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Shitty knows way too much about housing codes and property law.  He initially learned property law to save the Haus from being condemned, but then he realized that reading archaic, flowery law opinions while high was the most fucking hilarious thing ever.  Everyone at his law school is confused by and a little afraid of Mr. B. Knight, because while no one else wants to touch all those old, mostly nonsensical British common law cases, Shitty eats that shit up

anonymous asked:

Hi! Your blog is so helpful! I was wondering if you could share, or direct to a post with this, a list of common phrases used through text (or even here on tumblr) with friends? Not abbreviations necessarily, but my friend and I try to text in spanish and I can only say "no puedo" or "dios mio" so often 😂 I guess I'm asking about reaction phrases? If you can't, no worries! I love your blog all the same ☺️❤️ GRACIAS!!

Reaction phrases ;)

  • ¿En serio? / ¿De verdad? - Really?
  • No puede ser - No way / It can’t be
  • No puedo creerlo - I can’t believe it
  • ¡Dios mío! - OMG!
  • ¡Pobrecito! - poor thing!
  • ¡Genial! - cool!

Phrases with “¡Qué …!”

This works as “How …!” in English. It can also be translated as “That’s …!”

  • ¡Qué bonito! - How pretty! / That’s pretty!
  • ¡Qué interesante! - How interesting! / That’s interesting!
  • ¡Qué romántico! - How romantic! / That’s romantic!
  • ¡Qué gracioso! / ¡Qué chistoso! - How funny! / That’s funny!
  • ¡Qué bien! / ¡Qué bueno! - How good! / That’s good!
  • ¡Qué mal! - How bad! / That’s bad!
  • ¡Qué feo! - How ugly! / How bad! / That’s ugly/bad!
  • ¡Qué horrible! - How horrible! - That’s horrible!
  • ¡Qué terrible! -  How terrible! / That’s terrible!
  • ¡Qué miedo! - How scary! / That’s scary!

You can add any adjective you want. :)

You can also add a noun

  • Qué interesante libro - What an interesting book
  • Qué aburrida película - What a boring movie
  • Qué graciosa foto - What a funny picture
  • Qué malas noticias - What a bad news

Other conversational phrases

  • Eso creo / Creo que sí - I think so
  • No creo / Creo que no - I don’t think so
  • ¿A qué te refieres? - What do you mean? 
  • ¿Qué quieres decir? - What do you mean? (same as previous one)
  • Quiero decir que … - I mean that …
  • No es cierto - That’s not true
  • Es broma - I’m kidding / It’s a joke
  • Estoy bromeando - I’m kidding
  • ¿Qué pasa? - What’s going on?
  • ¿Qué pasó? - What happened? 
  • ¿Qué te pasa? - What’s wrong with you?
  • ¿Qué te pasó? - What happened to you? 

:)

xntp-whoa  asked:

What are some good questions to ask yourself in figuring out your own type?

What am I most comfortable doing [in a dominant position]?

a) centering myself and following my ethical beliefs without fear of censorship from or offending others (Fi; IXFP)

b) detached analysis and system building my perception of the outer world (Ti; IXTP)

c) predicting future patterns, inventing personal symbolism, and having faith in my greater over-reaching vision (Ni; INXJ)

d) recalling past events with clarity and trusting that my personal experience will help me succeed through careful exploration of new concepts (Si; ISXJ)

e) getting people to work together for the greater good, sharing my feelings in ways that confront the problem or resolve issues and asserting my opinion (Fe; EXFJ)

f) taking charge in a situation as a leader when required, sharing my facts and organizing the environment to accomplish a swift resolution or goal (Te; EXTJ)

g) trusting my natural ability to innovate without warning, change my mind mid-stream, or come up with creative new interpretations of patterns and data, because I see beyond the object to what it could be (Ne; ENXP)

h) free and easy engagement with the environment, in order to challenge myself and others to better enjoy the moment and take part in affecting immediate change, without needing time to adjust to a new environment (Se; ESXP)

How do I tend to communicate my feelings?

a) as they happen and with confidence because I know both how to express myself and comfort other people (high Fe; FJ)

b) as they happen but I cannot always control it and struggle to know what to say to comfort other people (low Fe; TP)

c) sometimes through bluntness, sarcasm or by telling people off; I often have to go be alone to sort out my true feelings, before I can even start to talk about them with the few people I trust with them (high Fi; FP)

d) almost always after the fact, and I may not be sure how I feel sometimes, so I might push aside my feelings to ‘get the job done’ and have a private breakdown later where no one else can see (low Fi; TJ)

What is my worst weakness?

a) remembering details or having a solid perception of other people, and especially myself (inferior Si; ENXP)

b) interacting with the physical environment in ways that do no harm to myself or others and/or extreme laziness / lack of motivation to act (inferior Se; INXJ)

c) developing a singular worst case scenario vision for the future, and feeling trapped by it so that I cease healthy interaction with the present (inferior Ni; ESXP)

d) being afraid to let go of ‘what I know / was taught’ in favor of new ideas, and/or creating a thousand ways this will go terribly under stress (inferior Ne; ISXJ)

e) not understanding the strength of my own feelings and ethics, and becoming highly emotional and passive-aggressive under stress (inferior Fi; EXTJ)

f) throwing tantrums and losing my temper and/or wanting people to like me, even though I feel totally at a loss as to how to interact with their feelings (inferior Fe; IXTP)

g) complaining that other people are ‘irrational’ while being unable to detach from my strong feelings in order to question my own perceptions and judgments; a tendency to either over-analyze useless things or dismiss the need to understand other people in favor of judging them (inferior Ti; EXFJ)

h) becoming a drill sergeant under stress, with outbursts of bossiness, criticism, and bluntly shared truths directed at other people to shame them (inferior Te; IXFP)

I recommend focusing both on your strengths (dom) and weaknesses, as well as how you communicate with others.

- ENFP Mod

I don’t want to be angry anymore. I want to be calm. I want to stop hurting people and blowing up all the time. I hate myself for it. It’s straining my relationship. It’s made my mom cry. I just lose it and blow up on anyone that’s near me when I’m mad and I know it isn’t fair but I feel like I can’t control it, and every time I go off I just get more angry at myself and it makes it worse. My anger is out of control and I don’t know how to fix it. I feel like the worst piece of shit.
—  Posted by Anonymous

fridahidle  asked:

What is some of the mistakes people do becouse of there functions?

High:

Ne: failing to choose one idea and strengthen it, or refusing to consider the dark side of someone else.

Se: failing to consider the consequences of momentary passions, pleasures, and pursuits, or to be careful with their precious life.

Te: failing to consider that not everything can be dealt with or explained by facts and underestimating the emotional elements involved.

Fe: failing to establish an identity of self, instead of mirroring other people, or shaming others who do not agree with you.

Ni: failing to realize your perception of truth or reality is not true to reality, and a tendency to seek a single over-encompassing belief to cover society’s many problems (everything will be fixed if only people cared more about…)

Si: failing to realize that your subjective perception of what happened isn’t what actually happened, and allowing resistance to change to make you miss new possibilities, ideas, and experiences.

Ti: failing to see that your perception of logic is not always objectively logical, with a tendency to dismiss other people’s emotions because you see them as a “faulty” system.

Fi: failing to find compassion for those whose behaviors you despise, and the inability to relate to others without sharing their direct experiences.

Low:

Ne: failing to read others’ motivations, developing weird conspiracy theories, and having a pessimistic attitude toward the unseen future.

Se: failing at attempts to act in the moment, miscalculating situations and one’s ability to act within them, and infrequent recklessness.

Te: failing to know whether what you are putting your efforts into will help you reach your goals or finish your project, and the tendency to develop an authoritarian / black and white method of handling problems.

Fe: failing to react properly to others feelings, or handle your own, while sometimes bending your values to obtain others’ praise.

Ni: failing to realize that your subjective view of the future is irrational, developing a “worst case scenario” attitude toward the future (ie, I’m doomed), and being defensive over your singular theories.

Si: failing to realize your personal experiences matter and you should take them into consideration, but that you lack an objective assessment of what actually happened.

Ti: failing to see you are wasting time analyzing things that won’t fix the problem, a tendency to not admit that some of your logic is irrational.

Fi: failing to accept behavior that doesn’t align with your values, a tendency to force your values onto others, and being upset over minor insults.

- ENFP Mod

Hello Queers of Tumblr!

My name is Rami, my pronouns are he/him/his, and I’m a student at the University of Chicago. I’m currently working on a study for a sociology class about the way young members of the lgbt+ community across the globe have used tumblr not only as a social media, but also as a space to support and care for one another.

I remember how much this website was able to support me as I was coming out and trying to figure out my gender/sexual identity: Having support from everyone on this site literally changed my life. 

If you feel like the same is true for you, Please reach out! Reblog this post, send me a direct message, share this around: the more people who are aware of/can contribute to my research the better!

Important note: I will not reveal any information about you, your blog name, your location - I promise that this whole experience will keep you totally anonymous and safe. 

The Barman

Pairing: Stiles x Reader

Summary: Stiles got a new job as a barman to work his way through college. (Y/N) has just turned 21; as soon as her eyes landed on Stiles, she became fascinated by him.

A/N: Little makeout scene, arse squeezing; nothing that people don’t know about. Requests are open!

Originally posted by hothothotgg

There were two dresses to choose from; where you going to go with the sexy black dress or the red dress that made you look ten years older? “(Y/N), I think the black one.” Your best friend, Isadora, muttered before going back to curling her hair. You had your hair curled, and make up done to perfection – you loved doing make up and now that you were twenty-one, you were excited to go out to the bar on the college campus.

“The black one it is,” You mused, slipping out of your nightie and squeezing into the dress. “Damn, girl. I’m going to have to beat the lads off you tonight.” You giggled slightly, blushing as she complimented you; you couldn’t deny it but you did look great – the dress made all your assets stick out perfectly.

Isadora was a natural beauty, she had the perfect blonde hair that always had volume, straight pearl white teeth and a tan. She still did her make-up and she looked more stunning than ever. “Says the one,” You replied, teasing her as she shimmied into a gold jumpsuit pairing it with a pair of black heels. You had red heels on that matched your lipstick, “Let’s get going,” You cheered making your way to the taxi; not before double checking your appearance.

“I’ll go and get drinks,” You shouted over the loud music inside the bar, which was more of a night club. Izzie nodded, before you separated – her going to get a booth. You leaned over the bar, trying to get the barman’s attention who was an extremely handsome looking man. Tall; check. Brown eyes; check. Brown hair; check. You looked at him with admiration and you knew if he was on the other side of the bar, you’d start chatting him up. “How can I help you?” A massive grin covered your face as his eyes met yours, “Two vodkas, one red bull and one sprite.” The order fell off your tongue with ease; you and Izzie have been best friends since high school and it was always the same alcohol that you drank together. “Coming right up,” He winked, causing your heart to melt.

As he walked away, you tried to fixed your dress and made sure that your twins were the perfect shape. You looked down the long bar to see that all the females were doing the same, their eyes following ever move that this man made – some even had, what you assumed, were their boyfriends with them. “Here you go, love.” He smiled, placing the drinks in front of you. You shoved the twenty dollars note in his direction but he declined, “On the house.” You blushed and muttered a thank you before grabbing the drinks and finding Isadora who was in the company of two men.

“(Y/N),” She squealed grabbing her vodka and sprite, “This is Cameron and Jason – they’re both studying medicine.” You raised your eyebrow impressed by their studies but not by their looks. Cameron was bleached blonde, obviously dyed with a horrific tan line. Jason was on the prettier side reaching about 6’4, muscular and bright blue eyes. “Nice to meet you,” You shouted over the music, taking a sip of the drink through the straw.

Jason was chatting in your ear about the college and the party life but you couldn’t tear your eyes away from the stranger behind the bar. “Do you know him?” You suddenly cut Jason off before nodding over to the barman. He laughed and nodded, “Stiles Stilinski, he’s been working here for a few months now.” Stiles… You couldn’t help but fascinate over the name, it was odd but it suited him. “Do you want a drink?” You asked Izzie who had a full glass sitting in front of her, she shot you a weird look before turning her attention back to Cameron. Your shoulders shrunk as you downed the rest of your drink – it was your fourth one. This will be your fifth time going back up to the bar, you were too tipsy to even be embarrassed. “I’ll be back,” You muttered to no one in particular.

You took a seat on a vacant stool, waiting to get Stiles attention. There were two other barmaids working but you chose the seat closer to where he was cleaning down the counter. It was getting late, probably around one am. The bar was slowly emptying so there wasn’t much of a line. “What can I get you?” He asked, before looking up and pausing. “Vodka and red bull?” He asked chuckling slightly, your cheeks reddened as you nodded, “Please.” You shouted after him, as he went to the fridge to get a can of red bull. He placed the drink in front of you, taking the note you handed him and putting it in the till. You didn’t want to move from your spot, you looked back at your friend to see her enjoying the company of Cameron - Jason nowhere to be seen.

“Stiles,” The brown eyed beauty yelled over the music, his hand coming towards you and you shook it without hesitation, “(Y/N).” He nodded, a smile on his face. “I haven’t seen you here before.”

“I just turned twenty-one.” You grinned with excitement, your leg bouncing on the foot rest. You didn’t want to say anything stupid, so you were beyond nervous. “Can I get a beer?” A deep voice yelled from beside you, Stiles nodded before smiling at you apologetically and getting back to work. You sighed as you stood up from the stool and began your way back to Izzie.

A song by Drake came on causing you to squeal and pull your best friend to the dance floor – Cameron and Jason following. Jason placed his hands on your hip as you grinded against him, not caring that you barely knew him. You sang the lyrics at the top of your vocals, raising your hands in the air. Peeking at the bar, you spotted Stiles looking in your direction – his elbows resting on the counter top. You smiled at him before tearing yourself away from Jason’s hold, walking towards the bar.

“Fancy seeing you here,” You teased, sitting on the stool in front of Stiles. “You’ve had about eight vodkas (Y/N), how are you not vomiting?” He laughed, wiping down the counter one last time before peeling off his apron. You blushed and looked away embarrassed, not wanting to admit that you’ve only drank three of the vodkas that you purchased from him – the rest laying untouched on the table.

“I’m a heavy weight,” You laughed, “Are you finished?” He nodded and waved goodbye to the girls who were continuing their shift. “Do you want a lift home?” You looked at him with wide eyes, “I’m not a serial killer,” He found it ironic since he was doing criminal justice. You glanced back at Izzie, who was making out with Cameron on the dance floor before nodding. “Please.”

You texted Isadora quickly, knowing that she would be safe and she hasn’t drunk as much tonight before following Stiles out the backdoor. “Have a good night?” He asked, you shrugged, “The best part was meeting you.” You flirted, cringing as soon as the words left your mouth. “I did notice that you were awfully fond of me.” He chuckled, you liked how he had a sense of confidence about himself but it wasn’t too overloaded like Jason. “Well, you are gorgeous.” You mused, leaning against his car door.

His eyebrows raised as he stood in front of you, one hand resting beside your head. He was taller than you but not too tall and he had blatantly obvious muscles that girls must fawn over. “Tell me, (Y/N), how many drinks did you actually have tonight?” He bit his lip, looking down at your red stained ones before meeting your eyes. “Three,” You replied honestly and he laughed, the sound was like music to your ears. “Cute,” He mumbled, leaning closer to you.

Your heart rate picked up and your eyes fluttered closed just as his lips met yours. The kiss was soft at first, him pulling away after one second but you pulled him closer by wrapping your arms around his neck. He licked your bottom lip, begging for an entrance which you granted. You’ve been waiting all night to feel this sensation, and you never wanted it to stop. You pulled him down closer, causing him to let out a moan of pleasure.

He moved his hand down the fabric of your dress, before reaching the hem of the skirt just below your arse. He squeezed the cheeks before resting them on the back of your thigh, lifting you up with ease. Wrapping your legs around his waist, he walked over to the bonnet of the car, resting out on top of it. He kissed down your neck, you let your head fall back giving him more access.

The back door of the bar opened, a young man coming out with garbage bags which causing Stiles to pull away from you. “Should we take this somewhere?” You asked, sitting up on the bonnet, still close to his body. He nodded and helped you down, opening the passenger side door for you. “Thank you.”

You gave him directions to your shared apartment which was only a five-minute drive away. The drive was quiet with a slightly awkward aura floating around in the car. He pulled up outside the building before turning to face you, “I don’t think I should come in.” He muttered, not looking you in the eye. Your shoulders faltered and a frown covered your face. “I’m not that type of guy,” He continued, you nodded understanding where he was coming from. “How about I give you my number? I’d love to meet up for a coffee or a drink.” You said to him, grabbing a pen from the glove box and asking for his hand, where you wrote digits down. “Definitely.” He mumbled, trying to keep calm. Y

ou leaned in and pecked him on the lips, “Goodnight Stiles,” You left his car and began walking up to the front of the building.Turning to face him, you let out a laugh as you saw he fist bumped the air. His eyes widened when he seen that you saw that and he gave an embarrassed wave in which you replied with blowing a kiss in his direction.

4

“Choose Me” (ft. BTS)

Funny how the universe always finds a way of healing wounds and one of its greatest band-aids is time.


Three Years Later, New York City…
The scent of the air was definitely different, but the energy of New York is a different break from Seoul. You dragged your small suitcase behind you and searched for a familiar face in the sea of people who were also waiting for the other arrivals. You spot a petite figure holding up a cute card with your name on it.

She waves happily, “언니!”

You wave back and approached her with light steps. “Dachi! Long time no see!” You give her a one-armed hug which she returned gleefully. 

“Ah, you’re really here! Feels like yesterday when we were  overthinking this whole trip.” She laughed as she expertly led you through the airport. “You have to tell me everything! Aren’t you starving? Wanna grab a quick bite first or should we go straight where your boyfriend is?”

“He can wait. I need some food in my system.” You chuckled, while you did miss him, food comes first. “So… How’s New York? You look like you’ve adjusted pretty well over the year.”

Dachi shrugs pompously and you ruffle her hair. “I’m still me but if it weren’t for your English lessons, I would’ve evaporated.” She hails a cab and you quickly give directions to your boyfriend’s shared flat where you will be staying for the next two weeks. “There’s a really great pizza place near the flat. You should eat nothing but New York pizza today. I’ll treat you!”

You laugh and look out the window, suddenly recalling how your strange friendship with Dachi began. After the whole ruckus, Dachi had gone back to school and established her fame as a genius pianist in the university and Jin, being the nosey pants that he was, assigned you to cover Dachi’s story for one of his final student council projects. You learned then that she was just young and prone to stupidity and that you were being petty for harboring a grudge against a person who only loved to the point of insanity.

Apologies were made, introductions were properly redone and the rest was history. 

You were so lost in the memories that you hadn’t noticed that you’ve arrived. 

“You have a key, right?” Dachi asked as you two ascended the stairs. She left you to grab something in her flat which was only two floors above your boyfriend’s. 

You took in the idyllic room, remembering his strict instructions not to open the blue door on the right because that was his roommate’s room and go to the white one on the other side instead. Twisting the door open, you smiled at the immediate sight that greeted you. The room was simple and bright, much like his personality. On the bed was a bear wearing your shirt and a bouquet of peonies. 

You set your bags in a corner and went to his desk,. Finally recognizing the background, as you stood by it, that you’ve seen through countless video calls. Framed pictures of your selcas with him and that one artsy shot of you looking at each other taken by Hoseok’s girlfriend. You invited yourself over to the bed and took out the card from the peonies.

‘Ah… I have to say something romantic, but I want to see you as soon as possible, so get out of the house now.’ It said and you laughed like a lunatic.

“Y/N-unnie, let’s go! We’re going to be late.” Dachi’s voice rang through the apartment and you immediately grabbed your carry-on bag to meet her in the hallway. You linked your arms with her as you descended into the streets of downtown New York once more and though Dachi frowned at your choice of pizza, she chatted animatedly about her life in New York and her stint as a pianist for the New York City Ballet Orchestra as you both walked towards your next destination.

“Oh, by the way, Yoongi sends his regards. I guess it’s his way of saying, ‘Hi, I’m fine. Hope you’re doing okay.’” You cut through her story about missing japchae and k-pop. You saw how she tried to hide the blush that crept on her cheek. It was undeniable that she was still crushing on Yoongi after all these time.

“D-Did he really say that?” she sputtered out as you crossed at an intersection.

“Gosh, you’re so cute.” You remarked and she shot you a look before you finally said, “Yes! He’s sending his regards, but I hope you don’t get your hopes up ‘coz he’s dating someone.”

“Wh-Who said I was getting my hopes up?” she huffed and let go of your arm pretending to be mad as she walked ahead of you.

You rolled your eyes and chuckled under your breath, pulling out your phone to send a quick text when you bumped into someone, briefly losing your balance until the other person steadied you.

“Y/N?” His deep voice was as alluring as he tried to meet your eyes.

“Namjoon! What a coincidence, I was just about to text you.” You both exchanged a friendly embrace before pulling away to take in each other’s appearance. He was in a dapper suit with his signature glasses and sleeked back hair. “You look great!”

“Really?” He averted your gaze easily, the way he always did when he received compliments, and flashed you a dimpled smile when he recovered. “Thanks, so do you! It’s great to see you here in New York, Y/N and congratulations on landing that job by the way, I knew you’d get it.”

“I wouldn’t have gotten it without your help, Joonie.” You laughed, the old nickname immediately surfacing without a hint of awkwardness.

“What help? It was pure coincidence, but makes me think how small the world is. When my girlfriend saw your resume, she simply asked me out of chance and how can I not put in a good word for you after everything we’ve been through?” he shrugged, taking a sip out of a coffee cup that he’s been holding.

“You mean how I slaved under your office during senior year, Mr. President? You know what, looking back, you do owe me a few things.” You teased and he easily snickered along. “Anyway, let’s catch up soon? I’ll be going to the company to sign a few papers on Monday anyway.”

“Yeah, sure! Just let me know. I’m busy with transferring to the new firm and all that, but I can make time.”

“Okay, see you around.” You passed by each other, but when you were a few paces ahead, you turned around and called, “Hey, Attorney Kim!”

He turned to look at you with an amused smile at his newfound nickname, “I’m not an attorney yet!”

“You will be!” you held up your best ‘fighting’ pose and he shook his head in embarrassment. When he already pivoted on his way, you said in the sincerest manner, “Thank you for being my friend, Namjoon-ah.”

Suddenly, you felt Dachi grab your elbow and drag you in the opposite direction, “Let’s go! You’re so slow.”

In a matter of moments, moments that didn’t prepare you at all for the sudden influx of emotions, you were sitting in front of a stage where hours later, a huge winter gala will be held. Dachi winked at you and beamed as she sat on the piano bench. The lights dimmed and the music played for the rehearsal of one of New York’s finest dance companies. Your heart was drumming a faster rhythm than the piano accompaniment and your fingers were twitching in anticipation until finally, you saw him.

With his silver hair and fair skin, his dainty fingers… all clad in black as he flew onstage where he always felt like a thousand miles away and yet, you knew that’s exactly where he belongs. He didn’t belong to you, he never did. You were someone whose hands he held along the way and when the time came, you were the first to set him free.

And yet there you were because you said you can wait. When the music came to an end, he didn’t even spare a second and jumped off the stage, barefoot and short of breaths. He closed the distance between you in three, easy strides and gathered you in his arms to kiss you. You tried to meet him halfway, launching yourself towards him and wrapped him tight in your embrace.

His kiss was as sweet as that first drunken night years ago and your veins sung for his name as you both inhaled each other’s scent.

Park Jimin, Park Jimin, Park Jimin… your head went completely white and only his passion-colored name was imprinted in your thoughts as he kissed you deeper, his tongue caressing yours in an urgent manner. He would not have pulled away if the dance company and the orchestra hadn’t started applauding. Most of them hollering in disbelief at how cute, bubbly Jimin was locking lips with a girl they’ve never met before.

Goosebumps covered your arms when his eyes met yours. “Hi.” He barely said in his sweet tone before he went in for another kiss. “Y/N, my Y/N, you’re here.” He chanted against the crook of your neck as held you close. “I missed you so, so much. I can’t believe you’re finally here with me.”

You could tell from the way his voice cracked that he was close to tears while you were already shedding them. “You’re so clingy. We just haven’t seen each other for one and a half year…” You muttered against his chest. “…one and a half year that felt like it was 10.”

“I know, finally.” He kissed you again then kissed your forehead. “Finally, I’m right where I belong.”

“Here in this hall?”

“No, with you.” You laughed at his cheesy remark, but your heart swelled at the thought that he was longing for you as much as you were longing for him. “You’re home, my own personal home.”

“Welcome home, then, love.” You smiled and he wiped your tears away.

“I’m home.”

And when the lights, the music, the glitter and the noise of New York City died down that night, you only listened to the sound of each other’s heart as you lay in bed, skin to skin, lips to lips.

You chose a path and you were glad that it led to that one exact moment in the lifetime of moments you wish to share with Jimin.

End of Epilogue.

Genre: Angst/Fluff/Drama/Romance/CollegeAU

Pairing: ReaderxJimin

Summary: It’s the number one rule: you should never fall in love with your best friend or worse, Min Yoongi. With love in the equation, it becomes much difficult to find the right answer. Is it really true that you can’t choose who you fall in love with?

One Two Three Four Five Six Seven Eight Nine Ten Eleven TwelveThirteen Fourteen Fifteen Sixteen Seventeen Eighteen Nineteen Nineteen Point Five Twenty Twenty One Twenty Two (END) Epilogue

a/n: Hey lifetime of moments anon, I finally used your phrase! Lol here’s the epilogue I had the idea to make it longer and more comprehensive, but I guess this captured what I wanted to tell.  Not my best to be honest, but… ah, I don’t have excuses. byeeeee

Stranger

I wrote this for @scenarios-on-ice, for one of her head canons about training with Yuri. It was supposed to be just that but it’s out of control now so it’s basically a Reader/Yuri P fic where you’re part of YOI. 

If you liked this also check out my other blog @imaginegladions for Pokémon Imagine things and of course my blog for random other anime imagines.

You can find this fic on AO3.

And you can find the “Epic & Powerful” music here.

poputchik

попутчик: (n) stranger you connect to on a trip

Unlike a travel companion you’ve known before, a ‘poputchik’ is a complete stranger who happens to travel in the same direction and share your coupe on a train. You are free to open up completely to your best friend pro tempore, because you know that the person will get off at a far away stop, never to be seen again, taking your secrets safely with them…
…unless you become lifelong friends from thereon.

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Chocobro Scenarios

So a cute little idea I thought up the other night, and I thought I would write up. It got me thinking to all the different kinds of reactions people would have in this situation. But we know we can always trust in the Chocobros to support their s/o in whatever crazy plans they drag them into.


SFW with suggestive themes

Chocobros x Reader (Gender Neutral)

The Chocobros take a trip to the lingerie store with their s/o.

Noctis

  • Noctis had a rare free day to himself and his s/o asked if they could do a little shopping in the morning. Promising that they would be back by afternoon to relax for the rest of the day, and that they could even take a nap.
  • Excited about the prospect of spending time with his s/o, making them happy and getting what he wanted was a definite okay in his book. So he agreed.
  • It wasn’t his favorite thing to do, but he knew they enjoyed it, and he would never admit it. But he enjoyed spending time out in public with them, because he was able to show off what an amazing s/o he has.
  • They went into a few stores, just browsing mindlessly before his s/o decided it was time to go into the store that they had set their mind on even before the trip.
  • “Hey Noct, I want you to help me pick out a new outfit. You can pick whatever you like, okay?”
  • He gave a nod in reply and let them take his hand and bring him into a store he had never been in, or really noticed, that was across the street.
  • Walking in, he immediately knew what his s/o had dragged him into, and his face went beat red.
  • He tried to make an excuse of why he had to leave, but they weren’t having it.
  • “I thought you might like to pick something out for me to wear. Whatever you like. Just for you to see.” They say with a wink and a smirk.
  • Noctis takes a deep breath before pushing away his embarrassment and deciding it was an offer he quite liked. So he marched further into the store with confidence and started looking around.
  • Once finding something, he walked back over to them as they ideally browsed, and handed them a lacy blue and black set, complete with a corset and matching panties, along with a garter belt and black thigh highs.
  • His s/o nodded their approval before taking it in hand and going to the register to buy it.
  • Noctis followed along quietly and stood behind them, before the cashier made a comment to the prince and he took their hand as soon as they were done and took their bag, walking as fast as he could before making it outside.
  • Walking away from the store, his s/o looked up at him with a smile. “Sorry for dragging you in there, but I thought you might like to pick something you wanted out.”
  • “It’s okay, you’ll just have to make it up to me tonight.” He said with a light smirk, leading them back in the direction of their shared apartment.

Ignis

  • Ignis needed to go out to the shops and get a few things, and his s/o decided to accompany him.
  • Going through some food stalls and in and out of shops for possible potions and materials the prince or their group may need, his s/o followed behind patiently. Making idle conversation as they walked alongside him.
  • Noticing they would pass by a certain shop that peaked their interest, a small smile came to their face before turning to Ignis as he glanced at some fruit in front of a shop.
  • They grab his hand to get his attention before he turns to them with a quizzical look.
  • “Can we pop into that store over there? There’s something I think we may need to get.”
  • He looks up to the shop that they pointed to, not having remembered been there before, but not seeing any harm to take a look, especially if his s/o showed an interest. “Of course, let’s go have a check inside then.”
  • They lead him to the store and walk inside. He is quickly aware of what kind of shop it is as he looks around at all the intimate attire.
  • He just chuckled to himself as he looks at his s/o, who has a smirk on their face, knowing exactly what they would be bringing him into.
  • “I thought it may be a good idea to take a peek in here, see if there was anything you may like that I could get for you.” They say with a knowing look in their eyes.
  • “I think you made a very fine choice. I think I’ll go do just that.” He says before walking with them through the store, taking things from their place on the pegs. Holding things up next to them to see how it may look, checking for good colors and sizes. Taking this opportunity to pick something he knew would be perfect for them.
  • Finally deciding on an ensemble, one which was a matching red set with silk bra and panties, along with a little silk and transparent robe to go on top.
  • Happy with his pick, he went to buy his selection for his s/o, insisting on paying for it himself. Before it was put in a bag and handed back off to him.
  • Exiting the shop, he heads back in the direction to their apartment.
  • “Are we heading back? I didn’t think you were done shopping.”
    “It seems I have more important things to attend to back home. I’d like to sort and look at the purchases we made before I assess what else I may need to buy.”
  • His s/o was just happy Iggy was as excited as them to try on their newly bought articles. He was bound to love it. And it made them even more excited to think Ignis planned to purchase more of the kind, in the future.

Prompto

  • Having gone out on a lunch date with his s/o, they were wandering around the town, just browsing the surrounding shops.
  • Prompto seeing a thing or two, or a store that they would check in to see what they may have to offer.
  • Before he asked his s/o if there was any store they had wanted to look into.
  • They had just the idea.
  • It was a little bit of a distance, but since it was a nice day out, and Prompto loved spending time with his s/o just walking around and talking with no plans to be had, he didn’t mind.
  • They walked up to a shop that had no indication to what it might be, but as far as Prompto could tell, it was a clothing store.
  • But he didn’t mind either way, happy to go wherever his s/o wanted to go.
    Hand in hand, they led him into the shop.
  • It was instant realization as soon as they walked in the door exactly what kind of store it was. And it was just as instant the Promptos freckled cheeks lit up in a deep blush.
  • Standing stock still, his s/o had to convince him to walk further into the store with him, but he was so nervous he found it hard to do anything but stay still.
  • “Pick out anything you want, I want to wear whatever will make you happy, whatever you would enjoy the most. And I’ll buy it. This is all for you.”
  • He needed a minute to collect his thoughts that immediately went to a less innocent mindset, before he nodded slightly and bravely walked further in the store.
  • It took some prompting, but he eventually wasn’t so embarrassed as he saw other couples probably with similar intentions as his s/o’s.
  • And after some thought, he had decided on an outfit that he thought would compliment them the best, and could only think about how much he wanted to see them in it.
  • Picking a forest green, lacy and transparent one piece, he paired it with a darker green short skirt and white thigh highs, before handing it to his s/o to take up to the register to purchase.
  • Although he was nervous to be there, he could only think about how amazing they would look in what he picked out for them.
  • After paying and bagging the new outfit, they head out the door. Prompto grabs their hand and starts off to home at a faster pace than their leisurely walk they had been on before.
  • “Someone in a hurry?” They say with a chuckle.
  • “Of course! So let’s hurry home.” He says with a slight blush to his cheeks again, but you weren’t gonna complain. When you surprised him with things like this, he was always easily excited to see them through.

Gladio

  • Unlike most, Gladio was very straight forward and wasn’t afraid to show his attraction for his s/o, even in public.
  • So that morning they had asked if he’d like to accompany out for a little shopping, being they had a day to themselves for once.
  • Gladio shrugged, not minding the idea of strolling through town in the shops with them, he hadn’t much else planned for the day.
  • So the both go into town around noon, walking through the streets with his arm around his s/o’s waist, pointing out things of interest.
  • As they walked, his s/o noticed a little shop up ahead that they knew would be a good idea to check out again with a certain boyfriend that had accompanied them today.
  • “Hey Gladio, I thought we could go check out that shop over there.” They say, pointing to a store Gladio didn’t recognize. But he agreed nonetheless, seeing no harm in looking inside, and it was his s/o’s idea to walk around and check out shops anyways.
  • They stepped inside and as soon as Gladio got a good look around, he let out a hearty laugh before turning to you with a wide smirk that showed off his teeth.
  • “Its like you know me too well babe. How did you know I wanted to get you a new outfit?”
  • “You mumbled something the last time, the other night, so I thought we could come check out this shop, and I’d let you pick out whatever you want.” They say with a wink, motioning to the store with a wave.
  • “You’re the best.” He takes their hand and walks along, scouring through the store for possible new choices he had yet to see them in.
  • There was a large selection but in the end, he found something he had the most pull towards. A black, lace up corset with matching black panties, and fishnets that he just couldn’t say no too.
  • Knowing him well, as his s/o passed by another section, they picked up a pair of heels to before heading to check out and buy their items.
  • And once his s/o’s items were bagged, he took it for them and headed back outside into the street.
  • All the while, Gladio whispered things he would do once his s/o got back home and was able to model their purchase for him.
  • It was his s/o who grabbed his hand and walked in a fast pace to get back to their apartment.
  • “If you end up ruining this new outfit like the last, you’re buying me two new pairs.”
  • “Well you better start deciding what you want when we go back there again in the next few days babe. Because you know I won’t hold back.”
  • There was no objection from his s/o as they hurried home.

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Behind Closed Doors (M) // Im Jaebum

Originally posted by defsouljayb

Pairing: Jaebum x Reader (Ft. Jackson, Youngjae + Mark)

Genre: Heavily suggestive, Smut-Comedy

Summary//Request: Wanting to have a little sexy time alone with your boyfriend at GOT7′s dorms turns out to be a disaster with Jackson, Youngjae and Mark accidentally eavesdropping.

This scenario is rated M for Mature as it contains suggestive content and slight smut.

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