#happy Thanksgiving!

[spencestiel-michelle]

*JJ and Penelope serve pasta at BAU Thanksgiving dinner*

Derek: why are they so big? 

Penelope: if you let them sit in the water longer, they grow. 

Rossi: they? when did we start personifying food? 

Hotch: you’d be lucky if they don’t start naming each individual macaroni. 

Emily: i’ll call this one *stabs one rigatoni w/ fork* Ronaldo. 

Reid: this one here *scoots one rigatoni w/ fork* this is Matilda. 

Hotch: 

Rossi, already eating: you asked for it. 

[milesdickpic]

Thanksgiving at the Bradshaws | H.C

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Happy Thanksgiving, Besties! For those who celebrate, be safe and i hope you have a great day! Whether you celebrate it or not, I just want to let you all know that I am BEYOND grateful for each and everyone of you. Thank you for being here with me 🥰 I love you all so much! ❤️ Happy reading and enjoy! 💕

*Can be read in conjunction with the HLG series! 🦃

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You and Bradley planned a low-key Thanksgiving for the family. It was going to be a laid back and cozy night. 

All the kids were asleep while all the adults started to make dinner. It was going to be an early night since everyone had to work early the next morning. 

Austin made his famous stuffing. He had brought it the year prior and it had to be the best stuffing you and Bradley had ever had in your lives. 

Phoenix made a a potato casserole along with some green beans.

Hangman worked on the turkey, making sure it was pure perfection. (Like himself)

You made mashed potatoes, gravy, and Mac and cheese. 

Bradley started to set up the table. He put out the best cutlery you and him had in the house, as well as the best looking plates. The ones that weren’t stained nor microwaved burned from the men of the house. 

Bradley wrote name tags for everyone and set each of them on a plate at the table. He grabbed a jar and labeled it “What I am Grateful For.” And placed it in the middle of the table. 

“Thanksgiving dinner for brunch is the best idea we’ve ever came up with.” Hangman laughed as he was basting the turkey with broth and butter. “This baby is almost ready!”

Bradley laughed and smiled. “I am so ready to eat. I missed dinner last night so I could be an endless pit today.”

Phoenix scoffed as she finished laying out her dishes she repaired. “You’re always and endless pit, Bradshaw. You and your kids!” She slapped his shoulder as she set the dishes onto the table. 

You came over and looked at the table. Bradley had set out some little pumpkins left over from Halloween. He lit a couple of candles, he set put the nice silverware and plates. He put out 2 variances of wine glasses. (Plastic ones for the kiddos) Each plate had everyone’s name on it. It was so cute and simple. 

You kissed his cheek. “Thank you for setting the table, Brad.” You placed the Gravy onto the table as Bradley went to grab the mashed potatoes and Mac and cheese. 

As everyone started to lay their dishes onto the table, you and Bradley went upstairs to get the kiddies ready. Everyone decided that Thanksgiving themed pajamas were the move. 

The boys wore matching turkey onesies, Leia wore a “bring on the leftovers” pajama, Bradley wore a pajama that was full of turkeys, you wore a pajama set that was covered in cute coffees, lattes, pies, and pumpkins.

You and Bradley brought down the kids. The boys were strong enough to start sitting on their own in their high chairs. So you and Bradley placed them into each of theirs. Leia pranced around and looked at all the food that was laid out for everyone. 

“GOSH I AM SO HUNGRY!” Leia was so excited. “You and me both, sweetheart.” Bradley picked up Leia and kissed her cheek over and over again. 

Everyone started to make their way downstairs. 

Phoenix wore an oversized pajama set that said, “official pumpkin pie tester.”

Austin wore a grey pajama set with pumpkin pies all over it. (Hehehe)

Gunner came running into the kitchen with a onesie that had turkeys, pumpkins, and “happy thanksgiving” written all over it. 

You all started to take a seat at the table. Bradley sat at the head of the table. You to the left of him. Next to you was Phoenix followed by Austin and then little Bradley in his high chair next to him. On the other side was going to be Leia, Jake, and then Luke in his high chair. 

You were all seated and Bradley looked around for Jake. 

“Seresin. Hurry the hell up!” You slapped Bradley’s arm and shook your head. “Sorry, sweetheart.” Bradley cleared his throat. “MOVE YOUR ASS, SERESIN!” 

“IM COMING!” Jake yelled from the top of the stairs. You could all hear him making his ay down.

“HO-LY. SHIIIIIT.” Bradley, Leia, and Phoenix all said at the same time as Jake made his way down. 

Hangman was in a big turkey onesie. He had the hood on and everything. 

“That is one big Turkey.” Austin laughed as he looked at Jake. 

“Gobble Gobble these nuts, Bradshaw.” Jake laughed and Bradley spit out his water. 

“MY CHILDREN ARE IN THE ROOM.” He lunged for Leia’s ears. 

Once you all sat down every one took turns writing what they were grateful for and placed it into the jar. 

Bradley jumble the jar and everyone took turns asking out a paper and reading what was on it. 

You were first, “I am grateful for being able to spend this holiday season (and everyday) with the people I love.” You smiled and looked around. Austin raised his hand. “Mine. I’m grateful to have you all in my life. I wouldn’t have it any other way.” 

You passed the jar to Phoenix. “I am grateful for being alive and being around those I love the most.” Phoenix looked straight at Bradley. Bradley smiled and nodded at Phoenix. “That be me. I love you guys.”

Phoenix passed the jar to Austin. “I am grateful for food.” Everyone looked slowly at Leia. She started to turn red and giggle. “I AM HUNGRY, OKAY!” She crossed her arms and scowled at everyone as you all laughed.”

Austin gave the jar to Leia. “I am grateful for all my friends and family.” Leia looked up at everyone. Phoenix put her finger up. “Me. I’m grateful for all of you. Life would have been lame if I wasn’t here with you all right now.” She looked at Hangman, “That includes you too, Bagman.” They both laughed. 

Leia gave the jar to Hangman. “Here, Uncle Jakey.” He kissed her cheek and pulled out one of the folded papers. “I am grateful for the beautiful family I have been given.” You smiled, “I don’t know where i would have been if I hadn’t met or created any of you. I love you, guys.”

Jake reached over Leia and gave the jar to Bradley. “WELL. We all know who is left.” Jake laughed. 

Bradley pulled out the last folded paper. “Let’s see what we’ve got here.” He looked down at it and his smile softened. He looked at Jake and gave him a little nod and he nodded back. Bradley sighed. “I am grateful for saving the man that saved me. Thank you Bradshaw for taking me in as one of your own after all these years. I don’t deserve you, buddy. I am thankful for being able to be a part of his and y/n’s family.” Bradley folded the paper back up and smiled at Hangman.

Jake pushed his lips together and smiled. “Of course you’d get mine. But it’s true. I’ll forever be grateful and thankful that you both have allowed me to be a part of your family. Thank you.” You got up and gave Jake a kiss on the cheek. Bradley smiled, “I couldn’t imagine a life without you, Turkeyman.”

Leia gave Jake a kiss. “I love you, uncle Jakey!” 

After all the thanks were given you all ate together reminiscing on what the year had been so far. You were all grateful for everything you were given in the last 11 months. 

After dinner, you all cozied up on the couches and Leia chose to watch ‘Addams Family Values.’ Her favorite part was when Wednesday sabotaged the play and burned down the thanksgiving set.

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Happy Thanksgiving, my loves! I promise to be posting the next chapter of HLG this coming week. Everything has just been so hectic! But it will be up soon! Thank you for your patience and love. See you in the next one! 🫶🏼

Dinner party guests are in the comments ❤️

[ootpositivity]

Take it easy, It's Out of Touch Thursday!!!

[izvmimi]

cw: reader celebrates American thanksgiving, implied not to be Japanese. fluff.

Izuku stares quizzically at the spread before him, then at your hands still in oven-mitts rested against your messy apron, then back at the food. You’re so focused on his expression, some calculation being performed as usual behind his gaze, that you barely register the deep frown on your face.

“What’s wrong?” you ask quickly. Before he can say anything, you reflexively begin to defend yourself. 

“Okay, I admit I don’t know how to make a turkey, but baked chicken thighs are just as good, plus turkey is dry anyway,” you start, and soon you are pointing at and defending every dish. “The stuffing is chicken-based, and the mac and cheese is good I promise, and the greens are really healthy, it’s my mom’s special recipe, and have you even had cornbread before? It’s amazing, plus i also made seasoned corn and-”

Izuku, who has yet to drop his bag before he was smacked in the face by the aroma of eight hours of cooking upon entering your home, moves quickly around the table and cups your face in his hands, effectively shutting you up. It takes a few moments to register that he isn’t at all disappointed, even though he is clearly smiling at you, squishing your face with his hands. He presses his lips to yours once, then presses his forehead against yours.

“This is more than enough,” he reminds you. 

You take a moment to swallow your own saliva, and he chuckles to himself. 

“You tricked me, you know?”

You blink once, then twice.

“How?”

“You said you were going to cook an American Thanksgiving dinner this morning. I didn’t know it was this involved or else I would have helped.”

You take another look at the heaped-up table and scratch your head.

“I may have gone overboard.”

“That’s an understatement.” He laughs louder this time, and pulls you close into a hug. You sink into him a little, and he is warmer than your kitchen and what steams gently in the rice cooker.

“Next year we’ll go overseas and stay with your parents, okay?” he says. “That way we won’t have to eat all this food by ourselves.”

“We don’t have to!” you insist, although the idea clearly lifts your spirits.

He looks at you again, and perhaps he can see that you miss your family terribly, because he rubs your shoulders and reconsiders.

“Actually, how about December? For Christmas.”

Your eyes widen. 

“W-what about Inko?”

“She’ll be fine.” he replies. “She’s starting to make plans without me anyway.”

He rolls his eyes dramatically which makes you giggle, and thankful, he kisses your forehead again.

“Okay quick shower and we dig in, alright?”

You nod, and immediately you can think of ten things you are thankful for.

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bonus:

"So why do Americans associate turkey with gratitude again?” Izuku asks, between bites.

You pause and lower your fork.

“... Capitalism.”

[luvjunie]

i ate my weight in ham today

[thatseventiesbitch]

Happy Thanksgiving everybody ❤️

[sincerecinnamon]

Happy Thanksgiving!

[jomiddlemarch]

My thanksgiving is perpetual 

For the first time in Grace’s memory, watching Joel unbuckle his belt and unbutton his jeans was not erotic. 

At all.

“Oh, that’s better,” he sighed and closed his eyes, which also was usually erotic as hell. She had no impulse to jump his bones, to drag his jeans down, to get on her knees and rest her hands on his bare thighs…

“I will not be insulted if you fall asleep,” she said, settling herself down at the other end of the sofa, a squashy pillow at the small of her back. He reached over and grabbed her feet in their wool socks and set them on his lap. “Though don’t blame it on tryptophan. That was debunked a long time ago. Before.”

“I thought we were going to play cards or charades or something,” Ellie said. She displayed no signs of lethargy and in fact, seemed like she might literally bounce off the walls. The fire was already burning merrily and there was plenty of wood split, otherwise Grace might have suggested Ellie go work off some energy restocking the woodpile, despite the sleet beginning to tap against the windows. There wasn’t even sugar to blame, since they’d decided to follow tradition and serve all the pies (Why were there seven? Why were three some variation of sweet potato? What if the mincemeat one was good?) at their regular dinner time.

“Gimme me an hour,” Joel said. Grace snorted. The hand that wasn’t wrapped around her left ankle was splayed across his belly, breaching the divide between the sides of his plaid flannel shirt. She didn’t doubt he could leap into action if there were cause, like a full-on invasion of clickers, but nothing less would get him off the sofa.

“I didn’t think this would happen,” he remarked. “I thought, after the world ended, at least there’d be no more fucking turkey to choke down—”

“You ate a drumstick and like half the breast, Joel. You ate that pope’s nose thing and that was disgusting and not even on a dare. Didn’t seem like you had any trouble, ‘choking it down,’” Ellie said, really emphasizing the air-quotes. She’d rather play charades, Grace could tell, and she’d probably be on the winning team, not only because she was the most alert. If the school decided to move ahead with their Shakespeare production, it would be a crime if Ellie wasn’t cast.

“That’s because Ted can actually roast a turkey properly,” Grace said. He’d arrived soon after dawn, fully kitted out with his white apron underneath his heavy coat, a chef’s toque in place, Beard beside him looking like Death, if Death carried two large string bags filled with root vegetables, a dishtowel over his shoulder in lieu of a scarf. “I don’t know what Ted did and before you start to explain, I don’t think I want to. I want there to still be miracles in the world.”

“And the miracle is turkey?” Ellie said. “No offense, but I preferred the venison pie.”

“Yeah, the miracle’s the turkey. And being here, people in the kitchen fussing over basting it, someone setting the table, lighting candles. Sitting together and finding something to say when you’re asked what you’re grateful for. Meaning it. Eating yourself into a food coma,” Grace said. “Fighting over the wishbone—”

“That wasn’t a fair fight,” Ellie said.

“It never is. Not supposed to be,” Joel said. His cheeks were flushed even though he’d taken off his sweater before they sat down for the meal and his five o’clock shadow was making an early appearance, one Grace had no problem with. “Wasn’t ever like this in a QZ. FEDRA couldn’t risk it—”

“Risk what?” Ellie said.

“People rememberin’,” Ted said from the doorway of the kitchen, toque off, hands shoved in his pockets. “Who was gone, how much everybody lost. People liable to just lay down and die or start a fight to feel somethin’ else.”

“Also, they didn’t have an adequate supply of turkeys,” Beard said. “Trying to breed wild turkeys in captivity’s a bitch.”

“As usual, Coach Beard speaks the truth, Baby Ruth,” Ted said. “This is probably as close to Before as anyone’s likely to get. Except Joel must’ve forgotten—‘’

“Forgotten what?” Ellie asked. She either knew Ted well enough not to ask about the Baby Ruth remark or it was one he’d made before, she’d asked, and she was now entirely familiar with the history of the candy bar and specifically, Ted’s childhood encounters with it.

“To wear elastic waist pants to Turkey Day if you can swing it,” Ted said. “So you’ve got plenty of room. For pie and leftovers.”

“Did people actually have special pants just for this?” Ellie said. The adults all smiled at her earnest tone and expression, one the children often used, as if Before had been a thousand years ago, subject of archaeology and speculation, a culture so far distant they might as well need a new Rosetta Stone to decipher its intricacies.

“Nah,” Joel said. 

“Lots of people would wear sweats,” Grace said. “Or change into them. Scrubs were good for Thanksgiving too—I don’t think there were any doctors I knew who didn’t have a spare pair for kicking around in at home.”

“So, it wasn’t fancier Before,” Ellie said. 

“Thanksgiving wasn’t a fancy holiday,” Joel said. “New Year’s, Christmas, folks had big parties for those, but Thanksgiving was just more about family. Making enough food for the whole block. Football.”

“Turkey trots,” Beard called out.

“Thanksgiving-themed races, usually for charity and to work-off all the carbs or justify them,” Grace said, before Ellie could ask whether he meant turkeys suffered from loose bowels and if that was why turducken had been invented. Beard had been sure to explain turducken at a recent soccer practice. Grace yawned and saw Joel’s eyes were drowsy. Trying to convince Ellie to take a nap seemed to be a miracle beyond all hope.

“It’s clearing up,” Ted announced. From what Grace could see, Ted’s was a generous interpretation of the current level of precipitation, but she wasn’t about to quibble as he seemed to have some ulterior motive. “Let’s you and me and Coach go for a walk, Ellie. We can fetch Tommy and Maria and whoever all’s at their place and bring ‘em back for dessert and charades.”

Beard gave Grace the slowest wink that could still merit the name (as opposed to evidence of a stroke induced by the roughly nine hundred pounds of butter Ted had used on the bird) and heaved himself up from the chair he was in. Within a matter of minutes, all three had bundled up and headed out. Their departure made the house seem all the cozier, the brief glimpse of the rapidly approaching dusk dissipated by the firelight’s gold and amber painted on the walls, the floorboards, the planes of Joel’s face. His hand tightened around her ankle, then stroked up the curve of her calf.

“I hate to disappoint you, but I don’t think I’m up for much of anything,” Grace said. “I definitely overindulged in those mashed potatoes. And the stuffing and that squash gratin thing. The gravy, good Lord, that was like Michelin-star level

“Well, I want you to be on my team when we play charades. And later, I’d like to split a piece of Ted’s apple bourbon pie,” he said.

“Split a piece?”

“I’d like to get hungry again, darlin’. Once everyone goes home,” he said. “I’d like to be grateful, together.”

[something-tofightfor]

Inflated

Pairing: Javi G x female reader (Not Like The Movies pairing)

Word Count: 2,475 

Rating: T (some language, you and Javi wake up in bed together and there’s hints about sex) ... but it’s pure fluff. 

Summary: You have a surprise for Javi, and hope that he enjoys it. 

Author’s note:

Wanted to get this written and posted before we leave for dinner today. In an uncharacteristic turn of events for me, this is NOT edited. If there’s any glaring errors, I’ll fix them later tonight. 

Happy Thanksgiving to those that celebrate - I hope you get to spend quality time with your loved ones today, and that your mashed potatoes are the perfect consistency and that your gravy is delicious and that your cranberry sauce is straight out of the can (the best way to eat it, IMHO). 

And to those that don’t? Happy Thursday. This should be just as enjoyable a read for you. 

“Hey. Javi.” You spoke quietly, reaching for him in the dark. “Come on, you’ve gotta wake up.”

“Hmm?” You could barely see him, but you heard him, the man groaning as he rolled onto his back and then toward you. “What? What is the time? Why -”

“It’s Thanksgiving.” Settling your hand on his shoulder, you sighed. “And I know it’s early, but that’s the point.” 

“But I thought we were not eating until later? You said that…” He sighed again, clearing his throat. “You said that the dinner is always late.” 

“It is. And we are eating later, but that’s not why I’m getting you up so early.” You felt his fingers trailing up and over your side, his touch light. It would have been easy to let yourself get distracted by Javi’s hands like you did so often, but you had a mission that morning. “Come on. Get dressed.” 

“Dressed? Do you mean -”

“Shirt and a robe is enough.” Leaning in, you pressed a kiss to the man’s bearded cheek, lips lingering there for long moments as his fingers tightened against your skin. “Maybe some slippers.” 

He grumbled when you pulled away from him and got out of the bed, moving through the darkened room with a practiced ease. But you heard him moving, too, and as you pulled clothes on, tugging a t shirt into place, you heard him climb out of bed, too. Javi’s footsteps were quiet as he padded across the carpeted floor, but you knew without a doubt that he was coming toward you, the man’s arms winding around your waist from behind as he settled his chin on your shoulder. “This must be a very big surprise if you’re waking me up so early after we went to bed only a few hours ago.”

“We can nap in a little while if you want.” Relaxing into his touch, you closed your eyes and stroked your fingers over his bare forearm. “But I promise this is worth it.” 

Javi spoke your name quietly and you turned your head to the side, humming out a response. “I believe you.” 

Instead of kissing you, he released you from his hold, pushing you forward and telling you that he needed a few minutes. “I’ll be in the living room, alright. Coffee?”

“Yes, please.” He yawned, passing you and stepping closer to the bathroom before flipping the light on. “Do you want your robe?”

You did, and after he’d handed it to you, you left the bedroom and Javi behind, making your way down the hallway and into the main room of the apartment. 

It was much brighter there - the early morning New York sunshine streaming in through the large glass windows and the balcony door, and after you’d set the coffee pot to brew, you leaned against the counter, stretching. 

It had happened gradually - you spending more and more nights at Javi’s place, the man inviting you to keep some of your things in the closet and bathroom, stocking your favorite food and drink in the kitchen, urging you to keep a favorite blanket in the basket behind the couch. He hadn’t pushed you, though, and even though you’d been together for under six months, it felt like longer. Because I’m comfortable here. 

Smiling as you eyed the wide-open space of Javi’s apartment, you gripped the edge of the counter, the scent of freshly brewed coffee growing stronger by the second. It wasn’t just the apartment, though - it was the man that lived in it that put you at ease. 

And on that morning, you were especially thankful for Javi and everything he’d brought into your life in a relatively short amount of time - the man’s lifestyle not clashing with your own but complimenting it, the ease with which you’d slotted into each other’s routines somewhat unbelievable to you, though you were grateful for every second you got to spend with him. And when he strolled into the living room a few moments later, his hair wild around his head and two days worth of growth on his cheeks, those feelings were magnified. 

It didn’t matter to you that he had enough money and influence to buy the whole city block a few times over. It was unimportant that it was just as likely that you’d end up on the Gutierrez jet for the weekend as it was that you’d spend it curled up on a couch together watching reruns of 90’s sitcoms in your pajamas. You didn’t care that the man commonly found himself on the covers of magazines and under newspaper headlines - to you, he was just Javi, the man that had charmed you easily, breaking through your defenses at a speed dating event and then convincing you to give dating him a chance. And I’m glad I did. 

“Alright, so.” He stopped in front of you, his arms crossed over his chest, the sleeves of his robe pushed back to expose his tanned forearms. “I am awake. I am in the kitchen, and there is coffee. What is so important that -”

“Javi.” Lips twitching into a smile, you turned away from him and poured each of you a mug of coffee, adding cream and sugar to his and then focusing on your own cup before turning back. “Do you know what today is?”

“It is Thursday.” Taking the drink, he raised it to his lips and took a sip, his eyes closing and a quiet groan of satisfaction escaping his lips as he swallowed. “It’s Thursday, and it is November, and…” Javi sucked in a breath, lowering his mug as his eyes widened. “Thanksgiving!” You nodded, biting your lip as you watched him work through the realization. “It’s Thanksgiving, and that means -”

“The parade’s today, Javi.” Sipping from your cup, you licked your lips and kept your eyes on him. “And your apartment is right along the route, which means that we can watch from the balcony.” 

“Will we be able to see? Can we hear?” His smile grew with each question, his grip on his mug tightening. “Do we need to -” He cut himself off, shaking his head. “I should have woken up earlier. I should have showered before we fell asleep last night, and then we could have gone downstairs.” 

“No.” You reached out, pressing your hand to the center of Javi’s chest. “No, we’ll have a perfect view. I already peeked off the balcony this morning,and the street’s full.” Gesturing with your chin, you continued. “Go look.” 

He did, taking his coffee mug with him and crossing the living room, the man’s large hand pulling the glass door open. As soon he did, you could hear the sounds from street-level; the dull roar of the crowd, distant honking - the symphony of New York City that the thick glass helped to mute no longer hidden from your ears. 

You followed Javi and stepped out onto the balcony, looking over the railing. “It’ll come from that way,” you told him, pointing with one hand to your left. “They added a few new balloons this year, and there are a couple new floats, too. I think the marching bands are -” Javi said your name, standing up straight and turning to face you. “Hmm?” 

“This is my first Thanksgiving parade.” 

“I know.” Wetting your lips, you nodded. “That’s why I wanted to make sure you were awake. I didn’t want you to miss anything.” He reached out for you, the man’s thumb stroking over your cheek as his fingers curled under your chin. “Javi?” 

“Thank you for doing this for me.” He smiled then, the expression lighting up his face, and before you could reply, he leaned in, lips finding yours and lingering, his kiss soft. “Thank you for all of the things you have done for me.” There was more to his words and you both knew it - but you didn’t acknowledge that. It’s not the right time. 

“You’re welcome, Javi.” He put the coffee mug down on the small table and then reached toward you again, cradling your face between both large hands as he tilted your face up toward his. “I’ve been looking forward to this for a couple weeks.” 

“Yeah?” You nodded. “I am glad.” Javi kissed you again, his fingers curling against the base of your skull as he pressed his forehead to yours. “Very glad.” 

You could have stood there with him for hours, your hands on Javi’s waist, the soft material of his robe brushing against your arms - but you knew that you couldn’t if you didn’t want to miss anything. “We should get settled. Grab a blanket, pull up the chairs, refill the cof -” 

But Javi interrupted you again, hauling you closer and wrapping his arms around you tightly, your cheek pressed to his chest and his head tilted so that he could rest his atop your head. 

You were used to that - Javi so overcome with emotion that he was unable to speak and relied on actions, but every time, it took your breath away. It’s never been like this before. Not with anyone. Squeezing your eyes shut, you let him hold you, the man’s broad body warm and solid in your arms. 

At first, it had scared you how easy it was for you to accept his affection, how right it felt to be held by him, but as more time passed, you understood that there wasn’t anything to fear - Javi was Javi, and he didn’t do anything that he didn’t want to. Ever.  “Gotta let me go, Javier.” Murmuring the words, you pushed on his chest. “Gonna go grab a snack before it starts.” 

He released you and you stepped away from him, back into the kitchen. It didn’t take you long - pouring the coffee into a carafe and putting that - along with cream and sugar onto a tray and adding a couple pieces of fruit and muffins. 

It was routine - and as you gathered everything, you were struck with how easy it was to move through his space - much like it was in the bedroom. You felt at home in Javi’s apartment, comfortable going through his cabinets and closets, making decisions for the two of you. And he lets me… and he likes it, and… 

By the time you were heading back out onto the balcony, you were smiling broadly, the tray in both hands, blankets draped over your arms - and Javi was still standing at the railing, looking down at the street. “Next year… next year we should stand street-level.” He turned his head to look at you as you set everything down, the man’s brow furrowed in thought. “With all of the people. That way … that way we can experience it like them.” 

“If we stand street level, that means you can’t pee for like six hours.” Wrinkling your nose, you pulled the table toward the railing,careful not to spill the coffee. “And it means there’s screaming, crying children, and a ton of people, and -”

“Maybe we will stay above it all, then.” Javi pulled the couch to the edge of the balcony, scoffing. “Maybe this is the right call.” It is. “Sit, please.” You did, and Javi reached for the blanket, pulling the larger one around both of your shoulders as he sat, too, one arm pressed against yours, the other around both of your shoulders to hold you close. “What time does it start?”

“It starts at 9, but it’s going to take about fifteen minutes for them to get to us.” Snuggling closer to the man, you angled your head to one side. “So get comfortable, Javi.” 

— 

Two hours later, the couch and blankets had been abandoned and the two of you were standing at the railing, Javi’s eyes wide as he pointed down toward the street - and made comments about everything that passed beneath you. 

He was impressed by the floats and the marching bands, and absolutely loved the dancers and performers, but as you’d suspected, he was enamored by the balloons, his eyes growing wider and wider as each new one came into view. You’d had to explain some of them to him because they were from children’s shows or games, but for the most part, he knew what they all were; the man excited to see Snoopy and Sonic and the Pillsbury Dough Boy, though he waved his hand dismissively when the Boss Baby balloon appeared, tsking as he headed back into the apartment while it passed. “It was not a funny movie, not even close. And they made a sequel, can you believe it?” 

But his excitement reached new levels when one of the newest balloons appeared at the end of the street - his arm shooting out and one finger pointing, Javi’s voice loud as he leaned over the railing. “Look! Look, it’s the Child!” His eyes were wide and his smile broad, your laugh cut off as he smacked his hand down on the railing twice. “And his ball. I didn’t know this existed, it -” He laughed, rubbing at his forehead. “And the people under it are all dressed like the main character, look at their sweatshirts, they all have Mandalorian armor on, it is…” He trailed off, head shaking back and forth. “Amazing.” 

And it was. You knew that Javi’s excitement for things wasn’t something that he tried to hide, and the parade was no different. Good. Good, I’m glad he’s … enjoying it. “It is. He’s new. Last year was his first year.” 

“This is the best Thanksgiving I have ever had.” Javi pulled you close again as Grogu disappeared from view, though he kept his eyes on the street, and you could feel how fast he was breathing. “I was not expecting this, and now … now I don’t know how I can top it.” 

“We’ll have to figure something out then.” Closing your eyes, you released a long breath, warmth spreading through you at his words. “But I’m glad that I was able to show this to you for the first time.” 

He said your name then, waiting until you were looking up at him to continue. “There is no one else that I would want to see this with.” He licked his lips, head shaking back and forth, one long curl hanging over his forehead. “Ever.” 

It took you a few seconds but you finally responded, eyebrows shooting up in surprise - and gratitude  that you could take the man at his word each time he spoke. Because he’s never lied. And he wouldn’t lie about this. “Me either, Javi.” 

Both of you went quiet then, looking at each other for a few seconds before he nodded, a soft smile on his lips as he returned his attention to the street below you. He wouldn’t lie about it, and neither would I. 

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[aquariumpacific]

Today's mood

[royalacademyttrpg]

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[vecnawrites]

Happy Thanksgiving

...and what Vecna is most thankful for (besides his followers) is the fact that he finally has a day off! Will have an update or two today (nothing NNN or Thanksgiving related, I'm afraid) but it will at least be something for you all!

Thanks for your patience, and I hope you all have a great holiday (for those of you who celebrate the day)!

...also, the inbox is still open!

[mastersoftheair]

original caption: "For many of the original members of the 100th Bomb Group, Thanksgiving in 1942 was spent at Gowen Field in Idaho. Members of the 100th were drawn from the 29th Bomb Group, hence the notation on the menu below. This Thanksgiving menu was saved by Sgt Maynard Parsons, who was part of the original 100th cadre, 350th Sq."

[formulaforza]

—happy thanksgiving!

my first f1 memory is telling my cousin about this new thing i was getting really into called formula one while we watched the lions game last thanksgiving! so happy delulu-iversary to me!

i am soooo thankful for each and every one of you—every like, reblog, reply, message, ask, and interaction you choose to have with me day in and day out. you all mean the world to me and (with few exceptions) have been nothing but kind, understand, respectful, and supportive of me)

—to the people who i sometimes feel were put on this earth just for me, i love you. i love you i love you i love you. you make writing fun and life easy and understand me on a level that not many people do. you know who you are. knowing you is a privilege i don’t take for granted. i love you.

if you celebrate, i hope you have a thanksgiving full of love and friends and family and laughter. if you don’t celebrate, i’ll do a fireball shot in your honor, and know that someone in the world is grateful for you <3

that said. go lions. fuck the packers. time to be fat and happy :)

[howdoyousleep3]

Mama, I've been thinking about 3DWD Steve cooking Thanksgiving dinner with bunny Buck and being all handsy in the kitchen while everything is in the oven. Kissing and grabbing and telling Bucky how fucking thankful he is for his bunny until Bucky drops to his knees to suck his dick before the friends and family get there. Steve going all out on the food and both of them eating so much that they just fall into a food coma, with Bucky snuggling up against that wonderful Daddy chest while they watch the football game. Bucky watching the Macy's Thanksgiving Day parade on TV before he helps with dinner. Steve and Bucky spending all Black Friday snuggle fucking in bed because they're still recovering from Thanksgiving but they're alone so they can't help but get frisky. Steve thrusting his thick cock deep into Bucky's 🐱 with slow, lazy thrusts while Bucky rides him, his hands on the headboard or bracing himself on Steve's tiddies. Steve swearing how much he loves Bucky as he cums inside his bunny. Bucky moaning the same as he shoots his load onto Steve's chest. The two of them kissing and grinning and laughing like loons before Steve rolls them over and gets up so he can clean them off.

Happy Thanksgiving, Mama K! So glad to have you here with us! 😘😘

😩😭😮‍💨🤤 Panda! Thanksgiving and these two, goddamn. I mean...really any holiday where 3DWD is around is going to be a complete blast, but I feel like he'd really love Thanksgiving.

There's no way anyone can give him shit for providing and cooking an abundance of food and treats! And he'd go all out and Bucky would get all mushy and hot and handsy like he always does when Steve begins to provide for himself and others.

And you just know Bunny would turn into a pouty bratty baby once everyone has left because he's so full and he's had so much food and he wants to be cozy. But Daddy's been Daddy-ing around all day and Bun just wants.

You're right, these two wouldn't leave the house for a few days.

So happy to have you as a friend, Panda. Lub you dearly! 💕

[talldecafcappuccino]

baby, you’re like lightning in a bottle

rating: e | words: 6,904 | chapters: 1/1

“Don’t you have guests you’re meant to be entertaining, Ambassador?“ she replies, taking a sip of her drink.

Ted’s eyes darken on the word Ambassador and she can see his pulse quickening above his starched collar. He swallows thickly, shaking his head at her in warning.

“Sorry,” she mouths, not sorry at all. They have rules about using that word—not in public and never in that tone—but it’s hard to feel too bad when his neck pinks up like that.

Besides, she’s learned to take her opportunities as they come. Life is short, they know that better than anyone.

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