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[kyuuppi]

help, my boyfriend has no sex drive! (5)

Pairing: Kenma x reader (f)

Contents: smut; established relationship; feminization, "femboy", heavy praise kink (Kenma); rough sex; creampie; Christmas themes

Words: 3.4k

Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3 || Part 4

“But as long as you’d love me so—

Let it snow, let it snow, let it snoooow”

Kenma tries not to visibly cringe at the cheery music as he emerges from his office, finally finished with his obligatory three-hour “Christmas special” stream.

As you had been for the past month, you’re softly singing along to some Christmas carol playing from your shitty laptop speaker. You had busied yourself with reorganizing the presents under the full-sized tree—something you had insisted on buying for the apartment.

Kenma had little more interest in most holidays than the “free day from school” perks. But as he watches you scurry around your shared living room wearing candy cane-themed stockings, an oversized ugly Christmas sweater, and a hundred-yen-store Santa hat, Kenma is thankful you had expressed your desire to celebrate with him. He will gladly participate in anything that makes you this innocently cheerful. 

Your background music is abruptly cut short and you frown when you realize your laptop has just died again. But the disappointment is cut short when you notice Kenma, standing awkwardly by the couch in the dark Christmas sweater you had insisted he wear for his stream. 

“KenKen—your stream is over?”

Kenma smiles softly at how eager you look, eyes practically sparkling. 

“Yeah, I’m free now. You wanted to open presents, right?” 

You nod quickly, guiding him to the couch and leaving only to retrieve a cup of hot cocoa—extra whipped cream—and a slice of homemade apple pie, placing them both in front of him on the coffee table. He thanks you quietly, predictably digging into the apple pie first. 

“So I think we should start with your family’s gifts first,” you begin, already passing him a small stack of presents, all wrapped in identical green and red paper. 

After nearly half an hour you two had finally worked your way through nearly all of the presents. Most were the typical things–an abhorrent amount of socks and pajamas from your families, Kenma’s mother gifting both of you very cringey matching couple sets with any video game character she saw. You had to try very hard not to laugh at Kenma’s face when you opened a matching Kirby and Jigglypuff sweater set with a handwritten heart note.

“Aww, don’t pout KenKen, your mom was just being thoughtful.” “They’re not even in the same series.” 

A few gifts had been surprising–namely Kuroo’s cat ear headphones—to which Kenma promptly sent a text telling Kuroo to never buy him Christmas gift ever again— and even a signed pro jersey from Hinata. Even if he didn’t voice it, you noticed how touched Kenma seemed by the gesture and you made a mental note to buy something to display it in the apartment. A few gifts were even from Kenma’s fans, sending various game merchandise, snacks from their country, and even fan art of the two of you. 

Finally, the last remaining gifts were the ones you made for each other. You didn’t want to pressure Kenma to buy you anything fancy–and you also couldn’t afford to reciprocate with anything fancy, so you set a strict budget. 

Kenma was unexpectedly good at keeping secrets so you weren’t sure what he had gotten you–probably a game he wanted you to play together but the box was unexpectedly big—

Regardless, you knew what you got him , and it was something you had been thinking about for months. Needless to say, you were eager for him to open it. 

“Who should go firs—”

“I’ll go!”

Kenma raises a brow but complies as you all but shove your gift into his hands. The outside is unassuming—a flat package wrapped in red paper with a holographic silver stick-on bow in the center. Somehow, he feels vaguely uneasy. 

Cautiously, Kenma begins unwrapping the gift. You practically vibrate with excitement in your seat, eagerly watching as his thin fingers peel away the final layers of colorful paper. 

Finally, your present reveals itself, soft nylon fabric in a bright red shade. Kenma seems confused, unsure of what exactly he is looking at until he shifts and the fabric unravels into two long strips. 

“Ta-daa,” you cheer, “your very own pair of thigh-high stockings!”

Kenma looks horrified. 

“This is a joke,” Kenma states, sounding like he’s trying to convince himself just as much as you. 

“What do you mean? Don’t you like them? Look, they’re even Christmas-themed!”

You guide his hands over to the top of the socks where a large red ribbon sits. Two short red strings dangle the ribbon with a small, fuzzy white ball at the end each. You make him squeeze the soft ball for good measure. His expression doesn’t change. 

“Why would you buy me these? You wasted actual, real-life money for this,” Kenma bemoans. 

“Didn’t your fans suggest something like this before? I think they called them programmer socks—”

“ Oh my god please stop talking.”

Kenma lets out a long, suffering groan as you eye him with an absolute shit-eating grin.

It’s fine, he thinks. You wanted to be a little shit like Kuroo but it was just a prank. He could probably Venmo back the money you wasted on this and never have to think of this situation ever again. He’ll toss them in the back of the closet next to those cat ear headphones Kuroo bought him. 

He is proven wrong when you nudge his shin with your own stocking-clad toes and give him an expectant look. 

“Well?”

“What?”

“Aren’t you going to try them on?”

Kenma’s brain very obviously fries and you have to resist the urge to laugh at his expression. 

“C’mon, I spent actual, real-life money on these," you tease, throwing his words back at him, "I wanna see you wear them at least once!”

“You have to be joking,” he all but whines. 

Your excited expression tells him you are very much not joking. Kenma considers refusing more firmly. He knows you genuinely care about him and would never push him to do something he was uncomfortable with—or at least so long as it wouldn’t actually kill him.  

But your eyes are wide and practically sparkling as you look at him expectantly with that cute little grin–the crippling humiliation that will likely haunt him every night for the rest of his life is nothing compared to your happiness. Kenma sighs deeply and you know you’ve won. 

He ignores your excited squeals as he stands up and shuffles towards the bathroom in something akin to a walk of shame. 

As Kenma stares at his own lithe form in the mirror he’s positive that he has never felt so mortified in his whole life. Not when he accidentally set a ball into Lev’s face during a match in high school. Not when he missed his ult in a team fight and cost his team the ranked match in League. Not even when he came so hard he nearly passed out while getting his dick sucked during a live stream. 

Kenma can barely even recognize himself in the mirror, eyes flitting from his familiar golden gaze down to his oversized black and white Nightmare Before Christmas sweater and, finally, to his thin legs wrapped in an inappropriately bright red pair of thigh-high socks.

Somehow, the stockings feel even more exposing than if he were just naked. He feels like some cheap, poorly drawn femboy character in a hentai. One of his first thoughts was they don’t look nearly as appealing on him as they do on you. His legs are too lanky–straight and lean from years of volleyball but missing the curve of healthy fat yours have. His face heats up as he visualizes your thighs currently clad in your own pair of red and white striped stockings. 

“KenKen are you ready yet? You’re taking foreeeeever!”

His heart rate picks up and he tries to remind himself it's just you, the person who makes him feel safest. He’s going to go out there, you’re going to see how cringe he looks, then you'll both laugh and never talk about this again. 

He takes a deep breath and opens the door, immediately meeting your gaze as you sit on the couch where he left you. Breath bated, he watches as your eyes dart down his body, darting around his lower half with your mouth agape. He tries his best not to squirm under your stare. 

“Fuck, Ken,” you chuckle breathily, “you look amazing.”

Kenma’s breath hitches, certainly not expecting that type of response. As you continue to take him in he realizes your gaze looks almost hungry, like you’re ready to devour him–shit, are you seriously into this?

He finds his answer in the way you motion him over, helpless in how his body obeys before he can even process the silent request. You reach out hesitantly, fingertips so close to his thighs he can feel your body heat even through the thin fabric. You glance up at him, asking permission, and he’s nodding immediately, desperate for your touch.

Your fingers land near his left knee, trailing up slowly and making his whole body tremble lightly. When your fingertips catch on the hem of the stockings he nearly gasps and then you're brushing his soft skin directly, only stopping when you reach the edge of the sweater that’s just barely covering his rapidly hardening cock. 

“You’re so pretty,” you praise, "my pretty boy."

Kenma makes a choked sound, surprised and mildly offended but also awfully turned on to hear any form of praise from your lips. No, he wants to argue, you’re the pretty one –but you look up at him, so pleased, that he can’t remember how to speak. 

“And now we match,” you sing, tone innocent as you raise your leg between his own. His eyes follow, nearly hypnotized by the contrast between your red-and-white stockings against his red ones before your clothed shin brushes against his crotch in a way that is anything but innocent. He has to grab the back of the couch near your head to keep his knees from buckling as he groans.

You seem to take some form of pity on him because you let up on his crotch with a giggle, making room for him to sit down beside you and catch his breath. Even when you let him rest your attention never strays from the item of clothing, hand idly stroking his thigh while you continue to drink in the sight of his pale skin contrasting with the scarlet cloth. 

“Do you really like it that much,” he asks, almost hesitant. 

He’s surprised at how sheepish you become, moving your hand away as your face slightly flushes. 

“Um–yeah. I know it’s kinda weird, sorry, you just look really pretty sometimes.”

Kenma frowns slightly and takes your hand back, returning it to his thigh with his own on top of yours. The action was meant to reassure you but it felt too bold and he avoids eye contact as he speaks.

“You don’t have to apologize, I don’t hate it…”

He sees the way you perk up, practically beaming, from the corner of his eye and is quick to clarify less you try to buy him a pair of panties or something next year. 

“It’s not my thing—I prefer seeing you in cute clothes…but I can try things like this if it makes you this happy.”

“Aww, KenKen, that’s so sweet!”

Kenma huffs, breath nearly knocked out of him when you launch yourself into his chest, planting noisy kisses all over his face. He tries his best to scowl but he’s pretty sure he’s failing by the way you giggle at his expression. Your Santa hat gets knocked off in the commotion but neither of you care. Kenma even takes the opportunity to bury his fingers in your messy hair as your kisses finally focus on his lips. 

Eventually, the kisses deepen, morphing from quick pecks to slow and open-mouthed. Your tongue invades his mouth, gravity giving you a clear advantage as you take charge of this kiss. But not one to easily accept defeat, Kenma takes the opportunity to grab a handful of your ass in a way that has you gasping in surprise. You start to grind on him, both of you letting out soft sounds between kisses. 

It’s you who pulls away first, making Kenma softly whine in protest, gaze hazy as he blinks up at you in question. 

“Wanna ride you,” you explain simply. 

Kenma hisses out his approval and obediently waits as you pull down your lounge shorts. You yank them down your legs and fling them across the living room with a little too much force, accidentally hitting the Christmas tree. You laugh at the sight of your fuzzy white shorts hanging on the tree like some soft of kinky Christmas ornament but Kenma is quick to redirect your attention by pulling you back down for another kiss. 

He grips your ass again, this time bare, and moves his fingers to prepare you for his dick but—

He abruptly stops and pulls away from the kiss in shock. 

“You’re already this wet?” His expression looks genuinely surprised and you can’t help but giggle. 

“I told you, you look really pretty.”

Kenma groans, not sure if he’s annoyed or turned on but his cock throbs all the same. You pull up the bottom half of his sweater to reach his black boxers. He’s so hard that it's almost difficult to get them off but he helps you pull them down just enough to free his leaking cock. It takes a moment to properly position yourself from this new angle, hindered by your bulky sweater and the headrest of the couch digging into your side but you manage to guide his leaky head to your drenched hole and ease down.

You both groan as he breaches your cunt, your wetness making the slide smooth even as you reach his thick base.

“F-fuck, Ken, you always feel so good,” you moan.

The praise feels like a punch to the gut and he’s thankful he’s already lying down so he can’t embarrass himself further by losing his balance. He’s coming to realize even if feminization isn’t his thing, praise might be. He thinks he'd do just about anything if it pleased you—if it made you look down at him with those shiny eyes and call him your good boy—fuck. Kenma has to force himself back to reality before he makes himself cum too quickly just by his own fantasies. 

You readjust your weight, leaning back and using his bent knees as leverage. Your fingers dig into the fabric of his stockings as you begin to move, raising to his tip before dropping your whole weight down. It feels good—mind-numbingly so—but he finds it looks even better. The angle you put yourself into gives him an unobstructed view of your face–eyes pinched closed and reddened lips open in pleasure, your breasts–soft and bouncing with every movement–and, best of all, your tight hole sucking him in with every uptake. 

He can’t tear his eyes away from where the two of you are connected. A creamy white ring is quickly forming at the base of his cock from how soaked you are, thin strings sticking to your pussy like webs. Framing it all are your thick thighs, muscles straining with your movements and squeezed by those god damned red-and-white striped thigh highs.

Fuck, he wishes he could record this.

He has apparently said that aloud on accident because now you’re grinning down at him conspiratorially. 

“Y-yeah?” you stutter out, “you wanna make a movie with me?”

Kenma doesn’t verbally answer but he doesn’t need to. Instead, he’s gripping your hips and guiding your pace, making you bounce on his cock faster while his own hips start to meet your thrusts. 

It has only been a few minutes but it's becoming clear your stamina is far from athletic. Your thighs burn and your pace stumbles but Kenma is quick to take advantage of the situation, using a strength you didn’t know he was capable of to roll you over and push you face down. 

“Kenma, wh—oh!”

Any dissent you had intended to make is abruptly cut off when your boyfriend, one knee digging into the couch for leverage, feeds his length back into your greedy hole and sets a pace that has you nearly screaming. His hips snap into you, hard, and you scramble to find something to hold on to. One hand finds the armrest of the couch near your head, nails nearly tearing into the fabric, while the other ends up behind you, digging into his thigh as he rams his hips into you. You’re drooling as you manage to stutter out a barely coherent statement through your moans.

“K-Ken, so h-hard, fuck—”

“Yeah,” He replies, sounding breathless but not nearly as wrecked as you. You curse his retired high school athlete stamina. 

“Am I still your pretty boy?”

The question momentarily shocks you. You aren’t sure what response he’s looking for but you answer honestly, too fucked out to ponder on it. 

“Y-yesyesyes, the prettiest! ”

“You like getting fucked by your pretty boy?”

“Yeeeess, I l-love it—oh god—”

One hand reaches up to grip your hair, tugging your hair in a way you aren’t sure is punishment or a reward. You cry out all the same, cunt squeezing him for dear life as he hits something deep deep deep inside of you. You’re fairly certain you’ve never been fucked this hard in your life. The sweet, no-sex-drive-having boyfriend trope becomes little more than a pipe dream as his hips smack into your ass without reprieve. 

“‘m g-gonna cum,” you warn.

Kenma’s grip on your hip tightens and he adjusts his angle to hit the spot he knows makes your toes curl and your pitch turns airy. The nail in the coffin comes when he releases your hair, but only to start rubbing your clit, remembering your favorite rhythm from the time he watched you masturbate. 

Expectedly, you cum, toes curling and squeals reaching a pitch you think might cause your boyfriend hearing damage. Your whole body seizes with your orgasm, cunt spasming and thighs squeezing shit as you please for him to stop, go harder–you aren’t sure. 

Kenma forces you to ride through it, fucking you even as your hips stutter violently and never letting up on your pulsating nub. It's only when you're nearing tears from the overstimulation that Kenma stops, moaning sweetly as his own orgasm overtakes him. He collapses against you in exhaustion as warmth fills you from deep inside, making a mess on your thighs as it gushes out between you. 

“Mm, y’r heavyyy,” you complain sleepily. 

Kenma grunts something in response but doesn’t bother moving. In fact, he seems to make himself more comfortable by moving his hands to find your own. He slips his long fingers in the spaces between your own, locking your hands together. Your heart swells at the action, constantly reminded how much this boy loves you even when he doesn't vocalize it very often.  

You allow him a few more moments of peace, listening to his harsh pants die down into something more calm before you speak again. 

“By the way, what was my present?”

Kenma stiffens against you, having completely forgotten about Christmas altogether. Quickly, he pulls away from you and the loss of warmth almost makes you regret saying anything. On shaky legs, Kenma shuffles over to the forgotten box, wrapped in royal blue paper and topped with a pretty gold ribbon. He comes back to the couch, gingerly helping you sit up before placing the box on your lap. 

You’re immediately surprised by the hefty weight of the box and grow curious as you tear at the paper. Within seconds, the logo and picture on the box become clear, making you gasp in shock. 

“Kenmaaaa,” you whine, trying not to tear up as you pout at him. 

To his credit, Kenma looks honestly guilty as he avoids your eyes. 

“We set a twenty-thousand-yen spending limit, ” you remind him.

“I know but—this is basically a necessity. Your old one was going to die any day now,” Kenma reasons, helping you pull out the shiny new laptop –in rose gold no less. 

“And it's a gaming laptop–that means you can play with me more so it’s basically a gift for me more than you,” he continues. 

You know he’s absolutely pulling excuses out of his ass but you can’t help the rush of affection at how much Kenma wants to spoil you. He always buys you the things you want, even when you insist on not wanting to take advantage of him as a wealthy streamer and businessman. He usually comes up with some excuse, I was going to buy one anyway so we can share or I have too much money this month, taxes will be a hassle if I don’t spend it. 

But he is right–your old laptop was on its last leg and every time you opened a Word document for school you had to pray it wouldn’t crash before you could save your draft.

You softly smile as you trace the box with a finger, elated that he even remembered which color you wanted. He grins at how pleased you clearly are, even if you won’t say it. 

“Besides,” his grin suddenly turns sly as he places a hand on the swell of your hip, “I heard the webcam is really great for recording movies.”

[ateezmakemeweep]

ateez x reader; christmas drabbles

word count: ~500 each  

fluff

kim hongjoong - making cookies

the small apartment smelt of balsam and sugar cookies, soft pajamas covering your legs as you watched your boyfriend peek inside the oven for the third time in ten minutes.

it’d become somewhat of a christmas night tradition, spending the day with your families exchanging gifts, eating a big dinner and playing a card game that almost always turned into light-hearted arguments. 

but then at night, you’d leave before dessert and make your own at home. change into warm clothes, light a festive candle and enjoy the comfort and warmth of just each other. 

even if it meant yelling at hongjoong for opening the oven and delaying the cookies even more. 

“they’re gonna take longer if you keep opening it!” you whine to him from the couch, watching him turn around with a guilty expression on his face. 

you can’t help but smile, completely changing your tone as you reach your arms out to him needily. you giggle when he abandons the kitchen almost immediately, promptly collapsing on top of your lazy form. 

“i’m just excited,” he mumbles, a child-like tone in his voice that’s a bit uncharacteristic for your boyfriend. it makes you smile happily though, linking your arms around his neck.

he leans down for quick, chaste kiss, the lingering taste of wine and cookie dough on his lips. you pull away before he can deepen it, not wanting to risk burning the cookies since you put the whole batch in.

you meet his gaze and feel your breath catch in your throat at the way he’s looking at you, breath catching in your throat at the soft, fondness in them.

“i like coming home with you. it’s my favorite part of christmas, i think,” he mumbles quietly, like he doesn’t wanna risk anyone else hearing these words but you.

but it’s just you and him here. it always is on christmas night.

“what about the cookies?” you tease, fighting back the happy tears threatening to burn your eyes; because even though hongjoong is sweet, he’ll absolutely laugh at you if you start getting teary eyed from his softly spoken confessions. 

“they’re good too, i guess.”

your loud giggle fills the apartment when he places tiny, little pecks on your neck, feeling his smile on your skin before the dinging of the oven causing an excited gasp to leave your mouth. 

“they’re done but they still need to air co-”

your boyfriend was up and over to pull the cookies out before you could stop him, cringing at the way he slides the baking sheet on the cutting board without oven mitts. 

“would you be careful,” you yelp, bumping your hip into his so you could close the oven with the proper protective gear. 

your boyfriend rolls his eyes at your dramatics, taking you by the waist and plopping you up on the counter when you’re done. you let out a surprised squeal and smile when you’re face to face, bending down ever so slightly to peck his lips again. 

your mouths meet in a kiss that has hongjoong pulling you off the counter to hold you against it, your legs wrapped around tightly around his waist. 

you kiss and giggle into each other’s mouths for the perfect amount of time for the cookies to finish, pulling away quickly to grab one and shove it in your boyfriend’s face. 

he narrows his eyes but chews it regardless, munching on the soft chocolatey taste before feeding you one. 

you don’t even make it back to the living room before they’re all gone, deciding to make a batch of brownies next because “we need a snack for the movie.”

park seonghwa - christmas morning 

most mornings, you woke to an empty bed and the blaring of your alarm.

it was especially sad because no matter what your boyfriend’s schedule was, he always made sure to be home before you went to bed.

it’s why waking up without him was always that much harder, the bed cold and apartment feeling empty - this morning, however, was different in the best kind of way. 

you woke to the feel of soft pecks on your face, your eyes fluttering open in confusion when a deep chuckle tickled your skin. 

“good morning, baby. merry christmas.”

it took you a few seconds to remember what today was and why seonghwa was home. 

you can’t remember the last time he woke you up like this (apart from the two days a few weeks ago when he took off because you had a bad stomach virus). 

but right now, you’re just so overwhelmed with happiness. a smile brightening your tired face as you throw your arms around his neck and push your face into him. 

his arms come up to wrap you in a hug, a chuckle leaving his mouth again as he presses his lips to your skin. 

“i wish i could wake up to you more,” he mumbled sweetly in your ear, caught off by your reaction but also feeling his heart soar; he loves when your clingy like this, especially when you’re sleepy in bed.

“merry christmas, seonghwa,” your scratchy, morning voice mumbles softly, a smile on his face as he presses one last kiss to your lips. 

“hi, my love. you want any breakfast yet?”

you only mumble in protest, shaking your head as you push your face further into him. you feel him laugh against your head and hide your pout into his pajama shirt.

you two don’t have to go out until three p.m. so seonghwa’s quick to crawl back under the covers, settling you against him as your head becomes completely buried in his warm chest. 

he fears for a moment that you can’t breathe like this but then feels your soft breaths against him, his hand running up and down your back gently. 

it’s how he stays for the next hour and a half, switching between watching you sleep and closing his eyes. 

he never falls asleep but he’s completely at ease, warm and relaxed in bed with the knowledge that you’re safe and comfortable right beside him. 

and when you finally wake for real this time, a tiny yawn leaving your mouth as you turn in his hold, you give him the same bright smile you did when you were half asleep. 

“seonghwa,” you say happily, surprised to see him still right beside you. “you’re home.”

“of course i’m home, baby,” he says, a part of his chest hurting at the surprise on your face; after today, he’s gonna try and make it a personal mission to wake up with you more - even if it means asking to go into the studio a few hours later one or two days a week.

your next words get cut off by the growling of your stomach, an embarrassed flush crossing your cheeks that causes him to peck a kiss on both. 

“let me make you something, love.”

before you can even protest, he scoops you up and into his arms. he ignores your loud squeals and giggles as he walks into the living room, right past the presents under the tree and into the kitchen.

he places you on the counter and taps your nose lightly, watching with a small smile as you sit crossed-legged and help him pour messy pancake batter into a pan. 

it’s a lousy attempt at making the snowman pancakes you saw a video of a few days ago but they still taste good, especially because seonghwa feeds each and every one to you. 

jeong yunho - secret santa

while you were grateful for the $20 budget your friend-group’s secret santa implemented, you always had a tough time putting a cute gift together; you didn’t want it to be cheesy but you also didn’t wanna go over budget and make anyone feel bad. 

but you can even admit secretly that when you picked yunho’s name from the hat a month ago, you were heavily considering going all out. 

you had a crush on your friend for as long as you could remember, his sweet smile and bubbly spirit easily making you fall for him. 

he was like that with everyone, gave everyone soft looks and always genuinely cared for them, but it didn’t stop your silly self from falling. 

from having such an all-consuming, heart-pounding crush on him that picking out a gift for him seemed damn near impossible. 

“i’m not gonna give him my confession as a gift, are you crazy!” you squeal at your friend, embarrassed and horrified by the idea alone. “that’s so embarrassing and cheesy.”

“okay but it’s not just your confession, it’s an ornament too! and i already told you that he likes you back so it won’t be embarrassing!”

and you don’t know what the hell you were thinking, allowing your friend to drag you to the mall and pick out a cute merry christmas ornament with two pictures of you and yunho in the red and green balls. 

the first was from your first day of a college together, yunho looking as handsome as ever in a maroon sweater and bubbly smile. the second was from this past summer, when you and all your friends went on vacation to the beach.

you had accidentally matched in yellow bathing suits and were all but forced to take a picture together, your friend snapping a candid one of you both laughing in embarrassment together. 

anyone with eyes could see your gazes held such soft affection and love but both of you were too blind to see it. it’d be a christmas miracle, really, if the two of you would finally get your feelings out in the open. 

the night of secret santa came and you were absolutely terrified, shakily handing yunho your gift and watching his smile light up when he sees you had him this whole time. 

he loved the present and thanked you with a tight hug, his warm, broad chest causing your heart to flutter; but you were nervous for nothing because he didn’t flip the ornament over to reveal your hand-written “i like you.” 

not until two nights later, when you opened your apartment door to see him standing there with a wide smile and pink flush on his cheeks. 

“hey, yunho. what are you doing he-”

he cut you off with a rushed, “i like you, too,” taking in your wide-eyed expression before bending down to crash his lips against yours.

kang yeosang - ugly sweater party

the last place you wanted to be was this ugly sweater party. 

it wasn’t that you didn’t have any christmas spirit, you loved christmas and it was your favorite holiday, but the day had been unkind to you. 

tragedy after tragedy that felt you feeling like the grinch during this holiday season.

you were able to fake it for a little bit, sing along to christmas karaoke, pose for pictures in your ugly sweater, and even participate in a cookie decorating contest. 

but by the middle of the night, when the eggnog had gotten to everyone else, you were done. 

your bad day had caught up to you and you found solace in your friend’s tiny balcony, snow on the ground and the cold chill in the air not even enough to keep you away. 

you heard the door squeak open and expected your friend’s drunken voice to greet you but, instead, you heard someone very different. 

a deep, unfamiliar voice that sent chills up your spine. 

“oh. sorry. i didn’t know anyone else was out here.”

you turn around to see a boy with a not-so-ugly, ugly christmas sweater and pink hair. it’s then that you recognize him as your friend’s co-worker who won the cookie decorating contest earlier, his face as beautiful as it seems kind. 

the shy, sheepish look he throws your way is enough to soften even your grinch-like spirit tonight. 

“it’s okay.”

you know he doesn’t move for a few seconds because you don’t hear the snow crunching underneath his boots. 

but once he finally does, he sits on the other side of the balcony, dusting off one of the chairs and hissing through his teeth at the cold. 

“should’ve worn gloves,” he mumbles, almost to himself even though you let out a small chuckle.

“or maybe you shouldn’t have touched the snow with your bare hands.” 

when there’s a few beats of silence in the air, you think he took offense to your joking comment and quickly look up. there’s an amused look in his eyes and a smirk quirking at his lips, a deep chuckle that sends butterflies through your stomach finally leaving his mouth. 

“that’s very true.”

you smile at the boy and try not to feel too giddy when he smiles back, roaming his face a little bit before you decide to speak again.

“you won the cookie decorating contest, didn’t you?” 

“i did,” he smiles, a mock look of pride in his face as he nods his head. “you had the gingerbread men, right? with the wonky arms and crooked smile?”

an uncontrollable laugh bubbles out of your mouth at his retort, your hand flying to your face so you can cover your mouth - they really were wonky arms.

“yes. yes i did.”

your laughs linger for a few more seconds, yours more high-pitch and breathy while his are deep and full. 

it’s exactly what you needed tonight, a laugh to dwell all the stresses that come with end of the year shopping and last minute work projects. 

“i’m sure they were still good,” he says, a soft sweetness in his tone that makes you smirk. 

“i wouldn’t know, i didn’t get a chance to try them,” you say with a smirk.

because wonky or not, crooked smiles or not, you know they were good. the only thing you’re capable of baking is gingerbread cookies. 

“maybe because i had four of them.”

another laugh leaves your mouth and yeosang finds himself smiling again, your tongue peeking out to lick at your dry, cold lips.

“well, i’m sad to say i didn’t get to try your award winning cookies.”

a smirk crosses his face as he looks you over, slight nerves coursing through him before he decides to say fuck it and allows the next words to leave his mouth. 

“maybe one day you can,” he says lowly, a teasing softness in his eyes when he scoots closer to your chair and holds out his cold hand. “i’m yeosang.”

choi san - snowed in

when the forecast for tuesday night called for 24 inches snow, no one took it seriously. 

of course, there was a rush of people in the grocery stores taking precautions - buying bread and milk and all the necessities in the event that the weatherman was actually correct. 

but they never seemed to be right. 

only half of that usually falls, if it doesn’t turn to rain and slush by the end of then night - this time, however, they were right. 

you and san woke on wednesday morning to a blanket of snow and flakes falling from the sky, your blonde, sleepy boyfriend crawling back into bed and wrapping his arms around your waist. 

“san, you have work,” you mumbled sleepily, whining to him despite the way you turned over and buried yourself in his chest; he was just so warm and comfortable, his scent surrounding you in a way you always loved. 

“no, i don’t. it snowed,” he tells you quietly, his eyes closed and lips brushing against your head. “a lot actually.”

the feeling of happiness and relief that ran through you was almost concerning, knowing that for all day and night, you got to be here with him. sleep in and dedicate your day to laying around, eating and watching tv. 

you opened your eyes to ask san which series he wanted to start today to already see him fast asleep again, breathing softly with his arms wrapped tightly around your waist. 

you smiled at the sight and moved closer to him, hearing a content sigh leave him before your own eyes grew heavy and you were back to sleep. 

the second time san woke, it was to the smell of waffles and syrup. 

padding his way into the kitchen to see you moving happily, plopping the cooked dough on two plates as you hum and move your body side to side. 

he leaned his head against the wall and held back a laugh, bit down on his lip and smiled at the sight of you cooking and dancing so happily. 

“did you make some for me, too?”

you jumped at the sound of his voice, your screeched “jesus christ!” making a loud laugh escape him. 

he quickly made his way over to you, hugging you from behind and pressing a kiss to your cheek as he mumbled good morning to you. 

“you weren’t kidding about the snow,” you tell him, craning your neck back to look at him all wide-eyed and surprised. “there’s so much!”

“i know, right,” he says, opening his mouth with a pleading look in his eye; you roll your own but can’t resist popping a piece of waffle in his mouth, making sure to douse it in syrup first.

he hums happily at the taste before detaching himself from you, helping you clean up and finish the waffles before ushering you both away from the kitchen. 

you don’t leave your spot from the couch all day, only ever leaving for pee breaks or to refill your hot chocolate mugs. 

your body rested atop his, your head on his chest and legs between his as you listen to the steady sound of his heartbeat. 

the fireplace was crackling and your favorite christmas candle was burning, the freezing storm outside a stark contrast to the warmth inside your apartment. 

“are you falling asleep?” you hear san mumble, your heavy eyes shooting open at the teasing in his voice. 

“no,” you whine guiltily, a pout on your lips that he can’t help but kiss.

but he also can’t help when, a few moments later, he laughs upon noticing your breaths turned even and body relaxed against his. 

he takes the blanket from the back of the couch and places it on your sleeping form gently, pressing a kiss to the top of your head before he also succumbs to a mid-afternoon nap.

song mingi - christmas eve date

“maybe we shouldn’t do this.”

“we already paid for it, baby.”

“do we really wanna crack our heads open the night before christ-”

your boyfriend tugged on your hand and brought you onto the ice despite your protests, your hand tightly grabbing onto his. 

“mingi!” 

his deep chuckle echoes through the cold air, steadying your shaky legs as you two begin to navigate on the ice. 

you and mingi spent this christmas eve finishing the last bits of shopping for tomorrow, dragging him from store to store for the perfect gift for his mother.

your day was packed full of visiting both your families tomorrow, the first big holiday since you guys started dating before going to his friend’s for a christmas slumber party.

your boyfriend took one look at the ice skating rink after hours of shopping and waiting on line and knew you guys had to try it; you, however, were much more hesitant.

“i’m scared.”

“don’t be, baby, c’mon,” his deep voice whines, pulling you closer and holding onto your cold hand tighter. “i’m not gonna let you fall.”

“i think i’m more concerned about you falling,” you admit quietly, mingi rolling his eyes before he lets go of you.

you stutter on the unfamiliar ground beneath you, arms flailing and voice squealing. you’re almost positive you’re about to fall back on your ass before he loops his arm around your waist, losing his balance for a second before stabilizing.  

he can only smirk at the look on your face, eyes narrowed and cheeks flushed red as he raises his eyebrow at you. 

“me falling?” he asks sarcastically, a scoff leaving your mouth as you stick your tongue out at him.

the more time you spent on the ice, the more you got comfortable. 

you never let go of mingi’s hand but he also never tried to let go of yours, both of you skating around the rink and laughing when a certain little boy kept looping you guys.

“i swear the little shit’s doing it on purpose,” mingi growled lowly, your arm knocking into him as you suppressed the urge to laugh; it took the kid doing it three more times before almost knocking into you that mingi told him he was on the naughty list and wasn’t getting presents tomorrow.

“you can’t just say that to little kids, mingi,” you chastise as you both take off your skates an hour later, your toes aching and hands freezing. 

“he was being a showoff and almost hit you.”

you roll your eyes before throwing him a blank look, the soft look in his eye one you can’t stay mad at long - especially when he drags you off to the hot chocolate stand a block over.

you two ended the night with mugs of hot chocolate and a gingerbread cookie to share, mingi feeding you every bite before wiping the crumbs from your cold lips. 

“let’s get you home now before you freeze, baby.”

jung wooyoung - first christmas

you weren’t sure what to expect for your first christmas with wooyoung.

your first valentine’s day had been surprisingly romantic, a home-cooked meal from wooyoung that resulted in you realizing your boyfriend had talent that rivaled a professional chefs. 

your first birthday celebration with him was just as fun as it was embarrassing, him serenading you at the restaurant along with the staff and making your cheeks turn pink.

your first thanksgiving was spent with his friends who you’d grown to love, watching as him and san battled over who got to break the wishbone with seonghwa. 

something they all had in common that, while wooyoung was always sweet and loving and kind, they were extremely chaotic. something almost always happened that created some sort of disturbance in the holiday. 

he hadn’t known you were allergic to tomatoes, so the sauce he made on valentine’s day made your lips blow up. 

he’d knocked over his soda when they placed your birthday cake down at the restaurant, promptly soaking the table cloth and you.

him and san couldn’t agree on the wishbone so they both broke it into several pieces, at least ten minutes of the meal spent picking shards of bone off the floor so no one stepped on it.

that’s why you were surprised when christmas morning was... peaceful.

he woke you with a kiss on the lips and a lowly mumbled, “merry christmas, love,” the two of you lounging around in bed for so long, you were almost late for an early dinner at his parent’s house. 

wooyoung at his childhood home showed you a nice side to the boy and it was one that you loved a lot; it was every bit as loud and crazy as the other holidays you’d had with him.

him and his mom’s identical laugh and his younger siblings and cousins running around like crazy. the food nearly went up into flames because wooyoung forgot to take it out of the oven and to top it all of, you both forgot the gifts at home. 

but it was still one of the best christmases you’ve ever had.

looking up at wooyoung as you both sat on the couch and smiling softly at him, kissing his cheek as he tightened his arm around you and hummed contently against your head.

“how was your christmas, baby?” he whispered in your ear, a smile lighting up your face as you met his gaze.

“it was perfect... thanks to you,” you mumble shyly, a smirk crossing his lips as he swallows down a wise-ass remark and, instead, pecks your cheek sweetly.

choi jongho - gingerbread house

you hadn’t met to start it as a competition - the deal at the store was simply buy one gingerbread house kit, get one free.

but when jongho saw them both sitting on the kitchen table a few days before christmas, he had challenged you and you couldn’t refuse. 

it’s why you’re both currently in the predicament you’re in, sat at opposite ends of the table with christmas music on and a merry cookie candle burning to get you in the competitive christmas spirit. 

“oh... wow. interesting use of the jelly beans,” you say to jongho, peeking at his house and feeling dread pool in the pit of your stomach - how did he get them in such a perfectly straight line? 

“too bad they’re the most disgusting candy in there.”

jongho let out a scoff as he eyed your house, holding back a laugh at the icing lining the roof of your house. 

“interesting pattern on your roof. were you going for the runny look?”

your mouth dropped open and you did what any mature person would do in a gingerbread house competition - taking the nearest bag of candy and flinging it at your boyfriend’s head. 

a look of shock and mock anger crossed his face before he shook his head. 

your eyes widened when you saw him rise from his seat and you immediately took off, trying to run into the living room before he quickly caught you around the waist.

you giggled and flailed in his hold as he demanded an apology from you, demanded for you to tell him that his use of jelly beans was smart and that they weren’t a disgusting addition to his house.

even though you have a distaste for them, you love your boyfriend, so you rose up on your tippy toes and pressed a kiss to his cheek. 

“you did a good job. i did better but you did good, too.”

“we’re not even done so i don’t know what you’re talking about.”

you were able to last at the table for 30 more minutes before a quarrel broke out again, this time your bag of candy bouncing off his gingerbread roof. 

your mouth dropped open when it messed up his icing and he could tell by the way your face paled that you thought you really messed up now; it’s why he simply plucked the tiny part of his own chimney off and took a bite out of it, a loud laugh leaving you as you ran over to plop down on his lap.

you opened your mouth awaitingly and he narrowed his eyes in mock thought, placing the cookie in your mouth when you whined a tiny “please,” that made a smile light up his face. 

despite the hard work and fleeting motivation, neither of you had any issue taking your houses apart to eat them and all of the candy - minus the jelly beans that jongho made sure to set aside for himself.

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Here’s my entry to the @pnatsecretsanta for 2020! @quarktrinity, I hope you enjoy! It’ll be crossposted to ao3, link will be in a reblog. Thank you for your patience!

Isabel: hey so

Isabel: when are u going to get here

Max: wat?

Max: its xmas ev

Isabel: you really need to get a new phone

Isabel: and remember? youre supposed to come to my place tonight, wait it out

Isabel: max?

Isabel: if you were spacing out again im going to kill you

Isabel: you WERE doing the face again now that i think about it

Max: u guys ned 2 mak imprtnt info cler. Y i spcd

Isabel: you need to listen! this time mr spender remembered to tell u and everything. youre not allowed to be mad at us this time

Isabel: in short, get ur butt over here before midnight. sneak out if u need to, thats what isaac does

Isabel: in long, if u dont santas gonna kill u

----

“Let me get this straight.” 11:30 P.M. December 24th, 20XX. Max sat in Ed’s room on a chair hastily drawn up, with a jacket pulled hastily over his pajamas and hat still jammed on his head, massaging his temples. “Santa’s real, he’s a spirit, and he hates all spectrals and is coming to kill us?”

“That’s a bit of an oversimplification, but yeah,” Isaac said, and Max shot him a glare. He could hear that smugness. “So like, there’s a lot of spirits that kinda grow from ideas humans have, right? I don’t know what’s up with Scrapdragon, but like, Muse came from the ideas around ancient Greek muses, like his name. They can be really off base but still have the same ideas- like Lucifer, Mr. Spender’s spirit, is just some lightbulb guy, but Lucifer does mean light and stuff, so they can just be along those lines. But like, a LOT of kids believe in Santa and think about him a lot, so there’ve been a few spirits that manifested around the idea of a guy who can get anywhere to deliver presents to good kids and punishments to bad ones, especially with stories like Krampus too.”

“But most spirits can’t interact with humans, so this guy mostly goes around to other spirits and ghosts and stuff,” Isabel said, distracted by her attempts to spin her umbrella like a top. “So he likes spirits a lot. And we kick a lot of spirit butt,” she punctuated this with a particular spirited spin of the umbrella, “so he hates us and comes to try to kill us every year. And because he can teleport, he can get inside the barrier. So gramps makes us all stay with him until sunrise every year so that all the adults can fight off santa and his reindeer so we don’t get put in a sack and teleported somewhere.”

Max groans and tries to fall backwards in his chair, but the chair doesn’t budge. “Your paint really isn’t good for drama,” Max informed Ed.

“Don’t be so dramatic then,” Ed snickered. “It’s not that big of a deal.”

“Says you, You just stay at home all night. I have to sneak out! My dad’ll kill me if he finds out!”

“I just put a pillow in my blankets and it’s fine,” Isaac says with a shrug. “If your dad looks harder than that, we probably have a tool lying around that can wipe memories or something.”

“I don’t want to mind wipe my dad,” Max grumbled, but resigned himself to slumping grumpily in his chair to watch Ed play some punching game or whatever. Bad enough that his own baseball bat might want to eat him, and he was trapped in this town with no way out- now Christmas hated him too. 

Isaac caught his eye and smiled sympathetically. “You get used to it,” he whispered.

“I thought I was used to it a month ago.”

Max jumped as a knock on the door sounded, glaring at Isabel’s laughter. The door opened without waiting for a response. Mr. Spender poked his head in through the door with a goofy grin. “Alright, kids! You all ready for this year’s Christmas night?”

Ed didn’t even look away from his video game, waving lazily. “We could use some snacks. That’d be nice.”

“Yeah, where are the snacks, old man? You want us to starve?” Isabel waved her umbrella at him like a grumpy old woman might a cane.

“You’re well fed enough already. I made sure of that.” It spoke wonders to how used to this existence Max had become that Mr. Spender knocking politely had scared him, but Isabel’s grandpa floating through the wall didn’t. The man’s bulk and imperious gaze still caused him some anxiety, though, and he had to consciously remind himself that he’s a punk, he’s cool, and he doesn’t respect anyone’s authority, even a scary ghost’s. Yeah, totally. 

The atmosphere of the room quickly shifted, and Isabel’s eyes dropped. “Yeah, I was just joking. Sorry, Grandpa.”

“Joke or not, this night is too much effort to make light of. My students and I are putting ourselves at risk for you,” Mr. Guerra said, looming over the room, “so only vocalize a need if you need it.”

Isabel glowered at the carpet. “Alright, Grandpa…”

“So. I will ask again. Are you all prepared? Midnight strikes soon.”

“We are, sir,” Isaac said. Max fought not to pull a face at Isaac’s please pay attention to me, authority figure tone, but for once it was helpful, so whatever. He could let it slide. 

Mr. Guerra eyed Isaac. “...good. We’ll get you once the sun begins to rise.” And with that, he turned away and slid down through the floor. Max could already hear him barking at the pupils below.

Mr. Spender grimaced. “Well… good! Everything’s all set then.”

Isabel grumbled, picking at the carpet.

“...trust me,” Mr. Spender said, forcing audibly fake cheer into his voice, “This isn’t a hassle at all. You guys getting stuffed into a sack- now, that would be quite the kerfuffle!”

They all stared as Mr. Spender slowly deflated. “...sure,” Max said. “Uh, we’ll be good, stay up here, it’s fine.”

“Great.” Mr. Spender nodded, stared awkwardly for a moment, and stepped out the door. “Well, Merry Christmas, children!” He shut the door behind him. Max listened with the others as his footsteps hurried down the hall to the stairwell.

Silence reigned for a few minutes, a distinctly uncomfortable experience for Max. It was almost impossible not to ramble, and he was reaching his breaking point and about to open the floodgates of inane and overly verbose chatter when Ed, thankfully, took point.

“That sucked,” he said simply, and Isabel groaned and fell back.

“I hate when he does that!” Isabel laid her umbrella by her side and waved her hands in the air exasperatedly. “It’s like he has no in between and I’m always either The Best And He’s So Disappointed In Me For Not Being Perfect or A Helpless Kid He Needs To Do Everything For! He always gets like this tonight!”

Ed paused his game, and reached around to pat her on the knee. “I mean, we could prove him wrong. We beat up spirits all the time, how hard could this be?”

“Okay, hold up, hand on,” Max said. “No? I- this is a terrible idea, you just got finished telling me about how if I wasn’t here I’d be killed by Santa, and now you want to go out there and fight Santa?”

“Well, not Santa,” Ed said. “Duh. He mostly just sends his reindeer to do everything and hangs out on rooftops.”

“And no offence Max, but uh…” Isaac scratched the back of his head.

“You’d totally get killed if you were on your own.” Isabel flipped herself upright. “All you got is that dinky bat, and magnet powers. You can’t even do a spec shot, dude, you’d get thrown in a sack in no time. We’d be fine.”

Max crossed his arms. “Alright, screw you too.”

“But other than that… that sounds like it could be pretty fun.” Isabel grinned. “Show the old man and his big dumb deer who’s boss. Maybe then he’ll stop coming to Mayview every year.”

“That would be pretty nice actually.” Isaac was clearly thinking hard- he had his broody face on. “I would like to stop having to sneak out every year. Sooner or later my parents will notice.”

Max shuddered. “Actually, yeah, Isaac has a point. I don’t want to die to Rudolph or anything, but if we keep having to do this, I’ll die to my dad, which is way worse honestly.”

“Your dad’s a teddy bear,” Isabel said, and rolled her eyes. “Stop complaining.”

“You haven’t seen him when I fail a test!”

“So are we going or what?” Isabel was already pulling her jacket back on, tucking her umbrella firmly under her arm. Ed bounced on the balls of his feet with a grin, already eyeing up the window and painting himself a rope. 

Max looked at Isaac, who shrugged and got to his feet. Max sighed, and stood up, regretfully leaving his scooter on the floor. “Yeah, alright. We’re going.”

Well, Max was regretting this. He was regretting this so much. He tromped through the snowy woods, eternally grateful for his boots. “Why in the world do we have to fight the spirits of Christmas in the woods? Why can’t we do it in town, or like, on the road at least? The roads we salted. The roads wouldn’t be as cold.”

“Cuz we’d get caught, dummy,” Isabel snorted. Or maybe it was a sniffle. “Either someone from the dojo would hear us and yell at us and get in the way before we can prove anything, or someone in town would yell at us and call the cops or something.”

“Maybe having people nearby to help isn’t a bad thing? You can’t just say that after saying that I’m the most likely person to die!”

“You came out here anyway,” Isaac pointed out, and looked all too unaffected by Max’s glare.

“I hate you. I hate you with everything in my being you- you chump elf.”

Isabel laughed. “Yeah, yeah. Anyway, this place looks pretty good, huh?” She stopped, looking around the snowy clearing they’d come into and turning in place. She nodded, satisfied. “There’s room to fight here, and we could come up with some pretty solid traps. Isaac wouldn’t have to worry too much about blasting a bunch of trees.”

“Looks pretty good!” Ed pulled off a mitten with his teeth and dug his paint brush out of his pocket. “What’re you thinkin, Izzy? Tripwire? Net?”

“Let’s go net,” Isaac said. “They can fly.”

“Plus, last time you tripped Isaac, remember?” Isabel elbowed Ed in the side. “Max and I are pretty fast, but Isaac needs some help.”

“Please. I can jump higher than your house is tall.”

“But you still fell just flat on your face,” she cooed. Isaac grumbled, cursing her just loud enough for Isabel to overhear, but she just batted her eyes and paid him no mind. “Okay, so,” she said, looking up at the sky through the hole in the canopy, “we probably only have a few more minutes before one of the reindeer finds us-”

And that’s when a dark shape, faster than cheetah and twice as forceful, barrelled into Max.  And off he went, hanging by the hood of his jacket on a wicked sharp antler prong, into the sky and away to the sound of jingling bells.

----

Things were quiet this year, Richard reflected. It was honestly a relief- maybe the spirit had finally given up. Probably too much to hope for, but, Christmas miracles and all. In any case, there seemed to be plenty of time to get the kids some mugs of hot cocoa and cookies to wait out the night with.

“Need any help balancing those?” Day asked, and Richard felt his mood become momentarily strained.

“Actually, that would be nice, if you think you could.” The tray of mugs and cookies he was balancing was quite the challenge, after all. Day reached up and somehow grabbed the plates of cookies perfectly- Spender could swear he saw her eyes flash for a moment, smart woman- and left him to balance the four mugs. A much easier task now.

“I really thought things would be more eventful, with how much Francisco was fussing over it, but everything’s pretty quiet, isn’t it?” Day smiled and followed Richard’s footsteps to the stairs.

“Well, usually there’s more cause for it, but the spirits seem to be laying low this year. Not an unwelcome reprieve in the slightest, but I do worry about Max… if this isn’t the new status quo, I don’t want him to get the wrong idea.”

“He’s a- well, he seems like a really smart kid,” Day reassured him. “I think he’ll make sure to be careful next year too!”

“I hope so. He does seem resourceful, but… he can be reckless.”

“Oh, I’m sure,” she said, before stopping with a small frown on her face. “They’re being pretty quiet…”

Spender listened for a moment himself. “Hm, they are… mayhaps they went to bed early?”

“That doesn’t sound like them.”

“No,” he said, dread creeping into his heart. “It doesn’t.”

He set the tray of cookies on the floor. He approached Ed’s room. He knocked.

He opened the door.

Richard’s lips thinned into a grim line as he surveyed the dark room. “They’re gone.”

------

Max screamed for his life as he was lifted faster than he could process into the sky. It was a clear, starry night, and they all looked like streaks as his captor circled through the sky, closer and closer to the top of the dome before colliding headfirst into it. Max didn’t have any more air in his lungs to scream as he was jostled loose and began to fall down, down- only to be caught again, this time like a sack of potatoes on the spirit’s back. He was overwhelmed by the sound of silver bells as he caught his breath, eyes screwed tightly shut.

Eventually, his lungs rallied to his call, and he was able to take in an unpleasant few gulps of animal-scented air. Max cracked his eyes open a peek- and immediately shut them again. Too high. He was way, way too high up. His heart felt like it was about to beat out of his chest, and the wind burned his face and the tips of his ears.

Hold on.

“My hat,” he wheezed reaching one hand up to grope the top of his head. “My hat’s gone!”

“Soon that will be of no matter.”

Max screamed- even he was getting fed up with his own screams at this point, but instinct didn’t seem to be on the same page.

“Quiet,” the rumbling voice said, and the spirit turned to look at Max. “Your sounds irritate me.”

The spirit that held Max on its back was by far the biggest deer of any Max had ever seen. It was shaggy and majestic, even as its fur was electric yellow, and its huge rack of knife-like antlers shivered as if they were made of candle flame. Its many eyes blinked, and it beared serrated teeth- a stark contrast to the many silver bells that seemed a part of its pelt. Max looked away, avoiding its cruel gaze, to see three pairs of legs, hooves thundering over empty air. And below him, seven more enormous shapes were blazing their way towards the distant forest clearing, led by an eerie red light. “Oh no, oooooh no, no no no no no no…”

“But yes, child. At last you have been retrieved, and soon your friends will be as well. Then, you can all face your punishment.” The spirit laughed cruelly. “I am Dasher, and I was simply the herald.”

“So you’re just, you’re just Dasher? Like from the poem? One of those things down there is…” Jeez, this was surreal. “...Donner? And, Vixen?”

“Many tremble in fear before those names. It would do you right to show some respect.”

“What? No, nobody does! You guys are like, goofy little stop motion dolls, man, how’d you guys end up looking like this?”

“Our powers are untold by your human poems-”

“Aren’t you guys based on the poems?!”

Dasher snorted and tossed his head in anger. “That is an egregious oversimplification-”

“I thought your name was Dasher, not Dictionary.”

The spirit cried out in frustration, and Max felt something in him settle a bit better. Poking things with words, he could do that. Just don’t look down. “So, uh,” he began, shifting a bit so it was less like he was thrown over Dasher and more like he was riding him, “why am I not in a sack yet?”

“Our pilot is attending to his annual business in Mayview,” Dasher growled. “It is we who have the ability to fight and fly- so it is we who collect naughty children. Once your compatriots have been obtained, then we may return to our stations.”

“Wow,” Max drawled. “I can’t believe Santa needs his reindeer to deal with three preteens.”

“You do have a teenager within your ranks. That does provide some extra challenge.”

“Whoa, wait, really?”

“Yes. He cannot fully be counted as a child by our pilot any longer- he has aged enough to become a teenager. It is not he that we seek.”

“Wow, that’s weirdly arbitrary and nitpicky.” Max was so going to tease Isaac about this later. If he didn’t, well, get thrown into a sack and… baked into a pie? Eaten alive? Thrown into a dungeon? Whatever. Try to be positive.

“If you take issue, you may air your complaints to our pilot.”

“Taking it straight to the manager, alright.” Max stared at his hands, balled in bright yellow fur, and took a deep breath as he relaxed them. He wasn’t going to fall, he was certain Dasher wouldn’t allow him, channel a Karen- and he released the fur, balancing on the spirit’s back with only his legs. Before he could lose his nerve, he swung his backpack off his shoulder and grabbed his bat. Okay, weapon acquired. Just… what to do with it.

Dasher huffed. “Puny weapon. Even with the power of an enslaved spirit, you cannot defeat me. Especially not with a spirit as weak as that one.”

“Ugh, not you too,” Max grumbled. At least this thing wasn’t getting aggressive. “I’m kinda tired of being called the weak one, it’s getting old.”

“It would have been better, then, if you had kept your power to yourself, and not bothered the true denizens of this world, as the other child does.”

“Other child-? You know what, I don’t know what you’re talking about and I do not care. Now let me think.” Max re-gripped Dasher tightly, this time grabbing the reigns, and looked around. Man, of course Max got magnet powers in the place where there’s no tall buildings anywhere- it would be great if they could pass by a skyscraper or two for Max to attach himself to. But alas… then, his eyes caught a gleam, a dark silhouette against the colorful lights of Mayview. 

A transmission tower in the woods. And they were heading right for it. Max shrugged his backpack back on to his shoulder and gripped his bat as tight as he could.

“Thinking will get you nowhere, child.”

“Yeah, but it’ll keep me quiet,” Max mumbled.

“True,” Dasher said. And started to turn back towards the clearing.

“No!” Max yelped, holding his bat out desperately- he knew the tower was too distant still, but he put all his will into the bat, trying to extend its power as far as he can-

Dasher lurched beneath him with a confused cry, the bells jangled, and Max’s focus was broken with a shout. Immediately, Dasher steadied beneath him.

“Child, if you do that again I will throw you off into the ground-”

“What- I don’t even know what I did-” Max’s breath caught as he realized what happened. The bells. They were metal, and he had what was definitely a terrible idea. But it was his only idea.

Quickly, before Dasher could retaliate, Max activated his bat. Dasher howled with rage as all the bells in his body strained in the direction of the magnetic center, and Max laughed with panic. 

“RELEASE ME AT ONCE-”

“No,” Max said, filled with thrill and panic, and directed Dasher back towards the clearing. The spirit barrelled towards it at supernatural speeds, a furious scream echoing through the night as he crashed into the snow like a comet. Max tumbled off of the spirit’s back, and the bat’s angle changed wildly, forcing Dasher in mad circles.

The other seven deer spirits, crowded in the woods, were as thrown into chaos as Isabel, Ed, and Isaac were, but Ed recovered fastest. “Max!” He crowed, head popping out of the snow. “You’re alive!”

“Somehow!” Max laughed, voice squeaky with panic. “For now!” In the corner of his eye, he noticed another spirit- a large one that was on fucking fire, so must be either Comet or Blitzen- and quickly swung his bat around to point at it. Dasher was forced to charge full speed into the other spirit, which dissolved into a wisp with a cry of shock.

Isabel whooped. “I can’t believe it! Magnet powers are good for something!”

“Serves you right!” He felt about to shake apart, and still dizzy from the crash, but spinning Dasher around like a top was easy enough- and the other jingling spirits were drawn in too. It was a glorious explosion of color, sound, and christmas spirits as one by one they melted each other away into whisps. Finally, only Dasher stood in the snow, puffing furious, cloudy breaths into the air.

“You will pay,” Dasher hissed. “Naughty children. You will not escape your punishment, this I swear to you.”

“Whatever you say, bub,” Ed chirped, and raised his scythe above his head.

“Wait!”

Max and the others turned back to look just in time to watch an arrow streak through the night and imbed itself in Dasher’s forehead. “No, no,” he groaned, watching Isabel’s face light up with glee.

Agent Day and Mr. Spender ran into the clearing, both panting and exhausted. “Thank goodness we found you,” Agent Day breathed, hands on her knees. “We were so worried that you were taken…”

“But I saw Dasher fall from the sky!” Spender’s chest heaved, and he swayed with effort, but he somehow managed to stay upright. “I’m so glad you’re all alright, even Dasher alone is quite the challenge to combat…”

“Nah, we got all of them.” Isabel grinned and punched her palm. “Max was able to yank ‘em around by the bells with his bat, and he got em all to poof each other. It was really easy to hit ‘em when they were all clumped up, too.”

“You- you really beat them all? Where are their tools?!”

“Right here, Mr. Spender!” Isaac called, arms full of a few rocks and sticks. “They’re, uh, not much to look at, but…”

“Amazing! Wonderful job, all of you- these will be great for the club’s stores!”

“But you shouldn’t have snuck out. We were so worried about you, and you’re glad we found you! Your grandfather is worried sick!” Agent Day wrung her hands together, cane stuck in the snow.

“Yes, he’s… not happy,” Spender admitted. “But, surely he’ll be proud when he finds out what you’ve accomplished?”

“Probably not,” Isabel sighed, sticking her hands in her pockets.

“...probably not.” Spender came over to put a hand on her shoulder. “But, for what it’s worth, I am.” Isabel looked up at him, then threw her arms around him. Spender smiled softly and hugged her in return.

“This is great,” Max groaned. “But I’m being crushed by a flippin’ reindeer, so can I get some help?”

Oblivious to Max’s irritation, Dasher continued licking Max’s hair life the reindeer he resembled. “You’re not so bad, I suppose. Resourceful child.”

“It always happens to me.”

“The arrow will at least last the night,” Agent Day said thoughtfully. “It should be safe for you to go home, in that case- you too, I think, Isaac! Since all the others are gone, after all… Maybe Dasher can take you home!”

“Nooooo!”

“I think that’s a wonderful idea, Ms. Day,” Spender said. “You could perhaps take Isaac and Ed back to the dojo, and I can take Isaac back to his home…?”

“Yes sir!” Day smiled. “Merry Christmas, Max, Isaac,” she said. “I hope you get back undetected.”

“Thank you, Ms. Day,” Isaac said. “You too.”

“You guys suck,” Max grumbled.

----

It took a bit for Max to wrangle Dasher into taking him home, but under Day’s spell, the spirit was a fairly easygoing ride. As Max climbed back in through his window to his undisturbed bed, he heard the spirit settle on the roof to keep watch for the sunrise. And, taking comfort in not being discovered and in the knowledge that next year, when he’s a teen, he won’t have to worry about any of this, Max changed back into his pajamas, settled into bed, and slipped into a deep sleep.

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Mystic Messenger Christmas Headcannons

A/N- Not my gif

Yoosung

Opening pajamas on Christmas Eve

Matching Christmas pajamas

Decorating the house together

You getting Yoosung the perfect gift (gaming equipment)

Lots of cuddling

Making homemade hot cocoa

Spending Christmas Day playing video games and cuddling

Getting Honey Buddha chips from Seven for Yoosung’s Christmas present

Yoosung acting like child in awe of the Christmas presents saying how lucky he is to have you

Zen

Lots of couple Christmas selfies

Ice skating together (Zen being graceful af)

Zen putting mistletoe everywhere

Lingering kisses under mistletoe

Getting Zen facial supplies for Christmas

Doing facials and watching Hallmark movies together on Christmas morning

Cuddling all day together

Jaehee

Getting Jaehee a keurig and coffee pods for Christmas

Baking Christmas treats for the RFA

You and Jaehee fangirling over Zen’s Christmas selfies

Waking up on Christmas morning and enjoying a cup of coffee

Spending Christmas morning watching Zen’s musicals and eating left over Christmas baked goods

Jaehee and you both getting each other Zen merch

Cuddling Christmas Day (no homo tho lol)

Jumin

Having a big fancy tree with evenly distributed Christmas bulbs

Jumin and you throwing Christmas party for the RFA

Jumin showering you with gifts and you bashfully saying he didn’t have too

Jumin saying he wants to shower you with all the gifts in the world to show you his love

Having a feast on Christmas Day made by Jumin’s personal chef

You spending forever to find the perfect rare book Jumin was looking and getting it for him for Christmas.

Cuddling with Jumin and Elizabeth the third all day while Jumin reads to you.

707 (Best Husbando)

Seven starting snowball fights

You and Seven building snowmen and Seven nonstop singing “Do you want to build a snowman?”

Seven hacking the RFA members phone to find out what they want for Christmas so he won’t only be the defenfender of justice but the best gift giver as well.

Seven and you creating lots of Christmas cards of you two recreating memes.

You and Seven forcing Saeran to wear matching sweaters with you two

Saeran gaging everytime you and Seven do something cutesy

Spending Christmas Day playing games and eating junk food feeling like a family.

V

Traveling to lots of snowy places with V to get the perfect Christmas card

Always having the best Christmas cards

Decorating the house and tree together

Listening to classical Christmas music and end up dancing with V leading

Making homemade gifts for each other

Cuddling and watching black and white Christmas movies

Making homemade sugar cookies but they turn out like rocks so you two just end buying some

Saeran/Ray

Teaching Saeran Christmas traditions since he never experienced it as a kid

You buying him gifts and him saying all he needs is your love

His favorite Christmas tradition is mistletoe which gives him more reasons to kiss you

Forcing Saeran to go see Santa with the help of Saeyoug

Showing him how good ice cream is when it is in hot cocoa

Constantly putting Santa hats on him, Saeran rolling his eyes but secretly loving your touch

Cuddling him and watching all the classic Christmas movies

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Holiday Pranks (Part 1) - John Ambrose x reader

Summary: You and your boyfriend, John Ambrose McClaren, play pranks on each other during a party held at Belleview, a senior citizen center.

Warnings: nothing really, just a lot of FLUFF --- This one-shot is based on the books. There are no spoilers, so don’t worry. However, if you’ve only seen the movie and are confused - Stormy and Alicia are senior residents at Belleview, where Lara Jean volunteers. Stormy is John Ambrose’s great-grandmother. That’s all you need to know.

Word Count: 2,400+

Notes: MERRY CHRYSLER. THIS IS MY GIFT TO YALL! Thanks for being patient and supportive. I love you guys <3

Listen to this beautiful cover while you read! It inspired this fic :3 ~ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4mgUh60_ea8

“Last Christmas, I gave you my heart But the very next day you gave it away! This year, to save me from tears I'll give it to someone special!”

Busy pinning your hair back with a bobby pin, you lean forward and take a closer look at yourself in the mirror Stormy had been holding up for you.  You tsk your tongue in slight disappointment in your appearance.  

The whole day you and Lara Jean had been running around Belleview trying to set things in order for the Christmas party that is to start in an hour. You had been busy decorating, baking, and setting up bingo games for the elderly residents.  All the while you also had been preparing the cute pranks you had planned to pull on John.

For the past two weeks, you and your boyfriend, John Ambrose, have been in this mischievous prank phase. It started when you binge-watched BFvsGF prank videos together.  Ever since then, you’ve been pulling pranks on each other in school and at each other’s houses. In class, you had taped a paper that said “slap my ass” onto John’s back and tied his shoelaces together. He also got you at your house when you had asked him to fetch you a yogurt cup. He fooled you by replacing your vanilla yogurt with mayonnaise - a condiment you unequivocally despise.  Thankfully, the small goofs weren’t serious; no one ever got hurt. 

Tonight, you have a few tricks up your sleeve for John. You had hoped that because it is party day, he had assumed that pranks are off-limits, meaning he would never suspect a thing. However, you know John is a clever boy.

“Come on, sweetheart, you look fine,” Alicia nodded in reassurance.

Stormy flips the hand mirror around. “Hey! I’m not done yet, Stormy,” you protest.

She fluffs her hair and makes a kissy face at her reflection, “Well, I think she looks haggard,” she shrugs.

“Stormy!” you cross your arms.

You didn’t have time to curl your hair or properly apply makeup. You didn’t even have a good outfit for the party.  All you had on is this morning’s eyeliner and mascara; you felt slobbish in your stripped, loose t-shirt dress.

“Stormy, don’t say that. Y/N is beautiful even in her pajamas,” Alicia says.

You huff in frustration, “Thanks, Alicia.” You twist your torso and look around the common area, “Hey, LJ did you finish setting up your gingersnaps?” you call out, knowing she also had been preparing.

At the corner of your eye, you see her peek her head out of the kitchen doorway to spot you before popping out in her dress, “Uh, yes!”

“Wowza! Lara Jean, baby! Forget what I said about you being a girl who gets her heart broken. You are turning into a heartbreaker. You look like Santa’s little helper.” Stormy winks and she laughs.

“Oh stop it, Stormy! Lara Jean will never turn into the likes of you,” Alicia rolls her eyes.

“Excuse me?”

While Stormy and Alicia get into another petty argument, you give a once-over to Lara Jean’s outfit. You didn’t even know she had changed attire already; she looks so pretty with her red lip and her hair down, curled and pinned behind her ears. She’s wearing a velvet, red tank top and skirt with white, faux fur lining the edges, complete with a Santa hat and knee-high boots.

A pang of envy began to grow in the pit of your stomach, obviously set off by Lara Jean’s cute outfit.

You drop your head back and groan, “Ugh, LJ, you look so good!” 

“Oh thanks, Y/N. Peter’s wearing a matching costume.”

“That’s adorable. Hashtag couple goals. I look like a bum though. I’m jealous.”

Stormy turns away from Alicia, “Darling, why don’t you just wear one of my dresses?” 

One of Stormy’s dresses? You knew Stormy’s clothes were a tad bit too spicy for someone her age. You’ve seen her in loose, exotic, scandalous pieces of clothing; you’re sure it’s not your style. You bite the insides of your cheeks, “Uhh... Are you sure it’s going to fit me?”

“Of course! It’s one of my favorite dresses,” she boasts, “Back in my day, I used to wear it to the Drive-In on Friday nights.”

You let out a breath of relief, “Oh thank god, you were talking about your old dress.”

Stormy nods with pride, but then quickly shakes her head in realization, “You cheeky girl! Last year I loaned Lara Jean my old nightgown.” She crosses her arms in an offense, and you laugh.

LJ snickers as well, “She’s right. It was quite racy.”

You sigh, thinking it over.  You look down at your t-shirt dress. It is wrinkled at the edges and has some spots of caramel and flower on it. It wouldn’t be so bad wearing one of Stormy’s dresses, right? You trust her fashion sense. If it was her favorite, it means it has to be at least better than what you’re wearing now. You shrug, “Okay, fine. I’ll try on the dress.”

“Yes!” Stormy and Lara Jean shriek.

~~~

Fifteen minutes later, you are looking at another mirror, except this mirror is in Stormy’s room; it is body length. You graze your thumb over the beaded designs. You smile at your appearance and nod in approval.

“Not bad Stormy,” you twirl. The dress was outdated, you admit. It is a little itchy at the neck hole, but you could live with it. It didn’t fit at first, also, until Lara Jean used her magic skills and used safety pins, so it could hug your body right.

“You look SMOKIN’!” Stormy cackles, “You almost look better than I did when I was seventeen.” The corners of your mouth curve up, and you roll your eyes, “Wow, thanks.”

“No, I’m serious! This dress is a stunner.”

LJ agrees, “You look sultry in that little back dress.”

“It was my lucky charm, you know? I magnetized all the boys. I bet my Johnny is going to love you in it!” Stormy squeals.

“You’re definitely going to distract John, for sure, Y/N. It might be an advantage for your pranks.”

You smirk, “You’re right.”

~~~

The lighting is dimmed down in the common area. Many of the elderly are still pilling in, while some who have already settled in are mingling.  The party has only just started, but you can’t wait for John to fall for your schemes. You had seen him zipping around the center - clearly setting up his own pranks, or else why would he be anywhere but with you? Because it is a holiday party, you had only planned to trick him twice. Hopefully, he goes easy on you.

You are silently standing behind a food table, waiting to serve anyone. You are sneaking some Oreos into your mouth when John finally makes an appearance to you. He’s wearing a gray suit with a baby blue button down. He slides behind the table and places his hand on your side, pulling you into him.

“John!” you giggle.

“Hello, m’lady!” he plants a wet kiss on your cheek before looking down at your apparel. His eyebrows raise, “Wowza.”

“Wowza”? He really is Stormy’s great-grandson. Such a dork.

“Do you like the dress?” you beam up at him.

He nods and kisses your cheek again, “You look adorable, Y/N. So cute.”

You pout as you take a bite out of your Oreo, “Just cute?”

“You look foxy,” he chuckles and moves a loose strand of hair behind your ear. Your eyes roll. 

“What?” John shrugs and slowly leans his head down to your ear. You can feel his breath blow against your cheek. It makes you shiver. “That’s,” his voice is low and raspy, “That’s my dorky way of saying you look sexy.”

The inside of your stomach flips at his unexpected boldness. You bite your lip. John suddenly cracks a smile at your innocent reaction, “Too cute.” He kisses your cheek again before pulling back.

You huff in frustration, wiping your sweaty palms on the tablecloth. John knows you’re putty in his hands; He’s going to pay for teasing you like that.

“Did you know it’s your great-grandmother’s?” you give him a small smile.

John’s eyebrows raise. He opens his mouth but quickly closes it.  He changes the subject, “So what’s in store for tonight? Ballroom dancing? Karaoke? Bingo?”

You laugh, “I think all of those things. You know how Lara Jean is - she planned the whole thing. She’s the boss. I just do what she asks.” You both look over to Lara Jean. She’s handing everyone holiday mint candy, while Peter, dressed in a Santa suit and beard, is goofing off and dancing with Alicia.

This is the moment - the perfect opportunity to catch John off guard and swindle him with your first antic. Karma’s a bitch, Johnny.

“Did you know she baked all the desserts for tonight?” you flutter your lashes up at him.

Along with the store-bought snacks, there were cinnamon buns, gingersnaps, molasses cookies, banana cake, and more - all made by LJ. John looks down and once-overs the many delicious desserts displayed on the table. “I have no doubt that she did.” He eyes the caramel apples.

You grin. Gotchya, bitch. The fish is hooked. It was actually you who had made the caramel apples. Caramel apples are one of John’s favorite sweet treats, so you had to make a special batch made especially for him. Little did he know, the one you’ll be giving him is different.

“Kitty helped LJ make the caramel apples,” you fib, grabbing two sticks of the sticky dessert - one for you and one for John.

John shakes his head, “Man, I miss that small fry.  He automatically takes hold of the skewer, too nostalgic to notice. “She’s a stubborn one, that kid. We should hang out at the Covey house over winter break and visit her.”

You bat your lashes at him, taking a small bite out of your apple, “Mhmm!” you nod, swallowing. 

As John instinctively brings the treat to his mouth, you watch him closely.  His teeth pierce into it, producing a loud crunch noise. His eyes immediately dash to yours. 

Gottem, bitch.

You smirk and put your apple down, preparing your plate of Oreos for your next scheme. John slowly moves the “treat” away from him. His mouth is hanging ajar - the bite he took still sitting in his mouth. 

His eyebrows rise; his eyes look bored with a sinister twang hidden behind it. “Y/N, what is this?” his words are slurred by the food in his mouth.

You snort, “Ew! John! Don’t talk with your mouth full.”

“Don’t talk with my mouth full?” his voice raises, sloppily spitting food bits.

You laugh and shield yourself with your arms up, “John, you’re disgusting.”

John swipes a napkin and spits into it, wiping all evidence away, “Oh, Y/N, I have to admit - that was clever.” The corners of his mouth curve upwards as he takes a step closer, “But you’re so going to get it tonight.” His subtle threat makes your stomach churn.

“But really what the heck was that? Because I know that was not an apple,” his face contorts as he licks his teeth.

“It was an onion, silly” you giggle.

“An onion?” his arm snakes around your waist. “You gave me an onion dipped in caramel? Have you tried it?”

As he moves in closer, you can smell the faint scent of onion coming from his mouth. Your face contorts, “No of course not.”

Suddenly, in one quick movement, John’s face darts towards yours, “Well it is just disgusting!” he smirks, aiming to kiss your mouth.

“Gross!” you laugh, leaning back and pushing his face away from yours.

“Smell it, Y/N! Smell the onion!” he purses his lips, showering your cheeks with pecks. 

You both giggle and laugh at his cute acts of affection. This is why you love John. Although he comes off as a smart, confident guy-that-every-girl-has-a crush-on, if you peel that back and actually get to know him, he’s really just a down-to-earth, goofy teenage boy. You are so thankful to call him yours. Knowing and seeing the real him is such a privilege to you.

“But seriously though,” his face twists, “I can’t get this oniony taste out of my mouth. Yucky.”

“Do you want me to pour you some water?” you offer.

He gives you a look, “No thanks. You’d probably replace my water with urine or something.” 

You roll your eyes, “That’s just nasty. I would never go that far.” 

“Yea, we’ll see. At this rate, who knows what you’re capable of?” he shrugs and smirks. You notice his eyes flash at your plate of Oreos.

GOTTEM AGAIN, bitch.

John has spotted the Oreos. You cheer internally, wishing that he’ll fall for the same trick twice. He’d never expect one prank after another. Also, he’s seen you munching on Oreos this whole time. You’re sure he has no inklings towards them.

He picks up one of your Oreos, “You know what?” 

“Hey! That’s mine. Give it back,” you feign annoyance. 

He shakes his head, “Nope! This is mine now. It’s what you get for catfishing me with an onion,” he pops the whole cookie into his mouth.

Yes! Mission accomplished. The fish has been reeled in.

Again, John’s face deadpans at the strange taste of his Oreo. He immediately grabs his napkin and spits. 

You hop in success, “HA! I got you good McClaren! You’re not the only one who can put mayonnaise into good use.” You had prepared a nasty batch of Oreos with the classic cream replaced with a layer of mayo.

He turns to you; his lips slowly form into a dangerous smirk, “Another prank, Y/N? Wow.” 

The look in John’s eyes playfully screams revenge. You know he’s a big tease, but you’d never seen him get so flirtatiously mischievous. You liked it.

John leans down achingly slow, making your insides flip. He kisses your cheek lightly before bringing them to your ear once again. He whispers - the blow of his voice on your neck giving you goosebumps, “You’re so gonna get it, Y/N. Game on.”

~~~

And that’s part one! I hoped you liked it! Please send in some feedback and more requests! :3 Also, my tag list is open! I just love TATBILB!

ples enjoy this goofy picture of Madeline Arthur, who plays Chris, and Jordan Burtchett who played (and should still be playing <_<) the role of John Ambrose McClaren. Ain’t he handsome?

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A Very Monster Christmas (Monster Roommate AU) PT6

Ok so this is the final chapter for part 2 but obviously theres a long way to go. I consider this the middle part of this whole story. Part 3 will be out later this week so look forward to that folks!

CH 23 Santa Baby

“Another successful French exit!” Leech sighed happily shutting her curtains from the blizzard that had begun outside. She jumped from her bed when a gloved hand tapped her shoulder.

“Pennywise?” her ears perked up.

“Probably not the one you're thinking of.” a gruff voice answered her.

“Oh uh hey pops.” Leech said shuffling uncomfortably.

“No need for the nerves Fangs you're family now.” Uncle Penny chuckled almost gently. He handed her a glass of warm red liquid that wide red smile making his eyes twinkle. The vampire cautiously sipped from the glass.

“Thanks? What’s the catch here?”

“No catch, you gotta put on some meat for the little ankle biters.” The older clown smirked patting her shoulder.  “Speaking of the brats can I say hello?”

“I’m pretty sure its only been like three weeks don’t think there's much there to talk to.” leech finished her beverage quickly licking the glass clean as she watched her in-law approach her.

“And I’m pretty sure this will go by a lot faster than normal Fangs.”

“Has something like this ever happened before?” Leech asked pulling up her shirt to watch her insides glow.

“I had tried it with a human once while Junior slept, self preservation attempt.” he grimaced a bit at the memory. “The host didn't last long enough…” the older clown paused when the savory flavor of fear drifted into his large red nose. “Don't worry Fangs, I think you have a much better chance at it.” Uncle Penny placed a gloved hand over her skin and made a similar trill to his younger counterpart his being deeper with a jazz like flair. The lights within her flashed rapidly like lightning in a bottle. After an awkward moment of silence he burst out laughing. “Oh man those are Junior’s kids all right!! Violent little brats!”

“Great, do any of them take after me?”

“Yeah the extremely vicious ones.” Uncle Penny started to laugh again at his own joke.

“Oh come on! I’m not that bad!” the vampire huffed pulling down her shirt and going back to licking the cup clean.

“Oh trust me Peachy you're bad.” Pennywise Junior stood in the doorway and smirked.  

“You like it though.” Leech beamed reaching for him to join her.

“You are very right my dear. I love it.” he grinned back leaning down to nuzzle his nose against hers. “I missed you.” he whispered warmly. The elder clown rolled his eyes.

“Get a room ya heathen.”

“I'm in it, you however are welcome to leave at any time.” the younger Pennywise cocked an eyebrow at his older self as he pulled his mate’s legs over his own. His uncle made a face and left to rejoin the other murderers downstairs shutting the door with him. “I’ll tell your mom you weren't feelin’ good. Don't bounce my grandkids around too much Junior.”

“Oh my god leave.” Leech groaned as her mate cackled his bells bouncing with him.“What’s put you in such a good mood?” the vampire asked as her hands found their way into Penny’s ruffles.

“Your mother fed me more cookies!” he purred. “She also wants you to wear this hat.” her clown pulled a santa hat over her bald head then grabbed the little puff ball on the end to play with.

“Wow you are easy to please.” Leech chuckled.

“Come, I wish to see Krueger beaten into submission by your video gaming before he leaves.”

“Maybe later Pen I want to be alone for a bit.” Leech mumbled and then grew silent again. Penny sniffed the air and roughly cupped her cheeks “Talk.”

“Am I really that easy to read?”

“Like a book.”

“Well since there's no hiding it. I'm overwhelmed.” she sighed and rested her head on her clown’s warm chest. “All this, the pregnancy, my mom, Mike Hanlon, finding out I'm a useless bargaining token. Did I tell you I still can’t influence minds without bleeding all over the place? Talk about a blow to my self esteem.”

“Peachy” her clown removed her from his lap and rose to his feet pulling her up to stand equal with him. “Do you know why I bonded myself to you?”

“You have an insatiable thirst for undead pussy?”

“Other than that.”

“I'm at a loss.”

“Because you are incredibly stubborn.”

“I can't tell if that's a compliment or not.”

“In all my time here you are the only thing I have met with enough fight to bare my offspring. Anyone of lesser will would not survive, you were made for me my love.”  

“You could've just you like your women high strung.” Leech laughed to herself and hugged her clown tight. She couldn't tell if it was from the hormones or just the feeling of hugging him that made tears well up in her eyes and she quickly buried her face to hide it as feelings came out in waves. “Shit. Now you've gone and made me cry.”

“It was not meant to insult-“

“I love you. Stop talking.”

“No.” he hummed petting the soft hat on her cold head. “I brought the plant with me!”

“The what?”

“The kissing plant the one you hang up?”

“Mistletoe?”

“Yess!” the clown bounced excitedly pulling said plant out from seemingly nowhere “I want to use it! That is what one does with their mate on this day yes?” he stared at her eagerly as he worked at fastening it to the ceiling.

“Move it over the bed.” Leech tugged at him a bit till his unnaturally long arm was over her mattress. “Perfect. Get over here baby daddy.” she giggled through her sharp buck teeth. Pennywise joined her with a trademark cackle that trailed off as he pulled her close cupping her cheeks in his large hands.

“What about our guests darling?”

“Fuck em. Party’s over anyway, we’ll just say I was having an emotional hormone breakdown or some BS.”

Pennywise made an amused rumble and brought his lips just out of reach of hers stopping to take in her scent. He shut his eyes and inhaled deep as thick sweet smells assaulted his senses. “I love you too little hunter.” he growled out seconds before smashing his lips into hers. Leech could feel the heat of his warm plump lips engulfing hers that were extra cold in the winter air. His embrace was heated as his talons pressed into skin and fangs sloppily dragged against lips.  

“You know” Leech panted between furious kisses “Mistletoe is a parasite.” Pennywise shoved his mate backwards onto her bed and crawled on top of her pinning her body with his massive form. His lips latched back onto her nipping at the soft flesh with his teeth while grinding his squirming erection down against her hips. He pulled off panting and still dry humping her making a goofy smirk in realization “Like our children!” he giggled.

“Oh my god you can't call them parasites” Leech laughed and gasped as Penny licked and kissed his way to her waistband dragging his long fingers over her stomach. “NO! OH GOD THAT TICKLES NO!” she shrieked and jolted as his claws ghosted over her skin. The clown’s eyes lit up like the twinkling lights that decorated the houses outside.

“Does it now? Maybe Pennywise should punish you for being so naughty this year hmm?”

“Oh no! NO PENNY!” Leech squealed as her clown started his assault laughing with her and getting lost in the moment. Deadly talons meant to slice throats sheathed themselves replaced with soft gloved fingers that danced ever so gently over her skin as she giggled and thrashed.

“Naughty, Naughty, Naughty!” he chanted as continued to attack her. Leech tried to grab his arms to stop him but Penny snarled grabbing her shirt and pulling it up off her head in one swift motion leaving it on her wrists as a makeshift restraint. He smirked in her face as he held her arms up brining his free hand back over her body. The clown bowed his head down and for the first time noticed the red lingerie she had hidden from him underneath her baggy pajamas. Pennywise sat as still as a statue until he a low rumble dripping with lust rattled from his throat. The eldritch’s claws ran up her sides in a much less playful way, all the way up till each cupped an entire breast and the creature loomed over his mate with an absolutely feral look in his eyes. “NaUghTy.” he hissed his voice baritone and distorted and Leech swore she saw steam leave his lips..

“Merry Christmas Ruffles.” Leech smirked her long front fangs shining in the moonlight.

The clown growled and manhandled her up till she was sitting on his lap his costume melting away into a more “holiday appropriate" one complete with a santa hat of his own. Leech impatiently pushed open his cherry red coat feeling his steel muscles underneath only to have her throat harshly grabbed and fangs graze her ear. Pennywise squeezed her neck tighter as he moved his nose and fang filled lips over the skin on her face hissing and inhaling her adrenaline filled scent. “Tell me naughty girl what’s your name.” he snarled pulling her face against him by her jaw. Of course he'd want to make this into some perverted Santa role play. Leech smiled nervously as her breathing labored under his iron grip.

“L-Lee-“

“Not tonight.” he snapped at her forcing her to look him in the eye. “Tonight you are Fuck Meat. understand?”

leech squirmed and panted “Holy shit penny…” in an instant Pennywise cut off her air and yanked her back against him.

“UNDERSTAND?!” he nearly roared and Leech prayed no one downstairs noticed the loud eldritch noises coming from her room. He eased his grip on her throat slightly letting air back into her lungs and she gasped out her answer.

“Y-y-yes sir!”

“That’s better my little toy, much better. Do you want to tell Ol’ Pennywise what you want for Christmas Fuck Meat?

“Well sir I was really hoping for a nice long candy cane.” Leech smiled and reached for his belt buckle. Penny wrenched her hand away and held it right below his jaws.

“Ohhh but you've been such a naughty girl Fuck Meat. Naughty girls don't get treats.” he growled and unsnapped her bra  “Do you know what naughty girls get?” Penny practically purred returning his grip to her neck just a little bit tighter than last time.

Leech shook her head in his grasp and penny moved her hand to his buckle guiding her to undo it.

“A thick piece of coal.” he hissed as something very large and very different sprung free. It was thick and the color of charcoal, a bit of precum beaded at the top and ran down its ridges. Leech swallowed hard at the sight of it.

“Merry Christmas.” he all but snarled into her ear as he guided her hand to touch what Leech would describe as the evilest cock she'd ever seen. The organ was strangely warm and slimy exactly what one would expect from an eldritch horror. It throbbed as she stroked him and Penny groaned when her nails trailed up the sensitive ridges.

“Yeeesss” he hissed forcing her head down to stare at his demonic cock. “Look how good you're making your Penny feel, it leaks for you.” Pennywise brought his hand to her bare breast pinching and twisting one of her nipples grinning wickedly when she moaned for him. “Need to get you nice and wet my little fuck meat.” he whispered removing her hands from him and laying her down. “Wouldn't want the little ones to get hurt.” he smirked at her as he removed her panties with his teeth licking his way back up her inner thigh. He licked a stripe up her pussy and then probed her entrance lubricating her with his massive amounts of drool. Leech gripped his arm and gave him a sharp squeeze and a pair of amber eyes flicked up from between her legs.

“Be careful ok?”

The clown broke character for a brief moment moving up his mate to kiss her cheek in reassurance “They are half me and half you. I promise they will be safe.” Leech turned her nose into him smiling and tracing her fingers over his cheekbones.

“Ok…ok you can continue.”

Pennywise growled and pulled her wrists up over her head. “That's not the game we’re playing tonight.” a pair of shadowy tentacles slithered out from the teeth at the base of his cock wrapping around Leech’s legs to hold them apart.

“Tell me again nicely, what do you want for christmas Fuck Meat.”

“You.” she panted “I want you.”

“You want me to what?” Penny grinned wickedly and ground himself in the slimy slick folds of his mate’s pussy.

“P-Penny.” Leech sputtered as the ridges of his cock grazed over her clit

“Tell me Fuck Meat!” he spat stopping his movements and resting his head at her entrance.

“P-Please Pennywise. Please I want you to fuck me.”

Pennywise let out a shaky growl and sent his hips slowly forward, Leech cried out as he parted her lips. Inch after horrible inch sank into her in what felt like slow motion. His bumps and ridges dragged along her inner walls and Leech could only imagine what they'd feel like once he started thrusting. Pennywise’s eyes had rolled back and his goblin shark mouth grew out of his lips in a silent scream. She was so perfectly fitted around his new cock and molten hot drool dripped from his gums onto his mate’s chest like candle wax.  

When he finally regained composure and started to move it took Leech everything she had not to let out a loud moan instead turning her head and biting down onto her comforter. She could feel the slow and steady drag of Pennywise’s cock against her walls and her legs wrapping tightly around him pulling his hips in to hit deeper. Penny let out a deep groan and snapped his hips harder arching his cock in a way that hit her in all the right spots. He knew her body like the back of his own hand and could make her scream if he wanted to. Penny gave his mate a few more test pumps then with a snap of his fingers removed his costume which cindered off of his skin feeling like static around Leech’s legs. He moved to lay on top of her his warm skin covered her cool flesh like an electric blanket as he began to hump into her at a steady rhythm. One of his claws gored into her thigh the other ripped into the mattress as steam left his lips in a breathy growl. Leech moved her own set of talons up his lean biceps then to his shoulders feeling the raw dormant power contained within the form he wore. The creature under the clown skin churred with delight as she panted out his name like a prayer. It didn't matter what form he took her as she loved IT wholly and completely and those three magic words they rarely said to one another came spilling out of her lips as his speed increased.

“Penny!” she found herself whining “Penny, I love you! Oh god I love you, I love you!” she couldn't control her babbling and involuntarily dug her claws into the marble white flesh of his back. Her clown let out a primordial roar fangs extending forward thrusts hard and feral. “Say it again love. Praise me!” he demanded losing himself to his mate’s body as he rutted into her with his new cock. He shifted it again inside her wanting to see what different sensations he could feel as his cock head flared open slightly to stretch her walls. Leech yelped at the change and Penny smiled wickedly into her skin his hot breath washing over her in waves as his speed increased again. “Mmmmmm take it Fuck Meat! Penny’s little cocksleeve! Yeesss take all of me! Take it, take it take iT!” he babbled until his language was nothing more than slurred almost-words amongst the churrs and growls. Sensory overload began to blur the vampire’s vision and she struggled to find the words until they burst out of her lungs in gasps “FUCK Pennywise I'm close, I'm fucking close! Please!” she begged him bringing him out of his trance and finally one of his hands moved off her breasts to that sensitive little bundle of nerves between her legs. Leech gasped at the contact arching her hips and pushing back into him her face straining and cracking from the pressure of holding back. “Go on my love, cum for me! Cum for your Penny. Cum cum cum!” Pennywise somehow managed to rasp out desperate to feel her squeeze and spasm around him. When she came Leech felt as if a meteor had just crashed and exploded in her body which seized tight around her clown. Pennywise’s eyes rolled back from the sensation, teeth extended forward as he grabbed her neck in his jaws holding her in place while he met his own release. His love growls rumbled through his body as Leech twitched with aftershocks till his cock stilled its pumping of floating seed into her.

The vampire somehow found her arms and wrapped them around her mate who still held her in his jaws petting his matted hair was about all she could do. Finally after what seemed like a thousand years teeth retracted from her skin and Pennywise pulled out, a trail of opal liquid floating around their bodies from where they conected.

“Holy fuck.” Leech panted as the clown collapsed with a grunt.

The eldritch groaned and yanked a blanket on top of him. turning away from his mates gaze.

“At the end there..it was almost like you were…..Pen was that your version of love making?”

The clown made an inhuman moo-like growl tucking his long limbs in as he flopped over onto his side. he refused to look at her and buried his face in the blanket letting out a low dangerous hiss.

“Look big guy I know you don't like talking about your feelings but its ok alright? I loved it and I love you. Also I'm fucking freezing give me some of that blanket.”

A pair of golden eyes flicked open then his arm lifted the comforter up like a cloak allowing Leech to slip under it and fit herself against him. She had never felt his naked clown form like this outside of sex his body was so smooth and abnormally warm. She liked the feeling and pressed herself into him more hoping he wouldn't pull away.

“How are the kids?” she asked bringing his hand down to her belly desperate to hear him say something. Finally he moved tracing his fingers lightly over her stomach then pressing his warm palm over her womb.

“Happy. You are happy so are they.”

“That’s cause their daddy knows how to make me smile.” Leech turned over and beamed up at her clown.

“Merry Christmas Peachy.” he finally grinned through cherry red lips and bunny teeth.

Leech leaned up and kissed the tip of his nose “Merry Christmas to you too Pennywise.”

The vampire buried her face in the crook of the eldritch’s neck letting his deep rumbling purrs and smells of chocolate and peppermint lull her into comfort. And forever safe in the arms of her boogie man, the queen of Derry finally fell into a deep warm sleep.

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YEAH MIDDLE PART IS DONE WOOH! The good news is I have basically 4 chapters of the next part of this story already written so the waits wont be so long until I get caught up to the start of IT Ch2 then obviously Im gonna wait to see how that plays out. So yay for me finishing things for once!

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Christmas with the Hollands

a/n: I wrote this all on mobile with no spell check because I’m not at home right now. I went back and fixed grammar and spelling mistakes.

warnings: none

request: nope

summary: You were going to spend Christmas alone but the Hollands weren’t having it.

You stretched and yawned, a little groggy even though you’d been awake for at least an hour. The clock on your bedside dresser read 6:36 am. Any other day, you would be asleep until 8 or 9 but today was special. You slipped out of bed and stuck your feet into the pair of reindeer slippers you’d bought a few days ago. Their little red noses jingled as you walked to your kitchen. The jolly Santa figurine you had placed on the kitchen counter smiled at you but other than that, there was no one else in your apartment but yourself. Today marked your first Christmas away from your family. Your parents would have loved to be with you but studying in Britain meant that visitation would be difficult. It made you sad when they broke the news but you understood. You had promised them that you wouldn’t spend the day alone and had even gone to a Christmas Eve party with some college friends. This morning, however, you were sure that your day would be spent curled up on the couch watching It’s A Wonderful Life and drowning in hot cocoa. But before that, you would make breakfast and open the gifts your parents sent in the mail.

It didn’t take long to make pancake batter and you were prepared to pour the first pancake into the pan when you heard your doorbell ring. You turned off the stove and went to answer the door, wondering if it might be a friend. “Who is it?” You called.

“Santa!” The voice from the other side of the door sounded familiar and you smiled when you looked through the peephole. You opened the door to Tom, who stood before you with a coat and hat and scarf over his pajamas.

“You’re skinnier and younger than I imagined, Santa,” You were happy to see your friend but also curious as to why he was here.

“What are you doing in this apartment?” Tom crossed his arms, looking very disappointed.

“Well, I was making breakfast. Why?” His demeanor confused you. What was he so upset about on Christmas Day?

“Did you really think I would allow you to spend the day alone? My mum sent me to get you. You’re gonna spend it with us.”

You grinned, “That’s very sweet of you all. I’m only in my pajamas though. I’ll just be a few minu-”

“You’re not supposed to come out of your PJs on a day like this!” Tom grabbed your hand before you could disappear back into your apartment. “Put on a coat and boots quick! Hurry, love, breakfast is getting cold!”

So you threw on your coat and swapped your slippers for your winter boots and let Tom lead you outside, still holding your hand. It was cold outside and a thin layer of snow covered every horizontal surface. It was hard to walk with your arms around each other but you did, and luckily the walk was short. You reached the Holland house and Tom opened the door, allowing a gust of warm air to rush over you.

The first one to greet you was Tessa, and you thought her tail might fly off because she was wagging it so hard. Next was Tom’s mother, who insisted that you call her Nikki from the first time you met her. She hugged you tightly and ushered you into the house with a warm smile. Harry and Paddy were sat on the couch, playing an unfamiliar video game that they had likely just gotten, but they looked away long enough to say hello. From your place in the living room, you could see Sam in the kitchen helping Dom finish breakfast. They greeted you kindly and you were reminded why you liked the Hollands so much.

Paddy groaned at the television screen, a little ghost rising up from his character signifying that he died. He saw Tom and beckoned him to watch him play the next level of the game. Being a good big brother, Tom agreed and sat on the smaller couch to watch. He made room on the chair and motioned for you to sit next to him. You complied and felt a few butterflies flutter around your stomach when he draped his arm over your shoulder. A hush fell over the house and you looked up to see all of the Hollands watching the two of you intently.

“What?” Tom was just as confused by their behavior. Paddy let out a small laugh and pointed above your heads. A string of red yarn was tacked to the ceiling and your eyes followed it down a few inches where it was tied to a leafy plant with small white berries.

“Mum!” Tom was embarrassed. You could tell because his ears and cheeks were dusted with red. You couldn’t see your own face but you were sure you were looking a little pink as well.

“But I had to,” Nikki explained. “It’s a loveseat.”

Her pun drew out a few giggles, including your own. Tom seemed to be having a hard time taking the joke. You realized that this might be the only time you had an excuse to kiss Tom without repercussions. You wished that this ordeal was taking place with friends instead of his parents so you could kiss him how you wanted, but you settled for placing a fat one on his cheek. Tom momentarily looked at you in awe before continuing his embarrassed pout. You heard a few ‘aw’s and laughed as Harry faked sick.

“Let’s move these shenanigans into the kitchen, shall we? Breakfast is ready, ” Dom announced while using the spoon in his hand like a baton. Everyone stood and drifted towards the kitchen, but Tom stayed close to you. While you waited your turn to get food you turned to Tom, who wasn’t so pink anymore.

“Next year, you should come to my house and have Christmas with my family, ” You watched his face light up at your suggestion.

“Absolutely, ” He began. “And next year I might bring the mistletoe myself.”

You laughed with him, stifling those butterflies as best as you could. Inside you knew you were looking forward to next year more than you let on.

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Here’s all the big video game holiday events going on – Merry Christmas and happy holidays!

Tis the season to be cheerful and play with video games. It is a particular time of year, and a great deal of programmers are getting in on the fun. But with all these games and just so many hours daily, which ones do you make time for? Well, ideally our list of all of the major holiday events now going on can help you pick. Read below to see if your favorite sport has some holly jolly content to enjoy!

A few notes: this list doesn’t count any paid holiday-themed DLC. Simply free upgrades and patches for all you good little boys and women. We also don’t have room to list every match which has a Christmas event happening, so if your favorite game isn’t listed here and you also want the entire world to learn about it, don’t hesitate to talk in the comments.

All that being said: Merry Christmas and happy holidays!

Battlefield 1 (End date: Dec 29)

Battlefield 1 is one of the renowned Christmas truce ceasefires that occurred during WWI with a new dog tag that most players get just for logging. People who log into before December 29 may also get one free Battlepack.

Call of Duty: Infinite Warfare (End date: Jan  1)

Infinite Warfare’s Genesis map is now becoming a festive sprucing up, and players who log in will get daily gifts including winter-themed skins for their weapons, including Salvage and Key bonuses, and much more.

Destiny (End date: Jan 3)

The Tower’s hallway are completely decked, and Guardians everywhere can enjoy putting silly masks including evil snowmen and snowglobes on their heads. There’s also new armor, Sparrows, firearms, and a good deal more to accumulate. Just log into and the Dawning record book will set you on your way.

The Elder Scrolls Online (End date: Jan 4)

The “New Life Festival” provides a run of daily quests which you may partake in, that can make you some amazing, winter-themed things and crafting materials. You will need to speak with Breda out of Windhelm to get started.

FIFA 17 (End date: Jan 3)

Free Ultimate Team things (packs, coins, etc) are all yours just for logging in every day through FIFA 17’s unique holiday event.

Final Fantasy 14 (End date: Dec 31)

While any player can log into and revel in the decorations of their “Starlight Celebration,” people who speak to Amh Garanjy in the Steps of Nald in Ul’dah can start a quest chain which essentially turns you to the FF14 version of Santa’s little helper. Plus, you can also obtain a particular Santa ensemble and Christmas-y decoration items for your residence.

Final Fantasy 15 (End date: N/A)

No time limitation here: a free upgrade has added new, holiday-themed frames for Prompto’s camera, as well as new outfits for Noctis, and they can be chosen at any time. You will also receive tickets to the Moogle Chocobo Carnival, however that will not be added to the match until January.

Gears of War 4 (End date: Dec 28)

“Gearsmas” adds snowball fights, horrible sweaters, and a lot of festive weapon skins (including gingerbread, that is just the top). You’re going to need to cover the cosmetic products, but they can be paid for using in-game currency so it’s possible to conserve your Christmas cash for something different.

GTA 5 (End date: Jan 9)

GTA 5 single-player is the very same as ever, but what is happening in GTA Online? Oh you know, the usual holiday in Los Santos: masks for sale, discounts on firearms, bonus rewards for stealing automobiles. Additionally: snowballs and a free pair of pajamas to get logging into.

Overwatch (End date: Jan 2)

A distinctive brawl mode where everybody performs as Mei and flings snowballs at each other is readily available for a limited time, but the true draw of Overwatch’s Christmas upgrade is the absurd variety of skins, emotes, sprays, and more which can be gotten via particular loot boxes, that are only accessible during the occasion. Seriously, that Roadhog skin is my all.

Pokemon Move (End date: Dec 29)

A few Gen 2 Pokemon have been inserted to Niantic’s augmented reality collectathon program, even though they can simply be hatched out of eggs, so bundle up and get ready to trudge through the snowbanks to get a Togepi. Alternately, stay inside where it’s warm and hope this a Santa hat-wearing Pikachu will pop up.

Rainbow Six Siege (End date: Jan 3)

Rainbow Six Siege is pulling weapon charms and unique Christmas-themed skins to players who can complete special challenges between now and January 3. These challenges (and their rewards) change frequently, so you will want to log into daily if you wish to receive them all.

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