#emwhiteday

[kaekiro]

Open Mind, Open Heart

Pairing: Eren/Mikasa II Rating: T (?) II Words: 3095 II [AO3] Warnings: tidbits of soft porn don't look at me  A/N: This is for a request I received from AO3 user TheMoonThatKissedTheSun almost (and I am very ashamed to admit this) two years ago, asking for a sequel to chapter 24, "Foolish." I'm so sorry that it took me so long to come around. If by any chance you're still in the fandom and you see this, I hope you can forgive me and that you like what I wrote. It's the longest thing I've written in a while sjdfljd. This is for EreMika White Day: Non Traditional/Free I’m not sure if I’m early or late lol

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Shaking fingers trace his script as she looks over the letter one more time, the usual steady drum of her heart taking on a loud, sporadic rhythm when she reads, ‘I’m coming home by the way.’ At first, she half-snorted at the sentence as if it were another one of his tasteless jokes before she paused, using the wobbly mailbox for support as she strung each word together and actually processed their meaning. How very Eren of him to deliver the news so casually, to end his letter with the very words she’s longed to see ever since she found out he was accepting a job that would take him away.

A sudden thought has her turning on her heal, feet stumbling over each other in her hurry to tell Carla the news, but something at the very bottom of the page anchors her step, has her adjusting the sheet to make sure she’s not seeing imaginary things. She brings the paper closer for inspection, wondering how she almost missed the tiniest of arrows pointing at the bottom corner. Curious, she turns the page over, finding another message that had been hidden within the back folds of the letter.

I can’t wait to marry you.

—

“Mikasa,” he mumbles against her mouth, and then he’s chuckling, the sound deep and so rich that she ignores the rushed murmur of her name and pulls him close again, fingers unintentionally ruining the hair he’s tied back. Though his voice has taken a new depth and his hair a longer length, she finds that not much has changed in his absence. She took relief in it, having missed his weak, silly attempts at making her laugh, the conversations that could keep them up all night, his summer-like presence. And in his own way, he lets her know that he’s missed her exactly the same.

His hands are restless, pushing her arms up and helping adjust them securely around his neck, weakly grasping the fabric at her lower back, smoothing over the pleated skirt bunched at her knees until they press against her cheeks in another attempt to get her attention. He’s barely gotten out the first syllable of her name before she boldly pushes her tongue past his lips the moment they part, satisfied at the strangled noise she draws out.

“S-stop, wait a minute,”

She listens this time, pulling back and fixing her gaze on his rudy blush as their sighs mingle into one warm breath, filling the space between them.

“You want me to stop?”

“No. Yes. I mean,” a frustrated groan softly rasps from his throat before he clears it, frowning at her teasing smile. “I have something for you.”

She respires slow and heavily, blinking away the haze from her eyes. “For me?”

He hums, pressing a quick kiss to her lips. “Give me a second.”

He doesn’t leave any more room for question, already standing at his full height and as his footsteps recede, she slumps back on her bed (or rather what used to be his old one), dizzy from the attention he’s lavishing her with. Each breath she takes cools her skin from his heated touch, the muscles in her face aching and not used to all the smiles. In fact, she’s not used to any of it; loving and being loved like this. She keeps discovering new things about him, about herself and though the unfamiliarity of their intimacy makes her nervous, it also sparks an excitement that ignites the desire for more.

She doesn’t remember closing her eyes, only realizing that she’s fallen half asleep when Eren tugs at her sleeve, pushing aside the bangs that are tangled in her lashes. Her arms push her upright, the mattress dipping as he sits. “Eren? What… where did you go?”

His cheeks redden. “I, uh, was having trouble finding what I was looking for. Sorry I took so long.” Again, he adds in an afterthought, snorting. She huffs in their mutual amusement, shaking her head.

“It’s okay,” she says softly, the small package in his hand catching her attention. “What’s that?”

He snaps into a straight posture like he’s already forgotten about the item, quickly shoving it onto her lap. Settling against the headboard, she carefully undoes the simple knot binding the box, looking at him one last time before lifting the cover. Inside is a key, unique in shape and she holds it between her fingers, unsure how to react and shrinking somewhat under his expectant eyes. Is it a souvenir of sorts? What is it supposed to mean?

“Um…” she laughs a little, thinking herself dumb for her next question. “What’s this for?”

He gladly elaborates, taking the hand holding the key into his own. “While I was away, I found this really nice house… and well, that the key to that house. It could definitely use some work, but since we’re starting a new chapter of our lives, I thought it’d be nice to… what?”

“You… bought another house?”

“Yeah…?” he slowly ascertains, as if he’s trying to guess the right answer. “Well, I didn’t exactly buy it. I put down some money on it, and I’m going to pay it off in installments.”

“When? What about this house? What about Carla? Why didn’t you talk to me first before buying it? Where -”

“Woah, wait Mikasa one question at a time. I just…” he winces, slow and confused. “I wanted to surprise you with something nice.”

Inside, she softens at his sincerity in his voice, can see the good intention behind it, but -- “Eren, you can’t just make big decisions like that without asking. Does Carla even know?”

“I mean… I was getting around to telling her -”

She scoffs, the sound almost inaudible yet his ears manage to pick up on it and just like that, both of their moods turn sour. They spend the next hour pacing around the room and around each other as they argue. It ends when they stay silent for a few minutes too long and Eren wordlessly leaves the room, going somewhere to blow off steam she’s sure. A part of her wishes to call out as he walks away, to tell him and come back so they can make up for the time he’s been gone, just like they were earlier. But by the time she’s willing to put her pride aside, he’s already gone. She stares at the key they set aside on her dresser, and without much reason, she puts it back inside its box and fixes it the same way it was given to her.

—

In the morning when she wakes, Eren isn’t home.

It’s Carla who tells her of his whereabouts after she asks; even if she’s upset with him, it doesn’t ever stop her from worrying.

“All he told me is that he’s going to be gone for a few hours, maybe longer. He wasn’t sure. I couldn’t even ask where he was off to! He was already walking out.”

Her face falls, fingers wrapping tighter around her cup. “I see.”

Sensing something off, Carla sits across from her, reaching over the small table to squeeze her wrist. “Dear, what’s wrong? What happened between you two?”

Talking about it was probably one of the last things she wanted at the moment, but if anyone could understand, it’s Auntie. She goes on to explain the argument she had with Eren, and as she relays the heated words he threw at her and she at him, something like guilt and regret starts to coil in her gut, the look on Carla’s face anything but reassuring.

“You know,” she starts after a minute, taking a sip of her drink, “When I married Eren’s father, we had hardly been together for a year, but I knew I loved him and at the moment it just felt right. Back then, my mistake was thinking that marriage would be easy. Grisha and I disagreed and argued about a lot of things. Having Eren made things harder because it was no longer just about me and his father, we had to think about him too. We almost split when Eren was still a toddler. It wasn’t what I wanted, though. Not for me, and most certainly not for our son.”

The short story comes as a shock to her because as long as she has known the Yeagers, they never seemed to have any issues of the sort. It makes her wonder if her own parents had something similar happen to them. “How did you fix it?”

Carla smiles sadly, sighing a sigh that spoke her grief for the husband that vanished without any explanation. She comforts her this time, resting a hand on Carla’s worn one. “It didn’t happen right away. But eventually, we learned to work together and compromise, set boundaries that were not to be crossed. We still had our disagreements here and there, but it’s like that with every type of relationship. The point of this, Mikasa, is to tell you what I wished someone would have told me when I was about to get married: disagreements and arguments will and are bound to happen between you and Eren. Part of being together means that you have to learn how to communicate and work as a team instead of against each other.”

She contemplates this and reflects on last night, taking a lot of fault for the situation turning into an argument when they could’ve talked it out. Reacting the way she did though... she wasn’t sure it could’ve been helped. 

“Eren is like me when I was his age. He’s still a bit carefree and sometimes does things on a whim, though I’m sure you already know that. I think what he did, getting that house, was him being spontaneous and trying to make you happy.” Amber eyes don’t miss her melancholic reaction, so she continues. “That doesn’t mean that he did it the right way, though. Like you said, he should’ve talked to you first. You both are going to make mistakes in the future and as you work through them, you learn something and become better. Just talk to him, Mikasa. These things take a lot of patience and understanding, but if it’s you two… it will be alright. Eren may not make the wisest decisions all the time, but I think one of his best ones is choosing to marry you.”

—

Later at night, when everything is still and she’s certain Carla is asleep, she tiptoes to her old room, pushing the door open until she can fit through and then closing it behind her. If he’s awake she isn’t sure, but she walks over nonetheless, tucking some hair behind his ear and leaning down to kiss his cheek. She doesn’t pull away entirely when he stirs, watching as foggy eyes open halfway and peer up into hers.

“Mikasa?”

She hums, lips brushing against his temple. “I’m not dreaming?” Smiling against his skin, she shakes her head.

“No, you aren’t.”

Lifting the blanket, she motions for him to make room and sighs as she settles against the heat of his body, palm smoothing over his chest. He is stiff and audibly swallows before his arm cautiously pulls her close, fingers curling around her shoulder. They stay like that for a bit, his gentle touches and her kisses conveying their apologies until the tension leaves their muscles and they sink comfortably into the bed.

“I left earlier to find that seller and tell him I wasn’t going to keep that house.”

He sounds sad as he tells her, and she scolds herself for getting upset and thinking only about her feelings. Sure, she would’ve liked to know beforehand, but Carla’s advice echoes in her ears, making her mindful of her selfishness. He is adventurous, always looking for the next new thing and always so eager to give. She knew this, saw how happy he looked at the thought of starting their life somewhere new. And yet she gave in to her own fear of change and made him go through all that trouble. Eren breathes out, clearly tired.

“It was hard, but in the end, he understood. What I forgot, though, was to bring the key with me to hand back,” he laughs emptily. “You think you could give me the key tomorrow? I need to return it as soon as possible.”

He turns his head towards her, waiting for an answer. She puts a finger to her chin for a moment, feigning deep thought before settling against his shoulder once more. “No, I don’t think I can give it back.”

She can sense his eyes on her and she resumes tracing his collarbone, trying to calm the slight tremble of her fingers. “Wha… what do you mean you can’t?”

“I don’t want you to give the house away.”

He shifts, leaning on a forearm to look down at her. “But you said -”

“Nevermind what I said. I was wrong. I know how much this means to you, so we’re keeping it.”

“Mikasa,” he whispers, pushing aside her bangs. “If that’s how you feel now, then why do you look scared?”

“Because I am,” she admits, almost unwillingly. “I’ve lived in this town all my life, it’s all I’ve known. And - I know I’ve only been here at this house for a few years, but…” her words trail off and she shyly looks up at him, immediately noticing the concern creasing his face and trying to smooth it out with her thumbs. She shakes off the thought, firming her words. “I wouldn’t mind starting our life somewhere new. If it’s with you, I think I can do it.”

Though it’s unexpected in the seriousness of the moment, she welcomes the ferocity of his kiss by tugging him closer, bodies shuffling and tangling until she feels his weight settle between her thighs.

“Eren,” she whispers harshly, pushing at his arms yet tilting her head back as his lips traverse the length of her throat. “Your mother is down the h-” Her moan escapes her lips in muffled fragments as he grinds his body against hers, calloused hands squeezing her bare thighs when they move to bunch her gown at her hips.

“I’m - serious,” she manages to gasp out, gripping his hands and pulling them from beneath her clothes, breathless with how quick things are escalating. “Wait a minute…!” 

He licks his lips, the glint in his eyes mischevious. “You want me to stop?” She raises a brow at his mocking tone, and it takes only a moment for her to remember saying the same thing to him the day before. She buries her face in her hands, unresponsive to her name and turning bright red. She eventually looks at him between the gaps of her fingers, answering his question with an annoyed yes.

“Fine,” he sighs, slumping next to her, playfully disappointed. “I’ll wait till our wedding night then.” How shameless, she thinks, throwing a pillow over her face and ignoring his laughter.

“Hey Mikasa?”

She lowers the pillow when he tugs at her arm, peaking an eye out.

“I can’t wait to marry you.”

—  

There’s a different kind of buzz in the air on the morning of her wedding, all the women she knows coming to the house and fussing over her appearance. Though she wants to be annoyed (because really, it’s only a small ceremony), she learns to appreciate the help, knowing that there was no way she’d be able to do all of this on her own. The local seamstress puts the final touches on her gown, making her tear up at the small mentions of her mother, how much they look alike and how proud she insists her mother would be of her today. Sasha puts on some light makeup, adding color to her otherwise pale skin as Carla does her hair, weaving the long strands into intricate braids and bringing them together in a neat bun. When the last of many small flowers are placed in her hair and Auntie finishes adjusting the veil, all the women in the room step back and shower her in compliments, making her face and the inside of her chest warm.

“Wow,” a familiar voice whistles, “You look so beautiful, Mikasa. How did someone like Eren get you to marry him?”

“I’m still not sure myself, Armin,” Auntie jokes, laughing.

She shakes her head and smiles, moving through the small crowd to reach one of her best friends. “Thank you, Armin. I’m so glad you came to see me before the ceremony.”

“Of course,” he grins, embracing her. 

“It feels like it was just yesterday the three of you were half my height and chasing each other around my yard,” Carla sniffles, looking over them fondly. “Stop growing up so fast, I can’t keep up.” They both pull her into their embrace, swept up in their shared nostalgia.

“Mikasa,” a woman calls from the door, grabbing everyone’s attention. “The officiator is here. Are you ready?”

The room fills with excited murmurs and she swallows, fiddling with her ring anxiously. This is it. Carla grabs her shoulder lightly, her gaze soft and knowing and she nods, both at Auntie and the woman. “Yes, I’m ready.”

—

It takes quite a bit for her to be moved to tears and even more to make her laugh, but she finds herself caught in both acts as he stutters over his vows, mouthing an explicative and doing his best to ignore the embarrassment and vulnerability he feels. She squeezes his fingers reassuringly, understandingly, and it’s enough to help him finish before she takes her turn. After a single, shaky breath, she repeats the words she’s rehearsed so many times, the rough yet gentle swipe of his thumbs over her skin comforting, inspiring more confidence in her. His smile reaches his eyes, making them so bright and warm that she melts into his hand, punctuating her promises with a kiss to the center of it.

And though she had told him that she wanted Carla’s ring and nothing else, he surprises her with another one anyway, the piece of jewelry bearing stones with cuts she’s never seen before, nearly every edge of it glittering as he slips it above the simple band she’s grown attached to. It’s far too beautiful for it to belong to her and she whispers as much, but he simply tells her to shut up, twining his fingers between the braids in her hair and kissing her, making everyone around them cheer and whoop wildly.

#eremika #eremika art #writing #requests #emwhiteday #i'll probably post the other oneshot tuesday #fingers crossed #kaleidoscopes

[yodawgiherd]

EM White Day 1-Date/Chocolate

Yo everyone,

After some thinking (face) I decided to take part in the ongoing EreMika event, because I have nothing better to do. As I guess everyone who knows me even a little bit expected, I did so via writing a short fic, and I hope that you will enjoy it, alongside other submissions from other wonderful content creators.

;)

I’ll upload it to my archive too, mostly because i want to have all my stuff together at one place.

>>>AO3 link<<<

“So, what do you think of the new transfer student?”

“Who? The girl?”

Walking next to him on the road, Armin shook his head in disbelief.

“Even you can’t be that ignorant Eren. She’s been going with us to classes for the last three weeks, and you want to tell me that you didn’t even notice her?”

“Unlike you I don’t instantly jump on any female I see.”, he nudged his friend’s shoulder with a grin, “Womanizer.”

“Hey, all I’m saying that you should try talking to her sometime.”, Armin went on, ignoring the joke, “She’s nice.”

“Eh, I’m kind of scared by the whole dead inside visage. That girl even paints her nails black, I mean, who does that in current year?”

“First you tell me that you didn’t notice her in the class, but somehow you do know the color of her nails.”, stroking his chin, Armin put on his best thinking face, “Interesting…”

Caught in his lie, Eren opted to poke his friend instead of answering, but Armin’s suspicious look wouldn’t go away. Of course he noticed the girl, hell, he was taken with her from the first moment she entered the class, muttering her name with downcast eyes. But Mikasa was just so distant, not really talking to anyone, or making any attempts to make new friends, just sitting at her desk, usually reading or listening to music, completely obvious to her surroundings. How was he supposed to approach her? Armin on the other hand seemed to have no problems with that, teaming up with Sasha and making friends with the new girl right on the second day. And now Jean was getting bold too, and that was just something Eren wouldn’t ever stomach. He had to do something, and fast.

“Listen, Ar,”, he began, carefully choosing the words so his friend wouldn’t catch wind of anything, “when you talk to Mikasa, did she ever mention something she liked? Or, you know, didn’t hate as much as the rest at least?

“Oh? Why are you asking?”

Eren didn’t even have to look up to hear that the corners or Armin’s mouth were slowly but surely creeping upwards. The attempted secrecy didn’t really work out after all.

“No reason.”, he muttered towards the ground, ears burning red.

The desire to continue teasing was strong, but in the end the compassionate heart of Armin won, forcing him to bite back all the quips that appeared inside his head and produce a solid answer instead.

“Hmmm…”, it was fun to see how Eren was on the edge of his seat, figuratively, hanging on his every word. Didn’t even notice her. Yeah right. Deciding that he tortured him enough, Armin finally opened his mouth.

“She did mention that she likes chocolate.”

That seemed to take him by surprise.

“Chocolate?”

“Yup. Apparently she has a bit of a sweet tooth.”

Out of nowhere, Eren stopped in his tracks, clearing his throat.

“I.. I need to go, Armin, got some stuff to do. See you later?”

“Need to make a quick trip to the shop I take it?”

The blond was openly grinning now, not even bothering with trying to hide it. Dude was so obvious, it was a bit painful to watch. On his part, Eren just shrugged, turning in a different direction and walking away at a brisk pace. Armin can make fun of him all he wants, but he did provide valuable information. Time to make a move.

Why, just why did they have to be all out of chocolate. What shop can even do that, nowadays, to not have any in the whole fucking store. Well, all right, he was exaggerating, but just a little bit. They did have one type of the sweets, but only one, so he had no choice but to take it. That was the only reason why he’s sweating on Mikasa’s doorstep right now with a freaking heart-shaped box of chocolates. How will this even look from her perspective? All they did was exchange like three words tops, and now he’s going to appear out of nowhere, bearing this pink monstrosity, asking if she would go out with him. Yeah, not creepy at all.

Then again, Eren was a doer, not a thinker, so, steeling himself for the inescapable “What the fuck Yeager?”, he raised his hand and knocked, two firm rasps of the knuckles against the wood. Ah, sweet refusals, how he loved them.

For about a minute nothing happened, giving him the faint hope that Mikasa is not home and Eren can retreat while preserving at least a scrap of dignity. But then the door opened, revealing no one else but the subject of his last few dreams, looking even better in reality than the image his mind made up. Her eyes took him in, slowly, until she reached the box he was nervously holding in his hands, widening slightly.

“Hi.”, he croaked, sounding exactly as awkward as he felt right now.

“Hello Eren.”, she greeted him, somehow completely calm and collected, “What brings you here?”

“Uh… You know…”, extending his hands, he offered her the heart, forcing an unnatural smile to appear on his face, “Little bird told me that you like chocolates, and then I saw this at the store while I was shopping for….. stuff. So, I thought that I might pick it up. As a present. For you. Mikasa”

Smooth.

She eyed the object suspiciously, still not sure what this whole thing was about.

“I appreciate that. But why are you doing this?”

If she was cutting to the chase like this, Eren really had no choice. Now or never.

“I was just wondering if you’d ever like consider going out…. with me?? To do things together, eat, watch a movie, hell I don’t know… We can…”

“Eren,”, she cut into his rambling, “Are you asking me on a date?”

His throat was too dry to answer, so Eren settled on nodding instead, already dreading the answer. The box left his paralyzed hands, as Mikasa took it, inspecting it.

“Okay.”, she whispered, more to the chocolates than to Eren, who was rather sure that he heard her wrong.

“Huh?”

“I said okay, I’ll go out with you.”, looking up, she met his confused gaze with her own, still seemingly unaffected one, “Is tomorrow okay? After school?”

At this point, Eren would agree to any date or time she decided on.

“Totally.”

“All right, I’ll see you tomorrow then.”

The door closed into Eren’s face, while he remained standing on the same spot, brain slowly catching up to reality. Did he just get a date? Pinching himself to make sure he wasn’t dreaming, he took a few steps back before turning, walking in the direction he assumed was his house. Apparently, miracles do happen sometime.

On the other side of the door, Mikasa’s back was against the wood, breathing hard, as she pressed the chocolate filled heart above her own, wildly beating one. She still couldn’t believe it. Eren Yeager, her crush, appearing out of nowhere on the doorstep, giving her gifts and asking her out. Sasha can go stuff it, her magic spell must have worked out, because there was no logical explanation for such sudden turn of her fortune. Well, she wouldn’t question her luck. With a spring in her step, Mikasa ran into her room, clutching the box in her slightly trembling fingers. Heart soaring, she fell on the bed, already imagining how amazing their date will be.

Tomorrow couldn’t be here fast enough.

#eremikaevent #eremikawhiteday #emwhiteday #eremika #fanfic #hopeimdoingthisrightlmao

[eren-and-mikasa-plush]

Eremika White Day Day 3: Free

A pair of fluffy sweethearts run away together, so they are free to cuddle in private!

#eremikaevent #eremikawhiteday #emwhiteday #eremika #snk #eren yeager #mikasa ackerman

[paleonativeart]

Day 2: Flowers/Sneaking out.

Originally, I’m supposed to colored the fan art, but times is wasted by sketching quickly.

This sense is Eren is getting Mikasa out from her house as “sneaking out” for their night out.

#attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #eremikawhiteday #eremikaevent #eremika #emwhiteday #eren yeager #mikasa ackerman #eren x mikasa #fan art #my art #my fan art #autodesk sketchbook #digital sketch

[sonderlivra]

Eremika White Day - Day 3: Non-traditional/Free

In which Eren finds out that brides crave burgers, among other things.

~2200 words, Modern AU, rated T for tiny bits of swearing

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By the time Eren walks into the burger place, he's bone tired. The day had been longer than any he'd ever lived in the recent past, and the smell of fried foods and ketchup had almost physically swerved him into the kitschy little place. He hadn't eaten all day.

But the moment he steps inside, he freezes in surprise. Sitting at one of the little tables is a vision in white. She is wearing a beautiful flowy white gown, with accents of lace at her throat and shoulders. A pink satin ribbon is twined around her waist, and little pink flowers curve up the sides of either ear, crowning her silky black head with a translucent veil that flutters just past her shoulders. She is so gorgeous it feels like the wind is knocked out of his chest.

He is walking towards her before he can even think about doing it.

“Hey, are you -uh, are you alright?”

She is in the middle of peeling off lace gloves when she looks up at him. Her eyes are steel grey and mesmerising.

“Do I look alright?” She asks him, and she sounds tired, numb, exactly how Eren feels.

He shakes his head and gestures at the chair opposite her. “Can I-?”

She looks him up and down for a moment before shrugging. Eren sits down slowly, feeling as if making sudden moves would spook her. A thin, bored server brings him the menu and he orders the first burger on the list, along with fries and a coke. And all through this the bride doesn’t even look at him, instead staring at the discarded gloves that she is still holding onto.

The server moves away, and silence remains at their table. Eren flounders for several minutes, wondering what to say, where to begin.

“Okay, so, I’m Eren,” he says finally, wearing his most winning smile. “Nice to meet you.”

She flashes him a glance as if she is measuring him up again. “Mikasa,” she says finally, and Eren mentally pats himself on the back.

“Bad day?” He asks her, and she startles him by scoffing a laugh. “What do you think?” She gestures aggressively at her outfit.

“Hey, I don’t wanna make assumptions,” Eren says quickly. “You could be a fashion model or something, for all I know.”

That earns him a snort. “Like I haven’t heard that one before.”

Eren grins, leaning forward. “Does that surprise you?”

“Are you flirting with me?” She demands, and he backtracks immediately. “Sorry. Bad timing.”

She simply grunts and goes back to tracing the lace pattern on her gloves. Their food arrives in another minute, and they both dig in wordlessly. She practically inhales her burger and is lingering over her fries, when Eren musters enough courage to try again.

“So… you wanna talk about it?”

She looks up at him, blank and dead-eyed. “Why would I talk about it to a stranger?”

Ouch.

“Fair point,” Eren concedes, waving a fry in the air. “Except that I’ll be listening from an objective point of view.”

She raises her eyebrow as if she finds the idea incredulous. But, to his surprise, she pops her fry into her mouth and shrugs. “Fine. As you can see, I snuck out of my wedding.”

“Because…?” Eren prods her.

“I’m…” She looks down and her voice sounds so forlorn Eren has to force himself to stay in his seat. “I’m not sure anymore.”

Then he tries to make sense of her words. “Not sure about-?”

“Why I ran.”

He stares at her. She twirls a long fry idly in a pool of ketchup. “It’s not really too late.” She glances up at a wall clock. “I should be saying my vows right now, but I could still go back. It’ll only be a little delayed.”

“Then why don’t you?” He asks her gently.

The fry drops onto the plate. “I don’t know,” she says in a small voice.

The desire to step up and hold her is strong again, and Eren says thickly, “Is it because you don’t love him-”

“I thought we both wanted this,” she interrupts him, talking quickly all of a sudden. “I thought we were ready. We were talking about this for so long. We were so excited. And-” She sends him a despairing glance that goes straight to his heart. “And h-he seemed to want this, too. We planned everything the way I wanted​ it. He let me pick out the colour scheme and the cake and the guest list, and-” She looks down at her hands again. “It was perfect. I thought it was perfect.”

She is silent again, and Eren has to force himself to say, “But…?”

“It… hit me when I put this on.” She touches her veil glumly. “That it’s my wedding day. And -and of all things, the colour scheme of my own wedding is pink!”

Her voice breaks at the last word, and Eren can't think of anything to say other than, “You don't want it to be pink?”

“No!” She cries, and to his horror, he can see tears gathering at the edges of her perfectly lined eyes. “I don't! I don't even like it that much! My favourite colour is green, his is red! And my wedding is pink!”

“It's… it's not a bad colour,” Eren murmurs, confused, and she nods emphatically. “Exactly! It's a pretty colour!”

“So then-”

“It's not my colour. It's not important to me in any way! This entire wedding belongs on the pages​ of a magazine and nothing about it is mine. Not the food, not the music, not even my vows-”

“Then why did you plan it this way?”

“Because -because I wanted it to be perfect.” The tears finally make it past her long lashes, and Eren clenches his hands into fists to keep from leaning forward and wiping them away. “I -I wanted it to be a perfect wedding for him, and I,” her breath hitches, “I never wanted any of this. I don't…” She ducks her head in shame. “I don't even want to get married.”

Eren's eyes widen. “Oh,” is all he can say.

Mikasa sniffs, her head in her hands. “I -I thought I did, but it's just what everyone else wanted for us, for me. I still think we’re too young, I still don’t like it… but I just wanted to do the right thing, the perfect thing, and -and I'm a coward because I couldn't even go through with it-”

“Hey, you're not a coward-”

“You're a total stranger,” she snaps, looking up at him. “How would you know?”

Eren ignores her words and asks instead, “Why didn't you say anything?”

“I just told you I'm a coward, didn't I?” Her voice is gruff.

“That's not even remotely an excuse,” he points out. She simply shrugs, wiping her face, and Eren is glad that she has at least stopped crying.

They are quiet for a few moments before Eren asks her again, his voice softer, “Why didn't you say anything?”

“Would you have understood?” It almost sounds like a challenge, and Eren blurts, defensive, “I would have!”

She simply looks down at her plate again, and he repeats, “I would have.”

They are silent again, this time for so long the server apparently thinks it safe enough to come over and clear their table. Mikasa picks up a large handbag from the floor that he missed seeing, but he flips out his wallet before she could even open it.

“My treat,” he says quietly, and while she looks like she wants to protest, she relents after a moment with a quieter “Thank you.”

She waits while he pays, and they climb up the exit stairs together. When they finally step outside, they linger at the entrance.

“So what now?” Eren asks her carefully.

She swallows. “Everyone probably hates me now, so… change my name and move to Florida, I guess.”

“Funny,” Eren comments. “I thought that was our contingency plan? Together?”

Mikasa is avoiding looking at him. For the first time since he found her sitting at that little table, he feels a thrill of fear and despair.

“You -you still want to be with me, right?”

She finally looks at him, eyes wide and sad. “Do you?”

A whole day of not touching her has taken a toll on him and he grabs her hand. “Of course I do.” He strokes her lace-covered knuckles with his thumb. “Why wouldn't I?”

“I -I thought you'd hate me…” Her voice is hushed and Eren is forcibly reminded of the first time they'd met -years and years ago in kindergarten, when he had first befriended a shy, sensitive little girl.

“Mikasa, nothing would make me hate you,” he tells her seriously, taking hold of her other hand. “Well, except one thing, but I've already told you what that is.”

She snorts, and Eren feels a sudden jolt of joy. “Beating you at Mario Kart,” she mutters.

“Beating me at Mario Kart,” he confirms, and pulls her into his arms, sighing with relief when she moves without protest and leans her head on his shoulder. “Actually, you know what, that's not true anymore,” Eren murmurs, stroking the soft chiffon back of her gown. “You can kick my ass at Mario Kart as many times as you want and I still won’t hate you.”

He can hear the smile in her voice. “Really?”

“Yeah. It’s true love, baby,” Eren grins, laughing softly when her arms tighten around his waist.

A sudden buzzing from his pocket interrupts them, and they break apart as Eren fishes for his phone, his other hand still holding one of Mikasa’s. Armin is calling, and he turns the screen to her, frowning when her smile dims.

“What will you tell him?” She asks him, looking worried once more.

“Whatever you want.”

Mikasa bites her lower lip anxiously. “I-”

“Okay, look, Mikasa, we really don’t have to get married today, not if you don’t want to.” He lets go of her hand and strokes her white cheek instead. “We can just go and have a nice, fancy party with all our friends and family, hmm?”

“They came to see a wedding,” she says, still frowning.

“They came for a party, and we can give them a hell of a celebration, with or without a ceremony.” He smiles encouragingly at her. “What do you say?”

She still looks unconvinced, and he feels a split second of panic wondering what to do. But then- Eren has always been termed ‘oblivious’ at best and ‘fucking dumbass’ at worst by his friends -but now, for once, for once, a brilliant stroke of inspiration hits him.

“Besides,” he says casually, fishing in his pocket, “there’s something else we could celebrate today.” Mikasa only raises an inquisitive eyebrow, and Eren finally finds it. He offers his palm towards her, and sitting on it is a single, silver-wrapped, heart-shaped milk chocolate.

“Happy White Day,” he smiles.

Mikasa gasps audibly. “You -you remembered?” Her breath hitches and her voice goes higher. “You keep forgetting birthdays and you remembered White Day?”

Eren shrugs, still smiling.

“You-” She looks completely stunned out of words, and suddenly, she is back in his arms, her breath fanning his neck, her strong embrace forcing an “Oof!” out of him.

“Eren, god, I love you.”

He feels laughter bubbling up and feels her smile on his skin when his chest trembles with it. “Idiot,” she murmurs fondly, and he laughs out loud.

“So we’re doing this?”

Mikasa leans away, and looks up at his face. He feels another jolt of love and admiration: she is so goddamn gorgeous.

“Yeah,” she grins shyly. “Let’s go have the biggest White Day party anyone has ever seen.”

“Hell yeah.” Eren kisses her forehead and gives her his fist, which she bumps with a giggle. “Let’s do this!”

He explains everything to Armin quickly, who seems completely unfazed by the change of plans, and actually sounds excited. Eren hangs up, thinking privately that he couldn’t have asked for a better best man, when a cool spring breeze blows down the street and Mikasa shivers reflexively. Without even thinking about it, he shucks off his tuxedo jacket and drapes it over her shoulders. Then he realises she is staring at him, and he asks her, “What?”

“You look so lovely,” she says almost wistfully. “Are you sure you don’t want to…”

“Hey,” he interrupts her gently. “I told you, I can wait. Today is not the day I become Mr. Ackerman, and that’s okay.”

She lets out a low, amused huff. “How long will you wait, though…”

He doesn’t say anything. Instead, he reaches into the inner jacket pocket next to her hip and pulls out a familiar old, ratty red scarf. Mikasa gasps softly, wide-eyed and speechless as he wraps it around her neck.

“Forever and ever,” Eren murmurs, leaning in until their foreheads are touching. “As long as you like.” And Mikasa presses her smile onto his.

(This is the closest to Mikasa I could make in this Wedding Dress Dollmaker at azaleadolls.com. The doll’s customisations are mine, but full credit for the lovely art and features goes to the amazing Azalea!)

A/N: Full disclosure, I had this written in full, with a vague idea of inspiration from Day 2′s prompt ‘Sneaking Out’, before I even knew what White Day was. So I had to edit and quickly add the bit about White Day to fit the theme. :) Hopefully it doesn’t seem too choppy!

My HC for this AU is that Eren and Mikasa sometimes pretend to be strangers to deal with issues, since they’re both very sensitive, impulsive people and it helps taking a step back and looking at things with a different perspective.

Hope you liked it, and thanks for reading! <3

#eremika #eremikawhiteday #emwhiteday #eren x mikasa #eren jaeger #mikasa ackerman #this was really so fun to write! #it feels like i've been writing angst for a while #delivras

[eremikaweeks]

NEW EVENT, MARCH 14th - 16th!  We’re bringing you a special event 3 day event!   EREMIKA WHITE DAY !  A 3 day event of Eren showing his love for his lovely gal, Mikasa. Each day has two prompts you can choose from. Have fun and enjoy 

THURSDAY, March 14th | Day One: CHOCOLATE / DATE

FRIDAY, MARCH 15TH | Day Two: FLOWERS /SNEAKING OUT

SATURDAY, MARCH 16th | Day Three: NON TRADITIONAL/FREE

For this event, we will be tracking the tags #eremikaevent, #eremikawhiteday, and #emwhiteday, as well as keep tabs on the general EM tag. If you are planning to be a participant, please make sure to use these in your first five tags so we can see it ! If you have any questions, concerns, or comments, please contact the mods. Here is how you can reach us.

#eremika #mikaere #shingeki no kyojin #eren jaeger #mikasa ackerman

[yodawgiherd]

EM White Day -2 : Flowers/Sneaking Out

I know its technically late, but i do hope that i will be forgiven.

You guys wanted a continuation and I (almost) always listen to the comments, cause they make me feel validated. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ So here you go. Enjoy!

There was a sound coming from the window. And another one. And one right after. Not understanding what the hell was going on, Mikasa sat up on the bed, annoyed, putting down the book she was reading to try and investigate. Was it raining outside? But her theory got debunked as soon as she neared the glass, because a small rock landed square in the middle, bouncing off with the same annoying sound she kept hearing. Well, mystery solved. Not raining, just some dumbass throwing pebbles at her window. Swearing to whatever dark god was listening that if she opens and gets hit by a piece of gravel, she will literally climb down the tree and kick the hooligan’s ass, Mikasa clicked the latch and leaned out, squinting into the darkness. It was pretty damn late.

“Miki! Hey, Mikasa, down here!”

If she could pick one person in the whole world that would throw rocks at her house after midnight, it would most likely be her dorky boyfriend. And, lo and behold, the guess would be correct.

“Eren!”, she hissed down, “What the hell are you doing?”

“Waking you up.”

Even in the dark, she could almost see the smug smile on his face.

“I wasn’t sleeping you ass. What do you want?”

The smile only widened.

“Come down and I’ll tell you.”

Theoretically, she could say no, close the window and go back to the book. Then again, theories didn’t stand well when faced with reality, and while Eren’s plans could range from goofy to straight up illegal, they were always fun. But she wouldn’t make it that easy on him, especially not after he so rudely interrupted her reading. Mikasa was just getting to the juicy part, damn it.

“You do realize that your rock assault could have woken my parents, or much worse, my brother up.”

Down below, Eren shrugged.

“So what?”

“Playing the tough guy now, huh?”, leaning on the windowsill, Mikasa went on, “I do remember that the last time he almost walked in on us, you basically had a heart attack.”

“Let me remind you that he’s a marine, is insanely overprotective of you, and he was just about to catch me with my hand down his little sister’s pants. Literally.”

“I don’t need reminding, I was there.”

Oh, teasing was fun, but Eren didn’t have the time to just stand there and listen to Mikasa pulling out all the embarrassing moments she had on him. With the sheer amount of them, they could very well spend the whole night like this, and that just wouldn’t do.

“Listen babe, you can sit on that sill the whole night, smirking down at me, or you can get your ass down here, and let me show you why I even bothered coming in the first place.”

Weighing the pros and cons, Mikasa decided to just dump the logic and follow Eren’s call, as it was sometimes needed in their relationship. He wasn’t very good at explaining things, but his plans worked out. Well, most of the time. So, she climbed out, getting a firm hold on the tree and slid down, jumping the last few feet to land in front of her boyfriend, dusting herself off. On his part, all Eren could do was stand and stare, because no matter how many times he saw her do this, the grace she displayed while doing such a mundane task as climbing down a tree was amazing.

“Cat got your tongue?”, she asked, not yet abandoning her teasing tone.

“I don’t know.”, with a smirk, Eren put his hands around her waist, pulling her flush against him, “Wanna check if I still have it?”

Giggling, Mikasa accepted the offered kiss, and she made extra sure to double check if his tongue was still intact. It would be damn shame to lose it, especially when he could use it so well during kissing and…well, other intimate activities.

“Was your grand plan just standing here and making out?”, she asked after a few minutes, when Eren didn’t seem to have any intention of going anywhere. And while this was nice and all, she didn’t see the point of going out for this, couldn’t he just climb up into her room as he usually did?

“Erm, no, of course not.”, reluctantly letting go of her, Eren took a step back, breathing in the cold night air to calm himself down. They were dating for like what, three months, but still, every time they kissed his whole mind just went completely blank. This is how it must feel to chew a 5 gum™.

“Come on, let’s go.”

With that, he took her hand in his and together they started walking, hopefully to where Eren wanted them to be. Mikasa loved the guy, but his sense of direction was pretty terrible.

“So where are we going?”, she queried, but all Eren did was grin.

“Wait and see.”

With nothing better to do, Mikasa allowed herself to be led, watching as they passed different houses and roads, getting closer to their goal. Just as she was about to try tickling the plan out of Eren, he stopped, apparently very satisfied with himself.

“We are here.”

But where was here? Upon closer inspection, Mikasa deduced that this must be some kind of garden, judging from the flower beds she could see through the bars, and the trees that loomed all around them. Curiosity sated, a new question arose.

“How do we get in?”

“Oh right….”, hopeful, Eren checked the gate, but he would be lying if he said that he was surprised to find it locked. Damn, he never thought about this. Putting on a brave face, he turned towards his smirking girlfriend, shrugging. “We climb over, what else?”

“Fine.”

Before he could offer his help to the lady, as it’s expected, Mikasa approached the metal, and with a rustle of clothing and few quick moves, she was on the other side, blinking at Eren through the barrier.

“You coming?”

Shaking his head, he followed, with a lot more grunting and much slower, but in the end managed to cross, straightening to see that Mikasa was already ahead, inspecting the flowers.

“It’s pretty here.”, she informed him when he joined her, “How did you find out about this place?”

“Mom works here.”, taking her hand in his again, he gently tugged at it to get Mikasa to follow, leading her to the place he saw earlier. Hopefully it was still there.

It was. A patch of grass surrounded by rose bushes, all the colors she could dream of. Red, white, yellow, even some black ones, peeking from the green.

“Oh my god, it’s beautiful.”, coming closer, Mikasa leaned in to see better, an expression of childlike wonder on her face. And Eren couldn’t help but feel relieved. Jackpot. To be honest, he did feel a bit anxious, because Mikasa didn’t seem much like a flower type of a girl, but he took a slight gamble and won. Watching her, fascinated by the beauty of the roses, Eren was very glad that he risked it. Just seeing the way she looked, surrounded by the flowers, made it completely worth it.

When Mikasa wanted to take a breather, and they sat together on the grass, Eren was quick to offer his lap for her to rest her head in, and offer she accepted readily. With the weather being nice for once, the ground was reasonably dry and pleasantly warm, allowing her to lie down without the fear of catching a cold.

“You know, I was half thinking that you drew me out just to have sex somewhere public again.”, she spoke into the night, shuffling on the ground to be a bit more comfortable.

Originally, that was the other part of his plan, but with her so peacefully resting, it would be rude to try and rouse her just to get some. Well, this felt nice too, not going to lie. Sort of.

“What do you think I am, some kind of a pervert?”

Mikasa just snorted, choosing not to answer. Silence stretched above them like a blanket, with the stars providing just enough light to paint the scene in an intimate glow, as Eren dragged his fingers through her hair, gently. The color of her locks was so similar to the inky midnight sky, he was just about to comment on that, but Mikasa spoke first, not giving him the chance to.

“Eren,”, she asked, suddenly serious for a change, “do you think that we are going to make it?”

If he could see the future, he would tell her. About all the ups and downs their relationship will have through the rest of the high school and college, how they will almost break up over a stupid misunderstanding but return to each other just two days after the incident, the separation too painful to bear. How stressful it will be the first year after school, them almost never having time to spend it together, their jobs too demanding, so they will leave notes for each other on the fridge, always ending them with a little heart. How beautiful she will look at their wedding, the stunning visage forever burned into his brain, the happiest day of his life. How her first pregnancy will be completely unplanned, and she will spend a week at Sasha’s unsure of what to do, lying long hours in the bed, hands pressed against her stomach with tears streaming down her face until she will have no more left. Eren would tell her all about the fear that he felt, during the later stages of her pregnancy, jumping at shadows when he deemed them even a little bit dangerous to his wife. How their first child, a daughter, will help Armin through his depression, shining light into his world that seemed like nothing but darkness to him. How Mikasa will handle her next children with stoic calmness, already knowing what to expect, but he will still stress himself, endlessly fuzzing over her, making sure that Mikasa has everything she needs. And that, a lifetime later, he will press a kiss to her hair, streaked with gray, and murmur “We made it.”, making her laugh and swat his shoulder playfully, while their grandkids all around them will loudly demand their attention.

Alas, Eren was no oracle, so all he did was shrug, smoothing the strands of hair behind Mikasa’s ears.

“I don’t know.”, he replied, “But when you are with me, nothing is impossible.”

And for now, that was more than enough for them.

#eremikaevent #emwhiteday #eremikawhiteday #eremika #fanfic

[eren-and-mikasa-plush]

Eremika White Day event Day 2: Flowers

Flowers are pretty. Mikasa thinks that flowers are prettier on her beloved Eren's head! Eren is confused, but as long as Mikasa is happy, he doesn't mind!

(Inspired by the "Lost Girls: Lost inside the cruel world" OVA, when little Mikasa made a flower crown for a very confused Eren!)

#eremikaevent #eremikawhiteday #emwhiteday #eremika #snk #eren yeager #mikasa ackerman #fluffy sweeties playing with the flowers

[paleonativeart]

Day 1: Chocolate / Date.

It’s March, time to draw “Eremika White Week” but with short days as Eren is thought to be share with Mikasa during their date.

(Please ignore Eren’s long neck, because this is most embarrassing art I’m ever drew. XD)

#eremika #eremikaevent #eremikawhiteday #emwhiteday #shingeki no kyojin #attack on titan #fan art #my art #my fan art #autodesk sketchbook #eren yeager #mikasa ackerman #eren x mikasa

[eren-and-mikasa-plush]

Eremika White Day Event Day 1: Chocolate/ Date

The fluffy husband and wife feed each other chocolate on their pre- White Day date!

#eremikaevent #eremikawhiteday #emwhiteday #eremika #eren yeager #mikasa ackerman

[paleonativeart]

Last day of Eremika short week is day 3: Non traditional/free.

Eren yeager will soon free Mikasa as soon as he snapped himself for falling a wrong hands of hatred.

#attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #eremikawhiteday #eremikaevent #emwhiteday #eremika #eren yeager #mikasa ackerman #eren x mikasa #my art #fan art #my fan art #autodesk sketchbook #I’m done