#and let it be bought by someone with money

[jean-meowreau]

Ohhh maybe something jerejean for jeans birthday???? - @sirfatcat-mccatterson

Jeremy quietly clears his throat.

Jean grimaces and peeks open a single eye, directing all of his nastiness at Jeremy with one gray eye bursting with malice. "Quoi, Jérémy?" he asks, voice raspy with sleep. He shifts beneath his blanket onto his side, shivering and tucking the material up to his chin when it falls and exposes his chest.

He watches the blond nervously bite at his lip and shift on his feet. He sighs, and Jean closes his eyes to fall back asleep, when he hears, "Joyeaux Anniversaire," in shoddy French.

This time both eyes fly open to glare daggers at Jeremy. "Did you tell the others?"

"No. I know how you value your privacy," Jeremy says quietly, suddenly looking unsure of himself.

He sits up, wrapping the blanket tight around himself, before scowling as he asks, "How did you know? Was it Kevin?"

Jeremy shakes his head no. Jean perks his brow, prompting an answer.

"You remember that last weekend I went back to visit my family?"

"Yes," Jean grimaces. "You were very sad and quiet when you came back. It was annoying. I like your smile." Jeremy lights up at the words and Jean's scowl deepens. "Do not read into that."

"I'm illiterate!" Jeremy says quickly, and maybe a little too loud. He covers his mouth with his own hand on Jean's behalf.

"Why is your family important to this story?"

Jeremy shuffles around on his feet for a few seconds before quietly saying, "I have a trust fund."

"Okay?"

"And I am allowed to use my money however I want."

"Jeremy, you did not buy me something stupid, did you?"

"Well, I was going to buy you a car, and then as I was looking into transferring the title I found out you have a conservatorship and and anything I tried to give you would be automatically given to--"

"Do not say a name," Jean mutters. His voice is flat. He already knows. He does not wish to hear it aloud.

"So, I..." Jeremy shifts his weight between his feet a few more times before producing a file folder he'd been holding behind his back. He crosses the room and holds it out to Jean, who takes it while still glaring him down. "I bought... you."

Jean's face pales. He stares at the blank front of the manila folder, a thousand thoughts racing through his mind at once. He swallows thickly, fingers trembling as he picks at the edges of the folder. "You own me, now," he says quietly. Kevin said Jeremy was supposed to be good people. Maybe they had different definitions of what that meant.

"What? No, wait--" Jeremy laughs awkwardly. "Nobody owns you. I paid off your family's debt and you're a free man."

Jean furrows his brow, staring hard at the folder in his hands. "What is this?"

"Your medical history, birth certificate, and the deeds to some property in France and some property in West Virginia."

Jean frowns, picking at the corner of the folder. "Did they mention someone named Elodie?" he asks quietly.

"They said that's who the property is from. It's uhm-- it was a death transfer," Jeremy whispers.

Jean nods, staring still at the blank vaguely yellow paper holding every notation of his entire life up to this point. "I should thank you, shouldn't I?" he asks quietly.

Jeremy drops to his knees in front of where Jean is sitting at the edge of his bed, warm hands settling against his thighs right before his knees. "I don't want your gratitude. It's everything you deserve just to be yourself and live your life."

"Jeremy--"

"No. Your present will come later today. This just happened to be delivered this morning. Finish sleeping in and meet us downstairs for some protein pancakes and then we will go to the gym. Just you and me."

Jean nods shakily. "Can you ask if Cat will let me ride her bike?"

"You should ask her. She has something for you."

Jean narrows his eyes at Jeremy's smile. "You said you didn't tell anyone."

"I may be a liar. But it's only them - how else could I float a random pancake breakfast for you?"

"You're on thin ice," Jean mumbles. He reaches for the hem of Jeremy's shirt before he can leave the room, unable to make eye contact. But he tugs at the material twice before looking from the blond to the folder in his lap.

Jeremy smiles, taking the gratitude for what it was, before brushing his knuckles against Jean's cheekbone. "Anything for you." He doesn't tell Jean how pretty he looks flustered this way, much as he wants to. He instead leaves the room silently once he is released, smiling invitingly at Jean before he shuts the door.

[swan-and-bolts]

Despite his insistence on trying to not be sappy, his eyes softened. “It’s a good feeling. I hope you get to experience it and understand that, one day. With someone special to you.” He lightly mumbled.

“How much did everything cost, to purchase and bring on the ship? What did you bring? If it’s to help others, let me throw some money your way. Sounds ridiculous, but we both know Pony Express doesn’t pay the best. You’ll never get the money back in a while.” He felt bad, on the idea that the other had bought things in their fancy lab that could benefit the rest of the crew. Call it the need to help out as a dad, but the least he could do was help with giving some money. Even if he’d have to give it once they got back to Earth and paid.

"Hi. Hello. I've been told you were given a seal plushie and encouraged to come say hello."

Another seal plushie is held up.

"I have one too. His name is Booper. I... didn't know how else to initiate conversation with you. How are you?" -☆

[☆hiiii i've been lurking]

“Is there something special about these seal plushies? I thought I was the only one?” He questioned, raising an eyebrow. His own is held up, showing it off. “Or are they some big deal?” He hoped not, didn’t need to be bothered a lot because of a gift. He’d just keep it in his quarters, if so. “You named yours?” Reminded him of his kids when they were younger.

“But, hello. I’ve been good, doing some repairs around the ship. As usual. Nothing spectacular had happened recently.” A light shrug came from him. “How about you? How are you?”

[kawaiichibiart]

If I had a nickel for everytime I made Minoharu suffer through a tragedy in one of my PRSK AUs, I'd have two nickels. Which isn't a lot, but it's funny it happened twice.

Sci-fi/Fantasy Minoharu 🤝 Burning Hearth Minoharu

Tragedy? Tragedy.

[muffinlance]

Oh so the clown ads are over? Too late Tumblr I already cancelled ad free uninstalled your app and discovered the power of ublock in mobile FireFox. AND tags are editable in the web version?

There's no going back

[dailyrickastley]

Once upon time in 1987...

[blowmymongrelmind]

i was raised by a pretty woman to become a pretty woman and so the end goal that i was always steered towards was someone buying me anything i want and doing anything for me for the low low price of enduring dehumanization and misogyny but what they dont want you to know is that you can actually just buy the shit yourself and take yourself out on weirdly expensive nights on the town. you can blow your whole paycheck on yourself and youre not even gonna make you feel subhuman about it

[dravidious]

You're more amazing than wheat

You're more amazing than job applications

[thedecadenceofwar]

that boy is sixteen thats his weekly allowance

[macroglossus]

i just spent the entire money i got from someone buying my drawing (!!) on products that have names like "ultra UBER gentle soft gentle cleansing cleanser for your weaky little baby skin idiot" and "infant baby SENSITIVE!!!!!! skin lotion ULTRA hydrating but WEAK for your little idiot baby skin your idiot loser dry baby skin" because my entire body is inexplicably so dry it's flaking (including my back???? who has EVER had a dry back) but most soaps dry me out more and most moisturizers break me out and god forbid i even look at a facewash for more than a second because it will somehow do both

[slowlyfoggydestiny]

Five fucking hours on the hairdressers and I have spots almost white because they didn’t put enough color or good enough distributed and just found a hug ass patch where he didn’t do anything like no color nothing and is just fucking there

[jankwritten]

why are my hyperfixations never on anything cheap, bro. it's always gotta be ENAMEL PINS or MECHANICAL KEYBOARDS or BOOKS or ARTWORK and PENS. and broken glass. i guess that one is kinda cheap.

[jonny-b-meowborn]

If I had the proper equipment for that I would 100% make a career out of sorting stuff on video. It's like one of my favorite activities ever but I rarely have the opportunity to do that. It's like a special treat for special occasions. I love doing it and if I could I'd milk that forever <- is currently sorting a whole jar of plastic gems for fun

[papermonkeyism]

Don't know that one. What's it about? What genre? Is it fun?

[starryluminary]

Oooouuugghhhh the merch for Reputation Taylor’s Version better be as good as 1989’s merch. Oooouuuugghhhhh I really really hope so

[karmaphone]

there needs to be more discussion about how alienating it is for poor ppl like I'm literally over here getting bitter bc what!! ppl have enough money to buy things they don't need that make them happy? bullshit

[andromedasummer]

hav used my birthday money 2 buy clothig :)