Author's Note: Time for Thanksgiving Part 2! Who knows... depending on how resolved these get there might just be a part 3...

(sorry I forgot to post yesterday. I've got a reminder and everything but they're just so easy to ignore lololol)

Roy stepped uncomfortably into the Queen's house, his dad behind him. Roy Harper Sr. looked around at the mansion, his eyes wide and his hands loosely fisted in his pockets, radiating the same kind of nervous energy his son was feeling.

"Roy?" Thea called, coming around the corner and walking down the steps. "Hey!"

"Uh, hey, Thea." Roy shuffled his feet. "Uh, this is my dad, Roy Harper Sr."

"Hello, Mr. Harper." Thea said politely, offering a hand for him to shake. "I'm Thea Queen, Roy's girlfriend. It's nice to meet you."

"You too." Mr. Harper said in a deep, gruff voice. He gave Thea's hand a quick shake and then stuffed it back in his pocket. "My son's told me a lot about you."

Thea positively beamed, and Roy turned a bit pink.

Before the silence could become too awkward, Thea broke it. "Well, you guys can come on in. My mom should be home soon, Mr. Harper, but Rasia is just in the kitchen- right over there to the left. I'm sure she can get you set up with some coffee or alcohol or whatever you would prefer." She grabbed Roy's hand. "Come on! I'll show you around."

Roy Sr. watched his son get dragged off with a faint smile, then walked slowly into the kitchen, where Rasia met him in the doorway.

Thea pulled Roy upstairs. "The stuff down there is mostly rooms that Mom uses for all her meetings and stuff. Like, a living room and a kitchen and a bathroom and dining room. Upstairs is the real home, if you know what I mean."

Roy understood by the time they got up the stairs. The second floor of the Queen Mansion was completely different then the first, carpeted and comfortable, and lacking the too-open, too-clean, too-polished floor arrangement of the downstairs entry hall.

Thea passed Oliver's room, ("Ollie, Roy's here!" And the response: "Hello, Roy", though Oliver didn't come out of his room) then the upstairs bathroom, then her mothers room, and hers.

"Sorry, not allowed to have guys in my room," she apologized, not opening the door. "Stupid house rule."

"No problem." Roy said, stuffing his hands in his pockets. The top floor of this house was bigger then his entire home put together, and all of it was a bit overwhelming.

"Thanks. This, over here, is the upstairs living room. This is really the best room in the house." Thea pushed open a door at the end of the hall and led Roy into a spacious room with a worn, pale yellow carpet. The walls were light blue and the furniture was mismatched and old-looking.

Roy relaxed immediately.

"My mom doesn't really like bringing guests in here." Thea said with a frown, setting herself on the couch and gesturing for Roy to do the same. "She says that it's not a "proper arrangement" for them. But I like it up here."

"Feels a bit more normal." Roy said with a half smile.

"Yeah." Thea agreed.

"And a little less overwhelmingly clean."

Thea giggled. "You want messy? You should see my room." She paused. "I mean, you can't but-"

"I got it, Thea." Roy smirked. He looked around, his eye catching the piano in the corner. "You play?"

She followed his gaze. "A little. I used to more." She stood up and plunked on a few keys, then hoisted herself on the windowsill. "Hey, thanks again for coming. I would have had a seriously booooring Thanksgiving if you weren't here."

Roy smiled. "Thanks for inviting me." He shrugged. "I would have had a pretty lame Thanksgiving, too."

Thea bounced a little, grinning at him, then came to sit back down next to him. "So, um, here we are."

"Yeah...?" Roy asked uncertainly, unsure of where exactly this train of thought was going.

"And, um, we're alone." Thea continued, turning a little pink. "And you're my boyfriend. And... we're alone."

"You already said that." Roy mumbled, trying not to flinch as she moved a little closer.

"Yeah." Thea said softly. "You know, it's, uh, it's come to my attention that while we have gone on dates, we have yet to... uh... kiss yet."

"Yup."

"And since you're here... and since I'm here... and since we're alone..." She leaned foreword, lips just barely brushing Roy's and-

"Oliver! Thea! Roy! Dinner!" Rasia called from downstairs.

Thea jerked back so hard she fell off the couch.

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Dinner meant going downstairs, and Sara didn't particularly want to do that. She had managed just fine "unpacking" in her room for the past hour. There was no need for her to walk down the skinny flight of steps toward the dinning room, where her mom and dad (never a good mix) and her mother's boyfriend would all be sitting.

But Laurel was giving her the evil eye, so Sara sighed, collected herself, and walked sedately down the steps.

She kept her phone in her pocket just in case one of her friends texted or called. Maybe she could make some excuse about going to the bathroom and escape for awhile.

Laurel grabbed her elbow and dragged her to the dinning room. She gave everyone already sitting inside (in other words, everyone but herself and Sara) and bright smile. "Sorry about the delay. Sara was just finishing up getting settled."

"Mmhm." Sara said, pasting on a weird grin. To her pleasure Derek looked a tad uncomfortable.

"No problem at all, girls." Dinah said, gesturing to two chairs across from her and Derek. "Sit down, and we can start."

Laurel and Sara took their seats, and Sara leaned foreword. "Looks yummy." She said, sniffing.

Derek looked pleased. "Thanks. Hopefully it tastes even better."

Dinah rested her hand on her boyfriends arm and sent him an adoring smile. "Turns out that Derek here is quite the cook. Which is a good thing, because we all know that I am not."

Laurel laughed politely. Derek beamed back at her. Quintin coughed. "Ah, yes, I remember many nights trying to teach you how to make some simple dinners. Never quite worked out the way we planned, did it?"

There was an awkward silence. Sara raised her eyebrows at her father. Really? Now? And like that?

Quintin seemed to realize what he had said and coughed again. "Right then, shall we eat?"

"Yes, yes, of course." Dinah hurriedly reached for one of the dishes. "Let's eat."

The meal lost it's 'Happy Thanksgiving' spark after that- if it had ever had it. Laurel, having lost most of her appetite, picked at her food, while Sara buried herself in her plate and didn't speak for the whole meal. Dinah and Derek held up most of the conversation, talking about work and how nice it was living outside the city. Quintin responded in grunts and nods when it was strictly necessary, but mostly drained glass after glass of red wine.

As soon as dessert was over, Sara sprang out of her chair and cleared half of the plates with something akin to super speed.

"I'm, um, going for a walk." She invented, hurrying for the door and jamming her shoes on. "Gotta burn off all of those Thanksgiving Dinner calories!"

She was out of the house before her mother, sister, or father could response. She sprinted past at least 8 houses before forcing herself to slow down into a quick walk.

"Please let me get service out here." Sara muttered as she pulled out her phone. "Please please please- Yes!"

She froze where she was standing in the middle of the sidewalk, not wanting to loose her connection by moving anywhere else, and pressed the 4th contact in her favorite list.

Leonard Snart picked up on the third ring. "LEONARD." Sara cried. "I'm dying."

"That's nice." Leonard responded dryly. "Care to tell me why?"

Sara started walking again, unable to keep still. Hopefully, her connection would hold and the call wouldn't break in the middle of their conversation. "I'm at my mother's house, and I just had to sit through the most awkward dinner in the world. Like, worse then having a meal with Oliver and Felicity and bringing up Beauty in the Beast."

"That bad, huh?" Leonard asked, and she thought she heard him laughing.

"This isn't funny, Len." Sara groaned. "My mom and my dad are divorced- I told you that already. And my mom has this weird boyfriend named Derek and the way they interacted was so cringy- like Anakin and Padmé cringy. And then my dad said these things about his memories of trying to teach my mom to cook- right in front of the new boyfriend. Like, can it get worse?"

There was a silence for a moment. Then Leonard asked, "Did you have turkey?"

"What?" Sara wrinkled her nose. "Um. Yeah. We had turkey. What does that have to do with our train wreck dinner?"

"See, I didn't have turkey." Leonard said softly. "Or a dinner at all."

Sara stopped moving. She felt like this was one of the most delicate conversations that she had ever taken part of before, and she was afraid to even breath, lest it made Leonard stop talking.

"My dad sat in the living room with a pack of beers." Leonard continued. "I took his car and my sister and I bought hot dogs from a street vendor. That was it. No turkey. No mashed potatoes. No 'family meal'." He let out a short laugh, and Sara felt her heart lurch.

"I'm so-" She stopped herself from saying she was sorry, knowing he wouldn't appreciate it. "Len... I wish I was there. I'd rather be eating hot dogs from a street vendor with you and Lisa and Laurel then here. I'd rather be with you."

"No you don't." Leonard whispered. "Don't take your family for granted, Sara, no matter how dysfunctional they might be. At least you have one."

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After playing a couple of card games and finishing some last-minute vacation homework, Caitlin suggested a movie. Julian readily agreed, and after popcorn had been made and a movie picked, they settling on the couch.

They were about an hour into the movie, and completely done with the popcorn, when the front door opened.

Caitlin sat up from where she was slouched against Julian's chest, his arm around her shoulders. She and Julian exchanged nervous looks.

"Well, I was going to have to meet her eventually." Julian said, struggling to look on the bright side. "What better time to meet my girlfriend's mom on Thanksgiving? When I am... totally unprepared..." He trailed off, looking a little panicked.

"She'll love you." Caitlin assured him, pausing the movie and getting to her feet as Dr. Snow came into the room.

"Caitlin?" Dr. Snow asked in surprise, her eyes landing on Julian and staying there in a very uncomfortable way. "Who is this?"

"Uh, mom, this is Julian." Caitlin introduced nervously. "He's, um, my boyfriend. Julian, this is my mom, Dr. Snow."

"It's a pleasure to meet you." Julian said, his voice squeaking a little at the end of his sentence. He held his hand for Dr. Snow to take, and she took it primly.

"Yes, yes. Caitlin, what have I told you about having friends over without asking my permission first?"

"Sorry, mom, I tried to call but you didn't pick up..." Caitlin said, her voice trailing off. "We went out to lunch and I left a note but then we got back early and I figured we could just watch a movie or something. It's Thanksgiving and I didn't want to be alone."

Dr. Snow cleared her throat, her mouth pinching. She stared Julian down. "Do your parents know that you're here?"

"Uh... I left them a message, ma'am." Julian said awkwardly. "And a note, in case they didn't check their phones."

"You're parents were not at home, either?"

"No." Julian stuffed his hands into the pockets of his slacks. "They, uh, don't really do the holidays."

"Hmph." Dr. Snow nodded, but it was hard to tell if this satisfied her or disgusted her. It was really one or the other with Caitlin's mom, just as a whole.

Julian and Caitlin exchanged looks. Caitlin took a deep breath. "So... are we, uh, good?"

Dr. Snow pursed her lips, and glanced at her watch. "I have to go pick up the turkey." Was all she said, before turning around and striding out of the room.

"Well." Caitlin said finally, after a heavy silence had domination the room. "I'd say that went rather well."

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Cisco received a selfie of his two best friends halfway into his awkward family dinner with his mother, dad, Abuela, Abuelo, and brother. Dante was recounting boring stories about him and his perfect girlfriend's first date, and his mother and father were hanging on his every word. It wasn't very hard for Cisco to sneak out his phone.

Stop making me jealous :( He texted his bestie with a sad face emoji. I wanna be there.

Sorry, Cisco. Caitlin texted back. We wish you could be here, too.

A couple seconds later, she amended her statement. Well, I do. Julian wants to have "couple time"

LOL. Cisco texted back, grinning.

"What's so funny, Francisco?"

Cisco moved his head so fast he almost got whiplash, stuffing his phone into his pocket. "Um- um- um- the- the peas!"

Everyone at the table gave him blank looks. Cisco grinned. "Um, the peas rolling around my plate are making me, uh, smile. Because... they're... yeah."

Everyone went back to their meals surprisingly fast, leaving Cisco to wonder if strange comments like this were just so common nobody took much notice. Then that lead to him considering his life goals. Was he really just a weird, long haired hippy like he had been called in middle school?

"Francisco, what do you think?"

Cisco's head shot up once again. "Sorry, mom, what?"

"What do you think?"

"... About what?"

Mr. Ramon frowned. "Have you been paying attention to anything we've been saying?"

"Sorry, I zoned out." Cisco said hurriedly. "Can you repeat what you said?"

Dante smirked. "Yeah... zoned out, huh?"

Cisco glared at him. His Abuela leaned foreword gently, her wrinkled face just as patient with him as always. "We were just saying how, as we are getting older, taking care of our household gets steadily more difficult. Your mother suggested sending you boys down on the weekends to help out."

Cisco's stomach dropped. He loved his grandparents- probably more then his entire immediate family combined- but... "But the weekends are for spending time with friends and catching up on homework!" He protested. "I'd be fine helping out... but going down for the entire weekend just doesn't seem fair."

"Francisco, since when do you hang out with friends?" His mother asked, looking sternly at him. "We only asking you to give up a little bit of your time to help out your grandparents! Your brother is completely on board with it all."

Dante nodded primly, and Cisco sent him an even darker glare. He was starting to feel a panicked twist in his chest. He really didn't want to give up his weekends- the only real time he had for himself. He already didn't have very many friends, and what if he lost Caitlin and Julian because he could never do anything with them anymore? The worst part was, it seemed it was already decided.

"I- I- I have friends." Cisco protested weakly. "And I- homework-"

"You can do your homework at your grandparents." His father said.

"It would be lovely to have you and your brother for the weekends." Cisco's Abuela added with a smile.

Cisco's hands started to shake. "I- I'm sorry- I just don't think-" He swallowed and made eye contact with his mother. "Can I please be excused?"

"Francisco, what-?"

Cisco leapt out of his chair and ran for his room. He threw himself on his bed and buried his face in his pillow. Being gone every weekend for who knew how long was not how he wanted to spend the rest of his year in high school! Did his parents not understand how hard that was going to be? How he needed a break?

And Dante. Dante had a girlfriend, for goodness sakes! Did his brother really think that she was going to stand for him not being available basically ever?

Cisco punched his pillow, hard. His stupid brother's agreement to this horrible idea made Cisco seem like he was some sort of bad person who didn't want to help out his grandparents. He adored his grandparents- more then Dante; he was sure about that- but spending every weekend doing work for them just wasn't fair.

He yanked out his phone and called Caitlin.

"Cisco, what's up?" she asked, picking up on the second ring.

"My parents are making me go to my grandparents every weekend for who knows how long to help them out and I will never be able to do anything with you guys and my only excuse is homework because my parents don't think I have any friends but I do have friends, I've got you guys! and I don't want to lose you but if I can never hang out with you outside of study groups and classes we'll never get to see each other and we'll grow distant and then I'll be all alone because my brother is totally ok with this even though he has a girlfriend, so that doesn't even make sense-"

"Cisco! Slow down!" Caitlin yelled into the phone.

Cisco stopped speaking abruptly and sniffled. "Sorry."

"Ok. Take a deep breath. Do you need me to drive over?"

"Aren't you with Julian?"

"He just left." Caitlin reported. "I'm supposed to be helping my mom make dinner but I can tell her it's an emergency."

"No, no, it's fine. I probably wouldn't be able to sneak you in or get out of the house anyway."

"Alright, hang on."

A couple seconds later, Caitlin had hung up and his phone was giving off a repetitive buzz as Caitlin FaceTimed him. He shook his head, smiling a little, and pressed accept.

"Ok." Caitlin said, her blurry picture and buzzy voice strangely comforting. "Start from the beginning."

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Mon-El had an overwhelming amount of little cousins. There were 8 of them, aged 2 to 8, and they were all absolutely obsessed with him.

"Do pushups with me on your back, Mon-Mon!" Allegra, one half of the 4 year old twin set, pleaded. "You did it for Ariana and I wanna turn!"

Mon-El looked up, already breathing heavily from doing pushups with Allegra's twin, Ariana on his back. "I don't know, Allegra, I'm kind of tired-"

"Pleeeeease, Mon-Mon!" Allegra whined, trying to climb up on his back. Mon-El let out a sigh and lowered himself to the floor so that she could get safely on top. He sighed as his trembling arms began to work again. At least he was burning calories, because knowing his grandmother, he would be consuming a bit too many of them in a few hours.

The smell of turkey and apple pie was already wafting from the kitchen. Mon-El didn't know why, exactly, they were making the apple pie so early. They hadn't even had dinner yet; dessert wouldn't be until after they had eaten and digested. Or at least partially digested- otherwise dessert wouldn't be consumed until the next day.

After a few more pushups, Mon-El got to his feet with a groan. All of the little cousins around him moaned and whined and asked for their turns.

"Maybe later, guys." Mon-El insisted, backing up slowly. "I'm heading to the bathroom."

"Can I come, too?" Josh, his 5 year old cousin and only other male, asked.

Mon-El gave him a weird look and shook his head, before running off to the bathroom.

Once he had escaped, he called his girlfriend. "Hey, Kara. Happy Thanksgiving."

"Happy Thanksgiving!" Kara responded happily. "What are you up to today?"

"Wrangling 8 crazy little kids that are somehow family." Mon-El responded with a groan. "Why is that my parents were the only ones in the family smart enough to have a kid when they did? Why can't there be anyone over eight in my family on my mom's side?"

Kara giggled. "Because you're mom is the oldest of her siblings by over 6 years."

"How did you even remember that?" Mon-El asked incredulously. "I told you that, like, 3 months ago!"

"I dunno." Kara said. "I guess I just retained it."

There was a knock at the door. "Mon-Mon, who ya talking to?"

"Nobody, Lilly." Mon-El called back hurriedly. "I'll be right out!"

Over the phone, he heard Kara laughing.

"Shut up." He muttered, making a big show of flushing the toilet and turning on the sink. "Look, I gotta go keep playing with the eight hurricanes in my Grandma's living room. I'll text you later?"

"Sure thing." Kara agreed. "Good luck."

"Happy Thanksgiving, Kara."

"Happy Thanksgiving, Mon-El."

Author's Note: Happy Thanksgiving everyone.

Even though it's, um, not actually Thanksgiving.

Well. This is awkward.