5 things you’ll find in my bag: 1. About 4 different lipsticks and a lip chap 2. Meds for every emergency ailment (i got pain, fever, cramps, and my hemiplegic migraine taken care of lmao) 3. A mask to give emergency CPR complete with some gloves 4. A spare phone charger 5. Keys
5 things you’ll find in my bedroom: 1. Nursing textbooks 2. Karate weapons 3. Knickknacks from every place ive visited 4. A ps4 5. A bookcase for all the books i have yet to read lmao
Things I always wanted to do:
1. Go to Japan (just go travelling in general) 2. Learn wing chun 3. Become an RN 4. Get my next black belt 5. Get a car
5 things that make me happy:
1. Pokemon 2. Anime 3. Achievement hunter 4. The bf 5. Most aspects of nursing
5 things I’m currently into:
1. Fairy Tail 2. Dragon Age 3. Horizon Zero Dawn 4. The I am number 4 series 5. Pokemon
5 things on my to do list:
1. STUDY FOR MY EXAM ON THURSDAY 2. Get my adhd sorted out 3. Call my doctor 4. Start to decide where to travel when im done nursing… which is like in 4 months 5. Pass my nursing licensing exam next year
sharing is caring (it can be fun); SQ, 8k, explicit
Written for Swan Queen Week 5 prompts, “bed sharing” and “best friend romance”. Set about a year after the season 4 finale.
“Tell me something about yourself.”
Regina turns her head sharply at Emma’s words, eyebrow raising at the sudden request. “Excuse me?”
Emma’s slumped back into the corner of her couch, legs stretched out on the coffee table (Regina’s glares don’t put quite enough fear in her these days, it seems), and she’s picking at the label on her beer bottle with her thumbs. Her head is angled down watching her own movements, but she repeats, “Tell me something about yourself.”
Eyes narrowing, Regina watches Emma closely, an uncomfortable prickling sensation running up her back at the thought of sharing about herself, even after all they’ve been through. Besides, “What is there left to say, Emma?”
Her throat feels thick with the unspoken rest of the sentiment: You know more about me than anyone.
Now Emma looks up, looks over at her, and her thumbs pause in their movement. Emma’s eyes are a little wide, open, and she doesn’t seem drunk but she must be tipsy for her to look so vulnerable.
Regina tries not to scoff at the thought of Emma being the vulnerable one as she asks Regina to spill her secrets.
But Emma keeps looking at her for a while, and then she shrugs. Picks at the label again. “Not—I’m not asking for the big stuff. Just tell me something I don’t know.” Regina’s still staring at her, tucked into the opposite corner of the couch with her feet tucked between the back of the couch and the cushion beneath her, a glass of wine resting on her bent thigh. Emma licks her lips. “Like your favorite color, or something.”
“Why on earth would you need to know that?” Regina’s eyes narrow in confusion and the smallest hint of suspicion.
“Jesus, Regina,” Emma breathes out a laugh, and slips her socked feet from the coffee table to the floor. Angling her body toward Regina, she grips her beer bottle tight in her hands. “What could I possibly do with that infor—” she looks up at Regina and her easy smile fades a little as she quiets. Then, “I don’t know. It’s what friends do. Share.”