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“It depends entirely on how you look at it, I guess,” Stiles shrugs. “On the one hand, instant healing and the apparently inherited ability to pull off leather at all times. On the other, serious attitude problems and a suspicious disappearance of eyebrows.”
“Even Derek’s?” Danny snorts, “that’s a lot of eyebrow to lose.”
“I know,” Stiles agrees. “You should see, it’s so weird. Every time I want to ask him where they go, except he’d totally eat my face off.”
“There are worse ways to die.”
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22 Mar 2022
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“Granny, you’re like magic! Can you make anything?” Reki asks her. “Can you make these too?” He shows her the sketches of cool superhero hoodies he’s been doodling lately.
“Of course, I can. What do you think I do all day?” Granny winks before she shows him what fabric she uses and for what.
10 times Reki made clothes for the people he loves. 1 time everyone made him something in return. Oneshot.
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22 Dec 2021
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Reki never thought there would be anything he enjoyed as much as skateboarding, but this whole experience is a close second and has brought upon two new realizations.
One – as much as he likes cooking and found fun in it, he loves making Langa smile way more.
Two – he really, really likes Langa.
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There's a saying that the way to a man's heart is through his stomach. So, Reki learns to cook.
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11 Dec 2021
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For what seems the first time in forever, he looks at Reki. He looks like a stranger. He looks like someone Reki could grow to be (and isn't that terrifying?)
He looks like he doesn't know what to say to his own son.
The man called Dad hesitates, hand twitching (for the car or for Reki?)
Then he turns away and murmurs, "Don't cry, son. Tears are for the weak. Men don't cry."
Those are the last words he says before he drives off, leaving Reki behind in the driveway.
It's hard knowing how to be a good person with a busy mom, a dad who left you, and an awkward stepdad. Or Reki tries his best and the lessons he learns from father-figures, brother-figures, and dear friends along the way. Threeshot.
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08 Dec 2021