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Andrew has to be addicted to girl scout cookies. He has an awful sweet tooth. He is the 1st in line at different girl scout setups ready to buy his fave boxes of flavors. He is intimidating at first, but year after year the girls of Columbia recognize an annual customer and perk up with smiles as he approaches with whatever money he got from Eden's

Nicky and Aaron would be inside the grocery store leaving Andrew to nearly clean the girl scouts out of trefoils, lemonades, do-si-dos etc

Neil discovers this non-addiction when a group of girls spot them in a parking lot and Andrew salutes them in acknowledgment and watches Andrew immediately place his order

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look at this loser!! get a load of this guy!!

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He’s not intentionally trying to be an asshole, he just always looks like that:D

Andrew remarkably having people on his course who are chill with him - even quite like him - and Neil not realising how greedy he has become for Andrew’s attention

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something like it’s late at night, catlaila sleeping or out of the house and jean gets gum or something stuck in his hair so he sits on the lid of the toilet and jeremy stands in between his legs, close but not touching. the hallway light is on, seeping in just enough for jeremy to see what he’s doing so there’s no need to turn on the bright white light in the bathroom. jeremy leans this way and that, lightly sifting through jean’s hair, snipping little by little to make sure there’s not too much of a difference when he’s done, a barely-there touch of his fingers on jean’s chin to move his head the way he wants. a light huff of amused breaths whenever jean keeps tilting his head back. unbeknownst to him, it’s because jean can’t stop his eyes from tracking jeremy’s face, over his eyes, his lips. but it’s also because the alternative to staring at jeremy’s face is to keep his line of sight aligned with jeremy’s throat, the way he can see every time he swallows, can almost feel each breath if he leans just a bit closer, those freckles that he desperately wants to trace. and if he does that, then he won’t be able to stop himself from looking at the dip in jeremy’s shirt where his collarbone shows, skin that jean knows would be as soft as silk.

jeremy’s standing so close, warmth radiating off him that jean can swear he feels, his hands are soft and gentle. its quiet and it’s peaceful and it’s safe. jean thinks that he could get used to this. he thinks that it’s a good night for a first kiss. he thinks that he’s probably in love.

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“come here” jerejean scenes:

jean coming home after a long day of classes and practice and therapy and he’s tired and grumpy and when jeremy sees him walk in, all pinched eyebrows and downturned lips, he just says “come here” and jean flops onto the couch and lays his head in jeremys lap and it’s the first time he’s felt settled all day

long distance jerejean and jean waiting at jeremy’s apartment to surprise him and once jeremy walks through the door he’s frozen because he can’t really believe his eyes so jean says “come here” and jeremy flings himself into his bf’s arms

jean stressed after a game so he’s pacing back and forth burning a hole into the floor thinking about strategies and plays and what he could’ve done differently and jeremy softly says “come here” and jean immediately goes and jeremy kisses him, sweet and soft, and says “you were the best player on the court tonight”

they have a mini very small inconsequential argument but jeremys still a bit annoyed and pouty about it while jean is just amused so while jeremy is standing all huffy at the edge of the bed because he doesn’t want to give in to cuddling when he’s still mad, jean goes “come here” and jeremy folds immediately and tucks himself into jeans arms

jeremy straddling jean’s lap, jean’s hands resting on the bare skin of his waist under his shirt, jeremy’s hands resting on his shoulders. theyre talking softly, faces inches apart, so close that jeremy can feel the rise and fall of jean’s breaths. jean whispers “come here” and kisses him long and deep

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Jean heading to bed early and Jeremy staying up to watch something on the couch so he doesn’t wake Jean up. Jeremy waking up at 2/3 am bleary eyed and confused and freezing. He looks up to find Jean frowning down at him and Jabberwocky trailing after him. Jabberwocky lighting up when he spots Jeremy and running over with full intention to smooch Jeremy to death. Jean scooping him up one handed before he can. Reaching the other hand out to Jeremy while Jeremy mutters something about favoritism. Jean rolling his eyes. Jeremy sitting up and rubbing at his face. Taking Jean’s hand and letting Jean pull him to his feet, except when he gets to his feet Jean lets go of his hand and puts him over his free shoulder. Jean mumbling something about two big babies as he happily carries them both back to the bedroom

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andrew and neil may not be soft but they do know devotion, and I feel like we’ve got a fair bit to back that up with canon:

it’s in andrew taking neil’s weight time and time again, holding him up.

it’s in neil rushing to cover andrew with the bedsheets after thanksgiving.

it’s in neil asking betsy to put andrew off his drugs, because he was the only one who hated them & what they did to andrew as much as andrew did.

it’s in neil offering himself to riko’s torture for two weeks to protect andrew.

it’s in andrew driving back from the interstate just to get neil from the stadium.

it’s in andrew calling all the hospitals over and over again, because he refused to stop looking for neil.

it’s in neil gently brushing his fingers against andrew’s temple and, “they could’ve blinded you. all this time fighting, and you never learned how to duck?”

it’s in neil framing andrew’s face with his hands instead of touching him.

it’s in andrew refusing to let anyone near neil in his injured state, it’s in his firm “get away from us.”

it’s in neil’s “andrew, they want to take me away. they want to insert me in the witness protection program, I don’t want to—“ no, that wasn’t fair. “if you tell me to go, I’ll go.”

it’s in andrew sitting in on neil’s interrogation with the fbi because, “I don’t trust them to give you back.”

it’s in andrew sleeping in a room full of people just to keep neil in his line of sight after he was kidnapped.

it’s in neil’s quiet “hey” when he noticed andrew hadn’t spoken since they left baltimore.

it’s in andrew covering neil’s injuries with trash bags so that the bandages wouldn’t get wet.

it’s in neil humming encouragement in andrew’s mouth when andrew was getting himself off, knowing how big of a step that was for him.

it’s in andrew showering him & carefully scrubbing away the horrors of baltimore.

it’s in neil saving the towel for andrew afterwards and choosing to air dry.

it’s in andrew buying a pair of matching armbands for neil to cover his scars, after he saw neil having a panic attack over them.

it’s in neil crossing the court in seconds the moment a player launched himself at andrew to knock the breath out of him & it’s in neil grabbing that same player (that was double his size) and throwing him away from andrew.

it’s in andrew dragging himself to neil, crumpled and unresponsive on the court floor, with a broken collarbone and limp hand & it’s in andrew somehow managing to choke his attacker before she could reach him again.

devotion is in both neil and andrew, and they wordlessly taught it to each other without expecting anything back. they found each other, realized that no, they weren’t willing to lose each other, and gave their complete devotion to the other.

and I think that’s far more special than softness or an half-assed “I love you”.

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All these years later, I still get hung up on Neil ignoring the ‘intent look’ that Jean gave him as he undressed to try on his Raven uniform.

Neil probably thought Jean was staring at all his scars and marks because of how much they stood out, which I’m sure is true. It isn’t every day you see a boy with an iron mark or a bullet scar or road rash all across his abdomen.

But to me, Jean was doing more than that. Neil was his misplaced partner, who was meant to be by his side all those years and wasn’t. I don’t think Jean was looking at Neil’s skin with the mindset of ‘you’re a mess’ but something more like ‘let me see what they’ve done to you while you’ve been away from my side.’

Imagine having your daydream come to life, the person you’ve been waiting for finally there with you. His body is just as covered in old wounds as yours is. He has that same defiant look in his eyes that you came to this same hell hole with.

Just consider how Jean looked at Neil that first time and probably saw so much of himself, and how it was probably enough to completely lay the thought of ‘you are my partner’ stronger in his mind than ever before. Oh, my dear boy.

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Drawing them because I miss them

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When a small kiss turns into a thirty minute make out

From my Twitter, but I’m feeling generous today, happy Friday! Happy Andreil!

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book 3, chapter 1

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Neil wakes up in the middle of the night with a start. His scars are aching and he is having trouble getting comfortable in the bed. He slowly turns to the side, glancing past Andrew's sleeping form only to see a thunderstorm starting to form outside. Their window is slightly ajar so he gets up and closes it, fidgeting through the room, not knowing whether he should go back to bed or not. The lack of his presence wakes Andrew up only minutes later and his eyes start searching the room right away only to find him curled up in the armchair next to the window. He sees the rain and instantly knows what is going on. He gets up to get the ointment for his scars from the other room and Neil follows him back to their bed without a word. Andrew slowly massages it into his skin, his fingers ever so careful with his scars. When he's finally done Neil curls up to his side, head resting in the crook of his neck, his limbs wrapped tightly around Andrew's body. Andrew caresses his skin, his fingers tentatively going over the scars and Neil can feel himself starting to relax. At some point, he gets comfortable enough that he drifts off to sleep and Andrew never lets go of him.

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medicated andrew mhmm

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But it’s all or nothing. Won’t you tell me something? I don’t wanna be the one who walks away, while there’s fighting to do

Ini Lowe - All or Nothing

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Jean looking at Jeremy’s photos in exy magazines sitting in his dark room at the Nest vs. Jean looking at Jeremy’s photo in the latest Sports Illustrated issue, but Jean is in this photo too, holding Jeremy gently by the waist, whispering something into his ear while they’re standing in the middle of the court, and Jeremy is laughing loud at his quiet mean comment. Caption says “San Jose signed the Moreaus to a three-year deal”

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Thinking about how if Jean and Jeremy get married they'll have the same last name (def Moreau) and how when two players on the same team have the same last name, there's no specific rule in most sports about how this is handled on jerseys and equipment. Usually they'll just add the first initial of their first name before the surname, but this won't help since they'd both be J. Moreau. In those cases sometimes teams will just consider this a non issue and keep both jerseys the same, or put first and middle initials before the surname, but occasionally teams will do FNOB which means Full Name on Back. So now I'm obsessed with the idea that Jean proudly wears Jean-Yves Moreau across his back for most of his pro career.

In the end, Riko didn't manage to take anything from Jean, no matter how hard he tried.

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jerejean + “safe”