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Introducing . . .
eremika — medieval au. coming soon.
HOME BECKONS THE WANDERER features struggling apprentice Eren convincing skilled swordswoman Mikasa to guide him back safely to his home village and a family he hasn't seen in years. 🏰🐴🗡️🌳🩷
Lore drops incoming in the near future . . .
#darlingkirstein fics#medieval au#eremika fanfiction#eremika fic#eremika#eren jaeger#mikasa ackerman
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I have read a lot of eremikas fics for a long time and I was reading yours and I can't help but think that you are trying very hard to copy other writers. Thats the feeling that your writing gave to me
i am sorry that my writing had that impression on you! i actually don't read fics (though i still try to support my writer friends as i can!) and i do my best to write niche/unexplored premises to create an interesting experience for readers. i write because i enjoy writing! any similarities between myself and another writer are coincidental, but they surely have my admiration! my works are not for everyone and that's perfectly okay :)
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pinterest tag game!
rules: first character, real person, quote, & outfit when you open pinterest is your vibe
anyone interested — go ahead!
the jeremy strong picture is killing me LMAO
pinterest tag game!
tagged by @littlerosette - thank you, love! how fun 🤩
rules: first character, real person, quote, & outfit when you open pinterest is your vibe
your turn! i tag @likesunsetorange @darlingkirstein @onwriting-hrarby @onigiri-dorkk @irememberthedark
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https://twitter.com/nakoneart/status/1768013866225602621?s=19
JEANPIKU 😳👀
YOU GET IT!!! it's always pieck pulling the strings (in each and every circumstance, if u catch my drift here). one tug of the tie and jean's a big flustered blushing mess who's little more than a puddle underneath pieck's smug-but-so-so-pretty smile. he thinks he's All That™️ but he wasn't prepared for her to prove him wrong! 😚
@zuzusexytiems would agree 🙏🩷
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wip wednesday!
thank you for tagging me nina 😽🩷
rules: share your last sentence; or, if you don't have one, share a plot bunny or idea!
my entry is a lengthy sentence from a thespian's coquetry prequel eren character study i'm writing!
If Grisha was convinced by his go-getter attitude, Carla persisted to feel less than thrilled by her son being cooped up in his bedroom around the solstice — a time for celebration, for most normal people, but two theatre personalities don't make a baby and expect normalcy to happen.
— anyone interested, reblog!
wip wednesday!
thank you for the tag @mollywog !!
rules: please share your last sentence; or, if you don't have one, share a plot bunny or idea!
here’s one from the bodyguard au!!!
It isn’t often that Eren feels himself get nervous—few things genuinely unnerve him. But as he sits in the living room of the Ackerman girl’s—Mikasa, he’s learned was her name—an impending sense of dread settles at the bottom of his stomach.
tagging: @karizard-ao3 @solivagantress @sinigangsta-ao3 @dead-dolphins @littlerosette and anyone else who’d like to do it!
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im just curious about your headcanon for their job (for eremika and jeanpiku if that's alright)
this question has truly thrown me for such a giant loop because im super indecisive! so i thought instead of choosing one option, i could list a few plausible options for the characters! these are just the jobs that came to mind for some reason. im sure i could come up with others but this are the first that i decided on, and i tried to choose jobs that are a little more unorthodox to be unique 🩷
also sorry for how long this has taken ! i know you've been waiting for this for a while 🫶
Eremika
— Eren Jaeger!
Physical/recreational therapist: I can imagine him wanting to help people but not wanting to be a hospital doctor or anything like that. He seems like he'd be a pretty active guy so I think a job where he gets to help people and also move around and help clients move around and recover from injury would be both fulfilling and fun for him at the same time! Or even recreational therapy, getting to help people through different activities!
Small business owner: I can see him taking the charge and owning his own business, maybe with the help of his parents with a small investment to get it started. Mikasa might also help with this when she has spare time because she wants to support him! I'm thinking something that incorporates his love of cooking, like a bakery or food shop?
Stuntman/stunt coordinator: This one is more for fun but I love picturing him as a stunt man for movies. He would get a kick out of the thrill it gives him if he's actively participating or he'd find it satisfying to coordinate really interesting stunt work. Mikasa would always be fearful that he's gonna injure himself.
— Mikasa Ackerman!
Bookstore employee: I don't know why, but I think Mikasa would love working around a quiet environment with books. Getting to provide recommendations and organize the shelves makes her feel accomplished without over-stressing her. She loves reading so the employee discount is definitely a big benefit.
Speech-language pathologist: I'm biased here because this is what I'm studying! But I think Mikasa could thrive in this job! Getting to help people struggling with communication is really fulfilling and she gets to challenge herself to find creative solutions. I think she would love working with children, helping them fix their speech sounds, or even with adults, helping with different disorders.
Daycare owner/lead employee: I think a lot of us agree that even in our modern AUs, Mikasa didn't have the happiest childhood. So, I think she tries to make sure that other children have the best possible childhood around. She would be very attentive to all their needs because she's naturally great with kids. Eren would find this so endearing and it would really give me lots of baby fever when she comes home and talks about the kiddos.
Jeanpiku
— Jean Kirstein!
Gonna start off by saying that I feel like Jean initially settles for an office job because he feels like he has to be a big breadwinner and have a stable, high-paying job but it ends up making him rather miserable so he quits to pursue other jobs.
Art restoration: I know the idea of Jean being an artist is kinda overplayed since he only draws once but I am so attached to it. But here I'm specifically thinking of him restoring old/damaged paintings for museums or for people's personal collections. He probably finds comfort in seeing the pretty paintings come back to life after being so dull. He takes it super seriously since it's so technical so he's very proud of his work and the results!
Something in the restaurant/food industry: Jean loves cooking so much! He would want to share his cooking with others. He might work at a restaurant making good or maybe even as a cooking instructor? I think that even if his job isn't in the food industry that he still volunteers his time to cook for people in need because it's something he's passionate about.
Art therapist: In a similar vein to art restoration, I am imagining him as an art therapist, trying to help people with their struggles through various forms of art. It's probably therapeutic to him, so sharing that therapy with others is so sweet to me. I think would love to work with children especially, just getting to see them smile after they've gone through some rough things :)
— Pieck Finger!
Something in journalism: Pieck would get a kick out of writing small articles for different papers or magazines, or even in the newspaper (even if it's a dying medium). She gets to show a more creative side while making a living and she also gets to work from home which is great because she's kind of a homebody! She gets to be comfortable while writing her fun articles :)
Accent/dialect coach: This is also kind of a half-serious one like the stunt coordinator one for Eren. I feel like Pieck would be weirdly good at accents, like stupidly good. So she might have fun working with actors either in bigger shows/movies or in local theatre productions to change accents.
Editor: Another job that could be done from home, I think she would like editing people's books or articles or anything to make them better. She finds it fun and satisfying to correct mistakes and make suggestions, and it's so fun because she can work on stuff from her bedroom if she so desired. Maybe she both writes and edits and just switches off depending on the day/helping out her writer friends by editing their work for them.
#eremika#jeanpiku#darlingkirstein asks#darlingkirstein headcannons#eremika headcannon#jeanpiku headcannon
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in mega loser stage actor thespian's coquetry eren jaeger we trust he is so intimidated by mikasa and doesn't know how function around her socially it's a beautiful thing 🙏
but i Digress thank u pooks for recommending a couple of my fics u are so cherished and appreciated 🩷😿
Whoever requested those fix recs thanks but i need more please :) you have good tastes
OMG I COMPLETELY FORGOT I HAVE A FIC RECS THREAD ON TWITTER!!! so there’s those!!!! and now i’ll just link any other random fics i can think of lol so some of these might not be finished!!
this mortal realm, my love, is not for us by anonymous OK THIS IS IN MY THREAD AND IN MY BOOKMARKS BUT I NEED EVERYONE TO READ THIS FIC BC IT IS GOATED TO ME!!!!! it literally makes me fucking cry it’s just so fucking beautifully written and it’s so so so so so good so go read it!!!!!!
thespian’s coquetry by @darlingkirstein an actor au with a twist!!! its actor! eren x costume designer! mikasa!! it’s such a fun au and eren’s a fucking loser lol i love it sm and i adore mar sm!!!!
unsolicited by jeagerist just read this one no further explanation necessary
scratching post by aenartargaryean the cutest little fic ever it’s so sweet and cute
nepotism baby by @darlingkirstein once again read!!! you’re in for a good time LOL
i promise you a million tomorrows by @strscrossed modern cabin au!!
the ploy by @onwriting-hrarby a fun romcom!!!! we love romcoms over here!!!
two slow dancers (last ones out) by soulsfates a sweet canonverse one shot that made me cry lol
lmao yall got me going thru my ao3 history pls im dedicated to giving yall good recs 😭😭
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eremika in any sort of romcom setting hehe
i think this is romcom-y enough??? idk it's a silly little meet cute in fantastically cheesy unrealistic scenario so i think it fits the romcom vibe Teehee🩷 hope you enjoy my pookie wookie vic <3
actor au / fluffy / rated e for everyone / 3.6k
Mikasa toils over the counter, sifting through the different orders — many have rather well-renowned names attached — to decide which ones to tackle first. Being a barista proves more difficult than she initially imagined. All she needed was a simple job to help pay the rent; the coffee shop being on a movie studio lot has been an added bonus, a chance to mingle with stars.
And by mingle, she means floundering interactions with the latest growing stars with their persnickety drink orders, some quick to complain at the smallest errors. Whenever she gets the opportunity to see someone whose likeness is stamped on a poster in her room, Mikasa mangles all attempts at compliments. Trying to praise their work only culminates in rosy cheeks and baffled looks shot back in return.
Exhaling, she gets to work, going through the orders in a procession ascending from least complicated to most tedious. Everyone seems to want extra toppings these days, extra pumps of artificial syrups that turn their 'coffee' into little more than an excessively-priced milkshake. Whatever gets them through the day, she supposes. Making a movie is tricky work.
Mikasa understands this. Sorta. Or at least, she's attempting to. The acting jobs haven't exactly been falling into her lap, though basic probability encourages her that at least one of these countless auditions have to turn into something. She's desperate for anything — at one of her past attempts, an audition for a medicine commercial, the casting agent giggled midway through her delivery of some poorly-written script. The best Mikasa's ever gotten was being an extra for an episode of a new television show — which was promptly cancelled after a first season.
She finishes an affogato and a raspberry danish for Marilyn Lawrence, lounging around on her lunch break from shooting Saturn's Divinity. It apparently takes too much effort to acknowledge Mikasa's calls of her name, too preoccupied by whatever's on her phone to pay much attention.
"Marilyn!" Mikasa repeats, nervous for yet another celebrity interaction. Lawrence only just won a BAFTA for her performance in This Holy House.
With a scoff, the actress strolls to the counter, barely mouthing a thanks before sulking back to a table, carrying all her actress-y things with.
It's hard not to feel like pond scum when the upper echelons of the acting world are hardly willing to spare her simple pleasantries, yet alone anything resembling kindness. Mikasa brushes it off, moving onto the next order.
She just gets started before Marilyn returns.
"This isn't gluten-free, is it?" The spiteful manner in which she asks has Mikasa stammering even before she attempts to answer her question.
"I, uh— I actually don't know. Let me check."
Flustered, she ducks down, foraging for a paper or manual that lists the ingredients. This is something Mikasa knows she should remember, but this job has squeezed out so much of her brain capacity that little else remains.
"You really don't remember?" Marilyn laughs, and Mikasa can hear her continued click-clacking on the phone keyboard, probably complaining to a friend. "You could've killed me, y'know. People have this little thing called celiac. It's important."
Mikasa suspects that Marilyn Lawrence does not have Celiac disease, but she isn't willing to invite even more wrath. "I'm sorry, ma'am, you're—"
"Whatever. Just figure it out and fix it."
When Mikasa falls quiet to continue her search, she expects the frustration to simmer; it doesn't, and Marilyn continues to berate her, though most of her comments are utterly nonsensical. Mikasa's manager is nowhere to be found, useless for getting her out of this less-than-lovely situation.
Her savior comes in the form of a grey-haired gentleman in a suit, bewildered as he bursts through the door, scanning everyone inside — until his gaze falls on Mikasa. He smiles, cell phone pressed tightly against his ear. Though she cannot pin down his name, Mikasa recognizes him as some movie producer, a real big shot.
"You there! Barista! Come with me."
Stunned, Mikasa points to her chest. "Me?"
Marilyn scoffs again. "Uh, hello? What about me?"
The man ignores the Hollywood A-lister, brushing past her to reach the counter. "Yes, you. We need you. I'll explain when we get there. Come on."
Head in a tizzy, Mikasa cocks her head — squinting her eyes, unsure that she isn't fast asleep in the clutches of a dream. What did some movie executive want with some barista?
"I— I think you have the wrong person."
"Jesus, there's no time for this." He turns to the side, muttering harsh words into the phone. "Yeah— I found someone. Just give us a second."
He turns his attention back to Mikasa.
"Are you gonna come with or not? We need you."
At this point, Marilyn has surpassed the angry-scolding-stage and lands in stunned silence. Mikasa still doesn't know what she's needed for, but angering a Hollywood exec is a surefire way to get blacklisted from any future opportunities. They don't want any dead weight in a cast.
"Uh, yeah— No, I'll— I'll go. I'll go."
Opportunities like this are so rare. Mikasa gets so consumed by this fleeting chance that angering her boss isn't even a concern she consciously entertains. As the executive's eyes burn a hole through her head, she feels hypnotized to untie her apron, tossing it aside. It's tempting to pinch her arm, still convinced of a REM-induced trick, but before she can ponder it, Mikasa is crossing the counter, calling her co-worker's name.
The coffee shop's manager finally appears, and as Mikasa is whisked away by the executive's firm grasp, his protests join Marilyn's, though both go utterly unanswered as Mikasa jumps onto a golf cart waiting outside the doors.
It's hard not to feel like Cinderella climbing onto that pumpkin carriage, ready for the ball.
Mikasa's heart races. She tries guessing what possibly awaits her at the end of this ride. Some secret meeting? An agent, excited to tell her that they've been monitoring her auditions and love what they see? All options feel like a pipe dream.
They arrive at an outdoor filming set, and Mikasa wonders over the absolute chaos going on, the cameramen adjusting their equipment, the mousy-haired director shouting commands through his microphone, guiding the team. She recognizes from the lovey-dovey set design that this must be for Before Affection Retires.
"Hey," the executive barks, snapping his fingers, breaking her free from her daze. "Go over to that trailer. Get in costume and then get back here."
Costume? Mikasa is dazed. She can't produce any discernible response, tumbling out of the cart, speedwalking toward the right trailer. She's never done something requiring a costume, only her plain-old, regular street clothes, blending in easily in the background. This is all new.
Before she knows it, Mikasa is donned in a pretty dress that stops just below her knees, its color somewhere between plum and maroon, the shoulders flowy and graceful. The makeup process was even more foreign — Mikasa's daily makeup routine is simplistic to the core, but the stylist here wanted her eyelashes to pop, seductive and primed for romance. A curling iron turns her hair into bouncy, bombshell waves.
She feels so unlike herself, but adrenaline sends her speeding back for the scene of the action, toward the director still barking out commands.
"You!" He cries, pointing. "Get over here! We're starting a shoot in five minutes. Get a script."
Mikasa wonders if every movie set is this hostile, or if everyone here is just having a bad day. One page from the script gets pressed against her chest, along with one order. "Memorize this."
But before she can begin, a frazzled assistant debriefs her on the whole debacle, leading her to the side and gesturing around wildly.
"You know what you're doing? Can you act?"
Mikasa blinks. "Uh, yeah? I can, yeah."
It's clear that answer doesn't instill a whole lot of confidence in the assistant, but regardless, there's apparently no time to waste on nonsense.
"Diana Baldwin is a no show. There's no time in the schedule to skip her scenes today. You'll be filling in for her for the kiss scene. Got all that?"
Diana Baldwin? That's who I'm filling in for?
There's no time to be starstruck. "Got it. Yup."
"Alright, good. You'll say the lines, and they'll do the ADR in post production. You're just a stand-in. That's it. Don't expect overnight fame, yeah?"
Mikasa nods fervently, still so confused. "No fame. That's— I'm no— Why am I here?"
The question comes out without thinking, but that thought hasn't left her mind since the coffee shop, never able to ask in the swirl of chaos.
"You look like her from the back. Same height, same build. The editors can work their magic."
She'll be little more than a green screen, but the thrill of being on a big movie set, stepping in for an actress she's long admired, is worth it.
"Where do I go? Do I— How much time?"
"Three minutes. Get studying."
Mikasa sends herself into a corner to study, scanning the swoonworthy dialogue for the upcoming scene. A big scene. Important, crucial as the romantic climax for a major Hollywood production, and it depends on her.
The words sink in slowly, as best as they can. The last thing Mikasa wants is to earn a director's ire by flubbing the script to a laughable degree. She prepares herself to be flirty, desirable.
"You! Get ready to shoot."
Mikasa scoots into the filming area, finding the mark on the grass guiding her position. As she assumes the position provided by the script, glancing absentmindedly toward the side, she catches glimpses of camera operators approaching, microphones getting closer.
"Action!"
As directed, Mikasa tilts her eyes upward — finally catching a view at her co-star. Damn near jeopardizing the sanctity of the shoot, she struggles hard to keep her jaw from dropping.
Eren Jaeger. A total heartthrob. Mikasa's harbored a subtle (not really) crush on him for the last few years, just when he began his ascent into Hollywood relevancy. She's seen most of his movies, praising multiple as her favorites. God, Mikasa knows she'll even watch the less-than-savory options, the ones without glowing reviews — independent films with tiny budgets and screenwriters that need fine tuning. She has his films ranked by her favorites, but even that is a difficult list to maintain. Though his social media presence isn't huge, Mikasa keeps up with him.
And now she gets to kiss him.
He wears an outfit so casually suave, a dress shirt with the sleeves rolled to the elbows, the first couple buttons undone for an alluring effect. His shoulder-length hair is something you'd seen on a 1990s teen pop culture magazine, harkening to the age of 'effortless' hairstyles, so swooshy. Mikasa chooses Eren over a young Leonardo DiCaprio any day of the week without hesitation.
The lines nearly slip from Mikasa's memory. She's supposed to be flirty with Eren Jaeger; now, her tasks feels all the more insurmountable to live up to, the standards raised to their highest level.
As Eren approaches, he grins. Mikasa has to remind herself that it's the character he's smiling so pretty at, not her. Some fake girl. Not her.
The tragedy of that causes her to almost miss her first line, but she pulls it together. "You came?"
"Obviously," he replies, laughing, his palms immediately cupping her cheeks. Mikasa's glad the camera isn't focused on her face — which has turned a humiliating shade of red. "You didn't think I'd really leave you behind, did you?"
Mikasa swallows. What was the line? She exhales, as propositioned, smiling, mustering up as much desperation in her tone as she can. "I don't know." This young actress has never been this nervous. "You seemed like you were in a pretty big hurry."
Here comes the most swoonworthy dialogue, the part that'll send Mikasa into cardiac arrest. Eren, or whatever his character's name is, draws her closer, their noses rubbing together. The cameras are almost intrusive now — just like they've always been in her screen tests, her daunting auditions, the technology recording her failure.
At Eren's advancing touches, Mikasa recalls another direction from the script — touch him. She nervously rests her shaky fingers on his waist, clutching his shirt. Eren Jaeger's shirt. His smell is intoxicating this close, subtle but unbelievably attractive. Potent. He continues.
"No. Never. C'mon, El. Can't leave you. You know I can't leave you. Don't give a damn about all that."
Without context, Mikasa has no idea what all that even means, but it's irrelevant. Eren has his hands grasping her face, ready to confess his deepest feelings. She swallows hard, clearing her throat.
"Don't make promises you can't keep. You'll wanna leave again. I can't keep you here."
Her delivery has a shakier quality to it than a professional actress might have, but Mikasa's just proud of herself for not melting to a puddle.
Eren, formidable in his role, just as strong as he looks on the silver screen, pushes her back until they've stumbled into the stone railing behind them — a totally improved move that catches Mikasa off guard, her breath hitching.
Before she can process anything, his lips are latched onto hers, hungrily, his character so desperate to prove his affections to this El girl. He tastes just as good as he has in Mikasa's most shameful dreams, the ones where she gets to do exactly what she's doing now, standing tall as Eren's co-star, the recipient of all his perfectly-acted kisses across an excessive number of takes.
Happy to indulge in this fantasy, Mikasa loses herself in the scene, determined to live up to the expectations placed onto her. She clutches onto Eren, brave enough to engage her mouth, providing her own energy to the kiss. Good God. I'm kidding Eren Jaeger. This is all real.
"Not going anywhere," Eren mewls, too convincing in his 'acting', slipping into this character with so little effort. His hands find Mikasa's thighs, squeezing as she's hoisted into his strong arms, legs with no destination but to wrap around his waist. "I need you. I need you."
Mikasa can't contain herself. Her poor heart is close to giving out, and her stomach flips and clenches and every tumultuous sensation between. She forgets this is a movie, on a set, surrounded by strangers watching them kiss.
One more line. "Stay here. Stay with me, please."
"I will, you goddamn, gorgeous idiot. I'm here."
They kiss longer — so much longer — until the immersion is decimated by the director calling cut, leaving Mikasa in the unfortunate reality where Eren swiftly drops her down to her feet. Through the megaphone, the director praises them — before asserting that they would return for a second, precautionary take.
"Hey," Eren starts, his regular, out-of-character tone somehow so different from his voice during shooting. He's more relaxed. Mikasa's used to this voice from all the interviews she's seen.
"Hi." She keeps her eyes averted, too flustered to even dare looking at him after that. He's famous. She's a nobody, wannabe actress that's stuck working a part-time throwaway job. Still, her awkward smile seems to endear her to him.
"Are you alright? I'm sorry for surprising you like that. Felt like it might help the scene." He sounds pleased with himself for concocting the idea. "I didn't hurt you or anything, did I?"
As if he couldn't get anymore perfect. He's a massive sweetheart, too, not some prima donna.
"No— not at all. It was— it was clever."
"You think so? I worried it might be too much."
She's unsure how to reassure him of the move's success without exposing her gigantic crush.
"I think the women watching will be happy."
Eren laughs and it's sublimely charming. "Well, then I'm happy with it. You're all hard to please."
Behind her back, Mikasa fidgets with her fingers, cracking her knuckles like crazy — anything to relieve the what-is-happening-right-now energy coursing through her bloodstream and incapable of exiting any of her brain's fixated thinking.
"Ah, well— I doubt you could disappoint them."
Instantly, she wants to slam her palm so hard into her forehead that it sends her flying. He doesn't need another weirdo fangirl. I've seen the comments on his Instagram. There's enough of those already. If he's annoyed, Eren conceals that frustration with ease, accepting the vote of confidence with a gracious simper.
"Thanks." He exhales deeply, finding his place beside her against the railing. "Are you an actress? How'd you get wrapped up in all this?"
Calling herself an actress in Eren's presence seems rather reductive of his talent. Mikasa shrugs, biting the inside of her cheeks. "Sorta? Not really. I'm— I'm trying to be, at least."
Eren smiles. "Have I seen anything you've done?"
He's much easier to talk to than someone like Marilyn Lawrence. He's more— more human.
"If you watched Avalon Harbor, you might've caught me in the background for a second. I think it was at 36:20, if you feel like double checking."
Pathetic as it sounds, her jokes makes Eren snort, and Mikasa considers that a win. "You know what, I'll have to give it a rewatch sometime."
A different production assistant brings them bottles of water while they wait to reconvene. There's a painful silence between them — a silence that Mikasa wishes to fill with a million questions about his acting, his roles, his journey from child clothes model to big screen cash cow.
Somehow, though, he's equally interested in her.
"So, Ms. Avalon Harbor, you didn't really answer my question. Where'd they find you?"
Mikasa sighs. Now he'll really know I'm a loser.
"The coffee shop down the street. I work there."
He laughs again. "I— I didn't expect that one."
Just as she's about to attempt another joke, anything to hear his pretty laugh again, the director cuts their conversation short, summoning the cast and crew back into position.
"It was nice to chat with you— Wait, what's your name? Just realized I have no idea."
She swallows, lump building in her throat. You're about to be on a first name basis. "Mikasa."
"Eren," he replies, a formality more than anything. "Maybe we'll get to work together again one day."
Don't get your hopes up, she tells herself. "I'm happy to just be in the audience, really."
He smiles as he backpedals back to his starting position, and that smile lingers on Mikasa's brain all the way until the director calls action.
Returning to her barista job after the previous day's events is harder than she anticipates. Getting a taste of a real actresses' life didn't quench that dream — it only thickened her thirst to be on more movie sets, to experience the thrill of producing something from nothing, to turn a script into a visual manifestation for audiences.
Kissing Eren Jaeger played a big part, obviously.
It's hard to keep her mind off their scenes while cleaning the counter during a lull in customers. Her eyes fixate onto the speckles hidden into the quartz countertop, utterly lost in a daydream, replaying the kiss in her head just like she's rewatched some of Eren's movies on repeat.
A gentle voice cuts through her folly.
"What do you recommend? I can't decide."
Startled, Mikasa gets ready to issue so many apologies for being so ditzy, so inattentive. The last thing she needs is a customer complaint.
When she catches the man's eyes, she's even more startled to see Eren standing there.
"Oh! It's you, I— I'm so sorry, I didn't—"
"No need to apologize. Did I scare you?"
Behind Eren, some customers look up from their coffees to gawk at him — the penalty that comes with achieving some stardom (and the unfortunate consequences of being blessed with unnaturally beautiful cheekbones).
Mikasa laughs, flustered. Her cheeks give away just how unprepared she is for this encounter.
"A little, yeah. Thought I was gonna get an earful."
"Nope. Just wanted to stop by and see you."
See me? It's too good to be true.
"Uh, you did?" Mikasa chides herself. This flirting isn't very good, considering that their tongues were practically wrapped together just yesterday.
Eren leans across the counter, gushing his voice to avoid any pesky eavesdropping.
"Sure did. You're a fun co-star. That's rare these days. Plus, you're a pretty good kisser, too."
Instantly, Mikasa's hand covers her face, the redness flushed across her features too much to bear — Eren Jaeger likes my kissing. Me.
Undisturbed by her inability to accept his compliments with any decorum, Eren continues, glancing quickly at the clock on the wall.
"Do you have a break coming up? I'm done for the day. Thought we could go for a walk. If you want."
It's starting to dawn on her how quickly her life has been rocketed off its predicted trajectory because of a resemblance to another actress.
Is he actually asking me out? She hasn't felt this giddy in— well, since his last movie came out.
"I'm off in ten minutes, actually. I'd— I'd love to."
"Great. Then it's settled. I'll take you on a tour."
A lackluster shift becomes the second-best she's ever worked, just trailing behind yesterday's. She smiles so brightly, hard enough to hurt her cheeks, straining the muscles that she usually saves for pretending to tolerate customers.
"Do you still want that recommendation? I can make something for you while you wait."
He grins, amused. "Oh no, I don't like coffee. Just needed something cute to get your attention."
Unwilling to let her get the last laugh, Eren sticks a bill into the tip jar and slinks off to one of the tables, smiling at her from hidden his hand.
Mikasa blushes.
He might be a good actor, but he's just as terrible at hiding a crush as I am.
— (Hope you enjoyed reading! It would be so fun to imagine how they'll spend their walk and how their little courtship would develop into a relationship 🩷 eremika wholesome moment was very fun to write after so much angst!)
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Psst hello if I haven't seen midsommar can I still read ur midsommar fic or do I need that context to understand certain things
hi!! no you do not! the plot is inspired by midsommar but the details are still different and the cult is my creation! you'll be all good :) thank you for being interested in reading! 📖 🌻
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Eren suffers a devastating, unexpected loss that forever alters his life and leaves him reeling;
— heavy angst. mature.
— 9.6k words
“Stop messing with me.” Between the receptionist and this doctor, he’s sick of how delicately everyone is mincing their words. “What happened to them? When can I see them? ”
“I’m sorry, Mr. Jaeger. Your parents were dead on arrival.”
No. No chance. Eren shakes his head, never blinking. “No, they weren’t.”
“I know this is difficult — but they died quickly. No suffering. You can find comfor—”
“No.” Lips quivering, a laugh escapes Eren as tears form. “You’re lying.”
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me when 😿😿 me when when vic 😿😿
Hey I was just wondering what are some of your favorite eremika fics. I was hoping to get some that were multi chapter :)
OMG I LOVE THIS QUESTION!!!! linking my bookmarks on ao3 bc i have a bunch of favs in there and then here are some others i remember!! also my fic recs tag here on tumblr has so many by my amazing writer moots!!!
literally anything by dark_titanium she writes the funniest fucking fics and they’re so fun!!! switch is mc and a fandom fav too!!! she’s also here on tumblr and her tumblr is so fun @sunlightandsuffering !!!!
how to coexist by spoiler_arlert is probably one of my all time fav eremika fics and karsyn was actually one of my first friends i made in the fandom :’) i hope she comes back soon i miss her sm!!!
the promised princess by @dead-dolphins i could write an essay about how amazing this fic is like it’s truly novel quality and ro is so fucking talented like i’ve cried so many times reading tpp it’s literally so special to me like i literally adore it with my whole little heart!! i never really read fantasy but tpp made me adore the genre and im even starting asoiaf bc of it!!! i also just love ro so much and i always feel honored to be apart of helping with such an amazing fic!! even if it’s just smth as small as helping with grammar :’)
how to be by infintify is another one of my favs it’s lowkey super angsty and not a lot of people talk about it but it’s super super good!!!!
can’t get enough and the entire 5 star universe by @irememberthedark is my roman empire actually!!! i remember reading that fic before i joined the fandom or wrote dol like i read it sm times and i love that universe sm i tell kb that all the time 😭
touch by fenroargreyfront this is the first em fic i ever read!! it’s only four chapters but im convinced it was the perfect intro to eremika for me and why i love them so much!!!!
degrees of sleeplessness a teacher au!!!!!
a beginners guide to destroying the moon by @darlingkirstein angsty but the em relationship is super sweet and i’ve always loved the summary of it it lives rent free in my head!!!
i could list so many more but if you want any specific recs feel free to ask :))
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me to your writing
https://twitter.com/galacticidiots/status/1765843961791324242?s=19
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this is too sweet anon i nearly teared up. unfathomable to me that someone could see that message and think of me. all my deepest affections your way, hope you’re having a wonderful day and staying happy and healthy 😿
hope to have more writings soon <3
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can't believe people like @karizard-ao3 & @sinigangsta-ao3 & @likesunsetorange & @littlerosette & @darlingkirstein & @strscrossed & @sunlightandsuffering & @cxcassii & @dead-dolphins & @herblacktights & @outthewoods & @six-magnitude-girl exist. like y'all are just out here writing books. for free. that we can enjoy. for free. like wow. truly incredible. could not support my crippling addiction to eremika without y'all. I am giving you all the biggest internet kiss.
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Mara Sov, Queen of the Reef is many things. Powerful, proud, a manipulator. She's devoted, a fierce protector, defiant of temptation. Mara is flawed, but she is what all good Queens must be; an ironclad symbol of certainty, singularly dedicated to her people. Women's History Month
#mara sov#destiny 2#destiny#i love her so dearly#my beloved female manipulator#i support womens rights and womens wrongs
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Pieck and Mika radiates mother energy for me 😌
you’re so right 🙏 best mommas around 😿 their kiddos would adore them so so much. pieck would be fun mom for sure and mikasa is the mom you feel comfortable spilling your secrets to and confiding in when something’s wrong <3 feel like they’d also both be super protective of their kiddos, no matter what age they are!! they don’t tolerate anybody mistreating those babies, momma bear instincts kick in and they handle it — in different ways, im sure, but no situation goes unhandled with either of them. im loving spending all this time thinking about them as mommas 😿 been very wholesome, headcanoning is so fun!!
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Late patreon B-day shout out!
Happy late B-day Carrie Miller!
I hope your birthday was a good one and that you like this portrait of Crow from Destiny 2. Thank you for your support and patience! Destiny 2 Crow
If you want a free B-day drawing, I give them out on my patreon. As a thank you too the people who joined. Some ranks though don't qualify for one as these take a lot of time and I was swamped the last time I gave it too all ranks.
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CAN I JUST SAY THIS... because I love how you write them so intimately. Your way of writing never fails to make me feel things. I love every gesture, the way they take of each other, the way they crave for each other, even the littlest things, I can't describe it so well but it's so intimate, not necessarily in a sexual way, but you get it. Your ideas are too good. AARRGG!! MY fav EM/JP writer ❤️
this is so sweet i could cry!!! 😿 im so happy that my writing is able to make you feel all those happy feelings :)))) intimacy is so fun to explore in ships/couples, so im having so much fun creating these headcanons and imagining them in different scenarios!!! gosh i hope i can continue to please you with what im positing. i cant believe you would consider me your favorite 🥹 such an honor, i’d so happily write things for you forever. thank you so so much for supporting me and for saying all these wonderful things to me. you’re so deeply appreciated, put a big smile on my face!!!
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