That Wasn't In The Script (Part:ll)
*there's gonna be underage drinking and smoking but everyone is above 18 so it's technically not underage ;)*
Eren, Jean, Connie, Mikasa and yourself all walked backstage into the dressing rooms to plan for the afterparty. Sasha, Armin and the others had left after the conclusion of the talkshow to either get dressed or mentally prepare themselves for whatever might go down tonight.
You sat down on the comfy chair that was in the centre of the room while Eren and Connie sat on the couch and Jean leaned against the wall. You playfully yank Mikasa down and into your lap, wrapping your arms around her waist and resting your chin on her shoulder. This caused you to miss the red flush on the girl's face. "So what's the plan tonight? We doing it at my apartment again?" You asked and you played with Mikasa's fingers.
Connie scoffs "Bro, be so fucking for real. You don't live in an apartment. You have a whole ass penthouse, babe."
"It's not that big, Con." You reason.
"You have a fucking bowling alley."
Jean throws an empty water bottle at Connie's head and rolls his eyes. "Maybe if you didn't spend so much money on shoes, weed, and cars, you'd be able to afford a nice ass penthouse like the rest of us." Connie shoots out of his chair and storms up to Jean.
"Don't make me shave that mane off." Jean glares at Connie before focusing his attention on you and Eren. "You know, the horse jokes would've never existed if you two stopped telling them when we were kids."
Eren shrugs "If the horseshoe fits."
"Can you guys stop?" Mikasa sighs, annoyed about the constant bickering. "You guys are upsetting Mika, now I'm gonna have to lace your weed with bleach." You say playfully as you hold your friend closer.
"So we'll do it at my place. I can get the alcohol so let me know what you guys want and what you think everyone else wants. Like Smirnoff, Everclear, Pink-"
"If you finish the word 'Pink Whitney', I might throw up." Connie exaggerates and places his hands on his knees while hunching over.
"Real. Last time we hung out and there was Pink, I ended up blacked out on a park bench." Eren cracks his knuckles while recalling the... interesting experience.
"Well, a lot of people know how to handle their liquor unlike some of you." You scoff. "Anyways, Connie can you get some bud? I haven't smoked in a while and I swear I've been smelling colors or something."
"For sure, I got you, ma. I'll text my guy right now." Connie pulls out his phone and walks outside into the hallway. "Do we want this to be a private party or what's the move?" Jean asks as he takes Connie's spot next to Eren.
You think for a bit.
"Fuck it. It's celebrating us busting our ass for the past- what- 10 years? We just gotta make sure security is checking everybody." Jean nods and pulls out his phone to make an announcement on Instagram about it. Eren looks over to you lazily and smiles.
"What do you want me to do, ma? I can get the food and drinks 'n shit to your place in an hour if you want." He offers as he stands up and walks behind your chair. You feel his two large hands rest on your shoulders and a light squeeze.
"It's weird, isn't it?" You say suddenly. Both Eren and Mikasa quirk a bow.
"What do you mean?" Eren asks, still not moving his hands off of your shoulders. You hum. "Just... weirdly, it's over, y'know? Even during that big hiatus that happened between Season 1 and 2, we still looked forward to Season 2. Then Season 3. Then all the parts in Season 4." You pause to remove your head from Mikasa's shoulder to look up to Eren. "It's just... weird."
You hear Mikasa hum in agreement while Eren sighs. "Yeah, I get it. Especially you, Mikasa, Armin and me. We literally saw each other grow up, you know?" You lean your head onto his forearm and right before you were about to add onto that, Connie burst into the room.
"Y/n! Y/n! Y/n! I need the biggest favor of the entirety of favors.!" Connie screams as he runs to you. You sigh but smile at him softly.
"What's up?" Connie begins bouncing on the heels of his feet.
"You know how I'm trying to launch a music career and stuff? My producer asked if I could do a little gig at your party tonight." He falls to his knees. "The beautiful, intelligent, prosperous Y/n. PLEASE. I'll do anything!" He begs.
"Connie get up." You chuckle. "Of course you can. One condition though. When you blow up, you have to say I'm your number one fan." Connie nods his head so fast, you thought it would fly off its hinges.
"I love you so much. Plus I got 15 zips heading to your place in an hour so best believe you're gonna be fried fried." Connie shoots up and fumbles with his phone.
"I gotta call my stage guy, my DJ, my sound guy..." He sticks his tongue out as he concentrates. "You know what, I'm gonna head back to my place. I gotta get ready and organize my crew. What time were you wanting us to pull up?"
Jean clears his throat " I mean, I posted on my story for people to start pulling up at 8. And she probably wants help setting up so come at like 4 or something. Does that work?" He looks towards you and you shrug.
"Sounds good to me. Eren is gonna cater but if you guys wanna bring food or something, I'm definitely not gonna object." Jean nods and stands up. He walks over to you and ruffles your hair.
"Bet. I'm gonna head out with Connie too. It takes a good two hours to look this good. I'll see you later, ma." He kisses your head as he leaves with Connie, who is screaming into his phone about finally being able to put himself out there.
"I'm gonna take Mikasa back to my place and meet up with Sasha, Armin and Reiner. They're gonna help organize everything and then we'll start setting stuff up. You wanna come with?" You ask as you lightly pat Mikasa's waist a few times. She hops off you and you stand up and stretch.
"Nah, I gotta go get something. But I'll probably be there by 3ish." Eren yawns before he kisses your cheek. You grimace and push his face away. "Gross. You're gonna give me rabies." You chuckle as you lightly pull his ear. Eren shrugs.
"You know when you get a girlfriend, you'll have to stop doing that. I have a slight feeling it wouldn't go too well." Eren holds his hand up to his chest in fake offence.
"What?! But I've been doing it since we were little." He wipes a fake tear away from his eyes. "I guess I'll just stay single forever." You scoff and shove his shoulders.
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"Y/n? Where do you want me to put the DJ booth?" Connie asks as he jogs into your apartment with Jean on his heels. "At least say hi to her first, damn." Jean scoffs as he admires your penthouse. Sure, he's visited plenty of times, to the point where he has his own room. But it never ceases to amaze him.
The open-concept living space is a masterpiece of modern design, seamlessly blending contemporary aesthetics with comfort. High-end finishes and top-of-the-line materials adorn every corner, from the polished marble floors to the custom-designed lighting fixtures. The living room has plush, designer furniture arranged around a sleek fireplace, creating an inviting atmosphere for both relaxation and entertaining. Not to mention you added your own little flare by adding LED lights around certain areas of the living room.
The kitchen is a chef's dream, equipped with state-of-the-art appliances, a spacious island, and custom cabinetry. Whether you're hosting a dinner party or preparing a quiet meal for two, this kitchen is both practical and aesthetically attractive.
A highlight of your penthouse (and the upcoming party) is its expansive terrace, an outdoor oasis in the sky. He remembers the time the group had come over to drink and it ended up with Jean and Eren recreating that one Titanic scene on the balcony. With a private plunge pool, lounge seating, and a dining area, the terrace was the perfect space to host parties for a bunch of young adults whose highlight of the week is to get drunk and high.
"Jesus, did your place get bigger?" He whistles as he walks up to an energetic Connie and yourself, who already drank half of a seltzer.
"Har, har, har. Can you grab whatever that is? It's for Connie's performance and he needs it close to the stage." You crack your knuckles out of habit.
It was currently 7:45, meaning there were 15 minutes left until the party started. It may be assumed that no one ever really shows up to a party at the exact start time but parties thrown by your cast members tend to be excluded. If you were to glance outside the window, you would see a huge line that wraps around two blocks. And obviously, as the night progressed, more people would show up.
"I wonder if Levi, Hange and all the old people will show up?" Sasha suddenly spawned behind you, causing you to jump. She was munching on a slice of pizza while holding a red solo cup. You wrap an arm around her and sigh. "Fuck, you scared me, Sash. But I think they're coming later. They have some fancy event they're all going to.
As the anticipation builds for the upcoming party, you begin to observe the setup you and your friends worked so hard to accomplish.
Dimmed ambient lighting, accentuated by flashing, bright lights and spotlights shines over various areas of the room, creating a scene that could only be described as a scene from Euphoria. The music playlist, carefully curated to match the event's vibe, subtly fills the air, acting as the calm before the storm concerning the festivities that were to come.
At the bar, a well-appointed alcohol station beckons with an array of alcoholic beverages. Shimmering glasses, neatly arranged, await their turn to be filled with a variety of concoctions. The bar is even stationed with two mixologists in case guests don't want to make their own drinks! You watched as Eren sneakily took a shot of Hennesy before shaking his head rapidly with his eyes and nose scratched up.
In the kitchen, a buffet table showcases an enticing spread of appetizers and snacks. From cake to pizza to chicken wings, the culinary offerings set the stage for a night of the munchies. The aroma wafting from the food station adds an extra layer of anticipation. Mainly for Sasha.
A focal point of the setup was the entertainment area. Whether it's the dance floor, a stage for Connie's performances, or a professional DJ ready to fill the space with upbeat music, this area promised to be the heartbeat of the celebration. You even got a photo booth and a karaoke machine that's hooked up to the TV in your other living room.
"You look so good, mami. I forgot to tell you." Sasha says as she slaps your ass. You chuckle as you smooth out your sweatpants. Your 'party' outfit consisted of designer half-black-half-white sweatpants (the only reason you would ever wear sweatpants to a party is if they were 400 dollars), a fitted black cropped cami and a pair of Jordan's. "I don't know, Sash. I feel like I underdressed. You're wearing that cute skirt and Mikasa and Historia were wearing dresses. I feel like I look like those girls who say 'I'm not like other girls' or some stupid shit." You sulk.
"Girl look at Ymir and Annie. Ymir is wearing skinny jeans that make her look like Sojiua Boy and Annie is wearing the same jacket that she wears to sleep. I don't think anyone thinks your outfit is bad. Plus your makeup and hair make it ten times better."
"Yo, Y/n!" Reiner calls out. "It's 8. You ready to open the gates and let the hellhounds in?" You glance around your penthouse, making sure there were no details missing. Once you confirmed everything was set, you gesture to the DJ to turn the soft and ambient music up and into something more up-beat.
"Tell securtiy they can start sending people up once they've checked them."
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What time was it? 10? 11? You knew it hadn't been long since the party started but you could estimate at least 300 people were inside your penthouse that very moment. You recognized a few of your friends and cast mates, like Pieck, Hitch, Floch, and a few others, who came later but you knew the majority of the people were fans of the show.
You were currently at the bar, holding a bottle of Tito's, before downing one more shot and placing it back down onto the counter. You began to journey through the sea of people on the dance floor, people noticing you almost instantly cheering your name and moving out of your way. You make your way over to the "VIP section" a.k.a a little section that sat on the small balcony that overlooked the living room that could be accessed by a secret staircase. The security obviously recognized you and let you up the staircase.
Fitted with a few couches, you found a few of your friends chilling upstairs. You had Eren and Jean leaning slightly over the balcony to wave at fans, Floch who was blacked out on the biggest couch and Mikasa trying to light a preroll, except her lighter seemed to be faulty.
"I got you, Mika." You say as you sit down next to her and fish your lighter out of your pocket. With a subtle click, the flame emerged, casting a warm glow that contrasted the euphoric lighting that surrounded. The joint, lifted to her lips, met the flame with a hiss.
She inhaled deeply and then removed the joint from her lips before holding the bitter smoke deep in her lungs. She offered it to you as she exhaled, not before a few coughs left wracked her body.
"My little butterflyyy." Eren stretched out as he turned around to see you sitting down. He slightly stumbled over his feet as he shuffled over to the couch you and Mikasa were sitting on and threw himself onto your lap.
The sudden movement caused some of the roach of the joint to flake off and began to fall towards Eren's face. You quickly covered Eren's face with your hand just as it was about to land in his eyes and instead landed on your hand.
"Fuck." You hiss out as you blow smoke out and begin to shake your hand, hoping the cool sensation will ease the pain. Mikasa quickly snatched your hand and began to examine it. "Are you alright? How bad does it hurt? Do we need to go to the hospital?" Mikasa's words were slightly slurred but you understood it perfectly. She snatched a water bottle off of the table next to her and poured the water onto your hand.
"It's alright, Mika. Happens all the time." You attempt to calm the anxious girl. Eren sits up slowly and looks at you with glossy and low eyes. "Did I hurt you?" He asks quietly, reminding you of how he acted as a child when he would get in trouble. You give him a reassuring smile. "It's alright, I promise." He hugs his knees to his chest and stares at you.
"Eren, I love you so much but I hope you know when you're high or crossed, you get extremely creepy." You chuckle lowly as you unravel his current position. He tilts his head to the side, causing his bun to flop a little. "Wha' you mean?"
"Your eyes get all beady and you stare at me like Chucky." He lays his head down in your lap and shrugs, then proceeds to mumble something. "What was that?" You give him a quizzical look.
"N'thing." He pouts.
Jean finally turned around and waved at the three of you. "Guys! Connie's about to perform! We need to get down there!" Jean announces loudly over the music. You ushered Eren out of your lap and the four of you leave the balcony and go downstairs to what can only be described as the pit.
Connie is standing on the stage with a mic in one hand and of course, a fat blunt in the other. He ushers the crowd to be quiet and surprisingly, the once wild and rowdy crowd became almost like law-abiding citizens.
The four of you join up with Armin, Sasha, Annie, Ymir and Historia in front of the stage as you await Connie to speak more. He clears his throat, takes one more hit of his blunt and lifts the mic up again.
"As y'all may know," he starts off, his speech somehow intact, "I'm Connie mothafuckin' Springer! And I've been working on 'sum I hope y'all enjoy." He pauses as he lazily searches through the sea of people before spotting you and the group right in front of him.
"And I gotta give a quick shoutout to my day ones right here!" He yells into the mic, causing the crowd to clap and cheer. "I'm way too drunk for this," Jean mutters in your ear.
Connie had said something again but you missed what he said. It must've been something about starting the music because all of a sudden, the DJ began blasting a beat through the speakers and Connie began jumping around the stage and rapping into the mic.
"Why does he lowkey look like Central Cee?" Ymir chortles.
"I swear, if one of my windows break because of the bass, I'm gonna lose it."
//// THis is long overdue and I wrote this half-asleep, with five shots of Henny in, and high as balls while at an NYE party so I'll check this in the morning to make sure it is grammatically correct or smth. Anywho lemme know what you wanna see next and ILY GUYS SM HAPPY NEW YEARS///