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[emypony]

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[joheun-saram]

To Make A Power Couple (knj) | 8

Chapter 8: Housewarming

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Summary- Finally moved in together, Namjoon and Y/N relish their time together despite their schedules and stupid misunderstandings

word count- 8.8k

pairing- idol!namjoon x ceo!reader

rating- R

genre- series, fluff, smut, slight angst

warnings- extreme domestic fluff, mention of parental death, alcohol consumption, kink shaming (kinda? idk man), dom!joon, sub!reader, smut (unprotected sex, fingering, rough sex, marking, somewhat daddy kink, orgasm denial), safeword use (yellow), Namjoon being whipped but also being a dumbass, Y/N just trying to chill, Namjoon’s obsessed with her ass ig

a.n- apologies for this chapter taking literally forever! but i give you fluff for your patience. so much fluff omg. can i move in with joon already? but also we cant have this much fluff without a sprinkle of angst. 

special s/o to @himbojk​,  @pars-ley​, and @s0seo​ for beta reading parts for me  and easing my worries 💕

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“Are you sure about this? It’s only been six months honey.” Your mother looked at you through the screen and you felt your heart tighten. She had that worried look on her face, the one that tells you that she will respect your decision but isn’t too happy about it. She looked different too, the wrinkles around her eyes more pronounced as she frowned and you wish you could convince her of your decision.

“Seven, actually. I love him, mom. I thought you liked him?” She had been nothing but supportive of your relationship, trusting you to make the right decisions. It had been the two of you for so long when you were younger that it always felt weird that you were on your own now. When your father had passed away when you were starting high school, she had done everything in her power to ensure you never felt like you were down a parent. As a senior partner at a management consultancy, she had long hours and business trips but she always picked you up from school and often took you with her on her business trips. Her trips are the reason that by the time you finished high school, you had been to pretty much every major city in North America. Not to mention that watching her working is the reason you were so good at what you did now. 

You remember when the first year after your father’s death you had to go to a father-daughter school dance and she donned one of his old suits to take you. You danced with her that night, surrounded by your peers and their fathers, but smiling at her as you nuzzled into her neck, her scent mingling with your dad’s on the clothes. You felt safe and you decided you never wanted to disappoint her. Maybe that’s where your drive to succeed came from - from ensuring that your mom, who worked long hours but still had a homemade dinner on the table when you came back from school, was proud of you.

“I do like him, honey. Namjoon is probably the best boyfriend you’ve had. I’m just worried you both are moving too fast.” She sighed as she sipped her tea. “He’s a rockstar, I just want you to be happy but what if things changed?”

“A rockstar?” You giggled. Sometimes you forgot that your mom was kind of old school, not beyond judging a book by its cover. “He’d probably die of embarrassment to hear you say that.”

“Y/N I’m just saying. Be careful with your heart.” Her voice was stern as she looked at you through the screen, her eyes narrowed with her warning.

“I know mom. I’m sorry. I trust him, you know. I don’t think I knew what love was till I met him. Having him around makes me feel safe, less lonely.”

“He’s still responsible for my daughter being in a cast.” After the incident, your mother had grown a bit wary of your relationship. She knew he was famous but she never realised just how many sacrifices the two of you had made to be together. You knew she was aware that Namjoon would never hurt you but you still felt bad that she was worrying over what was an anomaly. Speaking to Namjoon, you knew that something of the sort had never happened to him and his members, even to his other idol friends. The thought of it being such a rare occurrence had given you assurance and you hoped it would translate to your worried mother an ocean away.

“Mom! It’s not his fault. We’ve been over this!”

“I know, I know. I’m your mom. I’m just worried.” She sighed as she resigned from the conversation. You knew your mom had your best interests at heart but she didn’t know Namjoon like you did. She had met him twice over the screen and then had spent countless hours googling him and sending you clips of him breaking things with texts calling him out (“he better not be this clumsy with your heart”). You love her but you never know how to convince her that she had nothing to worry about. “Anyways, how’s my favourite son Harry?”

And so the conversation moved on from her qualms about your soon-to-be live-in boyfriend to your business as you told her about the plans you had for your company and talked about your friends. As you went to bed after hanging up, you looked at the empty side. It was the first time in weeks you were sleeping without your boyfriend but you were giddy as you thought about the morning when he would finally move in and you would never see that empty side again.

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“Baby why are all your shelves empty? Why have I never noticed this before?” Namjoon stood frowning in the kitchen with a box of his dishes and cutlery, something you made fun of him about since he notoriously lives on take out, as he placed his plates in the shelves above your kitchen counters.  

“Really Joon? Do you know who you’re dating?” You giggled as you hopped off the counter you were sitting at and stood next to him. Reaching up to extend your uninjured hand as far as it could, you looked at him as you just about reached the bottom shelf. You were not that short but whoever designed this apartment thought the shelves looked extra elegant if they were extra high. 

“Aw! You’re so cute!” He cooed as he patted your head condescendingly, causing you to scowl and narrow your eyes at him. Before you could retort, he put his arms around your waist lifting you so you were eye level with the shelves. “See? Now you can reach! Teamwork!”

You laughed as he put you down, turning around to wrap your arm around him. “Can’t believe we live together now,” you whispered into his chest as you felt him kiss the top of your head. Placing your chin against him you looked up, speaking in a hushed tone. “Promise me you won’t start hating me and my little quirks.”

“I could never hate you, as long as you promise not to get annoyed by me practicing in our living room.” Namjoon looked at you with a wide smile, as he cupped your face, capturing your lips in a sweet kiss. You hugged him as you looked across the kitchen island towards your large living room. The large shelf in the corner that once only housed only your books and vinyls was now filled with pieces of your boyfriend. The top shelves had his books with his own organization system (apparently organizing books based on colours was too chaotic for him) as his little collectible figurines stood at random places. Not to mention the tiny baby shoes he had added on one of the shelves (“They’re just cute! I’m totally not picturing a cute fat baby with your doe eyes!”). 

You both had added another shelf near the balcony that now housed his extensive plant collection, in fact you had never seen this apartment more green, little plants scattered in the corners. In addition to your framed posters, there were now paintings from his collection, eclectic pieces that lit the blank white walls in color. You both had even moved the couch to the corner and added a mirror on the nearby wall that not only made the room look larger but would help Namjoon if he ever needed to practice his dances. 

You sighed contentedly as what was once your home now became the both of yours, your hobbies and tastes intermingling in a perfect union. The den was now a studio, soundproofed and full of midi boards and amps - it seemed like a piece of Namjoon had a place in your home. The two of you had gone back and forth over where to live, whether to move into his house or buy a new place completely, but in the end you had decided your apartment would be best since it was close to both of your work places and because it housed the most memories you shared.

“Oh! Or we can buy a new place?” You looked up at Namjoon’s profile from where you laid next to him, you head in the crook of his arm, his fingers tracing circles on your skin, right above where your cast ended. You were both in bed, a few days after he asked you to move in together, eager to figure out where you would embark on your latest relationship milestone.

“What about here? I like it here. This is our spot.”

“Really you wanna move in here?”

“Yeah this is where we had our first official date. This is where we found out that Ken Burns documentaries make you fall asleep-” He grunted as you smacked his chest at his comment, laughing before continuing. “This is where I first found out how much I love your food. Heck, that living room was where I knew I was in love with you!”

“Oh? You haven’t told me that before.” The two of you turn on your sides to look at each other as you grinned at him in anticipation.

“Yeah it was like a few weeks after we became official. I came over and you were at the gym and when you came back we ordered like a massive pizza and you were so giddy while eating it, I don’t know if you noticed but I’m sure I had literal heart eyes.”

“You know you really like me and pizza together,” you joked as you played with the necklace he had given you, his hand coming to fiddle with the chain as well.

“What can I say? I like you covered in sauce.” He laughed as he held your chin and brought you in for a kiss, humming gently when you separate.

“Be honest though, you totally fell in love with me when I agreed to recreate that porn you like, didn’t you?”

“Ah fuck! You’re right, that’s like the number one reason we should move in here. This is where we found out calling me daddy makes you gag.”

“Yes I’m sure it was just calling you that and not your stupidly big dick.” You both broke into fits of laughter holding on to each other, falling back into the comforting silence, before Namjoon broke it looking at you with a smirk.

“So how about we break out that riding crop again? Hmm? Get you in some of that sexy lingerie?” He moved his arm lower from where it sat on your waist to your hips, his fingers playing with the waistband of your pajamas.

“But baby you said you loved my batman underwear,” you whined jokingly, giggling with your arm around his neck as you looked at him coyly.

“Honestly? I love you in anything.” He said earnestly as he captured your lips in a searing kiss, moving his body to lay on top of yours carefully avoiding your injured arm. “Or nothing…”

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The first week of living together was odd. The two of you had spent the month after deciding to move in together planning so much, even buying new furniture, but now that you were living together it was weird. It wasn’t a bad weird, in fact it was a very, very good weird. You and Namjoon had never lived with a partner before and much like when you first got together, it felt easy. Maybe it was practice from when Namjoon was over all the time, but it just felt so effortless being with each other.

You would be lying if you said your mother’s words hadn’t opened up an insecurity within you. You were messy, sure it was an organized mess, but you were messy. You tend to forget where you put things, and when you’re stressed even the smallest of inconveniences make you snap. However, somehow Namjoon just slotted himself into your life so seamlessly, you were finding it hard to believe how lucky you were. 

On Monday, you came home and as usual threw whatever jacket you were wearing on the floor, he followed, silently picking it up and hanging it. Namjoon was organized and that made you remember where you left your keys on Tuesday, because now they were always in the cute little crab shaped plate near the foyer. On Wednesday you were infuriated with work and when you went to pee when you reached home, the toilet seat was up causing you to nearly topple in. But unlike usual when you would’ve torn whoever did that to pieces, you broke into a laugh, dialing Namjoon at practice and telling him you missed him. On Thursday, you had your doctor’s appointment to finally get the cast off, and when you returned home to excitedly show off your new arm, Namjoon frowned at the large scar before kissing it repeatedly and spending the night worshipping you. On Friday, the two of you saw the smog warning and donned some masks going to Yeouido Hangang Park, melding in with the mask-wearing strangers enjoying convenience store kimbap and beers as you read your book aloud to him, lounging on the sloping greens. That was also when he learned you didn’t know how to ride a bike, making it his responsibility to teach you.

“I still can’t believe you don’t know how to ride a bike!” Namjoon laughed as he held onto the handlebars. You struggled to keep the balance, your feet resting lightly on the pedals of the rented bike as he slowly pushed you. 

“I skateboarded instead! You tell me that once you land an ollie!” you huffed, now pushing on the pedals, albeit gently. Namjoon found your hesitation adorable. He loved discovering these different sides of you. The fact that his always confident girlfriend seemed scared of something as simple as a bike when she was apparently doing tricks on a skateboard, made his heart swell. It was like you kept all your embarrassing secrets for him, you told him things that no one knew about you, and he couldn’t wait to discover more. 

For Namjoon, moving in had been as easy as breathing, even though it had barely been a week. On Monday, he took a homemade lunch to work for the first time in a year. When he opened the box, the smell of your stew lingered in his studio and every time he returned from a meeting that day, the scent made him smile. On Tuesday, you came by his building to pick him up, waving excitedly as he wrapped up a livestream and tried not to giggle like a fool in love, which he very much was. Wednesday, he was having a tough time getting the new dance routine down, but then you called him out of the blue and it made his heart flutter, reenergizing him to finally nail the steps. When your cast came off on Thursday, he was again filled with guilt about his part in your attack, but your assurances helped him ease his mind. However, not as much as you screaming his name when he made you cum for the third time on his tongue. Namjoon had never felt so connected to someone before. Usually he would be scared to share so much of his life with another person, but with you he couldn’t wait. He felt extremely lucky just to be in your presence, soaking in the determined look on your face as he taught you how to ride a bike.

“Okay shit. Nevermind that’s really hot. Let’s go skateboarding next time,” he smiled at you mischievously, knowing that he was going to let go of the bike any second.

“I haven’t done that in ten - Oh my god! Don’t let go! Why are you letting go?” You looked behind you to see Namjoon put a thumb in the air in encouragement.

“You’re a big girl, you can do it. I believe in you!”

“I hate you! I’m gonna fall! How do I stop?!” You could feel the wind blowing through your hair as you steadily picked up speed, and you were terrified. How did you let your tree of a boyfriend talk you into this? There was a reason you had legs, why did you need these stupid wheels?!

“Just push the brakes and put your leg out.”

“Joon! Namjoon! I’m gonna fall!” You watched your life flash before your eyes as you cursed, falling on to the grass, your bike between your legs. Namjoon jogged up the few meters to stand above you, almost doubling over in laughter, causing you to cross your arms where you laid pouting at him. “Stop laughing at me!”

“Sorry! I just - you were going so slow! You literally fell in slow motion!” He continued laughing, even having the audacity to wipe a tear off his eye as you glared at him, before moving the bike and helping you up. “Come on up. There we go!” He beamed at you making it much harder to be mad at him when his eyes squinted in that adorable way they do when he’s extra pleased.

“If I break my arm again it’s your fault.” You leaned into him as he put an arm around you, the other walking the bike back to its station. 

“Sorry, sorry! Okay I think that was enough practice. Let’s go home.” He pulled you closer, the bike now firmly locked and no longer charging him through the app. With your arms around his waist, you kind of felt bad giving up on learning so easily. He had seemed so excited when he suggested biking around the river.

“Sorry I can’t bike with you. I wanna share your hobbies!” You pouted, making Namjoon swoon.

“Baby we literally share like seven million hobbies. It’s okay if you don’t like biking. I hate all the Shark Tank episodes you make me sit through.” He laughed as you looked up at him, even with the mask covering half his face you could tell how his dimples would be poking through his cheeks at your comment.

“You said you liked them!”

“It was a month into dating you. I lied.” You rolled your eyes at his nonchalance as he smiled smugly. You knew he hated that show, he would always be getting up to go to the bathroom or get snacks during the pivotal moments. Well at least he was committed enough to not be on his phone when you watched together. Now that you think about it, he must really love you to sit through the marathon you had of it last month.

“So what else do you hate?”

“Arthur C Clarke. I don’t get why you love 2001 so much. It’s so pseudo philosophical and the sequels suck.”

“But the monolith Joon! The spark of curiosity and ambition! And like the combined consciousness! Come on!”

“Eh. Pretentious. Douglas Adams did it better.” He shrugged.

“I can’t believe you! Those are like two different concepts!” You laughed as he dissed one of your favourite books, enjoying his warmth against you as the two of you waited for the car to pick you up in the parking lot.

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Saturday would mark the first weekend of you both living together, and so it was time to celebrate. The two of you had taken the day off in preparation for the first party you would host together, in the apartment you lived together. Just the thought made you giddy. You walked around the grocery store, stocking up on snacks and alcohol as Hayoon, Namjoon’s favourite security personnel, helped you carry the basket that kept getting heavier. You still found it weird walking around with the 195cm, extremely buff older man, but with the attack still fresh in your head, it was comforting having the looming presence. You had noticed that people didn’t even look twice at you, when in the past your foreigner status would have had at least a few staring at you.

Thanking Hayoon for carrying your supplies and bidding him a goodbye, you walked into your living room to find your boyfriend dancing to music playing from his earphones. Somehow in the midst of cleaning and moving furniture to make room for the twenty something people you both had invited, he had started working. You couldn’t blame him when you yourself had taken the time in the car to answer a few emails. It gave you the perfect opportunity to share your present with him.

“I’ve got a surprise for you!” You walked over to block his view of himself in the mirror as he rolled his body to some unknown tune. It was quite funny watching his concentrated scowl turn into confusion, barely hearing you.

“Hmm?”

“Stop dancing! I’ve got a surprise!”

“Can’t stop babe I have to get this down before Monday.” Namjoon looked over your head into the mirror as he continued practicing his choreography, making you roll his eyes.

“Hmm maybe Kook would wanna go instead,” you said nonchalantly as you turned around and started to slowly back away, before Namjoon’s arm came around your waist, stopping you.

“Ah baby don’t do that. See, airpod out, I’m listening!” You grinned as Namjoon pulled his earphone out, stopping the music but continuing to dance.

“You know you look like one of the sims just dancing there without music,” you joked, giggling.

“Babbbbbe! Where are we going?” he whined.

“So you know how your favourite rapper is Nas?”

“Yes I’m aware.”

“I got backstage passes!”

“What? For me?” Namjoon stilled, a dopey grin on his face as you walked closer to him to show him the tickets on your phone. It wasn’t a huge present but when one of your clients had asked if you wanted to attend, you couldn’t refuse the tickets. It helped that your client owned the stadium the performance was at and had accommodated your special requests for privacy.

“And you get to watch from this barricade so you don’t have to worry about paparazzi or fans and you can just enjoy the show!” Namjoon’s heart swelled as he heard your words. You never failed to surprise him with how much you went out of your way to make him comfortable. Lately, you’d been making him want to declare your relationship to the world. It was a dumb fantasy and the two of you had talked (argued) about going public, but between the two of you it seemed that you were more against it.

“You’re coming with me right?” He put his arms around your waist, pulling you close to him.

“I don’t know, I know I just said you’ll have privacy but what if someone sees us together? Maybe you can take Yoongi.” You look up at him with a frown, your hands on his chest, as you assessed the different ways the concert could affect your privacy. He hated how you had to overthink such a simple outing, mirroring your frown as he reached to relax the crease between your brows before placing a gentle kiss on your lips.

“Shut up. I’m only taking you. The whole world can watch!” He grinned making you roll your eyes. 

“You scare me with how easily you just said that.” You swatted at his chest. It really did scare you with how easily he’d been saying that lately. He wasn’t really an impulsive person, he usually thought everything through to the utmost detail and so his recent exclamations were worrying you. It’s not that you wouldn’t like to post one of the thousands of couple photos on your social media, it’s just you were worried about how toxic some netizens could be.

“Would it be so bad if everyone knew?” He pulled you closer, arms circling your waist as he pressed his forehead against yours, looking into your eyes with a little smile, wanting to play out his fantasy.

“Joon I’m not risking your career so we can go on a few dates.” You sighed, picking at his shirt at his chest where your hands laid.

“My fans will be happy to see me happy, baby.”

“Ugh let’s not argue about this right now. Do you like your surprise?” You put your arms around his neck as you peck his lips.

“Only if I get to enjoy it with you.”

“Yes yes I guess I’ll go see one of my favourite rappers with you.”

“I love you,” he whispered, bringing his lips to yours to kiss you gently. You returned it equally gently, getting lost in the warmth as he molded his lips to yours, tilting his head to get a better angle and squeezing your ass as he brought you even closer in his embrace. Before things could get heated, you pulled away, smiling as he followed your lips, eyes still closed. You pecked his lips a few times before moving away completely.

“Hey don’t let me distract you. Practice!” 

“You’re such a tease. Meanie.” He pouted as you walked away with a wave in his direction, smirking at his petulance. 

“Love you too Joonie!”

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Namjoon was drunk. He promised himself at the beginning of the party that he would stay sober to ensure his first party with you went seamlessly, but then the Ilsan boys showed up. The Ilsan boys were his high school friends, dubbed so by you. To say you liked them would be a stretch, since he always got too drunk when they were around, but he couldn’t help it. They made him forget all about being an idol and let loose. They were some of the few people beside you and his family that had that effect. Sitting on the couch that was pulled up to the window, he felt the alcohol race through his veins, and he was in his feelings. Beside him, Harry talked to Sehun, one third of the Ilsan boys as they talked about some tv show. He was happy, so happy he was smiling to himself as he rocked his feet on the ground, a beer in hand. He was happy and as he watched you across the room, he was also a little annoyed.

You were talking to Kang, another one of the Ilsan boys, as Jungkook stood with his arms on top of your head for support and Hoseok laughed at some joke you made. Before the party the two of you had decided not to be the couple that only hung out with each other, and since this party was literally just your closest friends, it was not that hard to do. But right now all Namjoon wanted to do was be petty and shove Jungkook off of you, wrap his arms around you instead and tell you how horny your skinny jeans were making him. Alright, correction. Namjoon was drunk, happy, and horny. 

He bit his lip as he followed your curves with his eyes, watching the way your chest rose as you laughed, and the way your throat moved with each sip of your whiskey. Okay, that’s it. Screw the decision, he was walking over. Plus, he had stayed away for the past three hours, even had to watch you belt out his favourite My Chemical Romance song as you wiggled your butt, that had to count for something. He made his way to your little group, swaying a little as he shoved Jungkook a little too aggressively off you, making him protest over his spilled beer, before putting an arm possessively over your shoulder. He grinned as you leaned in, continuing your conversation.

“As I was saying there is no way Y/N is a sub. No fucking way!” Kang bellowed from where he stood. Namjoon’s brows furrowed at his comment. Why was he talking about his girlfriend this way? He felt an irrational surge of anger through him. He knew Kang was crass, his talks often devolving to his sex capades a few shots in, but did he really not respect Namjoon enough to be talking this shit in his own home about his girlfriend during their housewarming party?

Namjoon’s grip tightened around you protectively as Kang kept talking about your sex life. You only hummed, seemingly bored as you drank. Turns out you were playing a game, instigated by Kang of course, where you had to guess the other person’s kink, and if someone guesses correctly, you drink if not then the guesser drinks. Apparently you were in the spotlight for the moment.

Namjoon tilted his head, eyes narrowed at his childhood friend and raised an eyebrow. Kang, luckily for him, got the hint, shutting up with an apologetic glance at Namjoon. However, everyone else in the little group seemed to have missed this little interaction.

“I don’t know… I’ve seen hyung’s porn collection. He definitely has a daddy kink.” Jungkook scratched his chin as he slurred out the words, like he was trying to decipher a difficult math problem. 

“Dude Y/N would rather puke than call Namjoonie daddy.” Hoseok laughed, wiggling his eyebrows at you with a knowing smirk. You laughed, a little too hard in your tipsy state, and Namjoon felt his blood run cold. You had definitely said those words to him, even pretended to jokingly gag when he brought it up the first, and only, time. He stood straighter at Hoseok’s comment. Had you told him about this? Why would you tell Hoseok of all people? You weren’t even close! 

His jaw ticked as the group laughed, oblivious to the sudden hurt he felt. He felt exposed, naked and vulnerable, all because of you. He didn’t know if his feelings were elevated with the alcohol in his body, but he suddenly felt like he was losing all trust in you. You didn’t even seem phased, not noticing that his arm was no longer around you as you giggled at their antics.

“Okay. Time to reveal the winner!” You started, your arms wide and voice low as Jungkook used Hoseok’s chest as a makeshift drum, tapping at it lightly in a drumroll.

“Nope.” Namjoon couldn’t help but cut you off. There was no way you were sharing intimate details of your sex life with these idiots. He didn’t know how things worked in Canada, but here in his house he sure as hell was not hearing his friends talk about your kinks. He grabbed your wrist, taking the glass from your hand and placing it on the table before dragging you into the guest bathroom by the kitchen.

“Aww Joonie! Now I have to do three shots!” You pouted at him, oblivious to the storm brewing in his head.

“No.”

It was all he said before he crashed his lips to yours, taking your surprised yelp as an opportunity to roughly press his tongue to yours. He didn’t know what overcame him, he initially wanted to talk to you but something about the utter lack of remorse on your face snapped something in him. Oh those guys didn’t think you were a sub? He was going to prove them all wrong and make you beg for him while no one outside had a clue. It was his biggest turn on after all, to see you confidently striding through every room demanding respect and attention, only to turn into an obedient little girl for him.

He had been horny all night, rocking a semi every time he looked at you, and your little moans as you wrapped your arms around him now only made him harder. He kissed you with more force, removing your hands from around him and pinning them to the door behind you as his lips ventured down your neck to where your blouse started.

He let go of your hands, pleased to see them remain immobile against the door, and reached for your jeans, the same jeans that had been taunting him all evening. Kissing down your body, he pulled the jeans off your legs, turning you around roughly once you stepped out of them. With your ass in front of his face, he couldn’t help himself, biting at the flesh, smirking at your surprised yelp.

He stood up behind you, bending you over the sink. Pulling your shirt up and gripping your jaw, he placed the hem in your mouth. He kissed your neck, keeping his eyes on yours through the mirror as his hands pulled the cups of your bra down to grope you firmly. You didn’t know what had gotten into him suddenly, but you were not complaining, your shirt getting wet as did your panties. Wordlessly, he continued, his hands roaming your body to reach your heat where he didn’t hesitate to slide your panties to the side and thrust two fingers in, making you moan loudly at the sudden stretch. 

At your moan, his lustful eyes met yours as he increased his speed, the sound of your squelching pussy filling the air. Namjoon couldn’t help himself anymore, he needed to be inside you, teach you a lesson for being so oblivious to him. Unbuttoning his jeans, he released his dick, already dripping with precum at how turned on he was at the prospect of one of your friends knowing what was happening behind doors. Without a second thought, he lined himself up at your entrance to plunge himself right to the hilt. 

You moaned at the sudden aggressive move, your skin tingling with excitement to see your boyfriend this needy for you. Namjoon didn’t usually get this aggressive right off the bat, and his rare sexual desire made you heat up, mewling at the stretch. You braced yourself against the counter as you watched Namjoon’s face contorted in pleasure, his jaw tight as he rammed himself into you again and again, leaving your breathless and with your legs shaking.

“Fuck… I can’t believe we’re fucking in the bathroom… at our own party!” you moaned at a particularly hard thrust.

“That’s what you get for being such a fucking tease all night.” Namjoon leaned closer to speak in your ear, his chest molded to your back as one of his hands pulled your nipple while the other turned your head towards him, leaving sloppy wet kisses on your neck. You need more, needed to kiss him, needed his fingers on your clit, anything.

“Joonie…” you mewled, looking at him pleadingly.

“Ah don’t try to get all soft on me now baby.” He smacked your ass, aiming right where his bite mark was visible, making you preen. “Did you think you were funny telling Hobi how you gagged on my cock when I called myself daddy, hmm?” His hips moved hard, pushing you further into the sink, your walls clenching around him and you were sure your hips were going to bruise from where they slammed against the counter. Your skin was pebbling with goosebumps and you felt like you could feel every vein on his cock as he continued to move in you. With his hand on your jaw, he moved your face towards the mirror, enjoying the way your mouth was held open and eyes wide with want.

“Answer me baby. Did you like embarrassing me in front of our friends?” Namjoon knew he really shouldn’t bring his issues into the bedroom, especially when you allowed and trusted him with how you gave up control, but the concoction of hurt, anger and beer in his veins overrode his rationality. 

You felt a wave of guilt wash over you at his words, finally realizing what had gotten him so riled up. Making eye contact in the mirror, you couldn’t tell if this was all part of a scene he’d come up with or if he was serious. Before you could say anything, he spanked you again, his thrusts slowing, but somehow getting harder. Although you were concerned, you couldn’t deny how you could feel your orgasm rising, your walls tightening around him.

“Do you like seeing me get hurt in front of my friends?” He gritted out, his gaze darkened.

“H-hurt?” you stuttered, alarmed.

“Yeah baby, hurt. You think I like you sharing our secrets?” He was back at your neck, nipping the flesh and soothing it with his tongue. “You think I liked you and Hobi laughing at me, pretty girl?” he sneered, but you could see past it. Behind the lust in his eyes, he was actually hurt, his eyes glistening, and although you were enjoying this sudden, surprise sex, your needs could wait.

“Joon… fuck… yellow. Yellow.” You grunted, despite your body begging you to let him continue so you could cum. Suddenly Namjoon froze, pulling out. His eyes softened immediately with concern as he ran his hands up and down your arms to comfort you.

“Shitshitshit sorry! Was that too much? Too rough? Are you okay? What’s wrong?” He spoke fast, trying to gauge your expression in the mirror.

“Are you okay? Are you actually mad about Hobi?” You turned around, cupping his face as you looked up at him. He sighed, biting his lip a couple of times and contemplating if he should talk about it now.

“Yeah. I’m sorry I just - it kinda fucked me up.” He averted your gaze, opting to look at the wall next to the two of you, and you felt your heart ache at his words. “Like I was pretty vulnerable when I shared that kink with you and I get it - it’s cliched and basic and you weren’t into it but I feel like you guys were laughing at me. I don’t like getting laughed at by my girlfriend behind my back with one of my best friends.” He looked at you towards the end of his statement, the fiery look back in his eyes. You knew he was mad, but truly he had no reason to be. In fact, thinking more about it made you sad that he would think that you would purposely kink shame him or laugh at him for any reason.

“I’m so sorry Joonie. It’s not even like that. I’m so sorry baby. Do you wanna talk about -” But before you could finish your sentence, he spun you around again.

“No.” He spoke firmly, lining himself once again, fully back into his dominant persona. “Much. Rather. Fuck. My. Frustrations. Out. Colour?” He punctuated each word with a snap of his hips, making you mewl, your earlier lost orgasm revving back up slowly.

“Green. Fuck Joon!” He bent you over further at your words, holding tightly to your hips as he fucked you.

“Tell me when you’re close, baby. You don’t get to cum tonight.” He spoke, his voice strained from his harsh movements. Oh, he must be really mad. Namjoon took pride in making you cum, often overstimulating you, but this was new. He’d never flat out denied you an orgasm before, and the thought made you want to cum even more.

“Joonie. I’m sorry. Please... fuck! You feel so good.” You mewled, looking at him with puppy eyes. You didn’t know how long you could hold your orgasm if he continued, the coil in your stomach tightening at his every move.

“No can do pretty girl you gotta learn your lesson.” He smirked, spanking your ass for good measure, the slap ricocheting through the walls of the small bathroom. You really hoped nobody needed to pee, glad that the music was pretty loud, you could almost sing along to the SHINEE track in the background.

“Please daddy?” You knew he was mad at you for this, but in your lust-addled, desperate mind you just wanted to do anything to please him.

“Fuck off! Don’t make me ban you from cumming all week.” He gritted out, almost panting with how fast he was going, chasing his own release as he spanked your ass twice. 

“God. Oh my god, Joon!” You felt him get sloppy, almost on the brink of your orgasm. Namjoon could feel you tighten impossibly hard, and with one last thrust he pulled out, stroking himself before cumming on your ass with a loud groan. You whined, your head on your arms as you felt your orgasm ebb away, your clit throbbing in need.

Namjoon leaned next to you, catching his breath, as he looked at your wrecked state, legs shaking, hair a mess, your tits hanging out of your bra.

“Did you cum?” he asked, stroking your hair as you looked up at him.

“No…” He kissed you at that, gently and quickly.

“Good girl. Now let’s clean you up, we have a party to host.” He buckled his pants, as he handed you some toilet paper, fixing your shirt, and once you cleaned up, helping you put your pants back on. He was still hurt, but weirdly sated. He knew it would take time for him to get over this, but he still felt lucky knowing that you’d understand as he watched you fix your makeup in the mirror.

“Joon, are you still mad?” You spoke after a few minutes, voice uncharacteristically meek, making Namjoon wish he waited till after the party was over, so he could tend to you properly after being so rough.

“A little. It’s just kind of stings right now.” He spoke after a few beats of contemplation leaning against the sink. When in other relationships, he got used to just saying he was fine, with you he felt that he could be honest even if it hurt, and although he still felt somewhat betrayed, he couldn’t help himself.

“I’m sorry, truly. I swear it’s not what you think. We weren’t laughing at you, promise! I love you.” You looked at him with such sorrow that he almost felt stupid for having such feelings, wanting to pacify you, but he knew you’d hate it if he did so.

“Ah don’t make that face.” He pouted at you slightly, cupping your face in his hands.

“What face?” You ask, eyes wide, cheeks a little squished by his hands and he felt his heartbeat accelerate.

“That face! Makes me want to kiss you.” He whispered, before capturing your lips in a tender kiss, his thumbs stroking your cheekbones.

“Joonie… baby, talk to me.” You pleaded, you hands on his, but he just leaned down to peck your forehead instead.

“Shh, yellow on this convo for now. Let’s just go back to the party. I love you too, pretty girl.” He smoothed your hair once again, before moving to the door. He paused at your lack of movement, turning around to see you frowning as you looked at him. He knew you wanted to talk it out, it was in your nature to solve problems immediately, but Namjoon needed time. If he talked about it now, he would probably get angry, or worse start crying. He needed to think things through. 

“Even when you’re mad?” you said quietly.

“Even when I’m mad. Now let’s go before anyone figures we’re missing.” He took your hand and walked you out, the party none the wiser of your little indiscretion. However, if anyone was paying attention, they would have noticed how off the mood was between the two of you, your smiles not reaching your eyes, and your cups always empty.

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You stared at the screen, the cursor blinking as you tried to put your thoughts together. This expansion into Japan was going to be the death of you. You had been working on the strategy for months now but nothing appealed to the board who never lost the opportunity to remind you of your age or lack thereof. With your combined shares Harry and you could technically override any of their decisions, but antagonizing the board further would only lead to more problems in the future so you just grinned and bore it. 

You had spent all day at the office trying to figure out the new strategy to beat out the competing company that already existed in Tokyo to get sufficient market share to make the expansion viable. Siwon had been kind enough to be your scribe while you word vomited at him but as you looked at the page now it made little sense. You were kind of embarrassed that he had to type out this bullshit.

Frustrated at your lack of progress, you looked at the clock, and reading the 11:34 pm displayed there with a grimace as you stood up to walk to the kitchenette on your floor. Starting a pot of coffee you talked to yourself as you fidgeted with the cups, stacking them this way and that. You kind of wished Harry would’ve stayed late tonight to talk through the strategy with you but apparently Jen had been pretty annoyed with all his late nights so you had no choice but to do it alone. You didn’t mind it as much usually, you enjoyed the silence of the empty building, enjoyed filling it with your favourite songs as you worked through your thoughts.

Tonight however you were pretty annoyed to be working late. After the party, Namjoon had spent Sunday sulking about, still refusing to talk out what you thought was a minor issue of miscommunication. If you were being honest, part of your frustrations tonight might be due to the fact that a part of your brain kept pestering you with the same thoughts. Mom was right, you moved in and look, already not talking to each other. If you can’t resolve this tiny fight, how will you have a future? He’s probably sick of you already.

Trying to practice your coping mechanisms, you let the thoughts pass through your head. They were just negative thoughts, they did not define you as a person, do not react to them. You took a deep breath, focusing instead on the task ahead.

As you walked to your desk with your third cup of coffee of the evening and thought about your business plans, you started resenting your board more and more. It was one thing to want a flawless strategy but they failed to understand that there was literally no strategy in the world that would be as risk averse as they wanted. They thought you too impulsive, too bull-headed to do something that was low risk. They had the audacity to think that you were building all the riskiest strategies on purpose when in reality to get the outcome you wanted there had to be an equal amount of risk to go with it. Sighing, you started typing your thoughts, bulleted, on the doc as your phone rang.

“Namjoon?” you asked as soon as you picked up the phone, a bit surprised that this is how he was choosing to break his pseudo silent treatment.

“Just called so you’re not startled.” You heard Namjoon twice, once in your speaker and once from right in front of you. Regardless of his efforts, you jumped in your seat to see him standing in front of you. Holding your hand on your heart, you looked up at your boyfriend standing over your desk in a matching pair of grey sweats and sweater, a black mask under his chin as he looked at you with amusement at your reaction. It never failed to endear him how you were easily startled at the smallest things. 

“Did you eat yet?” He asked as he leaned over the desk, his lips puckered. Sighing a yes, you kissed him, feeling your stress reduce at the touch, relieved that he seemed to be more open to communicating now.

“What brings you here?” You asked, reclining back in your seat as Namjoon pulled up a chair next to you.

“I just got done. Thought I’d pick you up.”

“How did you even know I was still here?”

“Boyfriend senses.” He winked, his arm resting on the back of his chair. You raised an eyebrow, skeptical, and really wishing he didn’t go all the way home to come back. “Fine. Siwon texted me. You know it’s bad form to worry your assistant so much he has to call your boyfriend for back up.”

“I’m sorry he texted you.” You leaned forward in your chair with a sheepish smile. Inside however, you were glad Siwon had given Namjoon a push to talk to you. Knowing Siwon you were sure it wasn’t a random concern but probably born out of your talk with him this morning.

He made a noise stating his displeasure at your apology and shaking his head, before reaching out to hold your hand where it lay on your lap. “So when’s this due?”

“Can we talk about Saturday night?” You answered his question with your own, dreading a mood swing, but impatient to explain your side and ease his worries. You really wanted things to go back to normal. Even though it had only been one day, you missed him. He had barely cuddled you in his sleep the last two nights, and you missed the intimacy, and as needy as it sounded in your head, you just wanted him to hold you.

He sighed deeply, leaving your hand to run his hands over his face. With his elbows on his knees, he hunched down, covering his face. He really should let you explain, but he was tired from practice and he didn’t know if he had the mental capacity to deal with an argument. “It’s okay. I’ll get over it.” 

“Please. Let me explain.” You stood from your chair squatting in front of him and pulling his hands away to make him look at you. With another sigh of resignation, Namjoon nodded for you to continue.

“Hoseok doesn’t know anything. He said that as a joke randomly.” You spoke carefully, watching Namjoon’s eyes widen as he frowned. “Honestly he’s been your friend for so long I just assumed you told him that’s why he was looking at me like that. You know I didn’t agree or disagree. I just laughed because of the memory.”

Namjoon felt like an idiot. It was such a simple explanation. He was kicking himself for not thinking about this earlier, for spending a whole day avoiding you. As he looked at the earnesty in your eyes, he wanted to go back in time and smack himself on the head for making you feel guilty over this non-issue.

“I’m a fucking asshole,” he groaned, covering his face as he rolled his chair away from you in shame. You stood, walking over to him before pulling his hands away yet again, sitting in his lap sideways. His hands instinctively went around your waist, making sure you didn’t slip off. 

“No I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have laughed,” you whispered, frowning as you put your arms around his neck, playing with the hair on his nape.

“I’m such an idiot,” he sighed, rubbing his hand on your thigh, his touch sending a comforting warmth through you. “Also, I’m sorry for earlier.”

“For what?”

“Not letting you cum.” He looked so devastated, his lips pulled down by his guilt as he stared at you, that all you could do was giggle. It was silly that he thought some of the best sex you’d had was bad just because you didn’t cum.

“It’s fine you were in your dom persona.” You smoothed his hair as you kissed his cheek, making him shyly turn away from you, before he looked at you with a determination in his eyes.

“No it’s not fine. In all the research I’ve done one thing they always warned against was domming angry or like using it to resolve issues or punish your partner in a way they didn’t know what started the punishment, and I don’t know what came over me. I was mad and it was unfair of me to use our kinks against you.” He ranted, his frown getting deeper as his grip around you got tighter. With all his goofy antics around you usually, you forgot how serious Namjoon could get, and although the two of you had promised each other to be honest, it was still jarring to hear his rant. It meant he had been thinking about his actions and it bothered you that he was feeling guilty. When he stopped to take a breath, you brought his lips to yours, kissing him with all the affection you could muster. It wasn’t hard - showing him you loved him. In fact, it was the easiest thing to do, as you let your lips assure him and ease the storm in his head.

“I’m perfectly okay Joonie. It was hot.” You chuckled as you broke away and met his gaze filled with adoration. You felt lucky to have him in your life, and although this fight didn’t seem to have lasted that long, you missed him. Kissing him at midnight in your office, you felt content, your stress from the day melting away at his touch.

“Still. I’m sorry. Let me make it up to you?” He said as he kissed you again. “Let’s go home, baby.” 

You stood and as you packed your stuff, he clung on to you, nuzzling your neck, equally missing your touch. Although you were headed home, you felt it in his arms already.

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moar biker luke au?

(Modern AU Idea)

What about that time poor Din is picking Grogu up at daycare or school or whatever and there’s an, idk, substitute or something who thinks he’s Hooligan?

Like, idk, the night before was rough and Din was up late and when he drops Grogu off his hair is messy.

(Perhaps Luke had something to do with that, playfully ruffling his hair to wake him up because he knows Din isn’t much of a morning person, but he’s stupidly adorable like a grumpy bear cub, and anyway. Din was running late and didn’t have time to primp in the mirror or whatever.)

He’s wearing a faded shirt with the logo of a band he listens to on the front - nothing graphic or upsetting but it’s a rock band, so you know, clearly of The Devil - and old jeans he should have gotten rid of a long time ago but they’re comfy and he loves them, and anyway. He forgot to do the laundry and Luke was out of town most of the week, back home with his family for something, and anyway, they’re clean and he can deal with the rest later.

Also, though. Leather jacket that was a gift from Boba a few years back and it’s a little chilly in the morning, and he loves the jacket, so yes.

Basically Din just looks like a Very Tired Dad when he drops Grogu off in the morning, and the regular teachers and whatnot smile at him because he’s honestly the sweetest man, and clearly adores his son as much as Grogu adores him, but!

The Substitute who sees Din and is like Hooligan, and obviously their co-workers are too blind to see it. Why just look at his child! Messy hair and grubby little hands - he’s a child??? - and anyway.

HOOLIGAN.

Din doesn’t notice The Substitute having a fit because he’s invested in making sure Grogu remembered his school stuff, crouched down to help him out of his jacket and run a hand through his hair to make it look a little more presentable. Grinning when Grogu tries to do the same for him but it’s too late for that, buddy, Din’s hair is always going to be a mess.

Drops a kiss on the top of his head and tells him to be good, please, my old heart cant take it otherwise and gives Grogu a little push towards the other kids, his friends and waits until he’s inside the classroom before he heads off to Boba’s shop or wherever.

And, okay.

Same routine for a couple of days and after the third one he finally realizes he’s getting the stink-eye from the Substitute and is like. What did he do???

He mentions it to Luke in passing who is like oh??? and drops by Grogu’s school or daycare or whatever that afternoon under the guise of bringing him his lunch. (Oh, what’s that? Din made sure he had one with him that morning, haha, guess he’s just being sill again, huh? Oh, is that a new teacher?)

Luke is charming and sweet and friendly and learns one of the regular is out sick for the week and they’ve got this Substitute. Bit prickly, stickler for the rules and whatnot, but they’re new and hopefully experience in the real world will help give them a more...balanced perspective, or something like that.

And Luke, okay, he knows what’s going on.

Knows Din gets mistaken for being this bad boy figure because he looks the part, you know?

Rough around the edges and such, comes across as gruff, even aloof sometimes, but he’s just.

Quiet.

Watchful.

One of the most respectful people Luke’s met, doesn’t see the point in useless chatter and it gives people the wrong impression of him.

Also, you know.

The thing where he doesn’t mind bending the rules and such, but does so for  reason.

And, Luke knows thanks to Paz and the others Din grew up with, he was a Good Kid growing up. Got into fights here and there, but always to protect someone who couldn’t protect themselves. Got good grades in school - smart, smart kid who took honors classes and such - and so on.

(And then there’s Luke, and Leia. Smart kids themselves, but the Thing their dad and chip on their shoulders and anyway, Luke’‘s pretty sure if Din ever got detention it was a rare occurrence compared to him and Leia who might as well have lived in detention half the time.)

Anyway.

Luke and Leia look like Good Kids and are kind of the exact opposite. Like, sure they got good grades in school too, but they were definitely the trouble kids.

Din, who actually was a Good Kid but looks like he’s not, and anyways.

Luke’s run into people before who thought the worst of Din from on glance at him, like they knew anything about him.

Stll. He makes a point of meeting the Substitute and making nice with them, all friendly, non-threatening smiles and chitchat before has to leave before his own lunch break is over and such.

AND THEN.

Luke makes sure to be there when Din picks Grogu up that afternoon. Brings his bike and all.

Makes sure to be obnoxious about it, revving the engine and wearing his Rogue’s jacket and Din’s Aviators he pilfered a few days ago and Din keeps giving him :(((((((((( face about getting back.

The regulars at Grogu’s school/daycare have seen him wearing that particular Look before, maybe got some some harmless flirting tossed his way to get Din to sigh at Luke and his suitors before putting his arm around Luke like hey no, this idiot’s mine, get your own, and anyway.

They know Luke’s the bad influence in that particular family, bad seed and all.

Luke roars up on his bike, right next to Din and his minivan and Grogu who is mcfreaking delighted to see Luke and his bike.

“Why are you like this?” Din asks, handing Grogu over when both he and Lue make grabby hands at one another, but it’s all soft and fond and he maybe gives Luke a little hey, hello, i missed you today kiss even though Luke is stupidly dramatic in the dumbest ways.

And Luke, okay.

Catches the eye of the Substitute who is staring at the three of them all scandalized and whatnot because look.

Din was in the process of getting Grogu into the Very Safe car seat in the backseat of his adorable minivan when this Hooligan came tearing in on his motorcycle like an actual hooligan.

Din had time to do the laundry so he’s wearing jeans a thread away fro falling apart and this nice sweater Grogu helped Luke pick out for Din as a birthday present or something like that. Soft and comfortable and presentable. Brings out the color of Din’s eyes and has gotten him more than a few appreciative looks - like the ones right now from some of the parents. The same ones who flirt with Luke because it’s fun and safe and Din’s reaction is always the best, and anyway.

Din looks like the Good Kid he was, the Good Man he is, and Luke looks like the awful, terrible, no good Hooligan he absolutely is.

Anyway, it’s not like Luke’s making a point or anything, just.

He’s not a fan of people assuming the worst of Din when they don’t know the first thing about him.

Din is like, I’m onto you Skywalker, because he’s not an idiot, you know. Luke only wears his biker gang gear when he’s off with Biggs and Wedge and them, and Luke’s been acting weird the last coupe of days.

And since when, Din would like to know, when does Luke show up here on his bike? He knows Grogu’s not big enough to ride on it with him.

(Let’s say this all happens before Din meets them because I didn’t think of that at the time, but whatever.)

He glances over his shoulder and thinks a-ha, when the Substitute’s eyes go wide at getting caught staring (scowling) at them, and then looks at Luke who gives him this Stubborn Idiot look he gets sometimes.

“My hero,” Din says, getting a laugh out of Luke and the back of his hand smacking his shoulder playfully because Luke’s being serious here, you jerk, the least you can do is not make fun of him, okay?

He gets a peck on the cheek and promise for a better thank you later when there’s no audience, and anyway. Give me my kid back and we’ll see you at home, yeah:

And...yes.

[funkymbtifiction]

hello:) it’s the same person from the 9w1 946 submission and i have some uncertainties when you typed me as isfp after reading into it. and thank you for your advice on using Se more :)

I have an isfp 874 sister and while i see the low Ni you pointed out in me, isfp feels off, not quite right because compared to my sister I don’t have strong fixed feelings and views on matters. It may just be a difference in enneagram but when we debate I do love hearing her views because its fascinating to know how different people absorb differently and so where different sides of the argument comes from, whereas my sister just power throughs people and is not particularly interested or receptive to what others have to say. Naturally, I’m conflict avoidant and when she attacks a person in a very black and white manner (sometimes for no good reason at all really, besides ’ugh she’s annoying I don’t like her face’), I’m left confused because that’s not a valid point, she’s so attached to her biases sometimes I can’t stand it...

Indicates a perceiving dominant function, so ENFP or IXFJ. Wanting to collect information before passing judgment on it rules out Fi-dom; they pass judgment before they collect information, even as core 9s, since everything is filtered through how much they care about or what they think of it.

most times i already have a plan in my head of where i’m headed, what i want to eat or do and if i do this it’ll interfere and so on, but i wouldn’t say it’s in the “grand scheme of things” way.

Could be tert-Te, or J influence.

...Im not confident of how strong or valid my Ni is (if I have it at all). Interpreting symbolism does come relatively easy to me (but who am I to say when I don’t know any INJs in real life) and I do to an extent think about the future, a specific course and break it down to what I need to do in order to get there but my laser-focus and drive is only half-there and it isn’t my primary way to approaching things (although yeah, i’ll have a vague idea of the end product before i start or finish but this image isn’t a do-or-die and i can adjust or make do to change the image im working towards to—more often though, i rarely initiate projects)

Sounds like Ne in your stack.

... lower Si because i have terrible memory—me doing something then realising i don’t have my phone with me and trying to find it in where i thought i left it but not being able to find it for the next 20 minutes even with help from my sister: a common occurrence in my own house!!!! exhibit B: not sure if this applies to most low Si users but not remembering plot developments in movies or books and i cant tell if it’s my damaged attention span but i can read a page then forget what the earlier half of the page was about (one thing i’m confident that i register and retain is character development and just the characters and how they are in general). other than that, my eye for aesthetics, other than clothes, for anything else is, well it’s not non-existent but i don’t give much care for it (like how people like to up keep their homes and decorate). the same goes for bodily upkeep, what to do to make my hair shine or curl a certain way, etc ...

Most of this is 9ish. They tend to be somewhat forgetful and ‘fluid,’ but overall sounds more NFP than IFJ. There’s also a noticeable lack of emotionalism in what you are saying, which indicates Fi isn’t your highest function. You seem rather vague and scattered, so ENFP 9 might be right. They have the hardest time holding onto anything tangible and being accurate with evidence for their typing.

[jj-lives]

Unperfect Roommates - excerpt Waterfall - bmblb (little bit WR)

“We're here!” Ruby yells dashing off into the trees, leaving her ever present trail of rose petals behind for everyone to follow.

Weiss sighs loudly before picking up her pace. She's not about to run through the forest but you can tell she doesn't like Ruby being too far away. Their relationship is new to both of them and they’re still trying to figure out each others needs. It's been a constant battle of Weiss being very clingy and Ruby excitedly forgetting about her girlfriend’s need for reassurance.

“She's just eager to get there.” Weiss looks back over her shoulder at your voice. She seems slightly embarrassed that you've noticed her exasperation towards Ruby. You can sympathize with her, not having many friends yourself, when you are in the mood for company and no one is around or busy with other things- it sucks to feel like you've been forgotten.

“I know, it’s just…” her feet pause on the path allowing you to catch up. “I mean, she knows her semblance can carry more than just her. If she’s in such a hurry to get there than why not bring me along?” In a rare moment of wanting to console Weiss you reach out and place a comforting hand on her back. Pulling her along so her feet start moving you hold her in a half embrace. Weiss takes a minute to relax, knowing her anger at Ruby would only lead to an argument none of you want. Ruby didn't charge ahead maliciously. She hadn't forgotten Weiss behind on purpose after all. “It’s just, I kind of wanted her beside me when we got there. She's said how beautiful it is and how it's her favourite spot on Patch. I just wanted her beside me when I first experience it.”  She growls slightly under her breath. “That makes me pathetic doesn't it?”

“No i-“

“Grab her hand next time.” Yang cuts you off.  Weiss flinches and you can’t blame her, Ruby’s elder sister has been so silent during your hike you actually forgot she was there for a moment.

“Excuse me?” Weiss questions.

“Next time she’s all hopping on the balls of her feet, grab her hand.” Yang shrugs as she comes up on Weiss’ other side.  “She’ll have no choice but to drag you with her.”

“I don’t think that’s the point.” You speak up In Weiss’ defense.

“Then what is the point?” Yang eyes you curiously.  “I thought the point was Weiss wanted to be by Ruby’s side when we got there.  That would accomplish that goal.”

“Ruby shouldn’t be running off leaving Weiss behind in the first place.  That’s the issue.”

“Look, my little sister is easily excitable, she doesn’t always think every painfully minute detail through. So-“

“You’re saying Weiss is a minute detail?” You accuse heatedly.

Yang groans. “That is not what I’m saying. I’m ju-“

“Sounds like it to me.”

Yang glares at you, and you glare right back.  She had no right stepping into your and Weiss’ conversation.  She shouldn’t even be on this trip with you in the first place, and you would appreciate it if she would continue to remain as silent as she previously had been. Weiss side eyes you and Yang before carefully stepping forward, obviously not comfortable being the barrier keeping you both apart.  Yang turns fully to face you and folds her arms across her chest.  

“If you would let me finish a damn sentence,” she pauses, waiting for your rebuttal. You stay silent this time. “I’m just saying Ruby doesn’t think the way you two do.  She acts and then thinks of the consequences later. She’s a pretty good strategist on the battlefield, but she’s shit when it comes to personal interactions.”  

“That’s no excuse.”  You argue.  You know Ruby can be awkward meeting new people, but this isn’t the same thing.  Weiss and Ruby are dating now and Ruby has to start making some concessions, she has to put some effort into this relationship.

“When she met you, when she met Weiss, she made a positive impression? You and Weiss were her friends right away?” Yang’s eyes are still heated but her voice has lost some of it’s bite.

A scoff is torn from your throat and you cant help your eyes rolling back in your head. “No, we were not.”  You remember the arguments Ruby and Weiss used to have about leadership and responsibilities, the way you’d held a soft spot for Ruby’s romanticized view of the world while you secretly thought she was foolishly naive.  You’d kept your distance from Weiss because of her prejudices of the Faunus and you’d kept Ruby at arms reach, no closer because her skewed view of the world, you thought, would bring your team down. You secretly thought Ruby was going to bring you down and you hate that Yang makes you remember that.  It’s not something you’ve ever told any of your teammates and it’s something that you’ve tried not to think about in years. It is simply untrue.  Ruby’s outlook was strength.  It was a view in which everyone should try to see the world in.  Seeing the world through Ruby’s eyes, though occurrences were few and far between, had awed Blake. More people should have the determination and trust and faith in the world that Ruby had.  

“Because my little sister cannot figure out how to best portray herself, be it excitement, sadness, anxiety, or any other strong emotion.  The only emotion she even has a hold over is her anger.” Yang chuckles. “Guess she got that gene instead of me. She’s awkward, and that isn’t a part of Ruby that is just going to disappear because Weiss and her are suddenly dating. It’s a part of her personality that has people making snap decisions about her, and has Ruby misinterpret others reactions to her.”

“It’s not the same thing.  Weiss isn’t a stranger, she knows Ruby and Ruby knows her.  This isn’t an awkward first introduction.”

“Isn’t it?”  

“What?”

“This is as new to Ruby as her first day of Beacon was.  Ruby’s never had a girlfriend before.” Yang throws her hands above her head and turns to make her way up the path once more, trying to catch up to Weiss.  “Heck, she’s never had a relationship of any kind before.  You’re right though,” she looked over her shoulder at you, her lavender eyes show concern. “This isn’t like meeting potential new friends, this is much more awkward for my baby sister, because she has more to lose.”

“But she should-” you start, jogging to take up a position beside Yang.

“She should stop being herself and be someone you and Weiss want her to be?” Yang questions and you can see a sharp, cutting edge to the way she’s looking at you. You’d seen anger, frustration, teasing, happiness, concern all etched within Yang’s eyes at one point or another, but this look is new.  It’s raw and powerful.  Yang blinks and suddenly the look is gone. “Ruby is just reverting back to what she normally does on her own.  I can’t count how many times she’s left me behind at that exact spot back there.” A gloved hand lifts to indicate the path behind you.  

“If you want to get through to the Rose-Xiao Long girls you have to make them see, before they will learn.” Yang chuckles. “Ruby won’t see it any other way without it being obviously pointed out to her.  So yes, next time,” she claps her hand on Weiss shoulder as they catch up to her finally. “Grab her hand and make her see you.”

Weiss stops on the path as a rumble reverberates through the ground beneath your feet.  When you stop to look back at her questiongly she’s sporting an almost defiant expression.  You open your mouth to ask her what’s wrong when Yang’s hand gently grasps your wrist and pulls you forward.  You let yourself be pulled for a few strides before dislodging Yang’s hold on you.  Thinking Weiss needs some space you continue forward, following Yang until you make it around a bend in the trees and suddenly your face is being splattered with a fine mist.  

The rumbling has become a roar and and you quickly find its source.  Water from a stream tumbles down over the side of a cliff in front of you.  The noise being created as the heavy liquid crashes into the rocks below.  You’ve seen many beautiful scenes in your travels, but this one would definitely rank pretty high on your list of top ten.  

“I told you!” Ruby squeals, suddenly at your side. “Where’s Weiss?” She inquiries quickly realizing she’s missing.  You point towards the path and Ruby takes off with another flurry of rose petals.  

“Let’s go.” Tearing your eyes away from the white mist floating up into the sky you see Yang motioning for you to follow her.  You watch as she approaches the cliff and starts climbing.  She makes it halfway up before she looks back to make sure you’re following.  Hanging from one arm she sees you haven’t taken a single step in her direction.  “Come on, don’t tell me a little cliff has Kitten scared.”  You glare but cross your arms, refusing to move. “I promise if you get stuck up a tree or something I’ll come rescue you.”

“I’m not scared and I doubt I’ll ever need you to rescue me, least of all when I’m in a tree.”

“Meh,” Yang shrugs, reaching up to continue her climb.  “Guess the term scaredy-cat is around for a reason.”

You’ve had about enough of her cat references, but she’s challenged you and you curse your competitive nature as you sprint forward towards the sheer rock wall.  You spring up onto a large boulder at its base and jump, catching your foot into a deep crevice.  Nimble fingers find cracks in the surface and you push vertical with both legs and arms springing up to reduce the distance between you and Yang.  She’s probably got more upper body strength - who are you kidding - she’s got more overall body strength than you, but you’re lighter and definitely more agile.  You’re able to swing and pivot against the wall where Yang’s bulkier form would be hard pressed to follow, and in this way you’re able to move more quickly up the jagged surface.  The last hold you find is a root sticking out from a tree above, growing too close to the cliff’s edge.  There’s just enough space for you to half crouch on its surface and you look at the remaining fifteen feet to the edge above you.  Timing your last jump perfectly you land squarely on Yang’s shoulders and you hear her grunt beneath you, digging her fingers more tightly into the cracks holding her to the rock face.  You leap and perform a flip before gracefully landing at the top of the cliff.  

Crouching you peek over the side at Yang’s angered face.  “You still coming?”  The muscles of Yang’s jaw pop as she grinds her teeth.  “Or do you need me to rescue you?”  

What you expect is for Yang’s anger to bubble, for her to grumble and fume and call you out for almost making her fall off the cliff with your actions. You expect her to retaliate in some way.  From what you’ve heard, her anger is the way in which she loses control and since you’ve known her you’ve never seen Yang frazzled.  She’s always been confident, bordering cocky at times, and she shows this in the way she gives her advice without being asked or in the way she teases you. She’s strong, self aware, put together, and just Yang.  That’s who she’s always been in your three summers worth of memories of her, but you remember Ruby telling stories of her sister’s unchecked temper.  You remember the stories of an irritable Yang, one that got into trouble, picked fights with those out of her league, and created problems with her rash decisions.  As far as you know Ruby is the most credible source for information on Yang, but you’ve never seen that side of the older girl.  It comes as a surprise when Yang’s angered expression morphs into something altogether pleased.  It’s shocking how disappointed you are.

You back away from the ledge when she reaches for it to pull herself the final distance to your level.  She stands there, only two strides separating you and just looks with that odd half-smile plastered on her lips. There’s a loud silence between you and you’re not sure what it is or what it means so you avert your eyes and wrap your arms around your middle.  

Yang clucks her tongue against her teeth and turns to approach the stream. “Come on.” She calls over her shoulder.

Following only because you don’t know what else you’re supposed to do now that you’re up here.  Pausing on the bank as Yang hops onto a boulder in the middle of the rapidly moving stream. She makes a few more leaps until she’s perched comfortably on the largest rock, right at the edge of the cliff.  Yang leans forward to peer down at the water falling directly below her than turns her challenging lilac eyes to you.

“Let’s go already.” She calls to you excitedly. “Hurry up.”

“You’re crazy, I’m not coming out there.”

If it weren’t for your extra pair of ears you’re sure her responding snort would have been drowned out by the noise drifting up from below.  

“Don’t tell me Kitten doesn’t enjoy getting wet.”

A scoff is pulled from your throat. “Grow up and don’t be so crude.”

“What are you talk-“ Yang’s eyes widen comically, she stares at you in almost awe before her trademark sly cheshire grin replaces it.  “I hadn’t even meant it that way.” She states, eyes smiling. “But good to know that’s where your mind is.” Her wink has you blushing and your teeth find the corner of your bottom lip. “And Kitten?” You hum as a response but keep her eyes. “If you’re not enjoying being wet in that way, you’re doing it all wrong.”

With that she lets herself fall backwards, arms spread out at fom her body. You watch in horror as she slowly disappears over the edge of the falls. Rushing forward you frantically scan the water below for her body; seconds tick by like hours.  Finally she emerges from the water taking large gasping breaths.  Her heart must be beating like crazy.  

“What the fuck!” You yell at her, angered that she had your heart stopping in worry.  “Ruby, your sister has lost her damn mind.” You yell interrupting the couple standing on the other side of the small pool Yang is now calmly backstroking through.  

“Yeah,” Ruby calls back. “She’s kind of a show off.”

“She’s kind of a dick.” It’s said under your breath so you know none of them can hear, but it feels good to say anyway.

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Chapter 1.9: Being an eBay Power Seller

Ebay is an amazing tool for buyers and sellers of the world. We’ve literally found people across the world that were interested in our items which is amazing to think about. We found something cool in a local barn, took a chance that someone would buy it, and at the same time someone in Germany was constantly checking to see if this certain item was found and for sale on the internet. We connected with someone we would have never met otherwise, and it’s all because of eBay. But its not all rainbows and butterflies selling on this site. We have been dubbed an eBay power seller, this is our experience on the road to that title.

For starters, the first 3-4 months we created a personal account. Not knowing much about the site, and selling thru other online sites was our bread and butter, so we said lets give it a test run. Initially, we were bringing in loads of money and soon realized that this was probably going to be a key part in expanding our business. Our items were now offered worldwide, and not just in the East Coast. Literally everything we listed was sold within a month period. What we didnt know about an ebay personal account is they charge higher percentage fees when you sell an item. 

We saw our paypal account rising daily. We were all smiles, but heres where reality set in for us. For example- Say we sold a $100 item. We probably paid $50 for that item because we did the research and knew we could sell it for $100. Ebay takes 10% of the final value of the items you sell on their site. Paypal also has a fee of 2.5%. So they are taking about $12.50 from your $100 sale which leaves you with $87.50. Subtract the initial $50 you paid and your making $37.50 for that $100 sale. It’s still a very good profit margin but heres where we would get jammed up. Sometimes you find these items, they are dirty, broken, need repainting or polishing, rewired or just need to be given some love. Restoration. People aren’t accounting for the $5 in paint here or the $7 brass polisher there, it adds up. This is on top of all the man hours you put in to just post the item. Everything needs to be cleaned, taken pictures of, research what they’ve sold for, write a description of the item, and than finally post it. None of this is including the cardboard, tape, and bubble wrap you need to use on every single item to ship. Another additional cost. Lastly, eBay “recommends” roundabout shipping for certain items, so we were just going with their recommendations at first. Until we go to print a shipping label and it’s an extra $10 to ship. We soon learned after getting burnt on a bunch of items eBays shipping system and to this day we rarely ever have to pay out of pocket anymore. I figure on every $100 we make we profit about $20-25 take home if everything goes as planned. Oh, and this doesnt include all the taxes we have to pay for selling items.

It’s what we enjoy doing. Learning the history, making something mechanically or physically working again, but there’s just a lot more that goes into it than you would think. It’s not just buy low and sell high. 

Once we got the hang of eBay we decided to open an eBay store. It’s a monthly cost to keep it open but it cuts down costs on final value fees by about 3%. Its completely customizable and you can interact with your buyers and remain more organized among other things. Every little bit helps. 

I can say what we love about eBay:

1. The following- You have eyes from across the globe on your product and your brand. This is the biggest and best site to sell on.

2. The customers- Sure everyone is looking for a bargain but we have met some great people along the way, and have had return buyers. Plus we get satisfaction out of seeing our items go all around the world.

3. Easy Use- Whether listing an item, or tracking it, or printing a shipping label it’s not complicated at all once you learn the ropes. Some other sites we’ve tried are like torture trying to post a single item. Also as an ebay shop owner it helps being able to see the analytics and financial reports to help grow your business.

And now what we hate about eBay:

1. The lowballers- Like I said everyone is looking for a bargain, and we are ALWAYS negotiable, but some people are just so unrealistic its frustrating. No I will not sell you a $200 item for your offer of $5.50. This is a daily occurrence for us. You have to laugh.

2. The fees- Ebay can do what they want because they are the best. Some months we paid so many fees we would have been better off paying rent at a storefront. (We’ve since been able to cut down a little on fees with our own little system we created)

3. The eBay buyer protection program- Ebay has a great program if you’re a buyer, but as sellers it doesn’t work out in your favor. We’ve had multiple items (We literally wrapped with a full roll of bubble wrap) arrive broken. Some people are just scam artists which we’ve learned and others just the delivering company must have played soccer with our box. Whatever the reason though, eBay protects that buyer and your items and money is down the drain. 

Unfortunately as of late eBay has become inundated with tons of reproduction and cheap bulk alibaba items. I think they can care less because money is money, and if it sells than good for them. I can remember being a child when eBay first launched. My dad was and still is a collector of many items from Sports to Disney to Movie Memorabilia. I’d sit with him when an auction would be ending and he’d bid with others bidding all in the final seconds and somehow he always won whatever auction he wanted. He had some system with an old clock and calculating the seconds, and he’d bid with literally a second left and win the auction. This was before they had any of the computer equipment they have today. Now you can actually buy programs to win an ebay auction by a cent, which lets you win the auction but not overpay. Back then everything was genuine. The sellers, the bidders, the items. You could find deals and trust the items. On top of all that the selling fees were nothing like they are today. Now I see people making millions (yes millions) of dollars selling fake signs made in India. Or you could just buy 1000 tweety bird license plates thru the alibaba website for a thousand bucks and sell them for $5 a piece on eBay. More on that on a second.

The petroliana community (gas and oil sign collectors) have a deep hatred for these sellers. There’s even a black list of sellers eBay names floating around that is updated monthly. So basically this is how it works- these people mass reproduce gas, oil, auto, and soda porcelain signs. If you’ve ever seen American Pickers you know these signs can be very expensive. The more rare-the more money. They literally have a factory pumping out reproduction porcelain signs that are so good to the naked eye its almost impossible to tell if it’s authentic or fake, especially thru internet pictures. They even go as far as to make rust and rub dirt on them to make them look authentic. They use words like “RARE” “OLD” “ANTIQUE” or “AMAZING” but never ever say it’s authentic, or real, or original. These signs sell for thousands and thousands of dollars everyday, with tons of bidders on them. It just shows that even the experts aren’t sure what is real or not. I know we (only once) have bought a reproduction sign, and also many people we know have bought tons of them. They are starting to flood the market and by them being made so well to look authentic it’s a tough hobby to be in. I can talk about this for days, so maybe I’ll do a full blog on it upcoming if anyone is interested? Well see…

The alibaba items are another part of eBay that I really don’t like. Just my opinion. Some of the stuff is cool and cheap but it’s kinda like shopping in a dollar store. Yes, you can buy a car cell phone charger for a dollar but it probably won’t work after a month, and then you say to yourself “Well, whatever it was just a dollar”. Same thing with these bulk items that are flooding the eBay market. Searching on alibaba you can buy 1000 tweety bird license plates for $1000. Now you look at what they sell for on ebay and they go for like $5 per piece. You could definitely make some good money there but it just seems so cheap to me, and if they dont sell you have nearly a lifetime supply of tweety bird license plates that who knows what you can do with. You also have to be careful with flooding the market because after a while the buyers fade away. We learned that with 2 specific items we had bought it bulk. 

1. A Honda Magna Motorcycle Key Chain- Crazy right? It was a cheap little plastic key chain shaped as a motorcycle and it said Honda on it. We found a sealed bag with like 50 of these things, got em cheap, and listed one. The original key chain sold for around $25 and as time went on the price went lower and lower. We still have about 20 of these and we cant even give them away for our $7.99 asking price now. We still made out on them either way.

2. Pepsi Pinwheel Snapback Hats- these hats were never put out to the public to buy and they were only for Pepsi Cola Delivery drivers to wear in the 80’s. We found 4 sealed brand new hats. The first one we got close to $130! For a hat! We just recently sold our final one for a measely $50. Still pretty expensive but no where near what we originally got.

Those examples are just to show what flooding the eBay market will do. The collectors get their item, and then the next collector gets it, and then the next, but after all those collectors have that piece you get stuck with the bulk and can’t give them away. So its a very risky business buying in bulk and selling on eBay and you definitely have to walk a fine line and time it the right way. You have to mix it up and keep the inventory different which is what we always try to do. 

I guess to sum it all up, we’ve had a major love/hate relationship with eBay. I remember the day we made our first big sale. We were actually both working in our office and a guy made a solid offer on a street sign we recently picked, we countered and met him in the middle point of his offer and our asking price. He accepted, and we were so pumped that day. I mean we were straight high fiving and chest bumping pumped. The guy we originally bought the sign from literally was going to use the sign for scrap metal and we convinced him to sell it to us. He looked at us like we were nuts when we shelled out money for that sign, but it did pay off in the end. That first big eBay sale gave us that feeling that we could do this. Than we got our first positive feedback review, than our first return customer, and so on. Whether we are at a point that we love or hate eBay, it has played an important role as to where we are as a company today, but its definitely something we may not want to do forever, and being dubbed a Top Rated Seller shows the hard work and dedication we’ve put into online selling. With nearly 100 positive reviews and 0 negatives, I’d say people either like us or the product, and whichever it is, we’ll continue to chug along.

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all of them

1. What are your nicknames? What do you prefer to be called?- Tori, T, pretty much whatever idk2. What books on your shelf are begging to be read?- none of them lol but I do want to read on the road at some point soon, and travels with Charlie3. How often do you doodle? What do your doodles look like?- once or twice a day, and they’re mostly ink on this little notebook4. What do you do if you can’t sleep at night? Do you count sheep? Toss and Turn? Try to get up and do something productive?- I don’t do anything haha I just lay there5. How many days could you last in solitary confinement? How would you do it?- a good week or two as long as I had things to occupy myself with6. Do you save old greeting cards and letters? Throw them away?- I save just about all of them7. Who is the biggest pack rat you know?- me ha8. When making an entrance in to a party, do you make your presence known? Do you slip in and look for someone you know? Do you sneak in quietly and find a safe spot to roost?- nah I don’t really care if people are looking at me or know I’m there or whatever but they still do somehow lol9. What is your strongest sense? If you had to give one up, which would it be?- probably my eyesight, aaaaand probably my ability to smell10. How many times a day do you look at yourself in the mirror?- barely ever ha my appearance doesn’t mean SHIT11. What is the strangest thing you believed as a child?- maybe that I’d get sucked down the drain whenever my nan drained the tub 12. What is one guilty pleasure you enjoy too much to give up?- barbecue chicken anything13. Who performs the most random acts of kindness out of everyone you know?- nobody I know lol14. How often do you read the newspaper? Which paper? Which sections?- haven’t touched one in years15. Which animals scare you most? Why?- none really haha16. Are you more likely to avoid conflict or engage it head-on?- avoid it17. What was the most recent compliment you’ve received and savoured?- uhh I don’t remember haha probably something about being cute idk18. What is something about yourself that you hope will change, but probably never will?- nothing I’m pretty much happy where I am ha. I could be less stubborn but it’s not something that eats at me19. Are you a creature of habit? Explain.- uhh am I? Haha20. Are you high maintenance? Explain.- not at all. we can not talk for a month and I’d still be like “yeah we’re close”.. not unless you’re dating me haha21. When was the last time you really pushed yourself to your physical limits?- like never lol22. Do you have a whole lot of acquaintances or just a few very close friends? Why?- tonsssss23. Are you more inclined to “build your own empire” or unleash the potential of others?- neither ha24. What’s a strange occurrence you’ve experienced but have never (or rarely) shared with anyone?- once when I was little I started playing with this little girl at the beach and then her dad invited us both to get ice cream and like halfway off he beach my step dad scooped me upI almost got abducted because I wanted ice cream and like ten years later I’m here hating ice cream25. What do you think about more than anything else?- how much I fucking hate the idea of being on my own or doing anything other than just having fun while simultaneously wanting to live in the city and idk figure something else out26. What’s something that amazes you?- how the world could literally anytime, also sunsets27. Do you prefer that people shoot straight with you or temper their words? Why?- just me straight up pLEase it’ll save us like three hours28. Where’s your favourite place to take an out-of-town guest?- the cityyyyy29. What’s one thing you’d rather pay someone to do than do yourself? Why?- uhh30. Do you have a catchphrase?- “I have my moments / occasionally”31. What’s your reaction towards people who are outspoken about their beliefs? What conditions cause you to dislike or, conversely, enjoy talking with them?- I can’t staNd it.. I just wish people could like, calm down lol.. I wouldn’t care as much if people didn’t make it so pressing32. How and where do you prefer to study?- I don’t ha33. What position do you sleep in?- on my right side curled up34. What’s your all-time favourite town or city? Why?- New York.. probably because it’s the only one I’ve been to35. What are the top three qualities that draw you to someone new?- if they’re different, if they laugh at my jokes and give versa, and if they’re welcoming36. How has your birth order/characteristics of siblings affected you?- it really hasn’t lol37. If you could eliminate one weakness or limitation in your life, what would it be?- none38. If you could restore one broken relationship, which would it be?- none39. If you had to change your first name, what would you change it to?- not sure40. Do you believe ignorance is bliss? Why or why not?- I sure do haha.. cant be upset about something if you don’t pay it any attention (to be clear, this doesn’t apply to relationships lol)41. What do you consider unforgivable?- cheating and murder42. Have you forgiven yourself for past personal failures? Why or why not?- nah why should I? They got me where I am now43. How difficult is it for you to forgive someone who refuses to apologize?- mildly but I always cave haha44.Do you hold any convictions that you would be willing to die for?- convictions? nope45. To what extent do you trust people? Explain.- all too much lol, when I was 13 I met a 20 year old and we went for a joyride46. In what area of your life are you immature?- accepting things for how they are47. What was the best news you ever received?- when I was 10 I got Taylor swift tickets and I cried over the phone with my mom haha48. How difficult is it for you to be honest, even when your words may be hurtful or unpopular?- not too difficult, it’s gotten me bumped up before49. When did you immediately click with someone you just met? Why? What was the long term result? Conversely, are you close with anyone now that you really disliked at first?- my girlfriend and I just kinda hit it off and just never stopped talking, for like a year… and now we’re together sooooo :D50. When do you find yourself singing?- when I like the song that’s on lol