#happiest of happy birthdays darling sister

[rosesloveletters]

Happiest of happy birthdays dearest Erika!

@ajokeformur-ray

It is so difficult for me to believe that I am getting to spend yet ANOTHER birthday with you (of course, I wish I could be spending it by your side, but this what we have & I'll gladly take any time I get with you🫂)

You have been through so much this year, finished your fourth year of university, started seeking out work experience for your career, etc. and I could not be more proud of the woman you are becoming and the woman you have been over the last half-decade I've known you.

Being a part of your life is a gift and a privilege that I never take for granted. You are a light in my life and are always in my heart, whether we are side by side on my couch watching our favorite films or miles and an ocean apart.

Being long distance friends is one of the most difficult things I have ever been through because it is hard not having you close by so that I can hug you and spend time with you whenever I want, surprise you with little gifts or a run to our favorite stores together, but I would never trade what we have because I want you in my life, no matter how.

You are my joy and you bring so much good to this world, darling. You are loved and treasured by so many and I am fortunate and grateful that I get to be one of those people.

I hope that you have the happiest of birthdays and that it is as spectacular of a day as you are of a person! I love you so very, very, very much, darling & I miss you with all the pieces of my heart🩷

Please enjoy these gifts I have created special for you. I hope you like them!

Firstly, to start, a hand-written letter:

Second, some fics I wrote, personalized for my beloved sister:

Keep the Faith // Erika & Henry Jekyll (parental)

summary: with another year of university under your belt, doubts about your future still linger, but your Father is there to help you lay them to rest while keeping the faith in yourself that you deserve.

word count: 2,199

You paced along the perimeter of the old library, eyes lingering upon the towering shelves lined with thick tomes, the scent of ink and parchment permeating the stagnant air. 

The soft glow of the lamps cast shadows upon the ancient wood walls; the only sound was the shuffling of your feet as you moved. You lightly ran your fingers over the golden lettering on the spines of some of the books and medical journals, feeling a connection to the knowledge and wisdom stored within their pages. The weight of history seemed to hang heavily in the air and pressed down upon your shoulders like the friendly pat from a companion, a reminder of all that had come and gone and all that you had yet to learn.

You lovingly selected a volume to leaf through, the familiar scent of old paper and the faint crackle of turning pages filled the room. Your brain absorbed knowledge like a sponge; even though you had a chance to catch your breath, to give yourself a break, your mind still craved the challenge of study. 

You had just completed your fourth year of university and a mix of emotions swirled within you. On the one hand, there was the familiar sense of accomplishment as you had come to recognize from years past, and a feeling of pride in how far you had come. 

On the other hand, the road ahead was daunting; the task of finding work experience in mental healthcare loomed before you like a vengeful spirit. Typically, you would have been thrilled to have been haunted; ghosts and grim reapers would have been a welcome distraction from studying to become a psychologist. 

But still, you held onto the dream that brought you here, the passion for being a mental health professional that had driven you through the long hours of study and practice. 

Now, it was time to take the next step in your journey and prove that you were worthy of realizing your dream career.

Dr. Henry Jekyll watched as his daughter flipped through the pages of one of his thick textbooks. You were focused intently on the words on the page, your fingers occasionally pausing in flipping through the pages to reread a paragraph. You seemed completely absorbed in your reading, your eyes scanning each page with intense concentration.

He marveled at your dedication and determination, knowing how hard you had worked to get where you were. Despite the challenges you would face in your chosen field, he had no doubts that you would succeed, and he made a silent promise to support you every step of the way.

He admired your determination and passion for learning and the way you seemed to possess an insatiable thirst for knowledge, a trait you had no doubt inherited from himself. 

He knew that you were going to achieve great things, and seeing you there, working hard towards your goals, made him feel incredibly proud. He only hoped he could support you as much as possible on your path to success.

“That particular volume is of great interest, isn’t it?”

Despite the gentle tone in which your father always addressed you, the unexpected sound inside the quiet library made you jump and nearly drop the book out of fright. 

You spun on your heel and met his gaze, noting the twinkle in his eye; he was pleased that you were perusing his collection, even though you had no reason to, with university not picking up again for a few more months.

“I didn’t mean to startle you,” he apologized as he stepped forward and gestured to the book you held in your hands, “you may keep that one, if it is of interest to you as it is to me. Perhaps it might be useful in your next semester.”

You nodded, though you felt somewhat silly for such a placid response to your own father, as though he were a lecturer or a scholar rather than your own flesh and blood. 

There were so many things you wished to ask, however, it did not always come easily. 

Your family was not known for their strength in communication and if it were not for your Papa being left to break the ice, there might have been none at all.

You were doing more to harness your Papa’s outspokenness and if one thing was for certain you had learned a lot about yourself through him. 

For one, you were as strong as you were stubborn and that was one of the defining reasons for why you had made it this far, although, the strongest reasons for your successes were your wisdom and intelligence and the fact that you were capable. You were a critical thinker and a problem solver, a diligent worker and a disciplined student. You were brave, albeit tentative, choosing to think through your processes before making any certain decisions. 

You were resolute in your beliefs and not easily swayed from your morals; you knew who you were and who you wanted to be. 

It was never too late for you, and your Papa had made such clear, more times than many. 

You had learned to live a little in the last year and you liked to believe you were made better for it; your parents seemed to agree. 

Your Papa had always taught you to take from life what you wanted and that was your intention, but you had so much to give and that was what you were headed towards. 

You wanted to help people. 

Psychology was a noble profession and you had chosen it because you wished to help, to be the light in the darkness of a world who seemed to care less and less about its inhabitants and those who needed a bit of extra assistance. 

After all, in a world filled with so much hate, why would you want to choose to be anything other than kind? 

With your Father’s intelligence and devotion to study, your Mama’s discipline and humility, coupled with your Papa’s wit and tenacity, you were a perfect storm of qualities that would guide you on your quest for knowledge and a career which you had always dreamed of. 

There were always going to be doubts, that much you knew, but your parents had done nothing but set a perfect example of what to strive for in this life and you only hoped that you existed enough in their image to make something of yourself. 

Oh, but you were. 

You were already quite something, far more unique, special, loved, than you even realized. 

“You remind me something of myself,” your Father’s even tone told stories of emotion and connection, confessing to you between the lines that you were far more than just a part of him, but a truly vivid masterpiece created by three souls who were intertwined like breaths of wind, swirling leaves into a heart-heavy tornado of color that your mind had to swallow whole.

It was difficult to put into perspective, especially since you could not see the forest for the trees, but you reasoned that you had to lose yourself beneath the boughs to make any sense of why you had led yourself down this particular trail, even if sunlight was rare to come by here. 

Luckily, darkness to you was like the warm embrace of a lover; you felt comfortable forging your own way and excelled at it. 

You did not like to stop and ask for help, even if you needed it, but your Father had begun to show you by example that you were not weak or incapable if you needed a little extra assistance from time to time and it actually made you stronger to know and be able to admit when you needed help and how to ask for it. 

You had done well and your grades showed it. 

Even still, there was a nagging sliver of doubt that perhaps you were reaching for something that just was not there. 

How cruel of a lesson in life would it be if you were to have come all this way for nothing…

“And I can hear your thoughts as though they are my own,” your Father’s voice was a comforting whisper, a velvet kiss from a devoted parent, “your doubts are unfounded. You will reach your goal. There is not a shred of evidence to lend to the contrary.”

“How can you be certain?” you had to ask, but in the deepest chambers of your heart you knew that even he did not have all the answers you sought. 

“Because I believe in you,” his answer was simple, yet concise—a heartfelt glimpse into his complete and utter faith in you as both a student and a human being, his beloved daughter he would give his life for, “and because I have seen your grades. I have accompanied you on this journey since it was merely an idea and who turned it into a reality? You. You did that. One must have faith in something, and for me, you are enough.”

You are enough. 

His words echoed inside your mind in waves, rippling across your brain, the praise buoying your hopes. 

You had come so far already, all you had to do was keep the faith and you could certainly do that. 

The belief in yourself and your dreams were enough just as long as you had the right people on your side to encourage you to keep taking steps forward and fortunately for you, you did. 

 You could do this; it was within reach. 

You clutched the book you had been studying, fingers tracing the spine with care, “I don’t want to fail.”

Your admission was more than you were even prepared to admit and your honesty scared you. Normally, you kept these thoughts bottled up, but your Papa had beaten it into your head—metaphorically, though I am certain there are more than a few people he would like to beat physically—that you had to say it with words. 

Leaving your thoughts unspoken was a recipe for disaster and your Papa refused for you to become the same tragedy as he had. 

“No one does,” Henry Jekyll responded on a sigh, a clear sign that he was deep in thought over what good it would be to encourage you to ignore your doubts or face them head on when he sometimes could not even do the same, but you deserved better as his daughter; he wanted to be a guide, not a bad example, “but you cannot let the fear of failing render you immobile. If you become too afraid to try, then you may never know what could have been. Even if you fail, which you won’t, you will at least know the truth.”

He hoped he was giving you good advice, but sometimes he wondered if the things he said were encouraging on their own or whether you had to believe in him to understand the grains of wisdom sprinkled within his vernacular. 

“I think it is best that you find time off from your studies for the summer, or at least take some time for other things,” he advised, “lest you grow weary from your learning.”

Your Father once was a man who believed that the brain never got tired of learning and perhaps that fact was still the truth, but a human being is far more than the sum of its parts: to know personhood, an existence must be true to its total form. 

He had pushed himself too far in the past and he did not want to see you do the same to yourself.   

You were more than just a brain or a heart or two lungs. 

You were a piece of him, of your Mama and your Papa and those who had lived before them. 

Like the books you studied, you were a collection of knowledge, a treasured edition created by those who had birthed you into existence, but you were far more than paper and ink. 

You were flesh and blood, beautiful, intelligent, wise beyond your years, braver than you would ever know and highly empathetic. 

You were writing your own story, telling it from your perspective, experiencing it firsthand like the main protagonist to an adventure novel and you were on the edge of your seat, dying to know how it would end, but a true author has to take the necessary steps towards creating their own ending, bridging the gap with the bulk of the story before finding their own conclusion.

You couldn’t savor the meat without the bones, could not continue to breathe with no air in your lungs.

You had to wait and see. 

You could have a little faith in yourself, listen to your Father and give yourself a break. 

 What was meant for you would come, even if it happened in unexpected ways far beyond your wildest imaginings. 

Your latest chapter had ended, but a new one was only just beginning and you could not wait to pick up your pen and keep writing, keep taking those first steps, keep going, keep breathing, keep living, keep the faith…

Brewed Coffee and Caramel Braids // Erika x Arthur Fleck (Romantic)

note: I have been dying to write you a haircare fic with Arthur/Joker for YEARS!!!! I never got around to it/always had other ideas when it came time to write for you, but we've been talking about your hair recently so I FINALLY wrote this. I hope you like it🥺

summary: you and Arthur share a quiet, rainy morning together, sipping coffee while he cares for and braids your hair.

word count: 1,209

A mug of coffee sat on the end table, steam rising from the lip of the cup in lazy, twisting tendrils. The rich aroma of roasted beans filled the air, a comforting scent that spoke of cozy mornings and warm, relaxing moments. The coffee inside the mug was a deep, dark brown, a warm, inviting shade of rich, liquid amber that beckoned for a sip. With its surface broken by tiny swirls and ripples, it contained a world of caffeinated potential, waiting for someone to take that first sip and savor the bold flavor as it touched their tastebuds.

The hot coffee warmed the hands holding the mug as you picked it up, the heat from its contents seeping through the ceramic. Just holding it was a small bit of solace on this cold night. The steam was almost hypnotizing, the way it danced and swirled. The first sip was always the best; a burst of flavor and warmth that chased away the chill.

The city was quiet, a pleasant contrast to the typical noise and constant artificial ambience; the sound of rain tapping against the windows provided the only background noise to your early morning.

Arthur sat behind you on the weathered couch, a gentle smile on his face as he combed his fingers through your long, thick hair. He took his time, his nimble fingers moving with practiced ease. As he worked, you sipped your coffee, enjoying the serenity of the morning and the feeling of his fingers running tenderly through your hair. 

The rain continued to patter softly against the windowpanes as you curled up against the couch, coffee mug in hand and you sat poised with your back to him so that he could care for your hair for you. He knew that you liked to finger-comb your tresses before a comb or a brush ever touched them; you were more than particular about your long hair, but the devotion and rituals associated with it were what had gotten it to the length you desired and kept it clean and healthy, so Arthur stuck rigidly to your maintenance routine and never strayed from it as you had dictated to him the importance of.

“There’s still half a pot of coffee in the kitchen,” Arthur’s gentle voice was like a warm cup of coffee all its own, warming you from the inside out, “let me know when you want it and I’ll refill your mug.” 

You nodded, although you had no intention of asking him to get up and retrieve it for you. He already did so much and you felt guilty asking him for more, even though he had told you many times over how much more he would do without ever being asked. You deserved the same kindness and care that you gave out to others and he was going to return the favor, whether you asked him to or not. 

Arthur had sectioned your hair into halves, making it easier to work on your hair in two parts as opposed to its entirety all it once. With hair this thick altogether, it knotted easily and the last thing he wanted to do was risk hurting your tender scalp. With slow, deliberate swipes of his fingers, he had your hair fully combed through and soon was reaching for your comb, which you proffered to him over your shoulder. 

A murmured thanks of gratitude was whispered, and with gentle fingers, he began to comb your hair, detangling any knots he had missed before he would take a chance on brushing it and risk potentially snagging a missed knot. 

You leaned back into his touch, your eyes slipping closed with contentment as you took another sip of your coffee, enjoying the peaceful, quiet moment you shared with your lover.

Both of you were not afforded many moments like this one, so when it happened naturally, you both took advantage. 

You were grateful for the little things, the devotion with which he touched you, almost as if he held more reverence for you and for your hair than you did, which was quite possible considering how well he always treated you. 

You were but a speck of dust in the universe, but to Arthur, you were his entire world and nothing was ever going to change that for either of you. Your love was what made each other feel seen and appreciated; the vastness of the world you existed within held no bearing on what the two of you shared or how deeply you were affected by the other, the bond you shared. 

After Arthur had lovingly combed your caramel tresses free of knots, he reached for your brush.

The soft bristles pulled through your locks, smoothing your natural oils from your roots down the length of your hair.

The brush glided smoothly through your hair, the bristles catching only on a few small knots that were swiftly and gently untangled. 

The action of your hair being brushed was soothing, almost meditative, the repetitive motion of the brush moving through your hair lulling you with its comforting rhythm. Each stroke was filled with care and tenderness and as the brush swept through your locks, it left them soft and smooth in its wake.

The simplest of gestures could sometimes be the most comforting.

Once your hair was smooth and tangle-free, Arthur began to carefully divide the strands. 

The ease with which he plaited the strands into place spoke of how frequently he followed this same routine, how many times he had braided your hair for you.  

He wove the locks into two loose braids that would hang down over your shoulders, secured with your favorite forest green scrunchies and finished with a gentle kiss on your cheek.

“Good?” Arthur asked you, gazing at you with a fond smile on his lips as he watched you check your braids to make certain they were as you wanted them for the day.

You didn’t need to check; he always did it right. 

Arthur did not mind you making sure because he knew that your anxiety over your hair was something difficult that you dealt with every single day and he would never do anything to make it worse or invalidate how you felt. He wanted you to be comfortable and if you wanted to check your braids once they was done, then he was not going to stop you. 

Once you were satisfied, you leaned back against him, fitting against his chest like you were made to be held by him alone. 

“Thank you, Arthur,” you whispered, grateful for the love he bestowed upon you in so many ways, each just as meaningful as this one, “I love you.”

“I love you too, darling,” he replied, embracing you from behind with arms wrapped snugly around your midsection, his chin resting on your shoulder. 

Arthur whispered a few sweet words of love into your ear, letting you know how much he cherished you and you had never felt more at peace with the world and with yourself than you had in that moment.

It was just you and Arthur, your love, your life, the breath in your lungs and the beat of your heart and everything else ceased to exist. 

And there you have it! Your birthday gifts are completed, honey, I hope you love them as much as I loved creating them for you. I love you very, very much and I hope you have an amazing twenty-seventh birthday. You mean the whole world to me and I am so lucky to have you in my life and get to give you all the things you deserve, even though you deserve far much more than I am able to give, I will still try my damndest to give you everything. Please be kind and gentle with yourself, today and all days. You are a precious soul, a gift to this world and a joy to have in my life and I truly do not know where or who I would be without you. My life is better for having known you and gotten the privilege of loving you and of calling you my sister. I LOVE YOU, I MISS YOU AND I AM WISHING YOU THE HAPPIEST OF HAPPY BIRTHDAYS!!!!

[leclercsainzz]

hey darling,

could please do a mick x twin sister where she’s dating lando and just make it all sweet and lovely please? 😊

BROTHERS & BOYFRIENDS

PAIRINGS: lando norris x schumacher twin!reader

TYPE: social media au

ynschumacher

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ynschumacher: my ride or die since ‘99! happy birthday to my favorite twin ever! you may be older (by a minute) but i’m definitely wiser than you:) i love youu tons, bro 💗

tagged: @mickschumacher

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mickschumacher: i’m your only twin, hello???

mickschumacher: happy birthday to you too, i love you 💗

↳ ynschumacher: just to clarify, i won! i posted before you did

↳ mickschumacher: i mean, i guess 🤷🏼

user: this is so cute, i can’t, omg 🥺

user: seeing baby mick and yn makes me the happiest

gina_schumacher: happy birthday to my favorite duo 🥳

↳ ynschumacher: we love youu 😘

lewishamilton: happiest of birthdays to the both you! 🤩❤️

landonorris: happy birthday to mick (and mick only)

↳ ynschumacher: this is why nobody likes you 😑

↳ landonorris: you do;)

user: “we’ll be a fine line” to “we’ll be alright”

↳ user: crying, wtf 😭

user: the fourth slide with michael & corinna:((

user: happy bday to you both!! 💗

georgerussell63: happy birthday you two!! ❤️

user: this makes me so sad and happy at the same time 🥺

↳ user: same!!

estebanocon: happy bday to my favorite twins 🥳

landonorris

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landonorris: don’t mind us, a little party never killed anybody

tagged: @mickschumacher @estebanocon @ynschumacher

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user: yn and mick are the definition of buy one, get one free

↳ landonorris: can confirm they come in a package 😩

↳ ynschumacher: two peas in a pod, babe 🤪

↳ user: oMG OMG I LOVE YOU ALL

mickschumacher: 🤩

user: mick, estie and lando?? i didn’t realize i needed this trio

estebanocon: friday’s are for partying!

user: yn and lando MY FAVS!!! 😍

user: my ynlando heart

ynschumacher: twas fun! ❤️

ynschumacher: i love you 😘

↳ landonorris: 😘 i love you more, my love

user: lando, how does it feel to be dating THE YN SCHUMACHER?

danielricciardo: thanks for the invite, mate! 😄

user: the second slide, i’m in love 😩

user: alexa, how to be yn schumacher?

user: can’t believe she chose lando over me

user: my favs 🥺❤️

ynschumacher

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ynschumacher: lover + bro = yn third wheeling

tagged: @landonorris @mickschumacher

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mickschumacher: landoooo 🥰

↳ ynschumacher: he’s MY lando 😡

↳ mickschumacher: our*

landonorris: hey mick(ey) you’re so fine

↳ ynschumacher: yn* thank you 😘

↳ landonorris: i guess you’re fine too 🤷🏻

user: we’ve got lando third wheeling the twins, mick third wheeling the couple and yn third wheeling the brothers in-law

↳ user: LMAOO you’re so right 🤣

user: i’m literally in love with this trio

estebanocon: mr. third-wheel

gina_schumacher: someone really needs a girlfriend

↳ user: I VOLUNTEER AS TRIBUTE!!!

↳ user: thanks for welcoming me to the family 🥰

user: idk who i love more ynlando or lando and mick

user: my favs (plus lando)

user: the caption 😂

user: ynlando owns my heart ❤️

landonorris

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landonorris: my heart ❤️ (shoutout to mick for planning this!)

tagged: @ynschumacher

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ynschumacher: my lover 😘

↳ landonorris: ❤️

mickschumacher: nothing but the best for my favs 🤩

↳ landonorris: my fav twin 😘

↳ ynschumacher: ??????

user: WHAT DO I HAVE TO DO TO HAVE MICK AS A BROTHER, OMG?!?!?

↳ user: i want him as my man 🤭

user: you’re telling me mick planned this???? 😭

user: idk who i should be more jealous of

oscarpiastri: cute!

estebanocon: you’re telling me mick isn’t third wheeling??

↳ landonorris: can you believe it?

user: “my heart” brb gonna go jump off a cliff

user: i just know mick is crying in a corner rn wishing he never set this date night for them 🤣

user: idk if i should be jealous of yn, lando, or mick

user: still can’t believe this mf managed to bag THE YN SCHUMACHER

ynschumacher and landonorris

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ynschumacher: weekly recap:))

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user: “pretty girl” 😭😭😭

mickschumacher: you’re not the only one he calls pretty

↳ landonorris: hi pretty boy 😉

user: brb gonna go take a bath with my toaster 😔

user: my ynlando heart, omg!!

landonorris: my stunning girlfriend, everyone 😍

landonorris: i love youu 😘

↳ ynschumacher: i love youu moreee 😘

carlossainz55: this makes me sick

↳ mickshumacher: i agree

↳ ynschumacher: 😡😡😡 HATERS

user: im in love with them 😩

maxfewtrell: we get it, you’re in love 🙄

user: yn, how does it feel to live my dream?!!???

user: how do you feel about mick trying to steal your man?

user: this is too cute, wtf 😭

landonorris and ynschumacher

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landonorris: summer break with my favorite girl 💘

tagged: @ynschumacher

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user: thanks for reminding me that i’m single 😠

ynschumacher: i adore you, lover 😘

ynschumacher: who’s got you smiling like that??

↳ landonorris: you, pretty girl 😘 ily

↳ user: toaster bath sounds real nice right about now 👍🏼

user: i feel so single, wtf

user: atp lando’s account is pretty much a yn stan account

mickschumacher: i’ll admit, this is cute

mickschumacher: ❤️

user: i will never get over him calling her “pretty girl” 😭

user: im not jealous, im not jealous, im not jealous

user: yn, i can treat you so much better than him

user: she’s so pretty wtf 😩

oscarpiastri: my favs 🧡

user: bro, you’re making me feel so single wtf

ynschumacher

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ynschumacher: small photo dump of my twin & boyfriend aka my favorite boys!! ❤️

tagged: @mickschumacher @landonorris

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user: that 4th slide 😭😭😭 that should be me making him laugh like that … BYEEEE

user: yn, babe, is that you cutting mick’s hair in the first post?

↳ ynschumacher: yes!

↳ user: oMG AKANS I LOVE YOU SO MUCH WKSP

user: that lando pic has me 🫠

user: her brother’s fine asf and her man is fine asf 😩

user: “my favorite boys” 🥺🥺

mickschumacher: who’s that fine ass guy in the second post?

mickschumacher: this confirms i’m your fav sibling, btw

↳ ynschumacher: my favorite tWIN!!! ❤️❤️❤️❤️🤪

↳ mickschumacher: i’m your only twin 🙄

↳ gina_schumacher: aw, i feel so loved 🥰

↳ ynschumacher: you’re my favorite sister 😘

user: lando’s smile, omg 😩

user: ya’ll talking about lando, but mick 😍😍😍

landonorris: i’m the luckiest, i swear

landonorris: i love you so much, pretty girl ❤️❤️❤️

↳ ynschumacher: ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ i luv you too, pretty boy

landonorris

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landonorris: every single day i spent with you is always my favorite … i love you! ❤️

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user: this was my final straw 😭 who wants to join me and jump off a bridge??!??

↳ user: sleeping on the train track is better 😍

↳ user: toaster bath and i’ll join!!!!

↳ user: ya’ll crazy 💀 let’s all drink bleach!!!

user: this mf is soo whipped

maxfewtrell: simp

mickschumacher: that’s so cheesy but cute

user: YA’LL BETTER GET MARRIED!!! 😩

↳ user: if they do, ima be the happiest person ever

user: parents are cute 🥺🧡

ynschumacher: right back at you, pretty boy 😘😘😘😘

ynschumacher: you make me the happiest ❤️

↳ landonorris: my pretty girl i love you!! ❤️❤️❤️

user: crying myself to sleep 😭😭😭

user: i will never get over the “pretty boy” “pretty girl”

user: still in denial that he took my girlfriend away from me

user: idk if yn is lucky or if it’s lando

↳ user: lando bc he’s dating THE YN SCHUMACHER

user: adopt me please 🙏🏼

user: lando’s so lucky to be able to call her “his” 😭😭

↳ user: please do not remind me

[onceuponaoneshotfanfic]

Ted Lasso Masterlist

❖ Completed Series

✶ Series in Progress

* Smut

Roy Kent

Series:

❖Superstar

❖Something There

❖Playing Pretend

✶Teach Me Tonight

✶Shut Up and Drive*

✶I'll Write Your Name

✶I'm Bright Baby Blue, Falling Into You

One-Shots:

The Happiest Place on Earth

The ending Roy deserved (Roy x Keeley)

Happily Ever After

Fly Me to the Moon

"Is That Okay?"

Truly, Madly, Tiny (Sequel to '"Is That Okay?"')

Just Do It

Old-Fashioned (Sequel to 'Just Do It')

Dress You Up

Sparks Fly (900 Followers Celebration)

Take Your Daughter to Work Day

More Than a Model (900 Followers Celebration)

Whiskey Kisses (900 Followers Celebration)

Once Bitten (900 Followers Celebration)

Sleepover (900 Followers Celebration)

At the Movies (900 Followers Celebration)

A Little Love (900 Followers Celebration)

Teach Me Tonight (900 Followers Celebration)

A Shot of Jealousy (900 Followers Celebration)

Everything Just Stops*

"Just Friends" (900 Followers Celebration)

Stay, Stay, Stay (Birthday Bash)

Fringe Benefits (Birthday Bash)

You know I'm not a bad girl, but I do bad things with you (Birthday Bash)*

Welcome Home, Darling (Birthday Bash)*

Keep Me Comin', Keep Me Goin' (Birthday Bash)*

Just Wanna Know You Better (Birthday Bash)

Little Visitor (Birthday Bash)

Pretty (Birthday Bash)

Sister Knows Best (Birthday Bash)

You Already Know, Babe

It's Too Soon, Too Fast, But This Could Last

There Is Happiness

loml

Jamie Tartt

One-Shots:

I'm Here, I'm Here

[inshelliesworld]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!! 🎈🎂💃🏻🎉

Happiest of happy birthdays to my beautiful twin soul sister @kaybronz

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Finding you in the sea of drama was absolutely meant to be! I love everything about our friendship, how it's grown, and am so excited to see what awaits us! Our little coven is one of my favorite things in the world!!

Happy birthday, my darling! I hope it's everything you want it to be 🖤🖤🖤

{this is so us.} {gemini placements unite!}

[hufflepuffronstan]

#11 of @hinnymicrofic - New

"I want to introduce you to someone."

Harry hoped he sounded normal and not like an overly excited kid who had just got a new pet.

James and Lily stared at him, blankly for a moment.

"Well?" James asked, his eyebrows raised, his eyes twinkling.

"It's Ginny."

Lily, not wanting to waste the opportunity to tease her son, shrugged feigning disinterest, "We have already met Ron's little sister, she's a nice kid."

James nodded along with her, "And a wonderful Chaser"

"Well -um -shesmygirlfriendwearedaring!" He let out in one breath.

"Didn't quite catch that, bud. Can you repeat that? Maybe, a little bit slower this time?" James chuckled, enjoying himself immensely.

Harry gritted his teeth, "I said I'm dating Ginny Weasley. She's my girlfriend and it's the best thing that's ever happened to me. She makes me the happiest and I hope you can see that."

Lily and James started laughing while Harry stared at them, puzzled and a little hurt.

Seeing Harry standing there, shoulders drooped and a frown on his face, she walked to him and hugged him.

"Darling, I might be a little older than you but I am not blind. It was hard not to notice your face lighting up whenever you saw her. She's a really nice girl. I'm really happy for you."

Harry nodded to her shoulder, his eyes tearing up a little.

"Not to spoil the moment, but can I just say, I KNEW IT!?"

Harry looked at a thrilled James, grinning widely.

"Sorry Harry, I love you but being subtle is not one of your strengths. You have no idea how hard it was for me to be silent and not give you my expert advice on how to woo a girl, watching you make a fool of yourself." Lily rolled her eyes, patting Harry's back.

"Thanks, dad." Harry grumbled under his breath.

"If it hadn't been for your mom's unfair orders, I could have helped my only son win the affections of the girl of his dreams months ago. But that's over now, you've overcome great struggles to reach here. Now let me tell you that if you need any help in the future -best date ideas, what to gift your girlfriend for her birthday, for Valentine's day, best surprises, how to be a spontaneous-"

Lily came and stood besides James, her hand stroking his arms, "James, I think Harry got the idea."

"Yes, thanks, dad! I really appreciate it." Harry replied dryly.

James pulled Harry into his arms, crushing him, "Really, Harry. Any tips you need, don't hesitate, just ask, I'll be more than happy-"

"Well, dad, we've been dating for more than six months. I think I got it handled."

James looked at Harry, gobsmacked, "SIX MONTHS?! YOU HID IT FROM US FOR SIX MONTHS!? SIX SODDING MONTHS!?

[stylespresleyhearted]

For Mccall (@blainesebastian ) the birthday angel today. ❤️🥳🎊💗 adore you dearly!

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enews Ladies and gentlemen, today we gather to celebrate the birth of this lovely gal! She first came into our lives after she began publicly dating Austin in 2020 during the filming of Elvis. Since then she has made her way to the hearts of America through her amazing story telling and kindness. Click the link in our bio for a throwback of our love story with the Pisces Queen

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jillian.mua QUEEN SHE IS 💗🎊 DAS MY BESTIE

coffeegirl you’re ridiculous and I love you 😘 loads of thanks to everyone at E!

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jillian.mua when people ask why elvis set will always be my favorite it is because it’s where I met my bestest friend. thank you for being as weird as me and always having a smile on your face 🎊🥳 and also, much love for cooking up luc for me i adore that child. love ya birthday girl!!! (drinks tonite?)

austinbutler You do know Luci isn’t yours right?

jillian.mua get out of my comment section

bazluhrmann I not only take credit for Austin and her, I take credit for this duo too. Happy birthday beautiful girl!

catherinemartindesigns Darling, you literally had nothing to do with it. 🙄

oliviadejonge happy birthday babe @coffeegirl! when’s our girls night?! 🌹 🎉

florencepugh two pretty best friends 🥰

chrisevans happiest of birthdays to the best leader a cast and crew could ask for 💙🎊

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abutlernews she’s so famous and loved now 😭 a chris evans birthday shout out!

chrislover12 why didn’t chris post that other picture huh … we all know what picture

austinelvisfan austin it’s your competition again

sydneystan her and austin are literally happily in love and have luci i’m sure austin trusts her

ccgupdates no drama on her birthday please! happy birthday to my comfort person!

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iamsebastianstan Fun Fact: she was our coffee girl first (sorry @austinbutler) way back when and now it is a delight to witness her dreams coming true! Happy birthday to you 🎂

dannylewis who the hell doesn’t love her?! she’s so popular !

ccgupdates WE STAY WINNING CCG NATION!!

coffeegirl I seem to remember you always needing Advil and water in the mornings not coffee …. Thank you Seb!!!

daisyedgarjones Happy birthday beautiful! 💗

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livwholikestv happy birthday lovely girl! have a special day, hope @austinbutler is spoiling you rotten 🎂💗

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stylespresleyhearted my favorite duo ❤️

ccgupdates these girls have the loveliest friendship 🥺 liv is always so supportive!

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anthonymackie The Big Homie and the best leader on set! Happy birthday ❤️

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chrisevans But we all know I was the favorite

tomholland Happy birthday to you !!! 🎁🎉

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stylespresleyhearted happy birthday to the kindest friend a girl could have! stay gorgeous, the world is lucky to have ya 💗🎉

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austinbutler Happy birthday to the best mother, the best wife, my best friend, and my favorite person all rolled into one. Me and Luc are lucky to have you. ❤️

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austinnews OMG HE BEOKE THE INTERNET!!

weloveluci HE IS SO IN LOVE AND HE SHARED A PICTURE OF LUCI !!!

tomhardy Happy birthday from the Hardy family love !

zendaya Happy birthday gorgeous girl 🎊😌

tchalamet I ship it so hard

ashleybee I always wanted a sister and then you came along 💗🎊 can’t wait to celebrate with you! And tell Luci her favorite auntie Ash is en route !

coffeegirl Thank you 😭 you’re the best sister anyone could hope for! Oh gosh commence Luci refusing to sleep until you land

austinbutler For the sake of sleep lets not inform lil dino until Ash arrives

jillian.mua love on her endlessly and spoil her rotten Butler she deserves nothing less

austinbutler Today and everyday.

coffeegirl You big sap. I love you so much.

ashleytisdale Happy birthday tenth removed cousin in law! ❤️ The French family loves you, so grateful you came into my best friend’s life!

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ccgupdates from @stylespresleyhearted instagram story 😭 looks like she and @livwholikestv planned a surprised party while @austinbutler distracted her with a dinner date. (HD photos to come.) I love this group so much !

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elvis4ever did you see jillian’s story?! luci blew out her mommy’s candles 😭

burninlove13 did you watch Ashley’s story first? Austin told Luci “those are for mommy baby” and she said “no thank you” 😭 her famous catch phrase

austinelvisfan was it our birthday today? we were fed

presleyupdates On top of making me love Elvis, Austin also made me fall in love with him, his wife, his child, and their entire friend group. I wish I was in their life so bad.

sharonbleu I pretend I know them. It gives me comfort.

As it was stated in the beginning, HAPPIEST OF HAPPIEST OF HAPPIEST BIRTHDAYS TO THE CREATOR OF OUR BELOVED CCG UNIVERSE, THE KINDEST SOUL, MY WELCOME COMMITTEE TO THE AUSTIN FANDOM, I FEEL LUCKY TO CONSIDER YOU A FRIEND EVEN IF ITS ONLY ONLINE ❤️🎊🎂🎉 You are extremely talented (as if you don’t know already) and bless us with greatness, I can never thank you enough for always replying to my messages and letting me fan girl hard over your writing pieces without a single complaint. You’re an amazing person Mccall and I hope you stick with us (as in this Austin fandom) for a long time because I’d be lost without you. My only regret is that I couldn’t make this post longer, I’m only allowed ten pictures per post. Also a huge thank you and shout to @livwholikestv who never shies away from sharing her ccg love and who allowed me to use her to send you a little birthday message. I love you, appreciate you, may 32 be even better 🥳

[chierafied]

December Drabbles Day 15 - Snowballed

Read on AO3.

Banner fan art by the amazing @sayuri-liu

For my darling sweetest @stormielikeweather. HAPPY BIRTHDAY! And thank you so much for your friendship. I appreciate you a whoooooole bunch, as you very well know. Love you! 😘💕

Day 15 - Snowballed

It was cold enough outside that Kagome had, ahem, appropriated the mokomoko from Sesshoumaru. She sat on a straw mat placed on the engawa, thoroughly cocooned in the thick white fluff like the world’s happiest little caterpillar. The cup of tea was warm in her hands, heat blooming in her chest at every sip. And also, at the sight of her children playing out in the garden. 

Natsuki was forming snowballs with concentrated precision. The serious frown on her face was so like her father’s that it made Kagome smile. Shinmaru, serving as a polar opposite to his sister, was bounding a circle, trying to catch snowflakes. His bushy tail was wagging so enthusiastically that his whole butt was wiggling. It was so devastatingly cute that for a moment Kagome’s fingers itched for a camera. But alas, such glorious inventions were much too far in the future and so she soothed herself with another sip of the tea and made a mental note about enquiring after a portrait artist. 

“Brother,” Natsuki called out, an edge of command in the tone of her voice. 

Shinmaru whipped around, his ears perked up and answered in a soft woof. 

“Catch.” 

And with both speed and precision that showed the many lessons Sesshoumaru had taught his eldest child, Natsuki lobbed out a snowball. 

Shinmaru bolted after it with an excited yip. 

Kagome had to bite her knuckle to hold back the giggles. Really, the kids could be so damn cute sometimes! It was moments like these that made the tantrums and the teething and dirty diapers worth it. It wasn’t too often, after all, that Natsuki initiated playtime with Shinmaru. Though the two siblings got along well, their daughter seemed to like her own company the best. Natsuki had taken a tad too much after Sesshoumaru, though Kagome would never tell him that. 

And speak of the youkai...  

The mating bond thrummed a moment before her mate stepped onto the engawa. He arched an amused eyebrow at her nest of fur but did not comment on her use of mokomoko. Their youngest, Kichirou, was squirming against Sesshoumaru’s shoulder. 

“Our son just woke up,” Sesshoumaru told her. “I am guessing he would like to feed soon.” 

“You’re probably guessing right,” Kagome replied with a smile. She set down her tea and held out her arms. Sesshoumaru handed off the baby, before taking a seat beside her. Kagome cooed at Kichirou and nestled him in the crook of her arm. He seemed to catch the scent of milk — his little nose twitched and his mouth fell open. 

“Yes, yes. Let’s get you fed my little guy.” 

Kagome hummed to herself, tugging the collar of her kosode looser. Kichirou had just managed to latch on properly when there was a loud yelp. 

Kagome looked up to see her older son collapsed in the snow. 

“I think he’s stuck,” came Natsuki’s deadpan assessment. 

Kagome and Sesshoumaru shared a look. The corners of his lips twitched, even as he got back onto his feet. Kagome let her eyes rest on her mate’s backside for a brief moment as he crossed the garden to Shinmaru. When he plucked the pup out of the snowbank, Shinmaru’s predicament became obvious. 

Kagome burst into laughter. 

“Shinmaru’s turned into a snowball,” Natsuki announced, impressed. 

“So he has,” Sesshoumaru replied, valiantly keeping his laughter in check. “Come. We will defrost you.” 

A fresh wave of laughter brought tears to Kagome’s eyes. She drank in the moment, committing it all to the memory in her heart. The soft press of Kichirou’s plump cheek against her breast. The gentle way her mate held their son in his arms, his golden eyes shining with amusement. Natsuki’s bright eyes and pink cheeks as she trotted after her father. And poor little Shinmaru, who had snow packed all over his fur until he very much looked like a giant snowball.  

It was Shinmaru, who tugged Kagome’s heartstrings the most — he lay so perfectly still in his father’s arms. She could see no sign of distress. Only calm trust that his parents would fix it and make everything better. 

And that, Kagome mused, was the most precious thing in the world. 

[liyazaki]

HAPPIEST BIRTHDAY DARLING MOR!!! Hope you are having a great birthday 🎉🎉 may this year bring you all the happiness love 💗💗💗💗

thank you so much, Prangon! oh, I am- I’m about to go to an (apparently) hella boujee brunch spot with my sister & my mama 🍳🥞☕️ wishing all the same for you, my friend!

[littlefreya]

Happiest of birthdays, Freya, my wee witchy sis!🖤🖤🖤 You have no idea how much your friendship means to me. You are a ray of sunshine in my life, and have been with me through ups and downs for years now. I love you very much and wish you many happy returns in health, happiness and all kinds of demonic, lusty endeavours. 🖤

Marta 🥺🖤🖤🖤🖤 baby. You mean so much to me, darling and I will always be there for you, and so grateful to have met you through this crazy app and to have had the chance to even have a drink with you in real life ���!

You are an amazing person, darling, a true caring friend and I’m really lucky to be among your friends and promise to always be there for you.

Thank you for making my birthday so wonderful, my witchy sister 🥺

[pursuitseternal]

🎂Happiest birthday @marimosalad , to one of very VERY few I dip my toe into a threesome just for you… I give you…

“Gulp”

Summary: Seeking healing for Astarion, from all his ghosts of abuse, you turn to one of your old party you both trust… no wildform magic needed this time.

CW: Threesome, polycule, M/M/F, I believe it’s called spit roasting, but baby’s first Poly 😇

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This was not how it started….

Not when you suggested this as a way of helping Astarion find some path forward as he healed. The death of his Master, the destruction of that profane rite… it had eased something inside him, but still he had some edge, some pain and hesitancy. And while he sought you out regularly in the night now, he still seemed distant and removed. Trying harder each time to be there with you as he fucked you. And each time he felt closer… but still, he seemed so separated….

Not when you suggested, however slyly and selfishly, not to simply try your luck at the Sharess’s Caress, but maybe with someone you both trusted….

Someone you both liked, or at least trusted….

The Druid of course came to mind, his warmth and his respect and his untameable desire to follow the lure of nature to whatever mate called to him.

How fortunate, Halsin had thought clearly over that thick, swarthy face, that you both had come to him.

That was the beginning… the first steps to where you were now… you, pinned on the bed, the ripples of heat from the Shapeshifter’s skin as he shoves his cock down your throat… the shivers of bliss your Vampire’s cock always draws from you as he thrusts his long length deep into you from behind until his balls slap against your ass.

You can barely hold yourself up, your hands braced in the dirt, your knees shaking from how many times they’ve already made you come. Something feral throbs between you all… the sound of vicious growls from Halsin as he reaches into your hair, keeping his thick cock strained into your mouth. So wide, you can barely make your lips wide enough for that girth.

And then, there is your Vampire… freed and masterless… except for those he chooses. And right now, it’s you with your cunt throbbing around his length, and the Druid he’s ensnared by the lips as he leans over your back, nipping at the big elf’s panting mouth.

He’s purring down his praise at you, eyes fixed on how you try to gulp and swallow around the Druid’s length… “Yes, darling, yes, make him touch the back of your sweet throat…. Yes, so tight and wet and swollen for me…” You feel his cold touch gripping your ass, his pace punishing as they both piston in tandem. Sometimes they smack in at once, sometimes they make your body hitch around them both in opposition, the push-pull of their cocks at either end overwhelming your nerves, drowning you in their forces.

One searingly hot, the other frigid and sharp.

And they both have claimed every inch of you. Their cum dries over your back, your breasts. Their juices drip down your chin and your cunt as they fight to get close to one another. Your body, their shared plaything, their battleground.

You can hear nothing but the wet slaps of the cock in your drooling face and the one thrusting into your wet, clenching folds… nothing but they’re growling and sucking lips as they each fuck you. Warm hands in your hair, icy ones gripped firmly on your hips.

And all you can do is gulp around what’s in your mouth, as you scream from what’s buried deep between your thighs.

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Happy birthday, my darling bestie and soul sister

Check out her blog and her other amazing, impressing, mouthwatering 🍆 artworks

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🔞Spicy version here NSFW

[rosesloveletters]

Happy Birthday, Erika! 🎈🥳 

Just another gift set for an amazing girl — @ajokeformur-ray — whom I am lucky enough to call “sister”. I hope your birthday is magical, darling, but if not, then we’ll just have to make September even more magical to make up for it. I hope you like everything contained within this post, but if not, I am always happy to make something else. Your physical gifts will be waiting for you when you arrive in September so we can do an in-person gift exchange for the first time!! I’m SO EXCITED to see you again and to give you lots and lots of hugs🥹🫂 

I love you so very much and I miss you TONS! Our holiday cannot get here fast enough!! I’m still counting down the days until you’re here with me again -- I think we’re down to only 43 days now? Damn, time moves fast... all the more reason to give you all the love while you’re here with me❤️🫂

Happiest of birthdays to you, darling. Year 26 will be kind to you (or else) 😂❤️

First, a handwritten letter from me: 

Second, some fics:

Timeless // Erika x Arthur Fleck/Joker

summary: You reflect back on this past academic year and remind yourself why you chose this specific, very important path. // ‘You needed each other and you needed time; good thing, then, this love was timeless.’

THIS is the song that inspired this fic✨💜

word count: 2,110

Another year, come and gone, but it never happened as easily as it was said. You’d had to fight your way out of the dark this time, as you had so many times before, and by the time you emerged into the daylight it didn’t feel so much like a reward as it should have. They say that when one had to go to war for what they want, reaping the rewards was hardly the justice or benefit that one deserves and now you knew how true that seemed to be. It wasn’t meant to come easily to you, if that were the case, would it even have been worth doing? Perhaps you didn’t know the answer, or if you did, you were disinclined to speak it into existence, but that did not matter in the here and now. It was finished for another year. You had the time to heal, to lick your wounds and prepare yourself for the next battle. The time for self-recognition would come and when it did, hopefully you would feel whole enough to put it into words.

You sipped your coffee at the kitchen table that your lover had made you. You felt so small and insignificant during these quiet moments, but it wasn’t a bad thing – if you could only merely exist, then exist here. These four walls transcended time; the only things which grounded you to this era were the distant, grainy hum of the record player as its’ current tune twisted and wreathed about the apartment and Arthur’s warm hand over top of yours, his thumb tracing your slightly protruding knuckles.

It was calm in the aftermath, but you and your lover both knew how much and how long and how hard you had had to fight to achieve even this. This single moment that you treasured so much, would soon be tucked away in the lockbox beneath your bed of all the other times just like this one. You kept them all for a rainy day, to remind yourself of what all of this was about, but most days it seemed that the sun never shined and the rain poured down in sheets.

It was never meant to be like this. You were supposed to want this, arguably more than you wanted him because if you didn’t then how were you ever supposed to succeed? How would you show to him how important he was to you if you couldn’t even do this? Your love language was acts of service and this would be the greatest act of love you had ever given a person; it had to be perfect.

It had to be one of those fairy-tale moments that most of us spend our whole lives trying to recreate, but you had to capture this one. Your castle was crumbling to the ground and instead of relying on your prince to build it back up from the ground, you would straighten your crown and get to work. Was it even worth it anymore if you couldn’t do it alone?

“I’m proud of you,” Arthur whispered, cutting through the fog in your mind, reaching out of your hand to pull you to the surface of the water so you wouldn’t drown in the self-doubt, “you always manage to get it just right. I know you can’t see it, but I do.”

The smallest of smiles graced your lips, but his words meant more than just a simple acknowledgement. They were the reason. The reason you clung to, why you dragged yourself out of bed every morning at 5am even when you were exhausted to the point of collapse, why you sat at your desk for hours, day after day, fighting for the girl of the rest of your life who didn’t really know what she was in for, but whom you advocated for each day because she would get there. She would appreciate all this someday, even if this version of you thought about quitting every hour on the hour.

“Thank you,” you replied to him, “you see what I go through. You know that none of it is easy, but I’d put myself through hell every day for you and I wouldn’t even complain.”

The ‘not complaining’ part might not have been entirely true, but you knew he knew what you meant and the smile of acknowledgement on his face told you that he did. He saw you in the trenches every day, he brought you liters of coffee and snacks so you wouldn’t go without. He would drape a blanket around your shoulders if you seemed cold or he would bring in a box fan if you were too hot. He’d encourage you to take small breaks here or there so your eyes did not become strained from looking at your screen for long periods. His job was just as important as yours, though he would’ve argued his was much more important because, after all, your wellbeing was far more important to him than most else.

You’d had the courage to stick to your studies for yet another year, but the last several months had not been kind to you and you were holding your breath for when you might finally catch a break. You had struggled through dozens of doctors’ appointments, seeking out a clear path for recovery from your anxiety that hopefully did not include medication. You had also gotten a wicked-looking infection in your pinky toe that took a month before you saw any healing going on. As if your studies weren’t enough to deal with, everything else that had piled on to you in the last month or two almost made you collapse, but you would carry that weight if it meant you might have another chance to achieve your dream occupation.

You could hold on a little longer, but the fall was tempting, especially knowing that Arthur would always be there to catch you.

How you had managed to bring this year of university to as natural of a close seemed like you had defied all possible logic, but it was over. You finally caught up. This leg of the race was over and you could pause to catch your breath before the next one.

Despite how crazy things had gotten there at the finish line, Arthur was there for you, cheering you on from the sidelines the same way he had done every year prior to this one. While you were trying to work out the best possible method of treatment for your anxiety, when the doctors had you trying medication, Arthur let you stand in the kitchen with him and take your meds at the same time as he did. He was aware of how terrified you were to do this and he would have done everything in his power to make this easier on you. If sharing in a routine as domestic as this helped your nerves even slightly, he’d have done it in a heartbeat. He always paused, waiting until you were ready before he tilted his head back and swallowed his own pills, followed by a sip of water to wash them down.

When you were too afraid to look at your swollen, blood-blistered toe to check if it was healing properly, Arthur had guided you into your small bathroom, sat you down and taken your foot carefully in his lap to have a closer look. He cleaned and rebandaged you, offering small, murmured words of comfort while you kept your eyes on his face rather than on the injury.

He had always known exactly what to do and how to handle it, even and especially when you didn’t. This was why he was your guide and for this reason alone, you gave all that you were. You would have given him the entire world, but he did not want the world when he had his dream girl right here with him now. He wanted his talented, intelligent, steadfast, loving, considerate, sweet girl, Erika, and there would be nothing that could ever stand in his way of having you, even yourself.

The tides of self-sabotage came crashing against your shores every once in a while, but Arthur’s soothing words and presence could calm the most violent of oceans, even wading out into the open water up to his neck, because he wasn’t afraid of drowning in your love. He knew what it felt like worry you were not good enough for someone and he knew enough that he did not ever want you to feel that way too. He would do everything he could to spare you from the worst of what he felt, even if he could not save you from it, he could share the weight of that burden. He was not letting you go through this alone. It wasn’t like him to abandon anyone, least of all his most beloved one.

“I know you’ll have to do all this again in a few months’ time,” Arthur whispered to you now, “and I’ll be here. Even if it’s hard…especially if it’s hard. I’m not going anywhere; I promise you that. I love you, Erika.”

His words comforted you, blanketed your mind in a warm embrace and almost brought tears to your eyes if you’d had any left to cry. No matter how many times the world broke you, Arthur always picked up the pieces and put you back together.

He was the reason you had picked this career path anyway and you would remember it every step of the way. It could be done because you had the strength of love on your side. You would pick yourself up again, over and over, let yourself be washed out to sea, treading water until Arthur came to rescue you. He would always be there to give you his hand and guide you back to shore.  

It wasn’t because he thought you couldn’t do it alone, but because he didn’t want you to do it alone. There would be plenty of times in life when you would find yourself alone, but not now, not if he could help it. He had every reason to stick around and show you how beautiful life could be, even though it rained every day in your world. If it rained, he would be your sunshine. He would be the light in your darkness and would save you from the side of yourself which threatened that you weren’t good enough for him, because you were.

He did not know how he had been lucky enough to capture a heart like yours, but he treasured your love as the greatest gift he had ever received. There was nothing he would not have done for his beloved and he was determined to show that to you as often as he could, so that you might remember on days when the sun never shined that he was there and would break through your storm clouds and let the light in.

You both missed the simpler times, when you had fallen so deeply, madly and irreversibly in love all those years ago, but what you had now was even more than you’d imagined back then. You had years on your younger selves now and much more wisdom about what you wanted and hoped for and dreamed of, but much more importantly…you had each other.

Even if you didn’t have it all figured out yet, you did not need to. You had more time and many more years with each other to do that. For now, you were safe to carry on as you were, taking it all a day at a time, sometimes even an hour at a time, because that was all you needed.

It hit you, all at once, that you would have loved him in any timeline, whether you were his Erika as you were now, or if you had been a young, Victorian girl and he a foot servant. Or perhaps you might have been a quiet girl, reading in the school cafeteria during the 80s and he a strong, independent, older student who played the part of dungeons and dragons game master on the weekends and also played guitar.

Yours and Arthurs was the kind of love that surpassed the timeline your physical forms occupied. You would always know this one as yours, but had it been another, you would have found him and loved him.

You needed that much, at least, because in order to keep going, you needed him the same way you needed air.

You needed each other and you needed time; good thing, then, this love was timeless.

Aftermath // Erika x Henry Jekyll (parental) - Mary Reilly & Edward Hyde (mentioned)

summary: By now, you are used to your parents taking a step back while you focus on your studies, but it never gets any easier. // You and your Father fall into a routine, once again, and it all begins to make a bit more sense. 

word count: 1,515

In the aftermath, there was nothing except numbness. An overwhelming sense of emptiness filled you and you were uncertain how long it was going to take to recover, or even if you would be able to this time.

It had always happened this way and, even still, you worried. How could it not be anxiety-inducing to feel like you had everyone on your side at the start, then fight your way through university only to cross the finish line and feel like no one was there waiting to congratulate you. It wasn’t true, however, except that some of your most important people seemed to be nonexistent now: your parents.

You knew it wasn’t true; your parents would never abandon you. Then why did it always feel like they had done just that?

It was a part of you now, the sense of not belonging anywhere that you tried so desperately to fit in, and you were used to this. You got so overwhelmed by your studies that you isolated yourself from your loved ones until it was over and then, then, you could slowly allow yourself to return to them. You took after your Father in this way, even though he never would have wanted that for you. He wanted to serve as a guide for you throughout your studies, but he did not want you to push your family away until you felt like you deserved them.

You always deserved your Father, your Mama and your Papa, no matter the outcome for your studies or anything similar. You did not have to earn your right to them. They were always there, silently waiting in the wings until you would come to acknowledge that.

You could see the light at the end of the tunnel and even though this particular year of university had more than metaphorically kicked you in the ass, you were relieved to have made it through and were taking your time in preparing for the next one. It would be unlike any other because now you were going to have to draw on previous years’ knowledge and information to understand the upcoming one. You would be responsible for revisions of last year’s work, condensing it down to manageable, bite-sized pieces so you could rely on what you had already done to guide you through the next maze.

An overwhelming sense of dread was hitting you now and you were already fearful of what the next year might bring. The previous year had already been too much at once and you needed something to ground you and keep you focused on the future, rather than on the past.

This was why you always, always turned to your Father for help.

Once you had officially eased back into daily life with your parents by your side, you were able to reconnect with who you were. You worked alongside your Mama during the mornings, then you would find your Father camped out in his study or in the library and he would lend a hand with your studies or simply allow you to work with him in silence. Your nights were reserved for your Papa and all the delightful chaos and titillating tidbits he would bring, but for now, you needed your Father.

Your studies had to come first because your future depended on it.

For this reason did you find yourself nestled into your usual spot in the library, surrounded by a sea of papers, while your Father quietly did the same at his own workspace. You were hard at work on revisions and notetaking, keeping your head down and your eyes focused on what you were doing. If you allowed yourself to relax for even a second, you feared you would lose focus and stop entirely and your future could not afford to suffer simply because you did not feel like working right now.

Your Father peeked at you past the open books he had on his own desk. He scrawled handwritten notes in his notebook – never would he have felt comfortable writing in the margins of his beloved textbooks like your Papa so often did (he was going to find a way to end that once and for all, but we all know that Edward Hyde worked for no one except himself.)

His face softened as he regarded you from afar, taking pleasure knowing that your work ethic had come from him. He only worried that you would overwork yourself in the same ways that he had and that it would begin to take its toll in the very same way. He worried, like all good fathers did, and he wanted you to know that you were doing just fine and that you did not need to overthink yourself into a rut like he was prone to do.

“Erika,” he whispered, not wanting to disturb you, but also because he wanted to gently get your attention shifted from your studies and onto him. When you looked up from your papers, he began, “I want you to know…that I am proud of all the work that you have done. And, even more than that, I am proud of you.”

You let the words sink in and settle beneath your skin. It felt good to be complimented by your Father. It felt like all of this would be worth it, then, all the struggles and hardships and battles and cries…it meant something beyond all of that because you would never have achieved all that you had if you were not a part of who your parents were. You could not have continued to work as well as keep up with your studies if you did not have your Mama’s perseverance and determination. You could not have achieved such perfect marks and maintained lengthy hours of study if you did not have your Father’s work ethic and knack for comprehending difficult concepts. And, you could not have continued to push forward through all of the difficulty and strife had you not possessed your Papa’s stubbornness not to give up despite when perhaps any other person would have.

You were your own person, but in turn, you were made up of little pieces of who they were and that made you Erika. You were a beautiful, intelligent, strong, independent, caring, devoted and inspirational young woman and you made your parents proud every step of the way, even during times when you felt you had done the complete opposite.

“Thank you, Father,” you responded to him and you smiled, perhaps the realest one you had offered him in quite some time and this sentiment was not lost on him. Not much escaped your Father’s attention, especially when it came to his beloved daughter whom he loved more than himself.

You were his greatest work, his greatest masterpiece and the person he was most proud of in the world. He would have done anything and everything he could for you, letting you know every step of the way how proud he was of the woman you were growing into. He would be there now and forever and on your graduation day, whenever that came, he would be standing there knowing that he had seen you through this from the very beginning. It might not have seemed like much from an outsider’s perspective, but to him, it meant more than the world to witness his daughter chasing her future and, one day, it would be in the palm of her hand. He had faith in her abilities, even when she questioned whether she could do it. He always knew that if anyone could achieve this seemingly impossible dream, it was her.

There was nothing she could not do if she set her sights on it and kept persevering. It was only a matter of time before she was moving on to the next phase of her lifelong journey and he wanted to do everything in his power to stand by her and watch her reap the benefits of her hard work. He would gently remind her throughout all this that she deserved these positive things and that it might be difficult, but nothing was more worth her time than her future and for that he was proud to know she agreed.

He got up from his chair and approached her, leaning over her shoulder to assess her work. He was proud of how much she had accomplished so far and he smiled at her, making sure she knew he was pleased. You might have expected him to turn away, then, but no. He gently brought his arms around your shoulders and embraced you.

It had been a long time since he had hugged you properly and as you leaned into him, all-consumed by this sudden display of affection and emotion, you let two tears slide down your cheeks. You were happy now, right where you needed to be. Your parents had not abandoned you. They were right here, always a part of you no matter where you went and you still had so many places yet to go.  

Third, a poem I wrote: 

A Universal Cosmic Collision

God didn’t make us sisters because we would have been too powerful together but everything I’ve done since I met you is a love letter to the person I wanted to be whom I will never get to know — sweep me under the rug, that’s the thing about letting go: I won’t know the girl who never existed but to you I hold fast, tight-fisted, because I know a good thing when I’ve got it even if I didn’t to begin with, I’ll admit that I’m a bit overwhelmed by you. Calling someone “sister” isn’t something I’m used to, but if I was to bestow that honor upon anyone, In every lifetime, in every universal cosmic collision, you would be my most beloved one.

I never knew how much better life could be until you showed me.

I hope you like your online gifts, darling! I am so grateful to know you and to be able to celebrate you like this💗🫂 Please let me know if I can make anything else for you, dear. I love you so so so much and I cannot wait to hug you again in a little over a month! I am wishing you the very happiest of birthdays today and I hope you know that even though today is a very special day, that you make every single day of mine special just by being a part of it. I love you💗💗

[lost-in-the-80s]

The Wedding

Pairing: Izzy Stradlin x fem!reader

Words: 2.321k

Summary: Your brother's wedding has arrived, without having a boyfriend, you invite Izzy, your best friend, to be your date. (smut)

A/N: When I started listening to gnr, it didn’t take much time before Izzy got a place in my heart, so this is for his birthday

Song rec for the fic: Woman by John Lennon

Sitting on an airplane for over an hour now, Izzy observed your asleep figure beside him, your head laying on his shoulder, like you had done so many times before, unaware of the warmth it caused on the brunette’s heart.

He questioned himself for a thousandth time that week. Why in the hell did I agree with this?

The idea didn’t sound like a big deal at first, accompanying you to your brother’s wedding wouldn’t cause any harm. But as the days started to go by, his mind traced every aspect of a wedding, the music, the romantic atmosphere, the dancing, and he soon started to regret having said yes so easily.

The truth is that Izzy has always loved you, ever since the day the two of you met. It all happened so naturally that he didn’t notice he was in love until you went on a date with another guy.

At first, he loved your voice, he’d call you just to hear you talking for hours about the most random things. Then it was your eyes, he found himself entranced by their color, the way they rolled when you got annoyed, and how they seemed to invade his deepest thoughts and memories every time you looked at his eyes.

The last thing was your attitude, your bluntness and forward behavior shocking him sometimes, and being his main entertainment in others. He found a true interest in watching you, it didn’t matter what you were doing, you would always be in his sight.

And even though years passed, that feeling seemed to just grow more and more, and every time he saw you going out with another guy, his heart broke into smaller and smaller pieces.

Little did he know the reason behind your maneater habits.

The truth is that, just like him, you had fallen for him since day one, you loved his nonchalant attitude and his style, the shape of his hands and fingers, and how dry his voice was after his third cigarette.

Just like him, you would secretly observe him, the two of you being too good on your game to ever get caught by each other.

But you didn’t want to risk your friendship over admitting your feelings, especially when you didn’t know if Izzy felt the same way. So you went on multiple dates, meeting guys with the most different appearances and personalities, all in hopes that one day, you’d meet someone capable of making you stop thinking about the guy from Indiana. That, obviously, never happened.

A little turbulence on the plane woke you up, you immediately looked up, meeting his brownish eyes.

“It’s just turbulence. Go back to sleep.”

You nodded slowly, before laying your head on his shoulder again, inhaling his scent of cigarettes and cologne and immediately feeling your body calm down.

---

You looked at yourself in the mirror of the hotel room, rolling your eyes at Niki's choice of color and design for the bridesmaids' dresses.

A soft knock on the door caught your attention and there stood him, a black blazer matching his black jeans.

He looked you up and down.

"You're gonna steal the bride's attention like that."

"It's grey, the most boring color ever! I wouldn't steal her attention, even if I wanted to."

He chuckled softly.

Well, you stole my attention. He thought to himself.

Picking up your purse and gift you exited the room, locking your arm with his for support, as you got on the elevator and then walked towards the hotel's saloon.

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During the entire ceremony, Izzy found his attention caught by you, the way you stood out amongst the other bridesmaids and how impatient you seemed to grow with how long the ceremony was taking.

Your grey dress looked like pure silver, reflecting the lights. You looked so beautiful that he wished he had brought a camera to take a picture of you.

Your eyes caught his for once, and you blinked in his direction, smiling when you saw his lips turn into a small smile.

After what felt like forever the ceremony ended and he found himself sitting at a table with “Y/N and boyfriend” written down on a card.

“I think someone gave them the wrong info.” He showed you the card when you plopped down on the chair beside him.

You rolled your eyes. “Classic coming from my family.”

You lifted the tablecloth, making him look down to see what was happening.

“These heels are killing me.” You complained, removing your silver sandals and quickly massaging your feet.

“I bet they are.” He took two champagne glasses from a waiter passing by.

He knew you weren’t used to heels. Being almost his height, you never felt the need to wear them that often.

“Thanks.” You took your glass towards your nude lips.

“How much did you pay for that gift?” He pointed towards the biggest package on a pile, knowing it was yours.

“300 bucks.”

His eyes widened for a second.

You didn’t wait for him to say anything, knowing exactly what was crossing his mind.

“He’s my only brother. I might not like Niki that much, but he’s happy with her, and I’m happy for that.”

“Fair enough.” He drank from his champagne again. "Those ice statutes are quite tempting for a man who wants to take a piss,"

He chuckled to himself, but soon realized that your attention was focused on the main door.

“See that girl over there?” You pointed at the door.

“What’s with her?”

“That’s Braeden,” the name made him realize she was your sister. “She’s the only woman taller than me here….”

He looked back at you, and so you lowered your voice, keeping eye contact with him.

“When the bouquet time comes, you’re gonna block her.” You gestured aggressively with your hands, making a smile start to form on his lips.

“Why?”

“There’s no way my younger sister is gonna get married before me.”

He chuckled. “I didn’t know you aspired to marriage Y/N.”

Your eyes softened with his sentence and a small pain formed in your heart. If only he knew what crossed your mind when you looked at him during the ceremony.

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The night seemed to go by faster than he expected and soon he found himself at the drinks table, observing as you talked to some relatives of yours on the other side of the saloon.

You sensed his eyes and looked towards him, giving him a look that said “Help me.”

He chuckled softly, but before he could do anything a woman’s voice caught his attention.

“You must be Izzy.”

He looked to his side, seeing a woman that looked just like Joey, your brother.

“Yes, and you are….” He extended his hand for her to shake.

“I’m Martha, Y/N’s mother.”

“Pleasure to meet you.”

“I didn’t know the two of you were dating.”

He choked on his drink.

“We aren’t, we’re just friends.” He looked down for a second.

She nodded slowly, before locking her eyes on your side.

“I know my daughter very well,"

Her voice made him look back at her.

“She has had many boyfriends in her life, but I’ve never seen her look at them in the way she looks at you.”

He opened his mouth, but your presence made him stop.

“Hey, mom!” You smiled, kissing her cheek.

“Hello, darling.” She touched your hair, adjusting some locks. “I promised I'd dance this one with your father.”

You nodded in understanding as she smiled before walking away.

“So… wanna dance with me?” You nudged him from the side, before taking a sip from his drink.

“With this song?” He asked, taking notice that Woman by John Lennon was playing.

“Why not?” You shrugged.

“Okay.” He placed his now empty glass on the table before taking your hand and guiding you towards the other people there dancing.

One of his hands held you delicately by your waist as you slowly swung to the song. Your eyes locked on each other as the other people around you seemed to disappear.

Your mother’s words mixed with the lyrics hitting his head like bells as he finally noticed the glow that formed in your eyes as you looked at him, making his heart race faster than ever.

You just realized another song was playing when someone bumped into you, making a disco song hit your ears.

You both looked so distracted and for a second you thought you’d sit down for the rest of the night, not being able to feel his cold fingers brush on your skin through your dress.

But those thoughts washed away when he let go of your waist just to grab both of your hands and guide you throughout the song, just like he did for the rest of the night.

That was the happiest night you have had in your life, and when your hotel room number became noticeable at the end of the corridor, you wished you could turn back time and do it all again.

“Happy with your bouquet?”

“More than happy.” You giggled, smelling the flowers one more time.

It was comic the way Izzy put himself in front of your sister, pretending not to be aware of what was happening.

“Thanks for that.”

“If that makes you happy, I can do that at the next weddings too.”

Next weddings. The thought made butterflies erupt in your stomach.

“So…” he started, stopping in front of your room as you opened the door.

“So…”

“Tonight was fun.”

“Yes, it really was!” You said looking down. “Thanks for coming with me, Iz.” You leaned towards him, kissing his cheek gently.

“Anytime.” He replied so lowly that you weren’t sure if he had actually said that.

You entered your room and closed the door, resting your forehead against it as you sighed.

Rushed knocks against the wood made you regain your posture and quickly open the door.

Izzy looked deep inside your eyes, his brown orbs saying everything his mouth wanted to.

Not a second after that and you wrapped your arms around his neck, your lips colliding against his.

No kiss ever had felt like that. It was warm like fire and exciting, you felt your heart start racing faster and your mind went numb.

He wrapped his arms around your waist, bringing you as close as he could while entering your room and kicking the door shut behind him.

Soon you found yourself in your bed, your legs wrapped around his hips as your tongues fought for dominance, making small moans and grunts leave your mouths. One of his hands started traveling underneath your dress's fabric, exploring every inch of your legs, making you shiver with his cold fingers.

Your lips found his neck, kissing and biting at his flesh with desire, delighted by his irregular breathing and the small moans he tried to hold.

A certain hardness was pressed against your core among what seemed like a thousand layers of clothing. The sensation making you wet as you bit harsher on his neck, loving the smirk that formed on his lips.

He pushed himself off of you, standing up and ripping his shirt open, the sound of buttons hitting the floor filling the room.

“I need your help with the dress.”

You sat on the bed, your back facing him as he found the zipper, opening it quickly while he applied wet kisses on the extension of your back, biting your flesh just like you had done with him, making a small moan leave your lips.

“So beautiful.” He whispered against your ear, making another shiver possess your body.

You stripped off of the dress as you watched him undo his pants and remove his underwear with it.

He made his way back to the bed, his calloused fingers removed your blue lace panties slowly and delicately. One of his fingers traveled in between your folds, his eyes closing for a second when he noticed your wetness for him.

Izzy cupped your face with one of his hands, kissing you tenderly before asking.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes!”

You felt the tip of his member entering you, making you close your eyes, focusing on the sensation it caused. You felt him slowly expanding your walls until it was all the way in, making a soft and small moan leave your lips.

Izzy looked at you for confirmation and after seeing you nod, he started moving.

In the beginning, it was slow and passionate, he made it the most intimate he could, touching every inch of your skin, whispering sweet nothings on your ear, as you traced his back and arms with the tip of your fingers, allowing your nails to softly touch his skin.

After some minutes, sweat started to form on both your bodies, your moans coming out in unison filled the room as you felt your walls start to clench around him.

That’s when he sped up his pace, the tip of his member now hitting your g-spot with no mercy, he massaged one of your breasts with his hand, while the other rested on the bed for support.

“Izzy,” His name left your lips in a loud moan and you saw a proud expression consume his features.

“I know, princess, I know.”

You closed your eyes and moaned again, feeling as you and he both came at the same time. A groan leaving his throat matching your whimpers as you felt a wave of pure pleasure wash over your body. Your legs started to shake and you scratched his back, while he bit harsh enough to leave a mark on your neck.

Both sweating and trying to gain your breath again, you laid in bed, your head resting on his chest as he softly caressed your body.

“Izzy?”

“Hum?”

“This is not a one-time thing, right?”

“No, Y/N, it is not.”

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[astroboots]

Happy Birthday, Cici!!!

I don’t know how you do it, my darling 🤡💖🤡 sister, but you are truly an amazingly kind, thoughtful, funny, talented, encouraging, and all around lovely human being. Your enthusiasm, ridiculous humour, and absolute clouwn whore ways are unparalleled, and I am perpetually thankful that we stumbled across each other. You are shrimply the best, my love, and I am so very grateful every single day for your friendship. 

Wishing you the very happiest of days!! 🤡💖💖💖🤡

In conclusion:

.  ❤️🍑💚💛💜🧡💕

. 🧡💚💜💗🍤❤️💚💙

💛💙❤️︵ \(°□°)/ ︵💛🧡🍆

(N🚫, 👁️ L😍✌️E 🐑 the M🐭ST!!)

You are ridiculous ma'am!!!!

I love you so much. In fact some would even say the....

M🐭ST

no takebacksies, stop trying to win, you will never win I LOVE YOU THE M🐭STEST of them all!!!

Thank you for always making the 🌧️ of days, the 🌞 with your cheer and contagious joy.

Thank you for always being there when I needed a good friend-- and you were the best one I could ever have hoped or asked for.

Thank you for keeping me company when I felt lonely and hopeless, in our ☭🐰 google WIPs, on every social media platform known to man (except tiktok-- never tiktok 😂, in our two man discord server where we have individual channels for organising our stories and then ending up talking about 🌙🍆 in our general channel constantly anyhow.

Thank you for dropping🍤in my DMs as distraction when I was biting my nails at the doctor's office.

Thank you for seeing through some of my worst and always making things a little bit better for me.

I love you always.

[amphxtrite]

oliver wood x fem!reader to cedric diggory x fem!reader

warnings: angst, slut shaming, spelling/ grammar mistakes.

summary: you’ve had a crush on Oliver Wood for so long, but he continuously treats you badly. What happens when you’ve had enough, and who will help you through it.

a/n: I love Ollie, but this idea came to me, and I really liked it.

word count: 2.9k

“sometimes it’s better to let go than to hold on.”

enjoy <3

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Quidditch was your favourite activity. You’d loved it since you were just a little kid, watching from the stands as men and women flew around a stadium playing the most wonderful game you’d ever come to know. You spent most of your childhood begging your parents, day and night to teach you how to fly, knowing they couldn’t say no to you forever. For your ninth birthday they bought you your first broom and it was one of the happiest moments of your life.

“Happy birthday dear y/n, happy birthday to you.” Your family and friends finish your birthday song. You flash a toothy grin before closing your eyes, making a wish and blowing out the nine bright flames on your cake. Your mum retrieves a knife and begins to slice the cake as you and your friends begin to chat. 

Your dad walks up to you, holding something behind his back. He kneels down to your level, “y/n sweetie, your mum and I have thought about it, and we believe it’s about time we gave you this.” He smiles, handing you a long object hidden in silver wrapping paper. You look down at the object confused, but when you wrap your small fingers around it, you immediately know. Your eyes widen and you rip off the paper. You were right, in your hands was a beautiful, sleek broom. “It’s a bit big for you, but you’ll grow into it.” Your mom laughs, coming in behind you and wrapping an arm around your shoulders. You don’t hesitate to bring her and your father into a hug, thanking them over and over again for your gift. Happy tears spilling from your e/c eyes. 

When you received your letter to Hogwarts in the coming years you made it your goal to become the captain of the quidditch team of whatever house you were sorted into. In two years, your parents had taught you all their tips and tricks for navigating on your broom. You picked up quickly and worked hard to add to the talent you already had. When you arrived at Hogwarts, bright eyed and excited to learn, you were sorted into hufflepuff, the house of the loyal and hard-working. You found this a good fit, you got started right away for a good reputation and waited patiently for second year, when you could finally try out.

When the fateful day rolled around you were one of the first people on the pitch for try-outs, the captain being the only other person there, she found your enthusiasm adorable and quickly became like the older-sister you never had. As the try-outs began, she was skeptical with your skill as you were only in your second year, but she learned that you were not only enthusiastic about quidditch, but your skills were unmatched. She was quick to make you a chaser, your fast skills and sleek tricks making you the perfect candidate. You helped the team to the best of your abilities not only playing well and helping them to victory, but also having a cheery personality, making friends with all the players and comforting the team after losses. You became the hufflepuff quidditch team’s darling. Your happy personality and love for quidditch made it impossible for anyone not to be drawn to you, but, you guessed it, there was a catch. The happiest people still have a reason to frown and your reason was Oliver Wood. 

He’d been your first crush at Hogwarts. You first saw him at a gryffindor vs slytherin match, a keeper and a mighty good one. He was so fast and had incredible skill, you couldn’t help but catch feelings for the handsome brunette. You decided you wanted to talk to him. 

It was hard since you were in different houses and different years, but you tried. Before a match against gryffindor one day, you caught up with a couple of your pals, Fred and George Weasley, to ask them about Oliver. “Hey Fred, Hey George!” You called out to them while they made their way to the changerooms. “Hey y/n, what brings you over here?” Fred smiles over at you. “Just wanted to wish good luck to my favourite twins of course, you’ll need it.” You laugh, reaching up to rustle their short red hair. The twins laugh. “There’s something else I can tell.” George narrows his eyes at you and you grin a bit. “Okay you got me. There is something.” Fred nods for you to go on. “Can you tell me a bit about Oliver?” The twins look to each other, sharing a similar cringe on their faces. “Oliver? As in Oliver Wood,” Fred questions. You nod. “You don’t fancy him do you y/n?” George asks, cocking an eyebrow. “I might think he’s cute.” You grin sheepishly. “Listen y/n.” George rubs the back of his neck. “Oliver’s a great lad, but he’s not someone I’d try and have a relationship with, at least not right now.” He concludes. You look at him confused. “Well he is two years older than us and he’s a bit… Intense.” Fred finishes for him. Right as you open your mouth to ask for details, the man himself Oliver Wood comes marching through the change room doors and looks at the twins. “What are you two doing out here talking to our rival? Come on they’re about to talk strategy and I wouldn't’ want a stupid hufflepuff hearing it.” He spits the word hufflepuff out like it was poison. 

You feel your confidence falter and tears prick your eyes. “Come on now Oliver, she’s our friend, no need to get aggressive.” Fred tries to reason with Oliver, noticing the sadness on your face. Oliver simply rolls his eyes and steps back inside, shouting a quick hurry up. The twins look at you apologetically, you wave them off and start to walk to your own team's changeroom, disappointment written on your face. 

Even after hufflepuff won the match, you didn’t feel like celebrating, as soon as your seeker caught the snitch you were ecstatic but, Oliver had walked past you on your way out of the pitch, muttering ‘stupid hufflepuff, I’ll bet she was listening to us.’ That cut deep, leaving a permanent frown on your face even while the rest of your house partied. 

You were now in your fifth year and had been appointed captain of the hufflepuff team, after most of your teammates graduated, and you were overjoyed. You’d spent the whole summer thinking up strategies and new tactics and now you would be able to try them out. Throughout the school your friends had given you pats on the back and congratulations, they knew you’d been working on this since you stepped in the Hogwarts walls, and they were happy for you. Oliver on the other hand acted as though he was furious you’d achieved your goal. You had lost feelings for the keeper over summer but he continued with the constant ridiculing ever since that game all those years ago, calling you fake, not even that good, or just saying outright untrue things about you to anyone who would listen, and even though you didn’t fancy him anymore the comments still cut deep. It brought sadness to you every time you heard he’d mock you. You used to cry over these things, but you learned to build a wall to protect yourself from Oliver’s judgement. It was his last year anyways. You wouldn’t have to deal with his bullying any longer. 

“I heard y/n shagged the last captain to get the position she’s in now, what a whore.” You hear a voice whisper, Oliver. You sigh. It was going to be a long year. 

Practice with your new team was fun, making sure the new members felt welcome and running over old strategies with ones who’d been on the team in previous years. You were having a blast with everyone, until a voice called out. “Beat it puffs! We’ve got the pitch today.”

 You sigh, apologizing to Cedric who you were conversing with and flying down to meet the angry gryffindor. 

“I’m sorry Oliver, but I got the pitch booked with Sprout yesterday.” You pull out the slip of parchment residing in your pocket. “Doesn’t matter, I’ve got new players too y’know.” He scoffs his thick Scottish accent rolling off his tongue. “We’ve only just started, listen if you can give me an ho-” Oliver rolls his eyes and cuts you off. “I don’t care l/n, I don’t listen to little fakers who buy their way into positions and shag their way into captain.” He remarks, looking bored. Blood rushes to your face in anger and sadness. You drop your broom as your hand goes limp, your head hung down, not wanting him to see your tears. “What’s wrong l/n, you gonna cry?” 

Cedric touches down and tries to pull you away, but you’re frozen trying to blink the tears out of your eyes. 

“Oliver that’s enough.” Fred pushes his way to the front and puts his hand on Oliver’s shoulder. The gryffindor captain rolls his eyes. “Why are you defending the slut? You know I’m not wrong, she doesn’t deserve anything she has now.” He laughs a little.

You feel yourself burst.

“What the hell did I do to you?!” You lift your face and scream, letting the tears of anger and sadness slip down your face. “What did I do, that was so bad, so terrible, that made you want to bully me since I was twelve?!” You march closer to him, letting him see the pain he caused you. “I’ve barely spoken to you once and you built up this, this hate for me. Calling me fake, a slut, that I don’t deserve what I have. Do you know how hard I’ve worked for all this? Practicing daily, keeping up with school work, getting injured and hurt in games AND dealing with your ridiculing?!” You shout, letting years of anger be expressed, you see a flash of regret in the seventh year's eyes, but you couldn’t care less. “I wanted to be your friend Oliver, but without getting to know me you spread rumors about me, call me names, and you don’t care! I’m sick of being quiet about it, why can’t you just leave me alone!?” You finish. Oliver is stunned to silence letting your words sink in. You were right, he knew that, he never did get to know you. He just didn’t know how else to deal with the weird emotion he got when he saw you or the way his stomach burst into butterflies when he heard you laugh. So he shoved his emotions to the side and tried to convince himself you were this horrible person in order get rid of the feeling, but it never worked, so he continued, always hoping you’d brush it off and move on, but here he was standing shocked in front of you as tears ran down your red cheeks. He realized then that the feeling inside him was love, but it was far, far too late. You ran, ran away from him, any hope he was a good person and the idea that the two of you could be together one day. You ran from the toxicity of the way Oliver treated you and you ran from being hurt anymore. 

“You’re a piece of shit, you know that Wood. Y/n has done nothing to you and you treat her like the scum at the bottom of your shoe, I hope you’re happy with yourself.” Cedric shouts at the shocked gryffindor. The sixth year hufflepuff had watched you pine over Oliver since he was in his third year. He had a massive crush on you, but could never say anything in fear he’d ruin your friendship. He’d watched Oliver mistreat you for years, and watched as you held onto the hope he’d change, but Oliver had gone to the last straw and he couldn’t hold back his feelings anymore. He calls down the rest of the team and turns back to the gryffindors. “Enjoy the pitch.” Cedric says sarcastically to Oliver, patting him on the shoulder with a menacing smile, before turning and running after you. 

The rest of the team didn’t feel like playing anymore. Feeling sick to their stomachs after this encounter. Oliver turns around, but no one will look him in the eyes. Even the twin’s usual happy demeanor is gone and they’re glaring daggers into Oliver. “You fucked up, you know that right? You know, y/n had a crush on you since the second year, but your egotistical ass couldn't see how great of a person she is and instead ruined any chances of ever being with her, can’t believe she’d see something in someone like you.” Fred seethed, no one talked to his friends like that. He and George storm away and the rest of the team turn and follow, throwing disapproving looks at Oliver. Fred was right. You were right. He was the biggest idiot in the world, and now he’d have to deal with the consequences.

Cedric found you running into an empty girls washroom, he didn’t want to intrude, but he knew it was empty, and he knew you needed help. He steps inside and doesn’t hesitate to run to you and wrap you into his arms. You hug back and sob into Cedric’s shoulder. “W-what did I do w-wrong?” You sniffle and cry into his quidditch robes. “Nothing love, nothing. He’s an arsehole and doesn’t deserve you. He’s an idiot, walking around with a broomstick up his ass.” he smiles when he hears a small giggle from you. “You’re right Ced, he does look like he’s got a stick up his ass when he walks.” You stop crying to laugh a bit, wrapping your arms tighter around Cedric’s torso. 

“Listen, you're perfect darling, and if he can’t see it, I know I can.” Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Cedric takes a deep breath before continuing. “I know this isn’t the best time, but Merlin y/n, I’ve fancied you since the day I saw you do quidditch try-outs, zipping around like a pro on your broom, showing up everyone else on that pitch,” he sighs. “I saw you fall in love with Wood, pine over him even though he treats you like trash and push off his comments about you. Y/n, you’re so strong, so kind, so beautiful, so smart. Don’t let someone like Oliver get you down. He’ll never be worth it.” He finishes, gliding his thumb up and down your face. You blush. “Thank you Cedric, but I don’t know if I’m ready yet.” You sniffle, looking guilty. Cedric smiles. “I’ll wait for you darling, no matter how long it takes. I’ll be here with arms wide open.” He holds you tighter, kissing the top of your head. You smile. “Thank you Cedric, so much. I will come around I promise.” You sniffle before laughing into his shoulder. 

You knew then that you found the person you were really supposed to be with for the rest of your life. Cedric brought smiles to your face, while Oliver brought tears. Cedric admired your skills and knowledge, while Oliver doubted them. Cedric made you feel happy, supported, smart, beautiful. Things Oliver could never, and you realized. Sometimes it’s better to let go, than to hold on.

Oliver watched from the side as you fell in love with Cedric. Watched as the hufflepuff golden boy walked you to class, sat with you at lunch, hugged you after games and supported your dreams. Oliver did his best to move on, but was reminded daily of what he lost. Fred and George never looked at him the same, he saw you smile and laugh with Cedric by your side. That should be him, he thinks to himself a lot. If he had been kind, talked to you, got to know you. Maybe he would be the man you hugged, kissed, loved. The man who was by your side. He lost his chance and all he could do now was watch as you fell in love with someone new. 

Cedric Diggory had filled the hole in your heart Oliver had left. He showed you what real love felt like and showed you how you should be treated, and in the end, you did come around. After Cedric had caught the snitch in a match against slytherin you flew up to him, grabbed his shirt and tugged him towards you, letting your lips crash against his for everyone to see. It only lasted a couple seconds, but it warmed you to the core, sealing the realization Cedric was the one for you, it brought a smile across your face. “Did I do it?” Cedric’s grin grows impossibly wide as he takes your hand in his. He just won the match and the girl of his dreams! He had to be imagining things. “You did.” You confirm, squeezing his calloused fingers. Cedric laughs and whoops in celebration, pulling you around the pitch in a victory lap, holding your hand for all to witness before the two of you touched down. Cedric brings you in for another kiss, and the spectators roars in excitement. The brunette smiles into your lips, and as you pull away you whisper into his ear. “Thank you Cedric, for showing me true love.” 

And all Oliver could do was regret

[jamesfvckingpotter]

remus lupin baking headcanons

Okay so this one's for a very close friend of mine, @reeforremus . Happy birthday Ree, I love you and I hope you enjoy this :) <3

Remus grew up in a small town in Wales, without any brother or sisters. Because of his condition he also didn't really have any friends in his neighbourhood.

This absence of other children in his life caused him to spend a lot of time with his parents, especially his mother.

Lyall was often out at work, but Hope had quit her job after Remus was bitten to take care of him.

This was how Remus was introduced to baking at a very young age, spending his days in the kitchen with his mother, learning about different types of batter and dough.

During these moments, Remus could forget about his condition. He could forget about the mean things that the kids at school said about his scars. He could just completely get lost in all the different textures and smells and flavours that baking involved.

As he got older and his transitions got worse, baking was what kept him sane. In the nights before the full moon, when he could feel the wolf close under his skin, he would sneak downstairs in the middle of the night, to bake anything.

It helped him clear his mind, gave him the distraction that he needed. The feel of the cake batter, cool in his hands, calmed him down. These late night baking sessions made him feel at peace.

When Remus heard that he had been let into Hogwarts, he was excited but also scared. He hadn't been expecting to actually get in because of his lycanthropy. The more he thought about it, the more convinced he got that it was a bad idea. He couldn't shake the thought that he was a monster, no matter how many times his parents denied that.

Hope noticed her son's worry and the day before he would be leaving, she bought dozens of baking ingredients for different cakes and pastries. After she had woken Remus up, she told him that he shouldn't be afraid. That he was strong and brave and that he deserved to be happy.

Following her speech, she took her son to the kitchen and they spent the entire day baking, talking and laughing. The day was perfect and it would forever remain one of Remus' happiest memories, actually being the one he thought of the very first time he produced a patronus.

At Hogwarts, there were almost no opportunities for him to bake anymore. He finally had friends to do other stuff with, like pulling pranks, which he loved, but he still missed baking.

Somehow, and even now Remus was still at a loss about how they did it, his friends found out about his love for baking.

For his birthday in their second year, they had secretly arranged for all four of them to spend the day in the kitchens. Remus nearly cried with joy when he found out and he swore he could've kissed his friends at that moment (and if that feeling was particularly strong about one of them, then what about it).

However his initial happiness quickly turned into desperation when he got confronted with his friends' lack of baking skills. Between James cutting butter with his wand and Peter trying to eat raw eggs, Remus was sure he had landed in Hell.

He was pleasantly surprised about Sirius though. Other than the fact that he used spells for certain things that Remus preferred to do the Muggle way, Sirius was quite good at baking. At least he wasn't trying to melt chocolate by dropping it into a pot of boiling water, like a certain Potter was doing.

Despite the fact that Sirius and Remus couldn't go for two minutes without saving James or Peter from killing themselves someway, Remus didn't think he had ever had more fun while baking.

After a day full of laughter and some tears (Remus couldn't keep them in when James dropped the cake he had worked on for two hours), the four of them decided to make this an annual thing.

Every year on Remus' birthday they went down to the kitchens, and spent the day baking and messing around.

James and Peter actually started to learn, and when they had their final baking day in seventh year, they managed to not burn or drop anything. It was a proud moment. Until the very end when James decided that they couldn't break such a tradition and put his finger under boiling water. But oh well, who cares if you end a perfect day in the dorm, or in the hospital wing.

Ree darling, please make sure your day doesn't end in the hospital wing. Have a good one love :)

[va9art]

Albeit being a tad bit late to the celebrations, this is me wishing you the happiest of year ahead in the most obvious way I know how to: through my favourite fandom and characters.

The Decadent Boys have joined the Debutante Girls for a New Year’s Eve pic that has gone utterly, and quite obviously, wrong.

From the left: Daphne Greengrass rushing to kiss her dearest of friend, Pansy Parkinson, for no other reason than pure good luck. A tradition Pansy herself is not too keen to dismiss so easily as it has proven in the past years to bring her a renewed kind of luck that keeps her loved ones close, hence why she is seen, on a rather exceptional occasion, throwing kisses. Theodore Nott bringing Daphne’s sister, Astoria Greengrass, a level above, as she is always moaning around about how nobody ever takes her quite seriously, being the youngest, and how that makes her feel still so small. In an attempt to prove her wrong, not only Theo misjudges how altogether Astoria is not that small anymore and doesn’t weight that little either, but also how terribly excited she gets when someone surprises her with a non aristocratic thing out of pure generosity; hence the stumbling, the struggling and the regrets at the whole idea, quickly forgotten when the finest of fairy wine is about to hit the floor without having gone through Theo’s palate and stomach first. Draco Malfoy embracing Blaise Zabini embracing Millicent Bulstrode, all quite set for the pic with appropriate hats and party blower. Draco, who’s now very intrigued by the guest of honour of the night and has finally picked up his beaten mood in attending another ‘boring and uneventful gala attended by their parents in addition to that’, isn’t really paying much attention to the bickering happening just a shoulder over, wherein a rather smug Blaise is shoving his latest conquests -mind the plural in there, darling- in Millie’s face to which she laughs out right and reminds him how he still looks twelve, sexy smirk working or not. (Some days after she will find a picture of them at her 9th birthday party in which they stood side by side embracing just as they did on the NYE’s pic and where he’d worn the exactly same silly party hat he had the other night; she would then go on and laugh, right in his face, for about an hour at how he kept smiling at each pic of the day fully knowing he had his front tooth missing due to a broom incident occurred earlier in the week). They are little fuckers but they are my favourite fuckers. Happy New Year 🥳