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headfullofpresley · 2 years ago

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𝐃𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝟓𝟎𝐬!𝐄𝐥𝐯𝐢𝐬 | 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

Warnings: teeth rottin' fluff, make out sesh. kinda long but 50s!el is my baby boy.

A/N: since my brain is chaotic with fic ideas most of the time and i'm too lazy to write all of them out, i decided to give headcanons a lil try ;). lately i haven't been quite in the mood for smut or anything naughty naughty, so enjoy this piece of softness. 💗

you can imagine elvis to be famous or not, up to you!

Lots of dates.

Mostly initiated by you because you come up with ideas where to go, but he loves it.

The both of you would spend too much money on new clothes and records. He loved shopping as much as you did.

Picking out outfits for each other and showcasing them, driving the sales person crazy because you'd hog the fitting rooms for hours.

MATCHING OUTFITS! (i will simply pass away)

It's usually the colors that you'd match together, but he liked buying the exact same thing as well - mostly shirts and jackets.

Doesn't like it, but would carry the shopping bags and your purse if you'd ask.

Listening to new music that recently came out at record stores. This is definitely a weekly activity.

Diner dates!!!

Sharing a milkshake with two straws, because you're cheesy like that.

He always lets you have the cherry on top of the whipped cream.

Flipping a coin to decide who will pick the next song on the jukebox.

Most of the time you'll stay until closing time, unless you two have plans to hang out with friends that evening.

DRIVE IN DATES.

You'll go see whatever movie is popular at the time, not caring what genre it is because the both of you don't care about the movie at all.

You two will watch the first half hour, until the snacks are gone and you're all over each other.

It stays with just kissing on most nights at the drive in, but sometimes he'll mention the blanket he has in his trunk and you'll allow him to get what he wants.

Because even though you're a little shy about doing stuff in public, you want him just as bad and can rarely resist him.

THE MEMPHIS FAIR, BABY!

You can spend hours and hours at the fair.

Riding the same rides over and over again, stuffing your face with food, spending way too much money on games to win prizes.

He refuses to leave the fairgrounds until he won you at least one big prize.

You were just as happy with the smaller stuffed animals, but he had his mind set on a huge panda bear and you knew there was nothing you could do to talk him out of it.

He won it, ofcourse he did, and carried it to the car for you.

He put the bear on a chair that stood near your wardrobe in your bedroom, making sure it faced the bed.

You couldn't help but feel a little awkward whenever the two of you were intimate and the bear was right there, staring back at you.

On nights when Elvis wouldn't be staying over, you'd turn the panda around so you would actually be able to get some rest without feeling creeped out.

Road tripssss!

In either his Pink Cadillac or Cadillac Eldorado. Your knowledge on cars is pretty much non existent, but you like the colors.

Warns you to tighten your headscarf when he speeds down the highway, but you never listen nor learn so you always lose it.

You bring snackies, but it's never enough and you both start craving fastfood as soon as a restaurant comes in sight.

The choice is always McDonald's, since you don't go there much and it became one of your little 'date locations' during these road trips.

He always insists on using the drive-through, but makes you get out of the car because you spilled ketchup on his seat once.

“As if you never spilled anything in this car,” you huffed with an eye roll, eating your burger from a safe distance from his car.

You knew he'd get the double meaning and he'd give you a smug grin, playfulness on his tongue as he spoke.

“And who’s fault is that, hmm?”

You'd flip him off, making him chase you around the parking lot before pushing you back in the car when your burger flew out of your hands and on the window of a parked vehicle.

During the summer, he'd beg and beg for you to get on the back of his motorcycle and while you were a little nervous about it, you agreed because you couldn't listen to him talk about it for another second.

You loved it more than expected and the roles soon flipped around - you being the one asking him to go on rides.

While the both of you loved to go out and hang with your mutual or own friends, you loved staying in just as much.

Because the both of you still lived at home, you'd often be cooped up in your bedrooms.

Despite being young and your relationship being fairly fresh, you two didn't go at it every chance you got but neither of you had a problem with this.

You liked being in each others' company, no matter what you were doing.

Sometimes he'd go through your entire vinyl collection that you had neatly placed on a shelf above your desk and he'd play record after record.

He didn't like all of them, but played them nonetheless because you liked them and he loved hearing you hum along.

Being in your presence calmed him down. He especially loved it when you'd lay with your head on his lap so he could play with your hair while you were reading.

When it was a book, he'd busy himself by trying to make little braids in your hair.

But when you'd be flipping through a random magazine, he wouldn't shut up.

“Read me the music columns, baby,”

Takes the magazine out of your hands because he wants to read them again with his own eyes.

Snatching the magazine back out of his hands, he lets you flip through it again but will tell you to slow down because he didn't finish reading the page you're on.

He'd point out the things he would love to see on you when you'd look at the clothes that were currently trending.

“This would look real cute on you,” he would say, pointing out a baby pink skirt with cherries embroidered onto it.

When his eye catches the polo shirts in all the colors of the rainbow, he gets excited.

“We could get a matching pair!”

“Elvis, I’m pretty sure these are for girls,”

He'd look down at you with a smug grin on his face, scoffing softly. “Honey, I don’t care. You know how good I look in pink,”

You knew he was probably dead serious about it, but laughed at him and circled the shirts with a pen to get back to them later. If he wanted one, he could get one.

When you'd linger a little too long on a page with Marlon Brando's face printed on it, he didn't do much to hide his jealousy.

“Stop droolin’ over this fucker and read me my horoscope already,”

You'd laugh and caress your fingers over Brando's face, sighing dreamily which would get your boyfriend even more riled up as he'd huff and pout, trying to get the magazine out of your hands.

You gave him what he wanted eventually, reading his horoscope to him.

He'd smile and nod when his week seemed to be looking up according to the stars, but when it wasn't as good as he hoped it would be, he would scoff and roll his eyes.

“Pssh, what a load of bull,”

He pretended not to believe in these things, but you knew he did.

Whenever your or his parents were away, you'd mostly be hanging out in the living area.

It was the only place in both your houses with a TV and it was nice to be able to watch your shows without any parents or siblings talking through the whole damn time.

Your attention span was short whenever you were in your boyfriend's presence, and so was his because casually watching TV on the couch always turned into make out sessions.

Elvis was the first boy you kissed, but he taught you well and you found yourself becoming obsessed with kissing him.

He tasted like Pepsi and you had grown accustomed to the lingering taste of the cigars he smoked throughout the day.

His favorite position was when you'd be next to him, your legs draped over his lap so he could run his hand along the side of your thigh, his other hand placed at the nape of your neck.

It was comfortable for you too and you loved playing with his hair (as much as the product in it would allow you to) and resting your hand on his chest or on the side of his neck.

His kisses were soft and gentle, allowing you to take the lead so you could set the pace. He wanted you to be comfortable and while he was a tad bit more experienced, he wanted you to show him what you liked.

He thought he might know everything about you and your body, but he realised you could still teach him a thing or two about yourself. Elvis hated studying, but when the subject was you, he was the best student of the class.

“You taste like strawberry today,” he'd point out, going in for a kiss in between every word to kiss the slight gloss off your lips.

“I bought a new lip balm today,”

Humming deeply against your lips, he'd dip his tongue across your lower lip, sucking on it gently.

“Do they sell more of those flavors?”

You giggled, listing off all the flavors. He decided that he wants to kiss every single one off those pretty lips of yours.

“Let’s try ‘em all, baby,”

He wouldn't give you much time to agree, his hand running up your thigh and squeezing softly as he'd dip his tongue deeper in your mouth.

Slightly tilting his head and moving his hand from your neck to wind around your shoulder, your lips fell into a comfortable and slow paced rhythm.

The two of you were in sync, perfectly aware of each others' next moves and it made you shut out the world around you.

Your favorite show that was playing on the TV had become nothing but background noise.

His large hand would engulf your smaller shoulder, squeezing you softly in the embrace because he wants to feel you closer against him.

Unfortunately for the both of you, you still had to fill your lungs with oxygen but when you'd pull away from each other, his hand that had been on your thigh would move to the side of your face, cupping your cheek.

Nuzzles the tip of his nose against yours as he takes stammered breaths, his eyes taking in every detail of your face.

He'd caress his thumb across your lower lip, the corner of his mouth rising in a grin as he looked at your slightly swollen lips and the smudged tint of your lip balm.

“My pretty baby has pretty lips,”

Those words made you blush every damn time and he knew it all too well.

He liked seeing your cheeks heating up, flushing a shade of pink because of him.

“Could kiss ‘em all day, every day,”

Small, open mouthed kisses on your parted lips as his thumb caressed your cheek bone.

Whenever you wanted to kiss him properly again, he'd laugh softly and teasingly pull away because he wasn't done looking at you.

Always complimenting you on how pretty you look with your lips swollen like that, how he loved kissing you and how much he loves you.

Saying it back made you even more shy, but he wouldn't kiss you again until you told him. He knew you loved him, but he loved hearing you say it.

“I love you, Elvis. Please kiss me,” you'd pout and whine a little, knowing that usually got you what you wanted.

Ofcourse it did this time too, because he was weak for you.

“Okay, fine, fine. Because baby asks so nicely,” would give you a theatrical and playful sigh, rolling his eyes before he'd lean in again and capture your lips in a kiss again.

You'd happily let him take charge after a little while, moving along to his pace as he'd deepen the kiss.

You two didn't always kiss with the intention of sex, but you knew whenever he'd moan into your mouth and his hand started creeping underneath your skirt or dress that it was his sign that he wanted more.

You were more than happy to give it to him. Sometimes you'd make it to your room in time and sometimes your parents came home before you even had the chance to take things a step further.

Jumping away from each other and pretending to watch TV, you were pretty sure you could never fool your or his parents but they never commented on it because they too had been young once.

Takes about half an hour to kiss you goodbye at the door when he'd be over at your house, or in the car when he'd take you home.

When you wouldn't be spending the night together after spending the entire day side by side, you'd talk for hours on the phone.

Sometimes it would be deep conversations about the future and sometimes it would be about absolutely nothing, but you enjoyed every second of it.

Neither of you would hang up until one of you would fall asleep or one of your parents came in to tell you to hang up, not understanding what in the world you could be talking about after being around each other most hours of the day.

But you and Elvis were inseperable and you believed it would stay like that forever.

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slashingdisneypasta · 1 year ago

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I keep thinking back to your Mr. Snake and Wheezy bromance idea, and now I must share with you the other pairings I've thought of to go with that AU XD

Ms. Tarantula and Stupid (Tarantula gets red because Snake claimed orange XD). Stu needs a cool big sister who can probably help him learn a few things! (She did say she mostly learned all her skills on YouTube. Maybe she can recommend Stupid some channels she thinks can help him out?) And I'm certain Tarantula would appreciate another big shoulder buddy when Shark isn't around ^^

As mentioned before, Mr. Piranha and Psycho. They both are the crazy members of their team. They both can appreciate a good brawl; maybe they even spar each other? (If so, I bet they'd both treat it as a free for all. They know the other can handle it XD) Also, Psycho totally nabs Piranhas cool things, but since Piranha comes from a huuuuge family, he just treats it like one of his little siblings 'borrowed' something of his. Psycho could use a sibling anyway.

Though I bet Mr. Piranha and Greasy would work well together too. They both bond over being the only Spanish speakers in their group (maybe even having the same POB? I can't remember where Piranha is from). Talking with the other makes them feel right at home ^^

I also like to think about Greasy and Mr. Shark interacting too XD like, idk maybe Shark offers to help Greasy learn how to talk to women. Greasy agrees happily, thinking that Shark is going to introduce him to a lovely lady. But no, it's just Shark in drag, taking him out on a 'test date'. At least Shark can make a convincing woman XD (Imagine if Shark became another messy bisexual awakening for Greasy. Ok I'll see myself out-)

And of course, the leaders themselves, Mr. Wolf and Smartass. Mr. Wolf isn't as insane as Smarty's team, and he's honestly relaxing to be around. So maybe Smartass wouldn't mind hanging out with him? Like these two meet up for coffee on Tuesdays to talk about... Anything, really. How their weeks went. How life is going on the 'other side' (Even though they're trying to be good, I'm sure that the Bad Guys miss something about their original lives. And I can see the weasels being curious about what 'good guy' lives are like for these former criminals now), etc. Smarty claims that this is just to make sure that Wolf and his crew don't report them to the police, but the gang sees right through that XD (these two better be ready to get called out by Snake and Wheezy XD)

One more thing before I leave. Imagine the Toon Patrol try their hand at turning a new leaf like the Bad Guys! It'd no doubt take a looooong time and alotta effort considering their crimes are a bit worse than the Bad Guys', but still. Maybe Wolf will have enough patience to help them XD though, if this wasn't a crossover and just an AU, who do you think from the WFRR universe could best help the weasels make a turn around?

!!! I love these so much!!

Aw, Webbs bein Stupid's cool big sister-type is unbelievably sweet! Imagine her meeting his BAMF S/O ^^ She's about to meet her, and she's thinking 'puh. this wont be good. i'm not gonna like her' and then 20 minutes later she and Bamf S/O's are best friends XD

Oh shit, Piranha and Psycho are actually so pure <3

MR PIRANHA AND GREASY SPEAKING SPANISH TOGETHER IS MY FAVOURITE. YES. LET THEM. L E T T H E M.

Omggggggg imagine Greasy's reaction 😂🤣 I cant, I cant, that's way too funny XDD It'd definitely be a spit take sorta situation. Mr Shark knew- he knew, that Greasy was not fit for any real strangers yet XDD Weasel is not house trained-

And YES XD Mr Shark will be so flattered... but also creeped out. Don't look at him like that Greasy, you're gonna get punched.

Smartass, Wolf- don't hide. Your friends will support your bromance, I promise XDD ... after they make fun of you a lil.

Omg!! I love this idea!! Toon Patrol trynna redeem themselves... oof. Okay, so I imagine Psycho and Greasy would have the hardest time- Smartass too, but if he's doing it then it was his idea, so he'll draw strength from within 😅 If Psycho and Greasy are doing it though, its probably cuz Smartass is making them- so their hearts aren't in it. Stupid glides by, he just needs to be reminded a lot XD Wheezy thinks he's gonna do fine... until Smartass or Wolf take away his smokes like 'We are turnin over a new leaf!! That means we aint doin this anymore! Yer a bad influence, what if I kid sees ya??'/'Nope. I'll take these. You know who hangs out in the alleys where you smoke?? Bad guys! C'mon, bud.'... then he's ready to throw his head through a wall.

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ye4gerismarchives · 3 years ago

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the bachelorette chp 4, part 3: visiting jean’s mom

an: so, i decided i'd write the elimination in a separate chapter, one, just to mess with y'all and two, to give you time. i honestly think picking one of these three guys is really hard. obviously, i know who i want to win, but i look at the two other guys and i'm like 'oh, they would be good too!'. i like pulling at your heartstrings ;). i'll probably put together another q&a (depending on the numbers of questions i get) and once i do that, i'll wait for a day and then close the poll to start writing! anyways, let me stop sharing my thought process with yall and start your date with jean. link at the bottom!

tags: black, fem reader

tag list: @taybird

Bertholdt drove you back to the mansion and you texted Connie asking him to prepare something for you, Bertholdt. Jean and Connie to eat. And maybe a lil something for that brat Levi. Connie responded with an 'ok' and a smiley face.

The car ride home was silent. You felt awful for Bertholdt. You wondered how many silent post-hospital drives he's been through.

Once you got home, Bertholdt told you he wasn't very hungry and just wanted to lay down. You wanted to argue with him but Bertholdt needed space. You wish him good night before making your way to the kitchen.

Connie and Jean were chatting it up in the kitchen once you walked in. Connie was the one to announce your entrance. "Hey, y/n," he greets. Jean then turns around. "Hey, y/n. How is Bert holding up? I understand that visit was really hard."

"Thank you for asking, Jean. Bertie...well...he's just being human. His dad...it's really bad," you reply. You take a seat by Jean at the kitchen island. "The fact that he's been holding in for a while...it's crazy. I would have never thought he was in that situation. No wonder he was so stressed after that Porco got angry with him," Jean says. You raise an eyebrow at Jean. "Oh...after Porco got angry with him about you, Bert seemed sadder and more introverted than usual. He only really confided in Reiner, though," Jean explained.

"Ah, that makes sense. Poor Bertie."

Connie had made some garlic bread with ava ado toast and egg. You didn't expect that out of him but you all enjoyed it. You felt tired, so you told the guys you were ready to lay down. They wished you good night before diving into a conversation about...y'all i don't even know what men talk about 😐

The next morning, you woke up at the same time as you did for Connie's visit. Your final visit would be Jean's mom. She also lived far away from the mansion but Jean insisted that you could take your time. She would still be at her home. No nurses to rush you out or kids bugging their parents. You hoped this visit would be as peaceful as it sounded.

You were very hungry though. You didn't realize it last night about the whole Bertholdt thing and you only had those little stupid avocado things that Connie made. It was good but didn't feel you up. You decided you would take a bath and get ready for your visit later.

You crept downstairs, hoping not to wake anyone up. You didn't want Levi questioning you and you didn't want to stop and talk to the boys because you would probably have a day-long conversation and if that conversation was with Jean, you probably wouldn't see his mom.

You made a few turns and found yourself in the kitchen. And you weren't alone. Jean was leaning on the kitchen counter, sipping on some coffee that he had made. His eyebrows widened at your presence.

"Good morning," he greeted, "I didn't expect you to be up right now."

"Oh, I'm just hungry right now. Didn't eat much yesterday," you say. Jean places his coffee down on the table. "Would you like me to make you something?"

You were about to say yes but a greater idea came into mind. "Why don't we make something together? It would be fun and give you bonus points..." You wiggle your eyebrows when you say that last part. Jean let out a laugh. "Well, you're hungry and I can't let you starve. Us working together will make things faster...and those 'bonus points' would help a lot."

You walk towards Jean and his eyes remain on you. You find yourself wrapping his arms around his waist. It was just on-demand. Jean pulls you close and kisses your forehead. "What do you wanna make?"You think for a minute. "You know how to make (meal of your choice)?"

Whether Jean says yes or no is up to you. However, Jean is really good at following directions. If you need something, he'll get it. If you needed him to watch something, he watches it with intensity.

After a few minutes, the meal was ready and you both sat by the kitchen island and dug in. "I hope Connie doesn't wake up and butt into our breakfast," you joke. Jean let out a small laugh. "Connie's really nice. He hasn't shown me or anyone else any hostility during our time here."

"If you could say...who did you think was the worst person here?" you ask. Jean doesn't even have to wait to answer. "I'd have to Floch. Confidence is key but Floch just got disrespectful about it. Talking about how we should all go home and let him have you. And he was only here one night and everyone already had a bad vibe about him."

Your heart panged at that answer. "Thank you for telling me. I know everyone likes drama but Floch sounds...dangerous. I don't know what would have happened if he stayed." "Yeah, of course. Sorry if that made you uncomfortable," Jean said sheepishly. The discomfort must have been visible on your face. "No, don't apologize. I asked."

You continued to eat your breakfast and chat and hear about Jean's experience in the mansion so far.

After breakfast, you and Jean got ready for the day and finally decided to head out. Jean was starting his car when you decided to ask another question.

"I've never heard you talk about your dad. I've heard bits about your mom and you've mentioned her to the other guys but I never hear about your father. He isn't dead right? Is he sick? Like Bertholdt's?"

Jean is silent for a minute. "Oh...I don't really like talking about my dad, but you would have to know at some point."

"Oh, Jean...you don't have to. Don't worry about it."

He shakes his head. "It's fine. We were going to have this conversation pretty soon, so it doesn't matter."

Jean starts moving the car and when he's out on the road, he begins to talk.

"My dad has never been in my life. At this point, I don't know if he's dead or not. Sometimes I feel like he isn't my father. We did talk like once or twice when I was a kid and I was actually desperate to see him. But once I reached high school and started preparing for my adult life, I realized he wasn't worth it anymore. If my dad really wanted to be there for me, he would have reached out more often and let me know that things were hard on his end. I know everything I'm saying is being recorded and broadcasted, so if he ever sees me on TV, he can always hit me up. I just won't be naïve and stupid like I was the last time."

You immediately jump in after that last line. "Hey. You weren't naïve or stupid. He was stupid. You were a kid waiting on his dad. You had every right to wait for him, so don't insult yourself over him."

Deep down inside, you weren't sure if you wanted to meet Jean's dad...if he was alive. Jean didn't seem comfortable talking about him at all, so you shouldn't expect any visits or calls from that man. If you were to have kids and he popped up, that'd be hard to deal with. It would probably break Jean's heart to learn that his father would want to see his grandkids before even meeting the guy who helped make them.

Jean doesn't respond to what you said. Again, this was hard for him and he didn't even want to bring his father up in the first place, so you weren't upset.

You end up falling asleep in the car. Hours later, you wake up and Jean is parked in front of a bakery. He's on the phone. "Yeah, ma, we're here. Right in front of it, she's sleeping but we'll head inside....I miss you too...alright then, bye."

Jean hangs up and places the phone down. He jumps slightly when he realizes you're awake. "H-hey. I thought you were sleeping."

"Well, I was. Your mom is ready to see us?" You ask. "Yeah. She owns this bakery and decided to close completely today to meet you. I asked her if we could meet at home but she insisted that her bakery would be best. She's really proud of it," Jean explains. "Are we going to bake something?"

Jean laughs and shakes his head no. "Oh, no. My mom won't let you do any work in there, since you're a special guest. She put some things together if you want to eat something."

You imagined Jean's mother as someone who prioritized her future-in-law over her own son sometimes. It sounds overbearing but you thought this was a good thing. You wouldn't want an evil mother or father-in-law. If Jean were to cheat on you or hurt you, you knew she'd probably be on your side or hear both sides instead of immediately siding with her son.

You also wanted to assume that she was tough on Jean. Considering that she raised him herself, she had to do other things like work. To give herself some peace, she probably had a no-nonsense household- maybe why Jean was more like a puppy and wasn't as scandalous as the eliminated.

Jean got out of the car and helped you out. He didn't take your hand when directing you to the bakery but opened the door for you. Inside was a short, older woman, standing there with her hands clasped. The minute you stepped in, her excitement exploded. "Hi! Welcome! It's finally nice to meet you," she says. The older woman squeezes and you can't help but let out a chuckle...or a wheeze. "H-hey, mom. Maybe you should let her go," Jean steps in nervously. Jean's mom slowly lets go. "I'm sorry! I just got excited. Are you hungry?"

You shake your head. "No, Mrs. Kirstein. Jean actually helped me put together breakfast."

"Good, good. I'm glad he's being useful! And call me June. Come, sit, sit."

Jean's mom takes your hand and leads you to a small table and pulls open a chair for you. Jean quietly pulls a chair up by you. You start to worry about him because all the attention is on you, rather than the both of you.

"Can I get you something to drink?" June asks. "Some water would be nice," you answer. Your eye catches Jean's hand. You place your own on his and you feel him jump slightly. "Jean, would you like something too?"

"I-I'll take water too," Jean croaks. "Well, Jean, I'm sure you can serve yourself. I'm getting old, you know. Make sure you get a glass for y/n too."

Jean looks ready to argue back but he keeps his lips zipped. He carefully removes your hand from

his, gets up, and heads over to the back of the bakery.

You watch Jean do all of this and then finally turn away so that you can give June all your attention. "Please tell me he's been good to you," she starts. You weren't expecting this question but considers why she's asking. "Yes, Jean is...amazing. He's always coming to my defense. Which I shouldn't be surprised by, he is a lawyer."

June sighs in relief. "I hope he stays that way. He told you...about our situation right?" You nod. "It's unfortunate that his father did that to the both of you. If Jean does get married to me, I hope he doesn't pop out of anywhere. Jean's a good guy but I'm not too sure how he'll react to something like that." June let's our a small hum.

"Have you been watching the show?" you ask. "A little. I work, so it's hard to catch up on what's going on. Sometimes I'll read articles and Jean will text me to let me know if he didn't get eliminated. I was a little concerned about him doing the show because nothing is guaranteed."

"Hm...is he cocky about this whole thing? Does he really think he can get me?"

June thinks for a moment. "I can't say cocky but there's nothing wrong with a little confidence. Jean is handsome, he has a good job, he's smart- and he knows that. He believed those would be good reasons for you to like him. But...he does get bashful sometimes. He doesn't want all the attention on him and for people to view him in the wrong way. The fact that he had a mirror in his pocket on the first night was interesting to me. He's never done anything like that before."

You open your mouth but Jean enters once more. He places three water bottles on the table. "Sorry for taking too long. Ma, I'll replace the waters. Don't worry about it," he says. June shakes her head. "Don't worry about it, Jean. We have plenty of water."

"So, have you two discussed wedding plans? Anything for the future?" June suddenly asks. You look at Jean, who looks like his stomach was doing the chacha slide or sum. "M-mom-!"

"Well, we haven't reached that point because we don't know if he's staying or not but I'd like a really elegant wedding. I know we'll have a live-streamed wedding but I'd like to have a private wedding too. That would be nice right?" you cut in. Jean nods in agreement.

"What about kids? I read somewhere that you wanted a family," you tease. Jean's face reddened. "W-well...um...yeah...two would be nice. A girl and b-boy maybe?"

"See? We have a plan," you say with a wide smile. You could imagine Jean as a cautious dad but he still knew how to have fun with his kids. After long days at work, he'd cuddle with them and put them to sleep for you. When the kids are asleep, he'll check on you and make sure you had something to eat. He'd probably make sure to schedule regular date nights and family vacations. He'll have photos of you and the kids and maybe a few bandages in a wallet. Obviously, you would both be in the public eye once in a while but he would make things feel normal.

"I think you two would have beautiful kids. I do hope Jean gets picked. But your two other guys are good too. Bertholdt is absolutely adorable and Connie seems like he knows what he's doing. I don't know how you're ever going to choose. I can't imagine being your situation," June says.

"Wow, thanks for having my back mom," Jean says jokingly. "But if not me, pick Connie. He's a good person."

"Oh, Jean, don't do that to yourself. You're lovely." You cup his cheek and his reddened face returns.

Jean's mom starts talking about Jean when he was a kid- how he was such a big softie and a great helper, how he was popular in high school but still to himself, and all the girlfriends and boyfriends that she didn't like.

It was getting late. Jean's mom offered you her home but Jean stopped her before she could ask. You didn't question why he didn't want to stay at her home but still wondered why. You said your goodbyes, watched her lock the bakery, and drive off. Jean helps you into his car and gets into the drivers' seat.

"You know why she wanted to you go home with her?" he asks.

You shake your head no. "There's only one bed. A twin size bed," Jean says as he starts the car. You let out a chuckle. "Connie's parents tried that with us except Connie had a bigger bed."

Jean looks over at you. "Oh...I should have probably taken her offer."

"Connie and I didn't do anything that night...maybe you could give me a sample of what you can do. It'll help me decide."

Jean didn't hesitate to lean over and cup your cheek. He went in first. Jean was gentle and careful with your lips. You soon gave in and wrapped a hand on his wrist. When things started to get hot, you pulled away. "Didn't expect you to be that gentle...You really want me, huh?"

"Yeah," Jean says scratching his neck. "You're pretty rough... you have experience?"

Whether you say yes or no is up to you.

Jean smiles at your answer and starts driving. You try to fall asleep but it's so hard. All you can see is Bertholdt, Connie, and Jean at the next elimination. You wished Eren or Onyankopon did stupid stuff later on and were a part of the final three so that this could be easier.

Hours later, Jean reaches the mansion. He thinks you're still asleep. He doesn't want to wake you up. So what does he do? Jean opens the passenger door and scoops you up in his arms. Your heart jumps. You hope it's dark enough outside so that he can't see the small smile you're trying not to crack.

It doesn't Jean long to get to the door and ring the doorbell. He must be really strong. The door opens and he's greeted by Connie.

"You need help with that man?"

"Um...no...I think I'll get her up there. But you could get her purse from my car though. She'll probably wonder where that is."

Connie probably gave him a non-verbal response since there was just silence after that. Jean got you up the stairs and struggled with your bedroom door but he got in within ten minutes. Jean turns on your lights, places you on the bed, and removes your shoes. He steps away but you hear ripping sounds proceeding by scribbling. You can hear Jean turning off your lights and closing the door behind him as he leaves. Your eyes flick open and you wait a few moments. You turn on the light on your bed stand to see the note Jean wrote you.

'Wasn't sure what to do with your clothes. It's not my place to decide that- at least not yet. But I hope you slept comfortably.'

You smile softly at the note. It was definitely something he would say.

i use YOUR opinions to not only put together dates but to put together personalities. if y’all say you hate bertholdt, i’ll work my magic to mess with y’all :) anyways here’s the link! ask good questions. this is the last time you’ll see bertholdt, jean, OR connie. vote and ask wisely

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