1: Being defensive when others question your type.
If someone questions your type and hits a sore spot, it is a glaring beacon that you know something is not quite ‘right’ about the type you’ve decided you are, but anyone else pointing that out activates your emotional center and makes you defensive. If you absolutely refuse to listen to any rational arguments for another type, resort to name-calling / mockery of the other person, and deny external evidence, you may as well hang out a shingle that screams ‘I’m not this type.’ Real people of a type can explain why they are that type, cognitively, and are not threatened by other people thinking they are a different type, because it does not threaten their ‘insecure’ ego about being that type. They know that their flaws match up with the poor behaviors of their type’s inferior functions.
2: Having to make a ton of excuses to justify yourself as a type.
If you assert that you are a type, and then have to add “but…” followed by a long list of things you do not do which are problems and strengths within that type, there’s a good chance you are not that type, because most of the types have similar problems they struggle with, related to lower functions. Even if you have developed your stack out of order, or are prone to loops / inferior grips, your functions should interact in certain ways and you will have blind spots. Typing yourself demands total honesty about what is hard for you (and what is not), what you can articulate (and cannot), and where your flaws lie. If you assert yourself as a type, and then routinely deny that you think in that way, or say that you are really “much more sensitive/logical than that,” you’re probably not a super-developed person of that type, but a different type.
3: When you have type bias going on and would hate to admit you are a different type.
This is tied to ego, and ego can override actual evidence if you live in denial of who you are, how you internalize information, how you get what you want, and what are the issues you have to overcome in order to mature your type. Either you are a thinker, or you want to be one, so you cling to it as a shield through which to hide behind, so the world cannot touch you; while actually being super sensitive, easily hurt, and fearful when someone slams your logic as not being that ‘great.’ Either you are a feeler, or you want to be one, despite having little understanding of anyone’s emotions (or your own) and feeling very insecure when others target you on an emotional level. Either you are an intuitive, whose sore spot is their inability to be ‘realistic’ or a sensor who must admit that they cannot follow intense abstract concepts for 6 hours straight.
4. You took an online test, read a vague online profile, and assumed it is correct.
You did no research. You did very little intense internal analyzing. You did not think about your core strengths and weaknesses, and learn enough information about cognition to identify negative inferior behaviors in yourself and match them to a type. You took a quick online test, thought what it said sounded good, and now wear it as a banner of pride on the internet, while not knowing how this type reacts under stress or conflict, or where its flaws are, or how the psychology behind these cognitive behaviors explains your behavior.
5. You interact with ‘real people’ of that type and are nothing like them.
Stop thinking this just means you’re special or more cognitively developed than they are; it means you are not the same type. If you cannot relate to common problems, do not think in similar cognitive ways, do not bring up the same sort of evidence they might in an argument, do not struggle with the same problems in regard to your lower functions, or find them ‘weird’ because ‘I don’t think that way’… time to admit you’re not that type.
How to tell you are the right type:
1. Your blind spots match descriptions of the inferior function.
This means you have done enough research and analyzed your own behavior so as to identify your cognitive weaknesses and own up to them. You notice, admit, and can find proof in your daily life of a weak inferior function. It is not a source of pride to you, but an awareness that this area needs work.
2. You don’t have to make excuses to justify your type.
The answer that requires the least amount of excuses is the right one. You have to be honest with yourself about your strengths and flaws.
3. You realize there’s just as much good and bad about your type.
This is where your ego goes to die, when you realize that yeah, I’m this type and here’s what’s awesome about it… and here’s what totally sucks about it, and the areas that I see in my own life need worked on so I can improve them. For example, half the internet claims to be an INTJ. Real ones have no delusion about their type being the greatest thing since sliced cheese, because they are aware of their own extremely poor Se and how it tends to make them way more passive and inactive than their Te would like, and in some cases, sabotages them on a continual basis. It’s fine to be proud of your accomplishments, but there’s no use being prouder of your type as a whole, than someone else’s type, because all the types have tremendous strengths and terrible flaws.
4. You now understand yourself and everything clicks.
I could not find my type until I stopped being dishonest about myself; and once I did that, and came to understand the lower functions, and what loops look like, I understood a lot of my younger years in retrospect, because it all clicked and I understood what motivated my behaviors and decisions. When you find the right type, it will click with you and you will understand yourself much better. But it will not click if all you ever read is superficial descriptions of the functions, or focus only on the positive stuff (which everyone wants to be like), or never deepen your understanding of cognition or of yourself; it can only click when you know enough about functions AND yourself, to be honest in matching them to cognitive behaviors. So, keep studying.
5. You fit the cognitive loops.
I have talked about loops in the past, and mbti-notes.tumblr.com also has a loop section, but you cannot be a type if you do not ‘loop’ as that type loops. Read up on all the type loops, look back at a time in your life when you were not functioning properly or ‘as usual’ and see which loop you were in. You must also know enough about loop vs. grip functions, to tell which is which. Inferior Ni grip is different from a Ni/Ti or Ni/Fi loop.
hey! i think ur art is p cool c: any tips for using ps?
thank you! here are some super quick things people may not know going in:
liquify, general fliters
what a contact sheet is
this will all be in PhotoshopCC. This is the more technical side of Photoshop instead of the fun drawing side, because let’s face it you’ll already learn that in time. This is stuff to make drawing digitally or editing or whatever easier, faster, and less trouble. These are shortcuts and smart things basically.
touching up? use smart objects!! please!! When you size them down they still maintain the data of the original, so you can scale and re-arrange without data lost (you can’t draw on this layer as a smart object though!). do this please. to undo this look for “rasterize layer”
this also means filters are clipped onto the layer but aren’t actually changing the layer. You can then turn them off, delete them, ect. without any repercussions. Smart objects will be more data but they are safe bets.
you won’t see this for drawing and painting but when you’re editing your drawings for maybe a poster or compiling them this is super useful!
You have seen me posting funny Markiplier faces. Now, here’s my most favourite video game character, Dante, with his funny derp faces from Devil May Cry 3. As you can see, I have way~ too much fun with the pause button >w< I apologize for the low quality on quite a bit of them. Some were taken around the time before the 1080p feature was added on Youtube. Others either looked like that (No matter which HD/HQ video I watch), or turned out really blurry when blown up in size. If you’d like a better view of them, you can either click on them or download them.
Sorry for bothering, but do you know how to get Krita to let you paint color inside lines? For example, I drew line art and now want to color it entirely purple, how do I make it so the purple doesn't go outside the line art even if my cursor does?
Do you mean you want to color your actual lines, or if you want to fill your drawing with color (like a coloring book)?
Coloring Your Lines
For coloring your actual lines, you’ll want to lock the alpha of your layer. Sounds complicated. But its actually a one button fix. It makes it so that you can only draw on parts of the layer that have already been drawn on.
Now you should be able to color your lines any color you want to. You can fill them, use a brush, gradient, etc.
Coloring Inside Your Lines (Fill Tool)
If you have CLEAN line art. You can actually use the Fill Tool.
(An example of clean lineart. No breaks. Clearly defined, solid lines.)
Make a layer under your lines for your color.
You can find your fill tool on your Toolbox Docker. (Any missing dockers can be found under Settings>Dockers)
In your Tool Options, there is a setting that can make filling your line art very quick. Its called Grow Selection.
And if you set the number up till about 2 pixels, it should expand your fill tool so that it fills the line art nicely. Here’s an example of what the fill tool will do with and without the use of Grow Selection.
Now you can use the Fill Tool to click inside spaces and fill them with color. You can do each color on its own layer, if you wish.
You may have to go in with a brush and clean up small areas that the fill tool may not have reached, but this is a nice way to quickly fill clean line art.
You can also turn on alpha lock for color layers as well, and color inside them easily.
Coloring Inside Your Lines (G’MIC Filter)
If you’re like me, and you use sketchy, pencily lines, or you have a lot of breaks in your line art, the fill tool probably wont work so well. But there is a filter you can use to help.
First, create a layer under your lines like you did the last time. Now, fill in spots of the image with the color you’d like them to be. Make sure to set a color outside the lines, otherwise the filter will fill it with one of your other colors and the filter won’t work correctly. The color I used is lime green.
Now. SAVE your file.
Now, with your color layer selected, go to Filters>G’MIC.
Now choose “Active and Above” for Input. This tells G’MIC to consider your color layer and your lines layer, which is above it.
Next, in the filters list, under Black & White, choose Colorize (Comics).
(Don’t worry too much about what the Preview looks like, here. Mine always look chaotic and messed up. The actual filter looks much better)
Now, to the right. I usually have it set so that it creates a layer for each color.
After that, hit OK to run the filter.
Your result should look something like this.
From here, you can delete your background color layer and do any necessary clean up. If you want all of your colors on one layer, you can select them all by clicking on them while holding Shift, and merge them with Ctrl+E.
Now, this extra step is optional, but since my lines can sometimes be thin and see through, I tend to do this.
If you turn off your Line Art Layer (Its name is probably different, but it will be the layer above all the colors. You’ll see that the edges of the color are pretty sharp and not anti-aliased.
It can look kind of gross behind thin and seethrough lines. I use the Blur filter to fix it.
I set it to a radius of just 1 pixel. It usually does the trick.
Hit OK and run the filter, and your results should be a lot nicer behind your lines.
For more complicated line art, sometimes I use the filter fill the entire inside with just one color, alpha lock the layer, and color it by hand with a brush tool.
@vocaloidchopper Sorry for the ultra mega late reply! I’m glad you like them! I can’t draw anything new, but here’s an old thing I did when overwatch was announced/the characters were announced I don’t really remember– A friend and I gave eachother a character to draw and I got Mei sooo— It doesn’t look much like my stuff because we had the 3d models as reference at the moment and the kinda realistic/comic style threw me off and did whatever I could—
this is a tiny part out of a new one shot i’m writing, thanks to this anon:
getting in a fight with harry and you almost break up and you have emotional sex where you’re both crying and stealing kisses and it’s raw and you’re both just so in love and i don’t know meaningful sex is so much better than just getting in each other’s pants when you feel like it
Pairing: Josh Dun/Reader Rating: Mature Words: 700+ Warnings: Smut, Daddy kink, rough sex. Request: how about JoshXreader are best friends and they meet at Josh’s house to watch some movies and stuff, after a while it gets pretty late so josh asks “Reader” if she wants to stay the night because he don’t want her to go home in the dark, so they both lay in bed starting to cuddle and spooning a little bit while josh feels readers butt in his crotch so he gets horny und starts to move his hand in her pants while his boner is against her butt. Reader is a bit unsure at first but then agrees? :)
Request: ‘’can you do one where ethan is dating a girl who’s not a size two she’s a little bigger and when they are out fans stop them and one girl calls her fat and saying she probably can’t even wear his clothes like a normal gf cause they don’t fit so she goes back to the apt and cries and he is panicked cause he can’t find her and he rushes home and asked what happened and cuddles her tells her that’s she’s perfect he doesn’t want a size 2 girl her loves her and falls asleep in his shirt happy‘’
Response: Thanks for requesting :) I am finally done with school so I’m going to start posting more regularly now! I hope you like it xx (I suck at titles but oh well haha)
Warning: I don’t speak English so if there are any vocabulary/grammar mistakes, please ignore them. I try my best :)
Tonight had just been perfect. The stars were out and shining, the city was bustling and your stomach was full of delicious food you just ate at your favourite restaurant. You brush your head against Ethans large arm while he strokes his thumb over your entwined fingers. With closed eyes you inhale the cold but fresh air while Ethan and you walk down the street, on the way back to his apartment. It felt like the world was at peace and there were no problems. Of course there were, but you liked the illusion.
‘Are you tired?’ Ethan asks softly. The sound of his voice vibrates through his arm to your ear that was pressed to his arm. ‘A little,’ you respond, letting out a deep yawn. Ethan chuckles and tightens his grip around your waist. ‘Just hold on, baby. We’ll be home in a few minutes.’
Unfortunately that’s not going to happen, you think as you see a group of girls walking down the other side of the street. Most of them were busy on their phone, but a few weren’t and recognise Ethan. Their eyes grow big and they stand still so abruptly that the girls behind them bump into them. ‘Ethan? Ethan Dolan?!’ They don’t even look if a car could ride them over when they run towards you and your boyfriend. A few seconds later you are surrounded by a whole group of giggling excited girls.
‘Ethan, Ethan! Can you make a selfie with me?’ several girls ask him, but before Ethan answers he focuses his eyes on you. ‘Is it okay?’ ‘Sure, E! Don’t worry ‘bout me,’ you say. He smiles at you lovingly before he pays attention to his fans. You let go of his warm hand and take a few steps back so could give him and the fans some space.
You absolutely loved seeing E interacting with his fans. He took the time for every single one of them and tried to answer all of their questions, always staying kind and polite. You didn’t even felt uncomfortable when he kissed a fan on the cheek, because you knew it was only because they asked and there was no meaning behind it. And you could know, because damn, he kissed you in a whole different way. Your cheeks heat up at the thought of his soft kisses and the touch of his hands. The entire time Ethan was taking pictures with the girls his eyes would flicker from them back to you, making sure everything was okay.
Suddenly you notice a few girls who already got a picture standing a meter away from the whole group. They were whispering while looking at you from head to toe, which gave you an unpleasant feeling. Were they judging you? One of them, a beautiful tall, blond girl, walks up to you. She doesn’t even say hi. ‘You are Ethans girlfriend, aren’t you?’ The way she said it made you feel even smaller than you already were next to her. You frown your eyebrows, surprised that she talked like she was so much better than you.
‘Yes, I am.’ The girl clicks her tongue disapprovingly. ‘Oh,’ was all she said. You knew you shouldn’t care, but you did anyway. ‘Why?’ The girl let out a small, humorous laugh. ‘Have you even looked at yourself? It surprises me that Ethan still wants to walk next you. I bet you don’t even fit into his clothes.’ It felt like someone just smacked you in the face. ‘What do you mean by that?’ The girl rolls her eyes. ‘Are you dumb or something? You look like a pig. Ethan deserves a girl who is just as pretty as him, and you definitely aren’t.’
Wow, that hurt. Really bad. You don’t know what to say, so just stare at her. How in the world could someone say that? Doesn’t she have feelings? Just until now you realise you were crying; your sight was getting blurry. You look at Ethan who was laughing at something a fan said to him. You angrily wipe the tears from your cheeks and start walking back to the apartment. You just couldn’t stay here anymore.
You were running up the stairs, going to Ethans bedroom. You crawl onto the bed and burry yourself under the covers, trying to hide yourself from the negative thoughts that were now filling your head. Most of the time you were pretty confident, but when someone said something like that to you your self-esteem was hard to find. You knew you weren’t the skinniest girl, but you had never considered yourself as fat.
Yes, you weren’t a size two and you were little curvy, but Ethan always pointed out he liked that about you, just as everything else about your appearance. Now you start thinking that he only said that because he wanted to make you feel good. And perhaps the girl was right; maybe you should tried to lose weight.
When Ethan realised you were gone, he apologized to the fans and quickly went home. He didn’t even want to think about what could have happened to you or what he would do if you weren’t at his apartment. When he reaches his apartment he’s totally out of breath, but still runs up the stairs with to steps at a time.
‘Y/N?!’ Ethan yells. ‘Shit, Y/N!’ he says when he sees you on the bed, wrapped in his sheets. ‘Why didn’t you tell me you were leaving? I was scared that something had happened to you!,’ he says loudly, sounding a little angry. When you don’t answer because of your uncontrollable crying, he lowers his voice. ‘Babe, what’s wrong? What happened?’
‘Nothing, please leave me alone,’ you say with a muffled voice. Ethan walks up to the bed, sitting down at the side. ‘I’m not leaving until you say what happened. Please,’ he adds when you don’t move or answer. He sounds miserable, like it was his fault you were crying in his bed. With a sigh you pull the sheets back and look at him. His face is worried and his mouth is a thin line, but of course he still looked amazing.
‘Do you think I’m fat?’ you quietly ask. Ethan blinks his eyes a few times as if he didn’t heard what you said. ‘What?’ ‘You heard me.’ Ethan shoots closer to you. ‘Of course I don’t think you’re fat! Who even made you think that?’ Your lips tremble, trying to hold back the tears. ‘T-This girl said… That I’m…’ You start crying again, hiding your face behind your hands.
‘Hey, hey… Come here,’ Ethan says softly while he puts his arms around you, pressing you gently against his chest. He smelled heavenly. He smelled like home. ‘Sshh… It’s okay,’ he calms you down. When you slowly stop crying, he pulls back and rests his large hands on your thighs. ‘Y/N, you should never let people get to you… I know it’s hard, but they are just jealous. Believe me. You are stunning and I love your curves! No one can tell me otherwise.’
You look at him. ‘Even my thighs? And my belly?’ you ask, looking up to him. ‘Yes,’ Ethan answers immediately. ‘Even when my hair is a mess and I look like a panda?’ you ask. ‘Without a doubt,’ he chuckles and leans in to put a sweet kiss on your nose. You put your hands on his cheeks and kiss his warm lips.
Ethan could taste the salt of your tears. He kisses them away while stroking your thighs. He knew you weren’t in the mood now, so after a minute he slowly pulls back, looking at you like you were the most beautiful thing his eyes had ever seen. ‘Do you want to stay tonight?’ he whispers, stroking your cheek. ‘I would love to, but I don’t have any clean clothes with me…’ you answer.
Ethan stands up, walks to his drawers and comes back with a clean t-shirt. You raise your arms and pull your sweater over your head. You notice Ethan staring at your chest when you unclasp your bra.
Ethans fingertips stroking your arms while he helps you putting on his shirt made you get goosebumps on your whole body. You both take off your pants and get comfortable in bed, laying down in a spooning position. ‘I love you, E,’ you whisper. ‘I love you so much more. Good night, Y/N,’ Ethan says and places a sweet kiss on your cheek.
lmao I noticed that a lot of filipino artists have been popping up recently?? and I was like,, what if,, we all lived in one apartment? AU where I kidnap all of u n we live together happily where i’ll protect all of u from mean people and no one’s gonna care about how you dress or your length of hair yea? I dont know all of you personally but this is just a cute little thing I thought of lmao cause I was thinking about how I could walk past any of you one day, never knowing you’re actually a Tumblr artist who draws gay things and cries about fictional characters
also I noticed y’all wear glasses?? um ok suspicious
UPDATE: After I posted this two days ago, I received a lot of very thoughtful and considerate messages from people who follow my site. I really appreciate it. The incident is over, and I’ve largely forgotten it, and the person i mentioned. Life goes on, the sun still rises, and all is well. In fact, very well. Just a momentary blip in the grand scheme of things. The important thing to me is knowing that some of you took the time to write words of encouragement. Thank you.
Regretting the loss of a new friend
I’m feeling deflated because I had met a new, very interesting new friend the other day on this site, and we seemed to be really hitting it off in terms of sharing our musical tastes and certain outlooks on life. She became very special to me in a very short period of time – someone I felt increasingly comfortable with in terms of expressing myself. Tragically, she wrote a short note to me less than an hour ago saying she was deleting her account because of dynamics with other people. I really wish I could have written to her at least one more time, maybe opened up some other way of communicating. Like through my Flickr account https://www.flickr.com/photos/132986144@N05 , since Flickr is a site where you won’t find as much of what bothered you on tumblr.
I hate when you feel you are just getting to know someone and looking forward to knowing them better, then they’re just gone from your life. It’s like having a small ray of light that’s been steadily growing in strength, then suddenly ‘ click’ – instant darkness. It leaves you searching….
I won’t write her name here – she deserves her privacy. But if somehow she manages to read this, I’d really love to hear from her again. Just open a new account, call it ‘ice cream monkey’ or whatever, and add only me as a contact to let me know you’re o.k. I miss you.
NOTE: I will block anyone who takes my pictures and reposts them on their site as their original content. If you like something I post, please reblog it from this site. I love when people do that. Thanks.
Request: “Can I request a jimin
fanfic? Where he’s blind and you fall for him you find him fallen over or have
lost something etc and help him out supporting him and end up in love with him.
And end up having sex and children with him or something. Hope you don’t mind 💞💞💞💞 – anon” Fandom: BTS Member/reader: Jimin
x Reader Genre: Fluff Warnings: None,
maybe cuz Jimin is blind then a trigger warning but I’m not sure? Words: 1k Authors note: Work
and college are too much fucking hell and I have the flu lmao.
Coming back home after a long
day at work and walking in on Jimin playing with your two beautiful daughters
was a sight you’d never get tired of. Work was especially hard today; your
company is getting ready for a big meeting to agree on this huge sale that’s
meant to bring millions in and everyone is stressed out and people are snapping
out of nowhere. On your way home, you couldn’t stop thinking about getting back
home to your amazing family and watching a movie or playing a board game.
Walking through the front door of
your house and hearing the playful laughs that left your daughters mouths and
Jimins roars pretending he’s a monster trying to catch them warmed up your
whole heart in an instant. You didn’t want to interrupt so you undressed
carefully and made your way towards the cheerful sounds. After finding them in
their room you stood in the door frame admiring the love that was present in
summary:Dan has a guilty pleasure: phan blogs. It’s a mixture of conceited arrogance and morbid curiosity, really. And really, it’s a mixture of these two things that lead to him catfishing members of his phandom and becoming a headcanon blog. After all, what harm can one headcanon do? word count:2318/20,000 warnings (this chapter):anxiety attacks, angsty!dan
The first thing Dan notices when he wakes up is that it’s bright. The bed’s still warm, and there’s a lump where Phil had been. Dan notices Phil isn’t there anymore. He doesn’t have time to question the weirdness of this fact because his stomach growls and he comes to the realization that he hasn’t eaten anything since the last morning and that’s just unacceptable.
Niall and harry's dates stood them up and they're sulking in their booth or table (next to each other) until they make eye contact and a “my date stood me up” so they do their own date. please and thank you. :-)
Sorry this took so long, I am not setting dates for myself to write these prompts because I don’t want this to become a thing I am forcing myself to do. Plus, I wasn’t in the writing mood and I don’t want to give you guys badly written prompts. Enjoy this once again fluffy prompt and thank you to whoever sent this in! :)
His name was Dylan, Louis had hooked him up with him by giving the guy his phone number. Saying ‘you haven’t been out in a while mate, and he’s a really good guy I promise.’ Niall had been a little weary, not liking to go out as often as he used to, but he managed to stalk the lad on Facebook and didn’t really mind his looks, so it wasn’t a horrible thing to have this guy coming on a first date with him.
Only…it’s been ten minutes since the lad was supposed to be here in this downtown London restaurant that they had picked. Niall wasn’t in the wrong place, he knows that for sure because he’s checked the map on his phone almost a million times, plus texted Louis making sure he got the name of the place right.
So, where is he? Niall was tapping his foot anxiously on the ground of the booth he was sat at, feeling like a complete loser with all these families and couples surrounding him laughing. He’s getting hungry too, smelling food as the waiters and waitresses pass by balancing them in their hands. He doesn’t even have to look at the menu to know what he wants, cause the fish and chips that the dad of a family a booth down is eating looks exactly what he would want.
But he’s declined every offer of food from what the waitress named Katy has asked him whenever she comes over, he’s had two glasses of water though since he couldn’t take her giving him saddened looks that get more dramatic every time she walked past him.
Everyone just knew he was being stood up, it was probably radiating off him. It wasn’t hard to realize though, with the way he was dressed and how there was an empty seat across from him.
He was just grabbing for his phone, feeling like his skin was going to crawl right off his bones if he didn’t occupy himself when his eyes locked with another man sitting at a table a few meters in front of him, he was leaned over it harshly, elbows locked on top and his expression looking nervous the way he was biting at his lip.
It wasn’t Dylan, Niall was sure because he’s checked the guys Facebook enough to know he has more of a beard than that guy, and his hair is blond, not brunet, and definitely not curly. So all he could do was stare curiously at the anxious looking guy that looked to be in a critical situation like him.
Their eye contact is quickly broken though, the awkwardness of it all being too much for them to hold their gazes. Niall pretends to play on his phone, and sighs when he hears heels clicking along the floor of the restaurant and stopping at his booth.
It’s Katy smiling all sad again, her mouth just slightly turned in a grin with eyes filled with unspoken words saying ‘I’m so sorry love, you deserve better.’
He ignores it though, instead giving her a fake smile that doesn’t reach his ears. Niall just wants her to leave and not waste her time with him, but she flips open her notepad and starts to scribble something down onto it as her eyes flicker onto his hunched form.
“I am getting you a Caesar salad on the house today, you look like you need it love.” She moves a hand out to pat at his shoulder after she caps her pen and shoves the notepad into the little pouch she has tied around her apron. Niall feels a warmth grow in his gut at the nice gesture, and gives her a small nod in acknowledgement.
He’s probably taking up the space in the restaurant, an actual couple going on an actual date could be waiting to be seated. He says that to himself, but when his eyes land on the front entrance of the restaurant, no one is there. Not that cute couple he was thinking about holding hands and waiting patiently, and definitely not Dylan scanning the place trying to find Niall with hopeful eyes.
Katy was coming out of the kitchen a few minutes later, and Niall was surprised to see two Caesar salads balanced in her grip, her not meeting his eyes as she smiles at other costumers. Maybe she felt so bad for him she was gonna give him two salads, but before Niall could think of a way to nicely decline the extra starter, he sees her stop at the table with the man that Niall had locked eyes with before, her setting down the second salad with that same similar upset smile across her face.
It kind of clicked in Niall’s head now, seeing almost a repeat scene of what happened with Niall. The other lads fake smiles towards Katy, him trying not to meet anyones eyes in the restaurant, Katy’s hand along his shoulder before she swiftly left.
Niall was more than curious now, this guy was stood up just like him. It was funny how they were both in the same restaurant as well as being in the same situation. Did this guy have a first date too that didn’t decide to show up? Was it a man or a woman? Or maybe it wasn’t a date at all, maybe his friends ditched him, or a family member.
He was thinking so hard into it, he flinched when Katy placed the salad in front of him. She looked curious herself seeing him jumping off the booths seat, and when her eyes had connected the dots to where he was looking, she almost laughed.
“Looks like two nice young men have been mistreated today, such a shame.” She tapped at the table with her fingers before leaving again. Niall was shocked, because his questions were answered, this poor lad was also left in the dust by his date.
It was stupid though, how Niall wanted to walk up to him and chat. He wanted to take his salad until he stood in front of the lads table, staring down at him with a shaky smile and soft eyes. Maybe shrug his shoulders with a ‘it happens mate’ passing his lips like he was some therapist.
But he was too chicken to do that, he doesn’t like talking to strangers. Maybe if he has a couple mates around his dignity won’t be too fragile, but his feelings have been pretty beat up today already, and if this guy turns him down or gets weirded out that he is talking to him, Niall is sure he won’t recover.
There’s a plate clanking down onto his table, and he just knows it’s Katy again probably with a whole meal now. But he’s almost choking on his lettuce when he sees it’s the guy who got stood up as well, wearing a fancy white dress shirt tucked into black pants. He looks like a prince, some fairy tale beauty that has Niall breathless. He looks amazing up close, better looking than Dylan any day.
“I was told by the waitress that I’m not the only one that got ditched today, sorry if I’m pointing fingers…but you looked pretty lonely over here. Plus, I think she only gives free appetizers to the sad singles in the restaurant.” Niall laughed at the mans words, feeling a blush burn his cheeks. He doesn’t know if he’s blushing cause the lad is that hot, or if it’s cause its embarrassing how obviously lonely he looks.
“Seriously though, sorry someone stood you up.” The guy was serious now, and when Niall looked up from his salad he was sucked right into those shining green eyes. This guy didn’t even know Niall, both of them being just strangers in front of one another, but the way he stared at Niall it made him feel like he cared, like he was actually seriously concerned.
He managed to act like it was nothing, well, because it really was not a big deal. He will find someone else in his life, Dylan wasn’t the only fish in the sea. So, he shrugged and gave the guy a genuine smile now unlike the fake one he gave Katy.
“It’s alright, life is too short to be sulking over one guy I barely knew.”
The guy nodded with a pout, agreeing with Niall’s word whole-heartedly and still showing such a keen focus on Niall’s actions and expressions. Love and adoration just steamed off this guy like he was just coming out of a sauna, Niall could see every bit of care this guy showed to people on this earth.
“A guy yeah?” The man had spoken, but it was more to himself as he grabbed at his fork and started picking at his food. Niall almost didn’t catch it in his little fantasy daze, him now raising a brow at him.
“So, I didn’t catch your name?” He didn’t let Niall get too far into his head about the comment though, moving on to another question that had Niall feeling stupid that he didn’t answer it sooner.
“Names Harry, Harry Styles.” The guy wasn’t hesitant to answer back, firing his own name out and sneaking in his last one too. Niall couldn’t help but smile, the name even sounded perfect, so posh and pretty.
“What’s that smile for?” Harry asked, looking up through his lashes as he chewed on a piece of lettuce, pretending to mix the dressing in with the salad more. Niall felt his blush come sneaking back, not realizing that he probably looked like a stupid school girl in front of her crush.
He just bloody met this guy, poor Dylan has been replaced that fast.
“D'know, you have a nice name.” Niall shrugged, barely getting those words out of his mouth because this Harry Styles guy had a hold on him that felt vice tight like he could barely breath. But it was in a good way, he felt balanced and secure under the intimidating mental grip of his green flashing eyes.
“I mean, not to be so forward already but you’ve got a nice face, too” That was the end for Niall, the words that had him choking on the water he was attempting to swallow down.
“Our poor dates have already been forgotten about.” Niall chuckled out when Harry started grabbing for the menus that Niall had pushed aside, putting them in front of them.
“It’s their loss for not coming, but I mean I’m fine with this date too.” Harry was giving Niall a sly grin, being cheeky and so perfect. Niall was a melting puddle in the booth seat.
“Oh so this is a date now?” Niall couldn’t stop blushing, he was almost worried it would become permanent and taint his cheeks red forever. If this Harry guy was going to become long-term, it probably will.
“I mean, if you want it to be.” Harry looked worried now, trying not to show it but stiffening a little when Niall had said that. But Niall was frantic right after, definitely not wanting Harry to think he didn’t want this.
“No, of course I’d love this to become a…y-you know, date.” Niall was stuttering, biting at his lip right after when Harry just smiled and looked at him like he created earth itself.
A little less conversation, more action needed Pt 1
A/N this is a continuation of a lesson in frustration. Once again requested by some of my great followers. Hope you like it guys. Definately gets nasty from the get go so 18 plus
Magnus stood arms wrapped around each other, just simply looking into each
other’s eyes. The embarrassing incident that had only happened just moments ago
his head to place his lips to Magnus’s and was rewarded with a heated kiss back.
He moved his hands from his hips to move inside the robe’s opening, groaning as
he felt Magnus’ warm skin under them. Alec felt the warlock press closer to his
body, his fingers digging into the material of his jacket and shirt underneath.
Magnus started working the clothing loose to get to Alec’ bare body and once he
found it, worked his hands down to slide
his fingers under the waistband of his jeans. Alec felt himself starting to
lengthen and unconsciously gave a small thrust forward trying to find that delicious
friction. He felt Magnus moan against his lips and then give a gasp as Alec
moved his hands further around and squeezed the top of his firm butt cheeks.
Alec felt himself being forced back against the wall next to the door with a
hard thud, Magnus jamming himself into him, his own arousal pushing into the
front of his jeans.
somewhere in the distance, they could hear voices calling their names. Just as
Magnus was about to start undoing the button on his jeans, through the haze of
his lust filled mind he heard Jace call his name and felt a knock coming from
the door next to them. Damn! They’d completely forgotten the other out in the
hall way! He grabbed Magnus’ hands as they just started undoing his zipper.
we forgot something. Mum and the others are still out in the hallway. We have
to stop. Now” his breathing was deep and panting and Magnus looked to be in the
same agony he was. Magnus sighed and gave him a pained look before leaning his
head on his chest, feeling Alec’s rapid breathing.
just send them home?”
don’t think so. Come on, get some clothes on and we will try to calm down
enough to open the door before Jace kicks it in. I love you, you know, so much”
he put a finger under Magnus’ chin and gently tilted his face to his, kissing
him softly. At least it was soft on his part but Magnus wanted more. Alec felt
a laugh behind their joined lips and took his face in his hands and eased him
who has had more experience at this than anyone, you sure are out of control”
he said softly, looking into Magnus’ pained face.
“Its all you
Alexander. I’ve never known love like this before. It’s a new thing for me too.
I have to admit it scares me to think how powerless I am around you, you have
completely under your control. I love you too, my beautiful boy. Come on, we’d
better let the others in. Are you ok enough to do that?” he looked down between
them and saw that there was still a sizable bulge in Alec’ jeans. He smiled and
then grabbing his shirt pulled it out of the waistband so it hung loosely over
better” He stepped away and with a click of blue flame the robe was replaced
with a dress shirt and black pants. He was still flushed though, they both were.
Out in the
hall way, Jace, Clary, Izzy and Maryse were pacing up and down. Jace had his
ear to the door, his hearing rune activated.
they saying? Are they arguing or anything?” Clary asked. A slow smile curved
jace’s lips and his eyebrows shot up to his hair line.
could be out here a while” he said.
they getting into it that badly?” Clary said.
getting into it alright, just not the way you think”
a surprised noise and had stopped walking.
probably my fault for walking in and interrupting them yesterday. I had
forgotten what it was like to be young and in love” she told them.
Magnus is what, 400 years old? That’s not young.” Jace reminded her.
immortal, it doesn’t count, and he doesn’t look 400 years old either” Izzy
said. “have you two forgotten what you were like when you got back together
after finding out that you weren’t brother and sister? I thought we would have
to get you surgically separated”
blushed, but managed to give Jace a quick smile before she looked to the floor.
usual just took the statement on the chin and kept going.
different we were making up for lost time.” He grumbled.
“What do you
think Magnus is doing? The poor guy has been in a sexual drought for over 100
years, how would you feel if it was you and you finally score yourself a 6 foot
3 hulking young Shadowhunter? I’d climb that man like a tree”
Lightwood! I don’t want to hear something like that again thank you” Maryse
said, frowning at her.
with his back against the door but he looked uncomfortable doing it. Every now
and then he winced like someone was
poking him with a sharp object.
wrong? Why are you making those faces?” Clary asked him, then realisation
dawned on her face. “Oh, oh my, well, if you can hear them then deactivate your
“Its not the
hearing rune it’s the parabatai one. He’s doing it again, lighting it up like a
God damn Christmas tree. Agh! I’ve had it, how long are they gonna make us wait?
I’m starving” He turned back to the door and started knocking hard.
on man, keep it in your pants so we can come in will ya? I’m starving” he
yelled at the door. He stared at the door and when nothing happened after a
minute or two, he tried it again.
Magnus! Zip it up guys, come on”
minute passed and Jace was just about to try again when they heard the door
open. Even though they were both trying to look casual, like nothing had been
going on, it was painfully obvious from the way both of them looked thatsomething
had been going on. Alec’ face was flushed, colour high on his cheeks, his eyes
were bright and shiny as well as his shirt being untucked. He never wore an untucked
shirt. Magnus had swapped his robe for a loose fitting shirt and close fitting
black pants and boots. He too had colour to his tanned skin and the biggest
tell was the appearance of his demon mark eyes, glowing smouldering amber. Alec noticed and after
pointing to his own eyes, Magnus glamoured them away. Jace entered first.
scratch that itch that’s been worrying you all day?” he said to Alec as he
passed him, with a suggestive wink. Alec gave him a sour look.
“Why is my
sex life so open to discussion all the time?
It can’t be that interesting” He grumbled.
to our parabatai bond I get a front seat. You make it hard to ignore. Haven’t
you reached saturation point yet?”
down at his feet then back up to Jace, a smile on his face.
“I don’t think
that’s ever going to happen, sorry man”
he said, sheepishly.
to look forward to!” he walked off towards the living room.
noticed his grin and gave him a questioning look but he just shook his head.
later” Alec said.
A/N - i have started the process to get an ao3 account so all these will be on there soon.
You were starting to regret saying yes to Yoongi. What were you thinking? What good would come out of this? A night of passion, lust and relieving that pent up stress and sexual frustration you’ve had. Your conclusion was to go looking sexy as fuck and have a fun night.
Yoongi offered to pick you up, but you thought it was best if your parents didn’t see him. It was obvious that your father did not approve of Yoongi for his outer appearance, but if he knew his reputation your father would definitely not let you anywhere near Yoongi. For you, Yoongi was intriguing.
You wore your little black dress that hugged to your body in all the right places, a velvet black choker and heels to match. Your hair and make-up was done to perfection. You deserved to dress up and have a good time, you worked hard all year. You tried to seek past your parents for them not to see what you’re wearing, as they would find fault with it somehow.
“Is that dress not a little too short, sweetie?” Your father points out making your mom giggle and slap his shoulder.
“Oh, leave her you big grump! She is only going to have that body a little longer before it starts to sag.” You frown in annoyance, but your dad slaps her face and smirks.
“You’re still as beautiful, as the first day we met….” He trailed off whispering something in her ear making her giggle and blush.
”Gross! I might stay in Lily’s tonight, so don’t wait up.” You yell as you rush out of the house.
When you get to the party its in full swing. As you walked through the front door of the house party the hazy smoke hit you. People with red solo cups in their hands, people conversing, people dancing. You looked around, Yoongi was not in sight. You decide to go get a drink first. There was only two people in the kitchen, a couple face eating one another. You look at the variety of drinks there is, going for a rum and coke. You turn when your finished mixing your drink, to come face to face with Yoongi’s smirking face.
“You actual came, babe.” His hands slide up to your waist, bringing you flush against his chest.
“I told you I’d come. I’m here.” You state taking a gulp from your solo cup. He grabs the cup out of your hands finishing it and throwing the cup behind you. His jaw line was so visible as he drunk from your cup. He was really a beautiful man. You just wanted to trace the outline on his tattoos on his neck.
“You’re so sexy, every guy here tonight had their eyes on you, but you’re mine.” He was so close, his eyes flickering from your lips to your eyes. You thought he was going to kiss you as he leaned down your ear. “How about we get out of here, this parties shit and I think we can have more fun on our own.” His breath tickled your neck, he planted a soft kiss on the skin below your ear.
He grabbed your hand and pulled you through the buzzed party to get out. The air was a lot colder outside, yet refreshing from the hot sticky atmosphere in the house. You run your hands over your bare arms to heat them up. Yoongi sees you shivering.
“Here.” He takes his leather jacket off and sets over your shoulders. You put your arms through it and hug it to your body. “It looks so much better on you, baby. But I think it would lot great if you had nothing on underneath.” He was so blunt, but you giggle nonetheless. Yoongi leads you to a motor bike, handing you a helmet. You laugh.
“That’s funny, wheres your car.”
“This is it, babe.” Yoongi chuckles, putting the helmet on your head and clicking it in place.
“Hah, no seriously.” You still think hes joking, he smirks and gets on his motor cycle. “Yoongi I-I can’t get on that.” You attempt to take the helmet off, but can’t. Yoongi gets off the bike, putting his fingers under your chin to make your eyes focus on his.
“Babe, nothing is going to happen to you when your with me, okay. Trust me, I wont let anything happen to you. Do you trust me?” Looking into his chocolate brown eyes, they were so intoxicating.
“I trust you.” You say in almost a whisper, he gives you a gummy grin.
“Great.” He lifts you up an puts you on the back of his motorcycle, climbing on as well. “Hold on tight, baby.” You hesitantly put your arms on his hips, not holding tight. He interlaces his fingers with your moving your hands, so you were giving him a back hug. His musky sent, husky deep voice was making you feel safe. He starts the motorcycle, raving it up and then speed off up the street. He was zooming through traffic, the wind blowing your hair.
It was an oddly freeing experience. Being with a man whom was so troublesome and ‘dangerous’ made you feel safe and content. But you didn’t know why he had this effect on you. He pulls up at a town house. He gets off and the helps you. He takes the helmet off your head, you try to fix your hair, muttering ‘stupid fucking helmet’ under your breath, making Yoongi chuckle.
“Come on.” He takes your hand and walks up to the house taking out his keys and opening the door. Yoongi leads you up stairs, to what you make out as his bed room. Its not what you expected. He has guitars hanging on the wall, a piano in the corner and surprisingly the room is clean. Your hand grazed the piano.
“Do you play?” You asked, looking over your shoulder at Yoongi, who was leaning against his dresser watching you, his hands in his pockets.
“I do, I play lots of instruments. My aim in life is to get out of this town and make music. Real music, not that shit they play at house parties. After we graduate next month, I’m gone.” You were in awe of Yoongi he had a plan, he had a desire, something he was so passionate about. If you had the chance, even the guts to leave this town you would.
“That’s really cool. Can you play something for me?” You were itching to hear him play something. He smirks, pushing himself off the dresser, he strides over to you. He sits down on the bench, you take the space beside him.
“What do you want me to play?” He looks at you with a playful look in his eyes.
“Anything.” You smile back him. He hods and starts to play a song, its not one you have ever heard before. The melody is beautiful, you can’t stop staring at him. You could see the passion in the way he played. It was amazing. He finished playing. “What song was that?”
“It was a Yoongi original.” He smiled a gummy smile. You both just sit in silence staring at one another. Yoongi leans in and connects your lips, his hands cup your face. Its soft and light at first, but then it turns into passion, lust and need. Your hands going into Yoongi’s hair, pulling on the strands. He abruptly stands up taking your hand in his and backing you towards his bed. He lifts up his shirt, throwing it on the floor, showing off his lean yet muscular milky torso. He pushes is jacket off your shoulders and lets it fall on the floor. He swiftly turns you around, unzipping your dress and pushing it off your body. His hands smooth over your ass, before smacking it.
“Fuck, you’re so beautiful.” He grunts against your ear, his teeth pulling on the lobe. You moan softly, as he starts to suck and nip on your neck, marking you as his. You turn back to him and unbutton his pants and push them down along with his boxers. “Someones eager.” Yoongi smirks.
“Yeah… so lets get on with it.” Yoongi chuckles and pushes you back on the bed. Yoongi kicks off his shoes and his boxers and jeans, joining you on the bed. He hovers over you, he starts to kiss down your neck. You arch your back into him from his touch, he takes advantage of this, reaching behind your back to unclasp your bra. He throws your undergarments behind him, leaning down to kiss your breasts, nipping and sucking on the soft skin. His hand moves down south into your lace panties. He rubs your clit in fast circles, moving his fingers up and down your slit.
“Fuck, Yoongi just fuck me already!” You yell, just wanting to feel him inside you already.
“With pleasure, baby.” He smirks leaning up his erect cock at your entrance, he pushes into you slowly, letting you adjust to his size.
“Fuck, you’re so big” You moan out, bucking your hips into his to assure him you were ready. He takes control and starts to thrust into you, slow at first but he then gets harder. His hands roam up your body before hes lacing his fingers together with yours, his forehead against yours.
“Open your eyes, baby. I want to be looking into your eyes when I fuck you.” You do as he requests and open your eyes, only to be staring right into his lust filled eyes. Yoongi was breath taking and no one could deny that. That’s why he probably had countless girls in this bed, he probably played that song every time, insuring him a night of hard fucking. But you didn’t care about that, it was just you and him tonight. Tomorrow Yoongi would act like you didn’t exist, as you would do the same to him.
“Fuck.” You scream his name out as you cum. You love how good Yoongi made you feel.
“You feel amazing baby.” He pulls out of you, pumping himself a few times before he comes all over your stomach. He hums in satisfaction, getting off the bed getting a towel and cleaning you off. He puts a t-shirt over your head and puts shorts on himself. He gets back into bed with you and pulls you close, kissing your neck as you fall asleep.
You wake up the next morning in a haze, you can smell sex and Yoongi. You turn in his embrace, he was fast asleep. You knew Yoongi would probably want you gone before he woke up, so you get up trying to find your clothes around the room. You don’t notice Yoongi staring at you till you turn to find your panties.
“Jesus, you scared the shit out of me!” You put a hand to your chest, calming your heart. He chuckled.
“What are you doing up?” He turns to look at the clock that reads 6:09. “Its six in the morning, come back to bed.” He states, opening the covers for you to join him again. You do as he says and get back in bed with him, he cuddles into you.
“I thought you don’t liking people staying. Don’t you always leave during the night, why do you want me to stay?” You ask curious of his answer.
“No ones ever been in my room before, you’re the first one.”
I’m actually rather happy with this. I hope you all enjoyed. Thank you so much for reading! If you would like a part 3, message me.