i have a happy birthday thing in my blog



Thank you Buck, but I can get by on my own. The thing is …                                            you don’t have to. 

Happiest of 20th birthdays to @daisyridlay


Geez, what a difference a year makes! Especially if you’re drawing the same character nearly every day.

I still remember the first time I drew him and being so jazzed and proud about how he was designed, and thinking about how he took way too long to draw, haha. Luckily I’ve gotten faster at it, or else updates would take even longer than they do now :P

Happy Birthday, Fatal_Error :’)

And thanks to everyone for being here to celebrate it <3 I’ve got a little surprise planned, but it’d take a miracle to have it done before the end of today. I’ll do my best though ;)

And if you’re curious, the first image was a part of this, and the second image was from here!

I’m not properly back from my hiatus. I’m just checking in to post something for no one other but @nightofthefury-3d. :)

Happy belated Birthday, Mr Fury! c: You’re such an amazing person, and there is no way I deserve all the things you offered me <3 ( (sorry my gift is so sketchy <3)

Heyyy, many of the blogs I follow have become inactive or changed theme altogether, so I’m desperate for some new blogs to lighten up my dash!

• Team free will
• Cockles
• Women of spn
• Destiel
• Positivity
• J2M

Please reblog if you post any of the things listed, and I will check out your blog! You don’t have to follow me, although it would make me happy cause I’d like to reach 6.5k before my birthday next week 🌸

Since August is my birth month I wanted to have a month long celebration on my blog!!!!!!!!!! Week 1 is the slumber party! In lieu of my theme Im doing a 90’s - 00’s movie marathon of au’s! (Also happy early birthday to my fellow leos!!)

• A Cinderella Story au + Min Yoongi
• She’s The Man au + Jungkook
• Aquamarine au + Taehyung
• Bring it On au + Jimin
• Just My Luck au + Namjoon
• It’s a Boy Girl Thing au + Hoseok
• Never Been Kissed au + Seokjin

Because I’m going to be doing this you can also take this as my official hiatus for Dépaysement :O I really want to focus my time/energy on writing all these out!! Love you guys

Now or Never

Now or Never


word count: 2.5k+

summary: Bucky x reader College AU. You and Bucky have been dating for a while, but things aren’t going so great. You love Bucky and want to make the relationship work, but does he?

warnings: light angst, fluff

a/n: This is my entry for @jurassicbarnes writing challenge! Happy Blog-Birthday💕 Based on the song Now or Never by Halsey. Btw this is my first fic ever! Also english isn’t my mother tongue, sorry for (m)any typos! Also, why am I doing this to myself?
“I love you.”, you say, exhaling softly and closing your eyes. You wait to hear if he says it back. He doesn’t.

Long after you have fallen asleep Bucky wraps his arm around your waist and pulls you close. “I love you, too.”, he whispers. But you can’t hear him.

Two days later:

You’re in your apartment, which you share with your best friend Natasha, working on your assignment. Or that’s what you should be doing. But really you are just waiting for Bucky to call you back. Which he hasn’t so far. You are used to it though. An hour truly isn’t much. For his standards that is.

It’s been two days since you have last seen Bucky and you made plans two have dinner tonight.

After another hour it happens. Your phone finally rings. As you hear the beginning tunes of ‘Viva la Vida’ your head immediatly perks up and a smile makes it’s way onto your lips. Nat sighs and shoots you a pityful glance.

But when you look down at your cell, it’s not Bucky calling. It’s Steve, his best friend.

You already know what is coming. Bucky has done this a thousand times, using Steve to cancel his plans with you. You really don’t know why Steve still puts up with this. But then  again, so do you.

“Heey Steve.” You pick up the phone, your mood audible in your voice. On the other end you hear Steve sigh.

“I am sorry, Y/N. I really am.”, he says.

“You don’t need to be.” You swallow hard. You meant it. It’s not Steve’s fault.

“It’s just-”, Steve starts to explain, but you cut him off. “No need to make up excuses. I get it.”

“I don’t think you do.” You laugh. Now it is your fault, or what?

“Look, today is not a good day for Bucky.”

“And he can’t tell me that himself?”, you snap.

“Like I said, not a good day.”, Steve explains.
“I GET IT.”, you yell. You immediatly feel sorry for screaming at Steve like that. He definitely did not deserve it.

“Sorry.” You take a deep breath. “Just…, tell Bucky…” You swallow. “Tell him it’s fine. And-” Hesitantly you finish. “Tell him I am here if he needs me.”

“I will.”
“Bucky, you need to stop avoiding Y/N. She doesn’t deserve it.”, Steve says, his eyes piercing through Bucky.

“I am not avoiding her.”, Bucky growels, his stare just as intense as Steve’s.

Steve snorts. “You’re not? Then why did I just call your girlfriend to tell her that you don’t have time for her?”

Sighing Bucky breaks his stare. “You know it’s not like that.”

Steve gets up from to couch to grab another beer from the fridge. “I know that, but does she?” He opens the fridge door, to realize that there is no beer left. Using slightly too much force he shuts the door and turns around to face Bucky again, leaning against the fridge. “You cannot keep pulling shit like this and expect her to stay.”

Bucky inhales deeply. “I am not sure I want her to stay.”
“You should break up with him.”, Nat says, as soon as you end the call.

“What?!” You just stare at her. She can’t honestly mean that. She knows how you feel about Bucky and how much he means to you.

“I know you love him, but you need to brace yourself for the possibility that he doesn’t feel the same way about you anymore.” She carefully meets your gaze.

But you are not ready for this. So you go back to working on your assignment that you couldn’t care about less.
What Natasha said doesn’t leave your thoughts the rest of the day. Even now, lying in your bed that’s awfully empty without Bucky there.

For a while you just stare at the white ceiling.

Maybe he doesn’t feel the same way about you anymore. You close your eyes, but you can’t stop the tears from falling. A sob escapes from your lips. You quickly cover your mouth with one hand, not wanting Nat to hear you cry.

You really don’t want her to be right, but can’t stop yourself from think ‘what if she is?’.
Were two years all you would get with Bucky?
There was a time where you actually thought he was the one. And you still do.

But being with someone does not fully commit to you, hell, who does not even make time to see you, is not the way to live.

How foolish of you to think that you could have it all. An apartment close to your dream college with your best friend, the perfect guy and a great relationship with him.

And Bucky was the perfect guy.
Handsome with gorgeos blue eyes that you could stare at for hours, if he would actually spend time with you. The right amount smart and funny, you could joke with him just as well as you could have a serious conversation. If he would actually talk to you. He was just… a little damaged. Which was probably why he was ignoring you right now.

It wouldn’t be fair for you to leave him now, just because he was going through a hard time. After all he had been there for you. And that’s what you want. You want to be there for him. But he doesn’t let you.
All of a sudden you are pulled out of sleep, your face and pillow drenched in water.

Confused you look around for the reason you awoke and find Nat standing next to your bed with an empty glass in her hand. She freaking poured cold water on you.

Nat smiles apologetically and shrugs.
“Get your ass out of bed. Now. We’re late.”
And with that she leaves.

Groaning you hoist yourself out of bed.
You roll your head to stretch your neck and lightly massage your shoulders.

You hadn’t slept well and now your whole body ached. ‘Good.’, you think. At least now your body matches your soul.

You don’t want to go to class today. You don’t feel well. ‘Not a good day.’, you think and laugh at yourself. But opposed to Bucky you really want to talk to him or just be close to him.
A light sob comes out. You take a deep breath. No time to cry.
After a quick shower and a cup of coffee you already feel a little better. Well enough to tackle a day of college.

You still needed to speak to Professor Coulson about that assignment. Since you hadn’t gotten anything done yesterday, you doubt it would be finished by tomorrow. But maybe you could convince him to give you more time.

When you arrive you and Nat part ways and head to your lectures. You round the corner and find yourself face to face with non other than Bucky Barnes.

Though you had been wanting to see him for the past few days, now that you are standing in front of him you don’t know what to say.

You immediatly start to blush and turn around. You shouldn’t be embarassed. But you are. So you start walking back only to realize that you are late and you have to get to class. Even if that means having to face Bucky.

Apruptly you halt your steps. Inhaling deeply you gather the courage to turn around.

He is still there. Just standing there, staring at you. Why doesn’t he say something.
He just looks at you with those blue eyes, the pain and sorrow visible in his gaze.

He does not look well.  His skin pale as ever, dark blue bags under his truly beautiful eyes. Neither one of you moves. You want to. You want to run away. Turn around and never look back. You want to run into his arms. Wrap your arms around him and never let go.

“Aghm.” A cough pulls you out of your mind.

You both break your stare to find Steve, who just emmerged from the men’s bathroom, leaning awkwardly against the door, looking like wants to be anywhere but here.

“Sorry to interrupt your staring contest, but we are all late to Professor Coulson’s class.”
The short walk to the lecture hall was… uncomfortable, to say the least. Neither of you says a word. You wouldn’t know what to say or talk about anyway.

Now you are sitting in the second row, gaze fixed on Bucky’s brown hair in front of you.  You can’t help but wonder if it is still as soft as always. You find yourself reaching out to touch it and quickly pull back your hand.

First you are late and now you cannot concentrate on what the Professor is saying. Great way to show Coulson you deserve more time.

“Now remember that essay we talked about is due ‘til tomorrow.” With that Professor Coulson dismisses the class.

You throw your notebook and pen into your bag, straighten out your skirt and make your way to the front.

“Y/N.” You hadn’t heard his voice in too long.

But you continue walking until you reach Professor Coulson’s desk.

“I wanted to- ahm- ask if- ahm- it would be possible to… maybe possibly hand in the essay the day after tomorrow?”, you stuttered, hands sweaty. Great, you couldn’t even form a coherent sentence.

“Are alright, Y/N?” Brows furrowed your professor watches you intently.

“It’s fine.” You brush a stray hair strand out of your face, twirling it as you do so. “I mean I am fine.” You swallow, masking up a smile that is so obviously fake you don’t even know why you tried. Dropping the smile, you knead your hands together, slightly cracking your knuckles.

“You have until Wednesday.”, Professor Coulon says, a small smile on his lips. “I hope you get better.” Leaning forward slightly he whispers: “I think James is waiting for you.”

You look over your shoulder and see Bucky, James,  leaning casually against the front row table, hands in the pockets of his jeans, gaze focused on the floor as if he was looking for for something. Right in that moment he looks up and his gaze meets yours. His lips curve up just the tiniest bit.

“Thank you, Professor.”, you say, before turning fully.

You start to walk towards Bucky, aware of every single stept you make. It feels like you have forgotten how to walk properly.

Bucky’s gaze never leaves you and that is part of the problem. The 5m from Coulson’s desk to the front row feel like 5km.

Too soon you reach Bucky and look up at him, now standing in his full height, hands leaving his pockets to hang awkwardly at his side.

His right hand slowly begins to lift and you lift yours to meet his in a very odd handshake.

“I was going for a hug, but I guess this is fine as well.”, he mumbles, gaze dropping to the floor again.

A nervous giggle escapes your lips. You let go of his hand, which you hadn’t noticed you were still holding, and wrap your arms around his waist, before you can think twice about it.

It feels so familiar. And good. It feels so good.

You rest your head on Bucky’s chest. You can hear his heart beating. Fast and hard.

He puts one hand on the back of your head, the other on the small of your back and pulls you impossibly closer.

“I missed you.”, he whispers, mouth grazing your ear.

Don’t you dare say something. Don’t you dare ruin this moment. But then you have never been the type to keep your mouth shut.

“You don’t have to.” You say quietly, head still pressed against his chest. “I am here. And will always be.”

Carefully you look up at his face, not sure if you whether you want to see his reaction.

His teeth are clenched together, lips pressed into a fine line, jawline more visible than usual.

When he sees that you are looking at him, his lips form into a tight lipped smile. “I know baby, I know.” He presses his lips to your forehead in a soft kiss.

You move your hands from his waist to the sides of his face and raise to the tips of your toes to place a kiss on Bucky’s lips.

All of a sudden you hear the door shut.
“Oh, you are still here.”, Coulson says, scratching his head. “Sorry to interrupt, but the next class starts in 5 minutes.” He walks over to his desk and sets his bag and a fresh, still steaming cup of coffee on it. “You might want to go somewhere… more private.”

Startled the two of you break apart. Keeping your head down you rush out of the room, mumbling “Sorry.” as you do. Bucky is right behind you, following your every step.
“Soo…” You come to a stop in front of a bank on campus. You sit down and pat the spot next to you, motioning Bucky to sit down, too. “Are we gonna talk about what happened?”

“What do you mean?”

You laugh. “Oh come on!” You stare at him, probably not looking as scary or threatening as you think.

“Don’t pretend you haven’t been avoiding me for the past two days!” Your voice comes out louder than intended. You cover your face with your hands, elbows resting on your knees. “I know you are going through a hard time, but… you could have at least texted.” The last part sounds more like a sob than anything else. At this point you are trying very hard to hold back the tears.

Bucky tears your hands away from your face. He grips your cheeks, forcing you to look at him. “I- I shouldn’t have done that.” He lets go of your face and looks down at his shoes.

Not being able to stop yourself, you brush his hair away from his face and behind his ear.

“It’s fine.” You try to reassure him. And maybe yourself. “Really, it’s fine. I am used to it.” At that you just have to laugh. You are actually used to your boyfriend ignoring you.

Said boyfriend’s head snaps in your direction. Wiggling closer, he puts his hand your thigh.

“You shouldn’t be. I shouldn’t-” He looks down at his hand that’s now drawing small circles. “I shouldn’t treat you like this.” His gaze wanders before settling down on yours.

“I am finally in my right mind. I love you, Y/N, and I need you. I have to stop pushing you away.” He runs a hand through his hair. “I was just so afraid. Still kinda am. It’s been so long since I- since I felt this way for someone.” He smiles. Not a small or tight lipped smile, but a genuine one.

A tear falls from your left eye. And that’s enough to break the damm. All the tears you had been holding back stream down your face and soon you’re leaning against Bucky’s shoulder, sobbing uncontrolably.

“Why are you crying?”, he asks, rubbing your shoulder soothingly. “I just told you I love you.” You can basically hear the giant smile on his face.

As Steve opens the front door to his and Bucky’s apartment he can already hear you giggling. Smiling he steps inside.

You are lying on the couch, head in Bucky’s lap, his hands gently stroking your hair.

“What are you watching?”, Steve asks as he examines the TV.

“Captain America.”, Bucky says, not looking up.

Giggling you point at the TV. “He looks so much like you, Steve!”

a/n: Can u tell I never learned where to put commas. All any of my english teachers ever said was: u don’t have to put as many commas as in German ‘cause there are literally like 10000 comma rules in German. Also I hope someone actually reads this hahaha if you read this pls let me know what you think kay?

As you get older, three things happen. The first is your memory goes. The two other things I can’t remember.
—  Viktor Nikiforov to Yuri Plisetsky on his birthday
help my family get a working a.c

this summer has been pretty bad. i thought my hamster had a disorder that made him intensely aggressive and in pain all the time, (turns out the vet misdiagnosed him). my school laptop (which i earned by winning an 8th grade coding contest in my state) broke down and i had to find $200 to get myself a new one before school started. and to end it off, something terrible is about to happen.

our ac broke for about a week this summer (which was hell for everyone; even my hammy) and after getting it inspected and fixing it (for nearly $300), two separate companies and one free lancer company told us we need to replace our entire hvac unit soon… which would cost AT LEAST $6,000.

they all said it could shut down any second and most likely won’t last till winter. i talked to other sources to see if this was a scam; it was not. if my family is stuck in the winter with no ac, we’re doomed. while my brother, my hamster, and i can stay at my dads house temporarily (which is NOT ideal in any way), my mom has nowhere to go. 

i’m trying to save money by not spending a dime on anything other than food and clothing. (and before anyone asks, i pick my brother up from school every day and with all my school work. i don’t have time for a job.)

this is where i need your help. i know i won’t be able to get all $6,000 for my mom, but my goal is to help her as much as i can. i’ll be linking my paypal (which will all go to my moms credit card and help us save up for the replacement) and my wishlist (50% of the things on it are gifts for my friends so i don’t have to spend money for any holidays or birthdays until we get enough money to replace the ac. but honestly… there are some personal wants on there too)

here is the link to my paypal and wishlist

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have a nice day and don’t forgot to reblog this post! <3

As Aunt Tanya's birthday comes to a close...

And Aunt Tanya and Uncle Mark’s anniversary begins, I kind of have an announcement.
So before I get into this I would just like to say that I am so thankful that all of you love Aunt Tanya and her family so much. What started out as an inside joke has become such a huge part of my life. This blog has been a constant everyday project since day one, and I’ve loved every moment.
And don’t worry, I am not deleting the blog and never coming back to it. But tomorrow morning I’m leaving to study abroad in Seoul for the next year. This is an incredible opportunity for me, because it will help further my international relations degree and bring me one step closer to my dream of working for an organization to help North Korean refugees.
But despite all the good, the busyness of my life is going to become extremely overwhelming and it might make it very hard to post on this blog and Chad’s twitter, which will be really affected by the 15 hour time difference. I’m not necessarily going on hiatus, per say, but my posting and interaction with this blog might decline. I’m really sorry about that. I know that this is as much therapy for some of you as it is for me. From the beginning, I’ve just wanted to make all of your days just a little brighter, and I hope that I’ve achieved that.
And who knows? Maybe I’ll still post the same amount and there’s no reason to inform all of you of any of this, but in any case, I just wanted to assure you that right now, no matter what, Aunt Tanya lives.
So thank you all for being here for her and for me. You have all earned the honor of being Aunt Tanya’s nieces and nephews.
Also, if you’re interested in following the wild journey of me trying not to die in a foreign country, I’m going to be posting a lot of things on my Instagram, sweetpotatoseoul, and of course my personal blog @nottanya.
And happy goddamn birthday Aunt Tanya, my queen, and GD, also kind of my queen.


Happy Birthday

Request:  Hi!! I’m in love with your blog, I just found it and it’s amazing :) The stress reliever Jimin smut was sooo good and Jimin is my ultimate bias so I need more!! Can I request a Jimin smut where he offers to give the reader a full body massage as a birthday present and things get a little heated *wink wink* Thanks you’re amazing <3

Ahhhhh!!!! Thank you so much!! You have no idea what that means to me! I’m so glad you like my blog! The Stress Reliever Jimin smut is pretty popular. I’m glad you liked it and I hope you like this one just as much. I had a lot of fun writing it (Hence the length of it) and I hope you enjoy reading it! Sorry it took so long! 😬

Pairing: Park Jimin X Reader

Word Count: 3,386

Genre: Smut

Happy birthday, baby girl!!!

♡ , JIMIN 

Was scrawled out sloppily in Korean on a small card you found in a colorful bouquet of flowers that were placed in front of two helium balloons saying ‘happy birthday’ as well. A huge smile spread across your tired face as you read it.

Jimin always outdid himself when it came to special occasions like birthdays and anniversaries. Even when the two of you were weren’t together, he always had little surprises planned throughout the day for you.

“Jimin,” you whispered to yourself, shaking your head. Sadly, he had schedules most of the day, leaving you alone on your birthday. You understood and fully supported his career, but you couldn’t help being a little sad your mochi wouldn’t be with you for the day. Suddenly, your phone buzzed on the counter, turning your frown upside down.

'Happy birthday, my beautiful princess! I hope you like your gifts!’

'I love it, Chim! Thank you so much!’

You smiled as you typed the message, hitting send. You took in a deep breath, looking around your apartment for clues of other surprises he had planned when your phone went off again.

'You think I would hide your presents in the apartment? What kind of fool do you take me for?’


You giggled as you feigned innocence.

'I know you better than you think, baby. Enjoy your day without me. I’ll be home as soon as possible.’

You held your phone to your chest, swooning at how adorable your boyfriend was as you wandered back into your bedroom. You dropped yourself onto your king sized bed, pulling the expensive duvet up to your chin to take a nap even though you just got up, but it was your day.

About an hour later, you were awoken by an impatient Jimin. He gently slid his hand up your side, kissing your cheek. “Jagi… Jagiya!” He whispered, his lips brushing against your ear. A smile tugged on your lips as you woke up, but kept your eyes closed. “Oh come on, Jagi! I know you’re awake!” He giggled, rolling you onto your back. “I saw you smile!”

“I’m dreaming!” You smiled, keeping your eyes closed. You heard him laugh, his hand settling on your tummy.

“Oh yeah? What about?” He asked, curiosity in his voice. You cracked an eye open, looking over at him. He had his head propped up on his hand as his elbow was pressed into your memory foam mattress.

“Mmm” You hummed, closing your eye again. You heard him laughing at you as his hand on your stomach moved up in down. “I don’t know.” You smiled, sliding your hands around him under his jacket. You admired his handsome features before pulling back to look at his outfit. “Chim, what are you wearing?” You asked, noticing he was wearing a suit.

“It’s my girl’s birthday.” He whispered, brushing your hair back. “Can’t I look nice for her?” He asked, leaning closer. Your breath hitched as a smile developed on your face. You were about to close your eyes for a kiss when he quickly pulled away. You whined as he giggled, straightening his tie when he stood up.

“Jimiiiiin.” You whined loudly with a loud huff and thrashing a bit on your bed. He laughed, shaking his head at your little tantrum.

“Baby, calm down. Come here.” He smiled, leaning his knees on the end of your bed and holding his arms out. You faked a pout, crawling over to him.

You sat criss cross applesauce in front of him, crossing your arms. He sighed, tilting your chin up as he leaned down, kissing your lips. You smiled, your eyes still closed as he pulled away. “You’re such a baby.” He laughed, kissing your nose. “But you’re my baby. Get dressed, sweetheart!” He exclaimed, picking you up and placing you on the ground. You took in a deep breath, biting your lip as you examined the artwork before you that was your boyfriend of over two years.

“Park Jimin…” you trailed off, thinking. “What have you planned for me this time?” You asked, a rhetorical question, knowing he wouldn’t answer. He simply shrugged, biting his lip at the way you were looking at him.

“Keep looking at me like that and the only plans you’ll be looking at involve that bed of yours.” He winked. You popped your eyebrows, making an 'O’ shape with your lips. “Go get ready, princess.” He laughed, turning you toward the bathroom connected to your room and smacking your ass. You jumped before scurrying into the room, looking at yourself in the mirror.

You leaned your butt on the sink, pulling out your phone. You had a few birthday texts to return and you decided now was the best time to do it before Jimin stole all your attention for the remaining hours of the day.

Kookie: 'Happy Birthday!!!!!! I hope Jiminie hyung treats you well!’

TaeTae: 'Happy Birthday, Y/n! I miss you! I’ll give you your present later.’

Mom: 'Happy Birthday, sweetie! I miss you!’

Yoongi: 'Happy Birthday’

Jin: 'Happy Birthday, Y/n! I’ll make you food later!’

Joon: 'Y/n! You’re getting so old! Happy Birthday!’

Hobi: 'HAPPY BIRTHDAY, Y/N!!!!!!!!!!!!’

You smiled, saying your thank yous to everyone before putting your phone down. It was now 2:00 and you had no idea what his time schedule was for the day. “Chim, what should I wear?” You called, taking your curling iron out from its drawer. You plugged it in, looking at Jimin as he made his way over to the doorway. He grabbed the door handle and pulled it shut, revealing a beautiful burgundy dress hanging on the back of the door. You gasped, taking the fabric in your hands.

“Happy Birthday!” He exclaimed. You were so excited, you put it on, admiring the dress in your full length mirror. It hugged your chest perfectly with a modest neckline as the skirt popped out a little at your waist. You turned to your side then the other side, admiring how it complimented your body perfectly.

“I love it, Jimin!” You exclaimed, opening the door and jumping into his arms. He laughed, spinning you around.

“It looks amazing on you. You’re so beautiful.” He smiled, kissing your forehead.

“Ah! I need to do my make up!” You yelled, startling him as you ran back into the bathroom.

20 minutes later, you exited the bathroom with perfect hair and makeup. You were confident that you were ready for any situation he was going to throw at you. You did a twirl for him, showing off your whole look. “So? What do you think?” You asked, holding the skirt of your dress out. He smiled, moving closer to you and resting his hands on your hips.

“You’re stunning, Jagiya. Even without makeup.” He complimented, making you smile even bigger.

“Oh stop it.” You giggled, leaning up on your tiptoes to kiss him. “Where are we going?” You asked, tilting your head to the side. He just smiled in response as you put on your favorite black heels. “Where are we going?” You asked again. He laughed a little before taking your hand and leading you out of your apartment. “Jimin!” You whined as he pulled you behind him.

“Close your eyes, babe.” He said softly as he stopped, turning around to face you. You pouted, but did as you were told, closing your eyes.

He slipped his arm around your back, pulling you closer as you walked down the hallways of your apartment building a little more. Finally you came to a stop and heard a door open. You were confused, considering the exit to your building was in the opposite direction, but kept your eyes closed anyway. “Hold on, baby.” You heard him say as he stopped you and picked you up.

“Jimin!” You exclaimed, more shocked than anything. He chuckled as he carried you up the stairs bridal style, confusing you further. He smelled good, as always, and his breath fanning against your face comforted you. That’s when he put you down. You heard another door open and a warm breeze blew your dress slightly.

“Open them.” He said, excitement clear in his voice. You smiled as you opened your eyes, seeing twinkle lights set up around your friends as well as presents.

“Oh my….” You started, covering your mouth as you felt tears sting your eyes. “Chim…” You turned around, seeing him smiling at you.

“Happy birthday, princess.” He said simply as you hugged him tightly. You turned around seeing all of your friends watching you.

“Y/n!! Happy birthday!” Taehyung exclaimed, hugging you. You smiled, thanking him as you hugged him back.

The rest of the party had you smiling so much, your cheeks hurt. You had never been so genuinely happy in such a long time. Everyone was so happy to see you and wished you a happy birthday, handing you present after present. Jimin really outdid himself. You felt spoiled as he and the rest of BTS helped you carry your presents downstairs to your apartment after everyone else left, declaring the party over.

“Thank you so much, guys.” You smiled as the last of your things were brought down from the roof. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

“We’re glad to help, Y/n.” Namjoon smiled, hugging you. “We should go though. Happy birthday.” He said one last time as he pulled away.

“Thank you.”

“Yeah, happy birthday, Y/n. I hope you like that ipod.” Jungkook smiled, pulling you in for a hug. You giggled.

“Yes, I do. Thank you, Kookie.” You replied. Next was Jin, giving you a hug and a kiss on the cheek as he wished you a happy birthday again. Then Yoongi giving you a tired smile as well as a weak hug. You laughed at the tired idol as he turned to go stand by the door. Hobi gave you that sunshine smile before hugging you tightly.

“Happy birthday, Y/n.” He exclaimed happily. Last was your’s and Jimin’s best friend, Taehyung. He smiled that box grin of his as you glared at him.

“Taehyung.” You groaned looking at the Gucci box in his hands. He handed it to you as you gave him a nervous look.

“Open it!”

You cracked it open, seeing a black and rose gold Gucci Diamantissima watch. It was simple and elegant, making you fall in love immediately.

“Tae, I can’t accept this.” You said softly, looking up at him. He smiled, knowing you loved it.

“Of course you can! It’s Gucci!” He exclaimed. You sighed, knowing he wouldn’t accept no for an answer.

“Thank you. So much.” You smiled, hugging him. He hugged you back, giggling softly in your ear.

“Put it on! I’ve been dying to take it out of the box since I bought it!” He almost yelled, too excited for his own good.

“Okay, okay!” You laughed, taking the watch out of the designer box. You handed it him, letting him buckle it on around your wrist. It looked magnificent. “Thank you, Tae. So much.” You smiled, admiring your new accessory.

“I’m glad you like it. Happy Birthday, Y/n.” He smiled,  joining the rest of the guys by the door.

“Happy birthday!” They all yelled with a few waves as they walked out the door. You smiled, waving back until Jimin shut the door behind them. You sighed happily as he walked back over to you.

“Thank you so much, Jimin.” You smiled as he admired your present from Taehyung.

“Anything for you, my love.” He whispered, looking up to your eyes as he pulled your hand to his lips, pressing a kiss to the back of it. He smiled sweetly, leading you back to your room. Once you walked through the doorway, he let go of your hand and shrugged his jacket off, throwing it on the bed. Next, he pulled on his tie, squeezing his eyes shut and showing off all of his teeth and making your laugh. Once he got the top button of his shirt undone, he sighed in relief.

You giggled as you leaned against the frame of the door, watching him. He sat on the edge of the bed, staring at you. “Want a massage, sweet heart?” He asked, eyes studying you. Your face lit up.

“Really?” You asked, excited. He nodded, standing up.

“Come here.”

You rushed over to him maybe a little too fast as he laughed at how eager you were. He shook his head, pulling the dress over your head. “Go lay down, baby.” He said, gesturing toward the bed as he went into the bathroom.

You kicked off your heels before crawling onto the bed in your bra and underwear, laying on your tummy and resting your head on your folded arms. When Jimin came back into the room, he had a bottle of massage oil in his hand. He smiled saying something about how cute you were and handing you a pillow to rest your head on. You felt him straddling your hips and then his chilly hands on your back, unhooking your bra.

“Ah, Chim! Your hands are freezing!” You squealed, making him giggle. “Did you put your hands in ice when you were in the bathroom?” He continued laughing until you felt his forehead resting on your shoulder.

“Shhh. No complaining!” He laughed, sitting up. You heard him open the bottle of oil, squeezing it in his hand. “They’ll warm up on your body.” He said, spreading the oil over your back. You jerked your shoulders at his cold hands on your skin again.

“Oppaaa.” You whined, making him giggle.

“I’m sorry, Jagi.” He whispered, kissing your back. You smiled at the sweet gesture, feeling his hands start massaging your back. You hummed, closing your eyes at the feeling. “You like that?” He asked, smirk plastered on his face. You didn’t even have to see him to know that’s exactly what he was doing.

A soft moan escaped your lips, making him chuckle. “Maybe you like that a little too much.” You shook your head when he stopped massaging you.

“No, don’t stop.” You whined.

“I think I’d rather be between your legs hearing you say that.” He said deeply, leaning down and kissing your neck.

“Aww you’re done already?” You asked.

“Oh, you won’t be saying that.” He smiled, flipping you over underneath him. You laughed, looking up at him and resting your hands on his biceps. His eyes were dark and full of lust as he trailed a finger over your chest, leaving a trail of oil. Your breathing sped up as he continued to excite you, licking the oil off of you before crashing his lips onto yours.

His tongue smoothly slipped into your mouth, tasting like strawberries. He pulled back, wiping some oil off his lip with his thumb, looking hot as hell. You quickly moved to undo the buttons on his shirt as he undid his belt and pants in a hurry. Soon enough, his clothes were gone and he was between your legs, hovering over you. The both of you were in nothing but your underwear, having tossed your bra as soon as you sat up to push his shirt off his shoulders.

“You’re so hot.” He whispered, kissing you. You couldn’t help but smile every time he gave you a compliment, which was often. He pulled away, kissing a trail from your lips to your hips. He pulled your black and pink lace panties down your legs until they found their way to the floor. You felt him bite your thigh gently before kissing it. You bit your lip, watching his hair as he sucked on the sensitive skin of your thigh.

After he left a few hickies on both of your legs, he looked up at you, winking before wasting no time and licking a long slow stripe between your legs. You moaned, your back arching at the wonderful feeling. You felt him smirk before continuing to eat you out like his life depended on it. Your legs started shaking as he continued to work his tongue around your clit. “Fuck, Jimin.” You moaned, pulling on his hair as he made you cum in his mouth. He quickly licked up your mess, watching your eyes drift shut momentarily.

“No, no, no, princess. Oppa isn’t done with you.” He said with a smile, his fingers slowly pressing shallowly into your heat as he leaned down. You whined, wiped out by your first orgasm, feeling him kiss your cheek.

“Jimin…” You started. He shoved his fingers into you completely.

“What was that?” He growled, gritting his teeth. You loved his dominant side in the bedroom. You cocked an eyebrow, thinking of a ways to get him going.

“Oppa.” You moaned, giving in to the feeling of his thumb on your oversensitive clit.

“That’s right, baby.” He said deeply, kissing your neck.

“Fuck me.” You moaned breathily.


“Fuck me, Jimin.” You demanded, needing him.

“What’d you say?” He asked, pulling away from your neck.

“Fuck. Me. Jimin.” You repeated slowly. You knew you were in for it just by the look in his eye and you couldn’t be more excited. You had to bit the inside of your cheek to keep from smiling. He smirked, shaking his head.

“Oh baby, you think you’re in charge just 'cause it’s your birthday? That’s not how it works, sweet girl.” He sat up, taking his boxer briefs off and dropping them on the floor. You had never talked back to him so much during sex and you couldn’t wait to see what he was going to do. He looked extremely hot, oil from the sheets on his abs, hair a wreck from you pulling on it earlier, dick standing tall against his perfect abs.

He took his position between your legs again, rubbing the head of his cock against your entrance to tease you. Your chest moved up and down as you breathed, wanting him to just fuck you already. “Chim ple-” You cut yourself off with a load moan as he slammed into you without warning.

“What did you just call me?” He asked, glaring at you.

“Chim..” You moaned out again as he slammed into you a second time.

“Tsk tsk tsk… You know that’s wrong, baby girl.” He reprimanded, halting all of his movement.

“Jimin please just move.” You whined, trying to move to get some kind of relief.

“Ah, ah, ah, Jagi.” He smirked. He had you right where he wanted you.

“Fuck, oppa, please.” You begged.

“Good girl.” He mumbled, snapping his hips into you. You gasped as he rocked in and out of you.

“Oppa, don’t stop.” You moaned, your nails digging into his arms.

“I couldn’t if I wanted to, baby.” He growled in your ear as he buried his face in your neck. You could feel the sweat in his hair and on his arms as he continued thrusting into you, rocking the entire bed. You felt your second orgasm building up as he kissed your neck and shoulder.

“I’m-” You just about screamed due to the pleasure he brought you, arching your back and dragging your nails down his biceps. You felt his teeth on your skin and heard him groan, the feeling of you finishing driving him over the edge. His sloppy, weak thrusts brought the both of you through your highs before he collapsed onto you.

You were both sweaty, heaving messes as he kissed your forehead, rolling on his side next to you. “Happy birthday, baby doll. I love you.” He breathed.

“I love you too.” You smiled, getting up.

“Where are you going?” He whined.

“I feel disgusting. I’m gonna take a shower.” You said like it was obvious. “Are you gonna come with me?”

“Hell yeah!” He exclaimed, jumping up and running by you into the bathroom. You giggled as he turned the water on before turning around and pulling you into him. “Did you have a good day, sweetie?” He asked.

“The best.” You responded with a smile.

“Good.” He smiled back before kissing you and pushing the door closed, ready for round two in the shower.

It’s August 24th! You know what that means… it’s our lil blondie’s birthday! Happy Birthday to the one and only Rio Nakamura! Of course I wasn’t gonna forget her day! She is the most important girl in this blog you know. (She is the only girl too which makes things better) Before anyone asks, yes I have been trying to improve my art style and yes I will be doing this for the boys as well. Once again, Happy Birthday to this Queen ❤

To everyone reading this: it’s my birthday today. I won’t be online much.

If you see this and you like my blog or you like me, do me a favor– as a birthday present to me, do something nice for yourself. Go for a walk or buy yourself something or have a good meal or hug a friend. And instead of sending me happy birthday wishes, tell me what nice thing you did for yourself.

lockedinbooks  asked:

Kin I have a question, how can I support you as an artist when I can't buy any of the things that you do? I'm sorry if it sounds rude or weird but I really think that you have great skills and you are very kind, so I was just wondering and argh *face palm*... well I don't know how to write my thoughts so thats it. Have a nice day! and very happy *cough emm late* birthday!!! (~ ̄▽ ̄)~ -> me making a happy birthday dance for you

Thank you for asking it, I’m not botherd by it or anything ^^ 

You can simply click on this button at my blog to support me, I would really appreciate it if we could share a coffee


Birthday post for my best boy!!!! Happy birthday joonie ❤️❤️❤ Bangtan would never be the same without your wonderful, kind hearted and adorable personality, we love you!!!

I would have posted this earlier but I have no wifi at my new house yet, so I had to walk onto campus just to post!!! It’s not the neatest thing I’ve ever done but it’s for my boy so it’s full of love ❤️ It also happens to be my first official studyblr post on this blog, i hope I did him justice!

Countdown to 29!

In honor of Joshua William Dun turning 29 in only 10 days, I will host a 10 day appreciation “ceremony” for the lovely jishwa :> Everyday will be something new so join whenever you can or just drop by and say something.This is optional but I would love to see how some of you will celebrate, so come! Any other questions may be dropped in my ask box or just press “Talk to Me” in the top right if you’re on the website.

Day 1: Favorite thing/quality about Josh

Day 2: Favorite hair color on Josh 

Day 3: Fun Fact about Josh(I will post some of my own)

Day 4: Favorite Quote by Josh

Day 5: Favorite picture of Josh

Day 7: Drawing of Josh(this’ll be fun)

Day 8: Dress like Josh(just have fun)

Day 9: Show him some lovin via social media

Day 10: Submit anything you would like to help wish Josh a very happy birthday!

You can either post it on your own blog and tag me or submit it to me and i’ll be sure to tag you. Spread the word! Participate! Stay Alive!