#Clothing Sharing

[otpcompendium]

Football/college sports captain A forgets their letterman jacket in their dorm room on game day, and roommate B decides to wear it to the game, forgetting (or "forgetting") that the superstition of giving your jacket to your S/O on gameday for good luck will make it appear to A's teammates as if the two are a couple.

Bonus points if one or both lean into the idea they they're dating, or start a game of chicken over who'll reveal the truth first!

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[poobirdy]

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[creativepromptsforwriting]

Sharing Clothes

Prompts about fictional people sharing their clothes.

enveloped in their warm jacket, with a soft blush

always stealing their cap and putting it on their own head

wearing their jersey, proudly displaying their name

sharing gloves, so both of them don't freeze

wearing their worn shirt to have a better sleep

wrapping their scarf around their neck, breathing in their smell

no one knows who the piece of clothing belongs to, because they're both wearing it

drowning in the other's clothes, because they are way too big, but loving it

loving to see their partner drowning so cutely in their clothes

having the same size, so strangers couldn't tell that they are sharing clothes, but they know and feel warm thinking about it

finding their own clothes in the other person's appartment

using the other's clothes as a pillow

wrapping the other person in the hoodie or jacket they are still wearing, so both of them can stay warm

dressing the other up in their own clothes, feeling a tiny bit possessive, but both loving it

[catsharky]

Presenting: King Sidon, his wife Queen Yona and his boyfriend Link.

Yona is very supportive of everything except Sidon forgetting his ceremony cues.

(I had an atrocious week and TotK has been coming in clutch for keeping me sane.)

[cmibloggers]

Investment Opportunities: A Deep Dive into the Online Clothing Rental Market

In the ever-evolving landscape of the fashion industry, one segment that has been steadily gaining momentum is the online clothing rental market. Beyond transforming how consumers approach fashion, this market is also capturing the attention of investors who recognize the potential for substantial returns.

Sustained Market Growth: The online clothing rental market has experienced consistent growth over the past few years, with projections indicating further expansion. As consumers become more environmentally conscious and cost-savvy, the appeal of renting fashionable clothing for special occasions or everyday wear has increased. This sustained demand offers a promising outlook for potential investors.

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Sustainability Focus: The growing emphasis on sustainable fashion aligns with the ethos of the online clothing rental market. By offering a solution to fast fashion's negative impact on the environment, rental platforms attract consumers who seek eco-friendly options. Investors who prioritize sustainability-driven ventures can find substantial opportunities within this market.

Global Online Clothing Rental Market was valued at US$ 1,313.0 Mn in 2022, and is expected to exhibit a CAGR of 10.33%, in terms of revenue, over the forecast period (2023-2030) to reach US$ 2,883.8 Mn by 2030.

Global Reach and Accessibility: The online nature of these platforms transcends geographical boundaries, presenting an opportunity for international expansion. As the market gains popularity in different regions, investors can tap into diverse markets and cultural preferences. This global reach enhances the scalability potential of investments in the online clothing rental sector.

Collaborations and Partnerships: Many established fashion brands are entering the online clothing rental space through collaborations and partnerships with rental platforms. This symbiotic relationship introduces new designer collections and exclusive offerings to rental platforms, attracting a broader customer base. Investors can leverage such collaborations to diversify their portfolios and capitalize on the fusion of traditional and modern fashion.

Changing Consumer Behavior: The younger generation's shift towards access over ownership is a driving force behind the online clothing rental market's success. This change in consumer behavior aligns with the broader sharing economy trend. Investors who recognize and support this shift can capitalize on the evolving preferences of modern consumers.

Global adaptive clothing market was valued at US$ 1,259.1 Million in 2022, exhibiting a CAGR of 6.0% during the forecast period (2023 to 2030).

In conclusion, the online clothing rental market is more than just a trend; it's a dynamic industry with substantial investment potential. From sustained growth and technological innovation to sustainability focus and global scalability, the market presents various avenues for investors to explore. As the fashion landscape continues to evolve, those who strategically invest in the online clothing rental market may find themselves at the forefront of a transformative industry that caters to both consumer desires and sustainable practices.

[sibmakesart]

[hairmetal666]

They're sitting in Eddie's bedroom, Steve propped up in the bed, flipping through some sports magazine, Eddie curled on the floor using his knee as a table as he scrawls notes for Hellfire's next campaign. Metallica spins on the record player, volume low. They're doing this more and more, being together and doing their own thing, music a soft backdrop to it all.

Eddie's deep into his planning, enough so that he manages to forget that Steve Harrington is in his bed. He keeps hearing something, though. It just manages to catch at the edge of his awareness, but when he fully tunes in the only sounds are Steve flipping a page, Ride the Lightning, the shift of blankets as Harrington taps his fingers. It happens a few more times, but when he tries to catch it, it's gone. Steve hasn't reacted at all, to the point Eddie wonders if it's all in his own head.

The next time, he's interrupted before he even gets back into it, that noise again, but this time, now, he's aware enough to see that it's Steve. And he's not, like, reading the magazine out loud to himself. No. He's singing along.

To Metallica.

And he wasn't idly tapping his fingers before. He was tapping along to the beat.

"You're singing along?" He asks before he can stop himself.

Steve looks up, a faint smile on his handsome face. "It's not too bad."

"Not too--Not too bad." Eddie's nearly screeching. Can't wrap his mind around Steve--"You've been listening to Metallica on your own? You've been--you--" He jumps to his feet, notebook spilling onto the floor. Steve's just looking up at him with big eyes and a gentle grin.

"Sure, Munson. You like it, yeah?"

He nods, mutely, unsure how he so thoroughly lost the plot that Steve's been listening to Metallica just because Eddie likes it.

"Got a taste for any other metal bands I should know about, Harrington?" He flops down on the bed, making Steve bounce a little.

"Well, Dio's pretty okay."

This time Eddie does really, actually shriek.

---

Eddie swans into the kitchen to greet Steve, who's already lounging on the couch with a beer. There's another one on the coffee table, waiting for Eddie.

"Just helped yourself, Harrington?" He teases.

Steve shoots him a look. "Wayne grabbed them before he left. What the hell took you so long?"

He can't say it's because he wanted to look nice with Steve coming over, even if they are just getting high and watching movies. Of course taming his hair took so long that he didn't have time to find a shirt, and Steve's knock at the door had him grabbing the first thing he could and jamming it over his head.

"You want chips?" He asks.

"Wait--Eddie--" Steve stands, pointing at Eddie's chest.

"What?"

"That's my--oh my god, I've been looking for that."

And, well, he had thought it was a little strange that the t-shirt he grabbed was gray. He pulls at the fabric, stares at the upside down Hawkins Tiger with a basketball in its mouth.

"It's my favorite sleep shirt. I thought Robin took it and you--"

Eddie's face heats. Steve's shirt. Of course. Steve stayed over one movie night, forgot the shirt, and Eddie. Well. He was going to give it back, but--

"Here, man, my bad." He goes to pull the hem over his head. "I didn't know it was your favorite."

"Nah," Steve says. He's sitting back on the couch. "You should keep it. You look really--" he pauses and takes a sip of beer. "It's nice on you, Munson."

He's sure his blush is a horrendous thing to witness, has to fight the urge to hide in his hands. "Right. Uh. Chips!" He whirls towards the cabinets, refusing to think about the matching pink stripes across Steve's cheeks.

---

"C'mon, Munson, you're hogging the covers." Steve's sleepy mumble cuts through the dawn quiet.

"Mmph," Eddie groans. Rubs the soles of his feet against Steve's shins.

"You're a dick," Steve grumbles. He shimmies closer, which is what finally does the job at fully waking Eddie.

"Wha--huh?" He blinks.

"You stole the blankets, man. If you're not going to share, the least you can do is cuddle."

"Uhh." Eddie is sure he's dreaming, but Steve's warm, strong arm slips around his waist, pulls them together.

Eddie doesn't know what to do. Where he should put his body. Does he relax into it? What do his arms do? They're not usually this rigid, right? But what do they do when he's sleeping? Somewhere in his gay panic, he has the presence of mind to grab the edge of the blanket and throw it over his friend.

"Better?" He asks. His voice is all wrong but maybe Steve will attribute it to tiredness.

"Mmm." Steve's grip tightens around his waist, his nose nuzzling against the nape of Eddie's neck. His breathing is already slow and deep.

Eddie can't imagine sleep finding him anytime soon. Not when Steve, his crush, his best friend, is holding him like this. Not when he now knows what the real thing would be like. Not when it's so impossibly out of his grasp.

---

Steve and Wayne are watching a Cub's game. Eddie's curled up on the couch between them, trying to work on a sketch, but his brain keeps skipping to a song he's writing. The lyrics have been easy, coming to him like nothing, but the melody...he wants it to be heavy, loud, wanting, but it won't fit.

He glances up at Steve, chatting with Wayne about some baseball thing called a ribee. His hair's not done, flopping softly around his forehead, and he's wearing his result-of-too-many-concussions glasses, the yellow sweater from that horrific boat ride, retrieved by one of the kids and painstakingly washed by Karen Wheeler.

Steve looks sweet, soft, relaxed. He laughs at something Wayne says, and Eddie's a lost cause. He's just fucking smiling at the pretty boy on his couch, hanging out with his uncle, too far gone to be able to fight it.

A melody forms in his head, and it's soft. Not sweet, no, but gentle. Almost tender. Nothing like he imagined.

---

It's early, early enough that Wayne's not home yet, but he got tired of trying to sleep. Didn't want to bother Steve, who still softly snored in Eddie's bedroom. So, he grabs his acoustic and his notebook, goes out to the couch to work on the song. It's coming along, really good, one of his best. He hasn't shared it with the guys yet. It's--he's not ready, lays him too bare.

There's a clatter from the kitchen, Steve's voice, deep and sleep rough, says, "Hey, Munson."

He pushes the guitar and notebook aside. "Did I wake you? I was trying to be quiet, I'll--"

Steve shakes his head, pads into the living room. He's wearing the yellow sweater, a pair of Eddie's sweatpants, bedhead rampant. He curls up next to Eddie, pulling the couch afghan over his feet. "What're you working on?"

Eddie's ears get hot. "Nothing much. New song I've been noodling on."

"Cool." Steve's smile is little and fond. "Play it for me?"

"Ahh," Eddie says. His hand twitches around the neck of the guitar. "Not sure if it's quite ready for that."

"Oh, yeah." Steve nods. His face does something weird and squiggly that Eddie's never seen. "Just never heard you play before. Thought now might be...you know."

Eddie swallows, hard. "Well, maybe we'll get a show up at the Hideout soon."

"Of course. It's just--this is just you."

He blinks at Steve for a few long seconds, can't believe he's about to do this, but--It's not like Steve will know it's about him, anyway. "It's not a full song yet, alright? Just a verse and half of a chorus, so like. Don't judge it too hard."

"I would never." He can sense Steve's smile but can't look directly at it, knows it would kill him.

He situates the guitar, spins the notebook to read the lyrics like they aren't already burned into his brain, starts to play. His fingers are deft and sure, his voice a little rough, a little raspy with nerves.

The song ends and he's afraid to look at Steve, to see the thoughts written plane on his face. The silence extends, though, and he asks. "So, what did you think?"

"It's--that wasn't what I expected." Steve's voice is weird. Wobbly. Eddie chances half a glance at him, but can't make anything definitive out from his expression. "I didn't think--that's not the kind of music I thought you made."

He licks his lips, swallows. Puts his guitar down. "It's not usually."

"It was a love song." Steve says. His eyes burn into Eddie's.

He can't say anything for seconds that seem to span minutes. "Yeah, Steve," he says in a voice cut with gravel. "It's a love song."

"Eddie," Steve whispers. He reaches out then, thumb tracing along Eddie's jaw, the scars that linger there from the bats. "Is this okay?" He can only nod as Steve's hand twines through his curls.

He's shaking, just a little bit, not because he's inexperienced but because this is Steve, because it's happening, because their lips are meeting and a trembling noise falls from his mouth at the sweet way Steve kisses him.

It's gentle and quick, but they don't part when the kiss ends, stay sharing air as their foreheads rest together. Eddie can't stop smiling.

"Please tell me I'm not dreaming, Stevie" he whispers.

"You dream about me?" Steve asks, eyes blazing.

"I wrote a song about you, and you think dreams are a reach?"

Steve laughs, brushes a kiss against the tip of Eddie's nose. "I loved the song."

"Yeah?"

"Can't wait to hear the whole thing."

"Well, stick around for a while."

Steve leans in, kisses him again, longer this time. "Just try to get rid of me, Munson."

[zosanbrainrot]

for the @sibmakesart dtiys 💗 congrats on hitting 10k, your art is excellent!!

saw Zoro in Sanji's skypiea shirt in a @polartaint comic and couldn't get it out of my head

[beybuniki]

team up mission in the mountains

[unwri-ten]

starting a movement (the 'making these two as unserious as possible' movement)

Closeups:

[woodsmanwife]

Do you like this one piece?

[batty4steddie]

The first night Steve stayed over, Eddie gave him a Corroded Coffin t-shirt to sleep in. It was meant to be a temporary solution, just something to throw on to sleep, but it quickly became his shirt. It was the most comfortable piece of fabric to ever grace his skin. No matter how much he wore it, it still smelled like Eddie. After Steve cropped it during a brutally hot summer, he felt tawdry whenever he wore it in front of Wayne. It was worth the slight embarrassment whenever Eddie wrapped his arms around him from behind. Eddie’s hands would rest on Steve’s midriff and squeeze him so tenderly that every inch of him felt loved.

[phlondsbian]

i cannot explain to a new phannie that yeah sure there can be a platonic explanation for all the theories and yeah if they had revealed any of this in 2015 we would've lost our minds either way but its about the fact that they went out of their way to hide it and lie about it for so long and NOW theyre telling us. its so significant and i hate to say you had to be there but. you just had to be there

[alchemistc]

Eddie's squinting at him. Chim has the entire lower half of his face covered by a hand. Hen - Hen snorts as she turns a corner and gets a good look at him.

"I'm trying to decide if a closet joke is appropriate for this situation," she says, and Chim just about crumbles to the ground with laughter.

Buck glances down at himself - new tee-shirt with the thicker collar Tommy had told him looked nice the last time he'd worn it, green canvas jacket he'd maybe definitely stolen off the back of Tommy's bar stool this morning, loose fitting slacks and a beat up pair of sneakers that may or may not be his own.

Buck crosses his arms and tries to look stern as Eddie's face breaks too. Like he has any room to talk - the father-of-an-absent-child-mustache is a cry for help, Buck swears. And it's not like - I mean it's not like Buck doesn't look good in this. He has it in good authority he kills in the blue-collar fit.

"Is - is Tommy trying out jewel-toned sweaters, now?" Eddie asks, barely containing laughter, and Hen breaks out in peels of laughter too, honest-to-god slapping her knee as she bends at the waist.

"Guys stop!" Hen says, but Buck can tell by the way she's eyeing him that whatever comes out of her mouth next isn't going to be in his defense. "Kar -." Another chuckle. "Karen and I -." Giggles, this time, muffled by her hand. Chimney makes the mistake of looking up at Hen and the bench actually clangs when Chimney drops his full weight onto it while the laughter amps back up. "Karen and I just don't have the willpower to maintain the same waist measurements." She actually squeaks a bit when Buck adjusts his stance, and Buck remembers the conversation he'd had with Maddie about how he'd been picking up some of Tommy's mannerisms lately.

The cackle from Eddie is so high pitched Buck's actually a little afraid he's gonna fuck up his vocal chords. He's - he's gonna keep pretending to be miffed by this teasing, arms crossed and lip pouting, brow furrowed and playing it up, but the jacket still smells like Tommy's aftershave and he knows when he goes to pick him up from Harbor Tommy's gonna look at him like he wants to eat him, so who's really winning here, anyway?

(He hopes Donato isn't there, though. She's pretty brutal with her affectionate teasing.)

A hand drops on his shoulder, and Buck turns to look just as Bobby opens his mouth. "Nice to see you, Tommy," Bobby says, and the three stooges dissolve into tear-filled laughter while Bobby shoots him a fond grin. "My mistake," he says, when he catches his eye - just a twitch of his lips while Buck lays the pout on thick. "Thought you were both out of the closet, not sharing it."

Chimney howls, but Buck has to suck his lips between his teeth when Bobby winks and turns back the way he'd come.

[itsajollyjester]

"No I've got it!"

[txxanna]

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