Walrus x Reader x Shrek x Santa SEXY

A snowy romance- Chappy 2

Y/N= Your name

B/F= Big feet

E/C= eye color

i= Thought

B= important keys, yelling.

U= Muttering

*([^*SANTA POV*^])*

I hear another plot of paper drop on my desk, and a familiar voice say 'here you go sir!'. I lift my head and unenthusiasticly say 'yeah..thanks' I sigh. All this work for just one day of the year. As I go to grab my paper, I hear my Justin Bieber 'baby' ringtone vibrate in my, hand fitted perfectly, special made, Gucci, designer brand pocket. Someone must be calling me. Maybe it's walrus... as soon as that thought hit my mind, I jump up in excitement and grab my new IphoneX. Immediate disappointment hits me hard. Shrek...?  

I face palm, then slowly bring my hand down. God...I have to do this, don't I?   Jeez. I sigh, pressing the answer button. 'Ho Ho Ho! Why hello, who is this I am speaking to?' Ugh. 'Shrek! Hey, Santa!' His voice echos through my $500 beats headphones 'Splendid! I have heard you are 9 9 years old!' I say, in the most monotone-but-is-trying-to-sound-enthusiastic voice. 'Haha, Santa..you always give me the bestest laugh!' He sounds so excited to speak to me, well I guess it has been a while. Infact, I'd rather be speaking to Walrus right now. But I guess I can try to make some conversation, then go back to work.

'Soooooo, Shrek, do you still have that sick, poppin, hip, lit, savage, swagalicious, delicious, memeity Jake Paul merch?' Ugh. I wish I didn't give that to him, such a waste of 1.99$ on nothing, but whatever. 'Yeah! I-it kinda smelled like you..so I sniffed it every night...and rubbed it all over me when Fiona was gone...I felt special to have that, y'know? I-i hope you didn't give that to....Walrus' well that was creppy, He'll probably be sad if he found out I spent more on Walrus. Gosh, I love Walrus. His beautiful tusks, and those eyes....crossed, but so hypnotising. His thick, globgogabgalab body...so wrinkly and big..plus those lips...big and juicy...how aesthetic. 'Uhhh..' I seem to spill out those words, when daydreaming. How embarrassing. That's when I hear a sudden thud and a silent moan of pain. 'Stupid!' Shrek hisses. 'Uhhm...Shrek...are you okay?' I'm not one to stutter much, but still...this kind of worried me. Even despite Shrek being the most annoying person to me, I'm still kinda  concerned. 'S-s-sorry! I'm so sorry! Ugh stupid!' I adjust my glasses, and fix my eyes on a photo of Walrus. 'Shrek, you are not stupid. If it makes you feel better, you're on my nice list.' The call goes quiet again. Another Elf comes and drops a folder on the stack of paper, before she could say anything, I shooed her away. Putting my focus back on Shrek. 'I....' he goes dead quiet, Why has to this suprised him so much? Well whatever, at least he stopped wailing, and calling himself stupid. 'I'm sorry, Shrek, I have to go. I'm very  busy, as you know.' 

I say this, then immediately hang up. He's so annoying. Ugh. I go to reach the pile of papers again, when  someone knocks on my door. Ugh what now?  I get up, slowly, placing my special fitted, llama cotton filled, velvet touch, Gucci, designer branded coat on my seat. 'Who is it?' I call, making my way to the door. 'Elf #69, with a special gift from a special someone~!' Who could that be?  I open the slot in the door, 'pass.' I say strictly 'yes, sir.' The small elf reaches with all her might, sliding it through, some sort. I really need to make it smaller. I think to myself, picking it up of the floor. 

Why is the paper so warm?   I flip it over, to see who it's from. WALRUS?!?! I jump up with excitement, and rush back to my desk, ripping it open. It reads: 

YOU HAVE BEEN INVITED TOOOOOO....

WALRUS' DINNER PARTY!

14'th of feb, Valentine's Day. 

Bonus:

YOU ARE A SPECIAL GUEST! YOU HAVE AUTOMATIC V.I.P!

We hope to see you there, S A N T A! <3 

'Wow...a valentines dinner party?'.....my imagination starts to run wild. I feel my cheeks burning up, and my stomach overflow with butterflies. I sigh, and sit back. Stuffing my face with cookies. 

Can't wait to see you, Walrus.