#it’s just the cause of me screaming in stress

[ethereacals]

so american <3

synopsis: Remus grows attached to an American transfer student from Ilvermorny.

trope: idiots in love, grumpy x sunshine

pairing: remus lupin x american!reader

(R is alluded and mentioned to be in gryffindor)

warnings: unwanted attention from icky icky men ):

chapter 3 out of 10!

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wc: 1.3k

a/n: I KNOW ITS TECHNICALLY SATURDAY IM SORRY

YOU HAD BEEN SHOVED INTO A CLOSET at a loud, booming party.

“Why me?” You thought, your whole body shaking due to the possibility of someone walking into closet with you.

Just as you faced away from the door, the door bursted open, and clicked shut rather loudly.

“H-Hello?” You mumbled, turning around quickly as a hand met your shoulder.

“Please be Remus, Please be Remus..”

“Hello, Y/N.”

Shit.

“Gilderoy? You weren’t even—“

“Shh, darling. It’s fine.” He smirked disgustingly.

“I just wanted to come in here and formally apologize for being honest about my thoughts about you.” He started, and you shrunk beneath him in discomfort.

“You know— I would really be interested in you if you weren’t ‘american’” He mocked, patting your head degradingly.

“I don’t want you to be interested in me.” You tried, but Gilderoy didn’t seem to take the hint and back off.

“Ugh, you and every other girl. Always playing hard to get.” He waved his hand casually, before backing you up into the wall.

“How did you get in here?” You asked breathlessly, practically feeling the anxiety bubble up inside of you.

“Everyone’s eyes are closed out there, darling. They don’t know who went in.” He whispered sensually in your ear, before groping your chest sexually.

You didn’t know what else to do, so the second his leg shoved its way in between yours… you screamed.

Looking back, it was quite comical.

it was the first thing that came to your mind, and everyone heard it too.

REMUS HAD EVERY INTENTION OF FOLLOWING you into the closet.

But when he heard the door click— he knew he was too late.

He stressed himself out over who was in there with you, and his suspicions were shown as correct when he heard your scream.

Everyone’s eyes flicked open, then Remus and Sirius immediately stood up to “rescue” you.

“What the fuck do you think you’re playing at, Lockhart?” Sirius barked, causing Gilderoy to spin around.

“I— Black..” Legend has it— that Sirius was the only person Gilderoy was truly afraid of.

“Get your bloody arse away from her!” Sirius shouted back, before stepping into the closet and all but throwing him out.

You stood there— petrified, and Remus felt so horrible for you.

You were dragged into this, and the worst imaginable could’ve happened and almost did.

“Y/n..” Remus mused your name like a god, and walked towards you gingerly.

“Are you alright?” He knew it was a stupid question, but he might as well have asked.

“Y-yeah.” You whimpered, before involuntarily breaking down in tears.

Remus instantly wrapped his arms around you, and the world went quiet for the both of you.

“Shh.. shh, it’s alright, dove.” He cooed softly, rocking you side to side gently.

“I-I’m sorry—“ You choked out, and his heart broke.

Now— what you didn’t know, was that Remus had barely ever voluntarily hugged someone throughout his years at Hogwarts.

So Lily was staring your direction, and so was James.

“Has he ever done that before?” James asked Lily, as Sirius took all of his anger out in the form of words onto Gilderoy.

“Never, only awkward side hugs.” She shrugged, as James began to usher people away from the area.

“REMUS?” YOU STARTED, shifting to face him on the dock.

“Yes, dove?” He responded calmly.

“Lily told me that you had never hugged anyone like that, atleast— not to their knowledge.”

“Well— She’s not… wrong.” He started, his cheekbones becoming lightly dusted by pink blush.

“I don’t do hugs, usually.” Remus admitted.

“It’s alright, some people don’t like them.” You replied, with a soft smile.

“…I’ve only seen you hug me, so… I was a bit curious.” You shrugged, your teeth grazing your bottom lip gently.

“As I said, I don’t really do hugs. I mean— I’ll hug someone if they initiate it but— not out of the blue.” He responded.

“Thank you for helping me, I couldn’t think of any other way to get out then… well, scream.” You laughed shortly.

“You should really be thanking Sirius.” He brushed your compliment off.

“No, i’m thanking you.”

“Sirius beat the guy up—“

“But you comforted me, you came to me.” You stated surely.

Remus stayed quiet, as if he was trying to speak but no words were coming out.

“Do you see the difference? Sure, Sirius helped take care of the problem— but you helped me.” You insisted, and Remus’ eyes met yours once more.

“Y-You’re welcome, I guess.”

Remus wasn’t a touchy-feely person, he never had been.

He always found the world to be mundane, as many of his peers found love— he found solitude in books and his studies.

Not that he didn’t want to love— he was scared too.

Not scared to get his heart broken, scared about what he was.

He had convinced himself that he was an unloveable monster, that he was never going to be loved.

Nobody had ever told him that.

But he had always believed it to be true.

So throughout his school years, he had single-handedly turned down every single date, every single hangout, and every single opportunity.

Remus wasn’t an optimist, he was quite the opposite.

But you made him feel something he had never felt before.

It was weird, you made him feel… sunny.

But was he really ready to be loved?

Your smile after he said “You’re welcome.” light up his world and told him that maybe, just maybe, he could be loved.

“Remus?”

“Yes?”

“Have you ever kissed anyone, Remus?”

“U—Um, yeah.” He answered, surprised.

“Who was it?” You asked excitedly.

“It was years ago, and— it wasn’t very enjoyable.” He laughed, and you laughed with him.

He always wanted to make you laugh.

“Yeah, whatever. Who?” You urged.

“First time it was just some girl in third year, and I didn’t initiate it. And the rest are just drunken blurs— really.” You giggled at his response.

“I’ve never kissed anyone.”

“Really? A pretty girl, like you?” He asked, his brow quirked.

“Nope, at Ilvermorny— we weren’t allowed to be “romantically involved” with one other. So— we never tired.” You shrugged, as he moved closer.

“But— I guess that whole thing with Gilderoy really made me realize that I didn’t want my first kiss to be forced or with someone I don’t trust.”

“A valid thing to want.”

“I trust you, Remus.” He was silenced again, before you filled the gap between the both of you.

“Can I kiss you— Remus?” You asked nervously.

…

“I—I don’t want to force you to do anything—“

“Why do you want to kiss me? Out of everyone?” He moved himself back a bit, and you frowned softly.

“I— I don’t want to kiss anyone else right now…” You admitted shyly.

“You don’t want to kiss Sirius?” He cocked his head.

“I— no I don’t want to kiss him! I’m asking you!”

“Y/n, you don’t want to kiss me.” He argued.

“Says who?” You fought back.

“The universe!” He flung his arms out.

“Remus—“

“Y/n, you don’t want to kiss me.”

“But—“

“Y/n, i’m not the kind of guy you want! Trust me.” He reassured.

“Oh, yeah? And who decided that?”

“Me!”

“If you don’t like me, Remus. You can just say it.”

“N-No! I do like you, Y/n— I’m just protecting you!”

“Protecting me from what?”

“Myself!”

“Why?”

“ ‘Cause i’m a bloody Werewolf, okay?”

Once Remus had realized what he said— silence fell upon both of you.

“Remus..—“

“I have to go.” Remus stood up, quickly.

“No— please— Remus—“ You tried, standing up and following him.

“I’m dangerous, Y/n. And if you’re smart, you’ll never speak to me again.”

Remus misspoke, he knew that immediately as he continued to walk away from the Boathouse on the Black Lake.

His words hit like a bullet into your heart, how did that go so wrong?

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[aspenmissing]

Hiii I love your arcane works if it’s ok could you write something with the characters x fem reader where maatbeker there’s an explosion and they get blown away from each other and they’re panicking looking for the reader and feeling bad for not keeping her safe??? I just loveee angst to comfort like a high stress situation to soft words and reassurances that there going to be ok!!

Or SOMETHING THAT IDK NO HARD FEELINGS IF NOT IT WOULD JUST FEED ME FOR THE MONTH

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JAYCE

The deafening sound of the explosion shattered the air, sending a powerful wave of heat and force through the surrounding area. The ground beneath Jayce’s feet trembled violently as the blast sent him sprawling backward. He hit the ground hard, the impact knocking the wind from his lungs and causing his vision to blur momentarily. The smoke and dust filled the air, stinging his eyes, but it was the overwhelming feeling of dread and panic that gripped him the most.

“Y/N!” he shouted, his voice raw, barely able to break through the ringing in his ears. He pushed himself up from the dirt, his legs unsteady as his heart pounded with terror. His breath was coming in ragged gasps, and his thoughts raced with one desperate, singular focus: finding her.

There was no answer. His mind screamed at him to move faster, to do more, but his body felt heavy, as though the weight of the world was pressing down on him. His fingers brushed against the cool metal of his hammer instinctively, but the weapon felt useless in the face of what had just happened. The explosion had come without warning—there was nothing he could have done to prepare for it. And he couldn’t shake the feeling that he had failed her.

“Where are you?” he muttered through gritted teeth, his voice trembling as he forced himself forward through the chaos. The heat from the blast still burned his skin, and the distant sounds of crumbling stone and falling debris only heightened his anxiety.

He moved through the wreckage as fast as he could, calling her name over and over again, his voice fraying with each passing second. “Y/N!” The silence after each call was deafening. Panic clawed at him, and his heart lurched with every empty second that stretched on.

=

Then, in the midst of the devastation, he finally saw her. She was lying against a pile of rubble, her body still and vulnerable, her chest rising and falling in slow, steady breaths. His stomach twisted painfully, and his hands trembled as he rushed toward her.

Relief surged through him as he reached her side, but it was quickly replaced by guilt when he saw the cuts and bruises scattered across her skin. His heart clenched as he gently cradled her face in his hands, trying to calm his frantic breathing.

“Y/N, are you okay? Please, please be okay…” he pleaded, his voice desperate. His eyes scanned her injuries, his fingers trembling as he lightly touched the cuts on her arms and the gash on her cheek. The blood was so small—insignificant in the grand scheme of things—but to him, it was a sign that he hadn’t kept her safe.

A soft smile pulled at her lips as she reached up and gently wrapped her fingers around his wrist, her touch grounding him. “Jayce… I’m fine,” she whispered, her voice a quiet comfort amidst his rising panic. “I’m really fine.”

Jayce's chest tightened with emotion, his breath coming in short, uneven bursts. He pulled her into his arms without thinking, holding her close as though afraid she might disappear if he let go. His body shook against hers, his heart still racing with the aftershock of fear. The sound of her steady heartbeat beneath his ear slowly began to calm him, but the guilt in his chest refused to be quieted.

“I’m so sorry,” he choked out, his voice thick with emotion. “I should’ve kept you safe. I couldn’t… I couldn’t protect you, and—” His words broke off in a raw sob that he couldn’t suppress. The weight of his failure felt unbearable.

Her arms wrapped around him tightly, pulling him back from the edge of his guilt. “Hey,” she murmured softly, her voice steady and comforting, “You couldn’t have known. We didn’t know it would happen. You didn’t fail me, Jayce.”

Jayce squeezed his eyes shut, leaning into her touch as though it was the only thing keeping him anchored. Her warmth, her presence—she was here. Alive. She was okay. But it didn’t stop the overwhelming sense of responsibility from clawing at him.

“I just… I couldn’t forgive myself if something happened to you.” His voice was barely above a whisper, shaky and vulnerable in a way he rarely allowed himself to be.

Y/N gently cupped his face in her hands, guiding his gaze to meet hers. Her eyes, soft and reassuring, locked with his, and for the first time in what felt like forever, Jayce saw the unwavering trust she had in him. “Jayce, listen to me,” she said, her voice steady but filled with warmth, “I’m not fragile. I’m not made of glass. I’m here, I’m alive, and I’m okay.”

Her words pierced through the storm of his emotions, cutting through the guilt and the fear like a beacon of light. He let out a shaky breath, letting her soothing words wash over him.

“I don’t know what I’d do without you,” he admitted quietly, his voice barely audible. He couldn’t hold the rawness of his emotions back any longer. He tightened his grip on her, as though he was trying to hold on to the world itself.

Her fingers brushed his cheek, wiping away a tear that had escaped down his face. “You don’t have to know,” she said softly. “You’ll never have to find out.”

Jayce pulled her closer, burying his face in her hair, breathing in the scent of her. The fear had yet to completely leave him, but the tightness in his chest had loosened just enough for him to finally feel the relief that had been eluding him. He held her for a long time, letting the moments stretch on in a silence that was comforting, peaceful even.

The world around them had been torn apart by chaos, but in this moment, in this embrace, everything else faded. Jayce felt the weight of his worries slowly being lifted, replaced by the undeniable truth that no matter what happened, as long as they had each other, everything would be okay.

And so, in the quiet aftermath of the explosion, they held each other, finding strength in each other’s presence. No words were needed. Their hearts, now beating in sync, told the story of everything they couldn’t say aloud.

VIKTOR

The lab was filled with the hum of machines and the crackle of electrical sparks as Viktor meticulously adjusted the various wires and gears. The latest experiment was a bold step toward his vision of a better world. Y/N had been by his side all afternoon, quietly assisting with calculations and observations. Her calm presence balanced out his intensity, grounding him in a way he didn’t quite understand, but cherished nonetheless.

"Careful," Viktor murmured, adjusting a dial on the machine. "This should be the breakthrough we've been waiting for."

Y/N smiled softly, her eyes catching the glowing lights in the lab. "You're always so confident, Viktor. I hope it works, too."

He glanced over at her, his lips curving into a small, appreciative smile. "Confidence comes from knowing that we're on the cusp of something extraordinary. We’re creating a future, Y/N."

Her gaze softened as she met his eyes, her voice dropping to a near whisper. "And you’re leading it, Viktor. You always do."

But just as he gave a final push to activate the device, there was a sudden, deafening crack, followed by an explosion of bright, blinding light. The force of it sent Viktor stumbling backward, crashing against a table as the shockwave ripped through the room. For a moment, time seemed to freeze as everything around him collapsed into chaos—sheets of metal tore through the air, glass shattered, and the violent wave of heat seemed to reach through every corner of the lab.

Through the haze of smoke and sparking machines, Viktor's vision blurred. His head spun, and his body shook with the aftermath of the explosion. His cane, a lifeline that had often steadied him, was lost somewhere in the wreckage. His heart hammered in his chest as he tried to push through the swirling confusion in his mind, his breath shallow and ragged.

His first thought was Y/N. Where is she?

"Lásko!" he called, panic lacing his voice. He stumbled to his feet, disoriented, his heart sinking as the lab flickered in and out of focus. The smoke was thick, the room a labyrinth of wreckage, and he couldn't see through the mess of destroyed machines and debris. His feet carried him forward, propelled by nothing more than raw fear. (Love)

"Y/N!" he shouted again, his voice cracking with desperation. "Where are you?"

His legs burned as he pushed through the debris, searching with frantic desperation. His head swam as he scanned the ruined lab, his breath hitching. It’s my fault. I should have been more careful. The guilt surged with every passing second. His mind raced, trying to piece together the events. The experiment—what went wrong?

He could barely see beyond the shroud of smoke. His hands trembled, fingers slick with sweat, as he pushed through the wreckage with renewed urgency. Please, please let her be okay.

Then, just as he was about to lose hope, a faint groan reached his ears, weak but unmistakable. His heart stilled.

Y/N.

Her body lay crumpled on the cold floor, eyes closed, a faint rise and fall of her chest barely visible. Relief surged through Viktor’s veins, but it was quickly replaced with a suffocating guilt. His chest tightened as he fell to his knees beside her, shaking hands brushing the strands of hair from her face.

"Y/N," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. "I’m so sorry. I should have protected you. I never meant for this to happen." His hand hovered over her face, trembling as if it might cause her pain. I could have lost you. I...

He cut the thought short, his hands moving to gently lift her into his arms. She was weightless in his embrace, and yet, the responsibility he carried for her safety felt heavier than ever. His body ached, and his mind raced as he took in the destruction around them. The lab—his sanctuary, his vision—was reduced to ruin. The explosion had stolen everything, including a piece of himself.

"Y/N," Viktor whispered again, his voice breaking, barely audible. "I’m sorry. I didn’t mean for any of this."

He carefully adjusted her in his arms, cradling her against his chest. His hands were shaking, but the grip he had on her was firm, protective. She’s still alive, he told himself. She’s still with me.

Viktor looked down at her face, her eyelids fluttering slightly as if she were fighting to wake up. He felt an overwhelming wave of guilt for dragging her into this world of machines and ambition, a world where she could be hurt. If anything happens to you... He couldn’t even finish the thought.

The feeling was unbearable.

He stood slowly, lifting her with the utmost care, but his legs faltered as he adjusted his balance. His body was still reeling from the blast, the aftershocks making every step feel like a struggle. His cane was nowhere to be found. He had no strength left, no control over his own body as the realization of his failure hit him. He didn’t even notice the pieces of broken glass digging into his skin as he limped forward, focused solely on Y/N.

"I promise you, Y/N," he muttered under his breath. "I will make this right. No matter what it takes, I will make it right."

Her breathing was shallow, but her grip on his sleeve tightened just a fraction, as though she were trying to reassure him. Viktor’s heart swelled with a renewed sense of determination, but the guilt still lingered in the back of his mind. He couldn’t forgive himself until she was safe—until he fixed the broken pieces of both the lab and their lives.

=

Days later, Viktor’s world was a blur of scientific equations, makeshift repairs, and sleepless nights. Every moment was spent hovering over her, monitoring her recovery with a sense of urgency. But every time he looked at her, that feeling of guilt gnawed at him. He had failed to protect her.

But when Y/N finally stirred, blinking up at him with those soft, knowing eyes, all the pain, the regret, and the loss seemed to melt away.

“You’re awake,” Viktor said, voice trembling as he leaned closer, his hand resting gently on hers.

“Viktor,” she murmured, her voice hoarse but warm. Her gaze softened as she studied his face, noting the exhaustion and the sorrow that hung behind his usual determination. “It wasn’t your fault. You didn’t want this.”

His chest tightened again as he stroked her hand softly. "I should have been more careful," he whispered, eyes filled with raw emotion. "I never wanted to hurt you."

Y/N smiled faintly, reaching up to cup his face with her uninjured hand. "You didn’t hurt me. But you’re hurting yourself, Viktor."

He closed his eyes, resting his forehead against hers. He didn’t have the answers to fix the past, but in this moment, he knew one thing: he would protect her, no matter the cost. No experiment, no invention, no future vision would ever be worth losing her.

“I’ll make this right,” he vowed softly, as he held her close.

She nodded gently, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “We’ll make it right. Together.”

JAYVIK

The air was thick with tension, crackling as the experiment continued in the lab. Viktor's eyes were focused intently on his work, a quiet hum of mechanical precision coming from his side. Jayce stood nearby, assisting with the setup, his broad frame tense and sharp-eyed. They’d been working together for hours, determined to get this new invention working, but something was off—something neither of them could fully pinpoint.

You were standing at the far side of the room, trying to stay out of the way but still offering suggestions when necessary. The two of them had always been protective of you, and you had grown used to the dance of keeping out of the way while still being involved in the work. But today, you felt it. That feeling deep in your gut that something was about to go wrong.

A sudden crackling explosion shattered the quiet.

It felt like time slowed for a moment. The world around you seemed to shift, a rush of wind, the deafening boom of metal and sparks. You were thrown backward, your vision going white from the intensity of the blast. As the world fell into chaos, your mind struggled to process the moment, but before you could even grasp what was happening, everything went black.

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Viktor was on the floor, his cane slipping from his hand as he tried to push himself up. His heart was pounding, each beat sharp, urgent. "Y/N!" He shouted, voice hoarse, the once-immaculate lab now in ruin. His eyes scanned the room, trying to piece together the destruction. Sparks flew around him, the scent of burning materials and smoke filling the air.

"Y/N?!" Viktor’s arm reached out for his cane, gripping it tightly as he fought to regain his bearings. His eyes darted from one destroyed corner of the room to the other, but there was no sign of you. Panic twisted in his chest.

Jayce was on his feet next, calling out your name even before Viktor. His usual calm demeanor was shattered, his face contorted with panic. His strong hands gripped the broken edge of the workbench, fingers digging into the scorched surface as he stumbled forward. "Y/N! Where are you?!"

They both searched frantically, knowing you’d been near the explosion’s epicenter.

Jayce's voice cracked as he called your name once more. His heart raced, beating erratically as he pulled debris off the ground, clearing through the wreckage in desperate search of you. His eyes found Viktor, their gazes locking, full of shared fear and guilt.

Viktor could barely breathe, every second that passed feeling like an eternity. "I... I should’ve kept you safer," he muttered, guilt overwhelming his senses. "I should’ve known better than to let you so close."

Jayce, too, was reeling. He was the one who had suggested this experiment, the one who pushed for this new technology—he should’ve been more cautious. "We should’ve stopped. We should’ve been more careful!" His voice was full of raw regret, but there was no time to dwell on it. You were still missing.

It was then, when their hope was beginning to flicker like a dying flame, that they heard a soft groan. Both men whipped around, eyes immediately landing on you, collapsed under a pile of debris but alive. You stirred, weakly lifting your head as if you were trying to focus.

"Miláčku!" Viktor was the first to reach you, kneeling beside you with a hand on your shoulder. His usual composed demeanor was gone, replaced by something far more vulnerable. He touched your cheek gently, a breathless sigh of relief escaping his lips. "Thank the stars... you’re okay." (Darling)

Jayce was right behind him, kneeling on the other side of you, looking you over with wide, frantic eyes. His breath hitched, but when you met his gaze, he couldn't help but let out a shaky laugh. "You're... you're alive..." he said, voice thick with emotion.

You tried to smile, but it was faint, the weight of the situation taking its toll on you. "I think I'm alright," you muttered, your voice strained, "but you two... you're both idiots, you know that?"

Jayce laughed, a nervous chuckle that had a trace of his usual confidence, but it was laced with an overwhelming relief. He squeezed your hand, his grip firm and protective. "We know," he admitted, his eyes still not leaving you, "We should’ve never let this happen."

Viktor’s eyes lingered on you, his hand brushing your hair away from your face. "I’m... sorry," he whispered, his voice barely audible. "I should’ve protected you better."

You shook your head, leaning into both of them as they helped you sit up. "I’m not the one who needs protecting," you said softly. "Just... next time, let’s stick to less... explosive experiments, yeah?"

Both of them nodded, their faces full of remorse but also a sense of unspoken gratitude that you were still there, alive and breathing.

Together, they helped you to your feet, their protective arms wrapping around you as they led you away from the wreckage—this time, with a promise to be more careful in the future.

VANDER

The streets of Zaun, filled with noise and chaos, were never kind to anyone who dared wander too far. The clang of metal and the roar of engines seemed to vibrate in the very bones of the city. Yet, none of this felt out of place for Vander and you—both of you had grown up in the underbelly of this broken city, and you had learned how to survive in its dark corners.

That particular night, you were together as always—sneaking through the back alleys on a mission, fingers brushing, your hearts beating in time. You had always trusted Vander to keep you safe, but this time, something was different. Something felt off, and you couldn’t shake the uneasy feeling that settled in your chest.

"Stay close," Vander muttered, his deep voice low but urgent. His hand tightened around yours, pulling you closer. His usually calm demeanor was uncharacteristically tense, and you could sense the weight of his thoughts.

Without warning, the night split apart with a deafening explosion. The ground shook beneath your feet, and the world seemed to slow, distorted by the violent sound of shattering glass and a searing wave of heat. Before you could react, a blast of force hit you with the strength of a tidal wave, hurling you in one direction and Vander in another.

Your body slammed against the cold, unforgiving ground, and for a moment, everything was a blur. The noise of the explosion still rang in your ears, a high-pitched whine drowning out everything else. You coughed, blood rising in your throat, and your vision spun as you pushed yourself up onto your knees. The pain was sharp, a dull throb spreading across your ribs as you tried to regain some clarity.

The world was an unstable mess, a mixture of smoke, fire, and debris. You couldn’t make sense of anything. The air tasted bitter and metallic, the kind of burning that left a residue on your tongue. It felt like an eternity before you could even hear anything beyond your own gasping breath.

But then, everything came back into focus—the way Vander had shouted your name just before the explosion had torn you apart, the way his hand had slipped from yours in the chaos.

"Y/N!" Vander’s voice pierced through the smoke and dust, his footsteps hurried and desperate.

Your heart skipped a beat, the sound of his voice grounding you in the madness. You were dizzy, your senses overloaded by the pain and the ringing in your ears. But it didn’t matter. The only thing that mattered was finding him, seeing him, feeling his warmth again. You tried to push yourself up, but the world swayed beneath you, your limbs heavy, aching from the force of the blast.

The pain from your body didn’t even compare to the panic flooding your chest. You couldn't see him yet, but you felt him—his presence was like a lifeline, pulling you toward him.

"Vander," you croaked, voice barely above a whisper. Your throat burned from the dust and smoke, but it was all that you could say. His name, a desperate plea to be whole again.

And then, through the haze, you saw him. Vander was already there, kneeling beside you, his eyes wide with panic. His hands trembled as he cupped your face with an almost desperate urgency. His breath came in short bursts, the panic that had overtaken him clear as day.

"Y/N," he whispered again, his voice breaking, and that was the moment it hit you. He wasn’t just worried. He was terrified. He was afraid that he had lost you.

"Please, please don’t be hurt. Don’t leave me," he pleaded, his words jagged, like he couldn’t breathe without knowing you were okay. He scanned your body frantically, his gaze flicking to every bruise and scrape, searching for signs of something more.

Your chest ached as you tried to meet his gaze, to reassure him, but you could see it—the guilt. It weighed heavily on him, an almost crushing force that shook his broad frame. This wasn’t the Vander you knew—the stoic, calm, in-control leader. No. This was a man who had just faced his deepest fear: the possibility that he could lose you.

"I—I’m fine," you managed to say, but your voice was weak, strained from the effort. "Vander, I’m okay."

The words fell from your lips, but the tremble in his hands didn’t fade. He shook his head, his jaw clenched in frustration. His eyes were brimming with unshed tears as he slowly traced the outlines of your face, as though memorizing your features all over again. "No, I should’ve—" His voice cracked, and for the first time in forever, you saw the cracks in his armor. "I should’ve kept you safer. I should’ve—"

"Vander," you interrupted, your hand shakily reaching up to hold his. You squeezed his hand, feeling the roughness of his skin, the warmth of him beneath the chaos. "This wasn’t your fault."

He didn’t respond right away, instead continuing to hold you like you were the only thing that mattered in that moment. His breath hitched, and the overwhelming guilt in his eyes tore at your heart.

"I’m supposed to keep you safe, Y/N," he murmured, his voice raw. "I can’t—I can’t lose you."

You reached up, brushing away a tear that had escaped down his cheek, though it seemed to make no difference. The weight of his words hung in the air, and though you could feel the sincerity in them, you didn’t want him to blame himself. You wanted him to know that you were here, still here, and that nothing could break the bond you shared—not even this.

"I know you would never let anything happen to me," you whispered softly, looking up into his eyes, feeling the love and guilt intertwine in his gaze. "But we’re in this together, Vander. We always have been. We always will be."

His hands trembled as he cupped your face again, his forehead leaning against yours as he exhaled shakily. You could feel the war inside him—the battle between his protective nature and the overwhelming fear of losing you. His lips brushed against your forehead, a silent promise of protection, but you knew the truth—nothing was ever guaranteed.

"You can’t promise me you won’t do something stupid again," he said, pulling away just enough to look at you properly. There was a vulnerable sadness in his eyes now. "Promise me that you’ll be careful."

You let out a small, bitter laugh, even though it hurt. "I can’t promise that," you said, a slight smile curving your lips despite everything. "You know I can’t."

Vander let out a shaky sigh, his lips quivering, and he finally nodded. His thumb brushed across your cheek with such tenderness that it took your breath away.

"I’m just glad you’re still here," he murmured, the words soft and heavy. "I don’t think I could have lived with myself if I lost you tonight."

"You didn’t lose me," you replied, pulling him closer, your voice low but steady. "And you won’t."

The sounds of the chaos around you faded into the background. It was just the two of you now—together, amidst the destruction of a broken city, yet still unbroken by it.

The world outside might never stop its chaos, but as long as you had each other, nothing else mattered.

"I’m right here, Vander," you whispered again, your lips brushing against his as you let your forehead rest against his. "And I’m not going anywhere."

He swallowed hard, a soft sob escaping him before he quickly silenced it with a deep breath. His hands tightened around you in a quiet promise, a mutual understanding that this bond, forged in the fire of Zaun’s streets, was unbreakable.

Together, you would face whatever the city threw at you. Together, you would survive.

SILCO

The explosion rang out like thunder, a deafening roar that shook the ground beneath them. Silco’s eyes widened in shock as the force of the blast threw them all apart. His body was slammed into the rough stone walls, his vision blurring for a moment as his mind raced to comprehend what had just happened. His breath was ragged, his heart pounding in his chest, and all he could think about was—

Y/N.

His gaze snapped around, scanning the debris, his breath quickening. There was no sign of her. The world seemed to slow as panic clawed at his chest, the tension in his throat making it hard to breathe. His body moved almost automatically, his feet stumbling over the broken floor, eyes darting wildly as he searched the wreckage.

"Y/N!" he shouted, his voice raw with desperation, the sound lost among the chaos of the shattered room. His heart raced, the blood pounding in his ears, drowning out everything but the image of her face—the thought of losing her consuming him with fear.

Through the smoke and dust, he saw Jinx struggling to rise to her feet. Her face was streaked with dirt and confusion, but there was a glint of panic in her eyes as she looked around, calling out in a voice that was shaky but still loud.

"Y/N! Y/N, please!" Jinx’s small hands waved through the air as if she could push away the debris to find her.

But it wasn’t Jinx that Silco was looking for. His focus remained fixed on the broken surroundings, his breath shallow as his mind raced. Y/N... she had been right there beside him. They had been so close. Too close to be separated now.

Then, just as his hope began to dwindle, something caught his eye. A movement—small, weak, hidden beneath a pile of stone and rubble. Silco’s heart stopped as he saw it. He recognized her form—he knew it was her. His legs carried him forward before he even realized he was moving, the panic surging in him like a wild current.

"Y/N!" His voice broke, quieter this time, but still filled with the same urgent desperation. He stumbled toward her, ignoring the pain from the impact of the blast that still throbbed in his own body. His mind, filled with terror, wouldn't let him stop.

Jinx’s frantic voice was barely audible over the ringing in his ears, though he could still hear the sharpness of her words. "Y/N! Wake up! Please!"

Silco didn’t look at her. His only focus was on Y/N, on the bloodied form beneath the rubble. When he reached her, his breath caught in his throat. The sight of her—pale, motionless, and so still—shattered him completely.

His hand trembled as he gently lifted her from the debris, pulling her against his chest. Her body felt lifeless, her chest barely rising. Her face was streaked with blood, eyes closed in an unholy stillness. His heart pounded as he fought to keep his composure, but inside, everything was collapsing. Not like this. Please, not like this.

"Stay with me," he muttered, his voice a ragged whisper as his fingers brushed through her blood-matted hair. His hands shook, but there was no time to falter. He pressed his ear to her chest, trying to hear the faintest sign of life, but there was nothing. His mind screamed in agony.

"Come on, Y/N," he whispered, his breath hot against her skin. "Please, don't do this. Please..."

From behind him, Jinx’s voice grew higher, almost panicked. "She’s not waking up! What do we do?!"

But Silco barely heard her. His hands were already moving over Y/N’s chest, pressing firmly, rapidly, the rhythmic compressions almost mechanical. His breath came in short gasps as he worked, counting silently with every push. One... two... three... each number dragging him deeper into the whirlwind of his own fear.

His mind was a storm, swirling with memories of their time together—the quiet moments when her smile had been his anchor, her laugh the sound that made his world feel lighter. He couldn’t lose her. He couldn’t. Not now, not after everything they had been through.

The seconds stretched on, stretching into infinity. His hands pressed harder, his chest tightening with each passing moment that felt like a small eternity. He couldn’t stop. He refused to stop. His heart wouldn’t let him.

And then, just as he thought the world was slipping from his grasp, a sound broke through the chaos—a small, fragile cough. Silco froze, his heart leaping in his chest. He quickly leaned closer, listening to the shallow breath that followed, and his eyes widened when he saw her chest rise, albeit weakly.

Her eyes fluttered open, glazed at first, her pupils dilating with confusion. She blinked slowly, her gaze distant, unfocused. But then, she turned her eyes to him. She looked at him, a faint recognition in her weary expression.

"Silco?" Her voice was hoarse, barely a whisper. The words were soft, fragile, but they were enough to send a flood of relief crashing over him.

He didn’t say anything at first. He just pulled her into his arms, holding her tightly, as if he could never let her go. His breath was shaky as he pressed his lips to the top of her head, feeling the warmth of her body against his, reminding him that she was alive. She was here.

"You’re safe now," he whispered fiercely, his voice trembling with emotion. "You’re safe... I’m not letting you go. Not ever again."

Jinx’s voice reached him, quieter now, though it still carried an edge of confusion. "You... saved her?" she asked softly, her wide eyes fixed on the two of them. There was a mix of awe and fear in her gaze, the terror of what she’d just witnessed still fresh in her mind.

Silco’s gaze shifted to Jinx, his brow furrowing as he gently cradled Y/N against him. He nodded slowly, unable to speak for a moment as the relief warred with the guilt gnawing at him. His hands tightened around Y/N as if to anchor himself.

"She’s... everything to me," Silco muttered, his voice rough. His gaze never left her, the weight of what had just happened sinking in. The anger at himself for letting her get hurt, the guilt for not being able to protect her from the blast—it all seemed to crash down on him. "I almost lost you," he whispered, his voice almost breaking. I can’t let that happen again.

As Y/N stirred in his arms, her fingers weakly grasping at his jacket, Silco allowed himself a moment of fragile hope. She was still here, still breathing. And that—that—was all that mattered now.

POWDER/JINX

The night was alive with the chaos of clashing forces, the sounds of gunfire and explosions echoing across the ruined streets of Piltover. Jinx, her wild blue hair flickering in the dim light, was practically vibrating with excitement. She crouched behind a broken wall, her wide eyes gleaming as she eyed the battlefield. The adrenaline rush, the thrill of the chase—everything was going exactly as planned.

She turned to Y/N, her grin almost manic as she waved a lit fuse in her hand. "You’re gonna love this, Y/N," she said, her voice full of anticipation. "I’ve got a whole bunch of new toys I’ve been dying to test out—boom-boom explosives that’ll make the whole city feel it! It’s gonna be perfect, just wait and see!"

Y/N, ever the grounding presence in Jinx's world, glanced at her with a look of mild concern mixed with the usual affection. "Jinx..."

"Oh c’mon, it'll be fun," Jinx interrupted, already bouncing on her feet. "I mean, what’s the worst that could happen?"

Y/N shot her a stern but tender look, her hands on her hips as she leaned against a ruined pillar. "You said that the last time, and I ended up patching you up for hours after your 'fun' day. Maybe this time we could... I don’t know... plan a little more? Maybe no giant explosions in the middle of the city?"

Jinx rolled her eyes dramatically, the excitement in her veins sparking brighter than ever. "Planning is boring! Planning doesn’t make things go boom, Y/N. Look at these babies." She gestured to the pile of explosives beside her, each one carefully packed with dangerous amounts of powder and fuses. "They’re gonna make the biggest bang Piltover’s ever seen!"

Y/N smiled softly, unable to hide her concern. "I’m not saying you can’t have your fun," she said, her voice quiet but firm. "I just don’t want you to get hurt. Just be careful, okay?" Her gaze softened, and she stepped closer, gently placing a hand on Jinx’s shoulder. "I need you here with me, Jinx. Please."

Jinx’s smile wavered for a moment at the sincerity in Y/N’s voice, the edges of her manic excitement momentarily dulled by the weight of those words. She hesitated, meeting Y/N’s gaze, before giving a small nod. "I know, Y/N. I promise I’ll be careful. I just... I don’t want to do this without you."

Y/N gave a small, reassuring smile and squeezed her shoulder before stepping back. "Alright then, I’m in. But only because you look like you could blow up half of Piltover and still be smiling afterward."

Jinx grinned wider, nodding enthusiastically. "Deal!"

=

As the night wore on, the streets of Piltover became a battleground. Explosions rang out like firecrackers in the dark, the city shuddering under the force of Jinx’s chaos. Her manic laughter echoed through the alleyways, even as she turned to Y/N, eyes wild with excitement.

"Look at it, Y/N!" Jinx shouted over the roar of the explosions, pointing to the skyline. "This is what I live for! It’s perfect! It's all going according to plan!"

Y/N stood by her side, keeping a wary eye on the horizon, but also keeping herself as close to Jinx as possible. "Just don’t do anything too crazy," Y/N warned, trying to keep her own nerves steady. "Let’s keep things under control, okay?"

But just as Y/N spoke, an explosion far too close rattled the air. The ground beneath them trembled as Jinx's newest round of explosives detonated with a deafening crash. A massive shockwave sent both of them tumbling back, the force of it throwing them in opposite directions, the world around them spinning in an instant.

Jinx’s body hit the ground with a sickening thud, but she barely noticed, her arms flailing as she scrambled to her feet. The excitement was still there, her heart pounding, but something felt... off. "Boom!" she shouted, her grin growing wider. "*That was amazing!"

But then, as the dust began to settle, she looked around, and something snapped in her chest. "Y/N?" Her voice wavered, the thrill of the explosion quickly giving way to panic. "Y/N? Where are you?!"

Her stomach twisted in a knot as she spun in frantic circles, scanning the wreckage, unable to spot the one person who always kept her grounded. "No, no, no... Y/N, where are you?" The panic set in, harder than anything she’d felt in a long time. "Y/N? Please... Please be okay..."

She darted through the broken buildings, her heart pounding in her ears, as her mind raced with possibilities. What if Y/N had been caught in the blast? What if she’d been thrown farther than Jinx had been? The fear gripped her like a vice. "Please, no... don’t be gone..."

Finally, she spotted a familiar shape behind a collapsed wall, the form of Y/N half-hidden beneath the rubble. Her breath caught in her throat, and she rushed forward, her frantic hands working to clear the debris, not caring about the sharp edges that scratched her skin. "Y/N, please! Please, wake up!"

Tears blurred her vision as she gently shook Y/N’s shoulders, her voice quiet with desperation. "Please, Y/N... don’t leave me..."

After what felt like an eternity, Y/N’s eyes fluttered open. Her gaze was unfocused at first, but when she saw Jinx’s worried expression, a small smile tugged at her lips. "Jinx..."

"Y/N!" Jinx gasped, her hands trembling as she carefully helped Y/N sit up. "I thought... I thought I lost you. You’re okay? You’re really okay?"

Y/N let out a soft chuckle, wincing slightly as she rubbed her head. "Yeah, I’m fine... just a little shaken up, that’s all..."

Jinx collapsed beside her, pulling Y/N into a tight hug. "I’m sorry. I didn’t mean for you to get caught in all of that. I just..."

Y/N ran a hand through Jinx’s wild hair, her touch gentle as she held her close. "I know you didn’t mean it," Y/N whispered. "But you’ve got to stop thinking you’re in this alone. I’m right here with you, Jinx. You don’t have to do all this by yourself."

Jinx’s breath hitched in her chest, the weight of Y/N’s words sinking in. "I... I don’t want to lose you. I can’t do this without you..."

Y/N’s hand slid down Jinx’s back in a soothing motion. "You won’t lose me, Jinx. I promise. I’m not going anywhere."

A shaky sigh escaped Jinx, and she closed her eyes, savoring the warmth of Y/N’s embrace. "I don’t deserve you... but I’m so glad you’re here..."

Y/N smiled softly, her hands rubbing circles on Jinx’s back. "And I’m glad you’re here, too. Now let’s get out of here before you blow us up again."

Jinx let out a small laugh, pulling back and nodding, her grip still tight around Y/N. "Okay, okay, I’ll try to keep it together... for you."

Together, they stood, and despite the chaos around them, Jinx felt something she hadn’t in a long time—a sense of peace. The night was far from over, but with Y/N at her side, she knew she wasn’t alone in it anymore.

[catzz089]

“Omg could you imagine how terrifying it would be if your just having fun matting with your friends then suddenly an F1 driver pulled up??”

No, I couldn’t. I’m shit at imagining.

I Like writing though

“Charles, please. We are going to be late if you don’t hurry up.” Max called through the door to their bedroom.

“I’m almost done!” Charles screamed back, still rifling through something in their bedroom, causing an overflow of mess that Max would somehow be coerced into cleaning up.

Max sighed, how come this happens every single time Max tries to plan something nice for them both, he really just needs to let Charles stick with the planning.

Charles slammed the bedroom door open, waltzing up to him and spinning, throwing his arms out,

“How do I look?”

What idiot stares at Max with the most gorgeous looking face known in history, and a perfectky accentuating outfit and then has the gall to ask how he looks?

Well, aside from Max’s idiot bug that’s a conversation for another time.

“Gorgeous, get in the car.”

He sighed dramatically, “it’s like you don’t even love me anymore, baby.”

“That’s because I don’t,” Max deadpanned, “Now please get going, we are cutting it way too close right now.”

Charles grabbed his hand, and began walking outside, “We’ll be fine mom cœur, you’ve left us ages of time, stop stressing.” He brought their hands up, planting a delicate kiss on Max’s hand.

Max pouted, “you can’t just kiss me and expect me to forgive you for taking literal hours ti get ready.”

“Yes, I can. Now hop in.”

“Wait I thought I was driving?”

Charles opened the passenger door, forcing him down inside.

“Nope,” he said, popping the p, “you thought wrong. You’ve done too much, let me drive.” He began doing the belt on Max’s seat.

Which was entirely unnecessary.

But quite sweet.

Not that Max would ever admit it, Charles would get far too big a head.

Charles jumped into the drivers seat, resting a hand on Max’s thigh and high-tailing the car out of their, knocking over their own bin as he did.

“Seriously? If your going to destroy property, at least make it someone else’s, I don’t want to deal with that.”

“Then pay someone to deal with it, I’m pretty sure you have the money for that.”

Max sighed, leaning back in his seat and gripping onto the car door, it probably wouldn’t save his life but security was security when you’re in a car with Charles Leclerc.

By the time they reached the track, they very much were late, only by 10 minutes or so, but still.

Late.

Max grabbed at Charles’ hand, running off to the changing rooms and dragging him behind.

“Max! Come on,” he whined, “Slow down, I haven’t gone for a run this entire off season, I’m going to get a stitch.”

“Your not that unfit, Schat, I want to get in the track, hurry up!”

“Maxie,” he complained, again, “we are on the track like every weekend, why are you so desperate to go back, it’s our holiday.”

Max just huffed, shoving on his race suit- Redbull, obviously, he’s not wearing some rental- and dashing down to the karts.

Charles groaned, running after him.

There was already an array of kids, all around 6-14 years old already down there and driving.

Charles had the pleasure of watching first hand as their jaws dropped, and nothing but pure terror filled their eyes.

His oblivious little boyfriend however, was far too focused on finding one of the remaining karts with the best tires and bagging that for himself to notice the kids trying to escape the track.

It’s not like they were even going to be racing strangers, just eachother.

Yeah, sure, they may just happen to be driving in the exact same track at the exact same track, but neither of them would ever dare to cause an accident.

Hopefully.

When the started their karts, Max bolted it into the track, making some poor 10 year old serve his car out of the way to maintain a good distance away, Charles screamed an apology behind him and followed in quick pursuit.

Their two hour session lasted a lot like that.

Charles ramming his kart into Max, subsequently banging into another kid

Max screaming in delight at overtaking Charles, scaring the child in front, making her flinch so badly she binned it into the wall.

Charles realising that the kart he thought was Max’s, was in fact a slightly older kid, so yelling “I beat you!” Into his face as he crossed the start line a millimetre in front was NOT the flex he thought it was.

In Charles’ defence, Max was arguably far worse than him, deliberately falling behind Charles to beat into him one too many times that he too, forgot the difference between a monegasque F1 driver, and a teenager, swerving his car into hers, knocking them both out of the track.

It was the most fun either of them had felt in a long while.

Neither of them were allowed back.

[m0usehouse]

k. bakugou

"why try" by Ariana Grande

"I've been living with devils and angels"

You grew up in a harsh environment. Paying bills was always a scramble. Mean kids at school were never interested in your company or the social rejection that would come with it due to your 'ratty and disgusting' used clothing. It didn't help when you had to go without a shower cause the water bill was too high the previous month. The daily stress fights didn't help soothe your young mind either. You grew up quick, knowing that you either own the world or the world owns you

He grew up in a nice home, two parents who loved each other, constantly being praised and adored. He was strong and secure in what he wanted to be. He eventually had to process the weights such perfection came with, but his blonde hair always had a halo glow from the bright sparks in his palms. .

"Realize you and I are in the same boat"

After meeting at the entrance exam, both of you had a resolved hatred for the other. you were kind and gentle, a contrast to what you always knew. He was harsh and abrasive, a trait developed from his mother's firey personality and his own inflated ego. The first interaction was an immediate clash of heads when you politely asked him to lean over so you could see the presentation better. He took that as you trying to insult his existence and that you decided he didn't deserve to be there. It ended with you both in the same arena.

Over time, being in the same class softened spikes enough to realize you both were just hungry to become the best versions of yourselves for yourselves. Weighed down by desperation and a lack of patience.

"Kills me how you love me, then you cut me down, I'll do the same"

No one knew how to handle you two. Even teachers were conflicted. At the USJ incident, and the camp attack, you and Bakugou worked in perfect sync. Almost crazy looking smiles on your faces. The Pussy Cats even assumed you were "mates".

When Katsuki was kidnapped, you were the first to agree to saving him. You had been right alongside Midoriya when he had been taken, reaching out with that same desperation. The desperation was what burned you alive.

You two spent so much time together, bickering but with smirks and sweet smiles thrown in. Then, he'd say something cruel, and you wouldn't put up with it, always spitting a vile reply back in his face. Once the dorms were established, you both got into so many violent screaming matches that Aizawa had to switch your rooms. The fights always ended with you crying and him overworking himself because, as agonizing as the other could be, you both wanted each other close. You wanted to burn, and you wanted him to burn with you.

"We've been living like angels and devils"

He was powerful, smart, talented, and attractive. He was worshipped like a God, but crumbled like false idols always do. His wings slowly lost their pristine whiteness as he clawed for success. His anger was a weak cry for 'more, more, more'. Yet, Angels can never be God, and he wasn't even God's favorite.

You were strong but never shiny enough. Always in the shadow of bright halos, electric bolts, shining smiles, and golden hearts. You spend hours every day after class, wrecking your body to gain at least a little more strength so you'll finally be able to own the world instead of being a slave to its bitterness. Everyone knows devils work in secret. otherwise, they're cast out entirely. Devils have to steal every bit of recognition and success they get. Their hard work will never be acknowledged or seen as worthy because their desire is deemed as ugly.

"I'm loving the pain, I never want to live without it"

You and Katsuki finally became official when you both realized your anger was passion. It was that same fire inside, and it was being mutually stoked by your similarities and drive. You fought constantly. Over stupid things that would turn into big things. A regular back and forth, tit for tat but with bursts of rage that left your ears ringing. However, the fights always ended in a rough kiss. Both of you are just so pent up with existence and goals that you have nowhere to put your uncontrolled anxieties onto each other. It always ended with Katsuki making you both an overly spicy dinner to irritate you while you huffed and found a movie you knew he hated, falling asleep in each other's arms halfway through.

"Through it all, you could still make my heart skip"

Sometimes, there'd be days on end of cold shoulders, silent treatment, passive aggression. It was confusing for everyone watching, but you always ran back to him because you knew he loved you more than anyone ever could. Anyone who has a lot of love could give you more, but he gave you all of his everything. He gave you his flaws, his attention, his support, his adoration, and his respect. He saw how capable you were and the strength you earned through hard work. Those quiet days were never lonely. Other people were blind to the quick love filled glances, the random dinners left in front of your door, and the perfectly prepared protein shakes left on his nightstand when he got back from training. They didn't see the single text you'd get during those times, "still love you, pretty."

"So why do we try?"

You asked him this question once during your post-fight ritual, and he looked down at you with an incredulous smile, his furrowed brows making the playful disbelief clear.

"Baby, look at us. You drive me insane."

[idkaguyorsomething]

THEY CANONIZED TALES OF THE TARDIS BUT DIDN’T BRING BACK SUSAN

[offkilterkeys]

I think that this was the first time one of my posts truly broke containment which was horrible, anyway here is the original version I made a million years ago, Karkat actually gets to hold the honorable fujoshi title because he would the end.

[rottkitt]

today is an absolutely horrible day to be a taco fictive.

[katakosmos]

i'm just living THAT life (my parents fight every fucking minute but they won't divorce)

[weebsinstash]

I'm so angry. They told me to wait so Allister could pass things on his own and so little has come out of him they want me to come back but they want me to come in through an appointment in the afternoon instead of the urgent care and, they're literally having me come in 3 hours before they close.

That's not enough time for them to do anything, to monitor him, administer multiple enemas, anything. I'm not even sure the deobstipation is worth it because i guess I need to clarify, that's just a fancy word for "digging stuff out by hand so you can like only get so much out as far as your fingers can reach anyways despite how risky the procedure is"

They genuinely should've just done it like weeks ago if they thought he would need it at all. They kept having me come back over and over and over and over despite me literally telling them I had to crowdfund his veterinary care and now I'm going to be spending almost 2 grand in payment plans over the next year. They could've just spent one day giving him as many enemas as possible until he was empty but then we have to give them time to even work, so....

I kept telling them over and over that there was a risk I would spend so much money on vet care that I couldn't euthanize him and all of these treatments have almost completely drained my funds and then they tell me "oh jsyk constipation is like an extremely agonizing way to die uwu". I would have to forward money and completely empty out my savings account to afford rent and his treatment if they want surgery today. My rent might even be late and unlike my last landlord who was an individual unit owner, this is a management company that will charge you $75 late fees after so many days

Every appointment has been over 100, 200, 300 dollars and I've had like 5 or 6 of them at this point and he's still not pooping, at least not a lot; he's dropping marble sized pieces kind of, everywhere. I just. Jesus fucking christ if he isn't getting better like??? I can't??? Do anything else? I can't be homeless in this area; there are literally homeless addicts breaking into my locked apartment building to sleep in our laundry room and the stairwell. I cannot be homeless again.

I just also. There's trauma there too. I can't do what my mom constantly did and drive myself into debt over an animal and risk my housing if there's not a good prognosis. That abusive crazy cunt literally stopped trimming her aggressive dog's nails until the poor thing literally started becoming paralyzed and then she was working 12, 16 hour shifts and leaving this poor thing along in an apartment to pee on pads and her carpet. And SHE'S the one who has Allister's mom :(

I just. Have to see. Maybe I'll give them a phonecall and see if I can come in earlier. I'm just so mad. They never even gave me a quote for how much it would cost to euthanize him. I might have to put down my happy cuddly baby or wait for him to conpletely deteriorate. I can't wait to open up commissions no one will want or be happy with so I can financially recover from my cat dying.

[serenhob]

😭😭😭😭

Gonna sleep now but its taken me 3 HOURS to do this

Btw these are my progress photos in order (I'm sorry they are so ugly)

There's something off about him but I'm not fixing it now

[lynxfrost13]

I feel like there’s hands trapped in my chest clawing to get out but that’s okay! We stay silly!

[flamboyant-king]

Howdy, I'm still alive. Not many drawings lately, but a lot of ling fun time. I just wanted to share my crafts hehe

My niece had fun playing with the ling plushies, I taught her about the goolings, and she drew Wiwi a couple times. I made her a Wiwi plushie and I'm gonna make a Lewling and a Hoardling too since she really wants her own. Makes me happy. That's what they're made for to make folks happy.

But sewing is so tedious 😵‍💫

[todayisafridaynight]

i HAVE to keep the daigo plush locked away lest i squeeze it every five minutes to alleviate the cuteness aggression i feel whenever i see it

[dipyronegirl]

thinking (and rewatching..) inside job again and i dont think rand is that bad of a father? i mean, he made a lot of mistakes and he doesn’t even feel bad ab it, even tho he traumatized reagan and a lot, but he was never absent. he acts like he cared ab reagan’s career just bc it could help his career, but that’s not true. he pushes her to be the best all the time and it’s bad, but he genuinely cares ab her so much. and the whole ‘creating crises to force her to hang out w him’ thing is fucked up, but it’s cute that he just wants to hang out w her that bad. most fathers literally don’t care enough ab their kids to do any of that. most fathers don’t even know their kids as much as he knows her. maybe my standards are just insanely low, probably, but he’s a better parent than 90% of the parents i know

[cr0ws-cha0t1c-c0llect10n]

i feel like i need to do like one of those disclaimers that this intense crying session is NOT regarding politics, it is the wretched Pains yet again

[elvenbeard]

spent all morning apartment hunting, writing e-mails, phoning a potential landlady... *melts into a puddle*

send some good vibes my way to find something/ someone willing to rent to me despite me A) not being rich and B) trying to move across the country and not able to show up in person spontaneously and on a whim.