#but george is also in that gif so does it even matter? haha

[sweetestpopcorn]

Thank you for writing what I always wish Daemon and Rhaenyra's story was in canon. The truth is that I was never a fan of Daemon x Laena, however, I loved the portrait you made of her in your fic and I can imagine her being that way completely, however, as far as Harwin is concerned, I know that I have a rather unpopular opinion, that of having children bastards with him seemed to me a totally unnecessary addition by Martin to weaken Rhaenyra's character as future queen and destine people to death, their relationship also did not seem to me based on love, but on desire, he never knew how to give Rhaenyra a stop or advice to stop having children who were clearly his and who would question her as an heir, I admit 1 but 3 seems to me a very big impudence, more knowing that there was no way for them to look like their mother (another favor from Martin to rhae) . In addition, in the case of Daemon and Laena, at least they were husband and wife, something that Harwin and Rhaenyra were not, I feel that their relationship is very romanticized, honestly they were lovers, it is not that they could have a family life in the eyes of the entire court and clearly To me it seemed like a patch in Rhaenyra's life for being married to laenor... and not being able to have been with the man she wanted. It has already been seen that he had 3 children with Harwin in quick succession... Daemon came back and it was over and once he had 3, what does it matter a 4? Lately, since the premiere of the abomination on hbo, there are many harwin fan girls who endorse him a lot and I don't understand it to be honest, his children weren't destined to be kings either, I'm of the opinion that it wouldn't even have happened if there wasn't dance. A true ally who thought with his head and nothing else would have acted differently, I think. I'm sorry to have such a negative opinion but it's tired to see people selling him as Rhaenyra's great love when he wasn't, in my opinion, of course. It also tires to always see the children born of their love affair as more loved and developed by the fans than the next kings of westeros🤣. I hope you don't mind my opinion but the Strong boys didn't fulfill my Targaryen supremacist quota so I'm more than happy reading your story, where you represent Harwin in a way that I can imagine quite simply at least in relation to Rhaenyra and good-natured, but for me that's it. I hope not to see like a bad person haha, I can be very direct in saying my opinions and sometimes they are questionable, i know ❤️

Greetings ✌️

Hi there 🤗

I hope you are well (and still there X'D) because this was such a big delay on my part 💔 but better late than never!

First, thank you so so much for your beyond kind words ❤️ I write what I wished the story could be as well, so I am happy others like my choices 🩷 asoiaf Daemyra are prime steak and adding anyone else in the picture is putting ketchup on it so I am just serving the steak and removing the ketchup 😂 just prime fillet mignon which is asoiaf Daemyra.

I absolutely agree with the fact that George added the "Velaryon" princes to add more drama to the mix and to make the whole claim thing more balanced and less just about Rhaenyra being a woman. Of course that ultimately I would argue that George didn't do it very well because although the "Velaryon" princes should have been a HUGE thing the fact is they were an afterthought of the Green Council - brought up only by Criston and Alicent - and none of the lords either pro or against the Blacks and/or the Greens ever mentioned them.

I think George succeeded at making it a big thing for the fandom and at making other people look at what Rhaenyra's behaviour said about her and at the lack of legitimacy of her three eldest heirs and going "Yeah I'm neutral" or "Yeah I am Team Green" (the latter a very small minority not even 10%), but he definitely failed at showing that this was a such a major thing for the characters. Besides the Greens mocking the "Velaryon" princes and Rhaenyra it's like... no one really cared, and this would contradict the very strong (no pun intended) hatred that many of the asoiaf characters have concerning illegitimate children. So yeah... I think that should have been explored a LOT better.

In my story, however, that issue is removed, and I have had many fans who consider themselves neutral tell me that actually in my story they are Team Black because there are no "Velaryon" princes, and the fact that Rhaenyra married Daemon - a Targaryen - and only had Targaryen children + her being her father's choice of heir would make it very hard for the Greens to have a step to hold on to. And this is not because I have embellished Rhaenyra or Daemon mind you. I have lost count of the times I had people say that Rhaenyra is annoying, childish, spoiled, arrogant, stupid, oh personal favourite "window-licking clown"... or that Daemon is cruel, and an assh0le, and that he doesn't love Rhaenyra. Hells, I had someone say that until a point they thought I was actually a Team Green fan X'D but the issue of the "Velaryon" princes that made the issue less clear is removed, and in such circumstances it's almost impossible for someone to not stand the Blacks - which just adds to how weak the Greens' claim is and how dependent on the existence of the "Velaryon" princes it also is. And also mind you, I made a lot of choices to make Alicent look better - for instances, it's Otto who wants to marry Helaena and Aegon, she has reservations, and at the start she is not very on board with many of her father's plans. I also added more depth to Aegon, and explored his relationship with Sunfyre for instance, and downplayed many of his "advances" at maids and women. I also don't shy away from showing what a sh:t sister Rhaenyra was, and this is another complain I frequently had - how she treated her siblings.

I might be Team Black but I give credit where credit is due and I like to explore the fault the Blacks had, and the good the Greens had. They are still the villains, but they clearly were the villains in canon to. That's not changing and someone can be the clear villain and still have reasons.

Moving to canon now and to why Rhaenyra in canon had three illegitimate children I have a simple answer: because she could and because she didn't care.

I think it is always important to consider that pre-Dance was the pinnacle of Targaryen power - they had never been as powerful before and never would again. All of them were raised to believe they were more god/goddess than man/woman and all of them were arrogant to a fault. And as I have said before, why shouldn't they be? Truth was they were superior to almost everyone in almost every way, and truth or law was whatever they said it was.

Even in good freindly Walserys wee see this. If he wanted a woman to rule he could do it. If he wanted people to patch up and be friends he simply demanded it. And if he wanted his daughter to marry a gay man and have children with him that would happen thanks to his Hand's son :D

Rhaenyra was just the same, and you see her have this attitude. Her reply to "Your sons are bastards" was always to either kill or threaten. Hells, she had the audacity to hear Aemond call her sons Strong and be like "Well who told you that lie?! We must get to the bottom of this!"

Rhaenyra:

Viserys:

Everyone else:

Meanwhile Aegon II said and well - oh GOD I am defending Aegon II 🤢:

As to what drove her to Harwin Strong, I mean, people can tell themselves whatever they want, but at the end of the day it was mainly three things:

Daemon was not available - had been exiled under penalty of death two years prior

2. Harwin had courted her and likely she liked him well enough

3. She was married against her will to a man who left her alone during the celebrations of their wedding and never consummated the marriage at 17, and wanted someone to love her Harwin was there, she liked him well enough, and likely she knew HE liked her well enough to keep his mouth shut and take his affair with him to the grave Spoiler :D he did! Rhaenyra:

Now as you say and well, very clearly Harwin was a source of comfort for her above anything else, and I agree that it speaks volumes how many children they had before Daemon returned, vs. how many they had after he returned and how quickly she again fell in Daemon's arms and got pregnant. Given the timeline it's very likely that Harwin was actually still alive when Rhaenyra got pregnant with baby Aegon. My brothers in Christ literally the day Otto arrived in King's Landing following Harwin and Lyonel's deaths, word arrived that Rhaenyra had married Daemon. Even if we are to believe it was only after Harwin died what a fine way Rhaenyra had to mourn the "love of her life"... by banging her former lover and marrying him. Someone who could have been involved in Harwin's demise btw.

And they say romance is dead!

Delusions and wishful thinking aside, one can argue who the love of Daemon's life was. The love of Rhaenyra's life however should be undebatable for anyone with reading skills and basic comprehension and that someone was Daemon. See all of this for book passages showing that Rhaenyra loved Daemon at every damn stage of her life: as a child, teenager and adult as agreed by all sources. And every damn time this b:tch returned Rhaenyra just turned around and went:

And fell in his arms and maybe pieces of furnisher like bed or in the rocks of Blackwater Bay if you believe Mushroom X'D

About the show I don't consider it so I am not even going to go there, I will just say that how anyone can have any ship in Redacted outside Renada/Alicia or Helen/Diet Almond Milk is a mystery to me because they all absolutely suck and apologies but having a man look at you like he's going to tear your oesophagus from your body and wear it for a necklace is not romantic, or the only interaction you have with him is just some witty banter where once again you are showing what a fine Girlboss you are. But wtf do I know about the fandom's standards?! I know they are lower than the Titanic.

I don't think you sound like a bad person or anything of the like, if anything it says a lot that many of the so-called "Targaryen" fans only seem to like Targaryens who are less Targaryen and don't look like Targaryens, and the same people who love the "Velaryon" princes and call themselves Team Black fans hate Aegon and Viserys and go on to posts made by their fans to call them monsters. Their greatest sin? Why they are very pure Targaryens with Targaryen parents who enjoyed banging each other's brains out, had no reservations about incest, and looked so Targaryen that Aegon's hair was almost white.

Wincest is not for everyone.

Now, personally, I have nothing against the "Velaryon" princes. I actually like Jace and Luke and feel bad for Joffrey because imagine your siblings being Jacaerys, Lucerys, Rhaena, Baela, Aegon, and Viserys, and you are Joffrey... ain't no ointment for that burn. #cancelLaenor But I don't buy for a minute that even if there were no Greens that they would just be one big happy family and that Daemon would gladly tell his legitimate kids step aside for Harwin's illegitimate sons to take their place.

Sorry, I have oats with my milk not delusions or Disney. Daemon is a grey character and if you think that equates to his d:ck not working when he's sad or conflicted thEn we didn't read the same books :)

Well this was a long answer XD hope you are still around Anon to see me enter my Joker Era because I am so DONE. I really need some good asoiaf content and to touch some grass because after almost five years... I don't know how much I can take it.

But oh well. If my Joker Era can make anyone laugh it's what we here for fam.

All the love to you 🥰❤️

[thehitchhikerguide]

Season 2, Episode 6: Videodate

Let me start out by saying this is one of the best episodes I've seen so far. The sleeze, the revenge plot, crazy 80's visuals...all perfect for a Hitchhiker episode.

The famous guest star this week is Shannon Tweed, known for being in some not-so-recognizable movies and also for being Gene Simmon's wife. I know her from Hot Dog...The Movie, which I guess is a must see for anyone who has ever been a skier or just likes a lot of full-frontal in their movies. The main male character is played by Gregg Henry, who looks to have a decent acting career, but I didn't recognize him. I thought he maybe looked like a low rent James Woods.

We start out with a woman who has very 80's hair watching a video dating service tape of a guy who is making it out to be his first time doing something like this. She is charmed by his vulnerability.

You can see by her joker-like smile, he has sealed the deal. He takes her out to an art exhibit and I have to say this is something I would love to go to even now. There is an area where you can smash a TV:

I mean, that is a really fun date!

Then we see the exhibit of a hot new artist named Monique. Wait, what? It's always weird when I hear other characters on TV with my name, since I don't hear it too often. I guess with a Canadian show, it was just a matter of time.

This is an art exhibit I would love to go to. People with TV heads that play some sort of strange video. It's creepy and disturbing and I'm all in for it.

This one represents the woman TV head's fantasy of running off with another man (shown on the TV). Of course our male character decides to man-splain to his date and also mention that he knows the artist. She seems to be watching this conversation behind him, unamused.

At least I think that is the artist...right? I guess they don't say but it seemed obvious at this point.

By now, the date is going really well.

Well that was a cool art exhibit so I kind of get it, even though he looks like a creep whose hair is just hanging on for dear life. She seems pretty vulnerable and mentions to him that she doesn't want this to be a one night stand. He tells her what she wants to hear...

...then immediately rushes her into a cab. After she is gone, we find out that wasn't even his apartment! He has been paying his friend who is a doorman to use people's apartments for these sleezy videodates.

As he drive away, we see something we haven't seen in awhile.

Oh yeah I almost forgot, there was also this weird image and some video game noise. Not sure what this is, his car is in a video game now?

Haha, as usual, perfect butt is on display. Man, he looks like he could double for George Michael in this shot. Anyways, we see the main character interacting with the Hitchhiker. He refuses to give him a ride.

Also, we are over 8 minutes into the episode before he shows up! We learn that this main dude is named Jack Rhodes. He has a lot of disguises and thinks he is the master of the illusion. But Jack is not the only one with tricks up his sleeve. Yes! Comeuppance! Comeuppance!

So this guy Jack is actually a salesman at an electronics store. He likes to brag to his coworkers about these conquests.

Co-workers Joey McIntyre and Wallace Shawn are not impressed.

We see the female video artist at the store as he is making a sale using his dynamic personality. She is still observing his behavior with disgust. When he gets home he notices a package at his door.

Wait a minute, am I watching Lost Highway now?

We get a good look at his apartment and his "last known photo" board and notice something a little weird.

Nice, huh? But what I'm not showing is that he has a section on this board labeled "foxes" and there are no photos under there.

He settles in to watch the mysterious tape.

Oh no, why does it look like Videodrome now? How many movies are in this?

Honestly I would be crapping my pants right now.

I mean I know it's a hot babe, but this video is still very disturbing.

Anyways, it's Monique, the artist in her underwear. She is saying her name is Barbara and that she wants to go on a date with Jack. Does he think this is from the video dating service, because I wouldn't think they just plop unmarked tapes in front of his door. I thought you had to go to a place to watch the tapes. Well despite this, she's a fox and we've established he's never been with a fox so he is up for anything.

Hmm, now it looks like Blue Velvet. I should probably stop obsessing over these movie references.

Their first date is playing video games. He plays a round and then she sets out to beat his score. She is the original gamer girl! Maybe she WAS creating a videogame from videotaping his car.

I immediately recognize the video game sounds to be from the game Centipede, however the game they show is shooting the letter E for some reason.

Maybe it's also an eye test, who knows. Defeat Enron!

She cuts the date off with the promise that they will see each other again. She invites him to her place for dinner. The building looks run down and this elevator...

I know, but now it looks like we are in an Adrian Lyne movie! Okay I'll stop.

She's cooking him dinner and he is being a total gentleman.

It's not a Hitchhiker episode without someone leering.

Monique changes in a dominatrix-type outfit under her clothes. They have dinner and retire to the bedroom. Jack immediately lets Monique tie him to the bed.

She reveals her sexy outfit and asks if he wants to play a game called Blastoff. I mean, it sounds pretty sexy right? Sounds like code for something else?

She puts on this neon metronome and says he has 1 minute to free himself or he will blastoff. Pretty cryptic.

This thing keeps booping faster and faster as Monique explains that she knows how he treats other women. Jack is upset and sounds like he wants to kill her, demanding she free him. The metronome goes even faster and then...

...his genitals explode? It looks like he dies in ball of flames. Wow what an ending!

Oh wait there's more.

I guess she had been filming this whole thing for her newest art installation. The people watching the exhibit seem confused, maybe they've never seen an episode of The Hitchhiker before.

There is an announcement showing the artist Monique is there and we get this big reveal.

It's Barbara! I mean, I knew she was the artist all along, were we only supposed to get that now?

Anyways, The Hitchhiker is leaving the art museum telling us that Jack Rhodes used the state of the art in video to get what he wanted (really, VCRs state of the art?) but when he had to do it for the sake of art , he went to pieces. Haha! Good one Page! An actual joke! I think he's enjoying Jack's suffering a little more than he should.

Let that be a lesson to everyone...pick up hitchhikers.

As I said before, this was a great episode that had it all, even the confusing ending. I mean, what actually happened to Jack and how did he explode like that? It's episodes like this that keeps me coming back for more, so until next time, be nice to people named Monique!

[nickeverdeen]

hiiiii if its not too much to ask, may i get a harry potter match?

pronouns: she/they

description: i am a 5'8 afab with elbow length brown hair with some blonde highlights in the front. i have dark green eyes that sometimes look brown or even black, i have tan skin and a clean face. i have an average body except for my thighs which are a little bigger than most and i actually am very insecure about it. i have adhd and get distracted very easily, especially in school and with homework. my fingers are always painted either black or sage green, my style is dark academia. i also love wearing jewelry because it makes me feel cool haha.

personality: im pretty hot headed and stubborn, but im also pretty good at making jokes on the spot and i know when to stop talking when somethings not right in a room. i am open to peoples opinions even though most of the time i wont agree, and i love to argue no matter what the situation. (a bad quality of mine ik ha) i love dogs and love almost every animal except for frogs and toads. idk why. i make sarcastic jokes, and i love to be the center of attention 24/7. it just boosts my ego

likes: dogs, sports (specifically american football, go 49ers!), outdoor games, reading, sketching, hearing peoples thoughts

dislikes: frogs and toads, math, running, politics, children. some kids are nice but others get on my nerves.

love ya and have a good day!!

Of course!

Your Harry Potter match is…

Ginny Weasley

Firstly: Ginny is completly in love with your eyes

Your eyes seem deep and romantic to her

Hates it when she discovers that you’re insecure

After all, you’re perfect and have nothing to be insecure about

Reminding this to you whenever you feel insecure

Kisses your thighs

Gets you somehow a necklace or a ring

Ginny knows that whenever you argue with someone, you’re most likely going to win

If the person takes it over the line, she indeed does step in

Noone’s gonna be so rude to her lover

Loves when you make jokes

She finds the funny and bold

If you ever argue with a teacher… well she finds it really hot

Considering you both are stubborn, so when you would get into an argument with each other, it could take maybe a few hours before one of you would back up

Or the trio just breaks the argument not being able to hold it anymore

Constanstly getting teased by Fred and George

Talks to you about her opinions on practically anything

Exchange thoughts and opinions with you

Ginny would be happy if you’d show up at her Quitich (not sure how to write it) match

Trying different spells together

Cuddles are 100%

They are like your night rutine

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[brassknucklespeirs]

Nᴏ Sʜᴀᴍᴇ [Jᴏsᴇᴘʜ Lɪᴇʙɢᴏᴛᴛ x ꜰ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ]

Genre: Angst and smut with a smidge of fluff

Warning: Smut (18+), general HBO war warnings so language, pretty bad family upbringings (haha mommy and daddy issues am i right?), reader does walk all over Joe ngl but she’s learning, if you read between the lines then talks of using sex as a coping mechanism, borderline cheating? idk

Prompt: Requested by @softguarnere​ “No Shame (also by 5SOS because I'm obsessed) with Liebgott?”

A/N: I’m real sorry this isn’t edited or even proof read yet so bare with me, just wanted to post the damn thing cause it’s driving me insane. Isn’t quite as good as i wanted it to be so it’s got me going mad

This is based from the lyrics of ‘No Shame’ by 5 Seconds of Summer but i have cut some of the lines that i couldn’t work with so be aware, the song is not complete. This is the first attempt at me using song lyrics as prompts so please enjoy. 

Angel, with the gun in your hand,

pointing my direction, giving me affection

Joe had been taken immediately by the new female replacement that walked through the pub door that night, a look of awe crossing his face as she sauntered in, flashing a smug smirk at all of the men who watched her with shock. Most of them had met the woman prior to her appearance at their usual drinking spot in Aldbourne but most had not wrapped their heads around it all, especially when the military grade skirt distracted them from processing anything. 

Y/N wandered slowly over to a table that sat Guarnere, Toye and Babe after grabbing a drink from the bar, jumping into a conversation with them immediately after pushing herself under Babe’s arm. The two were close after training together for so long, their friendship staying sound after their combined placement into Easy company. Babe had made quick friends with Bill Guarnere and with that came the acceptance of the woman into the man’s good books before she had even been fully introduced to him. Joe Toye had been hesitant about Y/N but took to her quickly after watching her smack the attitude out of a private from Fox company who had spoken down to her, the two clicked instantly after that. 

The group of mix and match soldiers at the table grew as the night went on, men coming and going to converse with her as she accepted drink after drink, mostly thanks to George Luz and Floyd Talbert. The original four of them sat together laughing like old friends reunited, with Babe blushing while under the scrutiny of Bill when asked why he friend-zoned such a darling dame such as Y/N. The woman in question smirked into her drink while watching him glance at her for help before deciding to tease the poor boy.

“Why did you decide to do that Babe? Damn near broke my heart.” He shot her a pointed look after she said it, giving her a gentle squeeze to the waist.

“You’re a piece of work.” He muttered to her.

It was between these comments being passed around that she had caught a pair of eyes watching her from the corner of the bar, with his companion, Skinny Sisk, failing to turn his eyes away from the woman no matter how much he tried to. She turned away, taking another sip of her drink, once again hiding her smirk before she made direct eye contact with Toye, who licked his tongue over his lips while he sent her a sly smile. She squinted her eyes at hi teasingly to which he just raised an eyebrow in question. The woman shrugged, taking another quick glance over to see Liebgott was still watching her in interest. Toye and Y/N silent conversation went unnoticed by the others, who were too busy seeing Babe turn more red by the second as Bill hounded him with vulgar questions.

The night continued on like this for a while, and aside from the dance or two that Y/N shared with Luz, the woman barely left her seat, so engrossed in the atmosphere she was enjoying. The rush of alcohol hadn’t taken over her completely but it certainly made her feel good as she chatted happily to the men before her. It was in that moment that she’d been talking animatedly to Tab that she saw Liebgott over the man’s shoulder. She nodded her head as if she was listening to the Kokomo boy when really her focus had been on the man behind him. Their gazes met for a moment, enough time for her to send a smirk his way before he slipped out the door. The woman turned back to Tab before politely excusing herself for some ‘fresh air’. 

The cool english air hit the exposed skin on her neck as soon as she left the comfort of the bar causing a shiver to trail her spine. It was mostly dark outside aside from a flicker of flame that came from beside her, her eyes curiously turning to the figure she knew was there.

“Are you going to continue watching me for the rest of the night or will you be finding the balls to come and talk to me?” Y/N spoke so confidently, yet the darkness shrouded the smirk that fell on the man’s lips in that moment.

“Trust me darlin’, I ain’t needing to find no balls. I haven’t lost ‘em you see. You can even check if you want?” The woman let out a quiet snort which led to Joe letting out an amused huff.

“That was bad.” She replied, stepping towards him while lighting her own cigarette. The man inhaled while nodding his head, sticking the unoccupied hand in his pocket.

“Yeah it certainly wasn’t my best.” He said with a chuckle. She smiled at him then, no longer a sly smirk but more an amused curl of her lips.

“Give me another one then.” The man looked as pensive as he could before a yawn suddenly escaped his mouth, the hand holding his cigarette moving to cover it. Y/N raised an eyebrow at him, amused by what she thought was his lack of focus on her.

“Tired already? Or is my presence boring you?” She teased.

“Nah, it’s not you doll-face. You see I’ve been having trouble sleeping recently.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah, can’t sleep by myself you see. Maybe you could sleep with me?” Joe said before looking up at her, his eyebrows raised as he waited for her consensus.

“Ah, you had me there for a minute.”

“Was it better though?” He pushed, bumping his hip into hers while she took a drag of her smoke.

“Eh, it wasn’t the worst I’ve heard.”

“Damn, the lady has high standards.”

“No, not high standards, just lots of experience.” Y/N said with a unbothered shrug.

“Maybe you’d like to share some experience with me?”

“That one was a little better.” She said while laughing, causing the man to look at her with his own genuine smile.

“I’ll be here all night.” He exclaimed, giving a small bow for effect.

“Or you could be in my bed all night?” She threw his way, her lips pursed to withhold her smirk.

“Oh, we have a competition here?” His smirk widened across his face as he pulled the cigarette away from his face, dropping it to the ground to smoulder.

“As I said, lots of experience.” She replied, a smirk rivalling his growing over her lips. Joe shook his head in amusement before moving to stand directly before her, his warm breath making her cold cheeks tingle. 

“Well doll-face, me and you are definitely gonna get along.” He flashed her a wink before stepping towards the door of the pub once more. He turned to glance at her over his shoulder as he realised she hadn’t moved from her spot. “Coming?” 

Love is fatal, 

won't you give it a chance?

Y/N clutched the letter between tense fingers, her nails slowly tearing into the paper as a sneer made it’s way to her blue lips. Another day, another letter from her mother, and another from her father. Seperate letters from seperate people yet holding almost identical messages. There was no questions of how she was, where she was, what she’d been up to. She was great by the way, freezing her ass off in a blizzard of a forest with the constant blasts of artillery blowing the trees to smithereens, thanks for asking. Hell, she would have been happier to recount every gruesome and traumatising kill she’d made since dropping into the war in intense detail than have to reply to them regarding their problems. 

Your mother did this again; I wish i’d never met him; She’s getting on my last fucking nerve; He’s the worst man i’ve ever met; She’s lucky I go away so often on business trips; Business trips my ass, he’s still cheating so i’ll be sure to do the same; Nasty piece of work she is; He’s lucky his money is more attractive than he is.

An aching pain enveloped her chest, causing her to bite into her lip to hold back the emotions that threatened to spill from her eyes. She could never understand it, why a child should have to listen to the immaturities of their parents who were in no means compatible, it wasn’t like she’d asked for them to birth her in a bid to save their already abysmal marriage. Fat lot that did anyway. She was the kid for fuck sake, so why must she be the one that has to baby them. 

Her parents had always been like this; jealous, spiteful, childish people. Once she had believed it had been her fault, maybe her appearance on the family tree had caused a rift between them. Now she knew that wasn’t the case, especially after the history lessons from extended family members that they’d always been like that, they were just heedless to one another; always had been, always would be. The question had been asked so many times, whispers in the dark of why they even bothered to stay if it wasn’t working. There were two reason for this, one from each side and sadly neither being her. Her mother was a beautiful woman, covered in beautiful garments, driving beautiful cars, seen at only the most beautiful of places; beautifully expensive. Her father was a successful man, with a successful job, a successful marriage and a successful reputation; a successful lie. Her mother was greedy, money hungry and spiteful while her father was envious, power hungry and short tempered. The money was enough for her mother to stay and the dazzling reputation with the chance to be dominant was enough for her father. 

Now don’t go getting her wrong, her parents weren’t bad people, mostly. They both had many redeeming qualities, ones that seemed to shine through in their daughter, however, the bad qualities just happened to be seen more commonly from her point of view. They did love her underneath all of that malice. She often asked how she, herself, could be so selfish as to think her life was hard when they’d given her a home, all the clothes and trinkets she’d asked for, and paid for an expensive private school. Some may have looked at this with raised eyebrows and questioned whether that was for her or for their reputation, however, Y/N would continue to turn a blind eye, refusing to tarnish the views she had of her parents more than they already do themselves. They’d given her everything she’d ever asked for except for one thing; a loving family. They gave her a home but it was broken, spoilt her with things but they were meaningless, given her an education many would kill for but it was pointless. They were selfish, and they always would be. They may have loved her but they loved themselves more. 

Y/N had woken up to this now, no longer pulling a cover over her eyes in hopes she could keep the good parts of her parents and ignoring the bad. Now, she had her own feeling of malice. Her upper lip twitched as she let the anger take over, grasping at the top of the paper with both hands and tearing it down the middle. She continued to rip the letter until it was just tiny pieces in her palms, letting it blow away with the wind that swept past her with a huff of resentment. She’d gone so long pretending things were okay in hopes they would be eventually, but she had grown up now, seeing death and war and hatred on a scale she never thought she’d ever have to. Growing up wasn’t a choice here, it was a requirement; just another condition of war.

“Can practically see the steam coming outta your ears, must be a hot mess up in that head of yours.” Came a voice from behind her, a pair of boots coming to a halt at the edge of the dug in pit.

“You know me Joey, just fighting the enemies in my brain the same as I do in the field.” She teased with a smirk, trying to throw him off asking further as to her sudden burst of rage. He rolled his eyes at her, knowing her enough to know what she was doing, dropping down into the frozen foxhole beside her and pulling her into his side. Her eyes stayed on the line, yet her rifle lowered as she let herself slip under his arm for a bit of warmth and comfort.

“What’s eatin’ yah doll?” He muttered into her hair, her eyes unseeing to the way he looked down at her with such adoration.

“The less you know the better.” She hadn’t meant the comment in anyway against him, quite the opposite actually yet the words seemed to sting like salt in a wound. A part of her was trying to protect him from the absolute chaos of her broken family, but all he could hear was a woman in refusal of his care. He ran his tongue across his teeth, holding himself back from snarking something at her like he usually would to anyone else. The problem was that she wanted him to say something, anything to ease her aching chest, however both seemed to be met with disappointment. They’d continued to sit there together, pressed against one another for just a little bit of heat while they both found themselves lost in their own thoughts; her about her fucked up family and him about the woman snuggled against his side.

Center of attention,

don't you ask me any questions

The fight in Foy had been rough and though it had rewarded them with the show of a new CO in Captain Speirs, it had also taken from them several casualties, one of which was Y/N. It hadn’t been a big deal compared to others but the ricochet wound to the shoulder and bullet graze to the neck had the woman cursing the most colourful words as she shoved herself to the wall of a building, away from sight of the sniper.

The aid station had been worse than the pain of her wounds. The cries of dying men calling from their mothers, the squelching of blood as nurses were stuck up to their elbows in someone’s torso to pinch an artery, and the mumbled prayers to God to save the men who were honestly already too far gone made up a harmonious symphony of pain and suffering. A sour taste invaded Y/N’s mouth as she sat there getting her wounds wrapped, her eyes travelling over as many of the men around her as she could before settling on the nurse in front of her. She was beautiful, and aside from the dirt, grime and blood that covered certain parts of her skin and uniform, the woman had looked like an angel sent from the heavens. Y/N had watched her closely as she worked on mending her injured shoulder, whispering sweet nothings into her ear as she’d winced in pain. She had imagined the feeling of this woman being her mother, caring, tentative, gentle, throwing her own mind into a world completely made up to ease the pain that plagued her mind. 

Y/N returned to her company the three days later after an argument with the same nurse she’d watched with awe. She fought with her words rather than her rifle but fight she did to be let go from the aid station, using the point that if she was able to stand, move, and grasp at things without difficulty and only a little pain than she was simply a wasted body taking up a bed needed for someone else. The nurse had pursed her lips with an angry huff and shake of her head before storming off, letting the woman walk off with a smirk on her face. That was more like the actions of the mother she knew.

She looked on as the trucks pulled up in the distance before her, a smile rising to her lips as she caught sight of her platoon jumping from them. She spotted Joe and Babe chatting to one another and sighed in relief about her best two boys being safe before jumping from the jeep that had pulled up behind the line of four wheelers. The urge to run to the two men had filled her but she held herself back and focussed on her mission to find Winters or Speirs and inform them of her inevitable return. 

The woman made her way into the building that had been pointed out to her to be headquarters, her feet stomping against the wood to rid herself of the icy snow that caked itself to her boots as she entered. Three familiar faces were present in the room she walked into, as well as one unfamiliar one. 

“Lip, I told you those cigarettes were going to catch up to you.” Y/N teased as she witnessed the man hack up the mucus from his lungs, moving to him to gently pat his back and run her fingers through his slightly damp hair. He smiled up at the woman, pulling her onto the couch beside his legs to keep her down.

“Very funny Y/N. Now what the hell are you doing back here? You should be at the aid station.” He replied, his voice tired and husky. She shrugged her shoulders, wincing as she forgot about the stitched wound on one before tucking Lip in with the blanket Luz had just placed over the man’s body.

“Nurses said I had to come back and look after my boys before they lost it without me. Though in all honesty, George looks like he’s taken the mantle of ultimate mother hen in our absences.” The man in question raised his hand with a smile from the small kitchenette attached to the room where he had been making Lip a coffee.

“Just making sure you didn’t have a bigger mess to come back to Y/N.”

“How very thoughtful of you sweetheart.” She flashed him a cheeky grin before her eyes moved to the two other figures in the room, her expression dropping slowly.

“Hey Web, long time, no see.” The man nodded at her while replying with a greeting of hello, his eyes looking towards the Lieutenant who stood abnormally upright in the corner, her gaze following. The officer had already been staring at the woman in a well-hidden look of shock or awe, she didn’t know. A small smirk overtook her lips as she eyed him up and down, standing slowly with a hand outstretched.

“You must be the new lieutenant, pleased to meet you Sir.” She almost purred, trying to rile up the fresh meat for a little bit of entertainment. He seemed to stand even straighter as he took her hand, shaking firmly while discreetly trying to figure the woman out with his eyes. He went to open his mouth to reply only for their CO to saunter in, his gaze finding her immediately. Speirs sighed, stopping before her.

“You just can’t stay away can you.”

“You can take the woman out of the war but can’t take the war out of the woman Sir.” He shook his head with the faintest of smirks before nodding towards the door.

“Head back to second, i’m sure they’ll be happy to have you back.”

“Yes Sir.” She said with one final salute before heading towards the door, but not without a last smirk at the new kid, who watched her until she had completely disappeared. Lipton and Luz made eye contact, both with looks of amusement, with Speirs glancing at the two before following their moving gazes to the man. A smirk drew to his lips as he clicked to his eyes following the woman, opening his mouth to voice his thoughts.

“She will eat you up and spit you back out lieutenant. Best not to go there.”

The woman had made it to second platoon’s housing without an issue, ignoring the sound of explosions that weren’t close enough to disrupt her. Following the voices she could hear, she trailed up the stairs, wandering into the room with one shoulder pulled back slightly more than the other as she tried to square them off with confidence. A quiet snort left her nose as she listened to some of the men in a playful argument about who knows what before stepping towards them, unnoticed.

“Ladies, ladies, you’re all pretty, now stop arguing.” She exclaimed causing all the men to turn to her, smiles tugging to their lips as they moved towards her, each with something different to say.

“AYE, she’s back from the dead.”

“How was your vacation sunshine?”

“Looks like you forgot to rest up during your stay at the day spa.”

The woman chuckled at their words before she was cut short by someone tugging her into their arms, careful of her injuries. She inhaled his scent immediately, relaxing under his arm yet her eyes were held squinted over his shoulder at the men behind quietly snickering to themselves. She sent them all a warning with her gaze while he pulled away from her, her expression changing to a dazzling smile as soon as he could see her face once more.

“You miss me Joey?” 

“Piss off doll-face, you know I did.” He replied with a snarky tone but the smile on the corner of his lips said otherwise about his mood. She just looked back at him with a sly tilt of her lips that could rival even his infamous smirk.

“I certainly do.”

Go on and light me like a cigarette,

even if it might be something you regret,

you got me now, now, now,

swallow me down, down, down, down

The new officer had been in Liebgott’s bad books as soon as he’d wandered up the stairs behind Webster. His constantly straying gaze would find the only woman in the room a little too often for Joe’s liking, leading him to hold a unwavering sneer on his face for the rest of the day. His bad mood had impacted everyone, except Y/N of course, with his snarky comments and biting looks giving them a heads up to not push him any further. This lieutenant, however, did not know the solider enough to be able to read the expression of aggravation upon his face. 

Y/N had picked up on the pair of eyes that watched her, a tell tale sign being the smirk that barely left her lips, this sending an even deeper feeling of resentment through Joe’s body. There hadn’t been any meaning behind her previous look at the new kid, it was more of a sizing up of what she had to work with. She had simply been playing a game, no harm done, aside from the fact that there had, in fact, been some harm done. 

Joe had trudged back up the stairs after being dismissed from the patrol across the river in favour of Webster, his mood boosted just the slightest. Y/N had been propped up on a bed upstairs, book in hand as she had been ordered to rest by the extremely persistent Doc Roe. She jumped when Joe threw himself down beside her, so engrossed in the words on the page before her to realise he’d arrived.

“Hey Joey, what’re you doing back here so soon? Thought they needed you for prep for tonight’s patrol?” The man laid his chin on the woman’s shoulder as she asked, his eyebrows knitting together as he tried to understand the words splayed in the book before him.

“Hm? Oh they don’t need me anymore. Looks like you don’t get any ‘me time’ after all. Yah stuck with me for the night.”

“Oh how very disappointing.” She teased. He let out a huff as he side-eyed her over her shoulder. The woman’s mind reeled as she pretended to read her book, her thoughts of the man beside her clearly being pissed at the new kid, and all the reasons that could be for. She made up her mind in that moment, her eyes squinted as she chose her words carefully. 

“I would have loved to spend some one on one time with the greenie in all honesty. That’s a shame.” She tested teasingly, but Joe’s eyes had turned dark immediately, his lips twitching to hold back the sneer that threatened to come back.

“Oh yeah? What’s so interesting about him anyway?”

“Hm, well he’s an officer, a man with power is pretty attractive. He’s got such dreamy eyes too, he really has me blushing any time i catch him staring. And oh my goodness he’s clean and doesn’t smell like shit like the rest of you sorry sods.” The man’s face slowly relaxed as he realised she had been playing with him, rolling his eyes before giving her a gentle shove to her uninjured shoulder.

“You’re such a little tease.” He muttered as he looked down at the woman who’d let her body fall to the bed dramatically as if he’d pushed her much harder. She turned her eyes to him as he made the comment, the slyest of smirks slinking to her lips.

“You haven’t seen nothing yet Joey.” His eyebrows raised at this while discreetly gulping down words he would love to say to her in that moment. His mind tried desperately to capture the imagine of the woman in front of him, her hair splayed out around her like a halo, a cheeky smile pulled to her lips. She watched him carefully, trying to gauge where his head was at as she seemed to lose him for a minute or two. “Joey? Come back to me honey.” She said while sitting up, her face close to his as her eyes wandered his face. He blinked several times, clearing away the haze of his thoughts only to realise how close she had gotten to him. 

Her breath had hitched slightly while their eyes stayed locked, both with pupils blown. He leant down so suddenly to capture her lips that she barely had a chance to react when he pulled away again, his eyes asking if this was okay. She was the one to initiate the second kiss, her hands moving to grasp at his neck to pull him to her, their lips meeting harshly. They lay there for a minute, melting together in their own little world. She had stopped herself short then, her bottom lip grazing his when she pulled back as they stared at each other with wild eyes. I am so going to regret this.

I only light up when cameras are flashing,

never enough and no satisfaction

got no shame,

I love the way you're screaming my name

The room felt significantly warmer than she was used to as she let out another breathy sigh. Her skin was slightly damp, hair sticking to her forehead while she withered under his touch. His fingers had gripped so tightly at her hips that bruises were sure to form, holding her to the bed as she so desperately tried to grind herself forwards to where his head had been tucked in between her thighs. He worshipped the woman, praying to her on his knees like she was a god, her moaning becoming more frequent and higher in pitch as he did.

“JOE!” She screamed his name as she reached her peak, a sharp inhale sounding as her back arched, ignoring the slight pain that she could feel in her shoulder while it pressed into the bed as it added more to the sensations she was feeling. She threw her head back against the mattress, her eyes screwing shut in pure bliss. He had smirked from his place still between her legs while watching her wriggle under his grasp, a proud look on his features. A woman like her deserved only the best, so his best is what he gave her. 

Y/N came down from her high slowly, her breath becoming more regular before her eyes finally opened again. She had glanced down to him just in time to see him wipe his thumb across his lips before taking it in his mouth, sucking it clean. Her stomach clenched hungrily before she leant forward to grab him by the front of his neck, tugging him to her lips. Neither were gentle with each other as their tongues fought harshly against one another. Joe had groaned at the thought of her tasting herself on his lips as his own hand came to grab at her throat. Her naked body lay below the man, the only thing between them being the pair of pants that he had yet to take off himself. Her hands had crept slowly down his body before one slipped under the waistband of the fabric keeping them apart, his breath catching in his throat as she took ahold of him. 

Joe hadn’t been patient, and as soon as her hand had come in contact with him, he had jumped back, ripping the clothes from his body before pressing back against her, completely nude. Y/N moaned as his hardened cock had come in contact with her core, quiet begging leaving her mouth shortly after. The man smirked down at her, his eyes softening at the beauty that was this woman, her pretty pink lips pleading for him to take her. She reached up again, wanting the feeling of his lips on hers once more while her legs moved to wrap around his hips, opening herself up to him fully. They had let out simultaneous moans, and Joe a following curse, as he eased his way into her, hands moving to cup at her breasts, squeezing like his life depended on it. His head came down to rest on her collarbone, her hands moving to the hair on the back of his neck as they sat for a moment, both getting use to the feeling of each other.

“Look so pretty underneath me doll. Taking me so well.” He managed to mutter into her shoulder as he began to thrust carefully, using her face as a gauge of how hard he could push. A curse left her lips, followed shortly by a moan, her mouth hanging open in pleasure causing Joe’s eyes to roll back into his head as he bit at her uninjured shoulder. 

The room echoed with the sounds of heavy breathing and his hips meeting hers as he became relentless, pushing in and out of her with so much power it was almost on the verge of pain. She had relished in the feeling though, her fingernails running down his back harshly as she tried to pull him as close as possible. 

“Fuck Joey.” Y/N mumbled into his ear, his lips pulling to a smirk as his name left her lips so lustfully. 

“Say it again Y/N.”

“Hm?” Was all she could say as it mixed with a moan.

“I want you to say my name again. Scream it.” He said with a particularly harsh thrust, her breath catching in her throat half way through her inhale. A whine left her lips as she proceeded to do as she was told, letting his name tumble from her mouth in between senseless moans as she found herself growing closer and closer to her high. He groaned greedily at the sound, while savouring the feeling of her beginning to clench around him. His hand came to rest back over her throat as he lowered his face to her, pressing a firm kiss to her lips. “Such a good girl for me.” He whispered against her mouth to which she just replied with a whimper and a soft bite to his lower lip. He smiled down at her as he pulled away, his thumb moving from her jugular to her lower lip. 

They had both passed the point of sweaty as the air around them hung with moisture. Joe had felt it as she neared her peak, her body clenching so deliciously around his cock as he continued to pound into her. He whispered to her for her to cum for him while his unoccupied hand moved to rub at her clit. His head had thrown back at the same time as her as he felt a shudder ripple through her body accompanied by a loud scream of his name as she had before. His hips had stuttered while he felt her come undone for him, as he too reached his high, pulling out to release on her breasts. 

Y/N had been the first to come down from her high as she opened her eyes to see Joe fallen beside her, breathing heavily. She had reached over to the floor, picking up the dirty tshirt she had replaced that day with a new uniform, and using it to wipe down her chest. She placed herself back down beside the man as he came back to earth, his eyes turning to meet hers. 

“You, Joey, are one hell of a man.” They smiled at each other before a giggle left her lips as he grabbed her, pulling her to his chest.

“Only for you doll.” He’d mumbled and if she hadn’t have already been so tired from their previous activities, she might have let herself be worried about the sentiment that came with that comment but instead decided to ignore the weird feeling in her stomach. They lay there for several hours, naked bodies pressed to one another as they basked in the feeling of warmth and satisfaction. Joe had watched her as she fell asleep, her head tucked away in his neck while her breath tickled his chest. He had pressed a delicate kiss to her head as he felt himself beginning to slip away; oh how she had caught this man in her web.

Diggin' my grave to get a reaction

changing my face and calling it fashion

got no shame,

I love the way you're screaming my name

Second platoon were finally given some form of respite for a fleeting moment when they arrived to Germany as the trucks drove along the road to their new location. Joe and Y/N sat pressed against one another, exchanging amused small talk and making fun of Webster who sat on the opposite side of the man. The man in question rolled his eyes dramatically before turning to Perconte beside him and muttering a frustrated ‘there’s fucking two of them’, to which they traded similar smirks of entertainment. 

It was when Joe begun talking to Webster about home that Y/N felt herself shrivel up into herself, dismay making a home under her skin. She tried her best to listen while pushing to suppress the feelings that welled up inside her, yet her ears seemed to subconsciously pick up on a piece of conversation leaving Joe’s mouth.

“-then i’m gonna buy a house, a big house, for all the little Liebgott’s we’re gonna be making.” Her stomach seemed to twist with something she couldn’t quite understand at that comment, a strange sense of envy of someone who was but an idea in Joe’s current life. She racked her mind for reasons as to why she was so uneasy, flashes of her parents coming to mind. Memories of the jealousy fuelled fights emerged in front of her, painting a saddening story of two people who shouldn’t be together, thus sending a spike of worry to snake its way to her heart.

He glanced at her after the words left his mouth yet she seemed completely oblivious and stuck in her own head, an action not missed by Webster as he lowered his head to smirk at the two. Joe’s look of longing had quickly turned to a look of concern as he watched her brows crease in confusion and a flicker of something sad seemed to dull her eyes for a moment. An idea made its way to his head while a smile suddenly rose to Joe’s lips as he reached out, proceeding to grab her gently by the waist, his fingers wiggling. A surprised screech left her lips as the tickling sensation began, her mind leaving its tunnel visioned scene to pull her harshly back to reality. She swatted at his hands but he was relentless as laughter filled the air from the both of them, though hers had been forced from her in the cruelest of ways.

“JOE!” Y/N yelped through choked laughter as his fingers dug into her sides, her body jerking to get away from the man and his tickling hands. She pushed herself away from him, trying to jump across the truck towards Luz only to be pulled once again into his arms. More laughter came from her lips as tears began to fall from her eyes, her sides aching from how much she had been giggling. “JOE! HA! STOP! I’M CRYING.” The sound of the man in question chuckled in amusement, causing most of the men to look at the two with sly smirks while others, like Webster, rolled their eyes with expressions of frustration, hiding the delight they had from the two’s laughter. He called to them, causing them to pull away from one another as he asked for a timeout. Joe sent one last poke into the woman’s side before pulling himself back to his seat, his eyes never leaving her figure. She glanced at him with squinted eyes, recovering her breathing slowly while sending a swift smack to the side of his head. Joe laughed as his head turned from her for second before he came right back, his eyes glistening with an unspoken mirth.

“You are a pain in the ass.” Y/N mumbled, crossing her arms in front of her with a pout while looking away from the man. 

“Awh, don’t be like that doll.” He replied, sending a gentle poke to her cheek. Joe continued this to the point of annoyance when she finally threw her hand up to smack his hand away with a hiss. He laughed again, causing a warm feeling to swell in her chest, the smallest of smiles tugging on her lips as she tried desperately to stay looking mad. He caught the look, regardless of her attempt to cover it, his arm throwing itself over her shoulder before pulling her to his chest, exclaiming a loud ‘mwah’ as he pressed a kiss to her hair. “You fucking love me, don’t deny it.” He meant it as a tease, yet the immediate seizing up of her muscles and the shoot of discomfort in her stomach showed she’d caught more in the words. A sense of bitterness crept up in her spine at the sentiment, yet her body fought with her mind to let his arm stay where it was. Don’t tell me not to deny it, because I will.

Lay me in the palm of your hand,

I'll give you my permission,

you'll always be forgiven

Austria was beautiful; the scenery, the peace and quiet, but most importantly to the men was the women. The trucks had pulled in that day, driving past several local women who stood smiling brightly, as if the sun was projecting light from their glowing faces. Y/N felt the discomfort settle even deeper in her stomach, much stronger than it had earlier on the trucks, her mind throwing insults at her, comparing their fresh faces and softly flowing hair to her constantly grimy cheeks and lost cause of a hairdo. The feeling only grew as she watched Joe holler loudly at them as the other men were, a sly smirk on his lips. 

The woman was almost at a breaking point, the confusion, frustration, jealousy, dismay, and sadness constantly setting such an unknown and uncomfortable feeling in her body. And yet, it was the added confusion, joy, comfort, pleasure, and warmth that made her feel even worse, like fuel thrown over wood to start a fire; and Joe Liebgott was the fucking match.

Joe’s head had whipped around to make a snarky comment at the woman but he stopped short seeing the look that covered her features. He watched her for a minute, taking note of the tension in her jaw, the way it clenched and relaxed every few seconds, as well as the way her teeth chewed on her bottom lip. The smallest of smiles accompanied with a the common look of adoration covered the man’s face again as his eyes never left the plumpness of her lips.

“Don’t look at me like that.” She muttered lowly, Joe’s brows creasing in confusion at the statement. She had glanced at him while he was lost in his own world, admiring the way she looked while thinking, and recognised the way he was gazing at her all starry eyed. It scared her, feeling like an unnecessary punch to the gut.

“Look at you like what?” He asked, his eyes swimming with concern and confusion yet an undertone of pure adoration flickered the longer he stared at her. She clenched her fists by her side, trying to ease the tension she felt building in her as she swallowed the need to just grab him by the shoulders and yell at him to stop.

“Like that.” She replied after a gulp, her head nodding towards him as she did.

“I’m just looking at you Y/N. I’m confused.”

Go on, replace me,

when you're craving something sweeter

than the words I left in your mouth,

go on and spit me out

The local Austrian bar half the company found themselves in that afternoon while off duty was a warm comfort unlike any place they’d seen in recent months. The liquor flowed plentifully down the throats of many of the joyful men that sat talking to one another, their eyes following the figures of several women who had come to say they’d been smiled at by the American soldiers. Y/N perched herself on a stool beside Grant, and previously Floyd who had left them to flirt with a local girl, as they chatted animatedly while sharing a pint, smiles never leaving their faces. 

Y/N’s gaze fell over the environment with a look of curiosity at the idea of the oncoming peace that swept over everyone before it had even arrived. Her eyes  strayed several times to the man seated by Skinny and Webster by the window, painting a similar scene of enjoyment as her and Grant had found themselves. This was something the man beside her picked up on as he snorted into her beer in amusement, pulling her eyes to him. She screwed up her face in confusion at his behaviour before taking a sip of her own drink.

“Do tell what’s got you giggling Grant?”

“I just think it funny, you and Liebgott.” The man said, flicking his gaze between the two of them.

“What do you mean ‘you and Liebgott’? Me and Liebgott what?” Y/N asked, her eyebrows drawing further towards one another, her forehead creasing with frown lines.

“You guys...together. It’s an interesting pairing.” 

“Together? The fuck does that mean?”

"You guys being together...as a couple?" Grant looked confused and borderline uncomfortable at this point, unsure where the conversation was going and why the woman was reacting as she was.

"What? You nuts?" She all but screeched, a few heads turning before looking away quickly after receiving a sneering glare from the woman who was growing more stressed by the second.

"What? So you're not?" 

"How long-how long you been thinking this?" 

"I don’t know, I overheard Luz saying to Perconte bout how he’s talked about it with most of the other guys, just kinda assumed..." Y/N’s heart dropped to her stomach for some reason at this revelation, panic setting into her bones as she scrounged up some kind of escape plan. Her fight or flight seemed to flare up almost as much as it would while in the field, her breath increasing in growing worry. This is what she wanted...was it?

“Everyone...thinks Joe and I are together...more than friends?” She muttered to herself, her brain running thoughts through her head at speed, like a bullet from a chamber until it could hit the centre of a target. Her spine straightened suddenly, giving Grant the slightest of frights as his eyes continued to watch her movements as she stood quickly. Her feet took a step forward towards Floyd who stood leaning against a wall, smiling down at a woman who seemed to be fluttering her lashes at him. He spun around in a flash as Y/N had shouted his name, heads turning to look at her from all angles of the bar. He barely had a chance to mutter a word before she pulled his face to hers, planting a firm kiss to his lips. Her panic drove her to madness as she clutched at the idea of anything to calm her frightened nerves. Floyd hummed in shock for a moment before melting to the woman’s lips, his hands moving to grasp her waist almost aggressively. The two had stood wrapped up in each other even after they’d heard the harsh slam of the bar door, until eventually a voice called to her gently. 

Y/N was reluctant to pull away as she savoured the feeling of another’s lips on hers, the taste of cigarettes and beer inhaling her fully for a split second from the reality of things. She pulled away at another call of her name, recognising the voice to be Babe, Floyd’s eyes asking so many questions as she stared at him for a moment. He let worry take over him as she saw the almost distraught look on her face, her mind running so fast that she couldn’t distinguish any of her emotions from each other; and god was it driving her mad.

Y/N barely glanced at Babe or anyone else for that matter as she stumbled backwards and sprinted out of the bar back to her room, only taking notice of the absence of one man. Babe looked at where she disappeared from for a moment before making eye contact with an equally confused Floyd whoo simply shrugged his shoulders in defeat. The man sighed before shaking his head, inevitably knowing she wanted him to follow her as he took off in a run out the door.

Y/N let out a loud sigh as she wandered down the hallway to her room, Babe close on her heels as he tried to talk to her to calm the frustrated woman. She felt his presence yet heard nothing that came from his lips as her mind swallowed itself whole, throwing her into a swirling pool of ‘what ifs’ and ‘why the fucks’. More flashes of her parents came to her, hard and so goddamn fast that she almost felt dizzy; a technicolour of jealousy, spite, pain, misery. It ate at her, and she wanted nothing more than for it to just stop. She just wanted to feel anything but this; anything. They approached the door quickly as the woman let out a huff, throwing the door open and taking a step inside. She turned towards the man with her, her hand resting on the edge of the door, holding it open for him while he hesitated to step in.

“You coming in or you just going to stand there like an idiot?”

“Is this really a good idea, I mean, isn’t Joe already upset enough.”

“That isn’t my problem, he knows we’re nothing more than friends just like I am with you. You didn’t get jealous when I kissed Tab so why should he have the right to?” She all but spat, growing impatient as she tried to ignore every other feeling in her brain, guilt from her harsh words about Joe now added on top of that. The young man sighed when he realised nothing he was going to say was going to change her mind, throwing his head back to look at the ceiling as if asking God for forgiveness in advance. 

“Don’t say I didn’t warn you Y/N.” He replied, looking back at her as she stepped towards him, grasping at his tie and tugging him to her.

“Stop talking and fuck me already Babe.”

There hadn’t been any talking from that point on aside from the occasional mumble of slurred curses from Babe as she grabbed at him, allowing her to have her way with him in a way he shouldn’t have. The two of them had always been so carefree about their little arrangement, just another plus of their close friendship and nothing more, but as he took her how he always had he felt the guilt build up in his stomach. Joe had become one of his closest friends bar the woman who was currently withering in ecstasy underneath him and the feeling ate him alive as much as he tried not to think about it. Babe had been the one Joe had confined in about Y/N and his feelings towards him and yet here he was, groaning in pleasure as he touched the woman in ways good friends should not. 

Y/N was in a similar state of confusion and guilt. Her mind ran a thousand miles an hour as she tried to suppress the urge to compare the two men she had been rolling around the sheets with, yet it had constantly come back to the man who had plagued her thoughts for weeks in ways he shouldn’t. Her confusion stemmed from the emotion that bubbled in her chest at the idea of the day she’d had, the green-eyed monster that had stirred in her at the sight of the pretty, blonde Austrian girl so close to someone who wasn’t hers. All this flew through her head as she lay beneath the body of another and it infuriated her. Why? Why was she so caught up on the man? Why was he any different to the men she’d been with before and why was she so wrapped up in the idea of him?

Y/N and Babe spent the rest of the afternoon pressed against one another’s bodies, both trying to gulp down the torturous feelings of guilt that nagged at them. When the man pulled his clothes back on slowly, his eyes wandered to the figure still lying on the bed, her chin resting on her hand with a far away look on her face. He pursed his lips, wondering if he should bring up Joe and continue their previous argument but had decided against it, finishing lacing his boots up before walking towards the door. His back faced her, his hand resting on the doorknob as he paused for a moment. Running his tongue over his top teeth, he glanced back one more time, staring at the woman who hadn’t moved since he’d stood to get dressed before shaking his head and ripping the door open. Y/N didn’t even look towards the door as he shut it, her lip pulling between her teeth as she tried to fight the feelings of disgust and guilt she had towards herself. Babe took two steps away from her door fixing his hair and straightening his clothes before he looked up from his shoes. His eyes found their place on a figure standing at the end of the hall, hands clenched into fists and nostrils flaring in rage. Joe shook his head while letting out a chuckle of disappointment, an unamused smirk pulling to his lips before turning and storming off down the stairs, leaving Babe standing wide eyed and deflated.

I only light up when cameras are flashing,

never enough and no satisfaction

Y/N had been feeling the weight of her emotions beginning to tip dangerously far to one side of the scale, her mind ready to explode at the addition of any extra stress. Joe had yet to speak to the woman in a few days, so it was to everyones shock and surprise that he had been the first to jump at the chance to defend her honour. In the state of chaos, Y/N followed the man outside to talk to him as he rushed out the door of the bar, her mouth opening to yell as soon as she left the warm of the indoors.

“Why the fuck did you do that Joe? He was twice your size.” She yelled after him, her feeting picking up the pace to reach him. Joe spun around immediately, his face still red from rage.

“You should have heard the things he said about you Y/N. What else was I supposed to do?” He countered, fists clenched at his side. 

“You don’t need to defend me like that for fucks sake, i’m not a child.” She replied harshly, feeling the scales tip as the emotions begun to slid off the uneven surface and escape her mouth. Joe let out a huff, an unamused smile on his face as he ran a hand through his hair, tugging the ends harshly.

“Nothing I do ever seems to be enough for you.” He spat, surprising her as he’d never spoken to her with such a tone.

“Wh-what?” She stuttered out quietly. He just stood still, staring directly at her without an answer. Her frustration grew as everything started to implode on itself. “What do you want from me?” 

“What do I want from you? I’ve given you fucking everything, Y/N. Everything I have, everything I am, I’ve given it to you.” Joe said with his voice raising higher in volume with every word he spoke.

“I never asked you to do that for me Joe. I’m not fucking yours so stop acting like I am.” Y/N replied, pointing at herself as she did. The man let out a yell of frustration to the sky before taking several steps closer to her.

“LOVING YOU HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH POSSESSING YOU! I JUST WANT YOU TO LOVE ME BACK.” He screamed at her, a visible vein popping along his forehead at the tension he held in his body. He stopped short at her taken aback look, his body loosening slightly while his eyes seemed to begin to swim with tears. “Just-just a little bit of your love, that’s all I want. Fuck Y/N, i’d continue to let you walk all over me, be with these other guys no matter how much it fucking hurts just for the sake of being able to see that there’s a little space on your heart with my name written on it.” He all but whispered the last part to her while watching her face so intently for a reaction. The woman didn’t know what to say, her mouth only opening and closing like a fish out of water as she pondered his words. “Forget it. This was a mistake and I really can’t do it anymore.”

Y/N thought she had been forcing herself to bleed so he wouldn’t have to, yet it had been him taking a knife to the heart, and even a few to the back, the whole time while she stood with her hand clutching the handle. She’d told herself to stay away from him when he started getting too close, played around with other guys in hopes he would leave before he’d have to see the ugly side she hid away. She’d gotten jealous about someone who was yet to be in Joe’s life yet kissed Tab in front of everyone to prove a point she wasn’t even sure she needed to make, continued to sleep with Babe even after he’d brought up that it wasn’t a good idea. She’d done all of it in hopes that he would lose the adoration in his eyes when he looked at her so she wouldn’t get the chance to act like the abysmal role models of ‘love’ that were her parents; and yet that is exactly what she did. 

She knew in that moment she should let him go, for the both of them, yet something inside of her seemed to jump out and take ahold of the reigns, pushing her body to throw a hand out to grab his shoulder.

“No, no Joe please. I don’t want you to go, I want you to stay, please stay.” Her eyes were swimming with tears at this point, much like the set of eyes that turned to looked back at her. He shook his head, screwing his face up as a single tear fell along his cheek. 

“Just another thing you want in spite of how others are feeling, huh Y/N?”

He walked away from her with hast, another hidden tear slipping down his cheek while he got lost in his own thoughts. The problem with a woman like Y/N is that he knew he would continue to love her, even if it had to be from afar.

Got no shame,

I love the way you're screaming my name

“JOE! PLEASE!” Y/N screamed after him as she felt the sudden burst of emotion flowing out of her, taking long strides to grab at him again. He threw his arm out of her grasp, spinning around to tell her to piss off but stopped short with a gulp. The broken look on her face is something he hadn’t seen on her before; pain and sadness, happiness and joy, anger and malice all yes but never such a shattered look. A sob left her throat as she looked up at him, her fingers gripping at the sleeves of her shirt out of anxious habit. “Please, stay. Listen, that’s all I’m asking. If you still wanna walk away after that then I’ll-I’ll let you go, please. I can’t let you leave without trying.” She stuttered out, causing Joe to nod his slowly, taking his tongue between his teeth to stop him from biting back. “I can’t take back the shit i’ve done no matter how much I wish I could, but i’m trying my best to do better and I’m starting with this.” She continued before taking a deep breath. She recounted it all, the lies, the cheating, jealousy, spite, pain, grief, loneliness, greed, confusion, loss, solitude; all of it. Joe listened to it, taking it in as well as he could as she told him of her parents, her childhood and how she doesn’t know what the fuck she’s doing half the time but how she didn’t have any choice but to learn. His heart ached for the woman he loved and the emotion she was expressing to him, watched as every single thing she’d been holding in for so long was finally slipping from her eyes and down her face. He fell in love with her again, all over again, as he saw her now, raw and vulnerable, his Y/N. 

“If-if i could be a different person, could have lived a different life, trust me, I would have. I’ve never had good role models, never been shown how to love people without being greedy and hateful. I’ve only ever known how to take the good from people and spit them back out when I’m done with them. I’m-i’m still learning how to not be that person, but I am, I promise. I just-I just need someone to show me how.” Y/N said, several tears running down her cheeks as she did. Joe let his hand move to run his thumb over them to clear the salty liquid from her face, not liking the way she looked so lost.

“I was kinda hoping it would be you. If you’d have me.” She whispered to him, looking up at him almost sheepishly to see the smile that was slowly moving to his lips. 

“I thought you’d never ask. Cause god knows you’ve had me since day one.” He reached out in that moment, taking a hold of her waist before dipping down to meet her lips with his. They stood wrapped in one another arms for a few minutes, giving in to the feelings, giving in to each other. They pulled away from one another for a moment, their eyes never leaving each other as she muttered the next words, her lips ghosting over his.

“Take it. Take all of it. I don’t want the heart beating in my chest if your name isn’t written all over it.” 

[snappleapple]

their favorite types of kisses

people in this - dream, georgenotfound, sapnap, wilbur, punz, jschlatt, awesamdude, quackity

headcanon!

the most disgusting fluff i’ve ever written

warning - cursing, i think that’s all but if there is more please do not hesitate to tell me :)

word count - 2k

a/n: okay okay, i might’ve lied earlier about that being my last post but this was short and easy to make which is why i would like to feed my readers this early haha. anyways, enjoy and please disregard the errors in this post, i hate proof reading anything lol. also, i’ve been very indecisive on the title and i might change it later and ooh, my masterlist will be made soon. i’ve just been feeling very unproductive these days. also, please put in requests, i am so bored and dumb therefore there are no ideas in this brain. and if you’d like a part 2, i might add more people for the part 2!anyways, peace!

dream -

i get the feeling that dream’s favorite type of kisses would be cheek kisses

he just likes to watch as you struggle to reach his height

“aw look at those little legs do their thing.”

ends up with you not giving him his kiss

and mans becomes SO pouty

“y/n…come on. don’t be this way.” :(

if you don’t kiss him on the cheek, will also become SO clingy and whiny

“why won’t you KISS ME!”

clenches his fists and stomps away like a teenage girl during puberty

slamming the door to your room

so then you have to go and give him all the kisses he wants

his face is slammed into your pillow

you sit on the side of the bed and pet his hair

leading him to stare up at you with puppy dog eyes

“i will give you all the kisses you want. so stop being so pouty, you big baby.”

will literally leave zero feet of space between you and him

taps his cheek to tell you he wants kisses

when you go on dates, will literally make you stand on your tippy toes to get his kisses

does not bend down at all and actually lifts his head higher to tease you

in other words, clingy but rude hoe

george -

george is a classic romantic

he loves just lip kisses

pecks or lingering ones

he doesn’t care

mans don’t need too many kisses

nor does he need to be too clingy

total opposite of dream and sapnap *ahem clingy ahem*

if he wants a kiss,

he will come over to you and get it

doesn’t get pouty if you’re busy

just waits patiently

doesn’t enjoy it when you interrupt him when he’s streaming so you do your own thing

when you’re watching a movie with him,

he will literally only stare at you with his cute smile

and listen to your every criticism of the movie

he likes to just peck your lips whenever he feels like it

and you’re just not surprised anymore

just likes to stare at your lips whenever you talk

overall, is very sweet but not to an extent with showing affection

sapnap -

omg

sapnap just vibes with neck kisses

it tickles his neck and he loves them

giggles when you pepper kisses along his neck and flushes a deep red

“y/n. stop.” giggles between each word

but when you do, becomes the saddest person in the whole world

“i was joking.” :(

when he’s streaming and he begins to miss you

would leave his room and find you just to get a kiss

just like dream, would get angry if you give him no kisses

“GIVE ME KISSIES!”

very amusing for you

and you love to tease him

“i don’t want to give you kissies.”

continues to stare at you with a large frown until you give in and give him kissies

lsg supremacy but i’ll get into this later hehe

you better give him kisses or you’ll be dealing with a very sad sapnap

sadnap :(

wilbur -

wilbur, wilbur, wilbur

what can i even say

total nose kiss guy

i bet he’ll boop your nose twenty four seven

asks stupid questions just to get your attention

“y/n?”

“yes wilbur?”

“is a hotdog a sandwich?”

“why-“

“boop.”

“did you just say boop while you booped my nose?”

if he’s streaming and you bring him a snack

he will hold your face still and leave kisses on your nose

not too clingy but not too distant

likes to be just right with you

if its snowy outside and your noses get red

makes dumb jokes about he is rudolph and you’re mrs. rudolph

just a lot of smooches from wilby

takes you to a lot of hidden cafes in the city

and while you read, he balances his head on his palm, staring at you in admiration

if you’re insecure about your nose, you legit can’t be around wilbur because he will go on a tangent about how beautiful it is

substantially, soft boy hours all day bro, besides when he gets mad then you leave the hormonal man tf alone

punz -

i don’t see a lot of punz on tumblr so here we go

punz loves hand kisses

not to an extent where he has a hand fetish

god no but just like

when your holding hands, he’ll occasionally pull your hand up to his lips and leave a kiss

lots of hand holding

and i mean lots

constantly gets mad fun of for being a simp but ignores those comments because he genuinely loves you so much

likes it when you play with his hair and messing it up

also likes to compare hand sizes with you

always has a hand on your thigh or your hand in his whenever he is driving somewhere with you

even when you go on dates, always holding hands

no matter how sweaty your hand gets, he will hold on

sometimes if he holds on for too long, you have to tell him to let go

“punz, my hand is super sweaty. lets take a break from the hand holding.”

would flat out decline so you would have to pry your hand out of his

he would also love it when you would kiss his hand

makes him feel all polite and precious LOL

would also wrap his pinky along yours when you walk together

he once came with you to a family gathering for christmas and was so SHY

shy boy held your hand for security while your younger siblings made fun of you

afterwards, when you were under a mistletoe, he kisses you on the lips before kissing you on his favorite part of your body,

your hand

c!jschlatt -

jschlatt is a whole mess

the first time you met, he confessed that he would hate you for as long as you lived because you made fun of his boots

now he says he still strongly dislikes you but you’re more tolerable

doesn’t like it when you make him soft and HATES it when he blushes

“why must you do this to me, mother nature?”

also “hates” it when you even touch him because he “hates” you

when he actually confessed to you that he liked you with his grumpy usual grandpa voice,

you kissed him on his forehead, after he bent down of course

he is an actual giant and threatens to squash you like an ant if he feels the need to

is an absolute monster to you but loves it when you kiss his forehead because it makes him feel secure and loved

likes to watch the wind blow through your hair and mess it up but gives you his hat because he like you being “all pretty and shit”

gets SUPER jealous when you hug children

like for example, when you went over to a family gathering at his house, his cousins came up to hug you

and when you let go of the child, the man child comes and lugs you over his shoulder

gets yelled at by his mom and gives her a sheepish smile before rolling his eyes and throwing you down on the sofa set next to him

his mom doesn’t approve of the way he treats you but you tell her its fine because he’s cute

when you are far from any type of civilization or in the safety and solitude of your own home, he wants kisses on the forehead

pointing up to it and bending down so you could reach it

“y/n, i only love you because of your forehead kisses.”

“you only love me for my kisses?” :(

“mhm.”

actually feels slightly bad

“and because of your personality.”

“thank you-“

“shut up. we don’t talk about this.”

in conclusion, give him his forehead kisses or perish

awesamdude -

sam just adores it when you give him jawline kisses

not because it’s basically the only place you could reach but because it’s a sweet gesture

sam is all about sweetness

i mean have you even seen this man on his stream

he likes to watch you while you have conversations with your friends

not in a creepy way but more like an adoring way

cause man does he love you

i mean not only does he love you but his whole family does

and when you’re alone with sam, you love to bury him underneath all of your love

“i love you sam!”

“no i love you more y/n!”

“NO i LOVE you more!”

“NO i LOVE you MORE!”

“SAM NO. I LOVE YOU MORE!”

“okay thank you sweet pea.”

leaving you a bit confused but happy that he accepts your love

when you cuddle, omg

he never stops peppering kisses all over your face and vice versa because your relationship is disgustingly fluffy

when he lends you one of his sweatshirts, you sure as hell better wear that shit out or else (i am leaving a blank threat here)

sam loves technology but you guys sort of have a system

a system that involves mailing each other love letters rather than texting them

you guys also go on a ton of walks just about anywhere

hand holding is mandatory even though you probably look like a child compared to him

just give sam lots of love and in return, you’ll receive lots of love

quackity -

mans cannot leave you tf alone

likes to do ANYTHING freaky around you

“i will follow you to the ends of the earth, mi amor.” or

“ayy, back off.” if anyone gets too close to you

messes with you twenty four seven and makes it his job to drive you insane

plays horror games at two in the morning for fun

and when he gets scared, hides in the safety of your arms

“mi amor. i’m scared.”

“shut the fuck up and sleep, alex.”

“okay.” shuts up quickly and snuggles deeper into the crook of your neck

loves you so deeply but HATES your cat

“look at that little dumb thing stare at me. you got a problem bro?”

your cat also HATES alex

scratches him all the time and hisses at him

if you think sapnap is babie, wait till you meet alex

“y/n he bit me!”

when you glance down, you don’t even see a scratch

“kiss my boo boo.”

wtf

“what boo boo? there’s nothing there.”

gasps as if you offended him

“this boo boo that your el demonio did to me.”

this man will do anything to get boo boo kisses

istg, you once found him provoking your cat to get some scratches

in alex’s mind, ouchies = kisses from y/n

always has ouchies from god knows where and shows it to you

even though you find it annoying at first, you grow used to it and it sorta becomes your thing with alex

alex is babie and you need to take good care of him :)

[ask-the-phan-site]

Thanks for the P Thieves

WARNING: This post can get a bit long.

>November 25, Thanksgiving.

>The Valdez Mansion. Who knew that these were the familiar faces Fox was talking about were Tony and Reuben? And that’s not all...

Okay, lets go over this again so it would be perfectly clear. Rex’s parents and Tony parents... knew each other?

Si, we haven’t seen each other since the Nanite Even. Of course to be fair, I was stuck in space for what seemed like hours only to find out it’s been years.

And I sort of forgot.

It wasn’t until we all met up in the cemetery for Dia de Muertos the we got reacquainted.

Apparently, Mr. and Mrs. Valdez and the Doctors Salazar are buried in the same cemetery. As you recall, me and Futaba went with Rex and Caesar to honor our loved ones when we met them who were also there to honor their loved ones.

That’s right. We didn’t recognize them at first. We were kind of busy what with me as a Keyblade Master and Tony is a superhero. We didn’t know it was them until we got closer. Who knew Dio George and Dia Maria’s grave were right next to Dio Rafael and Dia Violeta’s?

The grave keeper and the church, I guess.

Well I’m glad you’re all together again. It must be so nice.

Rex: And we’ve go even more.

Pema’s Voice from the kitchen: Ren, we could use some help with the dumplings!

Joker: Okay! I’ll see you you later. Let me know when the parade is over. I don’t want to miss Santa.

Who does?

>With that, I go into the kitchen. Inside, I find Tenzin, Pema, Bobo, and Dogg all working on the dinner. Mostly vegan, of course. It appears Pema and Bobo were having some kind of disagreement.

Hands off! All four of them! Trust us, we know how to make vegetable dumplings.

Easy, lady, I was just adding a bit of my own touch to the dumplings.

A vegetable dumping with bananas, fruits, in them. That does sound like something that hasn’t been done before.

Joker: Is something the matter?

Apparently, Agent Haha has confused our vegetable dumplings for fruit pies which we will be having for dessert along with this pumpkin pie you talk about.

Bobo: Can’t I help it that I think we’re doing this too traditionally?

Dogg: It never hurts to try something new, but there are somethings that are not ready for change.

Bobo: Wise words... But I still wanna add something new to them.

Joker: But you have to admit, those dumpling smell great. I’ve never seen dumpling like this before. I wonder if I could get the recipe.

Tenzin: Well, I don’t really see why not. It’s nice to share some Air Nation culture with those of another world. I thought I could get through to White Knight, but he’s clearly not interested. But I know Sokka could. And now, you will, too.

>Tenzin gives me the recipe for Vegetarian Momo. Now I can make it in my (Joker’s) Kitchen.

Dogg: I wonder.

Joker: What is it, Dogg Sensei?

Dogg: In the words of a famous driving cook... “I’ve come up with a new recipe.”

>Dogg takes Bobo’s banana and begins chopping them and putting the slices on the pumpkin pies.

Dogg: I call it Banana Pumpkin Pie... Or Pumpkin Banana Pie. Which ever works.

Bobo: ... I like the first one.

Joker: A pumpkin pie with banana slices? I wonder what that would be like.

>I learned the recipe for Banana Pumpkin Pie. It’s also been added to the menu.

Pema: Well, now that that’s settle. We should get working on this turkey you speak of.

Tenzin: We’re not actually going to eat a bird.

Dogg: You don’t have to.

>Dogg shows the label on the turkey. “Tofu Turkey”.

Tenzin: I see. Well then, let’s carry on.

>A little later on, we were in full swing with making the Thanksgiving Dinner. I was tossing the salad when I hear the doorbell ringing.

>At the front door, Panther answers it.

Did we miss the party? I brought sushi.

Mom, Dad, Uncle Orlando, Uncle Vincent, Aunt Rin, Uncle Toby, Aunt Erica, Uncle Jonny, Aunt Ariga, you made it!

We just happened to be in town at the time when we got this invitation about a Thanksgiving Dinner here at this place. Look.

>Katherine showed an invitation on her phone.

Sweet, you got it! Thanks, Sophia, for coming up with these.

You’re welcome, Ryuji, I’ve proven one again I’m humanity’s companion.

The further details said we could bring something to contribute to the feast. So we did.

>Uncle Vincent takes something out of some plastic bags...

Queen: Is that...

Non-alcoholic apple cider, I promise.

I know I’m mostly doing wresting these days, but I still have some waitressing skills to spare.

And I still have some mechanic skills. Me and Jonny found a fast enough ride to get here.

But next time, let me do all the driving. We’re lucky we didn’t even get a speeding ticket.

But it was rather exciting. Starships don’t do car driving justice. Makes me think about the race at Racer Academy last year.

Yeah, I heard. I wonder if we can watch that.

Not a chance. We’ve never missed the Thanksgiving Day Skate Off. And I hear this year, they invited athletes from the skating competition at the Olympics over to watch a known skate team from Japan will be skating.

Sammi: We can just record one of them.

It just wouldn’t be the same watching a recording of the skate off than we were watching it live.

Dad: Even though my son got his license at Racer Academy. Speaking of which, where is Ren?

Noir: He’s in the kitchen helping with the dinner.

Dad: Good, I’ll see if they need any help.

Orlando: I’m coming, too. I need to put this sushi platter down and hopefully catch the parade.

Erica: If you’re going there, take the cider with you.

>With that, Uncle Orlando takes the cider and the sushi and takes it to the kitchen.

Be careful with that sushi! I get first dibs!

Skull: (whisper) Cool it, cat.

>The doorbell rings again.

More guests, I take it?

Skull: I got it.

>Skull answers the door.

Sorry we’re late. We were having a hard time getting our foods through customs.

>It was Peter, Harry, Mary Jane, Gwen, Miles, Anya, Aunt May, Grady, Flash, Randy, Liz, Mr. Robertson, and two men and a woman we’ve never seen before.

Naw, you guys are right on time!

Good. This kind of reminds us of San Fransokyo last summer.

Tony: Pretty much it does.

A year isn’t really that long, you guys.

But still, a lot can happen in a year.

I’ll believe it when I see it.

>The two men glare at each other.

Come on, Dad, you promised you two would be nice.

Miles: She’s right, Uncle Aaron. You promised us and Mom.

Uncle Aaron: (groaning) Fine.

Gwen’s Father: Just don’t even think of doing anything funny. We’re guests here.

Uncle Aaron: Just as long as you don’t?

Miles: (a bit embarrassed, but smiling) You two.

Violet: Care to introduce us?

Gwen: Everyone, this is my dad.

Gwen’s Father: Captain George Stacy, NYPD.

Miles: And this is Aaron Davis. My father’s brother.

Aaron: Nice to meet you all.

Wait. Aaron Davis? As in... the original Prowler?

Aaron: (smiling) On certain occasion, but not this time. Right now, I’m Uncle Aaron.

Captain Stacy: (in disbelief) For your sake, you better be. I don’t want to have to slap handcuffs in front of your nephew.

Ignore them. Anyway, this is my stepsister, Maria.

NOTE & SPOILER: This is actually a picture of Chameleon, but it was the only image of Maria we could find that wasn’t on a phone.

Hola, everyone!

Noir: (greeting) It’s nice to meet you, Maria chan.

Ooo, you looks smart. I take it your a scientist.

Maria: Pretty much. (The lab coat pretty much says it all.) I normally work for Stark International, but recently, I’ve been helping Anya and her friends at W.E.B.

A lot of us have. Of course, we have Mr. Stark and, Randy, and even his dad for that.

Actually, most of the thanks about spreading the news should go to Randy. I would have talked about it for the Daily Bugle, but Jameson threatened to fire me if I did.

Yeah. Ever since Peter turned 18, Jameson can now legally bash him on DBC. He’s even targeting W.E.B. saying that’s it’s nothing but a joke run by juvenile delinquents and that they should leave big science like that to the professionals like that other world company you guys dealt with.

Yeah. I hear he even dragged his son to that Thanksgiving party at Krei’s place... But don’t worry, I’ve fixed that.

Randy: (whispering and smiling) They’re gonna get Screwballed.

Hey, while we’re waiting, let’s see what games are on.

Scragg: Whoa! Fragg and Scragg don’t do football. But we’re definitely gonna see the skate off.

Queen: We haven’t decided on that yet. We might still watch the Thanksgiving Day Race at Racer Academy. We promised our friends there that we would. We can still record the skate off.

Scragg: (defeated) Okay.

Flash: For real? No game? Oh well, I can just watch it on my phone.

Peter: Way to look on the bright side, Flash.

Well, this is the day to be thankful.

This is true. I’m just happy a lot of us can be together like this.

Noir: You can say that again, Aunt May.

Aunt May: Thank you, Haru. Here, I brought the stuffing for the table.

Randy: Me and Dad brought the sweet potato pie.

Miles: And I brought my mom’s rice. By the way, she wants to me to tell you that she’s sorry that she and Billie couldn’t be here. She wishes that they could be here, but you know how it is.

Queen: A councilwoman’s work is never done.

Miles: And she’s still a little reluctant about Uncle Aaron, so she wouldn’t let me take Billie with us.

Aaron: Give it time, she’ll come around.

Miles: I hope so. Ever since Dad... (looks down)

>Everyone, except for Sammi, Zeb, Reuben, Fragg, and Skragg who were just confused, went silent until Peter puts his hand on Miles’ shoulders.

Peter: (with a reassuring smile) We’re going to find him. Don’t worry. This Christmas won’t be lonely for your family like last year.

Miles: (feeling a bit better) I know. Thanks, Pete. All of you.

>Everyone nods.

Captain Stacy: (whisper) Now I don’t have the heart to tell that kid that as soon as we find his father, we have to arrest him for aiding Norman Osborn.

Aaron: (whispering back unhappy) Seriously, man?

Captain Stacy: (normal voice) Never mind. Where do we put the food?

Sammi: In the kitchen with the others.

>With that, Miles, Aunt May, and Randy take their foods to the kitchen while the others join the rest in the living room to watch the parade.

>The doorbell rings again.

Violet: I think this one’s for me.

>She answers it.

Here at last.

Violet: Dad, you made it!

Violet’s Father: Yes, I’m here... Though, I’m not so sure about the people you had me go with you.

>Along with Violet’s father... were Vincent, Duke, and their parents.

Hey, Sumire. It’s been a while.

Violet: (happy) It’s good to see you, too, Vincent. Duke, Mr. and Mrs. Hauser.

Sumire. Yoshizawa san.

We brought mashed potatoes. And an apple pie.

Queen: We already have a lot of mashed potatoes, but the apple pie is nice. Thank you, Mrs. Hauser.

Fox: I always thought it was pumpkin pies you eat for dessert at Thanksgiving.

Connie thought we should try something different this year since you probably already have a lot.

Reuben: Yeah, I brought them. Just take them to the kitchen. Everyone else is watching the parade.

>With that, Mrs. Hauser takes her foods to the kitchen while her family goes to the living room to watch the parade.

>The doorbell rings again.

Fox: I wonder.

>Fox answers the door.

Am I the last one?

Skull: No, we’re expecting more.

I’m glad you could be here.

Taro: Well, this place isn’t that far from Scorchers HQ and everyone’s spending time with their own families, so what else could I do? Besides... I thought it would be nice to spend some time with you.

Fox: Happy to hear that.

Taro: Hope you don’t mind, I brought a vegetable casserole.

Queen: Not at all. Just take it to the kitchen.

>With that, Taro takes his dish to the kitchen.

>Suddenly, everything shakes.

Scragg: (alarmed) An earthquake?

Skull: No, just more people we invited.

>Skull, Fragg, and Scragg go out to see something really big flying in.

Fragg and Scragg: Holy...!

>On the back of the kaiju...

Thank you for flying Air Sizzik. Please put your trays in their upright positions and we hope you will be flying with us again soon.

>The kaiju put down Kei and six other people. Skull recognizes four of them, Makoto, Bruno, Adi, and Chloe. The other two were a man and a woman, most likely Kei’s parents. Then, Slizzik goes back into Kei’s sketchbook.

That was a great ride, Kei! Thank you. We would normally take the Quinjet, but Tony and the others were invited to take part in the parade and they wanted to use it.

You’re welcome.

(a little shaken) But I think the Quinjet would have been more safer... It has seatbelts.

But you have to admit, it was quite the ride. I thought rollercoasters were that thrilling.

If you thought that was thrilling, try flying into a real storm.

Kei: Really? I never-

Mrs. Kawade: (quickly) Please, don’t give him any ideas.

Ryuji, how are things?

Skull: Goin’ good. Glad you guys could make it.

Thanks. By the way, Kamala says she’s sorry she couldn’t come, she’s spending Thanksgiving with her family, but she told me to give you this dish she and her mom made. I think it’s called lobia daal.

Queen: (also coming out) That sounds good. Nothing makes a vegetarian Thanksgiving than black-eyed peas. Take it into the kitchen and join the rest in the living room.

>With that, they all come back inside.

>Just a little after that, the doorbell rang again.

That must be them.

I’ll get it.

>Yosuke goes to the door and answers it...

??????: SENSEEEEI! YOSUKEEEE!

>Something big and hairy jumps on Yosuke with teary eyes.

Yosuke: (trying to get back up) Okay! Okay! You don’t have to be so dramatic.

But you and Sensei just disappeared and didn’t turn up for months just like last year. And this time, you were gone longer.

Yu: Well, we’re here now. Don’t worry.

>Teddie cheered up a bit. Then, the rest of the Investigation Team along with Nanako, Dojima, and Marie come through the door.

Big Bro! Yosuke! We’re here!

Yu: (happy) Yes, Nanako. We’re all here.

Geez! You guys disappears for weeks on end with little to no contact. You had Nanako worried. And us.

Yosuke: (getting frustrated) Well next time, tell the Velvet Room to give out warning before hand.

Yeah, we tried talkin’ to ‘em... Until we saw that kid in the little car... (getting a bit gushy) And I couldn’t help it, he was just so damn cute!

Way to stay professional, Kanji.

Either way, we’re finally together now.

Nanako: Yeah, Big Bro, Dad, and our friends are all here.

Chie: Yeah, it’s Turkey Time!

Noir: I should let you know first, it’s a tofu turkey. No meat here.

Chie: (a little disappointed) For real?

Tony: It was Dogg’s idea. And we have Air Nomads joining us at our table.

Nanako: (a bit surprised) Real Air Nomads? The kind that can use Airbending? Wow!

So glad to see we have such a cute fan. Ever considered becoming an Air Acolyte?

Teddie: (not happy with that) Grr! Don’t even think about it, buster! Nana chan is way too precocious and pure to join some otherworld cult.

The Air Acolytes are not a cult. They are an order who have dedicated themselves to preserving the ways of our nation. Even after Airbenders returned to our world.

It’s true. I’m an Airbender from that world, but half of me is from this one.

Oh boy, I thought this was going to be a quite dinner.

Rex: (smiling) Where’s the fun in that?

It’s okay, Chie. If you like a familiar dish, I have you covered. Here’s my dish for Thanksgiving.

>Yukiko shows to have a pot with her.

Yu: (worried) Is... Is that...

>Yukiko opens the pot.

(Insert song: Who Is There from Persona 4)

Yosuke: (freaking out in terror) How the hell did you get that past customs!?

Yukiko: I didn’t. I made it in the kitchen of the house Dojima san rented for us. It’s not that far from where we are.

Tony: (also worried) It’s not the house that just a couple blocks from here, is it?

Yukiko: Actually, it is. Why do you ask?

Tony: (whispering in defeat) Oh crap, even when she’s not here, Valeria’s still trying to kill me.

Sammi: (curious) What is that anyway?

Yukiko: ... Udon noodles.

Zeb: I’ve had udon noodles before, but I don’t remember them looking like this.

Yukiko: I’ve... just been creative. So I’ll just take this to the kitchen and add it to the others.

>With that, Yukiko take her ‘dish’ to the kitchen.

Yosuke: Partner, you’ve gotta go in there and do something. We can’t let Mystery Food X: Thanksgiving Edition make its debut here.

Yu: (quickly) Right.

>With that, Yu speeds into the kitchen.

Sammi: Aren’t you all overreacting? He cooking didn’t look that bad... Did it?

Kanji: (sweaty) I hope my insurance card is good overseas.

Well, let’s just be thankful that she’s trying.

>With that, the Investigation Team, Nanako, Dojima, and Marie go to the living room to watch the parade.

>Then, the bell rings again.

Reuben: (surprised) Díos, how many people did you invite? If we get anymore, this is going to be a public area.

As Grandpa Mac always said, “The more, the merrier.”

Skull: That’s a pretty basic sayin’.

Moss: But it does ring true.

>Skull answers the door.

We’re here.

Queen: You are. You should be the last bunch to arrive.

I hope so. The two in our company seem a little off.

Now that’s a little mean. I thought the company was smart.

That’s not exactly what she’s talking about, but you’re right, it was a smart company.

(laughing a bit) You’re the same as always, Takuto. Never change.

Maruki: Might be too late for that.

Skull: Hey, I’m glad you guys made it. Did you bring them, too?

Wolf: (smiling) Why don’t you ask them?

Ryu kun~!❤ Happy Thanksgiving!

Skull: (happy) Same to you, Mom.

>They hugged.

????: Got room for one more?

>The last guest comes in.

There always is.

Glad to hear it.

>With that, Crow joins in on the hug... Then, Skull’s mother backed away to let them embrace on their own. It was a long and happy moment for them. Then, they noticed what was going on and backed away from each other, blushing, smiling, and happy.

Makoto: (watching from the living room and cheering) I saw that, you two!

Skull’s Mother: (smiling) Oh, Mak kun.

Noir: So, did you bring something for our table?

>Wolf goes out for a bit and wheels in a big keg.

Wolf: (with a satisfied smile) Hot apple cider, anyone?

Panther: That’s great, Zenkichi, but my mom, Ren’s dad, and their friends already brought the cider.

Wolf: Really? How much?

Erika: (just coming back from the bathroom) About two bottles.

Wolf: (scoffing a bit) With this many guest? I think it’s good thing a brought a big keg

Erika: (unimpressed) You didn’t have to rub it in.

Wolf: Oh, that reminds me. I hope you don’t mind... But me and Akane invited a few other friends of ours. They just happen to live near the area and they had nothing to do since they wanted to spend Thanksgiving together, so we thought they would like to come over.

Sammi: Alright. Just hope we could make room for more.

>Suddenly, the sound of car engines could be heard outside.

Wolf: Huh, that would be them now.

>I hear the commotion from the kitchen and go outside with the others as Shibusawa wheels the keg into the kitchen.

>Outside, we see four cars driving in.

Those are some pretty big and very powerful-looking cars.

Joker: Even my grandfather’s car dealership doesn’t sell monsters like these.

???? ???????: Who are you calling monsters? Zenkichi told us about that RV.

>The people in the cars come out.

Wait. You’re...

What’s the matter? Never seen someone so awesome celebrating Thanksgiving before?

Someone so awesome?

Tony Toretto: Sorry. An awesome group celebrating Thanksgiving.

That’s a little better.

Skull: (still reeling) Awesome? That’s like a big understatement. You guys are...

Unbelievable!

Yeah, we know.

Oracle: Gramps, how do you know these people?

Wolf: (still scoffing) Remember when I told you I was the original DK? I had a feeling that you still didn’t believe me. So I thought, if you didn’t believe me... Maybe you’ll believe someone who practically grew up in the world of street racing. I was originally going to ask Dom to do it, but he has plans this Thanksgiving. Fortunately, his younger cousin, Tony, who happens to be good friends with Akane since they were young, wanted to spend this year with his friends which he somewhat considers his family.

Skull: For real? How?

Tony Toretto: Well, must of what I know about Zenkichi, Cousin Dom told me.

Fox: (still dubious) So basically, you don’t know anything.

Wolf: (shocked) Seriously!?

Joker: I still think you may be telling the truth.

Wolf: (looking down) I don’t need your pity.

That’s okay. You’ll convince them soon enough... I think... I don’t know, I’ve only met you for the first time yesterday.

Akane: (a little embarrassed) Oh, brother.

Just as long as Ms. You-Know-Where isn’t coming here, too.

Yeah, I don’t think you could be that agitated by someone twice in the same year.

I had a feeling something like this would happen. So I told her ahead of time that as long as she stays away from Providence territory, even though it’s only temporary, we should have a happy Thanksgiving and a happy Holidays.

Rex: For real? I didn’t think you had someone you despised more than me, White.

You’ve never met her, Rex. We have. And I have to tell you... That woman makes Black Knight look like an angel.

Tony Toretto: You wouldn’t be wrong there.

Frostee Benson: Anyway, we’re here now. And here’s what I brought.

>Frostee Benson opens a bag with packs of Yoka Spirit Water.

Oracle: (unimpressed) Really? You brought that stuff?

Frostee Benson: Hey, nothing beats a sweet pack of Yoka Water.

Oracle: All this praise for cans of sugar water?

Skull: (scoffing) And this comin’ from the gal who was just chuggin’ down can after can of 1UP?

Mmm!

Queen: Just take that to the kitchen.

Joker: Some advice: Watch out for the talking chimp. Last I saw him, he got into an argument with Randy over his sweet potato pie.

Frostee Benson: Come again?

Cisco Renaldo: I better come, too. I know a thing or two about dealing with primates.

Bobo’s Voice from inside: I heard that, chump!

>With that, Toretto’s team, White Knight, Dr. Holiday, Rex, Beverly, and Agent Six go back inside.

Queen: Well, that should be all of them. Now we should-

Sophie: Hold on, I just got a message that there’s someone else coming.

Queen: (surprised) Are you serious? I didn’t think we invited anyone else.

Sophie: I just got the message... They’re coming now.

>Suddenly, we hear something coming... Something big, stormy... and neighing.

Isn’t that...

>The black carriage stops at our feet and opens. Then, two familiar faces we hoped we wouldn’t see again for a while come out.

Announcing the arrival of his excellency, Sojiro Sakura.

(getting out of the carriage) Could you drop the excellency part, will ya?

Bertuccio: Can you blame me? It’s my job.

Anyway, hope we’re not late. I know we’re the last ones to arrive.

Queen: Actually, we weren’t expecting you at all. We were hoping that Boss would join us via the computer.

Boss: Believe me, I’m still trying to get this around my head myself. I was just closing up the café for the night when these two showed up saying that there was a party and that my presence was requested. They practically shoved me into the carriage.

Bertuccio: (noticing Oracle glaring) I can assure you, we handled him as gently as possible.

Oracle: You better have.

Wolf: Or we’re going to have a problem.

Baptistin: Believe us, we wouldn’t want that.

Queen: Anyway, if you’re here, I suppose you have something for our table.

Bertuccio: We French don’t normally celebrate Thanksgiving, but we have.

>Bertuccio goes back to the carriage and takes something on a silver platter coved by a silver cloche.

Baptistin: Park it someplace, Ali. We’re let you know when we’re ready later.

...

>With that, the alien known as Ali drives the carriage off. Then, Bertuccio lives the cloche off to show us...

Violet: (a bit surprised) Is that... the Grey Stuff?

>There was no doubt about it. It was a chocolate cake covered in the grey stuff that’s delicious... Don’t believe us? Ask the dishes.

Baptistin: Just a little something we threw together.

Wolf: (a little suspicious) You didn’t do anything funny with it, did you?

Baptistin: (smirking) Now why would you think that?

Bertuccio: (being stern) Baptistin, we’re guests here. Try to be polite.

Baptistin: (holding his hands up like it’s no big deal) Just showing him courtesy, that’s all.

Wolf: Fine, we’ll trust you... For now. Just take that to the kitchen.

>With that, Bertuccio and Baptistin take the Grey Stuff Cake inside.

Oracle: Are you sure you’re fine, Sojiro?

Boss: I’m fine. Remember what Shido’s men did... Although...

There’s something really nostalgic about riding in a carriage. Particularly that carriage. Almost like... Like...

What!?

Joker: What’s wrong, Boss?

>Boss was dazed for a moment. But snapped out of it quickly and just smiles.

It’s nothing. Just a thought. Now c’mon, while I’m here, why not enjoy ourselves.

>We just nodded and head inside. I look into the kitchen and see Bertuccio and Baptsitin talking with Agent Six.

(whispering) Just what are you two up to?

>I noticed I wasn’t the only one wondering... Wolf was also in thought.

Rand’s Voice from the living room: Hey everyone! The finale of the parade is coming! Hurry, or you’ll miss Santa!

Makoto’s Voice: And the Avengers!

>We all quickly go to the living room where the Macy’s Lacy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade was drawing to a close for the year.

Hello, everybody, Fairy Godmother here with my co-host, Danika Hart! If you’re just joining us, you’re just in time for the grand finale of this year’s Lacy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade! And here they come, promising that if any baddy even thinks about threatening the holiday season, they will be sure to avenge it. Ladies and gentlemen, Earth’s Mightiest Heroes, the Avengers!

>No sooner she announces this, the Quinjet is seen moving along the street as the Avengers were on it waving to the cheering crowds.

It’s a cool sight, FG. Who would have thought the Avengers would be riding here today? A lot of hero fans out there are probably screaming with excitement at this.

Happy Thanksgiving, everyone!

And a Happy Holidays!

Danika Hart: And joining them on the Quinjet singing his new song, “Lion’s Adventure”, famous singer, songwriter, and one of Spider-Man’s biggest fans, Ross Caliban!

Don’t give me all the credit. Helping me with this song is one of the inspirations for my music career aside from Spider-Man, give up for the Trendbenders! You ready, guys?

We’re ready. We would like to dedicate this song to four of the greatest people in our lives.

Ross Caliban: First, to my boy, Spider-Man. Thank you for everything you’ve done for this city.

Next, to our own boy, Rex. Thanks for everything you’ve done for us... No matter how brief that was.

Next, the leader of the Outsiders, Beast Boy. Tell you to hang in there and stay strong. We’re all here for you.

Sly: I’m sure he is. Speaking of which, last, but not least... Superboy. Superboy, we’re sure wherever you are now, this song will reach you.

Ross Caliban: (sympathetic) I know he will. Now let’s go!

>With that, Ross Caliban and the Trendbenders play their song, Lion’s Adventure.

DISCLAIMER: Young Justice: Phantoms takes place a year before the events of this post, so we have no idea what’s really going on now.

>After their song, the parade moved on.

Fairy Godmother: Such a great song for such great friends. And now, for the moment you’ve all been waiting for. To ring in the Holiday Season, ladies and gentlemen, SANTA CLAUS!

>With that, a large sled pulled by eight reindeers comes up in front of Lacy’s Flagstore. And driving that sleigh...

Ho ho ho! Happy Holiday’s everyone!

(whispering) I should really thank Jolnir later for doing this.

Oracle: That Santa looks different from the one we met during the Hasetsu Heist.

Reuben: Misma historia, diferentes versiones y todas son ciertas.

Caesar: Same story, different versions, and all are true. Even us scientists know that.

Maria: (happy) That’s for sure.

>Maria smiled at Caesar who couldn’t help but blush.

Anya: Yeesh. We’ve only been here a few minutes and already they’re going goo goo eyes.

Gwen: Well the fact that they’re both scientists help. And that they’re both at that age.

Danika Hart: Something tells me Santa want to wish yo all a Super Happy Holidays. I heard he came here with Thor.

Fairy Godmother: It just goes to show the big guy is just full of surprises and wonder... (whispering) Like how Hades has something planned.

Danika Hart: You say something?

Fairy Godmother: (quickly) Nothing, dear. Anyway, this concludes this year’s Thanksgiving Day Parade brought to you by Lacy’s Department Store here on 34th Street. This is Fairy Godmother.

Danika Hart: And Danika Hart saying to you...

Both:

Happy Thanksgiving and Happy Holidays!

Fairy Godmother: The Thanksgiving Day Race at Racer Academy will begin shortly.

Pema’s Voice: Dinner’s ready!

Oh good. I thought it would never be done.

Liz: That sounds like a cliché thing to say.

Bolin: Can I help it? I just wish Opal could be here. But, Chief Beifong said that they were going to visit their relatives. Apparently, they have a holiday similar to this one.

You’ll see her again soon, little brother. Don’t worry. They’re just planning things for the winter holidays.

Bolin: I know. Thanks.

>We all enter the dining room. The tables were set with more food than there could be. This will be quite the feast. Not too far, an alter was set the our departed love ones. Last time, the alter had pictures of Mr. and Mrs. Valdez, Oracle’s mother, and Queen’s father. This time, there were more: Rex and Caesar’s parents, Uncle Ben, Otto Octavius, Chisato Dojima, Mac Dennison, Rand’s parents, Wolf’s wife, and some guy called Paul Miller.

Katherine: I still can’t believe we’re putting up Paul’s picture there.

Orlando: He was our close friend back in high school. I think we should at least make it feel like he’s here with us.

Vincent: Yeah. Especially after... We should get started with saying Grace.

Grace? I’m still getting accustomed to the customs of this world, so I have no idea what that’s about.

Tenzin: It’s how the people pray to their divine before a big feast like the one they have on this day.

Jinora: Like how we give thanks to the spirits for what they’ve done for us.

Tenzin: Precisely, Jinora. But I have to warn you, I’ve never actually had to say any of these prayers.

Rand: Don’t worry, I know a prayer that works best for everyone. My dad made it up and taught it to me.

Oracle: (working on her laptop) Hold on. Just... They’re answering.

>Then, split screen appears on Oracle’s laptop.

Oh, good. We thought you forgot about us.

Queen: We almost did. Can you believe we only did a few heists this year?

It couldn’t be helped. The other admin who runs the Phansite is trying to get into physical shape and hardly had time to help out. But he says he’ll try to work on it more in the coming year if he can.

Oracle: We’ll see.

Tony: So, shall we begin? Rand?

Rand: If everyone’s ready, let’s bow our heads.

>With that, we do so.

Rand: We give thanks to everyone and everything that makes this life as best as best can be. And as we are about to enjoy this wondrous feast, we hope that they continue being their best just as we will. We are thankful for friends and family who can be here now and those who can only be here with us in spirit. We pray that they will be with us for many years to come. For they make us who we are and we love them for it. So let it be. Thank you.

Everyone: Thank you.

That sounds like your father, Sokka.

Rand: (looking at his parents’ picture) Yeah, it does.

Master Katara: I know. I miss him, too.

Rand: We still have his research on Medical Bloodbending. Have you read it, yet? We went through a lot to get it.

Master Katara: I have gone through most of it. It does sound like Hakoda was on to something. But I’m still unsure about using Bloodbending, even if it is for healing rather than hurting.

Rand: I don’t expect you to like it right away. Just give it some time to think it over.

Master Katara: (scoffing) When you reach my age, boy, you find that time has become a luxury.

Moss: Speaking of going through a lot. I just got the news from my mom about Dad.

Dr. Holiday: I heard. Does he still plan to take your grandfather’s garage?

Moss: (shaking his head) He’s decided to put that on hold until he can think it over a little more. But I think he might change his mind. Let’s just wait.

Sounds like we have a lot to be thankful this day.

Meelo: Indeed, indeed. Now let’s eat.

Joker: Right, let’s not wait any longer. Itadakimasu.

Everyone: Itadakimasu.

Bertuccio and Baptistin: And bon appétit.

>With that, we begin to feast. We also managed to convince Tony to put a TV in the dinning room so we can watch our friends at Racer Academy race.

Before we begin the next race, my sons, X and Speed, have something to say.

We would like to dedicate this next race to some very special friends of ours who helped us a lot last year.

Yeah, thank you for what you did. We hope you’re watching this. And have a Happy Holiday!

>With that, Speed and X get in their cars and the race begins.

>After a while, Speed won the race. We all cheered.

Wolf: Well done, Speed!

Joker: Speed’s one of the greatest racers in the world. After his father and older brother.

Tony Toretto: Hey, don’t leave my cousin out of this. And me and Lyla.

Joker: Yes, you guys too

Toby: ...

Erika: (worried) Toby? You okay?

Toby: (snapping out of his daze) Sorry. But that was a great race... Though I can’t help but think if... I’ve seen it before.

Erika: Maybe you did. You know, last year you just sort of disappeared for a few days. You didn’t come back until three days after Thanksgiving.

Vincent: Yeah. Come to think of it, we never did find out what happened to you. Maybe you did see the race while you were gone.

Toby: Maybe. I don’t know. No matter how hard I try, I just can’t remember.

Crow: What do you mean? What happened?

Toby: I don’t know. All I remember was going home from The Stray Sheep. The next ting I knew, I was lying on the sofa in the break room of the dealership... Two weeks later... Although, I think I do remember something.

Crow: What?

Toby: Before everything went blank, I remember running to someone... They looked like... like...

>Toby, with worried eyes, begins to look... at Bertuccio and Baptistin... Then, something comes to mind. A memory... of an antique car.

Toby: (whispering) them... R- Renaud.

PING!!!

Toby: (clutching his head in pain) Ugh!

Erika: (worried) Toby! Are you okay?

>Suddenly, I notice Yosuke and Moss having a slightly similar pain. And I’m not the only one. Boss, Yu, Marie, Rand, and Korra also take notice of what’s going on.

Yu: (worried) Yosuke, are you alright?

Yosuke: I’m... I’m fine. But Toby, he’s...

Erika: We better take him to the hospital.

Baptsitin: (getting up with Bertuccio) Better let us do it. We don’t want to ruin your feast

Erika: But...

Toby: I’ll be fine. I’ll go with them.

Wolf: (suspicious) Are you sure about that?

Dojima: (also suspicious) He’s right. We feel a lot better if I took him.

Toby: It’s alright. They’ll take care of things.

Let them go.

Dojima: But...

I know they mean no real harm. Just trust them. And trust me.

Dojima: ... Alright. I trust you, Sojiro san. Though, I still don’t trust them.

Wolf: Nor me.

>With that, Bertuccio and Baptistin help Toby up and lead him to the door.

>Outside just a little ways from the mansion...

Baptistin: (smiling) Well, kid?

Toby: (still in pain) I... I remember now... I met you guys outside The Stray Sheep. You told me something... Renaud... I remember... I’m...

>Then, Toby falls to the ground in pain... A sound is heard... The sound of an antique car... Bertuccio takes out a pair of square-shaped glasses.

Bertuccio: I think you’ll be needing these.

>Back inside, we were just thinking about how Toby is doing when we heard a car coming... Then we decided it wasn’t that important.

Erika: I wonder if he’s okay.

Chie: I’m sure he is.

Yosuke: I especially think so.

Moss: And me.

Korra: I hope you’re right.

Marie: (whispering to herself) Thought I doubt it will seem that way at first.

>Then, Bertuccio and Baptistin come back inside.

Bertuccio: I’m sorry to report that Tobias had to leave this party early. It’s no use going with him, Ali already took him away.

Erika: What happened to him? He didn’t catch COVID, did he?

Bertuccio: Don’t worry, he didn’t.

Baptistin: But we’re ‘fraid you won’t be seeing him for awhile.

>Erika was looking a bit down... Until Yosuke put a reassuring hand on her arm.

Yosuke: He’ll be fine. Don’t worry. You’ll see him again.

Erika: (feeling a little better) I think you’re right. Thanks, Yosuke.

Teddie: (tearing up again) Gwaa!!! Yosuke’s really matured up since we last saw him!

Yosuke: It wasn’t that long ago, Teddie.

Chie: If you call being missing since August not long.

>Suddenly, the sound of the front door could be heard opening and closing.

Panther: (confused) Who’s there? I thought everyone was here.

Baptistin: Yeah, we kinda forgot, we invited someone of our own to come. That should be him now.

>Then, someone comes into the dining room... Yosuke (and Moss are) a bit surprised by our last minute guest.

Bonjour. It’s nice to meet you all.

Yosuke: You. From last year.

Teddie: (angry) Grr! I remember you. You’re the one who bopped me on the head with a wrench and stuffed us in your tiny car!

Young Nobleman: And I apologize for that. I am sorry.

Teddie: You better be, or next time, things are gonna get bear-y bad.

Kanji: (whispering) That threat won’t be taken seriously with “bear” in it.

Young Nobleman: I understand. Now, is it alright if you joined your table? I don’t normally celebrate Thanksgiving where I’m from, but I won’t turn down a chance to make new friends.

>We thought for a while... Then, Yosuke spoke.

Yosuke: I guess you can. I’m still reluctant because you stuffed me, my partner, and our friend in your car for days, but even so, you probably had your reasons. But just don’t do it again. Everyone was worried. They were again when I got wisped away here.

Young Nobleman: Don’t worry. I doubt I’ll have need to do that again.

>With that, the nobleman takes a seat at the table... on Toby’s seat. Erika is a bit uncomfortable, but allows it. She knows this person doesn’t seem so bad... Aside from helping Icicle Jr. abduct Yu, Yosuke, and Teddie.

Teddie: Come to think of it, we never did get your name. You drove off before we could ask you.

Bertuccio: Announcing-

Young Nobleman: It’s alright, Bertuccio, I can introduce myself. It’s the least I can do after what I did last year. Raoul, Baron de Château-Renaud. Of course, most people call me Chateau Renaud. But my friends just call me Renaud.

Well then, Renaud san, welcome to our little family.

Renaud: Merci. Pass the tofu turkey, please

Harry: (eyes glued to the TV) Hold on, it looks like Speed’s going to win it again.

>Sure enough, the Mach 6 crosses the finish line before the other cars. Followed by the Shooting Star and Spoiled Brat.

Mr. Racer: And there you have it, Speed wins it again! Guess they weren’t kidding when they said he’s a chip off the old block... Or that the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree. Whichever works. Well, that’s it for this year. Hope you all have a Happy Holidays and New Year!

>With that, the race was over. Skragg checks the time on his phone.

Skragg: (happy) Hey, if we hurry now, we can catch the second half of the skate off.

Queen: I guess we can.

>With that, Queen changes the channel to the Thanksgiving Skate Off.

Welcome back. For those of you just joining us (probably from watching a certain race at a certain school), this is Nigel Thrall, originally of the UK then moved to New York City. Back in England, we don’t normally celebrate Thanksgiving, but since I’m one of the greatest skateboarders in the country (though not enough to get into the Summer Olympics, but I’ll see if I can get into the Winter Olympics), I’ve been asked to guest host the Annual Thanksgiving Skate Off this year. Right, now that we’ve seen the local skaters, let’s move on to the more out-of-town experience. First up, the one who came with me from New York, the “AmDrag” himself, Jake Long!

What up!? Happy Thanksgiving! I’d like to thank my dad who supported me all the way. Thanks. I’m very thankful that you’re here.

Thanks, Jake. I’m very thankful to have a son as magical as you.

Nigel Thrall: It’s a touching moment. Emphasis on the magical. Our next skater also hails from the States. From Canton, Ohio, Troy “T.K.” Kang!

Whether it be in skateboarding or football, you know I can top them all.

Nigel Thrall: Confident. I admire that. Our next skater hails from the Land of the Raising Sun with a fiery temper to boot, Misaki Yata!

That’s Yatagarasu, you damn limey!

Nigel Thrall: (laughing) Okay, Mr. Crow-boy. No need to flare up. Our next rider, also from Japan, the Skull Skater, Dai-

Bwaa!!! Why does everyone keep callin’ me by my full name, yo?

Nigel Thrall: Alright, have it your way. The Skull Skater, Beat!

Beat: (whispering) That’s better. (out loud) I hope y’all ready, ‘cause da beat is on!

>The crowd is fired up.

Nigel Thrall: Wow, I’ve never seen a crowd so hyped up... Except whenever I arrive. Next up, also from Japan, Okinawa to be precise, he’s new on the scene of skateboarding, Reki Kyan!

It’s nice to meet you all. Thanks for having us.

Nigel Thrall: That reminds me, joining him from Okinawa, he grew up in Canada where he mastered snowboarding and is now mastering skateboarding... Langa “Snow” Hasegawa!

Wolf: (surprised) What the?

I’m glad the both of us could be here to make your Thanksgiving a great one.

Akane: I still can’t believe he made it to the big time.

Wolf: You knew about this?

Queen: You know that person? You have the same last name.

Wolf: Yeah... He’s my nephew.

The Phantom Thieves: WHAT!?!?!?

Akane: I know it’s hard to believe, but it’s true. Langa is Dad’s mom’s brother’s daughter’s son.

Wolf: My cousin told me that she and Langa were moving to Okinawa after her husband died. This was after we first visited Okinawa. But to find out that he quickly became famous in the skateboarding just after taking it up? It’s almost amazing... I really should get him something for Christmas this year. And Akane, I didn’t know you knew.

Akane: We’ve been exchanging emails for awhile. Who knew he was a fan of the Phantom Thieves?

Tony: (cocky smiling) What’s wrong with skateboarding?

Wolf: Nothing of course. It’s just hard to believe that the little kid I knew who practically shredded every mountain up north took up skateboarding and became a pro at it so quickly.

Joker: I know. I only started skateboarding a couple years ago, but I picked it up real quickly.

Skull: (cheering) That’s our Renren, always quick on the take. Makes me wonder if I should take up skateboardin' again.

Peter: And me.

Liz: Hey, don’t leave me out of this.

Joker: (watching Langa get on his board) I wonder if we’ll ever meet him.

Wolf: I’m sure you will. I can arrange that. But for now, let’s just watch this run. (cheering) Let’s go, Snow!

>With that, we watch the skate off while enjoying our feast with family and friends, new and old.

>Another successful heist.

Admin: Again, we apologize for how long and how late this post is. Like I said, the other admin who runs this site is trying to get into physical shape and hardly has time to help out. But he promises he’ll try to work on the Phansite more.

Well, Happy Late Thanksgiving and have a Happy Holidays.