#i've just become a little chicken as i've gotten older

[ficoandleo]

Leo posted a Tiktok! The description says "I've gotten a few of these again, so here's a reminder lol"

The video appears to take place in an apartment, so clearly from sometime before he came to Darkwick. The quality is a little lower too, perhaps filmed on a slightly older phone. The camera follows Leo's socked feet as he walks across the floor, then pans up to Sho's back where he's sorting some ingredients. Leo starts to speak while walking up to him.

"Sho~chan!"

"What is it." Sho doesn't even look up.

"What'cha makin'?" That makes Sho look up, eyebrow raised.

"Did you forget what you asked me to--" It takes him a moment to process the way Leo's holding his phone. "What're you doing?"

"I was gonna record you making me lunch for a video!"

"The hell you are." Sho returns to the food, beginning to wash vegetables. "You're not gonna be in here while I'm cooking, we've been over this."

"Aw, c'mon, my kitchen's bigger than the one at your house!"

"Space ain't the problem. Outta my kitchen."

"Uh, this is my apartment?"

"Yeah. And while I'm cooking your meals this is my kitchen. Out." Sho glowers over his shoulder and the camera flips back to Leo pouting, then turning and leaving. Over his shoulder the sight of Sho beginning to prep gets smaller.

"He's so mean. He's not gonna let me do it, guys."

The video cuts into another, a reply to the previous one imposed over the upper left. "Have you tried offering to help?"

"Sho~chan!"

"What." A different day, but the same kitchen. A different set of ingredients on the counter, this time with Sho's phone propped up for him to look at. Until the soft sound of Leo's slippered feet on wood becomes tile, alerting him to Leo entering the kitchen, he doesn't even look up from his phone screen, which appears to have Nashville hot chicken on it. "I told you to stay out while I'm cooking, dude."

"But I wanna help!"

"No you don't." Sho doesn't even hesitate or consider the offer. "You never wanna help me. You just wanna film a video."

"No, I'm not filming this time!" Leo insists with a laugh, moving the phone so the camera's no longer pointing at Sho, as though this will be enough to convince him. The view becomes dark, perhaps from Leo covering the camera in some way, so the screen looks darker. "I actually wanna help--"

"You don't wanna help because if I ask you to touch raw chicken you're gonna get grossed out. And if I ask you to touch any kind of herbs or seasoning or spices, you're gonna get annoyed when it gets on you and your hands. And if I ask you to chop or mix something you're gonna complain about how you don't like the sounds. And if I ask you to clean up you're gonna get grossed out. You want me to keep going?"

". . ." Leo whines a little in protest, audibly pouting.

"Out."

"Chat, he is so mean. . . ." The camera goes front-facing and Leo looks sadly into it, leaving the kitchen while Sho rolls his eyes and goes back to cooking.

The video cuts into yet another, this time in a different location, probably Sho's apartment or family home. "Please try asking Sho-san to let you stream him cooking again." There's additional text near the bottom of the screen from Leo that simply says 'Sho-chan's kind of like a spider, it's scary 🕸️' that disappears along with the reply after just enough time to read it.

"Sho~cha--"

"No."

". . .I didn't even say anything yet."

"We ain't doing this here." Sho doesn't look up from what he's mixing on the stove. "Don't even start."

Leo doesn't say anything for a moment, panning the camera down from Sho's back to the junction between where the kitchen arch starts and the previous room's floor ends. The tip of his socked foot is in view. He pans back up to Sho, too busy to mind him. Leo tilts his phone so the view is of the floor again and takes a single step just barely into the kitchen--the shot quickly and sharply snaps up to just barely catch Sho turning around and advancing on Leo in annoyance. Leo starts to backpedal, laughing. "I'm not! I'm not!! I'm not!!!"

"C'mere." Sho, given Leo isn't actually trying to retreat, catches up quickly, and reaches out for Leo, pulling him and the camera shot closer. Then, based on Leo's little cry of alarm and the view lifting, Sho appears to have picked Leo up.

"You can watch. . .," he begins, walking them, view from just overhead showing Sho using only one arm to carry his little friend. He only walks a short distance before depositing Leo, from the soft sound of his body hitting the surface, onto a nearby couch. "From over here. Got it?"

Leo continues to laugh, but probably nods. Sho sighs, the corner of his mouth twitching as he tries not to laugh with him.

"Good. Sit." With that, Sho walks back into the kitchen, the camera following his back.

One last cut in to another reply. "I NEED another POV of Sho carrying us and telling us to sit--I mean! Please try and get Sho-sama to let you in the kitchen one more time!! Please!!!"

"Sho~." Leo whines, sounding a little tired. The camera looks into another, different kitchen, smaller than the first one, although still likely in an apartment.

"What~." Sho imitates Leo's tone, though it's unclear if he's mocking it. He cooks, seemingly unaware of the camera on him, although it's hard to see what he's doing with the camera pointed at his back.

"I want a juice~." Sho sighs and steps away from where he's cooking, exposing what's likely the beginnings of some sort of salad. He opens the fridge and squats down to look through what's in there, then grabs something and holds up a bottle of lemonade behind him. "Yeah, that's good!" Sho closes the fridge and sits the bottle in front of Leo, just within frame of the camera. He frowns, and Leo takes the bottle closer to himself and out of frame. "Thanks, Sho~"

"Stop trying to record me cooking."

"But I'm not even in the kitchen. . . ." He follows Sho as he rounds the counter. "I just wanna watch, Sho. . .can you open this for me?"

Sho stops in front of Leo, looking down at him and the camera with an unamused expression. He reaches over and opens the bottle, removing the protective seal, and putting it aside. Before Leo can properly coo his thanks in his sleepy, pathetic voice, Sho reaches an arm out towards him. He starts to laugh, jumping up out of the stool and backing away quickly. "Wait, wait, wait--"

He gasps and laughs as Sho runs at him with a grin and snatches him up, once again with one arm, still holding his lemonade as he begins to carry him away from the counter. Leo whines and laughs, not resisting being carried and only protesting the potential spill of his drink. Finally, Leo is dropped onto a couch a ways away from the kitchen area. "You can watch from here. Stay away from my kitchen."

Leo laughs. "Can I have my drink, though? I'm thirsty, you jerk."

Sho offers it to him, then pulls it away before he can take it. "Hey. Hey. Listen to me."

Sho puts the bottle behind him, then pushes his hand against Leo's chest, his other hand resting somewhere past Leo and the camera, probably the back of the couch. The camera view moves backwards with Leo being shoved, but Sho leans in close regardless, camera tilted back to still see most of his face as he glowers down at Leo. "Stay. Okay?"

Leo lets out a giggly 'mmhm' and reaches a hand out for the lemonade. Sho sucks his teeth and gives it to him. "Good."

The camera stays on for a bit and Sho glares down at Leo for a few more seconds before returning to the kitchen.

. . .understandably, the comments are full of suggestions that he simply keep trying, wondering what else Sho would do to get him to stop, and people questioning the nature of Sho and Leo's relationship(as well as others insisting they're not together and professing to Leo's single status or that they believe him to be in a relationship with others--other content creators, other friends he's had on stream, Romeo, and of course the Inspector.)

"So noisy." Leo says to himself while watching the rising engagment with some amusement. "These are reposts. . .you guys are so basic. . . ."

[local-philocalist]

Entry to your 20s, advice to the 20-year-old women

Four pieces of advice for the twenty-year-old women from a twenty-something year old woman.

1. Move Your Body

I cannot stress this enough, if you can, please move your body! Move your joints and build your muscles. The doctors, scientists and our parents were unfortunately right, the older one becomes, the weaker they get. If you want to still be able to run around in your fifties, sixties, etc. You need to start the habit now. Get a routine, start working out, try a sport, attempt a dance class, and get active in general.

I’ve recently gotten a gym membership and have begun pilates once or twice a week. Although at first, my muscles were burning, my body soon got used to it and I found my stamina and flexibility improving.

However, you don't need to spend money on a gym membership or Pilates to get fit. You can take a run around your local park, start a sports team with your friends, or try a YouTube workout from the comfort of your home. There are so many different ways to stay fit without emptying your pockets.

2. Eat Your Vegetables

I understand that some people are genuinely picky eaters and their parents never took the initiative to introduce different textures and flavours healthily. Thus this has followed into adulthood and are now unable to eat anything outside the same four meals.

I also understand I cannot say too much as someone who can eat almost anything but as a reformed vegetable hater I do have a little bit to offer. To live a long, healthy life vegetables are a necessity. So if you find yourself unable to eat certain vegetables, I would suggest cooking the vegetables differently, or incorporating ingredients you enjoy in your meals, think outside the box!

There are many articles about breaking picky eating, as adults we should try to expand our tastebuds, there's so much food to enjoy in this life. Nobody likes to be the person ordering chicken fingers at a Michelin restaurant.

3. Feed Your Brain

[edited: the previous paragraph has been published on my personal substack as a full piece; I've rewritten and changed this section for publication and privacy purposes].

I urge young women to nurture their brains; you are so blessed to be in a society and world where education is so accessible for women. If you live in the West, take advantage and don't feed into the propaganda of "I'm just a girl". Women are being minimised, and I don't want young ladies falling down the rabbit hole of this recent no-purpose lifestyle that's advertised.

Looks are essential, and don't get me wrong, I know attraction still plays a huge part in society, but it isn't the only important thing. It's not cute to be ignorant, lack life skills and use social media concepts like "I'm just a girl" as excuses. Stupidity isn't hot, so while it's okay to indulge in media consumption, find yourself hobbies outside of that and put in the effort to grow intellectually and further yourself.

4. High Self-esteem Will Protect You

Most of my girlfriends are in the dating field, and from the stories they tell me its clear these men are crazy. Good discernment is needed and for you to trust your discernment you need a healthy level of self-worth.

I’m not just talking about romantic interest, in general, high self-esteem will take you far in life. From romantic partners to career paths, when you know your value and do not settle, that translates to every crevice of your life. People treat you with more respect, you're likely to find yourself in fewer abusive scenarios and get better opportunities in your place of work.

Nothing good comes from beating yourself down and letting others treat you horribly. Overall your twenties can be fun but also filled with anxiety so take it step-by-step, don't beat yourself up and remember comparison is the thief.

[whatstrangeloops]

I've been thinking about the two pet roosters that I had.

Hans and Señor Pomodor were the last two of the male chicks we'd gotten earlier that summer, now grown to maturity. None of the hens seemed to like Hans despite him being a delightful pet. He'd do a little dance for anyone who walked up and tolerated being picked up. Hans was both larger and had a better singing voice than his brother but his unexplainable unpopularity meant he was destined to be culled. However, my sister intervened and instead we gave him away as a gift to a woman who ran a local equestrian school. Everyone at the stable loved him and he spent the fall and winter there, living free, sleeping in trees and becoming a chaotic fixture of the riding community. That was until one day he attacked an important patron of the school and was once again slated to be dispensed with. His charm saved him yet again though and an older woman who boarded at the stable adopted him to come live at a sort of sanctuary she had set up for chickens. Last we heard about him he was quite popular there too and had many girlfriends.

Señor Pomodor stayed with us. While adequate at his roosterly duties he was also the worst combination of creature-of-violence and scavenger that I've ever encountered. He would charge you as soon as your back was turned though he was too cowardly to follow through if you turned to face him in time. Many people, unprepared for his onslaught were chased around our backyard by him. He crowed constantly. There came a time where I became genuinely worried I was giving him brain damage because I was hitting him on the head with a stick so much trying to correct his bad behavior or really just to fend him off from charging me. It was only after my mom began to witness that his bad behavior had extended to abusing some of the hens that she decided he ought to just be culled as well. That we really didn't need a rooster if he was going to act like this one did. Despite it all, my heart broke at the news. I remember I went outside and picked him up one last time so I could feel his stiff armor-like feathers and look closely at his handsome saurian face. Then maybe a week later, on a dreary rainy day, I was sitting at the dining table eating his body in a soup and looking mournfully out at the coop where he had been.

I think about that and now enough time has passed that I like to imagine that Hans lived out the rest of his days at that sanctuary and I think about that too.

[casspurrjoybell-29]

Forging Ties - Chapter 30 - Part 2

*Warning Adult Content*

Slone and Yore went inside and Skye took hold of Nim's hand as Nim led him around the side of the cabin.

"You saw the chickens and that cat I promised you," Nim said. "I've had a lot of cats over the years, but she's a good one. You'll like her."

"You really built a cabin in the woods?" Skye asked. "For us?"

"For us," Nim confirmed. "I looked for you for a long time but you were nowhere to be found. I understand why now. Eventually I decided to just settle down and wait. To hand things over to fate. It took a while but I'd say it worked."

"Yeah," Skye said, squeezing Nim's big hand in his.

"Anyway, I've got fruit trees back here," Nim said, sweeping his arm out to indicate rows of small trees planted behind the cabin. "Originally I was going to just have enough to feed the two of us but I quickly realised that you can't live comfortably in a cute little cabin and be entirely self sufficient. You need something to trade for clothes, tools, nails, whatever. There was that one time I traded my sperm and that paid well and has paid dividends in the form of that man in the kitchen cooking us breakfast right now but mostly I just grow all this fruit and trade it for other things."

"You're all grown up, with a cabin and a fruit trader job," Skye said as he swung Nim's arm. "I have a job too, you know. I'm a courier."

"Really?"

"Yeah. I'm really good at it."

Nim hesitated.

"Does that mean you'll need to travel? I'm not going to tell you not to but fuck, that makes me nervous."

"Well, my boss is probably going to go back on the ship to the other side of the mountains and I'm not going to leave you, so..."

Skye shrugged.

"It's fine. I'm not going anywhere ever."

"You can if you want to, Skye. If you want to go places, do things..."

"I will do some things but I think that I'm not a very ambitious person. I want to live a quiet life in a cabin in the woods with my boyfriend and our cat. Maybe I'll have friends as well and do some other stuff sometimes but I don't think I want to go on a ship again. Do you have dreams and ambitions?"

"I just want you, Skye," Nim said, his voice sounding slightly strained. "I've only ever wanted you."

"Being me is what I do best."

Skye hugged Nim's arm against his chest.

"I missed you. I know I went away for a long time and then I didn't even remember but it was because I couldn't deal with losing you. I missed you even when I didn't remember who you were."

"We're not going to be apart anymore. Do you want to see inside?"

Skye nodded.

Inside the cabin, Yore was stoking a fire in a wood fire stove while Slone lay sprawled out on a wool rug in the middle of the room.

It wasn't a very large space but Skye preferred that.

It was cosy.

Nim led the way up a wooden ladder, through a trapdoor to a room above.

It was the bedroom.

The bed was big enough for two and a hammock hung in front of a large window that overlooked the orchard behind the cabin.

"You remembered everything I said, didn't you?" asked Skye.

"About the things I wanted?"

"We didn't have as long together as I would have liked and you've never been that chatty. I think I remember damn near everything you've ever said to me. I wrote everything down early on when I started to realise finding you wouldn't be as easy as I'd hoped. I didn't want memories to become memories of memories of memories."

Skye sat down on the edge of the bed.

It was surprisingly comfortable.

"What happened, Nim? With your mum, with Marigold and the kids. With everything. What happened after I left?"

Nim sat down next to Skye, close enough that their thighs touched.

"Well, by the time I caught up with Marigold and the kids, they'd already joined up with the other group and Noel and his monster friend had moved on. Turns out I'd been gone for about a week. My mum was there and, to my surprise, so was my dad. He'd ended up in the same prison as my mum. He told me that as he'd gotten older, he'd started to regret not being in my life more and more. So... I had that. My parents. That was good."

"Good. You deserve it."

"In an ideal world, everyone would have it but..."

Nim shrugged.

"Anyway, after that we had our ups and downs. There was still a war going on, after all. We tried to keep track of things by listening to the radio but all I really know was that things were getting pretty bad in a global way and then they got very bad here for a while, at which point radios stopped being very useful and then eventually borders were created and the humans were so beaten down that they stopped being so aggressive and then the war was over and we could start really building our own communities. Naturally, I became a recluse."

"Naturally."

"People grew old around me and eventually they died. My parents, Marigold, everyone."

"Oh," Skye said. "That's sad."

"It is sad," Nim said. "When Marigold was getting close to passing, that's what she said to me. Death is almost always sad but not every death is a tragedy. To live a long and fulfilling life and then die old and surrounded by loved ones is the happiest ending most of us can ever hope for. She was a wise woman."

"I wish I could have seen her again."

"She said to tell you that she was sorry the two of you never got the chance to reconnect," Nim said. "She always believed me when I said I knew you were still alive. Everyone else, well... it got worse with time. Yore's a good boy, though. A good man, now. He's never tried to tell me what to do."

Yore's head poked up through the trap door and he held out a plate of fried eggs.

"It would be arrogant to think I know better than someone as old as you are about his own life."

"Enjoy," Yore said as disappeared back through the trapdoor.

"Werewolf society's really gone off the rails," Nim said as he started cutting up the eggs.

"We have, like... royalty now. That boy's basically a werewolf prince. Wouldn't know it from how humble he is, but it's a whole thing. If you're going to have that kind of leadership, you couldn't do better than Yore and I like his grandma who is the current leader well enough. If you ask me, though, we've become too much of our own insular group. At some point, it started being about more than just having that community so that we could be together. It started being about keeping others out. I don't agree with that."

"Hmm, yes, I also don't agree with that because I am not a werewolf."

Skye accepted the fork Nim offered him and used it to stab a piece of egg and deliver it into his mouth.

"Your chickens make good snacks."

"Fresh from the hen."

Skye patted Nim's prickly cheek and then cupped it with his hand.

"I'm so glad you're not dead."

Nim turned his head to press a kiss against the palm of Skye's hand.

"And I'm glad you're finally home."

[the-blind-geisha]

What horror games have you actually played or wanted to play? Hope you're feeling better! 🩹✨

I am feeling much better, thank you, anon. ♥ I still took time off from work today just in case. ^^” I don't want to try and lift a book only to throw it on the ground from the pain that rockets through me. xD;

So back in my MM.org days, I met a guy from the Philippines who I became really close with, and he introduced me to the wonders of the Resident Evil franchises. He insisted I give it a try if I don't mind horror, and so I did. I cannot say I beat a single one... LOL

I was so terrified of zombies and anything in those games, I'd waste all my ammo just to make every single one of the zombies in any room die. I even hated hearing their moans that I'd mute the game and then blast my favorite song—not realizing that made the zombies getting the jump on me fifty times worse. XD;; RE0 and RE1 Remake were so realistic in my eyes back then that I got too into the game and would even drop my controller and seize up whenever a zombie got me—making me believe it was happening to me irl. Good job, kid me. Lol

I do own RE1 Remake and RE4, but I didn't beat them. RE1 I wasted all my ammo getting to Tyrant that it was pointless to even take him on, and I was so horrified of the game, I didn't want to go back and try again. I am sure I could do it now though. RE4, I uh... accidentally played it on hard mode... lol I didn't realize that you could boost your health bars by combining a yellow herb with other herbs, so I went all the way towards the end of the game with the beginning health, wondering why it was getting so difficult. XD;; I ended up not being able to get further at the section where Ashley takes the wheel of some bulldozer type thing (if I'm remembering this right), but it was mainly because my aim sucked at having to get to the button to open a door and make sure her stupid ass didn't get taken. It wasn't because of health problems, believe it or not... LOL So, there ya go, RE4 folks. New challenge for you if nobody has done it yet. Be an idiot like me and don't increase your health. See how far you last.

But the other RE games I did rent. RE0, RE2, RE3, RE: Code Veronica were the main ones I played. I was looking forward to RE5, but the moment I saw how more action based it was, I didn't get too excited for it. Sad though since it's apparently really good even if not scary.

The atmosphere that I did love about the old RE games was reading lore. The lore would sometimes unnerve me. I still, years later of not playing it, remember the inmates at the prison of Code Veronica flipping out about screams and stuff from behind the guillotine, and reading how people just 'disappeared' behind there always built up such a tightening in my gut that I didn't want to see what was there... especially when the game told me I had to go there. I'll never forget the 4 itchy tasty note in RE1 remake. lol

Silent Hill games I was enthralled by but knew I would be too scared to play and beat them. However, much to my surprise, I do have the original SH3 and I have beaten it. SH1-2, I've watched playthroughs of, and I wish I had played SH2 at least. SH2 is so good at its reveal. SH4, I did rent, but I was too scared to even find out what happened to Cynthia. x”D You will never know my utter upset at hearing P.T. was canceled...

Fatal Frame 2 I owned, but I never beat for a dumb reason—I couldn't find the damn door I was supposed to cleanse with the camera and ran around in these two connected houses looking for it for so many days I just gave up. What's frustrating is about not too long ago, I plugged the game back in and found it... easily... by checking my damn map. Press F for the times I thought I was intelligent... But by now, I just didn't have the care to continue playing. I did find that game to be utterly horrifying as The Ring and The Grudge were popular movies when I played these... And... a long, black haired lady slivers out of a well in that game. //shivers// I did play a bit of FF5, but I didn't finish it. Q_Q I watched full LPs of the others in the series, but I am sure the person who had those streamed and put up tore them down by now.

I was gifted Dead Space on my Steam, but I couldn't get into it when I tried years ago. I even tried Amnesia: A Machine for Pigs, but didn't care for it after a certain point. I do think the original was just and always will be the superior.

I have played and beaten The Last of Us. I love that game, but I never got compelled to play the sequel. I probably will eventually.

I also played and beat Bioshock 1—loved it—but wasn't compelled to play the others.

As far as my first ever 'horror' game, I did play Duke Nukem when I was a child, and while I can see that's not listed as horror, it was a bit scary yet interesting for me as a kid on those retro 90s PCs.

I have played (and own) both Parasite Eve 1-2 but not beat either. Again, I accidentally played PE1 on hard mode by not upgrading my shit... Whoops. So final boss was too much for me.

I did play a bit of an indie game on Steam called Anna, but I got stuck early on inside the house and couldn't go further. The atmosphere is pretty good though! I hear they're coming out with another game like it or it's a revamp of the original?? Either way, it looks amazing.. O-O

Because I can be such a pussy, I prefer to watch other people play horror games and laugh at their reactions. Granny does Sunday Scaries, so I always watch her stuff on Sundays or the Vlogs after. It's also a reason I love Halloween, because I feel it gives people an excuse to play horror games. ♥

However, if I had the group of friends, I would so play Phasmophobia! It looks so fun and funny. XD Other games I love and find interesting:

Song of Horror (really freakin' good though I hate you do have to keep one specific character alive if you play the actual mode it was intended for where each character will actually die and get removed from your roster if you fuck up with them).

Until Dawn

Dead by Daylight (again, would prefer to have a group of friends as the fanbase looks toxic lol).

Darkwood has been on my radar for some time now. Eventually... lol

World of Horror

Clock Tower games—I hear they're amazing.

But that's all about that I can think of. Sorry for yackin' so much!

[noodlepai]

(OKAY okay so I've come to provide more information on the AU, I'm still working on it a lot so things might change or be added but I got a basic idea of what things are like rn !!)

Info dump moment rn, also TW for slight trauma mentions/hints

• Sam had managed to save the Wii from melting itself all those years ago, and is a pretty big person on tech, so she likes to experiment and try new things, and actively tries to help Eteled out or transfer him through devices so he isn't just stuck in one place all the time, with lots of trial and tons of error, especially since she knows the Wii's getting old and that it can be unstable occasionally with glitches

• Kyle has also taken a liking to learning more about technology through Sam's influence so he sometimes comes over and they both will just study and brainstorm ideas

• Sam moved out of her home and now lives in her own apartment, is in college to pursue her dream of working around and creating technology, hasn't really considered making a job out of it since she mostly does it for fun and likes to achieve her dream goals, Nathan and Kyle also occasionally visit to just hang out and do whatever, usually resulting in the three staying up very late into a movie or game night, and Eteled having to talk Sam into getting sleep for the next morning

• Even though Sam is big on all tech, consoles and video games, she still has a soft spot for old generation consoles in particular

• Sam, Nathan and Kyle had all gotten pretty close growing up so they're like a dumbass trio /lh

• Will moved out of state or some shit

• Kyle wakes up from his villain arc and makes a truce with Eteled /J.. FR though Kyle softens up and becomes more understanding of Eteled's side after they start talking it out, while what happened did bother him at the time all those years ago, he just kinda grew up to the point where it didn't have such of an effect on him anymore, I mean all he saw was a Mii get slice and diced, no need to go beast mode over it, so they forgive each other of the past

• Kyle and Nathan are besties to homosexuals, homie love

• Sam made a Mii of herself from when she was younger to keep Eteled company when going out or having to attend school, Eteled appreciated it but wouldn't wanna admit how it wasn't the same and about how much he would miss Sam when she had to get off the Wii

• Gives Eteled abandonment issues because I love being evil

• He's actually clingy on the inside but would never admit it to anyone

• Also views Sam as a sort of daughter figure besides just a friend but is too nervous to mention it, he wants Sam to be safe, loves whenever she talks or rants to him about anything or shows him something she made or is proud of, or even just anything at all, father Eteled is proud of his child/bestie

• He like, genuinely feels loved around her and would definitely cry about it but would never show it, or at least try not to

• Eteled has the favorite Mii pants because Sam put them on him, with quote "I think it's about time my best friend gets to rock a new style", and yes it did make him almost cry on the spot

• Austin is like, mentally conflicted as hell

• Austin and Eteled both feel guilty for what they've done to each other over the years, aren't sure they can or are ready to forgive the other but they're very slowly learning to tolerate each other

• They're like enemies to kinda friends in a way

• They're traumatized mfs

• They still sometimes fight but it's usually just yelling or saying shit now, they don't do the chair, deletion or axe really anymore since they at least got to the point where they respect each other's boundaries and triggers, and there's no point to keep doing the same old for over 10+ years, for the most part, they still slip up sometimes

• They do fuck up though occasionally so that's why Eteled has scars and Austin is a bit more bashed up

• They still have a rooted dislike for each other they're trying to get over but they sometimes chill out or talk, usually when Sam is asleep or off the Wii for a while, the two just will maybe visit or sit around to at least try to understand the other better

• Sam knows Austin is still around, and it took a while but with time she grew to accept him when he didn't seem like a big threat anymore, and that he was just as important of a soul as Eteled was, she still didn't like the fights and didn't know the full story

• She'd probably section them away from the other with a child gate if she could

• Austin of course has an ego and would never tell another soul that he has many nightmares of the server room and about what happens if he gets caught off guard or is sleeping when Eteled decides to attack him again, Eteled wouldn't do that, and Austin knows it but it's just the deep rooted fear he can't get rid of, even though he's much taller and technically more powerful than the smaller Mii

• Eteled is just tired, usually just sleeps in the Mii channel, especially when under stress or tires himself out if he's going through a moment, like triggered memories or emotions

• From all the deleting and the chair, and more crap from his early life, Eteled is just terrified of it all so even the idea of them scares the fuck out of him, so as a natural response he just tries to defend himself with his axe even if he would be shaking like a chicken, he really tries not to pull it out but he can't always stop himself

• The axe itself would probably also bother Austin a bit, but he would still try to cautiously calm Eteled down since he knows he's just afraid, so afterwards they'd probably have to awkwardly apologize for what the fuck happened at that very moment

• Sam sometimes offers them both to play a game together with her, or plans on playing with Eteled and invites Austin along, as a way to make them bond, they do end up having some fun though

• Eteled has seen and/or been around or within newer Nintendo consoles, but personally prefers being in the Wii since he's used to it the most, and it's the most comfortable and homey to him

• Oh yeah, if Austin or Eteled is having an episode or is deeply upset then the other will try to help sometimes if it's really bad, Austin tries to hide it more but it doesn't always work, yeah they have reasonable reasons to not like the other, but they aren't complete assholes

• They both got trauma memories and aren't gonna just watch the other suffer through it

• Austin may or may not have taken in what Eteled had said all that time ago about "Learning to move past the past", even though that technically makes Eteled a hypocrite when he's constantly beating himself up about shit mentally, even after years, they are both doing it tbh

• Also Kyle doesn't know about Austin 100% but is curious to know his story and who he is and used to be, and how he got in the Wii, especially after the passing of his family member of the same name, little does he know..

• Sam also doesn't know about any of it, neither Sam or Kyle know of what happened or Austin's story, Austin being in a tight spot since he doesn't wanna reveal his identity yet, knowing the possible reaction, for Eteled's sake, Sam's and especially Kyle's, and Eteled being absolutely fucking terrified since the fear of losing someone like Sam could become real, and the small but growing friendship he was slowly making with Kyle could go right back to hatred and wanting the small Mii deleted, not including the fact that he still eats at himself for his past actions so it being brought back up again would be a ✨mess✨

• Austin doesn't know if he forgives Eteled or not, but wants to try to move past it and not be reminded in any way

• Nathan is still a little lowkey scared of Eteled ngl, doesn't wanna upset him or anything and Eteled can tell, he probably sighs to himself but he can't blame the guy

• Kyle has thought about making another Mii of himself on what is now long been Sam's Wii, now that he's older and him and Eteled are rather chill, but decided against it since he wasn't sure, not because he didn't trust Eteled, but because he figured it could potentially remind the Mii of the past, so whenever he plays on it he just uses Eteled

(That's all I can really recall on the top of my head for now, whenever I remember more or add on things I'll probably make a new post about it)

[the-wanlorn]

Hey, Internet. I want to tell you about this guy in my dreams who hates me.

So, there's this guy in my dreams. He hates me.

He's not in every dream I have, only the ones on his farm, where I am trespassing. And he didn't always hate me; at first he was very kind and answered all of my questions before I woke up. But as the years have gone on, he has grown to hate me.

The dreams with this guy in them who hates me always start the same. I'm on a walk with Robin. We're walking through the woods, on a trail, and we come upon a field. It's generally in hay, although once it was planted with corn and I woke up before going any farther. When I don't wake up, this is usually when I realize I've gotten lost and I'm on his farm again.

There's a path, going along the edge of the field, and Robin and I follow it up a hill. At the crest, we're looking over a field down in a valley that's planted with crops that differ depending on the season. In winter, it's barren and covered with snow.

At first, the guy in my dreams who hates me didn't. I met him while I was walking down the other side of the hill and he answered all the questions I had about how he was farming. The second time I ended up knocking on the door to his house and he came out and answered more questions. The third time, or maybe the fourth?, he was less patient and told me that I couldn't keep coming around and bothering him.

I was kind of crushed when I woke up that time, because I thought we were buds.

The problem is, the dream keeps happening. Has kept happening. Will keep happening. He gets angrier, hates me a little more, every time he finds me somewhere on his land. I try to explain that I'm lost and really don't mean to keep showing up, but I don't think he believes me.

One time, when I realized where I was, I crawled on my belly underneath one of the chicken coops, trying to hide so that he wouldn't know I was there yet again. But he caught me crawling out the back and I think that's when he really started to hate me. He yelled for a while in that one and I promised not to leave and never come back. He yells a lot now.

He has a wife and two daughters. The wife doesn't mind me sort of in the way you don't mind that weird neighbor kid that's always hanging around but is ultimately harmless. She tells the guy in my dreams who hates me to just leave me be, and sometimes gives me dinner, and once let me stay by the wood stove for a bit when it was raining.

His daughters used to be little kids, but they're older now and the time before last I had one of these dreams, the eldest was heading off to college and the younger one was an angsty teen who liked to listen to hang in the barn listening to music on her phone instead of doing chores. She used to raise rabbits, but doesn't anymore. Something happened to them.

The dreams used to be calm, maybe a little comforting, because even when the guy in my dreams who hates me was just starting to be annoyed with me, he still let me hang out and answered my questions. But now they're just anxiety dreams. As soon as I realize Robin and I are on his property yet again, it becomes a futile attempt to hide from him until I can figure out how to get home.

I've never been able to figure out how to get home.

Anyway, I just wanted to tell someone and you were right there, internet. The guy in my dreams who hates me showed up again last night, or maybe I showed up on his farm again, and I ended up running errands for his wife with their car. It's the first time I've been into town, and I can clearly so clearly see the route I had to take. I can tell you the intersection I stopped at and the side road I went down to get to it. I can list the businesses I went by.

I know it's just a bunch of dreams with a recurring setting and that the guy in my dreams who hates me isn't real. But I drive to new places a lot and that one was so vivid, so clear that I'm kind of worried I'm going to turn a corner one day and realize I'm in the town. Then I'd have to choose whether to retrace my steps from the dream and see if the farm is real or just… ignore everything and drive home.

I don't know which I'd pick.

[goldenhour-goldenboy]

hi!! after watching TF i got a Supernatural Dean and Sam vibe from Will and Benny, Will is like Dean and Benny is sam. It mentioned their dad in the movie and icouldn't help imagine him being a military dad, which is how they both got into this job. and Wills line of "I've been supporting him since the day he was born” about benny just reminded me of dean taking care of sam. could u write a fic about Will and bennys childhood and how you think it could have gone with a military dad away a lot! x

Soooo a couple of things 1) i’ve never made it past the third season supernatural and that was years ago so I hope the vibe is still what you wanted :) and 2) I was mainly working from other people’s experience with having a parent or both parents in the army and being in the army in the US is probably a bit different from being in the army in Germany buuuut I still enjoyed this snippet and I hope you do too! :) 

Growing up with their dad in the military (Ben Miller and William Miller, hc)

Both of the Miller boys grow up on strength, physically and emotionally, their parents keen on teaching the boys values and morales that are important to them. 

Their mother, an endless source of love, would always patch up their knees, dry their tears and help them with their homework. She’s the heart of the household, both of the boys inheriting her warmth and care. This is what she taught them, that there is strength in forgiveness and kindness and that every creature on this earth is deserving of love. It is important for her that her sons learn respect and honesty with one another, fairness and to be stronger than what the world might throw at them. 

He’s cracking jokes on Sundays where they are meant to be on their way to church yet they’re late again so they end up at a pancake place because there really is no point in going now. He’s morning runs, the brothers chasing after him until they get tired halfway through and he has to carry them back to the house, getting his own little workout in like that. 

The boys see their parents being in love, dancing around the kitchen, stealing kisses while cooking and even though they are children and that stuff is gross for them the imagine on what a relationship should look like gets imprinted into their minds.

Both of the boys grow up with at least one daily task to fulfill. It is their fathers way of teaching them responsibility and patience and care.

 William and Ben being in charge of the chickens in the backyard seemed like an excellent choice for that. they are in charge of feeding them and taking them out of the gutter and making sure the way to the enclosure is free and available ben learned to take responsibility the hard way, when he forgot to lock the gates one night and the chicken ran away in the cold, never to be seen again. His father, showing little emotions for that other than disappointment just shrugs and tells him to be more careful next time if he wants to avoid that from happening again. 

To the outside world his way of raising the boys may seem a bit extreme, even cold at times but it couldn’t be further from the truth. Their dad is still caring and incredibly invested in the boys, so much that he wants to do everything that they grow up string minded and healthy and independent, thats all that he wants from life and if that’s the way to get them to learn than so be it. most of this comes from his own father, having the family having a long line of history of vets and soldiers. it is a sense of belonging that he walkways felt when talking to his dad and he wants to pass that down to his own sons. and though they are grateful for the many lessons they’ve learned as children, little kids really can’t comprehend the situation as they grow up and are still young, let alone understand the intentions that go with actions.

It gets harder every time their father has to leave again. The boys don’t understand. It’s confusion the first time and some tears, they are trying to be brave and grown up then. The next time there are a lot more tears, more confusion, yelling and clinging until they reach a point where it’s silent tears and not even wanting to hug their dad and say goodbye. This is even worse than the yelling. 

It’s after one too times his father tells him he has to leave the next week, again, that William runs into the office, where his dad stores his belongings and the medals of his dad and pictures taken while he was in service, and pushes everything off the shelves before storming out the house. He doesn’t necessarily smashes anything as much as he just wants it all to be gone, leading to nothing being broken in the end but the gesture defiantly getting across. His dad finds William out on the front porch, the little guy waiting for him to come and confront him about his actions. Part of Will wants to stand tall and take whatever his dad has to say to him with pride and part of him is just utterly scared of the reaction he’s about to receive, anxiously awaiting the yelling his dad must’ve prepared. It leaves him with his chin up but his eyes watering and his lower lip quivering. When his dad just sighs and sits down Will’s nerves start to get the best of him and he breaks down crying because that’s the reaction he had prepared and now that there’s no outburst from his dad he’s completely confused into what he’s supposed to feel. His father can’t even be mad, it is such a clear and big signal from William to act out like that, he has to force down a chuckle. „You’re a brave guy, William Miller.“ His son is still sobbing and while he stops to take in a shaky breath Papa Miller opens one of his arms, not being able to see his son hurt by something he caused. „You need a hug, tough guy?“

William, even though being the older one, has a hard time dealing with the absence of his dad and missing him a lot more than he can handle. There are endless nights spent crying and getting terribly homesick, even though he is home. He grew up knowing what it was like to have a dad around and whenever his dad is gone, he can feel him missing. 

His obsession with numbers started then, counting the days his dad was gone, how many times he has to sleep before he gets to see him. It’s a desperate attempt to make the situation more bearable for him and it barely works.

Benny at the same time grew up seeing his dad from time to time. He’s used to the stories instead of memories and saying goodbye constantly before seeing him again some weeks later. He doesn’t remember his first couple of years as much as Will does, when his dad used to be gone for months at times. His world was much simpler, his questions could be answered with wonders and his mother telling him about how brave his dad is, fighting to come home because he loves his family so much. For Benny, his dad is a hero. Until he is not.

Puberty is hitting him like a ton of bricks and while his brother grew up with a lot of feelings, Benny suddenly gets a lot more input than he can handle. He feels everything, all the time and he truly doesn’t know how to deal with that. His dad being absent only feeds into his confusion, leaving Benny unsatisfied if he is home and missing him when he’s gone. He’s picking fights then, with his mom, his brother and most often his dad when he is actually home. Doors slamming, yelling and heavy footsteps on the stairs are common in those years and Benny loses the connection to his father for quite some time.

With Benny trying to sort himself out, William feels like he’s going through puberty a second time. They’ve moved a couple times by now and while Will comforts himself with books (they wont leave him and he can take them anywhere with him) Ben has gotten in with the wrong kind of people just one too many times. He’s out at night more than he can count, his mother not getting through to him and his brother only finding the wrong words. They’re at each others throats more and more, underestimating their own strength and forgetting that if they hit each other now it can become real dangerous real quick. 

It’s one night where Ben is coming home late. He’s drunk and trying to sneak in, actually bumping into every corner on his way through the house. He doesn’t even make it up the stairs as his brother, woken up by the crashing, comes down to help him. Hushed words lead to snarls lead to yelling, feelings that have been pushed down for too long explode. „What do you think dad would say if he were here? He would beat your ass to next christmas!“ „I don’t care about fucking dad! He can fuck off and die whatever shithole he’s stuck in now!“ They use words that cut deep and it doesn’t take long for them to roll around the hallway, fists hammering and hands closing around each other throats. Neither of them hear their mother shout, desperate for her sons to stop. She screams, she cries, she throws plates to the ground but they don’t hear her so she brings out the gun and fires a warning shot into the ceiling. Now they stop, startled and she sends them to bed before breaking down in the living room, a hole in the ceiling being the literal sign for something terribly going wrong right now. Their father comes home a few weeks later, both boys not interested in seeing him. William, who initially wasn’t even mad, actually understands his brother because he too, feels left behind. The last image their dad has of them is when they were 8 and they have matured a lot by that now. There’s no hug this time, the ceiling being fixed long before the boys learn to deal with their feelings and it takes an even longer time to forgive their dad, because after all it is their dad and they do care for him very much.

It’s a special kind of bond the Miller brothers share between them, their trust grown over years spending together and the thought about one leaving the other actually scaring them. Both of them like to know their loved ones safe and sound, a lot of their caring coming from the time that they didn’t know if their dad was alright. Ben and Will join the military at the same time, both beaming with pride and confidence. This is what they both wanted ever since thinking about their future, side by side and even though William struggles to come to terms with the thought that his baby brother might get hurt, he couldn’t imagine his service without him.

The day they get sworn in is probably the proudest day for the whole family. Their father is beaming with pride looking at his sons and both of them feel like they might explode.

There’s a lot they still haven’t talked about. The past is not an easy thing to untangle and feelings don’t go away like that, Ben and Will slowly understanding their father more and more as they experience violence and war and grief in the same way he did. Now they are the ones who get to see their parents from time to time, the tables being turned in a way they always suspected to happen but not being prepared for the way it actually is. 

It certainly helps to have a father who’ve experienced this kind of mental strain before and who knows what its like to go to war and then come back home. A lot of the adjusting with life back home they actually turned to their father to, family dinners often revolving around their stories and experiences and sometimes just quiet pats on the shoulders, as no words are needed to understand the struggle each one is going through. Not every action can be excused but they are older now and old scars are sometimes just that, old scars.

[lordofthebigtimesupernatural]

Man, it's been so long since I've came here! Here's my new prompt: Shiro and Keith shopping for school supplies(since August is Back to School Month), it can happen anytime like for elementary, middle, high school or college. You decide or choose them all!

Ha. Ha. Ha. So this is like 2 months late but I hope you still enjoy it! This was so cute and fluffy to write. Keith and Shiro are both excited for back to school shopping! Thank you for sending in the sweet prompt! Enjoy!

x.V.x

Four

              “Alright honey, let’s see what we need to get.” Shiro grinned, shifting Keith in one arm. At the moment, he could only single-handedly carry Keith or do his day to day activities. His robotic prosthetic was currently updating and Shiro wouldn’t be allowed to use it until tomorrow. However, he and Keith were doing just fine with three hands total between both of them.

              Keith was perched on his dad’s arm, focused entirely on the pieces of papers in his small hands. He ignored the rest of the crowds around them despite all of the noise and sights happening.

              “Pencils,” Keith said quietly. Shiro used his hip and the stump of his other arm to maneuver the cart through several aisles of people Many of which cooed at Keith and Shiro or got out of the way once they saw Shiro’s arm.

              “Alright. I’m guessing we should get erasers and pens too?” Shiro asked once the two of them had stopped in front of the School Supply aisle.

              It was that time of year. The first of many for Shiro and Keith. School was starting up in just two weeks and this would be the first of many school years for Keith and Shiro. Keith was only just starting daycare at Altea, with Allura but it was still exciting for Shiro to be doing school shopping. Especially when it was just him and Keith.

              Kuro and Shiro’s parents had tried to tag along with them, after learning that Shiro’s prosthetic was out of commission, but Keith had managed to persuade them to leave the two of them alone with big blue eyes.

              “Yes,” Keith nodded before glancing down at the paper. “But only blue pens. No black.”

              “Oh, I’m sure we can get any colored pens,” Shiro chuckled, maneuvering Keith on the handle of the cart so that he could grab several supplies. “We could even get a rainbow of colored pens.”

              “No. Blue pens. It only says blue pens.” Keith said firmly. The little pout on his face made Shiro coo and rub his cheek against Keith’s. However, he grabbed a pack of blue pens and put them in the cart with the rest of the supplies. Keith beamed, satisfied and Shiro felt his heart melting all over again. “Okay. Check!” Keith scribbled a vague-looking checkmark next to the pens, pencils, and erasers on the list. “Hm, daddy what’s this?” Keith shoved the paper into his father’s face quickly. Shiro blinked, trying to crane his neck back so he could clearly see what Keith was pointing at. It took a bit of struggling but eventually, Shiro could see the paper and he smiled.

              “Oh, that says optional. It means we don’t have to buy it and the school will supply it, but we can buy it if we want to.” Shiro explained softly. Eventually, Keith pulled the paper away from Shiro’s face and he frowned thoughtfully. Shiro quickly skimmed the rest of the line and his eyes widened.

              Glue.

              For a second, Shiro’s mind was brought back to a dark memory of a time when Keith had been allowed to use glue for a Father’s day craft project with his family. Shiro had come home to a baby Keith covered in peeling glue. It was on his hands, on his cheeks, and in his hair. Shiro had been forced to cut off several chunks of Keith’s hair, sending Keith into a fit of tears for days.

              Glue is not our friend.

              “I know for a fact that your daycare teacher will be providing you with glue so we don’t have to buy that!” Shiro said quickly, practically sprinting away from the glue in the aisle. Keith blinked somberly before waving at the disappearing glue. Feeling his heart twist at the saddened expression on Keith’s face, Shiro stopped the cart right in front of rows of backpacks.

              “Look! This is the best part of school shopping. You get to pick your very own backpack to wear!” Shiro cheered suddenly and Keith’s entire attention was now on the backpacks. His eyes lit up and a wide smile graced his face. Shiro chuckled, relieved that a crisis had been averted, and set Keith down on the ground when he felt Keith begin to wiggle in his arms. As soon as his light-up sneakers had hit the floor, Keith was running back and forth along the rows of backpacks.

              “Daddy! Daddy! Look, there’s so many!” Keith bounced excitedly, clapping his hands. Shiro chuckled, smiling warmly as Keith ran back and forth between serval different backpacks.

              “Is this his first time going to school?”

              Shiro turned around to see a woman with her own shopping cart behind him. Shiro could see two other kids walking down the aisle, both were probably two or so years older than Keith. He watched them warily as they made their way to the backpacks, where Keith was still looking at backpacks. Keith eyed the two kids warily who were trying to compare backpacks with him, but he wasn’t yelling or running away yet. Instead, he was clutching onto one particular backpack while the other two kids pointed out other backpacks.

              “Yeah. Well, it’s a daycare school because he’s only four but he’s still very excited.” Shiro smiled and the woman beamed.

              “And I bet you’re just as excited as he is. Look at that smile.” She pointed out the grin on Shiro’s face and Shiro couldn’t help but nod.

              “Yeah. I’m anxious to leave him alone. We’ve never really been apart this long.” Shiro admitted softly, watching as Keith grabbed a hold of another backpack that the older girl had given him.

              “It’s hard, especially with the oldest or your only child.” The woman said quietly. “It’s hard to see them growing up, and it feels like it’s going by so fast,” Shiro nodded at this and breathed a sigh of relief that he wasn’t the only parent feeling this. “However, I promise you it’s only going to get more and more exciting after this. Watching them grow up is one of the best feelings in the world, especially when you see the person they’ve become.”

              Shiro thought his face was going to split in half from smiling so much. He nodded at the woman, grateful for her kind words before Keith was sprinting back to him. Quickly, Shiro opened his arms and pulled Keith up into one arm, while holding onto his with the stump of his other arm. Keith’s eyes were sparkling with absolute joy and his cheeks were rosy from excitement.

              Suddenly, Keith shoved a backpack in Shiro’s face. “Look. Look. It’s perfect! It has stars and moons and planets!” Keith babbled excitedly as he proudly showed off the backpack. All the while, Shiro was smiling warmly at Keith, listening with rapt attention.

              Sure, he was excited to watch Keith grow up.

              Especially if there were going to be more moments like this.

x.V.x

              Twenty-three

              “I’m gonna go grab some supplies for school,” Keith said, eyes trained down on his phone. Shiro looked away from the Deli menu where he was deciding if fried chicken was considered a “cheat day” or not. He blinked as Keith walked away and sighed.

              Shopping for school supplies had been fun, for about seven years. However, once Keith had reached seventh grade, supply shopping had just become an ordinary shopping trip and by high school, Keith didn’t need or want Shiro shopping with him like they used to. Keith loved his father, and he always did, but even he had admitted that it was slightly embarrassing to be picking out backpacks like a little kid.

              So ever since then, Keith had done his shopping while Shiro had done other shopping and the two of them met in the middle. Shiro was a bit sad to see the tradition of school shopping had lost its magic. He knew that as Keith grew up some things would change.

              However, his baby was all grown up now. He was home from the military for good and now he was finally starting his very first year of college. Where he was going to be living in the dorms and away from Shiro yet again. Thankfully the campus wasn’t too far and Keith could come home every weekend without hassle but still, Shiro had just gotten used to Keith being around all the time.

              The silence was hard.

              Shiro sighed, going through the motions and deciding that chicken was what he was in the mood for. As he was heading towards the checkout lines, Shiro saw Keith returning with a bag of school supplies around his arms. He wasn’t on his phone any longer and he waved upon seeing Shiro.

              “Got everything you need?” Shiro asked when they arrived near a check-out line.

              “Yeah. I’m not going to overload on supplies until I know what I definitely need.” Keith nodded, helping to load the groceries on the conveyor belt. Shiro smiled at his son. “Besides, I can always get you to do a supply run for me and drop them off at my door. I know you’ll look for any reason to visit.” Keith teased lightly, causing Shiro to snort.

              “Brat.” Shiro swatted at Keith, who playfully ducked away. “What about a backpack? You haven’t had one since high school and I’m pretty sure I got rid of it.”

              “I’ll get a plain black one or something cheap.” Keith shrugged, not upset at all.

              Shiro bit his lip, resisting the urge to sigh. “You don’t want ninja-turtles or stars?”

              “I’m not a kid anymore.” Keith laughed quietly. Shiro felt his heart twinge for a second before he was smiling again. He’s not. The two of them finished paying for everything before loading it all into Shiro’s car. Shiro’s mind wandered to something he had seen in the store and he bit his lip.

              “You finish loading. I forgot something, just wait in the car when you’re done!” Shiro suddenly called over his shoulder as he made his way back into the store. Keith rolled his eyes playfully, but nodded and continued to load up the car.

              It only took Shiro a few minutes to find what he was looking for and another minute of debating whether it would be a good idea to get it. However, he made up his mind and bought the item, hiding it in a bag in the back of his car. Keith asked what it was but Shiro kept his mouth shut and simply smiled.

              It was three weeks later when Keith was unloading the last box in his dorm. His roommate was a good guy, a family friend of Allura’s, and kinda cute. After Shiro had finally left, and Keith had been on his own once again for a few days, the longing for home built in Keith’s chest. He missed Shiro and home again.

              As Keith unloaded the last of his box, he came across a grocery bag at the bottom of the box. Frowning, Keith pulled the bag out as he tried to think of what it could be. He didn’t remember buying any other supplies. However, once Keith had pulled the item out of the bag, he couldn’t help but smile tearfully. Inside the bag, was a galaxy themed backpack, meant for adults. Keith kept the tears at bay but he ran his fingers along the stars stitched into the backpack when a note fell onto the floor.

              Picking it up, Keith felt a large smile gracing his lips and he laughed out loud.        

              No matter how old you think you are, you will always be my Star. Shoot for the moon and back and I know you’ll do great in school. Love you,

Dad