It wasn’t often that anyone saw this side of Jeremy Knox, let alone
Jean.
But here they were,
Jean hovering in the doorway, Jeremy hunched at the little kitchen table,
gripping the stone-cold mug that held his morning coffee. The evening gloom
making what was normally so vibrant and welcoming look washed out and cold.
Jeremy hadn’t bothered turning on the lights or, more likely Jean thought,
hadn’t needed to when he sat down and hadn’t noticed it getting dark around him
as the day dragged on.
Jean let out a heavy sigh after a while concluding that Jeremy wasn’t going to
notice him on his own. Clearing his throat he pulled out the chair opposite.
“Jeremy?”
The smaller boy jerked to attention at the sound of his name and raised his
head to meet Jean’s eyes, a pained frown forming between his own.
“oh, hey Jean- I uh, didn’t hear you come in.” his expression pulled even
grimmer as he clenched his jaw, dropping his gaze and focusing on his coffee.
Jean kept his gaze steady, it was obvious that Jeremy wasn’t okay but Jean had
little practice caring for others and no experience of dealing with someone he
would tentatively call his friend look so small and uncertain in front of him.
It simply wasn’t what he had become accustomed to since joining the Trojans
ranks nearly half a year ago.
With a steadying breath, Jeremy looked up again, “about last night-”
Neil is probably the worst person to watch action movies with tbh, like the protagonist probably snaps an extra’s neck with one hand or something and he just barely looks up from his phone and goes “unrealistic”
Wow, I’m glad I’ve never met a “Riko sympathizer” Only people who see him as a complex fictional character to dissect and explore like everyone’s favorite “”“nonproblematic”“” characters “Riko sympathisers” are probably real assholes
can you guys believe that matthew donovan boyd is a sensitive, caring, responsible bisexual black man who has overcome drug addiction, sexual assault, parental neglect, and instability and come out on the other side full of hope and determination
nicky hemmick is a boy who took on a huge responsibility at a young age because despite what he has been through with his parents family is incredibly important to him. he has to try and balance the side of him that is a guardian responsible for two messed up boys, with the side of him that is just a young man who wants a normal life. he struggles, daily, with trying to get his cousins to reconcile without knowing the full story, and trying to live his own life and have friends and his long distance boyfriend and do the things he enjoys like watch movies and go out dancing. like most of the foxes he grew up too fast and has too much to deal with but he’s doing his best
The first of my contributions to the TFC Holiday Zine (2016) now very out of season but I wanted to share something soft with y’all given the day we’ve had.
Even in winter Cali was warm by
Jean’s standards, though Jeremy would beg to differ, bundling up in Jean’s
jumpers at the mere thought of going out into the chill. And despite Christmas
never meaning anything to him before USC the lack of snow and mild winter
temperatures still threw Jean sometimes. On mornings like this though, when the
sun was warm and bright in the clear sky, he found himself appreciating its
merits. His fingertips danced over the soft golden brown skin of Jeremy’s
stomach. It was unusual for Jean to be awake before him, it was normally (and
certainly over the last few days) him being woken by Jeremy’s fidgeting only to
be greeted with a grin and kiss on the nose. Not that he didn’t enjoy that
plenty, but on the few rare mornings he awoke first, Jean allowed himself to
take advantage of it. Jeremy mumbled sleepily, shifting around on his side of
the bed. Jean’s fingers stilled as he watched carefully for any sign of
discomfort, but instead of rolling away from the touch, Jeremy snuggled into
it. He turned his head and effectively squashed his cheek and nose against
Jean’s chest before settling back into his dozing. The early morning light made
the mess of hair falling over his eyes glint golden and Jean smiled softly at
the view, humming quietly as his fingers returned to tracing the pattern of
Jeremy’s ribs. Trailing over the lines of what had been toned abs when they
first met years ago, the expanse of smooth skin, lean muscles and he slight
pillow of ‘happy weight’ as Jeremy called it. Retirement sat well with Jeremy
and despite the circumstances of Jeremy’s early departure from the world of pro
exy, he was glad that Jeremy had taken his teaching job when he did. It brought
them a stability that Jean had never even contemplated before he had started
living with Jeremy again after graduating. A stability that was highlighted
this time of year when Jeremy’s eyes lit up at the very thought of decorating
the house, when the two of them would visit Jeremy’s family home for the
festivities, when Jean would find himself surrounded by so much life and love
and when, at the end of the day, he would return with Jeremy to their house,
their home. There was just something so ridiculously good about knowing that
Jeremy was always going to be there, in their house for him to come home to. To
wake up to him every morning on his off seasons and holidays, like today. It
was so unshakably good it almost felt unreal if Jean let himself think on it
too long. So, he didn’t. Instead he thought about the way that Jeremy curled
into his touch, and the way his warmth rivaled the sunshine slowly filling their
room. He let himself sink into the quiet of the moment. To be held by it. Soon Jeremy would wake
and smile up at him, they would get up and brew tea and and eat the breakfast Jean would make them, they would make a plan for the
day, Jeremy always seemed to have a thousand ideas for ways to spend their rare
joint holidays, not that Jean was complaining. Soon, but not yet. For now, Jean settled back into his pillows
in this pool of sunshine and basked in the glow of the life he had found.
ok so reasons why you should remember that kevin day is more than exy and drinking himself to death with vodka take notes
um?? he suffered years of trauma and abuse and has anxiety attacks which is WHY he feels he needs the vodka
he loves history so much that he actually wanted to open up to his team about it and then his team told him to shut up about it so kevin felt bad and never talked about that passion of his ever again like :)) im bitter as fuck
he literally hates the music at eden’s twilight, but tolerates it for andrew. like!! my boy loves classical music!! but he goes where his friends ask him to go and doesnt complain about the music probably because he knows how he feels to have someone shit on something he loves and doesnt want to do that to others :)))
my boy didnt even drink before he met the monsters so consider that as well like :) anyway im emotional about that
he loves the color red so much even though it doesnt look good on him like he probably doesnt care and i just love it??
suffered under the weight of knowing he had a father, and just did not know how to reach out? imagine the fucking pain of dealing with that!!! and how he learns to reach out, and how he makes an effort to have a relationship with him. kevin actually finds the time to be happy with wymack!! a concept!!
also kevin day is desperate for friendship dont tell me otherwise and i bet after the trilogy he and nicky become a lot closer now that andrew has neil and theyre kind of separate from the rest of the group. kevin craves affection
songzichens said: jerejean + “How long has it been since you’ve slept?”
