a little to comfortable

Not Lout

Snotlout :’( 

Love the insecurities, and his anxiety, and the pressure his father puts on him and how he’s still struggling to find himself in that messy balance of dad’s approval and changing with the times and fitting in with his peers.

You know what else I love?

Acknowledging that the dragon riders are aware that Hiccup’s going to be chief one day and that they’re looking at how the dynamics in their group are going to shift and where their future lies.

I joined the ‘Teacher Weight Loss Challenge’ at my school and I’m currently in second place having lost 4 pounds last week.

I may have been skipping out on the gym the past few months (life has been stressful), but I’m totally ready to get back into a shape that I feel comfortable with.

anonymous asked:

why do u think not worth watching was awkward? just curious

hmm idk the whole thing just seemed weird and a little bit off. they didn’t seem comfortable being on camera, except for maybe dan? like louise was acting weird and they kept talking over phil and interrupting him (though dan does that a lot anyways but ? it was just awkward in this video?) idk the whole thing was just….weird to watch. i feel like they were three friends who met on the internet and were just hanging out for the first time and didn’t know how to act around each other

Supernatural: From Moody to Merry (Reader)

Ta-da! Here’s my fic for sherlock!anon, whose birthday was today! She requested sister!reader with any older brothers from different fandoms that she listed. And I really only pictured the prompt happening with Sam and Dean. You are an amazing person, so I really hope you enjoy my gift for you!

Littlesister!reader of Sam and Dean Winchester fic

Please Enjoy!

You felt it again. Barely noticeable, but it was the repetitiveness of the tiny flicks against the back of your head and neck. Chewed off pieces of eraser again. Or perhaps spit balls. You never bothered to look behind you to check.

It’s always been like this. The small attacks on your self esteem either in class or walking down the hallways. Your friends did defend you and cared for you when you went to them for advice or consolation. The bullies had always sort of followed you.

And you’d listen to your friends’ support. Always. You took in how they always told you it wasn’t you, it was the asshole bullies. But your own self esteem had been tanked since day one, so you’d always think it was something about you that made people hate you. They didn’t even know you, though. Was it my hair? The way I walk? My complexion? Was I too fat, too thin? You never bothered to stop a bully calling you a bitch in the hallway to inquire why exactly you were considered a bitch.

Though these issues had plagued you for probably years, you’d only opened up once or twice to your older brothers. And each time they were unhelpful, wanting to beat the crap out of the bullies or scare them shitless of their knowledge of the supernatural.

It was at times like these; the ones when you’d drive home from school with tears in your eyes after another tough day; the ones where you wished with all your might that you had a dad and mom to go home to who’d comfort you and wish you well and wow, maybe even handle these issues like adults.

But no, you had Sam and Dean Winchester. You loved them to death. They’d protect you at all cost. It just wasn’t the right time to go to them. They hardly helped with things like these.

With the car parked in the garage (not the precious Impala, of course. just one of the dumpier rides), you swiftly walked inside, hoping you didn’t run into either of your brothers.

Dean was lounging in the living room when you opened the door and he smiled, “Hey, Y/N. How was school?”

“Fine. How was your day?” you asked in return, stepping into the room.

“Spent a lazy day looking for cases.”

“Oh nice,” you remarked, “I’m tired, so I’m gonna go nap, okay?” you said and walked straight past the living room to seek refuge in your own bedroom.

Dean nodded, “Sure. Rest up.”

You usually played your troubles off well when the bullies really bothered you again. Dean had no clue half the time. It was almost always Sam who’d read into you more and ask you what was really wrong. Luckily, no Sam in sight today.

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For @leiascully‘s XFWritingChallenge Prompt: Keys.

Post ep for Home Again.

Each step was an effort. The very act of walking away from the beach, leaving the water to lap gently in their absence, letting the birds reclaim the log, felt like a betrayal. An ending she didn’t want to begin.

           “Give me the keys, Scully.”

           “I’m fine, Mulder.”

           He stood by the driver’s side and held out his hand. She licked her lips, regarded the outline of sand around her shoes and did what he’d asked.

           He held her fingers a moment. She looked at him, his eyes wearied by grief. He’d loved her mother too.

           “Thank you,” she whispered.

He didn’t drive her to her apartment. He drove her home. The paint was still peeling away from the weatherboards, the flyscreen was still studded with rips, the steps still unsteady. But the little house wore its scars well. Inside, it was comfort, not contempt, that greeted her. The familiarity of the light filtering through the drapes that never quite met in the middle. The snagged thread in the hall rug that had run even further. The chip on the small mahogany table that held up the ugly lamp that Mulder insisted was antique. And gathered like old friends, the sofa and arm chairs welcomed her. Mulder hung her coat, made coffee the way she really liked it, sat beside her again.

           “Just like old times,” she said, smiling at him over her mug.

           “Do you want to talk some more?”

           She shook her head, sniffing back a tear. “When did we stop talking, Mulder?”

           “I don’t think we ever stopped talking, Scully. I think we just stopped sharing. We kept a little back for ourselves, locked it away. Each of us thinking that the other didn’t really understand, didn’t really need to know, probably did the same anyway…”

           Steam from his coffee curled between them. He blew at it, spreading it low over the rim of his cup.

           “What secrets did you hold onto, Mulder?”

           He chuckled softly. “None that I recall are so important now.”

           “None that you would take to your grave?” Her voice cracked, her face crumpled. Fresh tears burned her eyes.

“Scully,” he sighed. He put his mug down. Removed hers. Pulled her to him. His breath heated the top of her hair. She moved closer, nestled under his chin. “Perhaps your mother wanted a secret to herself. Some small story that she alone could recall with vivid detail. Women like your mother, their lives revolved around their family. Perhaps this pendant represented a sort of independence for her. A reminder that she was a woman in her own right, not just a wife, a mother.”

His heart beat against her cheek. “So I’m not supposed to unlock its secret?”

“I think it would be like reading a diary, peeking at a present before it’s wrapped, reading the last few pages of the book. You wouldn’t want to know. You shouldn’t know. I think the least we can do is let her keep her secret.”

She let him stroke her hair, let him drop small kisses across her forehead, let his fingers massage her arm. She let his fingers direct her chin up and let his lips find hers. She let him nuzzle her neck and tell her that he’d missed her. She let him brush her breast and let him apologise for it. She let him do it again, freely. She let him lead her to the bedroom, their bedroom.

He was still wearing his suit and tie. She was still wearing hers. He untied it and hung it over the chair on his side.

“If this isn’t what you want, Scully, you need to say it now. I’ll understand.”

She unbuttoned his shirt, took a wisp of hair between her fingers, watched the way the  muscles in his chest moved. She unbuttoned her own. “I want this.” She noticed the way his fingers trembled, and smiled in surprise at him. “Are you nervous, Mulder?”

Looking away briefly, he let out a small laugh. “We’ve known each other more than twenty years and you can still reduce me to a quaking mess, Scully.”

She let him unhook her bra. His eyes raked over her with the same wonder they always held. She felt the heat of the blush spread over her face, neck, chest. She looked down.

“There’s a part of you that will always be locked away from me, Scully. I tried for a long time to crack your code, but it wasn’t until a long time after you left that I finally figured that you need your secrets. That they’re yours to hide away, not mine to find.”

“Does that bother you?”

He shook his head, rubbing a thumb over her nipple. “Not any more. I think I’m lucky that you show me anything of yourself, your true self. I would say that I’ve been luckier than most men who’ve loved you, Scully. I have seen some of those dark places of yours.”

She rubbed the back of his hair as he suckled her breast. “I think you know me about as well as I do.”

“I love you, Scully.” He kissed her long and deep.

“I know.”

She lay back in his arms and unlocked a little more of herself for him.

BIG BANG, BTS and iKON REACT: To you having a nightmare (trigger warning)

Anonymous said to kpopgroupsreact:
hello can I get a Hanbin (ikon), jinhwan (ikon), seungri (bigbang), gdragon & jimin (bts) reaction when their gf wakes up in the middle of the night because she had a nightmare? It just happened to me right now and I was so scared ):

Awww, I’m so sorry nightmares give an awful after-feeling. I hope this comforts you if even a little bit :)

G-Dragon: You lay still, face turned towards the ceiling. Everything was fine. Your expression calm. Your right hand was enclosed in Jiyong’s left, his right hand holding his cellphone, the light illuminating his face in the dim room. The room was calm, the only movement was the rise and fall of your chest and the soft waves of the curtains as the moonlight filtered through the sheer material. Your eyes were shut, still with occasional shifting. Just as everything outside your mind was calm, everything inside was calm. Calm.

You were strolling down a grassy path, sunlight filtering through the rows of trees surrounding you, a gentle breeze blowing past. As you walked along further, the light began to fade. Your warm surroundings began to darken and the cold crept quickly up as the wind grew stronger. The ground began to spin as you raced through the forest. You couldn’t understand what was going on but you knew something was coming for you. You screamed out as cold, bony hands grabbed your shoulders and you awoke with a jolt.

Your shaky breaths and the dark room made the uneasy feeling grow and you sat up quickly.

“Y/N?” Jiyong’s voice broke the trance and you realised you had been squeezing his hand so tightly that his hand began to redden. “A bad dream?” his soft tone made you relax and you nodded. Jiyong closed his phone and placed it on the nightstand before pulling you in a tight embrace. Although your heartbeat was still racing you felt safe in his arms. A few moments later you could hear a soft hum, and you smiled as his gentle notes lulled you back into slumber. The uneasiness ebbing away.

Seungri: The home was quiet. The room was quiet. The only noise was coming from the office in which Seungri sat, typing away on the computer. Spread on the desk were files filled with business paperwork. The office was adjacent to the room you two shared, and the warm light slipped past the doors and bathed your open door. Seungri stood up and walked into the door frame, blocking the light from the hallway. Just a slither escaped from behind his form and lit your face.

You were sound asleep, resting your head on you arm, face tucked into the little nook your elbow made. The duvet rose and fell with each breath. Smiling, Seungri stepped out of the doorway and returned to his work. Just a few more signatures before he could join you. It was past eleven and he had to wake up early to join the other members in the studio to record. You had made him some tea to help him relax before going to bed. He took a sip and scanned over the document in his hand.

You were in a deep slumber. Both in reality and in your dreams. Almost at once a suffocating sensation overcame you. Something was holding you firmly in its grasp and you struggled. You flailed. The duvet flew off of you and you screamed out.

Your scream made Seungri jump, the tea spilling on his hand and onto the ground and a few papers. He ran out of the office and into the bedroom, finding you sitting, shaking, gasping for air. “Y/N! What’s wrong, what happened?” Seungri rushed to your side, kneeling by the bedside, panicked.

“I don’t know…I couldn’t breathe, and it wouldn’t let me go…I thought I was going to die.” you felt his warm hands hold onto your shaking ones. You tried to breathe evenly. One of his hands felt far warmer than the other and you looked down to see his reddened skin. “Why is your hand red?”

“What?” he looked down at the hand that the tea had spilled on. He had been so worried the pain of the hot beverage hadn’t really registered. “The tea must have spilled on my hand.” he sighed, wincing slightly as you brushed the tender skin.

“Did you not notice?” you found your smile, and he returned it. “You better put that under some luke-warm water.” You placed your hands on his shoulder as he stood up, and pushed him towards the bathroom. Now that he had finally realised the injury he was not going to let it go so easily. His childish squirming and whining at the pain made you laugh, and the uneasy feeling the nightmare had enveloped you in had faded away.

Jimin: You felt soft lips pressing against your cheek and a face nuzzling the crook of your neck. The skin to skin contact made your chest feel fuzzy and your stomach full of that warm, tingling sensation. Jimin was home. You weren’t in a deep slumber. You could never fully fall asleep before Jimin was beside you. His presence allowed you to let your mind escape into the dream world.

However, lately you had been having strange dreams. Not entirely frightening, but they always left you with a bad feeling when you awoke. You were nervous to find out what it would be this time, as you slipped into your subconscious.

You were in your home. Jimin was saying something. But you couldn’t hear him. You couldn’t speak when you tried. Panicking you tried reaching out for his hand, only to find the closer you tried to get the further he moved away. He looked angry. He looked sad. You couldn’t tell what was happening. He was just moving further and further away. The shadows in the corners of your eyes began to grow, enveloping you.

You gasped awake. Jimin sitting upright, looking over you with an anxious expression. His eyes scanned your face, “What’s been going on? You haven’t been sleeping like you used to.” His hands brushed away the strands of hair sticking to your face, his voice was soft and soothing.

“I don’t know…I’ve just been having these weird dreams. This one was the worst.” you took the glass of water he passed towards you, sipping at the cool liquid, calming your nerves. “I couldn’t hear you, or speak, or touch you. You looked upset with me, it made me so distraught…” You explained the details of your dream, and the ones before. Jimin listened silently, holding your hands in his and keeping them close to his face, lips gently grazing your fingertips.

“There’s nothing to worry about Y/N, just forget everything.” he pulled you into a soft embrace, rubbing your back.

Hanbin: Your subconscious was in control as your dreamed. You were in a field; open, with tall grasses, sparse trees, and a dark, clouded sky above. You didn’t know why you were running, but you just knew that if you stopped something terrible would happen.

“Y/N?” Who was that? That voice!

“Hanbin! Hanbin!” you called out, arms blindly tearing through the tall grass, trying to find him. “Hanbin-ah!” you were panicked, lost and afraid. Why couldn’t you find him? Where was he? You turned around as a hand grabbed hold of your arm and Hanbin stood behind you. “Where were you?” you clung to him, shaking. But he didn’t respond. When you looked up you found that it wasn’t Hanbin that you were holding onto anymore. It was a masked figure, with cold eyes that glinted in the dim light and a sinister grin slashed across his mouth. You screamed.

“Y/N-ah!” your eyes flew open and you found yourself trying to pull away from Hanbin’s embrace. You were trembling with fear, and you tried not to look at his face. “What’s wrong? Look at me.” you felt his firm hands cup your face and pull your gaze to meet his. It was Hanbin. It was really him. It was just a nightmare. You let out a long sigh as relief flooded you.

“I thought you were someone from my nightmare. He had your voice and your face, but then suddenly he changed. He was so scary, I thought I was going to die.” you explained, wiping the sweat that had formed at your temples.

“You grabbed onto my shirt so tightly I thought I was going to suffocate.” he sighed, pinching your nose before plopping his head back down on the pillow.

“Yah! I was really scared!” you smacked his arm, he extended it and pulled you down beside him, burying your head into his chest.

“Shhh, you’re too noisy.” he murmured sleepily.

Jinhwan: Your eyes flew open and beads of sweat poured down your forehead. It was that same dream again. You were trapped in maze-like building. Running to find the exit out but never coming across it. It harvested such anxiety from you that it was hard to fall asleep and for the past few days you could barely manage more than a few hours of rest. Your eyes traveled to the clock on the wall, it was twenty past eleven. Jinhwan lay facing the ceiling, his head turned towards you, still sound asleep. You slipped out of the blanket from your side and wobbled over to his side of the bed and slowly raised the cover before sliding in. You wrapped your arms around his arm, burying your face into his shoulder. A few moments later you felt him move, turning on his side and taking your arms away from his waist and up onto his shoulders.

“Y/N, what’s wrong?” he murmured sleepily into your hair. You pressed your cheek against his now exposed chest, his arms wrapped around you tightly. “You’ve been waking up like this a lot lately. Do you get any sleep?” albeit sleepy, his tone was worried, he rested his chin atop your head.

“I’ve been having the same dream over and over again,” you admitted after a silent pause, “I can’t ever seem to escape.” The truth was, you knew what was bothering you. It was your hectic schedule, the lack of food and rest, and the stress and anxiety that came with your work. You felt trapped in your life, and your nightmare reflected that. But you didn’t want to worry and stress Jinhwan anymore than he already was. It wasn’t fair. But you also wanted to talk to him. You wanted to tell him everything that was bothering you, and you wanted him to kiss you and tell you it would all be okay and that he was here for you.

And bless the angel you were so incredibly lucky to have because that is exactly what he did, minus you having to burden him. “Y/N, I’m here for you. It’ll all be okay.” he kissed the top of your head, melting away the tenseness.

saint, sinner, matyr

this fic can also be found on ff.net or ao3

Have a little piece that’s a little angsty, a little hurt-comfort and a little fluffy?? I also found out a riza (риза) is a russian term describing the gilding that they give to the portraits of their icons, so there you go!

There’s no particular timeframe for this piece, but I’m thinking prolly after Hughes’ death. Comments are always appreciated and encouraged!

It is three in the morning and Roy has been staring at the marks and lines on her back for a long time. Only some parts are highlighted by the streetlight that leaks into his apartment - the rest of the room is a hazy dull orange that reminds him far too much of Ishval and old research papers. He doesn’t need to strain his eyes to complete the sentences on her skin; finish the patterns that morph into mottled patches. He knows it all by heart – that the dip in her shoulder blades tells him the exact equation for transmuting oxygen around him, and the flare of her hips will help him calculate the distance from where the snap of his fingers is natural to when he needs to concentrate. If he were blinded and could only rely on his touch on her back he would still wager he wouldn’t get lost. Every muscle and piece of skin is known to him intimately.

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Last Updated: February 20, 2017

Found What I Need

Originally posted by malfoypotterpoems

Characters: Y/n, Draco, Neville

Pairing: Draco x Y/n (GENDER NEUTRAL)

Word count: 1672

Warnings: Angst, death of family member, sadness, little bit of fighting, comforting, fluff.

Summary: Draco notices the sadness in Y/n’s eyes, even when no one else does. 

A/N: This was a request from anon​ - Sooo I might totes wanna request a Draco x Hufflepuff!male reader ;v; The reader being a very outgoing, short, slightly chubby and uplifting person. The reader is also close friends with Neville, I’m a sucker for angst and fluff so combining those things would be perf too. Made it gender neutral and didn’t do the whole chubby short appearance, cos I never really use descriptions when it comes to the reader. Hope u don’t mind!! And hope u like it!

Tagged Peeps: @lucifer-in-leather@cubs2019-blog 


“Neville! Wait up!”

You ran to him, holding your books tight to your chest as he smiled back at you.

“Hey, y/n”, Neville greeted, sounding…strange.

You, of course, noticed it.

Neville was your best friend.

Sure, he might have been clumsy, forgetful and just downright ditzy. But he was your best friend.

He had been since you started at Hogwarts.

So you knew when he wasn’t feeling well, or when something was on his mind.

And right now, he definitely had something that was bothering him.

“What’s wrong?” you asked, your tone practically demanding an answer from him, yet still comforting.

That’s what you were like. Everyone knew you as the cheery one. The optimist. The uplifting one.

Hell, you even tried to help out Slytherin’s when they needed it.

You were outgoing and tried to be there for everyone whenever they needed someone to talk to, even if they weren’t the type most people thought deserved any sympathy.

But Neville was still your best friend and you’d get to the bottom of this.

He sighed, feeling your stare, his shoulders dropping as he played with his robe.

“I…uh…I lost my wand”, he mumbled, cheeks turning a soft shade of pink as he avoided your eyes.

You smiled at his cuteness, nudging him with your shoulder as you pushed him forward.

“Come on, moron. Time to hunt for a wand”, you said dramatically, making a small laugh escape Neville.

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tmsixone  asked:

Marty when you're really close to Zack while dating/while you're taking a break

- Marty hates Zack a little bit
- He hates how that stupid prick can always make you smile or laugh
- He hates that that glorified bean pole is your best friend
- And Marty sure as shit hates that when you and him have a fight, you go running to Zack
- So… Marty does what Marty does to ensure that you stay his: villainous things
- He goes through your phone while you’re asleep or in the shower, just to make sure nothing untoward is happening
- He creeps your twitter feed and Instagram account
- When you and Zack get a little too close for his comfort (which is within the same neighborhood of each other), he must worm his body in between you and Zack
- Zack, that asshole, is a touchy feely bloke too so Marty always had to show him exactly what for… by grabbing your ass possessively in plain view of all
- Both you and Zack are strictly friends, though you did try to date long before Marty was in the picture. It just never worked, as you had explained at length, multiple times.
- Zack thought it was hilarious to wind Marty up, always taking an opportunity to tweet to you that he misses you and your hugs or to remind you of an inside joke
- Marty would fume
- you’d have to calm him down
- Which usually meant dragging him off to a secluded area to… fuck some sense into his head.

I just drove my sister’s truck from the hospital near downtown Orlando to her house and came across gridlock at 1:30 in the morning.  Flashing lights meant a bad accident.  People behind me were honking as if that’s going to move traffic along.  Spent about an hour waiting while they cleared that section of I-4 out.

Most of the time, I spend my days relatively anxious and depressed, but sometimes I gain a little perspective.  I lead a fairly comfortable existence, I have steady work, I have a family and friends who love me, and I’m pretty healthy for a man nearing middle age, and the truck has AC.  So while the future is blurry and uncertain, I have the certainty of the now and, sometimes, just being in it, stuck in traffic in the middle of the night with the soft hum of the AC and the blabber on talk radio to keep me company, is worth living for.

Kitty was trying to be smooth (again) but the Princess knows all of his tricks. 

She is not going to fall for any, Chat. Maybe you should change your ways…

…altho who knows. There are many ways to fall.

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