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“you’re going to love the school, piper!”
“yeah, but if you’re not in slytherin we’re gonna have to disown you.”
“…w-wait, what?”
“drew, no.”

this was originally gonna be part of a huge comic but i don’t have the time/patience to draw the sorting hat that many times :/ so here’s silena and drew, welcoming their lil’ sister piper to slytherin! 

Heart on the Line (part 6)

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You and Bucky had your differences in college, but now you need a place to stay and he needs a roommate, and in order to make ends meet, you two start a phone sex line together.  

“For a Good Time, Call…” AU


author: buckysbackpackbuckle
pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
word count: 1114

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compassion. | 2

Originally posted by jeonsshi

1 | 3

not requested.

“Your ass looks great.” “Will you fuck off for a second?”

“You’ve really fucked me over this time.”

“Please let me in.”

genre: fuckboi!jungkook, roommate!jungkook, smut in next part

“Wait…”, Jungkook said as you were by the door. “Do you still talk to Isla?” “No, not after what happened.”

Isla and you had stopped speaking because she went ahead and fell for Jungkook, she gave into his ways. Now, you also did like him romantically at one point but would never let yourself drop so low; why else would you have fucked other guys and not him? To forget about your little crush. Isla had found out that you liked Jungkook and she wanted him to herself.

“I’ll expose you if you touch Jungkook. So you better stay away from him.”, she threatened in P.E when you were on opposite teams. “He’s all yours, have him.”, you told her as you passed the basketball to Jungkook. “I said stay away from him! Not pass the ball to him!” “Dude, it’s part of the game! Passing a ball does not mean I’m flirting!”, you told her as you tried to reason with her but she shoved you so hard that your right ankle was sprained. “I am so sorry, oh my God.” “Just don’t touch me or talk to me ever again, that would be better for both of us.”, you told her as you were picked up by a pair of strong arms. “Someone got into the game.”, Jungkook chuckled as he carried your bridal style to the nurse, this earned many dirty looks from other girls. “Why are you doing this?”, you asked him. “I have my reasons, besides you got injured, this is the least I could do as team captain.” “We’re not even a real team.”, you muttered.

All throughout work you couldn’t stop thinking about the moment Jungkook picked you up in front of everyone and actually seemed to care about you, just like today. No, no, no, you couldn’t be falling for that idiot again; you were determined to stop yourself. To snap you out of your trance your boss, aka your older sister, told you to fix up the aesthetics of the store. “Hey, lil sis, will you make it more like appealing? You do have good sense of aesthetics after all.” Even while you were working you couldn’t stop daydreaming about what life would be like as Jungkook’s girlfriend; then you realised he was a fuckboy and had probably never had a girlfriend in his life, just one time flings.

“Baby sis, stop daydreaming or I’ll remove the tattoo of us.”, your older sister joked as she checked up on you. “You know you wouldn’t.”, you replied as you fixed up one of the new bright lights that read ‘love me’. “You’re right but get to work, you’ve got two hours to go!”, she told you and you got right back to it. After you finished you took a rest at the till and took orders from customers who were here for coffee and aesthetics. “Yo, what’s wrong?”, your older sister asked you. “Hung up on a guy?” “You know me all too well, I haven’t even been romantically involved with him and I can’t stop thinking about him.”, you muttered. “Lemme guess, your roommate and old friend, Jungkook?” “How did you know?” “Dude, you muttered his name, saying you’ll kill him while you were working.” “I did?”, you asked her, the shock really hitting you. “Yep, but don’t worry about it, no one heard you except me and maybe a few customers. But that’s besides the point, why are you thinking about him so much?”

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Sparring. A Rowaelin Oneshot.

  Hiya Guys! This whole story is a lot more angsty and long than I had intended, but ya know…. This was my first fic that I’ve ever had someone submit me a prompt. That wonderful person was @targaryenqueenofvelaris.

Prompt: Aelin is hurt while sparring and has to calm down Rowan.



Aelin grinned a bit as she watched Connall slap Fenrys upside the head, the dark twin snarling as Fenrys laughed. It was refreshing to see them kid with each other in spite of the last month’s events. She shook her head and braced a hand on her hip. She still couldn’t believe she was standing there; in the sunlight, breathing, feeling, living.
  She had survived Maeve and Erawan, and now she stood in her Castle, watching her friends— her family train.
A laugh escaped her lips, and Rowan, who had been leaning against a tree a few feet away from her, cocked a brow.
“What?”
She shook her head, “Nothing, nothing.”
 Rowan shoved of the tree, his eyes bright as he walked towards her. She took him in as he walked closer, his powerful body at a sort of ease she had rarely ever seen.
“You know, Princess, you should be out there training.”
She rolled her eyes, “First of all; I’m a Queen. Second of all; I was going to ask you if you wanted to spar, but since you’re being a pain in my ass, I’ll ask one of the twins.”
 He stepped closer, close enough that they shared breath, “Really?”
Aelin hummed and slid a hand up his chest, over his shoulder. “Really.”
His eyes danced, the green dark in the shade of the tree, and pang of love went through her. She laughed again and stood on her tiptoes, kissing the bow of his lips softly.
 “You know I can kick your ass,” she whispered against his skin.
Rowan huffed a laugh, “Why do you think I love you so much?”
  With another laugh, she slanted her mouth against his, her other hand coming up to tangle in his hair. Rowan slipped a broad hand around her waist, his fingers making idle strokes along her back.
Behind Rowan, there was a sharp wolf-whistle. Two guesses from whom it came.


  “Break it up, love-birds, we’re out here to train, not fornicate!”
Without breaking the kiss, she showed Fenrys her favorite finger, but Rowan too soon pulled away.
 “We did come out here to train,” he murmured against her. With a deep, dramatic sigh, she nodded, but gave him a quick peck on the lips before skipping over to where Connall and Fenrys stood, smirking.
“Do I have to be extra careful with the Queen today, don’t want her injured before Coronation?” Fenrys purred as she approached, that maddening smirk spreading across his face.
 “No, actually, I was hoping to go up against your brother,” she said as she drew the sword strapped against her back.
 Connall, the wise man, paled and scratched at his wrist. “Are you sure, Your Majesty? I—,” Aelin raised a hand to stop him.
 “I’ve been getting tired of playing with these ones, need some new blood in the monotony.”
Rowan slid behind her, and she knew he knew what she was doing.
 Even since after she’d been liberated from Maeve and after Connall, Fenrys, and Vaughn had been freed from their bloodoaths, Connall had been…Distant.
 The male was kind, gentle for a warrior, and Aelin genuinely liked him. And he and Elide got on like wildfire, but he always seemed like he didn’t know whether or not he was wanted in her court.
“Well, come on then,” she jutted her chin towards the center of the field they stood in. Connall swallowed and followed her, glancing once towards Fenrys.

She paused at center, and smiled as Connall cautiously approached her, his own fine sword drawn.
 “Count of three?” She asked softly, watching out of the corner of her eye as Rowan and Fenrys sidled up to watch.
 Connall nodded, a strand of his inky black hair slipping out of its tie.
“One.” she crouched lower. “Two.” Connall flipped his sword, the blade glinting in the light.
“Three!” She struck.
  Rowan watched as Aelin struck first, Goldryn whining as it struck Connall’s blade. He grinned in delight as a look of shock spread across Con’s face. Why he was surprised, Rowan didn’t know. The male had seen Aelin take on armies of demons and survive.
 But, in his defense, Aelin had seemed much… Stronger since forging the Lock. Everything about her seemed amplified, her strength, her power, her magic, and even her beauty. Rowan crossed his arms as he watched the two whirl around each other, a few strands of Aelin’s golden hair slipping from its braid. She was beautiful, a storm of fire and ash and—
Tan skin and … Blood. There was so much blood. Too much.
She was dying— his mate. Rowan screamed again as he tore through the dying Valg that swarmed around his queen.
 No no no no. She was screaming his name, and he could feel her magic pouring out into the world desperately flowing towards Erawan and the Lock, but death loomed over his shoulder. The Golden Queen, bloodied and gaunt and dying and—

“Rowan?”
Shit. He’d done it again.
Fenrys was glancing at him with a concerned look in his golden eyes.
“You look like you zoned out for a moment.”
Rowan shook his head, trying desperately to focus on the match before him and not that damned day.
“Sorry, sorry, I was thinking.” He murmured, a faint flush creeping up his neck.
 He’d faced battles so terrifying, so blood-ridden he refused to allow himself to think about them, but still that battle…The carnage that reined. And Aelin— Never in his life would the image of Aelin’s body lying at his feet leave his mind.
A loud grunt brought him back to attention as Connall advanced, swinging a leg out to trip Aelin, but she nimbly avoided it.
 “Don’t tell him, but I’m hoping Aelin beats his ass.”
Rowan let out a low laugh, shifting on his feet as Connall twirled slashing at Aelin and missing only by a few inches.
 Aelin ran her eyes up and down the male before striking again; her blade making a neat arc through the air before striking Connall’s.
 Neither of them had landed a hit yet.
“Rowan trained you, didn’t he?”
Connall paused for a moment when Aelin said that, as if remembering Rowan had trained the queen as well.
  Rowan watched in amusement as Aelin used that momentary pause to her advantage, swinging out a leg then—

 Aelin let out a groan as Connall’s blade slid through the side of her thigh, the blood already spurting from the wound.
She hadn’t even seen him move.
 Shit.
Connall dropped his blade, his hands sliding beneath her arms before she could collapse.
 “Your majesty— I am so— Oh, gods, I’m.”
He didn’t have a chance to finish before Rowan was there, practically shaking with rage.
  “What the hell!” He roared as ran near, almost shoving Connall away from her. She would’ve rolled her eyes, had a wave of sickening nausea not rolled over her. Blood loss.
“Lay her down!” Rowan barked, a hand going out to brush the leather of her pants.
“Ro’, I’m fine. Just a flesh wound.”
Rowan didn’t listen, he just came to her side as Connall laid her down, the faces of the three males loomed over her as Rowan crouched down. Her mate stretched out his hands over the wound, a faint tingling moving through the wound as he healed her.
 “What the hell were you thinking?” Rowan growled again, and something sifted within her at the ire in his pine eyes.
 “Rowan, he didn’t mean to—”
“No! He should have been able to stop, he struck his own queen!”
Aelin sat up, already feeling back to normal. She glanced down at her leg; the wound was barley a scar now.
  “Rowan! Calm. Down.” She gritted out through clenched teeth.
Rowan locked his eyes on hers, and she saw the panic, the sheer terror within.
Rowan glanced down at his hands, now covered with her blood, and sucked in a shallow breath.
His hands began to shake over her; those mighty, strong hands.
She threw a look to Fenrys and Connall, who were now watching them with concerned eyes.
“Go,” she said softly.
With a nod, Fenrys seized Connall’s arm and winnowed off.

 When they had gone, Rowan jerked up, fisting hands in his hair. His breathing was shallow as he paced away.
 “Too much blood. Too much.” He mumbled, his eyes squeezed shut.
She stood slowly, walking towards him with her hands outstretched.
“Rowan.” She murmured softly, the wind stirring the grasses along the edge of the field.
He shook his head again, his breathing getting quicker.
 His panic was making her heartrate pick up. In the back of her mind she registered that this was a panic attack of some sorts. She was all too used to them.
“Too much,” he groaned.
She crossed the distance between them, reaching up a trembling hand to slid it over his chest. His heart was thundering.
 “Look at me, Rowan.” She commanded.
He sucked in a deep breath and opened his eyes. She made herself calm down, willing her heart to settle.
“Give me your hand, Rowan.”
Rowan lowered his arms, hesitantly slipping a hand into hers. She made sure he saw each movement she made as she took his trembling hand and guided it to her chest; right over her heart.
“Do you feel that? I am alive. I am fine.” Her voice was soft; more reassuring than she felt.
Rowan’s fingers contracted and uncontracted over her chest, and she stepped closer.
“You’re not going to lose me again, Rowan. I’m not leaving you.”
Her mate loosed a shuddering breath, “You died, Aelin.”
 She swallowed the lump in her throat. “I did. But I’m here now, we’re together.”
Rowan began to slow his breathing, his eyes calming.
“I— I keep seeing you laying there. I keep seeing you dead, and— I keep feeling you die.”
  A single tear slipped down his face, and Aelin reached up a hand, wiping it away.
“I keep seeing the blood covering you, and I can’t breathe—I can’t focus on anything besides the blood. There was so much blood.”
A deep breath.
“And the damned cut on your leg and the blood. I’m sorry, I—”
She placed a finger on his open lips in a hushing motion. “Don’t apologize. I get them too.”
 Rowan cocked his head a bit. “Them?”
Aelin looked toward the Castle, the silver and green banners whipping in the summer wind.
 “I get the nightmares, the flashes of the War, the memories of being in the coffin.”
She didn’t like thinking about it, but those memories… they would always remain. But she’d heal, and so too would Rowan, and her people and the lands and her friends. They would heal.
Rowan very methodically wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her closer and pressing his brow to hers.
 “We’re going to get through this, Fireheart.”
She smiled up at him— a real, lovely smile, one she knew he loved.
“We always relish in beating the odds.”
A laugh warmed her mouth, and she wrapped her arms around his waist.
“I love you.”
“I love you, too. To whatever end.”

Kiss On The Cheek

Originally posted by prussiakira

Chekov x reader

Word count: 702

Warnings: Please excuse my Russian accent I tried okay

Tags: Fluuuuuuuff

A/N: I needed some Chekov fluff today so I hope you enjoy <3


It started so suddenly that she didn’t know how to react to it. She was just reminding him to take a nap after his overly stressing shift when it happened. He was running to and fro and after she got through his frantic thoughts with her soft statement he murmured a quick “I will, thank you Y/N.” and starting walking past her. Except he stopped for a second…

…to kiss her on the cheek.

Then he proceeded as if nothing had happened. She had stood there frozen in shock, her cheek tingling and blushing red.

The second time it happened was during a much calmer time. They were walking down the hallway, chatting, when Pavel got a request from his communicator to report down to engineering. Giving her an apologetic smile, he suddenly leaned in and gave her a peck on the cheek, said his goodbye and went on his merry way, as normal as ever. This time her hand shot up to touch the spot his lips had been, staring at his retreating back, completely baffled.

Before she could figure it out, it became a regular thing. Everyone noticed, besides Pavel it seemed. The Captain kept sending her suggestive looks and she was finding herself babbling excuses as soon as anyone wanted to talk to her about ‘her and Chekov’. She was pretty sure the superior officers were betting on them too. She couldn’t understand why he did it and why it seemed so normal to him. Not that she was complaining, but it was getting out of hand and her curiosity was on high.

One day as she sat on the floor of his quarters fiddling with a broken communicator, Pavel was pacing in front of her going on about a stupid mistake he did at engineering that day.

“Pav, stop that, it was nothing, I’m sure others have done worse.” She sighed.

“But ze Captain waz there! He sav it!” he stressed.

“Pav, believe me, the Captain likes you, clumsiness and all, don’t worry about it, he probably thought it was funny.” She shook her head with a smile, eyes locked on the communicator she was screwing apart.

“You really think zo?” He asked uncertainly.

“Yes! Pav, don’t worry about it, you’ve done too many great things for anyone to judge you for that.” She affirmed, shooting him a fond look.

“Thank you, Y/N, you alvays know how to calm me down.” He gave her a soft smile and bent down to her level. Her breath hitched as she saw him leaning toward her and his lips grazed the skin on her cheek. In the spur of the moment, her body clouded her judgment and took control as she shifted her face slightly to the side so his lips brushed the corner of her mouth. She felt him freeze as her heart thumped in her chest, logic trying to catch up as sensations flooded her entire being. What the hell had she just done?!

Squeezing her eyes shut, she leant back and cringed.

“I am… so, so sorry, oh my god, I just… I’m so sorry, you keep doing that and it’s so overwhelming, I couldn’t control myself… oh god, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to freak you out, I-“ she was cut off as his soft lips brushed hers again and she gasped. For a moment they were still, breaths mingling, before hesitantly moving together. Her heart was leaping as they separated, eyes shooting open to see the sparkle in his’ brighter than ever.

“Don’t be zorry, I don’t know vhy I started doing zat but I couldn’t stop. I’m kind of glad now, though, I didn’t know you… vell, that you vanted a kiss there?” He rambled, eyes scanning her face as if checking to see if he did the right thing.

“Oh, I want kisses everywhere.” She blurted, only for her eyes to widen at her words. “I mean… you know, I wasn’t against the cheek thing, it’s just nice to have the lip thing too! I wasn’t asking for, um, god why do I talk…” She backtracked awkwardly.

“You vant kisses everywhere? I can do zat!” He gave her an adorable smirk that almost made her faint.

Warm Me Up ch. 24

Songs: The Reason- Hoobastank, Hero- Enrique Iglesias, and a few Spanish Nortenas. 

Also, yes, I am aware this is shorter than most sorry.

Happy Valentine’s Day everyone

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There was an evident path of flattened grass in front of the dorm hall where Will lived. But Nico wasn’t there for Will. He was there to get answers so he could let his mind rest. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to hear what would be said to him, and he wasn’t sure what he would do with the information if he didn’t like it.

But he had to know.

Bracing himself, he walked into the dorm and went to the floor under Will’s. He walked basing himself by the name on the doors until he saw Peter on one. Then, taking a deep breath, he knocked and waited.

A few seconds later a guy with wavy hair and hazel green eyes opened the door, raising his eyebrows when he saw Nico. “Hey. Good to see you’re okay.”

Nico shoved away the shame and embarrassment. “Thanks. Um. I was wondering if you could tell me what happened… that day?”

Peter furrowed his eyebrows and opened the door a little wider. “Sure. Come in.” Nico followed him in. He sat at the desk chair and Peter leaned against the wall, facing him. “What… what do you remember?”

He bit his lip and sighed, running his hand through his hair. “I remember… kissing you here. Then going to my dorm. And drinking. Then I woke up in a hospital.”

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high-seas-swan  asked:

So I just happened to be looking at some prompts... And this one jumped out at me; You’re baking cookies in the communal kitchen at 3am and I’m angry but also really hungry. (Of course only if it calls to you!) <3

so I don’t know what this is honestly or if it’s any good but here ya go! college au, and late night baking adventures.

snickerdoodles.

Emma’s got a piercing headache blooming behind her eyes and she’s sure if her stomach growls any louder, she’s going to wake up the whole floor. She lets out a grunt and attempts not to focus on the shitshow of a day she’s had. It’s easier said than done when the way she can’t quit gritting her teeth is a stark reminder of that very thing.

She passes her room and makes a beeline for the kitchen in the hope that she might be able to scavenge something out of her quickly diminishing supplies. The fact that Walsh hadn’t even offered her something to eat while she practically did 80% of the work on their project only has her curling her hands into fists. Ingrid always did joke that she should have enrolled Emma into anger management classes early on. Maybe her mother wasn’t too far off.

She sighs heavily when she reaches the door, the sound of a cupboard shutting loudly making her reevaluate going in there. She doesn’t want to have to deal with anymore people, her patience this close to snapping, but she’s sure she has a PopTart in the cupboard somewhere and she really wants it after the day she’s had to live through.

The guy in the kitchen is bent halfway to the floor when she sees him, his hand reaching for something he’s dropped. She also sees the mess; bowls and dirty spoons and flour dusting the countertops.

“What the hell?” It drops from her lips unbidden, and by the way he straightens up and winces, she thinks it might have come off harsher than intended.

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anonymous asked:

Ethan proposing cause I am trash 3? Maybe he pulls a Wade and does it at Vidcon or something?

I AM SO EMO RIGHT NOW OH MY GOD

•HE LITERALLY PLANS EVERYTHING, HE HAS A PLAN A-Z

•Eth saying hes doing a panel with G & Brian

•He calls you up there to talk about a challenge video you were featured in

•"Actually guys, i have something pretty big to do right now"

•Turning to you with THE biggest grin

•"(y/f/n) being in love with you has been the best adventure of my life"

•ETH FALLING TO ONE KNEE AND THE CROWD STARTS SCREAMING SOOO LOUD

•"theres no one else i’d rather spend my life with, will you marry me?“

•You cant even get words out but you nod profusely and you jump into a hug with him

•eth sliding the ring on your finger and whispering “i cant wait to spend forever with you”

•the crowd is still screaming bloody murder

•you & eth are both crying

wow im crying too

My feelings about Are You My Dad? and I Am My Mom.

Barb being worried about Sadie and Sour Cream being worried about Onion got me in the heart.

AQUAMARINE IS MY BIRTHSTONE BUT SHE’S A BITCH. AND A BRAT. A BITCHY BRAT.

Pearl’s feelings about her art skills is the same as my feeling towards my art skills.

I wanted to see Ruby and Sapphire. I got a little bit excited.

THEY GOT CONNIE.

ALONE TOGETHER IS CONNIE’S RINGTONE I LOVE IT.

PERI WHY. STEVEN WHY. WHY DO THE DIAMONDS WANT THEM. WHY WHY WHY?! EVERYTHING IS STARTING TO BITE THEM IN THE BUTT.

JAMIE’S REACTION TO GARNET ALMOST HITTING HIM. SHE JUST STOPS. SHE KNOWS THAT SHE CAN’T FIGHT WITHOUT RISKING HURTING EVERYONE.

PEARL YOU CAN FIRE LASERS FROM YOUR SPEAR. WHY DIDN’T YOU DO IT?!

THE SWORD IS STICKING OUT OF TOPAZ’S BACK. I CAN’T.

JAMIE MONOLOUGING.

I can relate to Lars a bit. In that situation, I would be absolutely terrified and panic.

MY KIDS. THEY’RE KICKING GEM BUTT. I AM SO PROUD.

OH MY GOD THAT FUSION THOUGH. ALEXANDRITE LOOKS SO GOOD WITH AMETHYST’S REGENERATION.

WHAY THE HECK.

STEVEN NO. NO NO NO NO NO.

HE LOVES THEM. HE PROTECTED THEM.

PLEASE LET HIM COME BACK. PLEASE LET HIM SURVIVE. PLEASE LET THIS HAVE A HAPPY ENDING. SUGAR PLEASE.