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My name is Jean Moreau. My place is at Evermore. I belong to the Moriyamas.
I will endure.
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TSC DOWNLOADED FROM AMAZON, ITS TIME PPL
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CW: MCR :)
'Cause I love all the poison away with the boys in the band
Okay so this one is L O N G-
Don't question the format I'm trying new things.
Aftg, it's been a while! Almost got a full playlist of song that would match aftg and that I would love to animate, unfortunately I have exams to pass (3rd year art school film incoming) so this is a kind of compromise.
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exy fans on Twitter (#NeverBeenSkiing edition)
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As well as Golden Boy Orange’s long-awaited seventh chapter (I am still doing that, I promise you guys, we’ll get there slowly), I have a new fic I’ve been scheming up for a while!
What if Neil left Millport just before Wymack and the foxes could get to him? What if he knew Hernandez was planning something, packed his duffel up and ran?
What would Andrew do about the one that got away?
And, in Chapter One, you get to see exactly who Neil very quickly bumps into, and also fails to recognise (and its not who you’re thinking :D)
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Golden Boy Orange: Chapter Seven
I live! And its only been like seven months since I last updated. For those of you who don’t know or have forgotten (and, once again I wouldn't blame you), this is my project to tell AFTG from Matt’s perspective. If you haven’t read the first six chapters (or if you need a refresh) you can read them here on Tumblr, or out on Ao3.
Tagging those I know were interested all those aeons ago haha (@youhaveahomeinmyheart, @accal1a, @sickbunsbro, @tntwme, & @stay-because-now-you-have-a-home) but if you want to be added (or removed) to (or from) the tag list, just let me know
Matt had decided to stay up until Neil got back. If Neil was going to up and obey the Monsters’ every beck and call, against common sense and reason, it was the most Matt could do to wait and hope and put him back together at the end. Dan had done the same for him after Columbia, and since Neil had come out of his trip down there far better off than Matt had, hopefully little more intervention would be needed.
He knew the gesture couldn’t turn back the clock if the monsters did fuck Neil up, but it was the most he could do. He just hoped it was enough.
He’d taken to busying himself on his computer as the hours slid slowly by. His monitor was the only light in the room, bathing him in cool blue, and by this point he was doing little more than clicking links, going back a page, and then clicking them again. He had been reading up on the Raven’s stats, but he could only do it for so long without feeling sick, and he’d let it dissolve into this mindless pattern, just enough to keep his bleary eyes open.
The door swung open and Matt snapped out of a daze he hadn’t realised he’d been in.
“You good?” He heard himself ask, voice tinny in his own ears.
Neil nodded, and had the grace to look a little guilty. “Yes. He’s teaching me Raven drills.”
Matt stood up and shut his computer down. “You’re going to hate getting up in the morning.”
Neil murmured something unintelligible, then promptly turned to the bedroom.
Matt considered asking him to repeat it, but he’d figured out by now there was no point. Instead, he collected his thoughts with a deep breath and went to bed.
He was asleep before Neil was even finished changing.
Wednesday, June 21st:
Nicky and Aaron were having a heated spat in German, the foreign language in the middle of the changing room meaning it was probably about them or one of them, and even though it was indecipherable, it was hard to ignore. Still, Neil seemed to be having particular trouble tuning it out; Matt was curious, but their new striker was rapt, hands trailing down from adjusting his collar as he listened with not-so-subtle confusion.
Seemingly finally noticing the attention, Nicky’s voice took on a pleading tone. Aaron’s response was short, succinct, and probably something along the lines of “Fine.”
Nicky shot something back, and Aaron deigned to reply in English to tell him to fuck himself.
“Hey,” Matt interrupted. “Break it up, you two. What the hell?”
Aaron scoffed as he pushed himself off the bench, barely giving Matt a second glance as he stormed from the room.
Matt looked from his departing figure in the doorway back to a glowering Nicky.
“Nicky?”
Nicky put on his best wounded look, tilting his entire body towards Matt in a purposeful change of tone. “Aaron hurt my feelings! Kiss it better, Matt?”
Seth spat out his favourite slur and stalked from the room looking like Nicky had just asked for Matt to fuck him raw against the lockers.
Matt ignored him and raised his best sceptical eyebrow at Nicky. “You guys all right?”
More fake emotions. “Of course we are. Why?”
Matt looked to Kevin (silence), and then Neil (the slightest of shrugs — a small reaction, for someone so visibly affected).
Matt dropped the subject, following Aaron and Seth out a few minutes later.
Neil’s only other real interaction with him that day was a quick assurance that he’d be fine when leaving for another evening practice with the monsters, and since Matt opted not to wait up this time, he was asleep when Neil crept back in. Thursday went by much the same.
Friday, Wymack’s call came in; the ERC had finally decided to stop tiptoeing around the truth, and they’d revealed to the Exy-loving world that the Ravens had come South.
Matt flicked on the TV in their dorm just in time to catch the anchorman’s wild gesticulations and mile-a-minute ranting. One of his guests was shaking his head in exaggerated disapproval, and the other trying and failing to interrupt.
Matt leaned forward on his seat. “Here it comes,” he breathed. “They’ll be all over us like white on rice. Coach’s phone is going to be ringing off the hook for weeks.”
Seth cracked open another can of beer. “I didn’t sign up to be part of a freak show. Let’s just send him back north and be done with it.”
It was clear 'him' was referring to Kevin.
Neil twitched. “Why do you hate him?”
Seth shot Matt an are-you-seeing-this look, which Matt opted not to return.
“Told you this kid was stupid,” Seth said, taking a swig and then belching.
“Why do you hate him so much,” Neil clarified, “that you’d wish such a thing on him?”
“Because I’m sick of him getting everything he wants just because he’s Kevin Day.”
Matt opened his mouth to speak, but Seth cut him off with a warning finger.
“Do you know what fame gets you, shitface?” He spat. “Everything. All he has to do is ask for it, and someone will give it to him. Doesn’t matter what. Doesn’t matter who. The world is dying to give him anything he wants.”
Neil looked quietly uncomfortable, but there was a real hint of anger in there Matt couldn’t help but appreciate.
“When he broke his hand,” Seth trailed on, “his fans cried for him. They flooded our locker room with letters and flowers. The amazing Kevin Day can’t play anymore, they said. Their lives were over. They’d grieve the loss forever.”
Neil shifted in his seat on the couch, and Seth took that as his cue to lean right into his personal space.
“But tell me, when’s the last time anyone cried for you? Never, right? They’re there for Kevin very step of the way, but where were they when we needed them?”
Neil blinked. “So you’re jealous.”
Seth raised his beer can like it was a fist. “His life is not more important than mine just because he’s more talented.”
“You have to admit your attitude makes it hard for anyone to care about you,” Neil said bluntly.
Matt snorted, and Seth shot him in irate look.
“You and Kevin both have impossible attitudes, but he can play better.” Neil finished. “Of course they chose him.”
Seth looked on the verge of violence. His drink can fist was still raised. “Look here, shortbus-”
“He has a point,” Matt cut in quickly. “This is your last year, Seth. Maybe it’s time for a fresh start. Give the people someone to rally behind and you’ll win them over.”
Down came the drink hand, and Seth slouched back on the couch. “What’s the point? We’re the laughing stock of the NCAA and Edgar Allen is going to massacre us this fall. It doesn’t matter what I do. No one will ever recruit a Fox to the pros.”
“Awesome attitude, Seth,” Matt said drily. “Way to encourage the rest of us.”
“I am encouraging you,” Seth said, taking another vehement swig now that he no longer had to reserve his can for use as an improvised weapon. “I’m encouraging you all to stop being stupid. You’re not going to get anywhere so long as you play for this team.”
“You’re too big of a coward to try,” Matt said. Dan’s enthusiasm and Kevin’s know-how were getting to him. Also, Seth was being a little shit and it was annoying.”Neil and I will prove you wrong. Right, Neil?”
“I’m just here to play,” came Neil’s curt response. “I don’t care about the future.”
Matt blinked in surprise. Unexpected answer, from someone doing nightly practice of Raven Drills with Kevin. “You don’t really believe that.”
Neil shrugged. “Afraid so.”
Matt looked between them, dumbstruck. Waiting for something else, a “ha gotcha!” that never came.
Seth raised his beer in a silent toast, somehow managing to look both smug and angry.
“I can’t believe you two,” Matt said at last. They responded with silence, and Matt looked to the heavens, then got up. “I guess our dinner plans are scratched. I’m not going downtown if the press is out and about; I don’t care how many campus police Chuck gave us. Let’s see about ordering in and watching a movie or something.”
Neil nodded, and Seth took a sip.
“You guys sit here and wallow in self-defeat or something while I check with Dan,” Matt said, then turned to leave.
As he walked out, he heard Seth shift on the couch, turning towards Neil.
“Maybe you’re not as stupid as I thought,” he said.
“Maybe I am,” Neil responded, and then Matt was gone.
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I really hope that the Sunshine Court will explore Jean Moreau's feelings towards Kevin when he left the Ravens!
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Nora shared a thread on Twitter of in-universe memes and I had to join in
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Andreil night comforts for an art trade
Plus some close ups just because I can:]
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SCREAMING
well I don't need to survive, so long as Jean does 💀
"nora how are we supposed to survive tsc"
we're not, hope that helps
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jean: if you must speak to me, please do not speak in gibberish. the sun has clearly addled your brain-
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“Riko still believes he can win his father's attention with his fame. If the lord does not recover, Riko will take his anger and grief out on everyone around him."
Neil considered that, then said, "Good thing you're not there anymore."
"Jean still is," Kevin answered.
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«Then don’t trust Neil, trust me.»
Neil Josten and Andrew Minyard. All for the Game, Nora Sakavic
Do not repost please, reblogs appreciated
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