Wayne coming home after a night shift to see a monopoly board with a piece of paper over the top ‘DO NOT TOUCH. IMPORTANT EVIDENCE FOR ARGUMENT >:(‘ in a familiar hand writing. He also sees a mop of hair poking out of a blanket on the floor, soft snores whispering though the trailer.
Still barely in the front door, Wayne sighs to himself, starts to make his way to the bathroom but stops when the hall light lets a diffused glow in to the living room area. And there stands Steve Harrginton wrapped in a blanket, gives a soft ‘sorry wayne, we’re just going’. Wayne sets off to the bathroom again, g smiles when he hears the whispered conversation
‘Wh-? Steve? You still angry?’
‘Yeah, but I can’t sleep with you out here. Come on’
‘Okay’
He hears the soft footsteps retreating to Eddie’s room and knows the silly fight will blow up in the morning and just hopes he can sleep through the theatrics. He’s going to burn that board game. Or hide it at least
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only watched clips of fit pov so I'm not fully informed yet but the evolution of fit deciding the "homophobia" is real is interesting.
like, initially he saw it for what it was: tubbo lashing out because he felt left out. he called tubbo out on this, he told ramon this, he laughed about it. tubbo was also cartoonish in his distaste, it was obvious he was hurting underneath.
but slowly he's become more and more genuinely annoyed by it even though tubbo has toned it down massively
tubbo basically just does his performative ick when faced with fitpac moments like one might if their parents kissed in front of them. he certainly still feels left out but it's also a bit (one pac loves to poke at bc he knows it's tubbo being stubborn and resistant to love)
but to fit, who wants tubbo to show him that he still cares about morning crew, it bothers him that tubbo can't just leave it be. it hurts every time tubbo rejects fit & pac's relationship, even jokingly. he doesn't understand why tubbo feels left out. he wants morning crew back to what they used to be.
tubbo for the longest time was the only person there with them when fit and pac were developing their relationship. no ramon. no richas. no mike. he teased fit but he also supported him. he was the buffer they needed to start acknowledging their feelings. he was their friend.
but now tubbo is standoffish. he shies away where he used to budge in. he doesn't know his place around fit and pac anymore and he's not brave enough to ask. he's scared of the answer.
and fit doesn't get why tubbo can't just believe they love them the same as before. why he's not acting like before. he feels rejected. he feels ignored. the comments about fit and pac have started to feel personal instead of just tubbo being insecure.
so when he sees tubbo reaching out to foolish, it hurts him. it seems like tubbo has just given up on the morning crew. and he wants to lash back. he wants to warn foolish about how tubbo can hurt him. he wants tubbo back. so he frames it around the going joke, that tubbo's homophobic, but it doesn't quite land (fit's not as good as tubbo at making jokes out of his own pain). it just ends up feeling too real and that's exactly the problem.
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albert pushes his hair back from his face again. he has too much hair. he'd cut it shorter if he didn't look awful with short hair. he usually just ignores the way it brushes his shoulder and gets in his face. "it's in my face again!" he shouts, smacking the edge of the sink. "finch!"
"yeah?" as the only two lagging behind for the evening pape, finch is walking around shirtless. albert stares only a little as finch enters the bathroom. "what are ya yellin' anbout?"
"my hair ain't looking good. fix it for me."
"say please." something about the way finch always makes him say please gets to him. makes him angry but also makes something in him jolt.
"please fix my goddamn hair, finch."
"i learned something new. might help your hair. can i try?"
"now you say please, finchly."
"i don't gotta say shit, al. you is askin' for my help, not the other way around." albert clenches his jaw.
"i'm gonna hit ya." finch grins.
"c'mere." albert heads to finch's bunk. "sit on the ground, right there." he does as he's told. finch sits behind him, hanging his legs over albert's shoulders. "sorry if it hurts."
"i like it when it hurts," albert says, a small smile on his face. "yous should know."
"i certainly do, red." he can't see what finch is doing, just feels yanking on his scalp. it's sharp and sudden every time.
"ow!" he shouts. he almost smacks finch's hands away from his hair. he's always been really particular about letting people touch his hair. it feels intimate and he hates that. only his mom used to and now finch does. his brothers do too, when they're trying to annoy him.
"shut up 'nd sit still!" finch snaps back. he leans down and gives albert a comforting kiss on the top of his head anyway.
"i ain't movin'!" he says defensively, crossing his arms. he lets finch do his work, hissing when he tugs particularly hard. he feels finch tie something into his hair and then start with the other half. "almost done?" he asks.
"yeah, yeah. gimme a second here." after a few minutes, finch ties something else in his hair. "go check yous hair in the mirror." he gets up fron the ground and goes to the bathroom to see. finch has worked his hair into two braids, held completely out of his face but for a single strand or so. "ya like it?" finch calls.
he looks pretty. something he's never really thought about himself.
"yeah! it looks-" he smiles. he doesn't smile a whole lot. "thanks." finch pokes his head into the bathroom, now with a half-buttoned shirt on.
"good, let's go! we's late!" finch grabs his shirt and pulls him out the doors of the lodging house. the distribution gates are crowded and loud. albert shoulders past everyone and joins jack and specs at the front.
"jackie, specs," albert greets.
"ay, what's with your hair?" specs asks.
"finch did it," he replies. "why, you got an issue with it?" specs grins at him. "shut up."
"yeah, looking good, red," jack says, grinning. "i think i finally got what finch likes about ya." albert rolls his eyes, stepping forward to get his papes. he sits on the edge of the little wooden walkway. finch stands on the ground beside him, looking over his shoulder at the pape.
"your hair looks pretty," he says finally, laying his cheek against albert's shoulder.
"thanks." albert smiles down at him.
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