hey there! congrats on reaching 1000!
Not that i am surprised, you are a GENIUS and i ADORE you but you know that 💕
Number 6 is screaming ti penso!eren at me, something fluffy, maybe? you can take it further if you feel like it, though :]
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anyway i'm so happy you brought this up bc i had the same thoughts hehehehe find your baby ti penso eren down below being a menace per usual
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Now that you've officially become a party of three, soon-to-be-four, your life with Eren is more chaotic than ever, but god, is it so full of love. Mikasa and Jean welcomed their second baby boy, Ben, a few years ago, just around the time you and Eren had Charlotte, and the two have become inseparable.
One of the greatest unforeseen perks of parenthood that you and Eren have discovered is parent friends. Not only does it give you an excuse to hang out with Mikasa and Jean all the time, but it's a break from childcare for the both of you with all of you teamed up against the little menaces you've brought into the world.
And the ultimate conjunction of parent hang-out time and teamwork-style childcare is the annual family vacation.
It's late, too late for you to be up, but in the early stages of your pregnancy, sleep eludes you. It was the same with Charlie, you remember the first few months being restless, so you're not surprised.
It does leave room for you to be awake when Jean and Eren come crashing back in from "Dad's Night Out" though.
"You almost gave me a heart attack!" You breathe, one hand flying to your chest as they stumble through the kitchen, ripping food out of cabinets.
"Babe!" Eren cries, mouth already stuffed with one of Charlie's snacks and arms wide. Your eyes widen, head tilting meaningfully towards the stairs that lead up to the kid's rooms.
"Sh! God Eren, how drunk are you?"
Eren saunters over, or tries to at least, tripping over his feet twice in his short trip across the kitchen. He wiggles his eyebrows at you in a poor attempt to be seductive, the wrapper of Charlie's fruit gummies still hanging out of one hand.
"Can I kiss you?"
"Okay, so very," you shove him off of you, quickly catching him when you realize your light push is going to send him tumbling to the floor, "what did you do to him, Kirschstein?"
"He did this to me," Jean slurs, pouring a cup of cold, stale coffee from this morning into a mug and tossing it in the microwave. "I haven't been this fucked up since college."
You cock an eyebrow at him when he punctuates his statement with a painful-sounding hiccup. "Mikasa's going to be pissed if you're too hungover for the beach tomorrow."
"Oh my god," Jean's jaw goes slack, "she's going to kill me."
"I won't be too hungover," Eren sidles up behind you, arms wrapping around your plump waist, kissing up your neck, "'specially not if you're going to wear that red bikini."
"Eren," you moan in annoyance, shoving at his face again, "let's get you to bed."
"What about me?" Jean cries, aghast. "I can't go to our room, Mika's gonna kill me, remember?"
"You can sleep with us," Eren offers, lifting his hands up as if he's solved everything. If he was any more sober, you'd think he was joking, but you know better.
"I love you Jean, but no." The relieved smile that was forming on Jean's face drops into a scowl.
"Well, I can't sleep with Mikasa. Don't you value my life at all?"
After twenty more minutes of hushed bickering, you slide into bed beside Mikasa, who stirs sleepily to look at you.
"They overdid it, didn't they?"
"I put them down in me and Eren's bed," you mumble, grumpy and half-asleep now, "Jean was too scared to come sleep in here."
"Jesus Christ, how drunk were they?"
"I think they were cuddling. So much for the beach tomorrow," you lean into Mikasa, letting her pull you close like you used to when you roomed together in college and had had a bad day.
"I'm going to kill him."
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mary and lily, who constantly show up at her flat and let themselves in with their spare keys, are standing over her. "marlene!" lily sings out. "get up already, babe."
"sweets, you're such a drag sometimes," mary sighs. "what's wrong with you?"
"i screwed up my date," marlene sighs. "she totally thinks i'm a freak." mary and lily sit down on her bed with her, not caring that she's wearing a sports bra and underwear and no real clothes.
"she doesn't think that."
"i dunno what that girl was on," marlene says and shakes her head. mary strips off her sweater, apparently dying of heatstroke in marlene's flat.
"tell us about it," lily replies, getting comfy. mary pulls a full bottle of some sort of alcohol out of her tote bag.
"i told her i was a cancer and she fucking burst into tears!" marlene starts and the two others start laughing. "oh my god, she was so annoying." they spend all night drowning themselves in alcohol, mary has some clothes to show off and models them all for them, they bake muffins. they're terrible.
in the end, they end up on the balcony, burrowed in their winter coats against the freezing weather. they lay half on top of each other, giggling and whispering with each other.
in the end, marlene forgets about her shitty date and she has the best night of her life with her ridiculous best friends.
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