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mamawasatesttube ¡ 1 year ago
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E | 22k | 1/2 | timkon | porn with feelings | ttk sex pollen time!
Tim has an, ahem, unfortunate run-in with Poison Ivy—yeah, fine, Tim gets dosed with sex pollen. He's not proud of it, okay? But it's fine. His best friend is here to help him out. As besties! You know. Best friends absolutely can fuck each other to save one of their lives, including fucking each other with some insanely hot and creative uses of their telekinesis, and there don't need to be any feelings about it. ...Tim has feelings about it. Oop?
“This doesn’t have to be bad, you know.”
Poison Ivy plucks Tim’s comm from his ear, tucks it into her pocket, and examines her fingernails, clearly not at all threatened. To her credit, Tim doesn’t really feel like a threat at the moment, not with his legs trapped in one giant vine and his arms stretched above his head in the grasp of another. It’s a little humiliating, frankly, but it’s about what he expected the second Ivy forced the fight to the rooftop garden atop this apartment building.
She had a hostage. It was an obvious trap, but Tim didn’t have a choice but to follow her. At least he made sure they got away.
But wow, she pre-planned this. It’s incredibly evident now that she just wanted to get whichever of them was on duty downtown out of the way for something bigger. If he can just get his left hand a little mobile, he can reach the end of the small blade in his wrist gauntlet; he might be able to use it to cut himself free once she’s gone. He’ll probably have to dislocate his thumb to do it, but oh well. Beggars, choosers, all that.
“In fact, I think it might be good for you. I don’t even know you that well, and I can tell that you seriously need to unclench,” Ivy continues.
Wow, okay. Rude? That’s just uncalled for.
{ read on ao3! }
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bjfinn ¡ 1 year ago
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TURKEY DAY
Happy Thanksgiving to all my US American friends!
"Hey, guys," Beej said, coming into the kitchen."Whatcha doin'?"
"Getting started on dinner," Delia told him. "Today's Thanksgiving."
"So early??? It's only like ... two o'clock in the morning!"
"It's ten o'clock," she replied. "And we have a lot of work to do."
That certainly seemed to be true -- the three women of the Maitland-Deetz home were all busy. Barbara was mixing something in a large metal bowl, Lydia was peeling vegetables, and Delia was arranging a centrepiece of various squashes, autumn leaves and grapevines on the table.
"Can I help?"
"You can stuff the turkey," Barbara suggested. "If you want to."
"Okay," the demon said. "Yeah, sure -- I can do that." He went over to the counter and looked at the 25-pound bird in the roasting pan. "Uhh ... what do I do?" he asked.
Barbara brought over the bowl. It was filled with cubes of bread mixed with other things. "Like this," she said.
Beej watched, incredulous, as she took a handful of the bread mixture and shoved it inside the turkey's cavity.
"You're shoving bread up its ass??? "
"It's called 'stuffing'," she told him. "It's bread, sausage, cranberries, herbs and spices --"
"I'm pretty sure you're supposed to feed it from the other end," he said.
Barbara chuckled. "Very funny, mister. Just don't pack it in too tight -- it'll expand as it cooks."
"Okay." He grabbed a handful of stuffing and put it in the turkey.
He began humming as he worked, and the three women smiled -- Beej really seemed to enjoy helping out, and not just in the kitchen. He was eager to lend a hand with anything around the house -- whether he knew what he was doing or not.
It wasn't long before the demon started singing to himself, and they burst out laughing when they heard what he was singing:
Dead bird, dead turkey bird
Incapable of flying
Oh, the sound you made when dying
Was the saddest noise I've heard
Noble bird, you gave your life
We thank you for your sacrifice
Gonna eat your face with secret spice
Dead bird!
"Dead Bird" by Eddie Thomas Perfect and Alex Brightman, performed on the podcast "Cup of Tea" on 25 November 2019
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jungle-angel ¡ 1 year ago
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Warm As Can Be (Miles Miller x Reader)
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Summary: You and Miles are excited as ever for Thanksgiving, your sons are both with his parents for the day and it leaves the both of you alone for just a little while
God the house smelled so good, the best it had in a long time since you and Miles had moved to his family's ranch in Montana. Thanksgiving had come at last and soon the entire family would convene on the land to spend the evening with you and Miles, leaving the two of you to deal with the chaos that was dinner prep.
"It's times like this I wish Dan was here," Miles said as you dumped a tablespoon of cinnamon into the pumpkin pie mix he had been stirring. "That man could command a kitchen like it was an army unit."
You laughed. "Well, him and Lucia will be up in a few days and so won't the others. George I heard closed the hotel for Thanksgiving so he and his family could go back to Texas to celebrate."
"Which is unfortunate for the travelers," Miles chuckled.
You heard the pattering of little feet entering the kitchen, only to find a yawning, half dressed Benny, clutching his stuffed puppy. "Momma, Dada, I need help," he chirped.
"C'mere honey," you told him.
You straightened out his little green turtleneck and fixed his overalls as best you could before Miles picked him up and gave him a kiss on the cheek. "Did Jesse wake up?" Miles asked him.
"No, baby still sleepy," Benny answered again.
"Alright, go get your shoes on for when Papa gets here," Miles told him.
Benny ran off to go and get his little boots on before Otis came in through the kitchen door. "Alright am I stayin here and helping you or bringing your ghouls back to the house?" Otis asked, stamping his boots off on the mat.
"Might wanna bring them back to the house for a bit," Miles answered. "As soon as we need help with the bird, do you mind coming back?"
"Not a problem," Otis said with a wave of his hand. "Your ma's making breakfast over at the house so maybe I'll take Benny and Jesse for a bit."
"You sure you can get down the path with them?"
"Yeah it's no big deal," Otis replied. "I remember when you were born I went trudging to your gram's house up the street with you tucked into my coat."
Otis gathered up Benny and Jesse, heading down the path to the farmhouse where Kathy was waiting. As soon as Miles saw his father going up the back steps of the porch with Jesse in his arms and Benny by his side, he turned his attention back to you.
"Looks like it's just us," you purred.
Miles hummed as he pulled you close to him, kissing you passionately before he switched on the radio on the counter. You and Miles danced as Vaughan Monroe's "Let It Snow" began to play, the snow outside falling hard, just the two of you enjoying your time together alone as dinner cooked away in the oven. You giggled a little as Miles littered your cheeks with sweet kisses, happy as ever to be in a home of your own and near the people you loved best.
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redpandaramblings ¡ 2 years ago
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Gobble Gobble. Denki x GN! Reader
Happy Thanksgiving, Chickadees! Enjoy a very short little ficlet, and have a happy holiday.
18+, Minors DNI
CW: Mature themes, allusions to bondage and BDSM, some truly horrible puns. Loose references to Top! Denki and Bottom! Reader
"Absolutely not."
"But baby, the holidays only come once a year! And who knows when we'll be in the US again at this time?"
"And yet I remain unmoved. No!"
Denki Kaminari gave you his best puppy eyes from where he was attempting to pose seductively on the bed. And normally that would have been enough to make you cave. You adored this man after all. However, the puppy eyes were apparently less effective when the man was decked out in a full pilgrim costume, buckled hat and all. And it stopped working entirely when paired with the costume laid out on the bed that your boyfriend was currently trying to get you to put on.
"Pleeeeeaaase? It will be fun! We've dressed up before and you've loved it!"
"Denki Kaminari, I am not putting on a god damn sexy turkey costume!"
"But baby, I already have a whole session planned out!"
You folded your arms and gave him a blank stare.
He got off the bed and began pulling things out of the hotel dresser drawer as he talked. He held up a bundle of rope and a bottle of something you couldn't identify.
"First I need to truss up the turkey. Then rub it all over with oil. Make sure everything in nice and tender."
You sighed, seeing where this was going. Denki ignored you, continuing enthusiastically.
"And then when the moment is right, I'll stuff the bird!" He threw a wicked grin at you, waggling his eyebrows. "And I'll make sure that there's lots of stuffing. Stuffing is the best part, after all."
You shook your head. "I'm breaking up with you this time."
Denki gasped and theatrically clutched his chest. "But baby! You love me!"
"Of course I love you. It's the only reason I didn't murder you years ago."
He smiles before blowing you a kiss. "So is that a yes to Thanksgiving fun times? I'll make sure we finish up with lots of feasting on the turkey. You know I love to eat."
You groaned. "No. I'm going to leave now. Get a soda from the vending machine. You better not be a pilgrim by the time I get back."
Denki whined, but you were already heading to out the door. You made sure the door was closed firmly behind you before you collapsed to your knees in the hotel hallway and finally gave in the the giggles you'd been fighting.
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dadjokestop ¡ 2 months ago
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Thanksgiving is a time for family, friends, and of course, delicious food! But let’s be honest, what would the holiday be without a few good laughs? Turkey jokes for Thanksgiving are the perfect way to spice up the dinner table and keep the good times rolling. Whether you’re roasting the bird, carving it up, or just enjoying a cozy gathering, these jokes will add a fun twist to your celebration. Let’s dive into a collection of hilarious turkey jokes that are sure to tickle your funny bone! The Joy of Laughter at Thanksgiving Laughter is the secret ingredient that makes Thanksgiving memorable. Sharing turkey jokes can break the ice, lighten the mood, and create lasting memories with loved ones. So gather around the table and get ready to share some chuckles with these delightful turkey-themed jokes! A Hilarious Collection of Turkey Jokes Here’s a list of turkey jokes for Thanksgiving that will have everyone laughing: Why did the turkey cross the road? To prove he wasn’t chicken! What’s a turkey’s favorite dessert? Peck-an pie! Why did the turkey sit on the drumstick? Because it wanted to be a chicken drummer! What do you call a turkey on the day after Thanksgiving? Lucky! Why did the turkey join a band? Because it had the drumsticks! What did the turkey say to the computer? “Google, google, google!” What’s a turkey’s favorite type of music? *Anything with a good beat to gobble along to! Why did the turkey get a Thanksgiving makeover? Because it wanted to look gobble-icious! What do you call a stuffed turkey? Thanksgiving dinner! How do you get a turkey to laugh? Tickle its funny bone! Why was the turkey in a band? Because it had the best gobble! What did the turkey say to the hunter? “Quack, quack, quack!” Why did the turkey go to school? To improve its gobble-y gook! What’s the most musical part of a turkey? The drumsticks! Why did the turkey refuse to eat dessert? It was already stuffed! What do you call a turkey with a smoking problem? Fowl play! How can you tell if a turkey is good at math? It’s always gobbling up numbers! What do you call a turkey that tells jokes? A fowl comedian! What do turkeys say before they eat? “Let’s get this feast started!” Conclusion: Gobble Up the Fun! With this collection of turkey jokes for Thanksgiving, you’re all set to bring some joy and laughter to your holiday festivities. Sharing jokes is a fantastic way to connect with family and friends, making your Thanksgiving celebration even more enjoyable. So, whether you’re sharing these jokes around the dinner table or texting them to loved ones, remember that laughter is what truly makes the holidays special. Gobble up the fun and enjoy every moment of this wonderful time of year! Happy Thanksgiving!
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oddsnendsfanfics ¡ 4 years ago
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Thankful
Genre: Fan Fiction Pairing: Henry Cavill/Reader Warnings: It’s kinda cute? Rating: G Length: Drabble Disclaimer: a strict work of fiction, I own nothing except the original characters and the plot line. In no way am I affiliated to any of it.  
A/N: In the event I took a rare request, here you go Anon. I hope you like it. 
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“What's the matter, duck?” Henry gently rubbed your shoulders. Tension seeming to melt, slightly, with his touch. “You've been off the last few days, talk to me.��
A faint smile, you wave it away, leaning into his touch. “It's nothing, Hen. Nothing to worry that pretty little head of yours over.”
What were you going to tell him? Tell him that you were homesick? Like a child at summer camp, you were devastated that you weren't able to fly home to spend at least part of the holiday season with your family. It was selfish and childish, but damn it you didn't care.
This would be the first year that you didn't get at least Thanksgiving with your family. The first year, in many, where you wouldn't spend the day listening to your dad argue with the football game on the television. The first time you wouldn't be at the brightly decorated table, enjoying your mother's prize winning cornbread stuffing. You hadn't seen your parents since early January and it was beginning to weigh on you.
You weren't the only person in the world struggling with this, why should you wallow? At very least you had Henry to share your time with. Having one another was more than some people in the world had right now. Sighing, you shake your head, trying to keep the tears away.
“I have to go FaceTime mom, I told her that I'd call before they ate dinner.” You break away from Henry. Pulling your sweater tighter around your shoulders. Leaving him with a peck on the cheek, you pat Kal on the way by.
“Tell her that I said Happy Thanksgiving,” Henry frowned, his words setting in a realization.
Watching you disappear to chat with your family, Henry would give you a few minutes before casually wandering in to have a chat with his in-laws. Allowing you to catch up, gave him a few minutes to put his sudden plan into action. Enough time to send a few quick texts and order some sort of roasting bird for the following day.
Finishing his onslaught of messages and dictations, Henry glanced at Kal who was stretched out on the kitchen floor watching him intently. The big dog yawned and rested his head on his paws. “I know bear, I know. Don't you worry, I'll save you some too.” He bent to scratch Kal behind the ears.
In the other room, Henry could hear the voices coming from the laptop. Your voice sounded more chipper than he'd heard in days. No doubt to the benefit of your family, not wanting them to worry or feel bad that you were on the other side of the ocean. Confident in his planning ability, Henry strode into the next room a deliriously happy smile on his own face as he greeted your parents.
Checking the time, Henry didn't want to appear rude, but he did have to sneak out to the shops before they closed. If he was going to give you a Thanksgiving. Kissing your cheek, he smiled fondly at the screen. Informing your parents that he had some errands to run, insisting that you keep talking when you asked if he wanted you to accompany him.
“Non sense, I can do this. I need to grab Kal some more food. You talk with your mum and dad. I won't be long, duck.” Another kiss on the cheek as he waves goodbye to your parents. Rising from his seat, preparing to head out in search of the perfect yam.
Whatever Henry was up to had kept him out longer than a typical run for some dog food. Sending him a text, he assured you that he would be back shortly not to worry. He wanted this to be a surprise, parading in with an arm load of groceries for a roast dinner would not be the easiest thing to hide or explain.
Giving up on Henry and whatever he was up to – no doubt after grabbing Kal's food, he went off to the gym. That would keep him out for at least a couple of hours. You opted to ready for bed, a little early, but perhaps a good night's sleep would refresh your feelings in the morning. Henry running off to whatever it was he was up to didn't help your homesick mood.
He knew that you were upset, the least he could have done was stay to comfort you. Whatever. You groan and step into the shower. Fuck it. No use in going to bed mad, when you are already this damn gloomy. Downstairs, you hear Kal whimper a few seconds after stepping into the warm stream of water. At least Henry would be home to snuggle a little before you went to sleep.
“Hey bear,” Henry greeted the dog, taking into account that you were nowhere to be seen. “Where is mum?” Listening he smiled at the sound of the shower. Perfect!
Secretly lugging groceries into the house, Henry was pleased with his accomplishments. He'd be up before you in the morning, naturally, which is when he would begin prepping the feast. Storing the last bit of his surprise, he made a cup of tea and headed upstairs.
Sitting the cup of tea on your night table, Henry waited for you to finish in the bathroom. A soft plume of steam escaping the door as you stepped out. Towel around you, ignoring his presence for the moment. A soft silence fell while you took time selecting your pyjamas. Henry sitting on the bed watching you quietly. Satisfied with the fuzzy blue pants and matching tshirt, you continue to ignore Henry walking back into the bathroom.
“Duck?” He calls after you, not wanting to push. He should have known that you'd be upset on his running out so abruptly.
“What?”
“When you're changed, I brought you some tea. Do you want to read for a bit? I can go let Kal out, then grab my book.”
“Sounds nice, Hen. I'll be here when you come up.” You call back, pulling your shirt over your head. A little annoyed but less homesick knowing that you will have Henry to keep you company.
Spending a home sick evening in bed cuddling with Henry and Kal, a cup of tea, while you and Henry fall into silence as you are each lost in the pages of your respective books isn't so bad. It's not your mother's homemade cranberry relish, but it is a pretty good way to end the day.
As predicted, Henry was awake about an hour before the sun thought to rise. Carefully slipping out of bed, making sure to tuck in the covers to keep you from growing cold he kisses your cheek and retreats downstairs. Kal hot on his heels. After a quick run around the small garden, the pair are back inside the kitchen. Henry staring at the turkey he had bought. He may have gone a little over board on the size. Surely you had a pan to fit.
Once the bird was crammed in the oven, as if by some strange magic the damn thing fit! He went to work on the next item, peeling potatoes. After that it was on to the yams and then the green beans. Henry was a confident cook, but making your grandmother's special green bean casserole was daunting. How bad could it be? He'd watched you make this at Christmas. Damn it, he should have insisted he helped you and not listened when you told him to go enjoy his brother's company.
Recipe on the counter top, he eyed Kal as if he would give some untapped wisdom. Kal yawned and licked his lips, his main concern was the bacon that would be topping the questionable squishy green strings.
“We can do this.” Henry tapped his fingers on his thigh. “We've got this.”
“Got what, Hen?” Your voice startled him. Flinching in surprise, Henry spun around to face you. “What are you doing?” Looking around the kitchen at the mess of vegetables, pots, pans, and...was that dough?
“I uh,” Henry rubbed the back of his neck, shrugging. “It was supposed to be a surprise. So, surprise! I am making you Thanksgiving dinner.”
“You're what?” Your brow furrows, pulling your dressing gown tighter around your body. “Henry, sweetheart.”
“I know that you're upset about not being able to go home. I know that it's a bit late, but...”
“Henry, Henry, Henry.” You coo shaking your head. Walking across the kitchen to where he stood, glancing at the recipe on the work top you giggle. “You're doing this for me?”
“I am,” He wraps his arm around you, drawing you close and kissing the top of your head. “Why don't you go relax, it will be a while and I will get your coffee.”
“Or,” You hug him tightly, “I can make the coffee, then we can do this together.”
“It's your surprise, though, duck.” Henry pouts and you kiss him sweetly.
“I know, but I want to help. Besides, Thanksgiving dinner is a huge undertaking. It requires at least two chefs and probably ten people to eat. Please, tell me we're having guests. I don't think we can eat an entire dinner this size.” You look at all the food he has laid around the kitchen.
“That part I have covered, my brother and his family will be here for four. As well as a few close friends. What do you say?”
“I say Happy Thanksgiving?” You giggle at the look of pride on Henry's face.
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justkending ¡ 4 years ago
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One Night Flame (Epilogue)
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Series Summary: Y/N is a 3rd grade teacher, who had a really bad breakup. To help cheer her up, her friends convince her to go out to a bar on a school night, something she never does now a day, and things take an unpredictable turn. The stranger she meets, and later has a one night stand with, may be harder to get rid of than she thought.
Pairing: Y/N Carter x Dean Winchester
Word Count:  2200+
A/N: Pretty sure I wrote this series last year, and I’m just now getting around to writing a epilogue... OOPS! Anyway, finals are this week, so as soon as Friday comes... I’M FREE FOR 6 WEEKS BEFORE THE NEXT SEMESTER!! Which means, hopefully I can sit down and write:) So, enjoy the little I can write right now, and if you haven’t read the series yet! Please do! It’s a good one;)
Epilogue:
“The turkey Dean! The turkey!”
“Right! Right! I’m getting it…” Dean came from the living room, running through the backdoor as the timer went off for his experimental smoked turkey he was trying out for thanksgiving this year. 
“How do you think it’s going to go?” Sam asked, grabbing his wine glass that you had already refilled twice since he’d been there. 
He was helping you with the side dishes as Jess and her grandparents were in the living room, playing board games, waiting for dinner to be ready. Mon and Benny were also there for your feast since you and Dean had introduced them to each other about a month ago. They had really hit it off actually. Hence, spending thanksgiving with friends this year since they didn’t have really close family. 
“Honestly, pretty good. As soon as he got that damn smoker, he hasn’t stopped researching and finding recipes to use it. Even did a few practice rounds with brisket and pork,” you replied, putting the last bit of the deviled eggs on the platter in front of you before setting it up nicely. 
“Ok, but a whole turkey compared to brisket?” Sam questioned, raising his glass with an eyebrow just as high. 
“Yeah, you’re right. That’s why I doubled up on the sides, and I have a ham in the oven,” you chuckled, placing your hand on your belly unconsciously. 
Sam looked down at the motion. Everyone close to you knew. You told them pretty soon once you found out everything was healthy and on the right track in the pregnancy. 
“So… When do you guys figure out the sex?” Sam said, stepping closer and with a smile. “It’s getting close to that time right?”
It was. You were a little over 3 and a half months pregnant. You were the tiniest bit showing, but as soon as the bump became even a little visible, Dean couldn’t keep his hands off of your stomach. It was like he had magnets connected to them. You actually had gotten the results back yesterday, but were waiting to tell the whole family. Dean wanted to wait until his parents were in town, but as soon as you got the letter he almost ripped it open in excitement. Lucky for you, you hid it and convinced him to wait one more day like you planned. 
“Yeah actually. We, um,” you leaned in making sure no one snuck into the kitchen while you told him the little secret. “The letter came yesterday. We’re planning on opening it with all you guys after dinner.”
“After?!” Sam shouted, getting a hush from you. “Aw, come on. You’re going to make us wait?”
“They don’t even know their waiting,” you giggled, turning to the rolls now. Making sure the butter and silverware was out for final touches. 
“But I do, and now I have to wait,” Sam kinda pouted reminding you of Dean. 
“Hey, you asked, and I answered. Plus, you’re going to be waiting 45 minutes max. Who’s to say Dean can even wait that long,” you laughed again rolling your eyes. 
“Ok, turkey is done, and boy do I have a good feeling about it,” Dean said coming in with a proud smile. 
“Have you finally mastered the smoker?” you asked, placing a hand on you hip and the other on straightening your shirt. 
“Oh sweetheart, can’t you smell the victory. I’ve more than mastered it,” he winked walking over and placing that magnet of a hand on your belly without even thinking twice. 
“It’s not just in the smell. We have to taste it too,” Sam snorted. 
“Shut up bitch,” Dean huffed. 
“Dean,” you groaned knowing Jessie was in the other room. 
“Jerk,” Sam retorted instantly. 
“Children!” you interrupted. “Dinner smells amazing, and we should probably invite our guest to eat it before it gets cold. Hmm?” you said poking Dean’s side. 
“Ok, ok. I’ll start carving the turkey. Sam go get everyone,” Dean leaned in giving you a peck on the cheek before moving to the giant bird wrapped in foil. Once Sam was out of the room Dean pulled you close to where he was. “So, you have the envelope?”
“It’s still tucked away from you, you little sneaker. I’ll grab it once we finish dinner.” You maneuvered to where you leaned your cheek on his shoulder and a hand around his back as you watched him carefully begin to carve the turkey. He wasn’t wrong, it did smell amazing. 
“I was thinking maybe before dinner, and then we eat in celebration,” he said bargaining with you. “I mean, I was just thinking…”
“Just thinking? Like thinking all night, just thinking?”
“Maybe…” he dragged out. 
You let out a sigh with a little laugh as you squeeze his bicep. “Ok you impatient man. I’ll go get the envelope. We can do it before dinner if that’s ok with everyone.”
Dean pumped a fist in the air before giving her a big kiss on the cheek. “You go grab that, and I’ll finish carving up this bad boy. Hey Sam, you got everyone?” he shouted toward the living room as Y/N walked out. 
A few minutes later, everyone was in the kitchen looking at the buffet style of thanksgiving goodies scatter across the counter tops. Mashed Potatoes, rolls and biscuits, turkey, gravy, vegetables, stuffing, sweet potato and green bean casserole, the list went on. Y/N walking in last with the envelope in her hands discreetly. Dean saw her slightly wave it at him and he smiled before clapping his hands together. 
“Ok everyone, first off, thank you for allowing Y/N and I to host this year and bring you to our house. We are so very thankful for each and everyone of you, and could not ask for a better group of people in our lives.” Dean smiled as Y/N came and positioned herself into his side. Reflectively, his arm wrapping around her waist pulling her as close to him as he could get her. “We are also very grateful for another thing that happened to us this year,” he grinned, moving a hand to her belly. 
“Immensely,” Y/N smiled at him. The crowd in front of them happy to see their love. “Because of that, we thought why not have some of our favorite people here to share the next step in our news.” She turned back to them. 
“Wait, what next step?” Mary asked, standing next to her husband.
“Oh, hell yeah,” Sam cheered, getting a small slap to the arm by his mom at the language. “Sorry.”
“Wait, do you guys know the gender?” Smart little Jessie spoke up.
“That we do,” Dean grinned all proud. 
“Hey Jessie,” Y/N said, bending down some to her level. “The results are in this envelope. Do you want to open them and read it for us?” 
“I don’t want to mess it up,” she said, slightly nervous. 
“That’s ok. I’m sure your dad would love to help you,” Y/N encouraged.
“Yeah, come on over here Jay. I’ll help ya figure it out,” Sam said squatting with open arms. 
She nodded, taking the envelope and Dean helped Y/N back to her feet before they stood next to each other ready for the reveal. 
“Oh, this is so exciting!” Monique jumped up and down. The rest of the room balancing on their toes in excitement watching Jessie and Sam open the little white paper treasure chest. 
“I’m going to have another grandbaby!” Mary cheered her hands held tightly together as John laughed. 
“Ok, let’s see,” Sam said, scanning the paper for the information, and then pointing it out to Jess. “You ready?”
The excitement for the parents caused them to hold each other tightly in anticipation. 
“Can I say it?” Jessie asked, waiting for confirmation as she looked at her dad. 
“Yeah, go for it.” 
“It’s a girl!” Jessie jumped up and down as Sam smiled. “I’m going to get another girlfriend!”
“Oh my God!” Dean shouted, turning to Y/N and picking her up off the ground gently. The rest of the room cheered and jumped with joy as well. “We’re having a baby girl!”
“We are!” Y/N laughed holding onto Dean.
Once everyone had had their moment to jump and scream, they went around hugging and congratulating the couple. 
“I say we dine to that,” Dean said, raising a beer. 
“I agree with that,” Y/N nodded, raising her sparkling cider. 
Everyone dug into their meals and conversation went around the table. Some about school, some about the fire station, some about John thinking of adding on to the garage he ran. But the main topic of interest… Baby names? Nursery ideas? Who do you think she’s going to look like? When is the wedding again?Are you going to take off extra time at work? Have you gone dress shopping yet? How about babysitters? Do you know any around the area? 
“Oh, don’t worry about babysitters. That’s what the grandparents are for. And since I work from home, I’ll gladly take her off your hand when the time comes,” Mary winked. 
“We’ll definitely be calling you sometime mom. Don’t worry,” Dean laughed leaning back after a full meal. “Now, where’s the pie?” 
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Later that night.
“So a girl? You think you can handle that?” Y/N smiled as she pulled the covers back and maneuvered to her side of the bed. Her nightly routine was all done as Dean brushed his teeth in the connected bathroom. 
“Of course I can handle that. I helped Sammy raise Jessie. What? You think I can’t do it? Think of me as a boy dad?” Dean wrinkled eyebrows after spitting the toothpaste out. 
“Dean, no one said anything about you not being able to do it. I’m just saying, and even Jessie hasn’t got to this age, girls tend to grow up and-” she started. 
“No, no. I’m not talking about growing up and starting dating, if that’s what you’re getting at. Cause she’s still a little bean in your belly, and even after she comes out, she’ll be a little bean forever,” Dean started.
“I was going to say that I feel like teenage angst with girls is a lot harder, but you just skipped right to the dating part,” Y/N laughed, grabbing her book on her bedside and gently running a hand up and down her stomach. 
“Either way, I’ll take care of it,” Dean said as he flossed in the mirror. “By the way, any of those names mentioned at dinner sound any good to you?”
“Although I love your mom, I don’t think Bertha is going to be up there…”
“Yeah, I don’t know where she got that. I think it was a family name way back when, but I’m not even so sure about that,” Dean cringed coming back in the room. “What about Daisy? That was Jessie’s, wasn’t it?”
“Eh, not bad, but I feel like there is something better. No offense to Jess.”
“Yeah, agreed,” he said, sliding in the bed and making himself mold into Y/N’s side as she read her book in one hand, and played with his hair in the other. 
“What about Winona?” Y/N offered. 
“Like Ryder?” Dean perked up.
“Well I guess, but that wasn’t who I was thinking of. Just liked the name,” she chuckled.
“What about Ryder? That’s badass,” Dean said no in his own world. When he didn’t get a response he looked up to see Y/N with a bitch face. “What?” 
“Nothing, dork,” Y/N sighed. “But let’s keep our options open. 
“Ok, hit me with another.”
“I like Reese…”
“Not bad, not bad. What about Dakota?” Dean countered. “I have a really good friend that lives up there in South Dakota.” 
“Who do you know in South Dakota,” Y/N shrugged, going back to the book in front of her. 
“Same person who was able to pull some strings and get me your address when I first met you,” Dean admitted. 
“What?” Y/N said looking back at him. 
“Her name’s Jody. She’s in the police force up there, and she has some outs and ins with the big people,” Dean wiggled his eyebrows. 
“You little rascal. You really went above and beyond to bring me that scarf back,” Y/N laughed. 
“I had to see ya again darling. Can you blame me?” Dean leaned up kissing her cheek. “Hey, let’s talk about all this tomorrow. Cooking up Big Bird himself made me tired. Then you add in-”
“The 3 slices of pie you ate on top of your thanksgiving plate? Yeah, you’re about to have a carb and sugar crash.”
“You guessed it.”
“Get some sleep Dean-o,” she smiled as he cozied up into her while she read her book. Within minutes his soft snoring took up the room. Like every night, he had to fall asleep with at least one of his hands on her stomach. She woke up with him doing the same thing too. “You’re going to be an amazing father, Dean Winchester. Glad I’m doing this with you.”
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Galactica, Chapter 51 (Group Fic) - TheDane/Veronica
A/N: Click here if you’re looking for previous chapters (or here if you’d rather read on AO3). 💫
Last Chapter: Courtney arrived at Bianca’s penthouse and Violet met Sutan’s mother and neither of them burst into flames.
This Chapter: We dine. (Thanksgiving Chronicles 2 of ???)
***
“I thought,” Raja reached out, taking an empty chocolate wrapper from Raven’s hand. “That you didn’t like Beng-Bengs, Princess?”
They were sitting in the living room, three couches carefully arranged around a round coffee table, the sweet scent of incense in Raja’s nose. All the walls were filled with photos, the window stills overflowing with plants and flowers. She could hear her mom in the kitchen, Murni waving her away when she had tried to lend a hand, the fact that she was pushing 70 apparently not an issue.
“Shut up.”
Raja chuckled, leaning even further back on the couch, her arm around Raven’s shoulder. Raven had gone directly for the candy dish as soon as they had entered the house. The Beng-Bengs were a chocolate treat from Raja’s childhood, either her mom or dad always asking their family back in Indonesia to send some along whenever they received care packages.
Raven swallowed the last bite, reaching for the bowl to grab a kopiko, her girlfriend eating like she was possessed.
“Mmmh,” Raven moaned, closing her eyes as she bit into the chewy coffee candy.
“You know,” Raja turned her head, putting her lips against Raven’s temple. “Maybe, it’s time to consider if you want to continue doing swimwear.”
“Why?” Raven looked up at her, an annoyed expression on her face. “You think I can’t do it?”
“No.” Raja ran her fingers through Raven’s hair, the strands silky smooth as always. Raja didn’t want to make decisions on Raven’s career, those choices up to her brother. Sure, she always gave her opinion when Raven asked, and was always ready to guide her and help her, but at the end of the day, Raja prefered to have those lines in their relationship. “I just don’t know if it’s really worth it for you.”
“Raj-”
“All I’m saying,” Raja smiled, lowering her voice to make sure her mom couldn’t hear her, “is that it usually takes a good 45 minutes to make you moan like that.”
“Maybe the chocolate is just better than you?” Raven huffed, and Raja couldn’t help but laugh as she leaned in, stealing coffee flavored chocolate kisses from her fiancée.
***
“Hey munchkins,” Katya smiled as she reentered the kitchen, a box of decorations in her arms. “How is everyone doing?”
Katya had just spent the last 35 minutes setting up the living room, hanging a garland of Fall leaves, arranging her most impressive ever cornucopia, and putting out the special Thanksgiving tablecloth with little turkeys all around the edge that Trixie had made her for their first Thanksgiving together.
“You do realize,” Max looked up from where he was rolling out the puffed pastries, his back bent slightly so he could use the kitchen counter, “that we’re not actually children, right?”
“Speak for yourself-“ Pearl pointed at him with the potato peeler, yellow rubber gloves on her hands. “It’s so unfair I always have to peel the potatoes. I don’t even like them.”
“That’s because it’s the one job you can’t fuck up,” Trixie grinned, and Katya smiled at him, her fiancé standing at the stove with his ‘kiss the cook’ apron on, caramalizing the onions, a pumpkin ale next to him.
“I could stir onions.”
“You could,” Katya opened their pantry, where boxes filled with decorations for every holiday (except Christmas, which had its own basement storage unit all to itself) took up half the shelves. “But we don’t want another house fire.”
“It’s not a fire if it doesn’t leave the pan!”
Max snorted, and Katya laughed. “Sure baby, sure.”
“Is that Pearl whining again?” asked a voice in the doorway, and Katya turned to see Kim. She’d generously agreed to cook the turkey in her oven, since that would free up Katya and Trixie’s for the rest of the food, and had left to baste.
“Of course. How’s the turkey?”
“Your bird is looking moist and delicious,” Kim answered, and Max visibly shuddered.
“Must you use that word?” he asked, and Kim stepped up to him.
“What word?” she inquired, leaning right up to his ear, cooing a teasing, “You mean mmmoist?” directly into his ear.
“Gah!” Max cringed again, all of them giggling at his overreaction.
“Kimmy, can you start the pumpkin pie filling?” Katya asked, getting down the cans from the shelf and laying a recipe card on the table.
“Of course!” Kim picked up the card and looked it over while Katya bustled around the kitchen, pulling out the various spices and ingredients she would need.
“Ugh, she gets pumpkin pie?” Pearl whined.
“You want a piece of me, potato bitch?” Kim asked, and Trixie burst out laughing, repeating ‘potato bitch,’ softly to himself.
“Kids!” Katya clapped her hands and the whole group looked at her. “You’re all marvelous and essential, and I love you.”
“Gross,” Pearl said, but the smile on her face betrayed her words.
***
“Ha!” Sutan smiled triumphantly, the metal lid on the bird feeder finally popping open. “There we go!”
Sutan and Violet were out in the backyard, Violet sitting on the deck in a lawn chair, while Sutan had braved the moist Autumn grass to make his way to the big pear tree in the corner.
“Throw me the seeds, would you?” Sutan looked over his shoulder, Violet wrapped up in his jacket so she wouldn’t be cold since had forgotten her own in the car.
“The seeds?” Violet raised an eyebrow, but she still patted his jacket down, her eyes widening when she found a packet in the right pocket. “... Did you bring bird seeds with you from Manhattan?”
“Maybe?” Sutan grinned, catching the seeds in the air when Violet threw them. He hadn’t expected her to follow him into the garden, had figured he could slip away without anyone noticing, but while Raven had absolutely warmed up to VIolet, and his twin seemed to genuinely like her, he wasn’t exactly sure if Violet felt the same way about his sister and her fiancée.
“Is this a normal occurrence?” Violet was smiling, watching him with her brow eyes.
“That I fill the bird feeders?” Sutan got up on his toes, tipping the packet to fill it up about half way. “Or being in the garden?”
“Both?”
“My mom isn’t as young as she used to be,” Sutan shrugged, moving from one feeder to the next. “And she’s not very good at asking for help, so I always try to do something in the garden whenever I’m here.”
Murnis age was something he tried not to think about, something he tried to push away, the idea that his mom wouldn’t be there one day one of the few things that genuinely terrified him.
“It’s a very beautiful garden.”
“You should tell her that,” Sutan smiled, the complement sounding completely genuine. “She’s very proud of her marigolds.”
“She should be.”
Neither of them said anything for a little while, Sutan getting some of the last pears from the tree. He knew they had to go back inside, that his mom was probably putting the finishing touches on their Thanksgiving dinner, but he figured he’d maybe have time to take a look at the greenhouse too, Violet thankfully not the type of person who kicked up a fuss when he took his time.
“Did you grow up here?” Sutan turned around, Violet practically swallowed up by his jacket as she was cuddled up.
“No. When we got to America, my family lived in Iowa. This house is actually the first thing Raja and I ever bought, when we started making money. Our first piece of real estate.” Sutan smiled at the memory of when Raja had finally, finally, finally gotten the pay check that pushed them over the edge. “We still lived in a shitty one bedroom apartment in Manhattan, but we knew we wanted to do something for our parents. Wanted to make sure Ayah and Bunda had a good place to stay and for them to be closer.”
“Ayah?”
“It means dad. In Indonesian.”
“Oh…” Violet paused, looking at his face, and Sutan really hoped it wasn’t obvious how much it hurt to think about his dad. “He isn’t here, is he-”
“He died when I was 32.” It was weird that Violet didn’t already know, weird that she hadn’t stumbled on it yet since the gossip sites and magazines had certainly covered how it had wrecked both him and Raja, a simple google search enough to know his entire life story, but Sutan appreciated that she wanted to hear it from him too. “Cancer.”
“I’m sorry.” Violet looked genuinely upset, empathy clear on her features.
“It’s okay,” Sutan forced a smile. “It was a long time ago.”
It didn’t feel like it, but that wasn’t Violet’s burden to bear, Sutan’s regrets of how he’d never get the chance to talk to his dad again and apologize his and his alone.
***
Once Courtney had a couple of drinks in her, she found herself forgetting to be nervous or uncomfortable about being in the fanciest apartment she’d ever seen, and just began having a good time with her bestie, enjoying Bianca’s generous hospitality and the attention that still made her heart go a little fluttery when their eyes met.
By the time Bianca appeared in the den again to tell them that dinner was ready, they’d abandoned the karaoke machine and were curled up on the couch, watching the parade, Adore’s head in Courtney’s lap.
“You guys ready for dinner?”
“Ugh, vegan Thanksgiving. I am not looking forward to this,” Adore grumbled, poking Courtney in the arm. “Did you know she was gonna do that? Get everything vegan?”
Courtney’s eyes widened--she wasn’t expecting that, not at all. She’d been surprised that the appetizers were vegan, but the whole meal? She looked at Bianca with gratitude and shock, asking, “Really?”
“Most of it. Adore whined so much about the stuffing that I made her some the good old-fashioned Cuban chock-full-of-meat way.”
“You did?!” Adore jumped up excitedly, clapping her hands.
“I did. I used Abuelita’s recipe.” Bianca cuffed her playfully on the ear. “Happy?”
“I take back everything I said, you’re still my favorite sister.” Adore slung an arm around Bianca’s shoulders as they walked down the hall. “You didn’t forget my Hillshire Farms, did you?”
“No, bitch, I didn’t forget your Hillshire Farms. I even put it out all nice on a plate so you don’t have to eat straight out of the package like you do at home.”
“Yaaas, sounds classy as fuck.”
Courtney was completely unprepared for the sight that met her when they stepped into the dining room. The table was laden with beautiful, vibrantly colorful Autumnal dishes - enough for at least ten people.
“Oh my god.”
Bianca looked over at her. “Something wrong?”
“No! No, it’s absolutely...just so much, I wasn’t expecting this. Are more people coming?”
“Courtney. You live in America now. And you know what Thanksgiving is all about?”
“Gratitude?” Courtney guessed, still overwhelmed at the spread.
“No, baby. No. It’s about coming together, and, whether you are hungry or not, eating until you can’t possibly take another bite. And then having dessert.”
Courtney laughed, taking her seat. “I guess I’m not fully assimilated, huh?”
“You’ll learn.”
“I don’t even know where to start.”
“Try this. It’s the vegan version of Adore’s favorite relleno de pavo,” Bianca said, spooning some onto her plate, along with about five other things, Courtney quickly losing track.
She’d been to a family Thanksgiving dinner once before, during a short-lived college relationship with a guy who Adore had nicknamed “Wonder Bread,” and it was nothing like this: a meal of dry turkey, bland mashed potatoes, overcooked green beans in some kind of hideous mushroom sauce, and candied yams straight from a can. This meal was like something she’d get at a 5-star farm to table restaurant, fresh and delicious, somehow reminding her of her mother’s vegetable garden, something she didn’t realize she was missing so badly until she was tasting it. It was so good, she forgot to say anything, soon greedily gobbling up everything she could get her hands on.
“So...what do we think? Can I put the chef on a repeat list?” Bianca asked, and Courtney nodded vigorously, mouth full.
“I’m actually shocked how good this corn pudding is,” Adore said, mouth full. “Who knew vegan butter would be so good?”
“Well, vegan butter is margarine. And you’re garbage, so you love margarine.”
“I really do, man.”
Bianca laughed, chuckling slightly, finishing her wine.
“Anyone want another drink?”
“I’ll get it!” Adore said, rising from her seat.
“Thanks.”
Once she’d left the room, Bianca turned to Courtney, who was still gorging herself on all of the delicious dishes before her. She touched Courtney on the wrist, sending little tingles up her arm as she tried to quickly swallow the persimmon and kale salad in her mouth.
“Listen, I want to thank you for being so sweet with her, and looking out, you know? I know she pretends she’s a tough girl, but-she really needs TLC right now.”
Courtney wiped her mouth and answered, “Of course. She’d do the same for me. She has done the same for me.”
“Good. I mean, not that you...uh, needed, y’know-”
Courtney smiled, wondering if there was anything cuter than someone with Bianca’s self assuredness getting flustered and tongue-tied. “I know what you mean.”
“I’m just glad that someone gentler than me is there for her. You know, I’m not so great with the touchy-feely stuff.”
“I think you do okay,” Courtney said, unable to tear her eyes from Bianca’s. And then Courtney’s chest flooded with guilt at the next thought. A fleeting second where she imagined Bianca taking care of her, too. Fortunately, Adore came back into the room at that exact moment, two bottles of wine in hand, letting her shake the thought right from her head, reaching for a whole grain dinner roll to distract herself from it all.
“Bitch, I have never seen you eat like this,” Adore commented, laughing.
“Well, you’ve never seen me with food this good. Who was this chef, anyway? Can I marry them?”
“I’ll pass along the proposal. Although I’m not sure her wife will be too pleased,” Bianca said.
“I can share,” Courtney suggested sweetly, batting her lashes, making Bianca laugh.
“Or, you know...you can just marry someone with the resources to hire her whenever you want.” Bianca swirled the wine in her glass.
“Hmm...I don’t know anyone like that,” Courtney told her. “I run with a pretty low-rent crowd.”
“Pity.”
Courtney giggled into her plate, wondering if she should ease up on the alcohol, since that warm, light-headed feeling was taking over.
***
“Come on, come on,” Juju muttered to herself, digging through her bag, everyone's jackets piled high on her aunt's bed. She was looking for her daughter’s toy monkey, Julia falling outside and hitting her knee while playing with her cousins. She was okay, but she had asked for her toy, if only Juju could find it.
“Juju?” The door opened, and Juju looked over her shoulder to see her husband stand there, thankfully without one of their children on his arm.
“Give me a second-”
Detox closed the door, and Juju paused, her eyes narrowing. “What are you doing?”
“Me?” Detox grinned, his eyes sparkling with an almost predatory glee. “Oh, nothing.” He reached behind him, flicking the lock. “Nothing at all.”
“De-” Juju almost wanted to get upset, her entire family just outside, and she still hadn’t seen Julia’s knee for herself. “I have to get-”
“Your dad put a bandaid on her,” Detox smiled, walking over to her, and Juju couldn’t help but notice how good he looked, “and she’s watching TV with Kelly.”
“Ah.” Juju chuckled, her oldest an absolute sweetheart when her siblings needed her, even though she often tried to act too cool for school. “Well then-”
“Well then,” Detox walked into her space, “I think we have more than enough time.” He put his hands on her waist, pulling her in, her belly bumping against his hips.
“Time for what?”
“Time for this.” Detox leaned down, their lips meeting in a heated kiss, Detox lips tasting faintly like the Beerloa the Laotian part of her family loved.
“De-” Juju broke the kiss, trying to pull back. “We have to-”
“Come on,” Detox smiled. “Live a little. Not like you can get pregnant right now.”
“I hate you so much-” Detox gave her a peck, and Juju could feel her knees buckle, her hands going to his hips, her fingers grabbing the belt loops on his pants as she allowed herself to fall back on the bed.
***
“Okay well...vegan Thanksgiving was less gross than I thought,” Adore said, putting her head on the table.
“We’re glad you didn’t suffer too much,” said Bianca.
“I think it was fucking perfection,” Courtney said, a happy grin on her face as she scraped the last of the cranberry mousse from her plate.
“I mean, I’m not complaining,” Adore added, reaching for another apple hand pie, and after a pause, a second.
“Oh no? That’s a first,” Bianca chuckled.
“Well to be fair, most vegan food is crap. This was an exception,” Adore said, slathering her pies with what was probably quinoa-based whipped cream and taking another pumpkin blondie square for good measure.
“Mmhmm…” Bianca said, judgment dripping from her pursed lips, laughing when Adore stuck her tongue out. She then turned to Courtney, who had gently tapped her on the arm.
“Where’s your restroom?”
“There’s one right through there.” Bianca pointed, and Courtney smiled.
“Thanks! Be right back!”
Adore eyed her sister, watching her face, eyes glued to Courtney as she left the room. It took Bianca about ten full seconds before she realized that she was being watched herself. She turned to Adore, took in her smirk, and scowled.
“What?”
“Nothing. It’s just fun to see you bark up the wrong tree. Not used to you being rejected.” Adore rested her chin on her hand, popping a bite of blondie into her mouth.
“Shut up.”
Adore laughed. “No, it’s cool. Very humanizing.”
“First of all, I’m not barking anywhere, so you can put your little smug face away. And second...what makes you so sure I’d even be rejected?”
“Please.” Adore rolled her eyes. “I know my girl, Bianca. She’s straight.”
“Okay.” Bianca set down her coffee cup.
“I mean, if you got another seven or so drinks in her, maybe she’d let you-”
“Alright, enough. Now you’re being gross,” Bianca said testily.
“Sorry. But can I just give you one tip?”
“What?” Bianca asked, face stern.
“Tequila shots.”
Bianca tried valiantly to keep the cross look, but after a few seconds, she broke, dimples deep in her cheeks. She balled up a linen napkin and chucked it at Adore’s face.
Outside, the rain had let up, a few rays of evening sun breaking through the clouds.
“Hey, do you mind taking the dogs out for a walk before it starts raining again? Just a little one, they’ve been out to the terrace.” Bianca rose from her seat and began clearing some dishes from the table.
“Yeah, no problem.” Adore headed for the door, intercepting Courtney on her way back from the bathroom. “Come with me, we’re walking the dogs.”
“Oh...but doesn’t Bianca need help with the-”
“Nope!” Adore pulled her by the hand towards the door, grabbing their coats and strapping the dogs into their harnesses.
It wasn’t until they were safely outside when she finally felt comfortable giving her friend...well, not a warning exactly.
“So listen,” she began, and Courtney turned to her, head cocked. “I’m sure you already know this, but my sister is kind of a player.”
“Uhhh…”
“Come on. You must have heard stories.”
“I guess I have, but I–”
“It’s my fault. I should have…I dunno, I should have warned you about B’s weakness for pretty blondes. And I know it’s just your personality to be sweet and friendly and a bit of a flirt. But you’re totally gonna give her the wrong idea.”
Courtney bit her lip and turned away, and Adore felt bad.
“Don’t be embarrassed! I’m not saying that you’re doing anything wrong. It’s just...she’s not really used to people turning her down, so...”
“Right.”
Courtney didn’t seem to have much more to say, and Adore worried that maybe she’d offended her.
“I’m sorry, boo, but this is just something you have to consider when you’re the most charming, beautiful, kind, funny, smart…”
Courtney started laughing, cutting her off with a hug.
“I get what you’re saying. You can stop laying it on so thick.”
Adore smiled, then realized that her phone was ringing. She handed the leashes over to Courtney and looked at it, surprised at the name on the display.
The last one she thought she’d see, especially today.
Pearl.
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Thanksgiving is Gonna Be Weird: A Survival Guide for 2020
It’s 2020, the pandemic is worse than ever, and the holidays are right around the corner. No matter what, this is going to be a weird Thanksgiving for a lot of people. With travel restrictions in place and most of us having a mighty desire not to murder our friends and family by spreading around a disease, there’s a good chance that you’re going to be celebrating a bit differently this year. 
And, hey, maybe you decide not to celebrate at all. Which is perfectly valid! 
But maybe you’re staring down the possibility of your first Thanksgiving on your own, or feeding just the small group you live for rather than a big crowd, or some other unusual circumstance. And if that’s the case, I wanted to compile together some resources/ideas to help you out. I know this isn’t my usual horror fare, but...well, I hope it’s helpful, regardless. 
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“Help, I’ve Never Made Thanksgiving Dinner Before” Starter Kit
Maybe you’ve always gone home for the holidays but are currently stuck in an apartment with a few roommates, and none of you have any intensive cooking skills. Maybe you always take the kids to Grandma’s house and have never had to contribute more than a side dish but now really want to do a proper Thanksgiving feast for your partner(s), kid(s) and whoever else lives in your house. 
Never fear! A Thanksgiving feast doesn’t have to be intimidating! In fact, Thanksgiving foods are usually pretty simple; the most challenging part of the whole feast is the project management aspect of working with a lot of different dishes and getting everything ready at once. But the smaller your crowd to feed, the easier that is! 
So, the first thing you’ll want to do is come up with a menu. Sit down and write a list of all the foods you normally eat and enjoy on Thanksgiving. If something is served at your family meal that you’ve never cared for, guess what? You can boot that bad boy right off the list! 
By and large, the standard Thanksgiving feast consists of: 
Roast turkey 
Mashed potatoes
Gravy
Some kind of dinner roll
Cranberry sauce
Some number of vegetable side dishes (often a green been casserole and a sweet potato casserole) 
Some kind of dessert (often/traditionally a pumpkin pie) 
I’ve linked above some easy & favorite techniques/recipes for all of these foods, but of course you can buy time-saving convenience items to get you rolling -- from potato flakes to gravy mix to premade pie. I won’t tell if you don’t. 
If there’s something you’re used to eating every year that you don’t know how to make....call whoever usually makes it! If at all possible, obviously, I’m not recommending you do a seance to talk to your dead great-aunt and get her rolls recipe. Just, like...phone up your friend/family member, get the recipe, and use it as an opportunity to connect. Odds are both of you are missing the human interaction. 
“Hey, That’s Nice, But I Live in a Dorm Room”  Edition 
Okay, okay, I get it. You’re away at college and can’t get home to see your family safely and you’re living in some kind of weird socially isolated dorm situation where you have limited access to cooking implements. Or, shit, idk, maybe you’re couch-surfing or living in a motel or otherwise not in possession of a full kitchen. 
I got you, fam. 
Do you have at your disposal a microwave? Rice cooker? Even an electric kettle will work! 
If you have some way to boil water, you can make instant mashed potatoes, gravy, and stove-top stuffing. If you have a microwave, you can steam some vegetables and bake a sweet potato. For dessert, core an apple, stuff the cavity with brown sugar + cinnamon + butter and nuke in the microwave for 4 minutes. 
It’s hypothetically possible to microwave a turkey, but I wouldn’t recommend it. Instead, I’d opt to buy a deli roast chicken (about $5 at most grocery stores), or even just some turkey deli meat. Alternatively, ham usually just needs to be warmed rather than cooked, and you can buy a big ol’ ham steak at the store for a couple of bucks. 
“I’m Dead Broke Because COVID, Send Help” 
You know the great thing about Thanksgiving food? It’s cheap. No, really! It can be, anyway, especially since a lot of foods go on sale. 
In my area anyway, the local Wal-Mart and Smith’s Grocery have: 
A can of green beans for about 79 cents
A bag of instant mashed potatoes for about $1 
A big can of yams for about $1, or fresh yams for 50 cents/lb (usually a couple sweet potatoes = 1lb) 
Canned corn or peas + corn for 50 cents, or steam-in-bag veggies of your choice for $1 
Stovetop stuffing for $1 or sometimes even 50 cents per box 
Margarine for 79 cents to $1 
Gravy mix packets for 50 cents each
A can of cranberry sauce for $1 or less
Most of these are also available at Dollar Tree! 
A lot of food banks will also be giving out turkeys this time of year, and some grocery stores will give you a free turkey if you spend $50 or $100 on groceries or whatever. Do you have an older relative who needs groceries? Ask if you can go buy their food and deliver it to their door (contactless!) and keep the free turkey.
You can pretty easily feed a group of 4-6 for $20 or so, especially if you’re willing to be flexible on your protein. And what are you doing feeding more than 6 people in the middle of a pandemic, huh? 
“I’m Used to Hosting a Big Dinner But There’s Only Like Three Of Us Living In This House WTF How Do I Scale This Shit Down” 
Maybe you are a Thanksgiving veteran. Maybe you’re accustomed to hosting for a big crowd and cooking a small meal just seems dumb and pointless. I feel you. This is my life right now! But don’t despair! 
The way I see it, you’ve got a couple-three options: 
Option One: 
Cook your turkey + a different side each day, and eat your Thanksgiving feast spread out over a week or so. It’ll keep your leftovers from dominating your fridge, let you eat something fresh, and allow you to enjoy all your favorite recipes. Downside is you’ll have to cook every day, so you tell me if you’re too busy to do that. 
Option Two: 
Cook everything that you normally would, but portion off half of it or whatever to stuff into your freezer, or go deliver it to somebody else’s door. The odds are pretty good that you’ve got a friend or family member who is freaking out about the holiday, and if you can’t see them in person, you can at least drop food off on their porch and then honk aggressively/cheerfully from the safety of your car! 
Option Three: 
Make something different this year. If you’re a foodie, take this as an opportunity to challenge yourself to create something high-maintenance and weird that you wouldn’t normally make. This is a good choice if you’re off work and stuck in your house with nothing else to do. Basically you’re subbing out quantity for quality so the meal still feels special and unique even if it’s, y’know....just you and your cat, or whoever. 
PS: Roasting a whole chicken or a cornish game hen is a fun, small-scale way to get your bird-in-the-oven experience. You can also buy a turkey breast and just cook that, which will be a lot faster than the whole bird anyway. 
"I’m An Essential Worker And I’m Working Thanksgiving And Have No Time To Do ANYTHING, What Now?” 
Dude, I get it. And whether you’re a doctor, nurse, grocery store employee, or whatever other essential service-worker, my heart goes out to you because hoo boy this year has been shit, hasn’t it? I can’t do anything about the hazard pay situation, but I CAN tell you that there are a few places offering delivery-based Thanksgiving meal options! 
You might want to search around a bit for your specific area. Cracker Barrel, Marie Callendar’s, Boston Market, and other types of branded “home-cooking” type restaurants tend to have some kind of Thanksgiving thing. Why not call your local restaurant fav to see if they’re doing something similar? Most restaurants are desperate for a way to stay afloat right now, so a ton of places that don’t traditionally deliver are offering curbside service now. It’s worth a try! 
So, there you have it. 
I hope some of these tips taught you something new, pointed you to a helpful resource, or gave you some ideas. More than anything, I just want everybody to be safe and happy this holiday. So, please -- get creative, wear your mask while you’re shopping, avoid the get-togethers, and be careful. You may save a life! 
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janeyseymour ¡ 4 years ago
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So Thankful
For my dear friend Ay: I don’t think I followed the prompt all that well and I definitely had ideas that didn’t make it into it because I knew what I wanted to write, but then I forgot them... so this is what we’re working with. I hope you enjoy dear friend!
Thanksgiving was always chaotic in the house of the queens. The first year that they were back was quite confusing to all of them.
“Hey Lina?” Jane beckoned the first queen over to where she was standing at the calendar.
“What’s up Jane?”
“Do you know what Thanksgiving is?” She pointed at the word written across that day.
“Oh! I do!” Anne bounced in from the living room. “So, it started when America became colonized in the 1600s by Britain. The pilgrims had a feast. Well, a while later, Lincoln, America’s 16th president, declared it a day. In 1789, the congress passed it as a national holiday that is celebrated every November on the fourth Thursday. It’s a day where families get together and eat. They typically go around the table before their meals and ask what everyone is thankful for. To me, it’s kind of silly that that’s what the holiday has come down to considering the rich history of it, but-”
“We’re celebrating it. We all have so much to be thankful for, and we need to recognize it.”
“Cool. I’ll tell the others.” Anne ran upstairs, her small footsteps sounding like a herd of elephants as she called for the others.
“Wait! Anne!” Jane called. “What are we supposed to eat?”
“Turkey! Stuffing! Cornbread! Corn! Vegetables! Mashed potatoes! Mac n Cheese! But not the boxed kind- homemade. You know, that kind of stuff. And dessert! Pies! Pumpkin pie, apple pie, pecan pie! All the dessert!”
Catherine glanced at Jane in confusion.
“I guess when she says she reads, she’s really not lying,” Jane offered with a shrug of her shoulders.
-
And so, here the queens were, a few years later. Not only had they kept up on their tradition of having a Thanksgiving feast, but this year, they had new additions to the meal. 
“So, if you’d like, you’re more than welcome to come over for Thanksgiving. I know Becky, Dawn and Ogie are in town too, and they’re more than welcome to join! The more the merrier!” Jane smiled into the phone. 
“Oh girl, that’d be great. I’ll bring the pies for dessert. What time do you guys normally start eating?”
“We try to have everything set on the table by 3, but you know how that can be. So, it’s usually all done around 5. But you guys are more than welcome to come over at any time that day!”
“Great! And Lu is always more than welcome to come hang out while we do all this stuff if you want her out of your hair.”
“I’m sure she’ll be delighted to hear that,” Jenna couldn’t help but stifle a laugh.
-
Thanksgiving day had come, and the queens house was nothing if not chaotic.
“Anne Boleyn, out of my kitchen!” Jane had screeched for the thousandth time that day. All she was trying to do at this point was make the stuffing with her youngest cousin.
“Janey, I’m just trying to-”
“I know you’re trying to help, and I really appreciate it, but you can’t keep opening and closing the oven door or the turkey is never going to be done! Why don’t you go help Anna?” Anne nodded and bounced down to the basement where they had set up a make-shift kitchen for the fourth queen.
“Hey Jane?” Kat said slowly.
“What?” the blonde hissed, a bit more bark in her voice than she would have liked.
“I cut myself.” The pink haired queen displayed her finger.
“Go clean yourself up. I’m pretty sure Aragon is done with the vegetables for now, so I’ll see if she can help with the stuffing.” Jane put her head in her hands. Of course this would happen. It wasn’t a holiday if Kat didn’t accidentally cut her finger trying to slice bread. 
The fifth queen nodded and walked upstairs, only to have her body in the kitchen replaced with the golden queen’s.
“How ever did I expect this to happen?” Catherine grinned, rubbing a hand on Jane’s shoulder on her way to Kat’s station. She grabbed a new knife and continued on with the bread cutting. “Relax Jane. It’s all going to be okay. And think of it this way: Jenna’s in charge of dessert this year, so that’s one less thing you have to worry about.”
“You’re right, but with the-” Jane counted in her head. “-six extra mouths to feed, we have to really up our game and make double what we usually make. And Jenna’s pregnant.”
“Hey, you know Dawn and Lu eat like birds. Together, they make up one of our mouths.” The doorbell rang. “Speaking of, there’s Lu now.” The two motherly queens walked to the door, and peaked their heads out.
“What’s the password?” Jane allowed herself to be silly for a moment.
“Aunt Janey! And Lina!” Lulu bounced from her spot on her mother’s hip. She squirmed to be let down, eliciting a giggle from the two women in the house.
“She’s been up and begging to come over since five this morning.”
“I was up anyway. Tried to start on the turkey before Hurricane Anne was awake, but she came bouncing down five minutes later. We would’ve let her come.”
“See Mama? I told you Aunt Janey would’ve been up!” 
“Come on in little Lu! We’ve got your apron all ready for you, and I’m sure Annie will be so excited to hear that you’re finally here! She’s been asking about you all morning.” What Jane had said wasn’t far from the truth. Questions about when their little friend would join them began at approximately eight in the morning.
“Be good for your girls!” the baker called out to her daughter who was already bouncing down the queens’ steps to the basement.
“She always is. How are the pies coming along?” Catherine made conversation with the woman.
“Dawn, Becky, and I made 'em up last night. Told the boys they were in charge of putting them in the oven, so they should be almost done!”
“Great. Did you want to come in and have a glass of wine or something?”
“I’d love to, but I promised the idiots at home I’d only be a few minutes. And, I don't entirely trust Ogie and Jim not to burn down my kitchen. I know Becky and Dawn-” Jenna laughed as she remembered the time Becky almost set their diner on fire. “-well, Dawn, could handle it, but not without having a full blown panic attack.”
“I’ve got you. Sounds like you have a couple hurricanes at your house right now.”
“That I do. But now, you’ve got... all of your hurricanes and my little hurricane.”
“She’s never a problem Jenna. I promise you, we all love having her around.”
“If she gets to be too much, let me know and I’ll swing by and grab her until dinner.”
“Appreciate it, but you won’t need to. See you at four?”
“See you at four,” the baker affirmed.
-
“Lulu Pomatter!” the blonde called to the basement, already a bit tense after the antics that morning.
“What Aunt Janey? I’m trying to help Anna decide how much cheese to put on the mac n’ cheese! And the potatoes!”
“Hun, you just need your apron.”
“Oh!” Lulu ran up the steps and allowed Jane to help her into the clothing.
“Your mama wouldn't be too happy if I returned you with food all over you knowing you have a perfectly good apron here, now would she?” the third queen muttered as she tied the piece of cloth around the little girl.
“Thank you!” the girl with pigtails squeezed her surrogate aunt and pressed a sloppy kiss to her cheek before running back downstairs to help Anna and-
“Annie! Stop eating the macaroni!”
“Oh good god,” Jane muttered to herself as she and the first queen continued to cut bread.
-
“Is the turkey almost done?” Anne made her way up the steps with Lulu on her hip.
“No, it’s not. And if you don't want Jane yelling at you again, I suggest you get yourself out of the kitchen,” Aragon responded, not looking up from the book she was reading.
“But I just want to see if-” the green queen cracked the oven door open slightly.
“Anne Boleyn! Close that oven door right now!” Jane’s voice could be heard from the bathroom.
“How did she know?” Lulu whispered, confused. The silver queen wasn’t in the kitchen.
“I swear, she’s got a sixth sense. Maybe she should’ve gone down in history as a witch, not me.” Aragon let out a snort- she wasn’t expecting that to come out of her successor’s mouth.
-
“Aunt Janey?” Lulu watched as the third queen flitted around the kitchen, setting out various dishes on the table.
“What’s up love?” Jane slowed down just a bit to get a look at the sweet girl in front of her. Her heart pained a little, feeling the absence of her son who she so dearly wished was celebrating this holiday with them.
“Could I help set the table?”
“Of course honey! You know where all of the silverware is.” Jane nodded in the direction of the drawer anyway.
-
“Aunt Janey?”
“Yes dear?” Jane didn't turn around from the gravy she was whisking, but she made sure to let the girl know she was listening. 
“Where’s Cathy?”
“Oh, I think she’s up in her room writing some. Do you want to go see her?”
“Can I?”
“I’m sure she would love the company. And maybe, you can pry her away from her work for a little bit.”
“Do you think she might want to read my book with me? I got it at the library! It’s about Thanksgiving!”
“Why don’t we go ask her?” Jane motioned for the girl to follow her up the steps and knocked on the writer’s door.
“Yeah?” Cathy called.
“You’ve got a little munchkin wanting to visit. Think you could tear yourself away from that screen for a-”
“Cath! It’s me! It’s Lulu! Can I come in?”
The door swung open almost instantly. “If I had known you were here, I would’ve come down!” The little girl made grabbing hands towards the queen dressed in blue. 
-
“Hey Lu? Cath?” Jane was standing at the door she had been in front of an hour before. “Dinner’s almost ready. Do you guys want to-”
“Aunt Janey! Look!” The door whizzed open, revealing Lulu, Cathy, Anne, Anna, and Kat all in paper hats covered in glitter, no doubt supplied by the fifth queen. 
“We made you, Lina, Mama, Daddy, Dawn, Becky, and Ogie hats too! And Cathy wrote a play for us to all put on after dinner!”
-
“Hi!” Lulu opened the door for her family, sparkling hat on top of her head.
“Hey guys,” Jane nodded as she opened the door wider for the group to come in, a paper hat with silver sparkles covering much of her blonde hair. 
“Holy moly!” Anne came sprinting over, seeing the three pies that Jenna was balancing along with the two pies in Jim’s hand and one that Dawn was holding. “How many pies did you make?”
“A shit ton,” Becky laughed.
“So you’re Becky?” Anne grinned, knowing that the bold woman was indeed Becky. The queens had heard enough stories to know which woman was which. 
“You’re damn right I’m Becky. And Dawn here, she’s the quietest of us all. Get a couple drinks in ‘er though and-”
“Becky!” Dawn gasped.
“Alright girls, that’s enough for now,” Jenna ordered in her “mom tone”, as the two waitresses liked to call it.
“Lu, are you forgetting to give them their hats?” Catalina, the woman with such regality, had a paper hat decorated with gold sparkles.
“Oh yeah! So, while Aunt Janey and Lina were finishing up with dinner, me and the rest of my girls-”
“The girls and me,” Jim corrected gently.
“-Gosh Daddy. The rest of my girls and me,” she moaned unceremoniously. “Made hats for everyone! Like the pilgrims! And Kat had sparkles and glitter, so we decorated them! Annie told me they all had colors assigned to them for the show they were in, so they kept their colors! Lina is gold, Annie is green, Aunt Janey is silver, Anna is red, Kat is pink of course, and Cathy is dark blue! I made you three-” she handed the women their hats. “-light blue because of the uniforms at my diner. Daddy is black glitter, and Ogie too.” She handed the men their hats.
-
“Alright guys, what are we all thankful for?” Jane looked at the group expectantly.
“Isn’t it right that you start Janey?” Anne looked at her.
“I guess. Okay, well I’m thankful for the roof over our heads, and the food that is about to
be in my stomach. I’m thankful that Anne hasn’t burned the house down yet. And, I’m thankful for all of you. You're the best family that I’ve got. Thank you for helping get this dinner together, and for overall just always being there for me when I need it. Okay, who’s next?”
-
“Good god, I’m so full,” Anne remarked as she unbuttoned her pants.
“Must you do that every year?” Catherine didn’t even try to stop herself from rolling her eyes.
“I hope you’re not too full, because I brought six pies.”
“Which ones?” Anne’s eyes lit up.
-
“Good god, I’m so full,” Anne yawned. “I don't know how you do it Jenna, but all of those pies were amazing.” The second queen had, in fact, helped herself to a slice of each and every pie the baker had brought.
-
Jane and Jenna had the littlest girl laying across their laps. Jim was happy to sit on the couch arm, an arm wrapped around his wife. Anne was curled into Jane’s other side, happy to be small enough to fit on the couch next to Katherine. Aragon was sitting in her recliner, Cathy perched on one couch arm, and Anna was more than happy to lay on the floor, blanket draped over her. Ogie and Dawn found their positions sitting in front of the couch, Becky above them. The hats had been carefully laid down on the kitchen table to be put away for next year.
They had cleaned up and were now watching a movie the little girl requested, but as she fell asleep, the adults began to chat and reminisce.
“I can’t believe we’re lucky enough to spend this holiday all together,” Jenna smiled. “For a long time, Thanksgiving was just Becky, Dawn, and me. But this- this is really great.”
“It’s only gotten better because you decided to join in on the chaos this year.” Jane nudged the baker. “Thank you again for the pies by the way. I’m sure they’ll be gone before the weekend because of someone.” She cast a knowing glance at the green queen curled up into her side.
“So, here’s a weird question for you,” Dawn giggle, a few glasses of wine in. “What’s the best thing that you didn’t have in the 1500s?”
“Comfortable chairs,” Catalina smiled. How she hated sitting in that uncomfortable throne for the twenty-four years she was queen.
“Shoes with wheels in them,” Anne laughed, knowing the third queen would groan.
“Comfortable clothing. I hated those stupid ass corsets we had to wear. I couldn’t work out in them!” Cleves threw in.
“Phones. I love having all of the music in the world in my hand,” Kat added without looking up from her phone.
“Computers. It was so hard physically writing everything down then. Now, if I make a mistake, I can just press the backspace.”
“Jane? You’re awful quiet.” The room’s attention turned towards the blonde, who looked up with tears in her eyes.
“The best thing that I didn’t have in the 1500s was you guys. I’m so thankful for each and every one of you.”
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stardancerluv ¡ 5 years ago
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Gotham Lockdown 2020
Part 13
Summary: Thanksgiving, has come to you, Roman, Victor and his girl!
Warning: Fluffy...ruffled Roman, daddy!kink
You and Doll-face had decided to wake up early, it was Thanksgiving day. So much had to be done.
The elevator was a buzz as the two of you chatted. It was super early and your respective other halves were still soundly sleeping in their beds.
Once downstairs, the two of you went to work decorating the club. Table legs and chairs screeched. Table clothes were fluffed at least three times along with napkins. Plates, silverware were all put out.
The two of you stood back and smiled, “Now, that looks good.” Victor’s girl smiled.
“Oh! Wait...I just remembered.” You ran back to storage. You grabbed a handful of candles and and candle sticks. “We almost forgot these.”
Together you put them all out. They had to be the right height and color. “Ok, now its perfect.” You smiled, you looked down at your watch. You still had enough time to prepare the turkey before the parade would start.
She got out the large oven roaster. You grabbed the turkey. “How did you and Victor get this? It’s huge.”
She smirked. “Victor and I have our ways of doing things.” She began giggling then. “We just managed to sneak one out it out in the shopping cart we had managed to fill up and steal.”
You just shook your head. “Well, you two are far braver then I am. Great that you and Victor did this!”Carefully, you unwrapped the turkey. “You twi certainly saved Thanksgiving.”
“Start running the water and we will rinse it out.” Doll-Face, told you.
“Alright,” you grimaced, nodding. “I will hold it and you can grab those innards.”
Victor’s girlfriend smirked. “I thought you were braver then this.”
“I am but this is just gross.” Soon, she pulled out this and that. “Double check, make sure it’s empty!” She leaned over and smiled. “All clear.”
“Let’s rinse it one more time and then we can stuff it.”
Soon, the veggies and a few of the fruits were chopped. You let her hold the turkey while you stuffed it up. You shoved in the last cinnamon stick and you were happy it was done.
Together in a small dish you made a rub, to season the turkey. Once that was in it was time to out it in the oven. You washed your hands then and took off your apron, “Are you ok with some of the prep while I go and watch the parade with Romy?”
She shook her head. “Not at all...go...I’ll see you soon.”
“Thank you.” Quickly, you ran around the corner to the elevator. A small scream came from you as you bumped into Victor. “You were supposed to still be in bed mister.” you giggled.
“Couldn’t sleep anymore after Doll-face went to go and help you prep.” He admitted, shrugging. “Figured, I’d start helping.”
“You’re so sweet Victor.”
He shrugged. “You better get up there little bird.”
“I’m going, I’m going.”
Grabbing the elevator you went up to the penthouse.
*****
You greeted by a sleep rumpled, slightly grumpy looking Roman. It all melted away way and brightened when he smiled seeing you.
He held out his arms and you hugged him tight. “Happy Thanksgiving, baby.” He kissed the top of your head.
“Happy Thanksgiving, Rommy.”
“Go on over to the sofa, I made it ready for us, I’m just grabbing the popcorn and hot chocolate.”
You smiled brightly, up at him. “You made us snacks.”
He smiled, raising an eyebrow. “We need a little something. Since we won’t be eating till the turkey is ready.”
“True.” Sighing, you just stayed in his arms for a moment, feeling his heartbeat. He was still very warm from sleeping.
*****
Your heart melted as you saw that he brought a big fluffy blanket. Outside you noticed had started to snow. This was perfect, you mused.
“Today,” the person announced on the tv. “We will be airing, the parade from year that everyone loved. It won by a landslide.”
“It’s about to start.” You called out.
“I’m here.” Only lights were coming from outside and the tv. As the snow began to get heavier. He put down, the large mug of hot chocolate and the bowl of popcorn. He held up the blanket behind him. “grab our snacks and cuddle in, baby.”
You smiled. “I’d love to.” You sighed. This was wonderful, you leaned up against him.
As the parade went on, you’d hand him the mug of hot chocolate or a handful of popcorn.
“Oooo” you cooed. “There comes Snoopy!” You exclaimed.
“Damn, you are too cute sometimes, babygirl.” He kissed the stop of your head.
You just happily wiggled against him. “You love it.”
“Only because its you baby” His eyes doubled and a huge smile spread across his face. “There’s my favorite, Grover!”
Now you were the one melting from his ability to be cute, it was rare but sometimes it happened.
He grabbed the mug of the hot chocolate you two shared and he took a big gulp.
You giggled when you saw that he got a hot chocolate mustache.
He looked at you and smiled, “What’s so funny?”
“You have a chocolate mustache.”
He leaned in close, “Take care of it for me baby.”
“I would love to.”
“Oh!” He stopped you and grabbed your chin, “you have some chocolate on your cheek baby.” Tilting, your face up, he slowly licked your cheek.
You sighed, feeling his tongue immediately aroused you. You made a soft sound.
“‘Mm..baby.” He murmured. “You taste good.”
“My turn.” You whisper. You kissed him then. You licked and sucking till the chocolate mustache was gone.
“Straddle me baby.” Getting up you watched as he opened his robe.
Easily straddling him your let your fingers entwine in his chestnut locks. “I’m here.” Your lips met, you enjoyed how he tasted like mixture of himself and chocolate. As you felt his hands move over your body as you kissed, writhed under his touch.
******
Once in the elevator, he kissed your knuckles. “You are gonna love how I make sweet potatoes.” He promised.
You smiled at him. “I can’t wait, where did you come across the recipe?”
Roman, looked off into some murky past that he did not always visit. “I had one nanny, who was actually quite nice. They cared about me and showed me a few things. Sweet potatoes was their specialty.” He chuckled.
You smiled. “I am glad you had a good one.”
“They helped to balance out the others and my parents for that matter.”
“Well, that’s all behind you. Now you are the king of Gotham.”
He smiled. “Damn straight and I have you by my side.”
“I am so glad that I am.” You kissed his cheek, you loved how the slight scruff of the vague shadow of his hair tickled your lip.
He squeezed your hand before walking over to where Victor and his girl were making and preparing their own dishes.
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the-awkward-outlaw ¡ 4 years ago
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Hi! I wanted to request something where the gang enjoys a thanksgiving or Christmas together?? :-)
Honestly, Anon, I’m surprised I got to this before Thanksgiving or Christmas. Anyways, here you go! 
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Holidays are a rare thing for the gang to enjoy because the lifestyles they live prevent them from doing so. Most of them don’t get much more than a “Happy (whichever holiday). Same goes for birthdays. 
However, Dutch and Hosea feel that Christmas is an important holiday that needs celebrating. Not because of the religious factors, but because it’s a holiday about love and unity. The gang needs to be reminded that they all care about one another sometimes. 
Most of the planning goes to Hosea, and he often has to remind Dutch to help out. He doesn’t mind though because when Dutch does get down to plan, he puts his whole heart into it. 
No matter where the gang is located, everyone pitches in to try and decorate camp without drawing too much attention. 
Arthur and Charles cover the hunting bit, gathering turkeys or geese for Pearson to cook. 
Although Pearson’s knowledge of different kinds of food are pretty limited, he made sure years ago to learn a good recipe for roasting birds on an open fire. Everyone appreciated it immensely. 
However, it wouldn’t be Christmas if Lenny and Sean didn’t pull a trick on Pearson. One year Pearson was making stuffing. He turned around for two seconds and his bread was replaced with corn meal. He didn’t realize it until half the bird was stuffed and then he had to pull it all out. He shouted himself hoarse at Lenny and Sean, but they were too busy laughing to care. 
Abigail will usually take Jack and a disgruntled John to town to buy some sweets, and if there’s enough money, maybe even some baked goods. There was one memorable year where John snuck away from them to play poker. He won a decent hand and used it to buy a double layered cake. An extremely rare treat. 
Tilly surprised everyone her first Christmas with the gang by baking a pie in Pearson’s dutch oven. It was so good she’s required to make them every year. Most of the gang agrees it’s not Christmas without Tilly’s pies. 
Karen and Uncle oversee the liquor supplies for Christmas Eve and Day. Uncle always pulls his usual trick of going into town, saying he’s going to buy more booze, but then he’s always found passed out in the saloon. Usually by Arthur and John who always give him an earful and sometimes a good kick. 
Grimshaw is a near terror the week leading up to Christmas. She flaps around camp and shrieks even more at the girls to get the place spick and span. By the time Christmas Eve comes, just about everyone, including the men, are about ready to shoot her. She makes it up by giving out some of the best gifts. 
Speaking of gifts, everyone’s very limited on what they can give simply because of money and availability. A rule was decided years ago when the gang started to get big that no one would give a gift for everyone. Instead, drawings were done and each person was assigned to give a gift for one person. It was Arthur who gave Mary-Beth her first real journal to write in. 
Grimshaw however is the only person who gives a gift to everyone. Dutch will usually give her a portion of the camp’s funds to go (usually after she argues with him about it) and then she goes into town with Tilly to buy everything. 
As far as decorations go, there’s usually a wreath hung up on Pearson’s wagon and mistletoe hung up somewhere. Lenny and Karen usually avoid that spot like the plague while Uncle and sometimes even Swanson will hang around it. Molly usually finds herself beneath it, hoping for Dutch to meet her under it. He usually does. 
No one really thinks about getting a tree as they’re too much hassle, but a few days before Christmas, one will just appear sometime in the night when everyone’s asleep. It was a real mystery the first year it happened until on Christmas Day, Trelawney strolled in, looking his finest. He made the slightest comment about the tree, trying to be sly, but everyone knew he’d done it. He’s done the same thing every year and everyone lets him think he’s being sneaky. 
When Christmas Eve comes, Pearson will lay out a huge dinner featuring the turkeys and geese. He also makes a mountain of mashed potatoes. 
Candles are laid out around camp and lit, which brings a lovely light to camp. 
When the food’s gone and everyone’s stuffed with second helpings of Tilly’s pie, the entire gang gathers around the campfire and sings songs and shares stories. 
Javier always tells the same story of Christmas in Mexico. How his sister would make small stuffed toys for children throughout the entire year and then he would go with her every Christmas Eve and give them to the children of his village. 
Charles will talk about his father, though very briefly. Christmas was not a big thing in his mother’s tribe as they didn’t celebrate it, but his father would always take him out of the tribe for a few hours every Christmas Eve and they’d watch the stars on clear nights or they’d go and make snow figures. 
Before bed, Dutch will usually ask Reverend Swanson to read from his bible about Christmas. However, Swanson is usually too drunk or will come up with an excuse not to do so. Arthur and Hosea are the only ones who know that his bible is fake, that it really hides his supplies of morphine. That doesn’t stop Swanson from reciting a scruffy rendition of the story, even though he sometimes gets it wrong. No one minds though. 
On Christmas Day, everyone wakes up with Grimshaw’s gift nearby. She likes to surprise them with the gifts. Most of the time, the gifts are things they need but they’re nicer quality, such as new clothes. That was how Arthur got his blue striped shirt. It was a gift from Grimshaw after his father’s shirt finally fell apart. He liked the blue one much better, mostly because it never belonged to his father. 
On the year when Abigail was pregnant with Jack, John received a miniature cowboy figure that looked surprisingly like him. He got so annoying with it that it disappeared. No one could confirm it, but it was suspected Abigail hid it. 
Pearson and Mary-Beth work together and make a big breakfast in his cast-iron pot, putting scrambled eggs, boiled potatoes, green onions, sliced peppers and other ingredients into a big cake-like structure. Strauss got haughty about it his first year and called it the mountain-man breakfast. The name stuck much to his dislike. 
After breakfast, the gang gathers around the tables and exchanges gifts. Sean will make fun of everyone’s gift, but he’s the most excited to receive his own. 
Lenny and Hosea almost always receive a book. One year, Dutch was giving to Lenny and he gave him an Evelyn Miller book. Lenny never read it nor did he want to. 
Micah’s the only one who never joins in the festivities, but Arthur and John got him for it. John was assigned to gift him, so he and Arthur went to the market and found a large fruit stand, which was selling pumpkins left over from the season’s harvest. They found the oldest one (this was a few weeks before Christmas) and they left it out in the sun for days on end until it was beginning to rot. They punctured a small hole in it so that bugs could crawl into it. 
When Micah opened his box with the rotting pumpkin, everyone laughed except for him and Dutch. He tried lifting it from the box but the stem ripped the top part of the pumpkin off, revealing the insects inside it. He spent the remainder of the day pouting on the outskirts of camp. 
By nightfall, most of everyone is drunk and singing loudly. Karen is usually pulled away by Sean, but Abigail and John almost always get into an argument. Usually in regards to John being a less-than-satisfactory father to Jack. 
Jack is by far the sweetest member. Days before Christmas, he begs Abigail to go into town and they buy small bundles of flowers (or they go pick them themselves depending where the gang is located at the time). Jack makes a flower crown for everyone. 
Bill says he hates the crowns, but he secretly loves them. He wraps it around his hat, which hides his hair that he’s slicked down with hair pomade. He tries to look a little nicer every Christmas but usually gets made fun of for it by John and Arthur. 
Dutch will always end the celebrating by telling everyone how much they matter to the gang, how life could be a lot worse without their efforts. 
Everyone goes to bed feeling good about themselves and their situations. 
Arthur will usually stay up later than anyone else, watching the stars if they’re not hidden behind clouds. He feels a certain fondness towards everyone (except Micah) on these nights, but often wishes he had someone special to share them with.
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daminettes ¡ 5 years ago
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thanksgiving with the wayne’s
A big thanks goes to @fsketchart for helping me revise this! Gosh you are such a lifesaver! Ilysm <3
Hey guys! I hope you all have a good Thanksgiving! Please rest, you all deserve it! And if you plan on going Black Friday shopping, please be safe! And buy me 346784783 fluffy jackets, ok ty ily all!
lil heads up to clear things up: Damian and Marinette have known each other for about two years in this au, They met when Marinette went down to Gotham for a field trip. And ya you guys can guess the rest they basically fell head over heels for each other but they are both dumb lil babies.
ANOTHER HEADS UP LOL : basically this is going to be the most random thing you’ll ever read! enjoy!!
The autumn leaves crunched at her feet, The breeze blowing quickly causing goosebumps to form against her soft smooth skin.
“Ahh Autumn,” Marinette thought to herself. Marinette loved the thought of fall. She loved the feel of everything, Everything was so beautiful. Different colors of red, orange, and yellow danced around the ground. She especially loved the fashion. She literally would die for a knitted sweater right now.
At this point Marinette was gathering the last bits of ingredients that were on her shopping list. You see, Damian invited Marinette to spend the holidays with him and his family. And of course Marinette couldn’t say no to him. And as an add on, Marinette offered to help cook Thanksgiving dinner with Alfred! Marinette was ecstatic and couldn't wait to see the family.  Marinette snapped out of her train of thought when she realized she was zoning out.  Flushed and embarrassed, she whipped out her wallet to pay the cashier.  The cashier just chuckled and smiled.
“Would that be all Miss?”
“Yes, Thank you!”
“No problem, miss, Have a lovely Thanksgiving!” He said while handing her bags full over spices.
“You too!” Marinette walked out of the store with her thoughts filled with a special loving someone.
“Come on Demon Spawn! Help us decorate the house!” Jason yelped. At this moment, Tim, Dick, and Jason were decorating this house with many different types of decorations you can name! Fake leaves, pumpkins, and cornucopias! They knew Marinette loved fall and they wanted to do something special for her.  Tim was making a list of where he wanted everything to be placed while Dick was setting up the lights.
“Absolutely not.”
“Aw come on! Your girlfriend would love it!” Jason yelled from across the room, as he set the dinner table.  They all knew Damian had a soft spot for Marinette, they just wanted to see the two together!
“Marinette is not my girlfriend, she’s just a friend that I invited over to stay with us.” Damian snarled.
“Yeah right!" Dick said exasperated.  "We've seen the look you give her, baby bird! Come on whenever you look at her you look so happy!”
“He has a point Damian,” Tim added on.
“Oh shut up, and hand me a pumpkin.” Damian snarled while trying to hide his blush.
Different wonderful aromas filled the air. Cinnamon, pumpkin and vanilla scents danced together, leaving a pleasant sweet smell that filled the air.  The kitchen counters were a disorganized mess of different ingredients.
“Hey Alfred, Can you pass me the spice to your left? The stuffing is a bit on the bland side.” Marinette whisper yelled over to Alfred.
“Yes of course Ms.Marinette.” Alfred said while walking over to Marinette and handing over the spices.
“Thank you-”
“WOAH IT SMELLS AMAZING IN HERE!” Dick yelled while running to the table counter.  He looked around and inhaled the sweet scents before signing.  Noticing where the pleasant aroma came from, he gave puppy dog eyes.
“Ohh can I try some? Please Marinette!!!” He begged.
“It's not done yet Dick, maybe later.” Marinette said.
“Aw come on! It's probably already amazing!” He said while trying to steal the bowl away from her.
“No Dick! I want it to be perfect!” Marinette yelled.
Within seconds of fighting over the bowl of stuffing, Dick had finally been able to snatch it right out of Marinette's hands. But everything went into slow-motion as the aluminum bowl slipped out of Dicks grasp and landed straight onto Marinette’s head.
“Oh my god! I am so sorry!” Dick yelped.
“Oh two can play at that game!” Marinette yelled while throwing a hand full of stuffing towards Dick.
“Oh you're so on!” Dick roared while grinning ear to ear.
“You two are insufferable.” Alfred said while leaving the room.
Dick and Marinette spent the next few minutes at war.  The flour was all over their hands and hair as the spice were spilling onto the floor.  The battle became so fierce some of the desserts were beginning to spill onto the floor and get crushed by pots and pans that were falling and flying everywhere.
“What’s going o-” Damian was interrupted by a huge amount of pudding landing right onto his hair.
Some unrecognizable sounds came out of Dicks and Marinette's mouth.
Marinette quickly ran up to Damian, and tried to quickly clean up the leftover pudding that was in his hair. “Oh my gosh! I am so sorry Dami! Dick tried to taste some of my stuffing that wasn’t done yet, and ended up spilling it all over me and that's how this all started! Now everything is ruined! I am really sorry! I can’t believe that happened! Oh my goodness I’m so sorry I ruined everything-”
A soft finger landed on top of Marinette's lips.
“Shh you’re rambling Angel. Don’t worry about it, Dick can be like that sometimes.”
“Hey!” Dick screamed.
“Shut it Dick, Like I was saying its ok, let's get you cleaned up ok?” Damian whispered.
“Ya ok.” Marinette said while looking down  Way to go, Marinette! I can't believe I ruined Thanksgiving dinner! Everyone is going to annoyed...I can't believe I let it escalate that quickly! Marinette thought to herself.
Damian placed two hands under Marinette's chin and lifted it up, causing her to warp back into present time.
“I'm not mad at you Angel, I would never be.” He said while taking her hand into his and rubbing circles around her palm with his thumb.
“Ew you two go get a room!” Dick teased.
“Once again Dick, Shut it. Make sure you clean up this mess ok? And try to salvage some of the food.”
“Ugh why do I have to do it!” Dick whined
“You are the one who started this no? So be the one to finish it.” Damian snarled.
“Ugh fine, But Marinette you owe me one of your MDC originals!”
Marinette giggled, “Ok Dick whatever you say!”
“Come on Mari, Let's get you cleaned up.” Damian said while leading them to her guest room she was staying in.
“Damian you really don’t have to help me, I can do this by myself.” Marinette said while turning around in her seat. They were both seated by her vanity. After that random food fight, Marinette had to shower three times just to take out all the leftover food debris stuck in her hair! Damian insisted on helping her get fixed up. He made sure she was alright by washing her dirty laundry, and by helping her comb her hair.
“It's quite alright Angel, and besides I want to help.”
“T-thanks Dami! But I’m quite capable of combing my hair.” Marinette chuckled.
“Oh I know, It's just fun.” Damian said while combing through the last piece of her tangled hair and placing a feather light kiss on top of it.
“Since you’re all cleaned up, Why don’t we go help Dick clear up downstairs, and try to salvage some of the food?” Damian said while patting her shoulders. Of course he doesn’t want this lovely moment to end, but his brothers would probably start to get suspicious. And he wasn’t in the mood to deal with that right now.
So they weren’t able to salvage any of the food.
During the epic food fight, Dick managed to jump over the counter, bringing the whole turkey down with him.
So what other option did they have?
They ordered take-out. Duh.
They were all scattered around the living room. Bruce and Alfred were sitting at a nearby table talking about the past events, and Tim, Dick, and Jason were sitting right beside the fireplace enjoying their Chinese food, while having an argument about something ridiculous. But Damian didn’t care. The only thing he cared about was the petite body curled up right beside him.  There sat Marinette dozing off right in his arms.
Best Thanksgiving Ever. He thought to himself, right before drifting off to sleep.
HI GUYS !!! I hope y'all enjoyed this, I know this is a random au fic thingy BUT ITS OK. ily all!!
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myhockeyworld87 ¡ 5 years ago
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Nervous Regrets -Tyler Seguin _ Part 21
Word Count: 3737
POV: Reader
Warnings: Language, because I think that I least use one cuss word a story
Notes: We’re prepping for the big proposal guys! Hope you enjoy! Peace, Love and Hugs all!
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The decision to leave your job, ended up being one of the best you ever made; you realized this over the next couple of days. You tried to keep up a normal routine. So some mornings when Tyler would get up and workout; you’d get up and join him, by doing yoga. Other mornings, you didn’t mind cuddling with the dogs while he went to morning skate. Tyler convinced you, that you didn’t need to start looking into new charities until he was on the road again. In fact, his exact words were something like, ‘as your new boss, I’m making your working hours, only when I’m on road trips.’ You literally just shook your head at him and laughed, to which he chased you around the house until he caught you carried you off to bed where you showed him who the real boss of the family was.
 It was like that pretty much everyday, while he was home. By day four you’d christened every room in the new house, some of them twice. On day five, the two of you decided to actually head out in public and start doing some shopping for the baby’s room. The designer had given you some great ideas for the room, so you knew that you wanted it to be in shades of grey and white. That way once you found out if it was a boy or a girl you could add in pinks or blues for pops of color. The hardest decision was picking out either a grey or white crib, but in the end Tyler won out with the white he said you had to have. The two of you spent the whole day buying furniture and necessities for the baby. It was definitely going to go down as one of the best days you’d had in a long time.
 Tyler insisted upon purchasing a huge stuffed puppy for the room, as well as several other animals. But you drew the line when he started trying out the breast pumps; finally calling it a day before he started trying out pacifiers or diaper genies. You’d save that for another time. All in all, the two of you got a good chunk of the baby’s room done in your day of shopping. You had a definite picture of what the room would look like when you brought your little one home.
 The following day, you were standing in the baby’s room, picturing how everything would be laid out when your phone rang. “Hey mom, how was your trip?” She spent the next several minutes telling you all about Alaska and how much your dad loved going fishing. Though she threw you for a loop when she mentioned they weren’t going to be having Thanksgiving at the house this year. Apparently, your brother Sean decided to host, but he lived down in Houston; which meant that if you and Tyler decided to go, you’d spend more time driving there and back then you would with your family. Besides, Tyler’s schedule really wouldn’t allow for you to make the journey anyway, as he would be getting back in from Pittsburgh late the night before, then had a game the following day. It was kind of disheartening, you’d hoped to see your parents over the holiday or even host the dinner yourself; since you and Tyler were in the new house, but it wasn’t meant to be. Which is why Tyler found you in the baby’s room, crying.
 “Baby, what’s wrong?” He asked, as he drew your body into his. When you didn’t answer right away, he tried again. “Why are you crying (Y/N)? Is it the baby?” You shook your head no, and held onto him a little tighter.
 “I don’t know.” You sniffed rather loudly. “I just found out my family is going to Sean’s for Thanksgiving.”
 “And you thought, they’d be here this year.” Nodding yes, you buried your head back into his chest. “Well why don’t you go down and be with them baby.”
 Pulling back, you looked at him as if he’d gone crazy. “I’m not leaving you for the holiday. Besides, isn’t your family coming in?”
 He looked a little sheepish. “Umm...well actually no they aren’t going to make it either.”
 “But Cass and Candace are coming tomorrow aren’t they?”
 “They are, but they’re only staying for a few days; then heading back home.” Tears started to flow down your cheeks again. It wasn’t that you minded spending the holiday alone with Tyler, it was just going to be your first holiday together and you wanted both of your families with you. “I didn’t think it was that big of a deal babe. Maybe I can call my mom and see if they can make it.” His face took on a guilty look, but you couldn’t figure out why.
 “No, I don’t want them to change their plans. It’s just my stupid hormones. I suppose we can just have chicken or something.” It wouldn’t be the same as a turkey but you’d make it work.
 He pulled you back into him. “Awe sweetheart, we can still have turkey. I’ll eat the whole damn bird if you want.” That made you laugh. Sadly, you could picture Tyler stuffing himself trying to make you happy. “Actually, I have a great idea. I’m sure some of the guys don’t have any plans or family coming in. We could host Thanksgiving for them.” Before you could agree to anything he continued. “Hear me out, I don’t want you in the kitchen cooking all day; so we could cater it or something.”
 “But I want to cook. We don’t need to have food brought in. I’ll have a couple days to get everything ready while you’re on the road. It will be perfect.”
 “Babe, that’s a lot to undertake. Remember you’re pregnant.”
 You looked down at your growing belly. “Kinda hard to forget.” A chuckle escaped your throat. “It will be fine, remember I’m unemployed at the moment.”
 “You’re not unemployed.” He protested. “You have the best boss in the world, who is very flexible with your hours.” His hands started to wander all over your body and he started to pepper you with kisses. “In fact, I do believe he told you not to start working right away. So, maybe we should head back to bed.”
 He kissed the sensitive skin between your neck and shoulder, and you felt your body relax. “Is this sexual harassment?” Tyler murmured something you couldn’t comprehend as he continued to trail kisses up your neck. “If that was a yes, then I could get used to it.” He picked you up and carried you off to your bedroom, for some reason Tyler had declared the baby’s room off limits, when it came to your sexual escapades. The two of you spent the rest of the day alternating between lounging around the house and making love. You had to admit, that this part of your new job was definitely a perk.
 While Tyler, was at the rink for practice; you headed off to the airport the next morning to meet his sisters. The three of you quickly hugged in the pick-up line, then threw the luggage in the car before heading back to the house. “I can’t believe how great you look (Y/N).” Candace remarked. “Your little bump is so adorable.”
 “You’re way too sweet, because somedays this little one doesn’t seem small by any means.”
 “Oh please, you barely look pregnant. I think I’ve had a food baby bigger than your actual child.” Cassidy chimed in, causing you all to laugh.
 “I’m so excited you guys are finally visiting us in the new place. I wish your mom could’ve joined you.” They exchanged a weird look with one another, which you wouldn’t have caught had you not been looking in the rearview mirror to switch lanes. You let it slide, figuring they would let you know if something was wrong.
 “She wanted to come, but just couldn’t get away.”
 It was Candace who answered you. “Well hopefully she’ll make it here soon, if not I’m sure you’ll all be here for Christmas.” Both of the girls nodded agreement. “I was hoping that you guys would make it for Thanksgiving as well, but Tyler said you guys had other plans.” Again, a strange look passed between them, there was definitely something going on that you didn’t know about.
 “It’s just…” Candace started to say, right before Cassidy blurted out.
 “We’re not American.”
 “What does that have to do with it?” Came tumbling out of your mouth before you even had a chance to think about what you were saying. Candace fully turned around and glared at Cassidy in the backseat, which gave you a moment to recover. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to question you on that. I’m sure you guys have more important things going on.”
 It was Cassidy who decided to expand on her initial answer. “Don’t apologize, it was a stupid answer. You can obviously tell that we’re trying to hide something.” Again Candace gave her the death glare. “Candace doesn’t want me to tell you, but…and promise you won’t tell Tyler.” She was waiting for you to respond.
 “Of course, I won’t say a word.” “Candace has a new boyfriend, and she wants to spend time with him.”
 “Cassidy!” She yelled back at her sister.
 “She’s afraid Tyler’s going to go all ape shit or something and not approve of him. Which is why we were being so secretive about everything.”
 “Well, I’m not going to say a word to him; though you know he only wants you both to be happy.” While you were certain he would totally give this guy a hard time, if Candace liked him, Tyler would as well. “So tell me more about this guy. Is it serious?”
 “It’s really…new. In fact, it’s so new…I don’t want to jinx it or anything.” Candace answered you hesitantly. You didn’t want to prod too much, she obviously seemed nervous about it. Making a mental note, you wanted to make sure you told Tyler not to give her a hard time if the conversation came up.
 “Well if you ever want to talk about him, I’m all ears.” They quickly changed the subject back to the baby, as the three of you continued the trek back to the house.
 Tyler was waiting for you, when you got there. He literally started to give them a hard time the minute they walked through the door, but it was just that brotherly, sisterly comradery that you shared with your siblings as well. Though he did give you a funny look when you hit him on the shoulder, when he asked about their love lives. It felt odd giving them a tour of the house, but since this was their first time here it was kind of expected.
 You were all relaxing in the living room, having an easy conversation before Tyler had to leave for the game. “Hey babe, I forgot to tell you the Stars Foundation is having a gala on December 4th , that we need to attend.”
 “I thought they only did Boots and Blades? And didn’t they just have that?”
 “Umm…Yeah they did. This is a new one they’re having this year. Something about Fire and Ice. It’s super fancy, apparently.”
 Great, you were several months pregnant and now you needed to attend some gala and try and look like a million bucks. “Can we just skip it? I don’t really have anything elaborate to wear that’s going to fit me at the moment. Besides, the foundation never called me to help with anything for it; so it must not be super important.”
 Tyler’s eyes got extremely wide, and he seemed at a loss for words. “We could go shopping tomorrow and find you something.” Cassidy said filling the void.
 Tyler nodded his head in agreement. “That’s a great idea Cass.” He pulled out his wallet and scrambled through it finding his credit card and handing it over to you. “Buy the works. I want you to look amazing.”
 “I’m not going to look amazing in anything. We missed Boots and Blades and it was fine. Seriously, I don’t think anyone will notice our absence.”
 “Babe, I was able to get out of the other one because of the accident; but I don’t think there’s any way I can miss this second one.”
 “Besides, we’ll totally have fun shopping for a gown for you.” Candace added.
 “A gown?” Either your brain wasn’t processing things fast enough, or you were still in denial about having to go to this event; for it didn’t occur to you that you’d need an actual long gown and not just a really nice dress.
 “Babe, it’s a gala; of course you need a gown.” It wasn’t that you had an aversion to dressing up; in fact you usually enjoyed it. It was just lately you hadn’t felt like all dolled up. “Come on (Y/N) it’ll be fun.” He grabbed your hand and gave you those puppy dog eyes, which you couldn’t resist. “And don’t tell me you won’t look beautiful, you already know how gorgeous I think you are.”
 “Ugh…fine. Though I hope you girls are ready to shop tomorrow; because I have a feeling it’ll take a miracle to find something.”
 “Oh stop! You’re barely showing, I’m sure we’ll find you a stunning gown to wear.” It was Candace who was giving you a little boost of confidence; that you definitely needed to hear.
 “Well now that that’s settled. I’m going to go get ready for the game.” He kissed you quick before getting up and heading to your bedroom. The three of you sat around laughing and joking until game time, then headed to the arena to watch Tyler play. The game against the Blue Jackets was hard fought, and in the end it was a tough loss for the Stars. Thankfully Tyler was in a good mood though as you all headed out for a late dinner and drinks, before calling it a night.
 The next day you tried to convince Tyler to come shopping with you and his sisters, but he was having no parts of it; even though he was the reason you needed the gown in the first place. He claimed that he had a ton of errands to do, though he couldn’t name one of them when you asked. It seemed weird that he didn’t want to spend time with his sisters.
 At the first store, it seemed like every gown was form fitting; which accentuated your baby bump in the worst way. Though Candace and Cassidy insisted it was all the trend, if you saw any celebrity that was currently pregnant. You knew they were right, but when you looked in the mirror you didn’t feel glamourous, you just felt…well there was no other word for it but fat. Which you knew deep down you weren’t. In the second shop, you thought you found the winner. A black capped sleeve dress with an empire waist, which totally made you look not pregnant at all. However, when you stepped out of the dressing room, both Candace and Cassidy gave it two thumbs down; so back to the drawing board you went. Cassidy brought you in a white strapless A-line gown, that felt more bridal than gala when you tried it on, though the A-line still did seem to flatter your figure. Truth be told, when you looked in the mirror you could totally see yourself walking down the aisle to Tyler in this dress, but you weren’t quite sure your relationship was ready for that step yet. So when you showed it to them you said. “I feel like I’m supposed to get married to Tyler in this, not go to some foundation event. Besides, I’m not sure we’re ready for that step just yet.” They both looked at each other curiously before agreeing that this wasn’t the dress.
 There were pale pink ones that made your complexion look a little sallow, a dark navy one that made you feel more like a pregnant seductress than the girlfriend of a hockey player; and even a bright yellow one, that once you tried it on, you knew sun yellow was not your color. You were just about to declare the day a disaster when the owner of the shop came back with a beautiful silver sparkling gown. It fit like a glove when you tried it on, and barely showed that you were carrying a baby inside you. It was the A-line design that favored your body, set off with a deep plunging bodice. Spaghetti straps crisscrossed behind you to reveal an open back. Jewels and crystals adorn the entire dress, and made you feel as if you were glowing as beams of light from overhead struck you. The multi-layered skirt with its sparkle, flowed freely as you turned. As you gave a twirl in the mirror, you almost felt like a princess. This had to be the one, but you wanted Tyler’s sisters opinions on it as well.
 The smiles on their faces gave away their feelings about the dress, as you walked out. “Oh that’s definitely it.” Candace exclaimed.
 “Oh my god, you look stunning. You have to get that one.” Cassidy added.
 “You don’t think it’s too much with all the sparkle?”
 “No! It’s perfect!” They both said.
 “You guys aren’t just saying that because I’ve tried on a million dresses already?”
 It was Candace, who always seemed to be the voice of reason that answered. “First off, you can go try on another million if you want, because this is actually a lot of fun. Secondly, this dress is simply amazing on you. I honestly will probably borrow it from you if I’m lucky enough to get asked to an event to wear it to. You look like a Disney princess.”
 A blush rose to your cheeks. “I thought the same thing in the dressing room.”
 “Tyler is going to love it.” Cassidy added. “Though I don’t think we should show him. You need to do a big reveal or something.” “Oh Cass is right, you totally need to do that.” She stepped up beside you, suddenly fussing with your hair. She pulled back several strands, then swept some off to the side. “There you should totally wear your hair like that, with soft curls all around.”
 The reflection in the mirror was almost unrecognizable, between the dress and your hair; you truly felt like another person. “Now if you were only going to be here to fix it like that.”
 She frowned slightly, before adding. “You can always go to that salon we go to for facials and stuff.”
 “Oh I almost forgot, I made us all appointments there for tomorrow. My treat of course, for putting up with me today.”
 “Please, it’s not like we have to put up with you. You’re like the sister I always wanted.”
 Candace swatted Cassidy on the shoulder. “Hello, I’m right here. You know the sister you have.” All of you were laughing at this point.
 “Oh I know. I said (Y/N) was the sister I wanted.” With that she ran out of the dressing room into the store so Candace wouldn’t attack her again.
 “She’s a little shit sometimes but I love her all the same.” You knew how she felt, for you too felt that way about your own brothers. “Though I gotta say I can’t wait till you’re officially my sister.”
 You felt yourself tearing up a bit, for you loved both Candace and Cassidy just like they were your own sisters. “Well that might not be for a while. Especially with this little one coming. We might be doing things a little backwards, but at least we’re taking our time and making sure things are right.”
 “You never know, maybe it’ll be sooner than you think.” Candace had a twinkle in her eye, as if she knew something you didn’t, but you were pretty sure you and Tyler were on the same page when it came to waiting.  
 Eventually, you took the dress off and paid for it; then the three of you headed to some other shops, where, as per Tyler’s wishes, you bought a few things the girls liked.  Then headed home, so that you could all enjoy a meal together. The last two days with Tyler flew by and before you knew, he was back on the road again. At least this time Candace and Cassidy stayed a couple extra days to fill the void. By the time they left, it gave you two days to get Thanksgiving dinner ready. It was an easy decision to bake all the pies and desserts first, and then move on to all the rest. There would be about twenty of the players, along with their significant others coming over for dinner. You decided to get two of the largest turkey’s you could find, roasting one of them early so that you would have oven space the day of. Your mom had used the technique numerous times over the years, and people always seemed to never notice.
 When Tyler came home from Pittsburgh, in the wee hours of the morning, most of the dinner was prepared. He couldn’t believe all that you’d done in the short amount of time. It was about noon when everyone started to arrive. Tyler had got a few hours of sleep, but insisted on helping you in the kitchen as much as he could. The booze flowed freely all afternoon, as they watched football and talked about everything under the sun.
 As you sat at the table, an enormous feast in front of you, two things struck you about family. The first being that it wasn’t the celebration you thought you’d have with your family. The second, was that sometimes you find family in other places. For as you looked at all the people surrounding you it was like your own little hockey family. In their faces you saw not only friends, but people who would become aunts and uncles to the little one you carried. Everything seemed right in that moment, and you hoped that it would stay that way forever.
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demiromance ¡ 5 years ago
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“Thankful” (happy ending AU Reddiefic, Secret Santa gift!)
Hi there @pawprinterfanfic! I’m your secret santa for the @itfandompromptssecret santa gift exchange! I’m sorry its almost midnight, I was at a holiday event with my family, but I had such a wonderful time writing this for you and I hope you have an absolutely blessed holiday season! With all of my love and warm wishes, enjoy! Summary: The Thanksgiving after Pennywise finally goes to wherever evil killer clowns go, The Losers have a lot to be thankful for, Richie and Eddie most of all. (Happy ending AU where Stan went back to Derry, and because of that, they all lived.) Rating: T, because Richie has a mouth on him.
It snows on Thanksgiving in Derry. Richie Tozier forgot how much he hated that shit. He’s sulking around Mike’s (admittedly incredible and way more spacious than he’d realized at first,) apartment over the library, and he can feel two pairs of eyes on him - Eddie, from his now customary, since coming home, finally, from the hospital, place on the window seat by the round window that looked out over the town square, and Sprinkles, the cat that Richie was unsure if Beverly had actually adopted from the shelter in town for Mike, or had merely found on the street and claimed as theirs. Ben would be the first to tell you, she definitely had a way of taking in strays. 
“What exactly are you two doing to that poor thing?” Eddie calls, book long forgotten, and Sprinkles, who has made herself comfortable in his lap, makes a quiet little mrrrr noise of curiosity of her own. 
Still squinting at the cookbook open in front of him, one hand menacingly clutching an entire stick of butter that’s melting rapidly in the heat of his hands over the turkey, resting on a bed of potatoes and carrots in what he’s been told is called a ‘roasting pan.’ Richie is not, nor has he ever been a great cook, but he and Bill will be damned if they can’t figure out what Martha Stewart called the “idiot proof” turkey earlier that day on television while the others are rushing about doing the rest of the things required for the day to be perfect.  And the day would be perfect, damn it, if it was the last thing Richie did: they had so much to be thankful for. He felt the familiar flood of emotion in his chest when it hit him again, just how grateful he was. Pennywise was gone, for good, and Eddie’d lived. He thought he’d known fear before they went into that cistern, or when he saw those massive spider legs, or what he saw in the deadlights, but he had never known fear like the blur of minutes of carrying Eddie from that awful place, turned to the hours of sitting on the floor in a hospital hallway, Eddie’s blood darkening on the front of his shirt, turned to the days of waiting for him to wake up. He also thought he’d, at least at some point in his life, known happiness, and relief, but he hadn’t, until finally he was roused from sleep by the hand he’d held for so long, wishing and hoping and even praying, curling around his. 
That’d been July, it was the end of November now and everything between that was a blur. That first night, everyone slept on chairs in the hospital, but eventually bags were collected from the Townhouse and migrated to Mike’s. “No friends of mine are going to keep living in that shithole for god knows how long,” the librarian had harrumphed at them, making up his sole guest room (never used,) pulling out his couch, and sending Ben to buy air mattresses. If Richie was smuggled there, ‘home,’ to sleep in those early weeks, he doesn’t remember. He remembers being absolutely unwilling to let Eddie out of his sight, lest he disappear, lest this not actually all be real, lest this be some fever dream in the deadlights, but then eventually he remembers waking up with the golden light of a late summer sunset falling over him, bundled under a pile of blankets in that guest room, Beverly sitting next to him, watching tv.
“I need to get back to the hospital,” he’d rasped at her, reaching for his glasses.
“You need to go back to sleep,” she’d murmured, brushing his hair out of his eyes with sisterly affection.  He had.
The weather grew cold, and the leaves turned the brilliant colors of fall in Maine, something else Richie had forgotten, and forgotten that he’d loved. One day, between the hospital and home, when Stan’s wife, Patty, who he’d begun to think of as the group’s tiny little blonde guardian angel, ushered him into a Halloween store to find Eddie “something seasonal to brighten that room up!” Richie realized that…none of them had gone home.
“Wait!” he surprised Patty by how quickly he sort of…grabbed her. She responded by turning and giving him a tight hug, to which he replied, feeling like a dunce, with “Don’t you all have lives?”
She blinked up at him, “Hm?”
“You flew all the way up here the second Stan called you. Audra came out. None of you have gone home. What about your jobs? Your houses? Your lives?”
“You’re family. Eddie’s family. You all need us.”
“Yes, Patty, and we love you very much, but the logistics-”
“We all figured, we’re…established, enough,” she shrugged, “We’ve all done well, Trashmouth. We’re in a position to be here, so we are. And besides,” she giggled brightly, “Ben is loaded.”
He laughed. She laughed. They left with a stuffed monkey dressed up as a mummy. Eddie would hate it.
The week before Thanksgiving, they sprung him. Until you really got to know Eddie Kaspbrak, Richie explained, he was a charming son of a bitch and had somehow convinced the nurses that that was his true nature.
Eddie, seated on the edge of his hospital bed as Richie stooped to tie his shoes for him, groaned, “Yes, Richie. I love you, too.”
Eddie got the guest room after that, which meant that Richie, who’d insisted on an air mattress and that someone else take that bed, was back in that cozy room, and for the first time since that awful day on Neibolt Street, since the nights before, hiding, sneaking from one room to another, Richie slept with Eddie in his arms, the cold sweating of nightmares gone, beaten back by the warmth, the solidity of the other man. Eddie was there, Eddie was real, and Eddie was alive.
So yes, even as he stood there, holding a half melting stick of butter that he was pretty sure that he was about to unceremoniously shove up a turkey’s ass, Richie Tozier was grateful.
“Rich? Hellllloooooooooo. Earth to Richie,” Bill waved a hand in his face, “Psst. You in there?”
Richie shook his thoughts clear, “Yeah, uh..yeah. I’m here. Sorry. Shit. What do I do with this?” 
Bill looked back at the cookbook, then at the butter, then back to the cookbook, and sighed with relief, “Thank fuck. We rub it under the skin-”
“It puts the lotion on its skin or it gets the hose again!” Richie couldn’t help himself, voice and all. 
“Jesus Christ, Richie.”
“It’s so the turkey doesn’t get dry!” Eddie called from the window seat, “Please don’t make me get up and come over there.” 
“The turkey is not going to be dry, Eduardo!” Richie called back, and passed the now slippery stick of what surely was not butter but felt like pure grease, and was probably, in all actuality, the margarine that Eddie tried to convince them caused cancer if eaten literally ever at all, unceremoniously to a very confused Bill. “Here, you handle this, Big Bill,” he said, and wandered off to entertain Eddie and the cat before the former could offer any more unsolicited advice. Bill blinked at him, and sighed - some people never change, not even almost three decades and a murdered clown later. He was definitely going to need a drink.
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It was margarine and the turkey was dry (due, however, more to Bill getting a little tipsy and not setting his timer for the right amount of time after he stuffed the turkey into the apartment’s small-ish oven, than to any lack of comprehension from two grown men of at least above average intelligence but very little usable kitchen skill about what to do with butter on Thanksgiving when cooking,) but they were all too wrapped up in the warm glow of the occasion to notice once they all finally sat down to eat, Mike doing the honors of carving the bird expertly for someone who, the night before, had confessed that he not only hadn’t done a real Thanksgiving in twenty seven years but was also a vegetarian. Patty led the table in a round of applause as he took a small bow before sitting down, his grin wide and bright. 
Everyone looked expectantly to Bill, at the head of the table, always their leader, who looked, lost to his wife. Audra chuckled and gave his hand a squeeze under the table, “Should we say grace?”
“I will! I will!” Richie offered, to only mild protest, “Everybody hold hands, c’mon, pretend like we like each other, c’mon, c’mon.” The Losers, and their now honorary members, Audra and Patty, obliged, and Richie cleared his throat, bowing his head, “Dear Lord, we uh…thank you for…this day and these people and stuff and for that time that Jesus kid was…in Turkey and he…did some stuff-”
“Richie we’re Jewish why are you talking about Jesus,” Stan muttered. 
Richie, unfazed continued, “Or maybe today we just have turkey, maybe he wasn’t in turkey, wait…is that why we have turkey, is it-”
“Heeeeeeeey, I have an idea,” Ben interjected, “Instead of…whatever that was, why don’t we all just say something we’re thankful for? It’s been one hell of a year, and I have a lot I’m thankful for now.”
“Great idea!” Bev lit up, smiling up at him, “I’ll go first. This year, I’m thankful for all of you, and I’m thankful for Ben, and,” she peeked under the table at Ben’s large German Shepherd, his bowl already emptied between his paws, waiting for table scraps, “Scout down there, and Sprinkles, wherever she got to.”
“Same,” Ben seconded, “All of you and Bev and…our freedom.”
Patty raised her water glass, “I think that’s worth toasting. No more clowns!”
To the clink of glasses, they echoed, “No more clowns.” 
“I’m thankful for Mike!” Bill went next, “I mean, yes, I’m thankful for all of you. Audra, Stan, all of you, I mean that. But Mikey…dude, you st-stayed here f-f-for us. You remembered.”
“And then you took us all in!” Beverly added. Mike ducked his head, “Thank you. I’d do it again. I’m thankful you all came back.” 
“I’m thankful that Bill called me, after Mike did,” Stan said softly, “I was in a bad place and…about to do something drastic,” his voice was barely audible at the other end of the table, “And I would have never gotten to see us all this happy.”
Patty wrapped her arm around his and kissed his shoulder, “I’m thankful for that, too. And that you’ve all let me be a part of this family.”
“Same here,” Audra offered. A chorus of ‘we love you’s and ‘of course you’re part of this family’ went up to the both of them. 
“I’m thankful to be alive,” said Eddie, “I’m thankful that I get to…actually live my life now. I feel like I went from my mother to Myra and-”
“I’m thankful for divorce attornies,” Richie muttered.
“Beep beep, Richie,” Beverly muttered.
Eddie continued as though he hadn’t been interrupted, “Like, yeah, I almost died which is extremely fucking weird to say or even…think about…but…I get to live now. I’m not under mom’s thumb. I’m not under Myra’s thumb-”
“You just have me wrapped around your little finger,” Richie’s smile, for once, wasn’t wry or sardonic, but warm, and gentle and his eyes were so soft as he looked at the other man. 
Under the table, Eddie slipped his hand into Richie’s and squeezed it three times: I love you. “You love it.”
“I do.”
“And what about you, Rich?” Stan asked, beaming, “What are you thankful for? Besides Eddie’s divorce attorney, I mean.”
“A lot,” Richie was surprisingly quiet, and reverent, “Everything? All of you? That…I finally get to spend the rest of my life next to this weird little gremlin-”
“Hey-”
“Who I love more than anything in the world. Who I never stopped loving, not for a second. Who my heart always remembered.” 
Their eyes met, Eddie’s filling with tears. 
Ding, ding, ding! Patty tapped her spoon on her glass, and soon the others joined her, “Kiss! Kiss!” 
That cold, snowy Thanksgiving night, in a warm apartment in Derry, Maine, filled with love and friendship, Richie Tozier kissed Eddie Kaspbrak, and everything was absolutely golden.
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chicgeekgirl89 ¡ 5 years ago
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Teamsgiving 2019: A Squid and the Dagger Story
Fandom: NCIS LA
Characters: Full Team plus a few guests
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“Ma!! Mama!!” Deeks bellowed from the bar dining room.
“Martin, how many times do I have to tell you not to yell for your mother?” Roberta stepped out of the kitchen, wiping her hands on a towel. “If you need me, come find me.”
Deeks was not in the mood for a lecture. “What the hell is this?” He gestured at the long dining table running through the middle of the room.
“It’s a table Martin. A table that I helped you set this morning.”
“No, I mean this!” He thrust a butter dish at her with a frown on his face.
“Oh that. I ran out of butter for the potatoes so I used a little.”
“A little?! Mama, you beheaded him!” Sure enough, the tiny, turkey-shaped butter was headless. 
“Well he’s just going to get eaten anyway. What’s the big deal if he lost his noggin a little early?”
“I can’t serve headless turkeys to our guests!”
“Well I hate to break this to you dear, but the turkey currently in the oven is also headless. I’m sure no one will mind.” She patted his cheek and turned to go. “And if you’d like me to finish cooking said turkey, I’d suggest you refrain from any more criticism!”
Both his mother and Kensi had encouraged him to give up the idea of hosting a “teamsgiving” at the bar, citing that the kitchen was too small to cook for the number of people invited. He’d plowed ahead anyway, stating that he had a second kitchen upstairs. It didn’t matter that Callen lived in the same room as that kitchen. He was sure their team leader wouldn’t mind.
As it turned out Callen did mind, but after a lot of smooth talking and several promises for updates to other things in the apartment, he’d given in. Deeks had left him babysitting the stuffing and gravy while he’d gone downstairs to check on his mother, the butter-turkey murderer. Deeks glared down at the offending bird and then set it down on the table in disgust. His first problem had been allowing anybody else to help with this dinner. Clearly no one knew what they were doing.
His second problem was that Kensi wasn’t there yet with the pies. He checked his watch and then pulled out his phone to text her just as she walked in the door. “Babe, where have you been? I thought you’d be here like an hour ago,” Deeks said as she set several boxes on the side table.
“Sorry,” she gave him a peck on the cheek. “The pies took longer to bake than I thought.”
The word “bake” sent a trickle of fear down Deeks’ spine. “Bake? What do you mean bake? I thought you were picking the pies up at the store.”
“Well I was going to,” she told him. “But then I thought, how hard could a pie be? It’s just a crust with stuff in it.”
“Oh no. No, no, no.” Deeks put his hands on her cheeks, squishing them together. “Kensi. Kensalina. My darling wife. Tell me, tell me, that you did not bake these pies on your own.”
She swatted him away and glared in annoyance. “Yes, Deeks, I baked the pies. And you’re welcome.”
“But Kens, you can’t bake,” Deeks said weakly. “Remember the Christmas cookie incident of 2018? And the brownie debacle of 2017? I can still smell the smoke when I open the cabinet over the stove.”
Kensi huffed. “I just wanted to give it a try. See? Look. They’re fine.”
They did look okay, all three of them lined up inside the boxes she’d brought in. Deeks swallowed his panic and tried to move on. “Okay. Okay fine. It’s fine. We have lots of ice cream anyway. That will cover up whatever these taste like.”
Kensi’s glare turned even stonier. “You know, for someone hosting a Thanksgiving dinner, you’re not being very thankful.”
“I just want things to be perfect!” Deeks said. 
“Yeah, well, maybe you should think about the true meaning of the holiday.” She headed for the stairs.
“Where are you going? You said you’d help me get the drinks ready!”
“I’m going to see if Callen needs any help!”
She opened the upstairs door without knocking and slammed it shut behind her.
Deeks was left to make his Thanksgiving cocktails on his own. He’d just barely finished with the last glass when the door to the bar opened and Nell and Eric came in. “Hey! Welcome!” Deeks rushed over and took the casserole dish from Nell. “Welcome to Teamsgiving!”
“We’re glad to be here,” Nell said. “That’s sweet potato casserole. It should go in the oven until we’re ready to eat.”
“I’ll take that.” Roberta appeared and whisked the dish away into the kitchen. “I’ll just see what I can move around in here to get it in!” she yelled pointedly at her son as she walked past.
“Can we help with anything?” Eric asked as Deeks handed them each a drink. “I’m an excellent dishwasher.”
“No, just come on in, relax, enjoy yourselves. Sam should be by any minute and Callen’s just upstairs—“
The door opened again and Sam came in, but he wasn’t alone. “What’s up Deeks?” he said with a grin. “I hope you don’t mind, I brought a friend.”
“Katherine. What a surprise,” Deeks said, his mind mentally calculating exactly how many dinner rolls that left per person. “Come in. The more the merrier!”
He pressed drinks into their hands as Callen and Kensi came downstairs bearing the gravy and stuffing. “Well hello Katherine,” Callen said with a gigantic smirk on his face. “Good to see you. Did we know you were coming?”
“Well I never say no to pie,” she told him.
“You might say it this time,” Deeks muttered, glancing at Kensi to make sure she hadn’t heard.
The door opened a third time and Hetty strolled in, her eyes taking a critical look around the room. “Well, this is quite the establishment Mr. Deeks,” she said. “I’m so glad I had the opportunity to come and see it for myself.”
“Hetty! What can I get you?” Deeks asked. “Whiskey?”
“I prefer scotch please. Neat.”
“Coming right up.”
“Turkey’s done!” Roberta shouted from the kitchen. A few seconds later she appeared, bearing a gigantic tray “Everybody get settled down while it’s hot.”
As they scraped their chairs back to get seated there was a knock on the door. Deeks looked around the room counting people and then at Kensi who shrugged. “We’re all here, right?” Callen said, as the knock sounded again.
“Oh that’s for me.” Roberta fluffed her hair, and straightened her dress. “I invited a guest.”
“A guest? Mama, you didn’t tell me about this, we’re not going to have enough rolls!” Deeks hissed as she walked by him and opened the door. “Well hello AK!” she crooned. “Come inside.”
“I have brought best vodka for team Thanksgiving celebration,” an extremely familiar voice boomed.
Every eye at the table widened. “No,” Deeks whispered. “Oh god no.”
“Hello friends!” Arkady Kolcheck himself stepped through the door, a broad smile on his face, the bottle of aforementioned vodka held high. “I am come to celebrate this beautiful American holiday with you!”
Callen turned a pointed look at Deeks. “Did you know about this?”
Deeks shook his head. He could feel tension creeping into his shoulders. “I did not. But I think I’ll turn in my badge because I definitely should have anticipated it.”
“Sit right here by me AK,” Roberta said, ushering him to a chair.
“Oh no.” He pulled out her chair with a dramatic flair. “It is always the ladies first my Robbie.”
Kensi wrinkled her nose. “Did you know your mom and Arkady had nicknames for each other?”
“No, I did not and I wish I still did not,” Deeks said, pouring himself a very large glass of wine.
“But I see one friend I do not know,” Arkady said once he was settled. “Hello lovely lady. I am Arkady Kolcheck, best friend of G Callen—“
“No.” Callen shook his head.
“—And good friend to rest of NCIS team,” Arkady said. “And you are?”
“I’m Katherine,” she said. “A friend of Sam’s.”
Arkady’s eyes immediately began to sparkle. “Oh, a special lady friend. If you have any questions about my good friend Sam Hanna, I am happy to answer them. We have known each other many, many years now.”
“I don’t want to sit across from him all night,” Sam said immediately.
“Well I’m not sitting across from him,” Callen said.
“That’s enough from the two of you,” Hetty said from the head of the table. “We are all here to have a good time together. Mr. Deeks I think a toast is in order.”
The senior agents settled back into their seats with a grumble. Deeks saw Eric and Nell exchange amused looks before both taking large sips from their glasses. “Ah, well thank you Hetty,” Deeks said. “And thank you everyone for coming. It’s uh, it’s truly a gift to have you all here.”
He glanced down at Kensi. She took his hand and squeezed it, all pie comments forgiven. He looked around the table, taking in every face he saw. The faces of his friends. The faces of his family, such as they were. Ten years ago he never would have imagined something like this. And today, he had it all. “I couldn’t ask for a better group of people to share a table and a life with. I know I don’t just speak for myself when I say, everyone in this room has earned their spot here, one way or another. And I’m grateful for every, single one of you.” He cleared his throat. “So let’s eat.”
It turned out having two extra people around didn’t damage the mood of the evening after all. The drinks flowed freely and so did the conversation. Katherine was actually a lot of fun and Eric and Nell were completely on board with Arkady dragging out the karaoke machine and breaking into “Don’t Go Breaking My Heart” halfway through dinner.
“Okay, here you go,” Kensi said, serving up pie as the evening grew late. 
“This looks great Kensi,” Callen said.
“I can smell all the cinnamon and spices,” Eric said, taking a bite.
His face changed immediately and he began to chew very slowly. Callen also took a forkful, his eyes widening in obvious discomfort.
Kensi was oblivious to the sudden mood change around the table as one after another, everyone took a bite of pie. That was, until Arkady tucked into his piece. He choked and spat it into a napkin.
Kensi’s jaw dropped. “Seriously Arkady?”
“I’m sorry Kensi, but that is horseshit,” Arkady told her bluntly.
“Well it might not be top of the line but it can’t be that bad.” She plopped herself down next to Deeks and took a big forkful. Her eyebrows shot up and she looked at her husband. “I must have mixed up the salt and the sugar,” she said guiltily.
He shook his head. Only Kensi. “Sorry?” she said, not looking particularly apologetic at all.
He kissed the top of her head. “It’s all right.”
“No it’s not. I want dessert,” Callen said.
“There’s ice cream in the freezer. Help yourself,” Deeks said.
“I’ll get it!” Eric shot out of his chair. “I spent many days in my youth working at a Coldstone Creamery.”
“I don’t know what the hell any of that means, but I’ll have vanilla,” Sam said.
“Vanilla?” Katherine asked skeptically. “You’re asking for the most boring flavor?”
“I will take a hot cup of tea instead Mr. Beale,” Hetty requested.
“I’ll help.” Nell got up and started clearing plates as Roberta did the same.
Deeks settled back into his chair, Kensi rested her head on his shoulder and he put an arm around her. It might not have been a perfect Teamsgiving, but it turned out it was exactly the one he’d always wanted.
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