#pinehurst chapter 4

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Pinehurst - chapter 4

eren jaeger x reader (with various aot character interactions)

[summer camp au]

words: 4k

warnings: swearing, angst, mentions of past trauma, financial shit i could barely even understand, Jean x reader (platonically implied). apologies in advance

chapter summary: You and jean continue drifting astray, leaving you plenty of time to tell him of your own problems. But explaining the past can always feel uncomfortable, especially when there’s more than just one side to your story. What a wonderful time to reunite with old acquaintances.

↣ BEFORE YOU READ! ↢

Although i’m writing them separately, eren’s pov in this chapter and reader’s pov in the beginning of the next chapter will be occurring at the same time.

Also, i’m very run down right now. apologies for any misspellings!

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By now the tangerine, pink-ish hues present in the sky had faded into its typical blues of the night. Your canoe's unsteadiness continued south down the lake, tall trees bustling around you in the shadows. The sudden chills felt all too familiar crossing your arms inside Jean's jacket, the same way you had years before to similar goosebumps that trickled up your youthful arms and legs. The boy across from you slumps and notices your shivers in between glances to the almost pitch-black scene you’ve found yourselves in. He's silently growing appalled with every rock of the boat, so he sinks his head onto his knees and lets the current continue to sway him in his seat.

"What should we do?"

"What is there to do?" you fret, dazing downwards at the wooden floorboards beneath his feet. Of course, there wasn't enough time for either of you to check the boat’s leaky interior, you'd have to teach him how to fix that immediately when you got back, if you even managed to.

"Alright then", Jean adjusts his hand that rests under his jaw "...tell me what's been going on between you and Eren."

"You're seriously more worried about my past relationships than our safety right now?"

"Is there anything better to do?" he apathetically pleads, exhaling to another gentle bob of the canoe. "Just explain everything to me from the beginning. Maybe with the time we have, we can figure out exactly why he resents you now." You assent to that, readjusting in your sticky shorts before contemplating where to begin.

"I think, this attitude of his began the night of the fire."

It takes Jean a few minutes to remember what exactly you mean by those words, staring into your eyes as if you barked rather than processed any understandable sounds, but soon his face alters into wide eyes and a frozen jaw, realizing what you'd said was in fact proven to be true this entire time. "I thought that was fake, just a rumor for the camps to demolish that old church no one ever used!" In his excitement, he keeps himself content enough to lean forward, pulling his sweatshirt back over your shoulder from where it had fallen as you continue.

"It was far from fake Jean." For years guilt had built up inside you and your forgotten memories, reasons as to why you could never muster, like how exactly you got there, Eren's state while your conscience dwindled in and out, what exactly Marcel had done to save everyone but himself.

"Well tell me dammit! Who was there? Why did you follow? Was everyone okay? Well, it's obvious not everyone was but-"

"Jean, I can't remember much. I was unconscious half the time-" The boy curiously jabs your side with his fingers positioned together like a blade, stopping you on those last few words that so easily slipped out of your mouth.

"I... I took a few hits, from which boy I can't remember but-" Jean stops you again, waving his arms around as some exaggerated question had yet to be answered. "You're telling me Eren could be mad at you for something he did?" He pinches his steep-slanted nose, stifling a laugh so desperately wanting to be let out. "I mean I knew he was an idiot but this is just too much."

"Jean you ass, let me finish. It was what happened afterward that made us grow apart and it's my fault. I never reached out to anyone else to check up on him." You cross your legs, leaning closer in case his walnut-size brain had trouble comprehending again. "For years I’d been texting his mother's cell, not him. He never bought his own phone until after we parted from camp, so all my attempts at keeping in touch went to waste because… she passed. The worst part is I figured all of this out today!" Your voice had changed from painful whispers to frustrated yelps, following a fit of coughs in substitute for your water bottle which was also left by the camp's dock.

Jean's eyebrows twitch down, squinting off to where the oars should be as if his response could be found right in its empty loopholes. "You can't blame yourself if you didn't know, texting requires effort from both people, yeah? I understand he must've been dealing with a whole bunch, but he didn't bother to message you either. Eren wouldn't leave someone hanging like that, especially you." And you forced yourself to believe him, that this was all just a misunderstanding between you and him, between Pinehurst and Marceign, that these feuds had been rumors from the start. Eren forgot, he didn't really resent you he just needed space, Marcel was well, and the church was still in its place. It was all some dream.

Glancing over the water to ponder in your thoughts, you notice an emptied lot of what used to be towering Pine trees, now replaced with dry dirt and scattered driftwood. But Jean noticed every changing detail in your complexion, contorting from one of acceptance to regret as your mind searches for reasoning in your past. You were at fault for both a camper's death and one's mental health, weren't you?

"Y/n," The brunette cuts in, breaking up the thoughts he knows you're easily suffocating in. "Start from the beginning. I took us off track with that comment, I’m sorry." He's much gentler now, fiddling his thumbs that place over his thighs. Through his little smile, you let yourself restart, allowing the warmth in his features to steam away any last pessimistic ideas.

"...Who I remember from that night was Eren and Reiner? A taller boy with blackish hair came along too, Reiner's friend but I can't remember his name. Eren and he were roughhousing about something but the only thing I can remember next is Marcel shoving me out of his way. His spatial awareness always sucked so my knee caught a small lame, but by the time I made it out everything went black to me." You rubbed both eyes, settling the migraine and exhaustion Jean had built up with that last nagging conversation.

"Are you sure they were just messing around? Marco spoke to me in the days following, while I was away." Jean smirked a bit, losing his focus over the apparent drooling experience of his vacation years ago, but shook his head to snap out of his trance. "He remembered yelling, screaming from our dock that day, but he always mistook it for usual camp banter. I think an action during Eren and Reiner's 'fight' had to have been the reason for the fire, why the camps refuse to partake in anything together, and obviously Marcel's death. That just seems the most logical since you were the last few people in contact with the building, and from what you remember no one had brought anything that could've intentionally started it. The fire must have begun naturally."

You could only stare blankly into Jean's eyes, realizing the story he assumed sounded extremely accurate, if not very familiar to you.

"Stop looking at me like I’m a dumbass y/n you know I’m right." He chuckles, and you purse your lips, holding in a truthful laugh he's much happier to see on you. Preparing to carry on with the remainder of your story, you look over your shoulder again to the dry, empty lot of used-to-be pine trees, taking a mental note that you'd like to check it out sometime. You couldn't lie, it looked quite patchy from your sitting point, but your eyebrows furrowed in a patient curiosity. It was a place you'd plan on thinking about later if it weren't for observing a single Pinetree. It remained damaged by the trunk, standing a few feet from the rocky clearing, and beside it, a crimson canoe.

You snap your entire being around this time, re-cracking a few aching muscles from yesterday's activities. You swallow, searching for air that you couldn't inhale, within seconds Jean notices your shaking figure he nearly mistook for a panic attack but follows your trembling arm as it points to the opening.

"Jean, we're not alone."

He stares back and forth between you and the blotches of red he now sees himself, huddling closer to you while his features copy your tongue-tied state.

"I think we're on the south side." You whisper, huddling your figure closer into his jacket.

"Stop saying shit like we're in a Netflix thriller and tell me information I'll understand!"

"Jean, I'm saying we aren't in Pinehurst territory anymore! That clearing right there, that's where the church used to be!"

"What, are we banished from stepping into the other camp's territory?" He questions.

"Exactly that Jean, because the fight ended up in flames, Marceign ultimately blamed Eren and our campers for the incident since the church tower sat closer to their land. That's why we never talk anymore, it's why we're being sued to this day!"

Jean pauses in his hovered stance, adjusting his arms behind him to sit back down in confusion. You huff, bringing a hand to your temple before leaning over your canoe, beginning to row in frustrated paddles through the water with your bare hands. He catches your action and immediately retracts your wrist from the water, tightening his grip as you detest.

"After everything you just told me you're paddling towards the other campground, are you crazy!? We're gonna get murdered!"

"We'll be fine if we stay quiet. Would you rather drift off to the Gulf or do you wanna get back to camp?"

"We're going to die either way!!" He shrieks in a high-pitched tone, covering his hands over his face.

"You're the biggest pussy I’ve ever met." you eye roll, drifting your hand back down to row in the mysterious canoe's direction. And Jean mimics it this time, despite how utterly stupid he thinks the idea is. The two of you eventually find yourselves shallow enough for the boy to step out and tug the small boat over to shore.

Jean doesn't hesitate to reach his hand back out to assist you, keeping your form behind him as you enter the scene in silence. You flick his shoulder blade, questioning why he's brought this tough act up all of a sudden. "Listen Y/n, mentally I might be a pussy, but if we're counting on anyone's physical strength, I’d rather it be mine. We'd be goners much sooner if you were in front of me."

Your mouth gapes open from reputational ruining, following right behind him as you approach the clearing. His honesty needs to find itself better timing but you appreciate his sincerity, you know he cares.

A rustling bush from the right catches your attention. Instinctively you grab Jean's arm as he hovers his hand over his pant pocket. A cheap, gas station pocket knife rests inside, stashed away in case of emergencies, but you both doubt it'll be of any help. Only your shallow breaths and the unknown figures are heard, and you don't relax until a clear view of a lanky, raven-haired boy appears in front of you. With two oars in his grip, he stays calm down his path, at least until his eyes astonish at the sight of Jean. He holds the oars out before him for protection stoically with a clenched jaw, but he softens, bringing them back down as his gaze switches over to you.

“L/n?”

"Hoover?”

The ding of the main hall's bell signaled campers to make their way for evening activities before curfew, and when everyone appeared except two counselors well, no one honestly cared.

At least no one but a young and frantic dirty-blond bouncing his knee under the table like a maniac.

"Falco quit it. You keep hitting my leg and I can't eat my food!" Kaya glowered, jabbing her fork into her pasta with a face that nearly stated 'you're next’. He leaned back, scared stiff as his fingers began picking at themselves for a less disturbing comfort. After what felt like an hour had gone by, Gabi's eyes lifted to search the hall as well, fingers pressed tightly in hopes not to lose the thread entwined within her self-made bracelet.

"Falco, Y/n's never this late. Did you make her mad or something?" Gabi unashamedly questioned, only making the dirty blond's eyes widen. "No!... Well, I don't think so!" His hand trails to his mouth, biting down his second thoughts of your interactions with him earlier in the day. You had promised to sit with him as you always do, surely you hadn't lost the love for your best friend’s little brother, right? That would be too unordinary.

The boy peers to the side, taking in an older brunette whose prime concern should be his job of chaperoning but instead fixes himself within his trio. Martin suddenly returns from around the corner, a mason jar of colorful beads in hand, and drifts between Falco's darting eyes and the counselor's table.

"Hey, ErEn! Where's your girlfriend at?!?" he catches on, cupping a hand over his snickering mouth. Eren darts his head up, eyebrows hanging so low it was hard to identify his deathly scowl from any other angle but Martin's. The kid shuffles his feet in the opposite direction with a frightened squeal, charging into Connie who rests on a bright green bean bag by the reading nook.

The blonde beside Eren follows up on Martin's comment, furrowing his features as he searches the hall worryingly. "He's right Er, where is Y/n?"

"Does it look like I care?"

Armin stares blankly at his best friend, slacked jaw accompanying his thoughts of how the hell could someone despise another so much. With a simple nudge, Eren's on his feet, scoffing towards his camper’s table more childishly than any camper in the mess hall.

"Look Falco, I have no clue where she is. Why do you need her here?"

"Eren, she promised to sit with me! She wouldn't leave me alone, she- she'd never!" he pleads.

"She promises things too much doesn't she." he replies as if his own story with you might convince the younger boy of your "cruel" heart.

Eren double takes on Falco's eyes now brimming with tears, stepping back from his babyish response.

"Eren, what is wrong with you?!" Mikasa blurts from behind, shoving past him to kneel beside the young boy sniffling. "Did you even bother to check where she was? I can’t find Jean anywhere either, weren't they together?" and

Eren stiffens from those last few words. You and him, Jean. Together.

Of course, those words made his knees buckle, even if it were meant in a different context. It eagered him to replace the idiot's name with his own-

While mustering a response in hopes of cooling down the anxious children, he's blinded to the sight of a well-built male approaching the entrance, partnered beside an irritated Levi.

"Eren? My god it's been years hasn't it, you've grown!"

Eren shifts his head to the side, allowing his ear to pick up on the rasp in the unidentified male's voice. Armin can be seen swiveling around the unsteady bench, creasing his forehead from a sight that must be so bewildering to gaze upon. Eren's eyes peek over his angled shoulder, nearly missing the shine of the man's rounded lens'.

"Are you here to babysit, boss me around again or something?" Eren says, dismissively snarking his lip above his little growl.

The male lets out a chuckle, grabbing his stomach with one hand and supporting his lower back with the other as if he identified as a senior citizen. "That's what brothers are for, yeah?"

Eren finds the older blond strutting to the wooden bench, his stubbly appearance intimidating the children as if whatever matter were to go down was dead serious. Mikasa places her hand over Falco's shoulder, guiding him to another table while Gabi and Kaya exchange a few concerned glances back and forth from the situation, a bit hesitant to shuffle away across the creaky floors.

"Is there something you want Zeke? Or do you plan to waste my time again?" Levi seethed, folding his arms tightly across his "counselor" jacket. Zeke waves him off gently, informing his past friend that his cause for returning after so long only happened to be because of a family matter.

"Why are you here?" Eren grumbled, plopping himself down on the other side of the table. Zeke lifts his hand revealing a large, tie-dye shirt, softly whipping it in his brother's direction. "You forgot your counseling attire. I'm surprised they even let you in!" he grins.

"Cut the shit Zeke, what do you want."

And his sweetened smile disappears, only silver eyes grimacing into lighter pools of turquoise and emerald green. Zeke leans his head forward, a bit closer than expected, making Eren unable to tolerate his brother’s glare down to the few freckles scattered past his cheeks.

"I'd say the reason I’m here is more for something I need. I’m done waiting around for you to get off your ass."

Eren shifts in his seat, avoiding Zeke's gaze like a sign to continue, he supposes.

"Where should I begin... Maybe, with the number 30? Does that sound familiar to you?."

Eren glimpses upward, observing the tranquility in his brother’s appearance. He sits tall as his loosened button-down opens before his chest, deceiving one to believe he's a bit buffer than claimed. How different Zeke appears from the younger male practically pissing himself from the height difference alone. Eren contemplates between gaps in the old table’s wood of what exactly his brother is bringing him down into before its expected irruption. "I- I don't understand what you mean-"

"In five years I’ve collected every expense you've ignored, every lawsuit against you has been filed to me when your parents couldn't handle it, handle you. Every reminder I get that my brother, nearly a stranger to me, has demolished another's property. I add it all up and regret ever knowing you sometimes."

Zeke's hands grip the table just a little harsher, wrinkling against its grainy textures. His grin is so wide, so corrupt.

"And since you're legally capable of handling yourself now, that and I haven't given one glance at those papers in the last two years, you owe not only me but Marceign over thirty-thousand dollars."

"Thirty-"

Erens lungs squeezed with every attempt to release some word out. Any emotion would do, he was feeling them all at once.

Lawsuits come with their own fines, right.

Will he take me to- ?

Court, fuck. I'm going to court.

I'll spend time-

What could Eren do but freeze from the forgotten responsibility's now held for his past actions. Actions that weren't his, they weren't right? he couldn't seem to remember. His gut had told him the guilt shouldn't belong to him, but accepting it would be so much easier for everyone. Everyone but himself.

Zeke intertwines his fingers with each other, rocking his joined hands right and left on the table like he was trying to hypnotize a child. "As your new guardian it was my job to fix every one of your mistakes, but I simply don't want to anymore."

"T- That's fine by me. I'm an adult Zeke I don't need your help-"

"Oh you may be one legally but you certainly don't act like it. Didn't your friends here ever help you realize that?" Eren couldn't necessarily proceed at the moment besides his lower lip, that just wouldn’t stop quivering. Let me process my debt a little longer Zeke give me time, please-

"What about that girl hm? That big mouth you always hung around, where did she go? Surely you didn't scare her off too?

"No I- we don't talk anymore." Don't talk about her like that

"Why's that? I could barely hear how important she was to you over all the drool that spilled from your mouth when you spoke about her."

"We lost contact Zeke, enough." Eren's voice rasped, causing it to grow in volume. Hands he knew had lost their blood flow continued to fist in his pockets.

"But I’m having my fun, it's been a while for me to have some since you came into my life. Tell me, did she "stop contacting" you after your parents..." he flailed his hands around in circles, not bothering to finish the sentence as Eren had already figured the direction it had gone in. But what he couldn't understand was why Zeke was bringing you into this. You had nothing to do with the situation and having you involved would ruin Eren from the inside out.

"She didn't call me anymore, Y/n didn't bother." Why didn't she

"And where was your input? Did you expect the work to be done for you? How typical of you brother. You could've called her at least one last time before you decided to ignore her for half a decade."

"How could I Zeke! Her number was in Mom's-"

Cellphone.

I didn't buy a cellphone until after I saw her last.

His shout halted, unsure of absolutely everything in this moment. Pausing so suddenly had gained the attention of his two closest friends, accompanied by a dry, tear-stained child sitting next to them in panic.

Did you call? Had you cared for him as much as he wanted you to?

Had he unknowingly ignored you for five years straight, giving no explanation in return? He did, he really did.

The only person to blame was himself, for everything.

Zeke understood this pause of his, an O-shape present across his beardy lips.

"What a shame Eren, really. I thought you'd be more responsible than this. Have you simply wasted these past five years relying on one friend to another, Hiding your remorse just to live out your teenage years as normal as possible?"

The young boy lowered his head, covering his eyes to catch the pricking tears now caught in his thick eyelashes. With every quickening inhale he only prayed to live without his flourishing self-guilt, a reality where he wouldn't face consequences for being such a burden.

He grits his teeth to hold a quiet sob in place, biting down harshly that thin veins protruded from his temples. Maybe in that said life, he would have tried just a little harder to keep his friendships, consider what his loved ones wanted most, remembered how much people cared for him when he chose to let those he loved go.

It isn't all wrong, for Eren still might have you.

And he loved, he loves you so much.

"I think I owe... people an apology."

"Well look at that, the most mature thing to have ever come out of your mouth. I think you should start with me, kiddo."

But Eren rose from his seat, puffy under-eyes decelerating the trail of his tears. Zeke scoffed at his actions, growing impatient with every step Eren took farther out of the dining hall, and to the dock barely visible in the moonlight.

It's embarrassing to consider you a Jaeger. Eren heard last. His step-brother’s words slipping through his ears, straight to his head and daggered heart. Quickening his pace into a careful sprint, he squints at the glossy phone screens face-up against the shore below a tall figure escorting a mullet. Next to him, a pair of sandals being lifted into a smaller female’s hands.

The remainder of Eren’s group catches up to him in heaves, followed by a young blond and brunette, practically bouncing more than running to your location.

And when Eren’s eyes meet yours he can exhale, the developing sob in his chest only coming out as a sigh of relief. You offer him a tender smile, waving a delicate hand to him, and he doesn’t ignore it, nor does he turn away. He waves just as passionately, maybe even more. His childish movement causes your shoulders to rise and fall, pearly teeth showcasing themselves for him as if he hadn’t already been in awe. Had he never seen you in the moonlight before, he would have sworn a treasure stood before him. The sight of you, that full smile of yours, was more than enough to fade the final teardrops back into his skin.

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Friday The 13th: 10 Hidden Details About The Horror Movie Costumes You Didn’t Notice

We will never look at a hockey mask the same way again because of Jason Voorhees. Seeing it instantly reminds us of the first time we ever watched a Friday the 13th movie, and we will always think of Jason when we see that same mask outside the films.

Yet, there's more to the wardrobe of Friday the 13th than that infamous mask. In fact, there's a treasure trove of trivia regarding the attire of Jason Voorhees and other Crystal Lake residents. So, take a seat by the campfire as we explore the costumes in the Friday the 13th franchise.

RELATED: 10 Fan Theories That Will Forever Change Your Favorite Horror Movies

10 A Moral Dilemma

Assigning fates to characters based on their life choices is an enduring trope in slashers. It's right up there with saying, "I'll be right back." The writers stuck to a dichotomy of morality and immorality when writing female characters. Jason killed women who had sex, used drugs, and dressed alluringly, whereas the virgins and prudishly-dressed were spared.

Final girl Rennie was overdressed in a shirt, a vest, and baggy pants in Friday the 13th Part VIII: Jason Takes Manhattan. Meanwhile, resident bad girl Tamara offers her half-naked body to their English teacher. Can you guess what happens to her?

9 The Case of the Reappearing Sweater

In Friday the 13th V: A New Beginning, survivor Tommy Jarvis from The Final Chapter checks into Pinehurst Halfway House. The facility's director is Pam Roberts, who was played by Melanie Kinnaman. Although she isn't the main character, Pam is the movie's "final girl."

By the end, she and another of Jason's potential victims fend for themselves in the woods near Pinehurst. As they run, the pink sweater wrapped around Pam's shoulders disappears and then returns throughout the sequence. According to the Crystal Lake Memories documentary, this goof is the "bane of [Kinnaman's] existence." She didn't even like the sweater.

8 Going 3-D

The eighties had a notable resurgence in 3-D-shot films. Jaws 3-D and Amityville 3-D were popular examples, but Friday the 13th Part III was at the forefront of this short-lived revival. It was a daring choice at the time, seeing as shooting in 3-D wouldn't be easy for director Steve Miner—especially with his film being the first to use the Marks 3-D system.

It wound up being a learning experience for everyone involved. Something Miner and costume supervisor Sandi Love had to keep in mind was the color of the characters' clothes; certain colors interfered with the 3-D process.

RELATED: Every Single Friday The 13th Movie (In Chronological Order)

7 Über Jason

Jason received his most radical costume change in Jason X. Set in the far future, a space station discovers the corpse of famed killer Jason Voorhees. He's then revived as a cyborg after coming in contact with nano-bots aboard the ship. Thus, Über Jason was born.

Kane Hodder's costume for the role was a cumbersome one-suit with limited motion in the limbs and knees. He wore red contacts, too, that unnerved the crew. In addition, an android named Em-14 starred opposite Über Jason. Her actress (Lisa Ryder) was restricted in a corseted, full PVC outfit during the film's action-packed conclusion.

6 Daddy Dearest

If there's one moment in Friday the 13th Part VII: The New Blood that confuses fans, it's how Tina Shepard's father looks at the end. Originally, actor John Otrin was going to be portrayed as equally decayed as Jason. He was in full costume and makeup, ready to shoot. However, associate producer Barbara Sachs, who did not care for horror movies, was not happy with Mr. Shepard's rotten appearance.

Director John Carl Buechler had no time to go over Sachs' head and get permission from producer Frank Mancuso, Jr. Hence why Tina's father looks so bland in the finished cut.

5 Remake

Ten years after its debut, fans have come around to the remake, and Jason's stunt actor Derek Mears is one reason why. The film's effects artist, Scott Stoddard, wanted to use physical maladies—such as hair loss and skin rashes—to convey Jason's humanity in a way other films didn't.

On top of body makeup and fake skin, Mears wore a chest plate beneath his costume that adjusted to his muscles' movements. To give the appearance of scoliosis, Mears put on a prosthetic hump. Something else unique to this movie was how Jason used both the burlap sack and hockey mask.

RELATED: 10 Horror Movie Remakes That Missed The Mark

4 A Tale of Two Jasons

The fandom is divisive over the fifth entry A New Beginning. After sending Jason off in The Final Chapter, the producers had to come up with a new way to bring him back—and that they did.

At the end of the fourth sequel, "Jason" is actually a deranged paramedic incognito. To this day, this decision doesn't sit well with fans. Tommy Jarvis imagines seeing Jason from time to time. So, director Danny Steinmann used different masks to distinguish between the real and fake Jasons. To tell them apart, the impostor's mask had blue marks as opposed to red ones.

3 A Seminal Setup

The low return for Jason Takes Manhattan urged Paramount Pictures to sell the character rights of Jason to New Line Cinema. Director/writer Adam Marcus' first film Jason Goes to Hell: The Final Friday generated polarized opinions.

For most of the movie, Jason does not even appear in person. Instead, his spirit possesses people. Viewers agree the story would have been okay for a non-Friday horror flick. In the last scene, Jason's mask is snatched by a familiar arm—wearing Freddy Krueger's glove was no other than Jason's stuntman Kane Hodder. And, ten years later, we got Freddy vs. Jason.

RELATED: Friday The 13th: 10 Most Brutal Jason Voorhees Kills, Ranked

2 The Sack

There was contention behind the scenes about the movie using Jason Voorhees as the killer in Friday the 13th Part 2. The timeline just didn't make any sense.

Now, it isn't a slasher movie unless the villain has a gimmick or wears a disguise. So, costume designer Ellen Lutter covered Jason's face with a burlap sack. It's rather plain-looking, but what the audience imagined was underneath the sack was scarier than what was possibly there. Lutter was also the first person to play adult Jason in the series. She appeared as him—legs only— at the beginning of Part 2.

1 The Mask's Origin

Jason Voorhees did not appear in the present-day storyline until the second film. And, in that sequel, he's not even wearing his signature mask.

The iconic Jason mask we all know and fear nowadays was first owned by the character Shelly Finkelstein in Friday the 13th III. Later in the same film, Jason dons the mask before continuing his hunt for more teenage victims.

The mask—the originator remains a source of dispute after all these years—was based on a vintage Jacques Plante Fibrosport Elite model. The one Shelly owned was modeled after a Detroit Red Wings goalie mask.

NEXT: Fashion Friday The 13th: All Of Jason Voorhees' Looks, Ranked

source https://screenrant.com/friday-thirteenth-horror-movie-costume-details/

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Kids All Over the World Choosing to Play Golf... But Why?

For my Tumblr Sports movie post, I decided to watch a movie that I thought I would be able to watch from a neutral but critical lens, without my connection to that sport or any teams getting in the way of that. I came across a documentary called The Short Game on Netflix; a movie that follows the lives of eight 7-8 year olds, prepping for the Golf World Championship for children in Pinehurst, NC. The eight kids come from all over the world ranging from Shenzhen, China to Paris, France.

Jed Dy from The Philippines

I honestly didn’t think I’d get too into this movie (which is what I wanted) but it turned out to be a lot more fast-paced and intense than I thought. This movie showed me that golf is a hell of a lot more than hitting a small white ball across a course. These boys and girls train for hours 365 days a year and are more than dedicated to their sport. I really really also hate to say though that this movie unintentionally confirmed some myths/ideologies and stereotypes that we see continue to exist in not only the sports’ world but in golf specifically. Although The Short Game was a cute entertaining watch, it also reminded me that nationalism and wanting to ‘make your country proud at #1��� exists in all sports, that the American Dream and underdog stories too exist in golf, and lastly that golf, even at the young age of 7 years old, continues to be a man dominated sport.

I really wish that I had enough time to write up little profiles for each one of kids that the documentary followed for months leading up to the world championship, but I would be way over 1200 words if I did that. For the first key point of my argument though I want to explore the ideas of nationalism through a boy that entered the golfing championship; his name is Zamokuhle Nxasana, an 8 year old from Johannesburg, South Africa.

As you can see from the clip above (made two years after the documentary), Zamokuhle or nicknamed Zama, is quite the personality. Another thing mentioned in this small clip though is how Zama strives to support his country. The Short Game only emphasizes on Zama’s culture and pride, but it made me wonder how popular golf really is in South Africa. I was pleasantly surprised to find that South Africa has well over a hundred golf courses, several world-famous players, and its own golf tv, media, and stat coverage similar to how PGA covers it here in the U.S.

Zama and his family were anxious as they awaited the kids’ world championship here though; they had a big family get together before he left for the tournament, where his family performed rituals for him and prayed for success. “Make our country proud,” one of his uncles told him. Little stuff like this reminded me of how in class we discussed the NFL militainment article and how several aspects of patriotism and war are implemented into football games. In a really drastic way, I saw the same ideals; the thing that separated this kids’ golf championship in North Carolina from others was that children golfers from 60 different countries were coming to compete. There was that competitiveness about coming out on top and “putting your country on the map.”

Next let’s think back to the week of myths and ideologies we discussed earlier this semester. One quote from the Chapter 5 Mythology was, “Media and sports scholar Michael Real (1989) notes that “myths arise as community stories that celebrate collective heroes, origins, and identity through expressive rituals”. Thus, an especially important element of mythology is that the stories are shared, and they provide a foundation for a community’s identity,” (pg. 4). I share this quote specifically because it brings me into my next key point of the American Dream frames shown in this documentary. Another contestant that competed in the 2013 championship was Amari Avery.

She was shown as the underdog of the documentary because although her family (just like all of the families in the doc were) was well off, she was shown as almost having a disadvantage. Her father was her main coach and support, but he didn’t play golf himself. It was also highlighted that she was the new Tiger Woods; Amari was even nicknamed Tigress. Her dad shared in the movie that she had the same birthday was Tiger Woods, she was born in the same county as Woods, had the same African-American and Asian background, etc. Planned by her father or not, it’s clear to the audience that Amari has a lot of pressure on her to not only be invested, passionate, and do her best, but to win. Like I mentioned, although her family is clearly well off enough to be able to travel and pay for competition fees, Amari’s father shared that he expects Amari to perform well because he was trying to create a sustainable way for her to be able to afford college and possibly have a career in professional golf. Much pressure is built up for Amari especially in the doc throughout the three days of the championship competition. She does end up winning for her age division for girls, and it definitely is emotional after seeing how much she wanted it and her dad wanted it for her. The critical part of me just feels like because of Amari’s race and gender is why she was shown as ‘achieving the American Dream’ for her family in this documentary.

This leads into my last review point of the documentary, which is how this documentary, acceptable for all ages, perpetuates the idea that golf in the end is intended for males. We typically would already assume this, as when we think of golf we think of upper class males, as not everyone can afford a nice set of clubs. Throughout the movie there are several distinctions between the girl competitors and the boy competitors. As I hinted above, the competition is split by gender; this isn’t shocking in any way, but it’s kind of interesting because golf isn’t a contact sport. Golf takes skill, patience, and mental strength, so it’s interesting to wonder what would happen if didn’t segregate sports by gender. The documentary interviews all the kids from their homes and their daily practices. The boys are shown as being very outgoing and free, while the girls come off as more serious, composed, and having “stage dads”: dads that put way too much pressure on their daughters to perform well. Several examples in the doc such as these made me think about the Cooky article about women���s sports and TV. In the conclusion of her article she states, “For this to happen in a substantial way, power relations and perceptions of gender will have to continue to change within sport organizations, with commercial sponsors who promote and advertise sports, and within the mass media. These shifts in perception will not come about by themselves but will involve changes and pressures from a number of directions.” I looked into who the director of the movie was and what is ties to golf were. I found that Josh Greenbaum, the director of the film was a fresh college graduate when he directed this documentary, and although he’s done writing work for New Girl and other comedy sitcoms he doesn’t have a clear tie to golf. So he is going into this documentary with a lens of being a male and not directly touched or ‘changed’ by female athletes as some women might me.

This leads me to think about the lens I looked at this movie with. Like I mentioned more towards the the introduction, I chose a documentary about golf because I was hoping to be able to look at the sport and the contestants are neutral as possible. Unfortunately that’s just about impossible as everyone has some type of bias. I think my bias leans towards Amari along with the other female competitors. They weren’t going up against the boys, but I felt a strong connection to their fight and struggle simply because I know what’s like to feel like you have to prove yourself. And as we talked in class, when you are a female athlete, you can’t just be good; you have to be the best. And even when you are the best, you will still be compared to male athletes. I also connected and sympathized with Amari even after critiquing the narrative the director put her in through the doc because she was the least “with golf background”. She came off as an average young, middle class girl and I think that makes the audience want to root for her.

I think that this documentary was a cute fun to watch. I think that it was definitely not intended to be too intense as some sports movies are. I do have a lot of critiques about it, especially because I just wondered throughout the movie how all of these pressures and stereotypes were affecting the young children, but I did see that all of them are continuing to play and compete, and wish to play pro one day, just like kids in different sports all over the world do.

Sources

Cooky, Messner, Nextrum. (2013). Women Play Sport, But Not on TV: A Longitudinal Study of Televised News Media. Retrieved from Canvas PDF. 

Fischer. (2014, Dec). Commemorating 9/11 NFL-Style: Insights Into America's Culture of Militarism. Retrieved from Canvas PDF.

Future Champions Gold. (2013). Jed Dy. Picture retrieved from http://www.futurechampionsgolf.com/sdjrmasters2012recap.html 

Golf Digest. (2014, June 30). Pint-Sized Pro’s Zama Nxasana Shares the 5 Most Important Tips to Becoming a Great Golfer. Video retrieved from https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=geo0RcFkLPw 

Butterworth. (unknown). Chapter 5 Sports and Mythology. Retrieved from Canvas PDF.

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‘Xuanya’. (2014, Sept 13). LL Cool J and 8 Year Old Golf Phenom Amari Avery on Kids Do The Darndest Things. Video retrieved from https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1cttzCebYyg 

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2017 NAIOP NC Award Winners

Top commercial real estate projects and developers in the state were recognized at NAIOP North Carolina’s annual conference in March at Pinehurst Resort. The trade association for developers, owners and investors in industrial, office and related commercial real estate has chapters in Charlotte, Triad and Triangle. Read more about this year’s winners here. 

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Tom Bisacquino, far right, was a speaker at NAIOP North Carolina’s 2017 conference. He is pictured with board members Brian DiDiano, from left, Mark Dunnagan and Brendan Pierce.

Christopher Chung, far right, CEO of the Economic Development Partnership of North Carolina, attended the annual meeting.

Don Williams, left, Susan Vercauteren and David Finger participate in a panel discussion.

Developer of the Year: Highwoods Properties.

Large Project of the Year: The Center for Technology and Innovation (CIT), Raleigh, Keystone Corporation.

Small Project of the Year: The Shevell Building, Greensboro, DH Griffin Construction Company.

Developing Leader of the Year: Jenny Fowler, Childress Klein.

Member of the Year Raleigh-Durham Chapter: Paul Meyers, Fifth Third Bank.

Member of the Year Piedmont Triad Chapter: Reggie Beeson, Highwoods Properties.

Member of the Year Charlotte Chapter: Chris Thomas, Childress Klein.

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i’m getting chapter four out TOMORROW guys i can feel it😤

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[sofijaeger]

yo i can ask myself stuff? this is frickin cool.

why don’t i use desktop more often?

anyways go give chapter four some love!! i just reblogged it because it’s been doing poopy:)

[sofijaeger]

we’ve got some friends making an appearance in chapter 4

🙄<3

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this chapter was absolutely incredible!!!! the line at the end where he compared her to treasure in the moonlight made me want to cry it was so beautiful 🥺😭 amazing job, yet again!!

THANK YOU SO MUCH OH MY GOSH ❤️‍🩹

i’ve actually been a little worried about the latest chapter because the hashtags weren’t working?? and well, it’s only at like 7 likes rn😪 but i wasn’t expecting it to do great, i’m not some fantastic author lol

hearing this makes me so happy you have no idea. i really wanted to emphasize how eren’s always felt this way about you, but held the single grudge to keep him from thinking about it.

finally does our dumby boy learn of all the misunderstandings he’s been through, they’re all going to come into play soon!

i’m not sure if that’s for better or worse though…

[sofijaeger]

huh,

yk i’m not sure if i expected that.

we like mean zeke ig 😈

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↣ 𝕡𝕚𝕟𝕖𝕙𝕦𝕣𝕤𝕥 𝕞𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥 ↢

eren x reader { enemies to friends to lovers }

warnings are provided in each chapter

Chapter 1

summer, easily the most favored season of the year, and where else to spend it at than camp pinehurst! now as a returning counselor, the summer camp experiences and memories return, even past conflicts that have yet to be solved. don’t worry though, they will surely arise again.

Chapter 2

after meeting your old friends once more, and dealing with not so enjoyable encounters, you settle in for the next few weeks, though the excitement this year doesn’t seem as anticipated.

Chapter 3

only the second day in living situations are quite… interesting. But a certain argument leads you to the answer of one very unintended problem. However will you be forgiven for this one?

Chapter 4

you continue drifting astray, leaving you plenty of time to tell Jean of your problems. Explaining the past can always feel uncomfortable, especially when there’s more to handle than just your side to your story. What a wonderful time to reunite with a few old memories, and acquaintances.

Chapter 5

“Yes”, a word that holds too many meanings and bottled up emotions. It seems to be the one word Pinehurst has been petrified of, agreement. The acceptance to pay their due for a crime left uncertain. As you familiarize with your past acquaintances, could you be the one to change the direction of this long lasting feud?

Chapter 6

Teasing always goes too far.

Chapter 7

In the aftermath of the competition’s chilling incident, precautions are taken to ensure the safety of each and every camper, your’s especially. Nevertheless, strong motives surpass any restrictions bounded by those closest to you, and to save their lives over your own? Well, you’re willing to take that risk.

Chapter 8

Curse you and your heart of gold, that risks your well-being simply to ensure the safety and happiness of those closest to you. Though it seems your current actions might be resulting in more harm than good. How helpful will others portray you as? Or perhaps selfishness could become a more accurate term.

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Pinehurst - chapter 5

eren jaeger x fem!reader (with various aot character interactions)

summer camp au

words: 6.5k

warnings: swearing, angst, mentions of past emotional and physical trauma, suggestive topics.

chapter summary:

“Yes”, a word that holds too many meanings and bottled up emotions packed into one move of the mouth. It seems to be one word Pinehurst has been petrified of, agreement. The acceptance to pay their due for a crime left uncertain. As you familiarize with your past acquaintances, can you be the one to change the direction of this long lasting feud?

↣ BEFORE YOU READ! ↢

the beginning of this chapter is a flashback! its occurring at the same time as erens discussion with zeke back in chapter 4. i will clarify when the flashback is over as eren will come back into the story, enjoy! @darthtsuki i told you i'd put them in:)

masterlist

To think a person who vouches for freedom is only imprisoned in their own loophole of satisfaction, behaving in a particular way because it brings them comfort and afraid to step further in fear of its resulting discontent. To be controlled throughout all your decisions makes one believe there's never a way out of what's already begun. Yet it isn't complicated to change course, to alter what you believed was impossible to "fix" or secure. It starts with a break from normality, a change in thought or voice.

One listening to their heart, simply saying "No"

or "Yes".

"How did you end up here? You know you aren't supposed to be here right?" Bertholdt cautions, shaking his hands in an attempt to make sense of your presence before him. Jean pays no attention to the male, turning over his shoulder and grumbling just above a whisper while walking back to your canoe. "It's not like we wanted to see your face again anyways."

"No one asked you to talk."

Your comment shuts him up, allowing you to explain this unusual situation to the tall male. As unfortunately stranded as you were, the night's breeze cut you slack, given you some time to speak without clattering your teeth to pieces. "Someone left the oars on our dock and we drifted out." You directed your head over to your six-foot lug of a partner, now squatting in the swampy water next to your half-missing ride. For what reason? You were too unsure to care. "We're sorry if we disturbed you."

"You could never be a bother to me." Bert chortles, gently fumbling with his hands to ruse his mind, to distract himself from staring into your eyes for too long. Though it didn't seem to do much else for the dusty pink brought out across his face. A few feet away you can hear Jean's overdramatic gags after suffering through the boy's comment, almost losing his balance from how awful Bertholdt's flirting has declined. In Jean's honesty, it never progressed.

"Don't you think romancing our staff is a bit childish? Why don't you help us get back instead, string bean." Jean interrupts nearing next to him, attempting to get the tall raven back on track and out of his sight for what he hoped would be forever.Bertholdt snaps his head, lazing his eyes. "I'd love to help y/n, you not so much."

"Are we seriously doing this? Why are we still holding grudges over something that happened years ago." You frustrate, placing a hand on each of their shoulders to separate their cunning glares. "I don't even remember you there Bert!"

"Oh I was there, and I stood by my best friend."

How could he not. They weren’t in the wrong for protecting himself against a smaller, practically demonized child. For Bertholdt to support his friend was only out of the loyalty he held so potently for his friend. But with every year it was becoming uncertain whether the blond's actions were specifically self-defense or the actual complication to this problem.

"It would've been a much simpler day if Eren hadn't been so stuck up in his own head, claiming himself as the victor." Bertholdt refocuses, conjuring what left he remembered the night of poor Marcel's death. I'm sure he still gets in his own mind about shit like that."

Jean makes his way back over to where you stand, readjusting his sweatshirt over your shoulders as a method of releasing out his frustration before compromising "Listen, I get Eren can be hot-headed-

You and Bert both hold your gazes on the brunette, questioning him with a raised eyebrow from that unusually nice and untrue comment.

"Alright, so Eren's a dick." Jean admits.

"But It comes from stating what's on his mind, not out of denying the opinions of someone else. That I know for a fact, it's why we always clash."

"He doesn't intend to humiliate people because of what they think, he's only too embarrassed to let go of his own thoughts." You add in, shoving your hands deep into your pockets to provide some warmth while you support Jean's response. "For the boy who used to be so energetic and excited, why would he want to give up, like in an argument or fight? It would be like losing all over again."

"Losing what all over again?" The raven-haired boy repeats, and you're left standing with zipped lips, wishing you hadn't gone too far into your friend's history, a story you'd barely come to terms with hours before. "What I'm trying to say is that he's been through a lot, B. He regrets that night I'm sure of it, but he's completely innocent of... manslaughter." Pronouncing that final word off your tongue sent shivers throughout your body, a much more lingering sting than July's evening breeze on your skin.

"Is he?" Bertholdt raises his arm, making you startle a few inches back. "How could he be so innocent for causing the fire while I was tending to an open gash your friend gave mine?"

"Causing the fire?"

"He had a matchbox, a lighter for his cigs, or some piece of crap with him didn't he?"

Jean steps in again, desperately trying more than any other moment to free Eren's guilt still hanging around in thin air. A brother to Jean who'd leave everything to comfort him no matter where their relationship stood. He smiled at the raven-haired, more in understanding, a bit in pity, but mostly in triumph after half a decade of confusion and malicious accusations.

"Eren doesn't smoke."

Bertholdt's astounded by the brunette's statement, placing one foot behind himself to keep his balance from the gust of truth he'd just received. "Of course he does how else would the fire have started-"

But Jean held his ground, eerie grin shrinking to an intended smirk. "He never has, never will. If he wanted to he would've gotten a beat down from his old man." By the beginning of his last sentence, Jean had stepped so close he was spitting onto the face of Marceign's counselor. "Surely Mr. Jaeger's Doctorate degree would've gone to waste if he didn't check his kid's lungs more thoroughly."

There was a slight competition between you and Berthold, specifically for whose mouth gaped wider with every second Jean spoke, and nothing but the truth at that.

"That doesn't mean anything."

"It means Eren has never carried a matchbox, a lighter, anything of that sort. And since none of you claim to have anything capable of starting the fire it had to have been from natural causes." Bertholdt was left in such a state of uncertainty, his eyes flickered back between yours and Jean's faces looking for an explanation.

"What." Jean butts his head in front of Bert's. "Do you think fighting against wood, inside an all-wooden church, wouldn't lead to some sort of flaming chaos?" All three of you leave yourselves contemplating on everything you've ever thought about the matter. Bertholdt, siding with his camp, had accused wrong all this time. Jean could finally prove to you he wasn't a dumbass for his spectacular found evidence, and not only had you confirmed another witness in possible future trials, you finally answered whether the boy you're heart had beaten for was still as simple-minded as he'd always been, not guilty of the crimes he was committed to. His existence really was worth it for your heart to beat a little more.

With one final gulp, Bert began to mumble. "So-"

"We can prove he wasn't involved with Marcel's death?" You face Jean, more of a curious look in your eyes after his statement. Jean looks to you with a growing smile of sincerity, proud beyond compare to say the words:

"Yes."

Because Eren didn't kill him.

"Then I must apologize for how I've acted." Bertholdt restarts, helping the brunette reposition your canoe back into the water. He remembers how you ended up here, grabbing a spare oar from behind your shivering body. Propping one leg to steady the boat he reaches out a hand for you to hold, swiftly guiding his other to your lower back. For support, of course.

"Glad you've finally understood our side of the story string bean," Jean thanks, noticing the linger of a touch Bert leaves against your side.

Bertholdt continues where he left off, jumping back at his suspicious actions. "-As I should have a long time ago, I'll be sure to talk this over with Reiner."

"Reiner?" you question, a hint of fatigue coming over your croaky voice. Both boys turn their gazes to you, the brunettes more in worry of you and your tired state.

"You must have been unconscious for most of the night huh." Jean chuckles, placing his calloused hand atop your head. You cower from his gesture, very forgetful of this “Reiner” being discussed. "I can't exactly remember who he is?"

"Ah, no worries" The raven-haired speaks, in a troubled tone. "I'm sure you'll meet again." And with that he pushes you from the creaky dock, letting your eccentric thoughts guide your smooth sail to shore.

Faint screams become the first sound you hear approaching back to camp, one more feminine and raspier than the other, chanting your name like you'd made a victorious feat for finding your way home.

Gabi is the first to bombard you, giving no care to her newly purchased sneakers now soaking up the lake's water with each step closer to you. She splashes her hands from underneath the water to engulf you in her embrace. Guiding your canoe from the outside with Jean steering its front, you lose balance in the muddy waters as she swashes up to her waist and hugs you, so forced with her love it pushes you both off balance and under in muffled cackles.

Eren and Falco stand closest to the bank now, the older boy giving a distraught look to the blond who shakes his head, planting his hand onto his forehead for wisely knowing the outcome of Gabi's excitement. You reach the surface with short breaths and a rasp, eyeing the young girl's soaked figure to your right. Her laugh is so gigantic with that grin on her face, trying to gasp air all while tipping the side of your boat from her grip. "Where have you guys been?!"

"...Out."

"Well duh, it's a campsite that's the only place you can go. I mean why have you been gone for the whole afternoon!"

Jean peeks over the side, immaturely bringing his oar over the other side of the boat and playfully tapping it against your head. "Ah Y/n just wanted to spend some time with her best friend, ain't that right." You scoff at his answer, wrapping your hand around the blade of his paddle and giving it a tug, scaring him close enough where he could end up in your same situation underwater. "Jean got us lost, but everything turned out alright Gab."

"That's good" she smiles, "Those two were worrying like babies." She then pivots to view the boys on the sand, the little one waving his arms up and down ridiculously. He's hoping to grab your attention as he's struggled to all day, much like the elder boy who lazily sways his body back and forth while keeping you in view. His nails of one hand stick in the corner of his mouth, picking his nerves away. Gabi erupts a giggle from her chest, beginning to kick her legs and assist you back to shore.

You stand in your athletic shorts, camp shirt, a soggy sweatshirt that isn't even yours and waddle over to grab your shoes. Your eyes meet Eren's emeralds for a few seconds, the most enjoyable time spent of your day. He looks relieved, in a shocking way? His beaming smile grows towards you, almost too bright to be true if it weren't for that nervous wave keeping him wary of your situation. He was so stupidly... endearing.

Falco is much calmer in physical affection than Gabi but his words comfort you just as much when he books himself over to you.

"Y/nnn you scared me half to death, I thought you'd gotten hurt!" He cries, tears brimming his upper cheeks. He buries his head into your chest with intimacy, backing away immediately in "ew's" and hair shakes from the seawater now dampening his body. That would surely leave a stench as the minutes passed by. He still looked at you in worry, mouth gaping and closing on what to say next. Were you completely ok? Had you gotten hurt? Had someone hurt you?

You place your hands on his shoulders, and in getting his gaze to fall back on his counselor you console a gentle smile. "I'm right here Falco and I'm ok." His breathing calms but he remains in awareness, dashing in the direction of your cabin and lingering on the words "I'll bring you back my sweatshirtttt!"

Jean pulls the canoe closer to the water's end, revealing a rather nervous male in his peripheral vision. He grabs his agitated attention with "Hey dumbass, stop standing around and help me drag this thing in." and Eren jolts back to focus before hurrying to his aid.

"Where exactly did you guys end up?" Eren inquires, eyeing half of another oar set in the taller boy's hand. Jean's quick to cover it behind himself, going for the old 'unaware and no need to care' tactic to cover his rather interesting experience tonight. "It's nothing bro, there was a spare I found in the boat."

"With Camp Marceign's labeling on it?"

Jean pauses, startled at his friend's quick eyes. What he should say to avoid catastrophe hadn't been thought of, but he can't risk the truth in trade for relief. That would be the last thing to come out of Eren if the truth was shared. If sworn to secrecy was how it'd been promised, then sworn in secret was how it would stay, at least until the main components of the problem felt it needed to be addressed.

"I took Y/n out."

"You what?"

"I- shit" Jean curses, draping a finger over his mouth and hoping he would shut himself up. Instead, he continued to play on with his own nonsense of a story, one that would result in a pummeling by the brunette for sure.

"I... saw that she looked unhappy and took her out on a date. I found an empty lot with an oar and I uh... i- took it? Serves you right after the way you've treated her." Jean acted out too strongly during the last part, wishing it would play on like no biggie. He prayed Eren's rage wouldn't damage his ego too hard, much less his body. Yet what came from the boy was quite unexpected.

Eren let his frown sag a little deeper, fidgeting his lips to muster a response. It could still end up physical. Jean pondered, tensing his muscles in protection.

"I'm sorry man. Well as long as she's happy, right?"

Jean was astounded, left wide-eyed in confusion as Eren muttered those words, jogging over to your sticky, sandy self right after. Surely Eren knew how absurd that excuse had been, but he didn’t have the time to decipher between his discontent and apprehensiveness. He wanted to see you, and that overpowered his ability to respond correctly.

"Did he just give his consent to my made-up shit?" looking behind his shoulder, cringing at how stupidly the conversation had just ended. "What the fuck happened while we were gone?"

Eren keeps his head down as he walks to you, crossing his arms in more of a way to keep himself warm, not to seem aggressive or closed off. Both of you have gone too far into the deep end of hiding things, he didn't want to fall overboard and just share everything with you. Now that he's figured things out, or at least what exactly has been figured out, he's sure he wouldn't plummet into mania.

And that's because you're here, you'd be with him where he can fix his mistakes.

"Hey, are you alright? Is everything... good?" With each stutter Eren pushes his crossed arms further into his chest, collecting lost words in his throat. He wanted more to come out, his story, maybe feelings eventually, but checking in was a good checkpoint.

Shivering another smile, matching yours to him from a few minutes before you stay bent over to the side, gently ring out your hair. "I'm all good Ren, no worries."

He’s hesitant after the nickname, raising the corner of his lip into that charming little smirk like he used to give. It’s hard to resist staring longer, so much that you let a small share of your mind take control.

"You should do that more often." pausing right after the words slipped past you.

"Do what exactly?"

"You should start smiling again Eren, I know I haven't been in your life too much but I miss it." I miss you

He stands in awe of your honesty, you were being completely truthful to him and it was something he could sense so easily. He could see right through you, past the weariness or the dark circles present under your eyes. Your fatigued complexion would convince almost anyone you were simply being friendly out of your drowsiness, but he felt you spoke no lie to his face. Speaking of which, Eren was much closer than he believed to have been when he notices your chin tilted up to meet his eyes, and your eyes, are sparkling brighter than usual. Just like how they used to when you'd smile at him, when you'd spend all the time in the world with him you'd smile so bright. Your lips were always so plump and cute and shit it's like the universe forced your nipples to perk out every damn time he was around.

"Well," he clears his throat, "I'll keep that in mind. But I really wanted to apologize, I've treated you so terribly andyoudonthavetoforgiveme, but I was hoping we could start us over?

Something about "starting over" ticked you off because it appeared he wanted to forget your past so quickly. So many pieces of your childhood, good memories, and the bad had factored into where you stood now, here on this gritty coast of the lake in Jean’s soggy jacket, dirt marks smeared across your limbs, but it was a moment you wouldn’t trade. Here you finally felt yourself breathing normally after years of shortened gasps and nightlong weeps failing to get a hold of him. You’d gotten here together even when separated, and for him to make this decision so independently had baffled you. In no way did you believe forgetting your first bond was key to “starting over”.

You were willing to make amends with Eren nonetheless. You needed to regain all the time lost, to gain his trust, his love again. Hopefully, with time, you'd understand he wasn't intending to destroy your past but to create a prospect where you could leave the two of your troubles behind you. He was trying to clear his name, pay off his lawsuits and create the both of you a new future. One where he could show you what love he had left to give, and he had plenty of it if he grew the courage to do so. But in making this possibility he’d need to step up alone, take charge of the problems of his past that he created.

Because the last thing he'd ever want is to see you suffering over his growing burdens.

You on the other hand were sick and tired of his individualism. Maybe your features complemented it under the moon’s hazy glow, but it mentally grew exhausting hearing him face a decade of struggles in disputes and misunderstandings. He had no right to be so kind as to take the blame for a mistake he didn't make. To be blamed for something he'd never ever do. So “Yes, that sounds good.” you breathe a fake chuckle. That would ease the weight on his back just for the night, but in no way would he solve this fight, the incident, and the lawsuits alone like he planned. You were here for a reason, and he'd understand that when you’d stand by his side until the very end.

Eren gazes at his shoes, scrunching his nose to seek out a new conversation starter. He knew you’d ponder too long on his problems if he continued, but unknowingly to him you already had. You were keen at playing coy.

“God Y/n you must be freezing. How did I not think about that?” He worries, tugging your arm gently to link around his. You follow him down the mulch path to the cabin, huddling an inch closer with every few steps. In assuring Eren you were fine he had to go out of his way, tossing around his clothes so neatly arranged in his luggage to fetch you a sweatshirt. Sure it fits you more properly, and the unusually light scent of Maplewood had you resting at ease throughout the night. Eren even crouched down beside your bunk, gently scratching your head to whisper he'd gotten the water you asked for not even a minute before, you were sound asleep in the comfort of his scent. By morning though, you’d be explaining why you wore another man’s clothes to an upset Falco.

“I want you to tell me everything that happened to Eren yesterday.”

“Wha?”

Armin drowsily gazes up to you from his kneeling position, leftover crumbs on the mess hall floor now being swept adjacent to his hand instead of in the dustpan. Why you asked something so complex this early in the morning was questionable, but he’d place his curiosity aside.

You did feel a bit of guilt coming to him this early, the sun had barely peeked out from behind the mess of trees, but it was the only time your cabin wasn’t occupied with cleaning assignments for the day. Instead, your group had been selected to attend cooking duties, which involved venturing out to the local market and supplying food for the camp’s meals that particular week.

Armin supports his knees coming to a stand, staring at your peppy form with half-lidded eyes. “And you're asking me this question because…?”

“Oh don’t tell me you haven't noticed him acting strange since I got back.”

He rubs the side of his nose, sniffling in his allergies that only added to his apathetic tone. “So you have until noon before you leave for the market, but you come to ask me about this at the crack of dawn?” His morning stubbornness receives an upset glower from you, so in his favor, you grasp the dustpan from his hand and empty it into the trash can which saves him several overstraining steps.

“Eren and the campers are still asleep, it gives me the perfect time to figure out why he’s acting differently without me interfering.”

“But you're doing exactly that-”

You step behind him and guide his shoulders over to the closest wooden table, and the sweet, strained laugh you give while he takes a seat makes him eye you more suspiciously than before.

“I know you weren’t with us the day the church went down, but you were here with him yesterday while I was gone right?” You ask, and Armin nods at your eager expression.

“Then tell me everything.”

From the unexpected appearance of Eren’s unpitying and detached brother, demanding respect be paid in addition to the money owed from false claims, to just how deep he was now drowning in debts he never owed, Armin tells you all. He had always been Eren’s shoulder to lean on. Through all his faces of adversity, Armin supported him, staying by his friend’s side through the bitterness and seeing it out until the end. So as Eren closed the gap between his friendship in the last few years, the one Armin had fought so hard to keep together, what was he to do when the difficulty came from within?

Although the actions of Eren’s own family left you furious, and your jaw had practically clenched through his entire story, you extend your hand over to Armin out of sorrow, displaying a gentle smile to ease the stress he’d been suppressing.“You know he cares about you so much, Min.”

“If it makes him feel in control of his life for once, I'll allow him to do just about anything. Even if it shouldn’t involve me. “What I'm really nervous about is if you’ll try to fix this”. He looks at you with an entreating expression, making you truly come to terms with the plan you’ve created all in the sentence he had just spoken. You firmly place your hands atop the table, growing confidence as you rose to which Armin meets your height. “If I can’t prove that he’s innocent I’ll need to help him pay off the debt.” You offer him another broad smile, and he returns your gesture more tiredly.

“Do NOT tell him Armin, I can’t watch him struggle again to get me out of his way. I owe him this, do you promise?” He lifts his hands in front of his face, palms facing outward and as innocent as he could assure. “Yes, I promise!”

You reassure his agreement with a single nod and begin proceeding out the hall in the direction of your cabin. Just glimpsing the beginning of daylight you pause near the doorframe, turning back towards the sniffling blond.

“Do me a favor and take a Claritin, will you?”

“Yeah, Yeah.”

Avoiding the “rush hour” of the area, the market was still barely calmer than you had expected. Perhaps some people already made their daily trip or were planning to come later in the week, still the busy avenues crowded too far in front of your sight. Consisting of all foods and ingredients one could think upon, baskets of goods and gifts bordering the openings to tents or small shops, and fabrics displayed underneath colorful awnings that lined the isles of the pavement. For a small town, the marketplace was utterly the attraction.

What attracted you however was the huddle of children a few yards in front of you. From your field of vision, they were weaved between the crowded booths and appeared to be fooling around as always, battling each other out for who could reach a single fruit held in the air by their much taller counselor. He stood relaxed, keeping his other hand in his pocket, and didn't even have to extend his arm fully to view each kid bumping into each other after every attempt to grab the item.

And he was smiling, just like how you told him to.

Once reaching them you spoke how you’d be just around the corner, eyeing Eren a second longer to remind him of the “what to buy” list currently crumpled in his pocket. He looks to you and lowers his arm, distracted enough to allow Gabi to steal the orange from his grip. “Too slow for me! What an idiot!” She hollers, the two of you change your stares at the girl smirking a defiant sneer. The passive look on Eren’s face already told you he was done with her antics for the day and he accepts his victory by setting his hand on her head and covertly shoving her towards the stack of baskets next to them. You're stunned by how freely he does the motion, on one of the camp’s own adolescents, enough where it erupts a giggle from your throat while the bratty girl picks up a basket she knocked over, poking her tongue out at him in a mean response. Surely any one of you would have done that move on her sometime in the day. She hands you the basket anyways, accepting her defeat when she begins looking around for an item Kaya proposed she go find.

Eren refocuses on you, naturally peering his eyes from time to time over the strands of hair you braided that morning. “Don’t take too long, k?”

“I only need to find a few things over there. ‘You gonna miss me too much?” registering the hint of flirtiness in your last sentence you step away, replacing your coy smile with an anxious grin. Now you anticipate for the conversation to move on more awkwardly, he’s still being secure with his outwardness how stupid could you be? But he’s quick to laugh away any signs of unease, including your purposeful teasing...was that meant to be intentional? Did he think it was intentional? Casually picking up another basket from the pile, he responds informally. “No, because I can't handle all these kids at once.”

Seeing as he‘s become more comfortable around your presence, you exhale and wave a quick goodbye. He pauses to watch you twist through the mobs of customers, and just until you're out of his sight does he carry on with the campers.

Fuck he sounded so uncomfortable, why would you even jump so far to that level of conversation? You shuffled through the crowds, contemplating why in your damn mind you felt the urge to make a remark so strong, so strange to him. It was likely he felt restricted by what you said and saw no other option but to laugh it off, maybe the physicality of the crowds had gotten to him too. You lifted your chin, squinting over groups of customers who gathered by merchant's tables. It made sense how claustrophobic Eren could have been, you continue to overthink, snaking your way around people but only making it a few feet forward. You already shared the load of fruit between you and Falco’s basket, even though it was nearly overflowing you had more food to find. There was no turning back to ask for help, you'd only be a burden. Also, was your basket feeling lighter? How odd, you could have sworn when you weren't so dizzy it was full and-

“Excuse me, miss?”

A low voice interrupts your absent mind along with a firm hand placed on your shoulder. He brings your attention back to reality, keeping his hand on your shoulder to stay stable as you turn around. In his other hand he offers you an orange, the one from your own basket that must have fallen out. It’s surprisingly in good shape, similar to the man you now meet face to face. “You dropped this about a minute ago, and now that I see you… You look a little lightheaded. Is everything alright?” he broods, but you wave his worry off with your free hand. “I’m just deep in thought that's all. Thank you for your concern.”

It’s now you fully take in his appearance. Hovering over your height as always, the man dolefully stares down at you despite the faint glimmer he gives, although he always seemed to look upset with those creasing lines between his brows. His hair is fair and unkempt, blond tufts splaying over his undercut and just sprouting from his face in the style of a goatee. The only drastic change seems to be his figure, which is much more toned and brawny than before. One thing that would never alter though were his eyes, who else held a radiant hazel such as his? It'd help you recognize him anywhere.

“Reiner?”

He smiles, placing the orange you've yet to take out of his hand into your basket. Then he lifts a finger to your face, adjusting a stray wisp and ultimately tracing it behind your ear. “It’s great to see you again Y/n”.

You’re at a loss for words, resembling an astounded child. How could you forget him, besides you and Armin he stayed by Eren’s side almost all of the time, and his charm was always unmatchable. He uses the same hand that stroked your hair to gently wave you out of your daze, chuckling at the way you blinked again into focus. “What are you doing here? I’d love to catch up if you have the time.”

“I’m... visiting with my family. I wanted to take some time off before I head back to school.”

“I totally get that, hope you enjoy it here. I'm actually helping a few family-friends of mine for a few weeks,” he reveals “School can be pretty pricey.”

“Counseling helps you find your way out of that?” Being so genuinely curious in the conversatio, you least expect Reiner to answer bewilderedly. “Yea, actually. How’d you know?”

“Just a hunch… From all those years ago,” you respond all smiley.

“Right…” He hums, dimming his smile. He doesn't mention anything else, nor does he call you out for your lie, so you’ve come to understand Bertholdt hadn’t mentioned you to him at all. It had been days since you re-met the tall boy across the lake, why was he trying to keep your interaction a secret? Reiner keeps his head hung low, frowning down towards his sneakers. Not bearing to keep his mood this way you make an effort to change the conversation.

“SO Reiner, Tell me about this connection between school and camp? You can see the spark in his eyes relight, lifting his mood once again. He tilts his head and nudges it forward, gesturing you to accompany his stroll through the market.

“The camp I used to go to, Camp Marceign? We’re holding this huge internship for new and returning counselors. Everyone who participates will help rebuild what we’ve lost and assist with daily activities. If you stay through the entire program you’re given earnings in scholarship money, charity donations, or with a valid reason to be used freely.” Not too many are participating this year so the rewards will definitely be worth it.” He laughs contently.

...to be used freely.

You’re amazed by his camp’s progression since its spiral downwards almost a decade ago, and felt so glad he was able to carry himself so well after the incident. Hearing so made you grow an excited expression, one he truly missed seeing on you. As wonderful as it sounded, your throat clenched, it felt strained, something about this didn’t feel right.You couldn’t help but wonder “Marceign is holding an event that large? That sounds great! Where is this money being funded from?”

“We’ve actually gained this money ourselves over the last few years. After a few trials years ago we felt it was in our thanks of the community to give it out, for staying on our side you know?”

And there it was, the side your intuition knew he stood by so profoundly. The side that accused an innocent child of Pinehurst for murder and negligent destruction of property. People took his money, your camp’s money, and were now funding it for these scholarships out of pity, a return of mercy that never belonged to them in the first place. With a sharp huff, you show small interest in the program. Reiner was frantically excited to answer your questions, hoping this would be his chance to rekindle the friendship you once shared.

“I would- we would love to see you again, you’d be a big help in repolishing our acres and you deserve this kind of reward. The program starts by the end of next week and wraps up before the end of camp.” He cups his large hands over yours, keeping you entranced with his soft eyes and big heart.

“Y/n please, will you do it?”

This would be your only opportunity. Become a Marceign counselor for two weeks, collect the internship earnings and pay Eren’s debt off to his brother. You could clear his name at least, and the money you had left could be brought back to Pinehurst, the money that was theirs all along.

This would all work out. You’d leave your friends, seem to betray your second home... and leave the child you’d been responsible for taking care of all for the sake of the camp… It wasn’t a good choice at all. Time was closing in on what options you had left to save him, to save your camp from bankruptcy.

It’s only a few minutes later when Eren turns the same corner, eyeing you standing alone. You casually tip the cashier for the ingredient you had bought, making his smile widen and he ushers through the people to friendly link his arm around yours.

“Miss me?”

You’re startled by the sudden action, believing some thief had come to steal your items. Luckily his comforting arm and emerald glance let you relax. You nodded that you did, and with honesty, watching his brows furrow earnestly, emitting a very different reaction than his reddening cheeks. He began guiding you back in the direction of the campers, letting you match his pace with a slight jog. Yes he left the kids by themselves for one minute, and it would result in a mess of products scattered across the ground, but he felt in control again, he was happy.

To think he was the person who vouched for freedom, only to be imprisoned in his own loophole of satisfaction. Behaving a particular way because it brought him his only way of comfort and afraid to step further in fear of its resulting discontent. To be controlled throughout all his decisions until now made him believe there'd never be a way out of what's already begun. Yet it wasn’t so complicated to change course, to alter what he believed was impossible to "fix" or secure. It only needed to start with a break from normality, a change in thought or voice, letting himself gain the independence he needed to succeed.

Eren’s begged too many people for chances he never received, and now he felt his pleading could conclude. However, unknowingly to him it was your choice that would be the break from normality, the corrupted future he was destined to live would fall into your hands. He didn't ask for your involvement, he hated to see you suffer more than anyone or anything, but even when Eren told you no

You told Reiner yes.

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chapter 1:

chapter 2:

chapter 3:

chapter 4:

chapter 5:

so here’s how pinehurst is going😃🔫

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i’m halfway through chapter 4 of pinehurst AND the soft armin hc’s I JUST GOTTA FIND THE MOTIVATION TO FINISH EM

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guys

I THINK I FINISHED CHAPTER FOUR

😫😫

u have no idea how happy i am rn

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i need to go to harvard for this next chapter i’m confusing myself

what in the law school did i get myself into😅