How would Joe celebrate bsgf!yn birthday since harry spoiled it😔?
Since it's my birthday I would love to note how they celebrate yn birthday 😁😁?
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Category: fluff
Warning: i think one curse word idk
Summary: How Joe celebrated bsgf!YN’s birthday.
happy belated birthday, love! i hope you had a great day!
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Knowing your birthdate was one of the first things Joe had asked about when the both of you were beginning to see each other, and ever since, it was like your birthday was engraved in his mind. He didn’t need reminders of any sort.
“Anything special you want to do on your birthday?” He had asked one night, a month away from your birthday.
Your eyebrows went up as a bashful smile was then on your face, “You remember my birthday.”
At that, he gave you an offended look, “Baby, that’s literally the bare minimum.”
“I know, I know,” you laughed, “Just,” you shrugged, “Thought you’d forget.”
“I don’t,” Joe said, reaching his hands out to hold yours on the table at the cafe you were both sitting at, “I can’t. Now come on, answer me. Any special requests? How do we up your last birthday?”
You snickered slightly, “We can watch a movie and you’d up the last one.”
Joe’s eyebrows furrowed, “What? You didn’t celebrate your birthday last year with your ex?”
You shook your head as you took a sip from your juice, “Not exactly, no,” you answered, “I mean, on my actual birthday, he was asked to be, like, sighted with Olivia so there was that,” you said, “We went to the Amalfi Coast after it, so he could, you know, make it up to me.”
“Hold on,” Joe chuckled in disbelief, holding one hand out, “He skipped your birthday to be with his fake girlfriend?”
You felt embarrassed as you nodded, “Basically, yeah. He–He made it up for me though, in a way? I don’t know, I remember feeling bad because I still felt like shit even after he took me to the Amalfi. Like, I remember thinking, God, Y/N, you’re being so ungrateful. He took you to Italy to make it up for you, why aren’t you happy?”
“Maybe because he chose the stunt over your fucking birthday, what–Jesus, Y/N,” Joe shook his head.
“It’s in the past,” you stated, “To answer your question, no, no special requests. I think I just–I don’t really feel like celebrating it.”
“Bullshit,” Joe said, “That’s your birthday. Once a year. Of course we’re celebrating,” he looked at you in disbelief.
“Hey,” you began, “You don’t have to do that. I promise. I’ll be fine with just takeout or something.”
“I’m going to celebrate you.”
And he stuck to his word.
It was the day of your birthday, and although Joe tried to refrain from waking you up, he couldn’t contain the bubbling feeling of excitement any longer than 10 am.
With your coffee order from your favorite coffee place, along with your favorite pastry, he had put those down in your kitchen before grabbing the big bouquet he had and heading to your room.
Sleeping peacefully and unaware to your grinning boyfriend, your eyebrows had furrowed slightly at the ticklish feeling you felt on your cheek.
Joe peppered soft kisses to your face, chuckling when you groaned slightly before you smiled, eyes still closed as your hands found his face, “Wake up, birthday girl.”
You hummed, stretching before opening your eyes, which instantly fell to the colorful assortment of flowers in your boyfriend’s hands, “Joooe,” you cooed.
“Happy birthday, baby.”
And it wasn’t like you could take one step without Joe’s hands on you, kissing your lips, face, shoulder, head. Brushing your teeth? He had his arms around you, chin on your shoulder as he smiled at you. Combing your hair? He was taking pictures of you on his phone. Leaving the room? You had to waddle because he was persistent enough to still keep holding you.
“Alright so, today’s plan,” he cleared his throat as you ate your pastry and he unlocked his phone, reading off of it, “Breakfast, check,” he nodded at you, “Go karting,” he raised his eyebrows at you.
“Shut up! No way!” You gasped excitedly.
“You said you wanted to go,” he said, “Wait, wait, let me tell you the rest of the plan–like the entire schedule,” he cleared his throat again, “Go karting, ice cream, then, the big finale,” he excitedly began, “Is actually a surprise.”
“No way, you just did that!”
“Sorry! Sorry, it is what it is.”
You and Joe were a couple who, as much as you both enjoyed a good cuddle or a good lazy day where Joe could play the guitar as you read, you were also a couple to love doing fun things together. Paintball, laser tag, aqua parks, and building DIY kites were all very few things you had done together, and it wasn’t until recently that you said you wanted to go Go Karting.
“Smile at me,” Joe had said, his phone out to take a picture of you in the go-kart.
“You can’t see my mouth,” you laughed, your hand on your helmet to fix it, “Put your phone away before they notice you sneaked it in.”
“Too fucking bad,” he replied, snapping pictures of you before struggling to put it in his pocket.
The track wasn’t a small one, if anything, you and Joe felt like you were part of the F1 team as you raced round the track.
“I let you win,” he joked as the both of you were walking outside the karting building, putting his arm around your shoulder.
“You can’t drive for shit,” you laughed, poking his side.
He then took you to your favorite ice cream parlor, and it was as you and Joe were sitting on a table outside, eating your ice creams, that two girls bashfully approached him.
“Hey, we’re so–we’re so sorry to interrupt,” one said, glancing from you to Joe, “We’re just huge fans.”
“Aw, thanks, thank you so much,” Joe replied, standing up so he could talk to them.
You smiled, watching the interaction.
“We loved you in season 4 of Stranger Things so much,” the other one said, “I was actually going to like, have a breakdown or something if Steve had died.”
Joe laughed, “Who knows what will happen in the next season.”
“What does that mean?” One gasped, “They’re not going to kill him off, right?”
“He’s alive, he’s alive and he’s still being everyone’s mom,” he answered.
“Um, we also–we also love you two together,” the other one bashfully said, looking at you, “You’re, like, so pretty.”
“Aw, stop it,” you jokingly waved her off, “Thank you so much. You’re so pretty, too–You have very pretty eyes,” you said.
“Thank you,” she grinned.
“Do you want me to take a picture of you all?” You asked, standing up.
“Would that be okay?”
“Yeah, yeah, of course,” you nodded, reaching one hand out to get one of their phones, “Hold on,” you reached forward, fixing Joe’s hair that had gotten a little messy from wind.
It wasn’t long before Joe had driven you back home so you could change.
“You’re not helping,” you told him as you stood in front of your wardrobe.
“Baby, I don’t want to spoil the surprise.”
“But how am I supposed to know what to wear? You keep saying no to everything!” You groaned, “Slacks?” You took out a pair of beige pants, showing it to your boyfriend.
“No–”
“See?” You laughed, “Alright, you pick,” you motioned, walking back to your bed and plopping on it.
“I didn’t prepare for that,” Joe mumbled to himself as he went through your clothes, “Wear a swimsuit, okay?”
“Are we going to the beach?”
“No, we’re not.”
He did take you to the beach.
Was it cheesy of him to put up a table and have someone cater the both of you with your favorite food? Maybe so. Did he regret it even in the slightest bit? Absolutely not.
It was when your waiter was bringing you the dessert that you had laughed in glee, seeing him carrying a plate in one hand and a bouquet of flowers in the other.
Joe’s face was lit up as he looked at you before he thanked the waiter as he took the bouquet from him, and grinning even more so as he heard you giggle over the “Happy Birthday” written in chocolate sauce on your plate beside the fruit skewers, with one single candle that was struggling to stay lit.
“Happy birthday, baby,” he said with a smile, holding your hand in his over the table before pressing a soft kiss to your knuckles.
Your eyes were tearful as you looked at him, giving his hand a squeeze.
“Make a wish,” he said, looking at the candle.
You closed your eyes, repeating your wish a couple of times in your head before blowing the candle.
You wished for Joe to be the one; no surprises, no heartbreaks. You wished he’d stay the same.
Joe’s birthday gift to you was a film camera, and unlike the small point-and-shoot camera you had, he had bought you the one camera you had wanted since you watched a documentary about an old photographer called Vivian Maier, who took beautiful, street photographs using a Rolleiflex film camera.
“We couldn’t find one,” you said, looking at the rectangular-shaped camera in your hands in shock, “J, we searched everywhere f–how did you even find one that neat? It looks new!”
“Right?” Joe smiled, looking at it, “It has film inside, too.”
You looked up at him after putting the camera aside before you stood up from your seat and approached him, and Joe knew what you were about to do so he pulled his chair back a little, opening his arms as you sat on his lap before leaning down to press your lips against his.
Sure, Joe knew you were going to sit on his lap, but he couldn’t for the life of him expect what you were about to say next.
“Thank you,” you whispered, “I love you.”
The sacred L-word was said for the first time that night, and it knocked the air out of his lungs in shock.
“You sure?”
He knew. He knew how bad things had gotten with Harry. He knew of the permanent scar you seemed to will always have because of your past heartbreak. Joe know how much of a big deal it was to you, and to him, for you to tell him these three words.
You nodded, “I’m sure.”
“I love you, too,” was then said so gently before one of his hands was softly on your cheek, guiding your face to his so he could capture your lips in a kiss.
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yourinstagram Love youuuuuuuuuuuuuu xx
josephquinn @yourinstagram Happy birthdaaaay, love x
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↳ user1 doja wishes that was her
sadiesink_ @yourinstagram happy birthday, y/n 💗
↳ yourinstagram thaaanks, sade💓💓
gatenm123 Why wasn’t I invited?
↳ uncle_jezzy It was a birthday date
↳ gatenm123 And?
noahschnapp Happy birthday, Y/N ❤️
↳ yourinstagram thaaanks, noah 💓
user2 not crying. not crying. not crying.
user3 shut up she looks so cute
user4 imagine harry styles being your ex and joe keery being your bf
↳ user5 and you’re friends with all the cool celebrities too
user6 i’m gonna need y/n’s secret to bag someone like joe
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yourinstagram birthday well-spent 💓
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uncle_jezzy ❤️
annetwist Happy birthday again, love 💞 Miss you!
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syndeysweeney you’re glowing 🥺♥️
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maya_hawk Why are you both adorable together
↳ uncle_jezzy thanks
↳ maya_hawk I take it back. Only Y/N is
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