moodboards: art students!jerejean
for @spoopyandrew
jean moreau + sunshine (no not jeremy knox, but the real sunshine) thank you petalloso for going along with this!!!
- the ravens are known to live underground for almost all their time in edgar allan so imagine the amount of sunshine they get to see: almost none
- when jean starts his transition from a raven to a trojan, he’s almost baffled at the amount of sunshine streaming through his window in the morning
- he wakes up to the warmth across his back and thinks he might be in heaven
- but he glances over to the other side of the bright room and sees jeremy knox still fast asleep
- jean squints at the bright sun because its been years since he’s been outside and he feels so surreal that he can actually see the sun again
- he never thought he’d see something shine even brighter than stadium lights
- jean is so pale from living underground, and he grows fascinated when his skin starts to tan from being under the sun more often
- freckles also start to form across his nose!! and jeremy loves that
- there are also freckles across his back, and jeremy tries not to stare too long when jean changes in front of him
- at first jean gets sunburns because his skin isn’t used to the intensity of the sun. and he gets confused, because sunburns!! are!! something he hasn’t attained in so many years
- but it’s a good kind of burn even though it hurts, because it’s something that he attained from being somewhere he belongs, and not from riko pressing fire into his skin
- jean loves the sun so much that he would just find a random grass patch and lie down and bask in the sun!!
- when there are breaks in between classes? lie down on a grass patch
- when there’s a day off? he’s probably lying somewhere outside soaking in sun
- when he can’t concentrate on his homework in the dorms? he’s sitting outside doing his work instead
- jeremy finds out that jean’s been going out to take in sun when he finds jean tanner than before so he follows him out one day, and he realizes jean doesn’t put sunscreen on???
- jeremy sees that soft, contented smile on jean despite getting burns, and he’s so glad jean enjoys the sun so much
- but when jean starts wincing because of the burns during exy training, he talks jean into putting sunscreen
- “its a good kind of burn, jeremy. i’ve been through worse.”
- jeremy would wrinkle his brows in concern, and say “but you don’t have to go through that anymore.”
- jean softens almost immediately and agrees into putting on sunscreen before going out to nap on the grass patch
- laila and alvarez sometimes join jean because they like the sun so much too
- on jean’s birthday, the sunshine trio surprises him with a picnic!!! and then they just lie down on the mat and soak in the sun, enjoy each other’s presence, and jean would lie his head on jeremy’s lap because its his favourite person and weather
- jeremy would look down and see the soft, happy smile playing on jean’s features, his eyes bright and glowing and his heart just melts at the sight of jean being so contented
- alvarez is the one who takes a picture of them and sends it to jeremy afterwards
- jeremy sets it as his wallpaper
jean moreau + sunshine (no not jeremy knox, but the real sunshine) thank you petalloso for going along with this!!!
jean and jeremy sitting on a blanket watching fireworks streak the sky and charge the air around them on july 4th as all the theme parks close and the night sky makes itself known. jeremy and jean abandoning their beer bottles to lean into each other and revel in the fact that they are both alive and in just the the right time and place for their threads to have crossed paths. jean and jeremy not having escaped their personal traumas unscathed but rather rendered more aware by these experiences that shaped who they are, as opposed to the people they could have once been. jean learning to smile again. jeremy learning every bit of jean he can. jean being so happy to be alive. jeremy regaining the trust of the fans after the loss to palmetto and leading the trojans to championships the following year. both of them running into each others’ arms after the final buzzer ends. both of them being happy. shit.
for @josteninski ‘s super sweet anon
prompt “let me help you” jerejean
Jeremy got shaky after games.
It wasn’t the first time Jean had noticed. His first game as a Trojan he remembers looking over to Jeremy standing beside him and taking note of the slight tremble in his fisted hands, even before walking onto the court, and the tremolo in his voice, though somehow also as steady as could be, when he spoke to his team.
He shook and wobbled and laughed at everything, seemed to talk a mile a minute about the game and what had happened during, so much so that even the reporters who were used to his chattiness had a tough time following, especially when the Trojans won, and they just had.
Anonymous asked: what about Jean really loving Jeremy's legs. It starts one morning when they're just waking up and Jeremy hitches one of his legs up around Jean's hips, and Jean just,,,loves that. He loves rubbing his hands up and down Jeremy's legs. He loves it when Jeremy wears those super short shorts around their room/apartment.
there was something about jeremy’s legs that jean loves so much. was it because of how slender his calf looked despite the heavy leg workouts? or was it because of the toned thighs from the gym?
it was a cozy morning, and jean was the earlier one to wake up. it was rare that jeremy was still asleep, but jean took whatever he can get. he felt a weight on his hip, and he looked down to see jeremy’s leg shifting slightly as he cuddled closer to jean. he smiled, and let his hand gently trail down jeremy’s bare leg, and he watched gleefully as the goosebumps form along his thigh.
jeremy buries his face into jean’s chest, his body shuddering before a long, soft breath was released. “jean,” jeremy whines, his voice husky and low.
jean laughs and kisses jeremy’s hair line. “still so sensitive on your thighs.”
Jeremy makes a noise. “shut up.”
jean continue to laugh as he pushes jeremy back down on the bed and he hovers over him. jeremy’s eyes are sleepy, but always bright and warm. “good morning, mon amour.”
jeremy grins and pulls jean down. jeremy could feel the curve of jean’s mouth as they kiss, slow and lazy. jean’s hand reaches under jeremy’s thigh and pull it up and jeremy easily wraps it around his waist.
jean couldn’t help the smirk when jeremy shudders under his touches. he kisses harder, and jeremy makes a soft, keening noise.
when they break away, jeremy’s cheeks are flushed, and jean is sitting on jeremy’s thighs, his face equally red.
“too early?”
jeremy’s laugh was always like the sun, warm and a sign that he was alive.
“breakfast, jean.”
jean shrugs and gets off jeremy to lie back down on the bed and jeremy easily curls up against jean. “pancakes?”
jeremy bumps their heads together. “you’re always up for pancakes.”
jean doesn’t argue, and they stay together in bed for a while longer before jeremy decides to make breakfast. when he gets off bed, jean rolls onto his side to check out jeremy as he slides on a pair of very short shorts. jean hums as he appreciates jeremy’s legs and ass.
“you know,” jeremy says as he walks towards the door. “i can feel your eyes on me.”
jean let out a startled laugh, and then meet jeremy’s playful eyes.
“i’m going to leave marks on those thighs later.”
jeremy’s cheeks goes even redder, and jean gloats.
“It’s not fair,” Jeremy would say jokingly to Jean, knowing full well what his response would be.
“Life’s not fair,” Jean would answer. It was their own joke, part of their own world that they ruled together.
“It’s not fair,” Jeremy whispered now. His voice cracked and caught in his raw throat. His eyes were red, puffy, and untrustworthy. Jeremy had been spending the last few days trying to convince himself that it hadn’t happened. That Jean hadn’t left Jeremy. That Jean hadn’t left the world. That Jean hadn’t jumped off that fucking cliff. It didn’t fucking matter how Jeremy put it to himself, because Jean was gone.
“It’s not fair,” he repeated, louder despite the fact he was the only person in the small room. Jeremy paused at this thought. He was the only one in the room. He shouldn’t be the only one in the room. Jean was always there, always muttering something rude in French, always curled up on the couch with books he’d never gotten to read at the Nest, always, always, always.
But it wasn’t always.
Always had lied to him. There’s never going to be an always for anyone for anything, just the comfort of the dream that there will be something with us forever. But there will not, there will not be anything forever, we ourselves aren’t even forever.
This is what went through Jeremy’s head as he got up and walked in circles around the room. He finally found himself in the bathroom.
“It’s not fucking fair!” This time his voice is loud, strong, powerful and dangerous. Jeremy had never felt dangerous before. But maybe never was related to always. His hand was bleeding, shaking, his entire body was shaking from adrenaline. He didn’t even feel the pain in his hand, didn’t register the pain as something real. He didn’t register the broken glass splinters in his knuckles and scattering the bathroom floor. He didn’t register the ragged breathing behind his chest. The only thing he could register was Jean was gone.
Jean was gone.
Jeremy was on the floor now, sitting atop his throne of broken glass and throbbing pain, both physical and emotional. Everything hurt. He’d gone from nothing to everything hurting all at once.
He was gone.
His mind was broken, a scratched record playing the same sad song over in Jeremy’s head. It was an old videotape that continuously played the same broken scene over in the same broken head of Jeremy’s.
Gone.
“It’s not fair,” Jeremy says.
He gets no answer.
everyone says how happy jeremy knox is but he also probably gets super stressed and then one day jean comes to the court to find him whipping exy balls at the glass walls as hard as he can, mumbling something about playoffs and exams and jean suits up and then they play 1x1 until jeremy’s too tired to do anything else and just lays in the court. he feels like he can finally fall asleep fine and his smile is back on his face when jean helps him up and takes him back to the dorms
