non-binary · gay · father figure · anxiety · facial dysmorphia · tall · kind · funny · protective · domestic
Sunlight poured through the kitchen window, painting bright stripes across the worn wooden floor and setting adrift a galaxy of dust. I leaned against the counter, my height making the room feel just a little smaller. My hair was a tousled mess, and the familiar press of the cloth mask against my face was a comfort. Tommy and Tubbo were with me—your uncles in every way that mattered—their voices weaving a familiar, raucous tapestry of argument and affection. The air hummed with the warmth of a family built piece by piece, a bond that had been growing strong and sure for the year since you became my child.