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stephspurs · 3 years ago

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A Family Affair | Euro 2020 Football Fanfiction

Life is beautiful and life is cruel. This is a window into the souls of the victorious and the vanquished. In a way, football did come home during the summer of 2021. Follow along Amelia’s journey, navigating the football world as a tactical analyst for the Italian football team, with a brother and father part of the three lions. Will Amelia leave Italy and come back to England? Will she leave the Serie A for the Prem? Will she set aside the bianconeri stripes for new colours, leaving behind friendship for love? Maybe she can have both...

Wow - the response i received in a little under 24 hours since i posted the first taste of part 1 has truly bowled me over! I wasn't expecting that reaction & tbh i would have been happy if 2 people wanted to read this story hahaha! So, i've been writing in the background & the first few parts have already been proofed and are ready to go. HOWEVER! I am open to your suggestions so please please let me know what you think and how you want to see Amelia's story play out. As far as i'm concerned, this fic is as much yours as it is mine! So please enjoy this first part, in its entirety, and let me know your thoughts! Love always,

Steph xx

UPDATE as of 31/07: I've made some additional editing changes due to some feedback about the confusion between ben white (her brother) and ben chilwell (not her brother LOL). Nothing has been added to the story, just the addition of either surname has been added where i think it could be more straightforward - for future readers!

Part 1 | prima parte

warnings; none - maybe a bit of angst? (what sibling rivalry doesn't have a bit of angst)

word count; 1978 words

writing tools; third person until dashed line, first person thereafter.

next update; Sunday 25/07 5pm AEST. Updates will be twice weekly at this stage. Probably Wednesday’s and Sundays from next week!!

link to fic masterlist here

The world of football, no matter how big it may seem, is as tight as a close-knit family. Whether its management staff, senior players, scouts, academy players, business developers, medical team, groundskeeper - everyone knows someone who knows someone else involved in the sport. For Amelia White, it was a family affair.

Having grown up with her father as a senior tactical analyst for many different clubs throughout his career, and an older brother currently playing for Brighton in the Premier League, there was no opportunity for her to escape the fanaticism of the sport. It was what her household lived and breathed, football. Most would think that, with her brother being as successful as he is now, her childhood was shadowed by her brother's success but that's not the case. She capitalised on her ability to think both logically and creatively, and absorbed all of the information her father could give her as if she was a sponge, to establish a name of her own in the sport and advance her career in the sport. At the age of 21 she upped and left the comforts of her home in West London, accepted a position at Juventus within their graduate program & worked her way up the ranks to be their youngest tactical analyst by the age of 24.

So far in her career, the support of her mother, father & brother were unmatched by any. They were all so proud of her for making her own name, proving herself and succeeding in one of the most competitive football leagues in the world. She was smart, tactful, both meticulous and ruthless in her approach to her career and the success of her players. Because after all, they were her players. She worked day in and day out, studying them and their opponents, drafting performance plans and set pieces for every possible outcome of the play, so that they could perform at their best. They had her trust and faith, and she had theirs. This is probably what her family was most proud of, and wished her every success, until she was appointed as a tactical analyst for the Italian National Team for the upcoming Euro 2020 tournament. Which happened to be the same tournament that her brother had received his call up to the Three Lions. Which was the current level at which her father was a senior tactical analyst for the English National Team. The Euro 2020 Tournament was about to be a real family affair...

10 July 2021

It had been 2 months since she last had any contact with her family. 3 months ago, Amelia signed a contract with the Federcalcio, the governing body of football in Italy, to become the Azzurri’s tactical analyst for the foreseeable European Football Championship. In turn, her silky signature at the bottom of the agreement, also constituted a digital and physical contact ban with members of her family that were also involved with the tournament...her father and her brother.

At the time of the contract, and against her better judgement, Amelia hadn’t told her family of her opportunity. She knew her father would be proud, but her brother would be bitter. Her mother was switzerland, completely neutral and rooting for both of her children - but that's not how football works. No matter your role you have a job to do, and you do everything you can to make sure it is your team that lifts the trophy at the end of the tournament. So, on May 23rd her family congratulated her for another successful season at Juventus, and unbeknownst to them, said goodbye for the next 2 months. Until the day before the final match of the tournament, Italy v. England.

Her heart dropped when England won their semi final match against Denmark. She wanted nothing more than for her brother to be happy and for her father to succeed, but she didn’t want to have to go up against them in the final. Ultimately, she knew they were good, but she also knew that she could hold her own and compete with the best. Having a close relationship with her brother, up until this period, meant that she often paid attention to the premier league. This was a major benefit to her as she had already started analysing the azzurri’s opponents. It was her job to know what foot Raheem Sterling preferred to pass with, what direction Declan Rice preferred to take the ball up the field, what direction of receiving the ball did Harry Maguire struggle the most with. So that's how she spent the three days between matches, solidifying her knowledge of her opponents & predicting the plays her dad would be instructing the English team to complete, to attempt to outperform the Italians. However nothing would prepare her for the knock on her suite door, or for what was on the other side…

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“Ciao Amelia, vieni con me per favore. abbiamo organizzato una visita supervisionata con tuo fratello prima della finale di domani sera. sorpresa!” (hi amelia, come with me please. we have arranged a supervised visit with your brother prior to the final tomorrow night. surprise!). I stood there in shock staring at one of my players & closest friends, Federico Bernardeschi. I was a person who didn't enjoy spontaneity, who thrived off of preparation and organisation. I needed the opportunity to overthink every situation so that I could prepare for every possible outcome. This was not my idea of a good time. Of course I missed my brother, but I know just how volatile he can be. Nevertheless, I grabbed my jacket and shoved my sneakers on before following Fede down the hall and into a blacked out van that was waiting to take me to St. George’s Park for my family reunion.

Upon arriving, and after a stern pep talk from Fede (who was my appointed supervisor for the visit - not sure I would say he was the most responsible choice but he did talk some sense into me) I walked into the main entrance and saw my father leaning against the reception desk waiting for me.

“Papa!!” I called as I walked over to him, ready to smother him with my love and affection. My father, Dean White, and I had as good of a relationship as possible, being that he was always heavily involved with my brother Ben’s footballing career as well as his own. I think when I came along, my father didn't know how to be a girl dad, so he took my mothers advice and just involved me like he would Ben. I was glad that I would be seeing him first, and he would be taking me to see my no-doubt pissed off brother.

“Dad, this is Fede, one of my players”

“Ciao Dean, it’s very nice to meet you but i am also her bodyguard for this evening” Fede introduced himself to my father and they exchanged pleasantries. I had a look around the foyer of the facility until I heard my name brought up in conversation.

“Amelia, come on. The boys are just over here. I don’t think you have long before heading back to your camp” My dad called to me. Boys? As in...more than just my brother?

“Hahaha that's funny dad, just show me to his room and we can have our screaming match there. Should only be about 20 or so minutes”

“Ben’s not in his room, we have a recreation room for the players and staff to lounge about and relax in. Pretty sure he’ll be in there. Come on, you’ve never been scared of your brother before. Why start now?” Before I knew it, Dad was leading us through some doors and into a large common area with bean bags, pool tables and couches - all occupied by current first team members of the English National Football team.

“Dean mate, don’t normally see you down here after 7pm. Oh look at that, someone let the trash in.” A loud mouthed player, that I used to adore as if he was my own brother, calls out as he notices us enter the room. And just like that, I shake off my nerves, stand in front of my taller & more argumentative bodyguard, relax my shoulders and stare into the eyes of Kyle Walker - daring him to challenge me and push me further.

“Relax Kyle, Benjamin White - your sister is here to see you.” Dad cut Kyle off. I didn’t need him to defend me against Kyle’s harsh comments, I could defend myself.

“Wow, I thought hell would freeze over before I got the opportunity to speak to you. Of course, I didn't realise hell would look quite like seeing you in that shade of blue.” My brother, Ben, spoke bitterly at me as he approached me from the other side of the room. This, coupled with Walker’s exclamation earlier, got the attention of the majority of the players scattered about.

“Ben, if you let me explain in private I'm sure you will be able to understand why things had to be this way” I tried to reason with him. Letting go of my always-defensive guard and pleading with my big brother to open his mind to see my side of the story.

“As if I would even talk to you right now, the night before the final, you’re probably here to try and get some insider information. Boys make sure you don’t say anything to her, she’s as sly as they come” Ben’s words were as sharp as a knife - but I knew what I had to say would cut him deeper.

“Ok that's enough! You are ridiculous! What did you expect me to do? Not take the job because you’re my brother? This is my career we are talking about here” I challenged him. “If you think for one second i stopped supporting you then you must be even more stupid than i thought. Of course this isn't the ideal situation, I'm proud of you for reaching a final but I'm just as proud of myself for doing the same thing.” I got progressively closer to my brother, who stood there with his hands beside himself, unable to get a word in.

“I came tonight to wish you good luck, to tell you I loved you, to give you a hug and tell you to stay safe and play smart. Whilst I still wish all of this for you, I now want you to know that I want you to play your best so I can be better than you. I can show you exactly how good at my job I am. I want you to know that no matter what way you play the ball, I'll be right there waiting for you. I am prepared for this, I hope you are too - so that it will feel that much more sweet when we beat you” I sneered at my older brother, who at this point, is quite visibly feeling a mixture of shock and embarrassment.

I take a step back, let out a breath and shake the tension from my shoulders. Breaking eye contact with my brother, I look briefly - yet confidently - at the other players in the room and take a step back. I turned to my dad, who was looking at me solemnly, as though he wasn’t happy with my outburst but understood it came from a place of frustration with my sibling. Walking up, giving him a kiss on the cheek and wishing him luck, I turned to look at Fede and began to walk to the door. This interaction with my brother, although supposed to be a nice moment shared between siblings, has only gone and motivated me to be at my best tomorrow, to prepare my players to go to war and to come out the other side victorious.

Part 2 | seconda parte

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bakugohoex · 4 years ago

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part one: “you want to sleep on the floor”

pairing: katsuki bakugo x female reader

cw: university student y/n, implicit nsfw, fluff and language

word count: 3400+

a/n: this is dedicated to the one anon who was super sweet to me yesterday, all of your support means the world to me and i hope you guys enjoyed this

summary: in which you’re neighbours with pro hero katsuki bakugo, one night your roommate and her boyfriend get a bit too loud, with no where else to turn you end up in the apartment of bakugo’s, sleeping beside him you both realise the hidden feelings between one another

part two

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The bed squeaked and headboard banging against the wall, moans filled the apartment and the sound of ongoing thrusts erupted out of one single room. You hadn’t slept in hours, the sound from your roommates room vibrating against the whole apartment.

What was even worse, was not just having both your rooms side by side, meaning every time the man thrusted back and forth inside of her you could hear her bed hit the wall, no it wasn’t just that, it was the fact this had been going on for hours now.

You saw the digital clock indicate three am, how could one couple go at it for two hours straight, better yet who gets horny at one am and thinks lets having a fuck session whilst their roommate is next door.

Well your friend clearly did, it wasn’t like you wanted to interrupt them, they hadn’t seen each other in a while and deserved something. But at the expense of your sleep, it was a lot more than you had expected. You had prayed they would stop but the moans of his name continued, and it seemed like they would never stop anytime soon.

You swung your legs off your bed, yawning as the stars filled the sky, you would go to the balcony, probably try and fall asleep outside if it was summer, but it wasn’t. It was fucking winter and you could see the snow form on top of the window ledge. There was always the sofa, you put a hoodie on your body, covering the short shirt and bottoms you wore, dragging your duvet to the sofa.

Staring up at the ceiling, trying to gain some sleep, you hoped the noise of their maniac sex would calm down. But to your luck, the noise seemed to get even more louder, as if they had left the door open. You really did not need to hear the consistent grunting and moaning coming from your friend and her boyfriend. You knew tomorrow morning you wouldn’t be able to face them after the night they were having.

You were cynical, the last time you had sex being months ago. You were touch deprived and even worse the crush on your pro hero neighbour made it worse, when you’d go in the early mornings to the balcony or get your mail, you’d see the man.

He’s be sweaty from some sort of training, his black vest always clinged onto his body perfectly. He was like a renaissance art piece, he deserved to be in a museum. You tried to think about him, to get rid of the sound of your roommate, you had had an encounter with him in the morning. He had come back from an early morning run and you had gone to get the mail. Flicking through it Bakugo called your name to make sure the elevator didn’t go without him.

The pro hero was drenched in sweat and his long-sleeved running shirt clung to all his muscles, the shorts and leggings he wore underneath sticking to his thigh muscles. It was a sight for sore eyes, and you tried to not stare. “Hey Bakugo.”

You spoke politely, he looked down at you flicking through the mail, mainly magazines and other shit. “Y/n.” He spoke coldly, how could you had a crush on such a cold man.

“I saw on the news about the villains you captured, it was cool.” You tried to converse; he raised an eyebrow crossing his arms.

“It was more than cool, I did it single handily, stupid extras didn’t even help.” He smirked as if he was reminiscing in the past nights action.

You looked up at him, his jaw clenched. “Oh well you didn’t need their help in the first place, did you?” You teased a grin on your face.

He saw you step out of the elevator about to answer but instead keeping quiet, you wish you had stopped walking waiting for an answer but your boldness at teasing had made you too flustered to wait. He often was cold to both you and your roommate, mainly your roommate who found the pro hero an irritant. You often saw his friends come back and forth out of his apartment; you were shocked at how his friends were a foil of the man.

He was angry and frustrated and red riot who you assumed was his best friend frequently visited. Your roommate hated the boy due to her theory that he looked down on commoners, you were studying to go into (any career) and you had been working hard. Was she right? Were you really nothing more than commoners needing to be saved.

Your thoughts turned to your roommate and you got out of your daze of the pro hero, you really couldn’t sleep with the grunts. Your best option was to find somewhere else to sleep for the rest of the night, you were glad it was Sunday the next day so you could have a lie in.

You thought of who you could text to ask if you could spend the night, most of your friends being their own university students with their own problems. Your finger lingered over Bakugo’s number before you decided to just straight up ask him if you could sleep on his sofa.

Leaving your duvet in your room, you unlocked the door of your apartment, quickly slipping out. You finally had some peace without having to hear any more vigorous thrusts, did he want to split her in half or something. You rested your head against the door, before pacing outside Bakugo’s door, the number nine on the side. You hesitated knocking, maybe you should’ve texted before knocking at his door at half three in the morning.

It was only by accident and your nerves that you quickly knocked on the door. Maybe he wouldn’t even hear it, it was early morning, and he could be sleeping. About to leave the door, you were met by the man, he was shirtless, only wearing some grey joggers. You were almost about to admire his body, but as he raised his eyebrow a ‘what’ coming from his mouth you started to spew out your thoughts.

“…so yeah, my roommate and her boyfriend have been fucking for nearly three hours now, and I need my sleep so can I like sleep on your sofa or floor” He raised an eyebrow, his arm was leaning against the top of the door, his height making it easy for him to reach. “It’s fine, if you’ve got no room, I can just go back and h…”

“Shut up and get inside.” You were shocked but quickly obliged, walking into his apartment.

It was not what you had expected, the same layout even with two bedrooms. “My spare room has my hero stuff in it, you want to sleep on the floor”

He was grinning at the idea of you sleeping on the floor, “I can sleep anywhere just not in a sex ridden apartment.”

“My bedrooms free.” He spoke, your face reddening.

“Umm…aren’t you s…sleeping there?” You asked not meeting his gaze.

He crossed his arms, his blond hair less spiky from sleeping. “We’re adults Y/n, we can sleep in the same bed.”

You nodded, not speaking out of fear you’d say something wrong. He walked towards the room as you followed in suit, “stay on your side and we should be fine.”

You nodded again, he went on his side, lying down bare in front of you. It was a sight, his room was boiling, you took your hoodie off he looked at you, trying to not see how your shirt rid to show your exposed stomach. He looked away just as your head popped out of the hoodie. You laid on your side, Bakugo’s broad shoulders made your own touch his as he was partially on your side.

“You have a nice apartment.” You complimented knowing the two of you were still awake facing the ceiling.

He huffed, side eyeing you, he watched as your brought the covers around your shoulders. “It’s exactly like yours, minus the horny roommate.”

You laughed at the comment, turning to face his body. You didn’t care if you both weren’t classed as friends, you were going to try and somehow become friends of sorts. “Who wouldn’t love a horny roommate?”

“Me, I need my space and defiantly cant handle being around sex noises, you should’ve shot them with your quirk or something.”

You hadn’t even told him what your quirk was, it was simple and useless in most situations. “I don’t think its possible for me to do that with my quirk.”

He raised an eyebrow still facing the ceiling, his arm had moved behind his back , you could see his arm muscles all on show, “oh yeah what is it then?”

“Guess.” You teased, stretching the word out. Bakugo finally faced you, he saw how your hair framed your face, your eyes looked tired, but you seemed more awake than you had when you had knocked on his door.

“Just tell me, shitty woman.” You pouted at the man.

“You’re no fun, I can create sparks from my fingertips, I know it’s lame, it’s why I’m at university.” Bakugo looked at you, you expected laughing to come from him, you had heard him call most people extras and those without quirks had been mocked by many people. You expected the same at your lame quirk.

“Can you show me?” He wasn’t acting the same, you ignored his calmness, putting your hand from under the cover. You rubbed your fingers together, a spark coming from each finger, it was like a firework sparkler and was painful to touch. But the application of it was never pro hero material.

His hand moved closer to it, “I would…” He did anyway, his finger touching the top, he quickly moved it away after feeling it for less than a second.

“Oww, Y/n what the fuck? It stings.” You laugh, making the sparks go away, grabbing his hand your breath cool air on it. He hadn’t expected this action, feeling your breath on his fingertips, made his ears go red.

“It’s okay now.” He pulled away, not looking at you.

You didn’t say anything, nobody said anything, you could hear the clock tick away, the minutes going past. Maybe Bakugo had gone to sleep, but as you turned back, he had been fixated on the ceiling. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?” He spoke with frustration on his tongue.

“Oh, I don’t know you seemed out of it.” You spoke turning away from him, you could feel his legs move closer to your own, you didn’t dare think of the actions you wanted him to do to you. Inside trying to think of other stuff.

Bakugo instead broke the silence, “your quirk is decent.” It was some sort of compliment and you would take it.

“Really?”

“Don’t make me repeat myself.” You laugh at the boy, his own mouth twitched upwards. “At UA, there was a kid who made purple balls from his head, so you’re already one hundred times better than him.”

You supress a laugh at someone having a more useless quirk than you, “was he at least hero type.”

“He was just some extra, but he was below four foot and a pussy.” You couldn’t suppress it any longer, a laugh wavering through the room. “And a perv, he loved looking up girls skirts.”

“For some extra, you did pay attention to him.”

“When you have friends that I have, you hear too much unnecessary information.” You smile turning to face him again.

You thought of the heroes who he worked with, who came intro his apartment, they seemed like nice people to be friends with. “So what you don’t pay attention to your friends?”

“I pay attention to important people.” He turned back to face you, both of you under the covers but Bakugo’s hand had moved on top of the duvet, right on top of your body. You didn’t question the action instead questioning him.

“And who’s important to the great Katsuki Bakugo.” You gave a gleeful look waiting for a response.

He thought it out, before finding the confidence to speak, “you.”

You were dumbfounded, your eyes widening waiting for more context, “me?”

“You study (subject area), you and your roommate go to yoga every Friday night, you babysit who I assume is your nephew once a month, you like drinking coffee on the balcony and you always seem to have cooking magazines in your hand.” You were shocked at how much he had remembered and seen from you.

“You noticed.” You were calm on the outside but freaking the fuck out at how much he acknowledged about you, you had spoke about your studies, and what you normally did when you passed by him, but you never expected him to remember.

“How could I forgot your interests.” You smiled looking down before he spoke again, “oh yeah, and you have a massive crush on me.”

Your cheeks reddened, were you that obvious, “w…what?”

“Y/n, I know when girls have crushes on me, I’m surprised in the months I’ve know you; you have brought back one guy and he was the polar opposite of me.” You remembered the guy you had brought back to have sex with, he was the opposite of Bakugo, from his appearance to personality. “Was he able to fuck you good at least?”

A cocky smirk was placed on the blond’s face, his red eyes were filled with a knowing look, you shook your head feeling his hand press harder on the covers, feeling how his hand rubbed back and forth on your leg from on top. “That’s what I thought, I bet you didn’t even cum.”

“I didn’t.” You blurted out.

“You’re lucky you’re better than the other extra’s, you actually have a chance of getting with me.” You looked at him, his other hand moving towards your face.

“Just getting with you?” You hesitantly spoke, your hand meeting his to stop him.

He realised how he had phrased it and quickly rephrased it, “not just to fuck Y/n, I’m not a man whore who does one-night stands.”

“So you’d want to go on a d…date?” You question, pulling his hand towards your cheek.

“Your words not mine.” He spoke defensively, you smirked wanting to close the gap but being scared to make the first move.

He noticed your eyes move down towards his mouth before he closed the gap. The fast pace of the kiss made you more turned on for him, his hands on your cheeks bringing your closer to his face. You had never been kissed like this before, never felt this thrill inside of you and you craved more. His hand moved to your thighs, making you move on top of him, before you sat on top of his exposed chest, your lips still attached to him.

His hands on your sides bringing you closer under the covers as your hands went to his face, making the kiss’ pace fasten. You moaned his name, an instant turn on at the sound of hearing his first name, he had often seen you reading outside on the balcony, he admired how peaceful you got.

But every day when he saw how calm you looked, he fell more and more in love with his neighbour. He watched how you went through the motions every time you read a new book, it was like you were in your own fantasy and he loved it.

His grip on your sides moved to your ass, he squeezed it, making you moan again, this time allowing his tongue access inside your mouth. You loved the feeling, loved his tongue with your own, he loved how you sat on his perfectly, the way one of your hands had moved to his bare chest, glossing over each muscle. As you both parted, he bit at your bottom lip, tugging to make one last moan come from your mouth.

The sound making his ears tingle in enjoyment before he flipped you over. He craved you but was always going to ask before he moved onto other things. “I don’t want to do anything you don’t want to do.” He spoke his mouth on your stomach moving upwards, he was a predator and you his prey and he wanted to devour you.

“I want to wait.” You spoke breathlessly.

He nodded, “I can still kiss you right?” He stopped kissing right underneath your bra, his hand having lifted your shirt up.

“Yes Bakugo.” You smiled feeling his mouth latch upwards, past your bra and onto your neck. Sucking the spot, his hand on your side as he continued to nibble and bite on your collar.

“It’s Katsuki, baby girl.” The single word sent your insides into to turmoil. A purple bruise formed on your neck, before he captured your lips his own. Your legs wrapped around his back, as you brought your arms round his neck, wanting to limit the gap between the two of you.

“Baby…” You trailed off speaking through the kiss, it was too much excitement as his kiss left you a sloppy mess, you felt like putty in his hands. He let go letting you breath, before lying on his back.

“Come ‘ere.” He grabbed your waist, bringing you closer to his body. “We can finish this after our date tomorrow.”

“Is that a promise.” You smiled boldly, his face going into the crook of your now bare back, his arms around your exposed stomach and lips kissing your shoulder.

He went to your ear, licking the back of your ear before nibbling at the earlobe, “I’ll show you what you’ve been missing out on, and we’ll make your roommate hear it all.”

You smiled in agreement; his arms wrapped around your body. You had not expected this to happen, you had thought you were doomed to be alone, but in the angry boys defence, you never even thought he acknowledged you. But as you laid hearing his soft snores in your ear, you gleamed at how you had got something you had been craving for months now.

bonus scene

You woke up the sound of Bakugo in his kitchen, finding his discarded shirt, you wore it, it was a lot bigger than you, but you hoped Bakugo liked it. You walked into the kitchen, a plate of pancakes on the table. “I mad…” He turned around seeing your cute little face in his shirt. “You really want me to bend you over right now.”

You giggled walking up to him, he grabbed your waist planting a soft kiss on you mouth. It was a lot calmer than last nights, but still had the same love in it. You heard his front door open, but Bakugo’s grasp on your was still tight, you squealed not wanting to be seen, instead Bakugo flipped you around, his body pressed onto your back and his chin resting on your shoulder.

“Oi Bakugo, did you forget we were meeting at the…” He trailed off seeing both of you. “Isn’t that your attractive neighbour.”

Your face reddened, “I said you could use my spare key in emergencies.” The door was still wide open, and you knew Bakugo’s shouting would raise some attention.

“I thought you died.” Kirishima spoke. “I’m Eijiro Kirishima, you’re the neighbour, we’ve all had to hear so much about.”

You smiled at the fact Bakugo spoke about you, it melted your heart. “I’m Y/n Y/l/n.” You smiled, Bakugo’s grip loosening as you went to shake Kirishima’s hand.

“Nice to meet you.” He smiled out.

“What the fuck is all the noise.” You saw the door of your apartment open, you looked at your roommate who looked tired and her hair dishevelled. “Y/n what the fuck are you doing in there?” she looked between Bakugo and you, the way his arm was placed around your waist.

“You didn’t, even after everything I said.” She spoke a loud. “Tell me everything.”

She grabbed your hand, dragging you out. “I’ll see you tonight.” You shouted at Bakugo who watched you walk away.

“Ooo pancakes.” You heard Kirishima gleam out, Bakugo watched you get dragged away. A smile at the fact he had finally gotten what he wanted.

proceed to part two here

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fandom-puff · 4 years ago

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Mistake

Pairing: Alfie Solomons x ShelbySister!Reader

Requested by: anon

Summary: Alfie knew he made a mistake when he pushed you away, and when you show up in the middle of a meeting with Tommy, it all comes flooding back to him

AN: sorry writing has been few and far between this past week. I’m honestly not feeling much inspiration to write the requests in my inbox (don’t worry- if I’m not writing yours I’ll say- plz don’t bombard me asking if I’m doing this that abd the other!). Also, tomorrow, I’m gonna make a start on the kinktober stuff, so I can get it all queued up for the relevant days. Anyways, enjoy.

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Warnings: swearing

He remembered it, plain as day.

The way your smile faded into a deep frown; the way your bright eyes dulled, before filling up with tears; the movement of your lips, despite no words coming out; the cream cake you had left on his desk as you fled the bakery before the tears could fall.

He couldn’t bring himself to eat the pretty cake, slightly squashed from being in your bag, the icing a little lopsided...

He let ollie have it when he told him to cancel they table at the restaurant he was meant to be taking you to that very night. “Shame, that, Boss. She seemed to really like you,” ollie said, leaving the room before he could get a clip round the ear.

“Yeah... yeah it is,” Alfie had mumbled into nothingness, staring at the door rattling in its frame. He brooded for weeks, hardly seeing anyone, snapping at those he did. But it was more than his life’s worth to even think about seeing the Shelby girl as much as he had been. If word of your illicit relationship reached Birmingham, all deals with the brothers would be off- as well as, most likely, his head.

Or cock, he thought shrewdly, sighing as a telegram from Birmingham came through. It had been three months since he last saw hide nor hair of a Shelby, and he could only imagine what Tommy wanted with him now.

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Life in small heath was, admittedly, not as glamorous as it was in London, and no where near as exciting as the bakery in Camden Town. Still, it was your home, and you adored every inch of it. On your first night back- the train had been delayed- you went to your aunt Pol’s not wanting to deal with Tommy’s bombardment of questions at that hour. Once Polly had lowered the gun she held to your forehead as you came into the house unannounced, she pulled you into a tight hug and fixed you some whiskey, sensing that tea probably wasn’t strong enough.

“I’ll talk to tommy,” she said gently. “Tell him the deals off. He shouldn’t have sent you in the first place, not to London. Not on your own,” she said, before tucking you up in bed. You were glad no one had told her that her niece had been to barter with Solomons all those months ago (she would never have allowed it in the first place). Even if she sensed your heart shattering into a million pieces, she was none the wiser to who caused your heartache. You were fine with that.

***

That was until three months since your return- and not a word said to tommy about the issue with Solomons- you barged into Tommy’s office.

“Cakes and pies for you, boys! Can go running a business on empty bellies- shit. Sorry Tom. No one told me you had a meeting. Wasn’t in the diary,” you said bashfully as John grinned at you.

“Not to worry, YN. Mr Solomons dropped by,” tommy said cooly as John took the cakes off you and put them on the counter with the whiskey. “Polly seems to think that all business deals with Mr Solomons here have been rejected. Deal’s off, she told me,” you gulped under the gaze of your older brothers, biting you lip slightly as Alfie turned slowly to you, the wide brim of his hat casting shadows over your face.

“Why don’t you come and sit down, Miss YN?” He said. You squeezed your eyes shut before opening them. It had been so long since you’d heard him speak.

“Don’t you bloody tell our sister what to do,” Arthur growled from the side of Tommy’s desk.

“Shut up Arthur,” you and tommy said at the same time as Tom directed you to sit down next to Alfie anc across from him. “Now, YN, I sent you to London last year for a very simple purpose. To get Mr Solomons on our side. Now, you come back to small heath eight months later, telling me that there’s no deal. That mr Solomons got cold feet. Now that, YN, is bullshit. Because we all know what a negotiatior you are. Lord knows, it’s a wonder we got anything done while you were little, forever insisting we teach you things you had no need to know,”

You looked to your knees, before looking back up at tommy, decided to fix him with a matching icy stare. You would not be lectured by your brother, not now that you were a woman yourself.

“And then, three months after her return,” he continued. “It comes to light, Solomons, that there was a deal. But you sent my sister away with no real explanation,” he turned to Alfie. “And I’d like to... put that to rights, if you will. Your lot need us, Alfie, as much as we need you. Now. Explain. Why’s my sister sent away despite her very reasonable deal, Hm?”

It was quiet for a moment, and you hoped to any god who was listening that Alfie would bluff his way out with one of his meandering speeches.

“Right, well, you see right,” a promising start... “you send your little sister, who’s a proper little woman, right, down into my bakery, with her pretty eyes and her flirty laughing, yeah? You send your little sister down to Camden Town to seduce me,”

Shut the fuck up, Alfie, you thought.

“And yeah, I admit it worked for a bit, yeah, took her out a few times an’ all,” Tommy’s eyes hardened, and Arthur and John had murderous expressions on their faces. “We was getting along alright, wasn’t we, YN, love?” You nodded, your jaw tense. You would certainly be in trouble with your brothers after this. “But then I sent her away. Told her ‘nah, YN, pet, we can’t keep this up, right? Too fuckin’ dangerous for you down here, yeah. And what would your brothers think, eh? What if you end up pregnant or summin’” I said to her, right, and sent her back up to this shithole to keep her out of trouble,” he leaned back in his chair, as if his explanation had solved everything.

It most certainly had not.

If looks could kill, Alfie Solomons would definitely be six feet under, under the harsh glare of the Shelby brothers. You snapped.

“For fucks sake!” You cried. “So I’m seeing Alfie fucking Solomons! So what?” You demanded. “What’re your going to do about it, eh? Cut him a new smile and have half of London after us, eh? You said it yourself, Tommy, we need Solomons as much as his lot need the Shelby’s!”

Your chest rose and fell with fury, and Alfie couldn’t help the gaze of adoration that he bestowed upon you.

“YN,” Arthur said, his measured voice forced, as if he was trying very hard not to shout. “If this man... this-this bastard has hurt you or threatened you-”

“Oh shut up, Arthur. Not every man is a threat to me,”

“But YN, you’re-”

“I’m what, John, eh? Delicate? Stupid? Too young? Fuck off. How many times have aunt Pol, Ada and I fixed your messes, eh? I think I know what I’m doing!”

You rounded on tommy, who was suspiciously quiet. “Alfie Solomons is a very dangerous man, YN,” he said steadily.

“Oi, Tommy, mate, I am right here. I let Arthur slide, yeah, Cos he’s off his rocker,”

“Shut it, Alfie,” you hissed, and he held his hands up in surrender. “Tom. I’ve grown up around dangerous men. All my life, I’ve had dangerous men around me. Dangerous men walked me to school. Dangerous men helped with my homework. Dangerous men took me for my first proper drink. Dangerous men have and always will be my family,” you spoke with such passion, your eyebrows firmly knitted together as you spoke, jaw set the way it always did when you refused to back down. “I am not a child anymore, boys. I can’t be tucked away nice and quiet in Small Heath all my life. Just be glad that you’re aware of this now and not when I’m four months pregnant with a baby I’ve no intention of getting rid of!” You swiped angrily at the tears that had trickled down your cheeks as you glared tommy down.

Sighing, he stubbed out his cigarette and stood up, straightening his jacket. “That’s that then,” he said, beckoning an unwilling Arthur and John to follow him (both murmuring angrily and confused).

“Oh and Solomons? I expect to see a ring on my sister’s finger by Sunday,” he said, before slamming the door shut.

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Josuke x Reader :: Promposal :: Ch. 3

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summary: A strange new transfer student has enrolled in Budogaoka High School. Josuke falls head over heels for her, but has a limited time to win her over before the school prom.

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Josuke didn’t even bother going after you after you had dashed into the classroom. Okuyasu had mentioned something about it being ‘his chance to bag you’, but he didn’t care. The only emotions he could process right now were embarrassment and a slight bit of sorrow. For both you and him.

Based on how you reacted, he could tell you were utterly uninterested or promptly humiliated by being seen with the letters. Either way, it was practically over, he thought. There’s no way you would go through all of those letters. The probability of them being trashed by the end of the day was high.

Jojo couldn’t help but to feel at least a twinge of disappointment. This was the first girl he had been interested in since..well since he entered high school. He tried to think of a positive, that being able to at least see you every day. Yet that became more and more creepy sounding the more he replayed it in his head

First period started without him even noticing. Now his mind was fixated on remembering what he actually wrote in the letter.

Something about... beautiful, piercing (e/c) eyes...how he wants a chance to get you to smile for once... pretty (h/c) hair (which was especially a compliment from him given his standards), and he couldn't forget adding that he liked how you were 'badass" for wearing heels multiple times. That was perhaps the only thing in the letter that wasn't cliche.

He definitely remembered at the end of the letter where he asked you to meet up with him on the rooftop after school if you were interested.

Contemplating if it was even worth it to go there anymore, he reckoned to pay attention in class for the moment, only a little.

His mechanical pencil clicked against the desk, the annoyance was still there in the back of his mind.

.::.

You had only skimmed over most of the letters. Some weren't even love letters, they were just presumably shy students complimenting you on your work in recent classes. One even offered to be a study buddy. Letting out a sigh, it would at least be fair to appreciate the penwork and thoughtfulness put in these letters. It had been an hour already, and you had gone through the majority of them.

Picking up another, you took it out of the envelope. It had a rather nice smell to it, as if a hint of cologne was spritzed onto it before it was sealed in. Nice touch, you had to admit.

Opening it, you started to read. This letter was more than two sentences like some, but still less than some others. The writing came off as surprisingly honest, almost even bringing a smile to your face for a brief moment. As you needed the end, you couldn't help but wonder who wrote it. Your (e/c) eyes were led to the bottom of the letter where their name was written.

...Josuke Higashikata?

Your mind went back to when you declined his offer to walk you home. Perhaps you had come off as a little too harsh, but you would've preferred to walk home yourself that day. Truth be told, your shyness had got the better of you in that moment. You weren't here to make friends, you were here for a learning experience.

Though your mom had told you to at least try and make some friends. The idea didn't appeal to you in the slightest, but you guessed this was an opportunity to do so, if any. He even bothered to put a place and time to meet him if you wanted. After school on the rooftop..

Carefully placing the letter in your binder (unlike the others, that you had shoved in your backpack) you silently agreed to it. Hopefully you wouldn't get cold feet like last time when talking to him. Considering his status in school, that'd be a little more than just 'embarrassing'.

.::.

It took a bit of convincing for Okuyasu and Koichi to let Josuke wait on the rooftop all by himself.

"We can wait behind the stairs!" Nope.

"We can hide beside the door!" Not a chance.

If there was any possibility of you coming up there, seeing his friends peeping in is on the list of last things he'd want to happen.

Hands in his pockets, he stared out into the distance. The top of the school really did give an ethereal view. Morioh's vivid yellow sky blending into a purple hue as the afternoon comes to an end. Students traveling in small groups on their way home. The trees blowing along with the gentle breeze, it was all such a sight to take in. He wondered if you chose Morioh to study on purpose. If you didn't like the school, he hoped you could at least enjoy the atmosphere.

Pulling back his sleeve, he caught a glance of his watch. It had been five minutes since he got here.

He let out a quick sigh, he hadn't given up all hope yet but if you were gonna come you could've at least showed up on time. Taking his favorite red comb out of his pocket, he straightened his pompadour.

A sudden creak and slam from the door behind him nearly made him trip out of shock and the comb would've fallen into the abyss that was the school's courtyard if he wasn't careful. A scowl on his face, he turned expecting Koichi and Okuyasu that had gone against his wishes and peeped in.

But it wasn't them. It was you. Nearly out of breath, looking like you'd topple over if you ran any further.

Muttering an 'oh shit' he quickly put his comb away and corrected his posture. What was that uncomfortable feeling on his features? Sweat maybe? The teenager rushed over to where you were.

"H-hey, are you alright?" He asked.

"I…am so sorry." You breathed out. "I didn't forget, I swear. I had to clean the classroom today and came up here hoping you hadn't left yet."

The way you looked into his eyes sent him over the moon on it's own. He hadn't got such a good look at your eyes before, but now he was sure they were beautiful. The two of you stood still for a moment, before he awkwardly cleared his throat. If the stare went on for any longer it would've killed him.

"S-so, uh..you got my letter?"

"Yes." Was all you answered. You had never been confessed to a day in your life, and you had no idea how to even approach a situation like this. Hell, it's not like anyone back home was interested in you.

"That's great!" He smiled. Something was charming about the way he pronounced that word. A smile etched its way into your face as well.

"Hey, I think that's the first time I've seen you smile!"

You felt your skin flush at that comment. It was something you heard often, but this time evoked a different feeling knowing it came from someone who potentially liked you. It was also something you didn't know how to react to. Were you supposed to say 'thanks"? Instead you only nodded.

"Wow, you're a lot more...shy than how I first pegged you as." Josuke acknowledged. You were a far cry from the 'cool girl' everyone knew you as from the first day of school. It was frankly sort of embarrassing. What if he didn't like you anymore? Why'd you even care if he did?

"Sorry." Was all you could think to say. Josuke's eyes widened, putting his hands up to reassure you that he meant no harm.

"What? There's nothing wrong with that! I'm actually kinda glad. You wouldn't believe how many asshole snooty chicks think they'd have a shot at dating me. Let alone trying to be friends."

"You thought I was an asshole?"

"N-no! You know what I mean! I mean not that I thought you were because of the other day but-" He stopped before he made it worse.

He took a breath. At least you weren't the only one nervous.

"Listen, I was just thinking we could..hang out sometime..as friends."

"...friends?"

"Yeah! Oh, and I could use some tutoring with my math homework." He came up with that one on the spot, but it wasn't untrue. The boy felt it was less likely you'd agree to that particular offer, but it was worth a shot.

The silence thickened between the two of you for a moment. It wasn't as tense as the first time, he could tell you were just thinking it over. His fingers were crossed behind his back just in case.

"Sure. I'm free tomorrow afternoon and Sunday." You simply responded.

"YES!" He chanted.

Out loud.

'..shit.' he thought.

"I mean---uh…" He snickered, breaking out into chuckles. Jojo really couldn't think of anything to cover that up. A smile found its way into your face as well as he laughed, shaking your head.

"Thank you so much for considering me! (L/n)-san!

"You can call me (y/n)-chan. I don’t mind."

Calling you by your first name. Something to brag about to the boys afterward.

"Well, I'll see you tomorrow!" He swung his bag over his shoulder and began to walk past you.

"Wait, Josuke!" You called after him before he opened the door. He stopped, not turning around.

"Did you mean everything you said in that letter? My eyes, hair, and everything?" It sounded kind of desperate, but you needed to know. You could see a smile at the corner of his face.

"Yeah, every word of it." Josuke left out the door to head home for the day.

You could sleep happy tonight feeling more confident about yourself. Wouldn't hurt to keep wearing heels to school either..

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“Carry all of your kisses in a suitcase”: Unpacking a Love Letter from the Attic

During the early 1930s, Mr. Ed McKnight and Miss Esther Campbell exchanged letters as he toured the area, recounting his experiences that ranged from everyday meals to Franklin D. Roosevelt’s election in 1932. Below is a transcription (small omissions noted) of a particularly long and multi-day written letter, providing a lot of interesting insight into the DC region with honesty, affection, and humor.

(From the McKnight letter files)

Ed McKnight to Miss Esther Campbell

Saturday, 04/04/1931

Dearest Esther,

Another rainy Saturday, these rainy Saturdays give me the blues. I hate them. I hope it is nice tomorrow – if it rains I presume we won’t go. I didn’t do much this afternoon just rinsed out a couple prs. of socks and handkerchiefs then took a stroll uptown. (I’m getting to be quite a washerwoman).

It will cost me around 60 dollars to get in the union – it seems there is allways something or someone to take your money. Isn’t there?...I’d sure like to have had some of that garlic candy that you had eaten. You old mean thing – why didn’t you save me a piece. The old printer whom I’m going riding with tomorrow was married but his wife had died in 1919. Maybe the old maid at your office is jealous of you. That’s what you get for being in love with (nobody). (I’m reading your letter and answering it while I’m reading it…(small excerpt omitted here)

I don’t know if I will have time to write you tomorrow as we plan on leaving around 6:00 A.M. I want to get a hair cut, suit pressed and shoes shined tonite if possible. Boy, you won’t know me, kid. What are the boys doing while their loafing. Well, Hon, I won’t say I miss you for that would be telling a lie…(small excerpt omitted here)

Listen Hon: - let me know what train you are taking and what time it arrives so I’ll be there waiting to kiss you. I hope it’s the B&O as it is 60 miles shorter or two hours less than the Pennsy. So long Hon I’ll finish this when I get back from Hagerstown If I go – If not I’ll write all day tomorrow again.

It is 10:00 Saturday nite and I am all cleaned, shined and neat as a pin. I am having my weekly banquet in my room of a pint of milk and a dime’s worth of fig newtons. I wish you was here to eat with me. Well, good night ‘till tomorrow.

5:45 AM Sunday – I am getting ready to go – I layed in bed a half hour awake thinking dearly of you – Darling, I sure need you – I could love, kiss you for eternity. I have only a week now, and then we can share our love. I never aknew Esther that I could ever feel so terrible for a girl and sometime its joy but most time its loneliness and the best and worse part is that you love me as much. I know it’s hell Hon But it’s a test and these three months has proven our love – I never thot I could find enough words to write everyday. I find to many most time. So sweetheart carry all of your kisses in a suitcase for your going back with it empty as I will want you to kiss me and hug me all day. I bet you’ll get tired kissing me. Won’t you? I never of you.

I’m glad you didn’t come today as they expect 200,000 tourists today to see cherry blossoms and they are not out yet expect the next Sunday. So it will be nice – I will take you over to see them.

11:30 A.M Sunday – Well, we didn’t – the darn fellow thot it looked too much like rain. Doggone, it makes me mad as I went all that trouble getting ready and getting myself up. Here after I won’t plan any trips with him as then, I will not be disappointed. Wait until we’ll hooked – we’ll take trips every week out – won’t we honey, or maybe, you’d sooner stay in and gill my pipe, huh!

Gee, the town’s crowded with visitors and most are disappointed on account of the cherry blossoms not out yet. Next week I think they’ll be out. I went to nine mass. I don’t know what I’ll do all day – I may take a ride over to Virginia. I am so joyous to know that you are coming all the way down to see me. Honestly, Es. I can’t hardly wait. You know its’ been surely a long time since I’ve seen you. It will be six weeks next Sunday. I never thot that I’d be away from you that long. I don’t think it is good for our health to be so long away. Do you Hon? It certainly tiz a strain on our hearts – It might be for the best but boy, I could not have been worse as it was very torturous to me. I never cried tho like you, as I’m not sentimental; worse still, I grieved and that is harder as crying helps you to forget during the outburst but grieving doesn’t. So honey, when I write sometime with a spirit of humor and more often a spirit of grouchiness it is because I love you and have been generally that way, reason is because I need you. I bear in mind Honey, every letter of humor, love, compassion and indifference are because I love you and will always too. I have been true to you every way and that is very hard for me as I love you so much that it is sometime irresistible but I pray, and pray hard and it helps so much that it surprises me. So Honey, when you see me Sunday, just say to yourself, “You poor, boy, and you done it all for me.” I never believed I could be true for any girl and I absolutely, went thru hell to be chaste. I really learnt something these 3 months I hard discovered or possibly I have developed a strong conscience. I never believed in myself and never knew I could be self-sacrificing. It’s been the Lord’s grace thru Holy Communion. I know it has. Or maybe, it’s your prayers or must be somebody’s. I could go to lots of parties Hon. but I have turned them down for you. As most are drinking parties. I have been clean of disease all thru life no reason I can’t be now. I am doing it for you. It is hard too, as I crave for women and wild parties it would kill my [loneliness]. I think of you and it would be injustice to you and our love. You’d be surprise to see so many fellows at the office affected with social diseases. Gee, Hon. you can’t trust anyone now days. Fellows, whom I thot were so nice and had no trace of sensuality were filled with that loathesome disease and still having dates everynite ruining the poor girls. Gee, Honey, I thanked God and the Confessional that I had travelled when I was young and got acquainted with diseases by seeing young people poisoned for life; By contact with the unclean. Then again I thank God, I had not met you for you have been the paramount in keeping me in love and saving me from the wretchedness of decaying.

I know when I met you I was at the age of sophistication. I wanted life and pleasure never believing that God created a life that was part of my life and I knew it the first day I saw that little chunk of fatness, (then). Do you remember, how mean you were to me about a month later, wouldn’t give me a date and how stubborn I was too, I declared to myself that I’d never call you up and how I was to go to poor Mrs. [Thoma] to sympathize with me. God, Esther, those days and only a month after I met you that made me know that something had changed my whole life; someone, had found the key to my heart and had opened it and lost the key. I had felt worse then than now for at that time I was in a turmoil. I thot I lost you, I didn’t want you and I had to have you – to call up. Then to vouch I’d never call you but when the nites would come I had to call you. Did you really think that I’d be part of you someday. Those days I wouldn’t want to go thru again. Today It’s just loneliness not like then. Now, I know what love is and you have the key and I know it will never be lost. For if it’s lost or given away, I will never be the same.

Sweetness, I’ve been writing this two hours now, no, not yet it’s one o’clock – an hour an a half – soon time for dinner. The sun hasn’t shone today, just a blurry day. The radio’s playing “Dream Train.” I always liked that but most of all, “Just a Memory” Remember how we rise to sit for hours or rather how I use to hold you in my arms all thru the nite kissing you with the strain of that beautiful air. It was love that made us play and absorbed every note. If I should ever die or when I do I love them play it. Well, Honey I must slip my shoes on a get something to eat. I’m not hungry as I ate two breakfasts I ate at 6:15 at the restaurant and then 8:30 at Harrington’s.

Dear Honey, I am going up post office now and might as well mail this it is now 4:30 I fell asleep and thot if I mail this now you might receive it tomorrow.

Gee, honey I love you and please take good care of your self for if you get sick, I too well feel sick for you are part of me and the best part too. And pray that we will continually always be in love and at this moment I am dreamily thinking of the day we are made into one soul. Won’t we be happy in love just think Mrs. Esther McKnight I will help you with the dishes even wash your neck and do any thing for you if you promise that you will love and kiss me as much as I hope too. I hope this finds you had a joyous Easter and I wanted to send you flowers but I didn’t think they’d send what I’d picked here.

Lovingly yours, Ed

While there is a lot to unpack from this letter, besides for the referenced kisses, McKnight left excellent contextual clues about the D.C. region. His reference to the disappointed cherry blossom tourists and forecast for their bloom coincided with the D.C. newspaper Evening Star, 04/04/1931, when reporters noted Chief of the Horticultural section Park division, D.E. Saunder’s, blossom forecast. Police officers had a different perspective as “…as tourists are expected in force in the city and will go around the Tidal Basin to see for themselves the conditions of the blooms.”

McKnight mentioned eating at Harrington’s. Hotel Harrington opened on 03/01/1914 and expanded to become one of the largest hotels by 1918. It is possible he ate at Harriet’s, operating as a cafeteria since 1914. While he might have witnessed the constant innovations and renovations taking place at the hotel during the 1930s, he might not have enjoyed the Pink Elephant Cocktail Lounge celebrating the end of Prohibition in 1934. His labored discussion on the “social diseases”, referencing “drinking parties”, certainly reflected the complexity and realities of society during Prohibition.

There are many letters between the two love birds in our collection spanning the years, discussing everything from travel to work to politics. The McKnight family lived in Dumfries and in 1982 Mr. Edward and Mrs. Ethel McKnight donated our treasured carpet beater on display in The Weems-Botts Museum. According to descendant and wonderful supporter of the museum, Sharon McConkey, Edward’s first wife was Esther Campbell, who died before McKnight’s second marriage. Mrs. McConkey continues to share wonderful family history and memories of our Annex building.

While we do not find the garlic candy agreeable, we sincerely appreciate the opportunity to share a letter composed over many days, giving us a valuable and private peek into relationships in the early 1930s.

Note: While The Weems-Botts Museum is closed for the winter season, we have active virtual programs scheduled! From African American folklore to a collection of stories that will make us jump down the rabbit hole, we have a lot to offer in January & February, link here!

(Sources: HDVI Archive: McKnight letters; Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.), 04 April 1931. Chronicling America: Historic American Newspapers. Lib. of Congress. https://chroniclingamerica.loc.gov/lccn/sn83045462/1931-04-04/ed-1/seq-1/; Our History, Hotel Harrington: Washington’s Tourist Hotel, https://www.hotel-harrington.com/history)

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dogcircle-scans · 4 years ago

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Natsume Yuujinchou: “Cookies to the Forest’s Entrance” Summary (Chapter 105)

Our cuties are back with more adventures!

I was trying to get this out within a week of the chapter’s release, but life happened so it took a while. ;w; Anyways, this is our first chapter after the 4 month hiatus! Perhaps to serve as a breather after the super intense Homura arc, we have a relatively short chapter (only 24 pages compared to the usual 30-40 pages) about Natsume, Tanuma and Nyanko-sensei stumbling into an old house in the middle of the forest. In some ways, this chapter felt more like a special chapter rather than a main one (don’t expect any plot or character development for this one, especially not information on the grandpa), but surprisingly, it also helps wrap up some stuff in the Homura arc (firstly, DID NYANKO GET HIS COOKIES, secondly, our poor cinnamon roll pure boi needs a hug ;w;). It still gives me the usual NatsuYuu feels, so no complaints from me! Also (I’m sorry for plugging), but if you enjoy what we do, and don’t mind giving a couple of dollars,

please buy me a coffee or two. At the moment I’m using my Kofi funds to buy raws of the manga for our scan uses, but after losing my Tumblr account, I haven’t had any new donations, so my tank is running empty (especially after buying the raws for Volume 25). ;w; If you have some spare cash and would like to help support our scan work, please help donate. You have my eternal gratitude. TwT As always, special thanks to Jessica for proofreading this for me on a Sunday!

- Niji

Chapter 105: “Cookies to the Forest’s Entrance”

While walking home from school, Tanuma accidentally steps onto a cookie, hearing it crack under his foot. He spots another cookie in the distance, and begins finding more and more of them the further he looks.

Tanuma: (It leads into the forest.) // This is just like Hansel and Gretel. / I wonder who dropped these…

Tanuma: ! // Natsume? Natsume: Huh… // Tanuma!? / Why are you in a place like this? Tanuma: You too, Natsume, what are you doing here…

Tanuma asks if Natsume might have been the one to drop the cookies, but it turns out Natsume didn’t notice the cookies at all. After recognising the cookies, he runs off, following its trail. Tanuma runs after him as well. At the end of the trail, they find a little house.

Natsume: Ah. // In a place like this… / Is it a vacant house? Tanuma: Hey, Natsume… / Do you know what these cookies are? / You looked like you were looking for something.

Natsume: …It’s nothing big. / I guess you can say I was just curious… Tanuma: Curious? Natsume: ——These cookies are…

Natsume recounts what happened shortly after he and Nyanko-sensei returned from Homura. Touko and Shigeru were extremely glad that he was able to find Nyanko-sensei, and gave Nyanko-sensei the cookies that they had kept aside for him (if you remember at the start of the arc, Nyanko-sensei wanted some pretty cookies but ran off before Natsume went to buy them). Nyanko-sensei was super happy about them too. However, when Natsume returned home from school that day, Nyanko-sensei was nowhere to be found in his room. Thinking that Nyanko-sensei might have ran off to play as usual, and that he might be going beyond Yatsuhara…

Natsume: I couldn’t stop thinking about it, and I figured it would be interesting to try following Sensei at least once… Tanuma: … I see… Natsume: ...Don’t laugh. Tanuma: Haha, I’m sorry. / So, at the end of these cookies will be…

Yes, it is Nyanko-sensei.

Natsume: Found him! Tanuma: Fufu. / There’s a hole in his bag. / So that’s how the cookies fell out.

Tanuma: *sigh…* ……Natsume? Natsume: ——As I thought, I’m still a little worried about Sensei. Tanuma: Ah… / That’s right, at the White Mist Pottery* Village, he caught the eye of a strange Collector……

[*I’m gonna translate “Hakka Pottery” to “White Mist Pottery”, since I can pretty much confirm that ‘Hakka’ is not a family name lol. So, for localization sake, I am translating the whole term.]

Natsume: …There was someone who reassured me, saying, “I’ll take care of this incident, so you don’t have to worry.” // He isn’t someone who would say things without thinking, so I did think that things would be alright now. / But when I didn’t see Sensei around like this, I can’t help but feel anxious. // ...But I’m glad.

Natsume looks around.

Natsume: I guess he found this vacant house and has been idling around in it. / …Seriously, he even brought his favourite sake and sake bottle with him. Tanuma: Wow… // It doesn’t look like anyone is here, and it’s quite wide. Rather than a residence, this is more like… an arbor?

Tanuma: It’s old, / but it’s pretty. // It’s perfect as a hideaway / or as a secret base.

Natsume: A secret base… / Then we’ve done something bad, haven’t we? Since Sensei has been secretly having fun here… Nyanko: *open!* Hm hm. / Natsume and… the Tanuma brat. Natsume: Ah! Nyanko-sensei! // I’m sor- Nyanko: You came here with perfect timing. Help me out. Natsume: Huh!?

Nyanko-sensei explains that he discovered this place while chasing butterflies during his patrol. He figured that it would be the perfect place for him to take his afternoon naps, and was just in the midst of checking it out. The only issue is that the place is rather dusty, and Nyanko-sensei doesn’t have the spare time to clean the place up as he likes.

Nyanko: I’ve brought some dust cloths with me. / Just wet them in the river over there. Natsume: What— Nyanko: If we don’t at least clean this veranda, you two won’t be able to idle around either, right?

And just like that, the boys got to work.

Natsume: Geez~~~ *wipe wipe wipe wipe* // This house may be vacant, but it might have an owner, so don’t just do whatever you like, Sensei. Nyanko: Come on! / Put your backs into your wiping! Boys: Phew~~ // We’re finally doneee—

Completely exhausted, they plopped down onto the veranda, and had their rest. And as they closed their eyes—

Natsume: (What is this?) / (There’s some sort of sweet fragrance coming from somewhere.) // (Is it Sensei’s cookies?) / (No…) // (Maybe it’s flowers.) / (——It’s very) // (kind and sweet——)

Soon enough, Natsume notices that evening has already arrived, so they prepare to leave.

Nyanko: By the way, how did you two learn of this place? Natsume: How? Because your cookies had fallen out, Sensei. Nyanko: WHAT!? // *stunned* There’s a huge hole… Natsume: Shall we pick them up on our way home, Sensei?

Nyanko: …… / No, just leave them as they are. // We still have lots of maintenance to do. / Tomorrow, you two will follow this trail back to my afternoon napping spot. We will gather there.

[Did Nyanko just… sacrifice his cookies!? Omg!]

Natsume: “Maintenance”……? Tanuma: Haha, I’m sure birds would have eaten them by tomorrow, Sensei.

The following day, the two boys find the trail of cookies and arrive at the empty house.

Natsume: We’re here. Nyanko: You two are so slow! / You’re gonna be devoting yourselves to the maintenance of my drinking party spot! Natsume: Wasn’t this your afternoon napping spot? Tanuma: ——Huh? Natsume. / There’s something on the pillar there…

Indeed, on the pillar was a hand-written note, saying,

“Thank you for wiping the place. Please enjoy yourselves here.”

Natsume: Uwah! / It’s probably from the owner. (S- So embarrassing…) Tanuma: I wonder if it’s okay to just take advantage of their offer like that. / Even though we entered as we liked… Nyanko: Stop complaining! Today, we are wiping the sliding doors! / I want the moonlight and the evening sun to shine on it beautifully.

Natsume: …As an apology for Sensei coming in as he liked, we should at least clean the frame of the sliding doors. Tanume: Let’s do that. Natsume: You help too, Sensei. Nyanko: Hmph. / Just this should be enough, right?

Or so they thought.

Nyanko: *rip…*

Stunned by the tear, the two boys inspect the damage. Natsume asks if it can be fixed, and Tanuma figures that, if they bring some sliding door paper and glue tomorrow, it should do the trick. Natsume returns to the note on the pillar, and quickly jots down an apology.

“Sorry, we tore the sliding door. We will fix it tomorrow.”

Back at home, Natsume asks Shigeru for some sliding door paper.

Shigeru: ...Hm? Sliding door? Natsume: Yes… // Can I have enough for one grid? / We were staying at a place and we kind of… tore it. Shigeru: Oh. / Were you at the Tanuma’s? Natsume: Ah, no. Shigeru: It’s okay to be mischievous, but you have to keep it in moderation.

Shigeru: If it’s at home, you can break as many as you like, // but always make sure to apologize, alright, Takashi? Natsume: …… Yes.

[Shigeru is such a good papa ;w;]

As Natsume leaves the next day, Touko stops him, handing him some strawberries.

Touko: Here, give them these strawberries as an apology. // *rustle!* Do your best! Natsume: ——… // Thank you so much. Nyanko: Oh~~~ These strawberries look tasty~~~ Natsume: They are not for you, Sensei.

[And now we have our sweet mama TwT]

They continue to follow the trail of cookies (how have they not been eaten by animals yet??), during which Natsume asks if the owner might be there. Nyanko-sensei promptly answers that he doesn’t need to care so much about an uninhabited empty house.

Natsume: Don’t you start, Sensei. Tanuma: Oi, Natsume—

The three of them head to the house, and find that a new note has been attached to the pillar.

“Thank you for cleaning the sliding doors. I have a request. Could you help me plant these seeds in the garden?”

Natsume: Huh? // By ‘seeds’, do they mean this? // …They don’t sound angry. Tanuma: You fix the sliding door, Natsume. / I’ll clear the weeds over there and plant this. Natsume: Thank you, Tanuma.

Natsume: …… // (The owner of this house sure is strange…) // (Rather, it feels like…) // Hey… Nyanko-sensei…

Nyanko: HEY! / ENOUGH OF THAT! HURRY UP AND BRING OUT THE PAPER! // Let’s paste it down right away. It’s time to repair my afternoon napping spot! Natsume: ——… Yeah. // You’re right.

The three of them set down to work, and finally finished everything. Once again, exhausted, they plop onto the veranda and napped.

Natsume: (Nevertheless…) // (This is such a comfortable place——)

In his dreams, Natsume hears a man speak, and the thoughts of someone else…

Man: “——Hey there. Sorry to keep you waiting.” ??: ——It’s alright. // Always, / forever, // I will be here, waiting for you.

Natsume wakes up.

Note: As an apology, we have left some strawberries here. Tanuma: It’s quite a mysterious arbor. // It’s like we are exchanging letters with the house owner. Natsume: That’s true. Tanuma: ——Hey, Natsume. Natsume: Hm?

Tanuma: ...Nah. / See you tomorrow. Natsume: Yeah. // See you tomorrow.

And that night, Natsume had a dream.

Natsume: (There was a gentle-looking man sitting alone on top of the veranda.) / (And around him, perhaps it was the flowering season… There were so many colors as though it was overflowing with it.) Man: Ah, my beloved arbor. // I can only visit you once every year. / I can’t even maintain or take care of you. Please forgive this useless owner of yours. // This year, I’ve been busy with my family business as well. / The days where I come here provide emotional support, so I always look forward to it. // Ah, / the view here is so beautiful. // I built this here hoping that someday, / I could bring my wife, my children, and my family here to view this scenery. // But after so long, it has always just been me.

Man: I’m sorry. Even though I built you, // I’m always here alone. // I’m sorry I couldn’t make it lively. // ——Someday, // should // guests arrive here——

Natsume wakes up. The following day, he meets up with Tanuma again, and they follow the trail of cookies into the forest. Natsume wonders about all the strange things involving this situation, about the forest that was so close to his house and yet he doesn’t know much about it, about these cookies that still look great even after so long, and about the mysterious owner who never shows his face. And when they arrive at the arbor—

Flowers had bloomed across the garden.

Tanuma: What!? / Flowers!? // …This can’t all be / the seeds I planted yesterday…? // Just how did… Natsume: ——I’m guessing // this arbor made all of them bloom.

Tanuma: Huh… SFX: *rustle*

The one who wrote notes to thank them for cleaning the floor and the sliding doors might have been the arbor itself. With its memories of bygone days, it’s always been here inside the forest, waiting.

Natsume: You finally have guests coming here. / But I’m sorry that it was us.

This was such an old, old little arbor, and it felt as though it was mustering the last of its power to show them this scenery.

Nyanko: Ooh, there are strawberry flowers here too. Natsume: Tanuma. / Why don’t we take a seat at the veranda and look at this scenery for a bit? Tanuma: Huh? Natsume: Somehow, / I feel like we won’t be able to come here again tomorrow.

Tanuma: ———……… // I see——… Natsume: (——I wonder if there are buildings that can become ayakashi too.)

That was the mysterious arbor that Nyanko-sensei found. It was only a short while, but it was where two people, one beast, and another certain someone, had spent their time together. As they take a seat on the veranda, Natsume recalls the words that the owner had said in his dream.

Man: ——Someday, // should guests arrive here…

Man: Make sure to welcome them with lots of flowers, alright?

It was a beautiful and lovely, secret arbor.

“Cookies to the Forest’s Entrance” END

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soulsilvers · 4 years ago

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any headcanons on how The Boys™ got together?

i think their relationship officially started when they were like. in their twenties

they both as teenagers constantly have something going on in their mind but... then green gets accepted to an university in kalos and leaves there when hes 18. now at the moment his focus is on studying again. red has a bit of a pensive face but takes it well and helps him pack. they have a sort of awkward hug-hug-pat-pat with pensive grins on their faces.

so long story short he has many really cringe and fail dating attempts with kalosian men and develops a paris syndrome of some kind LMAO. few of those damn frenchmen still try to get in touch w him even when he has a husband and kids.

bleh, at least they helped him take nice well composed photos of him looking all fashionable in lumiose city, which he sends to red. red still sends back shitty blurry selfies and pictures of pikachu. green just laughs, thats such a red thing to do. but he can talk about anything with red. he realizes how nice those afternoons at a cafe just texting him abt new discoveries are as well. nice and cozy.. green is just like “man i sure am glad to have such a good best pal hahahaha”

green returns to kanto looking completely jetlagged with godawful looking hair that sticks from everywhere and hes groaning abt something. but for red, its the most amazing sight in the world. thats his bff for sure!!

after all that pokemon france stuff he and red go for an afternoon walk on route one and sit on a grassy hill w a view to pallet town. red brings up all the dumb shit he and green did as small children (oh now HES gonna be the smug one??? green thinks but is also p amused by it) and embarrasses green who is lightly punching him in the arm, which then turns into him wrapping his arms around red while lightly shaking him. they lose their balance and are now lying on the ground. green buries his head under red's chin. red brushes his hair. and thats when things are clear, the two are in love whoaaah wtf!!!

suddenly green decides to be confident. "is tomorrow sunday? oh yeah, im free on sundays. date then with my rival, eh?" he asks. red laughs affirmatively and they kis epic style

ok yeah last part really needs polishing lol but thats my basic idea of it at least :]

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yungidreamer · 4 years ago

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Gratitude

The return of San!

Summary: When everyone has to head home for Thanksgiving, they end up reconnecting with an old friend, San, who gets invited to her family dinner. She gets a reminder of the important things in life and extends a hand to a friend who needs it most.

Content warnings: all the feels, grief, loneliness, loss of a loved one (not a main character I promise), not really angst but its sort of sad, but more about people coming together than the sadness itself.

Their first semester seemed to be passing like a flash and suddenly it was time to head home for the long Thanksgiving weekend holiday. She, Yunho, and Mingi all had to go home and spend some ‘quality time’ with their families...whether they wanted to or not. Yunho, the only one of them with a car, happily drove them all back home, enjoying those last few moments together before they would have to spend days apart, hiding themselves again.

They all stopped by her place first, dropping her off and taking a quick trip inside to say hello to her family. Everyone was so glad to see them and hear about how things were going for them. Her mother invited them in, hugging both the boys and commenting on just how wonderful and grown up they were looking.

“You’ve both cut your hair!” Her mother commented upon first laying eyes on them. “Come here and let me have a look.” Both boys stepped inside allowing her to get a better look at them and give them some warm parental fawning. “Oh, you look so handsome.”

“Thank you,” Mingi said, grinning from ear to ear at the compliment.

“You two are going to have to beat all the girls off with sticks if you keep getting more and more handsome,” Her mother teased. “Have any of you picked up any girlfriends or anything?”

“Mom,” she cut in with a warning in her tone.

“What?” Her mother asked, giving her wide, innocent eyes. “A mother can be curious, can’t she? They are practically like sons to me, anyway. They are grown boys and it would be perfectly normal for them to be getting girlfriends...or boyfriends, I suppose, if they wanted.”

“MOM!” She gave her mother wide eyes, internally and externally cringing.

“Hush,” her mother patted her daughter’s shoulder and turned back to the boys.

“No, we don’t have girlfriends,” Yunho snickered, finally giving her a response.

“Well, or boyfriends,” Mingi added, his eyes sparkling with laughter at their girlfriend’s horror at her mother’s probing questions.

“I don’t know how you haven’t been snatched up,” Her mother gave the two boys appreciative smiles. “You are both so sweet and so handsome.”

“They spend too much time with our daughter, that’s how,” her father grumbled behind them.

“Oh hush,” her mother shushed him and their daughter physically cringed and rolled her eyes.

“We’ll see you on Sunday,” Yunho said, drawing her into a quick hug.

“Good luck,” Mingi followed up, also giving her a quick hug. “We can talk later.”

“Bye,” she let him go and walked both of them to the door. “I’ll message when I can.”

“Happy Thanksgiving!” Both of the boys wished her family as they slipped out the door.

“Our poor girl,” Yunho snickered as they headed back to the car. “She is going to have fun this weekend.”

“Yeah, like she is the only one,” Mingi said glumly.

“Yeah, I know,” Yunho put an arm around his shoulder. “It’s just a few days.” Mingi nodded glumly. Four days of having to listen to his dad pick at him. He wasn’t looking forward to it.

“Welcome home my dear,” Mingi’s mother greeted as he came through the door. “My, aren’t you looking different.”

“Yeah I cut my hair,” Mingi nodded. “What do you think?”

“Well, if you like it, that’s good, but at least we know that hair grows back,” His mother gave him a wan smile, patting his hand gently. “How has school been?”

“Fine,” Mingi shrugged, moving towards his room to put his bag there and out of the way.

“Good,” she nodded, moving back to the chair that she had been sitting in when he arrived. “Are your friends doing well?”

“Yeah they are good.” He replied, moving to stand beside her.

“Well, is there anything new you want to tell me?” She asked, struggling slightly to find something to find to talk to him about.

“Not really much to say,” Mingi shifted on his feet. “Things are good. Ummm, we made some friends. My grades should be okay…”

“I’m glad,” she smiled and glanced at her watch. “Your father will be home later. We’ll have dinner when he gets here.”

“Okay,” he acknowledged, walking back to his room to hang out by himself as long as he could.

“Hey mom, I’m home,” Yunho called as he came through the door.

“Oh welcome back,” She rushed to hug him. “Have you grown? And what did you do to your hair?”

“Do you not like it?” He ran his fingers through it shyly.

“No, no,” She shook her head and smiled. “It’s just such a change. My word, how grown up you look, my love.”

“Thanks, mom,” he said softly, wrapping his arms around him. “How have you been doing?”

“Oh, you know how it is,” she smiled at him brightly. “Life just goes on. Nothing really exciting. But I have missed seeing your face.”

“I missed you, too,” he admitted.

“How are your friends doing?” she asked, pulling back and taking him to sit with her on the couch. “Are they doing alright in school? Is there anyone new I should know about?”

“Mingi is good,” he responded. “He cut his hair too, dyed as well. He looks really good. You’d like it.”

“Do you think he’d have time to come by over the holiday?” She asked cheerily. “I’d love to see him and what about her? Could they both come by?”

“Maybe,” Yunho leaned his head against the back of the couch as he faced her. “I can ask them, at least.”

“Please do,” she patted his knee. “How about her? Is she doing alright?”

“Oh yeah,” he nodded. “She’s so smart mom, she’s been helping some of our new friends with classes, even some that are older.”

“Have...have you thought about asking her out, honey?” His mother ventured. “I know you’ve been just friends for a really long time now, but you just light up when you talk about her.”

“I mean, both she and Mingi are my best friends, mom,” he gave her a smile. “They both make me happy; my life is better with both of them. I don’t need to date her for her to make me happier.”

“I know,” she chuckled. “I just...I never see you as happy as you are around her...or both of them. I guess you could ask Mingi out, but I don’t think you want to marry into that family.” Her mouth narrowed as she thought about the few times she had met his parents.

“I don’t need to ask him out either, though,” he laughed, taking her hand and bouncing it in his own. “The way things are now I get to spend a lot of time with both of them which makes me happy.”

“It’s just something to think about,” she gave him a wistful smile. “Things change and...just don’t let go of the people that make you happy.”

“I won’t, mama,” he promised.

“What do you mean we are going to have a ‘special guest’ for Thanksgiving dinner,” Jacob, her younger brother, said over dinner that night.

“Just that,” her father said with clipped tones. “Sweetie, you remember San, you two went to school together and he also was at camp with you that last year.”

“Yeah…” she looked at him suspiciously, a bite of food half way to her mouth when he addressed her.

“Well his family is out of the country at the moment so they asked if we could host him over the holiday weekend,” Her father explained.

“Wait, why does she get to have a friend over for the holiday when Mike can’t come over to play this weekend?” Jacob protested.

“I’m not having a friend over,” she sighed, letting the bite of food drop back to her plate.

“You may not have invited him,” her father gave her a pointed look. “But you will be nice to him, and you will help make him feel included and hang out with him. He certainly isn’t going to feel like hanging out with a 14 year old or an old man...so just be nice.”

“What makes you think he wants to hang out with me any more than he wants to hang out with the rest of you?” She asked, rubbing her temples with her fingers. “I barely talked to him outside of class, as far as I know, we have literally nothing in common.”

“He’s in college studying psychology now according to his dad,” Her father replied confidently. “You’ve been doing well in that class from what I hear, so I am sure you can find something to talk about.”

“I’m...I’m taking philosophy, dad, not psychology…” she looked at her dad like he had grown a second head. Sometimes he was just...insufferable.

“Close enough,” he sighed. “You will be a good host.”

“Maybe you could take him to hang out with the boys a little over the holiday,” her mother suggested. “Then all of you can get a little peace with people your own age.”

“Good idea,” her father agreed. “He probably knows them from camp. It would probably be nice for him to be able to catch up with them, too.”

“I will ask,” she said firmly. “But I can’t make promises on their behalf.”

“Fine, I can accept that,” her father allowed. “Thanksgiving dinner is tomorrow but you can take him to hang out with your friend Friday or Saturday if they are free.”

“Sure,” she sighed and gave him her best smile despite her frustration. It was then that she remembered that San had been there that night at summer camp. He had seen her kiss Mingi...he had seen Yunho and Mingi kiss...fuck… This was just going to be the best Thanksgiving ever.

😻: Guys...are you there?

(Yunho) 👱: What’s up?

(Mingi) 🐰: Yeah

😻: Do you guys remember San, by chance?

(Yunho) 👱: The guy in my cabin at camp?

😻: Okay so that is a yes, then. Well he’s coming to Thanksgiving at my house and my dad is making me entertain him.

(Mingi) 🐰: Isn’t that the guy that wanted to kiss you?

😻: Yeah, yeah… He went to Thomas with me too. Anyway, dad said we could all hang out together if you guys are free. Feel free to say no. I have no idea what he is like these days and I can take a few days of playing hostess...but it’s a reason to get out of the house if you want it.

(Yunho) 👱: Why don’t all of you come over to my place? Mom wanted to be able to see you guys.

😻: I don’t know… He saw you guys kiss that night at camp and...Let’s just make sure he isn’t an asshole these days before we do that.

(Mingi) 🐰: You going to be okay?

😻: I’m fine, it’s just so typical of my dad to volunteer me for something like this without asking first. Jacob is acting like I am getting this super awesome oldest sibling privilege when I would much rather spend this whole weekend reading in my room when I don’t have to be at the table with everyone.

(Yunho) 👱: Poor kid, there is probably nothing he would rather do than hang out with people his own age.

😻: I know...and trust me, if I could convince my dad to let him sleep over the whole weekend at one of his friends’ places, I totally would, but ‘it’s ‘family time’...except when it's not.

(Mingi) 🐰: Our poor girl. Don’t worry, we’ll come save you soon.

😻: I’m fine, you don’t need to save me. I’ve got to go to sleep, have to be up early to help with the cooking. Love you guys.

(Mingi) 🐰: I wish I was there

(Yunho) 👱: Same. I never sleep as well without you to with me

😻: Ugh, the minute we get home I am going to spend hours doing unspeakable things to both of you.

(Yunho) 👱: Promise?

(Mingi) 🐰: Can I use the satin handcuffs on you this time?

(Yunho) 👱: Ohhhh, good idea. She hasn’t gotten them used on her yet…

😻: You two are terrible...but promise?

(Mingi) 🐰: Cross my heart...we will fuck you senseless.

😻: Something I can look forward to at least. Good night…

(Yunho) 👱: Love you

(Mingi) 🐰: XOXOXO

“Sweetie, can you take these to the table for me?” Her mother said as she passed her a basket of biscuits wrapped in a towel. She nodded, taking them and headed into the dining room. The table was already laden with tons of food that would no doubt last them for days. Turkey, stuffing, mashed potatoes, cranberry sauce, green beans, mac and cheese, and half a dozen little sides that only a person or two really wanted. She could already feel the extra kilo or two she was going to take back home with her.

At two a knock sounded at the door and her father sent her to answer the door, knowing exactly who was on the other side. She sighed and walked to the door putting on her best friendly smile as she approached. The door opened to reveal San, standing awkwardly on the other side. He seemed to be as unsure whether he belonged there as she was to have to play host to him.

“Hey,” she greeted, moving aside to let him in.

“Happy Thanksgiving,” He greeted as he removed his coat to reveal a lovely grey button-up sweater over a plain white undershirt. It went well with his black jeans and dress shoes, giving him a casual air while still being well dressed enough for a holiday dinner. Hanging up his coat on the rack near the door, he turned and opened his arms to give her a quick embrace, patting her back a couple of times before letting her go.

“It’s nice to see you again,” He commented.

“It’s been a while,” she admitted. He looked older than she remembered. His black hair was long but perfectly styled and cut, hanging perfectly from a slightly off center part. It was dark and glossy and full, perfectly cut to frame his angular features. “You look good.”

“You, too,” San gave her a laugh and a dimpled grin. She escorted him into the dining room where her brother and mother were already seated. Her mother immediately stood up to greet San with a warm hug and flood of comments and compliments for the boy.

“Here, sit, sit; we are almost ready to eat,” her mother insisted.

“Is there anything I can help with?” He asked, standing near his seat but not taking it yet.

“No no,” she waved towards his chair. “We are just waiting for the turkey, which is being carved as we speak. Please sit down.” San nodded and took his seat, scooting in and putting his napkin on his lap.

Her father came in, plate laden with cuts of the massive turkey they spent hours cooking and basting. She had to admit it looked really good. He placed it in the only empty space that had been left on the table, filling it to the nines now. He rubbed his hands together and declared the meal done and ready to be eaten.

Everyone served themselves, passing dishes over and across as each person took what and how much of whatever they wanted. She was actually surprised at how calm and genial everyone was at the table. Even her little brother managed to participate in the conversation cheerfully. She actually had to wonder what her parents had promised him to get this result. Either way, she was grateful and it was the nicest meal she had had with her family in years.

When everyone was full they took a break, packing away the food and shoving it wherever it would fit in the refrigerator. Dessert would come later...maybe much later...after the food comas had passed. San happily helped out in the kitchen, volunteering to hand wash the fancy holiday dishes her family only pulled out for occasions like this. She volunteered to help dry, keeping San company as they quietly finished the work.

“Thanks for all your help guys,” Her mother told them, coming up behind them as they did the last of the dishes. “Why don’t you two go and hang out. San is our guest, so let’s make sure he has some fun.”

“Sure,” She nodded, drying her hands on the towel before hanging it up on the hook near the sink. “Do you want to watch something? I also have a switch…” she paused, wracking her brain to try and think of something fun he could do.”

“We can just hang out,” San shrugged. “Want to go for a walk? We did just eat a lot of food. I think I’d feel better if I got in a little physical activity in today.”

“Yeah, sure, we can do that,” She agreed. “Let me just go get a sweatshirt or something. I’ll meet you at the door.” San nodded, heading towards the door while she headed up to her room to grab something warm. When she came back down, dressed in her favorite hoodie, she found him already shoed and dressed in his coat by the front door. She tucked her cell phone into her pocket, threw her coat and rain boots on and stepped out the front door with him.

“So...which way,” she asked when they hit the end of the driveway.

“Is there anything interesting one way or another?” He asked, looking to the right and then to the left.

“Uhhh, not really…” she shrugged. “It’s basically all suburban sprawl. There is a park down that way eventually, I guess.”

“That’s as good a reason to go that way as any,” San agreed with a smile, taking a step or two in that direction and waiting for her to join him. She jogged up to his side and they set off vaguely in the direction of the park.

“So...it’s been a while hasn’t it,” she started as the silence stretched.

“Yeah,” he threw her a smile. “How...how have you been?”

“Me?” Somehow she was startled by the question. “Oh...well...good.” She floundered, looking for an answer beyond that. “I mean, nothing exciting has been going on with me. What about you?”

“I’m good, considering…” he shrugged, turning his eyes ahead.

“Considering?” She repeated, but as a question.

“You didn’t hear,” He blinked at her. “I figured...I mean, I guess I really never mattered much to you.”

“I…” she looked at him and swallowed past an uncomfortable feeling settling in her stomach. “We never really talked or anything. We didn’t really have anything in common.”

“I liked you, you liked you; we had that in common,” he laughed.

“You did not,” she scoffed.

“Yeah, I did,” he gave a single barking laugh. “But you never really noticed. It’s okay.”

“Sorry,” she straightened up. “But that isn’t what you meant when you said considering.”

“No,” he admitted. “Mom died not long after graduation.”

“What?” She stopped in her tracks, looking at him with wide eyes.

“Yeah,” he turned back to face her. “It was a car accident. It happened over the summer so most of my friends were gone doing their own things, getting ready to go off to college. So was I. It’s just...there wasn’t really anyone around when it happened. And dad didn’t really handle it well.”

“I’m so sorry,” she took a step to him, putting a hand on his arm. “I really didn’t hear about it. We weren’t close or anything but I would have...I don’t know, I would have been around if I knew.”

“It’s okay,” he shrugged.

“Here.” They were close to the park already so she took his arm, looping hers in through his and guiding him down the block and a half to the half hidden park, tucked back in behind a long line of houses. She led them to a bench tucked in along one side, located beneath an old tree largely denuded of its summer leaves, left looking craggy and half dead. They sat down and turned to face each other, one leg lifted onto the bench to make it easier.

“What happened,” she asked, giving him all her attention.

“A drunk driver hit her when she was on her way home from work,” San looked down at his hands. “They said it was almost instant, so she didn’t suffer at least.”

“That… that’s something at least, I guess.” She agreed carefully.

“But dad sort of,” he paused, sniffling and wiping his cheek of the tear that had escaped. “He always counted on her and they really loved each other. You know they met in college? He asked her to marry him after three weeks.”

“I didn’t know, but that is super sweet,” She gave him a sad smile. “I can’t imagine losing someone like that.” Her mind turned to Mingi and Yunho and she had an urge to call them both, tell them she loved them, just because you never know. She could do that later. San was here and he clearly needed someone to care about him, too.

“I think losing her has broken him,” he gave her a pained look. “I know he loved her and he lost his wife, but I lost my mom and it's like he doesn’t care what it did to me.”

“I’m so sorry,” she leaned forward to take his hand and he leaned in and pulled her into a rub crushing hug. She held him back, wrapping her arms around his neck as quiet tears slid down his face. Much as she bitched about her parents, how they poked her about her life and her choices, trying to guide her down the path they wanted for her, she knew they did it because they cared. They were invested in her being happy, and, while they might not always be right about what would be good for her, their hearts were in the right place. Sometimes she wanted them to understand that her choices could be different and valid, but she never doubted that they would do anything they could to help her. She was never alone in the world. She never would be.

They sat there like that for who knows how long, but as the streetlight came to life, buzzing as their sodium orange lights flickered on, they decided they needed to head back. San wiped his face and pulled himself back together. The walk was quiet but San felt like a weight had been pulled off his shoulders. He hooked an arm around hers as they walked, flashing her a warm smile as they made their way back.

By the time they got back, deserts were on everyone’s minds. They had baked four pies, giving everyone something they loved. San took a slice of pecan pie and she had some cherry, promising to come back for some of the pumpkin when the idea of having more food didn’t make her nauseous. Her dad and brother had some of the apple and it struck her that they really were so similar. It was probably why they snipped at each other all the time. They even made the same yum yum face when they took the first bite. She tried to imagine her dad just checking out and not caring about them if something happened to her mom and...she couldn’t. He was more likely to throw himself into knowing every detail of his kids lives in an effort to forget his pain; if he couldn’t live for him, he could live for them. She was sure that is what he would do.

“Thanks, dad,” She said, giving him a hug from behind as she put her plate near the sink for him to rinse and put in the dishwasher

“Your mom made the pies,” he laughed. “You should thank her.”

“I know and I didn’t just mean the pies,” she shook her head and smiled. “Just in general.”

“Well you’re welcome in general, then,” He leaned over and kissed the top of her head.

“I’m gonna take San up to my room to watch a movie if that’s okay,” she told him.

“Yeah that sounds good,” her father agreed. “You should make up the guest room for him first though so he has a place to sleep.”

“Okay, will do,” she agreed. Picking up San on the way, she headed upstairs to the linen closet to get sheets for the bed in the spare room.

“Green or flowers?” She asked, staring at the options.

“Flowers,” he replied tentatively as he looked at the pile of linens.

“Good choice,” she confirmed. “They are the softer ones.” Pulling the set of flat and fitted sheets out of the pile, she also grabbed a couple of pillowcases and headed with him to the room next to hers. It was small and usually used as an at home office by her dad when he needed to get a little work done over the weekend. The couch was really a daybed that folded out into a pretty comfortable twin bed. It didn’t take long to pull it out and put the sheets on it and, job done, they headed into her room to put a movie on.

“While you choose something to watch, do mind if I make a call?” She asked, moving a little back to the doorway, planning to go to the bathroom for some privacy.

“No that’s okay,” he gave her a nod and turned his attention to the list of movies on the screen.

“I’ll be right back,” she dipped out of the room to the nearby bathroom and pulled out her phone. She dialed Mingi first. He answered on the first ring, obviously waiting for her to call.

“Hey, love,” his deep voice was quiet but warm on the other side of the phone. “How was dinner?”

“It was good really,” she gave a giggle. “San should come to dinner more often. Everyone was nice and we managed the whole thing without bitching and moaning.”

“Wow, that must have been nice,” there was a smile in his voice as he said it. “I’m glad it went okay. How has it been having him there?”

“He’s really nice actually,” she told him honestly. “He’s kind of having a hard time, but...I am actually wishing we had been better friends in high school maybe. I don’t know.”

“Yeah?” Mingi asked quietly.

“Yeah,” she confirmed. “I can’t really talk long but is it okay for you to come hang out with us all tomorrow or something?”

“I’ll come hang out,” he said flatly. “My dad doesn’t really like it but…”

“But he never likes anything that you do, anyway,” she filled in for him.

“Yeah,” he sounded tired.

“I love you,” she said softly.

“Love you, too,” he sighed. “I can’t wait to see you tomorrow.”

“Sleep well, okay?” She told him softly.

“Yeah, you too,” He agreed. “Good night and I’ll message you before I go to sleep.”

“Okay,” she sighed. “I’m gonna call Yunho. Don’t forget to call him, too.”

“We already talked,” he replied.

“I must be late today,” she laughed, accustomed to reminding him to do it when she called him.

“Nah, it was just a long day,” he said tightly.

“I’m sorry love,” she wished she could hug him.

“It’s okay,” he said gently. “I’m just glad to hear your voice. Dream of me?”

“Always,” she promised. “Night.”

“Night,” he responded before hanging up and she had to take a minute before pulling up Yunho’s info to call him. Being home was never easy for Mingi and she wished she could change that but...there was nothing she could do.

“Babe,” Yunho’s sunny voice sounded out of the phone’s speaker, dancing happily in her ear.

“Hi, sweetheart,” she greeted back, her heart warming. “Mingi said you two already talked.”

“Yeah,” he confirmed. “I wish his dad wasn’t such an asshole.”

“God, don’t we all,” she gave a rueful laugh. “Our poor baby.”

“Anyway, how have things been for you?” He transitioned their conversation to her. “Was dinner okay?”

“Yeah, everyone was on their best behavior,” she chuckled. “San has been a good influence on the holiday.”

“Yeah, he’s nice to have around?” Yunho tried to keep his voice light, but he still wasn’t sure how he felt about the boy being there.

“He’s been really nice actually,” she told him honestly. “He’s had it hard lately and...I think I want to be a better friend to him.”

“You thinking of adopting the lost puppy,” he teased.

“Maybe,” she smiled as she answered. “You can see him tomorrow. He’s….he’s a nice guy who sort of needs people right now.”

“My girl has such a big heart,” he admired warmly. “You okay otherwise?”

“Yeah I am doing fine,” she confirmed. “But I miss you two.”

“I never sleep well without you anymore,” he sighed. “My arms are lonely without you in them.”

“I wish we were back home,” she commiserated. “But at least I get to see you tomorrow.”

“I wish I could kiss you,” he groaned. “Fuck, I hate having to hide again.”

“Me too,” she sighed, wishing they were all together. “I have to go though. San is waiting on me. We’re gonna watch a movie.”

“Yeah?” Yunho cleared his throat. “Tell him to keep his hands to himself.”

“Jealous?” She laughed, amused by his reaction. “I doubt you have much to worry about.”

“You know he liked you back then?” He scoffed. “It was one of the reasons he was so eager to go to that thing Laci organized at camp; he was hoping it was his chance.”

“Honey, it’s also been a long time since then,” she pointed out. “A crush years ago doesn’t mean he is still carrying a torch for me.”

“Yeah, but maybe he is,” he gave an impatient sigh.

“And even if he is,” she shrugged. “He’s out of luck since I am already madly in love with a couple of pretty amazing guys.”

“Promise?” Yunho fished for reassurance.

“Do you need to hear me say it?” She teased him with a grin.

“Always,” he said more honestly than she was expecting.

“Love you, my beautiful blond hunk,” she said softly, half teasing but still completely earnestly.

“I love you, too,” Yunho sounded relieved to hear the words and to let them come out of his mouth as well.

“I’ll message you when San goes to bed, but sleep well and I’ll see you tomorrow,” she knew she needed to get back, even if there was nothing she would rather be doing than talking to her boys.

“I’ll pick you up in the afternoon,” he promised. “Sleep well.”

“Night,” she said finally before taking the phone away from her ear and ending the call. Opening the door, she startled, nearly dropping her phone when she found San leaning on the wall next to the bathroom door. He had obviously been listening to her talk but she didn’t know for how long or why.

“Jesus, you scared the crap out of me,” she clutched her phone to her chest as he straightened up.

“Sorry I…” San shrugged. “It seemed to be taking a little while for you to come back so I was going to go to the bathroom. I didn’t mean to listen, I just…”

“Come here,” she pulled him back into her room and closed the door. She pushed him further into the room before letting him go with a sigh. “I don’t know what you think you heard…”

“You’re seeing someone,” San shrugged. “It’s okay. I was sort of hoping you maybe weren’t but it’s okay.”

“I’m not—“ she started, a pit of worry building in her stomach.

“The thing I don’t get,” he continued over her. “Is why you’re hiding it.”

“Like I said,” she tried to cover. “I’m not seeing someone.”

“Then you are way closer to your friends than I’ve ever been with mine,” he gave a sad sort of scoff. “Another reason I wish I had managed to...get closer to you.”

“I think you just misunderstood,” she tried to correct him, gently.

“Which one is it?” He asked her, taking a seat on the end of the bed, looking up at her through the fringe of his hair that had fallen onto his forehead.

“What?” She asked, not following.

“Is it Yunho or Mingi?” He flat out asked.

“Why would you think—“

“They’re the ones we’re hanging out with tomorrow, right?” San pointed out. Shit. She stood a moment and tried to think of something, some explanation that would suffice but nothing was coming. “If I promise not to say anything. Will you just tell me the truth?”

“I…” she started. “It’s not just my secret, you know.”

“I guess,” he shrugged and looked down at his hands. “Maybe I should just head to bed.”

“Wait,” she grabbed his hand as he tried to make his way past her. “Why are you here for the holiday and not with your dad?”

“He didn’t want to be home so he took an assignment for work,” he answered flatly. “He didn’t want to be with me.”

“I can’t answer your questions today, but,” she pulled him over towards the bed. “I’d like to watch the movie with you.”

“You don’t have to,” he pulled at his wrist and gave her a small, sad smile. “I can just go to bed.”

“I mean it,” she insisted. “We don’t have to watch a movie either, but...maybe we could talk?”

“About what?” He asked, giving up on going but just standing there while she held his wrist.

“I’d like to know what else is going on with you,” she tried. “Did you go to school somewhere? What are you doing these days? I...well, you know, the stuff you do when you’re friends.”

“You don’t have to pretend,” he patted her hand and shrugged before trying to leave again.

“No pretending,” she held him tighter, moving further on the bed and inviting him to join her. “I want to be friends.” As she moved back to lean against the pillows on the headboard, he crawled up after her, sitting himself on his heels near the edge of the bed.

“Why?” Was all he could ask.

“Because you’re nice, because you need someone, because maybe we should have been friends a while ago,” she shrugged and patted the space beside her. He took the offer, laying down and curling up in the space beside her on the bed.

“I wish you had just kissed me that night at camp,” he admitted quietly. “Then maybe I wouldn’t have been alone all this time.” She patted his shoulder comfortingly and let the silence stretch for a few minutes before she started asking him about his life again. They talked for hours and she learned more about him in that time than she had in the years she had sort of known him before. They talked until they fell asleep, sprawled over the covers, fully dressed.

Her father came to check on them before he went to bed and found them that way. He knew what San had been through, having been friends with his father for many years at this point, not close, but close enough to know how he was and what had been happening. It was why he had invited him to come for the holiday. He knew the kid needed friends and...much as he might complain about how close she was to those two boys, he knew they were all good people and that they had been the sort of friends he had always wanted her to have. He still didn’t get them, but they loved her and he knew they would be there for her. San needed some people like that in his life. She had done exactly what he had hoped. He quietly closed the door, letting them sleep; something he was sure San needed more than anything.

Yunho arrived the next day with Mingi in tow after lunch. They briefly came in, greeting her parents and catching up a little before taking her and San back out with them. Yunho took the wheel and Mingi called shotgun, jogging back to the car with a laugh, leaving San and her in the spacious back seat.

“Can I ask who you’re dating now?” San asked from the backseat as they pulled out of the neighborhood.

“Sorry, what?” Yunho said from the front seat, trying to see him through the rear view mirror as he drove.

“It’s complicated, San,” she said softly from the back seat. Mingi whipped around in his seat to look at both of them, trying to read their faces.

“Your parents seem to like them both,” he shrugged. “I just wonder why you don’t want them to know.”

“Why do you care?” Mingi asked, eyes narrowing at the boy in the back seat.

“I guess I don’t, sorry,” San shifted in his seat and turned to look out the window. An uncomfortable silence settled in the car and Yunho drove. They hadn’t decided on a place to go and now he wasn’t sure how to ask so they drove. He turned on the radio and concentrated on the road because anything else was making him break out in a clammy sweat.

“I’m thirsty,” she finally said from the back seat. “Let’s go to Sonic and get something. San did you want something? My treat…”

“I’m fine,” he shrugged, not taking his eyes from the window.

“San,” she reached across the space between them and took his hand. “Do you want to hear about what happened at camp?”

“What do you mean?” He finally turned away from the window, twisting his head to actually look at her.

“Just...I could never choose between them,” she replied ambiguously.

“I don’t know what that means,” he admitted, slightly frustrated by her answer but not pulling away. Last night had been the first time in a long time that he had felt like someone cared, like someone was listening to what he was going through. He wanted to believe it was something. Something more than just some kindness for a few hours. Something more than just being polite. Something more than pity.

“Let’s get something to drink, maybe a snack, and we can all talk,” she suggested, sending a look to Mingi in his seat and then Yunho through the mirror. Yunho nodded, he trusted her, more than anything, he trusted her. Mingi did too, after seeing Yunho make the leap. San kept a loose grip on her hand as they lapsed back into a silence, but at least it was one that was less fraught.

They pulled into one of the spaces towards the back, organizing their order before hitting the little red call button. She got her favorites, a strawberry limeade and tater tots with cheese; Yunho got a burger, onion rings, and a cherry coke; Mingi ordered a banana split and a breakfast toaster sandwich; San finally agreed to a chocolate shake and an order of mozzarella sticks. They all pulled out the cash they had on them, roughly paying for their own portions without worrying too much about getting it exact. When the carhop had dropped off their food, they passed around the food and rolled up the windows, leaving them in a quiet little world all to themselves.

“Remember that night at camp, when we all met up after dark?” She asked San as she picked at her food.

“Vividly,” San couldn’t help but laugh at himself.

“Just so you know, we didn’t ‘get lucky’ that night,” she sent him a look, remembering his comment as they had walked away. “But we did decide it was worth figuring out what we had.”

“And what did you have?” San locked eyes with her as he took a sip of his drink.

“Friendship,” she started, thinking back to all the times she had with Mingi and Yunho that were pure happiness. “Love, humor, companionship, and eventually...intimacy. I meant it when I said I couldn’t choose one and when I said I wasn’t dating one of them. We’re all together.”

“Like...they take turns?” San tried to reason. “You go out with one and then the other?”

“More like we do everything together,” she clarified. “All of us.”

“Even…” he pointed between Mingi and Yunho in the front seat who were watching but keeping their mouths occupied with food.

“Even them, sometimes even just the two of them,” she shrugged.

“That’s the part your parents wouldn’t understand,” San nodded, finally understanding. “I won’t judge and I won’t say anything.” He chuckled slightly and cast a wistful smile at her. “I guess I never really had a chance in this little circle.”

“We always have enough space for a friend,” she offered.

“Yeah?” He asked, this time looking to the boys in the front seat for confirmation. They both nodded, giving him full cheeked smiles. “I could really use some friends right now.” Tears prickled in the backs of his eyes. For the first time in what felt like forever he felt like someone wanted him around.

“You know,” she pointed out. “Your school is only about an hour away from us. You could always come and see us on weekends if you want.”

“You wouldn’t mind having me around sometimes?” San reached out for her hand again.

“It would be nice to be friends if all this doesn’t bother you,” she took his hand.

“You guys are so lucky you found each other,” San sniffled and smiled. “Everyone just disappeared after we graduated and then...now dad doesn’t even want to be around me.”

“I’m sure it’s just that he is hurting,” she assured San, pulling him into a comforting hug. “Someday he’ll come to his senses and he will regret how he’s reacted. Until then, we’re your family. I expect to hear from you all the time. I want to know everything.”

“Things are looking up,” San admitted, turning to offer Mingi a smile, who had reached over the seat to offer him a comforting pat.

“Have you gone to see your mom recently?” She asked him gently. He shook his head. “If you want to we can all go see her together?”

“Can we get some flowers to take?” San requested, giving her a squeeze.

“Yeah,” She turned to Yunho. “They should have some in the hospital gift shop actually.” Yunho gave her an acknowledging nod and started the car.

They all walked together through the graveyard, navigating the wide stony paths to the small area near the artificial lake toward one side. They found her grave, the dirt still only sparsely covered with brown grass that hadn’t even had a full season to grow. Her headstone was a pristine stretch of concrete grey stone much like those on the graves surrounding it.

Amy Choi, Beloved Wife and Mother.

“If anyone had told me, I would have been here,” Yunho put a hand on San’s shoulder as he stood at the side of the grave.

“It feels like she died and no one noticed,” San murmured, putting a hand over Yunho’s.

“I’m so sorry you were alone,” she handed him the flowers for the grave.

“You won’t be alone now,” Mingi assured him, standing nearby.

“Hey mom,” San began. “It’s been a while. I’m sorry I haven’t come to see you in a while. I guess I’ve been kind of busy and dad...he doesn’t like remembering. But you don’t have to worry about me.

“These are my friends from camp, do you remember them? I don’t know if you do, but they wanted to come see you, too. I’m going to try and come see you more and I’ll make sure Dad is okay. He misses you a lot. I do, too.”

He put the flowers down in the vase attached to the headstone, wiping away the silent tears that streaked his cheeks. Yunho drew him into a hug and Mingi joined him from the other side while she held one of his hands. Together they stood in the cool, crisp fall air and let San mourn the loss of the life he thought he had six months ago. Mourn the mother that never came home and the dad he was still waiting for. Things would never go back to how they were, but he didn’t feel like he was alone in a world that had forgotten him.

“You guys sure you don’t mind taking him back to school on your way?” Her dad asked as they all packed up to head back to school at the end of the weekend.

“Nah, it's practically on the way and we have space,” she shrugged, giving a reassuring smile to San behind her father.

“Just drive carefully,” Her father gave her a hug, pulling her coat around her shoulders so it sat nicely.

“Thanks for worrying,” She smiled up at him and gave him a peck on the cheek. “See you at Christmas. Oh, can San come over for Christmas dinner too?”

“Of course, if he doesn’t have somewhere else he has to be.” Her father felt pride bloom in his chest. He really was proud of who his daughter was growing up to be.

“Okay, say bye to Mom for me,” she told him as she picked up her bags. “Bye bro. Good luck with school and stuff.” She headed out the door and headed to where Yunho was waiting near the trunk of his car, Mingi standing beside him.

“Thanks for the invite to spend the holiday with you and your family, sir,” San extended a hand to him.

Her father pushed past it to hug the boy. “I’m glad you could come and I meant it about Christmas. We always have room for you here.”

“Thank you,” San patted the back of the man, grateful he and his family were a part of his life.

“Don’t keep them waiting,” Her father pulled back and gave San a solid pat on the shoulder. “Keep up with your classes and all. Don’t do anything stupid, okay.”

“Yes, sir,” He promised, shrugging on his coat.

That night, when she was safely tucked in between the two people she couldn’t live without, she felt a wave of gratitude for everything she had. Her family, her friends, her loves; she was incredibly lucky and she promised herself that she would remember that more. I love you she whispered into the dark. Only snores and slow breaths came in response from either of the boys, both long since asleep, but the way their warm arms encircled her and their legs tangled over her, it was more eloquent than words. She sighed happily and snuggled more deeply under the covers, closing her eyes, she let sleep take her.

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drethanramslay · 4 years ago

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Without You

Pairing: Logan x MC (Lexi Cahill)

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Word count: 2.5 K words

Warning: Just a little cursing, here and there and Angst

MC is actually not present in this fic, this is Logan's POV, four months after he had to leave LA

Author's note: I decided to take part in @rodappreciationweek so here is my submission :))

Thanks to @choicesarehard @brightpinkpeppercorn and @client-327 for hosting this 💙

Thanks to @mvalentine for pre-reading it❤️❤️

Title inspiration: Without You by Avicii (ft. Sandro Cavazza)

Song: Gone by Blake Rose

Forgive me if I make any mistakes.

The rays of the sun spilled through the crack in my curtains, making the white walls a yellow hue. My eyes were bleary and red rimmed. It had just been moments since I woke up and my hangover struck me like a train wreck, a familiar electric pain behind my eyes.

I shouldn't have drank so much.

I moved my head to only see an an empty bed side. Of course she left. Who would want to stick around after a one night stand?

The hazy memories of last night filtered through my head, making me wince. Another night, another rave, another tray of shots and another chick to bang.

You could call it saturday shenanigans but, this was different.

Everything was different since I left her.

All my days just seem to melt away into a haze of alcohol and drugs... Today, tomorrow, yesterday seems to fuse into this neverending torture, an ache which no matter how much I drink or how many girls I fuck, never fucking ceases to hurt. The only thing which can fix this gaping wound in my heart is Lexi.

But she is not here.

And never will be.

So this is how it has been for the past weeks. Me getting inebriated to new extremes just to numb the pain and to temporarily erase the loneliness before I become sober again.

Because when I'm in those intoxicated wastelands, I'm so out of it that I can almost hallucinate her dancing with me. I can almost smell her strawberry shampoo, tickling my nose. I can almost hear her tinkling laugh.

And in my alcohol induced sleep, I dream of her in my arms the both of us fitting together, like two jigsaw puzzles.

I despise being sober. Because when I am In my senses, the entire load of loss weighs down on me, crushing me and suffocating me. The 'could have been's' and the regret are all a heavy burden on my shoulders.

A small part of me is often wishing, praying and hoping that things could just go back to normal but, deep in my gut I know, that nothing is ever going to be the same again.

Nothing is ever going to be the same, now that she was gone...

How much time does it take to get over people?

It may be a day, a week, a month or a year. There is no definitive time span for getting over someone you loved, someone you cherished or someone who was close to your heart.

I think it depends on how much of an impact the said person had on you or how much of a void that person left in you.

I was the wild and carefree guy, with no strings attached and never saw myself being the one to fall in love because... Let's admit it, love is a vulnerability, a weakness which people don't hesitate to exploit.

But fast forward to four months later, I am in the same category as those emotional pussies crying over a breakup.

Being brought up in foster homes made me grow up quickly. Some houses were good and caring whilst some were harsh. And knowing that I am the most cursed person to walk the earth, I was always was stuck with the shitty households.

Don't believe me? I still have those scars from the fights and the beatings.

Growing up in such a hostile environment, taught me that there is no room for weakness or error and that love and feelings are just some fairy tale myth which is made by philosophical fools to give you a sense of hope.

But, hope is a dangerous thing, two side of the same coin. It can make you and break you.

I don't think I would have survived my childhood but... That's when I fell in love with cars.

It holds a special place in my heart.

The way my adrenaline spikes as the pointer on my speedometer achieves unattainable speeds, the way I feel the purr of my engine resound through my entire body and they way it's just me, my car and the open road... Nobody could ever compare to that sensation of freedom.

Well, that was before I met her.

Lexi Cahill.

I admit it started off as a way to recruit her as an informant, a tool to stay out of prison, another heart to break.

But little did I know that life would pull the fucking reverse uno card on me. But, I'm low-key glad it did.

It's been 4 months since that scum bag was thrown into the jail.

Four months since the crew went its separate ways.

Four months since I walked away from her.

I don't want to let you go...

Those words were on a repeat in his head, like a broken tape recorder and her teary eyes and broken expression is forever burnt into his brain. It was so hard to let her go. The one time I found a reason to stay, a reason to fight for, a reason to stop running, life just fucked it all up.

It was a tussle, a war between what my heart wanted and the logical side of me which just left me exhausted.

In conclusion, heartbreak sucks.

I reach for my phone and switch it on to check the time. But my eyes fall on our prom photo which I had made as my wallpaper. It's really stupid how head over heels I'm in love with her.

But it's the truth.

There is a saying that life gives you only one great love and that many people go for years without that.

I was one of the few lucky people to get that at 18.

But life is not sunflowers and unicorns shitting rainbows. It's rough, it's hard with its a mix of ups and downs. But it seems like mine is set to be on the all time low.

Staggering to the bathroom, I heavily leaned against the counter, my muscles flexing as I gripped the edge. My eyes lifted to see my reflection staring back at me.

I look like a hot mess.

This isn't you Logan... My inner conscience said, which eerily sounded like her.

God, I really must be losing it, huh?

Slowly and painfully I started my morning chores, my body on auto pilot. My mind kept on wandering to Lexi. She would be in Langston by now.

Would she be in that off shoulder sweater of hers, her feather tattoo peaking from underneath the sleeve? Would she be highlighting and colour coordinating her notes like she always did?

Would she have made new friends? Or dare I say a new boyfriend?

Logan stop hurting yourself. I said to myself as I visibly cringed at the thought of someone else having their arms around her.

The idea of someone else kissing her soft lips or someone else holding her hands or someone else running his hands along the curvature of her naked back made me equal parts angry and sad.

Angry for you know, obvious reasons but sad for the life I had to leave behind in LA.

God I hate this existential crisis shit... It's to early to question life.

I dragged myself in the direction of the kitchen, the smell of bacon waking me up. I was shirtless and wearing a pair of sweatpants because I was too fucking tired to wear anything else.

"Look who has decided to grace us with their presence."

"Shut up Carl, it's too early for your bullshit." Raven said as she slapped the top of his head.

I shot her a look of gratitude as I sank into my seat and reached for the plate of pancakes.

Carl and Raven were the closest thing to parents for me. Carl was a tough man with huge muscles, around six feet tall but, he was as goofy as a child. Raven was his girlfriend who was hella intimidating. The kohl lined eyes and the floral tattoo on the side of her shaven head made her look fierce. Both of them were in their early thirties and ran the Detroit Central crew.

We three were in a different crew when I was 15 and they really took a liking for me. They taught me everything I know and they are the family that I always came back too.

I dug into my breakfast, eating slowly and savouring the sweetness of the maple syrup.

"Thank god you are atleast eating now." Raven said as she ruffled my hair and turned towards the sink.

I shrugged and Carl picked up the newspaper to read, settling into his seat. Suddenly, the bell rang which had all of our backs becoming as stiff as a rod.

"Were you expecting someone, darlin'?" Raven asked, trying to peak through the windows.

"Don't get up, I'll do it." Carl said as he picked up the gun on the counter and pushed it into the back pocket of his cargo pants.

I was frozen, terrified. I had been very careful in escaping but me being the reckless fool and getting drunk seven ways to Sunday may have tipped them off.

I'm such a colossal dumbass.

I could hear Carl's gruff voice talking but I couldn't peek at the person on the other side of the door. I just sank further into my seat, hoping that it was some lost person and not the FBI.

"Boy this one's for you." He moved aside and the person I least expected to see walked in.

"You look like shit."

"Good morning to you too, asshole." I rolled my eyes.

Colt walked into the kitchen, wearing his trademark leather jackets and dark jeans. His combat boots made a thud sound with each step which made my headache worse.

"Will you be okay, Lo-lo?" Raven asked, her eyes flitting to the jerk standing in her kitchen.

Colt snorted at the nickname but luckily kept his mouth shut.

"Yep Ra. Meet Colt Kaneko. Colt meet Raven and Carl." I spoke at I stood up and put my dirty dishes in the sink.

"Oh you are Kaneko's boy, aren't you?"

"Yes."

"We heard about what went down in LA. Our condolences. He was a great man."

He gave a nod. It was a sore subject for me as well. That night in the alley, I wished I could take it back. I usually am not one to regret what I spew but whatever I said to Kaneko is another burden I'm gonna carry all my life.

"Also heard about your crew busted the Brotherhood? You were the mastermind behind it right?" Carl said as he crossed his arms.

"As much as I would love to take the credit, it was Lexi who came up with the plan." Colt said his eyes darted towards me, gauging my reaction.

"The newbie? Heard she drives like the wind-"

Hearing her name felt like an iron fist clenching my heart. That name will always be the source of my happiness, my cherished memories and my melancholy.

"Colt let's take this to the backyard, shall we?" Logan spoke up, interrupting them.

He walked to the back door and Colt followed him wordlessly. It a sunny day but a cool breeze blew which provided some kind of relief.

I reached to take out two beers from the cooler and handed him one. Colt raised an eyebrow.

"Beer... At ten in the morning?"

I shrugged as I popped the bottle cap off mine. "It's 5pm somewhere else."

"That's true too. Cheers." We clinked the necks of our bottles and took a sip as we sat down on the patio chairs.

I turned towards him. "So what brings you to Detroit?"

"To see your pretty face?" Colt said sarcastically as he rolled his eyes.

I snorted. "Always knew you had a thing for me, pretty boy."

"Always knew that you had an ego the size of Jupiter, dickhead. Some things just don't change."

I sighed. "Can't say the same for me through. Everything is different now."

Surprisingly, Colt didn't mock him. He stared down at the bottle in his hands. "Yeah... I can understand. How are you holding up?" He asked as he turned to face me.

I took a huge gulp of my beer before responding, my eyes staring at the mango tree in my neighbor's back yard.

"Not too good. It's been hard for the last couple of months. Kaneko's death, leaving LA and maintaining a low profile... It's been tough."

Life without Lexi is tough.

"Yeah I can understand. I still imagine pops opening the door to wake me up. And don't get me started on the FBI... bunch of bloodsuckers." He muttered the last part.

I snorted. "I'll drink to that."

"Good thing they are off our backs now." Colt spoke eyeing him from the corner of his eyes.

I scoffed. "Bitch please. They are anything but lazy. They are gonna continue hunting us down till the end of time."

"I meant that we are not the top priorities at the moment. Sure Mona was sent to jail but, a little birdie told me that they are after this 'world class' thief at the moment."

"That's a relief I guess."

"Do you know what this means?" He asked taking another sip of beer.

"It's too early for my brain to function. Come to the point, asshole."

"We are rebuilding the crew, dickhead."

My eyes widened. "No way."

"Yup." He said popping the 'p'. He downed the remainder of his beer before standing up. "I'm done repairing the garage. We have a job in two months and I need a crew for that. I already have Ximena on board and now I'm gonna go over to Toby's."

My mind was swimming. Mercy Park Crew was coming back for good.

I looked up at him, suddenly nervous. "What about Lexi?"

He rolled his eyes. "When I said I'm rebuilding the crew, I also meant recruiting Lexi, dumbass."

Oh god.

She is going to come back.

I was frozen in my place once again. I had often asked myself how I would react if I got the chance to meet her again. I always imagined that I would let out the loudest cheer and dance like a mad man.

But this is reality and my thundering heart was a reminder of that.

"Why are you sitting there with your mouth open like a fish? Go! Get your girl."

And that was it. I rushed to my room, put on some decent clothes and haphazardly stuffed my things into my satchel. Grabbing my keys and yelling a quick good bye to Raven and Carl, I was out and in my 2005 Devore GT.

Reving the engine I took off on the roads of Detroit, heading for the highway.

The window was open and the breeze threaded through my unruly hair, making me feel alive. My hands clutched the wheel and my foot pressed down on the accelerator, speeding through the empty streets.

For the first time, in a very long, the roads which felt like a never ending maze for me, were the very ones which were the path to my freedom.

The path to my happiness.

The path to my Lexi.

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Moonlit Masquerade: Sandcastles

Pt 6 of the Moonlit Masquerade Series

It’s Monday after lunch and Luz is trying to coerce her locker into spitting out her books. Beast keeping doesn’t usually require any, it’s more hands on learning, like how to properly feed a baby chimera or how to pull infected or molting scales of a hydra without the other heads eating you. Her afternoon potions class on the other hand requires several, it's arguably one of the more technical and dangerous tracks… in regards to consequences for the user if you mess up anyway. Or in some cases, the whole class. It wasn’t uncommon for the potions hall to be evacuated because someone mixed something with the wrong thing.

“Just give me the book!” She shakes her fists at the creature as it glares down at her, growling. She growls back and the creature only grumbles at her before it finally opens its mouth and she pulls the book out with a yank and gives it the stink eye.

“Give that locker what for!”

“You sure showed it.” A pair of familiar voices laugh and Luz turns to find the Blight twins standing behind her grinning.

“Oh, hey guys, what’s up?” She knows the twins well enough after two months of dating their sister that they are here for a reason. Everything they do has a purpose, even if that purpose is just to get a laugh or mercilessly tease Amity.

“It’s about Amity,” Emira starts.

“We need your help,” Edric finishes, and both twins look so uncharacteristically serious that her mind jumps to the worst possible conclusions.

“What is it, what’s wrong!?” She drops her book, eyes wide as they switch wildly between the two older teens. The twins jerk, realizing that maybe they came off a little too serious, but for once they are serious.

“Whoa, whoa, nothing is wrong.” Emira holds up her hands to calm her.

“Yeah, everything is fine.” Edric sets a reassuring hand on her shoulder.

“You looked so serious, you scared me…” Luz holds a hand over her rapidly beating heart. It was too early in the week for this. Usually something terrifying didn’t happen until at least Wednesday…

“Sorry,” Edric chuckles. “This is serious, just not…,” he trails off.

“The life threatening kind of serious you’re used to getting yourself into…,” Emira finishes for him with a laugh.

“Oh, well, what is it?”

“Well, you know this Saturday is Mittens birthday…," Edric starts.

“What!?” Luz is panicked again, but now for a very different reason. “I didn’t know this weekend was her birthday!”

“Really?” the twins ask in unison.

“She’s never said anything…” Luz’s words are muffled as she drags her hands down her cheeks. What kind of girlfriend is she when she doesn’t know when Amity’s birthday is?!

The twins share a glance, before turning back to the internally… and outwardly panicking human.

“This is why we need your help,” Edric says.

“Huh?” Luz looks between them.

The two glance around the hall and finding it’s mostly empty, turn back to her.

“We know that Amity tells you everything, like about…” Emira makes a face, hesitating, but Edric doesn’t.

“Our family, we know she’s talked to you about our messed up family,” he says quietly with a frown.

“Oh…” Luz says. “yeah...” She nods.

“Well, then we shouldn’t need to tell you that our birthdays are used so that our parents…”

“Mom,” Emira coughs into her hand, as though trying to cover up the word.

“... use our birthday parties to show off to their work friends and acquaintances… it’s not really about us…” The older boy crosses his arms and frowns. Emira shares a similar look.

It makes sense to her, of course she knew Amity wasn’t the only one just trying to get by living under her mother’s thumb, but she never expected the twins to even mention it to her.

“So, they usually suck and the guest list is full of people important to them and their work, not us, and isn’t even usually on our birthdays, just close enough to it that works with their schedules…” Emira also crosses her arms and the bitterness in her voice is clear to Luz as Amity’s had been and she feels for all the Blight siblings, she really does.

“The fact that Amity didn’t even tell YOU about her birthday? Yeah, I think that says it all,” Edric says. “We had Amity’s ‘party’...” he finger quotes and rolls his eyes. “...Sunday, but this coming Saturday is her actual birthday…”

“We have a plan to celebrate.” Emira grins at her. “...and we need your help.” she points at Luz with a grin.

“I’m in!” Luz jumps, pumping a fist. She doesn’t even need to know what the twins are planning or what she needs to do, she’ll do it! Anything to make Amity’s birthday special for the first time since she was a kid.

Both twins grin brightly at her. They know the surefire way to ensure their sister has an actually happy birthday is to get her girlfriend involved. The two have been watching carefully over the last two months, and Amity is the happiest they can ever remember her being since their parents made her stop being friends with Willow, and they know it’s because of Luz.

“So what’s the plan?” Luz looks between the two.

“We’ve been extra good and diligent in our studies the last two weeks…,” Edric says, holding his clasped hands to his cheeks and bats his eyes.

“No pranks of anything…” Emira follows his lead.

“So that we could ask our parents’ to let us take Mittens, and use the beach house this weekend while their out of town again on business, and they said yes.” Edric is grinning

“What they don’t know is that we’re going to be throwing Mittens a surprise birthday party there.” Emira grins too.

"There's no school Friday, so it'll be a whole weekend long bash. We'll get there Friday afternoon and leave the same time Sunday," Edric explains their plan.

“That sounds awesome!” Luz grins, bouncing with excitement.

"We're glad you think so, we need your help with some of the planning," Edric says.

"Whatever you need, I am on it!" Luz hooks her thumb into her chest. She is determined to help make this the best birthday Amity has ever had.

"We figured you know who she hangs out with best, so we thought we'd leave who to invite to you." Emira smiles, setting a hand on her hip.

"Well…," Luz trails off thinking. "She only really ever hangs out with me Gus and Willow…," she screws up her mouth thinking.

Amity has all but abandoned Boscha and her crew, which is for the better she thinks.

"Then just invite them." Edric shrugs.

"Yeah, it doesn't have to be a big party, with a bunch of people that are hardly even acquaintances. Mittens had plenty of that Sunday." Emira rolls her eyes.

"Okay, I'll talk to them." Luz nods.

"Great, one more thing. We're putting you in charge of the cake. Me and Ed will take care of feeding everyone for the weekend and all the little things."

"Think you can handle it?" He leans forward with a teasing grin.

"I won't let you or Amity down!" Luz declares and then the bell is screaming.

"Alright, well we better get to class, we’ll message you the details. See ya, Luz." The twins wave as they walk off toward the illusion track hall.

Luz hurries to potions as she pulls out her scroll and sends a message in her Willow and Gus's group chat with the twins plan before switching it over to her and Amity's private one and sends her a quick message that she won't be able to hang out after school. Eda needs her home, which, yeah, is a lie, but it's for a good cause!

It's hard to concentrate on her potions work when her mind is buzzing with thoughts of the coming weekend.

The cake is arguably one of the most important things and the twins put her in charge of it. She already knows what she needs to do.

When the teacher is preoccupied she checks her scroll to find both Willow And Gus have sent back enthusiastic yeses to the invitations. While she's looking at the scroll it makes a quiet 'ping' and a message pops to the top, from Amity.

"Okay, I'll see you in class tomorrow."

Luz grins at her phone as she types back a response.

"Oh, texting in class… that's not very 'top student' behavior, Miss Blight."

It only takes a few seconds for a reply to come in.

"Look who's talking."

Luz grins to herself and starts tapping.

Across the school in the abomination track hall Amity has her book held up to cover her scroll, waiting for Luz's reply that she's sure is coming.

"I've never, in any world, claimed to be the top student, maybe the middle."

Amity rolls her eyes but before she can reply another message comes in.

"But I'll happily settle for dating the smartest girl in school. <3"

Amity's face pinks and she hunkers down farther behind her book as the teacher drones on about the proper stance for abomination summoning. Something she's already covered in her personal time.

Luz is quite pleased with herself, knowing by the long pause that somewhere, on the other side of the school, Amity is probably turning a pretty shade of pink.

She's just about to put her scroll away when it pings again, the quiet sound unnoticeable over all the boiling potions in class.

She taps the message and reads, and now it's her turn to turn color.

"Then I guess I'll just have to content myself with dating the sweetest girl in school. See you tomorrow, xoxo"

As her face burns, Luz both loves and regrets teaching Amity human texting lingo. The girl is going to kill her, and right in the middle of class.

When the final bell sounds for the day Luz makes a straight shot for the owl house. She would have gone straight to town to do what she needs to do but she doesn't have any money on her.

She says quick hellos to everyone as she runs by, going straight to her room and changing before taking some snails out of the small savings jars she started. More often than not Eda's potion clients tip her when she brings their deliveries, and she's started to hold onto it. Eda calls it her 'date money jar’ and Luz can't really argue with that. She mostly uses it when she and Amity go on dates, which, since they can't be seen together very often out in town by themselves, lest someone they know from school see them, she rarely dips into it.

This is a special occasion though, and she's spending it on Amity anyway.

Money firmly in her pocket she hurries back down the stairs and shoots out the door with a call that she's going to town and will be back before dinner.

Leaves crunch under her feet as she runs down the path to town.

Luz has learned that Amity actually has quite the sweet tooth, but one thing she likes more than anything is treats made out of thornberries.

She rounds the corner to stop in front of Amity's favorite bakery and freezes, stomach dropping.

It's closed and a sign hangs in the window.

'gone on vacation, back in two weeks.'

The date on the bottom is from yesterday to well after Amity's birthday.

"Now what am I gonna do?" she mumbles to herself. There aren't any other bakeries in Bonesburough that sell Thornberry baked goods.

She goes home, dejected.

Hooty tries to talk to her but she just nods to whatever he's rambling about as she walks into the house.

Luz walks into the kitchen and plops into a chair at the table next to Lilith, who's is flipping through a book and sighs.

"Hey, kid, what's got you lookin like someone died?" Eda looks up at her as she mixes potions on the counter.

She sighs again and explains how the twins had approached her after lunch.

"Bakery's closed, huh? Tough luck," Eda says, pouring some things into the pot and Luz watches her for a minute before she has an idea.

"Maybe I could bake a cake?" She sits up.

"Sure, why not." Eda shrugs. "Kitchens yours to use if you want."

"Can you help me?" she asks and Eda grimaces.

"Eh, you'd probably be better off on your own, I was never much of a baker," she admits.

Lilith snorts, finally looking up from her book.

"That's putting it mildly. When we were girls you almost burned down the kitchen trying to make bramblewheat bread."

"Happens." Eda shrugged, turning back to her pot. "You'd be better off asking Lilly, she was the baker."

Luz turns to the other Clawthorne sister with wide eyes.

"You bake?" she asks, wonder coloring her words.

"I... dabbled a little when I was younger, she admits and Eda snorts from across the room.

"When we were kids she used to enter baking competitions all the time, and won quite a few of them too, cakes were your specialty." She directs the last part at Lilith, whose face colors a little at the words.

"Can you help me?"

Lilith looks at the child who is looking at her with large, pleading eyes and knows she can't refuse. Mostly because she knows that she still has atonements to make to both her sister and Luz for what she did to them, and she has grown fond of Luz, but the look is hard to ignore too. Like a cerberus puppy.

Eda is grinning to herself from the other side of the kitchen, knowing that her sister isn't going to refuse.

"Very well. What kind of cake did you have in mind?"

"Thornberry" Luz answers immediately and Lilith cocks a brow at that.

"An unusual choice…," she hums, tapping her index finger to her chin as she regards Luz.

"Thornberry is Amity's favorite. When we go to the bakery she always gets Thornberry tarts or muffins," she explains and Lilith hums, thinking.

"We can make a thornberry cake… but you won't find them in town. It's not something people commonly use, the Redstone bakery is famous for them for that reason. We would have to go and pick them ourselves," she explains.

"Okay, where do I need to go," she asks and Lilith chuckles..

"I'm afraid this won't be a quick jaunt to a nearby section of the woods. Thornberrys grow only on the knee."

"Oh..."

"If thornberries are what you want we will have to leave first thing in the morning for the knee." Lilith declares.

"I have school tomorrow…," Luz starts, but Eda snorts.

"Pfft, school, schmool. That can wait." Eda waves a hand.

"While I also believe your education is important…," Lilith begins, pointedly looking at Eda out of the corner of her eye. "We will need to prepare the berries which can take a few days, and you only have until Friday morning; it will have to be tomorrow.."

Tomorrow is Tuesday, she has abominations on Tuesday with Amity, but this is for Amity, and there will be other Tuesdays. It doesn't take more than a second for Luz to decide.

"We leave at dawn!" Luz proclaimed, thrusting her fist into the air.

"That's my girl!" Eda points at her with a grin and Lilith rolls her eyes but can't help but smile at the two.

They leave at dawn the next day, much to Luz's chagrin.

She hadn't meant literally… she'd just really always wanted to say that…

The ride on Lilith’s staff is chilly and the knees biting winter like winds bite at her face.

On the way she sends Amity an apologetic text, saying that Eda needed her to go with her to gather ingredients for potions.

She can tell by the short return text that she's disappointed, but it's for a good cause. Luz is going to do whatever she needs to do to make sure her girlfriend has the best birthday possible, come hell or high water.

The knee is even colder than she remembers now that fall has begun to settle over the Isles.

She and Lilith track through the woods in knee deep snow, foraging.

"Thornberries are oblong, dark red with black stems and leaves and covered in thorns; they only grow in this area of the knee," Lilith tells her as they search the woods for the elusive bushes.

"Red berries, black leaves…," Luz repeats to herself as she weeds through the underbrush of the forest, weaving between the trees, leaving no bush or rock unturned.

They search for two hours, but so far they have nothing to show for their efforts other than red ears and noses from being exposed to the cold.

Luz sighs to herself frustrated. She hasn’t seen one single red berry or even a hint of the black plant.

Lilith keeps searching ahead of them While Luz turns to search another section of trees, splitting up to cover more ground seems like the logical thing to do.

She shoves her way through some scraggly, thorny plants, though not the ones she’s looking for, muttering under her breath. Her nose is numb and her cheeks feel raw, buffeted by the cold winds of the knee.

She shoves some tall bushes out of her way and glances around, freezing at the sight in front of her.

About twenty yards away, is a small field full of black plants with shiny red berries.

And sleeping curled up in the snow near them, is a Slitherbeast, snoring loudly.

Stiffly, with eyes wide, Luz backs out of the bushes.

“Lilith… Lilith!” She hisses in a loud whisper over her shoulder, but stops. There is no way Lilith is going to allow them to pick berries so close to a sleeping Slitherbeast.

Luz frowns, fist tightening on the empty burlap sacks in her hand.

She needs those berries…

Luz swallows thickly, mouth suddenly dry as she quietly pushes through the bushes and with the slowest, most careful steps she’s ever taken, makes her way over to the plants. She glances at the Slitherbeast, still snoring peacefully as she crouches down, wincing at the sound of the snow crunching under her boots as she does. She doesn’t think her heartbeat has ever been as loud as it is right now, A heavy staccato rhythm in her ears.

With careful fingers she begins pulling berries off the plant as quickly and quietly as she can. When this one is picked clean she moves to the next and repeats the process, glancing over at the sleeping creature every minute or so. She’s not paying attention for a second and thorns dig into her bare fingertips.

“Ow!” She yelps and immediately slaps her mouth shut, eyes whipping to the Slitherbeast, its snoring hitches for a moment before returning to evenness and Luz breathes a silent sigh of relief before she goes back to collecting berries as fast as she can.

One of her bags is full, a second is nearly full, and she’s picked about half the bushes clean. She has no idea how many they need and if she’s going to put herself in mortal danger for this she may as well go for broke.

“Luz!” Lilith’s voice cuts through the trees and Luz freezes.

The bushes begin to rustle and Luz whips around in time to see Lilith break through the line of underbrush.

She freezes upon seeing the Slitherbeast, still sleeping nearby and looks between it and Luz, eyes wide before an outraged look comes over her face and she silently points down at the ground in front of her.

The message is clear.

'get over here!'

Luz tiptoes with her bags of berries carefully over to Lilith, but a rock, covered in snow is her undoing.

She can't help but call out as she slips and tumbles face forward into the snow and something else if the pain they erupts from her forehead is anything to go by.

A screeching roar makes her jump up much more quickly than normal and grab her bags, hightailing it toward Lilith, who is now flying toward her on her staff.

Luz jumps on, almost over shooting it and flinging herself over the staff, but a hand fisted into the back of her coat steadies her as they fly away from the Slitherbeast that gives up on chasing them after only a few seconds.

"Whew, that was close…," she breathes.

"What were you thinking?!" Lilith is scowling at her over her shoulder. "That creature could have easily killed you."

"I needed the berries!" Luz yelped, holding up the two filled sacs.

"Ugh..." Lilith slapped a hand to her forehead as they flew away from the knee. She turned back to say something else but saw the blood running down Luz's face from her forehead. It seemed like quite a bit of blood.

"Your bleeding…"

"Huh?" Luz reached up and winced as her fingers touched her forehead over her left eye. She winced and pulled her hand away to find her fingertips covered in blood.

"Well that's not good…”

Lilith pushes her staff faster toward home.

Eda is not pleased when they get back and blood has dripped down half of Luz’s face though she doesn’t seem to be suffering or badly hurt.

They clean off her face and it’s a decent cut, but nothing serious. Luz just shrugs and explains that forehead cuts just bleed a lot, at least on humans.

Eda slaps a white gauze bandage on her forehead and calls it good. Luz hurries to the kitchen where Lilith is washing the bags of berries.

“What do we do first?” Luz looks up at Lilith as she finishes washing them.

“First, you dry these,” she instructs, handing Luz the large bowl full of them. "We’re going to cook them down into jam to use between the layers of cake.

"How do you make jam?" Luz asked, looking up from the wet, shiny, red fruit to gaze at Lilith, brown eyes wide with wonder and the elder Clawthorne sister can't help but smile.

"I'll show you."

The rest of the day is spent making and canning jars of thornberry jam and talking about baking and magic.

Eda is her magical mentor, but Lilith knows more, even if Eda was more powerful by Lilith's own admission, she actually finished school and her years in the emperor's coven had given her access to the castle's vast library full of books about all manner of magic.

She can better explain the theory and technicalities of certain magics better than Eda could.

She has a precise and easy way of explaining things that reminds her of Amity, which makes sense, Amity used to study under Lilith; though now they hardly speak.

Amity had to come clean shortly after their month anniversary about having come to speak to Lilith that day in the market one day when Luz suggested they hang out with the elder Clawthorne for some magical tutoring.

She still hasn't forgiven Lilith for what she'd done to her or to Luz. She knew Lilith was trying, but she wasn't ready to forgive.

She wasn't sure how her girlfriend would feel about it, but Luz said as much to Lilith who listens quietly, intently, frowning, and when Luz is done she just nods knowingly.

"Amity is a proud girl, and after you told us about her family life it’s easy to understand why she can't forgive me," she finally says, accepting, and Luz frowns.

"But you're trying!" Luz argues." She respects her girlfriend's feelings, but seeing Amity upset about her old mentor doesn't make sense to Luz when it's so obvious that Lilith wants to make amends and do better. "I forgave you, and you kidnapped and tried to kill me!" She throws up her hands. Both sisters make uncomfortable faces at that.

"You are…" Lilith hesitates.

"You're a freak of nature when it comes to kindness, Kid," Eda says. "Almost no one is as kind as you, and even most people who are would have a hard time forgiving someone who tried to make a shish kabob out of them." Eda adds her two snails from the kitchen table where she's drinking apple blood out of her 'thirty & flirty' mug and Lilith makes a face but doesn't argue. "Your girlfriend has trust issues with adults,” she says, taking a loud slurp from the cup. "Just look at what you're doing, the look-alikes are having to throw her a completely separate and secret birthday party because their parents use theirs for influence-mongering," Eda growls.

She might give them a hard time and tease them, but Luz knows Eda likes Amity, and is becoming just as protective of her girlfriend as she is of Luz.

Lilith nods.

"Amity is accustomed to being betrayed, manipulated and lied to by the people she is supposed to be able to trust. I broke her trust, so earning it back will take time and work on my part." She then smiles at Luz and hesitates a moment before reaching out to pat the girl's head. "I know you have forgiven me, but I do not yet feel I have earned that forgiveness, and until I do, I will work to earn hers and be worthy of yours. Yours, Amity's and…" Her dual colored eyes flicker over Luz's head to where Eda is sitting at the kitchen table, watching silently with the same eyes.

Whatever long talks the sisters have had about this subject, Luz has not been privy to, and for once she knows better than to ask. Sometimes, things are still quite tense between the two and Luz can't tell what is just sibling bickering or… something else.

"...this is something I must do." Lilith picks up where she left off.

"But I…," she starts.

"That's enough, Luz." Eda's unusually serious voice cuts her off and Luz hunkers down.

"Okay…," she mumbles. Lilith smiles and pats her head again.

"If someday, Amity would like to learn from me again I would be glad to teach her. She has incredible potential and is a very apt and studious girl." Lilith shifts the conversation back to a topic that is always a surefire way to perk Luz up and keep her talking; her girlfriend.

"I know… she was upset last week when she got a A- on our abominations test... I'd kill for a C in abominations!" Luz throws up her hands in exasperation.

"Eh, you'll figure it out before you know it, and then those ugly, goopy things will be all over the house," Eda huffs with a wave of her hand.

"I agree." Lilith nods and Luz looks up at her, surprised. "You don't have an inherent affinity for magic, but where you are naturally lacking you make up for in tenacity and ingenuity." She smiles down at her.

"That's what makes you better, Kid. You work for it," Eda agrees with a grin.

Luz can't help but grin too at the praise.

They finish turning all the berries save a few into jam and store them in the fridge. They need to sit for a couple of days.

One thing they do have in the Isles that Luz is familiar with, oddly enough, is vanilla and it far more readily available then thornberries. They decide to make the layers of the cake vanilla with thornberry jam on top and between the layers.

With the cake well on it’s way Luz only has one thing left to do.

She needs to figure out just what exactly she’s going to give Amity for her birthday.

#Moonlit Masquerade #lumity #Luz Noceda #Amity Blight #Eda Clawthorne #lilith clawthorne #Edric Blight #Emira Blight #fic #toh #the owl house

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Batarou Headcanon - a Stuffed Wolf and an Old Photobook by: Little1993lamb to: Lilia / @hiro-gari

Word count: 2298 Warning: Some kissing scenes and a mention of making out, but nothing explicit.

Hello again! I’m back with more small Batarou headcanon~ 😁✨

This time I decided to write little fluffy hc for both of them, because lately I feel down more often than usual and thinking maybe some comfort writing about these secretly softie boyfriends will help 😅💦

Hope you enjoyed my little headcanon! 😉💕

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One day when Badd was cleaning Garou’s stuff boxes in attic room that he brought after the former fugitive moved into Badd’s house, he found an old mini album contained Garou’s childhood photos along with a small fluffy stuffed white wolf doll.

It was a big old fashioned photoalbum book, already became dusty from being in the storage box for a long time.

Then Badd inspected the fluffy stuffed wolf, it was still in pretty good condition as it seems someone cared enough to keep the doll from any damage. Clearly a precious gift from an important person of Garou.

When he looked it closer, the stuffed wolf is kinda adorable, too. The white fur was very fluffy, if it washed properly probably would be fluffier than its current condition. This stuffed wolf even has tiny golden beady eyes and that “ :3 ” smile on its muzzle.

‘Just like the owner of the doll’, Badd chuckled lightly by the thought. He was amused about this fact. Maybe after the entire attic cleaning has finished, he would do some quick laundry to clean up the stuffed wolf before giving it back to his handsome boyfriend.

Putting the cute stuffed wolf doll aside, Badd opened the dusty photo album.

On inside, page by page, he found alot of tiny Garou pictures, from the time he was a little baby in his mom’s craddle, his toddler days with both of his parents, until the beginning of his elementary school years. The photos were put in right order so Badd could recognized the progress of Garou’s growing up stage in a couple of years.

He didn’t know that Garou used to be a sweet looking kid, very different from what he’s like in present time. Nothing like a naughty brat or delinquent boy like Badd has imagined before, nothing at all. By seeing these picture, he figured out that Garou was a normal child, with a little bit of timid nature. So different with what Garou was currently: the confident extra dramatic feral wolfboy.

And Badd noticed the photo collections amount were diminished after Garou entered elementary school, and had completely stopped once Garou graduated the elementary school. He wondered what happened to Garou during that time.

Still curious, Badd cleaned up the dusty photoalbum and then carried it with him so he could show the album to his boyfriend. Not forgetting to also bringing the stuffed wolf doll in, he put it on the laundy as he would clean it later. After that, Badd went on searching his missing boyfriend.

He found Garou lazily lounging on top of the couch with Tama in the living room, casually watching tv while drinking cola. Once Garou noticed Badd’s presence, his eyes twinkled and he grinned widely. He patted the seat beside him so the young hero would sit together with him.

Badd approached Garou, accepting his invitation to sit beside him. He was coming into welcoming arms of his boyfriend and then leaned his head on the wolfboy’s chest, enjoying the warmth of his embrace. Before Garou shifted his attention back to the tv show, he saw Badd still craddling a big old photoalbum that seemed very familiar to him. He asked Badd where did he find that thing.

Badd carefully answered that he just cleaned the attic along with Garou’s old stuff, then he accidentally stumbled into his childhood memento. He had seen the photoalbum contents and wanted to give it back to Garou, probably they can salvaged the old photos and placed them into their newer photobook along with Badd’s own childhood photos.

Garou seems agreed with Badd’s suggestion, he let him do what he wanted. But Badd still curious about one thing: it’s about Garou’s past. From what Badd knows, ever since Garou moved in, he hasn’t tell Badd about his past before the hero hunting days. Wanna asked about the matters, but he afraid Garou still not ready to be more open with him.

That’s why Badd wont ask Garou something he wasn’t comfortable enough to tell.

Garou was contemplating himself, should he tell about his horrible past to Badd or not? But Garou knows Badd wont judged him no matter what happen, hopefully Badd would also understand him. Besides, they’re already giving mutual trust for each other even before they started dating. It made Garou feels very grateful to be together with Badd.

Prepared to spill the truth behind his past, Garou took a deep breath then gazed tenderly at Badd’s face for a moment, before proceeding to tell his childhood experiences.

After Garou telling Badd all of what happened to him that made him changed, Badd said, “You should look at my childhood photos, I was more like a punk kid than I am now. Besides, we could have been bestfriends, maybe with that I could protected you from any mean kids and scared them away from you”, while holding Garou in a comforting hug. In which Garou reciprocated in by enveloping the smaller body into his arms, hiding his face on Badd’s neck.

Badd continued, “I’m so sorry that I wasn’t there for you back then, if I could turned back the time I would absolutely become your friend. So you wont be alone”, he tightened his hold onto Garou’s back. “But now you have me, we could make many happy or silly memories together as much as possible from this day on”.

Badd finished it with a gentle ruffle on Garou’s fluffy spiky hair, then kissed his cheek softly for a brief second while still holding Garou tightly.

Garou was a bit teary during listening to Badd’s heartwarming speech. He didn’t expect that one day he would be receiving those genuine reassurement words, something he desperately yearned back then years ago when he was a lonely bullied kid.

Garou wished that he could meet Badd much earlier in his life, and wished that their actual meeting between them wouldn’t be in a silly fight which was almost resulted in life-or-death situation. But of course both of them couldn’t rewind the time to make it happened.

Badd was right, the least they could do is to create many memories together and live their life the best, enjoyed it to the fullest. Maybe it wont be perfect, but as long as they’re happy then it’s alright.

Only the cheery voices from tv show and purring sounds of Tama were heard in the background. All was forgotten at the time Garou and Badd giving deep loving affections for eachother in a tight, warm embrace.

Drowned by the comfortable and relieved feeling of having someone who cares about the other dearly, everything else was just unimportant white noises for them both.

At some point Garou also shared some sweet and soft kisses for his beautiful kindhearted lover, to show how much he feels grateful to be with Badd right now, tomorrow, and for years later. For forever, as long as he still breathing.

And in return, Badd also giving the same amount of affectionate gestures for his beloved purehearted lover, by planted deep passionate kisses on his lips, whispered sweet nothings which also reassuring love vow into Garou’s ear.

This time Garou deserved to be pampered as Badd will gives permission for his boyfriend to do anything he likes, while Badd still showered him with love he has for Garou. Maybe tonight would be an interesting romantic night, considering Zenko was currently having sleepover in her bestfriend’s house so Badd could have private night with Garou.

But for now, Badd let Garou holds him in his arms, enjoying their sweet intimate moment. Purring softly in content on Garou’s chest mimicking what Tama usually does, Badd closed his sleepy eyes.

Taking a little nap together on lazy Sunday afternoon sounds not bad..

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The next day after Badd coming home from Hero Association’s boring monthly meeting, Garou and him, with a generous help from Zenko, rearranging their childhood photos and placed them in a newer family photobook. They cleaned up the photo papers to make sure they wont get damaged by the dust or moths before putting them inside the new album.

Some of good pictures of Garou’s and Badd’s childhood years were being made into small collages and framed onto their bedroom’s wall. Made it seems believable, like they were actual childhood bestfriends who spent their life together since beginning. Decorated beautifully by Zenko, of course, because these two hopeless boys don’t have good aesthetic sense.

Badd promised Garou and Zenko that they will takes photos of any of their good events from now on, then collected them to save in their family photobooks. So they will have their happy moments documented throughout the time.

About the stuffed doll, Badd also digging up his own storage box and found his old handmade kitty plushy doll. It was his late mom’s handmade doll as Badd’s 5th birthday present. After he washed up the two stuffed animals, Badd placed them on top of their bed.

The adorable stuffed white wolf and the cute tuxedo kitten plushy doll, standing side-by-side together neatly on top of Garou’s and Badd’s pillows. They looked exactly just like their owners, and they’re also together now.

Badd felt so proud of his works, both for the framed photos on the wall (mostly he credited the design to his amazing lil sis!) and the decoration dolls on their bed. Garou was chuckling when he saw Badd like that, glad that his hero boyfriend had done all of it just to make Garou happy.

Garou went to hug Badd from behind, entrapped the smaller man inside loving embrace, in which Badd responded with approved humm as he leaned back into Garou’s warmth. Happy that Garou appreciated his effort.

Then Garou put his chin on Badd’s shoulder and snuggling him, while sneakily saying “Thank you, babe~” so softly into his ear. Complete with (un)necessary biting on Badd’s earlobe that made the young hero blushing brightly and elbowed the laughing wolfboy on his sternum.

The friendly bickering and light manhandling between them quickly turned into a brief steamy making out session on the bed. They were ready to escalate it further more, before repeated hard knocking from outside the bedroom door by Zenko stopped them in track, calling both of them to prepare the dinner meal.

With a teasing smile, Badd told Garou that they should continue it later after they all have dinner together. He gave a soft peck on his boyfriend’s lips, then he immediately got up to answer Zenko’s call. If Garou were really a wolf, he absolutely would joyfully wagging his fluffy tail at the moment while following Badd along towards the kitchen like a lovestrucked puppy.

Meal preparing and their family dinner went normal as usual, but Badd could feel a pair of bright golden eyes always gazing at him with much tenderness whenever Garou thought Badd didn’t noticed him doing that. He just replied it with a soft smile towards his lover.

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Later at night, when both of them were ready to sleep, Badd saw Garou reaching for the stuffed white wolf and craddled it on his chest. He closed his eyes while caressing the doll with gentleness, like it was a precious rare treasure. Badd thought for a moment, Garou looked like a small innocent child like that.

Badd understand what Garou just did, it was because the doll was the last thing he got from his late mother, a present that was given for kid Garou before her death. He clearly missed his mom but haven’t got a time to reminisce the memories of her, at least until now.

Same as him, Badd himself also not too much showing his emotional burden and weakness to people after the death of his parents. Even to Zenko, because he must be strong brother for her despite he was also hurting inside, but haven’t found someone who was willing to lend their shoulder for Badd to lean on, to seek comfort at, and to help him released his bottled up emotions.

But then Garou comes into his life, slowly giving his trust and warmed up to him. Eventually he was offering Badd a chance to opened up his hidden burden as a hero and as a person, despite Garou himself still keeping his hurtful memories.

That’s why Badd also wanted to return his favor by giving him lots of happiness that Garou. That eventhough he has awful past, he still deserved to received more joyful things in his life. And Badd was more than happy to do all of it, anything to make Garou smiling genuinely more often.

Felt the sleepiness has been catching on him, Badd also grabbing his own kitten plushy doll and hugging it dearly on his chest. It’s been so long not to sleep with the doll, especially after the tragic day because it would hurt him.

Now that Badd has already found his own happiness, he could thinking his memories of his mother calmly. Not the painful one anymore but the blissful one. He still missed his father and mother so bad, of course. But he hoped their parents already in peace together in heaven. Maybe they were watching him from above there now?

Bringing the cozy blanket with him, Badd shifted closer towards Garou so his lover would cuddle him. By the instinct, the sleepy Garou put his arm around Badd and pulling him more closer until Badd could rest his head near Garou’s chest. Purring contently, Badd snuggled against the hard pecs, feeling safe and comfort already.

Both of them have a good sleep and nice dream that night in eachother’s arms. The stuffed white wolf and tuxedo kitten plushy could be found between their sleeping figures..

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🐺 THE END 🐱

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Notes:

Honestly I feel this very cheesy but I couldn’t help it, forgive me for the OOC-ness I’m so sorry! 😅💦

Also Lilia, if you noticed, this headcanon was actually based on your Garou headcanon and our small convos about it here: •https://hiro-gari.tumblr.com/post/636445859688677376/what-if-garou-has-a-box-of-his-old-stuff-still •https://hiro-gari.tumblr.com/post/636531124727889920/what-if-after-garou-was-gone-from-bangs-dojo-and •https://hiro-gari.tumblr.com/post/636579523086958592/little-garou-with-a-stuffed-wolf-thats-so

Because I like the imagery, I tried to make a little writing from our shared headcanons. Hopefully you don’t mind it 😆💕

And I also combined those ideas with my older headcanon which I sent for @the-goddessfighter last year in here (please check out her amazing illustration for it, it’s lovely! 💖): https://the-goddessfighter.tumblr.com/post/629479209492987904/part-1-badd-was-cleaning-off-his-attic-when-he

So how was it, do you like this headcanon? 👀✨

Before I ended this note, I wanted to say sorry if my writing seems boring or uninovated, because I only rewrite/recycled the old hcs without being able to write newly fresh ones 😢😞 Or that I always writing Batarou waaaah I’m so sorry that I’ve been clogging your Garou simp blog with my submissions, I must apologize to your followers, too, forgive me– *bowing profusely* 😭🙏💦

Nowadays I’ve been slowly losing my confidence to write, because I don’t know if my works is good enough or not. Maybe I’m not good enough, but I’m very grateful for anyone who still willing to read these messy writings of mine. Thank you guys, your supports are encouraging me to keep going! I will try my best :“”)

Like usual, many thanks always being given for: @hiro-gari, @the-goddessfighter, @kaincuro, @guby1620, @garous-nipple, @jusqu-une-etudiante, and @lovelybutnot-ablankcanvas, and of course all of Batarou shippers in the fandom! Thank you, I love you all~ 😭💕💖

Hope you guys have many great days, thank you~ 😚😘❤💜💙💖💝🌸🌻💐

-Little1993lamb-

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~Lilia:

aaahhH OMG our little wolf convo ;~; I’m so honored it could help inspire this beautifully nostalgic and emotional headcanon the “if I could turned back the time I would absolutely become your friend” really hit me like a bus I’ve got real tears in my eyes

It makes me so happy to imagine them having each other now, a steady support to lean on in their chaotic lives, and finally putting all those bitter memories to rest ♡

#LISTEN #I am ALWAYS honored to receive these from you!!#it’s a garou simp blog and badd’s invited too #everyone simp garou!!!#maybe it doesn’t make sense but garou being happy is my real kink 😅#anyways thank you soso much for sending me this I love it!!!#you and the batarou shippers on here bring me so much joy :')#ilysm #submission #anon #batarou #garou #metal bat

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