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anonymous asked:

How do you counter the "(im)proper grammar" argument when it comes to they/them pronouns? My mom and ESPECIALLY my stepdad always revert to that if I keep correcting them when using the wrong ones and it's incredibly frustrating and hurtful. I say people use they singularly all the time, language is always changing, but it's when someone points it out that it bothers you. And that if they gave it time it would feel as normal as the old ones do. Idk what else to say to counter it. Any ideas/tips?

Well, you’re absolutely right! Singular “they” is in use a lot! And language really is always changing. I don’t have a link to the post, but there’s a great example of an old century rant on the use of singular “you” instead of thee or something, and look at us now. 

However, since your family seems so resistant to the idea, I doubt a lack of “proof” is really the issue here. You could probably present them with a five page research essay on the use of they/them pronouns and they’d still argue. Honestly, my advice is just to keep doing what you’re doing. Keep reminding them, correcting them, and one day it’ll sink in for them, you know? I’m sorry I can’t be more helpful, but I’m afraid we’ll always encounter people who are resistant to the idea. Not everyone thinks the same, though. You’ll find people who understand.

radientwings  asked:

Hey! So I LOVED your 'Imagine Azriel' post omg. I loved it so much that I kinda wrote a drabble based on it and I was going to post it but then I noticed that you said 'imma write that fanfiction' and I totally thought it just said 'write' (like as in others should). So, I was wondering if you would be ok with me still posting it? (I was going to reblog your post and add it to it.) I totally understand if you wouldn't want me to, since it was YOUR idea and I really wouldn't want to steal it <3

Em of course you can put ur fanfiction up. Yeah they ‘write’ was there as in, I will write it but also others should too. Please tag me in it because I have not seen nearly enough Elriel drabbles and fanfic. 😘😘😘 Thanks for your comment swell tho. Glad to know it was as cute as I thought it was.

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8 reasons why we love Regina Mills (insp)

happy birthday @freifraufischer​!

15 more ideas for your BOS!

Since our last list went down so well, we thought we would put our heads together and think of 15 more ideas for your book!

Let’s get started, in no particular order:

1.       Something to protect your book, I can’t believe this was not on our previous list! Bless your book/protective sigils, something to protect from wandering or prying eyes.

2.       Update your path page (if you have one, or start one) basically saying what your path is, and what is important to you – know this was in the other list, but we believe our practice changes from one year to the next so keep it updated.

3.       Do you have an altar? If so how about a section dedicated to it? How you set it up for ritual, for each sabbat/season (if it changes), life events, for offerings! Keep all that info together, and add pictures and photos.

4.       An ancestor page, where are your ancestors from? Is there anyone you would like to honour? Anyone who has really shaped who you are as a person? Write about them.

5.       Familiars, do you have one? What do you know about them? Have you had one in the past? Write about it.

6.       Tools. Write a list of the tools that are in your practice and how you use them, keep it updated.

7.       Rites/rituals/blessings/recipes that mean something to you and your practice, or ones that you have done, and how they went.

8.       A list of any active charges, wards, sigils that you have running at the moment.

9.       How you meditate

10.   How you ground yourself

11.   How you centre yourself

12.   How you create a sigil

13.   Have you had experience with spirits, done any spirit work? Write about it?

14.   Have you got experience with binding? Or banishing? Write about them.

15.   Draw/paint/be creative.

16.   Bonus! Have you picked up any witchy life hacks? Or little witchy tips? Write them all down in one place.

amie.

Some kind of AU where Dominator is inspired by Big Brother from 1984 by G.O
Dayum I love this book <3 And I just wanted to try to some fake propaganda poster to try new things and because I need more sci-fi/distopia universes in my life.
I’m not that much active in WoY Fandom but I needed to show this idea anyway wouhou!

Sweet Valentine // Spencer Reid x Reader

“That’s sickening,” you commented with a grin as a bouquet of flowers was delivered to JJ right in front of you. She chuckled, aware of the fact you were joking and simply waved the comment away.

“Will is just sweet,” she replied. Your grin grew bigger at the fact JJ couldn’t hide the growing blush on her cheeks. She and Will had been together for a while now and yet he always seemed to find a way to fluster her. Watching JJ receive little gifts was something the whole office had come to enjoy.

“You’re just mad cause you don’t have a date lil mama,” Morgan commented with a smile. You scoffed as you swiveled your chair around in order to face him.

“I don’t need a date. I have Emily and Reid this year,” you replied with a smug smirk. The three of you were the singles of the group and after much convincing, you’d managed to have them agree to an anti-valentine’s day.

“About that…” Emily replied guiltily.

“Emily! Did you seriously get a date at the last minute?? What happened to all of us agreeing to boycott Valentine’s Day by spending it getting drunk together?!” You exclaimed in disbelief.

“Okay one- we did not agree to boycott. We only agreed to spend the day together since none of us had dates, and two-the drinking thing was your idea. Not that I wouldn’t mind getting completely wasted although I do worry about Reid if you continue that plan,” she laughed. “Sorry babe, I got asked out and I just couldn’t say no.”

“Looks like it’s just you and Reid now,” JJ replied with a wiggle of her eyebrows. You rolled your eyes at the gesture, knowing well that she always pictured the two of you together. You couldn’t deny the fact you’d developed some feelings for the man, but expecting Spencer to make a move was like waiting for rain in a drought. It wasn’t likely to happen any time soon.

“I guess I’ll have to let him know it’s just the two of us,” you replied as you shot Emily a look through narrowed eyes. She smiled brightly, her eyes shining with mischief.

“I already let him know last night,” she replied.


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The Name Game

The Name Game (m)

Word count: 3.1k

Genre/warning: smut, literally no plot - I legit was having some Tae feels and wanted a dirty talk, fuckboy one shot. So this is the result.

Also for my baby girl, @borderlinehc hope you enjoy. 

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

Summary: You invite some of your friends over for a small party. When a tame night in turns into a dirty one. Your friend Hoseok comes up with a fun game for you all to participate in.

You were rushing around your house getting everything ready at the last possible second. It was only some of your closest friends coming over but you still wanted the house to look good. Especially if Taehyung might show up. He said he had to work but he would try and get his shift covered. You felt like such a teenager but you really did have such a big thing for him.

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Nerves - Smut

Originally posted by redstringbughead

Author: @dumbass-stilinski
Rating: NSFW 18+
Pairing: Stiles Stilinski/Reader
Words: 2,414
AN: Hey look! I’m not dead! Thanks for being patient with me these past few weeks, I was in a weird place and it’s just been hard for me to get into the mood to write, but it seems as if I’m back in the groove. Yay! This was written for @sarcasticallystilinski and @rememberstilinski‘s lacrosse week, so make sure you watch their blogs for some more of our favorite team, the Beacon Hills Cyclones! Also special thanks to those of you who have been encouraging me like @celestial-writing, @ninja-stiles and @thelittlestkitsune. And thanks to @writing-obrien for helping me when I got stuck, I love you all!!



“I’m so nervous.” Stiles said quietly from beside you, his knuckles white from his grip on the steering wheel.

It was his first lacrosse game, the first one where he’d actually be playing on the field, and he was extra fidgety. You reached out to rub his shoulder soothingly as he drove the familiar route to the school. “You’re gonna do great, babe. You and Scott have been practicing so much, you’re not a bad player.”

He sighed. “I’m gonna get out there and choke, I know it.” He pulled into a parking spot, turning off the ignition and sitting back, his hand over his eyes. “Maybe I’ll just fake sick.”

“No way.” You unbuckled your seatbelt and slid closer to him, your hand moving to grab his wrist and uncover his eyes. “The team needs you. You can do this, I know you can.”

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Stranger’s

Summary: You met Steve in one bar and two have a great night together.

Words: 2593

Pairing: Steve x Reader

Warnings: Drunk assholes, fuffly, and smut.

You never minded to do things alone, you actually enjoyed it a lot. Going to the movies or shopping was, even more, fun to you when you are alone because you were the one in control. But you are starting to thinking that coming to this bar alone wasn’t your best idea.

Since you arrived at the bar, this is the fourth guy who hit on you in one hour. The first guy insisted on paying for your drink and after you declined several times he went away, the second was nice when you said you weren’t interested he went away without questioning you. The third one was insistent  but after hearing about your fake boyfriend he let you enjoy your drink alone.

The fourth asshole, Mike didn’t leave you alone. You told him that you weren’t interested, that you could pay for your own drinks and that you had a boyfriend but no, he wasn’t having any of it.  “Come on baby, your boyfriend doesn’t have to know… I can show you a really good time.”

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Imagine an entire Star Trek show about a group of people who aren’t members of the bridge crew or one of the higher ups, and each week it’s them trying to do their job while crazy shit happens that they don’t really understand, like:

  • They get an announcement from their superior officers that goes “You may notice a child walking around the ship in a captain’s uniform. That is in fact the captain and is to be treated the same as always. We’re quickly working on a solution.”
  • A transporter mishaps causes the chief engineer to turn into a vulcan. They try not to stare at the ears, and move on.
  • Shots of them reacting to superior officers running through the background in the midsts of a red alert that they don’t know what it’s in response to.
  • “Did you hear the away team landed on planet that had five years pass before they got them back?” “Man, I’m glad I got skipped over for that assignment.”
  • Trying to figure out if the rumor that their commander got kidnapped by an alien race that considers them their god is true or just something made up by a bridge crewman to mess with them.
  • Popping in and out of existence and taking bets on which All Powerful race it is that’s doing it and why.
  • anytime Weird Shit happens on the ship it’s never explained. why are there chickens in the Jeffrey Tubes? why does the captain have a double? why did the chief medical examiner briefly turn homicidal? they don’t know and neither do you.
  • Each episode ends with them pouring one out for the crewmembers who died that week.
Smokes - Jughead Jones

Pairing : Jughead Jones x Reader

Word Count : 1,002

Warnings : none

This isn’t my best so sorry if it felt rushed…

Requests are open

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It had been a while since you had your suspicions about Jughead smoking. Lately, his beanie and hair would leave a terrible smell of cigarette everywhere he went. Even his old jacket, which usually had the scent of his cologne , now reeked of tobacco.

You felt like your boyfriend was drifting away. Usually, Jughead said everything to you and never kept a secret to himself. It ached your heart a little that maybe your boyfriend didn’t fully trust you to tell you about his new “hobby”. Even if you were repulsed by the idea of smoking you would’ve preferred your boyfriend telling you than keeping it a secret.

It was a ravishing morning when you decided to go on an early bike ride. The wind was blowing through your long hair and the fresh breeze was soothing on your face. The birds were chipping which made a smile appear across your lips.

Ever since your younger years, you had always loved spending time outside. Whether you were jumping in a lake or pitching a ball with your father, the outdoors was like a second home to you.

As you were making a right on the main street, an idea popped inside your mind. Since you hadn’t seen your boyfriend during the weekend, you thought paying him a visit would be a kind act to do. You knew that he loved getting up at early hours of the morning. He once told you that those precious hours were his favourite of the day. He loved the peaceful atmosphere and isolation of the morning. Your vaguely remember him telling you that his favourite color palette was the painting on the sky during dawn.

You fastened your pace and quickly made your way to Jug’s house. Arriving in front of his house, you stopped beside your bicycle and took a second to catch your breath. When you finally felt your lungs full again, you turned your attention to the boy sitting on his porch. He obviously hadn’t seen you since he was still looking down at his phone.

What you hadn’t seen, was the cigarette that was lying between his lips. Your mouth was opened, dumb-founded as your boyfriend took a long drag of the round stick before blowing out heavy white smoke. His eyes looked up and saw you, only standing a meter or two away from him.

“Hey (y/n).” He said nonchalantly,

“Hey (y/n),” You air quoted with your fingers, “That’s all you got to say to me?”

Jughead only watched you and shrugged. You sighed angrily and laid your yellow bike on his green lawn.

“I can’t believe my eyes. Out of all the people, you’re the one smoking?” You crossed your arms across your chest. “It’s really disgusting. I hope you realize that.” Your boyfriend stayed silent, resulting in you rolling your eyes. “You’re throwing your life away! Did you know that smoking is the main cause of lung cancer, heart disease and stroke? You can develop asthma from tobacco. My cousin has a respiratory disorder and let me tell you that she would give anything away to get rid of it. Is that what you want? To have asthma?” You sat next to your boyfriend, exhausted from your sudden outburst.

“You’re over dramatizing the whole situation (y/n).” You rested your head in your palm, starring worriedly at him,

“Well, ok then- just tell me how it started. Please? Maybe I could help you.” Jughead rubbed his eyes tiredly with his palms before putting down the cigarette in the ashtray that was already full.

“Yeah, okay sure. ” He took a deep breath. “My dad was out for the week, and I guess I was just prying around the house before I came across a pack of Marlboros. I smoked one or two and I just got used to it. Is that what you wanted to hear?”

“Hey,” You said suddenly more sweetly. “I’m sorry if I came across as mad or irritating, I’m just trying to look at for you.”

“At least it eases all the stresses, you know? Everything that’s been going on in Riverdale is crazy. Jason Blossom’s murder, the guys in the football team’s morbid notebook, the list goes on.” You fondled his soft brown locks. “To add on to it, Betty wants me to be a part of the Blue and Gold this year.”

“That’s some good news!” You tried lifting up the mood. Jughead frowned and fiddled with his fingers. A usual sign of frustration for him.

“It should be. The thing is, I don’t get any more time to work on my novel. And that’s what I like doing and want to do. Betty expects me to exceed on the school’s journal, but I don’t know if I can do it.” You studied his figure and noticed one of his legs slightly shaking.

“Juggie, are you sure you’re fine?” Your eyes tried finding his but it looked like he was avoiding your gaze.

“I keep saying that everything is, but then I find myself anxiously waiting for you to text me back when you get home. I get worried sick when you’re not with me. I’m scared that something bad will happen to you. Ever since it was announced publicly that Jason was murdered, I can’t stop looking at people differently. What if I came face to face with the killer and I don’t even know or realize it? To continue on there’s my writer’s block, my parents never being around- I can’t get a grip and that’s why I’m doing it.” He motioned the black ashtray with his chin.

“I’m here for you. Call me instead of smoking. Whenever you fill like picking up a cigarette, pick up your phone instead and dial my number, all right?” In answer, your boyfriend sheepishly smiled at you.

For the rest of the day, you spent your time with Jughead. Ever since, you sometimes get random calls in the middle of the night from a very familiar caller ID.

Photoshoot 

Summary: Your anxiety gets the better of you doing a photoshoot for an undercover mission and Bucky checks up on you, wonder what happened.

Warnings: anxiety attack, sexual tension, fluff, oral (reader receiving), fingering

A/N: It’s Bucky’s birthday and with all the fics being written for it, I thought I’d go ahead and write a quick one-shot! Happy Birthday, Bucky Barnes!


“I’m sorry, you want me to do what?” You folded your arms across your chest, anxiety bubbling in your chest.

“All you have to do put on a few swimsuits and plant this thumb drive in one of their computers when no one’s looking.” Nat held up a usb drive with Stark printed across the plastic. 

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Forever and Ever- Klaus Mikaelson

Originally posted by theiropinionsdonotdefineyou


Request// I’d like to request a Klaus x reader where he turns the reader because they’re in love and they sleep together and it’s her first time and fluff please

*I’ve separated the smut from everything else with an ‘x’ so you can still read it even if you don’t wanna go through the naught parts! So sorry to the anon who sent this to me. I started it but then got distracted by the Derek week that just ended. Just know that I really really love getting requests from you guys! Please keep asking for stories and I’ll keep trying to write them to the best of my capabilities*

To most, Klaus had been the monster that scared small children and the myth that lurked in the shadows. The only that wrong with their assumptions was that he wasn’t a myth at all. He had been alive and well for centuries and how somehow ended up with you. You had met a year earlier at a ball in New Orleans and ever since, you had been captivated by one another. Klaus once thought of it as a hex by a vengeful witch but you had thought of it as fate.

You and Klaus were polar opposites. Where he craved vengeance, you pushed for peace and when he demanded blood to rain through the streets, you were the only light that could bring him back from his darkest hours. You were his Persephone and he was your Hades.

“Tell me another story, Klaus,” you whispered into his ear as your laid against him.

“What do you want to hear about this time?” His body moved closer towards you as your fingers wandered through his hair.

“I want to hear about life in the 1920s.”

“The Roaring 20s, eh?” You could feel a low chuckle run through his stomach.

“That’s what they call it, nowadays.”

“I was a different back then, love,” he said quietly. “If you think that I’m dangerous now,you couldn’t bare to see me decades ago.”

“Well, then,” You turned his face to look towards you and gave him a friendly smile. “How about just the good parts?”

He swallowed and took a moment to think before answering. “There was no other decade like the 20s. The first World War had just ended and the cities were exhilarating, always stirring with life. Alcohol had been abolished in 1920, but if you knew the right people, you could still get your hands on it.

“What really made the decade so exciting was the clubbing. That’s when people really came to life. Big bands played for hours on end and flappers danced the night away. Somedays, I wish I could go back to those moments.”

“I wish I had the chance to experience the 20s.”

“You still have decades upon decades to experience, Y/N. Don’t get caught up in the past, especially if it’s not your own.” He smiled down at you as he teased you.

You try to smile back, but the enthusiasm wouldn’t stick. “That’s the thing Klaus..”

“What is it, love?”

“I… I want to spend years with you.”

He looked worried, knowing your words ran deeper than he could see. “And it would be my honor to spend the years with you.”

“In fact,” you pulled him closer, bringing his forehead to yours. “I would love to spend eternity to you.”

“Y/N-”

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anonymous asked:

"No it's not a hippo, it's just drew carey."

Ahh, gotta love Ryan’s hoedowns~ xDxD

I just used this as an excuse to actually draw Drew as a hippo xD Now my mind is trying to figure out who would be which animal in this AU (and then I remember that I can’t really draw animals so… Yeah~ xD)

I hope it’s okey! :D
//Finished version is worse than sketch… And that basically sums up my entire blog~ xD//

Life’s a Party (BONUS)

Warning(s): None

After you made sure all your intoxicated children were snug in bed, you went back to help pick up empty bottles. When you and Jason met in the middle, having cleared the majority of the trash that would’ve stained or posed a hazard, he took your bags from you and tied them off.

“Thanks for helping, Ma,” He said it quietly, almost hoping you wouldn’t hear, but in the silent house of course you did.

A smile spread across your face, “You’re welcome Jay. But now you should really get to bed.” You pat his arm gently before pausing, “Do you know where Damian is?”

“I think outside,” He shrugged and started carrying the garbage bags towards the garage, with a nod to yourself you set out for the backyard.

When you made it outside you looked around and it didn’t take long to find the boy. There off to one side of the extensive yard set a large, 10 person tent. You laughed softly to yourself and approached the tent.

“Damian?” You questioned gently, not sure if he was already sleeping.

“What?” The voice snapped back from inside the tent.

“Do I have to crash your party too?”

“I’m not having a party. Nor was I about to participate in theirs.”

“I know that, thank you. Can I come in?”

He scoffed and for a moment you didn’t get an answer. “If you must.”

You decided rather quickly that, yes, you must and unzipped the main entrance before stepping in. The sight in the tent couldn’t have been more the polar opposite from what you had witnessed in the ballroom earlier. There Damian sat in his pajamas on the far side of the tent. Most of his animals surrounded him as well as bags of assorted snacks and a lantern and stack of magazines to his left.

“If I didn’t know any better, I would say this is a party, Dami.”

Damian scoffed again, “Well, you don’t know an-” He clamped his mouth shut, stopping his sentence and pausing, “I suppose it is a party.”

The smile that forced itself across your face couldn’t be contained and even made Damian raise an eyebrow, “I’ll be back!” You told him promisingly and zipped the tent back up on your way out.

Fifteen minutes later you were making your way back to the tent excitedly, sleeping bag in hand and Bruce’s hand interlocked with your other. He didn’t entirely understand what you were doing dragging him outside in his pajamas but he followed along, too drowsy to question your excitement. You both trudged across the lawn to the tent in your bunny slippers and it all made sense to him.

He chuckled softly as you started unzipping the tent again, “I’m back. And now it’s really a party.”

Damian looked up to you from the magazine in his hand and almost looked genuinely shocked, “Father?”

Both of you stepped into the tent, and Bruce smiled, greeting Damian while zipping the entrance back up as you set your sleeping bag down on the side of the tent next to Damian’s.

“Oh, Bruce unzip that!” You smiled gently and pointed to the roof of the tent, laying Bruce’s sleeping bag down on the opposite side of Damian from your bag.

“What are you doing?” Damian asked quizzically.

You knelt down next to Damian to pet Titus and gave Damian a knowing look, “Everyone inside was nearly blackout drunk, you think we wanna be there when all of them wake up with the hangovers of their life?”

Damian nodded and returned your knowing look, “Good call.”

Bruce obeyed your request and unzipped the flap connected to the roof, unveiling the clear ceiling, allowing you all to see the stars. You ruffled Damian’s hair, much to his dismay, before leaning down and giving his forehead a soft kiss. After pulling yourself up from Damian’s side, you snuggled into your bag, Bruce doing the same to his. All three of you looked up at the stars and Damian turned out the lantern.

“Goodnight, Damian,” You softly said, trying to convey every ounce of love you had for the young, troubled boy in just the one sentence.

“Goodnight, Damian,” Bruce added as well, slightly surprising you and no doubt Damian too.

“Goodnight father,” He stopped for a second before continuing sincerely, silently thankful that he wasn’t alone in the tent, “Goodnight ummi,” He stopped for a few more seconds, “Goodnight Titus. Goodnight Jerry. Goodnight Pennyworth. Goodnight Batcow. Goodnight…”

You laughed softly to yourself as he continued, a warmth in your chest from his good night to you and the fact that he was saying goodnight at all. It was one of the rare moments when you were able to see a glimpse of the child Damian might have been had he grown up in the manor since birth. Your thoughts slowly drifted into the idea once more, pondering what else he would do if he had a more normal childhood until sleep slowly overcame you.

ilvermorny / remus lupin

Anonymous said: Can I have a one shot where you’re from Ilivermorny or whatever and you transfer to Hogwarts and James (or Remus) is asked to escort you to your classes and such until you get used to it oml Im in love with this idea😍😍😍   

the gif tho. fUCK

word count// 1,353


Originally posted by pleasingpics

Dumbledore’s office was quite intriguing. Tall shelves of books stretched to the ceiling and the quirky gadgets that scattered the room sparked your interest. Your fingers ran along the columns as you ascended the few stairs that led up to his desk, admiring and soaking in each detail. As you drew near the polished desk, your eyes met those behind a set of half-moon spectacles belonging to a long bearded man. His eyes were gentle and amused and you suddenly felt embarrassed for gawking at everything.

“Your office is sweet,” You exclaimed excitedly and your fingers itched to run along the spines of the hundreds of books.

The headmaster chortled gleefully and appeared puzzled. “I hadn’t a clue an office could be sweet, but I’m delighted you think so!”

You giggled and shook your head, forgetting you weren’t in America any longer. “No, sir. In America, people use the word sweet to describe something that’s cool or really nice.”

He ‘ah’ed’ and nodded in understanding, his eyes squinting as he smiled. “Y/F/N, the transfer student from Ilvermorny. We’ve been expecting you for awhile,” He informed and held a yellow candy out towards her. “Lemon drop?”

Brows furrowed, you accepted the candy and smiled at the peculiar man. You slid the lemon drop into your mouth and shifted awkwardly, waiting for him to continue and unsure of what to say. 

“Since you’ve no idea of your way around, I have spoken to a student whom is willing to escort you to your classes. He should be here any moment.”

“What’s this student’s name, Professor?”

Dumbledore carefully chose another lemon drop before replying. “His name is Remus Lupin. He’s in the Gryffindor house, as are you, and he’s a very bright wizard.”

Just as he finished and you had pursed your lips, mulling the newfound information in your mind, footsteps sounded from behind you and you spun around curiously. You had to refrain from giggling as the boy you assumed was Remus Lupin stumbled ungracefully up the few steps. When his eyes quickly flickered to you, his head ducked but you still caught sight of the pink tint to his cheeks. He tousled his messy hair further as his long, slender fingers raked through it and a giggle finally escaped when he kept beating his eyes toward you, but never for longer than a few seconds. 

“Ah, Remus!” Dumbledore exclaimed and rose from his seat. “You finally arrived.”

Remus rubbed the back of his neck and nodded sheepishly. “Sorry about that, Professor.” He smiled nervously.

“Not to worry, Mr. Lupin. This is Y/F/N, a transfer student from Ilvermorny.” He gestured to you and the attention in the room turned towards you.

You smiled politely at him. “Hi,” You blurted and sent a small wave his way.

He tried not to gape at your enthralling smile and after blinking a few times to make sure you weren’t a figment of his imagination, he smiled weakly. “Hi,” He replied, but it was less bubbly and sounded like he’d ran a marathon beforehand.

The headmaster clasped his hands together and a creamed colored piece of parchment glided from within his desk when he flicked his finger wordlessly. It flew into your grasp smoothly and your eyes scoured over the words while Dumbledore explained, “This is your schedule. I have put you in the same courses as Mr. Lupin to make him escorting you much easier on both of you. Seeing as how it’s Saturday, Remus, you may show her around the school today if you please. Now, you two can be off!”


After the meeting in Dumbledore’s office, your tour of the school commenced. Your mouth remained parted as you walked the corridors alongside Remus, your eyes taking in as much of the surroundings as possible. He had led you to the grand staircase and you heard him chuckling as your head tilted back to admire the portraits lining the walls. The marbling of the stairs as well as the architecture of the arched doorways was simply breathtaking and you found it hard to take in all of the subtle details. 

A palm landed on the small of your back, urging you toward the staircase. He couldn’t stop his eyes from training onto your awestruck face and smiling in amusement. You looked as if you’d never experienced magic in your life as you studied the moving portraits when you passed them on the ascend up the marble stairs. 

Deep within your own thoughts, an abrupt squeak elicited from you when the staircase began to move, gliding through the air to connect in a complete opposite direction. Your body swayed dangerously and Remus instinctively caught your waist to steady you from falling backwards. Your hands gripped onto his biceps and your stomach lurched when his muscles flexed underneath your palms.

“I think you failed to mention that the stairs move,” You joked breathlessly and you weren’t sure if the pounding of your heart was caused by the moving stairs or him touching you. 

Remus licked his bottom lip and bit it, his eyes darting from you for a split second before returning. He smiled sheepishly. “The stairs move.”

You rolled your eyes, but couldn’t bite back a smile. “Thanks for the heads-up.” You laughed and dropped your hands from his arms, placing your firm grip upon the railing instead. “Anything else I should know before I go any further? You know, so I can avoid plummeting to my death.”

“Right. Some of the stairs disappear or will make you leg sink through,” He informed as he continued on guiding you upstairs before pointing at a particular step that you both were approaching. “Like that one, for example. You’ll learn which ones to jump. Eventually.”

“Eventually?” You cried and widened your y/e/c eyes. “Is this school trying to kill it’s students?”

He chortled and hopped over the step with ease. “Hogwarts is one of a kind, love.”

His hand extended for yours which you gratefully accepted. You stretched your leg over the pesky stair and hopped onto the same one Remus stood on. Your landing wasn’t as smooth as his and you stumbled into him a bit. His hand that wasn’t curled around yours went to your waist for the second time and you flushed pink, giggling off the clumsy act. He smiled down at you gently and you swallowed nervously, his close proximity heightening your nerves. 

“Erm, we should probably head to the common room,” He said lowly and your belly fluttered. “It’s getting late.”

Pulling away from him, you tucked a hair behind your ear and nodded. “Lead the way, Lupin.”


The Gryffindor common room didn’t disappoint. 

A fire burned brightly in the fireplace, crackling and popping soothingly. Red couches and armchairs scattered around the room, but the small window seat caught your utmost attention. It had it’s own little nook, little plush pillows perched on top of the seat with a throw blanket folded neatly along it. You could vividly picture yourself practically living there with a book or homework assignments or perhaps charcoal pencils to sketch the view. It was cozy and warm to welcome you as soon as you entered into it. 

“The girls dormitory is that way and the boys is over there.” Remus pointing in the correct direction of the dorms and you watched in amusement as his face flushed. “Not that you needed to know where the boy’s dormitory is unless–”

You nudged him and he closed his mouth immediately. “Maybe I’ll visit you in your dorm sometime,” You teased and winked suggestively, thoroughly enjoying him so flustered.

“R-Right! I-I mean-”

“I’m kidding, Remus.”

“I knew that.”

Smiling up at the messy haired and brown eyed boy, you pushed yourself onto your toes and pressed your lips to his reddened skin. “Goodnight, Remus,” You hummed and just as quickly as it had happened, you had slipped out of sight towards the girl’s dormitory. 

Remus grinned goofily in the direction you had left in. 

He could still feel your lips on his face even as he laid awake in bed that night. 

anonymous asked:

Oh jeez requests are open!!!! Ily mum u r da best mum!!! Could I request rfa reacting to an mc who's a klutz plz? Like constantly tripping/falling/walking into things/falls off chairs etc etc (lolol TOTALLY not a self insert pshhhfff idk what you're talking about) (u don't have to do this if u don't wanna!!!)

i am the most klutzy idiot so lets dive right in

Yoosung

  • even though you trip over something like 5 times an hour, he still flips his shit every time
  • he’d grab your arm and get super concerned
  • “MC!!! are you okay???”
  • “uh, yea, i’m fine! just gotta brush it off haha”
  • his hands hover over you for a second before going back to walking normally
  • “alright…are you sure?”
  • “yes, yes, im sure-”
  • this is when you trip for a second time curse this uneven sidewalk
  • and Yoosung does the same ridiculously protective thing where he puts his hands out to catch you, even though you know full well how to stop yourself from falling down after years of being clumsy
  • he really wishes he could wrap you up in bubble wrap
  • and Yoosung is pretty clumsy himself
  • sometimes while he’s cooking his spoon will just fall on the ground and he’s just kind of like “well there goes that”
  • you love to cook together but theres also a very high chance that most of the food will end up on the ground
  • my clumsy OTP

Zen

  • your clumsiness is a big source of stress for him
  • every time you  fall off of a chair, or almost fall flat on your face in public he has a tiny heart attack
  • once you two were on a jog in the park and you fell and scabbed your knee and Zen really almost took you to the hospital
  • it takes him awhile to learn that clumsy people are actually tough as shit, yknow from years of being beat up by the ground
  • “Zen, i swear im alright”
  • “are you sure? do you need me to carry you?”
  • “no”
  • sometimes Zen will ask you to help him practice a dance number with him
  • big mistake 
  • you have two left feel and he daces with the grace of a swan
  • its a terrible idea, but Zen loves dancing with you nonetheless
  • he thinks its kind of cute, and since you’re dancing together he can easily grab you if he sees you falling
  • this way u can fall all over the place without it stressing him out too much

Jaehee

  • she essentially becomes the most prepared person on the planet
  • she starts carrying around a full-blown first aid kit in her purse
  • she’s got band aids of all shapes and sizes, medical tape, gauze, alcohol rubs
  • instead of worrying about catching you as youre falling, she just worries about patching you up afterwards
  • at first she tried to stop it while it was happening
  • but Jaehee quickly learned that you’re a lost cause and there is no way humanly possible to stop you from falling over
  • also, Jaehee doesnt let you bring coffee to customers anymore
  • lets just say you’ve broken multiple mugs and pissed of one or two costumers
  • so you make the coffee and she carries it out
  • she knows from experience that usually your klutzy episodes wont end in a serious injury, so she just lets you live your life and keeps band aids on hand

Jumin

  • you’ll never forget the first time you were eating dinner with Jumin and you slipped out of your chair
  • he was at your side so fast, holding your hands
  • you were laughing at yourself, and when you looked up and saw how concerned he looked, you laughed even harder
  • “are you alright? how are you feeling? do i need to call an ambulance?”
  • you were laughing so hard you couldnt even answer him, but for some reason he was still convinced that you were seriously hurt
  • he takes out his phone with one hand while still holding yours with the other, and you started pulling on him to try and stop him
  • “im…fine…”
  • “theres no way you’re fine. it sounded like something broke”
  • everything that comes out of his mouth makes you laugh even harder
  • you wipe some tears away from your face and pull Jumin to the ground
  • “this happens all the time, i promise im alright”
  • ever since then Jumin still whips his phone out until you tell him you’re okay
  • now he’s used to it, but he cant help but ask how youre feeling every time something happens
  • he just has to

707

  • the first time something happened he couldnt stop laughing
  • the second time something happened he couldnt stop laughing
  • it gets him every time
  • “hey, why dont you sit on the floor during lunch today? it will be much safer for you”
  • “woah, watch out for those poles! they move pretty fast”
  • “what happened there? the ground whispered to you and you had to get closer to hear it?!”
  • the one time he trips over something you go HAM on his ass
  • you dont let him live it down for the rest of his life
  • one time he actually wrapped you in bubble wrap
  • like you were sitting at the computer and he sneak attacked you and essentially tied you to the chair with a wide layer of bubble wrap
  • he thought it was a good idea but since you couldnt use your arms he had to wait on you hand and foot
  • it was a terrible day for him but a great day for you
  • “i swear from now of im just gonna let you fall over…”
  • “thats all i ask”

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