And now comes the dreaded Christmas themed one shot from the deepest pits of Hell. It's a Finland x Reader. Forgive me for this please.
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Today was Christmas Eve and your slaptastic jerk of a (bf/gf) had left you in the worst of moods because you had just saw them making out with another g(irl/uy) while you were at the mall doing some last minute shopping. You had just bought h(is/er) present. You clenched your jaw and went home to your lonely apartment. You hid everything you bought except for h(is/er) gift, which you left on the coffee table in front of you as you curled up on the couch and began to cry.
You had been crying for hours, in fact it was midnight now. The tears stopped, but the shaky breaths and hiccups didn't. A warm hand was rubbing your back. You realized this and shot up prepared to sucker punch some fucker.
"Who are you and why are you here?" Your voice came out in a hoarse hiss.
"I'm Santa." His voice was like sugar cookies to your ears. You gave him a once over. The 20 looking blond male was in a red Santa suit and hat. He didn't look half bad.
"Real name." Your voice was still hoarse.
"Tino Vainamoinen. I really am Santa or more of an elf if you think about it. What's your name?" His violet eyes bore into your (e/c) orbs.
"(y/n). What do you want?"
"To give you the gift of a friend. Why were you crying?" His eyes softened as he carefully reached for your balled fist and pulled it down to your side and smiled a concerned smile.
"M-my (bf/gf)." Tears were threatening to fall again.
"Shh. What did (he/she) do?" He pulled you into a hug.
"I s-saw h-(im/er) with another person." You gave in and began crying.
"Good thing that (he/she) has yet to get h(is/er) presents then." Tino comforted you to the best of his abilities. You had cried yourself to sleep, so Tino carried you to your room. He wrote a note and took your soon to be ex's gift from your coffee table.
You awoke to knocking at your door, it was (he/she)-who-must-not-be-named, your now ex.
"You bitch, do you really think that I have ever cared about you?!" (he/she) screamed through the door. You ignored them. They are not worth your time. Their yelling continued and you were tempted to throw hot boiling oil on them. They stopped. A softer knock happened upon your door. You timidly opened the door to find Tino and a taller blond man with him.
"Hello (y/n). This is my friend Berwald. Do you mind if we come in and share some Christmas celebrations or do we have to take you to our house?" He gave you the smallest of smirks.
"Let me get ready." you popped inside and dressed in comfortably warm clothes and went with the two.