Seong Taehoon x Reader: Happy Birthday! (feat Hansu)
G/N. Fluffy and a lil cracky. For @razypie informing us it's this dickhead's bday.
Taehoon blinks at the scene before him. This... this was not what he expected to come home to.
Sweat clinging to your skin and you in a skimpy top, giggling with his dad like you're both the best of friends, Hansu peering down at you fondly.
Standing a bit too close for comfort. Nudging him with your elbows like you're both in on a joke Taehoon is definitely not a part of.
You've made comments about his dad being a DILF before. About how good looking he is-
No. Fuck no. This is not that sort of scene. This is not his life.
"What the fuck is going on?"
Taehoon's voice alerts you to his presence, snapping you out of your conversation. You both turn to him with matching guilty expressions, the easy atmosphere from seconds ago completely gone.
"Son," Hansu sounds uncertain, "You're back early."
Back early?! What the hell is that supposed to mean? "Seriously. What the fuck-"
"Hold on, assho- Taehoon," You change your wording in the nick of time. It is his birthday after all.
Your boyfriend stares incredulously at you. Don't think he didn't catch on to your insult.
"Just..." you stride over to Taehoon, giving him a kiss on the cheek as a way of greeting (which he stubbornly does not lean down to make it any easier for you), pushing him out of the kitchen and towards the sofa. "We won't be long."
How dare you manhandle Taehoon. How dare you push him about in his own home
Fine. Fucking fine.
He plops down on the sofa. Scowl on his face and arms folded tight. Eyes glued to you and Hansu still visible through the doorway.
He sits and stares. Stares and sits. Five minutes pass. Then ten.
What sort of fucking birthday is this? Taehoon wonders if he's too old for a tantrum. But that's exactly what you and his dad deserve. You get him at his brattiest worst for ignoring him.
As Taehoon makes up his mind and about to leap over and give you two a piece of his mind-
You come out holding a wooden tray with dishes precariously balanced.
Fried eggs. Kimchi Stew. Fried Rice. Grilled Spam. Gukbap. All his favourites.
Oh. Right.
This would have taken ages.
This is what you two have been preparing. He's been too blinded by his annoyance to even notice the cooking.
Hansu follows shortly afterwards with a cake.
"Dad and I have been slaving in the kitchen for you, you ungrateful brat," you grin, no bite in your words and giving Taehoon's knee a fond squeeze.
(Both men twitch at you referring to Hansu as dad. No matter how many times, it still catches them both off guard.
And it's only thanks to a lifetime of training that Hansu doesn't drop the cake.)
"Happy Birthday!" you and Hansu say in unison.
Taehoon swallows down the lump in his throat. Anger he's used to. This- this he is not.
He holds back his words, the need to deflect and snap. Demand what the hell was up with the shitty greeting.
His nostrils absolutely do not burn, his eyes do not sting.
Doesn't dwell on the fact that his two favourite people (ack, cringe) get on so well.
And he will deny this to the end, his voice also doesn't crack when he mumbles,
love luffy day because im treating it like its the bday of one of my kpop boys and retweeting every single luffy art post on twitter and then i come to tumblr and see the same artists post the same art here and i reblog it as well! yes luffy day! happy birthday king you will get everything you ever want! if something bad happens to you i will go to war for you! you dont need me but i have needed you and your existence brings me so much genuine joy in my heart! your smile makes me laugh, your tears make my heart wrench! you are so good in ways i do not have the capacity to put into words and your journey is something i have kept in my heart with for over fifteen years now. sorry i became distant for a small (four year) window but i never gave up on you. i always knew i would come back to you and i did! and i could not fight it, even when i wanted to, but when life was overwhelming and the world was awful i could look at you and your adventures! you are a symbol of hope and you inspire people to be good and fight for what's right. i love you luffy, happy birthday my little king <3
In honor of my birthday, I present to y'all another one of these weird ass internal dialogue things with our three main men! Enjoy them trying to figure out a birthday surprise as this scene randomly came to me.
Mikey, picking up a container: Think this one'd be good. She said she's been cravin' cheesecake.
Matt, sniffing the air: The one with different flavors? Yeah. She'll like that. But grab the other one instead.
Mikey, confused: Why?
Matt: It smells fresher. Better.
Mikey, tentatively swapping out cheesecakes: Still really weird how ya do that.
Matt: So you've said. Now all that's left is grabbing the weighted blanket for her.
Mikey, leading the pair of them through the store: Think she'll really love that. I have to admit, that was a good idea ya had.
Matt: She needs to learn to relax. Figure it'll help. Or at the very least, she'll be trapped under a fifteen pound blanket. Maybe then she'll take a break.
Mikey, chuckling: S'pose that'll do it. What happened to Frank?
Matt: Said he was getting her balloons.
Mikey and Matt stop at the section of blankets. Matt begins touching them all while Michael curiously watches.
Michael, quirking a brow: Uhh...what're ya doin'?
Matt, pausing and glancing over his shoulder: Looking for the softest one, obviously.
Michael, muttering under his breath sarcastically: Obviously.
Frank appears around the corner of the aisle a minute later, catching Michael’s eye before he immediately bursts into laughter.
Frank, unamused: Don't even say it.
Matt, picking out a blanket and focusing on Frank: Don't say what? What's so funny?
Michael, snickering: The balloons he's carryin' along with the--
Michael breaks into a fit of laughter while Frank frowns.
Matt, brows furrowing: I don't get it. What's going on?
Michael, still fighting fits of laughter: They're princess themed. And he's wearin' a pink tiara.
Matt, trying to fight down his own laughter: Dressin' up for her, are you? You going to help us make the vegetable lasagna while wearing that, too?
Frank, irritated: Shut up, Red. Her son said he wanted her to have a princess birthday. So, I'm giving her a princess birthday. Like he requested.
Matt, still holding back a fit of laughter: That's--that's sweet, Frank.
Frank, annoyed as he stalks past them: 'Bout to punch both of ya in the face. Let's go.
Michael, following after with Matt: But did ya need to wear the tiara?
Frank, glancing over his shoulder looking unamused: Yeah, I did. Got one for both of you, too. So stop laughing before I find you both princess dresses to match it.
I'M ON TIME WOOOOHOOO! Haha, finally got around my art block for Sunny's birthday. Anyway, I wanted to somehow replicate OMOCAT's art for Mari, Aubrey and Basil's birthday and to fit the theme, I decided to give Sunny a headspace feel too.
Also, I found this art I made last year actually and never gotten around to posting it. So I just change up the date. Enjoy~
(read all and bonus to be emotionally destroyed :))
1st year-chill, pleasant evening with the rest of the marauders near the Great lake. They enjoyed throwing empty packages of chocolate frogs at others :D
2nd year-hilarious day he spent by flying on his new broomstick outside and inside of Hogwarts. Not to forget that he flew into dinner in the Great hall while Sirius was setting off the fireworks.
3rd year-mister Potter, now officially a teenager, celebrated this bday by buying things for pranks in Hogsmade and ended up crying in Remus' lap because Lily didn't respond to all his efforts to impress her by annoying Snevilus.
4th year-THIS IS SOMETHING BIG GUYS. First there was big, not allowed Quidditch match and after match party in Gryffindor room because Gryffindor will, of course, win. (at least Dumbledore would think so)
5th year-everyone is worried about Voldy and death eaters. This year he wanted a bit of privacy (BUT not without the rest of the marauders) and they were all day in the Room of requirement . Don't get me wrong, they had nice time, but Remus had heard something about werewolves cooperating with Death Eaters, Pettigrew was either in a panic or telling horrible jokes about house elves and ghosts, and Sirius was off the whole time because he was worried thinking about his little brother. Sirius denied it, but ever since he left him, he feels guilty. Now that Voldy wants new followers and the support of noble houses, maybe something will happen in a few years. Who knows :( ? Of course, the night ended with drinking a little too much firewhisky.
6th year-James spent whole day lying on Regulus' bed and trying to convince Regulus they will find a way to save him from Dark lord.
7th year-he invited some Gryffindor friends to the Three Broomsticks and they talked about Dumbledore and some of the students who don't go to Hogwarts anymore because they are probably Death Eaters. He spent the rest of the night crying over a special and handsome Slytherin who was no longer speaking to him and would soon be leaving Hogwarts.
*bonus: the day Reggie left, James was like a ghost. He was white, with a blank expression on his face. He tried not to stare too long at Sirius's dark curls and features. He spent that night in the Astronomical Tower, crying, calling out and looking only at one star.
The one star he, the greatest Gryffindor seeker, will never reach.