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Think I only want you under my mistletoe I might change your contact to “has a huge North Pole” You said you like my stockings better on the floor Boy, I’ve been a bad girl I guess I’m getting coal Lemme come warm you up, you been out in the snow Baby my tongue goes numb, sounds like hoe hoe hoe I don’t want Santa’s elves underneath this ol’ tree Here’s a lil carol I wrote, it’s about you and me You’re my wishlist, lookin’ at you got me thinkin’ Christmas

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Soy Luna Moodboard ➤ Ámbar Smith.

“I’m tired of your reprocahes goodmather, of your critics, your demands. I’m tired of having to be the best at everything. What good does that for me? I’m also tired of having to give example to the rest. I’m tired of trying to seem perfect! ”

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Valentina Zenere as Ámbar Smith in SOY LUNA, s03e10.

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Thoughts

Sabrina Carpenter x Fem Reader

Word count: hold up

T/W: suicide

Summary: Reader is on the verge of giving up, until Sabrina comes to her aid.

R/N: i hate this so much but I really wanted to post a fic, so here we are :)

Sabrina's face warmed as the lights bathed her skin and cascaded over her features. As the camera crew bustled around like a pack of harried mothers, her eyes drifted lazily around the room, her focus shifting inward. Memories raced through her mind almost as fast as the crew, and without her realising, a small smile began to creep across her face. She had plenty of time to daydream, and she was making the most of it.

Across the room, Joey leaned casually against a wall, observing her chaotic surroundings. She knew the exact whereabouts of Sabrina's head, and she smirked at her simpering friend. It took Sabrina a moment to realize that she'd been staring at Joey with a glazed look, and, turning red, she smiled back before glancing away.

As the crew finally settled themselves and performed final checks with the celeb, Joey felt a vibration in her left back pocket. Knowing it contained Sabrina's phone and not her own, she hastily removed it, eager to see if it was enough to pause the interview.

But the name on the screen made her hesitate for a moment. Only for a moment, before she practically sprinted to her friend's side, calling frantically, 'Cut the cameras!'

The crew blinked in confusion, not even having started filming yet. One member sighed in exasperation, as if they hadn't just made their star sit and look pretty with her thoughts for ten empty minutes. Sabrina glanced up at Joey, and double took at the look on her face. Joey was not one to be flustered easily, unless she was listening to her best friend sing in French, but her expression now was far from calm.

"What is it? What's going on?" she blurted, concern thick in her tone.

Joey said nothing more, simply thrust the phone at her, blinking rapidly. Sabrina took the phone from her nervous grasp, and immediately understood.

It was her. She never called. She hated phone calls, but here she was, calling.

Something was seriously wrong.

The liquid mass seven feet away from me rose and fell like a heaving beast, making my stomach turn even more than it had been doing for the past hour. The thought of what I was about to do had my heart going double time, and my teeth were clenched so hard that I had a headache. In this moment, it was hard to understand why anyone would call this scenery beautiful. All I saw in it was a means to a horrible end.

I took a shaking step toward the shore, my bare foot leaving a light imprint on the white sand. I threw my gaze around, ensuring for the umpteenth time that no one was around to witness. The last thing I needed was to ruin someone's day in this manner.

One week after New Year's Day. Typical me, couldn't even last a month into a year of possibility. Surely this was for the best, though, taking myself off of everyone's hands.

I thought of my mother, the look of absolute discomfort on her face as she lectured me on why I needed fixing. My father, when he scowled at me like I was the filthiest thing he'd seen in his life. I thought of the lies I'd told my friends, just to be accepted into their idea of what a real human was. What a joke. I'd tried so hard, only to let everybody down.

Except Sabrina.

Sabrina had been there, even when we were forced to quit our long distance relationship. She'd been there for every midnight crying session, even if it was over the phone; for every time I needed a pep talk after a difficult coming-out experience.

But this only seemed to serve to confirm my suspicion that I needed to leave. I was either a burden or an object of disgust to everyone around me. The world might feel a little lighter and brighter without that object.

The water hit my toes, sending a shiver through the length of my body. The tide was coming in, creeping up the beach and slipping and sliding over rocks and crags. It almost had the consistency of jelly, thick and weighty. My legs shook a little at the feeling.

A final thought protruded into my head as I continued to walk in a straight line, one foot in front of the other. A week ago, New Year's morning, my mother across the table from me. A rare occasion of us getting along, and her appearing to have actual interest in me.

"What was your highlight of last year?" she asks, her elbows resting on the table with her chin in her hands.

A flood of memories of Sabrina's smile, Sabrina's hand in mine, Sabrina's arms around me, conquers my whole body, so much so that I nearly blurt it out to my would-be appalled mother. Those memories of our physical intimacy are so few, and yet so vibrant; the more frequent images of my phone screen displaying her sweet words and pictures are just as vivid. It is almost more than I can bear, and I clench my fists in an effort to keep them contained.

"I don't know," I reply simply. "It's been a long year."

I've never been able to escape her. Not even when it seemed that she'd escaped me.

I looked down at my hand, shaking myself out of my reverie. My phone is there, though I don't recall removing it from my pocket. In fact, hadn't I left it in the car with the rest of my belongings? It seemed my conscience had evaded my control again.

As if to prove my wondering, before I knew it, the phone was ringing my speed dial.

Sabrina Ann-Lynn Carpenter.

"Hello? Y/N? Oh my God, please please please tell me you're okay!"

The ocean swelled up around me, as if encoring her words. I tried to speak, but my throat was dry and swollen. All I could do was let my eyes well up with tears and choke out a small sob.

"Y/N! No, no, please, I'm here, I'm here, sweetheart! What's going on, where are you?"

I heard the shuffling of feet, and I supposed that she must be standing from wherever she'd been sitting.

"You need to talk to me. I'm not hanging up until you do."

I forced a swallow down, moistening my throat enough to reply.

"A-at the beach."

My husky sentence was followed by a short silence, before I heard the sound of a door clicking shut and Sabrina spoke again.

"Something tells me you're not there to build a sandcastle or two."

I almost laughed at this. I'd never understood how she's able to bring light into the darkest of situations.

Recalling the seriousness of her situation, she hurried on. "Y/N, baby, I know your heart is breaking. The things you've been through, I wouldn't wish upon my worst enemy. You've been so strong, and only someone who didn't know you would question why you feel like this."

I heard her take a deep breath, and my heart trembled at the sound.

"But please, please hear me out. Your strength has kept me strong, in my hardest moments. I might not always let you know, but, I'm not always as happy and outgoing as I look. You're..." She paused shyly and thoughtfully. "You're the only reason I can maintain that. You make it all worth something."

There was a silence again, and I assumed she was trying to put her thoughts into words.

But then I heard a whimper at the other end of the line, and my heart splintered.

I sprinted up and out of the water, my bare legs prickling as the sun warmed the salt water on them. I sucked in a few long deep breaths as I began to put words together, but before I could say them, I heard three words uttered across the line.

"I love you."

Twenty minutes later, Sabrina emerged from the green room, her phone in her hand and her eyes glazed once more. Joey approached her carefully, knowing the necessity of keeping my questions to herself.

Sabrina looked up at her friend, a small, rueful smile spreading across her face. When she spoke, her tone was soft and light, every word dripping with emotion.

"After the interview, I need to book a flight."

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Her beauty has been shaped by the pain that she wears like the grandest of diamonds around her neck. She has been looking into the mirror for far too long to still recognize herself. Her skin is made of porcelaine that she turned into a shield made by all the people who left her behind. Her mirror breaks every day and yet her skin is untouched. - M.B.

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How are your butterflies doing? – They’re fine. But I’m going to set them free soon because I feel guilty. They’re supposed to be free, but they’re locked up… because of me.

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