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Nora Sakavic
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February 22 - February 26, 2025
Jean dug his fingers in and insisted, “I am your partner. It is my place to assess and handle threats against you, not hers. Let me go.”
Thank you god for this jean the man u are
Jean got Laila out of the way with a quick hand on her shoulder. She was all that was keeping Bryson from getting inside, but Jean caught a fistful of his shirt as he stumbled through the doorway into the hall. He had a half-second to take him in: Jeremy’s caramel hair, Jeremy’s brown eyes, the same cheekbones and jawline, and then he threw Bryson off the porch with everything he had. The sickening crunch of glass as Bryson hit the windshield of Laila’s car said Jean owed her a thousand apologies, but Jean didn’t slow on his way down the steps.
A MAN A MAN A MA A A A NNN
This time he put his weight behind it, choking off Bryson’s air. “Be still, or I will break your neck,” Jean warned him, and Bryson froze.
And then we smash like oh
“You don’t know who you’re messing with,” Bryson said, glaring up at Jean. “I’m a Wilshire. Who the fuck are you?” “I am Jean Moreau,” Jean said, and Bryson tensed up so fast it was a wonder he didn’t crack a bone in the process. It was a curious thing, being feared off the court; normally only his opponents regarded him with any measure of dread.
THAT PARTTT
“One swing with a racquet would shut this half-baked baguette up for good,” Jean suggested, but Laila only tugged at his shirt until he finally backed away from Bryson.
LMAOIII
Laila lifted her head from Cat’s shoulder to say, “For the record, it was the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen, and I don’t even like men. It would have done you so much good to see that bitch humbled, Jeremy.”
Heavy on that
was cruel enough to voice their speculations on the court. The only real fuss came from Derek and Derrick, who started gleefully referring to Jean as “lil bro” during the final scrimmage.
LMAO
Jeremy knew she was beautiful, and he knew Jean liked women and men equally. He didn’t know why the laundry basket was now digging permanent creases into his fingers, but his tone was friendly and light as he introduced them.
THAT PARTTT
“That foreigner teammate of yours put your brother through a windshield,” Mathilda reminded him. “Supposedly,” Jeremy said. “All of Laila’s neighbors say differently about what happened with Bryson.” “He needed stitches,” Mathilda reminded him.
Thank GOD fuck that guy
“Someone idiotic,” Jean said. “We haven’t used the guillotine in thirty years.” “Almost exactly thirty,” Laila agreed. “September 1977.” “I like that you two just know this off the top of your heads,” Cat said dryly. “Nerds.”
“Oh, my darling sons, off to their first day at school. Mwah!” she added, kissing the air near Jean’s cheek. “Do Momma proud.” Jean looked to Laila and said, “Handle her.” “Oh, I do,” Laila said into her coffee.
OH MY GOD I LOVE GHEM END MY LIFEEE
“And you’re not worried about him?” was the skeptical accusation. “I have no reason to be,” Jeremy said. “He is my friend.” The second man nudged the first and muttered, “Like Dexter was.” Jeremy gave the man his undivided attention and his most pleasant smile. “Sorry, I didn’t catch that.”
OH??
He was briefly tempted to go in search of coffee,
Genuinely crazy how much coffee all of them drink and dont shit their pants
“You showered again,” Jean said as Jeremy got settled at his side. Jeremy stared blank-faced at him. “Uh?” “Different cologne.” Jean dragged a highlighter over a relevant section of his notes. “This one does not suit you whatsoever.” Jeremy tugged at his shirt to sniff it. “Oh, I didn’t even notice. Not mine,” he explained when Jean glanced his way. “I bumped into a friend on my way back to campus. Is it really that offensive?” Knowing it had come off another man’s body made it twice as terrible. “Yes.” “Sorry,” Jeremy said, sounding more amused than apologetic. He scooted out of Jean’s
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THIS IS INSANEEE??????????
“Normally we just kill ‘em with kindness until someone else intervenes or they embarrass themselves by being awful, but I don’t think it’s gonna work this time. Not if Jeremy’s going, I mean.” Jean stilled with his last strawberry halfway to his mouth. “If.”
Ugh i love their codependency
Jean had no idea what that was supposed to mean, but this wasn’t the time to
get sidetracked. He tucked that comment aside for later as Cody continued. “Jeremy got invited to an exclusive afterparty, so he sent Noah back to the hotel alone. Probably figured he’d watch TV or go to sleep early, but Noah went up to the roof instead. Security footage had him at the rooftop lounge for about three hours.” Cody rubbed away a sudden chill before saying, “When he finally got up, it was to go over the railing.”
Theres no actual way this is why jeremys family hates him.......... Ur joking
“He is my partner,” Jean said. “I will protect him.”
FUCKKKKKM
He’d gotten Neil through three weeks at the Nest; dragging Jeremy through one banquet would be easy. Having to behave would be the only difficult part.
This is important to me btw
Jean’s four students sat together, one pair in front of the other.
Jeremy was on his knees facing backwards so he could talk to Xavier and Min; trust the man to never run out of anything to say.
HELLOO
Jean planned on going back to sleep, except he was too rested to drift off. That was annoying and unexpected.
“Good news,” he said, with a touch too much cheer. “Three hours down, six to go.” Jean flicked him a withering look. “I will leave you behind at the next rest stop.” Jeremy’s smile was radiant and unafraid, and Jean had to look away even before Jeremy said, “You wouldn’t.” “Maybe not,” Jean said, “but I’ll think about it.”
They make me SICKKKMKKKKKKKL
When Jean only waved that off, Jeremy said in French, “Hello! My name is Jeremy Knox. What is your name?” The sound of his language on Jeremy’s lips was enough to give Jean pause. He counted his heartbeats as he studied Jeremy’s face, committing the textbook-perfect sounds to memory,
I AM LOSING MY MIND?????
“No one will take you seriously if you learn French with a southern accent.” “Does that really matter?” Jeremy asked, studying Jean with a stare that felt prying. “I’m not learning French for anyone but you.”
I genuinely had to stand up and go outside and breathe thanks
He wanted to trace the memory of Jeremy’s weight down his side.
Jean let his gaze slide right past Lucas without hesitation and turned a disparaging look on the so-called double-D line. “Do not mangle my language,” he said.
He considered it, then sent a sidelong look over his shoulder. “What is it in English, the colored glass at church?” Lucas hesitated before answering, and Jean couldn’t fight back a faint scowl at the sound of it. “Stained glass. English continues to be a hideous invention. Stained glass.” He flicked his fingers, trying to erase it from his memory, but said, “That is what the Ravens are: sharp-edged and shattered, and fused together into a new whole. You cannot take them apart again.”
Jeremy let it slide in favor of counting steps in French.
“My name is Jeremy Knox. I am from Los Angeles. I am studying English at USC. Today I am in Tucson for—uh.” He faltered as he overestimated his vocabulary. Jean sighed but obediently supplied the missing word.
I have nobody to talk to abt this
Jeremy dug his feet in, refusing to budge, and Jean caught his chin so he could get a good look at Jeremy’s face.
God help me
Jeremy considered asking, but instead he said, “Mom thinks I should marry Laila.” It was enough to get Jean’s undivided attention, at least until Jeremy peeled his tank top off. Jean immediately found something else to stare at, like he always did when Jeremy was in varying stages of undress.
This book is insane like neil was so demi its crazy to see the difference
It was horrifically inappropriate fighting for Jean’s attention like this, Jeremy knew; shame was a prickling heat eating away at his satisfaction.
HEKLOOO JEALOUS JEREMY FUCK
Weight on the bed had him drawing his arm back. Jean was leaning over him, one hand braced on the mattress beside Jeremy’s head. His charcoal dress shirt was only half-buttoned, and Jeremy instinctively followed the line of his throat down to his exposed collarbone.
Please god Pleaseeedddsdcgdyegsbggbsg
From anyone else this would be an invitation, but this was Jean. Too many others had put their hands on him and shattered his trust. Jeremy couldn’t make the first move here no matter how desperately he wanted to tug a few more buttons loose.
JEREMY <3
His expression was serious as he said, “Tell me the phrase.” Jeremy would be lucky to know his own name when Jean was standing between his legs like this.
This. book.
You are my captain and my partner; that is all I need to know. I will stand with you against them.” “You and me against the world,” Jeremy mused, delighted despite himself.
Jean was still fiddling helplessly with his tie when Jeremy was completely ready, so Jeremy went to him and put his hands out in offering. “Let me,” he said, and Jean relinquished it to him.
BAM BAM BAM one after another pls let me recover
“Easier on—” he started to say, but Jean’s fingers on his neck killed his train of thought. “Horrid creations,” Jean said as he fixed Jeremy’s collar. “No better than a noose.” Jeremy meant to laugh or agree. What he said was, “You look good.” When Jean went still as stone, Jeremy hurried to correct himself with, “It looks good on you, I mean. But I get it—not the most comfortable thing to wear.”
If jerejean has no fans im DEAD
it was hot as the devil’s buttcrack in Tucson
The Canadian, he remembered, a half-second before she launched rapid-fire French across the table at Jean. Jean stared at her in dead silence for several moments before answering, and it was her turn to size him up with a fierce frown. Jeremy looked from one to the other, idly wondering how he could police Jean’s rudeness if he couldn’t understand what he was saying. Both players looked equally annoyed, but not enough to call it off. “You two good?” Jeremy asked. “Probably talking mad shit about us,” Torres said, nudging his goalkeeper.
LMAOOOOO
“His is hands down the worst accent I’ve ever heard,” she said. Jean’s scandalized, “Mine?” startled a laugh out of her, and they went back to harassing one another.
Im offended on his behalf actually
“I could live a hundred lives and never be as smart as you,” Jeremy said. “Maybe if you would learn to read,” she returned.
An english major btw
Didn’t you know? Guests don’t have rooftop access there.” It was enough to put a hole in his chest, but Jeremy only managed a hollow, “What,” before Jean’s fist came down between them hard enough to rattle every set of silverware on the long table.
A MAN A MAN A MAAAAA E E A EA NNN
“That’s bullshit,” Connors said. “I am perfect Court. I cannot be wrong about Exy.”
CLOCK ITTT
He half-expected his former teammate to refuse, but after a beat Torres passed his pack of cigarettes over. It was heavy enough Jeremy knew the lighter was inside, so he smiled his thanks and turned away. Jean snagged his wrist. “Do not.” Jeremy tested his bruising grip. “Walk with me.”
Thrmthemthemthem
Jean immediately stole the cigarettes from him and chucked them to one side. Jeremy sighed and shifted to go after them, but Jean clapped both hands down on his shoulders to hold him still.
Jeremy kept his distance as he lit up and studied the curling smoke so he could move downwind of Jean.
Sorry jean we are not the same hes so hot
Jean made a cutting gesture in his peripheral vision. “Let me fight him. I will make sure he never plays again.” When Jeremy only shook his head, Jean promised, “I will do it with no witnesses.”
CRYING??? LMAOOO
He didn’t realize he’d looked away until Jean caught hold of his chin and turned his head back. Jean’s warning was quiet: “You promised.” “I promised,” Jeremy agreed, “but this isn’t the time to get into it.”
HIM AND THIS CHIN GRABBING GOOOODDD
