Kota. ♡

I spent a lot of effort in this and I'm not convince in the way it turn out, but i already have it, may as well share it.

Jeremy wants it, needs it, changed before his new pro team gives him his professional jersey. Holding onto a part of them feels dangerously close to sliding back into his mother’s clutches. A fear that if he keeps Knox, a part of him will always be a phone call away from seeking love they’d never give him. And he's wanted to change his name for ages, this is the best time to do it. Jeremy stares at the paperwork for days. He can’t think of a last name for the life of him. Laila offers ‘Dermott’ but as many times as they’ve joked about getting married, Jeremy can’t picture it. It doesn’t feel right. Another name with weight and pull he hasn’t earned. But a random name feels worse than his old one. A reminder that he doesn't fit, doesn't belong.

Jean has seen the unsigned contract for too long to stand it anymore. On Jeremy's desk, at the kitchen island, shoved to the corner of the coffee table. He hesitates because ‘Moreau’ comes with baggage. Bad press Jeremy doesn’t need, doesn’t deserve. "Take it," he eventually says because Jeremy's career is too important, brings Jeremy too much joy for him to lose this opportunity to simple paperwork.

Jeremy is visibly shocked and Jean worries he's screwed up. They've only been dating for a few weeks. He won't take it back, but he can make it less scary. "It is your son's name," he amends, pointing to a sleeping Jabberwocky. "You should share it with him." And maybe Jeremy sees through Jean’s diversion but he ignores it anyway. ‘Jeremy Moreau’ feels settled. A name he can feel proud to have because he’s more and more proud and amazed by the other man he shares it.

(And if Jean feels a smug satisfaction every time he watches Jeremy’s games, if the possessive pull is sated every time he sees his name on Jeremy’s back that is no one’s business but his own)

And years later, Jeremy proposes first.

It was close. Both of them are competitive. The race for rings began the second the Supreme Court of California lifted the stay of execution. Jeremy’s engagement ring — a sun-etched gold band, set with a deep blue sapphire and two small diamonds — is even sitting in Jean’s hand, in his pocket when Jeremy pops the question. They both had the same idea: to propose during the fireworks, on the same beach they had watched them for the first time 6 years before.

Jeremy doesn’t say anything, doesn’t even tap Jean’s shoulder. He had a plan, a speech, but the second he sees gold peonies in Jean’s eyes again, all thoughts leave him. Jeremy’s hands move desperately and clumsily of their own accord to pull the ring out. Jean is already looking at him and all he can do is hold it out for Jean’s acceptance.

And I think that results in Andrew staring in his dresser every so often only able to find his club fits and an unmatched pair of socks.

And like he’s annoyed.

Fem!Jerejean Week is coming up!

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For those of you who like to plan ahead, in October our theme week will be AU!

A player from the opposing team complains to the Trojan captain. Jeremy raises an eyebrow.

"No, that doesn't sound like Jean."

The player corrects himself, annoyed.

"Well… he said my incompetence on the court rivals my lack of reflexes, and that even a dog could catch passes from the offensive line better than me."

Jeremy bursts out laughing.

maybe kevin walks in and with the serious look on neils face maybe assumes its a ravens game. what else would neil be that concentrated about if not exy? and he goes over to check and its two men just fucking. going at it, ruthlessly. neil has no shame about it, why would he? he knows others watch it and its common enough he knows kevin has dabbled in it even. and neil turns to kevin with an analytical look like, "how would that work" and kevins face is just beet red, fumbling words and embarassment thats not even his own