Pairing: Eren/Mikasa, Ymir/Historia, & Others Implied
Setting: Modern Day AU; Direct Sequel to Christmas Shopping
Words: 3004
Rating: T (Language and implied Sexual Situations)
Notes: I got a few people asking for a sequel to that one and at first I was like nah, it's done and I like it the way it is. Then I got this image of Eren shocking Mikasa by kissing her at midnight on New Year's Day and I thought this would be a good setting for that. This is also the one I wrote and lost and had to rewrite but whatever, I still like it.
Also the game they are playing is a real game called "Geek Out" where you get a challenge to name a certain amount of things. You go around the table and the next person can fold or raise the amount they can name; when the last person backs out, the person who betted the most has to name that number of things to win the round or get a negative point if they were just bluffing to get the next person to up their bet. Its super fun, and super fun when you've been drinking haha (but distracting it took me like 5 minutes to name 18 fictional orphans and four of them are in this fic xD)
For Auld Lang Syne
"It's almost time!" Connie exclaimed as he jumped up on the coffee table. "Almost time to ring in the New Year!"
"How about we not break something this year," Jean grunted, pulling Connie off the table while trying not to have him spill his drink everywhere.
Mikasa was pretty sure that wouldn't happen, not when Connie and Sasha already started counting drinks on their other hand and Reiner tried to bench press the couch Annie and Bertholdt were sitting on twice now. Jean drew the short straw for this party, forcing him to be the designated house watcher to make sure everyone behaved themselves. At least he had Marco who volunteered to help but he was in for quite a job regardless.
Mikasa was leaning up against the kitchen doorway keeping an eye out in case anyone wanted more food brought out. Their traditional New Year's party was at Sasha's house this time meaning they got to use her father's kitchen; as a hunter and a chef, he had the biggest kitchen Mikasa ever saw. Everyone else seemed to be pretty preoccupied though. Eren, Armin, and Sasha were sitting on the ground around another coffee table playing a game with Annie, Bertholdt, and Ymir on the nearby couch. Jean took a seat on the other couch with Marco while Connie was dancing to the sounds of the TV hosts talking about the ball dropping. Historia left the room but Mikasa wasn't sure where she went.
All and all it was a typical gathering.
"You are such a liar, Eren Jaeger!" Armin said with an outrageous laugh, telling Mikasa he had a bit more to drink than usual. "You do not know more Star Wars planets than me."
A very typical gathering.
"C'mon, buddy, who do you think watched all those movies with you all the time?" Eren said in mock outrage, shoving his shoulder into Armin's. "I know seven planets. I got this."
A grin spread across Armin's lips. "Then I know eight planets."
Eren took a sip from his drink as he contemplated the bet. He clearly hadn't reached the point in his playing where his thought process consisted of "I will top any bet given dammed if I know it or not but I have to win" quite yet but that smile told Mikasa all she needed know; everyone else had folded so it was down to just him and Armin.
"Nine."
Armin gestured for Eren to go on with it.
"Okay," Eren rubbed his hands together. "Tatooine and Endor."
"Everyone knows those," Jean snorted. "Try a little harder will you."
Eren chose to ignore him. "Uhh…Hoth and…Alderaan…How many is that?"
"Four keep going," Mikasa called over.
Eren turned to give her a thumbs up before he started to think again. Sasha started throwing some popcorn his way which only distracted Eren making him try to catch it in his mouth as opposed to actually giving answers.
"Keep going already," Ymir said.
"Hey, Mikasa." Historia's voice nearly made Mikasa jump, not quite expecting the shorter girl to pop up next to her.
"Oh, hi," Mikasa said, giving a small smile. She didn't quite know Historia and Ymir as well as some of the others, only having met them this year in college. Everyone else, save for Marco who was also a new addition, Mikasa knew since high school. "What's up?"
"Naboo," Eren said.
"Don't bring the prequels into this, doesn't count," Jean called out.
"Don't be such a fucking hipster, it still counts."
"I'm not good at this game," Historia laughed lightly. "It's been fun to watch though."
"I normally don't play either," Mikasa shrugged. "I tend to just get turned into the referee."
Historia laughed. "They seem like they would need it, what with the fights, side stories, and food throwing."
"Cloud City?"
"Boo, Eren, that's not a planet!" Sasha exclaimed causing everyone to start to call out similar heckles.
"Okay, okay, shut up! Dantooine, there. That's…uh…"
"Seven," Armin answered.
"Oh wow!" Historia exclaimed reaching over to Mikasa's arm, her fingers around the charm on her bracelet. "It's beautiful, where did you get it?"
Mikasa couldn't have fought the smile off her face even if she tried. She still remembered how she felt opening the small box on Christmas morning and being more than a little surprised to see such a beautiful bracelet sitting there. She knew he was just being nice but for a moment she liked to think maybe it was something more. "Eren got it for me for Christmas."
Historia made an understanding noise. "I'm sorry, I would've assumed but I didn't know you were together."
"Oh, oh no." She felt her face heat up suddenly at the accusation. "We're not…he wouldn't have…we're just friends."
The heart and wings charm fell back against Mikasa's arm as Historia let it go. She didn't really look like she bought that at all. "I mean, you know him better than me but normally friends don't give just a friend jewelry like that." She shrugged and gave Mikasa a wave before heading back over to the couch; she didn't get too far though, Ymir grabbing a hold of the small blonde to pull Historia down on her lap.
"And Dagobah! That's nine! Gimmie my damn card."
Sasha tossed the card at him that Eren had to reach up to catch, but he seemed perfectly okay with that.
Mikasa glanced down at the bracelet that rested on her arm since the day she was given it. Historia was wrong; Mikasa did know Eren better, of course she did, and she knew he very well didn't mean anything by it. She just had to keep telling herself that, otherwise it just hurt too much to hope; Mikasa learned that long ago. She let herself hope briefly after he gave it to her, even Aunt Carla and Uncle Grisha had some implicating comments to say but Eren shut them all down. Mikasa just decided to treasure it as a gift from her best friend, that's all she could do.
"Okay, that was the last round. Who won?" Annie said, tossing her cards onto the table. "Let me guess, Armin."
Armin held his handful of cards in front of his face and his eyes told he was grinning behind them.
Eren reached over to shove Armin's head with his hand causing the blond to laugh even more.
"Hey, look at that," Reiner said, looking around the coffee table to the TV. "Half an hour till midnight. Almost there."
Connie cheered, his body draped over the armchair that was right by the TV but he looked more like he was going to fall asleep than anything.
"Time to get the champagne ready," Sasha said jumping up to her feet but nearly falling over trying to do so.
"Maybe someone with steadier hands so we don't have a champagne river in the kitchen," Ymir snorted. "Though, I suppose that could be fun."
"I got it." Annie stood up, tapping Bertholdt on the back to follow her into the kitchen.
Mikasa went to go after them, figuring there were quite a few people here to find glasses for and pour the drinks but really she couldn't get the hot feeling out of her cheeks or the way her stomach fluttered every time Eren said anything. This is what she got for having a ridiculous crush on the boy she lived with since she was nine years old.
"Mikasa!" Eren called, stopping her in her tracks. He was leaning his head back towards her, gesturing for her to come join them.
As if she'd ever say no.
She tossed her empty cup in the garbage bag hanging on the kitchen door, before going to sit between Eren and Armin. "How many cards did you get?" Mikasa asked, leaning over Eren's shoulder. She tried to ignore the way her heart started racing at the close proximity; it didn't work very well.
"Three. I don't think I've ever come close to beating him," Eren rolled his eyes, jutting his thump towards Armin.
"It's okay, Eren," Marco said from his spot on the couch. He put his hand up over his mouth, blocking it from Jean. "I can't beat him either." He tried to mouth it but it clearly didn't work as Jean sent the back of his hand towards Marco, hitting him in the stomach. It couldn't have hurt though because Marco was laughing.
"How's it going in there!" Sasha shouted, much too loud, towards the kitchen.
"Working on it," Bertholdt said back.
Sasha sat back down satisfied for the time being as she took a sip from her glass she had on the table.
"What didn't you play with us?" Eren asked, shifting his body so he was facing her as he picked up his own glass from the table.
"Even I can't beat Armin," Mikasa shrugged. "Plus whenever I do you always just try to get me to tell you the answers anyway."
"I knew it," Jean accused, pointing his finger towards Eren. "I knew you were cheating last time we all played!"
"Hey, I don't cheat!" Eren said back but Mikasa elbowed him in the side. "Often." He looked back at her with that smile on his face that she knew so well.
Armin moved to start picking up the pieces of the game while shaking his head; Sasha tried to help but she kept putting everything in the wrong spot.
"Connie's out," Reiner said, nodding towards the boy who, sure enough, was passed out in the armchair. "First one who gets a marker gets dibbs."
Mikasa was pretty sure she never saw Sasha get up and run so fast.
"Make sure it's washable!" Marco shouted after her.
"Another year gone, huh," Eren said, getting Mikasa's attention again.
Annie and Bertholdt had started to bring in the champagne glasses to pass around.
"Seems like it went too fast like always," she said, bumping her shoulder into his. "And winter break is going by too fast."
Eren nodded, finishing up the last of his drink. "Have anything you wished you did this year?"
The question sent a jolt down her spine. Yeah, she told herself, every year I tell myself I'll just tell you but every year I can't. "No," she said instead with a small smile. "It was a pretty good year."
He watched her like he knew she was lying, which in hindsight he probably did.
"What about you?" she asked.
Eren nodded. "Yeah, but a new year for new things, right?"
Mikasa arched her eyebrow at him; he was acting a little strange. "Where's Eren who could care less about the coming and going of years save for drinking champagne at midnight?"
He snorted. "You make me sound so petty."
"Well," she shrugged, though she felt the smile pulling at her lips.
"Thanks for being on my side," he scoffed, but his hands were already at her sides pushing in all the places that he very well knew would make her laugh.
"Stop it!" she called out, well tried to between her laughter. She tried to pry his hands away but she wasn't sure if she drank too much or if he just got stronger because he was relentless. "Eren!"
"Okay, knock it off," Annie said, holding out two glasses their way. "Before you act even more disgusting."
Eren let go of Mikasa and took both glasses, passing one over to her as Annie headed back into the kitchen.
"It's getting close," Reiner shouted, still lounging on the couch and watching Sasha draw God knows what on Connie's face.
"Last one," Berthodt said handing one glass to Armin and holding the other one himself as Annie came back with her own glass.
"Please don't spill anything," Jean said, holding his glass carefully and turning up the volume on the TV.
"As long as it's not red wine my dad won't care," Sasha waved him off but Jean didn't really look like that made him feel better. He really should consider himself lucky; this long with no incident wasn't usual.
"Okay, Sasha, that's enough coloring. Come over and get your drink, they're about to start," Historia said, though she looked like she was more amused than anything.
Sasha added one more line on Connie's still sleeping face and jumped over to get her drink from Historia. "Ready!"
"Ymir, the drink is supposed to wait till after," Reiner said, kicking her in the back with his leg.
"Then make them hurry it up."
Armin snorted. "I'm pretty sure they're going as fast as 60 seconds per minute will allow them."
"Okay, guys, shhh," Marco said, gesturing towards the TV. "It's starting."
Mikasa pulled her legs up to her chest as she sat on her spot on the floor, trying to ignore the way her stomach sank as the TV started the countdown and trying to ignore Eren's arm brushing up against her whenever he moved.
10
Mikasa hated this part.
9
It was such a stupid thing to kiss someone at midnight.
8
Who even came up with that?
7
Armin would probably know.
6
She gripped onto her champagne glass, eyes focused on the TV.
5
And definitely not on the boy sitting next to her.
4
The one she had wanted to kiss for God knows how long.
3
She felt a familiar touch on her face, pulling her gaze towards Eren.
2
Mikasa furrowed her brow as Eren watched her; she opened her mouth to ask him what was wrong but she didn't get a chance.
1
Cheers when up all around the room as music played from the TV, but all Mikasa saw was Eren's other hand reached up to her face, pulling her closer until his lips were pressed to hers.
She was so surprised she nearly dropped her glass, but it was almost like second nature to just kiss him back like she always wanted to. Mikasa didn't know why or how but his kiss was so light and careful, his touch soft. She couldn't hold in the small cry when he pulled away, his hands still on her face.
Eren didn't say anything; he just watched her, a red tint on his cheeks.
She knew he was trying to gage her reaction. Mikasa placed her glass on the nearby the table; she heard everyone around them still celebrating but she paid them no mind. Her hands were shaking slightly, warmth swirling in her stomach but without a word and without hesitation her lips met his again. Eren seemed to be the one surprised this time but he moved his hands back through her hair, holding her head close as she reached her arms up around his neck.
While it started off as careful, tentative, soft, each motion got quicker, a little more confident. His hands tightened their grasp on her while she pulled herself closer to him. She felt the warmth that only Eren brought; his smell, his taste, all of it had her head foggy, only being able to focus moving her mouth with his, running her tongue against his bottom lip.
A cat call reminded her exactly where she was. She felt a quick surge of embarrassment but Eren didn't seem to care since he didn't move.
"For fucks sake get a room," Jean grunted from somewhere in the room.
"Stop it," Sasha said. "It's adorable."
"It's about time is what it is," Armin said.
That just about did it. She felt Eren start to smile against her lips before he pulled away but he didn't drop his hands from her hair. "Don't you all have any decency?"
"You're the one who started making out with your girl in the middle of the room. I don't think we need to question who has decency and who doesn't," Ymir said, with Historia covering her laughter behind her hand from her spot on Ymir's lap.
Mikasa felt like her face was on fire; she dropped her hands from around his neck as he untangled his hands from her hair. She felt Eren's gaze on her but now she really wasn't sure what to say to him. She glanced over only to see Eren grinning over at her and it was impossible not to smile back.
Without a word, he reached over to grab a hold of her waist, pulling her closer until his legs were on either side of her, her back against his chest. It was familiar, not being the first time they had ever sat like that, but this time Eren laced his fingers with hers.
Mikasa's heart jumped into her throat as goose bumps rose on her skin.
"How about…" Eren started, his head close to hers. "This year we give this…" He raised their entwined hands. "A try."
She turned her head to look at him. He had his eyes on her but his cheeks still looked a little red, his heart pounding against his chest. The charm of the bracelet he gave her was pressed up between their arms.
"Yeah," she said trying to bite back her smile; it didn't work.
Those eyes she loved so much brightened up. "Yeah?"
"Yeah."
This time she wasn't sure which one of them moved first but his lips where on hers again. It was too bad the groans in the room again made her laugh, pulling away from him lightly. Everything seemed to be a bit brighter now.
Armin had a grin on his lips that was a mix of happy and I told you so. "I'd like to request not to stay in the same room as them tonight." He ducked a pillow that Eren tossed at his head but the pillow hit the vase on the window behind Armin.
The vase tipped and shattered to the ground.
Eren gave Jean and Marco a sheepish grin. "Oops."
"Goddamnit," Jean grumbled. "One year, just one year, you moron."
Mikasa was pretty sure she laughed harder than anyone in the room.