such a fun prompt! love the clique sm, writing this was the best way to start off my thanksgiving break and get inspired to dress up lol
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“Hurry up, Kuh-laire.” Massie Block shuffle-stomped her chocolate brown vintage Chloé platforms in front of the Riveras’ enormous oak door and shivered. The Chloés set off her black lace tights, muted gold lace Marc Jacobs shift dress and taupe Trina Turk capelet perfectly, but the ensemble did little to keep her warm in the late Westchester November afternoon. She adjusted the thin gold headband in her glossy dark hair.
“I’m right here,” Claire Lyons huffed, stumbling up the stone steps in her Frye boots. She had Massie’s pumpkin-colored Le Creuset balanced on top of her own foil-covered Trader Joe’s green bean casserole. Dangling from her elbow was a burgundy crocodile leather carrier, which hissed like a tea kettle—Massie’s sphynx cat, Bijou, was pissed, and probably freezing her ass off despite all the cashmere Loro Piana scarves Massie had stuffed inside. “I’d be a lot faster if I wasn’t carrying all your stuff too, you know.”
Massie batted her lashes innocently. “How was I supposed to know I’d throw out my shoulder in Pilates yesterday?” Claire rolled her eyes.
Before either girl had a chance to lift the heavy brass lion-shaped knock, the door flew open. “You guys!” Dylan Marvil crowed. Her dark olive-toned wool cape fanned out dramatically as she rushed to hug them. “Kristen was tracking you on Find My Friends.”
“How ah-dorably creepy.” Massie beamed, the feeling of reuniting with her old friends recharging her like an iPhone docking station. She pulled back to survey Dylan. Her chic belted olive-colored jumpsuit and suede over-the-knee Stuart Weitzman boots showed off her glamorous figure.
“You look in-credible. And nice hat,” she teased Kristen Gregory, who had rounded the corner into the huge foyer. Her trademark dirty-blonde hair was covered by a brown tweed newsboy cap, which matched the wide suede belt circling her cashmere long-sleeved minidress and knee-high boots. “Where was it when you had all your hair chopped off back in seventh?”
“Don’t even,” Kristen said with a smile, giving Massie a hug and taking the trays of food from Claire. “That was the trenches. It’s good you guys got here when you did, though. Dylan’s getting hangry.”
As Massie giggled, Alicia Rivera’s voice floated closer, followed by the click of her heels. “We’re going to start photos in 10. Make sure the cornucopia doesn’t catch on fire,” she called over her shoulder. She whipped back around and spotted Massie, her thick, glossy black hair flying. “Ehmagawd!” They tackled each other in a hug, Massie breathing in the familiar notes of Alicia’s Angel perfume. The spicy chocolate mixed perfectly with the cozy, chai latte-scented air.
“I missed you so much,” Alicia cooed, flipping her hair away from the collar of her red fur-lined jacket. It hung open over a fitted red knit turtleneck, black A-line skirt and flirty black pointy-toed suede stiletto boots. “I need your opinion on lighting. Kuh-laire says it’s too dark for photos.”
Massie tapped her dark red Chanel-polished index finger against her chin. “Candles and lamps only. Nothing overhead except the chandelier. Kuh-laire will just have to deal.” Alicia nodded seriously.
Massie beamed again, basking in the knowledge of being a wise, collegiate alpha. Nothing would get in the way of her Pinterest-worthy Friendsgiving with her best friends. She was going to have the best Instagram photo dump, the most aesthetic Insta-stories, the most delicious—
“Maaayy-seee? Is that you?”
Her heart dropped at the grating, sing-songy voice emanating from the top of the winding staircase.
Alicia widened her big brown eyes in apology. “I didn’t know how to tell you. My parents stuck me with—”
*Knock knock!* “You’re here early.” Claire smiled. She was relieved to see Kirsten at the door, as she might finally have some help in the kitchen. Massie had put her in charge of setting out appetizers, right when she was about to finish the lattice crust on her apple pie. Her chunky knit striped sweater, and pumpkin corduroy flared pant combo narrowly escaped the flour she was trying to not get all over the counter, and herself. At least my platform converse are white, she thought. The look was comfy casual, and still spacey enough to fill up on turkey.
Meanwhile Massie, had been purposely keeping herself busy with decorating the lux cabin she had booked for their first annual PCF (Pretty Committee Friendsgiving). They had celebrated together for years, but this was the first time parental figures wouldn’t be orchestrating the chaos. And Massie was determined to make it Martha Stewart worthy. She adjusted a candle and stared at the table scape she, and her florist had created. It was filled with cream and gold colored pumpkins, bits of green foliage and candles that flowed out over the center of the table. Vintage gold edged china set the tone for the feast. New memories were about to be made over this table scape, she thought. And maybe some reminiscing over the old ones. Like that time Dylan practically invented organic lip stain from snacking on cherries, during a briarwood recon mission. I wonder what she could make with the cranberry sauce? Massie giggled to herself. She moved a pumpkin on the table, making sure it was just right. Perfect! She thought. And then made her way to the kitchen to greet Kristen.
“Massie! Ehmagawd, this place looks amazing!” Kirsten cooed. “Not as amazing as you do.”Massie complimented. Kristen’s fall forward chestnut brown wool coat would’ve dragged on the ground, if her heeled boots weren’t so high. Her chocolate leather pants matching turtleneck made her look like a Ralph Lauren spread. “Well you look even better!” Kristen replied. “It’s true!” Massie gushed. She posed in her striking long sleeved burgundy dress. Paired with black tights and matching velvet burgundy pumps. The touches of gold and diamonds in her earrings seamlessly pulled the look together. It was giving Friendsgiving hostess: Polished, poised, and playful. Just then, two more cars pulled up. Dylan and Alicia were here!
Massie opened the door and the smell of Alicia’s paella hit their noses. Her maroon fur lined cape and matching velvet mini complimented her white long sleeve and coordinated leather boots. The outfit said, “Thanksgiving is here, but Christmas is on its way.” Dylan in contrast, wore a green and navy plaid cape. Making her glossy red hair stand out against it. An emerald green sweater dress peaking through and a thin caramel belt matched her knee high boots.
The vintage Corningware in her hands contained something equally as aromatic, and delicious.
They walked into the cabin and set their dishes next to Kristen’s cast iron Dutch oven, Claire’s apple pie, and the giant organic turkey Massie had a chef perfectly prepare and drop off.
I’ve missed you guys so much! Alicia said. Dylan hesitated to break the news to Massie about her hidden “plus one” hanging back in the car. “Hey Massie, I know you told us to tell our plus ones to arrive at 5pm but…”Dylan started. “Don’t tell me.” Massie’s face was clearly trying to hold it together. She had purposely planned for her friend’s plus ones to show up later so the PC could have their reunion time first. But then she saw him step out the car. Dylan’s new boyfriend. And she realized, she couldn’t blame her. She would’ve broken the rules for a guy like him too.
such a fun prompt! love the clique sm, writing this was the best way to start off my thanksgiving break and get inspired to dress up lol
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“Hurry up, Kuh-laire.” Massie Block shuffle-stomped her chocolate brown vintage Chloé platforms in front of the Riveras’ enormous oak door and shivered. The Chloés set off her black lace tights, muted gold lace Marc Jacobs shift dress and taupe Trina Turk capelet perfectly, but the ensemble did little to keep her warm in the late Westchester November afternoon. She adjusted the thin gold headband in her glossy dark hair.
“I’m right here,” Claire Lyons huffed, stumbling up the stone steps in her Frye boots. She had Massie’s pumpkin-colored Le Creuset balanced on top of her own foil-covered Trader Joe’s green bean casserole. Dangling from her elbow was a burgundy crocodile leather carrier, which hissed like a tea kettle—Massie’s sphynx cat, Bijou, was pissed, and probably freezing her ass off despite all the cashmere Loro Piana scarves Massie had stuffed inside. “I’d be a lot faster if I wasn’t carrying all your stuff too, you know.”
Massie batted her lashes innocently. “How was I supposed to know I’d throw out my shoulder in Pilates yesterday?” Claire rolled her eyes.
Before either girl had a chance to lift the heavy brass lion-shaped knock, the door flew open. “You guys!” Dylan Marvil crowed. Her dark olive-toned wool cape fanned out dramatically as she rushed to hug them. “Kristen was tracking you on Find My Friends.”
“How ah-dorably creepy.” Massie beamed, the feeling of reuniting with her old friends recharging her like an iPhone docking station. She pulled back to survey Dylan. Her chic belted olive-colored jumpsuit and suede over-the-knee Stuart Weitzman boots showed off her glamorous figure.
“You look in-credible. And nice hat,” she teased Kristen Gregory, who had rounded the corner into the huge foyer. Her trademark dirty-blonde hair was covered by a brown tweed newsboy cap, which matched the wide suede belt circling her cashmere long-sleeved minidress and knee-high boots. “Where was it when you had all your hair chopped off back in seventh?”
“Don’t even,” Kristen said with a smile, giving Massie a hug and taking the trays of food from Claire. “That was the trenches. It’s good you guys got here when you did, though. Dylan’s getting hangry.”
As Massie giggled, Alicia Rivera’s voice floated closer, followed by the click of her heels. “We’re going to start photos in 10. Make sure the cornucopia doesn’t catch on fire,” she called over her shoulder. She whipped back around and spotted Massie, her thick, glossy black hair flying. “Ehmagawd!” They tackled each other in a hug, Massie breathing in the familiar notes of Alicia’s Angel perfume. The spicy chocolate mixed perfectly with the cozy, chai latte-scented air.
“I missed you so much,” Alicia cooed, flipping her hair away from the collar of her red fur-lined jacket. It hung open over a fitted red knit turtleneck, black A-line skirt and flirty black pointy-toed suede stiletto boots. “I need your opinion on lighting. Kuh-laire says it’s too dark for photos.”
Massie tapped her dark red Chanel-polished index finger against her chin. “Candles and lamps only. Nothing overhead except the chandelier. Kuh-laire will just have to deal.” Alicia nodded seriously.
Massie beamed again, basking in the knowledge of being a wise, collegiate alpha. Nothing would get in the way of her Pinterest-worthy Friendsgiving with her best friends. She was going to have the best Instagram photo dump, the most aesthetic Insta-stories, the most delicious—
“Maaayy-seee? Is that you?”
Her heart dropped at the grating, sing-songy voice emanating from the top of the winding staircase.
Alicia widened her big brown eyes in apology. “I didn’t know how to tell you. My parents stuck me with—”
“Nina,” Massie hissed.
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what i imagined for the girls' outfits: https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/1KFLTvhjRxwkLGM6pWY8No1Qrn9V4fy8f?usp=sharing
LOVE
omg ellen <3
Claire would totally be wearing Frye boots 😂 and Nina!! What a great twist ending, this is so good!
😂😂 that was a last minute detail that just seemed so on brand for her. thank you so much for reading!
A very PC Friendsgiving:
Thursday, November 27th, 2025
Thanksgiving day, 1:45pm
*Knock knock!* “You’re here early.” Claire smiled. She was relieved to see Kirsten at the door, as she might finally have some help in the kitchen. Massie had put her in charge of setting out appetizers, right when she was about to finish the lattice crust on her apple pie. Her chunky knit striped sweater, and pumpkin corduroy flared pant combo narrowly escaped the flour she was trying to not get all over the counter, and herself. At least my platform converse are white, she thought. The look was comfy casual, and still spacey enough to fill up on turkey.
Meanwhile Massie, had been purposely keeping herself busy with decorating the lux cabin she had booked for their first annual PCF (Pretty Committee Friendsgiving). They had celebrated together for years, but this was the first time parental figures wouldn’t be orchestrating the chaos. And Massie was determined to make it Martha Stewart worthy. She adjusted a candle and stared at the table scape she, and her florist had created. It was filled with cream and gold colored pumpkins, bits of green foliage and candles that flowed out over the center of the table. Vintage gold edged china set the tone for the feast. New memories were about to be made over this table scape, she thought. And maybe some reminiscing over the old ones. Like that time Dylan practically invented organic lip stain from snacking on cherries, during a briarwood recon mission. I wonder what she could make with the cranberry sauce? Massie giggled to herself. She moved a pumpkin on the table, making sure it was just right. Perfect! She thought. And then made her way to the kitchen to greet Kristen.
“Massie! Ehmagawd, this place looks amazing!” Kirsten cooed. “Not as amazing as you do.”Massie complimented. Kristen’s fall forward chestnut brown wool coat would’ve dragged on the ground, if her heeled boots weren’t so high. Her chocolate leather pants matching turtleneck made her look like a Ralph Lauren spread. “Well you look even better!” Kristen replied. “It’s true!” Massie gushed. She posed in her striking long sleeved burgundy dress. Paired with black tights and matching velvet burgundy pumps. The touches of gold and diamonds in her earrings seamlessly pulled the look together. It was giving Friendsgiving hostess: Polished, poised, and playful. Just then, two more cars pulled up. Dylan and Alicia were here!
Massie opened the door and the smell of Alicia’s paella hit their noses. Her maroon fur lined cape and matching velvet mini complimented her white long sleeve and coordinated leather boots. The outfit said, “Thanksgiving is here, but Christmas is on its way.” Dylan in contrast, wore a green and navy plaid cape. Making her glossy red hair stand out against it. An emerald green sweater dress peaking through and a thin caramel belt matched her knee high boots.
The vintage Corningware in her hands contained something equally as aromatic, and delicious.
They walked into the cabin and set their dishes next to Kristen’s cast iron Dutch oven, Claire’s apple pie, and the giant organic turkey Massie had a chef perfectly prepare and drop off.
I’ve missed you guys so much! Alicia said. Dylan hesitated to break the news to Massie about her hidden “plus one” hanging back in the car. “Hey Massie, I know you told us to tell our plus ones to arrive at 5pm but…”Dylan started. “Don’t tell me.” Massie’s face was clearly trying to hold it together. She had purposely planned for her friend’s plus ones to show up later so the PC could have their reunion time first. But then she saw him step out the car. Dylan’s new boyfriend. And she realized, she couldn’t blame her. She would’ve broken the rules for a guy like him too.
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I ah-dore the matching Pinterest!
Thanks! 😊