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pinkykats-place · 4 months

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BakuDeku Seasonal: Winter/Christmas 2023

AO3 FanFic Recommendations

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None of the stories below are mine.

Some contain mature content.

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Broken Noses and Christmas Wishes by @mikacrispy

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

One Shot | Pro Hero au

Rated - Teen & Up

All I want by DemonyteKav

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

{One Shot}

Rated - Teen & Up

15 Years of Loving You by Fawn_Eyed_Girl, kalcia

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

He never thought he’d give Izuku the letter.

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

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

One Shot | Pro Hero au

Rated - Teen & Up

Secret Santa by magickbeing

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

{One Shot}

Rated - Teen & Up

Clean up in aisle 5 by MzMirrorz

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

This Christmas however?

"Hey, Kacchan!"

This Christmas was a little different.

One Shot | No Quirks au

Rated - General Audiences

Santa, Baby! by SweetSide

Summary: Deku is given a very special Christmas Mission

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

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

“You’re a hero, Deku.”

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

One Shot | Pro Hero au

Rated - General Audiences

Christmas Every Day by Mikacrispy

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

{One Shot}

Rated - Explicit

I’ll Keep You Warm, Deku. by casserolecasss

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

{One Shot}

Rated - Teen & Up

Series: Domestic December 2023 by OlithePoet

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

{8 One Shots}

Series: Headaches and Holidays by TaakoTaco24

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

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

Which led him to today.

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

“No shit.”

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

— — —

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

Part One: 17 Chapters

Series: 4 Works

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pfhwrittes · 4 months

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boxing day sales? boxing day sales.

(boxing day, 26th december. for some ungodly reason it’s a crazy day for retail — my comparison for the USA/North American folks would be similar to Black Friday)

fun fact: B&Q never used to close for Boxing Day, that’s changed in recent years but I have worked boxing day before and it is hell on earth.

the boys working boxing day below:

simon hates it. refuses to leave the safety of the warehouse. won’t even leave through the doors to cut across the shop floor for a cigarette. man has nicotine patches up and down his arms. has shouted at four customers today for trying to get him to bring out stock they want. changed the sign hanging on the warehouse doors to “IF YOU’RE NOT JOHN PRICE YOU CAN FUCK OFF”. will be getting disciplined for his attitude as soon as the store manager can find him (it’s been 6 hours and simon is still successfully evading the man).

gaz is amazing. he’s sold 3 complete kitchens, 4 bathrooms and 1 bedroom already today. continues to charm the arse off of every client that he sees and poaches clients that are waiting for other members of the design team. the only sign that he’s getting fatigued is the constant mug of coffee by his computer and slight tightness around his eyes.

soap also hates it. far less successful with avoiding being disciplined and has been pulled up for groaning in the face of a particularly prickly customer. he doesn’t care. he hasn’t left the paint desk in three hours and he wants to go off for a walk. he’s frustrated that he can’t go off on his little jollies around the shop to bother his favourite people because everyone is too busy. will absolutely sulk in the staff room when he can.

price has a vein throbbing in his forehead. he’s spent the majority of his shift at the customer service desk backing up the team members that are being berated by arseholes wanting a refund on christmas decorations that have clearly been used. “listen, store policy is that used electricals get written off and the customer gets a credit note for the value of them. if they have a problem, i’ll deal with it.” jesus christ let this man outside for a cigarette before he strangles the next miserable twat with the fairy lights they’ve brought back.

#cod fic #kyle gaz garrick #john soap mactavish #captain john price #simon ghost riley #retail hell au #pfh rambles #kg #jp #sr #jm

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remuswriting · 5 months

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YOU KEEP ME CLOSE; SAWAMURA DAICHI

The only time Y/N gets during his shift to take off his binder is his lunch. It goes similarly every day when waiting for it to come around.

WARNINGS: Trans Male! Reader; Fluff; Cashier Things

WORD COUNT: 1,242 words

NOTES: Bestie/coworkers Iwaizumi & Y/N is so important to me. Also, you should be taking breaks with your binder!!! I try to take mine off during my lunch so I don't hurt my ribs. Y/N's ribs aren't bruised in this, just sore from wearing it.

No gender dysphoria in this. It doesn't add anything to it, so I'm just going to keep the lighter vibe going on here.

Breathing hurts—well, it’s more his ribs than breathing. As he breathes, everything expands, and it hurts. So, he looks at his watch for the third time in 10 minutes to see how long until his lunch break. However, minutes feel like hours whenever it gets like this.

“Time doesn’t pass by faster spending it like that,” Iwaizumi says, and Y/N looks over at him. They’re standing at the end of the aisles for the registers waiting for customers to checkout.

“Time doesn’t pass by fast no matter what you do here,” Y/N says, and he notices a woman with an empty shopping cart walk past them. He gives her a warm smile. Retail has to be one of the most painful jobs anyone can have for lots of reasons. One of them being time never passing by quick enough.

Iwaizumi rolls his eyes, and it’s a better reaction than when he hits Oikawa for something stupid shit. He’s never hit Y/N before, but Y/N doesn’t think he’s hit anyone but Oikawa before. It’s most likely a childhood best friend thing that he only gets away with because no one in management has seen him hit sense into Oikawa.

Christmas music plays over the speakers as they straighten up around their registers. It’s that time where there aren’t too many customers in the store, but even if there are, they want self-checkout. Y/N focuses on straightening the gum boxes, pretending his chest isn’t aching.

Don’t look at your watch. Don’t look at your watch. Don’t—

“Are you okay, L/N?” Iwaizumi asks, and Y/N doesn’t look at him, trying to get things perfectly straight.

“Uh, yeah?” he says, and the boxes aren’t cooperating. “Why?”

“You just… You seem a little off.”

Y/N looks over his shoulder at him, and Iwaizumi just seems concerned. Y/N is grateful to have Iwaizumi as a coworker, but he can’t just say that he’s in pain because of his binder. Lunch is the only time he has to take it off and breathe during his eight-hour shift, so he wants it to come faster. He can’t say that, though. It doesn’t matter that Iwaizumi wouldn’t hate him. Y/N just doesn’t tell people. It’s safer, and he has more control that way.

“I’m just hungry,” he says, which isn’t a lie. Having to scan warm food from the deli that smells heavenly is making his stomach grumble. His pocket vibrates, and he quickly pulls his phone out. He can’t stop himself from grinning. “I speak of food and get a text about lunch.”

“Is Sawamura-san stopping by?”

Y/N nods as he tries to bite down his smile. “Yeah, he needs to buy some ingredients. I told him what register I’m on.”

“So he’ll be coming to my register,” Iwaizumi says, and he doesn’t sound upset. There’s actually a faint smile there. (Oikawa once told Y/N that Iwaizumi thinks Daichi is great for Y/N and that he loves seeing Y/N happy. Iwaizumi would never tell him that, though.)

“Yeah, but it’ll be a while, so you still have to have me for the time being.”

“Hopefully, a customer needs to be checked out soon.”

Y/N gasps, a hand immediately covering his heart. “Iwaizumi-san! You wound me!”

Y/N laughs while Iwaizumi just shakes his head slightly and goes back to straightening things. Y/N’s laughter dies down, and he looks at Iwaizumi for a moment before going back to what he was doing.

He was 19 when he came out. It was an impulsive decision that he figures happened because he was so exhausted from shoving himself into some box that didn’t fit him. He was forced to be somebody else—future and all. Absolutely no control of what he could do. So he snapped. He cut his hair, informed everyone around him he’s trans, and cut out so many people for not accepting him. Although it seems so easy to some people, it was so isolating. It was the most alone he’d ever been, but then he met Sugawara and Daichi, and things fell into place. Sometimes it feels like a lifetime ago, even though it’s only been three years.

“Are either of you open?” someone asks, and he looks up to see an older woman. He smiles at her—his retail smile—and nods.

“Yes, I can get you right over here,” he says, and hopefully this makes time move by faster.

Scanning the woman’s groceries takes far longer than he originally thought. He hadn’t fully processed she had two full carts of groceries until she had unloaded half the first cart on the belt. It’s fine, though. He gets through all of it right as Daichi is in Iwaizumi’s line. They make eye contact, and Y/N smiles at him.

“Your total is going to be—”

“I’ve already inserted my card,” she says, and he nods as he goes through the motions. That’s when Aran, his manager, appears behind him.

“Go on your lunch after this,” Aran says before looking at the woman with a dazzling smile. It’s the one he gives customers since it’s so forced, but from first glance, you wouldn’t realize that. “Ma’am, would you like a carryout today?”

She looks at Aran with wide eyes, probably not expecting to be spoken to by him. “Yes,” she says, and the word sounds slightly choked. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” Aran says before hurrying around to the other side of the register to help her and Y/N filling up her cart. As he does so, he speaks into the walkie talkie. “We need a carryout on register 14.”

Kiyoko comes up behind them, and Y/N quickly logs out so she can log in. He looks at Aran. “I’m going to lunch now. I’ll tell them to page someone when I pass customer service.”

“Bye, Iwaizumi-san,” Daichi says, and Y/N nearly runs into him at the end of the aisle. Daichi looks at him and smiles. “Hey there, stranger.”

Y/N smiles back, and he wants to hug him. He wants to pull him in close, even if it’d hurt a little. It’s okay because they’ll go home for a while, and he can take off his binder to breathe for a bit.

Instead, he looks down at the reusable bag Daichi always brings with him to the store. Y/N should be more like his boyfriend in that regard, but he finds that the plastic bags work just fine. He also doesn’t have to add another step when getting ready to go to the store.

“Hey there,” Y/N says as he looks back at Daichi. “Want to get out of here?”

“And cook you a meal while you breathe?” Daichi asks, and he’s smiling so hard it’s easy to hear in his voice. Y/N loves him. He loves him so much, and he wants to say it. Instead, he nods. “Count me in.”

“Alright, but I have to stop by customer service really fast,” Y/N says, and Daichi quickly glances behind them.

“Does she need a carryout?” he whispers, and Y/N laughs as he nods.

“Yes, and you’re not helping her, Mr. I-help-everyone-I-meet,” Y/N says, and Daichi rolls his eyes. He follows Y/N to customer service before they head out the door and Y/N waits for his phone to clock him out. Once it’s finished, he looks up at Daichi. “I’m free for an hour!”

Daichi grabs his hand and pulls him closer. “Then let’s get you home to relax.”

#haikyuu #haikyuu x male reader #haikyuu x reader #daichi x reader #daichi x male reader #sawamura daichi x reader #sawamura daichi x male reader

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mossstep · 5 months

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Christmas/Winter Sagau!

As always: I am a minor sagau is self aware genshin au

Sorry for the long wait, school has been kicking my ass especially with finals soon, which sucks (especially since my art and history finals are on my birthday :()

For those that don’t celebrate Christmas: there will be a second post with more winter headcanons.

So, Christmas!

It probably wouldn’t be too snowy in volcanic areas like Natlan or the deserts and rainforests of sumeru. And of course Snezneya is likely snowy year round.

Unless they’re like me (I don’t like Christmas music) they likely have a few Christmas songs downloaded on their phone. Scaramouche would likely hate most Christmas songs, but especially Mariah carey’s “all I want for Christmas is you.” He’d lose his mind if you constantly blast it like most retail stores do.

If it were me I’d like to spend winter in either Monstadt, as I imagine it’d snow quite a bit there but not enough to be snowed in, Sumeru, as, like my area, they likely don’t get any snow and i think the company would be nice. Also Fontaine! They get quite a bit of snow, and I can imagine ice skating being popular there.

What’s Christmas without the gifts? As the creator you’d probably receive a lot as the creator, Anything from a custom windglider from amber, or maybe a bomb from Klee. A history book from Zhongli would be cool, raiden would probably gift you a kimono. Nahida would probably gift you and Scara matching Christmas pjs.

Christmas in inazuma would be fun. Yoimiya would have a firework show Christmas Eve, yae would probably convince Raiden to host a Christmas party. The kamisatos would have a dinner party Christmas Eve.

Monstadt would be more chaotic, a Christmas party hosted by the knights of favonius (which immediately goes awry) but that would be mostly it. But the company would be great! The knights would be happy to give you a place to stay for the night!

Liyue would likely be chill there would be a Christmas party hosted by Ningguang, wherein Xinyan would be playing music, and Zhongli would be telling stories, yaoyao and qiqi probably made everyone handmade gifts. (Qiqi’s are a bit on the simple side but everyone loves them)

Fontaine would be very much in the festive spirit, plays and musicals would be preformed throughout December. There’d be numerous competitions and contests. Furina and neuvillette would personally host a number of Christmas parties, most of which were Furina’s idea. There’d be games, figure skating, and all sorts of gift giving!

Sumeru would probably not be very festive due to the lack of a clear winter, but I think the people of sumeru would give the best gifts!

#genshin sagau #genshin impact #self aware genshin au #genshin #christmas #Christmas Genshin

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footballerimaginess · 4 months

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Last Christmas

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

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

#25 days of christmas #levi colwill imagine #levi colwill x reader #football imagines #football imagine #football one shots #football one shot #football x reader #futbol imagines #futbol imagine

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el-tostador · 26 days

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Voice of the Karen: Our coupons only expired yesterday! We should turn them in, and she refuses to accept them, then call the bloody manager! Oh and this dreary store could certainly use some Christmas music! Hold on, play this one! That would certainly liven this place up a bit!

Voice of the Hero: Uhh…are you sure that's a good idea? She looks like she'd absolutely hate that right now.

Voice of the Karen: Who cares if she hates it! My music taste is impeccable, plus we can always get her fired if she verbally assaults us!

Narrator: You're supposed to slay the princess not-

Voice of the Karen: Oh shut up! The PRINCESS is in our minivan, outside. With her friends. Waiting for us to get them some food before we get them to soccer practice.

Voice of the Hero: Wait wait wait!…when did we get a car…or-or kids! For that matter.

Voice of the Karen: Shut up. Now, play this song, I'm sure everyone will just LOVE this!

Narrator: sigh You play 'All I Want For Christmas' by 'Mariah Carey'. The entire cabi- I mean, store, becomes engulfed in festive cheer. The princess looks at you with wide, dead eyes.

The Retailer: "That horrible song. Again."

Voice of the Karen: HORRIBLE?!?! Why I oughta-

Voice of the Hero: Maybe we should turn that off, I don't like how she's staring at us.

Voice of the Karen: MANAGER! CALL THE MANAGER!

Slayer: "It's not a horrible song! It's art! Maybe if you opened up your cold dead heart, you'd be able to appreciate it!"

Narrator: The princess smiles sardonically, her voice strained.

The Retailer: "That song is the reason my heart is 'cold' and 'dead' in the first place."

Narrator: Her smiles drops, her eyes still hauntingly wide.

The Retailer: "Now turn it off. Or else."

Voice of the Karen: Report her to the manager! She's threatening violence against us!

Voice of the Hero: She didn't threaten us though? Maybe we should turn it off. She looks…angry.

Narrator: Maybe you should listen to that little voice. If she gets angry, she might destroy the world. My world.

Voice of the Karen: No! No! We're reporting her to the manager now! No hesitating!

Slayer (Karen): "Are you…threatening me..? GET ME YOUR MANAGER! NOW! YOU DON'T DESERVE THIS JOB! I should know, the customers always right!"

Narrator: Are you serious? Are we really doing this? sigh As you continue berate the princess and threaten to get her fired, she closes her eyes with a relaxed smile. Then…you hear the sound of something piercing through skin and muscle before you feel the cold sensation. As you look down, you find a phillips screwdriver embedded in your chest. The princess must've stabbed you while you were ranting. As you look back up at her, you notice the shift in her expression, her previously tired, dead eyes now look at you with an unrestrained fury. She isn't smiling. She throws the barcode scanner at your head with such strength and accuracy that you are knocked down.

You hear her jump over the counter and see her stand over you, she leans down to look at you with what is clearly a mocking smile.

The Retailer: "Oh, I'll take you to meet the manager, alright?"

Narrator: She takes a 'Live. Love. Laugh.' ceramic mug that you had bought from your bag, and then raises it high over your head. She brings it down at once, smashing it into your face, then again. And again, until it finally breaks, and the broken pieces stick themselves into your bruises and your eyes. The rest of the pieces clatter on the ground. You feel another sharp pain in the chest, right in your heart, as she rips the Phillips screwdriver out of the previous hole in your chest and drives it through your ribs and into your vital organ. Over and over again until you're sure your ribs are no less broken than your mug.

sigh

Everything goes dark, and you die.

CHAPTER III THE MANAGER

#I randomly typed this in a reddit comment section and figured I'd drop it here #slay the princess #Stp fanfic #Voice of the Karen #Brainrot is chipi chipi chipping away at my mentality #Stp fanroute

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vavandeveresfan · 5 months

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Working retail in the holiday season (or any time).

#retail #working retail #I hate customers #christmas shopping #holiday shopping #customer service #customers from Hell #coworkers from Hell #big box store #Superstore

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melonthesprigatito · 1 year

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Word Girl Villains Christmas Headcanons

Rhyme's favourite Christmas movies are Olive the Other Reindeer because there is a con man penguin in it and Elf because she thinks it's amusing that the secretary that appears in a few scenes sounds almost exactly like her, almost as though they're both voiced by the same person * cough* Amy Sedaris *cough*

All the villains prefer not to watch Home Alone because it doesn't even well for the burglars in that movie. They dread the day Word Girl watches it in case it gives her any ideas.

Tobey uses his giant robots to hang mistletoe in every place he can think of in the hopes he can catch Word Girl under one. Maybe THIS time he'll finally get a kiss. Hopefully. Tobey also tries to introduce the bad guys to mince pies, aka the Classic British Christmas Food™ but they're all either confused or disappointed that there's no actual meat in them. Tobey ends up being exasperated by the constant "So why's it called a MINCE pie if there's no mince in it???" questions.

The villains are low key worried that Tobey, Victoria and Eileen will end up on the naughty list because of their evil activities, so Leslie makes sure they have a few presents for them just in case.

Granny May knits ugly Christmas sweaters for everyone. Unless they want to spend Christmas tied up in a giant ball of yarn, they have to wear them. No exceptions. Ms Question is totally cool with this because she already wears a sweater that she stitched a question mark into as her villain outfit so she appreciates the thought and effort that went into making them.

Lady Redundant Woman is ABSOLUTELY one of those retail workers that hates Christmas because of the customers and the Christmas music playing on repeat at the copying store. Doesn't help that Dave loves the holidays and is EXTRA cheerful this time of year.

The Villains Society decide to enforce a ban on committing any real crimes for the duration of the holiday season, because they realised that they'd rather not spend Christmas or New Year's in a jail cell. So instead...

Dr Two Brains starts turning things into cheese... so he can donate it to food banks. Word Girl wonders how the heck he managed to give away cheese to other people without pissing off Squeaky, and he's like "Well, I ordered a new cheese ray from Evil Monthly Magazine and they sent me a ray for GOAT'S CHEESE ray, can you believe it?! And they wouldn't give me a refund! Might as well get my money's worth!"

Chuck breaks into the mall at night.... Because he wants to be first in line to visit the mall Santa, might as well get there early.

Ms Question hits several people with her confusion ray... but it turns out that them being stuck in a state where they're questioning what gifts they should get got other people actually helped them to make a decision once it wore off.

Mr Big hypnotises a crowd... to organise a bunny themed Christmas parade. When the people are unhypnotised, they're just more disappointed that they missed the parade because they weren't conscious during hypnosis.

Rhyme and Reason head to the park and Rhyme freezes the entire lake... and people have a blast skating on the new ice rink. The civilians are actually annoyed when Word Girl tries to apprehend her and she gets called a Scrooge.

Word Girl is flabbergasted because they're doing things that are technically illegal, but not necessarily EVIL. And people are a lot more forgiving of the "crimes" than they normally are this time of year so Word Girl just let's them off with a warning. Amazing Rope Guy somehow gets arrested anyway but they let him go because "Hey, it's Christmas"

The villains throw a huge Christmas party (funded by Mr Big), and they even invite Word Girl. They also include her in their Secret Santa. She gets a Pretty Princess figure from Leslie. Amazing Rope Guy gets a fucking Key to the City from Word Girl because it was last minute so she panicked and grabbed the first thing she could see in her hideout.

D.A Sally Botsford is surprised to find a Christmas card signed by all the villains in the mail.

To make a long story short about Rhyme and Reason's childhood for this next headcanon, Rhyme was abandoned by her parents in space, she crashed landed on Earth, grew up in an orphanage, was ostracized by her entire town because of her powers and was singled out/bullied by her orphanage caretaker.

At Christmas, Rhyme would always end up on the Naughty List. Not because she was bad, but because her caretaker would intercept the letter and send her a return letter saying that she was a bad girl and she would NEVER get on the nice list. Rhyme was always the only kid in the orphanage who didn't get any presents. But she never lost hope because she just knew that if she tried hard enough, she could be on the nice list next year, so she never stopped believing in Santa.

Meanwhile Reason's parents... Weren't very involved in his life. They gave him the bare minimum of attention so he basically was forced to mature early and learn to take care of himself. So Santa wasn't really a thing in their household because they couldn't be bothered.

Reason never believed in Santa but he never told any of the other kids in the town because he didn't want to ruin the magic for them. Every year Reason saw Rhyme be heartbroken on Christmas Day and it killed him inside because he wished he could just tell her that her orphanage caretaker was deliberately ruining Christmas but he didn't want to destroy her hopes and dreams by breaking the news to her and destroy her belief in Santa Claus.

So, on the last year before Rhyme was too old for Santa to visit, Reason took drastic measures. He spent months saving up his allowance to buy presents for Rhyme and on Christmas Eve, he broke into the orphanage and found Rhyme's stocking. He got rid of the coal and filled it with the presents he bought. On Christmas morning Rhyme came down the stairs to find her stocking filled with presents, and a new letter from "Santa" saying that she was always on the nice list, but her caretaker stole her presents and made it look like he gave her coal.

Rhyme later excitedly showed her presents to Reason and ranted about how she KNEW there was something fishy going on with the naughty list and she was so relieved that Santa finally managed to put a stop to the sabotage. It wasn't until well into their supervillain careers that Reason told her what REALLY happened that night.

#wordgirl #wordgirl headcanons #wordgirl villains #wordgirl rhyme #wordgirl reason #tobey mcallister iii #dr two brains #wordgirl mr big #wordgirl leslie #lady redundant woman #ms question #granny may #chuck the evil sandwich making guy #eileen the birthday girl #victoria best #sally botsford #amazing rope guy

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andreafmn · 1 year

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12 Days of Ficmas - Day 2

Prompt (by @12-days-of-ficmas): i broke my ankle slipping on ice but hey at least the ER nurse/doctor is cute

Word Count: 1.5K

Story Description: (Y/N) truly believes working the night shift is a cursed practice. Every time she's scheduled during that time she has some sort of accident. This one just so happened to land her in the hospital.

Fandom: Chicago Med

Pairing: Will Halstead x Fem!Reader

A/N: sorry, I posted so late. Was busy taking care of my grandma. But enjoy this short, cute story 💖

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No More Night Shifts

Working retail during the Christmas time was one of the most stressful things anyone can do. From the hustle and bustle of living in the city, to getting to work early and leaving late at night, to the freezing weather of the Chicago winter. It took a lunatic to agree to pull double shifts.

That crazy person just so happened to be (Y/N).

Her boss had asked her to fill in for a colleague that had come down with a very bad cold and could not make it in for her night shift. In the spur of the moment, she had said yes. But as she walked, the cold wind nipping at her skin, her feet sliding on the icy pavement, she contemplated returning home.

(Y/N) hated working the night shift at the store she worked in. Customers were rude, management always expected her to stay overtime without pay, and for some reason, she always got into some sort of accident when she was going back home.

And just as she had thought, the shift was a nightmare. She filled up her bad customer bingo. Which went something like this:

Mister ‘It doesn’t scan so I guess it’s free.”

Miss ‘My coupon is expired, but I’m gonna try to use it.”

The ‘You don’t mind using your employee for me, right?’ person.

The family excursion troop.

The no receipts returners.

And the people that think you’re a personal shopper.

By the time three in the morning rolled around, (Y/N) wanted nothing more than to collapse on the floor. Her whole body was sore and her eyes were tired from sleep. She cursed past her for agreeing to pick up that night shift. She thought of being on her couch, a hot mug of tea in her hands, and bundled up with her thickest blanket with her boyfriend. She would be warm and comfortable, instead of absolutely miserable and cold.

But her daydreaming took a turn for the worst.

As she neared the bus stop, she didn’t notice the big puddle of sludge that had formed on the sidewalk. She slid on the pavement and her body collided with the frozen ground. One second she was walking and the other she was in the hospital.

***

In the Emergency Department of Gaffney Chicago Medical Center, doctors and nurses were up to their necks with patients. With the weather going down, many people succumbed to the illnesses the cold temperatures brought. Cases of colds, flu, and pneumonia trickled in and out of the hospital at a fast pace. The ED was never empty.

“How’re we doing, Maggie?” Will Halstead asked the charge nurse of the department.

“Well, we keep filling beds as soon as one empties,” she sighed. “It looks like it’s gonna be a very long winter season. Although it looks like tonight might be slowing down. You going home yet?”

“I was just getting ready to do so,” he smiled tiredly. But the two were interrupted when the brick chirped. The doctor let out an exasperated sigh, knowing that his plans to finally lay down were just trampled. “Let me have it.”

“Incoming,” Maggie announced. “Trauma 1.”

“Talk to me,” Will told the paramedic as they walked in. That was before he took a good look at the patient. “What happened?”

“Unconscious female, visible ankle fracture. Witness said she slid on ice and fell to the ground. She’s been in an out of consciousness. We have stabilized the right ankle with a splint and there is no sign of a spinal injury. The ID in her bag says her name is (Y/N) (Y/LN).”

“I know,” he breathed. “She’s my girlfriend.”

They all entered the room, other staff following suit. Tension built into the space as everyone noticed who it was. If they didn’t know (Y/N) personally, they knew of her and her involvement with the ED’s attending physician.

“Alright everyone, on my count,” he told the paramedics and nurses that would help transfer the woman from the gurney onto the hospital bed. “One, two, three.”

They all took hold of (Y/N)’s body, careful not to disrupt her ankle or any other injury she might’ve had. Behind them, Nurse Doris rolled in the X-Ray machine, handing Will and April a lead apron before she instructed the rest of the staff to exit the room, as well as the paramedics.

“So, it looks like it’s a bimalleolar fracture,” the doctor announced as the image came up on the screen. “Thankfully, the ankle is not dislocated so immobilizing it with a cast should do the trick.”

“Alright, I’ll get the kit.”

“Okay, let’s also get a full blood workup, and a head CT,” Will told April. “Now, pupillary response is good. Heartbeat is steady. She’s breathing on her own which is a good sign. Let’s start an IV drip with 2.5 mg of morphine…”

“Wait, Will, look,” she said. “She’s waking up.”

(Y/N)’s eyes started fluttering open, the bright lights worsening the headache she already had. Her whole body felt mangled and sore, and she was sure it was not from the long day at work.

“Hey, welcome back,” a voice said. “Can you tell us your name and where you are?”

“(Y/N) (Y/L/N) and I’m in a hospital because god doesn’t exist.”

When she finally opened her eyes, she suddenly did not mind that she was in the hospital. Before her, she was met with a handsome red-haired doctor. He smiled at her and she could feel butterflies forming in her stomach.

But her pleasantly surprised feelings quickly shifted to ones of embarrassment, when she noticed who it was.

“He-ey, doctor,” she stammered. “Funny running into you here.”

“Good to see your sense of humor wasn’t impaired,” he chuckled brightly. “Now, do you remember what happened?”

“I was walking to the bus stop to go back home when I slipped on a puddle of sludgy ice and now I’m here.”

“Okay. And other than your ankle and your head, does anything else hurt?”

“My pride,” she grumbled. “I told you, the night shift is cursed.”

“It sounds to me that you were distracted and you fell,” he laughed. “I don’t think there is any curse.”

“Yet you all believe people turn crazy because of the full moon.”

“Well, your memory seems to be okay. So, I’m gonna leave you with April so she can get your bloodwork to the lab,” Will told (Y/N), a kind smile on his face. His initial panic subsided when she woke up and recognized who they both were.

“Can you stay?” (Y/N) pleaded softly.

“I promise to be gentle,” April chuckled. If there was one thing she knew about her friend it was how desperately afraid of needles she was. “I’ll draw your blood really quickly and then I’ll sneak in the IV. How does that sound?”

“Like you’re gonna still gonna stick me with needles.”

“At least the pain in your ankle is gonna stop,” Will offered. But (Y/N)’s fear was still evident on her face. “Alright, just focus on me, babe. It’ll be over before you know it.”

“Just don’t let go of my hand.”

April quickly got to work as Will distracted (Y/N) with mindless chatter of what they would do during Christmas – spend the day in pjs, drink hot chocolate in front of the fire, and exchange gifts even though they told each other not to get presents. And before she knew it, the IV dripping pain medication into her system has started doing its job.

“There,” April announced, calling the couple’s attention. “We’re all done. I’ll be back soon to take you to the CT scan – for precaution -- and to bring your results. I’ll bring by the kit in a bit.”

“Thanks, April.”

The nurse smiled back at the couple in response, closing the curtains on them as she exited.

“So, what’s the verdict, doc? Am I gonna lose my leg?”

“Nah, just 9 to 12 weeks with a cast. You’ll have to come in a coupled of times to do x-rays, just to make sure the bone’s healing as it should,” Will explained. “But don’t worry, we don’t have to amputate.”

“Well, no late-night shifts for me in a while,” she joked. “Maybe that’s what I needed to break the curse, huh?”

“What?” he laughed. “Slipping on ice and spending your morning in the ED?”

“Hey, at least the doctor is cute,” she said before she placed a kiss on his lips.

“I’m just glad you’re okay, baby. It was pretty scary to see you unconscious on a stretcher like that.”

“Oh, don’t you worry, Halstead. It would take a lot more to bring me down.”

“Alright, (Y/L/N). Settle down,” he smiled at her. Will had been terrified that something worse would have happened, but if a little slip is the worst that could happen, he could live with that. “Take this as a little Christmas gift – you won’t have to work for some time.”

“NO NIGHT SHIFTS!” (Y/N) exclaimed excitedly. “It’s a Christmas miracle!”

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Hi there! So, since it's almost *that time of the year* again and I've been wondering about these questions ever since I first read your Mall Santa fic, I'm just gonna ask them now: What made you write it? Like was there one special thing that started it all? Was it inspired by anything? Have you ever or do you work in retail 😅? You wrote everything so realistically that it reads as if you know from your own experience what it's like to work there. Or maybe you're just a damn good writer (which you are in any case). I'll live this fic forever! Thank you for writing and sharing it!

Hello and thank you for asking! Why yes, there was in fact one special thing that started it all and that was a hate comment on someone else's fic that said something to the effect of "HANK IS NOT A SEXY LUMBERJACK HE IS A JOLLY SANTA CLAUS!!!" which, naturally, my immediate thought was "why not both?"

This was in like, March of 2021 so I was like "I have 9 months, I am the slowest writer in the world but I bet I can write a lil somethin where Hank is a mall santa by Christmas" and then promptly forgot about it until mid-November. However, it was originally supposed to just be a oneshot forklift sex fic so I went for it. Once I wrote the opening lines, though, I had to figure out how to get Connor from that state to experiencing the most intense OSHA violation of his life, so obviously it expanded into what is today.

Why forklift sex? Well, believe it or not I do not have a Santa kink, so I had to figure out some way to make it interesting because the typical Santa Baby thing just wasn't doing it for me. As you correctly guessed, I used to work retail and did so for over a decade, so I wanted Connor to work retail logistics just like I did. Working retail is hard and thankless, so I figured. You know. If he doesn't have the means to quit, he should at least get to nut all over the forklift. It's only fair.

But yes, other than the forklift sex itself (TO MY KNOWLEDGE nobody ever had sex in the stockroom) and the fact that my store never had a mall santa, the fic is very heavily informed by my time in retail. There is an unfortunate amount of human piss to clean up. Customers sexually harass you and throw things at you and sign up for the rewards program at the least convenient times. Mariah Carey plays once every 20 minutes starting in October. But, like Connor, I did meet the love of my life there, and I wrote this story because of it, so. Everything was worth it 💖

#i neglected to make santa hank a lumberjack but he is sexy #in any case spite is a powerful motivator #thank you for your question and your kind words! 💞#ask

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