head tilted slightly to the right

“Oh. Right.” Kit glanced down at his split knuckles. “I hurt my hand at the Shadow Market.”

“How?” Ty asked, leaning against the edge of the counter.

“I punched a board,” Kit said. “I was angry.”

Ty’s eyebrows went up. He had interesting eyebrows, slightly pointed at the tops, like inverted V’s, and very black. “Did it make you feel better?”

“No,” Kit admitted. He felt ever so slightly judged.

Ty tilted his head to the side. “I can fix it,” he said, taking one of the Shadowhunters’ magic pencils out of his jeans pocket. Steles, they were called. He held out his hand.

Kit supposed he could have refused to accept the offer, the way he had when Julian had suggesting healing him in the car. But he didn’t. He held his forearm out trustingly, wrist turned upward so the blue veins were exposed to the boy who’d held a knife to his throat not that long ago.


Cassandra Clare, Lord of Shadows Snippet



“Does your guard dog want a drink of water?”

In which Mariah accurately deduces that Shades is checking her out, and here’s the proof:

In this first pic, you can see that he is looking right at her with a slight smirk on his face.  Cornell is obviously the “power” person in the room, yet Shades is focused on her.  He’s supposed to be there to provide Cornell with support, yet his eyes are glued to Mariah’s body (his head is slightly tilted down so he was probably checking her out).

In this second pic, from the camera angle you can see that Shades is not only looking at her, but his body is facing hers, not Cornell’s.  This is also a sign of attraction (when your attention, body, and feet are pointed towards someone).

In this last pic, she practically insults him, and his response is to chuckle and smile at her.  Also, that slight nod of his is like him telling her that yes, he was indeed checking her out and got caught.  It also says that he is so not ashamed of getting caught.  It’s like he wanted her to know.  Looking at somebody for that long is bound to draw the person’s attention because they can see it from their peripheral vision.

So yeah, this is my mini meta about Shades being thirsty as fuck from the getgo.


Imagine Newt being too shy to ask you out.

“Come on, Pickett, what are you on about?” Newt tilted his head at the chattering little creature, who was glaring at him indignantly.

Pickett let out a little huff of irritation and pointed to where you were fussing with the newest addition to the occamy nest.

Newt followed the creature’s gaze, his cheeks tinting ever so slightly pink. “It’s not the right time, Pickett,” he mumbled, trying to keep his voice low so you wouldn’t hear. “It’s got to be the right time.”

Pickett chirped and squeaked in annoyance, crossing his arms and scowling up at Newt.

“Now you’re just being unfair,” Newt scolded, wagging a finger at the Bowtruckle.

Pickett continued to chatter on, gesturing towards you again, and Newt averted his gaze.

“Pickett, you know it’s not that simple. [f/n] is our friend and I don’t want to make things awkward between us.” Newt’s gaze snapped back to you as the sound of your laughter reached his ears.

Pickett huffed again.

“I am not pining after them!” Newt protested, his blush deepening.

Pickett shook his head and squeaked at him again.

“Don’t be crass, Pickett, it’s beneath you.”

Another burst of chittering left the Bowtruckle’s mouth and Newt held up a hand to silence him.

“Fine, fine. Just don’t let [f/n] hear you talking like that.”

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FREEBATCH  FICLET: We need to practice the kiss!

yeah. it’s what’s on the box. 

tagging @a-candle-for-sherlock, @shag-me-senseless-watson, @fangirllock, @slowlysoftlygayly, and @kimbiablue. let me know if you want to be tagged in future stuff! i should probably be ashamed of this. 

i’m totally not.

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Genre: Hitman!au, Hitman Jungkook, Smut
Pairing: Reader/Jungkook
Length: 5,936
Summary: Jeon Jungkook had once been one of Kim Namjoon’s henchmen, but unexpectedly stops reporting back to his boss one mysterious day. Some say that he had betrayed Namjoon, others say that perhaps he had failed his last mission. Regardless of the rumors, you are given the task to hunt down Jungkook, a task that proves to be harder than you had first believed.
A/N: Probably going to add some stuff in later, but for now…

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dudes trust me im an artist i know, i use arms to censor kisses too. Also his head was slightly tilted to Yuuri’s right. So his jaw was on Yuuri’s left, aND that means his mouth was RIGHT ON THE LOWER MIDDLE OF YUURI’S FACE. YOU KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS? A KISS.


(i still see comments about “they hugged” so im angrrry)

Heaven- Daryl Dixon

Plot/Request: Anon requested- “Can I request a daryl imagine where he sees y/n talking to some guy who was always flirting with her and he gets upset over thinking and they have a fight and he says that he knows he’s no good for her and lots of fluff?”

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Warnings: swearing

 i feel like i said “ain’t” way too much LOL 


“(Y/N),” Daryl called, his voice slightly rougher than usual. Your head snapped back, looking straight at the blue-eyed man. “Come ‘ere.” 

Confusion slipped into your mind, your head tilting to the right with furrowed brows. Daryl nibbled on his thumb, anticipating your arrival. Quickly you excused yourself from the previous conversation you were a part of, telling Mason you’d be back in a moment. 

He nodded awkwardly, his mouth opening and closing but no words left. With another nod, he sighed loudly. You gave him a soft smile before walking to Daryl’s side, giving him an odd glance. 

“Uh,” You began, looking his nervous figure up and down before leaning on one hip. “What’s up?” 

“Just–” He shook his head, “Don’t talk to him.” The grunt left his lips, his arm extending to grab yours and pull you away, but you slightly pushed him back. 

“Pfft,” You scoffed, “Why not? He’s my friend.” 

“I don’t trust him.” 

“Why not? He’s proved himself to us, he’s not a bad guy.” You fought back, feeling somewhat defensive of Mason. 

Daryl grunted, shaking his head as he mumbled softly, “Whatever.” 

“No– why are you acting this way?” You pulled him back, raising your voice a bit. 

“I ain’t acting like anything.” Daryl growled, his face nearing yours. Suddenly he snapped his arm back, ripping it out of your gentle grasp. “Don’t fuckin’ touch me, girl.”

“What the hell is wrong with you?” You ran into his way, stopping him without any real physical contact. Daryl looked down to the ground, trying to contain his anger. 

“It’s nothin’, go back to your prince.” 

“My prince? What the–” You stopped mid-sentence, eyes going wide with realization. “Oh my god.” You whispered, a small smirk growing on your face. “You’re jealous!” 

“I ain’t jealous.” Daryl blushed softly, sniffling as he stomped away. You chased after him, slightly smiling. 

“Jesus, Daryl. I’m not into him like that. If I wanted to be with him, I wouldn’t be with you.” You tried, pulling him back once more. He looked you in the eyes, slightly worried at his emotions overflowing. “I love you, just you. Ok?” 

“(Y/N), I ain’t good enough–” 

“No. Daryl don’t say that.” You shook your head, mouth slightly ajar. You pulled his face closer to yours, your slightly cold hands resting on his warm cheeks. The wind brushed against your exposed skin, leaves rustling in the distance. “You’re my little piece of heaven. I love you to death.”

He nodded softly, giving you a hint of a smile.

“I love you too.” 


Hi anon!!! I’m so sorry I couldn’t really give a good answer to this. I usually sketch in one layer and clean as I go, but I generally don’t use a lot of guidelines to help me draw the face. (Also, I don’t know if you could tell, but I actually moved the nose around a lot in the above drawing LOL I’m always checking and adjusting things as I sketch…) If I’m drawing the head tilted at an angle, then I do tend to use a cross-like guideline to help me in drawing the nose at the center, like so:

I also have this slightly old-ish sped up video of me drawing yams where I didn’t use a circle guideline at all. I kind of just draw in the way that I’m comfortable with at that moment. @_@

While this method is what works for me right now, I acknowledge that it’s not a very good way to draw. I rely mostly on gut feeling when it comes to the placement of facial features, and that means I make a lot of errors along the way and it can get really time consuming to correct them. If you are still starting out in learning how to draw, I would recommend looking at these tutorials as it is what I’ve been referring to when I do my own face studies, and I find them pretty easy to follow!

Angel Preferences: Valentines' Day/ La Saint Valentin

I understand this is a few days overdue, I apologize. I hope you enjoy it anyways.


Originally posted by sooper-dee-dooper-natural


Said angel jumped at your sudden exclamation, as you were sitting right next to him. “Ye-”

You purposely cut him off by shoving a piece of chocolate in his mouth. “Happy Valentines’ Day, Cas.”

When he finished chewing, he spoke, “I didn’t find your sudden yelling very pleasant, but the candy was delightful.”

You laughed and hugged him. “I’m sorry,” you held up the heart-shaped box of chocolates. “Have another as a sign of forgiveness.”

Castiel tilted his head slightly, “You understand that you don’t have to suborn me with chocolate for me to forgive you, right?”

“Just eat this chocolate with me.”


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You shuffle into your room after a long day, wanting nothing more than at least six hours of sleep. You open the door to see dimmed lights. Rose petals littered the floor and bed, which lead to Gabriel laying shirtless on the bed, chocolate in his mouth. He winked.

You smirk and strut to him. He smirked and leaned on his elbows. You broke off the chocolate and started eating it yourself. You laid next to him with a yawn.

He rolled on his stomach and pouted, “You know, it’s not nice to lead a man on like that.”

“Yeah, well I’m not in the mood. I’m tired, and I just want to watch TV and eat chocolate.”

“Well, why didn’t you say so?” he said. Gabriel snapped, and the next second the room was cleaned, and [your favourite show] was playing on the television. The rest of the night consisted of cuddles, TV, and occasional kisses.


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“You’re looking particularly susceptible this evening,” Lucifer spoke, staring down at you from the arm of the couch.

“That’s because the only movies playing today are romances,” you say, scrunching your nose as a kissing scene appears on the screen.

Lucifer glanced at the screen and immediately turned away, gagging.

You chuckle, “Me too.” You sigh and grab the remote, turning off the television. You lay back and start slipping off the couch, although you didn’t do anything about it.

“I thought they played a variety of shows. What’s the vile occasion?”

“Vile is definitely the word for it. It’s a holiday dedicated to love, where you spend the day with a significant other,” you explain, unknown to Lucifer’s slightly wandering eyes.

“You don’t have a significant other?” he asked.


Lucifer pauses in his speech for a few moments. “Then, you wouldn’t mind…spending the rest of the day in my company, would you?”

“Of course not, but you have to find something better to do than watching romances.”

Trying out this new thing where I try to break my writer’s block by writing about something else. As a result: Shiro/Ulaz & truth serum.

Ulaz finds Shiro tucked away in a small cell, sitting on the floor with one leg drawn up towards his chest. He stirs only slightly when Ulaz tears open the door, his head tilting against the wall when he tries to lift it, eyes open but hooded, cloudy with the promise of sleep.

“Hello,” he says when Ulaz drops to his knees beside him. Shiro speaks the word slowly and with intent, careful to make sure he’s getting it right. His tongue stumbles over the second syllable, slurring it out instead of flicking it off the roof of his mouth.

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Darling || Stiles

A/N- Nobody requested this but I just had an idea and had to write it down. I quite like how it turned out. Requests appreciated :)

Originally posted by life-as-a-mediocre

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Victor and Yuuri’s kiss (??) in ep. 12

As wonderful as the finale was, I’m sure we were all hoping for a kiss scene. I don’t know about you all but I kept expecting it to happen, but maybe there was a reason for that. The animation team seemed to broadcast that particularly in the scene right before Yuuri’s FS

I’ll explain under the cut.

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Thank you so much for the request!

I hope this is good, I was thinking about how to do this all day but kept having a bunch of little ideas, nothing big enough to turn into a fic though.

Head cannon


Jason climbed through the window. It was nearly four in the morning and he was completely exhausted. He righted himself and took off his hood and jacket. The dog on the bed looked up at him, tilting its head slightly. Jason smiled and nodded to it. After stripping down to his underwear he went to pet the dog, a sign telling it to move out of his spot. But the dog didn’t move.

“Come on Buster.” He Whispered but the mutt only laid its head down again. “Buster come on.” He whispered in a bit of a more demanding tone. The dog let out a huff, still not moving. Jason was about to say something again but then he made out your arm.

You were holding onto the dog. That’s when it clicked.


Jason and you took Buster out for his daily walk. As usual Jason had one hand in yours and the other on the leash. The park was always nice this time of year, the leaves were just starting to fall, but yet it was still warm enough that one could manage with a light jacket.

“Hey Jay, i’ll be back i just want to go to the bathroom.” You said, he nodded and sat on a bench, letting Buster sniff around.

You made your way to the small building at the edge of the park. You walked around the corner where the opening for the girls room was when someone grabbed you. You were brought behind the building and your head was slammed up against the wall. Two guys stood in front of you. One put a knife to your neck, drawing a smidge of blood.

“Purse, wallet, watch.” He said.

A fist than collided with his face. The thug fell to the ground. His friend brought out a second knife and held it towards Jason but Jay just kicked it away and started fighting him, well beating on him was more the correct term.

The first thug realized quickly that they were not going to win this, so he took off running. The guy didn’t even take two steps before Busters teeth were engraved in his shin. The man fell and now Buster had the opportunity to snap and bite any where he wished.

“You okay?” Jason said, stepping over the unconscious would be criminal. You nodded your head but you knew you were shaking. Jason came up to you and put his hand on your chin lifting it up and seeing the cut. He leaned down and kissed it before bringing you into his arms. Both of you ignoring the first thug screaming for help.


Buster nearly ripped the man to pieces, as did Jason. But now he understood why you were holding so tightly to the dog, and why it refused to leave you.

“Well move over.” He whispered. Not really giving the dog a chance to move as he climbed into bed anyway. He decided to wrap his arms around the dog as well.

Buster was always a good cuddler whenever Jason had nightmares. On those nights he would even call the dog over from its bed, or sometimes he would wake up in a cold sweat only to find the dog sitting on his side of the bed, head resting on the mattress, waiting for the okay to jump up. Jason would even wake up sometimes to the dog licking his face, or you gently shaking him if he was having a really bad one.

Buster helped him a lot on those nights, and he wasn’t going to take the dog from you when you needed him.

When you opened your eyes the next morning you saw your two favorite boys, your boyfriend, and your dog. Both of you holding onto it, as drool fell onto Jason’s pillow. Part of you wanted to get up, but you just couldn’t pull away, this moment was so sweet and perfect. You never wanted to let go. You leaned down a bit and pressed a kiss to the dog’s head, before closing your eyes and going back to sleep.


Harry Potter x Cedric Diggory
Warnings: GoF spoilers, death

Dudley Dursley sneers menacingly from the doorway of Harry’s bedroom, his stout chin jutting out slightly, eyebrows raised. “Who’s Cedric?”

Harry stares at his cousin, lips parted as he snatches his glasses from his bedside table and situates them upon his face. “What?” he breathes as he sits up in bed, a twinge of nervousness swirling in his chest.

“You were talking in your sleep - shouting, actually,” Dudley retorts, tilting his head to the right and crossing his arms across his rather large chest. “Don’t kill Cedric, please!” he mimics, a smirk plastered on his lips. “Who’s Cedric, Harry? Your boyfriend?

Harry’s hands are tightly balled into fists at his sides.

Harry was properly introduced Cedric Diggory underneath the hot August sun.

With a wide, crooked smile and locks of brown hair falling onto his forehead, Cedric held out a hand in Harry’s direction. “Cedric Diggory.”

After pushing his glasses an inch up his nose and quickly swallowing the small lump in his throat, Harry grasped the taller boy’s hand, giving it a firm shake. “Harry Potter,” he responded, green eyes grinning up at him.


Harry was undoubtedly skeptical when he first heard about the use of a Portkey. He frowned at the old, ragged boot sitting in the grass, and then peered up at Mr. Weasley.

“So we just grab ahold of it?” he asked, furrowing his eyebrows.

“Absolutely,” said Arthur, along with a large grin. “It’ll take us exactly where we need to go.”

Sighing, Harry took his place among the lot of them traveling with the old shoe. Once his slightly shaking fingers made contact with the torn leather, he suddenly felt as if he were spinning rapidly in circles, the ground gone from beneath him.

He glanced up for a moment, and was surprised to see Cedric looking in his direction, the momentum of wind causing his hair to fly all around his head. When their eyes met, the corner of Cedric’s mouth tugged upward, and Harry felt his chest tighten -

Mr. Weasley was yelling something, and Harry hadn’t caught the words.

He tore his eyes from Cedric and looked over at Arthur. “What?” he yelled, the swirling air loud in his ears.

“LET GO!” Arthur repeated, causing Harry to hurriedly yank his fingers from the boot, which sent him spiraling backward, the faint sound of Hermione’s scream the only thing he could hear.

Harry hit the ground with a harsh thud. Groaning, he glanced at the others that had landed in the same means, noticing that Arthur, Cedric, and Mr. Diggory weren’t present.

Shortly after, he spotted the three of them, floating down to the ground in ease and landing gently on their feet. Harry couldn’t deny the hint of embarrassment in the base of his throat at how easy that appeared to be for Cedric.

Then there was a hand outstretched toward him, long fingers not quivering in the slightest. Harry looked up to see Cedric, grinning at him, again.

“Thanks,” Harry muttered as he clutched his hand and Cedric pulled him up, almost effortlessly.

He watched Cedric join the rest of the group, already proceeding down the hill. Harry hesitated for a moment, before attempting to shake the smile of his face and catch up.


Nobody was truly surprised when Cedric Diggory’s name came shooting out of that goblet - Harry included. As his friends clapped Cedric on the back in congratulations, a smile so delicately poised on his face, Harry couldn’t help but look in his direction.

But when a fourth name protruded from that cup, chaos ensued. 

“Harry,” Dumbledore said, in the calmest voice he could muster. “Did you put your name in the Goblet of Fire?”

“No, sir, I didn’t,” he replied immediately, to which Fleur lightly scoffed and Viktor grimly turned away. Dumbledore sighed, exasperated, and retreated to his desk. He began to rifle through papers, probably to keep his hands busy to distract him from all the worry in his brain.

Harry felt someone step up beside him. Looking up, he saw Cedric peering down at him, a look of pity on his face. “I believe you, Harry,” he whispered, out of earshot of the rest of the people in the office.

Harry gave him the smallest hint of a smile. “Thanks, Cedric.”


Potter Stinks / Support Cedric Diggory

The two phrases that had been displayed on what felt like every Hufflepuff and Slytherin’s robes, in attempt to intimidate Harry, or otherwise, just bring him down.

After ignoring Draco Malfoy’s taunts about how long he’d last in the tournament, Harry stomped through the courtyard. He was passing a bench of laughing Hufflepuff students when he heard a rushed, “Harry! Wait up.”

He whipped around to see Cedric, dispatching from his friends and moving toward him, his robes bearing no button. He leaned down to reach Harry’s level and said, “I asked them not to wear them.”

Harry glanced at him and responded, “Whatever.” 

Then he stalked back into the castle.


After Hagrid showed Harry the dragons intended to be used for the first task, he also learned that both Fleur and Viktor were aware as well.

He only thought it was justified to tell Cedric.

“Diggory!” he yelled across the corridor of the second floor, when he had spotted Cedric walking alone to class. 

“Yeah, Harry?” he replied, raising his eyebrow, once Harry had jogged over to no longer be in yelling distance.

“Dragons,” Harry blurted, nervously tugging on his scarlet tie.

Cedric’s face slightly scrunched, his eyebrows knotting together in confusion. “Huh?”

“The first task,” Harry clarified, standing up straighter. “It’s something to do with dragons.”

The features on Cedric’s face relaxed, and Harry couldn’t help but stare at the sharpness of his jaw, the gentle curve of his lips. “Are you sure?”

“Yeah.” Harry was about to explain how he had found out, but ultimately decided to attempt to gain Cedric’s trust instead. “I’m sure.”

Cedric’s grey eyes narrowed, as the right side of his mouth upturned into a smirk. “Well thanks, Potter.”


The next few months flew by in a bit of a whirlwind. The instance of almost being killed by a Hungarian Horntail aside, Harry was feeling quite anxious, for quite a big reason.

The Yule Ball was approaching.

In all honesty, Harry wouldn’t mind attending with the tall, brown-haired Hufflepuff boy. But he knew he’d never have the courage, despite being a Gryffindor, to follow through in that plan.

So him and Ron searched, unluckily, for dates, gaining the feeling of hopelessness in the process. 

Finally, after a few weeks, Harry managed to get Parvati and Padma Patil to agree to attend with both him and Ron.

Although, on Christmas night, the sisters abandoned the boys at the dance, not long after the opening Champions’ dance. Harry and Ron sat at one of the tables, watching the dance floor in utter defeat.

Harry couldn’t stop staring at Cedric and Cho Chang. 

He sighed as Cedric twirled Cho, a giggle caught naturally between her teeth. The sight of Cedric’s smile alone caused Harry to suck in a short breath.

Ron turned his neck to look at his best friend. “You wanted to ask Cho, huh?”

“What?” Harry said, snapping out of his thoughts. He blinked rapidly as Ron searched his face.

“Cho Chang,” Ron reiterated, nodding his head toward her and Cedric. 

“Oh, right. Yeah,” Harry breathed, staring back at the dancers. “I wanted to go with her.”

His green eyes were glued to the couple’s hands, their fingers tightly linked together.


Even with Hermione’s help, Harry could not figure out what to do with that golden egg. It was supposed to be a clue about the second task, but Harry was getting nowhere. On the verge of giving up, feeling a profound amount of weight upon his shoulders, he walked through the castle grounds, when he heard an all too familiar voice calling his name.

Cedric clambered up to him, appearing slightly out of breath. “How are you, Harry?”

Confused, Harry scrunched his brows and curtly replied, “Spectacular.”

Cedric grinned, clearly not affected by Harry’s sarcasm. “You know the prefects bathroom, on the fifth floor?” 

Harry nodded, having no clue why he was on about restrooms, of all things.

Then Cedric leaned in, inches away from Harry’s left ear, and whispered, “It’s not the worst place for a bath.”

Harry’s eyes widened. “W-what?” he stuttered, running his tongue rapidly over his lips.

“Just take your egg, and… have a bath,” Cedric said, before smiling and turning around. Harry watched him walk away, eyebrows still raised in a bit of shock.


After the second task, Rita Skeeter published an article about The Thrilling Romance Between Harry Potter & Hermione Granger.

Harry scanned it one Tuesday morning in the Great Hall, taking in the ridiculous facts Rita had come up with and decided to showcase as the truth.

He instinctively glanced over at the Hufflepuff table, his eyes landing on Cedric. One of his friends was looking at the paper, and Cedric simply peered at at, a blank expression on his face.

Harry sucked in a breath, thrusting the paper at Hermione and biting into a piece of toast.


The third task was when everything changed.

Harry remembered nodding at Cedric before entering the maze, and his chest tightening when Cedric nodded back.

He remembered hearing the high pitched scream of Fleur Delacour, and sending up red sparks in her favor.

He remembered the glossy eyes of Viktor Krum, repeatedly throwing curses in Harry’s direction.

He remembered Cedric yelling, “Get down!” as he battled Viktor, eventually sending him flying to the ground. 

He remembered sprinting toward the light, Cedric hot on his heels. The two boys shoving each other, in attempt to get there before the other.

He remembered Cedric falling harshly to the floor, struggling against the vines. A mangled, “Harry!” which made Harry stop dead in his tracks.

He remembered running back to help; heavy breathing once they were both standing up again. 

“Thanks,” Cedric had breathed, looking down at Harry. 

“No problem,” he had replied, hand still grasping Cedric’s arm.

He remembered reaching the trophy. Neither of them had made the move to touch it. “You saved me, take it!” Cedric yelled, over the wind, which reminded Harry clearly of the first day they had met.

He remembered replying, “Together?”

And then everything went dark.

Harry would never forget those words, forever etched into his brain,

“Kill the spare.”

He remembered screaming Cedric’s name as he watched the light leave the boy’s eyes.

The rest seemed to happen so quickly.

Voldemort regaining his body, the gathering of Death Eaters. Battling the Dark Lord, watching Cedric’s ghostly body erupt from the end of Voldemort’s wand, along with his parents.

“Take my body back for me, Harry. Take my body back to my parents.”

He remembered getting away, clutching Cedric’s limp hand and grabbing the Portkey.

Last of all, Harry remembered returning to Hogwarts, Cedric’s dead body hitting the floor with a thud. He remembered sobbing into his chest, refusing to pry his hands off of him.

He remembered completely breaking down, the last time he saw Cedric Diggory.

Harry glares at his cousin, who still wears a smug look on his plump face.

Climbing out of bed and stopping right in front of Dudley’s face, he growls, “Shut up.”

And Harry pushes past him, walking out of his bedroom.

Quick Write: Making Out With Jumin

I don’t have the energy to write full length fics right now because of the busy season at work but I still sometimes acquire inspiration and I haven’t posted the quick things, and I will start doing that now so I can just document them and share them as well. 


Jumin’s lips caressed against yours, hesitant at first as if he was still unsure of how he felt towards you. Or how you felt towards him. One of his hands cupped your cheek as his head tilted slightly, his confidence growing as your lips moved with his. Jumin’s warm tongue prodded between your lips, eliciting a gasp from you as your hands instinctively balled in his striped dress shirt. His tongue brushed across your teeth then ventured deeper, skirting along your tongue then tangling against it. His kiss was like a drug, it kept pulling you deeper and deeper into a spiral of a need for more of him. You could get as much as you could from him and still want more. A thrill ran up his spine with each noise you made, the sloppy noises of the kiss vibrated through both of you, a fog clinging to both of your minds. Jumin backed you against a wall, his forearms slamming against the wall as he somehow deepened the kiss even more. And made you unable to escape his delicious hunger. He groaned, the deep noise lavished across your eardrums, it made you hot all over. He didn’t pull away from your lips until you were trembling from your need for air, and you could tell from the burning in his eyes and the string of saliva still joining you that he wasn’t near though with you.

Steve Rogers Imagine #2 -Studying

Imagine Steve interrupting you while you’re studying

A/N: Sorry not my best work. The ending was bad but I hope you liked the rest :) Also, remember that I take requests so just ask if you want anything!

You heard the faint creak of your bedroom door opening and then closing again. Soft taps of sockless feet on hardwood followed that. All of a sudden, a pair of strong arms wrapped loosely around your neck and around your chest from behind your desk chair. You tilted your head down slightly and gently kissed the muscular forearm under your chin.

“(Y/N)…” Steve whined quietly as he tilted his head into your neck and slowly kissed from your collarbone to just below your ear.

“Steve, I have exams tomorrow. I can’t do this right now.” You replied softly, but firmly; this time turning your head to the side to place a kiss on his cheek.

“(Y/N) please?” He whined, “It’s almost midnight and you’ve been studying and doing work since you got home. It’s late and I need to cuddle.” He placed a light kiss on the top of your head and rolled your chair away from your desk so you were facing him. He squatted down so your faces were across from each other’s.

You stared into each other’s eyes for about a minute until you gave into his big, pleading, puppy dog eyes. You delicately took his face in your hands and pulled him in for a passionate kiss. He stood up a little bit so he was standing over you and pulled away from the kiss.

“I thought you had to keep doing work.” Steve said in a low voice and flashed a sly smile at you.

“That can wait.” You replied.

He carried you out of your desk chair and into the living room. He set you down on the couch and went back into your shared bedroom to get blankets and pillows. He brought them back and playfully threw himself on top of you along with the pillows and blankets he got for you guys.

His head was rested just under your chin and he was laying on top of you with his arms half around your waist and his hands on your upper back. He turned his head so his face was against your neck. He gave you a few kisses in different places on your neck. Your fingers were slowly twirling through his hair.

“I love you.” He said against your skin, so it was slightly muffled.

“I love you too.” You said back. You felt his soft lips curl into a smile against your skin as he shifted to get into a more comfortable position.

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Imagine hearing Dean with someone else

“Hey.” You smiled over at Sam as you made your way down the bunker stairs, slinging your jacket on the back of an empty chair.

“What are you doing here?” His eyes looked up from the book in his hands, widening in horror. He swallowed back a lump in his throat as he tried to remain as normal as possible.

“I live here Sammy?” Your eyebrows knitted together in confusion as you shook your head. You were about to laugh it off but something told you not to.

“Yeah, but I thought you were out.” He coughed slightly, scratching the back of his neck.

“I was, and now I’m home?” You looked at him questionably, your head tilted to the side.

“Just thought you’d be gone longer.” Sam had always been terrible at hiding things, and right now this was one of those times.

“Okay Winchester, spill. What’s going on?” Your hand was on your hip as you stood in front of him. His nervous was clearly visible and you could tell he was searching for the right way to tell you something.

“I don’t-” As if on cue, a girlish giggle floated down the hallway and cut him off. The sound acted like a sharp ended blade, piercing you right in the chest. You felt the heat prickle on your face and the tears form in your eyes but you refused to cry. You’d spilled too many tears over Dean Winchester.

“Oh.” You blinked a few times, your heart beat speeding up.

“Y/N…” You couldn’t stand the look of pity in Sam’s eyes. He knew all about your feelings towards his older brother and he hated to see you like this, but there was nothing he could do to stop Dean bringing back who ever he wanted.

“On second thoughts, I need a drink.” You picked your discarded jacket back up and practically bolted for the door, only slowing down to turn back to Sam. “You coming?”

Seducing - Kamunami

Izuru: “Nanami, stop.”

Chiaki: *confused* “I’m not doing anything…”

Izuru: “You’re seducing me.”

Chiaki: *tilts head slightly* “How am I seducing you?”

Izuru: “You’re doing it right now.”

Chiaki: *even more confused* “I don’t understand…”

Izuru: “If you don’t stop, I’ll have to take extreme measures.”

Chiaki: “Extreme measures…?”

Izuru: *arises and walks towards Chiaki*

Chiaki: *a little scared* “Izuru…?”


Chiaki: *is sitting in Izuru’s lap with her arms wrapped his neck* “….”

Izuru: “….”

Chiaki: “Umm… how long do I have to stay like this?”

Izuru: “Until you admit that you were seducing me.”

Chiaki: *pouts* “I wasn’t doing anything, though…”

Izuru: “….”

Chiaki: *sighs* “I don’t mind holding you like this, but…” *accidentally presses her chest into Izuru’s*

Izuru: “!”

Chiaki: *moves* “S-Sorry!”  

Izuru: “….”

Chiaki: *worried that she made him angry* “Izuru?”

Izuru: “…How boring.”

Chiaki: “Eh?”

Izuru: *brings Chiaki in close towards his chest*

Chiaki: “!”

Izuru: *holds her* 

Chiaki: “….” *holds onto Izuru*

Both: *awkward silence*

Chiaki: “If you just wanted me to be close to you, you could’ve just ask me you know…” “You don’t have to be embarrassed.”

Izuru: “This has nothing to do with wanting you to be close to me.” “You were seducing me. I am only giving you the proper punishment.”

Chiaki: *smiles* “I see.”

Izuru: “The longer it takes for you to admit it, the longer we’ll have to be like this.”

Chiaki: *nuzzles into his neck* “Then I guess we’re going to stay like this for a while.”

Izuru: “….” *feels warm on the inside* “So be it.”

Conversations In Bed - 16/?

“Hey, you said we would talk about it tonight.”

Kara looked over the expanse of papers spread across their bed. Cat was right. Kara had said they would talk about it tonight, though she hadn’t counted on Cat to be so well prepared.

Kara shifted to meet Cat’s gaze on the other side of the spacious bed. Her fiancée’s head was slightly tilted with a soft, compassionate countenance. Kara knew that Cat knew she didn’t want to talk about it. That’s why the reminder was said with such a quiet and loving tone.

Kara leaned back against the headboard. “I know I did.”

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'you're so brave' with bodhi

“I don’t feel that way,” he murmurs, sinking further into himself. “Everything that I did, I did out of fear. I don’t think that makes me very brave.”

You smile softly, tilting your head slightly as you tuck a stray strand of hair behind his ear. He leans into the touch, and your heart reaches for him.

“I think that makes you even braver,” you respond, your hand resting on the side of his neck. “You wouldn’t be human if you didn’t feel fear, Bodhi. You were afraid but you still did the right thing, and you still overcame it. That’s amazing.”

You watch as he scans your face, your eyes, anything that might indicate to him that you’re just saying it to comfort him. But when he finds nothing but sincerity, he slowly starts to smile.

“Thank you.”