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Eremika Week Day 1- Makeup; When Eren is woken up way, way too early one morning, he doesn't expect the culprit to be his girlfriend, learning to do her makeup with his mom. Mikasa 100% does Eren's makeup and it's 100% incredible.

The soft, muted sound of voices straining through the wall stirred Eren from his sleep. He tried to bury himself deeper into his blankets, but the voices were persistent, a bright laugh, a sharp scream, and he knew he wasn't getting back to sleep. Rolling over, Eren grabbed his phone to check the time, it wasn't even 8am on a Saturday, who the hell was up so damn early, anyway?

He groaned, shoving his blankets to the foot of his bed and standing, fetching a shirt he deemed clean enough before wandering from his bedroom, one hand running lazily through his hair. Eren could hear the voices down the hall, muffled still, but at least he knew he wasn't making them up. His dad was at the hospital, and he didn't think his mom would have any friends over this early in the morning, but there were definitely two people speaking.

Taking the stairs two at a time, Eren ducked through the hallway to get to the bathroom, where a few peals of laughter echoed just as he arrived. Frowning, he pushed open the door, revealing his mom, her back to him as she leaned around someone, directing their hand as they swiped a small, black thing across their eyelid. His mom stood back up, her smile reflected in the mirror as she gripped Mikasa's shoulders, squeezing gently. What was Mikasa doing over so early? Granted she came over all the time, but more times than not it was to see Eren.

"Oh, it looks wonderful, dear. You're a natural at this."

"Thank you, Carla." Mikasa turned back to the mirror above the sinks, balancing her elbow precariously on the small shelf below the mirror as she swept the black eyeliner across her other eye before reaching for a small tube, shaking it gently and applying the mascara to her lashes. "What do you think?" His mom laughed gently. "Perfect. I told you it wasn't difficult."

Mikasa smiled, her eyes flitting back to the mirror, where she seemed to finally notice Eren standing at the door. She ducked under his mom's arm, pressing a kiss to his cheek when she stood before him. "Hi," she said, taking his hand. "Did we wake you?"

"Uh, yeah, but it's fine." Eren said, glancing between her and his mom. "Why-?"

Mikasa blinked slowly, tugging his hand, "Eren, do you like it?"

A thin, black line stretched from the corner of each of Mikasa's eyelids to the other end, where the eyeliner flared into a sharp curve. He recognized his mom's favorite eyeshadow, too, the color emphasizing the small flecks of color swimming in her dark eyes, the mascara pushing her lashes up way farther than he thought eyelashes could go, the blush giving her cheeks a flushed look, one he usually only saw when she was really embarrassed or had been laughing for long. But she was still Mikasa, even under all of the makeup.

"It looks really amazing, you look beautiful." He ran a hand over the back of his neck, feeling heat rise to his cheeks as he avoided his mom's knowing smile. "But, Mikasa, you don't need that stuff to look pretty. You always look, y'know, you've always been-"

"I know," she interrupted with a laugh, leaning over to kiss him quickly. "I thought knowing how to do it would come in handy, though, for dates or parties, or something." Mikasa shrugged, tilting her head back to his mom. "So I asked Carla for help, turn out this stuff is a lot easier than I assumed."

"Plus," his mom ruffled her hair, smiling brightly. "I've always wanted to pass down the wisdom of makeup. Mikasa's a fast learner, and an absolute natural. You'll be breaking hearts with your eyeliner before you know it."

"Oh my god, mom." Eren groaned, pressing his face to Mikasa's shoulder. She threaded her fingers into his hair as she laughed along with his mom, her gentle caresses through his hair nearly putting him to sleep again.

His mom nudged him gently as she passed. "I'll make some breakfast. Is Armin coming over later?"

"Probably," Eren answered, his lips against Mikasa's collarbone. Once he was sure his mom was gone he pulled away, Mikasa's grip on his hair preventing him from getting too far. He cleared his throat, looking away as she arched a slender eyebrow. "You do look really pretty, Mikasa. With or without the makeup."

"Thank you, Eren." She kissed him again, slowly, as she tugged him farther into the bathroom with her. When she broke the kiss, she pushed the makeup on the counter into a small bag, moving it to one of the shelves and tapping the counter with two fingers.

He rolled his eyes, but hopped up onto the counter regardless, locking his ankles around the small of her back when she stood directly in front of him. Mikasa dug into the small bag, producing the eyeliner she'd previously used on her own eyes.

"Mikasa-"

She uncapped the eyeliner. "I need to practice more." Her bottom lip pushed out as her eyes widened, resting her hands on his knees as she pouted up at him. Eren groaned, hanging his head in defeat; he couldn't refuse her anything, especially not when she looked at him like that. Mikasa hooked a finger under his chin, pressing a quick kiss to the corner of his mouth before positioning his face where she needed it to be. "Hold still," she murmured.

He complied, resting his hands on her waist as she fumbled about his face, whispering when to close his eyes or tilt his face so she could get the proper angle. Eren paid pretty close attention to what she was using, (he may have gotten distracted staring into her eyes when her face was close to his,) and he noticed right away when she grabbed a tube of something she hadn't used on her own face.

"Part your lips," Mikasa said, holding the lipstick below his chin.

Eren rolled his eyes. "You're not wearing lipstick."

"This isn't my shade."

"But it's mine?"

She nodded, her nose brushing against his chin. "Yup." Mikasa dragged the lipstick across his lower lip. From the awkward angle he couldn't see the shade she was applying, but something told him it didn't look good.

Mikasa told him to close his lips but just before he did he grumbled, "It's not my shade, is it?" The soft lift of her lips into a smirk was all the answer he needed. She had him press his lips together in such a way to spread the lipstick around before using a small tissue to wipe at the corners of his mouth, stepping out of his hold once she'd finished.

"Done," Mikasa announced, sly grin still in place. She reached into the drawer, pulling out a small hand mirror and handing it to him.

His eyeliner matched hers almost exactly, except she'd extended it down to his lower lid as well, the eyeshadow she'd chosen was a dark brown and green, and even shimmery, and Eren had to admit that it made his eyes look really fucking good. Mikasa had used a little bit of mascara, and blush, but Eren got distracted by the shade of the lipstick. It was a horrendous, bright purple color, standing out on his face proudly. Why did his mom even have that color?

"Well?" She prompted, pulling the mirror from his immediate gaze. Mikasa bit her lip, trying to hold back her grin but her constant glances to his lips betrayed her.

"Holy shit, Mikasa." He shook his head, letting her take the mirror and put it away. "It really is my shade." She snorted, swatting his hand away when he reached to poke at his eyeliner. "It looks awesome," he said, dropping his head to press a wet kiss to her cheek. "Mom was right, you're really good at this stuff."

Mikasa pushed his face away, laughing loudly. "Ugh," she wiped her hand across her cheek, a bright purple streak of his lipstick staining both the back of her hand and her cheek. "You got lipstick on me."

"What do you know," Eren grinned, wrapping his legs around her waist to pull her close again, her fingers threading with his. He touched his finger to the lipstick on her cheek, smearing it onto her cheekbone and down to the corner of her mouth. "It's your shade, too." He dipped his head to kiss her, but Mikasa ducked away, twisting in his embrace and pulling her phone from her pocket. "Mika-" He warned, resting his chin on the top of her head, but she only grinned, raising the phone in front of them and snapping a few pictures. He played along after the first couple, making goofy faces and pouting his lips like he'd seen Christa doing.

She flicked through the pictures on her phone, pausing on one where Eren was grinning, his eyes trained on Mikasa's face as she smiled softly below him with her thumb hooked over her shoulder. Mikasa started tapping rapidly at her phone, and Eren recognized what she was doing immediately.

"Mikasa, no!" He tried to reach for the phone, but she held it out of his reach, arching her back to keep him at bay.

"Just on Twitter, Eren."

"You have almost six hundred followers!"

She hit the 'tweet' button. "Only half of them go to our school." Shutting off her phone, she turned to press a kiss to his cheek while Eren watched in dismay as her phone began to light up with notifications ranging from favorites to replies to re-tweets, or in Ymir's case, all three with an announcement that she'd saved the picture to use at their wedding. Connie replied that it was now his Twitter header, Sasha did the same.

"You're ridiculous," he sighed.

Mikasa smiled, linking their hands and resting them on her stomach. "That's why you love me."

"Hm." Eren ran his nose along the top of her head, squeezing his legs around her waist. "Pretty sure that's not the only reason." He dropped a kiss to the back of her neck, smirking when she sighed breathlessly and tilted her head.

"Eren, Mikasa breakfast is ready." His mom popped her head into the bathroom. Eren pulled his nose from Mikasa's neck, eyeing his mom with a small grin as she appraised his new look. "The eyeliner looks absolutely flawless, Mikasa," she laughed.

Mikasa stepped out of his embrace, standing next to his mom. "Thank you. But I think what really seals the deal is the-"

"Lipstick," his mom laughed again. "Oh, dear, I hope you got pictures."

"Plenty," Mikasa answered, taking Eren's hand as he jumped down from the counter.

Eren rolled his eyes, stalking ahead of Mikasa and his mom to get to the kitchen, where a small spread of pancakes and eggs and fruit awaited them. He quickly fixed two plates, handing one to Mikasa and the other to his mom as they turned into the room. Mikasa suggested he wipe off the lipstick before eating to avoid tasting the makeup but he refused, leaning against the countertop as he took a large bite of pancakes.

"Eren," his mom said after a minute, pointing a forkful of strawberry at him. "I do hope you'll be wearing that out tonight."

"On one condition," he said around his mouthful of pancakes. He bumped Mikasa's hip, grinning over at his mom. "Mikasa wears the lipstick, too."