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BTS Reaction to You Surprising Them with Breakfast on Their Birthday

GENRE: pure fluff



A/N: oh my god namjoon’s absolutely killed me! when i was writing this i was dying! so cute, i love this so so much! I WOULD ALSO LIKE TO THANK YOU GUYS FOR 500 FOLLOWERS I JUST MENTIONED 400 AND IM ALREADY AT 500 THANK YOU SO SO MUCH I CANT SAY THAT ENOUGH I TRULY LOVE EACH OF YOU WITH EVERYTHING I HAVE IN ME. THANK YOU FOR MAKING ME THE HAPPIEST:))




You tiptoed into you and Jin’s shared room, holding a plate of Jin’s favorite homemade dish you can prepare. You woke up especially early to surprise him, and you had to be extremely quiet while cooking. Somehow, even when you accidentally dropped a pan on the floor, Jin did not wake up. You smiled seeing Jin holding a pillow close to his chest, not realizing that your body had been replaced with that said pillow. He stirred in his sleep, and you rushed over to sit by his side so the first thing he could see when he woke up was you.

Once Jin came to his senses and his eyes spotted you, a grin appeared on his lips. You giggled softly as he sat up and rubbed his face gently. He looked down at the meal you had prepared for him, not saying a word as he simply smiled. That was enough for you to know that waking up early to surprise him was worth it. He let out a yawn before speaking his first words of the day.

“I do not possibly deserve this kind of love and appreciation, even if it is my birthday.”


You didn’t wake up early to fix Yoongi breakfast, knowing that he would already sleep much later than you being that he had the day off from practice. You simply began preparing the special meal once you woke up, which was around noon. You had to text Jin a few times about the ingredients that you lacked ( Yoongi arrived home a little earlier than you expected yesterday, which meant you didn’t have time to go to the store ), and what to substitute with. Jin didn’t mind too much, which you were grateful for.

As you finished up the last bits of Yoongi’s breakfast, you made sure the placement also appeared very nice on the tray. A smile formed on your lips, knowing that once Yoongi was fully awake, he would be grateful. He might be a little grouchy at first, though. You carefully picked up the tray and began to carry it towards your room. Once the door opened, you saw a drowsy Yoongi on his phone, wrapped in all of the blankets and surrounded by pillows. His eyes met the food before you, but once he realized what you had done for him, he carried the softest Yoongi grin imaginable.

“Babe, this is amazing.”


I feel like Hobi would wake up while you were fixing him breakfast and be the one surprising you. You had attempted to be as quiet as possible, and Hobi would have tried his best to not leave the room, assuming that you were fixing him a birthday breakfast. Once his arms wrapped around your waist, you would let out a sigh of defeat, and Hobi would chuckle as you turned around to greet him. You knew that surprising him was difficult, and especially on a special occasion like his birthday, he would be too curious.

Hobi would quietly apologize as he pressed his nose against yours. You would feel your cheeks heating up at the close contact, having only been dating Hoseok for a few months. Hoseok would smile at you before gently kissing your lips, honestly feeling like he slightly disappointed you. He would glance over your shoulder to see his favorite dish, which also happened to be the most difficult meal you could make. Hobi felt as if you really wanted to make the morning special, and he uncontrollably, smiled widely.

“Baby, thank you so much.”


You would be in the kitchen of the dorms with Jin, scrambling to get the last minute preparations done for Namjoon. You could barely stand in the dorms without running into his room and hugging him, and you knew the actual surprise aspect was going to be the death of you. You had been on tour with your group for the past few months, and you requested a break specifically for Joon’s birthday. You didn’t tell Namjoon about it, but all of the boys knew and helped you organize the surprise. You had arrived only hours prior to when you began cooking with Jin, and you both knew Namjoon was going to be walking out of his room soon.

Jin would usher you to hide behind the kitchen island, hearing Namjoon and Taehyung talking in their room. You would hold your breath as you heard all of the boys walking out, knowing the rest of them had been waiting on Joon. They all cheered and congratulated him for another year of life, and you could barely hide behind the counter. Once Namjoon commented on the food, Jin stated that someone helped him prepare it. That was your cue, and once you stood up Namjoon looked as if you were fake.

“Babe! H– how?! I thought—” “Happy birthday Joonie!”


After waking up an hour early just for Jimin, you had finally finished his absolute favorite meal you could fix. Any time he had a choice of what he wanted to eat, he would pick exactly what you had made. You would let out a sigh of relief, proud of yourself for successfully making his food on time. You would set everything in a certain place on the tray, making sure that he would love it. You grinned as you picked up the tray carefully, making sure that you wouldn’t spill anything or make a mess.

You smiled as you walked as quietly as possible into your shared room with Jimin. He slept peacefully on the bed you wished you were still in, a faint smile on his lips that you loved dearly. As you approached the bed, Jimin slowly opened his eyes and focused on you. A wide, silly grin would appear on his face as you sat down beside him. He’d lean over and kiss your cheek, genuinely thanking you.

“This is the best birthday present ever; you and my favorite foods.”


Taehyung, like Hobi, would be super curious about what you were planning for his birthday. Months prior to the occasion, he would question your plans. You never gave away the tiniest hint though, and that’s how you somehow managed to successfully arrange the perfect breakfast for Tae. You smiled widely as you finished up the last bit of things to make the morning spotless, hoping he would appreciate everything you did for his birthday. You’d grin as you finished the last minute preparations, gazing down at your masterpiece with pride.

As you silently made your way into your shared room with Tae, your eyes met a sleepy bearlike Taehyung who cuddled himself up in all of the blankets. He looked softer than ever, and for a minute you contemplated whether you should wake him up or not. By the time you decided that you should let him sleep a little longer, he lifted his head and looked at you. A big smile appeared on his exhausted face as he sat up quickly, holding his arms out to you.

“I didn’t know this was one of my surprises you had planned! This wasn’t on the list I found—” “Really, Tae?”


Jungkook never actually told or hinted you what he wanted for his birthday, so it was really a guessing game. You had gathered a few presents, and then you decided to make him a special breakfast to begin the celebration. Jin helped you decide what to make, and you two even went grocery shopping together to assemble all of the ingredients. But when it came to the actual cooking aspect, it was all on you to make the best breakfast for the golden maknae of BTS. So far, it wasn’t going as planned.

You had to make a second entire meal, thanks to your clumsy self who managed to burn the first despite Jin’s word for word instructions. Now as you walked with the breakfast you deemed good enough towards Jungkook’s room, you begged that you wouldn’t trip. You pushed the semi-closed door open with your hip, seeing that Jungkook was awake on his phone. Once he turned and saw you, a smile would appear on his lips. That would remind you that all of the hard work was worth it, because Jungkook seemed really pleased. You would rethink that thought whenever he tasted the food, and the widest grin you had ever seen appeared on his face.

“This is better than Jin’s cooking!”


V’s Route Chatroom times + general Info (Spoiler Free)

I’ll keep this post updated!! ALONG SIDE OF ME PLAYING!! (Should be finished for now. Unless someone can confirm the amount of guests you need for the good ending.)

Hey Hey, so Cheritz has thrown V’s Route out for us android users yesterday. iOS users have to wait a couple more days, unfortunately. But I guess iOS users have the advantage over Chatroom times for now. 

If you have general questions, my ask box is always open and I’ll try to answer as much as possible. If you guys have any spoiler related questions, I’ll be tagging it as “v route spoiler” so you can maybe block that tag, or I’ll see how I can make a cut, so you do not see anything you don’t want to. 

I also wanted to use this post to thank you guys for following and supporting me with this. I’m really glad I can help you guys out. ♥

General Info: 

Another Story is really expensive. 

  • Unlocking Another Story: 300 Hourglasses
  • Phone calls to V and Saeran: 10 Hourglasses
  • Missed Chats: 15 Hourglasses
  • Unlocking the next day: Ranges from 150 - 300 Hourglasses. (I’m extremely salty about this one.)
  • The Common Route contains A LOT of story. There’s a lot of Visual novels. 
  • It seems unlike in the other routes, you need 17 Guests in order to get the good ending, instead of 9 / 10 (I’m not 100% sure how many. I’m still kind of looking for confirmation on this one, 17 looks like an awfully odd number.)

Email Answers Guide by @ haengbokaeyo

V’s Route Tips Day 1 - 11 (10)

Calling times by @khaleecia

First Day: 

23:25 +VN

Second Day:

1:19 + VN
7:50 + VN
12:00 +VN
13:57 +VN
15:24 +VN
18:26 +VN

Third Day: 

00:31 +VN
12:22 +VN
18:24 +VN
20:11 +VN
23:07 +VN

Fourth Day:

2:34 +VN
8:15 +VN
12:00 +VN
14:41 +VN
17:36 +VN
21:53 +VN

GAME BRANCH - Congrats if you made it through!
(I’m genuinely glad I made it ahaha)

Fifth Day: 

00:03 +VN
02:00 +VN
7:30 +VN
10:52 +VN
15:11 +VN
17:59 +VN
19:36 +VN
21:00 +VN

Sixth Day: 

02:43 +VN
12:33 +VN
14:42 +VN
16:19 +VN
18:23 +VN
20:00 +VN
22:02 +VN
23:11 +VN

Seventh Day: 

2:32 +VN
6:55 +VN
8:46 +VN
11:51 +VN
13:16 +VN
15:38 +VN
19:24 +VN
21:39 +VN
23:11 + GAME BRANCH VN! 

Eighth Day:

00:44 +VN
01:59 +VN
09:27 +VN
11:00 +VN
17:52 +VN
22:00 +VN
23:16 +VN
23:24 +VN****

Ninth Day:

00:56 +VN
02:43 +VN
06:21 +VN
09:04 +VN
12:07 +VN
14:11 +VN
16:39 +VN
18:35 +VN
21:49 +GAME BRANCH VN (??)******
23:24 ******

Tenth Day:

00:46 +VN
02:32 +VN
06:21 +VN
08:38 +VN
14:05 +VN
16:12 +VN
21:53 +VN

Final day:

12:00 PARTY!

(??)***** I am not sure if that is correct. I was looking up my history for V’s route. Somehow, I’ve gotten the same chat twice in there, for whatever reason. 

Man, look at that Doc Rick. It’s like he slowly went from a circle with no brows to an oval with a unibrow. Also look at that show color and socks. <3 At least the color palette for the rest of him is largely the same. 


  • Janna: Do you ever just want to gently place your hands on someone’s cheeks, hold their head in your hands, and look into their eyes…
  • Janna: And then violently jerk their head and snap their neck?
  • Marco: Well, that took an unexpected turn.
  • Jackie: So did their neck.
  • Star: I’m dying!
  • Tom: So are they.
Voltron fic recs, the threequel


I’m sorry I’ve been so absent recently. Excuses, excuses etc. etc. but basically I’ve had a bazillion work socials, commissions up the wazoo and am severely lacking in sleep. These things combined do not make for good artings. 


Have some more fic recs! Knock yourselves out. See if you can spot the thing I said I wasn’t interested in and would probably never read >__> Ahaha ha look how that turned out…

As with any rec list, please pay attention to the tags and warnings <3

all we have to do - 19.5K; klance; Keith gets hurt during a mission, and Lance is not sure how to handle that.

equations for a falling body - 25k; klance; Keith, Lance, an alien drug and an enclosed space, and what happens after.

To the Universe and Back with You - 10k (WIP); klance; When Keith took off after the Galra empire fell he left Lance with a broken heart and a whole lot of resentment. Fast forward seven years later and Lance is the only paladin living on Earth, with his cat Peaches for company. It’s not perfect, but he’s happy. That is, until Shiro summons them to form Voltron again…

it’s quite bizarre, and will remain this way - 16.5k; klance; Keith is determined to keep his head down while serving out his community service volunteering at the Rex Alfor Memorial Space Muesum, but one rather loud member of staff won’t leave him alone…

shining like the stars - 139k (WIP); shklance; In a bid to help strengthen team Volron and their lion bonds, Allura takes the paladins on a pilgrimage to face the trials in the paladin temples. Keith unexpectely presenting as an omega rather throws a rather large spanner in the works…

Stormchasing - 18k; klance; Lance never intended to spend his vacation chasing after Keith’s premonitions, but here he is. Keith makes bad decision, Lance makes mistakes, and both of them are stuck together on a space pirate adventure neither of them asked for.

Purple Marks and Bleeding Hearts - 46.5k (WIP); klance;  Lance’s newest job is not what the sniper signed up for when he joined team Voltron. This mark shouldn’t be any different from the other Galra, but he is.

Feel the Bonds - 53.5k; klance; Being a paladin of Voltron is honestly the coolest thing that ever could’ve happened to Lance, but the people who should know probably never will. And despite their fighting, Keith is there for him when Lance is feeling particularly homesick. 

sometimes youve just got to hide your favourite local vandal from your overprotective cousin,, and sometimes you fail 

@lumenlight prompted me, “Sterek AU where Stiles tries to seduce Derek but Derek has the habit of only dating older people (Jennifer, Kate …). So he says no to Stiles and Stiles is really disappointed but by chance he keeps seeing Derek and with time Derek realizes that he may have made a mistake?”

Hope you like it!! 

~4000 words, rated M. (I don’t usually write smut, but I felt like this was that kind of prompt.)

on ao3

Stiles usually doesn’t venture as far out of town as the Preserve—there’s not much out here but trees—but today that’s kind of the point. If he’s going to start up a jogging regimen to prep for lacrosse in the fall, he’s sure as hell not going to do it in his own neighborhood, where all his neighbors can (and will) watch him flailing around looking stupid.

He doesn’t actually end up jogging at all, though, because before he finds the trail he’d marked on his map, his Jeep abruptly sputters and dies on him right in the middle of the road. That’s also about when it starts raining.

“Oh, come on,” Stiles groans, hitting his head on the steering wheel a few times.

He pulls out his phone to call someone—his dad, a tow truck, Scott—and there’s no signal. Right. Because he wanted isolated, and he got it.

There’s no sound at all except the drumming of the rain on the roof of the Jeep, coming down harder and harder, taunting him for being such a fucking idiot.

He thinks about waiting it out, but who knows how long that could take, and if he doesn’t make it back home in time for dinner or at least get somewhere where he can make a phone call, then his dad is probably going to think he got eaten by a mountain lion or something.

“Fuck it,” he mutters. He pockets his phone and keys, grits his teeth, and jumps out into the downpour.


He has to walk for about twenty minutes before he finds any sign of civilization. It’s a house, or at least part of one. It’s tucked away down a long dirt driveway on the edge of the Preserve and looks sketchy as hell. It’s been burned, badly, and even though it looks like maybe someone’s been fixing it up, it’s still not exactly what Stiles would call habitable. Part of the charred roof is caved in, and most of the windows on the second floor are shattered, their jagged glass gleaming ominously in the dim light and the rain.

Stiles would assume it’s abandoned, except that there’s a shiny black Camaro parked out front. That at least looks well cared for.

It’s that detail, plus the rather compelling fact that this is probably the only house for at least a mile and Stiles can feel his feet starting to rub raw in his wet tennis shoes, that finally gives him the courage he needs to squelch his way through the mud and onto the porch to knock on the door.

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