Pasted from SpentAnon’s Pastebin, if he request this to be taken down I will oblige
 
PROMPT: Picture of Apple Bloom with a sweater, skirt, boots and scarf in cold weather standing in front of a door with her hands out in a ‘what’ gesture with an open smile, Applejack’s feet are seen outside
“Uncle Anon!”
*hugs you around your waist, almost knocking you down*
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>"Uncle Anon!"
>Be Unbalanced Anon
>You knew the whole Apple Family would be coming, hell, you invited them over for some Christmas Eve dinner
>But you weren't expecting to be nearly tackled to the floor after opening your door a crack
"Heya Bloom!"
>Returning the hug, you look down to see her smiling face beaming at you, her chin nestled softly in your stomach
>Daaaaw...
>"Thanks fer hosting us Anon, it was mighty kind of you!”
>”Eeyup.”
>”And we din’t come emptah handed neither!”
>Looking up at the rest of your guests, you see Applejack and Big Mac, near spitting images of Pear Butter and Bright Mac respectively
>You know they’d be proud of who they’ve become
>And following in the rear is good ‘ol Granny Smith carrying her special apple pies
“Granny, I would’ve made some pie, but we both know who’d win.”
>”Oh hush, just finally admit it ‘nd quit lyin to yerself.”
“Only when you’re able to see the truth for what it is.”
>”HEH HA!”
>Taking both of the pies from her hands, you lean into her warm embrace
“It’s always good to see you.”
>”Same here sweetie.”
“I still want that recipe though.”
>”Well, ye ain’t gettin it, ‘cause ev’ry time you have an apple pie, you’ll be thinkin’ of me and wishing you had some-uv-mine.”
>Released from her grip, you try taking a couple of steps to your kitchen but quickly remember that something’s hooked to your hip
“Hey Apple Bloom?”
>”Yeah Uncle Anon?”
“You wanna help me take these pies to the kitchen?”
>”Sure!”
>Apple Bloom jumps off of your waist and holds out both hands, cocking her head to the side slightly with a small grin
“Wow, you seem taller since I last saw you. How big are you now?” you say as you gingerly place one of the pies in her hands
>”I’m 5’ 6”!”
“My my, soon you’ll be as big as your sister!”
>”I know!”
>Stepping into the kitchen, you both set the pies down in an empty space on your counter
“Hey Bloom, can you do something for me?”
>”Sure.”
>Turning your head, you check the area around you quickly to see if anybody’s looking
>Seeing nobody around, you lean down and cup her ear in your hand and softly whisper so no one but her can hear
“~I need some help finishing the food-”
>”Say no more, I’ll help.”
>Pulling away from her ear, you smile at her eagerness to help and pat her head
“Well that was easy. I just need some help with your favorite-”
>”Cider? No wait, cherry strudel!”
“Nope.”
>”Pound cake?”
“Still no.”
>”Rice pudding?”
“Bingo,” you say as you lightly poke her nose, “can you get the ingredients while I-”
>Before you could finish your sentence, she darts to your fridge and pantry, pulling out the milk, rice and corn starch
>Seeing this, you know what to do
>Slowly, you start getting everything you need
>”C’mon Uncle Anon!”
>Teasing her further, you take out a pot and gradually set it on the stove at a sloth-like pace
>”Ugh, Uncle Anon…”
>Having set the pot on the burner, you turn the knob to heat it up
“Alright, you go ahead and make this while I check on everything else, ok?”
>”Y’want me to make it ALONE?”
“Bloom, how many times have you made it before?”
>”...”
“And where will I be?”
>”...in the kitchen with me…”
“You can do it Appy, besides,” placing a hand on her shoulder, you give it a quick squeeze, “you’ll be able to make it yourself from now on.”
 
>Returning your smile, she begins to commandeer the pudding-making efforts
>Sidling up beside her, you check your signature gravy by dipping a finger into the mixture and plopping it in your mouth
>Semi-thick, salty and rich, just like how Papanon made it
>Giving it a quick stir, you check the timer for the ham, turkey and green bean casserole and notice that you have around forty five minutes left
>That’s just enough time to make some stuffing and mac & cheese
>You yourself go off and get the ingredients for the two remaining dishes and begin to make a roux
>As you have the beginnings of a bechamel sauce and turn to start the stuffing, you feel something bump into your side
>”Sorry!”
>Oh, you can’t let this crime go unpunished
>Swaying from side-to-side, you assault her by bumping her with the side of your hip
>”What-Anon!”
“What, you don’t like my dancing?” you say as you now start waving your hands in the air like you just don’t care
>When she moves away from you, you follow her
>”That about darn does it!”
>Surprised at her outburst, you don’t expect to be greeted in the same fashion that you’ve been treating her
>All that manages to do is make you laugh with Apple Bloom following soon after
>Returning to your duties, the both of you eventually complete your tasks
>Pulling out the main courses and side dish from the oven, you turn and see her placing the small dishes with the pudding in the fridge
“All right, that about does it. Wanna go off and tell them dinner’s ready?”
>”Aye, aye, Non-Non!”
>As soon as she bolts out of the kitchen, you rush to the gravy and use the ladle to fish out the turkey’s gizzard and liver
“C’mon, c’mon-” the moment you think you’ve got the liver, it plops back into the sauce, “-dammit…”
>”-bout time, I was gettin’ mighty hungry!”
>shitshitshitYES
>Having gotten both the liver and gizzard in one go, you rush the ladle to the trash can and dump it, not caring if the gravy spills on the ground
>Rushing back to the pot, you unfortunately slide across the slick tile
>Before falling on your ass, you pull off a rather impressive move, sliding to the pot, dropping the ladle in and then, with the dexterity of a flopping fish out of water that’s starting its own mosh pit, you crash to the ground
 
>You think you feel your tailbone being pushed through your asshole
>”-nd I thought-ANON!”
>You’ve fallen and you can’t get up
>Thankfully, Big Mac and Applejack are here to haul your sorry ass back to an upright position
>”Ya need ta be more careful Anon.”
>”Eeyup.”
>”Quit yer yappin! He may not be a youngin, but he’s still spry!”
“What Gran Gran said.” you say as you massage your sore glutes
>Fuck, why does it feel like a horse rode you for hours on end?
>”Are you ok Uncle Anon?”
>Looking down, you don’t see a lively Apple Bloom, but one that’s tearing up
“Of course I’m fine sweetie,” you say as you cup her face, “it takes a lot more than a little bump to hurt me.”
>Promptly booping her nose and ruffling her hair, you start getting the plates out
“Now, who’s hungry?”
 
>With everyone getting their plates and piling them with a heaping amount of food, you sit down at your dining table and dig in
>Even though your rear payed a price oh so dear, you’re thankful you got the giblets out in time
>Apple Bloom would’ve screamed in revelation of your ‘secret ingredients’
>”It’s so good! Uncle Non, what’s your secret?”
“I don’t know how many times I’ve said this before, but I’ll say it again: love.”
>”Ugh…”
>Enjoying the lamentations of a youth’s unanswered question, you savor the cacophony of flavors present
>You might not have the talent of cooking like Papanon or baking like Mamanon, but you hold your own
“How’s football practice Mac?”
>”Fine.”
>Young man of few words
>Hell, when he was younger, he couldn’t pipe down
>But after your friends passed, he got quiet
>... it still doesn’t feel right and you don’t think you’ll ever get used to it
“That’s good to hear. How’s school for you Applejack?”
>”I think I might’ve made a new friend.”
“Oh really? What’s their name?”
>”Rainbow Dash.”
“Wait, ain’t that the gal you hate so much?”
>”Well… yeah. She’s cocky, arrogant and an all ‘round blowhard, but she’s fun and alright.”
“As long as you two don’t get into any trouble, then that’s good. What about you Bloom?”
>”Scoots, Sweetie and I went to the planetarium for a field trip! It was so cool! We looked through this large telescope scope and-oooooh, oooooooh wait! We also saw this awesome display of the planets in the solar system and-”
>Holding onto her every word, you grin at her depictions of one of her daily adventures
>It reminds you of how you were when you were her age
>Oh, the joys of being in middle school without a care in the world
>”-so got ice cream for astronauts! Did you know that Pluto ain’t a planet?”
>You can already tell where this is going
>”Pluto is a planet darnit!”
>”That’s not what the teacher said, Granny.”
>”Well, back in mah day, we-”
“Who wants some dessert!”
>”I do!”
>”Eeyup!”
>Applejack and Big Mac jump on the enticing bandwagon of sweetness, helping derail a potentially tiresome familial argument
>Grabbing everyone’s plates, you go into the kitchen and place them in the sink
>Pulling out some bowls, you dish the pie out and serve it à la mode
>”What about the rice pudding Uncle Anon?”
>Patting her head, you pinch her cheek
“We’ll have it, it just needs to cool down and chill, don’t worry.”
 
 
>Moving everybody to the living room, you sit down in your comfy chair with Apple Bloom planting her rear in between your leg and the armrest soon after
>Before you grab the remote, you look down at her in curiosity and see her staring up at you with a dopey grin, kicking her legs not out of joy, but pure contentedness
>Pulling her a bit closer and tickling her, she giggles as you turn on the t.v. and play one of the Christmas specials
>”So it’s one of ‘em moov’en picturs, eh?”
“Yup.”
>You have a bite of the pie and feel like you’re on cloud nine
“Granny, I have no idea how you do it, but somehow your pies get better and better each time you make them.”
>”Are you sayin my pies tasted like garbage before?”
“Your words, not mine, and I’m glad you’re finally listening to reason.”
>Chuckling softly to herself, she gives you a wink in approval
>”Uncle ‘Non, can we share our presents?”
>Without looking at her, you peck her on the cheek
“Wait until tomorrow, then we can share Bloom.”
>”Ok…”
>The rest of the short night is spent watching cartoons and talking about life and soon enough, it’s late
>After you all get up and stretch, you direct Granny Smith to your bedroom and the other Apples to the spare
>”Where will you sleep Uncle Anon?”
“I’m gonna stay up and do some work, I’ve been slacking anyways.”
>”Ok!”
>Sending them off, they all go to bed which leaves just you
>Going into your home office, you start to grade your student’s end-of-semester papers
“-back in eighteen forty-it’s nineteen forty five you fucking nonce…
>Throwing your head into your hands in frustration, you decide to sift through the papers and do the best ones first
>Awful… drivel… what is THIS garbage!
>No matter how much you fight with the principal, she just won’t let you give the kids an honest grade and try to help them
>It’s all just ‘keep giving them tests’ and ‘give them mountains of extra credit’ bullshit
>Thankfully, there’s a rumor going around that there will be a change in leadership soon
>You hope that change includes the vice principal, he’s a daft tool
“I need a drink.”
>Opening one of the drawers to your desk, you pop open the false bottom and retrieve a flask of good boy juice and have a swig
>Mmmmmm, muuuuuuch better…
>Putting it away, you continue sifting through the papers, finding a couple noteworthy ones from your usual star students
>Over time, your eyelids begin to get heavier and heavier, and it isn’t long before you drift off to a cozy slumber
 
>Waking up with a sore back, you think you hear something coming from your living room
>Standing up and stretching out, you yawn and groggily make your way to the source of the noise
>You could go for a glass of water anyways
>As you get closer, the sounds are easier to discern
>”-yes! Yes! Just like that!”
>Before your brain is able to make the connection, you step out from the hall and witness a sight that you will never be able to scrub from your mind
>Laid out on a chair, and not just any chair, but YOUR COMFY CHAIR, is a naked Applejack silently schlicking away with her eyes closed, huffing softly and bathed in light
>At least she had the forethought to put a towel down first and you can only guess what is on the t.v.
>...
>You were her age once too, and you’re thankful she hasn’t noticed you yet
>Turning around, as you try to slink back to your room, you hear an audible gasp and a sudden deafening silence
>...
>Continuing on your way knowing that you’ve embarrassed her enough already, you sit back down in your chair and feign being asleep
>Now, you wait
>...
>A couple minutes pass before you hear your door crack open briefly
>”It was all in my head? He really is asleep?”
>Mere seconds pass before the door closes
>You thought she’d do that because it’s exactly what you had done before too
>Moments later, you hear the t.v. turn on again
>Putting a hand over your mouth, you fail to suppress your laughter
“Holy shit, already? Was I that horny of a little shit too?”
>After chuckling for a good while, you get your flask out and have another drink
>Dammit, you’re gonna have to have ‘the talk’ with her sooner rather than later…
>Sighing, you stow the flask back in its spot and try to get comfy and snooze until morning
 
>”Uncle Anon!”
>You feel a pressure on your arm that’s trying its damndest to shake you awake
>”Un-cle An-on!”
“Five more minutes…”
>Despite your feeble protest, the rocking of your arm continues
“Alright, I’m getting up…”
>Opening your eyes, you see Apple Bloom holding a present with a green ribbon on top of it giving you a beaming smile
>”Open it!”
>Taking the small box from her hands, you undo the bow and reveal the contents of the gift
>It’s a small sheet of paper with what looks like a poem on it
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>’Over hill and under sky,’
>’There’s a man who wears a tie.’
>’When I am sad or down or blue,’
>’He’s always there beside me too.’
 
>’He holds me close, knows what to say,’
>’To keep my tears and fears at bay.’
>’He’ll kiss my cheek and say I’m tough,’
>’And no matter what, that I’m enough.’
 
>’When all is said, and all is done,’
>’We’ll both go off and have some fun.’
>’Superheroes, villains and comics galore!’
>’We’ll play all day and then play some more!’
 
>’I say this lots ‘cause I know it’s true,’
>’You’re family Anon, I’ll always love you!’
 
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>”Whaddaya think?”
>All you’re able to do is pull her close into a tight hug
“I love you too Bloomie.”
>You’re not gonna cry
>That’s not a tear rolling down your face, it’s just sweat from appreciating how great your niece is!
>No matter how hard you try, you can’t lie to yourself
>Pulling away from her, you wipe away the manly tear you had just shed
“Thank you sweetie, I love it.”
>Instead of her usual reaction of fist pumps or jumping with joy, she continues to hold her warm smile
“C’mon, I gotta show you my gift to you now.”
>Setting down the poem, you take her hand and guide her to the living room
“Now sit down and keep your eyes closed, ok?”
>”Ok!”
>Running to your garage, you take out a length of old red ribbon from a small cardboard box
>It belonged to the woman who you consider your sister
>You remember nabbing it from her when you were in middle school and how she became absolutely livid because she thought a certain boy took it
>Who knew you swiping her precious bow as a prank would lead to her falling in love?
>Sighing from memories past, you carefully stuff the ribbon in your back pocket and walk back to the living room to see Apple Bloom trying to peek through tiny slits
“Remember Appy, no peeking.”
>Moving behind her, you take out the ribbon and weave it into her hair as she giggles
>”What are you doing-”
“Shhhh, you’ll see.”
>Finishing up, you cinch the knot and complete the bow
“Alright, I’ll guide you to the bathroom, don’t open your eyes yet!”
>Getting her to the bathroom, you flip on the lights and position her in front of the mirror
“Ok, open your eyes!”
>It takes a moment, but when Apple Bloom opens her eyes, the corners of her mouth dart upwards
>”IT’S SO-”
“Shhh, not so loud!”
>”it’s so cute, I’m gonna wear it everyday! How’d you get this?”
>Looking into the mirror, you feel as if you’re past stands before you
“Lets just say someone who I love just as much as you let me have it long ago.”
>”I love you Uncle Anon” she says as she turns on a dime and nearly tackles you to the floor
“I love you too, Apple Bloom.”
>After enjoying this special moment between you and your niece, you both go into the kitchen and have another
>As you pull out the little dishes of rice pudding, Apple Bloom jumps up and down, her bow bouncing with her
>Taking out some cinnamon, you sprinkle a healthy amount on top of both dishes
>Grabbing some spoons, you sit down in your comfy chair with her in your lap as you both savor the sweetness of the dessert
-FIN