#if i had to guess maybe the issue is in there.

[yelenasdiary]

OK OK OK I have a request go with me here. What about Florence with an insecure reader but she’s plus size she’s insecure about like sitting on Florence’s lap (and face 😗) so maybe like a fluffy smut or something idk I just haven’t been feeling to good about my body these days. You 100% don’t have to do this. Ok love you bye!!!!😘

Why Me?

Pairing: Florence Pugh x Plus Size! Reader

Summary: Flo helps you cope when your mind gets the better of you.

Angst, Fluff

Warnings: Body image issues, Mentions of Depression & Cyber Bullying| 1.3K

AC: I hope you enjoy this, I didn’t include any smut or suggestive themes as I simply do not do that when writing celebrity x reader so I hope what I have written is still somewhat what you were looking for x

Dating a celebrity wasn't easy, especially when you never thought you were built for the spotlight of any kind. Birthdays were usually small just to keep the attention off you as much as possible and you never liked it much when people would make a fuss about your achievements. You were shy, but it was one of the many things Florence, your girlfriend, loved about you. 

Florence absolutely loves showing you off. At family events, she was always seen proudly holding your hand or having an arm wrapped around your waist. It took a long time for her to get you to say yes to attending a red-carpet event with her. Florence had this way of making you smile and laugh when you didn't know you needed it the most, it was like she was always one step ahead of your insecurities and thoughts. 

But not everything was rainbows and butterflies. The world can be cruel, not matter how big or small you are, people are always going to express their opinions and it was one of the biggest things that Florence quickly noticed that was affecting you. Whenever the paparazzi snapped photos of you and Florence hand in hand walking the streets of LA or the rare chance that caught you kissing in a busy café in London, there were always comments. 

Harsh and cruel comments directed mostly to you, comments on your body, weight and how people couldn't understand why Florence was with you. Most of the time you were able to avoid seeing them or ignored them whenever you did see them but being human, they got to you sometimes. You've struggled with thoughts about yourself for a while and it never helped when your depression would side with those thoughts. Florence hated the comments, and she would know when you had read some. 

"What's on your mind darling?" Florence's raspy voice brought your attention back to earth as you looked up from the plate of food in front of you. "Huh? Oh, sorry" you quickly collected yourself, "I'm just a little tired, I think I might be coming down with something" you added. Florence tilted her head slightly to the right, "don't give me that" she said knowing you weren't being truthful with her. 

You sighed, placing the silver fork beside the plate of untouched food, you knew there was no hope in lying to her. She studied your body language while you racked your brain to form the words you wanted to say but not wanting to upset your girlfriend. "I guess, I just" you started, avoiding eye contact with the blonde knowing full well that if you looked into her big green eyes that the tears you felt trying their best to build would break. Florence reached over the table and gently placed her hand on top of your left, "it's okay baby, take your time" she assured you. 

A moment of silence was shared between the two of you before you finally broke it and spoke the thoughts that had been circling your mind for the last few days. "Why me?" You asked, "I mean, you could have anybody in the world, I mean that literally. You could have somebody who isn't….well…. me" you spoke, your eyes dropping to your lap. 

Florence rose from her seat and walked over to you and kneeled, taking your hands into hers. "Look at me darling, please" she spoke. Slowly, you lifted your head up, looking at her with tears building up, "where is this coming from?" She asked, her thumbs brushing gently over your knuckles. A tear streamed down your right cheek when you saw nothing but love and concern from your partner, "I guess" you paused for a moment, "I feel so ugly" you said, "sometimes I think everybody is right, you can do a lot better than me" you added as more tears streamed down your cheeks. 

Without hesitation, Florence stood up and wrapped her arms around you, pulling you close to her and placing a kiss on the top of your head. "Oh darling" she said softly. She didn't need to know how this all started, she noticed recently how you were slowly hiding yourself away from those around you, avoiding going out to lunch with Florence, afraid of what more people would say. She hated it so much that people could be so cruel and not think about what their words could do to another human. She gently rubbed your back, letting you break down in her arms. You were tired and she knew that. 

She kneeled down in front of you again, wiping the tears from your cheeks, "I don't want anybody else, I don't need anybody else" she assured you, "You don't see yourself the way I see you, all those strangers don't see you the way I see you, they don't see the beautiful soul that makes my day better every morning, they don't see how hard working you are. You care so, so much about every single person around you, you make sure that everybody feels seen and included and it's something I love about you, but it also makes me wonder why you don't treat yourself with the same kindness. 

You are the most beautiful person I have ever met; I am so lucky that you picked me. I am so lucky to love you. I love that I get to wake up next to you every morning and coming home to you is all I look forward to each day. Darling, nobody is perfect but you are perfect to me and I know that sounds cliché but I wouldn't have you any other way. I just want you to be happy" she said, ever breaking eye contact with you. She brushed a lock of hair behind your ear, "how about this weekend you and I take a trip, wherever you want to go. We'll take some time away from everything and just enjoy our time" she suggested. 

You nodded, loving the idea of not having to worry about your insecurities. Although they didn't go away completely but Florence always had a magic way of making you forget about them. 

----

The sun kissed the top of the lake that you looked over, sitting on Florence's lap while she traced random shapes and patterns on your back. Like the sun, her presence and comfort brought a sense of warmth to you. Nothing else mattered in this moment but spending it with the one person you loved and adored so much. The weekend had only started, you and Florence had booked out a lake house for the weekend to enjoy, arriving in the early hours of the morning Florence still was able to cook up an amazing breakfast which the two of you enjoyed on the porch overlooking the lake. 

"It's so beautiful here" you commented as your eyes traced over the mountains that overlooked the lake. Florence smiled softly, "it is, isn't it" she replied. Although she didn't care much for the view of the lake but more the soft smile that you wore proudly. She placed a kiss on your cheek which only made you blush at her unexpected affection. 

"Thank you" you said as you looked over your shoulder at Florence, "I'm sorry that my mind gets the better of me sometimes" you added. 

"Oh darling, you don't need to apologise nor thank me" she smiled before leaning up and kissing your lips gently, "just promise me that when you start to feel down again, you talk to me. I am always here for you, my love. I'd drop everything just to see you smile, never forget that" she added before you kissed her once more, smiling against her lips before you pulled away. 

"I love you" you whispered to her.

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[niko-sasaki-dbd]

This is gonna be a controversial take but, for angst purposes only, I like to think that Charles' worry about being a bad guy might be founded in the fact that back when he was alive, he did some questionable stuff—not out of the desire to harm others, but due to survival instinct, or maybe a bad combination between peer pressure and being chronically abused at home, and manifesting pain in unhealthy ways as teenagers commonly do, sadly.

And listen, if you don't agree, it's okay, I don't have all the facts.

I think it's possible that he still thinks about it— about the times he had to watch silently as his "mates" abused people or pranked them in cruel, probably harmful, ways; or about the times he had to nod and even the times he was forced to participate in the abuse until he couldn't take it anymore, until he finally mastered the courage to stop them, because he realised that the eyes of the victim were his own, and he couldn't stand feeling every punch and every kick like a ghost over his own skin.

Stopping them get him kill, so his fears weren't misplaced, he knew that his security inside st. hilarion—and everywhere else, as a matter of fact— was precarious. Honestly, that boy didn't know what safety was until he was dying.

Maybe that's why he's haunted, maybe that's why he tries so desperately to help others, to protect others. Perhaps, just perhaps, that's the reason he gets so overwhelmed by the fact he can't always stop the people he cares about from hurting, because it's reminiscence of the times he let others suffer due to his own inability to help them.

Charles wasn't a bad person back then, and he's not a bad person now, but when guilt strikes, the lines get all blurry, and one cannot differentiate between the things we didn't do by choice and the things we didn't do because we didn't have the option to do anything else.

That's the thing about guilt and unresolved issues, it usually feels like they are never going to go away. It doesn't matter how much you try to change things, how hard you try to do better, to be better.

It feels like it's never enough.

I guess something about it— the mere perception of failing— is a trigger for him, he's hurt by the past, he's angry about what happened to him, he's sad and worried and frustrated, and once again, he's angry with himself for not being better even after dying, for keep tripping over his own feelings and turning violent, which only harms his perception of himself.

[aeternallis]

Ngl, I think a big part of the anxiety a lot of people and myself feel about Colin not knowing about Lady Whistledown before the engagement is because it gives him an opening to shame and rebuke Penelope and the angst that'll ensue from that. At least, in my opinion. Heaven knows it was hella annoying for me to read in the book even after their engagement, sighs.

It's a fine line to tread, in all honesty: how will the showrunners portray Colin's anger and feelings of betrayal at the reveal of Penelope's secret whilst also still maintaining that they are now, in fact, lovers, and on top of that, not making it look like a regression of his character?

In the book, that had been the source of tension between them in the first days of their marriage: Penelope thought Colin was ashamed of her for being LW, while Colin was secretly jealous of Penelope's success as a writer, when he himself is also one.

And to be perfectly honest...ugh, Colin being jealous of Pen's success as LW had always been a thorn on my side when it came to my enjoyment of RMB. Lol Not sure how prevalent this opinion is, but Idk, man...maybe it was due to JQ's writing, but his jealousy seemed petty and childish, yknow? He acknowledges his own flaws for being jealous of Pen's success, and let's be real, this would actually tie in quite nicely with his other insecurity of not having a purpose, but all in all, the execution of that entire arc in the book was just...meh.

The way I see it right now, I'm just not sure how they can elevate that arc beyond "meh," but who knows what'll happen. Prove me wrong, Shondaland~

Personally, I would be a lot more happier if show!Colin heavily leaned more into his protectiveness for Pen, and how much danger she puts herself in that has him so anxious and angry, yknow? And have that be misinterpreted by Penelope as him being ashamed of her, rather than it actually him being jealous of her success. I'd rather he see Pen's success as LW as a source of inspiration for his own writings and hope for success in being published and widely read. :P

Because knowing how Shondaland is, without a doubt, Colin will find out about LW in the worst possible way, if the spoiler pics are anything to go by.

The way I predict it, Cressida will probably announce to the world she's LW in order to collect the reward money, and Colin will see Penelope sneaking out of the house or something to deliver her next issue to the printer that disavows Cressida. Colin will misinterpret and think Penelope is seeing a secret lover, then boom boom, LW reveal.

It's just all so anxiety-inducing, in the best way possible. Lol This is how to keep the audience's attention, I guess~

[applesaucesims]

After work, Niall took his car a bit further than usual, following Franklin to his home that he shared with Laura. He needed somebody to talk to about his doubts, and Franklin was the one who understood the topic the most of all.

Once inside, Franklin led his friend to a sitting room and lit the fireplace. Niall's eyes immediately jumped to a bottle of whisky that had been placed on a small table in just the right position to have a relaxing night of drinking on the couch. Although he had been trying to stay away from alcohol, Franklin seemed to be making a good point that he could just have a sip or two. Surely that could not cause any issues.

After a number of whisky glasses that Niall had lost count of quite early on, he slowly opened up to Franklin about the worries he had about Louis. He told him about the dream that his son had told him about, and how that had released feelings of doubt he had been pushing away rather than working on them.

As he listened to Franklin's words of encouragement, Niall felt his head getting heavier and the world around him seemed to be getting blurrier by the minute. Suddenly, his body seemed to act on autopilot, and he pulled his friend in for a kiss, just as he was about to turn away from him.

Thankfully, though, Franklin pushed him away immediately. They might have been together like that in the past, but that was all it was - the past. Neither of them actually still had any feelings for the other, and they had moved on a long time ago.

Bringing some distance between them, Niall scooted away in embarrassment. In doing so, his eyes fell to the photograph of Franklin's partner, Maxim, whom he had actually introduced him to, and then, just above, another photograph of himself with Emma, his wife. What was he even doing here? Was it really that easy for him to slip into old habits and make it worse at that? What would she say if she saw him like this now?

[TRANSCRIPT]

Franklin: "So, may I offer you a drink? Let me just light the fireplace."

Niall: "Erm... what sort of drink?"

Franklin: "You still like whisky?"

Niall: "Uhm... technically... but I haven't had one in ages."

Franklin: "Really? I can't imagine."

Niall: "I swear! I haven't had alcohol since... some time after Louis was born?"

Franklin: "Maybe that's why you're so stressed out."

Niall: "I mean... I can't say it isn't."

Franklin: "Right, surely one glass won't kill you. To take the edge off, you know?"

Niall: "Right."

...

Franklin: "So, you're worried because of a dream?"

Niall: "You're gonna tell me it doesn't mean anything, aren't you?"

Franklin: "Maybe not, but either way... That's got nothin' to do with you in the end, does it?"

Niall: *sighs* "I don't know. I guess I just hate to face that part of myself."

Franklin: "You're never gonna find peace that way, Niall."

Niall: "I know. And I love Emma so much, but thinking about this makes me feel like a fraud." *hic*

Franklin: "That's ridiculous. You just like both, and most of all you like her. It's that simple."

Niall: "Easy *hic* for you to say."

Franklin: *laughs* "How are you this drunk already? I need to catch up! Let me just top up my glass and- Mh!"

Franklin: "Niall, stop! What the fuck are you doing!?"

Niall: "I- I don't know."

Franklin: "That's enough drinking for you then."

Niall: "I'm so sorry! I don't know what's come over me!"

Franklin: "You really need to start properly working through this shit. I'll help you if you need me to, but I'm not here for you to fool around with for some distraction."

Niall: "I know, I don't even want that from you. You know this."

Niall: "I'm so stupid! I never should have come here. I tell you, this thing is causing nothing but trouble in my life."

Franklin: "Look, it's fine. Just figure yourself out. Your damned sexual preferences are not the issue here."

Niall: "Right. I'll- I'll try my best. Thanks for the talk."

[dazednmatthews]

always, i’ll care~ number neighbor!matt x reader part fourteen point five

i know that this doesn’t seem like an important part but it is!!!! the song for this chap is perfectttt. y/n is jus like me fr yall gotta get off her. her lore is avoidant attachment and commitment issues like she’s jus a girl!!!

part 15 and 16 tonight <3 i decided to write something really long and special for the last chapter so 17 will be up friday or saturday at the latest. and then we’re done 🥹 soooo crazy boots. love u all always.

the hum of y/n’s AC unit is killing her into a dissociative state. she’s been staring at the countertop in front of her for what feels like hours, unmoving.

it’s been about a week of no contact with matt. a week since she ripped her own heart out of her chest and squashed it in to the sidewalk between them. she stares at their messages often, rereading the texts with muted emotion. she wants to text him, she always fucking does, but she just can’t.

there’s a burning in her eyes because she doesn’t know the last time she blinked, but she doesn’t care. she doesn’t even know why she’s so hellbent on running away. sure she’d been hurt before and that was a concern, but she knew matt was different. she could feel it.

and maybe that’s what made it so hard. she knew that they could be real and good and right. it’s enough to freak her out all over again.

the clattering of her ice maker snaps her out of the stupor, blinking furiously as she comes to. her apartment seemed too small, too condensed. it didn’t help that she now knew what it was like to have matt here, flashes of that night bleeding into the memory of every space in there. from the living room to the bathroom to her fucking bed, he was everywhere.

don’t even get her started on the pictures she has in her phone. the ones of matt over facetime, the ones of them smiling at each other in face masks, even the ones from the day they met, doing dumb shit. it all serves as a vile reminder that she fell into the same grueling self sabotage she thought she’d healed from.

the tears are pricking her eyes painfully, and the words from a week ago are reverberating unforgivingly in her head. “whenever you’re ready, whenever you want to stop hiding, i’ll be here, y/n.”

she wants to be ready, wants to to stop being so fucking avoidant. she knows that the longer she takes, the more matt will be hurt, and that’s the last thing she ever wanted to purposefully do.

the truth is, y/n doesn’t want to be dispensable. this whole thing with matt started because of her. her boredom, her interest, her persistence. she’s always felt like matt has had the upper hand. he could walk away so easily, at any time, and that fucking terrified her. especially now, with all the feelings she has for him and the way he’s pretty much become the most important person in her world. she hated that, being out of control. so she had to get it back somehow. it just so happened that somehow included breaking her own heart, anyway.

when she finally walks away from the spot she’d been standing her phone rings. the terror and excitement that she feels in that moment make her hands shake, but when she looks at the caller ID, she sees it’s her best friend. she doesn’t know whether be more relieved or disappointed.

“hey,” she says quietly. she’s tired, has been for days.

“what the hell is wrong with you?” it comes from love, so y/n just sighs.

“not now, daria.”

“um, fuck that.” she can hear shuffling from the other end. “you’ve been moping for a week. you still haven’t texted him?”

y/n feels her heart squeeze at the question. “i don’t know what to say.”

“bullshit.”

she tries again. “i don’t want to hurt him.”

“bullshit.”

“i’m not ready.”

daria scoffs a laugh, like her friend just said the funniest thing in the world. “can you guess what i’m gonna say next?”

y/n rubs at her eyes. “bullshit.” she mumbles.

“exactly.” there’s a pause in her words, and y/n can hear what sounds like the washer in the background. “you’re in love with that man, y/n. you’ve talked every day for like what? three months now?”

“four.”

“oh my bad,” the sarcasm makes y/n smile the tiniest bit. “four months. and you talk about him constantly. i literally know basically everything about him too.”

“i know, but-“ she tries to interject but daria is having none of that.

“no buts. what are you afraid of?”

y/n is stumped. not because she doesn’t know the answer, but because she does. “what if i go all in and he decides that this isn’t what he wants? or i fucking tell him how i feel and he fucks me over?”

there’s a pause. and then, “you’ve gotta be the dumbest bitch i’ve ever met.”

“oh, okay.” y/n blinks.

“i love you, very dearly. like immensely. but the only person in this relationship that has given any feelings of doubt or uncertainty is you.” it quite literally feels like a shock goes through her entire body as her best friend continues. “you quite literally told the man that it was never that serious and that he needed to relax. meanwhile, he basically confessed his love for you.”

she feels herself cringe at the reminder of her matt’s last conversation. from the look on his face to the way that she felt. it’s probably her biggest regret, maybe ever, because all she did was say a bunch of words she didn’t mean. bullshit, as daria would say.

“please don’t fucking remind me.”

“you need to be reminded. constantly, actually.” y/n rolls her eyes at her friends brashness. “you’ve got to get out of your head, y/n. you and matt are clearly made for each other. you clearly care about him, and he’s obviously obsessed with you. getting hurt is scary, it fucking sucks, but that’s just apart of life.”

“the way i see it, you have two options. either you keep being a coward in fear that something bad could possibly happen, ruining something potentially amazing before it starts, or you fucking nut up and let yourself feel without restrictions. be open to his feelings, be open to all the possibilities and be open to yourself.”

you know that moment when you finally find that post you’d been searching for? or when you finally remember the name of a song that was stuck in your head? that feeling is exactly what y/n feels in that moment. like the connection between her head and her heart is finally, finally growing back.

“i hate when you make sense. it pisses me off.” y/n says through a tear or two, because feelings are fucking scary. “i love you.”

daria laughs and her voice is kind. “i love you, too. now stop wallowing and go get your man.”

y/n can feel something close to hope filling her. the wheels turning in her head are telling her that she knows exactly what she has to do. “yeah, i think i will.”

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[echo-goes-mmm]

Kitty Elliot AU #1

Masterpost

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Warnings: starvation, confinement

Ambrose was cleaning up when he noticed a guest had left a trunk in the room. He sighed.

Mr. Horneswood was long gone; he had left hours ago. He picked up the handle to move the trunk downstairs so he could swing by and pick it up later.

It was heavy, heavier than expected, and a soft whimper came from the box.

He dropped the trunk in surprise, and the trunk yelped.

“Hello?” he called out.

Nothing. Did he imagine it?

Ambrose hesitantly knocked on the trunk. 

Someone knocked back. Shit.

“Oh my god- okay- uh- hang tight, alright? I’ll get you out-”

The latch had a padlock that wouldn’t budge, and he ran down the stairs. There was a hammer in the shed outside, and he frantically searched the toolbox.

He sprinted up the stairs, tool in hand.

“Just hang on-”

Ambrose hit the lock as hard as he could, over and over, cries coming from the trunk.

“It’s okay- it’s okay-”

The lock finally broke after a few tries, and he fumbled with the latch. He threw open the lid, panting.

Inside the trunk, curled up and trembling, was a catperson.

He stared up at Ambrose with frightened blue eyes, tears running down his filthy face.

His ears were pinned back, tail tucked between his legs. He was only wearing boxers, and his skin was covered in marks, old and new.

“Hey, buddy,” breathed out Ambrose. 

The catboy shrank back into what little space there was, curled up so tight it must be painful. His ribs and bones jutted out from under his skin.

“You can come out,” coaxed Ambrose, “it’s okay.”

The young man practically leapt out of the trunk, startling him. The catboy scrambled for the far corner of the room, his eyes darting around, before dashing under the bed.

Ambrose put the trunk and hammer aside, and knelt down to look under the bed.

Shiny blue eyes reflected back at him. He was crouched down as low as possible, his gray tail agitated and twitching. There was a tight black collar around his neck, so tight he could see some skin rubbed raw.

Ambrose wasn’t sure what to do. He hadn’t seen a catperson in decades; not since he worked at the temple. They were a holy rarity, designed by the gods, but this one was clearly not treated with respect.

Ambrose sat back on his heels, thinking. He peered back under the bed.

The catboy opened his mouth and closed it, a silent meow Ambrose recognized from feral house cats. The real kind, not the dignified catpeople he knew. And he was so thin.

“Do you want something to eat?” he asked. “Water?”

The young man’s ear twitched. Good enough.

“I’ll be right back,” he promised.

Ambrose carefully closed the door behind him, and it clicked softly. 

He didn’t remember seeing the catboy when Mr. Horneswood checked in. He must have been hidden inside the whole time; two days at least. Poor thing.

Ambrose got some cured salmon from the pantry, and poured a mug of water. He considered cream, as lots of catpeople loved it, but some had issues with milk and he didn’t want to give a starving man a stomach ache.

He carefully carried the plate and mug upstairs, opening the door with his elbow.

“I got you some fish,” he said, pushing the plate and mug under the bed. “I hope you like it.”

There was some shuffling, and the sound of eating. He peeked under the bed, and the catboy was drinking from the mug. His tongue lapped up the water, as opposed to using his hands, and Ambrose’s heart panged with pity.

It seemed he was more ‘cat’ than ‘person’. It made the collar’s presence all the more disturbing.

He was a pet, or perhaps something worse, and that was its own horror.

The fish was gone quickly.

“Want some more?” Ambrose asked, and the catboy’s head shot up. He stared back at Ambrose.

“You can have more,” he repeated. “Do you want more?”

The boy licked his lips, before shaking his head. Full, maybe? It was a pretty big filet.

“Okay. Can I have the plate back?” His tail swished anxiously. “That’s alright. You can keep it, I guess.”

Ambrose turned and sat, his back against the bed. He sighed. 

What the fuck should he do? He couldn’t let the catboy go back to Mr. Horneswood. He just couldn’t let that happen. The catboy could have died inside that trunk, and clearly Horneswood didn’t care if he was left behind.

The best he could do was help the young man feel comfortable.

Ambrose stood. He picked up the folded blanket on the end of the bed and crouched down, holding it out partially under the bed. 

“Here you go. You’ll be more comfortable if you want to stay under there.”

There was a soft tug on the end, and Ambrose let the boy pull the fabric underneath. 

He heard shuffling, a scraping sound, and felt something push against his foot.

Ambrose looked down, and saw the plate halfway out from the bed. He picked it up.

“Thanks,” he said, smiling. “I’ll get you some more food, in case you get hungry.”

___________________

Ambrose finished his chores, keeping an ear out, but the room the catboy was sequestered in was silent. Maybe he was just asleep.

Mr. Horneswood had still not come back when evening set in. He went back upstairs, knocking on the door before opening it. He didn’t see the catboy; he must be still under the bed.

“I don’t think Mr. Horneswood is coming back for you,” he said honestly. “You can stay here as long as you like, though.”

Nothing. He bent over to look under the bed, and unsurprisingly the catboy was staring back at him.

He wasn’t an expert in catperson body language, but he did know a little about cats. Ambrose blinked slowly at him, but the catboy said nothing.

He sat down on the floor, cross legged. “I’m not gonna hurt you,” he said softly. “And I’m really sorry you got left behind.” Ambrose glanced at the once again empty plate.

“Are you still hungry?”

The catboy nodded. “Do you need more water? Or the bathroom?”

The young man said nothing. 

“Sorry, that’s two questions. Water?” A nod. “Bathroom?” The catboy pointed to the toilet that came with every room and shook his head.

At least he was brave enough to use that, but he seemed unwilling to leave his nest under the bed.

“Okay. Can I get those dishes?”

A nod.

Ambrose reached underneath the bed, and the catboy shrank back a little as he grabbed the mug and plate. “It’s alright,” he soothed. 

He stood up and turned, but the trunk and hammer leaning against the wall caught his eye. Maybe he was afraid of being put back inside. The open lid had claw marks on the inside.

He shuddered.

“I’m going to take these downstairs,” he said, picking up the hammer. He closed the trunk, piling the dishes and hammer on top. “I’ll be back soon.”

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This time he had a full plate of meat, bread, and some fruit. He couldn’t remember if catpeople ate fruit, but it couldn’t hurt.

He put the plate of food just in front of the bed, and hoped he could maybe coax the catboy out.

Ambrose sat a good few feet from the plate and waited.

“I’m not gonna hurt you,” he quietly repeated.

Slowly, the catboy crawled to the edge of the bed, the blanket around his shoulders.

He looked skeptical, but his focus was on the food and water. He licked his lips.

“I promise,” Ambrose said. 

The catboy’s eyes flicked to him, and back to the plate. Ambrose held his breath.

The young man slipped out, bringing his knees to his chest. He looked at Ambrose, his head tilted to the side. His tail swished. Ambrose gently smiled at him.

The catboy lowered himself to his hands and knees and began to eat, his ears alert.

Success.

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[kunikinnie]

a/n: oddly specific prompt as it's based on recent experiences lol lemme indulge (also lowkey a mess but whatever HAHA) warning: some profanity

comforting you after a breakup (and you getting sick in the process)

featuring: Kunikida, Akutagawa x GN!Reader

Kunikida Doppo

He'd drop by your place more often that he should. But it's not that it was uncalled for (although of course he was worried that he was overstepping boundaries). In fact, you were always grateful for his help.

"How are you feeling?"

"A bit better," you'd reply with a weak smile. It was always like this every visit and for every other visit to come. He'd bring you some food, sometimes those which he cooked himself, your favorite snacks, and whatever it is you requested from his previous visit.

While you were glad you had a friend around to brighten up the place in your darkest moments, sometimes the guilt would get to you. Wasn't he spoiling you a bit too much?

Perhaps he was, but to him, this was hardly anything at all. Yes, he was doing it for you, but he was also doing all of these things to ease his own guilt and pain from seeing you like this.

He promised he would always be there for you. It shouldn't have been hard, given how loyal of a friend he was (and given how deeply he had fallen for you) , yet he'd failed at looking out for you when you needed him most.

Maybe if he'd acted sooner, you wouldn't have fallen for that bastard. Maybe if he'd tried a little harder, you wouldn't have to sacrifice so much for a man who would never have done the same for you. Maybe if he'd had been more honest, you would've realized that you were loved - so greatly loved, really - even if that came from a person so unworthy such as himself.

The moment he found out your bouts of illness weren't just unlucky coincidences was the moment everything crashed down for him. There was nothing more painful for him than seeing you in pain, whether it be emotionally or physically. That's why he couldn't take it anymore when everything started going downhill for your health and your relationship.

He's glad that at least the initiative to break up with that scoundrel came from you. However, the temptation to strangle him if Kunikida ever bumped into him always lingered in his mind. Perhaps it was fate that spared both of them the headache; he never ran into him since you two broke up.

How could your ex waste your love and affection like that? Why did he leave you hanging in the air when you needed him most? Why did you have to fall for him anyway?

Of course he didn't want to think of himself as being the better choice as he also has his own weaknesses and issues to work out, but at least Kunikida knew he'd never let you second-guess or tire yourself to death.

He'd never force you to fit his ideal because he's learned to love you for the person you are.

"Thanks so much for all this."

Your smiles alone made all his worries vanish into thin air. Didn't you notice how much brighter they are now? It's the only reward he could ever ask for, even if sooner or later those very smiles would be reserved for someone else.

"I'll come again tomorrow. Just let me know if you need anything."

"Nah, it's fine. Your presence is more than enough."

Words couldn't encapsulate the joy he felt from hearing that. If only he could return those same words with the same level of honesty...

"Aww, he's happy to hear that."

W-was it really that obvious? Then did you also notice-

"Okay, okay I'll stop teasing you. You should go home now, it's late."

"I'll be fine. You should be fine too. Don't forget your meds. Also you can heat up the-"

"Yes, yes, I got it. Don't worry about me too much. I think you should be worrying about Dazai-san's latest case instead-"

Ah, right. Sometimes he wished that his partner would at least spare him half the trouble so that he could visit you more often...

Akutagawa Ryuunosuke

He couldn't understand anything of what was happening to you, and to some extent, to himself as well.

He was aware he had no idea nor any intention as to knowing what "love," let alone being in a relationship meant. So when he learned that you had been dating someone else, he had been largely unaffected.

Well, at least that was what he said. It was obvious to anyone close to him that he was, in fact, extremely affected. The mere mention of your name was enough to shake him and sometimes even sour his mood.

But if this so-called "love" was the reason your smiles seemed to be brighter, then he had no right to feel the way he did.

As time passed, he distanced himself from the very thought of you. There was no point in dwelling on something that causes you pain, he claimed. Sure, sometimes you'd bump into each other and he'd feel lighter when you greet each other, and maybe he'd look out for you during missions as he always did, but they were just out of duty as your superior.

Yet the moment he found you one night crying in the middle of the rain, his resolution had been all but forgotten.

He used Rashoumon as an umbrella for the both of you before (awkwardly) asking what had happened. You suddenly hugged him tightly, despite being drenched from the rain, and continued to sob into his shirt.

"I guess he has no place for someone weak like me," you barely managed to say.

That statement puzzled him. You? But you were one of the most capable members the mafia, not just in terms of power and agility, but also in intelligence and strength of character.

It was not until he finally brought you to the hospital (because of course you got a fever from crying in the rain, dumbass) that everything was made clear.

You were diagnosed with a rare disease that had no treatment. Turns out you found a few days ago and were about to tell your partner that night, until he left you (literally) stranded in the middle of the rain for no good reason. He must have been tired of dealing with your symptoms - that was your conclusion.

"And still you refused to seek shelter like the idiot that you are," he said with great annoyance, but with no harshness in his tone. He could understand where you're coming from, of course, but compromising your health as if you were seeking death over something like that irritated him.

But what angered him more was your ex's (he supposed he was already your ex) behavior. To someone like Akutagawa who didn't even claim to truly know what "love" meant, it was disgusting to see someone abandon their lover like that. Worst part was that had to be you.

You having an illness, terminal or not, was not an excuse. If anything, that should have made him more determined to be by your side until the very end, right?

He hadn't realized you had already drifted to sleep. Despite your pale and reddened face and your puffy tear-streaked eyes, seeing you at peace for even just a moment brought him some peace of mind as well.

He was caught in a flurry of thoughts, ranging from wanting to choke your ex to coming to terms with the idea that he himself had fallen in love with you, and even to wishing that he could take your illness instead.

None of those really mattered right now, at least. The one thing that was clear was that you had to recover quickly and fully. If that meant he had to distance himself even further, then so be it. But if him being around would help in any way at all, then he'd swear to never leave your side and nothing - I mean nothing - can deter him from that.

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[anthurak]

So with the episode Full Moon apparently close at hand, I thought I’d talk about a topic I’m very interested to see going into the rest of Helluva Boss’s second season and beyond:

I am very curious as to whether the looming breakup between Blitzo and Stolas that we’re seeing more and more indications of in the trailers is actually going to STICK. As in, is the backhalf of Season 2 going to be a situation wherein we get the Stolas breakup in Full Moon, followed by a few episodes of moping, angsting, soul-searching and character-development which leads to a big reconciliation/make-up/getting-back-together moment in the season finale? OR, again, is the Stolitz breakup actually going to stick going into Season 3 with Stolas and Blitzo still broken up?

Like I think we can guess that the big ‘trial’ the other Goetia put Stolas on that we see in the trailer is from the penultimate finale episode Mastermind, which if Season 1 is any indication is likely to be the season finale-proper in terms of plot and character development.

Which I have to imagine will also include the shots of Andrealphus fighting and this shot of Blitzo protecting Stolas (note all of the ice around them)

So I think it’s a safe bet that the ‘trial’ is part of Andrealphus’s (and Stella’s) plot against Stolas, with Blitzo trying to help which ends up leading to the fight with Andrealphus and the shot of Blitzo trying to protect Stolas.

Now in most shows, it’s easy to imagine this chain of events leading to Blitzo and Stolas having a big, dramatic make-up/reconciliation/getting-back-together moment and ending the season as a couple.

However, given the show’s track record, I can’t help but think that Vivzie and the other writers AREN’T going to give the Stolitz drama and breakup such a quick, simple and easy solution.

Perhaps the events of Mastermind DO lead to Stolas and Blitzo getting a reconciliation and resolution to the big breakup they had. But NOT in a way that leads to them getting back together, but instead has them both recognizing and accepting that what they had together wasn’t working and COULDN’T work, and leads to them being able to part on (semi)good terms. Maybe this is where we get Stolas’s “Thank you Blitzo…” line from the trailer?

Now, to be clear: I still think that Stolitz is PROBABLY ultimately endgame for Helluva Boss. I also think it would be interesting if the show took it’s time getting there. Like I wouldn’t be surprised if Blitzo and Stolas actually getting together for real is (at least close to) an end of series development. With Stolas and Blitzo needing to work through and resolve their own personal issues and baggage before they are able to make any kind of real relationship work. This feels especially the case with Blitzo, who it now feels like is set for a series-long arc of dealing with his personal trauma and baggage and ultimately learning and accepting that he can be happy and loved by others.

And in the meantime, perhaps we might also see both Stolas and Blitzo explore relationships with other people?

For example, I have become very curious as to whether Vassago really will be a viable love-interest for Stolas as some people have started theorizing. Like going back to the theorizing about Mastermind, what if Blitzo isn’t actually able to help/save Stolas from Andrealphus, and instead it’s actually Vassago who ends up saving him?

Say, what if this shot of Stolas and Blitzo about to be crushed by what is almost certainly Andrealphus’s giant ice-claw leads to VASSAGO having a big, heroic moment to save them both? And therefore getting the 'rescue romance' moment with Stolas.

Which in turn, leads to the end of Season 2 going into Season 3 having Stolas hooking up (if ultimately temporarily) if Vassago while Blitzo has his own accepting, if bittersweet, resolution. Maybe he actually does get a poly-thing going with Moxxie and Millie?

Again, I do think we are eventually going to see Blitzo and Stolas together. I just have a feeling it’s not going to be a quick and easy path to get there. And personally I think that’s way more interesting XD

[moe-broey]

Seer's Snare team (they're lost.)

[wired-for-weird]

tentadick this tentadick that what about tentaclit huh???

[lbhslefttiddie]

ruminating once again on the concept of murdering shen yuan for fun suspense and ghosty reasons and like. i like the concept of trying to write a murder mystery but fanfiction doesnt really Work for murder mysteries because you know what everyone is about before you read the first paragraph. there's very little mystery to be had in guessing between a set of likely candidates, and a lot of it has less to do with logic and puzzling things out and more to do with judging how the author interprets 7 and also 9 so ive been stuck ruminating on it for ages.

and then earlier i had a stroke of what im not going to call genius because i thought "the best way to add a twist to a scum villain murder mystery!!! would be if the person who murdered shen yuan!! was also shen yuan!!!"

[skunkes]

observation post but ive found myself doing a lot of "problem solving" for commissions in my sketchbook because it helps me in a way that drawing digitally does not... Now im trying to figure out why that happens and how to bridge that disconnect because well why would it be different. Why is it so different 😭

[silverfoxstole]

I thought the fact that Big Finish can no longer use images from the TVM on their covers due to rights issues was bad enough, but it suddenly struck me when I watched this 60 Years in 60 seconds video the other day and saw it wind through the 90s as though nothing had happened, that it goes much further. Although the movie is available on iPlayer, given the Eighth Doctor has been entirely represented as seen in Night and Power of the Doctor in official anniversary compilations/images it’s evident that, unlike ten years ago, even the BBC can’t use clips/photos from the TVM in new output any more.

All this just makes me even more grateful for those later appearances, as without them Paul and Eight would now be effectively wiped from the show’s history, visually at least.

[alphacrone]

i keep making long ass posts trying to explore my feelings about chronic illness and disability and our current diet and fitness and health culture but it essentially boils down to: one day you will be sick or disabled and treating us like shit now won’t save you

[tj-crochets]

Hey y'all! I have to preface this two-part question by saying it is not based on something I am currently experiencing, but something that happened years ago 1. Can anaphylaxis cause low blood sugar? 2. How bad is a blood sugar level in the 40s? Again, based on something from years ago, not now (just in case someone skipped the first paragraph) Like, I understand that that's very low blood sugar and is bad but idk how bad? At the time it happened I was at an urgent care and, uh, not tracking what was happening super well (both the things definitely happened at the same time, but I am unsure if they were related things)

[urostakako]

idk what this is supposed to be im ngl the fic its based on (achilles come down by HotCocoaaa, legit the best satoru death fic ive ever read) isnt even like this lmao but whatever. i love me bloody gory people <3