#we just have Thanksgiving with my immediate family now and it's so much better

[uwudonoodle]

Still salty about the time my 17 year old newly married cousin got to sit at the adults table on Thanksgiving, while I was put at the kid's table until I was 26 because I was single.

If you're wondering what it's like growing up religious.

[merrybloomwrites]

I Hear Them Calling (Extra: Thanksgiving)

Story Summary: Alpha Harry Styles and omega Y/N Y/L/N meet under less than ideal circumstances. Overtime their paths will cross and they will be drawn to one another in ways they never expected.

Summary: Thanksgiving is Y/Ns favorite holiday, but an unexpected heat nearly derails it. Her alpha, Harry, is there to make sure things go according to plan.

Word Count: 2K

CW: mentions of heat cycle, scenting, omega drop

AN: So happy to bring these characters back for a bit! I do have another couple extras planned for them!

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Thanksgiving has always been one of your favorite holidays. It’s the only time of year that your whole family gets together, and so you always go all out. The festivities last for days, and you always have so much fun and make so many memories.

Which is why you panic when you start feeling signs of pre-heat the Friday before Thanksgiving.

Harry is out at the studio when it happens, starting to work on some writing for his next album. When his phone rings he checks it and smiles seeing your name there. 

“Hi baby, I promise I’m wrapping up here within the hour,” he says, knowing he’s been gone longer than he planned to.

“Alpha,” you reply, your voice shaky. Harry is immediately on edge, your tone worrying him as well as his inner alpha.

“Omega, what’s wrong?” He’s on his feet, gathering his things as he listens to you reply, “I think I’m going into heat.”

He takes a breath, relieved that’s the answer. He was admittedly worried that something was really wrong, or that a strange alpha was trying to hurt you. But a heat, that’s something the two of you can handle.

“How soon do you think?” he asks.

“Uhm, not immediately. Maybe tomorrow,” you answer.

“Okay well I’ll finish up here as quickly as I can and clear my schedule. Everything is going to be alright.”

“No it’s not!” Harry’s shocked by your outburst. You’re normally so calm and level headed. He knows there has to be more than just an oncoming heat.

“Sweetheart you’ve had heats before, you’re never this worried. What’s going on?” 

It’s quiet for a moment until you answer, “I don’t want to miss Thanksgiving.”

“Oh, baby. I know you don’t. But I really don’t think we will. If it starts tomorrow like you think it will be over in time to get home, just like we planned.”

“It will?”

“It will. You’ve never gone more than three days since you’ve been on these suppressants. If it makes you feel better why don’t you start packing and getting ready for the trip now? That way you won’t have to worry about it after. We can just relax until it’s time to go.”

“Okay. Yea. That’s a good idea,” you reply.

“Alright. You start that and I’ll take care of the last of my work stuff. I’ll swing by the shops on my way home and get some heat food for us.”

“Okay. Don’t be too long. I miss you. Need my alpha,” you say, causing Harry’s heart to swell.

“I’ll be as fast as possible. I love you, omega.”

“Love you too,” you reply before hanging up. 

You feel antsy, wanting your alpha home with you. The extra clinginess is always one of the first signs of your heat. But you do as Harry suggested and pack both of your bags. When that’s done you start to build a nest, wanting a fresh one to spend your heat in.

Harry’s impressed when he gets home. Not only are you done packing, but you’d built a beautiful nest for the two of you. 

You spend the rest of the night by his side, first not wanting him out of your sight, then later not allowing him out of your reach. Saturday morning comes and you’re disappointed that you’ve made it through the night without your heat starting.

As the day goes on you get more and more anxious. It has to start soon, the time you have until Thanksgiving is ticking away. You become more agitated, and even Harry can’t calm you like he normally can.

And then finally, just as you’re cleaning up dinner, the first wave hits you. Nearly crying in relief you rush Harry to your nest, where you’ll spend the following 72 hours. 

By Tuesday night your heat has mostly passed, and you happily let Harry pamper you. The two of you bathe together before sharing a delicious meal. You’re both exhausted, quickly falling asleep in the bed that Harry has expertly made with fresh sheets.

Wednesday morning comes and Harry is confused to wake up to an empty bed. He’d planned on a lazy lie in where he could continue to cuddle and scent you, give you the closeness and the touch that your omega needs after a heat. 

He finds you in the kitchen making breakfast, and his alpha scolds him for not taking proper care of you. 

But you don’t see it that way. You feel great! You’d just had an enjoyable heat shared with your wonderful alpha, and you’re excited to get on the road to be with your family. Right now, everything is perfect in your eyes.

“Baby, what are you doing up?” Harry asks, coming over to help you.

“I slept like a log all night. Don’t think I even rolled over once. So I’m feeling refreshed. How are you, did you sleep okay?”

“Yea, yea I’m good,” he answers. You gesture for him to sit and he does as he’s told. The two of you eat together and he makes sure to thank you and compliment the breakfast you’d made. 

“Alright so I’m going to shower and finish getting everything ready. I’m hoping to be on the road by 11. Those bags by the door are ready. Can you load them in the car?”

Harry’s taken aback again. Surely you don’t plan to leave so soon. You’re barely twelve hours out of your heat. He’d hoped that you would be willing to wait twenty four hours and drive up that evening. Well really he wanted to wait until the following morning, but he knew you’d want to wake up at your mom’s house on the actual holiday. 

But this? This made him nervous. You seem fine, but this is not how you normally are after a heat. Normally you won’t let him leave your side for at least two days. You try to hide away from the rest of the world, wanting to stay home, stay in your nest. He doesn’t want you pushing yourself too much, but he also knows that there’s no stopping you at this point. You have the plan made, and you’re going to execute it.

Vowing to keep a close eye on you, Harry follows your lead. Just as you’d planned, you’re on the road by 11. Harry is relieved to see you nap for a bit of the drive, and he’s reluctant to wake you once you get there. 

But everything starts out smoothly. Your parents are excited to see you and Harry, and after you settle everything in your room, the four of you have a lovely lunch together. 

Mid-afternoon the rest of your family arrives. You say hello to everyone, and then your cousin Kelly introduces you to her new boyfriend. You’re immediately taken aback by the scent of an alpha. 

Aside from you, every single person in your family is a beta. You never expected that there would be an alpha at your family gathering. 

Harry tenses beside you and you know he’s picked up on the scent as well. You both remain polite before excusing yourselves for a moment.

Quickly you head up to your room, Harry following close behind. Once the door is closed you take a deep breath.

Harry sits on the edge of the bed, reaching out to help you sit next to him. 

“I didn’t know that an alpha would be here,” you state.

“I know. Are you okay?” he asks. You’re hesitant around alphas as it is, and seeing one while fresh out of heat is clearly upsetting your omega. 

“I don’t know. I feel a bit weird. Can you scent me? Please?” 

“Of course, baby,” he replies. He leans down, his nose brushing the scent gland on your neck. He douses you in calming pheromones and you begin to go lax. But a knock at the door has you tensing once again.

“Who is it?” Harry asks.

“It’s Erin, can I come in?” You nod yes and Harry speaks the reply. The door opens and Erin says, “Just wanted to make sure you guys are okay.”

You smile at this. Erin, who is a few years older than you, has always been more like a big sister than a cousin. It makes you happy that even though you’ve both grown up, she’s still looking out for you.

“I’m okay,” you reply. “It’s just- I finished a heat yesterday and didn’t expect there to be an alpha here.”

“What do you mean? There aren’t any alphas except Harry.”

“Kelly’s boyfriend. He smells like an alpha,” you explain.

“That’s odd,” Erin replies. “He’s definitely a beta. He does have an alpha brother, maybe that’s what you're smelling. I can go talk to him to see if that’s the case. Don’t worry, I’ll take care of it,” she says and leaves before you can even thank her. 

She comes back a couple minutes later and says, “It’s confirmed. He’s a beta and is borrowing clothes from his brother. He found a clean shirt and even sprayed some neutralisers to make sure the smell is completely gone.”

Suddenly you feel embarrassed by your overreaction. Harry can sense this, but simply replies, “That’s so kind of him. Thank you for helping with that. We’re going to stay up here a little longer. Can you tell everyone we’ll be down in a bit?”

“Yea of course. Feel free to text me if you need anything,” Erin says before leaving the room, closing the door behind her.

“What’s wrong?” Harry asks.

“I feel bad. Like, guilty that I overreacted,” you reply.

“There’s nothing to feel bad about. Sometimes our secondary genders take a bit of control. I know mine did down there. The second that scent hit me my only goal was to get my omega as far from that unknown alpha as possible.”

It does make you feel better to know that Harry was as affected as you were. You lean up to scent him briefly, before pulling away.

Harry gives you a questioning look and you say, “I’m a little dizzy. I think- I’m pretty sure I’m dropping.”

“That’s perfectly okay,” Harry replies. He moves the two of you so you’re comfortably lying in the bed. “I’m here, omega. I’ll protect you. I’ve got you.”

He’s releasing soothing pheromones, and before you know it your world goes dark as you enter into a peaceful drop.

It’s quick, only lasting half an hour, and you wake up more refreshed than you’ve felt in a while. Finally you’re ready to join your family. 

Dinner that night is simple, takeout from a local Italian restaurant. But it’s not about the food, it’s about the people. You catch up with your family, enjoying this time with them as your alpha sits beside you, a steady hand resting on your knee to reassure you of his presence after your heat and drop. 

The next day is wonderful as well. Harry has never celebrated American Thanksgiving before and you and your family make sure he gets the full experience. Which of course includes the frantic rush to get the turkey in the oven on time while the Macy’s parade plays on the TV. 

That night you’re seated on the couch, Harry beside you, and your heart fills with pride at seeing him interact so wonderfully with your family.

The next morning is much more relaxed, everyone sitting around enjoying their tea or coffee. Both lunch and dinner consist of the previous day’s leftovers, and the vibe remains calm

That is until the table is cleared of food, making room for board games.

Somehow you’d forgotten to warn Harry about this part of the family get togethers. 

You wouldn’t say you’re a particularly competitive group. But something about board games really leads you all to get extra excited. 

No one ever gets angry or anything, just very, very loud. And honestly, quite silly. 

Harry fits right in, joking along with the rest of you as things continue to get out of hand. There’s more laughter than anything, and you pause a moment to simply take it all in. You have everything you could ever want, and as you watch Harry give up the crown to your cousin during the Pretty, Pretty Princess tournament, you feel a sense of peace.

Being an omega in this world is hard, but now that you’ve found your perfect alpha, it all feels worth it.

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AN: Thanks for reading! If you celebrate Thanksgiving, I hope you have a lovely day! If not, I still hope you have a lovely Thursday!

If you have a request for an extra for this story please let me know!

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[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for saying my family shows favoritism towards my baby cousin?

(This is copied from my Reddit drafts because my partner told me tumblr would be better for this and I trust them)

Okay this is a long one so I’m just gonna throw out fake names for everyone and everyone is white middle class Americans

I, Op, 20M, I’m a trans man not accepted by my family. This is relevant

Renee, 20F, my twin sister

Bea, 16F, my younger sister

Lee, 35F, my aunt on my father’s side

Lucas, 2M, my cousin, son of Lee

Suzie, 5F, my cousin, daughter of Lee

My father, 44M, the patriarch of our whole family

My mother, 45F

Grandpa, 76M, paternal grandpa, previous patriarch

Grandma, 74F, paternal grandma

So I’m sending this in on Christmas Day of 2023. For some context, I still live at home, but it’s more of a roommate situation now that I’m an adult. Renee lives on her out-of-state college campus but visits for holidays, and Bea is still a high schooler. Lee, her children, and her husband who isn’t relevant to this (I love my uncle, we just literally never talk) live across the country. My father is losing the battle with cancer and can’t travel, so we had two separate christmases this year, one with my immediate family and one with Lee. Grandma and Grandpa went to Lee’s, which was awesome for me because that meant I got to avoid them this year!

As the character list above states, I’m (one of) the oldest of the five grandkids with my cousins being born a lot later than me and my sisters. My family is a traditional WASP family and staunchly conservative with Aunt Lee actively being a cop right now while my parents and Grandpa served in the military. Growing up undeniably queer was hilarious, I know. But the family dynamic wasn’t as bad as it could’ve been, my family did a good job of trying to hide the fact that Renee was the favorite child lol, but that was more on the basis of her having the same traditional values that they do until Aunt Lee had Suzie, then she obviously became the favorite. Fine by me, she’s an adorable girl and I love spoiling her. Also, ACAB does apply for Aunt Lee for being complacent in this system, it’s not just the most relevant part of the story besides explaining how she fits into the family dynamic

But then Lee had Lucas a few years later and the focus in the family shifted to him. At first, it was baby fever making everyone dote over him (and I’m guilty of this too) but after a while, I realized that the fever hasn’t died down. If we had family reunions, everyone would flock to Lucas and I would be the one watching Suzie. For a toddler, she’s a great conversationalist, but it was still sad to see all her aunts and uncles and cousins showering her baby brother with attention and not her. And then the comments started. That my father would only refer to Lucas as “my nephew” even when talking directly to Lee (unhinged to witness in person). That Grandpa was so happy to finally have a grandson (felt great). The lady-killer comments and guessing what profession he’s gonna go into based on how chubby of a baby he is (the money’s on Linebacker, little dude is built like a truck). Stuff like that

None of these comments were ever made about Suzie when she was born, and I really don’t want to admit that it’s because Lucas is a boy, but thats the only answer I can think of when trying to understand the favoritism. Lucas is showered in gifts and love and while I know newborns need that, Suzie received nowhere near this much attention. Lee’s husband doesn’t go to family functions because he works full time, but I heard Suzie mumble at Thanksgiving last month that she wanted to go home to daddy. It broke my fucking heart, so I called him and she got to FaceTime with my uncle until my phone died

At this point, I’m not even upset that the family ignores my obvious trans-ness as I’m over a year on T (paid for by myself too) in favor of my boy cousin. I’m upset that Suzie is getting left out of the fawning while she’s still super young and she could grow up resenting Lucas because of it.

Anyways, so this morning we opened gifts as an immediate family and I got to FaceTime my significant other as they unboxed their gift from me and we were having a good time until my dad FaceTimes Grandpa. Grandpa answers and Dad immediately asks how his nephew is. Lucas is pushed in front of the phone and all I can hear is asking about how Lucas is, is Lucas talking yet, is Lucas reading yet. I manage to squeeze my head in and ask about Suzie and Lee’s voice off camera says that “oh she’s fine, just snobbish.” Snobbish? A five year old?

And here’s where I’m probably the Asshole. Honestly, I’m looking between ESH and JAH here, but would perfectly understandable if tumblr decides YTA. My response to Lee’s comment was: “well maybe she wouldn’t be if everyone didn’t pick Lucas as the family favorite.”

My dad smacked me upside the head, Renee and Bea got really pissed off, and the FaceTime went quiet until it was cut off and Grandpa called back to talk to Dad privately. Bea called me an asshole and while my Mom got onto her for her language, Mom agreed that I was.

My dad came back from the phone and did the silent point towards his bedroom, y’all with shitty parents know the one. Because I’m twenty fucking years old and pay RENT here, I shook my head, grabbed my keys, and went to go hang out with my significant partner and work friends. We had a great time and I’m currently in the car with my significant other while typing this. I’m gonna spend the night at their place and go back in the morning to see how bad the damage is. My significant other says I was justified in what I said, but two of my work friends (one who’s a Cishet guy who grew up in a similar household and another who’s a new dad with his own son) say that what I said was uncalled for and rude. They explained that I had no right to weaponize Lucas and Suzie like that and I understand that. I’m just tired of Suzie being neglected and, selfishly I know, I’m tired of how my identity is ignored as well

So, tumblr, AITA?

TL;DR, My two year old cousin is the “only” grandson in the family. The family ignores my male identity and my baby cousin’s five year old sister to fawn over the two year old. Am I The Asshole for pointing this out point blank in front of the whole family on Christmas morning?

What are these acronyms?

[seeingivy]

befriend your landlord 

roommate eren x f!reader

you and eren reconcile after meeting your eccentric landlord

**find the series masterlist here

content: drinking, certified nut job landlord kenny ackerman, mentions of thanksgiving and fascism, mentions of a little meow meow 

an: I do not subscribe to canon lonely levi he actually just has a very alive mother and a weirdo freak uncle bc I said so. buckle in girlfriends!!! (and boyfriends and all the friends) also this chapter is based on a very real thing that happened to one of my friends in college I just think its funny...also ive evolved from calling this a mini-series cuz I plotted way too much and now cuz we gotta build the trust yk they are VERY MUCH IDIOTS IN LOVE

previous part linked here

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“So we can’t drive because…” 

“He likes to drink. Like, an insane amount.” 

“What does that have to do with us?” 

You and Eren were currently swinging your feet on the green bench, the train station bustling in front of you. The two of you were riding into the city to meet with your landlord today. Kenny Ackerman. You were officially being added to the lease. But apparently, it was a bigger ordeal than just signing the papers. 

You’d thought against it originally. Signing a very legal, very binding agreement to live with Eren, to stay with him for the foreseeable future. It didn’t seem like the best idea, given how the two of you were as of late. Awkward, distant, aimless. 

If you had things your way, you would have been moving out, you would have never even been his roommate in the first place. You had even tried apartment hunting again, just to get away from Eren. For good. 

The second you tried, you immediately remembered the reason you had to live with Eren in the first place. The options were hardly to die over. Hole in the wall, bathtub for a bed, your old physics professor.

You were stuck with Eren, whether you liked it or not. And that meant you had to go, convince Kenny Ackerman you were ‘worthy of living in the apartment’ (Eren’s words, not yours), and then sign the lease. 

Eren had been coaching you for a better part of the morning, this conversation being the longest the two of you had talked in the past few weeks. 

Some part of talking to him was becoming easier. The two of you weren’t exactly having the conversations you had before, but it was civil. Nice even. It was the only reason you were able to stomach this entire thing.

“I would never drive you home drunk, Y/N.” 

“I could have driven us home.” 

“Trust me. He can be very convincing.” 

Eren had been coaching you on everything you needed to know about Kenny. Don’t call him Mr. Ackerman, he will hate you. If Kuchel, his sister, is there then make sure that you call her Mrs. Ackerman. Don’t call her Kuchel until she tells you to call her Kuchel. The sooner she says that, the better. Make sure to drink anything he offers you, the pink lemonade smells bad but it’s not too horrible. If his nephew is there, don’t make eye contact unless he makes it with you first. 

He was somehow more nervous introducing you to his landlord (and his landlord’s family??) than introducing you to his own parents. Granted, they kind of put a pin in that entire thing, but he seemed way more at ease then than he did right now. 

You can see the timer on the screen, signaling that the next train would be here in less than a minute. You nudge his shoulder and the two of you jump off the bench, hesitantly linking arms as you push through the crowd in front of you.

The second the doors slide open, everyone pushes forward, very quickly sliding into every available seat on the train. This left you and Eren to share a single pole to hold onto as the train started moving. You secure your knuckles right under his, the two of you standing in silence, less than a foot away from each other. He leans down, his face even closer than it was before and he whispers into your ear. 

“Brace your feet.” 

“I know how to stand on a train, Eren.” 

He doesn’t respond right away and you turn to find him looking down at the ground, avoiding meeting your gaze. You were just kidding. But then again, you did yell at him last week, so how is he supposed to know the difference? 

“Six stops. Then we’ll get off.” 

You nod, bracing your feet against the ground as the train starts moving. The train is stuffy, warm, and way over capacity. You can smell the girl standing directly next to you’s perfume, the prune smell so strong it was making your head spin. But worse than the smell was the heat, the congregation of people making the air congested, your hair sticking to the back of your neck from the sweat. 

The two of you are pressed against each other, standing awkwardly. In silence. You did that a lot lately. This thing between the two of you was…delicate. You’re not sure what it is but the usual comfort, ease that you and Eren had was all but eliminated, left with this quietness. If you made a joke, it was lost to him entirely. If he said something that caught you off guard, you usually avoided responding by leaving the room. You had shouted at him and he made fun of you, so that didn’t leave much room for comfort. 

The train quickly lurches, slowing down all of a sudden. You quickly lose your footing, stumbling in the air as the train stops completely. Before you can fall, Eren secures his hand against your waist, stabilizing you in the air as the train comes to a full stop. You watch a few people get off the train and switch with those getting on, your breath still shaky from losing your balance. 

You feel him lean down, his head directly next to yours as he whispers in your ear, again. His hand is still secured around your waist, holding you steady. Even though the train wasn’t moving. 

“So when I said brace your feet, I basically meant-” 

“Shut up, Eren.” 

“We should get a leash for the ride back. Lock you up real nice so you won’t move.” 

“Perfect! We can use after too, when I have to drag your drunk ass home.” 

The two of you are laughing, readjusting yourself against the pole as the train starts again. His hands are still holding you steady and you can feel your cheeks flushing pink. From the heat. Obviously. 

There’s always moments like this - ones where it feels like nothing’s changed at all. You try not to think too hard about them. They’ve always gotten you in trouble. 

He tightens his grip on your waist every time the train lurches and stops, for all five of the stops. You avoid the pounding in your chest, which only stops when you both hop off the train at the end of the line. 

As you wait for Eren to pay for the return tickets, you spot a tiny black kitten, just at the end of the sidewalk. You immediately run down, nuzzling the tiny little cat as you pet it. As you breathe in the air, you immediately sneeze twice, your eyes watery from the sensation. You immediately hear the sound of a camera clicking, to find Eren standing over you, his phone in hand. 

“What was that for?” 

“Two kitties!”

“Ew.” 

He holds his hand out, pulling you up as the two of you walk down the block to Kenny’s apartment. Your hands are at your side, lightly brushing against Eren’s every time he leans over, making room for the other people on the sidewalk. The sun is setting on top of the buildings, the air slightly chilled. The two of you stop, standing directly on Kenny’s porch. He glances over, giving you one last look. 

“Why are you so nervous, Eren?” 

“He can be really weird. And he’s going to grill you. Just- we have to bear with him to keep the rent the way it is and live together so, just don’t blow it, okay?” 

“I really appreciate your vote of confidence, Eren. Your faith in me is rejuvenating” 

“That’s- shut up, you know that’s not what I meant.” 

The two of you give each other a smile, as Eren turns to the side and knocks on the door. 

“Why didn’t you ring the doorbell?” you whisper. 

“His doorbell is La Cucaracha.” he responds. 

The door swings open and you’re greeted with three faces staring down at you - identical sets of jet black hair and gray eyes glistening in the lamplight of the street. At the sight of you, their faces all visibly droop, as they all welcome you in. 

“He looks too young for you, Levi. And he brought a pretty girl.” 

“Those are the tenants, Mom. Not Erwin.” 

The two of them shuffle down the hall, pushing past into the room. 

“Kenny Ackerman. You must be Eren’s new roommate.” 

“Yes, that’s me. It’s so nice to meet you.” 

You hold your hand out, him nearly jostling your entire body as he shakes your hand. He idles down the hallway to where the other two had gone, leaving you and Eren in the walkway. You whisper to Eren as the two of you hang your coats on the rack. 

“They hate me already.” 

“That’s not true. Kuchel called you pretty.” 

You roll your eyes, the two of you awkwardly shuffling into the living room, where the three of them were sitting across from you. It’s only then that you can get a better look at them and realize that you know one of them. Levi. Your old physics professor. The one who you cried to about not having a roommate that took pity on you and let you sleep in his house. 

“Hi Professor Levi. It’s been a while.” 

“I see you’ve found a roommate. I can’t believe you found a place to live in one week.” 

“I thought you said the two of you had been living together for a few months, Eren.” 

“We have, Kenny.”

“Ah, right. I was just looking around at other apartments for the past week just to see if anything popped up on the market. And they didn’t. So I’m here.” 

Eren ducks his head down, the expression on his face dark. He whispers into your ear as the three of them start chattering, still discussing Erwin. 

“What? You want to move out?” 

“No, no. I was just looking. It must be awkward for you to live with a girl who isn’t your girlfriend, you know?” 

He leans over, his eyes teetering between annoyed and irritated. 

“She’s not my girlfriend. I don’t know how many times I have to tell you that.” 

The doorbell rings, throwing you and Eren out of the conversation you were having. You watch the three of them jump up and rush to the door, fixing their hair and their clothes as they make it to the door. You and Eren stand up, peeking your heads down the hallway as you watch the three of them greet Erwin. Your old political science professor. 

First Levi now Erwin too? You can feel your cheeks burning from embarrassment, remembering that you had actually cried to the two of them twice - the first time to Levi when you were jumping houses and he agreed to let you stay with them and a second time when Erwin offered you an extra pillow before you went to sleep. 

“Hello. I’m Erwin Smith.” 

“Eren Yeager. This is my roommate, Y/N.” 

“Ah, Y/N. How are you? You figured out your living situation fast!” 

You don’t miss Eren glaring daggers at you out of the corner of your eye as you give Levi and Erwin an awkward smile, shaking your sweaty palms against their hands.

“Okay kid. You and Kuchel should go fix the dinner with Erwin in the kitchen. I have to talk to these two here.”  

Why are you and Eren here the first time Levi’s family is meeting his long term boyfriend? 

You look over to Eren whose irritation has very quickly been replaced with nervousness. Kenny is staring the two of you down, the two of you squished together on his very tiny couch. 

“So. You go to Shiganshina?” 

You feel your voice tangle in your throat, suddenly intimidated by Kenny staring you down. You can hear Eren’s voice echoing in your head, his angry look seared in your mind, your voice not coming out. He’s going to grill you. Don’t blow it. 

“Yes. She’s an Applied Kinesiology major. She’s very smart.” 

You look over, silently thanking the gods that Eren answered for you. 

“Can you pay rent?” 

“She has been, for the past two months.” 

He nods, leaning over the table as he stares you down. 

“I’ll give you a situation. Respond accordingly.” 

You nod, clenching your hands into little fists against the couch. 

“You just got off of work. You’re really tired but you have to stop by the store to get groceries. You’ve purchased them all. What do you do after?” 

You look over at Eren, giving him a weary stare. What the fuck kind of question is that? Is there even a right answer to this? 

“Well, I would leave the store. And take my cart, if I had one, to my car. I’d probably put my stuff away, return the cart, and then just drive home, put everything in the fridge and the cabinets.” 

He nods, taking in your answer as he leans back in his chair. “Do you like Eren?” 

“What?” 

“As a roommate.” 

“Oh. Right. Yeah, he’s great.” 

“Why did you start rooming with him?” 

You can’t lie. It seems wrong to tell him that your old roommates chose not to room with you for the next year - he was sure to not think you were a good fit if you said that. But if he found out you were lying, it would be even worse. 

“Well you see, she-”

“I asked her, Eren.” 

You feel him move his knee, pressing his against yours as his fingers curl around your hand. You feel him squeeze your hand twice, his green eyes warm as he looks at you. Right. You can do this. 

“I used to live with a few of my friends last year. I didn’t really know, but they had picked other arrangements without telling me, so I was left without a roommate for around a week. Eren was nice enough to offer me the empty spot in his room so I didn’t have to jump around from my friends' places every night.” 

He stares the two of you down. You’re rubbing circles into the back of Eren’s hand, the two of you holding your breaths as you wait for his response. 

“Sucks. Kids are bitches.” 

You both squeeze, trying your best not to smile. 

“Yeah.” 

“If you kids start dating, you can't be loud at night. You’ll piss off the neighbors. You can sign the lease after dinner. You passed.” 

He gets up off the couch, his distinct smoke smell leaving the room with him. You turn to Eren, the two of you smiling at each other as you lift your hands to high five. Eren holds your hand in the air, shaking your hand excitedly. 

“You passed, kitty.” 

“Where are we right now? Do you smell that? How does it smell like smoke and laundry at the same time? And what the fuck kind of question was that? I thought I was going to vomit. ” 

“Weird guy. Nice rent rates, though.”

“And Levi. He’s my physics professor. I literally had a crush on him. And his boyfriend, he was my political science professor too. I even stayed over at their house once. This is about to be super weird.” 

“Why did you stay at their house?” 

“I didn’t have a place to stay! This was before you offered, when I was jumping houses.”

“Were they loud at night?” 

“Ew. Don’t put that thought in my head. I’m going to vomit.” 

“Save it for later.” 

“As if. I can hold my drink. Trust me.” 

 - 

You and Eren are seated directly across from Levi and Erwin at the dinner table, Kuchel and Kenny taking the heads of the tables at the ends. A large part of this feels like you and Eren are intruding on a very special moment, but you ignore that and dig into the food. 

Right. For some reason, Kenny picked Thanksgiving food for the menu. In the middle of September. Like full on turkey dinner, mashed potatoes, cranberry sauce. 

“So, do you like Thanksgiving, Kenny?” 

“I hate fascism, Y/N. No, I do not like Thanksgiving.” 

You look over at Eren, trying your best to contain your laughter, as Kenny goes on, rambling about something you’re not quite sure about. Everything Eren said was slowly starting to fall into place - you really can’t turn down drinks from the guy. He’d already made you try three different drinks he made and you had only been here for an hour. And the pink lemonade was actually disgusting, Eren’s just a liar. 

Kuchel turns to the two of you, flashing you both a big smile.

“Say Eren. You never told us you got a pretty girlfriend.” 

You and Eren both choke on your food, clearing your throats. 

“Ah. I’m not Eren’s girlfriend. We just live together. Friends.” 

“Uh huh. Right. What a shame. You two are so sweet together. Sharing your sweet little smiles, playing footsie under the table.” 

You immediately drag your foot off of Eren’s under the table, embarrassed that she had caught that. Every time Levi rolled his eyes, Eren tapped your foot to get your attention, the two of you trying not to laugh. It’s not your fault that rolling his eyes is basically like blinking to Levi. 

“Ma. Leave them alone, yeah? They’re just kids, they don’t know what they feel.” 

“I have to agree with Lee’ here, Mrs. Ackerman. Surely, they just haven’t reached that stage yet.” 

“You call Levi Lee’, Erwin? That’s so sweet. Oh you two are just perfect and I-” 

The four of you five of you watch Kuchel burst into tears, taking turns pressing kisses to everyone's cheeks at the table. You and Eren included. When she sits down, Eren leans over, whispering in your ear. 

“She’s like Annie on hour five of being drunk.” 

“More like hour one.” 

You both laugh, silently eating your food as you watch them interact with each other again. Some parts of it feel like a reality tv show. Kenny’s is downright ridiculous - he’s been hurling out whatever comes to his mind. He told Eren that he seemed like the type to commit genocide in another life and then told Erwin that he would be a corrupt military man. 

Kuchel is sweet. Almost two sweet. She spent a large majority of the night crying, telling baby stories about Levi when he was a kid. You don’t miss the way Levi’s ears turn red when she confesses that Levi used to be scared of the toilet when he was younger. 

Best of all are Levi and Erwin. You don’t miss the glances between them - the silent communication they had going on at the table. It’s like the rest of you weren’t even here. That’s where you think Eren got the idea, the tapping on the feet. A signal that you were going to talk laugh about it later. 

- 

Eight drinks in and Kenny is blasting music, doing a solo interpretive dance to Etta James. You and Levi are in one corner with Kuchel, Erwin, and Eren in the other. 

“I can’t believe this guy is your uncle. Did you ever do a DNA test?” 

“Hundreds.”

You turn your neck to find Levi, staring across Erwin on the other side of the room. You follow his gaze, watching Kuchel pinch Eren’s cheeks and Erwin laugh at the two of them. 

“What’s your deal?” 

“What do you mean?” 

“With Eren. You like him right?” 

You look down into your cup, the opaque liquid staring back at you. Erwin had made you a fruity drink, to which Kenny responded “everything about this guy is fruity!” 

“Yeah.” 

“He doesn’t like you back?” 

“No.” 

“I didn’t like Erwin at first. He was too much - pretentious, arrogant, irrational at times.” 

“But?” 

“But, he was my best friend. At some point, all the love and admiration I had for him just became something more. Like, yeah, he was my favorite person to be around but then I wanted to be around him all the time. Tell him the good things, the bad things. Share something with him, anything, everything. I…I didn’t hate myself when I was with him.” 

You smile, squeezing Levi’s shoulder in your hands. 

“That’s sweet, Levi. I’m happy for you.” 

He gives you a small smile, turning his neck back to look at them across the hall. 

“Be his friend. Maybe he’ll come around.” 

 - 

Six drinks in and Eren is feeling buzzed. He was trying his best to pace himself, make sure he was sane enough to take you home at the end of the night. He could tell by the glazed look in your eyes that you were getting there, close to being fully plastered. 

He turns his neck, scanning for you around the room. You kept disappearing. But there you were, directly across from him, leaning against the wall from Levi. He meets your eyes and you give him a soft smile, accompanied with a tiny wave. His heart’s pounding. 

“Do you like her, Eren? Oh please say that you do.” 

Kuchel is squeezing his shoulders, her eyes lighting up in excitement. 

“Yeah. Maybe a little bit.” 

“Oh, oh, oh. You have to tell her. Don’t let her get away now!” 

“Ah, I tried. She doesn’t like me.” 

He watches her face droop, Erwin shaking his head in the air. Both of their cheeks are flushed pink, the cups they were holding shaking in their hands. Surely the only people who were at least somewhat sober were you and Eren, which was saying a lot. 

“You know, Eren. I knew Levi was the one the moment I saw him.” 

“Really?” 

“I liked him so much, I wanted him around. In whatever sense that means. Even if he only wanted to be my friend.” 

“He didn’t want to be with you?”

“Oh no, he loathed me. Like full of hatred.” 

“And that didn’t…bother you?” 

“Maybe a little bit, but we became friends after that. And I just wanted him around. Whatever way he would have me. Even just being his friend, getting to see him everyday, that was enough for me.” 

Eren cranes his neck back over, where Kenny has his arms slung around you and Levi. He’s forcing the two of you to sign with him - Levi looking downright murderous while you flash Kenny a polite smile. 

“Just be her friend, Eren. Maybe she’ll come around like Levi did.” 

 - 

You can’t hold your drink. Obviously. But Eren knew that already. He had been watching you for a better part of the last hour, your inhibitions absent. Erwin had made you yet another fruit themed drink, which you were all too happy to down. The second he saw the glass hit your hand, he’d focused all of his best efforts in trying to sober up, calm the thrill running through his blood. 

You had made your way back over to him after some time, the two of you on the couch. You were leaning your head against his shoulder, your breaths heavy and uneven. At the sight of Kenny - who was now singing with Kuchel on the table - you suddenly perk up, your hands pressed against his shoulders as you lean over him. 

“Eren.” 

“Hm, peaches?” 

“I have a plan.” you whisper, your eyes somewhere between delirious and devious. 

“Uh huh. What’s that?” 

“You and I should sign the lease now. Then mail the letters. That way, we can leave and Kenny can’t get mad because we basically did him a favor. We’ll just tell Levi in case he asks.” you whisper, a smile spreading across your face. 

You’re drunk out of your mind. Not that Eren himself isn’t drunk either, he can certainly feel the buzz he was trying to will away living, but he’s not as gone as you. 

“Genius idea.” 

“I know right!” 

He was being sarcastic, but you had already jumped off the couch, to where Levi and Erwin were standing in the corner. He quickly follows, catching up to balance you as you stumble over to where the two of them were standing. 

“So. Levi. Right, hi Levi.” 

He’s mentally debating if he should stop you. You are very plastered and could potentially say something embarrassing. But there’s something so funny, so endearing about the determined little look on your face that he decides against it, letting you go on. 

“You’re a man.” 

He watches the confusion spread across Levi’s already strained face, his eyes flitting between you and Eren. 

“And you, Erwin, are a man too. You two are men.” 

“That’s correct, Y/N. You’re very perceptive.” 

Eren tries his best to conceal his laughter, as you go on, talking to the two of them. You’re definitely worse than Annie. 

“Marriage. It’s a thing, you know? And a man can do it. And a woman can too. And you are a man and he is a man and you can both do that. And we want to come to that. Like go to there.” 

How did you get from talking about the lease to marriage?

“Eren. What is she going on about?” 

“We’re going to sign the lease papers and mail them on our way out so we can leave. We have to be up early tomorrow and she literally cannot drink more. We were going to ask if you could let Kenny know tomorrow and tell him to be easy on us.” 

“You drive here?” 

“No. Train. We’ll be fine to get back, Levi. I got her.” 

He nods. Eren doesn’t miss the look Erwin and Levi give each other as the two of you lock hands, tip-toeing into Kenny’s office. Of course Erwin told him. 

The two of you quickly rush out, laughing as you run down the block before any of them notice. You slow down as you pass the corner, the two of you strolling the rest of the way down the block back to the train station. He can tell you’re winding down by the way you’re leaning against him, skipping steps. 

The train car is empty, this being the last train leaving the station. He settles the two of you into the seats at the front, getting in first. 

“Ren. Can I have the window?” 

He nods, wordlessly changing seats with you. This seat’s better anyways. You look out the window. And he can look at you. 

You lean over, your eyes drooping as you lean over. He’s not sure what it is, maybe Kenny’s rancid tequila is still running through his bloodstream, but he locks his hand with yours, pressing his fingers against the scar in between your knuckles. 

“I…miss you, Y/N. Being your friend.” 

He watches your expression drop, your eyes fluttering fully open. 

“You don’t think we’re friends?” 

“No! I mean, yes. I just didn’t realize you thought we were still friends. After everything that happened, the fight we had I just kind of- I don’t know.” 

You’re quiet for some time and he can see the gears moving in your head. Your eyes are now pinched shut, your forehead scrunched in concentration. Maybe this was the right time to say this. Hopefully, you don’t even remember tomorrow. 

“Are we in second grade, Ren? Do you really not think we’re friends?” 

Of course. The words he said to you, the day you were sick. 

“We are still friends. I just meant, it was different for the past few days. But today, this was…nice. I enjoyed it.” 

You smile in response, the two of you leaning your heads against the back of the seats, the only sound being the whirring of the train behind you. 

“Y/N. You wouldn’t really move out, would you?” 

“I was hoping you forgot about that. It’s my fault. I kind of…get in my head sometimes, I don’t know.”

“About?”  

“I thought you didn’t want me around. So I didn’t want to be around you. I thought you hated me or something.” 

“Y/N. Look at me.” 

His eyes are dark, the same way as when Levi mentioned you were looking for another roommate. 

“I could never hate you.” 

“I know, I just meant-” 

“No. You clearly don’t know.” 

You turn over to find an irritated look plastered on his face, his jaw clenched shut. You press your fingers against his shoulder, squeezing twice to get his attention. He flutters his eyes open, leaning down to look at you. 

“You’re special to me. I don’t understand what I did that made you think I would ever make fun of you or hate you. You...piss me off when you say stuff like-” 

He’s cut off by you placing your hand on his cheek, your eyes peering into his. 

“Sorry, Ren.’ 

“S’okay. I know why you do it. But just remember, I’m not your stupid old roommates or your lame ex-boyfriend or anyone who ever made you feel that way. You and I are-” 

“Friends.” 

Not what he quite had in mind, but he’ll take it.

“Yeah. You can tell me anything.” 

“Okay. You too.” 

He sees you smile, your eyes wafting shut against his shoulders. He can feel the pit in his stomach burning, the exact same way it did every time you did something. When you smiled at him, fixed his hair, got him coffee. God, he still loves you. 

“So Ren. Do you want to hang out after recess?” 

“Shut up. You’re so corny, kitty.” 

“Ew.” 

- 

The next morning, Eren makes you breakfast and you sing in the shower. Progress. 

- 

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[perseephoneee]

𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓥𝓘𝓘𝓘

In which, you, a lady of the ton, are forced to participate in courting season. Except that courting season comes with one particularly silver tongued Prince who is making it his mission to drive you absolutely insane.

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warnings: smut is here! p in v, oral (f. receiving)

a/n: for those who celebrate thanksgiving...i hope you guys had a lovely time. i'm sorry for how slow this update was, but i'm happy to deliver it to you. thanks for sticking with me through all of this (my first longform fic!) i can't wait to see where we go next.

i do require two things of you though:

a) i would love a beta reader to help me edit the story now that its over so that you can enjoy a much better version than whatever the crap i wrote lol

b) the epilogue will consist of various headcanons. what type of things would you love to see?

yours in happiness, willa

“You couldn’t have become engaged to anyone who was inheriting a whole kingdom?” Grandmother sighed, taking a long sip of her tea. You thought she would’ve been happier knowing that you had done what she asked and became engaged, but it wouldn’t be your Grandmother without a snide remark thrown in there. 

Ivy rejoiced when you told her the news. Thor even sent an engagement gift to your place during the calling hour. It was very sweet of him, and you were elated to know that you could still continue a friendship with him. Your Grandmother recovered from her slight bout of disappointment to launch into wedding planning, something you took minimal part in. Mostly just stopping her from having a lavish affair. Freya (who insisted you call her by her first name and not her title) had been very helpful in managing your Grandma’s expectations. You managed to secure a wedding gown that was flattering but elegant. The ceremony itself wasn’t going to be overly large. Although, you couldn’t get out of some of the decorations. As your Grandmother explained, both queens would be there and expect a certain level of extravagance. You suppose she was right. 

The day of the wedding came quicker than you expected. You barely saw Loki until that time, and then you spent time working instead of relishing the excitement of an engagement. Sitting in the dressing area before the procession, you found nerves and sadness gripping you. 

“What’s wrong, my dear?” your Grandmother postured, sitting in one of the chairs in the room. You brushed the skirt of your dress down, turning to look at her. “I hope you’re not getting cold feet.”

“I’m not…I just wish mother and father were here,” you murmured, eyes downcast. You never felt more like a little girl in that moment. You expected a sharp retort from your Grandmother but were surprised to find her gaze soften. She looked like an elderly woman for once, not the lady of the household. You were reminded that she lost a child in addition to you losing a parent. 

“They would’ve been very proud of you, my dear,” she smiled. Tears pricked your eyes as you found yourself throwing your arms around her shoulders and enveloping her in a hug. She let out a harrumph of surprise but melted into your embrace. You didn’t bother saying I love you; she’s not the type of woman to know how to reciprocate. You pulled away right as there was a knock on your door, Ivy peeking her head in to let you know that it was time to start. 

The wedding went successfully, with Loki kissing you for a bit longer than appropriate. Thor had to clear his throat amidst all the cheering. You were expected to go on your honeymoon immediately afterward, something you were looking forward to if the dark look in Loki’s eyes was any indication. The honeymoon would occur at one of Odinson’s many estates, so you would be allowed privacy before moving in with the family. Although, you knew at some point you’d be taking over their Nordic estate. That was something you weren’t particularly looking forward to.

By the time you arrived, you were exhausted and eager to take off your constricting gown. You weren’t shy to admit that you and Loki spent most of the carriage ride kissing and taking full advantage of the privacy. You took a break to admire the house you were arriving at; it was an impressive villa with arched windows and lush countryside. The inside was even more extravagant, and by the time you found the library, you thought you must’ve entered Heaven. 

The library was epic; it was the only way to describe it. Walls upon walls of books, a rolling ladder to accompany the higher parts. A wall of windows lay to your left, while on the right led a staircase leading up to even more books. You eagerly took the stairs two at a time to the balcony area, which included a cozy lounge perfect for curling up with a book. 

“And to think I would’ve been able to enjoy your presence on the first night of having you as my wife,” Loki sighed, watching you skim your fingers along the spines of the many books. You barely heard him as you started taking note of the first one you wanted to read. “I suppose I shall go to bed by my lonesome.”

“You are very dramatic,” you huffed, finally looking at him with a grin. 

“Apologies for wanting some attention when I was robbed of your company,” Loki hummed, stepping closer to you and wrapping his arms around your torso. 

“You had me all to yourself in the carriage.”

“Is it wrong of me to covet more?” he murmured, fingers tracing over your hips in a way that sent shivers down your spine. 

“I’m excited to see the books,” you mumbled, mind already hazy from the way he dampened his lips. 

“I could make it worth your while,” he purred, barely a breath in your ear as he kissed your neck, his tongue finding your pulse in a way that made your breath turn heavy. His hands moved up to the back of your dress, finding the ties that held it together and undoing it with an ease that made your stomach tighten. His lips came to yours, bruising them once again. You liked how he kissed you raw, leaving you open for only him. He pulled away to look at you as your dress dropped to the gown, leaving you only in your slip. You felt yourself heat under his gaze, embarrassment and shyness gripping you. With reverence and admiration, Loki only considered you as one considered fine art. Unlike fine art, he looked as if he wanted to eat you whole. 

Loki pushed you towards the lounge, letting you fall until you were looking up at his towering form. He undid his top, leaving him in just his breeches. Your mouth parted as you took in his pale but lean form, the body of someone strong. Instead of joining you on the chaise, he knelt before you, leaning over to kiss you slowly. He kissed like he wasn’t sure if he’d get another chance, even as he willingly parted. His hands caressed your thighs, pushing your slip up until you were left more exposed to him than before. You gulped out of nerves, but all Loki did was wink at you before kissing inside your knee, moving his way up with tongue and teeth until all you could do was pant above him. 

“Darling, I’m going to devour you now…any objections?” Loki purred, fingers toying with your undergarments. 

“No, no objections,” you breathed, your voice a whisper as he pulled them away. You only had a vague idea of what the post-marriage process entailed, but you were fairly sure it had nothing to do with this, which left you excited to see what he had in store. 

You discovered only a second later as his mouth found your center, placing a kiss before licking. A strangled sound left your throat, your stomach tightening as pleasure tingled throughout your body. He hummed, the sound vibrating against your core. His arm held your hips down as he did exactly what he said he’d do, devouring you whole. 

“L-Loki,” you moaned, unable to tear your eyes away from the man in front of you. His fingers brushed over your hole, pushing in one finger slowly as he let you adjust to the foreign feeling. You choked on your breath as he started to move it, continuing to lick as he stroked every bit inside of you. 

Suddenly, you were flying. Merely a blip away from the world as pleasure exploded throughout you. You cried Loki’s name, and when you came to, you had to push him away to give yourself a reprieve from the overwhelming sensations. He crawled up your body, stroking your sides as he lay next to you. 

“That, my love, was called an orgasm.”

“Holy,” you breathed, still trying to float back down to the ground. Loki only chuckled beside you. 

“Yes, my skills have been referred to as that before.” 

You hit him with your hand, trying to hide your smile. “You are obscenely obnoxious; are you aware of that?”

“And to think that marrying you would make you a proper lady.”

“I am proper and a lady; don’t act as if you’d prefer otherwise.”

“You, Y/N, are the only thing I prefer,” Loki said, pulling you in for a kiss. You felt grounded once again as you poured your love and admiration into your lips, your hands, your whole being. Loki’s fingers trailed up your thigh once again. “We can take a break for the night if you are tired.”

“No, I want this. I want you,” you whispered, taking the first step and pulling your slip over your head. Loki’s breath hitched as he took in your soft, silky skin, his mouth slightly parted as you undid your corset. You were fully bare in front of him, and yet, you had never felt so powerful in your life. 

“Aphrodite is jealous of your beauty,” Loki sighed, quickly undoing his breeches before dragging you on top of him. You were slightly thankful to have not glimpsed his member in fear of potentially becoming too scared to go through with it. Loki whispered sweet nothings in your ear as he gripped your hips, helping you sink down on him. He was much bigger than his fingers, and it burned in a way you weren’t cognisant of. Loki continued stroking your sides and your legs, lulling you into relaxation. You came to find you enjoyed the feeling of him inside of you, becoming a part of you in a way no one had before. You nodded when you felt ready, and Loki helped you move. He stroked every bit of you, dragging against your walls so deliciously that all you could do was moan. Your hands found purchase on his shoulders as you found a rhythm, bouncing on his cock and becoming drunk on the sounds of pleasure he made under you. You lean on him for support, pleasure finding you once again as his lips find your breasts, licking over your nub. You lost yourself in the pleasure, chasing a high that was close to cresting over. When you came again, you knew Loki was not far behind. He grabbed your ass, holding you there as he pushed deeper and deeper into you before letting out a guttural growl and cumming inside of you. You had never felt more full in your life, and you let yourself stay there for a second as you both caught your breaths. The only sounds in the library are your breaths and the crackling fireplace. 

“I think I can adjust to married life,” you said slowly. Loki barked out a laugh. 

“I truly do love you, my dear Y/N.”

“I love you too, husband.”

You fell asleep in the library and only scared one servant with your nakedness the next day.

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[berryz-writes]

Your the only one for me

(part 1)

SOOO THIS TOOK A WHILE. sorry xx. also THANK YOU 🤍 (a lot of requests have been made based off of this request so I'm making it into one long fic x)

Summary: You find something suspicious on Grayson's phone and confront him about it. During your argument you get seriously injured. Is it all a misunderstanding or is he just using you?

Grayson Hawthorne x reader

It was Thanksgiving weekend. A time for family and friends. For loved ones to gather and enjoy good food and share stories and memories. At the moment Xander was explaining the story of how the two of us had paired up in a robotics competition, in which I had screwed something wrong resulting in an explosion and causing our professor to ban us from robotics club. This happened almost 3 months ago and he was still hurt about being banned from the club. He was now explaining how he was starting his own club. And apparently I was not invited.

Grayson's hand rested on my thigh, a comforting gesture and something that helped me stay calm in such a chaos of a family dinner. It wasn't exactly a "family dinner" seen as though half the people weren't even here. It was a more get together dinner with Xander, Jameson, Avery, Grayson and me. Nash was out somewhere with Libby and Max was actually trying to get a few projects done, surprisingly.

Thanksgiving was actually in 2 days time but according to Jameson "It's never too early to get together". This also meant he had probably planned something that included more than 4 people to play. I didn't mind. It gave me an excuse to forget about my deadlines for abit and spend time with Grayson.

*A few hours later*

I watched as Grayson finally came to stop in front of me in the pool, smiling up at me. I refused to go any further into the water and just let my legs dangle slightly in. Besides watching Grayson swim with his muscles on show like that was always nice to watch.

"You should join me. It's warm" He said, his height being enough for him to stand with the water coming up to his chest.

I shook my head "Who wants to voluntarily swim? It's like saying let's go on a treadmill, it's fun"

Grayson let out a laugh "It's not entirely like that sweetheart. But fine" Before I could say anything a notification popped up on Grayson's phone. It was too far back for him to get it so I grabbed it for him. Because I was nosy and my eyes immediately went to see who the notification was from, I immediately wished I could turn back time and pretend I had never seen it.

A notification from Sophie that read *I had so much fun yesterday. We should definitely do it again.😏*

I didn't give him the phone, instead I held it tightly in my hand and showed him his screen.

"Who is this?" I asked, trying so hard to not get angry and see reason to what was happening. Grayson's smile dropped and immediately became confused. He ran a hand through his hair

"It's just Sophie. She does the photography exhibit with me" He said after a while.

I put his phone down, although what I really wanted to do was throw it into the pool. I stood up and looked at him in disgust. I thought he'd have better morals than cheating on someone. Especially someone they had said they loved.

"Just Sophie? Is she the reason why you came home at two in the morning yesterday? Or the reason why you haven't been telling me anything whenever I ask you?"

Grayson looked up at me, still in the pool. "Sweetheart. I was at the photography exhibit, finishing things off." He had gone pale and was frozen in place.

I scoffed. He just kept thinking if he made the same excuse I would believe it "Well I'm finishing things between us SO YOU CAN GO SPEND TIME WITH SOPHIE LIKE THE LYING FUCKING CHEAT YOU ARE" I felt tears make their way down my cheek as I walked away into the darkness, half running and half stumbling because I couldn't see a thing with my tears cascading down.

Why was I crying? It was just a breakup. I was trying to justify it all but really I was crying because I didn't expect it. I was crying because I thought if things ever ended between the two of us it would be on good terms. Not him cheating. I loved him. I probably still did and that's what hurt most. When had he started seeing someone else?

Did it start just last week when we had our date? Or had it been months now and I was just too oblivious to see it all? My heart hurt so much it was unbearable. I wanted to rip it out and ignore the reality of it all.

I walked in a daze to the room me and Grayson shared and tried to get everything of mine into my bag. Luckily because I was a lazy bitch I hadn't even unpacked yet. It's like I knew this was going to happen. Putting my hair brush into my side bag and looking around the room one more time I wheeled my suitcase to the stairs.

I couldn't do it. I couldn't. Imagine, the one person who loved you thinking you aren't worthy enough. I spent so much of my time and effort into loving Grayson wholeheartedly and what did I get back? Heartbreak.

I sat down on the top most stair and let the tears flow until there were no more. The pain in my heart receding to a dull ache in my chest. I wasn't ready to see him but there he was, looking up at me with sad eyes and a regretful expression.

"Y/n. Please. Don't leave" His hair was still wet, his swimming shorts were still on and he had pulled on a shirt. I wanted to throw my suitcase down at him and have him hug me all at once. Why did he have to cheat? Was I not good enough?

I didn't feel like talking to him so instead I stood up and kept my expression blank. As if he didn't faze me at all. Before I had even touched my suitcase Grayson came running up the stairs and stopped in front of me "Please y/n. Let me explain. I love you. How could you think I'd cheat on you? Why would I? Your perfect." He explained.

I shook my head, not wanting to look him in the eyes. If I did I might start crying again "I saw the message. Don't lie to me" I pulled on my suitcase. He gently grabbed my arm, not letting me move any further. His touch was so soft and warm. I used to love it. He brought me so much comfort. But now I hated it. He had probably kissed and hugged Sophie just like he did me. I wasn't anyone special to him. I don't know why I thought I was.

Gritting my teeth together I yanked my arm away "don't touch me"

As soon as the words left me I looked up at him, breaking my vow of not looking into his grey eyes. I felt bad. I felt bad for hurting him even though he was the one cheating on me. His arm slowly dropped back to his side, his lips parting in surprise at my harsh words.

"Please, sweetheart. I-" His voice broke. I couldn't stand here any longer. Swallowing the pain and tears I lifted the suitcase, underestimating it's heaviness. Without warning the suitcase tipped forward, pushing me off the landing, my weight propelling me forward to crash and roll down the flight of stairs, banging my head and every limb in my body on the way. I couldn't feel anything. My vision had gone black and I didn't even know if my eyes were open or not. I couldn't tell where I was. I could only feel the discomfort of the position I was in. My breathing was sharp and heavy as if I couldn't get in enough oxygen. My brain felt as if it had been hammered and my back felt like it was being crushed under a heavy weight. I wanted to sit up. I wanted to breathe properly again.

[havenmoon1369]

It's Personal- Chapter 1

November 23, 2023- Tennessee

It's Thanksgiving day at Drew's house. A lot has happened in five years but all for the better, he was in the kitchen helping his wife cook the fixings for their turkey dinner and reminiscing the things that happened over the past five years. He met his wife Amber when she started working for the WWE as a hairstylist in 2019. It was the old cliché of love at first sight, they began dating and a few months later Drew introduced Quinn to her. Quinn and Amber immediately took a liking to each other since they bonded over art and video games, and it was nice having a woman around since Quinn's real mother took off when she was nine years old. Drew knew immediately after he was going to marry Amber. He proposed to her Christmas day 2019 and she said yes. Soon after Drew became WWE champion at Wrestlemania but couldn't celebrate properly due to the pandemic shutting everything down and no fans were in attendance. He was happy to celebrate the win with Amber and Quinn however, and they celebrated every time he defended and won his championship matches. Amber and Drew tied the knot in October 2021, they wanted to get married sooner but decided to wait until things with the pandemic and their careers calmed down a bit. Quinn was changing a lot during these years. Her interests in art became something she wanted to pursue in life outside of school and she was an amazing drawer. She won many contests in school and in the state. She decided in high school she wanted to be a tattoo artist and took all the art classes she could. Drew was so proud of how far she had come since the traumatic year of 2018, she had her anxiety under control, her nightmares were few and far between, and she was looking to a brighter future. In 2022, things slowed a lot for Drew, he was mid-carded for awhile until he got a chance to fight for the championship in Wales at Clash At The Castle, he was so happy because he could wrestle in front of his family who came from Scotland and win, but it didn't turn out that way. He lost the match due to interference and he was mid-carded once again and stayed that way all the way through to middle 2023. In that time though Quinn turned 18 and graduated high school, she chose to go to the university close to home to study Art and begin looking into tattoo apprenticeships once she had a good drawing portfolio made, Drew and Amber were so proud and excited for her. Drew got another championship match at Crown Jewel but failed to win it again, and he began to turn heel not long after leading up to Survivor Series. 

"Honey, you okay? You seem distracted." Amber asked Drew, "Oh just got a lot on my mind right now with Survivor Series this weekend and Christmas right around the corner." Drew assured her. "Speaking of Christmas, any news if your family is coming from Scotland?" Amber asked, "No unfortunately not, there's just too much going on right now. I really hate that they can't come though, we haven't seen them since Clash At The Castle, but I'm glad they'll be here for Wrestlemania, always thinking positive nowadays" Drew said as he went to kiss Amber. Just then they heard the front door open "Mom! Dad! I'm home!" Quinn yelled out, "In the kitchen!" Drew answered back, she walked in there and hugged them both. "Smells good,  when do we eat?" Quinn asked, "In about an hour, Stephen and Erin are joining us this year" Drew said, "How's uncle Stephen doing? Any news when he'll be back to wrestling?" Quinn asked, "No news yet, neck problems you always have to be careful with, you think you're doing good and then one wrong move you're in worse shape than before" Drew said. "You don't think he's going to retire do you?" Amber asked, "Stephen? No! That Irish brute will wrestle until his limbs come off" Drew said laughing, everyone else laughed as well. "Well I'll be up in my room, let me know when it's time to eat" Quinn said. "Hang on Quinn, you are coming with us to Survivor Series this weekend yeah?" Drew asked, "Yeah as long as I get to say hi to Rhea." Quinn said with a big smirk on her face, "Mhhhmm, of course." Drew said sarcastically as Quinn went upstairs to her room. "Leave her alone Drew, she's got her favorite wrestlers who aren't her dad or her uncle Stephen" Amber said hugging Drew from behind, "Now she likes Damien Priest, Rhea Ripley, Seth Rollins, and Jey Uso. Time flies when you're not looking, she's grown up on us" Drew said turning to hug his wife. "Pretty soon you'll be walking her down the aisle and we'll be grandparents" Amber said jokingly "I'm not ready for that yet, besides I don't think she has a boyfriend" Drew answered, "You never know!" Amber said with a sarcastic tone in her voice, "What's that supposed to mean?" Drew asked intrigued", "Oh Drew I'm just joking, now let's watch some TV and relax before dinner okay?" Amber said, pulling Drew into the living room. While sitting there waiting for Stephen and Erin to arrive, Drew was lost in his thoughts again, but he was thinking about how everything was going smoothly with his career and how the future looked clear for him to eventually become world champion again. Nothing was going to get in his way, or so he thought. 

November 25, 2023- Survivor Series

Quinn was in the crowd watching the matches while Amber and Drew were backstage. Amber was working, doing everyone's hair while Drew was warming up for the match. Once Amber was done she went out and joined Quinn and waited for Drew's match. He was wrestling with The Judgment Day in a Wargames match. Usually she would give Drew a good luck kiss before his matches but he had been called into a meeting with a bunch of other wrestlers tonight. Drew came out and was put into a cage with other members of The Judgment Day and they would be let out every so often to go into the match. Once it was Drew's turn, he stormed the ring and began the fight but Quinn and Amber noticed he was a little bit more angry than usual. "What's up with dad? It looks like he's gonna have steam coming out of his ears any minute" Quinn asked her mom, "I don't know honey but I didn't get to see him before coming out here, maybe he's just overplaying it a bit" Amber said trying to reassure Quinn. They continued to watch the match until Drew and The Judgment Day lost, not long after Drew left very angrily without even catching a glimpse at his wife and daughter, just then the referee came over to Amber and Quinn and told them Drew wanted them to go backstage immediately, they both knew then something was really wrong. 

Amber and Quinn made their way to the locker rooms and saw Drew coming out in a hoodie and shorts over his wrestling tights. "Baby what's going on, the referee told us to come back here and you looked pretty pissed off in the ring" Amber asked, "We're leaving right now, I'm not sticking around" Drew said in his deep angry voice, "Dad what's wrong?" Quinn asked but before he could answer they all heard a familiar theme song playing and the crowd going crazy. It was CM Punk's theme, he had returned.

[br1ghtestlight]

Big bob! :]

first impression: honestly i probably just thought "oooh cool we can finally meet someone from bob's family :) bob's dad yay :)" and thats it. no more thought put into him. then again i have always been obsessive about learning about characters backstories/families

impression now: my blorbo <3 he's such an interesting and tragic character and i really respect how hard he's trying in repairing his relationship w/ bob and talking to his grandkids. he loves them SO MUCH. he's willing to acknowledge his flaws and actually try to grow from them. he loves bob so much and the fact that bob ever thought big bob Hated him is a testament to the miscommunication in their early relationship and toxic masculinity

favorite moment: in wharf, me worry? when he says that his grandkids are the reason he believes in the future WAHHH

idea for a story: my big bob story ideas are endless..... one of my better ones that was almost finished was about the first time big bob met linda and how he immediately liked her right away & knew that she was good for bob in the way lily was good for him

unpopular opinion: i don't know if this is unpopular in the fandom but within the show he is a better parent than either of linda's parents by FAR if for no other reason than he's actually willing to learn and grow from his mistakes. also he's autistic. he has soo many of the same flaws and traits as bob has but with none of the support and a major trauma that happened in his life. if what happened to him happened to bob im not sure bob would have been any better than big bob was esp if bob wasn't able to learn from his dads mistakes like he did. have you SEEN bob in the kitchen on thanksgiving??? everybody but bob recognizes that they're the same person

favorite relationship: big bob and tina's relationship is always adorable. would love to see his relationship with louise explored more and if big bob also thinks louise is similar to lily in personality. i always wonder how he feels about louise wearing her bunny ears in honor of lily. im under no delusion that we WILL get any episodes expanding upon his relationship with louise or lily but i would really really love it if we did

favorite headcanon: autism.... also i like to think he also grew up in a restaurant (but his parents opened it when he was like a teenager-ish) and that's where he learned so many of the controlling behaviours that he has towards bob. everything that he did to bob his parents did to him but WORSE which is why he thought he was doing kinda okay as a parent?? hardass european immigrant parents will do that to u man

[falsettos-tight-knit-family]

30 Falsettos Challenge in 2 Days (Part 2)

16) A Character You'd Want To Date: Whizzer. No questions asked. Next-

17) A Character You Want To Get To Know Better: As I said before, I'd love to know more about Charlotte as a character because I love the lesbians and I feel like even Cordelia got more fleshing out than she did.

18) Best Decision Someone Made In The Musical: Jason choosing to have his Bar Mitzvah in Whizzer's hospital room is something that still emotionally pains me every time I hear that song tbh

19) One Character You'd Want To Sing With: I'd take either part in any Whizzvin duet, especially if we're talking about Christian and Andrew's versions, they both have such good voices to harmonize with.

20) Favorite Cast Member: Andrew Rannells. I became immediately obsessed with other stuff he's done (I want to watch Black Monday and The New Normal so bad, but my family doesn't have Amazon Prime). Only when I watched the Thanksgiving side by side did I realize that the entire cast is incredibly chaotic in the best of ways and has such good chemistry together.

21) To Try To Convince Someone To Watch Falsettos, What Would You Show Them? I've already done this twice with my friends, the first thing I show them is a very specific compilation on youtube (Falsettos Act 1 Moments That Make Me Scream), because it's the same way I got into Falsettos to begin with

22) Which Act Did You Prefer? In terms of just music, probably Act 1 because I always lean towards more upbeat songs and it has less of a chance to make me burst out crying while watching/listening to it. But in terms of which I'd rather watch, I'd for sure say Act 2. The lesbians are there, you get to see Marvin and Whizzer get back together along with all of his and everyone else's character development, the story is absolutely heartbreaking, and I could go on-

23) Something That Makes You Passionately Rant: There's so many details between Unlikely Lovers through the end of What Would I Do that I feel the need to rant about. This is all stream of consciousness written at 2 am, so fair warning and I hope it all makes some kind of sense. So I talked briefly about Unlikely Lovers in another question, but ever since I saw someone point out how one of the reasons Whizzer probably wanted Marvin to go home was because he didn't want Marvin to have to wake up next to him if he died in his sleep, which I believe is true and the implication that he would rather spend what is hypothetically his last night alone, than for Marvin to have to go through that hurts me so bad- I already talked about the Cordelia part, but I will bring it up again because it is literally the first time we see her sad and it needs to be acknowledged more often. Jason praying to God and asking him for something for what appears to be the first time ("I don't think we've ever really spoken"). He doesn't know if God exists, but he's praying and hoping that if He does, He can somehow help Whizzer. In the Something Bad Reprise, when Charlotte says the line about AIDS being infectious, it feels like there's hardly a reaction on Marvin's end. As if he's already lost so much in the few weeks since learning Whizzer had it, that he's either numb/not surprised anymore or just doesn't care as much if he lives or dies if Whizzer will be gone by then anyway. I don't think there's much to be pointed out about You Gotta Die Sometime, but I do want to bring up how the end of that song immediately transitions into Jason's Bar Mitzvah. Whizzer finally let himself feel scared and just had an emotional breakdown over accepting the fact that he's about to die. He was sobbing by the time the transition happened and it's still noticeable as Jason starts singing. He's terrified that he's going to die, and now everyone he cares about is suddenly here. In his hospital room. All together here to celebrate one of the most important days in Jason's life, with Whizzer, who just two years ago was only known as Marvin's male lover. The one who broke up the family. Now he was part of the family, the one bringing them all together. Again, What Would I Do is just depressing even on surface level. I know everyone says they cry over "We're just gonna skip that stage" and i understand that, I'm much more emotionally damaged by Marvin's "I'd do it again. I'd like to believe that I'd do it again and again and again" which aside from showing how much he's grown since the beginning, he's not only saying he'd go through all that drama and heartache just to be with Whizzer every single time, but he also knows at this point that he is also most likely going to die directly because he was involved with Whizzer. And still, he'd do it all again for him (As I write this I am not okay-). Oh and also, in Days Like This, right before the song starts, Marvin very clearly puts on a fake smile to try and make Whizzer feel better and it really does need to be appreciated more-

24) A Character From Another Musical You'd Like To See In Falsettos: After that essay of pure sadness, I'm gonna go for the funny route and say Elder Price, not for anything story or even character related (because idk enough about the story or characters of BoM), but purely because it's Andrew Rannells² and I think the reactions to someone who looks just like Whizzer would be funny

25) A Character You Can Identify With: As much as I'd love to say Whizzer (and I do identify with him to an extent), it has to be Cordelia. Her general aura of happiness and energy, being the only one entertained by Marvin during The Baseball Game, and awkwardly laughing at Mendel's bad jokes, all are things I heavily relate to-

26) Favorite Non-Romantic Relationship: Whizzer and Jason's stepfather-son bond. I love them so so much, I wholeheartedly think that he was Jason's best dad of the 3. He came to his baseball game, despite being broken up with his father for 2 years and even when not part of the family, made it clear to everyone that he loves Jason ("I love baseball. I love Jason" "I love Jason, but this is not his venue"). He was the one who stood up and taught him how to swing the bat correctly and supported him fully, even though he knew as well as anyone that Jason wasn't great at the game. I will never be over this

--- 27) Favorite Quote/One Part Of A Song: Well the "kill your mother" line is taken from earlier so I'll say during Everyone Tells Jason To See a Psychiatrist, from when they introduced Whizzer like a Heather and through to the end of the song. The dramatic entrance, the head flick, Whizzer’s excited smile when Jason says he’ll go, Marvin mocking Trina’s hand movements during “they don’t make house calls” it’s all great

28) Something A Character Did That Pissed You Off: Marvin hitting Trina would be too obvious and the Chess Game was a metaphor, but Marvin in This Had Better Come to a Stop when he says Whizzer should "Always be here, making dinner, set to screw" and just being generally hypocritical (ex. "Whizzer screws too much to see what a joy's monogamy" sir you cheated on your wife and want to have both her and Whizzer at the same time. Idc if it's not sexual, it sure as hell isn't traditional monogamy)

29) A Photo/Edit/Manip That Makes You Happy: Here’s a couple of many behind the scenes pictures that make me smile (yes one is technically a gif)

Can you tell I love Andrew Rannells?

30) Something Else About The Musical You Want To Add (Wildcard): You know what I'm gonna simp in the wildcard- The way Andrew says a couple of his lines, specifically in the proshot, are randomly very attractive to me. I specifically mean "Hang up your clothes Marvin, breeding shows, Marvin" in TTOFL and "Sex and games in New York City" in A Day In Falsettoland. Also, idk if this is simp worthy or not, but the higher harmonies Christian hits in some of the songs (ex. Unlikely Lovers) are so pretty and super satisfying to listen to

[chl3borzoi]

SOOOOO i blocked my sister

Youre entitled to not like family after theyve done shit things.

Yes, my sister was a great resource when i was i my preteens letting me live with her during the summer, and for getting on my brothers for their behavior when i was in my early early teens but by that point it was kinda far too late

The thing that did it was on Thanksgiving last year she came with a woman weve never met before thats shes only known for 4 months saying theyre getting married in 2 weeks and moving to texas immediately after.

Our brother and his partner brought them out to lunch and tried to say hey we think youre going kinda fast you should take more time to get to know each other etc. They flat out told him theyre not invited to the wedding. Then when she gets home after that, she comes downstairs to find me and tells me theyre getting married, and she leans in and whispers "you're inviiiiteeeed~"

Shes in her early 30's

The thing is our MOM couldnt even attend because it was such short notice. And the marriage place couldnt get the shitty zoom stream to work. Our mom had to watch a recording of the service.

I looked out the deck window and saw her lying on her back on the porch watching the video and I knew her heart was broken.

Like. Christ im gonna put it all out there

I could tell stories of how my sister used to make me cry as a child, too. And where our parents failed to parent and the eldest should have taken the place of responsibility and etc she didnt give a fuck and YES a child should never have to act a parent role thats shitty but she was 15+ yrs old she shoulda fucking known better. (I have literally my entire family to blame for almost all of my issues, But still. During my crucial years i really do feel she did not care, and it didn't help that between me and her we have 3 THREE brothers who (one of which legitimately hated me ) too)) I DIGRESS

She let our childhood home turn into a jungle because she was too busy sitting in sweatpants smoking pot and drinking starbucks and begging our mom for more money to be put on her account,

(its all torn down, now too.)

We havent spoken very much,

Mostly just snapchats here and there

And a few days ago she sent me a chat on here saying shes revamping her account and wants to be active on here, so i blocked her.

Not only because i want tumblr to be an escape from personal real life shit but because i don't really wanna communicate or be reminded of her selfish dumb behavior.

Shes extremely hard to communicate with in person, too. Literally! I feel like im crazy trying to explain it. Shes so slow... it feels like trying to have a convo with her sometimes it feels like shes unintentionally gaslighting you. I know that sounds dumb but im fuckin serious.

She was so helpless when we helped her move, too. Pacing back and forth and fretting over all her shit (we're a packrat family yeah but holy fuck shes gonna end up being a fuckin hoarder) and me and our mom were just lifting stuff and carrying it out like :/

Sheesh

I don't hate her or wish her or her wife any ill will, its just. Fuck man. Walk in, break our moms heart (as if it isnt already broken after all the shit weve been thru as a family...) and act like everythings fine and perfect.

Also I literally witnessed my sister do/say this to her wife

"Hey, -blank-, come fight this pokemon go tournament for me."

Like

?!?!?!??!?

She was like "okay :D" but still thats so fucking bizarre

[geoshysims]

Not So Berry: Mint Generation

“Juno, did something happen with Kaori last night? I swear I saw something happen between you guys.”

“Cass, what are you talking about? Nothing happened.”

After their first fight, Juno did have a moment with Kaori. They almost kissed, but she considered it insignificant. Nothing had happened between them since then. Kaori had tried to convince her to leave Cass, but Juno shut her down immediately.

“I was too busy hosting the party to be flirting with other people Cass. You abandoned me down there last night! How can you say you saw something when you weren’t even there to see it!”

“Okay, well then what about my parents? Why were you talking to them so much? You really think things will change after how Thanksgiving went? Did you just forget what my mother said to you??”

“I’m trying to get to know them better Cass. I have no family and I want one! I want to marry into one! FYI, it did go well with them last night. You just don’t want to see it.”

“June, I feel like I can’t trust you right now. We need to get married this weekend or we’re done.”

“I’m just sick of all this drama. If getting married this weekend helps that go away, then so be it.”

[progressivemother]

The True Meaning of Thanksgiving, Our Thanksgiving, and The History of Thanksgiving

In the USA during Thanksgiving, families gather, friendships are renewed, and everyone will exclaim what they are “thankful for” or “giving thanks for the blessings they have received during the year.” Enormous plates of food will be served, including turkey, potatoes, and pumpkin pie. It’s an American eating tradition. Through this blog, I will talk about our simply Thanksgiving and the history of Thanksgiving and where is comes from.

Our Thanksgiving was simple yet fun. I didn't have to cook the meals. We had Thanksgiving at my in laws home. My husband and I hardly ever host Thanksgiving under normal circumstances, especially now that we have kids and the holidays have become a special time for us to visit family.

It's a simple holiday. There are no presents to give, no menu to reimagine (although we don't usually fo turkey ), and the whole day is focused on the one thing we all could use more of: gratitude. Gratitude is one of the greatest practices we can teach our children. But sometimes, moms have a hard time feeling grateful, even if they lead seemingly rewarding lives. In reality, life is stressful. We take care of the bills, the house, the kids, the pets, etc. We have a lot to worry about and that can make us feel a little less grateful for our lives despite being well off and relatively happy. So we can focus on what we lack (time, money, extended family) or, more importantly, on what we have (this moment, our immediate family, our home). I would rather think about what I have compared to what I don't. We are better off than most families and I should be grateful for that.

Now for the history of Thanksgiving.

It has much more meaning than a simple family holiday and no, it isn't anything to do with the natives and pilgrims; although for many this doesn't have anything to do with the holiday either. For most, it is simply a family holiday to get everyone together and be thankful for what we have and our family.

Throughout history people have gathered together for great feasts celebrating the harvest or the first beers being brewed, or any of a number of celebrations tied to the earth. And anyone who is anyone knows that earth-based anything has its roots in paganism.

The great civilizations of the past had their own versions of Thanksgiving. The Romans celebrated a holiday called Cerelia where the festivities included feasting while thanking the Goddess of the Harvest, Ceres. In ancient Greece they honored Demeter, the Goddess of the harvest and agriculture. The Celts and Anglo-Saxon’s had many celebrations connected to thanking the gods for a productive harvest. Lammas, Mabon, and Samhain were the names of the three great harvest festivals of the ancient world. For the Celts, it was called Mabon and it marked the Autumn Equinox, when day and night are equal, making it a time of balance, equality and harmony. In ancient times Mabon was a celebration of the second harvest (Lughnasadh was the first) when farmers gathered hearty foods like gourds, grapes and apples.

As time progressed, these events were adopted and adapted. In England, an autumnal feast called Harvest Home was celebrated and was derived from a variant of the ancient Celtic Pagan feasts. Harvest Home was a three-day feast that began with a special church service followed a communal dinner. Later, the Puritans would shun Harvest Home as well as Christmas and Easter on the grounds that they had pagan origins. Let's face it, the Puritans were never any fun. They were much too strict within their religion. But since many Christians still celebrate this holiday, thanking their god for the things and family in their lives seems just fine.

The holiday was later shared with the Natives of the americas. It can be said that the Natives most likely gave thanks to the spirits and celebrated their creator.

Symbols of Thanksgiving & Their Meaning:

Cornucopia – A Cornucopia is a horn shaped basket, usually filled to the point of overflowing with the bounty of the recent harvest symbolizing "plenty". The cornucopia dates back to ancient Greece.

Corn – One of the easiest symbols of Thanksgiving to recognize is corn. Native Americans would know it as maize or maiz. Native Americans had been growing corn a long time before the pilgrims arrived in the new world, and they taught pilgrims how to grow corn and help them survive the bitter winter. Corn was from that day forward, a part of the Thanksgiving dinner.

Turkey – Long before the pilgrims sat down to eat with the Native American’s who saved them from starving, the turkey was associated with abundance and being thankful. It is native to the americas.

We have to remember and respect where this holiday comes from and what it means to each person. But no matter what religion or non-religion, this day is a time to be thankful for what we have, even if it is only a little, and look to the future while we spend time with those that we love. Our children should also be educated on what this day means and where it came from.

I hope everyone had a great holiday.

[nichelleyoung]

Text/Call | Nichelle + her parents

Nichelle: I wanted to share this news with you both before you could end up finding out from anyone else. Mom: What is it? Dad: Is everything ok? Nichelle: Other than the fact that I feel like sleeping all the time and am lowkey nauseous some of the time, yes. Nichelle: [sends ultrasound pic from last dr appt] Mom: [calls immediately] Nichelle: Hey. Mom: NICHELLE. AMANI. YOUNG, ARE YOU SERIOUS RIGHT NOW?! Nichelle: Well actually, Mom, it's Nichelle Amani Rodriguez now but-- Mom: [sucks on teeth] Little girl! Dad: [laughs in the background] I can't believe it, Chelly. So we're getting another grandbaby? Nichelle: [chuckles] Yup. Sometime in February. Dad: Wow, that soon, huh? Mom: Wait, February? So that mans you and Surge have known about this for a while. Why are we just now finding out? Nichelle: Because we weren't ready to tell anybody yet. Hell, you should've seen me at Thanksgiving with his family. I wouldn't be the least bit surprised if Sofia's figured it out with me wearing the baggiest sweater I own while trying /not/ to look like I was fighting morning sickness. Dad: [chuckles again] Well congratulations, baby girl. How are you doing now? Nichelle: Right now I'm okay. Just tired but that's my norm these days. Mom: Are you and Surge planning to find out what you're having? Is my little sweet pea Pilar excited? Nichelle: Yes, my appointment was today and we did a blood test to find out. That way we don't have to /hope/ that the baby's in the right position during the ultrasound for us to find out. We're going overseas for a wedding next week, so we should have the results by then. And Mom, Pilar's very excited about becoming a big sister. I think her hype has ramped up now that I'm showing. Mom: Well of course! [laughs a little] She is going to be a great big sister. And don't be surprised if you and Surge start getting deliveries to your home soon. I've gotten started on my Christmas shopping and I'm having a few things sent directly to you guys. Dad: [scoffs] A few, Rhonda? Nichelle, your mother is the epitome of a grandma who loves to spoil her grandchild. And now that another grandbaby's on the way? You and Surge better set one of those bedrooms aside for her 'few things' she's sending. Mom: Hush, nobody asked for your commentary. Nichelle: [sighs] Mom, just remember that we do have to be able to put whatever you ordered somewhere here at the house, okay? Mom: Sweetheart, don't listen to your father. He's exaggerating. Like I said, I'm just having a few things sent and trust me, nothing's too much for my sweet pea, or her little brother or sister. Nichelle: [smiles a bit] Thanks, Mom. I'm gonna get going. I've got a couple of shoots tomorrow and the first one is early. Dad: Alright, you take care of yourself, Chelly. Mom: That's right, sweetheart. And hey, did you tell your sister the news? Nichelle: Nope. She's not talking to me still and I'm done trying to reach out to her. If she wants to be involved in my life--which includes Surge, Pilar and this baby--then she's gonna have to stop chewing on her bitter stick and talk to me. Dad: That's fair. I know you've tried, and I know your sister can be stubborn, especially when she feels wronged. Mom: I'm glad you told us, Nichi. Take care of yourself and as you know, you call or text us if you need anything. Nichelle: I will. Love you two. Dad: we love you too. And hey, I'm serious about designating a room for all those gifts-- Mom: Eddie, if you don't hush! Nichelle: [laughs] Bye, guys.

[081098]

stop assuming the worst of people who love you

be honest with yourself and others if something small is important to you. ie: birthdays

realized recently that i tend to assume the worst of people. particularly my friends/family's intentions

friend of mine invites me out to run errands with her. my sister invites me out for errands. i assume they're asking because they want a ride. in my mind, they have a history of this. but do they?? i love running errands with them but i think i'm always angry about being asked for rides

birthday stuff. my family isn't big on birthdays, we normally just go out to eat with the 4 of us. unless i make the effort, mine tends to fall by the wayside because it usually falls on thanksgiving weekend (canada). i sent my parents the link to where i'd like us to go because again, it feels like if i don't make the effort, then we won't do anything. my mom says "i have to be home for x time" and my IMMEDIATE thought is 'oh she doesnt want to go' and even as i'm typing this i'm thinking 'what if i just dont push any more? will they remember?' because deep down i know it'll be something i can get mad about later. it's a weapon, a little emotion bomb. what the fuck is wrong with me. at least i can recognize that before i make it worse. i'll just send another message today. i am not the 19 year old who starved herself for two weeks when her mother was away to see if her dad and sibling would notice, because she knew they wouldn't. that wasn't fair of me. that was a fucked up thing to do. you don't get to play this manipulation game by yourself, you don't get to test people without communicating what the underlying issue is first

my friend says 'shoot i forgot to wish you a happy birthday.' this i'm actually not upset about because i know she was thinking about me, she gave a little early gift which was very kind of her. but in my head, i remember last year that she forgot to send me a message. i KNOW i shouldn't care that much. i'm 26, i'm not a child and i know that at age 26 a birthday is also just Some Day. i had a doctor's appointment on my birthday. i paid for parking. i went back to work in the afternoon because it was a tuesday and i'm an adult who knows that i share this day with millions of other people. thankfully i realized before i could open my stupid mouth, how insane it would've been if i'd told her "oh i remember last year you forgot too haha." legit one of my pet peeves is people who can't talk seriously about things that you can clearly tell are important to them, like they make a joke about it but you can tell they're serious despite the tone of voice. if i had said something, it would've felt like that.

i always say that i'm terrible at holding grudges. i remember things but i'm bad at being mean to strangers. so why do i do it to people i love? even if i don't bring it up, why do i keep track of these things when it's someone i love. i hold these little tests of mine in my back pocket like they're hidden cards, things to throw back when i want to be mad at someone, when i want to make them feel bad and make myself feel bad in the process. that's fucked up. i should be able to communicate better with my friends and family, who have known me for decades now. i need to work on this. love isn't supposed to be a test you stupid sad bitch.

reminders to myself, in hopes of being a better person tomorrow than i was today:

let people point out your mistakes or shortcomings

it is not a personal attack

you are human and you will make mistakes.

you will always encounter things you didn't know before

it is not a personal attack!!

you don't need to double down or get defensive

just shut up and listen sometimes

you can give to people without taking away from yourself. you can give to yourself without taking away from others. do not mistake self-indulgence for selfishness, but do everything in moderation

if five minutes of personal inconvenience can make someone else's life easier, then do it.

[xoxoavenger]

You Can’t Cook

pairing: Avengers x Fem!Reader

summary: you’re not the best at cooking, and they all know it. 

word count: 2439

warnings: none

series masterlist (all disclaimers on masterlist)

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Tony Stark:

“What smells like that?” Tony asked, walking into the kitchen. Y/N and Peter had come over to have dinner with the Stark family, and the young couple decided to make dinner.

They could not cook well. At all.

“You haven’t even tried it yet.” Peter commented, stirring the pot on the counter. The two of them both knew there was no way they would eat this tonight. It was not smelling the best now, and they knew it probably wouldn’t get better.

“I don’t think I want to.” Tony looked over their shoulders, and Y/N took a deep breath. She wasn't as close to the Starks as Peter was, but she wasn't above kicking Tony out of the kitchen.

“Oh,” Pepper said as she walked into the kitchen. “Oh my.”

“It’s not that bad!” Y/N laughed, making everyone else laugh. They all knew it would be.

When dinner was finally plated, they all looked at the food, no one wanting to eat first.

“This just looks,” Tony started.

“It smells funny.” Morgan commented, making Pepper’s eyes widen. Y/N covered her mouth, not sure whether to laugh or comfort Peter. He really wanted to make Tony and Pepper dinner after they helped so much with his college, but again, they really could not cook.

“It’s not that bad.” Y/N said. She almost gagged though as she tried to serve herself spaghetti and realized it was overcooked and sticking to itself.

“Alright, I’m ordering pizza. Who wants some? Everyone? Great!” Tony pushed his chair away, phone already at his ear. Y/N turned to Peter, who had his head in his hands, elbows resting on the table as he hunched over his empty plate. Y/N rubbed his back, kissing his cheek.

“Peter,” She sighed as she felt his shoulders shake, looking up to Pepper with a sad face. She knew Peter was upset, but she didn’t think he would be crying over it.

“It’s okay, hon. We figured we’d end up ordering pizza anyway.” Pepper reached across the table to hold his arm, which is when he dropped his arms and showed the smile on his face. The two women were shocked, even more so when Peter began laughing.

“Free pizza!”

Peter Parker:

“That turkey looks so good, Y/N.” May commented, getting ready to cut in. Y/N was having Thanksgiving dinner at the Parkers, since she couldn’t go home for the holiday. She was living in New York for college, and her and Peter had become close in the couple months they spent together after meeting in Calc II.

“I hope so. I spent awhile trying to cook it.” Y/N said, watching as May cut into the turkey. Almost immediately it ballooned out, steam rising as it broke open. Y/N gasped as heat flooded her cheeks; she had over cooked the turkey.

Oh God, and she really liked Peter, too.

“I am so sorry.” Y/N said, looking at Peter with her hands covering her mouth. Peter’s mouth was open in shock, but as soon as he looked at her he burst into laughter.

“Peter!” May scolded, seeing Y/N looking away and wiping a tear.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. It’s just,” Peter looked at the turkey, smiling still, then looked back at Y/N, who was still faced away. “You really think something as small as overcooking a turkey could ruin Thanksgiving?” Peter chuckled a bit before peeling off a piece of meat and stuffing it in his mouth. The commotion made Y/N turn to see him, chewing hard as it was so dry. She giggled a bit as he scrunched his face, then gave her a thumbs up and nodded.

“We have so much food here, who needs the turkey?” May asked, picking the dish up and moving it to the kitchen, where it would be out of sight.

“I really am sorry, it was my first time cooking a turkey. I shouldn’t have volunteered to do it.” Y/N shook her head, smiling only slightly when she saw Peter still trying to gnaw on his piece.

“Honey, if I had been the one cooking, the turkey wouldn’t just be overdone.” May said, digging into her own plate finally.

“It would have been burnt!” Peter commented enthusiastically, mouth still full. He coughed for a second, before making a big deal of swallowing it and grabbing water.

“Let me pay you.” Y/N said, still feeling flustered from embarrassment.

“Eat, Y/N.” May commanded, and Y/N’s eyes widened as she looked at Peter’s aunt. She turned to the boy, who just shrugged and ate his own food.

It was silent for a couple minutes, everyone eating in peace.

“So, how did Peter finally ask you out? He talks about you a lot.” May said, making Peter choke once more. Y/N spit the water she was drinking back into her cup.

“What?”

Steve Rogers:

“Oh no.” Steve hadn’t even shut the door, standing in the doorway, duffle bag falling to the ground as Y/N turned around.

“I made dinner!” Y/N said excitedly. Steve’s eyes were still widened, and he finally shut the door.

“Love, what the hell are you thinking?” He walked in, but Y/N pushed him back, leaving the stove.

“No, no, no! It’s a surprise! Go take a shower, it’ll be ready when you’re down!” She shooed him away, and he still looked worried.

“What if the apartment burns down?” He seemed genuinely concerned, and she scoffed.

“Leave.” She pointed, and he reluctantly turned away, going into the hallway to shower. Half an hour later, Steve was sitting in front of Y/N, food on his spoon. He was analyzing it, and Y/N was waiting for him to take a bite. When he finally bit into it, he hadn’t even fully swallowed it when he looked up to see her hopeful face.

“Interesting pie.” He said, trying to swallow the food.

“It’s a soup.” She told him, playing with her own food. He looked up at her, and burst out laughing. “I’m sorry!” She leaned back as she laughed with him, face hot.

“I love you, but please never cook again.” He begged, and she shook her head, grabbing her phone to order takeout.

“Fine.”

Natasha Romanoff:

“What is it?” Natasha asked, looking at the food Y/N placed in front of her.

“It’s chicken pot pie.” Y/N told her, smiling like a child. Natasha thought about telling the girl across from her exactly what she thought; that the food was gross and there was no way she was going to eat it. But she didn’t want to hurt Y/N’s feelings, so she said the first excuse she could think of.

“I’m full.” This was the wrong thing to say, as Y/N’s face immediately fell.

“You don’t like it.” She guessed, and Natasha tried to think of what to do now. She really didn’t want to hurt Y/N’s feelings, but she also didn’t want to die.

“Y/N,” Natasha started, looking at the girl. “Chicken pot pie isn’t normally crispy.”

“I tried!” Y/N cried, a faint smile on her lips.

“I’ll be doing the cooking from now on.” Natasha said, making Y/N frown.

“Oh dear.” She said, but she didn’t sound sad at all. Natasha squinted at the girl across from her, realizing that this was her plan all along.

“I see where you’re going with this.” Natasha scowled, looking down at her food before shaking her head and looking back up. “But, for the sake of my health, I’m gonna allow it.”

Thor Odinson:

“I know you’ve been missing home,” Y/N said, leading Thor to the table with a platter on it.

“You made me food?” He asked, with wide eyes and a happy face.

“Of course I did.” She let him pull her chair out for her before sitting next to her, too excited to sit across. Y/N made him a plate, and he immediately dug in. He chewed, not looking at her as she stared at him.

“It’s amazing.” He said, though he gagged a bit.

“You don’t like it?” She mumbled, and Thor’s eyes widened quickly as he shook his head.

“No, no, I love it. It’s great. Yeah.” Thor just stared at the food again, and Y/N sighed, head in her hands. “I appreciate the gesture.” He rubbed her back, making her feel better.

“I’m sorry. I just wanted to do something nice for you.” She looked at him, face slightly red from crying.

“You do nice things for me all the time.” Thor kissed her forehead, pulling her closer, and she melted into him. “But maybe let’s lean away from cooking.”

Loki Odinson:

“Please tell me you’re not cooking.” Loki said as he walked into the small kitchen the two shared. They were living in one of the villas in the castle, however Loki had always been the one to make them food. Y/N wanted to repay the favor, but both of them knew she couldn’t cook at all.

“Don’t be over dramatic!” Y/N chuckled stirring the soup at the burner.

“Love, I’m not being overdramatic. I just don’t want to die today.” Loki told her, but she just continued to stir her soup.

“Why don’t you wash up? It’ll be ready when you come back.” She suggested, and he looked at her as if she had grown an extra head in front of his eyes.

“We’re seriously eating your creation?” Loki crossed his arms, and Y/N finally turned to him with murder on her face.

“You haven’t even tasted it!” She yelled, and Loki finally lifted his hands in surrender.

“Okay, okay. I’ll go get ready.” He walked closer to kiss her forehead, but she was still mad at him. “I love you.” She didn’t respond, and he kissed her cheek before leaving to get ready.

Half an hour later, the two were sat at their small table, soup in front of each of them.

“I’m not eating that.” Loki looked up to his girlfriend, who looked upset and angry,

“You didn’t even try it!” She complained, hand hitting the table hard enough to make the soup spill over the edges of the bowl.

“It looks like dirty water!” Y/N lifted the bowl to throw it at Loki, but his reflexes were too quick. He used his magic to teleport behind her, so the soup spill all over the chair. “That was rude.” He said from behind her.

“You’re being rude!” She stood, turning to him.

“I am looking out for our collective health.” He explained as if it were obvious.

“I’m just trying to be a good partner!” She yelled, making his eyes widened.

“You are. You do so many other things, that I love. You clean, you’re beautiful, you take care of me.” He approached her slowly, smiling slightly as she let him take her into his arms.

“You’re lucky you’re charming.” Y/N said, leaning into him as he rubbed her back.

“You’re right.” He smirked grabbing her arms and pulling her back to look at her. “Just promise me you’ll never cook again.”

“Only if you promise to stop being such an ass.” She kissed his cheek before moving to go wipe the soup up.

“It’s called charm!”

Bruce Banner:

“You’ve been in here for way too long.” Y/N said, sitting on Bruce’s desk.

“I’m almost done.” He said for the fourth time, not even looking at her.

“You said that thirty minutes ago.” She sighed, resting her head in her hand.

“Science takes time.” He mumbled, fidgeting with some tools.

“Come on! I made you food. Just take a break for dinner.” She hopped off the desk, sliding in between him and his work so he was forced to look at her. “Please?”

“Fine.” He smirked, kissing her quickly before grabbing her hand and leading her up to the kitchen, where she had put the food in the oven to keep in warm. Once she got it all plated and out, they sat together, Bruce looking at dinner. He took a tentative bite, swallowing quickly before looking up at Y/N.

“W-What is it again?” He asked kindly, and she frowned.

“You don’t like it.”

“I didn’t say that.” His eyes were wide as she called him out. He hated the food, they both knew it, but there was no way he would say it.

“Your face did.” She leaned back, trying not to seem upset.

“What do you mean? This is my normal face.” He shrugged, and she ran a hand down her face.

“Stop lying. It’s okay.” She said, watching him take another bite and chew it quickly.

“See? Great!” He went to take another bite, and she grabbed his hand.

“It’s okay.” She grabbed his arm, and he froze, mouth still open. She smiled, watching him put his hand down.

“I’m sorry.” He mumbled.

“Hey, at least I got you out of the lab.”

Wanda Maximoff:

“I didn’t know you could cook.” Wanda said as she walked into the kitchen, seeing Y/N at the stove.

“She can’t.” Tony said from the chair, reading a magazine.

“Tony just has no taste.” Y/N shrugged, smiling at Wanda.

“Let me try.” Wanda walked closer, and Y/N used her stirring spoon to bring some out of the pot and letting it cool before bringing it to Wanda’s mouth. The Sokovian tried some, trying to keep her face from moving. She smiled at Y/N nodding, letting the girl go back to cooking. When Wanda turned around, however, her eyes widened at Tony, who nodded with a tight smile.

Y/N may suck at cooking, but they’re never gonna tell her.

Bucky Barnes:

“What is this?” Bucky asked as he walked to the table with all the food. Y/N smiled, gesturing toward the food, which Bucky was not happy about.

“Food!” She was way excited, and Bucky felt bad for already being disgusted. “I thought it’d be nice for you to come home to a home cooked meal for once.” She told him, and he just blinked at her.

“I’m not hungry.” He still hand’t moved from the middle of the room, and Y/N rolled her eyes.

“You’re always hungry.” She shot back, and he licked his lips.

“Fine.” He went to sit at the table, looking at the dish in front of him. He picked up his fork, poked the food, and then looked up at Y/N with an arched brow. “We can’t eat this.”

“Don’t be overdramatic, Bucky.” She said, cutting into her own food.

“It’s undercooked.” He leaned back, crossing his arms.

“You’re undercooked.” She shot back, pushing her plate away and standing. Bucky chuckled at her comeback, but he followed her anyway.

“Doll, I love you,” He grabbed her quickly, making her face him. “You’re just not a good cook. And that’s okay.”

[corvidinthewoods]

a new philosophy tube video came out and i have a lot of thoughts. i left this all as a comment on youtube, but i figured i might get better discussion elsewhere so im posting it here too. i put it under a readmore cause its kinda long and i dont want it to clog up ppl's dash, especially if discussion turns into a reblog chain (which would be nice!!!)

specifically this is thinking about what she said regarding gender dysphoria and pathologization and stuff

i started hrt in february 2020, so before any changes could be easily seen the world went into lockdown. i also got top surgery in april 2021, less isolated but still not especially opened back up yet

i don’t see my extended family very often just due to geography, so with covid it became even less frequent. the first time i spent time with some of my aunts after starting T, I think was thanksgiving or christmas 2021. So, at that point a lot of changes had happened and I imagine for my extended family it was much more sudden than for my immediate family and friends. That probably contributed to why gender and transition came up in conversation.

One of my aunts is fairly tall for a cis women, and she wondered why people choose transition over a different way of being their agab. she shared a memory of hers from growing up, how she felt like she wasn’t Correctly Female because of her height. But at one point she joined a tall womens social group, and was actually only just over the minimum height requirement. There, she was actually shorter than most of the other women and it helped her feel better in her own womanhood.

That’s a very nutshell retelling of it, but her full explanation sounded to me just like gender dysphoria, based on both my own experience and on what i’ve read of the experiences of others. It wasn’t the point of her question so I didnt bring it up, but it did (and obviously still has) stuck with me

Later, I went into a trans-focused discord community and asked others whether they thought cis people could feel dysphoria. The consensus from answers i received was ‘no’, and that surprised me.

For a while now I’ve also been feeling that the line between ‘cisgender’ and ‘transgender’ is a false binary, just like with the male/female binary.

I’ve recently been going back to Contrapoints videos, and in one of them she talks a bit about how her conception of gender and transness has changed, particularly with regards to trying to categorize it. She said her current mindset was that some things about human existence are just irrational, and will always defy attempts to group them. So rather than endlessly try and make them make sense, it’s better to just accept them.

I feel like this could apply to gender dysphoria, if we approach it in the more linguistic sense like when Abby Thorn used the word to summarize her feelings when someone asked “how are you”. Sometimes when a person is feeling dysphoric, the solution is adjusting her view on tall womanhood. Sometimes the solution is taking bioidentical hormone therapy. Sometimes it’s hormone replacement therapy, sometime’s its surgeries to change sex characteristics like breasts or genitals. Sometimes it’s just a feeling that we have to cope with and eventually let pass, like nervousness or sadness. There’s no way to systematically decide ahead of time what the outcome of ‘feeling dysphoric’ should be, and when you try to make that system you can end up with the clusterfuck going on in the uk.