#[im stuck here alone for christmas too.]

[maractean]

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[feenoire]

Thorned Innocence

dark!joel miller x f!reader (one shot)

rating: explicit 18+ minors dni

word count: 4.1k

warnings: DDDNE, non-consensual rough sex, coercion, virginity loss, cunnilingus, substance use and drugging, age difference (19/50).

summary: on christmas eve, everything takes a dark turn when your sister has to leave, leaving you alone with her husband.

a/n: i never planned to write this, but the idea has been stuck in my mind. as a reminder, this is purely fictional, and i do not condone nor romanticize anything like this in real life. if this story is bothering you in any way, please take care of yourself. your well-being is the most important thing <𝟑. this is my first time writing smut btw and i tried my best :) also, im sorry for being inactive lately, everything keeps falling apart. ive been feeling overwhelmed and tired, but im trying to focus on writing because it helps me cope when everything feels out of control. i appreciate your support and patience, it means the world to me. thank you 𐙚

dividers by @strangergraphics

The snow falls softly outside the window, blanketing the ground in a soft, powdery white. It’s Christmas night, and the kitchen is filled with the comfortable glow of warm, dim light. The scent of freshly baked cookies fills the air as you carefully shape the dough into little deer for your sister, Ana, and her husband, Joel.

The cozy crackle of the fire in the living room adds to the peaceful atmosphere. Your heart is full of love and excitement as you can’t wait to share the little deer-shaped cookies with them.

You’ve been living under their roof for a month now, ever since your dad passed away. Your sister insists on it, not wanting you to be alone in your parents’ house, even though you’re nineteen and perfectly capable of taking care of yourself. She can’t bear the thought of you being all alone, even if you’re an adult.

She’s almost like a mother to you, despite the twenty-year age gap. Since you were a baby, she’s been there, always taking care of you to help your dad. Filling the void left by your mother, who passed away giving birth to you. That was until Joel married her when you were ten, and then she left.

Sometimes, it feels like it’s your fault that your mother isn’t here, and as a child, you would wake up in the middle of the night, crying, overwhelmed with guilt. But your sister was always there to calm you, wrapping you in her arm, and reassuring you that it wasn’t your fault. She would remind you that your mother’s love was an act of sacrifice and that you were never to blame. Her soothing words always helped lift the weight from your heart.

You love your sister deeply, and you often feel that the least you can do is show your gratitude in small, meaningful ways. Baking those cookies for her and Joel is your way of expressing how thankful you are for everything they’ve done for you.

“What are you doing, doll?” Ana asks, stepping into the kitchen with a warm smile.

You don’t hear her footsteps, and it’s almost as if she’s purposely creeping up behind you. Startled, you quickly turn around and hide the baked cookies behind your back. “Nothing,” you say, trying to act casual.

“It’s not nothing. I can smell it from upstairs. Move!” she says with a playful laugh, gently nudging you aside to peek behind you.

“No!”

Her eyes light up as she spots the deer-shaped cookies. “Oh my god, this is so cute!”

“You’re not supposed to see it now,” you say, a hint of disappointment in your voice as you cross your arms, a small pout forming on your lips.

“Well, I already saw it. Can I try one?” she asks with a teasing smile, reaching for a cookie.

“It was supposed to be a surprise, and now it’s ruined,” you reply, trying to hide a smile.

“Wait… you made this for me?”

You bow your head, trying to hide your rosy cheeks, and bite your lip before speaking softly, “Yeah… I made this for you and Joel.” Your voice is quiet, almost shy.

“You’re too sweet,” she says, her voice filled with affection. She looks at you with an expression full of love. “You didn’t have to do this, but it means so much.”

“I wanted to,” you say softly. “It’s the least I can do… for everything you’ve done for me.”

She smiles warmly and pulls you into a hug. You always love the feeling of being wrapped in her arms—it’s a warmth that feels like coming home.

“I love you, doll.”

You smile, your voice barely above a whisper as you try not to get too emotional, “I love you, too.”

“For god’s sake, just try the cookies,” you say with a playful laugh as you gently push her away, your cheeks still warm.

“Fine,” she says, grabbing one of the warm cookies and taking a bite, then she grins. “This is amazing! You really outdid yourself.”

“Really? Thanks,” your cheeks turning a little pink under her praise.

Too caught up in the moment, you don’t realize Joel has been standing in the kitchen doorway, watching the two of you all this time. It isn’t until he coughs that you notice him, his brown eyes fixed on you.

“Honey, come over here and try the cookie she made!” Ana says excitedly. “She baked these just for us.”

“Really? Reckon it’s alright if I try one, sweetheart?” Joel asks you, his voice deep with a slow southern drawl.

“Yeah, actually they’re for both of you,” you say, smiling shyly.

Joel steps closer, his hand reaching for a cookie, the other gently resting on your waist as he stands behind you a little too long. The touch lingers for a moment before he pulls back, but you remain lost in the warmth of the moment with your sister, not noticing.

Joel looks at you and speaks, “You really know how to make somethin’ special.”

You look up at him, unaware that there’s more behind his words, something unspoken. “Thanks, Joel. It’s supposed to be eaten with cold milk to taste even better.”

You cannot help but miss your dad so much. But as you stand there, surrounded by your sister’s laughter, and Joel’s quiet presence, you find comfort. It feels like the warmth of family, a sense of belonging that you’ve longed for.

The sound of the phone ringing fills the room, breaking the peaceful moment. Ana reaches into her pocket and pulls out her phone, glancing at the screen before answering. “Hello?”

Her facial expression shifts, her smile fading into something more urgent. Eyes widening slightly, eyebrows furrowing with concern.

“What is it?” Joel asks.

You kneel on the couch in the quiet living room, your chin resting on your crossed arms which you fold over the backrest. Watching your sister’s car grow smaller in the distance until it finally vanishes behind the thin lace curtains.

Meanwhile, Joel watches quietly from behind, secretly enjoying the sight of you at that moment, a twisted smirk slowly forming on his lips. His thoughts drifts, imagining the feel of the silken skin of your back and waist beneath his touch, savoring the vulnerability of your posture on the couch.

“Sweetheart,” he calls for you.

You turn around and sit down, looking up at him. He can see the tears shimmer in your eyes, threatening to fall, while your soft lips slightly pouty.

“She’ll probably be back ‘fore you even wake up,” Joel says gently as he tries to soothe you.

“I know, but it’s Christmas Eve,” you speak softly. “Why couldn’t they have called another doctor instead of her?”

“Most of ‘em are probably outta town now.”

Ana suddenly had to rush to the hospital after hearing about a car accident in the local town. Joel wanted to drive her, but she firmly urged him to stay behind, telling him that she didn’t want you to be left alone on such a night. As the door closed behind her, Joel couldn’t help but feel a dark sense of satisfaction being alone with you.

“You don’t have to be sad, I’m here, little girl,” he whispers softly. Joel slides his hand gently along your soft thigh as he kneels before you. You’re so beautiful up close, like a delicate porcelain doll—fragile, with a vision of innocence.

You smile softly, sadness in your eyes. “Thank you, Joel,” you whisper, and wrap your arms around him.

The feeling of your body pressed against his sends a shiver down his spine and stirs undeniable arousal within him. His pulse quickens and he aches for more, so he holds you tighter.

It’s not just desire—it’s a need, dark, and uncontrollable.

Joel had always seen you as his wife’s little sister. He’d watched you grow up from a distance, never once thinking of you in any way other than family, you were just a kid in his eyes—until you moved in with them.

You’ve grown up and blossomed into a lovely young woman. You’re beautiful in a way that feels dangerous, almost too much to bear, and it unsettles him. You’re still shy, still that quiet little girl, but there’s something new there, something he can’t look away from.

You’ve been consuming his thoughts for the last four weeks, invading his mind, even in his sleep. To him, you are both salvation and damnation.

Joel takes a deep breath, reluctantly pulling away. His big hands gently cradle your warm cheeks as he looks into your eyes. “How ‘bout we watch somethin’ you love? Got a go-to Christmas movie?”

“Edward Scissorhands?”

He chuckles, shaking his head with a playful grin. “That ain’t a Christmas movie, sweetheart.”

“Yes, it is!”

“I don’t know ‘bout that,” he says. “But if you wanna watch it, I’m all for it.”

The rosy smile returns to your face as you nod. “Okay.”

“Alright, c’mon.”

“I’m gonna put all the cookies in the jar first. Wait for me?”

Joel sits on the couch, remote in hand, pretending to focus on the screen, but his eyes dart to the doorway every few seconds. He hears your footsteps before he sees you, and his heart flutters. You walk in, holding a small bowl of the deer-shaped cookies.

His eyes trace every inch of you, and you’re utterly unaware of it. He loves the way your lips curve, the innocent tilt of your head, your eyes blinking, like a shy little creature who doesn’t even know how dangerous it is to be this close to him.

You place the bowl on the coffee table, and you settle beside him, close enough that he can feel the warmth of your body.

As time passes, Joel’s attention drifts away from the movie. Instead, it’s entirely on you. The way your smile lights up as you watch Kim dancing in the snowfall while Edward carves an angelic ice sculpture of her. The lace-trimmed strap of your top slips from your shoulders, revealing the gentle curve of your collar bones, which move rhythmically with each breath. Your leg brushes against his, sending a wave of heat through him.

Joel shifts uncomfortably. His hand moves, adjusting the growing tension in his jeans, and he pretends to cough.

“I’m gonna go to the bathroom,” he mutters. “Wait here.”

He leaves the room without looking at you, and all he hears is the faint sound of your soft voice saying, “Okay.”

Instead of heading to the bathroom, Joel makes his way to the kitchen. He takes a bottle of whiskey from the cabinet, and takes a long swig straight from the bottle, savoring the burn.

Convincing himself that this is something he must do, he steadies his breath. There you are, oblivious, sitting innocently on the couch. Tonight, he has you all to himself, and he’s not about to let this opportunity slip through his fingers.

Joel makes two cups of hot cocoa, the steam rising from the mugs. Then, he reaches into his back pocket, pulls out a bottle of Rohypnol, and crushes a pill between his fingers. He stirs the powder into your Peter Rabbit mug.

Again, he adjusts the growing tent in his jeans, the dark thrill of what he plans to do with you tonight coursing through him. A low groan escapes his lips at the sensation. He takes a deep breath, steadying himself before he grabs the mugs and heads back to the living room.

“Here, sweetheart, drink this.”

You happily take the mug from him, unaware of the danger hidden within. “Thanks, Joel!” You take a sip of the warm drink.

He returns to your side, his hand squeezes your thigh lightly. “Do you like it?” he asks with a hint of a smirk.

“Hmm, let’s try it with the cookie,” you say cheerfully, grabbing one for yourself and one for Joel, you smile innocent and unaware.

In twenty minutes’ time, he sees your eyes blinking slowly, the sleepiness overtaking you. The mug is empty in your hands.

A cruel smirk forms on his lips as he watches you in your vulnerable state. “C’mon, little girl, let’s go to your room.”

With unsettling calmness, he gently lifts your weak body, cradling you in his arms. He walks down the hall to your bedroom in the stillness of the cold night.

Your room feels dreamy and cozy, with its dim, soft, and golden light. There’s a bed with ruffled bedding, an antique wooden mirror, some pretty flowers on the dresser, and a porcelain doll sitting on your bed.

The chamber is delicate, reflecting you, Joel thinks.

He lays you down on your bed. His gaze, dark and predatory, moves over your smaller body, taking in every detail, memorizing the way you look beneath him—so beautiful and perfect.

Joel never wanted anything the way he wants you. You’ve awakened something within him—something dark and primal—that he never knew existed. It’s like a hunger that cannot be ignored, a need that must be fulfilled, or he’ll die.

He leans in, your breath warm against his skin.

“Joel,” you whisper, your drooping eyes locking with his.

Joel slowly but firmly crushes his lips against yours. He groans as he tastes the sweetness of your lips for the first time.

You begin to move beneath him in an attempt to get away, but it’s no use. He observes you struggling weakly, darkly pleased.

His kiss loses its tenderness and becomes rough and desperate. A soft whimper escapes your lips, and God, he loves that sound.

With merciless force, he pushes his tongue past your delicate lips, tasting and exploring while leaving a trail of moisture behind. The taste of you drives him wild, his grip tightens on your body.

“No…”

“It’s alright, little girl. It’s just me,” he says, his voice deep and strained with arousal.

Joel trails his lips down your neck. When he reaches the fluttering pulse at your throat, his teeth graze your flesh before he bites down, but not enough to leave a mark. Then, his tongue moves slowly, wetly, tasting your skin.

After a while, his hands move with deliberate care as he begins to undress you from your sleepwear.

Joel’s breath catches in his throat. You’re exquisite, every inch of you more perfect than he imagines. His eyes roam over your naked form, drinking in every detail. The curve of your soft breasts rises and falls with each breath.

“So pretty.”

He squeezes your breasts with his large hands and roughly sucks on your nipples, as though trying to coax something out. All the while, he ruts his hard cock against you.

The weak pressure of your hands against his shoulders and your soft whimpers, makes him groan. He can feel his cock throbbing painfully hard, pulsing beneath his jeans at the sensation.

“Joel… please.”

He leans back, pulling your nipple with him before releasing it with a soft pop, leaving trails of drool behind.

“You want more? Is that why you’re cryin’?”

He gently pushes your hair away from your tear-streaked face and he presses his lips against your damp cheeks, tasting the salt of your tears.

Then, he slowly removes your white ruched lace panties, noticing the dampness at the center. He laughs as he runs his fingers over the fabric before slipping them into his pocket.

You weakly try to close your knees, but Joel presses his fingers sharply into your skin, forcing them open. The pain makes you cry out, tears falling from your eyes.

“Pathetic,” he mutters under his breath.

Joel lets out a low groan at the sight of your little pussy. It’s glistening and swollen, and he knows that when he thrusts his massive cock inside, it will be searingly hot and impossibly tight.

“Well, look at that, such a pretty pussy, little girl,” he murmurs, his voice filled with disbelief and hunger. “And you’ve been keepin’ this from me?”

He uses his fingers to spread your folds, admiring the swollen little clit hidden beneath. It’s pulsing and gleaming in the dim light, soaking his finger.

Joel starts rubbing your swollen clit, and it doesn’t take long for you to become more wet and needy. Your tight hole clenches rhythmically around nothing as he rubs you faster, he savors the sight of it and your helpless cries.

“Jesus, baby, you’re soaking wet,” he chuckles darkly. “Ain’t nobody ever touched this sweet little pussy before, huh? So fuckin’ needy.”

“Stop,” you say breathlessly.

“Need to get my mouth on you.”

Captivated by the sight of your little cunt drooling all over your thighs, he pulls his finger away. You gasp and wail as he starts using his mouth and noisily slurping at your wet cunt.

It’s rare that he gets the chance to taste such a beautiful, untouched little pussy. And he’s going to savor every second of it.

He greedily laps at your wetness, pushing his tongue into your slit before assaulting your clit with hard and relentless strokes. Then, he lowers his face, pressing his nose into your clit as his tongue delves deeply into your core, forcing you open. His movements are wild, drilling through your cunt and pushing against your walls as his fingers painfully sink into your thighs.

He groans against you, swallowing all the sweet juice pouring from you, like a fountain of youth. “How the hell you taste this good, little girl?” he growls.

After a while, you’re trembling in his grip. Your sobs and pleas fill his ears as you weakly kick your feet against his back, your hands unable to move, futilely tugging at his salt-and-pepper hair as you cum. Your juices flooded his mouth and soaking the sheets beneath you.

“That’s my good girl.”

He feels the wetness of his precum staining his jeans, a growl escaping him as he quickly undoes his belt and takes off his pants to free his aching cock, desperate for release.

He retrieves his phone from his jeans pocket, presses record, and sets it on your bedside table, carefully angling it to capture every raw detail of the two of you before he begins.

Joel knows it’s going to hurt—his cock is massive, thick veins throbbing beneath the thin skin.

He ruts his hips against yours, his bulbous tip gathering your slickness along his hard cock. A soft whimper escapes your lips each time he brushes against your clit.

“So sensitive.”

Joel wraps the base of his girthy cock with one hand, the other finding your hip, holding you still as he lines his cock with your tiny hole and split you in half.

You whimper as you struggle with the overwhelming stretch of just the tip pressing past your entrance and start squirming. “Hurts!”

An animalistic groan escapes his lips as your pussy swallows his angry, red tip with a wet squelch and a tense pulse, stretching you open.

“You’re so goddamn tight, little girl. Fuckin’ made for me,” he grits his teeth, barely holding back.

“Hurts… stop.”

Your pretty face is flushed and streaked with tears as he watches you, lips red and swollen, whimpering in pain. He enjoys the way your face is contorted. “Be quiet, little girl.”

Joel inches his cock deeper, the earlier strokes of his tongue doing little to ease the intense stretch of your cunt around him. Patience wearing thin, he roughly forces his cock inside you in one go, nudging against your cervix, making you moan in pain.

Desire clouds his mind, blinding him to your well-being.

Your moan turns into a broken hiccup, followed by a soft sob as Joel starts to pound into your tight hole with a ruthless, brutal force.

“Joel, hurts,” you cry, your hands desperately clawing at his chest, muscles weak and useless.

“You feel so fuckin’ good, little girl,” he moans from the pleasure, his grip on your hips tightening. “Takin’ all of my cock so well. Such a good girl.”

Joel is in heaven. His eyes are closed as he focuses on the sensation of your hot, wet cunt wrapping tightly around his massive cock, his lips muttering incoherent praises for how perfect you feel. He moves faster and rougher, slamming into your little pussy with pure force, like a man possessed. “Perfect little cunt, all fuckin’ mine.”

“No, please, s-stop…”

Ignoring your pain and cries for him to stop, he continues to pound into you relentlessly, pushing you further beyond your limits. “I’m sorry, baby… it feels too good to stop.”

His darkened eyes trace every inch of you, your skin slick with sweat despite the cold weather. Your breasts bounce with each brutal trust, and his gaze locks on his cock buried deep in your swollen, red lips. The slick, blood-coated friction as he slides in and out of you fills the room with a sickening, lewd squelch, sending a shiver through him as his eyes flutter shut in dark pleasure, he lets out a low snarl.

“Look at that, little girl, we were made for each other,” his voice low and strained.

Your breath grows ragged, choking on sobs and moans, yet your back arches and hips lift, instinctively chasing his cock, your body betraying every shred of resistance.

“Feels good, doesn’t it?” Joel grins with dark satisfaction at the reaction he’s coaxed out of you. “Look at her, baby, drippin’ like a faucet, can’t even control herself.”

He bites back a groan, his hand sliding to your lower stomach, feeling the thick bulge of his cock pressing against his calloused palm with every deep, punishing thrust, each one slamming into your cervix with merciless force.

A warmth builds in your stomach. He grunts and curses under his breath, feeling your pussy clamping down on him, the tightness driving him wild as your body trembling as you near the edge.

“My little girl wanna cum?” he whispers in your ear, pressing a soft kiss on your cheek. “C’mon, baby, cum for me.”

“Joel,” you cry.

“I know, baby,” he grunts. “I know.”

Your body quivers, eyes half-lidded as they lock with his, mouth falls open, letting out a choked moan. He relentlessly pounds into your cunt, you squeeze tightly around him, your clit twitching and pulsing. He drives you to the edge, forcing you to squirt. The hot, slick release splashed against his abdomen and thighs.

“God damn!” he growls. “Oh, that’s it, baby… good girl.”

Joel kisses you deeply. A sense of pride and bliss fills him, knowing he’s able to make you squirt on your first time.

Still rock-hard, he keeps thrusting into you after your orgasm fades, consumed by the insatiable spell you have on him. Your pussy is like a drug to him, better than anyone Joel’s ever had.

You become a crying, trembling mess beneath him, overstimulated and shaking uncontrollably, unable to endure the overwhelming thrusts.

“T-too much.”

“I ain’t fuckin’ done with you yet,” he growls into your mouth. “You’ll take every damn second I give ya, and you’ll be beggin’ before I even think ‘bout stoppin’.”

Joel pulls out sharply, slapping your swollen pussy hard, making you squeak and whimper. He manhandles you, spinning your body around and pushing your face into the pillow. He grunts loudly as he enters you again, sliding deep before his grip tightens around your waist, each thrust more brutal and faster, chasing his own release.

His chest is flush to your back. He breathes in the floral scent of your skin, his nose grazing your neck as his thrusts lose their rhythm, becoming messy and desperate.

Your walls pulse and squeeze around him once more, desperately trying to milk him dry. “Don’t worry, little girl. Gonna pump you full of my cum.”

He feels lightheaded, chest heaving with each breath, sweat glazing his skin.

The sound of your muffled moans makes his cock twitch deep inside, pushing him closer to the edge. His body quivers as the pressure inside him peaks. With a final, punishing trust, a deep, guttural whimper escapes his throat as he cums deep inside you, painting your walls with a creamy, thick white, filling you to the brim.

Your nails faintly claw at his arm, your body quivering beneath him, as your orgasm washes over you for the third time, leaving you whimpering. His heat and wetness blend with yours as he holds you close.

“You’re all mine now, baby,” he growls softly. “I’ll make sure you feel every inch of me again.”

The pill he gave you will leave you with no memory of what he does. He honestly cannot wait to collect his own personal porn collection of you next time his wife leaves the house again.

[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."

[crookedkryptonitebeliever]

Yandere Brother Pt 3

Tw: suffocating unbearable love, violence, general yandere, female reader shenanigans, infantilization, and of course incest. also christmas

minors and ageless blogs dni please <3

click here for part 1 and part 2

Click here for my new oc Yves (PLEASE READ IT I LOVE YVES)

plotholes and emglish errors everywhere and i could not be bothered :100emoji: please dont point it out thanks xoxo

Caught the Covid fuk now i cant leave my bed im so damn sick and pukey all the time, i dont fuckin know where my roommate is but at least they're not here to get infected, feeling like a busted up rustbucket rn

So this was originally written last year, couldnt find what else to write but this christmas time is perfect, so like dont mind the shoehorning of Christmas somewhere in this fic

You're having your summer break and you plan to pick up on a new hobby. Crocheting, perhaps.

Fuck, your brother picked up your search history from his spyware. Now you're left to deal with $1000 worth of wonderful quality crocheting materials and your big brother being your personal crocheting mentor.

This is where it gets frustrating. Yes, if you have the resources, you would enjoy your hobbies more. But, just like... What if you didn't like crocheting in the end? You're stuck with all these.

It happens to every single potential hobby. Stamp collecting? Your big brother will bid to the death for an extremely rare stamp from the 1900. You're not even fucking collecting the stamps, the stamp book already comes arranged with all the stamps ever produced. A collection that would only give a hardcore stamp collector an instant orgasm upon sniffing it.

Nail art? Where the hell should you keep all the acrylic powders, fake nails, drills and drill bits? Not to mention the dizzying numbers of nail polishes, nail brushes, nail stickers and cuticle sticks. Of course, your big brother is going to hire a professional nail artist to make sure you're practicing your hobby safely while he's learning how to do it himself, so he could replace your mentor too. He would become so skilled that he could qualify to open up a 5 star nail salon. But he's not interested unless you are.

Painting? you absolutely do NOT need all of those tubes of paint. The difference in shades for some of them are so small that you mistook it for the same colour. You would have a headache choosing the right type of paper, right type of primer and right type of fixative to use.

Are you having troubles on painting? Let big brother teach you. You would sit on his lap as he guide your hands across the canvas. Don't you think his warm hand enveloping yours feel nice? Doesn't his free hand feels nice sensually rubbing your thigh? Don't you just feel protected in his hold?

Makeup? Same situation with your nail hobby. You're essentially being babied by him and experienced celebrity makeup artists, you would drown in a mountain of eyeshadow palettes, primers, setting sprays, skin care products, anything and everything related to makeup.

Every instrument ever? Big brother would insist lovingly providing all the music lessons you need. He is a musical prodigy after all. If it's something ridiculously obscure like a Glass Armonica or the Theremin, big brother would master it in a couple of weeks, earn a fucking pHD in it and THEN teach you. No instrument is too expensive or hard for him. Your big brother is crossing his fingers HARD for you to have this hobby.

Chess? Oh, he is also a prodigy in it. He could teach you. Your chess pieces would be custom made to your liking, by the way. It would be the perfect density, perfect size, perfect texture for you. He knows what you like and you hate that.

Sports? Take a look at his "achievement room". It's filled to the brim with golden medals and trophies of every sport competition ever. He's not leaving you alone for this one.

Pottery? Welcome to your very own personal pottery studio, furnished with all types of drying racks, ovens, kilns, turntables and equipments you have never heard of. Big brother is always there to supervise you, making sure there won't be any accidents.

Cooking and baking? You get to have an industrial sized kitchen all for yourself. Everything is decorated such that it looks like you would be on television, starring in a cooking show. You don't need to clean anything, or prep anything, or actually do anything, really. There's a team of professional chefs and assistants to do everything for you. They're paid to cheer and clap and celebrate when you pour cake batter into a pan.

Gardening? Well, there's a massive plot of fertile land for you to garden to your heart's content at the house he bought as your 18th birthday gift. If you want a big project, it will be done overnight. You wouldn't hear the gigantic machineries and vehicles tumbling about due to the soundproof walls he installed. No one would be able to hear you both either, doing god-knows-what inside.

Video games? Your big brother personally do not encourage you to pursue this. But... Nonetheless, he would spoil you rotten with all the latest gaming consoles, limited edition merchandises, pre release copies of your favorite game franchises and whatever your gamer heart desires. All at a hefty price of... Daily cuddles and kisses. And you also have to move in with him. And he gets to decide what game you're playing, if he deems it a "bad influence"? It is not staying in his house.

You rather not.

Nothing is fun because the fun parts are already done for you. You don't get to experience the highs and lows of picking up a hobby, you don't get to explore and experiment. You're literally cursed with luxury.

So imagine your boredom, stress and paranoia during summer break. All your friends are spies for your brother, your hobbies aren't even "yours", leaving your house would inevitably lead you to your brother and all digital footprints are heavily scrutinized by him too. No privacy, no autonomy, all monotony.

You juggled three smartphones at once. Throwing one up in the air, catching the other one with your dominant hand, throwing the last to your other hand. Who gives a damn if one, or all of them breaks? It's riddled with spyware and your big brother would buy you every time a new model is released anyways. Which is... A new phone, a month?

You stopped caring where he gets the money. Obviously he has an assload and can afford to wipe his ass with thousand dollar bills regularly.

It's summer break. One last resort to try and spend your time like a regular ol teenager is taking up a part time summer job. There is a wide variety of jobs to choose from with your qualification. Granted, it's minimum wage and mostly customer service.

If you work as a barista, the cafe or juice bar you'll be working at will LOVE the crap out of you.

Your older brother will visit daily and increase their sales tenfold. Of course, he would pick the drinks that you like doing. It's okay if you fucked up, its only your beloved big brother's order, you can add as much sugar, salt, pepper, cyanide as you want. He will never yell at you, never tell you that you made anything wrong or never even die.

The management will suddenly see a surge in daily customer count. Thanks to big brother's networking. And like him, they also will accept anything you make with no complaint... As per his instructions. You could go full on ridiculous and give them a cup of ice drizzled with strawberry scented dish soap and call it Tutti Frutti, they would still pay for it and take it with them. Though, you're not sure if they ever consumed anything from you.

Without fail, your brother would visit you during every break and hand you your meal along with a kiss on the forehead or the cheek. He would bring you out to eat but you would refuse everytime. You also didn't want his company, which made him pout and whine without fail. But it's nice that he would actually back off after the sixth "no".

However, you know that fucker is watching you from a hidden camera somewhere in the nooks and crannies of whatever breakroom you're resting in.

He would engulf you in a big hug when you get off work, telling you how proud he is of you for getting through another workday like a champ. Praising you for all the hard work and excellent performance, making sure to soothe and comfort you if you happen to come across a rude customer earlier in the day.

You try not to think too much about their fate.

You will be fed, bathed and loved after every shift.

Hell, he would even build up a company from scratch just to hire you. Any position you want, barista, manager, cashier, back office work, janitor- you name it, you get the "job" and get paid a pretty penny. All your other coworkers and customers are probably paid actors and actresses to simulate a "real life working experience" safely. He controls it all, making sure you have just the right amount of drama, the right amount of diplomacy and the right amount of gossiping. You're rarely pushed out of your comfort zone, though. Big brother always has your safety and best interests at heart.

Of course, he will never tell you all of this, to keep the immersion going. You're going to feel sad that you're not exactly experiencing reality. But a bastardization of it. Might as well star in a trashy reality TV show instead, at least, it's much more authentic than whatever your big brother has going on for you.

He doesn't need to even tell you though. You would pick it up easily and quickly especially if you already watched the Truman Show. Don't tell him you did, god help you if he ever gets an inkling that you knew about the existence of the Truman Show. He deemed that movie as demonic propaganda and he needs to lecture some sense into you. If you want out, just say that you're 'bored' and want to do something else. Your big brother will gladly drop everything and do anything in his power to help you "achieve" what you want.

But for the sake of "plot" in this latest installment, you agreed to work in a quaint little bubble tea stall. Where you're the only employee, making drinks for whoever is ordering in front of the shop's decorated window.

Of course, your big brother miraculously happens to work in a nearby skyscraper as one does. It's not that you didn't do your research, you were a hundred percent certain he didn't work in that building, because that fucker never goes to work... At least, physically. Perhaps he does his job, whatever that may be, through online means.

You were planning to use your bicycle to get there that you got yourself with "your" money. He never bought you a car or a bike or anything that would get you around, he saw it as something unnecessary. Why would you need it when big brother is available 24/7 to bring you anywhere?

Actually, you could have gotten yourself a car with the allowance he gives you every day for being cute and adorable, and being patient with his incessant kisses and hugs and cuddles and love and touches and his fucking insanity in general.

But you know that he's going to kick up a massive fuss about driving alone. It was hell to even get your license with him actively trying to sabotage you at every exam- which includes him stooping so low to bribe the examiner to fail you. However, you persevered, and you got that stupid license. All the while, he was lamenting about how you're going to leave him all alone, how you don't need big brother anymore, how society pressured you to grow up too fast and recklessly drive off wherever.

You knew better than to fall for that. Or even entertain it either. Eventually, he gave up trying to guilt trip you into crying, apologizing to him and sobbing in his arms, promising that you won't leave him.

It's not like he DIDN'T kick up a fuss when you said you're using a bicycle either. He began freaking out about your safety, fearing that you might get run over.

Well. You admitted defeat. He's driving you to fucking work and back. It's not worth it to fight this battle.

So you began working in the stall. You had someone train you for your first 2 weeks. Then you were on your own.

The owner, who is also the person who showed you the ropes around there, said business isn't good, but it isn't bad either. So you didn't need to worry about rush hour where hoards of thirsty, sleep deprived office workers trample over each other to get their daily boba fix. It's pretty peaceful working there.

But what you do need to worry about, is your fucking big brother.

He would come and buy a drink, whichever you like to make. It can be the most expensive one, or the cheapest one, the most elaborate one or the simplest one. It's up to you, he will pay for it and happily drink what you made.

You could make him pay for the most expensive drink there is but serve him a cup of lukewarm water, and he would still drink it with glee and fork over his money, telling you to keep the change (which is usually a hundred bucks extra).

Let's say you want to be decent and make him drink that you know he would actually like. Which is anything that tastes generally fruity. And insist that you like making it even though it actually sucks.

He knows. He can tell that you're specially making his favourite drink. And that makes him happy and more obsessed with you if that's even possible at this point.

He would leave a massive tip and a kiss on your forehead.

Although your brother is fucking gross and weird like that, you still love him. Probably a bad idea but you're working so hard, trying your best to earn money honestly just to get him a Christmas gift.

Despite the restraining order between your parents and him, your brother is still invited back home each year to be jolly together. Preparations start a few days before Christmas, where you would see an unusual sight.

All of your immediate family members in the same room, or at least in the same house together without fighting to the death. Your dad's bones are intact, your mom didn't have her insecurities jabbed on for once. They're not exactly on speaking terms, per se.

You woke up one morning to see an... appropriate sized tree for your parent's house, erected in the middle of the living room. Adorned with beautiful ornaments and... are those pictures of you on the ornaments?

Wrapped presents were patiently sitting under the tree. There was a small box with your father's name on its tag, another small one with your mother's name on it. A decent sized box was addressed to your brother, must be a combined present from your parents.

Your shoulders sagged in defeat when you saw your presents took up the perimeter of the tree and even conquered the couch, the back of the couch and under the coffee table. You lost count after gift box #27.

Since everyone is in the kitchen, you quickly place the presents you got for your parents... and your brother.

You panned to the fireplace. Your Christmas stocking is filled so much to the brim that your brother must have added 5 more next to your original one. Your parents' and your brother's stockings are relatively empty. You stuffed them with candies and nuts to make them look less embarrassing.

You straightened your back, that should do it. Your ears perked up when you heard some clamoring in the kitchen. It must be your brother.

You let out a surprised yelp when you're yanked back by a pair of arms that snuck around your waist. "Merry Christmas, my little wittle precious baby!" You squeezed your eyes shut and scrunched your face as he attacked you with a barrage of kisses.

He giggled and squealed as he held you in his arms and twirled you around in glee. You let out a scream of horror as your feet dangle off the ground. He does this every Christmas morning when you were a child to wake you up further and get you excited for the holiday. But you're not a kid anymore, and this is horrifying.

Finally, he stopped and put you down. Your hair is frazzled and the world around you is gyrating. He squeezed you in another hug and gently rocked you side to side.

He immediately unlatched when you said you're hungry. Your big brother gleefully lead you to the dining table, where he fixes up a napkin around your neck like a bib. You asked him why is he tying a ribbon on your hair, he said that you are his Christmas present and he is spoiling himself this year.

Before you could respond, he gave you a brief peck on the head before frolicking away into the kitchen.

Your parents came out of the kitchen, greeting you. They're holding a tray full of steaming hot breakfast foods, no doubt your brother forced them to make it for you. Every Christmas generated a metric ton of leftovers. It's because your brother wanted you to try all of the foods from all over the world. But don't worry though, the leftovers could be so intact that it was given out to neighbors and friends and extended families. Some didn't even need to cook after that, the sheer amount of leftovers was enough to fuel ten more Christmas gatherings.

Croissants, quiches, various types of bread, eggs, ham, bacon even panettone made from scratch. Looking at the spread in front of you is dizzying, your big brother sets down the last plate right between your hands. It's a breakfast plate your brother customized to fit your usual preference, everything is shaped into a heart. He patted your head as he took a seat next to you.

Everyone ate in silence. Everyone was focusing on their own meal except... your brother. Who else would rather stare at you adoringly instead?

He asked if you wanted to go make snowmen outside. Not without proper winter protection, that is. You shrugged, it's not like you could escape your family anyway. Your friends are all busy with their own families, and you don't even have friends. Everything is closed and if you lock yourself in your room, your brother will just pick the fucking lock and force his way in.

Your parents tried making small talk, this earned a feral glare from your brother because it interrupted the connection between the both of you. They paid him no mind and began asking about your life. You tiredly replied to their questions and asked some back yourself, to try to find any sense of normalcy. Your brother would be disengaged with the words coming out of your parents mouth, but highly interested in what you had to say.

The rest of the morning went by uneventfully. You offered to help clear the table and do the dishes. Your brother just 'aww'd at you and gave you an appreciative kiss on your forehead. That wasn't an explicit yes, he appreciated the gesture, but he wouldn't allow you to dirty your hands doing chores.

He told you to wait for him to clean up. In the mean time, he gave you permission to open some of the gifts he got you. Frankly, you don't even want to deal with it at all, it's just too much crap. You decided to go through the stockings instead and grab some snacks for yourself.

As expected, he filled it with the most expensive treats and the freshest oranges. These types of foods are usually served in a formal setting, like eating gold crusted caviar at a 10 star restaurant, all dressed up in fancy clothes. But he just... shoved it in a Christmas stocking as if they're mundane chocolates.

Whatever, you shoved some into your pockets.

You turned around to see your brother smiling lovingly at you. He wrapped a puffer jacket around you, his scarf with his cologne on it, a pair of thick mittens on your hands , a winter hat snuggly fitted to your head, and a pair of thick pants he made you wear in front of him.

He picked one of your numerous christmas presents and handed it to you. He clasped his hands together expectedly as he watches you.

Your brother urged you to open it, go wild. Rip the wrapping to shreds. You felt so bad seeing how well wrapped it is and the quality of the wrapping paper is... indescribably good. It doesn't even feel like paper, it feels like silk.

So your carefully dismantled it, trying not to tear anything. You look up to see that your brother is pointing his camera at you, capturing this very precious moment. He encouraged you to go on.

You managed to remove the packaging and revealed a box of expensive winter boots. These are high quality and you would have been the source of envy even though most of your "friends" are also from wealthy families. Not everyone gets to have these.

You appreciate it but... You already had a pair of winter boots, the ones from last year, and the year before that. And the year before that, and a week ago where your brother is freaking out about you potentially having frostbite on your toes.

"It's the latest model! It was released as a part of a Christmas special, it will keep you warm and protect your feet too. It was selling out fast, I'm so glad I managed to get a pair for you, I can't have my sweetiepie sad on Christmas day!" Gushed your brother. You slipped them on.

You can't tell the difference between the one you had last year and the one on your feet now. Maybe some minor difference in it's stylistic design but... they're equally as comfortable.

You thanked your brother and finally gave him what he actually wanted from all this: a hug. He put away his phone and returned the embrace, sinking so deep into your jacket that neither of you can move without stumbling. You know he expected you to show gratitude for all his gifts through his main love language; touch.

It is exhausting.

After that, he brought you out to his private plot of land which he made into a park, complete with swingsets, monkey bars and slides. But these aren't for the public, it's for you. All the equipment are well maintained and look brand new even though you know it's been there for years.

He's not fond of throwing snowballs because it could hurt you. But he allows you to throw as much as you want at him. Even after the stunt you pulled last year.

You packed snow around a rock and hurled at him with all your might, it went straight to his head and his right eye was busted for months. Your brother didn't see that as something wrong, though. Even if you tried to apologize, he said that it was an accident and it was alright, he still loves you dearly and you did 'nothing wrong'. The first thing he did after recovering from his injuries at the hospital is to take you out for hot chocolate and then give you a backrub back home because winter could make your muscles stiff; and hence you must feel strained and sore.

He was still mildly bleeding from his gauze at the time, it was covering at least 70% of his upper head. Your brother was clueless when you asked if he needs any painkiller for his recent injury. He claimed to not feel the pain, but his wincing tells you otherwise. He rewarded you for your concern nonetheless with hugs and kisses and another massage.

You laid yourself on the snowy ground and started making snow angels. Your brother had his camera out and began capturing every moment he has with you.

You felt uncomfortable. And the cold is nipping at your bones even though you're thoroughly insulated by the sophisticated winter gear your brother made you wear. You're ready to go home now.

It shocked your brother and made him a bit desperate. He stammered and stumbled over his words, asking you if you wanted to play on the swing, build a snow man, play on the slides, the merry go around and... throw snowballs at him. Are you cold? He was in the middle of removing his own jacket to layer it onto you, but you stopped him.

You said you're tired. You don't find this fun and you're too old for this.

Maybe you're thirsty? He packed a flask filed with steaming hot chocolate for you- no? You're not thirsty or hungry? Maybe you wanted to use the bathroom-- no? You don't have to go?

He tried listing out all the possible reasons you wanted to go home and all its' solutions. Desperately wanting you to stop growing up so fast.

You got sick and tired of this, you yelled at him at the top of your lungs that you wanted to go home. You then stormed away towards the car, leaving your brother to stand there in silence, his camera capturing your explosive outburst.

Your brother saw you slamming the door angrily as you got in.

He sighed, gulping and hovering his finger over the delete button. But he ultimately decided against erasing the footage, it's still a video of you after all. Your brother assured that he's coming to the car, he wipes a stray tear away as he heads to his vehicle.

The both of you stayed silent as he drove you home.

Once you arrived, you bolted out of the car and ran back in. Locking yourself in the bedroom and barricading the door with random furniture. Hugging your knees close to your chest as you pray that your brother does not go after you by climbing into your windows.

And... he didn't. He left you alone for once. For a few hours too. It gave you the much needed relief, you felt like you could breathe now.

You're starting to feel a bit hungry. And you're hungry enough to be willing to face your older brother. So you began unbarricading, placing your dressers to it's original place.

You carefully unlocked the door, fully expecting him to be waiting outside for you. To your surprise, no one was in the hallway. You could hear some noises downstairs, in the kitchen.

You cautiously went down, the tree is still intact. Nothing is broken and there doesn't seem to be signs of a fight. You released a breath that you didn't know that you were holding, happy to know that you don't need to spend another Christmas at the hospital visiting your badly battered parents.

You whipped your head to the sound of your brother calling your name softly. He's holding a baking tray and a bowl, you can't tell what is in there because he's too tall. He smiled at you as he set it down on the dining table. The tray contained freshly baked parts of a gingerbread house and the bowl contained vanilla frosting.

You scanned the rest of the table. There are numerous small glass bowls containing different types of candy and snacks; from pretzel sticks to colourful chocolate rocks, to real gold leaves. Piping bags with metal tips are present too next to a box of plastic gloves.

Your brother pulled your chair out and invited you to sit there. You did, and he called you a good girl. His good girl. As you put on a pair of plastic gloves, he kissed you on the temple.

You asked where your parents are. He said that they're preparing the food for dinner, which includes ham and a roast turkey. And 15 other dishes.

You quizzed on, asking if there will be more people coming in. He shook his head: no. It's only the four of you. In the meantime, you should enjoy yourself building this gingerbread house. He puts on his own pair of plastic gloves too and began filling the piping bag with icing.

The two of you worked in peace, you opting to decorate the house while he pipes the details on the gingerbread men.

There is only two, a large one and a smaller one. You can guess which represents who.

You noticed the odd choice of attaching the small one to the large one's torso. With strategic use of the candies and frosting, he made it look like the larger gingerbread man is carrying the smaller one on its hip. He piped your defining features onto the baby gingerbread, and piped his features on the larger one.

He noticed you staring, your brother asked if you had a hard time connecting the pieces with frosting and if you needed his help. You said no, you just need a spatula from the kitchen. He tried to get up from his seat, but you pushed him back down, saying that you can get it yourself. He pouted, telling you to be careful and not touch the knives or stoves. Your brother went back to obsessing over the details on his gingerbread men.

You went inside the kitchen and greeted your parents who are busy cooking. You go through the drawers to find a silicone spatula and decided to help pick up some stray food scraps on the floor, throwing them into the bin. But as soon as you step on the pedal and have the lid swing open, you saw two crushed, but perfectly edible, gingerbread men in the garbage bin.

You returned to the dining table to see that your big brother is proudly presenting his work. He said this represents you and him... as if you already haven't figured it out. He said he dreams of having you live with him in a perfect fantasy house, fantasy world where you never have to grow up. And he will always be there by your side, taking care of you till the end of time. You will be pampered and spoiled rotten, you don't have to do anything, you don't have to lift a finger. Your big brother will do everything for you. He would even breathe for you if he could.

You nodded in acknowledgement, too tired to engage with him. You sat back down, continued with the gingerbread house. You failed to notice the flicker of sadness in his eyes, your brother felt so neglected and unwanted these few years. He wished that you were a kid again so the both of you could play together and be happy. The more he tries to win your favour, the more distant you get from him. He is endlessly chasing and you are running non-stop.

The rest of the afternoon went by uneventfully, other than the fact that your big brother rests his head on your shoulder the whole time.

Now, it's time for dinner. You tried helping them bring out the dishes, your brother praised you for being a darling as usual. He lets you have the first bite of the turkey, tearing a small inconspicuous piece of flesh from the bird and hand feeding it to you. It's still warm, juicy and delicious. Maybe it's the feeling of being special that makes it even tastier.

You chew as you brought out the casserole, setting it down on the table.

You looked at the spread. It looks like a buffet at a high end hotel. So many varieties and extremely nutritious.

Your brother fixed your napkin bib for you again and took food for you. Slumping in your seat, you were thinking of protesting but you knew it's easier to just wait for him to carve the best parts of the turkey for you and let the food pile up neatly on your plate first. He returned it to you, all your favourite dishes are on it within sensible portions. But these are still a lot of food for a person.

He didn't care about praying. Your brother wanted you to eat as soon as possible because you must be hungry. And it is absolute sacrilege to let you go hungry.

You insisted that you join your parents in saying grace and you're not that hungry. Your brother looks uncomfortable, still believing in his sick mind that you're starving to the point of emaciation. But since you are adamant in doing such 'pointless' things In his mind, he agrees, only if he leads it.

Everyone bowed their head down and held each others' hands.

Your brother said the shortest, most insincere, laziest grace ever. Once he fulfilled your requirement, he urged you to eat.

You're upset, you felt really angry and you thought he was mocking you instead. So you opted to eat alone in your room, you made it clear that you didn't want anyone in. Especially not your big brother.

He cried out a desperate plea to get you to stay with him. You ignored him and took a couple more of your favourite finger foods. Predicting a fight between your brother and your parents.

You wrenched your arm away from his powerful grip and fled the scene, hurrying up the flight of stairs. Only slowing down when you're out of sight.

As you thought, sounds of verbal fighting started resonating throughout the house. You heard your brother screaming his head off at your parents for being bad influences and poisoning you to hate him. Your parents defended themselves and this only fuelled the fire. You didn't want to be around when your brother started hurling chairs, so you slammed the door as hard as you could. The sudden loud noise did stop the commotion downstairs briefly. But it continued soon after.

You ate alone, in your barricaded room. Wishing that you're born into a 'normal' family, with 'normal' trauma. To a lot of people, you are complaining about a blessing. But you are always feeling alone, the only person facing a problem which everyone sees as a solution.

You scraped the last bits of food with your spoon. Waiting for the sounds of the ambulance or at least for the fighting to quiet down.

You looked at the clock. It's 1 AM. It's been relatively quiet for a while now, they should be finishing up their fight or cleaning up. Time for you to return your plate.

You grunted as you pushed the furniture away from your door which felt like the umpteenth time. You left your room and head downstairs.

Hearing soft sobs from one person, your brother. He's sitting in front of the tree, hugging the present you left for him earlier. The presents addressed to your parents are both missing, presumably being taken back to their room. A blanket is loosely draped around his shoulders.

You took slow steps, unsure if you should comfort him or not. But before you can even decide to chicken out, he spotted you. However, to your surprise, he didn't approach you or tell you to come forward. He gave you a soft assuring smile, before returning his attention to the tree.

You set your plate aside and went by his side. Your brother watched you with puffy eyes full of love, yet it tells you that he has been irreparably hurt by something... or an accumulation of things.

"Thank you..." He whispered, refering to the gift you gave him. It isn't something particularly valuable to you. It's a picture of the entire family in a photo frame. Your brother is going to cherish it, because it is a gift from the person he loves most in the world. But deep down, he secretly wishes that it was a photo of you and him alone.

He still looks extremely upset and distraught. Almost like he is at the brink of a breakdown. Your brother usually verbalizes what he wanted, but he couldn't this time.

You wonder what your parents got for him. You peeked over his shoulder to see that an unopened box containing a plain T-shirt and a pair of socks is carelessly discarded to the corner of the room.

Then, it clicked. Just like you, he felt alone. Maybe you will never understand why he holds you so dear in his heart. Just like how no one will understand him either, his struggles are unique to him with no one to relate.

He destroyed the relationship between himself and your parents. His friends are all superficial. You're grown up and constantly rejecting his love.

Not a single one of you paid attention to him. Yes, it is hard to think of a present for someone who has everything. But they could have put in a bit more effort, the colour of the shirt and socks aren't even in his favourite colour or in the correct size. You could have removed your parents from the photo, your brother will never remove it himself. Because that would mean defacing your gift for him.

And growing up, your parents never saw him as... a person. As someone with feelings and a personality. They only saw his value as a trophy piece to show off to their friends and family. Same goes to his friends now, if it wasn't for his skills and possessions, he would be nothing to anyone.

He had to beg to be loved. Even that isn't reliable, he could give it his all and everyone around him will expect more. Your brother could never dream of being the receiving end of his own affection. It seems like an impossibility to him.

Perhaps he is doing all of these despite getting nothing but disgust and disdain from you is all to protect your innocence, to not put you through what he had to face. It's just that he went about it the wrong way. Or maybe he is just... wrong in the head. Or maybe he was hoping by loving you so much, you would give him the intense type of love he was yearning for his entire life.

Either way, he is alone.

The both of you are now seated in front of the fireplace. You didn't want to open presents, your brother is okay with that. He did not nag you to do it for once. Snuggling closer, the both of you shared a blanket. He still looks unhappy and crestfallen.

You remember you still had the ribbon bow on your head.

He hovered his arms around you as you squirm in his grip. You managed to crawl into his lap and rest your head on his chest. He lets out a chuckle and some sniffles, clamping his arms back down around you.

You reminded him of one last gift. Your brother is confused until he saw your ribbon.

From that moment on, he burst into tears of joy. He found you so unbearably adorable, so unbearably cute that his heart couldn't take it. An excited squeak escaped his lips as he held you even tighter. Peppering kisses all over your face, neck and head.

He started blabbering in baby talk, calling you every pet name and listing out everything he loved about his 'gift'. Repeating that this is the best gift he ever received and this is all he ever wanted. You are all he ever wanted. Praising that you remembered what he loves.

You hope that he could feel a little less lonely tonight. You can't peer into his head and know exactly what is going on inside. But you knew, he was happy.

Your breathing calmed him down and he closed his eyes, nuzzling against your neck. The collar of your shirt wet from his tears and your arms are secure around him. Your brother mumbled "I love you." as he adjusted you on his lap. Pressing your form against his, enjoying the heat that the both of you shared. Wishing that this moment will never end and you will never part from him.

You realized another thing too as he strokes your hair.

Your older brother is the only person in the world who harbors true, undying, unconditional love for you.

Even though he has his flaws, there will be no one else like him. Ever.

So you closed your eyes and melt into him. Just like before, you felt safe.

The both of you fell alseep in front of the hearth, surrounded by gifts, mostly unopened ones. Snowflakes floating down from the skies and landing delicately at the edge of the roof. Feeling unburdened and content in the living room.

Merry Christmas.

[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

[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’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.

[aziraphales-library]

Hi! I’m planning to go on a binge read once this term of uni ends and im stacking up on christmas related fics. So far, I’ve only gotten around to bookmarking two. May I ask for some suggestions?

Hello! We have a lot of asks, so this is only getting answered now, a couple of months after christmas, i'm afraid. We do have a bunch of fics on our #christmas tag that folks can check any time. Here are some more to add to the collection...

Mistletoe and wine by HolRose (T)

Crowley is just settling into life post-failed apocalypse when he receives an invitation to the annual Heaven and Hell Christmas party. It turns out Aziraphale has one too, and makes a plea for Crowley’s help with a particular assignment he has been given. Crowley, of course, can’t help getting involved even if he does put a little demonic ‘spin’ in more than one sense of the word, on the assistance he decides upon giving.

When The Lights Go Out by Sleepless_TurtleBoy (M)

“Look at this one dearest. Absolutely stunning.” Aziraphale’s eyes sparkled as he took in the changing colours, the inflatable reindeer, and the lit-up candy canes that were stuck in the ground. Children were running around pointing at the lights as they flickered into a new colour, and their parents were smiling brightly as they took it in. Most couples were holding hands or had some form of skinship happening. It honestly made Aziraphale feel like he was missing out. Crowley was right there. Right next to him. But he wouldn’t want to hold the angel’s hand. That’d be absurd.

While Aziraphale is setting up for Christmas in his bookshop, Crowley is making plans for a temptation. He'd like to get it over and done with, but it'd be easier with a helping hand. He turns to Aziraphale with a brief explanation, and the angel agrees without much hesitation. What could possibly go wrong?

The Christmas Party by LadyMango (M)

Two strangers meet at a Christmas party. Neither of them got the memo that it was no longer fancy dress.

The Christmas Wedding Scammer by Aracloptia (T)

“And - thank you for saying yes on such short notice! I tried to plan the thing myself, but … sometimes you actually do need help, right?” “Yeah”, Crowley mumbled, grabbing his phone to write down the name of the restaurant. “Yeah, absolutely.”

“That’s what everyone kept telling me; it’s always better with a wedding planner. I guess I should have listened earlier.”

“Er”, Crowley said. “Did you say-“

“Anyway, I have another call to make! I have to fire the costumer, the dress we agreed on turned out horrendous. Hey, in the future that’ll be your job! But I’ll do it just this once. See you tomorrow! And please bring suggestions for the bridal wear. Bye!”

“Hold o-”

The famous wedding planner Antonio Cowley is retired, sworn to never plan a wedding again. Perhaps the right sum of money can persuade him?

He is not to be mixed up with out-of-business Anthony J. Crowley, former florist, currently unemployed.

OR: In which Crowley accidentally becomes a wedding planner.

You're All I Want For Christmas by theshoparoundthecorner (G)

"Soho was uncharacteristically empty. As the wind calmed a bit, the streets were as quiet as the snow that fell upon them, not a single person in sight.

A good thing, too. No one should be caught dead in this weather.

The bookshop was wonderfully empty, and Aziraphale had spent the whole day doing as he pleased, knowing the weather would deter potential customers from sticking their noses in. Sure enough, he hadn’t had one person come in to bother him. He had been completely alone with his books all day, free to read, and watch the snow, and not worry about anyone dropping by unexpectedly.

But that thought didn’t thrill him as much as it usually would.

It was Christmas Eve. And he was alone.

Aziraphale didn’t mind being alone. In fact, he rather enjoyed it.

But tonight felt different. Tonight, as he had sat down for his annual re-read of 'A Christmas Carol', a melancholic feeling had washed over him, like he was meant to be doing something else at the moment. That was absurd, of course, he hadn’t made any particular plans, but something just felt…wrong.

Someone was missing."

Five Times Aziraphale and Crowley almost spent Christmas together, and one time they did.

Turning Page by Beckers522 (T)

Alone on Christmas Eve and finding himself in bad spirits, Crowley has a bit too much to drink and wakes up to find Santa Claus inside his house. What follows is a series of meetings one year after the next as the two slowly come to learn more about each other and eventually fall in love. But Crowley is human and his visitor is far from it. They come from two very different worlds with every odd stacked against them. Can they figure out how to cross the distance between them and find a way to finally be together?

Based on the Norway Postal Christmas Commercial (When Harry met Santa).

- Mod D

[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

[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.

[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..

[kingofbodyrolls]

End of the world was so good I loved I always read your stories and I'm a big fan Im hoping that you upload a jimin one shot one day lots of love 😘💕😘

Aw 🥹 Thank you so much for reading ‘End of the World’ and loving it 🫂✨

Thank you so much for reading my stories and being a fan too 😭 Gosh, I’m getting emotional— thank you!!!

I’m definitely going to write more Jimin one shots! I’ll actually upload one tomorrow (it’s part of ‘The Winter Collection’ but each story is a stand alone one shot). And then there’s going to be the spin-off to ‘End of the World’, it’s a one-shot with kitty gang Jimin (there, I spoiled it 😝). There’s also the Jimin mermaid fic I’m working on!

Otherwise I can’t remember what you’ve read already, so I’m just gonna link all my Jimin stories for you here (if you’ve already read them, just skip this part 😉).

One shots:

39,5°C (Fever) // this is just short, silly and smutty 💦

Stuck in a Snowstorm // another silly one short (that turned into a series, but each story can be read stand alone). It’s enemies to lovers, lol.

Stuck at a Christmas Party // still enemies to lovers— stupid silly pwp 😛

Last Night in Magic Shop // a vampire Jimin pwp, lol. That’s it 😂

Series:

Coming Home // in this one Jimin is a detective and reader’s best friend. He helps her after trauma. It’s a short series, one of the first ones I wrote. 

My Heart’s Home // so this is the longest series I’ve ever written. If you like soft and sweet Jimin you should give it a chance, though you probably also hate him, because he makes some very poor decisions… So if you’re into healing angst, add this to your list!

I put the series in just because I think they’re worth mentioning! I know it’s different, what people prefer to read, short or long stories, but if you feel like reading something long, you should give them a chance! They are all completed so it can all be read in a binge sitting 😜

As I mentioned before, more Jimin stories are coming! And I think they’ll just be one shots, because I feel like that’s what people prefer 🤔 

Anyway, thank you so much for reading and for the wonderful ask! 🥰 If you have already read the above stories, just don’t mind the link then. 

Lots of love to you too! And I wish you the best day/night ✨

[papercutsunset]

Hi parchment

Please describe your current wip (you decide what that means) in bullet points. They can get out of hand, that's fine.

more like... p-arby-ment (it wasn't funny, let's move on)

im typing something for kay gets cursed, so let's uh. yeah. that's the one

mix between monster hunting, fairy tale shit, and memory fuckery. also spiders

kay's a goth autopsy technician working in the basement of lake wonder's hospital and living with her mechanic gf mikey above the garage.

"swing" by taking back sunday

makes sense to me (it's romantic somehow. don't ask)(they're both fucked up. it's canon that they [redacted] and then went on a date after)

one catch: kay's got a shitty-ass curse that makes her eat living people when it can (WHOOPS)

so she goes and talks to a witch

it's christmas! you're gonna talk to a witch!

(it's actually early december. the point still stands)

whoops, now you're More Cursed

"i don't wanna be me" by type o negative

what's this? denny's also here

listen, it makes sense. we need someone familiar with this kind of thing, but it has to be denny

"pork and beans" by weezer

tiff's too smart to be here. sorry.

she's still there, though. kinda. they call her. she turns into a frog. normal shit.

("everything is going great" by tiny stills)

ok tiff is done now (lying)(you'll see her later)(she's in florida. don't worry about it.)

anyway, denny is still kinda feeling weird about what happened at the end of TGE when she bit through chip winger's neck while she and eddy were falling out a window (tiff's the one who asked her to be there anyway, whatever)

so denny gets dragged into it because she helps kay free her bicycle from these weird thorns around the tires

turns out they're both stuck in the woods. WHOOPS AGAIN

you know that relatable moment when an ax won't leave you alone so you call your best friend who you're kinda-sorta in love with so she can give you a ride, and then you have to send her away because her jacket turns red? #believewomeniguess??

"spellbound" by lacuna coil

instead, they call tiff, who is at a wendy's, and she theorizes about fairy tales. and then denny's phone dies, so they go to denny's grandpa's shitass cabin she's still trying to fix to wait out the snow

and then. you know. they wake up in an entirely different world in entirely different clothes and entirely different roles.

"fractured fairytale" by blackbriar

what do you do? you start in a fucking tavern

so kay yells at denny in an alleyway

imagine a, what

how tall is kay?

i don't remember. she's like 5'3 or something. i would have to check my notes (whatever)

imagine a tiny goth girl pinning a woman a foot taller than her to a wall out of anger and panic because they're in some WEIRD FAIRY TALE WORLD

anyway they slowly learn this is a completely different version of events than what they're used to. kay is analagous to this lost princess of the fallen, cursed kingdom they're in, and denny is analagous to the daughter of a local monster hunter who uh... killed his daughter... whoops again? ("big bad wolf" by in this moment)

none of this is spoiler territory btw. it's central to the conceit.

so they slowly start trying to fix this, because they figure that freeing this land from its curse will get them back to lake wonder (where they neeeeeed to be actually)

that takes them out to the woods, where they run into spiders and monsters and shit

listen, it's cursed. it's all fucked up versions of things they're familiar with. is jumbo there? WHO KNOWS.

(duckie is. in what capacity, im not sure)

anyway shit goes weird in the woods. we're not going to get spoilery HERE. tldr is that denny feels weird about these beasts that are in the woods and kay eats a raw rabbit and also thinks she hears her dad everywhere

memory fuckery starts here, too.

you WILL think about your dad and you WILL like it (lying)

(dan roth sucked. david mcfadden is canonically mediocre.)(also kay gets a bow here. something something "hunting with your dad as bonding gone weird, not clickbait")

they get back to the town when the beasts refer to something worse than they are coming for them in the woods (something has been disturbed! WHOOPS AGAIN)

so they head back to town and look for a place to stay the night, meaning that kay looks for somewhere to stay the night and sends denny to the apothecary because SOMEONE (cough denny cough) won't stop getting HURT

healing fast means nothing if your wounds get infected, forehead

so denny goes to the apothecary

kay church scene.jpg

(kay sees some thematic stained glass. the cursed princess (alternate kay) and her prince (alternate mikey). the fallen wicked king (alt dan), the queen/the king (kay's mom and stepdad)("skeletons" by new years day)(don't ask how)

anyway denny goes to the apothecary. who's that? it's tiff. it's also not tiff. she's turning herself into a frog. WHOOPS AGAIN. she's interested in the described curses and she and denny go to track down kay (also they can stay with her tonight, who CARES)(irena's back. that's alternate jessie. she keeps touching denny's scars)

conflict at the chruch as the Thing finally catches up to them

and what's this? the town hates you? yeah, you fucking werewolf. DUH.

anyway more conflict, and more conflict, and more conflict. bittersweet ending. etc etc.

my neck hurts!!!!!!!!

my POINT being: a study of monstrosity and what it means to be monstrous through this lens of stories told and subverted, and also denny is an idiot,

END POST

"audrey, honey.." by sarah and the safe word

[ghtsyumz]

i already hate this year dude and its only been 3 days into it i have been stuck with the devil, lost my best friend, been getting horrible pain since december, my insomnia has drastically gotten worse, i realize how i cant open up to literally anyone anymore (besides my bf), my dad has been extremely sick, my self harm cuts are starting to show all around my body, my mom yelled at me for having no irl friends, im getting called emo every day now (i hate when people call me emo dude), im too scared to talk to people, my stepmom is slowly starting to realize shit, my 21st attempt of suicide didnt work, my stepbrother is in prison and hes the only one i really talked too, my brother wants me dead, my mom couldnt care less about me (as usual), im getting sicker and sicker everyday, my body became more weak, my anxiety has also increased, my teacher is back and hes gonna see right through me, my boyfriend might start to get annoyed by me, my hallucinations are much worse, i keep seeing demons idk- literally losing my bestfriend was like the icing on my fucked up cake- i was literally gonna bring him his late Christmas gift tomorrow today too- idk wtf im supposed to do with it now. I only have 2 irl friends now and my boyfriend. Thats all I talk to. I dont even see juanny (one of my irl best friends) much anymore. I barley talk to him and hes the one who told me that my other best friend wanted to drop me. The only reason why I see my second and last best friend now is because i have 2 classes with her but besides that, i dont see her at all

and the best friend i lost i saw everyday in the morning and during his lunch when im on my way to choir speaking of best friends, my old bff adri keeps making me do her fucking bidding and idk dude and dani's birthday is now in 10 days- shes gonna be 14 dude ive known her since she was 10 and it breaks my heart we arent friends anymore and evan is gonna be 18 next month which is crazy- ive known him since he was 14. this is already a really hard year. with everything going on with my father, and him always yelling about him killing himself and gonna die soon, it only makes me think i'll lose him. I love my dad so fucking much dude- i cannot lose him but i see only the worst coming because of all this. If my dad dies when im still in these conditons im ggonna be with my mom for the rest of my highschool years, my stepmom will be gone, i'll never see my older brothers again, nor my cousin, or my stepmoms family. I'll be stuck with that fucking thing for the next 3 years all alone in this room where it feels like im always being chained to a wall. idk whats happening anymore- nothing makes sense i wanna give up- life isnt worth living- im about to lose all my online friends too dude im gonna go back to 2019- when i was gone from the internet for like 2 years and when i came back, everything and everyone was gone im gonna be all alone again and just trapped in my mind with my hallucinations and my nightmares my mom only encourages me to kill myself, shes the worst. My stepmom is more of a mom than her and I hate her a lot of the time too but I still love her just because she was here for me when my mom wasnt. My mom doesnt know my first words, she doesnt know what things i like, she doesnt know anything much about me. She has to go through my phone and look at my conversations when Im alseep. She doesnt even give me privacy. Meanwhile my stepmom knows me, but she doesnt know my first words cause she wasnt around when i was that young since i started talking at like 9 months old but like the point is shes there to help me with school, do everything for me, be there for me, and literally everything my mom has never ever in her pathetic little preppy pick me girl life. my dad told me that my mom made him almost killl himself- if he did, i would have been an orphan. my mom only takes care of me because of the childsupport money my dad is forced to give her every month. and she tried doubling it like a little bitch because i started calling my stepmom "mom". if my dad were to have killed himself, idk what the fuck my life would have been like but it might be better without her tbh and yeah like sure my dad used to be abusive as shit but my stepmom saved me from that and everything

so hes fine now i mean he had one slip back in march, but besides that hes been okay. i'll never like new years. not only do i have to think about my grandma who was murdered when my dad was only 9, but i have to worry for my father because its like the day he wants to die the most. This was the first year not being with him on new years to cheer him up- i was so worried, and it turned out i was right for being worried. Not getting into that. This year is so rough already within the first 3 days, I hate it I HATE IT SO MUCH DUDE. im sorry idk anymore. I fucking hate this

[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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