⋆｡°🎧ྀི.⊹₊ ⋆ i think it makes perfect sense that eren, married at 23, does not ever stop thinking or talking about his wife mikasa. whether he’s at work, university, the gym, the grocery store, out with his friends, but most especially when he’s drunk. and there’s nobody to endure it but his closest friends.
he’s not the only one who’s drunk off his ass of course.
the bar is dark with glowing warm hues that illuminate the rosy colour in his cheeks and the glossy emerald of his eyes. recovering from a fit of laughter, eren covers his eyes with his forearm, giggles softening into little gasps for breath. it would almost be easy to let the joke armin had made wash over his drunken mind — yet, he just couldn’t help but think that mikasa would have laughed.
she would have laughed, that soft lilting high-pitched laughter that made his stomach flip when he heard it. if she had been here she would have thrown her head back, ebony silk following her movement, a flash of pearly teeth and the prettiest smile, and her delicate face would’ve been outlined in gold beneath the lights.
laughter died down, even reiner’s deep chuckles had turned into a content sigh. the outside world of the bar resumed their clamour.
eren let his forearm fall from his eyes, landing in his lap. there was this sensation on his lips, a pull from both corners. a smile. reality blurred and warped he looked at his group of friends, feeling his heart race faster as he pictured mikasa among them. how she should be here. with him.
armin looked at him with a knowing grin of his own. as if waiting for him to speak the words.
and the words were spoken. “and you know what?”
armin, jean, connie, reiner, and bertholdt burst into a fit of groans, incredulous smiles and teasing throws of hands up in the air.
jean shook his head, his hand covering his face and leaving that grin of his on display. “here he goes.”
here he goes? didn’t these drunken idiots get it? how were they not thinking the exact thing he was thinking? how were they not dying to talk about it? talk about her?
eren slings an arm around jean’s shoulder, bringing him closer to him, nearly cheek to cheek, whiskey glass nearly spilling, shushing him with a finger to his lips. “shhhhh. shut the fuck up just listen. listen.”
jean puts his hands up in surrender. eren looks around at his friends, seeing familiar hardly hidden smiles and crossed arms — now silent, waiting for him to speak. as if they’d been waiting for this point in the night.
did bertholdt just slip twenty dollars to reiner?
mikasa would have noticed too. would’ve wrapped her hands around his arm and nodded to where bertholdt’s hand met reiner’s — a bill between them.
“you guys, have no idea how fucking beautiful mikasa is.”
eren presses his finger against jean’s lips harder. jean makes an attempt to bite it, but eren places his hand on his heart instead. “if she’d been here — shit. i swear the whole fuckin’ room would stop and jus’ stare. jus’ ‘cause of how pretty she is.”
he suddenly feels a pair of hands massaging his shoulders. it’s connie.
eren bunches his shirt up in his fist, excitement lighting up his eyes as he perks up, dragging jean closer to him instinctively.
mikasa who’s asleep in bed, snuggled up with a pillow as she usually was when he wasn’t home. mikasa who gasps with delight whenever he makes coffee and breakfast for her in the mornings just the way she likes it. mikasa who kisses his cheek and always leaves a stain from her lipstick. mikasa who clings onto his bicep and does little jumps of joy when she’s excited. mikasa who holds his face and places kisses all over it. mikasa who grinds into his lap and whimpers between every kiss. mikasa who whines and clings to him, drags her nails along his back. mikasa who moans his name like a prayer when they fuck. mikasa who smiles at him, this sweet and shy smile that lights up her whole face after she finishes. mikasa, his wife, who is beautiful inside and out, and purely his to love.
then the words tumble from his mouth as his mind begins to whirl and spin.
“she’s got the prettiest eyes and the prettiest fuckin’ smile. lights up her whole face — the whole fuckin’ universe actually.”
eren speaks about his wife like a thirteen year old girl who’s reciting all the details and facts about her celebrity crush.
he leans his forehead against jean, unbeknownst to jean rolling his eyes and patting his back along with connie. “shit, and when she smiles at me? fuck, i go straight to heaven. even worse when she laughs. you should hear when she starts scolding me, fuck, she’s never looked hotter. actually that’s a lie, she’s always fuckin’ hot.”
it takes a couple more minutes of rambling from eren and endearing engagement from his friends till eren finally sighs. his drunken words finally spent.
familiar laughter bubbles from armin. “we know, eren.” he takes a sip of his drink, throwing a teasing glance to eren before pushing his glasses up his nose. “i think we knew before you did.”
“lucky bastard.” jean teases, cupping eren’s jaw with his fingers.
laughter falls from eren’s lips once more, and he can’t help but think of the way mikasa would be blushing if she watched him speak about her like this. to all his friends. so brazenly. so proudly. so lovingly. extremely drunkenly.
he pushes jean playfully away from him. “damn straight. i love my wife.”
“holy lovesick teenager.” reiner jests playfully as eren takes another sip of his whiskey. “what are you, fifteen again?”
“you wanna talk about historia?” eren fires back with a grin.
the group of six bursts into drunken hoots and hollers, playfully shoving and teasing reiner as he desperately makes attempts to protest.
it isn’t any use. even with their bickering and instigating, eren still feels as though he can see her. where she should be. how she would have snorted before laughing. would have knocked her shoulder into reiner’s playfully. how she would have looked up at him, scrunched her nose and giggled. then lit up the fuckin’ universe.
she’d light up the universe once he got home. how she’d stir and rise from her slumber, blink dreams from her eyes, and crawl with limbs wobbly from sleep towards him. he could almost sigh at the warmth from her body, how she’d wrap her arms around his neck and curl into him. how she’d press a soft kiss to his neck before nuzzling into him. how her lips would curve and the world would get a little brighter.
that’s where he should be.
eren can’t wait to get home.
