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this art i found on pinterest is giving gareth post s4 earthquake after he gets fucked up

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imagine hating me and i'm just at my house wearing a big t shirt with a skull on it

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this art i found on pinterest is giving gareth post s4 earthquake after he gets fucked up

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Allison looking at Gareth’s slutty tummy peeking out from the bottom of his shirt like 👀

gareth can sense the other staring at him, only peering at her from the corner of his eye before he looks forward again to clear his throat. "stop looking at me like a piece of meat, al." though, the smirk the spreads across his features gives away that he doesn't mean it. // @thebasketcasebabe

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gareth keefer fashion (1/???)

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did he want to talk about it? he couldn't help but scoff, rolling his eyes as he plops down on the couch next to saskia. she was a good friend. ( a great one, really. considering the benefits. ) though, one thing about gareth? he wasn't good at talking about his feelings. she brings him closer, her lips pressed against his head. "i don't know what there is to say---...it's all stupid,"

@gareththegreat asked: "Baby I’m tired of myself"

Saskia looked at Gareth with soft eyes, leaning over to take his hand before bringing him closer to her, pressing kisses to the side of his head. "Did you wanna talk about it?" she asked quietly.

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one of gareth's favorite places to go to be alone happened to be the roof of the high school. ( don't worry about how he figures out how to get up there. ) but he always leaves the door propped open with a rock he always keeps in his pocket. ( he got stuck up there once and nearly broke his arm whenever he tried to climb off the building. ) "don't tell me that," he'll groan.

he'll lean back into her slightly, a content hum leaving him. "no, i don't want to hide from you. i just wanted to fuck off, yanno?"

you know all my hiding places. — @gareththegreat

her cheek presses to his back, rests between his shoulderblades, arms slipping around his middle to rest at his sternum. a low hum sounds and she nuzzles at his shoulder. "your hiding places are kinda predictable, baby," vic says in a murmur, not even slightly apologetic, even as her fingers drum against his chest.

she breathes out a laugh then, gives his shirt a little tug that suggests she wants him to turn around, though she won't give him the space to do so. "besides, i kinda figure i'm exempt from you hiding. you don't wanna hide from me."

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gareth raises an eyebrow whenever she mentions that she wouldn't be able to end it. he doesn't make a comment on it, knowing that she had a complicated relationship with death. then you had gareth, who would probably try to fistfight death but also easily give in whenever it got too hard. ( the duality of man. )

she bumps her shoulder against his side and he turns to smile down at her, a scoff leaving him. "uh, duh. i think we'd be a bunch of bad asses." he could feel his face turning red, a hum leaving him. "and i think you could make me smile no matter what,"

“I don't know—but I know, like, even if shit hit rock bottom... whatever rock bottom after an apocalypse looks like, I wouldn't be able to, you know—” Death was a fear of hers, and she would go to any length to escape it.

“Hey though,” She bumps him in the shoulder with her own. “It wouldn't be all bleak, if we stuck together. I'd find a way to make you smile, even in hell.”

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it's not completely out of character for vic to steal his clothes. in fact, gareth tends to encourage it. ( so long as she doesn't even look in the direction of his vest. that's his comfort clothing. ) he loves how comfortable she looks in something that's his. in a way, it means that he makes her comfortable, right? he'll continue to lay on her bed, resting his arms behind his head as he offers her a smile.

"i think you look amazing. looks way better on you, actually."

“is that my shirt?” — @gareththegreat

she's just smoothed her hands over the front of her shirt when he speaks. it's obvious it's one of his, she thinks — it hangs to her knees, barely glances off her curves. there's no denying it's several sizes too large for her; vic's never been more comfortable in her life.

slow steps carry her closer and she drapes her arms around his shoulders, flashes him a smug little grin. "duh," because really, when isn't she wearing something she stole from him? there's plenty in the closet that's hers, but his shirts are so much more comfortable.

"looks better on you, but i don't think i look half bad."

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oh, nettie. she's so cute, isn't she? he can't help but look down at her fondly, a soft smile on his lightly freckled features. "yes, like wilbur." though, he does vaguely forget who wilbur is. "who---.....is wilbur?"

@gareththegreat: i'd rather be a pig than a cop. pigs are adorable. / accepting.

she gasps quietly, her mind flitting quickly to the animated pig from charlotte's web. definitely not a cop -- some pig, indeed. "like ... um. l-lik-ke w-w-wilb-bur!" her smile is lopsided & bright, almost proud of herself for the reference.

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at first, they were both just enjoying the silence. normally, gareth didn't really like silence. ( always needing his music blasting from his headphones. ) though, with nettie? it was always a little different. it was like the tiny, mouse like woman knew how to calm him down. though, he breaks the silence with a thought, turning his head to look down at her curled up at his side. "well, i think you're a bit biased, don't you think?"

@gareththegreat: i never really honed being well-mannered, did i? / accepting.

she's curled rather cozily into gareth's side, doodling lazily in her own notebook. she isn't falling asleep, but she may look it. the house finch she's drawing is, admittedly, sloppy, but she isn't aiming for accuracy so much as something to do with her hands. gareth's question catches her attention, though, & she sits up slightly. a shrug ripples through her thin shoulders, a noncommittal hum sounding from the quiet girl. "i th - thin-n-nk you ... y-you'r-re f-f-fin-ne." it isn't as if she's biased. except, of course, that she is.

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first of all, gareth couldn't find the hilarity of whatever the fuck that was being named jerry. just like his twin sister. she'd be so pissed. second of all? "wait, what the fuck is that?"

"my brain's thinking one thing," pause

"jerry, however, is thinking another." cue the mouth spider making himself known.

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yeah, gareth didn't really like chrissy's taste in movies but it was only fair. ( he had made her watch halloween the last movie night. ) though, she did pick an action movie which made it seem a little more tolerable. though, he made sure that he shared his displeasure for it. mainly, because he could see how chrissy seemed to fawn over the actor. his nose wrinkles, tongue clicking on the roof of his mouth.

"what do you mean what am i talking about?" he can't help but grunt, shifting in his seat as he drapes his arm over chrissy's shoulder, a look of boredom on his features. "what? watch tom cruise run away from explosions? that's not really my cup of tea, darling." though, it doesn't take long for chrissy to end up straddling is waist and wrapping her arms around the back of his neck to kiss him.

"why would i be jealous of---....some fuckin' short guy?"

@gareththegreat sent "That movie was terrible! I spent most of the time watching you! I mean - not, uh -" to chrissy!

Lifting her head and looking at Gareth, Chrissy raised an eyebrow. The two had been having a date night watching a movie, and it was Chrissy's turn to pick the movie. Naturally, she picked one with Tom Cruise, much to the dismay of Gareth. She had snuggled up in his lap and would have probably fallen asleep if not for Gareth talking the whole time.

Sitting up, Chrissy covered her giggle as she looked at her boyfriend. "What are you talking about, sweetheart? The movie was excellent! I loved it! It had action and romance, so it was perfect for both of us!" Truthfully, Chrissy suspected she knew the reason Gareth didn't enjoy the movie. He didn't understand her harmless crush on it's star. Wrapping her arms around his neck, the cheerleader kissed him sweetly, one leg going to straddle his waist.

"Gareth Keefer, are you jealous?"

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stormy blue eyes shift to look out towards the vastness of the park. yeah, chrissy wasn't wrong. they were, indeed, dead american ghosts stranded in an australian amusement park. he'll wrinkle his nose as he let's a soft pout settle onto his features. he immediately melts into her touch whenever she reaches out to gently grasp his face, forcing his attention on her. ( though, she didn't have to do much to do that. you'd have to be blind if you didn't see that the drummer was always so soft around the cheerleader. ) if he had any doubts? well, they didn't exist anymore. the feeling of her soft thumb running over his cheek, the taste of cherry flavored lip balm.

his eyes open slowly whenever she pulls away, his hands coming up to rest at her hips as she presses her forehead against his own. "i love you, baby. i'm the luckiest ghost in the world, getting to spend all of eternity with you."

@gareththegreat sent "we want our love to be eternal." to chrissy!!

Chrissy laughed as she gestured around them. "Gare, we are literally ghosts in an abandoned theme park half a world away from home. I think we've reached eternal, babe." She said, taking Gareth's face in her hands. "Baby, you are stuck with me forever, okay?" Kissing him sweetly, Chrissy rubbed her boyfriend's cheek with her thumb, putting every ounce of affection and love she had into the kiss. Sometimes it made her sad that she was forever eighteen and would never see her family and friends again, but then she remembered she had the love of her life by her side. She had Gareth and the other park kids. Her real family.

Pulling away, she stood on her tiptoes and pressed her forehead to his, closing her eyes. "You are my everything...."

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come on, allison. you know full well that the only creep that is going to wrap his arms around you is gareth keefer himself. ( and if anyone else decides to do that? well, they'd have to answer to him. i wouldn't wish that upon anyone. ) she turns her head to nip at his cheek, a cackling leaving him. "hi baby. you sleep good last night? obviously, no. 'cause i wasn't there."

Allison relaxes as soon as she hears his voice, settling into him and letting her head fall back like a languid cat seeking cuddles. She lets out a soft hiss as he bites into her shoulder, immediately turning her head and nipping at his cheek. “Good morning to you too, Keefer.”