#[im stuck here alone for christmas too.]

[xxgoblin-dumplingxx]

i'd love to see more from the poly reader x poolverine verse im obsessed w them

"I didn't realize your... roommates were home today," Your sister said helping the youngest into his coat.

"It's what happens when you don't call," you caution. "They live here. You want free babysitting, you accept the terms. Sometimes it's kazoos. Sometimes it's roommates." For now, you'd accept her calling them roommates. It was partly true. And it was less rude than what your mother had said. She called them your caretakers.

Sarah narrowed her eyes at you and you shrugged, "They're fed and in one piece. And Zach has part of his social studies paper done. You're welcome."

She watched for a second as her boys willingly accepted hugs and kisses as you ignored her, beseeching them to learn something at school and make good choices and she sighed, "Thanks."

"Call next time," you tell her giving her a meaningful look. You didn't live alone anymore. And if she didn't want her kids exposed to certain things then she needed to give you enough lead time to hide those things... Today she got lucky.

________________

"Shhh," Wade said, holding up a hand, "You hear that?"

"Hear what?" Logan said opening a beer.

"Silence," Wade sighed, sinking on to the couch next to you, handing you a glass of wine. "Holy shit."

"And that's why I like being the cool Aunt," You tell him yawning. "I show up late. I bring presents. I leave before the crying starts. And then I enjoy my nice quiet house."

Logan snorted and reached over to rub your neck as he took your other side and picked up the remote, "Nice little racket, bub."

You take a sip from your glass and stretch, snuggling into Logan's side and putting your feet in Wade's lap, "Not too shabby, boys."

"For roommates," Wade teased, smacking the bottoms of your feet affectionately. "Didn't know roommates fuck like we fuck."

"Sorry-"

Logan grunted and wrapped his arm around you, "Pause was doin' some heavy lifting there."

"Mom... doesn't approve. What dad knows depends on the day. And I think my grandparents would just drop fucking dead. So. There's that." You lean over and lift a sleepy Mary into your lap and stroke her back before resting your head against Logn again. They are who they are and you are who you are. You don't fit in with the cookie cutter perfect family they have and you haven't from the second you took your first breath. But you fit here with a variant and a mercenary and their ugly little rat dog.

"We could ruin Christmas," Wade offered, "Just go make out in front of-"

"Or," you hum, "we can leave well enough alone so I can still hang out with the kids and let them have someone around that's somehow less fucked up even if I'm objectively a mess."

The boys traded a look and Logan kissed the top of your head. They'd work out the specifics later but for now, as long as your sister kept her comments to herself they'd behave- mostly. As long as it meant you got to see the kids. Because it was clear it made you happy, and because; truth be told, it hadn't been too bad today.

Wade cradled one of your feet in his hand and grinned, "I got a question."

"Might have and answer," you tell him, hissing when his thumb hit a tender spot on your instep.

"Why do all the rugrats call you, Shush?"

"My parent's housekeeper calls me Sugar," you answer. "Everyone sort of adopted it and Zach couldn't say it- so it devolved into Shush and stuck."

"Stop it, that's precious," Wade cooed, "I thought they called you that because they were always telling you to shut-"

"Not all of us went to school thinking our first name was Damn it," you snort.

Logan smirked and let go of you long enough to light his cigar. "What'd she call your sister?" he asked.

"Honey. Or Princess if she was being annoying... it's just that neither ever really stuck."

[dappersautismcreature]

this is gonna be so sappy forgive me lmao

i have been alone on christmas before, ive been stuck at home while my mom was away with my sister, my dad was recovering from surgery, my dog was too, and just imagining how id sob if i had the community i have now to support me through that.

the qsmp team recognizing that and putting together a fun, funny, sweet, calming, gathering place stream is one of the sweetest things ive seen. i know if im ever alone on christmas, or ever feeling alone in general, i know i at least have this community to turn to. and that sweet vod to watch.

ive never been great at interacting online, its always seemed like a colder way of communicating to me, I struggle with it. but the people on here, you guys are full of warmth and genius ideas and are genuinely hilarious. every single one of you <3 its been a pleasure to post about qsmp with you guys for like, nine months.

due to a lot of weirdness surrounding friendships at the start of this year, with a few friends just totally ditching me, ive really needed to feel somewhat safe with people I interact with. thank you for being so kind and awesome, i feel safe in this space, lmao.

every single one of you, that celebrates christmas, i wish you the happiest of holidays. and if its not great, if its loud and scary and stressful and whatever, a bit of gary advice from someone who's been there, a day is a day, you can create the feeling whenever. do not hold joy to one day. holidays, even if nothing bad happens, can still be stressful, but that isn't eternal.

happy christmas, all that junk

[ariaxxalol]

Merry Christmas (Dean portman x reader)

The cold crispy air breezed outside your window as you sat in your bed as you were deciding on an Christmas eve outfit to wear. Your mom had cooked a big dinner and invited all of your family and her friends over.

You then had decided on a black skirt with a white knitted sweater and since it was cold you put in a pair of tights with white socks over and even though you would be inside the whole night you still threw on a pair of black cozy boots.

As more and more of your family started to arrive after you finished getting ready, you went outside and began to play with your baby cousin since all your other cousins were older and constantly excluded you from the family fun.

Suddenly the house phone beside you began to ring which you reluctantly picked up with a sigh. “hello?”

“Hey sweetheart.”Your boyfriend Dean began to speak softly allowing you to unconsciously begin to smile as the baby beside you played with your fingers.

“Hey Dean, Merry christmas.”You began to speak with a happy smile plastered on your face. “What you doing over there in chicago?”

“Nothing really,”Dean began. “My dad’s out on a business trip and my mom’s stuck at work due to the snow storm here.”

“Aw im sorry.”You spoke with a saddened tone. “I wish we could spend christmas together.”

Suddenly the line went dead causing you to frown and hand up the phone. You then picked it up again and dialed Deans number before it went straight to voicemail. A feeling of sadness washed over you at the thought of your boyfriend spending christmas alone.

Suddenly the doorbell rang but no one answered the door. You let out a sigh before standing up and setting the baby safely on the couch before opening the door to be met with the familiar face of your boyfriend.

“Merry christmas!”Dean exclaimed as the rest of your family cheered behind you which instantly startled you.

“Dean?”You question exclaimed before jumping into his arms as he reluctantly dropped his luggage and walked with you inside. “What are you doing here?”

“My parents went off to spend christmas in Paris and I asked if i could come here and spend it with you.”Dean spoke happily after setting you down and taking in his luggage and then closing the door. “My parents said yes and I called your mom for permission and she said yes.”

“Oh my gosh!”You said in excitement before hugging your mom then going back to dean and giving him a short but brief introduction to the rest of your family. “Let’s go to my room.”

You and Dean headed for your room and Dean instantly started snooping around. “Woah what is that?”He spoke as he grabbed onto a dream catcher. However, you ignored his question and placed a kiss to his lips then hugged him. “I missed you so much.”

“I missed you too sweetie.”Dean said softly as he wrapped his arms around the shorter body that hugged him. “Now give me a tour of this room of yours.”

Dean hopped onto your bed making you giggle as you then began to walk around your room pointing out the smallest things and explaining them to him it detail.

As the night continued, you spent all your time with Dean and the rest of your family enjoyed his company as much as you did. Especially your baby cousin. She had been all over Dean and would fuss and cry if he wouldn’t give her attention.

Once it was about to be midnight, Dean quickly ran into your room and rummaged in his luggage before coming back and handing you a small box that was wrapped in pink wrapping paper. “awww.”

“Open it.”

“it’s not even 12”

“I don’t care just open it.”

You looked at the box in awe as you began to tear away the pink paper then revealed that it was a small black fuzzy box. You then opened the box and seen it was a beautiful ring with a small diamond on it. “Oh dean, I can’t take this it looks so expensive.”

“No you’re gonna take it.”Dean told her before taking it out the box and placing it on her ring finger. “It’s a promise ring, I promise to love you forever and ever and never lie to you or leave you when you need me most.”

“You’re the sweetest.”You smiled before hugging dean and admiring the rings beauty. “How’d you know my ring size?”

“I just guessed from when you would hold my hand.”Dean smiled before you giggled and shook your head in disbelief. “Merry christmas sweetie.”

“Merry Christmas Dean.”

[pedroshotwifey]

Christmas Countdown Day 24 - Joel Miller

Make You Mine

Pairing: DBF!Joel Miller x afab!reader

Word count: 884

Tags/Warnings: Fluff, smutty themes, implied piv, sexual themes, implied age gap, insinuations of marriage, daddy kink (like once at the end), Joel spoiling reader, secret relationship, stuff im forgetting

Summary: You and Joel finally get a second to yourself after you arrive home from college

A/N: This is all over the place lmao. Super sweet but also very hot. Also, this marks the end of my first ever challenge!! I can't believe I stuck with it and got everything out on its designated day, but here we are! Kinda proud tbh. Thank you all for reading!

***

Your panties are unbelievably wet. 

You’ve endured almost an entire night of stolen glances from your father’s best friend. Silent but hungry looks have been passed discretely throughout dinner, gifts, and now whilst you watch a movie, sat in the living room with Joel and your parents. 

You’re back from college for the holidays again, and since you’ve been in town, there hasn’t been a single chance for you and Joel to reconvene. 

It’s been a long few months of facetime calls, late night texts, and self-provided orgasms. And now that you’re back within reach, the sexual tension is thick in the air between you. Your parents are oblivious as usual, of course.

The two of you stare at each other now, not bothering to hide your want as your parents keep their eyes glued to the TV. His expression is dark, full of lust and frustration. All you can think about is how much more delicious that’s going to make things once he does get a chance to pound you into your bed. 

You glance toward your parents, finding that your father is already asleep, and that your mother is almost there herself. Joel sees the slip of your eyes, and knows what you’re thinking immediately. Once they’re both out, the two of you are free to do whatever you’d like. 

Another minute of fucking eachother with your eyes, and two sets of faint snoring come from the couch. You smirk, jumping up from your seat to race up the stairs before Joel gets the chance to catch you. 

You can practically see the look on his face as he bounds after you, being as silent as he can as he chases you to your room. He catches you just as you're slipping through your doorway, shoving you into the room and closing the door behind him.

You’re crushed against the wall, his lips on yours as his hands roam your body before you can take a breath. His tongue slips into your mouth, and you welcome it with a moan as you tangle it with yours. 

Reluctantly, you separate after there is no breath left to be shared between the two of you. You’re both panting as you stare deep into each other’s eyes. 

“Hope you know how goddam much I missed you, darlin’,” Joel breaks the silence, resting his forehead against yours. 

“Can’t be near as much as I missed you,” you say, winded. 

Joel huffs a laugh and brings his hands up to gently cup your cheeks, kissing you tenderly now. Your hands come up to grasp at his wrists as you tilt your head up for him, moving your lips against his. 

“Doubt that,” he argues when he pulls away. You roll your eyes playfully at him, a dorky smile adorning your face just from being alone with him again. Every second you get with him feels like a dream. 

“Got you somethin’ else,” Joel whispers. 

You smile wider. He never fails to spoil you. 

His hands slide from your cheeks to dig in his jeans pocket, pulling out a small velvet box. You gasp, recognising the Tiffany logo on the top. 

“Joel, you better not have spent too mu–”

“You’re worth every damn penny to my name and more, baby. Don’t you forget that.” 

He places the box into your hand before you get a chance to respond, and you glance up at him one more time before flipping it open. Inside is the most beautiful necklace you’ve ever laid eyes on. 

It’s a circular pendant, adorned with diamonds. A leafy embellishment curves up at the bottom of the circle, also covered in the gem. It’s delicate, sparkling slightly in the moonlight provided by the small window. 

“It’s gorgeous, Joel,” you say truthfully, tearing up without realizing. 

“Should suit you well then, baby,” he tells you, placing a kiss on your forehead. “‘M glad you like it.” 

You lean up to capture his lips in another lingering kiss. 

“Hope you know what I mean when I give this to you, sweetheart.” 

And you do. Painfully so. He knows it by the way you look up at him, eyes soft with love and aching with desire.

“When the time is right, I’ll make you mine. That’s a promise, angel.” 

You sniffle at him, nodding as you place the box on the dresser next to you before slinging your arms around him. 

“I love you so much, Joel,” you whisper. 

“I love you too, honey. More than you could ever know.” 

The two of you embrace each other in silence, content to each other tenderly. Until you tip your head to nibble slightly on his ear. 

Now that you have the chance, you’re going to thank this man for all he does until he can’t stand. He hisses as you suck on his lobe, his hand traveling down to squeeze a globe of your ass. 

You part from him, leaving hot kisses as you pull away. Your hands find the hem of your dress, and you pull it over your head as you watch Joel smirk, the bulge in his jeans growing rapidly. 

He starts to work at his belt, the metallic sound music to your ears.

“Now get on the bed, darlin’. Daddy’s gonna fuck you to next Christmas.” 

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I am not comfortable with showing my face (yet)

I’m under 16 so… ummm… y’all need to know that

you can call me: concern. Or: Ashley. Or if u want u can just @ me or give me a nickname (I would like to know if you give me a nickname so I know ur talking about me)

(If addressing the wet floor sign bot in roll play please use she/her pronouns and she’s named Ashley, please don’t use Ashley if talking to or about me/the person running this blog, im taking the name of Leah for my online name.)

My pronouns are she/her I am female and was born a female

I am an Ally and I HATE discrimination. BOOOOO RACISM! BOOOOO ANYONE WHO THINKS LGBTQIA+ PEOPLE ARE EVIL! BOOOOO SEXIST PEOPLE! EVERYONE IS HUMAN AND THAT IS GOOD ENOUGH

favorite things list!

Food: spaghetti.

color: purple.

fandom I'm in: FNAF.

FNAF character: Funtime Freddy (in very very close 2nd is mangle)

rp/ask blog I have: @ask-mangle-the-sad-one (the first one I got)

fnaf game(and yes I can have a favorite fnaf game without ever playing any of the fnaf games): rn it’s tied between fnaf 2, and fnaf Sister Location/SL.

place I can be: in my bedroom at my dads house.

time of year: the very beginning of the school year but after i get my iPad. (It’s this because the only divice I can use for tumblr is my school iPad (this means I won’t be on tumblr during summer))

season: summer (it’s the best (except for the no tumblr thing 😭))

fnaf character to draw: at the moment it’s RWQFSFAXC . (but it usually changes each day.)

way to draw: it’s tied between drawing in my sketchbook and drawing digitally on my iPad.

animal: Giraffe! Always and forever GIRAFFE🦒🦒🦒!!! (fun fact: my baby ornament (the Xmas tree ornament that my mom got for me when I was born) is a little glass white giraffe!🦒)

fnaf animatronic animal type: the FOXES!!! Always the foxes. (Another fun fact: my grandma’s favorite animal is a fox)

number: 13. (I just like the fact that people think it’s unlucky the same way I love black cats (not for the reason of people think they’re unlucky but because they’re absolutely beautiful and my black cat (her name is Emily Binx but everyone just calls her Binxy) likes sitting in the sunlight and being warm and after sitting in the sun for a few minutes she is so warm and i just want to grab her and hug her))

fnaf song: tied between:

16. Any song: tied between: blue. And: little talks.

I do both rp and just personal things. Have a list of things i do on this blog!

Art. (Pretty much just me posting the things I draw)

rp (I talk about my rp/ask blogs and i rp on this blog too)

drawing requests (do not confuse with commissions which i don’t do. I have not gotten a request yet but I will be happy if and when I do.)

give my opinion (idk it’s just my personal opinion)

exist (lol :3)

talk about fnaf (I like it)

small cosplay (I usually just make cosplay pieces and wear them when I’m alone.)

imo Star Trek is wayyy better then Star Wars. 4 the Star Trek fans: 🖖. I’m pretty sure that that means something else too but I’m doing it as the Vulcan live long and prosper thing.

I have a bunch of fnaf songs memorized including (I will also link a yt video of the song to the name)

The mangle 

Count the ways 

Count the ways 

You can’t hide 

Lights on 

Five more nights 

Below the surface 

Merry fnaf Christmas 

Join us for a bite (Wich tecnacaly I have The Living Tombstone - Join Us for a Bite Remix memorised)

Another round

We don’t bite 

stuck inside

(And yes there’s 2 songs called count the ways and I have both memorized)

I recently started cussing on my blog and in my head and when I’m alone irl.

I’m very very sorry if I don’t know what an abbreviation means, I’m kinda new to the internet so if it’s the first time you are using the abbreviation with me i suggest in (these thingys) putting what it means, it will help and reduce confusion and I thank anyone who does.

I am bad at spelling sooo… it might be a little hard to read my posts but blame autocorrect for not understanding what I’m trying to type

I’m ALWAYS accepting asks! And I’m totally cool with requests! but I might not do them.

I love to rp eaven if the game is fnaf 1 I’m always a Wet Floor Sign Bot (only on this blog though) btw my excuse is WFSB’s and staff bots are all knowing and aslo there’s a time portal in the mop closet don’t ask how it got there

I have school and bedtime so it’s fine but I do have time spans but I’m not going to bother you with it

I like love fnaf (even tho I’ve never played the games and just can’t get myself to read the books. (By now I have read the first Fazbear frights graphic novel version of the book and I am trying not read the other Fazbear frights graphic novel’s))

I have a fnaf oc named fifi

resonantly got a au blog @five-nights-at-foxys-au if u want to check it out

I’m in 7th grade so yeah

The iPad im using belongs to my school so im not going to be here in summer sadly but I will answer all my asks I get when I’m back

I have ADHD Inattentive and distractible type. I also have anxiety and apparently I have depression, I don’t believe the depression.

all my rp/ask blog’s I have

so I 1st got my mangle blog @ask-mangle-the-sad-one

then my Toy Bonnie one @ask-toy-bonnie-something

then I got my Bon-Bon blog @ask-the-handpuppet-bon-bon

then I got RWQFSFASXC because I cud @ask-rwqfsfasxc

then I got Ballora @ask-ballora-the-ballerina

Then I got my Bonnet @ask-the-handpuppet-bonnet

and glamrock mangle @ask-glamrock-mangle-in-kids-cove (this one will probably be repurposed to another character)

and Toy Freddy @ask-toy-freddy-the-peace-keeper

and Toy Chica @ask-toy-chica-and-im-not-a-mom

and BB JJ and Dee Dee @ask-the-fnaf-balloon-kids

and game Vanessa @ask-vanessa-the-security-gaurd

and Vanny @ask-vanny-the-murderes-rabbit

and Gregory (game’s only) @gregory-da-bears-cub

the blob the mimic and burntrap @the-pizzaplexs-bacement-monsters

Helpy and Helpi @the-helpful-little-bears

Phantom foxy @phantom-foxy-is-a-pirate

fredbear (not gonna spesify that) @bloody-yellow-bear

I also do a little bit of rp on my main blog and I’m pretty happy about the blogs I have rn but I’m considering making a Helpy, because he’s adorable and amazing.

if I’m on one of my other blogs I will refer to my main as Ashley. And Ashley is not my name irl. I just like it

I like making poles.

if any of my blogs are active then I’m active

I don’t care if people stalk my page or spam me, I just like interacting with people. (I’m very sorry if I spam u. i probably just don’t realize it. or I really like your blog)

I will tag the important things that people should know with: very important

and 🍍+🍕=🤢🤮/ I don’t like pineapple on pizza, I refuse to eat pizza with anything on it other then just cheese, I respect all topping choices except pineapple, fruit doesn’t belong on pizza, especially when it’s cooked, the only fruit that should be cooked is specifically when it’s in pie or something like that.

btw I keep editing this post because ether things change or I found a typo.

also there’s now more portals than the one in the mop closet by masersise and more kinds than just time portal.

current hyper fixation: fnaf 2

EVERYONE IMPORTANT NOTE!!! I WILL NOT BE ACTIVE AT ALL THROUGHOUT SUMMER ALL THE WAY TO SOMETIME IN SEPTEMBER!!! I WILL BE BACK IN SEPTEMBER AND I PROMISE I WILL LOOK AT ALL OF THE ACTIVITY, REBLOGS, COMMENTS, AND ASKS (IF I GET ANY)!!!

I will be making a post when i leave 4 the summer

Btw I resantly got absolutely obsessed with a ship I created. Ship name: shadow toy. its RWQFSFAXC x Toy Bonnie.

[sunflowercider]

Possibly worse than "making up a guy to get mad at" is getting stuck in a ever increasing anger loop thinking about how you could have spoken better when it really mattered

i just gotta write this out to exorcise it from my brain this morning. Kinda personal and kinda icky so hiding it

I know my extended family isn't exactly a bastion of progressive politics (thankfully my parents were a little slow on some uptakes but generally pretty good) but the sensitive topics never really came up in the few times a year I would see them (christmas. a wedding or funeral). I live closer to them as an adult now. And I see them more often, like every 3-4 months. Generally family parties.

About two years ago, at one party, the topic of child beach safety came up since it was on the news. Okay, safe enough. I'd realized by that point that my family was definitely one of those "conservatives who think theyre very progressive" types (california conservative?), so I'd learned when to put up my shielding. "Beach safety," sure, yeah yeah, "adults these days not watching their kids anymore blah blah." Not sure thats true, but okay, whatever.

"You know, you gotta be careful, theres homeless people by that beach!"

Oh fuck.

I'm sure it's the same in many cities right now, but homelessness in all of SoCal is pretty high lately. I'd managed to wiggle out of potential conversations about it by flat out ignoring family when they scoffed and pointed out homeless people while driving, or by responding quietly by wondering if the person was doing okay in the sun/heat/cold. "Can you believe there's homeless people here now?" Yeah man, it's rough out there, isn't that hard for them? Use your real words and I'll use mine.

The news report came up again. There were some homeless people, gasp, using drugs. What drugs? Doesnt matter; what matters is what happens next.

"...and they found five of them OD'd on the corner!"

"Well, five less to worry about, thank goodness!"

Cue laugh track.

I am fucking frozen.

This cannot be real.

"How could you say something like that?"

It's the best I got. I am a very poor speaker unless it's a planned lecture, and I certainly had not planned to defend the dignity of five homeless people who had passed away today.

The family backpedals fast.

I cant clearly remember how they backpedaled tbh. I was in shock. Something awfully close to like "they deserve what they do to themselves" or something, and how I was too young (im nearly fucking 30 at this point???) to understand.

And it is at that exact moment I look around at the table and realize that one of my 15 year old cousins is sitting at the corner, arms crossed and curled up, looking directly at me.

Oh, fuck, I cannot let her think she's alone here. And fuck this, that was lightyears too far.

So I try to speak up.

I am very bad at it.

I try to explain homeless people are real people. They just can't get back up after a fall. An aunt has the fucking gall to say they could always ask a friend of family to crash on a couch. I try to explain to her that not every family is as fucking huge as ours, and even then maybe they can't talk to them for some reason. I'm waved off. Someone defends that there are homeless shelters they can go to. I try to explain that theyre often full and sometimes arent safe or accommodating. I get pressed for details and my brain shutters, not well-versed enough in the topic to pull real examples out of my hat.

It's a blur at this point, but I am both outnumbered and way too angry and upset to come up with much. It's a loss, clear and loud.

It's a wonder I didn't leave the party that day. I think I stuck to my cousins for most of it, or my very deaf grandma who literally couldn't hear any part of the conversation.

That party keeps fucking haunting me. As it should - I realized my family has a hard line on who they consider people. It sucks it sucks it sucks. But theyre my family, and damned if I'm going to let the adults have the only say when my cousins, all of which are younger than me, are in the damn room.

[incomingcallscamlikely]

let's start this out w the following statement

i do not support d*sney, i am simply a product of someone having survived 90s media, this post took more than an hour to make & i'm tired of this rattling around in my brain

Maximilian 'Max' Goof Was Created & Killed by Disney Through Neglect & Number Go Up

max was created in 1951 for the episode Fathers Are People Too, as a plot device for goofy.

his early design is finalized and acts as a stand alone character for the singular episode.

his second appearance is in goof troop in 1992, this was the first attempt to establish him as a side character to mickey for the 90s. this secured his existence in older kids minds (read older sibs) so that their younger peers would hear about it.

here's where you probably know max from. we all felt like we knew this character & he'd been around forever! he hadn't. they just established him that well & made the goofy movie that good. bc indisputabley, the goofy movie is a fucking well made classic story of parent child bonding. certified 1995, with the target age being 5-9, the sweetspot demographic for kids cartoons

the next appearance we see max in is the direct to video sequel, an extremely goofy movie (2000). (no, im not counting the direct to home 1999 christmas special where hes somehow younger again) now, depending on your age you may be surprised there was even a sequel bc you mentally merged the two films together. and if you're one of those people? statistically blessed. the movies not that great. good moments but not great. at this point the target age group is 10 at the youngest, starting to age out of younger kid cartoons.

we've been talking about max the entire time, but let's actually talk about max. max has grown up, he's been taught by his dad, then in turn teaches his dad how to live without him & that he did ok & leaves for college. both father & son acknowledge his personhood. he goes off to live life. now he's 20 years old, working as a valet driver who also hosts some non descrip montage show that he wasn't invited to. he's not even a guest at this show. and idk about you but some of these guests read as the interns were asked to draw papers from a bowl featuring d*sney's least used licensable characters as a throwback to get people to watch the films again.

yall even remember this throwback? bc that's exactly what it was & how it read on screen. "hey, remember this guy??"

that throwback was the last time we see him on screen & likely the final time. we aged up & newer, more profitable charqcters were available to peddle onto younger audiences. so, naturally, d*sney shelfed max. but you have to admit, it's kinda funny. d*sney created this character from birth, for the sole purpose of us watching him grow, learn. growing from the character. watching how he learned enough that he could even teach his father that they'd both be ok when he left for college. his dad cried in pride of a son well raised, a son who loves his father & his community. he learns to be a good person & then gets to do absolutely nothing with his life, stuck working a min wage job w presumably a college degree. kid got to headline with powerline & now nobody knows his name. hell, they don't even know who his famous dad is. bc at least if you have famous relatives, ppl might remember you exist on some level just by association. they created this entire backstory for max, from birth, through neglect & the pursuit of profit

[unraveling-in-increments]

there must be some subconscious act of avoidance in facing the breed of pain that, if able to seep through, undoes reality in ways incapable of grasping. it’s few and far between that i catch myself becoming inconsolable when speaking of chad in everyday conversation. there’s casualty in the reminiscence, stories of my childhood companion and almost, but never quite, stepbrother. the shenanigans we took part in, our extravagantly orchestrated games of pretend. then retold most-either our nightmare causing ghost hunts or tedious, perfectionist attempts at curating youtube videos for our channel we made. always done with absolute certainty in our awaiting viral success. chad might have been one of the only kids who came and lived with us where it was pure and innocent, we were children and stayed such, whether we were inseparable or in one of our silly fights, expected by siblings (which is how we labeled ourselves in spite of our parents never tying the knot all those years of them together. we shared a home, his mattress on my bedroom floor after we scared ourselves into not wanting to be alone in the dark, christmas presents under one tree, dinner and homework done side by side) it had been some years of distance by the time he died, in which i think aids in being able to delude myself into denial. so much time where our lives no longer intersected, so easy to pretend he’s here still and we just haven’t crossed paths. then, unanticipated reminders of harsh reality emerge, his dad telling my mom he hopes i’m well (i share in the same struggle that became the reason he’s no longer growing up on the same timeline as i, anymore. his was cut short by his vices and im still dancing with mine), i go to speak of a memory he’s part of and it feels like im internally collapsing instead of fondly retelling a story of my youth. breathing right now feels like shallow gasps and my hands are shakey, this is one of the times it’s hitting full force. he had, out of the blue, just days before he overdosed, sent me a message. i put off responding in typical fashion, avoidance seems common theme for me if not obvious by now. i didn’t know that there was a countdown for him to be able to see it. i never lost someone much too young yet, still naive to addiction’s ability to steal a life. every part of his death is something horrific and gut wrenching- my mind creates vivid scenes where he still looks like the boy who taught me how to ride a bike with someone standing on the pegs or filming a vampire movie with me, the grainy footage of a flip phone and scene set in the woods behind the home we both resided in for so much of our youth. i feel so selfish still stuck here with my habits when having witnessed a parents reaction to seeing their son in a casket, the irreparable fracture it creates losing your baby to these fucking chemicals, he was his fathers only son. he found him in a way not mine to retell, but the day before he had asked his dad to help him go back to rehab. there is no way for me to ever fully understand what it must be to be his dad, enduring what a parent is ever meant to have to. i think it’s past what i can fathom because when reality ensures i remember, the pit in my stomach grows to overtake my body and i miss him in an indescribably profound manner. he was supposed to be here, coming into adulthood parallel to me. there is nothing to be said to alleviate the unfairness of a life cut so short. regardless of how anyone speaks of addiction, its something im no stranger to. difficulty of overcoming that type of dependency is familiar to me, as well as just how easy it is to fall into it. for it to grow into something dauntingly insurmountable before there’s a chance to catch it. it’s a kind of hell you only understand once you’ve been in deep for some years, it shouldn’t be able to take with such permanency. i miss him.

[dustvoid]

02.02.25

finally jan is fucking over. felt like the longest month. this job is already sucking the life out of me. it is so exhausting. I don't really know why im there but thank god it is only temporary. 10 hour days with 7 hours of sitting at a desk looking at a screen and 2 hours of travel. I know i'm whining I just don't know how people do it. it wouldn't be so bad if I actually had work to do but I feel like im twiddling my thumbs most of the time. but if they want to pay me for it. I feel so stuck all the time. I really don't want to do another customer service job and I was in the recruitment process for one but decided to drop out. the recruitment woman was a nightmare and it was honestly an extremely stressful experience. constantly emailing, ringing and texting me because I wasn't answering asap. to me it seemed very unprofessional and off-putting. she kept saying how upset she was and the team were and that they thought id be a good fit, well can they offer me the job then? all this over a second interview seemed ridiculous. I just don't want to travel an hour each way 4 days a week in the office. London is just too big. there will be other jobs and even if I have to temp until I leave it wouldnt be the worst thing. I just know I can't stay in customer service for the rest of my life and I need to get out. but it seems to be the only thing I can do which depresses me. I'm not sure if I can spend another year here but it really depends on what happens. maybe I will go home after summer once ive finished travelling. Claudia is going to getting married in November which is so exciting, but in an ideal world I would have stayed until mum and (maybe) Alice came over to the uk, but I also feel like I may not last until then anyway, and I definitely don't want to miss the wedding, so I will have to try and figure something out. it would be really silly to go and come back and probably very expensive too, but then the alternative would probably be spending the holidays alone, which I would've just done. I don't know, hopefully I can figure something out. I wanted to come home for summer anyway but didn't realise mum was coming after Christmas, and I don't want to do another winter here!!!!

I guess change is coming which should be exciting. I do want for this year to be better and im going to try. im moving house in a couple days and I will be living in east London for a bit. will be catching up with friends over the weekend. going to Berlin at the end of the month and will take some time off once this job finishes and reassess/plan for the next few months from April. I definitely want to do more and see more. I need to get over the feeling of missing out just because I am alone. it would obviously be nicer to do things with other people, but if I wait around I will end up doing nothing, and another year will be gone. I think it makes me feel sad being alone, and being out and seeing people together. I guess that is life though and I can sit and do nothing alone or go out and be alone and at least be doing something. so that needs to be my mindset for the year.

anyway this week is going to be so draining and im already tired thinking about it but somehow I will get through it.

[acelestialorca]

On my main I mentioned bird imagery romance songs preluding the end of relationships, so ill explain more here, for starters no I don't think theres some mass conspiracy or spiritual thing going on, its a weird coincidence, I said that to be kind of funny (which is why I do most things)

When I entered my first relationship, I around similar time heard the song 'Two Birds on a Wire' by Regina Spektor, great song do check it out. My relationship with this person was complicated, lets call them.... Hennessy, when it was good it was really good, but the bads were, not evil or abusive of course, just numb We both were going through some stuff, them more than me i think, and so they'd shut down a lot and repress feelings and emotions, one of these was the ominous reality that they did not love me, not even in a heartbreaking way where there was something wrong with me, they were, as it turns out, aromantic, and so the relationship ended in a very amicable and healthy way when we could really talk through it and I'm lying it was awful We had vaguely discussed it one night and left it there, and then I got a text the next day basically confirming it, oh did I mention I had left the county we both lived in to go to my first year of university a month before, overall a sense of not being loved for the year and half prior (a rationalising I've only just begun to reflect on and shake away), and being really alone for the first time in a new place, in a house share I hated all bubbled into the worst year of my life I think, and as that year began and the relationship ended, that song began to pop back up in my life, and listening to it made me cry as I thought about the plans we had and the life I wanted with them, but they seemed stuck in place, didn't move out for uni which meant we couldnt go to the same one etc etc That was around October 2022

Cut to October 2024, and hear a new song I like 'The Bird Song' by Noah Floersch featuring Em Beihold, again a banger. Its about two people who are not meant for each other, in fact who they are and what they want are very incompatible, but they ignore that and it kills one of them, takes the imagery of a Bird and and arrow, both flying through the air towards each other. Around this time I also met someone, lets call him Viktor. We hit it off so god damn fast, I always say to people, before him I'd only see someones eyes light up when doctor who was mentioned once before, and that was in the mirror- We starting dating mid november after a good amount of flirting, but just subtle enough to make me red string board in my mind about if he liked me- It was one of those moments where you meet someone and just know that, at least for some time, you're meant to be together, we just...fit Things were really really good, as they are at the start of these things, but I ignored something crucial, I want a more traditional romantic relationship, this was not that, not because it was non-monogamous, im up for that again for sure, but because we agreed to keep it low key, maybe not jump into labels, light and breezy you know? Thats what he wanted, and I (a liar) said I wanted to try that too, eventually things ramped up, he stayed over for the first time just before the christmas break at uni when he would go home for over a month, I'd then visit him during new years and meet his friends and parents, and at some point between staying the night, and me meeting family, we had become more serious, with more responsibility, and labels of 'Boyfriend' and 'Girlfriend' to match, and I loved it, I adored being a girlfriend, being someones something (not in an ownership way, we did not have that bdsm dynamic or any for that matter, but it made me feel really loved to be that to someone), what I didn't realise was I don't think he did, and I didn't know it but as I left him on the platform at the train station the day I was going home, I was leaving him for good, because after the longest 3 weeks ever (where our contact was frequent but distant at the same time) he came back. The first sign something was off was that I didn't know, none of this is more his fault than mine ofc, its who we are but ill get to that. He didn't tell me he was coming back to the town we study in, I found out after I had messaged him asking how his day was and he mentioned he was just back, my boyfriend was finally here again, a mere 20 minute walk away, and he didnt tell me. This stung a little but I didn't make a deal of it Its just if I was the one that was away, and I came back, I'd have told him the moment I knew (again not a dig, I think I know why he didnt and why I would have) Then we had a call, in which everything came out, I wont go too into depth about specifics of mental health cause even though i'm just calling him Viktor here, people who know me irl will still know who this is about, so general respect for privacy y'know, but he'd had some time alone, wrote stuff down and worked out that with where he was in life, and mental health, and emotions, he just wasnt ready for the kind of responsibility he thought the relationship now needed, combine that with him being worried about the potential deadline on the relationship (graduation, in a year) and thought about calling it off, we talked a little more and decided not to, phew. What I didn't tell him was I was thinking about doing my masters in his home city after uni ended, I loved him, and I wanted to be with him, but I hadn't brought that up because it was way too soon, and then it was way too late Too late because the next day I went over to his place, and we talked more, it got brought up again, and this time it was done, he called it off, we broke up.

I wont go how I reacted to this (well ill say the immediate, i shut down a bit, had a panic attack, cried, talked a bit more and decided to leave, you know general stuff) as the events of that night after I left his house is a whole different post (tldr; got drunk for the first time by myself in a city centre, not great as a woman).

Cut back to the bird song, two people who arent meant to be together in that way cause theyre just too different and cant really change who they are, trying to make it work and one of them annihilating the other, both end up feeling awful, one for what they have done, and the other for seeing it coming, not caring and then feeling stupid.

So yea, gonna be wary of bird related songs around when new relationships start-

Mahogany Tables o/

-Sky

[nathank77]

12/22/24

2:37 p.m Added to Significantly/Changed I wrote an essay.

I did leg day today. I did squats and this other calisthenic added on to what i normally do. It was a nice workout. I've been stretching recently in the stretching cage. Working on my trap a lot. I had to do my legs bc I def had an effective workout...

My trap is probably 95% healed... I might do it tomorrow. Sometimes I think it's 100%, I'd rather be safe than sorry... I wasn't even doing my back more than once a week for a long time and my traps got insanely big very quickly. I'll see how I feel tomorrow.

My biceps hurts and my forearm on only one side. My abs are fine. I actually didn't do any dumbbell exercises on arm and chest day.. I did all machines to maintain proper form. I did lift 40 pounds on just biceps though... I mean maybe that's why. I'll work around it if it hurts tomorrow.... maybe I've been working out so much I've been working around delayed onset muscle soreness... maybe I should do that instead of letting it hurt lol

But yea I'll figure it out tomorrow. My rib cage is starting to show a little and I can feel it. That's a first since basically childhood other than when I was super skinny when I was with cecile.

I can see that dip where my V is going to be when I get nice obliques. My hips are starting to be just skin. Im surprised how effective strength training can be with weight loss. The scale isn't moving... but my stomach is starting to be a thin person's stomach.. I still got a pouch though but it migrated to the center of my belly lol

I got a good hip flexor workout too. I did seated knee tucks.. and the squats. I did this calisthenic where you sit on a box and then stand and just keep doing that. God that killed. I did it until I couldn't stand anymore. I sat and I was stuck lol

I'm excited to do abs tomorrow and work around my bicep that should hopefully be fine by tomorrow. And maybe do my back..

I shaved my face and head today so I'm ready for Christmas. I still don't know what to do about that... do I stay with my mom or go to my dad's? Idk..... the blood has been on my mind still.. but getting less traumatic...sorta... her face got fucked up. Not really fucked up. But it's hard looking at her.

And Idk what to do about Christmas. I wouldn't need more xanax to sleep to stay home on Christmas day but I'll need it both the day before Christmas eve and Christmas eve if I go to my dad's. She will actually be sitting here alone. I do want to see my siblings, dad and Lori on Christmas...

I'm really confused by this and I have mixed feelings. Don't I deserve to see my siblings and my normal family and be around a Christmas tree and have a Christmas dinner and not be around fucking stupid Riley and feel safe and be able to eat??? But then I leave her alone. Idk what to do. She isn't making me feel bad about it at all.... truly... but I feel awful about it anyways.

Idk what to wear to my dad's for Christmas eve. I got all those nice clothes out of that one storage unit skye had me go through a few months ago. I mean I got my orange under armour shirts and a few other nice shirts. I got a bunch of buttons ups and vests and ties. It was a really clean one. I didn't have to go through some guys fucking underwear for that one. I got A LOT of nice clothes from that one. I mean I got my 3 pairs of dickies in different colors. Unfortunately the dress pants didn't fit me... maybe they would now but they are long gone.

I was thinking about wearing a dress shirt and a vest over it with a tie... and just my dickies and high tops bc I'm Nathan fox and yea that's who I am lol or ill just wear a hoodie and a t shirt.. I worry that I'll stain the clothes it's one of my biggest problems... I have decent clothes I won't wear unless I'm not going to eat... bc what if I ruin my nice clothes?? Idk. I sorta want to dress nice. I never see people. I have virtually no reason to ever wear those dress clothes. I always wanted to wear a vest over a button up and look nice and I could...

That Nike hoodie i got from the last storage unit is really nice.... really really nice. Almost new. And I love the color it's green like army green. But I mean i don't want to wear it bc what if I ruin it? It isn't black... I got a blue Adidas ones. It's nice but not amazing. It's thin. I'm going to keep asking my sister bc yea I'm poor enough to decide going through someone's underwear is worth it to find a few treasures...

I like the snow boots. I wish I could buy my own... but I mean i know they were a win... I know they are expensive... but if I could buy my own I wouldn't be worried about posion ivy being on them ...

My poison ivy obsession has gotten so bad i think it's on everything even things Riley never touched...if I don't know where it's been.

I also got a pair of Jordan and a pair of Nike black high tops. Both the boots and Nike high tops are 10.5 i mean tbh I think the Nike high tops are too big... the boots i actually think are a perfect fit funny enough... id need to wear them more to know for sure... but they actually seem to be perfect..

I got jordans too in prob a 9....the Jordan's fit very comfortably but they are kinda not worth keeping bc of condition..... it makes me want a pair of Jordan's though. Considering their condition and how fucking comfortable they are... also they do look nice... all high tops... nice styles..but like hundreds... probably bc they are comfortable... huh?

If I actually quit smoking... I'm going to be disgusting with shoes... I already rewarded myself. You don't even want to know how many shoes i bought myself. Let's just say that shoes are no longer a problem... yes I need like a pair of running shoes... and a pair of boots... maybe a pair of dress shoes.. but high tops... umm i do not need any lol going to 3 cigarettes a day deserved a fucking reward.

Speaking of I got to worry about cigarettes soon. I can probably make it 5 days max with what i have.

I haven't told anyone I'm getting hearing aid and I'm really scared to mention it.. idk how people will react about it. I'd rather tell them, than have them notice and bring it up.

I've been thinking about my dad recently. And especially bc of Christmas with my mom.. both my parents are getting older. My dad is losing it a little with the storage units... his basement which is half finished cause they are adding an extension to it is FILLED with storage unit stuff... Mike was such a cunt about saying i need to ask my dad if I could stay there when I kept saying you dont get it I've been to their house they actually DONT HAVE ANY ROOM for me.

I want to talk to my dad more. I don't want to leave my mom alone... idk what the right decision is.

[theshippingqueens-blog]

Christmas fic!

Ok so I have been dying to start writing one of these and thanksgiving is in 13 more days sooo its not too early to start one of these! Also my bday is on the 30th so yay me! This is a Dnf xmas fic based on the Dteam Christmas in 2022 that I loved.

For thoses of you who don’t celebrate xmas happy holidays!

Dreams pov~

The warm glow of the Christmas lights illuminated the house as I sat with George on the sofa happy that I was able to spend this Christmas with George and hopefully many others in the future. I smiled as George stuck another bow on me “Can you stop?” I said playfully swatting his hand away. He smiled I could tell he was really happy. “But your covered in them I wanna add more!” He said trying to put a green one near the blue one that was on my face. I caught his hand pulling him closer. “I said stop” I said chuckling. His cheeks turned a light pink his gaze meeting mine. “Or what?” He said smirking. “Hey can you two stop being gay for a few minutes and help me clean all the mess up?” Sapnap said as I let Georges hand go feeling my face heat up. I silently went to the kitchen starting on the mess there, I put all the cookies up then started to wipe all the counters down. I spotted the Christmas card I gave George open on the counter. I smiled picking it up. I frowned seeing the ‘I love you’ at the bottom. All this time he’s thought I meant it as a joke. Well im also to blame for that but…That didn’t mean I never actually meant it as a joke. My feelings for George were real and having him here for Christmas was like a dream come true. Not only that he was finally here in the states and seeing him every day for the last 2 months has honestly been really amazing. I put the card down continuing to clean humming along to the soft Christmas music that played. Christmas day was tomorrow and I did not feel like having a messy kitchen. I heard Sap and George talking about something before Sap headed into the kitchen as I finished loading the dishwasher. “What’s up?” I asked as I leaned agesnt the counter placing the card down realizing I still had it. “Nothing. We finished up in there so I wanted to see if you were done.” “Yeah I just finished up.” He grabbed his keys. “Well I have some stuff to do I’ll be back later tonight see you two around.” He said walking out leaving just me and George alone in the house. I sighed heading into the living room to see George. I smiled seeing him in that oversized hoodie .  I sat next to him trying to pluck off all the bows. “A little help please?” I asked trying to unstick one from my beanie. George looked up at me and smiled. He took off my beanie and took the bow off. His hand went to my hair. He started playing with it. “You look better like this. Your hair is so soft.” He whispered as I felt my cheeks flush. “you can play with it…How bout I lay on your lap as we watch a Christmas movie?” I asked trying to hide the fact that I was blushing. “Sure.” We decided to watch elf as I laid my head on his lap as he combed his fingers thru my curls. “You know...theres one gift that I really loved.” George whispered. “And that was?” “Remember that dono someone gave a few years ago? If I had to have one thing in the world what would it be? I said a plane ticket to your house and a permanent place here…look were I am now…That’s the best gift of all.”  He said. I sat up smiling. “That is the best gift of all being able to spend all this time with you has been totally amazing. And I wouldn’t trade anything in the world for this.. what we have is special priceless.” I cupped his cheek. “Your priceless George you’re the most wonderful human being in the world.” I said as he smiled. “*Cough* Im sorry to interrupt this sappy moment between you guys but look up.” I looked behind me too see Sap holding a stick a string attached to it. I looked up to see…mistletoe. I met Georges gaze his cheeks a pale pink. “Merry Christmas.” I said before pulling him into a kiss he kissed back as sapnap clapped. “FINALLY! Now imma give the fans a good Christmas present.” I pulled away my eyes wide…”George I love you but me and you both know what that means if Sap posts that.” I said. He smiled. “Let him we’ll post that pic I have of him and punz.” He said before pulling me into another kiss.

This was all I wanted to spend Christmas in the arms of the person I loved.

The end~

[deadxmastreedownthehighway]

i simply feel alone even with my closest kin.. I tell her my shames but I can never share certain pains with her.. or anything I get into first. She never has interest.. I feel alone.. I love things alone because I simply tainted it before she touched it.. It disgustes her.. My mother is another whom I can never connect with my passions with. She only likes playing as the saviour. I cant connect with someone that doesnt care about my mentally.. it wont get better only worse.. its always been like that. my sister.. the one expecting... i miss having you be my sister.. i dont know if i can blame myself for being the defect i am.. could i hold my 15 year old self accountable for being a problem child to you? I didnt know better when we acted out that christmas. I feel awful.. i hate existing. I hate providing and its never enough for anyone.. or at least the few unfortunate people that lurk around me. If she hadnt been here I would have sliced my arms several times. I wouldnt have cared but they would see and pretend to care.. im a defected monster that is not worth rewiring.. it would take too much effort just to half function. doesnt matter where i run cuz im still stuck with myself. how is it possible to hate who i am? i never see myself all i have is memories of my actions but through my own eyes and reactions of others. i wish i was thoughtless and fearless. im afraid instinctively. my body reaction terrifies me even more.. nothing is going to change even if i try..

[clownery-and-fuckery]

AAAH THANK YOU!!!! I HOPE YOU FEEL BETTER SOON ML <3!!!!!!

Last song stuck in your head: I'm gonna be honest my first answer was a Christmas song BUT I've got My Love, Mine All Mine by Mitski stuck in my head atm

Favourite Dinosaur: OOOOO I'm a classic person I love a T-Rex(the fact that they evolve into CHICKENS is hilarious to me) and I really like Sauropods too!!!

Fun Fact: hmm.. let's see- I used to do drama/acting and sing all the time when I'm home alone :)) HUGE musical fan right here

Last Mode of Transportation: my mother dearest decided it was my turn to drive the car

Fluff/smut/angst/crack: now I LOVE a good hurt/comfort- and I'm really really into writing the SADDEST angst I possibly can- but I love a good fluffy fic :(( I don't usually delve into smut tbh?? But I'll read just about anything(@mlichaelm was a witness to my last horror story of a fanfic reading... it was not fun)

Pet status: IM ALLERGIC TO ANIMALS 😔 but i used to have two cats named Pip and Squeak and i LOVED THEM and in the future I would gladly die with a cat as my companion

Current temperature where you are: uh.. its pretty cold I think?? Its like 11⁰ Celsius, do the maths urself LOSERS(51.8°F according to google)

Emoji combo for your current status: uhh 🕺🎶😞✍️ (I'm... writing sad things and dancing to the music of the screams of my victims(tech))

Thank you sm again for the tag!!!

Tagging: @soldfor3000credits, @moss-tombstone, @writer-reader-skater , @nobody-expects-the-inquisitorius and any other mutual who would like to join in <3!!!!!!!

Nine people I'd like to get to know better

Thanks for the tag @marbled-polecat and @hawthornsword !

Last song stuck in your head: Baby it’s Cold Outside, but the vine version of the Eartha Kitt version

Favorite dinosaur: triceratops, it’s so pokey!

Fun fact - was once part of a Cirque du soleil show just as an audience participant but had to go onstage in front of all them people, just me and one other guy. It was awesome

Last mode of transportation: unfortunately a car, man I wish there was a functional train system near me :/

Fluff/smut/angst/crack?: smut and angst (as long as there’s a happy ending), fluff sometimes, crack nah

Pet status: dog, the most stubborn loveliest little mutt lady

Current temperature where you are: too damn warm for this time of year 51F

Emoji combo for your current state: 🤔🎄🍫✍️🛋️ 🎞️

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Tags! @dahscribbler @frostbitebakery @chocomars @holding-hands-and-hearts @elismor and anyone else who wants to

[svttingz]

Leave her alone.

pairing: Bernard x fem reader

summary: just toy Santa treating you bad

warnings: none

A/N: MY LAST STORY DELETED ( also writing part 2 of this ) i also dont own this gif

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last Christmas, your life changed forever. 

your dad is Santa Claus.

he made Santa fall off a roof, on accident of course. he put on the coat and delivered the rest of the presents to the children.

there was a certain little elf hat next to the Santa outfit that you tried on. and lets just say. never in your life has something felt so right. it was the same when you met Bernard. the cute head elf that had stolen your heart. 

he trained you everyday for the last year so you could become an elf. when one of those lessons led to you going to kiss him on the cheek then him turning his head on accident causing you to kiss him on the lips. you both immediately pulled away, but then you both leaned in again and kissed once again. thats when u guys started seeing each other.

he would visit you everyday after that till you moved to the North Pole to fully commit to being an elf, thats also when your age stopped.

fast forward a year later officially 3 days till Christmas. and there is a new clause. your dad has till Christmas eve to find a wife or you cant be an elf anymore and he wont be Santa anymore.

so you and Bernard have been spending a lot more time with each other since ‘the desantafication process has began’ according to Curtis and so has the delfication. your ears are going back to normal by the day.

so while your dad went out to find a wife, you, Bernard, and Curtis were stuck to deal with toy Santa. 

oh did i mention how they made a toy Santa to impersonate Santa while hes gone??? 

yeah you heard me

“you know this book is very interesting reading, theres a lot of rules right here at the North Pole they're not following” toy Santa says looking at the book

“Thats what ive been saying all along, every since mr elf number one here got all lovey dovey with miss Y/N, things have gotten a little to sloppy” Curtis says

“excuse me?” you and Bernard say at the same time

“yes and sloppiness means mistakes, and mistakes arent a good thing! i think i might need to make some changes around here” Toy Santa says

“what’d you have in mind boss?” Curtis asks

“well let me show you” Toy Santa says as they began to walk away, 

“i really hope my dad can find a wife, i dont want to leave here” you say looking at Bernard as you guys were walking behind toy Santa and Curtis.

“me too, i cant lose you” Bernard says while grabbing your hand

“whoa whoa whoa, what is this” Toy Santa says referring to me and Bernard holding hands. “it clearly says here in the handbook, “elves should not have any romantic relationship with humans” 

“oh no sir, im an elf” you say with a smile

he glares down at me and bends down to my height, “Y/N was it? you young lady are no elf, all you are is a sad, strange little HUMAN girl who wants to be an elf but will never be one.” he says

“hey. Leave her alone. dont talk to her like that.” Bernard says while getting in front of me 

“and you Mr elf number one, need to set an example for these elves that arent following these rules” Toy Santa says turning to Bernard then walking off.

“im sorry about him Y/N that was a really horrible thing he said” Bernard says turning around and rubbing my arms.

all you could think about after Toy Santa’s words were, “hes right you know, technically right now im not an elf. im just a sad strange little human girl.” you say with a sad face

“no hes wrong.” Bernard says, “i dont care what he says, i love you as an elf or no elf. you'll always be my snowbell” he says with a smile.

you smile, “thank you Bernard, i love you too” you say as he leans down to capture your lips with his. you wrapped your arms around his neck pulling him closer. when u parted he placed his forehead on yours

“Get a room, lovebirds” Curtis says with a disgusted look on his face

you and Bernard both let out a laugh.

poor Curtis.

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[f10werfae]

Protector, mine

pairing: BF!Chris Evans x GF!Reader

summary: Hi! If you take requests can you write one where reader is home alone when there's a break in while Chris is out with friends?

requests are open/likes, comments and reblogs are appreciated♥️

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Y/n padded around their open pan kitchen gracefully, her boyfriend Chris pressing a soft kiss to her lips, his hands placed onto her chin. “I’ll be back before midnight baby, alright? Ring me if you need anything, I love you so so much” He whispered against her lips, kissing both her cheeks then her nose, causing it to wrinkle adorably in response.

“Okayyy Chris, go enjoy yourself and don’t get too drunk. I’ll be fine, now go you big goof” Y/n laughed pushing her man’s hands from her waist and pushing him towards the front door, even handing him his baseball cap on the way out.

'Finally’ She thought to herself, a night just for her to relax by herself, and of course her baby Dodge who was now looking up at her with his puppy eyes. Giving him a scratch to the ear she went off to her first mission, a lavender scented bubble bath with a lush bath bomb, something Chris had specifically bought for her.

God was he smitten with her. His friends were even surprised he came out tonight, ever since they had started dating 2 years ago he had been on his knees for her basically, he was definitely the happiest he had ever been. Taking off her clothes Y/n settled into the steaming hot water, her hair tied into a bun onto the top of her head, her skin turning in the purple water.

It all started when Chris came into her family’s restaurant that Y/n was helping out in over the Christmas holidays, and Chris couldn’t help but obviously ogle the gorgeous woman in front of him. Her beautiful eyes and caring demeanour immediately attracted him, heck on their first date he even made her a bouquet out of books. Books she had mentioned that were on her reading list during one of their first conversations-

*BANG*

Interrupting her daydreaming session, Y/n sat up a bit more in the tub, but this time more alert. Silence filled the bathroom,

Chris would definitely have called up to here by now?

Not having a good feeling whatsoever, Y/n stood up and put on Chris’ white fluffy robe that she tended to steal often. Dodger’s poor whines calling at her through the en suite bathroom. Opening the door, she knew something was wrong when she heard multiple male voices booming from the downstairs. Her heart basically dropped to her pussy, bless her soul.

Within seconds she went from a state of panic to pure fear, what the fuck do you even do in this situation? What if they were armed?

Hearing footsteps come up the house, she backed herself and Dodger back into the bathroom, turned off the lights and settled them into the corner furthest away from the door. Her hands were shaking as she texted Chris

Y/n: There’s people in the house Chris, I don’t know what to do but i’m calling 911. Do not call me or else they’ll hear

Not even waiting for his response she straight away called 911, and those few seconds of ringing were the worst few seconds of her life. Poor Dodger was whining at his momma, his snout booping her arm to hide under it himself. Y/n was shivering, cursing at herself for putting her clothes into the washing machine before getting into the bath. Now she was stuck and practically naked.

911: 911 What’s your emergency

Y/n heard whispers and shouts coming from the direction of their bedroom, surely they were close by, fuck sake.

Y/n: There’s people that have broken into my house, please come quickly, i’m at (insert address)

911: Ma’am who else is there with you? I’ve dispatched a team, so stay on the line with me

Y/n: U-uh just me and my dog, my boyfriend’s out right now but I’ve let him know-

*Rattle*

Y/n: please please hurry they're trying to get into the room im in

Y/n felt herself freeze, multiple bangs were thrown against the tough bathroom door, which she could only assume was them throwing their shoulders against it; accompanied with the door knob rattling every few seconds.

911: Ma’am they’re on their way I promise, stay on the line with me, you don’t have to talk but stay on the line

Y/n switched the tabs on her phone and saw the spam texts from Chris

Chris: babe what do you mean?

Chris: Hello?

Chris: HELLO

Chris: Did you call 911?

Chris: Y/n are you safe?

Chris: I’m on my way.

And that text was sent 8 minutes ago.

Y/n: Dodger and I are in the bathroom hiding, I don’t know how many there are but the police are on their way. I’m not coming out of here unless you’re the one outside the door

Turning her phone off, she listened to the reassurance coming from the caller, her breath shuttering and her eyes letting tears out from fear. Thankfully the intruders seemed to have just left the bathroom door, probably ransacking the array of jewellery hidden around their shared bedroom.

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Chris’ knuckles whitened on his drive home, dare I say he even ran through a few red lights and speed limits. His girlfriend had sent him that most recent text and Jesus, his heart was going 100 miles an hour.

Approaching their suburban house, Chris saw the police cars lined up and down the street, multiple officers standing by the front door.

“Excuse me officer, my girlfriend is inside” Chris said shoving past them and forcing his way inside to see two officers cuffing two men who were clearly off on some sort of substance, Chris didn’t even want to imagine what they were capable of.

Ignoring the questions and pleas from the officers to calm down, Chris sprinted up the stairs, skipping a few along the way. Their house had absolutely been ransacked, furniture and their beloved items thrown carelessly around the place, photo frames cracked and scrambled. To say he was angry was an understatement, not even words could describe how he was feeling.

“Ma’am it’s okay to come out, it’s police, i’m Officer Birch-“

“I told you, i’m not coming out until my boyfriend is here” He heard her voice say, not the usual jolly sound he loved, but a fragile broken tone.

Going over to the door past the officers,

“Baby? It’s me Chris”

“Chris?”

“It’s me honey, your Chris-“

Before he could even say anything else, the door had been thrown open and his girlfriend was back where she belonged, with him and in his arms. Her body still clad in his white robe as sobs wrecked through her entire body, was this really happening right now?

Chris felt himself sigh in relief knowing that she was safe,

“Sir, we need a statement-“

“Can we leave it to tomorrow bud? It’s late, you can come back tomorrow” Chris whispered, but the silence in the room amplified it. His arms rubbing up and down Y/n’s back, his lips kissing the top of her head. Nodding at Chris, the officers left and the only thing to be heard a few minutes later was the front door clicking shut.

“I-I was so scared, Dodger was scared too. What if they got the bathroom door open-“

“Bunny shh, i’m here, you’re safe now okay?” Chris cupped her face in his hands, his nose nuzzling gently against hers, Y/n’s glossy eyes staring back into his deep blue ones.

“Do we have to stay here Chris? Don’t wanna”

“No baby, i’ve got something set up for us already, you don’t need to worry your pretty head about anything else. Now let’s get you and Dodge all set up and ready to go” Before Chris could even leave the embrace, Y/n had latched onto him shaking her head, his heart breaking even more.

“Alright bunny you stay with me yeah?”

Nodding, Y/n held onto his hand and let him lead her towards her dressed. The shock from the break in still extremely fresh in her mind. Holding onto his shoulders, Chris helped her slip on her underwear and fluffy pyjamas bottoms and then his soft jumper to top it off. In silence Y/n watched Chris pack both their overnight bags, along with Dodger’s who was sitting patiently with his head in Y/n’s lap.

“Come on bunny, let’s get outta here” Chris said softly holding his hand out for her to hold, both of them getting out of the car quickly and into Chris’ car, Y/n not letting go of his hand once.

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“ babe, we’re gonna stay here is that ok?” Chris had driven them to his smaller bungalow almost an hour away, a place they use for small getaways to the countryside. Y/n nodded looking at him with a small smile, feeling a sense of comfort looking at the familiar house.

With Dodger settled in the living room in his bed with his water and food bowl, the pup knocked out from exhaustion almost instantly. Chris frowning at the effect it had on his little companion before following his lover into the small cosy bedroom. Lit up by rosey lamps, Y/n took his hand and led him to the fluffy bed. Her arms wrapping around his torso, her head laying on his pec.

“I was so scared of losing you ya know?” Chris whispered brushing through her hair with his hands, his lips pecking her forehead every so often, her fingers tracing shapes over his bare chest. His clothes discarded onto the floor mindlessly with Y/n whimpering about wanting to be as close to him as possible.

“I love you Chris, thank you for coming as soon as possible. I-I was terrified and I still am to be honest. I know with you i’m safe”

“I-I love you so much more baby, you don’t even understand. I will never let any bastard come near you again, and it never should have happened. I’m sorry I couldn’t have done more though”

“You’ve done all you can Chris, and you’ve done more than enough by just being here with me”

Chris tilted her head up and kissed her lips softly, his lips travelling to her cheeks and neck, leaving a trail of open mouthed wet kisses; something he knew comforted her. One of her legs wrapped around his waist so she was fully on him, her lips pecking his chest softly before laying her head down.

Thankfully soon enough, Chris watched her eyes close peacefully, the stress of the day leaving her for now. All Chris knew was that he would be with her every step of the way during this whole ordeal, so much that he couldn’t help but steal another kiss from her lips, her lips smiling subconsciously in her sleep. His hands up under his jumper that she was wearing, lazily drawing shapes onto her back, her soft breaths filling the room.

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