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w1ldthoughts · 10 months

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Can you do a second part of killer cravings, where the readers water breaks, goes into labor and goes through birth that would be great please and thanks. :) (:

A/n: Buckle up this is a lengthy one…but probably the cutest thing I’ve ever written. Glad you enjoyed the previous one-shot! Thank you for requesting this anon I thoroughly enjoyed writing it :)

Here is my Masterlist with my other work and requests/asks are always welcome!

Warning: pregnancy and childbirth, nausea, mention of getting sick, a LOT of fluff

Little Duckling

Saturday 10pm

Justin had been asleep for almost two hours as you folded laundry and put it away in the nursery. Your induction was scheduled for Monday morning promptly at 8am and everyone within the Chargers organization knew that this was happening because your husband absolutely hated taking the day off. But this was understandably a special exception to the rule. You’d spent the last 9 months mentally and physically preparing yourself for this moment but the idea of having a human being relying on you for everything was still such a daunting task that you almost wished the day wouldn’t come.

And then the ache in your back and hips reminded you that your baby girl was quickly running out of room and would be making her entrance soon, whether you and your husband were ready or not. On the bright side, your stomach had dropped significantly in the last few days, allowing you to breathe easier and for Justin to poke fun at your pronounced waddle. He affectionately started calling you Mumble last week, from Happy Feet. The dad jokes were coming in strong.

You heaved yourself out of the chair you were parked in and were headed off to bed before a slight pain wrapped itself around the base of your stomach. The pressure moved from your back and hips, traveling to the area just underneath your belly button. You stopped walking and used the wall to support yourself, rubbing small circles around the area until it passed. As a Braxton-Hicks veteran, you continued your trek to the bedroom, completed your nighttime routine and headed off to bed.

Sunday 2am

It happened again, this twinge of discomfort that had you holding your breath for about 15 seconds before it released you and you had to take several deep breaths to recover. After a few minutes everything was normal again and you had to turn behind you to make sure that Justin was still asleep. Throughout your pregnancy he’d become a much lighter sleeper, often waking up at ungodly hours to get you snacks or a few nights when you caught him talking to your belly, whether it was talking about the playbook or just telling her he couldn’t wait to meet her, it warmed your heart just the same. But you were thankful for now that he just missed that entire exchange because you were definitely not in labor…right?

Sunday 7am

You were definitely in labor. On a Sunday, when the Chargers were playing the Chiefs at home. Of course. You’d experienced three contractions so far, four hours apart so you had plenty of time. There was no way in hell you were telling Justin. As soon as it was appropriate, you scooted yourself out of bed and went down to the home gym for some prenatal yoga for a good stretch and hopefully a boost of positive energy. Then you hopped in the shower, hoping the warm water would relax your tense muscles and maybe help you delay the inevitable.

By 8:30 Justin was awake and making breakfast for the two of you while you sat on the couch watching New Girl. He brought your plate and a cup of orange juice to you which you were grateful for, but the thought of putting anything but the juice in your body made your stomach turn.

“Are you alright? You’ve barely touched your avocado toast and you’ve been devouring it the last few days.” He ran a gentle hand on your forehead to check your temperature and tucked some hair behind your ear. “I can make you something else before I leave if you want?”

“No, I’m fine! Just not hungry yet, I’ll probably eat later.” You lied through your teeth, desperately hoping that he would let it go. The excuse seemed to satisfy him enough for him to head back upstairs to watch some film and get ready. An hour and a half later, he headed downstairs just in time to find you stretching out your back, a cramp beginning to wash over you.

He replaced your hands with his own, slightly lifting your stomach to take the weight off for a bit. “Your stomach is hard as a rock,” he observed furrowing his brows and starting to piece things together.

“Yeah I’m having a fake contraction, you know they’re so common these days.” You rushed out, attempting to use his extensive research against him.

Although he nods his head in understanding, his face is full of distress. “I know, I just hate the thought of you being in pain and there’s nothing I can do about it.”

You tap his wrist so he can slowly drop your belly and you turn around in his arms. “You’re so cute, but it really isn’t that bad. A lot less painful than playing with fractured rib cartilage for two months I can tell you that.” You chuckle at his struggle a few years ago, his hands rubbing soothing circles on your back. “Here’s what’s gonna happen today though. You are going to go and kick the Chiefs’ ass then you’re going to come home, we’ll celebrate and then tomorrow you’ll be on your way to being the greatest dad to ever live. How does that sound?”

Justin chuckles, giving you a peck on the lips, nose and forehead. “If I’m half as good a parent as I know you’ll be, then I know I’ll be golden.”

“Stop it before I start crying, you know I’m super hormonal right now this isn’t fair.” You mumble, tears brimming your eyes. He gives you one last kiss before reminding you to call your friend Dani to stay with you, even though your moms were on their way to your home.

Once he pulled out of the driveway you could relax, letting out a deep sigh and patting your swollen middle. Crisis averted.

Sunday 12pm

Contractions were officially every hour and Dani was trying her best not to freak out in order not to freak you out. But she was definitely freaking out. What started out as more intense period cramps were becoming a lot sharper, so much so that you couldn’t even enjoy Encanto, which made you sad. You did manage to eat a peanut butter and jelly sandwich and take a nap while she was with you, fluffing your pillows and telling you that you were doing amazing. Three hours later, there was a knock at the door and Dani went to open it for Holly and your mom. The two becoming best friends was probably the cutest thing in the world and your mom had even flown to Oregon three days before just to spend time with Holly and drive to California with her. They were the sweetest. And of course they brought snacks. There were lactation cookies for you in the freezer already but they brought more and they brought an abundance of food to eat during the game, which usually would have you celebrating but today made you want to stick your face in the toilet.

You greeted the two women with hugs as Dani helped set up their spread and they immediately asked how you were feeling.

“I just woke up not too long ago so I’m feeling great now, ready to not be pregnant anymore so I can see my f—ohhh wow. Ow.” You groaned, one hand on your contracting belly and the other gripping the counter for dear life.

Dani’s eyes bug out of her head as she moves to rub your back. “That was the roughest one yet.” She was right, this one left your whole body sore and let you know that things were definitely moving along.

“That one?” Your mom questions, looking between you and Dani. Then, she and Holly exchange a look.

“Oh my gosh sweetie, you’re in labor!” Holly exclaims, “we need to get a hold of Justin immediately, I’ll call Mark I’m sure he’s already at the stadium.”

You cannot shake your head fast enough, “we don’t need to call him yet, that was the first bad one. And this game is important.”

“It’s Justin hun, every game is important,” Holly laughs, giving your shoulder a loving squeeze. “But you know what’s even more important to him? You and that baby girl that’s getting ready to see us soon, are you sure you don’t want to tell him now?”

“I’m sure,” you sigh, allowing your mom to guide you back to the couch, settling down with a groan. “Once the game is over he’ll be here and we’ll go have a baby. But not a moment before.”

Admittedly, it was getting harder to focus. Justin was playing great, but of course so was Patrick Mahomes. The Chargers would score and the Chiefs would answer. The Chiefs would get a stop and the Chargers would force a punt. But the battle within you was the most interesting one to the people in your house.

Your mom had gone down to find your birthing ball, which helped for about half a quarter, just in time for a Quentin Johnston touchdown to put the Chargers up by 10. By the end of the third you were forced into a squat behind one of the couches, spreading your legs to hopefully ease the increasing pressure on your hips. Holly made sure you stayed hydrated, having secretly texted her husband halfway through the fourth quarter when the game was firmly in hand to have their son home as soon as humanly possible. Contractions creeped on 30 minutes apart, leaving you panting and groaning in discomfort until your muscles relaxed.

Fifteen minutes later, you were pacing around the living room and you had to stop to hold onto the couch again, your mom helping you roll your hips as you felt thin beads of sweat building around your hairline. Things were getting real and scary and you needed Justin.

“What time is it?” You murmured, cupping your stomach with a hiss as the baby moved.

“It’s 7:15 and he’s on his way home, baby.” Your mom whispers, sensing your increasing distress, “he’ll be here soon.”

Time was not a construct you were familiar with anymore, Dani was in charge of timing contractions and all you knew was the moment in between them where you could actually speak. You headed upstairs for some time to yourself and a wave of nausea hit you and you emptied probably everything you’d eaten the entire day, which in hindsight probably wasn’t much. But you weren’t in the headspace to think clearly right now. You walked back to the bedroom and clutched the doorway, visibly feeling the heaviness of the baby moving down, almost sending you to your knees if it weren’t for the solid, calming presence that was suddenly in front of you.

“Hey babe.” You breathe out, your legs still feeling shaky.

He pulled you into his arms as close as your belly would allow and kissed your forehead. “Hi. Glad I could make it back in time, I knew something was off with you this morning,” he narrowed his eyebrows at you when he pulled away, walking you slowly back into the room. “How long have you been in labor? We can be honest now.”

You let out a dry laugh, “since 10 last night I think? But let’s focus on the important things, you played great and you won but Jesus you guys really took a minute to shut the door on ‘em.”

“Right, the important things. I know you love football as much as I do now, but you know if you told me earlier I would’ve been at your side in a heartbeat. You know that, right?”

God, you hoped your baby had his caring heart. “I do know. But I also knew that you’d be able to do both. The Chargers are your family too and—”

A contraction creeped up on you, leaving you to hold onto your husband’s forearms with a sharp sound of pain, the pressure reaching an overwhelming peak that you hadn’t experienced before.

“Squeeze as much as you want, it’s okay.” His voice attempts to soothe you but you couldn’t hear him over the animalistic grunt that escaped you. Your body tensed involuntarily and he could see your stomach hardening as the tension continued to build. There was nothing more he could do than hold you through it, until something gave way and the floodgates opened…literally.

“Your water just broke.” He said with a smile.

Sunday 10pm

Contractions in the house were terrible. But contractions in the car, with no cushion from the water bag made it feel like she was right between your legs.

“Justin, you have to go faster. Please.” You panted out, desperately clutching the grab handle and leaning your head back with a loud moan. “Can you turn on the air, I’m fucking dying in here. And I need to put the seat back, my back is killing me.” You felt guilty for whining but you also like a turtle stuck on its back, waiting for someone to turn it over and set it free. You were basically at his mercy right now and the look on his face explained the situation perfectly.

“Yeah, yeah do whatever you need. Whatever makes you comfortable, we’ll be there soon.” He patted your leg lovingly, constantly looking between you and the road, slightly worried that he’d have to deliver the baby in the car. When you let out another groan of pain, his grip on the steering wheel tightened and remained that way until the birthing center came into view. Your parents had called ahead and would meet you there when given the word, so all you had to do was check in and you were brought to your private suite.

Seven centimeters dilated and without painkillers made your husband question any football toughness he thought he had. You were so close to meeting your baby and he was a mix of anxiousness, nerves and excitement. But most of all he felt so much love and admiration for your determination and strength. Holding off on telling him you were in labor so he could be there to get the job done with his teammates was one thing but it was a complete whirlwind to be there with you while you worked your ass off to bring your baby into the world.

The two of you decided to use gravity to your advantage and walk around the building since the entire floor was closed off at your husband’s request. You needed the privacy. He couldn’t risk anyone leaking the most cherished moment of his life.

“I can’t believe this is our last night as a duo.” Justin whispers, walking at a snail’s pace while you waddled alongside him. “It’s been a great ride, pal.”

“Wouldn’t want to do it with anyone else. And I have a feeling this ride is going to get a lot more interesting from here on out.” You gave your belly a soothing pat.

He strokes your back as you sway your hips again, “thank you for choosing me to be the one that gets to do this with you. I love you so much.”

“I love you too, more than anything in the world.” You grin, pulling him in for a soft kiss. His hand cups your face as he pulls you in even closer. The kiss oozed joy and gratitude. Your husband wasn’t a man of many words, but his actions spoke volumes.

You squeeze his arm again suddenly as pain bubbles deep in your core and you rip yourself away from him to press your lips together to stifle a yell. “We need to get back to the room. Now.”

The noises leaving your body would have horrified you if you weren’t already sitting backwards on the toilet wearing only an oversized t-shirt, with your legs spread and the man of your dreams digging his thumbs into your back. “Harder please,” you groan, feeling like your tailbone is seconds away from shattering.

“I’m not getting a break,” you cry, leaning back and asking him to help you up. He hooks his hands under your arms and basically lifts you to your feet. “It’s not stopping, I can’t—oh fuck.” You were either about to have the biggest bowel movement of your life or…

“She’s coming—she’s coming right now Justin I have to push.” That was all you could manage before the urge took over and your body wasn’t your own. You held onto one of his hands and moved into a squat as he pressed the red button on the side of the bathroom door, allowing your midwife to come in.

Pushing felt good, even though it left you shaking like a leaf in a cold and sweaty frenzy. It was the most intense experience of your life but you took one look at those grey-green eyes. The owner of them kissed your hand and reminded you that he was with you the entire time and you knew you could do anything with him by your side.

Remington Grace Herbert was born Monday morning at 1:42am with those exact same eyes that you fell in love with.

“Hi Remi,” Justin sobs, kissing her cheek. “We’ve been waiting a long time for you, baby girl.”

“She sure knows how to make an entrance.”

You hand her off to her dad after scooting over to give him more room on the bed. He wraps a free arm around you, securely holding her in his other one, totally in awe. “She’s so perfect, you’re perfect. You did so amazing, I’m so freaking proud of you.” He kisses the side of your head.

You cuddle into him with a content sigh, “Our perfect little duckling is finally here.”

#justin herbert #justin herbert x reader #justin herbert imagine #nfl imagine

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myhauntedsalem · 11 months

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REAL NURSES SHARE TRUE GHOST STORIES

Don’t Let Them Take Me

The best I have heard is from a nurse who said that one night she was floated to oncology at the hospital where she used to work. She was given a patient who was passing away and had been unconscious for several days. At one point during the night the nurse went into the room and the patient was at the top of the bed and looked at her and said, “Don’t let them take me!” The nurse was freaked out and asked the patient who was going to take her and she said that black thing up there and pointed up in the air. This patient died within minutes.

Calling From the Grave

We had a patient who was always on the call button. You know the type. The nurses have to take turns during the shift answering the call button so the primary can actually do other work.

I work 7pm-7am. He died about 8pm. Oh, the look on his face, like, “How could you let me die!” Like it was our fault. Anyway, family came and gone by 9pm, funeral home gone at 9:30pm. About 10pm, the call button starts going off. I was there – call button going off every 5 minutes.

One of the nurses was a very spiritual girl. At about 2am, after like 4 HOURS OF THIS, nurse Mary snaps, “Enough!”

She walks down and practically screams into the empty room: “Mr. X, you have died. You can’t be in here bothering us anymore. Move along. In the name of Jesus, I’m exorcising you from this plane of existence. Go to the light and be happy!”

And I kid you not, the call button stopped going off then and there.

Time to Die

I don’t know if this qualifies as a ghost story but here it is. I was taking care of a 12 year old with aplastic anemia. A week before she died, every day, at 12:15pm, I would get a cold chill across the back of my neck and the hair there would stand up. I mentioned it to the evening nurse, who was convinced she would die at that time. Several days later, her parents decided to cease all treatment. She lapsed into a coma. At 12 noon, she woke; asked me to hold her up; said goodbye to her parents, grandparents, and siblings; and died in my arms. It was 12:15 pm.

Betty’s Back

I work as a CNA in long term care. We had one resident, “Betty,” who was totally independent. All ADL’s were done on her own and she did fine on her own, never had an incident. The only time she wanted help was showers and then she only wanted you around to make sure she didn’t slip and fall. Betty came down with pneumonia and had to be hospitalized. When she came back she was too weak to do things on her own but too stubborn to ask for help. The last thing the CNA told her before going to bed was “If you want to get up, hit your call light. I’ll come help you.” Of course she didn’t, got rid of the bed alarm, climbed out of bed, and fell. Betty died from the fall. Her bed has been empty since.

The following week the call light for the room went off at night. Thinking it was the resident in bed B I walked down the room to see what she wanted. I walked into the room only to see the call light for bed B and A off, the call light for bed C (Betty’s unoccupied bed) was on. My eyes filled up with tears, I backed out of the room, and made someone else turn the call light off.

Don’t Let Me Die

This is really more of a possession than a ghost story. I was helping another nurse with a patient that had lived a very hard life. He had numerous things going on with him, from cardiac to renal failure. This man was very much afraid to die. Every time his heart monitor beeped, he would just go into a rage screaming, “Don’t let me die! Don’t let me die!” The other nurse and I found out why he didn’t want to die.

About 0200 his cardiac monitor starts alarming V-Tach. We both rush into the room. I am pulling the crash cart behind me. When I get to the room, the other nurse is completely white. This man was sitting about 2 inches above the bed and was laughing. His whole look completely changed. His eyes just had a look of pure evil in them and he had this evil smile on his face. He laughed at us and said, “You stupid b****es aren’t going to let me die are you?” and he laughed again. We were kinda frozen. I did reach up and hit the Code Blue button and when I did the man went into V-fib. He crashed back onto the bed. We started coding him, but after 20 minutes it was called.

Five minutes after the code, several of the code team is in the room cleaning up when this man sits straight up in the bed and says, “You let him die. Too bad.” and then begins laughing. The man collapsed back to the bed. We heard a horrible, agonizing scream (actually every patient in the unit that night commented on the scream), and then you could hear “don’t let me die” being whispered throughout the unit. Every one of the nurses that night was pale and scared. Nobody went anywhere by themselves. By morning the whispers of “don’t let me die” were gone. The night shift nurses had a prayer service in the break room before we left for home and then we all had nightmares for weeks.

#REAL NURSES SHARE TRUE GHOST STORIES #shared stories #paranormal #ghost and hauntings #ghost and spirits #haunted salem #myhauntedsalem

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foyil420-blog · 1 year

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domi-scu · 1 year

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Emerald Pool fail

Let’s just say that going to sleep at 1-2am and waking up at 7am finally caught up with me and I was pooped out.

The coffee at this hotel still sucked this morning- very happy it’s our last day because I have no idea what happened. We had to go to a café around the corner where, although the coffee was good, it was likely the slowest coffee of my life. We wanted to start driving kinda early so we don’t have to go in the worst heat but, once again, that didn’t happen. I am becoming convinced we’re simply destined to suffer the sun around midday every single day.

I have known that to rent a motorbike here, they want you to either pay a ridiculous deposit (£100 while the actually rental for a day is £5) or keep your passport. Good thing I have two passports so if things were to go to shit, I could really live without my Czech one which I haven’t used once since I got it over a year ago. We first tried the rental right next to our hotel. There is so many of them that we wanted something that would be easy to remember.

Except the guy didn’t just take my passport instead of the deposit, he went through it looking for the stamp from when we entered the country. Obviously, since I gave him my spare one, it wasn’t there. His boss told us they need to see passport with the stamp which was in our room. No problem, I’m happy to bring it down for you to look and then leave you the one without stamp. Ohhhh man, they didn’t like that. They very obviously wanted something that people need back so that in case something happens, they can ask for whatever the hell they want. No ma’am. So we’re like cool, we’ll leave you to it and go get a bike somewhere else. Literally about 100m (if that) further up the street.

The women there were a lot more chill, chatting with immigration police while we got our bike and they barely even looked at my passport so no stamp was not an issue and the important one could stay in the safe in our room.

We kinda knew we made a mistake the moment we left. The heat was absolutely ridiculous and it got even worse once we got on a motorway. Or the road resembling one without the rules of an actual motorway. Since I couldn’t really put my phone anywhere for navigation, we had to occasionally stop to make sure we’re going the right way. We weren’t of course. And doing a U-turn on a 4 lane, motorway-like road on something you’re driving first time in about 6 years… Not all that fun!

After taking 30min to drive much less than we’d like, we stopped for petrol, a break and to contemplate our options. Alex’s feet were burning more than ever and the whole right side of my body felt like it was on fire. Considering that we still had an hour drive ahead of us (if we don’t take the wrong turn again, that is), we figured there is no point in being miserable and that we don’t want to see the Emerald Pool that badly. And we ended up driving down to some random beach which was really just a mini port for people going to other island. We got attacked by a bunch of baby spiders when having a cold drink and turned back to Ao Nang.

I gotta say, the woman looked pretty surprised to see us back so quickly but since we have a half day of travel ahead of us tomorrow, we changed our plans to chilling by the pool. I am really surprised just how much we’re struggling with the sun and the heat. UK really fucked with our tolerance for this kind of weather. The only solution I see is to start going on holiday a lot more often so we get used to it. Could be worse.

Funnily enough, because we were being lazy, we decided to suck it up and order food and cocktails from the hotel restaurant. We haven’t done this yet because we expected it to be a lot more expensive than anything else. Turns out it was actually cheaper than most other places and they brought it all the way to the pool for us! It was also probably the best Pad Thai I’ve had on this trip. Surprise!

As the day went on and the pool got busier, I started to get too tired from all the noises around us and had to go into the quiet of our room where I didn’t have to deal with anyone for a little while. We also needed to start packing so Alex joined me soon after- his burns started to peel so probably a good idea.

After sundown, we went for a quick meal. I’m pretty sure that by the end of this trip, I will be made entirely out of mango sticky rice because I’ve been eating way too much of it. But it’s so good!

#thailand-2023

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frogsister87 · 1 year

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Why aren’t you texting the last person you kissed?

Because we’re snap chatting

Has someone ever called you at midnight on your birthday?

Not called

Have you ever slept in the same bed as your friend?

Yep

Who was the first person you talked to today?

Brandon

Will this week be a good one?

Hopefully

What was the last movie you watched and with who?

Emperors new groove with Courtney

Anything happen to you within the past month that made you really happy?

I received a $110 gift card, that was pretty cool

What are you wearing right now?

A sweatshirt and leggings

Do you want to see somebody right now?

YES

When’s the last time you cried?

Tuesday I think

Will you regret your next kiss?

It’s very possible lol

Are you a forgiving person?

I’d say so

Do you currently have feelings for anybody?

“Feelings” is a strong word

When was the last time you changed in front of someone?

I don’t know

Are you the youngest person living in your house?

I’m the only person living in my home

Have you ever liked someone older than you?

Yeah

Who did you last fall asleep with?

Uhhhh… Ryan or Illa

Would you hug the last person you hugged again?

Probably

Now your cell phone, what color is it?

Black

Who were you last in a car with?

Courtney and Nate

Who did you text most today?

Text would be my grandma. Most of my friends Snapchat over text

Do you have a reason to smile right now?

Sure

Did a boy or a girl text you last?

Girl

Think back to the last person you held hands with, would you kiss them?

When was the last time something bothered you?

All the time

Would you rather love one person, or have many short relationships?

I don’t know

Would you prefer to date someone taller, shorter, or the same height as you:

Taller

Can you be your complete self around the person you like?

Like is a strong word

Are you wearing makeup?

Nope

What color was the last vehicle you were in?

White

Is there a person of the opposite gender on your mind?

Yeah

When was the last time you got high?

Uhhh it was before Christmas I think

What’s a word that starts with the third letter of your first name?

Ice

Have you ever kissed the last person you texted?

Yeah

Do you always answer your phone?

If I know it’s ringing yeah

Does anyone ever spell your name wrong?

Yep

Will you be up before 7AM tomorrow?

I hope not

In the past week have you cried?

Unfortunately

Do you get along with your parents?

Yes

What was the last thing you looked up on YouTube?

Masked singer video

Any upcoming vacations?

Well a four day weekend, woot woot

What’s the first thing you notice about the opposite sex?

Hair usually

Do you have alcohol in your house?

Yeah

What’s the closest pink object to you?

Blanket

What makes you the happiest right now?

I don’t know

Are you mad at someone right now?

Yeah

Are you ticklish?

Kind of

Is there one person in your life that can always make you smile?

Not always

Would your life be the same without alcohol?

I rarely drink so I suppose so

Have you had “the best night of your life?

I hope not

What was the first thing you thought this morning?

Why do I still have a headache

What were you doing at 2AM last night?

Sleeping

The shirt you’re wearing, does anyone else have it?

I mean probably? No one I know tho

If you were offered to smoke some weed right now, would you accept?

Sure

Could you go a month without cursing?

Probably not

Ever been out of your state?

Yeah

Do you plan on getting drunk or high tonight?

I thought about it but decided to be responsible

Toilet papered someones house?

Do you prefer to take showers at night or in the morning?

Morning

Have you been to New York City?

Non

Can you go a day without laughing?

Yeah if nothing makes me laugh

Is there anybody you wish you would be spending time with right now?

Yeah

Are you tired?

Yeah

How many tattoos would you get?

There’s isn’t a limit

Do you get drunk every weekend?

Nope

Have you held hands with someone in the past 24 hours?

I don’t think so

Who was the last person you high fived?

I don’t know

How many bracelets do you have on your wrists right now?

None

Do you know how to drive?

Uh yeah

Will next Friday be a good one?

No idea

Who was the last person to wink at you?

Probably spencer lol

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Hey! How are you? Call me Cia a Pisces sun :) A fact about me is that I have insomnia, sleeps at 2AM to 4AM and wakes up at 6AM to 7AM. But I'm planning to take some melatonin for a better sleep. :") Can I ask for a reading on how would my next partner treat me? Thank you! <333

Hey Cia!! Oh no :(( I’d suggest some healthy ways or habits to help you with your insomnia! You get so little rest! Your body needs more hours of proper sleep. Of course, if you need someone to talk with about this, I’d gladly offer an ear! So don’t hesitate to hit me up on dm!

Thank you so much for the ask and I’m sorry for the late reading but here it is!

On channeling your energy, I feel quite calm. I’m guessing you feel quite calm and peaceful at this moment or probably as you read this. Hmm…really nothing much but just this calm energy is what I’m getting. It could be that the overall energy of your next partner or what you’ll feel being in their presence.

Onto your reading :)) I see someone who is standing up for you. You might have people who like to talk behind your back or judge you quite a lot or put a lot of pressure on you. You won’t feel alone though as with your next partner. You’ll feel heard and seen and acknowledged is what spirit is telling me. They have this nurturing and bright energy (really sweet! ✨). They’ll carry some of your worries and burdens so you won’t have to suffer so much. You’ll have them as your ally! I’m strongly seeing an image of someone standing up for someone else.

This connection can be life changing for you! I hear and see that this will shake up your world, in a good way! ( I’ve been seeing the death card when shuffling the deck and it fell out as one of the clarifier cards and I so happen to see it again as I’m shuffling my other deck for last messages) They’re someone who will brighten up your day and has probably fire placements in their chart. Also sensing a bit of water but I think it’s mainly fire. Yeah! They’re really someone who’s supportive of you and won’t be afraid to call out those who send you negative energy. You will be showered with warmth, support and love from this person. And again, spirit is showing me that how bright of a person they are that they’re like the sun!

This person could very much well be masculine or just have more masculine traits (could be any gender). Also feeling that they could be older than you or just have a more mature energy in someway but still having a bit of a childlike energy here and there. Overall, I see a happy and loving connection between you and your next partner! Throughout the reading, the energy felt light hearted, calm and hints of feeling contentment.

I hope you enjoyed your reading and hopefully this resonates!! If you’re curious about your spread (the cards that fell out), feel free to ask me about it! Please do leave a feedback later on too. I really appreciate feedbacks as it does make my day! 🖤

#elioreadings

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strwberrytae · 3 years

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So Long, Farewell, and Goodbye For Now -

“I don’t know how you are so familiar to me—or why it feels less like I am getting to know you and more as though I am remembering who you are. How every smile, every whisper brings me closer to the impossible conclusion that I have known you before, I have loved you before—in another time, a different place, some other existence.” - Lang Leav

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Hello, You ♡ Yes, You. You ethereal, beautiful being. I am writing to you with bittersweet yet wonderful news - depending on the perspective. I am writing this post to inform all of you that I will no longer be writing for this blog for the foreseeable future. What I mean by that is that I am not giving up writing forever, no. But my life has changed so much over the last two years, I do not see myself writing again for quite some time. But don’t worry! I will be back!

Below the Read More section, I have poured my heart and soul into the real reasons why I’ve made this decision. I warn you, it’s lengthy but it’s everything that has led up to this over the years. So, if you fancy, have a read. If not, I bid you farewell and wish you all the happiness in the world. Thank you for supporting me so far. I truly appreciate it and love you all very dearly. Now, if you wish to read it at a later time, I will have a link available on my page at all times for anyone who is curious. It’s a hell of a story if you ask me ~

Edit: Made by Me - also, a surprise photo at the end Warnings/Triggers: Talks of emotional abuse, depression, and suicide but also happiness and love -

When I first started this blog, it was 2016. I had been on Tumblr for over a decade now but BTS led me to writing passionately for 2 years. I was incredibly active and utterly consumed by this website. Not just for the writing, but I was so obsessed because of my friends and mutuals that I made along the way. Can I just say that I’ve met some incredible people on this platform - including my best friend and soulmate? Truthfully, the absolute best friend I have ever had. But more importantly, Tumblr was my greatest escape. I mean this website truly has been my saving grace through very dark times.

In that part of my life, I was in an extremely toxic relationship; by then, it was 6 years I was with him. He was emotionally abusive, had such a short-fuse temper, hated everyone I knew which led me never really seeing any of my friends after college, knew I was anorexic and did nothing to stop me, knew I had depression since we started dating and always argued it as if it wasn’t real, crushed my dreams and ambitions, mocked potential suicide attempts, expected me to just abandon all hope to ever leave home to explore someplace new or get a job that I actually love. He was...just the worst. Never hit me though, so I’m grateful for that. But sometimes I wish he would so it would have given me the voice I needed to get out of that relationship much sooner than I did. But regardless, because of him plus having a soul-sucking job that wore me down to the core, Tumblr was my escape. BTS was my escape.

I fell hard and I fell deep. I created a fantasy world within this world. All of my dreams, fantasies, desires, and hopes were poured into my writing. My imagination was running wild. My activity was through the roof because I was always on here day in and out, just pretending like the outside world didn’t exist. It consumed me...but I needed it. Looking back, it was pretty excessive. At the time, I seemed perfectly normal because everyone else was just as active and saying the same things and doing the same things. I felt a belonging, like I fit in.

But I hated the person I became. It took me getting yelled at, mocked, ridiculed, and belittled by my ex to snap me out of that illusion I built and back into reality. That was the roughest night that we had filled with lots of screaming on his end and crying on my part. He thought my obsession was sick. He thought it was disgusting. It all started because he found fake texts I had made with Jimin and Tae. Don’t recall the story it was a part of but he thought they were texts with the actual members… In my eyes, I should get credit for making them look so legit but he didn’t see it that way. He thought fangirling over men was essentially cheating. No matter how hard I tried to explain, he didn’t understand. But a part of his view was right. I learned that I was a bit too much into it and I really needed to take a step back from Tumblr for a while. So I did. I deactivated my account and disappeared for months. Also because he made me and threatened our relationship if I didn’t. Should have taken the out but ah well.

Just two months prior to this incident, I attempted suicide. Well, contemplated. Everything was planned out. Bought a hotel room for Thanksgiving night as I was working a super late shift until about 1-2am. My commute home was an hour long and I still had to come back to work at 7am. So I got a room. Brought a large amount of pills with me and I was going to call it. No notes written to friends, family, or loved ones. Nothing. I was done. Didn’t think anyone would miss me. I just figured the world would keep turning without me. I had thought about doing this several times before but this was my first time making plans for it. It was my lowest of the low. But then I met someone that night that changed my life entirely just in a 10 minute interaction of talking - nothing special. We’ll get to that later. But this person just gave me hope and to this day, I still can’t explain it. It was euphoric. I felt clarity. It was in that night that I thought I might hold out just a little bit longer.

And thus @strwberrytae was born - but it was far from the same. At first, I restarted the blog in secret. Why would I do this? Why would a 25 year old open a blog in secret? Well, two months after the awful fight, my ex proposed to me and I said yes. I know. Believe me, I know. I was scared. My depression was getting worse again. I no longer had an escape except for books. All I did was read so I had some sort of reality to be in besides my own. But returning to a brand new blog did not give the same satisfaction as returning to an old blog.

I worked so hard on my first blog and this redo, I tried to consider it as a gift. Perhaps this was a chance to start anew and rebrand myself. This optimism kept up for quite some time. Slowly, I added my favorite past works then added some new chapters. If you’ve been here with me since 2017, you would know that my appearance on Tumblr was still not the same. Then I got married in October.

An empty, loveless marriage that I regret to this day. Needless to say, my writing and activity on Tumblr was still practically non-existent as I was still too scared of getting caught. Even though he finally gave me permission to use it again because he could tell how miserable it was making me. Yes, gave me permission. Thankfully, it all ended after a year. I finally went to a therapist even though I hated them so much and all past therapists I had. She was pretty great. Within five sessions, I summoned the courage to break up with this guy. I was finally set free. Nearly 9 years together and I finally felt like I could breathe.

Unfortunately, although I was free, I had to live with the guy for about 5 months after the breakup. Which was beyond rough, believe me. Imagine someone writhing in pain and bawling their eyes out and venting non-stop about all of their faults and wrongdoings every single day. At the end of the day, as shitty as he was to me, he was my best friend too. We went through a lot of shit together and he did have some good sides to him too. So witnessing this was horrendous. Needless to say, I wasn’t getting much privacy either. Writing was not my top priority. Now it’s 2019 and things changed drastically for the better - and worst.

Remember the person I met in 2016 on Thanksgiving night? Well, that person is someone I crushed on every since that night. For 2 years. People, I’m telling you. He did absolutely nothing special that night. He didn’t flirt with me. He didn’t check me out. He didn’t do anything remotely to make a girl swoon but I was so drawn to him. The only word that could describe it was “cosmic” - beautifully cosmic.

Well in January 2019, 2 months following my break up, he came into my store one day. And my god did he look incredible. He was dressed head to toe in black - a fitted black suit at that. He even wore this long, designer jacket to match. Hair shaved on the sides with beautiful, thick dark hair on top. So tall - 182cm. A smile that could kill; quite literally. The canines are on point. He looked like a five course meal. That day, he definitely flirted with me. By the end of the week, we had our first date. Sadly, I also lost my job in the same week and was unemployed for a year because no one would hire me. I was laid off and one of my seniors took my job. Of course, they needed to keep me around for the holidays and then give me the boot. I was devastated. I hated that job so much as it only aided in fueling my depression but losing it was definitely an amazing thing. And! I survived on my savings and definitely didn’t spend my time writing. I had life to sort out last year - like from the ground up. No worries though. I got a job in February 2020 and I love it, so it’s all good, baby. Now I’m in the health field and feel like I’m actually helping people, which I love.

Now, here we are 2 years later and I’m engaged to the man. Someone who makes me smile everyday, believes in me, encourages me, let’s me be 100% myself, travels with me, taught me how to love myself, taught me to accept my body, gets me on a level that only my best friend could, and someone who goes above and beyond every single day to show me how much he loves me. Bonus, he welcomes my love for BTS with open arms, reads my writing, AND has even been sucked in himself to the fandom. Jungkook and Jimin, look out. You got another fanboy. I thought true love was impossible for me but I was very, very wrong.

He has shown me that I can be happy and I have finally experienced true happiness. When people ask how I’m doing, I don’t cringe and lie through my teeth. I smile and say that I am doing well because by George, I am. Everyone around me has seen me over the last two years and made the comment, “you look so much happier”. They meet him and swoon just as much as I do. Is he perfect? No, he’s not. He has flaws just like everyone else but he actually grows and learns from his mistakes to better himself. That’s what amazes me the most. Even if we argue, which is seldom, he refuses to let it go without resolution so we can always fix whatever the issue is. As we like to call it, we’re in-sync. In everything, we’re always so in-sync. I’m wildly in love, my dudes.

So, why am I not writing anymore? To put it simply, I’m happy and don’t really feel the desire to write anymore - at least not fanfiction. Even when I was super young, like elementary school, I used writing as an outlet for my dark escape. I wrote poetry primarily and by middle school, it turned to fanfiction for Supernatural, Simple Plan, and Panic! At The Disco. Along with a very long list of other bands and shows but anyways. I’ve been severely depressed since I was 15 and fanfiction put me in this hole that I couldn’t get out of. I relied on this method to help me get through all the bad shit I was dealing with. It was my coping mechanism.

Now? While depression never truly goes away as the lovely disease that it is, I am genuinely happy. Because of this, when I opened all of my past works and works in progress, I felt nothing but guilt. Guilt for not keeping up with my chapters or keeping my account active. I felt dread to have to escape in this world that I had created. I felt no joy or excitement. It was the strangest feeling that happened all in a matter of seconds. Thus leading to my final decision to take a step away from writing. Do I still love it? Absolutely. But now I think I’m going to re-route and focus my writing on what I love - reality. I’m going to get back into journaling and write essays about love and beauty as I’ve always loved to do. But for escaping into a fantasy world? I don’t know when I’ll be back.

Now I know what you’re thinking. “But you can write and be happy!” Nah fam. Writing has been my aid through dark times and now I mostly associate it with those dark times. And for once in my life, I feel this desire to enjoy reality and remain in it - with the exception of journaling here and there. Even daydreaming is difficult. It’s strange. I love my reality. This sounds like gloating now but it’s truly a remarkable feeling. When you’ve been battling depression for 15 years, it feels really freaking nice to say that I’m happy.

So that’s why I’m taking a break - in a very long, drawn out way. But my hope was that after this long story, you might understand truly why I am doing this. It would have been easier to just say that writing doesn’t bring me joy anymore but I feel that I owe more than that; especially because I really don’t know if I’ll write for this blog ever again. The last time I took a break, I disappeared without being able to explain myself and I wanted to do so now that I have the chance.

Ultimately, thank you to everyone who has stuck by me over the years. It’s truly been one hell of a rollercoaster. The friends I’ve made on here have seen me at my lowest of the lows. But hey! I’ll still be around. I just won’t be publishing or continuing any of my works anywhere in the near future. Seriously though. Thank you from the bottom of my heart. This website has helped me tremendously and I’ll never forget it. Besides, there’s lots of other exciting things happening in my life now so you’ll certainly see me pop in here and there to talk about it ♡

If you wish, you can message me for questions or anything you want to know. I’m an open book - at least about most things hehe. And don’t worry. I still very much love Taehyung and still wildly obsessing over how marvelous he is. Umf.

(here’s some recent photos of me as i rarely take selfies anymore haha. and a derp photo of me and the man i love >_< why is the cutest photo of him with the worst photo of me? still cute though hehe)

#me #personal #goodbye for now #no longer writing #bts writer

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behindheremeraldeyes · 4 years

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sasusaku month 20

day 3- sleeping soundly

title: power nap

summary: every Tuesday, both Sasuke and Sakura go out for lunch during her break at the hospital. It’s a sacred tradition between them, but what happens when she’s too tired to even walk?

a/n: I tried to make a very cute pic this time so they could take a break from all the stress of being a ninja hahaha I have to admit that this theme made me want to miss the time when I could take more naps, and perhaps, I should start taking them whenever I can XD As always, I hope you enjoy this one! Have fun! PS: This story is still un-beta'd. My beta-reader is quite busy lately and she didn't have time for proofreading this one yet. Sorry for the mistakes you're gonna find!

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According to the big clock displayed above the central desk of the hospital reception, Sasuke had arrived just in time for her break. It was Tuesday, and just like every week, it was the day of their weekly lunch. He was on time, as always, and for some of the staff already knew what he was doing there, it wasn’t unusual for some nurses to look at him and whisper something to each other. Some would even giggle, eventually, and when they did, the Uchiha couldn’t help but wonder if seeing two people going out for lunch together was really that amusing.

It really was just lunch, after all.

A couple of months before, Sakura had been the one who had first created that tradition between them, saying it would be a nice chance for them to bond, and even if he liked to believe they didn’t really need an official reason to meet, the Uchiha eventually decided to play along. Every week since then, she would normally be waiting for him in front of the hospital reception, and as soon as their eyes met, she would greet him joyful before they could go find a place to eat. They would spend some time together, just the two of them, chatting while enjoying a nice and peaceful meal until her break was over. He would walk her back to the hospital, then, and he wouldn’t cordially wait until he made sure she was already inside.

Those were their Tuesdays. Simple, comfortable and consistent.

They had fallen into that delicate and domestic routine, and it didn’t take long before he grew fond of that unaltered part of his new life. He enjoyed those moments to the point where he would sometimes catch himself growing excited for their weekly encounter and lose a couple of hours of sleep because of that.

Tuesdays had become really great days, for sure.

And as soon as he saw her smiling, small figure talking to an old lady, he realized they were about to have another good day just the two of them.

When her green eyes made contact with his mismatched ones, a brighter smile lit up on her face and it didn’t take long before she excused herself from what seemed to be just a civilian wanting to chat. Ever since he returned to Konoha, Sasuke realized the pinkette had become quite popular among the elderly, and it wasn’t unusual for them to greet her with a wrinkled smile whenever they saw her on the streets. She would always treat them nicely, he realized, and perhaps that was the reason why they all liked her so much.

She walked up to him, then, yawning deeply as her heels clicked across the hospital reception. Now that she was standing closer, his eyes could see that she seemed to be a bit tired, her eyelids looking too heavy as they threatened to cover her eyes completely. There were dark circles around her eyes, and her breathing pattern was calm and slow.

Apparently, someone had had a rough day.

“Hey there—” She started, but her words were cut by another yawn that escaped her lips. The back of her right hand went to cover her mouth, and she blinked twice before fully opening her eyes. “—Sasuke-kun.”

“You look tired.” He said, simply, his face unaltered.

She looked at him, lifting her brows in surprise. The pinkette was still not used to how straight-forward he was, but it didn’t take long before her lips curled up. “Is it that evident?”

“Aah.” He agreed. “The dark circles around your eyes are quite big.”

“Ugh.” She pouted, her small hands now touching her face. “I guess not even all that make up could hide them in the end.” She smiled weakly at that, her head tilting to the side.

“Bad day?”

“Not really. It’s just that I got home pretty late last night.” She started, and soon they were walking towards the exit of the building. She stretched her arms above her head, moving her shoulders in order to relax her muscles a bit. "That mission took a little longer than I had initially expected and I didn’t really have much time to sleep.”

“Oh, I see.” He nodded in understatement, remembering she had, indeed, talked about a mission Kakashi had selected her for. If he recalled it correctly, she had been sent to Amegakure so she could help the new governors establish a new health care system based on medical ninjas. It was something the Shinobi Alliance had decided to do together, and though it would cost her many days of going back and forth to the village hidden in the rain, Sakura seemed very excited about the outcome. “At what time did you get back?”

“I think it was around 2am or something like that… I just know Kakashi-sensei wasn’t there when I went to his office to report back.”

“2am?!” He sounded surprised, his brows arching at her words. No wonder why she looked that tired. “And at what time did your shift at the hospital started today?”

“My shift officially began at 7am, but I was already here by 6:30am. I had an important surgery scheduled so I came in earlier to prepare everything.”

His dark eyes grew wider now, and suddenly, he stopped walking. Sakura couldn’t really be serious at that moment. She was basically telling him that she had returned to the village from a long trip around 2 in the morning, and instead of taking at least the morning off, she was already up before 6am and operating at 7am.

Normal people shouldn’t push themselves that hard.

She had definitely spent way too much time alone with Naruto, he thought.

“You've barely slept, Sakura.”

“I know…” She said, yawning once more. “I'll get some sleep when I get home.”

“And at what time will that be?”

“It won’t take long. Probably around 7pm.” Her voice came out softly and an innocent tone lingered to it. Her eyes held no malice, and at that moment, he really thought she was even worse than the Dobe.

Maybe she had hit her it during the war or maybe it happened during her time spent training with her master, because there had to be something really wrong with that girl’s head. At that moment, she was barely being able to hold herself up, yawning every three seconds, and yet, there she was, all smiles on her face as she was ready to go out with him for lunch. Even knowing about that mission at least 1 week before she had to go, Sakura had decided that it would be okay to sign in for a 12h shift at the hospital the day after she got back. Couldn't she just haven been a decent person and allow herself to get some proper hours of sleep at least once?

Apparently, the answer was a big, irresponsible and tired no.

Perhaps, he wasn’t the only one who needed to have some sense knocked into him.

A couple of seconds went by until the pinkette finally realized the Uchiha had stopped in his tracks. She turned around, then, her heels also stopping, as her green eyes were now looking at him with a confused expression. She tilted her pink head to the left, her lips pressed in a thin line. “Why did you stop, Sasuke-kun?”

“Sakura…” He stopped talking, his mind still trying to think about his next words. He knew he had to be helpful without sounding rude, but he could feel an urge to call her annoying running through his veins. Even if he really hated the idea of ruining their little routine, the Uchiha knew better than to believe she didn’t have more pressing needs at that moment. “Do you still have a couch in your office?”

“Yes, I do. Why?”

“Hn.” He nodded, his hand now hiding inside the pocket of his dark pants. “Go back upstairs then and try to get some sleep. You still have most of your lunch break.”

“What?” Her eyes widened and she unconsciously approached him. At that moment, her confused expression melted into a childish pout, and he would be lying if he said that face didn’t make him feel a bit moved. “What about our lunch?”

“We can just reschedule. You need to get some rest if you want to last until 7pm.”

“This is ridiculous, Sasuke-kun. I’m fine. I’m a bit sleepy, sure, but I’m also hungry. Come on, it’s Tuesday…”

The way she was batting her eyelashes at him made his heart skip a beat. Even if her current appearance was affected by her lack of sleep, Sakura still held traces of the cute girl she has always been, and like before, it was still hard for him to say 'no' to her. She had always known how to be pretty convincing around him, and at that moment, even if he knew she could use a power nap— or any kind of nap, for the matter— it was still hard for him to simply give up on their lunch.

It felt selfish of him— futile, even, because, really, it was just lunch— but he really wanted to go out with her so they could spend some time together. They had a lot of catching up to do, and even if he would mostly just listen to her while she talked about something that had happened at the hospital or at her missions, it was always great to see her looking that happy.

After everything that had happened in the past 3 years, Sakura needed happy times in her life. Both of them did. And if their happy could be achieved by doing something so trivial as going out for lunch, then it was worth fighting for it.

However, if she could use that time in order to recover from a tiring mission, how could he deny her such thing?

“You really need to sleep, Sakura.” His voice came out firm and with no hesitation. His eyes were locked with hers, and there was no sign in him that indicated that he would back off from his decision. “It will be good for you if you can rest a little.”

“But—“

“No ‘but's. You look like you were hit by a boulder and we both know how distracted you get when you’re sleepy.”

Her lips parted at his statement, but no words came out from her mouth. Even if she wanted to answer him that she was fine and that she wasn’t really that sleepy, they both knew it would be useless. The Uchiha, if anything, is as stubborn as his blonde best friend, and at that moment, he wouldn’t simply be convinced by her white lies.

A soft smile crossed her lips, then, and she shyly looked down for a bit before her glance returned to his eyes. Her hands were now hiding behind her back, and she bit her lower lip before deciding to talk again. “I bet every girl would love to hear such delicate words regarding her looks.”

“Tch." He scoffed. “You know what I meant.”

“Yeah, I’m just messing with you.” She giggled, softly. “Are you sure it’s really okay?”

“It is, don’t worry. Try to get some sleep and I’ll go fetch you something to eat.”

“What?” She asked, confused, her sleepy head clearly not working well anymore.

“I'll go out and bring you some food. You weren’t really thinking about skipping lunch, were you, Sakura?”

“… Of course not.” She said, looking away from his judging stare. Sakura was clearly lying— or, at least, trying to— and if not for her need to sleep, he would’ve certainly scolded her for being that irresponsible.

Maybe next time, he thought.

“Hn, yeah, right…” He nodded, his eyes closing before he could start his way towards the exit. Their shoulders brushed as he walked past her, and though he knew she wanted to follow him, he was glad she didn’t. “I’ll be back soon with your food.”

“Fine.” She said, stretching the first syllable. “Next week lunch will be on me, then!”

“Aah.” He agreed, as he continued his way across the room.

“Oh, and Sasuke-kun!” She called his name, and immediately, he turned his head to look at her. She was smiling now, her arms crossed across her chest. “Don't forget to bring your food, too! We can still eat together in my office, right?” The cheerfulness lingering in her voice made his chest feel warmer, and even though her eyes were surrendering to her exhaustion, she still looked quite happy to have found a way for them to be together for lunch. She was smiling softly at him, and even if he had initially planned on bringing her food and leaving her to rest, Sakura had just convinced him to stay. With her joyful features and her sleepy expression, she had just managed to save their beloved tradition.

It should be okay if he stayed for just a little, right? Just until she could finish her lunch, and then he would be gone. Yes, it would certainly be okay.

“I guess we can. I’ll meet you there.”

“Hai!” She said, and he began walking again. “I’ll leave the window open for you!"

At her words, his lips formed a soft smirk as he finally exited the hospital. Though she would normally tell both him and Naruto not to invade her office through the window, on that day, Sakura figured it would be easier like that. His ears captured the sound of her heels clicking as she turned back, and he just hoped she could get some sleep before he returned with their food.

It was going to be a different Tuesday, for sure, but he figured it should be okay as long as they could be together in the end.

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Though there weren't many people in the small restaurant down the hospital street, Sasuke made sure to take his time before ordering so she could have some more sleeping time. With his eyes always checking the clock, the raven haired boy made sure to calculate a decent amount of time— given the circumstances, of course— for her to sleep and eat properly before going back to work.

For they have gone eating together multiple times already, he knew about her taste for vegetables and something lighter for lunch, choosing to order her the special salmon with a bittersweet sauce that was made of honey, rice vinegar and soy sauce. It was a very popular dish according to the guy who worked there, and he hoped she would like his choice.

The food inside the take-out bag was still hot by the time he reached the hospital, and he made sure not to waste a single moment before climbing up the walls to her office. His chakra-coated sandals helped him make his way up, and in no time, he was at her window, which had been left open for him. He was very careful while entering, making sure not to bump on any of her belongings. As always, her office was filled with piles of papers and medical books, and he wondered how she even managed to find anything in the middle of that mess.

Once he was completely inside, his eyes wasted no time before they could start their search for her, and quickly, they found her small and delicate figure still asleep on the couch. She was sleeping soundly, her shallow breaths escaping her slightly parted lips in a smooth rhythm. Her chest was going up and down in a slow rhythm, and if he had never seen her breaking large trees with her bare hands, Sasuke would even believe she was just a defenseless and powerless girl.

Sakura looked really peaceful like that, he thought, as he looked at her with softness in his eyes. She was so calm and tranquil, clearly too busy sleeping to even notice his sudden presence in the room. Back when they were younger and they had to camp outside during their missions, she would always wake up at the slightest noises, but at that moment, he doubted she would wake up unless he literally shook her awake.

She was really tired, for sure. She was all curled up on her couch, her head resting against a crumpled jacket that was serving as a pillow for the moment. Her pink locks were falling forward, covering the seal on her forehead, and there was a small pout decorating her rosy lips.

Though he has never been the most sensitive person out there, it was undeniable that Sakura looked incredibly cute. His eyes— even if he was probably unaware— looked at her affectionately, and suddenly, a mix of tenderness and empathy coursed through him, and he had to hold back the urge to move her pink locks from her soft face.

He didn’t want anything to disturb her at that moment. She deserved those minutes of pristine silence, and he would do everything he could in order to protect them. After seeing her like that, it didn’t take long for the Uchiha to decide not to wake her up to eat, choosing, instead, to leave her food there so she could eat it later that day.

The salmon would turn cold, sure, but he figured that she could heat it some other time.

A soft smile took over his lips, and slowly, he made his way towards the couch where she was sleeping. For it was a chilly afternoon, he took his dark coat off, covering her small body in order to keep her warm. The piece of fabric weighted over her small figure, and he watched as she tugged it closer to her with a comfortable expression on her face. After that, the Uchiha found a spot next to her, and since they had decided that they would eat together, he believed that it would be okay if he just ate his lunch there, by her side before it also turned cold.

Slowly and carefully not to wake her up, he fished his sandwich from the paper bag, taking a bite from it and allowing the tomato, the cheese and the basil to mix inside his mouth. The sandwich tasted very good, indeed. It was just a simple thing anyone could prepare, but it still tasted pretty special for him. His eyes would eventually drift from his lunch to her sleepy, little head; and even if her small breaths were the only sounds filling the room, Sasuke couldn’t simply find the words to describe how domestic and pure that whole thing felt.

It felt so casual and intimate, in a way he hadn’t felt in years. His heart skipped a beat at the thought, bringing a shy smile to his lips, and he mentally thanked her for bringing back that innocence to his life. As the months went by, he realized how much that girl alone could do for him— even when she was doing nothing more than sleeping by his side— and he wondered how many other things could she bring into his new life if he just allowed her to.

In a matter of weeks, Sakura had turned his Tuesdays into pleasurable days, and now, he wondered what else could she do were she to take care of the rest of his week.

A sigh escaped his lips, and quickly, he brushed that thought away. After a couple of minutes, he had finally finished his sandwich, satisfied with his pleasurable lunch, and slowly, he allowed his head to fall back a little so he could rest it against the couch. He closed his eyes, for an instance, solely paying attention to the sound of her breaths, lulling him into a moment of pure bliss.

His head was feeling lighter, his breath was matching hers, and suddenly, he felt an odd warmth against his leg. It caught him by surprise, at first, but it didn’t take long before his body grew used to that small contact between them. A feeling of calmness invaded his body at that moment, and soon, he emptied his mind from whatever bad thought could even dare disturb that moment. He felt his conscious slipping from his grip, then, knowing very well what would happen if he just let it go.

He was going to fall asleep, he knew. He was going to fall asleep on a couch by her side, and even if that would probably be something hard to explain once they both woke up, Sasuke couldn’t find it in himself to care.

It felt too good. It felt right and even if he had had a good night of sleep himself, he figured he could allow himself to rest for a bit.

It was just a nap after lunch, after all. Was it really such a bad idea?

No. At least not at that moment. Not on that odd, yet ordinary, Tuesday.

fin.

#sasusaku #sasusaku fanfiction #sasusaku month 2020 #ssm20 #ssm20d03 #myssfics

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asphalt-cocktail · 3 years

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keep them coming you say??? how about john and reader's first kiss when he is super confident till the time comes and he has no idea how to kiss her aaaand is incredibly flustered but trying to keep it uber cool, so, ofc, reader has to kiss him:)))

God it’s 7am where I am and I’m really up this early writing steaming smooches. Anyways happy 2021 y’all! I hope you had a fun and safe new year.

Also this is such a cute idea.

Warnings: just some kissing

You should had known that sneaking John into your room at 2am wasn’t going to lead to any good. He was now sitting on your bed, his long fingers culling your face and his thumb tracing your bottom lip.

This was it. The two of you were finally going to kiss. You felt as though the moment would have come sooner into you dating but also had hoped the cliche “good things come to those who wait” was going to apply to you.

John leaned in, ready to capture your lips in his own but instead his forehead knocked against yours, “ouch,” you frowned, rubbing the sore spot and pulling away slightly.

“Sorry, ‘s hard to see” he said pulling you back. He swallowed thickly once again going in to kiss you and hesitated, turning his head from one side and then to the other.

You could feel the warmth of frustration beginning to radiate off him and soon his skin became sticky with sweat. When he finally kissed you it was messy, your teeth clanked together, his mouth moved messily against yours, and his hands awkwardly searched your body for something to hold on to.

You pulled away and wat he’s as John sheepishly looked away m, “John, love,” you began as you suddenly realized what was happening, “have you ever kissed anyone?” You asked.

John scoffed and crossed his arms over his chest, “yeah I’ve kissed loads of people before.” He said in a pouty and irritated voice.

You reached forward and gripped his hand in your own, rubbing his hand with your thumb, “it’s okay, you’ve got nothing to be embarrassed about. I’m sorry I didn’t ask.” You shifted in your bed and turned more to face him, “do you want me to show you?”

Through the darkness you could see the confidence slowly returning back to John as his back straightened up snd his arms uncrossed, “I suppose you could.” He said.

You cupped his face in your hands and held him with such a delicate soft touch, “it’ll be okay just follow what I do.” The kindness in your tone helped put John at ease.

His face felt warm and slightly sticky from his nervous sweat as you leaned forward and placed a soft kiss on his lips. You guided his hands and placed them on your hips before snaking yours around his neck and pushing him back so he rested against your pillows. You straddled Johns hips and moved your mouth against his. He messily tried to mimic your motions and tried to take over leading before you pulled away, “relax, love, let me take care of you.” You softly whispered and placed a kiss on his nose before capturing his mouth once more.

#ac asks #anon #John Lennon x reader

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littleshopofaudrey1 · 4 years

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Nightmares

“Get off of her.” Seymour muttered, causing Audrey to stir.

She blinked her eyes a few times, trying to adjust to the darkness. “Hm?”

“Get off of her.” Seymour called again, a little louder than before.

It was apparent he was dreaming but it didn’t seem like the good kind of dream. She reached over to the nightstand and turned the lamp on. Placing a tentative hand on his shoulder, she shook him ever so gently. “Seymour? Honey, wake up.”

“GET OFF OF HER!” He suddenly bellowed. It was loud enough to make Audrey jump in response. She ran to his side of the bed and crouched down, shaking him a little harder than her previous attempt.

Audrey hadn’t seen him like this for months. “Seymour! You’re just having a bad dream!”

She began to wrap her arms around her husband in an attempt to bring him back to reality. Unfortunately, Seymour mistook her loving touch for that of a vine snaking around his body.

Instinctively, he swung a punch out striving to free himself from the grasp of Audrey II. The feeling of his fist making impact with something was finally enough to will him out of his nightmare.

However, when one nightmare ended, another began.

He slowly opened his eyes to be greeted by the sight of his wife slumped against the wall, holding her eye.

“Audrey?” Things were beginning to make sense. “Oh, my god. Audrey?”

She rose to her feet, still holding her eye. “I-I’m okay, Seymour. Don’t worry.”

“I did that?” He could barely look her in the eyes, he felt so embarrassed.

“You didn’t mean to, it was an accident.” She climbed back into the bed and held his trembling hands. “I think you were having another nightmare, weren’t you?”

“I-I thought they’d stopped for good, it’s been so long.” He was feeling a million things at once. Shame, guilt, fear.

“Do you wanna talk about it? You were screaming ‘get off of her.’” She rubbed his hands, trying her best to calm his shaking.

Seymour took a deep breath. “No matter how hard I try, it’s impossible for me to shake the image of you being attacked out of my head. That was the scariest moment of my entire life, Audrey. If something had happened to you...God, I don’t know what I’d do.”

She placed a chaste kiss on his mouth to snap him out of his rambling. “But nothing happened to me, besides a scratch or two. I’m fine. I’m here with you.” She held his face in her hands as she reassured him.

She always knew the right thing to say to calm him down. As he looked into her eyes, he noticed the prominent red mark. “Is your eye okay? I’m so sorry.”

“I promise you, I’m absolutely fine.” Glancing at the clock, she saw it read a little after 2am. She opened her arms to him and he snuggled into her body. “We should try to get some sleep. I’m right here.”

Audrey stroked his hair until he fell asleep, she wasn’t far behind him.

The alarm clock began to ring at 7am to which Seymour reached over and turned it off. However, he noticed Audrey wasn’t in the bed next to him. It wasn’t like her to wake up before she needed to.

He stepped into his slippers and began to head towards the kitchen when he was stopped in his tracks by what sounded like a whimpering coming from the bathroom.

Knocking on the door, he quietly called Audrey’s name.

“Just a minute, sweetie.” She let out a small sob and sniffled.

“Audrey?” Seymour asked again, growing more worried.

He gently pushed the doorknob down to find it wasn’t locked and peered into the room. Inside, Audrey sat on the floor and dabbed her eyes with a tissue.

“I’m sorry, I was just-“ Before she could rise to her feet, Seymour had crouched down next to her and took her hand in his.

His face dropped “Oh, my god. Look at your eye.” Overnight, it had turned a mixture of blue and purple. It was reminiscent of a time when she was dating a certain dentist. “Is that why you’re crying? Does it hurt?”

She sniffed and giggled slightly. “I don’t wanna sound ridiculous.”

“You could never sound ridiculous to me.” He reassured her.

“It’s a happy cry.” Upon seeing the confused look at her husband’s face, she began to elaborate. “When I saw it this morning, I was shocked. There was a time that I wouldn’t have even given something like this a second thought. I haven’t seen myself bruised up in the longest time, Seymour. It just...it made me appreciate how safe I feel with you.”

“You really feel safe with me? Even after I did that to you?” He looked down at his lap and shook his head with shame.

“I don’t blame you at all, you were having a nightmare.” She could tell that he still wasn’t entirely convinced that he wasn’t a bad person, a bad husband. “You apologized right away. You know, Orin would’ve just laughed at me. Or even got off on it.”

Seymour could’ve sworn he felt his blood begin to boil. “Forgive me for saying this, Audrey, but I hate that son of a bitch.”

Audrey would be lying if she said she wasn’t a little taken aback by his language, Seymour definitely wasn’t known for having a potty mouth.

“That’s exactly what I mean, you’re not that type of person. I couldn’t have asked for a better person to spend the rest of my life with.” She wrapped her arms around him and the pair spent a few minutes just quietly embracing on the bathroom floor.

He broke away, stood up and offered his hand to her, helping her to her feet. “Would you like me to make you a cup of coffee? It’s the least I can do.”

“I would love that, thank you.” She briefly kissed him and took his hand as they walked to the kitchen together.

“If it’s any consolation, you still look absolutely radiant.” Seymour said, meaning every word.

#little shop of horrors #audrey fulquard #seymour krelborn #ellen greene #rick moranis #audrey x seymour

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thevelvetseries · 5 years

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College Days

Summary : While Sam is away at college he find love within Y/N. When Dean comes into town he finds out Sam has a whole new family.

Pairing : Sam Winchester x Reader / Dean Winchester / Antionette Winchester (Sam / Reader’s Child)

Warnings : Fluff, Angst

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It was 2am. I was asleep in mine and Sam’s room, while he was in the living room studying for an exam he had coming up in a few weeks. He was going over many different case studies trying to understand why people did what people did. He had been doing this since Y/N went off to bed around 10pm, it’s been 4 hours and was started to get a little tired. Sam was just about to clear up everything when he heard a noise coming from the the hallway. He looks down at his little girl to make sure she was still asleep and ok before he starts to slowly walk towards the hallway where the front door is. He could see something moving in the shadows. Sam jumped into action and started to tackle the intruder down, when the intruder fights backs and pins Sam down.

“Dean” Sam says while looking up at his older brother. “You scared the crap out of me” he says while breathing heavily.

“That’s because you’re out of practice” Dean says with a smile before Sam fights back to pin his brother to the floor to prove he’s still in a good practice.

While this was happening Y/N started to wake up because of the commotion. She slowly starts to get out of bed and heads into the living room not seeing Sam. She head over to the small cot and sees Antionette starts to stir. She picks her up and starts to walk down the hallway when she sees two shadows. She automatically can tell one is Sam so she turns on the lights and both of the men in front of her turns her way.

“Sam, what’s going on?” I ask.

“It’s ok. This is my brother Dean.” He gestures to the man standing in front of him.

“Hey.” I saw while Sam walked over to me. “I’m Y/N, and this little princess is Antionette” Dean was just staring at me, wondering who I was. “Y/N’s my girlfriend and this little cutie is our daughter” Sam says while taking A out of your arms.

“Would you like something to drink?” I ask while looking at Dean. He accepted and we all headed into the living room. Sam placed Antionette in her cot then started to clean up his mess while I went into the kitchen to get some cups and a bottle of lemonade we had and brought it into the living room. We spoke for about 10 minutes until I got really tired and needed to go to bed. Sam told me to and that he would keep Antionette with him until he comes in later.

“So you’re a dad now?” Dean says while drinking some of his drink.

“Yeah. I am.” Sam says with a little bit of attitude.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Dean asks a little hurt.

“I didn’t think I needed to. I hadn’t been in your life for nearly two years Dean. We don’t really talk on the phone either, we have nothing in common. I want a normal life and that’s what I’ve got.”

“How old is she? Dean asked

“She’s 1” Sam says. “You can take the couch tonight instead of sleeping in your car.” Sam says before heading into the bedroom with Antionette and put her to bed and went to bed himself.

The sun was coming through the window stirring me awake. I opened my eyes, it was 7am. I slowly got out of bed, Antionette was still asleep the same with Sam. So I made my way into the living room to find Dean awake drinking some coffee and reading the newspaper that I left in the kitchen yesterday.

“Morning Dean” I say while grabbing myself some coffee.

“Morning, I’m guessing Sam is still asleep.” He replied.

“Yeah, I thought he would be, when he stays up late to study he always get a couple extra hours sleep. I don’t mind though he needs it.” I say sitting down next to him, while putting on the TV.

Around 8am Sam wondered out of the bedroom with his little girl in his arms, she was blabbing away to him and he was just smiling and listening to her like what ever she was saying was the most important thing in the world. I couldn’t keep the smile off my face. They were my world and I couldn’t be more happy. Dean looked like he had seen a ghost, most likely as he hadn’t seen Sam in this kind of light before. I could tell that Dean was happy for him, for us. We spent the day catching up, Dean wanted to know everything about her and spent time playing with her in her playpen and he looked like he was having the best time of his life, taking a break and being free.

He also now understood why Sam didn’t want to come back home. He had a family and it was a good one at that. Sam could be the father that he never had. There was nowhere he could take that away from him. All he wanted was to be apart of his little brothers life again and be able to be an uncle to that little girl. Dean stayed in town for a few more days before he had to leave. Thing happened over them few days something between Sam and Deans. It looked like things were going to be ok.

#supernatural #supernatural imagine #supernatural fanfiction #supernatural fanfic #supernatural one shot #dean winchester #dean winchester x reader #sam winchester #sam winchester x reader #jensen ackles #jensen ackles x reader #jensen x reader #jared paladecki #jared padalecki x reader #jared x reader

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luninosity · 4 years

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Hello! Hope you and awesome husband are doing well in this trying time! What are you guys doing to pass the time? I was wondering how the professor end of college is going, is your work load okay? Hoping to hear more life, work, and writing updates from you in this time of uncertainty!

It’s been...interesting!

In some ways, not a lot has changed - Awesome Husband had been working from home three days a week anyway, and I only had to be on campus for teaching/office hours/Writing Center hours/department meetings, so it’s not like either of us had a massive schedule change, which is good. And he has a separate office, with a door that shuts (he needs it for video conferences), so we’re not constantly in the same shared space...

The part that’s taking some adjustment is that we’re both here all the time now - like, there’s never any time when one of us isn’t here! And I at least have always needed some space that’s *mine* - space to be weird, sit in weird positions, say lines out loud, get annoyed at student essays and get up and make tea, sleep in later (my preferred sleep schedule is, honestly, like 2am to 9 or 10am, and I always take a while to fall asleep) without feeling judged by someone who’s up at 7am...Awesome Husband also a) takes a real lunch break, and b) would be perfectly happy eating peanut butter sandwiches every day forever, whereas I tend to take mini-breaks after finishing tasks (and then wince whenever he walks by and it looks like I’m not doing work) but I just eat lunch while grading quizzes or something, and I also get bored after 3-4 days in a row of the same food! We usually compromise okay when our schedules intersect just a couple of days a week, that’s fine, but now it’s every day... *laughs*

Teaching...it’s so hard to judge. I feel like I’m not doing enough - but then again I imagine we all feel like that! We’ve moved all their reading questions, discussion posts, quizzes, etc, online, and most of my kids seem to be doing okay - we can’t do some of the projects I really love doing, like having them perform a scene from a play in class (it’s usually great; they mock-behead each other, stab “Vikings,” etc), but I’ve tried to give them creative options to post to the course website - like, make a piece of art to illustrate a scene, or write a journal entry from the POV of a character, or link us to a theme song/piece of music you’d choose for this character and explain why - and there’ve been some really cool responses, some wonderfully creative art and writing, from some of my students who’re actually quieter in person, so maybe this is good for them! The part I’m worried about is their research paper projects; we have massive online databases and academic journals, of course, but they won’t have access to the books of the campus library, for instance, and if some of them have limited internet/computer access (sharing a laptop with a sibling, or slow internet at home, or something else along those lines) then purely online research will be difficult. So we’ll see how that goes. Still thinking about ways to make this easier, without, y’know, losing the research element that is part of this class...

As far as passing the time, for me and Awesome Husband, we’ve been a) doing a lot of jigsaw puzzles, because we’re basically old people (and it’s fun!); b) some tabletop gaming (on Sunday we finished - and won, thank you! - the cooperative Harry Potter: Hogwarts Battle deckbuilder; we’ll do Forbidden Sky next, which we’ve actually had for a while but hadn’t opened); c) embarking on a Smallville sort-of rewatch - it turns out we both had stopped watching around seasons 7-8, the first time, so neither of us ever saw the last few seasons, but it’s been long enough that we figured we should just start from the beginning! We’re into season 5 now. I’d forgotten how purely weird this show could get. The medievalist in me wants to do something with the whole witches-and-possession story arc...

And then individually I write things, and he plays games - he was having a bout of Castlevania nostalgia after the latest Netflix season, so he went and found the old games - and we both read! He’s working on American Gods, and I read all the things, both for work and for fun. (Book rec, if you like m/m romance with glorious pining and the ultimate long-distance falling-in-love: Kay Simone’s One Giant Leap, featuring a cocky bisexual astronaut and his (new and inexperienced but shoved into the role by Plot Circumstances) ground controller, late-night chats, and a truly amazing amount of I-love-him-but-he-can’t-possibly-feel-the-same emotions. Spoiler alert: of course he feels the same!) And, speaking of romance and Awesome Husband, there’s the sex, of course. :D :D

Oh! And of course I have a book release, er, April 11! My merman story - Cadence and the Pearl! Though really it’s about a lot more - ocean magic, and 17th-century light opera, and the Northern Isles, and coming home, and an attractive local schoolteacher with a secret...so that’s happening!

I hope you’re staying safe, and everything’s okay for you! And for everyone. It’s a weird world, at the moment...

#anon #replies #the state of things #thank you for asking!#me #awesome husband is awesome #book recs #cadence and the pearl #my fic

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lovemesomesurveys · 4 years

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Why aren’t you texting the last person you kissed? We don’t talk anymore, haven’t in years.

Has someone ever called you at midnight on your birthday? Yeah, when I was younger. One of my cousins always texts me at midnight on my birthday, though.

Have you ever slept in the same bed as your friend? Yeah. Who was the first person you talked to today? No one yet, it’s barely going to be 8AM.

How many text messages are in your inbox? I am not going to count them.

Will this week be a good one? Well, yesterday my stomach was really bothering me and I was nauseous off and on all day, so not off to a great start.

What was the last movie you watched and with who? Monster’s University with my mom and brother.

Anything happen to you within the past month that made you really happy? No.

What are you wearing right now? Leggings and a graphic tee as per usual.

Do you want to see somebody right now? No.

When’s the last time you cried? A couple days ago.

Will you regret your next kiss? I hope not.

Are you a forgiving person? Yes.

Do you currently have feelings for anybody? Not romantic feelings.

When was the last time you changed in front of someone? I don’t change in front of anyone.

Are you the youngest person living in your house? No.

Have you ever liked someone older than you? Only by a year.

Who did you last fall asleep with? Just myself.

Would you hug the last person you hugged again? Yes.

Now your cell phone, what color is it? Coral.

Who were you last in a car with? My mom.

Who did you text most today? No one so far.

Do you have a reason to smile right now? No. Did a boy or a girl text you last? Girl.

Think back to the last person you held hands with, would you kiss them? No.

When was the last time something bothered you? Now. Always.

Would you rather love one person, or have many short relationships? One person.

Would you prefer to date someone taller, shorter, or the same height as you: Taller, but most people are taller than me anyway.

Can you be your complete self around the person you like? I don’t like anyone in that way. Are you wearing makeup? No. I haven’t worn makeup in like 3 years.

What color was the last vehicle you were in? Red.

Is there a person of the opposite gender on your mind? No.

What’s a word that starts with the third letter of your first name? Elephant.

Have you ever kissed the last person you texted? On the cheek.

Do you always answer your phone? Only if it’s my parents or brother. That’s really all who calls me anyway, with the exception of spam/scam calls.

Does anyone ever spell your name wrong? Very rarely.

Will you be up before 7AM tomorrow? I don’t even go to sleep until after 7AM now for whatever reason. It’s been like most of this year.

In the past week have you cried? Yep.

Do you get along with your parents? Yes. I’m close with them, especially with my mom.

What was the last thing you looked up on YouTube? ASMR videos.

Any upcoming vacations? No, sadly. Who knows when the next vacation will be now.

What’s the first thing you notice about the opposite sex? Overall appearance?

Do you have alcohol in your house? Yeah.

What’s the closest pink object to you? A crewneck.

Are you mad at someone right now? No.

Are you ticklish? Just my neck.

Would your life be the same without alcohol? I haven’t drank in almost 10 years.

Have you had “the best night of your life?” I’ve had nights that felt that way at the time.

What was the first thing you thought this morning? I haven’t gone to bed, yet, but it’s morning now and I’m thinking about food. At least I have an appetite today.

What were you doing at 2AM last night? Reading.

The shirt you’re wearing, does anyone else have it? I’m sure a lot of people do.

If you were offered to smoke some weed right now, would you accept? Nah.

Could you go a month without cursing? Yeah. I don’t curse that much.

Ever been out of your state? Yes, a few times.

Do you plan on getting drunk or high tonight? Nope, I don’t do either one.

Toilet papered someone’s house? Nooo. That’s so incredibly rude and stupid.

Do you prefer to take showers at night or in the morning? At night.

Have you been to New York City? No, but I’d love to go one day.

Can you go a day without laughing? There are days like that.

Is there anybody you wish you would be spending time with right now? No. Are you tired? Yes.

How many tattoos would you get? I highly doubt I’ll ever get one.

Do you get drunk every weekend? If I haven’t drank in almost 10 years then no.

Have you held hands with someone in the past 24 hours? No.

Who was the last person you high fived? I don’t recall the last time I did that.

How many bracelets do you have on your wrists right now? Zero.

Do you know how to drive? No.

Will next Friday be a good one? *shrug*

Who was the last person to wink at you? My doggo.

[found at quarantin3surv3ys]

#personal #text #survey #surveys

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