#please please please mr. claus give me what i want for christmas

[possum-socks]

Setting aside what you think will happen, what do you want to happen? Lmk in the reblogs and comments!

[astonmartinii]

a very nonsense christmas | charles leclerc social media au

pairing: charles leclerc x fem singer!reader

face claim: sabrina carpenter

based on this request: Hi, how are you can you please write something with Charles x singer reader like a part 2 of "nonsense... or is it?" based on Santa doesn't know you like I do music video something very wholesome idk you can ignore this if you want, hope you have a good day/night 🤍 - @rana030

MASTERLIST | BUY ME A KO-FI? | PART ONE

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yourusername: do you hear those slay bells ringing? i love christmas so much that i'm giving you guys six new songs for this holiday season !!

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user1: mama is going straight on the nice list for this one

user2: christmas is saved

charles_leclerc: so proud of you cherie

yourusername: says the muse

charles_leclerc: you're my angel on the top of the tree

yourusername: as long as you're under the tree ready to be unwrapped

pierregasly: STOP

alexalbon: we MUST protect the sanctity of christmas

yourusername: oh alex, do not listen to the ep...

alexalbon: too late just pressed play

alexalbon: YOU NEED THE CHARLES DICKENS ???

yourusername: amazing word play, am i right?

alexalbon: no.

charles_leclerc: he doesn't meant that babe. lily has a commitment, he's just lonely

user3: y/n was like "if you weren't aware, i am getting DICKED DOWN for christmas"

user4: as much as i'd peel all of my skin off to be in either of their positions, good for her

maxverstappen1: i think nonsense christmas has single handedly killed my investigative journalism career. i am not analysing charles' massive sack

yourusername: damn right you won't be

charles_leclerc: maybe you should analyse it, you could learn something from it

maxverstappen1: hOW DARE YOU

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yourusername: thank you to all the lovely people who came to the fruitcake release party ! xx

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user7: CHARLES AND TRAVIS IN ONE PLACE ALERT

user8: so does this mean we can get a y/n and charles appearance on the new heights podcast?

charles_leclerc: do you think people could tell i was about to pass out while playing the piano?

yourusername: definitely not !

maxverstappen1: yes we could

charles_leclerc: WHAT I WAS JUST NERVOUS AND I DIDN'T WANT TO LET Y/N DOWN AND TAYLOR WAS THERE SO I DIDN'T WANT TO EMBARRASS MYSELF

maxverstappen1: okay i didn't need the pity party. you were good, unfortunately very good. i need to learn piano now. i have to beat you in everything

yourusername: maybe you should've forgone the santa suit... it was quite warm

charles_leclerc: but you wanna be mrs claus ? (i also have a big north pole lol)

alexalbon: ENOUGH

user9: wait so like, was the grid at the release party?

user10: based on most of their instagram stories, and y/n's stories i'm gonna say yes

taylorswift: i had so much fun !! i love fruitcake and tell charlie his piano was great

charles_leclerc: SUCK ON THAT @maxverstappen1

taylorswift: ?

charles_leclerc: we've got bad blood taylor's version featuring kendrick lamar?

taylorswift: i see

maxverstappen1: he's the reason we can't have nice things

user11: someone free taylor from lestappen

killatrav: okay. the girls throw the best parties. esteban and pierre i own your team now, you guys gotta get better at drinking

yourusername: careful travis they're french ...

killtrav: is your boyfriend not also french? he's like a puppy dog

yourusername: HE'S MONAGASQUE

charles_leclerc: i am NOT french

estebanocon: i only threw up because eggnog is not what you guys advertise it to be

pierregasly: i'm not gonna lie i don't remember even seeing you last night

user12: okay so get invited to one of these parties is definitely on the bucket list now

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charles_leclerc: charles and travis 🤝 just happy we got a chance

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user13: if he's not like them i don't want it

user14: if santa doesn't pull through with a man like them under my tree this year ... imma be mad

killatrav: travis and charles 🤝 having girlfriends that make us giggle and swing our feet

charles_leclerc: does the honeymoon phase ever finish?

killtrav: well it definitely hasn't for me

maxverstappen1: NOOOOOOOOOOOO

alexalbon: say it ain't so

yourusername: haters gonna hate 😎

alexalbon: he is so happy it is bordering on insufferable

charles_leclerc: alex :(

alexalbon: i am very happy for you charlie and lily is definitely very happy for you, but if you talk to me for the TWELVE HOUR flight to brazil again i will terminate this friendship

killtrav: i am so confused

user15: poor travis and taylor are just being exposed to the grid chaos

yourusername: you posting this like i'm not the luckiest girl in the world

charles_leclerc: i just love you so much and i'm so glad you shortlisted me for your music video

yourusername: yeah spolier alert there was no shortlist. i wanted you and i didn't want to get out right rejected...

charles_leclerc: as if i would reject any offer from you i think i would've torn down maranello if they said i wasn't allowed to be in it

scuderiaferrari: ?

user16: i'm so obsessed with how much charles has embraced the wag life

user17: can't believe i get to live a life where i can bop along to music about how good in bed charles leclerc is

user18: they better not break up cause i may be tifosi but i shall be streaming

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yourusername: santa doesn't know you like i do baby

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user21: all i want for christmas is even more y/n and charles content

user22: mum and dad have kept us fed over the winter break

user23: i'm not ready for them to be separated when the season starts again :(

charles_leclerc: not to be that person but we're so hot

yourusername: no, you should say it louder

charles_leclerc: WE'RE HOT

maxverstappen1: can you people knock it off or we're not coming to your christmas party

yourusername: ERM ??? 🫤

alexalbon: you people have single handedly made me the grinch

yourusername: but but but ??? you all begged for an invite :(

charles_leclerc: FAKE and that's why you're all getting coal from us

user24: my god i am so lonely

user25: if i don't wake up to a charles shape gift under my tree i will not make it to next christmas

danielricciardo: just to be sure, this party is not going to be filmed and turned into a music video?

yourusername: it's just an old-fashioned shin dig girly don't worry

yourusername: or by the tone of this, should i be worried?

danielricciardo: no!

charles_leclerc: do NOT ruin my home please

danielricciardo: no promises xoxoxo

user26: y/n might want to film the party but I NEED THE FOOTAGE

user27: @tedkravitz boy do i have a gig for you

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danielricciardo: do NOT drink the eggnog at a y/n christmas party this is a public safety announcement

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user28: i would commit unspeakable crimes to be present here

yourusername: if you weren't a fake fan you would've listened to fruitcake and would know we spike the eggnog 🤷‍♀️

danielricciardo: i am a fan !!!!!!!!!

yourusername: you asked me and yuki how we escaped the north pole last night

yukitsunoda0511: don't think i've forgotten about that, say goodbye to a tow in quali old man

danielricciardo: IT WAS A COMPLIMENT ELVES ARE CUTE?

charles_leclerc: don't call my girlfriend cute that's my job 🤨

danielricciardo: do you people ever let me live? i am battling a hangover like no other please stop shouting at me

charles_leclerc: maybe someone of your old age should manage his drink better

danielricciardo: THAT'S IT I'M GOING

yourusername: thanks we did actually want the kitchen floor back

user29: daniel calling y/n and yuki elves kills me

yourusername: we're not elf height we're cutie patootie height 💅

yukitsunoda0511: amen

alexalbon: i will endure the torture because that was fucking insane

maxverstappen1: @yourusername you're in charge of all after parties now sorry

yourusername: let charlie win and you got a deal

maxverstappen1: i'd rather drink my gin and tonic in a ditch than let that happen

charles_leclerc: BOOO

alexalbon: cocktail recipe immediately @yourusername

yourusername: you've changed your tune ?

alexalbon: i had fun, sue me. plus i am actually happy for charlie but please no more singing about his dick

yourusername: i can't make any promises

charles_leclerc: and there's plenty of material to get the creative juices flowing

alexalbon: FUCK OFF

maxverstappen1: FUCK OFF

user30: the grid will never know peace, not even at christmas time

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charles_leclerc: nothing like the holidays with the love of your life

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user35: how down bad all men should be

yourusername: best holidays ever !!!! love you charlie xx

charles_leclerc: my christmas wish last year came true, and now you're stuck with me

yourusername: no one i would rather be stuck with

charles_leclerc: I LOVE YOU

yourusername: I LOVE YOU MORE

user36: good thing i got presents this year or the sheer sight of this couple would make me so jealous i would spontaneously combust

user37: real

landonorris: you will see to the crime of the stupid amount of mistletoe you had up at that damn party

charles_leclerc: have you seen y/n? (don't answer that) obviously i want any excuse to kiss her

landonorris: i DON'T CARE I HAD TO KISS DANIEL FIVE TIMES I WILL NEVER RECOVER

danielricciardo: i know you enjoyed baby

landonorris: @yourusername @charles_leclerc YOU WILL PAY FOR THIS

yourusername: idk it looked like you enjoyed it to me

landonorris: you WATCHED?

yourusername: i filmed it :) top blackmail material, don't crash into charlie OR ELSE

charles_leclerc: thanks babe

landonorris: @georgerussell63 get the gdpa to intervene nOW

georgerussell63: eh i'm quite entertained

user38: this really is the giving season huh

arthurleclerc: do i mean nothing to you?

charles_leclerc: you're nowhere near as cute as y/n 🤷‍♀️

yourusername: awwwww charlie

arthurleclerc: EXCUSE ME? WHAT HAPPENED TO CHRISTMAS SPIRIT?

user39: charles is really ride or die lol

note: have a very merry christmas! i hope you guys all have a great holiday season and enjoy this quick one! i've been super busy but wanted to give you all a lil christmas treat - much love xx

[imyourbratzdoll]

Reader giving santa ari a treat after hes stressed heheh he gets a bj with reader in lingerie . Little do they know thoes sneaky elves are watching the two

🎄christmas masterlist🎄

hello, thank you for sending this in, I apologise for taking so long to complete it, and I hope you like what I wrote.

summary - your husband has been working too hard, stressing himself out, and you decide to destress him by giving him some head.

warning - smut, oral sex, swearing, voyeurism.

18+ only please, the gif and headers I use aren't mine.

You walk into Ari’s office wearing nothing but a lacey black nightie and pout as you notice how stressed he seems. Bags linger under his eyes, his usually neatly kept hair all messed up from him running his fingers through it every five seconds. You slowly make your way over, standing behind him and massaging his broad shoulders. He leans back at your gentle touch. “Honey, you’ve been working so hard. Why don’t you come back to bed?” 

Ari shakes his head, letting out a sigh. “I can’t, my love. I wish I could, but this really needs to be done. Something went wrong, and now the naughty or nice list won’t work. How am I supposed to know who gets presents now? Hmm? I bet it was those darn elves. They always mess around in here during their breaks. I lock the door, but no. Somehow they manage to get in still and screw things up.” He rubs his face hard, the stress catching up to him. “Maybe, I should just get rid of them?”

You hum, moving around to the front of him and kneeling. “You don’t mean that. You love them even if they do cause you stress. You wouldn’t know what to do without them.” You rub your hands up and down his thick thighs, smiling when you see the bulge forming beneath his pyjama pants, his cock twitching as he peers down at you and takes in your clothes that hug your form. “Why don’t you let me take the stress away? Just for tonight.” You smile up at your husband, batting your eyelashes innocently.

Ari sighs, nodding and leaning back into his chair. “Okay.” He strokes your cheeks, smiling down at you softly, blinking his tired eyes. You grin, eyes landing on his thick bulge, sliding your hands slowly up his thighs and landing on it, beginning to rub and cup it gently. “My love, don’t tease. Please.”

“Anything for you, Mr Claus.” You hook your fingers into his waistband and gently pull the tightened cloth down, whimpering when your eyes land on his hardened member, licking your lips as you watch his angry tip leak with his delicious pre-cum. “You’re so hard already, and I bet you’ve been neglecting yourself too.” You pout up at Ari as he opens his mouth to answer you. You lean forward and swirl your tongue around his tip before wrapping your lips around it and sucking. 

“Oh, shit!” Ari’s head falls back into the chair, gripping your head gently as you bob it up and down his thick length, taking him deep into your throat. Your eyes watch him as you continue to suck his soul out, swirling and flicking your tongue around and underneath his tip, sucking him harder and faster to the point you begin to drool from the sides of your mouth, covering him. “Feels so good, ah!” 

You moan around him, your eyes rolling back as his pre-cum lands on your tongue. The two of you are so lost in pleasure that you don’t notice the elves peeking from behind the desk, watching with wide eyes as you swallow their boss's cock. Your hands move up, massaging Ari’s heavy sacks, tugging them gently and gagging as his hips thrust forward, causing him to go deeper down your throat.

“F–fuck, sweetheart. I’m close!” Your movements pick up, your head bobbing faster as you want to taste his sweet cum. Your eyes lock with his, and you suck even harder than before. Your hips move as you hump the air, giving the elves the best view. “Ahh! Fuck, I’m cumming!” Ari grunts, gripping the back of your head and pushing you further down until you are buried in his greying bush. His eyes roll backwards as you swallow him. His balls tighten, legs beginning to shake as thick amounts of cum spurt out of his mushroom tip, coating your throat. “Crap…” His eyes blink open, and his cock twitches as he watches you swallow every last drop, your tongue moving like magic as you clean him up. Ari pulls you up and places you onto his lap, pressing a heavy kiss to your lips, not caring if he tastes himself. “You’re the best fucking wife a man could ask for. You know that?”

You smile, running your fingers through his beard as you stare into his eyes. “I’m guessing you’re feeling a lot better?” 

Ari nods, “so much. Thank you, my love. Now, I think it’s my turn to return the favour.” You squeal as he lies you onto his desk, grinning down at you. 

thank you for reading!

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Christmas Hats and Magnets » Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier

December 7th

Pairings: Husband/Dad!Bucky Barnes x Wife/Mom!Reader with daughter Isabella and Alpine

Summary: Bucky’s and Y/N’s 4 year old daughter gives Christmas hats to her parents and puts magnets on her daddy’s metal arm.

Warnings: Fluff, language, nothing but cuteness, hugs and kisses, cuddling, nicknames for daughter (princess, baby girl), pet names for reader (doll)

Thank you to @buckys-wintersoldier for this adorable Christmas idea!❤️💚

Written on my phone so sorry if there’s any mistakes or typos.

GIF IS NOT MINE! Credit goes to the creators.

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“Mommy! Daddy! Wake up! It’s Christmas time!” Isabella says excitedly, jumping up and down on yours and Bucky’s bed.

You opened your eyes to see Isabella wearing a Santa hat. You sat up and pulled her on your lap and gave her kisses.

“Daddy’s still sleeping. We need to be quiet.” You whisper.

“Daddy sleeping.” She whispers back.

You carefully got out of bed with Isabella in your arms so you guys didn’t wake up Bucky. You took Izzy to the living room so she can watch TV and play while you made breakfast.

“Do you want pancakes or waffles?” You asked her.

“Waffles please!” Isabella says politely with a smile.

“Good choice!” You smiled.

You went to the kitchen and got everything you needed to make breakfast. A few minutes later, you felt a little hand tugging your -Bucky’s- shirt. You looked down to see Isabella looking up at you.

“Can I have a juice box please?” She asks.

“Of course, baby girl.” You walked to the fridge and opened it. “What flavor do you want? Apple, Orange, or Fruit Punch?” You asked.

“Fruit Punch.” She says.

You grabbed a Fruit Punch juice box, opening it for her and gave it to her.

“Thank you, mommy!” Isabella says, taking it from your hand.

“You’re welcome. Try not to spill it.” You say.

Isabella nodded and went back to the living room to play and watch TV. Another few minutes go by when Izzy comes back in the kitchen.

“Do you need something else, baby girl?” You asked her.

“No. I have something for you!” Isabella hands you a Santa hat. “I have one for daddy too and I put one on Alpine!” She tells you.

You smiled, taking it from her hand and put it on.

“Now we’re twins!” She says, clapping her little hands before running back to the living room.

You went back to making breakfast. A little bit later, you went in the living room to get Isabella for breakfast, but you didn’t see her in there. You assumed she went to her bedroom for something or to play. You went upstairs and poked your head in her bedroom. You furrowed your eyebrows when you didn’t see her in there. That’s when you heard little giggles coming from yours and Bucky’s bedroom. You walked down the hallway to the bedroom to see Isabella sitting next to her sleeping daddy and putting Christmas magnets on his metal arm. You bit your bottom lip to keep yourself from laughing. Bucky’s eyes fluttered opened when he heard giggling. He seen Isabella sitting next to him, continuing to put magnets on his metal arm.

“What are you doing, princess?” Bucky asks, rubbing his eyes.

“Making your arm look Christmasy!” She says.

Bucky lifted his metal arm to see a variety of different Christmas magnets on it.

“I also have this for you!” She says, handing him a Santa hat.

“Thank you, princess.” Bucky smiles and put it on.

“Me and Alpine have one too!” Isabella pointed at Alpine who was sleeping on her cat tree. “Mommy does too!” She says, pointed at you.

“All three of you look beautiful with them on.” He says, kissing her forehead.

You smiled and walked towards the bed and got on it.

“Good morning, Mr. Claus.” You kissed Bucky’s lips.

“Good morning, Mrs. Claus.” Bucky kisses you back.

“Hey!” Isabella shouted, getting yours and Bucky’s attention. “I’m still here!” She pouted, crossing her little arms over her chest.

Bucky grabbed her and put her on his lap. You and Bucky attacked her with kisses and tickles causing her to let out squeals and giggles.

“Alright, alright. That’s enough. Let’s go downstairs and eat breakfast before it gets cold.” You say.

“Mommy made waffles!” Isabella gets off of her daddy’s lap and carefully got off the bed. “Hurry up before I eat them all!” She shouts on her way out of the bedroom.

Bucky got out of bed and ran up behind her, picking her up causing her to squeal and giggle again. You followed them to the kitchen. You pour two cups of coffee, one for you and one for Bucky. You went to the dining room and gave Bucky his coffee and Isabella her breakfast. You went back to the kitchen for yours and Bucky breakfast and went back to the dining room. You took a seat next to Bucky.

“This looks delicious, doll.” Bucky compliments making you smile.

“Thank you, Buck.” You kissed his stubbly cheek.

Bucky turned his head to capture your lips in a kiss making you smile against his lips.

“No kissing! I’m trying to eat my waffles!” Isabella shouts making you and Bucky laugh at her cuteness.

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-Bucky’s Doll

[multi-fandom-imagine]

Day 21: Santa Baby: reader has decided to dress as Mrs. Claus for a little more “adult” Christmas fun. Oh boy!

Fandom: Five Nights At Freddy's

Character: Mike Schmidt

Naughty or nice

Warnings: P in V

A/n: annd this should have beeb posted night

Mike felt like he never got a break, he just wanted one moment alone with you his wife.So when your sister offered to babysit Abby he nearly jumped at the chance though he was not expecting this. His jaw dropping seeing you in the skimpy little outfit.

Mike blinked, his tired eyes widening as he took in your outfit more. He let out a low whistle, a mischievous smile playing on his lips. "Well, well, well, look at you, Miss Claus," he said, his voice husky with desire. "I must admit, you look absolutely stunning. Festive fun sounds like a fantastic idea."

He leaned in, capturing your lips in a passionate kiss, his hands sliding down to rest on your hips. "I've been so focused on work lately, but right now, all I want is to give you my undivided attention," he whispered against her lips, his hot breath sending shivers down her spine. "Tell me love, what kind of festive fun did you have in mind?"

Grinning, you stood on your toes as you let your lips slowly glide down his jawline. "How about you surprise me?"

Mike's breath hitched as your lips trailed along his jawline. He let out a low growl of desire, his hands gripping your waist tighter. "Hmm, well then," he murmured, his voice dripping with anticipation. "I have an idea."

He gently took your hand and led you towards the living room, where a cozy fire was crackling in the fireplace. He reached for a small box on the mantel, opening it to reveal a set of mistletoe. "How about we start with a little holiday tradition?" he suggested with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

Mike held the mistletoe above their heads, his lips hovering just inches from yours. "Under the mistletoe, we share a special kiss," he whispered, his voice filled with a mix of playfulness and desire. "And the longer we stay under it, the more intense that kiss becomes."

With a devilish grin, he leaned in, capturing your lips in a slow, passionate kiss, his tongue gently teasing you. As you both stood there, wrapped in each other's arms, the heat of the fire warming your bodies, Mike made sure to give you all the attention you deserved.

A small whine escaped your lips as you arched into his touch as you felt his hand slip under the silk of the skirt as your fingers ran through his hair his desire for you growing with each passing moment as he broke the kiss.

A low growl rumbles in his chest as he leans in closer, his lips hovering just inches away from yours. "Oh, darling, I think it's time to find out just how naughty you've been," he murmurs huskily, his voice laced with a hint of dominance.

With a swift motion, Mike's hands find their way to your waist, his fingers gripping firmly as he pulls you closer. The fabric of his clothes brushes against your skin as he leans in to capture your lips in a hungry, passionate kiss.

His tongue dances with yours, exploring every crevice of your mouth as his hands begin to roam, tracing the curves of your body. A low groan escapes his lips as he feels the heat between your bodies, the anticipation building.

Mike's hands slide up your sides, his touch firm and possessive, as he breaks the kiss to trail hot, open-mouthed kisses down your neck. His teeth graze against your skin, leaving a trail of desire in their wake.

Pressing his lips against your ear, he whispers in a low, sultry voice, "You've been a very, very naughty girl, my love. And now, it's time to make you pay for it."

You shivered with anticipation as your body arched under his touch. "Mike, please." You needed this, you need him, needed to feel him, all of him.

A predatory glint flickers in Mike's eyes as he senses your need, your desire pouring off you in waves. He relishes in the power he holds over you, the way you surrender to his touch, and he's more than ready to give you exactly what you're begging for.

With a swift motion, Mike's hands slide down to your thighs, his fingers digging into your flesh as he lifts you up, carrying you effortlessly to the nearby bedroom. He lays you down on the soft sheets, his gaze burning with intensity as he slowly begins to undress, his eyes never leaving yours.

Every movement is deliberate and calculated, his muscles flexing with each motion. As he stands before you, fully exposed, his desire evident, he crawls onto the bed, positioning himself above you.

Leaning down, his lips meet yours in a searing kiss, his hands roaming your body with a possessive hunger. He explores every inch of your skin, leaving a trail of fire in his wake.

His touch becomes more demanding, more urgent, as he trails his lips down your neck, biting and sucking at your sensitive flesh. His hands grip your hips with bruising force, his control evident as he positions himself at your entrance.

With a single thrust, he fills you completely, a low groan escaping his lips as he relishes in the sensation. His movements are primal, powerful, as he sets a rhythm that drives you both to the edge of pleasure.

Each thrust is met with a gasp, a moan, as the room fills with the intoxicating sound of your shared desire. Marc loses himself in the moment, in the feel of your body beneath him, as he brings you to the brink of ecstasy again and again.

In the heat of passion, his whispers become a mix of adoration and dominance, fueling the fire between you. "You're mine. All mine," he growls, his voice dripping with possessiveness.

As your bodies entwine in a frenzy of pleasure, the world outside ceases to exist. It's just the two of you, consumed by the raw intensity of your connection, as you surrender to the ecstasy that only he can provide.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

One Moment of Doubt

Series Masterlist

Warnings: dark elements, some sexiness in this.

Note: this is what yall asked for, remember that.

Please leave me some feedback either in a reblog or an ask! Likes are always appreciated as well. You know I love yall and hell yeah, you love Professor Steve.

Jensen’s fingertips send ripples radiating through you. His warmth surrounds you, swathing you in a soft heat, slowly building as your own hands explore his body. You hook your thumbs in the top of his jeans as you cradle him between your legs, writhing as his tongue delves into your mouth.

His right hand comes up behind your head, steadying you as he trails down your cheek and chin. He kisses your neck as you moan. You flutter up his back, feeling his bare skin as his chest presses flush to you. His nails dig into your side as he nips along your throat.

His embrace is intoxication, so much so that you forget every doubt you had. You know that you’re ready, that he’s the one. You want him so bad.

He parts, panting as you feel along his stomach, the muscles tensing. You puff thinly up at him as he hovers just above you. You feel his excitement against you.

“You sure, honey?” He breathes.

You want to say yes, you’re about to say yes, but you can’t. Honey. Why did he have to call you that? Why do you have to think of… him? The epithet has Professor Rogers’ voice echoing in your head.

You drag your hand up and push against his chest, nearly sobbing, “sorry, Jake, I… I need a moment,” you gasp out.

You feel his reluctance, a moment of hesitation, but he pushes off of you and sits up. He swings his legs down over the edge of your narrow bed. He rubs the hair across his chest, trailing up to scratch his jawline.

“I’m sorry,” you quiver, “I don’t… I… that was good, I’m just… nervous.”

“Yeah, I get it,” he drops his shoulders.

“Please, I just… I need to splash some water on my face, that’s all.”

“Sure,” he mutters.

You don’t blame him. You stand up and fix your bra, popping your tits back into the cups as you poke your arms through the straps. He huffs and a roiling guilt fills your veins.

You go to the sink in the corner, keeping your back to him as you crank on the faucet. You put your hands under the cold water and lean in. You hear a subtle buzz but ignore it as you close your eyes and throw the water across your face.

Another short vibration. Probably Inez or your mother. You turn off the tap and reach for the hand towel nearby. You sense movement as you turn around and Jake frowns as he pulls his gaze away from your phone, forgotten during your romp. It rests just against the bed frame and lights up.

Jake stands, not looking at you as he scoops his shirt off the floor.

“You know, I think I should go back to mine–”

“What? Aren’t you staying the night?”

He shakes his head and pulls on the tee, “I don’t think it’s a good idea. There’s no room.”

“Huh? But–”

“I’m not a fucking idiot,” he sneers. You’ve never heard him like that, “read up on your messages, maybe that guy can give you what you want.”

“What?” You rush over to him, “who— what guy?”

He rolls his eyes and nudges past you, snatching up your phone. He curls his lip as he reads the screen, ‘Thinking of you dresses as Mrs. Claus for Christmas. Have you been naughty or nice?’

You grimace and recoil, “who– I don’t know what that means, Jensen.”

“Sure,” he avoids your gaze as he turns the phone to you. You can tell he’s hurt, “I… I don’t wanna be your second choice. Give him a call, maybe he can get the chastity belt off–”

“Hey, Jen, that’s not–”

“Nice? No, neither is texting other guys.”

“I told you, I’m not–”

He turns the phone to him as the screen brightens. Another message. He swipes up, the lock already disabled by the short glimpse of your face in the lens. His cheek strains and he throws the phone away from him like fire.

“What the fuck!?” He explodes, startling you, “you have to be kidding me? Him?”

“What are you talking about?”

“You’re fucking professor? That fucking creep?”

“Please, Jensen, no–”

“He sent you a special Christmas gift, enjoy,” he shoves you out of the way and stomps by you, “I can’t fucking believe I thought you were really into me–”

“Jen, I am. I don’t know what he said but–”

“Fuck off,” he grabs his jacket, his bag, and his boots, “I don’t want to hear it. I should’ve known. The way you lost that TA thing so fast, how he was always where you are– what am I to you? A fucking joke? A game?”

“Not at all, I swear, he’s crazy. He won’t leave me alone but I told him too. I don’t– he’s been following me and I’m so scared, Jen–”

“I don’t believe a word,” he pulls open the door, “I’m tired of your lies. Empty promises. I should’ve known…” he stops and looks back at you, eyes glistening as he fixes his glasses, “I could never get a girl like you.”

He stalks off and you run after him, forgetting about your lack of shirt. You grab onto his arm as he gets to the front door and he shrugs you off. You try again and he elbows you away.

“Don’t. Don’t touch me,” he points in your face, “go get that pervert to do it. If he can even get it up.”

You wince and pull back. You clasp your hands together, your heart sinking. You want to tell him everything, make him hear the truth, but you don’t know if it’s worth it. The things he’s saying, the way he’s acting…that he would take Rogers’ word over yours.

“I never lied to you,” you croak, “so go. If you don’t want to listen, fucking go.”

You spin and storm away, clutching your chest with one hand as you flick away tears. You sniffle and stumble back into your room. The front door slams and you nearly keel over. 

How could everything have flipped so fast? You go to the bed and retrieve your phone from where it landed. You turn the screen up and nearly scream. There on the screen is a photo of Professor Rogers, naked, with only a corner of a bedsheet covering his pelvis. 

You blocked his number. How could he–

If Jensen had looked closer he would see that there was no conversation, that the contact was unknown. Those details fade to the edges of the messages and the photo. You almost can’t blame Jake for buying Professor Rogers’ lies; it seems to be his specialt

[pinkykats-place]

BakuDeku Seasonal: Winter/Christmas 2023

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Some contain mature content.

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Broken Noses and Christmas Wishes by @mikacrispy

Summary: It's Christmas eve and Izuku has exciting plans to huddle on his couch, eating cake and not thinking about his (lack of) love life. A broken nose wasn't on his plans for the night.

One Shot | Pro Hero au

Rated - Teen & Up

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Summary: Katsuki tells 'Santa' what he wants for Christmas. In a special way.

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Summary: For fifteen years, Katsuki has held onto a letter he wrote to Izuku when they were children.

He never thought he’d give Izuku the letter.

But then, Izuku went to the States, and Katsuki’s heart went to pieces.

Now, Izuku is back, and Katsuki is determined to give Izuku the letter…so matter the cost.

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Summary: Izuku kissed him like he fought - with everything he was.

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Summary: Katsuki hated Christmas. Working retail for years would do that to you. The annoying customers, the screaming children, the stupid amount of hours he had to pull. It was easy to see why he wasn't a fan.

This Christmas however?

"Hey, Kacchan!"

This Christmas was a little different.

One Shot | No Quirks au

Rated - General Audiences

Santa, Baby! by SweetSide

Summary: Deku is given a very special Christmas Mission

*****

“What do you mean they have you playing Santa Claus! You’re the number three hero in Japan! The audacity!”

“Kacchan, it’s fine. It’s easy, safe, and fun.”

“You’re a hero, Deku.”

“Yes, and I’m saving Mr. Kringle and Maria from having to explain to a bunch of kids and parents that there’s no Santa to see. Basically, I’m saving Christmas!”

One Shot | Pro Hero au

Rated - General Audiences

Christmas Every Day by Mikacrispy

Summary: After the war, Katsuki and Izuku can't stay apart and they develop a weird, codependent relationship where they live together, work together, spend every moment of their days together, but they aren't actually together. Except for Christmas nights.

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Rated - Explicit

I’ll Keep You Warm, Deku. by casserolecasss

Summary: Deku makes his way back to the UA dorms after his last class of the day. But he’s very chilly on this late December evening, if only there was someone to warm him up...

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Rated - Teen & Up

Series: Domestic December 2023 by OlithePoet

Fic #1 Summary: Izuku and Katsuki stay up late one night and bake Christmas cookies together.

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Series: Headaches and Holidays by TaakoTaco24

Part One Summary: Endeavor sat at his desk, hunched over his laptop and a mound of paperwork that was continuing to build like his headache. He rubbed his temples and sighed. More and more he found himself working at the office as he struggled to keep up with the younger heroes and their annoying antics.

Of course, that didn’t stop the Number 1 hero from working in the field; he just didn’t always have the energy to handle his newest sidekicks and their constant bickering and taunting. He groaned even thinking about it. What he wouldn’t give for some peace and quiet.

Which led him to today.

Endeavor coughed. “How do I get them to stop? They’re giving me a migraine. I tried separating them, but that made them worse.”

“No shit.”

Endeavor rolled his eyes. “Maybe they’ll shut up if they could just realize their feelings for each other.”

— — —

OR Endeavor has had enough of Izuku and Katsuki pining after each other, so he employs Hawks to stage a set up.

Part One: 17 Chapters

Series: 4 Works

[password-door-lock]

Mystictober Day 11-- Doll/Heart

Saeyoung teaches you and Saeran how to make dolls (771 words). 

“What do you think, my love?” Saeran asks, holding up the mermaid plushie for you to observe. The hair isn’t quite finished yet, but otherwise, the toy is very well-made.

“Oh, it’s so cute,” you beam. It’s clear that Saeran has taken great care in sewing and stuffing his doll. You particularly like the iridescent fabric that he used for the mermaid’s tail. “I’m sure the kids will be happy to play with it once they notice.” 

At the moment, the entire population of the orphanage is absolutely captivated by Saeyoung. As part of his volunteer work (now that he no longer works for the agency, he has a great deal of time on his hands, and has been putting the vast majority toward community service), he’s been teaching the residents how to carry out various crafts. This week’s lesson is in dollmaking, and Saeyoung invited you and Saeran to attend and help the kids gain courage in working at something so difficult. 

“I wonder where he learned to do this,” Saeran muses, carefully sewing the yarn hair onto his doll. He’s apparently elected to go for a rainbow of colors, which is sweet, but the task itself looks somewhat tedious, considering how often he needs to switch yarns.

“I overheard him telling the kids that he studied with Santa Claus at the North Pole,” you report. Your own doll is not coming along half as well as Saeran’s— the stitches were a touch uneven, so your attempt to stuff the vaguely heart-shaped plushie did not go over well. Right now, you’re focused on giving your creation a friendly face, so as not to scare the children.

“What?” Saeran laughs good-naturedly. “I never heard that before.” 

“It’s true,” Saeyoung materializes beside your table. For the benefit— and amusement— of the children, he’s speaking in his 707 voice. While he’s gotten comfortable existing just as Saeyoung around his family and friends, he’s much less confident around strangers, and occasionally defaults to his old persona. To his credit, this way of speaking does elicit lots of giggles from the kids. “I went there hoping I could train to become a Christmas elf, but Santa told me I was too tall. He agreed to teach me how to make toys, though, since he didn’t want me to be sad.”

A cluster of nearby kids giggles. “You should talk to Jumin about getting yourself a spot on the Children’s Network,” you advise.

“Does C&R… own the Children’s Network?” Saeran asks, adding a pink hair to the head of his doll. 

Truth be told, you have no idea, but you wouldn’t be surprised. “C&R owns most things,” you shrug. 

“They said I’m too tall for that, too,” Saeyoung pretends to lament. 

You snort, and Saeran giggles. “Maybe they could give the spot to me, then,” he muses, “I know how to make dolls, and I’m shorter than you are.” “Wow,” Saeyoung examines the mermaid, “Nice work, Saeran.” He then redirects his attention to your creation. “And MC… good effort.” You can’t help but laugh. “Shut up. Mine is cute.”

“If the kids don’t want it, I’ll take it home and play with it,” Saeran jokes. 

“Of course the kids will want it,” Saeyoung tells his brother off, “It was made with love.” 

“Thanks! How do you get the eyes to be the same size?” You ask, too focused on your project to internalize the compliment. 

“Mr. Saeyoung!” A child calls from across the room. “Could you show me how to do the hair again, please?”

“Oh, so cute,” Saeran observes quietly. You can’t help but agree. The kid’s polite phrasing is adorable. 

“You’ll figure it out, MC,” Saeyoung assures you with a pat on the arm. “I trust your creativity.”

“Okay,” you’re not so sure, but you know Saeyoung means well. “Thank you.”

When his brother is gone, Saeran turns toward you. “Would you like some help, my love, or would you prefer to figure it out on your own?” 

Saeran is always checking in like this, making certain that he knows what your boundaries are to ensure he doesn’t cross them. You really appreciate this about him. 

“Please help me,” you give him the biggest eyes you can muster. You really want to make a nice doll for the kids. 

“Of course, my angel.” Saeran sets down his doll— which looks like it’s almost finished— and reaches for yours. “I’ll show you what I did for mine. Then I’ll pull out the stitch and let you try it for yourself. Watch closely, okay?” 

You are so head-over-heels in love with this man. “Okay.”

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Ch 11 - Love & Hate

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The Cali cartel wouldn't let it slide. They would respond accordingly.

A single slip on a whim was enough. Pablo's mother went to church on Christmas Eve. The Castaño brothers managed to follow her and attack Pablo's family forcing hem to flee.

Pablo would be against attacking. It was just a matter of time. And a war would start on the streets of Medellín. Sooner or later.

You just received a letter informing that Blackie's girlfriend's family had been murdered. It was Christmas Eve. They killed a pregnant woman. Pregnant. Los Pepes acted again.

You asked Trujillo to deliver the letter to Peña. You didn't want to have to see him.

"¿Estás bien?" Trujillo asked.

“I don't want to see this kind of thing anymore..." your eyes were full of tears.

You left the department as fast as you can. You warned Javier that this would get out of control. If you saw him, you would end up losing your mind.

"Esto acaba de llegar" Trujillo delivers the letter to Javier.

He closes his eyes after reading the information. Knowing that you saw that.

"Esto se está saliendo de control, Peña"

Javier runs his fingers down his chin. He reaches for his gun and leaves.

He goes to the crime scene. The place is quiet, just the noise of the team collecting evidence, death scattered throughout the room in the house. All dead. Blood.

***

It was already late at night, you are reading, the dim light of the lamp next to your bed, with a baby pink nightgown, with lace on the hems and neckline.

You hear someone knocking on the door of your accommodation.

You frowned. You hesitated.

Three more beats.

You get up and walk to the door.

Javier Peña, propped up with his big hands on the frame of your door.

You freeze at the sight of him . It takes a few minutes to process, and remember how to speak.

"What are you doing here?"

Javier's eyes dance on your body from head to toe. Seeing you with this night gown falling on the curves of your body was the only thing that could turn off his mind.

"Can I come in?"

"No. What do you want?"

Javier's eyes were deep. And you knew that in addition to the lust that waved at you, he was sadder than indecency.

"Enter"

You turn your face away, letting the air out through your mouth.

"No, I don't want to talk to you, I don't want to see you, and first of all, I'm just doing what you asked me to do"

"I..." Javier hesitates "I just wanted to talk"

You look at him.

"You're stinking of cigarettes and exhaling alcohol from your pores" you try to argue.

Anything not to have him in your room, because you know where it would end.

"Please, it's Christmas"

"So what? Do I look like Mrs Claus or something ?"

Javier stares at you. And you know he wouldn't get out of there if you didn't give in.

You roll your eyes. And pushes the door making room for him to pass.

"Thank you" Javier comes in.

It was stupidly ridiculous how you always ended up doing what he wanted. You close the door, and turn to Javier crossing your arms.

"What do you want to talk about?"

That was a good question.

Javier was watching your room. He walked to the bedside table, reached the book you were reading. Killing time. The last time he was in your dorm you were missing.

The truth is that not even Javier knew exactly what he was doing there. After leaving the crime scene. It was as if his head was connected to yours by an invisible wire, which pulled him to you. He just needed to be with you.

You were like a refuge for him in stressful times and shitty days at work. It was you who could turn off the noise of the world around. You were someone that made him comfortable. He wanted to be with you. He wanted to be part of you.

His legs automatically walked to your door. He didn't know exactly what to say, how to say it, but he wanted to be with you.

He scratched his nose, ran his fingers through his mustache. The hand on his waist, while looking at you.

"I didn't regret it," he said.

You frowned confused.

"What?"

"In the cleaning room, you said I regretted getting involved with you," he explained, "I didn't regret it"

You're froze for a while.

Javier Peña listened to you after all.

His eyes begin to dance on you, your hair stuck in a messy bun at the top of your head, go down your neck, your collarbone, the volume of your tight breasts in your arms crossed in front of your body. The curve of your hip contrasting with your waist. Your bare legs.

Javier runs his tongue through his lips. You were mouth-watering. He looked at you with devotion.

You blink a few times trying to concentrate.

"And what does that mean?"

Javier sighs.

"I just didn't want you to think you didn't mean anything to me. Because..." he hesitates "you do mean something to me”

What was going on?

"Look, Javier, I don't want you to think that just because we have sex you owe me something. I just want you to respect me"

"I respect you"

"You avoid me, and pretend I'm invisible if I arrive too fast not giving you a chance of you running away at the first opportunity"

Javier closes his eyes, and presses his fingers over them.

You were right. From the moment he realized the effects you had on him. From the moment he realized that he didn't want to and couldn't get involved with another woman, no matter how much he tried. That if he was with another woman, it was you he was thinking of .

An idiotic defense mechanism began to whistle and take control of his attitudes towards you. Out of fear. Afraid of what he was feeling.

"I'm sorry" Javier's voice was low and low.

You frowned again, tilting your body slightly forward towards him.

"Who are you? And what did you do with Javier Peña?"

He smiles blandly.

"I'm serious," he stares at you.

You sigh.

“You're sorry, Javier, you don't owe me anything”

He nods. And he stays silent for a while. Making you anxious. Uncomfortable. You didn't know what to expect.

"Where do you intend to go with this conversation?"

"I don't know what I'm doing, but the only thing I know for sure is that I'd like to be with you, I'd like to be good to you"

"So you want to be with me, be good to me, telling me to disappear? I can't understand you"

"I just wanted to keep you away..."

Your mouth opens in surprise, Javier was talking about feelings, obviously the effect of alcohol.

"Well, then, congratulations, you did it"

"I don't want to hurt you"

"Javier, I'm already hurt, mentally and physically"

He stared at you, frowning. There was silence for a while.

Slowly Javier begins to walk towards you.

His big and firm hands sliding through the greeting of your arms.

You drown into the puppy's eyes as he stares at you. He approaches by reducing the distance between you.

"I tried to ignore it. Pretend it was just an attraction. But nobody’s made me feel that way..."

Javier's fingers slide the strap of your night gown down your shoulders. Chills run through your body. You are unable to move.

"Nothing has this effect you have on me"

Javier's fingers slid smoothly along the contour of your face.

"Javier, you just want sex" you held his fists.

"Maybe. But I want it with you, only you"

You feel a knot in your stomach, it seemed like you were being hit by something right in the middle of your chest.

"You're drunk"

"I'm telling the truth"

You looked at him over his eyelashes.

"You made me sad, you wanted to make me sad, you left me alone" your voice was a whisper.

Javier slides his fingers into the curve of your breasts, your hardened nipples mark the fabric of your nightgown, you feel your mound throbbing.

"I'm sorry"

His fingers come down sliding your breast and you stiffen. Close your eyes.

"You only look for me when you need to forget the shit you're doing" you hesitate when you no longer feel his fingers caressing your body, opening your eyes.

"You make me feel good" he holds your chin.

"Where do you want to go with this?"

You weren't able to process what was happening. The things Javier was talking about. What was the point of that?

Javier leans over you towards your lips. Warm hands around your face, you close your eyes. Your noses leaning against each other.

"I want you" he whispers.

Your breathing is irregular. Your head seems to be foggy. Nothing is clear. It's all messed up.

You put your hands on his chest, trying to get some kind of control over him.

"You just want a distraction from your problems" your lips were so close that you felt the pinching of Javier's mustache on your skin.

He shook his head.

"No..." he walks away so he can look at you "When it's over, I always want to leave. But with you..." he hesitates, studying your face "with you, I want to stay"

Your stomach drops. The blood seems to have been drained from your body. You're silent for a while.

What was that? A Christmas miracle?

"Javi..." You close your eyes and shake your head, trying to organize the thoughts "this is not right"

"Look at me" he tries to hold your face in his hands .

You bite your lips. Javier's smell was like some kind of drug, a psychoactive made especially for you.

"Please..." was almost a whisper.

You obey.

"I'm telling you the truth. I tried to deny it, but..." he tries to find the words, his eyes dancing between your mouth and your eyes "I can't..."

You hold his fists again, around your face.

"You make things difficult for me, doing the wrong things, acting recklessly, without thinking about the consequences, being a total asshole..."

He interrupts you.

"I can solve this" he frowned.

You release the breath you didn’t know you were holding. .

"You can, but are you going to?"

Javier’s hand grabs your waist, pulling his body against yours hot, big, hard, you feel his cock already hard behind the jeans.

His eyes darkened with desire, hunger, with all the things he wants to do with you, half-closed.

"Yes," he murmurs, moving your hair out of the way, moving to your neck.

"Yes?" You repeat more than you really ask.

"Yes" he whispered in his ear.

You don't need much convincing, you easily lose all the determination, in fact, very little determination you left when trying to stay away from Javier Peña. Your mind totally goes blank at the touch of his soft lips on your neck. Feeling his heavy breath on your skin.

His hands reach for your back, pulling you as close as possible. Your pussy clenches around nothing.

There you were, the lust and desire, the two pillars of your relationship.

Javier's mouth runs down your neck slightly while the other hand slides down the fabric of your nightgown, you do not resist. You just feel a tingling heat radiating on your stomach.

The fabric of your clothes slipping down your body releases your breasts, leaving them naked, exposed. Javier's fingers smoothly ghosting over your nipple, your body stiffens. His warm hand massaging your breasts.

"You're beautiful” he whispers.

Javi keeps nipping down till he reaches your breasts and takes a nipple in his mouth. Your hands quickly reach for Javier's hair. His tongue dances softly over your perked up nipple, you let out a satisfying moan down your throat.

He knelt down, and slid the rest of the fabric of your night gown off your body, pooling it on the floor around your feet. You are naked in front of Javier as he is kneeling.

He looks at you with devotion. His hands holding your waist firmly, his fingers sinking into your flesh.

"You're like a Victorian painting" his tone is almost like worship. He draws a path of soft kisses down your stomach. Working his way down.

Your fingers slide through his soft hair. His hands move from your waist to grab your ass.

There was no turning back. You would let him do whatever he wanted to you. You are pliable to his will. Completely surrendered. Javier was the first man who made you feel this way.

Javier inhaled your scent while the roughness of his mustache contrasted on your soft skin. His lips found their pile, you grasp for air with an open mouth.

"Let's go to bed" you manage to say.

Javier stands up, his eyes hooded and dark with desire, trained on you, overflowing with sire. You take off his jacket, sliding over his broad shoulders and unbutton his shirt, both ending on the floor. Your hands go down Javier's defined chest, sending chills through his body, making him twitch, your fingers make their way down until they reach the waistband of his jeans.

Javier kisses your forehead, tilts his head to the side, to fit your lips into his, pressing a warm and firm kiss. You unbutton his jeans and undo the zipper.

You trail down Javier’s abdomen with soft kisses until you reach his underwear, quickly removing it. His cock is hard when it springs free, it’s leaking precum already. You removed his jeans and underwear with a swift movement. You get on your knees with your gaze trained in him.

Your hands hold the base of Javier's cock, you open your mouth, without breaking eye contact with him, you put the head of his cock in your mouth, wrapping your lips around him.

"Fuck" Javier was panting.

You could see his chest go up and down fast. You started sucking, lowering your lips along his length, until you felt his head in your throat, your hands held his leg, and you started working his shaft with your lips. Javier's hands went to your hair, holding it between his fingers. Your tongue began to curl around him, pressing his length, as you moved your lips, his hands began to pull your head, you increased the pace, but he pulled your hair, taking your mouth out of him.

Javier threw his head back.

"Fuck, babe! You're so good to me..." he was panting "I don't want it to end like this"

Javi pulled you up, passing through your waist, go down to your ass, to the back of your thigh, lifting your body to be on your lap, your two legs cross around Javier's waist, as he walks to the edge of your bed, putting a knee on it, and leaning to lie down.

You crawl to the middle of the bed, and open up to him. He positions his shoulders behind your thighs, his hands on the pulp of your ass, while looking at your pussy shining at him.

"Hermosa" he mumbles

You lean on your elbows, watching Javier bite his lips, and leaning over to prove you.

He moans as he dips his tongue into you, feeling your warmth and its bittersweet taste, his fingers open you to him, before you feel his tongue sliding once again to your rigid and tensioned clit, making your body spasm with the contact. Shivering. Your head falls backwards.

Your hands stick on the sheet under you, while Javier's tongue works in your middle, making your body squirm in response.

His hands firm on your hip, in an attempt to keep you still, you whine, Javi presses his lips around your clit sucking it the heat of his mouth, his tongue on you. He was eating you as if it were his favorite meal.

"Javi..." your hands ran through his hair.

Javier is looking at you, his eyes narrow, watching your mouth open as your back begins to form an arch, he circles your clitoris with his tongue, and slides two fingers into you, working together in tandem with his tongue.

Your hip starts to move back and forth on his face. It was Javier Peña, and he knew exactly what to do with you. His fingers are dexterous, reaching the place he knows makes your breath. You turn your head to the side in an attempt to drown out your moans in bed. While Javier reaches the sp spot inside you that he knows makes you melt.

You don't take off and you are soon swinging on your thighs around Javier's head, you tremble and he knows you're close. You cum with a strangled moan, the wave of pleasure that radiates through your body, your pussy squeezing Javier's fingers, your goes dark.

His hands caressed your stomach with a slight pressure, calming you as you come do your high , he feels your body relaxed on the bed, his lips kiss the inside of your thigh.

As soon as your breathing stabilizes, Javier holds his cock, writhing when he sees you melted for him.

He was beautiful under the yellow light of your lamp. The pink tip dripping precum, the thick vein of his length, Javier leans over to kiss you, as you feel his weight on your body, skin with skin, so for the first time, lying down, naked bodies on a bed.

A warm, soft, needy kiss, his tongue licking into your mouth, you feel your taste on his tongue.

You around his waist, holding him into you. Your hips moving in a desperate attempt to slide his cock into you.

"Easy, babe," he smiles, bringing his hand to guide him to your entrance as you lift your head to watch him.

But Javier slides into you, sinking his cock, in your tight heat, until his body was totally over you, your hips together, your pussy throbbing.

He moves his lips a sharing ing at you, his heavy breaths, sharing the same air, you run your fingers through his hair, caressing, Javier closes his eyes, feeling your affection, you two seemed to be one , his nose brushed yours , you felt his cock writhing inside you.

"Javi, please" your hip moves looking for him. Wishing for something, you were sore, desperate for him to possess you.

"Please, what?" He murmured over his lips.

"I need to feel you..."

Javier touches his forehead against yours, and somehow he pressed painfully deeper on you, and retreated, slowly, redoing the path, you moved your hip, in his rhythm, he began to sink into you more firmly, opening you to him, building your orgasm at a painful and electrifying pace. You feel your hips meet with his obscene noises.

You throw your head back sighing with your lips open. Your hands pull his body, your legs hold around him, all so that he is as close as you can manage to.

Your pussy clenches Javier's cock, while he makes his way inside you. As much as this is not the first time you feel his cock sink into you, you are sure you won't get used to how big and thick he is.

"Fuck, babe" he murmurs between your neck "it looks like you were made for me"

And it was real, you moved as if you knew where you needed to be, hands, lips, legs, the heat and weight of Javier's body on top of yours, it was intoxicating, and the more you had, the more you wanted, it was a hunger that did not go away.

You moan, unable to find words, while your room is filled with heat and dizzying noises.

Javier's cock hitting deep inside you, reaching places you didn't know could be reached, making you feel the pressure forming again in your core, ready to cum for the second time for him.

This time you feel Javier more cautious, a gentle caution that borders on affection and need.

It is difficult for him to hold on when he is inside you, the path to his release is so short and satisfying that being inside you becomes a torture so that he does not cum so fast.

He feels you squeeze around him. Javier slides completely out of you, leaving your pussy throbbing with desire.

You're whining.

He turns you on your back and bring your hips up. You open your legs so that it stays around his knees. He is squeezing your ass.

"This is certainly the vision of paradise," he murmurs, as he pushes his head to the mattress, leaving you prancing for him.

And he pushes his cock into you slowly getting used to this new angle.

"Goddammit.." he says with gritted teeth. If it was difficult before, now it was much more.

The position left free access to Javier's cock, and he could get deeper into you. He could perfectly see your pussy swallowing his cock, while grabbing your ass perfectly pulling you against him.

You took a deep breath when you felt it hit your cervix. The noise of both your hips when he pushed so deep into you, that you became one. Your hand slides to your clitoris, touching yourself as he moves his hip with obscene sounds.

You start to move too, chasing your orgasm. Javier gets paralyzed when you start rolling in front of him with his cock inside you.

"Fuck, hermosa, that's..." he releases the air, without words. "I love feeling you like this..." he was panting "you're going to cum, just relax baby, let go"

He moans almost a cry of adoration, when he feels your pussy squeezing his co as you moan his name desperately, cumming on his cock.

"Yeah, cariño, that’s it" Javier's hands go down your spine, while your body suffers from pleasure. And he can't hold back any longer, he pressed himself into you, holding his cock as deep as possible, faltering over your impulses, you feel him swell and pulse inside you, with a primitive and animalistic sound behind you, whispend filled y dripped down your leg.

Your vision has darkened, with so much pleasure, and how his orgasm drains your energy. As soon as you realize that Javier's pulse has calmed down, his legs slide down the bed. Javier slips out of you with a moan.

His hands slip down your leg collecting what leaked from your pussy, his fingers pushing inside you. You moan. Just opening your leg to give access to his fingers.

Next to you, Javier slides two of his fingers back into you, you are oversensitive after two orgasms.

"You want more" he kisses your shoulder.

You shake your head. Unable to do anything else.

"Mhmmm" overwhelmed.

The sensitivity makes it easier, you are smooth with him dripping from you, then Javier inserts his third finger, making you moan an even more pleasurable song to his ears.

"You get one more babe..." he encourages when he feels your needy pussy squeezing around his fingers again “just relax and give me one more Hermosa”

He kisses your back, your shoulders...

So tight, sucking his fingers, that they writhe inside you to get to the point where he knows it makes you see stars. You chase his fingers with your ass up.

"Relax cariño, just relax and come for me, I know you can" he says in your ear.

It doesn't take long for your body to start squeezing in hard spasms, you release the air through your mouth in worship. The third orgasm passing through your body, leaving you seeing white.

"Javi..."

He chases your orgasm, until he stops feeling your body shaking.

Javier lies next to you, he puts his arm under your head. His fingers fixing your hair. You are jelly, Javier needs to pull your body, completely soft with pleasure.

He kisses your forehead.

"Merry Christmas, babe" he speaks softly, while fixing his body pressed to your body.

You didn't know it was possible to achieve this level of pleasure. He was the first to get it out of you. He was the only one who could do it.

Your head on his chest, the smell of Javier clouding your mind, still troubled by orgasms. Your breaths calming down, together. Javier's fingers sliding down your spine.

"What do you want from me, Javi?" You murmur, your lips slipping the warm skin of his body, leaving a kiss on his chest, sighing.

Javi is silent for a while.

"Is it just sex for you?" He asks.

It takes you some time to process. Javi feels like you've been frozen.

"Why are you asking me that?"

He shrugged.

"I want to know how you feel"

What if you said something wrong and he just disappeared?

You two were adults. The truth will always be your choice. If he can't handle it. May he get better.

"I..." hesitates "I don't know, at first yes, but..." you get up, supporting your elbow next to him on the bed, he "is it just sex for you?" You repeat the question to him.

He smiles, releasing the air through his nose. Javier looks at you, and passes a stir of your hair behind your ear, his fingers sliding down your jaw.

"That's what we just did. It's definitely not just sex"

You blink at him. Running your eyes for his peaceful expression after sex. So, here and now, his face was clear, without expression marks, the crease on his forehead, always apparent, disappeared.

Your hand over to hold his face, and caress him with your thumb, your chin rests on his chest.

"What are we going to do?"

Javier's fingers caress his hair.

"I want you" he speaks softly, as if it were a secret.

"Javi..."

You knew he was a man of several women. You've never seen him date anyone. Don't even take anyone seriously. Which way was he trying to go?

"No, cariño, I thought I would never find someone like that, for me, but you've been here all this time. I know I'm an idiot most of the time, but I can't excuses when we just made love as if we were going to merge our bodies into each other."

Make love. The day has comd when you heard Javier Peña say he makes love.

You smile. Without being able to hide it.

"What is it?" He smiles too.

"You're messing with hard drugs" you remember the day he said he didn't love.

He smiles, and pulls you up, so he can be close to your mouth. The fact that you are warmed by a strangely contagious happiness is too much to hide, to contain. You tried to deny yourself, keeping busy as long as you can so as not to think how much you wan all Javier Peña for youself.

And now he was there, delivered like a Greek god to his beloved human, in your bed.

His eyes study you. You press a soft kiss on his lips. While you run your fingers through his hair.

"I would do anything for you, I know I can be good for you," he murmurs on your lips.

"You are a good man, Javi"

"Come here" he opens his arms, offering you his chest for you to lie down "can I stay?" He asks.

"Yes" you settle in his body, intertwining your legs in him.

***

You wake up before Javier. He looked peaceful, sleeping like a baby. He was so big that your bed was too small for him.

You got away of him slowly so as not to wake him up. You always woke up earlier and arrived earlier, he could sleep longer if he wanted to, you didn't want to wake him up.

You took the opportunity to observe him lying on your bed, to keep it in your memory. That was one of the best nights of your life. You already slept together, but now it was another scenario. You bit your thumb between your teeth, remembering how he spoke to you yesterday, each word a blow to your heart surrendered to Javier.

You hear a noise on the floor, and startles in a fright. Running your eyes on the floor, looking for the sound, as fast as you can.

Coming from the clothes you discarded the night before, you move the floor, quickly in the hope of not waking up Javier.

It was his cell phone ringing.

"Peña" you say, still crouching on the floor, without worrying what they would think with you answering his phone at the first hour of the day.

"It's Don Berna"

You freeze, your legs softened. Your stomach fell.

Don Berna. You heard that name. You met this man. He was responsible for your kidnapping.

"I need to discuss business with Peña, is he there?"

You're still on the floor. The heart racing.

Javier sat on the bed looking at you, sleepy. He gestures asking who it was.

Watch your hand falling slowly holding the phone.

Javier noticed your expression as if you had seen a ghost, pale, you are crouched on the floor. Your mouth slightly open.

He frowned. And he gets up, reaching for his pants on the floor putting them on, as he walks to you.

He reaches for the phone in your hand.

"Peña"

"It's me, Berna, I need to talk to you"

Javier hangs up immediately. He presses his lips in a thin he. Now he understands the reason for your shock. He kneels down to reach you, putting his hand on your shoulder.

"Don't touch me" you push his hand.

It was as if Javier's touch burned your skin. His eyes were snapped.

Did you know that Javier was involved with Los Pepes, some cartel, some drug trafficker enemy of Pablo, could turn a blind eye to it, because although they are an unscrupulous group, and knowing that this could trigger a disaster, they were after Pablo Escobar.

But Javier and Don Berna? No. Not him. This man kidnapped you. He left you 9 days in the hands of disgusting creatures. Taking you to extremes of fatigue. Fears. Traumas. There was no way you could get over it. The simple memory of what you went through, awakened what was worst in you. You feel betrayed.

They tried to rape you and Javier was meeting the man who threw you in the lion's den?

Your hands cover your body, as if Javier wasn't in you the night before. You reach for your nightgown on the floor.

"Cariño, I can explain"

"Don't call me that."

You couldn't breathe. Just dress as fast as you can and run to the other side of the bed.

Javi gets up as soon as he sees you basically running from him.

He tries to reach you.

You back off. Your arms wrapped around your body.

"Are you afraid of me?"

"Shouldn't I? Are you doing business with the man who kidnapped me, what do you want me to do?"

"No..." Javier shakes his head, keeps the tone low, patient.

"Did you participate in this? Did you have any involvement with my kidnapping? Did you offer me in exchange for information?"

Javier froze with your assumptions.

"What?" He frowned "no! Of course not, I never..."

"So what is it? Do you know where he is and are you going to arrest him?" You're a little hysterical.

"Listen to me"

"No" you're in denial "I can't believe you... how could I be so stupid? You used me..." you were sobbing, and you're not sure when it started.

"What? Babe, please…" Javi was surprised "No... I don't..." Javier advanced towards you, but you retreated until you were leaning against the wall.

"Stay away from me"

"Babe..." he seemed to feel some pain.

"Is that what I was for you? A fucking currency of exchange for information. That's why you didn't give me access to the files... everything makes sense!" You had your hands on your head while squeezing your body, as if you wanted to get rid of your skin. "How can you?" You stared at Javier, continuing with your daydream.

He was perplexed. He didn't know if he was sad that you found out like this. Or because you make these assumptions of him. He would never use you.

"Get out" you point to the door.

"No. You need to listen to me" he walks up to you, stretches his hands in front of his desperate body "please believe me or not, I would never negotiate you for information, never..."

"So you're going to arrest him? Are you going to turn him in?" Tears flowed down your face.

Javier feels desperate.

"Babe, IIt's not like that, you know, I can't..." he murmurs.

You smile ironically, looking at the ceiling. Sticking your nails to your arms.

You walk to the pile of clothes on the floor, reach for his shirt on the floor, and throw it to him.

"I’m not your babe. Get. Out."

"No, we can't stay like this, I would never do something like this to you, please, you need to believe me..."

"I trusted you" you were inconsolable sobbing "I trusted you and you used me..." you couldn't finish

Javier shook and advances holding you in his hug, you try to let go but you can't.

"Please babe, I'll never..."

You push his chest hard.

"Don't touch me!" You screamed. Wiping your tears with the back of your hand, your breath, trying to get back together "How could I be with you when you're working and cofor ng up for the man who kidnapped me?"

Javier looks away.

"Is that how you want to be good to me? Getting involved with the man who locked me in a room, leaving me there to be raped by the son’s of the cartel bosses?"

Javier shook his head. Prosecuting. You were right. He put on his shirt. His body was sore, tense. He felt an eagerness to do something but there was nothing he could say or do to fix it. He walks reluctantly to the door.

"Sorry," he says, and leaves his room. Martyring yourself.

You feel tears of anger and pain running down your face.

Stupid!

With Javier it was like that. You went from 0 to 100 in seconds. From love to hate.

***

You meet a man when you mess with his family. And Pablo Escobar was capable of hatred, revenge and terror.

How could he not directly attack the Cali Cartel, after attacking his family. He attacked the legitimate business of the Cartel. Gilberto Rodrigues was smart, and used a network of pharmacies to launder the money from the traffic. Escoba the buildings sending whoever was nearby into the air. There were dozens of explosions around the city.

People were terrified. He was sending a direct message to the government. If we continued to ignore the actions of Los Pepes. We would suffer the consequences.

Terror attracts terror. And Los Pepes responded accordingly.

What was the purpose of all that? It was hell on earth.

Javier pulled the chair to sit at the usual table that Don Berna used, in the same cafeteria they were in.

"I won't collaborate with you anymore," he murmured.

"Didn't you like something we did?"

"From the killing of innocent civilians, to begin with"

"I don't decide whether they are innocent or guilty, that's for the priests, right?"

Javier leans over the table.

"The Castaños are getting more and more crazy. That wasn't the plan"

"But it's working"

"Not if I stop giving you information"

"Your girlfriend doesn't want to help us anymore, is that it?"

Javier hit the table.

"She has nothing to do with it, she never participated in anything"

"I can talk to her if that's the case"

Javier got up, pointing the indicator to Don Berna.

"Don't go near her! Stay away from her. Can you hear me?"

"All right Peña, let's do the following..."

Javier knew you were right from the beginning. But seeing his co-workers being punished, and dying because of Pablo Escobar, and nothing happened, left him blind for revenge.

He wanted Pablo to pay. That justice be done by him, or by whoever was willing to fight against drug trafficking. And unfortunately it happened to be just the man who kidnapped you.

Javier went there with his mind made up. It had to end. He couldn't risk losing you, now that he had finally found you. Now that he knew you could only be his. There would be no room for anything else if it weren't for you.

But Don Berna was quick.

"I don't agree with the Castaño methods, but Pablo's men are hidden like rats. They're scared. Including Pablo's lawyer, my men attacked him with an automatic machine gun, and these kids didn't hit any shots, can you believe it? I need you to help me find him, so Pablo doesn't have a spokesperson. And we're done with that, you help me and I guarantee your girlfriend will be safe."

It would be the last thing he would do. And then he'd be out.

Javier asked Edward through Central Spike to track down Fernando Duque, Pablo's lawyer.

Edward requested the requirements, but Javier passed over you, the authorizations of Messina and the Ambassador.

Pablo's family tried to leave the country. The government couldn't stop them from leaving. But Pablo had a bad past with the airline. When he blew up a plane in the air in the past. And the company made sure everyone knew that the family was trying to take off.

You had to go to Bogotá urgently. A meeting was called with the president of Colombia, ambassador Crosby and Messina.

The president reported that Escobar bought 8 tickets to different places in the world on behalf of the family.

"We need to keep them in Colombia," Crosby said.

Legally there was no way to prevent them from leaving the country. But with the right support, they would not be accepted in other countries.

Your job was to contact all eight possible destinations of the family, and negotiate requesting support so that the family would not disembark. With the family in Colombia, Escobar would have to be cautious, and this was an asset that you could not lose.

You called the DEA agents, and prayed that Javier wouldn't answer.

With all this turmoil, you didn't have time to think much about things with Javier. And you were deeply grateful for the massive amount of work occupying you to be disturbed by the affective memories of the last night they had together.

The worst thing was that Javier's smell was still on your bed, on your pillows, on your sheets. It was difficult when you were so submerged in the deep sea that it was Javier Peña, and everything he caused in your body. At the same time, he was the person who supported and incited by giving the information to a group of vigilante assassins, in partnership with a cartel that kidnapped you and made you wish death, to continue living in the conditions in which you stayed for days.

Murphy answered the phone.

Thank God.

"I need you to get your passport and go to the airport. Escobar's family will try to leave the country, and I need you to follow them, wherever they go."

"Yes, when?"

"Now."

Javier was worried about studying the tension of his partner's body. He knew you were in Bogotá, it was already a nuisance not to have you where his eyes reached, and seeing the way Murphy looked, anxiety took over his body.

"And, Murphy?"

"Yes?"

"Don't tell anyone. Anyone. Did you hear me? Nobody. Do you understand?"

Yes. Murphy understood. He couldn't even talk to his own partner. Since he was an informant. And it wasn't more reliable.

"Who was it?" Javier asked.

Murphy said your name, as he reached for the coat to go out, and picked up his passport in the drawer.

"Where are you going?"

" Out" Murphy was already going up the stairs.

"With your passport?"

"Yes"

"Are you just going to say that?"

"Yes"

And he disappeared.

TAG: @harriedandharassed

[girlinwaytoomanyfandoms]

Hello! I write fanfiction. Typically Character X Reader, but I will be willing to try Character x Character.

Requests Are: CLOSED

Below Is Information On

Link to Masterlists

Link to Works In Progress

What fandoms and characters I write for

Masterlists

MCU/ Marvel Cinematic Universe Masterlist:

Twilight Masterlist:

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Stranger Things Masterlist:

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Harry Potter Masterlist:

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Anne With An E Masterlist:

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Works In Progress

What Fandoms I Write For & Which Characters

It’s easier for me to write for characters I like versus ones I do not. It is also easier for me to write romantic stories for characters I personally fancy/like.

If the character that you want isn’t there, I’m not doing a certain type of request for them, etc. You can still ask, but please be nice about it if I say I won’t write it.

Characters that are minors/under 18 will NOT be shipped with readers who are over the age of 18. If a character ages throughout (example: Harry Potter) specify which age you want that character. Honestly please, please, PLEASE specify in general!

Marvel Cinematic Universe

1940s

40s Steven “Steve” Rodgers (Pre Serum)

40s Steven “Steve” Rodgers (Post Serum)

40s James “Bucky” Barnes

40s Margaret “Peggy” Carter

40s Howard Stark

Avengers & Family

Anthony “Tony” Stark/Iron Man

Steven “Steve” Rodgers

Natalia “Nat” Romanoff

Clinton “Clint” Barton

Wanda Maximoff

Pietro Maximoff

Samuel “Sam” Wilson

James “Bucky” Barnes

Kate Bishop

Yelena Belova

Lila Barton

Cassie Lang (Child)

Extras

TASM Peter Parker

TASM Gwen Stacey

Top Three Favorite Character Combos

Samuel “Sam” Wilson & James “Bucky” Barnes

Natalia “Nat” Romanoff & Clinton “Clint” Barton

Steve Rodgers & Bucky Barnes

Twilight

Vampires

Carlisle Cullen

Esme Cullen

Alice Cullen

Emmett Cullen

Renesmee Cullen

Rosalie Hale

Jasper Whitlock/Hale

Bree Tanner

Wolves

Jacob Black

Seth Clearwater

Humans

Charlie Swan

Top Three Favorite Character Combos

Emmett Cullen & Rosalie Hale

Alice Cullen & Rosalie Hale

Alice Cullen & Emmett Cullen

The Santa Clause

The Elves

Bernard The Head Elf

Curtis The Elf

Judy The Elf

Abby The Elf

The Claus Family

Scott Calvin/Santa Claus

Carol Newman/Mrs. Claus

Buddy Calvin-Claus

Sandra Calvin-Claus

Extras

Charlie Calvin

Lucy Miller

Top Three Favorite Character Combos

Bernard The Head Elf & Curtis

Sandra Calvin-Claus & Bernard The Head Elf (What I Imagine Their Relationship Would Be Like)

Sandra Calvin-Claus & Lucy Miller (What I Imagine Their Relationship Would Be Like)

Five Nights at Freddy’s

The Afton Family

William Afton (Games)

Mrs. Afton

Michael Afton/Mike Schmidt (Games)

Michael Afton (Teen) (Games)

Elizabeth Afton

Crying Child

The Emily Family

Henry Emily

Charlotte “Charlie” Emily (Games)

Charlotte “Charlie” Emily (Books)

Sammy Emily

Missing Children’s Incident

Cassidy MCI

Susie MCI

Fritz MCI

Jeremy MCI

Gabriel MCI

Five Nights At Freddy’s One

Bonnie The Bunny

Chica The Chicken

Foxy The Pirate Fox

Five Nights At Freddy’s Two

Toy Freddy

Toy Bonnie

Toy Chica

Puppet

Mangle

Withered Bonnie

Withered Chica

Withered Foxy

Five Nights At Freddy’s Four

Nightmare Freddy

Nightmare Bonnie

Nightmare Chica

Nightmare Foxy

Nightmarionne

Nightmare Mangle

Nightmare Fredbear

Nightmare

Sister Location

Funtime Freddy

Bon Bon

Funtime Foxy

Circus Baby

Ballora

Bonnet

Lolbit

Pizzeria Simulator

Scrapbaby

L.E.F.T.E

Security Puppet

Helpy

Mr. Hippo

Happy Frog

Pigpatch

Security Breach

Glamrock Freddy Fazbear

Glamrock Chica

Roxanne Wolf

Montgomery Gator

Sundrop

Moondrop

Mini Music Man

DJ Music Man

Vanny

Vanessa (Games)

Gregory “Fazbear”

Ruin

Shattered Freddy

Shattered Chica

Shattered Roxy

Shattered Monty

Eclipse

Cassie

Five Nights At Freddy’s Movie

Mike Schmidt (Movie)

Vanessa (Movie)

Abby Schmidt

Garrett Schmidt

Fredbear’s Family Diner

Spring Bonnie

Fredbear

Springtrap

Golden Freddy

Golden Freddy

Extras

Glamrock Bonnie

Shattered Bonnie

Glamrock Foxy

Shattered Foxy

Top Three Favorite Character Combos

Michael Afton & Charlie Emily

Charlie Emily & Elizabeth Afton

Michael Afton & Crying Child (Especially With The GlamMike And GregBot Theories in mind)

Stranger Things

The Kids

Eleven/Jane Hopper

Max Mayfield

Mike Wheeler

Will Byers

Dustin Henderson

Lucas Sinclair

Erica Sinclair

The Teens/Young Adults

Steve Harrington

High School Steve

Robin Buckley

High School Robin

Adults

Jim Hopper

Joyce Byers

Top Three Favorite Character Combos

Eleven/Jane Hopper & Max Mayfield

Dustin Henderson & Steve Harrington

Steve Harrington & Robin Buckley

Harry Potter

Harry’s Year

Harry Potter

Hermione Granger

Ron Weasley

Neville Longbottom

Draco Malfoy

Below Harry’s Year

Ginny Weasley

Luna Lovegood

Above Harry’s Year

Fred Weasley

George Weasley

Teachers/Adults

Minerva Mcgonagall

Rubeus Hagrid

Severus Snape

Remus Lupin (Adult)

Sirius Black (Adult)

Molly Weasley

Marauders Era

Remus Lupins (Teen)

Sirius Black (Teen)

James Potter (Teen)

Top Three Favorite Character Combos

Luna Lovegood & Neville Longbottom

Ginny Weasley & Hermione Granger

Fred Weasley & George Weasley

The Hunger Games

District 12

Katniss Everdeen

Peeta Mellark

Primrose “Prim” Everdeen

District 11

Rue

District 7

Johanna Mason

District 4

Finnick Odair

Annie Cresta

Top Three Favorite Character Combos

Katniss Everdeen & Finnick Odair

Finnick Odair & Annie Cresta

Haymitch Abernathy & Effie Trinket

Anne With An E

The Kids

Anne Shirley

Ruby Gillis

Diana Berry

Ka’kwet

Tillie Boulter

Josie Pie

Jane Andrews

Minnie May Berry

Cole Mackenzie

Jerry Baynard

Gilbert Blythe

Moody Spurgeon

Billy Andrews

The Adults

Marilla Cuthbert

Matthew Cuthbert

Sebastian Lacroix

Top Three Favorite Character Combos

Anne Shirley & Jerry Baynard

Ruby Gillis & Anne Shirley

Anne Shirley & Diana Berry

Julie And The Phantoms

Julie Molina

Luke Patterson

Reginald “Reggie” Peters

Alex Mercer

Flynn Taylor

Top Three Favorite Character Combos

Julie Molina & Luke Patterson

Alex Mercer & Julie Molina

Luke Patterson & Alex Mercer

And a couple others

What I Will Write And Will NOT Write

What I Will Write

Angst

Fluff

Hurt/comfort

Platonic Relationships

Romantic Relationships

What I Will Not Write

Smut

Incest

Anything that I am uncomfortable with

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[johnthestitcher]

51 Naughty Christmas Jokes That Will Put You on Santa’s Naughty List

1. What do snowmen use to make snowbabies?

Snowballs, of course.

2. Why doesn’t Santa have kids of his own?

He only comes once a year, and it’s down the chimney.

3. What did Santa sing when he went down the chimney?

“Chestnuts roasting on an open fire…”

4. You know what’s so great about this time of year?

You can slam your laptop shut when your partner walks into the room, and you don’t get any disgusted looks.

5. Say your left leg is Thanksgiving, and your right leg is Christmas…

Can I visit between the holidays?

6. As I was paying the cashier for my Christmas tree, he asked, “Are you going to put that up yourself?”

I said, “No, I’m putting it up in the living room.”

7. Why are Christmas trees better than men?

Even the small ones give satisfaction.

8. Why does Santa always land on your roof?

Because he likes it on top.

9. Why was the snowman smiling?

He could see the snowblower coming down the street.

10. Why did Santa divorce Mrs. Claus?

He was obsessed with getting the cookie.

11. Is that a candy cane in your pocket?

Or are you just happy to see me?

12. Is your name Jingle Bells?

Cause you look ready to go all the way.

13. Wanna see the North Pole?

That’s what Mrs. Claus calls it…

14. What do you call Santa’s helpers?

Subordinate clauses.

15. What does Mrs. Claus get when she wears tight pants?

A mistletoe.

16. Why does Santa always have a full sack?

Because he only comes once a year!

17. What do all the female reindeer do when Santa takes the males out to guide his sleigh?

They go into town and blow a few bucks.

18. Dear Santa…

Define ‘good’.

19. Why did Santa send his daughter to college?

To keep her off the North Pole.

20. What’s the difference between a Christmas tree and Santa?

A Christmas tree will stay up for 12 nights, has cute balls, and looks good with the lights on.

21. Why does Santa Claus like to get naughty after coming down the chimney?

Because it soots him.

22. What happened when Mr. and Mrs. Claus got randy beneath the Christmas tree?

She came down with tinselitis!

23. Why was the elf having trouble with his libido?

He had low elf-esteem.

24. What’s the most disappointing thing for a lover on Christmas morning?

When they get a sweater, but they’re hoping for a screamer or a moaner.

25. The Santa at the shopping mall was quite surprised when he saw Martha, a woman in her mid-twenties, asking to sit on his lap. We all know Santa doesn’t usually take requests from adults, but she smiled at him very nicely, and he ended up asking her what she wanted for Christmas.

“Something for my mother, please,” she replied. “Something for your mother? That’s very loving and thoughtful of you,” smiled Santa. “What would you like me to bring her?” Emily answered quickly, “A son-in-law.”

26. Why does Santa always come through the chimney?

Because he knows better than to try the back door.

27. What does a man who had a vasectomy have in common with a Christmas tree?

Their balls are both decorative.

28. Why is Christmas like an orgasm?

The closer it gets, the louder you get about its arrival.

29. What do you call a sex toy on a Christmas tree?

A d*ckoration.

30. A wife walked in on her husband putting on a condom. “What are you doing?” she asked.

He replied, “Wrapping your Christmas present!”

31. What did Miss Piggy give Kermit for Christmas?

A ham-job.

32. What do you call a Christmas sex toy drive?

Toys for Thoughts.

33. How would a sportscaster describe Frosty the Snowman’s lovemaking?

“Thumpity-thump-thump, thumpity-thump-thump, look at Frosty go!”

34. What happened when the Grinch tried Viagra?

He grew three sizes that day.

35. How does Santa practice safe sex?

He always wraps his package before shoving it down the chimney.

36. Why do elves laugh when they run?

Because the snow tickles their balls.

37. Why does Mrs. Claus always pray for a white Christmas?

Cause she’s married to a guy who comes once a year.

38. What do you call a penis wearing a Santa hat?

Jolly Old Saint D*ck.

39. What makes Christmas such a great partner to Thanksgiving?

Christmas always comes after Thanksgiving.

40. Why does Santa’s crotch make noise when he walks?

He has jingle balls.

41. How can you tell if Santa and Mrs. Claus have been, ahem, passionate?

He has Claus marks on his back.

42. What does Santa say when he reaches climax?

“Oh, oh, OH!”

43. What do you call a crotchety old man who gets down with three ghosts on Christmas Eve?

Ebenezer Screws.

44. Why does Mrs. Claus wish Santa Claus was like a stocking?

Because stockings are hung.

45. What’s more fun than a kiss under the mistletoe?

Unwrapping your package under the Christmas tree.

46. Who’s the friskiest reindeer?

Vixen.

47. How does Mrs. Claus make Santa feel better after a long night carrying so many heavy gifts?

She empties his sack.

48. Why did Frosty put his magic hat over his crotch?

He wanted it to come to life.

49. What do a train set and boobs have in common?

They were both made for kids, but dads can’t resist playing with them.

50. What do you call a penis too big to fit in a sock?

A stocking stuffer.

51. Why does Mrs. Claus call her lap the chimney?

So Santa will go down.

[keroradio]

Part 2 is here, despite the ridiculousness I had to go through to post it; tumblr's maximum file size is 10MB, which is why the CD dramas have had to be split into 2 parts so they'd be small enough to fit. I had tried separating it in a more natural feeling spot, which left this part too long, then tried separating the helves right near the mid point, which made this half exactly 10MB, and the website still said it was too big.

Ultimately I fixed things by cutting a few seconds from a long pause, which brought it just under the limit.

Hopefully the next batch of audio dramas will be easier (^.^')

Also part 1 has gotten a lot of activity (-^.^-) I'm really glad, these audio dramas take a long time to translate, so it's wonderful to see that people are enjoying them

Thank you so much everyone! I hope you enjoy part 2

723: Watch out, stupid frog!

FYK: Sergeant! Wow, it really is red & slimy!

MMK: It really is, Fuyuki-kun

Moa: Uncle! That being isn't Santa Claus, it's a Satan Claws!

Keronians: What!~

G66: A Satan Claws?

K66: A Satan Claws is, uh...They're called the most brutal planet destroyers

SC: Butt-fire-cracker~

K66: Gya~!

KYK: Please calm yourselves, you mustn't provoke him

723: Maybe he'll calm down if we say something that catches his interest

K66: U-understood, yes ma'am. I'll use my small talk here; What's your favourite Gunpla make?

SC: Butt-fire-cracker~

K66: Iya~!

G66: Move aside! He's a fellow space ruffian, with my lethal technique of battle talk-

723: Do your best, Giororo!

G66: Oh....About the recent trend in booby traps-

SC: Butt-fire-cracker~

K66 & G66: Agh~!

TMM: Leave this to my gourmet talk!

MMK: Tama-Chan~! Do your best!

TMM: About the really delicious cola with 350 times the usual calories and tons of extra sugar they've started selling-

SC: Butt-fire-cracker~

TMM: That was no good

K66: Gero~!

966: Ku Ku, well, in that case how about this? Bootleg DVD, no cut, no trimming version "Natsumi Hinata: 24 hours closely following her secret day off"

723: Wait, just when was that-

SC: Butt-fire-cracker~

(screaming)

966: Ku ku ku

723 & G66: Give me that DVD!

D66: So the radio listeners don't miss anything, here I will share a special funny story to cause a roar of laughter.

K66: Do-Dororo, you-

D66: No need to worry! It's fine. I don't want a Mr Santa like this

(Others cheer awkwardly)

D66: I don't want a Mr Santa like this, I want a Santa that lets us choose our present from amongst three

K66: Santa Choose... (San=3, taku=counter for options, rosu=offering, to be exact)

D66: Aaa....

SC: Butt-fire-cracker~

K66: It was no good after all!~

TMM: If what we want to hear missed the mark of what we what we should say, what should we say to make him want to listen?

FYK: Will the Earth be destroyed?

MMK: I don't want that

UMMK: Even though I still haven't done this thing, or that thing!

K66: It can't be helped, if it's come to this, I'll try again

Moa: Uncle! Please do your best! You could say it's the second act?

G66: Is it alright, leaving it to him?

K66: Things like this also happen, when you find yourself trapped, all of the sudden you get it, it seems useful

N: Keroro, carries the fate of the Earth and puts everything one the line with a one hit knock out gag

K66: I don't want a Mr Santa like this, I want a Santa that searches far & wide in Minato

(Everyone reacts with confusion)

K66: Santa, what is that punch line?

SC: Butt-fire-cracker!

K66: Gero~!

FYK: That was no good Sergeant, nobody could understand the joke

K66: Harsh~!

N: Sergeant Keroro, at that moment when he was sent flying by an even more dated gag, a transmission from the space ship in the upper atmosphere was picked up by Kururu's communicator

966: We have a communication coming in from the Satan Claws mother ship

MMK: The Satan Claws have begun to take action?

KYK: No doubt

FYK: It's the end of the Earth?

723: Stupid frog, do something! You must have brought this!

K66: Well, even you say that-

966: Wait, I'm decoding the message Ku ku ku, analysis complete

Moa: I'll read it! It's nearly time to assemble, so you're not left behind, please return quickly to the space ship

K66: Gero? Time to assemble?

966: Apparently, they're not here to destroy Pekopon, it's looks like they came to do sightseeing on Pekopon. Ku ku ku ku ku

Moa: You could say, on vacation?

SC: Butt-fire-cracker~

(explosion, Keroro screams)

K66: then what's this "Butt-fire-cracker~" about?

966: I'll apply a translator to it

723: You should have used that from the start

966: Pochito

SC: Do you have a toilet?

Everyone: Ah....

K66: Really, he had us rattled

723: Because his voice is so loud

TMM: Ah, Mr. Satan Claws left the bathroom

SC: Butt-straw~

K66: Aaah~! Kururu, translator, translator!

966: Pochito

SC: My gratitude for letting me use your toilet

FYK: He's taking something out of his bag

TMM: It must be a present!

SC: Butt-drill~!

K66: Hiee! Hiee! Translate! Translate!

966: Pochito

SC: To show my gratitude for letting me use your toilet!

K66: How fortunate, yes sir

N: Thus, after Satan Claws conveyed his gratitude, he very politely left to return to the ship

K66: Our guest Mr Santa Claus was a really great guy, yes sir

723: That's Satan Claws

Moa: You could say, gathering of truths?

723: Let's hurry & open our thank you present

FYK: Could it be toys using amazing alien technology?

TMM: It could be amazing space sweets

MMK: Could it be tickets to something romantic?

UMMK: It's got me fired up!

K66: You'll jinx it

(unwrapping box)

K66: Th-this is!

723: What is it?

MMK: Is it romantic?

K66: It's a Tokyo tower ornament, yes sir

G66: He bought it on the trip

723: Moreover, there's an infinity calendar attached

Moa: You could say, a typical souvenir?

(bells ringing)

MMK: Oh my, could this be the sound of Christmas bells?

(static)

D66: Uh, this is Dororo, on top of the roof, good sir

K66: Oh! When did you?

D66: Can you hear me, good sir? This sound is the space ship's engine, good sir. It looks like a lot of Satan Claws are returning to the mother ship

Everyone: What?

723: Let's go see!

(Sounds of everyone leaving)

D66: No, if everyone doesn't come, I'll be stuck alone- No, wait, uh....

(Sounds of the ship taking off)

FYK: It really is! There are a lot of Satan Claws in the sky

723: Did thet many come to sight see on Earth?

MMK: They look just like the real Mr Santa, don't they?

KYK: Everone in town aren't noticing, are they?

G66: Because they activated the antibarrier

K66: Normal Pekoponians can't see them, yes sir

FYK: Could it be that the real Mr Santa also uses an antibarrier?

723: It could be

TMM: The spaceship's going home

KYK: Natsumi-san, look! Snow!

723: Ah! How pretty!

966: No, that's not snow, it's a residual product from the Satan Claus space ship

D66: It's really-

K66: A white Christmas, yes sir! Whatever it is, it's beautiful, yes sir

TMM: We avoided disaster and everything's OK

966: Ku~ ku ku ku ku

G66: Christams eve, huh? It's pretty nice

MMK: A Christmas with just the two of us, eventually, certainly....

K66: Well, we should head back to the studio, yes sir

Moa: You could say, shirking your duties?

723: Mutsumi-san from the studio?

623: What- On- On that note, did you enjoy tonight's "Mutsumi, my radio Christmas special? It was interrupted partway through by a slightly weird broadcast, but, well, wishing everyone a fantastic Christmas Eve

N: On Christmas morning, there was a Tokyo souvenir by the pillows that nobody else knew was from a Satan Claws who came to use the toilet one night

D66: Uh....I thought I was going to be the focus of the CD this time...

N: Huh? Is that so?

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1-I believe the specific term refers to an offering from a Buddhist ceremony that takes place shortly after the winter solstice

[imyourbratzdoll]

𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐞𝐫𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐬𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭

christmas masterlist

summary - mrs claus becomes jealous of a particular fairy that's gaining the attention of her elves. maybe tinkerbell should've stayed with peter pan.

warning - the death of a fairy, brutal, angst, jealousy.

the gif and header I use aren't mine, thanks for the ideas @georgiapeach30513 and @birdstooth

You didn’t know why, but the sound of their laughter and happiness caused by another woman caused your bones to crawl, a chill to run up your spine as a frown appeared on your face. You didn’t like it one bit. You didn’t even know how she got here, but the moment she did. She managed to grab all of the elves attention. They didn’t even notice you anymore, and they didn’t seem to care. 

You were so in your head that you didn’t notice Ari watching you, a large cup of coffee between his massive hands. Your hands clenched around the sponge in your hand, squeezing it so hard that soap explodes from it. A warm hand on your back causes you to jolt out of your trance and turn to face your handsome husband. “Why don’t you go in there, darling? They love you. You have to know that.” 

You shake your head, chewing on your bottom lip as your brows furrow. “They don’t want me to disturb them… She’s right for them, I guess… The same size… Pretty…” You don’t hear little footsteps entering the room or notice that they’ve stopped and are patiently waiting. A shrill giggle breaks you out of your trance again, causing you to turn and notice the elves are staring heart-eyed at the fairy hovering before them. Her eyes stare directly at you, acting all innocent as she smiles.

“The elves were telling me that you bake very well. I’m also known to bake extremely well! I would like to be the judge of your baking.” She bats her eyes, and it’s as if the elves don’t hear the bitchy tone. You grit your teeth, balling your fists as you feel the little green monster arising inside of you. Even Ari blinks in shock at how she speaks to you, wondering what the little men see in her.

Tinkerbell lands on the ground, giggling as all eight elves surround her, staring at her with wide loved eyes. Only Ari can see the pout on your lips, knowing full well how hurt you must feel as you really do love these elves. You swallow the lump in your throat as you turn toward the kitchen counter, and a plan forms as your eyes land on a book that you’ve asked Ari to please put away. 

The Art Of War. 

It was brilliant because it seemed as this whore of a fairy wanted a war, and she was going to get one, especially if she kept coming after your men. You slowly move toward the large book, carefully grabbing hold of it before turning toward the slut. You noticed that she had moved, no longer surrounded by the elves, but now standing before them, making little dance moves that you think were supposed to be sexy? You move closer, your grip tightening on the book as your heart pounds. And as you get close enough, you lick your lips, and the grip loosens, the book slipping from your hands and falling to the ground, getting closer and closer to the fairy. 

Splat.

Your eyes widen, holding back the small smile that wants to surface on your face. You slowly look up, your eyes landing on the shocked elves. Their eyes and mouths are wide open as they stare between you and the squashed fairy. You give a soft smile before shrugging. “Oops… I guess I slipped….” You watch as they step back, their little hands going up into the air as they surrender, not wanting to be squashed, either. You slowly turn around and notice Ari’s hands are in the air as he stares at you with a mix of fear and lust. “Maybe…” You look between both Ari and the elves. “This will teach you that if you don’t want this to happen to you, you won’t even look or give another woman your attention. Understand?”

As you look at them, hands still in the air as they rapidly nod. Your eyes move over to Ari’s as he does the same thing, still confused about why he’s now horny. You don’t even see Bucky through the window, eyes wide with wonder, hands in the air like the others, as he also nods. You smile again before turning and walking over to the doorway. You look at the men again, “Good, now clean up this mess.” And with that, you leave. 

Steve sadly looks after you before looking up at Ari with sad eyes. “Is Mrs Claus mad at us?... I don’t want her to be mad at us….” The other elves look at Steve like he’s insane, their brows furrowed as Ari clears his throat, still confused as to what actually happened.

“Um… I don’t know, buddy… I’m guessing you guys will have to do a lot of nice things from now on….” Ari looks down at the other men, “You really upset her.” 

All eight men pout, nodding their little heads before looking down at the ground. 

thank you for reading!

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[cuppimagines]

A Jolly Odd Christmas, 004- The Ram

Merry Christmas! This wasn't the chapter I wanted to premiere on December 25th, but I still hope you guys are ready for this series to come to an end a few days from now! This chapter is less nsfw than the last one, but there will be something to make up for that in the final chapter! Hope you had a very great Christmas, and I hope you enjoy!

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“Mr. Claus!!! Mr. Claus!!!” Clack was waving his hands around, with you on top of his shoulders to get his attention. Not hard, not only were both him and Ruffle important guard figures, but they easily towered over all the other elves. You seemed a bit embarrassed, meeting the actual Santa that you figured was just fake all this time, and you weren’t sure what to do once he started approaching, gently nudging the crowd out the way.

For his age, Mr. Claus was extremely handsome. The way his beard perfectly framed his face, the very sleek well dressed way he presented himself. He both seemed extremely approachable yet extremely high class. 

“What are two guards doing out here, having a little break yeah?” Mr. Claus asked. 

“Hello sir! Sorta kinda,” Ruffle answered. “We’re so glad we ran into you. I dunno if the folks back at the factory gave you the news, but we have a bit of an issue that only you could help with.” He pointed up to you, who at this moment, was an elf with that hat on. 

“Is it okay if we talk somewhere private?” Clack asked. Mr. Claus looked at the crowd, and then back to the two guards with a nod.

“I’ll clear them out for you, sir,” Ruffle gave him a salute, before going back to work bot mode, face seeming a bit more stern as he gently ushered the elves away from Mr. Claus. 

“Everyone clear the way, give him some space,” he demanded of the crowd, and to that, they dispersed away from you all. Clack put you down, right in front of Mr. Claus. Oh wow…even at your current height, you could tell, this was a tall, tall man. You backed up a little, just so you could look him in the eye and you were actually…maybe just a little bit intimidating seeing him in the flesh.

“Oh you seem scared, don’t be buddy, I won’t bite,” Mr. Claus chuckled, leaning down to get a better look at you. “Now who is this one, boys?”

“Well sir, this is the uh…” Clack leaned in close to Mr. Claus to whisper in his ear. “This is the human that came here…we dunno how they did, but you’re the only person with the power to take them back…so we were going to your home to request that.” Mr. Claus raised an eyebrow, looking down at you incredulously.

“Doesn’t look too much like a human, too short, ears too pointy…”

“It’s the hat, it keeps them an elf,” Ruffle said, patting the top of your head. “Trust us, we came directly from the main office, and Mr. Cedar wouldn’t bother you with matters up there unless they were serious.”

“Please, it’s a pretty decent ways away from Christmas, people are probably worried sick about me,” you pleaded. “I wanna go home, I don’t want the people I love to be worried about me around the holidays.” Mr. Claus sighed, a soft smile appearing on his face, and he knelt down to get closer to your height. 

“Alrighty then, I have just what you need, we can’t have that after all,” he smiled. “I was just having a leisurely walk out there, so I can’t exactly get you back home quick, least not with a little bit of…” he snapped his fingers, and a lovely swirl of red and white appeared starting at his feet, before blowing slowly up his body and poofing away.

“Magical assistance.” He could see the sparkle in your eyes at that rather minor show of magic, and that made the old man’s grin even wider and sweeter. 

“You boys did a great job, I’ll take it from here, you go back to the factory, things are busy back there after all.”

“Yes sir!!” Clack and Ruffle both said in unison. “Buh bye! Good luck going back home!” Clack gave your head a pay, followed by Ruffle, and you couldn’t help but smile and blush. They were good fellas, pleasant if a little bit quirky. They both waved goodbye at you as they went back in the sled, and with that, you saw them vanish off into the city streets. While you waved a final goodbye once they vanished, you felt Mr. Claus’s large, warm arm wrap around your shoulders. You nearly jumped out of your skin, flinching in surprise, which only got a chuckle out of him.

“I hope you’ve been treated well so far,” he said. “I know these are less than ideal circumstances, but I’m nothing if not helpful.” Mr. Claus gently patted the small of your back to guide you down the block. 

“Tell me, how did you end up here in the first place?”

“Me?” you looked up at him. “From what Mr. Cedar told me, someone's wishlist, well actually, my boyfriend’s wishlist, sent me here. Since they can’t exactly clone a person, I guess some sorta glitchy Christmas magic brought me here. I dunno, but long story short, I dunno why my ex would even want me back, and I wanna go home.”

“This ex…why did he break up with you?”

“It’s…weird to be honest. He just said he didn’t feel very dominant in the relationship and wanted that feeling, and so he moved on to another person a month after we broke up. I’m not exactly broken up about it anymore, but I didn’t realize he was. It’s been a while…”

“Quite the reason, but I would be broken up too if I left someone as cute as you were.” You were in a bit of disbelief of what you just heard. Being called cute by Mr. Claus of all people…

“You think I’m…” you were so focused on talking your feelings out that you didn’t realize where you were. The lights of the city were a bit further away, and the two of you seemed to be walking through a park path, following stones that got smaller and more scattered, further away from many folks. 

“Is this really the path back? You told me you were going to uh…” you waved your fingers. “Magic us back to your place.”

“Oh I am…I most certainly am…” Mr. Claus chuckled. A less warm chuckle than before. Something more sinister. You felt something off about that…your eyebrow furrowed and you backed up away from Mr. Claus. 

“Um…sir…” you muttered. “Let’s take a path through the main city instead…I’d feel more comfortable like that…”

“No no no, This is the quickest way back,” Mr. Claus grabbed your hat, taking it off your head. At that, you poofed back to your normal size, and you saw the grin on Mr. Claus’s face widened even more with glee.

“Oh perfect…quite perfect…” he purred. Something definitely felt off now, and you immediately took off into a sprint. Before you could even go very far, you were tripped, falling flat on your face in the snow, and being dragged back by some twisted gnarled black vine. 

“I worked too bloody hard to bring you here just to run away again!” Mr. Claus’s voice sounded…much, much different. A more gravelly, deep cockney accent. “Since those idiots couldn’t get you back to me, I have no choice but to take you myself!” While trying to claw your way out of the grip of the vine, you saw a rock drag past you. Quickly, you grabbed it before it got too far away from your grasp, and with that, chucked the rock dead center at “Mr. Claus's” nose. You glanced up at him, and along with some blood, it was like a layer of makeup was peeled off, revealing ash gray skin underneath.

“Oh honey…” with a firm YANK, you were forced right up to this man, and lifted up by your shirt collar. “Naughty naughty naughty, throwing that stone at me! Think that’s about 3, maybe 4 whacks when we get back home!” As you struggled to get out of his grip, you saw the disguise that was Mr. Claus slowly fade away. He grew a foot in height, his skin completely turning gray, and long, goat-like horns sprouting from his head. The very sleek suit faded, instead there was an unkempt tank top, sweats, a gnarled looking straw basket, and a black fur coat that looked fancier than anything he was wearing. He was also incredibly hairy, with coarse black body hair all on his arms and poking out from his massive, burly chest. The large belly faded, and muscle only grew larger and more defined, leaving the physique of a bodybuilder, and the frightening yellow-eyed gaze of a demon. You glared at him in pure terror, and the more you saw of him the more you tried to struggle away, but he had a tough grip on you. 

“K…Krampus…?” you meekly whispered

“Oh, so you do recognize me~!” the large man purred. “I thought that old man had scrubbed everything about me from the public eye, but I guess not. You’re coming with me!” Hearing that, you tried your best to kick and thrash out of his powerful grip, and you even managed to land a firm kick right at the center of his chest, but that barely even made him flinch. All that got out of him was an amused chuckle. 

“No use trying to get free, I may be rusty, but I’ve been doing this sorta shit since the black plague was still a hot topic,” Krampus, like you weighed nothing, tossed you over his shoulder, and with an impressive precision, you landed in the basket. You thought you had a chance to crawl out, but the basket snapped shut, and try as you might, banging on what seemed to just be plain delicate straw did absolutely nothing. 

“No…no no no!!!” You cried out, continuing to bang and thrash to get out the basket. Great, this is the third time you were forced into a container, and this really might be your last time. You were so close…this was your chance to go back home, but now you weren’t sure if you’d ever be heard from again…! It seemed to be a weird hammerspace, you couldn’t hear anything or feel any movement, so you weren’t sure where you were going, so after several long, frustrating minutes of beating and thrashing at the basket, all you could do was eventually just…slump into the basket. And you could feel tears welling up in your eyes, struggling did nothing, pleading to be let go did nothing, so all you could really do now was just…cry. 

You weren’t sure how long it was, but as you burst into tears, suddenly the basket opened up, and you were yanked by your collar out of the basket. Krampus had pulled you out, an excited and happy grin on his face, but his expression immediately dropped when he saw you sobbing and hiccuping. You didn’t expect this but…he seemed nervous seeing you cry.

“Ah shit…I didn’t think this far…” he let go of you, and once he did, you grabbed him by the horns, drawing a fist back to punch him RIGHT in the nose, where you saw you scarred him. It didn’t seem to hurt him, but it caught him off guard, and he covered his face in shock.

“Let me go!! Let me out of this fuckin place right now!!” you yelled at him, pulling yourself out the straw basket. Krampus heard that, and the sympathy was replaced with rage as he went and grabbed you, tackling you to the ground with ease given his size.

“Absolutely fuckin not!! It took a lotta work to get you here!!” he roared. “If I let you go I can’t ever fuckin do this again!!” 

“I don’t wanna die here! I have people who love me, I don’t wanna be eaten!!” you yelled, thrashing and trying to grab onto anything you could to pull yourself out from under him. Krampus grabbed your wrists, pinning them to your side and looking down at you. He seemed exhausted, miffed, and you could feel him become damp with sweat. 

“I’m not gonna fucking eat you!! I ain’t killing ya!” he grunted. “I gave the specific request that you were sent to me alive and unharmed!!” You stopped struggling, and paused. You were baffled, looking back up at him with an expression of pure befuddlement. 

“Wha- well, why am I here?” you asked. “And can you get off of me?”

“Will you run or try to hit me if I do?”

“No, I will not, I promise.” Krampus looked a bit doubtful, but nonetheless, slowly let off of you. Looking around, you took the brief time to examine the room you were in. It was a smoking room…sort of. It looked…nicer than you had thought it would. Albeit, the couch nearby was covered with claw marks, and the coffee table had a few too many empty bottles of booze strewn about, but it was still a lot nicer than expected. 

“Now then…” you took a deep breath. “Tell me why you brought me here. Actually…tell me how you brought me here too!”

“That’s a lotta shit that’s gonna take a while for ya to hear, but if you want the short version-”

“I don’t.”

“-Is that…I miss humans, frankly, problem is to even interact with another human means I gotta agree with that stuffy old fuck’s new rules, and I refuse to just give out fuckin coal for the rest of my miserable existance.”

“Don’t you eat people?” you stood up, moving to sit on the couch. “Those two guys that almost kidnapped me were talking about seeing how I taste or some shit like that.”

“Yeah yeah, but I paid em so they WOULDN’T, those boys aunty would have you boiling in the cauldron before you even screamed, she’s quite the lady,” Krampus went to check one of the bottles on the coffee table, to see if any bottle had at least some liquid in it. 

“Alright then, you miss humans, big whoop, why am I here then?” you scooted away from Krampus once he sat down on the couch.

“I’m lonely, yes I am the boss of an entire gang of yuletide freaks like myself, but…” he took a sip of rum. “I wanted someone who wasn’t used to this life. Someone new who was impressed with the magic of this realm, cause frankly it has gotten boring around here in the past couple hundred years, and I miss a lotta the weirdness of Earth. I miss how cute humans were, cause I don’t just EAT people.” Krampus put the bottle down, leaning back on the couch and reaching his arm across it. 

“I remember all those fancy lil parades, being able to blend in amongst the folks in costumes who would scare people for fun, give me booze and meat, and hell, I remember a dame or two coming up to me all starry eyed and bubbly asking me for a night behind her father’s shed. Heh…the sex was always good…” He looked down at you, a coy grin on his face, and you just scowled and looked the other way.

“So what, I’m here just to help you remember the good ole days?” you asked. “I’m not some stray cat you found on the side of the road starving and sick. Did you really expect me to just be okay with abandoning everything I have back on earth just to what? Be your arm candy? No!” You were raising your voice, probably a mistake, but you didn’t care at this point. You were mad! This was all this guy’s fault after all!

“Oh c'mon baby, I’m not as big as ole Saint Nick over there, but I can show you a pretty decent life of luxury! We got some good stuff ‘round here after all! Way more exciting than that stuffy ole capital city!”

“I said NO!” you stood up, turning your back to Krampus. “I don’t wanna date you I don’t wanna be here I don’t wanna even look at you!” Krampus rubbed his temples, but let out a deep breath.

“Okay…I’ll play nice, I’ll play nice I promise,” he said. “The night’s still young…I still have a chance at this…” Krampus began to pace the room, and you just sighed and rolled your eyes. 

“Your patience is pretty short for a guy whose time I shouldn’t even bother to entertain,” you snapped. “This is ridiculous, just take me back-”

“You are NOT going back,” Krampus growled, approaching you with a snarl on his face. “If you do, that old fuck will find out and take you back! And then I’ll be in deeper shit than I have been the past…I don’t fucking know how long!” You looked curious at that. You sensed from what Jack said prior, something was up. And you were almost curious. Maybe if you got to the bottom of this, there was a slim, slim chance Krampus would let you go and you could head home. 

“Could you explain this so-called…deeper shit?” you asked. Krampus’s expression softened, and he let out an exhausted sigh. 

“Oh god…where do I even start? This’ll be a long story, so how about I ask for some refreshments while you’re here?” You just nodded with a shrug, and Krampus went to grab an old rotary phone nearby. He dialed a number, sitting there tapping his foot and waiting for a response. 

“Hey…my uh, my ‘guest’ is here, could you get me some things? Guess the usual is good for now, don’t keep me waiting, all that fuckin magic starved me, I’m practically skin and bones over here! Alrighty…see ya.” He hung up, turning to you with his clawed hands clasped together.

“While we wait, I can give a lil preamble,” he said. “I haven’t had a new face to complain about this in so long, maybe it’ll help let out a few more…frustrations.” Krampus sat back down on the sofa, and you reluctantly joined him. Alright, now that you were hearing him out, he seemed a bit softer. That was good…

“At the end of the day, we’re all just spirits of the winter and cold, what you humans might call fae even,” he started. “Play some of our little games, and if you don’t comply or fuck up, we take something of yours, but if you succeed, we give you something in return. In this case, or in the cases you’ve probably heard of, good behavior around the winter time rewards you with little gifts. Nothing big or fancy like the kids these days are getting. Usually it was dried fruit, a doll, some cream, maybe a scarf or two if they were good enough. Kiddies were happier with that stuff back then than now. I know for a fact if you were a kid and got a scarf, you’d be a grumpy little sunovabitch for the rest of that year.”

“I mean uh, not rea-”

“Don’t try to lie to me to look humble, baby, kids can be spoiled. Anyhow…” Krampus pulled out a cigar, grabbing a lighter from the messy coffee table to light it. 

“Lotta us made a name for ourselves. Ever heard of the Yule Lads? The Yule Cat? Hans Trapp?”

“Can’t really…say I have…”

“I mean, yeah that’s fair, you wouldn’t know our names unless you’re from the places we were a lot more popular in. And even then, in those places for most, we’re simply a fairytale, nothing like the Titans we once were. Back then we could freely hop between this realm and earth whenever we pleased…but to be honest, we greatly preferred coming around when the weather was cold in parts of the world. And ole Saint Nick wasn’t the boss he was today, he was just like us…just as much as a tricky, prank pullin’ sheep stealing motherfucker like the rest of us, if a li nicer…” There was a knock at the door, and Krampus waved his free hand over at it.

“Eh…come on in!” he called out. Coming in was an elf, just like many of the other elves you’ve seen in the city prior. This one just wasn’t dressed in the bright colorful reds, greens, and whites of the others, and he certainly didn’t look like one of those two weird dwarves who took you. He was wheeling in a tray of food…mostly two big plates of very rare steak, and a bottle of whiskey, as well as a glass of water.

“Here ya are boss,” the elf said, making room on the coffee table to place it all there. You looked down at the meal, nervous to even eat it while the elf left with the cart and empty booze bottles.

“Uh…what type of meat is this…?” you asked.

“Elk, what do you think, I go around eating just whatever type of meat?” Krampus stabbed through the entire steak and started tearing at it like a hyena tearing apart meat. 

“You do eat kid-”

“DID eat kids. Haven’t had one in a couple hundred years. And to be frank after that long without one I dunno if I’ll even go back. Too much hassle, which is how all this shirt started to begin with.”

“Yeah, that’s what I wanted to ask,” you took a sip of water. “What changed all this? What was the ultimate falling out?”

“Well…to be honest…” Krampus swallowed the entire steak in a few bites, and that made you cringe a little bit. “He’s always kept it vague these years. But…” Krampus leaned back, sighing a bit.

“Something makes me think he lost something. Dunno what, but I remember seeing him one December, poor fella was grieving nonstop for some reason, and he never, ever told me why. To be honest, that kinda fuckin hurt…we’ve bee friends for god knows how long, and now all of a sudden he’s keeping secrets from me, and next thing I know, folks can’t ever return to earth except for ONE day of the ENTIRE year and only to give presents to a buncha spoiled saps who throw tantrums if they don’t get a third game console.” You didn’t want to…you really didn’t want to feel pity for this man, but he was being honest with you. He was being rather vulnerable around someone he, for the most part, just met in person. Seems this has been on his mind for a long…long time.

“Man, I’m sorry, dunno what to say to that..” you mumbled. “But I’m sure he has a good reason. Other than uh…eating people is bad, but still.”

“I don’t need advice, you’re not some therapist or some shit,” he said. “But I hate that jolly red and white bastard, even though I don’t want to…but he overstepped things. He grew more and more powerful, and he became more and more popular than all of us, and he took advantage of that shit, and everyone who didn’t agree to his fuckin rule has just been on the fringe growing bitter and shit.” You sat there in silence, listening to him vent. You tried not to let any sympathy bubble up inside you, but now it was starting to get harder.

“When’s the last time you uh…talked to him? Face to face?”

“Pfft! Like I’m gonna do that!” he raised his arms in the air. “He’s the asshole who did a complete 180 without telling anybody!! He should come to ME to apologize! I want that big bellied bastard to grovel at my goddamn feet! And then…!” He stood up from the couch, chest puffed out. “Ohhhh and then I’d only forgive that fucking idiot if he let me give him several fuckin lashings across that way too big ass of his!” His back was turned to you, and seeing what you saw at your height, that last comment forced you to cover up a chuckle.

“Something, something stones at glass houses…” you muttered. 

“What was that?” he turned around. 

“Nothing-! I mean uh…well…don’t you guys live a long time? Isn’t just avoiding talking about the issue going to make things worse?”

“He should do it first so I don’t hafta,” Krampus took a big, big swig straight from the bottle of whiskey. “Stupid bastard getting famous just because he gives a buncha snot nose brats lil toys…lotta them would be better off as meat pies and winter stew…” You felt like you were talking in circles with this guy. You wanted to talk him up a bit more, but you weren’t here to give him advice, you were here to soften the deal so that maybe, just maybe he could let his guard down and you could find some time to get out of here…you noticed how much he was drinking, he might have a pretty high alcohol tolerance, but he seemed like he loved his booze…so…

“Hey big guy, you seem tense,” you pat his bicep. Not overly friendly, but to make it seem like you were more casual. Oh wow, he actually had some pretty hard arms. “Could we get a few more drinks? I know when I have a rough day at work, a nice sip or two from the weird stuff in my cabinet helps.”

“Cheers to that,” Krampus took the bottle from his lips, with it being about half empty already. “I might get a few more bottles, I’ve been working hard all day to get you back here, I’ve earned it!” He went back over to the phone, dialing that same elf.

“Bring me up a buncha bottles of booze! Don’t matter what kind, I’m taking care of myself for the night to make up for those bozos fucking things up!”

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“And- and I’ll tell ya what- I fuckin- I think Gryla, that bitch, she’s- she’s a shit cook!” Krampus had his head in your lap, and all you could do was sit there, waiting for your moment while you forced yourself to listen to this guy’s rants. Oh when would this end…

“Bitch doesn’t season things, it’s all meat and water…!” he slurred. “And she has the gall to say I- that I’m a shit guest! Be a better fuckin chef then! 13 nephews- or 12 I think…and none…and none of them say shit to her…” You listened to him slowly drift off. He looked out of it, and you watched Krampus’s eyelids flutter close. 

“Well maybe they like her…uh…” you heard some REAL deep snoring. That fast huh. Even though you watched him down several bottles, it was only now that Krampus was hammered enough to fall asleep. Oh thank goodness, finally! You very, very, agonizingly slowly pushed his head out of your lap, letting it gently and slowly fall down on the couch. Yes! Freed! Just to be extra sure, you grabbed Krampus’s fur coat, and once you put it on, it was so big that it covered most of your features. Oh god, it had a bit of a musky odor to it. This thing might’ve needed a cleaning to get this man’s scent out…

Every step you took was a very careful, delicate path to getting out of here. You weren’t sure just how light or heavy a sleeper Krampus was, but messing around with that would mean you didn’t have time to leave. And this was your only way out. The door squeaky as all hell when you opened it, so you only opened it enough to squeeze your body through, and you didn’t bother to close it before silently walking down the hall. 

The looks of the hallways, it seemed like the den of some seedy 1920s mobsters. Everything was sleek, dark, and even the occasional scratch on the walls or floor seemed pretty fitting for this place. Looks like this guy lived in a manor, but it was seemingly smaller than Jack’s. And looking down the staircase, you saw the door right down there. This was easier than you thought. You had thought you’d see a servant or two walking by cleaning up, but so far nothing! 

You had a hunch, that this might’ve been way too easy, but you didn’t want to stay here a second longer, and this time you wanted to find a way out of this place. You were certain people were looking for you anyway. You had gotten down the staircase, trying to make as little noise as possible while going down the creaky staircase. It was so close, the exit was getting so, so close…!

You  had your hand on the door handle, prying it open, ready to sprint out of there, but then…

“You thought it’d be that easy, huh?”

Oh no…oh wait, he was awake?! You didn’t wanna turn around, you just grabbed the handle and tried to run out of there, but just as you were outside in the cold, snowy night air, you bumped into Krampus, who had materialized right in front of you as you were trying to leave. He yanked his coat off you, putting it back on, and glaring down at you, angry despite the wide grin on his face. 

“I was patient with you for long enough…!” he snarled. “I thought I was giving you a deal…! A nice comfy place to live, I could satisfy you as much as you want, and I ain’t that bad looking. But no…you’re being ungrateful, and I don’t wanna have to appease you! So if you’re not gonna accept my offer!” He grabbed you, picking you up off the ground. This time, you barely even struggled, as you were outright terrified as Krampus lost his patience. 

“I’ll take you to the boys and make you into a perfect little meat pie…!” Krampus was ready to pull you back inside, but both of you noticed the bright lights of someone riding up to the mansion. The gates opened, but it seemed more like they were forced opened from the way they SLAMMED. You saw a sled, pulled by several reindeer, and a man walked out of it. Krampus forced you to hide behind him, looking rather nervous as you saw Saint Nicholas…the REAL one hopefully, walk down the path of the mansion, with a stern, cold expression on his face. He looked to you behind Krampus, then he looked to Krampus, who had a much more nervous, sheepish grin on his face.

“Come with me,” he said. “Both of you. We need to have a talk.”

[tofueggnoodles]

Araiso Drama CD: Mister Santa

Summary: On Christmas Eve, Tokito and Kubota came across a lost girl on the street. Since her parents were too busy to fetch her, our heroes and the rest of the Executive Committee played baby-sitters for the night.

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Natsumi: Nat-chan’s Christmas Eve Date. **

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Salesclerk: Thank you very much for your patronage. Please come again.

(Sound of a door opening into a windy street.)

Tokito: It’s cold! Is it going to snow or something?

Kubota: If it snows today, it’s going to be a White Christmas tomorrow.

Tokito: Really, why must we be out shopping in this weather?

Kubota: Hmm, that’s because Katsuragi-chan has ordered us to organize a Christmas party for the student council.

Tokito: Why do girls like things such as parties, I wonder?

Kubota: Well, this is certainly better than two guys spending a lonesome Christmas Eve together, don’t you think?

Tokito: What is that supposed to mean? There are lots of ladies who’d like to spend Christmas Eve with me– Hey, what is it, Kubo-chan?

Kubota: Hah?

Tokito: There’s no need to pull at my clothes, is there? It’s not like I’m going to leave you alone and go off to play with other ladies. Would you please stop that, Kubo-chan? It’s embarrassing, you know.

Kubota: It’s not me.

Tokito: Hah?

Natsumi: Mister Santa!

Tokito: W–what?

Kubota: The one who’s pulling at your clothes is this young lady.

Natsumi: Mister Santa!

Tokito: Hah?

Kubota: Ah, you’re wearing a red jacket and carrying white shopping bags from the convenience store. That’s probably why you look like Santa Claus to her.

Tokito: Come on! Do you think an extremely handsome young man such as me could ever be mistaken for Santa Claus?

Kubota: To this young lady, handsome or not, you simply look like Santa Claus. Well, young miss, is there something you’d like from Santa? If it’s candies, we have lots.

Natsumi: Papa and Mama.... Nat-chan wants to eat cake with Papa and Mama.

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(Upbeat music plays in the background.)

Katsuragi: Eh? So you guys just brought her to the school here?

Tokito: We didn’t bring her along. She just followed us of her own accord.

Katsuragi: I wonder if she’s lost.

Kubota: I don’t know about that, but she’s become quite attached to us. Right, Nat-chan?

Natsumi: Nat-chan likes Mister Red Santa. She likes Mister Black Santa too.

Katsuragi: Black Santa?

Kubota: Ah, Tokito’s jacket is red, so he’s ‘Mister Red Santa.’

Katsuragi: And your jacket is black, so you’re ‘Mister Black Santa.’ Okay, I get it.

Kubota: So it seems.

Natsumi: Right!

Tokito: But, Nat-chan, you can’t really call someone in black clothes ‘Mister Santa,’ you know.

Natsumi: Is that so?

Tokito: Yes, that is so.

Katsuragi: What are you guys doing playing happy family there?

Kubota: Ah? Does it look like we’re playing happy family?

Katsuragi: (to herself) As expected, the night shift is bustling. ** (aloud, to Kubota and Tokito) This is not the time to be saying such things. What are you going to do if you’re mistaken for kidnappers? Can’t you find any proof of identification on her?

Tokito: Ah, she’s wearing a child's identification tag.

Katsuragi: (reading out loud) Ishibashi Natsumi. Her contact details are written here. Someone, lend me a cellphone.

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(Typical hustle and bustle of an office. The phone rings. Someone types on the keyboard.)

Man (answers a call): Yes, this is Warehouse Logistics. Eh? You’re looking for Ishibashi? Yes, I’ll get him to the phone. Mr. Ishibashi! Call for you on Line Three!

Ishibashi: Give me a moment. Put him on hold. I’ll take the call as soon as I can.

Ishibashi (returns to the conversation on his cellphone): I told you already! I’ve got to get the year-end financial report today. We’re in a rush here! ** There’s no way I’d be able to go home early.

Woman: I’m in a fix too. It’s tough to acquire new customers during the year-end rush. ** Besides, it’s your turn to make Natsumi’s dinner tonight.

Ishibashi: I can’t just leave the office and go home!

Woman: Anyhow, you should take on your share of childcare today. (ends the call)

Ishibashi: Good grief....

Man: Mr. Ishibashi! Call for you on Line Three!

Ishibashi: Got it. (picks up the phone) Hello, this is Ishibashi.

Kubota: Hello, are you Natsumi-chan’s father? We found your daughter on the street.

Ishibashi: (whispers to himself) Again?

Kubota: Hah?

Ishibashi: No, it’s nothing. I beg your pardon. Our daughter has this habit of sneaking out of the house during our absence. It’s really troubling. I’m tied up with work at the moment, so could I trouble you to leave her at the police box nearest to you?

Tokito: Leave her at the police box? She’s not some lost property, you know!

Ishibashi: W–what the heck are you saying?

Tokito: Listen, she’s your daughter, isn’t she? You should at least come home early on Christmas Eve.

Ishibashi: You can’t be serious. In this economic slump, there’s no such thing as Christmas. Besides, the reason we’re working hard in the first place is to raise our daughter. There’s no need for you two to preach at me on this matter!

Kubota: Ah, hello, he’s being loutish, so I’m taking over. I perfectly understood what you said. We’ll take care of Natsumi-chan.

Ishibashi: That’d be a great help. It’s at busy times like this that a child would cause some difficulty or another. It always makes you want to give up, doesn’t it?

Kubota: Indeed. But, once we’ve taken her into our care, who knows, we might sell her to a customer who’s into taking this sort of picture or shooting that sort of video. Bye. (ends the call)

Ishibashi: Hey, you! Hold on! Hey!

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Tokito: Is it okay to say such things?

Kubota: It got us to cool down a bit, didn’t it?

Katsuragi: Even so, it’s rare for Kubota to lose his temper like that, isn’t it?

Kubota: Hmm, one way or another, I guess I did lose my cool.

Natsumi: Hey, let’s play, Misters Santa! Miss Santa too.

Katsuragi: Miss Santa? Is that me?

Kubota: Everyone is Santa today. Right, Nat-chan?

Natsumi: Yeah!

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(Upbeat music plays. The party-goers, including Natsumi, are playing a game.)

Tokito: Kubo-chan, what are we going to about Nat-chan?

Kubota: It should still be fine, shouldn’t it? She appears to be having fun.

Tokito: That’s true, but....

Kubota: Staying home alone and eating cake by oneself while watching a lively show on the television – for a kid, that’s a lonesome way to spend Christmas.

Tokito: Is that how it is?

Kubota: Yeah, that’s how it is.

Tokito: Then, what about you, Kubo-chan?

Kubota: Hmm?

Tokito: I mean, er, Christmas Eve, how would you, er–

Kubota: What?

Tokito: Uh, forget it. It’s nothing.

Kubota: Hah?

(The music stops as the door slides open.)

Ishibashi: Natsumi!

Woman: Nat-chan!

Natsumi: Papa! Mama!

Katsuragi: Eh? Are these your parents?

Natsumi: Yeah.

Katsuragi: So you’ve managed to find your way here.

Ishibashi: The students here told us about you guys. They said they saw some members of the student council executive committee taking Natsumi with them to this place.

Tokito: As expected of popular guys like us.

Kubota: We didn’t do anything so please put your mind at ease.

Ishibashi: That’s obvious. Even if you’re just messing around, there’s a limit to everything!

Woman: Indeed. You should be thankful that we’ve not reported you to the police. Come, Natsumi, we’re going home. Papa and Mama still have to get back to work right after this.

Natsumi: I don’t wanna!

Woman: Natsumi!

Natsumi: I don’t wanna go home! I wanna stay here!

Ishibashi: That’s enough! We’re going home.

Natsumi: I don’t wanna!

Ishibashi: Why don’t you understand? It’s for your sake that my mother and I are working, you know!

Natsumi: No! Leave me alone! **

Kubota (puts up a hand to stop Ishibashi): Mr. Ishibashi, let’s just go along with her wish.

Ishibashi: What are you doing?

Kubota: Aren’t you two the ones who don’t understand?

Ishibashi: What?

Kubota: Do you know what Nat-chan asked Santa Claus for Christmas? It’s not toys or cakes, but the two of you.

Ishibashi: We two?

Kubota: What Nat-chan really wants is to spend Christmas with her beloved parents.

(Flashback begins.)

Natsumi: Nat-chan wants to eat cake with Papa and Mama.

(Flashback ends.)

Ishibashi: Natsumi....

Kubota: If you fail to realize even such a thing, you’ll end up raising a twisted human like us.

Ishibashi: We’re just–

Kubota: It’s not that I don’t understand your situation, but–

Natsumi: Stop!

Kubota: Nat-chan....

Natsumi: They’re Nat-chan’s Papa and Mama, so don’t bully them! You mustn’t bully Papa!

Ishibashi: Natsumi....

Natsumi: Don’t bully Papa....

Woman: Natsumi....

Natsumi: Don’t bully Mama....

Ishibashi: Forgive us, Natsumi. You must have felt lonely, right?

Woman: Forgive us for leaving you on your own all this time.

Ishibashi: Natsumi....

Natsumi: Papa!

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Katsuragi: All right, the food trays have been returned to their places. The student council Christmas party, too, has been a roaring success – well, I can’t really say that. Hey, what’s with the long faces, everyone? The place still needs to be tidied up, you know! Kubota-kun, Tokito! Are you making me tidy up by myself?

(Her voice fades into the wind.)

Tokito: I guess the rooftop’s not the place for sobering up. It’s really cold!

Kubota: Yeah.

Tokito: Nat-chan’s probably eating cake with her parents about now. Or, feeling tired from the merry-making, she could be sound asleep already by now.

Kubota: Whichever it is, it’s all good, isn’t it?

Tokito: Well, I’m glad things turned out the way they did.

Kubota: Me too.

Tokito: Say–

Kubota: Ah?

Tokito: Back to what I was saying a while ago–

Kubota: Hmm?

Tokito: Is there someone you wish to spend Christmas Eve with, Kubo-chan?

Kubota: Now that you mention it.... Well, for the time being, I guess that someone would be you, Tokito-kun.

Tokito: For the time being, you said? And to a world-famous idol such as this Tokito-sama too? For the time being?

Kubota: Yeah, yeah. I’m grateful for your companionship.

Tokito: You and your habit of lying!

Kubota: What a thing to say. Well, it might be futile at this time of the night, but why don’t we look for a cake or something?

Tokito: I’d rather have grilled chicken.

Kubota: That’s fine, but we’ll splitting the bill then.

Tokito: Why not treat me to a meal? It’s Christmas, after all!

Kubota: We should split the bill at least on Christmas.

Tokito: You’re splitting hairs. Ah–

Kubota: It’s snowing.

Tokito: Yeah, it’s snowing.

Kubota: It’s rather romantic like this–

(Tokito sneezes.)

Kubota: Well, not really, huh.

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(Round brackets): actions and sound effects. Double asterisks **: Stuff I am not sure with. Suggestions for improvements and corrections are more than welcome.

[moths-in-the-attic]

'Tis the Season by Andrea Readwolf and Kate Butler

Santa's Little Helpers

*Reeny*

It all started innocently enough. I know, I know, that seems very funny--me talking about innocence, and not doing anything wrong, but I mean it this time. Really, I do... Okay, um...Maybe I'm not all that innocent.

You see, each and every year, Harbor Elementary kids sign up to do nice things for poor people during the holiday season. And this year, me, Reeny--the new kid, the strange kid--got stuck with the one job that no one wanted. Playing Santa and his elves in a stupid Christmas pageant at the orphanage. And that was how it all started...

*Darien*

I was walking down the street, minding my own business, trying to think up the easiest way to avoid Serena and still make it to work on time. And that was when a young voice yelled out to me.

"Darien! Darien!"

I whirled around, not sure whether I would see a little pink-headed girl with an intent to claim me, or if I would have my blonde ex-girlfriend run up and beg me for her eternal forgiveness--Serena and Reeny sound so much alike sometimes, it's really, really frightening. But--and I sighed in relief at this--it was the former (Reeny), smiling up at me with those naively innocent red eyes that I so adore.

"How are you, Darien?" she asked in a sugary-sweet tone. That meant only one thing. She wanted something.

Crouching down, I smiled pleasantly at the child. "Hi, Teeny- Reeny. It's so nice to see you."

"Yeah, well...." Scuffing her little white shoes together, she stared at me. "Darien, will you help me with something?"

Ah, the kiss of death. "Uhh...what do I need to help you with?" If it involved Serena, the other Sailor Scouts, certain talking cats, or anything curry, I wasn't going to help.

Period.

As cranky as it sounds, it's true.

"All you have to do," she assured me sweetly, "is to dress up like Santa and then do a play with me." She sniffled softly. "Please?"

Me? In a play? I should have said no. But those big, cinnamon eyes...and that cute little button nose...not to mention her absolutely adorable pink meatball hair...

"Uh...sure..." I stammered, cursing cute children in general.

*Serena*

"Come on, Serena! Lighten up!"

I stuck out my tongue and proceeded to use Sailor Moon's death kick on Sailor Mars. "Ha ha!" I laughed triumphantly. "Three games in a row, Sammy! Beat THAT!"

Pouting, my younger brother turned off the video game and crossed his arms. "I don't want to play with you anymore!"

Sticking my nose into the air, I stood up and put my hands upon my hips--very smugly. I had been trying for weeks to beat him at that game. "You're just jealous!"

The reaction I got from Sammy was like rubbing salt in a large and open wound. "You're such a dweeb!" he shot back, standing and giving me the evil eye. "You wouldn't know true courage and power if it knocked you in your fat butt!"

Growling, I lowered my eyes dangerously. "Yeah?"

"Yeah!" Sammy shot back.

"Oh yeah?"

"YEAH!"

Just then, I became aware of someone tugging on my denim skirt. And, when I looked from my now angry brother and downward, an overwhelming urge to gag. "What do you want, spore?" I asked Reeny in what I supposed to be an annoyed tone.

She sniffled. "Can I talk to you about a...a school project?"

Like what? Toasting human brains? "Uh..." Chewing on my lower lip, I considered it. Sure, she was an incredibly evil little spawn, but she was cute...and near tears...

"What project, Reeny?" She grinned. I guess that I had given myself away that easily. I was trapped as soon as that cute little smile crossed her face and made its way to me.

Trapped.

Completely cornered.

"It's a play," she explained sweetly. "For school. At the orphanage. We need two elves, a Mrs. Claus, a Christmas angel, a sweet little girl, and an Ice Princess."

Some play. But I sighed and nodded slowly; after all, I was trapped. And, besides, don't you think that the Princess of the Moon would make a stunning Christmas angel?

*Amy*

"X equals the opposite of B, plus or minus the square root..." Trailing off, I chewed on the pencil eraser thoughtfully.

No, that couldn't be right.

As the sun shone down on me, I shivered a bit. Since I'm so attuned to ice and water, I forget too often where I am and what I am doing. In this instance, for example, I was doing my college-level algebra homework on the balcony... In below freezing temperatures.

Grabbing my books, I chided myself for such foolish behaviors. I may be a friend to all water, but that doesn't mean that I'm immune to hypothermia.

As I walked back into the apartment, I heard a knock at the door. This was an extremely unusual occurrence because the other Sailor Scouts rarely visit my at home. This does get lonely, but it is the truth. Opening the door a crack, I saw the familiar pink-haired child who--for some reason that I've yet to understand--has taken a shining to me. I let her in, smiling involuntarily. As much as some of us like to deny it, the child is instant sunshine.

"Hi, Amy!" announced Reeny, hugging my legs. "I'm happy to see you!"

A bit perplexed at the sudden embrace, I pulled away and went to find the cookies Lita had made for me. "Hello, Reeny," I greeted her, glad to have someone in the otherwise empty apartment. "What brings you all the way over here?"

Her face turned very serious. "Fate."

Fate? "An interesting answer from such a little girl," I informed her, furrowing my brow and handing her a cookie. "Do you need help?"

Well, it turned out she did. Something about a play for orphans, and she really needed a graceful and beautiful ice princess. I had quite an urge to turn her down and refuse all inclusion. I'm no actress, and I will not parade around, pretending to be one. However, I am the Princess of Mercury, and an Ice Princess by default. "Sure, Reeny," I sighed sweetly. "I'll do it."

*Raye*

"Sleigh bells--like--ring... Are ya listen'? In the--like-- lane... Snow's glistenin'... A totally beautiful sight, we're all happy ta-night... Walkin' in a winter--like--wonderland..."

As Chad sung his screwed-up version of "Winter Wonderland", I covered my ears and sighed miserably. Queen Beryl would have died at the sound of his beach-bum voice, but I...I, much stronger a person than that evil Queen... I screamed.

"STOP SINGING THAT STUPID SONG!!!"

There was momentary silence, and I let out a long, shuddering breath because of it. The quiet was so...so astounding... I wanted to cry out in sick, sick joy. And then, Chad called across the temple courtyard to me, his face twisted in an impish grin as he tightened some of the electric guitar strings.

"You don't like that song, Raye?" he asked me, a bit of evil echoing in his voice. "I'll sing a different one."

"No?" I attempted, my head still poking out of the living room door.

A chord was played, and Chad--the jerk--cleared his throat. "Oh, the weather outside is frightful, but the fire is-like—so delightful... And we ain't got no place ta go... Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow..."

Sliding the door shut angrily, I groaned. Why me? WHY ME? Here I am--talented, beautiful, and hand maiden to a blonde princess—and I'm stuck spending Christmas with Chad! Kill me now!

As I laid down on the couch and listened to the hard-rock version of "Let it Snow", the phone rang. I didn't want to--or feel like--answer it. Sighing in defeat, I listened to the machine.

"Hi, this is the Hino residence and Cherry Hill Temple. We're not answering the phone right now, so leave a message." There was an obnoxious beep as the incoming call connected with the tape recorder, and then... I heard a voice that I really didn't expect. After all, Serena's the one who usually leaves the annoying messages...

Stuff like "Hi, this is Serenity, and I think Endymion is sexy. Have a nice day!"... But this--this was unusual.

"Hey, Raye? This is Reeny. Uh...I was wondering if you'd like to play Mrs. Claus in this play we're putting on at school. Please?" I heard her sniffle, which was a patented way to convince me to cave in and join a cause.

I sighed and picked up the phone. "Reeny, this is Raye," I spoke into the receiver, drawing an elated yelp from the little girl. "Of course, I'll help."

She thanked me about sixty times and hung up.

As I put down the phone, I heard more silence, and I smiled. Then, it started again.

"Like--Deck them halls with lots a holly. Fa la la la la...la la, la la!"

"CHAD!"

*Lita*

I didn't see it coming--yes, I am complaining, because I am extremely upset--but I didn't FREAKING see it coming!

Mina's mom and dad were out of town for Christmas, so I had offered to come and stay over at her place for a couple of days. You know, twenty-four hour girl talk with all the fringe--and fridge-- benefits. So, anyway, we were setting up the tree when the doorbell rang and Artemis, bless his furry soul, decided to check the door for us while I wrestled with the lights from hell and while Mina sorted the sea of old ornaments. He came back with a frightened look on his white face.

"It's Reeny," the cat announced to us.

Nearly tripping over a never-ending string of bright orange lights, I raised an eyebrow. "Huh?"

"You heard me," Artemis shot back, skidding to a halt before a large gold ball-shaped decoration. "And she wants to talk to you two."

"You answered the door?" inquired Mina, raising her eyebrows.

He made a face. "No, Mina," he told her, shaking his head. "I pretended to be your father and told her to hang on. So GO!"

Both jumping at the sudden exclamation, Mina and I made our way to the front door, not knowing what to expect.

*Mina*

We had no clue what to expect, as Lita said. Leading the little kid into my (messy) living room, I started to day-dream about what it could possibly be. A secret Scout spy mission? The return of Sailor V to network television? Time to get Darien and Serena back together? Or maybe, just maybe, little Reeny was a Sailor Soldier in training and THAT'S why...

Okay, I have got to cut down on the brownies. Remind me to hide Lita's recipe.

As we sat down on the couch, careful not to smash any Christmas lights, ornaments, or plates, Reeny sniffled a little. She was conning us into something. I knew it right then and there. She was up to know good! Yeah, well, I'm Sailor V! So there!

"I have this really important play to do for the orphanage," she told us sweetly, in a voice that was impossibly innocent. "And I need two actresses like you to play Christmas elves..."

"Actresses...like...US?" I stuttered, taken aback by the compliment.

Lita crossed her arms. "I will NOT play an elf!"

The girl nodded, pigtails bobbing. "Oh, Mina, you're such a great actress!" she grinned. "You make Sailor V look like a flake!"

I blushed a bit. "Really?"

"I will not be an elf!" repeated Lita, who was being ignored.

"Yep! You're great!" cooed Reeny.

I was in. Hands down.

*Lita*

Okay, I'm five-foot-FREAKING-six! I'm not an elf! How dare she? Who does she think she is, the little brat? I have half a mind to...

"I'd love to help you, sweetie," smiled Mina lovingly, patting the little head. "I can't wait to play an elf."

Damn. Mina had been conned into being an elf. That meant only one thing--I was next. I'm the...determined...Scout. And I was NOT letting Reeny get away with this.

"Lita?" she asked.

"No."

"Please?"

"Nope."

"It's for poor kids, Lita."

"I'll bake them cookies."

"What will I do without a second elf?"

"You play the elf." She was starting to get to me. I could feel it.

"I'm playing the cute little girl."

"Well, Mina can play the part of two elves."

"But the elves go on strike in the play."

"SO?" I knew that, if I didn't get my way soon, I was as good as gone.

"So, I need another elf."

"But, Reeny..."

She sighed sadly, as though my decision would make or break her entire life.

"Fine," I told her, pounding my fist on the coffee table. "I'll do it!"

She cheered, and I knew that this was going to be the worst choice I had ever...EVER...made.

(One Week Later)

*Reeny*

"I am the angel of Christmas, and I have come to take this little girl home to her family," Serena announced loudly, struggling with the cloth wings.

Raye growled as her apron fell off again. "But, Angel," she said in a sweet tone. "This little girl is actually an elf."

"An elf?" asked Mina and Lita in unison, going through the costume box and taking anything green out for their outfits.

"An elf," Darien assured us all, not looking up from his script.

I could tell that Serena's presence bothered him, and I felt bad. Really, I did. But it was the DAY before the PLAY, people! I couldn't change anything now! No one liked doing the play. Well, it started because I had hand-written the whole script, which Amy had deemed inappropriate... I didn't see what was so wrong with Mrs. Claus killing one of the elves in a blind rage. But Amy said that it had to be good for little kids. So much for ME being a little kid.

And then--though this was all my fault, I admit--we couldn't find any cute outfits in Lita's size. Every pair of elf pants were three sizes too short! She looked like a total idiot, and I blame it (mostly) on myself.

The problem, though, was solved when Darien went through his closet and found pants from when he was Peter Pan in the ninth grade. Then, Mina got a cold and lost her voice for three days. Enough said. So much for Santa's little helpers, eh?

"Yes, she is an elf. The daughter of the ice princess." Raye smiled and crossed her hands.

I waited for Amy to come out onto our make-shift stage, but she didn't.

Raye's smile turned into a frown. "I said, THE DAUGHTER OF THE ICE PRINCESS!"

No one appeared. Oh, dear.

*Amy*

I don't like this, and I don't want to be an actress. Humoring Reeny was great, don't get me wrong, but I just can't act. It's so...so...SO scary. Me, Sailor Mercury, scared to death. Yeah.

"The daughter of the Ice Princess."

I recognized my cue and sighed, sinking lower into the cushioned chair that I had taken up as a seat. It was nerve-wracking, really. I was not playing an ice princess. End of story.

*Raye*

"WHERE IS SHE?" I fumed, anger boiling within my veins. "WHERE IN HEAVEN'S NAME IS SHE? I'LL RIP HER THROAT OUT!"

Feeling one of Mina's hands on my shoulder, I took a very deep breath and cracked my knuckles.

"Sorry," I said in a slightly regretful tone. "I didn't want to over-react."

"But you did," pointed out Serena softly. "You really, really, really, REALLY--"

"Enough," I told her, rolling my eyes. "Can I go find Amy?"

Reeny stepped forward, a slight smile on her face. "You know what?" she inquired softly, with a thoughtful touch to her voice. "This is sort of my fault... It's my play and all..."

"No shit," I muttered unconsciously.

"Yeah, well, I'll make it better if you don't mind," she offered helpfully, running off before any of us could stop her.

Smart girl. I must say. She's a smart kid.

*Darien*

As I slumped into an empty chair, I sighed. There, just a few feet away, was my little meatball head... Giggling, laughing, and having a blast just being the Christmas angel she really was. What a person that Serena was. So sweet and loving... Nothing like I am right now.

What is a dream? A dream is just a night time vision, right? Then why do I let a dream stand in the way of happiness. If only I could hold my Serena, and tell her I loved her. That's a dream too, isn't it?

Reeny, the little imp, ran off to find Amy. Lita, clad in my Peter Pan pants and a too-small green tank top, is standing around with Mina, talking loudly about some boy. Serena and Raye are discussing manga... And then, there's me. Thrown into a chair, wearing a too-big Santa costume, staring blankly at a golden haired Princess when I should be studying my script and becoming a better Santa Claus. I can't have my angel. Merry Christmas indeed!

*Reeny*

I really wonder what's wrong with Amy. She's sitting in the dressing room all alone, a sad smile across her face. Her eyes are closed, so she doesn't see me. I sort of wish she'd look at me, because I think she's crying. My angle's bad, so I really can't tell right now. I think she's crying. Over my silly play? Come on! That couldn't be it.

"Amy?"

Tossing her head of blue hair to one side, she brings a hand to her face and I see it--a big blue tear falling into the palm of her hand. She was crying! Over me.

"Are you okay?" I asked, climbing into her lap. "I can see you're sad."

She blinked and smiled a bit. "I'm just not a very good actor, Reeny," she admitted to me.

I grinned. "You're bad?" I inquired. "Serena just reads off the script, and Mina prances around the stage like a brazen idiot." Sighing, I patted one of her hands. "But there's something about you that makes you a great ice princess."

She laughed at this. "I've always liked water, Reeny."

"Good!" I announced, jumping down and trying to pull her out of the seat. "Let's go, okay?"

*Amy*

Pure sunshine. Reeny can be a brat, and she has this very...sly...side to her, but the child is instant sunshine. She makes me want to cry, and then, she makes me want to smile. This whole "ice princess" thing... who cares? It's for children; it's for Christmas. It's for my little dose of sunshine.

You know, I've saved her life time and again, always wondering what was so special about that child. She's so sweet and brave, to go against the evil sisters and to attempt to find her mother and the Silver Crystal in a world she's so unfamiliar with.

"Okay," I agreed with a nod.

She took my hand, and I swore I felt it. Sunshine.

(The Next Day)

*Lita*

"ARGH!" Pulling on the little green skirt (to go over the skin-tight and too revealing pants), I groaned. It didn't fit anymore!

"Mina!" I yelled to my friend. "What did you make these skirts out of?"

"Cotton, 'the fabric of our wives'...no...how does that go?" She clasped her skirt and began pulling her expertly curled hair into tiny ringlets.

"Unwashed cotton?" I inquired, looking at her suspiciously.

She nodded. "Yeah, why?" she asked. "I didn't have time to wash the fabric, and then, I ran out of time to wash my skirt...Did you wash yours?"

Yes, Mina. THAT'S why the damn thing doesn't fit any more! Cursing my blonde friend, I cut one of the seams and made the skirt fit around my evil, evil hips. Stupid skirt. Stupid play. Stupid, stupid Reeny.

*Serena*

"Where are my wings?" I asked, looking through the costume box again. "I could have sworn I left them at the orphanage..."

Zipping up one of the two side-zippers to her blue gown, Amy looked doubtfully at me. "Didn't you take them home last night?" she inquired, tugging on the other zipper.

Oh, yeah, THOSE wings. Blushing, I gulped. "I don't suppose that you have a pair of white angel wings on you?"

Amy shook her head. Some help SHE was. "Oh, okay," I sighed, pulling out my white angel dress and slipping it on over my frilly pink slip. "Just checking..."

I was screwed.

*Darien*

"Ho ho ho..."

Looking around, I sighed. Reeny had finally left, leaving me to myself. "Ho ho, flipping ho..."

No Serena this Christmas. I was with her for HOW long in my past life? Then, I get back to this life, die AGAIN, and end up without her. All because of a dream. Are dreams really worth it?

Just then, there was a knock on the dressing room door, and Serena paraded in, fully clothed in her costume, except for the wings.

"Uh, hi," she grimaced, gulping. "Have you seen my wings?"

I thought she looked great, wings or not. The angel dress was a silky, white, tight thing, and it looked so very incredible, I almost drooled.

"Sorry...no..." I stammered, cracking my knuckles nervously. "Didn't you take them home?"

She nodded, closing the door slowly behind her.

Some Christmas.

*Mina*

I cleared throat and practiced the song over again. "Ho ho, freaking ho, what a crock of ick... We used to work for Santa, but we've had enough... We quit! Cause we do all the freaking work while he stars in the show... Shove your Christmas, go away, and ho ho freaking ho!"

Taking one last look at the script, I tossed it into the garbage can and smiled. There's a certain part of me that just comes alive at the mere thought of acting. It's amazing, really, to watch me when it's time to act. I get all jittery and excited, and there's this rush--like a super sugar high--that over comes me. And I live. I really, really, live. And this was show time.

*Raye*

As I struggled with the apron, I sighed. You know what? As much as I want to be a voice actress, a singer, and a dancer, I don't want to play Mrs. Claus in this play. Poor Serena had lost her wings. Lita's skirt fit wrong, which wasn't a big deal--it was to her, though. Darien was a mess because of his Princess' presence. Mina was wired for sound. Amy had overcome a case of stage fright, and Reeny was nowhere to be found.

I know, the spirit of Christmas is real. I've felt it; I really have. I've lived the spirit of Christmas. I've saved lives, defeated evil, and protected my Princess from all the silly things that we've had to fight. And now, it comes back to haunt me by making me play old Mrs. Santa Claus in a children's play. I hadn't signed up for this, but I was conned into it by a strange little girl. A girl who fell out of the sky and beamed the brains out of my best friend. A girl who has caused Darien to ditch his one and only girlfriend, Serena. But I really can't say I'd quit. Sometimes, no matter how much you hate something, you have to do it.

Even if it is for a strange little girl.

*Reeny*

Everything was perfect.

Well, okay, so I'm a good liar. Serena lost her wings, Darien was cranky, Lita's skirt had a slit in one of the seams because it was too tight otherwise, Mina was so excited that we had to lock her in a closet (literally), Amy—over her stage fright--was too busy practicing her part to notice all of us, Raye had developed a pessimistic outlook on the whole play thing...and then, there was me. Being the writer is never easy. I took this project because I had to. If I had known how much this would have affected each and every one of my friends, do you think I'd have gotten them to do this?

No way!

So, here I was... clad in a tiny, sky-blue dress, my waist length hair falling down to my shoulders before being caught in a big, loose braid, holding a fake candy cane in one hand and a script in the other.

"Santa's Little Helpers," I read aloud off the script. "Whether we mean well and fail, hope and pray for tomorrow, find our own ways out, wait for this moment all our lives, overcome ourselves, or realize the real reasoning behind things, that's us. The little helpers."

Walking out of her dressing room, Serena looked thoughtfully down at me with her big blue eyes. Reminded me of my mom. "You wrote that, Reeny?"

I nodded a little, smiling. "It's the beginning of the play. I put it on this copy so I wouldn't forget the most important part."

The rest of the actors--better known as my best friends--came up to me, ready to do one of the little things that made Christmas so very special and wonderful.

"Is there anything else?" asked Amy, referring to my words.

I smiled knowingly. "Christmas is about making someone else's life brighter, and this has made my life brighter. In a million ways... plus one."

I looked at each of my friends... Sweet Serena. Always caring, though cold, Darien. The genius, Amy. Our tough Lita. The bubbly, free-spirited Mina.

"Thank you all," I told them. "And merry Christmas."

*End.*