There Are Too Mamy Itches In My Brain. Andreil. Its A Peaceful Saturday Morning And They're Sleeping

I want it so badly to be a step by step process. Starting out fully clothed with Jeremy washing his hair and arms the, maybe he realizes Jean can't stand water in his face so he just wipes him down with wet hands instead of trying to get him under the water. Maybe a week or so goes by and it happens again, but this time Jean's comfortable enough to take off his shirt, allowing Jeremy to wash his back and get the lent out of his scars. (As someone with a lot of scars lent is such a battle especially in spots you can't reach) By the third time Jean is able to close his eyes without being scared, letting the water rush over him without flinching. Two or three months into these occasional showers, Jean is willing to try to put his face in the water, but he clings to Jeremy the whole time, who holds a dry towel for him if he panics. And they get through it and Jean is learning that the water isn't what hurt him. Showers can be good. Showers with Jeremy are better.

desperately in need of a non-sexual jerejean shower scene with their clothes on. jeremy washing jean’s hair. jean realizing that water is not always meant to hurt, but it can even be relaxing. jeremy softly yapping non-stop so jean doesn’t get lost in his thoughts. help

Andrew Minyard

I tried so hard and I feel like I didn't do him justice but I have drawn the boy

Also I don't know if its tumblr or my computer that is butchering the quality, I swear it looks neater on my end.

Ive been on a drawing binge of sbg fanart 😅

The first one is just a silly pic if them flexing at Ashlyns ballet practice. Got inspired by Full Metal alchemist for the second one.

I kind of love the idea of Jean offering his last name before him and Jeremy are even together, like havent even had their frist kiss yet. Maybe they take Jab on a walk and someone recognizes him and calls him Knox, which just puts him in his standoffish mood, coming to terms with the fact that he does genuinely want to change it. Jean obviously picks up on the discomfort and asks him about it.

"I don't want to be a Knox anymore. I won't take the Wilshire name, I refuse to, but keeping Knox just isn't good for me anymore. It makes me feel stuck I guess. Maybe I should search a list of baby names. Or do you think its legal to simply not have a last name?" Jeremy teases the idea of being simply 'Jeremy Alan' while Jean ponders, eyes on Jab who is now chewing on a bush. Tapping Jab on the back to distract him from the potentially harmful plant, he states it as a fact "You can use Moreau." Jeremy stops walking, staring dead ahead with a completely blank face.

"What." It comes out on the third try, barely auditable.

"If you wanted, you could be a Moreau." Jean looks at him and Jeremy can feel heat over his entire body.

"I don't think you understand what that might imply to people." Jeremy tries to keep his voice steady, still avoiding Jeans eyes.

"I wouldn't mind." And Jean smiles, a soft genuine smile, to which Jeremy loses every bit of composure he had. Jab circles at Jeremys feet, wanting to keep moving. Jeremy finally brings himself to look at Jean, his knees nearly giving out at the peaceful look of...longing.

"You would actaully want that?" A small spike of panic rises when Jean full body turns to face him.

"Jeremy Moreau." Jean nods, as if agreeing to the way it sounds on his lips. The heavy feeling of butterflies swarming Jeremys stomach has him feeling light headed.

"Yeah." He manages to whisper out. "Jeremy Moreau. I could get used to that." Still frozen in place on the sidewalk, Jean reachs a hand out, brushing against Jeremys as he takes the leash. Jean doesn't say anything else, but calmly gets them moving again. Jeremy lingers slightly behind, his gaze locked on Jean, on the way he so naturally walks with Jab, on how none of this conversation seems to weigh on him. Jeremy has a thought, rushing to catch up. "In what context?" He forces the words out before he can second guess himself. Jean says nothing, turning to him, his eyes flicking to Jeremys lips for a split second, then meeting Jeremys'. Jean shrugs, focusing back on the walk, not directly answering and yet Jeremy feels like his heart is going to give out. Jeremy goes to take the leash back, needing a distraction, but Jean grabs his hand, not letting go as he puts their hands down by their sides. Jeremy stares at the concrete, red faced and breathing uneven as he laces their fingers together. It repeats in his head the whole walk home, Jeremy Moreau, Jeremy Moreau, Jeremy Moreau.

Andrew doesnt like whne people touch his things, he doesnt share and Neil is his. When a small fangroup of girls rushes up to Neil before the game, he ignores them, prentending he doesn't care. He stands far off blocking out the random squeals and complements until one of the girls asks for a picture. Neil gives a shrug and a fake smile to get it over with, the girl getting up on her toes to kiss his cheek and take the picture. Andrew takes two steps forward before they are called for lineup. His eyes don't leave the girl until Neil is as his side again. The game goes by in a blur, score after score, shut down after shut down, Andrew keeps most of his frustration in check, only getting worked up when the ball makes it to his goal. They win 17 to 8 and when the bell tolls Andrew steps out of his goal. The foxes celebrate in the middle and he joins them, almost, barely two feet off of the huddle, he motions for Neil. Neil obeys and walks over, taking off his gloves on his way. Andrew has already removed his gloves and helmet, abandoning them at the goal. When Neil makes it to him, his helmet is unbuckled but in place, so Andrew laces his fingers with the guard, tugging it.

"Off." Neil obeys, pulling it over his head and letting Andrew drop it to the floor. "Yes or no?" Neil looks at him suprized, he doesnt ever want public affection, and with this many people around? Neil pans over the crowd, scanning the faces of cheering bystanders. Andrew grabs his face and pulls him back. "Yes or no?" He repeats, locking their eyes together.

"Its always yes. You know that." Neil cant help but smile as Andrew rolls his eyes then yanks him to him. Neil instinctively puts his hands in his hair, pulling him closer. Their kiss is aggressive and sudden and over before Neil is satisfied, but he drops his hands and lets Andrew push him away. Neil only stares when its over, wanting more and not caring for the thousands who just saw. Andrew turns his head to where the fangirls sit, then grabs Neil by the collar, pulling him off the court, Neil only smiles wider as the foxes lose their minds about what just happened, exchanging their bet payouts.

Jean kissing all of Jeremys tears away

Jeremy kissing all of Jeans scars

oh what I would give for Jean to go to another festival, to get to see fireworks again, maybe even play games. For him to try Agua Fresca, a little reassurance from Cat and he might have a sweet beverage he can actually enjoy without stress. I need him to be walking around with a stuffed animal Jeremy won under one arm, while holding a fruit drink with a little umbrella in the other hand, waiting patiently for them to try all the rides (there is no way in hell he is getting in a tiny metal box built in a day to go flying through the air) maybe he would try the bumper cars or do a corn maze. Him watching kids run and laugh, seeing all the lights and fun music, maybe there is even a live band. Jeremy watching him be appalled by the idea of funnel cake (the three of them finish two). Laila convincing him to do face paint, so he has all these intricate swirls on the left side of his face, burying the '3' in a wash of twists and turns of color. Jeremy dragging him to the petting zoo, seeing all these animals he has never been around. Goats, ducks, sheep, and ponies all mingling together. He hates the smell, but there's this little duck that follows him everywhere he goes and he cant help but to feel something. Cat cramming them all into frame for a picture as they are leaving, getting all the rides and lights behind them and maybe he even smiles, just a small, content smile as Jeremy presses their faces together, hugging the girls to them.

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.”

I did a thing! Regarding my post from yesterday, I have now written the first chapter that will probably only be two. Lowkey embarrassing myself here, take it before I chicken out and delete it lol.

Never lose sight of why you started