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The intuitive types in a reality show PT 2
  • *down stairs in the bedroom*
  • INTP: *quietly puts up periodic table poster on wall*
  • ENFP: haha oh my gosh, INTP, you're such a nerd ^_^
  • INTP: Oh, I find the periodic table quite interesting...
  • INTJ: *folding clothes across the room and looks towards INTP* well, Mendeleev is still considered an incredible genius so, I understand your interest
  • INFP: I hope you guys don't mind my posters! *puts up ten posters of different pop bands* I love them alllll *hugs wall*
  • ENFP: oh my goshhhh we should have like a party tonight! And you can be our DJ!
  • INTJ: I hate parties, and this time, I can't even escape from it since it's IN MY HOUSE.
  • ENFP: *huggles INTJ* you'll like it! You're amongst friends! And most importantly, you have meeeee!!
  • INFP: I like that idea! let's go tell the guys upstairs! *runs off*
  • INTP: but...I don't want...
  • INTJ and INTP: *exchanges nervous glances*
  • *INFP bursts into the bedroom upstairs*
  • ENTJ: No, oh my gosh, your poster cannot be there, because-
  • INFJ: excuse me, but I want it here so that when I wake up, I can see those motivational words! It'll start my day off well
  • ENFJ: ohh hey, INFP, you guys settled in, yet?
  • INFP: yeah, I was wondering if you would like to accept ENFP's invitation to a party tonight!
  • ENTJ: what? a party?
  • INFP: yeah, just down stairs ^.^ I'm gonna be the DJ
  • ENTP: Yeah, I'm so down!
  • INFJ: well, okay, at least I know most of you well
  • ENTJ: sounds great, just start the music when you want us down
  • ENFJ: since I'm done, I'll go help set up downstairs
  • INFP: okay, ENFJ, come with us! I will see you guys later!
Preference 21: He's a virgin
  • Ashton: The night he pauses his lips against yours, his hands holding your hips, and says, "I'm ready," is the night that makes your heart race a little bit faster at the sound of his words. You were about to be his first, and you felt a lot of pressure on that. The quiver in his gaze set you to work at making him feel at ease. He gingerly undid the buttons of your blouse, and smiled up at you. "Are you sure?" you asked. He leaned in, pressing his nose to yours, "I'm sure that you're the first girl I've ever loved, yes."
  • Calum: You're taken aback when Calum reaches beneath your shirt, and undoes the clasp of your bra with expertise. You pull back from his lips, raising your eyebrow at him in confusion. He parts his lips in a cheeky grin, and slides closer to you, pressing his chest firmly to yours, "Baby girl, I'm done waiting, I need you." His eyes are dark and sincere, the same tone held in his voice. You remain silent, simply nodding your head, and letting him take the lead.
  • Luke: His hands tremble as he cups the side of your face, leaning more into the kiss. "Luke, are you okay?" you question when you feel the hesitation in his touch. He nods sheepishly, "Uh, y-yeah, I just, I think I want to go to the next step...with you." You can't help but smile at the sight of his timidness; you take his hand with yours, and pull him from the couch. You wrap your arms around his neck, and rise to your tiptoes, "If that's what you want, then follow me."
  • Michael: He licked his lips hungrily as you walked towards him; an unfamiliar shade of lust dusting his irises as he grabbed your waist. He lowered his lips to yours, and you melded into the kiss. "I think it's time," he nearly growled into your mouth. You were momentarily unsure of what he meant until he gripped the curve of your ass with his hand, pulling you closer to him. You agreed to his suggestion with a tug to his hair, and capturing his lower lip between your teeth.