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my final piece for this year's big bang :DDD it was so much fun working with @eloquent-apollo (whose fic is linked below if you wanna read how the boys got in this situation)

five-minute sketch don't let him smile for someone

Shhhhh the blorbos are sleepy

U're backkk <D

Im back:D

kevin day you fake IDGAFer i saw you call jean your brother and being rude to an interviewer despite your PR image, I saw you send him a new postcard when you found out what happened to the old ones, I saw you being glad Jean loves cooking, loves something, despite the fact he becomes someone you can't recognise any more. I saw you agree to keep training Neil even though he was doomed by his father, I saw you giving Dobson the clear to speak with Jean about your trauma despite not trusting her because she's Andrew's and oh yeah speaking of, I saw you promising him you'll find something he can live for and you did. you fucking liar

“You know, Kevin, you’re what the French call ‘les incompetents.’”

love at first sight

my piece for @aftgreverse !! read the amazing fic by @acesirensinger here

The more I think about the differences between how the Trojans show affection vs how the Foxes do, the more I come to the conclusion that they unwittingly created the perfect environment for Jean and Neil’s arcs respectively.

Take for example the way Cat and Laila show Jean affection. The forehead kisses, the hugs, the endless reassurance and compassion. It may go without saying but Neil would’ve hated it if he ended up in that situation. He would’ve booked it faster than you can say Wesninski. But Jean? I mean sure he was baffled at first, but the way he grows to lean into it? The way he shows affection the same way back? Jean needed that brand of affection in a way Neil won’t ever. He needed to learn that he was deserving of such love; that there are people out there now who cared about him as deeply as he does them.

Neil on the other hand needed to learn a whole different set of lessons. The Foxes showing him that they care was less such obvious displays of love and more about patience in the face of his complications. More about their willingness to stick by him when the fabricated life he clung so hard to unraveled at the seams. Jean wouldn’t have flourished as much in that environment because he didn’t need understanding as much as he needed love. He didn’t need someone to help piece his life back together as much as he needed someone to love what was already there.

Neil is like an innocent looking stray cat that the foxes still kept even when they got bit; while Jean is like an abused show dog that the Trojans nurse back to health. And good lord do I love them both for it.