#undone (the sweater song)

[manicdream13]

Meet the Bakers

[star-dust-shark]

Chh chh bom chh chh boom chh chh boom boom

Only weezer fans will understand

[thejesusofsuburbiabutcringe]

The third practice version of Undone from 1992 lowkey sounds like Weezer from the backrooms cuz it sounds haunted, but it’s my preferred version cuz the vibes are immaculate.

[thesingalongsong]

“If you want to destroy my sweater

Hold this thread as I walk away

Watch me unravel, I'll soon be naked

Lying on the floor

I've come undone,”

[raglanphd]

[funkylilblob]

do you ever listen to a playlist for the first time and realize

holy shit I’ve heard one of these songs before

[duranduratulsa]

Weezer - Undone -- The Sweater Song

90's Fest Album of the day: Weezer (1994) featuring Undone - The Sweater Song #weezer #UndoneTheSweaterSong #sweatersong #90s #90sfest #durandurantulsas3rdannual90sfest

[styleandcheek]

Weezer - Undone - The Sweater Song

[goddesspharo]

Glen Powell and Richard Linklater for The Wrap's Studio at Sundance 2024 [x]

[gonenowaretheoldtimes]

[chill-band-folder]

Weezer - Undone (The Sweater Song) (1994)

[myimaginaryradio]

Undone (The Sweater Song) - Weezer

[weezerlvr228]

also do you know if he ever found his sex

omg funny story!!! we did end up finding it, it WAS under the bench, rivers just didn’t check right the first time, LOL.

[practically-an-x-man]

little prompt for you if you like: "is that my sweater?"

Awww thank you! I'm thinking this will be really cute for Kyle and Jasper.

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Word Count: 1.1k Content Warnings: fluff, established relationship, mild suggestive content

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Jasper's key clicked in the lock, and they pushed the door to their apartment open. The squeak in the hinge was gone - Kyle must have finally gotten tired of it and attacked it with some WD-40 earlier today. They stuck out a foot, keeping Ruff from barreling out the door. For a dog that barely weighed fifteen pounds and spent most of his life lounging in the sunshine, he certainly seemed to think he had a chance of making a break for it.

They scooped the dachshund up and laughed as he wriggled around to lick their face. Jasper readjusted their grip on the dog to give him a scratch behind his floppy ears.

"Hey, Jazz," Kyle called out from some other corner of the apartment, "How was work?"

"Fine!" Jasper called back, gently setting Ruff N' Tumble back down as they spoke. The dog went trundling off into the kitchen, following the sound of Kyle's voice and the vague promise of food scraps. Jasper followed, shrugging off their jacket as they passed the coat rack. "Kind of tiring, I guess. Lot of bee stings. Apparently there was this office picnic out by Audobon Park and there was a hive in one of the gazebos. One of the bees got caught in a lady's purse and flew around the ER for a while... freaked a lot of people out, so..."

They finally reached the kitchen and found Kyle hard at work chopping vegetables. There was a pot of broth on the stove, and he paused just long enough to readjust the burner before returning to his carrots and onions. Ruff stood at his feet, paws tip-tapping eagerly against the tile floor. Kyle glanced down, then not-so-subtly nudged a baby carrot off his cutting board with the flat of his knife.

"Oops." he deadpanned, a lopsided smile pulling at his lips as Ruff snapped it up.

"How was your day, babe?"

"Eh. Fine. Finally got that project sent in." Kyle answered, then set down his chef's knife to pull Jasper into a brief kiss. He pulled back just a moment later, shrugging at he rubbed at one of the scars on his wrists. "Humidity's got me all itchy, though. So that's been fun."

Jasper reached out and ran their hand over the space where his shoulder met his back - one of the places where he couldn't quite reach the scars without all sorts of awkward contortions. Kyle groaned faintly and leaned into the touch, and Jasper wondered how long that spot had been bothering him.

"Here." he said, reaching to grab a spoon and dipping it into the broth, "Taste this."

Jasper obliged, though the broth was so hot they burned the roof of their mouth. Kyle winced in apology as he tossed the spoon back into the sink.

"It's good." they said, once the heat had died down enough for them to actually taste it, "Homemade ramen?"

"Mm-hm. I got the recipe online. Figured we could try it out."

"Do I have time to shower before it's ready?"

"Oh, yeah. The carrots will take a few minutes to cook," Kyle said, then gestured at a pile of green vegetables, "And... whatever this is."

"Bok choy?"

"Right," he agreed with a shrug, tossing the vegetables into the broth, "But you've got time."

"You're the best." Jasper sighed, leaning faintly into his side before drawing back. Ruff followed them for just a few steps before giving up, deciding that the chance of more baby carrots trumped the opportunity for belly rubs as Jasper made their way into the bedroom.

There were few things that helped a bad day more than a good hot shower. Jasper did their best to keep it brief, not wanting to delay dinner, but they could feel the lingering sludge of emotion from the ER melting away under the spray of water.

"Is that my sweater?" Kyle asked when they slipped back into the kitchen ten minutes later. His eyes raked up and down their figure openly, and Jasper bit their cheek to hold back a smile. They burrowed a little deeper into the garment - indeed, one of Kyle's old fraternity sweatshirts, washed and worn down to comfortable softness.

"Do you want me to take it off?"

Kyle raised his eyebrows, a half-smile pulling at his lips.

"Only if you're not wearing anything underneath," he said, dark eyes sparking as he bared them a cheeky grin. Jasper felt themself flush but didn't back down.

"What about dinner?"

"We've still got time," Kyle protested, coming up behind them and wrapping his arms around their waist. His hands snuck under the hem of their sweatshirt and traveled up, palms warm as he traced the expanse of their skin. After a moment, he let out a low breath and ducked his head to whisper in Jasper's ear. "Mm. I was right."

He'd struggled with touch for a long time. After he was first brought back, he'd hardly let himself touch them at all - as Jasper learned later, once he'd gotten his words back, he'd felt uncomfortable with the idea that it was technically someone else's hands doing the touching, what with all the splicing and grafting the witches had put him through. Jasper had reassured him, time and time again, that they didn't care and had always seen him as Kyle, but... still, it had taken a long time for him to bounce back from that. Even recently, he was hesitant with intimacy in a way he'd never really been before.

Kyle tightened his grip, pulling Jasper back against his chest, and pressed his lips to the underside of their jaw. Jasper let out a low sigh, stifling a shiver of pleasure.

And from the kitchen, a timer beeped.

Kyle muttered a low swear, his breath tickling Jasper's neck.

"That would be our dinner." he sighed, "Perfect timing."

He leaned in and pressed one more kiss to Jasper's throat, then gently unwound his arms and stepped back. Jasper didn't let him get far. They spun around and caught the lapel of his shirt, tugging him down into a deeper kiss. Kyle hummed, low and rough in his throat, and chased them as they began to pull back. Jasper reached up and ran their fingers through his mess of wild curls, drawing another low noise from him.

"To be continued," they promised, giving his hair a faint tug for emphasis. Kyle let out a sharp breath, visibly steadying himself.

"To be continued."