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Head rested on the best chest in the entire world, a constant pleasant thump of his heartbeat in your ear, a hand massaging through your hair that melted away the stress of the day, and a strong warm body wrapped around your arms warming you during this cold season.
You wonder how you got into this position. It had all started with that Paper.
The note in your hands smelled like a scam.
It didn’t hold a guaranteed scheme into making money, an insane prize, or even information phishing. No, it had none of that. In fact, it was blank except for the neat cursive writing above.
“SANTA’S WISH LIST”
You were simply browsing the mall during Christmas Season, just a few days before Black Friday so the shelves weren’t ravaged, the ground was clean, not a drop of blood present, and the workers just the usual amount of stress from customer service jobs. Of course, you were planning on visiting the mall after Black Friday as well to see all that.
A cute little white fluff ball ramped straight into your shoes and comically rolled from the impact. The fluff ball shrugged off the impact and came back at you with the right amount of speed not to crash into you.
On the Deer Antler head ban was a note pried onto it. You could ignore it, after all who accepts a strange note from a strange animal, people who want to go to Hogwarts that's who would, and you would be lying if you said that you didn’t. The cute eyes and shiny red nose just increased the speed at which to swiped the note.
And here you were now. A note and the furry creature disappeared from your sight. You didn’t know where to even post this note for Santa to receive it, not like there was a postal box or address for the man.
“SANTA’S POSTAL BOX TO THE NORTH POLE!”
You stand corrected, there was one, it even had a table with a pen for you to write down on.
Grabbing the pen you write down your wish and fold it onto itself, placing the note inside the postal box. Disappearing from sight, what’s there to lose after all. It’s just a note, what harm could it do.
Sleep was something that was difficult to come by. Either your brain decided to overthink an event, create a whole new crack theory, make up weird scenarios, or just the stress of the day scaring you from sleeping to the next day. Normal stuff, so it was thanks to this and your abysmal sleeping schedule that you heard the thump in your house.
Not wanting to become the next idiot in a horror movie you suited up. Executing an idea your brain had supplied during another night your mind decided to imagine what you should do in case of a break in or being haunted.
As you make your way towards the noise you see the source of the sound. Specifically the back of the intruder.
“Huh nothing in my head prepared me for a robbery by such a handsome man”
The ‘robber’ was built like a tank, muscles on top of muscles, and the clothes he wore didn’t hide it at all. As the figure turned to face you. You had already decided on a course of action.
“Oh you can continue robbing me if you want, I keep my saving on the top shelf of the fridge, it’s in a piggy bank you can’t miss it!” You hoped that being a friendly victim would entice the House invader to break in again because by god was he DILF.
White hair under a festive Santa hat, and a beard to match the theme, you almost reach over to brush your fingers through the snow white beard. A strong face to complete the look. Now that you focused on the face enough to seem like you weren’t a douche. His chest was massive. Huge, like two pillows were taped onto his chest.
“Greetings Friend!” The DILF said and crossed over the distance between you with his powerful legs, “By any chance friend, do you know the person who wrote this letter to Santa Braum.” he pulled out a piece of paper from a pocket and showed it to you.
It held a familiar cursive text and something even more familiar,
I want someone who I can hug and rest my head on their chest while they massage my hair to help me sleep
“That would be me” you said checking the note twice to make sure, but that was your handwriting.
“WONDERFUL” The man starts laughing in joy, “Santa Braum is here to give you your present!”
-Fin