Andrew Doesnt Like Whne People Touch His Things, He Doesnt Share And Neil Is His. When A Small Fangroup

I am not over this. Aiden and Taylor were so ready to kill a man. Like yeah Ben ran at him too, but he wasnt so controlled by anger to not think. That is the face of a person ready to murder a human being no second thoughts. I love it and hate it. Like yes protect your girl but also the trauma you have to go through to get to this point 😭

Fast pass spoiler aidelyn

God he was SO mad

like: RGRRHR GET THE F*CK AWAY FROM HER 👹👹👹

HE'S LIKE AN ANGRY CAT WITH RABIES

AND I WILL DRAW THIS 👹👹👹👹

You know whats sad to think about, when Andrew was searching the stadium for Neil after the riot, if he had tried calling him and thats how he found his bag/racket/phone, it would have been the ringtone on repeat of the lyrics "runaway train never going back" when he found out neil was kidnapped. I bet that haunted him, he was high when he made that ringtone, as a joke, Neil was a little rabbit always on the run, but he gave him the phone as a way to stay and that option was dropped, left in the dirt and blaring at him that Neil isn't coming back, and then theres kevin in his ear.

"Where is he?"

"Its too late. If his fathers men found him hes dead already."

"Where is he!"

"You were always going to lose him."

I bet it was the first time he ever regretted something. Letting him go. He promised to back down, to let him loose and now he's gone. Those words probably echoed in his head, "I need you to let me go." He had agreed, but never to this, never to him being taken. But Neil wasn't his, there was no 'this', Neil has no ties to Andrew, but he still wanted to tear the world apart to find him because losing him was not an option.

Dare I say Andreil

Jeremy is trying so desperately to claw his way out of the hole his family has thrown him in, all the while his lifeline was cut, there is nothing to hold onto.

And yet, when it comes to his friends trying to climb through their struggles, he gives them tips and footholds, explains how to hold your weight without losing your grip because maybe he cant climb any higher, but they still are tethered to the top, to a bright future beyond all of this, so he smiles and hides the frayed, broken bits that are left of his lifeline, hoping to watch them make it to the top, knowing he wont.

Jean spent years at the bottom, unmoving, not knowing how to climb out, not willing to try. He never had a lifeline to begin with and the steep walls were an impossible feat. But Neil threw him a lifeline and he unwilling tangled into it, eventually realizing he can get out he can be free. And of course he notices the bright sunshine child, the man that radiates in the dark and he will linger as long as it takes for him to make him understand that they can do it together. Jeremy can latch into Jeans lifeline and they can climb out together. With Jeremys experience and Jeans unending determination, they can carve a future into a world that was against them.

Idk where I was going with this but we ended up here 🙃

what if when jean finds out about jeremy’s mother withholding his documents, the first thing he does is go and confront jeremy about it? “why did I not know before? I am your partner! why didn’t you tell me?”

he’s overrun by a sense of betrayal and that feeling is very quickly met head-on with jeremy’s own guilt, but also every other intense feeling that comes with knowing that your future isn’t really yours to have.

and this is how they have their first real, heated argument. getting in each other’s faces, one to demand answers because seriously how could jeremy not tell him? and the other to finally let their heart bleed out with things like “what would it matter? what could you change, jean? I don’t have a choice—“

and this is how we get jeremy crying in front of jean for the first time. they’re both hot with emotion and jeremy’s face is flushed while his hands shake and he just starts sobbing. and jean is so taken aback that all he can do is go quiet and stare.

jeremy’s eyes look almost black through his tears and jean listens as jeremy breaks down, spouting out every awful thought that’s been plaguing him all these months. how he doesn’t have a choice about law school, about how he doesn’t have a choice— he has to stay at home where they don’t love him.

jeremy breaks so sharply that jean can almost hear the jagged pieces of his heart as jeremy crumbles in on himself, and he doesn’t even think before he’s back in jeremy’s space again.

this is how we get jean hugging jeremy for the first time. he pulls jeremy close until jeremy has no choice but to cry into his shirt, and jean holds onto jeremy tighter than he ever has anything else in his life. he lets him cry, his own thoughts and emotions a tornado.

how quickly jean’s heart goes from “how could he not tell me?” to “what can I do?”

because he can’t leave jeremy alone in that darkness now— not knowing how deep it goes. he can’t let go of this sunshine man who has pulled him out of his own hell again and again.

jean can’t. he won’t. so what can he do—?

I kind of love the idea of Jean offering his last name before him and Jeremy are even together, like havent even had their frist kiss yet. Maybe they take Jab on a walk and someone recognizes him and calls him Knox, which just puts him in his standoffish mood, coming to terms with the fact that he does genuinely want to change it. Jean obviously picks up on the discomfort and asks him about it.

"I don't want to be a Knox anymore. I won't take the Wilshire name, I refuse to, but keeping Knox just isn't good for me anymore. It makes me feel stuck I guess. Maybe I should search a list of baby names. Or do you think its legal to simply not have a last name?" Jeremy teases the idea of being simply 'Jeremy Alan' while Jean ponders, eyes on Jab who is now chewing on a bush. Tapping Jab on the back to distract him from the potentially harmful plant, he states it as a fact "You can use Moreau." Jeremy stops walking, staring dead ahead with a completely blank face.

"What." It comes out on the third try, barely auditable.

"If you wanted, you could be a Moreau." Jean looks at him and Jeremy can feel heat over his entire body.

"I don't think you understand what that might imply to people." Jeremy tries to keep his voice steady, still avoiding Jeans eyes.

"I wouldn't mind." And Jean smiles, a soft genuine smile, to which Jeremy loses every bit of composure he had. Jab circles at Jeremys feet, wanting to keep moving. Jeremy finally brings himself to look at Jean, his knees nearly giving out at the peaceful look of...longing.

"You would actaully want that?" A small spike of panic rises when Jean full body turns to face him.

"Jeremy Moreau." Jean nods, as if agreeing to the way it sounds on his lips. The heavy feeling of butterflies swarming Jeremys stomach has him feeling light headed.

"Yeah." He manages to whisper out. "Jeremy Moreau. I could get used to that." Still frozen in place on the sidewalk, Jean reachs a hand out, brushing against Jeremys as he takes the leash. Jean doesn't say anything else, but calmly gets them moving again. Jeremy lingers slightly behind, his gaze locked on Jean, on the way he so naturally walks with Jab, on how none of this conversation seems to weigh on him. Jeremy has a thought, rushing to catch up. "In what context?" He forces the words out before he can second guess himself. Jean says nothing, turning to him, his eyes flicking to Jeremys lips for a split second, then meeting Jeremys'. Jean shrugs, focusing back on the walk, not directly answering and yet Jeremy feels like his heart is going to give out. Jeremy goes to take the leash back, needing a distraction, but Jean grabs his hand, not letting go as he puts their hands down by their sides. Jeremy stares at the concrete, red faced and breathing uneven as he laces their fingers together. It repeats in his head the whole walk home, Jeremy Moreau, Jeremy Moreau, Jeremy Moreau.

This started out as a silly cute JereJean idea I had at work and now I fear it needs a trigger warning 😀 (also I had to rewrite it like 12 times because I kept forgetting to save the draft and closing tumblr)

//TGR SPOLIERS//

//TW: hints of sexual abuse//

ITS WHOLESOME I PROMISE 😭😭

Its the middle of night, Jeremy hasn't been able to sleep, at peace simply staring at the ceiling listening to Jeans breathing. Until eventually his breathing gets faster, more aggravatied and quiet shuffles occasionally fill the air. Jean's having another nightmare. Jeremy debates waking him up, but doesn't get the chance before he startles himself awake. Jean sits up, looking over at him for a brief moment then waves him off as he makes his way to the kitchen. Jeremys not sure if its dismissial for him to go back to sleep or for him not to ask about his dream, not that he ever does. Jeremy debates if he wants to follow and before he makes a conscious decision, hes kicking the blankets off. Jean says nothing as he fills a glass with water, watching in a half asleep daze as jeremy leans against the counter.

"Why are you up?" Its not anger or concern, simple curiosity as to why Jeremy followed him. He shrugs in response.

"Cant sleep." He mumbles. Jean only hums in return. Maybe its how deliriously tired he is or maybe its the way he can feel Jeans body heat despite the foot and a half of distance between them, Jeremy can't help, but smile. When Jean quirks an eyebrow at him, its impossible to suppress the giggle. Attempting to force it away, he clears his throat, waving a hand aimlessly.

"Sorry sorry. I'm tired. I don't know." Hes giggling again before he even finishs his sentence.

"Then sleep." Jeans voice isn't demanding, its light and calm, a suggestion. Jeremy shrugs again, watching Jean sip his water.

"I"m content here." He gives a calm smile, closing his eyes for a moment while drawing in a deep breath, he goes into a giggling fit upon the exhale and had to look down to calm himself. "Sorry, sorry, you're just...amusing." he gives a content hum, trying to straighten himself and not explaining his train of thought.

"I didn't do anything." Jean rolls his eyes, but has to shove away the warm fondness that laugh is bringing him. He sips his water for a distraction.

"You don't have to, being here is enough." Jeremy settles himself, if only just and Jean now feels like he's the one unabke to catch his breath. The kitchen is dark, the street light from the curtainless windows being their only light as the world sleeps. The girls blissfully in a slumber in the room over and the house quiet, it seems like they are the only two to exisit in this moment.

Maybe Jean is just as tired as Jeremy because he doesn't recall making the decision to move, maybe its the alluring gravity of Jeremys laugh, or the way he can see the cold prickling at his arms, but he steps closer, reaching around him to set the glass down on the counter. Jeremy reaches back behind him, holding the counter on either side as Jean all but closes their distance. His smile is still there, soft and sleepy. Jean knows he should look away, ignore the bedhead and the way the street lamp glows softly on his skin, but he can't. In a moment of untter out of control impulse, he leans forward, stopping at the last second. His lips a breath away from Jeremys. He can feel him go still, the tension in his muscles, but he doesn't move, doesn't tell him to stop, but he can't take that last irreversible step. The panic rises in him and as he contemplates walking away, "Jean..." Jeremy's breath on his lips nearly makes his knees give out and the gentle tone he speaks in is so clearly a question.

"Can I?" he says without thinking. Jeremys 'yeah' was felt more than heard. Jean barely brushes their lips together in a single, soft kiss. He hesitates to pull away, wanting more. Jeremys fingers wraping into the front of Jeans shirt almost causes him to lean in instead. With his eyes still closed, Jeremy gives the slighest tug of Jean shirt, making him lose every ounce of composure he had. Jean knows he should stop, to not give into the burning hunger in his chest, yet all he can think of is Jeremy's lips on his, his hands in his shirt and his taste in his mouth. The last idea of stopping leaves his mind entirely when Jeremys tongue touches his bottom lip, Jean has him in the counter in seconds, a startling yelp and muffled giggles break the kiss for only a moment, with Jean now inbetween his legs with his hands on his hips, he feels like he could be lost in this forever. That is until Jeremy puts both hands on his chest, slightly pushing him away. His confusion is only answered by Jeremy looking down at Jeans hands, his smile fading into a concerned look, its only then that he realizes he's trembling.

"We can stop." Jeremys voice is still kept a whisper, quieter now that they are so close. The anger in Jeans stomach is almost enough to over take the want, almost. Jeremy must have seen it because he pulls his hands away, opening his mouth, but before he can apologize Jean cuts him off.

"Its not you. I'm not mad at you. I want..this." he hesitates, the hoensty not forthcoming. "but I don't know how to have it." Jeans words are inconsistent and unsure. Jeremy waits, patiently staring at him, almost at his height now that he's on the counter. Jean fights to find the words, tensing and untensing his jaw. When he is slient for several mintues, only then does Jeremy speak.

"If this is too much, that's okay. We will never do anything you don't want to." Jeremy slowly leans forward, pressing their foreheads together.

"This isn't enough." Jean's voice is strained as he pushes against Jeremy, letting a little of his frustrations out via the affection. He doesn't miss the way Jeremys face flushes red, but he also takes note of how he tries to ignore it, to keep Jeans attention here. "But I can't. Not when-" his voice fails at the thought of calloused hands gripping his hair. He can still feel Jeremys kiss on his lips, but its a harsher one that he remembers, more forceful and unrepentant. His scalp tearing, fingernails digging into his wrists, and yelling and teeth- Jean squeezes his eyes closed, gripping tighter at Jeremys waist. He doesn't want to think of any of that when Jeremy is in his arms, when his kiss tasts like coffee and chocolate, the smell of a fresh shower and clean sheets. He is not them.

"It is okay to need time, Jean. I'm not going anywhere. And if you want to do those things, okay. But I won't do them if you're not okay." Jeremys hands are soft on his cheeks, a ghost of a touch as he craddles his face. "I don't want to hurt you." If Jean were any further, he wouldn't have heard him, the words barely a breath in his face. Those words, he's saying them to himself. Jean can feel the fire in his chest churning and it feels like hes burning alive with hunger, but for once, he isn't afraid. Jean pulls his head away, only for a moment as he lowers to Jeremys shoulder, trailing his hands up his waist to his torso in a gentle squeeze. Jeremy doesn't hesitate to hug him back, fingers curling into his hair and ankles tucking around his knees. Jean jumps a bit when Jeremy buries his face into Jeans neck, but he settles in quickly, all of the tension leaving his body as Jeremy tuns soft fingers along his shoulder blades.

Hugs. Jean thinks. A cool evening breeze. Rainbows. Open roads. Friends. Fireworks. Fathers. Hugs.

I think this is probably what Aiden is most afriad of. He saw how badly Ben was hurt, not just physically, but he watched him spiral, loose his voice in every sense of the word, turn into a volient unsoothable person, Aiden became the person Ben is codependent on. He watched as Ben lost the thing he loved most. Of course this would be his worst nightmare, he knows how horrible it was for Ben and Im sure that in some way, he probably blames himself. For not being able to do more, for not helping Ben find his voice, for not protecting him in the first place. Ugh, I could go on about this forever, I really hope Red gives us more of the cousins. I want more of their relationship 🥲

Something abt the history book on the shelf repeating itself ?

throws up

I need Jeremy knox to have a wild side. I have this image in my brain that he has a switch that flips every once in a while. A very rare one, one he tries to out grow and put behind him, but on really good days when he wants to be high on life, he lets it go. Im talking drifting down back roads, doing donuts in parking lots, throwing fireworks into the bonfires, high school redneck level wild side. I want to watch this man chug a beer and flirt a man into submission without even trying. I want to see Jean be amused, moritfied and jealous that Jeremy can be so in love with life to the point of being risky. I need Cat and Laila to have a "oh shit, here we go" moment right before it happens because my god he has that smile, that stupid glint he gets in his eyes before he dives in. I adore his gentle side and how he wants to help everyone and be a good team captain, but I want the nights where he sets that aside and needs to be reigned in before he hurts himself.

The idea of them dancing is so sweet! Jeremy teaching Jean to two step, Jean fumbling around but enjoying it anyway. Jeremys laughter as he twirls himself in Jeans arms AHH my babies!!

Hear me out

After Jeremy properly moves in with them, the floozies have days when they put music on and have a "special" dinner. Cat, Laila Jean and Jeremy invite the rest. Jean and Cat are obviously the one's who cook. Cody' chatting with them in tge kitchen. Cat put her special playlist on, Laila turns the volume up Xavier, Nabil, Min, Ananya, Laila and Jeremy are just dancing around together. Xavier makes Nabil do swirls. Cody & Cat occasionally sings together when Cat is not occupied that much with preparing the dinner. And they do an OUTSTANDING performance of "The thrill of first love". Jean likes those special dinners, loves looking at the others having fun. Family - he thinks. His head is even movibg with the rythm of music automatically. He doesn't even notce it but Jeremy does. So Jeremy goes up to Jean streched his hands in fron of him. Jean frowns confused but put's his palms into the other man's. Jeremy puts his arm around Jean's waist and leads them into a dance. Jean is tense at first, moves a little akwardly but Jeremy helps him relax. And they dance together. After the song finishes they stop dancing the others are cheering for them, Cat calls them to help her prepare the table. Jeremy kisses Jean on the cheek. And Jean grabs his chin and gives him a kiss on the mouth.

Thats my vision. God I love the floozies.