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Season’s Eatings {A Nessian Thanksgiving Oneshot}

Well, friends, sorry that this is so late! I got stuck at family shindigs later than I expected to and the wine was free flowing. So this was written half drunk. (I’m not even sorry.)

Shoutout to @nerdperson524 for guessing correctly! It is Nessian centered. But come on, are y’all even shocked at this point? You all know I’m Nessian trash.

With out further ado, please enjoy!

Originally posted by fluorize


Peeking into the oven for the 10th time in 5 minutes, Nesta groaned and slammed the door. She threw the oven mitts onto the counter and rested her forehead against the fridge. This was not supposed to be this hard.

When Nesta and Cassian moved into their house just before Halloween, she informed everyone that she would be in charge of Thanksgiving dinner this year. As the day grew closer, and Feyre, Elain and the rest of the group offered to bring different dishes and desserts, Nesta was adamant that she could handle it and the only thing they needed to bring were themselves and their appetites. The tree was up, the decorations were hung, and the outside of the house was twinkling with Christmas lights everywhere you looked.

But ever since she started cooking at 7:00 this morning, one thing after another had gone wrong. She accidentally used baking soda in place of powder in in the cornbread and it looked like a frisbee. The cranberry sauce looked more like a pan full of blood. And now the pecan pie she’d put in the oven over an hour and a half ago was still a bubbling vat of goop, not the delicious, golden-brown delicacy she’d seen her mother bake when she was a child.

She glanced at the clock and gasped, running out to the garage. She opened the fridge where the turkey had been brining since last night and pulled it out, balancing it in her arms and bumping the door closed with her hip. As she made it back up the couple of steps to the back door, she saw the door had clicked shut, where she thought she had left it cracked. Carefully resting the pan and bird on the door, she let go to reach for the doorknob.

The next few seconds happened in slow motion and Nesta was powerless to stop any of it.

When she reached for the knob, her arm tipped the pan, pouring the brining liquid down the front of her t-shirt and jeans. She gasped and jumped back, jostling the bird and then the unthinkable happened: the turkey hit the garage floor, where it bounced and clattered across the floor. It was still frozen solid.

She fell to her knees and screamed, all of her frustration and stress coming out as she gripped her hair.

The door flew open and Cassian appeared in the doorway, still wearing his Velaris Police Department uniform. His hand was instinctively reaching for his gun as he said, “Whats happening? Nesta, baby, what’s wrong?” His eyes were shooting around the dusty garage, looking for an assailant or something that caused his fiancée to be on her knees, with tears streaming down her face. When his eyes landed on the uncooked turkey next to his police cruiser, he tried not to laugh. He really did.

As his booming laughter filled the small room, he kneeled down and wrapped his arms around her shoulders.

“It’s not funny,” she groaned into his shoulder.

“It kind of is,” he said, leaning back to wipe the tears from her face. He grabbed the empty pan, stood, walked over and leaned down to pick the bird up.

“Uh, Nes,” he said. “You know this thing is-?”

“Yes, I know it’s still frozen, Cassian!” She screamed, burying her face in her hands. “Everyone will be here in two hours.” She paused and the words were so quiet, he barely caught them. “I ruined everyone’s Thanksgiving.”

Leaving the turkey where it was, he stood Nesta up and wrapped her in his arms. “You did not ruin Thanksgiving. I’ll take care of it. You just go upstairs, put on that beautiful green dress that I know you’ve been saving for today, and leave your hair down.” He pressed a kiss to the tip of her nose after she looked up at him. “You know I love it when you leave your hair down.”

With that, he ran out of the garage and left without another word. She heard the front door open and close and she just stood there, staring after him.

Taking his advice, she went upstairs, hopping in the shower, and got ready. He was right, she had been saving the green dress for this occasion and she decided to wear her hair down, letting it curl around the open neckline. She spent extra time perfecting her make up and by the time she opened their bedroom door, voices were floating up the stairs and she knew their guests had arrived. She fought back the urge to slam the door shut and stay in her room for the rest of the night, but instead, she took to the stairs, head held high. She would own up to her mistake. This was all on her.

She would serve her salty green beans, lumpy mashed potatoes, and burnt sweet potato casserole. She’d give them goopy, undercooked pecan pie and flat cornbread. And next year, she would do better. Next year, she would plan better. Next year, she might even swallow her pride and accept help.

But as she descended the stairs, she was met by the most amazing array of smells; savory, sweet and delicious.

She saw Lucien was sitting on the couch with a red-haired woman, his arm slung over her shoulder. They each had a beer in hand and Lucien nodded at her in greeting. She heard Elain and Feyre’s voices bustling around in the kitchen, her kitchen, as if they owned the place. Steeling herself, she walked into the kitchen and ready to see her sisters.

“Nesta, by the cauldron, everything looks amazing!”

She was caught off guard as Feyre through her arms around her neck. An arm wrapped around her waist and her hand rested on her back. Feyre’s growing belly was pressing against her own stomach. “It- it does?” She asked, steadying herself.

“Of course!” Elain beamed, taking a sip from her glass of wine. “I never expected you to make such a spread.”

Nesta felt a groomed eyebrow quirk and glanced over Elain’s shoulder to the dining room.

There was a feast fit for a king spread out on her dining room table.

She tried to hide her shock, but her sisters knew her too well. “What is it?” Feyre asked as she leaned back and got a good look at Nesta’s wide eyes.

“I don’t- How did- I didn’t-.”

Two strong arms wrapped around her waist. “I set the table for her while she was getting ready. She hasn’t seen it with the full effect yet.”

Feyre’s eyes filled with tears as she looked from Cassian to Nesta. “That is so sweet,” she whispered, sniffling.

Rhysand stepped around Cassian and groaned. “These damn pregnancy hormones. Did you know that last night, she cried during a Black Friday commercial?” He pressed a kiss to his wife’s forehead and laid a tender hand on her growing belly.

Azriel wrapped an arm around Elain’s waist and said “It’s getting awfully chummy in here and I’m starving. Why don’t we sit down and start eating?”

Cass flung a hand out towards the dining room and said, “I like how you think, brother. Lead the way.”

As everyone headed into the dining room, Nesta said, “We’ll be right there,” and gripped Cassian by the wrist.

After the room had emptied, she turned to him and laid her hands on his shoulders. “How?” was all she asked.

“Rita’s brother owns a meat and three. She owed me a favor after I personally ran security for her Halloween party last month. She convinced him to help us out.”

Nesta was speechless, so instead of saying anything, she kissed him, wrapping her arms around his neck and holding him tightly. Breaking away, she whispered, “Thank you.”

“Next year,” he whispered, “maybe take the bird out of the freezer a few days before, yeah?”

She smacked his chest and blushed.

But she wouldn’t worry about next year. She was going to focus on this year, on the friends and family that were piled into her home. On the love and happiness she could practically see radiating out of the dining room. Who cares if she hadn’t cooked the entire meal herself.

There was always next year.

bring your good times and your laughter

amy santiago is the youngest captain in nypd history, and a freakout of corresponding magnitude ensues (feat: mentions of peraltiago babies, husband of the year detective jake peralta, and a ref to kokomo). title from celebration. as always, i owe my life and all my worldly possessions to @jakelovesamy and @elsaclack. also on ao3

The door shuts behind Captain Amy Santiago (she’s been in official possession of that title for a full three hours, and she has every intention to use it on even her takeout orders, just to hear the sound). The click of the doorknob is louder than expected, and she pauses for a moment, hand hovering, to see if anyone outside noticed, but the chorus of “Celebration” is blasting so loudly that the blinds are rattling against the windows. She shuts them, suppressing a reflexive sigh at the thought of the confetti littering the bullpen - her bullpen - and focusing on the overwhelming joy of this moment.

She moves behind her desk, savoring the feel of the new, heavy medals against her shoulder and the hat resting atop her perfectly smooth bun (she’d spent at least an hour ensuring every hair was in place. It could’ve been half that time, but Rae and Ana, nothing short of tornadoes, had spun through their bathroom halfway through the preparations, already in their pajamas for the babysitter, to grab Amy by the bun and plant large toddler kisses on her forehead, leaving bumps in Amy’s ponytail that refused to settle). Her desk is nearly bare, with only two framed photos perched below her desktop. There hasn’t been time for case files to accumulate, for her detectives and beat cops to need signatures or approvals or second opinions. The thought of the work excites her and terrifies her simultaneously, and it’s only as she’s sitting at this desk, so similar to that of her mentor’s, two precincts over, that the gravity of her situation hits her.

She, Captain Amy Santiago, is the youngest captain in NYPD history.

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-JAKES SHOELACES ARE ORANGE THEYRE SO OBNOXIOUS

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-the guy playing michael is totally playing him as Jealous Gay Best Friend or at least. he was SO DONE with jeremy’s pining over christine bullshit BUT HE WAS DEF HAPPY WHEN THEY DID GET TOGETHER

-JAKE CALLED EXTRACURRICULAR ACTIVITES EXTRA CIRCULAR ACTIVITY i was weak

-when jeremy went “optic nerve blocking: on” one of the people behind me went “oh my god.”

-WHENEVER MR REYES WENT “our funds will go to the frisbee golf organization!” ONE OF THE EXTRAS WENT “YES!!” the extras are so funny i would straight up die for them

-as jeremy was purchasing the squip and the stockpeople were showing it to him michael stretched his camera over jeremy’s head to take a picture inside the box fjsksks it was so funny

-THE GIRLS ARE SO FUNNY

-CHRISTINE IS HILARIOUS

-also christine’s outfit is so cute she’s wearing those leggings that are like cat leggings

-BROOKE IS PRECIOUS AND ALSO HILARIOUS

-do you wanna ride was SO FUNNY

-THE SQUIP IS INCREDIBLY TALENTED

-he Hits Some Notes

-ALSO during be more chill pt. two jeremy was SO EXCITED TO BECOME POPULAR

-MICHAEL DABBED DURING “COOL IN COLLEGE” google search how to unstan michael mell

-OK SO DURING THE PART WHERE ALL OF THE POPULAR KIDS RUN INTO PLAY REHEARSAL RICH WALKED IN AND HUMPED THE BACK OF JEREMYS CHAIR FJSJDJSJSIDJSJS

-the squip song was SO FUNNY

-ALSO DURING UPGRADE CHRISTIME AND JAKE MADE! OUT! THEY STRAIGHT UP MADE OUT SON

-also during be more chill pt 2 jake and one of the extras picked up jeremy and put him on their shoulders and when they set him down on his bed the bed went “KRRRRK” and the squip went “BE CAREFUL WITH HIM”

intermission

-HALLOWEEN WAS AWESOME

-the chemistry between christine and jeremy is so dorky and cute fjdisidiidisksks

-JAKE AND JEREMY HAD A DANCE BATTLE I WAS LOSIN IT

-also whenever jake réaliséd jeremy and chloe were Bangin’ he straight up PUNCHED OUT THE WINDOW TO HIS PARENTS BEDROOM

-OH ALSO at the end of ‘HALLOWEEN’ it didn’t end like it does with the music trailing off but rich went off stage going in a very broken, robotic voice, “halloween. halloween. halloween.” i was fjskskskkdskkskd. u can very clearly see how heavily he’s relying on his squip by this point to the point where he can’t even function normally without it IDK it was moving to me

-ALSO!!!!!! jake dillinger can’t emotionally deal with anything he does Not Know how girls work. i really believe he and christine would’ve worked out if he was just a little more not deaf to the emotions of those around him

-PITIFUL CHILDREN IS SO LIT

-the steady increase and change of the squips appearance from normal to Evil Villain is SO COOL

-GOD i love the squip

-also i cried during michael in the bathroom but if anyone asks What No I Didn’t

-CHRISTINE COMES OUT RIGHT BEFORE THE PLAY AND THE CURTAINS ARE SHUT AND ITS JUST LIKE AN AVERAGE HIGH SCHOOL PLAY IDK ITS REALLY ENDEARING AND CUTE

-also i am 1048289392% convinced christine canigulas entire wardrobe comes from justice

-MR REYES WEARING JEREMYS PLAY COSTUME HAD ME WEAK

-y’all. JEREMYS DAD WAS SO FUNNY

-THE PANTS SONG IS SUCH A BOP!!! A STRAIGHT UP BANGER

-everyone 30+ was LOSING THEIR SHIT at the pants song they all thought it was the funniest shit

-ALSO AT MICHAEL MAKES AN ENTRANCE THE GUY PLAYING MICHAEL RAN PAST ME (i was sitting by the aisle) AND HIS FEET WENT DUNK DUNK DUNK DUNK DUNK RIGHT NEXT TO ME AND LIKE SHOOK THE GROUND AND I THOUGHT IT WAS A STAMPEDE I DIDNT KNOW WHAT WAS HAPPENING IT WAS TERRIFYING

-he sure did make an entrance. hoo boy did he EVER

-in the finale chloe and brooke had switched shirts and uh. they fuckin

-whenever the squip said “everything about you is so terrible” he did this weird. hitting the floor seductress thing?? it was so weird

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-DURING THE PART WHERE THEY ALL SCREAM AND COLLAPSE AS THE SQUIP LEAVES MICHAEL JUST STOOD OVER ALL THE BODIES, STAREDFOR A SECOND AND WENT “FUCK”

-also in the middle of the smartphone hour brooke dropped her phone and shrieked

Nekoma’s intermission performance during Hyper Projection Engeki Haikyuu!! Winners and Losers with English subs!

Thank you to @arellethram for helping me out with the subtitles~❤️

PLEASE DO NOT REPOST THIS VIDEO ANYWHERE ELSE. THANK YOU!


Note:
Before I get flooded with asks about subtitles for the DVD: Nope, I don’t have it. Nope, I am not doing it (well, yet? maybe? I’m busy trying to graduate from grad school for now 😊). Corrections are welcome if I made any mistake with the translations!