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deathofpeaceofmiiind · 4 months ago

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Bad decisions // Quinn Hughes

No god, no religion … just bad, bad decisions

Summary: Quinn gets dragged to his girlfriends favourite bands concert despite it not being his favourite genre, but all it took was one song to change his mind.

Warnings: drinking, swearing, light fluff, pda (18+)

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“I can’t believe you’re dragging me to this.”  “Hey, you knew what you were getting yourself into dating me.” I commented as I applied my lipstick, looking back at Quinn in my mirror.

I wasn’t wrong, but I also never expected him to pursue someone like me either. I wouldn’t really consider myself an “alternative” or “goth” girl though. I had black hair, tattoos and listened to heavier music but I preferred wearing aritzia sweat suits, doing Pilates and swapped wing liner out for clean girl make up. Still, I wasn’t the stereotypical girl that most hockey players go for. I remember the first time I met Quinn and how terrified I was to take my sweater off and expose my full sleeve. But much to my surprise, he couldn’t keep his hands off me. Actually, any time I went to get a new tattoo he came with me and held my hand the entire time. It was a kind of intimacy I never thought I would find.

 “I know, I’ve just never been to a concert like this. What if I get stuck in the middle of a mosh pit? Also how loud is it gonna be?”  I chuckled, zipping my boots up, “we’ll stay along the side, and yes, bring earplugs.”  “Oh god.” He groaned, throwing his head back on the couch. “You are so lucky I love you.”  “Well…” I trailed off, standing between his legs, leaning over and gripping onto his thighs. “If you’re on your best behaviour, I’ll reward you for it.”

Quinns head popped up as I peaked his interest. “What kind of reward?”

 “Whatever you want.” I replied, hovering over his face. His lips ever so slightly brushing against mine, “but you need to be a good boy.”  “I’m about to become the biggest Bad Omens fan you’ve ever seen.”

About an hour later we arrived at the venue, my stomach was filled with butterflies from excitement. I’ve been a huge Bad Omens fan since 2016 and this was my first time seeing them post-covid. Their new album had been out for over a year and I played it so much I think Quinn was getting sick of it, but I would catch him mouthing the lyrics when he thought I wasn’t looking. This man tried to convince me he only listened to rap and country, but I firmly believe he didn’t want to admit he likes my music. I think he was paranoid his brothers or his teammates would tease him for it.

“I think you’d look really hot in that shirt.”   Quinn and I waited in line at the merch booth before the concert, which was incredibly long. I saw a hoodie on display that I really liked so I wanted to see if they had it in my size. Another shirt caught my attention and I fully envisioned Quinn wearing it with his black Levis, a backwards hat and his white nikes. Just the thought of it made my knees buckle.   “You think so?” Quinn leaned his head down to take a better look at the shirt in question. His cheek brushed against me, making his cologne hit my nose. It was the perfect mix of sage and cedar. I gently kissed his cheek, a bashful smile appeared on his face before he pressed his lips to my temple.

 “Absolutely. I mean, you make everything look good.” I breathed, still reeling from his lips, “but I’d love to see you in that.”

 “If you say so.” He smirked as it was our turn. He bought my hoodie for me along with a signed vinyl, and the shirt I told him to get. He sent me the most devilish grin as he tapped his credit card, knowing he just made me incredibly happy.

We made our way towards the stage, it was already pretty packed so I suggested we stood at the back near the sound booth. That way we would be out of the way of any crowd surfers or mosh pits because no one was dumb enough to fuck around expensive sound equipment. The concert was everything I hoped it would’ve been and more. The openers, I see stars and Erra put on incredible sets. Quinn looked like he seen a ghost when Erra came out, considering they were a little heavier than I see stars were, which made him look so adorable. Towards the end of their set, he was more impressed than scared which was a relief. Small smirks kept showing up on his face that he desperately tried to bite back but he couldn’t.

“You surviving?”  “Yeah, thank you for bringing me.” Quinn replied taking a sip of his drink, “I’m actually having a lot of fun.”  “Good, I’m glad.” I mused, “we haven’t even got to the best part yet.”  Before he could say anything, the lights went dark again and Bad Omens slowly made their way to the stage. My heart was rapidly racing in my chest as the boys opened up with Artificial Suicide. I immediately started jumping up and down, screaming the lyrics, completely forgetting about the world around me. Every now and then I would look up at Quinn, who just had the biggest smile on his face watching me enjoy myself.

Halfway through the concert, the band slowed the pace down, which came at the perfect time. My drinks were starting to hit me, making my head feel lighter than normal. The melody for Bad Decisions started and I immediately fell back into Quinn, becoming enamoured with how his breath crept along my neck.

Her skin feels unholy, but I'm still drawn

The morals I'm holding, you know they're gone…

His arms wrapped around my stomach as he slowly swayed us back and forth to the beat, slow and reverberating. His skin felt warm to the touch as his chin rested gently on my shoulder. The low vibrations from the song along with the siren red lighting was stirring something up in me. My hips instinctively rolled into him, feeling overstimulated by every single sensation that took over my body. I knew Quinn wasn’t complaining, considering I felt him twitch through his jeans.

You can be all I got, what's the difference?

Hennessy and a lot of bad decisions

All I know is bad, bad decisions

Quinn brushed my hair away from my shoulder, slowly planting kisses on my exposed shoulder. Each kiss nonchalantly making their way up to my neck, then my jaw, causing goosebumps as his week old stubble grazed my skin. My eyes stayed shut, as his lips dragged all over me. An audible gasp left my mouth as he lightly nipped at my skin, gently sucking, leaving his mark on me.

“Turn around.”

I turned around, his arms found me again and bringing me closer to him. My hands found their home in his hair, enveloping his curls between my fingers. The soft aura of the red lights made his green eyes the perfect muse in this dark room. I was so lost in him that I forget where we were, the crowd completely melted away from us and it was almost as if we were the only ones here. He had that effect on me, he knew how to make me feel like I was his, and only his. His forehead pressed lightly against mine, lips hovering so close I could taste the whiskey on his breath. The gap was finally closed, his mouth enveloping mine as I turned into putty in his hands. Our tongues danced together as the song was getting close to the end, but Quinn didn’t seem to care. He pressed me harder against his body, wrapping his hand around the back of my neck and kissing me with such desperation. He never gave me any chances to come up for air, his lips stayed glued to mine as if my mouth gave him a new breath of life.

Bitter ends to the night, I'm along for the ride

Out of breath, out of time, everything has a price

We broke apart and the smallest smile curved at the side of his mouth as he trailed his thumb along my mouth. Neither of us realized the band started to play What do you want from me? shifting the energy in the venue. The music slowly filled my ears like I was underwater and coming up for air finally. I smiled back at him, I was in a complete state of euphoria.

“Okay you win.” Quinn said into my ear as I gripped onto his shirt to keep my composure. “I definitely just found my new favourite song.”

“You have no idea how happy that makes me.” I mused as I had a lightbulb moment, “we need to get you into the pit.”

“Babe, no -“

I grabbed his hand and drug him into the crowd. Everyone was moving around and having the best time. I had to admit this was one of their better songs and it’s physically impossible to stay still during it. Quinn stood there frozen before giving in and started to jump around with me, not daring to let me out of his grasp. He sung the lyrics he was embarrassed to admit he knew with me, caught a guitar pick for me and held me as I cried during Just Pretend.

“Holy fucking shit, this guy is an animal.” Quinn gasped as the lead singer, Noah let out the most primal, gluttonous screams during the encore of dethrone. He wasn’t wrong though, I could feel those screams in my bones.

The concert finally ended, tears prickling my eyes as black and red confetti stuck to us and covered the entire floor. I didn’t want to leave but we had to. That was the best concert I’ve never witnessed and it felt so bittersweet that it was over.

“So, have I been a good boyfriend or what?”

I just chuckled as we made our way outside. The cold air hit my face and it felt like heaven after being a sweaty mess for three hours. We got into the car and Quinn leaned over to help me with my seat belt. I never once questioned why he started doing it, but I wasn’t about to complain about my boyfriend being this close to me at any given moment. His eyes were a perfect shade of green, the kind of green you wanted your morning matcha to be. They peered so deeply into mine I didn’t realize he asked me a question.

“So what’s my prize?”

“You’ll find out when we get home.”

#fanfic #quinn hughes #quinn hughes fanfiction #quinn hughes x reader #bad omens

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whereispearlescentmoon · 1 month ago

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Hermit-A-Day Day 9: Outfit Swap

A reminder that these are both individual bits of writing that can be read on their own and supplemental material for my fic Glitch .

This one is going to be a little different due to the nature of the prompt! It is, however, something I may make into a longer fic soon because I’m graduating and I’ll have a couple months of doing nothing.

@hermitadaymay

Investigative notes on repeated incidents of clothing theft around the server, taken by the Admin.

Season: 10

Victims: ZombieCleo, ImpulseSV, Skizzleman, JoeHills, CubFan135, Tangotek, Ethoslab, and Geminitay

Initial Incident Report: A number of Hermits around the server have reported articles of clothing have gone missing. The missing items are as follows-

ZombieCleo- One cropped blue t-shirt

ImpulseSV- Three black t-shirts with an i symbol

Skizzleman- One sleeveless white undershirt

JoeHills- One green cardigan

CubFan135- Two black t-shirts, plain

TangoTek- One white t-shirt and one red hoodie

Ethoslab- Two long-sleeve black t-shirts, both with Canada patches

Geminitay- Three green sweaters

Were this only one Hermit, I might think they were just being forgetful. But with this many reports over a couple of months, I can’t help but think someone is pulling a prank. Or clothing hoarding which is an issue we’ve had before. Doc has apparently heard about what is going on and has asked that I investigate because whoever it is may also be the “ore snatcher” whatever that means. Bdubs has offered to take the case to court when I find out who it is.

Update: I’ve compiled a list of Hermits who are possible suspects. The most likely thieves are Grian, Pearl, False, and Ren. Everyone else either lives too far away from most of the victims or is too particular about their clothes to be stealing any. I feel I can probably cross Grian and False off the list, though. All of what was stolen would have to be modified for them to wear it with their wings. Grian has also been lectured about clothing theft before. Multiple times. Maybe I should keep him on the list actually. Anyways, that leaves just Pearl and Ren. I might have to do a snoop around their bases. Or talk to them like a normal person but that’s less fun.

Case Resolution: Well, the suspect ended up showing herself without any further prodding. Namely, Pearl showed up to our last Hermit meeting clearly half asleep (we can only accommodate our nocturnal members so much and today was an unfortunate afternoon meeting) and wearing what is evidently her pajamas. Which is to say, she was wearing Impulse’s clearly branded shirt underneath Joe’s cardigan. Both were too short on her, though the t-shirt was baggy.

She wasn’t even trying to hide it, just arrived in other Hermit’s clothes. Impulse and Joe clearly did not know she had these items as they asked about them after the meeting and she said she thought they “wouldn’t mind them being gone”. The other Hermits with missing clothes then inquired about their own and, yeah, Pearl has them all. None of us noticed because she wears her Postal uniform normally but apparently all of her pajama tops are the missing items. She showed her “stash” to the group after the meeting.

While normally this case would be resolved by the returning of the items, multiple of the victims have deemed Pearl’s behavior “adorable” and have chosen to not prosecute her further.

Impulse told Pearl that she’s always welcome to his things, which apparently they spoke about last season. Skizz hugged her so hard I worried he might break a rib. JoeHills… well he didn’t really seem bothered in the first place, more curious. Cub said Pearl could always “pop across [their] bridge” if she needed more. Tango and Etho insisted to her that it’s part of her payment for being such a good postmaster. Gem said she could keep the sweaters “forever” so long as she promised to wear them to sleepovers. Even Cleo seemed only mildly annoyed and said Pearl could keep her shirt because “it’s not that big a deal anyways, I’m sure you look great it in”. I am utterly baffled.

There seems to be absolutely no discussion of retribution among the group, as this seems to have not been a prank but Pearl swiping articles of clothes when she was at their bases earlier in the season.

Note to self: Investigate whether Pearl might have some supernatural powers of suggestion? If any other Hermit did this I think they would be brought to court.

#hermitaday #zombiecleo #impulsesv #skizzleman #joe hills #cubfan135 #tangotek #ethoslab #geminitay #pearlescentmoon #fic

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stagefoureddiediaz · 1 year ago

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Costume Meta 7x01

Aaaaaaannnnd we're back!!

OMG I cannot tell you how good it feels to be back writing costume meta - I have missed it so very much and this first episode has given me lots and lots to talk about so lets crack on with it shall we!

Where to start?! Firstly - Its amazing to have Alayna Bell-Price back in the driving seat and she is a genius because she knows the characters better than anyone and I have to say from my perspective there is a pretty clear difference between this episodes costumes and the ones from season 6 - not that s6's costumes were bad, just that you could see the shift of having a designer who didn't know the characters to the same level. I’m going to go in order of character appearance in a non uniform capacity for this one I think so we’re going to jump around from character to character a bit. There is no Maddie or Hen this week, as we don't see them out of uniform, but every one else is accounted for and I've included Norman and Lola as they've got a multi episode arc and their costumes are interesting and playing into a colour theme!

putting it below the cut as its a long post and I on't want to overtake everyones dashes! Enjoy!

We start off with Athena in this pale pink high neck ribbed sweater with large bell sleeves. I've spoken a fair amount about pale pink over the last couple of seasons of costume metas and how, in clothes its representative of childish and immature behaviours or thoughts. That holds true here - the pale pink is playing into Athena's childhood - when she developed her fear of cruise ships - its creating a connection between her childhood experiences and the woman sitting in Franks office.

We get a flashback that shows her in yellow and orange - the yellow for communication and the orange for transformation. A literal moment where we see Athena transform from the innocence of youth to her developing anxiety and fear around cruise ships. Its really clever visual storytelling connecting adult with child and shows us her fear is genuine and founded in something that she may not have been able to articualte fully as a child, but she can as an adult, even if she doesn't actually articulate it to Bobby.

Our next non uniform costume is Chimney. The lighting is really low in this scene, so it's kind of hard to be 100% sure of the colouring, but he seems to be wearing either a dark navy or black button up shirt under a dark green and black bomber jacket. The use of really dark green in combination with black, Back is a colour that can be about hiding ones vulnerabilities - concealment and masking, but it is also a colour associated with magic (generally dark magic) as well as pessimism. The green is growth and renewal, and the hope for a better future. to use them in combination i this way is playing on Chimneys insecurites and fears, his desire to keep the 'magic' alive in his relationship with Maddie, but it also speaks to his growth, that he goes home and talks to her about it (even if he does come up with an insane plan to 'date forever').

Eddie in the locker room - aside from being shirtless for much of it and pulling some epically good faces - was a super interesting costume choice. Especially the use of his watch! first though - Denim shirt time! We don't actually see Eddie in a denim shirt all that often and we've seen him in the super washed out one far more than dark denim shirts. I've been laughing a little bit at a few people (on twitter mostly) claiming its the same shirt he was wearing at the hospital during and after Bucks coma and it being a play on bringing Buck back to life. While I like the theory, its actually a very different shirt - the one in the hospital was black with a grey wash out and was made of velveteen - so different colour and fabric.

This shirt, is however one we have actually seen Eddie wear before and its far more telling than if it were the hospital shirt. You need to bear in mind that this scene is about Buck and Eddies respective girlfriends (or lack there of) and the fact that Christopher has a girlfriend now as well. This shirt is the same shirt Edie was wearing when he (re)introduced Ana to Chris in 4x08 (breaking point my beloved! the gift that keeps on giving!) and this puts a conversation about Marisol and things going well with her into the same category as Ana - suggesting she is ultimately destined for the same fate as Ana. the other thing that plays into this narrative is the use of the watch.

Eddie does not put the Christopher watch on until after he has found out that Buck has broken up with Natalia - so during the entire conversation about their respective girlfriends, he is only holding the Christopher watch, rather than wearing it.

In the picture below from 4x08 you can see that Eddie is wearing his black 'work' watch rather than the brown strapped 'Christopher' watch. Remember that the first time we see the Christopher watch is when he goes for his first date with Ana in Jinx, so he already has this watch and in theory should be wearing it in this scene. The fact he isn't is pretty telling and I'll go into that a bit more later when we get to Chris's (and Eddies) date scene.

Then we have Buck in his outfit of many colours! The white trainers, continue to play into my theory of Buck wearing them when he is in key points on his journey to discover his self - her it is about showing his growth - that he ended the relationship with Natalia - this is a massive thing when we saw how long it took for him to end things with Taylor - The man who clings is growing and getting out before it drags him down!

The jacket is similar in style to many of the ones we've seen him wearing in season 5 and 6, but this one is much brighter and more colourful. I know I go on about white meaning bad things for Buck, but that isn't relevant here - the white bad things happen to Buck theory is much more about t-shirts, jumpers and shirts rather than jackets - its an under-layer rather than a top layer that = danger. So i'm not thinking of its relevance here for this scene. What I am going to say is that this (according to my spreadsheet!) is the first time we've seen Buck in a white jacket of any description. To me, it's playing into the idea of purity and rebirth which is what white is often associated with. This plays into the comment Eddie makes welcoming Buck back to 'the land of the living' but also implies that Buck is starting a new chapter and making a fresh start - the check patterning suggests it might not all be plain sailing though.

The check pattern is an interesting one, obviously check pattern theory comes into play here, but whether its only in relation to the reveal that he split with Natalia, or if its also foreshadowing Buck getting himself into danger/trouble down the line, remains to be seen.

I'm going to quote myself again because I did predict that this scene may be about his relationship with Natalia when we got the stills dropped - the costume department never let us down!

The only thing I can do is scream into the void about check theory because check does't bode well for people - they always end up in the middle of the drama (see my check theory posts linked on my pinned post for more) and while they come out the other side (99% of the time) Buck in check for that scene in 6x18 pretty much doomed his relationship with Natalia (its specific to her and not C&K's baby as Buck wasn't wearing it when he delivered it!) and as that shirt in the still is very un Buck like, has not only yellow ochre in it, but also its a white base (and we all know buck in white is a bad sign!!) and its check patterned - my theory is that this scene is connected to Natalia in some way - either Buck is not being true to him self in more than one way - that things are going to/have come to a head for their relationship (my kingdom for a reverse of Buck to Eddie about Ana in 5x03!!!) and lead to a pretty big change in some way (fingers crossed for Buck to end it and then finally break down and deal with his trauma!!!) Some other things about that shirt - the colour combination - the green blue and yellow ochre are giving me call backs to coma Buck (another reason I think it might be connected to Bucks unresolved trauma around his death and Eddies absense in his dream)

In the quote above, I was also referring to the blue and white check pattern shirt he was wearing when he and Natalia got together, but there was also the fact that in the balcony scene at the end of 6x18, we also saw her in one of Bucks white shirts. I wrote in my 6x18 meta about how those two things combined didn't bode well for that relationship going forward, and thats what leaves me unsure about the check pattern on this white jacket being purely about something that has already happened. If I put my Buddie goggles on, I would perhaps suggest that the troubled times ahead may be more connected to Buck and Eddies relationship, and this would fit in with a couple of the things Oliver and Ryan have said. The thing with check theory though, is that generally speaking if it's on one of the mains, they come out the other side of the dram/trauma stronger than before. So if it is connected to Buck and Eddies relationship, then we can expect it to be in an even stronger position on the other side of whatever goes down (and at this point you can't strengthen their relationship any further and keep them as just friends imo!)

Chimneys forever dating proposal to Maddie, connects with his outfit when he's talking to Hen - it's the same jeans and black shirt, so the meanings of black, can be continued on into this scene - the idea of magic and hiding his vulnerabilities. The addition of the jacket with this brickwork pattern in its weave is a fun choice, it's playing into the idea of building something, but also plays into the idea that Chimney has his walls up - again fitting in with the black meaning of hiding his vulnerabilities - because instead of expressing his fears to Maddie ad then them talking it thorough, he comes up with his insane forever dating concept. the fact that much of this scene is a contrasting parallel with the scene from season 1 when he is pretending to be someone else entirely for Tatiana all ties in perfectly with this costume. The fact that he reverts to wearing blue (ran out of picture spaces so I couldn't include one) later on - when he's realised his plan isn't realistic, talks to Maddie and they end up back on the same page is really good to see - the blue being a signature Chimney colour and is indicative of him being true to himself.

Bobbys blue suit and blue check patterned shirt. The brightness of the blue is a really important choice - it's the only time we see him this brightly coloured on the cruise until he ends up in the bright red at the end. This is important because this is the moment when he's still all excited and hopeful for his honeymoon cruise - everything is good in Bobby's world at this moment in time - the check pattern is telling us that it's not going to stay that way for long. From her on out we see the colours of Bobby's costumes slowly beginning to dull and take on a washed out tone, but here in this moment all is good.

Athena's bright yellow dress is all about making her stand out - communicating with the audience, she is the brightest person in the room (in more ways than one!!). The thing with yellow, apart from the communication aspect, is that it can also be a symbol of anxiety and fear, so this dress plays rather nicely into the theme of Athenas fear of being on that ship.

The colour does have other good traits too - its fresh and bright and is a colour of happiness in its more jewel like tones and I think we can see all of these meanings in these scenes - Athena might be anxious about being on the ship, but she is also happy and enjoying herself with Bobby in that moment.

Lola and Norman. Lola is the one we need to focus on in her very bright very check patterned Victoria Beckham dress. Obviously the check pattern plays into check pattern theory, but the red also acts like a neon sign to the audience - highlighting that Lola is in danger - the ga won't pick up on check theory, although they might connect the dots about the fact this check patterning looks very like a cage - foreshadowing her being held captive later on, but also as a nod to the fact she was incarcerated previously.

The red is also a nod towards romance and love - playing into the rekindling of their relationship and romance in the aftermath of the freeway 'see me Norman' incident.

Ok so Christophers date night and by extension Eddies date night! This is where this meta is goingto get a bit messy and I'm goingto jump around a bit becasue I need to talk about the way colour theory is at play in all the scenes in Christophers bedroom, so we're going to talk about Christophers bedroom as one big thing rather than the two separate scenes that it actually is. They are extensions of one another and build on so much of the groundwork we've already seen in previous seasons.

Chris in plaid check yellow and red check plays perfectly into check pattern theory - it’s a signifier that something is about to go down with him - namely that the fact he’s dating multiple girls at the same time.

He’s also wearing a white shirt which is not a colour we see on him all that often - in fact, the only times we’ve seen him in a completely white shirt is with his suit in 5x01 when suit shopping and again in 6x08 for his school dance. He did wear a white vest when dressed as wolverine for halloween So as you can see its not a common colour for him, but the times have seen him wear it as a solid colour have been connected to school/girls and dating (i’m including the suit shopping in this because Ana was there and it was kind of a Eddie and Ana date of sorts - in that it was suppose to be for this Christening - meet the family - date type thing).

The most interesting thing is the plaid hooded shirt though. It was such an interesting choice to go with for a couple of reasons. the colour way is especially loud - we tend to see Chris wearing greens and blues and greys, with the odd other colour thrown in occasionally. So red and yellow are not common colours for him to be wearing.

On the red front we see him in it a couple of times - the adapted skateboarding scene and the scene in 4x10 when he joins Eddie and Ana on the sofa - getting in the way of their date night. We do also see him wear red in Christmas related episodes (so I don’t tend to count them in the same way as the Christmas colour theming will nearly always override any other colour theming intention - the use of stripes or check or other patterning is more important in those episodes!).

On the yellow front things are even more clear cut - the Tsunami arc, the aftermath of him falling off the skateboard, Mays graduation party and 5x03’s Eddie Ana break up! These (apart from the tsunami shirt) were all bright almost neon yellow.

This new plaid shirt is more into the yellow ochre part of the yellow spectrum, therefore tying much more to the tsunami arc, which is actually really fitting if you think about it in a little more detail - its a connection, not only to Buck, but also to loss and grief. Eddie might have been using his secret weapon (Chris) to get Buck out of his moping (read mourning) over not being able to go back to work, but Christopher is also still grieving the loss of his mother at that point as well, so its not just about cheering Buck up, its also about giving Chris a chance to do something fun and distract him from his own grief. That is why the use of yellow then ties in so nicely with its use on Chris now.

The other thing that really grabbed my attention about this shirt though is the fact that the two times we’ve seen Buck have a conversation with Chris in his bedroom, he has sat in the same spot and has been wearing one of those two colours - post shooting in maroon and this episode in the yellow ochre - if you watch those two scenes side by side, you see that they’ve used almost identical camera angles as well to film Buck.

I've spoken a lot about the use of maroon as a colour connected to parenthood - especially fatherhood , which is how its intended to be read on Buck - connecting to Eddie and his being shot, pushing Buck into a parental role in Eddies absence.

That alone is a pretty loud reference to Christophers connection and relationship to Buck, but then we have the yellow ochre of it all.

I feel a little bit insane about how close my prediction was on what the Buck Christopher scene was going to be about - this is from the meta I wrote when t he stills dropped;

Whatever this scene transpires being about, based on what we've seen with Buck wearing yellow ochre, we can assume its going to continue to play into this idea of Buck not being fully truthful with people and fitting into the role he thinks people want him to pay rather than being true to himself. I do want to add to this theory by looking at Christophers shirt as well. The grey/ yellow combination is a bit reminiscent of Breaking point (the episode that really is the gift that keeps on giving) because we get Chris in grey and Eddie in tan - that is yellowish toned whilst not actually being yellow There isn't a good screenshot of them together, but the placing of Chris and Buck in the new one has echoes of Eddie and Chris in that scene (one that is interestingly enough playing into the idea of changing family dynamics, but also the moment before and the one that happens afterwards at Bucks loft, directly placing Buck into a parental role (as an aside the idea of Buck being a miracle worker plays into the theme of Eddie looking for magic, just saying!))

Indirectly this scene was about Buck not being true to himself with people and fitting into whatever role he thinks people want him to fit into, only this wasn't an active situation - this was a scene where Buck could draw on his experience of having done that in the past to help Christopher - the line from Eddie 'you didn't end up being like you' is such a call to this and actually shows how valuable Bucks own experiences and learnings are in helping Chris (we've all been joking about Eddie choosing Buck to help him with this Chris's issue, but in actual fact he was the perfect person for the job - not just because of his being a 'reformed player', but also because of his relationship with death and the death of a loved one where you are reliant on others for their memories of a person rather than having your own)

The thing with the Yellow ochre (this meta here that i've already quoted from above is the place to go if you'd like more detail on its use on Buck more widely) isn't just its about it's connection to Buck, his place in Christopher's life and more loosely to the will of it all, (the fact that Buck and Eddie are both wearing the same colour ways as in the hospital bed will reveal scene and are both on the same sides of the screen in both scenes is a stroke of genius and is meant to connect these two scenes together) its also its connection to Shannon.

The first time we meet Shannon, she sits on Christophers bed in more or less the same position as we see Buck and Eddie sit, and looks at where Christopher has been positioned in all these conversations, and she is wearing a burnt orange top thats pretty close to the dark yellow ochre we see Buck wearing. Shannon wears a lot of yellow - as in it there are only a couple of times we don't see her wearing something yellow or with yellow in it and those are key scenes (which I will talk about later on).

Shannons appearance in Christophers room to read the letter she wrote him had her in this black top with a floral patterning on it. She was also wearing green trousers (which can be seen in the still below but aren't actually seen during the scene.

I actually really loved the green trousers and black top as a choice because the top is very Shannon - it sits perfectly with the floral patterns we saw her wearing when she was still alive. The green trousers are a bit of a departure for her, but I think its very intentional for two reasons .

The first is that they are very much in the Eddie trousers wheelhouse, especially in combination with black - he wears green khaki trousers a lot. The inference being that the black and green combination is an echo of Eddie.

The second ties to Christopher. Green is also a colour we've seen on Christopher a lot, it's probably the colour we see him in most. It's being used as a reflection of the fact he is growing and transitioning from child to teenager. But having it here in this scene - on Shannon connects a Christopher growing up without his mom.

Both of these combined really connect into Shannon in this scene, tying the three of them together and on Eddies efforts to keep her alive for Christopher - the underlying implication that his growth into who he is so far is as much to do with Shannon as it is to do with Eddie.

Her necklaces were not identical to the ones we saw her in in season 2, but that's most likely because they don't have them any longer, so they've replicated them as best as they can. The other little nod that I enjoyed is the brown bracelets on her right wrist - the same place Eddie wears his brown strapped Christopher watch!

But the top they have her in plays into a couple of other things - the prominent yellow flowers make an obvious connection to Buck from the previous scene, but they also tie into the 'I want a divorce' scene from 2x17 where she is wearing a dark blue dress with bright yellow ochre flowers all over it. the dress is not especially close to the top in the wider sense - blue dress with white squares v black top with florals in a variety of colours, but the yellow flowers are the prominent aspect of both items of clothing and play into the yellow theme connected to Shannon and then to Buck.

This is espeically relevant when you remember that Eddie is in a black suit in that scene and he's wearing black when he gives the letter to Christopher.

The black for this sequence of scenes is such a poignant choice - its Eddie mourning all over again, not for his loss, but for Christophers loss. I did find it telling that again in this scene, we have the absence of the Christopher watch. Eddie has very rarely not been wearing a watch in his scenes, so the times when we don't see him wearing one are very telling.

For me, in this sequence of scenes, it's about the fact that they are not about Eddies relationship with Christopher, but about Shannons relationship with Christopher. The watch is much more about Eddie and Christopher, so to have it absent from this story arc makes total sense and is symbolic of Eddie being a good father

Then we have Christophers grey shirt - I said when we first got the stills from that scene, how it was likely to be connected to complex family relationships - a la when we’ve seen Buck wearing his grey shirt. And what do you know - the scene was about complex family dynamics/ relationships.

It wasn’t perhaps in the manner I was expecting, but that series of scenes played with the full scope of Chris’s complex family relationships - from the relationship he has with Buck -not only as Christophers friend, but also as more or less Eddies co-parent (the way Eddie asked for Bucks help screamed co-parent rather than friend imo - that whole burnt out car scene was two co-parents discussing their child!) to the relationship he has with his dad - which is a pretty great relationship, but it is a complex one.

The relationship he has with his mom - or the fact he feels he doesn’t have a relationship with her despite Eddies best efforts, because as he grows up she feels further and further away.

Eddies 'date' night with Marisol. Again I ran out of pictures (30 is not enough!) so you're going to have to use your imagination or go back and rewatch the scene for yourselves, but trust me when I say that Eddie is wearing the same shirt he was wearing for this date night as he was in 4x10 - when Christopher interrupts because he can't sleep!

It's also a similar tee to the one Eddie wears when he has his breakdown and trashes his room (that one was more green when this one is much browner). Its slouchy and has cut and stretched raw edges at the sleeves and on the pocket - in the same way his breakdown shirt did. there is an element of being in familiar surroundings and being comfortable at home, but stretched out raw edges and Eddie generally tend to mean not so great things.

Of course there is the element of his parenting skills being tested by Christophers having more than one girlfriend, but if that where the only reason, then it would've made more sense to have him in that shirt when he's listening in to Chris talking to Buck, rather than when he's on a date with a new girlfriend.

This is especially true as the screen time for that tee has more connection with Marisol than it does with Chris. Combined with the fact that once again, like in the locker room scene, he is not wearing his Christopher watch in this scene and that speaks volumes.

If we are to read the scene as being about Christopher soley, he should be wearing his watch because that watch is a physical embodiment of the importance of Christopher in Eddies life - that he puts Christopher first in all things.

Got to say I was a bit shocked to see Marisol in his bright magenta silk spaghetti strap top when you consider the costumes we saw her in last season - mostly dressed down, t-shirts, jumpers and dungarees so this is a complete 180 for her character.

There are a few interesting things connected to her outfit, firstly it low key ties into Natalia - we saw Natalia in a red version of this top for her first proper onscreen date with Buck (when they go to the badge and ladder joint) so there is an interesting low key parallel to draw there. There is also the fact that her bracelet is a chain one - much like we've seen on all of Buck and Eddies previous girlfriends - although those have been necklaces, so I'm undecided if this chain bracelet is paying into the same trope as those.

Then there is the pink of it all.

You see Eddie and Pink on his girlfriends doesn't bode well for Marisol.

Both Shannon and Ana wore pink. Ana wore it a lot - there are two examples below, but generally speaking its her most commonly worn colour - including on her first date with Eddie in Jinx.

The first example below is from the first time we see her in the Diaz house. the shades are different, but the fact that the first time we see both characters in the Diaz house they're both wearing pink, speaks volumes.

The other key use of Pink is when Shannon is at the beach with Eddie and Christopher and she tells Eddie she's pregnant - Eddie takes it as the sign he has been looking for - the chance to effectively start over with their marriage, but this is the beginning of the end for their relationship, even if she hadn't died a short while later. She is wearing pale pink in that scene and it's the only time we see her wear the colour in the show.

The fact we can also contrast the use of pink with when Buck wears it is telling in its own right - we see the relationship between Buck and Eddie strengthening when Buck wears pink - May's graduation party, the tsunami, the Hildy coffee machine - all moments (big and small) that show the development of various aspects of their relationship and its ability to endure.

Essentially all this use of pink on the women he has had previous relationships with, doesn't bode well for Marisol and the longevity of her relationship with Eddie. How quickly it will end I can't say, just that it will end.

I spoke earlier in this post about colour theming for the episode and this is where I talk about it!

Pink - and in particular the very bright pinks we saw scattered across the episode. Marisol above wearing it, isn't just about connecting her to Ana in costume terms (especially as at this point that costume is a departure of her costumes from s6) it also connects her to the other characters we see wearing bright pink in this episode - Lola and Norman.

At this point in time I'm not sure if we're going to see it play out as a theme across the season, but its use in this episode was very loud on characters that are going to be around for more than 1 episode. It suggests that there is some underlying theme that connects them (by this I don't mean that they're gonna meet and hang out I mean that personality traits are going to be similar)

Magenta and bright pink in colour theory means a few different things, and like with all colours, has positive and negative traits. Generally speaking its a loud and brash colour thats designed to stand out and draw attention to it's wearer.

Things that are considered positive traits for this shade of pink are; intensity, acceptance, kindness and it's supportive and uplifting nature. It's connected to naive love (as in lust rather than the passionate and enduring love of red) can also be considered a nurturing colour.

Negative traits are; intensity, volatility, arrogant and impatient, irritability and irritating and frustration. it is also said to be a stress inducing colour and is said to be overly emotional.

Theres a clear and fairly loud connection between Lola and Norman getting into danger - Lola is in magenta trousers when she is kidnaped. Norman also has bright magenta flowers on his shirt at this point as well. My guess at this point is that we're supposed to lean into the stress inducing element, and also the irritating nature of the colour (On Athenas part at the very least!) and we'll see if those are the themes that play out for Marisol as well down the line.

Norman is in bright pink when he's lying and claiming she's unwell from being outside or too long. We also see that he is wearing pink in the ditsy print shirt later on (again I ran out of picture spaces!)

Athena's black top in this scene is much like the use of Chimney in black in his scenes. It's all about power and authority but it's also about her hiding her vulnerabilities. The other thing it does is creates a huge contrast with Bobby and all of the other passengers - she is the only one in black in the scene and it contrasts her with the underlying white of Bobbys shirt - juxtaposing them and visually putting them at odd with one another.

Like I said above about him becoming increasingly pale - here we see Bobby in a sea-foam green shirt - its the palest and washed out colour we've seen him in on this cruise (grey pyjama shirt not being included as its blink and you miss it and a pyjama tee!!!). Sea-foam green doesn't really play into the traditional meanings of green - there is still the element of renewal about it (the sea washes the sand etc)but its mostly a self-conscious and uncertain colour - both things that perfectly sum up how Bobby is feeling in this moment.

The other fun thing about this outfit is the palm tree shorts the patterns Bobby has worn in relation to this cruise, up to this point (and that includes the shirts from season 6) have all been tropical themed but on his shirts, the fact that they've now slipped down onto his shorts is a visual representation of him becoming increasingly dissatisfied with the way his honeymoon is going - that the tropical vacation vibes are slipping away.

Athenas red and white shirt, in my opinion is showing her cross purposes - its the duality of investigating and being on a cruise in a shirt. The bright red ties into the red and blue first responder colour way the show uses (for obvious reasons) while the white and the palm fronds, the lei flowers and the watery theming of the pattern fit into the troipical cruise they're on.

Bobbys red shirt contrasts with the lavender that we see on Athena - its not a colour we see on Bobby all that often and that makes its use all the more important. Especially considering the entire cruise thus far we've seen him in blues and greens - especially pale closer to pastel tones.

This red is bright snd bold and unlike his usual choices. Red is a colour of cross meaning - there is obviously the connection with love and the heart, which is absolutely at play her - his love for Athena is spurring him on and is part of what is pushing him in to investigator Bobby mode - and its representation of love is what is going to be the key player in the up coming episodes on the ship - when he is looking for Athena during the evacuation etc. But the other meaning of red is war, courage and anger and that is very much present here in this episode, and will (i'm assuming) be later on in 7x02 and 3.

The other thing I think its worth pointing out at this point (which is pure conjecture on my part at this moment in time but that I think will become relevant in the next two episodes rather than this one) is the foreshadowed parallel with Buck in season 5 when he broke down Eddies door. The bright red we saw him wearing then was an uncommon colour for him, in the same way it is for Bobby here. It's paralleling the way Buck was prepared to go into battle for Eddie, with the way Bobby is prepared to do so for Athena - going to war for your closest person, your loved one and doing what you need to do to save them.

Putting Athena in lavender the moment she gets to go into cop mode was a choice that had me giggling! Lavender is a colour of relaxation and order so for her to start wearing it the moment she gets to start being a cop again - speaks volumes for her state of being - it shows that her fear of being on the cruise ship and of being alone with bobby, has been overridden by her need to do her job and start investigating things. Its the perfect colour for this moment and for the impeding trouble brewing on the ship - Athena will bring order to things as order has been restored to her inner world.

Hopefully you've enjoyed this little canter through the costumes of 7x01 we're back in business and I can't wait to read your comments in the tags and comments 🥰

Tagging for those who've asked to be tagged - drop me a comment on this post if you'd like to be added to the list for the next meta 😎

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#911 abc #I hope you enjoy!#its good to be back #I can't remember my costume tags 😂#911 costume meta #season 7 #s7 costumes #7x01 #Kym costume meta #Kym colour theory #911 costumes #long post #the costume department never fails #still feeling feral about so much of the stuff I got right and the new stufff I've spotted

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prettieinpink · 2 years ago

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Wardrobe Essentials Guide !!

This is only a guide- you don’t need everything I list. This is just to help people build their dream wardrobe sensibly without over or under consuming or to recognize what they may want/need.

Solid colour does not mean there can be no pattern on your clothes!! It just means avoid shapes, text, pictures etc on your clothes!!

Before purchasing ANYTHING ask yourself these 3 questions!!

How can I style this?

Is there an opportunity cost?

Will I still be able to wear it in 3+ years, even if my style changes?

TOPS

2 solid colour long sleeve tops

2 solid colour short sleeve tops

2 solid colour tank top

2 solid colour cami top

2 underneath ‘layers’ tops

1 athletic wear top

1 white button up ( make it as plain as possible)

2+ graphic tee of your choice ( for funsies )

1 cute bodysuit of your choice

1+ knitwear solid colour top

3+ statement piece tops of ur liking

BOTTOMS

1 good pair of jeans you like

2 leggings solid colour!!!

2 sweatpants

2 track shorts

2 basic long pants solid colour ( for going out more formally/extra)

2 biker shorts solid colour

1 cargos pants solid colour

1 denim shorts

2 mini skirts ( or longer )

1 midi/maxi skirt

1 pencil black skirt ( formal events )

1 athletic wear bottoms

3+ statement pieces of your liking

DRESSES / FULL BODY

1 black mini dress (trust me)

1 solid colour maxi dress

1 solid colour mini dress

1 solid colour jumpsuit (short or long)

1 solid colour 2 piece outfit

1+ statement pieces of your liking

OUTERWEAR

1 white cardigan ( can be cropped)

1 black cardigan ( can be cropped)

2 solid colour zip up jackets

2 solid colour sweaters

1 solid colour puffer jacket

1 solid colour blazer

1+ statement piece of your liking

SLEEP/LOUNGEWEAR

1 cute pair of summer pjs

1 cute pair of winter pjs

2 sleeping tops

2 sleeping bottoms

1 satin OR cotton robe

2 cute loungewear sets

UNDERWEAR & BRAS

2 your skin colour t-shirt bras

2 solid colour sport bras

1 black t-shirt bra

1 white t-shirt bra

2+ your skin colour bikini underwear

2+ your skin colour slip underwear

2+ solid colour hipster underwear

2+ solid colour classic underwear

1+ maxi underwear

OTHER AKA OPTIONAL

1 cute swimwear set

1 cute activewear set

SHOES

1 plain white sneakers ( can be chunky)

1+ white sneakers with statement colours

1 cute pair of ugg boots

1 nude pair of heels of your choice

1 white pair of heels of your choice

1 black pair of heels of your choice

1 white OR black boots

1 black, nude OR white pair of loafers

1 pair of solid colour sandals OR FLATS

2+ statement pieces of your choice

BAGS

1 black shoulder OR crossbody

1 white shoulder OR crossbody

1 brown shoulder OR crossbody

1 solid colour tote bag ( not the shopping ones)

1 solid colour clutch

1 solid colour backpack

JEWELLERY ( ALL ARE EITHER SLIVER OR GOLD YOU CAN CHOOSE )

small OR big hoops

5 cute studs

5 dangling earrings

2 necklaces

4 rings

4 bracelets

1 good quality watch

APPAREL ACCESSORIES

2+ black belts

2+ solid colour scarves

1+ solid colour gloves

1+ solid colour beanies

2+ solid colour hats of ur liking

2+ apparel chains

2+ solid colour sunglasses

Andddd thats it lovelies!!! Reminder to spend and consume responsibly, don’t shop fast fashion please!! Clothes suck and its so bad for the environment. Is there anything that you think I should add to this list, or anything to remove and why? Also if you don’t know why something is on this list, ask me pls!!!!

Should I make an skincare or make up bag essentials guide next ???

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aclowntiny · 2 years ago

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Hihi

I’ve been thinking of requesting something for a while and saw ur recent post which reminded me to. Congrats on 400! ☺️

I’d like to request a meeting pirate!Ateez reaction, or if you’re not vibing with that Ateez sharing clothes with their s/o (either s/o wearing their clothes or them wearing their s/o’s clothes, I think both are cute!)

Thanks so much for your work and no pressure at all! Your stuff always makes me happy when it comes up on my timeline 🫶🫶

Thank you so much sweetie! Yes, I’m so glad you requested ☺️ that makes me so happy to hear you don’t even know 🥹🥹🥹💕💕💕 I love this idea so without further ado…

(I’m sorry for how delayed this was! The other one will just be on a separate imagine hehe 🏴‍☠️)

Ateez Sharing Clothes With Their S/O

Hongjoong

♡ Oh you know this man will lend you anything out of his closet you need to complete your look 👀 If you’re down for it, Hongjoong would enjoy being the one to dress you just to admire how amazing you look and hope you see it too! Every time he dresses you he tries to balance things he wants to see you in, your own style/tastes, and of course including at least one piece of his!

♡ Seeing you in his jacket? Heaven. You are not accepting any jackets from any other men, only his 😤 but don’t worry he’ll smile so big and give you heart eyes the whole time he drapes it over you, handing the other member’s jacket back.

♡ The more pieces he lends you, the more you appear outwardly his, and that makes his heart go crazy. He’ll get extra affectionate and protective, wrapping an arm around you and placing kisses on your cheek. “That looks better on you than on me,” he’ll tell you with a cheeky grin, sliding his arm around your waist.

♡ Slides a ring off his hand and onto yours 💗

♡ But also highkey if he likes a piece of your jewelry he may ask to borrow it!!! What, it would go perfectly with these shoes!

Seonghwa

♡ Some of Seonghwa’s clothes just become yours because he gives you his sweater when you’re cold and then lets you keep it 🥺

♡ Sweaters are his favorite because you look so cute and cozy in them! Especially if the sleeves are long on you and you do sweater paws, that’s just the cutest thing in the world to him! He’ll sometimes hold your hands through the sweater paws so you both get warm hands~

♡ Goofball steals a pair of your fuzzy socks one day because he likes them and you tease him that ew, don’t take those, now they’re ruined, but in reality the pattern just suits him more and he looks so cute in your fluffy little garments that you have to give him a kiss~

♡ You two basically trade pieces of jewelry, like he gets one of your favorite rings and you get one of his- it's yours and Seonghwa's version of swapping sim card trays!

♡ If you put on one of his shirts without him knowing, he'll come up behind you, arms snaking around you, and start teasing you. "Well, this is a nice shirt- where did you find this, hm?"

Yunho

♡ You didn’t know there was an upgrade to being given your boyfriend’s jacket but here we are: being given your boyfriend’s suit jacket.

♡ Yunho and you were attending a formal event and, well, he had a suit jacket and you didn’t, so when you got cold, he was draping you with designer formalwear of all things. You couldn’t help reaching up to feel the shoulders, smiling shyly. “You look great, maybe you should keep it.” Yunho winks, then laughs in spite of himself.

♡ You prefer his jackets, he prefers your scarves. What, they smell like you and are way softer than his big ol thick one?

♡ Sometimes you, instead of looking through a mess of clothing or just because you need a shirt, you grab one of Yunho’s button-ups and throw it on.

♡ Yunho.exe has stopped working. His hands will be on you faster than you can say Timbuktu 👀

Yeosang

♡ You got this huge fluffy wonderful robe drapey fleece cloud of a garment for bedtime when it was cold, and little did you know your boyfriend was going to fall in love with it.

♡ He asked to try it on, and the moment it covered him he pulled it tight, falling backwards onto the bed in bliss. Sure, you’d bought it for yourself, but Yeosang looked so cute, how could you say no?

♡ Compromise achieved: Yeosang wears the open-faced fleece wonder, you just lay on his chest and get wrapped up in it too 🩷

♡ You jokingly stole one of his sweaters as ‘revenge’, pulling it on to see how he reacted, if he fought you on it.

♡ Spoiler alert: he did not, only burst into a shy, loving smile and pull you into his side for a hug, telling you you’re so cute 🥺 you should’ve known with how much it takes to make him mad!

San

♡ Does that corny thing where he wraps both of you in one long scarf. You can hardly walk but it’s ok because San is so cute as he nuzzles into you from above the soft knit 💔

♡ You also wear his gloves a lot because you forget them so San throws an extra pair in his pockets just for you! His gloves are way softer than yours anyway.

♡ One day, you throw on one of his infamous muscle shirts and flex, both of you laughing but also…San’s lowkey blushing at the sight of you like that 🤭

♡ All of a sudden he’s stammering out ‘u-uh if you want that you can keep it. I mean it just looks really, really good and…’

♡ Since you liked his winter coat last season, he starts shopping for another in your favorite color and material so you can steal it. Smiles with such joy and pride as he drapes the garment over you, helping you into the sleeves, and you gush over how cozy it feels and how much you love it. Mission success.

Mingi

♡ You needed a shirt one day after swimming, so Mingi gave you an extra t-shirt. Joke was on him, though- you just wanted a Mingi shirt 😈

♡ The next time you guys hang out, you’re wearing it and his jaw drops at the way it fits your body, having not really seen it beneath the night sky and your towel the first time.

♡ Arms go right around your middle immediately, you are trapped in Mingi’s embrace don’t try to get out it’s impossible 😤 well ok it’s possible but then he’ll be sad 🥺

♡ Starts lifting it up slightly as if he thinks something different from usual is going to be under there lmao. Smiles so wide, loving, cheeky, and blissful all in one almost no matter how you react to that.

♡ You start surprising him by stealing his clothes and wearing them since you got such a good reaction the first time! Most of the time he just lets you keep them as long as he can get his hands on you~

Wooyoung

♡ Bro he steals your clothes

♡ Loves the way they smell! If you can’t see each other for any extended amount of time beyond, like, a few days or a week he wants something of yours to have with him because your scent helps him fall asleep. Also guilty of cuddling your clothes and pretending you’re there 😅

♡ He loves putting his clothes on you, especially tighter stuff from on-stage, and then telling you how hot you look in them! Buys you similar things to keep afterward even if you just wear them for him 👀

♡ Lives for corny couple outfits, so expect him to buy two of things so you can both wear it or give you something of his so that he can dress to complement! You'll probably have to stop him from straight-up just buying those corny shirts that say 'yours' and 'mine' or 'I'm his! I'm hers!' type of stuff because Wooyoung that's silly!!!

♡ You give him one of your favorite bracelets he's mentioned liking before to wear so he has a piece of you and Wooyoung just melts. Never takes that thing off unless he's showering or something. No other bracelets exist in Jung Wooyoung's eyes.

Jongho

♡ You guys are engaged in a jesting war over jacket custody

♡ He gave it to you one cold evening and you loved it so much, you joked about never wanting to give it back and he protested, laughing as you pouted, and you dug in your heels until you two were laughing like dorks over nothing. Now you two alternate wearing it a lot, but Jongho remains insistent that it’s his, you just take care of it.

♡ He steals and tries on a hat of yours one day, and as much as you laugh you think it suits him pretty well; suddenly the hat gets joint custody too.

♡ It may sound odd, but he gives you an old necklace of his he doesn't wear much anymore because he likes more traditional gifts like jewelry and then you'll have a memento of him! You're like sorry this is way less sentimental I got you a new watch lmao but don't worry, he needed one and he loves it 😊

♡ The one day you grab one of his shirts, though, something snaps in him and he can’t stop staring. You ask him what, starting to apologize for taking it, but he just shakes his head and holds up a halting hand. “No, don’t be sorry. I really like seeing you this way,” he says, eyes sweeping before meeting yours again.

#ateez #ateez imagines #ateez reactions #ateez x reader #ateez scenarios #hongjoong #seonghwa #yunho #yeosang #san #mingi #wooyoung #jongho #matzbear #requested

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meirmakesstuff · 2 years ago

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If you're thinking of attending a synagogue service as a way to support your local Jewish community but don't know how:

I'm writing this on 10/13/23, but this applies to any occasion when the Jewish community might be in a state of fear or sadness, or when you might be moved to show support for your local Jewish community by showing up. The main comment I've gotten from people who want to do this is that they don't know how to begin, so here's a quick guide for how to actually do that if you've never been to or interacted with a synagogue before.

How to choose a synagogue

How to ask first

What to wear and bring

When you get there

Additional notes

How to choose a synagogue

Depending on where you live, googling "synagogue [zip code]" may get you a lot or very few hits. Look at the synagogue's website for hints.

If you see the words "messianic" or "yeshua" that's not a real synagogue, that's predatory Christians hoping to be mistaken for Jews. Supporting them does not support your local Jewish community.

Check for the words "Orthodox," "Conservative," "Reconstructing Judaism," or "Reform" to help know what to expect. If you would be distressed to encounter segregated seating by binary gender, that's a reason you might avoid an Orthodox synagogue. The word "Conservative" in this context does not refer to political opinions, it's the name of a denomination just like Orthodox, Reconstructing, and Reform--what's being conserved in Conservative Judaism is liturgical traditions and religious observances. In fact, in most of these settings, to a lesser or greater extent depending on your specific location, you are likely to find the majority of people leaning generally to the left of your local average, politically. Which isn't to say there won't be outliers, that's just the typical makeup. In terms of service length, a Reform synagogue service is likely the shortest. It will also likely contain the most English during the service. No mainstream denomination of Judaism practices proselytizing. You should not fear that anyone will actively try to convert you.

On the synagogue website they should list start times for Friday night and Saturday morning services. That will help you choose a service you might be able to attend. I'll add notes on the differences and what to expect from either later on.

How to ask first

Not all communities will find an unexpected visitor to be a safe situation, no matter how good your intentions may be. Before you show up at a synagogue, check the website for the email addresses for the rabbi and either the president or "info" or something similar. Here's a model script for you to use:

Hi Rabbi [Lastname], I'm not Jewish but was looking for ways to show support to our local Jewish community and wondered if it would be appropriate to attend a service this coming [Friday/Saturday] as a way of showing my local Jewish community that you are not alone. If that would not be appreciated, is there another gesture an individual could make that would help this community feel supported? Otherwise, what do I need to know in order to be respectful to your community while attending a service? Sincerely, [your name]

You can also ask about accessibility questions you might have in the same email.

In a larger city or a place that has recieved threats of violence recently, they may be more cautious, but a synagogue in a small city or suburban area may simply say that anyone is welcome to show up to any service.

What to wear and bring

If the rabbi or synagogue office emails back with clothing guidelines, follow them. If not, bet on business casual as a dress code: for a masculine presentation, slacks, a button-down shirt with or without a tie, and a blazer or sweater, and for a feminine presentation slacks or a skirt knee length or longer, with a top that covers the shoulders. for Orthodox and some Conservative synagogues, wear long or three-quarter sleeves. In an Orthodox synagogue, women typically wear dresses and skirts rather than pants. I would advise avoiding wearing a visible cross while attending a service of any Jewish denomination.

You don't need to bring anything in particular with you. Be sure to place your cell phone on silent and double-check that any alarms are turned off. In Orthodox and many other synagogues, people may avoid carrying wallets with them, but no one should be offended that you have yours with you as a visitor.

This should go without saying but do not bring any kind of weapon with you. In a large city with high security needs your bag may be searched or you may be asked to show ID before entering. It is very likely that you will see a uniformed police officer or armed security guard. Synagogues in large cities might have dramatically increased their security presence this week. A visitor who is being respectful to the community is not what they're looking for.

Jewish people attending the service may bring prayer shawls or kippot (singular: kipa, also called yarmulkes) to wear. A visitor is not expected to have these. Most synagogues have baskets of kippot available at the entrance for guests. In Orthodox communities, men should wear one while in the building and women should not. In Conservative communities men should wear one and others may decide to wear one or not. In any other community you may but are not expected to wear a kipa. There will likely also be a rack of prayer shawls at the door, but non-Jews are not expected to wear these.

When you get there

Someone may make a point of approaching you early on. Please don't be embarrassed to tell them that you're not Jewish. Some synagogues will make a point on Saturday morning of assigning an "honor," that is, a role in the service, to Jewish newcomers. If someone approaches you to offer you an honor or asks you a question you don't understand, you can say "Thank you, I'm not Jewish, I'm visiting to show support for the community." Alternately, someone may simply approach you to welcome you and help you get situated.

If not, feel free to find yourself a seat.

In an Orthodox synagogue, in which the seating will be segregated by gender, there will be a curtain or screen between the men's and women's sections. The women's section may be side-by-side with the men's, behind it, or above it in a balcony. A synagogue with a balcony should either have an elevator or a small section of the lower level set apart from the men's section for Disabled women's seating.

In any other denomination, seating is not segregated by gender. In that case there is no wrong part of the general seating area that is wrong to sit in.

There are differing norms in different communities about how much talking is appropriate during services, so go along with what you see around you. Since you will likely not know the songs and much of what happens will be in Hebrew, you may lose your place in the book. If you're not able to find the page, feel free to read something that interests you in the book or look around the room. No one would judge you as a guest for not already knowing the service. Feel free to chime in if you hear everyone saying "amen" in unison or if you catch on to a song, but don't feel pressured to do anything but be present.

There will be times during the service where people will sit, stand, bow, or make other motions. If you are not able to stand, or if you are able to stand but not safely or comfortably or for a long time, please know that it's perfectly okay to remain seated for your own safety. Otherwise, sit and stand when the people around you sit and stand, and don't feel that you have to bow or keep up with other motions.

The service will likely end with blessings over wine and bread. This is not like the Christian eucharist, it's just food, with blessings of gratitude. These blessings may be recited as the last part of the service or in a room where snacks will be laid out. Again follow people's lead on when it's the right time to start taking snacks.

During the snack period people may approach you and introduce themselves. Now is a good time to tell them that you're here to show support to the community, but don't directly mention any specific occurrence unless someone brings it up first. If people are talking about Israel or current events, listen without contributing opinions unless they ask directly. Don't try to be funny or clever about it: this is not the time to tell everyone your super great idea for how to fix everything in the Middle East by putting the pope in charge or launching it to the moon or having it annexed by Aotearoa. The Jews are tired. You're here to listen. People may say things you disagree with. It's okay. You don't have to fix anyone's opinion right now. You don't even have to come back. If someone is making you uncomfortable, excuse yourself, get a second helping of cake, and say hi to someone different. This is a good time to say hello to the service leaders if you haven't met them before the service began. You can compliment the sermon or singing, or just say "I'm glad I came, I hope I was able to help this community feel supported."

Additional notes

Almost every synagogue occasionally has non-members and non-Jewish guests take part in community activities. An exception is very small communities in places where outsiders are generally hostile. It's not weird to be present in Jewish spaces as a non-Jew unless the people in that community make it weird. If so, you don't owe them anything and you don't have to come back. Every community is different, and I've been to synagogues I wouldn't choose to return to. As a general rule though, you will almost certainly be welcomed and asked about yourself. Feel free to share a little about the conversations that led to you wanting to show up for your local Jewish community, since people will likely be curious, but also remember to ask lots of questions yourself. As a general rule, Jews love to explain ourselves, so please do ask questions about the things you see and experience in the synagogue.

Topics to avoid unless someone directly asks you:

What you personally believe about God

Your personal feelings about Israel

How you would solve the situation if you were in charge

your past experience of Christianity

Jesus, in any context

Violence of any kind

What you think this community, its rabbi, Jews in general, or the Israeli government could be doing better.

Most of these are simply a matter of that there's a time and place for everything, and a Jewish service at a time of stress and sadness is not the time for these particular topics. If you feel a strong urge to talk about these topics without being asked, find a different location and group of people to do that with. The best way to be successful at showing support is to genuinely listen.

If you are a non-Jew interested in doing this and have follow-up questions, or if you are Jewish and feel I left out important details, please go ahead. I'm also happy to talk by PM if you need help figuring out a specific synagogue website. I'm not interested in doxxing anyone.

#meir makes stuff #jewish #shabbat #antisemitism

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hyunsvngs · 2 years ago

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Have you ever thought of writing about professor lee know? Fucking an age gap guy, who wants his dck into you just because you are so careless and dumb.

ANON BABE UR INSANE FOR THIS ONE... i'm drooling at the very thought

putting this under the cut bc i got a little carried away hehe it's quite long

cw - age gap, teacher student relationship, minho is a college professor (everyone is of age!!)

you're typically a pretty good student. never top of the class, but you always pass if you put the work in. but professor lee's class? you swear you come out of every lecture feeling stupider than when you entered. not because he's a bad teacher - to be honest, you didn't know shit about his teaching. you'd never listened to a single word that came out of his pretty mouth. how could you, when he stood there at the front of the room, in his tweed jackets and cosy jumpers and horn rimmed glasses? and the day he came in wearing that slutty little waistcoat? all you could think about was tearing it off him.

"alright, everyone, that's it for today. have a great weekend. oh - y/n, could you see me for a moment before you leave?"

were you dreaming? why did he want to speak to you? before that moment, you hadn't been completely sure he knew your name. visions flashed through your head - he grips your wrist, marched you to his office, undresses you-

you urged yourself to get a fucking grip before your cheeks were bright red. he was rifling through some papers at the lectern, paying you no mind. "um, yes, professor lee?"

"y/n." he looked up at you. his eyes were stern, his mouth a flat line. "i think we need to have a discussion about your engagement in class."

"my... my engagement?" you felt absolutely dumbstruck, being this close to him. this was the man you fucked every single night in your dreams, and he was staring straight at you, his gaze chilling.

he only sighed at your bewildered expression. "yes, your engagement. i've seen your grades for other classes - you clearly have potential. but you're not meeting it in my class... monday afternoon, come see me in my office. we'll have a talk about getting you to where you need to be." with that, he picked up his briefcase and marched out of the lecture hall, leaving you completely and utterly perplexed.

you spent the majority of your weekend with your hand between your thighs. honestly, you must've broken some kind of masturbation world record. you couldn't get professor lee off your mind at the best of times, but the anticipation of monday's meeting was truly driving you insane. you and him, in the confined space of his office. his steely stare penetrating you to your very core. would he bend you over his desk? would he be wearing that waistcoat? would he keep it on while he fucked you? you were getting carried away again. you sighed, delving your hand back into your underwear.

monday afternoon rolled around, finally, and you were already wet as you knocked on his office door. you swore you could've came on the spot as you stepped inside. it smelled like old books, cedar, musk. and the man behind the desk... no waistcoast, regrettably. no tweed jacket either. no tie, no sweater, no cardigan. just the professor, in a white button-up shirt, with the sleeves rolled up and top two buttons undone. you'd never seen him so casually dressed. it felt so intimate, you could've died. your heart raced as you sat down before his desk.

"why my class, y/n? my class is the only one where your grades are slipping like this. is there something about my teaching style that isn't working for you?"

"no, i don't think so - i don't know -" god, you were pathetic around him.

he gave you a wry smile, crossing his arms over his chest. "come on. i know you're not stupid. it's just, you always seem so distracted..."

"maybe," you squeaked.

his eyes got gentler, his smile softer. he reached across the desk, giving your arm a gentle tap. "i want to help you succeed, y/n. tell me what's bothering you."

were you just paranoid? he was looking at you like he knew. he couldn't know. could he? was he going to expel you on the spot?

"nothing's bothering me."

"come on, i'm your professor. you can talk to me." you said nothing. "do you know how many years i've been teaching for? a lot. i know how to tell when a student is attracted to me." still, you couldn't speak. you couldn't get a read on him - was he angry? indifferent? was he... interested?

"look, i just need to know. are you able to engage with my lectures, without getting lost in your daydreams about my cock? or do i need to fuck you and get things over and done with?"

"w-what?"

"the choice is yours. leave my office and we'll forget the whole thing, if you want? but..." he smirked at you. "something tells me you're not going to do that."

you were in a haze. you could only nod. had you ever been this horny before? it was like an out-of-body experience. he stood, leaned over the desk, took ahold of your jaw and kissed you, and you felt yourself ascend.

you were on your knees before you knew it, as your professor unbuckled his belt. it was so much bigger than you could've hoped. you took him into your mouth, into your throat, until your nose was pushed into the bristles of his pubes. you could've sucked on it for hours - you would've, if he hadn’t tugged on your hair, pulling you off him.

"on the desk. clothes off." you complied eagerly. he spread your legs as you lay back on the surface, thumb drawing circles on your clit. "you're so swollen down here. you been touching yourself, thinking of me?"

he wasted no time, giving you exactly what you needed. you felt like he was splitting you in half. his thrusts were deep and fast, hammering your g-spot each time. you cried out in pleasure, overwhelm, and absolute ecstacy.

"look at you, sweetheart. so fucking dumb over your professor's dick. is this what you needed, hm? this what you've been dreaming about all semester?"

"y-yeah, yes sir, fuck!"

you came around his cock embarrassingly fast, your wetness flooding him, splashing onto his abdomen. he fucked you through your orgasm, tears leaking from your eyes at the overstimulation.

"in my mouth? please? taste your cum?" you babbled.

he laughed at you. "has my dick made you dumber? you gonna start failing all your classes now?"

"maybe - don't know, don't care - gimme cum, please-"

he shook his head in amusement. "so desperate." he did as you asked, though, pulling out and bringing his dick back to your mouth. you suckled on the tip like a lollipop, swiping your tongue around the head, across the tip, the frenulum. he tangled his hand in your hair, holding tight as he came on your tongue, grunting as he did so.

"thank you, professor," you panted.

he got you a bottle of water, helped you to sip it, handed you a towel to get yourself cleaned up.

"now," he said, zipping his trousers back up. "get yourself up to a c-grade, and i'll fuck you again. but until then, you're getting nothing more from me. okay?"

you nodded. "okay."

"you're not as dumb as you look, darling. put your horniness aside for five minutes and study. i'll see you in class tomorrow," he said, ushering you out of his office.

"thank you, professor lee," you mumbled, still so fucking cock-dumb.

"you're welcome. study hard, y/n."

you had no fucking idea how you'd ever focus on schoolwork ever again. but you'd find a way. the reality had been even better than your dreams, somehow, and you'd fucking die if you never got another taste.

#billy's asks ☆#sweet baby anon #lee minho #lee know #stray kids #minho smut #lee know smut

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hillbillyoracle · 2 years ago

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Androgynous/Masc Leaning Capsule Wardrobe Ideas

In honor of International Nonbinary People’s Day, I offer you the clothing advice I wish I had like 15 years ago. I prefer a small well curated wardrobe but it is so tough to pull that off as a nonbinary genderfluid person. I spent years struggling to make my capsule wardrobe work for me. Every example I saw was either with feminine clothes or with the world blandest men’s clothing.

For reference, I’m AFAB and live in Kentucky - very hot and muggy in summers, can get quite cold (-20 F) in winter but it’s usually mild with highs are in the 30F-40F range most days. This is the advice I’d give my younger self if I could.

Focus on 10-15 Core Items

While I am fluid, I consistently spend most of my time “inbetween” these days. Having a neutral to masc learning main wardrobe with some feminine items to mix in wound up working best for me. So here’s the masc leaning base wardrobe I recommend.

~3 x Button Ups - I went with short sleeve Hawaiian shirts for myself because I love bold patterns. You can find a lot of Hawaiian shirt these days that don’t have stereotypical “island” patterns on them while still being pretty light and breathable in summer. If your style leans more classic, consider oxford cloth button ups. You might need more button ups if you work in a business casual setting.

~3 x Tees - I like graphic tees, specifically hand screen printed ones so that’s what I go with. But if your style is more classic then consider investing in some good quality solid color tees.

~3 x Casual Tops - for me this is a tank top, turtleneck, and a Henley. But you might consider a collarless button ups, plain long sleeve shirts, and ringer style long sleeve shirts.

~3 Pants - for me, I have black and stone washed denim since those are my favorites. I look for tapered fits over skinny or boot leg where I can. I have one pair that’s a jogger style I quite like. You might look for chinos or khakis if you have a more formal dress code at work but they’ll still work with graphic tees and other tops if you style them right.

~3 x Layers - for me this is a cardigan, a flannel, and a hoodie. You might consider v neck or crew neck sweaters, cable knit sweaters, and fair isle sweaters as well.

Feminine Clothing Module

What’s nice about this approach is that you can then create a feminine clothing module that plays nicely with your main wardrobe.

For me this looks like

1-2 Dresses - I have a maxi tee dress and a long sleeved linen dress since that works more for everyday wear for me.

1-2 Skirts - I don’t have any presently but the next big feminine swing I have I’ll be ordering a nice linen skirt in my favorite color.

1-2 Casual Tops - I don’t have any presently after my last big wardrobe edit but business casual shell tops, camisoles, and cowl neck tops work well here.

1-2 Layers - I have a linen blazer in a women’s cut and a long striped duster. You might consider a kimono style shrug/wraps, sweaters in a more feminine cut, and women’s cardigans

You don’t need a lot here because so much of the main wardrobe can be mixed with a feminine element or two and it becomes much more feminine - especially if you’re AFAB but even if you’re AMAB. It doesn’t take a lot a feminine clothing to make an over all outfit look more feminine and subtle touches work just as well as more overt styles ime.

Sizing

Sizing is tricky as hell. I’m plus size (size 18-20 in women’s pants) and especially trying to find masculine stuff with the right fit is a pain. I really recommend going in to try things on if you’re able but if not get comfortable with the idea you will likely need to send things back. Yes you can take measurements but those measurements are still listed with different proportions in mind.

For men’s clothes I lean toward a slightly oversized fit - as most men I’m around do. For women’s clothes, I lean toward a slightly tight fit - as most women I’m around do. Look at the people around you and see which fits they lean toward and opt for that where you’re able to for yourself.

Shoes, Outwear, Special Occasions

Shoes - I tend to opt to go neutral in my shoes and outerwear. Not in color or pattern mind you but gender. For shoes, I currently have 3 pairs - a pair of crocs (with spikes), running shoes/sneakers (old Champion brand slip ons), and a pair of Doc Martens. These are good options if you’re AMAB too because the sizing is unisex or available in similar styles for men and women. Other good options are Vans, Chucks, any hippie sandal brand you can think of. “Nicer” shoes are great but often pretty gendered. I lean toward getting “nicer shoes” that are opposite my assigned gender when I do grab them.

Outerwear - I also tend to opt for gender neutral options for outerwear too. Since it doesn’t get terribly cold here, I stick to a micropuff jacket from North Face and layer a black denim jacket over it when it gets cold. When I wear it with masc stuff, blends in. When I wear it with feminine stuff, it adds a slight edge I like. Pea coats are decent options as well. If you live some place real cold, a lot of the long winter coats are basically the same between genders, just different fits.

Special Occasions - I would recommend not worrying about special occasions until or unless they come up. I have the same two “special occasion” dresses that I’ve been using for years because they come up so rarely and I can’t bare to spend too much money on something I’ll wear maybe once or twice a year. Formal wear is highly gendered and if you learn androgynous it’s a tough needle to thread. For those events with hosts you know, it’s worth reaching out to them to see what they think makes an outfit “formal” - could be nicer cuts or materials, could be rigid gender norms - can’t know until you ask.

For most special occasions, I do not know the host, so I default very structured looks in accordance with my assigned gender. Still feels a bit edgy but no ones gonna have the guts to say it’s wrong. For AMAB folks you might do the inverse, more flowy looks and colors while still adhering to your assigned gender. All depends on the level of familiarity you have with the hosts and the flack you’re willing to catch.

Outfits

Some masc leaning outfit ideas:

button up, hoodie, pants, boots

graphic tee, flannel or cardigan, pants, sneakers

turtleneck, pants, boat shoes

button up, tie, cardigan, pants, chelsea boots

Some fem leaning outfit ideas:

button up, cardigan, skirt, sneakers

shell top, wrap, pants, sandals

graphic tee, skirt, sneakers

dress, sandals

Conclusion

Hope this was helpful to someone out there!

#nonbinary #androgynous #nonbinary fashion #international nonbinary people's day #genderfluid #genderfluid fashion

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thecreelhouse · 1 year ago

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part time soulmate, full time problem

Paring: Gator Tillman x Alt Fem!Reader (she/her pronouns)

Summary: That whole, “no talking and avoiding your enemy” thing doesn’t really work when you’re both trapped in the same house with nowhere else to go.

You learn the hard way that’s not how things work, while the ice around Gator’s heart begins to chip off little by little.

CW/Tags: language, angst, hurt/comfort, bad teasing/flirting, past trauma, discussion of loss/death, alcohol/drinking games, discussion of sex lives

Word count: 6k+

Series Masterlist // Read on AO3

Day 3

The next morning, you’re woken up from the sun reflecting off the snow. Again.

Jesus, don’t these people believe in blackout curtains?

As you head downstairs, you notice you’re up before Gator; it’s quiet and dark. The calm before the storm that is his entire existence.

You take advantage of the calm, making coffee as you slowly become alert to the world around you, scrolling through notifications on your phone. It’s not until you have your first sip of coffee that you notice how covered the windows are in snow.

Not just covered, buried.

Oh, no.

Placing your coffee on the nearest surface you could find, you rush to the front door and throw it open, revealing the bright white wall of snow blocking the exit.

“Oh, fuck.”

Maybe it was just weirdly positioned against the door, the wind blew it up, or something. You shove your hand against the snow, hoping it’d break through to the outside. You’re only met with more snow and ice, now tumbling down your sleeve and into your shirt.

“Jesus christ what the—“ The cold rushes down against your skin, tickling at your chest and torso as you try shaking it out of your sleep shirt. You can’t help your reaction, shouting whatever comes to mind: “I fucking HATE winter! Fuck you North Dakota, fuck you Midwest, fuck you winter, oh my god this shit is COLD.”

Your shirt is soaked with ice cold now-melted snow, sticking to your skin, clinging to keep you freezing and miserable. This. This is one of the other reasons you left the Midwest, and right now? You think you hate winter more than you hate Gator.

Without thinking much about it, you toss your shirt off, trying to get away from the soaked, icy fabric. Goosebumps rise on every inch of the surface of your skin, and good fucking god, your tits hurt from the contact. Right now, you wished you were one of those people who wore bras to sleep. It would’ve helped a lot right now.

“Well, this is one way to wake up, I guess.”

Trying not to turn around and expose yourself, you cross your arms over your chest and throw a glance over your shoulder at Gator. His normally slicked back hair has a strand that hangs casually over his face, the rest messily still pushed back, somehow. He rubs the sleep from his eyes, grinning like a fucking asshole.

“Close the fuckin’ door, you’re gon’ get sick.” Gator heads over your way, examining the giant hole you punched into the snow. “Is this why you’re—“

He gestures to your upper body, exposed, eyes lingering a second too long on your cleavage.

“S- stop staring, I need a blanket or some- something,” Your teeth are chattering uncontrollably, but you’re not too sure if it’s from the cold or from embarrassment.

“And your first thought was to throw your shirt off?” Gator teases as he shuts the door. You glare at him and gesture to his shirtless self.

“You’re not wearing a shirt either, why can’t I?” Pathetic deflection to avoid embarrassment. And it’s not fooling either of you.

He snorts, “By all means, princess, you wanna walk around half naked, I got no complaints.”

You can’t hide how flustered you feel, embarrassed by such a silly, stupid decision. Gator’s face softens a bit as he sees how upset you are.

“Go grab a sweatshirt from my room, or somethin’.” He suggests, walking towards the fireplace. “It’ll be warm in no time.”

Face scrunching in confusion, you say, “Wh— Gator, I have my own sweaters and stuff.”

“Guarantee yours aren’t the fluffy thick ones you had when we were younger. Prolly’ don’t need ‘em out east.” Gator begins lighting the fireplace, shrugging. “But you do you.��

“Hey, it gets cold in New York. It snows!”

“Sure, I bet.”

“It does!”

“Go put clothes on already, you’re gon’ get sick, freak.”

“Right. Yeah. Got it. Yeah.” You scurry upstairs, digging through your stuff, only realizing he was right. The stuff you owned now wasn’t as obnoxiously warm and layered.

Sure, it snowed in New York. It happened often, and the winters out there weren’t much of a walk in the park, either. There’s just something absolutely dismal about a Midwest winter, though. It’s a chill you feel in your bones that you wouldn’t experience elsewhere.

After throwing a shirt on to wear underneath, you hesitantly walk into Gator’s room, eyeing the closet with a handful of his clothes. Mostly work uniforms, heavy duty jackets, and some sweatshirts, like he said.

Grabbing the one that looks coziest, most worn and lived-in, you throw it on, nearly drowning in it. It’s dark green, and the design on the front is faded beyond return, you can’t make it out at all. But it’s so soft, and smells like him, and his stupid fucking sickeningly sweet vape. It’s oddly comforting.

Alright, enough. Not going there.

Returning downstairs, Gator turns from the fire to face you, and whatever cocky smirk he had waiting for you softens at the sight of you, now comfortable and not freezing to death and wrapped in one of his sweatshirts.

He looks like he wants to say something nice, something that matches the soft look he’s giving you. Then, whatever he was feeling is quickly replaced with his smart-ass attitude. “Hm, I think the look before was actually better.”

Your face falls, annoyed as you deadpan, “The only look you’ll be getting is my fist in your face if you don’t shut the fuck up.”

It doesn’t wipe his now teasing grin off his face, though. “I tried to warn ya’ last night we were gettin’ snowed in.”

You shuffle over to the fireplace and sit next to him. “You never said we were getting snowed in!”

“You really think I’d warn ya’ about snow if it wasn’t gonna be an actual problem out here?” He turns to face the flames as he pauses, then looks back at you. “You were only gone for a few years, suddenly you forgot how brutal winter is here?”

You frown, tucking the long sleeves into your lap; your hands are completely covered by his sleeves, but you don’t mind. Keeps you warm.

“I didn’t forget. I just… didn’t think ‘bout it as much while living out east. The winters suck there too, but they’re more manageable. Sometimes, at least. Fuckin’ nor’easters can throw everything off.”

Gator only responds with a short nod and a “Fair enough.”

Silence settles between the two of you, but it’s not painful. It’s not that uncomfortable. At least the firewood crackling fills the space where words would’ve been. At least it’s something.

———

The day rolls on slowly, while the two of you tolerate each other’s company, still mostly silent. You’d rather be alone while snowed in than be stuck with Gator, but since fate had other plans, the two of you tried your best to respect one another’s space.

At least, for the first few hours.

“Whatcha knittin’?”

You stop your motions and hold up the hook in your hand. “Crocheting.”

“What’s the difference?”

“Crocheting uses a hook, knitting uses those two long needles.”

Gator gives an “ahh, okay” before going back to watching your hands move along with ease.

“So… you gonna tell me what you’re makin’?”

“Yeah, a mask to fit over your big head so I don’t have to see you.”

Gator frowns, it’s almost cartoonish. “I don’t have a big head.”

You stop mid stitch and glance across the room at him, flopped over the couch dramatically, as if he’s melting off it into the floor. “I’m sorry, did you need something?”

“I’m booooooored.”

You run a hand over your face as you sigh. “Jesus Christ, you’re a child. Maybe learn a new hobby, or something?”

The lights flicker before he can retort, but they come back on after a few seconds.

“Does that normally happen during these storms?”

Gator’s staring up at the light on the ceiling, confused, but he answers “Uh, yeah. Yeah. They come back though, don’t worry. You afraid of the dark?”

“I’m not worried and no I’m not afraid of the dark, jerk.”

“It was an honest question!”

“When has anythin’ ever been honest with you, Gator?” It was meant to be part of the constant teasing, but something about it digs deep at him. He falls silent. “Oh, hey, wait, I’m s—“

“Nah, it’s okay.” He murmurs before hitting his vape. “You ain’t wrong.”

You don’t push it further and keep your mouth shut.

——

“You’re one of them girls, huh?”

Glancing in the mirror, face sudsy with face wash, you cock a brow at Gator leaning in the bathroom doorway. He’s got that fucking smirk you so badly want to deck off his face.

You keep massaging your face, building bubbles on your skin. “What does that mean?”

“One of them skincare bitches.” He says it with so much… confidence. As if it’s not the dumbest thing he’s said so far today.

“Ohhhh, okay. Makes sense, Gator. You would think basic hygiene is a high maintenance, ‘girl’ thing.” You quip back before rinsing your face. “Makes sense, coming from the man child who uses hand soap to wash his face. How’s that working out for ya’?”

Gator’s cocky smirk drops, replacing it with a glare. “It’s soap. What’s the fuckin’ difference?”

Towel against your face, your voice is muffled but still loud enough for him to hear, “Ask yourself that in five years when you’re aging faster than your daddy.”

With a scoff he pushes off the doorframe and leaves, stomping down the hall like a pouting child. He’s gone by the time you pull the towel down, and you continue your nightly routine.

——

The wind howls outside with no mercy. You’re having the hardest time keeping warm inside, but at least you’re not out there.

Every time it breaks the silence, you shiver while your brows knit together at the unpleasant sound.

“You good over there?”

You’re curled up on the floor by the fireplace again, and Gator’s back on the couch.

“That. That’s what I’m afraid of.”

“Huh?”

“Earlier you were teasing me and said something about being afraid of the dark, and I said I wasn’t. What does scare me is that fucking wind.”

Gator sits up, intrigued. “Seriously?”

“I never knew why it made me feel so much dread every winter, but moving away made me realize I like how much the city drowns it out. It’s so depressing. It just reminds me how hollow this place is and how alone it makes me feel.”

“Wow that’s… dark.” Gator’s not teasing this time, he means well with the few words he can come up with. “You really don’t feel at home here, huh?”

You shake your head, curling deeper into the comforter you dragged downstairs, wrapped up comically like a burrito near the fire.

“Once my sister died, I had nothing left keeping me here.”

Gator almost wants to respond with “What about me?” but he knows better after the conversation you two had last night.

“Y’know, she was so excited for that license. Saved up for that shitty old car with all her own cash.”

Gator remembers. “Didn’t she work at that ice cream place?”

“Yeah, every summer.” You snort, reminiscing, “She used to get pissed it was only a seasonal job, the only place that’d hire anyone her age. I always tried remindin’ her there’s absolutely no one out here in their right mind cravin’ ice cream in the dead of winter.”

Gator laughs at that, eyes fixated on your figure all bundled up, while you’re fixated on the fire in front of you. He wished you’d turn around, or that maybe it’d be okay for him to move closer, but he didn’t want to overstep boundaries.

“Willow… um,” Your voice catches on her name, and Gator doesn’t miss the way it pauses your thought. “She loved whenever you’d come over, y’know. She said you were the only person to actually challenge her at Mario Kart. Lil’ shit.”

Gator’s voice cracks a bit as he speaks up finally, “To be fair… you were terrible at Mario Kart.”

You finally spin around, feigning offense while clutching your chest. “I was not!”

Gator uses the moment to come over to you, and you don’t protest.

“Oh you were. Lo’ had no problem tellin’ me how bad you were.”

Hearing your baby sister’s nickname makes your throat grow tight. “Haven’t heard anyone call her that since she uh, she passed.”

“Fuck, I’m sorry.” Gator’s worried he overstepped a boundary already.

You shake your head, eyes closed, hoping it’d contain your tears, but they finally break. “Don’t be. It felt like everyone but me forgot ‘bout her. It’s nice to hear someone else remember her.”

“Didn’t she want to move in with you?”

You exhale a laugh, wiping your eyes. “Yeah. I was gonna try to get custody of her. Get her outta there.”

‘There’ being your actual home.

Gator knew how bad it was. You only trusted him with the truth about what went on within that house.

“I wanted to protect that baby so, so bad. I tried. Figured if she started drivin’, she’d have more of an escape, even if for a few hours. Have a way to come over whenever she needed to get out of the house. I always tried picking her up myself, but it was hard workin’ all the time, y’know? She had a key, she’d make herself cozy there. Lo’ told me it really felt like home. That shitty, shoebox apartment was more of a home than the one we came from. Ain’t that sad?”

“Nah, no way. You gave her a better life where ya’ could, and it was more than your parents ever did for her.” Gator’s so sure of that. He’s so, so certain you were more of a guardian to Willow than your own parents.

“That lil’ smarty pants was applying for all kinds of scholarships on the east coast. She wanted out of here, prolly’ more than I did. I promised her we’d go together, she wouldn’t have to be alone. We’d have our own place in the big city. Prolly’ another goddamn shoebox apartment. But we woulda’ made it home.” Your voice grows small as you retreat into your own feelings. “And she never made it out. I wish I did more for her. I wish I got Willow out before anything could take her from the world.”

Gator’s shuffling his thoughts around, trying to find the right words to comfort you, trying not to fuck this up like he did when your sister died. You notice conflict written all over his face, and reach out for his arm, touch soft and light.

He freezes, like a deer in the headlights, worried he already fucked this up and just upset you more.

“You- you don’t gotta say anythin’, Gator. M’sorry I just kinda… dropped all that on ya’. Just being heard is enough.” You feel him relax under you, and lock eyes. “Thank you.”

As you pull your hand back, he watches, missing the warmth of your touch already. He doesn’t chase it, though. He refuses to hurt you any more than he already has.

“Don’t gotta thank me,” He stops. He so badly wants to say ‘that’s what friends do, they’re there for each other.’ But he can’t. He knows that’s not right. You’re not friends. He thinks maybe it’s better to tell you that he’s ‘always here for ya’’, but that’s far from the truth. He abandoned you years ago.

“You can talk about Willow whenever you want,” Gator says, hoping it’s better than nothing. You give a friendly, thankful smile to him. It’s fleeting, but he’ll take it.

You’re the one at a loss for words now, so you simply say, “Listen… rainbow road is fucking hard.”

Gator laughs, and it’s sincere. It almost warms you more than the fire, blanket, and sweatshirt combined.

“I can teach ya’ sometime. I’m no pro like Lo’ was, though.”

You turn to him, resting your head on your knees as you pull them close to your body. “Might take you up on that sometime anyway, Gator.”

Whatever kind of afterlife exists, whatever kind Willow ended up in, you know she’s laughing her ass off at how foolish the two of you have been, and continue to be. She knows more than the two of you about this entire situation.

Willow always knew more about the two of you better than anyone else, even yourselves.

———-

It’s past midnight when the power flickers again, but this time, it doesn’t come back.

“Um, Gator? Is it normal for it to go this long?” It’s been 5 minutes, and the house is already getting cold. Thank fuck for this fire.

“Well… no.” Gator sighs, looking over at you, still sinking into all those layers while you’re by the fireplace. He moved back to a chair at some point, while the two of you lazed around in a comfortable silence, for once.

Gator gets up to check out the one window with an inch of uncovered glass, but it’s snowing so hard and so fast, it’s useless. “It’s a fuckin’ blizzard out there. Wouldn’t be surprised if all the power lines froze up.”

“Fuck, are we gonna be okay? Can we fix it?” You sit up, blankets falling off your shoulders. Immediately your teeth chatter. “Is it- fuck, won’t the pipes freeze and burst and stuff?”

“Why're you panicking? We’re safer in here than out there, and I’ll handle that stuff, don’t worry.” Gator smirks, “Haven’t you been in a snowstorm that knocks the power out? You lived here.”

“Well, yeah, but— in the city it’s—“ You grab the blankets again and try burrowing, but your hands are already stiff from how cold you are; the blankets fall from your grip. “- There’s always somewhere to go. I’m fucking freezing. Maybe I am getting sick. Oh my god, why did I have to punch the snow?”

Gator bites back a laugh. “If you’re gettin’ sick, might as well sweat it out.”

You look at him incredulously, “Gator, I’m far from sweating right now.”

“Yeah, until you drink me under the table,” He winks, and while it’s kind of cringy, you do your best to ignore the flutter in your stomach. “Y’know, like old times.”

———

At first, Gator offered beer, which, yuck, you told him you’d rather freeze to death than drink the liquid dirt he calls ‘beer’.

“You’re one of those fruity drink bi—“

“Call me a bitch again and you’ll be decked into next week.”

“Yeah, alright.”

“What? I’m strong!”

Gator looks down at you, smirking. “S’always the short girls that wanna fight, huh?”

“I’m not short, you’re just… Averagely tall. And you’re a few inches taller with your boots on. So that doesn’t count.”

Ignoring you, he pulls a bottle of whiskey out, and you make a ‘blech’ face. “Do you like anything?”

You eye up the other bottles in the cabinet and land on tequila. “Gimme.”

“Tequila? Fuckin’ nasty.” He grimaces, handing you the bottle. “You’ll drink tequila but won’t touch beer?”

With a shrug, you admit, “I like the burn of it.”

Ignoring the way your comment stirs something within him, Gator starts pulling out shot glasses, but you push his hand back into the cabinet.

“Nope, we ain’t usin’ those.” You tease, heading back to the fireplace. “You wanna play drinkin’ games or not?”

——

Snow continues piling up outside, and the wind wails and whistles around the house. Sometimes a draft blows in from god knows where; the perks of being in an old farmhouse. You’re not sure who started the game of ‘Never Have I Ever’, but you’re enjoying how easily flustered Gator gets over some questions.

Every time you have done something mentioned, you take a shot. Or… well. In this case, y’all were just winging it without the shot glasses.

“Never have I everrrrr….”

Oh yeah, Gator’s already buzzed; grip tight on a bottle of whiskey while his face begins to flush red like the other night.

“… smoked the devil’s lettuce.”

You choke on spit, laughing. “You would fuckin’ call weed that. Oh my god. Gator, no one uses that seriously.”

“Like you’d know,” He murmurs, but you take a huge swig from the handle of tequila, wiping your mouth with a satisfied smile. Gator stares at you in disbelief, unsure if it’s from the hardy shot you took— if you could even call it that— or admitting that you’ve done drugs before so casually.

“Like you’d know, daddy’s boy.”

“Hey—“

“If you can call me a freak I can call you whatever I want.”

“Can’t be tellin’ me that shit.”

“What? You gonna lock me up?” You giggle, feeling the heat of the alcohol blooming across your cheeks and to the tips of your ears. “It’s legal in New York.”

“Does it look like we’re in New York right now?” He deadpans, taking this a little too seriously.

“Don’t you have a vape to hit or some shit? Keep your mouth occupied for a second or two, Gator. Some silence would do ya’ some good.”

The rosiness across his face only blooms deeper at your comment, but you play it off, moving on.

“Never have I ever… fucked someone in public.”

Gator’s breath hitches, and he patiently waits to watch you take another swig, but you don’t.

“… Does a car count?”

“Of course you fucked someone in your cruiser.” You tease with an eye roll. “If you want it to count I think it counts.”

Gator throws back the bottle and takes a mouthful more than he meant to, nearly choking on the alcohol while he still thinks about your question.

“You—“ He holds his chest, grimacing for a moment as the liquid settles, then points over to you, bottle still in his grip. “- Ya’ never fucked in a car before? Find that hard to believe, freak.”

You’re a little tipsy, enough that you can’t form a clever quip back, so you shake your head with a giggle. “Nope,” You accentuate the ‘p’ at the end with a pop from your lips. “Sold my car before I moved, y’don’t need one in the city. Plus, parking sucks.”

He can’t hold back from asking, “Not even here?”

“Nah, I was a virgin ‘till I moved, ‘member?”

Gator looks at you with shock. “Why would I know that?”

Shrugging, your answer is nonchalant, “You knew everything about me. I just assumed.”

Knew was the keyword here. He never got to figure out who you really were and who you wanted to be before you moved, because he pushed away before you left town.

Again, Gator can’t help himself; must be the liquid confidence asking, “So… what have you done?”

“None of ya’ business, daddy’s boy.” Your lips are on the bottle again, red and pouty from drinking out of the bottle so much; Gator’s spiraling, watching and imagining how your lips would look around his cock.

He knows he’s fucked. Gator definitely didn’t plan for any of this. At best, he hoped the two of you would keep your distance from each other.

“Oh, c’mon, I can tell ya’ what I’ve done.” He can’t stop the words from tumbling out before thinking about them. He’s pretty drunk by now, and he gets embarrassingly chatty when he’s drunk enough.

“Fine, tell me.” You’re intrigued, smirking as you lean on your hand, propping you up from the floor. The blankets and his sweatshirt long gone, because between the fireplace and the alcohol, you’re finally warming up.

Gator shoves his hand out to you, pinky standing tall, and it startles you at first. Then, you understand what he’s doing, so you link your pinky around his.

“Promise you won’t say anything?” Gator’s voice is low, bordering between whispering, as if anyone else is here, but also sounding like he’s turned on already.

Already? Jesus, don’t expect something so fucking ridiculous.

With a quick squeeze, you nod, eyes glittering with curiosity. “Yes, yes, just tell me already!”

Gator drinks before responding, leaning into the warmth and false security the whiskey brings. “There’s uh,” he coughs, it’s forced. “There’s a reason I don’t go to church anymore.”

Confused, your head tilts a bit, brows furrowed until it clicks after a few seconds. “Oh.”

Gator laughs nervously, “Yeah… wasn’t my brightest idea.”

“Are ya’ gonna give details or just leave me hangin’ in the dark?”

“I… uh… confessional booth.” Gator looks away, embarrassed and silently praying he’s not struck down by lightning on the spot.

You, though, your eyes are wide, the wheels are zooming in your head with thoughts, and you hope to god Gator can’t see the way you shift your leg underneath you, placing pressure on your core.

Now you’re the one who can’t hold their tongue; “Are you kidding? That’s kinda hot.”

“Of course you’d think so, freak.” Gator’s trying his hardest to pretend he’s not flustered by your curiosity or reaction. “That’s prolly’ the most wild thing I’ve done, though.”

“Other than the car sex?”

“It was dark and parked away from the road. It wasn’t really that risky.”

“So the rest is pretty vanilla?”

“It’s what?” Gator’s so lost on that, and he frowns, puzzled.

You laugh, not making fun of him, just out of surprise this ‘tough guy’ doesn’t even know what that means. “Sorry, it’s just kinda cute how clueless you are on that.”

You can’t believe the words leaving your mouth. You internally curse and scold yourself to shut up.

Gator perks up a bit. “You think’m cute?”

“Alright, keep it in your pants.” You don’t directly answer him, hoping to move on. Gator clings onto this though, and his death grip refuses to let this go.

“No, go back, say what you said before.” He’s got this nearly smug smirk, but it’s kind of dopey with how drunk he is. He twirls his finger in a rewind motion. “Say it.”

“Oh, that you’re vanilla?”

His face falls flat. Of course you’re gonna be difficult. “No, the other thing.”

“Keep it in your pants?”

“No- the- jesus fucking christ—“ Words are hard to string together when his feelings, alcohol, and dick are controlling his thoughts. So all he can come up with is, “I’m cute.”

Giggling, you shrug, “Self love is important, Gator. I’m proud of you.”

“No, you said that!”

“I thought you wanted to know what I’ve done, too?”

Gator rubs his hands over his face, sighing loudly. He can’t win with you, and he should’ve known you wouldn’t play easy.

“Fine, yeah, tell me,” He did want to know, but he’s still pathetically hung up on you calling him cute.

“What I’ve done, or what I’m into?” You ask, but you don’t need the clarification. You’re just really enjoying how easy it is to rile Gator up.

But Gator blurts out, “Both. Tell me both.”

“You didn’t tell me both.”

Gator’s ready to pull his hair out. You’re so infuriating sometimes. All the time. It’s always something that has burrowed under his skin.

And Gator liked it.

“Why’re you like this?” He groans, glaring at you.

“Like what?” You’re too intoxicated to keep a straight face. “I just asked a question.”

“Quit bein’ a smartass. You know what you’re doin’.”

“I know nothin’ of what you speak of.” You tease with a yawn, stretching upward with a little, soft whine that Gator is about to lose his mind over. The quick peek of your hips as your shirt rises up isn’t helping, either. “I forgot how tired tequila makes me. Maybe I should try to sleep.”

Gator knows you’re taking the teasing as far as he’ll let you; it’s time to get under your skin. “And where are you sleeping so you won’t freeze to death?”

“Here, g’night!” You lay on the floor rug, bundling back under the blankets, but Gator yanks them off. “Asshole! I’m cold!”

“Are you? I had no idea.” Gator’s got trouble written all over his face. “You’re not sleeping right here where you’ll accidentally roll over in your sleep into the fire.”

“I wouldn’t—“

“I know you, you would.”

“Maybe I’ve changed, maybe I’m a brand new woman who doesn’t move in their sleep! You don’t know me now.”

He snorts, “I heard you fall off the bed last night.”

“You heard nothing of the sort.”

Gator throws the blankets onto the couch before giving a one word order, “Up.”

“Excuse me?”

If you can tease him to have a good time, why can’t he do the same in return?

“I have a sleeping bag we can use.” Gator’s casual about the ‘we’ part as he digs through a closet near the front door.

“We? Like us? A sleeping bag? Not plural?”

When he comes back one of his brows quirk up, as if your questioning is just silly. “Yes? Sharing body heat is a thing, freak. Don’t get excited thinking this means anything.” He starts unrolling the oversized bag, glancing over at you with a smug smirk.

It’s your turn to get flustered. “I- why would I?”

“You tell me, you’re the one that’s been asking all the personal questions tonight.” Gator climbs into the sleeping bag, holding it wide open for you. “Well? Ya’ gettin’ in or not?”

Narrowing your eyes, you make your way to Gator, “Fine, but no funny business, ya’ hear?”

Gator smirks, “Who, me? No way.” He zips the bag closed once you’re settled; the sleeping bag is roomy for two, but it’s still too close to Gator. “See? How much warmer is that?”

Okay, fine, you gotta admit… Gator’s right. For once. You had no clue how cold you became again until you tucked yourself into Gator’s chest.

Your teeth are chattering, fingers getting hard to move, and goosebumps rise on every surface of your body. That last one, though, you’re not sure if it’s from the cold or Gator.

Without warning, Gator grabs your hands, holding them up to his mouth as he tries breathing on them for some warmth.

“Jesus, your hands really do get cold. You feel like a corpse.” Gator murmurs, glancing at you every so often in between breaths. “This helpin’?”

A faint “Mhm…” leaves you while you watch his movements.

“Can I ask ya’ somethin’?” Between the heat on your hands and how calm this moment is, you feel like you could easily drift off to sleep. You fight it, though.

“Go ‘head, what’s up?”

Gator pauses. “… Why did you come home?”

You don’t have an answer, so you stay quiet.

“Sorry if that was pushin’ anything,” Gator quickly adds, but you shake your head.

“No… I just… don’t have an answer, honestly. I haven’t seen my family in years, and had no plan to ever come back, if we’re bein’ honest. I think I felt guilty. Like if something happened to my parents, and I never got to see them beforehand, I wouldn’t be able to forgive myself.”

Gator knows what that’s like; he knows that guilt ridden loyalty to family all too well.

“They don’t deserve to know who you’ve become. They don’t deserve to know the real you.” Gator’s voice is soft and small, unsure if a comment like that would cross a line or not.

“Yeah… but maybe there’s someone else out here who does.” You admit, thanks to the tequila still in your system. “Wouldn’t know unless I tried.”

Gator wants to cry, and the first thought to stop himself is his father’s voice, stepping in with the ‘real men don’t cry’ speech. He shakes that to the back of his mind.

“Don’t think there’s really anyone in the Midwest that deserves to know the real you.”

The two of you hold each other’s gaze tight; both of you look sleepy, drunk, and on the verge of tearing up.

Gator can’t handle whatever’s about to happen next; unsure of what if anything would happen, so he copes by switching subjects roughly.

He clears his throat, trying to move past his feelings. “Y’know, I heard the warmest part of the body’s between the legs.” His voice is low, hands leaving yours. The loss of extra warmth almost earns a frown from you, but you’re more focused on his words, and how he even changed the conversation so fast.

“Gator, what are you insinuating here?”

It’s obvious he’s not actually clueless, nor is he actually good at acting like it. He feigns offense; “What? What are you insinuating?”

“Me?” You’re mad you’re so close to him right now. You’re mad he’s right about sharing body heat to stay warm. You’re mad he’s taken control of the mind games.

You’re mad. Might as well do something about it. But Gator beats you to it.

“You’re the one who was asking about my sex life.” You’re mad at how blunt he is. “And you pinky promised but didn’t hold your end of the deal.”

You’re mad he won’t let that go. Maybe you should do something about it.

“Well… maybe I changed my mind. And you should respect that.”

“Says the girl who had no problem askin’ me invasive questions and pushed for details.” Gator points a finger at you, poking your chest. “Sounds like someone else needs to learn about respect, huh?”

You grab his hand, pushing it away from your chest,” Keep your grimy hands to yourself, Gator.”

He just smirks; all you want for Christmas is to deck that fucking arrogant, vexatious smirk off his face.

“Didn’t say that when I was keepin’ ya’ warm, darlin’.”

He grabs your hand, pinning it behind your back with ease. You pull your free arm out, to what, you’re unsure, but before you can even think about wanting to slap or shove him, he’s got that hand pinned behind you, too. With one strong hand, he effortlessly grips both of your wrists behind your back, immobilizing you.

You’re not mad, you’re furious.

“Did you just wait until we got in the bag to be extra insufferable?”

“Only for you,” Gator’s smirk only grows as he feels you struggle against his grip.

“Let. Go.”

“I’m pretty comfortable, actually.” His arm is resting around your hip, relaxed, while he keeps his grip on your wrists. “You’re not? Thought freaks like you like being restrained like this.”

Your face flushes with a burning wave of heat; you’re praying he can’t see how flustered your expression is in the dark. “I- fuck you, Tillman.”

“Oh, we’re back on a last name basis? Ya’ flirtin’ with me?”

You’re far from mad, you’re enraged; enraged he’s hitting all the right buttons, enraged that he still knows enough about you to get under your skin, enraged this is a fair fight now.

Before you can come up with a response, the lights flicker back on; power’s back, and you sigh, relieved. Gator, distracted with the power coming back, loosens his grip on your hands. Taking advantage of this, you shimmy up the bag as you grab his arms, pinning them to his sides and flipping him onto his back. You keep his arms immobile with your legs, pressing inward.

For all the times you got made fun of for having thick “thunder thighs”, you were sure grateful for them now.

Gator doesn’t look just caught off guard, he looks bewildered, and it’s only growing into anger. He tries wriggling from your grip, but you successfully keep him pinned in place. With the lights on, you can see how wound up he is now, too.

“You pull some shit like that again and your teeth will be knocked down your throat. Got it?” You’re hovered over Gator, face to face, noses almost touching. You’re close enough to see and hear Gator gulp, nervous. “Keep yourself warm, daddy’s boy.”

Gator clenches his jaw, but doesn’t reach for you when you get up, and doesn’t follow you when you head upstairs. You’re grateful he doesn’t, because you’re still tipsy, and trying to make sense of whatever the hell just happened there.

You’re also trying to make even further sense why all of … that… has you so riled up. Under the blankets, back in your bed, your hands wander between your thighs.

It’s not because you’re cold.

#gator tillman x fem!reader #gator tillman x reader #gator tillman x y/n #gator tillman smut #my fics #im so sorry for the tight spacing i forgot how awful tumblr’s text limit is 😭#fic: part time soulmate full time problem

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thelampisaflashlight · 1 year ago

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Thinking about Dewdrop and Rain tonight, but in a very specific kind of way. Let's go.

-Dew is a chunky skater shoes type of person, whereas Rain is a converse hightops in all kinds of weather type of person.

I don't wholly know how to elaborate on this other than to say that they both would fall into the category of "punk", but on different ends of the spectrum, albeit not too far apart.

Rain gives off more of the classic shy boy with flippy hair who wears t-shirts over long sleeved shirts, but Dew is the "I'm going to wear a shirt that is three sizes too big with tripp pants." sort, ya know?

Skater boy meet sweater paws emo boy kind of energy.

...but transfer that into grow adults without the haze of teenage angst and drama anddd... they'd still dress like that if they could, and sometimes still do.

-For no reason whatsoever, I think Dew could name almost every Sanrio character correctly, but somehow forgets what Hello Kitty's name is.

He called her "Goodbye Doggy" once, but that was on purpose to baffle the others.

On the topic of Sanrio characters, Rain forgot the names of the Star Twins one time and Dew got offended like, "YOU DON'T KNOW KIKI AND LALA???" sources say he did this purely to pick a fight.

-Dew is either the "I carry everything I own in my pockets." type of person or the person who carries a backpack everywhere, because you never know when you're going to need -insert anything really- in your day to day life.

Rain is a "I will bring a bag if it matches my outfit." person or "Someone else will carry my things for me." person.

Dew carries it... and like forty other bits and bobs including, but not limited to, any other bullshit the other ghouls have left behind.

And lastly;

-Dew has kits, but nobody really knows he does, because he doesn't really bring them around the other ghouls a lot, not because he doesn't trust them/think they'd be good influences on them, but because his kits would probably be bored out of their minds in a room full of adults.

He's very good at keeping them out of the public eye, and wants them to live normal lives.

He's a good dad, despite others assuming he can't take care of himself at times, let alone a couple of tiny ghouls.

Rain doesn't have kits, but he does have a betta fish named Frank.

Frank is a dick.

Rain loves him.

#lamp rambles #shitghosting #nameless ghouls #dewdrop ghoul #rain ghoul #ghost band #the band ghost #ghost bc #ghost band headcanons #nameless ghoul headcanons

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dancingontheblades · 5 months ago

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The Tale That Never Ends Chapter 3

The visa drama

Summary:

While Yuuri keeps practising in Japan, Viktor is pulling out all the stops to have his Yuuri by his side again. But the bureaucracy of his home country proves to be a greater challenge than becoming the five-time world champion.

Excerpt

Viktor’s home in the heart of Petrogradsky Island was as spacious as it was luxurious, and so was his wardrobe. In those nine months which he had been away, he had grown used to selecting from a smaller variety of clothes. But even then, he still frequently struggled to pick the pieces he really wanted to wear and either ended up feeling uncomfortable in something he hated or wearing his favourite clothes for days.

“I don’t remember owning so many clothes,” he muttered to himself as he stared at the orderly stacked T-shirts, long sleeves, sweaters, jeans, and chinos as well as the shirts, suits, and coats on hangers. Not to mention the two drawers of all sorts of shoes, starting at sandals and sneakers and ending at fine leather shoes and snow boots. “But apparently, I do.”

When he had moved to Japan, he had taken only his favourite clothes with him—and these had still forced him to declare extra cargo. His gaze wandered over Gucci suits, Hugo Boss shirts, and Armani shoes. He had not missed the things he had left behind.

“What do you think, Makkachin?” he asked his dog. “Shall I give a some of my clothes away or shall I buy a second wardrobe for Yuuri?”

On his bed, Makkachin opened a weary eye as if he wanted to say “what do I care for what kind of fake fur you wear as long as you smell like you?”

“You’re not helping,” Viktor said. “In one week, Yuuri will be here and he needs space for his clothes.” He stroked his chin. “Unless…”

He hurried to the rack with his suits and pulled out one he had received as a gift when he had endorsed Armani. “Makkachin! Do you think Yuuri would like this? It might be a bit too big, but even a mediocre tailor could fix this.”

Makkachin whined.

“No? Makkachin, you disappoint me. I think Yuuri would look hot in it. I…” He checked his phone. “Well, why don’t we just ask him? It’s almost time to call him anyway.” He opened Skype, swiped to Yuuri’s avatar and pressed call. “Let’s hope he’s awake.”

It took forty-seven seconds until Yuuri answered the call. “Viktor!” he panted. “You’re early.” His messy hair was in total chaos as if he had slept on it. Viktor found him exceptionally cute.

“Hi, Yuuri!” he said and waved at the camera. “I have a question and so I thought ‘why not call earlier?’”

“I was fighting with the printer and hit my head.”

“I’m sorry to hear that. Does it hurt?”

“Not really.”

“Excellent. I was searching my wardrobe for clothes that I could donate and found a few that would look cute on you.”

“Viktor!” Yuuri protested.

Viktor held up the hanger with the Armani suit. “It’s a timeless piece and the seams are all French in case you are sensitive about such things. It’s lovely, isn’t it?”

“That’s a designer suit!” Yuuri breathed.

“Yes. Do you like it?”

“Yes. But no! I don’t want it!”

Most people that Viktor knew would rejoice at the opportunity to get an Armani suit for free. As this was Yuuri-the-pillow-thief, who had insisted that Viktor wore his coat during the Grand Prix Final short programme so that his scent would be all over it and who had scented his own bed with their lovemaking, Viktor had not expected him to turn such an offer down. “Why?” he asked. “Most of these clothes are basically new. I wore them once or twice at most.”

“I’m not the type for this kind of clothes.” There was a pale blur as Yuuri waved his hands. “It’s not that I don’t appreciate the gesture. I just don’t want to wear such expensive clothes. I’m not a charity cause!”

*~*~*~*

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Cover illustration done by the talented @cosmiclion

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Kids | Rodrick Heffley

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Rodrick Heffley becomes obsessed when he finally meets his thirty-five year old band mate, Bill Walter’s, younger sister.

Warnings: Mature themes/language. Drug use. Sexual content. Violence.

“The Perks of Being A Disappointment”

“Meet the Fuckers”

Rodrick was so nervous for his parents to meet Sara as his girlfriend for the first time, he had to change his shirt a second time because he sweat through it. Greg certainly wasn’t making the whole situation any easier on him, so he had to cope on his own.

“Mom! Have you seen my tie?!”

Greg looked out into the hallway at his older brother in confusion.

“Why do you need your tie?” Susan questioned. “You do know, you’re not the one meeting us, right?”

“Mom, will you just tell me where my tie is?” Rodrick whined, running around frantically.

“I don’t know, honey, I have to finish up dinner.”

Sara arrived at the Heffley house for dinner about a half hour later. Too nervous to allow her to speak to either of his parents right off the bat, Rodrick ran towards the front door once she texted him saying she’d arrived.

“Thank God you’re here early,” he sighed.

“What the fuck are you wearing?” Sara demanded, stepping over the threshold.

“I was thinking the same thing,” Greg remarked as he came down the stairs.

She had showed up to the house wearing jeans and a black, long sleeved sweater that was both simple and conservative. Rodrick noticed she had even gone through the trouble of removing all of her makeup, still managing to draw attention even with just her thin, fluffy brows, long lashes, and septum piercing.

“What, you don’t like it?” Rodrick’s eyes widened in a panic.

“No, baby, I love it.”

Realizing just how worried he’d been this entire time, Sara took his face in her hands, lightly kissing his lips.

“Wait, so you two really are dating?” Greg stated.

“Yeah,” Sara nodded, waiting for it to sink in.

“Is he paying you, or something?”

“Fuck off! I’m trying to have a conversation with my girlfriend,” Rodrick growled.

“Rodrick! Language!” Susan Heffley appeared from around the corner, taking a moment to realize Sara had arrived. “Sara. Hi,” she said in embarrassment, looking flustered.

“Hi, Mrs. Heffley,” Sara greeted her amiably.

“Dinner will be ready soon… You kids just stick around,” the woman smiled awkwardly.

“Did you need any help in the kitchen?” Sara asked politely. “I can help you with whatever you need,” she said hopefully, trying to form a bond with her boyfriend’s mother.

“Um… That’s very sweet of you, honey, but I think I’m okay,” Susan smiled.

“Sure, no problem,” Sara responded, awkwardly smoothing back her shoulder-length blonde hair.

“Food will be ready in a minute. Rodrick, set the table.”

Rodrick turned back to his girlfriend, letting her follow along as he grabbed utensils for the table. Eventually, the rest of the Heffley family gathered around the table as Susan set the food on the table. Sara sat beside Rodrick, feeling him reach for her hand, feeling nervous as he watched his family settle in, hoping they wouldn’t completely embarrass him.

“Mmm. The mashed potatoes are really good, Mrs. Heffley,” Sara commended.

“Thank you,” she smiled as she ate.

Eventually, the conversation between Sara and Rodrick and the adults came to another natural lull.

“Say, how’s your Mom doing, Sara?” Frank spoke up, anxious about the silence. “I heard she left her job at the bank a while back. How long was she there, like, thirty years?” he asked, impressed.

“Yeah, like thirty, thirty-one years,” Sara nodded, “Randy wanted her to work from home,” she cleared her throat, not expecting the topic to affect her.

“Randy… That’s your stepfather?” he recalled.

“Yeah,” Sara tried to force a smile to hide her bitterness.

“What?” Frank asked curiously, not meaning anything by it. “He’s not a nice guy?”

“Dad…” Rodrick warned.

“Rodrick, he’s only asking a question,” Susan sighed, “Isn’t that what you wanted?”

Rodrick scowled, about to mouth off before Sara wrapped a hand gently around his bicep, trying to pacify him.

“It’s fine, uh, Randy’s… He’s my brother’s dad,” Sara tried to find a way to be positive.

“You know, being a step-parent isn’t easy,” Susan pointed out, unnecessarily contrarian. “I’ve covered that in my column.”

“What do you know about step-parenting?” Greg interjected, before earning a pointed glare from his father.

“My friend’s husband is good friends with Randy Sharpe. He’s a very pleasant man,” Susan offered.

“Have you even met him?!” Rodrick asked impatiently.

“Rodrick. It’s fine,” Sara brushed it off, already uncomfortable and overstimulated.

“You should appreciate him,” Susan offered, “I’m sure he makes a lot of sacrifices for your family.”

In spite of what she felt on the inside, Sara just nodded, her face twisted with discomfort.

“Appreciate that asshole? Really?” Rodrick felt offended at the idea. “The same douchebag that made her mom give up a good job just so she could do his dishes?!”

“Rodrick, I said it’s fine,” Sara gritted her teeth.

He just looked at her, a mixture of rage and anguish on his face as he realized a scene wasn’t what she wanted. Every bone in his body told him that retaliating was the right way to stand up for her, but he went against his better instincts in an attempt to respect her wishes.

“This is going well, huh, guys?” Greg remarked with a smile on his face, amusing no one.

“Mommy! Juice!” Manny interrupted, as Susan immediately turned to tend to him.

“So, Sara, do you have any plans for after high school?” Frank redirected the table conversation.

“Uh, not exactly,” Sara thought, “I just kinda need to keep working… I thought I’d stay at the restaurant until I can find a good apprenticeship.”

“Apprenticeship?” Frank looked at her with curiosity. “What kind of an apprenticeship?”

“At a tattoo shop,” she told him. “I’ve been working on a portfolio.”

“You’re… planning on doing tattoos for a living?” he asked her, having to adjust to the idea.

“Yeah,” she nodded with a smile.

“She’s really good, Dad,” Rodrick piped up, “Like, really good. It’s the best art I’ve ever seen.”

“Okay,” Frank murmured emptily, eyes far away as he tried to process.

“Rodrick, you also think Beavis and Butt-Head is the best show you’ve ever seen,” Susan reminded him.

“It is!” he shouted defensively.

“So Sara, do you have a backup plan?” Mrs. Heffley asked. “I mean, in case things don’t pan out?”

“Yeah, I have my job at the restaurant… I could probably make manager soon enough. Those positions open up pretty often, and I’ve been there a while, and I do some of the same work now,” Sara replied.

“You’re not… going to college?” Susan asked, looking as if she were about to have a small aneurysm.

“Well, I… I know I probably should, but I don’t really do well in school environments. I have ADHD. I’m better at just… being paid to do things,” she said more softly.

“I can understand that,” Frank chuckled, looking at his wife to find a dissatisfied scowl on her face. “I mean… College is good. It’s the way to go,” he corrected himself quickly.

“You really don’t think you can try, just… focusing a little harder?” Susan asked her thoughtfully.

“ADHD kind of defeats that purpose,” Sara thought.

“You can’t confine yourself to these labels, honey… I mean, for years, Rodrick’s teachers have been telling me he’s got ADHD, but with proper time management and structure, he could do well in his classes,” she informed her. “ADHD, anxiety… These are just tactics, to get people to turn to shortcuts and medication instead of actually helping themselves.”

Sara just stared at her blankly, at a complete loss for words. She figured it was like she almost got to the right conclusion, but took a sharp left. Sara glanced over at Rodrick trying to gauge how he was doing and now, he was still completely silent, just staring down at his lap.

“I, uh… I don’t know, Mrs. Heffley, I just don’t think school is good for me,” she tried to phrase her words as delicately as possible.

“How can school not be good for you?” Susan Heffley asked her. “A bachelor’s degree, at the very least, can help you get jobs you’d never be able to get without one.”

“Mom, she could become the manager of her restaurant soon enough if she wanted to. And her mom became assistant manager at the bank without a college degree,” Rodrick recited, remembering every detail about her life that Sara had given him.

“Yeah, but I mean, is that what you want?” Susan asked her. “To become a bank teller at eighteen, and never leave?”

Sara tried to contain the way her words started to actually sting. She’d heard a lot growing up, about her family and family history. She’d been looked down upon by a lot of people, but never before had it actually mattered to her. Knowing she needed to get out before she said or did something she regretted, Sara slammed her fork down on her plate, letting it clatter loudly as she stormed off.

“Mom! What the fuck is wrong with you?!” Rodrick jumped up in anger.

“Rodrick!” Frank yelled at him.

“Why would you say something like that?! All of it! All night, all you’ve done is be rude, and mean to Sara. What the fuck did she do to you?!” he scoffed. “She made an effort, the kind of thing you go crazy for! She was nice to you, and she went out of her way to forgive you every time you said some bullshit! Maybe Sara’s not the one who’s bad for me!” Rodrick shouted, running off after her.

Mortified, Susan looked at her husband, unsure of what to do. Despite not appreciating the outburst, Frank Heffley still saw exactly why Rodrick and Sara were both upset.

Rodrick anxiously searched the house, inside and out, for Sara, not sure where she would go. He initially thought she might’ve gone out for a smoke, but instead, he found her alone in his bedroom, sitting on his bed as she wrapped her arms around herself, looking broken.

“Hey, baby,” Rodrick said worriedly, putting his arm around her as he tried to make her feel less cold and alone, “Are you okay?”

Sara held back her tears as best as she could, breath shaky as she spoke.

“I… I tried so hard to make her like me. And I never do that with people,” she shook her head at the idea. “I thought it would work…”

“I’m so sorry,” Rodrick apologized, feeling guilty, “I really didn’t think she’d actually treat you like that, I thought she’d see how sweet you are, and how smart you are…”

“That never seems to be enough,” she murmured, understanding the bitter irony.

“No, no, baby…” Rodrick desperately tried to find a way to comfort her, holding her head against his shoulder to try and make her feel better. “You’re more than enough. You’re perfect,” he promised her.

“It doesn’t matter. People never seem to think so,” Sara scoffed, “They don’t want to. It doesn’t matter what I do; people just want to hate me.”

“Then they’re stupid,” Rodrick didn’t miss a beat, “Even if they’re my mom.”

“Rodrick, honey?” Susan rushed into the room.

Sara didn’t look up as Rodrick glanced at her in anger.

“Mom! Haven’t you done enough?!” he yelled. “This whole time, all you’ve done is find new ways to insult Sara! Even though she’s been nothing but nice to you, even when you didn’t deserve it!”

“Rodrick, Sara…” she said quietly. “I came to apologize.”

“I don’t want your apology!” Sara exclaimed frustratedly, finally breaking her silence. “I don’t wanna hear it anymore! I don’t wanna sit here and take your pity any more than I want the insults. I get it. You don’t like me, you don’t like my lifestyle. You don’t have to. If you wanna just never talk to each other again, we can just do that.”

“No, honey, I don’t want that,” Susan promised her. “I wanna get to know the girl my son’s dating.”

“Well, it seems like the more you know, the less you like about me.”

“No, that’s not true,” Susan said, clearly distraught. “I didn’t mean all those things I said… I just… I don’t know, I’ve never seen someone understand Rodrick the way you do,” sighed in defeat.

“So what, you thought you’d push me away?” Sara guessed.

“No… I just… I thought if I could find something wrong with you, then the way you help Rodrick wouldn’t mean anything,” Susan admitted.

“Wait, you think she helps me?” Rodrick demanded, shocked to find that she actually recognized that.

“Yes. I do,” she insisted. “I think Sara gives you a sense of self worth, and motivates you to do things. You haven’t even known each other all that long, but I think Sara’s actually a good influence on you. You seem happier, and more awake.”

Both of them were left silent, for different reasons.

“Sara, what I said to you was rude, and unforgivable. I understand if you can’t find it in you to forgive me, I wouldn’t either,” Susan reasoned. “But… I really want you to know you shouldn’t listen to what I said. I’m sorry for what I said about you, and your family. Those were inexcusable things to say to another person.”

“Yeah,” Sara admitted, her voice somewhat hoarse.

After the full apology, she found that she no longer really cared about what had been said.

“I don’t care about it anymore,” she decided. “It’s fine.”

“No, it’s not,” Susan said earnestly. “If you want to scream at me, I completely understand.”

“No. I don’t,” Sara stated. “I just… hope you know that Rodrick’s the person you should be apologizing to,” she reminded her.

Susan looked up at her oldest son, realizing the damage that had been inflicted, that night, and even before that.

“Oh, Rodrick… I’m sorry. You were trying to do a nice thing, a really nice thing, for us, and… your girlfriend, and I wish I could’ve been more mindful of that,” she sighed. “I know I probably don’t deserve to be… but I’m really proud of you, and who you’ve become. Trying to get us all to be polite, when we meet your new girlfriend? That’s a very mature thing to do.”

“It’s… It’s okay, Mom,” Rodrick decided, feeling bad for his mother as Sara squeezed his hand to offer him security.

“Okay,” she said in surprise, not expecting to be forgiven, “Why don’t I… give you two some privacy? You’re both welcome to come back down whenever you’re ready, but Sara, if you just want to leave, without saying goodbye to any of us, I totally understand. Door stays open, though.”

“Mom!”

Susan disappeared downstairs, as Rodrick flopped down on his bed, arms behind his head as Sara gently nuzzled into the space beside him, her head resting on his chest.

“Why are all families like this?” Rodrick sighed exhaustedly.

“I don’t know. But, if you have one that’s actually willing to apologize, you’re not totally fucked,” she supplied.

“You know I care about you?” Rodrick said suddenly, as the tears burned his eyes. “Like, so much?”

“Hey, I know,” she promised him, hurt by how worked up he seemed. “I feel the exact same way about you.”

“But, I hate when anyone does anything to you,” he professed, “I wanna punch someone in the face any time you don’t have the best day ever. You deserve everything, so much more than I got.”

“But I could never want anything more than you’ve got,” she reminded him. “I like the way you care for me. And only you.”

“Really?” he asked, knowing she could have a million better boyfriends if she wanted.

“You’re the one I wanna be with. First thing in the morning, last thing before I go to sleep,” she promised.

“Come here,” he sighed, snaking his arm around her frame as he held her close, never to let go. “One day…. I’m gonna be famous, and you’re gonna be a princess. For real.”

“Okay,” Sara agreed, closing her eyes dreamily.

“I mean it. I’ll be able to buy you anything and everything. I don’t even know what I could buy you… But I’ll buy it all.”

“I think you’re starting to take up space in my heart,” Sara admitted.

“I think I’d rather trust you to keep both of ours safe.”

French Inhale

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