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blizzardfluffykpop · 2 months ago

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Santa Baby

Summary: The cutie who tells Christmas stories in your library, dressed as Santa is completely endearing.

Oneshot

Fluff, Coworkers to lovers au

Word Count: 2,402

Requested by @jinkoh

Eric X Reader

Prompt: 1. A festive storyteller

[A/n: I live for shy/awkward Eric ngl. Is there no such thing as mango ribbon candy? Maybe not. But we can pretend that the orange ones are mango flavored here.]

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You’re working at the library’s check-in counter when it turns to two-fifty on the dot, and in strolls Santa. Or well, a man dressed up as Santa Claus without the beard, Eric. He waves to you with a big smile as he heads to the toy bin. He pulls out a red cushion before setting it on the floor and getting a selection of three Christmas stories. You’ve watched him over the weeks, and his mannerisms endear you. From how he expresses the stories with such jolly, you swear he has to have Christmas magic in him. Or how he takes care of each of the kids, always making them feel safe and making sure they leave with their guardian. To the plush Christmas dog, Olive, who he uses to demonstrate the reindeer in stories and passes around for the kids to hold for comfort. Or how he makes a point of greeting and talking to you every day even though he doesn’t need to. You scan in another book as you watch as all the kids gather in front of him.

You notice a new kid in the mix, and Eric happily introduces himself as one of Santa’s little helpers. The kid anxiously nods, and Eric smiles, “I think I have a friend just for you to talk to while we read!” He pulls out, “Olive, the other reindeer.” You shake his head at his joke, and the kid happily wraps around it and seems more comfortable. Eric gets them all settled and begins his story. You’ve heard it a million times, but it always feels as if you’re hearing it for the first time again. You smile as you listen to him while you check through records and ensure everything is correct before heading to put everything away. You smile as you push the cart around, watching the pompom on his Santa hat bounce around as he reads and enacts it.

The kids start leaving with their parents as Eric finishes the last story. You grin and wave as you tell them goodbye, and they tell you both to have a good day. As the last kid is picked up, you click through a few more things when you hear him come over, and he asks, “Did you enjoy today’s stories?” You look up at him, “As always. You did excellent, Mr. Claus.” He grins, “Thank you, all in jolly days' work.” You shake your head with a smile at him before asking, “So, where are you off to now?” He hums, “The candy shop.” You tilt your head, “Oh?” He smiles, “I asked the parents last week if their kids were allergic to anything, and the newest parent today, too. So, I’m heading out to get ‘em some candy.” You smile, “That’s sweet of you.” He shrugs, “It’s the least I could do for them.” You look at the clock. A minute until you could leave, “Do you mind if I tag along? I could use a few stocking stuffer gifts.” He grins, “Not at all.” You clock out as the minute turns, quickly fetching your stuff.

When you return, he’s no longer wearing his Santa hat and red cape with white trim. He’s wearing a nice thick puffer jacket and a gray beanie. “Oh? I thought you wore your outfit home?” He shakes his head with a laugh as he tells you, “No…” You guys walk to the nearby candy store, talking about anything that comes to mind before entering. You both part ways as you look for ribbon candy for your loved ones while he finds some candy canes for the kids. You stop by the fudge, look for your favorite flavor, check the price, and sigh, deciding against it until after Christmas. You finally find the ribbon candy area. It didn’t take long to pick out the flavors you wanted for everyone, and shortly, you were in the checkout lane. You wait for Eric to finish ringing up and leave the store with him. You move to be in front of the store's window.

You reach into your bag and hand Eric the mango-flavored ribbon candy you bought him, “I notice you’re always drinking something mango so…” He smiles brightly, thanking you as he takes it when his eyes light up. You tilt your head, and he reaches into his bag, “Oh! I got you something, too! I noticed you stared at it but didn’t get it, so…” He hands you the fudge you were looking at earlier, and you gasp, “You got this for me?” He grins, “Yeah.” You smile as you thank him and happily put it in your bag. When you look from your bag again, he says, “Now, we both have something sweet to eat!” You grin and nod.

He asks, “Would you mind if I walked you home?” You shake your head ‘no’, and he walks you home as you both talk about your Christmas plans. When you approach your apartment, he says, “You live in this building?” You nod, and he smiles, pointing at the adjacent apartment buildings, “I live in 1222 over there!” You gasp, “No way! We live so close! If you came in at the same time as I did, we could walk to work together.” He hums, “Well, I can’t do that… But I think it’s just as fun to walk you home.” You grin, “I agree.” You don’t wish for the conversation to end, but you know you’ll see him tomorrow, so you say, “I’ll see you at 2:50 tomorrow?” He nods, “Yeah, I’ll see you then, (Y/n).” You nod and wave goodbye to him, and he waves goodbye until you head inside your apartment building.

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Like clockwork, he’s there at two-fifty, and you couldn’t be happier to see him. He has lensless golden-rimmed glasses to fit the Santa image, and they make him look even more handsome. He visits your counter, “Did you have any of your fudge?” You grin, “A little piece, and it was delicious. Did you try the ribbon candy?” He nods, “Yeah! I had a small piece. It was good!” You nod before you ask, “What are you reading today?” He grins, “‘Twas the night before Christmas.” You smile, “I love that story the most.” He tilts his head, “Really? Even though you’ve heard me say it like… at least twenty times now?” You smile, “You breathe new life into them. I love how you tell them.” He looks down, his ears red, as he thanks you. The library door opens, and he looks up, “I gotta run!” He quickly dashes to get everything set up for the kids. As he gets all the kids settled in, you push around the cart, putting away the checked-in books.

You catch him handing out the sweet treats for them to eat as he tells the story. He reminds them to clean up after themselves as he does. And they thank him for the presents. You smile as they all eat their candy canes and diligently pay attention to him. You hear him start the story, “‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house. Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.” He makes little mouse sounds, and the kids giggle. You watch from the aisle you’re putting your books on to see his arms stretch out as he describes Santa and the actions he does to look like he’s going down a chimney. You can’t help but giggle at his antics, and all the kids turn back to look at you. You didn’t realize your giggle had been so loud. He looks up at you, the pompom on his hand bobbing up as he blushes. “He looks just like Santa! He has rosy cheeks!” A kid exclaims, which makes Eric even redder. You mouth a little, “Sorry.” He shrugs and smiles at you before he continues telling the story theatrically. It makes your heart feel all fuzzy as you check in books and do your job. You happily listen and watch his antics when you can. And even though you’ve heard the story a million times by now, and at least twenty times from Eric himself. Yet, you can’t help but feel as if you’re hearing it for the first time all over again. You finish up putting the books away as the poem nears the end. You sit in your chair and decide to watch him for a little break. He hops up and exclaims, “HAPPY CHRISTMAS TO ALL, AND TO ALL A GOOD-NIGHT!” If Eric wasn’t supposed to be a storyteller for the library, you’re sure your compulsive ‘shh’ would have come out. All the kids giggle and cheer at that, and you can’t help but giggle again.

He grins at you before he looks around the library as if checking for on-listeners. You tilt your head, and he sits back down, “Do you kids wanna know a secret?” You shouldn’t try to listen, but you desperately wanted to know, wondering if it was about you. He leans down as they all lean in, and you hear a hushed whisper before they all break apart and start exclaiming, “When will you ask!” And one kid goes, “Won’t you catch cooties from dating?” That makes the rest of the kids gasp, “You won’t catch cooties, will you?!” He laughs, “No… No, you can’t catch those when you reach my age. And someday soon, I’ll ask.” The kids make various noises of disappointment before they whisper amongst themselves. One kid cheers, “You should ask now!” And the rest start chanting, “Ask! Ask! Ask!” You’re so confused by this point. What did the kid mean about catching cooties from dating? And why were they all chanting ‘ask’? And you see him turn redder and redder by the second. It looks like the confidence that he usually has completely evaporated. Before he takes a deep breath in, catching your eyes, he smiles, garnishing whatever confidence he has left, “Okay, I will!” All the kids cheer, even the one who was worried about cooties does.

You tilt your head as he approaches your counter and see the kids all whispering and looking over at you. Did all of that have to do with you? You catch his hands fiddling before he puts his arm on the counter, trying to look all cool. “I um… Hi.” You smile, “Hi.” He pauses, turning his head to look down, and you notice a kid tugging at his red and white cape. He holds out his hand as they give him Olive. You smile, knowing the kid was trying to make him feel better and less nervous, and he tells them, “Thank you, sweetheart.” Before patting their head, you watch the kid rush back to the circle. All of them are craning their heads to listen. You raise your brow as he squeezes Olive a few times before placing the plushie on the counter. You give it a little wave, and he waves their paw back. He gulps, “I was wondering… if I uh… If we could- if you’d like to go on a date with me?” Your eyes dart to the clock on the computer, “Well, what do you say when my shift ends, we do?” His voice squeaks, “Really?” Before he clears his throat, “I mean, uh… Really? You wanna go out with me?” You nod, “I’d love to.” You hear all the kids cheer and giggle with themselves. He giddily walks over to the kids, making Olive’s jingle bell on her hat ring as he shakes her in excitement. You grin as he walks away, happily typing into your computer, excited for your date later. He reads a new Christmas book just as theatrically as his last reading. And your heart melts endlessly at how much joy he was bringing the kiddos he was watching.

When it’s time to leave, all the kids wish you a good day as they rush off with their parents. When they’ve all gone home, you see Eric standing there fiddling with Olive’s ears when he asks, “You sure you want to go on a date with me? You weren’t just saying that to please the kids, were you?” You smile as you clock out from your computer; instead of telling him, you ask, “Can I see Olive for a second?” He nods, handing her over before moving to fiddle with his cape’s toggle button. You pretend to have a little conversation with her and have her speak for you, “(Y/n) says that you’re very cute. Mhmm.” You have Olive nod and continue talking in a higher voice, “And they’ve wanted to go on a date with you for a while now.” He looks at you with shock, “Really?” You nod, look directly at him, and in your normal voice, you tell him, “Watching how caring you are with the kids and how much you make them and me laugh. I couldn’t help but fall for you.” He grins, and you come around the counter, placing Olive back in his hands. He smiles before he whispers to Olive and makes her speak, “Eric finds you very cute, too. And has wanted to ask you out since you first giggled at his storytelling.” You blush and follow him out after he exchanges his accessories for his regular clothes.

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As you walk home together, hand in hand, you ask, “If we were to start dating, would that make you my Santa baby?” He hums, “Yeah? But only if you say yes to dating me.” You laugh as your cheeks turn red, “Maybe… If you ask properly.” When you stop in front of your apartment complex’s door, he asks, “Would you like to make it official and be mine?” You scrunch up your nose, acting as if you’re thinking about it before saying, “Only if you get to call you mine too, Santa baby.” He gives you a hearty chuckle, “Deal.” You both laugh and you kiss his cheek, “I’ll see you tomorrow?” He tilts his head, “But tomorrow’s Saturday…?” You wait for him to get it, and his eyes grow wide, “Oh yeah, of course!” “Does 1 pm sound good to you?” He grins, “Perfect! I’ll see you tomorrow, baby!” He kisses your cheek goodbye. And you both excitedly head to your apartments, ready for this new beginning.

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blizzardfluffykpop · 2 months ago

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Missing You

Summary: You’ve missed your boyfriend terribly over the past month, and knowing he wouldn’t be coming home for Christmas made you miss him that much more.

Oneshot

Hurt/Comfort?, Fluff, Established Relationship au

Word Count: 945

Requested by @jinkoh

Kevin X Reader

Prompt: 8. “I wish you could come home for Christmas” “Open your door”

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It’s your first year without each other on Christmas, and at first, you didn’t think it’d matter much. After all, you’ve spent months apart from each other plenty of times. But seeing all the couples walking together mitten in mitten just made you crave your boyfriend that much more. You missed him so much, from his warm hugs to his dorky laugh. You do your best to hide it very well every time he calls you while he’s away. You want him to have fun and enjoy his time with his family that he was vacationing with. You didn’t want to ruin that. Even though it breaks your heart knowing you’ll have to exchange presents after the holiday. And even if the couples walking mitten in mitten were singed into your memory, you have to hold it together and not let it show how badly you missed him. You look at the time on your phone. It’s around the time he usually calls, and you promise yourself to be brave. Not a moment later, he calls, and you’re not sure what has gotten in you after you had promised yourself to be good.

Because when he asks you how you’ve been, you finally break, sniffling, “I wish you could come home for Christmas.” He hums, “Open your door.” You blink your tears away, trying to understand if you heard him clearly, and he says again, “Come on, baby, open the door.” You wipe your eyes, phone still in hand, as you rush to the front door. You grab the door and twist it open, and it reveals the man you’ve missed most in the world. You drop your phone onto the floor and throw your arms around him, “I’m so happy to see you, Kev!” He chuckles into your shoulder, “I wanted to surprise you, darling. I knew you were hiding your loneliness. And I missed you so much too. I couldn’t stand to spend Christmas without you.” You cry into his arms as you hold him tighter. He moves inside the entrance. So, he’s no longer letting in the draft.

He shuts the door behind himself and gently scolds, “My sweet baby… You don’t have to hide that you miss me.” You look down, and he hums, “I know why you were doing it. But it’s okay. I’d come back in a heartbeat if you asked.” You sigh, “But… I didn’t want you missing out on any valuable family time.” He shakes his head, “I wouldn’t be because you’re family to me too. You’re my home. You own my whole heart. Next time, you’re coming with me. I don’t want you to miss out on that valuable time either. They complained about you not being with me either.” You laugh, “Okay… You’re my home, too. And really?” He grins, “Yeah, they love you to pieces, baby.” He pulls you into his lap and peppers your face with kisses, “I love you so much. I missed you to pieces.” You kiss his nose, “I love you too. I missed you so much more.” “Nuh-uh.” “Yeah-huh.” He shakes his head, rolling his eyes, “Come here.” He wraps his arms securely around your waist, and you wrap around him, snuggling into his shoulder.

As you sit there in silence, just taking in each other’s presence. You notice his heartbeat slowing down. And you look over to see his closed eyes, “Are you falling asleep?” He hums without opening his eyes, “It was a long flight.” You hum, “Okay.” He adds as he snuggles into you, “And you’re also my personal teddy bear. So…” You laugh at that, “What do you say we go upstairs and sleep before Santa gets here?” He keeps his eyes closed, “Okay.” You lead him up the stairs after getting him out of his coat before snuggling into bed together.

You wake up excited to finally wake up beside Kevin after so long of being without him. With your eyes not fully open, you search the bed with your hands and find he isn’t beside you. You pout. Maybe him coming home was just a figment of your imagination because of how much you missed him. You wipe your eyes awake and hear from the doorway, “You’re up early, baby…” You look over and see him holding two mugs, and you can’t hide the delight you feel at seeing him. He asks as he comes closer, “What do you say to a slow Christmas morning?”

You think about it before happily telling him, “I’d like that.” He hands you your mug, and you take a few sips from it as he gets in beside you. You lean your head on his shoulder, “You’re the best Christmas present I could ask for.” He hums, “Why do you say that?” You smile lightly to yourself, “I’ve missed you so badly… And finally, getting to have you beside me right now is everything I could want and more.” He kisses the top of your head, “You’re the best Christmas present I could ask for too. I knew I would miss you terribly, and before I left, I booked the flight back. It’s funny… You’re right beside me, and I still miss you so much.” You take another sip before looking over at him and telling him, “Funny, I’ve been thinking the same thing, too.” You move from his shoulder, holding your cup steady, and bring him for a kiss. “I love you so much, Kev.” He grins, “I love you more, bug.” He pulls you in for another kiss, and you can’t think of a place you’d rather be than in his arms on Christmas morning.

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