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He thought about Renee's bruised knuckles, Dan's fierce spirit, and Allison holding her ground on the court a week after Seth's death... some of the strongest people I've known are women.

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aftgbingo • jerejean card, baking cookies

Jeremy is the owner of a cute bakery close to Jean’s new apartment and Jean visits nearly once a day for the sole purpose of checking out the owner. Jeremy is curious about the mysterious stranger and flirts with him by giving him free desserts.

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aftg bingo • jerejean card, yellow

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title: through the storm rating: t pairings/characters: Jeremy Knox/Jean Moreau, Riko Moriyama (mentioned) warnings: PTSD, flashbacks, panic attacks, abuse a/n: this fic has descriptions of the abuse Jean endured under Riko and flashbacks of the time he spent at the Nest. the entire fic is under the cut, just in case. it was written for the square safety on the jerejean bingo card. AO3

When Jean opened his eyes, the darkness was overwhelming. He felt a weight sitting on his chest – no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t get enough air to fill his lungs – and in that moment, he thought he heard Riko’s voice in his ear. ‘No,’ he thought, ‘Riko’s dead. Riko’s dead.’ He repeated it over and over in his head, but he felt phantom restraints on his wrists and ankles, like the ones Riko would use to tie him down. He couldn’t make himself move – it was as though his was paralyzed. ‘This isn’t real,’ he tried to convince himself, but there was a part of him that wasn’t entirely sure – in the complete darkness, it was like he was back at The Nest.

Pain burst through his body when he felt the ghost of Riko’s knife across his chest – he tried to stay silent, he knew that screaming would only make Riko hurt him more – but he couldn’t stop the scream that was torn from his throat. He would be punished for that, Riko would make sure of it. Jean could hear Riko’s bitter laughter in his ear, but it disappeared when the room was filled with bright white light.

“Jean?” the voice sounded worried and, for a moment, Jean thought he’d died. “Jean, are you alright?”

It took a moment for Jean to calm down and remember where he was. USC, not Edgar Allan. “Yes,” he finally replied, his voice hoarse. He took in his surroundings – the Trojans jersey hanging over the chair by his desk, the light blue curtains, and Jeremy, looking frightened and clutching a flashlight. “It was just a nightmare,” he said, more for himself than for Jeremy. He had to be sure, though, so he pressed his hand against his chest, surprised at the lack of blood.

“Are you sure?” Jeremy asked. Jean couldn’t help but see the concern in his dark eyes, the way his body seemed to be on high alert, and he found it endearing. Jean couldn’t remember the last person who had actually cared about him that much.

“Yes,” Jean nodded, but he knew that Jeremy didn’t believe him.

“The power went out,” Jeremy explained, followed by a brief pause. “I can leave the flashlight here if you need,” he offered, placing it onto Jean’s desk.

Jean felt his heart skip a beat – he didn’t want to be alone, even if he had a flashlight. “No,” he whispered, desperately trying to find the words. He didn’t like asking for help, it was something completely foreign to him. “Please, can you…” he trailed off, embarrassed about asking Jeremy to stay.

“Yeah,” Jeremy answered, “I’m right here.” He sat down on the office chair by Jean’s desk, rolling it closer to the bed.

An easy silence fell between the two of them – it was one of the reasons Jean felt most comfortable around Jeremy. He was one of the only people who didn’t push for information, who never asked Jean about his life in The Nest, who didn’t want to know the horror stories that lived in Jean’s past.

Lightning flashed outside the bedroom window and Jean jumped, his body still on edge.

“It’s okay, Jean,” Jeremy reassured him, his voice so soft that Jean could barely hear it over the crack of thunder outside. “You’re safe here, I promise.”

And for the first time in his life, Jean truly believed it.

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for the touch prompts, maybe renison + holding hands? if u want !!

a/n: so i wrote one draft of this and then, like an idiot, i pressed back and lost it. this is the rewrite and it isn’t as good, sorry. it’s also my first time writing renison, so I hope it’s okay!This is also set at Eden’s Twilight when the upperclassmen and the monsters went together for Halloween.

send me a prompt for a 15 minute drabble!!

Renee could barely hear herself think over the blaring music - she could feel her heart pounding along with the heavy base line. She wove her way through the crowd, searching for the Foxes as she went. Between the flashing lights and the myriad of brightly-coloured costumes, it was hard for her to find anyone. She tensed up when she felt a hand clasping her own - not sure who to expect when she turned.

She was met by Allison’s smiling face and felt her shoulders sag with relief. Allison pulled her closer before leading Renee through a maze of people to where Dan, Matt, Nicky, and Aaron were dancing. She leaned in, her lips brushing against Renee’s ear when she spoke, still needing to raise her voice considerably to be heard over the music. “Good thing you’re easy to find!” Her breath was warm against Renee’s skin and Renee felt her cheeks flush - although she doubted it was obvious as everyone’s cheeks were beginning to look rosy.

Renee expected Allison to let go of her hand when they reached the group but she didn’t - they danced with their hands clasped and Renee purposely avoided the pointed look Dan was sending their way.

Dan was one of the few people that knew about her crush on Allison - well, Andrew knew, too, but he didn’t care. Dan cared. She was deeply invested in Renee’s relationship with Allison and had promised that they would be together by the end of the year.

However, subtlety was not something Dan particularly excelled at.

Renee pushed the thoughts of Dan out of her head and focused on Allison, instead; the way she tossed her hair, her soft hands. She grinned when Allison spun her around - it felt strange and out of place as it didn’t suit the music at all. Renee wasn’t complaining, though, not when Allison was pulling her closer, their faces so close that it wouldn’t take much for their lips to meet.

Without overthinking it, and ignoring the fact that they were in public, Renee closed the gap between their lips, emboldened when Allison kissed her back. This was everything she’d wanted for a long time, and it was better than she could have imagined.

Even over the relentless pounding of the music and the sound of the crowd around them, neither Renee nor Allison missed Dan’s holler of excitement. They pulled away from each other, laughter on their lips.

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piggy back rides with the ship i love more than anything in the world kevin and matt

a/n: this is written from Renee’s POV (which I have never written before, so I hope it’s okay) and has very little to do with piggy back rides, but does have to do with the development of Kevin and Matt’s relationship, and Kevin’s healing…

send me a prompt and I’ll write a 15 minute drabble!

There were times when Renee could not believe how much Kevin had changed in the past year. After Riko’s death he had hit a low that none of the foxes had seen from him, not even when there was a chance he may never play exy again. He had been harsher, ruthless, and had pushed everyone away more than he had before.

Until Matt.

Maybe that wasn’t fair, to give Matt all of the credit - it took a lot of courage for Kevin to pick himself up long enough to realize that he was free. But it was Matt’s persistence that had eventually broken through the armor that Kevin had wrapped himself in.

Renee never expected Kevin to get to the point of casual intimacy in such a short amount of time. It was something she’d been working on for several, and she still jumped when someone touched her shoulder when she wasn’t expecting it. Seeing Kevin’s genuine smile felt like a gift, one she was very grateful for.

It was wonderful - seeing Kevin trust someone other than Andrew or Wymack, seeing him start to trust all of the Foxes.

Of course, she had seen it before anyone else. There were too many lingering looks for her not to notice what was happening between Kevin and Matt. Their touches were softer than they should be, Matt’s fingers brushing Kevin’s skin like he never wanted to stop. But Renee was absolutely certain that something was happening when, after scoring the winning goal, Kevin had jumped onto Matt’s back and Matt had paraded him around the stadium, much to the enjoyment of the fans.

She knew that Andrew had noticed it then, too, but had yet to ask him what he thought. It was sure to cause some conflict, but Andrew had mellowed out some since he had gone off of his medication - a fact Renee contributed mostly to Neil’s presence.

Renee knew that, when Kevin and Matt finally came clean, she would win big.

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endless list of favourite characters ≡ (1/∞) Jean Moreau, All for the Game

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title: importance of secrets rating: t fandom: all for the game/the foxhole court pairing/characters: Kevin Day & Nicky Hemmick warnings: alcohol use/abuse, mentions of past abuse, implied/referenced abuse, unhealthy coping mechanisms a/n: @alecsilghtwood​ asked for “things you said when you were drunk” - Kevin + Nicky and I somehow managed to lose the ask. it’s very rough and very unbeta’d, but I hope you like it anyway!!

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Eden’s Twilight seemed busier than it typically did when they came for their nights out. Kevin could feel his heart pounding along with the bass line and the warmth of liquor spreading through his veins – it was the only way he could stand the music, honestly, and the best way to run from the problems he couldn’t work off on the court. He drank to forget his secrets, to forget all of the horrors that had been inflicted on him and that he’d inflicted on others at Riko’s command.

Kevin threw back another shot – he didn’t want to think about that, didn’t want to feel anything. He wasn’t even pretending to pay attention to Andrew and Neil, instead he stared over the railing at the throng of people below and tried to pick Aaron and Nicky out of the crowd. It was hard to see, what with all of the flashing lights and all the bodies.

Suddenly, a hand rested on Kevin’s shoulder and he jerked around to see Nicky’s smiling face. Otherwise, their table was deserted – Andrew and Neil must have gone outside for a cigarette or to the bar for more drinks. The club would be closing soon, something Kevin was kind of happy about since it meant escaping the terrible music.

Nicky leaned towards him, his lips practically brushing against Kevin’s ear. “Are you okay?” he asked, his eyes full of genuine concern.

Kevin nodded, although he wasn’t sure it was true. The alcohol hadn’t worked as well tonight – but then again, maybe there were some things that he wasn’t supposed to forget.

Andrew returned with a tray of drinks, then, and Kevin eagerly grabbed the shots placed in front of him, downing them without any preamble. He still felt the same – still felt the guilt and fear and shame sitting heavy on his chest. He didn’t understand why it wasn’t working, why he didn’t feel the relief he’d gotten the times before.

Disappointment washed over him when Andrew told him that they were leaving – as much as he wanted the music to stop, he hadn’t managed to get what he came for. He was definitely drunk, though. That much was made obvious by the way he had to cling to the railing of the stairs to stay upright and the stumbling steps he took once they reached the sidewalk, when Nicky had to catch him.

Kevin rubbed his eyes when he got in the car, as if that could somehow erase the memories, as if that would get rid of all the horrible things that lurked in his mind. Usually, they were dimmed by alcohol, usually the alcohol could mask them.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” NIcky asked again, snapping Kevin out of his reverie.

“Yeah, ‘m great,” Kevin insisted. He caught a glimpse of Nicky’s face as they passed under a streetlight and he could tell that he didn’t quite believe him. By the time they got to the house he wasn’t feeling any and he begrudgingly allowed Nicky to help him up the stairs.

Instead of heading to the living room to sleep on the couch like he normally did, Kevin headed towards Nicky’s room. “Is it okay?” he tried to ask, but he was sure that it just came out as a sad jumble of slurred syllables.

“Sure, of course,” Nicky replied, still holding Kevin up.

Once they were in Nicky’s room, it took Kevin nearly ten minutes to shimmy out of his uncomfortably tight jeans. Nicky helped him into bed and turned to leave, but Kevin – fast, even when drunk – caught his wrist. “I don’t want to be alone,” he said quietly. Nicky nodded and climbed into the bed before turning off the lamp.

Kevin wasn’t sure what it was – whether it was the alcohol or the closeness or the cover of the dark room or a combination of the three – but he found himself spilling his secrets to Nicky. He didn’t even know if Nicky was listening or if his words were even clear enough to be understood, but he talked about Evermore, about Riko, about Jean, about his mom. He spilled all of his secrets – all of the things he’d never imagined himself saying aloud to anyone.

By the time Kevin stopped talking, he was exhausted. He waited for Nicky to say something, for some kind of sign that Nicky was still awake, and finally closed his eyes when none came. Kevin’s mind was still racing, booze-soaked thoughts flitting back and forth, when he felt Nicky’s hand clasp his own.

“None of it is your fault,” NIcky whispered hoarsely, giving Kevin’s hand a gentle squeeze.

“It is,” Kevin replied. “I did those things, I hurt people.”

“You didn’t have a choice,” Nicky insisted. Kevin was about to say something else when Nicky spoke again. “You aren’t a bad person for doing what you needed to survive. You didn’t have a choice,” he repeated.

Neither said anything after that, but it didn’t take long for Kevin to fall into a restless sleep – he was pretty sure he’d fallen asleep before Nicky. He’d dreamt of Riko, of all the horrendous things he’d watched Riko do, most of them to Jean, and woke up sweating, his chest aching with a tightness he’d like to forget.

It took him a few moments to realize that he must have moved closer to Nicky during the night – Nicky’s hand was still clasped in his, but he could feel the soft cotton of Nicky’s t-shirt against his cheek. He didn’t remember which secrets he’d spilled or how much he’d given away, but he knew that his secrets were safe with him. Kevin knew that most of the foxes thought that Nicky was a chatterbox and would tell anyone anything, but Kevin trusted that Nicky knew the importance of secrets.