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Babies!

Mikasa taking care of Eren ♡

Wrap your lady in something nice for Valentine’s Day… or yourself in blankets for the ice cream and anime marathon for Single Awareness Day!

Awwww😍😍

PLEASE HE’S SO CUTE

PART 2

This will be Eren’s POV. It is part two of this Thank you for waiting! 

I hear rain outside, it’s not heavy or violent, it is peaceful rain… renewing rain. My eyelids feel heavy and I struggle to open my eyes. My head hurts and for the life of me, I can’t remember anything that has happened. Where am I? It feels like I’m on a bed, as I fist the sheets underneath me. Suddenly it hits me! I was inside the titan… where am I? 

I am finally able to open my eyes and I see the rain outside the window. My body is aching and every inch of my body is throbbing. I wipe the fog that has accumulated on the window to get a better view of the outside. It seems like I’m in a cabin, and there’s forest surrounding it. Who brought me here? I move my legs and push them to the side of the bed, and try to get up, but I struggle to get my footing. How long have I been out? 

I hold on to the nightstand next to the bed and notice that my clothes are different from last time. Someone changed my clothes? I shake my head at the thought. I think of the two people that could have done this for me, then shake my head. No… not after everything I’ve told them and the hurt I caused them. They hate me and are probably scared of me. 

I manage to make my way to the kitchen. Someone is cooking something, it’s at a low simmer meaning that they might be out. I look around the small kitchen and sit at the table. I don’t know why, but I feel that I’ve seen this before… but where? As I sit on the table, my eyes feel heavy again. My stomach grumbles, but I am too tired to pay any attention to its demands and I slowly cradle my head in my arms and fall asleep against the table. 

As I rest my head on the table, semi-consciously awake, I hear someone outside. It sounds like they are chopping something. A few moments later they are opening the door. The person seems to drop everything they hold in their hands. I slowly open my eyes to find her staring at me. She is shocked, tears brimming in her eyes. “Mikasa?” I say equally shocked. She looks at the wood she has dropped and quickly picks it up. She sets it on the table and seems nervous as she fidgets with her hands. 

“How are you feeling?” she finally asks. I am at a loss of words, I clear my throat and she quickly gets me a glass of water. I mumble a quiet thanks and clear my throat again. “I am tired, but I feel okay. Mikasa… are we in your parent’s home?” I ask and look around the home. I was only here once on that tragic day, but I remember how it looked. She hums a response and it is quiet again. Whatever it is she’s cooking begins to whistle in the pot and she gets up to turn off the fire. When she opens the pot a pleasant smell takes over the small kitchen and my stomach is the first to speak with a loud grumble. 

“Want some?” she asks. I can’t deny her, since my stomach made it loud and clear that I’m hungry. She carefully looks for a bowl, she knows what cabinet to open, and carefully scoops the food into the bowl. I am somehow entranced watching her do this. It reminds me of when my mother would serve my father and how he’ll impatiently wait for his food. Every single time he would compliment her food and follow it with a kiss. 

When she sets the bowl in front of me, she does it ever-so carefully, not wanting to spill any of it. I gulp, am I nervous? I wonder. The scent of the food fills my nostrils and I shakily lift the spoon she has handed me. I still feel tired, drained, and powerless. 

“I’ll leave you to eat, I need to do some stuff outside,” she says, and before I can taste the food she is out the door. In the old days she would probably force feed me and tell me that I mustn’t get weak. But so much has happened. I don’t really know where to pick up on our… friendship, if I can call it that. 

She probably hates me. Maybe she’s doing this because of her bond to me and not for anything else. I grip the spoon just thinking about it, but it isn’t her fault. If anything, it’s my fault. I let her follow me, I let her be by my side, thus strenghtening the bond. I always thought that I was allowing it for her sake, but I never realized that it was for mine. The realization happened during the first few days of being away from her in Marley. Other times I knew she’d come looking for me, but this time, I knew she wouldn’t, well it was more that she couldn’t. 

I remember the nights I thought about her. My face gets red thinking about it. I still remember how my heart raced after not seeing her for so long. I was on the verge of tears with so many mixed emotions. My heart clenched for how she looked, how sad her eyes were, and how badly I wanted to tell her that I missed her. But I couldn’t, I had a mission, however right now, I don’t know where that mission has gone. 

I take a bite of the food and am instantly comforted, it’s been so long since I’ve eaten her food. Trust me when I say that I tried not to think about her, but the harder I tried the more she’ll appear in my dreams both night and day. I finish the contents in my bowl and look out the window to find that it is still raining. What is she doing out in the rain? I look out the window and see her sitting on a chair in front of a patch of dirt. It looks like it used to be a garden with the way it is shaped. 

“You should come inside,” I say, and she startles when she looks at me. “You should be resting,” she says quietly and turns away. She continues to look at the dirt. Her hair is completely matted wet. Her clothes stick on her, and I try not to pay attention to that. 

“Why’d you bring me here? You didn’t have to do any of this,” I say, trying to push my feelings down. She doesn’t respond at first. “They think you’re dead, both you and I,” she finally says. What? Dead? I don’t have to voice my questions, when she answers, “Armin faked our deaths a week ago, that was the only way you could come out alive.” “You have to stop protecting me, I was sure the bond would be broken by now,” I say with a little more anger than what I’m feeling. 

“Is that why you think I do this?” Despite the rain, I see teardrops fall on her lap. And my throat has gone dry. I don’t know what to say. She covers her face and looks away as she stands up, her fist has gone limp at her side. “Do you know how many days… how many nights I spent worrying over you, wondering where you were, what you were doing… if you were eating right, if I’d see you again-” her voice breaks, and she still won’t face me, “I just want this to be over… it’s that simple.” When she says this she walks away, but I grab her arm before she can go any farther. 

“Tell me why you do this for me?” I ask almost desperately. Mikasa remains in the same position, when she says, “You are important to me, more than anyone… because I love you.” My grip falls from her arm. “Mikasa, I…” is all I can say. We both don’t move for what feels like hours. She must be waiting for something for me to say, but she gives up and is walking away . 

“I missed you,” I blurt out. She stops walking. I feel a chain break from my heart when I confess this, I don’t think I am able to say more, but my heart speaks for me, “No matter where I go, or what I do, you will always be a part of me.” I walk behind her and reach around her with my arms and hug her, I press tighter than I thought I would. Letting her know how much I mean the words. Finally, I mutter a heartfelt, “I am sorry.”

She puts her hand over mine, and turns around. We are face to face, we wait to see what’s going to happen next. “Are you going to leave again?” she asks. She is pained when she says again. And I realize that I am the one that’s always running away and I was hurting her every time I left. Her tears fall, and I gently wipe her cheek with my thumb. She closes her eyes and turns away from me, but I gently make her face me. 

****

I always thought that I was wrong for wanting to do this. That it was wrong of me to want to kiss her and feel her lips on mine. But when our lips met, it felt so right. My hands were calm and steady as I held her face in them. The rain slipped between our faces and dripped down our chins. The forest listened, the trees clapped with the wind. Her hands moved to wrap around my neck and I moved mine to wrap around her waist and lifted her closer to me. If I knew this is what kissing her felt like, I would’ve done things differently. 

When we part, we are both breathless. I push her hair back behind her ear and smile. For the life of me, I can’t remember the last time I did that. She smiles back. We don’t say anything, as we go back inside the home holding hands. We enter the warm home and the thought of calling this place home crosses my mind. We are completely soaked and I absentmindedly take off my shirt. Mikasa blinks her eyes several times before I realize what I did. 

Suddenly, the thought that we’re alone and that there’s no one that could possibly bother us crosses my mind. I’m sure she has had the same realization as she looks everywhere else but me. “I should have a dry shirt around, I’ll be back,” she hurriedly says, but I grab her wrist before she walks away. She is caught by surprise and lowers her gaze to the floor. We stand there in silence, my body knows what it wants, but my mind keeps stopping me. My hand slowly creeps up to rest at the buttons of her blouse. “Can I?” I say breathlessly. She gives a quick nod before looking away. 

I take my time unbuttoning her blouse moving slowly. The steadiness of my hand has abandoned me, as it trembles with every undone button. Her breath is getting heavier and I notice the goosebumps that have risen on her skin. Finally, I am done unbuttoning her blouse, but many things hold me back from removing it. I peek at her exposed torso, and the valley of her breasts. She looks down too, and slowly takes her shirt off. 

She gently places it on the floor and wraps her hands around my neck. When our lips meet again, there is something urgent about the way our lips mold into each other’s. Every movement is a conscious act, every item of clothing removed happens in awkward grace. I graze my hands onto every inch of her body, and she melts into every touch. I am sure the rain is still falling, but I would not know, as her beating heart against my chest and her quiet moans are the only thing that fill my ears. 

***

When the sun peeks through the window the next morning, the sun rays make sure to hit her naked skin. I stare at her and put her hair behind her ear. I kiss her exposed shoulder and move the blanket to cover her. I continue to stare at her and think about what happened last night. A smile creeps up on my face at the thought and I can’t help myself but kiss her cheek. She smiles and blinks her eyes open. I pull her close to me under the blanket and kiss her forehead, then her lips. Why did I deny myself this happiness? 

I whisper a groggy good morning and she nestles herself on my chest. “I won’t be leaving again,” I say meaning every word. Her body trembles for a moment, and her hands hold me tighter, “I won’t let you leave.” I can feel the smile on her face when she says this. Right now, all I want is to hold her close, to make the genuine smile on her face last for as long as time exists, that is my mission for now.

Can we appreciate that Eren went from that dork that didn’t understand this moment

to this

Old Eren would probably have assumed that he was just protecting a friend or a sibling. probably wouldn’t have even understood the reason falco blushed but now he jumps straight to “is it a girl” implying falco has a crush or feeling for a girl and maybe even understands him.

Yes he could have been spying, observed falco crushing on gabby or got the information from someone else but I dont think that’s the case. I feel like his face in the bottom left corner makes me think he did figure it out himself. I think Eren might be seeing himself in falco a bit here. The wanting to protect someone who is stronger then you. Of course Eren can relate to that. He’s wanted to protect Mikasa but she was always been stronger then him, leaving him unable to protect her like falco wants to protect gabby.

I think we’re seeing some development for Eren here. He’s grown and isnt the oblivous teen anymore or at least i hope so.

Lets hope that means someone positive for eremika. Maybe now Eren will understand or has already understood Mikasa’s feelings?