Andrew Minyard

This started out as a silly cute JereJean idea I had at work and now I fear it needs a trigger warning 😀 (also I had to rewrite it like 12 times because I kept forgetting to save the draft and closing tumblr)

//TGR SPOLIERS//

//TW: hints of sexual abuse//

ITS WHOLESOME I PROMISE 😭😭

Its the middle of night, Jeremy hasn't been able to sleep, at peace simply staring at the ceiling listening to Jeans breathing. Until eventually his breathing gets faster, more aggravatied and quiet shuffles occasionally fill the air. Jean's having another nightmare. Jeremy debates waking him up, but doesn't get the chance before he startles himself awake. Jean sits up, looking over at him for a brief moment then waves him off as he makes his way to the kitchen. Jeremys not sure if its dismissial for him to go back to sleep or for him not to ask about his dream, not that he ever does. Jeremy debates if he wants to follow and before he makes a conscious decision, hes kicking the blankets off. Jean says nothing as he fills a glass with water, watching in a half asleep daze as jeremy leans against the counter.

"Why are you up?" Its not anger or concern, simple curiosity as to why Jeremy followed him. He shrugs in response.

"Cant sleep." He mumbles. Jean only hums in return. Maybe its how deliriously tired he is or maybe its the way he can feel Jeans body heat despite the foot and a half of distance between them, Jeremy can't help, but smile. When Jean quirks an eyebrow at him, its impossible to suppress the giggle. Attempting to force it away, he clears his throat, waving a hand aimlessly.

"Sorry sorry. I'm tired. I don't know." Hes giggling again before he even finishs his sentence.

"Then sleep." Jeans voice isn't demanding, its light and calm, a suggestion. Jeremy shrugs again, watching Jean sip his water.

"I"m content here." He gives a calm smile, closing his eyes for a moment while drawing in a deep breath, he goes into a giggling fit upon the exhale and had to look down to calm himself. "Sorry, sorry, you're just...amusing." he gives a content hum, trying to straighten himself and not explaining his train of thought.

"I didn't do anything." Jean rolls his eyes, but has to shove away the warm fondness that laugh is bringing him. He sips his water for a distraction.

"You don't have to, being here is enough." Jeremy settles himself, if only just and Jean now feels like he's the one unabke to catch his breath. The kitchen is dark, the street light from the curtainless windows being their only light as the world sleeps. The girls blissfully in a slumber in the room over and the house quiet, it seems like they are the only two to exisit in this moment.

Maybe Jean is just as tired as Jeremy because he doesn't recall making the decision to move, maybe its the alluring gravity of Jeremys laugh, or the way he can see the cold prickling at his arms, but he steps closer, reaching around him to set the glass down on the counter. Jeremy reaches back behind him, holding the counter on either side as Jean all but closes their distance. His smile is still there, soft and sleepy. Jean knows he should look away, ignore the bedhead and the way the street lamp glows softly on his skin, but he can't. In a moment of untter out of control impulse, he leans forward, stopping at the last second. His lips a breath away from Jeremys. He can feel him go still, the tension in his muscles, but he doesn't move, doesn't tell him to stop, but he can't take that last irreversible step. The panic rises in him and as he contemplates walking away, "Jean..." Jeremy's breath on his lips nearly makes his knees give out and the gentle tone he speaks in is so clearly a question.

"Can I?" he says without thinking. Jeremys 'yeah' was felt more than heard. Jean barely brushes their lips together in a single, soft kiss. He hesitates to pull away, wanting more. Jeremys fingers wraping into the front of Jeans shirt almost causes him to lean in instead. With his eyes still closed, Jeremy gives the slighest tug of Jean shirt, making him lose every ounce of composure he had. Jean knows he should stop, to not give into the burning hunger in his chest, yet all he can think of is Jeremy's lips on his, his hands in his shirt and his taste in his mouth. The last idea of stopping leaves his mind entirely when Jeremys tongue touches his bottom lip, Jean has him in the counter in seconds, a startling yelp and muffled giggles break the kiss for only a moment, with Jean now inbetween his legs with his hands on his hips, he feels like he could be lost in this forever. That is until Jeremy puts both hands on his chest, slightly pushing him away. His confusion is only answered by Jeremy looking down at Jeans hands, his smile fading into a concerned look, its only then that he realizes he's trembling.

"We can stop." Jeremys voice is still kept a whisper, quieter now that they are so close. The anger in Jeans stomach is almost enough to over take the want, almost. Jeremy must have seen it because he pulls his hands away, opening his mouth, but before he can apologize Jean cuts him off.

"Its not you. I'm not mad at you. I want..this." he hesitates, the hoensty not forthcoming. "but I don't know how to have it." Jeans words are inconsistent and unsure. Jeremy waits, patiently staring at him, almost at his height now that he's on the counter. Jean fights to find the words, tensing and untensing his jaw. When he is slient for several mintues, only then does Jeremy speak.

"If this is too much, that's okay. We will never do anything you don't want to." Jeremy slowly leans forward, pressing their foreheads together.

"This isn't enough." Jean's voice is strained as he pushes against Jeremy, letting a little of his frustrations out via the affection. He doesn't miss the way Jeremys face flushes red, but he also takes note of how he tries to ignore it, to keep Jeans attention here. "But I can't. Not when-" his voice fails at the thought of calloused hands gripping his hair. He can still feel Jeremys kiss on his lips, but its a harsher one that he remembers, more forceful and unrepentant. His scalp tearing, fingernails digging into his wrists, and yelling and teeth- Jean squeezes his eyes closed, gripping tighter at Jeremys waist. He doesn't want to think of any of that when Jeremy is in his arms, when his kiss tasts like coffee and chocolate, the smell of a fresh shower and clean sheets. He is not them.

"It is okay to need time, Jean. I'm not going anywhere. And if you want to do those things, okay. But I won't do them if you're not okay." Jeremys hands are soft on his cheeks, a ghost of a touch as he craddles his face. "I don't want to hurt you." If Jean were any further, he wouldn't have heard him, the words barely a breath in his face. Those words, he's saying them to himself. Jean can feel the fire in his chest churning and it feels like hes burning alive with hunger, but for once, he isn't afraid. Jean pulls his head away, only for a moment as he lowers to Jeremys shoulder, trailing his hands up his waist to his torso in a gentle squeeze. Jeremy doesn't hesitate to hug him back, fingers curling into his hair and ankles tucking around his knees. Jean jumps a bit when Jeremy buries his face into Jeans neck, but he settles in quickly, all of the tension leaving his body as Jeremy tuns soft fingers along his shoulder blades.

Hugs. Jean thinks. A cool evening breeze. Rainbows. Open roads. Friends. Fireworks. Fathers. Hugs.

IVE THOUGHT ABOUT THIS. Cat and Jean making dinner and Jean keeps getting annoyed that its in his face so Cat just kinda walks up to him and puts it up, so its kinda messy and the waves are all overlapping in that way they do when its unbrushed. Jean just giving a brief thank you before he continues cutting/seasoning food. Meanwhile Jeremy is just watching like 😳

Jean who’s still upset about his hair being ripped out in the nest, and lets his hair grow out super long just because he can.

Jeremy, who sees jean with his hair in a manbun for the first time and LOSES. HIS. SHIT.

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: All For The Game - Nora Sakavic Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Neil Josten/Andrew Minyard Characters: Andrew Minyard, Neil Josten Additional Tags: Nightmares, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Late Night Conversations, Neil Josten Needs a Hug, Andrew Minyard Takes Care of Neil Josten, suggestions of suicide Summary:

"You're amazing." Neil's words are the breath of a whisper, barely there. Andrew scrunches his nose in distaste.

"Don't say that." Andrew deadpans, but Neil is still staring at him like he's the center of the universe.

🥲

Imagine being Ben in episode 60. Like being trapped in a crumbling building covering his friend who they all just unkebabed from a tree.

And then over to the doorway Ben hear his cousin say "Oh shoot" as he watches as the ceiling crushes him. Like I feel like we don't tall about this enough, but Ben watched Aiden die and he couldn't move because he was covering Tyler.

Like he watched the cousin who took him in and welcome him into his home die. The cousin that helped him calm down whenever he felt himself get angry. The cousin who was always there for him, always smiling, joking and talking to him. And he just watched him die. He heard the ceiling fall, he heard the crunch of the ceiling crushing Aiden's head. He heard and saw it all and there was nothing he could do but watch Ashlyn and Taylor drag his limp body under a table and watch them cover him.

I am rereading aftg and I got to Neil asking Andrew to get out of their deal and its got me thinking that that scene might be the most desperate we ever see Andrew (outside of the obvious lol)

"Im asking you to break it" Andrew heartrate spikes.

I can imagine whats going on in Andrews head.

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This cant be happening. "No." Not like this.

"You said you'd stick with me if I kept Kevin south, but Kevin doesnt need me anymore-" Fuck Kevin, hes not the one I asked to stay "...theres nothing else I can give you in exchange for your protection." Im not a reason for you to stay, I never was , not really. I knew that.

"I dont want you to." He doesn't want me. "I need you to let me go" I'm losing him, hes going to run.

"I'll think of something." Dont leave, I can still protect you, it was never about Kevin, its you, you fucking idiot. Stay, stay, stay.

"Give me one good reason" I cant let you go yet, Ive only just gotten you.

"If I'm hiding behind you I'm still running" I'm begging you, stay.

"I want to stand on my own two feet. Let me do that. None of this means anything if I dont" stand next to me, dont run, dont disapear.

Neil sits back and relaxes into the beanbag, closing his eyes, letting Andrew think it over.

How can you do this? How can you be everything I need, everything I want and ask me to let you go? How can you respect every boundry, even my silence and say you have to walk away? You are all you need to give me, just stay.

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You cant comvince me Andrews "ill think of something" isn't his way of telling Neil 'i need you with me' because Andrew doesnt believe people are willing to stay without a deal or protection or some kind of benefit. He doesnt have friends, not really. Nicky is family, looking out for them, the deal with Aaron, Kevin's deal, even Renee gets stuff out of their relationship, though its less of a deal and more of just mutal benefit. He doesn't expect Neil to stay if he isnt protecting him, and hes scared of losing him, of the kisses stopping, of their game ending. At least that how I see this scene now that ive read it and i know more about them. This is Andrew clinging to Neil and he doesnt even know it. Because in Neils eyes, hes keeping him safe by ending the deal, Andrew wont get hurt trying to save him, but for Andrew, hes losing the one person who he wants to choose him and he didnt know if Neil would make that choice if there was other options.

I dont care what anyone says, Jeremy Sumpter is my Neil Josten 😌

When Jean gets there, its a screaming match between Jeremy and Bryson, Jeremy sobbing as he is yelling his heart out. William opens the front door at the sound of the motorcycle, an open invitation to join the dispute. Of course Bryson is pissed to see Jean (also slightly scared) but Jean just ignores him, going directly to Jeremy, getting between them and gently pushing him to the door.

"You're running away? Again." Bryson barks at Jeremy, but before he can antagonise him further or before Jeremy can response, Jean whips around, all his rage seconds from bursting.

"You ignorant, intolerant flickle minded child! You have the kindest brother anyone could ever ask for and you fucking ruin him at every turn." Bryson tries to cut in, but Jean steps closer, getting louder. "You are beyond pathetic. Just because your mommy's favorite doesnt give you the right such a brain dead waste of oxygen. If you ever make him cry again-" Jean stops, taking in a ragid breath, attempting to calm himself "Walk away from me before I start breaking bones." The death glare Jean locks on him has Bryson stepping back. Jean doesn't budge as Jeremy tries to pull him to the door, waiting for Bryson to take a few more steps back. Only when there's distance between then does be turn, keeping eyes on him and he lets Jeremy proceed him.

"Lets get you home." All of the anger in Jean voice is gone, replaced with concern and grief. Jeremy cries the whole ride, tightly clingy to Jean as he desperately tries to stop his sobbing. When Jean parks, he doesnt try to get off. Instead, he holds at Jeremy arms around his torso, grabbing his hands into his own, gently squeezing.

"I'll never let him hurt you again. I'd bury him before I let him lay hands on you." Jeans declaration is left without response when Jeremy whimpers out.

"I tried to remember. My mind went blank, I couldn't find the words. I tried-" Jean shushes him lightly, rubbing at Jeremy arm.

"We will work on it. You did good. What matters is that your home. We will start speaking french more often, with practice, you will get there." Jeremy picks his head up, resting it on Jeans shoulder. Their helmets keep them from looking at each other as they clank together.

"Thank you." Jeremy sighs out. "For getting me out of there." The relief in his tone has Jean relaxing, leaning back into his chest.

"Come on, Cat should have dinner ready by now."

as much as we all want jeremy to use the phrase to get jean to whisk him away from his abusive family, imagine if he can’t. jeremy just can’t remember. and he calls jean, sounding so broken and defeated. so tired. crying.

“I’m sorry I forgot. I’ll let you yell at me later for it, I promise. But please— can you please come get me?”

and somehow jeremy’s broken plea is so much harder to hear than the phrase would’ve been.

and of course jean isn’t going to yell at him. forgotten phrases or not, he’s going to get jeremy the fuck out of there. no question.

The idea of them dancing is so sweet! Jeremy teaching Jean to two step, Jean fumbling around but enjoying it anyway. Jeremys laughter as he twirls himself in Jeans arms AHH my babies!!

Hear me out

After Jeremy properly moves in with them, the floozies have days when they put music on and have a "special" dinner. Cat, Laila Jean and Jeremy invite the rest. Jean and Cat are obviously the one's who cook. Cody' chatting with them in tge kitchen. Cat put her special playlist on, Laila turns the volume up Xavier, Nabil, Min, Ananya, Laila and Jeremy are just dancing around together. Xavier makes Nabil do swirls. Cody & Cat occasionally sings together when Cat is not occupied that much with preparing the dinner. And they do an OUTSTANDING performance of "The thrill of first love". Jean likes those special dinners, loves looking at the others having fun. Family - he thinks. His head is even movibg with the rythm of music automatically. He doesn't even notce it but Jeremy does. So Jeremy goes up to Jean streched his hands in fron of him. Jean frowns confused but put's his palms into the other man's. Jeremy puts his arm around Jean's waist and leads them into a dance. Jean is tense at first, moves a little akwardly but Jeremy helps him relax. And they dance together. After the song finishes they stop dancing the others are cheering for them, Cat calls them to help her prepare the table. Jeremy kisses Jean on the cheek. And Jean grabs his chin and gives him a kiss on the mouth.

Thats my vision. God I love the floozies.

I don't know anything about the raven AUs or what the extra content has to say but can you imagine if Jean, Kevin, Neil and Andrew were all at evermore at once, because ive been dwelling on it. It would be endless fights. Fists would fly so often. We'd have the whole kevjean situationship plus the andreil mess that is them. Also, jeaneil would be THE power couple. If they had been partners for years, can you imagine the brutality of their insults, oml. I would never want to piss them off or youd just be thrown through the nine rings of hell that is verbal abuse.

And if Andrew still made the deal for nicky and Aaron (not sure that would work but its something to consider)

Would Aaron and Andrew be partners? How would they handle all their problems if they are stuck together 24/7? Do you think Aaron would still fall in love? Would Andrew take medical classes so Aaron can be a doctor? Do you this Aaron has PTSD, thinking of Talia everytime a beating happens?

Dont even get me started on how it would destroy Nicky. He is not built to handle any of that. Plus what Riko would do to him and Andrew, eventually even to Neil. Riko caught Jean by simple looks and Andrew constantly pointed out "that" look on Neil, they would be fucked.

But it would be so intresting to read.

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: All For The Game - Nora Sakavic Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Jeremy Knox/Jean Moreau Characters: Jeremy Knox, Jean Moreau Additional Tags: Jeremy Knox Needs A Hug, Hurt Jeremy Knox, Soft Jean Moreau, Fluff and Hurt/Comfort, Hugs Summary:

Jean's focus only wavers at the feeling of a hand on his lower back, completely freezing when two arms slowly wrap around his torso, hugging him as soft sniffles are heard over the rushing water.

Jeremy had a really tough day, but Jean is all the comfort he needs.

I wrote another moment of Jerejean. this is a one shot.

You would think they are my favorite, maybe I need to write an Andreil fic next.