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Xeno - 6

Plot: The best part about being an assistant in a lab was watching all new inventions come to life, although sometimes some of them fail, leaving them away in a storage room, never to be bothered with; free for the taking.

Pairing: Kim Taehyung x Reader | Jeon Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Fluff, angst, Futuristic au!

Notes: The internet isn’t back and I posted this on my laptop using a hotspot. I’m sick of the internet company’s shit honestly. Forgive me for any mistakes I might have missed. I will be sure to correct them when I have the wifi back. 3.5K Words

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Originally posted by butaer

You just felt like the smartest person in the planet.

It felt amazing to have Taehyung walking by your side, a smile on his face, and his hands were stuffed into the pockets of his black pants. He looked so much more fashionable than you did, but you didn’t care.

You fixed him.

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twenty-five reasons to stay alive
  1. sitting on the floor of a library
  2. satin party dresses
  3. flushed cheeks late at night
  4. the warm fuzzy feeling you get after a little to drink
  5. clean, fresh sheets
  6. the smell of the beach
  7. salt water
  8. epiphanies that come to you in the shower
  9. bold lipstick
  10. lemon and/or mint infused water
  11. reading a book before falling asleep
  12. evening runs as the sun is setting
  13. when you’re unapologetically honest
  14. when the sunlight splashes onto your bed in the morning
  15. conversations at 4am
  16. dancing in a crowd of people
  17. licking ice cream from the cone
  18. refreshing conversations that make you closer to a person
  19. feeling dewy after applying moisturizer to your skin
  20. hugging trees 
  21. the feeling of being in love
  22. discovering new music
  23. the scent of your crush’s cologne or perfume
  24. clothes that fit just right
  25. invincible confidence and optimism 

INTP and ISFJ walking down the road on the way to the cafe to get ice cream.

INTP: Do you have money?

ISFJ: *grumbling* Some…

INTP: *turning to look at ISFJ* You don’t have money? I’ll pay.

ISFJ: What? No. I do.

INTP: Is it enough to sustain you?

ISFJ: I guess? It’s enough for a cone.

INTP: ……I’ll pay.

ISFJ: NO. I have money. I intend to use said money. I won’t let you or other people to use money on me.

INTP: I’ll never understand why you’re so uptight about letting people pay for you.

ISFJ: Well, how’d YOU feel if I said I was going to pay for you?

INTP: *thinks for a while as she realises certain exploits if her dependency was placed in another’s hands* Nope. No. Nuh-uh. I don’t like being paid for. I don’t mind paying, but being paid for is a no-no.

ISFJ: See? It’s the same!

INTP: But think about it, I have enough money to buy two and you have enough for one. Ideally, you need extra pocket for curriculum tomorrow, so I bet you’d use more money. We can shift the weight of payments to a willing participant –me– so that you have more “insurance”!

ISFJ: *thinks for a while, and stops walking* Maybe I’ll just not buy anything.


ISFJ: This is me being economical, okay?

INTP: *sighs* Fine. Let’s just head straight home then. Hold on a sec, I need to go to the toilet.

ISFJ: Okee dokey.

INTP did not go to the public toilet. INTP instead sprinted – bought two cups of ice cream – under three minutes and ran back.

ISFJ: What the hell? You lying little….

INTP: Lying? No such thing. *hands ISFJ ice cream as she begrudgingly accepts* Economical with truth? Let’s go with that.

ISFJ: I hate you.

INTP: Oh don’t be so economical with truth, ISFJ. You sound hypocritical.

—INTP continued making stupid pickup lines to ISFJ as ISFJ silently cringes while eating her vanilla ice cream in suffering.—

grumpikitten  asked:

hey there friend! i saw your post, so how about a prompt where danny is away on tour and arin misses him a buNch so danny decides to surprise him one night and calls him? (bonus points if Danny sings to him!!) have a lovely day! <3

Thank you for this beautiful prompt! It turned out a little different then I originally expected but I’m happy with it I think.I’m incredibly nervous to put this up here, and I would love to here what you all think of it!


I’m nervous

Pls enjoy  

I love you all


“I don’t know why it’s so hard for you to just admit that you miss him.”

The words streaming from Suzys mouth felt cold and distant as the soft pur of the car engine filled his mind.

“Seriously. This act of being all strong and having no emotions or whatever is annoying as shit, Arin. Stop being stubborn and just admit it. You miss Dan.”

His eyes flickered from blurry sign to darkness as they smoothly passed by the restaurants, shops, and unimportant land marks that lined the sidewalks.

He was tense, though unaware of it. Completely clueless to his nails digging every so slightly into his skin as his arms laid tightly across his chest in a subconsciously protective manner.

Oblivious to the rocky breathes that racked his diaphragm, and the glaze that had so carefully covered his eyes.

Perhaps he would have spoken, another time. A more aware time. But his lips seemed to protest any words and his mind refused to unscramble. And she said nothing more, for a while.

Dan had been gone for three weeks, at this point. It wasn’t as if he hadn’t anticipated it. He had know for months in advance, and had even been the one to plan the surprise party to celebrate the new tour. He was excited for him, for the opportunities he had been given and the love the fans showed him.

He didn’t miss him. He didn’t. It was different, when Dan was gone. Things were just more irritating.

The alarm screeching in the morning, and stepping on the cold morning ground with no socks on.

Just barley not making a light, and getting stuck in traffic.

The stupid radio host going on about some stupid tickets you can win, and the guy cutting if front of you into the lane without using his blinker.

The coffee being a little too strong in the morning, and being the weird guy at restraughts that sat alone because no one else except Dan was willing to always  come along, even if he didn’t like the food.

Ross and Barry going on about how dan will be back soon as that it’s okay to miss him, and treating him like a sick child who didn’t understand shit about the world.

The grump couch felt annoyingly big, and the space annoyingly quiet, and the games felt so stupid without someone else sitting beside him, and the jokes felt so god damn pointless and repetitive, and the fucking radio host that kept going on about the fucking shitty ass tickets-


Suzys voice derailed his train of thought, and the soft humming of the car once again numbed his mind.

“Please. Just tell me what’s really bothering you.”

Though she was asking a question, he knew that she already knew the answer. An answer he didn’t want to provide.

He could feel her eyes rest on him as the car came to a hault, the interior of the car illuminated by the red light in front of them.

A small smile grazed his lips, and a soft sigh filled the cracks in the dense air.

“I’m fine, Suzy. Seriously. I’m just extra tired lately.”

He shrugged a little, forcing his body to relax. Again, her eyes laid heavily on him, and though there was silence, he knew what she wanted to say.

“I’m okay. I don’t miss him.”

He assured, though it was directed to no one in particular. The words simply lingered in the air.

The halo of light shifted from red to green, and he knew that even if the conversation was over for now, she wasn’t going to drop it any time soon.

His mind still wondered, the rest of the night. He still felt the way he had now for weeks, yet remained painfully unaware to why he was suddenly so irritated all the time.

Susie insisted he try and call Dan, but he refused, not wanting to bother him.

“He’s busy, Suz. He’s got spandex to wear and people to sing too. Besides, he’s around me all the time, I’m sure it’s nice to have some time off from this piece of pure sexiness.”

He motioned to his body, making both of them let out a lack luster chuckle.

“Maybe if you would just admit that you missed him, stopped being so stubborn, and called him, you would feel better.”

The room felt warm, all of a sudden. His fingers tapped a soft tune on the table, and the soft hissing of the fire on the stove accompanied by the quiet bubbling of the cream of mushroom replaced conversation.

“You can’t just always avoid your feelings, you know.”

She added, almost in attempt to just fill the space around them that suddenly felt so dead.

“I’m fine.” He muttered back, finger guiding the spoon around the bowl, filled to the brim with now luke warm soup, in front of him. He scrunched his nose. He wasn’t really even hungry. He hadn’t had an appetite lately.

“I swear to god you are so stubborn.”

Suzy shook her head.

“Just call him, Arin. Worst comes to worst, he doesn’t pick up and that’s that.”

Again, silence.

Two things were becoming painfully obvious; that’s Susie was right, and Arin was being an idiot.

Yet, no words left his lips.

He didn’t miss him. He didn’t. It was just a couple weeks, it wasn’t a big deal. Why was everyone making it such a fucking big deal?

“Arin, pleas-”

“I’m going to bed.”

He suddenly blurted, standing up, putting the dishes in the sink, and escaping the room in one swoop, leaving a frustrated Suzy alone in the kitchen.


The grump space was weird with nobody in it.

Barry had the day off, And Ross had gone out to get food, leaving Arin with the settled air and his thoughts.

It had been a few days since the late night discussion, and though her words laid heavy on his mind, he refused to think about them. If he didn’t think about it, it wasn’t a big deal.

Laying flat on his back in the middle of the floor, his eyes crawled across the patterns on the ceiling. He wasn’t sure why. Maybe because he was bored, or maybe trying to distract himself. Maybe a little bit of both.

Time goes by faster if you don’t realize it’s passing, right?

He tried to fill his mind with useless chatter.

There is so much dirt on the ceiling. How did it even fucking get there? Did we touch it? I mean I guess we’re tall enough but… I guess I should just clean it. Fuck, do people wash ceilings? Like is there some guy who cleans ceilings for a living? Do people get paid for that shit? I mean, fuck, I get paid to play video games and being angry so I don’t see why the hell not. Maybe I should clean it… would Ross think I’m weird? What if he walked in while I was doing it? What if Barry notices when he comes back in tomorrow? Do they even fucking look at the ceiling? Am I just the fucking weird ass guy who stares at the ceiling and talks to himsel-

A sudden ringing made Arins body lurch upward, contorting to the side slightly, and ultimately throwing him into a short coughing fit.


He choked, shaking his head as he finally sat up completely. He recomposed himself before reaching for his phone which had been strung across the room.

He scooted it towards himself, but suddenly froze at glance of the caller ID.

“Dan Avidan.”

He breathed out to himself, as if saying it made it A lesser truth

Why was he calling him? Was everything Okay? Was he dying? Dan even told him before he left he probably wouldn’t have a chance to call him but here he was calling him so why was he-


He spoke sheepishly into the receiver as he finally forced himself to push the  accept call button with a shaky finger.

“Hey there.”

Dans voice boomed through the speaker, and the tension melted away.

“How you been holding up, big cat?”

The older man questioned. Arin cleared his voice, laying back against the foot of the couch.

“Oh you know, it’s been aright here. Just getting work done, keeping busy, stuff like that. Barry and Ross have been annoying me in honor of you.”

He responded.

Though his nonchalance reaked of insecurity, Danny simply hummed assuringly into the receiver, chucking softly.

“I knew I could count on those two to keep you on your toes. But I know you’re working hard. You were always the more productive one anyway.”

Though Arin couldn’t see him, but he knew that he was smiling on the other end. That, in it’s own way, was comforting.

“You’re the pretty one, so I guess it balances out anyways.”

He joked back, voice quiet but genuine. Dan just laughed. God, he missed that laugh.

He felt calm, during their conversation. There was nothing said that was particularly important, nothing outrageously funny even though they giggled the night away.

They just talked, like they did when they were home. Dan went on with story after story, detail after detail about everything he had seen, and Arin made wise cracks at little wording mishaps, or just general silly details.

He apologized for talking so much about himself, and being so over the top, but seeing that Arin hadn’t done much of anything in the time he had been gone, he didn’t mind. Something about the way Dan told stories made you want to hear until the end, and he had always quietly admired that.

Besides, he could have listened to his voice all night.

“I’ve got to go pretty soon, baby bear.”

Dans voice was soft and apologetic as the late night began to weigh on both of their bodies. Arin took a breath in through his nose, nodding even though the other man had no way of seeing it.

“Do you wanna.. talk again soon? I-I know you’re super busy , and everything, so I get if you don’t want to but… I just really-”

Arins face was a bright red at this point. He wasn’t one to struggle to say something, or ask a question. He couldn’t recall a time he had tripped so badly over his own words. Not even the time that he had gotten up to do a speech in the third grade, said three words, and then burst into tears.

His mind rushed in a panic to recall  just what the fuck it was trying to say, but was interrupted by a soft chuckle before it had the chance to recover.


The voice was chillingly sweet and Arin couldn’t help but shift uncomfortably in his seat.

“I may be busy, but I always have time for you. I would love to talk to you again.”

There was a small and silent pause, though it was comfortable.



“Will… you sing for me? Before you go?”


Again, a few silent moments passed. Arin nervously drummed his fingers against the couches deteriorating cushion, the other arm wrapped firmly around his stomach and  his teeth running over his bottom lip aggressively.

He wondered what song he would sing. Maybe a classic 80s ballad. Maybe one of the new NSP songs, possibly even a more modern take on a love song.

He wasn’t left wondering for long, as Dans voice brought his focus back from his hazy subconscious.

“Who my favorite buddy?

It’s Arin.

Who’s always around to help when things get cruddy?

It’s Arin.”

He cooed softly.

Arin couldn’t help but laugh. Of course this son of a bitch would make something up on the spot. He was honestly more upset he didn’t think of that as an option. Or asked for it first.

Regardless, Dans voice was beautiful. He had always envied him, for that. Being so talented and so damn attractive at the same time. He often joked it was unfair, and sometimes actually felt a bit jealous of him.

But only sometimes. Most of the time, he just proudly announced that Danny Sexbang was his best friend, and yelled at everyone and anyone to ‘Suck it!’.

“Who the coolest guy on the block?

It’s Arin.

Who’s the guy with a big, giant… heart.”

Both of them burst into laughter before Dan could continue the little jingle. It felt good, to laugh. It felt like an eternity since he had, and he wanted so badly for this moment to last.

He felt good now. Less irritable. Less annoyed.

The alarm didn’t seem like it would be so loud, and he was sure the guy in traffic cutting him off was just having a really sucky day.

Eating lunch alone didn’t seem so bad, Barry and Ross just wanted the best for him, and he kind of just wanted to hug the radio host and thank him for his contribution to society and providing fuel for obnoxious singing on car rides.

Dramatic? Probably. But he didn’t really care.

“I love you, but I have to get moving. Brian’s screaming at me that they’ll ‘leave without me so help them god’ and I don’t think they’re kidding this time.”

His friends voice dripped with a sarcastic  humor, and Arin couldn’t help the comfortable smile that spread across his lips.

“Okay. I love you too, and I hope Brian doesn’t fillet you alive.”

He laughed softly. Dan retturned the gesture.

“Bye big cat.”

“Bye Dan.”

It that moment, he knew he had a few moments before Dan hung up. His mind moved at a thousands miles an hour as he could practically feel the older mans hand getting close to the red button that would end the call, and then god knows how long it would be until they talked again.

This throat felt dry and his hands shaky. The room was hot, so fucking hot, but goosebumps lined his skin nonetheless.


His voice rose an octave or two, coming off uncomfortably loud and strangely unlike how he usually spoke, but still his voice.

There was a soft rustling on the other side of the phone, and a small grunt.


His answer lingered in the air. Arin took in a breath, his free hand subconsciously moving to play with a rouge thread that poked out of seam of his pants.

Come on. Say it. Just fucking admit it before it’s too late you dumb bastard!

“I miss you.”

He finally muttered.

Soft breathing filled his ears, then a light laughter, and what he only assumed could be a shake of the head before Dan spoke again.

“I miss you too, Arin. I always do.”

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Preference: Spending the Summer Together

Harry Potter:

- Bringing him to your favourite places to go in summer, like the lake beside your home.

- Hanging out at the muggle mall 

- And trying on the most ridiculous clothing items

- “Show it to Neville, and he can imagine Snape in it!”

- “Oh pleaseeee, Harry, just use magic to make me feel less hot!” 
  “ No, (Y/n), you know I can’t.”
  “ Fine, try saying this tongue twister. While facing the air-con. Wingardium              leviosa.”
  “ Winga- (Y/n)!”

- Going to the Dursley’s just for entertainment

- “Bringing a filthy friend of yours, Harry?” 

- Then wiping your sweat all over Dudley and saying, “Oopsie, now you’re filthy, too.”

- Having a competition on who can drive the Dursleys insane first

- Might have some help from Hedwig. Dursleys hate Hedwig

- Bringing Hedwig on a picnic

- Even Hedwig ships you two

Ron Weasley:

- Spending the summer at the Weasleys, of course. 

- Mrs Weasley stuffing you with desserts. Pies, cakes, everything.

- “Hey, (Y/n), wanna do some shoppings?”
   “Ginny! She’s my girl friend! Not yours!”

- “ Ron, I think it’s haunted around here.”
   “ Why?”
   “ (Y/n), dear. This is a family of wizards.”
   “ Oh, wait. Yeah.”

- Playing harmless little pranks with the twins

- “(Y/n)! My socks are frogs!”
   “ What, oh, HAHAHAHAHA! Oh, Ronald, I did it because I love you.”

- Making Ron flower crowns

- Rides on the enchanted car late at night just around the house, so that no one will see you.

- Answering Mr Weasley’s questions about Muggles

- Family game nights

- “ What that chess always there? George! No cheating!”
   “ It’s Fred!”

Hermione Granger:

- Summer reading lists

- Staying up late at night reading under blankets

- Getting too hot and sweaty inside and immediately going for a swim

- Getting Hermione really into late night swims

- “(Y/n), I read that it’s really good to swim at night. It can -”
   “IT’S FUN!”

- “Hey, I just learnt this new hairstyle. Can I try it on you?”
   “Honey, you look. Stunning.”

- Cooking together

- Mainly making refreshing dished for summer

- Making a bucket list together

- Taking tons of polaroids 

- Turns out the polaroids are moving portraits polaroids

- Making her breakfast

- Failing completely

- Hermione making you a successful, delicious breakfast at last

- Hanging out with Crookshanks 

Draco Malfoy:

- Him getting you accessories, clothing, basically everything you wanted

- Or actually everything you so much as glanced at 

- “Draco, how did you I want these? They go so well with my summer dress!”
  “You looked at it the other day, so I got them.”
  “I can’t thank you enough for it!”
  “Just thank me by wearing those with your summer dress.”

- Dressing him up in your clothes because only you can do it 

- He always looks at you with a lovey-dovey smile which Ron calls ‘the Melt-foy face’

- Him calling Crabbe and Goyle, say, every two hours when you do something cute, or actually just normal things.

- Actual teenage girl that is Draco Malfoy

- “Oh my god, Goyle, (Y/n) made me wear her swim wear today. Adorable, isn’t she?”

- Getting him into Muggle movies

- His favourite movie is the Addams Family

- Getting him to wear bright colours clothes

- Getting drunk together

- Rocking out to Nirvana and having dance parties

George Weasley:

- Also spending the summer at the Weasleys

- Trying out so many sweets that you two got into a sweet coma

- And of course, Mario Cart

- “Aw, dang it, you can’t cheat with magic, can you?”
   “Haha, Weasley, you’re on your own.”

-  Wii-fit

- “Hey, (Y/n), wanna play tennis?”
  “Sure, but it’s raining.”
  “We’ve got Wee.”
  “What? Oh, its Wii.”

- Playing tennis in the rain anyway

- George wanting to cheat at tennis but accidentally set off some fireworks

- “I’ve been wanting to do that.”

- Eating pies that makes you make animal noises

- One of you sounding like an elephant and the other sounding like a duck for the rest of the day 

- Miraculously communicating and on one having any idea on what a duck quack means

Fred Weasley:

- Since he’s so dang tall, you get piggy back rides all the time

- He trips and you two fall into a body of water. Either a pool, a lake or a pond.

- “Fred, you created a pond in your living room.”
   “Mum’s gonna kill you!”
   “Shut up, Ron!”

- Purposely trying to confuse you on which one is George and which is Fred

- You can always being able to tell though

- Looking angelic in front of the Weasley parents and they adore you because they think you can ‘tame’ Fred

- Only the Weasley children know you’re not that ‘tamed’ yourself

- You’re a little trickster just like Fred

- It was actually your idea to levitate the house

- Also the time where all the chairs know how to talk

- Broom stick rides, of course

- Water balloon fights

- Getting him into the youtube world

- Pewdiepie is his favourite 

Neville Longbottom:

- Hiking together

- Picking fruits on the way. Berries, apples, all kinds of fruits

- You’re an expert in climbing trees and it always scares Neville because he’s afraid that you’ll slip and fall 

- He gives you bouquets of wild flowers all the time

- Eating tons of ice creams

- Staying up late conversations

- Counting stars at night to fall asleep

- You dyed your hair (Y/f/c) and change your hairstyle

- Neville loves your new hairstyle so much that he kept touching your hair. 

- Maybe when he puts an arm on your shoulder, he’ll play with it; He’ll twirl the ends of your hair on his finger when he’s not paying attention, etc

- Somedays he’ll be really shy around you and blush at anything you do, and somedays he’ll be really confident, depending on his mood

- Getting him into scuba diving 

- “Oh come on, Neville, it’ll be fun!”
   “There might be sharks, (Y/n).”

- “This is the most fun I’ve ever got! I should’ve done this earlier!” 

- Going to carnivals

- Loving the ferris wheel 

- He got you a large stuff toy from a booth

octaviainthewasteland  asked:


I finally got around to editing this thing.


He’d barely taken two steps forward when Pidge barrelled into him. Her arms squeezed him tightly as she buried her face in his chest, flyaway honey-brown hair all over the place, and time stood still for a heartbeat.

Her hair still smelled the same.

Then the moment was gone and he was swamped, swept off his feet and into Hunk’s big arms, tugged on and squeezed and ruffled and kissed by Shiro, Allura, Keith and Coran, and he felt tears sting his eyes and escape down his cheeks because they were finally, finally back together.

He’d missed them.

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High Tide | Chapter 4: Crazy Game of Poker

Title: High Tide, Chapter 4: Crazy Game Of Poker
Rating: 17+, Mature (Sexy times)
Word Count:  8,555
Author’s Note:
I was hesitant to write this chapter, not sure if I was able to present the scene so that you could all imagine it the way I want you too. I hope that it comes through the way I intended!

Would love to see your feedback/requests/constructive criticism. Hit me up lovely ladies. And without further ado….

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It was a hazy New England morning, thick mist shrouding the entire shoreline. The ocean, what little you could see of it, was a dark, dull steel color. A perpetual drizzle fell from the gray sky. Ed and I had spent most of the morning making love; slow, unhurried, just savoring every moment. It was quite intense, in the best possible way.

I had finally dragged my sorry butt out of bed, pulling on a pair of yoga pants and a sports bra. Ed was still snuggled up under the covers, naked, watching me put away baskets of laundry.

“When’s your birthday, Kenn?”

“Oh, you just missed it, I’m afraid. August 18th.”

“I see…that explains some things,” he said with a wink.

“Like?” I set a stack of jeans down on top of my dresser, crossing the room over to the bed.

“Well you’re a Leo, then, aren’t you? Confident, sexy Lioness….”

I smiled, cocking an eyebrow. “That’s right Teddy, and don’t you forget it.” I pounced on the bed, straddling him, holding myself up on all fours.

“To be fair… I do have this,” he said, pointing to the great lion on his chest. “Oh and this, too,” fluffing his hair up.

“I’d say you’re more of a lion cub, my dear,” I teased.

“I resent that, love. Are you staying in bed with me now?”

I kissed him on the forehead. “No, Cubby, it’s time for us BOTH to get up for the day.”

“I’ve already gotten it up today, more than once actually –”

“Cheeky!” I cried, climbing back out of the bed.

He laughed, threw back the covers and tugged on his faded sweats, sans boxers. “I’m going to head home, babe, I’ve got laundry of my own to do.”

“Okay, baby. I’ll be over at the shelter later today, by the way.” I set my little basket of clean socks on top of my dresser and started to pair them together.

Ed came up behind me, resting his head on my shoulder, his strong arms wrapping around me. “You have such a big heart, Kendra. I really love that about you.” He kissed the back of my neck. “I’m going to work on some music later, I think. Can I take you out to dinner tomorrow, though?”

I spun around, turning to face him. “Oh, shit - I totally forgot. I actually will be down in Portland for the night tomorrow, I’m going to see my favorite band, O.A.R.”

“They do ‘Hey Girl’, right?”

“Yes, that was probably their most mainstream single. Do you, like, want to come with me? I’ve only got one ticket but I could see if I could get another. They play a really fun show.”

“I would go anywhere with you, love, that was a silly question. I’m in.”

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“This -ice- cream is truly amazing! Here, here-here-here. Please, partake in mine!” 

Commissions for the babe, MiSoPoisonSoup. <3

[BTS] Reaction to getting ice cream with their crush

 This is really cute I couldn’t help it. Also feel free to request, I can’t keep running on my own ideas here I’m stupid - Ashes/

V: Taehyung treated you pretty much like any other girl. He did offer to pay though, but when he realized he didn’t bring his wallet, the smile on his face fell and he asked you sweetly if you could pay this time. You only giggled a little bit and payed the amount, which was only like ten dollars because it was just from the ice cream truck that ran by on occasion. When you two got back into the house, he made sure to find his wallet and pay you back, telling you that he still technically payed with a goofy rectangular smile. The rest of the day you two were sitting together at home playing video games.

“You can pay next time, but I can handle it right now.. Actually, I take that back..”

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Suga: He did not want to go at first. I mean, at all. But then you came into his room and asked him gently if he’d go with you to get the members and staff ice cream. Although he was tired from dancing to finish the new music video, he agreed at once. Behind you, Jungkook just stared because he wouldn’t even go with Hoseok and no suddenly he’s fine with going along with you. You two stopped at the small ice cream shop close by the to the set and bought about fifty simple vanilla ice creams for everyone. It was fun, surprisingly, and the two of you got to talk any play a lot during the trip. He actually had more fun than he originally intended to.

“Well, are you just going to stand there and stare or are we going to the ice cream shop?”

Originally posted by minsecretsoul

Jin: Mama Jin was happy to ask you for ice cream. After all, it was a really hot day, and you were wearing the most bored expression as you scrolled down your social medias while waiting for the other guys to get there. You were supposed to be an extra for the new music video, but no one had shown up yet. That look disintegrated the moment Seokjin stepped up to you, and you were very eager to go with him. By the time you came back, everyone else was complaining that you had taken forever to get there, and you just burst out with laughter, a domino effect doing the same thing to Jin.

“Well, perhaps its better to be fashionably late, at times.”

Originally posted by jjilljj

Jimin: You two didn’t even go out together, you got Taehyung to do it for you. Although you would’ve, Jimin complained that he wanted to stay and watch the movie, before adding that he wanted to talk with you as well so you should stay with him of course. Taehyung gently hit him on the shoulder but nevertheless complied, getting three ice creams for each of you. With Taehyung on one of your sides and Jimin on the other, you were quite content to stay there and eat ice cream while watching the comedy film Jimin had picked out. Everything was really fun, and  you ended up falling asleep on Jimin’s shoulder half way into the movie because you were more focused on chatting with them than the movie, so when they went silent, you grew sleepy and fell asleep.


Originally posted by jihope-less

Rap Monster: He was completely okay when you asked him to go with you to get ice cream, though that didn’t stop the little complaints that he wanted to practice speaking English with you, a fluent English speaker. You thought for a moment before telling him that you two could practice and hold up a conversation while you were out to get ice cream. That probably was what really won him over and he agreed, following you to the ice cream shop. The conversation went everywhere, from cats to the meaning of life. You would correct his English, and he’d try his best to learn new words from you. Over all, the ice cream probably wasn’t the best part of this experience, but it was definitely an enjoyable part.

“You should suggest this more often, it was fun.”

Originally posted by fyeahbangtaned

J Hope: You two had a one sided deal going on. You’d both go get ice cream, but whoever stopped dancing while getting there had to pay. You were both dancing in the middle of the streets and taking quick leaps in hopes you’d get there eventually. You did, but it was already dark, and the ice cream shop was just about to close. Luckily though, you got to get ice cream before the worker left. However, since neither of you really stopped the entire time, you had to split and you both ended up having to pay. That was a bit of a boring end, but you were giddy and laughing at just about everything.

“I’ll beat you next time!!.. Do you have any spare change?”

Originally posted by hob-e

Jungkook: He was a really good student, but when both of you were sickly to the point you couldn’t concentrate on work and you couldn’t attend in gym class, you knew there was something you had to do. Texting him in the only good class you had that let you rest your head down, you asked him if he would like to skip to get some ice cream with you. It was fourth hour, and he was more than ready to leave if you were. You two left during lunch without much difficulty. You were getting stares at some adults or children that saw the uniform you both wore, but you didn’t mind and just happily sat on the park bench with your ice cream in hand, talking about going up to a store and getting ice cream before going to cuddle or pass out at your house. Keeping in mind you were still just his crush, but you were both particularly sickly that day.

“We’re going to have to make it up tomorrow, you know that, right?”

Originally posted by mayfifolle

Namjoon Scenario: A Little Too Friendly.

Request: Hello! We all know how private or protective Namjoon is as a brother to his sister. Can you guys create a scenario where Namjoon gets over protective of his siter (which is you) when the members try to get to know you better because it is their first time meeting you? This probably sounds and looks different from the regularly scenarios but I hope you guys can make one! Please and Thank you^^

Genre: Fluff / Friendship. 

-So… is this like a big deal where we have to dress well and everything?- Jungkook asked Jin, Yoongi and Jimin who were on the kitchen. Yoongi was drinking coffee as he checked instagram while the other two were making something on the stove.

Jin turned around to answer Jungkook. -Well you cannot be like you are right now-

Jungkook looked down, he was only wearing a sleeveless shirt and boxers. -I guess you are right-

-We have to dress nicely Jungkookie, I mean, when was the last time a girl came to our dorm?-

-Yeah I get it, I will dress properly- he answered.

-At last we are meeting Namjoon’s sister- Jin commented sitting down on the table. -He rarely speaks about her and has always refused to bring her here-

Yoongi sighed. -Maybe because he thinks we are going to do something?-

Jimin who was left stirring the stew, gasped. -Do something? We are decent people-

Yoongi snorted now turning to look at Jimin who was in just his boxers. -Pretty decent I see- he said that but he was too in just boxers.

-Nothing a shower can’t fix- Jimin muttered.

-Where’s Namjoon hyung anyway?- Jungkook asked pouring himself a glass of water.

-He went to look for Y/N, they should be here in two hours or so-

At that moment the sound of the door opening was heard and the four boys exchanged panicking looks, they heard steps coming and the two boys sitting jumped, they couldn’t go to the rooms without being seen, so they just stood there frozen, Jimin and Yoongi with kitchen towels on their chests.

-What are you doing?- Hoseok eyed them suspiciously, Taehyung by his side bearing a confused expression.

Yoongi threw the towel on the table and the other three breathed out loudly, relived. -God don’t do that- Jin said with a hand on his chest.

-It’s just you- Jimin exhaled going back to the stew.

-What do you mean it’s just us?- Taehyung asked putting the beverages they had bought in the fridge.

-We thought you were Namjoon and Y/N- Jungkook explained. -We are not…presentable-

Hoseok who had already bathed and had a nice outfit looked at them, judging. -Yes, you are not-

At that moment Taehyung’s phone beeped, he had received a text and in other circumstances nobody would have payed much attention to it but right now everyone was alert, thinking Namjoon would walk through the door with his little sister and then she would see them like undressed hobos.

-Who is it?- Jimin asked.

Taehyung widened his eyes. -Namjoon hyung is coming-
-What?- Jin slammed his hand on the table startling Jungkook. -But he said he’d come in two hours-

-I don’t know, but he’s coming-

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