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[blogofsara]

Happy late birthday Sophie 💛

Last Sunday was the birthday of a really special girl for me, I'm talking about my best friend @sophiediesocke, she is a very kind and sweet girl who always knows how to cheer me up. Since we never got confirmation of what happened to Russell's and Amy's relationship, I edited the kissing scene to make it look like it was their wedding, this is your gift Sophie, you deserve it 💛.

[codfanficedits]

One mistake - Part Seven.

Pairing: Simon 'Ghost' Riley x fem!Reader - She/her pronouns being used

Summary: Simon lost you after making a mistake on a mission.

Wordcount: 1280 | Rating: E (18+ only!)

Warnings: cussing, swearing, grieving, angst with no comfort, conversation, blaming, therapist, moving on after losing a loved one.

A/N: Part seven! Simon is moving onn.

Part 1 ~ Part 2 ~ Part 3 ~ Part 4 ~ Part 5 ~ Part 6 ~AO3 Link

243 days.

God it has been 243 days. And while his grief for you is a token of the love he holds for you, life is moving on, Simon is moving on. He no longer spends his days and nights in his bed, instead he goes out, out in the open, out to visit a coffee shop, a bookstore, the park.

He treats life as if he had died and had begged God for a second chance, taking in every detail of the beauty of life.

243 days. He has missed your birthday, you have missed his. But don’t worry, he took a cupcake to your empty grave and sang for you. You still visit him in his dreams, and while he still wakes up missing you, longing for you in his bed, he is grateful to have you visit him even if it is through his nightmares and dreams.

He no longer has therapy sessions with Sarah, although they have helped him a whole lot, he is okay by himself, the flashbacks no longer taunt him and when this mind wanders back to that day, he can put himself back in the narrative, telling you that he loves you, that he wishes life could have been different.

Simon even went back to work, not to his full extend yet, that is a little too much, just yet. But he is getting there, and he hopes that you’re proud of him.

The grieving has become easier over time, and with it came a little bit of guilt, for the longest time it felt like he was forgetting you.

But he is not. You’ll always have a spot in his heart, he can never really forget you. Although he can only remember your face from the pictures and video’s, he remembers you. Although your voice isn’t the same in every dream, flashback or video, he still remembers you. You left your mark on his heart and he won’t get rid of it.

Simon takes in the ambiance of the little coffeeshop that he is in, waiting for his date to arrive. Sophie had been a nice girl, she isn’t you, obviously she isn’t you, and it took him a few weeks to get used to it. He stopped looking for you in her eyes, and while she will never leave such a mark on him as you did, she is pretty amazing. Simon told her upfront about you, how you always be a part of his life, through his work, through the apartment he shared with you, through him. And Sophie was okay with that, Sophie had no intention to replace you, no Sophie knew that she could live alongside Simon’s love for you.

A smile breaks out on his face when he spots here, a little wave following quick.

“There you are!” Happiness in his voice.

“Yeah, sorry I’m late.” You were never late.

“Don’t worry about it, I’m glad you’re here.” She kisses him on his cheek after those words.

And it took him a while, but he can smile after the small gesture, it no longer feels like a betrayal towards you, after all, he would’ve wanted you to move on too, it is only fair that he allows himself the same.

His eyes soften when he smiles at her, it was like a tug at his heart strings that he had long ago thought were cut.

“Going back to the taskforce.” Simon eventually says.

That piques her interest. “For long?”

“Nah, it’s for a birthday party.” Simon shrugs.

A little bit of an awkward air lingers around the both of them, neither of them sure what to say next. Sophie wants to ask if she can come, but she respects his space too much, she respects the walls around him too much to just barge in and demand he takes them down. Besides, the base is the only place where she hasn’t stepped foot in to replace you.

On the other side of the table is Simon, wanting to invite you, but worried that he is just using her to drive out the memories of you, worried that his teammates will think that he is getting over you way too quick. Worried that people will judge the level of love he has for you.

“So,” Simon clears his throat. “It’s Soap’s birthday, and we’re celebrating tomorrow evening.”

“And I know we haven’t been dating for long, but maybe, maybe you’d like to come?”

A deep breath. No reaction.

“Yes.” Sophie smiles while she talks. “Yes, I would like that. I’ve heard a lot about them, can’t wait to finally meet them.”

A smile tugs around his lips. “Good, good.”

“So, I’ll pick you up around 7ish, and I’ll drive us to base. Just wear something casual, they’re soldiers, so don’t expect anything too fancy.”

Even after 243 days he can’t help but feeling like a traitor, inviting another woman to the base the two of you used to serve at.

Sophie smiles at him, her worries melting away at his relaxed demeanour.

“8ish.” She repeats. “I’ll make sure to be casually dressed.” She presses a kiss on his cheek again. “I have to get back to my work, but it was nice to see you in my lunchbreak.”

Simon lets out a sigh when he is all alone in the coffeeshop again. Oh how life went different than he had hoped, but he was content. His eyes take in the scenery once more.

You would have loved it here.

He puts his car into park while he waited for Sophie to get out of her apartment, his leg bouncing against the steering wheel, he could feel himself getting nervous, as if he would bring Sophie in to your territory. As if he would take away the final thing on this mortal earth that was only yours. Simon tried to push those thoughts away when he saw Sophie leave her house, a bright smile on her face. He could see that she had tried to dress casual, but it was a little too perfect to be casual, and it warmed his heart.

She kissed him when she entered his car. It was endearing to him, all feelings of guilt being pushed to the side when his lips touched hers.

“You look amazing.” He complimented her. A soft blush forming on her face. Her hand rested on his knee when he started the drive. It was quiet and he still wasn’t used to it. You, his teammates, his captain, the lot of you would always tease him about his bad driving skills. But not Sophie, she was missing out on the inside joke.

“It can be quite rowdy on base.” Simon warned her.

“That’s okay.” She said with a faint smile.

“Good, good.” He muttered.

A soft squeeze on his knee, and a smile formed on his lips.

Simon tried to focus on the road, pushing away every single thought inside of his mind. He shouldn’t feel guilty for moving on, he shouldn’t feel guilty for bringing his new girlfriend to his base. He shouldn’t be so nervous about his teammates meeting Sophie.

He shouldn’t. But he was.

A deep breath emerged from his lips when he parked the car on the base, taking in the atmosphere.

“Ready?” He asked.

“Ready.” She nodded.

When he exited the car, he took in his base, the memories of you flooding in again. Sophies hand in his shook him out of it, and he smiled at her.

He let in the commotion, the rowdy, loud cheering happening all around.

“Simon!” Price calling out over the parking lot. “We have something you should see.”

[seeminglyranch87]

Taylor & Travis Timeline

October 2023 - part 1

October 1 - Travis is seen leaving Taylor's NYC apartment around 11am. Travis heads back to his hotel where the team is staying before his Chiefs vs Jets Game at MetLife Stadium

Taylor attends the Chiefs vs Jets game at MetLife Stadium, NJ, with Blake Lively, Ryan Reynolds, Hugh Jackman, Shawn Levy, Donna Kelce, Sophie Turner, Sabrina Carpenter, Brittany Mahomes, Melanie Nyema, Austin Swift & girlfriend Sydney Ness, Ashley Avignone, Robyn Lively, and more. The camera cut to Taylor approx. 17 times during the game and the Eras Tour film trailer played twice during ad breaks. Taylor was seen hugging Donna, saying "you're amazing, I don't know how you do it" when the score was 20-20. Taylor was also seen mimicking Travis. The NFL change their tiktok and twitter pages again to reference Taylor's attendance. Various media outlets post footage of Taylor at the game, Travis likes a post of Taylor's reaction to a Chiefs touchdown. The Chiefs won 23-20.

After the game, Taylor was pictured leaving Zero Bond in the early hours of October 2. (x)

October 3 - Taylor is at Electric Lady Studios, walking in with Keleigh Teller. Taylor's shirt is referencing the song 'Any Man of Mine' by Shania Twain, the first lyrics of which are (x)

"This is what a woman wants Any man of mine better be proud of me"

Her hat says "Still Here", possibly referencing her Karma lyric

"Ask me why so many fade, but I'm still here"

October 3 is also National Boyfriend Day.

US Weekly releases an article with quotes from 6 sources on "Why Taylor isn't hiding her romance with Travis Kelce" (x)

"Taylor has decided she's not going to hide anymore"

"She's going to be her authentic self and enjoy life"

The two "talk every day"

"Taylor's really enjoying getting to know Travis, they're taking it day by day, but she has high hopes. She likes that he's a normal nice guy. He's down-to-earth and isn't affected by fame. She also thinks he's hot"

"Travis is completely smitten"

"Taylor is at a point in her life where she's no longer willing to hold back. If something feels right - like it does with Travis - she's jumping in with both feet. She's very happy and loving life right now"

October 4 - Ep 57 of New Heights airs, part of the title is "The NFL Needs to Calm Down" (x)

"Is the NFL overdoing it? What is your honest opinion on how the NFL is treating celebrities at games?" asks Jason

"I think it's fun when they show who is at the game, I think it brings a little bit more to the atmosphere, brings a little bit more to what you're watching but at the same time I think they're overdoing it a little bit for sure, especially my situation. I think they're just trying to have fun with it... [the celebrities] are not there to get thrown on TV" responds Travis

October 5 - It's Travis' birthday today! He turns 34.

Donna Kelce makes an appearance on the 'Got it From My Momma' podcast. When asked what her favourite Taylor Swift song is, she responds (x)

"I think probably 'Shake It Off' -- we're getting a lot of that lately, about haters," Donna said with a laugh. 

When asked if she's surprised about the infatuation surrounding Taylor and Travis' relationship

"I feel like I'm in an alternate universe because it's something that I've never been involved with ever before," Donna said. 

The NFL release a statement in response to the New Heights podcast episode discussing the NFL "overdoing" coverage of Taylor at the Chiefs games, saying (x)

"The Taylor Swift and Travis Kelce news has been a pop cultural moment we've leaned into in real time, as it's an intersection of sport and entertainment, and we've seen an incredible amount of positivity around the sport."

DJ's Loud Luxury post to IG with a video of Travis saying "POV taylor's bf came to your show before swifties found out about football", to which Travis likes and comments saying "I was turnt up!!" (x)

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October 6 - Travis speaks at a press conference. When asked about how he is adjusting to public interest in his relationship with Taylor, he says (x x)

"As all the attention comes, it feels like I was on top of the world after the Super Bowl and right now, even more on top of the world. So it's fun,"

“We’re learning with the paparazzi just taking photos from all over the place. But at the same time, it comes with it,” he continued. “You got a lot of people that care about Taylor for good reason. You just got to keep living and learning and enjoying the moments. At the end of the day, I’ve always been pretty good at compartmentalising and being able to stay focused in this building.”

“I always check myself and my ego at the door and make sure that I come in with a clear mind,” he said, before being asked his thoughts on Swift’s world. “It’s worldwide, it’s worldwide, man. It’s been magnified for sure, though.”

A report comes out stating that the NFL asked its networks to promote the Taylor Swift Eras Tour Film at the Chiefs vs Jets game, likely in a bid to get Taylor to perform at the Super Bowl halftime show. (x)

October 6 - Taylor reportedly flew to Kansas City "to see Travis" for his birthday to have a "chill night" (x). A sneaky little visit for Trav's birthday.

October 7 - Taylor leaves Kansas City.

Travis flies into Minnesota for the Chiefs vs Vikings game

October 8 - Travis plays in the Chiefs vs Vikings game in Minnesota. Travis injures his ankle during the game but after an x-ray he returns to the field and scores a touchdown. The Chiefs win 27-20 (x) (x) (x)

Travis would later post pictures of this walk-in fit with the caption (x)

"keep it chill like Sauvignon Blanc"

These are lyrics from the song "Lil Boo Thang" by Paul Russell, which contains other lyrics such as

"I'll be shootin' that shot like 2K, girl"

"But I'm tryna get to know you at least Don't take my talkin' to you wrong I can keep it chill like a sauvignon blanc I'ma keep it real when your man long gone If you're lookin' for a friend, then you got the wrong song"

"You a ten, baby girl, but I'm the one"

October 9 - The Messenger puts out an article in which a source states (x x)

"[Travis] jokes [Taylor] is his good luck charm.

“Taylor is having the time of her life at these football games cheering on Travis. [Taylor] and her friends are fully embracing this era and are having a lot of fun being there. Taylor has worked very hard this last year and It’s fun for her to bring all of her friends along, let loose and show support.”

October 11 - Taylor is in LA for her Taylor Swift: The Eras Tour Film premiere. She shuts down The Grove, LA to host a red carpet and early screening event with selected fans, wearing a very 1989-coded blue Oscar de la Renta dress.

Travis, take note, she loved us first <3

TMZ releases an article saying that Taylor intends to attend Travis' next game. The question is, will Travis play with his injured ankle? (x)

"Sources with direct knowledge tell TMZ Taylor plans to travel to Missouri to watch Travis and the Kansas City Chiefs take on the Denver Broncos"

October 12 - Taylor attends Arrowhead Stadium to support Travis as the Kansas Chiefs take on Denver Broncos. Taylor is seen cheering on the team alongside Donna Kelce and Ed Kelce. Chiefs defeat Broncos 19 - 8 (x)

The Eras Tour concert film is released today (a day early) due to high demand in the USA and Canada (x)

October 13 - I go to see the Eras Tour concert film! just an FYI :)

October 14 - Taylor, Travis and friends fly to NYC

Taylor and Travis photographed holding hands as they arrive at Nobu, NYC, publicly confirming that they are a couple (x)

Taylor and Travis make guest appearances on SNL - Travis makes a cameo at the end of a sketch parodying the NFL frenzy over their romance. Taylor introduces Ice Spice as the musical guest. (full skit x) SNL IG (x x)

Taylor & Travis attend the SNL afterparty at Catch Steak NYC (x)

According to People (x) (x)

“Taylor and Travis were there all night and they were so smiley, they were so happy,” the source says. “They were so talkative. They were really fun. They talked to every single person in the room that talked to them.” “They were super cool. Super nice, super happy,” the insider adds, noting that Swift and Kelce stayed at the party “until after 4 a.m.” The source also says the pair was definitely not shy with each other.

Although Swift and Kelce “mingled separately,” the pro athlete “kept going over to her and checking in on her every little while, like, ‘Are you good?’ ” the source says. "He was going over and touching her, putting his hand on her lower back or putting his hands on her waist and then they would do a little kiss and then they would go back to talking to whoever they were talking to. He gave her space to talk to other people in the room, and he talked to a ton of people in the room too."

Swift and the Kansas City Chiefs player reportedly carved out some private time at the party, as well. The insider said there was a moment when Travis placed his hands on the “Bejewled” singer’s shoulders “so they're face to face, and then he takes both his hands and grabs her waist. They're leaning in, they're kissing each other." A source told PEOPLE that despite their busy schedules, Swift and Travis are giving romance "a real try." The insider said, "There's not some looming date like, 'Oh, she's going back on tour' and 'his football schedule is getting crazy.' They'll figure it out. He's said it himself, he knows what he signed up for with this attention, but they've spent time under the radar too. They're giving things a real try."

October 15 - Travis attends Eagles vs Jets game to support his brother Jason Kelce at MetLife Stadium, NJ. He is seen leaving Taylor's NYC apartment. Travis is given a friendship bracelet with beads spelling out "on the map" referencing a tiktok trend. He smiles and holds it to his heart. (x) (x)

Taylor & Travis are pictured leaving The Waverly Inn, NYC (x).

A nosey diner shares her observations of Taylor & Travis getting cosy (x)

Annie Williamson told The Messenger. "It looked super romantic and was super intimate."

"I cannot emphasize enough how close they were sitting, like so close and snuggled up."

Ms Williamson also shared a video of the couple leaving the restaurant (x). Thank you for your service Annie 🫡

Erin Andrews and Charissa Thompson remind their listeners of the Calm Down with Erin and Charissa podcast recorded on August 3 where they implore Taylor to date their friend Travis (x)

“please try our friend Travis. He is fantastic” 

to which Travis commented on IG

“😂😂 You two are something else!! 🙌🏻🙌🏻 I owe you big time!!”

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[cvldbones]

one single thread of gold

chapter 3 (of 11): twenty-one

Where she once thought she had carefully excised the parts of her that had been touched by Anthony Bridgerton, he finds a way to seep back into her bloodstream. It is so typical of them, she thinks. How could it have been any other way? Over the course of a decade, Kate and Anthony keep finding, and losing, and choosing each other.

Sometimes I go blurry-eyed Small talk and you tell me that you're on fire Lights on and it's black and white, I couldn't stay forever

***

Kate bustles through the crowded pub, pulling her curls out of her coat. She mutters half-hearted apologies to the other patrons as she shoves her way towards the table in the back corner. Finally collapsing with a huff into the booth, she offers Sophie a grateful smile when she pushes a beer with an overly generous pour in Kate’s direction.

“Sorry I’m late. The train took bloody ages. I am suddenly reminded why I do not come out on Friday nights,” Kate half-yells over the noise, and Sophie rolls her eyes.

“It doesn’t help that it’s bloody freezing, so everyone is in here instead of on the patio. I thought March was supposed to be considered spring?”

“I don’t know that we get spring here. We go straight from winter into summer and back again.”

“That sounds about right.”

Kate tugs her jacket off her shoulders, tossing it unceremoniously beside her in the booth. Her eyes scan the room looking for the rest of their friends, and she spots Rachel and Elaine at the bar, two large pitchers in hand, so she fixes her attention back on Sophie, taking a healthy sip of her beer. “I’m surprised you could make it tonight,” she says, delicately.

Sophie raises an eyebrow. “And why is that?”

“Well, I don’t see a particular Bridgerton man glued to your hip, so – ”

Her best friend groans, playfully slapping Kate’s shoulder even as a flush creeps up her neck. “We’re not that bad.”

“I think this is the first time in – what – a month? That I’ve seen you without him. Not that I’m complaining,” Kate adds, quickly. She knocks their shoulders together to emphasize her teasing. “I’m both very happy to see you and very happy for you. It’s nice, seeing you so… besotted.”

Sophie sputters out her drink, nearly choking on her laughter. “Besotted? Oh, my god, you need to stop reading those stupid romance novels and actually get laid. Besotted?”

Kate waggles her eyebrows at the same moment that their other friends join the table. Giddy hellos and hugs are exchanged as beers are refilled, and the two newcomers pick up the thread of conversation, Elaine leaning forward conspiratorially, elbows propped on the table. “Did she tell you why Mr. Bridgerton is not joining us this evening?”

Sophie moans in false irritation, covering her face with her hands, and Kate laughs openly. “Well, of course not. Why?”

“He’s doing a pub crawl with his family tonight, for his little sister’s eighteenth birthday. Is that not the most sickeningly wholesome thing you’ve ever heard?”

Her traitorous heart skips a beat. “His whole family?” Kate asks, and she thinks her voice comes out mostly normal. Curious.

Sophie, of course, sees straight through her. Her former embarrassment is replaced quickly by a knowing smirk. “Anthony even came in from Oxford,” she replies, pointedly, with a raise of her eyebrows.

Kate’s tongue feels too big for her mouth. “That is sickeningly wholesome,” she manages to reply.

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[liaromancewriter]

Birthday Cake

Premise: Ethan Ramsey doesn’t like to celebrate his birthday. No one told his daughters that.

Book: Open Heart (post series) Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Cassie Valentine); feat. OC children Rating/Category: Teen. Fluff. Words: 875

A/N: In Lia Land, Ethan's birthday is on July 31. I forgot to mark the occasion, but better late than never. Submission for @choicesmonthlychallenge August challenge, birthday dialogue prompt (in bold). I'm also using @choicesflashfics week 46, prompt 3 (in bold).

Ethan Ramsey couldn’t remember the last time he’d celebrated his birthday with a party. Cassie knew how much he detested the fanfare around that day and respected his wishes not to make a big deal out of it.

Besides, he much preferred their private celebrations. Their sex life had always been hot, but it was downright incendiary on anniversaries and birthdays.

The special day was a week away, and he’d already made plans. Naveen had given him the keys to his cabin while he spent the summer visiting family. The nanny would look after the girls, and his dad was coming up from Providence to spend the day with them.

Ethan was already salivating in anticipation of unwrapping his birthday present.

“You look pleased with yourself,” Cassie commented from the other side of the couch, lowering the tablet in her hand, brow arched in question.

It was Saturday afternoon, and they were spending a quiet day at home. The twins were on the floor, engrossed in their coloring books. He heard them whispering and giggling mischievously every now and then. But that was a common occurrence between them, and he didn’t give it any mind.

“Just thinking,” he drawled, dropping his voice after a quick glance at the girls, “about my birthday present. And how much I will enjoy unwrapping it, inch by slow inch.”

“You have my full attention,” Cassie laughed, throwing him a sultry wink. “Two words. Black. Lace.”

“Happy Birthday to me,” he chuckled, seductively running one index finger up her shorts-clad leg, enjoying how she shivered.

At four years old (four and a half, thank you very much), Eloise and Sophie Ramsey knew birthdays meant cake. The games and presents were nice too, but really, it was all about the cake.

Eloise liked chocolate cake best, with chocolate frosting and sprinkles. Lots of rainbow-colored sprinkles. Sophie didn’t mind chocolate, but she’d rather have yellow cake with cream and strawberries; the more, the better.

It was just too bad their birthday was still months and months away. Instead, they had to settle for coloring a slice of cake on the page, they thought, sharing a commiserating look with each other.

And then they heard Daddy say the magic words.

Ethan quickly dropped his hand when he heard the sound of rushing feet. Before he could react, his arms were full of two little girls, their bodies vibrating excitedly.

“Daddy, is it your birthday today?” they chorused, pulling at the front of his shirt.

“Can we have a party?” Sophie said winningly, twirling one finger around a lock of hair.

“And birthday cake,” Eloise said, smacking her lips in a gesture reminiscent of her mother.

Ignoring Cassie’s snort and “Busted!” comment, he struggled for balance as Eloise and Sophie climbed atop the couch. They surrounded him, caging him between themselves, their tiny hands patting his cheeks for attention.

“Can we? Please?”

“Please, Daddy. Please?”

“It’s not my birthday today,” he said, raising his voice to be heard over their incessant pleading.

“It’s next week,” Cassie piped in eagerly.

“Not helping, Rookie,” Ethan glared at her, using the old nickname as he did whenever she annoyed him.

The girls ignored them, talking out loud as they planned who to invite to the party. Their list seemed to include everyone they’d ever met in their life.

“Grandpa Alan, Uncle Naveen, Aunty Si and Uncle Max. And Noah and Belle and Amelia and Bailey—”

“Don’t forget Grandmother Livvy and Grandpa Robbie,” Eloise interrupted her sister impatiently. “And Uncle Bryce and Aunt Rora.”

“Daddy, can we get a clown for the party?” Sophie asked.

“I want a magician,” Eloise added, tripping over the word so that it sounded like ‘maj-shun’.

“No, we cannot,” Ethan said grumpily, his scowl designed to dampen their enthusiasm. It didn’t work as he’d intended.

“Why not?” Eloise shot back.

She lifted her chin mulishly, green eyes firing in a surprisingly adult manner. However, Sophie’s eyes pooled with tears, making Ethan feel like a heel.

“Yeah, Dr. Ramsey, why not?” Cassie teased, lifting Sophie onto her lap as she scooted beside him on the couch.

“I never liked celebrating my birthday,” he explained calmly, looking down at his daughters.

Sophie was now cuddled against her mother, her face half-hidden, but he could see the damp spot forming on Cassie’s white top. If one thing was guaranteed to make him cave despite his best intentions, it was watching his daughters cry.

“We want cake,” Eloise said stubbornly, crossing her arms.

“How about we go to the bakery and get cake?” Ethan cajoled, feeling trapped.

“But that’s not a birthday cake,” Sophie argued, voice wobbly.

“A cake is a cake,” Ethan said reasonably, throwing Cassie a pleading look, hoping she’d back him up on this.

“A birthday cake is special,” Cassie nodded sagely. “Especially when it comes with balloons and pizza. Want to help me plan the party, girls?”

Traitor, Ethan thought in annoyance, shooting Cassie a look that promised retribution.

The twins jumped in delight, their voices bubbling over with excitement. And Ethan resigned himself to the inevitable as he watched his plans to seduce his wife go up in smoke.

Looks like he was having a birthday party.

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My Roommate's Sister: Part 1

hi, this is my first Florence story that I've been thinking about for a while and already have some parts written out that need proof reading before posting. Please let me know your thoughts, or if you have any prompts etc for me to work through!

When I stepped into the events room, my eyes darted around in search of the birthday girl. Eventually I found her stood with her back to the entrance, by a large wooden table which was flooded with people of all ages. I skipped across the dance floor, and nudged her with my hip. She span around the face me, her smile beaming.

"Happy birthday, sunshine" I shouted over the music, "I got you a present" I brought the bag that was in my hand to eye level and shook it excitedly. The birthday girl, also known as my roommate Arabella, squealed and wrapped her arms around my neck, squeezing me tightly.

"Thank you for coming" she took the gift bag from my hand and placed it on to the table in front of her, before tapping the shoulder of the woman sat closest to us on the table "Mum, this is Sophie, my roommate. Soph, this is my mum, Deb"

I stuck my hand out to shake the hand of the woman in front of me, but she stood up from her chair and wrapped her arms around me instead. I froze for a second, before wrapping my arms around the woman in return.

"It's nice to meet you" she said in my ear, as she pulled away from the hug, "How are you finding it, living with Bella and Co?"

I'd been living with Arabella, her boyfriend and a few of her friends for a few months since moving to the city, and I honestly was enjoying it. I'd lived alone in my last place, but it got lonely going from work straight home, just to sit in the living room with only the TV as company. When my tenancy agreement was coming to an end, I decided it was time to look for somewhere else, somewhere that had people. That's when I came across the advertisement online for a spare room in a spacious apartment at the other side of town. It was closer to work, closer to the bars I visited and an all round better location. Within 2 days of seeing the ad, I'd been to view the apartment and decided that it was definitely where I wanted to be. So I moved in 3 weeks later.

"She's a mess" I smirked, nudging Bella, "But they keep me company so I can't complain"

The truth is, I loved everyone I lived with. We hit it off from the day I went to view the apartment, and that was one of the reasons I decided to take the room. I'd promised myself that I would rather live alone, than live with roommates who I didn't get along with.

"Okay, come on. I'll introduce you to the rest of the family" before I knew it, she'd grabbed my hand and dragged me across the room, before stopping by three people, two of which I already knew as her siblings.

"Here she is, the birthday girl!" the guy said, nudging the girl beside him "Who's your friend?"

"This" Arabella replied, sitting down beside them and pulling me into the only spare space beside her and a blonde girl, "Is my roommate, Sophie. Soph, this is my sister Florence, you've already met these two dicks"

Raffie pulled me in to a quick hug, squeezing me tightly before letting go. "It's good to see you're still alive, I was starting to worry when you were never home when I visited! Thought Bella might have committed the unforgivable!"

I laughed at the younger siblings comment, "sorry little one, I've been working late to pay for a trip to see the family soon!" I turned to face the blonde, Florence, quickly "it's nice to finally meet you"

"uh, hi you too" Florence stuttered out, her cheeks growing pink in embarrassment, "sorry, you're really pretty and it's caught me off guard"

Arabella and Raffie shared a look, something I couldn't quite read but I felt like they were up to something. Before I could question it, or reply to Florence, Raffie jumped back in to the conversation, "hey Arabella, could you uh, come and have a look at that, uh, thing I was telling you about earlier?"

"the thing??? What thi-OH the thing, right, yes I'm coming" the girls disappeared into the crowd, leaving me stood with Florence and her brother. And to be honest, I was okay with that. I spent the rest of the night with them. But especially with Florence. I seemed to connect with her on the same level that I did with Arabella, if not better.

The night flew by. We danced, played some pool, danced some more, sang happy birthday, danced again, consumed a lot of alcohol and before we knew it, it was 2am and the venue was getting ready to close for the night. I ordered an Uber for myself and Arabella to get back to the apartment.

"Soph..." Arabella whispered in my ear, resting her head on my shoulder as we sat on the curb waiting for the Uber to arrive. She was very drunk, and I had one arm around her back keeping her steady.

"What's up, sunshine?"

"Where's Flossie?"

"Uhhh" I looked around until my eyes rest on a figure leaning against the wall a little further up the path. "Flo!" I summoned her. She looked up from her phone, before making her way towards us. She sat down beside me, grinning as her eyes landed on the state her sister was in.

"Happy birthday, sis" she chuckled, "It's nice to see you having a good time"

"How are you getting home?" I asked her, noticing that she didn't actually have anyone else with her anymore. I didn't like that. I didn't ever want to see someone get in a taxi on their own, I've heard too many horror stories.

"Taxi" she shrugged.

"Nope. You are not getting in a taxi on your own" I responded abruptly, "Come back with us, you can stay in my bed, and I'll stay on the sofa"

"Sophie, it's fine, honestly" She replied softly, "I'll be okay"

"I wouldn't forgive myself if anything happened to you, okay? So no, you're coming with us"

Florence rolled her eyes, but mumbled a thank you just as a car turned around the corner and came into view. Our Uber had arrived.

[fazbear-fangirl]

Part 3

~ Eight Years Ago ~

— — —

The party ends where it began: in the west arcade. This time, the spider robot is on the dance floor, DJ-ing.

The birthday girl loves the two new Roxy shirts that Sophie picked out for her. As predicted. Her mom had been all like “how did you know?” when Sophie was in the gift shop, as if her daughter doesn’t wear the same Roxy shirt to school every day. As if she’s not always grumpier on the days when she comes in with a plain shirt on. Sophie doesn’t know how she can stand wearing the same shirt multiple days in a row; she feels gross after wearing one shirt for two days. Now she has some to wash and some to wear.

The birthday girl hugs Sophie and shakes her up and down and squeals right into her ear and says “THANKYOUTHANKYOUTHANKYOU” even though they aren’t really friends. Sophie is mostly frozen stiff through the whole ordeal. It’s not a pleasant sensation. But knowing that her classmate is this happy because Sophie got the gift right makes her feel all warm and big on the inside, and there’s a slight smile on her face as she gets rattled around.

The troublemaker eventually comes back, sulking and dressed entirely in Fazbear Entertainment brand clothing. He’s too late to ruin the gift opening, which is satisfying. And then the end of the party is a big dance party with the arcade machines open again as parents slowly start to come and pick up their kids.

…

Time ticks on and Sophie starts to fill with dread. More and more kids are leaving, and the crowd that Sophie blends into gets thinner and thinner and thinner. She considers running off and letting the birthday girl’s mom think that her mom got her already, but she feels too sick to try. And what if her mom actually DOES come and then Sophie has to come out of hiding? That would be so embarrassing…

But soon it’s just Sophie, and the birthday girl, and the birthday girl’s best friend, and their moms. And then the reservation runs out and they’re all ushered out of the arcade. And then the birthday girl’s best friend and her mom have to leave. and then it’s just Sophie and the birthday girl and the birthday girl’s mom sitting on a random bench as the PizzaPlex’s clientele starts to age through the revolving doors.

“Did your mom say she was coming late?” The birthday girl’s mom asks.

Sophie shakes her head. She stares blankly at the floor, determined not to cry. Her face prickles with hot shame.

She feels the birthday girl’s mom’s eyes stay on her for a second. Then she sighs in frustration (making Sophie flinch) and turns away.

“Mommy!” the birthday girl whines, tugging her mother’s arm. “We’re gonna be late for dinner and the movie with Daddy!”

“We’re not late yet, sweetheart. And we can’t just leave Sophie alone here.”

“She can come with us!”

(Sophie lifts her head a little, something light beginning to bloom in her chest.)

“Honey, I can’t do that without permission from her mom. And we can’t reach her mom right now, so…”

(A big dirty shoe comes into Sophie’s chest and stamps on the tiny blossom.)

The birthday girl whines and turns away angrily.

“What’s the problem here, ladies?” asks an unfamiliar voice. All three of them look up to see a security guard - a nice-looking man with a goofy smile and a walkie-talkie.

“Ah,” says the birthday girl’s mom, looking embarrassed. “We’re fine! It’s just that our party is over, and her mom hasn’t picked her up yet, and we don’t know her number, and we have a dinner reservation in…” she glances at her watch, “half an hour, so- we’re just a little frazzled…”

The security guard beams. “Well, why didnt’cha tell one of us sooner? This happens all the time.”

“Really?”

“’Course! This is a big place, after all. All we need to do is find her guest pass…”

The security guard scans her face with a special tool. Sophie blinks and squints into the blue light.

“Aaand, here!” He turns his watch around to show the information on the tiny screen. “Her guardian’s phone number is right here on file. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m just gonna go call her from my office.”

He jogs off and Sophie lowers her head, embarrassed.

A few minutes later, the security guard runs back out. “Great news!”

“Really?”

“Yep! She’s in the car right now on her way here. Apparently it just slipped her mind!”

Sophie blinks.

The security guard squats in front of her. “And I’ve got a special message for you, pumpkin! She says she’s very sorry, and that you’re gonna get ice cream on the way home to make up for it!”

“That’s good!” the birthday girl’s mom exclaims, jostling Sophie’s shoulder. “Bet you’re excited about that!”

Sophie nods automatically, because it’s the right response.

“Since she’s already on her way, we might as well wait, then,” says the birthday girl’s mom. “Did she give an ETA?”

“Yep! She said about fifteen minutes.”

The birthday girl’s mom’s face falls. “It’s a fifteen minute drive to the restaurant…”

The birthday girl stares up at her mom with bated breath.

The security guard clicks his tongue. “I understand you can never be too careful, ma’am, but we do this all the time. If you want to head out, Sophie here and I can hang out in the Lost and Found, and I’ll give ya a call when she’s all picked up!”

“Could you?” the birthday girl’s mom asks, looking desperate.

The security guard nods. “Part of the job description,” he says with a smile.

The birthday girl’s mom glances to Sophie, then her own daughter, then sighs, pressing a hand to her face. She squats down in front of Sophie and puts a hand on her shoulder.

“Would that be okay, sweet pea? Would you be okay waiting here with the security guard for your mom?”

Sophie’s mind is struggling to compute some stuff, but she doesn’t have time to put everything together. She needs to have an answer for her right now. And Sophie’s classmate is very loud and can get very angry, and it’s her birthday, and her mom had been so nice to Sophie all day and now she looks so stressed and it’s Sophie’s fault. So she nods.

“You sure?”

Sophie nods again.

“Alright. And you’ll call me when she’s been picked up?”

“First thing,” says the security guard.

“Okay.” The birthday girl’s mom still looks hesitant, but her daughter tugs on her hand and she sighs. Letting the stress leave her expression, she leads her child towards the giant front doors.

“Alright, kiddo. You ready to see what's behind the scenes?” asks the security guard, jostling her shoulder.

Sophie doesn’t respond. She’s busy trying to make some things add up in her head.

He said that Sophie’s mom was going to buy her ice cream, but Sophie’s mom never buys ice cream.

He said that Sophie’s mom was in the car, but Sophie’s mom doesn’t have a car.

And he said that he called Sophie’s mom, and Sophie’s mom hasn’t paid the phone bill in two months.

“C’mon,” he says. “It’ll be an adventure!”

Sophie has no idea what to do.

She follows him.

[livia-dovehallow]

happy birthday to gabriel lightwood!

I rise from the ashes of writer's block and health problems to gift you all a little something I whipped up late last night for our boy's 163rd birthday <3 You can find this piece on AO3, too.

Cecily extended her arms and held the box up to him, eyeing him expectantly over the edges. “It’s customary to accept a birthday gift on your birthday, you know.”

Gabriel gaped. “Why did you get me—“

“If you finish that question, I will drop you to the floor so fast, Gabriel Lightwood.”

It was a promise more than it was a threat, and Gabriel dropped his shoulders in defeat, reaching to accept the box she was holding out to him. His chest felt fuzzy in a way that only happened around Cecily and nobody else. “Thank you.”

“You haven’t opened it yet.”

“Oh, you wish me to open it right now?”

Cecily scrunched her face in a faux anger—though, to her credit, it did look concerningly close to her actual anger—and huffed. “You are insufferable.”

With a grin, Gabriel opened the box. He titled his head at the contents, of which a familiar item lay. “Is this my pocket watch?”

“It is.”

“You are returning my own pocket watch to me as a birthday gift?”

Cecily burst into laughter, doubling over, leaving Gabriel standing in stupefied amusement. Whatever she’d planned, she obviously thought herself highly as a comedian. At least a full minute passed before she rose again and composed herself. She reached in and pointed at an unfamiliar item attached to the chain of said pocket watch. “I am returning it to you with something new.”

Gabriel followed her finger and looked at the small, coin-like item hanging off the chain near the clasp of the watch. Upon closer inspection, it was a coin, but not one he’d ever seen before. This one looked as if it had been sanded down and re-engraved. He took the piece between his fingers and lifted it for a better look. Only when it was closer did he realize that the engraving was of letters—arranged in her name. 

“It’s a token,” Cecily explained. “Literally, yes, but it’s a sort of gift that mundanes give to loved ones. Old coins, out of circulation, sanded down and punched with new images and letters.”

Gabriel brushed his thumb over the engraving of her name, surrounding in a dotted pattern that followed the edges of the coin. Below her name was the image of a bird in flight. A heron. He looked back up at Cecily and smiled. “This is a love token?”

Cecily’s eyes grew comically large in surprise Gabriel rarely got out of her. “You know it?” she exclaimed in disbelief. 

“I know it,” said Gabriel smugly, before he could no longer hold in the laugh in his throat at her shock. “I do live in London. Some mundane things are familiar to me.”

Her eyes narrowed, as if she were inspecting him. Gabriel highly suspected she was. “Sophie told you,” she declared after a moment. 

Rats. Gabriel shook his head and lifted the watch out of the box in its entirety. “I will never tell you,” he teased, unwilling to surrender. But Gabriel admired the small attachment anyway, the fuzzy feeling in his chest growing the longer he looked at it. His understanding of the custom was scarce at best, but he did know one thing. “I thought I was meant to give you one of these.”

Cecily’s cheeks flushed a light pink, which made his heart flip. She really was unbelievably beautiful. “I despise gender roles,” she said simply.

It made him laugh again but he believed her. He’d never get quite used to how it felt to know someone so intimately, and have them know just as much about you. He didn’t even think he knew Gideon as well as he knew Cecily despite growing up with the man his entire life. 

He slipped the gift of his own adorned pocket watch into his vest and lay the now-empty box on the table beside them. “Thank you,” he told her. “I do like this addition to my own pocket watch.”

“You don’t think that is all I have for you on your birthday, is it?” Cecily gasped. Her hands rose to her hips in an indignant stance. “I take birthdays seriously. You may not have high expectations, sir, but now you have me.”

It was an innocent statement, but something about hearing her say “you have me” struck enough emotion out of Gabriel to compel him to step forward and lower himself to give her a sweet kiss. She smiled into it, her own curving lips moving in time with his. 

“What was that for?” she questioned when they’d reluctantly separated.

“I thought you might get annoyed with me if I just kept saying thank you.”

Her smile and eyes brightened into the precise glow that he always wanted her to have. A smile of genuine happiness. “I commend you on your solution,” she sang, and then took his arm. “It’s ingenious problem solving, though I do hope you do not use that solution with others.”

“It’s most certainly reserved for you,” Gabriel assured. 

Cecily tugged on his arm and began to walk, directing him to wherever it was she led him. Her energy was excited, radiating enough off of her to make him feel genuinely happy on his birthday for the first time in years, even if all he did that day was follow her around. 

[21 years later]

Gabriel woke up the same way he’d woken up for nearly 20 years—with Cecily’s pretty face beside him like a dream he was still in. Only this time, Cecily was wide awake and beaming at him rather than snoring (or acoustic sleeping, as she put it). “Happy birthday,” she said before leaning in for a smiling kiss.

“Mm,” Gabriel hummed. He sat up from his pillows, Cecily following, and attempted to blink himself more awake. “I age ten years every day in this house. What’s the use of a birthday anymore?”

Cecily remained unphased. Instead, she rolled out of bed and threw open the curtains with flair. “It’s your first birthday with Alex,” she reminded him. Gabriel attempted to act like he wasn’t aware that she hadn’t closed her robes. “And he’s six months old today, too. It is a very special day. At least it is to me.”

Gabriel softened, and smiled adoringly at his wife. She crossed her arms looking at him from across the room, but there was no true anger in her expression. She rather looked a bit sad. Cecily had never gotten used to how fast their children had grown, even Alex, who had come so recently into their family and yet here he was, six months old already. No fault to her—Gabriel grew sad if he thought about it too long, too. 

He threw the sheets off himself and dragged himself out of the bed to cross the room to her. There had to be a magnet within Cecily, for he always found himself wanting to be close to her all the time. She leaned into his touch when he held her face in his heads. Gabriel leaned down and kissed her head, humming as he did so. “I love you.”

Cecily wrapped her arms around his torso and squeezed herself against him. “I love you, too,” she mumbled into his shoulder at the precise moment a cry pierced the otherwise silent air of their home. Gabriel laughed. “I’m being summoned.”

“I can get him,” Gabriel offered right away when Cecily pulled away from their perfectly comfortable embrace. 

“Not on your birthday,” she scolded him. With practiced ease, she tied her robe and flew into her slippers. Halfway out of their bedroom door, Cecily peeked back at him over her shoulder with a stern gaze. “Don’t you dare think about anyone else on your day, Gabriel.”

She disappeared, off down the hall to the nursery, tending to their baby boy, the both of them knowing perfectly well that Gabriel Lightwood was incapable of thinking about anyone other than his family. 

He reached over to his vest, laid neatly over the wardrobe, prepared in advance for him, and pulled his pocket watch. It was early—Anna and Christopher would not wake for another couple of hours. Gabriel smiled to himself and watched out the window at the rising sun, an old token brushed by the pad of this thumb along the chain. 

[jamiebamberdaily]

Happy New Year from JamieBamberDaily!

As a new year approaches, it’s time for our annual review of Jamie and his year!

The early months were quiet and it wasn’t until March that the first thing came in the form of a brilliant interview with Mark & Me Podcast. Earlier in the month, both Jamie and Kerry joined Kerry's former Bad Girls co-star Vicky Alcock at her acting class. According to a post over Christmas, "Jamie came to join us at Acting Up having written a fantastic screenplay 🤫 He shared his work with the actors- we did a full tableread then improvised some of the scenes over the month. Kerry Norton and Jamie then came back to watch what the actors had created. They were extremely impressed by their creativity, focus and understanding. Both Jamie and Kerry gave them advice, experience and understanding of what is required within the industry."

April was a busier month for Jamie. He celebrated his 49th birthday which we once again marked with a birthday video. The following couple of days saw Jamie travel over to Cannes to appear at the 5th Canneseries Festival with Lucie Lucas and Tamara Marthe to discuss his upcoming role in Cannes Confidential. Then April 21st saw the release of Titanic 666 on Tubi TV, the film was released exactly 110 years to the day of the original sinking of the Titanic.

May was also a chaotic month for Jamie and his work. May 2nd saw the release of the first episode of two of Jamie’s projects which were filmed last year; Signora Volpe and DI Ray. DI Ray continued for the following three days on ITV and Signora Volpe episodes released the next two Mondays. Also on the same day, Jamie started the first day filming of Cannes Confidential.

June was less busy, with only the announcement of his involvement on the judging panel of the Faber’s inaugural Imagined Futures Prize.

Filming on Cannes Confidential finished in late July after a incredible 3 month shoot. While DI Ray released on DVD in the UK.

A quiet few months followed until late October when horror film, The Lair released in the US after a few rounds at a few film festivals including FrightFest in London.

Finally, December saw the announcement of not one, but two Jamie roles for the new year. BBC’s spin-off to Death In Paradise, Beyond Paradise which he filmed around September-November in Cornwall, and Who Is Erin Carter (also known as Palomino) which was filmed in Barcelona, Spain in mid-to-late August. Also in that month Jamie returned to the stage for one night only in Uncle Glen’s Menagerie which took place at the Arcola Theatre in London, the event was in aid of Great Ormond Street Hospital.

We are very much looking forward to Jamie’s projects to come in 2023, and with three announced already to come, we’re sure it’s going to be another busy year for him!

So to end the year, we would like to wish you all a very happy new year and a positive 2023!

Jemma and Sophie. xx

[shadowglens]

omg i am so late, but happy belated birthday sophie! hope you had the most wonderful day! <3

omg nico it’s all good, thank you so much 💖💖

[huipinkhair]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY SOPHIE I HOPE YOU HAVE A WONDERFUL DAY BABY ❤️❤️❤️❤️

I'm a little bit late but I promise I didn't forget, I was just busy sorry 😭😭😭

Anyways hope you have a nice birthday, love you so much <3

VAL YOU ANGEL BABY POOKIE DARLING ILY TYSM 😭🫶🏻

[upperranktwo]

This is late I believe but HAPPY BIRTHDAY!! I hope you had a great great day?! <3<3

Thank you Sophie !!!! Dw about being late!!! Only a day so it's not that bad!!!! I did have a really fun day! Was a little warm but thankfully that didn't kill the vibes lmao! 💖💖💖

[poirott]

Benedict Cumberbatch and Sophie Hunter at the EE British Academy Film Awards ceremony → March 13 2022

[kellyteaquet]

I don’t think Kelly wants to be Dilara but she wants to be seen the way Dilara was, which in my opinion it’s too late for that. Sorry if this is long but hear me out:

1. Privacy:

One of the things Kelly gets criticized for the most is the amount of private and intimate content she shares, or used to share. In many of these, Max looked weird, almost uncomfortable and that is understandable because Max is a private person, he has stated it himself and even his family aren’t the biggest sharers. If it wasn’t for Kelly, we wouldn’t know anything from him besides racing related things and that he streams from time to time.

With Dilara, everything was more low key. Everyone knew they were together but there wasn’t any proper content that didn’t come from paddock pictures or posts from their friends.

Many keep comparing them, so maybe that’s why she has settled to post a bit less, and uses the haters to cover up the fact that it’s not what I mentioned. She has always had haters and never cared about it, but why does she care now that they mentioned Dilara?

2. Family:

Max’s family loved and still loves Dilara. They are still in contact with each other meanwhile things with Kelly are not the same. We know Jos doesn’t like her (I don’t blame him either), Sophie and Victoria seem very neutral about it, but with Dilara it was a whole different story. You can say whatever you want about Kelly and them having a relatively good relationship, but it’s not the same thing.

Both Sophie and Victoria were really close to Dilara, Victoria and her were practically best friends and even Jos adores her. Jos can be whatever you want him to be, but he wants the best for his son. Sophie and Victoria always posted something on her birthday to wish her a happy birthday, but have you seen them do that with Kelly? Nope. Also, it is very weird that they don’t have any pictures together despite spending some time together every once in a while. When Kelly posted stories for their birthdays, the pictures were from Penelope’s birthday, of them alone, not with her.

Again, people were discussing this not so long ago in a blog everyone knows she goes through. After this, she started to be more consistent in their comments, even in Jos’ at some point.

Sophie’s posts with Dilara:

https://www.instagram.com/p/B02-o1olGgw/?utm_medium=copy_link

https://www.instagram.com/p/BxRdE4sF4OK/?utm_medium=copy_link

https://www.instagram.com/p/BxM0Yh1lTn7/?utm_medium=copy_link

https://www.instagram.com/p/BwwrlSgFpy0/?utm_medium=copy_link

https://www.instagram.com/p/BjAylFag5nm/?utm_medium=copy_link

Victoria’s posts with Dilara:

https://www.instagram.com/p/B5ldNlZlnnv/?utm_medium=copy_link

https://www.instagram.com/p/B5iRyF8FXZO/?utm_medium=copy_link

https://www.instagram.com/p/Bxnl73qIp-s/?utm_medium=copy_link

https://www.instagram.com/p/BqrrqKmDOUu/?utm_medium=copy_link

https://www.instagram.com/p/Bn5oCNHh6wT/?utm_medium=copy_link

https://www.instagram.com/p/BmoFa-YhHmh/?utm_medium=copy_link

https://www.instagram.com/p/BmAhEKEhdWs/?utm_medium=copy_link

https://www.instagram.com/p/Bi_g9Sth0m6/?utm_medium=copy_link

3. Attention:

Kelly loves the attention she gets from being Max’s girlfriend, no matter if it’s the good or the bad type. Meanwhile Dilara was just there. She wasn’t hiding, but she wasn’t making a whole show either.

You never saw Dilara making ads or taking advantage of Max in that way, because let’s be real, if she wanted, she could’ve made her profile public and chase brands for her to make ads and become more known, but she never did. She settled for a more normal lifestyle despite being wealthy and studied. If I’m correct, she’s now working in real estate.

But with Kelly, oh Kelly, she chases brands, uses Max’s good results and wins to promote her jewelry (you can do what she does, just check the apm website). Like someone said before, she has basically turned her page into a Max fanpage because she knows that without him, she doesn’t get any of the attention or clout she’s seeking. Just look at her likes on her ads vs her likes on posts with Max.

This is all I’ve been able to come up with for now. If I forget something and remember it after, I’ll be back. Sorry if it’s too long again 😂😂

it’s okay anon 😂 what you said about the birthdays is very interesting actually because we haven’t seen any pictures of them together when they have spent time with the other like you said 🤔

[i-am-bitterly-jittery]

On Death's Doorstep (pt 19/?)

[<<First],,,,[<Prev],[Next>] [ODD Masterlist]

Word Count: 545

Rating: Teen

Pairing: Karrot Kings

Warnings: none in this part

~~~START~~~

It was late.  

Or maybe it was early, Thomas wasn’t sure.

What he was sure of was that his husband hadn’t come to bed yet, and that he wouldn’t be able to sleep until he’d located him. So he untangled himself from the comforter, slipped his feet into his Scooby Doo slippers, wrapped his robe around himself, and set off in search of the other man.

Nico wasn’t hard to find; he was just sitting at the kitchen table staring into a mug of hot cocoa, the only light source being the fixture above the sink.

“Hey,” Thomas said softly, afraid of startling his husband.

He needn’t have bothered as Nico barely reacted to his presence at all.

“Can’t sleep?” Thomas tried again, pulling out a chair for himself at the table.

“I’m sorry if I woke you, dear,” Nico whispered, still staring into the cocoa — which had long since gone cold. “Go back to bed, I’ll be there shortly.”

“I’d rather stay here, if that’s okay with you.”

Nico shrugged; Thomas took that as a ‘yes’.

He wasn’t sure how long they sat there, the only sound being the constant humming of the fridge, the ticking of the clock, and the occasional car passing by outside. He didn’t ask what was wrong, he already knew.

Five months ago, their son and grandson disappeared without a trace. The government swore that Virgil had retired after Orin’s death — a death which they still hadn’t been told the cause of — but if he’d retired, then he would have come home.

At the very least, he would have called his dads to tell them that he and Patton were alright.

No, something was very wrong, and not knowing what was infuriating. Something was keeping their son away from them, and they were being lied to about it!

Three weeks after Orin’s death, Thomas and Nico had travelled two states over to look for Virgil and Patton themselves. The secretary at the SSP building had refused to even let them past the lobby. Agent Sophie, who had brought Patton in last time they were in town, was eventually called down to talk to them, but she’d just repeated the same story about Virgil retiring that they’d already been told a million times — even going as far as to suggest that if Virgil hadn’t contacted them yet, it was probably because he didn’t want to.

Thomas wasn’t usually quick to anger, but her comments left him seeing red.

There wasn’t much they could do after that, not without any leads to follow. Still though, they’d walked around the city for almost a week, visiting every park and playground in the hopes that Virgil and Patton might be there. They never were.

Suddenly, the silence of the kitchen was too much for Thomas to bear.

He placed his hand palm up on the table. After a moment, Nico placed his own hand on top of Thomas’s, lacing their fingers together.

“Where are they?” Nico asked, his voice barely more than a broken whisper.

“I don’t know.” 

They went to bed a while later, the cup of cocoa cold and undrunk was left on the kitchen table. On the fridge hung a calendar with the day’s date circled: December 19th, Virgil’s birthday.

~~~END~~~

Enter Virgil’s dads, Thomas and Nico (Virgil’s adopted, so neither Thomas or Nico will have powers)

This brings us to the end of Section 2, which would be the halfway point if I didn’t think that sections 3 and 4 will both be longer, but we’re still gonna call it halfway. Happy halfway done with the longest fic I’ve ever written!

ODD taglist:

@royalty-of-all-things-snuggly @pixelated-pineapple @arsonic-knight @misunderstood-shadowling @lost-in-thought-20 @remy-the-lemon-berry @jinxcrafter @apinkline2715 @gothfoxx @donutsarepartybagels @xoaningout @meganmoneky14

[jishyucks]

Into My traeH ‣ sjy

‣ genre: hogwarts!au, implied bestfriends-to-lovers, fluff

‣ wc: 4.1k

‣ summary: A strike of realization occurs between you and Jake when an encounter with the Mirror of Erised reveals nothing but your own reflections

‣ prompt: ❝What are you doing out here so late?❞

‣ warnings?: none, I don't think

‣ an: This fic is for @chicksung's birthday collab! Happy (early) Sweet Sixteen, Sophie! Sending you my best wishes and I hope you enjoy this! <3 (ps. gonna change the link to the masterlist once you post it!)

It wasn’t an out-of-the-ordinary occurrence for you to have trouble sleeping, especially on stormy nights.

No, you weren’t afraid of storms. Oddly, you found storms comforting. It was probably in the fact that people tended to find ways to get cozy in bad weather. It held a sense of warmth, on the inside rather than out. This was the same reason why you preferred winter over the summer and autumn over spring.

Sitting up in the dark, you carefully eyed your dorm mates, hoping that no one else was awake to see you in your drowsy state. You didn’t want to bother anyone either or cause any sense of panic in them when you decided to leave. After a few more moments of observing, you concluded that no one was up, that all their chests had been rising and falling in states that were only possible at rest.

Quietly, you throw your blanket aside, sliding your legs over the edge of the bed and just above the slippers that you placed on the floor just a few hours prior. The set destination you had in mind was the fireplace in the common room. Though it wasn’t necessarily cold in the room, you craved the comfort of the fire’s heat. The same type of comfort that could help lull you to sleep.

Tip-toeing down the stairs, you feel your eyelids losing their weight, tugging your night robe tighter to your body. From the middle of the staircase, you could see the fireplace had been lit, the red-orange glow emitting off of the turn in the staircase walls. This caused your brows to knit together in confusion. Who was down here at such a late hour?

At the bottom of the staircase, you let yourself stop for a moment, taking in the back of another’s head as they faced the fire. They had moved one of the couches so that they were closer to the fireplace. They wanted heat too.

“Hello?” You spoke quietly.

The person—the boy—jumps up and turns to look at your presence, surprised at the unexpected company. Since the fire had been set behind him, his face was almost completely blocked out by shadows. Instead, his silhouette greeted you.

“Y/N?” He said, “You scared me!”

You recognized his voice almost immediately. It was none other than your best friend, Jake. No one else would be scared of something so simple.

You laugh at the familiarity of this situation, and you’re suddenly taken back to when you first met Jake. You both were first years. It was the first time you both had been away from your parents for that long, sharing rooms with other first-years who already seemed to have gotten the hang of the dorm system. For eleven-year-olds, that was impressive, you remember thinking. Only you weren’t the type to act so nonchalantly when it came to being away from home.

There was a night sometime in October that year that your chest had been aching. The cause? Homesickness. It didn’t help that the only form of communication you had with your parents were owls. That was probably the only thing you missed from the muggle world. Telephones.

You brought yourself down to the common room, lighting the fireplace on your own. The fire’s warmth gave you comfort, the same type you’d find at home, and you remember you felt the achiness of your chest ease at the feeling.

“Are you homesick too?” A sudden presence has appeared seemingly out of nowhere. You turned to find a boy, pyjamas and a sweater a bit too large for him, “I’m Jake.”

You feel yourself smile at his automatic need to introduce himself, “I’m Y/N.” You scooted over to one side of the couch, a wordless way to say sit with me. Jake understood this, plopping down in the now empty spot. “How did you know?”

Jake nods, “Just a good guess.”

You remember replying instantly to Jake’s observation, warming up to him almost immediately. That conversation started a chain of smaller convos, the both of you veering off of certain topics and into others. You two had clicked easily. Speaking to him was easy. So easy that the next thing you knew, the sun had been shining through the small glass windows on the sides of the tower.

“Jake? What are you doing out here so late?” A relieving feeling bloomed in your chest, thankful that it was Jake who had been down here instead of someone else. You guess he added to the sense of comfort you were looking for.

“I could ask you the same thing,” he chuckles quietly. Approaching him, you rounded the couch and sat next to him. You take in his attire, which had been simply pyjama pants and his knitted Gryffindor sweater. For being awake late at night, he looked as alive as he did in the daytime.

The warmth of the fire greeted you kindly, engulfing you in a hug. You smiled at it and replied, “I can’t sleep… I don’t know if I’m just not tired or if something’s secretly bothering me, but I can’t sleep.” You turned your attention to Jake and tilted your head in question, “How about you?”

“I’m studying for the upcoming test,” Jake didn’t feel the need to specify which test he was talking about as you had the same transfiguration class with him. It was only when he pointed towards the mess of books and parchment on the coffee table that you had actually noticed them.

You laugh, “Sim Jaeyun, that test is on Monday.” Taking your index finger, you dig it into his side, which causes him to jump slightly, “Don’t stress yourself out.”

Quietly yelping, Jake hugs himself before nodding, “I know, but knowing myself I’ll pay no mind to it over the weekend. It’s better to stock up on knowledge now than have to magically absorb it all on Sunday.” Jake wiggles his eyebrows, a smile rising upon his face, causing you to laugh softly.

“Fair,” you nodded. There was a comfortable silence between the two of you, the rain falling and the fire crackling, substituting pure silence. Jake was swinging his legs over the edge of the couch, toes wiggling when it neared the heat. Your gaze shifted from his restless legs to his still hands, which were so close to your own that you wondered if the heat you could feel at your fingertips radiated off the boy or the fireplace. A part of you wanted to push your fingers closer just to get a feel of holding his hand, but you kept yourself from doing so.

It was when you were finally immersed into the sounds of the rain that Jake spoke up, “Wanna go on an adventure?” He had a childish glint in his eyes and a smirk that could possibly cause someone to mistake him for a Slytherin. Jake sat up and faced you completely, “I’m bored.”

“And get caught?” You scoff, “No offense, Jake, but you’re a bit foolish sometimes.” Bringing your arms out closer to the heat, you sighed.

“It’s the weekend tomorrow,” Jake points out, “It isn’t as bad as if it would be on a weekday.” He stands up and brings his hands to his hips, trying to persuade you with a knowing smile. Knowing because he knows how much you love to explore the unknown.

Jake teetered back and forth slightly on his feet, waiting for your reply with his hands crossed in front of him. The way he looked right now reminded you of a younger child begging to go to the park during a snowstorm. It was a ridiculous, dull-witted idea—of course, it was, this is Jake we’re talking about—but as you began weighing the options at that very moment, you believed that Jake was secretly a genius.

“What do you even plan on doing?” You ask, slowly sliding forward on the couch. Your feet were now flat on the worn-out carpet, which was so worn out it was firm under your feet, “Don’t you recall those three Gryffindor students years ago? If we end up like them I swea–“

“We’re not going to the forbidden quarters, Y/N,” Jake huffs, “I don’t have dirt for brains.”

Without thinking, Jake holds out his hand to help you up, a brow raised. For a mere moment, you feel your heart skip a beat, eyes dead set on his rather soft-looking hand. Your eyes flickered towards the entrance of the common room, returning to Jake’s hand. He was often persuasive without even knowing it, especially when it came to you. Barely thinking about it, you take his hand, grabbing hold of it to stand up.

After crouching through the doorway, Jake leading the way, you both find yourselves in the dimly lit castle, the muffled sound of the hard-hitting rain pelting the outside. The atmosphere was a lot different out here compared to the common room, an obvious detail. You felt as though you were some shrimp in the middle of a giant empty tank.

“Where were you thinking of going?” You whispered, shifting all of your weight from one foot to the other. Jake mentally skimmed the possible destinations within the castle, crossing off the further ones.

When he reached a point of indecision, he shook his head and turned to you, “Let’s just wander.”

Furrowing your eyebrows, “Wander?”

Without another word, Jake takes off, not with a sprint, but a skip, leaving you behind. You could hear him giggle faintly, causing your eyes to widen in a slight panic. Chasing after him with feet as light as feathers, you try to shush him, propping a finger over your lips. Jake acts as if he’s ignoring you, though you notice him following your orders as he slows down to allow you to catch up.

“You have to keep your mouth shut, Sim,” feeling like a mother, you smack the back of his arm hard enough that it was considered a smack, “As if the professors aren’t patrolling the halls.”

Jake shrugs carelessly, “We won’t get caught I promise you.” Again, he takes the lead, hands buried deep in his pockets to contain their warmth. He was humming a slow song under his breath. It looked like he was just casually strolling through a park.

None of you had been able to speak up for the next fifteen minutes, speaking to each other through exaggerated hand signals and eye movements. It was hard to keep yourself from laughing, muffling your wheezes with your robe’s sleeve. It didn’t help that Jake’s giggle was contagious.

Your aimless adventuring leads you both to a larger space among the maze of corridors, one side of the wall filled with endless rows of windows. Though the moon was covered entirely by storm clouds, lanterns outside the castle allowed for some light to bleed in.

You say nothing, walking up slowly to the window before pressing your hand against the glass. The glass that surrounded your fingers fogged up at the moment of heat being pressed against the cooler glass. You grinned and whispered, “I wish we could go outside.” It was stupid to say such a thing. The rain was probably bone-chilling… not to mention the creatures that could be lurking by the castle grounds.

Jake didn’t reply, not because he wasn’t listening, but he zoned out at the sight of you under the soft lighting. He was caught off guard; it was as if you were glowing in the darkness of this unknown place you both found yourself in. Even if he tried to say something back, he suddenly felt like his throat had been wrung out like some dishcloth.

He gulps in hopes to find his voice back. It works.

“Stunning,” Jake sighs out, only he wasn’t sure where he had been directing the comment. All he knows is that he hadn’t even taken a single glance outside.

“You’re right about something,” you replied, certainly oblivious of the fact that Jake hadn’t been talking about the view outside of the castle.

Before Jake could say anything else, footsteps approached from down the long hall, a sharp voice hissing, “Who’s down there!?”

Your head shooting towards Jake’s direction, eyes wide in both fright and shock. He had been looking back at you with a similar expression. Your hearts were racing, and just by the look in your eyes, it was obvious you were combing through what to do next.

Give in? No.

Run? Better.

As if Jake had the same train of thought, he grabbed your hand tightly, pulling for you to run down the opposite direction. It took effort trying to run light on your feet, afraid to look back in fear of being face to face with whoever professor was doing the nightly run-through of the castle. Jake ran blindly, trying his best to spot a door that happened to be open.

“I can hear you!” The professor sounded much closer, which only caused you both to run faster.

When you encountered a sudden extension into another hallway, Jake took the path as an opportunity, in desperate need of losing the professor. She was too close.

Being dragged by the boy allowed you to have a better look at what you were passing. “Jake over here!” You finally spot a door that has been opened by a jar. Jake had missed it completely. His head turned to look at the doors on his left rather than his right. You tugged at this arm to direct him towards the opened door. It didn’t take him long to respond, quickly moving his feet towards it.

Slipping into the room, you shut the door quickly, making sure you didn’t slam it close. Hearing the lock gave you and Jake a sense of relief, causing you to lean back against the wooden door. Both of you had been breathing heavily, probably loud enough for the professor to hear. Still, luckily there weren’t any footsteps coming close to the room.

“Thank goodness,” he sighs out, hand coming up to his chest. He was slightly bent over, a bead of sweat rolling slowly down his forehead, “I had to keep my promise.” You didn’t know if he knew you could hear him. He seemed to be talking to the stone floor, voice barely above a whisper.

It was funny how neither of you had realized that you were still holding hands. It was probably the adrenaline running through your veins, the rush of the moment. It had probably been the sense of comfort it brought, being that you both were just about beneath the nose of the professor. When you both noticed that your hands were still in one another’s, both of your hands were drawn back in a state of panic, unsure whether or not it was fine to be holding a best friend’s hand like that.

“I think she’s gone,” Jake whispered, standing up straight. He fixed the hem of his sweater before pulling down his sleeves to create sweater paws.

You huffed, “She better be.”

The room was colder than the hall, dark, but not so dark that it was pitch black. Jake’s face was growing tired of squinting to see, but he could make out that the room was filled with odd furniture stacked upon each other carelessly. He wanted to see it all.

Drawing his wand, Jake stuck it in front of him and mumbled a spell he knew well, “Lumos.” The tip of the wand illuminated a white light, allowing both of you to see clearly. The size of the room was more evident now. It was bigger than you both initially thought, but it wasn’t a giant room either. It seemed to be an unused classroom.

Most of the objects were difficult to actually pick out. All that Jake could make out were desks and old blackboards. He skimmed over the premises of the room, guiding his wand to light it all up for him. That’s when he stops.

Jake’s attention was drawn to a taller piece of furniture, the top resembling a throne of some sort. It was a mirror, the frame gleaming specks of gold depending on how the light bounced off it. At the top of the mirror’s glass was some kind of message, though Jake ignored it as it seemed like it was written in a different language, “Look, Y/N.”

You turn your head to look from the other side of the room, interested in the smaller, more detailed pieces of furniture. Jake pointed his wand at the mirror, brows raised in curiosity.

“Wow~” You say wryly, “A mirror.” Turning your head back to the small, carved egg, you shake your head.

He clicks his tongue, “Do you think it’s a magic mirror?”

“I know we’re wizards,” you snorted, “But not everything’s magic. I bet you that’s just an ordinary mirror. Why would it be in here if it was a magic mirror?”

“Let me see something,” Jake fixates himself in the centre of the mirror’s view. He stared back at his reflection for a brief moment and confidently spoke, “Mirror mirror on the wa…ll? Who’s the handsomest of them all?”

Putting the egg down, you approach him from behind but slightly to his left so that you can see yourself in the mirror. Despite waiting for an answer, nothing happened.

"It works!" Jake exclaims, smiling to the point you could see the smile lines on his cheeks. Your heart jumps at his genuine smile, especially with the way he turns back to look at this reflection.

"Jake," you laughed, "You're ridiculous." This time you bring yourself to stand next to him. The mirror didn't look like it was ordinary, but nothing was happening. The reflection only revealed the both of you, like any other mirror in the muggle world, "It's just an average mirror."

Jake sighs, a bit disappointed that he wouldn't be able to add this to his list of Hogwarts adventures, "I guess you're right." At this moment, you yawn. Jake takes notice and tugs at your robe's sleeve, "Let's go back. You're tired."

Though you still wanted to stay a bit longer to explore the room, your mind tells you to nod, eyes suddenly growing heavy, "Lead the way."

Jake opens the door for you, looking both ways before letting you out first. Before he closes the door shut, he takes one last glance at the mirror, making sure he's taken a mental picture of it.

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"Why do you both look out of it?" Jay was sitting at the Gryffindor table, despite being dressed in his green and silver knitted sweater. The room's atmosphere had been pleasantly quiet if you disregarded Riki and his goal to annoy his fellow housemate. It was about an hour after breakfast, and with the poor weather, no one was in the mood to go to Hogsmeade.

The third Slytherin, Sunoo, looks up from his textbook and snorts. He points to Jake, "You look like you've thrown up slugs and you—" You give Sunoo a keen look, which causes him to rethink what he had been planning to say, "You look like you've been blessed by the power of Merlin… that means—uh—beautiful by the way." He hurries his attention back to what he was studying, hiding behind his robe's sleeve.

"We were exploring the castle last night," Jake replied, eyes blinking to keep them lubricated, "We were almost caught by a professor."

"Who?" Jay asked.

You shrugged, "I didn't recognize her voice. We ran before we could even get a glimpse of her."

"Brightside," Jake points out, "We stumbled into a room full of antiques and there was a magic mirror." A sly smirk had found its place in his mouth as he told an exaggerated story. A sense of pride overcame him, and he crossed his arms, watching his friends all lean in to hear more.

“What did it do?” Riki stopped picking on Jay, eyes wide. Because who didn’t want to hear about a magic mirror? You chose to speak up to see where this was going, slightly amused with the reactions of the others.

“I—” Jake looks side to side, as if it were some deep, dark secret only purebloods were privileged to hear, “I asked the mirror who was the handsomest of them all and the mirror showed an image of me!”

The three listeners grumbled at Jake’s ridiculousness, Jay even going an extra mile to give him a hard smack on the back, “Sim, I swear on my grandma’s grave… please don’t tell me you started that question with ‘mirror, mirror, on the wall’?”

“He did,” you snorted.

“What did it look like?” Sunoo ignored the fact that he had basically walked into this, “I think I’ve read something about a mirror in this book.” He began to flip through it, eyes moving rapidly to keep up with the flipping pages.

Jake could recall the mirror’s image as if he were looking at it, “There were three short pointed pillars on top. It was arch-shaped and it was tall… the frame was painted–”

“Gold?” Sunoo interrupted. He pushes his book towards you and Jake, “Did it look like this?”

You and Jake inch closer together, head bent down over the aging book Sunoo had been reading for class. At first glance, the sketch of the mirror looked nothing like the mirror they had seen in real life. But upon closer observation, the identical unmistakable message at the top of the mirror gave away that it was the same mirror.

“That’s it!” Jake gasped. His eyes went to search for the object’s name, but Sunoo pulled the book back to himself.

He read aloud, “The Mirror of Erised… There is no known creator and the mirror was created in the nineteenth century… Wait, I’m skipping to what it’s power is….” Sunoo pauses, using his finger to help him skim the pages, aware that four other people are curious about what the mirror does. “The mirror reveals the deepest desires of those who look into it. Erised, shown in the reflection of a mirror, reads Desire… The message carved across the superior end of the mirror reads ‘Erised stra ehru oyt ube cafru oyt on wohsi.’” Sunoo had butchered the message, a sheepish expression appearing on his face before he continued, “Which translates to ‘I show not your face but your heart’s desire’ in its reflection. An individual who obtains all the happiness in the world will see only their reflection.”

You and Jake lean back slightly, puzzled by the mirror’s abilities. The mirror didn’t seem to show any trace of power. It had simply acted as a mirror… it was evident in Jake’s horrible Snow White joke.

“So?” Jay had his head tilted to the side out of curiosity, “What did you guys see?”

There was a lingering silence when the three boys looked at you and Jake expectedly, waiting for some kind of exciting response.

“Jake probably saw himself winning the League cup,” Riki poked Jake in the side.

“That’s your deepest desire,” Sunoo jeered, side-eyeing the younger wizard, “But then again, Jake loves quidditch as much as Riki does.”

The gears were turning rather quickly in your head; if it had been doing so in yours, Jake’s gears were probably turning twice as fast.

“Go on…” Sunoo gestured, “Tell us.”

Jake laughed nervously, afraid to look at you, “You know, it’s a bit funny….”

“What is?” Jay questioned.

You spoke up, “Our reflections stared back at us as if we were simply looking into a muggle’s mirror.”

There was another pause between the five of you, understanding of this magic mirror in shambles.

“The mirror couldn’t have been broken, could it? Maybe that was why the mirror was stored in that room,” Jake said in a hushed tone.

“Can magic mirrors even break?” Riki doubted it was, “If it wasn’t completely broken, the mirror itself is probably fine.”

So what did this mean?

The third moment of silence.

If the mirror wasn’t broken or drained of its magic (if that was even possible), then why did you just see each other?

I show not your face but your heart’s desire.

Then it clicked. Not just in Jake’s muddled brain but also in yours. It was an obvious answer, but both of you hesitated to come to such a conclusion because a broken magical mirror seemed much more believable than this. For a brief second, you both glanced at each other as if you had somehow communicated the only viable answer.

You were each other’s deepest desire.