i get nervous to eat

Here’s some things I do when I don’t have energy or forget to eat. This is what helps me, so please keep in mind that it might not work for you.

1) Set reminders! I forget lunch the most, so I have a reminder on my phone at around noon each day telling me to eat lunch. Add as many as you need.

2) For days when you can’t get out of bed, keep some nonperishable food in your room if you can. I have a plastic container near my bed so I can easily reach it without getting up.

  • Mine has granola bars, crackers, fruit snacks, fruit cups, trail mix, jerky, and bottled water. It’s not a “normal” meal, but much better than nothing and requires almost no energy.

3) Break down tasks into very small steps. Sometimes mine are as small as “Sit up in bed, move feet onto floor, stand up, walk out of room, walk down hallway, walk to kitchen”. I give myself time in between steps to build up motivation if I need to.

  • Make a checklist if you need to visualize it!

4) Congratulate yourself after completing a difficult step. Even if it’s a simple step, or after every step. It seemed silly to congratulate myself for getting out of bed, but it really helps motivate me to continue.

  • My internal dialogue for this is something like “Okay you did it! That wasn’t too bad. Now you can do the next step too” or “If that was the hardest part, I can do this”

5) I go to @lowspoonsgourmet when I don’t know what to make and they organize recipes by how many spoons it requires!

  • @no-more-ramen is another good one and separates recipes into categories like if there’s no chopping involved or if it makes leftovers

I think that’s it? I might add to this if I think of more. I hope this was helpful!

  • *the lab*
  • Molly: *working*
  • Molly: *thoughtfully* If you ever get married, would you invite me to the wedding?
  • Sherlock: *looking through the microscope* Can't have a wedding without the bride.
  • Molly: ...
  • Molly: *blinks* I-I was talking to Anthony.
  • Sherlock: *looks up*
  • Molly's Intern: *waves awkwardly*
  • Sherlock: ...
  • Sherlock: ...
  • Sherlock: So was I.
  • Molly's Intern: *panicky* What?
  • Sherlock: *looks back at the microscope; embarrassed* Get out.
  • Molly's Intern: *scurries off*
  • Molly: *amused* That wasn't nice. I needed him.
  • Sherlock: *blushing* Oh...be quiet.
  • Molly: *steps closer; smirks* That's no way to speak to your bride.
  • Sherlock: *smiles; nonchalant* So...so that's a yes?
  • Molly: *laughs* Of course.
Dates and Deal Breakers- Coffee Shop AU

So, I promised @takemeawaytocamelot that this would be finished by the end of the week, and I always keep my promises!

This is a continuation of “Two Sugars, Extra Cream” which you can find here under Coffee Shop AU . Enjoy!


Chapter 2: Dates and Deal Breakers

           It was 6:30, and I was standing in front of the bathroom mirror contemplating what in God’s name I should do with my hair. Steaming milk for 6 hours did wonders for curls, and not in the good way. The only way to fix this was to shower, and I simply did not have time for that.

           “What do you think Adso?” I turned to the small pile of gray fur in the doorway. “Is it acceptable? Oh, gross!” He was licking his nether-parts. I wasn’t sure if he did that for business or pleasure, but it was disgusting either way.

           Adso turned at my exclamation, green eyes bright in his charcoal face. He stared unwaveringly, making me super uncomfortable after his previous activity.

           “I’m going to take that awkward stare as a yes, and assume I look all right,” I told him. He meowed happily, and rubbed himself in a figure-eight around my legs. “Okay, don’t trip me Addy. It’s one thing to have messy hair on a first date. It’s another to have a broken arm.”

           He continued his rubbing, anyway. Obviously, he didn’t care about my feelings whatsoever. But, what cat ever did?

           I pivoted to face the full length mirror on the door, and surveyed “The Outfit,” bottom to top. Black boots, black tights, black dress. Black on black on black.

           Classy, Beauchamp.

           My eyes made their way to my hair. Wild as ever, dark curls springing in every direction. There was no hope for it.

           Maybe I should put a headband or something in it…

           A headband? What are you, Beauchamp? Eight?

           I ran my hands through it, zooshing it up a bit.

           Shit, that made it worse.

           Before I could destroy my hair further, Adso startled me by yowling at the door.  

Shit. Is that him?

And then the doorbell rang.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

           Jamie drove an obnoxiously large, obnoxiously red truck.

“Compensating for something, my lad?” Jamie had my hand in his, carefully assisting me into his monstrosity vehicle. He gave me a pointed look and slammed the door, but otherwise did not acknowledge my hilarious joke. I watched the top of his red mane float across the windshield before he appeared fully on the other side.

“Nay, ‘twas my godfather’s. He sold it to me fer a guid price.” Jamie heaved into the truck using his grab handles. He wiggled a bit in his seat, before buckling up.

“And what did your godfather need a truck this large for?”

“I dinna ken. Tae hold his big balls, most like.”

“That’s foul.”

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Jamie whipped his truck into the parking lot of a place called Iggy’s Steakhouse.

“Well, I suppose it’s a good thing I’m not a vegetarian…” I said, wrestling with the seatbelt. Jamie had already unbuckled and magically appeared at my side, opening the door for me. He held out his hand, and I used that as leverage to hop out of the truck.

“Aye… Perhaps I shoulda asked…”

“Perhaps. But you’re lucky. I eat meat like nobody’s business.”

“Good.” He placed a hand gently on the small of my back (!!!) and started leading me to the entrance. His hand was large, and probably took up half the space on my back. But it was warm, and his thumb was make tiny, almost imperceptible motions against my dress. I could melt, and would happily be the small English puddle in his life.

Despite the name (Seriously, what kind of name is Iggy? Is it short for something?), the inside was lovely and proper. Small tabled were arranged in rows, each with a candle and a white tablecloth. Small chandeliers littered the ceiling, creating a charming, dim ambiance. I heard, amongst the chattering of patrons, quiet orchestral music. This had to be the fanciest first date I’ve ever been on, and I told Jamie just as much.

“Wow. This place is wonderful! I’ve never heard of it before.”

“Well, it’s not a huge place, ken. My mate Angus owns the place. That’s how I knew about it,” Jamie responded, as we stepped to the hostess. “Two under Fraser, please.”

The woman guided us to our table. A table with a card on it that read “Reservation” in calligraphy. I suppose it pays to know the owner. Speaking of the owner…

“So,” I began, as I shimmied out of my coat. “Your friend’s name is Angus. And he owns a steak restaurant… I can taste the irony, and it tastes like cow.” Jamie chuckled, teeth sparkling in the candlelight.

“Aye. I dinna ken if he did that purposely.” He took a small sip of water. “But, he’s the type that would, so…”  He took another sip, this time including an ice cube. He bit down on the ice with a crunch, and munched on it happily, very much like a cow we were preparing to eat.

“Wow, Fraser. Hungry?”

“Bad habit. I’ve done it since I was a lad. Anytime I would get hot or nervous, I’d eat ice. Deal breaker?”

“No, my bad habits are much worse, just you wait,” I grinned. Jamie mirrored my grin.

“Nay, I doubt that. Ice crunching is probably the worst habit anyone could have. It’s irritatin’ and it’s bad for yer teeth.”

“You know what else is bad for your teeth? Smoking.”

“I dinna know you smoked.” I could hear the trepidation in his voice. Obviously, that was a deal breaker for him.

“I don’t. I’m just giving you a fun fact.” With that, he let out a breath.

“Yer always messin’ wi’ me, Sassenach.”

“I know. I think that’s just how I flirt.”

“Yer flirting wi’ me?”

“I’ve been flirting with you since we first met. Thanks for noticing.”

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Our dinners came out perfectly arranged on silvery plates. A medium rare steak took up one half, a small salad took up the other. It looked simply mouth-watering. And I, feeling more than a bit peckish, started cutting into it immediately. Jamie, I noticed, did not.

“Everything okay?”

“Oh, aye. Everything’s fine.” He waved over the server; a blond boy no more than 17. “Excuse me, sir? Could I maybe have a bottle of ketchup?”

“Umm, aye?” The boy answered, perplexed, before scampering off. I was confused as well.

“What in God’s name do you need ketchup for?”

“My steak, o’ course.” I stared at him blankly. Surely he was joking…

“I’m sorry?”

“What? Have ye no seen a man put ketchup on his steak before?” He seemed slightly miffed by my attitude.

“No! Never!” It was the truth. I had heard of such blasphemies, but never experienced them first-hand. “You mean to tell me that you took me this nice place, all to drown your delicious steak in ketchup. And your friend owns the place, no less!”

“Are ye mocking my food choice?” Was he truly hurt by this?

“No!” I assured. “I’m just…concerned. Donald Trump eats his steak with ketchup, and I just don’t want you to end up like that…” He rolled his eyes at me. At this time, the young server popped in to drop off Jamie’s desecration, before leaving again. Jamie squeezed the ketchup in his plate, cut into his meal, dipped it in said ketchup, and took an enormous bite. Even more disturbing was him staring at me with wide blue eyes the entire time.

“You’re killing me; you know that?”

“Aye. It’s why I’m doing it. Hope this isn’t a deal breaker either.” I thought for a second, eyes to the ceiling.

“No, but you’re pushing it.”

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Dinner tasted as good as it looked, and I, thankfully, didn’t vomit while watching Jamie eat ketchup drenched steak.

“We’re ready fer the check, please,” Jamie told the boy-server.

“Aye, sir,” he responded.

“It was delicious Jamie,” I said once the boy was gone. “You’ll have to tell your friend that he has a wonderful restaurant.”

“Aye, I will, Sassenach,” Jamie replied as he took the check-holder from the server, and deftly slid his card into the designated pocket before handing it back to him. “He’ll be pleased.”

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

           Jamie wrapped his arm around me as we left the restaurant, which left me feeling all safe and warm. He carefully maneuvered me back into his firetruck, before floating over to his side.

           “Claire,” he said seriously. This caught my attention. Usually we were playful, and banter-y. This was different. He reached over, and tucked a stray curl behind my ear. “I forgot tae tell ye how lovely ye looked tonight. I should have when I picked ye up, but I was too busy staring, ken? Truly, ye are the loveliest woman, inside and out.”

           I blushed. No one had ever spoken to me like that, with such sweetness and sincerity. I wasn’t used to it, and I didn’t know how to respond.

           “Thank you, Jamie. You look very handsome yourself this evening.” It was the truth. He wore a green and blue plaid shirt that simultaneously brought out the red in his hair and the blue in his eyes. His jeans were dark, and hugged his hips lovingly. But it was more than that. It was the twinkle in his eyes. The deep laugh. The small bump in his nose. The ears that stuck out just a bit. The kindness and humour that came so effortlessly to him. I was infatuated. He smiled brightly, pulling at the dimple in his chin.

           “Thank ye, Claire. Not just for the compliment, but fer spending the evening wi’ me.”

           “It was my pleasure.”

           “Mine, as well.”

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

           “Shit.” I wasn’t sure if I had ever heard Jamie curse, but I suppose there was a first time for everything.

           “What? What’s wrong?” But I could already feel it. The truck was slowing down, with no assistance from Jamie. He veered over to the shoulder of the road. “Did your truck just die?”

           “Nay. Ran out of gas.” I also don’t think I’ve ever seen Jamie angry, but tonight was a night of firsts, I suppose. His eyes narrowed, and I saw him clenching and unclenching his jaw. He jumped out of the truck, and slammed the door, hard. I know he was trying to keep his voice down for me, but I still heard the muffled profanities. Some I wasn’t even sure were real words. He circled the truck a couple times, before opening the door again.

           “There’s a station, up over the hill. I’ll have to push it. You scoot over and make sure I dinna push it into traffic.”

           “Jamie…” But he had already closed the door again, and positioned himself at the back. I felt the truck start to move forward, so I moved over to the driver’s side, and steered.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

           And that was how we spent the next hour: trying to get the truck up the hill. I offered to push while he steered for a bit, but he was having none of it. So, I sat there steering when I needed to, pushing the brakes when I needed to, but altogether feeling quite useless.

           When we made it to the station, Jamie was red-faced with hair sticking to his forehead and neck. I wouldn’t tell him this, but it was kind of sexy.

           “Thank the Lord!” He exclaimed after filling his truck up. I could tell he was worn. He was breathing harder than usual. Gone was the alive twinkle in his eyes. It was replaced by glassy exhaustion.

           “Do you need me to drive? You’re about to pass out.”

           “Nay, I’ll be fine.”

           “Just let me help, Jamie.”

           “That’s verra kind, but I’m completely awake. My muscles just ache.”

           “Jamie…”

           “Claire…”

           I could be as stubborn as any Scot, and he could see it too. I had my jaw set and my eyes narrowed, ready to be a mule.

           We ended up performing an odd sort of dance across the bench seat, so that we switched places. If this vehicle seemed big as a passenger, it was completely enormous as the driver. I carefully backed out of the space, and sped to a racing crawl all the way back to my flat.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

           To Jamie’s credit, he did not fall asleep as a drove. He was, however, staring unseeingly at the street lamps passing by. When I parked at my flat, his reverie broke.

           “Can you make it back okay?” I asked as he walked me to my door.

           “Aye, I dinna live too far. Besides, I told ye, my body’s jus’ tired, no my brain.”

           “Well, if you’re sure…”

           “I am. Dinna worry. I’ll text ye when I get home, okay?”

           “Okay, that’ll make me feel better.” Now here came the awkward part. The part I was never good at: the goodbye after the first date. Do we kiss? Do we hug? Do we shake hands? High five? Fist bump? Jamie placed a hand on my shoulder.

“I had a wonderful time, Sassenach. Shall we do it again sometime?”

“You have my number.” I winked at him. He blinked owlishly back. And then wrapped me in his arms in a crushing hug.

No, that won’t do.

I pulled away from him, and pecked him lightly on the corner of his mouth.

“Be safe, Jamie.”


Iggy’s Restaurant is a fake restaurant. Any resemblance to other restaurants past or present is complete coincidental. 

Also, I did have the steakhouse written before today, but I just had to put the ketchup part in after ECCC panel. :) 

Layover - cc ficlet

Title: Layover
Pairing: Chris/Darren
Length/Rating:  ~1,450 / PG
Summary: As requested, a small follow up to Departure.  Now where are my promised mimosas?

[AO3]

Chris’ stomach twists in cold knots when the landing announcement sounds through the cabin otherwise quiet cabin. They’re arriving in Los Angeles and Chris doesn’t know what comes next.

Keep reading

Weigh in Wednesday

Well honestly I was nervous today. I’ve been eating fairly well and getting steps in, but I haven’t been nearly as careful this last week as I was the first two weeks of the month. But ya girl still had a loss!
I am down another -2.6lbs
That’s -9.1lbs down since August 1.
It feels so awesome to be back on a steady track again. Here’s hoping I can really stick with it! Week 3 tends to be where things get kinda murky.

CONSIDER:

Spirk au with chubby teen Kirk finding a very old artifact spaceship and writing an article for his school theorizing a first contact with an alien species long before humanity even knew they were not alone, identifying human dna coated across the ship along with unknown dna and coming across data within the spaceship that might conclude the potential influence of alien technology pushing human technology, at least covering a significant technological movement (example: the creation of the cellphone, discovery of warp drive, the internet, etc.)

This article was meant for school, however it attracts the attention of a scholarly news press and goes out universally. The spaceship is considered a monumental discovery, and is placed in a museum. On the opening day of it’s presentation one of the set of eyes front and center on the work is belonging to a young scholarly Spock ( who has received much academic praise and is a popular name to drop among science geeks and teachers ) on the brink of his first potential pon farr. Jim is there to smile and take pictures but recognizes Spock along with other scholarly faces. At some point, Spock manages to speak to Jim alone about his findings. Jim may or may not find it cute how Spock gushes in a very formal, vulcan way about the fascinating finding belonging to Jim, as well as the refreshing and new ideas Jim seems to have considered while writing his article. Spock manages to leave his padd’s I.D with Kirk to get in contact with him later, insisting that they discuss Jim’s theories etc.

I want Jim to eat when he gets nervous.

That’s as much as I got, but at SOME point I want to break into the museum, because what is a fic about two nerds if you don’t commit some kind of crime? Anyway, I want Jim to show Spock the interior of the ship, but to be nervously snacking on some cookies only to catch Spock looking at him curiously and literally while he is eating the last cookie offer Spock to try out a cookie. While Spock is obviously like, “impossible, you have just eaten the last” it is imperative they share and awkward chocolatey kiss that night because Spock getting tipsy off of kisses is amazing and I need it in my life.

That’s all I have rn, thank you

Daddy Yugyeom

Requested~

Daddy Yugyeom:

- Yugyeom’s a bit hard

- but I feel as if he’d be disappointed when you first told him you had a few positive pregnancy tests

- he’d ask if it was his, not because he suspected you cheated, but because it’s just too shocking to him

- he wouldn’t say anything else though

- for quite a bit he’d be silent

- thinking about the beating his hyungs’ were going to give him as soon as they found out

- thinking about you

- his career

- he’d take a walk to think things through but before he left he’d ask if you needed anything

- very quietly ‘I’m going to leave for a little, while I’m out want me to grab something? From the store or wherever..“

- you’ll try to go with him but he’ll take a step back from you and tell you no

- "Just stay here, I’m coming right back”

- liar

- he comes back but after 2am

- brings you some marshmallows though and tosses them into your lap where you’re sat on the bed, this giant ass bag of big fluffy sugar puffs and an entire gallon of milk he just sets on your nightstand

- “what are these for?”

- but he’s already collapsed on his side, shoes and jacket still on, and fallen asleep

- he’d try to stay out as much as possible

- leave the house for work earlier than usual and stay longer at night

- he wont say much

- he wont leave, but he’s practically gone mute other than the occasional 'do you need something? I’m out’ or an unexplained apology

- six months of silent Yugyeom

- he’s just really scared

- you got bigger every day

- the kid started kicking and he couldn’t even celebrate the occasion with you because it only scared him more

- two weeks before you’re due date you’d start having contractions

- and he’d be so good

- grab the keys and the over night bag

- lead you outside

- shout angrily at the fans that were crowded around in front of your building, shove a few paparazzi when they get too close to you

- it’s the most he’s said though and you felt safer when he was being aggressive like that

- don’t think he knows how to drive but he takes you by himself anyway

- carries you inside and refuses the wheelchair a nurse rushes over

- “I’m not putting her down get us to a room”

- talks to you the whole way

- “Baby I’m here”

- “I’ll have them give you medicine okay, soon it will all go away”

- the epidural he asks demands for knocks you out completely and he just sits by your bed and holds you hand and brushes your hair back from your forehead

- you’d wake up to him asleep, hunched over leaned against the mattress, still squeezing your hand

- you’ll probably have to wait 5 hours until you’re fully dilated but he wont leave you

- the boys will show up eventually and you’ll force them to get Yugyeom some food bc “just because I cant eat doesn’t mean you shouldn’t”

- he’ll get nervous all over again when the baby starts coming

- and finally, finally, cry when you’re handed your son

- refuses to hold him though

- “No, no. I’m going to drop him y/n he-”

- you have to practically shove the baby into his arms

- he’ll affectionately laugh down at him once he has him properly situated, tears in his eyes 

- bc your son was two weeks earlier he’s premature and so so small in big Yugyeom’s hold

- “He’s so tiny..”

- Will happily kiss your cheek and gets his tears all over you face but will just laugh it off

- take him home the next week

- yugyeom’s fucked up, messy hair, bags under his eyes, hoodies and sweats all from just the first week

- the cameras love that shit though

- he doesn’t get angry at them this time because his son is sleeping in the car seat he’s carrying so he just leaves them alone, tells them to give you space

- drives home

- tucks you in and lets you sleep

- then when you wake up and take a quick shower, you go out and find your boys asleep on the living room floor

- same position and everything, laid on their stomachs, head rested on their arms

- SAME CLOTHES TOO YUGYEOM IN GREY SWEATS AND GREY HOODIE AND YOUR SON IN A GREY ONESIE HOW CUTE

- you gotta take a picture and post it omg it’s so precious

- suddenly there’s deep mumbling

- “Babe, if you post that I’m going to hurt you”

blueboyedits  asked:

do you think ethan has ever tasted peanut butter? it is something i've been wondering for awhile

I’m sure he has on accident or some type of non-allergenic peanut butter. Probably wouldn’t ever want him to - I get nervous enough when we’re eating at restaurants and he forgets to ask about peanut oil :P

Sweet Affectionate Moments Meme 30 & 1 - Marichat

Requested by @burby2000. An underwater kiss, post-reveal with Marichat. This was a lot of fun to write!


“So, wait, you’re actually afraid of water?”

He frowned, shifting uncomfortably as he stared down at the pool on top of Le Grand Paris. “I’m not afraid of it. It’s just…” He shuddered and looked away.

Marinette smiled. “Is it like that without the suit?”

Cat Noir shook his head, “No, not as bad, but I still don’t like it.” He sighed. “I blame Plagg.”

She nodded. “I get nervous around birds, especially the ones that eat ladybugs. Tikki said I’ll get used to it eventually. Maybe it’s the same with you.”

He shook his head. “I don’t think so. It’s only getting worse.”

“Well…” She glanced over at him. “Maybe you just need to dive in.”

He tensed, inching away from the edge. “You promised you wouldn’t push me in.”

She stood, sending him a reassuring smile. “I wouldn’t do that to you.” Then, she tugged off her pink shorts, and his eyes widened. “Besides, you know I keep my promises.” She quickly followed that by slipping off her shirt to reveal a black swimsuit patterned with bright green paw prints.

He stared, momentarily distracted from his close proximity to the pool. “Did you make that?”

“Mm-hm.” She loosened her hair and dropped the ties on top of her discarded clothes. “Do you like it?”

He grinned. “I’m flattered.” He stood and approached her. “It looks great.”

“Thanks.” She smiled and pressed a light kiss to the tip of his nose. “You know, I’m in the mood for a swim. Care to join me?”

He frowned as realization struck. “Wait, you planned this, didn’t you? You said you just wanted to come up here to look at the stars.”

“And you believed me,” she teased, approaching the edge of the pool. “Silly kitty.”

“Marinette,” he whined, watching her move away.

Rather than answer him, she dove into the pool, and he watched from the edge, all nerves as he stared down at her silhouette under the surface.

She emerged with a laugh. “It’s just water. Don’t you remember? I’ve thrown you into the Seine before.”

“I caught myself, thank you very much, and that was a year ago.”

She swam closer to the edge. “It’s only going to get worse if you don’t face it.”

He grimaced.

“And if you do come in, I purr-omise I’ll make it worth your while.”

After a brief moment of hesitation, he stepped closer to the edge of the pool, dipping one clawed finger into the water. His stomach churned.

“Adrien, look at me.”

His eyes snapped up to hers.

“It’s okay.” She said, her voice low and soothing. “It’s not going to hurt you.”

He took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and he jumped.

As always, his lady was there to catch him. She followed him underwater, her fingertips brushing across his back. Despite her presence beside him, his heart raced in sheer panic at being surrounded by the very thing he’d avoided so much lately. He was afraid to look, afraid to acknowledge that he really was submerged in water. Then, he felt her lips on his, and his eyes opened in surprise.

Marinette was floating in front of him, suspended underwater with her hair floating around her in dark, delicate waves. Her hands moved to cradle his jaw, and she gently pulled him closer, kissing him again. He relaxed instantly at the contact, resting one hand on her cheek and brushing the other through her flowing hair. For a moment, just one perfect moment, they were weightless and the world around them was silent. His entire existence narrowed to Marinette. Marinette’s hands on his jaw, her lips on his, the strands of her hair drifting between his fingers, her soft skin under his palm…

They emerged from the water with soft gasps, catching their breath together.

He chuckled and glanced over at her. “Underwater kissing? That’s your plan?”

“I thought a positive association would help.” She grinned and brushed a hand through his hair. “Did it work?”

“Hmmm…” He pulled her close, the warmth of her body seeping through the material of his suit. “I don’t know.”

“Maybe we should try again,” she suggested, raising a brow.

“Meownificent idea, princess.”

She slipped away from him and dove under. He followed her, easily catching up and slipping an arm around her waist. He pulled her close and kissed her softly, his free hand cradling the back of her head. She smiled and looped her arms behind his neck as every leather-clad inch of him pressed against her. She was perfectly content to float there, stealing kiss after kiss as her fingers brushed through soft blonde hair, but all too soon her lungs were burning, and he was swimming up for air, tugging her along.

They both emerged, gulping for air and laying back to float, rather than tread water again.

“I think it worked,” he said, reaching out to take her hand. “I’m not scared.”

She smiled. “I thought it would. Of course, if you were really afraid of water and it wasn’t just a side effect of your miraculous, I’m not sure it would have, but…” She gently flicked water in his direction. “I’m glad this did the trick.”

He chuckled. “Me, too.”


If anyone else would like to send in a prompt, here’s the list! :)

I’m working through the rest of the requests I’ve received, and I hope to have them all finished by the end of this weekend!

“Pregnancy”  ~  Draco x reader

“Can u do another imagine where it is post war and the reader is pregnant with Draco’s baby and they tell his parents but then she gets sad afterwards bc her dad (Snape) died and she can’t tell him and draco comforts her?” ~Anon

The feels. So many feels! 

Thank you soooo much for the request!! I’m sorry that it took me forever to post. I’m so behind on these requests, and my returning write’s block isn’t helping. Haha! Anyway, I loved writing this! I love Snape and Draco so much! I hope you enjoy!😘😊💕

  • y/n - your name
  • y/f/b - your favorite breakfast

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Y/n woke up to the smell of her favorite breakfast. She rubbed her eyes as Draco walked in with a plate fixed for her on a tray.

“Good morning, Love.” he whispered, sitting down beside her. Brushing the hair out of her eyes, he smiled. “I made your favorite: y/f/b.”

She giggled. “Thank you, sweetie. You’re so thoughtful!”

“Ready for today?”

She took a bite of food and nodded slowly.

Draco gave her a warm, reassuring smile. “I know you’re nervous.” He kissed her forehead before getting up. “I am, too.”

After eating, y/n got up out of bed and picked out an outfit, with the help of her husband, of course. She brushed her teeth, fixed her hair, and applied a bit of make up. The two of them left for the Malfoy Manor soon after.

Draco raised an eyebrow at y/n as they were walking up the steps of his parents home. “Should you be wearing those shoes?” he asked.

“Draco. Dearest.” she smirked. “It’ll be fine. Besides, I’m not that far along yet.”

They knocked on the doors of the mansion. Like every time y/n had visited, Narcissa answered the knocking. She smiled as she hugged her son and daughter-in-law.

“It’s been too long.” she stated. “I thought you were never going to return to see your dear mum.”

Draco chuckled at her joke. “I’m glad to see you, too.”

She turned to y/n. “And, y/n, darling. it’s always such a delight to see my favorite daughter-in-law.”

Y/n knew she was the only one Narcissa would ever have, but it was a great compliment to her. Her hormonal stage was coming earlier than expected.

Narcissa led the two inside. “Lunch is almost ready. Draco? Why don’t you and y/n set the table. You know your father won’t.”

“Certainly.”

Draco and y/n headed to the dining room. Memories flooded through her mind as she placed silverware and plates on the decorated dining table: meeting Draco’s parents, the time she snuck out to see him, Christmas dinners, their engagement announcement, the many other times she’d been over… She started to tear up.

Draco walked over to her. “Are you alright?”

She nodded with a grin, wiping her eyes. “Yeah. Just remembering all the times we’ve had to set the table.”

“Quite a lot to remember.” he joked. He wrapped his arms around her, her head laying on his chest.

The food was brought to the table and the family took a seat, Lucius taking his end seat as normal.

“Y/n.” he began. “How lovely to see you. How have things been.”

Y/n grinned. “Wonderful. Just… wonderful.”

“Good.”

Draco swallowed. “We’ve been having a bit of an adventure lately.”

Narcissa was interested. “Really?”

With a deep breath and a smile, y/n nodded. “Yeah. It’s been quite a whirlwind.”

“Well, let us hear it.” Lucius spoke.

The two looked at each other, waiting for the other one to speak. Y/n bit her lip with a nervous grin.

Draco was nervous as well. “Well… umm…” He dug into his pocket and pulled out his wallet.

“Why do you have that?” Y/n asked, giggling a bit.

“How else am I supposed to keep this picture with me forever?” He handed the picture to his mother face down.

A questioning expression formed on her face. “What this?”

Lucius leaned in to get a better view of the picture his wife was holding. Their eyes grew wider the longer they examined it.

Narcissa stuttered. “Is this… Y/n… Are you…”

Still biting her lip, she nodded. Draco slipped his hand into hers.

Draco’s mother squealed with delight, tears forming in her eyes.

“Congratulations to the both of you.” his father said calmly. “Y/n, your father would be proud.”

During the whole time of her pregnancy, y/n hadn’t thought of her father once. She smiled at Lucius, a little less happy than before. Thoughts ran through her mind: the classes her father taught, the times he’d cheered her up after Harry and Ron made fun of her, him approving of Draco when she told him they were dating. She missed him. She couldn’t stand it.

Y/n kept smiling through it. It was hard, but somehow, she manage to. “Excuse me for a moment.” She stood up and left the room.

Narcissa was concerned. “Is she alright?”

“I’m sure she is.” he replied, getting up from his seat. “Just early mood swings.”

Draco knew exactly where she had gone. Running up the stairs and down the hall, he found her sitting on his bed in ugly tears. He shut the door and rushed to her side.

She sobbed as he pulled her close, rubbing her back in spirals. He was worried. “Shh… It’s alright, sweetheart. Shh…”

Y/n kept crying. It was hard for her to stop.

“Did I do something wrong?”

“I just miss my daddy!” she wailed.

The sound of her cries broke his heart. He couldn’t stand to see her like this.

“Oh, y/n.”

She placed her head against his chest and kept bawling. “Our baby will never know their own grandfather! I don’t get to tell him about any of this!”

Draco raised her chin up, giving her a tender smile. “What are you talking about? Our baby will know everything about him.”

“How, Draco? He’s dead!”

He wiped the tears from her cheeks. “You’re father was one of the bravest, most considerate people I knew. Don’t you think for one second that I’m not going to be telling stories about his greatness.”

“But, I don’t get to tel-”

Keeping that loving expression, he interrupted her. “Of course you will.”

Y/n grew confused.

“We’ll visit him tomorrow, after you get your rest.”

She smiled slightly at her husband as he continues to stroke her cheek.

“Now,” he continued, “let’s go back downstairs and finish lunch, and then we can take a nap. Does that sound good to you?”

She nodded.

Draco gave her a kiss before getting up from his old bed. He held out his hand for y/n to take, which she did, and they headed back to the dining room to finish their meal.

Just before they reached the stairs, they stopped. Draco opened his mouth to speak.

“What is it?” y/n softly, a but concerned.

He wrapped his arms around her once more. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

They finally took their seats at the table, Narcissa still worried about y/n.

“Is everything alright, dear?”

Y/n nodded. “I’m fine, thank you. I was just overwhelmed with everything that’s going on.”

“Oh yes.” she agreed. “I would be to, no doubt. It’s a tricky thing, pregnancy”

Draco turned to y/n. “Hey. I’ve already got the perfect story to tell.”

“And what’s that?”

“That time he gave Potter and Weasley detention for flying that car to school.”

Y/n rolled her eyes with a giggle. 

“I’m not kidding.” 

“I know.” she responded. “Can’t wait to hear your version of the story for the millionth time.”

“I know you can’t.”

anonymous asked:

I get nervous around food I'm really skinny and I'm scared I'll eat to much help

I usually use my palm as a portion size guide. Veggies and healthier options tend to be half a palm. Meat (if you eat it) a quarter palm. And desserts, no longer than my ring finger and no wider than my ring and middle finger put together 💜 Stay safe love 🌸💖

In three days your girl is gonna touch Korean ground and purify her soul with the same Seoul air Yoongi and Jimin be breathing and allows them to grow so cute and full of love

I wanted to check Leo’s temps and the dork started hunting the laser! I’d be too scared of him getting it in his eyes to do this normally so I’m not planning on messing with him on purpose again. But it was cute while it lasted!

grinnincheshire  asked:

Sin I got asked out by a guy on a date for the first time and I'm super nervous. But also happy thanksgiving! I hope you get to eat lots of good food

That’s awesome! I hope y’all have a lovely date. And thank you, you too!

Should We Have More? (Jeonghan x Reader)

Words : 1040 Ship : Jeonghan/Junghan x Reader(You)

Jeonghan’s P.O.V :

I grabbed my keys as soon as I stepped out from my car. A big simple house stood right in front of me. Little did I know some news was waiting for me. I trudged towards the door, keys on my right hand, and peeked at the window to see what my lovely wife is currently doing. Hmm, I bet she’s in the kitchen right now. I pushed the key through the key hole and twisted it, a click! coming from it. Wrapping my fingers around the doorknob, I pushed it open and greeted, “I’m home.”

But I did not hear any response. My heartbeat raced as thousands of thoughts flooded my mind. Bad thoughts to be exact. I removed my shoes and placed them on the shoerack, slinging my bag around my shoulder I walked carefully— tiptoeing to be exact. As I got in between the kitchen and the living room, my eyes roamed for a bit and noticed that the house was sparkly clean, nothing missing but my wife.

Looking at the kitchen then transferring my gaze to the living room, where my beloved wife was lying down on the couch with the television on. I softened at the sight and walked towards her, leaving my bag on the floor. Looking at her peaceful state, I could see that she’s asleep with her arms wrapped around the couch pillow. I sat on the floor, facing her beautiful face. 

Her luscious lips that I’ve been yearning to kiss, her long eyelashes, her rosy cheeks that turns really pink when she’s under the sun and her– I was startled when I noticed her move a bit. She shuffled a bit and turned to the other side. I chuckled and decided to bring her up to our bedroom. But first, I looked at her outfit and I don’t know if it was a right decision or not because I started to feel really hot seeing her in her short shorts and white longsleeve. I calmed myself and was about to carry her when she woke up.

Her eyes fluttered open and a big smile was plastered on her face. Returning a smile, I pulled her up and wrapped my arms around her. “I missed you so much, ~~~~~.” I whispered into her ears, pulling her closer and tighter. “I missed you too.” She buried her face on my chest. We stayed in that position for atleast five minutes. She pulled away from the hug and asked, “Do you want to eat anything or drink something?“ 

“I’m good, ~~~~.” I plopped myself on the couch and continued, “It’s so nice to be home.” She sat beside me and held my hand. “What can we do? You’re always away promoting your new album with your dongsaengs and Seungcheol. And I know that you’ll be having your world tour with them next next week, we’ll only be having two weeks to spend time with each other.” She paused for a bit and looked at my ring finger, “Do you remember the day when you cried a little bit when I walked down the aisle with my father?” I wrapped my arms around her and answered, “Of course, I’ll never forget that day. It was one of the best thing that has ever happened to me.“ 

~~~~ chuckled and leaned her head onto my chest. “Do you also remember that time during SEVENTEEN’s fan signing event, I had a hard time expressing what I wanted to tell you since I didn’t know and understand korean? But then you still managed to make my heart flutter by holding my hand tightly, your eyes fixed onto me, a big grin on your beautiful face and that ‘I love you’ you whispered.” She continued to reminisce about our last.

We continued with reminisce the times we had until she suddenly face her whole body towards me, her hands holding my hands. ~~~~~ took a deep breath and looked at me in the eyes. “What’s wrong?”

“While you were away, I felt really tired. I’ve been craving a lot of things and I even asked my brother to buy me the things that I wanted to eat. I was getting nervous at that time so I bought something and checked.” She pulled out a small box from the couch pillow since it had pockets and continued, “Here.” Looking at the small box, I grabbed it from her and was hesitant to open it but opened it without any thoughts disrupting me from opening it. It had a small egg. My eyebrows were furrowed since I had no idea what it was.

I looked at her and I was able to read her like an open book. She was really nervous. I cracked the small egg open and a folded paper with something rectangular shaped thingy came out. I grabbed the folded paper and was surprised. I has mixed emotions. I don’t know what to say. I was completely dumbfounded by what I’m reading right now and I looked at ~~~~~, searching for answers.

Her eyes were teary and she bit her lips while nodding. I looked back at the paper I’m holding and read it out loud, “Hi Daddy! See you after 9 months, hee hee! Love, baby Yoon…..” I picked up the rectangular shaped thingy and it was wrapped but I had the feeling that I know what’s inside. I unwrapped it carefully and was able to process everything. “Is it really… happening?” I softly said as I stared into her eyes. “Yes.” She answered before I pulled her into a tight hug and cried tears of joy.

“You know, one of my dreams finally came true.” She whispered. I buried my facenon her shoulder and whispered back, “What is it?”

“It’s having a baby with the person whom I married and truly love. I love you Jeonghan.“ 

"I love you too, ~~~~~.” I placed a hand on her cheeks and inched closer. Our lips met and we shared a deep, passionate kiss after being away from each other for how many days. We both pulled away and I flashed her a cheeky grin.

“After having our first baby, should we have more kids so that our baby girl/boy won’t feel lonely? Hee hee." 

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