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Can’t escape (the way I love you) ↬a.r

A/N: This is a repost from my old account :) @th0ttie4tommy​ here you go :)

Warnings: cursing, use of wooden spoon, seX, canon typical voilence-ish)

MINORS DNI

WC: 3.1K

Summary: after running away from knockemstiff, Arvin finds his way to Cincinnati and finds a girl instead.

Pairing: Arvin Russell x Reader

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Sleep didn’t come easy to Arvin now that he was hitchhiking his way to Cincinnati. Flashes of his daddy on the prayer log with his neck cut off, Lenora’s limp body hanging, the preacher bleeding his guts out and even the photograph of the whore- the Sheriff’s little sister- all played in his mind like a broken record.

Sighing, he leaned back on the seat and watched the long haired driver honk on the ongoing vehicles, the noises sending shards of pain up his skull. He really wanted to sleep, and maybe smoke a cigarette, but he didn’t want to think about the possibilities of what would happen if he slept in a random stranger’s truck.

Just the thought of sleep reminded him of the old man and the whore’s faces, making him sit up straight.

“You okay there boy?” The long haired man raised an eyebrow, looking at him from the corner of his eye.

Arvin shook his head, wincing at the movement as his sore body struggled to not give in to the strong pull of sleep.

“I’m good. How far away are we from the city?” He asked, gritting his teeth as he saw the Sheriff’s car go past them.

“We have a long way to go. Why don’t you take a shut eye meanwhile?” The driver said.

“No thank you. I’ll stay awake. Sleep is for the week and all.” He mumbled, fixing his cap.

“Okay, if you say so” The driver responded, shrugging and continued driving.

Arvin looked out of the window, watched as the trees passed by, a lonely dog making a trek as it wiggled it’s tail. His heart gave a thump, chest aching as the dog reminded him of Jack. He really missed the mutt, he didn’t deserve the death it got.

Pulling his cap over his eyes, he squinted at the slight indication of dawn, the pull of sleep too strong to ignore now. His mouth went slack and neck bobbed with the wobbly rout, a huge yawn leaving him, and before he knew it, he had fallen asleep.

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“Hey kid! Wake up!” The man said, shaking out of his sleep. He woke up in a disoriented haze, head throbbing harshly against his skull, body heavy with exhaustion. Sitting up with a gasp, he saw that the man had stopped the truck, panic seizing his lungs. Was that it? Would the driver pull a gun on him just like those Henderson whores had?

Looking around, he noticed a small diner, stomach growling with hunger, as if in response to seeing the place.

“Whe- Where are we?” He said sharply, noticing the driver’s eyes trailing him. He shuddered at the man’s gaze.

“We’re at a rest stop. Figured you might be hungry.” He replied gruffly, getting off the side door, “You comin’ or not boy?”

“Yeah. Yeah I’ll be there.” He whispered. Maybe he could run away from here, hitchhike another ride to the city. His eyes landed on the board on the corner of the road. He was relieved to find that he was already in the city.

Before he knew it though, his feet were carrying him towards the diner, a cigarette making its way to his mouth as an invisible string pulled him towards the small place. He complied, too tired to make anything of the situation.

The bell rang as he opened the door, pushing himself inside before he could think. Taking an empty seat, he leaned on his hands as his heart stuttered to a stop.

Literally stopped.

It felt like he was in a parallel universe filled with coincidences, flashbacks of his old house back in Ohio, his daddy sitting on a ratty stool as he talked about his mama . Because in front of him was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. He remembered his daddy telling him how he met his mother in a diner in a small town, just like the one Arvin was in right now.

Throwing away the butt in an ashtray, he tried to speak, but no words came out. He stuttered a small smile, looking at your bright eyes as you said something.

“What do I get for you honey?” You asked in a soft voice, oh your voice was such a melody.

“A coffee would be good.” He finally said, licking his lips and thumbing his wallet nervously. He hadn’t left with much money.

“You look like you need solid food and aspirin.” You smirked, pouring a hot cup of coffee in front of him. You slid a cheesecake, smiling at his surprised expression. “It’s on me.“

"Oh- I uhm. Thank you.” He nodded. He took a bite of the soft dessert, nearly moaning at its sweet taste. His taste buds were jumping from the onslaught of the sweet flavour, sighing as he sipped at the bitter coffee. It was the best food he’d had in a few days.

Turning around in his seat, he saw that the driver was nowhere in sight. Great. He had ditched him. Thankfully he still had his belongings with him.

Turning around again, he fidgeted with his fingers just as you appeared in the line of his sight.

“You’re not from here are you?” You ask, wiping your hands on your apron.

“No. How’d you know?” He raised an eyebrow, a smile appearing on his face.

“Well you look quite lost. Do you have a place to stay?” You leaned forward, the open collar showing just a little bit of your cleavage. He licked his lips, trying not to stare.

“I don’t actually. My ride ditched me.” He shrugged, “thanks for the cheesecake by the way."

"Oh it’s alright. The leftovers go to those bloated buffoons anyway. You looked starved, so I wondered why not?” You collected the cutlery from the other customers, shouting orders at the kitchen for the others. “You say your ride ditched you? My grandma owns a motel not far from here, I could get you a room to stay for s while."

"Oh no no no! That- you’ve already done so much for me and you don’t even know me!” He stumbled. He wasn’t used to this sort of kindness, considering the shit his life took in the past few months.

“It’s no trouble really! I’m just going there after this shift anyway, will probably stay in the penthouse for a while.” You said.

Before he could say anything to confirm or deny your offer, You were removing your apron, handing it to another girl as you hopped over the counter.

Fixing your dress and hair, you go to the back of the kitchen and yell something at the manager, walking out of the house, looking behind and silently asking him to follow.

Arvin tried to follow you, sighing in relief when he found you leaning against the wall in the back. But instead of calling out for you, he scrambled for a cigarette, groaning internally when he found only one left and lit it with a matchstick. Taking a drag, he breathed in the familiar burning in his throat, leaning against a pole.

He felt more than saw you eyeing him from the corner of his eye, heart speeding up like he was in highschool and had a crush on one of the girls or guys. He hadn’t stuck around much to date anyone, but the time he had making out with them was good enough for him.

“My name’s Y/N by the way.” You said, biting your lips as you looked at him.

“Russell Arv- I mean- Arvin Russell.” He stuttered, pulling out the joint from his mouth.

He took a deep breath, letting the silent roads and windy weather calm his racing heart down. He thought about leaving right there, not wanting to get someone who looked as innocent as you did, in a mess like his life was. Before he could walk away though, you were walking towards him, biting your lips.

“Uhh, so my grandma’s place?” You asked nervously.

“You barely know me and you’re letting me stay with you. For all you know, I could be a murderer.” He joked. You chuckled and made a face at him, dragging him to your Cadillac. He followed anyway.

(He almost laughed at how ironic he sounded, shaking his head internally.)

“Thanks for letting me stay Mrs. L/N” He smiled at your grandma as she shook his hands, enthusiastically shoving cookies down his throat and excited that you had brought a boy with you.

“She’s nice."

"She’s the best.”

He intended to stay for a day and hitch a ride, stay far far away from this place. He didn’t want to corrupt these people, he tried to reason. But he couldn’t let go, he just kept interacting.

(A little girl in the neighbourhood liked to play with his hat. He smiled at the small child, surprised to find the unadulterated happiness that radiated off the wee kiddo when he played with her. The people smiled a lot too.)

A day turned to two, two to a week and then nearly a month passed and no one asked him once why he lived with a girl and her grandma.

(Or why he flinched every time he saw a gun or an officer of law walk by).

He also managed to score a job at the diner, for washing the plates. He found that he didn’t mind helping people

You didn’t know how fast time could pass, and as it grew it’s sneaky tendrils, your heart grew a mind of its own as you spent days fantasizing your time with him, of you under him as he fucked you senseless.

Tracing his biceps, you leaned forward, mouth nearly touching his. He cupped your jaw, grabbing your waist and lifted you off the ground, slamming you against the concrete wall and kissed you.

Your mouth tasted like berries, which berries he didn’t know, maybe strawberries, fuck if he cared. Maybe it was your Chapstick.

“Arvin.” You moaned against his mouth, hands reaching for the collar of his shirt as he shoved you against the wall, holding your ass to keep your balance. His tongue swirled around your lips, hands sliding up your legs in a soothing motion.

You could taste the nicotine in his mouth, but you couldn’t be bothered. All you wanted was this beautiful stranger right now. A stranger who you felt like you’ve known your whole life.

“Shh sweetheart, don’t want anyone to hear us would we?” He whispered in your ear, holding his hands over your lips to shush you. You nodded, eyes half closed as you enjoyed the feeling of his rough denim rub against your thighs, the sheer friction of his movements causing heat to pool your gut.

“Arvin,” you moaned softly, running your hands through his hair, “Arvin, wait. I- I know a place."

He stopped for a second, Looking at you with a bewildered expression. "What kind of place?"

You gulped, getting off of him and walking around and outside the master bedroom, making sure no one was in the corridor. Following you, his eyes grew wide as he saw you open a door to a dungeon, switching on the flickering lights to reveal a small square area room.

The room was dimly lit and dusty. It was surrounded by racks but he could not see what was kept in them. In the centre though, was a single obsolete piece of wooden slab surrounded by long rods of metal attached to it. It must have been an old hospital bed- the kind the troops used. It sat flat against the floor. He looked at you again.

"My daddy used to bring things from the war, whips, guns, handcuffs. Everything. Everything.” Your low voice sent chills up his spine. With shaking hands, he scoured the cupboards, wiping off the dust from his fingers as he came across a pair of brass knuckles and handcuffs. Fingering them, he looked at you as you nodded.

“Do you- do you want me to use ‘em? On ya?” He said. He could feel his already hard dick throb painfully almost, the lust in your eyes making him feel things.

“Use them on me Arvin. I wanna feel you use the cold metal against me as you fucked me so hard I couldn’t walk tomorrow.” You suddenly push him against the cupboards, his back hitting with a thud as you traced his chest through his shirt, scrambling to remove off the offending clothing.

You scratched his chest lightly, fingers gliding against his pecs and abs as they clenched, moving in a sensual manner. He was impatient, you could practically smell his excitement in waves. The scent of his cologne was overwhelming in a way that made your insides tingle with your own arousal.

“Fuck- sweetheart.” He whimpered, his legs weak for you, waiting to feel your walls.

Kissing his neck and then chest and nipples, you dig your teeth around the skin, eliciting a moan deep from his throat. You were shaking with anticipation, hastily removing your frock and throwing it to somewhere. He held you for a second, admiring your body and giving you a gratifying look. His hands linger around your chest, unhooking your bra holding them as he kisses your chest while  bending down with trails of kisses down all the way to your tummy.

You pant as he reaches your navel, slender fingers sliding your panties off you as you sigh in relief, ecstatic that you were now fully naked in front of the boy of your desires.

He plunged his fingers inside your dripping core, your legs trembling as he licked off dripping cum from your folds.

“Already wet for me huh? Wait till I use these on you, how will you feel then babygirl? Want me to use them don’t you?” He urges, spreading your legs apart and moving you so that your butt hit the wooden plank. You whimper at the force, back arching as he dribbles your clit with his spit, licking it off you and then standing up. You immediately miss the contact, and thankfully it wasn’t for long before he came back.

He unbuttoned his pants so that he was too fully exposed now, his cock springing out made you crave for it even more now, but before you could do anything, he took your hand, cuffing it to the railing of the plank. You cursed at the tightness, adjusting your wrist so that they wouldn’t hurt. You whimpered when you felt a cold wooden spoon run along your chest. He held the dip of the spoon on top of them leaving indents, his other hand’s thumb kneading into your flesh.

“Is this okay princess? Don’t wanna hurt your pretty little hand. Just wanna hear you moan my name.” He whispered, voice cracking due to the octave it took when you gave a shrill cry of surprise, your other hand clutching at his hair, causing you to lose your balance and falling on your ass.

“I need you Arvin! I need you now please help me!” You cry out, your eyes devoid of tears but your voice showing your emotion. You were hungry, starved and his cock looked delicious. You just wanted him inside.

“A little patience would be appreciated.” He growled against your chest, biting at the sensitive skin. You must have said that out loud.

“I don’t know how much longer I can hold it in me.” You whimper, scrunching your eyes as he nipped at your neck, rubbing the tip of his dick on your clit. His tip was bright red, hard and erect. You wrapped your legs around his shoulder, bringing him down at you. His fingers kept playing while his mouth worked.

“I’m so wet Arvin, only for you baby, look at me, so wet.” The wooden spoon made contact with your chest again, sliding down to your ass as he gently nudged your back. He didn’t hit you, no, that son of a bitch teased you with slow motions of its cold surface. You kissed him till your lips were plump and red with blood dripping off the thin skin, his mouth leaving his lingering taste in yours.

Finally, finally, he slid into you. You gave a shrill cry as his member entered you, your walls clenching around it as if you wanted it to stay in you forever. You arched your back, your waist hitting his pelvis, causing it to slap around him. You unconsciously dug your fingers in his back, gritting your teeth at the sudden sensory input.

“So tight baby. Clenching around me like a fucking ant-eater. You like this don’t you darlin’? Like it when I slide in."

"Yes baby.” You whispered. Sweat dripped off of the both of you, your slicked bodies slapping against each other, “Oh I’m about to cum! Arvin!"

"Cum on me baby, cum on my dick so I can shove in harder.” He clenched himself, mouth forming an O as he felt you orgasm around him, his dick sliding out of you. Pumping his balls, he clenched his jaw at the sight of you, panting under him with your legs spread apart. “You’re such a good girl. Always listening to what I say."

"Because you’re the best.” You flopped down on the board, your back hitting it. You jiggled your arm that was held in the handcuff, the movement bringing Arvin toppling down to you. He fell on your breasts, face smushed in as if he was sleeping on a pillow. You erupted in a fit of giggles as he licked you with kitten-like strips.

“Did you like that? Was that- was that okay?” He huffed, probably as tired as you were right now. His muscles relaxed under your touch, unclenching as you ran your hands on his back. You hissed when you saw that your hand had caused bloody indents on his skin.

“That was amazing sweetheart.” You paused, “I’m so glad we met that day."

"Me too. I didn’t believe in love for a very long time after momma died, and then my daddy died, and then Lenora-” he said, choking on his tears, “- my sister, Lenora, that fucking preacher. He killed her."

"Arvin, baby I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry I can’t bring them back. But I can hold you. I can hold you forever if you want. I can love you."

You froze for a moment, realising what you had said. You had met only a month ago, and yet here you were, telling him that you loved him. Your heart did gallops when he didn’t answer for a while, and then you heard it. You heard him say those three words, a soft whisper in the night.

"I love you too."  

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Clyde Logan x Reader

No warnings it’s just first meeting an some fluff. If theres more interest shown I may make a part two <3

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Monday ------------

It was a slow day at Duck Tape. You were working there for about a week and figured out fast there weren't many visitors to the place, not until the weekend anyway. Earl was always here, Jimmy stopped by here and there but it was only to talk to Clyde for the night, and you? You were the places second out of two waitresses in the whole building and you only worked part time. The other lady that was there with you worked the day light part of the day since you'd been taken on. You were washing tables, taking notice of the time. Clyde had said he'd be back soon but he'd left with Jimmy about an hour past. It was an hour til closing time and it was strange for him to be gone longer than half an hour if he was out getting product or out seeing what Jimmy wanted now. Last time, Earl had recounted, Jimmy got Clyde planted in jail for 90 days, place had to be closed the whole time he was gone. Man you hoped that wasn't the case this time.

Almost on cue the quiet tower of a man walked through the door, he didn't seem happy but he really never made any other change in expression either unless he had to kick out someone who had a few too many.

"Earl, I'm closing early." He said in his slow and careful way he always spoke, specially when he had other things to do for the night. He made sure the guests were gone before he started to clean, Earl long gone. It was just you and him so you decided you'd come ask him why they needed to close early.

"Mister Logan, is there a special reason the place needs to lock up so early today?" you asked, just curious but you noticed he stayed still for a moment before he turned to face you.

"No, nothing too special." He said as he took his gaze away from your face almost as soon as it was placed there, turning instead to wipe down the bar counter top, putting the wiped down glasses back overhead and the martini shaker into the little cubby area it went near the floor.

"That doesn't quite answer my question Mister Logan." You said, concern lacing your words, wondering if something bad had happened while he was out. You'd come to have a little crush on him, the way he walked and talked made you blush ever since you started here and it was only natural you were concerned for his well-being.

"Well... I guess you're right. If ya must know, Jimmy brought his daughter over to see me and I don't want her in the bar." He said slowly, his drawl lacing his words beautifully as he spoke, almost with a purpose but he always spoke like that. Well from what you knew anyway he did. See, you weren't from around this neck of the woods. You were from a little town near Cincinnati Ohio, not many people you knew spoke like him and the southern accents were a little tricky to get used to the month you'd been here. But he seemed to always take his time to talk to you especially, not in any rude meaning way but to make sure you could understand him. He didn't like repeating himself much.

"Oh! Your niece? Well, I hope you have a good night visiting! Lets get this place cleaned up a little faster, don't want to keep them waiting do you?" You asked with a soft smile, taking a rag from the sanitizer bucket you walked and wiped down all the tables, booths and chairs while he washed down the bar. You even took it upon yourself to clean the bathrooms, sweep and make the place look neat. It didn't take you very long at all and when you turned to ask him if there was anything else you could do you caught him darting his gaze away. Had he been looking at you the whole time? No couldn't be, maybe he was just thinking of something to say or got lost in his mind for a moment. You walked back to the bar, everything was clean, he'd even swept as good as he could. "Should we mop too or is this good enough? I don't think anyone got sick on the floor tonight. That's new."

"No, we don't have to mop nothin' today. You're free to go for the night, see ya tomorrow." He said as he went to leave, holding the door open for you as he locked up. You said your goodbyes again as got in your car, that was the most you'd talked to him in about the whole week or more you'd worked there and you felt a little flutter in your chest, a tinge in your cheeks and your breath coming slow and easy as you watched him drive off. You were happy with yourself, smiling softly to your steering wheel as you started your car, leaving for home.

Tuesday ------------

You drove into the lot for your shift, the sun looked ready to set as you stepped out of your 2014 Dodge charger. You locked it and went in, you did your hair all nice, put on a little extra makeup other than just eyebrows and mascara for once. You had dolled yourself up, for what? To try to get Clyde's attention? You felt silly, but when he looked up at the door when you walked in, the bell chiming to alert him, you saw something in his eye you couldn't quite place. It wasn't bad that was for sure.

"Good evening Mister Logan." You said as you clocked in, he looked at you from a side glance as he cleared his throat to greet you as well. He seemed a little nervous. A bit more stiff than you noticed he'd been the past week. He excused himself to help a customer while you got ready for your shift, putting your little half apron on and getting out your pad of paper and your pen, straws and some silverware wrapped in napkins in your makeshift utility belt. You sat a regular, got their order ready and took their ticket to the kitchen to have their food made before your went to the bar to have a little word with your boss. He seemed off.

"Mister Logan, how are you tonight?" You asked as you leaned over the counter, you had the top two buttons of your work shirt undone, leaning on your elbows as your long hair laid over your shoulder in the pretty ponytail you had it up in.

"I'm well. You?" He asked as he poured a shot of tequila for a patron, setting the bottle back down as he looked at the counter, avoiding your eyes and any part of you he could. It was almost adorable how shy he had gotten at the change in looks, you wondered if he was like this with all women that looked all prettied up but you and yet to really see him get this way over a lady. And a good bit came in on weekends and he wasn't one to falter at the sight of a pretty lady quite this bad.

"I'm doing well. So, Mister Logan-" You were cut off by him as soon as it left your mouth.

"You can call me Clyde. Sorry... Continue..." He said as he looked down once again, idly wiping down the counter top.

"Clyde. Do you have any after work plans?" You asked softly as you watched his hand stop abruptly, stilling before he looked at you, almost trying to make sure he heard you correctly before he cleared his throat and pursed his lips a little in a slight pout like he was thinking really hard about how to respond.

"No, why do ya ask y/n?" He asked, those sweet eyes looking to your face for a moment, they seemed filled with a sad hope, like he's been asked this as a joke so many times it was going to break him to continue the line of question.

"Well, I wanted to see if you wanted to have dinner with me tonight? We can go to my apartment or your place. whatever is better. That is is you take my offer Mist- Clyde." you said softly, now you were getting nervous, but the softening of his eyes when it seemed to dawn on him you weren't playing games with him gave you some hope as he straightened up, face coming to light with a soft tingle of pink at the apples of his cheeks.

"No one's ever invited me over before... Um, Yes... I'd like that. Your place if that's ok Miss." He replied, a little bit of confidence in his deep voice, the light in his eyes growing a little more as a soft smile crept onto his face. It made your feel good that you could put that to work, those feelings in him. You hadn't seen him smile at all since you started and you almost believed he couldn't until he proved you wrong.

"Well, consider it a date then, I'll make us something quick and we can watch something you like for a bit." You smiled as you went back to work, butterflies in your stomach as you worked with a new sense of purpose, waiting for closing time. When it finally came you almost jumped in excitement, helping him clean up. He opened the door for you again, letting you out first, locking behind you.

Tuesday evening ---------------------------

He followed you home to your little rental property about twenty minutes away, pulling into the drive behind you as you collected your bag. You hadn't noticed when he'd come over to the car but when your door opened and he nodded a little you smiled and got out. Thanking him as he shut the door you locked your car, getting the key to let him into the house. He slipped past you, standing in the entryway as he waited for you.

"Please, have a seat if you'd like, beer is in the fridge. I'll get something whipped up for dinner." You smiled, watching him slowly shuffle toward you, silently opting to come help as best he can while you walked to the kitchen to get started. Making dinner with him was fun, he helped make the sauce while you made the noodles for some spaghetti and garlic bread, he even set the table for you when you told him where the plates and silverware were. The napkins were on the table. He'd talked a bit while you cooked, talked about his brother and the bar mostly. But he got the most excited when he saw your bookshelf, walking over to it to see what all you had as he remarked he'd read a good bit of what you collected. You decided to put on some Patsy Cline, you'd heard it enough on his jukebox at work to know she was a favorite of his and as soon as one of her songs started he turned. He had a book in his hand and he was looking at the little CD radio you had on your counter top, and he was smiling ever so slightly as his eyes seemed to beam with light.

"You like her? So do I, she has a nice singing voice. What book do you have there?" You asked as you drained the pasta, leaving a little water in as you combined it with the sauce and set it on the stove again to mix it.

"Yeah... I play her at the bar a lot, and its the 'Odessey' but modernized. I haven't read the modernized version yet, is it ok if i borrow it?" He asked softly, sitting down as you sat the pot of spaghetti down and the bread in a little basket. You humme din response, nodding a soft yes at his question as you put food on his plate, giving him a good hardy serving due to how big he was. He needed to eat more because of his height and as you could tell he worked out a little so you didn't mind giving him more. You plated your food at got a glass of sweet tea, a timid little voice asking if he could have some too came from behind you and you poured him a glass as well, half expecting him to ask for beer but happy he chose the tea. you made it that morning.

He gave a soft thank you and the night went on smoothly, you ate and talked and laughed, gushed over your favorite books and music. Hell you even got him to smile a lot more than he did in the bar, laughing too toward the end of the night. When it was time for him to go home he stood with you on the porch.

"Thank you for dinner y/n." He said as he shyly looked to his shoes then back up at you, giving a little smile when he saw yours. He seemed to jump a little when you took his hand, playing with his lucky horseshoe ring as you looked at it and sighed, bringing your gaze to meet his.

"Your welcome Clyde. It was nice having you over for dinner, if you'd like.... You can come by for dinner again tomorrow?" You asked, hopeful as your cheeks painted themselves red.

"I'd love to." He said certainly, giving your hand a soft squeeze as you moved to put a hand on his chest. You got him to lean down to kiss his cheek, he was still again before he put his bear paw of a hand on your waist and moved for a real kiss. You stayed like that for a while, kissing under the porch light before he moved off of you, face red and a smile plastered on his face.

"I'll see you tomorrow Clyde, I'll be early." You smiled as he nodded and walked down the steps to his car, turning to you one last time, almost to make sure this had actually happened, like he didn't believe someone as beautiful as you liked him like this.

"Goodnight Darlin'."  It was soft, but it made your face red, blowing him a kiss as he got into his car and drove home. You knew it then, you were in love with Clyde Logan

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The Chicken Feed

Connor x Reader

Summary: You work at the Chicken Feed. Things ensue.

A/n: Did I say one shot earlier? Haha, welll let me tell you… this might be a series. Who knows. I also know that this scene was raining but snow works better for the plot later. Slow build. Thank you for taking the time to read! <3

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Day 1: Part 1

You knew there wasn’t many qualifications when it came to food service. But usually you had to get a some sort of certificate to handle food right? In most places, you believe. What’s funny is that Gary didn’t ask you for any of that. You didn’t have to fill anything out, it felt like an impulse decision on his part.

“I have to go down to Cincinnati so you handle the truck for the week, got it?”

You gave him a blank stare. So he really could leave you: an inexperienced employee, his beloved food truck. Just like that. For a whole week.

Gary Kayes seems like the kind of guy to do that though. You just thought that he cared a bit more about his small burger joint than this. He adjusted his cap and started to remove his apron.

“Are you sure?” you asked, obviously worried. “I’ve only worked here for three days.” Your hands began to fidget with the hem of your dirty apron. “What if I can’t get ahold of you if something goes wrong?”

“Nothin’ bad will happen; this place is kind of vacant most of the time besides the evenings.” He turned to grab his keys, making sure to gesture to the spare on the grubby, metal counter for you to use while he was gone. “Don’t forget to lock up, and if you need to call the police for any reason, ask for Hank.”

...Well that was comforting. Who was Hank, and why have a food truck in a quiet area? You would think human traffic would be the aim for a business.

The door to the truck slammed and the distant sound of snow crushing signalled that Gary just officially left you alone, with the smell of old grease and left out beef. You turned to grab the keys and added them to your blue lanyard, cursing at your fingers for not working right. The harsh chill of winter breeze always caught in the truck, resulting in slightly cold burgers and fries. And numb fingers.

You just need the paycheck Y/n, it’s just a job, you can do this. No one’s around so you don’t have to worry about “excellent customer service.” You look around the sad truck, and decided that a little bit of background noise wouldn’t hurt while you tidy.

“Television, on.” The small flat-screen flickered on and with perfect display, showed the news.

“--Russia and President Warren continue to show no sign of coming to a compromise. As we look forward to what’s coming next, Cyberlife has removed any comments about the current deviant issue occurring with androids. We hope that Cyberlife reaches out soon to ease the world’s mind about their products. The only thing we know is that more cases of dev--”

Deviants. Why would an android try to harm a child? What would make an android go against what they were made to do? A bunch of questions, and that’s how they will always end, with even more questions. You started to scrape the grill with the sound of a hockey game ensuing in the background.

You absentmindedly did what you were supposed to do: cleaned all of the grease from the grill, re-ordered low stock ingredients, took out the trash, studied the burger recipes, practice your cashier spiels.

Time was moving so slow.

______________

The sun was beginning to set and the evening shifted to a nice twilight. The snow stopped a while ago.

You were currently leaning against the counter, staring at the screen with half lidded eyes with your chin against your palm. You startled when you heard a car come by and silently cheered to yourself. Yes! Another customer to practice on.

You adjusted your postured and leaned to see that the previous customer was still eating. The car parked on the other side of the street. You noticed that there were police lights on the car roof. You unconsciously tensed. An older man with longer grey hair stepped out with a gruff and looked to be heading over to you, almost getting hit by an auto cab on the way. He looked slightly disheveled and flakes of snow was caught in his hair. He was tall and a little intimidating. You’ve never seen him before but he seemed familiar to you somehow. You brushed off the thought quickly.

“Hello! Welcome to Chicken Feed, what would you like today?” This was the most important part of customer service. But it looked like the man flinch from your bright greeting. Maybe you were too loud?

“..Hey” He looked you over. “Where’s Gary gone? Did he finally sell this ol’ joint?” He sounded disappointed and you wondered why.

You lifted your hands up and waved them nervously, “Ahh, no. Gary left the truck to me for a while. But I promise I will try to serve you to the best of my ability!” You said eagerly. Almost half yelling, Y/n stop yelling at your customers..

“Hmm, do you know where he went?” He looked around inside the joint.

“I-I don’t think I can tell you that, Sir.”

“Don’ worry, me and Gary go way back. I come ‘ere often, multiple times a week. It might not sound so good for my health but it’s the best burger in Detroit.” He smiled softly.

“Oh, well if that’s the case, then Gary went to Cincinnati for the week so I’m in charge of running the Chicken Feed.”

“Come to think of it, I’ve never seen you before. How long have you been working here?”

Suddenly, the previous customer chimed in, “Yeah, how long have you been working ‘ere? It’s makin’ me nervous.”

“Nice to see you again Pedro, what have you got for me? Oh yeah, “ The older customer angled his head to you, “I’ll take the the Finch Double Burger and a medium soda, that’s my usual for future reference.”

You quickly rung him up, remembering you have an actual job to do, and mentally noted his order. “Here’s your receipt, and can I have a name for when your order is ready?”

“Just ‘Hank’ is fine, thanks.”

Oh, so this was Hank. This must be the guy that Gary mentioned before. Honestly, you probably wouldn’t have realized he was a cop if it wasn’t for the lights on his car as a dead give away. He seemed friendly enough though. You proceeded to go around and make his order, all the while eavesdropping on their conversation near the order window. You couldn’t help it, they were right there!

“So, Hank, how’ve you been?”

“Oh, you know, same old shit.”

“Plastic with you?”

At that you looked over to his car across the road, and noticed that there was actually someone else sitting in there. It was an android, hinted by the blue hue it gave off from inside the car. Good thing Gary wasn’t here, he never liked them to begin with and he was very upfront with you about it during the interview.

“Only temporary…” Hank grumbled. He watched you, flipping the burger patty on the grill. The sizzling warmth was a nice contrast to the cold outside. It almost seemed unfair that you were in there, while the customers suffered out there.

You heard a car door being shut and saw the android walk across the street, mindful of the cars passing by unlike Hank before. The annoyed sigh that Hank let out was noticeable to his thoughts on the android.

“Hey, hey, hey...Hank.” Pedro huddled closer to him. “Listen, I got a shit-hot tip just for you. Number five in the third. Lickity-split. That filly’s one hell of a chaser. So what do you say...wanna flutter?”

Gambling. Should I say something? It wasn’t like this was a procedure Gary helped you with in the past 3 days he trained you. “Trained” as in throwing you into it and you learning on the fly.

Just ignore it Y/n, Hank was a cop after all.

“Last shit-hot tip you gave me set me back a week’s wages…” Hank said at normal volume, not at all hiding the fact that he and Pedro had shared this exchange in the past.

So. Hank was that kind of cop.

The android was now standing beside Hank. At a closer look while you were finishing up the grill, the android was taller than you but slightly shorter than Hank. He wore a blue and grey smooth jacket that had the signature android symbol: the blue triangle on one side of his lapel and his model number on the other side that was labeled RK800. Underneath he was wearing a black tie and white dress shirt. He also sported dark jeans and black dress shoes, so all in all it was a half casual professional look. His brown hair was combed nicely and he had a strand hanging in front. While Hank on the other hand wore a dark brown overcoat, suited with a black scarf and gloves. A warm outfit fitting for the cold. Talk about black and white.

Pedro smacked his lips together, “Aww c’mon, this is different. 100% guaranteed. You can’t go wrong.” Hank just smirked at him. As anyone knows, gambling is never guaranteed. But Pedro was still going for it, it seemed.

The android was looking around, a blank face. Looking at everything, including you. Disturbing, but less so considering most androids don’t move at all and remain still until told otherwise. This one looked like it has some sort of independent streak in him...He was still looking at you.

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Joe

     “I love ya man”      Me? I asked myself in silence. Who sent you here? I felt so afraid, receiving this sensation. Was I valued enough, for someone to send an unknown guardian? Who knew, that such reassurance was needed from a stranger, elevating my spirit and lifting me from this melancholy, depression.    The first time I saw Joe he was laying in a doorway and it was the winter of 1977-78. I had just begun my first day in barbering school, Cincinnati’s “Over-the-Rhine.” He laid there like a piece of gum that society had chewed up and spit out. Only to be trampled upon and embedded into the concrete. The clothes he wore barely fit enough to keep him warm, his shirt stuck out past the shrunken and frayed wool jacket. Through the spilt seam on the rear of his pants, his underwear revealed while he curled up on an old piece of cardboard.  I just had turned seventeen and never in my life have I witnessed such a desolate individual. After all, he probably deserved the situation he was in, just plain lazy or drunk. I thought it was ironic to watch a wino urinate in a garbage can, and then later, see another person search for something to eat from the same container.     There were two areas in the school, a junior and senior side. The senior side charged for services, seventy-five cents for a haircut, and fifty-cents for a shave. On The junior side where all began, haircuts and shaves were generally free. An instructor would grasp a homeless individual off the street and offer a free service, or, sometimes they would just walk in. They all received the same haircut on the junior side; you would take a burr clipper and just buzz the hair down. “Just like shearing sheep on the way to the slaughter house,” one of my instructors would boast. (The owner, wife and son were very courteous to the homeless; they also owned a little grocery store up the block, Albert’s.) These people were so filthy. They had not bathed nor had their hair washed in months. The clippers would clog up with the accumulated dandruff and scabs in the waxy-coated hair. We always had to check for bleeding sores and head lice before we could start cutting. Joe stumbled in that day and pointed to his head.   “You’re up Tim,” an instructor impatiently yelled. I motioned for Joe to come over; he released a deep drowning moan as he sat down. Oh, the body odor, I will never forget the scent. He smelled like bacon grease and cigarettes, while his breath stunk of alcohol and rotting teeth. Not at all greeting him,  I threw the haircloth around him and prepared my clippers. As I looked into the mirror, his features began to soften as the tiny droplets of frost and sinus drainage started to melt away from his beard and mustache. Joe removed the tattered beanie cap and his matted down hair revealed the years of tangled memories. I really do not remember if I asked what kind of haircut Joe wanted, he was just a subject and it was a free service. I only knew how to give a burr. I turned on the clippers and proceeded to mow his hair right down the middle.   “Naah” Joe’s voice garbled while motioning his hands.      “He just wants a little off all over, just a trim,” my instructor smirked.   “I’m so sorry,” I told him. This was my first real lesson in humility. (I later learned that people living on the streets keep their hair longer for warmth in the winter.)

I felt so embarrassed; I hurried to finish the haircut and trimmed his beard. I took the haircloth off and lowered the barber chair. Joe slowly lifted his body up from the seat, came over to me and patted me on the back as he spoke, and it sounded like “It’s O.K.”  For the next few days whenever Joe walked past the huge display window, he would stop, knock on the glass, take off his beanie cap, point to his hair, and smile. In that simple act of forgiveness, Joe had started to become a human to me.

     It was so cold outside, business was slow, and students were standing around waiting and talking. Just then, the door flew open, Joe came in with two other individuals. It was obvious they had been drinking. They were getting a little too friendly and begging for money; I think they just wanted to get warm. Joe was not saying too much as he stood there in a bewildered stupor. To my disbelief, one of the instructors came over and started aggressively shoving them out the door. Joe stumbled and fell to the floor. The instructor started repeatedly kicking Joe telling him to “Get out and stay out. ” I ran over, pushed the instructor out of the way, and I told him what an ass he was. Joe was bleeding from the nose. I helped him to his feet and sent him on his way. That day, Joe finally became human to me.    Soon after, I was on the way to the Bank Café for lunch. Joe was again standing outside begging for money. He asked for some change, and I knew he wanted it for a drink or did I? Therefore, I offered to buy him some lunch. He took the offer and we both ordered the soup and sandwich special. His whole persona opened up to me while we ate. Soup would drip as his trembling hand lifted the spoon, his fingers stained yellow by the years of smoking. While I thought Joe was always drunk, I became aware that he suffered mental problems; his speech was a little hard to understand at times. While I have seen him passing the bottle; was I to judge what he wanted money for? I probably would drink a little wine myself to escape isolation and misery.

Joe was asking for money on afternoon, so instead I offered him a warm lunch, my treat. I learned through my conversation with Joe that when came back from the Vietnam War, his wife had left him. His parents had died a while ago and with no other family, Joe had fallen into a severe depression. He drifted around and ended here in Cincinnati. He did migratory farm labor to earn money, only to lose it on alcohol, gambling, being beaten and robbed. I asked Joe why he did not receive his Veterans benefits. At this point, he shrugged, and seemed not to really even care. (You need an established permanent address to receive any type of aid. Though I doubt Joe could mentally calculate finances anymore.)  He loved baseball and kept repeating, “those Cincinnati Reds.” I left Joe sitting there at the bar when we were finished with lunch. After all, today he was a paying customer and Joe could stay warm a little while longer. Joe asked if I had a pen, which I did. I gave it to him and he just started scribbling on a napkin. Maybe a long lost note to home. I graduated from Barbering School and left Over the Rhine, and Joe.

Many years latter I volunteered with The Sisters of the Poor, in the same area where I went to barbering school, giving free haircuts for those in need.

I was walking downtown one day, and low on self-esteem. My life had taken a complete spin in terms of health, employment and finances. (I was in a bad auto accident, a heart attack, self-employed and had to close our business, and suffered nerve damage from an accident) How could I keep working? Am I not a man anymore? As I drifted along bewildered, I heard, “I love ya, man.” My feelings transformed as I turned and saw a man leaning against a building panhandling. It was Joe! (this is true) I walked over and put what I had in his cup. I told Joe that I remembered him from many years ago, yet, he did not recognize me. Or did he? We shook hands and gave a hug, as our lives touched once again. That day Joe became an angel, a guardian?   Through volunteering, cutting the hair of the homeless, my wife and I have met many Joe’s in life. They all share a common thread, being human. How many Joe’s have you met in your life, or, are you a Joe? 

“I love ya, man.”

 Timothy Cannon  

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Dollywood Review

Welp, now I know one of my friends knows of my Tumblr, so I kinda have to put this up.

Tuesday: -Travel day. Drove from home to Tennesse in about ten hours with the stops. Made more than we should have, but that’s mostly because one gas station was being a pain with my card, so I cash prepaid a bit and then got out of there cuz I was pissed at the damn machine. -Was snowing when we left our home in Ohio. Once we got near Cincinnati, no more snow! NO MORE SNOW! -Lovely scenery on the way to Pigeon Forge. -Once again, my mind saves me from boredom. I wanted to put Critical Role on in the car, but with three other people, it would be a captive audience. y mind instead went to dumb and fantasy scenarios to pass the time as I shuffled the music on my phone. -HOLY SHIT Pigeon Forge is such a tourist trap! There’s so much stuff to do there! We only went for Dollywood, but we are considering going back to do more touristy things. -The hotel we stayed at, the Music Road Hotel, was GORGEOUS! We loved it. Beds were a bit weird for me; I kept tossing and turning one night, and I think it was the firmness of the bed. Dunno. -After we got settled, we heard about this alpine coaster, which is a track that uses the mountainside to have a coaster-like experience. The one we heard of first, Pigeon Forge Alpine Coaster, was unfortunately closed for seasonal repairs. BUT, it was set to reopen Friday, the day we leave. We decided to do it then. -Went down the road some more and found ANOTHER alpine coaster not too far from the first one. It was called the “Goat Coaster” at Goats on the Roof of the Smokey Mountains. Loved it, great start. -Went to a place called Calhoun’s for dinner. Pretty good place. Had my only glass of booze for the whole trip there. I liked my chicken sandwich, but I wish they put honey mustard on it. -Went back to the hotel and found out one of my friends brought his Nintendo Switch! We played Mario Kart until it was time for bed. We had Dollywood in the morning!~

Wednesday: -The first day of Dollywood! -Decent breakfast at the hotel. Too used to bacon, cuz they had none and I was sad. They had some good tea, though! -Got to everything we wanted to, so this’ll be the long one. -CUBBIES! Oh my gods. Every single ride had cubbies for stuff! Love it! -Played Pokemon Go a lot of the time at Dollywood in between rides. Got a lot of pokemon and powered up a couple I already had. Got my first Moltres there <3 -First up was Lightning Rod. Pretty fun ride. Has a lot of airtime that kinda jerks you a bit. Could do with a little more padding but it doesn’t really hurt ya. -Had some fun doing some flat rides. The Carousel, bumper cars, swings, sky rider, Dizzy Disk. Pretty fun. -Went and got some of the supposedly famous cinnamon bread. It was good, but not overly so. But that’s also not the thing I’m overly into. -Brainstormer was fun, always good to have a giant swing ride. -Saw the park had its own Bald Eagle preserve and displayed some other birds like owls, hawks, and a raven! You never know how big ravens actually are until you see one! They’re twice as big as you think they are. Beautiful birds. -Blazing Fury was kinda boring dark ride. It was interesting to have a fire figther theme, but they didn’t really do much with it. -The Tenesse Tornado was really fun! Even though it was mostly just a few loops. Short, but sweet. But the walk to the loading station was so darn long! Kinda common for these rides. -Wild Eagle! Probably one of my favorite rides in the park! Nice wing coaster with awesome airtime and the turns take you by surprise in the back! -Firechaser Express was a fun little family ride. The surprise backward part was fun! -Drop Line was a fun little drop tower that spun you on the way up! Still think the one in King’s Island was better. -Had some trouble with Thunderhead at first. It’s an older wooden coaster so younger coaster enthusiasts will think it’s bumpy. Take my advice that I learned on the second day; sit in the back, it’s tamer back there and you get sweet airtime on the turns. -We hit the water rides next cuz it was in the seventies and we didn’t want to do  them the second day cuz it dropped to the fifties. We hit River Rampage first. We didn’t get as soaked as we were expecting, but most of our pants were soaked while our tops were mildly so. The ride also teased times we could have gotten soaked. -Daredevil Falls also didn’t get us too soaked. Two of us stood on the bridge to purposefully get soaked. Also, one of the operators noticed two of us wearing brony t-shirts and commented positively in a way we didn’t get at first but we laughed at regardless. -Rockin’ Roadway was one of those nice little automated car rides. Just nice. -Relaxed on the Dollywood Express. Got a little history of the area and park with a couple laughs. It was a real steam engine, too, so there was a bit of soot and some of us had to cover their mouths. Still found some soot on our clothes after we returned to the hotel. -The Mystery Mine was closed until near the end of the day cuz of mechanical issues. So we hit it last. This ride had the best theming in the park and was fun overall. Pretty lite in intensity until the end, but it can bump your head around a bit if you’re not careful. -After the park closed, we changed out of any wet clothes at the hotel and went out to dinner. The same guy who brought the Switch found this restaurant called the Old Mill and it was AWESOME. Good southern three-course meal for about $20 per person. Had some authentic southern sweet tea with it. Started with corn fritters, salad, and corn chowder. Didn’t care for the chowder but the fritters were so good! Next was our main dishes. I got the country fried ham and OH MY GODS IT WAS LIKE I WAS EATING A GIANT PIECE OF BACON IT WAS SO GOOD! We also got dessert. I got a good chocolate cake while two of our group had a blackberry cobbler that they said they would sell someone’s soul for. Seriously. If you ever go to Pidgeon Forge for any reason, eat here! -Relaxed in the room with more Switch before bed.

Thursday: -This was our relax day. We took things slower and rerode anything we wanted to and ignored what we didn’t. Wild Eagle eventually got closed for the day, but not before we rode it a couple times. -We took our time and did some shopping. Bought a necklace for my moirail and two plushies, a sheep and a fox. THE SHEEP IS SO ADORABLE and the fox is prety cute too. -Since we did Pokemon Go things, three of us did a raid which we won! But I was the only one who didn’t get the pokemon from it! I was so pissed. -We ate at the buffet in the park for an early dinner. Funny story about it. The guys wanted to reride the flat rides, but the girls of the group didn’t. We decided to split off and do our own thing and meet at the buffet. So, the guys went on the teacups and one of them spun the cup as fast as he could. We found that he got the other one kinda sick cuz of it. Our waitress at the buffet, Charla, was so concerned about him, asking if there was something she could do to help. He just walked outside the buffet a couple of times and got better. We eventually chatted with her throughout the meal. Lovely woman. -On the note of customer service, we loved the rumored ‘southern hospitality’! Everyone was so nice and things were served quickly! I swear, if someone was rude to the Dollywood staff, ESPECIALLY CHARLA, I swear I will physically manifest into the park and punch them in the face! They were nothing but nice, giving us directions when we mildly expressed some confusion among other things. -The buffet was good. Mac and cheese was a bit bland, but the mashed potatoes and the turkey were so good!! I regret not eating half of my second slice of turkey, but I wanted to save room for dessert. Then after I ate dessert, I had room, and I know I could have finished off the turkey T.T -Finished off with more rides on Lightning Rod before running to the bakery and sweet shops at the front of the park for some chocolate truffles, cookies, and cupcakes at the hotel. We were gonna get some monkey bread, but they were out of over an hour before we got to the shop. I got some truffles and a giant cookie. They were good. -We relaxed back at the hotel and began to pack up a bit to help ourselves in the morning.

Friday: -We had a nice surprise when we went down for breakfast at the hotel. This guy was down there with a cockatoo and another small bird i forget the name of! We was advertising this interactive bird zoo thing and we got to play with the birds! This guy next to us was playing with one of the birds when we had the other one. It was clear he was a bird guy. He flipped the small one onto his back and gave him belly scratches. He snuggled the cockatoo and gave her neck scratches. They were in heaven. The cockatoo liked to nibble lightly at our sweatshirts and was pretty chill. The other guy liked to explore and zip to our shoulders. He even gave one of us kisses! I was so jealous. -We went to the alpine coaster that was closed. It was a lot of fun. Better than the one at Goats on the Roof, but both of them were still fun. -We said our goodbyes to Pidgeon Forge and headed home. Got stuck in some Cinncinatti traffic, but we were fine other than that. Arrived later than I would have liked, but we also kinda stopped a lot so that’s on us.

Overall, good trip!

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TIME WITH TSG SERIES: Trevor Furbay

During this unprecedented times during COVID-19 quarantine, we are here to educate, inspire and encourage you to support our local Cincinnati community businesses. One of the first in our series is with Trevor Furbay, the owner of Trevor Furbay Bespoke Tailor & Clothier in Mariemont, OH. 

Enjoy being inspired and learning about menswear and why he’s one of the best in the business! 

McKenna: What have you been doing during these unprecedented times to stay busy?

Trevor: I did a virtual trunk show last week by posting photos of Mizzen & Main products, offered 20% discount. I offered pickup, delivery, shipping options and it did really well!

McKenna: How did you learn about how to do Bespoke tailoring? 

Trevor: I started working for Ralph Lauren in college (both in Cincy & NYC). This is where I found my passion for custom clothing. I then went to work for the largest manufacturer of custom clothing in Baltimore, MD, and bought my first shop at age 24 in Madeira. I have owned my current shop in Mariemont for the last (almost) 3 years!

McKenna: Who is your core customer at the store?

Trevor: We really have 2 types of customers. The first is the gentleman who comes in all the time, and always wants something new. He loves everything they are doing (at the store), and he buys seasonally.

The other guy needs to dress well for work (can mean a lot of different things!), but he really has no desire to shop or give it any effort. He likes that it is not a department store--and that he can have a bourbon, have a bite to eat from the kitchen, etc. They hate shopping, but he feels that shopping at TFB isn’t that bad because things are pared down, approachable, and we help him find things he really likes and needs!

So do people really come in and drink Bourbon?

Trevor: Yeah, there’s actually a pretty big group of people that do! Some come in to shop and drink bourbon, others just to hang out. It started with Amy making food in the kitchen-- and her masterful COOKIES -- we decided we needed drinks too. We wanted people to feel comfortable here, and make it a place for the community to get together. 

For the woman coming in to shop for a man in her life, what do we need to know?

Trevor: Generally how tall he is, pant size helps too. If I have met him I can probably guess pretty well. Thanks to computers, we can also look and see his sizes if he’s shopped with us before.

Do you have any tips for mixing patterns? Is there a way to help the men in our lives do this?

Trevor: We get a lot in the store: “why is everything blue?” Probably half of the things in our store are blue, the other colors are things that go with blue (denim, grey, navy, etc.). When you stick to a few colors that work together, it makes it easier to mix and match with ease. As long as there’s a common color, you can almost mix any patterns!

What is the craziest trend you’re seeing right now?

Trevor: The “no suit” is very popular - wearing a suit but with no tie. This has caused the pocket square trend to become very strong, too. Men are using the pocket square as an accessory to dress the jacket up (as a tie was previously used).

We’re also seeing a lot of shirts with fun details like colored buttons, so that they can be worn on their own without a jacket.

Faherty is definitely our hottest brand. They are based in NY, but have a West Coast, beachy/surfer vibe. I would have never guessed that it would be so successful here and become our largest selling brand. People love it.

Many people think of your brand as just custom suits. But it’s so much more…

Trevor: Yes, we have a lot more to offer. People have thought of me as dressy only, but we try to embrace both casual options and more approachable price points. There is something for every occasion and every buyer. We have tons of jeans and casual pant options. We have casual weekend shirts and shorts, swimwear, activewear and more.

We’ve noticed that you have shirts with the TFB label. Do you make these?

Trevor: We have a shirt maker that makes these for us. They made the original madras for Ralph Lauren in 1970!

Are there things you want to get into?

Trevor: It is my passion to do custom and design for people. I also care a lot about the shirt brand that we carry, Camessi. I want to help build up that brand too.

Many thanks to Trevor for opening up and sharing his expertise in all things menswear! Once we are out of this Quarantine, please give him a call and visit and tell him Scout sent you! 

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Photos courtesy of Ross Van Pelt.