Happy Birthday to the lovely @ohscorbus!!! I hope you liked your impromptu gifts sorry you had to smuggle the chocolates. A little doodle I did which ended up taking too much time cause I couldn’t get their hair right - and now I know its a bad idea to sleep at 2am when you’ve got a two part show later that day. Thank you for letting me take it with Platform 9 ¾. I’m so glad to be sharing massive CC tears with you
“Babs and I are throwing you and Steph a joint birthday
party,” Dick said. “It’s on Sunday the 13th, because that’s the only
day everybody can make it. It’s in the park. Bruce is grilling steaks,
and I know you know how good he is at that. You’re coming.”
@tyranttortoise okay so i had wanted my first thing for you to be something from one of your fics BUT i couldn’t just miss your birthday!!!
you are a super duper sweetheart, an excellent writer, and your fics are some of my faves!! i hope your birthday is as amazing and fantastic as you are <3 thank you for everything you do, and for always bringing a smile to my face! may the year ahead of you be filled with lots of love and happiness and aDVENTURE ANDSExyskeletons–COUGH–and lots and lots of fun!! take care!!! ^u^
(also red isn’t really that tall ((or smooth)) he’s standing on a lil stepping stool pfft)
summary : its laffy taffy birthday and u cook him somin and he duznt kno u speak french
warnings : crappy french & fluff,, cussing?? and mumbaiya hindi- basically the slang of hindhi which is the only hindhi i ever learned,, fite me
992 words m8 thats so little but f1t3 m3
a/n : i wrote this during math class bc i already know all this shit so excuse me if its bad.
It was laf’s birthday. he was out with the boys celebrating, so you had decided that try to cook for him. He’d be back in 4 hours, so you decided to call your grandma in france. Laf was your best friend, so close you lived together, but you had managed to keep the fact you spoke french a secret from him. Laf muttered under his breath and talked to Alex in French, and never realized you could understand everything they were saying. You remembered last week, when you had overheard the most peculiar thing.
“Je n'aime pas la façon dont elle regarde John” he muttered to Alex. (I do not like the way she looks at John)
“Qui voulez-vous dire, notre John?” Alex replied (Who do you mean, John?)
“Oui, bien sûr, notre John” (Yes, of course, our John)
“Que fait-il?” (What is he doing?)
“Regardez-les, tous amoureux, c'est dégueulasse” (Look at them, all love, it’s disgusting)
you snorted at this, and Lafayette turned red. “Connait-elle le français???” he practically screamed. (Does she know French ???) you looked away, hoping he didnt notice. Alex shook his head. “I don’t think so” he replied in English.
“Don’t think what?” you asked, innocently.
“Laf here was wondering if you speak french?”
“Oiu Oiu Baguette?” You laughed, trying to butcher the word and visibly seeing Laf cringe made you laugh harder.
But you couldnt get the thought out of your head. Did Laf like you?
you were with your grandmother, cooking a wonderful smelling broth. she had recently moved to the city to help your mother get back on her feet after her recent run in with cancer. since you did not eat meat, she was cooking the chicken while you prepared the desserts and broth the meat was to rest in.
you tossed in the potatoes and carrots, adding a bit of indian spices from your fathers side to spicen it up.
“Vous faites tout cela pour un garçon?” she asked you. (Do you do all this for a boy?)
“Alors, que faire si?” (So, what if?)
“Rien, rien, juste vous deux peuvent vraiment avoir quelque chose de spécial” (Nothing, nothing, just you two can really have something special) she winked suggestively.
“Amama(hindi)! Nous ne sommes plus que des amis” (Grandma! We are only friends)
“Est-il un garçon français?” (Is he a french boy?)
“Ensuite, j'approuve” (Then I approve).
“Amama,Est-ce que je peux te dire quelque chose” (Grandma, can i tell you something?)
“Oui chérie, qu'est-ce que c'est” (yes, darling what is it)
“Je ne pense pas que je suis amoureux, mais je veux que nous soyons plus que des amis” (I do not think I am in love, but I do want us to be more than friends)
You heard a loud choking noise from the door and you turned to see Lafayette, mouth agape, red in the face.
“Ye wala he?” your grandmother asked in hindi, knowing he could speak french. (Its this guy?)
“hanjee. ye mera dost he” (Yes ma'am, this is my friend).
“both acha dekte” she winked. (He looks very good)
“merku malum. usku malum. sab malum” (i know, he knows, everyone knows)
“uska baal merku both acha lakte” (I like his hair a lot)
“me too” you said in English, laughing slightly at his confused face, then frowning.
“wait- how long were you standing there?”
“I just came- you speak french? what? wait?” he stuttered out.
“enough to get by.”
“it is her second language” your grandmother adds. “hindhi being her first”. he can only nod slightly in response.
“Merde, ma vie est un mensonge. Je ne peux pas y croire. Comment parle-t-elle le français? Elle le sait tout, n'est-ce pas?” he muttered angrily under his breath. You were only able to catch a few words.
“Je suis désolé de ne pas vous le dire. Je voulais que ce soit mon petit secret” (Im sorry I did not tell you, I wanted it to be my little secret)
“its fine. I just- wow. wow. you speak french thats really… hot. did i say that aloud? I mean like its just cool like i can bitch about john to you and-” he stopped himself.
“you’re cooking for me?”
“yessiree. coq au vin and tarte tatin. i asked amama to come over to help prepare the meat. we are almost done. take a seat, Lafayette, its your birthday.” you say, pulling out a seat for him to watch you two cook.
your grandma was telling laf embarrassing stories of your past. you laughed at the both of them, fluently talking in french, as you added the finishing touches.
“dive in!” you exclaim, setting down the meal in front of him. he smiled as he finished it in one go. “reminds me of my ma’s cooking. la magnifique!” he laughs. you look at his eyes, twinkling with happiness. then you heard someone clear their throat behind you.
“tera pedas or kya ne” she laughed. (your sweets or what not). you nodded and pulled it out, handing it to Laf.
“Happy Birthday to my favorite boy ever!” you exclaimed, watching him almost moan at the flavor. Your grandmother slipped outside and onto her motorcycle, speeding away. what a badass.
“so. about earlier” you knew exactly what he was talking about.
“I’m sorry- i didnt mean it just,” you took a deep breath. “fuck it. I fell in love with you. or something like that. I noticed it the first time you punched Jefferson in the face for calling Alex’s mother a whore. Something fluttered inside me and its been growing. I don’t know if its love Laf- I just feel something, here” you say, and point to his heart. He looks at you, studying the lines of your smile and your hopeful eyes and realizes you needed an answer.
“you have no idea how long I’ve been waiting to hear that” he said, and brought his lips up to you. It wasn’t movie fairytale firework explosive everywhere kissing, but it was goddamn something. it felt good, and thats all you needed to validate this feeling. you pushed the dessert out of the way, and jumped onto the table, Laf continuing to makeup with you. His eyes were closed in bliss, and his hands made his way up your shirt.
“Je veux vous baiser si bien” he growled and attacked your neck. (google translate it its too vulgar for my innocent eyes)
Happy birthday to one of the funniest, most charming, and most genuine idols I’ve had the pleasure of being a fan of. You never fail to amuse me, and your dedication to A.cian over all these years is admirable, your love for your group is evident in everything you do and I appreciate it so much. I know that I can anticipate many more years with A.cian because of you. Thank you for all that you do, and I hope that your birthday is as excellent as you are. I love you so much. ♥
“Surprise!” You yell as Jason climbs through the window, after patrol.
“What is this?” He asks, confused and looking at the red glitter and confetti you had thrown at him.
“Its your birthday!” You say moving forward an hugging him.
“No its not my birthday isn’t until tomorrow,” He tries to argue with you.
“It is tomorrow,” you say pointing towards the clock on the wall, which read 1:53 a.m.
“Its not tomorrow until its light outside,” he says trying to avoid celebrating right now, be cause he’s tired.
“Maybe for you, so I guess I’ll have to eat all the brownies and ice cream by myself then,” you say heading to the kitchen where the warm brownies are waiting. You grab an ice cream scooper and begin scooping ice cream directly onto the pan of brownies, when Jason comes in, now changed out of his suit and in sweat pants and a t-shirt.
“What are you doing?” He asks, as you put the ice cream away and grab a fork.
“Eating all the brownies myself,” you reply as you move towards the couch to sit down. You turn on the tv to (your favorite tv show) and begin to eat the entire pan of brownies. Then Jason comes and sits next to you, with his own fork. “Hey! What do you think you’re doing?” You ask pulling the brownies away from him when he tries to steal a bite.
“Eating my birthday brownies that you worked so hard on,” he says reaching over you to get a bite.
“I thought it wasn’t your birthday until its light outside?” You asks teasing him.
He takes another bite before replying, “I was wrong to say those mean things, I was so young and naive back then.”
“Did you just admit to being wrong?” You ask looking up at him.
“Yes, but only for you,” He pauses, as you lean into him, “And your brownies.”
“Hey!” You move away from him. “Thats it I’m selling you for-” Jason cuts you off with a kiss and you forget about being mad.