#jeffs barbershop

[andnofcksweregiven]

Green looks good on you

Jeff x reader

Synopsis: A little jealousy never hurts, right?

warnings: SMUT

‘y/n, ya ready!?’ Jeff's voice bellowed up the stairs, as he clutched the banister to pull himself up the first two steps. His feet treaded up as he listened for a response. ‘y/n we’re gunna be late so your ass better be up or I’m-‘ His sentence got lodged in his throat as he turned into your room and was welcomed with an Adonis.

When Jeff had asked if you could be his plus one for an award show he was nominated in, you were beyond ecstatic. Jeff has been your best friend practically since you moved to LA.

You had been unpacking your boxes, front door wide open to allow a cool breeze to fight against the overbearing LA sun, only for a senior Frenchie to come plodding in idly and slowly lifting their leg up by a box. Frantic screaming and shouting followed suit, with Jeff suddenly shoving himself through the door way to grab the dog before an unfortunate accident- apologies spewing out of his mouth whilst laughter left yours due to the absurdity of the whole situation.

You spun around, the emerald long tight silk dress with a risky thigh slit you had chosen specially to match his dressy polo shirt; which personally always made you feel flustered with how well it clung to Jeff.

‘So wittek, you want to finish that sentence?’ your voice dripped with sass, hand resting on your hip, Jeff still staring mouth opened at you.

‘i-um-i-doesn’t matter. You look-um-yeah. You ready then?’ His eyes darted around the room before he turned to walk back down the stairs. Your hand dropped, disappointment clouding your brain as a pang of hurt attacked your heart. Usually Jeff would be showering you with compliments, maybe he didn’t like the colour on you? maybe the dress didn’t sit as well on you as you thought? Either way, you swallowed the lump in your throat and pushed the strange reaction to the back of your head. Tonight you were here for Jeff, not you, for Jeff.

Or at least you were there for Jeff. As the night progressed and everyone had moved from the award show to the after party, Jeff had vanished into the crowd, leaving you to mingle with the type of influencers who’s ego always got worse after a drink.

The never ending droning of each one’s numbers and statistics and blah blah blah. You stopped paying attention before snapping back as a light tug pulled you to the side, expecting it to be Jeff only to be found with a random man.

‘Sorry you looked like you may needed saving from a very boring conversation’ The stranger chuckled lightly, smiling down to you. He was handsome, had a pearly smile and a dimple on the left, bright shiny eyes attentively reading your face. For the rest of the night thats were you stayed, talking with bright sparkly eyes about everything and anything.

Jeff had completely slipped your mind as you found yourself immersed in a casual conversation, one needed after the lack of basic attention from Jeff. Eventually the random man who you had come to know as Mick, had decided to place his hand gingerly on your exposed leg as you stirred in your seat, legs crossed tighter as to avoid an uncomfortable situation. The long awaited question left his mouth naturally- when are you free for a date?. Before you could spill a single syllable out of your lips, you felt a figure tower over behind you, wiping off the slightly too adventurous hand of Mick as a deep voice bellowed down- “She’s busy” a New York accent dripping off each letter.

Mick persisted though, his attention never leaving you and blatantly ignoring Jeff as he repeated the question. Jeff tensed up as he saw Mick’s hand slowly return to your leg, what happened next was a blur.

You had felt his hand creeping back up and the question echoed once again in your currently hollow head, but before you could shove it off, Mick was shriveling on the floor clutching his nose as blood gushed in between his fingers whilst Jeff panted out of anger- fist still clenched tightly.

You tightened your jaw and grabbed Jeff’s sleeve as you saw the security lurking towards the unexpected scene. Both of you, heavy footed as you stormed towards Jeff’s truck- silence wrapped around you like a blanket which lingered in the car journey, up until you reached your apartment parking. You didn’t leave straight away, nor did Jeff rush you out of the car, instead you both sat there processing what had occurred prior.

‘So are we gunna talk about it?’ you spoke in a hushed tone, still staring ahead along with Jeff.

‘About what?’

This caught your attention where you spun your head towards Jeff. ‘About how much of a dickhead you were tonight?!’ your voice rose an octave as you had reached your limit with Jeff’s stubbornness. He sat there, responding with a half-hearted shrug.

‘You can’t just ignore me the whole night- which, by the way, you had invited me too. Then when some guy shows interest, which once again if you had let me respond for myself you’d know i was going to reject, you break his- fucking- nose!’

Jeff carried on silently sitting there as you continued to scream at him, this time though he was blankly staring towards you, eyes darting rapidly as they inspected your own.

“CAN YOU SAY SOMETHING!? ANYTHING?!” tears brimmed at your eyes, the once lavish dress getting tighter around your waist, crushing the air out of your lungs as your chest heaved. 

silence...

“FINE! SEE IF I CARE ANYMORE JEFFERY” the use of his full name made him flinch like he got poked with a sharp sword, your body turned from him and instead reached towards the door handle. You carried on rambling as you shakily tried to push open the passenger door, however, before you could even apply the force, you felt a hand cradle the back of your head- hair falling in between the fingers as your face got spun back towards Jeff, lips instantly meeting in a hard and bruising kiss. Your eyes fluttered closed, your fingers feel gingerly off the handle and crept up to cradle his face, mouths still encompassing each other as steam slowly started to fog the windows.

Both of you completely lost to each other as the kiss deepened, with Jeff scooping his hands beneath your ass and effortlessly having you straddle his lap, the dress riding up and exposing the secret that you had decided to go commando to the event as to avoid panty lines on your dress. His hand brushed up the side of your bare thigh, bringing to his attention of the lack of fabric he had felt causing Jeff to pull away, but before he could completely, you bit the bottom of his lip and released it, receiving you a deep groan from his throat and a large smack on your right ass cheek with his whole open palm. A high pitched whine escaped your pillowy lips, Jeff’s hand found itself once again wrapping around the back of your head and your cascading hair except this time he harshly tugged it back as to expose the pillar of your neck, administrating peppered kisses all along, some being much harsher and more intent on leaving evidence of Jeff’s existence behind. 

Without realizing, you slumped back down onto his lap and grazed across his applying a light pressure as you did. Jeff’s hands tightened their grips on your hips as he struggled to keep his strangled breaths inside, guttural moans ventured from his deep within his throat as he proceeded to move you along him at the same pace and pressure. It wasn’t enough though for you, you had to be closer, reaching in front you expertly unbuckled Jeff’s belt and pushed yourself up in order to unzip his dress pants and have him quickly pull them down to pool around his ankles. You returned to your prior position, the steady rhythm of your hips finding their pace once again as Jeff returned to filling the car with the sweet symphonies of his borderline porn-a-graphic noises.

Without warning you felt yourself be forced back to standing up as Jeff aggressive tugged his boxers off, his cock springing up and slapping against his clothed abdomen, pre-cum drizzling down the side already. Once again you returned to his lap, the underside of cock being trapped between your warm folds, his pre-cum and your wetness mixing as he guided your hips back and forth, his tip sometimes rubbing against your clit, causing shivers to crawl down both of your spines due to the stimulation.

At this point, Jeff was getting impatient. He was close, and the gentle pace you’ve adopted had him head over heels for you but he needed more. He hooked his arms between the back of both your knees and made crouch over his cock before slowly pushing you down. You inhaled until you felt him fully in you, Jeff stroked your head whilst giving comforting forehead kisses as you clung onto his shoulder, nails digging crescent shapes beneath the cotton/ polyester blend. 

“You ready?” he whispered between you too,

You looked into his eyes and nodded your head, uncertainty clouding your head at the new position you found your self in. However, before your brain could overthink, Jeff held the side of your hips with both opened palms as he proceeded to bounce you on his length. At first he started you off slowly, his cock stretching's you out deliciously as you felt his tip gently stroke your insides. Small whines and whimpers egged him on, his pace drastically changing, the slow pace turning to rabid and animalistic. Your angelic noises, now sinful. Jeff was mesmerized at the view above him, and was struggling not cum on the spot there, as your tits bounced and your moans echoed in his ears and implanted themselves in his memories for later.

You was almost close, The harshness of his vigorous movements had the tip of his cock repeatedly hitting your spot. You felt yourself clutch your eyes tight as the coil in your lower abdomen did too. Jeff quickly placed his left thumb on your clit and started rubbing it sporadically, the sudden added sensation bringing you over the edge and consequently, Jeff as well. Both your hands slapped onto the fogged up drivers window as you came, leaving behind your overlapped handprints before Jeff interlaced your fingers to bring the back of your hand to his lips.

It was now a comfortable silence lulling the both of you, lost for words or even unable to bring about a topic of conversation. That was before Jeff’s exhausted voice floated through the calm air.

“Green looks good on you”

You smiled lazily back at him, still a bit heady and incoherent but managing to whisper, smile still planted on your lips. “I could say the same to you..”

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[llovelyangel]

#jeff wittek #vinnie hacker #jeffs barbershop

[witteks-alva]

JEFF NEEDS TO COLLAB WITH SALLYS SLICES ON TIKTOK!!! LITERALLY

#jeff wittek #jeffs barbershop #jefffm

[jinx-on-mars-19xx]

#omg 👀👀👀🖤🖤🖤 #yungblud #dominic harrison #dom harrison #black hearts club #bhc #jeffs barbershop #jeff wittek #Youtube

[jeffchats]

Jeff back to being active on Snapchat is trouble 😂

#jeffwittek #jeff wittek #jeff’s barbershop #jefffm #lmao

[100yearoldcomics]

June 28, 1922 Mutt and Jeff by Bud Fisher: "Jeff Had a Close Shave from Getting a Close Shave"

[ID: Jeff stands around outside, chatting with his friend Gus, who wears a light striped suit. /end] Jeff: Say, Gus, do you know of a good barber out here in "Floral Park"? I need a shave. Gus: Sure! There's a new one out here. He's opened a swell shop.

[ID: They strut along down the road towards the barber. /end] Jeff: Fred always shaves me in town, but I don't know any barbers out here on Long Island. Gus: Come on, I'll show you where his new shop is.

[ID: Jeff sits on a wooden chair, waiting for the barber to finish up with his customer. /end] Barber: I'll be through in a second. Jeff: Gee! I'm glad Gus showed me a good barber. My face is so tender that most barbers ruin me.

[ID: The barber turns around, straight razor in his hand, and reveals himself to be... /end] Mutt: NEXT! Jeff: ?

[ID: Jeff nervously struts out of Mutt's barbershop. /end] Jeff: Never mind!

#newspaper comics #vintage #history #1922 #mutt and jeff #transcript available #1920s #barbershop #a close shave

[legit9thlunaticwarrior]

I got another one! You’ll love it! 😇

I wanna request this one specifically for you! 76. unrequited love that is now requited, and a kiss that proves it from the a hundred different kisses prompts & “i wish i could hate you.” from the 200 random dialogue prompts with Angelo Parker, your true love ❤️

cant get no peace in this dollhouse. yes the title is a dodie clark song

|remember to leave feedback and i love all you heathens|

'Would You Be So Kind?' Angelo Parker (Jeff) x fem!reader

gif from @junglehooks

👔 you were like a lovesick puppy when it came to jeff. some would call it an obsession. it wasn't to you though

👔 the two of you were no strangers; having worked in nxt together in years past, but it was like he never noticed you

👔 kiera couldn't wrap her head around how blind you are. he always asked about you. after all: hogan does know best

👔 what you like to do outside of work. favorite things. how he should approach you

👔 she started to feel caught in the middle so she enlisted the help of one of his stablemates: tay melo. tay was a friend of yours and knew she'd want to assist

👔 tay had tampered with that switchblade comb he carries with him everywhere. you were known as a little tinkerer on the roster so she would direct him to you

👔 "i told you to stop flipping it open and closed when you don't need to." matt scolded. tay piped up to mention you could fix it

👔 "you can ask Y/N. she fixed that stereo for max and anthony, i'm sure she can fix your brush."

👔 "it's a comb, for the millionth time." he corrected her, "where can i find her?" she directed him to catering and texted kiera that the plan was in motion

👔 he found you talking to kiera. whatever it was, you seemed to be passionate about it. he saw your eyes had an even more beautiful shimmer in them as you spoke.

👔 "hey, Y/N, uh, could you maybe," he cleared his throat nervously, "maybe help me with this comb? i don't know what happened to it and i know you're great at fixing things."

👔 you could feel the nerves kicking in and when you turned to kiera, she was gone.

👔 "uh, yeah! sit down and lemme see it?" he quickly took the now vacant seat next to you and handed you the retro hair tool. "how long have you had this? i haven't seen one of these things since my days of going to the barbershop with my nana to pick pop up." you asked as you examined the comb

👔 "i don't remember at this point, couple years now." he put his arm around the back of the chair you were sitting in and leaned closer to you; watching your eyes determine the problem

👔 a moment had passed and "ahha i see! couple screws are a little loose. easy fix." you turned your head and noticed how close he was. "is it something you can do now? it's okay if no-"

👔 he shut his mouth when he saw you remove a pin from your hair and manipulate the shape of it to accommodate the tiny screws. you pulled the loose ones out to check if they were stripped and he couldn't help but watch in awe

👔 how the piece of hair, that was now free from the tiny metal confinement, flowed to frame your pretty face perfectly. your tongue poking out through your teeth and locked in eyes focused on fixing the comb;

👔 truly lost in his own thoughts until your hand waved in front of his face gently "um, jeff? she's all fixed." you handed him the comb but he just sat there after taking it. "can i ask you something?" you nodded your head a bit

👔 "how come, after all the time we spent in nxt, did we not talk?" you thought for a second about answering with a lie. oh i don't know. maybe because you took up half my brain space? almost every other girl we worked with you flirted with but never with me? that for years 'i was completely and irrevocably in love with' you but you never even looked at me? is not what anyone needed to hear... or so you thought

👔 "is that true?" he asked. it had dawned on you that everything just spilled out when it wasn't supposed to. you would have happily taken it to the grave. you sighed, but nodded in defeat. "i thought you didn't like me. or hated me for that matter. i thought there was something wrong with me."

👔 his hand came up to your face and stroked your cheek with his thumb, "hate you? i wish i could hate you. i never thought i had a chance with you. the first day you walked into the performance center i wanted to talk to you." you noticed him looking from your eyes to your lips and back. you couldn't stop yourself from biting your lip nervously

👔 his thumb moved down to pull it from your teeth. he looked in your eyes, silently asking for permission, to which you nodded yes

👔 it was gentle, yet oh so passionate

👔 "i know that one kiss can't make up for all those years lost, but i can try."

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[jules-has-notes]

2017 Napa Valley A Cappella Extravaganza — VoicePlay live performances

VoicePlay on stage in Napa — photo by Haley Olson

Three years after their previous appearance, VoicePlay returned to northern California as the professional headliners for the annual high school and collegiate vocal festival in Yountville.

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J.None was excited to hit the road with the guys after performing with them at Disney World for the previous two months.

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When you're singing for other a cappella singers, it's hard to go wrong with a little musical theater. VoicePlay has plenty of Broadway material in their repertoire, and this was the most recent addition at the time.

Details:

title: Seasons of Love

original performers: cast of Rent (1996)

written by: Jonathan Larson

arranged by: VoicePlay & AJ Rafael

performance date: 28 January 2017

My favorite bits:

J.None's smooth timbre on the opening lines

the way they seamlessly pass the lead vocals around (But why doesn't Layne get a turn? 😞)

that momentary silence before they start the first chorus

when the rhythm section really kicks in 🥁🎸

Earl's crystal clear high tone on the second verse

that jazzy harmonized riff from Eli, J, and Earl

the layers of sound in the final chorus

such a lovely ending chord

Trivia:

As Geoff mentions in the intro, the guys had recorded this song as a collaboration with AJ Rafael in October, and the video premiered on his YouTube channel a couple weeks before this performance.

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VoicePlay refuse to be confined to any one genre of music. They've tackled everything from barbershop to hard rock, country to sea shanties, pop ballads to orchestral pieces. So why not revisit the rap hits of their youth?

Details:

title: Aca Top 10 – Old School Rap

original songs / performers: "La-Di-Da-Di" by Slick Rick & Doug E. Fresh; [0:16] "Going Back to Cali" by LL Cool J; [0:32] "Push It" by Salt-n-Pepa; [0:56] "Parents Just Don’t Understand" by DJ Jazzy Jeff & the Fresh Prince; [1:09] "Bust A Move" by Young MC; [1:32] "It's Tricky" by Run-DMC; [1:49] "Just A Friend" by Biz Markie; [2:12] "Ice Ice Baby" by Vanilla Ice; [2:21] "The Humpty Dance" by Digital Underground; [2:44] "Rapper's Delight" by the Sugarhill Gang; [3:10] "Walk This Way" by Run-DMC & Aerosmith

written by: "La-Di-Da-Di" by Douglas "Doug E. Fresh" Davis & Richard "Slick Rick" Walters; "Going Back to Cali" by Rick Rubin & James "LL Cool J" Smith; "Push It" by Hurby "Luv Bug" Azor & Ray Davies; "Parents Just Don’t Understand" by Pete Harris, Will "Fresh Prince" Smith, Jeffrey "DJ Jazzy Jeff" Townes; "Bust A Move" by Marvin "Young MC" Young, Matt Dike, & Michael Ross; "It's Tricky" by Joseph "Rev. Run" Simmons, Darryl "DMC" McDaniels, Doug Fieger, & Berton Averre; "Just A Friend" by Marcel "Biz Markie" Hall; "Ice Ice Baby" by Robert "Vanilla Ice" Van Winkle, Mario Johnson, Queen, & David Bowie; "The Humpty Dance" by Earl Humphrey, Gregory "Shock G" Jacobs, & George Clinton; "Rapper's Delight" by Bernard Edwards, Nile Rodgers, Sylvia Robinson, Henry "Big Bank Hank" Jackson, Michael "Wonder Mike" Wright, Guy "Master Gee" O'Brien, Curtis "Grandmaster Caz" Brown, & William Hankshaw; "Walk This Way" by Joseph "Rev. Run" Simmons, Darryl "DMC" McDaniels, Steven Tyler, & Joe Perry

arranged by: Geoff Castellucci

performance date: 28 January 2017

My favorite bits:

Layne kicking things off with some old school beatboxing

Earl recreating the breathy part in "Push It"

Eli handling the scratching in the back during "Parents"

the middle three busting some lowkey moves as the lyrics instruct them to do

everybody bouncing to the beat during "Tricky"

Geoff continuing the "Ice Ice Baby" bass line under "The Humpty Dance" after the other guys leave him hanging

Eli showing off some slides in "Rapper's Delight"

J's little wave in response to the "hello" in the lyrics

the record skip effect at the end of "Walk This Way"

Trivia:

The guys originally recorded this countdown live in the studio, where they could do as many takes as they wanted. It's even more impressive seeing them perform it in front of an audience.

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This video is missing the very beginning because the fan who recorded it got over-excited about them actually performing the song live. But how could they possibly resist singing the theme to one of the most beloved TV shows set in San Francisco when they were just north the city itself?

Details:

title: Everywhere You Look

original performers: Carly Rae Jepsen & Butch Walker for Fuller House (2016)

written by: Jesse Frederick, Bennett Salvay, & Jeff Franklin for Full House (1987)

arranged by: Layne Stein

performance date: 28 January 2017

My favorite bits:

the bouncy descending bass line leading into the chorus

Eli and J grooving along to their own harmonies

Earl's scooping crescendo as a transition into the second verse

the call and response of ♫ "never go away" ♫ "like the Olsen twins" ♫ 👭

that quick crisp diction of the ♫ "how do you know… " ♫ section

hearing a few audience members shout "Hey!" in time with the guys

that big coordinated descending riff at the end

Trivia:

This song was the second entry in VoicePlay's PartWork series, performed entirely by multiple versions of Earl and Layne.

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Additional photos

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Before they flew out of San Francisco the next day, J.None took a side trip to meet up with a friend, see a bit of the city, and get some fresh air.

#VoicePlay #live performance #a cappella #music #video #traveling musicians #behind the scenes #long post

[neon-lights-and-glitter]

I think Jeff needs to fix jacks haircut.

Ugh yes, also, imagine the content we’d get from it. 😫 starting a petition for Jack to go on Jeff’s barbershop right now 😫😫

#anon

[abbatoirablaze]

Down The Rabbit Hole, Chapter 16

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: mention of violence, sexual harassment/assault, anger

“Archie DeCoste,” you groaned as you sipped on your morning coffee and spoke with your boyfriend, “Dean Pelton wants us to go and impress him on the walkthrough they’re doing today and I-“

“I know,” he smiled, walking around the island to press a kiss to your cheek.  You all but preened when you felt his hand on your lower back in an attempt to soothe you, “I agreed to help Annie, Britta, and the dean on the tour today.”

You turned to look at him, surprise lacing your features, “you what?  Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I wanted to surprise you,” he smiled, shrugging his shoulders, “see…I can help out Greendale.  I mean, it’s given me a lot over the years.  An education…a group of misfit friends who really, it feels like I’m a guardian for…and you.”

“Greendale is making you soft,” you teased, leaning into him, “why am I just hearing about it now, though?  I thought that you wanted to go to Banana Republic and have a mall day on your off day.  You were practically having an orgasm at the idea last week.”

He shrugged and lifted your mug of coffee to his lips, taking a sip, “what can I say…maybe my girlfriend is the one affecting me, and making me want to be a better man.  Also, Craig said that you were going to help out on the later part of the tour…”

“I have an eight o’clock class, so I won’t be able to help out until after nine thirty.  I’m supposed to meet them somewhere near the cafeteria.” You admitted, only processing the underlying meaning behind his words after your admission came out.  You turned to him, eyes slightly widened, “are you only helping out because you heard that I’m helping out?”

“ME?  Doing something that benefits myself?” he asked, feigning a hurt tone, “Well I would never…”

“Sure you wouldn’t!” you teased.

“Maybe I just want to spend some quality time with my girlfriend,” he shrugged, “and if we happen to be winning some white whale for Greendale, maybe she’ll want to celebrate after!”

“Oh…so there are ulterior motives?” you asked.  He smirked, and turned your head and leaned up, pressing a kiss to the corner of his lips, “and you’re alright with the idea of wasting your only free day this week helping out Greendale?”

“I guess you’ll find out…”

“You’re on, Winger…” you smiled, “and who knows…if you’re a good boy during the tour, maybe you’ll get a special treat when we ‘celebrate’ the win.”

“Well then, I guess I’ll see you there, Professor Michaels.”

You turned around in his arms and wrapped your arms around his neck, “do you mean to tell me that you’re going to be doing the whole tour now?  Not just helping out for a little bit?”

“Oh yeah…I’m just that much of a nice guy!”

“This new Jeff Winger is getting me revved up,” you admitted in a purr, “helpful.  Kind.  Wanting to make Greendale better…this wouldn’t have anything to do with me offering a little something special afterwards, now would it?”

“Oh, it has everything to do with that being your place of work and my special perks!” he grinned, pressing a firm kiss to your lips, “I’ll see you later?”

“Yes, you will!” you smiled, pressing another kiss to his lips, before slipping out of his arms.  You giggled when you felt him playfully smack your ass on the way past, “JEFF WINGER!”

“Tawney Michaels,” he smiled in response as he took another sip from your cup of coffee.  You slid your heels on and ran back over to him, pressing a sweet kiss to his cheek, while stealing your coffee, “HEY!  I was drinking that.”

“Mine first,” you teased, sticking your tongue out playfully as you started towards the door, “love you!”

“Love you too!”

‘Hey…where are you?’

Jeff rolled his eyes as he looked over to Pierce.  Typing his reply, he shut his phone, only for it to buzz once more. 

‘Took me to the barbershop,’ he texted Annie, ‘text me the second I can ditch him.’

“You know, Jeff, I thought you were ignoring me.”

“Things have just been really busy with me and Tawney lately…and then class-“

“Oh yeah…you’re dating Tawney…still.  How’s that going?”

“Really good.  We moved in together at the end of the last school year.  So, we’ve just been getting situated.”

“Take it from a man who was married seven times before, Jeff…sometimes you just have to let a woman take control of the house.”

“Did you do that with your ex-wives?”

“No, no…but I can see something when I see you and Tawney on campus.  You two will last!” he smiled as he sipped on his brandy.

“Thanks….” He said unenthusiastically as he continued to scroll through his phone, seeing if he had a message from you, “hey Pierce…you know I can tell why you like this shop.  It really is special.”

“Well, if you really like the place so much, why don’t you gay marry it?’ Pierce joked.  Jeff couldn’t help but laugh with the rest of the guys, “you probably didn’t notice it, Jeff, but I’ve subtly been trying to get us some alone time.  I mean…so that we could talk, guy to guy.”

“I might have picked up on that.”

“I’m no stranger to father issues,” Pierce began, as he swirled his drink, “so I know that confronting your dad couldn’t have been easy, and I just wanted to say that I’m proud of you.”

Jeff leaned back into the chair as he let the moment sink in, “well…if you’re so proud, why don’t you gay marry me?”

The shop started laughing once more as they cheered. 

“Oh hey, your phone’s buzzing,” Pierce smiled, picking up Jeff’s phone to look at it, “oh and it’s from Annie you sly dog.”

Jeff’s eyes went wide as he looked at Pierce and reached for his phone, “Pierce, no-“

“Need more time.  Keep Pierce busy!” he read, “keep me busy?”

“Look, the group is giving the big shot some tour,” he explained, “so it’s my job to keep you busy.  You know you get jealous.”

“So that’s why you spent the day with me?” he asked, “you drew the short straw.”

“Well, that’s how it started. But then I really did end up having a good time.”

“Yeah, I used to regret not having a son to bring here,” he mused, “I’m glad I didn’t have kids.  They just end up disappointing you.”

Jeff sighed as Pierce got up and left. 

“Shit…”

“DELTA CUBES!  DELTA CUBES!  DELTA CUBES!”

“Why does the dean have his pants down?” Jeff asked as he walked into the aftermath of the party in the cafeteria, “and what is going on?”

“Hey, who’s the hottie?” Archie asked, a smile gracing his features as he all but lit up, looking at you.

“Excuse me?”

“Professor Michaels, this is Archie Decoste, the newest Greendalian!”

“Wait, she’s a professor?” Archie grinned, “What does she teach?  Hottie 101?  Oh, please tell me you teach it in a bikini!”

You looked over to your boyfriend, the grip on your waist getting a little tighter as he found himself getting upset over what Archie was saying.  You put your hand on his chest, “Jeff…”

“I’m going to get us some coffee!” Jeff said firmly, not wanting to dig himself a hole, “Do you want your usual?”

“Thanks!” you smiled, giving him a gentle kiss. 

“Hey…what do you say you leave Seacrest and get with me?” Archie smirked, “my dad is loaded, and I have a jet ski…well I will, when I go buy a new one.  I sank the last one.”

You grimaced, “pass!”

“Awww, come on!” he smiled, “I just agreed to go to your school.”

“Good for you,” you offered, a faux smile gracing your face as you looked to Annie and Craig, “I think I’m going to go get my coffee with Jeff.”

As you were walking away, you squeaked, jumping from your spot. 

Archie had pinched your ass as you walked past. 

Your eyes went wide.

Jeff had forgotten your coffees, and was launching himself towards the new student, his fist flying. His hand collided with the smug rich kid’s face, and your eyes went even wider.  You gasped, your hands rushing to cover your mouth, “OH MY GOD, JEFF!”

“ARCHIE!” Dean Pelton gasped, going for the now on the ground student, “oh my god, are you okay, Archie?”

“WHAT THE HELL?”

“JEFFREY!” Dean Pelton yelled, “What did you do?”

“Hey, hey, HEY!  It’s Sophie B Hawkins!”

Britta’s jaw nearly dropped as she saw Sophie B. Hawkins and her band following behind her into the cafeteria.  You stopped with Pierce at the door to the cafeteria, your boyfriend glancing at you in disbelief.

“Tawney…she totally Britta’d it,” Jeff laughed as he shook his head, “she was going on and on about ignoring gender stereotypes, and she thought she was trying to talk about Susan B. Anthony, not Sophie B. Hawkins.”

You looked between your boyfriend and back to your phone, where you’d just had a phone call with a very distraught Britta, “Jeff…I’m sure that you don’t need to rub it in.  She probably feels horrible about it!”

“Of course I do,” he grinned, “she was so headstrong about it.  I mean, I would have just let it go if she admitted that she was wrong and messed it all up, but she kept acting like it was her intention.  And now she’s stuck planning a party around the singer who’s most famous song was ‘Damn I Wish I Was Your Lover!’  It’s irony at it’s best.”

“Jeff-“

Jeff’s brow furrowed as he watched your expression, and how you were not finding enjoyment out of it like he was, “don’t you think it’s funny, Tawney?”

“I think you’re being really tough on her.”

“You can’t be serious,” he groaned, “I mean, how would you think I was being too tough on her if-SHE CALLED YOU!”

You frowned, looking away from your phone once more, “yeah…okay.  Maybe she did…”

“Tawney…she’s not telling you everything.”

“So, you guys didn’t make fun of her for it and practically push her into planning a dance around someone when she made an honest mistake?”

This time Jeff frowned, and he sighed, “Tawney….”

“Have you guys ever realized that sometimes you have the tendency to really bully some people into things, Jeff?” you asked sadly, “not just you, but the whole group.  And it’s not just Britta…she’s just the most recent target of it.”

“What?  No we don’t.”

“Need I bring up the Germans again?”

Jeff scowled, “that was one time…”

“The whole campus was mad at you guys, Jeff.”

“Well…I can’t go apologize to Britta!” he admitted after a second.

“Why not?”

“Because….she…we…I just can’t…okay…”

“So then, you would be okay if I helped her?”

His jaw nearly dropped, “oh don’t tell me that she conned you into this too!”

“She didn’t con me into anything, Jeff…I’m helping a friend.”

Britta stepped down off the stage, and everyone began cheering as Sophie introduced herself and the band before playing.  You made your way through the cafeteria and to Britta.

“How did you-“

“I had help!” you admitted, pointing to Pierce.  He gave a nervous smile but stayed in his spot.  Jeff walked over to the two of you, disbelief crossing his features.

“Did you do all this?’

“If it’s possible to make something happen by willing it to happen then yes, I did!” Britta said in her own state of disbelief. 

Jeff looked at you over her head, ‘you?’ 

You only smiled at him.

Then out of nowhere the music stopped.  You looked back up to the stage to see Abed had grabbed the microphone and was scanning the crowd, “I have something to say.  I met a girl here tonight.  Her name was Rachel!  I met her and it was very pleasant.  And I made a mistake.  And now I’d very much like to continue this conversation in private.”

He left the stage and Sophie sighed into the microphone, “Wow…viva lost love!”

A bunch of people cheered as she began the song once more. 

Jeff held his hand out to you, but looked at Britta, “do you mind if I take my girlfriend for a spin on the dance floor.”

“Go for it!” she smiled, gesturing between he two of you.

“Mr. Winger?” you asked, taking his hand in yours.

“Miss. Michaels…” he smiled, pulling you into his arms.

Chapter 17

Tag List:  @lohnes16, @mckeeee-1

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Hi - have you any fic where one or both are hairdressers? Thanks

Enjoy! ~Lynne

Barbershop Quartet by PaellaIsComplicated

AU where Kurt never visited Dalton.

Now it’s December of 2016 and Kurt has graduated from NYADA. He’s having trouble getting cast in anything and loses his apartment after he and Adam break up. So when he inherits an apartment in Hackensack, NJ from a great-aunt he doesn’t remember meeting, he decides spending a few months cleaning the place out will give him time to regroup.

Blaine opened a barber shop and lives in Hackensack, NJ with his friends Nick and Jeff from Dalton. He’s worried about making a success of his business, but not too worried to be intrigued when an attractive guy moves into the neighborhood.

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Make Me Over by klainehairkink

Kurt’s gone through a bad breakup and rushes to the nearest salon to get a new haircut, Blaine the hairdresser helps him and they get talking, ending up with Blaine asking him out

One-shots: Make Me Over Extras

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Just a Trim by legallyblained

Kurt is a hairdresser, and he’s about to close the shop when Blaine comes in asking for a cut. Kurt manages to squeeze him in (cheap pun very much intended).

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Wedding Day Blues by pulling-the-puzzles-apart

AU Klaine Blaine meets hairstylist!Kurt when he has his hair styled for his wedding day but what will happen if the wedding doesn’t happen?

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Salon Treatment by Star55

Blaine has a hair appointment with the most attractive hair stylist he’s ever seen.

#klaine fanfiction #klaine fanfic #fic finder #hairdresser!Blaine #hairdresser!Kurt

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just how- 🥵🥵

#jeff wittek #jeffs barbershop

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#jeff wittek #jeffs barbershop

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November 11, 2023 Livestream

-was at his kitchen table with Steven and Kyle

-announced that he’s going to stop doing livestreams on Patreon and do them on TikTok. Was saying that he’s going to be begging for money during this stream. (Like an anon said, a bad attempt at jokes).

-Said he was taking Steven to either Disneyland or World but I think that was also a joke.

-they were going to Friendsgiving at Tim Dillon’s house after the live. Jeff asked Steven if they are bringing anything (hopefully they did, omg). Said Kyle got the invite to go which is strange since Jeff is the famous one. I know Tana knows him but he didn’t mention if she’d also be there. They made some jokes about since Tim is gay he might try to get with Steven and Kyle. More attempts at bad jokes.

-someone asked about Sicily and Jeff said the trio has been postponed until January because they aren’t ready in time. Not sure what exactly that means but maybe the contract with the soccer team isn’t done?

-said he had to donate $3,500 to charity in order to race in the NY marathon.

-asked about the cheating comment (thank you for asking anon!). He laughed and said he was trying to make a joke that obviously didn’t work. He said he wasn’t in a relationship when he was in Colombia and he didn’t cheat. He just had some fantasy fling with a girl there. Wished he could’ve edited that out and would’ve if it had been his show. Said he’s going to quit Impaulsive because of it (joking again but with a straight face and tone as always).

-doesn’t have plans for his birthday.

-something about partying in Puerto Rico with Jake? Doing secret stuff that wasn’t filmed? I had to step away for a sec so I missed it - can anyone clarify?

-they will finally be launching the Jeff’s Barbershops Amazon store, a new website, Black Friday sale, hair oil out next week (we’ve heard this for a year now), working on a fragrance also

-read a comment asking about Vince and said under his breath that he doesn’t give a shit. No lawsuit updates (it’s weird when people ask about that imo)

-Mike wanted him to go to F1 and told him every girl would be out there 🙄 Jeff said he knew Mike would be out late every night and partying and he did not want to go. (Good for him for actually not forcing himself to do something he didn’t want to for once). Wasn’t interested in the women I guess.

-said life’s been good lately and the team is organized 👀

-said he’ll try to get Wiz Khalifa on the Barbershop

-wants to do the NY marathon again. Said he will do the LA marathon.

-thinks Kid Laroi would be a good guest

-filmed a hunch of barbershoo episodes

-planning two new series

-wants to do another fitness series

-someone told him he owes some

lives and he said he will do them. he wasn't aware? 🙄

-said he's heard Patreon might be going out of business so he said if that happens he would do the subscription option on Youtube. **nothing is official yet so don't freak out anyone.**

-the live saved so you can watch the replay

Thank you!!

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Kendrick Lamar’s Pulitzer Prize just shows how far hip-hop has taken us

Jazz, rock and R&B all help us define who we are and show that ‘times are a-changin’

Jeff RiversApril 23, 2018

When Kendrick Lamar, a 30-year-old rapper, won the Pulitzer Prize for music, it was as if the millennials had followed the baby boomers in having one of their defining philosophers venerated in an unexpected way. In 2016, Bob Dylan, a bard for baby boomers — and, we like to think, for the ages — won the Nobel Prize in literature “for having created new poetic expressions within the great American song tradition.” He was the first songwriter to win the Nobel Prize in the literature category.

And earlier this month, Lamar won a Pulitzer Prize for his DAMN. recording, the first hip-hop artist to win in the music category.

Dylan’s surprising Nobel Prize win changed the conversation and the definitions of what could be considered literature, just as hip-hop and rap have challenged many notions about music and art.

Still, when I think of it, I heard a vague inkling of rap’s rise to primacy, if not Lamar’s Pulitzer Prize, in a Hartford, Connecticut, barbershop, although I didn’t know what I was hearing. Here is what happened.

Years ago, a man I think of as “Conscious Bob” led a conversation about music at a Hartford barbershop where he worked. I think of the man as “Conscious Bob” because Bob was his name and he once told anyone and everyone in the shop that he didn’t watch BET because there was nothing on the cable channel for a “conscious brother.”

As Bob talked, the 30-something government worker and barber brushed his shoulder-length locs from his shoulders. He was tall and thin, tightly coiled like one of those skinny cigars that cowboys smoked in 1960s Italian westerns.

Bob acted as the music conversation’s conductor, pointing his clippers at the participants when it was their turn to talk, even me.

I don’t usually talk in black barbershops; through the years, I’ve learned so much by listening. Black barbershops span the generations and our economic and color spectrums. Barbers, patrons and folks, just passing time, drop knowledge on everything from surviving bad bosses to surviving too much of a good time.

Consequently, when that barbershop conversation turned to music, I perked up. I like to think I know a little about music. Besides being a great fan of pop, rhythm and blues and the Great American Songbook, I’ve also written about jazz and classical music as a newspaper journalist.

But this conversation, though erudite, passionate and quick-moving, never landed on anything I knew much about. A baby boomer, I was about 10 to 15 years older than the other guys in the barbershop.

So nobody said a word about Marvin Gaye’s What’s Going On. Nobody said anything about Stevie Wonder’s Innervisions or Miles Davis’ Kind of Blue. And not a word was spoken about Pet Sounds by the Beach Boys,the Beatles’ Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band or Bob Dylan’s Highway 61 Revisited and Blonde on Blonde, all celebrated masterworks, especially by baby boomers.

According to the consensus in the barbershop, the greatest albums (showing my age with that term) were all produced by rap artists, especially Nas, especially illimatic. I was out of it.

Damn.

In those days, I did little more than sample rap and its scandals and feuds, just enough to be current in a very surface way. But the barbershop conversation long ago announced to me that my generation’s grip on what was hip was loosening with time; the hip-hop generation was replacing the rock and soul generation’s bards, philosophers and gods. Nas and those who followed him would be venerated the way my cohorts had celebrated, even worshipped, Bob Dylan, the Beatles and Marvin Gaye.

Indeed, since my Hartford barbershop revelation, hip-hop and R&B have replaced rock as America’s favorite genre of music. The Pulitzer Prize-winning musical Hamiltonhas used rap to cast a multiracial and multicultural gaze upon the nation’s founding and its founders. And Barack Obama, the nation’s first black president, a baby boomer with millennial tastes in technology and music, has put rap on his playlist and the nation’s, including “Humble” from Lamar’s DAMN. recording.

Some lament the change that the rise of hip-hop and rap represent. They look backward to a time when America and the world danced to an American Motown beat or sound or a British Merseybeat or sound.

But no generation, no race, no single worldview can be the sole arbiter of what is hip, what music is serious and whose artists are important, at least not forever. The world makes no apology for that.

Damn.

A young Bob Dylan once told all who knew how to listen in the ’60s, the times are changing. It’s time to celebrate change.

DAMN. winning the Pulitzer prize signals a change that has been happening all around us for decades.

Today, hip-hop and rap, rippling crosscurrents, are broadening and deepening the mainstream in the arts and beyond, just as rock and jazz did before it.

Kendrick Lamar wins the Pulitzer Prize, and it is just the latest and most salient evidence of the change Dylan, now 76, once heralded: the change that always comes before most people know they need it.

A graduate of Hampton University, Jeff Rivers worked for Ebony, HBO and three daily newspapers, winning multiple awards for his columns. Jeff and his wife live in New Jersey and have two children, a son Marc and a daughter Lauren.

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Jeff and his niece Christmas 2023.

#jeff wittek #jeffwittek #jeff’s barbershop #jefffm #Jeff’s niece looks so much like him lmao