i spent more time on this than i will admit to

J,

For the entire time I’ve known you, you have been a light in the dark for me. You were there when I needed a friend. Our dynamic has changed more times than the weather where we live. We’ve shared so much of our lives with one another. Now that we’re finally finally together, I’ve spent every day feeling even more lucky to call you mine. Going forward there are some things you should know.

1. I will never ever admit how much I talk about, think about, or do things for your benefit. I will play it off as if I did things spontaneously when in fact I get my hopes up for and meticulously plan for things. 

2. Of course as much as I want to constantly be in contact with you and see you and talk to you, I will not expect you to constantly appease me. You have a life too and need to spend time with your friends just as much as you need to spend time with me. There will be times where I’m selfish and will want you all to myself, but for the most part, I understand how important your friends are to you.

3. I will be understanding to a fault, please don’t abuse this.

4. There will be times when I am unnecessarily upset or angry. If this happens, know I care about you and I need time to sort things out in my head. Sometimes I will overthink and create problems that don’t exist, deep down I know this, so again, I need time.

5. I know the distance will be difficult but please know you and only you have my heart and I’m trusting it will be the same on your end. I am willing to go to great lengths to make our relationship work because I care for you so much. We can do this, babe, I know we can.

-M

Silent [M]

Request: Hoseok smut where you’re in the dorm and have to be quiet omg I’m dead at the thought. pls 👏🏼

A/n: I dedicate this to @chokemejimin / @the95liner for reaching 20k. and I also would like to dedicate this to all my Hobi babes. there are too many of you to tag haha

Genre: SMUT, Dom!Hoseok, breath play

Words: 2.6kish

Originally posted by sweaterpawsjimin

You moaned as your back sank into the mattress. Your tired body welcomed the softness with open arms, grateful that Hoseok had convince you to buy a mattress cover. You pulled his sweatshirt over your face and breathed in the comfort. If you couldn’t be near him, at least you could smell him.

The two of you hadn’t spend a lot of time together as he has spent every waking hour in the practice studio preparing for his comeback and you were swamped with trying to balance school and your waitressing job. You missed him, more than you wanted to admit. Most nights you spent playing phone tag, hoping that both of you would be awake at the same time.

Like clockwork, your phone went off. You reached for your phone only to see his name flash across the screen and you smiled.

Hoseok 2:35 AM: Come over

Hoseok 2:35 AM: I need you

Hoseok 2:36 AM: Now

You shot up in bed as your read his messages, a growing panic rising in your chest. “Shit” you muttered as your dropped your phone as soon as you pressed the call button. When you held the phone to your ear all you could hear was deep breathing.

“Hoseok? What’s wrong?” You asked worriedly.

But he kept breathing. “Hoseok?” You called again.

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annalisekeatin  asked:

Hi! I'd seen some of your art on my dashboard but today I spent some time seeing it on your blog (I even went through the whole supergirl tag) and I love it so much! Not only are your illustrations effortlessly heartwarming, they're also very funny. I laughed at "You've been framed for a heinous crime by your evil genocidal mother. Move back 20 spaces." for longer than I'd like to admit. I just really wanted to thank you for bringing a smile to my face and inspiring me to create more art.

Thank you. This message made me happy. Keep making that art.

Shape of You - Jack Maynard Imagine

Summary: Jack and Y/N have known each other forever and have liked each other for almost as long, yet refuse to admit it to each other. One night at a club forces them to confront everything.

Word Count: 3,078

Trigger Warnings: slight sexual harrassment, slight bullying/teasing

Author’s Note: so I haven’t posted any fanfic on here in almost five years, so please be kind and please please give me feedback! I love getting constructive criticism about my writing. Also send in requests if you have them!

Originally posted by hidden-in-a-dreams-gifs


For as long as you could remember, Jack Maynard had been in your life in one form or another. He always seemed to be around and as such, many of your childhood memories featured him and his older brother, alongside your favourite cousins. 

The Maynard Brothers had grown up across the road from your cousins growing up and always seemed to be there the same time that you were. With only an older brother who was more than ten years your senior, you spent most of your time with your cousins and they were more like siblings than cousins when you were growing up.

All of your important memories had him in it. When you broke your wrist when you were seven – Jack was the one who’d pushed you. All your birthdays and family barbeques – Jack was there pranking you with your cousins. You went to the same school and somehow wound up becoming friends with the same people. 

Basically, Jack was a part of your life as much as your cousins were. Your mother loved to tease you growing up that one day you’d fall in love with Jack and live happily ever after. The thought repulsed you - as if you would want to be stuck with the slimy little git for the rest of your life!It wasn’t until you got to secondary school that things started to get complicated. 

Jack and your youngest cousin were in the year above you, while his older brother, Conor, and your oldest cousin were two years above them. You all went to a large secondary school outside of Brighton, and you rarely saw the four of them during school hours. 

For the first time in your life, the older kids didn’t overshadow you and you started to become your own person.You still saw all of them every weekend, still had family celebrations and barbeques together and did the same things that you always had done. Jack and Conor were still the dumb boys across the road who hadn’t quite discovered the magic of personal hygiene quite yet. Your mother still teased you about the only reason that bothered you was because you liked one of them. You still thought she was delusional. Why on earth would any sane girl want to be with a boy who didn’t know what deodorant was? At that point in your life, you didn’t think you’d ever love anyone as much as you loved Nick Jonas.

Until one day, when you overheard one of the girls in your year boasting about having hooked up with Jack at a party. She was sprouting to a group of girls in your class about Jack’s magical tongue, and you couldn’t help but dry retch in response. Even though you were on opposite sides of the room, she seemed to have heard you, and loudly whispered to the group how some people were just so jealous of others.

You didn’t bother trying to conceal your snort this time, you shook your head slightly as you rolled your eyes. You? Jealous of her kissing Jack Maynard? Not in a million years. It wasn’t like he’d actually keep her around. Jack kissed girls all the time, you heard as much from your cousin, you could only guess that he’d already made it through all the girls in his own year who would kiss him, so he’d had to resort to the desperate girls in your year instead.

You had no way of knowing then, that he actually would keep her around. Suddenly she was there at all of your family get-togethers, and Jack was never there on the weekends. It bothered you and you hadn’t a clue as to why. Why should you care if he wasn’t there? All he did was tease you about tripping over and try and pull on your hair.

You tried to talk to your mum about it, and that went about as well as you should have expected.

“I just don’t get him! He’s known her for two minutes and now it’s like she’s part of the family! They’re always groping each other and sticking their tongues down each other’s throats, it’s so gross! Does she know that he only figured out what deodorant was like last week?” You groaned to her in the kitchen during a family barbeque, leaning against the counter while she made a cup of tea.

“Sounds like somebody is jealous …” she said in a sing-song voice, a delighted smile lighting up her entire face, “Oh honey, it’s about time you realised how much you like him!” she grinned, laughing at the horrified look of disgust on your face.

“Just look at him normally for once, okay? Come over here and look!” She waved you over to the kitchen window, sighing in annoyance when you didn’t move, “Humour me for once,” she directed you, smiling appreciatively when you dragged yourself over to her side.

The kitchen window was quite large and gave a very clear view of your backyard. You could see Conor and your younger cousins engaged in some sort of water fight, all of your parents gathered around on the patio laughing at something your dad was saying, and then there was Jack and her. They were cuddled up near a tree at the very back of the garden.

When had Jack gotten so tall? You had always been taller than him, for your entire life, yet now he was standing against that tree and was a good head taller than a branch you knew you had hit your head on only this morning. The more than you looked at him, you noticed other things. Gone was the scrawny little shit who had tormented you as a kid; he still wasn’t ridiculously big but he actually looked like a man, not a little boy. Had his teeth always been that white? And since when had simply looking at him made your stomach roll? Was it possible that your mother was right?

Your eyes darted across the yard to where Conor was, another smile spreading across your face when you noticed him sitting down next to your cousin, who had previously been sunbathing near the pool. You’d always thought they would make a lovely couple, why couldn’t they see it when everyone else could tell they were into each other? It was so frustrating!

Suddenly a pair of fingers dug into your waist, making you jump and gasp as you banged your knee on the cupboard door. Spinning around, you noticed that your mother was gone, and instead, Jack was in front of you with a smug smirk on his face, when had he gotten here?

“You’re so easy to scare!” he chortled, bracing his hands on his knees as he laughed at your expense. You scowled at him, shoving his shoulder roughly in irritation. “What are you staring so hard at anyway?” he asked as you both looked out the window again.

“Conor and [Y/C/N],” You answered him simply, “Wondering when they’re gonna buck up and admit that they like each other,” you continued, peeking at Jack out of the corner of your eye and marvelling at how sharp his jawline was, surely that wasn’t normal, right? That thing could cut glass!

Jack snorted at your answer, “It’s Conor, he’s a little pussy, he’ll never tell her unless he knows for sure that she likes him back, it’s simple self-preservation,” he stated, narrowing his eyes when you let out a snort of your own.

“Must be a Maynard thing then, being a pussy,” you smirked at the offended look on his face, “Conor’s been in the pants of half the girls in Brighton, how on earth is [Y/C/N] meant to know she won’t just be another notch in his bedpost?” you argued back.

Jack rolled his eyes as he turned to face you; crossing his arms across his chest and making you wonder where in the hell those biceps had come from. “Maynard’s aren’t pussies! If anything [Y/L/N]’s are pussies! I don’t see you or [Y/C/N] with boyfriends, now do you?” he snarled at you, reminding you of the mean streak of his that often reared it’s head whenever he got agitated. “Perfect little virgin [Y/N] on her high horse can’t even get a boyfriend,” he sneered at you.

Swallowing the lump in your throat, you scoffed at him, letting out a loud bark of laughter, “Why would you think that I need a boyfriend in order to not be a virgin, Jack?” you goaded him in a sickly sweet tone of voice, before spinning on your heel and retreating to the bathroom upstairs, leaving a slack-jawed Jack Maynard in your wake.

Once you were safely in your en suite bathroom, you felt a couple of stray tears slip down your cheeks, splashing against the ivory rim of the sink. You wiped them away quickly, glaring at your reflection in the mirror in a silent argument to toughen up and brush it off. 

Jack was still the same boy who delighted in tormenting you, and that would never change.You weren’t about the melt into one of the girls who fawned over him; you were better than that. If he wanted to pretend you weren’t there when he saw you then fine, there were way cuter boys in your year anyway, you resolved with a smile as you flounced out of your bathroom.

If only you actually believed that was true.

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Fast forward another few years and you could scarcely believe the way in which your life had changed. 

Instead of spending your lunches daydreaming about getting out of Brighton, you were living in a flat in London with your cousin and attending the university course of your dreams. 

Jack and Conor had devoted their time and lives to youtube and it had really paid off for them. You had gained five new friends through knowing the Maynards and could scarcely imagine your life without them. 
There were some things that would never change, though; after a brutal break up two years ago, Jack had sworn off relationships and become the same player that Conor had been through school. Conor still wouldn’t admit that he was in love with [Y/C/N] and vice versa. And you were still trying to convince yourself that you didn’t have a thing for Jack Maynard.

Over the years you had tried to forget about him, tried to bury the feelings deep down in your chest. No matter what you heard from your friends or your mum, you refused to believe that the feelings might actually have been reciprocated and that there could have been a chance for you and Jack. You had come to really value Jack as a friend and him finding out that you harboured some dorky crush on him was your actual worst fear. Things were fine the way they were. 

Your cousin was always trying to set you up on blind dates so one of them had to work out eventually, right?

Tonight was one such night. Your cousin had set you up with one of her work friends and at first things had been fine; the guy, who kind of reminded you of Mikey, had been nice enough initially, complementing you on your outfit and offering to buy you a drink yet not pushing you when you refused, you weren’t particularly attracted to him but you entertained him in order to make [Y/C/N] happy and to get her off your back about telling Jack how you felt. Things had been going fine.

That was until you had run into Conor and Josh, and your ‘date’ had lashed out, telling them to fuck off and leave you both alone. You had been trying to pull away but his grip on your wrist was too tight and you could only imagine the marks that his beefy hands would be leaving around your wrist. 

He dragged you out into the middle of the dance floor, moving his hands to your waist and digging his fingers in, pulling you up against him and grinding against you. You could feel the revulsion rolling off of you in waves as he panted against your neck. You wanted to cry, or scream or beat him off you but you were trapped and you couldn’t see anyone you knew anymore. You just hoped that Conor or Josh would pass by again so you could latch onto them.

On the other side of the club, unbeknownst to you, Conor had instructed Josh to keep an eye on you whilst he stepped into the smokers area to call his little brother. As much as Conor wanted to rip that guy’s arms out of the sockets, he knew that this was something that Jack needed to do and see. He was so sick and tired of watching you and Jack dance around your feelings and he felt that this might be the very thing Jack needed to push him over the edge. Jack had opted to stay home tonight, instead of coming out with them, so he was probably watching the football in his underwear again or something.

“Come on, pick up, pick up, pick up,” Conor grumbled under his voice as he listened to the phone ringing out, if Jack had called up one of his booty calls after the very serious conversation they’d had this afternoon, he would actually deck his little brother. His shoulders visibly sagged in relief when Jack’s voice came down the line.

“Struck out already have you?” he chuckled, balancing his phone between his shoulder and ear as he searched through the fridge for something to eat, he was kind of regretting his decision to stay home now so a call from Conor had raised his spirits significantly. 

“You’ve gotta come here mate, right now. It’s [Y/N],” Conor rushed out, realising with a start that a number of things could have happened in his absence, he just hoped that Josh would step in if things escalated too far. Jack would never forgive them if anything happened to you. 

Meanwhile, on the other end of the phone call, Jack was already shoving his feet into his shoes and shrugging his jacket on while still listening to Conor.

“Where are you? What’s going on? Is she alright?” he rushed out as he grabbed his keys and wallet, shoving them into his pocket as he ran down the stairs two at a time. “Text me what club your at and just keep your eye on her okay? If anything happens to her, it’s your funeral, Conor,” he stressed to his older brother, already in the middle of ordering an Uber to pick him up. 

Conor sighed softly as he got off the phone, running a hand through his hair before turning to walk back in the bar, praying to god that Jack was here quickly.

You, on the other hand, were running out of options. You couldn’t see Conor or Josh or any of your friends and the crowd around you seemed to be multiplying by the second. You could feel the guy behind you dragging his mouth down your neck painfully and rubbing his crotch against your ass roughly. You could feel tears pricking at the edge of your eyes as it occurred to you that you might have to leave with this guy. All you could do was think of Jack, and how you wished that it was him instead of the thug behind you.

“Oi Luv, whattaya say we take off back to my place and have some real fun,” he groaned in your ear in what you were sure he thought was a sexy manner but just made him sound like he was constipated. Your heart started thumping in your chest as you tried to think of a way out of this and failed to find one.

“Mate you are punching so far above your weight it’s not funny,” you heard a voice behind you and nearly collapsed in pure joy and relief. The man behind you released you from his grip and you stumbled slightly, peeking around him to see Jack standing before you both with a confident grin on his face.

Before you could think or reconsider your actions, you were pushing past the man who’d had you in a death grip for the past hour and standing close to Jack. 

He looked at you worriedly, reaching up and pushing a strand of hair behind your ear gently as he looked you over, “You okay, sweetheart?” he asked in the gentlest voice you’d ever heard him use. You almost melted at the soft tone of his voice and the gentleness of his actions, nodding slightly and smiling at him appreciatively. 

The hand that had been behind your ear slipped down to the small of your back, almost the same place the other man’s hands were before, except this time in filled you with comfort instead of revulsion.

Pulling you in front of him, Jack led you out of the club and onto the sidewalk, you were sure you looked a mess, the result of being stuck in that man’s grip for almost two hours. 

Once you were outside, you could finally breathe, and that was when everything hit you all at once, all the emotions and what if’s hit you like a freight train, causing you to turn around and hug Jack as tight as you possibly could. 

Your entire body shook as you hugged him tightly, feeling a wave of relief and safety roll over you violently as he held you close to him just as hard.

“Shh, hey, it’s okay, [Y/N], everything’s fine, I’ve got you, baby,” he cooed in your ear as his hand ran up and down the length of your back softly, smoothing down your hair as you both stood near where the Uber was due to pick you up.

He was so glad he had got there when he did, seeing you so scared and so powerless had been like a bullet to the chest; he wasn’t used to seeing you that way and he didn’t like it. He had wanted to rip the man to shreds and probably would have, but then he saw how relieved you were, and the other man vanished. 

He knew that he didn’t want to have to ever worry about another man having his hands on you again, and he would tell you how he felt; but not tonight, tonight he just needed to be here for you and comfort you.   


Strongly considering maybe doing a part two to this? Let me know if you want one


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Just get the band-aids, Steven

Okey, so here’s the question. Adrien talked to Alya and Chloe before, as Cat Noir. But, why did he just wonder Marinette’s thoughts about his other half? Because he had been next to Chloe more than Marinette. He spent more times with Chloe (Probably because of she almost always causes the akumas.) as Cat Noir.

So, I wanna think that you care about Marinette’s opinions about you more than anyone else's…

Am I right, or I’m just a stupid fan girl Adrien?

I think, all the Miraculous lovers know the answer.

Maybe, you do know too, but you don’t wanna admit it…

😏😏😏

Take it from me, an artist who is VERY guilty of doing this; “sketch,” “doodle,” and “scribble” are often code for “I put more time and effort into this than I care to admit and I’m embarrassed to call it a drawing in public.” Don’t be discouraged if someone’s “quick sketch” looks better than something you worked 10 hours on! Not only is time spent on artwork not what defines its quality, but that person is likely as insecure about sharing their work with the world as you are

So if you’re ever looking for a modern au fic where Laurens, Lafayette and Mulligan are in a polyamorous relationship, and invitie Alex into their bed after getting to know him after one night, THIS might be your cup of tea <3

I’ve spent more time than I care to admit trying to figure out Alex’s face.

Anywho, enjoy!

After reading chapter 24 of Saezuru in English I can say it’s even more heartbreaking! It doesn’t get better it gets worse!

What I will say though is that I think the non-con elements that were the topic of discussion when the chapter was released do seem to be a lot less than what was feared (in my opinion at least, I’m sure others may disagree) It’s not that Yashiro doesn’t want Doumeki to touch him but he thinks the way Doumeki touches him is wrong.

Yashiro the perverted masochist is not ready for gentle foreplay! No one else has ever spent that much time on him before. Also Doumeki wants to look at him (because he loves him) whereas Yashiro is more used to being taken from behind/being bent over a desk etc. It’s challenging all his views on sex and pushing him outside of his comfort zone but to be honest that needs to happen.

Personally I think the most important part of the whole chapter is when Doumeki admits that he thinks he’s like his father after all and Yashiro is so, so quick to dispel that belief. If Yashiro really felt under threat he could so easily have turned that into an attack.

Basically in the least cheesy way possible, Yashiro wants Doumeki to fuck him whereas Doumeki is going to make love to him for the first time in his life. The 30th January suddenly feels forever away.

Titled: Black & Rosé

Ah, nothing more fun than doing yet another picture of this sexy creeper.
I dunno why, I just find myself quite enjoying putting Black in a suit, you could say it ‘suits’ him well.
…Okay I promise I’m done with the bad puns. I’m too tired for that shit anyways.

I did two versions of this picture- This one is a bit more on the elegant side,
while the next one is more for Halloween and I’ll post it soon.

Will be posting this on my Deviantart as well, as I’m quite curious to know what people think.
Anyhoo.
Enjoy~

PLEASE do not repost/claim credit or steal this image. If reblogging, do not remove my username and sight source. Thank you so very much!~<3

My Kung Fu is Better Than Your Kung Fu

Martial artists are petty. We all know it’s true, even if we don’t like to admit it. In fact, you’d be hard pressed to find a subculture that it more juvenile than the one we have chosen. We bitch and moan about everything and anything. We talk shit, bicker like schoolgirls, troll each other, and generally waste precious time and energy that could be spent training, debating pointless shit.

The concept of “live and let live” does not exist in our world.

However, one topic above all others baffles me. We love to debate which style would win in a fight over another style. We’ve all seen too many kung fu movies as far as I’m concerned. We all want to prove our Drunken Monkey can defeat someone else’s Tiger Crane.

Really.

This is what we waste our time with.

People love to ask me, as the founder of Libre Fighting, how I would cope with another weapons-based system. My answer is always the same…

“I don’t give a shit.”

I don’t train with the mindset of confronting other lifelong martial artists. I’m not out to prove that someone else’s system is flawed or that I have the magic key that can defeat another style. I train with the mindset of surviving against someone in the street. Someone untrained, but experienced. Multiple someone’s. Heartless, desperate, cold-blooded people who have never given a seconds thought to such trivial things. Because the truth is, if any of us are ever called upon to fight for our lives, it won’t be in some dramatic Kung Fu movie type situation where one system is pitted against another to determine ultimate supremacy. It will be because some maniac has set his sights on us and has decided to end our life or otherwise beat us into submission.

What should you be training for? Defeating another martial artists attack, or defeating someone who is going to grab hold of your shirt and start stabbing you in the neck in some darkened parking lot?

*Rin, the same Gaster Blaster from Day 15, came with another note on his mouth.

‘Dear followers, if you’re reading this, I’m probably passed out or unresponsive in a corner of my room. I finally caught up with my Inktober drawings but at the cost of my Determination, which is now drained.

’I admit, I spent more time in this drawing than the others when I had the time, but, I present to you: Ink GuardiansTale design!~ GuardiansTale is still WIP, but a few sneak peeks will come out soon!

INKtober Challenge Day 25: Complete!’

And fuck you for never buying me flowers

I spent too much time

trying to look more like the fog I saw through the windows when I was in love. I barely remember

the landscape, but it was more important than I could admit at the time. 

He was kinder through the glass. I had a backlit reflection that he walked through to push his fingertips against the glass.

.

I did not recognize myself when I stepped out

of nostalgia. I waited

in a hypothetical dullness 

until it became real. I waited 

for someone who did not exist until I saw him and knew the truth.

.

Next time the diffused world falls

into an immediate atmosphere, I will

look at the wild flowers and wait until the sun breaks the softness.