#my [(or the body's)] bir thday!!!
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my bday is soon and I was wondering if u could probs write this for me🥺? a real cute fanfic of how levi would surprise his partner, like he pretends he forgets it and that makes y/n sad but he’s actually planning something big and bought lots of gifts, bringing thier close friends (Eren, Jean , mikasa etc) And in the evening he takes them to the cliff to see the view and he starts tellin y/n how much they love them (cuz they rlly wanna hear levi say that but he stutters and gets nervous while doin that) and just make them feel special 🥺 I’m all alone on my bday so writing this would absolutely make my day! (Plss add some fluff and cute scenes if u got any in mind!)
omg, first of all HAPPY BIRTHDAY! i hope this can be my present for you <3 ! i hope you have a good day! hope you like it!! <3
thanks to @breathes24 and @queko13 for the help ! (and the moral help)
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❁ levi x reader
❁ modern au!
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You feel Levi's body against you when you wake up. His hot skin close to yours. You turn around, facing him. He opens an eye and looks at you.
"Good morning." he says.
"Good morning" you say back. You look at the clock on his night table. It's your birthday. You smile at him and he closes his eye again, trying to sleep again.
"Aren't you forgetting something?" you ask. He thinks, his hand caressing your waist. He keeps his eyes closed. After a couple minutes, he opens them again. He looks at you.
"Nope. Today is your turn to make breakfast" He says, burying his head again on the pillow.
He always wakes you up with a lot of kisses on your birthday. But today, he just turned his head to the side and kept sleeping. You pout and take your phone. Nothing. Not even a simple message. You sigh and get up, leaving Levi on the bed and walking downstairs to the kitchen.
It’s not like you want everybody to focus on you and only you. But it’s late in the morning, almost noon, and you know half of your friends are awake. You start to prepare breakfast for the two of you.
At the same time, Levi takes his phone. The group chat named “Serious work stuff” is burning, full of messages. Obviously, that name is just a cover for the real issue of the chat: your surprise birthday party.
“Can we congratulate y/n now?” asked Connie an hour ago. Jean answered him with a huge “no”. Mikasa and Eren talked about the hour of the party and Sasha about the aperitifs. Levi sighs and answers when Connie asks where the party is and at what hour does it start. He is planning to make the party as early as he can, because he wants to take you to a night date, with a picnic. He invited all of them right after eating, when he plans to make you go to the store. Once you’re out and he knows that you’re far from home, he’ll let in all your friends, take out the balloons and all the gifts he bought for you and give you the best birthday ever.
But for now he'll just ignore the fact that is your birthday, even when he feels bad seeing your cute eyes getting sad. He's sure the surprise later will worth it.
You appear on the bedroom again with his tea and pancakes, also a juice for you. He sits on the bed after leaving the phone when he listened your steps. and you give him all the plates and glasses while you enter at bed once again. He kisses your cheek in signal of good morning when you sit next to him. Having breakfast in bed is a thing you two do on weekends since he moved with you. It all started because Levi has sleep issues, so he woke up really early and cooked for you, and now you do it in turns. He tries the pancake and hums.
"It's really good." he says, and keeps eating quietly. He looks at his phone again, the group chat making free talk on it. "Oh, look, we're in the middle of May already..." says, deleting the notifications and siping his tea. He looked the date and didn't remember your birthday?
The day passes by with normality: Levi makes some paperwork before helping you with the cooking and you two eat together. When you were about to move to the garage to take something, he went for you. You thanked him and he felt sweat pearls going down his neck, seeing how you were behind his back while he openened the door, the garage full of colorful balloons. You left to take your phone, that was ringing on the table of the living room. He used the time he was alone in the garage to tell everyone that he was about to send you to the store. All agreed in going to your house five minutes later.
"Baby." he calls you from the kitchen. "We haven't got peaches." he says. You raise an eyebrow. Since when is he so worried about peaches?
"And?"
"I know you like them, so could you go to the supermarket and buy a couple of them? I was thinking about having fruit salad for dinner." he says, his voice is a quiet as usual, but he's trembling inside.
"Just do it without peaches, Levi." you say, moving to the kitchen. He has his sleeves rolled up and is searching some fruits on the fridge, to know which of them he's going to use.
"It's not the same. Just go and take a couple, hm? You'll be back fast and I'll wait here for you."
You pout but he looks at you, closing the fridge and keeping the eye contact between you two. He knows he won when you sigh. "What type of peaches?"
Peaches. That's the fucking reason why you're walking towards the store in a day like this, and not spending your birthday with your boyfriend. You sigh.
"At least he knows I like fruit salad with peaches..." You enter the supermarket and search them, without knowing that now Connie's arms are full of beautiful balloons, Jean is helping Sasha to put the candles on the cake and Levi is putting all your gifts in the table near the sofa. Under Levi's commands, they are decorating every part of your living room to make it a beautiful place to celebrate your birthday. You entertain yourself on the candies and chocolates section and then buy a few of them to try. You're coming back home, sending a message to Levi.
He receives it and makes all your friends hide in the living room. "Jean, I can see your feet from here."
"That's because he's a fucking skyscraper." Connie says.
"At least I reach the higher shelfs on the supermarket, bald head." he answers, making sure his feet are now covered. Levi tells them all to shut up since he can hear your keys on the door. He leaves the living room to enter the kitchen.
"I'm home." you say. You can hear his voice from the kitchen.
"Welcome home." he answers quietly. You get closer to him, wanting his welcome kiss, and he presses his mouth against your forehead. You receive it happy, and you give him the supermarket bag with the things you bought. "I also took some tea mochis, wanna try them?" he nods.
"Cool. Wait for me in the living room." You nod. You make your way to the place, opening the pack and smelling them quietly. They smell delicious.
You almost drop all of them when you find all the balloons in your living.
“Levi?” you ask, the emotion shining in your eyes. “What’s this?”
He appears smiling behind you. All your friends have the order to say happy birthday and come out of their hidden places when Levi congratulates you.
“Happy birthday, y/n”
“HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!” a lot of voices yell after him. You jump, scared by the repenting yells, but once you turn around you see all your friends coming from under tables and behind sofas. They are all there, smiling and wishing you happy birthday. You’re about to cry.
“Guys, you’re incredible” Mikasa is now hugging you and Connie is pulling your ears softly. Eren smiles quietly when you look at him, and Jean points Levi.
“You know we love to be praised, but this time your boyfriend was who got this idea. Sorry for not congratulating you before, y/n”
“But...” you were speechless. He invited your friends and also bought a lot of balloons and things. Some tears started to form in your eyes and you felt how a hand took yours, pulling you towards a body that you knew really well.
"Happy birthday, my love." He whispers, making you blush from head to toes.
The little party was all fun and laughs, Connie told a couple anecdotes of all of you and Mikasa played cool music. Also, Jean and Eren bought a enormous cake full of tiny candles that you blew, wisihing to never lose this people. Levi looked at you so purely, how you were having fun and how you dragged him to dance with you. His beautiful grey eyes looking at yours. Then, all of them gave you the huge mountain of gifts they all bought for you, but you could easily recognize the ones that Levi packed, with precious ribbons and elegant letter.
Even when all those gifts were really good ones -and they all knew you didn't want them to spend on a gift for you.- the one Levi left for the end surprised you. It was the littlest of all, packed in a cute ocean blue paper. You took it, smiling at him. He was nervous. Maybe it was too much. It had a little letter on the top of it. "Please open me after the dinner."
"Oi, Levi, don't be like that!" Connie said. "Now I'm curious!" Levi looks at him raising an eyebrow, but he's smiling.
Some minutes later, they helped you two to put everything back on place, cleaning and all, even when you begged to them to go home.
"And let the birthday one do all the work? Nope." Jean said. "Eh, eh, eh, Sasha! Sto-" he left, seeing Sasha eating a piece of cake that "fell" from the top of it. You laugh and keep washing plates, with Levi by your side, drying them.
"A surprise party, hm?" you ask, your shoulder hitting his softly. He laughs quietly.
"I wanted to make something special for you." he whispers. You now remember the little gift that you're supposed to open after the dinner. Will you go out for dinner? Definitely, if you were having dinner there, you should be cooking instead of doing all of this slowly.
"It was special. Thank you." he smiles soflty.
"It hasn't ended yet." he whispers.
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Levi parks. You feel how the car stops. He insisted in covering your eyes, so you went all the way asking.
"Are we going to a restaurant?" he laughs and you hear the indicator sound.
"No."
"Are we... wait, where are we going?" It was late. All your friends left after helping. Jean had to drive Sasha and Connie home, so Connie sent a lot of pics in the car while he was copilot. Then, Levi appeared with that blindfold. You bited your lip.
"Put this on, please. We're leaving." Wait what? Leaving? For what?
"Leaving?" he nods. He takes a little bag near the entrance.
"Yep. Let's go." you followed him and he turned around, smiling. "Put it on, baby." you pout but let him put it on you.
And now he parked after a long way driving. He opens your door and helps you to get out. There's a wild wind and you can hear the ocean. You feel how the little pressure the blindfold was making dissapears on a moment. Levi has took it out. Since the sun is almost disappeared, you need a couple seconds to get your eyes used to the light. You're in the cliffs. Watching the sunset. Levi puts a blanket on the floor and tells you to sit. He takes out a couple plates and another one, that is covered, where he probably has the food.
"I thought maybe you would like to have dinner while the night starts to appear." he says, looking to the plates. Having dinner with such a pure human by your side while the starts start to appear above you feels like an absolute dream. You see how he eats a piece of watermelon. You smile at him, incapable of talking, and your eyes start to fill again with tears. "But don't cry" he says, pulling you towards him. Your face buried on his chest. "I love you." he says. Your eyes shot open and you try to part, but he presses your head quietly again to his chest. You can feel his heart beating fast. "I usually don't say this, you know. It's quite difficult for me to express myself, but you deserve it. You deserve to know how much you mean to me. I'll give my best to tell you every day how much I love you. Because I do. It's so deep, so deep..." He caresses your hair quietly. He takes the little gift from the bag. "You should open it now, don't wait to end the dinner." he whispers. You part a little and, before taking the gift, you take his face between your hands, caressing his cheeks quietly.
"Thank you." you were sincere. You were so grateful for having him. Not just today, that he prepared all those things, but everyday, having your back, giving you love and respect. He was near perfection, even reaching it. "Thank you, Levi. For being here with me and for making me feel so loved. I'll never end thanking you." You lean closer to him, pressing your mouth on his. The watermelon he tried before tastes sweet against your tongue. He buries his hand on your hair, pulling you closer to him. He parts for air.
"You should open the gift. And then have dinner. And we're not going to eat up each other, just in case you were going to make the joke."
You smile at him. He knows you too well. You open the gift softly, a necklace is shining inside the box. It has a little "L" on it.
"You know, that way you can always have a part of me."
"Are you Levi? Where's my grumpy and bossy boyfriend?" he laughs.
"I can switch to bossy whenever you want me to." he says. You give him the necklace and, tying your hair, you wait for him to put ii in your neck. You feel the cold L hanging on your clavicle. Levi presses his lips on your back, near the necklace. You show it to him and he smiles, caressing it.
You smile, the typical stupid and deep-in-love smile you've read on books. The sun keeps going down and the moon shines more intensely. The stars being witnesses of your smiles. The moon lighting the little L near your heart. You look at the sky, how beautiful it is full of stars.
He thinks the sky is beautiful, but you're the most beautiful thing for him. That's why he kisses your forehead, smiling at you. He put everything on the car right adter you two ended having dinner, just the blanket is left. You look at the stars, lying on the ground, and he does the same. You snuggle up towards him, his heat and arms receiving you. You kiss the point of his chest where you feel his heartbeat. He caresses your hair.
"Happy birthday." he says, once more. You smile against him and his hands wrap you.
You could stay like that forever.
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Happy birthday to me!
Tony rolls his neck and tries not think about how it feels like several of his vertebrae have ascended into his skull. “Turtle turtle,” he mutters nonsensically, slumping against the elevator wall as the private lift rockets up. His back aches from sitting in his office chair all day, ergonomics be damned, and his temples throb with the threat of a migraine.
“J, time?”
“12:47 AM, Sir.” The censure in his voice does not go unnoticed.
“Urgh. Ugh. And the flight tomorrow is?”
“7:40 AM. Today, I might add, Sir.”
“What?”
“The flight is today.”
“And just why the hell is it so early, anyway? Isn’t the whole point of having a private jet not having to get up at the asscrack of dawn to catch a flight?”
“For that, Sir, you would need a private airstrip as well, and unfortunately, that is prohibitively expensive in New York City, even for you.”
Tony groans and rolls his shoulders again. This late, Steve’s probably already in bed. And with having to get up so early, Tony’s not even going to get a good morning snuggle or snog or anything. Maybe going to bed is a wash. He could go down and get a head-start on the latest software patches for their GPS, or maybe work out just why exactly the targeting system in the left repulsor has been on the fritz. It’s six hours to California. That’s enough time to just sleep on the plane, and there’s always concealer for under-eye bags.
The elevator arrives at the penthouse, but Tony can’t seem to find the energy to unpeel himself from the wall. Eyes drooping, he considers just curling up to sleep right here.
“Sir?”
Tony snorts, blinks, managed to dislodge himself. Half asleep on his feet, he stumbles out, only to come up short. A banner is draped over the living room flatscreen.
“HAPPY BIRDTHDAY!” it proclaims, sloppily written out in purple marker and adorned with little symbols which Tony supposes are meant to represent each of the Avengers, if the hourglass and purple H are anything to go by. The D of “DAY” has been filled in with a rough approximation of the arc reactor, and it slams into Tony like a ton of bricks.
Ever since the whole palladium debacle, he’s kept his birthdays pretty low-key. Not to mention there’s been a world-threatening event every April since then. It hardly feels like a time for cake and booze when weird green aliens are trying to take over the planet. Somehow, this year he just...forgot.
In addition to the banner, there are balloons (one of which is most definitely a dick), streamers, fairy lights, a stack of party hats, and several six-packs of bottled beer, slightly soggy from having been left to sweat at room temperature. The room, however, seems deserted.
“Happy 51st birthday, plus one day, Sir.”
“Ouch, J. You could at least soften the blow.”
“Excuse me. Happy 38th Birthday the Thirteenth.”
“Wow. See if I give you that nice new rack of servers I’d been thinking about.”
Tony stumbles further into the living space, taking in the obvious care with which the decorations were made, the fact that one pack of beer is his favorite snooty craft label. As he rounds the sofa, he sees a stack of gifts, some haphazardly wrapped, sitting next to the coffee table.
And Steve.
Steve is slumped down into the embrace of the couch, birthday hat askew, fast asleep. It’s the most endearing thing. A glistening trail of drool trickles from one corner of his mouth. His shirt rides up where he’s slid further and further into gravity’s embrace, revealing both boxer-brief waistband and tantalizing abs. He’s managed to kick off one sock, as he usually does in bed. Someone had tried to drape a blanket over him, but the blanket has puddled on the floor, only one corner still trapped under Steve’s ass.
Enraptured by the vulnerability, the humanity, of what’s before him, Tony stalls out again, blinking dumbly in the dim light of New York. It takes him a long while, certainly long enough to be creepy, before he finds the energy to stumble forward and put a hand to Steve’s shoulder.
“Come on, honey. Up you get.”
In his usual way, Steve snaps from sleeping to waking, though he doesn’t flail the way he used to. A few too many mishaps in bed have trained him into clamping his arms down in the moment of waking, a measure meant to keep him from accidentally punching Tony with all the strength of a startled supersoldier.
“Tony? Tony!” Steve flails then, arms and legs jumping, body jerking up and promptly spilling onto the floor. “Guys! Tony’s...”
Only then does Steve seem to realize he’s alone in the living room. He blinks cow-eyed for a moment, and then scrambles to his feet. “Well, uh...” Hands to his pockets, shoulders hunched, Steve looks amazingly vulnerable for a man who’s 6′2″. “Happy birthday?”
“I’m sorry I stayed working so late at the office. I didn’t realize... I mean... This is a surprise.”
“Well, for once, we...” Steve pauses and self-consciously reaches over to knock on the mahogany end table. “For once, we didn’t have a space invasion on our hands, so I thought we’d surprise you. So much for the man with a plan, seeing’s as how this one didn’t work out at all.”
“Are you kidding me? That banner is great.”
“Clint’s handiwork,” Steve says sheepishly. “Bruce made your favorite. Or, uh, I suppose it’s probably packed into Tupperware in the fridge. And Nat picked up that tiramisu from that place you like.”
“Aw, honey. Thank you,” Tony says, stepping into Steve’s place. His back and shoulders are still tight knots of tension, and all he really wants to do is sleep for twenty-four hours straight, but all that fades in the wake of this overwhelming cotton inside of him. He feels soft and warm, indistinct. Is this love? Is this what it is to be loved?
Steve steps forward to meet him, freeing his hands and pulling Tony close. “We’ll reschedule. For next week.”
“Week? I’m only in California for two days.”
“Oh crap.” Against Tony’s face, Steve flinches. “I really can’t pull off anything today.”
“What now?”
“Um, can you pretend you didn’t hear anything?”
“Absolutely not. This sounds too juicy. What is it?”
“Your business trip tomorrow isn’t actually a business trip. It’s Pepper’s gift to us. A week off. We’re flying to Japan to be tourists, at least as much as we can be.”
“Steve, are you serious?”
“Sushi, hot springs, and monkeys, oh my.”
“Oh my god. Oh my god, I love you.” The reprieve of it all sinks into his bones, cuts his strings, and he melts into Steve, consigning all his weight to gravity. Steve holds him, and then does him one better and lifts him, bearing all of Tony’s weight.
“Happy birthday, sweetie.”
He glances down for a kiss, but Tony’s already out like a light.
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"It had started off a bad day, and it was going to end a bad day. With a sulky attitude, and everything else blocked out, drunken giggles and hiccups were all you could hear as it was finally decided that maybe today should be turned around. It was your birthday, after all, and just like last year, it was about to end in puke and furious tears." - I love the collab idea!!! So here's my contribution, hopefully it works well enough! Could you use it for Mccree, since he's a big drinker too? 💘💘
Silver Lining (Drabble)
It had started off a bad day, and it was going to end a bad day. With a sulky attitude, and everything else blocked out, drunken giggles and hiccups were all you could hear as it was finally decided that maybe today should be turned around.
It was your birthday, after all, and just like last year, it was about to end in puke and furious tears.
You downed what must’ve been your sixth drink for the evening–enough to make your vision swim if you turned your head, but not enough to make you forget the events of today.
Unbelievable.
Irresponsible.
You’ll show them irresponsible.
You swung your head back, hand and glass following obediently after. The liquor slides into your throat like a cleansing fire, your stomach, a pit of flames that kept the bad thoughts at bay for your sober mind to face once the night comes to an end.
You’re vaguely aware of someone sliding into the stool next to you, but you didn’t very much care. You slammed down your glass and asked the bartender for another. The lady behind the bar gave you an appraising glance before she obliges. You wrinkled your nose when she turned her back. She was judging you. You could feel it.
You’re not even aware you’re gnashing your teeth at her when she hands you your beverage, or the fact that she looks mildly disconcerted when she sees you. Instead, all you see is the full glass before you that would make this slow spin around you worse and the night potentially better.
“Don’cha think you’ve had ‘nough?”
You’re midway through sipping your new drink before you realized it was Jesse McCree in the flesh.
Sourly, you frown and put down your glass harder than you mean to. The bartender gives you a look that you pointedly ignore. Of course he’d be here, the damn alcoholic. “None of your business, ‘cree. Go away.”
“Ain’t healthy for someone like you t’be boozin’ it up like this.” He turns to the bartender. “Miss, I’m thirstin’ somethin’ fierce. Would ya be so kind as t’get a man a whiskey on the rocks?” You watch him lean across the counter on his forearms and give her an infuriatingly warm smile that could’ve melted the rocks he spoke of.
“Whaddya mean ‘someone like me’?” you spit accusingly when he’s done. He looks at you coolly, the same appraising look that the bartender gives you, and suddenly you want to punch him in the face.
“Pardon me, don’t mean no offense by it,” he drawls carefully. “Jus’ thinkin’ a pretty thing like you shouldn’t be drinkin’ it alone like this.”
The ‘without supervision’ part is heavily implied, or at least, in your mind it is, and you slam back your drink in favor of slamming it in his face. The ‘pretty thing’ flies over your head completely. Bleary-eyed and a little more than irate, you ask for another.
Jesse gives a low whistle, slightly impressed but still sounding condescending. “Gawd, y’drink like a damn horse.”
“Yeah, and I’m about to pee like one, too,” you muttered loudly. “Excuse me.”
Your face is too warm and you feel like your skin is pulled taut against your body which felt like it’s become far too swollen door no good reason. The room spins at alternating speeds when you get up, and you’re sure that if it isn’t for your stubbornness, you’d be right back down in your ass again sans chair. It’s a miracle that you take joy in when you make it and lock the door behind you.
The bartender gives Jesse his drink and a small flirtatious comment, but he barely acknowledges it, watching as you stubbornly drift you way to the back where the bathroom is. He only hoped that you’d be able to find you way back. Unlike in the mission.
It was going well. Really. It was a simple suppression mission. Keep some defunct omnic group at bay. Get in, get out without alerting anyone that they’re the ones who did the deed, and it would’ve been fine.
But then you broke off from the rest of the group, and drew the enemy eye. Mei, Zarya, and Hanzo had gotten the omnics right where Jesse was ready to take them out. The omnics then scattered, broke free of their trap, and went after you.
Needless to say, it was a harrowing experience that Jesse wasn’t sure you were going to survive. But you did. Healthy as a horse. Drinking like one. And apparently peeing like one, too.
Winston was furious, of course. You had put everyone in danger. You put yourself in danger. But most importantly, he was concerned for you. You scared the living crap out of everyone when you took off without so much as a word–well, you did leave behind a colorful splattering of curses, but nothing that would indicate what caused it. Jesse was the one who got to you, tackled you to the ground before invoking his Deadeye.
If Soldier: 76 were with them, he would’ve been able to catch you with his super-enhanced speed. It was only a small miracle that you were able to survive. Or luck. And after that, you wouldn’t tell them why.
After a sip or three and a payment to the bartender, he sighs and decides to go after you. Besides, he didn’t very much feel like drinking when you had already consumed enough for the both of you. Winston’d chew him out if you fell into the toilet or something. Spurs clinking, he knocks on the door.
The sharp knocks on the door momentarily snap you out of your stupor. You realize you’re still on the toilet. You’d finished alternating between relieving yourself of the contents of your bladder and your stomach until you just finally gave in and sat down. You feel a little lighter without so much alcohol in your system, but the lack of food also makes stomach turn.
“Hold on a minute!” Your voice sounds worse than you expected.
You open the stall door shakily, leaning against the frame with almost all your weight as you tried to catch your breath, the effort of standing up leaves you immobilized as you tried to remember how to function. Alcohol really is a hell of a drug.
Nothing stays still or where you expect it to be–one foot in front of the other becomes a stumble, the hand that reaches for the door that’s clearly in your sight becomes air, and your strength becomes nothing. You pull open the door and nearly stumble at the uneven distribution of force when a cool hand grips you by the forearm.
“Whoa there, I got’cha.” You’re pulled into McCree’s arms, the smell of tobacco assuaging you. You slump against him, your entire weight thrown against the cowboy with abandon.
“C’mon, sweet’art, upsy-daisy.” Without waiting for an answer, he slings your arm over his broad shoulders, a steady arm wrapped around your waist, righting you. You’re drunker than a skunk and can barely put any strength in your fingers as you curl them around his serape.
He leads you through the bar and outside slowly.
The edges of your mouth quivers, and the cool night air makes you shake. Jesse’s grip only gets tighter, comfortingly so–his presence is warm, and large, and you feel the soothing heat of his kindness from the top of your head all the way to your toes. It feels like home.
Home.
You gasp sharply, and press a hand to the lower part of your face. You start to pull away, but the cowboy’s grip is too strong.
“Where d’ya think you’re goin’?” His eye brows furrow when he sees the way you look. “Darlin’? Y’all right there?”
You shake your head furiously. This isn’t fair. This isn’t fair. You try again to pull away, or at least, turn your head away so he doesn’t see the results of the dangerous combination of crushing heat, security, and mind-numbing alcohol.
Home. The reason why you were branded as irresponsible. The feeling you get from McCree who holds. The word that invokes the rush of emotions that the alcohol no longer bothers numbing, but instead chooses to intensify.
You swallow the lump in your throat that stubbornly remains. Another swallow, but it doesn’t go. You let out a stuttering exhale between your fingers, weary, defeated.
“…that was my home.” Your hand muffles a lot of what you said, but he hears it loud and clear. “That was my home.”
Jesse’s jaw hangs clenches, heart constricting and a small chill runs through him when he sees fat droplets fall from your eyes, the pain in your voice which becomes hoarse. Your head is hung low, the hand pressed over your mouth is only that much harder.
“That was my HOME,” you wail again, voice cracking and almost hysterical, the final barrier broken. The tears are now an unstoppable force that chokes you and blinds you, the alcohol loosens your tongue and knocks any memories of consequences from your mind. You sink to the ground and Jesse goes with you, arms still keeping you upright.
“That was my home! I lived there! I liked it! I-I-I loved that p-place! And it’s my fucking bir–hic–thday and I had to fucking see my home almost destroyed and then I–then Winston yells at me because I’m so incompetent because I care about where I once–where I lived more than you guys!”
Jesse listens, mouth shit. It seems you were holding this in for too long. While you probably won’t remember or appreciate it, you’ll probably be better off if he doesn’t interrupt.
You begin to alternate between wringing your hands and wiping at your face where the tears continue to fall and long after your eyes are rubbed raw. “Of course–of course I care about you guys! I do! I just…I don’t know–I just really don’t know. You guys can tske care of yourselves! But I–why are my birth–birthdays never good? Why the hell…why the fuck…I just–it’s not fair.”
Softly, you whisper again, “I just wanted…to do the right thing. It’s not fair, ‘cree.”
Sensing that you’ve reached the end of your tirade, he sighs. “I know, darlin’. I know. Y’did great out there t’day, ‘n’ I’m proud of ya.”
“You’re just…saying that.” You yawn.
He doesn’t answer, instead, he puts his serape around you and wipes your face with a handkerchief Hana had once gifted to him–a floral and well-made square that Jesse had never found any use for until now. You look ready to pass out, eyes red and puffy, loud sobs already quieted into small sniffles that shake your body. Somehow, you look smaller than usual when you’re normally larger than life.
He supposes he can’t fault anyone for being human, and decides to keep his mouth shut about the matter even though he wants to ask.
“C’mon. Let’s get you t’bed.”
You don’t even struggle as he hauls you into his arms. Even though you’ve essentially become dead-weight, he stubbornly carries you back, and by the time you both reach the base, you’re already fast asleep, undoubtedly dreading the hangover to come in the morning.
Jesse puts you to bed, waving away the concerns of the others who stop him on the way, and leaves behind his serape, some pills and a sports drink for you. Before he leaves, he takes one careful look at you bundled up and sleeping soundly, overlapping the memories of today’s mission with the shrill and distraught memories of your explanation and sighs. No, it ain’t fair. But that doesn’t mean it can’t be righted.
“Happy birthday, darlin’.”
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