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forzacharlie16 · 1 year

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The Less I Know The Better

pairing: Kiri Sully x fem!reader🌟🪷🫧

summary: Kiri can’t help but think of her best friend in ways she shouldn’t. She’s shouldered the burden long enough, but when she tries to confess, disaster strikes. Her plan fails horribly and now her life is ruined… all because of some stupid boy!

warnings: gay people😈 kiri being a simp but also so oblivious to reader, the sully family supporting their lesbian daughter!!! as they should, no homophobia this is a safe space, lo’ak being a meanie (not genuine), tuk being the no. 1 matchmaker in pandora, fluff, some angst that gets resolved almost immediately bc i’m impatient

word count: 4.9k (damn)

author’s note: don’t flame me if this is bad, this is my first tumblr fic😪 ALSO i named her alu but only bc i refuse to use y/n, so it’s still kiri x reader and not kiri x oc! [i know my first fic was supposed to be neteyam x fem oc but… kiri <3🤭🫀😍🫂👩🏻‍❤️‍💋‍👩🏻]

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Kiri started the day by being kicked in the face by Tuk, they younger girl slamming her heel straight into her sister’s nose in an attempt to outrun the yerik (hexapede) chasing her in her dream. Of course, it bled- badly- meaning Tuk was left staring at Kiri’s hunched over spine in floods of tears as the older girl diligently mopped the red from her face, smothering the wound with a damp rag. Jake had sat by Tuk in an attempt to calm her tears, but even after Kiri had pronounced several times that she was genuinely fine, Tuk was still overcome by a tearful sequence of hiccups, ones that shook her small body entirely.

Lo’ak had teased Kiri for the blossoming bruise in the centre of her face, once beautiful blue skin now a discoloured and uneven purplish colour, calling her all sorts of names, mostly just variations of narvä’ (ugly). She had ignored him, instead making it her mission to trip him over so he would hit his face just as bad (which he did, but he blamed it on Kiri pushing him into a tree root rather than his painful lack of spatial awareness). Now with somewhat matching marks, both na’vi made their way towards Mo’at’s hut in order to get some salve for the bruising, something Kiri had unfortunately run out of a few days before, using the last of her stash to apply to a small mark on Tuk’s shin to stop the girl’s frown drooping right off her face.

The tsahik sensed the disturbance to her calm aura immediately, beads clicking together as she turned her head to observe the way they hovered by the entrance to the healer’s tent. She clicked her tongue, “Ack! Why is it always you two?”

Lo’ak just shrugged, moving to sit opposite the woman with a sheepish smile, pointing to the thin cut on the bridge of his nose from the tree root. “Kiri’s fault. She almost killed me.”

“I did not!” Kiri refuted, smacking his shoulder as she folded her legs beneath her to sit beside him, tugging the woven shawl hanging over her shoulders closer. “He fell because he’s a skxawng (moron/idiot).”

“Liar,” Lo’ak hissed in English, sending her a fierce glare, to which she only responded by sticking out her tongue and humming childishly as Tuk would.

Mo’at clucked her tongue again and they stopped, turning to face her. “And you,” she gestured to Kiri, “what happened?”

“Tuk was running from yerik in her dream, and I fell victim to her foot.”

Her grandmother smiled fondly, “She should be able to sleep by herself now.”

“She can,” Kiri grumbled, “she just likes to sleep near me. Which is fine but... I’m not a fan of her kicking habit.”

“She’s never kicked me,” Lo’ak shrugged boastfully.

“She has bit you though.”

His smug look dropped immediately, ears falling flat against his skull as he remembered the vicious bitemark on his bicep from his little sister. “Oh yeah.”

“Come closer, and don’t flinch,” Mo’at ordered, slathering a thick layer of a grey paste to her grandchildren’s noses, tail swishing in frustration as they flinched away from the smell and coldness.

“Bleugh, that’s worse than ikran shit,” Lo’ak cursed, shrieking lightly when Mo’at smacked the back of his head. “Ngaytxoa, ngaytxoa (sorry, sorry)! But it’s true!”

Kiri just shuddered, focusing intently on counting the beads in her hair instead of the godawful stench on the middle of her face. Sometimes knowing what was in the pastes was better, but this one was worse.

“Okay,” Mo’at stood quickly, shooing them towards the entrance, “leave now. I’m busy healing people who actually need help.” She gave them each a small pat on the cheek before shooing them out again more aggressively, the bangles and adornments on her arms rattling as she did.

“Irayo si (thank you),” Lo’ak shouted behind him, Kiri bowing her head, before they disappeared further into the village.

“Eywa this shit is so gross,” Lo’ak mumbled quietly, leaning closer to Kiri’s ear as they navigated through the growing crowd of early morning hustle and bustle.

“It’ll fade away in a minute,” Kiri muttered, scratching at her upper lip with a slight grimace. It was like she could taste it!

“Yip! Kiri! Lo’ak! Matu (hey)!”

The two na’vi stopped still, turning round to follow the direction of the voice to see Alu rushing over, eyes still hazy with sleep.

“Kxi (hello),” Kiri smiled softly, feeling her face warm as her friend came closer.

It was obvious she was preparing to draw them into a hug, but both Sully’s stepped back awkwardly, shaking their heads. “Um… we have Mo’at’s bruise salve on,” Lo’ak explained quickly upon seeing her face fall slightly.

Immediately she wrinkled her nose, dropping her hands to her side. “Oh ew. What happened?”

Lo’ak shrugged, “I tripped into a root and Tuk kicked Kiri in her sleep, both smashed our noses though.”

“Wiya (damn)… ’ak (ouch). You should be more careful,” they started to continue walking and Kiri couldn’t help feeling upset by the way that Alu was solely addressing Lo’ak. “I swear Lo, it’s always you getting hurt from doing something dumb,” she laughed, her hand brushing his arm quickly. Kiri’s heart lurched. Lo? Gross.

Lo’ak just held his hands up, turning the attention to his sister who had started to sulk a few steps behind them. “It was her fault,” he huffed, “she tripped me!”

Kiri just rolled her eyes, watching a dazzling smile appear on Alu’s face. “You deserved it, you were making fun of me for my nose saying I looked gross, so I thought it was only just.”

Alu gasped, laughing as Lo’ak spluttered out insults, falling into step with Kiri and linking arms. She leaned closer, close enough for Kiri to feel the tickle of her hair against her cheek as she whispered, “Don’t tell him, but you should’ve broken his nose for that.”

Kiri’s ears twitched and Alu let out a quiet chuckle that she muffled beneath her palm. “You’re right,” Kiri mused, “next time.”

Lo’ak checked over his shoulder to see if the girls were even following him only to see Kiri’s bioluminescent freckles glowing more and more as Alu continued whispering to her in a faux hushed voice, occasionally giggling and dropping her forehead to rest against the woven shawl she wore. He grinned evilly at her and winked, ignoring the look of sheer panic on his sister’s face, and continued walking ahead, whistling as he went.

Eventually, Alu tore herself away from Kiri’s side with a small frown, dismissing herself from their company to go aid her siblings in their chores- chores that she had initially abandoned to run over to talk to them before getting distracted and following them on their walk. As soon as she was out of earshot, Lo’ak started making loud and obnoxious kissy noises, to which Kiri lunged at him, raising her fist to slam it against his chest. “Fnu (be quiet)!” she hissed, nose twitching as Lo’ak continued to tease her, the laughter bubbling out of him in a way that she found incredibly frustrating. “Lo’ak,” she groaned, tugging at her hair in desperation, yellow eyes big and wide like Tuk’s when she'd try to convince people to be nice to her when she’d been a menace. Lo’ak stopped teasing, coughing loudly in hopes it’d smother his remaining laughter and sent Kiri a shy half smile.

“Ngaytxoa (sorry),” he said, nudging her shoulder with his as they circled back to their family’s hut. “I was just joking.”

“I know,” Kiri muttered, taking a deep breath in, “it’s just… I really try not to make it obvious.”

Lo’ak pulled a face of sheer disbelief (one that he’d seen his father pull frequently as if forgetting people could see him) but immediately shook it off, knowing it’d only piss Kiri off. “In the nicest way possible… you’re shit at subtlety.”

“Kalweyaveng (son of a bitch),” she laughed, pushing one of her braids behind her ear.

“I’m being honest! Serious, swear it, on Eywa!”

“On Eywa?”

Lo’ak nodded, face as solemn as he could muster.

“Shit,” she breathed, scratching at her chin awkwardly.

“Shit indeed,” he echoed, “but don’t worry, ‘m fairly sure the family’s subtlety ran out after Neteyam.”

“True, sa’nok is only subtle half the time.”

“Yeah, and dad? Cannot keep it together for one moment, he’s an… what’s the phrase? A readable-“

“An open book?”

“Yeah! Yeah, he’s an open book.”

“Who’s an open book?” A deep voice questioned, causing both Lo’ak and Kiri to glance at each other nervously. They seemed to forget about their father’s ability to sneak up on people. Shit.

“Umm…”

“Spider,” Lo’ak blurted. “He’s all like, blah blah blah, and all that shi… y’know?”

Jake tilted his head to the left, brows furrowing ever so slightly and Lo’ak winced. Shit, again.

“You’re up to something,” Jake concluded, folding his arms across his chest.

“Whaaat?” Kiri laughed, voice cracking slightly. She coughed. “No, I mean, no we’re not.”

“Lo’ak…”

“No sir, Kiri speaks nothing but the truth, Devil Dog sir. Umm Alpha Bravo Charl…” He lifted his hand to his brow in mock salute, elbow raised high.

Jake just rolled his eyes, tweaking Lo’ak’s twitching ear gently with a smug smile playing on his face- Kiri couldn’t help but marvel how similar Lo’ak looked to him when he pulled that face. “Get back inside, skxawngs,” he laughed, watching them practically run back to their hut, tails tucked between their legs.

Perhaps the Sully’s were notorious for their lack of subtlety, but everyone knew Kiri and Lo’ak were the worst at it.

By the time he got back to the hut, Kiri and Lo’ak were already squabbling again, this time over a piece of fruit, an argument Neytiri was refusing to acknowledge given her very obvious eye rolls and the fact that she was faced away from them with Tuk tugging at her hair.

Jake whistled sharply, watching Kiri and Lo’ak’s face fall blank, eyes wide and mouths agape. He grinned again, laughing at their dumbstruck faces, and Neteyam chuckled into his own fruit.

“Skxawngs,” he hummed fondly, stroking his wife’s cheek absentmindedly before attacking Tuk with tickles. “Rutxe (please) Tuk, ‘ak (ouch),” he cried dramatically once she had gotten a fierce hold on the roots of hishair and started tugging relentlessly, small legs kicking wildly.

“Ngaytxoa sempul (sorry dad),” she giggled, letting go only for him to sweep her up in his arms again, swinging her round. “Ahhh! Ftang, ftang (stop, stop)!”

Jake grinned, slowly yielding, and placing her back on the ground, where she immediately ran to curl up in Neytiri’s arms for safety. “Alright, ‘evi (kid), go hide like always. I’ll getcha again.”

“Ma’Jake,” Neytiri hummed, smoothing her palm over Tuk’s kuru gently, watching her mate hold his hands up in surrender before sitting down nearer to his teenagers.

“Kiri… Lo’ak, what happened to your face, ‘evan (boy)?”

Lo’ak looked up from the thread he was messing with, eyes wide and panicked, quickly swallowing his mouthful before prearing to launch into a great tale of dramatics. Kiri noticed this and beat him to it: “He fell into a tree root.”

Lo’ak kicked her. “Nuh uh! She,” he pointed at Kiri, the tip of his finger poking her cheek, “pushed me over and I fell. I was violently attacked!”

“That’s not true!” She squawked, staring up at Jake as innocently as she could.

“Does sound like you Kiri,” Neteyam added, wincing at the death glare she sent his way.

Lo’ak laughed slightly at the way Neteyam balked and Kiri’s glare flicked over to him, somehow more furious than when she looked at Neteyam. It was an uncomfortable heat swirling in her eyes, and it was making him itch, even when she cast her eyes to the floor. “She did push me,” he started again, more desperately than before, anxious to escape Kiri’s rage. “She told Alu she did!”

That did it.

Kiri slowly turned to face Lo’ak again, face frozen in pure shock. He recovered quickly and grinned cheekily whilst meeting his dad’s eye.

“Lo’ak…” she whispered painfully, almost choking on the word.

“You told Alu, hey? Hmm. She’s nice,” Jake smiled knowingly, looking just like Lo’ak once again. Kiri visibly deflated.

“I was kidding,” Kiri spat, crossing her arms, and sulking.

“Ah, ah, ah, don’t close up babygirl,” Jake sang, tapping her cheek playfully, watching in delight as she yelped and then glared at him.

“Bah!” She exclaimed, smacking his hand away and snarling quietly. “Ftang (stop)! It’s not funny.”

“Ma’Kiri,” Neytiri started, her voice as smooth as the stones adorning her braids, “tell us what’s wrong.”

“I’m fine.”

Neytiri clucked her tongue, lifting Tuk from her lap to move closer to the others, her youngest now wrapping herself around her sister’s slouched figure.

“No Tuk,” Kiri whined, pushing her away.

Tuk pouted- all big eyed and sad- moving to cuddle up to Lo’ak instead, close enough to be able to rest her feet in Kiri’s lap.

Jake reached out tentatively to stroke her cheek, leaning closer to try and meet her watery gaze. “Ma’itetsyìp (little daughter)… I- we were…”

“Plltxe (speak),” Kiri snapped, hesitantly meeting his eye.

“Why are you embarrassed about us talking about Alu?”

Her face crumpled and she began to sob, burying her face in her hands as she wailed. Lo’ak patted Tuk’s hair comfortingly to keep her from crying, meeting Jake’s eye and nodding in confirmation of what the man already assumed. Neytiri had moved quicker than anyone could comprehend to pull her daughter into a hug, smoothing down her hair and shushing her tears. “Mawey ma’ite (be calm, my daughter). You’re okay, you’re okay.”

“How’d’ya feel now?” Jake asked once her sobs had ceased, tapping unintelligible rhythms against her ankle bone.

“Nawm (great),” Kiri sniffed, wiping at her eyes aggressively. “Ngaytxoa, I didn’t mean to…”

“Do not apologise,” Neytiri interrupted fiercely, pressing a kiss to her temple. “Now, rutxe (please), tell us what’s wrong.”

She froze, unblinking. She didn’t want to. Unconsciously, her eyes drifted over to Lo’ak, all teary and panicked, and he smiled at her gently, as if encouraging the words to roll off her tongue. She went to shake her head but was still, paralysed with fear.

“Kiri,” Lo’ak whispered softly, as gentle as the breeze, “it’s okay.” He nodded once more, this time more confidently than before. Tell them. Tell them. Tell them. Kem astìtewnga’ si tute astew (a brave person does brave deeds).

She nodded back- barely visible, but Lo’ak knew, a bright smile tugging at his mouth as he watched his sister shuffle in place awkwardly before rolling her shoulders back and straightening up to face her parents properly.

“I like Alu.”

Jake nodded. “Yeahhh…”

Kiri’s dark brows furrowed, looking as perplexed as Jake had when he first started learning na’vi traditions. “That- that’s it. I like Alu.”

“So do I,” Neytiri smiled, “she’s lovely-”

“No.” Kiri shook her head, her hands trembling in her lap. “No, I like her, like like like her.”

“Yes, we- uh- we thought you might’ve felt like that,” Jake spluttered nervously, scratching his head. “Sorry. I know that’s probably not what you wanted us to say.”

Kiri teared up.

“You’re not the most subtle at the best of times, ma’ite,” Neytiri hummed, stroking Kiri’s hair, “especially not when you’re in love.”

Unsubtle. Was it really that obvious? She glanced over to Lo’ak and he shrugged as if reading her mind and she thought back to earlier that day where he had said the exact same thing. Oh Eywa…

“Kiri’s in love?” Tuk questioned Lo’ak, intending to be quieter but still unable to monitor her volume properly.

“Yes, tsmuketsyìp (little sister),” Neteyam laughed softly, sending Kiri a huge grin.

“Kezemplltxe (of course),” Lo’ak whispered in her ear, pinching her waist playfully, dodging her wriggling limbs.

Unable to fight it, Kiri’s face split in half with the biggest and brightest smile they’d seen on her, practically glowing as they all huddled together to smother her in hugs and kisses, Tuk weaselling her way closer to chew at her shawl affectionately.

“Bah, Tuk stop wriggling! ‘Ak (ouch)! She bit me!” Lo’ak screeched.

“Tuktiery,” Jake said in a low voice.

“Ngaytxoa, sempul,” she responded immediately, kicking Lo’ak purposefully one more time before settling down.

“Sooo…” Neteyam started, “when are you going to tell her?”

Kiri froze. Shit. “Umm, I’m- I’m not.”

Neytiri drew back, a frown marring her pretty face. “No, you have to say something.”

“Fiiinneee,” she groaned, squeezing her eyes shut to avoid her mother’s expecting stare.

“Yay!” Tuk cheered. “Ooooh! Do it now, do it now, do it now! If you don’t, I’ll bite you.”

“Wha-”

“Yeah, do it now or you’ll never say anything, and we’ll have to suffer through you complaining about it all day,” Lo’ak jibed, sending her a genuine smile to show he was just kidding.

“Okay, okay, okay!” She cried, standing up on shaky legs.

“Go!” Jake laughed, ushering her away. “Quickly!”

Kiri sent them a big smile, nodding reassuringly before turning on her heel and rushing off, the twine shawl flying out behind her. Jake grinned as he watched her go, heart aching at how grown up she was now, turning to sit next to Neytiri who was beaming equally as bright with her hand on her mouth.

Kiri’s head span as she raced through the village. She was never one for physical activity, much preferring to limit it to chasing after Tuk and Lo’ak when going on adventures, finding it more enjoyable to stay hunched over in Mo’at’s company in the healing tent, mashing leaves and making salves. Now she realised just how unfit she’d become from that habitual behaviour, and Eywa, she regretted it. But soon enough, she reached an extremely familiar tent: Alu’s.

Shit.

But before she could even think of something to say, a lilting voice caught her attention a few meters away.

Kiri knows eavesdropping is bad, it’s something that her parents had constantly chided them all on (given how nosy they were and also due to the sensitivity of the information discussed between the Olo’eyktan and Tsakarem), and she was very nearly about to turn her attention back to the hut until she heard a laugh. A very girly laugh. The same one echoing in her brain from earlier that morning- Alu’s. Her feet betrayed her, and she found herself sneaking closer and closer until she could understand all of the words that were being shared in hushed whispers.

“Not here!” Alu had said lightly, although Kiri knew she was probably smiling whilst saying it, the words whispering past her fangs.

“You said the forest was too far away,” the other voice- a male voice- responded teasingly. Kiri’s brow furrowed deeply. Alu never really talked to boys… did she?

“Ma’Rasi, I said that because you are too impatient to wait all that way. It has nothing to do with me, nor my restraint.”

Oh. Kiri’s heart sank. Her feet stumbled backwards, and she ran away quicker than she had ran there. But she was so desperate to escape the situation she failed to stay quiet, the sound of her rushing away disrupting the quiet atmosphere Alu and Rasi stood in. Alu poked her head out from behind the cloth her sa’nok had hung out to dry over a branch that she and Rasi hid behind.

“Rasi,” she whispered, voice strained, “I think someone heard us.”

The boy inhaled deeply and ran after the person who’d been eavesdropping, hearing Alu race after him a few seconds later, panic ebbing through his veins.

Minutes later, Kiri appeared near her home and collapsed in exhaustion several meters outside the hut on the nearest patch of grass and soil, curled up on the floor and sobbing deeply. Shit. Of course, this happened. Of fucking course! She should’ve just stayed home and let Tuk chew away at her flesh until all that was left was a pile of bones and her twine shawl (but knowing Tuk, she’d gnaw her way through that too, she had already developed a bad habit of eating hair beads). She didn’t know why she’d never considered the possibility that her extremely beautiful best friend was involved in a courtship, she never even considered if Alu even liked girls in the same way!

All the running had knocked the breath from her lungs, leaving her lying on the ground dizzy and struggling to breath. She prayed silently to Eywa, mostly unintelligible strands of sentences that made no sense but seemed to be the only words she could muster. Oel ngati kameie Great Mother, she thought somewhat bitterly as she felt her heart thump heard enough against her rib cage she was confident it would burst straight through the brittle bone. Her tears had ceased, mainly because of her exhaustion, and were now drying on her face over her still glowing freckles. She could feel the soil against her cheek but couldn’t find it within herself to go anywhere else, so stayed on the soft soil of the forest near her home.

Kiri was so tired that she couldn’t hear the thundering of footfalls against the ground, sending vibrations through the soil she lay in. Didn’t hear the distinct shout of Alu’s gentle voice. Didn't hear either of these things getting closer and closer and-

“Wiya (damn),” a masculine voice huffed sharply from above her. Rasi. He sucked in a deep breath, staring down at Kiri’s unmoving frame and laughed painfully. “You’re a great runner, Kiri te Suli Kìreysì’ite. Could outrun anything out there if I could run that fast.”

“Kä (go),” Kiri groaned lowly, still facing the soil. She didn’t want to hear him gloat about how he successfully wooed Alu’s heart or whatever else he wanted to say to kick her when she was down.

“Ma’paysyul (waterlily), what are you doing down there?”

Her hands clenched at Alu’s lovely voice. This was going to hurt.

“We heard you.”

“Heard me when? I'm afraid I don’t know what you mean.” She answered coldly.

“Pxiswawam (just a moment ago),” Rasi said dryly.

“Hmm, must’ve been someone else-” Kiri started, pushing herself up with the intention of rushing back to her hut and hiding away forever.

“You think me a skxawng, Kiri?” Alu teased, moving to sit next to her friend, playing with a half-braided red and green bracelet.

“No…” she whispered, drawing her knees up to her chest and resting her chin atop them, ignoring the soil that clung to her blue limbs.

“Then don’t treat me like one. You ran, why?”

Kiri shrugged. “I heard something that was not meant for me to hear.” She couldn’t help how bitter the words sounded. “So, I left.”

“You ran,” Rasi corrected, nose twitching as she met his eyes with a fearsome stare.

“Call it what you’d like, Rasi,” she said cruelly, “running, leaving, whatever.”

Alu blinked slowly, looking up at Rasi who nodded to her quickly.

“Kiri… what did you hear?”

“You and Rasi… Why didn’t you tell me?”

Alu’s face fell quickly. “Tell you what?” Her voice was squeaky now, shaking.

“That you and Rasi…” Kiri grit her teeth and gestured around with her hand, “y’know, that you’re courting or whatever it is that yo-”

She was interrupted by a bellowing laugh from Rasi, the na’vi doubling over at her obvious jealousy. “Courting? Me? With her? Oh, for Eywa’s sake, you’re both as kakrel (blind) as each other!”

At his outburst, Alu’s face flushed darker, her ears twitching as her tail anxiously began to swish behind her.

(Unbeknownst to the trio, the Sully’s were able to hear every word and were currently breaking the Olo’eytkan’s most sacred rule: no eavesdropping. They hunched together by the opening to their hut with their ears pressed against the canvas, whispering to each other in shock.

“Oh no,” Neteyam sighed, “Alu’s with Rasi? I could’ve sworn he was with-”

“Foai? Yeah, he is,” Jake finished, “I gave him the Olo’eyktan’s blessing a few weeks ago. He’s not courting Alu.”

Lo’ak gasped, “Which means Kiri’s just a jealous freak!”

Tuk giggled quietly, hand over her mouth like Neytiri had told her once Rasi and Alu had stopped just a few metres away.

“She calls me a skxawng but she manages to cock this up,” Lo’ak murmured to Neteyam, causing the older boy to snort loudly, immediately slapping his hand over his mouth to muffle the noise.)

Kiri trailed her gaze over to her hut quickly, tail swishing as she fought the urge to run away again. Alu noticed this and stopped her by grabbing her wrist tightly, tugging her closer. Unfortunately, her strength was misjudged, and she sent Kiri sprawling into her lap.

“Eek!” She squeaked anxiously. “Ngaytxoa! Ngaytxoa, I only meant to…”

“It’s okay,” Kiri breathed, blinking quickly, "it's okay."

Of course it is, Rasi thought to himself, rolling his eyes and flexing his hands. His lip quirked upwards as he slowly started to slink away, dropping a second threaded bracelet by their feet before moving away quicker, occupying himself by drawing shapes into the grass.

Kiri smiled softly, unsure of how to act. Neither girl had gone to put more distance between them, but neither knew how to function with this little distance between them, instead they both sat staring at each other nervously.

Alu acted first, moving her right hand to cup Kiri’s cheek, careful to avoid the bruise on her nose. Kiri’s tail swished wildly. Alu always knew that Kiri had more ‘demon-like’ features but had never found any issue with them. In fact, right now she thought they were the most beautiful thing Eywa could’ve gifted to any na’vi: they were so enchanting and unique, not even Jake and Lo'ak had the same feautures as Kiri. “Nalor (beautiful),” she whispered, mouth barely moving.

Kiri found herself leaning closer, eyes focused on the specific umber yellow shade of Alu’s irises, noticing all the golden flecks that were dotted throughout. She stared at the smattering of glowing freckles across her face- far more than anyone in Kiri’s family had- and the small scar across her cheekbone from where her brother had accidentally sliced her with a knife when practicing his hunting techniques with her. Her mouth was slightly open, purple lips offset by her glistening white fangs and once Kiri looked down at them, she couldn’t move her gaze from them.

“I’m not courting Rasi, Kiri,” Alu said sweetly, nose twitching as Kiri’s tail brushed against her leg accidentally. “I wouldn’t do that to Foai, his actual mate.”

Kiri’s eyes widened and her ears pinned to her skull. “Oh-”

“Skxawng.” Alu lifted her hands to brush against Kiri’s forearms, fingers trailing over the twine adorning her shoulders. She tilted her head to the left ever so slightly, gazing at Kiri out of more narrowed eyes. “I wouldn’t you that to you either.”

“Um… what- what do you mean?” Kiri spluttered, eyes darting anywhere by Alu’s pretty face.

The other na’vi grinned, mouth widening into a smirk as she huffed out a gentle laugh at Kiri’s obliviousness. Her hand moved to her neck, thumbs brushing against her jaw to move her head to face her again. “Don’t act all shy now, you were so eager to eavesdrop earlier and now when I’m trying to tell you to your face, you’re searching for an escape route!”

“I- I’m not-” Kiri said quickly.

If possible, Alu’s smile brightened even more at Kiri’s words. “I know, I know. I’m just teasing, ma’yawnetu (beloved).”

(“Alu’s got moves!” Lo’ak beamed, “this is amazing.”

“Ma’yawnetu? Oh Eywa, Kiri’s all grown up. Ma’Jake, ma’ite’s all grown up.”

“Shhh mama, I can’t hear over your crying!”)

“Ma’yawnetu?” Kiri stuttered, blinking dumbly.

“Kiri… how many times did Toruk Makto drop you as a babe?”

Kiri’s face screwed up in confusion- “Uhm, he didn’t.”

“Are you sure? You seem a bit slower up there than usual,” she grinned, tapping her index finger against the girl’s temple lovingly, biting her lip to smother her laughter at Kiri’s offended stare.

“You’re being mean,” Kiri laughed quietly, finally looping her arms around Alu’s shoulders.

Alu grinned wickedly, left eye dropping into a wink. “I don’t mean to hurt your feelings, ma’tìyawne (my love). I can kiss you better if that’d help. After all, can’t have the Olo’eyktan after my head for upsetting his 'babygirl', can I?”

Kiri’s face flushed warmer than it’d ever been, and she just stared silently, mouth agape in pure shock. She couldn’t even function when Alu whispered to her earlier that day, how was she supposed to function when she said stuff like that to her?

“Kiri, can I-”

“Yes.”

“You didn’t know what I was going to say,” Alu rolled her eyes with a slight chuckle.

“Yes.”

Alu pinched her waist quickly. “Let me do this properly, ma’Kiri. So impatient,” she teased amusedly.

“Please just say what you need to, I might faint otherwise.”

“Oh well we can’t have that can we?” Alu moved her face even closer, her nose barely bumping into Kiri’s- which no longer smelt like Mo’at’s bruise salve (thankfully). “Nga yawne lu oer (you are beloved to me/I love you). Can I kiss you, ma’Kiri? Rutxe (please).”

Kiri nodded, letting Alu press her lips against hers.

Sometimes being related to such skxawngs like Lo’ak and evil critters like Tuk isn’t the worst fate Eywa has bestowed upon her. And now, now that she knows how much Alu loves her and knows how fucking obvious they’ve been for the past however long whilst trying to hide the signs of teenage love, Kiri is glad she was convinced to confess by her family, glad that she was possibly the most unsubtle person in the clan, and glad that she eavesdropped.

“You know,” Alu whispered, “Rasi was helping me prepare courting gifts for you.”

Kiri beamed, “Really?”

“Yes, that’s why I didn’t want you to know I’ve been hanging out with him. The less you knew the better.”

“I’m glad I know now,” Kiri admitted, trailing her middle finger along the length of Alu’s nose.

“I’m glad you know now too, oer oare (my moon). I guess it’s for the best, hmm?”

🌟🫧🪷

DONE‼️

hope u enjoyed <3 lmk in the comments :)

#kiri avatar #avatar fic #avatar the way of water #avatar imagine #atwow kiri #kiri x reader #jake sully #lo’ak te suli tsyeyk’itan #neteyam #neytiri #tuktirey #kiri te suli kìreysì'ite

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leafytaffy · 2 years

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Everhood Illumination Movie Trailer

Illumination logo, dramatic music score playing

Scene of Blue stealing Red’s arm plays

Red (voiced by Keanu Reeves) running after Blue, “HEY! GIVE THAT BACK!”

A lost doll…

Scene of Red finding Frog (voiced by Dwayne The Rock Johnson), “You ain’t from here, are ya? Lemme show you the ropes, kid.”

A mysterious place…

Scene of Red walking into the club, everyone shooting them dirty looks

Red bumps into Zigg (voiced by Chris Evans), “YOU OUGHTA LEARN SOME MANNERS, PUNK!”

Immediate cut to clip of frog saying “you gotta know how to defend yourself ‘round here.”

Scenes of Red fighting various characters play along with Red being thrown into the incinerator.

Red comes out, Blue (voiced by Danny DeVito), “hey… would ya help me?” “Not unless you get my arm back.” “Legs for an arm. Deals a deal.”

“…and also, how to have a good time.”

Cake By the Ocean by DNCE starts playing

Shot of Red and Zigg having a dance battle in the club

Shot of Red running the obstacle course and falling over, Vampire Kid (voiced by Billie Eilish) yells “Try again!” Keeps yelling at Red to try again after a montage of Red failing spectacularly at the obstacle course

Shot of the racers all in front, then a quick yet long zoom to Red in back. Blue asking Racebot “hey quick question how fast does this thing g-“ before the cart zips off, shot of Blue’s face, mouth being blown around in the wind like a dog out a car window while they scream

Then a shot of Rasta beast (voiced by Samuel L Jackson) shouting “Watch out for Zigg!” Before red is quickly hit by a bottle while Zigg taunts them afterwards

An epic adventure

Shot of Green’s medallion campaign starting, Green (voiced by Will Smith) Everyone sitting around the table, Green shouts, “Brace yourselves!”

Shot of Red saving Flan only for a mob of squirrels to attack them

Shot of Red running from a dragon spitting fire with Rasta in their arms, Rasta quickly extinguishing a flame on Red’s cape

Shot of the Evil Wizard laughing while lightning strikes behind them “finally… I’ve been waiting all this time to-“ suddenly a doorbell sounds and the shot goes from the Wizard to Green shouting “Ooh! Pizza’s here!” Everyone else cheers excitedly, “PIZZA TIME! WOOOO!!”

Suddenly the happy music stops.

Shot of Gold Pig (Jack Black) ominously saying “Get that doll.”

Shot of Rob and Zob saying “On it, boss.”

Shot of Rasta beast growling

Shot of Purple mage (Scarlett Johansson) ominously hovering over Red, “You’re a danger to us all. Back down.”

“Not if I have anything to say.”

“Red will DESTROY US ALL!” Shouted by Gold Pig slamming their fist on the arm of their chair.

Shot of Red running through the desert being chased by Sir Lost A Lot

Shot of Red at the campfire with Rasta, “Do you know what you’re doing here?”

Shots of Red fighting several characters

They will see

All is good…

Clip of Pink, in the most effeminate gay voice you have ever heard in your life, saying “Yeah. I am. I’m saving us all.”

Clip of Pink sinking into the mud, “I’m ready.”

EVERHOOD

Quick clip of Red holding the racing trophy, Blue stumbles into shot, “I think I gotta lay down for a bit…” Blue faints and smashes into a trash can while falling down.

Coming to theaters March 4

#Everhood

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disfrutalakia · 6 months

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Can I pick yor brain to theorize a bit? So Blue won today which means they're leading. If we do a bit of math we can conclude that purgatory will end on the 18th (otherwise they could tie or it will last until the 20th which would be a bit more than 2 weeks). That would mean that if Blue wins two more times they win no matter what. The same way, if Red wins 3 more times they win no matter what.

The problem here is: no one has any concrete evidence for which is the cursed team yet. Some theorize is one, some want to be the other. But no one knows.

The Eye said guess or find out or something like it. But we don't know in what to base it. Should we base our guess in lore, in strength, in suffering, in meta?

The closest anyone got to the real truth was ElQuackity being offered to know in exchange for killing someone that day or he would die. Well, he didn't die so there's that. And he talked to the Eye again after that and didn't mention anything about it. So, did they just ignore that plot point or does ElQuackity know now which team is cursed but the audience doesn't?

You could argue that he wanted Blue and Green to tie BECAUSE he knew which team is cursed. He could either want Blue to lose so the cursed wins OR because he wanted the cursed to lose (since that would doom the eggs too).

ElQuackity has not logged since going to Blue so we can't test this theory well yet.

Or maybe the Eye is lying about the whole thing, which wouldn't be a surprise, and no one is cursed.

If by any God forsaken chance Green was the cursed team... F in chat to our eggs, you will be missed. The Gay Ninjas tried their best. There's no coming back from this one.

One of the tweets also said "May the best egg die". How does that work? What is "best" here based on?

The more I hear the Eye talk the less I fear him. Can't he threaten people better? He showed a video of the eggs running away like two months ago. Show them now you half-baked villain, we've known they ran away since the end of the happy pills arc. Do you actually even have them? Forever could do a stone Richarlyson at his home, you're not impressing anyone with this. Just cause your is bigger and has Pomme's beret it doesn't mean anything. (I hope. F Pomchas.)

Also, once again it begs the never answered question: What WOULD happen if they tied? What will Eye do if they don't do anything all day? Like, sure, if cursed loses is bad but if it's before the last day they didn't lose yet. Just that day (technically).

If we go meta, I think they didn't choose the cursed team yet and may do so only based on the results from the event. But that's boring so let's talk about lore and real fun things like that.

For me, the cursed team being whoever had ElQuackity on them is something that has some kinda of proofs, but at the same time wouldn't make that much sense. Like did the eye know from the beginning who would be the teams? And why would everything fall on ElQuackity? And would that mean that cursed team changed from green to blue? If the curse truly is on the person I mean.

And can I be real? The eye guy SUCKS as a villain, sure he is ominous and can see everything but guess what? So could the feds, and the eye plans are a lot worse than theirs which mean they are horrible cause like, the feds are the guy who sent a single worker on a boat to purgatory!! The eye is not what strikes fear really, it's the islanders minds that do, the ones that keep thinking of the what if, what if they lose? What if they are cursed? What if they never go back? I get what they were trying to do with the eye but it didn't really work, he isn't around enough to really strike fear on us. And like, not that we know a lot about the reasons of why the feds do their stuff, but why the egg hates sinners and eggs so much? Is he god? What is he?

Okay got a bit distracted sorry, the whole "may the best egg die" thing sounded more like just a play on words really, but what if the best one is the one who survives? What if the statues really were connected to the eggs and the ones who weren't killed will be considered the best? Doesn't make a lot of sense but honestly cannot think about other possibilities for that choice of words.

The tie also makes me confuses, when it was said they would all die, did they mean everyone including red? Or if not, would everyone just be sent to red and they would win by default?

I'm a believer that there isn't a cursed team really, that it's mostly a mind game from the egg part to see how low the islander can go, to see them running around like rats trying to survive while also hunting each other like wolves, because there are no clues for the players really, like we as an audience can have our theories based on millions of povs, but what about the islanders? they can't do that.

I would like there to be clue drops over the next days since we are so close to the end but, I don't think it will be the case really. I think the curse team doesn't exist and this will be revealed at the end.

#asks #god I missed having lore thoughts

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8, 17, 25 for the artist ask game >:J

8. What do you like most about your own work?

this is a fun question. well for one i like that i like my own work now, for the most part... not that i never get frustrated but more often i draw something and then i feel pleased with it, and this was not always the case. a lot of that has to do with having fixed issues in my process over time. but it's also because i am capable of transmitting qualities i find interesting about the world, about color, about the body and how it moves in space, that are specific to my way of seeing them, and that's satisfying. if i had to pick one thing it would be how i draw bodies, it's hard to describe but at some point something happened and the entire way i see people changed, including how i see myself. as much as this is true for "art style" in every case, i feel like i am always depicting myself because i recognize things about the shape of my hands, or my arms, or my legs, or whatever, that i reproduce both consciously through using references of myself for convenience and habitually or subconsciously. i don't know what my point is. some sort of basic satisfaction in who i am

17. What inspires you?

EVERYTHING ALL THE TIME !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! but i put a lot of time and effort towards collecting things to use as reference or to take elements from and i think drawing from references that you find visually pleasing and developing a sense of taste in relation to this is important in a way i don't really hear people talk about. i have an aesthetic aversion to like, the type of pose reference you get from just googling a pose, the weird stock photo stiffness, the lighting and framing of classic deviantart stock photos... all of which can be a necessary utility but i save photos i LIKE for pose ref constantly so i have more options.

some of my favorite things are...

1) joshi wrestling photography (NUMERO UNO!!!!!!!!!!) you get a huge variety of angles and poses and i have a lot of appreciation for the costumes and visuals of it all. because they're still images of people in motion it captures weight and movement you don't get so much other places. "but that just gets me people fighting" you might think, and you would be wrong. women holding each other constantly.

2) historical photography. i'm especially fond of the prokudin-gorskii collection because there are all of these representations of clothing styles and silhouettes i find captivating, in color, and it's weird color because they're early color photos using a technique where you take three versions of the image, through a blue, red, and green filter respectively, and then to display them you project them through the filters again, and the effect is striking because of the saturation... like this one with the loggers, you can easy call to mind a million versions of the same photo seen in black and white, and it's not that black and white photography isn't also interesting but it drives me crazy how much pink and purple people were wearing across the russian empire between 1909 and 1915!

i was going to try not to talk too much about visual art in the answer to this question, but i'm also really into paintings by the peredvizhniki group, which stretched up to about the same time period in the same place, and you can look through these photos and identify shared subject matter, which is pretty cool.

3) historical artwork. especially stuff depicting clothing, or fencing manuals and the like. knights were doing all kinds of gay shit to each other if the fencing manuals are to be believed.

4) minecraft roleplay. this is self evident

25. Based on your recent reference searches, what would the FBI assume about you?

nothing... don't worry about it...

#m #asks #THANK YOU FORD :J

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emmalostinwonderland · 10 months

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WIP update

Hey, friends. I know literally no one is asking for this, but I started going through my google drive folders recently to see if I really do have as many WIP fics stacking up as I think I do... and apparently I have MORE than I thought.

I'm gonna go through all of them here mostly for my own peace of mind. However, if you read this and think one of the concepts sounds great and you want to shoot me some encouragement, my DMs and asks are open. Vague threats are also accepted, just to mix things up.

Anyway, synopses below the cut. Fandoms are tagged.

MCU

Steve/Bucky/Tony - Medieval Knights AU - est <20k words

Tony is the ruler of a small kingdom, and Steve is the lead knight. He and Bucky are together, and they open their hearts to Tony as time goes on. This is actually my fill for Fandom Trumps Hate 2023, so it's my top priority right now. I've got a full synopsis, most of the chapter outline, and literally none of the draft itself done.

Steve/Tony (with some Steve/Bucky in the beginning) - Conversion Camp AU - est >50k words

Steve meets Tony at a Pray-The-Gay-Away camp in 1995, they lose contact when Steve ages out of the program, canon events (super soldier serum and Iron Man) come into play, and they are reunited due to mutual connections with SHIELD or the US Military. So far with this, I have a very detailed synopsis, a full timeline for both Steve and Tony, a spotify playlist, character analyses, thorough research, and only like 800 words of a draft. This one WILL be finished, even if it takes me literal years.

Steve/Tony - Ireland AU - est <10k words

Tony meets Steve on the ferry from Liverpool to Belfast, and they have a whirlwind summer romance in Ireland. It's literally just a romcom. I wanted an excuse to fuck with their accents, so in this idea, Steve moved back to Ireland with his mom when he was super young, and Tony went to live with the Jarvis' (his godparents) in London after his parents died in his mid to late teens. I've got about 800 words in the draft, some loose research, and half a chapter outline. Maybe it'll get written, maybe not. Who's to say.

Steve/Tony - High School AU - est ~1k words

Steve and Tony are established high school sweethearts. They have Tony's parents house to themselves for the weekend. I wrote about 700ish words of this in January as a challenge to myself to write a whole oneshot in one night, but I chickened out when I got to the smut part, so it just sits in my google drive haunting me.

Steve/Tony - High Fantasy Soulmates AU - est ?? words

Steve is on a quest with a small party of his closest friends to take out the evil king in a neighboring kingdom. He meets his soulmate, Tony, in dreams every night. We all know what the plot twist is on this, so I'm not gonna bother spelling it out. I have about 4 sentences worth of an outline, but that's it.

Steve/Bucky - Friends with Benefits AU - est >20k words

Steve's wife, Peggy, finds that their relationship is getting stale and suggests inviting a third person to join them in bed from time to time. When Peggy ultimately leaves Steve anyway, he and Bucky discover something new just between the two of them. This is my latest collab with LouiKazooie! We have 2 others up on Ao3, and this one will likely be done before the end of the year.

Steve/Bucky - 1940's Canon Divergence - est ?? words

Dr Erskine sees Steve and Bucky's farewell moment before Steve attempts to enlist again, but he selects Bucky for the program instead in order to give him a higher likelihood of making it back home to Steve in one piece. I've got a synopsis, and I've got a one-liner for Howard written. That's it. Keep your expectations low.

Red, White, and Royal Blue

FirstPrince - Missionary AU - est <20k words

Alex moves to London for a study abroad program for international law, and Henry attempts to evangelize to him in a coffeeshop. Alex takes pity on him, and strikes up a tentative friendship with him. As they grow closer, Henry starts to realize that maybe he doesn't believe or connect with his religion the way he used to. I've got a detailed synopsis, and some of the scenes are clear as day in my head, but if I'm honest, there's no substantial outline or draft written down for this one yet.

FirstPrince - Din/Luke Oneshot Series - est ?? words

Alex and Henry roleplay as the Mandalorian and Luke Skywalker sometimes and the level of involvement gets more high stakes with every oneshot (like including cosplays or speaking Mando'a). This might be the dumbest idea I've ever had, but it's in my google drive so I had to include it here.

Percy Jackson and the Olympians

Percabeth - Revolutionary War AU - est ~10k words

Percy is a spy for the militia. Annabeth is a plantation owner's daughter. She joins the cause, providing secrets, maps, and the occasional distraction all while unlearning things she's believed her whole life. This was an idea I had on a flight somewhere, and I wrote a scene in the notes app of my phone until I could get to wifi again. Apparently I have 1500 words of the draft done? I've also got a character breakdown and a vague idea of the flow of the story. I'm excited about this one.

Idk I think 10 WIP fics is enough for now. This was painful to look at. Thanks for the support, guys.

#stucky #stony #stevebucky #stevetony #captain america #mcu #rwrb #red white and royal blue #firstprince #dinluke #pjo fandom #percy jackson #percabeth

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cloverandstuff · 3 months

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// manga spoilers ???

My experience watching the Mashle anime

Me: This show is pretty funny, I like this!

*Dot and Lance interacting*

Me: The red and blue rivalry curse strikes again! They seem like they'd be fun as a ship.

My experience reading the manga

Me: These two idiots are have so many more interaction in here and they still fight everytime. They probably become a popular ship in the fandom once they get animated-

*chapter 122 happens*

Me: ...oh my god, they're fucking gay.

*end of chapter 122*

Me: ...oh dear god, they're the sad gays.

How do I always end up liking a ship with the same fucking trope? This is a strong pattern and I want to escape.

#like not canonically #but that...#that was something i know eill drive shippers insane once animated #for good reason #HE CRIED #HIS TEARDROPS LANDED ON HIS FACE #AND HE JUST???#KINDA SACRIFICED HIMSELF FOR HIM???#AND FELL INTO HIS ARMS #LIKE THAT IS SO SWEET #i love them so much #Dot especially #but i love them #mashle

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for Ronnie; 🎮 🎻🎶🎄 ❤️ and for Strudel; 🎶 ❤️ 🤍💔🍦

for ronnie (going with like. the ronnie i use for rp where its post grievance and atrophy and theyre living in a mortal world just bc its more applicable to a lot of these questions):

🎮 VIDEO GAME CONTROLLER — what are three of your oc's favorite hobbies?

definitely playing guitar or just doing anything creative or artistic, probably going out in nature just like. taking a walk or something. even doing creative stuff outside but just Being outside (and vinny has definitely gotten him into gardening too at least a little). and then the last one. does gay activities count. cuddling and kissing. i feel like thatd be really high on his personal favorite activities list so im counting it

🎻 VIOLIN — does your oc play any instruments? what is their skill level

YES as previously mentioned he plays guitar. and hes had... hundreds of years to practice it so. hes definitely good at it though i dont think he honestly cares much for "mastering" the instrument or being able to do anything super complex i think he just enjoys the sounds and the process of playing the instrument and making the music happen

🎶 MUSICAL NOTES — what type of music does your oc like? do they listen to music very often?

i dont think he really has a preference? generally stuff thats not too loud not too fast paced. i can see him really liking jazz though. or anything in the blues genre. he seems the type to like older stuff as well. again though i dont think he has too much of a preference as long as its kinda slow and not too loud

🎄 CHRISTMAS TREE — what is your oc's favorite holiday?

probably valentines day because 1. his husbands birthday and 2. he is very gay. i think the gusbands generally try and celebrate mortal holidays just for fun and to shake things up but he doesnt have like an attachment to any of them that mortals might have from growing up with them. but he likes valentines day.

❤️ RED HEART — what are three of your oc's positive traits?

hmmm. probablyyyy. hes a good listener. very thoughtful. and this is a weird one but just bear with me. hes like.. kind of slow moving? emotionally and physically he takes a while to process stuff or spends a while getting to places and like. that strikes me as a positive trait bc theres just a lot more thought going on there i feel? a lot more consideration of just everything. if that makes sense

for strudel:

🎶 MUSICAL NOTES — what type of music does your oc like? do they listen to music very often?

definitely like. pop music love songs or songs about feeling good having a good time with other ppl. just generally positive stuff. but also probably more like. indie stuff thats kinda chiptune and fast paced and generally upbeat in that kind of pink glittery sparkly way. if that makes sense. though i think hed like a lot of different stuff thats just what he gravitates towards

❤️ RED HEART — what are three of your oc's positive traits?

hes VERY very caring and compassionate. cares about everyone and everything with his entire being. hes also an artist with a very high appreciation for art (because he. is kind of just art that came to life) and also a strong desire to make art and especially has an interest in art for children and he thinks art made for children to experience and learn from is very beautiful and essential and i just find that a really sweet trait of his. i dont wanna just describe the words kind or sweet or caring over and over again but i feel like. hes just full of kindness and love and its hard to not bring that up repeatedly. hes never judgemental and loves everyone and is kind to everyone and i just think hes so so sweet

🤍 WHITE HEART — what are three of your oc's neutral/questionable traits?

he is. completely selfless. which CAN be good especially i think in the fact that hes a pacifist (specifically in the situation hes in.. i think this is beneficial to him. even if its not too beneficial to the overall group) but. he kind of views himself as lesser and like hes supposed to be protecting everyone else and never himself. which can be good but also does a lot of bad especially for his mental health. and then hes also very sensitive which like. not a bad thing. its not bad that he cries easily or is bothered by violence but it creates a problem because he is trapped on. the murder and gore and death forever repeating island. and finally hes very obsessive and attached to his boyfriend which. again. is a thing of his thats not really a problem? it wouldnt be a problem really if it werent for the fact that his boyfriend is just a plush toy of. his boyfriend he used to actually have that he can never talk to again and it causes kind of constant emotional turmoil. and also the murder island is not the safest place to bring the last remaining thing of your boyfriend you have left

💔 BROKEN HEART — what are three of your oc's negative traits?

he is a self sacrificing pushover and that is not really an exaggeration. i mentioned before hes very selfless and while that can have some upsides. his self sacrificial tendencies are just unhealthy and HAVE almost lead to him dying. and also if you told him to go stand in a bathtub full of acid hed be like :( okay and go do it? simply because you told him to. and then hes.. extremely self isolating and up until the island quite literally almost never left his apartment. a very very big shut in living in the quiet and the dark alone which is definitely doing some evil stuff to his psyche. finally the last thing. again its hard not to circle back to some of his big traits like being a bit of a pushover but prior to the island he kind of exclusively hung out with people who made fun of him because. he felt like that was all he had in the communities that he was interested in. all of these are very like focused on himself and not as outward and thats because he really really tries to be. as loving and compassionate as possible which is great but it does mean he is shooting himself in the foot 50 times a day. yknow?

#captains log #ask #lame-4-u #🌩#🍩

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So, I'm only now catching up on Destiny Seeker, and I'm currently on episode 6, when Ai's caught a cold after taking out the trash in the rain because of course he did, and Songkhram is taking care of him and oh my heart they are so precious.

This series is just my style of humor (mostly)(thank you for the realistic vomiting and pissing scenes, the series wouldn't work without them)(sarcastically) and I love the friendships and bickering between the characters. Because it feels genuine back and forth, and not just being mean, like it comes off most of the time for me.

I was putting it off because I thought it was going to be like any other pulp, but I'm genuinely into it, encouraged to give it a go by all the positive posts and gifsets I've seen so far.

The power of tumblr strikes, and works again!

Edit after finishing it:

Kudos to Bank and Earth for the chemistry and portrayal of their characters' relationship, and it's transition from frienemies to lovers. They felt very natural and comfortable around each other which is not that common for me, loved the casual intimacy of just holding hands, and seeking comfort via hugs.

Huge plus for me was that there was more to the story than just couples getting together: there was the environmental aspect, defeating common enemy - the cousin Ohm (what the actual fuck was that gay detector invention??) - and the actual sex talk.

Production wise I am delighted that there were no slow motion scenes, nor overuse of sound effects! (We could use official english subs, but as always fansubbers came through on that fort so huge thanks for them!). And they had some good mics!

And the colors! Both main characters' red and blue (so much red and blue everywhere) and the show in general. Loved the cinematography of that beach trip episodes!

They are definitely one of my favorite thai bl couples!

#destiny seeker #they. are. so. precious.#be still my heart #blmpff rumbles

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blaze13full · 2 years

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Short prompt

@hotmessteaparty it is a SHORT one you needy little gremlin, a little fluff and a little emotional support bc recently I was writing too much trauma, just gonna show you that I can be nice to my OC's

The scream that echoed through the halls of the Cerberus headquarters was loud and devastating with everyone hearing it stopping dead in their tracks. Every mercenary looked in the direction the female scream came from, every book-keeper, every employee didn’t dare to move a muscle. A second scream ripped through the silence, this was when doors were opened, especially one to a big office on the top of the building. A blonde haired man, with striking blue eyes in a perfectly fitting and clean beige-suit and tie was quickly, almost racing down the stairs to the source from where the screams are coming from. The male was followed by a Japanese person with different coloured hair, black jeans, military boots and a Led Zeppelin T-shirt. Both came to a halt in front of the door to the infirmary where a young girl was also waiting trembling in fear.

“I thought this was an examination because of her nausea and her fever” Charlie mumbled, crossing his arms in front of his chest. Yakumo was just about to say something when the door opened and a black haired male stepped out of the infirmary, adjusting his glasses on his swollen cheek. “What the hell is going on in there?” Charlie demanded to know from his Doctor who raised his look. “Well, it seems that Miss Novoa is pregnant… and she didn’t really take it too well…” he confessed, finally leaving the other 3 people speechless for a moment. Until Yakumo found his tongue again “But… But I thought she is not able to… you know” The Doctor shrugged and looked at him with a raised eyebrow “No, I never said that… I said that there is an extremely low almost non.existing chance because of what happened, but I never said that she is completely unable to'' With that the Doctor scratched his nose “ So who is the lucky father?” the Doctor asked, with everyone looking at the japanese “Don’t look at me I am the gay one here” he said before everyone turned to Charlie “Ergh no, she is like a daughter to me, that would be so…. “ he shook the thought of before Yakumo’s eyes widen “I need to take a call” with that he disappeared.

Hours later Yakumo knocked on Sera’s room “It’s just me and I am coming in” when he opened the door he was found by a dark and completely chaotic room. Someone in here had a panic-attack shredding the room into pieces and now she was sitting there in a corner. She looked so small and miserable, not at all the confident woman, his strong co-worker the hacker knows. “I brought you some tea” his voice was calm and soft as the male slowly sat down in front of her.

“Yakumo….” she mumbled his name with so much sadness “I don’t know what to do” that she started to cry, desperately. Slowly Sera crawled over to her colleague, curling up in his arms. “I know… I know” he held her softly for a while until her sobbs ebbed down “Sooo he got you pregnant…”, Yakumo started earning a grumble “Of course he did'' Sera answered “He is too stubborn to die so his stubbornness made me pregnant..” she looked up at him with wet red eyes “A breeding-kink is only funny as long as you don’t get bred…” Yakumo commented “Oh god stop” Sera mumbled hiding her face “Like a fucking rabbit” he continued earning a soft slap “And I know because you forgot to take your fucking earpiece out…. 3 times!” he started to laugh again when Sera’s face flushed red and she slapped again at his chest “You could have stopped listening” she grumbled making the japanese laugh again “Oh but me and Bambi really enjoyed the show” he grinned broadly making Sera fake vomit “Oh god no… noooooo noooo nonononononononooooo” she held her hands against her ears and then smiled weakly “Pervert” she mumbled before leaning back again.

“Will you go back and tell him? Have a happy little family on this island?” the japanese asked with a smirk but Sera’s look got dark “I don’t know if I will keep them… I don’t…. I just…” The Japanese nodded “It’s okay it’s alright… just… be sure… whatever you decide… I will be here and Charlie is excited to be a grandfather” he smirked again making Sera gasp “Oh my god Charlie…” slowly she got up a little wobbly on her feet “ He needs to tell me what to do, he needs to” Yakumo got up holding her “No, no no listen to me, this is not his decision this is YOURS, you are the mother and whatever you do we will figure stuff out…” he said holding her “However… I have to admit… I would be a really great uncle” he grinned making Sera look at him “This…. this thought alone, I don’t know if this is enough to convince me…” she sniffled rubbing her eyes “Actually that thought terrifies me” she teased the other with a soft smile slowly getting out of her room.

“That’s… rude but o.k. I just have one question… why did you slap the Doc?” Yakumo asked finally, leading Sera outside so she could take in a few deep breathes “Well he told me I was pregnant and I was like ´WHAT THE FUCK HOW?´ and he was like ´Well if a boy and a girl like each other´ you know…” Yakumo started to laugh violently “He… He tried to explain to you how sex works?” he asked still laughing and Sera nodding “Yup… as if I didn’t know how that fucking rabbit was mating with me…” now Sera also started laugh.

At this moment Charlie stepped outside to next to Sera “You can now all call me Padre and if anyone calls me old I will have their pays cut or their tongue… depends” he let Sera and Yakumo known. The woman looked at him a little perplexed “What… What do you mean?” she asked “I mean…” Charlie started “That it is a tough choice to make and I support you with whatever but I just want to let you know that my wife wants to be the godmother and I am ready to walk around with a stick if you make this choice” he took her hand “If not, my wife will be there for you from beginning till the end and I will give you at least 4 months off should you decide to abort… You have saved the lives of my children so often… this is the least I could do” after his explanation he left to go inside again “Oh and one more thing” he turned on his heel “You have to decide what to do with the father… we have the usual guns, knives… light kidnapping, drowning… drug overdose whatever you want…” Sera smiled a little “What if I want to have him in my life?” she asked with raised eyebrows “Then… Then…” Charlie stopped “Then I have to call the army of mercs back right now!”

#writing on tablet is weird #I can't do the continue reading thing #haven't found out how #far cry 3 #writers #fanfic #words #far cry 3 vaas #far cry fandom #my oc stuff #my writing #read on ao3 #vaas montenegro #fluff #emotional support #trigger warnings #any trigger

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Jabberwocky.

everyone’s tripping on tower bricks and crystal candycanes. twin bruises girl, you know what i mean pain star, call upon your saint of choice...Im tired of your perverted crush

i opened up to your wind rush and rejoiced

such a long long time ago and turned my back when i saw your muddy body in an ocean grave post-you showing

to me your truest colors and stabbed yourself face-first.

i turned the other cheek too much i told you sorry but i'm not. you were vile little alice. and twice as fucking vain. you planted seeds of jealousy in your flying monkeys trying to saddle me with blame.

you’re not a wicked witch yknow, you no longer have to play the part, my little horned flame.

they try to look and act like different masks of mine because you can't seem to replace me.

so why whine? because you broke your own damn heart with expectations and competitive childlike flaunts and you know now you’ll never beat me, yet…

i never wanted this for us and never thought of you ill that way. i loved you dearly but not queerly so you chose to run away.

it's your turn for the qliphoth now.

i've seen god and before him, in the abyss you too shall bow. your soul will mush, decay and rot. but you too shall be reborn as a babalonian jackpot

i crossed the abyss some times and i hope you cross it 3 times harder. the dark night of the soul awaits you. a punishment for repeated betrayal. betrayed me and betrayed yourself, your truest will and so did your selfish pawns.

i only screwed him because you screwed mine first. your power drill nails etched your name into my heart because you hate me. because you need me, and i loved you in a way you didn't want.

i truly tried to be your friend. not your experiment or toy. not your sidepiece or gay twin flame. not your charity accessory left gaunt

bought drugs for you and cried with you, chauffeured you and played your maid. i never wanted to compete with you but you couldn't stand the beacon in my soul and sprayed it with acidic Raid.

im a black hole now so honey try not to get sucked into the tirade.

i turned the other cheek too much and lapped up all your tears, i never tore your spirit down because the truth falls on deaf ears.

plato's cave is where you stay with your army of social elites. you all remind me of billionaires, the way our backs ache from your pairs of trust fund feet.

are the dots starting to connect yet miss alice? i know you feel ashamed. you’re only sorry for me and my struggle now because you’ve been defamed.

i’ll say it once and i’ll say it again, cus The Whore has just rode in.

i turned the other cheek too much my dear and you really love to strike when i can’t see you.

my blood dries purple. you made a martyr of me. i wear the crown, of silver lilac lavender, my three eyes bleed blue rivers clean, and my severed neck bears pearls and golden faked aquamarine, my heart pumps out green lightning. my stomach a golden meadow

of carnage under the moon, my womb a flaming holy wound. my sex an aching rushing haze of red and amethyst.

royal chrisist crucifixion, i wear my scars from you.

I strike you down girl, cus you were never friend but foe, you. dug your talons in… and i lost everything… but in the end what did you gain?

sweet alice please don’t be so vain, your fanclub’s had enough! be wiser and behave like a woman grown… i think we’ve both had enough… check your heart and like a phoenix or scorpions tail, i hope youre fit to rise.

and you, the brainless scarecrow, you’ve made me stiff like hay.

i inherit emerald city and toss your memory like a can of tin. I wear the mark of the beast and white and blue for my future munchkins.

you, april rose… bear the hat of the fool. I’ll hide you from your rabbit hole just for preying on me in high school. i am the white rabbit; see, you have to stop chasing after me. wake up my loves it’s time to say goodbye to wonderland where you’re kings and queens of swords, illuminating hell with your deceptive fabric lies and attempting me and i, my kingdom, my jabberwocky. i the queen of hearts and dorthyann and mallory, see past your pixels, hear me: your tok is tikking girl. the doctors got your medicine, on tower pills you choke. heavenly mother will always be here, for you’re entitled to instructions.

we know his manhood's tiny... and id still cut the arms right of him; if he ever put a hand on you unprompted.

i warn you that the tunnels reek of illness and destruction.

i hope he gives you all you dream of because at the end of the day ye hath deserve it.

i seal this letter with a kiss and send you off and angels lift

their wings to take your sainthood and bless you with their crown.

one more thing you should know, the crows told me your rainbow aura’s looking brown regina george.

Thoths sandy crown is now my cross to split and bear and disperse upon ye. jesus was the mushroom you hurled.

Sleep tight and dont let the bedbugs bite. You'll meet the Giant in the White Lodge where the owls gorge the flesh of THE ARM 🎖🍸🪖👽🏔☮️🕊 Y LA ZEITGEIST!

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@lovinggreeniehours happy anniversary!! ❤️💙

#THIS IS SO RUSHED HEHWJWJEEJG I'M SORRY IF I MADE SOME MISTAKES 😔😔🙏#i had this idea since the start of the month but i wasn't too confident on how to draw you and five but i hope you like this!#me when i saw the clock strike 12: OH FUCK OH SHIT 🏃🏻#WAHAHAHA but anyway #red and blue gay dynamic mmmm good shit #hope you two have a great day there weheheh #can u believe it tho IT'S BEEN 1 YEAR SINCE U MARRIED THIS BOOMER WAHAHAHAKWBSSJ /lh #u two are great don't let anyone separate u ever #SORRY I'M LIKE HUNRGY RN SO MY WORDS ARE ALL OVER THE PLACE BUT MY POINT IS THAT I LOVE U BOTH /P #happy anniversary again!!!!#➳ ; other's self ships #friendos ; arion !! ✰#oh if others want to rb this then go ahead ig sjsbshsjdj #✏ ; oreki makes something

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Queer Movies/Books/TV Shows for Pride Month!

Happy Pride everyone!! For your viewing/reading pleasure I have made a (non-exhaustive) list of queer media that I have enjoyed!

Movies/Documentaries

Pride (2014): An old tried and true favorite, which meets at the intersection of queer and workers’ rights. A group of queer activists support the 1985 miners’ strike in Wales (complete with a sing-through of Bread and Roses + Power in a Union)

Portrait of a Lady on Fire: On an isolated island in Brittany at the end of the eighteenth century, a female painter is obliged to paint a wedding portrait of a young woman (or, two young lesbians fall in love by the sea, and you cry)

God’s Own Country: Young farmer Johnny Saxby numbs his daily frustrations with binge drinking and casual sex, until the arrival of a Romanian migrant worker for lambing season ignites an intense relationship that sets Johnny on a new path (Seriously this movie is GREAT and doesn’t get enough love, watch it! It’s rough but ends happily)

The Half of It: When smart but cash-strapped teen Ellie Chu agrees to write a love letter for a jock, she doesn't expect to become his friend - or fall for his crush (as in she falls for his crush who is another girl. This movie was so good, and really friendship focused!)

Saving Face: A Chinese-American lesbian and her traditionalist mother are reluctant to go public with secret loves that clash against cultural expectations (this is an oldie and a goodie, with a happy ending!)

Moonlight: A young African-American man grapples with his identity and sexuality while experiencing the everyday struggles of childhood, adolescence, and burgeoning adulthood (featuring gay men of color!)

Carol: An aspiring photographer develops an intimate relationship with an older woman in 1950s New York (everyone’s seen this I think, but I couldn’t not have it here)

Milk: The story of Harvey Milk and his struggles as an American gay activist who fought for gay rights and became California's first openly gay elected official (the speech at the end of this made me cry. Warning, of course, for death, if you don’t know about Harvey Milk)

Pride (Hulu Documentary): A six-part documentary series chronicling the fight for LGBTQ civil rights in America (they go by decade from the 50s-2000s, and there is a lot of great trans inclusion in this)

Paris is Burning (Documentary): A 1990s documentary about the African American and Latinx ballroom scene. Available on Youtube!

A New York Christmas Wedding: As her Christmas Eve wedding draws near, Jennifer is visited by an angel and shown what could have been if she hadn't denied her true feelings for her childhood best friend (this movie is SO CUTE. It’s really only nominally a Christmas movie and easily watched anytime. Features an interracial sapphic couple!)

TV Shows

Love, Victor: Victor is a new student at Creekwood High School on his own journey of self-discovery, facing challenges at home, adjusting to a new city, and struggling with his sexual orientation (this is a spin-off of Love, Simon, and it’s very sweet and well done! Featuring a young gay man of color)

Sex Education: A teenage boy with a sex therapist mother teams up with a high school classmate to set up an underground sex therapy clinic at school (this has multiple queer characters, including a featured young Black gay man and also in season 2 there is a side ace character!)

Black Sails: I mean, do I even need to put a summary here? If you follow me you know that Black Sails is full of queer pirates, just queers everywhere.

Gentleman Jack: A dramatization of the life of LGBTQ+ trailblazer, voracious learner and cryptic diarist Anne Lister, who returns to Halifax, West Yorkshire in 1832, determined to transform the fate of her faded ancestral home Shibden Hall (Period drama lesbians!!! A title sequence that will make you gay just by watching!)

Tales of the City (2019): A middle-aged Mary Ann returns to San Francisco and reunites with the eccentric friends she left behind. "Tales of the City" focuses primarily on the people who live in a boardinghouse turned apartment complex owned by Anna Madrigal at 28 Barbary Lane, all of whom quickly become part of what Maupin coined a "logical family". It's no longer a secret that Mrs. Madrigal is transgender. Instead, she is haunted by something from her past that has long been too painful to share (this is based on a book series and it’s got lots of great inter-generational queer relationships!)

The Haunting of Bly Manor: After an au pair’s tragic death, Henry hires a young American nanny to care for his orphaned niece and nephew who reside at Bly Manor with the chef Owen, groundskeeper Jamie and housekeeper, Mrs. Grose (sweet, tender, wonderful lesbians. A bittersweet ending but this show is so so wonderful)

Sense8: A group of people around the world are suddenly linked mentally, and must find a way to survive being hunted by those who see them as a threat to the world's order (queers just EVERYWHERE in this show, of all kinds)

Books

Loveless by Alice Oseman: Georgia has never been in love, never kissed anyone, never even had a crush – but as a fanfic-obsessed romantic she’s sure she’ll find her person one day. This wise, warm and witty story of identity and self-acceptance sees Alice Oseman on towering form as Georgia and her friends discover that true love isn’t limited to romance (don’t be turned off by this title, it’s tongue-in-cheek. This is a book about an aroace college girl discovering herself and centers the importance and power of platonic relationships! I have it on my TBR and have heard great things)

Detransition, Baby by Torrey Peters: Reese almost had it all: a loving relationship with Amy, an apartment in New York City, a job she didn't hate. She had scraped together what previous generations of trans women could only dream of: a life of mundane, bourgeois comforts. The only thing missing was a child. But then her girlfriend, Amy, detransitioned and became Ames, and everything fell apart. Now Reese is caught in a self-destructive pattern: avoiding her loneliness by sleeping with married men.Ames isn't happy either. He thought detransitioning to live as a man would make life easier, but that decision cost him his relationship with Reese—and losing her meant losing his only family. Even though their romance is over, he longs to find a way back to her. When Ames's boss and lover, Katrina, reveals that she's pregnant with his baby—and that she's not sure whether she wants to keep it—Ames wonders if this is the chance he's been waiting for. Could the three of them form some kind of unconventional family—and raise the baby together?This provocative debut is about what happens at the emotional, messy, vulnerable corners of womanhood that platitudes and good intentions can't reach. Torrey Peters brilliantly and fearlessly navigates the most dangerous taboos around gender, sex, and relationships, gifting us a thrillingly original, witty, and deeply moving novel (again, don’t be thrown off by the title, it too, is tongue-in-cheek. This book was GREAT, and written by a trans women with a queer-and especially trans--audience in mind)

A Tip for the Hangman by Allison Epstein: A gay Christopher Marlowe, at Cambridge and trying to become England’s best new playwright, finds himself wrapped up in royal espionage schemes while also falling in love (this book is by a Twitter friend of mine, and it is a wonderful historical thriller with a gay man at the center).

Creatures of Will and Temper by Molly Tanzer: a very very queer remix of The Picture of Dorian Gray (which was already quite queer), featuring amazing female characters, a gay Basil, and a much happier ending than the original.

Red, White, and Royal Blue by Casey McQuiston: The gay prince of England and the bisexual, biracial first son of the president fall in love (think an AU of 2016 where a woman becomes president). Featuring a fantastic discovery of bisexuality, ruminations on grief, and just a truly astonishing book. One of my favorites!

One Last Stop by Casey McQuiston: For cynical twenty-three-year-old August, moving to New York City is supposed to prove her right: that things like magic and cinematic love stories don’t exist, and the only smart way to go through life is alone. She can’t imagine how waiting tables at a 24-hour pancake diner and moving in with too many weird roommates could possibly change that. And there’s certainly no chance of her subway commute being anything more than a daily trudge through boredom and electrical failures. But then, there’s this gorgeous girl on the train (This is Casey McQuiston’s brand new novel featuring time-travel, queer women, and I absolutely cannot WAIT to read it)

The Heiress by Molly Greely: Set in the Pride and Prejudice universe, this takes on Anne de Bourg (Lady Catherine’s daughter), and makes her queer!

Tipping the Velvet by Sarah Waters: Nan King, an oyster girl, is captivated by the music hall phenomenon Kitty Butler, a male impersonator extraordinaire treading the boards in Canterbury. Through a friend at the box office, Nan manages to visit all her shows and finally meet her heroine. Soon after, she becomes Kitty's dresser and the two head for the bright lights of Leicester Square where they begin a glittering career as music-hall stars in an all-singing and dancing double act. At the same time, behind closed doors, they admit their attraction to each other and their affair begins (Sarah Waters is the queen of historical lesbians. All of her books are good, and they’re all gay! The Paying Guests is another great one)

(On a side note re: queer books, there are MANY, these are just ones I’ve read more recently. Also there are a lot of indie/self-published writers doing great work writing queer books, so definitely support your local indie authors!)

#I am inevitably forgetting things!!!#These are just ones that came to mind #Long post #Pride

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DaveFarts - Episode 2 “Emergency Shower” [Episode List] Full of fiber-bars gas, Dave has a date with his girlfriend Dana but he’s late. Since he forgot his house-keys, he needs a place to take a shower as quickly as possible. Tim is obviously the nearest friend available…

Emergency Shower

“Sure, Dana!”

Dave said, sporting the fakest grin ever.

He was on the phone with his girlfriend, a pretty cool girl.

“I’ll be ready in less than 2 hours. As you wish…” he chuckled. “Of course I didn’t forget about your cousin’s birthday!” that was a spectacular lie. “Alright, alright… love ya…”

The moment he hang up, he put both his hands on his face and a muffled scream came out, earning some funny looks by his mostly older (and supposedly wiser) gym cliques.

“Someone’s not gonna get laid tonight” they bursted into a friendly laugh, mocking him.

“Really funny” he said, in a deadpan tone. “But for your information, here in my backpack I have a completely functional EFC: Emergency Formal Clothing”

“That sounds gay” one of them commented, sarcastically, scratching his beard.

Dave rolled his eyes and pulled off his white, sweat-soaked t-shirt, ready to take a shower, revealing the decent figure of his body. He wasn’t that ripped, but he was getting fitter in the last couple of months. He was going to remove his blue gym shorts too, ready to wash every inch of his body.

“One quick shower and I’ll be ready for tonight.”

“I’m afraid that’s not possible…” a gym employee interrupted his hopeful remark. “Something clogged our pipes just now. You have to shower at your respective houses… or barns…” he hissed, glaring at one particular rude, half-naked old man biting his finger toes.

Dave felt his stomach rumbling in anger, not just because of the gas caused by the fiber bars he ate the whole day.

“That’s ridiculous” he shouted. “That doesn’t even make sense! There must be a shower that works! We’re all paying costumers here! We deserve at least one working shower.”

One of the older gym cliques let out a rasping cackle. “I guess we have to shower together, all at once!”

“Ain’t gonna get gayer than that!” another one remarked, elbowing Dave, who again rolled his eyes.

They all laughed and dressed up; Dave did the same.

“Great!” he thought. “I’m already late on the schedule…” he checked the time on his phone. “My… schedule? Oh my… Tim is turning me into a nerd.” he realized and chuckled about it.

Wearing another white t-shirt and a pair of dark blue sweatpants, he ran outside of the gym and jumped on the first bus he could find. Around twenty minutes passed and he started to sweat, already thinking that he couldn’t make it in time. Once the bus dropped him off just a few blocks away from his classic suburban, empty house (his parents were out of town for a couple of days -so he was alone), he felt a shiver down his spine, a sudden terrifying realization striking him like a lightning bolt. He nervously rummaged through his backpack but he couldn’t find them. “No! NONONONONO! FUCK!”

He forgot his house-keys.

They were inside the house.

And that house was ultra-protected by a very intricate alarm system that could only be deactivated using his keys.

“Alright, maybe it won’t go off if I try to sneak in quietly…” but the moment he touched one of the windows, the lights inside the house flickered on and off, followed by a loud, almost war-sounding siren. “INTRUDER ALERT!” a robotic voice said. A small thingie placed on the house’s front door opened like an eye, a glowing red eye, looking more like HAL9000 from “A Space Odyssey”.

“PLEASE IDENTIFY YOURSELF”

Dave gulped and cautiously stepped towards the AI monster that used to be his own house. “This is ridiculous”.

“IDENTIFY YOURSELF” the robotic voice insisted.

“It’s me, Mr. Maning!” Dave said, remembering how his father configured the alarm system.

“VOICE NOT RECOGNIZED” the HAL-lookalike stated in a monotone voice, narrowing its only eye.

“Really dad! You didn’t configure this bullshit to recognize your own son?!” Dave shouted angrily, kicking the front door, triggering more sirens from his house, now looking more like a crazy Christmas Tree.

“LAW ENFORCEMENTS HAVE BEEN INFORMED OF THIS”

“Screw it! Fuck fuck fuck!” Dave shouted, running away from his own house.

After a few blocks, he jumped on a passing bus.

“Alright, that was weirdly out of place.” he checked the time on his wrist watch and almost passed out upon finding out how freaking late it was. “Gotta call the nearest bro then… this is an emergency”

–

“Your house tried to murder you?” Tim asked, narrowing his eyes. He knew that Dave’s house had some kind of futuristic alarm system, but that sounded a bit too… Terminator-ish.

“Dude, less talking, more showers. I’m sorry to show up so suddenly, but that’s an emergency.”

“Don’t worry, take all the time you need…”

“I wish I could!” he shouted, nervously.

Tim escorted Dave through his house, but he was basically part of the family so he didn’t need to be told where the bathroom was. Dave was desperate and needed to shower as soon as possible, so he simply asked if he could use Tim’s. Of course, there was no problem with that. That’s what friends are for.

They walked upstairs side by side and continued to talk.

“Forgot cousin Ted’s birthday, uh?” Tim asked, teasing him.

“Shut up. Just hand me a towel and I’ll be fine.” he said, undressing just outside of the bathroom and in front of Tim.

As we all know, Tim was gay and Dave was well aware of that and his other quirks, including his fart fetish.

But seeing his best friend strip-teasing in front of him was kinda unexpected even for him.

“I don’t have time for your awkwardness, Tim, hand me the fucking towel.” Dave said, annoyed, knowing exactly why his friend’s breath was a bit deeper than usual, but he just didn’t care. Then again, they saw each other naked many times in the past, so why being so awkward about it?

Tim handed a big white towel to his friend, now almost naked, and he disappeared behind the bathroom’s door. “Fucking fiber bars!” he heard Dave saying, his voice echoing in the bathroom, followed by long wet-ish fart.

“I guess it has something to do with his gym-stuff” Tim thought. “Alright, make yourself at home. If you need something just call me!” he shouted, outside of the bathroom. He heard a muffled “Thanks!” and then walked into his own room, back to his books. He could still hear the water flowing’s noise and even Dave singing (horribly) some pop song under the shower, accompanied by the bathroom’s radio (never mind it was playing a completely different song).

After 10 minutes, Dave stopped showering and stepped outside of the shower box, but his foot almost slipped on the wet floor. “That was close!” he thought. “Hey, Tim!” he called. “I don’t want to die in your bathroom, can you bring me a pair of slippers or something? Thanks!”.

Dave waited for a couple of seconds and then heard some noises outside of the bathroom.

“Just come in, Tim!” he shouted. “It’s getting late! Come on!”.

Tim cautiously opened the door, one hand covering his eyes. “Seriously?!” Dave questioned, noticing his friend’s amusing “formal” behavior. “You saw me naked dozen of times! Aw, screw it. Come on, hand me those slippers…”.

Dave fully stepped outside of the shower, his naked self only a couple of inches away from Tim. The gay friend dared to move his hand away, uncovering his eyes, expecting to see Dave wearing at least a towel.

But he was completely naked. And he didn’t seem to care at all.

He chuckled the moment he saw Tim’s nervous reaction, just standing there and visibly turning red.

“Come on dude!” he laughed. “Fucking fibers, man…” he said, patting his gay friend’s shoulder and leaning his naked, hairy butt towards him, ripping a long, raspberry sounding-fart almost on him. Tim stared speechlessly at that amazing vision, the tiny hair on his butt cheeks being blown by the wind coming from his spreading butthole. He turned completely red when he noticed how even spurts of water came out of his friend’s butt as the fart continued for almost 7 seconds.

Tim gently pushed Dave away as the fart faded out, his gassy friend laughing as usual. He just remained silent, trying to hide his usual inopportune boner (which Dave was well-aware of) and sprinted outside of the bathroom, hearing Dave laughing even more, amused by his gay friend’s awkwardness. “Thanks for letting me use the shower, Tim!” Dave shouted, mockingly.

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Tim slapped himself a couple of times while staring at the doppelgänger in his mirror.

He had to study, he had stuff to do. But his boner was awfully persistent.

Not even in his wildest “fetish dreams” he could’ve imagined that he was going to have a best friend so chill and open-minded about all of this stuff.

“Phew…” he sighed in relief, feeling his dick deflating a bit.

Until Dave showed in his bedroom, wearing only black boxers, his “emergency formal dress” in hand.

He greeted his gay friend by ripping another fart, a series of three loud toots.

“Honey, I’m home!” he said, right after the rip, with a teasing smirk.

He sat on Tim’s bed and sprayed himself with some perfume for men. He then put on a pair of beige jeans and slipped his feet into some dark-colored sneakers. Tim dared to look at him and had to admit it one more time: Dave was freaking hot.

He got up from his friend’s bed, spraying more perfume on himself, exposing his naked, beautifully haired chest to his gay friend.

“Sorry dude, Dana loves my manly scent…” he chuckled, noticing the cloud of deodorant around him. “Speaking of manly scent…”

A silly smirk popped up on his face and clenched his fists: he turned around, his back facing Tim, and pushed one out for him. Another fart began, loud and deep as usual, the rumbling sound echoing beneath the beige denim of his jeans covering his powerful butt. Tim’s boner came back in a blink of an eye, a tent appearing in his sweatpants, but they both laughed about it at the end.

“Sorry, bro.” he chuckled, waving his hand back and forth to “avoid” the smell of his own gas-bomb. “Those fiber bars are terrible. Or amazing, in your case…” he smirked. Tim blushed a bit instead, remaining silent.

Dave checked his phone one more time. “Turns out I’m not late anymore. Thanks to you, Tim! I owe you one!” he said, patting his friend’s shoulder. He smiled back and nodded.

“Since you’re here… want to try the new Metal Gear…?”

Dave blinked in disbelief. “You bought the new M- nah, I can’t!” he said, shaking his head. “I need to stay focused. Snake needs my full attention. Maybe next time… Snake… next time…” he chuckled, jokingly patting his own chest patriotically.

The silence that followed was quickly broken by another deep fart from Dave.

“Dude, come on!” Tim chuckled, trying to push him out on his room, his hands touching his hairy chest. The moment Tim realized it, he turned blood red and backed away in embarrassment.

“Sorry bro, you know: nobody can escape my farts!” he responded, forcing another toot out.

Dave then laughed mockingly, amused by his friend’s awkwardness. But he didn’t want to see him so uncomfortable around him, so he ripped yet another fart (fiber bars were incredible) and smiled. Tim didn’t know what he was distracted by the most: Dave’s chest or his continuous farting. It was a combo of hotness for him.

“Dude I’m so gassy right now…” he chuckled, walking towards Tim’s bed and sat on it. “I underestimated the power of fiber bars. Hope Dana doesn’t mind.” he admitted, rubbing his belly, like he was trying to force more farts out. “Luckily, it’s not like you’re going to hate me if I deflate myself here, right?” he jokingly asked, with a smirk.

“Of c-course… of course not!” Tim spluttered, trying to hide a wide smile, his face as red as a tomato.

He then sat behind his desk, trying to drive his attention to his books. Dave’s farts soon arrived, keeping him company. His gassy friend was messing with his phone, waiting for the right time to leave, expecting a phone call from Dana. The sound was mostly muffled as Dave’s butt in beige jeans was buried into the bedcover. Everything felt so… natural.

“Alright, Dana texted me. She’ll pick me up in a few minutes.” Dave said, bouncing a bit on his friend’s bed, unable to hide his smile.

“Awww… now that your farts were getting bigger…” Tim jokingly said, but he then started to sweat. “Sorry, I can’t believe I said that.” he muttered nervously, avoiding eye contact, pretending to read his book.

Dave laughed, amused, and got up, slowly walking towards his petrified friend. “You know, Tim. I think you’ll need a shower too after this one…”.

He gently grabbed his gay friend’s head and turned around. Tim was sitting on a chair, so his head was perfectly aligned with his tall friend’s butt. He felt Dave’s hand gently pulling and then pushing him between his jeans-covered butt cheeks. The scent of his previous farts was still there so he took a good whiff, inhaling deeply. He then felt his friend’s muscles relax and a bubbly fart came out. It was different than Dave’s usual farts: it was definitely more wet-sounding, but harmless. The fiber bars were like a nuclear reactor in his stomach; the blast of gas sounded deep and rumbling, vibrating fiercely on Tim’s face, his head still being held in that position by Dave’s hand firm, but gentle grip (not that he wanted to move anyway).

The smell was nauseating, rotten-egg-ish.

Absolutely beautiful.

And Tim’s dick agreed, quickly standing up, saluting Dave’s farting masterpiece.

After ten long seconds, Dave let his lucky friend go and turned to him. Upon seeing his startled face, he chuckled and patted his head.

“Fucking fibers, man! I feel so much better!” he laughed a lot, teary eyes, while Tim remained silent. “You’ll definitely need a shower, not kidding!” he added, as he felt a bit of his own stinky fart hitting his nostrils.

Dave’s phone vibrated: it was Dana.

For a moment, Tim had the egotistic hope that his friend’s plan were cancelled, so they could spend more quality time together. But he shook his head, ashamed by what his mind was capable of, and simply smiled to him instead.

“Say ‘hi’ to Dana for me.” Tim said, accompanying his still-gassy friend downstairs.

“Sure. Thanks for everything, bro. You saved my life tonight.” he said, giving him a quick, strangling hug.

As Dave opened the front door, he realized that his chest was still fully exposed. He turned to Tim, who was sporting a sly smirk.

“Forgetting something…?” he asked, sarcastically, handing the grey shirt to his gassy friend.

“You saved my life. Twice!” he thanked him, buttoning his shirt up hastily.

He then rushed outside of the house, towards Dana’s car.

Tim nodded at his friend’s girlfriend, who smiled back.

The two shared a quick peck on the lips and drove off.

“Dana. You’re luckiest girl on Earth…” Tim thought, thinking of how great Dave has always been with him, before and after his coming out. He walked back inside and then took a good whiff of… his own body: the rancid smell of his best friend’s farts was still engulfing him in a mystical cloud of gassiness. “Yep. I definitely need a shower” Tim stated, heading upstairs. Dave was probably joking about the “You’ll need a shower” thing. He probably underestimated his own farts too!

That’s what Tim was planning to do anyway: one long, relaxing shower.

Right after one long, relaxing meat-beating, as his dick was still rock hard in his pants.

Once again, Tim realized how lucky he was, as he didn’t need to imagine “hot” stuff while masturbating: it was all real.

“Thanks, Dave” he thought, as a cheesy grin popped up on his face, just as a waterfall of sperm poured from the tip of his finally calmer penis.

“Fucking fibers…” he chuckled.

End of Episode 2

#fart story #eproctophilia #fartkink #davefarts2 #malefarts #gayfart

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max showed up on his doorstep with blotchy red cheeks and puffy wet eyes, board discarded on his lawn as she pounded on the door with her free hand, holding a shoebox in the other.

“okay, okay!” steve called out as he rushed downstairs. “i’m coming! jeez.” he huffed as he opened the door, ready to bark out a what, shithead? because who else would show up to his place and pound on his door for a minute straight?

except his mouth snaps shut when he sees her shivering in the winter cold and cheeks still damp. it’s been about 4 months since billy died and he hadn’t seen max in this state for a couple months now. he thought things were getting better.

maybe not.

“max.” he frowned. “what’s wrong? what happened? are you okay? are you hurt?” he asked, the panic in his tone increasing with each question.

she just shoved the box into his hands, giving him a determined look. so similar to billy’s. too similar.

“i found this in his room.” he can hear the suppressed tremble in her voice as she fights the urge to cry again. “i never gave it you because i thought maybe,” she frowns, looking down. “maybe he-“ she lets out a shaky breath. “but he never came back so it’s yours now.”

then a switch is flipped and she’s suddenly glaring up at him, yet another expression too similar to billy’s.

“you can’t tell anyone.” she clenches her shaking fists. “if you tell anyone what you find in there i swear to god steve i’ll hurt you.” her upper lip is twitching into a snarl and steve is genuinely scared of this little fiery teenager.

“jesus, max,” he sighs. “first of all, you two are way too goddamn similar for not being blood related.” he ruffles her hair with a free hand. “second of all, you can’t just tell me what’s in here?”

“no.” she shakes her head as she bats his hand away. “just,” she plays with the hem of her jacket nervously. “just keep an open mind.” she frowns. “we’re not from here. things are... different back home.” her shoulders sag a little and he can tell she misses home. misses life before hawkins. “promise you won’t tell anyone?” she looks back up at him.

he frowns as he stares at the box in his hand before nodding. “promise.”

“good.” she nods. she rubs harshly at her face with her sleeve before turning away to walk to the lawn.

“you need a ride?” he calls as she grabs her board. chuckles when she rolls her eyes, tosses back an i can get myself around, steve. then a quick thanks, though. see you around. then she’s taking off.

steve practically sprints up to his room after that. sets this mystery converse box down in front of him on the bed as he sits, unsure of what to expect. maybe porn mags? weed stash? who knows.

so, naturally, he dumps it all out on the bed. stares at the pile of magazines, books, seashells, pictures, papers. the first thing he grabs are the magazines, expecting to see a half naked chick on the cover. he freezes when he finds a half naked man instead, clad in leather.

drummer. drummer. drummer. all of these are the same magazines, different issues with different men. he wonders if they’re targeted towards women, but then he’s opening them up and finding men... with other men. figures maybe hargrove had been holding onto them for someone else because there’s no way in hell these are his. no, no, no. that boy was straight as hell. loved to show off a different girl hanging off his arm every week, made shows of flirting with both girls and women.

but then he’s grabbing a polaroid dated 1983 and it’s billy with shorter hair and fuller cheeks kissing another boy with a big smile and lovesick dopey look on his face.

holy shit. this can’t be real. billy hargrove wasn’t gay. he couldn’t be. he was the womanizer, ladykiller, heartbreaker of hawkins. he loved women and they loved him 10 times more. none of this makes sense.

he grabs the journal next, the leather on the cover worn and threadbare. the first entry is dated from 1983 and the last just a couple weeks before starcourt. right before he got possessed.

steve sets the journal aside, opts to look at the other pictures and items billy had stashed away before he reads about the last three years of the guy’s life. there are a couple pictures of a blonde woman with striking resemblance to billy, the same saint christopher pendant and thick silver ring billy wore present around her neck and finger. some of them feature billy when he was a baby, toddler, kid. he finds jewelry that seems feminine, womanly. figures they must’ve been his mom’s.

there are also some california souvenirs. he finds seashells and movie, concert tickets that read “san diego” on the top. there are also some books steve remembers he was supposed to have read or heard about in school, but also some more he never heard of.

at the very bottom of the box he finds expired makeup and empty hair product. there’s black and dark blue eyeliner and mascara, baby pink lip gloss. nail polish in black, dark red and a deep purple. in some polaroids, the slight sheen of the gloss and his dark, thick lashes are barely visible, but he still catches it.

steve can’t help but chuckle when he finds some candy wrappers and leftover weed grinds at the bottom of the box alongside the butts of joints and empty cigarette packs. marlboro reds. there’s scrunchies, too. shimmery and purple, probably stolen from max.

once’s he’s finished digging through hargrove’s secret belongings, he leans back and sticks his nose in the journal. it takes him the rest of the day and all night to read it from cover to cover.

the beginning is mostly about missing his mom and hating his father, documenting his abuse. there are a few pages about his crushes and boyfriends, allowing him to figure out that the boy he was kissing in the polaroid is named santiago, but billy calls him santi. once he reaches the end of san diego and beginning of hawkins, billy’s tone and messy scrawl is full of hurt, anger, and melancholy.

and then steve’s name pops up. KING STEVE in all caps, taking up nearly half the page. there are hearts around his name, alongside a big drawing of a dick. below, billy writes about feeling like a foolish schoolboy with some stupid crush on some guy with a huge dick he saw in the showers. steve’s already blushing and it only deepens when he gets to the part about billy wanting to feel said dick in his hand, his mouth, inside of him.

he has to take a break after that. doesn’t realize things only get spicier until he gets back to reading and finds out billy’s jerked off and fingered himself open to the thought of none other than king steve. his eyes immediately flick to the half empty jar of vaseline, finger-shaped holes indenting the jelly.

he spends the rest of the night reading about billy’s remorse and guilt towards him and lucas after that night, how billy still wants to hop on his dick and kiss him stupid, his and max’s relationship and how it’s gotten better even though they still blame each other for the move.

it’s both of their faults, steve realizes. billy missed his curfew for a boy and max had no choice but to lead neil to him.

along the way to the end, a couple pictures of steve fall out of the journal. pictures that steve has no idea how billy acquired. some are from school yearbooks, others just random polaroids that might’ve been taken by tommy or carol or jonathan. when he finally reaches the end, he reads about billy’s pool job and plans fo move back to california for college as soon as he graduates.

i know it’s stupid but i’m gonna miss him. his stupid hair and big brown eyes and pretty face and pink lips. i didn’t know anything about the guy but i wish i could drag him out of this shithole and take him home with me. i still haven’t apologized to him. maybe kidnapping him and showing him the ocean would count. but i can’t fall for a straight boy, no matter how big his cock is. i don’t get to fall for someone i hurt. it’s not fair. none of this is fair.

that’s the very last entry. it’s 1am and steve is wide awake. too awake. before he thinks too hard about what he’s doing, he’s shoving everything back into the box and flooring it to robin’s house. he knocks on her window incessantly until she opens it with a glare and he’s pushing his way inside before she can greet him with a snarl.

“billy hargrove was gay and in love with me and-and and jerked off to me and,,, pretended his fingers were mine and his dad was hurting him and his mom left and he was alone, robin.” he’s rambling, eyes wide as he paces the room with the box in his hands.

“he was s-so hurt and alone and no one paid any attention and now he’s dead because of a monster in some town he got dragged to as punishment for being gay and,” his voice cracks. “he’s gone.” he whispers brokenly as he shoves the box into her hands.

robin is very confused and surprised but all she knows is that her best friend is in distress, so she sets the box down and grabs his hands.

“steve. look at me.” she only continues when he does. “sit down and talk to me. let’s go through everything together, okay? just calm down and breathe.”

by 3am robin’s looked through the box and the majority of the journal - steve dog-eared the important pages and she’s a fast reader - and she’s just as shocked as steve, apparently, if her bewildered expression and silence is anything to go by.

“robin? rob, say something.” he urges. “please. i need you to talk to me.”

“holy shit.” she finally raps. “steve, i’m gonna ask you a question and i don’t want you to freak out, okay?”

he nods.

“do you think you could’ve... reciprocated billy’s feelings?”

he opens his mouth to answer but halts, eyes wide and crazy as he stares at her.

“i-“ he gulps. “maybe?” he croaks out. “i-i think so? maybe yeah. yeah.” he nods.

“so you’re bisexual.”

and that’s throwing him on a whole other whirlwind. steve’s had too much thrown at him for the night and he doesn’t have it in him to deal with a sexuality crisis on top of everything.

but billy’s pretty. so fucking beautiful and steve can’t admit it just yet but he wishes he were still here. he wishes he could travel back in time and reach out to billy and save him from the horrors of hawkins but also kiss and fuck and love him properly but now it’s too late and steve and billy have one thing in common.

they’re both alone. lonely. so much love to give but no one to receive or give back.

“bisexual?” he chokes out.

“you like both. boys and girls. like david bowie. and david bowie’s awesome. you’re kinda awesome too, i guess. for a dingus.” she playfully punches his arm and it makes him feel better for all of 2 seconds until it’s hitting him again that the person who wanted to love him is dead. died right in front of him.

“do you have hot chocolate?” she nods. “with marshmallows?” she nods again. “can i have some?”

he feels like he’s about to faint. completely black out. wonders if he looks pale to robin. he needs something warm and comforting and hot coco will do the trick.

———————————

billy comes back in february. hopper and joyce gathered everyone up in joyce’s living room early february. sat everyone down to announce that hop had gotten... a call. a call from some doctor named owens who hop has a history with, the same doctor who helped will.

owens was nursing billy back to health in some secret lab in indianapolis, hence the funeral with no body. apparently billy was in comatose, then a medically induced coma when his brain woke up but he wasn’t strong enough to just yet. then, when he did wake up, he had to relearn how to eat, write, walk in physical therapy, alongside the heavy emotional therapy.

owens hid billy from the world until he was ready to be exposed to it again. then he called hopper one afternoon and told him to come pick the boy up.

max was angry. screamed and yelled until she was reduced to tears in joyce’s arms. the other kids were shocked and confused. didn’t know if they should be happy or scared. will and el were the only positive ones. nancy and jonathan were mostly shocked and indifferent, numb to these crazy surprises the shithole town throws at them. steve and robin just stared at each other knowingly, a million thoughts racing their minds.

a week later they were all in joyce’s living room again, nervously anticipating hopper and billy’s arrival. everyone looked up when the doorknob began to jerk and the lock turned, their eyes trained on the door as it opened to reveal hopper standing beside billy.

billy. clad in a big hoodie, gray sweats and converse. the same ones that were once in the box steve has hidden under his bed. his hair is long now, flowing freely and curling wildly at the ends, looking so soft with the lack of product. he looked tired, fading blue bags under his eyes. he hadn’t lost his tan, steve noted, and looked a little softer around the stomach and legs. for someone who went through all the shit he did, billy looked good. healthy.

max got to him the second he stepped inside, throwing her arms around his neck and pulling him close. he immediately clung to max, holding her tight and whispering a shaky, wet hey, shitbird, only audible to her, resulting in her wet laugh. the siblings stayed like that for a few moments before pulling away to let billy see and greet everyone.

joyce had demanded they all not coddle billy because it would be suffocating and he probably couldn’t deal with that. except now she was serving and feeding him a million things, coddling him just like any other mother would. billy was hesitant and tense at first, but slowly relaxed, especially when he was given cookies.

sweet tooth, steve distantly remembered. billy has a sweet tooth, if the candy wrappers and lollipop sticks in the box were anything to go by.

everyone takes turns greeting and talking to billy. steve’s last in line to have his quick one-on-one with the guy and by the time they’re face to face, everyone’s sitting together, talking and laughing and eating.

“hey,” steve greets with a small smile. he can feel robin’s eyes on him and not-so-slyly flips her the bird, his eyes trained on billy and only billy. “it’s good to have you back.”

“you know you don’t have to say that, harrington, especially if you don’t mean it.” billy tries to joke but his eyes and smile are sad. “i only died for, like, two minutes. not a big deal.”

“shut up, man.” steve rolls his eyes and chuckles. “i do mean it.” he chews on his bottom lip nervously, doing a quick scan of the room to make sure there are no eyes on them before he looks back to billy.

then he’s reaching out and grabbing billy’s hand. running his thumbs over the scars along his palm and knuckles. he looks up to find billy confused and blushing. he smiles before pulling billy into a tight hug.

“you look good. so good.” steve whispers in his ear, getting a whiff of generic coconut shampoo. he has one arm wrapped tight around billy’s waist, holding him close with their bodies flush. he slides his free hand down and rests it on billy’s ass, barely squeezing. he chuckles when billy jumps a little.

“harrington.” billy chokes out, voice wrecked. “what’s your hand doing on my ass?” steve can feel billy’s lips moving on his neck and it makes him shudder.

“just doing what i should’ve done a while ago.” he sighs, content, just holding billy’s warm, very much alive body close to his.

“if you wanted to get in my pants, pretty boy, all you had to do was ask.” billy flirts with a smirk steve can feel on his neck. then he pauses. “you’re not fucking with me?” he asks, tone serious.

“nuh uh.” steve shakes his head. “actually, uh,” he pulls away just enough to meet billy’s eyes. “max gave me your shoebox.” he watches as billy’s eyes widen and go fiery. “hey, no, don’t get mad at her. it’s not her fault. she didn’t know you were comms back.” steve reasons. “plus, now i know big bad heartbreaker billy hargrove has a crush on little ole me.”

“who says i still do?” billy raises his eyebrows, as if his hands aren’t tightly holding onto steve’s shoulders and he’s not blushing and making heart eyes at the guy.

steve’s not too bright, but he knows when people have a crush on him. he’s always been bright in the language of love. and sex, for that matter, as billy will eventually find out when he inevitably get lovingly and romantically railed and fucked into steve’s mattress later that week.

“just have a feeling.” he shrugs, giving billy’s ass one last squeeze before he rests his hands on his hips with a grin.

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