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big ass  birthday  party  .

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"happy birthday,
my love.."

your voice was muffled due to harley wasting no time in shoving you into
a hug, the softness of her skin making
the hug a little less harsh.

"thank you [ y/n ]! i missed youu, how's your tongue piercing healing up?" harley would finally let you go, a bright smile on her face as you two would now catch up.

"and shitt, you look real good." she spoke bluntly, a lazy smile popping up after. you could tell she was definitely under some influence a little. but nonetheless, you still accepted the compliment.

"don't mind her, she's basically faded — cross." mike thought he should mention.

( her partner in the tattoo shop )

"faded — cross?" connie questioned, eyes low and slightly glossed as he had his NY all black hat on with the small horns at the sides as it was placed backwards on his head.

"it seems like you all are." you chuckled, plopping down on side of connie, a royal blue liquid alcohol inside the glass bottle.

"you.. smell so good. makes me hungry." connie muttered, lazily turning his head with a small smirk against his plush lips.

"connie, you just got the munchies." after all, the man is high as hell, and the room smells like nothing but weed and vanilla. "but thank you." you cheekily smiled.

"nah, i wanna munch on you." he spoke bluntly, no type of joking in his tone.

the seriousness made you chuckle since you still took it as a joke. but connie was dead serious, continuing to eye you down, eyes low and hazy as he studied your pretty face and pretty smile.

"chill connie, thats all eren." jean
nudged, handing connie a well lit blunt.

".. isn't eren, like up— ow." connie was immediately cut off from jean nudging harder, a stern look over his expression.

"hurry and take it. we ain't gonna be able to do this shit for a while after tonight." jean slickly tried to change the subject.

but once the sound of his name
had been spoken, it had already
caught your attention.

"eren's here?" you questioned genuinely, the tone of your voice making connie melt into puddy of guilt.

you didn't even know that eren's whole ass friend group was here at the party, so nonetheless you weren't too surprised that eren's name would be bought up.. but in a more suspicious manner.

once jean finally let your question sink
in, he glanced at connie, who was already looking suspicious as shit. this is why jean couldn't stand high connie.

"no? fuck face is at home." jean muttered.

after, the two just stared at you,
noticing the deadpan expression
across your pretty features. "do i
look like a box of dumb fucking
rocks to you?"

"not at all, mama." connie scooted
closer to you. "can i lay right here?"
he point to your lap, completely
ignoring the eren question as he was
now tired and hungry.

as connie was already laying his head down, you scooted over and stood up, watching his head hit against the plush, soft couch cushion instead of your thighs that hold the same components. "no."

he groaned, eyes slowly rolling across your body and to your pretty face. "what
i do to deserve this?" he playfully pouted.

".. i'll be back." you muttered with deadpan all in your tone.

"noo, come back, im sorry." he didn't know why he was sorry, but if he could
just get you back to the couch and stay
at it, the night may go more smoothly.

"where you going, [ y/n ]?" leyla spoke loud enough for you to hear.

"kitchen." you gave a brief answer. and before you knew it, you were making your way through the crowd and to wherever some air was. maybe going outside would be a better idea. its too fucking hot in this place anyway.

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"i should have stayed home." you muttered, thinking about being in
your bed or having your own little pool party by being in your own bathtub.

but.. being out here wasn't so bad.
just the thought of connie and jean
acting suspicious was. you doubt the
two know about what went down between you and eren. plus they know the status
of you and eren's relationship currently.. so why was the topic of eren being bought up immediately got shot down?

you sighed as your feet swung up in
down in the cold pool water. surprisingly no one was out here anymore. if anything, they must've got bored of the pool and went inside or maybe took a walk to the beach.

maybe you could ask leyla to join you.
or maybe connie's duck ass since he was trying so hard to get you to stay.

as you were in deep thought, just swinging your feet in the water as
you listened to smothered beats of
music feel the air around you, taking
in the peace of being alone yet in such ethereal place of view. the moon was
full and out, the beach was in eyes view
as the waves were not as dramatic, yet still produced a calming melody.

alone.. and at peace.

...

"you should have stayed at home
with me, but you ran out to a party."

a sudden voice spoke rather sternly yet calm. the depth so deep yet soothing, and the base carrying its motives behind it.

with a sharp gasp, you whipped your
head around, having to lift your head dramatically in order to meet with a
pair of pretty, half lidded emerald eyes,
slightly gazed over with their eyelashes
all long and masculinely pretty.

eren. it was eren.

i mean, who else?

blankly, you batted your lashes at him. confused, embarrassed, oddly flustered were prominent emotions surging through your body, sitting in silence as
you stared back at him.

"why are you staring so hard?" eren questioned, a small smirk growing upon his plush lips as he now stood next to you.

"aren't.. aren't you suppose to be
at home?" you questioned lowly.

eren furrowed his brow. "says who?"
he returns a question, yet his eyes
never left your figure, to which was looking so.. so good to him.

"says.. never-mind." you didn't feel like speaking anymore. you were to busy trying to wrap your head around the idea of everything that occurred tonight.. yet here is eren, speaking as normal as ever as if shit doesn't need to be addressed.

"no, speak up." he kneeled beside you, face inches from yours as he observed
and admired your pretty features with
a smirk of his own.

and as he studied you.. you did the
same to him. his eyes were heavily
glazed over, so the man's behavior
was explainable. but eren always
knew how to hold himself when
under such an influence.. so once
your eyes landed on his neck..

"eren?" your sight never left his neck.

"your so pretty. did you know that?" he wasn't even catching on to whatever shit he just put himself in.

"eren!" you spoke louder, brows furrowed as your body began to give off nothing but anger, smacking his hand away.

"ow.. what?" he muttered innocently, connecting his eyes to yours, to which
was full of fury and despite.

"the fuck is on your neck?!" you tilted his head aggressively, feeling his grasp wrap loosely around your wrist.

"what are you talking about?" he
was starting to get slightly worried.

you just stared at him in disbelief.
"are you fucking kidding me?"

there was a whole row.. a whole fucking family, if you will.. of hickies on his neck.

and they weren't done by you..
so who the fuck was able to get
eren alone and have time to do
all of this?

( ☆ • ★  )   ━━━━ 𝟭𝟯𝟦𝟥  𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽𝗌 🎥 .

— y'all i don't fr remember
what im doing.  but kinda
do so we gonna thug it out.

- 𝗕𝗔𝗞𝗨𝖡𝖠𝖡𝖤𝖲 ™

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