she's not feeling so happy today

I accidentally came out as bisexual to my mom yesterday after a heated argument about fascism, which is not how I wanted to come out but it was probably the most ‘me’ way I could have done it. I started crying and she held me and told me that she would love me regardless and she apologized for how our home hasn’t been very LGBT+ friendly for me growing up. She let me know that she doesn’t want to pressure me to marry a guy for grandkids, and that my happiness and compatibility with my partner is what matters. And that was exactly what I needed to hear and I never believed this could actually happen. I feel so much freer and I wish I’d done this sooner because I felt so much shame and fear of how my parents would react.

Then my mom and I were talking on the train today about this time in February when I called home about leaving college for a semester and I’d lied about having my first kiss with my “boyfriend”. (It had really been with a girl.) She said she and Dad were expecting me to say that I’d kissed and dated a girl when I told them, like they already knew.

Work hasn’t been awful today(I still have a good four or five hours left)

I looked up a customer’s club card and her email was the company my dad works for. I mentioned her email and that my dad works for the company. There’s 6 or 7 bulidings in MA so I figured it would be a slim chance she’d know my dad even thought he has worked at all depending on who needs him. She got so excited and told me she knew my dad and how I have an awesome dad and that just made me happy because that man loves his job so much.

An older lady kept telling me how cute I was and it just made me feel good 🤷.

Another lady told me how beautiful my necklace was and she always wants to tell me when she comes in.

We are short staffed and two of our managers off today(store manager and the other assistant manager who’s been here longer than me) but we’re having a better day so far than last weekend. I love making my day when my boss isn’t here.

I just got back from a BBQ with a lesbian social group and let me just say

never ever think that it’s too late. 17 or 21 or 25 may feel old, but today I met a lady that realized she was a lesbian at 45 – after marrying a man and having three kids. now she has a girlfriend, and she manages a brunch group with other lesbians.

it’s easy to feel like you’ve lost so much time to self doubt or fear, and it’s okay to mourn that lost time. but it’s never too late to find happiness in who you are.

Masterlist

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* = popular (200+ notes)

From oldest to newest. 

Late Night Call*

Close to You (Smut)*

Trying Something New (Smut)*

In This Moment - One, Two

Dance For Me*

Uncovered* 

Sex Bomb (Smut)*

Better Together (Smut) - One, Two

Come Home to Me*

Turning Me On (Teasing)*

This Isn’t You (contains a fight)*

Playing Nurse (Smut)*

Try My Best*

Hickeys (Smut)*

Treat You Better*

Losing My Mind* 

Always Be The Same (Smut)*

Craving You (Smut)*

Falling To Pieces*

Bad Reputation*

One Hundred Miles Away (Daddy Shawn)*

Panic Attacks* 

Running Low (Smut)*

Promises (Smut)*

Moans (Teasing)*

Don’t Be A Fool (Smut)*

This Isn’t Love*

So Much More (Smut)*

Turning Me On (follow up + smut)

Car Sex (Smut)*

Priorities (Smut + jeep sex)*

Kids in Love (Valentine’s special)*

Tease (Smut)*

It’s Not Jealousy (can be a trigger)*

Burns*

Anchor (sexual + trigger warning)*

Save A Life*

Keep It Down (Smut)*

One Last Time (Smut)*

Headspace*

Sunday Mornings (Smut)*

L’Uomo Vouge (Smut)*

Holding You Back (Smut)*

Hold On (trigger warning)*

Good Girl (Smut)*

Broken Dreams*

Secrets*

Monsters (daddy Shawn)*

Understand*

Too Much*

Your Body Is My Wonderland (Smut)*

Realization*

Vive el Momento (Smut)*

Just Right*

Quickly (Smut)*

The Only Exception*

Bad Temper*

Issues (Smut)*

Hang on To That Feeling (Trigger warning)*

Views (Smut)*

All My Love*

Little Things*

Boys Like Him*

Harder (Smut)*

Blurred Lines (Smut)*

Halloweens*

Someone Like You (Smut)*

Act Like You Love Me:

Part One*
Part Two* 
Part Three*

Bring It Back:

Part One*
Part Two (smut)*

First:

Part One*
Part Two (Smut)*

Line blurbs:

Waking up to Shawn’s boner (smut)*

Do You Miss Her?*

I’m Sorry He Broke Your Heart 

What The Hell Are You So Scared Of?

Today Was The Happiest Day In His Life

Do You Ever Think About Marrying Me?*

You Want To Have Kids With Me?*

Not As Much As She Likes Her

We Don’t Make Each Other Happy Anymore*

I Promise You, Nothing Had Ever Happened At That Point* 

Baby Please Wake Up, You Promised You Wouldn’t Do This Again*

Bullet-points:

Dating Shawn would include*
Dating Shawn would include pt. 2*
Shawn dating a short girl*
Shawn dating a tall girl
Shower sex
Bedtime (not sexual)*
Hungover
Shawn coming home from tour*

What blows my mind here is that… she really doesn’t have to do all of this. Like for real. She doesn’t. She could sit in one of her mansions, in all her queen of pop glory, post few pics or stories on Instagram each month and people would be happy. She would probably sell just as many CDs and she’d still sell out all the stadiums in the world… but she still chooses to spend hours with fans. You think she has to perform at these radio shows? No, she doesn’t. But she still chooses to because radio was always sticking up for her. She could sell meet&greets for thousands of dollars and people would fight to buy them but nope… she does them for free. And there’s so much more that she doesn’t have to do. But she does. Because she cares. And she’s loyal. And I’m a bit emotional now. I think that we sometimes take all of this for granted. Like we’re living in the same age as Taylor Swift… I feel like that’s the story our grandkids are gonna ask us to tell over and over again…

Reasons to be happy today:

  • One night after a difficult mission made Bruce even gruffer than usual, his children gathered for a group complaining session that featured sarcastic Bruce-impressions and comments like “it would be nice to get positive feedback every once in awhile”
  • “I get that he loves us and all, but he could stand to show it” “Or say it, even. Never heard him do that”
  • At that point Cass, who had been sitting quietly, confused all of her siblings by replying, “He says that a lot”
  • See, Cass’s understanding of language is different. She reads body language, and it allows her to understand how people feel when they aren’t necessarily communicating it to others. Technically, Cass has never heard Bruce say “I love you.” But she’s certainly seen him say it many, many times
  • And since her siblings found that hard to believe, she set about proving it to them. Through the rest of the mission, every time she saw Bruce say “I love you,” she approached the nearest sibling and whispered “There”
  • [Bruce adjusts Damian’s cape on his way past] “There”
  • [Bruce rolls his eyes as Dick and Tim strike intentionally melodramatic poses on the rooftop] “There”
  • [Bruce hands Duke a granola bar when his stomach starts growling] “There”
  • [Bruce uses excessive force on a villain that came slightly too close to Jason] “There”
  • [Bruce tells off the collective JLA for unprofessional behavior while they openly ignore him and continue said behavior] “There”
  • [Bruce turns away from the truly impressive kick flip Cass used to incapacitate three separate combatants with absolutely no change in expression] “There. See? He’s proud”
  • The others aren’t totally sure they believe her, but if she’s right…. wow. That kind of changes everything
  • And since Bruce had no idea any of that went on, she’s free to continue. Whenever Cass sees that one of her brothers is feeling down, she follows them around to act as Bruce’s translator. Somebody has to do it, she figures

Hey everyone!

As a first post I decided to share with you some inspirational quotes that you could use in your bullet journals, planners, and studyblrs!

I personally believe the more you look at these the more motivated you can get. It works with me and I hope it works with you guys. If you have any requests feel free to message me J

·        “Do something today that your future self will thank you for.” -Sean Patrick Flanery

·        “Let your smile change the world but don’t let the world change your smile.”

·        “She remembered who she was and the game changed.” -Lalah Deliah

·        “The best project you’ll ever work on is you.”

·        “No one is you and that is your super power.”

·        “Make it happen. Shock everyone.”

·        “Life is tough but so are you.”

·        “Be a voice not an echo.”

·        “Just because my path is different doesn’t mean I’m lost.”

·        “Happiness looks gorgeous on you.”

·        “Rule your mind or it will rule you.” –Buddha

·        “Do good for others. It will come back in unexpected ways.” –Buddha

·        “Difficult roads often lead to beautiful destinations”

·        “You alone are enough. You have nothing to prove to anyone.” –Maya Angelou

·        “Drive for progress no perfection.”

·        “You never fail until you stop trying.” –Albert Einstein

·        “Stop being afraid of what could go wrong and think about what could go right.”

·        “If it makes you happy no one else’s opinion should matter.”

·        “You are amazing. Remember that.”

·        “You can.”

·        “Mistakes are proof that you’re trying.”

·        “1 year = 365 opportunities”

·        “It’s the little things in life.”

·        “Don’t stop until you’re proud.”

·        “I can and I will.”

·        “Never stop looking up.”

·        “Better an oops than a what if.”

·        “If you stumble make it part of the dance.”

·        “You can totally do this.”

·        “Be happy, it drives people crazy.”

·        “Don’t look back you’re not going that way.”

·        “Chin up princess or the crown slips.”

·        “Be the girl who decided to go for it.”

·        “Inhale confidence. Exhale doubt.”

·        “You have to be odd to be number one.” –Dr. Seuss

·        “Believe in yourself and you will be unstoppable.”

·        “A grateful heart is a magnet for miracles.”

·        “Actually, I can.”

·        “Be silly. Be honest. Be kind.”

·        “Do what they think you can’t do.”

·        “You’re mad. Bonkers. Off your head…but I’ll tell you a secret…all the best people are.” –Alice in wonderland

·        “Your speed doesn’t matter. Forward is forward.”

·        “Just breathe.”

·        “Be happy with your beautiful life.”

·        “Smile more worry less.”

·        “Positive mind. Positive vibes. Positive life.”

·        “the best way to get things done is to simply begin.”

·        “If you don’t like where you are move. You are not a tree.”

·        “What feels like the end is often the begging.”

Well that’s it for today. I’ll be back soon with some more quotes and maybe some lyrics.

See you then! *Waves*

I feel like witchy people can sense each other

Oddly enough, they all come to my work too (except the barista at Barnes).

This one guy was wearing a Mjolnir necklace, and I complimented it. He thanked me and told me it meant a lot, because it’s a symbol for his religion. Then he followed that statement with “but I feel you already knew that.”

A young lady was in my shop today and was asking about tea, and talking about lavender and aromatherapy, and I noticed her moon tattoo on her left forearm. I told her it was lovely, and she thanked me and told me that she loves the moon. She leaned across the counter and whispered “She gives me strength.” I told her I felt the same way, and she got all happy and said “So you know!” and I really feel like we just had this connection about it without having to come out and say (in front of the other guests in my shop) that we’re witches, or we study the occult, or any of the like.

At Barnes, the young man at the cafe had a beautiful Amethyst necklace, which (you guessed it) I complimented and asked if it was Amethyst. He was quite surprised and happy that I knew, so he told me all about the shop in town where he got it, and a few other hole-in-the-wall places between Naples and Fort Myers that sell things like crystals and herbs and incense. Places that don’t have websites and aren’t on yellow pages or the like. 

I have had so many experiences where one of us compliments the other on our jewelry, or a tattoo, or a piece of clothing and it launches us into a conversation about the occult, or witchy things, or even just Paganism, but neither one directly says that it’s what it is. We help each other out, give each other little tips and tricks (and sometimes I will tell people which teas I use for spells and incense and baths) and we go our separate ways. I like to think that they think of our exchange at least a little, because these exchanges give me a type of energy that I quite enjoy, and they make my weeks more fun and full of color. 

It’s good to know that we are everywhere.

  • what she says: i'm fine
  • what she means: the trailer for the i am heath ledger (2017) documentary was released today, april 4th, on what would've been heath's 38th birthday. after all these years my heart was not prepared to be bulldozed. watching heath laughing and smiling and being silly and goofy broke my heart but also made me feel happy and at peace. even that small bit of content showed what a sincere and wonderful human being he was and i can't believe it's been so long since he passed. but he will live on in my heart forever and ever and ever. i miss him. that entire documentary will probably ruin me.

Iman was interviewed together with her real mom today while celebrating Eid al-Fitr, which marks the end of Ramadan.

The interviewer asked her mom how it feels to have a daughter that has become so well known. She says that it’s been a journey and that she is very proud of her. Iman says that her mom is her role model. Her mom also says that they’ve followed Iman closely and had many discussions together alone.  x

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If you ever wanna see a gay club truly explode, request “Gimme More” and wait for “It’s Britney, bitch” to drop — a true declaration of survival and resilience. Ten years ago, magazines had prewritten Britney’s obituary. No one had witnessed someone so famous come undone at the seams so violently and so publicly. The fact that she didn’t die makes those three words feel so much more important now when you hear it today. LGBTQ people have always looked to their musical heroes to provide inspiration or strength. Protest anthems can be weapons or sometimes armor — but sometimes we also want these songs to strut and slap us in the face.

-Robin Carolan, head of Tri Angle records

Happy 10th Birthday, Blackout!!!!!!!

I Won’t Say it // Finn Wolfhard Imagine

So I was listening to some Disney songs today and one of the songs that played was “I Won’t Say I’m In Love” from the Hercules soundtrack. While listening to the song my mind kind of just clicked like “I should write an imagine for this.” So here I am. Happy 600+ followers to me, here’s a gift from me to you. 

Summary: Y/N refuses to admit that she has feelings for her friend, Finn.

Warnings: Cursing, as usual lmao

Characters: You, Sophia, Jack, Wyatt, and of course Finn.


Jaeden, Finn, Jeremy, and Chosen were sleeping in their rooms while you, Sophia, Jack, and Wyatt sat on the living of the hotel penthouse that the eight of you were currently staying. The seven of you just came back from a two hour press conference and you were all completely exhausted. Thankfully, they gave you all the rest of the day to relax. 

You four were watching Hercules on the T.V. It took all of you almost an hour to pick a movie. You were all arguing which Disney movie watch, the boys wanted to watch Big Hero 6 while you and Sophia wanted to watch Hercules. The boys gave in half way and decided to let you two have your way.

“I’ll be right back, I’m going to get more popcorn.” Wyatt said as he stood up and stretched his legs, “Fill me in afterwards.”

“Mhm, okay go.” You replied without taking your eyes off the screen. 

A few minutes later, Wyatt returns to the living room with a big bowl of popcorn and a bottle of water for himself.

“Okay fill me in, what happened?” Wyatt said as he shoved a handful of popcorn into his mouth.

“Megara’s about to sing I Won’t Say I’m In Love.” Jack replied while also grabbing a handful and shoving it inside his mouth.

“Ah alright thanks.” Wyatt said as he sat beside you. 

“Speaking of saying that they’re not in love, Y/N, have you told him yet?” Sophia looked at you while teasingly wiggling her eyebrows.

“What? Tell who what?” You give Sophia a look of confusion, you had absolutely no idea what she was talking about.

“Yea Sophia, tell who what?” Jack said curiously, now paying attention to Sophia and not the movie on the T.V screen.

Wyatt raises one of his eyebrows and looked at Sophia, “What are we talking about?” 

“Oh you know! Y/N has a little crush on Finn.” Sophia winked teasingly which caused you to roll your eyes.

“I never said that! When did I say that?” You said as you tried to recall the day you mentioned liking Finn. You couldn’t recall anything though because you never in your life said that particular line.

“OH SHIT REALLY? YOU LIKE FI-” You quickly put your hand on Jack’s mouth to cut him off. Jack tried to say something, but his sentences were all muffled and incoherent. Jack didn’t like this one bit so he licked your hand which caused you to quickly take your hand away from his mouth.

“What the hell, Jack! That was gross.” You looked at him in utter disgust as you wiped your hand on his shirt earning a laugh from Wyatt and Sophia.

“That’s what you get.” Jack laughed as you continued to wipe your hand on his shirt. 

“Anyway,” Sophia let out her last giggle before continuing, “You didn’t have to say it, actions speak louder than words you know?” 

“It all makes sense now, you were like staring at Finn the other day. Not in a creepy way though, it was like you admire him or something. You were the living embodiment of the heart eyes emoji.” Jack said with a wink causing Wyatt to laugh a bit. 

“You are so annoying.” You grabbed a pillow and threw it at Jack, hitting him in the face. “Look, I don’t like Finn okay? He’s… He’s annoying like you and… um…”

“You’re struggling.” Wyatt said as he opened his water bottle. He stared at you as you struggled to come up with reasons why you didn’t like Finn. He found it amusing how you tried so hard to hide the fact that you had feelings for his friend. 

“I am not! I don’t work well under pressure okay?” You huffed and crossed your arms, earning yet another laugh from Sophia and Wyatt. “As I was saying, Finn is annoying and… and loud! He is so loud! And he’s playful! And annoying!”

“You already said that though.” Sophia pointed out while chuckling.

“I hate you guys.” 

“You love us.” Jack said earning a nod of agreement from Sophia and Wyatt. 

No chance! No way! I won’t say I’m in love! 

It’s too cliche I won’t say I’m in love.

“Look at you, you’re like Megara.” Sophia joked as she watched Megara sing. 

“You know Y/N, you should just admit it. Why are you hiding it anyway?” Jack said while turning towards you. Whenever Jack does this, he means that he’s being serious. 

You friends have shipped you and Finn ever since you all started filming IT. They all thought you and Finn have some sort of connection, like you two have known each other for a while, like you were meant to be with each other sort of. They think you and Finn really blend well together. You didn’t know this of course and neither did Finn.

“Exactly, I’m pretty sure he likes you too.” Wyatt said matter of factly. As soon as Wyatt said that, you immediately turned red. 

“Aw she’s blushing.” 

“Shut up, Soph.” You say as you threw a piece of popcorn at her, causing her to giggle. 

“You didn’t answer my question. Why are you hiding the fact that you don’t romantically like Finn?” Jack placed his hand on his palm and waited for your answer. 

“The fans are probably going to come after me a-and besides… Finn doesn’t like me like that you know? He probably likes Millie or something, I don’t know.” You replied as you nervously scratched the back of your head.

“Welp thank you for confirming that you like Finn.” Jack said slyly, he just manipulated you to admit that you like Finn. 

“You little shit!” You exclaimed while throwing another pillow at Jack, so maybe you do have feelings for Finn, so what? It wasn’t a big deal. You didn’t know why your three friends are making a big deal out of it.

“Just tell Finn that you like him.” 

“Tell Finn what?” Finn said suddenly as he entered the living room. He stretched his arms and plopped himself between you and Wyatt. Your eyes grew wide as you freaked out on the inside. Your facial expression was priceless, you looked like a deer caught in the headlights.

“HOLY SHIT LOOK AT YOUR FACE, THAT’S PRICELESS.” Jack yelled out while laughing his ass off. Wyatt and Sophia were also dying of laughter. 

“What the hell is going on?” Finn said in confusion as he turned to you in hopes of understanding what was currently happening. 

“I’m going to sleep, goodnight.” 

“It’s like four p.m. though?” Finn scrunched up his face in confusion as he watched you stand up from your seat.

“I said goodnight.” 

You then ran to your room, shut the door, and belly flopped onto your bed. ‘That’s it. It’s all going down hill from here. Jack’s most likely blabbering his heart out about how much I like Finn. I’m so done for. I’m never going to hear the end of this.’ You thought you yourself as you buried your face onto your pillow trying to drown out the loud conversation coming from the living room. 

Later that day:

You woke up from your rather long nap. You lazily got out of bed and checked the time in your phone. 11:35 p.m.

“Holy shit I was asleep for that long?” You said with a yawn. You then got out of your room, totally forgetting what happened hours ago.

Your stomach was growling so you decided to go head to the kitchen to grab a snack. You entered the kitchen and see Finn eating cereal. You stood at the entrance of the kitchen, suddenly remembering what happened earlier. You mentally slapped yourself and tried to keep yourself together. 

“How was your sleep?” Finn said while eating a spoonful of cereal. He gives you a small smile as he chewed his food. 

“Um…g-good. Sleep is um… good.” You awkwardly say as you tried to reach for the cereal that was inconveniently placed on the top shelf.

“Let me help you with that.” Finn put his bowl of cereal down on the counter and grabbed the cereal from the top shelf effortlessly.

“I hate that I’m short, It’s so annoying. Who placed the cereal so high up anyway?” You grumbled as you poured yourself a bowl of cereal.

“I did, sorry.” Finn lightly chuckled as he ate another spoonful of cereal.

“I bet you did that to mock me.” You joked as you poured milk in your cereal. 

Finn laughed at your response which causes you to laugh too, “Yea, I totally did that to mock you.”

“You’re such an ass, you know that right?” You giggled as you ate your cereal.

“Yeah I know, whoops.” Finn replied causing you to jokingly roll your eyes. “Hey Y/N, can I ask you a question?” 

“You’re already asking me a question, genius.” 

“Don’t sass me.” Finn says with a chuckle. “Anyway… so I heard from Jack that you… you uh… li-like me? Is that true?” 

Your face turned red as soon as Finn finished his question. You looked down at your bunny slippers to avoid Finn’s eye contact. ‘Jack is so dead.’ You thought to yourself.

“I… I um… have a headache, I should rest. Night, Finn.” You lied as you placed your bowl of unfinished cereal on the kitchen counter. You then speed walked back to your room leaving Finn confused. 

You closed the door of your room, you then leaned on it, and slid down to the floor. ‘What the fuck am I supposed to do now? Do I just hide in my room for the rest of the week? Fuck I hate myself. Finn probably thinks I’m weird. I’m going to strangle Jack.’ You thought to yourself as you ran your hands through your hair. Your face felt hot and you felt your stomach twisting. You’ve never been this nervous since you auditioned for IT. 

A few minutes later, you were still sitting down on the floor. You didn’t feel like moving to your bed. You kept replaying what happened a couple of minutes ago. Your hands were clammy and you felt a bead of cold sweat run down your back. ‘I wonder how Finn thinks of me now… What if he thinks I’m weird? Oh shit what if he hates me… Holy shit…’

You heard soft footsteps outside your door. It paused when it reached your door. ‘Please don’t be Finn.’ You thought to yourself as you crossed your fingers. 

Finn sat outside your door with a sticky note on one hand and a pen on the other. He thought you were fast asleep so he figured it was now or never. He took the pen and quickly wrote a note. He then folded it and slipped it in the crack of your door. 

What he didn’t know was that you were still awake and was sitting by your door. You hear a piece of paper slide inside your room. You stared at it for a few seconds, then picked it up, and unfolded it. 

You couldn’t stop smiling. You read the note one more time and then held it close to your heart. As soon as you hear Finn’s bedroom close, you decided to do the same thing: Leave him a note. 

You quickly scribbled down a reply and tiptoed to Finn’s bedroom door where you cautiously slipped it in the crack of his door. 

“Goodnight Finn.” You whispered softly and you then tiptoed back to your room. You placed Finn’s note on your nightstand and then went off to sleep. Finn’s message replayed in your head endlessly. 


Lmfao I was supposed to post this last night. but I fell asleep. Hope you guys like this one xx

Also, I’ll write and post the requested imagines soon so sit tight! <3

One Missed Call (Angst)

A/N: Prepare yourself. It’s quite a ride. This is my first time doing angst so feedback is definitely appreciated. Enjoy! 

After what feels like forever, the plane finally touches down in his home city of Toronto. Shawn lets out a deep, strangled sigh, rubbing his eyes. He’s exhausted from the extended time that he’s been away from home, but he honestly wishes he was still on the road for just a little while longer. He knows he should be excited; he should be happy even. Today is the day he will finally see her after months of being apart, but when she comes to mind, his stomach turns and he’s disgusted with himself. All he can think about is what he did. He shakes away the thought in his head and pulls his carry-on over his shoulder as he makes his way to his designated baggage carousel to collect his belongings. It takes him 15 minutes to find all his bags before he continues down the long hall towards the revolving exit doors. Geoff is outside the airport for him. His plane was early, but he didn’t want to bother her to take off work and have to come get him. He isn’t ready to see her just yet anyways. He just needs a little more time to think. He walks out the doors and props up his suitcase. While waiting for his friend to show, his eyes wonder upward, gazing at the black sky, contemplating what the hell he should do when he gets home. He can’t hide it forever; his guilt will eat him alive.

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Title: we’ll be alright this time
Summary: This is how Sasuke Uchiha falls in love.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Naruto.
Prompt: First Love
Rating: K
A/N: It’s ssmonth guys sobs. I’m a lil late but it’s ok.


It starts in the hospital, the first week into his return. Sasuke is bedridden, confined to a too-white room, still bruised in blacks and blues—but the worst of his wounds have healed for the most part, courtesy of Sakura’s gentle healing hands.

Sakura.

She’s here a lot, he realizes, as each day passes by; not just with him, but in the halls of the hospital and the adjacent rooms, too, treating tired shinobi wounded in war and still-frightened civilians trying to recover from it all. The smile to her lips never ceasing, she doesn’t seem to miss out on any pressing matter, doesn’t actually seem to leave these walls at all—and if Sasuke didn’t so often catch her dozing in the armchair at his bedside, he might even think she never sleeps, either.

And yet, despite her busy schedule, Sakura always finds the time to offer him a visit every day.

Something in him softens at the thought.

“You’re healing very well, Sasuke-kun,” she says to him, one day, as time dictates it necessary to have his bandages changed yet again. “I’m actually pretty surprised. Are you sure you don’t have a hidden tailed beast somewhere inside you helping to patch you up?”

The query is a teasing one—something that Sasuke has yet to grow used to, when it comes to Sakura. She’d always been so shy when it came to him, Sasuke remembers from their years before, so sweet and pure, and eager to impress him; whatever brashness she held inside had only ever been expressed with anger towards their blond best friend whenever he did something she didn’t like—which was often. But the woman that stands here before him now is different, despite in some ways still being the same; kind, and bright, she smiles and jibes playful remarks, seemingly unafraid to make a fool of herself… or, perhaps, driven with a confidence that she can make him smile, too.

Sasuke honestly doesn’t know what to say about that.

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Huntress in the Snow

What if Rhys had met Feyre back when she was still a little girl, alone in the woods and hunting for her family? Inspired by this beautiful work of art, here’s the hypothetical meeting between an abused, tired Rhysand and a tiny Feyre.

 

Rhysand rarely leaves Amarantha’s court Under the Mountain.

He rarely leaves her bedroom, for that matter. Life is just a frenzy of lies, sex, dancing, drinking, hatred and torture these days and he has long given up on making his existence bearable. He doesn’t really care anymore.

He doesn’t care for the stares they give him, the names. He doesn’t care for those pitying glances. He doesn’t care when Amarantha is straddling him, using him, her fingers pulling his hair.

Spring Court is covered in masks right now, but Rhysand might as well be wearing one, too. He doesn’t recognize himself in the mirror anymore. He murmurs things in her ears, he lies, promises, he kills on her behalf, he smirks and laughs and betrays, and he isn’t sure he can ever get back from that.

He’s doing it for Velaris and his beloved ones. That is what he tells himself, over and over and over again, when he’s buried inside her or when he snaps someone’s neck. It’s the only reason he’s still holding on. Velaris. Mor. Amren. His brothers. His court.

Court of Dreams. It’s like a bitter joke, ashes in his mouth. He doesn’t know if he will ever see them again. Doesn’t know if he wants to- after what he’s done.  

He probably won’t ever see them again. This nightmare will never end.

Life is miserable. Rhys doesn’t care.

With the way things are developing right now, his old enemy Tamlin is going to join them in a few years- 42 years have passed and that fool, that idiotic fool hasn’t managed to break the curse. If he realizes that he could save them all, Rhysand doesn’t know. Perhaps Tamlin is just trying to protect those he loves as well. Perhaps he’s trying- perhaps he’s fighting.

Perhaps he’s not.

Rhysand doesn’t care.

He also doesn’t care that Amarantha sends him to the human realm today. To find a group of fae from Dawn Court that have escaped; find them, bring them to her, watch her torture and kill them and fuck her afterwards. It’s nothing to him. He’ll play his part. He’ll be urgent and passionate- I’ve been aching for you, my queen, my everything, woman of my dreams- only you, only ever you- he’ll make her scream his name and kiss her afterwards.

All the while, he’ll be somewhere else. He’ll be talking to Amren, quietly. He’ll be drinking with Cass and Azriel, playing cards. He’ll be dancing with Mor. He’ll be walking through the streets of Velaris.

That’s the only thing he has. And even those memories are further and further away from him with each passing day. Rhysand is afraid that he’ll wake up some morning and find that there’s no fight left inside him- that he’ll just give up.

He looks around.

He’s in a forest, close to the wall. It’s spring, but snow still covers the trees and the ground. He will encounter no humans here- none of them would be so foolish, so daring to get this close to the wall. He sits down next to a stream, closes his eyes and just doesn’t think. A few, scattered moments of peace- he takes what he gets.

Just a few moments. Then he’ll hunt those poor bastards down.

Feyre is twelve, and she’s been roaming this forest for a year now. She’s been following the village’s hunters; copy the way they set their snarls, carry their bows. She has a dream: she’ll hunt so much food her father will get better again. Nesta and Elain will get fatter, rounder, and they will both find very handsome men to marry. Then it’ll be Feyre and her father, and she’ll hunt for him while he reads at home, and in the evening, she’ll cook for him and paint a little.

So far, she hasn’t ever shot anything bigger than a rabbit, and that one time was on accident. The snarls are what works better.

Nesta turned fifteen yesterday. Feyre knows her sister has hoped their father would say something, but he has forgotten all of their birthdays. Nesta has looked like murder all day long. Elain tried to talk to her, but she locked herself in their room.

Elain and Nesta are very sad, Feyre knows that. They remember more of their mother and they talk about her sometimes, exchanging bits and pieces of who she used to be. In the beginning, right after they moved into the little hut at the village’s edge, they tried to be there for her- but they have too much to worry about, now. They never even play with each other. They don’t thank her when she brings food home.

Feyre makes her way through the trees. She must always stay away from the wall- dangerous creatures are there, fae. She’s so afraid of them she has nightmares sometimes.

But today, some inner voice tells her that the wall is not dangerous. That no fae will hurt her. And almost by themselves, their feet make her walk closer and closer to the buzzing, invisible thing that separates their human world from the fae.

When she comes onto a clearing, she sees a man. He is sitting on a fallen tree branch next to a river and his head his lowered, almost as if he were praying. He doesn’t carry weapons, but his clothes are fine and elegant- he must be a rich merchant, lost in the woods.

Perhaps she’ll get a reward if she leads him out of here. Curiosity gets the better of her. “Are you okay?”, she calls over to him, and that is the exact same moment he looks up and meets her eyes.

It knocks the breath out of her. He’s a fae. His ears are long and pointed, and there is something otherworldly in his features that marks him as different.

This is it. She is going to die. Nesta and Elain and her father will starve because she’s not there anymore. How could she be so careless, hunting so close to the wall?

The man takes in her unwashed hair, her threadbare clothes, her make-shift bow. “You should not be here”, he rasps. “You should run.”

Feyre tries to be a still as she can be. The man doesn’t get up, doesn’t come closer. As if he knows that she’ll start screaming if he does.

“Go”, he commands, angry. “Don’t ever come here again. Understand me? Don’t go into the forest at all. Stay at home.”

And she should do just that, run until she’s far away from him, but…

“I have to”, Feyre says. “I have to hunt.”

“No, you don’t. A small girl like you should stay with her family.”

“You don’t understand.” She steps closer, her bow still ready in her hand. “My family will starve if I don’t. I am doing all of this for them.”

The man breathes in, sharply, and she swears that she sees devastation in his eyes. “What?”

“My father can’t take care of us.” Why the words are spilling from her mouth like that, Feyre doesn’t know. “And my sisters are scared. I have to be strong, even when I’m afraid- for them.”

The man stares at her.

“Are you going to hurt me?”, Feyre asks. She tries to hide that she is scared of that fae. She tries to pretend that she could shoot him, if she wanted.

He shakes his head, slowly. “Of course not.”

“What are you doing here, then? Shouldn’t fae be on the other side of the wall?”

The man smiles a bitter smile. “Usually, we should. But I…was allowed a little freedom today.”

“Are you a hunter, too?”

He closes his eyes. “I suppose.”

“Then you’re a little bit like me.”

“Well.” He laughs. “Not really. But I am doing this for my family, too. All of this.”

Feyre doesn’t know why, but for some strange reason, it makes her very happy that the man has a family. That he’s not alone.

“That’s good”, she smiles. “You should go be with them, not sit in the forest by yourself.”

He nods. “You’re right, of course. As should you.”

Feyre steps as close to him as she dares. The fae is very pretty, she realizes. All the older village girls would probably be in love with him. But he looks sad, she thinks, and she doesn’t know why, but it makes her heart ache a little. She wants him smiling.

“Here.” The fae nods his head and suddenly, a basket filled with bread and meat appears in the snow. “Take that home to your family. It should give you enough food to eat for the next few weeks. I can’t- I wish I could do more. But my hands are quite literally tied.”

“Is this some sort of trick?”, Feyre asks. “Some bargain? Some fairy magic?”

The fae shakes his head, a flicker of amusement on his face. “No bargain, little girl. Although I’m impressed you’re already so wary for your age.”

Feyre picks up the basket. This is better than the time she shot the rabbit. This is all of her birthdays combined. “Thank you- what’s your name?”

“Rhys”, he says, looking at his hands. “That’s what my friends call me.”

“That family you told me about?”

“Yes”, Rhys says softly. “My family.”

Feyre smiles at him. It comes so easy, the smile- because something deep inside her core tells her that she doesn’t need to be afraid of him. And she trusts that. “Thank you, Rhys. Your family is lucky to have you. You just saved mine today.”

He still looks so very sad. “Then that’s something”, he says hoarsely. “Before you go- one thing.”

And suddenly there are talons in her head, and she can’t move anymore.

“It’ll be over in a few moments”, Rhys says. “But I can’t let you remember me. She’ll find out, somehow. She’ll break you just for fun.”

Some white blanket is thrown over her mind, and the next second, Feyre finds herself alone in the woods.

What just happened? Why is she here?

Oh, yes- she remembers- the rich merchant who she met on her way here showed mercy and handed her the basket-

What on earth is she doing so close to the wall?

Feyre turns around and runs. Today is such a good day. She feels happy, not just because of the gift…but because of something else.

And maybe she can get through all of this.

Maybe she’ll find a way out of this someday.  

Rhys has never done something like this, but he forces himself to forget her. He pushes her image into the very, very back of his mind, he uses his magic on himself and forces himself to forget about that girl in the snow, that tiny, little huntress.

Because for some reason, he knows that she is important. For what, he doesn’t know. But he’ll do what it takes to keep her hidden from Amarantha.  

It makes him cry out in pain to use those talons on himself, but-

Rhys finds himself standing somewhere in the forest.

Why is he still here? He should go- hunt those Dawn fae down.

There’s a weird feeling of goodness in the back of his mind. Of happiness. And he remembers- that those he loves are out there. That somehow, someday, he’ll see them again. That there is a reason for everything.

He feels hope, and he doesn’t know why.

I have to be strong, even when I’m afraid- for them, whispers a voice inside his head. He knows who said it-

A girl-

He can’t remember. But that feeling lingers.

That night, when Amarantha is on top of him, moving and moaning about how good this feels after a kill, all he can think is the clock is ticking, you bitch. You’ll go down soon. Someone will come and end you.

When she leaves him, he showers and washes her scent off him. Someone is out there, he thinks. Someone good. This world is not completely lost. And for some reason, he cares again. Cares about what happens. Cares about who wins. Suddenly, he wants to fight.

That night, he has the strangest dream. It’s a hand, unpacking a basket full of bread, apples and meat. A small hand; a child’s hands. But it makes him so inexplicably happy he thinks about that dream for days.

A few years later, when Rhysand has long forgotten about everything, he dreams of that same hand again.

Only this time that delicate, female hand is drawing flowers on a table.

And something inside Rhysand whispers, soon.

Soon.

Soon.

Unforgettable birthday

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Warnings: Shouting and tears


“Two days. In two days, everything must be perfect and I still don’t know what to do”, you sighed to yourself and snuck further into your blanket, which was hanging loosely around your shivering body. Winter was at its finest this time of the year and your house, being quite a big one, was partly cold, even though the heater was on. The end of January was coming, which meant cold, snow and of course warm clothes.

But above all that, the end of January meant the beginning of February. And the beginning of February signaled Harry’s birthday. You always wanted to make his birthday a memorable day but you always ended up organizing something common and just too plain for your liking. Harry never minded that your ideas were simple; he just loved the fact that you devoted some of your time to think of him and show him you cared.

You , on the other hand, felt not so good about it. You would always beat yourself up about it and be irritated that you couldn’t give to him what he really deserved. Harry had made fun of you the first time you were all pouty and grumpy over such a small thing but he just couldn’t understand. He had managed to make your own birthday a day you would like to live again and again, every single year that day came around. So, why couldn’t you do the same for him?

That was the only thing you wanted to do. To make his day be the reason he would like to press a repeat button and start it all over. Having this in mind, this year, you had set a goal to create the best memories possible. First, you had tried to decorate the roof of your apartment and have some of your closest people come by, but the roof had been reconstructed lately and instantly, this option was out of the picture. Next, you had tried to organize an excursion to a beautiful place, just the two of you for a couple of days, but your empty wallet said otherwise.

All these difficulties were keeping you back from doing what you had envisioned to do and it was driving you mad. Under no circumstances would you sit for a plain dinner night with some lit candles again. You wanted and had to keep your eyes open for new ideas. Even your parents had tried to help and lend you some money to make that excursion a reality, but your pride stopped you and even though you were dying to take the money, they had already done enough.

“Why can’t I think of something spectacular for once?”, you cried over the phone to your friend, who obviously, had nothing better to do than listen to your complaints and whining.

“Maybe you are over-thinking this whole thing. Just let it flow and see where it takes you”, your friend said and you got up. She was right. You were trying too hard to make an idea pop into into your head that all of your energy had vanished.

“I hope sleeping will help”, you said hanging up and going to bed. After a lot of tossing and turning, you decided to call Harry. He was in his own apartment, probably sleeping, but you needed to hear his voice. You weren’t living under the same roof yet but it was in your future plans for sure.

“Love, are yeh okay? Why are yeh callin’ meh this late?”, Harry’s groggy voce said and you felt a tad bad for waking him up.

“I am alright but I missed you and I decided to call you. I won’t keep you up for long I promise”, you defended and you heard his chuckle.

“I have no problem baby but yeh had meh worried there”, he giggled and you smiled yourself.

“Sorry about that. How was your day today?”, you said and you both ended up talking through the phone for the whole night. It was completely natural for you. Talking with Harry was something else. You never got bored and he never got tired of hearing your voice.

The next morning though was indeed boring because it found you on your laptop, trying to contact your boss to inform him that you couldn’t turn up to work tomorrow. He tried to make it clear that he needed you in your post but he eventually gave in and gave you your day-off. Jumping from your chair, you looked yourself in the mirror.

“Tomorrow’s the day and you got nothing. Think!”, you shouted to your reflection like it would be scared and it would hand you the perfect plan in a heartbeat. Of course, this didn’t happen and you got more frustrated. Harry had suggested the night before, you go to his house and stay there for tomorrow and the weekend so you thought this was a great opportunity to walk a bit and let the cool wind clear your head.

Arriving to his house, you entered with your spare key and called his name but no response was given. Going up to his your bedroom, you placed your duffel bag in the closet and your gaze was stuck somewhere out of the window. You didn’t want to surrender and face the bitter truth that Harry’s day would once again be dull. He never told you that, but you knew it; it was boring experiencing the same things over and over again.

You had already bought his present and everything but this was not enough. Not in the slightest bit. Having nothing more to do you cooked a meal for when Harry would come back and you turned on the TV. And just then, he appeared in front of you in all his glory answering questions and sharing his contagious smile which had many girls going crazy. This time though, you didn’t feel like smiling. You felt like crying. Just like that, you turned off the TV and headed upstairs to relax.

You read your favourite book, listened to some music and even placed your clothes on the hangers but Harry was still nowhere to be found. He should be home by now and you knew nothing about a meeting or so. You picked up your phone and you were ready to dial his number when a notification from Twitter flashed through your screen. Anne had twitted something. Opening the application, you felt like fainting. She was wishing Harry Happy Birthday today.

“No no no no this is a joke. Tell me this is a joke”, you said while checking the calendar on your phone. Your eyes bulged out of their sockets when you saw the date. 1st of February. How was this possible? It was still the 31 of January. It had to be. You couldn’t be that mistaken. But then again your calendar couldn’t be wrong. You pressed your phone against your ear waiting to hear Harry’s voice but that irritating sound had taken Harry’s voice’s place telling you were on voicemail.

You tried to calm down while your mouth was still hanging open. The only thing you wanted was to surprise Harry this year and make him feel appreciated the way he deserves but instead you lost the track of days and forgot his birthday! How ironic! After trying to get in touch with him for the fifteenth time that night, you had to charge your phone so you plugged it and waited. It was 1:45 and you were wide awake. You didn’t know what you would tell Harry for this terrible mistake of yours but you needed to see him.

After two more agonizing hours, you heard the front door open and close and all the air was knocked out of your system. All this time you had persuaded yourself that you would face him but now that the time came all you wanted to do was open a hole on the ground and hide in there forever. His footsteps were heard outside of the room and when he pushed the door open you knew you were unjustifiable. He was looking anywhere but you and his face were radiating sadness and disappointment.

When the first word came out of your mouth, he took a sharp breath and turned to look at you making you close your mouth again. It was hard for you to explain yourself but you had to. You owed him that.

“Harry I- I don’t know how it happened I swear. You know I would never do that to you”, you started but he just shook his head.

“I hope your reason is good enough”, was the only thing that was aimed at you and you were ready to break down.

“All these days, I wanted to come up with something extraordinary for your birthday. I didn’t want it to be like all the previous years. But I lost track of time and the day came and I don’t know. I was so caught up trying to please you that I did the exact opposite. I am so sorry Harry, I really am”, you started to walk towards him but you stopped when he made a step back.

“Is that so? I hope this is the reason yeh were so distant all these days and not somethin’ else. Or better yet, someone else”, Harry said venomously and it was your turn to take a step back. Was Harry really hinting that you were seeing someone else behind his back? This had your blood boiling in a matter of seconds.

“Excuse you? I know I messed up and forgot about your birthday but this gives you no right to accuse me of something so wrong! You know me! I would never do such a thing to you! Are you kidding me?”, you said clearly offended throwing your hands in the air.

“I don’t know Y/N! First, yeh are all closed up and yeh only call meh one time in the day when yeh used to call meh at least three! Next thin’ I know, I get no wishes from meh girlfriend! And I had to lie to everyone that yeh couldn’t make it tonight!”, Harry screamed at you.

“This is what it’s all about, isn’t it? All you think of is what other people will say and how you will be able to make up a story of why I am missing! I never asked you to do it Harry! And I already apologized for forgetting your birthday!”, you said and turned around not wanting Harry to see your tears.

“Your tears aren’t goin’ to save yeh this time Y/N!”, Harry said and you had enough.

“You know what? I still don’t understand why you are so worked up. I thought I showed you my real self but I guess I was wrong. You got it all wrong Harry”, you said, looking disappointedly at him.

“So now this is meh fault? I really didn’t see that comin’”, Harry said sarcastically laughing to himself while you were standing there looking at him in disbelief. He was exaggerating and you had no clue why. Yes, forgetting about his birthday was something serious but was it serious enough for such an outrage?

“I want you to calm down Harry. I don’t know where this is all coming from but let me tell you it is nonsense”, you tried to reach out for him but decided against it and stayed put.

“You slippin’ through meh fingers is nonsense to you? Glad to know Y/N!”, Harry shouted and you covered your ears. That was it. He needed to calm down right now.

“No one is slipping through your fingers Harry! And if you don’t want it to happen anytime soon, you have to calm down so once you do, call me so we can discuss about it like the adults we are!”, you said furiously and got out of the room, put your shoes on and slammed the door shut, leaving a determined Harry behind, ready to walk out the house and come find you.


This took an unexpectedly angsty turn may I add. I feel like I haven’t written for years damn. How are you all? I hope you are doing great! I want to thank the people who dropped this request in my inbox and I truly hope you liked it! I surely liked writing it! (Yes, I am a sucker for angst, how did you know?) Don’t forget that my inbox is open and requests are too! Have a good day/night!

Alarm Bells Ringing / Jeff Atkins

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The moment Jeff saw you making your way down the hall towards him, he knew something was wrong. He noticed straight away that the smile you offered him just before you reached him was not genuine. Though he became more concerned with you when you greeted him with a kiss.

You had been dating for almost six months and never had you once initiated a kiss so publicly-you much preferred to keep your relationship private. You were shy and hated attention, you even tended to shift away from your boyfriend when he tried to hold your hand around others so this abrupt change in behaviour definitely took him off guard. 

He froze as your lips met his.

It only lasted a few seconds and when you pulled away you couldn’t stop the small giggle that left you as you took in his expression. 

“You okay there?” you asked, amusement filling your features. 

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“I have no regrets. I really have no regrets. I have put one million percent of myself into this woman for the last six years, I have lived and breathed her, cared about her, worried about her, studied every script inside and out, tried to find every possibility, every option, everything I could possibly do, worked so closely with Eddy and Adam with every detail of her. I’ve poured my genuine honest heart into her, so I have no regrets.“ [x]

No one loves and cares about Emma Swan more than Jen does..  so if she says she’s happy with the way Emma’s story ends, I know I’ll be happy with it too. If she says she feels great about it, I feel great about it too. When it comes to Emma and her story, I trust Jen completely. I’ve said it a million times today and I’m sure I’ll say it a million times more, but I’m so thankful for Jennifer Morrison and everything she’s given to Emma Swan.. she wouldn’t be my favourite character without her.