◆𝐌𝐘 𝐁𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃 ; 𝐦𝐢𝐤𝐚𝐬𝐚 𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧

✐O12

episodio doce -‣ 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔶 𝔨𝔫𝔬𝔴
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"y/n we need to talk to you"

"what's the matter ma, pa?"

"sit down please hun" your parents were sitting on the living room couch, signaling for you to sit on the armchair opposite them. you weren't gonna lie, you were scared, being a closeted lesbian and all. you slowly made your way to the armchair and sat down, waiting for your parents to speak up.

"are you gay y/n"

"are you with mikasa"

you knew it. you tried not to show any reaction, just thinking of a way to say no.

"what? no- we're bestfriends?"

"bestfriends don't act like that y/n"

"what?"

"you cry everytime mikasa leaves. you practically live together. when you're not together you're facetiming eachother."

"y/n we know. we love you okay hun, nothing will ever change that"

you weren't ready- all of a sudden your parents sit you down and tell you your biggest secret what are you supposed to do when that happens? whilst thinking tears started falling from your eyes. your mother stood up from the couch and went to give you a hug, your father following not far behind her. you were sobbing with both of them around you

"mikasa's straight"

they said nothing, just hugged you harder and let you cry it all out.

• • •

"we love you y/n"

"I love you too"

you were slowly calming down, just lightly hiccuping. you felt tired from the crying and struggled to keep your eyes open.

"why don't I carry you to bed like I used to?" said your father, realising how sleapy you were. you just nodded, too tired to say anything and with that he picked you up, groaning none the less.

"oh god, you're so heavy"

"don't say that" your mother slapped his arm.

"sorry. you've grown too big y/n"

"that's not any better" your mother puffed. you felt yourself get carried up some stairs and into a room that smelt like lavender- it reminded you of mikasa, since she practically lived there you always had a bottle of her favourite lavender shampoo. you were placed on a bed and you grabbed your favourite plushie, the one mikasa won you at a fair, hugging it tightly.

"goodnight y/n"

you heard the door close and started drifting to sleep. smelling lavender and hugging the plushie, almost like smelling mikasa and hugging her.

• • •

*buzz* *buzz* *buzz*

you feel a buzz under your head, waking you up. you sit up slowly looking half dead, flipping your pillow over to find the buzzing thing. your phone. you opened your phone to see you had billions upon billions of missed calls from her. she calls you once again and this time you pick up.

"mi-"

"WHERE ARE YOU?"

"huh? what mika, I'm in bed"

"WHY DIDN'T YOU COME TO SCHOOL"

you look over to the clock on your bedside table to see it was 5 o clock, your parents let you sleep in.

"shit. my parents must've let me sleep in today, I went to bed crying." you knew you shouldn't have said that, now mikasa would ask.

"y/n I'm coming over right now" her tone had softened

"mika, I just woke up"

"no. y/n I'm coming over, and you're gonna tell me what happened. see you in a bit" she then hung up straight away. you really didn't want to see mikasa right now, she was the reason you were crying. you promised you wouldn't fall for a straight girl but here you are. not only that, but you were now, technically, out to your parents. what a mess.

• • •

you heard someone knock on the door, your mother opened it before you could even get out of bed and let the girl in.

"they're in their room" you heard her say

"thankyou for coming mikasa"
you then heard footsteps coming up the stairs and mikasa was there, standing at the doorway.

"can I come in"

"yes you idiot, come in"

she dropped her stuff walking over to you to give you a big ass hug. her touch was soft, but strong- if only she could hold you like this forever. you tried to let go but couldn't, its almost like she read your mind and didn't let you go.

"what happened"

mikasa had now started stroking your hair, combing it with her fingers, still holding you in her arms.

"they know" you started sobbing, smelling the lavender you loved and feeling her arms wrapped around you.

"it's okay y/n, take your time" she hummed. tears wouldn't stop falling, she cared so much for you but not the way you wanted her to. it broke your heart. you mustered up the courage to say the sentence-

"they know I'm gay"

you changed your mind at the last second, you decided now was not the time to tell her. she hugged you tighter, you felt tike you were gonna pop but you didn't care

"are they okay with it"

"yeah"

"I'm proud of you y/n"

she kept holding you, playing with your hair. she started humming a sweet lullaby

"are you gonna hum that to our first child too"

"why not" she whispered, laughing.