Eren didn’t want to get up in the morning. The morning he was usually super excited to be awake, like a child, but not this year. Or for the past two years in fact. So he laid in bed, staring at the ceiling with an aching heart. It felt as though his chest was empty and he sighed.
“Eren?” There was a knock at his door and he groaned. “Hey, c’mon, get out of bed. We have a big day planned for you.”
It was his birthday, not that it really meant anything to him. It kinda stopped meaning anything after his 21st birthday which was the only one he had been most excited for because that meant he couldn’t get in trouble for drinking.
“I don’t wanna,” he groaned again and he moves to hide under the covers. “Just leave me alone.”
“Nope.” The blanket is ripped away and he whines.
“Mikasa,” he whines. He really didn’t feel like leaving his room. Would much rather sulk alone and maybe cry. Eat a tub of ice cream or two. “Seriously, I’m fine.”
“Yeah,” she scoffs, “and you’re straighter than a pole. C’mon. Let’s go. Armin is gonna meet us for breakfast.” She opens his curtains and pulls him up before moving to his closet to pick him out an outfit for the day. He sits there, watching with a glare and too many hateful thoughts to be said aloud.
When she leaves with a smile, he grumbles to himself and drags his feet along the ground. He pulls his clothes on —with quite a bit more difficulty than there needed to be— and makes his way to the living room after grabbing his phone and keys.
“God, I hate you.”
Mikasa hugs him. “I know. And I love you too.”
The car ride is quiet, music playing softly in the background as Eren stares out the window. Mikasa knows better than to try and start a conversation in the car, waiting until after they’ve arrived at the restaurant and Eren has some coffee in him before she and Armin strike one up.
“How’d you sleep?”
Eren looks at them over the rim of his coffee mug and says nothing. He waits until he’s set it down before shrugging and slumping down into the booth a little.
“Same as always. Kinda shitty.” Mikasa frowns a little. “I just…” Eren pauses and he sighs a little before taking his mug and sips it idly, “miss him.”
“We know,” Mikasa pats his hand from across the table. “But remember he said that you can try and give him a call. He knows what day it is, even if he’s halfway across the world.”
“Levi knows it’s your birthday,” Armin comments with a little smile. “Could never forget it.”
Levi was Eren’s boyfriend — they were high school sweethearts believe it or not. They’d been through thick and thin, had their ups and downs and of course, just like any other couple, had their fights. Even broke up a couple times but couldn’t stay away. He joined the military after his 19th birthday, as much as Eren tried to convince him not to.
He’d been gone for almost two years now. Eren needed him more than he needed oxygen, more than he needed oxygen. Skype calls and letters just didn’t seem to be enough anymore. It made Eren’s eyes burn with tears that couldn’t come out because he’d already dried himself out.
Eren doesn’t say much throughout the day. They go to the movies, out to lunch for Eren’s favorite meal and he wasn’t surprised to find a bunch of his friends had snuck into his apartment to decorate it with birthday decorations and jump out to yell “Surprise!” when he walks in.
But, he does smile. It’s hard not to because his friends are so amazing and they love him enough to try and get him up on his feet so that he doesn’t have a miserable birthday despite how much he wants to.
They drink and play games, Eren having a surprisingly decent time when it’s time for presents and cake. As he picks at the piece of cake on his plate, his friends are all grinning and exchanging glances at each other and Eren sighs, setting his cake down.
“Present time,” Sasha sings and claps excitedly as Connie and Jean brought in a few presents that were sitting on the dining room table. He gets a couple shirts from Jean and Marco, a new camera from Armin —he knew Eren had been wanting a new one for his hobby— and he got some movie tickets from Connie and Sasha offered to make him his favorite dinner whenever he wanted.
“Thanks guys. You guys are the best—”
“Wait,” Marco stops him. “There’s one more gift.”
“Yeah,” Mikasa says and Eren turns his head to look over at her. “It was too big to wrap so we’re gonna have you but on a blindfold and I’ll bring it out.”
He gives her a weird face, one of suspicion but he doesn’t have any time to say anything before Sasha pulls his head to look forward and presses a blindfold against his eyes. Eren sits there with a huff, listening for any kind of clues of what kind of gift Mikasa could have gotten him.
He’s getting a little antsy when he hears footsteps, his friends going silent as if there was a murderer in the room.
“Mikasa?” Eren calls. “Seriously, what the fuck could you have gotten me to take this long? A horse? Already got Jean.”
“Hey—” Jean starts but stops when someone jabs him in the side with an elbow.
Eren is about to say something else but is stopped with a voice right next to his hear quietly whispering, “boo.”
He doesn’t even need to take the blindfold off to know who it is, tears falling immediately and the blindfold is tugged off for him. When he turns around, sure enough, there’s Levi in his camo military uniform with his beautiful smile and Eren can’t breathe.
Without warning, he jumps up, wrapping his arms tightly around Levi’s neck and legs around his waist as he sobs into his shoulder. Levi holds him just as tightly, fingers clutching Eren’s shirt and they stay like that for what feels to be forever.
Finally, Eren pulls away and sets his feet on the ground, only to pull Levi into a much long overdue kiss.
“Happy birthday,” Levi whispers with a small smile against Eren’s lips and Eren smiles wide and genuine for the first time in two years.
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Daddy looking at you in the car with such lust, he pulls you onto his lap and sucks on your neck. You pull on his tie and with his hand up your dress he slaps your ass and whispers “when we get home, I’m tying you up and fucking you hard.” OH MY GOD I NEED TO STOP PLAYING THIS GAME oH FUCK