#YOU CAN WAIT TILL THANKSGIVING

[imswimmingback]

i better not see anyone talking about listening to phoebe's christmas album till AFTER THANKSGIVING. DEFROSTING MAY BEGIN ON NOVEMBER 24. if i see a single person-

[acoldfrenchfry]

Something great about adulthood is that you literally never have to be around people who don't respect you ever again. If you're unhappy with your friend circle/family? you can just leave and you'll be that much better and healthier. Don't like yourself? you can make a new self. Google is free and your life is customizable. Don't like who you are? then don't be that person lmao. You can just change. Make those choices, decisions, and meds to get you there. no one's gonna do it for you n you can't help people who don't want to be helped, which includes yourself.

n I know a lot of this takes time and money, but you gotta start somewhere. even just having a plan of action helps. Knowing what you wanna work on and who you wana be/people you want to hang out with. That's where it's at. Literally just do it. "idk if i'm ready" then do it unready. I didn't know how to move out transition pay bills dye my hair register my car move in with my partner get a better job change my name literally anything to do with a courthouse change my credit shave my face until i just. Free balled it by my damn self. No family support no pity party. I'm not waiting around for people who say sorry 10 billion times but continue to not be better anymore. Don't make yourself palatable for other people, be free bitches ꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱₊˚⊹

[deepdisireslonging]

Just a Phone Call Away

Bucky is away on a mission. He tries to cover the distance with a spicy phone call, but the Reader can’t get into it because she misses him too much. He goes the extra mile to making her night special.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings/Promises: dirty talk, phone sex, Angst, Smut, oral (female receiving), creampie, cock-warming, Fluff

Word Count: 2800+

Note: Oops. This was supposed to be a ficlet. Welp… can’t argue with a big smutty present, can I? Please comment and reblog to share with your blog friends if you like the fic! Happy Holidays, and happy reading!

“How does the house look?”

As your eyes drifted over the brightly colored lights and tinsel around your living room, you had to smile. “It looks great. I added some electric candles across the mantle.”

On the phone, Bucky laughed. “Our fake mantle for our fake fireplace?”

“Hey. It makes heat and it’s got at least a flickering image of a fire. And it won’t burn down the house.”

“Unless Tony’s wires short out.”

“Don’t jinx us.”

It had been a gift from Stark Enterprises after most of New York lost power last winter. Thousands of them were produced before the end of January and just about every home in the city had one. Each “fireplace” was technically a self-conducting generator that worked not just the “fire,” but also had outlets in the back for other appliances. He’d gifted you two one of the beta models. It worked most of the time.

You liked it. So much so, that you’d risked Tony’s wrath to raid his shop for a wooden beam to hang over the contraption as a mantle. It made your otherwise pitiful living room feel homey. And now that the winter holidays were in full swing, you went all out with decorating the space. The rest of the house was still a decoration wasteland. But the other rooms could wait for Bucky to get home from this mission. You stretched out on the blanket rolled out in front of the fireplace with a sigh.

The mission.

Apparently, sleeper agents didn’t take a holiday break. Steve accidentally uncovered a cluster of operatives in the last mission, and he made a plan to take them out. They left before Thanksgiving. Christmas was only a few weeks away and every call to Bucky suggested they wouldn’t be back till the New Year.

“What was the sigh for?”

Another one heaved through your chest. “Nothing. Just… missing you.”

“I know, Baby. We’re trying to wrap things up, but… you know how it is.”

“Yeah.”

The phone crackled like it did when he went through a tunnel.

“Huh? What was that?”

“Would you like to try something? I can’t be there right now, and I hate that. But I want to make sure you’re warm and taken care of.”

You sat up on your elbows. “Steve’s not with you in the car, right? Please tell me you’re not going to try and embarrass him again?” Your cheeks warmed thinking about that time Bucky sweet talked you to orgasm before you realized he wasn’t alone on the phone call. Steve couldn’t look you in the eye for a week. The memory also made you giggle. “Acts like that could get you on the Naughty list.”

“When have I ever been worried about that?” He chuckled. “No. It’s just me. Is the fire warm?”

Stretching, you laid the phone down and put it on speaker. “Mhmm.”

“You wearing your panda pj’s or… something else?”

A smile slid across your face as you played into his game. “No. Just a tank top and some of your sweatpants.” You side-eyed the phone. The same way you would shoot him a glance when you teased. “And that’s it. The fire’s warm enough I don’t need… all those layers.” You were rewarded with a groan. Trying to return the favor, you hummed as you dragged your hands up and around your body, imagining his hands and their favorite paths. “If anything, if I turn it up a notch, I won’t need anything after a few minutes.”

“You won’t need to do a thing here in a minute. Run your hands under your top for me? How does it feel?”

You slid your hands over your front over the fabric first. Already your nipples were peaked and tweakable through your tank top. Giving your breasts a squeeze made you hiss out a breath. Finally, you ran your hands up under your top. Your nerves sparkled with the promises of what was to come. Your whimpers made Bucky growl as you massaged your breasts. Behind the sound of him, the growl of his vehicle revved up. “Keep your eyes on the road, Sergeant.”

“My eyes are on the road, and my hands on the wheel. But, Baby Girl, whatever you’re doin’… keep doing it and making those sounds. Can you imagine how hard I am for you already? I wanna be there. With you sitting on top of me, grindin’ those hips into what’s waiting for you.”

Your hips bucked into the air, wishing you could do just that. “I wanna be where you are. Making you pull over so I can ride you in your seat. Making those blacked-out windows steam up with what I want to do to you.” Breathing heavily, you dipped a hand under the waistband of the sweatpants you stole from his dresser. Your nails trailed up and down your thigh, drifting closer and closer to where your desire was growing.

“Keep those hands on your breasts, Baby Girl. I know you. Be good for me? We’ll get there, I promise. But let me work you up a bit more.”

With a whine, you did as he said. But the more you kneaded, the colder you felt. “Buck-“

“The second I get home from this mission, I’m going to bring you to the brink only squeezing and sucking on those gorgeous breasts of yours. I’m going to kiss you head to core and back again. Can’t wait to taste you again, Baby.”

But your hands had stopped. One was pressed over your mouth to muffle your sobs. You slapped the other over the first as you sniffled.

“Can’t wait to… Baby? Hey… are you okay? What’s wrong?”

You used the hem of your tank to wipe your eyes. A sob burst through your lips. “I’m sorry. I… I just want you here, Buck. It feels selfish and I know you have to be out there doing what you need to…” You let the tears fall freely as you curled to one side. “But I want you home. I want you safe. Here. With me. I want you in my arms. Not on the phone miles away in the middle of who knows what. I like hearing your voice, really. But… it’s not real. You’re not here. And all I feel is cold. My imagination isn’t strong enough. Not anymore. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

The vehicle revved again in the Bucky’s silence. You could almost see him. How his brow would crease as he frowned, trying to come up with the right words. “You don’t need to be sorry. I miss you too, and I don’t want to be away from you either. I- ah, fuck, Baby. I’m sorry. I’ll be home in a little while and then we don’t have to go anywhere or do anything.”

It took all your willpower not to scoff. “A Bucky ‘while’ or a Steve ‘while’?” You bit your bottom lip, waiting. He didn’t have an answer for that. Outside, the wind rattled your front door. “Bucky, I know you probably have to go back to work in a minute. But we- we can’t hang up like this. Please. Say something.”

Your phone screen went dark as the call ended. “Buck?” It stayed dark. You thought he must have driven into the dark zone Tony set up around wherever they had basecamp. No calls in or out. A sob ripped through your body. Then you startled as the door rattled again.

It swung open and your heart stopped.

“Bucky.”

He barely had time to shut and lock the door before you were on him. He wrapped his arms around you; the chill of his clothes prickled your skin with goosebumps. You didn’t care. He hummed an apology as you kissed all over his face and cried into his coat.

“You’re home?”

“Yes. I thought – it was going to be a surprise. We got ‘em. Been on the way home for two days trying to get back. I should have just told you. If I had known you felt so lonely I never… I’m home. I’m here.” He kissed you back, holding you close. He grunted as you squeezed him tighter. “I’m home. I’m here.” He kept humming it as you pulled him to kneel with you in front of the fire. Soon his cheeks were warm under your lips. “I should have told you. Am I on your naughty list?”

Breathless, you broke away with a laugh. “No. You don’t have to be.”

“Oh?”

“I thought you were going to kiss me from head to core and back again the second you got home?”

He grinned. “I did say that, didn’t I?”

“Mhmm.”

His grin glowed with the kind of danger that you yearned for. “Then I guess I better get started.” Sliding one arm around your waist, and his other hand digging into your hair, he held you in place for his deep kiss. Try as you might, you couldn’t move with him holding you so tightly. You couldn’t even thrust your hips into his front. Bucky chuckled darkly as you struggled. “What?” He ran his thumb across your bottom lip as you tried to catch your breath. “I thought this is what you wanted.”

“It is, Buck, please-“

He covered up your pleas with a flurry of kisses. This time around, he kept his hands on your waist, holding you mostly in place. With your arms free, you could cup his face in your hands. His cheeks were scruffy with mission-growth. Already you could feel the burn between your thighs. He grunted as you reached between your bodies. The tent of his tactical pants was warm under your touch. Breath stuttering, he thrust towards your hand. You took the chance to mouth over his Adam’s apple, making him moan. Leaning forward, you almost succeeded in taking him down to the blanket; but at the last moment he threaded his fingers into your hair and tugged you back.

“Nuh-uh. Been laying on a hard cot for weeks. Can’t I lay on something soft?”

You bit your bottom lip. “Of course. But-“ You tugged on the buttons on his coat.

It took both of you to make it through all the buttons and zippers and clasps of his coat and under-jacket before you reached his shirt. He tugged off the long-sleeve shirt, leaving on his black tank top. He jutted out his chin. You grabbed the hem of your top and pulled it off over your head. The giggle that bubbled out of you rivaled any that you had made on a Christmas morning. Bucky’s face of desire and appreciation of your form, paired with his lax jaw and glassy eyes… it warmed you all over. Reaching out, you snagged his wrists and guided his hands to your breasts.

Mumbling to himself, he massaged your breasts. He leaned forward to bury his face between them. You curled your fingers into his hair, giving his locks gentle tugs to make him hum against your chest. It wasn’t long before he was guiding you to lay across the blanket. His lips barely left your body. When they did, it was so he could shift his ministrations from one breast to the other or up to the underside of your jaw. He could have danced you around like a marionette for all you cared. Your vision was hazy with need and your hands couldn’t feel enough of him. He growled as your touch found his trapped manhood again.

“Gotta wait, Baby.” He sucked on the spot under your ear. “If you get your hands on me too soon, I’ll blow. Wanna taste you first.”

“Have you been starving for me, Sergeant?”

His moan into your shoulder was plenty of an answer.

As promised, he kissed his way down your body. Gently, he removed the sweats. You giggled again. He couldn’t stop looking between your glistening arousal and your eyes. Quick and desperate, he kissed back up to your lips. Then he settled on his stomach. His arms wrapped around your thighs. You did your best to settle in.

Not that it did you any good. He lapped and sucked at your slick like he hadn’t eaten in days. To a degree, he hadn’t eaten from you in weeks. But the way he devoured your sex was like he hadn’t eaten anything since he left. When he curled his metal fingers into your heat, you arched with a cry. His flesh arm stretched across your tummy, pinning you down so he could continue to take you apart. Desperate and mildly warmed up from the earlier phone call, you fell apart quickly. He laughed into your thighs about how easy you came for him.

“Missed me that much, Baby? Can’t help but feel flattered.” He watched you, resting his cheek on your thigh while his fingers continued to lazily curl within you. Every time you almost managed a comment, he curled into that spot that made your eyes cross and you lost your train of thought. “Can you give me another? Come on. Just one more and then we can rest.”

You whined. “Not… not without you.”

“But you’ve got me. I’m right here.”

“Buck-“ you moaned. “Need you. In me. Please.”

The flickering of the fireplace mirrored in his eyes as he crawled over you. But his fingers continued their slow strokes. If it looked like you were going to speak, he flicked his thumb across your clit and scattered your thoughts again. When he was finally hovered over you, he made a show of slowly dragging his fingers out of your slick before sucking them into his mouth. The way his tongue curled around the metal, not missing a drop, made your vision fuzzy with the memory of that tongue on your sex. He dragged his cock into the open, slowly pumping it.

“Gonna- fuck. Gonna have to be careful.” He reached down again, returning his fingers to stroking your velvety walls. His hips thrust, dragging his cock through the slick that escaped around his ministrations. “Need you close, Baby. What do you need?” He mouthed over your breast.

He might as well have asked you to compute the number of Christmas lights in Manhattan. The best you could do was grip the side of his head and guide him from one breast to the other. Your hips jolted when you needed more. Bucky’s fingers curled and scissored like you needed. He added another, stretching you pleasantly. Soon, you were keening.

“About to cum, Buck. Please. Need you. Come on.”

You screamed as he filled you in a breath. His whine of finally feeling you around his cock muffled into your shoulder. But his chest pressed hot and sweaty against yours. At first, he could only tremble, scared to move. But you rolled your hips. The pleasure coursing through you was ready to tumble over the edge, if only he’d move.

“Darling, please-“

Bucky thrust once. Then quickly pistoned his hips into yours like a man possessed.

You trembled and raked your nails down his back. Despite the fabric in the way, he growled all the same. His mouth fell open, pressing a breathless kiss to your forehead.

With a hoarse shout, you clamped down on his cock. The lights on your tree blurred into one bright glow. Bucky’s grip tightened around you, sure to leave bruises. His eyes fluttered closed as he came. Spilling into you, he trembled and rocked his hips a few more times, chasing the feel of you and the height of his pleasure.

“Welcome home, darling,” you shivered.

He breathed a laugh into your neck. But he didn’t leave. Instead he rolled to one side so your back was towards the fireplace. “Maybe- maybe I should leave a bit more often.” Your whine made him smile. He smoothed his hands across your hip and back. “You know. Just to the grocery and such. If I walk out and back in again, you wanna welcome me like this again?”

“Hmm.” You nuzzled your face into his chest. “If you wanted to do that, you’d have to let me go. And step back out into the cold.”

“Nuh-uh.”

“What? The Winter Soldier not a fan of the cold?”

“Not when I’ve got you in my arms and speared on my cock I’m not. I’m not moving from this spot until absolutely necessary.” He kissed your forehead. “And I meant what I said earlier. I don’t have to be anywhere. Told Steve not to call me till mid-January unless the whole world’s in danger.” He hissed as your nose pressed, cold, along the neckline of his tank.

“So you’re all mine for Christmas?”

“Christmas. New Year’s. Epiphany. Boxing Day-“ You cut him off with a laugh and another flurry of kisses. Behind you, the fire crackled warm, and your brightly-colored living room finally felt like home.

***

Master List

Other Bucky Fics:

A Gift to Me (F, S, Christmas) 

Starting off the Year Right (S) 

Cake or Cookies (S)

[justchelleing]

Day 7: His POV

Tbh I'm not using my brain on this one

It's casual, you said it yourself and he told himself he can settle with that as long as he got to hold you in his arm. He thought that he could settle for that, but obviously he couldn't. Now when you slipped away in the night, only coming back the next time you wanted him; while he needed you. Was it truly casual when you brought him to your family's thanksgiving dinner? Was it casual when you caressed the scars on his body while you acted the way a lover does? No it wasn't and it pained him even more. Knowing that a part of you longed for him half as much as his whole being longer for you, that you were just a stuck up to your own principles on keeping it casual. He can wait forever, if it means that by the end he can hold you in his arms, and love you knowing that you loved him back. Yet it only takes a while before he realized that it was all for naught. You would never love him as much, he confronted you, and he left. He waited all those months, only to realize that the look in your eyes wasn't romantic love, instead it was the same love in people's eyes when they were looking at something fun, the love and amusement when playing a game. He hated you, how pathetic he was against you, but he knew he didn't, knowing if you said one word, he would stay.

DAZAI, Aventurine, Ayato, Till (modern au obv), Chuuya, Vanitas, Jing Yuan + your faves,

[mikaelsonharem7]

Cheers to 25 🥂

NSFW

Warnings: choking, p in v, smut, spit

This is a gift to myself cause it’s my birthday today!! Also Happy Thanksgiving 🦃

“Come on, Lyric. It’s your 25th birthday; you have to do something.” My best friend said. Another year, and it’s another year of me not doing anything. I never did anything on my birthday. I just never felt in the spirit enough. But she was right; I am turning 25, and it’s a milestone birthday, so I let her convince me to go out.

 

“Fine. Where are we going?” I ask, finally giving in.

 

With a smirk on her face, she says, "Perfect! You were going anyway because I and Tay were going to kidnap you, but it’s a surprise, but just know you’ll love it.” Knowing her, I’m a little worried, not gonna lie, but YOLO. She then darts to my room and goes straight to my closet to pick out some clothes. The clothes here she’s picking out have me questioning the dress code because it was all mini dresses and I’m just like, this is definitely out of my comfort zone, but again I’m embracing the fun tonight. I then see her grab one of my duffel bags, and I stop her.

 

“Are we spending the night there?” I ask, growing more curious.

 

“It’s a day trip, but I’m just grabbing options.” She said with a smile.

 

After packing and picking up Tay, we finally take off on the road, and by the direction we’re going, I can tell we’re going towards Texas. I don’t know what I got myself into, but there’s something telling me that it’s going to be a very good night. After a 3-hour drive, we end up in Dallas, Texas, and we pull up into a nice hotel. Getting out and walking in the hotel is gorgeous, very modern looking, and clean. As we get to the check-in and we get our keys, I see that the key has a P on it and that normally it is for the penthouse. As we make our way to the penthouse suite, my heart is filled with joy and love that my best friend would do this for me on my birthday.

 

Turning to the both of them, I have tears in my eyes, and my best friend says,

 

“Don’t start. You deserve this, plus it’s your 25th; of course you know we gotta go big!!”

 

After getting settled and unpacked, we finally start to get ready. As I come out of the bathroom, I see Tay and my best friend laying out some options. They know that I’m not the type to show off my body because I am self-conscious. Yes, I bought them, but I never had the courage to wear them out, but I was really liking what they picked. After trying on some choices, I finally settled on a minidress, and I put a long-sleeve white bodysuit underneath. I also paired it with some cute tights and some platform pumps. It was out of my comfort zone, but I couldn’t lie; my body looked so good. The dress hugged my curves just right!

 

Once we were all dressed and cute, we headed down to the UBER and headed to the destination. As we pull up, I see that we are at a club, and it looks nice!!! After we make our way inside and head to our table, we sit down, and I scan the room and just take it all in. This is really not my scene, but I’m determined to make a night out of it. Ordering drinks, I order a blueberry pineapple mojito, and it was delicious. The club also had some finger foods, so we ordered some to share. Sitting down my finished drink, another one is placed in front of me, and I look at it confused. I didn’t order anything, so where did this come from? I lean over to ask my friends if they did, and they said no. Not taking a mystery drink, I take it back to the bar, and when I go to try and return it, the bartender directs my eyes to a section of the club. When I turn to see, my eyes widen. There in all his glory is Randy Orton.

 

Dressed in all black with a single gold Cuban around his neck, he looks so damn good. Turning my attention back to the bartender, I ask if she could remake the drink so that I had eyes on it. Understanding my point, she smiles and instantly remakes my drink. Wanting to test the waters, I stay at the bar and wait till he makes his next move. After a few minutes I feel a hand slide on the small of my back, and the most heavily scented perfume invades my presence. God, he looks and SMELLS so good.

 

“So you just take my drink without saying thank you?” I suddenly hear next to me.

 

Turning my head, I look at none other than the Viper himself. Seeing him in person is so much more satisfying than seeing him on TV. His blue eyes still noticeable in this dark club.

 

Wanting to play along, I say, “Well, it got you over here right. So I say my plan is working so far.” I have a slight smirk on my face as I take another sip.

Chuckling, Randy leans on the bar and looks at me.

“I noticed you and your friends when y'all walked in here, and I just wanted to get to know you. What brings y'all here? Are you from here?” Randy asks.

 

“Well…no, we’re from Louisiana, and it’s my 25th birthday today, so they dragged me out to celebrate.” I replied.

 

“Oh well, happy birthday! Is this the only thing you have planned tonight?” He asks

 

“So far, yes. This isn’t my scene, but my friends planned this, so I'm going to make the best of it. I don’t really celebrate my birthday, but I’m changing that.

 

"I will be honest; this isn’t my scene either. So I know this is forward, but would you like to come back to my hotel just to talk?" Randy invites as he looks me in the eyes. His eyes drop to my lips for a split second. 

 

Thinking to myself, I just say, “Why not?” Let me tell my best friend that I’m leaving.“

 

Walking over to my friend's table, I let them know that I’m leaving, and they asked with who. I show his picture and explain who he was, of course, save it, and say, Keep your location on if you need us.

 

Walking back to the bar, I let him know that we’re good to go, and we go out the back to his car and head back to his hotel. Once we get to the hotel, we will go up to where he is staying, of course, at the penthouse, and it is gorgeous. The floor-to-ceiling windows let you see the city below.

 

“So I take it that WWE pays very well, 'cause holy shit,” I turn to him after taking it all in.

Laughing, he replies, “I say they pay pretty well.”

“Can I get you something to drink? Water?”

 

I say yes, and he hands me a glass. I keep looking around, and I guess to please my curiosity, he offers to give me a tour. I, of course, say yes, and he walks me around the living room and shows me the balcony that wraps around the downstairs. He shows me to the gym that he has in suite, and of course, we end off with a mortgage look-around of the kitchen. To the stairs to check out the second floor. We make our way down this long highway, and he opens the door to this beautiful bedroom. The master was dark in color and cozy with a balcony overlooking the city.

 

Walking out to the balcony, you stare out at the city, and you sigh. Randy walks next to you, and you see that he has two champagne glasses. Smiling and taking the glass, you thank him.

 

“I want to make a toast to your 25th, and hopefully your birthday has been good so far, and I hope to make it better.” As we clink our glasses. We walk back inside and sit on the couch in the room. You both begin conversation back and forth. Mostly you, as you tell him you’re a fan. You ask him to try to get him to spill if he’ll turn on Cody, but he wasn’t budging. After a few more glasses of champagne, you both put your glasses down, and Randy just stares at you. Being bold, you ask what he meant by “hoping to make your birthday better.” Not saying anything, he reaches over and pulls you onto him. Your dress rising up as now you’re straddling his hips. You feel his hands cup your ass as he leans forward to kiss you. Letting out a moan when he squeezes your ass and you let out a gasp when he sends a slap to your right cheek.

 

Be suddenly picks you up and carries you to the bed. Laying you down, he kisses down your neck. Nipping here and there, making you yelp. He kisses down your chest, pulling the straps from your dress and pulling down the tights you were wearing. Leaving you in only the white bodysuit, Randy slithers in between your legs, kissing and nipping at your thighs, leaving tiny hickies in his wake. Getting to your center, he pulls on the snaps holding the bodysuit together, making them come undone. Looking up at you, he licks his lips and slowly takes a long lick. Eyes rolling back, and he continues. Licking. Sucking. Pulling. Your mind was running wild with pleasure as your body shook in his mouth. Trying to catch your breath, Randy doesn’t stop, and he adds a thick finger and then two. He curves his fingers, hitting that special spot, and you come undone once again, trapping his head between your thick thighs.

 

Coming up for air he kisses up your body, taking off your bodysuit in the process. Palming your plump breast, he takes a nipple in his mouth as a fingers toys with the other. Your hands continue to his shirt to pull it off, tossing it to the side, and you bring your hands down his chest, slightly scratching in the process. Your hands continued as you tried to get his pants off. Once they were off, you took his big cock in your hands, slowly stroking it, feeling him get harder. You surprise him by changing your positions, and now you’re on top. Kissing down his chest, you get to his hard cock. He had to be 6 inches, and he was thick. Making sure his eyes were on you, you stuck your tongue out and licked a line, and as you got to the tip, you wrapped your lips around the head and sucked. Hearing his moans sent shocks to your pussy, causing you to get wetter. Randy’s hand finds your head and slowly moves it down further till he reaches the back of your throat. Slightly gagging, you pull away, catching your breath before Randy does it again. Him hearing you gag on him only makes him harder. Pulling you from his cock, a trail of spit followed as it dropped to your tits.

 

“You look so good when you choke on my dick,” he growls.

 

Pulling you closer, he kisses you, making you moan in his mouth. He turns and lays you on your back as he settles in between your thighs. Grabbing his cock, he rubs it up and down your slit, teasing your clit. Your wetness coating his tip. He gently begins to slide in, going slowly as he stretches you. Pulling out and pushing in again, you feel your pussy tighten and release around him, and he makes a grunting sound. Leaning down, he captures your lips as he mumbles,

 

“You’re squeezing me, baby. You're going to make me cum before I can fulfill my promise.”

 

Your eyes close as you relax a bit, and Randy begins to stroke faster and harder. Moans and wet skin are the only sounds to be heard in the room. Randy’s hand finds your neck, giving it a tight squeeze. The pressure isn’t one of pain but one of pleasure, the lack of blood flow aiding in the pleasure.

 

“FFFF-FFUUCKKKK! Right there, right there. Please.” You beg as he keeps hitting that spot that made you see stars. Your body was shaking; sweat coated both of your skin. Spreading your legs wider, Randy begins to go faster and harder while he also begins to play with your clit. The combination of both sensations causes you to cum, and you squirt as he continues to fuck you.

 

“Good girl, that’s a good girl. Keep cumming for me.” Randy says as he feels your pussy continue to squeeze him. Feeling your pussy squeeze him triggers his own release, and he cums, filling you till both your juices are dripping out of you. Catching a much-needed breath, Randy slowly pulls out and collapses next to you. Pulling you closer, he wraps his arms around you, and after a while, you both fall asleep.

 

Sunlight shines on your face, waking you up from the best sleep you’ve ever had. Looking around, you forget where you are until the memories of last night begin to flood in. Jumping up, you begin to get dressed. Once dressed, you are about to walk out when you see a note on the nightstand. Flipping it open, you read:

 

Sorry I’m not there. We have a show tonight, and I had rehearsals. I'm not sure when you’re leaving, but I’d love to see you at the show tonight, so here are tickets. If you plan on coming, just text me at xxx-xxx-xxxx.

-Randy

Reading the note again, you think about it and decide that you’re going to go and have fun.

And you were right. The show was great, and you even got to hang out with Randy before you told him you had to head back home. Reluctantly saying goodbye, he gives you one last lingering kiss that makes your knees weak. Before he lets you go, he says,

 

“You have my number now, so I’d like it if we kept in touch.”

 

Not able to form a sentence, you slowly nod and turn to leave before a repeat of last night happens in the locker room. As you and your friends get back on the road, they ask if you had a good birthday, and once again flashbacks hit you, and you begin to smile.

 

“Oh, she SMILING smiling; she got some dick!” Tay screams.

 

Shaking your head, you just look down at the note you kept with Randy’s number and say, “I don’t know what y’all are talking about.” A smirk playing on your lips. What a great way to start year 25.

[mayahawkesfirstwife]

To All the Girls I’ve Loved Before (Part 1)

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This series is based off of the movie “To All the Boys I’ve Loved Before” but like the gay Stranger Things version. If you haven’t seen it you should go watch, it’s so good! This is more of a modern day, so they have cell phones and social media! I hope y’all enjoy.

Parts: Part 1, Part 2

Pairings: Robin Buckley x Fem! Reader

Summary: Y/n writes secret, soul-baring letters to her five crushes, but never meant to send them. Now they are out and wreaking havoc on your life.

Italics are Y/n’s thoughts.

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Y/N’S POV

The forbidden kiss.

We knew that it was wrong, that she was betrothed to my brother.

But if this wasn't what she wanted, then why did she come to the field of desire?

It was fated, that we should meet like this.

I snap out of my fantasy when I feel a pillow get thrown at me.

“Are we hanging out or what?” Will, my little brother asks.

I sat up on my bed, “I just want to finish this chapter.”

We hear dishes clatter and Johnathan walks up beside Will, looking into my room.

“Should we go help her?” I ask, looking up from my book.

“She wants to do it herself, but please come help me set the table.”

I stood up and followed my brothers out of the room and we heard a knock at the door and Johnathan opened it, revealing Nancy.

“Hey.” Nancy says, Johnathan smiles. “Hey.”

“I’m not too late, am I?” She asks, nervously.

“Of course not.” Johnathan says as he lets her in and she pecks his lips.

“Smells great, Ms. Byers.” She says, as we all walk to the kitchen.

“Hey, Nancy!” Our mom, Joyce says, as she was placing a pan down.

I leaned on a nearby wall and Nancy walks over and gives me a smile. “Hi, Y/n.” She says.

“Hi…”

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“I can’t believe we aren’t going to see you till Thanksgiving…” Will says to Johnathan as we all are putting food on their plates.

“It’s going to be Christmas, actually, Sweetie.” Our mom corrects him.

“Wait, are you kidding? We’re not going to see him till Christmas?” I gasp.

“Listen, on the bright side…Johnathan won’t be taking the car every day so you can practice driving.”

“I forgot I have to drive with Y/n now…” Will groans, and I furrow my eyebrows, looking over at him.

“Or you could ride the bus, since you hate the thought of me driving you.”

“Or I can drive and if we get pulled over we can just switch seats real quick.” Will says and our mom chuckles.

“That’s a good idea, hon!” She jokes.

“Johnathan…I have a surprise for you!” Nancy giggles as she pulls out a paper from her purse.

She hands it to Johnathan, “Oh.” he grabs it and opened it.

“Since you couldn’t come home for Thanksgiving, I figured I’d bring home to you.” She smiles.

“It’s a plane ticket, for me!” She puts her hands together, excitingly.

“Nancy, how sweet!” Our mom smiles, rubbing Johnathan’s shoulder.

“You…you already paid for this?” Johnathan asks and Nancy’s smile starts to fade.

“Yeah…why?”

Johnathan sighs and hands the paper back to her as Will takes a bite of his food, “Mm, yum!”

I guess I should tell you a little bit about Nancy.

She and Johnathan have been together for the past 3 years, but before he even cared who she was, Nancy was my friend.

I could talk to her about anything.

We didn’t stop being friends when she and Johnathan got together, things were just different.

It’s not that I wanted to steal my brothers girlfriend or anything, I was super happy for Johnathan, he deserves a girl like Nancy.

So I wrote her a letter.

I wasn’t going to send the letter, or anything. It was just for me to understand how I was feeling.

My letters are my most secret possessions.

I open the little blue circle box with the ribbon on top, pulling out the five letters, tied with a bow.

There are five total.

Heather from my first job;

Robin from seventh grade;

Tina from homecoming;

Amelia from summer camp;

And Nancy.

I write a letter when I have a crush so intense that I don’t know what else to do.

Re-reading my letters reminds me of how powerful my emotions can be.

“What are you doing?” I heard my brother ask, I turn around quickly and shove the letter back in the blue box and hid it under some clothes.

“Nothing.”

“Your rooms kind of a mess.” He chuckles, sitting on the edge of the bed.

I look around at the clothes and make-up scattered on the ground and got up to sit beside him.

“Are you alright?” I asked.

“Yeah.” He says, “Well, I don’t know, I just broke up with Nancy.”

“You did what? Why?” I exclaim.

“It’s just not a good idea to go to college with a girlfriend,”

“But you love her.” I said, he nods. “I know, I do, alot.”

“So, do you think you might change your mind?” I asked and he sniffles, hesitating.

“No, no, it’s over.” He says with a sigh.

“So when I was packing, I had mom make a box of things to take to Goodwill. I think you should do it too, I made you a box.” He said.

I looked around my room and sigh, “Well, I don’t think theres anything I can part with at the moment.”

“Y/n, i’m leaving tomorrow. That means you’re going to be the biggest sibling. You need to set a good example for Will.”

“Fine.” I said while I roll my eyes playfully.

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The day after Johnathan left I had went to school and things just didn’t feel the same.

I was walking through the hall, I spot Nancy and we make eye contact.

My eyes linger on her as I walk, I waved awkwardly and bump into someone.

“Ow! Excuse you?”

“Oh, my god, Vickie.” I said, noticing who it was.

“I’m so sorry, I wasn’t paying attention.” I said, fiddling with my rings.

“Oh, it’s you.” She says, rolling her eyes.

Vickie…

We used to be best friends.

But post-middle school, for reasons i’d like to not discuss right now, we are now not best friends.

“Cute shoes.” She says, sarcastically as she eyes my Mary Janes.

“They’re vintage, I got them on Etsy.” I said, defending myself as Chrissy walks up to us.

“And they’re amazing! Not everyone can pull them off.” She says, wrapping her arm around me.

“But for you, well, it’s probably a good thing you’re playing it safe with those…uggs.” She says, with a chuckle as she looks at Vickies shoes.

I giggle and Vickie looks down at her shoes and makes a face at Chrissy.

Chrissy.

My best friend, my only friend really…

“You know what, Chrissy? Screw you, my feet are always cold.” Vickie says as Robin walks up behind her.

“Hey, babe.” She says, wrapping her arms around the girl and kissing her cheek.

“Hi.” Vickie smiles, looking up at the girl.

“How are you?” Robin asks, Vickie looks back at Y/n. “I’m good. How are you?” “Good.”

Remember, Robin?

The second one of my love letters?

That’s this Robin.

Vickie’s Robin.

Seventh grade, my first real boy/girl party. Everyone knew that Robin and Vickie, who was my still BFF at the time, only wanted to kiss each other.

We kissed at a game of spin the bottle, it lasted one second and Vickie was pissed.

Robin looks over at me and Chrissy and nods her head at me, I smile awkwardly and look down.

“So I was just complimenting Y/n’s, pretty little princess shoes.” Vickie pouts and me and Chrissy give each other the look as Robin and Vickie look down at my shoes.

“Well, bye!” Vickie pulls away from Robin and walks off, Robin stands there. “Oh…she just stopped drinking caffeine for some diet, I think it’s just a…um, withdrawal?”

I roll my eyes and look over at Chrissy who smirks, “Right…” Robin walks off.

“Do you really like my Mary Janes?”

Chrissy chuckles, “Duh!” She pulls me to walk with her and I giggled.

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[creepyclothdoll]

Turkey Day

I didn’t scream when Deb brought out the platter. The dish was large, white, and decorated with little porcelain angels– the ‘good china’ for special occasions. I had thought there was something grotesque about those little porcelain angels before Deb set her masterpiece upon it. 

It was the conflict-avoidance in me that stopped the scream. But it didn’t stop my jaw from dropping. 

“Mom, you said you weren’t going to do this this time,” Derrick said through his hands. 

“Well, no, I told you on the phone, we had a surprise visitor yesterday,” said Deb.

“Bet you never saw a thanksgiving turkey like that in Minneapolis,” Trent grunted at me, before smugly, theatrically stabbing into a roast arm with his fork. He seemed pleased that I didn’t have a response. My mouth just wouldn’t form words. I couldn’t move, or speak. 

“I didn’t–” Derrick finally took his fingers off of his nose. “You said, last month, that you were going to do a turkey this year.”

Trent stuffed an enormous forkful of stringy grey meat into his mouth and chewed, staring at me all the while without blinking.

“No, sweetie, you’re remembering wrong,” Deb, who would not look at me at all, argued in her gentle sing-song voice. She was short and thin with a fading blonde bob and grey roots. She wore a beige sweater over a beige dress. “I said your dad wasn’t up for it, with his hip, and with my sciatica and your brothers gone, I just didn’t think we could manage it this year. But then yesterday, around four, just about when I was unwrapping the frozen turkey, the doorbell rang! Trent, please.” Deb slapped Trent’s hand as it reached for another big forkful of meat. “Wait till I carve some for everyone first, for Christ’s sake. Poor Lexi is sitting there thinking ‘oh, these redneck McCabes, bunch of barbarians raised in a barn.’”

“It’s fine,” I said automatically. This was the first movement of my muscles since Deb brought out the platter. “I don’t think that.” 

“You don’t have to be so nice,” Deb replied. “I can take it.”

Derrick was staring at me now, too. His hand passed under the table to squeeze mine.

“Why couldn’t you just carve it in the kitchen?” Trent huffed.

“That’s not how Thanksgiving dinner works, dear,” Deb replied. Her thin fingers worked to saw thinner slices of cooked flesh off of the bones. The meat seemed to be somewhat tough, because she was going very slow at it. “Anyway, I ask this fellow where he was coming from, and he said Rindley. Lexi, that’s a whole county over. He’s a door-to-door JW, I forgot to say. He’s got this stack of flyers, you should see them, they’re funny. Anyway. I say, ‘don’t you JW’s always travel in pairs?’ and he says, ‘no m’a’am, that’s not a requirement, that’s only for safety.’ And I say, ‘well aren’t you worried about crazy hicks out here in the boonies taking shots at you?’ And he says, ‘I never had a problem out here before.’ And I say–”

“Godammit Deb!” Trent blurted. He let out a long, excruciated grunt as he stood up laboriously, taking great care to make sure we all knew how much it hurt him. He pushed his walker around the table and grabbed the carving knife from his wife. “I’ll show you how to carve a roast. Christ almighty, I swear to god.” He sawed the meat with violent speed, splashing grease on his old navy checkered flannel. 

“And I say–”

“Mom, maybe save it for another time?” Derrick said. He made a big show of secretly nodding towards me so his mother knew why. 

“It’s a funny story,” Deb frowned

“I want to hear it,” I said. Deb only sighed and sucked her teeth. Then she sat down.

“Well, it’s not that funny. It’s dumb, actually.”

“I still want to hear it,” I said. My phone buzzed in my dress pocket, and I pulled it out instinctively. 

I’m so sorry this is awful, the message read. It was from Derrick. He squeezed my hand again. I took mine away. 

“She’s calling the cops,” Trent said. “Told ya.”

“I’m not,” I said. “I just got a text.”

“Surprised you can get texts out here,” Deb said. “Most people can’t. Too far out in the sticks.”

“I can get them through wifi,” I said. I’d gotten the password off of their fridge when I arrived. It was under a magnet that said Never Mess With A PISCES WOMAN Who Was BORN IN MARCH And Is Allergic to STUPIDITY, They’ll Never Find Your Body! “I also think I still have bars, though, too.” 

I was getting sick of Deb acting like this suburban mcmansion was so far from civilization it might as well be the middle of Alaska. We were thirty-five minutes from Grand Rapids, tops. 

“Gals try to call the cops sometimes,” Trent continued, breathing heavy now as he struggled with the roast. He wasn’t doing much better than his wife at it. Sweat dripped from his wispy brown crew cut into his piggy eyes, but he refused to slow or stop. “They don’t last very long. By the time the cops get to our door, we’ve already got a whole new Thanksgiving meal to serve up to them.”

“Okay,” I said. He raised his eyebrows, as if to accentuate that there was an implication there that I should pick up on.

“Dad.” Derrick said. “She’s not calling the cops.”

The thing I didn’t like about Derrick’s dad most was the way he said everything like he’d rehearsed it in his head a lot beforehand. Sometimes, Derrick could sound just like that. He’d say something and raise his eyebrows with a smile like he was expecting a big reaction. He wouldn’t move past it until I gave some acknowledgment that yes, I did “get” the implication. I never realized how much that annoyed me until now. What do you want, a round of applause?

“God dammit!” Trent threw down the knife. “God damn roast is tough, Deb. What about ‘low and slow’ don’t you understand?”

“Well, there was a lot of meat, dear. If you just fixed the grill this summer–”

“Oh, don’t go bringing that up.”

“Men.” Deb tutted. “Nothing is ever their fault. You know what I’m talking about, Lexi. Us women take the blame for all their stupid mistakes. But that’s life. Cleaning up our men’s messes without complaint.” Deb smiled conspiratorily at me, and I smiled back, even though I didn’t relate to or agree with the sentiment. The front door was just down the hall behind Deb, just a few square meters of grey carpet and beige walls smattered with tacky and vaguely threatening Hobby Lobby signage (Grandma’s Shit List: Don’t Say Shit, Don’t Do Shit, Don’t Expect Shit! and House Rules: ACT RIGHT or get a trip to the woodshed!).  I kept glancing at it, measuring the distance in my mind, wondering if I could run fast enough to get to my car before one of Derrick’s parents caught up to me. Or drew a weapon. 

Another buzz in my pocket.

I love you, Derrick had texted me. I could see him out the corner of my eye trying to make eye contact with me and shoot me his own conspiratorial smile, but I did not look at him. Trent slapped a pile of rubbery grey meat on a plate and passed it to me. 

“Breast or thigh?” He joked without smiling. I took the plate. The meat was wet, as if it had been boiled, and the thin ring of white fat and skin around the edge jiggled as it separated from the muscle. I thought I could still see blonde arm hair on the skin. 

Derrick took his plate of grey meat from his dad. As Deb took hers, Derrick leaned over to me and whispered in my ear,

“Don’t forget to say thank you.”

“Thanks, Deb,” I said. 

“And my dad?”

Deb passed a basket of white grocery store rolls around. There was a low white ramekin of canned cranberry sauce on the table, and a big blue bowl of salad with russian dressing. There was an extremely mushy and condensed soup-forward green bean casserole. In an effort to make a good impression, I had brought candied sweet potatoes. 

I took a generous helping of the salad, which was somehow also very wet. The russian dressing water from the lettuce pooled with the unthinkable and loathsome juices of the grey flesh at the bottom of the plate. I also took a generous helping of the sweet potatoes. No one else did, though. 

“Let’s wait until we say grace,” Deb said through her smiling teeth, watching me take a deep swig of my wine. “Thirsty, aren’t we?” She chirped. She poured me some more wine, filling it almost to the brim this time. I think she meant this as an insult, but I was going to do that myself anyway, so the joke was on her. “Would you like to lead the prayer, Lexi?”

“Uh… I don’t really know what to say,” I said. 

“Just say what’s in your heart.”

“Um.” I cleared my throat. I looked to Derrick. He nodded encouragingly at me, a sign he wasn’t going to step in and rescue me. “Thank you, God, for bringing us all together, here.” Deb and Trent both bowed their heads and touched their palms. Derrick followed suit. “I’m so glad I got to meet Derrick’s lovely parents. Thank you for this amazing… meal.” I felt the wine come back up into my mouth a little bit and had to gag it back down. “We’re all grateful to be here, rather than anywhere else. Uh. Amen.”

Derrick wasn’t religious, as far as I knew. But he gave a reverent nod before he opened his eyes and picked up his knife and fork. 

“That was a beautiful prayer,” Deb said. She sniffled. “You picked a good one, sweetie. Don’t let her go.”

“No thank-you for carving your dinner. I see how it is,” Trent mumbled. 

I watched Derrick take a small mouthful of meat. It was sinewy, and had come from the hand. He chewed and chewed. I’d never been less attracted to him. 

My family ate Thanksgiving dinner in the early afternoon. Sometimes my grandparents were there, sometimes my dad’s brother and his kids, sometimes family friends would come. My candied sweet potatoes always killed. Not a spoonful left by the end. But the thing was that we all liked each other. My mom would get a little tipsy and tell crazy college party stories, my dad would burn the pecan pie and laugh so hard he cried, and then we’d laugh so hard we cried, and then we’d watch movies and laugh some more. 

“So, what is it you do for a living?” Deb asked, chewing on her roast. Her teeth scraped the fork as she pulled it off.

“I’m a personal assistant at a pet magazine.”

“Oh, that’s adorable,” Deb laughed. I smiled a little bit. 

“It’s harder than it sounds. You know The Devil Wears Prada?” I asked.

“...No,” Deb said.

“You like Prada?” Trent asked through an open mouth of food.

“No, but, basically, I do what Anne Hathaway does, except for with dog clothes. But if you haven’t seen it, nevermind.”

“We don’t like the Devil in this house,” Trent said.

“It’s not a literal Devil. It’s Meryl streep–”

“Let’s not keep talking about this. It’s Thanksgiving,” Deb snapped.

Buzz.

My mom loves you, you’re doing great.

“You know,” I said, swallowing a bite of sweet potatoes, which I made very sure hadn’t touched the grey meat or any of its accumulated juices, “these candied sweet potatoes are made with real maple syrup and brown butter. I toasted the pecans myself and sugared them with homemade maple caramel.”

After a long silence, Trent wiped his mouth and replied,

“I don’t like real maple.”

“It’s too strong,” Derrick agreed.

“We already have a dessert,” Deb said.

“Regular mashed potatoes are better.” Trent said. “And they’re traditional.”

“To each their own,” I said politely. I poured myself another glass of wine. Honestly, I hoped they did kill me. Anything to end this dinner sooner. 

There was a loud, faraway noise from below us. A pounding, a rattling, and then a long, low wail. Derrick put his head back in his hands.

“Mom.”

“That’ll be our JW.”

“He’s alive.”

“You know how hard it is to break down a whole carcass, son?” Trent spat. “Nobody’s got the time for that. Not when you find out you gotta make a thanksgiving dinner for two extra people last-minute the day before. Now get your elbows off the damn table.” Then, in a moment of brilliance, he added, “Only one set of elbows on this table tonight, and they’re well-done.” He grinned and looked at me for a reaction again. “What, you got nothing to say?” 

“I don’t know what you want me to say,” I said. 

“Say what’s on your mind,” Trent responded.

“Okay. Well… candied sweet potatoes aren’t a dessert,” I said. “They’re a side. But I don’t want to start an argument.”

“You’ve wanted to start an argument since you got here,” Trent said. “Don’t think we can’t see you think you’re better than us. College-educated girl, women’s studies, you probably got all kinds of opinions.”

“I think you want to start an argument,” I said. 

Derrick groaned beside me. 

“See? Knew you think you’re smart.”

The man in the basement let out another agonized wail. 

“It was journalism, not women’s studies,” I said. 

“Like it matters. This day and age, you tell me what the difference is. It’s all women’s studies, gender studies these days.” Trent huffed. He chewed as he talked, and I could hear the fat squeak between his teeth as the prisoner downstairs built up the energy for another scream. 

“When I was a girl, I took a women’s studies course in college,” Deb piped up, attempting to smooth down the hostile tone of the conversation by pretending she couldn’t sense it. “Back then, there were still ladies who would go out and burn their bras in a big fire. I understood feminism when it was about equal rights, but I look around today and– well, hasn’t it gotten out of hand? You know how it is, Lexi– you’re a pretty girl, you don’t shave your head or pierce your eyebrows or anything like that. Do you?”

The Jehovah’s Witness wailed in the basement and rattled his chains. 

“Would you shut him up?” Trent snapped at Derrick. 

“Me?!” Derrick said. “Dad.” He gestured at me. Like that would sway anyone here. Trent’s big lumpy face was stony as a gargoyle’s as he gestured at his walker. He wouldn’t be able to go down stairs with his bad hip.

“I’ll do it,” Deb said. “It’s my mess, I’ll clean it up.” She stood up and pushed in her squeaky beige chair.

“No, mom,” Derrick said. “I’ll do it.” He looked at me, then looked away quickly, towards the grey carpet. “I’ll, uh–” Derrick grabbed the carving knife from the roast and wiped it on his napkin. Then he headed towards the pantry door.

“That’s my boy,” Trent shouted, without any real pride. “Sure hope you’re loyal to him, Lexi,” Trent said to me once he was arguably out of earshot. “Most women these days–”

“I’ll go with him,” I said as I stood, almost knocking a fork off the table. I hurried after my boyfriend through the dingey, grey-tiled kitchen (past a hanging wood sign which read In This House We Believe: No Cryin’, No Whinin’, No Back-Talkin’!) and catching him before the secret door behind the rack of very expired dry goods swung shut. 

“Lexi–” Derrick said, four steps down the creaky wooden staircase. The man’s screams were louder and more frantic now. “I’m so sorry about all this.”

“Is this normal for your family?” 

“No– I mean, the ritual cannibalism is just a Thanksgiving thing, I promise. And my mom said she wasn’t going to do it this year. I thought it would be fine.” Derrick smiled wanly. I didn’t like the way that smile looked on his face. Honestly, I didn’t like his face very much anymore. I could see his dad’s meaty forehead and his mom’s thin nose. I could see Deb’s wide cheekbones and Trent’s lipless mouth. 

“You don’t have to do what they say,” I said.

“It’s– not that big of a deal,” Derrick replied. “It’s just family stuff. You know?”

I didn’t. 

“Derrick,” I said. “I don’t like your family.”

Derrick looked hurt.

“I know this is a lot,” he said. “And my dad is being an asshole. But… you don’t choose your family.”

“I mean… why not?” I said, following him as he carried the knife down the stairs. 

“What’s the alternative?” Derrick said. “I turn my back on my mom and dad? No. Never. I believe in loyalty, Lexi. Even when people aren’t perfect. Even when I don’t agree with them. I don’t agree with you all the time, but we’re still together.”

“Well, don’t expect me to come to any future McCabe Thanksgivings,” I said.

“I understand why you’d feel that way after today, but… you might change your mind when they’re your family, too.” Derrick stopped at the bottom of the stairs. He looked up at me with his big, dopey eyes.

“Derrick–” 

“Lexi, this isn’t how I wanted to do this. But you’ve seen the worst of my family secrets, and you’re still by my side. So will you stay by my side?”

Derrick was doing that thing again, that Trent thing, where he said a line and waited for my reaction. 

“Let’s just get out of here,” I said.

“Will you stay by my side?” He repeated like maybe he thought I hadn’t heard. “For the rest of our lives?”

“I just want to go.”

“I’m asking you to marry me.”

“I have ears, Derrick,” I snapped. It was the first time I’d ever snapped at him. I never snapped at anyone. Especially not him. 

His expression didn’t move an inch. He was smiling, for some reason, like this was the happiest day of his life.

“Then say yes,” he said.

“No, I don’t want to marry you,” I said. 

“Because this is where I come from?” He swallowed, shaking.

“No. Because this is who you’re choosing to be.” I replied. 

Derrick hung his head. The knife drooped to his knee.

“Things aren’t that black and white, Lexi.”

I clapped my hands over my ears as another shriek boomed through the basement, close now.

Derrick sighed.

“Fuck,” he said. He hurried into the basement proper, and I followed him. Again, I didn’t scream. 

What was left of the man was chained by the ankles to the wall. He crawled like a caterpillar, the stumps where his arms used to start on his torso haphazardly bandaged with paper towels and medical tape. His face was a pulp, his body bruised. He was naked. An overturned bucket leaked into the drain in the floor. He looked up at Derrick and I with wide, white eyes.

“Help me!” He screamed. “Get me out of here! Oh, Lord, please get me out of here!”

“Sorry, man,” Derrick said, stooping over the prisoner. His knee fell onto the man’s back, pinning him in place. He raised the knife. “Thanksgiving with the family. You know how it is.”

“Derrick,” I said. He looked up at me a second too late to see the bread knife flash under his chin. By the time he did, it was lodged all the way through his neck. His face was stunned, betrayed. I felt bad.

I pulled the knife out, followed by a torrent of blood. Down it went, towards the floor drain. 

Derrick dropped down to both knees. He clutched his neck. He didn’t scream. 

“Don’t make a sound,” I said to the armless, naked prisoner, who had been screaming a lot until then. He’d rolled away to the side as soon as Derrick’s weight was off of him. “If you stay quiet, we’ll be out of here in time to finish Thanksgiving with our own families.”

The man spat bloody drool.

“J-jehovah’s Witnesses don’t celebrate Thanksgiving,” he managed. 

“Yeah…” I said. “I think you’re onto something with that.”

Derrick twitched and gurgled. Then, finally, he stopped. 

I imagined my own family at home, topping off the evening with hot toddies and bad cable tv Christmas movies. 

“Lexi, Derrick,” Deb called from upstairs. “We’re cutting into the pie! Hurry up or your dad’ll eat it all before you get any. As soon as I find my knife!”

“I’ll help you!” I shouted up the stairs. 

My phone buzzed.

Miss you this year lex!! Happy Turkey Day!! Love, mom

I wiped blood from my thumb and texted her back.

Love you too.

I started up the stairs.

[teddy06writes]

Thanksgiving Special - Day One - Curtis Gang (Unit)

Platonic!Curtis Gang x gn!reader

Trigger Warnings: One (1) swear

Summary: Pre Curtis Parents death, a happy thanksgiving day spent goofing around with the gang before Mrs. Curtis calls everyone in for Thanksgiving dinner.

{Reader is around Two-Bit's age}

"Oh wow look at that one!"

"That one's new right?"

"No it's not you dope!"

"Quiet down I can't hear anything!"

"No one cares about the talking parts Ponyboy!"

You could hear the gang arguing before you had even properly made it up the porch steps. The Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade was already well under way, but you didn't really care that you had missed that start. In fact, most of the gang would feign the same thing if anyone else were to ask about it.

The house was already filled with the smell of something delicious, and Mrs. Curtis flashed you a bright smile as you entered the house, "Good moring (y/n)!"

"Mornin' Mrs. C! That smells incredible!"

She let out a chuckle, "Just wait till Darrell gets that turkey started!"

"(y/n) come 'ere!" Soda called from where everyone was gathered around the TV, "Pony just wants to listen to Betty White talk!"

"No I don't!"

You laughed, making your way over to the couch, and squeezing your way between Steve and Two-Bit, "Sure Pony, sure..."

"What the hell is that?" Dally demanded as a large green balloon rounded the street corner on the screen.

"Language!" Mr. Curtis called from where he sat at the kitchen table, mixing together basting for the turkey.

Dallas looked down at his lap, grumbling, "Sorry..."

"It's a Dinosaur, stupid." Johnny said, elbowing at him.

"I'm not stupid, stupid." He snapped, shoving back.

Before any larger fight could erupt, Mrs. Curtis appeared, "Who wants to help peel some potatoes?"

Immediately, Johnny's hand shot up, followed closely by yours. With a satisfied smile, she pulled two of the chairs away from the table, so that you could continue to watch the parade while you worked.

The two of you sat, working quietly and trading snarky comments about the others back and forth, too far removed and close to Mr. Curtis' ever watching eyes for any of them to retaliate.

"Say, Junior, can you go get the turkey? I pulled it out of the icebox this morning so it could defrost." Mr. Curtis called eventually.

Dutifully Darry got up to go help with the turkey.

Some time later, after the dinner prep had been finished, the parade ended, and both adults thoroughly tired of Two-Bit's loud off key christmas carols that had begun when Santa had appeared, Mrs. Curtis couldn't help but let out a groan.

"Boys, why don't you go out and play some football," Mr. Curtis said, "Maybe I'll even come out and join you when Mrs. C decides I'm no good at helping out anymore."

There was a cheer of excitement, and then you were all rushing to put on shoes and jackets as Darry went off to get his old football.

Later, Mrs. Curtis would call everyone inside to set the tables, and Mrs. Mathews would come down the street with her famous apple pie which would sit tantalizing everyone till it was time for dessert.

For now, you all raced out into the chilly air without a care in the world.

[fatherrussia-69]

「《Happy Birthday Father R and Updates!》」

Hey Hey! Sorry for the absences, if you've been keeping up with all the updates, you'll know that we've been pretty busy this year and haven't been able to write. o(*￣▽￣*)ブ Yeahhh, School's just been eating up me and Editor T's schedules. 😩🤧 We've tried finding a good schedule for Father R to write without him getting burnt out and for me and Henchman A to be available to edit, pre-read and add our authornotes, but it's been proving to be difficult. That's why we've just settled for the goal of getting at least 2-3 chapters posted per month. It's not as many as it used to be last year, but working on the weekends seem to be the only saving grace. (￣▽￣)" There's a break coming up for Thanksgiving, so we're going to double-timing that week to try and get things posted. I cannot assure anyone that we'll get a chapter posted, but we'll have definitely made progress. I've also made a bit of a routine when it comes to writing to avoid Writer's block, and I'm proud to say Chapter 61 of SSATW is about 78% ready for posting. RAD Chapter 4 is about 64% but that's only because I haven't figured out the skeletal structure of the chapter yet- ヾ(≧ ▽ ≦)ゝ Anyways, Now that Updates are out of the way, HAPPY FUCKING BIRTHDAY BIG GUY!!! 🥳🎉🎊🎂 Happy Birthday Father R, and thank you @thegenderfluidace for surprising him with this drawing this morning. Hearing him screech in joy was one wake to wake up. Sorry about that- But truthfully, Thank you so much Ace for the drawing!!! Your art is amazing, and whether or not you were able to finish the drawing doesn't ruin the surprise in the slightest. q(≧▽≦q) As per tradition, we went bowling on his birthday and God Damn- 😀💀 I got first place, which isn't surprising. Gutter, after Gutter, After Gutter- ...( ＿ ＿)ノ｜

Ask me how this man got outdone by the NPC (accidentally added another slot so we all just randomly rolled balls down the lane). 🤧🤣 I had a rebirth on my skill tree okay? (┬┬﹏┬┬) You only had 23 points. Everyone else was above 50- Couldn't be me. 🤪😘 Just wait till next year. o(一︿一+)o Anyways, we'll see you guys pretty soon, we have some questions in our Inbox and although the Q&A has long since ended, we will answer a few of them when we can! If you guys have any questions or just want to chat with us, don't be afraid to drop by our inbox and say hello! (´▽`ʃ♡ƪ) ALSO WE REACHED 108 FOLLOWERS ON TUMBLR!! YOU GUYS ARE ABSOLUTELY FUCKING AMAZING!!!! 😍🤩😖

[chloe-skywalker]

A Little Early? - Bucky Barnes

Bucky x Fem!Reader

Warnings: none

Word count: 250

Summary: Decorating a tree on thanksgiving with Bucky

Masterlist

Avengers Masterlist

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“Doll?” Bucky questioned calling out in confusion when he didn’t see her when he got up.

“In the living room.!” Y/n called out.

Bucky filled the sound of her voice and upon entering the living room he was shocked.

“What are you doing?” Bucky asked rubbing his eyes as he walks into the room getting ready to start the turkey before everyone would come over.

“Decorating for christmas.” Y/n smiles glancing back at him.

“Doll, it's thanksgiving.” Bucky let out an airy laugh.

“And?” Y/n scoffed not seeing his point. Y/n always went from halloween decorations straight to christmas ones, no point in putting up fall ones for less than a month. Halloween decorations up from September to a little after halloween that comes down then christmas goes up. From before thanksgiving to a little after new years.

“This couldn’t wait till tomorrow.” Bucky smiles at his girl. It was just like her to not be able to wait 24 hours. It was to close for her to wait.

“No.” Y/n states as she hung more garland up around their place.

“Why not?” Bucky asked, raising a brow in amusement.

“I got bored and I was to excited.” She turned to look at him sheepishly.

“I love you.” Bucky smiled adoringly at her as he approached her.

“I love you too. Now can you help me.” Y/n smiles back giving her puppy dog eyes and he gives in. But not before they shared a short kiss.

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[ultimate-shipper-blog]

Pt. 4

She's in the back of the car. Steve and Robin in the front seat and Dustin placed next to her. His eyes searing a hole in the side of her head. It's uncomfortably quiet.

"Wow this is weird right guys? I mean does anyone know what's going on? I sure don't hahaha. Though she did talk to me first so maybe I know more than you guys. So-"

"Rob. Enough ok?" Steve interrupts "let's wait till we get to Wheelers for the full interrogation"

The silence is back.

Dustin pokes a bony finger into her side.

"Ow! What was that for?"

"I don't know I was trying to see if you'd explode or something! We haven't dealt with this before!"

"Henderson stop it!"

"It's called the scientific method Steven! Ever heard of it?!?!"

"I swear to god I will turn this car around so fast-"

Lydia's giggles stop them in their track.

"Sorry it's just...nice to see..."

The car pulls into the driveway of the house she used to spend Thanksgivings in. Her parents would only come to Hawkins for holidays to see the rest of the party.

She sees a couple of cars she recognizes from old photos, a few cars, a beat up van.

She is led through the house with the other three surrounding her, maybe to stop her from running. When she starts the descend down the stairs to the basement she hears loud familiar chatter.

They're all there. Everyone. Way younger than she knows them but family all the same. They stare at her and all chatter stops.

"What the fuck?" Mike asks.

"Mike!"

"What!? It's weird! Was anyone else not expecting a person to come down the stairs? I mean did anyone take Steve's code red of 'help woman in wedding dress ran away from me' seriously I mean it's Steve It's not like he has the best luck with women." He says in a monotone voice.

This starts a new wave of arguments either defending or agreeing with the statement.

"That's enough!" Nancy shouts. She points at Lydia, "sit!"

Lydia sits down as fast as she can. Nancy's tone familiar to her through all the years she helped raise her.

"Explain." She looks dangerous. Lydia knows she keeps weapons around. She hopes she doesn't have to see them through first hand experience.

"I can't. I don't know what I'm allowed to say...I've seen too many movies."

"What does that mean?" Will's voice chimes in from the side.

"I was taken away from my family," she starts to tear up again. "God I can't stop crying today can't I haha" she shows them a watery smile. "I believe I was sent here to prevent a tragedy from occurring and to help you finally defeat Vecna."

A gasp is heard ringing around the room. More yelling happens and she starts to disassociate.

"Hey," a soft voice rings out. She comes back to the present to be face to face with the eyes she's longed to see the most. Eddie has a hand on her shoulder, in his other hand he has a pile of clothes.

"I thought you might want to change out of that dress yeah? I stopped at home and grabbed some of my old clothes. Super worn in super comfy." She chokes back a sob. "I don't know what that reaction was for earlier and I couldn't imagine what you've been through so I thought this could be like a peace offering."

She sends a smile his way and nods.

"I'll go change," she heads up the stairs without being told where to go and comes back down in a band tee and some old sweatpants. Her guitar pick necklace is visible and she feels at home.

She heads back down and stops before she's fully visible listening to their gossip.

"I'm just saying it's weird she knew where to go."

"What like she's been spying on us and decided to memorize the floorplan of the house? You're so stupid."

"She told me she was from the future."

"Right and we're just gonna believe her?"

She clears her throat. All the attention being brought back to her. Eddie gives her a smile.

"You put her in those? She looks like you." Steve says judgement clear in his tone.

"It's not my fault you don't know fashion Harrington."

"Yeah Harrington," Lydia repeats back. Grin wide on her face. "This is peak fashion."

"While I'm loving this bonding," Robin interrupts. "Can we actual start discussing now? I feel like my bones are gonna pop out of my skin soon."

"Ok!" Lydia claps her hands together. "Where to begin."

She fills them on everything that's happened since she landed on the couch fielding questions here and there.

"So you were at your wedding?" She gets a little sad at this question.

"Yeah I wonder if they even know I'm missing. I wonder if times stopped. If they're looking for me. God I miss him."

Dustin has a confused frown on his face. "Well you came to us...so are we in your future?"

She smiles at that, "if I'm able to tell you. Yeah most of you are."

His frown turns into a wide grin, "oh my god are you marrying one of us?! You asked for steve right after you came here that must be it! I can finally stop pushing you towards Robin since it obviously worked!"

She gags. She can't help it.

"I'm sorry that's just so ridiculous." She's giggling now. Steve sends her a confused look back but shrugs his shoulders in understanding.

"I feel the same way, it's like since I met you I felt like I had to protect you, like you were one of the kids."

She grins brightly at him. "Thank you, I take that as an honor."

She continues filling them in on everything she knows about the Upside Down. Everything she remembers hearing about their plan and everything that went wrong. There's one detail she's leaving out.

"You feel like us," Eleven states. She looks around at everyone else. "She feels like the party."

Lydia looks at El in fear. Scared she'll say what she's so desperate for them not to find out. "Do you know?"

"I will have to take a closer look."

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They're sitting in the middle of the room together, everyone else scattered in a circle surrounding them.

"Ok, think of your past."

Lydia is plunged into a darkness she's never experienced before. The floor has water all over it. She doesn't like it. She turns around in search of El.

"I see it. I see what you are hiding. It will be ok."

She's brought back to the present.

"I know how to defeat Henry."

Lydia is filled with a sense of dread. If it all goes wrong she can't live through it again.

"In 1990 I am born." She starts off with. "In 1995 Vecna strikes again. I'm from 2015."

"Wait," Dustin interrupts. "So we beat him? We win?. Then what are we fixing?"

She turns pale.

"You are my family...you all had a hand in raising me. There are...casualties in this battle." She chokes a little on the last word.

The room gets silent.

"Right." Nancy is the first to speak. "Well that won't happen this time." Her tone is serious. "Let's make a plan."

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Lydia is placed in Nancy's room while the others discuss what they could change. She's sitting on her bed flipping through whatever book is closest to her when there's a knock on the door.

"Come in" she says quietly.

Eddie sneaks in, it's the quietest she's seen him in a long time.

"It's me right?" His eyes look doubtful. "That's why you can't look at me, you're seeing a ghost."

"I-I can't say anything you know that."

"Well that answers my question-"

"No you don't understand! I care about you too much to mess anything up! I don't understand the butterfly effect at all!"

"Why!" He's screaming now. "Why do you care about me!?!!!"

"I can't"

"Tell me!"

"Because you're my father Eddie!" She says it like it's bitter in her mouth. "Are you happy now? I probably just sealed everyone's doom. I'm going for a walk." She storms past him, unable to see his pale shocked face.

She walks right into a body.

"Woah hey," Steve is holding onto her shoulders. "What's going on where are you going?"

"I'm going for a walk."

"Not by yourself you're not."

"Why you don't trust me not to run away again!" She's yelling now.

"What? I just- we don't even know you."

She huffs at that. "Exactly, you don't know me and you don't trust me. So let me go!"

Whatever frozen state Eddie was in seems to have worn off.

"Lydia!" He screams, getting closer to her. "Wait!"

"Ok you want to go with me go with me just get me out of here." She grips Steve's arm and pulls him out the door.

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AN: Yay father daughter bonding next chapter!!!!! Fun fact: my dad and I only got to bond while taking neighborhood walks or sitting in cars together.

Who says I can't post two chapters in one day! I had a lot of ideas 😇😈

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[garrettandoscarsgirlblog]

Thought y'all might want a preview of my thanksgiving fic with Breezy and Mitch. So... Here it is! Y'all enjoy!

Noticed the others yackin about the upcoming holiday. Me? Not saying too much. Sure I want to be home with my brothers,and family. Mitch noticed my mood right away. Placed his notebook on the counter,” I know my baby. I know. How about we get out of here? Ya know where we can be alone. Make your sadness disappear. Ya know what that means “ Lean against his warm, and musky body. Arms around his waist. I know what the thing is. Making love nice and slow in the cottage I used to live before moving in with Mitch. Feel his hands rubbing my lower back. Getting that wet feeling between my legs. Whisper,” Not hear cowboy. Can't have an audience ya know. Can slip out through the sunroom. Now it's the cold room. “ Mitch chuckles as he takes my hand as we sneak out,” Love the way ya think darlin one. Reason why we're so good for each other.” 

Ride home was slow as usual. Night sky was full of stars,and fear of hitting anything,or anyone was on his mind. Lean against his shoulder,” Been thinking. Now the threat is on the down low. We can go on a trip for the holiday. Don't ask me where,but want to relax . Ya know, start a new tradition for you and I. Any place that comes to mind?* Mitch is silent for a moment. Either he's thinking,or he wasn't listening. Till he spoke in his usual tone when he tries to explain something to me* Good idea. Know where. Can't tell ya right yet. Want it to be a surprise. Also to be a special moment for us. When have we ever gone on a trip together? Meaning out of state. Sure we went Okc. Few times. Thought … we could go to Texas? Big state I know there's a town ya always wanted to go? “ Yeah Texas is nice. Since the weather is getting colder. Thought about one place.  Squeezes his hand as I nod off,” Florida cowboy. Love to go there. Oh wait! Hurricane season. Maybe…New Orleans? Since I was born there “ Heard him sigh as we pull up to the house. Feel the chill in the air as he carries me inside. Sound of the TV fills the room. Bigfoot wakes up from his slumber,” Sorry cuz. Home early? That's good. Sorry for leavin early. Not feeling well guess somethin I ate.” Kisses my forehead as he heads upstairs,” Translation? Ate too much. Night pard. “ 

Woke up to something familiar. Warm blankets,and soft breathing sounds. Look at the clock to see what time it was. Almost 4am? Really? Feel the soft fabric from my nightshirt. No panties? Okay… Mitch ya sly dog! Lay my head down again. Hand roaming abit. He hates the cold. Always has reason for three blankets on the bed. Reached for his sweat waistband warmth from his thighs felt good. Grazed his balls by accident. Not really. See how long he would open his blue eyes. Stroking his long length ever so slowly as my eyes close again. Moment later feel warm hand between my legs. Try not to make any sudden noises ,but God! Be strong girl! Enjoy it! Heard him groan,” Ya started it darlin. Gonna finish it! Reason why I forgot to put panties on ya. Always prepared darlin. Besides, we didn't get to have our intimate moment last night. So… since ya started to pleasure me?? Hmmm.. how about I start as well. “ That's what we did. Removed our clothes . He hovers over me. Practically smiling. Ready for what's going on. Bed squeaks as with each movement. Suddenly I heard banging sounds coming from the door. Oops! We woke Mike up again!  More moments like this. Because we're going on vacation! 

The boys ,and even Dwight, were surprised about our destination choice.Him and Goodie heading to New York , Bhodie and the others going to their families. Tyson would be with his. Reason why the bar would be closed. Till Dwight said for the rest of us to be young. Have fun. Oh my man and I will! 

Mitch thought should fly. Then rent a nice jeep. Like that idea. Ready to relax. See the sites,and ohh that Cajun food! Showing him around since I lived there for a while. Packed light ,and while he packed his guitar. Knowing he might have some kind of inspiration there. Me as well. Want to relearn the guitar again. Haven't played since I was younger. Good ole days till that horrible experience happened. Days I get flashbacks. Caused by certain sounds. Okay girl stop it! Not now! Don't go there! 

Arrived at New Orleans by late afternoon. Received our rental. On our way to Lake Pontchartrain. Nice lake house near the water. My kind of place. Quiet to relax in the evening. Touring during the day. Also not knowing a soul . So I thought. Entered this nice place to eat. Listen to some music. Till I heard a familiar voice,” Well lookie here y'all ! My baby sister in da flesh! “ Benny! Wtf! 

@dameronscopilot @musings-of-a-rose @marmie-noir @watermeezer

[asshlyyyy]

Thanksgiving

Fic Warnings: There are no warnings from what I know. Reader and Elvis do have a baby. Davada is mentioned for a bit, but this is just wholesome content. There may be spelling and grammatical errors. Author's note at the end.

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Thanksgiving. A day to get together with family. Yet, it is also a very stressful day for the cook. Which so happened to be you. Typically you had Thanksgiving at your parent's house, yet for some stupid reason, you spoke up and took the chef’s hat. You didn’t know the first thing about how to cook a turkey! Thank god they made Thanksgiving cookbooks because lord knows you would’ve messed up big time.

Your eyes fluttered open gently as you felt your body forcing you to wake up. You scrunched yourself up as you reached over for your husband. You let out a hum as his body turned over. You looked up at his face, your eyes still adjusting to waking up. The sunshine was slowly creeping past the blackout curtains. The sounds of birds chirping filled the air gently. 

“Mmm, mornin’,” Elvis spoke groggily, still trying to wake up himself. 

“Morning,” you responded back softly. These were your moments of silence before you two would be forced awake to tend to your son. “I have to get up, I have to start prepping dinner.”

“Already?” Elvis asked confused as he brought his thumb up to your cheek, caressing it gently. 

“Well, I have to do breakfast first. Then I think I read that the turkey can take anywhere between… two up to six hours.” You explained to him.

“That’s a long time…”

“It just depends on how many pounds it is,” you explained as you tried to pull yourself away. 

“Mm, come back,” he hit you with that thick, raspy, southern accent. You hummed at the sound as he pulled you back to him. 

“I have to get ready,” you said as you looked into his blue orbs.

“And I think we should stay in bed a bit longer,” he mumbled as he pressed his lips against your neck, leaving soft kisses behind.

“We have a son to tend to,” you hummed as you lifted your chin, giving him more room.

“In a second,” he muttered and ran his hands up your shirt, grasping the two soft breasts. You let out a light moan and closed your eyes gently. You didn’t know what got Elvis in a touchy mood, but you weren’t complaining. Then again, you had to start prepping for Thanksgiving… You didn’t want to flop and no one wants to come to yours ever again. 

“Elvis,” you whispered. He hummed and pulled away knowing if he didn’t stop you would yell at him. 

“Alright alright,” he pressed a kiss to your lips. You returned the kiss happily and got up. You made your way into the closet, just as Elvis got up to check on your son. 

You had him when you two first got into a relationship. He was an accident, yes, but you both love him so much than that. Elvis was a little reluctant at first, not really knowing if he could handle kids. Yet, he turned out to be one of the best fathers ever. You both were scared honestly. 

You were only twenty-one at the time, Elvis was twenty-seven. You’ve known him for a couple of months before you two got together, but… for some reason you got pregnant, no matter how many times you two did it, you didn’t get pregnant till you were together. Weird how the world works out sometimes. 

As you came out of the shower you wrapped yourself up in a towel to dry off. You walked over to the sink and did some light skincare before going and drying off completely. You slipped into your robe and went over to your vanity to get ready. 

“There he is,” Elvis smiled as his son finally opened his eyes up. Your son responded by rubbing his eyes, confused as to why his father was waiting for him to wake up. “Mornin’ bub.”

“Hai,” Theo responded still tired from waking up. Elvis reached down for him and picked him up. 

“Do you know what today is?” Elvis questioned as he walked over to the closet, Theo’s hands tightly holding onto the robe Elvis threw on. 

“No,” he responded with a soft voice and a shake of his head.

“It’s Thanksgiving,” Elvis said as he made his way downstairs. 

“Wot danktdiving?” Theo asked confused as he picked his head up to look at his father. This was only going to be his second Thanksgiving, and even so, you knew Thanksgiving was gonna have to be explained for many more years to come. 

“It is a time when families gather together and feast upon a big feast while giving thanks for things we are thankful for,” Elvis explained, though he doubted Theodore picked up on any of that. 

“Wot you dankful for?” The young boy curiously asked. 

“Your mama,” Elvis answered in a heartbeat as he pulled out the milk. “Yourself,” Elis smiled as he tickled Theodore’s belly. Theo responded with a fit of giggles. He was surely awake now. 

Elvis placed Theodore on the counter and turned the sink on to warm water, just to warm up the milk a bit. “My family, your mama’s family. Ma fans, I’m thankful for a lot.” Elvis continued down his list.

“Mama!” Theodore explained. 

“Yes, I am thankful for her,” Elvis responded and handed him the milk bottle. Theo took it in his hands and started to drink out of the straw. You two always prepared a bottle of milk for him so you wouldn’t have to worry about prepping it in the morning. 

Elvis walked over to the coffee maker and started to get the coffee ready. He knew you both were gonna need a lot of coffee to make it through the day. He looked over at Theo to make sure everything was okay with him. As he did he noticed you coming down the stairs. Dressed all beautifully in Thanksgiving colors. 

“What?” You asked confused as you noticed two sets of blue eyes on you. “Is my makeup smudged?” You asked as you walked over to Theo and pressed your lips on the top of his head.

“You look beautiful,” Elvis admitted. You always looked beautiful in his eyes. No matter what you looked like or what you wore. He found you beautiful. 

“Thank you,” you responded with a smile and walked over to him. “You should get dressed.” You said as you smoothed out his silk robe.

“But-”

“No buts, now go on,” you whispered and pressed up on your toes and pressed your lips against his for a short kiss. Elvis hummed against your lips happily and placed his hand on your hips. Once the two of you pulled away he gave your hip a squeeze and made his way up the stairs. 

“Who’s ready for breakfast?!” You clapped your hands together as you went over to Theo, who had just finished his milk.

“Me!” He exclaimed with a smile. 

“Yeah? What do you want?” You questioned him with a smile. 

“Um…” Theodore started to think about what he wanted. 

“Do you want… pancakes?” You questioned. Theo responded with a shake of his head. “Oatmeal?” Another shake. “Eggs and bacon?”

“Wes!” He exclaimed happily. You smiled and picked him up from his spot on the counter, dragged over his high chair, and placed him in it. 

You went over to the fridge and pulled out the things you needed. Eggs, bacon, sausage, butter, jelly, hashbrowns, etc. You grabbed out a big bowl and started to make breakfast. You hummed lightly and worked elegantly around the kitchen. 

Elvis came down after he finished getting ready and opened the fridge. He pulled out glasses from the cabinet and started to fill them up. In the background, Theo was babbling about a story. “Yeah?” Elvis urged him to go on. You smiled looking over at him. “No way,” Elvis turned to look at him shocked. Theo giggled and nodded at his father. 

You two enjoyed breakfast and you cleaned up the kitchen while Elvis got Theodore ready for the day. You prepped the turkey and got Elvis to put it in the oven. You had some time to relax before you had to slave away in the kitchen. Elvis offered many times to help, but to be honest… Elvis in the kitchen can be a bit too much sometimes. He was best playing with your son.

The sound of the doorbell filled your ears as you worked on mashing the potatoes together. “Elvis! Hun! Can you get that!” You called out to him. You knew he was right in the family room next to the door, but it couldn’t hurt. 

Elvis stood up from the pile of toys he was in and made his way over to the door. He pulled it open and was greeted by your family. Both your parents and your younger brother. “Hey,” Elvis said with a smile and moved out of the way. “Please come in.”

Your parents both thanked the tall gentleman and walked in. As they did they started to take their coats off which Elvis offered to take. It didn’t take long until your mother made her way over to your perfect baby boy. Your father on the other hand made his way into the kitchen. They always say that a way to a man’s heart is through food. 

“There’s my hardworking daughter,”

“Hi Dad,” you smiled as you plugged the hand mixer in. “Mama with, Theo?” You questioned as you turned to look at him.

“You know it,” he chuckled lightly, “it smells amazing.” He complimented. You smiled softly as the words fell into your heart. Elvis was saying it all day, but to hear it from an outsider's opinion who wasn’t surrounded by the smell all day… it meant something more. 

“Thank you, Dad, it means a lot. I was actually nervous… but… we just took the turkey out and… it looks really good.” You didn’t want to speak too well on the subject just in case things would fall apart. 

“I’m sure everything will come together.” He smiled, and with that, he left you to finish up. There were just a few last things that needed to be put together before it could be eaten. Not to mention you were still waiting on a very important someone. 

“Oh my gosh, he’s just growing so big.” Your mother gushed at the two-year-old.

“He really is,” Elvis nodded in agreement. He felt bad for not helping you in the kitchen, but someone had to watch Theodore. He did help with the turkey though so maybe it wasn’t a total loss. He just didn’t want you to feel like you were a housewife, even though you were. He didn’t want to make you feel like you had to be one. 

Even if it was your idea to host Thanksgiving. Truth be told, you’ve been wanting to host for a while now, but Theo was one last year… then he was still just a newborn, and then you were pregnant. So the last three Thanksgivings weren’t a possibility. This was your time to shine, and you really wanted to make it perfect so that you could host again. 

It didn’t take long until the doorbell went off again. Elvis excused himself from your mother’s conversation and answered the door. His face dropped, and he swore his eye started to twitch. What was she doing here? Was all he could think of. He remembers specifically himself, and you, telling his dad HE was invited, not HER.

“Elvis,” Vernon said with a smile as he held a disclosed box in his hands. A favor you called in.

“Hi Daddy,” Elvis responded, but his eyes stayed on the fake Barbie standing in front of him. “What are you doing here, Davada?”

“Please, I’ve told you plenty of times it’s Dee, Elvis.” She laughed obnoxiously. He wanted to rip his ears off. They hadn’t even planned for her to show up, let alone with her three sons. 

“I hate to do this, but my wife simply hasn’t planned on this many people. We only planned for seven people.”

“You and Y/n finally got married?” Davada looked at him confused, ignoring that he was basically denying her entry. 

“Still engaged, but that’s none of your business. As I said, we simply don’t have the room or food to serve any more people.”

“Son,” Vernon put on a stern voice. 

“Daddy, I invited you. Y/n invited you. We planned for seven guests, not ten.” Elvis responded. You came out from the kitchen when you first heard her name, you only just came around the corner once you knew nothing was going to burn.

“Vernon,” you spoke with a small voice and a smile.

“There’s my daughter-in-law,” Vernon said with a smile as you welcomed him in with a side hug. “I got that cake you wanted,” he whispered in your ear. Your smile widened as you took the box out of his hands.

“You clean up very nicely, Y/n,” Davada broke you out of your calm thoughts. You let out a hum and turned towards her. 

“Hi Davada,” you spoke, refusing to use her nickname, “I’m sure Elvis has already told you, but there’s nearly not enough food.”

“Oh please, there’s always leftovers.” She tried to push herself in but Elvis stood his ground. There was one thing he wasn’t a fan of… strangers in his house. While she may have not been a stranger, he certainly didn’t like her. 

“Well, I planned according. There may be a few things left over, but not a lot. I do greatly apologize, but we had only seven people in mind for a month now at this point. I hope you do understand.” You responded to her. Elvis knew you meant business when you got fancy. You were always one to try and keep your cool, especially when your son was able to see you. 

“Well, I- Vernon,” she turned towards the older man for help. Vernon didn’t want to leave his family on Thanksgiving, but he also didn’t want to leave his wife and stepsons. 

“I’m sorry, maybe I’ll sneak you a slice of dessert.” Vernon frowned at his wife. Elvis felt a sense of happiness. He was honestly worried his father would either force her stay or leave with her. Shocked by Vernon’s response, Davada left upset. Elvis closed the door behind her and offered to take his father's coat. 

You made your way back to the kitchen and placed the cake in the fridge for safekeeping. At this point, everything was just about finished. You just had to wait for the buns to finish warming up. Elvis had already cut the turkey up… so all you really had to do was make your son’s plate. 

You picked up the plate that had divides in it and started to place the foods you knew he would eat. The turkey, mashed potatoes, corn, beans, and a little bit of gravy. You weren’t sure if he was going to eat the stuffing or cranberries but you put a little on the plate just in case. 

You heard the ding of the oven and placed the plate down. You walked over to the oven and opened the door and pulled out the buns, after putting on a pair of oven-safe gloves. You pulled out the buns and placed them over on the counter. You picked up your son's plate and brought it over to the dining room and placed it down on the high chair table. 

You made your way across the way and watched as your family played with your son. You smiled and walked over to Elvis where you wrapped your arm around his waist. Elvis wrapped his arm around your shoulders and placed a kiss on your head. 

“Dinner is ready,” you said softly as you looked up at him. 

“Yeah?” He rubbed your back gently. “I’m sure it’ll be amazing.” He reassured you and looked towards the group around your son. 

“Dinner is ready y’all, head to the kitchen and fill up,” Elvis announced. Everyone muttered words and got up. Your mother picked up Theodore and brought him over to you.

“I’m sure everything will taste amazing, Y/n,” she said as she handed Theo over to you. With your son now in your arms, you smiled at your mother. 

“I hope so,” you chuckled lightly and fixed Theo’s hair lightly. 

“It will be,” she smiled and walked past you to meet with the others in the kitchen.

“I already prepped his dish ahead of time so we don’t have to worry about that. Can you get the wine though?” You asked your fiancé. Elvis nodded in return and pecked your lips before going to do that. 

You walked over to the dining room and placed Theo in his high chair. “Now remember to use your fork and spoon okay? No hands,” you said to him as you showed him his silverware. More like plasticware but… same thing in the end. You and Elvis were still trying to train Theodore to use silverware, but he got confused about when he should and shouldn’t use them.

“Oday,” he responded and picked up the fork. You pressed a kiss upon his head and walked into the kitchen. 

“Everything looks and smells amazing,” your younger brother, Johnston, complimented. 

“Yeah, I can’t wait to dig in. You did amazing,” Your dad added. You felt your face heat up from the compliments. You never thought of yourself as the best cook, but being a stay-at-home mom taught you otherwise. 

“Thank you,” you smiled softly and walked over to the cabinet to grab the wine glasses out along with regular glasses to fill with water. 

Before you knew it, Elvis was back with the bottle of wine. He popped it open and poured it into the glasses you had prepared. He would fill two up, and you would take them out. Rinse and repeat until everyone had wine and water, and your son had juice. Then and only then did you and Elvis prepare your own plates. 

It didn’t take long until everyone was finished. Dinner was filled with laughs and stories, and some light tears from your son, but overall it was a very relaxed and happy dinner. 

“I hope everyone left room for dessert.” You spoke up once everyone had finished all their food. “It’s not your typical pie, though we do have some.”

“There’s always room for dessert,” your father spoke up, to which everyone laughed in response. You nodded at his response and stood up.

“Do you need help?” Elvis asked, to which you shook your head in response. You made your way into the kitchen and pulled out the box that you had Vernon bring. You brought it out to the dining room and placed it down. 

“Now I know that cakes are not typical on Thanksgiving… but this one comes with an announcement.” You explained as you opened the box up. In front of you was a round cake with a turkey made out of icing. It had four notable feathers. Each one with an initial. And Y/i for yourself, an E for Elvis, a T for Theodore, and then a question mark on the last one. 

Everyone looked at the cake confused, though it slowly clicked for each and every one of them. You turned your head over to Elvis, nervous for this reaction. You two have spoken about having more children before, just after you got married. Not to mention, things got difficult with his filming schedule. 

“You’re pregnant?” He spoke softly at first. You nodded softly answering his question, though, part of you knew he already knew the answer to that. Elvis stood up and walked over to you, wrapping his arms around you. “When?”

“I found out last week. I’m eight weeks,” you replied. Elvis smiled and leaned down kissing you gently. You hummed against his lips and kissed back before you two shortly pulled away. You looked over at your family who congratulated you on the news. 

“Do you know when they are due?” Your mother asked.

“They’ll be a summer baby, no current date as for their arrival though.” You answered as you eased into Elvis’ side. 

“I hope they’re a girl,” she smiled softly. 

“I hope so too, but I’ll be happy with a boy as well,” you commented as you looked over at your son. He was your light in darkness just as Elvis is. They were your boys, and they were everything you needed in life. 

Special Tags: @darlinboypresley @austinstyles

Author's Note: Hi, I know it's been about... two months since my last post I believe? Well, my last fic posted. I had this whole list of what I wanted to do, and obviously... this is not the winning fic. I have been writing for different things. A fic I'm writing for my girlfriend (which will be posted once completed, I'm at five parts right now) Then just other things on my own.

I first came up with this idea back in 2017 for a different person, but I wanted to bring it back for the holidays. Yes, I know I am a bit late- but... There is a part two, for my annual Christmas post. It will be posted on the 20th to leave room for a Christmas post. Anyways, I want to get back into this account and finish some series... (I'm looking at you Fairytale. All you have left is one post!) Then I want to focus on my Personal Nurse fic. Since the original brought so much people to my account.

I'll see you again on the 20th, maybe sooner. Just know that those who still come and are active on my account I really appreciate it. I appreciate each and every comment received. Along with reblogs. They mean a lot, and it means more people can enjoy this.

[matthew-gray-gubler-lover]

Thanksgiving With Matthew

A story that I wrote about Thanksgiving with Matthew Grey Gubler 

2844 words.

Pure fluff.

Thanksgiving is only three days away. Usually, Thanksgiving means having a catered meal and Matthew's entire family, meaning that the house is filled with laughter. Board games And Random dance party's. And memories That will last a lifetime. which is always wonderful because It's so nice to be a part of a family like Matthews.

 However, this year we're going for something a little different. We're going to make Thanksgiving ourselves and spend it alone, just the two of us. an attempt to make a Thanksgiving meal from scratch should be a lot of fun with Matthew, especially since I do know how to cook. 

I cook with my mom and we always made Thanksgiving together And knowing that my mom is but a phone call away whenever I need some help is a great Comfort Matthew and I start planning the list for everything that we're going to need to make our Thanksgiving dinner We're going to have it all Homemade rolls. Homemade pie and we're even going to make our very own Turkey for the first time.

Matthew and I are sitting at the little Table that's inside of our spacious kitchen. The sun shining through the large windows. Beaming off of the white cabinets and countertops. Matthew is pouring a cup of freshly brewed coffee as he wears his tan teddy bear sweater. 

He also pours me a cup into our matching mugs, 2 white mugs that say "thankful" on them. We both sit down at the table and begin writing a list of everything that we will need from the grocery store.

This is a lot of ingredients and we're not even done yet?" Matthew asks me. " Wow, I'm really going to have to give the caterers an even bigger tip next year"

" We haven't even made this Thanksgiving dinner yet, and you're already planning on having it catered again next year? but i really hope this doesn't end in disaster". I laugh as I am helping Matthew make out the list. 

"I mean, I know how to cook, but Turkey? My mom always took care of that, so I don't know. but i do know one thing Matthew, you are magical, and I know that you can make anything work so This will probably be the best Thanksgiving ever" i tell him before taking a sip of coffee.

Well, thank you for believing in me, honey. I believe in you too. And I think that this is going to be a really great experience. I don't think I've ever had a homemade Thanksgiving meal" Matthew tells me.

 "so this would be something You've never had a homemade Thanksgiving meal? Oh well, I am happy to be your first" 

"No, all of my Thanksgiving dinners were always catered" Matthew answers as he writes some more items on the list for when we go grocery shopping.

" All of my Thanksgivings were always homemade. Actually, I always had two Thanksgivings, one of my grandma's house and then one when we would come back home. So I had two Thanksgivings every year for 10 years till mom, dad and i just had our own thanksgiving"

" Wow, two Thanksgivings. That means double the pie. Pie is the best part of Thanksgiving, I think. I mean, I love the Turkey and the mashed potatoes, but pie? That's the best part" Matthew says with a chuckle.

The dining room behind us Lighting up with sunlight now as well, The large dining room with the long Table that's usually filled up now with plates and silverware along with platters waiting to be filled up with the catered food. This year the table is empty, and we are a little bit sad to see it, but also very excited about our first Thanksgiving with just the two of us.

We drive to the grocery store knowing it's going to be busy since it's only three days till Thanksgiving. But we have A lot of ingredients to get to make our first homemade Thanksgiving.

We go through the store, long list in hand, picking up everything that we will need to get from the grocery store. We are also going to stop off at the farmers market to get our produce.

We buy bags of flour and sugar. A can of pumpkin. Boxes of butter. Cream of mushroom soup for the green bean casserole. A can of yams. 2 bags of mini marshmallows because you can never have too many mini marshmallows. And of course, a Butterball Turkey Is added into the cart along with everything else that we will need to make our Thanksgiving Dinner.

After we leave the grocery store, we stop at the farmers market to pick up our Yukon Gold potatoes. Apples for the pie. Cherries for the pie. Green beans. And of course, Matthew can't help but find a little pumpkin to put on our table.

We head to the checkout, and I noticed that Matthew is suddenly missing when I hear him calling my name from behind me, running up with three gallons of apple cider.

" They only have 3 gallons left" I hear him say as he gets closer to me.

" Good Thing you're buying all three of them. It is seasonal, probably the last time you'll see it. Now everything is going to go to eggnog" i smile as he adds the three gallons to our cart.

As we get closer to the checkout, Matthew notices some pecans.

" Oh, pecan pie. We should make a pecan pie too" Matthew tells me, picking up a bag of the pecans.

He looked so happy, there's no way that I could possibly tell him no. So we add 2 bags of pecans to our cart of goodies.

On the way home, we have to stop off at the grocery store again to buy everything that we will need to make a pecan pie.

By the time we get back home, it's a little late. We make dinner together, eat, and then after a shower we get in our nice warm jammies since it is getting a bit cool out in the November Weather.

We snuggle up and watch a movie together until we both fall asleep almost at the same exact time.

When morning comes, we are still cuddled the same way we fell asleep. yet somehow when we walk into the kitchen there are two mugs of hot coffee and two cinnamon buns waiting for us.

"how did this get here" i asked looking at Mathew really wondering where they come from. "we woke up together" i said.

"it's magic" he told me with a wink.

we have a busy day ahead of us doing some pre-Thanksgiving prep Which is pretty much just taking that large dining room It's usually used for family and filling it up with all of the ingredients for the things that were going to be making. putting them in categories, the stuff that we can anyway All refrigerated items will stay in the refrigerator until it's time to use them. However, the items that are not Perishable like the flour, sugar, marshmallows, can of yams Will all be piled neatly on the table waiting for us to prepare the food.

After doing all of that, we decide to take a rest since we know that tomorrow is going to be a very busy day for us Morning comes, and Matthew puts on a pot of coffee, and we begin making our Thanksgiving dinner.

"We have a lot of work ahead of us today", Matthew says. as he ties on his apron that says "give thanks" On it, I didn't think that he could possibly look any cuter than he already did wearing his purple sweater but somehow, he always manages to be Cuter.

" Yes, we do. I don't know where we should get started" I said, looking around at all of the food that we have to make.

" Probably Turkey. I think that'll take the longest to do since we want to do a nice slow Roast and get it nice and brown" Matthew tells me as he turns to get the Turkey from our refrigerator.

" Oh yes, the Turkey ugh"

" What's the matter?" He asks, setting the Turkey down on our counter.

" Just I really don't want to have a touch of raw Turkey. I mean, it's just so gross. My mom always takes care of the Turkey, so I never actually had to touch it" I said with a slight shudder.

" Well then honey, I guess I will be taking care of the Turkey". Matthew says with a chuckle before cutting the wrapper off of the raw Turkey.

" Thank you. Have I told you how much I love you yet today?" I asked with a giggle.

Matthew puts the scissors down that he was using to cut open the Turkey Puts his hand on his hip Looking up and putting his mouth over to the side a little bit before saying. "You know, I don't think that you have today" He says now, placing his hand over his heart. "I'm a bit hurt" He tells me dramatically.

" I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you. I love you", I told him before placing a quick kiss on his lips

" OK, I'm all better now, I can go back to cooking" he tells me " And I love you too" He finishes the sentence.

It takes hours of us making pie crust and rolling it out, making it the right thickness in the pie pan.

Washing and removing the pits from cherries. Peeling and cutting apples. Peeling and cutting potatoes. Making dough for rolls and allowing the rolls to rise. Along with sauteing the onions, celery and carrots that be added to the bread to make stuffing.

with Both of our in wall Large Capacity stainless steel Double ovens Preheating.

Matthew puts a Thanksgiving parade on our large TV that we can see from our kitchen. The yearly tradition is the perfect background sound for our busy Thanksgiving prep.

I'm mixing all the ingredients together to make our pumpkin pie. as the apple and cherry pies are baking in the oven. I'm pouring the pumpkin mixture into the pan when I hear on the TV saying everybody at Santa Claus.

That's the last thing I hear before I hear Matthews screaming "Santa" like He is Buddy the Elf.

I can't help but laugh. his love of Santa Claus is just One of the many things I love about him.

" Just think maybe we can do the same thing for Christmas, just you and me.  I'm having a lot of fun making Thanksgiving dinner. It is a lot of work, yes, but it's fun working alongside you. making some Thanksgiving magic"

 I can't deny that my heart skips a beat when I hear him say these words.

" I'm glad you're having fun. I'm having fun too"

" I can't believe all these years and I've never cooked like this, i have been really missing out"

i smile at him, he looks so happy.

He finishes putting the Rest of the pecans into the pie, It looks like a work of art, but of course it does. It's Matthew. He places the pie into the oven after he takes out the apple pie and cherry pie. So adds the pumpkin pie once I have finished adding the last few drops of feeling to the crust.

The potatoes are cooking, the Turkey is roasting. 2 pies are cooling, 2 pies are cooking. The rolls are just about ready to put into the oven after we decide how to make each roll special We make 4 of each. Onion rolls. Sesame seed rolls And celery seed rolls Along with eight plain rolls.

Matthew and I sit down for a break while everything is cooking, and the pies are cooling.

Sit on the couch and begin to watch a movie Aladdin.

We don't sit for too long before we get back up and start making the green bean casserole and the candied yams.

Did we end up eating almost a half a bag of mini marshmallows as we were making the candy dams? We might have.

" It's a good thing we bought 2 bags of these" Matthew says before popping another mini marshmallow into his mouth.

" Yes, it is"

When our favorite part of Aladdin comes on the magic carpet ride. Matthew and I stop and watch it from the kitchen. It's only on for a short time before Matthew takes my hand and turns me to him, saying "let's dance. After all, Thanksgiving always has a random dance party, right? So how about a slow dance along with a song from our favorite part of Aladdin?"

We dance around the kitchen slowly Until the song ends.

"You know it's better than a random Thanksgiving dance party?"

"No what?" I ask

"A random Thanksgiving dance party with you"

:you are so sweet" i tell him.

"thank you"

"Now time for the most daunting task. It is something that no one can possibly do Get the cranberry sauce out of the can without making Ribbons Out of the edges of it, I set you up for failure. I mean, it's Ocean Spray and it still doesn't come out of the can the right way. No matter how hard my mom and I try, we always end up tearing up the Cranberry sauce every year" I tell Matthew as I'm taking the pies out of the oven. I turned around and Matthew has a little tray that's filled with perfectly sliced cranberry sauce. It looks just like the Picture on the can. Possibly better.

" How did you do that?" I ask.

" I just opened the can and took it out" Matthew says, as if what he just did was not pure magic.

" I can't believe..... Is there anything that you can't do? Matthew, I'm telling you, you are truly magical. No one can get the cranberry sauce out of the can look like that"

"Nope just me" he laughs.

" I have to show this to my mom " I tell Matthew before taking a picture and sending it to her .

We bring everything into the dining room. The large table is almost completely filled with food, except for the Turkey that is still roasting in the oven and two pies.

" I think the Turkey might be ready. It smells a lot like Thanksgiving in here", Matthew says with a chuckle.

" It sure does Smelling Turkey to this extent usually means that it's done" i tell him.

Matthew goes and opens the bottom oven. The Turkey is perfectly cooked

" Wow, look at that. It looks better than a Thanksgiving Turkey picture" I told him, looking at the Turkey.

" Well, thank you. It's the first Turkey I've ever roasted" He tells me with a chuckle.

Matthew takes the Turkey out and puts it on a platter, and we both walk into the dining room, the table completely filled with food except for the two remaining pies in the oven.

As soon as those are done, we bring those in and put them on the table as well.

" I don't think this table has ever been this full of food" Matthew tells me, standing back to take a look at all of the food we made.

We get our plates and walk around the table gathering all of the food that we want to eat before sitting next to each other at the large table.

" I think this is the best Thanksgiving meal I've ever had" Matthew tells me before taking a sip of his drink.

" Thank you. You know why it's the best? Because it was made with a lot of love" i tell him.

We finish our meal and put everything in containers and put them in the refrigerator, Clean all of the dishes and place them into the dishwasher. Having three Levels in the dishwasher comes in really handy On days like today.

Matthew and I sit down on the couch, completely exhausted and totally stuffed. It takes about 10 minutes before Matthew realizes we haven't had pie.

" You know, we haven't eaten any pie yet. Don't get me wrong, I'm totally stuffed, but I think that there's room for some pie in there" He tells me with a chuckle.

We get up and go to the kitchen where there is all four pies. Every hour we have another slice of pie Starting with Pumpkin Then Apple Followed by Cherry And ending with the pecan.

We spend the whole time they were eating the pie watching Christmas movies.

We end the night by watching A Christmas Story.

" This truly was one of the best Thanksgiving of my life" Matthew tells me, wrapping a arm around me as we sit on the couch watching the movie.

" It was one of the best of my life too, Matthew"

" And you know what else tomorrow and the next few days, we have leftovers So we get to relive Thanksgiving for at least three more days " Matthew tells me happily .

We end up falling asleep on the couch together. We do finally make our way upstairs to bed in the middle of the night. When we wake up in the morning, we're all ready for our leftovers.

[joanofexys]

jude angst if it’s exists if not gimme that angel/harper angst pleeeeaaasseee <3

- @ninyard

Nin the way I got SO EXCITED when I saw Jude's name related to an angst ask. I have not talked enough about what I've put this boy through

tws for suicide/suicide ideation and self harm

So I mentioned in the first post I made about Jude that in college he started struggling with suicide ideation and thoughts/desires to self harm and then actually acting on that and I didn't go too much into it other than mentioning it was something he sought help for pretty quickly but let me get into it now

Jude was raised as an only child to two loving and very supportive moms. He grew up with an incredible support system and he's always known that he has people who will have his back for everything.

Jude decides to move out of his childhood home and move closer to USC for his sophomore year when he's 19 years old. He moves out in the summer a couple months before school starts. He is, immediatley, incredibly homesick. He made sure to get a dog friendly apartment but his moms convinced him to wait till he got settled in before moving Stevie out with him. And it just makes things so much worse. He hates having an empty place.

He starts just inserting himself into everyone's business. He knows the coaches are at the court building more often than that and he has the code so he just starts showing up unannounced. He'll sit in the nurses office on an exam table, talking someone's ear off. He naps in Rhemann's office. Coach Lisinski lets him go wild with the equipment before she leaves. They'll let him run laps and throw balls at the goals for hours. He sits in on freshman training, ignores starry eyed looks, and doles out compliments alongside criticism when asked. Anything to not be alone.

Then the school year picks up again and he's anything but prepared. He can't be around people, his team, all the time. Outside of practices everyone has classes and even the people who absolutely adore him can't entertain him 24/7. And there's only so much of Jude sitting in his office to do homework that Rhemann can handle.

By October he's actively self harming. It's easy to do in an empty apartment with no one around to catch him. Easy to lie to his teammates when he genuinely feels happy on the court, surrounded by them. By November he decides he's had enough "settling in" and brings Stevie with him when he visits home for thanksgiving. It helps a little. He accepts fewer invitations to go out. Spends most nights on the bathroom floor, cabinet handles digging into his back, and calls his moms every time he's done. Every time he tries to force the words past his throat. To tell them he's not okay, that he just hurt himself again, and he wants to go home. Instead he laughs, puts a smile on his face, says "yeah, yeah it's been good. Yeah I'm really proud of the time. You know, classes have been hard but the challenge is good. Love you too, good night", and hopes his voice doesn't crack. Stevie sleeps in his bed every night, he feels bad that she has to see him cry every night and thinks maybe he's not taking care of her properly. But she's also one of the only things keeping him going and maybe it's selfish but he can't bring her back home.

He goes home for Christmas, enjoys his winter break. For a few weeks it stops. He doesn't know how to hide his self harm when he's sharing space with people so he stops trying to sneak off to the bathroom or his room. It makes him sick to his stomach when he realizes that he misses it. That he had found some comfort and relief in the repitiveness of it and how easy it had become. He goes back to school and by mid January he shoots Rhemann an email asking if he can stay after practice and they can talk. It all comes pouring out and it's messy. He wrote it all down on a piece of paper so he could actually get it out. He managed to get through about 3 sentences before his voice cracked and the ugly crying started. He gave the paper over to Rhemann to read, rambling through an explanation rife with apologies.

He spends 2 weeks benched, a month and a half with shorter play time on the court. Two weeks for trying to find a therapist, seeing a doctor, and getting prescribe anti-depressants for the first time. the month and a half for while he's adjusting to the medication while he tries to find the right dosage. He's tired a lot throughout this, not at his best, more apathetic than he's ever been. He just feels numb. He hates every minute about it.

It's the medication they figure out first. Once they get him on the right meds with the right dose and he adjusts he's not so tired all the time. He starts playing longer during games, he's fully involved in every practice. He swings by practices he doesn't need to be at. He's out of the house again, actively choosing to spend time with his team. Stevie comes with him about 80% of the time. He spends the summer with his moms and moves back in with them his junior year. His senior year he moves back out but gets a roommate this time, a very excited Cody Winter. (the fact that the current senior and 5th year seniors in tsc were Jude's little freshmen & sophomore's is everything to me tbh)

So yeah, I swear he gets better and I guess I couldn't help myself with adding a little bit of comfort and noting that things did get better for him but there's some of Jude's angst. As I was writing this I had another thing for him that's angsty pop into my head but this is long enough as is

[bbyvrtx]

HEAR ME OUT GIRL. LISTEN

Idk if you have time to make a request but if you don’t it’s ok ily mwah have a gorgeous day

I got this idea in the middle of my math class while I was zoning out and I’m so glad I did because I haven’t seen anyone else do it YET

So if you do have time could you pls🛐🛐🛐🛐🛐🛐🛐🛐🛐🛐 do the robin Arellano smut alphabet? You can look it up on Google and pick out any type of smut alphabet you want and do it your way🤑🤑🤑🤑🤑 there’s some nsfw alphabets on wattpad or tumblr too so you can choose🎀

Your local anon😌🖤

GAASSP....

I love this idea. I've seen so many nsfw alphabet's that it's actually insane lol (Not that I don't want the requests lol) I've got a bunch of ideas for Robin since I may or may not have my own headcanons for him on my wattpad. teehee

Also, I'm writing this on Thanksgiving, and I may make this Robin Arellano Thanksgiving nsfw alphabet... but like- Thanksgiving vibes??? idk. I'll make it work lol.

A (After-care) : He'll stay in bed with you and massage your sore muscles. If you ask him to get anything for you, he'd 100% just get out of bed and get you whatever you'd like. Want a glass of water? you got it. Want a sandwich? you got it. Some lasagna? He'll look up a recipe and make you some. Want a puppy/cat? .... You'll have to wait on that one-

B (Body part)-what he likes about himself and his partner: He loves tits.. he's a tit guy or a ass guy.. he'd smack your ass when you walk by. What he loves about himself- His hands, he punches well and he likes to place his hand on you any chance he gets.. Loves how they look on you, around you, *cough cough* in you *cough cough*

C (Cuddle)- YES he loves it, he'd prefers to be big spoon, occasionally little spoon during rough days. Maybe some cockwarming while he's there just cause he can.

D (Dirty secret)- He has a fantasy of roleplaying. You as the damsel in destress and him your knight in shining armor, and his reward would be you riding him till the sun came up.

E (experience)- Not much, but had flings here and there, had his rounds ofc. But don't let that fool you.... he knows what he's doing.

F (Favorite Position)- It's a tie between missionary and against a wall. Ofc he has to test his strength on ya, tell him you too heavy. I. dare. you. He'll make it his mission to hold you up for two rounds.

G (Goofy)- outside of the bedroom, sure. But inside, he'd prefer to keep serious. He wants to make sure that your comfortable.

H (Hair)- Although his hair on his head looks long, down there he keeps it well trimmed. Just a small trail peaking out. He doesn't want his hair yanked/pulled, he'd never hurt you either- but if you ask him sweetly head tug softly on yours.

I (Intamacey)- It depends on the mood. If your day didn't go well- he'd fill a tub of water and put your favorite flowers in it, and light a few candles. Giving you your own at home spa.

J (Jack off)- He'd do it if there is so other option. He prefers being with you so he can pleasure you and you him. But like I said, he'd do it if there was no other option.

K (Kink)- OHH BOY here we go. His main two are Roleplay or Orgasm Control.

L (Location)- Him holding you up, or on the bed.

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A/n: ILL MAKE PART TWO I PROMISE