Salem's Mostly Smut Oneshot Book! [DISCONTINUED + REPUBLISHED]

[[A Christmas Miracle!]] (Spamton x GN!Reader)🖤

writing this specifically for the spamton discord server im in, my little treat. reader is gender neutral + AFAB, takes place on Christmas Eve, this is gonna be very late lol. cover art is by luftballoons99 I believe.

"Spammy! I'm home!"

"[[Number 1 Customer!! !]]"

You grin and kneel down as the salesman comes running at you, overjoyed to see you after a long day at work. "Hi, sweetie. Did you miss me?"

"YES...I [[Missed Out on your Chance to Win Big!]] YOU...H OW WAS YUOR [[Work All Day?]]"

"It was okay. I'm just tired. But at least I get to finally spend Christmas with the one I love."

"AW, SHUCKS, DOLL!"

"You done decorating the tree, Spam?"

"OH, YES! DO YOU LIKE THE [[All Christmas Trees Half Off?]]"

"I do, darling," You kiss Spamton on his cheek and ruffle his hair. "You did a great job. I can do the star. Let me get my coat off and I'll help you."

You set down the gift boxes you had in your hands; then hung up your coat, scarf and beanie on the coatrack, prying your shoes off. Spamton tugs at your sweater, and you hum in response. "What is it?"

"I...WANT TO WEAR YUOR [[Scarf.]] CAN I?"

"Oh. Yeah, that's okay. Here you go, honey."

You drape your green scarf around him, smiling as he looks as cozy as can be. "You're so cute."

"I AM?"

"Of course you are. You know I love you, right, Spam?"

"YES!! I LOVE YUO 2!"

"Here, sweetie. You see these gift boxes? I'm gonna let you open them early. After we eat dinner and make cookies, though. Okay? They're really important gifts and I spent a lot on them."

"OK!"

The salesman certainly wouldn't be prepared for what was in the boxes, but you had an idea of how much he'd like it when you told him what they were for.

Bringing Spamton home after finding him in a dumpster, depressed and alone, was like bringing home a stray puppy. You had no idea what you were getting yourself into, but you brought the fella home anyway. You gave him a bed, a blanket, clothing from your younger years that would probably fit him, and made sure he was comfortable.

It took Spamton a while to get comfortable with his surroundings, eventually being comfortable enough with telling you about himself. He was a salesman, one of those guys that sold items at a more or less reasonable price. Spamton claimed he was a big shot in those days, that he was the best salesman there was.

But something happened. Something bad, you assumed, he didn't really specify what that something was, other than that it ruined his life.

All you wanted to do was take care of him. He seemed so lost. You knew he was a bit older than you, as he claimed something about the year 1997--assuming he was a big shot during that year.

Earning feelings for Spamton was confusing. He wasn't necessarily the type of man others would find attractive, but he was always so kind to you, saying thank you when you'd give him a meal or water, or saying goodnight and good morning routinely. Spamton was more than what he looked like. He was almost perfect, even if he was a bit short. It seemed as if, the months before you confessed to him, he had fallen as well. Spamton adored you. He adored your kindness, your generosity, your hospitality. Spamton loved you and he wanted you to love him back. And so, you did.