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snailsgoingdowntown · 4 months ago

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Help, I Reincarnated as the Female Lead’s Sister-in-Law!

‘Slight’ Yandere! Dion Agriche x Fem! Reader

Chapter 15

Story Masterlist

Arranged marriage AU

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NOTE: Dion’s down bad and Jeremy needs more than one positive influence. Also, pray for the Reader guys.

Reader guys.

WARNINGS: Both Dion and Jeremy are out of character for plot reasons, toxic marriage/relationship, themes of obsession and possessiveness, slight yandere themes, anxiety, near panic attack (probably), invasion of personal space (Dion needs to learn), jealousy, drugs (sleeping pills), almost normal sibling interaction between the two Agriches (they are trying their best <3), mention of birth control, Reader thinks about how Dion would make a pretty bad father (better than Lant but still bad), (Reader thinks Dion would be jealous of their future kid if they ever have one, but I think Lant would separate them before any type of attachment could form), Dion’s actions are very toxic no matter how you look at it. Please tell me if I missed any.

NSFW-ish WARNINGS: mention of implied vaginal sex, Lant being creepy-ish with putting the Reader on birth control since he basically thinks the married couple is busy at night often, mention of cum swallowing, mention/implied oral (male receiving) and hand job. No sexual activities actually take place, but still.

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT CONDONE ANY OF THE HARMFUL AND/OR DANGEROUS ACTIONS AND/OR BEHAVIORS THAT MAY TAKE PLACE IN THIS PIECE OF FICTION. THESE ACTIONS/BEHAVIORS SHOULD NOT BE NORMALIZED NOR ROMANIZED AS THEY ARE BOTH EXTREMELY TOXIC AND DANGEROUS.

MINORS/BLANK BLOGS/BLOGS THAT DO NOT INTERACT WITH OR REBLOG FANDOM RELATED THINGS (FICS, ART, ETC.) DNI.

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“Jeremy?”

He grins so brightly it could rival the sun. “In the flesh. I heard that the old lady invited you to her room.” Hands in his pockets, he kicks his leg up before slightly leaning against the doors. His cat-like blue eyes observe your every action. It puts you on edge.

He shouldn’t be here.

“O-oh yes… word sure does travel fast.” Lifelessly you chuckle, fingers slightly gripping the sheets below you. It takes effort not to rip them between your fingers. Averting your eyes leads to them landing on his brown boots. They looked cleaned rather than new, the laces slightly worn and a scuff mark here and there on them.

You look at them harder. Slightly damp with some sort of cleaning material, you quickly realize he had just washed them. Scanning over his person only makes you more certain of that fact - some slime in his hair and on his pale cheek rests a small speck of blood. His clothes were wrinkled all over and his hair was windblown.

It looks like he hastily tried to clean himself before coming here.

Regardless, his clothes are still expensive looking and you wonder if they cost more than half of your wardrobe back at home. Trying your best not to frown at the reminder of how much more powerful the Agriche family is compared to your own, you’re drawn to the red on his fair cheek.

Upon seeing where your gaze rests on his face, he quickly swipes the area off a few times until the blood is no more. It now stains his blue sleeve.

“The old lady wouldn’t shut up about it once she sent the invitation yesterday. You should have seen Dion’s face,” he scoffs with a grin at the memory. But then it quickly morphed into a frown when he remembered it was Maria who called for you.

Knowing Dion, it was probably a twitch of the eyebrow and a glare meant for her. Their relationship is tragic. Still, you wonder if she told him herself or if he just overheard from a second party. Or perhaps both, going to ask her in person once the news reached his ears.

“Is that so?” Brain working overtime to keep this conversation going, you watch as Jeremy yawns while stretching his arms above his head. When like this, he really does only look like a boy - a child. But underneath his current demeanor lies a crazy little man who has no qualms about killing.

Just how he was taught.

The boy hums in thought, making you look at his face. He grins and you lightly tremble, breaking out in a small cold sweat. His pearly white canines nearly shine in the sunlight seeping through the glass terrace doors. He reminds you of a cat on the hunt. Ready to pounce.

Even with a child you are only prey.

How pathetic.

“Are you free tomorrow? Xana is and it’s not like I have anything going on either.” He sounds so carefree, his age showing. And yet, the fact only makes you more nervous, fingers twitching as Jeremy waits for your answer. His face is so bright that it almost looks sincere.

Well… you do need to talk to Roxana. Maybe not ask her for help right off the bat, but establishing a ‘decent relationship’ with her and Jeremy could be a decent idea… assuming they won’t turn out to be like your husband.

Oh. I… never considered that…

Newfound apprehension forms from a single thought that just now crossed your mind. After interacting with Maria a few times, you already expected you would become one of her ‘favorites’ - for how long, you’re not sure. But what about the rest of the family?

Lant?

Sierra?

Roxana?

Jeremy?

Would they also become obsessed with you? So far, the only one who’s acting as he should is Lant and to a degree, Maria, not to mention Sierra from what you’ve seen. On the other hand, Dion, Roxana and Jeremy are not. But, as you originally thought, the two younger in-laws could just be testing you. A test that would decide your faith.

You take in a small breath. You can still hear your drumming heartbeat even as you lock eyes with him. Your gut screams at you to kick him out as you smile at him. You force your body to ‘relax’ as it stiffens when you answer.

You need to start properly playing the role of a good in-law to these people. Submissive enough to be ignored by the majority of them while the others praise you. Holding back a scowl at the newfound ‘plan,’ you realize you’re reducing yourself to nothing more than a fucking dog.

You go on regardless.

“Yes, actually. Do you have something in mind?” His eyes brighten, pushing himself off the doors a bit. From what’s shown, there isn’t a hint of something sinister in those blue eyes of his. Your younger brother-in-law almost reminds you of Zac whenever you praise him or tag along on one of his ‘adventures’.

“You haven’t seen the entire estate, right? There’s some cool sights we could show you.” Excitedly offering up ideas you only smile and nod. In truth, just the thought of it is making your stomach churn. It wasn’t in disgust like with your husband, but rather… something else.

“That sounds nice.”

A lie that only makes him smile brighter.

However, before he could utter another word, the doors opened behind him, and had he still leaned against it, he would have fallen backwards. Dressed to the nines - then again, who isn’t in this family, ever - a certain tall, black-haired and scarlet eyes man towers over the boy like nothing.

You flinch while Jeremy looks at the ‘intruder’ in annoyance. Your time together has come to an end, it seems. Dion glances at you before looking at his younger half-brother.

“Since when was breaking and entering your hobby?” What should sound like a joke is said with a glare, his voice low enough to almost sound like a threat.

“O-oh, I actually invited him in after he knocked…” There wasn’t a bond between you and the boy. But you had a feeling that if you didn’t step in, an argument would break out, and that there was a chance that Jeremy might take a swing at him. You don’t care about Dion, but you’d rather not see a kid fight a nineteen-year-old.

“Did you?” He sounds doubtful but thankfully not upset.

“Y-yes.”

Your husband only continues to stare you down. Unable to maintain eye contact with him for a second longer, you turn your attention to Jeremy. “But yes, it would be nice to spend time together.” Faintly, you can see Dion slightly twitch as you show sweetness to his brother and not him.

But he quickly recovers, most likely realizing how pathetic it was to be jealous over a kid. Even more so when that kid is his own brother, needing to keep appearances that he’s not as depraved as the rest of his family. You almost praise him for that.

Jeremy smugly looks at his older brother before turning back to you. “Okay. I’ll come by to pick you up in the morning with Xana, then.” He lingers for a bit before your husband gently nudges Jeremy’s foot with his own, signaling to the boy that he wants him out.

… this is so weird to see… and pathetic on Dion’s end.

Your husband had only recovered from short-lived jealousy. Annoyance, on the other hand, was radiating off of him.

“Hey! Why are you pushing me out!?”

“Pushing? You must be imagining things.”

If it wasn’t for their tone of voice - snarky, threatening from Jeremy and monotone from Dion - it would have passed as a normal exchange between siblings. However, with murderous rage and pure hatred in his eyes, Jeremy looks like a hissing cat. Dion, on the other hand, looks like he could easily take him down if needed, calm and calculating.

Quickly slipping your shoes back on, you hurry over to the two males. Choosing to ignore your husband, you pat Jeremy’s head, forcing your eyes to soften as you pretend he’s your lovely - annoying - Zac.

Imagining he had (h/c) hair instead of black, replacing his blue eyes with (e/c) in your head, the memory of your brother almost puts you at ease. You make yourself feel sick for doing this - it wasn’t fair to no-one.

“Thanks for coming by, Jeremy.” Saying his name was an accident, your breath hitching once you realize your mistake. Too intimate for in-laws who barely saw each other, when one is afraid of the other. You continue on regardless.

“I’m sad that we need to cut our conversation short, but your brother wants to talk in private.” You don’t want to be alone with the favorite son. You consider begging Jeremy to stay, but that would only backfire on you. You’re scared to find out how Dion would react if you do that.

Jeremy’s reaction is also a call for caution. So, you keep your mouth shut.

“However, feel free to come by whenever.”

You’re vaguely aware of your husband’s fingers daring to curl into yours as you offer smiles and attention to Jeremy. Subtly, you pull your hand away, skin crawling at his touch. Like you would willingly hold his hand.

“Oh…,” taken aback by your sudden shower of ‘affection,’ Jeremy looks at you, surprised. But a joyful grin breaks out on his face, truly showing his youth. “Alright. I’ll come by with Xana tomorrow.” He turns on his feet to leave, but not without sending one last glare towards Dion.

After the door shuts, the arranged husband and wife are left alone.

Facing the door as your husband faces you, he’s close enough to reach out and plays with a strand of your hair, twirling it between his fingers. It makes you want to cut that strand off, to cut all of it off and scrub yourself clean. Fingers twitch as you hold back the urge to yank your hair away from him and leave the room.

“You act affectionately towards everyone but me.” He steps closer while you become glued to your spot, breathing halted and heart almost stopping. Bringing the strand of hair up to his lips, he kisses it while looking down at you, scarlet eyes glowing with something heavy, dangerous thoughts swirling in the red irises. You’re close to screaming.

Your legs buck. Lungs stop working. Mind blank. Mouth dry as you force your right hand down, shaking and twitching as it begs to be bitten down on.

He lets it go with an odd smile, and you tear your gaze away to look at the heavy doors in front of you.

Sweat pools at your temples and the base of your neck. You lick your lips, terrified that Dion might take another unwanted step. That he would give in and -

“I-I don’t know what you mean…,” you speak faster than you can think. Lacing your fingers together in front of your chest, you silently pray to a God that won’t listen. For if he did, you wouldn’t be here.

You must repent for your sins before he lends you an ear.

“You don’t?” His pointer finger curls and then wipes away a tear you didn’t even notice that leaked, and you start to breathe rapidly. “You smiled at two guards yesterday while ignoring me. And just now you even rubbed Jeremy’s head while you refused to touch me.”

You just shake your head, prayer after prayer said in your head. No-one answers them.

“He’s a boy… n-no need to get… upset over it.” Your toes curl in your shoes. The door is right there, you could try your luck. Oh, but when you look at him from the corner of your eye, you realize that’s impossible - his eyes are solely on you. Watching your every move, every twitch, every exhale and inhale. His attention to detail is clear as day when he calls you ‘cute’ once he notices how you caught on.

Your stomach churns.

No, no, no - this is a dream. It has to be. Dion Agriche doesn’t call people ‘cute,’ he shouldn’t be married, he should be hovering over Roxana.

He starts to talk again, and for once he doesn’t lean in closer or hold the back of your neck or head. “You’re right - he’s just a boy… setting aside the fact he could easily take on a good amount of the regular guards.” His reply is accompanied with a lazy smirk.

You blink, turning your head to face him. You’re still trembling, still holding back screams and sobs the longer he stays here. But, you needed to say something, slightly annoyed he’s knowingly ignoring what you meant. “I-I am fully a- aware of that,” your body twitches as you look down to the side, “and I kn - know you know what I me-mean.”

You can’t stop stuttering. It’s embarrassing, it makes you feel like a child. But how can you talk properly to a man that gladly assisted in taking your freedom away? His pretty little songbird.

Your husband hums in thought before pushing back a few strands of hair behind your ear. He takes a step back when you do.

How considerate of him.

Was silence always this painful? Or was it just his suffocating presence that taints the air around you? Are you really going to suffer being his wife, a part of this family for the rest of your life, no matter how short?

Was your sin so offensive that it carried over to this world?

Of course it was.

While you’re drowning in your anxiety and panic, Dion merely looks at you. Shamefully, day by day it gets harder and harder to just limit himself to fleeting touches. He’s all too painfully aware that you’re terrified of him, that you despise being here and to bear his last name.

He knows it’s not romantic. That it’s dangerous and all kinds of fucked up. But his feelings for you are genuine, no matter how twisted. He wonders if that realization would only drive you away once it hits you.

It’s not romantic but it’s the closest thing he knows to it. And it makes everything all the more ironic.

Soon, he’ll learn the price of pushing and pushing and pushing.

Both of you are startled by three knocks at the door, too caught up in your thoughts to even hear the footsteps. A regular occurrence for you but an extremely rare one for him. It leaves a bitter taste in his mouth.

“My lady, I have returned with the sleeping pills. May I come in?”

Oh! You forgot all about Hana, how silly of you.

Hana my savior, my hero, God I think you’re my favorite person now and -

“Y-yes!” You squeak out, acting a bit too fast just to open the door yourself. Both your maid and husband are taken aback by this, especially when you hold the door open for her. “Come in.” You usher her, watching as her look of confusion becomes stoney once Dion enters her field of vision, standing tall, towering over both of you.

She bows her head as she continues to hold a silver tray with the pills on it. Unnecessary to carry it just for measly pills, but the fact she’s here at all improves your mood significantly. You’re so caught up in her that you don’t see the way Dion’s eye twitches before his expression becomes true neutral when he sees how warm you are with her.

“Greetings, young master.” She doesn’t spare him another glance as her attention returns to you. “My lady, what time do you plan on retiring to bed?” She places the tray on the nightside table and it’s only then do you notice it.

Red wrappers hiding the appearance of small spheres rests on the tray. Watching as she takes the three pieces of what you assume to be candy and pills off the tray, you give her an answer. Your eyes never leave the candies, though.

“Um… around eight, I suppose.” Currently it’s three in the afternoon. And currently, you’re doing your best to ignore your husband’s unnerving stare. But thanks to Hana being here, it doesn’t burn as hot.

Yes, you think. It was a good thing you helped her out back with Maria. Any other maid wouldn’t be able to withstand Dion’s presence more than her. Not batting an eye right after greeting him and yet, you don’t sense any hostility from him towards Hana.

Unlike with the guards from last night.

How… odd.

Oh. Right. Dion was the one who assigned her to you. Meaning most likely he didn’t have any animosity towards her. Then, it hits you -

There’s a reason she’s here.

You bite your lip, holding back a cold shiver that threatens to crawl down your spine. No. Right now isn’t the time to think about such things. Right now is the time to thank her with a small smile, hoping your eyes aren’t showing your worries.

“O-oh,” you gesture to the candy with your head, “if I may ask, where did the candy come from?”

“Ah, yes. Young master Jeremy requested that I give them to you. To take away the sour taste.”

“Oh. He’s sweet. But what does he mean by ‘sour taste?” Your gut tells you that it concerns Dion. Your guess is confirmed when Hana glances at him from the corner of her eye, figuring out a way to explain without offending the man.

Your husband decides to answer in her stead.

“His new hobby is butting in with things that don’t concern him.” Clearly annoyed, your husband eyes them, crimson narrowing into slits. Despite this, he doesn’t make a move to dispose of them or send them back.

His answer implies that the candy serves as a ‘fuck you’ to his older half-brother. Wait, doesn’t this mean that Jeremy waited for Hana? Or was it just a coincidence they crossed paths?

“He’s been carrying candy with him for a while now,” Dion says like he just read your mind. His boots echo in the room until he’s standing at your side once more. His scent makes your nerves go into overdrive, gulping down a cry for help. When Hana turns back around to take her leave, you offer a wavering smile.

You resist the urge to beg her to stay.

“Thank you, Hana… oh, later today can you help me pick out a small gift for him? As thanks for the candy.” Truthfully, you don’t want to see the boy. His big eyes filled with an adoration held for a sibling is misdirected at you - be it for a test or a craving for something that is vastly different from what is brewed in this family.

You hate how it reminds you of the sassy twelve-year-old who sneaks into your room in the early mornings, scaring you with bugs once your eyes flutter open. Of how it reminds you of the way your own brother would buzz around you like a bee when he was done with his tasks for the day, or simply didn’t want to be alone, his stupid grin, his stupid remarks that made your eye twitch and -

… you miss Zac.

“Yes, My lady. I am ready whenever you are.”

She hesitates before leaving, glancing at Dion and then at you. In the end she bows her head, carrying the silver tray with her. It becomes quiet when the door shuts behind her.

A rabbit left alone with the wolf.

Fuck… I should have gone with Hana, you lament, the opportunity that once presented itself was now gone in the blink of an eye.

“You seem close.” Dion states after observing your short interaction. “It does hurt a bit that my own wife is close with everyone else but me,” He teases, but something akin to ‘hurt’ lays barely hidden in his words.

Hah. Sucks to suck.

“... arranged wife.” Murmuring under your breath, you ignore the way his body twitches at your addition. Surely this man isn’t under the impression that you have begun to open up to the idea of accepting him merely because you allow him to have a few fleeting touches here and there. Or having silly ‘hope’ or an expectation that you will fall into his lap at some point in the future.

Whatever reason he had for keeping you was still a mystery. You could only guess, but every one only spelled imprisonment and suffering on your behalf.

“Right.” Dion doesn’t say anything else, but looks at you instead. A bit passes before he opens his mouth again, delivering news that makes your skin crawl at the implication yet soothes one of your worries.

“Father plans on putting you on conceptions starting tonight.” He delivers it so bluntly you almost mistook it for a joke.

“Oh,” you say, somewhat grateful while extremely disgusted at the implied nightly activities your father-in-law presumes you engage in with his son. At least this means he doesn’t expect a grandchild anytime soon. “That’s… fine. Great, even.”

Your husband doesn’t react to your relief of not having to bear his child just yet. Like he expected it - a quick glance and it doesn’t even look like he was bothered by it. Perhaps the thought of a child might upset him to a degree - after all, having a child would mean all of your attention would be on them and not him.

It’s clear he’s not fond of sharing. Even so, you can’t help but frown at how jealous he can be. Possessive or not, one should not be jealous of their own child receiving attention that they need.

Silence resumes. Fidgeting with your fingers, you do your best to ignore the strong effort it takes to breathe in a single breath. You should make an excuse to leave. Call for Hana and start to look for a gift for Jeremy. Lie and say you feel sick, kicking him out.

Anything. Anything to avoid his burning gaze, to get out of his presence that chokes you. To escape the one place he always seems to corner you in, behind closed doors as longing touches grazes your skin, with the only time he leaves you alone completely is when you’re laying down on the bed meant for two.

Instead all you do is stay in place. In place while your husband looks like he’s ready to pounce on you - either in a sexual or ‘loving’ manner, it doesn’t matter. Both make you want to vomit. Alias, it’s not like you will always be able to avoid intimate touches forever. Lust is a state that many feel and sometimes give into, and considering he had a few erections, it’s clear that, unfortunately, he is one of them who falls victim to the sin.

The only thing you’re willing to offer are your hands or mouth. You’ll even swallow if it means he doesn’t try to escalate things further and penetrate you.

“... you’re… you’re staring ra-rather hard.” Your voice cracks. It doesn’t even sound like yours, it sounds like a dying woman’s.

Ever so gently, hesitance obvious in his actions, one of his hands cups your cheek. You jolt, startled at his cold touch. He feels like a dead person. These same hands that hold you ‘lovingly’ are the same hands that have strangled the life out of numerous victims, enemies and family members alike.

Goosebumps form on your skin. You’re starting to feel like a corpse, your lifeforce slowly draining away at his touch.

Frozen, you can’t react as he lifts your chin up, and your eyebrows furrow in dread and eyes widen in fear when you see how soft his expression is. Like this ‘side’ of him was reserved for you and you alone.

Your husband opens his mouth only to close it. And when he does decide to talk, he says -

“You’re beautiful.”

You laugh. Laugh and laugh and laugh, crazed as you stumble away from him. You shake your head violently. He’s fucking crazy, this is insane, he shouldn’t be like this. None of this should be fucking happening.

He shouldn’t be playing house with you, he should be obsessing over his sister. He shouldn’t be here, gentle, instead he should be on the battlefield, acting as either Lant’s or Roxana’s dog depending on the timeline. He shouldn’t be spewing out nonsense, he should be out-performing everyone in this household.

He should be a war dog, soaking in red, lunching for Roxana’s throat and Lant’s life.

He shouldn’t be involved with anything ‘romantic’ or sexual.

“St-stop. Stop. Just - please, just stop. I-I ca-can’t take much more of this.” You keep walking backwards until you hit the edge of the bed. Your body becomes heavy and falls onto the mattress, a creak echoing in the bedroom.

“... you drive me insane.” It’s a statement you don’t want to hear from anyone, from him.

He should leave you alone. Walk out the doors and erase his presence from this room. But his feet start moving before he even thinks about anything else. Like a moth to the flame, he burns himself while fanning your flames, embers spitting out.

You burn alongside him.

Dion stops right in front of you, and there’s a pause before like a dog, kneels before you. It’s a disgusting sight, it makes you want to vomit, to scream and pull your hair out. You freeze when ever so gently, his blood soaked hand takes yours - your skin crawls. Even so, you’re too petrified to snatch it away.

He shouldn’t be like this, he shouldn’t be like this, he shouldn’t fucking be like this -

Dion knows he should walk away. But you’re a magnet he’s drawn to and despite his efforts, he only scares you instead of giving you peace. Giving you more reasons to detest him than ‘love’ him.

He knows he should back off. Apologize. Give you space, lots of it as suggested by Ash. But he doesn’t, simply too addicted to you.

He really is a horrible husband and a vile human being.

Still, you’re just so -

“You drive me insane. I even consider barking for you.”

He shouldn’t be like this. But he is - and you’re the victim to it, to him.

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kevinsdsy · 10 months ago

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I just want to hear jean say jock truisms. give this man a “LETS GOOO” and a back slap. makes me go insane

i have these saved up for upcoming parts for the socmed au

but uhhhh you’re now making me think about jean playing a match with the trojans AGAINST the foxes, against kevin (and neil), with NO PRESSURE— nothing at stake.

just kevin day, the son of exy, using his charm and name to convince the olympics committee, or whoever is in charge, to use the court after the official olympics exy games just because he’s so obsessed and there’s no way he has come all this way just to watch?

and they’re all just having fun and kevin is being his obsessed fanatic self who is yelling at andrew to take the game seriously and andrew is looking at him with a bored expression telling him this is his vacation and he’s not obligated to stand on the court in the first place.

and it’s not even an official match so jean realises he doesn’t even have to worry about not ruining the trojans’ precious image; so he plays a mix of the less aggressive tactics he’s learned with the trojans while also falling back to his more aggressive tactics— and he’s never used a mix of both tactics which even catches kevin off guard and they’re all just so determined to prove something even though it’s supposed to be a friendly game (but let’s be real when has a friendly game ever been friendly?)

and jean is actually having fun. he realises he enjoys not having to worry about which tactics to use and not having to worry about the consequences. so what if they lose? it’s not an official game so it won’t even have any effect of their standings and what if they win? he can use it against kevin as leverage for as long as he likes.

and i’m not even going to think about whatever the score is going to end up being because idek— i just like to think that whenever jeremy scores a point jean goes over to celebrate. then there’s cat who makes such a great move while defending against neil that jean and cat click their sticks together proudly.

not to mention exy is an aggressive sport after all, so maybe jean hits kevin a little harder than he’s supposed to but instead of feeling remorseful he says LETS GOOO and kevin scoffes and says: “i thought you trojans were supposed to be nice?” but his tone is playful and he doesn’t seem to care at all that he just got floored. jean helps him up and even though jean’s helmet is covering his face and it’s hard to see his expression kevin is convinced jean is actually grinning under his helmet.

and oh my god i’m ranting so much and barely covered the jock truisms but in conclusion I AGREE WITH YOU— ITS NOT A WANT ITS A NEED AT THIS POINT

#kevinsdsy’s inbox #i got carried away real fast i fear….#all for the game social media au #jean moreau #kevin day #kevjean #all for the game #the sunshine court #aftg #tsc

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staceyflin · 3 months ago

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(Spoiler TGR) The ending of TGR was so damn sweet, i couldn’t believe when he told Laila about his sister and then they finally get a dog🥹

Actually, for all its dark, sad moments this book is full of funny/iconic moments:

- jean’s interactions with Kevin, I love how deeply they know each other, in a way nobody else can

-"I bet he hit his knees the first time you said it. I would've."

- the fireworks lips-grazing-cheek moment🎆

- the whole “I’ll do this” “you wouldn’t” “but I’ll think about it” thing

- “How someone so warm had survived such a cold place, Jean didn't know.” Tell me I wasn’t the only to think about Sirius fucking black here

- "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." Oh yeah

- “”Is it really that offensive?" Knowing it had come off another man's body made it twice as terrible. "Yes."”

- "Does that really matter?" Jeremy asked. "I'm not learning French for anyone but you."

- the thing with the half-buttoned charcoal dress shirt, you know what I’m talking abt

- "Give me a name," Jean said. "I will kill him." And also "They are not your partners” aaaaajencjenfns

- the first trojans’ game and our golden raven kicking its ass👊👊

- those moments with Rhemann and Adi, and the garden, can’t they adopt him already😭

- “How Jean's kind heart had survived a place like Evermore, Jeremy wasn't sure.” I’m not sure either, the guy literally read fairytales to his little sister, what kind of teenage brother does that😭😭🥺🥺

- “But I will choose you every time. You, and Cat, and Laila, every time.” Someone ought to check on Jeremy after that.

- “Brown”🤎

- the portrait he chose🌼🌼

- “Andrew clocked Jeremy immediately, and three of every five messages you've sent me this past month are about him."” Andrew miniard you will forever be famous

- Jabberwocky Moreau.

😮‍💨 am I forgetting something?

#nora sakavic #all for the game #jean moreau #jeremy knox #jerejean #the golden raven #the sunshine court #usc trojans #quotes #tgr spoilers

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karmacharmeleon18 · 2 months ago

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So, realistically... what is Jean's level of French???

Please stay with me lol

Jean was homeschoold his whole childhood so he pretty much only spoke the language with his parents (and they barely had positive interactions, let alone conversations 🙄😡), his little sister Elodie and the occasional tutor/s.

He left France at 14 and was forbidden to ever speak French again

He taught Kevin French but they were in the Nest iirc? Which means that he was 16 and 2 years had passed already in which he spoke 0 French

But even if he'd started teaching him as soon as he arrived, it would've been the French of a 14 year old (who didn't even speak French with the standard, Parisian accent)

Can you imagine learning a language from a 14yo?

Nora has always been very unrealistic when it comes to languages

Nicky speaking perfect German after a year in Berlin, so good that he could teach two other people (speaking and teaching a language are two completely different beasts, and even just speaking German isn't easy, there's a funny Vietnamese youtuber who has lived in Germany with her German partner and going to university there for over 5 years and still struggles)

Neil speaking French and German because he lived in specific places for a couple of years or even just months... despite living the life of a recluse, barely going to school and having almost 0 human interactions outside of his mother

(from the extra content, Andreil learning Russian in months just like that, so they can have a private language to speak in that no one else in the Foxes understands)

Kevin being fluent in French despite having only a 14/16yo as a teacher, speaking it for a couple of years in secret, and with no access to other speakers is laughable to me lol his French should be full of slang words and improper use of tenses

I think Nora realized this because she's providing Jeremy with more resources now

She was like, oh shit, maybe a person cannot pick up a language just by speaking it for a few months with one other person who hasn't spoken the language in years and stopped learning it at 14

But anyway back to the point: what even is Jean's level of French?

Can you imagine yourself leaving your country at 14, not being allowed to speak your mother tongue again, and then having to teach someone else?

Can you imagine someone in middle school/first year of high school teaching you their language?

And you learning enough to become fluent?

... Not even Jean should be fluent in French.

There, I said it.

He stopped learning/reading/speaking it at 14

And on top of it, he had to learn 2 completely different languages, English and Japanese

In general there's a huge difference between the language level of a 14 year old middle schooler (French system) and homeschooled at that, and say, the level of a 21 year old who's gone through regular schooling and university

Not only in France, but everywhere. You are not the same speaker/writer/reader you were at 14

Even now, can you imagine yourself teaching, properly teaching your language to someone that has never spoken it before? Be honest

Teaching is hard.

And imagine doing that after you stopped learning as a kid? And had to learn 2 different languages instead?

Now for some personal anecdotes: my mother tongue is Italian, I was born and raised in Italy with my Italian-speaking family and I still live here. But I also speak English all day long with my friends, online and at uni, I almost exclusively read in English. And guess what happens because of this? I mess up my Italian. I can't remember words. I use English words instead of Italian ones etc. Despite being surrounded by the Italian language 24/7. My brother lived in London for years, and now lives in Zurich, when he visits us, he slips English or German words into his Italian without even realizing

And sooo many immigrant kids can tell you how hard it is to not forget your mother tongue, even if you speak it at home, because you're just bombarded with a different language all day long, at school, at work, in the streets, with friends, etc.

The bilingual struggle is real lol

But not for Neil, Andrew, Aaron, Nicky, Kevin. Even Jean

He stopped learning and speaking French when he was a boy, yet is somehow fluent enough to teach people

To me it sounds like Nora uses languages as character traits, without realizing what learning a language actual entails

It has gotten marginally better in this new trilogy. Jean sometimes needs help with some English words. Jeremy is actually studying French

But as my French professor told our class one day, "I studied French, I got my Bachelor's and Master's in French with top grades, I moved to France... and realized I cannot speak French with actual French people."

So I really hope we're not getting fluent-in-French-Jeremy by the end of the year. It takes years and years of studying and speaking a language with native speakers to become fluent. Not a few months

Now, Jeremy might have all the incentive in the world to learn French (*wink wink*), he might even be a prodigy, who knows. But I'd love to see a more realistic approach

And above all I'd love to see Jean picking up Jeremy's books, or any French books, and learning more about his language

(or even better, books in his actual native language, which is Occitan)

He's been deprived of it for so long, and he should absolutely not be proficient in it enough to teach someone else. He deserves the chance to teach himself first. And access to the French tutors and students on campus to have proper conversations. Let him listen to French audiobooks, to French music. Let him watch French movies.

A language is not an object, something you get once and can own forever. A language is a skill, if you don't practice it, you lose it.

Idk if maybe Nora is a language prodigy and doesn't get this???

Edit: an important addition by @rhyslahey

I can't help but compare this to Spanish. Most of Spain speaks Castilian Spanish, that's the standard Spanish that gets taught in schools in the rest of Europe, but cities like Barcelona or Valencia speak their own languages

In Barcelona you'll hear Catalan

And in Valencia you'll hear Valencian, which is a specific dialect of Catalan

Both cities belong to autonomous regions of Spain, respectively Catalunya and the Valencian Community

My mom is fluent in Spanish but she had issues reading signs in Barcelona and Valencia because they were in languages that aren't Spanish, despite being in Spain

I feel like Jean's French is like that?

Marseille is not part of an autonomous territory, but it is in a region of France that is far away from Paris, and historically has had periods of rebellion against and even independence from the central power/French government

I can't remember much from my French classes, but I recall that

Northern French (Paris) is based on the dialect group called "langue d'oïl"

Southern French (Marseille) is based on the dialect group called "langue d'oc"

langue d'oïl developed into standard/Parisian French (what Jeremy is studying)

langue d'oc developed into Occitan (what Jean speaks), and modern Occitan is even called "lenga d'oc" by native speakers

(also, Occitan itself has many variants, some even spoken in Northern Italy)

So technically Jeremy and Jean... still speak two different languages

Because Jeremy is learning standard French, while Jean only knows Occitan

This goes beyond accents

Jeremy doesn't need a tutor from Marseille to fix his accent

If he wants to speak Jean's language, he needs Occitan language books specific to Marseille

Nora could have avoided all this by making Jean come from Northern France instead

(there are still local variants, but it's not as dramatic as two different languages)

🙈🙈🙈

#jean moreau #jeremy knox #jerejean #tgr spoilers #aftg #neil josten #andrew minyard #nicky hemmick #aaron minyard #kevin day #nora sakavic

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laurynjc-art · 24 days ago

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Trial Separation: A BMC One-Shot

I watch as Jeremy hoists the box into his arms and shoves it into the back of his car with the other piles of junk he’s lugging out to college. I’m honestly a little surprised that he’s kept up the whole “impure thoughts = push-ups” thing his squip forced him into last year, but old habits do die hard. I don’t mind. He can finally be useful when we’re at my place and I get a sudden desire to rearrange my bedroom in the middle of the night. And his girlfriend Christine certainly doesn’t mind, either. I have plenty of blackmail from knowing Jeremy for thirteen years, but I’m sure he’ll do anything I ask if I ever threaten to tell Christine why Jeremy wound up a beefcake overnight.

I wish I could say I was part of the junk Jeremy was bringing up to college, but earlier in the year, it was made pretty clear that Jeremy was flying out in the world solo. This was an upsetting realization for both of us- “Jeremy, I don’t think I even know what I want to do with my life.” I’d told him at some point after we took the SATs.

“What do you mean?” He asked. “You’re not going to kill yourself, are you?”

“No,” I said. “I don’t know what I want to do with my life.” It was some decision paralysis, mostly; I could do just about anything. Math, science, coding, I know computers inside and out. But the question was: what skills needed more refinement? What could I get by on? Like how I was already taking Calculus 1 as a junior, which is a lot more than some people can say. And what if I wanted to try and learn about something completely new? I’m not much of an artist, my writing is abysmal by Jeremy’s standards… I got to a point where thinking about it for too long made me want to start screaming.

But then at some point I remembered: oh yeah, high schoolers aren’t legally mandated to be shipped off to college as soon as they graduate. And my decisions began to clear up.

I thought about staying home for another year or so to work, bulk up my savings, maybe take some community college classes if I’m really bored. And school blows, maybe breaking up my theoretical sixteen consecutive years of education and giving myself a break would be better for me.

We had a really long discussion one night about this, Jeremy and I. About our lives and what the future might look like. Which sucked for him, I know I was the one hyping him up about college, and now I’m the one having second thoughts and backing out. There was a lot of weed and a lot more crying, all the while my Wii’s menu music served as the background track to our bout of vulnerability.

Eventually, after a good while of silence, Jeremy lit up a roll and said, “You can do whatever you want.” His phrasing and tone scared me, as did the fact he took a long drag on his joint without saying anything else. I worried this was going to be Jake’s Halloween Party all over again, but then Jeremy grinned and looked back at me with more tears in his eyes. I’m not sure if they were genuine or a result of him getting too high. “I’ll always be behind you. And hey, maybe a trial separation is a good thing.”

“You were the one who made me swear that we’d be going together,” I joked.

“Because I’d miss you!” Jeremy wailed. I chuckled, he was definitely too high. “I can’t stand it when you’re home sick from school, what am I supposed to do when we’re actually God knows how far away from each other?”

“Hey. Hey.” I put my arm around his shoulders. “We’ll figure it out. No matter where we end up.”

And finally, I cleared my decision with my moms, who were more than thrilled to let me stay a basement dweller for another year or so.

Jeremy slams the trunk of his car shut and leans on it, looking at me like he’s expecting me to say something.

“Is that all?” I ask.

“Mm-hm.” Jeremy nods, but his lips are pursed in his “I’m sad but don’t want to talk about it so I’m going to just run away and cry” way. Like he thinks I can’t see right through him.

“Do you want to talk?” I ask him.

“No,” is all he says.

“Do you want me to leave so you can cry into your porn?”

“Shut up.” Jeremy takes a swing at me, but I catch his arm and pull him into an embrace. He hugs me back just as hard.

“It’ll only be a few months, Jer,” I say.

“I know,” he replies. I could hear that he was crying, and I might’ve accidentally made it worse by rubbing his back. He sobs, then says, “I’ll just miss you, man.”

“Yeah. Me too.”

Jeremy lets me go so he can wipe his face, and a thought crosses my mind that I worry is a bit too coupley, but hey, who decided articles of clothing were only supposed to be exchanged with a significant other, anyway?

So, as if I’d been planning it all day, I untie my jacket from my waist and hand it to Jeremy.

“Here. Now I’ll be going up with you,” I say. Jeremy gasps.

“B-but Michael, this is your favorite!” He objects.

“Well, you’re my favorite.”

Jeremy laughs in a way that’s more like another sob, then says, “What are we, dating in middle school?”

“Good point,” I joke along. “I wouldn’t wear that around Christine, she might get jealous.” Jeremy laughs, really laughs, which makes me laugh, and then I get this pang in my heart because I don’t think it actually registered until now that oh, yeah, we’re not going out into the world together. I don’t know the next time I’ll get a moment like this. I start tearing up a bit and pray that Jeremy doesn’t notice, but of course he does.

“No no, stop,” Jeremy cries, throwing his arms around my neck. I cannot resist picking him up and spinning him around, and we could have stayed locked in our embrace all night if a cold evening wind hadn’t started cutting through us.

“I guess I better go,” I tell him. “Don't… do anything stupid.”

“I’m pretty sure I already cashed in my stupid,” Jeremy smirks, “but yeah. Obviously.”

One more hug, then I’m in my car and waving goodbye to Jeremy through my rear-view window. For a moment, a pit in my stomach forms at the fear that this might be the beginning of the end for us, but I banish it. We’ve separated under worse circumstances and came back together regardless. It’s just a year. He won’t be that far away. And besides, doesn’t distance make the heart grow fonder?

#oh look at that my one piece that isn’t a hundred pages long #I appreciate the enthusiasm lol #fanfic #fanfiction #be more chill #bmc #michael mell #jeremy heere #fanfic oneshot

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queer-lovebot · 9 months ago

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More heartthrob kevin, jealous neil, and possessive andrew hc?

Gay people love heart throb Kevin and his boyfriends as is part of the social contract <3

I think the time Neil has ever been at his most jealous is after Kevin has joined the pros. Neil and Andrew travel to see him — it’s a last minute thing, and they text Kevin that they’re coming, but Kevin never responds. They assume he’s in practice and decide to meet him outside there. This is what they expect of him and they don’t ask him to change.

Well, they arrive, and Kevin still hasn’t answered their texts, so they sneak into the court (aka, catching it just as someone else is leaving for the night). And what do they see?? Kevin with his arms crossed, in the bare minimum of his uniform, coaching another striker. And it’s mean but when Kevin’s teammate makes a complicated move and Kevin smiles, approving? Oh Neil is done for. He’s banging on the plexiglass and begging to be let in. Kevin goes “what?? Are you doing here????” But Neil is just “Oh wow! Which teammate is this? You aren’t even playing against him, Kev. Don’t worry, I brought my racket and some gym clothes. Let’s see how good he really is, yeah?” Kevy’s poor teammate is in for a terrible two hours unfortunately. Neil just wants to hear that he’s Kevin’s favorite, most lovely, most skilled student (not striker bc that’s Jeremy Knox).

The time Andrew is most possessive? That’s harder to pick up because he’s just. Generally like that. He’s intense in how he cares for people so every moment is the same. That being said, Andrew gets specifically amped up at professional social events. He is Kevin’s shadow in the worst way. Kevin must always be in his line of sight in case something happens that needs handling. Andrew will constantly pull Kevin closer by the waist, or bring him refills on his drinks, or playing with his hair. If a conversation is getting weird, he interjects until the other person gets the hint and either changes the subject or leaves them alone.

One time, towards the end of an event, Andrew and Neil turn their backs for a few minutes, only to come back to Kevin decking some asshole in the face. They’re at Kevin’s side in a second, of course. He learns the asshole was flirting Super Forcefully (“Every queen needs her king, yeah? Plus you’ve got to be sick of third-wheeling with the mini-freaks over there.”) Kevin wasn’t taking it. Andrew handles his own rage (towards the guy) and attraction (towards Kevin) by grabbing Kevin by the neck and making sure he’s okay, then whispering something extremely horny in his ear to watch his face go red. Andrew then proceeds to make his threats about “touching his things”, asking Kevin how he’d like to handle the situation. He’s going full-on knight here. Kevin falls into it, looking snidely down his nose and deciding it’s no longer worth his time. It’s extremely scary and hot.

This is also the moment where people start spreading the Kandreil throuple dating rumors around the pro teams btw. This Single display. The rumor mill sprouts overnight. And I think Kandreil refuse to confirm or deny bc secretly they all like a little drama, and it gives them excuses to be a little rude to the press <3

#they are low key such messy bitches im sorry #as is the qualifications for being a Fox tbh #heart throb kevin my beloved #aftg #all for the game #kevin day #andrew minyard #neil josten #kandreil

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all-for-the-game-confessions · 15 days ago

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The upperclassmen not liking Andrew and loving Neil doesn’t make sense to me.

I can explain why. I know it’s because Andrew has a reputation and that they probably don’t get all of the context that the readers do and that he’s generally easier to get along with.

But like.. Neil verbally tearing Riko’s face off is not much different than Andrew threatening people. I’m not saying he should be violent, for the sake of those people who like trying to hold someone accountable in this nutball series, but he fully expresses his boundaries, not all of which are unreasonable, and repeatedly has them crossed; when he defends them, the upperclassmen act like he’s just nuked an innocent island completely full of orphans.

They get to know Neil as a person before they learn everything and I know Neil’s not a monster, but do they just straight up not see the similarities? Neil starts so many fights and can be just as aggressive as Andrew. Does it have to do with the fact that Andrew won’t actively reach for them/he doesn’t care much at practice? I know he’s quiet but he’s not nonverbal the entire series. He’s not hard to understand from an obligate standpoint.

Do they not see pieces of Andrew in Neil’s past? I can’t think of them being uncomfortable with Neil’s often callous and rude behavior aside from the MILD comment from Nicky when he asks who’s humanizing who. I know it’s not canon he ever killed anyone, even though it’s assumed by some of the fandom, but do they not hear ANYTHING from his backstory? I think it’s at least canon he shot at people right? He knows how to use a gun?? They don’t see that and feel anything but ‘oh no poor baby’? Not even a trace of the butcher anywhere?? Not a sharp glance that looks a little too much like Nathaniel? Do they never find out his orchestration of several people’s deaths? I’m not saying Neil and his father are on similar plains because I think it would make him vomit but still. Do they completely remove his stray-cat qualities in their brains? Neil’s a fucking jerk, and, beyond that, one of his best memories is of Riko being shot. Do they never make that connection? Hello? Do they miss the mastermind way he can manipulate people? Do they only see the bridge for their team and not all the bloodied knuckles and knives and gunshots under his skin? The base of that bridge?

I’m not saying they should hate or be afraid of Neil, and I know I kinda lost the plot when mentioning Andrew and not fully elaborating, but do the upperclassmen never see the ice in Neil’s smile like Jeremy mentions? I feel like they completely glide over it other than very very small comments. Am I just forgetting them? If I’m forgetting, are they really addressing it well enough?

Anyway, Scary Neil Rights

#aftg #aftg fandom #all for the game #nora sakavic #the foxes #the foxhole court #aftg trilogy #aftg tsc #aftg confessions #neil josten #andrew minyard

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gazmit68 · 1 month ago

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The mercs with a terminally ill s/o

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CW: mentions of death & grief

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A/N: Honestly, writing this brought me to tears, because it reminded me of my coworker whom I lost some time ago (his death was somewhat expected but still sudden). But I wanted to do it anyway, and it made me feel a little better :')

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SCOUT

For someone who looks so headstrong, Jeremy seems like he handles grief very poorly (i.e. lashing out, acting and saying things without thinking, etc.)

This boy would probably be in one of the worst mental states of his life.

He may even ask Medic to try saving you, even if you're beyond help.

But he knows he has to prepare for life without you.

He'd still want to keep you with him at all times, even after your passing; if you decided to be cremated, he'd want your ashes in a special dog tag necklace.

He'd visit you every single day in the hospital/hospice, telling you silly jokes and bringing you snacks/plush toys. Hell, he'd still visit you, even after you've been laid to rest.

SOLDIER

With all of the time he's spent in the war(s), Jane has lost quite a lot of close comrades. He's desensitized himself to it all so he doesn't get overcome with grief.

He knows that death is an inevitable part of life, so he tries to live each day with no regrets.

And he'll try to instill that mindset in you as well.

Jane will do his best to make you as comfortable as possible, though it's extremely difficult given the circumstances.

Hand holding, soft forehead kisses or pretty much any kind of physical affection is a must.

But he'll finally break down once you actually pass, but his tears won't be of just grief. They're tears of relief, knowing you don't have to suffer anymore.

PYRO

It will take some time before they accept you'll be gone soon.

It's almost as if they're already experiencing that first stage of grief (denial).

Pyroland won't ever be the same once the dust settles.

They'll be clingy for sure, not leaving you out of their sight if they can help it.

You don't have the heart to tell Pyro you need a little space.

And it's better that you don't; they feel crushed already as it is, and you don't want to kick them while they're down.

Let Pyro smother you as much as they want, and give them all the attention you can.

DEMOMAN

This man's coping mechanisms vary.

On one hand, he'll spend as much time with you as he can, talking with you for hours.

But he may also seclude himself in his room and drink the stress away.

Random crying spells will occur on and off, in the weeks leading to your death.

He'd definitely go on drunken rants as well.

Tavish will initially want to avoid the reality, but the team will convince him otherwise.

Constant reassurance from you is the best thing you can do for him at this point.

HEAVY

Mikhail would have little to no reaction upon learning the news of your illness...at first.

He looks like he'd have it all together when with the rest of the team.

But once you're actually gone, he just breaks down and is inconsolable.

Quiet cries, burying his face in his hands, he just couldn't hold it together at your wake/funeral.

Mikhail will vent out his feelings to Medic, as he's the one person he respects the most. He may also try to ask him to bring you back.

But in the meantime, try to talk to him as often as you can.

As much as this guy likes his alone time, just try and break some of those walls down.

ENGINEER

Dell would have the same reaction as Heavy, though he wouldn't shed as many tears.

This man is one of the more sensible mercs on the team, so he'd try to be realistic about dealing with grief.

But that doesn't take the pain away.

He's obviously devastated, but chooses not to show it.

You know he's hurting, so just try to hold him and tell him everything will eventually be alright.

But don't ramble on; just you being next to him is more than enough.

MEDIC

Oh lord.

Where do I even start?

Herbert is practically the most emotionally unstable man on the team.

He'd definitely be stuck in denial, like brainwashing himself into believing you're not dying.

Despite how much everyone tries to get through to him, he acts very pigheaded and shuts down anyone.

He needs a serious reality check, and the only one who's capable of that is Heavy.

Once it finally sinks in, he just falls apart; sobbing, throwing equipment, etc.

Don't be shocked if he trashes his whole lab.

You're the only one who's able to calm him down.

Don't leave him alone for a second.

SNIPER

Mundy is almost as emotionless as they come.

...or at least that's how others perceive him.

Don't expect much of a reaction out of him, as disappointing as that sounds.

After everything passes, he'd try to go on with his daily life.

But once he's alone in his watchtower, his walls will finally crumble.

He can cry as much as he needs to in that space, because he knows no one can see him.

It's impressive how well he can hide his grief.

Just give him some time to be alone with his thoughts, and he'll come around on his own.

SPY

As the (unofficial) leader of the team, Spy feels as if he needs to set an example for everyone.

Death is a part of life, and time waits for no one.

He's pretty much in that final stage of grief almost immediately.

But just because he shows a lack of emotion, don't believe he doesn't care.

He's sad, don't get me wrong.

More than likely, he'd seclude himself in his smoking room.

Try to visit him whenever you're able to; it makes the situation less depressing for him.

#tf2 #team fortress 2 #tf2 scout #tf2 solly #tf2 soldier #tf2 pyro #tf2 demo #tf2 demoman #tf2 heavy #tf2 engie #tf2 engineer #tf2 medic #tf2 sniper #tf2 spy

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jknox11 · 9 months ago

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jeremy knox gets grumpy when he's sick.

the first time jean sees it he is kind of amused. instead of getting up early as he usually does, jeremy doesn't get out of bed until cat and laila storm the bedroom he shares with jean saying breakfast has been done for over an hour.

jean stands by the door, an eyebrow raising as he sees jeremy put the covers over his head to avoid dealing with his friends. something jean has never seen him do before, something that is so not like jeremy.

"come on, jeremy. it's saturday. we already didn't do anything last night, you're not going to waste today."

cat insists while trying to pull the covers off jeremy who with a weak sigh ends up giving up and just letting her do it. the moment both laila and cat see his face they realize what's happening.

"what the hell, jeremy! what have i told you about hiding in the room while dying sick instead of literally asking for help?"

"don't be dramatic. i'm just tired." jeremy unconvincingly tries to calm his friend who already had her hand on his forehead.

"bullshit. you literally have a fever right now. sit up, laila is gonna bring something for you to eat before taking some medicine."

"not hungry. just want to sleep." jeremy whined once again trying to put the covers over his head.

"don't make me get jean to get you out of this bed."

"leave me out of this." jean warned still standing by the door and the moment jeremy heard his voice he felt himself more alert.

the last person jeremy wanted to see him weak, pale and sick was jean. he closed his eyes, defeated. and started sitting up knowing cat wouldn't leave that room until he did exactly as he was told. he awkwardly ran his fingers through his messy hair knowing it'd be useless.

"satisfied?" jeremy crossed his arm grumpily like a child and jean strongly held back the sudden urge he had to laugh- something he seemed to be wanting to do more ever since moving in with cat and laila- at the scene.

laila then re-entered the room carrying a plate of toast with eggs and a cup of the orange juice they had in the fridge especially for occasions like these.

"lighten up, princess. i know you love being babied by us."

laila handed him the plate and put the juice on the bedside table. jeremy who still had his arms crossed against his chest pouted a little.

"not like this! i hate being sick!"

and he did. jeremy didn't get sick as often but when he did, oh boy. it was hell. it'd usually take him at least three days to fully recover everytime and he hated how useless he felt between that time which resulted in a very grumpy, very whiny captain sunshine.

"poor thing. i know it sucks, but you'll feel a little better once you eat and take the meds." laila caressed his hair getting a content little sigh from him this time.

"thank you, guys." he then remembered jean standing by the door and immediately felt his cheeks burn from embarrassment.

"good morning, jean!" jeremy offered him a little smile.

"eat your eggs."

"he learns fast." cat joked and jeremy groaned.

"great. just what i need, three nurses wannabe"

"we can just let jean do the work if that's what you want."

laila winked at him and jeremy almost choked on the eggs he had just put in his mouth.

"alright, alright. we'll let you eat your food and then check on you again later. don't forget to take the meds for the fever after eating."

the girls left the room, but jean stayed where he was.

"jean? are you really gonna stand there and watch me eat?" jeremy joked a bit embarrassed still.

"i do not think you should be alone while sick."

"i'm okay, jean. really."

jean seemed to ponder for a few seconds before leaving. jeremy barely had time to finish chewing a piece of toast before jean was back already.

"to make you company."

jeremy thought his cheeks were gonna crack with the way his smile was so big on his face. in front of him there was nothing less than a six foot french man holding a cardboard dog cutout to put by his bedside.

"jean! you're amazing. thank you!" jeremy said cheerfully, his smile still bright and big on his face. "you... you can stay too if you'd like. i mean-" jeremy's face heated as he struggled with his own words.

"after im done preparing lunch with cat and laila."

jeremy smiled again.

"i will be here. we will." jeremy brought barkbark closer to him and jean rolled his eyes, but the small smile wanting to appear on his face before he left the room didn't go unnoticed by jeremy.

#jeremy knox #jean moreau #jerejean #the sunshine court #tsc #all for the game #aftg #mine

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jeaanmoreau · 8 months ago

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[kevjean] broken things

OH HI HELLO so i read this post by @toofkin and immediately had to do this. does this count as my first aftg proper oneshot ??? also my little multishipper jerejean heart was protesting the entire time that i wasn't making this about them 📚 read it on ao3

They walked into the study for privacy, shutting the door behind them and Jean headed straight for his desk, pausing only when he reached it, stomach plummetting.

The magnets from his desk drawer were laid out in a line on the wooden surface, painstakingly pieced back together, every missing piece had been replaced with ceramic that had been painted gold. They looked like that Japanese art and they made Jean's throat constrict as his eyes dropped to the note next to them in Jeremy's now-familiar scrawl: 'Read something about Kintsugi and how broken things are not something to hide but to display with pride. Well done with the interview.'

And like a shadow he couldn't ever leave behind, the voice at his shoulder was quiet with amazement, "You kept these?"

Jean wanted to throw them in the trash and kiss every single one and he wanted to crumple up Jeremy's note or kiss that, too. He was overwhelmed and overstimulated and out of breath as he refused to look back to Kevin's stoic curiosity. "You know as well as I do it's not like I owned much else." His voice was tense, sharp, defensive.

It was more than that, and he thought Kevin once knew that too, maybe. There'd been intention in the way he'd pressed each and every single one into his palm on his returns. A promise imbued in the figurines. They had meant everything to him, and they too had been destroyed in the wake of the two people hell bent on making his life miserable with their rash, mindless actions.

Everything had crumbled around them. The interview had been a nightmare and Jean hated how much reassurance he'd felt having Kevin beside him How at ease he seemed in front of cameras and microphones and how broken it made him seem standing next to him. Hated how much it had always felt like that, time and again, like his nightmares could be kept at bay as long as Kevin was there. Until he hadn't been.

A scarred hand reached into his line of vision and picked up one of the magnets, turning it this way and that. Heart at his throat, Jean snatched at Kevin's wrist, shoving it back down against the desk as he turned around to face him, ice in his veins.

Kevin's expression was indescipherable as he loosened his hold and let the magnet clatter softly out of his reach.

"Jeremy is kind."

"Don't."

Kevin had the decency to drop it, though his eyes didn't waver off his face. His gaze had always felt intense and unbreakable on him, and Jean was more often than not the one to break. This time he held his chin up, defiant.

At last, Kevin blew out a breath and said, "It's better this way. We're in the clear and Edgar Allan will start over. The rest of them will learn, and we'll be okay."

His conviction ought to have been more contagious, but Jean had had a skeptical nature beaten into him for too long to let himself be wooed by optimistic hopes. He prodded at the relief in Kevin's tone. "Is this how you assuage your guilt? You think this undoes the rest of it?"

That at least seemed to crack through Kevin's facade. "I already apologised."

Jean laughed. It was humourless and short. To think that one 'I'm sorry', no matter how sincere he believed it to be, could make up for what Kevin had done to him was laughable. Everything about this was laughable and he wanted to stay far, far away from it. The urge to walk out of the room pressed at him. "It's not enough."

"What would be?" Kevin asked instead, quiet and determined.

"Nothing," Jean snapped back. "You'll just have to live with it the way I do." And it was rich, really, that Kevin wanted to get rid of all the ugliness that tainted their history just like that.

"I had to," was the response he got, urgent and hushed and charged with the usual kind of tense emotion in Kevin's tone. "You must understand that. No one was dragging me out of there—"

"I didn't ask for that!" Jean cut him off, eyes flashing as his blood boiled and he pushed away thoughts of rainbow hair and kind, understanding silences.

Kevin was unfazed. "No, I asked it for you. I found someone to get through to you because I knew you were never going to listen to me. You still don't listen to me."

A choked off sound almost escaped Jean's lips, and he lifted his hands up to his chest, neck, dragged his fingers over his face. Warm fingers wrapped around his wrists almost immediately and pulled his hands down firmly and he resolutely looked over Kevin's shoulder.

"Jean," was the insistent word that cut through his racing thoughts. "I'm sorry. I am. I've hated myself for leaving you behind like that. I didn't know what else to do. You were never going to leave with me—"

"You could have asked."

It cut through the tension, surprising enough that Kevin's hands loosened on his wrists again, and he stared back at him. Jean regretted it immediately. The way words left his lips unbidden were going to be the death of him. He didn't even know how much of that was true. Even if Kevin had asked, could he really say he would have gone with him? Betrayed everything he believed in for a chance at... No. Sucking in a sharp breath, he fixed his stare on the wall. "Everything I did, I did for you. You trampled on that when—"

"Why?" Kevin asked, frustration creeping into his voice at last, and Jean ought to have felt some satisfaction in that, except he didn't. "You had as much right as I did to protect yourself—"

"It was supposed to be us against him. Our pact. Our secret. I trusted you with everything I had and you spat in my fucking face."

"That's not—"

But Jean was incensed too, finally drawing his gaze back to glare at the boy in front of him. "And I fucking took it. I took it all so you wouldn't have to."

Kevin was staring at him like he was written in glyphs he didn't understand. "Why?"

And another choked off laugh barely escaped before he shouted, unbidden and uncalled for, "BECAUSE I LOVED YOU!" The words rang at Kevin's face, the tension in the air shattering between them like shards of glass that turned in and pierced his heart through a hundred times. Breath escaped him and for a split second, Jean thought he would die, that it would simply never come back and he would choke on the words that had wrecked their way through his deepest secrets and into this moment.

If Jean hadn't been looking at him so intently, he would have missed the way Kevin's eyes widened imperceptibly before they softened again and his frown deepend and his gaze flickered between his own eyes—left, right, left, right, left—as he searched for something there or thoughts of his own raced in his head and he thought maybe Kevin also stopped breathing and maybe it was because all the air had been sucked out of the room without mercy.

Mercy had always been a pipe dream, anyway.

He dropped his gaze away from him as a shuddery breath rippled through his chest and his fingers curled into his palms, fingernails digging at the soft flesh there as his ears rang with the silence. It landed on the bear with the beret and the golden lines coursing through it and his chest clenched and clenched with pain he hadn't allowed himself to feel in what felt like years.

Then there was a hand on his chin pulling him back, and Jean had no choice but to look up at Kevin's face, that steely determination he was so used to seeing in his eyes and he wanted to take it all back and he wanted to yell at him and he wanted to shove him on a plane never to set foot in California again and he—

There was a split second that hung for longer than it should have as Jean watched Kevin's eyes drop to his mouth and then the air between them collapsed as Kevin stepped up and crashed his mouth against his.

It was so unexpected, so nothing at all like what Jean had ever convinced himself would happen between them that it took him a moment to recover. He was frozen, heart at his throat, beating so hard he thought he would throw it up as everything came rushing back and out.

Another broken inhale shook his shoulders and Kevin pulled back, hands on his face to search his expression. "...was that okay? I didn't—"

Jean's breath left him again as he unlocked his fists and grasped at the front of Kevin's shirt to yank him forward again and kiss him again. Kiss him properly, with every intention he'd ever harboured and the permission he'd been granted and the avalanche of hearbreak and misery and battered hope that clung to every feeling he'd ever had about the boy in front of him. Kevin kissed him back, hands gripping at his face, sliding into his hair, holding him in place as every whisper in dark corners and every shared look and every ounce of pain they'd suffered together and alongside each other and because of each other twisted up into this one desperate moment.

"I'm here," Kevin whispered against his lips in French, breathless too in a way that made Jean's head dizzy. "We're here. Let me be enough now." He swallowed. "Please."

Jean's fingers twisted in Kevin's shirt, he pressed his nose deep into his cheek, threw himself in headfirst once more, and nodded.

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kevindayscrown · 3 months ago

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The Golden Raven first impressions review (no spoilers in the first part, will warn ahead when I add specific spoilers)

I'm going to tag it as spoilers just in case, but I can't help but put my thoughts out there.

My heart is so full after reading this. It also grew fonder and fonder for Jeremy and Jean to the point I felt almost suffocated by it. We got so much new lore and so much character depth. And Laila and Cat. Oh my god, did the found family go hard on this one. I've not been one to have very vivid reactions while reading but I spent the last ten minutes crying.

The character growth and depth, the ups and downs, the progress. I want to kiss Nora's creative brain. I'm so happy she decided Jean deserved a chance to have his story told. I'm so happy Jeremy got the time to shine he deserved. And boy did he SHINE. To see these characters that I've spent so long speculating over, so many years of wondering and imaging and dreaming of what they might be like grow and become fully fleshed, beautiful personalities with tender and raw interactions is making me stupidly emotional.

The romance. Ah, the classic Nora, burning slow but burning bright. How can I wait for the third book, having seen Jean and Jeremy interact in such a manner? Knowing they are already so important to each other? This dynamic, this love and care between them it's something so so raw and so so good. The sexual attraction, but also the want behind it. Stop me or I won't stop talking about it.

The Trojans shone through, but Cat and Laila, Xavier and Cody stole the spotlight on multiple occasions. Nora just knows how to hit you with that found family until it hurts. Laila and Jeremy and Cat and Jean and then all four of them together, I'm afraid that dynamic is unmatched and unlike anything Nora has ever written.

Of course, who would I be if I didn't comment on Kevin and his scenes? Just enough to feel like a treat, and all the interactions between him and Jean and him and Jeremy gave us so much insight from so many different angles, I feel spoiled.

Of course, all the foxes cameos where treats, all the little snippets we got to see with their continuation. Sometimes it felt a bit much, but I have a feeling I know where Nora will be going with this in the third book.

Despite the length of the book, I didn't really feel as if it was too long. I'll let my recency bias settle and probably write another review with more spoilers and details but until then I couldn't help but add my own dime on this.

Jeremy and Jean had my heart from the beginning of this journey, hell from even way before that, but now I'm absolutely ride or die for them.

SPOILERS BELOW THE CUT

Some of my favourite moments jumbled up (ill add later):

• Obviously, learning more about Jeremy, about now messy he is and how much he is struggling to stay in control. About how lowly he treats himself and his own happiness but how quickly he jumps to defend others'. Jeremy learning French with a Marseille accent for Jean. Jeremy who wants to please everyone, who makes a mess of his own personal life and yet stays a devoted captain. He wants to treat people with kindness, to crawl away from the dark place he'd been in. Who doesn't realize how much he is worth and how shitty he has been treated.

• Jean slowly progressing into acknowledging more and more of the cruelty of the Ravens. Jean "I deserve to get better" Moreau. Jean who will choose Laila and Cat and Jeremy over anyone. Jean who called Rhemann and Wymack his fathers, who saw the fireworks and added them to his little mantra. Whose favourite colour is brown because it reminds him of all those he is growing to love. Jean who keeps the promise he made to Kevin to keep on living. Jean, who was quick to jump to Jeremy's defence at any given moment that the other needed it. The little kiss on the cheek, the touches, helping each other, eyeing each other, pining from a distance.

• Laila who sees Jeremy as her brother, who would do anything for him. Laila who lost everything she held dear and yet she chooses to move on because she has her family around her. Cat who lifts everyone spirits, who encourages Jean to embrace what he loves, encourages him to get a bike, is always there to check if he is okay. Both of them helping him with his eating disorder. Doing their best to help him adjust. Doing their best to protect Jeremy from his self-destruction.

• Kevin with his tough and harsh love. Kevin and Jean who deny being friends but doing so much for one another. Their little shared touches and their banter and their old man arguing. Kevin who bought Jean a postcard the moment he saw Jean's was ruined. Kevin and his friendship with Jeremy. How open he was with him, how much they were both trying to understand each other, how much they were trying for Jean.

• Jean tackling his sexuality over and over again. Slowly breaking free because "whose rules? The dead kid's?". Jeremy proving his worth time and time again despite his past, despite how people kept using his sexuality against him.

• Jean's sass and retorts, Jeremy and Cat's jokes. So many little diamonds in those quotes. Their teasing and their banter and their inside jokes.

• Adopting Jabberwocky and how happy it made them, how its going to bring this family even closer. How silly and stupidly excited it got Jeremy. Ugh, my heart.

#aftg #all for the game #the golden raven #tgr #jerejean #jeremy knox #tsc #the sunshine court #tgr spoilers

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