#noangstnov Day 26: Thanksgiving
Stede's hosting Thanksgiving for his motley crew/chosen family
Everything was ready. The weather was mild, so Stede set the patio table up with all as many place settings as he could and set up card tables for the rest.
The turkey was in the smoker, spatchcocked so it wouldn't be an all day affair to cook it. Roach had come early to monitor it and the rest of the cooking Stede and he had taken on.
He'd assigned out some of the simpler dishes to the members of the crew who would actually follow through. Salad for Lucius and Pete. Cranberry sauce for Olu and Jim. Actually just those two.
Roach and Stede worked together to get the rest done--mashed potatoes, gravy, pumpkin pie, green bean casserole, and Roach's orange cake since it had become a staple at their gatherings.
The crew started arriving at one, trickling in one or two at a time. Ed with a couple of sixpacks and Izzy trailing behind him with a couple more.
Stede was surprised Ed had convinced Izzy to come. He hadn't seemed inclined when Stede invited him.
Jim and Olu next followed quickly by Wee John, Frenchie and Swede.
Frenchie was giving Swede a crash course in Thanksgiving history, keeping mainly to info about the menu.
Fang and Ivan arrived next with Buttons soon after.
It was nearing three when Lucius and Pete rolled in looking slightly askew, and salad forgotten, but Stede chose not to ask.
Stede ushered the crew out to the garden and the meal was underway.
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Sitting at the head of the table and looking down it to his guests, Stede thought about how different his life was, now. Last year he'd dined alone, his first holiday post-divorce, wondering if he'd made a terrible mistake.
The one before that, eating with Mary, the kids, and his in-laws, feeling out of place and miserable, but smiling nonetheless.
He missed his kids, but he'd see them Saturday for a mini-meal. This year the smile on his face was genuine. He loved these people and for some reason they actually seemed to at least like him back.
The garden seemed built to hold them all, amplifying their chatter and laughs so that it carried.
The food mostly eaten, Stede stood and clinked his glass to get everyone's attention.
"I want to thank you all, once again, for being here. I know that we're new friends, but I have to say thank you so much for taking me in. This last year has been a huge change for me, a good one, but it started out feeling quite awful.
"And then I found Lucius and he introduced me to the rest of you, and you took me in. You accepted this very...very strange man, and...I feel so very lucky to have such wonderful friends in my life...so this year, You are what I'm thankful for."
Stede sat, his bravery depleted, a tear in his eye.
And his friends fucking clapped and cheered until he was laughing joyfully with them.
"I made you a cake."
They were alone in the galley. It was still early, most of the ship was still sleeping, but Izzy had come down for his morning coffee.
It was routine, Izzy sat and drank in relative silence while Roach worked.
They tended not to talk. Pointedly. But it was one of Izzy's favorite times of day, and Roach was part of it, loathe as Izzy was to admit it.
This was a deviation though.
"A cake?"
"Captain Ed said today's your birthday.
"Oh for fuck's sake. Who else knows?"
Roach shrugged, nonplussed by the utterly on brand response from Izzy.
"Birthdays mean cake, even for you, Mister Hands."
Smutty story in progress:
Izzy goes to the captains to help settle his mind. They know how to help as long as he asks #steddyhands#nsfw
1/?
It's the weekend. Another one of Stede's stupid changes. No work on weekends. Izzy isn't allowed to yell at anyone. He isn't allowed to work. He's bored and there's nothing to keep his mind from wandering.
He knows it'll get bad if he doesn't stop it.
2/?
There's so much poison in his mind just waiting to drown him.
He knows the solution. He craves it and he hates himself for needing it. He is weak though, he gives in and heads to the Captains' cabin.
He knocks, hoping they ignore him and needing them to answer.
#noangstnov Day 25: Dance #ouizzy
Ed drags Izzy out to a gay bar and they meet some interesting guys.
The bar was loud and busy, and Izzy felt small and old in the sea of bodies. Ed had dragged him out, claiming he needed to hang around people other than him for awhile. Izzy disagreed, Ed was plenty for him, but he let Ed have his way. Again.
Ed steered them to a dark corner booth and ran off to get them drinks. Izzy watched him as he flirted with the bartender and the blonde next to him and the tall guy next to him. Izzy wondered if Ed would want to bring someone home with him.
#noangstnov Day 24: date night #steddyhands
Izzy's turn to pick a date night activity for the trio and he's feeling unsure what to do
It was Izzy's turn to plan date night, and he was...not feeling great about that. They'd gotten into a groove with them. Stede usually picked something cultural like a play or museum. Ed something fun and make-out friendly like the drive-in.
And Izzy usually opted for a night in and a homemade dinner.
Izzy worried it (and he) was too boring for his partners.
He isn't flashy and fancy like Stede. He isn't fun and flirty like Ed. Izzy is just...Izzy.
Stede opened the door to the flat and gasped in awe. The lights were out and candles were sitting lit on every surface, casting a warm glow on the space.
"Darling?" Stede called out.
Who should be darling?
Ed came out wearing one of Stede's saucier robes holding two wine glasses.
"What's all this for, Dear?"
Stede was running through all the possible occasions in his head. It wasn't one of their birthdays. Not their anniversary. Neither of the days they met.
#noangstnov
Day 22: cozy #ouizzy
Izzy heard some muffled knocking and then the yelling signaling Frenchie was here.
"Babe! Babe! Open up!"
Izzy pulled the door open to Frenchie holding more things than seemed possible.
A blanket fell from the top of the precarious tower onto Izzy's head
"Oops, sorry, but if you could grab some of this I'd appreciate it."
Izzy was weak to Frenchie's shit-eating grin.
"Alright...Give it here."
"Cheers m'dear!" Frenchie replied with a quick kiss to Izzy's cheek.
"What is all of this?"
"Well, first night in your new place so I figured you wouldn't really have unpacked anything, yet. And you're you, so I figured you'd also be stressed about that.