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mintjamsblog · 2 years

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15.) and 41.) for the writing thingy <3

Sorry this has taken me so long!

15. I have already answered: Trembling hands

41. Comfort food

He can't do a fucking thing right these days — from the way he holds the baby to the way he holds his tea — everything he does elicits a barely smothered fuck's sake or an irritable flinch.

"He doesn't mean it, sir," Frances assures him. "A new baby takes its toll on a couple. If Mr Shelby would only eat and rest, that baby would follow suit."

Eat and rest. Sounds simple enough, don't it? But another week on and there's been precious little of either for any of them. Which leaves Alfie operating outside of his usual sphere of tolerance, equanimity and cooperation and might have had just the tiniest role to play in triggering, between he and Tommy, the mother and father of all rows.

"More like father and father," Ada mutters, when she tracks him down at the bakery. "He doesn't look good, Alfie."

"Yeah, well he's just had a fucking baby."

"Mmm. You don't look so great yourself."

"Well that is bloody charming, ain't it?"

"I know he's a law unto himself, but he needs someone to make him stop. He's irritable as almighty fuck and he looks gaunt. And puffy."

Those descriptions shouldn't fit together, and yet he knows exactly what she means. "Alright, alright, I'll head home. But I'm telling you, nothing I say'll make a shred of difference."

He drives back to Warwickshire that afternoon, somewhat less rested than he might've hoped after two nights spent on his own. Funny how quick you come to miss the disturbed nights; his brain kept trying to fill in the gaps with sudden jerks and phantom cries.

Arrow House is strangely still when he steps through the front door. He's about to bellow his return when Frances appears from the study with a finger against her lips. "Mr Shelby's asleep," she whispers.

"At four o'clock in the afternoon?"

"Yes sir," she nods. "I thought it best to leave him there. I've just banked up the fire."

Alfie pokes his head into the study and sees Tommy's shod-feet flopped over one end of the sofa, a tuft of dark hair at the other. The air smells not of cigarettes but of something rich and sweet. Vanilla, maybe? Nutmeg? He doesn't venture closer, afraid to pierce the delicate veil that separates Tommy from consciousness.

"What the fuck did you give 'im, Frances?" Alfie asks, backing out into the hall. "Fucking laudenum?"

"No, sir." She's holding a dish in her left hand, a large enamel thing with the remnants of a yellowish-brown crust around its edge. "Rice pudding. He must've been hungry," she says, tilting the dish towards Alfie. She seems a little embarrassed. "Mrs Thorne suggested it, when she popped in yesterday, so I had cook make it for him."

"And he ate the fucking lot?"

"It seems that way, yes."

"Well, well, well," he says. "And where's the little man?"

"Mary took him out in the pram to give Mr Shelby some rest."

"Do us a favour, would you? Nip back in there and unplug the phone."

"But, sir he'll—"

"Never fuckin' know, will he? He's flat out." Alfie takes the dish from her hands and nods towards the door. "Be quick, or one of his brothers'll call and fuck up my moment of peace."

Frances dips her head to hide a smile and tiptoes back into the study.

#there's more than one baby in Arrow House #tommy sleeps for 4 hours #alfie doesn't know what to do with himself #my fic #stargazing verse #i guess #tommy x alfie #tommy shelby #tofie #peaky blinders #asks #writing

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sicjimin · 2 years

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Spaghetti Mishaps

a.n : thank you for the request, and im sorry this takes a long time to write TT but i hope this is what you wanted and you like it :) (and a break from all the mpreg stories so i dont make you guys bored :d)

"Hyung .. aren't you hungry?", Jungkook sniffles, shutting his phone off, nudging the older with his toes as the latter seated on the other side of the couch.

"You just eat earlier ..", Namjoon snorts, looking up from his phone as well.

"It's already 3 hours since then!", Jungkook pouts, flopping his head to the couch. "Let's eat hyung .."

"Just order take out, Kook-ah .. what do you expect from me", Namjoon chuckles.

"But it will takes time to arrive!"

"Cooking something takes time too, you know"

"Ahh", Jungkook whines, pout deepens. "Stop being practical hyung"

"Yah!", Namjoon reaches to slap his feet. "Just cook something! You're a better chef than me"

"Noooo", the younger shifts to sit up, scooting closer to Namjoon, and plops to his side, resting his head on the older shoulder. "I'm tired", he mumbles—and Namjoon softens at that.

There's a reason that they are the only one in the dorm, and that is because Jungkook not feeling well—slight fever and cold. And Namjoon is the only one that doesn't have quite emergency nor important schedule. So he's appointed to keep an eyes to Jungkook, after a slight banter between Jungkook, "Hyung! i can take care of myself!", and Namjoon's, "You sure you want to take care of him? What if i accidentally burn the kitchen down trying to make him something?"

"Not feeling better?", Namjoon asks, taking strands of hair that falls over the vocalist forehead, and pressed his palm over it, "You don't have fever anymore", he hums.

"The medicine is working", Jungkook mumbles, "But i still feel icky .. and heavy", he sighs. "Come on hyung .. eat"

This time, Namjoon is the one who's sighs. "If i burn the kitchen down, you will take the blame", he mumbles, and walk to the kitchen.

Jungkook giggles, trailed from behind and sit himself pretty on the stool, watching the older fiddles.

"Spagheti?", Jungkook asks when Namjoon pulls put a pack of spagheti from their cupboard.

"And a pre-made sauce", Namjoon declares, hesitantly turning on the stove, "I know my limit, Kook"

***

Namjoon's journey for cooking going quite well, under a slight scolding and laughing from Jungkook to prevent him making a disaster—the spagheti is there. And it was decent to eat.

"Thank you for the food hyung", Jungkook sighs in contentment, start to feel sleepy as they settled back on the couch.

Namjoon hums, patting the younger feet that resting over his laps—feeling a little bit proud that he can cook and someone is enjoying it!— and open his book. They still have few hours until the other is back.

After that, they settle into a comfortable silence. Only a low noises from the TV along with Jungkook's soft snores that could be heard. Namjoon peeks from the book he's reading—looking fondly at the youngest that fall into a deep sleep, maybe to wash out remnant of sickness. His cheeks flushed and squished against the couch. Namjoon ruffles his hair, at least Jungkook isn't pale like yesterday.

Namjoon got 5 pages in from the book, when he could see Jungkook tossing and turning on his pheripheral sight—seems like in a lot discomfort, as he let out a low whine as well..

"Kook?", Namjoon closes his book and scoots closer, kneeling in front of the younger that now curling himself small—his feet ups to his chest with both of his hand pressing his middle. "Hey .. wake up, what's wrong?", he tries again, brushing strands of dampen hair that fall over his forehead.

Jungkook opened his eyes for a while, before shutting it close again, "My stomach .. hurts", he puffs out, biting his lips. "Like .. it's cramping but .. bloated at the same time", he continues, grimacing when a burp escapes his lips, "Sorry .."

Namjoon bites his lips, brain running with list of remedies that might help stomachache. "Wait here .. okay?", he squeeze Jungkook's shoulder and jogs into Yoongi's room, rummaging through his cabinet where he always save his medicine. Namjoon sighs in relief when he got what he want—a herbal oil. He ever used it on himself when he caught stomach bug few months ago and it works quite well to calm down his stomach turmoil. He then moves into the kitchen, rummaging their first aid kit cabinet trying to find a hot pack, but it seems like they ran out—or someone might hide it. He doesn't know.

He slams the cabinet close, scurrying to get glass of lukewarm water, and running back to the living room.

"Kook .. here, let me apply this oil for you", Namjoon says softly, patting Jungkook's cheeks to wake him up. Jungkook looks at him, frowning, "What is that?"

"Yoongi hyung oil .. it helps for stomachache", he explains, opening the tube, and smears the contents on his palm, "Come on"

Jungkook still look at him, hesitant, before he gives up and lay flat on his back—tugging the shirt so it exposes his toned stomach. Namjoon smears the oil over his bloated stomach, giving it a light rub as well. "You're bloated but your abs is still there"

Jungkook hums in content at the touch, the warmth of the oil starts spreading and it was nice, "What are you saying hyung .. of course it's still there"

Namjoon tugs his shirt down again when he's done, "Here .. drink this", he hands the vocalist water. Jungkook take a small sips of it, sighing when it falls heavy on his upset stomach. "Thank you", he mumbles, before closing his eyes and curl himself again—trying to fall asleep once more.

***

It was a quick process for Jungkook. He stirs in his sleep because of a very uncomfortable feeling in his body—the feeling of bloated in his stomach seems to intensifies, making him feel full everywhere and giving a pressure on his chest. Jungkook squirms, parting his lips a bit to make him breathe easier—but when he opened his mouth, he feels like saliva wants to spill from his lips. He doesn't even know when his mouth already filled with saliva. He swallows, feeling progressively worse with every second passing.

He squeezes his eyes shut harder, "Please just sleep again", he begs his brain—but it fails miserably. He huffs, pressing his legs further up to his middle, stiffling a quiet burp once in a while that comes out before he can help it.

"Kook? You're awake?"

Jungkook hums, rolling to lay flat on his back—that seems like a wrong move as the movement churn his stomach. Before he could register anything, his shoulders shook with a silent heave—causing him to immediately sits up straight ; almost making him dizzy with how fast he moves ; clamping his mouth tight, as he could feel his spaghetti coming up to his throat.

Jungkook didn't get to say anything to Namjoon, that watched him, confused, when he sprint from the couch to the bathroom. He slams the toilet lid open, bending over it just in time as his mouth gives a noise somewhere between a belch and a gag, then morph into a stronger retch—a productive one, as a flood of chunky vomit spraying from his mouth in a big stream, into the bowl. Jungkook gasped and coughed when there came a lull, but did not have time to catch his breath before an even deeper retch made him lower his head and throw up again. He shuddered as vomit slips from his tongue, he can see an undigested spaghetti below him.

He needs to chew better.

"Jungkook!"

Jungkook tilts his head a bit, seeing the leader run worriedly into him. He coughs, facing the bowl once again as he still feel nausea looming over him.

"Oh gosh .. you're sick", Namjoon mumbles beside him. He's taking Jungkook's long hair into his palm, and rubbing his back. "You're done?", he asks, peeking on the toilet—gulping as he could see the mess, and spaghetti he just made filling half of it.

Jungkook shakes his head, "No .. my stomach still churning", he rasps, spitting, as he stares blankly into the bowl—keeping his mouth open in anticipation. He pants for a while, coaxing himself in Namjoon's comforting touch against his sweaty back, before his breath hitch, and he rocks forward with a belch—mouthful of vomit plopping loudly to the bowl ; a beginning for the second round as after that he keeps pouring vomit after vomit, with every gag the streams getting watery, until he brings nothing but trickles of saliva.

"Fuck .. i think i'm done ..", Jungkook sniffles, straighten his body after flushing the toilet—watching miserably all the food he ate swirls and drain.

"Feeling better?", Namjoon asks, worry still evident on his tone as frown hasn't gone from his features.

"Yeah ..", Jungkook breathes out, sitting at the edge of the tub as he feels tired. "I think that needed an out"

"I'm sorry", Namjoon mumbles suddenly, as he sits beside him. Jungkook frowns, confused, "Huh? Why are you sorry hyung?"

"Is it because of my cooking .. right?"

"Huh?"

Namjoon groans, burying his face in his palm—guilt and embarassment creeping on his neck, "Gosh i should have banned from the kitchen .. i'm not cooking again", he whines, "Jungkook-ah .. i'm sorry"

"Hyung..", Jungkook chuckles, "It's okay .. i mean, i don't know if it's because of your spaghetti or this is a remnant of my sickness .. you're not at fault"

"But you throw up after eating my cooking!"

Jungkook snickers, "But you made it with pre-made sauce and all instant ingredients hyung .. you could never go wrong with that"

"It could ... if i'm the one who did it", Namjoon sighs, "Seokjin hyung gonna have my ear if he found out about this"

Jungkook laughs at that, patting the distressed older back, "I won't tell him"

#bts sickfic #bts emeto #tw emeto #tw vomit #sick!jungkook #caretaker!namjoon

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jaskierswolf · 3 years

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okay firstly hello Wolfie my dear ilysm and i am giving you a big internet hug in this moment ^_^ if you're open for prompts, could i ask for some platonic sickfic? whoever you feel like writing, im happy with anyone gently caring for someone else thru like a stubborn cold or w/e. maybe some tired cuddles interrupted by a sneezing fit lol ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ (if this doesn't grab you that's fine of course, im always happy to read your stuff! <3)

Aww hello <3 Thank you darling! I went with Geraskier... cos why not? (although you very nearly got Gerlion). Oh and Geralt is aro/ace now. I don’t make the rules. (in my head Jaskier is also aro in this but... that’s up to you.)

WC: 723

CW: Jaskier has a cold soo... yeah. Light whump/comfort

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Jaskier woke up with a loud groan. His throat was burning, the telltale sign that he was getting sick. He fucking hated getting sick. He whined and buried his face in his pillow, blinding reaching for his water bottle that he kept near the edge of his bed. He desperately hoped that maybe, just maybe he was dehydrated. He did often forget to drink after all. He struggled to sit up enough to pour the cold water into his mouth.

“Oh cock!”

He’d spilt water all over his pillow and down his chest. He groaned, running his fingers through his hair, sniffing loudly, and then he cursed again. He was definitely getting sick. His head was heavy and there was a tightness in his chest. Looking around the darkness of the room, he considered whether he should go back to bed or get up to find supplies before he felt too shitty to do anything but nap and scroll through his phone. With a quiet cough he decided on the former. If he got up now he might be able to catch his roommate, Geralt, before he went to work. So he wrapped his duvet around his shoulders and padded from his room, pausing only to wipe his nose.

“Geralt?” He asked loudly, cutting his own question off with another cough and whine.

“In the kitchen!”

Jaskier muttered a string of curses under his breath as he went to find Geralt. His friend was prodding bacon around a frying pan. Jaskier pouted, he hadn’t been able to smell the delicious breakfast food from his room which was honestly a tragedy. He fucking loved bacon. He flopped down onto a chair and thumped his head against the table, despairing at his life. It was his week off from work and he’d had so much planned. Of course he’d fucking gone and got sick.

Geralt’s hand touched his shoulder, and he pouted up at his friend, bottom lip quivering. “I’m sick.”

“Come on,” Geralt rolled his eyes, a fond but exasperated smile playing on his lips. “Let’s get you back to bed.”

“I don’t want to be sick!” Jaskier whined loudly.

“No one does, Jask.”

“I had plans!” He threw his arms out widely, and then swore as he scrambled to pick up his duvet from the floor, the sudden movement of leaning down made his head spin. “Oh bollocks.”

He vaguely registered Geralt turning off the hob and setting the bacon aside, before being bundled back into his bedroom. “I’ll get you some Olbas oil and decongestants. Rest Jaskier.”

“You’re not my mother.”

Geralt smirked. “Hmm.”

Jaskier hummed back and stuck his tongue out at Geralt, but there was a warmth in his chest. This was exactly what he’d been hoping for. He adored being coddled over by his best friend, it made him feel wanted. It was what he craved, to be loved, adored, and most of all… wanted. He hummed happily as he pulled his duvet up to his chin, wiggling as he tried to get comfortable. Geralt would be back soon. It was his last thought before he fell back asleep.

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Geralt didn’t take long to gather a steam inhaler and a packet of cold and flu tablets. He quickly messaged Vesemir to tell him he’d be late for work, then pushed open Jaskier’s door. The brunet was snoring loudly, gasping for air through his mouth on every other breath. His hair was ratty, sticking up all over the place, and there was already a drool patch on the pillow he was cuddling. Geralt shook his head. Jaskier was known all around the bars in town for being a flirt and an irresistible lover. It always made Geralt laugh. They’d been best friends since childhood, and he meant more to Geralt than any other person on the godforsaken planet… but he’d never quite understood the mindless lust that drove the rest of the world. He sighed and gently roused Jaskier long enough to get the cold medicine down his throat then lay down on the bed next to him. Jaskier snorted in his sleep and then latched onto Geralt like a koala like he always did.

“Geralt?” Jaskier slurred, the syllable blending into one.

“I’m here, go back to sleep.”

“Hmm… ok.”

Geralt chuckled as Jaskier flopped back down to sleep.

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#the witcher #geraskier #geralt of rivia #jaskier pankratz #sickfic #geralt/jaskier #geralt x jaskier #wolfie's witcher writing #Anonymous

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okitagumi · 2 years

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Alright so! About that post of us just talking about our day

I went to court yesterday with my lawyer I didn't do anything illegal though. It's part of my internship lol. He specialises in medical law and I was so fascinated by the trial

Hes was super cool told me I can enjoy my freetime and he'll call me up whenever he goes to court bc he doesn't want to force me to sit in the law firm and make coffee for everyone all day long.

He also told me about all of the exams and tests he failed after I said I was worried about failing in law school

Im so lucky to have found such an awesome lawyer like him

Oh and Im visiting my goddaughter tomorrow for her first birthday and I bought a TON of presents for the little peanut

Im so happy lately 😁

How was your week? What do you want to talk about?

man i thought i was gonna get an epic court drama story until i remembered u study law LMAO

but it's cool that ur lawyer is so awesome, nothing's worse than horrible internships khdfghjk good for u !! and happy bday to ur goddaughter <3

my week was pretty boring tbh ....... pretty much all of my classes switched back to online so now im just at home all day

the only kind of noteworthy thing i did was write a fic for a friend but i havent even finished that one yet, it's kind of hard rn to find enough motivation rip

i did finally start watching the new demon slayer season after putting it off for weeks lol

now im just lying in bed and planning how to get my dad and sister to talk tomorrow bc they kinda got beef for years now and i promised my sister to like. help her reconcile with him and i hope the whole thing doesnt flop tomorrow

#that's so oldest daughter of me rip #asks #disasterpost

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caracalfeather · 4 years

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WARNING- Cats and Birds is a mob AU fanfiction of the Arcana game, and is not meant for young audiences and is not meant to offend anyone. Some writing choices were made so characters are out of their canon way of acting and thinking. Please do not be offended by character choices made by the authors and content creators, this story was made for fun and in the way we wanted it to be. The story was not hijacked by any of the authors to make any ships or characters overshadow any other. All content contained in this story has been agreed upon and accepted by all parties in it’s creation.

TW- Cats and Birds contains scenes that may not be suitable with some readers, including themes of violence, smoking/drug use, sex, cursing and various other strong themes. Special warnings for scenes will be posted with chapters. Proceed with caution and Reader’s discretion is advised.

Julian tried to focus on Rose and on the movie. But oh god it was so hard too, there were old suppressed memories trying to resurface and Julian COULD NOT let them. He poured himself a glass of whiskey, more than what he usually drank and he tossed it down his throat like a shot of tequila. He grunted and then sighed as the liquid stung his throat.

“Jesus christ Amor.” Rose looked up at him and sat up “That was a lot more than usual. You don't usually shoot whiskey.” She put down her glass and slid close, almost in his lap “Are you sure you're okay? Did something happen during the mission?”

“I’m fine Rose just….tired.” He picked up the bottle and stood up, “I’m...going to bed.” He walked out of her room and to his own, which...hadn’t happened in….well a year. But Julian didn’t really care, not now anyways.

Rose watched him leave, her heart sinking slightly. Had she done something wrong? It was possible…. It was probably her fault. With a heavy sigh she turned the movie off and put on the news, taking the bottle of whiskey and draining it before the commercial break and eventually passing out on the couch in a pile of blankets and self doubt. Eventually One of the Capos Vice, woke her up, helping her clean up.

Julian slammed the door to his room, and flopped on the bed, the dresser across from him almost beckoning him. He growled and turned over, his eyes wandering over to that bottom drawer, he looked down at the bottle of wine he carried with him.

“I can hear your gasp of horror.” He sighed, “If you saw what shit i was drinking tonight you’d smack me square in the face…” he took a swig, “but it keeps me from remembering you...even if you are turning in your grave..” he stared at that drawer again, it was calling to him. He flipped it off, clearly drunk, “Fuck offfffff….I have a good life now.” He drained the bottle and blacked out in his bed, not even bothering to change.

Plume was the one who found him later that night, dropping his bag on the floor and dragging him to the shower, putting him in and blasting him with ice cold water “Despierta idiota. I don't know how the hell you drained that bottle alone.”

He jerked awake coughing and gasping for air. “PLUME! THE HELL?!” He shouted through his coughing fit, rolling onto the floor with a thud, groaning in pain, he was hungover as all shit. “We're celebrating a mission gone right...I assume Rose told you…”

“No actually. I heard from witnesses.” Plume through a towel onto him “Rose left for the night. I assume she went to the red district to drown sorrows with a stripper or a bottle of vodka.” he leaned against the sink cabinet, his golden eyes showing their usual look of anger.

“Ahhhhhhhhfuck…” he moaned, standing up and rubbing his auburn hair dry, “I’ll go get her if that’s what you're suggesting.”

“No. Im wondering what the fuck you did to her. It's been months since she’s done that.” He huffed and walked into the bedroom “You aren't leaving the den.”

Julian scoffed, “fine...so be it.” He threw off his shirt and searched his closet for a new one. “We just saw a dog yesterday thats all…” he called from the closet rummaging around for a clean jacket.

Plume rolled his eyes “A dog doesn't cause emotional stress to our boss idiot.” He sat on the bed and tied up his hair “There was an empty whiskey bottle and cigarette box on the couch. She was pretty drunk when she left it’d looked like.

“Well what else do you want me to say Plume?” He shrugged, running a hand through his hair. “I thought I recognized the dog and it threw me off for a while, THAT’S IT.” He appeared from the closet with fresh clothes on throwing his hands out in a dramatic way.

“Jesus christ. And did you tell her that it threw you off or did you just leave her so you could drink alone?” He stood and walked to the door “Because I think she blames herself for the mess you're making of yourself.”

“Ah shit..” he sighed, leaning against the closet entrance, “well...no I didn't tell her. Are you sure you still want me to stay here? Because the sooner I don’t cause anymore emotional messes, the sooner we can have our Queen back.”

“...Take the car. Naga has the keys. Make sure to check the Raven.” He tossed the keys over and grumbled “She’d only listen to you anyways.”

Julian was out the door in a hurry and sped to the Raven, throwing open the doors and frantically searching for his love. The sooner he fixes this...the sooner he can move on and forget the years and years of suppressed feelings.

Rose was in her usual booth at the bar, nursing a glass of tequila and groaning to herself. Her knuckles were bruised from punching a wall and she was extremely drunk.

“I know you don't want to see me right now.” He started to say, “but...I do owe you an explanation as to why I left with that….horribly flat tasting wine.” He sat in front of her, almost expecting her to react violently towards him.

She rolled her eyes, dowing the drink with a growl “Fuck off ilya. I don't know what i did but clearly you don't trust me enough to say so.” She stood, wrapping herself in her leather jacket and starting towards the door.

“Wait! Please just...hold on a second.” He grabbed her arm, “It’s just the dog that’s all..I thought I recognized it from...somewhere and it threw me off. It has nothing to do with you.”

She laughed, lacing it with slight drunken malice “Oh bull shit ilya. Let me go…” She stumbled back, leaning against him and growling “Damn alcohol.”

Julian rolled his eyes with a huff and in one smooth motion he picked Rose up bridal style and left the bar. “We’re going home..I’ll send Plume for your car later.”

“Fuuck you…” She slurred, leaning into his chest. He was so warm, it was almost impossible not to be soothed by his touch and scent “Fucking ditched me...son of a bitch…” She wiggled in his grasp until giving into her numb thoughts.

“Curse me out all you want, you’re not changing my mind.” He set her in the car and started to drive. An awkward silence filling the space as Julian hoped Rose would drop the topic so they could move on with life.

Rose was quiet on the way home, looking out the window as she got home. Plume made Julian put her to bed so he could get the car. Rose leaned into Julian as they got to the mattress, her eyes were dull.

“Sleep love.” He crooned, pulling a blanket over her, he kissed her forehead. “The Den needs their Cat.”

The alcohol was starting to take over her brain as she whispered “Don't call me that… you don't love me….” she was passed out in minutes.

“I love you more than there are stars in the sky…” he whispered into her ear before her lids closed. Julian returned to his room, the drawer still calling out to him. With a hard sigh he pulled out his knife and pulled back the comforter on his bed. On the left side of the mattress there was a gash in the bed sloppily sewn together in bright red thread. With one swipe of the knife Julian cut the threads and stuck his hand in the opening. He spent a few minutes searching before his fingers graced the surface of something cool and metal. He pulled it out and there it was...a key.

He walked over to the dresser and knelt down, staring the locked bottom drawer in the face. He hesitated for a moment before unlocking the drawer. Inside its wooden interior was a single magazine.

VOGUE

“The Loveliest Face in France says ‘Fantastic!’ To Jean Romeo’s latest rendition of ‘Cinderella; The Ballet’’

#the arcane game #arcana apprentice #the arcana #the arcane julian #julian devorak #arcana #the arcane mc #the arcana lucio #muriel #the arcana julian #cats and birds #mob au #rose sagenea #rose the apprentice #caracaltalks #lyra the apprentice

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harryfeatgaga · 5 years

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so nobody asked me but MY TAKE: i think the song is about fame and how he learn to deal with it? he loves the attention but it comes with goods and bads things, and you know when people have like this pre-made ideas about you and you feel you have to be like that to fit in and be successfull, i believe maybe now he's saying fuck all that because i realized it wasn't me and i need to be who be i want to be i don't care if doesn't fit your standart i think it's about his journey to stardom

YEAH I CAN DEF SEE THAT

Anonymous said: I‘m sooo happy that we have finally new music that literally forgot for a second that a whole ass album is still coming 🥵🥺

FUCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Anonymous said: ITS NUMBER 1 IN AUS NOW TOO AND KICKED OFF DANCE MONKEY THATS BEEN NUMBER 1 FOR WEEKS AND WEEKS, HIS POWER!!

YAAAAAAAA

Anonymous said: My dash has been at (+99) every fifteen minutes for the entire day, I can't look through the content fast enough, We have never had so much good content from Harry and this video is less than 3 minutes!! Seriously, the amount of stills and GIFs is a bit overwhelming... there's so much to take in, we need to make a masterlist of all the best GIFs, this is going to fuel our Harry filth for years to come...

OH MY GOD I KNOW

Anonymous said: I’ve been horny since last night when the video came out this is no way for someone to live I’ve literally never wanted him to throw me on a bed or bed me over a counter more than after this video y’all this is so unhealthy help me lol

MOOD

Anonymous said: Do you realize we are going to hear Lights up live soon???? Do you? Because I’m not ready!😩

ILL LOSE MY SHIT

Anonymous said: I hope there will be songs on the album that sound similar to hs1 🥺

IM SURE THERE WLL BE AT LEAST ONE

Anonymous said: I’ve played it 4 times at work so far and was crying so much I had to take a photo of myself and how ridiculous I look lmaoooo I’m SO glad I’m the only one here bcuz it was literally loud sobbing ... this man turns me into a mess

ITS JUST SO GOOD

Anonymous said: I just spent my hour long lunch break in my car listening to and watching Lights Up. It's have now been tattooed into brain where it belongs. Can't wait to sing the chorus parts back to H on tour. Can't even imagine what that's gonna sound like. -slut anon

BIG MOOD

Anonymous said: Tbh I hadn’t listened to HS1 in ages, but after last night I’m gonna be jamming to it + Lights Up until HS2 drops. Then I’ll have two (2) albums to jam to lmaooo

YAAAAAAAAA

Anonymous said: I hate the weather, Paige. These past few days have been nice for the most part. Just a few thunderstorms here & there. However yesterday, it started off warm like it has been, but then it got a bit windy & as the day progressed it just got colder & colder & by 10 o'clock it was fucking 38° 😭 Now today has been cold af (currently 46°). @ Harry: let me grind on you boi....I need the body heat

LMAOOO OH NO AND SAME ITS MISERABLE HERE TODAY

Anonymous said: Paige, Niall flopped in the UK chart. He didn't even make top 40. I feel bad but like not because it was just another generic song.

RIP

Anonymous said: I've literally just went and activated my free 3 months of apple music so i can listen to it all the time.

GOOD

Anonymous said: In the beginning I thought he was preparing to fight someone.

LMAO

Anonymous said: I just click on the Harry Styles tag and the first thing I see is a larrie with the same name as me. I die a little inside because I don’t have a normal name and not a lot of people have it so then seeing a larrie have it hurts a little.

OH GOD

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Love your writing! A prompt for you: I'd love to see Phil reacting to people saying he doesn't love Dan as much as Dan loves him which I think is stupid??

So, if you’ve read my fic Birthday Sex then you will know that I do not buy into this trope whatsoever, which i must say is a big reason I wrote it. I really just do not see where people are coming from when they say that Dan loves Phil more?? Maybe at the very, very beginning of their relationship it kind of seemed like Dan was a bit of an obsessed lovestruck young kiddo (spoiler: he was) but firstly, it’s important to remember that we don’t get to see everything the two of them say to one another and we already know that Dan tends to share a lot more with the public than Phil does. For example, when has Phil ever (barr his Draw My Life and a few other sparse instances) ever revealed anything serious and personal about himself? Whereas Dan just yesterday opened up about something so deeply intimate that it’s honestly baffling he had the courage at all. My point is that it’s highly, highly likely that there were things said between them behind the scenes that we just did not have any knowledge of whatsoever. I’d draw your attention to the Video That Will Not Be Named as an example, because obviously (if you choose to ignore dnp’s ‘explanation’ and see it as real/true) then it was NEVER meant to be seen by anyone except Dan. Think about that... if youtube hadn’t glitched, that video would not exist to us. How many more videos are there like this one? How many texts and phone calls and private conversations that are probably WAY more schmaltzy and incriminating??

Not only this, but as a follow up point, Phil is older, and he is maturer than Dan. The latter possibly gets less true as time goes on and Dan grows as a person (what a fantastic man he’s becoming I stg im so proud), but certainly up until now, Phil has been the adult of the two of them. Don’t try telling me he acts like a child either, because that’s not the same thing - he’s an entertainer for a family friendly YouTube channel, it doesn’t mean he isn’t a millionaire/business owner/well-educated, successful man. I find it not only silly that people expect him to be fawning over Dan every minute of the goddamn day on camera in order to prove his affection, but just ridiculously unrealistic. He’s a 30 year old man. If he is with Dan, then he’s been in a committed relationship with him for years. They’re over the honeymoon stage. They’re into something far more serious and committed now, and it’s a kind of love that doesn’t need to be shown at all times.

Finally, I just want to add that apart from all I’ve said - neither of them (imo) show much sign of being madly in love with the other at all? I mean, you have to remember that we are a fandom, and it’s so easy to pick apart something and pull out the bits you want to fit your ideal picture. There is evidence of them being a couple, yes, but there’s also evidence against it! Neither of them refer to one another as ‘boyfriend’ or ‘partner’ and I honestly doubt they ever will! Dan is not constantly gooey over Phil, and the same goes the other way around. It baffles me that people can dissect every one of their looks and actions (I’m guilty of it too of course) and come up with these absurd headcanons such as “AWW DAn looks so in love here, and Phil looks so indifferent” because it’s just... it’s just completely ridiculous?? You have nothing to base that on whatsoever apart from a half second clip from a video - the leap to conclusion is beyond crazy.

Idk I am aware i went off on a little ramble here, but this kind of thing is where the phandom descends into a total clusterfucky mess. It’s good to take a breather every once in a while and remind ourselves that the things we do know about the boys is very limited. Our ‘evidence’ from the past is still just a bunch of tweets and videos, none of us know them. I don’t want to destroy any ships, because personally I think there’s a LOT of mystery and confusion shrouding their relationship which could absolutely mean something else is going on, but again, I’m not going to make any mad assumptions about anything because at the end of the day I just don’t know.

ANYWAY. Nothing wrong with writing FICTION about this, and that’s what you’ve asked for, so here my love! Thanks for the question (none of this was aimed at you btw! I know you’re just asking in general about the topic, I just wanted to share my thoughts on it).

Got a prompt for me? Click here! (Please be aware that due to an abundance of prompts, your prompt may take a few days to complete - but thank you all for submitting so far!)

The comment catches his attention, and Phil isn’t sure why.

He’s scrolling through the comment section of the latest DanAndPhilGAMES video, a smile playing on his mouth as he reads everyone’s reactions to Dil’s latest adventures.

It’s a treat he allows himself very rarely nowadays, to look through the comments. As Dan once said, it can be like picking through a minefield. Sure, the vast majority of the comments will be overwhelmingly positive, filled with adoration and appreciation of them both, lulling him into a false sense of security and then BAM! One will jump out, jarring him with its nasty words, or its negative perspective. Reading a mean comment can, even now, when there are literally thousands of nice once to combat it, throw Phil off-kilter for days.

It can make him second guess every creative instinct. It can make him snappy and irritable, or just glum.

This comment, though not exactly mean per se, is one such instance. He tries to ignore it, to just scroll past and move on with his life. It’s just a shipper comment, after all. That’s what he and Dan call them. Around half the comments they get on their videos are from the ‘shippers’. It’s fine. Usually neither of them pay any attention to them whatsoever.

But this one has been upvoted 600 times. It has dozens of replies attached to it, clearly a topic of hot discussion. Phil scrolls back up, gnawing at his lip, and lets his eyes scan over the words again:

It’s so sad when Dan says something funny and looks at Phil all hopeful but Phil just ignores him. Heartbreaking to know that Dan will always love Phil more - ever since 2009. 3

Phil closes his laptop, wishing the words would dissolve from his brain. He shuts his eyes, but they burn behind his retinas, bright and jarring. Where do they get this stuff? Is that truly what people believe?

He reopens his laptop and scrolls back up to the video, dragging the slider over the bar at the bottom of the window, scanning his and Dan’s faces for any signs of what that subscriber had said.

As he scrolls through the video for the sixth time, squinting at the screen, he feels Dan flop down onto the sofa beside him, crunching something. Phil sits up, turning to Dan with warm cheeks, feeling caught out.

Dan raises an eyebrow at him, glancing at the screen. He offers Phil a crisp from the packet in his hands.

“Watching phan videos again?” Dan asks him, smiling.

“Just... checking the comments on the Dil vid.” Phil tells him, and Dan sighs knowingly, placing the crisp packet aside.

“Oh God, what’ve they said now?” Dan asks, shuffling towards Phil in order to see.

Phil wonders if he should even mention this to Dan; it seems like it might be worse for him to know the fans seem to think this way, after all. Inevitably though, Phil breaks, not able to think up a good enough lie.

With some reluctance, he scrolls down to the comment, and waits for Dan to read it, chewing his lip.

“Oh,” Dan says in a strange voice, sitting upright. “That’s... I thought it was gonna be like ‘gay emo dicks’ or something.”

Phil laughs a little, but it’s a hollow, unconvincing sound. “You know that... that’s not true, right?”

Dan looks at him, something small and fearful hidden deep in the recesses of his eyes. “Yeah.”

He doesn’t sound very convinced, and it worries Phil immensely. “You’re my whole world, Dan.” Phil tells him with complete sincerity; Dan looks away, obviously embarrassed by the loaded emotion. “I know it sounds melodramatic. But you are. You’re my best friend, my favourite person in the world. I love you so much it’s crazy.”

There’s a choke to Dan’s voice when he next speaks. “Yeah,” he says again, sniffing. “I dunno where they get their weird ideas, tbh.”

Phil pushes his laptop off his knee, reaching for Dan and pulling him in. He holds him tight, pressing firm kisses into his soft curls. “I’m sorry if it ever comes off that way.” Phil tells him, voice a whisper of itself. “I’m sorry if I’ve ever made you feel that I might not... love you as much.”

Dan shakes his head. “Don’t be stupid.” He pulls away a little, looking up into Phil’s eyes, his smile watery. “I know how much you love me, you sap.”

Phil surveys him carefully, scanning his face for signs of a lie. Eventually a smirk creeps onto his lips, and Dan zeroes in on it, confused.

“Well,” Phil purrs, leaning forwards until their lips brush. “If you ever need a reminder...”

Dan snorts with laughter, trying to wriggle free of his grip. A few kisses later, however, he seems to give in.

#idk what the fic was im sorry #thanks for the prompt bae #prompts #anon #ellen answers

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