HELLO FROGGY >:P you knew id be here im youre lovely little bunny…i wanna submit my own prompt for your huge milestone event!!
“youre fucking eren jaeger? are you kidding me?”
do with that as you wish rage!! ILY
hiiiiiii my flower ummm firstly this prompt made giggle secondly i found it a bit challenging so i decided to go digging through my wips and ..... i discovered the morning-after drabble for ti penso eren!!! which ik you just said eren and it doesn't say your prompt exactly but also like. the energy is there. and it's really funny. SO YOU GET A VERY SPECIAL ARCHIVAL RAGE PIECE THAT'S ALSO QUITE LONG COMPARED TO WHAT I THINK THE REST OF THE DRABBLES WILL BE........ i hope it will suffice <3<3<3 i love you???
"you're fucking eren?" x ti penso! eren<3 this is a little continuation of this
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“How are we doing today, folks?” A perky waitress approaches your table, smiling down at all of you. You pity her, really; no one at your table is exactly in the mood to return her level of enthusiasm.
Logically, you know how you’ve ended up sandwiched between Eren and Armin, trying to ignore the daggers Mikasa’s shooting at you across the table, but in the haze of your hangover and the intoxicating presence of Eren beside you, you can’t imagine what you did to deserve this fate. A memory flashes behind your eyes of Eren pinning you to the wall, licking up your neck. Oh yeah, that.
You and Eren had eventually managed to untangle yourselves from the bed when Connie and Armin had joined the raucous banging on the door, and you’d each miraculously found an old tshirt and a pair of Jean’s sweatpants to wear. Your face had burned when you met Mikasa’s withering glare, Jean’s look of horror when he caught sight of his sheets rumpled on the floor. Armin had corralled everyone into brunch of all things, deciding on behalf of the group that the rarity of seeing each other outweighed the painful awkwardness of the situation. Connie had whined and stomped his feet, demanding Ubereats on account of his hangover, but after some convincing, you’d all been dragged along to the restaurant a block from Jean’s apartment. Your foot, still wearing your heels from the night before that do not compliment the pair of Jean’s pajamas you’re wearing, jiggles incessantly under the table.
“Um, hi. We’re good, thanks,” Armin breaks the silence to answer the poor girl, looking down at his menu with pink cheeks.
“We need mimosas,” Connie says affirmatively, even though alcohol is likely the last thing that will aid this situation, “two carafes, and keep ‘em coming.”
“Connie,” Mikasa says sharply, “do you really think that’s a good idea?”
“Hair of the dog,” Eren suggests, nodding at the waitress. “Make it three.”
“Shut up,” Mikasa snaps at him. Eren balks, you don’t dare to look at him even as you snicker. “I told you two–”
“I am an adult, Mika,” for the first time all morning, you snap and finally interrupt her scolding. “Do we really need to do this over brunch?”
“Did you really need to do that in my bed?” Jean makes a disgusted face. Eren rolls his eyes, stretching his arms only to land one around your shoulders; god, you wish he wouldn’t do that, add fuel to the fire.
“Sheets can be washed.”
“I’m burning them,” Jean deadpans, eyes narrowing at Eren’s arm around you. You want to die. You want to shrink into a little hole in the ground and die.
“I got laid too, if anyone cares,” Connie mutters. Armin cocks an eyebrow.
“Before or after you puked in the kitchen sink?”
“Before,” Connie answers, unphased, “in that hall bathroom–”
“Can my apartment please stop being the sex apartment?” Jean groans, letting his head fall into his hands.
“Oh, like you two weren’t fucking each other silly back at our place,” you counter, pointing an accusing finger between Jean and Mikasa. Jean’s face turns bright red, and Eren’s eyes fix on Jean, narrowing into something lethal. Mikasa opens her mouth to snap back, but the waitress has returned, three mimosa carafes and six glasses on her tray. On second thought, maybe you do need a morning pick-me-up.
All of you, despite your protests, fill your glasses to the brim. Eren pours yours for you, smiling down at you adoringly as if you were on a lovely date, not a one-night-stand-turned-hellish-morning.
“Want more?” He asks, holding the carafe towards your near-full glass. You shake your head, mouth pressed into a flat line, not missing Jean’s gagging across the table.
“Whipped already, Jaeger?” Connie teases.
“After last night? Absolutely,” Eren says with a shit-eating grin plastered on his face, wrapping his arm tighter and snuggling you into his side. Your face burns even hotter, and you smack his chest.
“Shut up, Eren!” You and Mikasa speak at the same time. Mikasa grants you a small smile at your synchronicity; it isn’t much, but it’s a start, and you venture into what’s hopefully a safe realm of conversation that will keep Eren preoccupied.
“So Mika, are you excited for Eren to move to the city?”
Your attempt at peace doesn’t go the way you’d hoped; Mikasa’s brows knit into a frown, and she turns to Eren, who’s blushing madly. “What?”
“When are you moving to the city?” Armin asks, nose scrunched in confusion. You’re just as confused as they are, turning to face Eren.
“But you said this morning–”
“I am in a few weeks,” Eren says, sounding very much like he’s just spitballing, “I just need to talk to Zeke–”
“What about my music?” Connie looks aghast, hands flying out to the side.
“Dude, I can still rep you from the city, and Zeke might not even want to move. He’s all wrapped up with Pieck anyway.”
“When were you planning on telling me you were moving?” Mikasa narrows her eyes, glaring at Eren accusingly. You realize you’ve put your foot in your mouth, exposed what may have been no more than a passing thought in Eren’s head. You haven’t even known him for twenty-four hours, but you can read Eren well enough to tell that he’s impulsive, maybe to a fault.
“Did you need to get laid so bad that you got one whiff of pussy and decided to pack up and move?” Jean looks amused, and you want to slap him. Thankfully, Mikasas does it for you, thumping him between the eyebrows. “Ow!”
“Don’t be crude.”
“Maybe.” Eren, for his part, simply smirks, tightens his grip on you. Your heart flutters despite your embarrassment; even if he had lied to get you back into bed for an attempted round two, it was a flattering thought. “It would be good for the business, though.”
“Come to think of it,” Armin rubs his chin, “it really would. There’s a lot more musicians that need representation in the city than back home.”
“You rep musicians?” You raise your eyebrows, surprised. You had assumed the family business was something boring, and you realize you never thought to ask. Eren shrugs.
“Sort of. We’re still getting it off the ground.”
“He reps me!” Connie waves excitedly at you.
“Impressive,” you give him a little once-over, seeing him in an entirely different light. In the sober eyes of the morning, he’s still beautiful, hair rumpled and messy and eyes half-lidded with exhaustion, but beautiful. You force your gaze away from him only to be met with Mikasa’s eyes, flitting between both of you, a curious look on her face. “What?”
“Nothing,” she hums, sipping her mimosa but not dropping the knowing smile spreading across her face.
firstly, thank all of you so very much for helping me hit this milestone! 2,500 is a ton of people, and i am thankful for each and every one of you<3
as my way of saying thank you, i'm hosting a drabble event, yay!!!! y'all pretty much know who i write for nowadays (eren, jean, gojo, reiner, geto, levi, etc.) but if you want to throw me a curveball, please do!!! i'm accepting asks on a rolling basis all weekend (i work a double tmrw yikes), and i'll try to get to everyone.
thank y'all so much again, i'm so excited!!! :D prompts below.....but feel free to make your own if you feel inspired!!
"We never speak of this again, do you hear me?"
"Not that I'm not enjoying this, but can you move your hands?"
"We shouldn't be doing this."
"I didn't know where else to go."
"I'm not going easy on you."
"Don't try to charm your way out of this." "...You think I'm charming?"
"Why didn't we do this sooner?"
"I remember..."
"I always have time for you."
"I love you, I always have."
alternatively, feel free to submit tropes/situations/locations! examples being the one bed trope, camping, professor/student, in a closet at a party, etc.
i didn't include too many prompts because i'd love to see what y'all come up with, even if it's something as simple as "gojo, enemies to lovers, spicy"!! run rampant!! see everyone later ;)
i have so much to say but i will keep it short. thank you all so very very much for not only everything you’ve contributed to this blog, but to me as a writer and person. i’ve developed so quickly as a writer through the constant confidence instilled in me by all of you, and truly i thank you so much. all of these works belong to you as much as they do me!
IN MORE EXCITING NEWS i will be hosting an event friday night (deets to come later) and have a few more surprises up my sleeve to celebrate and thank you all.
ALL THE LOVE FROM THE BOTTOM OF MY HEART!!!! THANK YOU<3 -rage :)
