#if you don’t move that logo rn-

[anna-scribbles]

h-how do you ever finish any of your work? genuine question because you seem to be productive despite your agreste syndrome and I need to learn your ways. but also how do you ever finish any of your work

unclear. last night i stayed up and finished a report worth 25% of my grade at about 5am, arrived on time for my 9am lecture, and spent about half of it zoned out while thinking about seventeen year old emilie agreste. and i was one of the most active participants in the class discussion

[works-of-fanfiction]

Toothbrush || Lando Norris x Reader

Summary: It’s still early days for Lando and the reader, but he’s ready to start seeing more of her.

Song: Toothbrush by DNCE.

Warnings: None, just a wholesome read.

Word Count: 2.3k

a/n: every time I listen to this song, I imagine little fanfic scenarios in my head, so I finally wrote one! I’m a George girl at heart, but I think I’m in my Lando era rn. short but sweet - hope you like it!

With Lando’s arm strewn across your chest and his soft snores in your ear, you didn’t dare to move. Streams of sunlight bled into the room through the gap in the curtains, illuminating his tanned shoulders that poked out of the covers. Pins and needles prickled at your feet as you fought desperately not to leave the bed. He looked so comfortable and he deserved the extra rest after all the busy weekdays preparing for the new season.

You turned your head to catch a full glimpse of his face, his mouth hanging slightly open and eyelids twitching involuntarily. You often wondered what he dreamt about, as you did with anyone who fell asleep in your company. Dreams fascinated you; the weirder the better. Your workdays often started with your colleagues all sharing their wild and wonderful dreams from the night before, with the odd nightmare sprinkled in. If only you had a pound for every time your manager dreamt of losing his teeth…

Your bladder deceived you, the pressure growing the more you tried to ignore it. Sighing, you pushed the covers off your body, careful not to disturb the half that covered the sleeping driver beside you. You shuffled to the right, fingertips gently lowering Lando’s hand onto the pillow, hoping he didn’t stir. The fresh morning air whipped around your bare frame, and you resorted to hugging yourself as you tiptoed into the ensuite.

You moved with caution, tearing the toilet paper slowly and studying the squares as they ripped apart bit by bit. As much as you hated not flushing, you didn’t want to startle the poor guy, so you opted for closing the lid. That too was done carefully, not letting the wooden pieces make a single sound as they touched. You washed your hands quickly, scrubbing them dry on a towel, a comically bright orange towel with the McLaren logo plastered all over it. You’d laughed at it the first time you stayed over, Lando cursing himself for not hiding it before you arrived. You’d wondered where else random pieces of McLaren merchandise were going to pop up. Tea towels? Bed sheets? Branded cereal, perhaps?

On your way back to the bed, you scooped up Lando’s t-shirt from the night before, slipping it on and appreciating the fabric against your skin. It didn’t make a huge difference, but at least it covered the goosebumps scattered across your cold chest. Catching your reflection in the mirror, you combed your fingers through your hair, pushing loose strands out of your eyes. Hearing a rustling in the covers, you turned to see Lando stretching his arms above his head, his eyes still squeezed shut to avoid the morning light.

“Mm… Come back to bed.” He mumbled, propping his hands behind his head like he was laid on a sun lounger. You sat on the bed beside him, resting on your right hip and tucking your legs in to lift your feet off the ground. Feeling the mattress dip, a lazy smile spread across his face as he prized his eyes open halfway. “There you are.” You laid a hand on his chest, smiling down at him before his eyes fluttered closed once again. “Beautiful.”

You exhaled, amused by his compliment. “You can’t even see me.”

“I don’t need to.”

He could be cheesy sometimes, but part of you loved it. You’d always enjoyed making fun of your friends in their honeymoon phases, mimicking their partners and overusing their new nicknames. You’d waited a long time for it to be your turn, so you planned on soaking up every pet name, pick-up line, and spooning session until they grew tired of hearing about it. God knows you’d heard more than your fair share of romantic tales.

All you wanted to do was lie back down beside him and burrow your head beneath his arm, but the grease in your hair and mascara stuck in your tear ducts begged you to go home and shower.

Being in the early stages meant that overstaying your welcome was still a possibility. You had yet to lie in past 10am with Lando, and were always dressed and out of the door before he’d even shed the covers. You’d made a promise to yourself at the start that you wouldn’t let yourself get too attached or seem clingy. Whirlwind relationships always sounded good until they weren’t, and you’d experienced them one too many times to allow it to happen again. Besides, Lando never seemed to argue when you slipped out of bed and left before breakfast. To him, it seemed like you just enjoyed your own space. For the past eight Sundays, you’d detangled yourself from his grasp, thrown on your clothes from the night before and left him with a simple kiss on the cheek, all before he’d even managed to open his eyes properly. Most of those mornings he’d rolled over to your side of the bed, inhaling the traces of your perfume and replaying the events of the evening over and over in his head. One day he’d tell you to stay; he’d hide your keys if it meant he could spend a few more hours in bed with you... What did you like for breakfast? If he ordered pancakes, would you stay and split a plate with him? Was it brown or tomato sauce you had with your bacon?

Lando felt you fidgeting on the bed and rolled over to grab your arm. You looked down in surprise, turning your wrist to take his hand in yours. “What’s wrong?” You asked, his fingers soft and featherlike against your palm, following the lines from left to right.

“What time is it?”

“Um…” You leaned over, checking your phone on the bedside table. “It’s almost 9.30.”

He groaned, slumping forward to rest his head against your arm. You laughed, moving so his head fell into your lap and your hand settled in the top of his hair. Catching a curl around your finger, you studied the tones in his hair and how they each caught the sunlight. Sitting there quiet and content with him made you a little sad, as you didn’t want to leave. Part of you longed for Sundays spent together, movies on the sofa with last night’s leftovers heating up in the microwave. You knew it was a fool’s dream considering he ended up in a new country every weekend. You cursed yourself for following your silly little rule and not taking advantage of the time you did have. In less than a month, he’d be calling you from hotels in the middle of who knows where with bad reception and voices urging him to hurry up and get back to work.

Sighing, you tapped Lando’s shoulder, whispering for him to sit up. “I should get going.” You said hesitantly, forcing yourself to stand.

“Stay. Just a little longer.” He gazed at you with puppy dog eyes, his hair unruly on his forehead and cheeks lined with crease marks from his pillows.

“Look at me, Lando.” You scoffed, waving your hands in front of your face. “I am in serious need of a shower.”

“I have a shower.” He stated obviously, his eyes finally widening to their normal state as he propped himself up against the headboard. “Towels are in the cupboard on the third shelf.”

“I… Lando – “

“Y/N.” He tilted his head, looking at you with raised brows. “You’re allowed to stay and take a shower.”

His words were laced with so much more than what he was saying. He wanted you in his shower, stepping out to wrap yourself in one of his towels with your damp hair leaving droplets on the countertop. He wanted your footprints on the bathmat – hell, he’d even put up with your hair clogging the drains if it meant there were traces of you in his home. He wanted more than just the ghost of you at his kitchen counter or out on the patio.

He kept his eyes on you, watching as you stood up and approached the cupboard, choosing a fluffy blue towel from the shelf. He rolled out of the bed, following you to the bathroom and flicking the extractor fan on above your heads. “Alright. You’ve got the rainfall shower which you turn on by twisting this towards you.” He instructed, trying to hide the smile that was creeping its way onto his face. It was crazy how long he’d waited to show you something so simple.

He turned the rainfall shower on, letting the water heat up for you. “The detachable showerhead is the same, just turn it in the other direction towards the wall.”

He stepped to the side, letting you slip past him. You stood shyly, his shirt still hanging off your body. “Well, I’m not going to shower with you watching!” You laughed, folding your arms and waiting for him to leave.

“Why? It’s nothing I haven’t already seen.” He smirked, mirroring your stance. Your cheeks flushed red at his words, visions of last night swimming around your mind. You needed him to leave the bathroom before you dragged him under the water with you.

He turned to leave, mindlessly adjusting the hand towels on the rack. “I’ll leave some clothes on the bed for you. There’s a spare toothbrush in the cabinet too.”

“Are you saying I have smelly breath?” You gasped, watching as he turned back to face you with the same cheeky grin on his face.

“Oh yes. That is exactly what I’m saying.”

Pulling the shirt over your head, you screwed it into a ball and threw it at him, hitting him square in the face and blocking his view. You turned to face the shower, leaving him with a foggy view of your backside through the textured glass. “Not fair!” He shouted over the running water as you dunked your messy hair beneath the stream.

“Get out, you pervert!”

He left the bathroom laughing to himself, closing the door behind him. He rushed to tidy the room a little, making sure to leave the clothes he promised on the bed. He took the liberty of putting your clothes in the wash with his, hoping you’d be okay with it.

When you surfaced from the bathroom with the towel tucked around your body and a beaming smile on your face, he swore he could feel his heart thumping against his ribcage. “Better?” He asked, sliding the pile of clothes your way.

“Much. Thank you.” You took the clothes, Lando turning away to give you some privacy whilst you changed. “Where should I put the towel?” You asked, giving him the all-clear to look at you.

“Just throw it in the hamper. I’ll sort it later.”

“Oh, I didn’t know where to put the toothbrush so it’s just in the pot beside yours.”

He smiled, looking at you but not saying a word. “What?” You asked, glancing down at yourself then back to him. “What’s wrong?”

Patting the space next to him on the bed, you sat down, pulling your wet hair over one shoulder. “I was thinking…” He started, reaching to grab your hand. Running his fingers over your knuckles, he studied the curiosity on your face as he rehearsed the words in his head. “Why don’t you leave the toothbrush in the pot?”

You didn’t catch on at first, but his words soon made sense as he shuffled closer to you, his thigh pressed against yours. Your face ached from smiling, Lando’s expression perfectly reflecting yours. “It’s convenient, you know?” He played it cool, earning him a playful slap on the chest.

“Yeah, sure! Convenience.” You mocked, leaning into him as he wrapped an arm around you, pressing a soft kiss to your temple.

“By the way…” He spoke into your ear, his lips brushing against the lobe, tickling you. “I put your clothes in the wash, so you won’t be leaving anytime soon.” He drew back to look at you, surprised to see you still smiling.

“Good job I wasn’t planning on it anyway.” Throwing a leg over his, you straddled his lap and rested your arms around his neck.  He leaned forward, catching your lips with his and kissing you gently. Wet droplets from your hair fell onto his bare shoulder, making him shiver and laugh into the kiss. Pulling away, you swiped the water away with your hand, sliding off his lap and linking your fingers with his. He stood, grabbing the nearest hoodie hanging on the bed post and throwing it over his shoulder as he led you out of the bedroom and towards the stairs.

“So… breakfast?” His voice was muffled as he squeezed the hoodie over his head, stepping cautiously so he didn’t tumble down the stairs.

“Sounds good. What are you in the mood for?”

“I’m easy. I’ll have anything.” He opened the fridge and grabbed a carton of orange juice, turning to find you resting your elbows on the kitchen island. Something about you in his house, in his clothes, made his stomach do somersaults. It quickly became his favourite sight.

Pouring two glasses of juice, he slid one over to you, taking a seat on one of the stools. “How did you sleep by the way?” He asked, sipping his drink and snuggling up to you to rest his chin on your shoulder.

“Pretty good. You?”

“The same… But I did have this really weird dream.”

Your ears perked up at his words and you turned to look at him eagerly. “Tell me all about it.”

[tenjikyu]

𝘪 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘯' 𝘺𝘰𝘶 - 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴

౨ৎ ⋆｡˚ bonten!mikey x male!rockstar!reader , reader plays guitar in a band , reader dresses more grunge as that’s the bands theme , think nana osaki from nana bc she’s the inspo for the fic , very lighthearted, tryna let poor bonten!mikey catch a break , slight sexual references but nothing actually happens , bonten is a lil ooc bc they all act like family but it’s okay bc it’s bonten.

౨ৎ ⋆｡˚ SLIGHT SPOILERS FOR BONTEN ARC, NOT REALLY BUT WARNING JUST IN CASE. (honestly it’s not spoilers at all bc it’s pretty fanon in comparison to the canon bonten timeline.)

“cmon mikey, get outta the apartment for once in your life that isn’t to go to headquarters!” rindou pouts at his boss.

manjiro really didn’t know what he expected when he decided all the executives should move into a massive penthouse together. sure it was good for his health to be around others and not coop himself up in agony, but he didn’t exactly like the idea of being dragged out whenever his lackeys felt like it.

“not intrested, leave me alone.” manjiro says, attempting to make his way to his bedroom. to go see a band he rarely listened to? who goes to a concert when you don’t give a shit about them to begin with?

sure he’s heard all about the gorgous female lead singer and the hot as fuck guitarist. (Y/N), right? manjiro couldn’t remember nor did he really care to.

“but i bought us all front row tickets to see Black Rose so we could witness how hot Hiroko Asato issss” ran attempted to persuade the stubborn bonten leader.

it wasn’t working.

“i’m looking forward to seeing her outfits up close. from what i’ve heard, she wears pure designer.” kokonoi adds onto the conversation.

“cmon mikey, it’s only one night. if you hate it that much i can drive you back to the penthouse.” kakucho, ever the resolver, bargains with the pouting leader.

“…” manjiro stays silent. ‘it’s just one night i guess, plus it means that i’d have them off my ass for at least a month’ he reasons with himself.

“alright, let’s get going then.” he says, the rest of the executives silently fist bumping the air rn.

the wait to get into the stadium was a bitch, however with a little bit of force, the bonten executives managed to get inside ahead of time.

koko ordered the drinks, kakucho and mochi reserved the spots and the haitani brothers were chatting up some vip ladies in scandalous dresses. meanwhile mikey is . . .

umm . . .

wait.

“oh, hey! are you lost..?”

you do your best to keep cool with the fact that the leader of the biggest mafia syndicate in japan was in your personal changing room.

“the show doesn’t start for another 2 hours, can i help you to your seat? i wouldn’t mind.” you offer, keeping careful of how you talk.

the hotshots of bonten’s identities had been long revealed to the public, however people were too afraid to really report their whereabouts to authorities. many stories of people who had revealed their location that day were swiftly eliminated, even before the news of their position were made public.

and so, knowing that the tatoo on this rather depressed looking man’s neck was a bad sign, you decided to just adhere to whatever he might need.

you were already dressed, the iconic vivienne westwood jewellery hanging from every inch of your body. each member of your band had a significant brand to them, so it wasn’t uncommon for you to be seen decked out in the iconic space themed jewellery. you had always loved the style, and it seemed the mafia boss was equally as intrigued in your designer pieces. you even had their logo imprinted onto your guitar.

“no, i’m okay.” manjiro only replied, his eyes not leaving the necklace that rested gently on your chest.

he didn’t really know why he snuck into the private quarters of the band. perhaps it was to escape his ever-so-annoying underlings?

or perhaps, a little part of him wanted to catch a glimpse of you.

apart from the obvious favourite of the band, the lead singer AS well as the only girl in the band, you were a favourite among listeners.

you had women and men alike screaming your name and begging for skin-on autographs. despite being a dude yourself, you had other guys begging you to sign their tailbone (which you had to politely decline).

manjiro understood why, as you were definitely easy on the eyes. your amazing sense of fashion and your toned body didn’t help.

“uhm.. are you feeling okay? you seem a bit dazed.” you question. in reality, the man was just dead on staring into your soul, scaring the living shit outta you.

“yes, i’m alright.” he finally responds.

.

. .

. . .

“here, take a seat.” you finally break the silence. why was he here? you didn’t think that a guy like him would have time to sit around some flashy concert. sure, you were a big band but let’s be real, shouldn’t he be at his headquarters shooting peoples heads in?

alas, you knew better then to question it.

and so, you order in some glasses of alcohol and begin chatting. you spoke about your career, how your band came to be and about dreams.

you aren’t entirely sure why you were discussing this sort of shit with a random mafia leader who could probably give less then a shit about you, however he seemed almost enamoured with your conversation.

you felt bad for talking his ear off, especially since you now only had about 45 minutes till showtime and you STILL hadn’t tuned your guitar, however he didn’t seem to care.

everytime you stopped talking, manjiro almost.. glared? at you? as if he was offended that you stopped talking.

unbeknownst to you, manjiro loved listening to you talk. the way you worded things and your voice overall was heavenly to his ears.

the piercings that decorated your skin were appealing to the man. the chain from your ear to you lips especially looked so… attractive to him.

“(Y/N) C’MON, WE’RE ON IN 10” you could hear toru, your drummer, scream out to you.

“SHIT! MY GUITAR” you freaked. HOW did you forget your guitar??

“i’ll come visit after the show.” manjiro says, exiting the room.

“oh, oka-“ before you had the chance to finish your sentence, he vanished.

well, now you couldn’t WAIT for the show to finish!

after the show had ended, you packed up the rest of your gear. your manager had popped in and taken your stage clothes back to the studio before bidding farewell.

as you sat around in a pair of baggy jeans and a t-shirt (inspo - don’t feel like you have to imagine this.) , you paitently waited for the white haired mafia boss to sneak back into your private room.

why were you even waiting? he was probably bullshitting you anyways. why would someone as busy as manjiro sano give a fuck about what you were doi-

“yo.” a cheeky grin graces his face, looking back at you.

note to self : doubt gets you nowhere!

“hey manjiro, enjoy the show?” you ask the man, automatically getting comfortable in his presence. you didn’t exactly know why you felt so relaxed around him, considering his rather infamous reputation, but you just did.

“yeah, you’re certainly the best in your band though. could go solo and still be famous if you wanted.” he replies, automatically heating your face up.

“cmon (Y/N), let’s get going already. i’m tired.” he winged to you in a childlike manner.

“okay.. WAIT—HUH?? where am i going?” you shriek, having no idea that he actually PLANNED to leave this place with you in tow.

“back to my place. duh. i don’t just talk to anybody for fun unless i plan to shoot them in the head an hour later.” he responds in a nonchalant voice.

this boy is gonna be the death of you, literally or figuratively? only time will tell.

regardless of how much you declined the offer, the man ends up dragging you out to the expensive limo that was owned by bonten. not only were you dragged into the car, you were squished in between the boss and 2nd in command of the syndicate, haruchiyo sanzu.

not that you were complaining, the pink haired dude was hot as fuck.

there were many things that occurred that night :

• at 1am, you arrived at their shared headquarters, completely baffled that they all lived together. you decided that you would NOT mention anything that might offend anyone in the room right now.

• at 2am, you were drinking alcohol more pricey then your stage guitar. you weren’t by any means on the poor side, but these men lived a new version of luxury.

• at 3am, you were playing pool with the haitani brothers and sanzu. you lost. miserably.

• at 4am, you were half naked and making out with manjiro sano on his own bed. you didn’t expect the high and mighty manjiro sano to be so submissive in the bedroom.

wait…

“HUH??” WHY WERE YOU IN MANJIRO SANO’S BEDROOM?? WHY WERE YOU IN NOTHING BUT BOXERS?? WHY DID MANJIRO SANO HAVE BITE MARKS ALONG HIS NECK??

“relax dummy, nothing went beyond tongue action.” a mop of platinum hair grumbles beneath the duvet covers.

thank fuck.

‘wait. what time is it?’ you ponder, taking a look at the clock next to the bed. 3:45pm. just how much did you drink to wake up this late?

before you had anymore time to think about it, you feel a thin but strong arm yank you back under the covers,

and come face to face with a pouty mafia leader.

as if on instinct, you pull his head gently into your chest, cradling his head like he’s a porcelain doll. his arms wrap around you as he nuzzled into your body closer, seeking your warmth and comfort.

it doesn’t quite dawn on you that your cuddling a man you literally met yesterday. not because you’re naive or dense, but because it just felt right to be in each others arms.

it’s not until mochi wakes the both of you up for dinner that you reopen your eyes, realising you hadn’t moved since you got dragged down.

it’s an all out war getting manjiro to leave his bed, but when you’re swiftly abducted by the haitani brothers, he’s up and ready, chasing the idiots around claiming they ‘stole his baby.”

well, that’s one way to get a boyfriend!

[user4207292926282]

growth spurt

summary: teenage boy vs boobs

mike wheeler x fem!reader

part 2

mike, lucas, dustin, and the rest of the hellfire gang sat in mike’s basement the dnd game all set up and ready, waiting for you to arrive. they had made some sort of something up for your character so you could join back at anytime. something about freezing ur brain? it was very confusing and you gave up about halfway thru eddie trying to explain it. mike was seated next to eddie, deep in conversation about what they think you look like now.

‘bro she probably looks the exact same.’

‘there is no way kid. a girl like her goes to a summer camp? she’s gonna be a whole new woman when she comes back.’ eddie stares knowingly at mike, leaned back and legs spread.

‘she won’t be that different. i mean her hair will be a little longer, but in the four years i’ve known y/n she has not changed one bit.’ mike replied, knowing you literally have been wearing the same graphic t-shirts since the 6th grade.

‘cmon mike-’ eddie’s rebuttal was interrupted by loud shuffling upstairs and a loud door slam. all the conversation stopped as the party listened to you talk to mrs. wheeler and try to escape her attempts at small talk. finally after a few minutes of a painful interrogation from mike’s mom you made it to the basement. you crept down the stairs, slightly concerned at the lack of conversation. but then you finally made it to the bottom of the stairs. and boy was mike wrong.

the hellfire shirt you got at the start of summer barely fit you now, your bust stretching the logo quite a bit, you had also cut the shirt to show just a sliver of your abdomen,and the shorts you wore did nothing to conceal your long legs. but the part that really got mike was your hair, what had once gone past your hips, was now just below your ears, with bangs. mike had never seen you with bangs. mike just stared as he felt cupid’s arrow shoot him straight thru the heart.

he didn’t know how long he’d been staring until he felt eddie’s hand clap on his back and push him towards you. he stumbled forward and ran into a hug with you. he felt your hands tense in shock, but then slide around his waist and pull hum farther into you. he immediately followed your action and pulled your head just under his. pulling away, he looked into your eyes, scared if he stayed there any longer he’d never be able to let go. his hands fell to your upper arms as he stared.

‘what?’ you asked. confused as to why he was glaring as you so intensely.

‘ you cut your hair.’ he mumbled quietly under his breath. his hand reaching out and softly touching the peice closest to your face.

‘yeah. yeah i did.’ you said as you laughed. turning out of his grasp to walk to greet everyone else and finally catch up. but all mike could think about was how you hair moved as you talked. and your bare thigh kept brushing against his. and how it felt when you would giggle when he said something funny. but his favorite was how good it felt to have you in his arms.

you were the last to leave, pecking him on the cheek before running out to get your bike from his yard and start the journey home.

he quickly ran up to his room, careful to hide his hard-on from his mother cooking in the kitchen. he couldn’t even handle seeing you for four hours today, how is he gonna handle seeing you every single day at school?

a/n it’s literally 1am. i read this over once. i don’t love it. but i have 2 start somewhere ig. pls lemme know if u see any spelling mistakes (or just writing mistakes in general), even tho i will not fix them. this is my first fanfic. hope u like it baes. feel free to send in a request. i have 0 ideas rn. happy reading.

LEMME KNOW IF U WANNA PART TWO :DDDDDD

part two coming ?soon?

[uramilf]

A/N: Hi everybody! Here’s the prologue of my first series fic called The Record Shop. I’m extremely excited to share this, enjoy the first part! Don’t worry, it’s gonna get more exciting in the first proper chapter. I hope you guys like the sound of our main character Penny (she is named this because every OC i come up with is given a name that I would defo name a baby in the future and penny is my top name rn) Ps. the gif below is exactly how I imagine Matty looking for the duration of this fic lol. I’m sorry but I love mullet Matty xox

The Record Shop —Prologue

Matty Healy au x OC

Warnings: No smut in this part but this fic will contain smut and angst!

*Penny’s POV*

I moved to Manchester from London in June, ready to move on from my shit relationships, my shit job, and my shit family. I had managed to find a new job in a hairdressing salon, hopefully with staff nicer than the last one I worked at. It certainly seemed that way, and the higher pay was a thrilling bonus. My new flat was small but cosy, and I planned on making it beautiful. It was already packed with all the things I loved; scented candles and fairy lights and pretty cushions. I had stuck a few of my favourite bands’ posters on the walls and propped up my guitars in the corners. There were little potted plants on the windowsills and a couple of soft blankets draped over the sofa. My clothes were hanging on a rail in my new bedroom and my record player had been plugged into the wall beside my bed.

I looked around my new flat, thrilled with how much it felt like home already. That is, until my eyes fell on a pile of photos of me and my friends from back home. The pictures spanned over 5 years, from we were 16 and still in school, til now when we were 21. I had left school after my GCSEs (which were abysmal, so it’s a good thing I decided not to go to uni), did a short hairdressing course and got my first job as a proper hairdresser at 20. I worked in London for a year until my relationship broke down and I decided it was time for a fresh start, away from him and away from my family who were still upset that I didn’t complete my A-Levels and “make something of myself.” I felt a pang of loneliness while looking at the photos, realising I didn’t know anyone down here at all. I wasn’t yet friends with my new co-workers, I didn’t know my postman or the staff in the local shops, I didn’t know which nightclubs were good, not that I had anyone to go out with. I didn’t know my new doctor, or my new dentist, or where to get a nice cup of coffee. Everything that I knew about London was gone. But if starting over meant knowing nothing, I would just have to live with it.

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My first day at work was great - my co-workers were friendly and seemed like the type of girls you could really have a laugh with, the customers were chatty enough to keep me entertained throughout the day, and I felt for once like I was in control of my own life. As I walked out of the salon at 5pm clutching my handbag, all feeling of loneliness had dispersed; and I was elated.

A couple of streets away from my flat I walked past a little record shop with a neon pink “open” sign on the door. I could hear Fleetwood Mac playing from inside, which instantly got my attention. I decided to have a browse, maybe treat myself to a new record. Stepping inside, I had a quick look around. The walls were painted a calming cream colour and were lined with band posters and shelves of CDs and records, and I instantly spotted some of my favourites. There was no one at the cash register, but I assumed the staff had nipped out to the back as I could hear a couple of men laughing and chatting. I stepped into the 90s section the shop, flipping through the records in the middle. Just then I heard footsteps in the back corner of the store and looked up.

A boy about my age was standing there, wearing a black t-shirt with the store logo, a pair of black skinny jeans ripped at the knees and black boots. He was gorgeous; deep brown eyes and soft-looking brown hair that was shaved at the sides into a kind of mullet style (which usually I hated, but he made it work). One of his ears was pierced with a small hoop earring and his bare arms were covered in tattoos. He looked to be a good bit taller than me, and he was thin but the tattooed arms seemed quite muscular. The name tag on his top read “Matty”. He smiled a gorgeous smile at me and I felt my breath catch in my throat.

“Can I help you with anything darling?”

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A/N: thank you for reading! Soz for the very long note at the start but I wanted to get some things out there lol x

[rjam9]

fnaf movie teaser trailer is out so here are my initial thoughts i wrote when it first came out + my expanded thoughts now that i am not half asleep and running on adrenaline. (this note was also titled “FNAF TRAILER FUCK YEAH” in my notes, so that is the vibe im going for here)

initial thoughts:

- ooooh creepy vhs trailer love that for her

- it’s the. it’s the song tordear march i cant spell rn but it’s the thing it’s that thing i know

- Foxy plushie :]

- SHOWTIME BUTTON WOO

- OH MY GOD THEY LOOK SO GOOOD!!! YEAH!!!!!

- i hope we get the animatronics singing actual songs in this movie. even just one would be good. like in willys wonderland yknow. kinda

- ooh it’s abandoned?? i mean there was that theory for fnaf1 that the location was abandoned given the cobwebs and stuff, so i guess it’s not too far out of possibility

- THERES MIKE THERES THE GUY™️

- man the office and the cameras look EXACTLY like the game. they even got the poster!! fan!! the cup!! why am i so excited about a cup!!!

- Freddy be peaking

- is this lady supposed to be phone guy? i mean she is kinda introducing security guard to the job so maybe

- SPRINGLOCK SUIT??????!!!!

- ahh Foxy!!!

- the sister’s name is Abby right??

- idk how i feel about the red eyes but OH MY GOD FREDDY LOOKS SO COOL AHHH

- i kinda forgot Vanessa was in this movie my bad 🫣 the actor does kinda look like what i would picture an older Vanessa like in my head tho so cool!!

- (also is she also at the pizzeria?? what)

- THE KIDS!! THE MISSING KIDS OH MY GOODD

- they’re all there there’s five of them and they all looked themed so is Cassidy there?? Golden Freddy?? the one kid at the front is kinda wearing stripes like the Puppet but everyone else looks solid

- BUT THE KIDS THE KIDS ARE HERE FUCK YEAHHH

- IMMEDIATELY FOLLOWED WITH A SHOT OF WILLIAM HELLO??

- why he in an office. Fazbear office?? home office?? he looks kinda smary snarky here but i think they could not have picked a better actor he was great in Scream so yayy

- Michael is having force visions more at ten

- IS THIS PHONE GUY?? WHERE IS HE??

- huh endoskeleton stepping on a ball okay

- into the PIT i must ADMIT —

- Foxy my guy Foxy my boy love ya

- again with the red eyes don’t know how i feel we’ll see when im less tired and it’s not super late where i live and im about to pass out

- logo!! also song return yeah

- DAY BEFORE MY BDAY FUCK YEAH

- okay bedtime now im tired byyyye

expanded thoughts:

- LOVE the 80s vibe in the vhs, especially the uniform/outfit the employee is wearing. she has so many pins. i definitely feel like this movie is going to capture the feel of the games super well, even if the story doesn’t quite match up.

- plus, all the game references! the Foxy plushie, the showtime button, the toreador march (and all the things you can see when Mike walks into the abandoned pizzeria — the prize corner, posters, and ESPECIALLY the security office) is so cool to see. again, i definitely think i will love the vibe of this movie, and i hope they nail the creepy atmosphere that made the original game so classic. i do think that i will have a heart attack and die as soon as i see one of the animatronics move tho.

- on that note — man, they look so good! ofc they do since it was Jim Henson’s Creature Shop that made them all, but holy shit they look so so great. i can’t remember if they ever said if costumes would be used, but i do remember that they casted voice actors! i do still hope some of the og voice actors get a cameo or smth, maybe just as guests of the pizzeria or on a television ad.

- i still stand by my “i hope the animatroincs sing a song in the movie a la Willy’s Wonderland style”. it’s definitely going on my bingo sheet and it’s one of those things i’ve always wanted to see. also, i did identify the song playing in the beginning (“i hear the secrets that you keep …”) and it is “Talking In Your Sleep” by The Romantics. it came out in 1983 though which is kinda funny. but also, 80s soundtrack confirmed?

- again, i do have the feeling that this is the “official” training tape for security guards, and Phone Guy (or whoever the equivalent of him is, maybe the guard that gets murked at the end) will still be there on recordings. even if it’s not Scott (which i don’t particularly care if it is or not), i still hope they include at least a nod or reference to him, even if this vhs lady is taking over the brunt of exposition and whatnot.

- SO ONTO THE SAW TORTURE DEVICE. my first thought was that it was maybe a springlock suit, but since people have pointed out the original Phone Guy line of “stuffing people into suits was deadly bc they were full of metal and wires and sharp things especially around the face area”, i think this is just a regular suit that’s been weaponized or twisted in some way. on that note, i am split half and half between “Mike actually gets captured and stuffed inside” and “Mike is just having a nightmare about the animatronics”. to be fair to Mike, i think everybody has nightmares about their minimum wage jobs.

- okay, so unpopular opinion, but i actually don’t mind the red eyes upon further reflection! they look kinda goofy, but i think it fits the vibe of the movie overall, and also i am always down for the “eye colour indicates mental state” trope. so, i’m digging it.

- THE MISSING KIDS!! sorry, i’m so excited over them lol. looking closer at them, i do think it’s going Bonnie (blue/purple shirt with bunny ears) — Freddy (brown striped shirt) — Foxy (red shirt and one hand all wrapped up) — Golden Freddy (top hat) — Chica (yellow and white dress). i have a feeling that this movie will probably just stick with the core five for now, bc i think trying to introduce the Puppet into this will make it way more complicated than it needs to be. but i also think it’s interesting that they’re in a forest? Mike is obviously having a dream or vision of some kind, but why manifest in a forest and not like the pizzeria itself? interesting, interesting.

- and now we have William! as others have stated, i am very glad with the direction they took him in. i always dislike the designs that make William look super old/greasy/creepy, and on the flipside, that ones that make him look super charming and suave. this guy managed to lure and kill multiple kids and get away with it for decades, so i think he needs to have a very friendly, warm, almost grandpa-like vibe to him (with just a hint of “oh he’s a lil fucked up actually”). make him too obviously creepy and there was no way he would be getting away scot-free (ha) for so long, but make him too charming and he comes across as a shady business man which kids would not be willing to follow in a back room. so, perfect vibe. i will go into a bit more detail below about where he is/what he’s doing, but i think the office choice is very interesting.

- this shot of the security guard getting killed is definitely going to be a cold opening tho. i can feel it in my bones. it’s going to open with this shot (or close to open) before cutting to Mike. i know what it’s going to do i am calling it right now,

- i have also come to realize that is Foxy’s foot stomping the ball and not a random endo nobody look at me

- i made an into the pit joke but i do think it would be very very cool if they included a nod to the fans like playing a bit of the melody of a popular fansong on a radio/tv or something like that. not something that i an explicitly hoping for, but would be super neat to include.

- i am making all my friends come see this movie with me they cannot argue with me bc it is the day before my birthday and they cannot argue with the birthday boy

predictions:

so, i think there are two ways this movie can go;

1) Mike is not William’s son

this is where i think this movie is going, just based off this trailer alone. i think William is the current Fazbear Ent./pizzeria owner who hires Mike (explaining why he is in an office), and Mike has no idea what he is getting into other than that he is a security guard. based off that one leaked clip of Mike beating up a guy in a mall, i think he got fired from his previous job, and is taking this one as a last resource to support his sister. while working there, he begins to experience visions of the missing kids and works to uncover the secrets of the place. i also think that he gets captured by the animatroincs (or William) at some point, and his sister Abby arrives to come save him, explaining why there’s the shot of him in the saw torture trap, he comes into the pizzeria alone, and all shots of Abby so far she is alone and the animatronics are already aggressive.

flaws in this idea though? idk how Vanessa (and the currently unnamed female villain) fit into this. but otherwise i think it’s pretty solid. the second way i think this movie will go is …

2) Mike IS William’s son

i think this one is least likely, but knowing that Scott wrote this movie and that the original decided script was about Michael Afton, i do think it’s a possibility. basically, much like in the games, Mike is William’s son who vaguely knows of his dad’s shitty deeds, and is trying to escape his past until he has the opportunity to work as a security guard at an old restaurant. the saw trap scene and the missing kid visions are nightmares sparked by his past, possibly things he saw/knew about while living with his dad. in that case, William is currently missing (and the scene in his office is a flashback) and the “unnamed female villain” is the current Fazbear ceo/worker who hires Mike on.

flaws in this idea? Abby — unless she is also William’s daughter and is a stand-in for Elizabeth, i do not know how this could work. if Mike adopted her as his sister, i feel like they do not have time for that plotline. and, once again, i have no clue how Vanessa factors into all this.

(my best guess for Vanessa is that in both plots she knows of William’s crimes and is trying stop him/free the ghosts, but in the first plot she works with Mike since he is new and clueless and in the second one against him bc she believes he is still working with his father. but i’m not sold on either of those yet).

so, my best guess overall is number 1, but honestly i would be happy with either. i am just so excited for this movie and can’t help but write about it, as i usually do. whatever ends up happening better be fun, though. i do not want to be bored during this lmao.

[noodlearg]

Young Royals S2 Thoughts - Episode 1

While watching season 2 yesterday, I took notes on it so i could remember my exact thoughts I had while watching it for the first time.

In total, I took 27 and a half pages worth of notes.

I will transcribe them for you in parts. This is part 1.

episode 2:

⚠️Spoilers Ahead⚠️

THE EMPTY LOGO INTO RAINBOW

Simon singing>>>>>>

marcus stop staring like a creep

simme looks so confused

they went to kindergarten together??

KARAOKE NIGHT??

marcus making moves

simme stop smiling

ooh felice haircut

texting her bestie <3

periodt quit riding slay follow your dreams

wait so the three of them are sharing now?

MADDIE

aw shes moving out

RAINBOW ON THE BOARD

not the initiation i’m scared

the music is so good

is that what she’s gonna burn?

at least they’re not making her drink spit

not the creepy smile

OH THE WILMON REUNIONS GONNA HAPPEN AT THE PARTY

a condom in the pool?

she’s gonna commit arson slay

oh shit

not slay?

oh he’s getting a ride from marcus

malin 😡

wille felice friendship arc>>>>>>>>

marcus with glasses

not them calling sara weird 😭

shut the fuck up august

slay wille

THEM LOOKING AT EACH OTHER

the reunion

aw wille being nice offering the phone

“i got a haircut” STOP-

also the his are giving heartstopper

TWO GIRLS KISSING NEXT TO AUGUST SLAY

jealous wille

you saw him on grindr?

hold up

NILS???

did he just come out

slay ig

Hillerska song!! they sound so good. better than before. not that they don’t already sound good but. yknow.

nobody told him he’s giving a speech

why did vincent smile at him

oh wait everybody in the society did

wille silence your phone everybody can hear you

Rosh and Ayub see what’s going on

is he crying? poor baby.

wille is not toxic 😡

good advice though (for clarification, i wrote this before they started convincing him to rebound)

yasmina? so rosh is also canon now?

not them convincing him to rebound with marcus-

ALEX IS BACK

how thi

oh because money

my bestie :D

that hug tho

(alex rebound? /j. unless)

oh so wille revenge era is coming

they’re just friends though chill

slay they mentioned bisexuality

erik with an onlyfans girl?

yes simme get that opportunity

that smile!!!

so much dopamine

oh it’s the pencil scene now

wait no it isn’t is it? we’re they in their uniforms in that clip?

nvm it is

bestie the pencil cup is right there

wille chaotic evil

shameless and i love it

shut the fuck up august

the sly smile

walters smile is so cute

oh shit he can’t tell alex

but he has to

SHUT UP

actually die bitch

or a shot in the head

he’s having a panic attack?

i would feel bad but it’s august

sara slaying

how does she know how to do this? did she used to have panic attacks? what if simme taught her?

oh she’s about to have one rn

or is she

girl what are you doing

what was that i’m confused

oh this scene is gonna make me sob

not him trying not to smile

not the music from the dream

not him hanging up on the queen

marcus singing 💀

audibly gasped when they hugged

they kinda cute tho

shy simme

kinda reminds me of that scene from L*ve V*ctor

Alex and wille friendship then betrayal arc

jealous wille noooooooooo

wille prepared for murder

periodt it’s her fault

slay wille you tell them

that’s episode 1

why do i have 5 pages of notes?

[idealisticrealism]

TCL 2x05 recap

Okay yep I did not manage to tone this recap down from last week AT ALL. (In fact it got even longer... god help me lol). Also posting late because I spent all weekend defibrillating mannequins (and all week studying for said defibrillating)– but good news, all the mannequins survived, unlike me when I watched this ep lol

Man this cleaning montage honestly made me so emotional about Thony and Fi– for once they’re cleaning for no one but themselves! Also that shot of Thony walking through the building as it all changed around her? So cool. I also loved how they had the same music playing over both Thony and Arman’s respective activities, like it’s saying that their daily lives are momentarily a bit separate rn but they’re still connected regardless. But omg Arman in that tight black tshirt looking all pissed and THEN grabbing Robert’s neck??? Like god, that shot ~did things~ to me and I would be so down to see more of that– especially from a scene where he finds out about Thony being forced to strip off! C’mon writers, give the people (me) what they want (Arman going feral on Thony’s behalf)!!!

Tbh I’ve actually missed seeing La Habana? But oh man it’s not doing too well. Looks like Arman’s big plan from 1x10 to take down Hayak (or more honestly, his plan to protect Thony ughhhh) came with some serious consequences…. Anyway I love seeing Thony stride confidently into La Habana, especially because we can see a member of the cleaning staff (aka likely one of her old coworkers) in the same shot, showing the new direction Thony has moved in and the new connection she has with this place and the people in it.  Speaking of which, ugh  the way Arman stares at her as she walks in, his eyes tracking her the entire way…. could this actually be the first time they’ve seen each other since the motel? Timing wise it’s probably been about a week since the event of last ep, so it is possible that they haven’t been together since then.  And ok sidenote but I do actually enjoy Nadia’s reaction to Thony here lol, the ‘oh great’ and then the falsely bright tone… ah the complex relationship between two women who are in  business together and also in love with the same man. Yikes. Poor Arman is caught in the middle in multiple ways, but ugh the way he tries to explain to Thony that the street drugs would only be temporary, and tells her, “We can’t keep working for Kamdar. We need this”-- sigh my boy is too proud to say what he actually means, which is that he can’t keep working for Kamdar, and he needs this. Honestly if he and Thony were one-on-one rn and he simply told her that, she would help him. Instead it looks to her that he and Nadia are just fed up with working for Robert and are looking for a quick and easy out, regardless of consequences. And ugh the disappointed, disapproving way she looks at him must sting (and it must be hard for her too, to be reminded of the ways that they are still so different) but yet again, his eyes stay on her the whole way out of the club. Like buddy I fully support you being 100% gone for Thony De La Rosa but maybe don’t be so obvious about it right in front of your (not quite ex) wife?? But ugh he clearly doesn’t want to go behind Thony’s back, but he knows there’s no other choice available to him (well, except being honest with her, you idiot!!! Just tell her you need her help and she will help you!!!)

(Also, woooo I totally called it about Nadia and Arman selling the street drugs behind Thony’s back! Though idk this may have already been common knowledge to those of you who actually  look at spoilers lol)

Ok I want a hoodie with their The Cleaning Ladies logo on it so bad. This show really needs to do merch bc I would buy it all lol. Also Thony and Fi walking around their house in bare feet is so cute and natural, and I just love seeing these two at home, talking through problems together (or not talking about it, in the case of Marco’s death).  But honestly is it too much to ask for Thony to decide Fi is right and that she needs to open up about what happened with Marco, and to choose to do that with Arman?? And to have him talk to her about Hayak in return?? Please writers, I need it. Also ooooh Fi can talk to Jazz’s HOT DAD lol. Like okay this guy clearly has a good relationship with the whole family AND he’s moving to Vegas permanently?? And oooooh he was an army guy who was stationed overseas a lot, which means he and Fi might have split bc of his army commitments rather than bc of relationship issues or incompatibility… Hell yeah, I ship it already lol. Fi honestly deserves someone great. Also ooh if Chris’s hand still needs to be bandaged then it’s almost definitely only been a week (or less) since last ep… 

I’m so happy to see my boy Bosco again!! And that he and Thony seem to be becoming quite friendly– he called her sister awwww. (though considering he calls Arman ‘brother’, maybe she’s more like sister-in-law lol). Speaking of Arman, I swear this man decided to show up to this meeting looking as hot as possible in the hope that Thony would be less pissed off  at him when she found out about the street drugs lol. Because jesus christ the bike and sunglasses and the leather all seems specifically designed to torture both me and her in the best way haha. And lbr Thony totally did check him out (I see you, girl) but he’s basically avoiding even looking at her bc he knows he’s about to be on the receiving end of that sharp temper once again. (And tbh, deservedly so). Ugh no, not another mention of Sin Cara though, please don’t kill Boscooooo! You already took Mateo and Carlos from me, and he’s just too cute to die ugh. But anyhow, as someone who lived with a married couple for a year, I can relate so hard to how uncomfortable Bosco looks as Thony and Arman start to argue lol, and I love that after Arman says ‘Now we’re trying it my way’ Bosco looks away and gives a little shake of his head like ‘oh you’re in for it now my friend, it was nice knowing you’ lol. Tbh I like to think he’s actually a little bit on Thony’s side here haha  

But okay the shot cuts from Thony turning to look at Arman with a pissed off expression, to her yelling at him (lol) as he brings the last of the boxes inside. But what about unloading them from the truck?? And when did Bosco leave, and how much of the lovers’ quarrel did he witness?? I need answers and yet this show is determined not to give them to me lol. But alright fine I’ve decided that right as Thony was about to start ripping into Arman, she got a call from Fi about the business, and gave him a ‘I’ll deal with you later’ look and stalked off to take the call, and then he turned to Bosco and asked him to help him unload the boxes and  Bosco was all like “yeah man I want to be out of here asap before this place turns into a warzone and I get caught in the crossfire” lol. So they dump out all the boxes and Bosco makes a run for it, giving Thony an apologetic wave as he goes.

And so then by the time she’s done on the call, Arman has most of the boxes inside (sidenote, it amuses me that we see him use a trolley to move one single box that probably weighs less than 10kg lol). And okay now the shouting starts. The imagery of him walking back and forth with boxes while this tiny woman follows and yells is so funny lol, like a doberman being berated by a very furious chipmunk. She does make a good point about the potential consequences of putting these drugs out there, but then again, he was involved in the gun business for years, with the full knowledge that the guns he sold definitely went on to kill people… so he probably has a bit of a different perspective about the harm caused by this kind of thing. And lbr he knows he’s backed into a corner and has no choice but to follow his own rule– not the right way or the wrong way, but any way you can. Tbh he’s right to call her out on the hypocrisy of what she’s saying about caring what happens to people, considering what happened with MMM. And ughhhhh his whole “Everything you’ve needed, I’ve done for you/I’ve done whatever it takes to keep you safe” (keeping the promise he made to her just days after they met ugh) and then “I’ve even killed for you” (yaaaasss please talk about it!! please!! ) but oh man the “Do you even appreciate that?”-- like he’s really saying I gave up a piece of my soul for you, did it even mean anything to you at all? Do I even mean anything to you at all?  Bc honestly he was used to having to do terrible things on Hayak’s (or now  Robert’s) orders and for there to be no acknowledgement of the personal cost to him, but for her to act like he’s some cold-hearted criminal so soon after he did something so huge for her… ugh my poor baby boy. I honestly expected her to backpedal a bit when he asked that, and to say ‘of course I do’ but lbr we all know Thony has a temper, and also I think it’s hard for her to face the truth of what she had him do– bc firstly she’s all ‘do no harm’ yet had a guy killed, and secondly bc I think she carries a lot of guilt and regret over putting that burden onto him and she’s not dealing with it well. She manages to bring down the anger enough to tell him she wants to help him, but she still drops the ultimatum about walking away if he goes ahead with the drug deal– and ugh that must feel like such a rejection to him, like it has just proved that his limit of what he’ll do for her (literally kill someone) is so much higher than her limit of what she’ll do or him, since she can’t even support him in this decision despite how much he needs it.  And omg “Well then I guess we’re done” *cue him angrily striding away, and her kicking a box lol* (ngl that was oddly hot?) and dude that literally had the most breakup-vibes possible for two people who aren’t technically in a relationship lol (though really, that could be argued tbh). And ugh I live for this kind of angst though bc the making-up part is going to be amazingggggg

Ngl I like Garrett and Agent Jefferson as a duo, and this diner scene was actually pretty fun. Having the CI be a drag queen was a little bit like the jockey from the last ep– treading a little close to tacky but not actually going too far, and honestly I really liked Madame Delilah lol. She was great, and I wonder if she’s an actual drag queen or if it’s just an actor playing the role? I know that the casting director for this show often tries to find extras that actually do their roles (eg the airport staff in 2x01) so it would be cool if she was actually a local queen

Ok having Robert meekly ask to borrow Nadia (aka his employee) for a moment and then having her respond by silently beckon him over to her like she’s the boss here?? What a queen.  Also it was kinda hot that she picked up on the guy cheating, and hotter that she apparently threatened a guy with a corkscrew to the neck (that is an excellent visual lol). Tbh though the way Naveen delivered the lines telling that story didn’t sound natural at all, it sounded very recited or something. But whatever. And oooooh here comes Arman, fresh from his devastating breakup fight with the woman he loves, and what does he see? Nadia and Robert looking extremely comfortable together.  The look of ‘oh shit’ on her face was great lol. And then ugh my boy’s terrible day only gets worse as Robert promotes (demotes?) him to a bouncer for the day– retaliation for the lil’ bit of light choking, I’m guessing?

“What are you, like Costco now?” have I mentioned lately that I actually kind of love Vinnie?? And “I think you’re confused about the company I keep” lolll. His and Thony’s relationship is so great, how they’ve become unlikely business partners– and also that Vinnie totally thinks Thony is a goddess lol (as do we all). But omg imagine Arman’s reaction if she had managed to get rid of the drugs??? Also did she plan to give them to the VA hospitals etc for free, as payback against Arman for breaking up with her?  Or had she at least planned to sell them to those places, so she could still give Arman some money for them and not entirely screw him over?? Anyway re her comment about “I still took an oath to do no harm”-- like okay I find it SO strange that people interpret this oath as doctors having to always avoid doing any harm to anyone ever?? We’re not monks who have to live our entire lives by some rigid doctrine– we’re professionals who do a job, and there are certain rules we follow while doing that job that don’t necessarily apply to all other aspects of our lives. Like obviously I wouldn’t sell street drugs either, but that’s just general morality, nothing to do with my profession. To me, the ‘first do no harm’ rule applies to my patients (or anyone to whom I am providing medical care) only. But if I am ever in the situation where I need to defend myself or anyone else, you can bet I’ll be doing harm lol. (anyway, /end rant lol).  “Expensive morality you’ve got” lollll Vinnie’s really dropping some truth bombs here– is she really prepared for her strict morality to cost her Arman????

Omg. Arman in the bouncer shirt. He looks like he’s in one of those local-league ten pin bowling teams that takes themselves way too seriously. But ughhh my boy is having the worst day– first, the woman he loves and who he has made huge sacrifices for all but turned her back on him when he needed her, so he lashed out and broke up with her ended their business arrangement. Then his wife is getting all flirty with another man, who just happens to be the guy that is doing everything in his power to make Arman’s life miserable. Then he is faced with an old acquaintance who can’t seem to stop commenting on how far he’s fallen from the position of respect and power he had only a few short weeks ago. Like man, could this day get any worse?? (Spoiler, yes it definitely could lol)

This season is really enjoying including a wide variety of almost over-the-top small-bit characters… I guess it IS Vegas after all, so it kind of goes with the territory to have all kinds of big personalities. And Ginger seems pretty cool lol, even if that Southern accent feels like it’s gotta be fake haha. Also the middle of the day seems like an odd time for a retirement party, but then again, it’s Vegas, and I guess most of these showgirls work evenings, so….? Anyway my favourite part of this scene is the woman watching Ginger’s performance who looks like 1000% unimpressed hahaha

Omgggg JD and the kids walking in in their little uniforms, and Luca jumping up to see over the barrier? My heart. I love this family sfm. Also aw Jazz worrying about Chris and asking what’s wrong, and Fi being like ‘uh… yeah, that’s it, that’s why he’s upset’ to literally any suggestion Jazz makes lol

Aw look at Garrett and Jefferson actually kind of almost figuring things out like real agents. I’m so proud of them. Gold star, kids.

Oooooh Nadia and Arman are fighting (what’s new there lol). “I think you like hanging around one degenerate” hahahaaa. Like honestly this is like 10% jealousy towards Robert, and 90% Arman feeling like the main person who is supposed to be on his team isn’t putting in nearly as much effort as he is, and has in fact instead just completely ditched him to go join the opposite team bc it seems like they’re more likely to win. But bro she has every right to call you out on your hypocrisy here bc you’ve definitely been more focused on Thony than she has been on Robert. “Don’t make this about Thony” - mate literally everything in your life is about Thony, you’re just the only one who can’t see that. But ouch the whole “clearly the only person who can make you feel like a hero is your cleaning lady” must hit him hard considering that a) he is half-convinced he and Thony really are over after their fight this morning, and b) during that fight Thony made him feel like a complete villain rather than a hero, and he hated it. I looove that Robert overheard this though– can’t wait to see what he does with this information! Also “so you do know how to keep your mouth shut” I take it Robert’s referring to Arman being smart enough not to keep arguing with Nadia and piss her off even further? Or?

Aaand Arman’s day just got even worse. Like yeah, I bet that taking out his frustrations on that guy’s face probably did feel kinda good, but it would have been tainted by the fact that it just reminds him that his body is not his own right now– it is a tool for Robert to use how he wants, and god that must feel so violating. “Take away the suit and you’re nothing but a stupid thug” wow gotta say, props to this guy for a) saying something so inadvisable to a guy who could literally kill him, and b) literally landing on one of Arman’s greatest insecurities??? He’s fought so hard for years to be respected, to be considered worthy, to be seen as more than a working-class immigrant or brainless brute, and then here comes this guy and with one sentence pushes him over the edge. I was honestly afraid Arman would actually accidentally kill him, and tbh it was only Robert’s appearance– and clear satisfaction at what was happening– that snapped him out of it. But anyway, enough angst, more curls. We have been so spoiled with all the curls today ugh, I am living. (Gonna ignore the magically appearing blood on the face that wasn’t there in one shot but was in the next lol, because ngl I am a sucker for a hot man covered in blood lol).

Also ugghhhhh my boy is practically trying to run away from this place; he can feel how close he is to breaking down and he needs to be as far away from here– as far from Robert– as possible before that happens. But of course Robert finds a way to drag him back, by insisting he bring Thony in. And damn the subtle challenge in “why not? Isn’t that what you employ her for?”-- oooh Robert has him in (yet another) trap and Arman knows it. If he doesn’t bring her in to do this task that is very reasonably within her job description, he’s basically announcing to Robert that Thony is more than just a cleaning lady– specifically, more to him than just that, which he already knows Robert suspects thanks to overhearing his and Nadia’s argument– and that’s dangerous for both her and him. Ugh my poor boy, the last thing he wants is for Thony to be anywhere near Robert, but he has no choice now. I’m just imagining him sitting here on the bike with his head bowed for a minute before he forces himself to go back inside, going into the bathroom and staring at himself in the mirror, then roughly scrubbing the blood off of his face– and even when it’s gone, he feels stained, feels like he’s going to taint her just by speaking to her. But finally, he pulls out his phone– already half certain that she won’t answer, that he’s truly lost her already– then takes a deep breath, and makes the call.

I would like to formally announce that I am never getting over the fact that, despite having a huge fight and all but ‘breaking up’ only a few hours ago, Thony has consciously chosen to keep her burner phone– aka the direct line of communication between her and Arman, that literally no one other than him uses– on her, even through two separate changes of outfit. If she’d truly been angry about their fight and didn’t care about reconciling, she would have deliberately left the phone at home (bc lbr he could have still reached her on her other number in an emergency). But no, she consciously chose to keep carrying that phone with her everywhere she went, like she was carrying a piece of him with her, like she was just hoping it would ring. And then it does, and she barely even pauses before answering, just a tiny moment for her to take a breath and ready herself. I love her abrupt little “what”, like she wants to make it clear she’s still pissed– except, again, if she was actually pissed she wouldn’t have even bothered to have the phone on her at all. And ugh lbr part of him was probably hoping she wouldn’t answer– if she was uncontactable, then Robert couldn’t force him to bring her into this– but mostly he must have been so goddamn relieved when she picked up, to know that even after he did something she completely disagreed with, and even after he told her they were over, she was still there when he needed her. 

But ugh “There’s a mess that needs to be cleaned” – yeah, it’s him, Thony! He’s the mess! And no one can fix it except you ughhhhh. (Also sidenote, did he call Robert’s place the Sportsbook? I thought it was Fast Lane??) But ugh the snippiness in her tone when she says she’s on a job, and then “besides, you’re the one who said that we were done” aka “YOU broke up with ME, remember??“ aaaaaaahhh you can tell that there’s hurt hiding under that anger. But then god the way that anger is completely replaced by concern the moment he mentions Robert being the one ordering him to call, and then as soon as she hears that trace of pleading– that unspoken I need you– in that ‘please?’ our girl is running to her man. She knows him, and she knows that whatever is happening, he’s not okay right now. She was too blinded by her own emotions to be able to see it earlier– especially because he kept it so carefully hidden, first behind a facade of near-callous indifference about the drugs, and then masked with anger when she pushed back against his plan– but she sees it now, and all she knows is that she needs to be there for him, be there with him, no matter what.

I can’t help but picture Arman in that moment after she hangs up so suddenly like that– she didn’t explicitly say, “I’m on my way”, and I’m sure he is just insecure enough that a small part of him would be terrified that she’d actually finally turned her back on him– that when he’d pushed her away that morning, he’d pushed too far, and that she’d decided he wasn’t worth it after all, that all he’d done for her wasn’t enough to get her to stay. But ugh even with that fear whispering in the back of his mind, somehow he still knows the truth: she’s coming. Even after everything that happened that morning, she’s still there for him, still on his side; she's still his.

And maybe knowing that is what gives him strength to walk back into Robert’s office and tell him that Thony is on her way; my headcanon here is that Robert is all like “Good. Shall we have a little game while we wait?” and gestures to the pool table, and given that Arman doesn’t really have a choice (and also that there’s no way he’s going to leave now that Thony is coming here) he nods and they play a round of pool, and Robert very casually asks about Thony and how she fits into their business etc and Arman is being so careful with his answers and body language, doing everything he can to protect her from attracting further attention from Robert, and then after a while Robert shrewdly starts to wonder aloud what Thony will think when she sees the mess Arman made, whether she will think him monstrous for committing such violence– deliberately sticking barbs into him, because he heard Nadia say that Thony makes Arman feel like a hero, and so he wants to try to bring Arman low by forcing him to reveal his shameful deeds to the woman whose admiration he apparently desires and needs. It’s actually a pretty genius move by Robert– thanks to Nadia, he knows Thony’s connection to Arman is more than just professional, so by bringing her in now, there are two possible things that could happen: either Thony sees what Arman did and is horrified by it and turns her back on him, which would further crush the man Robert is intent on making suffer in every way he possibly can; or, she will support Arman regardless of what he’s done, and their closeness will create more distance between Arman and Nadia (especially considering he’s bringing her in right in front of Nadia, less than an hour after their fight about her). It’s honestly a win-win for him.  I imagine that Robert asks the bouncer at the door to notify him when Thony arrives (and of course, lead her right past where Nadia is) and then when she gets there, he makes some final dig to Arman about her before he steps out of the office to await her, leaving Arman staring out into the gaming area, feeling equal parts relief and dread at seeing her out there, her stride quick as she hurries towards the office, towards him. 

Honestly I love seeing Thony interacting with Robert, because (even though she’s far better at hiding it than Arman) it’s clear that she detests him– partly from how he treated her at their first meeting, but more so because she’s now starting to realise that there’s something terrible in the way he’s treating Arman. And then she witnesses it firsthand– sees him present Arman (whose name he deliberately mispronounces every time, I’m sure of it) to her like a dog who got caught pooping on the rug, and is now having his nose rubbed in it. He makes sure to describe Arman’s actions (‘beaten to a pulp’) in a way that highlights the animalistic violence of it, while pretty much implying that Arman did it purely of his own volition rather than under orders. Tbh she’s barely listening though; her eyes go first to Arman, quickly assessing for signs of injury, and then they take in the scene as she deliberately positions herself over on his side of the room, where she can see him more clearly and where he can see her, even if it’s only in his peripheral vision. Robert’s comments about the rug are also (unconsciously) metaphorical as hell– the rug is a possession he has recently obtained, and now that it’s soiled he considers it only fit for being disposed of. Just like Arman– something people once found flawless and beautiful to look at, now all but ruined, and destined to be nothing more than discarded trash. Which is why I died when Thony tells Robert not to throw the rug out, that she’ll take care of it– Arman is damaged, stained with blood both literally and figuratively, but Thony is there to wash it away and make him new again. (I swear this show is just… ugh. God help me).  Anyway in terms of more deliberate metaphor on Robert’s part, the line “it’s good for people I do business with to see what happens when they don’t deliver” is clearly very pointedly directed at Arman, as in never forget what will happen to you if you don’t obey, but you could also say that Arman himself is also the example of what happens when someone doesn’t deliver– a once powerful man who is now little more than Robert’s slave because he couldn’t pay what he owed. Ugggghhhhhhhh as much as I hate Robert and am sad to see my precious boy suffer, I am also LIVING for it haha. Gimme all the angst and hurt/comfort yaaaaassss

(Btw does Joseph have a split lip? Did Robert hit him again?? Oh Robert don’t you know that if you keep mistreating your right hand man like this, he’ll turn on you? Honestly it would be so cool to see Joseph snap and turn on Robert like Arman did on Hayak– I would love to see him ending up doing something that helps Armony in their mission to take Robert down….)

Ugh okay so who wants to guess how many times I have watched this scene??? Better make sure your guess is in the quadruple digits lol, because oh my goddddd. The way that she doesn’t even wait until the door closes behind Robert and Joseph before she says his name, figuratively reaching out to him– and the way she immediately knows something is terribly wrong when he doesn’t respond to that connection, doesn’t even look at her, because that’s never happened before, not even when they’ve been furious with each other. And ugh the immediate worry (“Arman, what happened???” - ugh the throwback to him asking the same question when she was devastated in 1x06 is killing me) and the way she quickly crosses the space between them, looking up at him and trying to meet his gaze, trying to get that connection back. And then “It doesn’t matter. It’s what I’ve become.” ugh, he’s so broken. Since the moment they met, Robert has been breaking him down piece by piece, cleverly and deliberately. Bc lbr Robert knows he can’t kill Arman– Nadia would never forgive him for that– but he’s a master manipulator, and he’s known since the start that if he applied pressure in just the right places, Arman would start to buckle under the strain, leading him to lash out at Nadia (who Robert has been carefully rebuilding his relationship with, and of course, who he makes sure to look extra cozy with whenever his staff inform him of Arman’s arrival at the building), so that when Arman eventually snapped, his and Nadia’s relationship would already be irreparably damaged. Thony was an unexpected factor, but like I said before, she’s one he’s already figured out that he can use– he’s just not sure yet exactly what that will look like. Honestly I am convinced that he has security cameras in his office and that he immediately looks at the footage on his phone the moment the door to the office closes behind him, to see how the two of them will interact when alone. And they immediately prove his suspicions right when she instantly goes to Arman and holds his hand in hers for like a solid thirty seconds while they talk (I maintain she doesn't let go until she turns to walk away; fight me on it lol). 

But anyway enough about Robert, because ughhhh the way Thony reaches for Arman’s hand– the bruised and aching hand that has been used to commit acts of violence against his will– and holds it so gently, and the way he stares down at it?? That touch is so huge to him, because while Thony has certainly always willingly responded to his touch, she’s almost always held herself back from instigating any kind of physical contact with him– other than her briefly touching his arm in the motel room, the last time was way back in 1x07 when she checked his bullet graze; so literally like 6 weeks ago, and in a situation where she was technically providing medical care. (Sidenote: as I’ve said before, her not touching him is not because she doesn’t want to– we all know how much I love my crossed-arms theory lol– but because she wants it too much, and there have always been too many barriers between them. Thankfully those barriers are steadily crumbling though ugh).  But anyway, this situation is different again from 1x07: this isn’t her checking an injury for him– even though lbr that wound check in 1x07 was a blatant excuse to allow herself to be close to him again, even if just for a few moments; it was clear from the miniscule amount of blood on his shirt that the wound was very minor and he didn’t need stitching-- this is her saying I see you, I see what you’ve had to do, and I am still with you.

Honestly I will never get over the dichotomy between the two women in his life and their reaction to him being Robert’s ‘enforcer’: Nadia says it’s beneath him, and that he’s not some common street thug– but it very much seems like her objection is more about the fact that she feels it’s beneath her to be a woman married to a man who performs such lowly role. Being the wife of Arman Morales, the respected and powerful club owner and ‘businessman’, suited her very well and though she has been pretty on board with the whole ‘for better or worse’ thing thus far, it’s clearly because she views their current situation as a very temporary departure from that previous life, one that will soon be over and everything will be back to how it was. She doesn’t like being faced with the reality of the position he’s in, prefers to stick her head in the sand and pretend that he is just helping Robert out with little jobs, like she is. Meanwhile Thony also objects to his enforcer role– no, it’s not who you are– but she doesn’t care at all about appearances, or feel that it somehow makes him inferior to how he was before; she only cares about how it affects him, and how it makes him feel about himself. Her voice is so gentle as she speaks with him, and ugh it clearly hurts her to see the pain he’s in– because lbr, since the change in their relationship in 1x06, any pain that one of them feels, the other shares. And that’s part of what has her so upset, because she has been distracted by so many other things over these past few weeks, and he has been hiding this pain so well that she hadn’t seen it until now. He’d needed her and she hadn’t seen it, hadn’t been there for him, and that eats at her. But she’s here now, and she’ll do whatever it takes– including going against ‘everything she believes in’ (as she said earlier) and helping him sell the drugs, even though it means a number of people could suffer or even die as a result. And ugh when she tells him she’ll help him and asks when he’s meeting the buyer, he just stares at her like he can’t even compute what she’s saying, because he knows how huge it is that she would do this for him– and then when it actually sinks in that she means it, he finally swallows and answers ‘Five’ in that scratchy voice, which honestly reminds me so much of how little kids sound when they’re trying to act like they’re not about to cry. And ugh she could have so easily just told him she was okay with him selling the drugs, and sent him on his way to do it– bc lbr he doesn’t technically need her there, since there’s no expertise that she can contribute in this particular scenario– but instead she tells him she’s coming with him, bc she knows that rn he does need her there. He just needs her, and in this moment she’s making it clear to him that from now on, whatever they do– cleaning up the office, selling the drugs to make the money to buy his freedom, whatever– they do together, as partners.

And okay god I have already written so many words about this scene but here’s the final two things I die over: the way she seems to bite the inside of her lip as she turns away from him, like she’s trying not to cry; and the way that his eyes follow her as she moves away, his body breaking free of the near-paralysis he’d been experiencing and reflexively orienting itself towards her, like her body has a gravity that his is powerless against. Help. Another little headcanon to finish off: that she knows he’s still dazed from everything, so she gives him some simple instructions of what to clean up ("I'll take the rug and any stains. You pick up the glass and put everything back in its place. Okay?" ) and then while they clean she just keeps up a steady monologue about the cleaning business and the interview/job trial for Ginger and all the family coming to help, using her voice to soothe him. And then eventually when he seems steadier and the job is almost done, she sends him out to contact the buyer and confirm the time and location of the meet etc, giving him that sense of control back. Like honestly I don’t understand people who feel like Armony isn’t happening, because god, if this isn’t love, I don’t know what is. 

Okay okay away from Armony for a moment. Please, writers, please make Fi and JD a thing! He is so sweet (and hot!) and I ship itttt. “I guess as a mom I don’t really think about what I want anymore” / “Sounds like that’s something we need to change around here” yes JD!!!  Give my girl Fi all the happiness she deserves!! But oh shit bad time for Ginger to come back… but Luca’s cuteness always wins everyone over haha. (Also he’s almost six– is he going to start school eventually?? How’s that going to work?? Also I desperately need an upcoming ep to include a birthday party for Luca, and for Arman to be invited ugh). Anyway this moment between Ginger and Fi is so great– I love the recurring theme of women supporting women in this show!! Also lol at Ginger’s “he’s good lookin’. ooooh yeah” over JD hahaha– agreed :P

Oooooh Thony witnessing Arman and Nadia fighting… must feel weird for her, bc lbr she would feel bad for contributing to their problems, but at the same time there must be a tiny part of her that can’t help but be glad to see more cracks forming between the two of them.  I assume the fight is Nadia demanding to know why the hell he called Thony there, and possibly her reaction to him telling her he’s going to take Thony with him to make the deal? I figure he almost definitely would tell her, because a) she was the one pushing for the deal anyway, and b) it’s a convenient way to excuse the fact that he’s absolutely about to ride off into the sunset with Thony no matter what.

Anyway oooh Thony witnesses Robert and Cortes together– ngl I’m very surprised that Robert didn’t make sure to clear her out first, but whatevs, I’ll roll with it lol. Also I’m trying not to get stuck on the fact that she leaves all her cleaning gear behind haha (but of course, can’t take that on a motorbike! lol). But omg. The way Arman strides towards her, and instead of just gesturing or putting a hand on her back– both which would be very normal and reasonable– literally takes her hand instead?????? Like excuse me sir I was not at all prepared for that to become a thing you just do now?? Clearly he’s been absolutely dying to touch her since his release from prison, but has been holding himself back because of everything going on with Marco, and Nadia etc (the hand on the back at their reunion was as much as he could allow himself, but it was nowhere near enough) but now it’s like she gave him permission when she knocked down that wall between them and reached for his hand, and he simply can’t help himself. Hence the way he helps her with the helmet strap even though it’s likely totally unnecessary (and all while they hold eye contact - honestly I’m totally fine about this, I swear, and not at all emotional about his bloodied hands being used to make sure she’s safe. @enigmaticfox made a gorgeous gifset highlighting this too). 

I’m also obsessed with the way she looks nervous as she climbs on the bike– because of being on a motorbike itself, or because they’re heading off to sell street drugs, or because she is about to get to hold him in her arms and press her body against his for however many minutes?  Lbr we all know I’m going with the third option haha. (Like c’mon, she's from Cambodia and the Philippines, the woman has for sure been on a motorbike plenty of times, so I definitely don’t think she’s nervous about the ride itself). But ugh the way he pulls her arms around him, binding them even closer together and making sure she’s safe and secure… honestly I think it is likely very clear that I have lost all ability to deal when it comes to these two. (also does he smell good Thony???)  And then omg to have them ride off together as Nadia stands there and watches, a tear running down her face as she realises that her and Arman are doomed? Holy shit, show, you didn’t have to go this hard???

(Also side note: I have successfully found the location of this alley, as well as the cleaning storehouse, the diner where Garrett and Jefferson meet Madame Delilah, and the spot where Garrett pulls Thony and Arman over. My list of spots to visit next year is growing haha)

Anyway, back to Nadia, now drinking her feelings at the bar lol. Honestly I feel for her, but it’s also very much ‘sorry not sorry’ when it comes to cheering for Armony lol. But oh… “You ever wish you could take something back, even though you know it won’t change a thing?” Damn, son. I can’t pinpoint exactly what specific thing she wants to take back, but if I had to guess, maybe it’s all the sharp words she’s thrown at Arman over the past few months (aka the time he’s known Thony), and all the times she’s pushed him away or not appreciated him? Maybe she’s wishing now that she was better to him, and that if she had been, things might have been different for them– but at the same time, she already knows it wouldn’t have been. She knows Arman better than anyone– well, you could argue that Thony actually sees him and understands him better than Nadia does, because Nadia created a persona she wanted him to fit and that’s who she sees him as, rather than who he actually is underneath– but regardless, she knows that nothing she could have done would have made a difference. The moment he and Thony met, it was game over for him and Nadia– they just took a little while to realise it. And how timely that Robert should appear, calling her ‘my love’ and telling her that there’s als things he would go back and change if he could– clearly with regards to her– and then he gives her back the emerald ring. @enigmaticfox raised an amazing point about how poignant it is that he gives the ring– which was clearly some kind of symbol of her and Arman’s relationship– back to her right as she’s realising that that relationship is all but over. Phew, these writers, man. 

Lol I just realised that when Garrett calls Jefferson to tell him he got a tip from a CI, he calls him ‘Jeffrey’? I assume it’s possibly a slip of the tongue from Oliver but ngl I wanna pretend that they are buds and Garrett has given him that as a nickname lol

I would pay so much moneGod y to see a deleted scene of Thony and Arman’s reaction to being chased by ‘the FBI’’ and then realising it’s Garrett lol. Especially because I bet that Arman was trying to convince her to duck down and make a run for it when he stopped the truck, and to leave him to take the fall alone. But of course she would never agree to that– like I said before, they’re in this together now, no matter what. Garrett’s reaction to seeing the two of them is priceless (small world, hey buddy??) and I guess he’s got his confirmation now of his suspicion that Thony was still involved with Arman somehow (hell of an understatement there haha). But lol at the way Arman tells her not to say anything and she immediately goes ahead and says things. He may have previously been her employer but we all know who the real boss is here lol. Also I gotta say I actually really love this three-sided dynamic??? You’ve got Thony and Arman who are obvs soulmates, then you’ve got Thony and Garrett, who have a weird reluctant kind of camaraderie even if they butt heads literally most of the time, and then you have Arman and Garrett, who hate each other’s guts but who share a common trait in wanting to protect Thony. And ugh speaking of which, Arman repeatedly insisting that Garrett leaves Thony out of this? Ugh my precious boy is always thinking of her first. And honestly every bit of this interaction is so great (the ‘hey, handsome, I’m talking to you’ is probably the best line Garrett has ever spoken lol).

A bit of a technical note though– if Armony have the bag of money, presumably from selling the drugs, why are the drugs still in the truck?? I am clearly missing something because I have not been able to figure out why they would have both the money and drugs in their possession. I mean it adds to the scene, I guess, because the bag of money is the first sign of criminal activity and then that leads to Garrett looking in the back? Idk. But honestly I actually really like Garrett’s reaction to seeing the drugs– he seems genuinely disappointed and worried about Thony? And then he gets even more pissed at Arman for supposedly bringing her into this. Like I said, I love that both these men genuinely care about Thony (obviously in very different ways– god bless this show for avoiding the love triangle route with these three and creating a totally different and much more interesting dynamic). But ugh Arman again trying to get Garrett to let her go, and then her trying to protect him, saying “It wasn’t his idea, it was mine!” and saying the meds were for her clinic (they are so ride or die for each other, ughhhh). Of course Garrett saw through that though lol, but man when he asks her if she’s working for Cortes there’s actually almost hurt there? Like it wounds him to think of yet another good-hearted person he cares about getting sucked into that world, and potentially then lying to him about it. I love that she says “No! I– we have nothing to do with Cortes.” Don’t mind me, just getting emotional over all the use of ‘we’ and ‘us’, continually referring to her and Arman as a unit– they’re a package deal, now and forever.

And ugh the way Arman stares at her when she drops the bomb about giving up Robert– this man has no idea what the hell is happening right now except that Thony is somehow saving his ass, and ugh the way he closes his eyes when she tells Garrett she’ll inform for him again (catch me over here crying over the lengths these two will go to for each other, and the way that Thony has been ‘erasing’ his sins from the start, and is now fighting to save him from ever having to commit them in the first place. There was an article that mentioned this season would be about Thony saving Arman’s soul, and I’d assumed that meant he was gonna head down a dark path and she needed to show him the light, but now it’s clear that it’s about Robert crushing his soul and her saving him from that. Ugghhhh).

But anyway honestly when the ep ended right after Garrett ~accepted the deal~ I was like NO WAIT I NEED MORE because aaaaaahhhh this plotline is gonna be SO GOOD ugh. But ngl I so desperately wanted to see Armony getting back in the truck after Garrett lets them go, and then Arman saying “I need you to tell me what just happened” and then for her to explain everything to him, because since the start of the season there’s been two major things going on in her life outside of her connection to him– the stuff with Marco/Chris/motel guy, and the stuff with Maya and Garrett– and last ep he learned about the former, and now he’s going to know about the latter, and ugh it just means a lot to me that they are literally becoming involved in every aspect of each other’s lives now. Also ugh I had such a great fic idea for a follow on from this ep (Armony arriving back at the cleaning storehouse and deciding what to do from there) and yet I have zero time to write it or literally any of my other 500 ideas about this season. Honestly I need this show to give us a week or two of hiatus just to give me some goddamn recovery time, I can’t take this level of weekly OTP perfection lol

Ugh anyways I gotta go to bed, so good luck to all of us in regards to surviving this week’s ep, and I’ll see you all in a few days for the next installment of my steady descent into madness as a result of this show lol

[hyunverse]

hehehehe ur cute. i’m so happy to hear ur day was good :)). i cry at movies too 😔. this is so embarrassing but i legit cried at the end of the sonic movie like the 2020 one … IT WAS JUST A SOFT ENDING OKAY 😔😔😔. I COULDNT HELP IT 😔😔. SAME grocery shopping is smth i always look forward to. i swear the cereal section is the best bc it’s just so bright. like everything else has such bland packaging and then the cereal section is just boom color and happy characters and cute logos like it’s just the best. THEY HAD MY FAVE PASTRYY it’s called spanakopita and it’s soooo yum. it’s a spinach and ricotta blend in this rly flakey pastry it’s so so so good. same i love them all sm. andddd let’s just say the dogs here are definitely city dogs so they’re a lot more immune ….? to odd things …? and to doing odd things ???? and their owners just aren’t even phased it’s so strange 😭

LMFAO ITS TRUE THEYRE LIKE DORITOS 😭😭 yep ik exactly what ur talking about and it’s perfffff. nothing better than some nice collarbones too. they look so delicate and kissable gahhhh. hyunjins make me dizzy. sooooo delicate and longgggg he’s so <333333333. victor 100% unreachable visual who is the blueprint. howl pendragon can come into my life and ruin it rn now pls. talk about perfect man ?? like yes bring him here pls 🙏🏼. LIKE AN ERASER 😭😭 UR LITERALLY RIGHT BC WHY R THEY SO HUGE ?? i love it tho hehe

ohhhh okay yes that makes sense, that’s so cool to think of. all the fast food in america sucks tbh 💔. i’d much rather mcdonalds from another country than whatever we have. every fast food thing here is just … boring. and expensive now so you’re better off just going somewhere else yk ? agreed i don’t customize my orders ever, but i do like to add cold foam to my coffee hehe. it’s just so rich and creamy and delish. and the machines are always “broken” bc they just don’t want to clean it 😭. they’re a pain to clean so i understand but if i want a mcflurry, i want a mcflurry 😠. andddd now i’m craving pandan leaf chicken as well <///3 so smokey and delish grrrr i love food

HYUNJIN DOES FLIRT THROUGH DANCING OMFG. he’s so perfect i actually get frustrated. like i don’t understand how someone can have that many ideal qualities and just exist. how does he live w himself knowing he is the IDEAL MAN ?? IDEK WHAT ID DO W MYSELF. FELIX IS DEFFF ACTING UP. but seeing this confidence on him is so attractive 🤭🤭🤭. i feel like that’s another thing that makes hyunes dancing so attractive bc you can tell he’s so content while doing it and how all of his moves are so articulated GAHHH i could watch him dance all day. imagine dating him and just being able to watch him practice ?? him winking at you in the mirror every now and then ohhhhh i’d pass out

i hope ur sleeping well my pretty 💗💗 kisses 4 uuuuu

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sonic movie??? ive never heard of anyone crying over the sonic movie T_T then again i cant judge because ive never watched it. dw bae, i cry over soft endings too. we have issues and its ok!! tbh i cry over fluff more than i cry over angst. it's just that i get so overwhelmed by the love, that it makes me sob yk? i sound insane, dont i </3 whats ur fave cereal? i love the milo crunch cereal, tastes like milo but make it cereal!!! and i googled spanakopita and omg. . .it looks mouth-watering. gonna attempt to find a place which sells them here. talking abt pastries, 'm going to a cafe with my mum tmr for breakfast, so im looking forward to that!!

anything abt hyunjin makes me dizzy tbh. the recent dancing vids of hyune 😵‍💫 hes out to get me fr fr. management pls make him stop body rolling on stage bcs it makes me sick!! (pls dont i love it when he does) HOWL IS SO PERFFFFFFF. THE MAN! i could talk about the plot of howl's moving castle for hours. i love the plot twist, how howl has been searching for sophie for years. thats true love right there! also jeongin hand pics has been all over my fyp come save me!! save me from this monstrosity.

the american slander 😭cmere bae i'll take u to a mcdonalds 🙏i'll give you all the mcflurrys you want. its always available here <333 now im craving for an oreo mcflurry omg... and pandan leaf chicken zzz

STOP FEEDING INTO MY DELUSIONS, MY LOVE. WHY ARE YOU PUTTING SUCH THOUGHTS INTO MY HEAD? i want hyunjin to give me a private show (not in an nsfw way i swear) he looks so enchanting on stage, i'd love to sit in front of him, alone with him and just watch him dance. he puts so much thought and emotion in his movements, it's amazing how he could do that all while ensuring every move is precise. making it all look easy is also one thing. oh the winks would be the death of me. i feel like he'd cling on u right after too <333 will ask for lil reward kisses after practise <3 did u see the vid of felix lifting his shirt up to make people scream for muddy water? hes in his hot guy and he knows it era. love it for him 🙏

also, today, seungmin and felix went live. i got to watch it and it was so chaotic T_T it was them attempting to make candy but failing at doing so </3 i mean what did we expect from them tbh.

hope ur day is going well, sweet darling. thousand of kisses for u <333!!

[maptrust]

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[hakkais-hoe]

Lol I have a fun request for you

Bonten x reader (can be headcanons or scenarios) who go around pranking each other and what types of pranks they pull with their 'partner(s) in crime' aka their s/o (although I think Rindo will be rans number 1 partner in crime, s/o is just the actual brains of the operation between the two😆)

Bonus if they also try to prank s/o but they wind up turning it around on them someway lol

Ooo yesss I feel like the trio of you know who would be the worst for this shit n complete dark horse but also Mochi, will I elaborate? Definitely not

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Ran

The worst little shit goin

This man pulls em on everyone but Mikey (too scared of dying rn)

Definitely pulls the fake cheating shit on his s/o enjoys their reactions

Ooo on the him n Rindou ones they do old shit like putting salt in Mochis coffee or they set up random shit like that clear cellophane stuff over the doorways then they shout someone in frantically, just to watch them fling about.

Always filming shit

Once set his s/o up to see a load of texts between him and a “woman”, said woman was actually Rin who was ofc in on the prank, then coincidentally had you show up at a club where he was seen with said “woman”, whole ass elaborate fake cheating crap, gets home to see you throwing all his clothes and belongings out of the window. Tries not to smile as he pretends to not know what the fuss is about, his s/o would have to blow up and scream bloody murder. He’s pissing himself laughing slapping his legs the whole shabam.

Got it all on video ofc n played it to Bonten the next day (he’d not sleeping on his office couch)

Sanzu

Old school pranks

Puts laxatives in the other execs drinks for the shits n giggles, sticks whoopee cushions on peoples chairs, itching powder in their clothes.

Throws fake spiders and cockroaches at Rindou and Koko, they don’t half scream

Doesn’t usually prank his s/o but when he does it’s those pathetic song lyric things, thinks he’s hilarious

Gets his s/o in on most of his elaborate pranks, has to have someone help his little brain, enjoys throwing those whipped cream pie things at Takeomi just to see his stoic pissed off face

Fills Rans food with toothpaste, gets it launched at him.

Mochi

The best at this shit always kind of hidden things that would just piss people off

Goes above and beyond just to piss off the Haitanis

Once caught Ran drinking all his coloured energy drinks, filled the bottles up with dyed salt water and watches Ran spew it everywhere

Goes into Kokos room and moves things around ever so slightly, tells no one, just watches Koko go slightly insane over time, erases the CCTV every time he goes in

Rindous background picture on his work computer is a picture of him and his s/o and Mochi decided one day to copy the picture like 200 times and put them as a slide show so that it doesn’t change at all apart from one, the 185th picture has Rindous s/o with a moustache and beard. Rindou is convinced he’s either going insane or there’s a massive glitch, tried to call Ran in every time he saw it but it’s always gone by then

Rindou

I want to say he’s good at them but he’s too serious sometimes

Does stupid shit with a straight face but just confuses everyone

Continuously hides his s/o’s things in the weirdest places, they once found all the house cutlery hidden in the wash basket, safe to say they were very concerned

Puts Rans reading glasses in other peoples offices just to dumbfound him

Not very good at pranks all round

Koko

Tells people that Ran is deaf so that if they go to speak to him they’re just straight up shouting at the shocked giraffe

Also not a prank but always brings up that time Ran closed Kakuchos eyes, both men are very uncomfortable with it

Pats people on the shoulder and says “it’s okay don’t worry” when they’ve done nothing wrong just to confuse them and make them question everything

Buys his s/o designer clothes but cuts off the labels and logos just to freak them out

Once stole their s/o’s favourite necklace and hung it over the bedroom light for over 3 weeks before going “babe look up” before bed, safe to say they hate him now

Kakucho, Takeomi, Mikey.

They don’t

Or they do it together just because why not

They do things like putting intense spices on their food so that when the others try steal something they get a moth full of wasabi or hot sauce

Mikey farts under the covers them shouts “spider” to his s/o while pointing up at the ceiling so that they throw the covers over their head and get a lung full of grossness

Takeomi once took his s/o to a candle shop and opened one candle, burped in it then closed it and handed it to his s/o to sniff

Kakucho, Uncaps all of his s/o’s pens, coloured ones them recaps them completely wrong just to be annoying

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[minruko]

accidentally eating weed brownies

ft- luffy, usopp, and chopper

warnings: usage of weed

a/n- this just slapped me in the face at 3 am and i had to finish the thoughts if it wasn’t so late i woulda been cackling at this

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m.d.luffy-

it was completely his idea and all his fault, they looked like normal brownies at the time how was he supposed to know?? he still thought they were good tho if we could think straight anyways

luffy would be uncharacteristically quiet when he’s high, you’ll only know he’s there when you hear him laughing with chopper and usopp cause holy shit a talking reindeer

he’ll just lay on his back on the deck in a starfish position giggling at literally nothing and it creeps the crew out

he’ll laugh at his devil fruit power too

“hey hey look im made outta rubber” cue usopp gasping for air in the background

sometimes he’ll just get really quiet and just think “why are there so many letters in wednesday…” there goes franky counting out the letters

they actually almost left him on the island cause he was so quiet

nami is sick of him randomly appearing in places just to drop his random shower thoughts “why is to, to and too is too but so, is so??”’

“luffy im trying to draw a map what the fuck”

usopp-

he just cannot stop laughing

he pointed at luffy on the deck and started laughing which caused luffy to laugh and they were both gasping for air over nothing

he has gotten scared by brook “HOLY SHIT A SKELETON???”

he just starts laughing at his plants for moving weirdly, and starts to ‘move’ with them

cannot take him nowhere literally everything is a joke, enemy fire? he’s laughing his ass off cause the canons look funny, marines?? also laughing his ass off cause they fr chose a bird as they logo come on now

he blacked out and swore he was in a completely different place but he was just on an island

makes fun of the crew with chopper and stops to process that he’s talking to a reindeer rn and just starts laughing

he also does stupid things on a whim too he set fire to the kitchen accidentally and sanji about killed him

the laughing made it worse cause well yea

chopper-

when i tell you he’s in a different dimension

he don’t even know what’s going on it hit him hard, y’all know that one ep where mable ate that candy and she was gone yea that’s him rn

he transforms into his guard point and swears on his mama that he flying

“im flying!!”

cue chopper rolling around the ship unintentionally chasing sanji around like a bolder

sanji almost cooked him up for emergency meat

has to take in the fact that he’s a reindeer “theres a talking reindeer?? WAIT IM THE REINDEER???”

forgets he can’t swim and dives into the water bc it’s apparently a sunny day even tho it could be storming

avoided death 15 times in one day

he says a string of curses and robin just looks and franky with a look that says “you taught him that didn’t you.”

swears he got locked outta his office and panics calls usopp to help but givin the situation he’s laughin at reindeer chopper

turns out he had to push and not pull and he was like “a door????? wait a damn minute”

[shobioo]

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Sighing you sipped a cup of coffee a waitress had brought to you. Currently, you have been waiting on Suna. He wasn’t later or anything, but you were wondering what ‘surprise’ he had in store for you. Listening to the sound of drinks being made and orders being taken your mind wandered. Maybe, maybe you should go on that trip.

I mean, you were getting tired of your boss so maybe asking for time off wouldn’t do you any harm…then again, you were the head assistant. Your eyebrows furrowed as you thought about it more. (God, who were you kidding you weren’t going to ask for overtime)

“(Y/N)? You alright?” A familiar tone made you snap back into reality. You smiled as you stared at Suna in front of you, “Yeah, kinda got lost in thought.” You groan. “How long have you been here?”

“I just sat down, but that’s not what we should be focusing on. Here” He says turning over to grab something, you tilt your head slightly. “What?”

Just as you were about to ask what he was talking about a small rectangular box was set on the table. Your eyes widened as you set down the almost empty cup, you take it into your hands. “This…this is.” Your voice trailed as you stared at it, Rintaro cleared his throat smiling slightly. “A gift.”

“I don’t know anything about coffee…but I felt like you’d like this.” He said as he watched you hold the hand coffee grinder package close to your chest, a smile stretched over your face as you stared down at it. “And it’s nice to have another hobby other than working and stuff.” Suna shrugged.

“I don’t know if I can accept this though…”

“Yeah, you can.”

You let out a breath of astonishment. You didn’t know what you could’ve done to really deserve this, you wanted to ask. But knowing Rin he would’ve said he just found it and it reminded him of you, looking at the logo one more time you let out a chuckle.

“You’ve changed a lot, you know that?”

Suna’s question made you pull back into the conversation. You raise an eyebrow, “Me?” You haven’t felt like you changed, you still felt like a workaholic and one that really enjoyed coffee shops. “I don’t know, maybe it’s because I haven’t seen you in years. But you are a lot brighter than what you were before.” He admitted.

“Really?”

“Yeah, the way you work hard. Even I don’t think I could be able to keep up with him.” He chuckled, you muttered; “It’s nothing.” You never really been praised for your work before, it’s something new for you. You were quite taken aback by it too. “Seriously, it seems like your whole life is just work.”

“It is not.” You roll your eyes, Suna hummed. “Sure. Oh, yeah how did your coffee report go. You’re really excited about that project I swear the way your eyes practically light up when you talk about it, is something else.”

You look down at your box, a small sadness stabbed at your heart. “Oh. I overdid it and I have to rewrite it, it wasn’t going to be our project anyways.” You clear your throat slightly scratching your head. “I was just ordered to look over it and then transfer it to another department…I didn’t do that.” You chuckle awkwardly. “So…I’m revising it.” You sniffled.

And unknown to you, you were doing something Suna had thought he forgot you could…You were crying.

Taken aback he moved his chair over to yours. “(Y/N)?”

“Oh wow.” Tears streamed down your face as you awkwardly laughed to brush it off. “I’m sorry…for making you see this.” You clutch the box tighter as the top of it was now stained with your tears. “I don’t know what’s gotten into me.”

“What’s wrong? Did something happen?” Rintaro asked, he had never been the best at comforting you. Nonetheless he tried, giving you some tissues. And waved off any on looking strangers. “Nothing happened...” You stated as you wipe your eyes with the tissues.

“I just do whatever I’m told. I just have to do whatever my boss wants me to do.” You trailed, and you rub your eyes. “I think that’s what’s got me so worked up.”

“If I work hard, no one can kick me out or belittle me – “You paused before sighing. “I won’t have to give a shit about what others have to say.” You then look stared at the box. “But I think I’m getting greedy.” You rant. You stop for a second, “Why am I saying all of this?” Raw emotions that you tried your best to keep hidden finally spewed out. “I really don’t know who I am – I wanted to get a job and become independent. And I thought I’d be happy on my own.” You assumed you had everything that could make a person happy, you had everything you could have ever wanted. “So why isn’t it making me happy?” You ask nobody.

“If I think that I finally have happiness and try to touch it…it just falls apart like grains of sand.”

You wipe your face more with the now damp and crumbled tissue. “It’s so unfair that it makes me angry – where’s my happiness? It feels like I’m just living someone else’s life.” You trailed; you stopped noticing that you were ranting. You clear your throat, chuckling. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have let you see me like this.”

“You probably have it much harder- “Warm arms wrap themselves in you, tensing up slightly as you look around. Not before relaxing into the touch, “You can be happy, (Y/N).”

Your eyes widened. “What?” Suna pulled away from you, “If you have people who are there for you and support you, you can be happy.”

“So, I’ll share my happiness with you, got it?”

You studied his face, his face was soft and for a moment you wanted to think he was pitying you, but you couldn’t see him doing that.

“Got it.”

– Lol I almost cried when making this-

– Y/N DESERVES TO BE HAPPY SPAM IT IN THE COMMENTS RN

– them❤️

– I stayed up really late trying to edit this — plz

– BUT I LOVE IT!!!

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[burnedbyshoto]

peeping tom(mina)

— Mina finds a peephole in her room that looks directly into your room and discovers a sight that slightly rocks her entire life.

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pairing: ashido mina x fem!reader

warning: 18+, smut, voyeur!mina, mutual masturbation, vibrator, dildos, finger fucking, cursing, peephole, lesbianism

word count: 2,815

a/n: sorry its a day late!!!! have some pervy roommate mina rn and some abo shiggy in about a few hours!!!!

kinktober day 11 main kink: voyeurism | kinktober masterlist

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Mina has a dirty secret.

And just thinking about it makes her shy, and she has never been a shy girl.

Since she could fully understand what sex was, she had always been someone who was incredibly sex-positive. Mina was also a full-body worshiper, someone who found everyone’s bodies hot and attractive. It never really surprised anyone when they found this out. She was always the type to point out how that person’s ass looked hot in jeans, or how that shirt made that person’s boobs look full, soft, and luscious. She held back at absolutely nothing, making sure to let everyone know her opinion on how and why she currently found them attractive. 

So the ones she would eventually bring to bed were also unsurprised by the enthusiasm she held when she kissed down their bodies, fingers massaging every piece of skin and muscle as she moaned praises. To Mina, bodies were a temple, and when she was visiting, she was going to make sure you knew how fascinating she thought it to be.

Even now, at twenty-two, she never hated pointing out what she thought to be positive about people’s bodies. It was almost second nature.

“Can you please tell me why your legs look hot as fuck in those sweats?!” Mina practically screamed, dramatically fanning herself when you walked into the kitchen.

It was Saturday night, and Mina found herself in her apartment, blinds are drawn open, blankets were strewn around the living room, and hot homemade food sizzling on the stove. You were her roommate, and you’ve been her roommate for about seven months now. Both of you had met in a college class, being paired up multiple times for a few projects in the year had created an unlikely friendship that resulted in a roommate contract because you were moving to Tokyo after graduation, and hey! So was Mina!

You snorted by the stove, flipping the sweet crepes you had been making for the both of you in the pan. Turning your head to look at Mina, you playfully winked at her, posing your body in faux-seductive ways while you dipped your head back. 

“What can I say, the sweats of a heartbroken ex always look hotter on a champions fat ass.”

Mina laughed loudly, her hands bringing her sweet rosé to her lips, taking a long, deep drink of the alcoholic beverage. “I can’t believe you keep your exes clothes! I burn all of mine,” Mina states as if the two of you hadn’t already had this conversation a thousand times. 

“I don’t think you can talk!” you scoff, spatula in hand, flipping the light sweet into a roll. “You’re the one who goes and buys actual metals for every successive man you fuck! And you have sooo many metals!”

Also, something that had been repeated a million times, and yet never failed to get either one of you two in some laughing flush. 

“I do have so many metals,” Mina sighs, the grin on her face bright and proud while you walk over, crepes in hand. Thanking you for the food, Mina waited for you to settle down next to her before resuming the movie the two of you had decided to watch. “I promise, y/n, if you just look a guy in the eye and tell him you like his shoulders and his thighs, you’ll get him in bed in a blink of an eye.”

You hum, taking a chug of the rosé straight from the bottle, releasing it with a small pop that made Mina’s eyes rest on your swollen, wet lips. 

“Yeah, no. You see, I’m not really interested in that sort of stuff,” you admit, taking a bite from the crepe as the movie slowly becomes background noise.

“You haven’t dated anyone since high school,” Mina more than points out, tugging at the indeed high school logoed sweatpants. “That was like, four years ago, and you don’t sleep around?! What is it? You waiting for the Prince of some unknown country to come and wed you without you realizing he’s a prince? I mean, you can totally do that, especially with that hot bod of yours, but I know all the princes our age, none of them are even remotely hot!”

Mina watched as your eyes dropped to your food, the smile on your face small, maybe a bit... sad?

“It’s not that,” you shrugged, your eyes moving to lock on Mina. “Mina, I’m gay.”

What?

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“WHAT?!”

A shit-eating grin spread on your face, and you nodded, taking another gulp of the rosé and shoving more crepe in your mouth. 

“YOU’RE TELLING ME YOU ALLOWED ME TO HAVE HETEROSEXUAL SEX WITH YOU IN THE APARTMENT AND DIDN’T TELL ME?!” Mina shrieked, suddenly mortified with her actions as her fingers clenched her curly pink hair. “WHAT ABOUT ALL THOSE MEN I TRIED HOOKING YOU UP WITH?! I mean, I know you didn’t fuck any of them, which ended up all fine because I would have cried if Kiri, Denki, or Sero stopped showing up.”

“Mina!” you laughed.

“I can’t believe you allowed me to force men on you; I’m so sorry, sweetie!”

Mina froze when your warm fingers suddenly grabbed onto hers, pulling her cold palms near your chest as your slightly glazed with alcohol eyes took her in.

“Listen, Mina, I’ll say this once, and I’ll repeat this. I didn’t tell you because I don’t care to share my sexuality. Not only that but all those men you introduced me to almost made me wish I was straight! Almost, but they’re a bit too…” Mina watched you trail off, your hammering heart a gentle smooth on her fingers.

“Stupid?” Mina tried, and you laughed as you nodded.

“Yeah, stupid.”

Mina gulped, her head nodding while you finally let go of her hands and sighed.

“Don’t be weird about it, Pinky,” you muse, shoving your shoulder against her. “I won’t hit on ya.”

Mina scoffed, clearly offended, “I think you should, though, my body is hot, and my kisses are just as good.”

It was said in jest, and Mina’s heart fluttered at the way you laughed with her in good spirits. That was normal, right?

Eventually, the contents of the rosé disappeared between the two of you, the movie long done, and the crepes sitting warm and sweet in your stomachs. Mina smiled brightly as she waved at you a simple goodnight as she needed to reorganize her snacks cabinet. Hearing the small click of your room door, Mina slumped against the counter, a weird feeling in her brain at the sudden revelation from you.

It didn’t make you any different in her eyes, she wasn’t a bigot, but there was something different.

Something new.

The cabinet wasn’t fixed up at all, Mina’s attention span forbidding her from reorganizing the cabinet until she turned off the lights and dragged her feet back into her room, conveniently located directly next to yours.

The apartment layout was weird.

Instead of a typical hallway separating the two rooms, it was a single, thin wall.

Now, Mina would categorize herself as many things, but dramatic was never one of them. But the way she had slammed her door in an attempt to clear the muggy storm of her thoughts might have been dramatic of her. Maybe a bit too dramatic. 

A loud tear came from the right side of her room, and Mina gasped loudly as the shelf showcasing her plethora of medals for all her sexual conquests tore the wall as it fell off. Stupid heavy bitch! Racing over to the wall, Mina frantically grabbed at the tearing cheap wallpaper, her eyes wide with worry as she tried to fix the shelf to no avail.

“M-Mina, are you okay?” a gasped breath came from the direct another side of the wall. 

“It’s all good!” Mina laughed loudly, her heart pounding because she was going to confess what was going on the second you asked again, as you usually do. But the only thing that followed was the roaring of her blood and heart as she stared at the wall.

Weird.

Mina didn’t dwell on it for too long, her hands throwing the medals off the shelf and onto the bed as she picked at the wall. Oh no, oh no, oh no.

She grazed the center of the wall and watched in horror as the wall crumbled at the touch, and she bit her tongue to keep from hysterically sobbing as a hole opened up from your room to hers. All things considered, it wasn’t a big hole, no bigger than the diameter of her pinky, but it was still a hole in the wall.

Despite the crack in the wall, Mina swore or prayed that it wasn’t as bad as it seemed. Pressing to the hole, she peered in and froze immediately. 

There weren’t many things in the world that made Mina freeze, but this was one of them. Her eye pressed to the wall saw that you were on the bed. Your sweats dropped around your ankles, shirt bunched above your breasts so that your fingers twisted and pulled at your nipples. The other hand held a vibrator to your clit.

Your face was scrunched up, the low hum of the vibrator suddenly piercing through the small crack in the wall, alerting Mina of a straight fire that erupted between her thighs as she watched you fuck yourself. The arch of your back when you come off the mattress makes her thighs rub together, and how your lips part in what she knows to be the most delicious moan, she’s ever managed to hear.

Mina isn’t sure when you stop masturbating that night, or even more importantly: when her panties became as fucking wet as they are.

She manages to put the shelf back onto the wall, her face absolutely red as she turns off the lights, ashamed to even go to the bathroom despite the discomfort of the slick between her folds. She dreams of having your mouth between her legs that night.

It doesn’t stop there, Mina’s ashamed to admit. 

As a matter of fact, she’s probably obsessed. 

She definitely didn’t keep her ear to the wall, desperately waiting to hear the low hum of the vibrator through the wall. She definitely didn’t pull the still broken shelf from the wall to peer through that crack to watch as you fucked yourself. She definitely does not, and she means, does not rub her fingers against her clit as she watches you.

But what was she currently doing when she heard the all too familiar consistent humming of one of your plenty of vibrators? She was stumbling off her bed, throwing the shelf off the wall, and using the crack in the wall to stare into your room. Except as she now unashamedly moved her fingers into her swats, fingertips grazing her already humming clit, she froze at the new sight she saw.

Typically, when you masturbated, you would lay along your bed. Your body laid out flat from the side for Mina to see. She never actually saw the slick of your cunt, or the way your pretty cunt would look like as you fucked yourself against a dildo. But today? Oh god, today was different.

You were propped up against the wall, your legs pressed open for Mina to see in all your glory. Your slicked, pretty pussy revealed for her eyes, and your head leaning against the wall as she watched. 

Mina moaned as her fingers began to rub her clit, the already fluttering, simmering sensation radiating from her bundle of nerves too tight, too demanding to ignore. She circled her clit as your fingers dipped into your core, and she bit her lower lip at the refined look of elation that wiped over your face. 

Your fingers moved in and out of your cunt, and Mina was hooked on the very exact angle your fingers were going in. Her mind wandering as she imagined that it was her in there with you. That it was her holding her fingers to your cunt, and not just fantasizes that drove her insane. Mina gasped as suddenly the dormant warmth in her legs sparked into a growing fire that made her legs shake and had her resting her forehead upon the wall.

Her eyes struggled to open when your feet kicked up off the mattress, toes curled to the balls of your feet as you keened loudly. A whimper left her lips at the way you moaned, the soft, beautiful sounds making Mina sink an impatient hand in her core.

She fucked herself, her eyes fluttering, lips gasping for air as she pressing her warm fingers against her even warmer walls. Mina gasped your name, her eyes trying to focus on that wall, and was absolutely frozen at the sight she saw next. 

You were holding a double ended dildo to your cunt, fucking your sopping wet cunt that Mina swore she could hear from her room. The vibrator was still on your clit, and Mina snapped her hips further, stronger into her scissoring fingers. It felt like you were teasing her with the toy as if you knew she was watching in and were teasing and testing her limits. Mina could feel herself shoving that dildo as far up her cunt as she could get it, her hands holding on to your beautiful thighs and bringing you in so that your slick cunts could grind against each other, fuck each other properly. If her brain wasn’t so muddled, she wouldn’t be thinking you were looking at her right now through the peephole, and she wouldn’t be thinking about the million different ways she’d fuck you given the opportunity. She wondered if you had a strap. Would you wear it if her fantasies were to ever come true? Would she? 

Mina couldn’t dwell on the secrets she wished to know because suddenly, you let out one of the loudest, most lewd moans Mina had ever heard emitted from your swollen lips. The slick of her heat and the wet of her essence easily letting her fingers glide about her clenching walls with practiced, well-known ease. You gasped, your eyes fluttering to the back of your head as your hand holding the dildo became more frantic, sloppier, before stopping altogether, and although you had reached an orgasm — Mina swore she saw god. 

Your orgasmic euphoric face was unlike anything Mina had ever seen.

The flustered, quiet pleasure reeking from every small line in your face, the way your mouth dropped just enough so that your pink tongue was on full display, the way you fought between biting down on your lip or letting yourself moan in your high. But it was the way your eyes crossed that sent Mina’s forehead slamming against her fist on the wall, muting the way Mina felt her walls clench wildly and tightly around her curled, lithe fingers.

She breathed in her descent, her cheeks burning with the same and bliss she always felt after orgasming. It wasn’t fair she came so soon watching you fuck yourself, especially as she knew she typically took so long in bed with men to make cum.

“Do you want to try it out?” your voice slipped into the room, and Mina froze, her blood suddenly turning ice cold. Her eyes snapped back to the dirty peephole to see that you were, in fact, staring into the hole, hand sliding the dildo into your cunt still, still willing and ready to go more round. “It gets a little lonely putting on a show for you night after night, Mina, and for you to never come and collect your prize.”

Mina swallowed, her eyes blinking owlishly at the way you shifted forward, turning so that your ass was in the air, knees, and chest on the mattress.

You knew.

“Come and collect your prize, please.”

“Y-Yes!”

Mina learned two things that night.

One: she especially and equally enjoyed having listless amounts of body worship mantra on her skin. The feeling of wet lips and hot breathes with things she was so used to giving made her cum around your pretty little fingers much more than she’d ever thought possible.

Two: you had known after the first night that she had caught you masturbating. Apparently, Mina was much louder than she thought herself to be, and when whining your name — she doesn’t remember even speaking — you had known and did all you could to finally getting your impulsive roommate to fuck you.

Oh, and I guess there is one more thing too!

Three: Mina had the absolute hots for you and was going to take you out for a proper date, tomorrow.

[sleepysnk]

welcome to team player! this is the prologue for my Eren fic! i hope you all enjoy. i worked really hard on this and i hope you all will tune in for this fic :).

Team Player: Prologue

Pairings: Eren Jaeger x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Eren being an ass

Word Count: 4.1k

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(Y/N) plopped down in a chair in her biology class. It was her first day of college, attending Trost University was one of her biggest accomplishments. She never thought she'd get accepted into such a big school, her parents were very proud of her. 

(Y/N) was a very smart student. In high school she managed to maintain a very high GPA, and a perfect report card. Her parents like to say the girl was a genius. Her passion to become a doctor motivated her to excel, causing her studies to be a number one priority. . 

Her eyes wandered up as she noticed other students arrive into the classroom. Many just sat down and put their heads down, or just went onto their phones. 

(Y/N) looked around the classroom at the Professor who was waiting for students to enter. 

The door opened and a brunette boy with short hair and green eyes, wearing the football jersey with the school’s logo, entered the classroom. He was with another guy who had lighter brown hair, he was a bit taller than the brunette, and his face was a bit long. The two seemed to be chatting with each other about something, as they were laughing as soon as they entered. 

The two boys sat down next to each other and kept talking. Realizing class hadn’t started, (Y/N) looked at her phone in boredom, the room still silent. 

"Good morning. I hope you all are having a great morning so far. I'd like to welcome you all to Biology, I hope we have a great semester together, my name is Professor Klein," he said and smiled at everyone. 

Many students stayed quiet and just stared at the Professor. The two boys in the class kept talking, which somewhat distracted (Y/N) from listening to the Professor. 

"May I ask for you both to be quiet? You're interrupting," Professor Klein said and crossed his arms at the two boys. 

The brunette looked over and nodded. "Sure.. my bad" he said and chuckled a bit. 

(Y/N) rolled her eyes, she always disliked kids like that. Constant interruption, acting like they owned the class, etc. It bothered her a lot. 

"I'm going to start off with introducing something I do every year. You all are going to be doing a project, I know it's just the beginning, but this project will show me what you know. I'm going to pair you with someone in the class, I'd rather have you all get to know each other, and this is a great opportunity for that," he explained, picking up a piece of paper. 

Many groans came from the students, even (Y/N) let out one. She always resented working with people she didn't know, she didn't know anyone in this class either, which made her situation more difficult. 

As the professor began to call names for the project, (Y/N) zoned out as she waited for her name, heart racing in anticipation, wondering who her partner would be. 

"(Y/N) (L/N) and Eren Jaeger, raise your hands please," Professor Klein said and looked up. 

(Y/N) raised her hand and looked over at the brunette boy who sat with his friend. The one who was distracting the whole class. Great, just what she needed. 

She noticed his friend snicker a bit when he saw her, she rolled her eyes and looked back up front listening to the other students whose names were being called. 

"That should be it… anyone who has any questions about the project should ask me. This won't be a grade, but you should do your best. I expect you all to work together, please work equally on this. Presentations will be on Thursday," Professor Klein explained and leaned against his desk. "You may now move and sit with your partners," he added. 

(Y/N) stood up and grabbed her bag. She secretly knew that he wasn't going to move, so she just did it herself. 

She noticed his friend left and left a spot for her to sit next to him. (Y/N) looked at Eren who was on his phone laughing about something. He looked over and noticed her standing there

"You're my partner huh?" he asked.

She sat down next to him. "Yeah.. I am," she replied and avoided his gaze. 

Eren placed his phone down on the table. "So what are we doing? I wasn't paying attention," he asked and looked at her. 

She sighed and looked towards him. "It's just a project on basic Biology. It's on the packet" she said and looked at the pieces of paper. 

He looked down at the paper and rolled his eyes. "Oh.. ew, so uh.. is this done on Google Slides or something?" he asked. 

(Y/N) looked over at him again. "Yeah it is… I'll make it and share it with you," she replied and grabbed her laptop in her bag. 

Eren looked over at Jean who was on the other side of the room talking with his partner. He laughed a bit trying to get his attention. She bit down on her tongue from saying something, annoyed by his childish behavior to grab Jean’s attention. 

"What's your email?" she asked and looked over at Eren. 

He looked back at her. "Oh.. uh, here let me put it in" he replied and grabbed her laptop. 

She sighed and watched as he typed his email into her computer. She noticed how he kept looking over at Jean across the room, she just wanted this class to be over already. 

"Here," Eren said and pushed her laptop back to her. 

(Y/N) shared the slides with Eren and sort of sat there, he wasn't even talking with her, or even making an effort to discuss the project. She knew this was going to be a problem, as much as she wanted to stay back and tell the Professor to switch her partner, she didn't want to come off as 'that' student. 

She looked over at Eren. "Can you give me your number? We should do this outside of class too," she asked and nodded. 

Eren chuckled a bit. "Oh, you want my number? Alright… here," he said and smirked as he motioned for her phone. 

She handed her phone to him and watched as he entered his number into her phone. Within seconds Eren handed it back to her with a cocky smirk on his face. 

"I don't give many girls my number, so consider yourself lucky," he said and shrugged. 

(Y/N) rolled her eyes and felt gross. Who would want to give a guy like that their number? She felt so grossed out by the situation. It made her cringe inside. 

"Where do you wanna meet up?" she asked. 

Eren looked on his phone. "Uh… I don't know. Your dorm or something? I have practice after classes, so we'll have to meet later," he replied. 

She nodded. "Okay.. just text me. I'll send you my dorm number," she said and looked at her laptop. 

He leaned back in his chair. "Alright, bet," he said and looked at Jean. 

"You're all dismissed! Have an amazing rest of your day," Professor Klein said and looked around at the students. 

(Y/N) put her stuff away and stood up. She watched Eren join with his friend, already out of the classroom. A wave of relief washed over her body when class ended, but she dreaded seeing him. She already disliked the brunette, and being his partner made things worse. 

-

Hours went by and (Y/N) was sitting on her bed in her dorm. She was expecting Eren to arrive soon, she silently prayed he didn't forget to meet with her. Considering how he didn't even pay attention to her, it could be a possibility. 

She sat on her laptop just staring at the project in front of her, Biology wasn't something she wanted to take since she already took it her freshman year of high school, but it was recommended. She wasn't sure why someone like Eren would be in a science class, he seemed more interested in sports rather than science crap. 

(Y/N) felt her phone vibrate, she grabbed her phone off the small table next to her bed. Her roommate was gone doing whatever, so she just kind of put her stuff there. She noticed the text from Eren. 

Eren: hey, uhhhh are we still linking? 

(Y/N): yeah? my dorm number is 403.

Eren: betttt, i'm omw rn. see u there ;)

(Y/N) rolled her eyes at the message. She felt a bit of relief that he still remembered to show up, she just wasn't sure how this was going to go. She hadn't hung out with a guy by herself in awhile. 

A knock came from the other side of the door, she sat up and walked over, Eren stood behind the door with his backpack. He was visibly sweating, he just came from practice. 

"Hey," Eren said. 

(Y/N) gave a small smile. "Hey.. come in" she replied and moved so he could enter. 

He looked around her dorm and placed his bag down. "Nice dorm.." he said and walked around. 

She shut the door and went to her side of the room. "Thanks.. um, you can sit here," she said and moved her things off the table near her bed. 

Eren looked on his phone and grabbed his bag, he sat down at her table and looked at her as she leaned back against the wall. 

"So uh.. I was thinking we could do the project a certain way" he said and took out his laptop. 

(Y/N) nodded. He had ideas? "How? What do you wanna do?" she asked and furrowed her brows. 

He leaned back in the chair. "Uh.. just do bullet points, it's much easier. It gets the information out," he replied and looked at her. 

She was displeased by his suggestion. Bullet points seemed too half assed, and she would rather not make a fool of herself in front of the teacher. 

"I don't know if we should do that, but let's just start with research," she said and looked down at her laptop. 

Eren furrowed his brows and just went back on his phone. (Y/N) looked at the packet for what was required for the project, it wasn't too hard. They could probably get it done within a day or two. 

(Y/N) looked up to see Eren just staring at her. Awkwardness rushed through her as she caught his eyes. 

"You're really pretty you know? I never knew pretty girls took Biology," he said and winked at her. 

She rolled her eyes and just looked down at her laptop. "Can we move on? Did you get the project?" she asked. 

Eren leaned back. "Yeah I did… but we have two days to do it. Don't rush princess," he replied and chuckled a bit. 

(Y/N) cringed as she heard that nickname come from his mouth. "Please don't call me that," she said in a serious tone. 

Eren looked at her and looked on his laptop. "Jeez.. I was just messing with you. Anyway, which slides are mine?" he asked and scrolled through the slideshow. 

She looked at him. "The one's with your initials are yours," she replied and ran a hand through her (h/c) hair. 

He nodded. "Oh… okay, shit I'm fucking stupid," he said and started laughing. 

Within the next hour, barely any progress was made. Eren’s antics began to annoy the girl, whether it be him sitting on his phone or calling her nicknames that she hated. His laziness with not working on his slides, began to light an anger in her. 

"That's funny as hell.. did you see this?" Eren asked and showed her a random video she had no care to see. 

(Y/N) looked at him. "Are you gonna do any work? That's why you're here, I don't know why you're just sitting here on your phone doing nothing," she said and crossed her arms. 

He seemed a bit surprised at her words. "Yeah I'll do something.. just relax," he said and grabbed his laptop.

She rolled her eyes. "You said that an hour ago, you realize if you don't do shit you aren't gonna get credit? That's on you, not me" she said.

Eren furrowed his brows. "Are you on your period or something? All you're doing is complaining. It's just a damn project, it isn't even worth a grade either. Judging off your slides too you're adding way too much information, just do it this way and that's it," he said. 

She scoffed. "My period? You sound so stupid right now. I rather work hard on this project to not fuck up my first year, and I'm adding information so it doesn't look half-assed like your idea" she replied. 

He rolled his eyes. "My idea is half-assed? My idea was better than yours! You're making it all extra," he said and started to raise his voice a little. 

(Y/N) had enough and stood up. "Get the fuck out." she said and pointed at the door. 

Eren looked up at her. "What? No, you asked me to help with the project so I'm here doing it," he replied. 

"I said.. get. the. fuck. out." she said. "I'm not gonna ask again! Leave." she added and pointed at the door again. 

He slammed his laptop and grabbed it, shoving it into his bag. "Fine, bye then" he said and walked out giving her the middle finger. 

(Y/N) slammed the door to her dorm, and sat back down on her bed. She rubbed her temples in frustration at what just happened, he really was an asshole. She absolutely hated guys like Eren, they act all cool and better than everyone else, but they're really just idiots who are actually stupid. 

She lied down on her bed and shut her laptop, she was too frustrated to even look at it. She silently prayed that Eren would just do his part, and get it over with. 

-

The next day Eren was in a horrible mood. Everything that happened the night before left him mad at (Y/N). He even ranted to his roommate Armin about it, claiming she was being a total "bitch" for no reason. Of course, his roommate just sat there and listened. Secretly knowing that it was kind of his fault. 

Eren came into Biology the next morning and saw (Y/N) sitting in her seat. She was on her phone, not seeming to be paying attention to anything. 

Jean sat in their usual spot. "Hey! You finally made it" he said and looked at him. 

Eren placed his stuff down and sighed. "I'm fucking tired… I should have just skipped, but Armin makes so much damn noise" he replied and looked on his phone. 

Jean nodded and leaned back in his chair. "How did it go with your partner yesterday? She gave you some of that?" he asked and winked. 

Eren looked over and scoffed. "No.. she was a total bitch though. She got pissed at me for not working.. then she got all mad and told me to leave her dorm," he replied. 

Jean furrowed his brows and looked over at (Y/N), she was still on her phone. "Damn.. you know.. you should get back at her for that," he said and smirked. 

He seemed genuinely confused on what he meant. Eren was always in for messing with people, like the time during summer camp he stole the towels, and Reiner had to walk out butt-naked in the hallway. 

"How?" Eren asked intrigued by what Jean had to say. 

He chuckled. "Fuck up the project, embarrass the fuck out of her. She seems to be a really smart student, plus it wouldn't even fuck up your grade. Just do it, it would be so funny" Jean explained. 

Eren felt a devilish smirk grow onto his face. "Say less… don't say anything though. I'm gonna act like I'm doing shit, then change it later tonight," he said and laughed a bit. 

Jean laughed and tapped his arm. "I'll keep quiet," he said and looked towards the front as the Professor began to speak. 

"I hope you all had an amazing day yesterday. I know being in University is scary, but I believe you all will get comfortable soon. Your projects are due tomorrow, and presentations will begin tomorrow as well, make use of your time! I can't wait to see them, you may move with your partners," Professor Klein said and smiled. 

Jean stood up and winked at Eren as he went to sit with his own partner. His eyes wandered to (Y/N) who was still sitting in her spot. He figured she was still mad about yesterday, so he decided to just go sit next to her. 

He came in her spot and plopped his stuff on the ground. "Hey," he said and looked at her. 

(Y/N) didn't respond and just stared at her laptop, she was typing in the slideshow. "Hello?" Eren asked and snapped his fingers in her face.

She tapped her Airpod and removed it. "Huh? What do you want?" she asked and furrowed her brows. 

He sighed. "I'm here to work with you..? At least let me do my part, my bad about yesterday," he said and looked at her. 

(Y/N) shrugged and looked back at her laptop. "Just finish your part and get it over with… I just want this project to be done," she replied and put her Airpod back in. 

Eren looked at the slideshow and tried his best to make his work similar to (Y/N)'s, it would at least put her at ease. He'd wait until midnight to mess it up, he figured he'd put some kind of meme to play, and that would do it. 

The class time seemed to fly by and Professor Klein dismissed everyone for the day. 

"You actually did some good work today," (Y/N) said and looked at Eren as she packed up her things. 

He chuckled. "Thank you… you should have believed in me," he said and slung his backpack over his shoulder. "See you later" he added and exited the classroom. 

(Y/N) felt at ease knowing that the project was going smoothly, maybe something clicked in his brain. She walked out of the class not knowing what was about to go down tomorrow. 

-

Time seemed to fly by all day, Eren had just gotten back from practice all day. His muscles felt tired from the workouts and running he had to do, that's mainly why Eren was at Trost. 

As a wide receiver, he was offered a scholarship in his senior year of highschool. The coaches at his school believed that he was at a level of greatness, and was well liked by his teammates. As a great athlete, he was able to lead his team to playoff victories and a championship title. No one has their doubts, as his number one goal was to play at the professional level. 

"How was practice?" Armin asked as Eren entered the room almost sweaty. 

He sighed. "It was fine… our first game is in a few weeks and I'm excited." he replied and smiled a bit. 

The blonde nodded and looked down at his laptop. "Did things ever work out with that girl from yesterday?" he asked. 

Eren felt a smirk grow onto his face. "Yeah! Yeah it did… things are fine," he replied and laughed a bit. 

Armin shrugged and went back to his own work, not worrying about whatever Eren was going to do. 

Within a few hours, it was midnight. Armin was fast asleep in his own bed, while Eren was up looking at the project. (Y/N) was last active in it about 2 hours ago, so it was perfect timing for him to change things up his way. Eren cracked his knuckles and began working on everything, he changed the long paragraphs to shorter sentences and bullet points. Adding his own pictures and finally the video. 

It was a random meme video he found and pasted the link onto the document. He snickered and laughed as he saved it all, this was going to be quite the surprise for the class and (Y/N) tomorrow. 

-

Morning soon came upon both Eren and (Y/N). Eren dreaded getting out of bed, and so did (Y/N). 

She walked into the Biology classroom yawning, she noticed Eren was actually in class earlier than usual. He usually came in about one or two minutes before class started, she just shrugged it off and went to her spot. 

Eren noticed her enter and felt a smile come to his face thinking about what was about to go down. He planned to volunteer first, and that's when things would go down his way. 

Jean entered the class and came over next to Eren. "Yo," he said and shook up with him. 

Eren nodded. "What's up? Did you finish your project?" he asked. 

Jean leaned back in his chair. "Yup… she got it done. What about you? Did you actually fuck with it?" he asked and looked towards Eren. 

He chuckled. "You bet I did.. she has no idea either," he replied and looked at his phone. 

Jean raised his brows in surprise. "You actually fucking did? Holy shit… you're petty as fuck" he said with a laugh. 

"Yes dude I fucking did," Eren replied and laughed along with him. 

Professor Klein stood up and looked at the two. "Alright quiet down… I hope you all spent time working on your projects, now who would like to go first?" he asked and scanned the room. 

Eren's hand shot up. "Me and (Y/N) will go first" he said and smirked. 

(Y/N)'s head snapped to look back at him. "Uh… sure" she said and stood up. 

The two went to the front of the class while Professor Klein sat down in the back, he was shuffling papers. (Y/N) had her laptop and plugged it in to project the slideshow onto the screen. 

Eren was trying to hold in his laughter as Jean had his phone out recording. 

"Alright.. you both may begin" Professor Klein said and leaned back in his chair. 

(Y/N) clicked the next slide and confusion ran through her. Why was everything suddenly changed? Her sentences seemed shorter and less informational. 

She began speaking and stuttered a bit reading it all. She hadn't memorized any of this, and she didn't even remember putting any of this down. Maybe her computer messed up and didn't save everything right away? She wasn't sure. 

Eren read his slides and crossed his arms. Why were his slides different now too? 

(Y/N) could see Professor Klein in the back narrowing his eyes and writing down different things on the paper, she felt embarrassment rushing through her. 

"We have a video to include if that's fine" Eren said and looked in the back. 

Her brows furrowed. "A video? What? I never put a video in there," she said and tapped Eren's arm. 

"Yes you did… you asked me last night," Eren replied and clicked on the link. 

The video began playing and it showed a random meme playing, the audio blasted in the classroom. Jean bursted out laughing and covered his mouth, Eren started chuckling as (Y/N) stood there totally embarrassed and upset over everything. 

"Shut that off now!" Professor Klein yelled and stood up. 

(Y/N) slammed her laptop closed and stood there absolutely horrified with what just happened. 

"Mr.Jaeger and Ms.(L/N), I expected better from the both of you. This project isn't meant to be funny, or a joke. You both are receiving a zero for this assignment, you're both adults not children! That was absolutely inappropriate and unacceptable," he said and crossed his arms. 

Eren composed himself and looked at (Y/N) who wasn't laughing. She seemed genuinely pissed off. 

"That's funny to you?" she asked and looked up at him. "Fuck you Eren… you're a fucking piece of shit," she said and grabbed her laptop. 

"Sit down Eren," Professor Klein said in a serious tone. 

Immediately when she sat, she lowered her head, feeling the gazes of many students. Embarrassment rushed through her veins when deep down she knew it was Eren who messed with the project. 

She felt a piece of paper slam down onto her table. She looked up and saw the rubric circled with zero on it, she looked at Eren and Jean who were laughing. She put her head back down as her eyes brimmed with tears. 

(Y/N) absolutely hated Eren Jaeger from that day forward.

[bentforkent]

CAMP FIREFLY - chapter one

word count: 4,210

content warnings: brief joking mention of child death

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Emily wakes up on the first day of camp feeling like someone is sitting on her chest. It’s the same atmosphere as usual; her head rises from the same old flat pillow to the same old bunk above her. It’s the same atmosphere, sure, but today feels fundamentally different, for it’s the first time she’ll be interacting with real campers. Children. A gaggle of young folk coming to her every day for instruction or nurturing or a hand with the hot-glue stick. She’s been trained for this, of course, but what if she messes up a craft? What if she accidentally says “fuck”?

Wide awake, JJ and Penelope are up and bouncing around the cabin cheerily by the time Emily wiggles her toes and comes to from Dreamland. Emily had only awoken in the first place because the early-rising pair tuned the radio to something upbeat and relatively staticless, cranking up the volume. Emily would’ve considered that very rude had she not already slept in for an extra hour, and had she not been greeted with incredible excitement once her eyes popped open.

“She’s awake!” JJ cheered, Penelope replying with a soft good morning!. Emily took her time pulling her body from the mattress, and now sits still-groggy on the floor by her bunk, trying to do her makeup in a tiny, fogged compact mirror. Penelope is standing behind JJ, braiding bright purple ribbons into her hair.

It’s so early it’s still dark outside, so the three of them are illuminated by a sorta-eerie yellow light, an old light bulb wired smack in the center of the cabin. Penelope’s bags are packed by the door, and when Emily notices them, she feels a pang of sadness upon remembering that Penelope will be moving out to her own cabin with her own group of campers today. Emily will get to stay with JJ, which she thinks is quite nice, because the only other option was a single room all the way over by Rossi’s office all by herself. And she’s finding that she quite likes spending time with JJ and Penelope, so newfound solitude would be a drag.

The bunch have spent their past week in training--learning the lay of the land through semi-degraded VHS tapes of Rossi when he was young and sprightly still, walking through the camp and delivering very specific instructions on how to deal with very specific situations. Penelope was in charge of teaching the fun stuff---chants and traditions and how to make friendship bracelets.

On a particularly sweaty, boring training day, Emily pulled Aaron aside--away from the group who was watching an old-Rossi-video about the lake just behind the camp--and asked him if everything was always like this. Emily wasn’t entirely sure what the “this” was, whether she meant peppy or hot or musty or involved, but Aaron had nodded his head sympathetically and walked Emily back to her seat with a whispered, “You’ll get used to it.” Emily was only a tiny bit aware of Penelope’s eyes fixated on her as she slumped back down in the sticky plastic seat and focused back on Rossi-with-hair explaining the stupid history of the stupid lake.

And used to it she got. Spencer, too.

Turns out he shared the same sentiment as Emily--the, “I’m not entirely sure what’s going on, and I don’t know what the hell I’m doing here, but I don’t hate it,” sentiment, as they’d so concisely dubbed it, when they sat together in the back of the big room training was taking place in, gossiping and giggling as Rossi, real Rossi --- old Rossi --- stood in front of the small group and explained yet another probably-self-explanatory camp rule.

For as much training as it feels like they participate in --- or sit through, rather --- Spencer still wakes up on the first day of Real Camp so stressed out he checks for gray hairs in the mirror.

It turns out that you can sit through a series of convoluted VHS tapes and Penelope-lessons and still not know a thing about what you’re supposed to be doing. It also turns out that while Camp Firefly is clearly very loved, it’s not the most...efficient summer camp of the area. Or the most safe. Or staffed. Or large. In fact, Spencer marvels at the fact people even send their kids here to stay. It’s not that the camp is poorly run or anything (to imply that would be to question the abilities of him and his friends, Spencer acknowledges), but there’s got to be better options, is the point.

Besides the small handful of counselors Spencer had become close with, the staff only consists of a trio of kitchen staff, one (one!) lifeguard, and a male nurse that Spencer had spoken to once and left the conversation supremely uneasy at the poor guy giving any medical advice. Spencer made a mental note to try his hardest to not have any health issues during his time here.

The kitchen staff are older---like, appear-in-the-old-training-videos older, but they entertain the rest of the newer, younger staff with stories of their youth. The nature of Camp Firefly means that they have stories about Spencer’s friends, too, as the majority of them have been going to the camp every summer since they were children, aging up into their jobs as counselors.

Spencer hears about the time an elementary-aged Derek begged to help serve food to the other campers just because, and about the time Penelope and JJ (when the story is told, they call her Jennifer) passed a petition calling for Rossi’s retirement around the whole camp, just because he cancelled the Talent Show. (The petition turned up only 4 signatures, and the Talent Show is no longer a Camp Firefly tradition).

It’s awe-inducing to Spencer that these people around him have lived whole lives in these dingy cabins. They’ve known each other for ages, built relationships and traditions and memories and stories, all because their parents chose the cheapest sleepaway camp option.

Spencer wonders how different his life would have turned out if he’d been indoctrinated into Summer Camp Culture in his youth, whether he’d even be at Camp Firefly now. Probably not. Definitely not.

Everyone is hanging out around Rossi’s office when the first bus arrives, lounging against the walls and picking at their cuticles. The sun is meandering its way over the horizon finally, but it still feels impossibly early. The group wears bright orange Camp Firefly t-shirts that are meant to be matching, but budget things mean that some of the shirts are more worn---Aaron’s has the sleeves cut off, and the logo is largely rubbed off of JJ’s---and some are brand new.

The crackling of the bus’ tires signals it’s presence before the vehicle peeks over the hill, and when it’s finally in everyone’s line of vision, it’s like a switch flips. They’re hooting and hollering, jumping and dancing in the name of welcoming this bus. Spencer has a wild grin on his face, and when he meets Emily’s eyes, they share a look of fondness and excitement.

After the first bus arrives, the day goes by as quickly as a montage--a cluster of quickly moving vignettes.

Spencer watches as a young girl stares up at Derek, eyes wide and full of wonder. He’s lifting her--and three other girls’--duffle bags with ease, muscles flexing and shiny with sweat. Same, Spencer thinks, realizing his expression is most likely the same as the girl’s. Derek flashes him a quick, hot smile, and Spencer grins in return.

Emily executes her first craft--a cluster of glitter and string and construction paper--flawlessly. Each group introduces themselves to her with a chorus of “hi Emily,” and it warms her heart more than she expected. One girl missing her front tooth hangs back as her group is leaving--Penelope’s group is leaving--just to tell Emily that she likes her “funny makeup.” It’s just eyeliner, really, it’s not that funny, but the sentiment makes Emily smile nonetheless.

Aaron has some trouble with children in his group picking beds, a small verbal scuffle breaking out between two campers vying for the last top bunk. Aaron, ever a mediator, solves it with a stern glance at the pair and a reminder that the other option out of the two is a bed near a window, another highly-sought-after spot. They fight for the window bed next, and Aaron feels a gray hair sprout on the spot.

Once all of Penelope’s campers have unpacked, she takes them on a top-secret trip down to the lake. It’s definitely not top-secret, it’s a staple of every group’s first-day tour, but Penelope has a knack for making her campers feel special, so they creep around the sandy shore on their tiptoes, whispering, while Andrea the Lifeguard looks on.

Despite the speed and relative easiness of the day, everyone finds themselves exhausted, greeting each other with pantomimes of falling asleep and loud sighs. It’s not been a bad day at all, but a long one, and in an attempt to remedy the feeling Derek graciously offers to run to the supermarket and pick up some fun snacks---a counselors only affair.

Spencer volunteers to accompany him on account of him wanting to spend obscene amounts of time with Derek, and also on the account of Rossi offering his expensive car for Derek to drive. Oh, to feel buttery leather seats and hear music and smell anything but dry leaves and B.O.

As soon as their campers are pawned off to other people and sufficiently supervised, Rossi tosses his keys to Derek, who catches them with a jingle.

“Be back soon,” Derek promises, and Spencer punctuates with a wave and a smile.

The fluorescent lights buzz in Spencer’s ear, comforting him. Bzz, bzz. Hope you like the air conditioning, they call out to him. He sure does.

Normally the energy of these 24/7 high-budget chain grocery stores freak Spencer out. It’s always too bright, too loud, too full-of-people. But tonight, there’s not a soul around except him and Derek and the high-school-aged cashier, so Spencer’s actually feeling particularly soothed. The sounds of Derek’s feet dragging on the shiny floor and the squeaky wheel are good sounds, he decides. He could still do without the candy-coated pop music wafting through the speakers.

The shopping cart remains empty for about fifteen minutes before either of them address it. Derek and Spencer spend those 15 minutes wandering aisles, relatively silent save for short, casual remarks like, “Oh, maybe we should get barbecue chips,” or, “JJ loves these Fruit by The Foot.”

Derek pauses from where he’s pushing the cart and turns to Spencer. “We should probably start shopping for real now, huh?”

Honestly, half of Spencer thought they had been shopping for real already. But apparently, if you’re not putting things in the cart, it doesn’t count, he learns. (Derek might be a misguided teacher in that lesson, though.)

“I like to take my time here, because it’s about the only time during camp I get to be alone,” Derek explains, tossing a loaf of bread into the cart absentmindedly. Bread is not on the list.

Spencer tugs at his fraying string bracelet. “Oh. Sorry, then,” he says. Three boxes of graham crackers are set delicately next to the bread.

“For what?”

“Well, you’re not really alone right now,” Spencer observes.

Derek shrugs casually. “Sure, I guess. But you don’t really count, Spence,” he says.

He means it kindly, Spencer knows. But it’s an odd thing to hear--what does that mean? Is he implying Spencer is too boring, or too quiet? Before Spencer can spiral too much, Derek notices his uncomfortable silence and continues, “Hey, no, I mean because I like spending time with you. Like, it’s easy. I don’t have to think about it.”

Spencer has a flash of a vision of Derek dipping him right there in aisle 6 and planting a nice firm kiss onto his lips. In that vision, there’s a fog machine whirring and some Chopin playing. Vision-Spencer nips at vision-Derek’s lower lip.

Instead of all that, present-moment-Spencer nudges Derek’s shoulder with his own, murmuring a happy little “likewise,” and clinging onto the sound of Derek’s chuckle.

Derek kept his hand on the center console the whole drive home, and Spencer desperately wanted to reach out and grab it, to open his palm and lay in it, letting him be engulfed like a weighted blanket. But he kept his hands to himself, squarely on his thighs.

It’s dark when they return, and the bright LED headlights of Rossi’s fancy car seem out of place when they pull back into the camp. Everything seems out of place. Spencer can’t put his finger on it --- the buildings haven’t shifted, and the camp is exactly the same as it was before he left, and yet he’s got this strange premonition that something is just...off.

Spencer’s shoe is untied, and he can feel the laces whipping his ankle as he and Derek trek to Rossi’s office to return his keys to him. He’d reach down and tie them if not for the plastic bags of groceries in his hand---god forbid he let food sit on the dirty, unpaved path, no matter how many layers of plastic packaging protect it. Besides, the air feels thicker than usual, and each time the knit of his shoelace brushes his skin, Spencer is reminded just how uncomfortable everything feels and how desperate he is to be inside.

Everyone is packed into Rossi’s office when the pair gets there, and Spencer’s stomach sinks the tiniest bit.

Penelope and Emily are lounging in those sticky plastic chairs, showered and smelling like a cocktail of cheap, fruity shampoo. Behind them are Aaron and JJ --- JJ’s standing to braid French braids into Penelope’s wet hair, and Aaron just appears to be shaking out pent-up energy. How he isn’t tired, Spencer doesn’t know. Confused, and with hesitant movements, Derek pushes away a stack of bright-white papers on Rossi’s desk to make space for the grocery bags. “What’s everyone doing in here?” he asks. “I thought we were doing Shifts tonight.”

Now that campers have arrived at the camp, it’s become a little more complicated to hang out as a group in the evenings, as they’ve all got an obligation to be in their cabins just in case. Liabilities, and all that.

The first year Aaron was old enough to become a counselor---he was the first of the bunch to age up into the job---he devised an elaborate, elaborate system that allowed the group to socialize without any sleeping campers being left alone.

It’s complete with maps and rules and a very strict set of time shifts, so in addition to Spencer and Emily’s official training, they’d been trained on the side by a very drill-sergeant-y JJ in what Aaron all those years ago so aptly dubbed “Shifts.”

Neither Spencer nor Emily have got it down yet.

“Rossi has an announcement,” Aaron says, pulling his ankle up behind him into a simple hamstring stretch.

“Yeah, I heard he’s gonna promote you to Head of Grocery Shopping, Der,” Penelope teases, peering jovially at Derek through the corner of her eye.

“Haha,” Derek deadpans, and tosses her a pack of fruit snacks that he’d picked out specifically for her. They're the good brand, the blue bag, and she accepts graciously with a kiss blown in his direction. Derek catches it, and presses it to his cheek.

Emily has noticed that Rossi always slinks into his office after his guests have arrived. He’s never there waiting, never anticipating. She has no clue where he’s coming from, although she assumes it’s from his cabin. He always makes an entrance, always sits with a weird old-guy sigh, and then launches into whatever reason he’d called the meeting in the first place.

On cue, Rossi swings the door open and lowers himself into his chair slowly. Emily anticipates it and then there it is---Rossi sighs that damn sigh, and leans forward onto his desk. Although no one else moves, the air shifts towards him as well, and it feels like the seven of them are all standing nose-to-nose.

Penelope slips Rossi a fruit snack discreetly, sliding it across the table to rest by his elbow.

“You know I love you all very much,” Rossi starts, and Emily feels like she might puke. That’s the thing about her Rossi prediction --- the important part, the part where he speaks, is the part she’ll never be able to guess.

So, she feels like she might puke. Not because she feels ill, of course, but in her experience all of that cheesy, “I love you” bullshit always prefaces the worst news, and she has absolutely no clue what is about to come out of Rossi’s mouth. Her mind leaps to the worst possible conclusion---”You’re firing all of us,” she blurts out, relieving the tension just a tad as JJ bursts into snickers behind her.

Another sigh. “No, I’m not firing you.”

“A kid died?”

“Jesus, Emily, would you let me finish?” Rossi says.

Then, after a deep breath, “Developers are coming tomorrow to look at the land. I’m planning on selling Camp as soon as this summer is finished.”

Oh, Emily thinks.

It hits them like a punch to the gut.

There’s hardly room to breathe in the cabin, let alone fall to the floor, but somehow JJ makes it work. The sound of her knees hitting the wooden floor reverberates and warps through the space.

Emily and Spencer exchange a watery glance and mirror each other, biting the inside of their cheeks at the same time. They share a small, spiritless smile at the misfortune.

Penelope is gasping short and shallow breaths as she staves off cries, reaching down and behind her for JJ, who has tucked her head into her knees, pulling off an emotional Child’s Pose on the filthy floor.

Penelope crying is awkward because Emily is sitting right there, upset as well but characteristically less overt about it. Their knees are touching --- Emily’s right to Penelope’s left --- and yet, there’s no tissue for Emily to give Penelope, no way to console her without feeling irreparably out of place. Emily sinks lower into her seat, wishing she had the confidence to place her hand on Penelope’s leg as a tender signal that she’s there and she understands.

Derek is shoved into Spencer as Aaron pushes past him and out of Rossi’s office. It’s not a malicious push, and the sad look Derek gives Spencer is one of pity both for Aaron and for himself, too. An anguished cry comes from outside, from Aaron, and everyone’s eyes widen a little at the sound.

It’s impressive to Emily just how immediately everyone started crying. Before Rossi had even finished his sentence, there were tears welling up in Penelope’s big hazel eyes. Emily almost feels jealous at the brazen displays of emotion. She wants to love something so hard that she could cry at the drop of a hat over it. Nothing has ever touched her as Camp Firefly has touched Penelope, touched JJ, touched Aaron, touched Derek.

“I feel like my world is crashing around me,” Derek admits shyly. “As stupid as that sounds.”

Spencer nods. He knows the feeling. They sit on the porch of their cabin in creaky rocking chairs, a cloud of bug spray encompassing them.

“It’s like, I grew up at this camp. This camp saved me as a kid.” Derek shakes his head.

This camp is saving me now, Spencer thinks wryly before tucking that thought away in a deep corner of his brain. “I’m really sorry, Derek,” he says sincerely.

The door to the cabin creaks open, and a teary-eyed child steps out onto the porch. His feet are light, and he closes the door behind him slowly, clearly not trying to wake any of his fellow campers. “Derek?” he asks quietly. “I can’t sleep...and I kinda miss my mom.”

“C’mere, then,” Derek says tenderly, and gestures for the boy to sit in one of the unoccupied rocking chairs. “Spencer and I were just talking about how much we miss our moms, right Spence?”

Spencer agrees with a nod and a kind smile directed at the boy, then he takes a backseat to the conversation unfolding in front of him. He watches as Derek effortlessly consoles the weeping child before him by sharing his own stories of similar plights in homesickness and offering jokingly to sing the cabin to sleep next time.

After a few minutes Spencer’s mind starts to wander, curious on how the rest of his friends are sleeping tonight after the news of Camp Firefly’s imminent closure. He hopes Emily is chatting with JJ just as he’s chatting with Derek, comforting her and providing the very few words of solace that would help in this situation. He thinks of Penelope and Aaron, all alone, and he half-considers walking over to each of their cabins just to check on them. He doesn’t, though, because it’s technically against the rules, and because Derek is standing, wrapping up his conversation and holding his hand out to help Spencer up out of his seat. The camper, who Spencer has learned is named Alex, scampers inside, tears dried.

Derek holds intense locked eye-contact with Spencer for a second. His eyes are soul-searching, making it clear that he has something he would like to say to Spencer. Maybe he wants to thank Spencer for listening to him talk, or accompanying him to the grocery store. Spencer quickly flips through a plethora of ideas of what Derek could say next like he’s flipping through a book, but he comes up short.

Derek’s mouth is open slightly, like he’d taken in a breath to speak and then lost his train of thought. The sight of him makes Spencer sweat a little, and just for a moment he feels like maybe he should break the short distance between them and kiss him.

Then Derek is tearing his eyes away, dropping Spencer’s hand, murmuring a gentle, “Sleep well, Spencer,” and retreating inside and to his bunk.

“Goodnight,” Spencer replies, but Derek’s already tucked himself in and turned his back to where Spencer stands by the open door.

Emily is always the last one to fall asleep. She knows this based solely on a feeling, an energy that settles over the camp when everyone else’s eyelashes are finally closed and their breathing patterns slowed. It takes a little longer on this night, considering the 40 new bodies in the vicinity--Welcome, Campers!--and the obviously upsetting news that’d been delivered to her and her friends, but finally Emily feels it. She’s the only one awake.

As much as Emily doesn’t like to spend time to herself, as she often finds herself in rabbit holes of self-loathing thoughts, this nightly hour-or-so of atmospheric solitude is comforting. Usually.

Tonight, she’s reeling with visions of land developers coming to the camp in fancy suits, and clipboards, and leather loafers that are far unsuited to trek through Camp Firefly’s unpaved land. And it sucks to imagine.

Emily has only spent a week or so here at the camp, so she doesn't feel like this loss hits her particularly hard. The only reason she’s even at this tiny camp in the first place is the fact that it’s on the exact opposite end of the country from where she’d spent her spring.

When summer ends, and this camp is gone, all she’ll need to do to heal is move to a new city, and make new friends. Then she’ll repeat the process once she gets hurt or bored. The collection of people who have known and loved Emily Prentiss is so impossibly large, and as a result, large is the collection of people who have lost her and haven’t thought about her since.

With regret, Emily recognizes that the group she’s met and befriended this past week will eventually forget about her, remembering her only as the charismatic figure who took over the Craft Cabin the year the camp closed.

And yet, she feels differently than usual. She thinks of pretty Penelope, who is so sweet and sheepish and shy around her, but blooms into wide smiles and rosy cheeks around others. Of JJ, who eagerly taught her how to braid and make friendship bracelets on only their second day of meeting. Derek and Aaron, the rare macho men who haven’t made her want to gouge her eyes out but instead make her laugh constantly. She thinks of Spencer, the quiet intellectual who she feels such a warmth toward, considering him her baby sibling or her protegé.

She’s not entirely sure of what this emotion is, what it means or what it will mean in the future. What she does know, though, is that she’ll take up as much space as possible until her quiet disband from the mismatched group of friends. It’s how she always goes.

It’s then that she decides fuck the developers and fuck Rossi’s plans. If she’s going down and away with this camp, she might as well make it count. As she closes her eyes, finally ready to sleep, a plan begins to formulate in her mind.

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