#please be careful with heatstroke/heat exhaustion

[queerasflux]

re: your tags on the heat exhaustion post, why should you drink the water slowly?

basically, if you drink water too fast, your stomach can cramp and you'll just puke the water back up, which dehydrates you more. drink it slowly, lots of little sips, and your stomach will take the water better. also, this wasn't part of the question, but as someone who lives in a desert- you can cool someone/yourself down faster if you take a damp, cool cloth and wrap it around the front of your neck- the blood passing through there will be cooled slightly by the damp towel and help you feel better faster. hope this helped anon, and stay safe out there.

[literaila]

Hey you! <3 I’ve been wanting to send an ask but sending them even in anon gives me anxiety. I’m sorry that I finally got the courage to at possibly the worst moment but Idk when the next time will be.

Idk if it’s just me but that one ending comedy short when Gojo and his students were freaking out about Megumi being seen with a girl, I liked the goofiness of it but mostly hated how they portrayed Satoru as creep. Idk if that was in the manga but whoever green-lit that, wtf 😬 that’s just me. I was just hoping you could rewrite it including reader from TF and however she would react. I can imagine Satoru trying to ruin it but oc is holding him back. Or whatever you can come up with, I’m not creative as you lmao. Sorry if this is too long.

Hoping for a speedy recovery ❤️‍🩹

(PLEASE never fear me and my inbox we are very open and bored constantly. send me a hate anon even!!! i will be inevitably entertained!!)

so i thought about it for… couple hours. and honestly—i can’t see the scenario really playing out if reader were there because she would want to go with megumi wherever he wandered off to… unlike satoru and nobara who are discouraged by the heat

but…

you’re not watching anything, really.

if you’re standing ten feet away from yuji and megumi while they look at some kiosks with ridiculous accessories and good luck charms—the sorts of things that megumi would never buy (you know because anytime satoru picks him out something of the sort you find it in tsumiki’s room a few days later)—then it’s just because you’re browsing.

you are not trying to eavesdrop on their conversation. it’s just that, well, yuji talks a little loud and you’re a naturally curious person.

it’s nothing much.

and you’re definitely not leaning a little bit closer to them every time megumi responds, not trying to hide a grin when you pick up on the conversation that’s going on. you’re shopping. there’s no ulterior motive here.

(but if there were… who could blame you, really? is it so wrong to care about your sons friendship? about the one person he’s acted slightly… reckless towards? your sensible, nonchalant son? the same one who you’ve caught smiling around fives times now?)

still, when satoru sneaks up behind you—resting his head on your shoulder in a split second—you jump a little.

okay. maybe you’ve gotten a bit distracted.

“what are you doing?”

you flinch away from his breath on your ear, your heart picking up almost involuntarily. it’s ridiculous that your body has the urge to shiver, even after a decade of this kind of interruption.

“satoru,” you say, breathing out. you look over to him, where he’s grinning by your side. “i thought you were too exhausted to come.”

“i was. but i caught a scent of some manju nearby.”

you roll your eyes. “of course.”

satoru’s hand sneaks around your waist, his eyes twinkling behind his sunglasses the whole time. you allow it, because you’re stupid, and lean against him.

“and i wanted to check on my wife, of course. make sure she wasn’t wasting away without me.”

“it was mostly the manju though, right?”

he kisses your head, rubbing his nose against your temple. “you’re so cute. have i ever told you that?”

you just roll your eyes again. but don’t bother to push him away—even though it’s dreadfully hot outside and you might die of heatstroke.

at least it’d be a happy death… and satoru’s more likely to share his sweets with you this way.

he hums. “are you going to answer my question?”

“i’m shopping,” you pointedly look away. damn it. he’s distracting you.

megumi and yuji are a couple of stalls away now, and you have to pick up your pace a little bit, so you can catch up to the boys.

satoru laughs. “huh. that’s weird.”

“i don’t know what you’re implying.”

“i could’ve sworn you were attempting to spy on megumi and yuji.”

you give him a glare. and then attempt to pinch the arm clutched to your side, but satoru takes your hand before you get the chance. “i don’t spy, satoru.”

“clearly.”

“did you leave nobara behind? you’re supposed to be watching all of the first years.”

“you think kugisaki is the one i need to keep my eye on?”

you look forward to where megumi and yuji have stalled—the latter placing some ridiculous sunglasses on your usually prickly son. “okay, fair.”

satoru grins at you again.

the two of you share a knowing glance, looking at the boys. there have been many late night discussions about this very subject. many lectures about satoru keeping the very boundaries you’re breaking currently.

but who can blame you? honestly.

“what’d you hear?” he whispers in your ear, already in on this agenda.

your smile is mischievous, and you just open your mouth when there’s another body on your left side, arms already crossed.

“are we watching itadori and fushiguro try to flirt again?” nobara asks.

[jenchan-writingmultis]

Neige Le Blanche x Exhausted! Reader Brainrot

A/n: I couldn't post anything since I was tired (the moment I got home I faceplanted on the flooring and didn't wake up till morning), and I decided, why not let the wheel of fortune pick who can care for an exhausted reader? Neige was already in my mind but he decided to show himself for the second time (possessive much?/j) anyways, I hope you like the little crumbs I'm giving, I'm currently trying to finish my midterms this month so finishing anything else other than my schoolwork is out of the question ( ꩜ ᯅ ꩜;) Please give me some blessings to finish everything so that I can indulge with everyone!

Also you can't tell me that Neige wouldn't fall for you at first sight, he's literally Snow White/hj. I'm kidding but I'd love to see a slow burn where Neige didn't realize how much he cares for you deeply, in a different way than how he feels with his friends and his family of dwarves. You'd always be around him, visiting him in RSA either during weekends or after classes when you can. He appreciates those types of love language! cause he can't go to your school without being harassed by aggressive and angry students, so to stop that from happening you'd always go to his school instead! I'm yapping again, this one isn't part of the story, I just really wanna brainrot on this sweet boy ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა.

Warning: None, this can be read as either romantic or platonic, I was thinking of a slow burn with Neige.

˚₊ ˚ ‧₊ .:･˚₊ ˚ ‧₊ .:･˚₊ *˚

He looks just like a dream

Neige who went to the school for the VDC event, he noticed you sitting on the stairway that he was walking on. At first, he thought you were just taking a quick rest, till he saw that you weren't actually moving, you were cuddling your bag and passed out, the wall being the only support you have.

Neige tapping your shoulders to get you to wake up, sleeping on the side of the stairway will cause you to get cold or accidentally get kicked by students! your presence was ghostlike with how slouched your posture was! Just what happened that got you this exhausted that you rather sleep, sitting?!

Neige who decided to carry you bridal style when you didn't stir awake, his kind soul can't just leave you here. Although while walking he didn't realize that plenty of eyes were staring directly at your sleeping figure, and also him, what's with the stares? he knows that the RSA and the NRC aren't really on good terms even if he tried to befriend them, were they also territorial? that doesn't make sense though, it's stupid to feel possessive over a student.

Neige tried asking some students where the clinic was but the majority of them ignored him or curtly answered, only a few students decently answered him, pointing him at the correct path than the one where he got lost.

Neige who politely knocked first before going in, the doctor who was tending to people who suffered a slight heatstroke or dizziness due to walking around in the heat of the sun saw them, eyes darting down at your sleeping figure while you're in Neige's arms, all cuddled up, he pointed at the empty bed, ordering him to put you there and stay.

Neige who obliged and placed you on the soft cushion, causing you to stir awake immediately, at first you probably thought it was Deuce or Trey who carried you, so you didn't bother opening your eyes, you were too tired to care, although when you opened your eyes you saw that it was Neige Le Blanche that carried you all the way to the clinic, he gives you a gentle smile. "Are you okay?" he runs his fingers on your cheek, trying to see if you got a fever from sleeping on a cold wall.

You who jumped back almost immediately, causing you to stumble and slip out of the bed, before you reached the floor though you felt a hand grabbing your wrist and pulling you back, although instead of falling on the bed you fell into his chest.

Neige who held you firmly, his other hand on your shoulder to stabilize you while he didn't let your wrist go, a look of concern etched on his face, you didn't know why, but being so close to a cute actor like him got you all flustered, muttering a sorry as you pulled away.

Neige who smiled once again, showing you that side of him that was beloved by everyone. "Don't worry about it!" he'd reassure you, patting your shoulder before releasing it, "though what got you so tired that you had to sleep sitting down on the stairway?"

You who scratched your cheek before answering, the truth was the schoolwork along with the side hustle Crowley was giving you was making you more exhausted than normal. You left out the part where Vil literally ran all of your friends including you dry due to wanting to win against him.

Neige who felt bad about the situation, crossing his arms, "That's cruel..." he muttered, knowing full how that happens very often, I mean look at his good friend Elliot! He was often exhausted due to his chores which almost seemed unending.

Neige who offers to take over your place while he's still present around NRC, after all, you are his friend now, and even if you weren't (which is unlikely, as long as you did not harm any of his loved ones he could never despise you.) he'd still treat you with respect and admiration.

You who rejected immediately, already thinking of what Vil would say if he saw Neige, you already had an inkling of the scenario that could happen and it wasn't pretty.

"No it's okay really" you protest, but Neige shook his head, holding your hand immediately, how fast he was with befriending you. "Come on, please? I promise I won't mess anything up, just tell me what to do to ease your burdens"

You who can't resist those puppy eyes of his defeated, you just lowered your head. "Fine, just please avoid going near Vil, please?"

Neige who stares dumbfoundedly, "Oh, why?"

"Because he gets competitive, he wants to show off his killer moves, seeing his rival so fast would ruin the focus" How quick you are with thinking of an explanation, which Neige seemed to believe you wholeheartedly.

[fili-urzudel]

Burning Gold - Western!Fíli x Reader

A request from the lovely @twentysomethingfangirl from wayyy too long ago. I'm sorry! If it's any consolation, 1) the only reason so much got written is because I'm burnt out and procrastinating and 2) there could definitely be more to this and I would like to write it sometime.

it bears repeating: requests are still not open :( feel free to send asks just to chat though!

Summary: Lost after a tragic incident, the reader finds herself alone and desperate for survival in the vast and untamed West. Help arrives in the form of a man on a mysterious mission.

Warnings: Mention of knives, mention of guns, mention of hunting, mention of death by drowning, description of scars, continuous description of feelings of exhaustion, hunger, thirst. Grief.

Word Count: 2.5k

If there was one word Fíli would use to describe this area of the state, it was flat. Nothing but dirt and scrub trees for miles in either direction, until some hills and buttes dared to make themselves known on the horizon in the west.

You came blurrily into his vision, a wavering spot of dark amongst the blinding beige of the sand. 

He eyed you suspiciously as he came up on you, hand and hat shading his vision.

Though he couldn't tell just by looking at you, you had seen him, too.

It had been two days out in the wilderness. Two days since you had gotten lost. Three days since you had seen your family swept into tumultuous waters down a river you had been trying to cross. 

You attributed your survival to nothing more than the will of the good Lord, sure your mediocre swimming had nothing to do with it.

On the third day in the wilderness, salvation came. 

Or at least a man on a horse.

You breathed a sigh of relief, preparing to yell at the man. Your mother had warned you countless times how dangerous strange men were, and doubly so in the west, but you couldn't find it in yourself to care. Having run out of water and not having eaten in three days, the man seemed the lesser of two evils.

"Hey!" You shouted, waving your arms in a crisscross over your head, moving as much as you could to get his attention. "Hey! Over here! Hello!"

Though Fíli had a hard time seeing through the heat at such a distance, your voice left no doubt in his mind. You were a lady, and you didn't sound like a very dangerous one at that.

He cupped one gloved hand around his mouth, the other fixed in the reins. "I see you!" He replied, his voice booming across the plains. 

You stopped your jumping.

Black spots danced in your vision as you attempted to calm yourself down, wringing your empty bag in your hand like it would help you.

As the cowboy approached, you could see the dusty chestnut horse he rode and the sagging bags on either side of his saddle. However, it was harder to see his face, especially with his hat shading it and the sun blinding you from behind him. "What are you doing out here all alone?" He asked seriously, sounding at least a little concerned. 

"My family—my family was migrating out here," you explain, a lump in your throat from dehydration and grief. "I lost 'em down a river about," you glanced over your shoulder, cursing yourself for ever having lost your way. "I don't know, seven miles east?"

The cowboy nodded in understanding. "That one's a beast, alright," he agreed. So you couldn't have been too far off in your estimate. "So, no family, no food, no water?"

"Yes," you answered, holding your arms across your stomach. Your jaw ached, but your body didn't have enough water to make tears. "I'm lost. I just need to get to the nearest town, somehow. Please, can you help me? I don't have any money, but—but I can find a way to pay you, I can start working somewhere, and I'll get the money to you, I promise—"

"Stop," he commanded, and you obeyed. "No need for any of that. Get on, I'll take you where I'm going and someone can help you out there, alright?"

You felt faint with relief, and probably heatstroke as well. "Thank you, sir, thank you so much, I won't forget your kindness—"

"I'm Fíli," he interrupted you again, unused to people gushing over him the way you did. He reached out a gloved hand to hoist you up. "The horse is Myrtle."

You accepted his hand silently, settling into whatever space was available on the saddle before speaking again. You told him your name. "Thank you," you said again, and Fíli huffed. 

"You're welcome," he said, if just to get you to stop thanking him.

Once on Myrtle, you could see Fíli a bit more clearly. He had long hair, just down past his shoulders, pulled into a ponytail with a strip of leather that matched his hat. His hat was well taken care of, from what you could tell, but it had seen hell and high water.

"So, where are you going?" You asked cautiously, unsure of how much the mysterious man would want to divulge. 

"About 65 miles north, it's less of a town than it is a waystation, honestly," he answered.  "I uh, I'm meeting a good portion of my family up there."

"Oh?" You said politely. "That's nice."

"We're going further west."

You hummed in response, bones aching and head pounding. 

“Water’s in the left bag,” he supplied helpfully, and you wasted no time in confirming. You forgot manners entirely, grabbing the waterskin and taking two large gulps before remembering who the water belonged to, and what a precious resource it was. You sheepishly recapped it.

“Thank you,” you said again.

“There’s a stream I wanna set up camp by tonight, about 10 miles up,” he ignored you. “You can refill your skin when we get there. And you can stop thanking me. I’m only doing what’s decent.”

Another thanks stuck in your throat, you nodded and fell silent.

“You might wanna hang on, we’ll be keeping a good clip,” he advised you, and though you were wary, you complied, gingerly holding onto his waist. Your grip tightened as he snapped the reins, Myrtle obediently picking up the pace.

You hadn’t even noticed that you drifted off until you were woken up by Myrtle stopping.

You heard Fíli curse under his breath. “Damn drought,” he grumbled. He tapped your hand gently. “You awake?”

You hummed affirmatively, picking up your head from where you had rested it on his back.

“I’m getting off for a second,” he told you, and you let go of him so he could. 

After a moment, you decided to follow suit, clumsily dropping from Myrtle’s back onto shaking legs. The sudden movement caused another explosion of black in your vision, and you were again reminded that you hadn’t eaten in almost four days. You braced yourself with a hand on Myrtle’s saddle, and she turned her head to snort at you. 

“Sorry, girl,” you said quietly.

“Damn,” you heard Fíli say again as he scuffed the heel of his boot against the dry ground. “There’s not been near enough rain this season, this stream’s bone dry.”

You felt anxiety begin to creep over you again. “What does that mean for us?”

“Means we keep heading north and hope the next bed we hit has something to offer us,” he sighed. “Might as well ride through the night, no use wasting away in the sun with no water.”

“Alright,” you agreed, just glad that he had a plan. “Is there… Anything I can do?”

He thought for a moment. “No, don’t worry about it. Let’s just get going.”

This time, your arms settled around his middle without much thought.

It was the middle of the night, but you were wide awake, your empty stomach and dry mouth unable to allow you rest.

The open plains and the moonlight made for a surprisingly clear trail, and for the first time in weeks, the seemingly endless expanse of the desert wasn’t completely terrifying. 

Without sleep, the only thing for you to do was look around, and after a while with no landmarks, you had to observe the man right in front of you. For the first time, you noticed the revolver resting at his hip.

“Do you—” you started to ask, your words almost caught by the way your tongue stuck to the roof of your mouth. “Do you need a gun out here?” You asked out of pure curiosity, your tired mind not inhibiting you as much as it normally would.

Fíli sighed in thought. “Well, yeah. All sorts of dangerous things in these parts. You have to protect yourself somehow.”

You considered his words. “My Pa never believed in ‘em.”

“He didn’t think they existed?”

“Didn’t think they should exist,” you corrected.

He huffed. “Can’t say he’s right. Can’t say he’s wrong, either. How’d he feel ‘bout knives?”

“I would imagine he thought they were good for plenty of things, if you used them right,” you mused.

“They’re mighty handy,” Fíli agreed. “I've got two, actually,” he told you. “A straight knife and a bowie.”

“Hm. I don’t know what those look like,” you confessed. With your upbringing, you weren’t taught the difference between all different silhouettes of practical blades.

“You wanna take a look?” He offered easily, drawing the bowie out with his opposite hand and handing it to you, handle side out, over his shoulder.

“Uh, sure,” you accepted hesitantly. You were nervous about removing your arms from his waist, but you were trotting along slowly enough that there wasn't much danger of falling off. 

You held the knife with both hands, holding it firmly flat. The sharpened edge almost seemed to wink at you in the moonlight.

“Guns're handy, no way around that,” Fíli said quietly, hands twisting in the reins. “But there's nothing like the pride that comes with wielding a weapon that you made with your own hands.”

You trailed your fingers along the ridged handle of the knife, noting it was made of a well-maintained antler. What animal it came from, you weren't enough of an expert to know. You were examining the way the knife bowed as it came to a point, giving it stabbing as well as slicing properties when he spoke again, his manner becoming more serious. 

“And anything that forces you to be closer to a life you're taking... I think it helps you keep being human.”

His words sat heavy on your mind. Your fingertips stopped along the blunt edge of the knife. “Have you…” You asked hesitantly, unable to form the whole question.

Fíli sighed, knowing that would come up when he started talking like that. “Well, uh, yeah, a couple deer, a couple elk,” he told you. “A mountain lion that just about killed me, I've still got the scars from that one. That's when I forged that knife. One bison, just one though, other people need and value them more than I do. Done some trapping, small animals.”

He trailed off, finishing his sentence but clearly not his thought.

You shifted uncomfortably, sensing there was more he wasn't telling you. If there was, that was his business, but you were on his horse, out in the middle of nowhere, and he had two knives and a revolver.

"Here's your knife," you notified him, handing it, handle out, back to him. The words seemed... abrupt, in the space created by the silence.

“Thanks,” he grunted.

Another few minutes passed before he spoke again. “There’s hardtack in the right bag if you’re hungry,” he mentioned, and you wondered why he brought it up. It occurred to you that you had simply gone deaf to the sound of your own stomach growling. 

A small piece was enough to hold you over for a while.

It was another two days of dozing and sparse conversation before you hit another stream bed, and the lack of water was beginning to wear on both of your patience. You had been quiet most of the day, and Fíli was somehow less talkative than usual. 

The sun had gone down an hour ago, and you were beginning to be convinced that there would be no stream or waystation. The thought made your heart ache as you began to pray that you would get to see your family again, and be happy with them. You sniffled, sobs bubbling up from your chest, though once again, your eyes were dry. You hiccupped, holding a hand over your mouth.

Fíli shushed you quietly. “Hey, hey,” he said, more insistently. “Hey, quiet,” he commanded, and you suddenly stopped yourself, confused and more than a little hurt.

“You hear that?”

You took a deep breath and held it, attuning your ears to your surroundings. You heard it. 

Water.

You extricated yourself from the saddle as fast as possible, falling to the ground in the darkness and scrambling back to your feet. 

“A stream?”

“A river,” Fíli corrected. “A strong one, too.”

You sobbed with relief, feeling as though you might collapse to the ground again. 

“C’mon, let’s get you something to drink and then you can rest,” Fíli suggested, his boots hitting the ground. 

“No, you need to rest,” the words left your mouth instinctually, though your bones ached to meet a flat surface. “You’ve been awake near this whole time.”

“I’ve gone longer without sleep,” he assured you. “And one of us has to keep watch, ideally.”

“I can do it,” you insisted.

“You sure?”

“Sure enough,” you nodded.

Your eyes screwed more tightly shut against the rising sun, and you finally realized you had lost the battle against your tiredness. You huffed, displeased with yourself, and noticed that Fíli wasn't up against Myrtle's side, where he'd chosen to rest for the night.

His hat and gloves rested atop the saddlebags, just next to the fire that was nothing but coals now. A splash drew your attention to the river—there he was. He shook his head, clearly having just washed his face in the cool water. He dried his face with his bandanna before turning back to the fire.

You watched him. His face was in full view for the first time, the early morning light only making his blue eyes more noticeable. His blond hair stood up and stuck out, mussed by days or maybe weeks under his hat. Without the bandanna, his neck was strong and sturdy, just like his forearms, exposed by his rolled sleeves. His left arm was mottled with deep, pockmarked scars. His face was darker than the rest of him. No way to avoid it in the desert, you supposed.

He noticed you staring after a short while. “What?”

“I've never seen your hands before,” you said innocently, voice full of a quiet curiosity.

He gave a chuckle, the first glimpse you’d ever had of a smile from him. He eyed you incredulously, holding his palms and then the backs of his hands out to you. “Nothin’ too special,” he dismissed as he set his hat back on his head and replaced his bandanna around his neck.

You hummed and shrugged, standing to stretch out the stiffness from your night on the watch.

“You know, most watchpeople, uh, stay on the watch,” Fíli pointed out just as you started walking toward the river.

You flushed red. “Sorry.”

“It’s alright,” he said. “Any real danger would’ve woken me up. I’m used to no one watching my back. It’s good to keep your word, though.”

“I know,” you sighed.

“Have you thought about what you’re going to do once we’re back to civilization?” He asked nonchalantly after a comfortable pause, and you nearly froze. It was unusual for him to be the one asking questions, and such a weighty one at that.

“Not much,” you admitted. “I’ve sort of been forced to take everything as it comes. Pa didn’t even buy any land before we started out here.”

He hummed in understanding, scratching his beard as his eyes left you and wandered the landscape.

[darkstar225]

Twice's 10th member suffers from heat stroke ft SNSD's Tiffany as GF

A/N: Heyyy, I'm coming up with a lot of stuff for you guys so I can make up for the time I'm gone lol! Sry for taking so long to post :D I hope that the anon who gave me this idea on Tumblr likes it!

The request: Hello! May I please request 10th member ft GF Tiffany. Where she collapses/passes out on stage during a concert from heat stroke or fever and Tiffany and the girls, panicking but then taking care of her.

PS: Tysm for everyone who reads what I write, I hope I can bring a smile to your faces every time I post! I'd like to thank whoever sent me this idea 'cause I loved to write it <3

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The lights in the concert arena were blinding, and the cheers of the crowd were deafening. TWICE, one of the most beloved K-pop girl groups of the generation, was in the middle of a high-energy performance, showcasing their hit songs to thousands of fans. The stage was a whirlwind of colours, choreography, and music, and Y/N, the 10th and youngest member of the group, was giving her all, just as she always did.

In the midst of the performance, the maknae's vision started to blur, and a wave of dizziness washed over her. Her heart raced, and the heat of the stage lights seemed to intensify. She stumbled on her choreography, nearly colliding with one of her fellow members. Panic set in as her legs felt like lead, and the stage lights seemed to close in on her.

Tiffany, Y/N's girlfriend and a former member of Girls' Generation, watched from the side of the stage with concern etched across her face. She knew how hard her girl had been working, and the gruelling schedule they had all been keeping was taking its toll. Tiffany exchanged a worried glance with the other TWICE members, who had noticed Y/N's sudden struggle.

As the song reached its climax, Y/N's vision began to narrow, and she felt herself swaying dangerously. She managed to finish the routine, but as the final notes played, she collapsed to the floor, a crumpled heap of exhaustion and dehydration.

The arena fell into a stunned silence as the members of TWICE and the audience watched in shock. Tiffany's heart leapt into her throat as she rushed to the youngest's side, the other TWICE members following suit.

Tiffany - Baby! 

Tiffany cried, kneeling beside her girlfriend.

The medical team on standby rushed to the stage, and the arena's emergency response protocol kicked into action. The concert was halted, and a hush settled over the once-ecstatic audience.

Tiffany gently cradled Y/N's head in her lap, brushing a strand of sweat-soaked hair away from her girlfriend's pale face. 

Tiffany - Y/N, baby, can you hear me? *tapping cheek*

Y/N's eyelids fluttered open, and she looked up at Tiffany with a weak, dazed expression.

Y/N - Tiffany...

Tiffany's heart ached as she held her lover's hand tightly.

Tiffany - You're going to be okay, baby. Just hang in there.

The other TWICE members surrounded them, their faces filled with concern. Jihyo, the group's incredible leader, took charge, speaking to the medical team and the worried staff members. Nayeon, Sana, Momo, Dahyun, Chaeyoung, Jeongyeon, Tzuyu, and Mina gathered around, forming a protective circle around their little sister.

The paramedics quickly arrived on the scene, checking Y/N's vital signs and administering emergency treatment for heatstroke. The members watched with bated breath, their hearts heavy with worry. Tiffany's grip on Y/N's hand never wavered.

The medical team assured everyone that the maknae's condition was stable but cautioned that she needed immediate rest and medical attention. Y/N was carefully placed on a stretcher and wheeled away, leaving Tiffany and the TWICE members to follow in a mix of fear and relief.

In the privacy of the backstage area, Y/N was settled in a temporary medical bay. She was hooked up to an IV drip, receiving fluids to rehydrate her. Tiffany sat by her side, holding her hand and speaking soothing words.

Tiffany - Honey, you scared me to death.

Tiffany murmured as her voice trembled with emotion.

Y/N managed a weak smile. 

Y/N - I'm so sorry, Tiff. I didn't want this to happen.

Tiffany leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to her girl's forehead. 

Tiffany - You don't have to apologize, love. We should have noticed how hard you've been working.

As Tiffany held Y/N's hand, the other members of TWICE gathered around, their faces etched with concern. Jihyo stepped forward, her motherly instincts taking over. 

Jihyo - Sweetheart, we're so glad you're okay. But you have to take better care of yourself. *frowning*

The other members nodded in agreement. Sana spoke up, her voice filled with guilt. 

Sana - We should have realized you were pushing yourself too hard. *pouts*

TWICE's angel closed her eyes, feeling overwhelmed by the love and concern surrounding her. 

Y/N - I didn't want to let anyone down. I wanted to give my best for our fans.

Mina placed a gentle hand on Y/N's shoulder. 

Mina - Lovebug, we love you, and we appreciate your dedication, but your health comes first. We should have made that clear to you.

Y/N's eyes welled up with tears, and she squeezed Tiffany's hand tightly. 

Y/N - I'm so lucky to have all of you. Thank you for caring about me.

Nayeon - You're not alone in this, kiddo. We're like a family, and we look out for each other. *reassuring smile*

With the paramedics' guidance, Y/N was given the care she needed. She was advised to take some time off to fully recover. Tiffany, ever the supportive girlfriend, promised to be by her side every step of the way.

Over the next few weeks, Y/N rested and recuperated with Tiffany's unwavering care. She realized the importance of self-care and the strength of the bond she shared with both her girlfriend and her TWICE family.

As the members of TWICE returned to their rigorous schedule, they made a conscious effort to ensure that all the members, including Y/N, took breaks and stayed healthy. They had learned a valuable lesson from that fateful day, one that reminded them of the importance of looking out for one another and never taking their health for granted.

And this made them all share one thought:

I'll love my dear chosen family forever.

A/N: I'm sorry for any errors. English is not my first language. Pls, let me know if there is something wrong, ty for reading <3

[trashiesttrashboy]

For anyone who doesn't know, 111 is for when you need medical care quickly but it's not an emergency (so you're not dying, basically). 999 is the emergency number, meaning somebody needs urgent care and could die if they don't receive it very quickly. Please, if you need either of those numbers and don't live in the UK, use the equivalent number for your country. Look it up online if you need to since it's very important that you know these numbers.

I'm not sure if this link will work outside of the UK, so just in case anyone can't access it, I'll include screenshots

if you are dealing with extreme heat or even just. moderate heat in your area right now. 80f/26c is when it starts getting toasty for a lot of people. if you are in a heat wave and you have not done yourself the favor of googling fucking "heat exhaustion symptoms" i am shaking you violently right now. look it up. burn the symptoms into your brain. heatstroke is no joke and it can and WILL sneak up on you before you're aware it's even an issue. ohh my god

[naamahdarling]

It is very hot in the UK right now! And other places! But especially my UK babes, this is for you.

Please take care in the heat!

Here are some tips that I haven't seen, especially for pets, elders, ED patients, and those on meds. No particular order.

FIRST, PLEASE LEARN THE SIGNS OF HEATSTROKE/HEAT EXHAUSTION. Info for humans. Info for cats. Info for dogs. Focus on memorizing early signs and act THEN, not when it's settled in. As it progresses, the symptoms change, some reverse, please please read up on them.

PANTING IS NOT NORMAL FOR CATS, IF YOUR CAT IS PANTING FROM HEAT IT IS IN IMMEDIATE AND SERIOUS DANGER! CONTACT A VET FOR ADVICE! DON'T FUCK AROUND. They are NOT dogs, they do NOT purge heat through panting! They may pant for a short time after heavy play or exercise but otherwise it is a BAD SIGN. (Don't assume cats are medically similar to dogs in general, please. They are super different.)

BLACK AND DARK COLORED PETS OVERHEAT IN THE SUN. Debate rages on whether the conventional advice against shaving is valid but one thing is true: your dark-furred pets are much more vulnerable to heat. Keep them OUT of the sun as best you can.

SHORT-FACED PET BREEDS ARE VULNERABLE. The impaired breathing is brutal, especially in dogs, is brutal. Watch them!

PREVIOUS HEAT STROKE MAY MAKE YOU MORE VULNERABLE TO IT IN FUTURE. If you have had it, even if it wasn't bad enough to send you to a medic, you may be at elevated risk.

PLEASE CHECK IN ON ELDERLY FAMILY, FRIENDS, AND NEIGHBORS. Elderly people don't thermoregulate well and often have a poor sense of how warm/cold they are as well. See how they are doing daily. Visit inside their homes if you can to check if it's very hot.

CHILDREN ARE VULNERABLE TOO. The little ones don't sweat! The energetic and generally oblivious behavior of older children is a hazard as well; vigorous play even indoors may overheat them.

EATING DISORDERS MAKE YOU VULNERABLE. IF YOU HAVE A RESTRICTIVE EATING DISORDER AT ANY WEIGHT, YOU ARE MORE VULNERABLE TO HEAT. IF YOU USE EXERCISE TO PURGE, IT WILL OVERHEAT YOU. Nobody mentions this! But you lose your ability to sweat and eventually your ability to thermoregulate from either extreme. Thin or heavy, it is the starvation and bodily deterioration that causes this, not a lack/abundance of adipose tissue. When I was active, this was a real concern that nobody told me about. PLEASE let your fellow ED patients know this. You deserve to be informed and taken into account in discussions of this type.

DON'T FUCKING MAKE FUN OF FAT/THIN/ELDERLY FOLKS WEARING EXPOSING CLOTHES. THE END. Like don't do it ever, but especially now.

PREVIOUS HEAT STROKE MAKES YOU MORE VULNERABLE TO IT IN FUTURE. If you have had it, even if it wasn't bad enough to send you to a medic, you will feel it sooner, especially if it was recent-ish.

MANY ORAL MEDICATIONS, INCLUDING MANY PSYCH MEDS, INCREASE RISK OF HEAT EXHAUSTION. Share this fact with friends, family, neighbors too. Ask your doctor or pharmacist, or a quick Google of (medication) + heat intolerance/heat stroke/photosensitivity will help.

MANY ORAL MEDICATIONS AND TOPICAL MEDS AND ANTI-AGING CREAMS, ESPECIALLY MEDS FOR ACNE/SKIN REPAIR, CAN MAKE YOU BURN BADLY. Again, please look these up or talk to a doctor or pharmacist.

LOOK INTO DIY FAN AND STYRO COOLER AC UNITS. Cheap, easy. Please look into these, make them for vulnerable people too. Haven't vetted all these but it's a start.

8 DIY AC UNITS.

11 DIY AC UNITS.

HIGH SPF SUNSCREEN (50+) DOES NOT LAST LONGER OR BLOCK SIGNIFICANTLY MORE UV! SPF 30 actually blocks 97% of UV! SPF 50 only bumps that to 98%! People also may think it lasts longer. It doesn't! You must reapply just as often. (Spray sunscreen is great if you have painful acne on your face btw.)

Please spread this info and other helpful posts you see.

[nudne]

ummm so the MET office has issued a red weather warning for extreme heat over monday and tuesday (source, source, source), so for those in the uk, particularly england wales and the south of scotland, please stay safe over the next couple of days. don't go outside more than you have to, especially around noon when it gets the hottest, and try not to take public transport since it's going to be affected by the heat as well.

if you have to go to work (as most people will have to) make sure to:

put on plenty of sunscreen (aim for SPF 50), and have a bottle of it with you

stay hydrated. carry a bottle or even two bottles of water with you and drink often

having a spray bottle of water is also a good idea since you can use it to cool down quickly, and it's handy in the event of heat exhaustion

wear light and loose layers if you can

try to stay in the shade, or use an umbrella to block out the sun (it might look silly but at least you won't faint)

know the signs of heat stroke and heat exhaustion, and know how to prevent it. it's important to note that if you have heat exhaustion, it's not serious of you can cool down in 30 minutes. if it turns into heatstroke, you need to dial 999.

children under 5, older people over 60, disabled people and pregnant women can often be more affected by extreme heat, so keep an eye out for anyone that looks to be struggling. if in doubt, check in on the person and dial 111 if they're visibly not ok

if you don't have AC indoors, here are some things you can do to cool your flat/room down:

keep all blinds closed, especially on the sunny side!

get a fan (you can buy one pretty cheap off amazon or argos, and poundland etc have them sometimes) and put a bowl of ice or ice water under/in front of it. the fan will spread the cool air around

open your windows tonight to cool your place down as much as you can, but close the windows that get the most sun exposure in the morning

this is now a time to pay extra attention to the homeless people in your community, since they often don't have to resources to stay safe in extreme heat. the best way to help if often just giving them money, so they can go inside a mcdonald's or other cafe/restaurant with AC to get a drink and cool down. if you don't have much money to spare, offer cold bottles of water and sunscreen.

lastly, if you have pets, here are some ways to help them cool down:

have bowls of water available in every room and in the garden, so they can access water easily anywhere they are

have some tiles or a cooling mat (available on amazon or pets at home) so they can lie on it if they get too hot

if you live in a multi-room house, have one room that's dark and cold (with a cooling mat, food and water, plus litterboxes if needed) that they can spend the hottest part of the day in

if you have outdoor cats or dogs that need to be walked, try to plan ahead and don't let/take them outside between 12 and 2pm (or whatever the hottest part of the day is where you are, best to doublecheck)

dogs can cool down by swimming in a lake or pool if you have one closeby, or even some cold water in the bath, or hose them down in the garden

cats can be cooled down by stroking them lightly with a damp cold towel or spraying lightly with cold water, just don't get them too wet

more tips and info can be found by googling as well :)

i'm sure there's more i could say here, but the bottom line is: make sure to stay cool and hydrated, don't go outside more than necessary, know the signs of heat exhaustion and stroke, and help others if they are struggling. we all need to take care of eachother!

[tf-lover]

To my UK followers:

There's a heatwave going on in the UK over the next two days hitting potentially 40°C in places, so to all of you (myself included) in the UK, please stay safe!

Here is a link to the government health advice, so please take a look at it if you are in the UK and you haven't already.

In general, stay out of the sun in the middle of the day unless you have to. Drink plenty of water and avoid alcohol, you'll sweat more so you need to keep fluid up. If you're indoors keep blinds/curtains closed, it'll help keep it cooler. Check out the symptoms of heat exhaustion/heatstroke here. Cold showers are your friend! Don't forget to check on parents/grandparents too, older people are a lot more vulnerable to extreme heat.

AVOID WORKING OUT. I know a lot of us in this community probably do, but it's a bad idea over the next two days because of how hot it'll be.

Also, if you are working remember you have the right to remove yourself from "dangerous" situations under section 44 of the Employment Act, so if you need to leave work because of a risk of heatstroke/heat exhaustion they shouldn't be able to penalise you for it. Speak to a union rep first if you can.

Overall, have fun and stay safe!

(Anyone that says *insert country here* has this type of heat all the time will be blocked instantly! I do not care, I will not argue with you about it.)

- Tf Lover

[tricksters-enclave]

Heat Survival Guide from a lifelong desert child

Drink lots of cool water

Make sure to drink gatorade or another electrolyte-heavy drink if you’re very physically active. 

If you feel dehydrated, do not chug water. Sip it slowly, and seek immediate medical attention if you vomit. 

If you’re overheated or dehydrated, do not drink ice cold water. Room temperature is best.

If you are outside and you get dizzy or lightheaded, find a shady place or get indoors immediately.

Heat exhaustion is common. Get out of the heat, find a cool place, put cool clothes on your forehead and sip water.

Heatstroke can be FATAL. If you feel dizzy or lightheaded, you pass out, or you cannot keep water down after extreme heat exposure, seek medical attention immediately. 

Invest in a handheld fan if you can. They are helpful for being outdoors.

Sunscreen. Always wear sunscreen. Even when it’s cloudy. UV rays can still affect you. And if you’re as pale as I am, you probably burn fucking easily. Even if you have darker skin, you should use sunscreen, you can still be at risk for skin cancer.

I’m going to keep reiterating this: WATER. WATER. WATER. LOTS OF WATER. It’s super important to keep hydrated.

Alcoholic beverages are diuretics. They will dehydrate you. Feel free to indulge, but do bear in mind that you will need to drink more water than normal to compensate.

Be cautious with caffeinated beverages. They're definitely better than nothing, though.

Light, loose clothes. White clothes will trap heat against your body, but black will absorb heat from the sun. I recommend black over white, but ultimately lighter colors are going to be your friend.

Drink even more water than normal if you wear a binder, and don’t wear it longer than you need to. Constricting clothes are going to increase your risk of dehydration, so compensate accordingly. 

(If anyone has any other binder-related tips, please add them. I don't wear one all that often and don't claim to be an expert).

I will keep pointing out the importance of hydration. The human body cannot survive without water intake. If you are like many people I know and can't stand the taste of plain water, you have options! Gatorade, Powerade, and juice are all good too! Buy powdered Gatorade and make your own!

Or you can get flavored water. If you're somewhere with a Walmart, Great American brand has some good flavors. I personally recommend the Fuji Apple. Target's brand has a good apple water as well. Be cautious if you have issues with artificial sweeteners, they do contain them.

Alternatively, get a few Mio bottles (or any brand; Crystal Light has some good options too). You can make your own flavored water, and you can even make some in advance to keep in the fridge.

Last one on flavored water: boxes of single serve flavor mix. They're little packets that you can add to about 16 ounces of water. Any more than that and the flavor is watery, but you can mix a few of those in advance too.

I like to chew on ice for hydration, it's a good way to mix it up and it's stimmy for me. But be careful; as I said above, if you think you're dehydrated, you want to stick with room temp liquids for a bit.

Get some washcloths and make cold compresses. You can dunk them in chilled water and use them to wipe yourself down, or soak and freeze.

Make sure to take time to cool off extremities. Feet, hands, neck, face. This can help lower your core temperature.

If you are in a place where you can do so, get a window mounted AC unit. I do understand that this is not feasible for everyone for various reasons, but if it's something you can do, it can help. I'd recommend installing wherever you sleep. Make sure to turn it off if you are out of the room for long periods of time to give it a chance to rest.

Tower fans with oscillation are good too.

With any fans, you can make yourself a small swamp cooler: get a bowl of ice, and set it in front of the fan. Alternatively, towels soaked in cool water draped carefully over the fan achieve the same effect.

Actual swamp coolers are useless in high humidity. Be sure to have alternative methods for cooling if you have a swamp cooler.

If you have pets: keep them indoors as much as you can. If they have to be out for extended periods, have a shady place they can retreat and be sure to provide water. Do not let dogs walk for long periods on hot concrete or pavement, it can burn the pads of their feet. You can try a set of dog booties for walks if they are affordable for you.

Shower or bathe in cool water if you are able to.

During the hottest part of the day (for my area that's between 10 am and 6 pm, your hours may vary), stay indoors as much as you can. If you must be outside, limit time in direct sun, hydrate, use sunscreen. As I said above, get a portable fan if you can.

In regards to hydration: do not chug anything. The human body needs roughly 2 gallons of water a day to function (slightly less for AFAB folks, we need about 1.5 gallons), but you need to spread it throughout the day or it won't do anything but flush your kidneys.

It is possible to overhydrate, and water intoxication can be fatal as well. Symptoms will be similar to being drunk. It is a medical emergency and you should seek attention.

That's all I've got for now, if I think of more, I'll add it. If anyone has any tips I've missed, please feel free to add them as well!

Stay safe out there!

[uncommon-etc]

If you see a post encouraging you to buy an AC unit, don’t do it!

AC units can be life-saving pieces of technology, but they should be reserved for care homes, hospitals, and places where high temperatures are most likely to pose a threat to human life. 

If you want to make the effects of climate change worse, buying an AC unit is about the easiest way, as a regular person to do it (apart from possibly buying a Diesel van). When you look at carbon emissions per household across G20 countries there’s a reason the US is so much higher than everywhere else (Americans are the third largest consumers of AC units in the world, with only Saudi Arabia and the UAE in front of them, you know, those countries that are literal deserts).

Line them up with the biggest per-capita polluters, and a pattern starts to emerge

AC units are not only extremely expensive to run, they also use a crazy amount of energy, and make the outside temperatures even hotter (this is a particular problem in cities with a lack of green space, where people walking past AC units on a sweltering day are being repeatedly blasted by the hot air they emit)

So, while I appreciate those in hotter countries taking the time to give their European friends and family members tips on how to keep cool in these temperatures, I will not be taking advice on how to handle climate change from anyone whose answer to everything is ‘just buy an AC unit’, I’ve got no plans to follow the example of the country which still holds the record for the most greenhouse gases emitted into the atmosphere.

It might be tempting to think ‘oh well, the planet’s already screwed, what damage will one more little AC unit do?’ but the answer is quite a lot so please, please, unless you have a medical condition that makes the prospect of heatstroke or heat exhaustion much more serious, don’t buy an AC unit.    

[rodeoxqueen]

Keeping Up With A Himbo: V (I)- Melatonin? Melanin? 

Series Summary: A series of domestically fluffy snippets where the s/o of a Sparda learns just how much of a himbo their lover is.

Work Summary: A riveting tale in which V gives you serotonin by confusing melatonin for melanin. 

Tags/Warnings: Gender-Neutral! S/O, Medical Inaccuracies, V Is Stupid Too, Maybe Rodeo Made Him Too Stupid, Heatwaves, Domestic Fluff, Comedy, Grocery Store Runs

V was not great with excess sunshine and heat. However, it was the summer and that was all there was. Strolls became unbearable as he would rather sleep in with you and wound up waking at the most sweltering temperature. 

You were fine with it, opting to wear things that left more skin showing. Tantalizing as it was, it was harder to appreciate when he himself practically boiled in the leather he was used to wearing. He sadly gave up his usual garb for shorts and tank tops, his favorite sandals replaced as well. 

It was the end of the week, meaning you would have to restock your shared apartment’s rations of food and supplies. You grabbed your wallet and keys, sliding on a pair of shoes. Sunglasses in hand, you called out for your boyfriend. 

“V, if you don’t want to go, I can go myself.” He sighed, grabbing his cane and walking out the door with you.

“You know that won’t do.” 

Redgrave was beautiful during the summer. With the clear sky and warm weather, it was as if this place didn’t actually crawl with demons. 

While you basked in the sun, feeling the heat seep into your skin and radiate outwards, V wished for an iceberg to fall on him. 

It was HOT. He insisted on wearing black and he paid for it every time. It was as if the sun had parked herself right on top of him and he already knew he was turning pink. 

Tousling his hair, he groaned at how hot the top of his head was. The two of you had just started on your walk and the concrete had been waiting, heatwaves practically jumping off the surface. At least you were happy. 

“V? V? Are you okay?” He snapped out of his stupor, tilting his head to greet your inquiry. 

“Yes? Forgive me, it’s a bit warm.” You laughed at your grumpy poet. 

“Yeah, a little. I’ll be sure to get some sunscreen for you.” 

“Please do. I’d hate to repeat last time.” 

“Oh yeah, I remember! You burned so bad at the beach.” V shivered despite the weather. He had decided to partake of the beach with the rest of the devil hunters and Nico. Your bathing suit was so enticing on your frame yet he could never forget how his skin peeled off from the unforgiving sun. 

“Maybe you don’t produce a lot of melanin. Y’know, the stuff in your skin that absorbs the sun’s rays.” You explained, finally stepping foot into an air-conditioned grocery store. 

V sighed, pink skin cooled before he could burn anymore. 

“Perhaps.” A grocery cart in hand, you trekked about the store with V. 

Through the produce section, V grabbed a few apples while you inspected a head of lettuce. V noted you bought materials for hamburgers, his favorite. 

You went to grab some sunscreen afterward, knowing you’re going to need a lot for V. 

Meanwhile, V thought about what you said earlier. He stood next to you in the aisles, the shelf behind him full of multivitamins. A certain bottle caught his attention. 

What was it that protected human skin from the sun? It started with an M. Careful hands plucked the bottle from its place. Colorful with a picture of the moon and sun, he decided that these gummies were what he was looking for. 

“This might do.” He threw it in the cart with the sunscreen you found. 

V was putting the groceries on the conveyer belt when you decided you wanted ice cream and ran to the freezers. 

Luckily you returned quickly. The previous time you did a last-minute run, you were gone for too long and V had to stand there awkwardly in the perception of many pissed customers. 

In your hands, you held the cold delicacies that V predicted you would consume all of them in an hour and regret it. 

White grocery bags in hand, V walked right back outside. You had already gotten started on a popsicle, offering V several licks. 

When you got back home, V put the bags on the counter to find the sunscreen and medicated gummies. He swiftly placed them in the medicine cabinet in the bathroom. 

Looking into the mirror, he mussed up his hair again. You had a spare hair tie on the sink which he used to tie his hair back. 

After dinner, V decided to eat some of the gummies. He took a generous amount. They were rather sweet with a slightly gritty texture. He wondered how long they would take to work, never wanting to sunburn ever again. 

Laying on the couch half an hour later, he found himself tired. Almost aggressively tired. He wasn’t even outside for that long, so he marked heatstroke off his list of what could have made him so exhausted. The book in his hands became the book on his face and he fell fast asleep. 

When he woke up, he felt groggy, his head weighted by wet cement. His back hurt with the precarious way he laid on the couch. 

You heard the sound of him waking up, a raspy groan leaving him while he stretched. 

“Good morning. I hope you weren’t too lonely without me last night.” He said. You looked over the kitchen counter with a grin. He coughed, his throat dry. 

“More like overmorrow.” He got up lazily, confused. He looked at his skin, noting no difference. Did the supplements work? 

“V...you slept for an entire day and a half. I didn’t want to bother you but I did have to check your pulse a few times. Had to make sure that you were still alive.” V walked into the bathroom, seeing a couch imprint on his face, half of his hair completely flat to his face. 

“Perhaps it’s just a side effect of those melanin supplements I got.” You snapped your head around from making breakfast, confused. 

“What.” He made his way into the kitchen. V ruffled his bed head, handing you the bottle. The cupboard was opened and closed, V chugging a glass of water. Leaning against the counter, he watched you examine the bottle in disbelief. 

“Sweetie-” You pointed to the melatonin medication. A rising sun with a cartoony smile and a sleeping moon was printed on the plastic surface. 

“Why did you take these?” 

“To have more melanin.” You turned around, and V found you with an expression that said “I want to scream like a pterodactyl for a moment.” 

“V, melanin is a pigment. Melatonin is a sleep medication. This is melatonin. Baby, you just ate half a jar of sleep gummies.” You emphasized the pronunciation of melanin and melatonin. 

V’s eyes went blank, just realizing his mistake. 

“Oh.” 

You didn’t stop laughing for an hour. He never heard the end of it. 

[candreloup]

Heyyy ! Hope you're doing well ! May I request a drabble in which hero has to battle the villain but hero has a migraine due to some reasons and villain finds out a about the migraine and then you can decide how the villain reacts to it , does he take advantage of the migraine or decides to help hero

Hi!! I'm doing very well, thanks! Y'all gave me so much serotonin with your amazing asks :)) Sorry for not being able to answer yesterday, was busy with father's day stuff. Anyways, on to the story!!

4 PM. Sunday. That day was particularly hot, at the peak of the summer season. The ground outside shimmered with heat, burning anything that came close to it.

Hero lay, draped over the couch and nearly passing out from heatstroke. Goddamn, it was hot. They had always been susceptible to the summer heat- especially on these kinds of days, when the air felt thick with humidity and even sheltering in the meager shade provided little relief from the sweltering sun.

It didn't exactly help that the water heater was broken, too. When all the tap water started to come out lukewarm and even the ice began to melt in the freezer, Hero knew that it was going to be a rough day.

They hadn't had a day like this in ages, when the sky was cloudless and the sun seemed to burn holes through everything under its glaring eye. Good thing Villain was also inactive, presumably taking shelter in some cool spot indoors on such a hot day. Good thing indeed...

And then the ground started to shake.

Shit. Hero scrambled to their feet, trying to figure out if it was an earthquake or if it was Villain acting up again. Please, god, let it be an earthquake, let it be an earthquake- Through the dizziness and sleep-daze, Hero heard the unmistakable voice echoing through their head.

Meet me. You know the place. Now. Or much worse things will happen.

Villain smiled, feeling the exhaustion from the other side. It was the worst kind of hot day, the best kind if you were trying to catch someone off guard. Of course Villain would use it to their advantage. It would be stupid not to. But when Villain saw Hero stagger through the door and lean against it with their eyes closed, they started to question their choice. Perhaps there was a reason the whole city seemed to call a truce on these kinds of days; after all, Villain wasn't evil. They just wanted Hero to suffer a little bit.

Villain shook their head, clearing their mind as Hero seemed to revive and walk towards where Villain was sitting.

The room was elegant, cool and beautifully furnished. The first thing Hero saw through the spinning room was the couch Villain was sitting on, lounging in the cold relief of the inside. Holy hell. The agony of a few hours with no water and extreme heat hit and Hero leaned against the closed door with closed eyes, fighting off the beginnings of a migraine. Come on, Hero. You've been through worse. Come on.

Hero stood up, pushing themselves off the door and walking across the room. Villain stood up as well, hands in pockets in typical villain style. "Welcome, Hero."

"What the hell do you want? I have things to do."

Villain clicked their tongue. "Rather aggressive today, aren't we? Ah well, I suppose I'll get straight to the point. To be short, I wanted to catch you off guard today. I just didn't think you'd come."

"Well, obviously I would come. What, you think I'd-" Hero stopped, almost raising a hand to their head as another wave of pain hit. "I'd..."

Villain frowned, obviously confused. "You'd what?" Hero stayed silent, eyes closed. "You'd what? Hero? Hero? What are you...?"

Hero gave up. They just couldn't hold it back anymore, feeling the pain rippling through their head like someone was hitting it with a hammer. Hero sank to the floor, crouching and holding their head desperately.

"Hero...? What's..." Villain trailed off, the realization hitting them just as Hero completely collapsed onto the floor. Heatstroke. Maybe it wasn't so good of an idea to bring Hero here on such a hot day. Villain just wanted to scare Hero, keep them out of their plans for a little bit- not give them a heatstroke. Almost unconsciously, they reached their hand out to pick up Hero. What are you doing? They're your enemy. Just leave them. But it didn't feel right. Leaving them all alone, suffering on the floor, when Villain was the one who brought them there. But-

Hero reached out and grabbed Villain's wrist, almost crying out when their head gave another pulse of pain at the movement. Villain jumped, immediately going on defense. "Help..." Hero croaked, holding on to their wrist for dear life. Come on, Villain. They're clearly not in any condition to fight. Just... move them somewhere. Don't just leave them on the floor.

Villain sighed, running a hand over their face before kneeling and picking Hero up. Hero weighed surprisingly little. They were so defenseless, too- it would be so easy to just eliminate them right then and there. But something about how Hero had thrown their trust solely onto Villain in that stopped them from doing anything to Hero. No, they would just have to wait. And watch.

Hero woke up slowly, with that feeling that comes from a good rest. The first thing they noticed was the delicious feeling of cold, with just the right amount of warmth coming from a light blanket on top of them. The second thing they noticed was the chain. Specifically, the handcuffs chained to the floor. And the fact that they were not in their house, but rather in a completely new room. The curtains on a window were closed, shutting out almost all light; and the room seemed empty. The third and final thing that Hero noticed was that their migraine was gone. So were their chapped lips and the conspicuous feeling of dryness- in fact, they felt like they could win any fight in this condition. If only they weren't trapped in handcuffs.

Hero inspected the cuffs, examining closely the way they linked to the chain and testing out how weak they were. They seemed to be not too high quality handcuffs, probably having to do with the fact that they passed out. Oh yeah... that happened. Hero cringed, remembering the grab at Villain's wrist and the humiliation of literally collapsing in front of your biggest enemy. Whoops. Well, they'd have to deal with that later. For now, they just had to deal with the handcuffs.

Villain hummed as they walked along the hallway, smiling slightly as they approached the room. Hero was surprisingly childish when they were sick. They were also sort of... cute. For some reason. Their complete dependency on Villain made them feel... possessive, strangely- and made Villain want to take care of Hero at the same time. Huh. That was a strange thought.

As Villain opened the door to the room, they heard rustling from the couch Hero was lying on. They must have woken up. As Villain walked into the room they noticed a few things: first, Hero's flushed cheeks. What were they up to that made them so red in the face? It was cool in the room, and Hero was handcuffed pretty closely to the floor- so they couldn't have been moving around much. Second- the noticeable look of guilt on Hero's face. Really, what were they up to?

Before Villain could observe more, a pillow was suddenly flung into their face. What the-

"Don't come near me!"

Villain raised an eyebrow, picking up the pillow from the floor. "I was just going to check in on you. It appears you're awake. I can see you're also very energetic for someone who passed out on the floor a few hours ago."

Hero glared at Villain raising their legs and arms into a defensive position on the couch. "Where did you take me? What is this place?"

Villain smiled. "It's just a little... private area I happened to own. Don't worry. I'm not going to hurt you-"

"I don't trust you!"

Villain was getting a little bit annoyed. After all, they'd taken care of Hero diligently for the past few hours- shouldn't that at least warrant a thank you or I'm sorry for throwing a pillow in your face? But it's your fault in the first place. Villain sighed. They probably deserved it. But still, it was kind of unfair.

"Villain? Hello-"

Villain growled. To hell with it. Almost before Villain could think about it, they were on top of Hero, glaring down at their still flushed face. "Don't I get even a thank you? Maybe a hello or some kind of acknowledgement that I took care of you for hours? I could have just left you out there to suffer, you know."

Hero's eyes softened. "But you didn't." And then they kicked their knee upwards into Villain's ribs and ran, shedding their broken handcuffs and leaving Villain on the floor.

[cbk1000]

So something truly awful happened today, and this is your PSA to be very careful of yourself, your pets, your loved ones, etc. in these heat waves and not to underestimate how deadly hot weather is. I’m going to put this under a cut because it involves a dog dying (not Seamus). I just want people to please, please be so mindful in extreme temps and to understand how quickly a pet or even you can be overcome by them.

We got a call early this morning that my sister’s 7 month old German Shepherd pup died of heatstroke during the night and she found him when she woke up. He was not left outside or anything like that, he was in the apartment with her; she had fans running and she does have a window AC unit, but it’s one of those shitty old ones they put in apartments and honestly wasn’t even really making a dent in the temperature in the apartment. The AC unit is in the bedroom and he sleeps in the living room, but the bedroom door was open, and still there was no air flow whatsoever, and this is in a very small apartment. We were in and out of the apartment a couple of times today taking care of things, and even in the bedroom where the AC was, it was maybe a couple degrees cooler. There wasn’t room in there for his crate, but tbh, even if there had been, I don’t know that it would have made a difference. I also think the fan was probably just blowing around hot air and not doing a lot to help. I mention all these things because it’s easy to say, “Oh, the apartment is so stuffy and gross” without realizing that it’s not just those things, but also dangerously hot. Most people know not to leave a dog out in 110 degrees in the sun with no shade, but if you have no or inadequate AC, your own home could be just as deadly for a pet or even you.

I don’t know how hot the apartment actually was, and it does cool down a bit overnight, so I’m really not sure how hot it was that evening. This was also not our hottest day this week, and he survived those other temps, so I really don’t know why he died when he did, if it was simply accumulative effects, if he got upset and stressed himself out and that little bit was what put him over and his heart gave out, if the AC was working better at the beginning of the week but just couldn’t keep up then--I don’t know. I’ve asked myself all these questions but obviously it doesn’t really matter why, just that it happened and there’s nothing we can do about it now. 

We buried him this morning on our property since we have several acres, so now we’ve got a marker out in our field with some flowers on it for a 7 month old dog who should have had a long, happy life. Needless to say my sister is inconsolable. Mr. Jenn and I went over without her to her apartment to break down his crate and take it away because she couldn’t stand the idea of walking past it and expecting to see him in there looking up at her. 

I think she had some heat exhaustion herself, so we’ve got her and her cat over at our house where there’s an extra room and central air, and we just went back over to her apartment to set up a bigger AC unit that we have in the hopes that overnight it may cool the apartment off enough to where I feel safe letting her and the cat stay there, which I do not right now. If it can’t bring the temperature down enough, I’m going to talk her into staying with us till the heat wave breaks next week. I do not want to compound this tragedy with another one.

This has been a truly awful day that I do not wish on anyone, so please, watch yourselves closely, watch your pets closely, even if you’re inside with them; even if you have fans running. 

[fruitcoops]

I don't know if you are taking asks anymore, so if you are not you can ignore this or put it to the very end of your list. But I was hoping you could write something angsty for coops but with a happy ending. Maybe one of them is having a bad mental health day? I've been struggling so I'd really like to read something sad but also comforting. Thank you so much!

Lovely anon, I hope you are doing better <3 It’s been a few days since this ask came in (sorry) but it was really cathartic to write and I hope it is a good balance of sad and comforting. I combined it with two similar asks, which are listed below:

Coops/ SW credit goes to @lumosinlove!

Prompt 26: “I don’t know what’s wrong, okay? I’m just…really tired.”

Prompt 30: “You’re not okay.”

“Sirius. Sirius.”

He blinked and shook his head, clearly trying to come back to reality. “What?”

“I asked if you were okay.”

“Yeah, I’m good.”

“You’re scowling.”

“I’m fine.” The resignation and frustrated confusion in his voice worried Remus. He almost sounded like when he got heatstroke, just…different. Angry.

“Are you ready to head out?”

“I’m going to tap a puck around for a bit, I think.”

Remus frowned. That superstition only came out after bad games, when Sirius’ pent-up energy twisted around and burrowed into him rather than overflowing in tangible waves that boosted everyone around them. A remnant of years spent blaming himself for not being the absolute best, Remus supposed. “You don’t want to do that at home?”

“Not really,” Sirius said harshly. Not shouting, not snapping—harsh. Harsh in a way he never was with Remus. Talker, the only other person left in the locker room, picked up his bag and left silently with a final glance between them.

“Talk to me, baby,” Remus tried again, softening his voice. Making Sirius feel pressured was the worst way to go about this.

As expected, the frown slipped slightly. “I don’t know what’s wrong, okay? I’m just…really tired.”

“Okay. Ten minutes?”

Sirius sighed and scrubbed his hand through his hair without looking up. His skates were still laced up tight. “Ten minutes.”

Twenty minutes later, they were on the road heading home. The car was uncomfortably quiet, as if they were both waiting to say something, but Remus refrained from making any comments until Sirius opened up. Poking and prodding was never a productive method, and he was exhausted from the game, which had been far too close for a team like the Ravens.

“I’m not mad at you.”

“Good.”

“I think I just need some food.”

“And sleep.”

“And sleep,” Sirius added as an afterthought. “You’re quiet tonight.”

“I’m always quiet,” Remus said with a light laugh.

“Not around me, you’re not.” A smile tugged at the edges of Sirius’ lips when he glanced over, then faded into the troubled darkness from the locker room. Few members of the team had swung by for fist bumps or postgame chatter with him once the interviews were done; any reporters who approached were met with a cold stare.

“I was thinking about asking Reg to come over for Christmas, too.” Remus looked back out the passenger window. “Jules misses him and it’s been a while since we all had dinner together.”

“D’accord.”

“We might need to convince Dumo to let him go, but—”

“I said that sounds fine,” Sirius huffed, turning onto the road that led to their house.

Remus looked at him, eyebrows raised. “I know. I heard you. I figured I’d ask for your opinion on getting him to come over, considering he’s your brother, but if you really don’t care then I’ll just call in the morning.”

“That works.” The engine turned off and Remus locked the doors. Sirius unlocked them, only for Remus to click his key again.

“What happened? You’re not okay.”

Sirius blew out a long breath and let his head fall back for a moment. “I told you, I’m just tired.”

“You get cuddly or grumbly when you’re tired. You shut down when you’re upset. What did the reporters say?”

“Can I at least take a shower before you start interrogating me?”

Ouch. Okay. Remus tucked his key into his pocket and grabbed his duffel from the backseat. “Go for it. I’ll be in the bedroom when you’re ready to talk.”

It felt weird entering the house alone after winning a game. Sure, it had been close, but they still won and Sirius generally went into Hockey Obsession Mode after skin-of-their-teeth victories. The last time Remus had seen him like this was when a rude reporter asked whether he had spoken to his parents since the All-Stars and Sirius silenced him with a thunderstorm glare.

The pasta he reheated tasted like sawdust, but it cleared his head a bit and stopped the growling in his stomach. Sirius was still in the shower when he went upstairs; leaning against the tile while steam practically suffocates him, I bet, he thought as he changed into his softest pajama pants and tossed his postgame clothes into the hamper.

Sirius looked everywhere but at him when he came out of the bathroom with a towel around his waist and began digging through the dresser. “Your sweatpants are over here,” Remus reminded him. He didn’t respond. “Ignoring me is a dick move. I know you’re upset but that’s not cool.”

His broad shoulders slumped and he paused his search. “I’m sorry.”

“Apology accepted. What are you looking for?”

“Manches longues.” With a low hum, Sirius pulled on his most beat-up long sleeve shirt and slipped into bed, then immediately turned on his side, facing away from Remus. ��Bonne nuit, mon amour.”

“Are you sure you’re not mad at me?”

“Very sure.”

Remus settled onto his side as well and, after a moment’s hesitation, reached out and touched the back of Sirius’ shoulder. He flinched slightly. “Sirius.”

“Don’t say my name like that.”

“Like what?”

“Like—” He rolled onto his back and stared at the ceiling with an angry huff, waving one hand around. “Like it’s so soft. It’s not. I’m not.”

“You are.”

“No, I’m not.” The corners of his eye glimmered in the low light of the full moon.

Remus shifted closer, just enough that he could feel the heat radiating from his skin. “Yes, you are. With Harry, with the team, with me. You’re allowed to be soft, honey.”

“I don’t want to be,” Sirius said angrily.

“I think you do.”

“I hate it when I feel like this.” His voice broke and he inhaled shakily. Remus hummed his agreement, resting one hand a few inches from Sirius’. “All those reporters—they think I’m like that all the time. That I’m aggressive and untouchable and perfect, even off the ice.”

“But you’re not.”

“But I’m not. I’m not, and I don’t want to be, but I don’t want to let them down.”

“The reporters don’t matter.”

Sirius shook his head as the first tear slid down his cheek, toward his ear. “I don’t give a shit about them. I don’t want to let the fans down. It would be so much easier if I could be the captain all the time, but I can’t. They ask about the youngest captain and I always forget that it’s me. They ask about Regulus and I have to remember if they know he spent last week snarking at me about vacuuming or if they think we still fight. They ask about you and—and I’m tired of it. I love you, but sometimes I just want to talk about hockey. I play hockey and I have a life that is separate, but they don’t seem to understand that.”

Remus brushed away the tear tracks with his thumb and Sirius closed his eyes, tangling their hands together. “I’m sorry.”

“You have nothing to be sorry for.”

“I’m sorry you feel like that,” he rephrased. “It’s a lot of pressure for one person.”

Sirius half-smiled. “You make it better.”

“Can I hold you?”

His smile wobbled. “Please do.”

Remus wrapped one arm around his waist and drew him close against his chest, threading his other hand through his hair as he placed gentle kisses to the top of his head. He had washed his hair in the shower—the minty scent was calming, and the slowly-drying curls were soft. “You don’t have to be perfect all the time,” he murmured. Sirius’ palms pressed into his bare back. “You can just be you and that’s more than enough. If they don’t see that, it’s their problem.”

Sirius hooked their ankles together and pulled the blankets up over their shoulders with a trembling sigh. They fell asleep soon after, lulled by two hearts beating in tandem.

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Snapetober Day 5: Apple orchard.

hello, this one was a bit hard t imagine, but it was oh so fun to write. i love interactions between severus and the other professors. please, feel free to read it over in ao3 if you'd like, and also if yoou'd be kind enough, go give me some kudos over there. thanks, hope you enjoy~.

Day 5 - Apple orchard.

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Hogwarts was a college of the highest prestige, and as such it had a reputation to uphold. One could doubt its safety, the responsibility professors had in handing out certain punishments to students, and even the expertise of said professors themselves (people pointed to Remus Lupin, although honestly, Lockhart was the blackest sheep ever), but there was something that could never be reproached: The quality of the food.

From mashed potatoes to the most elaborate cake to all kinds of drinks, every meal at Hogwarts was a pleasure. Elves cooked everything to perfection, and if it weren't for a certain professor, everyone thoroughly enjoyed the cooking. Much of it was due to the quality of the products, all being the best of the best, natural and fresh. The elves gathered the very first harvest at the end of the summer holidays, leading to the Great Banquet, the best dinner of the year in the opinion of the vast majority.

And speaking of it, it was primordial to get things done. This year they would have Beauxbatons and Durmstrang as guests, and Hogwarts couldn’t disappoint.

Somewhere in the castle, Dumbledore had an idea.

"I seem unable to understand why we had to come".

Severus hated many things: teenagers, the smell of wet dog, physical contact, Potter, Potter's godfather, Potter's father, and lately Lucius for nagging him about going to see the Quidditch World Cup. But if there was one thing Severus hated more than all those things put together, it was the sun. Especially the summer sun. He had nothing against the nice hot, light-filled days of that time of year, as long as he could be tucked underground, in the sweet, cold shade, surrounded by water and silence and not a drop of sunlight.

Unfortunately for him, the poor man was walking along with all the other Heads of House, and Dumbledore of course, under the tireless and exhausting gaze of the major star. They were on their way to an apple orchard, the one that supplied Hogwarts and where the elves would appear in a few hours. It had occurred to Dumbledore that it would be a fun outing for the five of them, and Severus couldn't have disagreed more, but everyone else was largely ignoring him, determined to have some fun.

In any case, Severus felt his face hot, certain that his pale skin was quite flushed, which bothered him even more. He looked at his companions, for a second envying how fresh they all looked: Pomona was wearing jeans and a plaid shirt, while Filius was wearing some sort of scout outfit that gave him an almost, almost , funny look; Minerva, on the other side, was wearing a dress that reached below the knee, white with small flowers of different colors that made her look much younger; even Dumbledore had changed his usual outfits that (in the young professor's eyes) looked like pajamas to a pair of shorts from which his slender legs peeked out, the long beard braided to keep it out of the way. The only one who had steadfastly refused to change was Severus, who wore his capes and capes of clothing black as the abyss, and thanks to which he was slowly dying of heat. Not even the cooling spell he had cast on himself could do much more than keep him from perspiring.

But he didn't care. He had a reputation to uphold, for fuck's sake.

“Because it's fun!”, Dumbledore exclaimed. Severus walked between him and Minerva, as usual, while Pomona and Filius walked a bit ahead, marveling like little children at every damn plant in the field. “Also, I know you love our summer vacation expeditions and activities”.

Severus didn't reply, but he shot him a cold, unamused look, as for the last time they'd been out on ‘summer vacation expeditions and activities’ he was almost eaten by a dragon.

"Come on Severus, chill", Minerva chimed in, pulling a hat from her enchanted purse. It was huge and colorful, clearly not one that she would ever wear herself. The woman looked at him with almost sadistic amusement. “Look what I got you! It should help you cool down a bit”.

"No thanks", said the young man, looking listlessly at the hat. He noticed that it also had a cleat that was attached into a bun at the back.

He didn't even want to imagine the teasing if word got out. If they had already been unbearable about Longbottom's grandmother’s outfit...

"Tsk, you're going to get a heatstroke at this rate, and neither of us are going to carry you", the professor reproached him, handing the hat to Dumbledore for examination. Severus raised an eyebrow.

"I don't think I have that much luck”.

With another annoyed snort, the group decided to ignore the miserable man again, opting instead to go ahead with the other two teachers. Severus noticed that Dumbledore had put on the hat he was wearing himself and barely had the strength to not snort.

A short time later they reached the top of the hill, where the orchard was. The orchard was somewhat visited, so the landowner had hired some workers to properly care for the people coming and going. At the moment, two young witches were waiting for them standing there, with shorts and shirts tied mid-torso, and thin, light-toned capes tangled around their shoulders and falling to the ground.

Severus was tempted to petrify one of them and change clothes.

The girls welcomed them, very animated, and provided a basket to each one, as well as a tablecloth so that they could sit and watch the sunset if they wanted to. Dumbledore thanked them kindly, and Severus finally put on Minerva's hat when he heard one of the witches comment that smoke was coming out of his head. Minerva laughed at him.

"Shut up".

What had started out as a simple and boring day picking apples ended up being a visceral competition to see who put more fruits in their respective basket after Dumbledore bet 5 galleons that he would be the one with the most. Severus had been in the middle of all the mess, watching as Filius sneakily enchanted apples to fly from Minerva's basket into his own while Dumbledore helped him by distracting the Transfiguration teacher; how Pomona ‘accidentally’ tripped over the headmaster's basket, and in the process of helping him pick them up she took a load of them with her; how Minerva would transform twigs into fake apples to add to her collection.

He hadn't participated in their affairs, of course, because he thought it was the stupidest thing in the world, but he didn't hesitate to gossip to others, starting an argument that ended in apples flying through the air and more than one trampled basket.

Now it was dusk, the ravaging sun being only a bright half disk out on the horizon, slowly fading away. The five teachers had already cleaned up their mess by then, and were sitting on the red and white checkered tablecloth, relaxing after their pitched battle. The only basket that was left intact and capable of carrying apples was Severus', so this had been placed in the center of the group so that anyone could reach out and grab one of the fruits. No one was surprised that Severus was the only one who didn't want to eat one, despite Minerva's scolding look.

But still, the man had already overcome his annoyance, although he wasn’t going to show it out of pure pride. He told himself it was because the damn heat was finally subsiding, which meant he was already able to take off the stupid hat; it had nothing to do with how hilarious he thought the professors' quarrel was, having so much fun with it that he often didn't even realize he was smiling, and that by the end of the day he didn't even remember that he was hot.

"What are we going to do? There are so many! I think if I eat one more I might as well explode”, Pomona complained, who by then had already eaten at least 5 apples. No one could blame her, as they were very sweet, firm without being too harsh, and so juicy that one ran the risk of getting both chin and chest dirty.

How Dumbledore didn’t get his beard dirty, nobody knew.

"The elves will take them to the castle when they come to collect the others. For now, we can leave them with those young ladies”, Dumbledore replied, biting his apple as he gazed at the horizon. Severus noticed how he shot him a sideways glance and braced himself for the worst. “By the way, Severus, I think you... caught the eye of one of them. The redhead, Lauren. Maybe you should go talk to her”.

Severus grimaced, trying to ignore the howl whistles the other teachers were making, as well as Minerva's elbow, which had dug into hir ribs as the woman taunted him.

He already had enough with being one person's crush.

"I think it’d be a better idea if you paid me the galleons you owe me", he replied, sitting upright. The other adults exchanged glances before making heated comments.

"And why would we give you something?".

"I wasn't serious about the bet...".

"You weren't even participating!".

"The way I see it", Severus said, raising his voice above the others, sure that he looked much more serious than the rest as he was the only one with enough dignity to still wear wizard clothes and not Muggle rags, "Dumbledore said whoever had the most apples in the basket was the winner, and the only basket I see is mine”.

"That's because you refused to participate!" Minerva growled, arms folded. Her eyes sparkled.

"I refused to cheat. I had fewer apples than you, but since they have to be in the basket and not in the memory… For instance, victory is mine”.

"That doesn't make any sense, Severus!", Pomona cried. The man waved his hand in a dismissive manner.

“If all players on a Quidditch team break their brooms over petty arguments during a match, would the opposing team be denied victory when only they are left in the air?”, he argued.

There was a heavy silence whilst the others, again, exchanged glances. And then, between reluctance and curses, his four companions searched their pockets and gave him the agreed galleons. Even Dumbledore looked dumbfounded. Severus didn't comment on it, but everyone noticed that his expression was much more smug than before when he reached out to finally eat an apple.

Minerva wasn’t about to be left with such a bitter loss.

"I bet Lauren would like to see that face on you”.

“Oh bloody hell Minerva, do shut up”.