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Mikasa:I love...
Levi: don't tell me it's eren it's always him didn't you cut his head off already?Mikasa we're married I can't belie-
Mikasa, pinching Levi's cheeks:I love you my beautiful handsome grumpy old man
Mikasa:the sunset is beautiful,isn't it?
Levi: stop with your dramatic ass and go back to sleep
Levi:I'm not short, you're just tall
Mikasa: that's what short people say
kuchelle:mommy
Mikasa:yes?
kuchelle:can I have a baby sibling?
Levi:sur-
Mikasa:no
kuchelle:why?
Mikasa:cause-umm..it's hard
kuchelle:how is it hard when you can just give those damn birds a call to deliver my baby sibling
Mikasa:it's bloodlust
Levi:booblust
Mikasa:No
Levi:yes.
Mikasa:Levi it's pronounced bloodlust not booblust
Levi:it's booblust when I look at you, baby~
Hange:HELLO~~~
Hange: oh my gosh-
Hange: did I interupt something important?
Hange:or what I mean is... something spicy~
Levi:yes,you did
Mikasa: hange..why are you here-
Hange:I just want to see my favourite couple!
Hange:but it turns out they're still making babies~
Mikasa:I-
Hange:BYE!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~bonus
Erwin:where were you?
Hange: let's just say I'm gonna be an aunt soon
Hange:and you'll be an uncle
(~￣w￣)~
Eren: you murdered me
Eren:you bitch..
Mikasa:oh get over it..you pissed me off
Levi:Godamn...👁️👄👁️
Mikasa:Levi,what are you doing?
Kenn:don't mind him ma, he's just hunting some bird
Levi:I'm not just hunting some bird
Levi: I'm hunting a demon, who tryna steal my wife
Mikasa:Levi...
Levi:not now I'm busy
Mikasa:can we cuddle?
Levi:not now
Mikasa:fine then, at least Dan gives me cuddles
Levi:WHO
Levi:IS
Levi:DAN?!
Mikasa:This teddy bear, you named him 'Dan'.. remember?
Levi:...
Mikasa:Is my dear love Levi jealous of a bear~
Levi:no
Mikasa:hmm..I take that 'no' as a 'yes I am'
Levi: damn mikasa you're so wet
Mikasa: and who's fault is it?
Levi:I know I know..I shouldn't have pushed you
Armin:so? who's the lucky guy?can you describe him to me?
Mikasa:well...he's short
Armin:Levi?
Mikasa: mhm
Levi: mikasa I made a poem for you
Mikasa:oh really?can I hear your beautiful poem,dear?
Levi:mhm
Levi:As round as the earth, as big as the sun, softer than any soft things I've ever touched in my life. Your boobs is what I lived for.
Mikasa:
Levi:do you like it?
Mikasa:fvck you
Kenn:daddy
Levi:yes?
Kenn: when I grow up I don't wanna be like you
Levi:why not?
Kenn:cuz I don't wanna grow up to be a short grumpy old man
Levi:...
*mikasa at the back laughing*
Drunk Levi:Boobies~
Mikasa:No
Drunk Levi:yes~
Mikasa:No
Drunk Levi:yes~
Mikasa:No
Drunk Levi:No~
Mikasa:yes
Mikasa:...
Drunk Levi:yayyy boobies(~￣³￣)~
Mikasa:Damn reverse psychology
Baby kuchelle:shit
Mikasa:who taught you that?
Baby kuchelle:Daddy did
— Why do you love me?
— Because I can't help it.
A Conversation about the Sky (EreMika Fanfic)
Summary: Mikasa doesn't even notice the tightening of her fingers around his arm, or that her breathing is uneven, or that her legs and arms and her whole body is frozen and she should probably calm her heart down, but the only thing on her mind is he is here, a mantra that keeps on repeating in her head. He's here. He's here. He's here. He's really here. A smile lights up upon his face and it makes her cry even more. "Mikasa." He tries to say it with ease but his voice cracks in the middle as though he hasn't said her name for years.
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Warning: Spoilers, Angst, Emotional hurt/comfort, Canonical Character death, References to Depression, Fluff, Mutual Pining, Kissing, Making out.
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The back of a head is the first thing Mikasa sees after she opens her eyes and it takes her a moment before she can register that it is an unruly mess of brown hair on the head. It is too familiar, the shape of the head, the thin strands of the hair and how many times she has searched for this specific hair color in a sea of other colors. And she can just about imagine how it would look tied into a little ponytail as though it was a sixth sense in and of itself.
"Eren?"
She shouldn't say his name, because the figure in front of her could be anyone, but she does anyway.
The figure doesn't move an inch.
"Eren?"
His name rolling off of her tongue has always been a naturality on its own right but right now, it feels strange. As if she should have been calling his name all this time.
But didn't I?
Her arm lifts itself up, or maybe it is of her own accord, she doesn't know anything anymore, other than the fact that there is a sudden desire to touch this figure in front of her. To just have a feel of that hair, or cling onto those tattered-looking clothes, or even just a touch of the nape of his neck.
The figure is startled the moment her fingers come into contact with a little piece of his cloth, shoulders jerking up, and his body tenses up.
"Eren?" Mikasa's voice comes out as a whisper, but he nonetheless hears it. The way his ears perk up at the mention of his name remains the same, and she thinks it is as though he might get a command from someone any time now.
Please …
What? Please, what?
I don't know but please …
"Eren?" Her grip is on his arm now, too greedy for her own good but she must satisfy her hunger. She couldn't help it anymore, she has to see his face, so she twists him around and tries to locate those green as grass eyes of his until she realizes that she doesn't have to search. The pair of eyes are staring right down at her.
Mikasa is unable to open her mouth anymore so she leaves it be, her hands coming up to cover them and she can feel the slight tremble of her lips. Her thumb collects a tear that runs off on its own as a noise that sounds like a cry arose from somewhere. It isn't until later that she realizes it came from her own throat.
Those boyish facials she has spent her whole life looking after, taking care of the many scars and bruises it received due to his reckless habit of jumping face first into fights whether it concerned him or not, and the hair she remembers she based her own out of because it was the closest and only thing she could imagine that could guide the scissor in her hand, the mouth that cried out her name and it was the most beautiful sound she'd ever heard.
Eren is here in flesh.
Mikasa doesn't even notice the tightening of her fingers around his arm, or that her breathing is uneven, or that her legs and arms and her whole body is frozen and she should probably calm her heart down, but the only thing on her mind is he is here, a mantra that keeps on repeating in her head.
He's here.
He's here.
He's here.
He's really here.
A smile lights up upon his face and it makes her cry even more. "Mikasa." He tries to say it with ease but his voice cracks in the middle as though he hasn't said her name for years.
Mikasa is vaguely aware of her next movement: the wetness of her hands and cheeks is the first thing she notices but then she finds herself planting her hands all over his face, fingers crawling every nook and cranny, behind the ears, his scalp, under his jaw, half because she wants to make sure this isn't a cursed dream and half because there might be injuries hidden somewhere and she wants to be the one to treat it.
(To read more, go here.)
the Mikasa Uchiha sketches no one asked for