Some Of My Fav Out Of Context Quotes For My Current WIP :

Never lose sight of why you started

thinking about how Jeremy knows that Jean is afraid of water but not necessarily that he was waterboarded at evermore.

thinking about how Jean knows that Jeremy got clean off coke but not necessarily that he spent 5 weeks in rehab.

thinking about how Jeremy takes the stairs with Jean because Jean is claustrophobic but he doesn’t know Jean was locked in a box.

thinking about how Jean lets Jeremy nap instead of practicing because he’s tired but doesn’t know he’s fallen asleep driving.

thinking about how Jeremy knows Jean had feelings for Kevin but not how deep the pain of Kevin’s betrayal truly goes.

thinking about how Jean has no idea that Jeremy was left high and dry by the first man that was more than just a hookup to him.

thinking about how Jeremy doesn’t know Jean cried so hard he almost vomited after Grayson’s attacks back in the Nest.

thinking about how Jean doesn’t know that Bryson has threatened to plant drugs if Jeremy doesn’t fail the LSAT.

thinking about how Jeremy doesn’t know that Jean has had his life sworn away to a man who can and will use him as an income.

thinking about how Jean doesn’t know that Jeremy’s entire life and future are locked away somewhere that Jeremy doesn’t even know.

thinking about how Jeremy doesn’t know that Jean wouldn’t have lived in any other life.

thinking about how Jean doesn’t know that Jeremy would’ve been waiting forever for him.

just thinking about them and what they don’t know about each other.

also on a lighter note:

thinking about how Jeremy doesn’t know that Jean crushed hard on his photos.

thinking about how Jean doesn’t know that he is undeniably Jeremy’s exact type.

thinking about how Jeremy doesn’t know that Jean’s favorite color is brown because of his eyes.

thinking about how Jean doesn’t know that Jeremy saw gold peonies reflected in his eyes during the fireworks.

I adore all of these so much

sbd fanart (blood on the 4th image)

some jerk forced me to read school bus graveyard 2 days ago, i'm NOT okay 💕

I never did finish that animation I was trying to do, but here's a frame of Jean I was really proud of lol.

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: All For The Game - Nora Sakavic Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Jeremy Knox/Jean Moreau Characters: Jeremy Knox, Jean Moreau Additional Tags: Jeremy Knox Needs A Hug, Hurt Jeremy Knox, Soft Jean Moreau, Fluff and Hurt/Comfort, Hugs Summary:

Jean's focus only wavers at the feeling of a hand on his lower back, completely freezing when two arms slowly wrap around his torso, hugging him as soft sniffles are heard over the rushing water.

Jeremy had a really tough day, but Jean is all the comfort he needs.

I wrote another moment of Jerejean. this is a one shot.

You would think they are my favorite, maybe I need to write an Andreil fic next.

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There are too mamy itches in my brain. Andreil. Its a peaceful Saturday morning and they're sleeping in, sun just barely filtering through the window as they cuddle together. Neil's pressed against Andrews side and Andrew has an arm around him laying on his back. The phone rings waking them both and Andrew goes to turn it off but its a call from Aaron, a FaceTime. So he answers, groggy and half asleep. He wakes up more after noticing that Aarons been crying.

"You're still in bed" chuckles from the other end of the phone

"Its the weekend, you're crying?" Andrew cuts the small talk and Neil peaks open an eye out of curiosity.

"We have some news" Katelyn wiggles her way onto the screen standing behind Aaron. "We're pregnant" she give a small happy dance. Andrew stares blankly for a moment.

"Youre going to be an uncle." Aaron says, clearly a bit nervous but mostly proud.

"How long?" Is the only response he can think of.

"I'm currently eight weeks, so give or take another 32 weeks, but theres more."

"More?" Andrew sits up a bit dragging Neil with him.

"Twins" Aaron finishes. Neil muffles a laugh into Andrew's shoulder.

"Good luck with that. If they are anything like you, your hands will be full."

"Shut up" Andrew and Aaron say in sync. Neil just laughs again with a shrug.

"You're not saying much." Aaron presses, fiddling with a pen.

"He's excited" Neil says, looking up at him. Andrew scoff and pushes his face away "he's got that look in his eyes, he happy" Andrew shoves Neil off of him.

"If you ever need anything," Andrew mumbles grumpily to which Aaron nods.

"We will be posting updates on our socials, but we wanted you to know first" katelyn says before disappearing off screen.

"Yeah okay." They talk a bit more before hanging up. Andrew stares at the black screen, processing everything.

"Whats on your mind?" Neil whispers crawling back over to him.

"I'm going to be an uncle. He wants me to be apart of it. Of their lives."

"Of course he does, you're his brother."

"A year ago, I would have never gotten that phone call." He drops the phone on his chest, letting it lay face down. Neil lets him be lost in thought for a moment, then reaches out and brushes the hair from his face.

"You two fixed your relationship. Of course he wants you to know his kids."

"Have you ever thought about it?" Andrew picks at his nails, not looking at Neil.

"About what? Drew, what are you asking?"

"Kids. Have you thought about it?"

"I think I'd make a terrible father. I didn't think you were the type to want kids"

"We dont have to be parents. We could foster. Its just an idea, i dont know." Andrew sits up, tossing his legs over the bed. "I don't even think kids would like me." Neil sits up too, watching Andrew's back.

"Do you want to foster children?" Andrew just shrugs at the question, not facing him.

"We could, it would be one more good house in all of the bad ones. Kids might not like us but theyd have their own room. A warm bed and a safe place to be." His words are quiet, contemplating. "Its just a thought."

"We can always look into it. I wouldn't mind."

"An uncle. He wants me to be an uncle." Andrews thoughts go full circle and Neil cant help but smile. Their future seems bright, and possibly filled with young laughter and toys. Neil inches his way to him and whispers "yes or no" a mumbled yes and Neil trails little kisses down Andrews neck, hugging his back to him.

"This also technically makes me an uncle, think Aarons upset about that yet?" Andrew rolls his eyes at him, earning another laugh.

Breaking my own heart over here.

You cannot convince me Jean didnt desperately wait for Kevin to come back for him 🥲

I can see them having a quiet moment without hugs or sobbing, silent tears with hushed words. A very I dont want you to see me like this but it hurts me and I know it hurts you too

A moment of breaking without shattering, a comfort by just being able to share the pain.

Everyones talking about Jeremy breaking down in Jean's arms in tsc3 but what about Laila? Laila who is just as unwilling to share her emotions as Jean is. Laila who most likely went through some form of SA from her neighbours after her high school graduation. Laila who just lost the only home she's ever known - just like Jean lost the only home he's ever known in Elodie - and hasn't yet properly mourned it just as Jean keeps trying to bury Elodie so he won't break either. I want them to find more comfort in each other knowing that the other is able to better understand them than any other person probably will ever be able to.

I want Jean to take that painting Laila bought, when she saw him looking at it, and paint Elodie into it. I want Laila to see a little girl with wavy black hair, a yellow ribbon and a duckling dress standing in a field of daffodils on their new apartment wall and tell Jean she's sorry that he lost his only home. I want him to say the same thing back to her and for that to finally break her. I want her to break at the idea that they've been through the same pain and i want them to be able to mourn together in silent understanding. I want Laila to be able to cry in front of Jean like he was able to cry in front of Neil and know that she doesn't have to be strong in front of him, that he understands better than anyone else.

"It was offensive, still, bare of the personal touches that would make it homey, but the daffodil painting on the wall was a silent promise that they'd get there eventually."

“It is not the same.” ​“No,” Laila agreed as she hugged it to her chest, “but it’s a start.”

Don't think about Aaron Minyard

Don't think about Aaron Minyard at the Foxes and Ravens match

Don't think about how he had to watch his brother be attacked

Don't think about how he only had enough time to shout

Don't think about how he wasn't fast enough

Don't think about him seeing someone swing a racquet at Andrew

Don't think about how he knows damn well that a racquet swung with enough force can kill a man

Don't think about how he remembers the weight of that racquet in his hands as he swung

Don't think about how he fought for his brother

Don't think about Aaron Minyard