joe's characters vs how i think they would treat you/act on your birthday ^^ enjoy! xx
(also yk who you are, but you'll get chapter 4 the long way to us soon xoxo)
joe: Just like any other day, you'd wake up, try to knock yourself out of your sleepy state, and force yourself to ditch the comfy "nest" you'd made on your side of the bed. But something was different. Joe was no longer beside you, nor was he anywhere to be seen around the bedroom. The faint smell of breakfast wafted through the house, and the clinking of pans and bottles could be heard from the kitchen. Then it hit you. today was your birthday! Usually on your birthday, you'd wake up as if it was just a normal day, but dating Joe for the past few months- he seemed to have something different in mind. The noise from the kitchen had stopped, indicating he was probably moving around. Just as you were bound to stand from the bed, the door cracked open, and you jumped.
Your heart melted the second you saw your boyfriend. He hadn't expected you to be up yet. But if anything, you being awake while he brought you your breakfast made the situation a whole lot better.
"Oh, hi sweetheart- i didn't expect you to be up so early." A soft smile pulled on his lips as he slowly padded over to you.
You watched him with a little upside down smile, your lips almost a pout. Breakfast in bed? Nobody's ever done that for you, not your parents, not your ex.
"Joe." You spoke fondly, taking the little tray which your food was sat on.
" What's wrong?" He mumbled, his heart sinking into his belly. He thought he did something wrong.
"Nothings wrong- Its just.. You didn't have to do this.." You look up at him.
"Of course I did, its your birthday- Why would I not?" He tilted his head, his hand reaching out to rest on your thigh, as he sat on the side of the bed Infront of you.
"Nobody's ever done this for me- " You smile, almost a tad emotional.
You took a moment to admire what he'd done for you. Different assortments of fruits, two eggs, and toast with butter, with the faintest outline of i love u in it.
"Yeah- so about that it was really hot from the toaster so. The butter kind of melted- " He scratched the back of his neck.
"Joe- Your ridiculous. " You giggled.
There was a glass of iced water, with 3 cubes just how you liked it. You had never actually told him you preferred 3 ice cubes- he just knew when to pay attention.
"I might cry, this is so sweet-" You moved the tray over to your nightstand and looked up at him.
"Don't cry- Come here." He beckoned you closer, opening his arms.
He welcomed you with his warmth, and that familiar scent you could never get enough of. You werent sure what more to ask for. He could've gave you a kiss, or just a "happy birthday!" and you would've been extremely grateful.
"Best birthday ever-" You spoke, voice muffled by his shirt.
"This is just the start, baby."
steve: The break room inside of the squawk was quiet with a cool breeze flowing through it. The room gave off a lonely aesthetic, closely matching how you were feeling. Today was your birthday, and you had expected at least something from Steve, or your friends- But you got nothing. Steve had insisted you came to work with him that morning, only for him to completely ignore you. You had bundled yourself up in a couple of his sweaters, hugging them tightly to your chest like maybe his scent would be enough.
From your spot in the break room, you could hear faint murmurs from Steve, mostly complaints towards Robin about how she wasn't focused, or how she messed with his stack of tapes.
"I literally just organized those." Steve huffed, glaring at Robin.
"Right, so organizing in your perspective is putting The Goonies with The Shining? Pfft, okay."
"You make this so difficult, i would rather babysit for a week then sit here and do this." He grumped.
"Okay- Steve, your not focused. We have things.. to go do." She gave him a look.
That seemed to knock Steve into his place. Shit. All this whining and moaning, and you were in the other room thinking he'd forgotten about your birthday.
"Shit." He rubbed his hands down his face.
"Yeah, Shit! Lets go dude- " She groaned, grabbing his bicep and dragging him away into the meeting room.
Robin dragged a guilty, heavy Steve into the room nextdoor to you. He had a cake picked out, and gifts just sitting on the back table, waiting for you to see.
"She's gonna hate me-Why couldn't you remind me sooner!" He ran a hand through his hair and tugged.
"Uh excuse me, this is not my fault! Your the one who wanted to surprise her, but your the one who ALSO completely disorganized the tapes, adding on an extra 30 minutes." Robin argued.
Steve fell silent. He sighed, walking over to where the cake was sitting on the back table.
"Lets just get this done, she's probably already upset enough." He mumbled.
Another 15 minutes had passed alone in the break room, and you were starting to debate on just leaving. Was he ever gonna check on you?
Just as you started to shift off of the couch, the door opened.
You jumped at the smell of fire, and the startling noise of the door creaking open. Automatically, your head snapped up. The once sad look you had on your face was replaced with the softest smile Steve had ever seen.
His heart was pounding in his chest. He knew you had to be upset still, but hopefully his apology would cheer you up.
"Happy birthday sweet girl- " He swallowed, trying his best to muster up a smile.
"Stevie.. " You smiled, watching him walk closer, Robin trailing close behind.
"I seriously didn't mean to leave you in here- It was supposed to be a surprise I just got really distracted I- I'm so sor.." You cut him off with a soft peck to his lips.
"Its okay. I get it." You shook your head, inviting the two onto the couch with you.
The cake wasn't absolutely ginormous, just a small 3 person cake since one- you weren't one to eat a ton of cake. And two, you three would probably be the only ones eating it. Steve was NOT letting the kids get their grabby hands onto your cake. Nope.
"Your not mad at me, right?" Steve mumbled, sliding the cake onto the coffee table Infront of the couch.
"I was a little upset, but I'm okay now." You smile with a soft giggle.
"Good." He nodded, swallowing like he was still uncertain with your answer.
Robin glared at him, nudging his shoulder.
"She's not an aggressive crocodile or something, why do you look terrified." She blinked.
"Because I kinda messed up? Why else would I look absolutley guilty as hell?" He glared back at Robin.
You leaned forward, and tried to calm the situation down.
"Steve- its totally fine, I forgive you, I'm not upset, you dont have to be guilty or whatever- It's fine. Yeah?" You smiled, grabbing his face to pull him down and kiss him.
Robin made a fake gag noise, standing from the couch and stumbling out.
"Remind me why im lesbian." She shook her head, leaving you two alone in the break room.
You pulled away with a laugh, which executed a laugh from steve aswell.
"Happy birthday baby." He murmured softly.
gator: You've been with gator for around 5 years. You've also been married to him for 2 years. Every year for your birthday he'd take you out to go shopping, to dinner, then head back home with you. Sometimes he'd have his way with you- but MOST of the times you'd shut him down. Currently, its around 7:45 and Gator had booked a reservation at 8:30 for some fancy restaurant downtown. You never asked him to do any of this, but he insists because he likes to "spoil you". You'd stopped talking about doing anything different around 3 years ago, because you knew he wouldn't listen.
Currently, your in your shared bathroom, curling iron to your scalp, your concealer stick in the other. Gator was in the bedroom, just outside of the bathroom door trying to adjust himself.
"God- Damnit." He groaned, staring at himself in that suit he utterly disliked, but continued to wear every year.
"You okay baby?" You called out.
Your question was left ignored for a few moments, before a muttered response slipped from his lips.
"Yeah, just ignoring the fact my fuckin' dick is squeezed into these tight ass- fuckin' pants!" His complaints made you giggle.
"Well.. did you try just wearing something else? Nobody said you had to wear a suit, Gator." You shrugged, dropping the curl out of the iron.
He exhaled through his nose, glancing at the bathroom.
"I ain't gonna look a mess in this fancy restaurant." He grumbled.
Around 10 minutes had passed, your hair was done, your makeup was done, and you were all dressed up. You had on short black heels, and a soft black dress that cut at your midthigh.
Gator was still complaining, even when you suggested him to change, he denied and continued to whine.
As you finished up in the bathroom, Gator was sitting on the edge of the bed, uncomfortable, and waiting for you.
When you walked out, his eyes locked onto your form.
"Damn. Come ere' " His tounge darted out to wet his bottom lip.
"Gator, don't try anything. I'd like to actually get to dinner on time." You murmured, glaring at him.
"Yes ma'am. S'a crime to admire my woman?" He drawled, hands smoothing over your hips.
You couldn't help the soft smile that drew on your lips, a soft giggle following. Your hands rested atop of his. They were warm, and the way he was holding you made your mind trail elsewhere.
"Dinner now?" He mumbled, standing up with you still between his legs.
"Yes please." You tilted your head.
His tooth hooked onto his bottom lip and a charming smile crept onto his face.
"Better go now for' I keep you here." He hummed, leaning down to kiss your cheek.
"Gross, Gate." You smiled
As you began to turn, your fingers brushed against his thigh. His eyes darkened, like dark pits staring at you. He couldn't handle himself around you.
kurt: Kurt had been acting strange since you'd woken up that morning. You'd stayed over at his house for the night since you figured you'd spend your birthday with him. You'd only been with Kurt for around a year, so your birthday was new to him.
When you woke up, expecting Kurt to be cuddled up into your arms, you were alarmed when he wasn't there. Maybe his mom had called him down, or maybe he was just using the bathroom. You were overthinking it.
When he returned, you sat up from your spot on his mattress and furrowed your brows.
"Where you go, baby?" You spoke quietly, your voice full of sleep.
"Oh- uh.. Nowhere, just- breakfast.. Yeah breakfast." He murmured, scratching the back of his neck.
"Ookay.. Come back to bed, I'm cold." You open your arms, and he practically jumped back into your embrace.
Your arms wrapped around him and you could hear him sigh into your hoodie.
"Happy birthday by the way.." He whispered, fingers intertwining with yours.
"Thanks kurtie." You murmured quietly.
Your free hand moved up to his hair, fingers threading through the thick brunette strands.
"What do you wanna do baby?" You spoke fondly.
"Just.. Lay here with you." He yawned.
He laid there with you while you coddled him for around 30 minutes, before he got up again.
"Where are you going now?" You spoke, setting your phone down onto the carpet.
"Kitchen.. Come with me." He held his hand out to you.
When you grabbed his hand, it was warm and soft. He tugged you upwards, and pulled you into a hug.
You weren't expecting it, but he just carried some effect that made you melt into him anytime he touched you. He could hold your hand, or brush your arm and your limbs would fold like jelly.
"Your almost as old as me now." He murmured, letting you go and leading you out into the hallway.
"Your acting like you being 23 is such an accomplishment." You smiled.
"Well- Well it is! "He argued, but he never had an angry bone in his body.
The second you reached the living room, his hands clamped over your eyes. A shit eating grin lifted onto his face, and he giggled. He was such a dork it made you squirm.
"Okay- Okay! I have a surprise for you, just.. follow me-" With one hand clamped over your face, and the other around your wrist, he lead you into the kitchen.
You stumbled a bit, but once he stopped you heard the fridge door open. Breakfast maybe? Drinks?
"What is it?" You bit your lip, curious.
"Just wait- your gonna love it!" He squealed, making sure his palm was still covering your eyes.
With another cute grin you unfortunately couldn't see, he got a bit closer to you, then slowly moved his palm away from your eyes.
"Its me and you- see?" He smiled, nodding at the two stick figures drawn in black frosting in the corner of your cake.
You looked up at Kurt with a grateful smile, and your heart ached when you saw his reaction. He looked like an excited golden retriever welcoming you home after work.
"Aww, kurtie!" You practically jumped onto him, slinging your arms around his neck, tight enough to choke.
"Oof-! Baby i.. i-" He pulled you back.
"Sorry- that's just- That's so cute, thank you!" You grinned.
He gave you a fond smile, this made him happier than the day he got to 5k on his stream.
"Yeah!- yeah, I'm glad you like it." He smiled. You could practically see his tail wagging.
"But- Which one is me, and which one is you?" You paused, looking down at the figures.
"Oh! Here.." He used his index finger to smear the frostings down beside your head to make two little lines.
"There." He looked up at you, licking his finger.
You giggled, jumping into his arms again. Sheesh if a cake made you this happy, he was starting to wonder what else would make you happy. (good god kurt.)
keys: Today was your birthday! You were absolutely pumped to tell Keys, because you wanted to see his reaction. You'd only been together for the past few months and he was a busy guy. So you wanted to see if he would stay busy- or make time for you.
Currently, you were at his office even though he told you he could've gotten in trouble for bringing visitors into the building. Did you care? Hell no.
Keys was in his cubicle, talking to his co-workers as he messed around on his laptop. He'd been on it all morning, which was strange to you. Because even though he was a nerd addicted to working on his game, he'd usually spend his lunch period with you. But he didn't. You didn't question him, though you were mentally itching to say something.
"I feel like i've been ignoring my baby all day." Keys sighed, rubbing his forehead, glancing over at Mouser.
"Well you kinda have dude." He shrugged, looking over at Keys. He could see the guilt written all over his face.
"Your.. Baby? Eugh." Millie gagged.
Keys glared over at her, pushing his glasses to adjust to his nose.
"If you'd actually give her a chance, you'd see how sweet she is. She's like.. gods angel." Keys scoffed.
Millie rolled her eyes with a subtle shake of her head, returning back to her work.
Keys sighed, glancing behind the row of cubicles towards the breakroom where he'd left you.
"You think this'll cheer her up?.. I mean she's basically addicted to the game." He looked over at Mouser, turning his laptop towards him.
Mouser looked over, and his gaze instantly softened. Keys had spent all these hours modeling, and rendering a character that looked exactly like you.
"Usually I'm not into your romance story, but that's very cute. She's gonna love it, knowing her." He reached out to give Key's shoulder a firm pat.
"You think so?" He smiled.
"I know so. You've gotta finsh that quick so we can show her sooner- And so you can celebrate her damn birthday." He added.
"Right. Thanks man." He nodded, taking a sip of his lukewarm coffee which you had brought everyone around an hour ago.
Another hour had passed, and Keys was proud to say he'd finally finished your personal character. He made sure to put you in that sundress you loved, and those sunglasses that always sat atop of your head. For a game with guns, your character looked like it could easily make the game more friendly.
"I am.. Finally done!-" He stretched out his arms, glancing over at Mouser who had been watching Keys finish up for the past 30 minutes.
"You want me to go grab her? You can go grab her stuff and get it all ready." Mouser suggested.
"Thanks man, that'd be great." He nodded with a grateful smile.
Mouser stood up from his rolling chair, and trotted over to the breakroom down the hall.
You were on the large sofa sat Infront of the huge window wall. You'd been about ready to fall asleep for the past hour. But the door opening caught you off guard.
You sat up, with one of Key's sweaters hugging your torso.
"Oh- hi mouser." You gave a sweet smile. You'd always liked Mouser.
"Hey- So, kind of random- But Keys has a surprise for you if you wanna come check it out." He nodded towards the outside.
You'd been waiting for this moment. Not anything related to your birthday- Just being able to see your boyfriend again.
"Yeah! Yeah that sounds great." You smiled warmly.
Mouser padded over to you, holding out his hand to help you up from the couch. You felt your heart swell. Keys had great co-workers.
Before leading you outside, he peaked his head outside of the door. When he saw Keys standing by his cubicle with a subtle thumbs up, he knew it was go time.
"Alright, this way." He lead you out, trailing behind you with a grin.
You trotted happily over to Keys desk, and when you saw him you jumped with joy (literally). Keys had learnt a lot about you these past few months, and he knew you weren't a huge fan of sweets, so he didn't get you much in the "sweet" category.
Keys was holding a little cupcake, with a candle in the center already lit for you.
"Keys- Oh you didn't have to do this.." You smiled, reaching out to hug him.
He pulled the cupcake away, to ensure it stayed away from your clothes and hair.
"Happy birthday, love." He smiled, kissing your jaw.
"Thank you baby." You felt your cheeks flush.
He pulled away from the hug slowly, before bringing the cupcake up fro you, and letting you blow it out.
"You make a wish?" He grinned.
"Because I already have everything i've wanted, and that- that sir, is you." You gave a cheesy little giggle.
"Oh, sweet girl." He huffed a laugh.
With a nervous exhale, and a smile that gave hints that something was off, he spoke.
"I actually- Have one more thing." He murmured, glancing over at Mouser who gave him a nod.
"Turn around for me." He hummed, pulling out the chair for you to sit down.
When you turned, your eyes were met with your own personal character, identical to you, even in your favorite dress.
"Keys.." Your lips parted. You felt like crying. This was your favorite game, and he'd went out of his way to make you a custom character?
"It's a creator DLC as well, so its just available for you." He watched your face contort. God you could be pleased with holding hands.
"Why.. Baby this is so sweet-" You frowned, standing up from where you'd sat down in his chair, and wrapped your arms around him.
"Because I love you, and I know you love the game-.."
His hand rubbed a broad stripe up your back, before he murmured to you.
travis: (kinda rushed on him, SORRY!!) The sun was shining, the air was warm, the birds were chirping- And your candle was lit. Today was your 22nd birthday! You and Travis have celebrated every year since you first met each other, which had to be back in elementary school. You remember him coming up to your door with some flowers and rocks he'd picked up from his yard, giving you a smile with a few missing teeth. Nowadays, you were dating, and he'd usually cook for you, take you out, or.. have a picnic. It may seem strange to others, a grown man still having picnics with his girlfriend, but you both found it romantic.
He was laying on side beside you, fingers toying with your soft hair. That was a random habit he'd picked up on recently, and it was fairly strange, but also adorable.
The soft blanket beneath you was topped with your birthday cake, a few drinks, fruit, and whatever else Travis had decided to bring. It wasn't a great mix, but you liked it, he liked it. Perfect!
"So.. " He mumbled in the midst of chewing.
"Swallow before speaking, Travis. We talked about this." You gave him a look.
"Yes ma'am." He hummed, glancing up at you.
He finished his food, then spoke again.
"Like i was saying- .. Now that your 22, can we get married? Like I've been waiting for freakin' ever man! I'm gonna have grey hair by the time you even consider it." He whined.
You blinked, looking over to him with an exasperated giggle.
"You are insane. Like chronically insane." You shook your head.
He groaned, scooting over to rest his head on your lap. He was whiny for being a grown man.
"Your so freakin' pretty and I'm pretty freakin' handsome- so.. What's the holdup?" He shrugged.
You smiled down at him, running your fingers through his hair.
"Baby, its not that simple. Most people plan weddings months- or even years before. "
"Thats true, but we could totally just tie it off here. I mean nobody's stopping us?" He suggested,
"Travis." You spoke in a more stern voice.
"Sheesh, okay." He sighed.
He fell quiet against your lap for a few moments, before speaking up again.
"Well if we can't get married, can we atleast eat this cake already- Like my stomach is growling like a feral dog. "He huffed, glancing up at you.
You giggled at his words, and shifted to rest on your stomach, Travis copying your movements.
"Yes, we can have cake Travis." You laughed.
"Forgot to say, but happy birthday. " He gave a fond smile, looking at you with a worshipful glance.
You felt your cheeks heat up, and you looked down at your clasped hands.
"Nuh uh- up here." He tilted your chin up.
Before you had time to respond, he was kissing you, not heated- just a solid, swift kiss.
"Happy birthday." He repeated.
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