God? Buddha? David Bowie? No, there’s only one person who could make a wish like this come true. Someone who you've never prayed to. Someone who could make your dream a reality.

“Oh, Supreme Lord Master Gege Akutami,” you called out. “I know I’ve never prayed to you before, but you’re a man that can make miracles happen. You’re the only one I know that can make my wish come true. The only thing that I want for Christmas is…” you took a deep breath.

“All I want is a super cute yandere boyfriend!”

You can’t be serious.

“I’ve seen your creations Oh Heavenly One and I know you can make that happen. The gorgeous men and women from your manga are only just as beautiful and holy as the animated versions! But not just an old yandere will do! I want a super cute one! The kind of yandere that feed, spoil, and give their unwavering love and affection to the MC! The kind of yandere that will only keep me to himself so I don’t have to work at my shitty job anymore.”

Oh you are dead serious, aren’t you?

“He has to have a cute smile, gorgeous eyes, and soft kissable lips! And he has to be taller than me, but not too tall! Just the right amount of height where I can give him headpats and forehead kisses and when he lays down on my lap only his feet go over the couch arms, not his legs! Also, I want him to have a nice build, not too skinny and lanky. I’ve seen the kind of men you’ve brought to light so I know you can make it work Oh Great One.”

Oh dear lord…

“And he has to know everything about me! Like super omega obsessed with me, but in a cute way that makes it hard to be mad at him. Oh, and extroverted as hell to counterout my introvertedness! Like the type of person who will go up to the fast food worker and tell them that I wanted no pickles on the burger! Y’know, and also…”

Okay, I’m gonna cut the rest of this drunken otaku rambling for the future therapy you’ll be court mandated to attend.

“Please, Lord Gege… if not you then… I don’t know what else I’m gonna do.” You squeeze your fist tighter and close your eyes shut as a last ditch effort. “Please make my deepest wish come true.”

You slowly opened your eyes to see nothing in the sky anymore. Nothing but dark snowy clouds. You let out a pitiful chuckle as you felt tears brimming your eyes.

“What the hell am I doing…?” you whispered. “I am so fucking pathetic…” Maybe it was just a stupid plane after all. You meekly crawled back to your spot on the floor and layed down a few inches away from your laptop. The movie was still playing and the time read “12:01 A.M.”. It was officially Christmas. And today, just like every Christmas, you were drunk and alone. The sounds of actual church bells rang throughout your room from the outside. You lazily stared at the movie that was nearing its end.

“‘Just remember, the true spirit of Christmas lies in your heart.’”

‘Santa Claus… Christmas… wishing… it’s all a bunch of shit…’

As you felt your eyelids grow heavier and heavier, you soon gave into your tiredness praying that your hangover in the morning wouldn’t be too bad.

*****

Rustle… Rustle… THUD!

You are jolted awake at the sound of a large thudding sound coming from outside your bedroom door. Bleary-eyed, you check the time on your phone. It was 3 A.M.. Thinking it was just your neighbors, you laid back down on the cold hard floor. Until, a few seconds later, you are woken up again this time with a large bang. 

Okay, that sounded way too close to be your neighbor. Someone was definitely in your apartment. You carefully snuck over to your bedroom door and pressed your ear against it. You couldn’t hear any voices (which makes sense), all you could hear was the sounds of something rustling.Are you actually getting robbed?! On fucking Christmas?! Oh hell no! Fueled with drunken courage and hazy eyes, you grabbed the empty wine bottle and quietly snuck out of your room. Peeking around the corner, you saw a tall, dark figure looming in your living room. You quickly flipped on the lights and jumped from around the corner raising the bottle above your head, ready to smack a bitch if they tried to run.

“Alright! Who the fuck are–!”

 You stopped dead in your tracks and the wine bottle you held tightly in your hands dropped to the floor with a solid thud. The man standing in your living room, staring you dead in your eyes like a deer caught in headlights of a lifted Ford truck, was wearing a vibrant red suit complete with black boots, white gloves, and a red had, had a long, fluffy white beard, a large white bag filled to the brim with wrapped presents, and twinkling blue eyes. You felt your breath catch in your throat. It was unmistakable.

“Santa Claus…?” you groggily called out.

The man’s face turned from caution to jolly in a matter of seconds as he let out his signature laugh.

“Ho ho ho!” he bellowed. “Well, this is odd! Shouldn’t all the little good boys and girls be asleep right now?”

“I… I was asleep… I-I think your bag woke me up when you set it down…”

“Ah! Of course! I was looking for your Christmas tree, but I can’t seem to find one. So, I was wondering where to leave your presents!”

“I don’t have a Christmas tree. I couldn’t afford one this year…” you told him, folding your arms. Wait. Why were you telling him anything?! This has to be a dream. Yes, just a drunk dream. There’s no way you could be talking to some strange man dressed as Santa Claus right now.

“I see… How unfortunate. Life must be so tough for you, Y/N L/N.”

Your eyes widened. “H-How do you know my name?”

Again, “Santa Claus”'s laugh rang throughout your tiny living room.

“Santa knows all the good boys and girls! And you have been extra good this year!” he exclaimed. He bent down and started rummaging through his bag as if he was looking for something.

Your attention snapped to your front door. You were sure that you had locked it. Squinting, you didn’t notice anything strange about it. The deadbolt was still locked. It wasn’t even left open for a clean getaway if this were an actual robbery or even a dream. None of your windows open, they’re more like decoration. It’s brutal in the summer when the building’s AC stops randomly. So how did–

“How did you get in my apartment?” 

“Santa Claus” stopped searching through his bag, but didn’t look up at you. He just… stared down into it like he didn’t want to make conversation with you.

“I don’t have a chimney. This low-rated rat hole would never give such a luxury. Plus, none of the windows open. I locked my door with a deadbolt so I would’ve definitely heard you if you had tried breaking in through the front door, not while you were looking around for a Christmas tree so… how did you get in here?”

You could feel the tension rising as silence choked the jolly air around him. After a moment, the man raised his head to look at you. You felt your blood run cold. He was smiling, but his eyes… no longer had that same twinkle in them like before.

“How do you think I got in here?” he asked stiffly. Shivers rolled down your spine and you couldn’t bring yourself to speak a word. The man laughed again, but not his silly jolly laugh. It was more rigid and harsh. “I’m Santa Claus. Even if homes don’t have a chimney… I can still find my way in.”

‘Okay! I’m done with this dream now! I’d like to wake up! Wake up, me! Wake up!’

But, nothing changed. If this were a dream, something anxiety inducing would’ve happened by now. Like Santa Claus melting or turning into an eldritch monster. The air felt like it was suffocating you ever so slowly as your heart started to beat faster and faster.

“You look like you don’t believe me.” You jumped at his voice. He smiled even brighter and pointed the opening of his gift bag towards you. “Why don’t you see for yourself. I have a present here just for you.”

You swallowed hard. “A-A present…? But I–” You could barely stutter out a sentence before he spoke again.

“It’s what you deeply wished for.”

Your eyes widened again. Those choice of words… It couldn’t have been an accident. How would he… unless he…

You found yourself slowly inching towards the gift bag. It felt like an out-of-body experience. Like watching a first-person POV of someone doing something extremely stupid. As you stopped mere inches from the bag, you peered inside to see nothing but an almost seemingly amount of presents that ranged from big to small throughout the bag. Just as you tried to peek down further into the bag, you felt a large gloved hand grab the back of your neck.

“Sorry kid. No witnesses.”

Before you could utter a word or scream in shock, you are unceremoniously shoved into Santa's bulging sack of gifts. As the bag closed tight above you, your panic-filled mind finally kicked in as you screamed and thrashed around the bag. However, the more you screamed and kicked, the more the weight and closeness of the presents started to crush around you. This set in more panic and then more kicking and screaming.

“Don’t worry. It’ll be all over soon.”

‘What?! What does that mean?!’ You continued to scream and clawed at the walls of the bag to try and rip through. With a sudden jerk motion, you were lifted into the air and the bag was thrown over the man’s shoulder causing what seemed like a hurricane of presents to rain down on you. As you tried to kick up towards the opening again, you left out a gasp when your foot hit nothing. The more you kicked the more you stuffed yourself down the ocean of presents currently crushing you from all sides. When you tried to reach out to the side to claw at the bag again, you again found nothing. And again, the more you tried to reach, the more your arms got stuck wedged against the weight and size of the presents. There seemed no end as the presents continued to suffocate you, pressing hard against your stomach, legs, head, and chest.

You felt your vision starting to blacken out and called out once more.

“Please… someone… help me…”

But, your voice was too low and soon, you did not speak again.

*****

Your eyes fluttered open to see nothing but darkness all around you. You let out a grunt as your head pounded harshly only to find out that your mouth had been taped shut. 

‘What the fuck?’

You tried to take the tape off your mouth only to find your hands tied together.

‘What the fuck?’

You stretched out from your fetal only for feet to to hit a solid wall. Not only that, your feet were also bound together.

‘What the fuck?!’

You jerked up only for your head to meet a solid wall.

‘Ow! What the FUCK?!’

Your head pounded again and you laid back down trying to remember how you got in this situation. All you can remember is drinking your problems away and watching the Polar Express, and then… wishing on a plane in the sky…? And then Santa Claus showed up?

‘Ugh… fuck me… Did I sleepwalk into an empty plot again?’ You tried with all your might to try and bang on the walls of the box that you were currently in, but with this hangover all you were doing was making yourself tired and nauseous. You sighed with a huff. ‘I swear if I die in here, I’m gonna ghost sue these assholes…’

How long had you even been here? Were you even alive at this point? If you are, how long until the air in here runs out and you suffocate? Ugh… too many thoughts were making your head pound even more. Oh, what a tragic and pitiful end for our tragic and pitiful protagonist–

“Oh, wow! What a huge present!” a voice from outside shouted. You jolted in surprise. Who was that? And did they say present?

“I wonder what Santa got me~?” the voice asked melodically. Santa Claus? Wait, so… that wasn’t a dream?! The sounds of gift wrapping paper answered your question. You didn’t get super drunk and walk into a cemetery and crawl into a coffin like last time. You got super drunk and got stuffed into a giant Christmas present. You want to be disappointed with this development, but honestly you’ve found yourself in much worse situations than this. Like how on three Valentine’s Days ago you unknowingly joined a cannibal love nest cult when buying candy for yourself.

The lid of the box was aggressively thrown creaked open, revealing the most enchanting sight — you were surrounded and bathed in the glow of fairy lights. Blinking away the haze, you found yourself in an unfamiliar room, illuminated by soft, colorful lights and warm furniture. This place was definitely better than your dinky apartment. Your eyes then landed on the strikingly charming individual with the most captivating eyes you’ve ever seen and an endearing yet unsettling aura seeping from him. You felt your heart skip a beat as you locked eyes with the gorgeous hottie staring you down. His cute smile was twice as blinding as the dozen of lights surrounding the two of you.

“Looks like Santa got my letter. Just what I wanted for Christmas~.”

‘Holyshitholyshitholyshitholyshitholyshitsholyshitholyshit–’

“Homy shmpf! Phuu’re hmpf!” You tried to shout.

Blinking a few times, the hottie deliciously chuckled and reached for the tape around your mouth. “Lemme get that for you, sweetheart. Only if you promise not to scream.”

Oh please, like you’d scream in a situation like this.

“There you go–”

“Holy shit! You’re hot!” you shout again. “Whoa… this has to be a dream. There’s no way that I’m sitting in a human sized box in a hottie’s apartment. I gotta buy more of that wine.” you muttered to yourself. You felt a tiny pinch on your cheek and snapped out of your muttering to lock eyes with those gorgeous eyes again.

“Ow… that hurt…”

“Then you’re not dreaming, sweetheart.”

“Woah…” You reeled back into the box. “I’m actually sitting in a hottie’s apartment…”

He chuckled. “House, my love. Not an apartment.”

“House?”

“Yes.”

“Like a house house? Like with a mortgage and shit?”

“The house is fully paid off. My parents paid it off and handed it to me when they retired and moved.”

“For real?!” you gasped and gasped even harder at the sights behind him. “Are those Sanrio plushies?! And a 5-foot Rilakkuma bear?! A PS5, a polaroid camera, an Apple laptop?! What are you, loaded or something?!” you exclaimed in astonishment.

“Well, it’s true that I spared no expense getting this place ready.” he chuckled again. “After all, I spent a lot of time getting all this stuff ready just in time for you.”

“For me?”

“Of course. What kind of boyfriend would I be if I didn’t know what my girlfriend liked?”

You paused for a moment, soaking in his words. “Boyfriend…? Girlfriend?”

“That’s right.”

“You and me?”

“Yup.”

“Me and you?”

“Mhm!”

“You’re my boyfriend?”

“Yes, my love. I was getting a little impatient waiting to take you for myself. So, I asked Santa to deliver you to me.”

You couldn’t believe your ears and eyes. You wished upon a stupid star/plane, got kidnapped by Santa Claus, and got unwrapped by a gorgeous man that’s now your boyfriend. 

“Where the hell have you been hiding, huh? If I knew a hottie like you was scoping me out all this time I would’ve delivered myself without the gag and restraints.”

The hottie paused for a moment and smiled again. It seems like your reaction to all this wasn’t what he was expecting. “I’ll untie you if you promise you won’t start trying to escape.”

You scoffed and handed him your bound hands. “Oh, please. Yeah, I’m gonna escape and run back to my 250 sq. ft. apartment with no hot water, no heating, and no one waiting for me that even notices I’m gone.”

The hottie laughed softly and began to untie your hands. “And trust me. I wasn’t hiding. I left you gifts every moment I got. However, whenever I saw you, you never had them.” After untying your hands, he gave you a sullen look. “Did you not like them?”

You rubbed your wrists and titled your head in confusion. “Gifts? I never got any gifts.”

“Don’t lie to me, Y/N. I’ve been leaving you gifts and small tokens for two years.”

“I’m not lying! If I had gotten anything from someone like you, I would’ve been here two years ago.” you defended. “Where did you leave them?”

“On your desk at work, on your doormat, in your mailbox! I placed them everywhere you could see.”

If you weren’t so hungover you’d scream your head off. “Ugh…! Oh my fucking God…” you grumbled angrily, lightly banging your head on the corner of the box. You knew it! Your coworkers were cock-blocking you from finding true love. “All my coworkers are conniving, evil, love-hating bitches! And my boss is a misogynistic, sexual power harasser. They probably threw those presents away when I wasn’t at my desk.”

Your new boyfriend’s eyes grew dark. “What about your apartment?”

“Ugh… those animals would steal chewed up gum after you spit it out. They probably stole it while I was out at work. And my mailbox got broken into 6 months after moving in. All my bills are on autopay.”

As your boyfriend’s face grew darker, his smile remained. “Well, it’s a good thing I told them you quit and got you out of that disgusting “apartment”.”

Your mouth dropped at his words.

“R-Really? So, my job?”

“You don’t need one. I make enough money to support 5 of you. Plus, everything you could ever want is here anyways.”

“My apartment?”

“Considering most of the things in your “apartment” came from the side of the road, just tell me and I’ll buy whatever needs replacing.”

You leaned in close. “And my boss?” you whispered.

He leaned in closer, both your noses touching. “Dead, if you want him to be.”

Holy shit. Let’s go over the list.

He is: 

✔ Hot as fuck

✔ Obsessive

✔ Tall

✔ Built

✔ Has a cute smile

✔ Puppy face

✔ Not too overbearing

✔ Dommy

✔ Willing to support your lazy piece of shit lifestyle

✔ Owns a home

JACKPOT!!

“This is the BEST CHRISTMAS EVER!” you shouted, but immediately regretted it when a sharp throbbing pain pierced your head. You clutched your head, tenderly rubbing your temples.

“Woah, are you okay?” he gently asked.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Just a hangover…” you smiled wearily.

“I’ll get you some water and Ibuprofen. Wait here. Don’t move, okay?”

Again, you shot him a look that told him that you didn’t have anywhere to go.

“Oh, and uh, thanks… um…”

“Karasuda Ren. But you can only call me Ren, okay Y/N?”

“Okay, Ren.” you smiled. He smiled back at you and headed to the kitchen. You sat in the box looking around at the beautiful home filled with Ren’s things combined with the things you love. If you weren’t on cloud 9 right now, you would plan a vindictive revenge plan on your job. But, now you had nothing to worry about anymore. Your wish came true and he was even cuter than you could’ve possibly imagined.

“Oh!” Ren suddenly called out. “Since you might be hungover, you probably won’t be able to eat this cake I made huh?”

“Homemade cake?! I love– Woah?!” You shot up at just the word cake and fell out of the box and face first into the floor.

“My love! Are you okay?” Ren asked, rushing to you with a glass of water in his hand.

“Yep! I’m okay! I forgot that my feet are also tied up sooo… can you help me?”

Ren laughed and helped you back on your butt and began to untie your feet. After that, he handed you the water and the bottle of Ibuprofen. Swallowing the pills dry and drinking a few gulps of water, you began to feel a little better with some water in your system now.

Just as you were about to get up, you were immediately swept off your feet and carried bridal style across the living room. You let out a tiny yelp as your head made contact with Ren’s warm chest.

“W-What’re you doing?”

“Oh. Did you think I wasn’t going to hog you all to myself? You’re my Christmas present and I intend to enjoy this day and many more with you by my side.”

You felt your face burn as you were sure your face was as red as a habanero. Well, this was your Christmas wish too. It’s finally your time to enjoy the lovey-dovey part of this holiday. 

Throughout the entire day, you had never felt more love and content. Despite your initial shock, you soon got used to the huge shower of affection your new boyfriend continued to give you. Karasuda Ren, while intense and possessive, showered you with affection and attention unlike anything you had experienced before. He filled you with so much cake and food, you felt like you were gonna pop.

The loneliness that had haunted you dissipated in the wake of this blooming, although unconventional, relationship, was replaced by a new sense of belonging.

As Christmas lights flickered outside, you found yourself entangled in a love both warm and intense. The hours that passed brought a mix of emotions that you could get used to feeling everyday for the rest of your life.

This was it. Your deepest Christmas wish came true. You were finally happy. Only one question was left on your mind.

“Hey, so, how did you start liking me? Have we met before and I just didn’t pay attention or…?”

“No, we’d never even spoken to each other. About 3 years ago on Christmas Eve, I was riding the subway on my way home when I heard a bunch of drunk people get on.” Ren grimaced just remembering the situation. “I wasn’t anywhere near them, but I could smell the alcohol. I was going to change cars when I heard them start to argue with someone, I turned around and I saw you. You looked so tired and angry.”

“Really? I don’t remember that.” you hummed, trying to think back.

“I was going to step in, but you had already clocked one guy in the jaw and dropped the other guy like a sack of flour.”

“Oh yeah! I remember that now!”

“That moment, I fell in love with you at first sight. It took a while to find you again, but after I did I knew in my heart that I could never ever let you go.”

“Aww, that’s so sweet, Ren! Man, I guess first impressions always stick. Kind of embarrassing that your first sighting of me was when I was drunk.”

“...You were drunk?”

“Oh, I was fucking wasted. I always get smashed on Christmas Eve. It’s kind of a tradition. I was drunk off my ass the night Santa took me too.”

“...Y/N.”

“Mhm?”

“You can’t drink in front of other men. If you plan on drinking, let me know and I’ll take care of you. No one can see you drunk and vulnerable except me, okay?”

“Of course, my love! Maybe next year, you can show me where you got that kickass mulled wine from.”

“Mulled wine?”

“Yeah, that one you left on my doorstep. With the note.”

“I didn’t leave anything on your doorstep.”

“...”

“...”

“Hmm… maybe I should stop drinking random alcohol that appears next to me…”

“Y/N?!”

Bonus:

As you both were cuddled up on the couch half-asleep, watching a random Christmas movie as the fireplace crackled in the background, you were brought back to a realization. You never thanked the person that made this all possible.

You quickly got up causing Ren to jolted up at your sudden movements and stare at you wide-eyed as you made your way to his window.

“Baby, what’re you doing?” he asked cautiously with a yawn.

“I need to probably thank the person that brought us together today.”

You collapsed your hands together and smiled up at the starry-night sky, immediately catching a glimpse of the brightest twinkling star in the sky.

“Oh, you mean Santa–”

“Oh, thank you Lord Gege, you are truly my savior. If I had known praying to you would’ve gotten me results like this I would’ve prayed sooner. You are truly the ‘God of Handsome Men’.”

“Wait– what?”

“I will continue to support you and buy all of your merchandise…”

“...Y/N?”

“Mhm?”

“Are you praying to another man? While your boyfriend is right here?” You could hear the pout in his voice, but his face screamed baby-faced yandere.

You smiled and made your way back to your spot on the sofa. “Well, Lord Gege is more like a God amongst men to me now. But, of course I had to thank him.” You softly poked Ren’s puffed up cheeks. “I prayed to him the night before and he granted my wish. I am now the girlfriend to the cutest man alive!”

Ren blushed your words and decided to let your little prayer slide this time. Looks like you found the cute yandere’s weakness. Whether you decide to tease him in the future only time will tell.

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a/n: merry christmas, my trash babies~˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ i know it's been a while since i've updated, but i couldn't leave the year off without a little slight yandere fic. i was planning on uploading two fics this month, but adhd brain and procrastination are praying on my downfall. so enjoy, a cute fic with a cute soft yandere for the holidays.

happy holidays~!❆⋆꙳•☃︎⋆꙳•✩⋆꙳•❅

[footballerimaginess]

Last Christmas

25 Days Of Christmas Song Imagine - based on Last Christmas imagine Levi Colwill Word Count: 403 You were working at the local retail park, as it was approaching Christmas it was becoming super busy. When you watched the customers coming in, seriously hoping that nobody will bother you.

When you looked across, you saw Levi. This time last Christmas, you gave him your heart but he gave it away due to a failed relationship. You hoped this year would be different just to save you from the tears, you'll be giving it to someone special. You kept your distance, but you still caught my eye. You missed him so much, you hated how things ended it was so sad for both of you. But you knew it was for the best, no matter how much you hated it. You watched as he walked over to see you, your hands were all sweaty and the nerves were starting to appear. "Do you recognise me?" you asked as Levi approached the customer service desk. "Well it's been a year, it doesn't surprise me. Of course I do" he smiled as he gave you a quick hug as you stretched across the counter. You smiled, remembering how you wrote him a note just for Christmas as you told him you loved him and you meant it. But you knew he was having serious doubts but didn't want to know about it. You were a fool, but all you wanted to do was kiss him again. But you'd be even more of a fool if you did. In the crowded shop, you stared at each other with tired eyes as he had been playing lots and probably not getting much sleep. "I thought you were someone I could rely on, I guess I was a shoulder to cry on" you shrugged as you still couldn't let him go. "Oh, I didn't know there was still feelings there. We were fine when we broke up?" he questioned you. "You might have been okay, but you tore me apart. I still can't stop thinking what could have been" you replied as you pulled a face, simply regretting what just came out of your mouth. "Maybe we could talk afterwards, if that is okay?" you nodded. "Look, I gotta go. I'm a bit busy" you replied as you waved as you watched him walk off. Knowing you couldn't be a fool again, just that you were needing to let him go. Instead of hoping for more.

[orcboxer]

working in retail will make you hate christmas music in a way you wouldn't otherwise know is possible. if i could strangle songs with my bare hands I wouldn't even hesitate.

[dwarf-vader-of-middle-earth]

So every year I see the memes coming around for Mariah Carey's "All I Want For Christmas Is You". And yeah, everyone jokes that it's the bane of every retail worker's existence.

But I will prove to you just how much so.

If anyone knows me they know I absolutely VIOLENTLY VIRULENTLY UTTERLY HORRIFICALLY DESPISE this singular song. I worked in one retail store for 3 years, and it followed the same radio trend, never switching the radio songs unless it was a holiday. Even then, the holiday radio was the same each year.

This store played Christmas songs from November 1st to December 31st.

The store was open 13 hours a day on average, and I calculated, the radio played a few different covers of "All I Want For Christmas Is You" around 60x per 5 hour shift.

Put that into a 13 hour day and you heard the song over 150x per day.

Now put 150x per day into 60 days?

That song played. Over 9,000x. In the fucking November to December month.

This doesn't even count when the store was open for 16 hours a day every day for the last 2 weeks of December, or 24 hours for Black Friday.

So imagine.

If you had to hear the radio dominated by one singular song and listen to the same goddamn lyrics and tune over 9,000 times each year?

You, too, would hold the same loathing, wicked hate that I do for this dreaded song.

[spngirlpolls]

xmas song polls are up! sorry in advance if your fave xmas song was not included, i work retail so i have be tortured with those songs for MONTHS so i hate them all equally

merry christmas!

[myveryownfanfiction]

I’m bored. I’ve had a bad week. So I’m just gonna answer these.

What do you do for work? Currently retail. I also work comic cons. I’ve worked in a library before too.

Tell me about your first kiss. Haven’t had it yet.

What playlists do you have on your phone? A few. I have one that’s a cowboy emoji for Jensen ackles and Christian Kane. I have a vampire for kiefer Sutherland and the lost boys soundtrack. I have one with a pirate flag that’s a mix of Alice cooper, Jeff beck and Johnny depp and the Hollywood vampires. I have one of just music that makes me feel good and I have another one of music I’ve just bought that I will listen to for weeks until I’m tired of the songs. And a Christmas list.

Do you like cooking or baking more? Cooking. I’ve burned myself on an oven too many times to enjoy baking.

Guilty pleasures? Uh actors turned musicians? Does that count? Sue me but I enjoy kiefer Sutherland and Jensen ackles and Johnny depp doing their new thing.

Something you regret. Not saying goodbye to my loved one. And getting an education degree.

Celebrity crush? Oh god where do I start haha currently it’s hugh grant and John larroquette. Since I was a kid it was kiefer Sutherland and Harrison ford. I’ve also been known to crush on a marvel actor or five.

How many languages do you know? Two. English and French.

Make a confession. I absolutely hate being in social situations. Parties, work, just being in places with lots of people but for some reason I am able to navigate and enjoy conventions with no problems.

What's your favorite book? Hmmm. That’s tough. Probably between three. Peter Pan and Wendy by JM Barrie. The body by Stephen king. Or one flew over the cuckoos nest by Ken Kesey.

What was your childhood dream job? Funny enough, I wanted to work with celebrities. Didn’t matter what I was doing just work with famous people. And I am.

Do you have any pets? No. But I want a husky and a black cat.

How many siblings do you have? Are you oldest, middle, or youngest? Technically, I’m the youngest and I have one older half sibling. But considering she left and basically has been cut off, I tell people I have no siblings.

How tall are you? 5’4”

What's something you're insecure about? I have muscle from years of dancing and karate. Lots of people get confused as to why I have it and makes me appear a little bigger than I am, especially when going to the doctor.

When is your birthday? 12/27

Embarrassing memory? Probably asking out my ex in the most anxiety inducing way while my friends played Disney love songs in the background

What's the most expensive thing you've ever bought? Material item would probably be my arc reactor from Disney. In terms of like con stuff, an autograph/photo op pair with kiefer sutherland.

Have you ever had a one night stand? Nope.

Have you ever been caught doing the do? Nope

A song that evokes a good memory? It varies. People are strange evokes the memory of meeting kiefer. Jesus of suburbia evokes the memory of seeing Green Day for the first time. The other side from greatest showman evokes the memory of being up at midnight dancing on tables with friends (we were sober too which was hilarious). The avengers main theme evokes Disney memories from this past October. Welcome to the black parade reminds me of meeting Kevin smith. A thousand years reminds me of my first con.

A song that evokes a bad memory? Not a bad memory per se but a sad one. Wake me up when September ends for my loved ones funeral.

Do you prefer phone calls, facetime, or texting? Texting. FaceTime with one or two people.

Your favorite pet name from your partner? (baby girl, honey, brat, etc.) my ex called me cap cuz of my love of marvel.

What's a controversial opinion you have? Y’all ain’t ready for it since it involves the beloved Taylor swift.

Do you believe in second chances? Yes

3 things you love about yourself. My knowledge of weird things. My apparent ability to get along great with people I grew up watching. The ability not to give a fuck about what people think of me.

What is something you are sure you'd NEVER do? Skydive

How different is your actual adult self from how you pictured it when you were little? Not much. I’m doing my dream job twice a year and I work in a nerd store rn.

Have you ever met a celebrity? Many. So freaking many.

Free Pass! (Ask whatever question you want to know that's not on the list)

[queer-cosette]

Remembering how a few years ago on here I had a moan about how I hate one particular Christmas song because I work in retail and it plays constantly at Christmas and someone got upset in my notes because it was one they liked and then got offended when I responded like the clown I am so warning that if you play the song Walking In A Winter Wonderland on speakers on purpose ever I am manifesting in your house and shoving legos in your pillow

[sphylor]

as one of the few freaks on this webbed site that seems to really enjoy christmas im sure you'll all be horrified to know that working retail over christmas last year didnt make me hate christmas songs and i actually really enjoyed it

[broken-clover]

This is a bit of a guilty pleasure, but since we've officially hit that dropoff point where it's more reasonable to talk about christmas stuff, I guess it's not as weird now.

For the most part, I really hate christmas songs. There's a handful I still sorta like, but a combo of having to listen to them back to back for a month nonstop and working in retail means christmas songs are something I do not willingly seek out. If it's one I have a soft spot for I'll let it play if I land on a radio channel, but otherwise, nah.

However, I do have one massive exception, which for some reason I barely ever hear get played, because fate is a cad like that. 'Christmas is the Time to Say I Love You' by Billy Squier is the one holiday song I never get bored of, and I'm endlessly baffled why there aren't more rock christmas songs, or at least more well-known ones. If I so much as hear the opening riff, I get hype. Somehow I can never hate it no matter how many times I put it on loop. It just itches the perfect spot in my skull

[golbrocklovely]

I'm truly sorry for sending an ask about seg. I didnt think about any possible stress you may be under especially since you've mentioned you work retail and it's getting to be that hectic time of year. How do you like to destress when it gets to be too much? Do you have any stories about the absolute best/worst customer you've had to deal with? Does the holiday music lift you while working or drive you nuts? Favorite holiday song?

hey you're fine. i'm not upset at any of the anons that sent in asks about the SEG situation. i get it, yall want to talk about it and inform me. i appreciate it. i just had a stressful day and tbh i just don't care about this subject. seeing snc get needless hate over something that was dealt with is just deeply annoying. not to mention bc nothing is gonna happen until after thanksgiving, i would rather we all just wait to hear what gets said until then or straight up ignore SEG than give him more clout.

so, for all the years i've worked in retail, which now is 5... omg ew, i've actually never worked a black friday. first year my dad passed away, and then the past three year i've done overnights so i'm not around customers at all. this is my first time around customers this year, bc i just couldn't do overnights, and honestly... it's not that bad. it's not great, but it's mostly the store i'm working at that's upsetting me rather than the customers, which somehow is always the case anymore lol

i plan to leave as soon as i can. i can't stand the place i'm working in anymore. i pray i don't have to keep working in retail, but we shall see.

how do i like to destress? nap. like i fucking LOVE napping. i think i also have to nap more now bc i don't really drink caffeine anymore. i'll have an occasional soda or ice tea once in a while, but otherwise it's just straight water for me. so i usually just come home and nap. then when i wake up i'll either dance or sing to some emo music (got me like a 14 hour playlist of all my favorite songs) or i'll just watch some youtube vids.

i haven't had too many bad customers, thank god, but the one that always stuck out to me was during the holiday season the first year i work at my current store. so while i haven't worked really any black fridays, i have worked the lead up to christmas multiple times and i swear, i think ppl forget christmas is when it is with the way ppl coming in like the 23 of december buying all the random shit we have left.

so, i was up at the registers, and we have only self check out. i'm assisting ppl when i can and directing the line bc it's basically to the back of the store almost. the thing is, to literally come into the store, you have to pass the registers. so this shouldn't be a surprise to anyone that it's self checkout only. but these two women are next in line and i direct one to an open register. she immediately says "what, i have to do it myself?" i'm not in a good mood bc there is just too many ppl around (and this was pre-pandemic) and i was like "yes ma'am, you have to."

my thing was always if you ask me nicely to help you, i gladly will. but being a bitch to me will basically get you no help whatsoever.

she starts to scan her items, and scans one too many times. she starts yelling "oh my god, i don't know how to do this, i double scanned" loudly, i come over, clear off the extra item and then direct her friend to the next register, which is coincidentally was the one next to her.

the main lady goes back and forth with her friend, saying and cursing "i can't believe i have to fucking do this myself, i don't like this, why the fuck can't they help us." mind you, i work in basically a kid's store. there are plenty of children around. there is no need to be cursing that much, and i say that as someone who does curse a lot.

finally she finishes up and for some reason the register spit out her change really fast so her coins fell on the floor. she picks up one of the coins turns to me, and basically throws it at me and snidely remarks "here you go, since you clearly need it"

i about swung on her, but she's lucky i didn't.

that was really one of the very few times i ever had a bad customer. as for good ones, i think for the most part most of the customers i interact with are either normal or pretty nice. i did one time have to explain to a man what bluetooth was, which is great bc i know so much about it….. and then he told my manager i did an excellent job helping him understand. so that was nice :)

as for the holiday music…. it's 50/50 depending on my mood. sometimes it's not too bad, sometimes it's annoying. bc we play random pop songs (that most of you have probably never heard of) in between the christmas songs. so for every one pop song, we get two to three christmas songs. and we only just recently started getting mariah carey and actual well know christmas songs to play in the store. before, it was like random covers of popular songs, which is very strange to me but whatever lol

and my favorite holiday song… i'm actually gonna list my favorite christmas songs bc i think i have the weirdest taste in them lol

christmas don't be late by alvin and the chipmunks

santa baby by eartha kitt

last christmas by the glee cast

baby it's cold outside by the glee cast

feliz navidad by josé feliciano

obviously mariah carey and michael buble are the top ppl for christmas music. but genuinely… i love these songs more.

a lot of christmas songs make me sad now since my father passed, especially 'i'll be home for christmas'. so sometimes it's a bit hard to listen to christmas music. but i usually hold off on listening to until like the 23rd lol

[prettyboyeddiemunson]

Hi Sweetheart,

I missed you this weekend. That’s my own fault. I was thinking about you every day. I would love to know more about you. Honestly I want to know everything about you. Everything you love to the things you hate. I came up a list of questions since you made the offer. I tried not to ask anything that would make you uncomfortable. If any of them do, ignore them and I’ll understand.

What book are you currently reading, just finished, or about to start?

What’s your favorite memory?

Do you have any quirky habits?

What’s something on your bucket list?

What deal breakers do you have when it comes to relationships or in a partner?

Waffles or pancakes? Or neither?

If you could be any animal or creature, real or mythical, what would you choose?

Do you have a big family or a small family?

What was it like where you grew up?

How do you see your life in the next 5 or 10 years?

What’s the funniest thing you’ve ever heard or witnessed?

What’s the first thing you notice about someone?

What’s something you really want to do this holiday season?

What was your first impression of me writing to you?

Song to go with this letter: Waiting For A Girl Like You- Foreigner

-Your Secret Admirer

hello there!! thank you so much for the questions, i answered them to the best of my abilities! i was having some super bad anxiety after a trigger, so this ask came at the perfect time. focusing on your questions helped me a little bit, so thank you again for them! 🥺

1. I’m currently reading The Talisman by Stephen King, and The Secret History of Twin Peaks by Mark Frost! I’m reading that second one for the second time, because I wanna watch the series again and it’s been years since the first read! I forgot some of what was in it and wanted to refresh my memory a little

2. I have many, but when I was 16, I went on a ghost hunting thing (with other ticket holders) with the cast of ghost hunters! I loved that show when I was younger, and it’s still one of my favorite memories

3. Does picking at/biting my lips count?

4. Publish a book!

5. Someone who is rude to wait staff or retail workers, someone who cheats, and someone who won’t make an effort to make the relationship work

6. Pancakes! I was never a huge fan of waffles

7. Probably a vampire! I’ve always loved them & been fascinated with them

8. Small family!

9. Interesting, to say the least! Not in a good way

10. Hopefully happy, with a book or two published, maybe a house of my own and a family.

11. That’s a tough one, since I’ve had so many of those!

12. Their eyes!

13. Relax and just try to be present! I don’t wanna be in my own head this Christmas, I want to enjoy it and be able to have fun with my family

14. I thought the asks were very sweet, and you seem like a very kind person!

[stinkybreath]

I hate Christmas and I doubly hate Christmas music

That said

The four bearable Xmas songs are

Last Christmas

All I Want for Christmas Is You

Jingle Bell Rock

Feliz Navidad

End of fucking list. That’s it. I have worked enough foodservice and retail that I have heard the rest of the canon hundreds if not thousands of times and I’m telling you that is IT

[thatgirlforever5]

15 Questions!

Tagged by: The lovely @jeffparkers

Nickname: Sam for all my friends/coworkers. Sammy for my 4yo niece and grandma only (I immediately shoot anyone else down if they call me it). And Punkin for my Mom and Dad.

Sign: I'm assuming this means astrological? I'm a Libra, but if I'm being honest I hate astrological stuff and think too many people use it as an excuse for their "personality".

Height: 5'6

Last Thing I Googled: Badstreet USA t-shirt because my dad said he wanted one for Christmas.

Song Stuck in My Head: The Ants Go Marching On because my niece sang it for like 15 minutes straight

Number of Followers: 59, which is really surprising because I'm not really interesting and I don't post a lot. I'm just kinda here.

Amount of Sleep: Not really average in any way because my work schedule is all over the place. Usually between 5-8 hours depending on my work schedule.

Dream Job: I wish I knew. I've always felt lost in life because I've never really had a dream job. I just know I'm over retail, but unfortunately I'm really good at it and all my opportunities seem to be in retail.

Wearing: Black flared yoga pants that are like 10 years old and the original WWE Balor Club shirt that I absolutely refuse to get rid of despite how many holes it has in it.

Movies/Books that can summarize me: I honestly have no clue. Like not even going to throw out some ideas because I have no clue.

Favorite Song: This changes about 10 times a day. At this moment it's "The Loneliest" by Maneskin because it's one of the most vocally beautiful songs I've ever heard.

Favorite Instrument: I don't have one.

Aesthetic: Don't really have one. A third of my wardrobe is wrestling shirts. Another third is all grey, and the rest is pastels and florals. If I like it I'll wear it.

Favorite Authors: Don't really have any because I don't read a lot. To be honest I mostly just read @jeffparkers work.

Random Fun Fact: So literally the only reason I'm a wrestling fan is because of Total Divas/The Bella Twins. I really didn't know anything about wrestling, but when I was 13 I was obsessed with reality TV. One day I watched Total Divas and really liked the girls on it. A few nights later Raw was on and I decided to watch it. I hyperfixated and became obsessed with wrestling. Also helped that my Dad used to watch it and was happy that I was into it, so now it's like our bonding time. So in a weird way, Kenny Omega is now my favorite wrestler all because the Bella's had a reality show. And now I hate reality TV ironically.

Tagging: @legityoots @maxwelljacobfriedman @thenerdybaker523 @cogarsatticus and anyone else who's interested.

[rhcenyra]

As someone who works retail, there is no Christmas song I hate more than Buble’s version of Santa Baby except maybe any version of Last Christmas. Mariah is a godsend.

i think this post is from last year but it still stands. happy december 1st retailies!

[thenewfuture]

Story thought: The night Makoto and the gang got payback on Junko before Christmas.

As much as Junko loves Despair, there's one song she absolutely can't stand. Despite the obvious Despair it brings to her, she wishes it would stop playing EVERY time Christmas was coming.

Makoto and the gang hear about this and decide to get back at Junko. They'd need someone on piano, which Yasuhiro volunteered for and surprisingly did a great job with. And by proxy of rock paper scissors, Toko was chosen to sing. She was 100% against it, until Byakuya told her to do it, and boy oh boy, did she absolutely slay those high notes.

As for the others, Makoto tries to teaching Byakuya the meaning of Christmas, while Hina goes on an adventure to get everyone Christmas gifts. Oh, and Kyoko is in way too big of a Christmas sweater.

Oh boy, a Christmas story! I love those! So the gang are playing Maria Carey’s “All I want for Christmas” to get back at Junko? Sounds like it would cause her great despair, and not the good enjoyable kind. Call her a retail worker working in the start of December.

Also I have this headcanon that not only Junko hates Christmas because of its happy, hope time energy; but also because every year, without fail, she gets sick. One time she wanted to destroy Christmas but she got bored of it, went to sleep and immediately regretted it.

-Mod