#and jeremy knox is literally so perfect they are so perfect for each other

[creaaki]

I've been reading jerejean fics and I love how at one point everybody agreed that Jeremy comes from a crowded household with many siblings. My boy KNOWS how to deal with shit smoothly because he probably has a long history of:

Pulling back together after realising he isn't the No1 priority at the moment, winning heated arguments with minutes of patience and bullshitting just because, counseling of hours after one of his sisters' break-ups or brothers' breakdowns over a fight with their parents, being compared to them, parenting the little ones when mom and dad aren't home, sharing a bed with others when guests are staying over on holidays, falling asleep in one of their beds after a nightmare, waking up with one of them under his blankets some other day, crossing the hallway on his tippy toes at 3am and finding the kitchen already has its lights on filled with quiet whispers to not wake their parents up (there's always a gossip going around about the mom's side of the family, and he still remembers the first day his big sister didn't sent him back to bed because he is now one of the grown-ups.), quietly opening his window at midnight to let his brother sneak back into home after a party which Mrs and Mr Knox would not approve of, spending exactly eleven minutes to figure out how to slice the pie mom made evenly because this nine-year-old has to have some issues for fucking God's sake.

Jeremy always had someone looking out for him, and someone to look out for. He knows the importance of trust and respect and love and everything that you need to give people to be family. Jeremy values family. It's only normal when he makes the Trojans his new crowded loud family after leaving the house.

He adores Trojans, he wants them to be happy, he wants them to be happy while playing Exy. So he does everything he can to make them fall in love with Exy, not winning because he doesn't want his sisters and brothers to break themselves apart like he did in high school when he heard a teacher say "A shame the young Knox is nothing like his brother". He trusts his team, he knows they will fight with all they have until the last moment, they always do.

When he expresses his new plan to his team he's well aware they might lose. Foxes played the whole season with nine people, and it's a complete new thing for Trojans. He isn't afraid, though; not all of the team think of it as a good idea at first, but they all come around at some point and decide to give it a try, because they love playing Exy and hungry for improvement and it's going to be fun and a little fair, too, because the Foxes are actually nice people and what are they playing for if they're going to freak out and keep their weaknesses a weakness?

They lose, and the first thing Alvarez does after leaving the court is to barge into the men's changing room with Laila following her and express her remarks on the match, not so politely. ("No, but how the-"). Second thing she does is to tell Jeremy her suggestions on changing the training drills slightly to adapt the team into building up more stamina, she got these ideas on the court, by the way. Jeremy can't scold her for not focusing on the game because she was focused, and he is kind of scared of her. They still have their party, and decide to gather in Jeremy's room for the night, turning the party to a slumber one. Jeremy doesn't mind being squished. In fact, you could say he is very, very happy in the morning despite the sweat and dampness, all off the Trojans peacefully breathing and cuddling each other makes his chest warm.

The next year, Jeremy knows they will win. He told the Trojans they would, and they trust him. He just knows. And they do win. His room is a little more crowded now, with the new freshmen and their seniors who graduated last year (he thought they should invite them, the Trojans owe their seniors for them giving up on the trophy last year).

Jeremy thinks he loves both his families.

[catboygretzky]

Exyblr Dashboard Simulator based on what I personally see on sportsblr:

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👑 girlbossriko follow

how many bro jobs do you think it took before riko moriyama and kevin day realized that uh.....maybe this wasn't just a bro thing

👢exyinaphonebooth follow

how many times do they have to come out and say they're like brothers before you freakos stop shipping them

👑 girlbossriko follow

????? do i know u

#it's a tumblr post about two exy players that you'lll never meet in your life it really isn't that deep

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💃fox-me-up follow

ngl that newest fox is kinda 👀

#psu lb #exy lb

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👨🏻‍❤️‍💋‍👨🏻 talk-exy-to-me

The NARRATIVE that kevin day and neil josten have........son of exy! scouting the rookie-est of rookies from fuck knows arizona........no listen you dont GET IT winning is EVERYTHING TO KEVIN and he would risk it on the foxes? And NEIL? who has only played exy for a year! NEIL Gets his attention!!!!! And hes good and he's getting better every game and he keeps bitching about kevin's ex on live tv BUT WAIT!???? NOT QUITE WHAT YOU EXPECT! Bc then neil shows up with a number on his cheek BECAUSE WELL it turns out they've known each other since they were KIDS! how is everyone not insane w me THEY'RE LITERALLY PERFECT

#where r my fellow njkd truthers #how r u all not here with me this isnt even the start #kevneil #210 #psu #njkd

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☀️ usctrojanny

every smiley blonde striker (jeremy knox) needs a brunette wet cat emotional support backliner (jean moreau)

#jerejean #usc trojans #i'm just saying 🤷‍♀️

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👸🏻 kevindazed follow

did he just......

👸🏻 kevindazed follow

guys please tell me i'm not insane

👸🏻 kevindazed follow

HE'S NEVER BEEN????? SKIIING???? KEVIN WHAT DOES THAT MEAN ?????? KEVIN PLEASE

#i i'm going insane i will literally die if someone doesn't explain this to me HE'S NEVER BEEN SKIING?!!!!

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🧚 goalie-stan

oh....i'm feeling so weak......it'd sure be nice to have a big strong goalie (renee walker) hold me up (renee if you're free on tuesday i am also free on tuesday.........on tuesday this tuesday, any tuesday?)

#literally passing out just thinking about her holding me don't call don't text i'm busy

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🌄 softkevinday follow

do u think if u offered kevin day essential oils to heal his hand he'd beat you to death

#it'd be hard for him bc he only has one hand but he could probably do it #legally this is a joke don't do this

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🗣️ jeremyknoxes follow

feeling normal

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📜 realexyblog

actually exy rpf is fine, i asked kayleigh day herself and she told me it was fine

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🐋 sexyexy

'exy is a stupid name for a sport' have you considered that a) i don't care and b) it's named that solely so i can make sex jokes about it

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🏳️‍🌈 gay4stickball follow

is he, ya know *mimes jerking off* an ncaa exy player

#i don't believe that straight exy players exist

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🙈 ittybittyminny follow

Andrew Minyard!!!!!!! 🥰🥰 short king!!!!🤏🤏😋😋 Awwwwwwww the scrunkly!!!!! 🤗🤗🤗 My boinky boy!!!!!🥺🥺 Crinkly doo,,,,shronkle scrimblo......🥺🥺🥺 rb if you'd scrunkle!!!!!!! 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

📖 sapphic-exy follow

he literally killed someone

🙈 ittybittyminny follow

And? God forbid women do anything

#also no proof he did that #yeah there's proof his twin bro killed someone but that's not the same bc theyre different people #almost killing someone doesnt count

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🐦‍⬛ edgarallenexy

got told i'm problematic for liking the ravens? THAT'S LITERALLY MY SCHOOL OH MY GOD

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🌸 softexy

Kevin Day - A Study

#kevin day #psu foxes #palmetto foxes #exy #web weave #poetry #psu foxes #palmetto #edgar allen

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[91percentpynch]

jean moreau + dogs

i‘m combining my two favourite things like ever: jean „the loml“ moreau and d o g s,,, it‘s a mess and kinda long but this made me so emotional and happy

jean gets his first dog when he‘s at the trojans. as he can never be alone and has a lot of issues for obvious reasons his therapist said he should get a dog for emotional support

it‘s a dachshund, her name is chérie which means darling in french

jeremy is quite jealous cause he wants jean to call him that (but that‘s a different post)

okay so jean takes chéreie everywhere - classes, training, nights out with the team

chérie brings back exy balls, jean‘s new favouirte hobby is playing exy with her

jean talks to her when he‘s upset/ sad/ lonely

he will just sit on the floor, softly stroking her, tears running down his cheeks and tell her what bothers him

„chérie, you‘re my only friend. i love you. i just wish someone would hug me and hold my hand. but i don‘t need these assholes, i got you right?“, he mumbles in french, his voice soft, sometimes through a sob. chérie will lick his tears off his hands. jeremy watches from the kitchen and his heart b r e a k s

so with chérie he is doing way better, he makes friends, he opens up, she helps him with his trauma and anxiety and his countless issues

the second dog is his graduation gift from kevin. it‘s an irish red setter. he calls him flamme (which is fire in french)

chérie and flamme are the most important things in his life - besides perhaps his boyfriend jeremy knox

he takes his pups everywhere and every morning he takes them on his morning run with jeremy, each of them holding a dog, soft laughter in the early morning hours and it‘s the happiest moment in jean‘s day

flamme always sleeps on jean‘s torso, he just jumps on the bed and sleeps on his human. chérie sleeps on his feet, as she did since he got her. jeremy just wants to cuddle his boyfriend but the dogs said no and he can‘t hide but smile everytime he sees it. his lockscreen is jean sleeping with the two dogs on him, a soft smile on his lips, hair messy, scarred hands on the dogs

the third dog comes quite shortly after flamme. it‘s a tiny black and white shi tzu. she might look innocent but she‘s like a little tornado, licking everyone‘s feet and hiding under furniture because she is just a tiny little bit scared of this gigantic human and the other dude who comes and goes at what seems random times

jeremy goes pro, jean doesn‘t but that‘s again another post

so jean just sits on the floor for h ou r s calling the tiny dog and he remembers the days in evermore and he u n d e r s t a n d s the tiny little girl

so he calls her lune cause that‘s what jeremy calls him and it makes him think of how strong he is and he get e m o t i o n a l

anygays so he sits at the floor for h o u r s for like three weeks and lune got more and more couragous and eventually she comes out of whatever furniture she would hide under and carefully come to him and he pets her and she lays on her back so he can scratch her tiny little stomach and he does and flamme and chérie come and he‘s surrounded by dogs who lick his face and arms and legs and he gives them so much love and just pets them and they‘re all so in love and he just talks to them

so when jeremy came back that day lune was about to run away but jeremy talked to her in french, very softly and she slowly came back to him and sat next to him and jean told jeremy to carefully come to him and sit down and let her smell his hand and then stroke her and he did and lune stopped being scared

„she reminds me of you mi amor“, jeremy says softly to jean. „that‘s what i thought. that‘s why i called her lune. you used to call me that and it made me feel as if i made it“

jerejean weren‘t lunes‘ first humans, she was with another man before and he used to hit her. that‘s why she hides when your hand comes from a certain angle (my dog does that, lune is basically my dog)

she never loses that habit, even though she knows nothing will happen to her with jerejean and the other dogs

so chérie adopts lune and she‘s really protective of her and so is flamme. on their morning runs jean would hold lune and chérie and jermey would run with flamme, which is funny cuz just imagine 6“5 jean moreau with these tiny little dogs and his boyfriend (5“3 in my head) with this big ass dog and i‘m getting too emotionally attached to that now

so to jean and jeremy‘s one/ two year annivarsary jeremy comes back home form training with this gigantic puppy. and jean looks at him with heart eyes.

„you got another dog?“ jean would say with so much love in his voice.

„look i know they make you happy and i love your smile more than anything and i thought ‚why don‘t we ge the most beautiful man in the entire universe a dog for our anniverssary‘ and just got him. well actually getting him took m o n t h s did you know you have interviews for puppies? apparently this dude here is a very special little snowflake. anyways it‘s an irish wolfhound and those dogs are gigantic, i think they‘re getting 3 feet high? okay i‘m talking too much i‘m sorry i hope you like him because i kind can‘t bring him back“, jeremy started to scratch the back of his head somewhere in the middle of his rant

„i love him, almost as much as i love you“ jean got on his feet and he runs to his boyfriend and he bends down and kisses him and then he takes the dog from him and lune follows him every step he takes and behind her are flamme and chérie and it just makes jeremy feel so much love and happiness

„i only got you this“, jean said, handing jeremy a little portrait of him with a poem on the back. „i made it for you“, jean said, blushing. „jean i love this, i love you and i feel so honored that you d r e w me. oh lord i love you so much“, jeremy starts to cry

anygays jean sits on the floor and introduces the new puppy to the other dogs. he calls him géant (which means giant in french).

so the sleeping arrangments change: flamme still sleeps on jean‘s torso, he‘s just taller and it may or may not become a bit uncomfortable to sleep on his human but he won‘t stop. like ever. and chérie still sleeps on his feet. lune sleeps on his side, always touching him somewhere, his hand on her sides, they are like spooning. and géant sleeps on either above or under lune, as well always touching jean somewhere. jeremy almost doesn‘t fit in the bed anymore.

so the next day they‘re getting a bigger bed. for the dog‘s sack. yes.

so jean spends his days drawing and playing the piano. talking to his dogs. going for walks with his songs. meeting friends, with his dogs. he won‘t leave the house without at least one dog. actually he won‘t leave without all of his dogs.

one day jeremy walked in on him sitting on the floor, the dogs and him sitting in a perfect circle, a tiny tea cup in front of each dogs. they were having tea. on the floor. jeremy took a picture of it and sent it to kevin and andrew. this was his family and he felt so many emotions and he started to cry because it was just so c u t e. there was his tall ass boyfriend, who looked quite scary, on the floor, talking softly in french with his four dogs. and he was just about to leave them be when he said a bit louder „you can join us darling. i left a cup for you on here“ and jeremy just went to his boyfriend and their four dogs and they had tea on the floor in front of the tall windows watching the moon replace the sun

it became kind of an tradition

just like the dogs sleeping in their beds

i like to think that each dogs represents a part of them: chérie is jeremy in college, lune is jean in colllege, flamme is jeremy now and géante is jean now

okay so jean gave up exy in my head BUT he still plays exy with the dogs

jean makes jeremy and him matching jumpers with the dogs in winter

the apartment is full and i mean FULL with pictures of the dogs and jean with the dogs and jeremy with the dogs and jerejean of the dogs, like every wall is full with pictures, every shelf that doesn‘t have drawings of jean is full with pictures of them with the dogs, the piano jean plays on each day when jeremy comes back from training is full of dog pictures, they are literally everywhere. there is even one on the toilet

sometimes when their friends over it gets just Too Much and he has to leave the room and the dogs follow him and he just has to sit on the floor and talk to them and stroke them and everything gets better

jean loves his dogs so much, they are like his best friends, they understand him, they make sure he is never alone, even when jeremy has to leave for away games or interviews and comes home late

jeremy might have put his pieces together but the dogs are like the glue that keeps them together

it also became tradition that jeremy always takes the tall dogs on their morning runs and jean runs with the small ones. when lune and chérie are tired he will carry them

sometimes you will find jean moreau with jeremy knox on his back, lune and chérie in each hand and flamme and géante on each side

people sometimes look funny at him, but he doesn‘t care

the dogs saved his life, made it something happy and bright, like jeremy knox. never did he dare to think jean could be that happy. but now he is in this bright apartement, sitting on the floor, painting a portrait of jeremy, dogs all around him sleeping and he just can‘t help but smile

[figuringthengsout]

Artistic souls and wedding bands

"Jean!"

The screams echoed through the halls.

"Moreau!"

Jean looked at Jeremy, panic in his eyes. Jeremy just smirked. "Oh shit, you in trouble."

Sara came storming through their door. Jean freezed.

She was standing in the middle of the room, hands propped on her hips, wet hair from the shower and a pen behind her ear.

"Jeremy get out, you can't keep a secret." She didn't even look at him, but he still followed her instructions. So much for a captain.

She brought Jeremy's chair in front of Jean's bed, gestured for a piece of paper, sat down and crossed her legs. "Look, Moreau, we have only three days to perfect this, okay? I need your artistic soul to help me sort things out."

She waited for a bit, straining her neck to listen to something. Jean didn't hear anything. He didn't know what was going on. She yelled.

"Jeremy Augustus Knox! I know you are out there eavesdropping on us, go away!"

A groan came from behind the door and Jean heard heavy foosteps on the carpeted floor. Sara smiled at him, he thought it looked a bit crazy, a bit strained. "Wait a minute, my dear Jean."

She stood up and opened the door with so much force that Jean closed his eyes instinctively. Jeremy yelped.

"Faking retreating footsteps stopped working on me when I was six, Augustus."

Jeremy whined. "Come on, Sara, you know I'm curious."

"No." She crossed her arms.

Jeremy huffed. "Please?"

"No, Augustus. You'll ruin it."

Jeremy stomped his feet, he literally stomped his feet and turned away. Jean couldn't believe him. "Augustus isn't even my name."

"See, Knox, you keep your secrets, I keep mine. Good evening." She slammed the door shut and came back to the chair, picked up the paper and smiled at Jean. "So, my dear boy, where were we?"

Jean looked at her. "I... don't have a clue?"

"Right. Me neither."

"Ok, what do you need to plan? In three days?"

She said nothing. Jean waited her out, he repeated the question, waved his hands in front of her eyes. Nothing.

"Sara?" He touched her shoulder.

"Can we lay down?"

And yeah, Jean could do that, after two years of their friendship, after two years with the Trojans. He could do it, but he was still worried for his friend. "We can, but promise you'll talk to me after."

"Pinkie promise." Jean linked his pinkie finger with her and lead her down to the mattress. They were both tall and the space wasn't enough, but they had grown so familiar with each other that Jean couldn't help but describe the situation as comfortable. There were no other words.

They stayed like that for a bit, Jean stroking her back and Sara twirling the pen in her fingers. After a while she scooted near him and put a hand over his ear, like kids do to whisper their secrets. Jean loved her so much.

"I'm going to propose to Laila."

Jean freezed. He wasn't expecting that. Admittedly it was better than anything that had crossed his mind when he had seen Sara so distressed, but this? This was crazy. This was such a Sara thing.

He blanked for a bit. "But you're only 22?"

She immediately got up. "Yeah, and so what? I already have a contract to play for one of the best teams out there, I might be Court in a couple of years, I already rented a house, I already have the ring-"

Now it was Jean's turn to get up. "Wait, what? The ring?!"

"-and I already asked her father."

Jean choked on air. "You what?! Sara, what the fuck? You've been thinking this since when?"

"Three years ago." She crossed her arms over her chest. "When I first saw her."

Jean fell back on his bed. "You're crazy."

She kept staring stubbornly ahead.

He covered his face with his hands. "Are you sure?"

"Yes."

"You'd better, because she's going to say yes."

She hugged him.

///

"So, we have everything, right?"

Jean started ticking things off the list as he spoke. "The keys to the court, fairy lights, music, the flowers, 100 gold helium balloons and 100 red helium ballons. You have the ring, I have the cd, Jeremy has Laila. Yes, everything's ready."

"Try the lights."

Jean shut off every light in the stadium except for the one at the center. The fairy lights glittered on the ceiling and around the strings of the ballons: the red ones in the shape of an heart in the middle of the court and the gold ones like an enchanted forest tracing the path to the center, right under the light. The court had never smelled this good: the roses and the lilies covering the floor, painting everything red and white. Jean liked it.

"I like it."

"Yeah, me too."

"Come here." He hugged her, he knew she was scared. She was happy, but terrified at the same time. Jean didn't know it was possible.

They stayed there for a while, under the fairy lights, hugging each other and grinning like fools. It felt like winning.

Coach Rhemann came over interrupting them. "Alvarez."

"Coach."

"You're one of my best players" Jean squeezed her arm, where he was still holding her. "and one of the best people I know. She'll say yes."

"I know." She nodded.

Jean was so proud of her.

"Come on, go get your girl."

"Thanks, coach." She hugged him and a tear streaked her cheek.

"You're welcome, Sara."

Coach Rhemann went to open the gates of the stadium to let Jeremy and Laila in. They had used an excuse to convince her to come here on a Sunday. Jeremy was in charge of the video and Jean of the music. Before leaving Sara at the entrance of the court he hugged her another time.

"Ok, leave me now or I'm going to cry."

He patted her back and smiled. "Don't worry, Sara."

"I'm not."

"I know." He chuckled and started to walk towards the speakers. He turned. "Oh, and, Alvarez, you clean up good."

She huffed and lifted her middle finger. "Fuck off, Moreau."

"Now I recognize you."

She smiled. He jogged to the speakers.

///

Of course Laila said yes. Jeremy cried more than everyone else and coach Rhemann opened a bottle of champagne he had hidden for the occasion.

Jean was so happy for the both of them that he didn't even got angry when he and Jeremy got stuck cleaning the court. He kept the flowers, he thought they'd look nice at the dorms.

He was walking back from the court when his phone buzzed with a text from Sara: "And, Jean, I'll need a bestman now."

Jean grinned: "My artistic soul is available."

[transgenderboobs]

For jerejean either post proposal or first cuddle I'm so basic but I want it. Thank you!!!

i’m gonna go w/ post-proposal bc i’ve been lowkey lookin for an excuse to write a proposal fic for them for a while now ever since i came up w/ this hc a few weeks ago jdfhgkdjfg

this got way out of hand and is definitely a lot more than just a post-proposal cuddle and is actually a ridiculously long (for a drabble at least jkfdhgjdfhg) proposal fic (of sorts) featuring post-proposal cuddling

i hope y’all like excessive softness, mutual love and respect, and un-proof read writing!!!

It happened on a Tuesday.

It was supposed to happen the following Saturday, but it happened on a Tuesday.

Jeremy Knox had been dating Jean Moreau for over six years now, which had been, in Jeremy’s opinion, some of the best years of his life. He couldn’t remember a time in his life when he’d been happier than he was with Jean, and he thought it was safe to say Jean felt the same.

Every morning that he woke up and saw Jean across from him in bed, his face peaceful and gorgeous in the morning light had his heart doing little summersaults in his chest. He sometimes still couldn’t believe he was actually privileged enough to get to get to be a part of Jean’s life and watch him recover.

Really, Jeremy had known for a while now that he wanted to spend his life with Jean. He’d figured that out pretty quickly into their relationship, but he’d also known Jean needed to take things slow. 

They’d always taken things slowly, really. They hadn’t even done anything more than kiss for the first year of their relationship, and it had taken them three years before they even moved in to the same apartment. (Jeremy didn’t count their stint as roommates at USC as truly living together. There was a difference between sharing a space as roommates and moving in together.) Jean needed space and choices and breathing room, and Jeremy was fine with giving him those things. 

But at this point they were both just so stupidly, over the moon in love with each other, it was generally accepted between the both of them that they were going to spend their lives together. The only thing left was the actual proposal, but Jeremy was working on that. 

Jeremy Knox was nothing if not a romantic and a sap, and he’d been planning something for weeks now. He’d reached out to practically everyone he and Jean ever spent time with for advice on how to make the day perfect: Renee, Alvarez, Laila, hell, he’d even called Kevin at one point.

It had taken him a while, but he’d finally got the whole thing planned and set for the upcoming Saturday. He didn’t have anything major planned; he knew Jean wasn’t the type for anything too grand or over-the-top. In fact, to a lot of other couples. the day would probably seem low-key at best. But all that mattered to Jeremy was that it make Jean happy, and he was pretty sure it would.

Unfortunately, he never got the chance to find out.

Jeremy got back to their apartment before Jean did on Tuesday. Jeremy had stopped playing professional Exy about a year ago, and instead had started at a job coaching a middle school Exy team. He usually finished up his day and got home before Jean wrapped up practice with his team. Today, he was home almost two hours before Jean. 

Jeremy was sitting on the couch in the living room, his feet propped up on the coffee table and a book open in his lap. He shut his book and set it aside when he heard keys in the lock, and then Jean sat down heavily on the couch beside him, resting his forehead against Jeremy’s shoulder and draping an arm over Jeremy’s waist.

“Hey,” Jeremy said, turning to face him and pressing a light kiss to his temple, and then another one to his cheek for good measure. He was pretty sure his heart literally skipped a beat when Jean sighed contentedly and relaxed into it. “How was practice?”

Jean pulled Jeremy closer, burying his face in the crook of his neck. “It was fine,” he answered, shrugging weakly.

“You don’t sound so confident about that,” Jeremy said. He knew this had been a tough season for Jean; the newest dealer signed to his team happened to be another Raven alumni. He’d only been at Edgar Allen for a year when Jean left, but it was still hard for him to spend extended periods of time with any former Ravens;

“It was tiring,” Jean admitted after a moment. “I am… I’m just glad to be home.”

Jeremy rested his hand on Jean’s knee and gave a light squeeze. “I’m glad you’re home, too,” he said. He really meant it, too. Pretty much any moment in his life could be improved by Jean’s presence.

Jean pulled back out of Jeremy’s space, but only enough that he could get a good look at him before leaning back in for a kiss. Jeremy met him half way, sliding a hand up to cup Jean’s cheek, his thumb resting just shy of the tattoo on his cheek which was once a number, but had been changed a few years back.

It was a brief and soft, but Jeremy could feel tension leeching from Jean’s shoulders. It was over quicker than Jeremy would’ve liked, but he wasn’t going to push anything and didn’t protest when Jean pulled back and folded himself back against the couch cushions.

Jean tilted his head slightly to one side, sending Jeremy a considering look. At first, Jeremy was content to just watch him and leave him to his thoughts, but after too long his natural curiosity got the better of him. 

“What'cha thinking about?” He asked, resting elbow on the back of the couch so he could face Jean and plopping his face in his palm.

“You,” Jean said simply, which had Jeremy practically beaming. Jeremy knew how much courage it took him just to say things like that, and how hard he’d had to work to be able to do it. But the smile was wiped off his face by what came next. “We should get married,” he said, casually, like it he was asking if there were any chips left.

It took Jeremy a moment before he really registered what Jean had said. He blinked, once, and then again, his mouth falling open. It took him a few tries to find his voice, and when he did it was shaky and higher than he was used to. “Wh— wait, what did you just say?”

Jeremy realized his misstep too late. Jean looked down at his lap and fidgeted with his hands, pulling the sleeves of his shirt down over his fingers. Jeremy knew that was a nervous habit of his. Jean shrugged, stumbling his way through his reply. “I just meant— because, you always say, that we— and— I thought— Never mind. You can pretend I didn’t say that.”

“Oh, hey, Jean, baby,” Jeremy perched himself up on his knees and took Jean’s face between his hands to get his attention back on him. “That’s— that’s not what I meant. Listen, I would love to, okay? There’s, like, nothing that would make me happier than being your husband. I just—” He pursed his lips, shaking his head.

“Just what?” Jean asked, his face carefully blank.

Jeremy gave a sheepish half-shrug with one of his shoulders. “I was gonna ask you that,” he admitted.

Now it was Jean who looked like he’d just been knocked sideways by surprise. “You were?”

“Yeah,” Jeremy said, “On Saturday. I was gonna make a whole day of it.”

“Oh,” Jean looked down for a second before he brought his eyes back up to meet Jeremy’s. “So that means… You want to,” he said, somewhere between a statement and a question. He was still so unsure of himself sometimes, even after this many years.

Jeremy answered by pulling Jean in for another kiss, this one deeper and considerably longer than the first one had been. When they finally broke apart, Jean had tangled his fingers in the fabric of Jeremy’s shirt. “Of course I do,” Jeremy assured him.

“Oh,” Jean said again, softer this time, barely above a whisper. He bit at his lower lip and searched Jeremy’s face. He blinked and nodded his head, a faint but very real smile tracing his lips. “What did you have planned for Saturday?”

Jeremy laughed. “Uh, you’re gonna have to wait for Saturday to find out, silly,” he answered. Jean’s brow furrowed together. Jeremy knew what he was going to ask before he even opened his mouth, so he just explained preemptively. “Just because it’s not gonna end in a proposal anymore doesn’t mean the plans are cancelled. C’mon, Moreau, you should know me well enough by now to know I’m not gonna miss out on an opportunity to be a fucking sap.” Or on an opportunity to do something nice for Jean.

Jean laughed, and Jeremy swore he could feel his heart trying to escape right out of his ribcage. Jean’s laugh was one of Jeremy’s favorite sounds on earth. “If you insist.” Jean said. 

Jeremy understood just how far Jean had come that he’d agreed so easily. It had taken him years to build up that much trust after he left the Nest, and that he offered it so easily to Jeremy was a testament to his progress, and also something Jeremy would never take for granted.

Jeremy leaned in for another quick kiss, and both he and Jean were smiling when he pulled apart. Jeremy was genuinely afraid he might actually cry because of how happy he was, so he threw his arms around Jean’s neck and buried his face against his neck, pulling them both down so they were laying down on the couch facing each other, heads resting on the arm.

Jean put his arms around Jeremy’s waist and hid his face against Jeremy’s hair, pulling him closer. They stayed like that for some indeterminate amount of time, wrapped around each other, Jeremy brushing his fingers gently through the short hairs at the nape of Jean’s neck.

“Jeremy,” Jean mumbled eventually, not moving from where he was intertwined with Jeremy.

“Hm?” Jeremy hummed in acknowledgment, pulling his face back so he could look into Jean’s stormy-gray eyes.

“I love you,” Jean said, voice low.

“I love you too,” Jeremy told him, and then he said it again in French for good measure.

Jean let out a little huff of laughter, and Jeremy smiled at him. Even after years of studying French and having an actual native speaker to help him, Jeremy knew he still sounded horrifically American when he spoke it. He was lucky Jean just found it endearing. He was just lucky in general. 

And now, he got to feel this lucky for the rest of his life. 

[91percentpynch]

the raven cycle x all for the games crossover part one - ronan and the ravens

i dedicate this to leni, as she sent me fanart of ronan lynch in a raven uniform and we started to talk about this. you probably won‘t see this, but this is for you. trigger warning: mention of abuse, mention of scars, mention/ hinting of rape, description of physical abuse at the end!! if i should add any warnings let me know!!

ronan joined the ravens because niall fucked up the moriymas and it was giving them one of their sons or dying

well we all know niall is a narcist so obviously he chose a son of his instead of his own death

declan figured that out pretty fast and immediatly volunteered so that niall would let ronan and matthew live in peace

but niall had other plans - he chose ronan: attitude problem and dreamer? he would surive the cruelties of the nest

declan told ronan, promised him to keep him safe, to not let niall take him away

declan tried to save him, really did try, but in the end he was just a teenage boy and their father? well he was their father, powerful dreamer, narcistic asshole, stubborn without limits

one night when declan and ronan go to bed, declan in ronan‘s room like every night since they heard from the deal, their father came in their room and got ronan

declan didn‘t notice, he slept too deeply - one of niall‘s dreams, so he would get ronan without declan noticing

when declan noticed however he screamed and cried and woke the entire house up

matthew didn‘t understand why his older brother cried in the room of the middle child every single day since the day ronan mysterically disappeared

riko tries to break him, because investments don‘t have feelings, they aren‘t human

little does he know that ronan doesn‘t have feelings, he doesn‘t have a heart you can break

besides that he lived with niall lynch long enough to know what pain feels like - after all their father gave them boxing/ fighting lessons and taught them how to handle pain

ronan is a backliner, he is jean‘s partner

jean and ronan grow really close

ronan promised to keep jean safe and unless declan ronan masters and sticks to his plans

he does everything to get riko‘s attention - disrespecting him, not showing up to practise, not doing as he was told

riko tried to use jean against ronan only ONCE - one of the only regrets the king of exy had in his sorry life

when riko tries to use that against him, ronan protects jean by fighting riko

this ends in riko torturing him

ronan doesn‘t mind

ronan is a dreamer in this universe

only jean knows about him

ronan dreams jean and himself things against the pain

ronan is actually super good at exy

almost as good as kevin

kevin has a crush on ronan

ronan doesn‘t care, because kevin is not his type

his type is adam parrish - starting dealer from the palmetto foxes

when they marked him, he tried to get a feeling of what the color is like, so when he went to bed he got himself a tattoo of his own

on his back, a maejestic raven, two boys kissing, surrounded by the forrest in his dreams

he hides it as good as he can from riko - for jean‘s sake because yes he fought him once and he might have left him in peace but you never know with that psychopath, do you?

and so he goes through the days, pain blurring them all together, jean always waiting for him in their room

„you don‘t have to do that, you don‘t have to take all the pain for my mistakes“, jean whispers in french once again.

„jean, moi soleil, i promised you to keep you safe. i‘m not my fucking brother. i never lie. i keep my promise, i will keep you safe. and if that means that i have to entertain our favourite dickhead, i will gladly do that“, ronan replied softly.

„i don‘t want you to be in pain“, jean admitted quietly.

„jean, you idiot, i am always in pain. either in my dreams or in this hellhole. but at least seeing riko furious is fun, unless my dreams“, ronan‘s eyes slowly wandered to his scars on his wrist.

jean just takes ronan‘s hands and holds them - their secret promise to never leave each other‘s side

eventually they fall asleep, jean‘s head on ronan‘s shoulder, ronan‘s head on top of jean‘s dark brown curles

they get woken up by a furious riko

ronan wasn‘t able to hide his tattoo fast enough, riko already saw it

„how dare you? how dare you disrespecting your master you piece of shit?“, riko yelled.

„which master? all i see is a little dickhead with a napoleon complex“, ronan replied calmly, looking riko right in the cold, dead dark brown eyes.

riko didn‘t take these words well and went straight for jean

„i would think about touching him twice if i were you. i don‘t know how you see it but i‘m roughly a foot taller and i know how to box. I wouldn‘t take my chances there. one more step towards him, one funny look and we‘ll find out“, ronan said calmly, „whatever you want to do to him, do it to me. i‘m a lot of fun. don‘t like my tattoo because you‘re an homophobic brat? well try burn it off me. take a knife and cut it off me. i don‘t care, i‘m a big guy, i can take it. however we don‘t want the other dickhead to know i might not show up to practice because my back hurts and oh, how my exy will suffer under that. probably gonna send someone to me in the shower again, oh how creative“

riko however didn‘t listen and took another furious step towards jean, hatred and madness in his eyes, which only meant once: brutality, torture, no limits of his anger

ronan out stepped riko and put himself in front of jean „go as far back as you can. sit down on your bed, face to the wall“, ronan said to jean in french, the other boy did as he was told, not knowing what else he should do

it was one of these times where ronan asked himself what that boy did before he arrived three years ago. how he surrived so long. obviously he saw his scars and ronan blamed himself for every single one of them. technically they weren‘t his fault, he wasn‘t here. but his brain stopped working properly when it came to the people he loved, he cared about.

he took his chance, the moment of suprise on his side and punched him right in his face. when riko tripped over his own feet ronan didn‘t hestiate and kicked him in the stomach. riko was never used to abuse, he was never beaten, never kicked, so he fell to the floor, holding his stomach, trying to catch his breathe

again ronan didn‘t hestiate, he took jean and ran for it

ran without any goal, without any orientation, he didn‘t plan this through, he just knew they didn‘t have time

„run, if you can make it without me, you run! do you hear me jean? run!“, he whisper-shouted at the other boy as they made their way through an dark corridor

„i won‘t leave you behind. i‘ll go with you, or not at all. he will kill you if we don‘t make it“, jean replied, anxiety making his accent thicker

they were just about to run around the corner when kevin came into their way

„what are you guys doing?“, he asked innocently.

„oh we‘re on a romantic fucking walk, watching the sunset asshole. we‘re fleeing. from your nice little cult. we‘re going. and if i find out you tell someone what we do i will come back and murder you princess. now either move out of the fucking way or join us for all i care. but if mr dickhead king of exy finds me, he will murder you, so i would really appreciate you making your decision fucking fast shithead“, ronan whispered fastly and furiously.

„i‘ll go with you, i‘ll bring you out“, kevin says in french.

ronan knew he didn‘t have the time to question day so he followed him, jean always close, ready to fight anyone who would be a danger for him

kevin navigates them through the labyrinth of the nest fast, always in the shadows, carefully that they won‘t be seen

somehow they managed to get out of the nest, but they didn‘t stop, they couldn‘t, not if they wanted to live

„did any of you actually plan this through?“, jean asks nervously

„of course i planned that riko would walk in on us sleeping together in one bed, where my back with my secret tattoo is exposed, where i then beat and kick him, take your hand and run like my life depends on it. and while i was at it i texted day ‚hey dickhead wanna go on an adventure;)‘ with my non-existent mobile“, ronan replied annoyed

„i actually did plan that sometimes, for fun. thought i might wanna visit my dad, thought i might wanna change teams. you know, riko gets harder and harder to stan with his perfect team bullshit and bla bla bla ronan and jean are not worthy your attentin bla bla bla stop talking about jeremy knox bla bla bla i will show you how that feels like bla bla bla being forced to sleep with riko bla bla bla“, kevin said quietly, they almost didn‘t make the words out.

„i thought he wouldn‘t do that to you, asshole“, ronan replied softly, „as much as we love a good talk about shared trauma, how did you plan to get away from here“

„actually no“, kevin said.

„how long do you think we have until mr dickhead is coming out here with his shithead uncle to kill us all?“, ronan asked calmly.

„i‘d say not long? five minutes the longest“, kevin replied.

ronan could physically feel jean‘s anxiety

„jean, it‘s gonna be okay, give me two seconds“, ronan replied. „i‘m gonna lay down now. if they come, jean you run. run as fast as you can. take them down. don‘t let them catch you. day? help him, i swear to god if i hear you didn‘t i will come visit you and i will not be as nice as riko“, ronan sadi to kevin, with a cold smile on his lips

over the years ronan learned how to control his sleep, how to fall asleep fast and dream something fast, this would work

ronan carefully lays down, closes his eyes and takes a deep breathe. he repeats this a few times. quickly he falls asleep and thinks of the car his father owned. a black bmw. the memories might not be nice ones, but they need a car and this was the only one he knows by heart. carefully he touches it, checks if everything is alright and when he is sure it is, he wakes up, holding on to it like his life depens on it - which in this case it literally does

just in time to furious shouts he wakes up

the car next to him and he quickly gets in

„i recommend getting in if you don‘t want to you know get murdered by the japanese mafia shitheads“, he says calmly.

„you- you“, kevin tries to say.

jean just gets in the car and forcefully pulls kevin with him

„we have time to talk once we have some miles between these psychopaths and us day, so shut your pretty mouth and get the fuck in“, ronan says.

when the doors are closed ronan goes for it

he obviously does not know how to drive, but this was one of his dreams and his dreams never failed to suprise him

the car goes the moment he puts his foot down on one of the pedals, it doesn‘t have multiply gears, just one and it works

„to make this short: i am a dreamer. that means i can take shit out of my dreams. that‘s why jean and i could play. well, i don‘t know how you two losers surrived so long without me, but i will keep you safe. i don‘t lie. i‘m gay. you are not my type, so don‘t even try to hit on me. if you hurt jean i willl murder you, i don‘t who you are, i don‘t care what you are, hurt my family and die“

„i‘m your family?“, jean said, his voice barley more than a breathe.

ronan doesn‘t have to turn his face around to see the silent tears running down the face of the french boy

once again ronan wonders how jean deserved this life, this beautiful, sarcastic, yet kind soul

„of fucking course asshole, you‘re the only motherfucker who can handle me“, ronan replies.

„okay enough sentimental bullshit and emotions, day where are we going? have we planned that as well?“

„palmetto state, to my father. well he doesn’t know he‘s my father, but i guess he‘ll love two backlliners and a kevin day - second best striker in the united states“

„palmetto state it is. hope they‘re ready for the mafia to come visit to get us“, ronan replied, a small smile on his lips as he thinks about all the new possibilities and hopes he now dared to dream for