#don’t even start me on fahrenheit

[moonstruckme]

Hey I don’t know if you’re taking requests but if not just ignore this :) but if so could you write a poly!emt marauders fic where readers sick or something’s wrong but she doesn’t tell them or anyone until she gets semi seriously hurt

FYI your fics are literally my favorites they are so good I’ve been binging all your marauders fics <33

Thank you gorgeous!

cw: fainting, nausea, mention of skipping a meal

(also note: I used celsius because they’re british, but for my american homies 39.5 is just over 103 degrees fahrenheit)

emt!marauders x fem!reader ♡ 1.5k words

Your day has been hazy. You knew you were off before you even left the house, the lazy sluggishness of sleep not wearing off the way it normally does, but you couldn’t afford to pay it any mind. Your work had gotten done slower than usual, frustrating for all the effort you put into it. The thought of lunch made your stomach churn, so you had mint tea during your break instead. The joints in your fingers ached from typing. Even now, sitting on the barstool at your kitchen counter while you try and finish up an assignment that really should have been done hours ago, your back seems stiffer than usual. Your bones hurt. 

“That’s far too much onion,” Sirius comments from the stool beside you, leaning across the counter to scrutinize James and Remus’ work in the kitchen. 

Remus pauses in dumping a cutting board full of chopped onion into the pan on the stove. You see him look at James in your periphery, and even without paying proper attention you know something passes between them. James takes the cutting board from Remus, scraping the remainder of the onion in with a knife. 

“Overruled,” he decrees. 

Sirius scoffs, leaning back and crossing his arms. “Have fun kissing me tonight.” 

“I’d think if we’re all eating it, we’ll be on fairly equal footing in that regard,” Remus points out. 

“Yes, equally foul-smelling. So romantic.” 

“Angel,” James says as he starts slicing up bell peppers, “do you plan on working on that all night?” 

“Almost done,” you murmur, trying to ignore how nauseous the smell of all the food makes you. You squint into the brightness of your laptop, typing as quick as you can think. Which is to say, not impressively fast. 

It’s your boyfriends’ day off, and they’ve decided to celebrate the rare occurrence of none of them being scheduled to work by going to the cinema. James and Remus are making dinner first, but the film’s in just under two hours. You know you’re sacrificing some time with them now, but it’s only so you can enjoy the main event later. Plus, if you stop working, you’re not sure you’ll be able to pick up the momentum to start again. You have a creeping sense that at the first opportunity for rest, you’ll lie down and never get up. 

James says something encouraging, and then the conversation goes on without you. You lock into your laptop screen, fingers pressing down upon the keyboard like an extension of your brain, and gradually the sensation of being outside of yourself, your body moving on autopilot while your mind simply fuzzes over, envelops you. Slowly, the world just…slips. 

An odd sound leaves Sirius as he lunges for you, like an alarm that went off without him telling it to. He catches you but not quite, one hand wrapping around your arm and the other fisting in the material of your shirt, stopping you from tipping over only temporarily. James runs from behind the counter to help. Accompanied by a steady stream of curses from both of his boyfriends, he eases you out of your stool and onto the floor. You’re already coming to. 

“Is she okay?” Remus asks from the kitchen, and Sirius hears the sound of the stove flicking off. 

“She’s hot,” James says, one hand cushioning your head from the floor while the other feels about your face and neck. 

The quip comes to Sirius naturally—as usual—but he’s in no mood to deliver it. Though he trusts James’ assessment, he touches the backs of his fingers to your forehead anyway, hissing at the heat that meets them. It’s a wonder he didn’t feel it emanating from you in the barstool next to him. 

“Angel,” James’ voice is a coo, gentleness coming naturally to him whereas Sirius’ panic feels hot and dangerous beneath his skin, “do you feel alright?” 

You hum, though it sounds more like a grunt. “Mhm.” 

Sirius almost laughs. “Come on,” he says, “be straight with us.” He works two fingers into your wrist to get your pulse, rubbing his free hand up your arm cajolingly. “You did just pass out, so we know you’re not fine.” 

Remus sets a hand on Sirius’ back as he lowers himself to the ground by your legs. A support for them both. 

“I…” You blink for a couple of seconds, and they wait, knowing you’re probably still out of it. “I guess I feel a little sick.” 

James cracks a smile, though it’s tinged with worry. “A little?” he asks, smoothing down the baby hairs at your temple. “You’ve got a horrid fever.” 

You sigh. “I figured.” 

“You figured?” Sirius is aghast. He suddenly has a very clear picture of how your day has gone, and it unnerves him. “How long have you been feeling like this?” 

You look wary, and Remus’ hand runs the length of Sirius’ back quickly as he stands. “Alright, let’s move you somewhere more comfortable, yeah dovey?” 

You relax a bit at the affection in his tone, and Sirius feels bad about ever making you miss it. This is something he’s never been able to quell about himself. His love almost always manifests roughly. For the most part, you all know how to interpret it, but when you’re vulnerable like this and he can feel you feeling the gnashing teeth of his worry, Sirius wishes he were gentler. 

James won’t let you walk yourself the short distance to the couch, lifting you in a bridal carry and setting you down with such carefulness it makes Sirius’ chest ache. Remus goes to get the thermometer. Sirius steals the spot beside your head selfishly. Thankfully, there’s no lingering timidity in your gaze as he combs his fingers through your hair, pushing it away from your ear and trailing his touch down your neck. 

“You’ve been feeling unwell for a while,” he says, softer this time, “haven’t you.” 

You look more guilty than anything, eyes going big and doe-like. “Yeah.”

“Why didn’t you say?” James asks, lifting your legs so he can scooch underneath. He rubs the skin above your knees fondly, a small furrow between his brows. 

“I just,” you sigh as though disappointed, “wasn’t ready.” 

“Wasn’t ready for what?” 

“To be sick.” 

The scratchy, delightful sound of Remus’ laugh comes into the room with him. “Well that’s silly,” he says, reaching over Sirius to settle the thermometer in your ear. “It doesn’t seem to be waiting on you, does it?” 

“Guess not,” you mutter. Sirius strokes your jaw with his thumb. 

When the thermometer goes off, both he and James lean in to see, but Remus forsakes them, bringing it up near his face where he can read it. He hums. 

“What is it?” James asks. 

“Thirty nine point five.” 

They all frown. Sirius touches your forehead again, just to be sure. Unfortunately, it seems accurate. 

“What are your symptoms, sweetheart?” Remus asks you, settling on the floor beside Sirius with his knees bent in front of him. “Does anything hurt?” 

“I feel sick—like nauseous, and sort of achey.” A little notch appears between your brows, and Sirius had the impression that you’re finally letting yourself acknowledge your own misery. His gut twists with sympathy. “My stomach is starting to hurt, but I’m not sure if that’s just because I skipped lunch.” 

None of your boyfriends even have to say anything. You look abashed enough by their expressions. 

“I wasn’t feeling well,” you say in a small voice. 

James breaks easily, taking your hand and bringing it to his mouth for a firm kiss. “Can’t believe you went all day feeling this poorly and didn’t say anything,” he chides lovingly. “What did you think was going to happen, hm?” 

“I know, I’m sorry.” Your gaze flitters about the room, landing on Sirius’ eyes for a fraction of a second before it’s dropping shyly to the couch cushion. “It was dumb.” 

“So long as you know,” Remus agrees with a brief eye-roll. “It sounds like the stomach flu, so at least it should be better in a couple of days, but there’s not much to do other than rest.” 

Your face pinches unhappily. “I’m sorry for messing up your big night too,” you say, and you look like you’d curl up in misery if James weren’t currently using your legs as a blanket. Sirius’ heart gives a little throb. 

“Don’t be,” James says. “We’re still with you, aren’t we? And if we get sick, too, that’s just more days off!”

It’s clearly a joke, but you look extra guilty anyways. Your features tighten in a slight wince. Sirius works a hand between your face and the couch cushion, leaning forward to kiss the space between your brows. 

“Don’t worry about it, darling,” he says. “Better when we can be with you than when we’re busy helping some other poor sap, yeah?”

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[superhaught]

To Be Another Notch... (Chapter Two)

Pairing: Leighton Murray x Reader

Warnings: sick reader, reference to the chapter 1 smut

Word Count: 1100, Part 2/?

Part 1

Just a little follow up to "To Be Another Notch in Your Bedpost." Might keep it going, might not. I don't really have any specific ideas for where this one could go, though!

Also, Anonymous Asked: All I can think about now is like what if Leighton x reader are snowed in at Essex and the reader is deliriously ill and Leighton goes into protector mode and her roommates don’t know how to react since they’ve never seen this side of her with anyone before

I don't know if I did a super excellent job addressing this ask but I hope y'all like it! I'm in a bit of a writer's block rn so I'm doing me best. <3

Reader wakes up very sick and Leighton takes care of her. (Reader is explicitly she/her in this one).

You had slept over with Leighton after your night together. You awoke, bundled warmly in her deluxe comforter.

Well, technically, you didn’t wake up of your own accord. Leighton jostled you in an attempt to wake you and it wasn’t until she had to begin shouting your name that you actually came to. And furthermore, you weren’t exactly comfortably warm. You felt freezing cold but your skin was covered in sweat and you were approaching a fever of 102 degrees Fahrenheit. 

To make matters even worse, Essex had been the victim of a massive snowstorm overnight. Leighton had only been trying to gently wake you to let you know that classes had been canceled and you were welcome to stay, but then she felt how your skin was burning.

You opened your eyes blearily and were met with Leighton’s panicked expression and the back of her hand pressed against your forehead. 

“Oh my god, you’re burning up.”

“What? Like the Jonas Brothers?” 

“Jesus Christ, no! Not like the Jonas Brothers! You have a fever.” 

“Ohhh… that makes more sense.” You coughed painfully and Leighton quickly handed you a bottle of water from her mini fridge. 

“I will be right back, Stay. Here.” Leighton ordered before rushing out of the room.

You let your head collapse into the pillow and you were asleep again before you even knew it. An unknown amount of time later, Leighton came back into the room wearing a N95 mask, which she removed once the door was closed. Her arms were full of cold and flu supplies that she certainly could not have gone out and purchased due to the storm. 

Leighton sat everything down next to the bed and started going through the pile, setting a fresh box of tissues with lotion next to you along with a bottle of electrolyte drink. Then, she sifted through the variety of medications and ultimately decided that just some straight up tylenol and cough medicine would be best. 

Leighton was waking you up again and she helped you sit up while you took the medicines and drank a bunch of the electrolyte solution.

“Kimberly’s mom sent her all of this medicine and first aid stuff, it was honestly really impressive. My mom just sent me a Louis Vuitton weekender bag.”

You chuckled lightly, even though it hurt a little to do so, then spoke in a scratchy voice, “both things have their uses.”

Leighton felt your forehead again and then made you lie back down, “I’m quarantining you in here for now, at least until the storm clears. I’ll take care of you here.”

“You’re gonna get sick…” you pointed out.

“Then, you’ll take care of me.”

You furrowed your brows, “well, of course I will, but are you sure? I can just go home,” you made an attempt to sit up but Leighton pushed you right back down.

“Absolutely not. You’re in no state to walk across campus even if it wasn’t a blizzard outside. You’re staying here. End of discussion.”

“But I don’t-”

“Shut up, would you? You’re making me tired just looking at you,” she teased. 

Leighton surprised you, then. She was no longer feeling the fever on your forehead for sheer monitoring purposes, but just softly caressing her thumb over your skin and wiping your sweaty hair aside as she did so. It was comforting. 

You smiled, “you’re really sweet, thank you.”

Leighton leaned down and kissed your forehead gently and stayed by your side until you were too tired to keep your eyes open any longer and you fell asleep again. 

Leighton put her mask back on to protect her roommates from your germs as best as she could then went out into the main area of the suite to let you sleep in peace. 

Leighton sat down on the plaid couch in their common room and exhaled a deep breath. She had never really seen herself as a caretaker type, but for some reason, it had come naturally to her when she saw how sick you were.

Bela decided to go hang out in Jocelyn’s room to gossip the snow day away (with the help of cinnamon whiskey and apple cider… but mostly cinnamon whiskey), while Kimberly and Whitney hunkered down in their room. 

Leighton scrolled mindlessly through her phone when Whitney came out to grab some food from the shared fridge.

“How’s your guest doing?” Whitney asked. 

“Okay, I think.” Leighton answered simply. 

“Is this someone we’ve met before?”

“No,” Leighton said, “she’s new as of last night…”

“Wow. You must be really into her, then.”

“Why do you say that?”

“Well, you let her sleep over and now you’re taking care of her while she’s sick? The Leighton Murray of a few weeks ago would never, storm or no storm…” Whitney smiled at the blonde and sat down on the couch opposite her. 

Leighton’s cheeks flushed, “I don’t know… she’s cute. Really cute. And being around her has been really easy so far. Plus…”

Whitney raised an eyebrow, “plus…?”

Leighton rolled her eyes and then lowered her voice to a near-whisper, “Plus… she made me come like four times last night… maybe more. I honestly lost count.”

“Oh. My. God.” 

“I know.”

“That’s just not fair.”

Leighton smirked and shrugged. 

“So you’re taking care of her because the sex was amazing?” Whitney clarified. 

“No, not just that. Maybe I do really like her. But like…” Leighton groaned, “I’m so fucking stressed about Tatum and Alicia still… Do I really want to jump right into another relationship?” 

Now, Whitney shrugged, “do what makes your heart happy, Leight. If you like her, I say go for it. You never know when someone might be your person.”

Leighton looked over her shoulder at her bedroom door, “huh… yeah, maybe you’re right. I’m gonna go check on her.”

Leighton stood up and Whitney smiled, “I also think you should do whatever you can to bring this nurturing side of you out more often. It’s nice.”

Leighton flashed a glare in Whitney’s direction, “yeah yeah, whatever.”

The blonde slipped back into her room and took a moment to watch you before she climbed into the bed beside you and draped her arm over you. 

You were fast asleep and didn’t feel her join you in the bed, but you unconsciously shifted and hugged her arms close to you. 

Snow continued to drench the campus and it seemed to muffle all sound.

Leighton fell asleep holding you, lulled only by the steady rise and fall of your breathing.

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[estrellami-1]

If I Should Stay

Part 1 | . . . | Part 11 | Part 12 | Part 13

Steve blinks at him like he’d forgotten he was there. He gestures at Steve’s head. “Concussions?”

“Oh,” Steve says, like it’s obvious. “Yeah. I got hit in the head, like, four times.” He tilts his head, thinking. “Was it?” He asks rhetorically. “Jon clocked me first, then the Russians and Billy. And I don’t think the last time counts as a concussion, really, but in Lover’s Lake? When the bats dragged me through? I definitely hit my head. And there was the choking happening too, which definitely didn’t help.”

He shrugs, like he’s counting something inconsequential, like sticks, instead of brain injuries he’s had. “So, like, three and a half.”

Again, what the fuck.

He says so out loud, and Steve just shrugs. “I mean, I’m okay. I was okay, even, I just had to learn how to do things differently.”

Eddie looks at Steve like he’s crazy. He’s starting to think he is. “You’re talking about brain injuries. Life-changing injuries that, if you didn’t take care of them, could be life-threatening.” He shakes his head. “How are you not wrapped in bubble wrap twenty-four seven?”

“I’m fine,” Steve stresses, “and it’s a moot point anyways, the concussions are gone, so it doesn’t matter.” He sighs, shakes his head. “Anyways, how far are you on the song?”

“Oh, right! I’m having a little bit of trouble on this one part, but I should have it mostly down by the end of the day.”

Steve chuckles, shaking his head. “Incredible.”

Eddie frowns, suddenly defensive. “What?”

Steve blinks at him. “What? I mean it. I think it’s really cool how you can do that. And to be able to learn an entire song in a day especially. Not to mention one that sounds as challenging as that one does.”

“Oh,” Eddie says, desperately hoping he’s not blushing. Based on past experiences, though, he thinks he’s probably about the shade of the tomatoes Steve’s slicing. “Thanks.”

Steve smiles at him, closed-lip but no less real, and Eddie escapes out to the living room.

“Eddie!” Dustin says, motioning him over. “Okay, look. The Upside Down, right? And Eleven’s basically got True Sight. She can see anything that’s happening down there. So why not use her as a lookout?”

Eddie raises a brow. “You mean besides the fact that using her powers drains her, and we might need her for the final boss?”

“Oh,” Dustin says, disappointed. “Right.”

Eddie ruffles Dustin’s hair and sits down, studying their papers. “I think you’ve got the right idea,” he tells Lucas. “They said these things are vulnerable to fire, right?”

“Right.”

“There’s this book I read called Fahrenheit 451 about firemen who actually started fires, instead of put them out. Think about the trucks you see, right? With the big hoses? Imagine fire instead of water. Or even just some kind of flammable liquid that we could light quickly. If we can concentrate the jet enough to not worry about spraying everything-”

“We spray what we want and light the suckers up,” Mike finishes, grinning.

“Exactly,” Eddie agrees, pointing at him. “The trouble comes when we start thinking about all the little drops that land everywhere, not where we want them. Water mists everywhere. If there’s a solid-enough line of mist from the fire back to us, we’re in trouble.”

“So hairspray,” Dustin says. “Aerosolize it. Put it on a long hose with a long tube, far away from us, and mist everything we want to mist.”

“And wind?” Eddie asks. “If it blows back in our faces…”

“Right,” Dustin nods.

Lucas looks between them and sighs. “Steve!”

“What?” Steve calls back from the kitchen.

“Is there wind in the Upside Down?”

Steve walks out, frowning. “Wind? Not that I can remember. Why?”

Lucas grins, first at him, then at the guys gathered around the table with him. “I think we have an idea.”

Steve catches Eddie’s eye. “You’re helping?”

“Trying to,” Eddie shrugs, stretching as he stands. “Trying to get them to think outside the box in a different way.”

Steve grins, nods, and disappears back into the kitchen, coming out less than a minute later with a platter of sandwiches. “The rest of planning can wait until after dinner,” he tells them. “And thank El, she helped.”

A chorus of “Thank you, El,” rang from the table, and Eddie snags a sandwich before stepping back to where Steve is. “Thanks,” he murmurs, taking a bite. “I hope you don’t take this the wrong way, but whatever happened during those four years in the future… I think it might’ve changed you for the better.”

Steve grins at him. “I couldn’t agree more.”

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[strniohoeee]

Can you do a Matt x fem reader where she is sick with the flu. Like has a fever and everything and tries to hide her sickness from Matt and the other two? Up until she almost collapses from how sick she is? Which makes Matt worry and get all protective of y/n. And he ends up just taking care of her, getting medicine, snacks, and of course cuddles, cuddles, cuddles.

Btw I LOVE your writing, it’s so good!

Cough Drops

Pairing: Matt Sturniolo X Female Reader

Synopsis: Y/N figures out she might have the flu, but feels bad having Matt worry about her; so she keeps it on the low. This is until she almost faints…

Warnings⚠️: NONEEEE, kind of short?? cute little Matt moment. Plus IM BACKKKKK

Song for the imagine: How To Fight Loneliness- Wilco

How to fight loneliness?

Smile all the time

Shine your teeth till meaningless

And sharpen them with lies

My hearing went in and out as my breathing began to shallow. My eyes were glued shut as I tried to focus on anything else other than the way I was feeling right now.

My body was aching as I involuntarily shuttered here and there. My teeth chattering together as I tucked my hands into the sleeves of my hoodie.

Matt and his brothers were at my house to hang out which I didn’t mind but right now I needed my bed and a thick warm blanket. My head began to pound about an hour ago, and up until now I didn’t want to take any medicine.

Reluctantly I got up from my couch and swore I almost passed out, but I shook those feelings away.

“You okay baby?” Matt asked looking back at me

“Ugh yeah I’m okay my head just hurts” I replied smiling at him

“Are you sure? You look a bit pale” he said looking at my face

“I think I’m just super exhausted from this weekend” I replied

“We can leave and you can rest” he said and his brothers nodded their heads

“Noo don’t worry I’m okay” I said shaking my head

He nodded at me and I walked to my kitchen, opening the cabinet and taking out two extra strength Tylenols. I popped them in my mouth and washed them down with water from the sink.

Suddenly I sneezed and I tried to mask it by turning the sink back on. Luckily they didn’t hear it so I shut the water off and grabbed my thermometer. Placing it in my ear and waiting for the beep

I looked down at the temperature 103.2 Fahrenheit. My eyes popped out of my head. I’ve never had a fever this high, and suddenly I began to rack my brain on how I got sick.

Finally I realized I visited my friend last week and the following day she told me she tested positive for the flu. Fuck I thought to myself….. I got the flu….

I walked over to the couch and sat down with a cup of water not really sure what to say, but about 30 minutes later I started to cough.

It was a dry cough, but then I realized my throat began to get scratchy. There was a movie playing so my coughs went unheard.

I hated being sick around Matt because he dropped everything for me. And I appreciated it, but I felt bad he was too good to me.

An hour into the movie I began to feel super weak and nauseous, and it got to the point where the movie and the lights being on was starting to annoy me.

I got up and started to head to my room

“Hey where are you going?” Chris asked me in a playful way

“I think I’m going to lay down my head really hurts” I replied rubbing my temples

“Do you need anything?”chris asked

“No I’m okay” I replied and suddenly I began to cough

“Babe I think you’re sick” Matt said

“No I’m okay I promise, it’s just allergies” I said shaking it off

“Y/N you are so pale right now” Nick said getting worried

“I just….I just need-

Suddenly my hearing began to go out and my vision became tunneled and I couldn’t even focus on what to say. Suddenly my knees buckled and I felt myself getting woozy

Before I could hit the floor Matt ran over and grabbed me

“I got you I got you” he replied lifting me up

“Come on baby” he said and walked me to my room

He laid me down on the bed as I was incoherent and walked out the room.

He came back and sat next to me

“Smell this” he said putting an alcohol soaked pad under my nose

“CHRIS OR NICK BRING ME SOME JUICE FOR HER” he yelled as he turned to look at the door

“You’re coming back to me baby” he said rubbing my hair

“Matt what happened” I said blinking slowly

“You passed out, but you’re okay” he said as I began to sit up a little bit

“Take it easy” he said helping me sit up

Chris and Nick walked in with a cup of juice and gave it to me

“How are you feeling?” Nick asked

“I’m okay, but I think I have the flu. My best friend has it and I saw her last week” I said sipping on the cold drink

“Oh no! Chris and I are going to leave and leave you with Matt” Nick said

“Thank you” I said offering a weak smile

Matt had dropped them home and came back to my apartment.

He was gone for a while so I fell asleep and the sound of my bedroom door woke me up

“Sorry I didn’t mean to wake you” he said coming in

I turned on my lamp and looked at him, giggling

He had a face mask on and had target bags in his hand

“Okay so this is my first time taking care of a sick girlfriend, so I got a lot of shit” he replied placing the bags on my bed

“Matt you don’t have to” I said laughing

“Nooo I want to” he said whining

“I appreciate it” I said taking a sip of the juice on my night stand

“Okay sooo I got cough drops, but different ones for different things, and then I got Vicks tissues because I know you and your Vicks go hand in hand, and I got some Robitussin for severe colds, ummm I got some aguaphor for your lips because I know they get dry when your nose is stuffed. Gatorade, water, soup and I got some snacks you love” he said placing everything on my tv stand

“Matttt thank you I love you” I said getting up

“I love you too, now how are you feeling?” He asked getting concerned

“My body hurts, my throat hurts and my nose is getting stuffed, but I think I broke my fever” I said opening up a bag of cough drops and taking one

“Let me feel your forehead” he said waving be towards him

He placed his hand on my forehead and nodded his head

“You feel normal to me” he said

“Good because I need a shower” I said dragging my feet to my dresser

“You shower and I’ll make some soup and what not” he said walking out my room

After my shower I walked out to Matt sitting on my bed eating soup

“I made your favorite chicken noodle” he said

“Ouu yay” I replied and hopped onto my bed

Enjoying the soup and crackers as we talked

Matt decided to put a movie on, but he sat so far from me

“Come closer” I replied looking at him

“You’re infested” he said cleaning up our dishes

“You’re already exposed we made out this morning” I said rolling my eyes

“Ahhh very true” he said removing his mask and snuggling under the covers

Snaking his arm over my waist as he pulled me in closer as we watched Girl, Interrupted. His fingers played with my hair as I slowly drifted off to sleep.

“Get some rest my love” he whispered before placing a kiss on my temple.

Matt made being sick less insufferable. I laid in his arms with a smile on my face as I dozed off….

The End

YALLL IVE BEEN GONE FOR ALMOST TWO WEEKS. I’m sooo sorry ya girl had Covid, but I’m back and better than ever. I love yall sooo much🥹🖤🖤

-J💅🏽

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[my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction]

How about a fanfic that goes like this-

It’s super late at night and you’ve already gotten into bed. The reader is sound asleep but Marc is just laying there wide awake having a huge episode of self doubt and insecurity and he can’t sleep because of it. Marc is aware that his thoughts are just running around but he can’t help it. He wonders if he really is living a good life or if he’s living in a lie he’s made up for himself to think that he is. 

Do you actually love him or do you just put up with him because you actually love Steven and Jake and he’s just part of the “package”? Or what if he and the boys are just some sort of man-toy that you like but will leave once you find them not longer amusing. Even when reader cuddles up closer to him in their sleep, he just thinks “what if they’re just dreaming that I’m Steven or Jake”.

At some point Marc does end up falling asleep, more so out of his body just deciding to do it rather than through will. When it’s morning, Marc wakes up and finds reader starting to make breakfast. They greet him with a good morning kiss and all that and a while after comes out and made a breakfast that Marc specifically, just out of whim, and Marc just kind of sits there and thinks “Okay yeah, no, they love me :)” 

You can change this up any way you like It was just something I thoughts that fit in your writing style

PAIN. (Thank you for the ask, oh boy did this one just run off and do whatever it wanted.) Also basing Marc’s thought process/self doubt on my (mentally ill) thought process. I changed the ending, I hope you don’t mind, again the story just seemed to go off and do its own thing.

Ink in Water

Marc Spector X GN!Reader Rating: T Masterlist | ao3 | want to be tagged?

Warnings: self doubt, self hatred, Marc thinking he's worthless (HE'S WRONG), illusions to Randall, nightmares, happy ending, rail road sentences, please let me know if I've missed a warning!

Word Count: 1305

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The steady rain hitting the windows would be soothing to most, calming. The right noise to lull someone off to sleep. 

Marc hated it. 

Especially when it was dark with the sound of your soft breathing next to him. Rain and dark and not being alone.

It had been one of the things that had annoyed him about London, the idea of it at least. But it was pleasantly surprising when he realised that it didn’t actually rain that much in the city, not really. Despite how often its inhabitants seemed to talk about it.

More often than not it was that spitty rain anyway, the kind of stuff that felt like you’d been sprayed in the face with mist. It made everything damp and by default made 2 degrees celsius feel colder than 30 in fahrenheit, but other than that it was okay. Bearable. 

Not like tonight. 

Tonight it pelted down, the wind howling faintly. Tonight it reminded him too much of… well, things best left buried. 

He tried to focus on the sound of just your breathing instead. That gentle, even rhythm and was normally so soothing. Would usually drown everything else out. 

Don’t think of drown.

Don’t think of anything. 

Just breathing, your breathing. In and out. In and out. He tried to match it, held his breath until you breathed out. But no matter how he tried he kept slipping out of your rhythm. 

Marc turned onto his side, opening his eyes to look at you, your face faintly illuminated by the glow of this fish tank. He’d forgotten to turn the light off. 

Steven would tut and scoff at him in the morning. ‘How would you like to sleep with the top light on, hmm? It’s not good for them, buggers up their internal clocks and all that.’

He’d have to tell Steven that he didn’t think fish had internal clocks. 

Part of him wanted to get up, to turn the light off. And not just to avoid Steven’s disappointment, but because really he did feel kind of bad for the poor fish. 

Not tonight though, he couldn’t do it tonight. The thought of getting up, walking through the darkness of the flat despite the glow from the streetlights outside, with the sound of the rain. Dark, walking, rain. No, not tonight. 

The fish tank light stopped the complete darkness, the sound of it hummed lightly. Even if Marc couldn’t focus on it enough for it to completely block out the rain the absence of it would be worse. It would make the drip, drip, drip of the water going through the tank’s filter louder. The kind of sound that would give birth to stalagmites.

No, not tonight. He would say he forgot, apologise to Steven and the fish in the morning. 

He could put his headphones on, listen to something to try to drown out the rain-

Don’t think of drown.

But he didn’t remember where he put them, which left him with fumbling around in the dark to look or turning on a light. Both would wake you. And that wasn’t fair. 

You put up with so much and here he was, not even able to deal with the sound of the rain. 

Marc pushed gently at the head space, a nudge just to check if anyone else was awake. If Steven or Jake would like a go at trying to get the body to sleep. He could just… slink back and fade. It was always easier to nod off if he wasn’t fronting, just sort of sink-

Don’t think of sink. Don’t think of drown. Don’t think at all.

That, of course, never worked. 

You shifted in bed, sighing quietly. 

It hurt sometimes to think about how much he loved you. Early on he used to imagine you breaking up with him every night, not Jake or Steven, no you’d still be with them, just him. Ending it with him. 

It was like he had to. Repeatedly going over and over the way you’d tell him you didn’t want to be together romantically anymore. In any and all situations he could think of. 

The more he thought about it, he reasoned, the more he would get used to the idea. Grow calluses over the hurt, so when it happened he wouldn’t cause too much of a fuss. Wouldn’t make it awkward for you or Steven or Jake. 

It never worked like that, of course. His thoughts very rarely did what he wanted, preferring to run among and spread all over the place like ink in water. Clouding everything to madness. 

Everytime he imagined it, the words you’d say, whether you’d speak them calmly or in a rage, coldly or with kindness, it didn’t matter. Just thinking about it always made him cry. Made his throat ache and skin hot. 

It got so bad once that Steven had jumped to the front, confused and worried at the tears on their face, at why their hands were pulling fistfuls of their hair. At why they were sitting curled up on the bathroom floor. 

Marc had bullshited something, he couldn’t remember what. Steven hadn’t believed him, Marc knew that for sure, but he hadn’t pressed him further either. It wasn’t surprising, Steven was far too smart to swallow whatever nonsense had been thrown at him. The opposite of  hook, line and sinker. Sinker. Water. Rain. Sinker. Sink. Drown.

Don’t think of sinker. Don’t think of sink. Don’t think of drown.

Of course you’d stay with Steven and Jake. How could you not? 

He’d seen the way Jake made you laugh, so loud that it reverated in your chest, so hard that you almost couldn’t breathe, so constantly that you’d beg him to stop, just for a moment so that you could compose yourself. You’d never give that up.

He knew the way you talked with Steven, both of you speaking so fast that it made Marc’s head spin, so excitedly and animatedly, not even needing to finish a sentence before starting the next one because you were both so in sync. You’d never let that go. 

What did he have to offer? 

Except for being scared of the rain. Too afraid to turn off the fish tank light. Too pathetic to even deal with the idea of not being with you. 

He really should just-

“Marc?” You turned, your voice filled with sleep as you reached out for him. You grabbed his shoulder and squeezed.

He swallowed, “yeah baby?” He sounded stuffy, almost like he’d been crying. Thankfully, you weren't quite awake enough to notice. 

You sighed, relief flooding your veins and shuffled closer to him, quickly embracing him and hugging him tight. 

“I had a bad dream.” You mutter against him, pressing your face into his chest. 

“Baby,” he squeezes you back and places a soft kiss on your temple. “It’s okay, don’t worry. You’re alright.”

“Dreamt I couldn’t find you.”

“Couldn’t find me?”

You nod. “I kept shouting ‘Marc’, kept calling for you, but you weren’t there.”

Something sharp digs into his chest, spearing his heart clean through the middle. “Shouting for me?” He whispers.

You nod and stiff, shaking a little. There’s wetness on his bare chest. 

“Hey, baby, hey,” he gently pulls you back and lifts up your face, cradling your cheeks in his warm, safe hands. “It’s okay.” He kisses lightly just under your eyes, presses his lips to your tears, “I’m right here, don’t worry. Not going anywhere.”

You nod, still sleepy and kiss his lips. “Love you.”

“I love you baby, here.” Marc readjusts his position so that you can lay your head fully on the pillow and he can wrap both arms around you, softly rubbing your back as you snuggle into his warmth. 

You both fall asleep at the same time. 

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[intoxicated-chan]

Hi Punk!!! I was wondering about a fem reader x Valeria inspired in the song Fahrenheit by Azee. So basically they had something going on, but Valeria betrayed her by becoming a narco, and reader was recruited in 141, and now they meet again, and Valeria wants reader back 🤧

Fahrenheit

♡o。.✿ฺ Paring // Valeria Garza x F!141!Reader

♡o。.✿ฺ Summary // Either of you are sure of how things would’ve ended. Were they supposed to end like this or another way?

♡o。.✿ฺ (A/n) // Wasn’t sure what kind of ending you wanted but I hope you are happy with it.

♡o。.✿ฺ Word Count // 2.5k

♡o。.✿ฺ Content Warnings // Female reader, angst, little fluff, swearing, violence, misogyny, blood, death, mentions of drugs…

Black dahlias.

The flowers left behind. You never questioned anything Valeria has done, her beliefs, her choices, and her abilities. You always held faith in her. Even with her choices, you never questioned it, her decision and it wasn’t yours. But you saw the looks, the comments she received as a soldier. But you believed in her.

It’s what Valeria liked about you. Believing in her and willing to go hell and back just to save her ass. Loyal, honest, strong… Valeria went hours listing what was so perfect about you but loyalty was what she adored the most. Those nights in her arms, she was ready to give up but you were always the one bringing her back up.

Even as she put a bullet into his head, letting the blood soak the land where you swore your loyalty to her, Valeria knew it was too good to be true. The look in your eyes that saw her kill one of your comrades without mercy, she knew that your loyalty was long gone. She couldn’t be surprised but she was. Sticking out her hand for you to take only for you to slap it away in disgust in anger.

Valeria watched in disappointment in her eyes as you shot down her men, and now standing face-to-face, your gun drawn and ready to kill. This time, you question her, you don’t believe in any words that spill from her mouth. She snapped, a bullet struck your leg which made you fall. She kicks the rifle from your hands and grabs a hold of your chin, making you face her.

You knew the look in her eyes. Your Valeria was long gone. You knew when she cursed at you, questioning your loyalty to her. You froze up, everything became silent to you and the world around you felt like it stopped. It broke her heart hearing you mumble those words, the words she’s been waiting for.

Valeria shakes her head as her men gather around you, “Deja este. Déjala presenciar el derramamiento de sangre.” (Leave this one. Let her witness the bloodshed.) Valeria holsters her pistol, releasing her grip.

Fighting back tears, she walks away, feeling the rain begin to fall down. Her men laugh in your face, following behind.

You look behind you, seeing her walk to a car, “Please, Valeria! I love you!” You call out to her, sobbing uncontrollably.

Valeria hurries into the car, she clutches the steering wheel tightly and lays her head on it. She’s trying her best not to let anyone else see her showing weakness. But she swears that she could still hear you crying, with her nails digging into the wheel, she starts the car and drives away, trying to control her breathing.

Alejandro comes from around the corner, following your cries. He sees you trying to wipe them all away and ignoring the fact how badly your wound is. He lays you on the ground, applying pressure, “¿Qué sucedió? ¿Dónde está Valeria?” (What happened? Where’s Valeria?) Yet he received no answer from you, “¡Tenemos un soldado herido! ¡Alguien ayúdeme!” (We have a wounded soldier! Someone help me!) He shouts into the comms, “Just hold on (L/n). Hold on.”

The doctors say it was days you were unconscious, it felt like months to you. The doctor said that the bullet didn’t hit anything major so you’ll be back out on the field in no time. Alejandro knew something was up, you spoke nothing of the mission and Valeria. He was worried, he needed to know where she was.

“You gotta work with me (L/n).” Alejandro pleads, “Where is Valeria?”

“...I lost contact with her when I reached her last known location.”

“Did she say anything before?”

“She said she was going dark. Nothing else.”

Of course, you tried to continue like nothing happened. Missions resumed and the numbers increased, the deaths of soldiers, the knowledge of the Mexican Army working for El Sin Nombre. Rodolfo saw the rise of drugs out in the streets, the tags of El Sin Nombre… It killed seeing his home being taken over by drugs.

“¡Vamos! ¡Muevete Muevete!” (Go! Move, move!) Alejandro shouts at his soldiers to move, everything was going smoothly, the location of El Sin Nombre was confirmed, but when he broke down the door with Rodolfo, guns were immediately fired. He considered himself lucky to miss all those bullets…

“Están justo detrás de nosotros, coronel. No podemos perderlos si estamos a la intemperie.” (They're right behind us, Colonel. We cannot lose them if we are out in the open.) Rodolfo tells him.

“Los perderemos en el bosque.” (We will lose them in the forest.) Alejandro shouts the exact words into the comms.

“(L/n)!” Alejandro runs up to you, “Set these charges. You’ll know what to do with them.” Handing you his bag. He pats your back and runs off, “¡Buena suerte!” (Good luck!)

“Oh great.” You mumble, you could hear the cartel from a distance. You didn’t place them, more like threw them wherever you could. Your heart raced as the ground shook, they were getting closer by the second.

With the bag now empty, you ditched it. The control in hand and you ran, bullets speeding past you and just grazing you, “Shit.” Taking cover behind a rock, clutching the control when they just cross the line. You try to shield yourself the best you can, feeling the heat, the smell of smoke and a metallic hint to it.

You peer your head over the rock, “Well…” You sigh, seeing the destruction, “Well that happened.” You see another vehicle charge in your direction. Tossing the control, you aim your rifle and begin fire on the vehicle.

It suddenly comes to a halt, the driver quickly running out and firing their pistol at you, “Go away!” That voice is all too familiar, “Don’t make me do this!” Valeria shouts, part of her figure being blocked by the smoke.

“Valeria?!”

“Who else did you think it was?!”

“I-I…” You hold your fire, “Why are you still working with them?!” You ask her, “You were there, you saw what they did!”

“I thought putting you in a coma will teach you!” Valeria slowly steps closer, “We either live or die.”

“You still haven’t answered my question!” Your throat begins to burn.

“I’m powerful. Nobody even dares to even look down at me. You remember, don’t you. Coming to my side, defending me whenever a man tries to better himself by bringing me down. Yet here, I’m respected!”

“This?!” You cough.

“Yes this!” Valeria shouts back, “Putting drugs out on the street, watching it affect people’s lives, ruin their childrens! But it’s more to just drugs (Y/n). As long as there is a war on terror, there will be no real war on drugs.”

“Screw you.” You cough even harsher, you may have ignored the fire growing in size and smoke filling the air. The fire rips through the trees like water flooding everything in its path.

“(Y/n)... You can’t get out of here on your own.” Valeria reaches out to touch you.

“Don’t touch me.” You growl.

“Quit being stubborn and let me-”

“(L/n)!” She hears Rodolfo, “¡¿Dónde estás?!” (Where are you?!)

Valeria curses under her breath, “You choose them over me?”

“At least they don’t keep secrets.”

Valeria shakes her head and runs back to her vehicle.

“Fuck!” Rodolfo nearly trips, “Come on!” Dragging you out of the forest.

Back at base, you and Rodolfo were getting checked for smoke inhalation. Alejandro was back in his office pacing back and forth while on the phone with Laswell.

“I know it’s difficult giving up one of your best soldiers.” Laswell spoke, “But we need someone like her, able to-”

“Throw herself into the fight?” Alejandro cuts her off, “Laswell, just because she’s one of my best soldiers doesn’t mean I can control her. She has fire, lots of fire. You should’ve seen her when Garza was still around.”

“I know. I’ve read the reports. If she agrees then I’ll send someone to pick her up.”

“It was great hearing from you Laswell.”

“Right back at you Alejandro.”

That was about three years ago. You wanted a fresh start, away from Valeria and everything. The same day you left was the day those flowers appeared on your bed. You remember talking about black dahlias to Valeria, elegance and prosperity, something that reminded you of her. They were the same flowers you gifted her on her birthday.

“Oh (Y/n).” Valeria smiles, holding the flowers in her arms, “You shouldn’t have.”

“Oi! Bonnie! You alive?” Johnny waves his hand just inches away from your face. He sees you snap out, “You’re spacing out a lot more than usual.” Johnny helps you attach your radio.

“I’m alright.”

“You were in Las Almas before…” Johnny looks over to you.

“Get to the point, MacTavish.” You sigh.

“Care to show me around? You know, all the popular sighs, bars?”

You shake your head and laugh, “You’re a child.” You joke.

“Is that a yes?”

“Yes, it’s a yes MacTavish.” You laugh harder hearing Johnny cheer.

“We’re here.” Ghost interrupts the two of you, inside a military transport plane as the doors and ramp open up. You all walk out onto the base.

Alejandro walks up to you all, “Sergeant MacTavish!” Johnny and Alejandro shake hands.

“Call me Soap.”

Alejandro looks at Ghost, “Lieutenant… Laswell says they call you Ghost.”

“Actually, I believe he prefers to be-”

“That’ll do!”

Alejandro puts a hand on your shoulder, “Welcome back, (L/n). Are they treating you well?”

“You worry too much Vargas.”

“You’re still a Vaquero…” He turns around, “Welcome to the city of souls.” He leads you all to their convoy of jeeps.

“I’ve never been to Mexico.”

“This isn’t Mexico... This is Las Almas.”

“Shepherd’s contractors are inbound to reinforce. They’re bringing hardware, they’ll need room.”

“My base is your base.”

“Good. Now, where’s Hassan?”

“Cartel safe-house, ten clicks from here. Get in.”

You enter the lead jeep and Alejandro calls out to his men in the other jeeps. You were somewhat squished in between the two men.

“Rodolfo!” You happily shout, reaching over to pat his shoulder, “How have you been?”

“Welcome back, (Y/n). Everything would have been good if Alejandro was never-”

“Alejandro?” The two of you laugh.

Alejandro enters the jeep. Sergeant Major Rodolfo Parra is in the driver's seat and takes a quick glance at Ghost, “This is my second in command, Sergeant Major Rodolfo Parra.”

“Tengo miedo de los fantasmas.” (I’m afraid of ghosts.)

Alejandro smiles and looks over at Johnny, “You know Spanish?”

“No.”

“You will…”

“What is your reason?” Valeria looks at you confused, “I mean…” You hesitate, careful to not overstep, “Why did you join the military?”

“Why did you join the military?”

“At first it was the benefits… but now seeing the streets become corrupted by El Sin Nombre, I guess you could say I joined for the same reason as Alejandro and Rodolfo.” You tell her.

“So you’re like the rest of them.” Valeria mutters, “I joined because I was looked down on, I wanted to prove my family wrong.”

“I couldn’t even say I’m surprised.” You stand next Alejandro, looking down at Valeria who’s glaring at you, “Becoming a narco was one thing but taking his place was another, you were basically signing away your life.”

“You signed yours away when you stayed with them.” Valeria scoffs, “She knew from the start that I was one of them!”

“I know.” Alejandro retorts, “More like I had an idea, after (Y/n)’s injury and your disappearance at the same time, I had a good idea.”

“You men talk and talk, big words with little meaning behind them. The only one true to their word was none other than (Y/n), her loyalty and her many near death experiences because she protected me, who she was loyal to.”

“That was a long time ago.” You tell her, “People change.”

“But you shouldn’t! You swore to be loyal to me until the end of our time, we were supposed to be together but you chose them over me!” Valeria was pushed back down by Graves, “That’s not what loyalty is (Y/n)!”

“And you were supposed to be loyal to the army, not the narcos.” You march off with a huff, hearing Valeria begin to argue with Alejandro and Rodolfo.

You were angered at the sight of black dahlias sitting in your temporary room, more like your old room. It couldn’t have been from Valeria… you snatched them out of its vase and tossed them in the trash, disregarding the little note attached to the flowers. Valeria’s words stung, it hurt, and it felt like you have betrayed her. Yet no matter the times you’ve told yourself that Valeria betrayed you first didn’t help, it felt like it was making it worse.

But you couldn’t say you hated Valeria, even when you stood in the shipping container…

“You kept me waiting.” Valeria speaks, one leg over the other, arms crossed like she’s some kind of mother scolding her children, “You do know I’m not patient.”

“I hoped that would’ve changed, you do get annoying.” You talk back.

Valeria’s eyes narrow towards you, her glare hardening, “That’s right, laugh it up! I bet you’re enjoying this. Seeing me like this! Allowing you to see me completely!”

“How should I believe you are when you didn’t in the past? How can I believe that becoming a narco was the best thing that ever happened to you?”

“You were supposed to have faith in me.”

“There’s a difference between faith and loyalty.”

“Either way… You were supposed to be by my side, ruling over Las Almas together.” Valeria explains, “You were supposed to join me that day, talking my hand while we kiss in blood soaked land.” She stands and walks over to you, cupping your face, “I missed you, a lot… Don’t you feel it?”

“Oh yeah.” You sigh, “This is like my dream… My drug dealer ex tries to ruin my life, the tingles.”

“Ex?” Valeria asks.

“You could say.” Pushing her hands off you, “But I wouldn’t consider you if anyone asks.”

“You really are cruel.”

“It’s what you once liked. Like I said, people change.”

Valeria again cups your face, even when you slap them away, “I always loved that about you. I was afraid you were going to catch too much attention. I needed you to change to keep you safe.”

“Safe… I wasn’t safe the second they partnered me with you.”

“Don’t you say that.”

“Oh I’m gonna say it!” You push her away from you, “I was never safe, those days I put my life on the line for you, thinking that we could change Las Almas but in reality you were making it worse. I should have never-”

Valeria covers your mouth, “Don’t say another word…” She moves her hand off your mouth and holds you tightly, “I know I’ve done things, terrible things that cannot be excused but they were mainly for you. I became what I am not because of respect but for you to love me. I love you, (Y/n), no matter what places we are in.”

“The damage is done…” You mumble.

“Then let me give you this before you go.” Valeria pulls back and kisses you softly, then she pulls away, “I love you.”

© Intoxicated-Chan, I do not allow my work to be copied, translated, modified, adapted, or put on any other platform without permission.

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[hellfireclubmember]

Deal

warning(s): cursing

genre: fluff, frenemies, just fun

pairing(s): steve harrington x reader

summary: reader and steve make a bet at work and robin can't keep a secret to save her life.

*this gif has nothing to do w the story, he just looks so good*

“Where’s Robin, asshat?” You asked, putting your bag under the wooden counter at Family Video. It was 6 o’clock and the sun had officially set about 20 minutes before you walked in. Closing shift was your favorite, even if you did have to stay until midnight.

Steve scoffed. “Aren’t you just a ray of sunshine?” He watched as you walked around the counter and to the cart of returned tapes. There was a pause as he admired you. You were wearing blue flared jeans and a flimsy band t-shirt under your green vest. And although it was a simple ensemble, Steve thought that no one had ever worn anything prettier. “She wasn’t feeling well, asked me to cover her shift.”

You let out a deep sigh. It wasn’t that you hated your shifts with Steve, he was just mildly annoying. He never lets you do your job in peace. Always making irritating comments, rearranging everything you organized and claiming it looked better the way he did it. It made you want to wring his neck. In a friendly way.

You started grabbing the tapes, taking note of the ones you would take with you at the end of your shift. “Great, hope she chokes on her vomit.” You grumbled without looking back up at him.

Steve shook his head, trying his best to silently laugh. He had made it his mission to not let you know you’re funny. He failed most of the time.

“You messed up the candy display, by the way.” Steve watched you lift your head to look at him. He couldn’t fight the smirk that found its way onto his lips. No one looked as pretty as you all angry. “Don’t worry, I fixed it. You’re very welcome.”

The glare you fixed him with was intense. You knew it was going to be a long shift.

-

After hours of bickering and occasionally shoving each other out of the way, it was finally time to clock out and close up.

“This t-shirt is cute and everything but you should wear some sort of sweater tomorrow.” He placed his time-card back on the stand with the rest. “It’s gonna be cold in the morning.”

You rolled your eyes. “And you’re basing this on what exactly?”

“Robert from channel 4.”

“Are you kidding?” You snorted and turned around to look at him. He was a lot closer than you were expecting. In such close proximity you could smell his cologne. You had never thought about how good Steve smelled. Or how nice his skin was. Obviously, you knew the man was attractive. Steve was rather pretty. So much so that being that close to him was making your face warm.

 You cleared your throat and took a step back. “Robert from channel 4 has been wrong 9 out of 10 times.” You both walked out of Family Video, Steve locked the door behind you. “Its literally about 75 degrees (Fahrenheit) right now, how cold can it get in a few hours?”

“I bet that when we clock in tomorrow, it’ll be freezing.” He said, following you to the parking lot. “I believe in Rob.”

“Well, someone has to.” You reached for the car handle of your Volkswagen. The night was a little brisk but there was no way the temperature would drop so drastically. “But I’ll take that bet, jerk face.”

Steve chuckled. You were too stubborn for your own good. A characteristic he usually found intolerable. Case in point, Dustin Henderson. However, for some reason, he found it kind of charming on you. As infuriating as you were, he liked all your annoying quirks. And there were many.

“Alright, short stack. But don’t come running to me when you’re shivering in your shirt.”

“I’m betting five dollars that I will be able to easily wear a short sleeve.” You challenged. It was your favorite thing to do. Every time you were given the opportunity to wager against Steve, you took it. The look on his handsome face whenever he lost was very rewarding.

“Deal.”

-

You sat on the stool in the video store and wished you had the ability to smite Steve Harrington.

“You’re looking a little cold.” Steve’s arrogant face came into your line of sight. You were, in fact, a little cold, but there was no way in hell you were going to admit defeat to the smug son of a bitch.  You would sooner die of hypothermia.

“I’ve never been warmer actually.” You brought your hands out from under your thighs. An action you immediately regretted. Not only because it was the only thing keeping your hands warm, but because you could not stop them from shaking. The frown on your face was evidence of the hatred you harbored for the dumb, pretty boy trying to bait you.

“Yeah, you look it.” He walked away. In that very moment your stubbornness wasn’t charming, it was concerning. You were visibly shivering. Your lips were almost blue. As much as he enjoyed being right, he hated how miserable you looked.

“Hello my imprisoned friends.” Robin burst through the door of Family Video. She liked to visit the store when she had the day off, she would pretend to be a customer and then never rent a thing. Taking immense pleasure in finally being on the other end of the annoying customer interaction.

She walked up to the counter where you sat shivering.

“Hello, traitor. I thought you were deathly ill.” You glowered at the clearly healthy girl.

“I’m better now.” She mumbled, avoiding eye contact. It was clear she was lying. Robin was never very good at it. She would get really quiet, something that for her was very out of character.

“Liar. Why would you call out sick? You questioned. “Do you hate me that much?”

She sighed. “I don’t hate you. (y/n).” Robin began to look around the fluorescent lit store, making sure that Steve was not in ear shot. “Okay, you wanna know the truth?”

“Yes, the lie sucks.”

“Steve begged me to call in sick. Even bribed me.” She whispered, still very cautious about who was around. If Steve heard her confess that to you, she would have to become very familiar with the sidewalk again. He would never give her a ride anywhere again. “He wanted to spend more time with you.”

“This lie sucks even more.” You rolled your eyes at her. There was no reality where that was the actual reason for her bailing. Steve hated you, why would he want to spend more time than was required?

“I’m being serious, moron. You are quite literally the only one that can’t see how much dingus like you.” Robin was fed up with you both. All the bickering and teasing, it was sickening how obvious you both were. She didn’t think anyone could be emotionally dumber than Steve, yet there you were. Completely oblivious to your own feelings.

There was confusion painted thick on your face. Did Steve like you? How could Steve Harrington like you? It sounded like a prank. Like those dumb jokes the asshole kids at school made. Before you could continue to think about it you felt something fall on your head. Something soft.

“I admit defeat, you win. Just please put on my jacket, you’re about to freeze solid.” Steve grabbed your hands and tried to warm them with his own. A soft smile on his perfect pink lips. “And as annoying as you are, I would hate that.”

You were frozen on the spot, even after he walked away. His jacket still balanced on your head. You could feel your heart beating erratically in your chest. When you looked back at Robin, the look on her face alone said ‘I told you so’. Steve and her really were best friends, they had both mastered that exact look.  

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[duskpeak]

What it’s like to hold/hug them

(note: I am American so I use Fahrenheit, I’d put the Celsius number too but I’m just slapping this down as I think of it and I don’t feel like googling it)

Slight NSFW mention for Zoro

Ace

Oh boy, look, Ace ran hot even before his devil fruit he’s that one friend that is never cold when everyone else is and sweats in 65 degree weather. Wears shorts in winter, unless hell is literally freezing over you will not catch this man in pants (in an au you’d only find him in pants in summer because all three of them, for whatever ungodly reason like the house/apartment as cold as the air conditioner will make it). I was gonna keep going but this is about hugging them so anyway my point is this man is fucking hot all the time. He is your free personal heater in the cold months or on winter islands. Your pass to never need a blanket again. But he is also the bane of your existence, I’ve seen some fics where he can cool himself down but I disagree, at most he can only get himself to MAYBE a little below his pre devil fruit standard temp. The only good thing is no matter what he doesn’t sweat from heat, training? sure, goofing off on deck? why not, but no matter how hot it is outside you will never get a sweaty hug because it was hot outside. Before he got his devil fruit you might as well just dunk him in water because oh my god he sweats so much, don’t touch his hair, just don’t please. 8/10 before his df 10/10 after he gets his df

Luffy

Look guys I know y’all want to think all the ASL brothers are just naturally warm but listen you’re not exactly wrong but your not right either. Luffy, being rubber absorbs and releases heat quite quickly so his temperature heavily depends on the temperature of the room or area you guys are at. Generally he’s nice and warm though, he pretty much spends the whole day lounging in the sun so yeah I wouldn’t suggest touching him if it’s anything above 85 degrees just give him a few minutes to cool down. If it’s not direct skin contact I’d say go ahead, though if it is a hot day it might be a little too warm. On the other hand we’ve seen Luffy not realize he’s cold because he’s so excited but he actually gets colder way faster than everyone else. Winter islands are the worst for him, he doesn’t think of it that way but once he loses whatever heat he had his temperature just keeps dropping so it’s imperative you make sure he’s wearing something warm or at least are there to warm him up. Speaking of which warming him up is your perfect excuse to hold him not that you need one but sometimes it’s necessary in order to save your skin from the teasing from the rest of the crew. Aside from the temperature thing Luffy, despite being rubber never feels stiff in his hugs, that is, until he wraps an arm or leg around you which interestingly enough only feels that way until he’s done stretching. You can’t really figure that one out but it’s better you don’t think about it too much. Anyway holding/hugging Luffy is generally a very comforting experience even when he’s too hot or cold(then he puts his hands up your shirt wether you scream or not he still gets smacked by Sanji/Nami) 9/10 I would def get daily hugs from this man.

Zoro

Look guys even before timeskip Zoro is comfy to hug, they’re big, all encompassing, and feel safe. He can tell you all he wants that he doesn’t like hugs but he does, just maybe not infront of anyone else. Zoro runs pretty hot but not enough so that hes sweating for anything over 65 like Ace is, he gets hot quickly when doing any kind of physical activity but otherwise he’s got a completely normal body temp. Don’t even get me started on this man’s tits OH MY GOD they’re literally the perfect headrest, do not ever tell him this though he won’t let you touch him for at least a week if it’s just you guys but if it’s around everyone else it could last up to a month. (Actually it’s because once he thinks about it more he gets horny and embarrassed that you think that about his tits so he avoids you). 7/10 this man is STIFF until he gets used to hugging you after which it goes to a solid 10/10

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[mariaofdoranelle]

Catastrophic Blues - part 2

Part 1

Written for @sjmromanceweek

Prompt: Free Day

Welcome to my part 2!! And probably last. It took me so long to find these two a decent closure, now I wrote it in one day and I feel eMpTy

Warnings: language and innuendos?

Words: 2,3k

Aelin’s hurried footsteps were barely audible on the bustling airport, while the umpteenth last call for her flight to Suria blasted through the speakers. A few aimless passengers curiously watched her, a reminder that this scene would be a lot prettier if she stopped skipping cardio at the gym.

In her defense, the bookstore was too far from her gate, and you can’t rush finding the perfect rom-com.

At her designated gate, Aelin was one of the very few last to arrive. She held her pillow and bag close, rushing through the straight corridor of the airplane. Not minding the passengers staring at her, but trying to ignore a very specific one that followed her with his gaze the entire time.

When Aelin finally found her seat, she didn’t even find time for her muscles to settle before he said, “Still running on your own time zone, I see.”

His deep voice was always quick to soothe her, but this time it brought back a wave of melancholy that haunted her days, way too persistent in comparison to her previous heartbreaks.

“I thought you weren’t coming anymore.” Aelin shouldn’t pry, but she couldn’t help herself. Rowan did say he would still go on the trip with her, but that was before his new relationship. “I’m surprised Lyria let you.”

“She didn’t. We broke up.”

“Oh.” This was unexpected, given Lyria’s annoying loving posts on Instagram.

“We really did.”

“I’m finding it hard to believe you.”

“You should.” Rowan had this boyish grin on, it was hard to believe he was talking about his latest ex.

“Of course.” Fuck, this is awkward. “I’m sorry,” she lied.

“Don’t be. Lyria was… you know—”

“I don’t. Please don’t enlighten me.”

“Fair enough.” He slugged into the airplane seat that was almost too small for his frame, and the lightness of his expression had faded away by now. “I just realized that this trip meant more to me than her.”

“Because of the money we wasted, you mean?”

Rowan furrowed his brows, his gaze unfocused when he said, “Something like that.”

“Wow.” Aiming for levity, she chuckled. “Now it kinda feels like I dodged a bullet.” Well, he did just say that he’d rather lose the girlfriend than waste the money. Aelin had to keep things light to survive this trip.

However, he didn’t seem to find it as funny. “No. Actually—“

“What’s the itinerary again?” She asked, desperate to change the subject from his love life.

Of course, Rowan had a copy of their entire trip plan on his phone. They’d arrive at the hotel too late to explore Suria, but tomorrow they’d have a—

Aelin snatched the phone from Rowan’s hand, zooming in the details of the excursion.

“Did you book us in a tour for seniors?”

“You said you wanted to relax.” He took his phone back. “There’s no tour calmer than one made for the elderly.”

˜˜

“I’M BURNING THROUGH THE SKY, YEAH!” A chorus of the nicest old people Aelin had ever met sang in the small bus, still bursting with energy after several hours of touristing in Suria.

Emrys, the tour guide, had a guitar to entertain everyone during the longer stretches inside the bus, while his husband drove and sang along with them. Most of the passengers were either clapping to the rhythm of the song—which was Rowan’s choice of participation—or singing their lungs out, like Aelin when she put her hands around her mouth to shout, “200 DEGREES, THAT’S WHY THEY CALL ME MR. FAHRENHEIT!”

The initial goal of this trip had been relaxation, but her active little tour group had been a small blessing today.

Rowan paid for a small, extra bed in their room, but last night and this morning were still uncomfortable. Sharing a room and being this close left a hollowing type of ache inside her, but taking a bath after him just to start the day with the smell of his cologne and shaving cream completely ruined her mood for breakfast.

But now, between the tour and singing and assisting cute old people with their phones, Aelin and Rowan didn’t have the time to be awkward around each other.

Or worse, they were easily falling into an old, comfortable rhythm.

The tour’s last stop was on a closed street for pedestrians. The tourists were eager to get off the bus and join the lively street, filled with shops, restaurants, and street artists trying to be louder than the pedestrians’ chatter. Outside, the smell of fried street food lured Aelin like a magnet, but Rowan watched their new acquaintances disappear into the crowd with a surprised grin.

The hand he kept on her back while descending the bus’ small corridor slid to her hip outside, and he whispered on her ear, “I think we are the elderly ones.”

His breath fanning against the shell of her ear sent a shiver down her spine, and by the way his hand tightened around her hipbone, he noticed it too.

“We?” Aelin shrieked, forcing a smile despite the heat on her cheeks. “Buzzard, I’m going dancing with Emrys right now.”

Aelin scurried away, her back already to Rowan when she realized the ease in which Rowan’s old nickname fell from her lips and cringed. It’d only be weirder if she returned to take it back.

Emrys was swaying alone in a small crowd around a saxophonist, and Aelin was quick to join him. The man knew how to lead a dance, and he led her so well her mind wandered back to Rowan.

Turns out she was a lot less over him than she thought. Big fucking deal, Aelin just needed to keep in mind that they broke up for a reason. A jazz version of some trendy pop music blasted behind them, and Emrys twirled her in a way that flared her long green skirt, making her laugh despite feeling conflicted.

She doubted Rowan would want her back after all this time, especially since his breakup with Lyria was so new. But in the few glimpses she took, he watched her every move, leaned against a streetlight, arms crossed with a knowing grin on. When the song ended, Emrys hugged Aelin and smiled at someone behind her.

“You looked like you wanted your girl back,” the old man said to Rowan’s approaching figure.

He just nodded and said his goodbyes before leading Aelin away, a hand on her waist.

Rowan was onto something, he had to be.

His thumb went up and down in unsettling strokes on her waist while they quietly strolled down the street, his arm around her wiring her every nerve. Aelin feigned interest in the boulevard as she tried to slow her breathing. This was a low blow after two months swatting away memories of his bulky arms nestling her, picking her up, yanking her down.

“Where am I buying you dinner?” Rowan asked against her ear yet again, giving her another shiver.

This was getting ridiculous. It had to be intentional.

“Here.” Aelin pointed at a street vendor nearby, heart racing. He wanted to snuck her into a closed, dark place and buy her fancy food? Nuh-uh. Not today.

The break-up happened for a reason, Aelin reminded herself, though it was hard to remember which reason was that. No matter how many times she said it to her mirror.

Undeterred, Rowan found them a bench near the vendor and joined the small line by the cart. With both hands on his pockets, he sent her a small smile, eyes crinkling as if waiting there to buy his ex food was the highlight of his day.

Aelin looked away. This is a trip with his ex he forced himself to go because of the money already spent. No need to overthink what she already overthought two months ago, it wasn’t relevant if her feelings changed or not.

As her treatment worked and Aelin realized she ended a permanent thing because of a temporary situation, the gaping hole in her chest opened further and further, almost swallowing her whole.

But everything was already said and done, no going back now.

Besides, Rowan’s probably over her by now. Maybe he just wants ass and thinks that what happens in Suria stays in Suria. That’s… highly unlike him, but he’s still a man, and that’s what Aelin needs to tell herself to get through this evening.

He sat beside her sooner than expected, coming back with pan-fried trout.

Aelin pouted. “You know I don’t eat fish.”

“Give it a try.”

“What happened to good old french fries?”

“Come on.” He playfully elbowed her. “I’ll get your fries if you at least try.”

She sighed, frowning at the trout. It did look perfectly edible and crispy. She held one and carefully inspected it before taking a bite. After breaking the delicious fried crust, Aelin tasted the most tender and moist flesh, the flavor of butter and herbs exploding inside her mouth.

“That good, huh?” Rowan teased, making her realize that she was practically orgasming next to him.

“You should’ve bought the fries. Now you’re going bankrupt with all the trout I’ll make you buy.”

He didn’t seem to mind, so they silently ate together, only making scarce comments about passers-by—and their dogs, in Aelin’s case. She ate her entire fish, then snuck bites of Rowan’s, to his snarling dismay.

He grabbed one of the vendor’s cheap, thin napkins. “Here, you have a…” Rowan slid it against her lower lip, sending her heart racing. Once done, he still cupped her face and brushed his thumb against her chin, then he smiled. “I think smudged red lipstick might be your best look.”

Aelin’s face faltered. “I think…” She added some distance between them and crossed her arms, feeling mad for him making her feel things she worked long and hard to suppress. “I think you’re using your lowest weapons, and I think it’s not fair.”

Rowan had the gall to cock his head and smirk. “I haven’t even tried using my lowest weapon yet.”

She got up. They were too close, her chest was too fluttery, and… no. She did it for him, and it was a little upsetting if Rowan didn’t recognize that, especially after she worked so hard to not rebel against her own decision.

“Aelin.” He followed her, hot on her heels no matter how much she tried to distance herself, on the crowded main street and then into a quieter side one. “Talk to me.”

She paused, taking deep breaths with her heart still racing, and Rowan knew better than to get nearer right now. “What’re you trying to do?”

“Win you back,” he said, plain and simple.

“Because we’re traveling together and sharing a room corrupted your thoughts?”

“No,” Rowan trailed, looking as if he couldn’t believe he had to explain something so obvious. “Because you broke up with me, but your reasons never convinced me.”

Her eyes narrowed at him, full of disbelief. “Was I supposed to think that while you dated Lyria?”

“Lyria was—“ He huffed. “You know—“

“You won’t get any points if you belittle her or—“

“I’m not trying to do that!” Rowan ran a hand through his hair, looking away for a second to gather his thoughts. “Look, I liked Lyria. She was nice. I only got serious with her because she’s someone I could see myself falling for.” Rowan swallowed, his pine-green eyes boring into her soul as he continued, “But it’s fucking impossible to do that if I’m still in love with you.”

Aelin crossed her arms, looking away and blinking hard so she wouldn’t lose control of her emotions. “You’re not.”

“Seriously?”

She glared at him.

“I love you. Is that what you don’t wanna hear?”

Aelin took a deep breath and sat on the sidewalk curb, not caring about the cute skirt she bought in his favorite color a million years ago. She’d prepared for his hatred. Indifference. Even a hookup, worst-case scenario.

She did not prepare for Rowan still having feelings for her.

He sat by her side, eyes vacant. “Look, you were going through a hard time and I was worried. But you can’t stop me from worrying, and when shit escalates, my worrying does too.”

“I’m still fucked in the head—progressively better, but the trip’s kinda making me forget about it—I just think you’re happier without me.”

“I’m at my happiest when I’m with you.” Rowan sighed, looking up now. “In a relationship, we’re supposed to go through shit together. Not to break up because things are hard, let alone to spare me. Spare me from what?”

“I’m trying so hard not to disagree with my own decision.”

“Then don’t.” He put his hand above hers on the sidewalk, tentative. “Take me back.”

Aelin tried to swallow the thickness in her throat while she fought her own instincts. Trying to distance herself from the memory of Rowan is one thing, but she was too weak to hear him out like this. Besides, he did have a good argument. It kinda added to the little voice in her head saying she ended a perfectly good relationship because of one bump in the road.

“I’m still in love with you too,” she confessed, the words hanging in the air with no closure to them, just that raw feeling.

Rowan reached for the side of her face, his hand slowly cupping her jaw. He stroked it with his thumb, his eyes looking for an answer in hers.

She silently gave it to him.

They hesitantly grew closer, her eyes half-lidded as Rowan grew bolder with her melting in his arms, until he lost patience and took her lips.

Aelin’s body relaxed when he washed her away with the familiarity of his mouth on her, and she had to break the kiss for a second to smile. This dopamine rush he spontaneously gave her was greater than any antidepressant and, right now, the one thing she felt in her bones was that she wouldn’t let go.

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[smidgen-of-hotboy]

Our Angel of Brahma, pt. v

Sorry not sorry.

@ceaseless-watchers-special-girl @ananxiousgenz @the-private-eye @demonic-panini @gwenlena

SOUND: COMMS BEEPS. RECORDING BEGINS. (MUFFLED SNIFFLING) BAIRD (REVOLUTIONARY): It’s been– ten years. A decade. And I thought I was over it by now. I thought I was past this. I– I didn’t even cry this much last year over my dad. Fucking hell… I didn’t even cry over my mom!  SOUND: FIST BANGING AGAINST TABLE. BAIRD (REVOLUTIONARY): I love my mom. I love her so much, but I forgot about what she did for me. I forgot about feeling sad for her… (BIG SNIFFLE) We have not seen our Angel of Brahma, for fifteen years. It has been fifteen years, and I am still waiting for my mom to come home. I am still waiting to bury my dead.  It’s been ten years, and I’m still waiting to bury you, Charlie. There’s nothing left of your old life. I tried looking for something, anything, but I kept coming up empty-handed. I miss your Mom’s cooking, and I miss your Dad’s jokes. I miss your baby sister’s chubby little cheeks, and I miss– (BAIRD COUGHS) I miss singing for you. I’m still singing but what good is it if the only person I wanted to let hear me isn’t around? Can’t be here?  SOUND: KNOCKING ON DOOR. HINGES CREAK. HUSHED VOICE.  BAIRD (REVOLUTIONARY): Get out! SOUND: METAL CAN HITTING DOOR. DOOR SLAMMING SHUT.  (BAIRD HUFFING) BAIRD (REVOLUTIONARY): Fuck. Iris is going to kill me later. Heh– maybe it’s for the best… You wouldn’t want me talking like that.  (BAIRD CLEARING HIS THROAT) Last week on Brahma: Josie’s girls saved up enough creds from doing their little odd jobs around the block to barter for chocolate from a Constable. Josie found out, and she was livid. The girls gave me their chocolate and wished me a happy birthday.  This week on Brahma: I have not celebrated my birthday in ten years. I forgot I even had one. It has been ten years since we lost you, Charlie. Josie’s girls are grounded for another week. Talia is counting on me to help organize the next community meeting. We’ve heard rumors from the Constables about expansion plans to New Kinshasa. But we’ve also heard rumors that they’ve caught the Angel. I don’t wanna believe it, but…  (BAIRD SIGHS) I’m not going to.  I miss you, Charlie. I miss my mom and dad. I miss Hank’s dog. I miss Mrs. Darius… And I miss you. There’s so much I miss but if I could have just one more day with you, one more adventure, one last kiss, one final goodbye– I’d give up anything in a heartbeat. I’d lose my voice if it meant you would scream at me again like I was sixteen, trying to get involved with Talia in the revolution with our “book club”.  (SNORT) If only you could see me now… I gotta go, Charlie. Promise me you’ll be waiting for me on the other side. SOUND: COMMS BEEPS. RECORDING ENDS.

(CALYPSO HICCUPS AND BLOWS HER NOSE)

- Baird was 16 when he started his “book club” with Talia. Their first “reading” was Fahrenheit 451. There are no libraries left on Brahma (TRUE). Baird mentions a “community meeting”. The book club was a cover up (and Charlie got mad? Why?) 

- He was 16 when Josie’s twins were born (SIDE NOTE: they would be about 10 at the time of recording). 16 when Hank’s dog died and Mrs. Darius was diagnosed with radiation poisoning. 

- 16+10= 26? Baird is/about 26(?) at time of recording

- 26-15= 11? Baird was/about 11(?) when Peter Nureyev threatened the G.A.S., and Baird’s mom “vanished” overnight

- 26-1= 25-10= 15, Baird was/about 15(?) when Dad was beaten, taken, and presumably killed by the Constables? 

- Who is Iris? Another neighbor/community member? Why would they come into the place Baird’s at so nonchalantly? 

- CHOCOLATE AGAIN! It likely did come from New Kinshasa back when Baird agreed to sing for Charlie. 

- Baird didn’t expect to have such big emotions over Charlie. What did happen to Charlie? Presumably dead? Why? Did they both get caught up in the revolution? Must be what happened to Baird’s parents now happening to them. What happened to Charlie’s family? Also presumably dead? (SIDE NOTE: Frannie says there’s a way to trace older recordings, but it would take her a long time and cost me more creds than I have right now. Is it worth it? She also did not like me mentioning Dark Matters. Something about her friend getting caught up in that mess 3 to 4 years ago because she became a pirate?? Unclear what this means. But she did say that if I waited a bit I would get a nice juicy email with all the information about every single Baird in the galaxy, all I needed to give her was a rough age range.)

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[tiffyfoundsomething]

Doll Hair Repair Tools

Updated Jan 05 2024 (because I got a new flat iron and I’m excited!!!!)

For a while, there, I was using this Conair flat iron (you can see when I bought it):

It’s here: https://amzn.to/3tL8Qtt

This one has 30 heat settings, though it doesn’t tell you what they are, exactly. They’re just labeled 1-30.

Kanekalon - 1

Nylon - 10 through about 15

Polypropylene - 10 through about 15

Foil and plastic tinsel - 1 to 10, choose whichever matches the hair fiber

Saran - 5 - 10

Brushed acrylic yarn - I know I have used this to flatten brushed acrylic but I don’t remember what setting it was on. You’d have to start at 1 and work your way up to figure it out, but it’s doable with this iron.

It was ok, but I found it difficult to get close to the scalp on a lot of dolls and ponies with my flea comb, which gives the smoothest flattening. The Conair also had a problem where the plates only really touched each other at the very tip, and that’s not very useful, honestly. It’s difficult to get a good flattening unless you’re committed to doing 1/4th inch sections at a time.

I started seeing really narrow flat irons on Instagram, and went looking for one to try.

I found this one:

Now this one, which is here:  https://amzn.to/3S7jLqA

I am so impressed!!!!!

It tells you the actual temp (in Fahrenheit; important to know), but not only does it show you the temp you’ve set it to, it shows the temp it actually is! You can watch it count up as it heats up! That’s super handy and makes it easier to know if it’s malfunctioning.

it also beeps at you when it’s ready.

It’s lowest temp is 120F which is far too cool to even do anything to Kanekalon, meaning this flat iron works for many 80′s and 90′s Barbies that are otherwise difficult to smooth out without melting their hair. I haven’t tested, yet, whether it’ll work on Creata hair without melting it.

I found 200 is right around when I could feel the hair starting to stick to the plates, so for Kanekalon I recommend 190 and no higher than 200.

For nylon, 250 is where it started to feel a little sticky, so 240 to 250 is about as high as you’d want to go. Nylon is pretty hardy and may tolerate a slightly higher temp. Go higher at your own risk.

Polypropylene needs a temp right about where Nylon is but I didn’t test it to find out the exact right setting.

Regardless of which flat iron you’re using, remember to wash and condition the hair first, to get the best results.

Ironing damp hair works best, but you don’t want it dripping wet. Dripping wet hair can result in boiling hot drops in your lap, or water getting into the flat iron and causing an electrical short. Towel the hair off, first.

To get the smoothest hair with the flat iron, I use a handled, metal flea comb to lead the iron.

https://amzn.to/3S5ICv6

You do want metal tines. They aren’t going to snag on or tear the individual hair fibers the way plastic tines can. Though avoid any metal combs that are punched from a sheet rather than made of individual wires. Those will destroy everything with their sharp edges

This comb having a handle lets me keep my hands away from the heating elements on the flat iron without needing to wear heat-resistant gloves.

These dog combs are excellent for detangling prior to making your final passes with the flea comb.

https://amzn.to/41UpX8U

The wire tines are smooth and gentle with hair, but it is also unyeilding so you do have to be cautious that you’re not ripping or tearing through tangles.

If you have a lot of knots that are difficult to remove, try a cat slicker brush.

https://amzn.to/47mw4DT

Again, the wires are metal and won’t shred your hair fiber. Using a cat slicker over tangled hair will make an awful noise, but that noise isn’t the hair tearing like it would be with the metal combs above, it’s the sound of the wires being pulled back and then springing up again.

A slicker brush yields to the tangles a bit and doesn’t pull.

You do have to be careful with a slicker, though, because the wire bristles are very fine and will stab you.

I do work with older Barbies sometimes, and sometimes they have Kanekalon hair that’s supposed to be crimped. Kanekalon can’t take much heat and melts easily, so again, you need a variable temp tool.

This multi tool works:  https://amzn.to/3S5aT4W

I haven’t tried using it to flat iron because it’s rather wide, but I have successfully recrimped Kanekalon on the lowest heat setting, and nylon on the second or third setting.

You can see that this crimper combo tool is the same brand as the new flat iron mentioned above, but I think this one is in Celsius. I’m not 100% on that.

I do NOT gate-keep tools or supplies so if you have any questions, let me know.

#doll hair #doll repair #affiliate links

[leclerced]

Ok ok but hear me out. Angel is obssesed with Lando and Oscar but if one person can catch her eye is Seb.

We all know that Seb and Lewis are friends and him and Charles used to be teamates and ofc Angel and them are really close so they can introduce her to him and when girly sees him she is just stunned because who is that man and why is he so handsome?

totes brainrotted oopsies idek if this is good i just saw seb.

we’ve talked about how she’s not interested in anyone else unless they’re complimenting her in some way but imagine her meeting him in suzuka ?? he’s being such a grid dad to everyone and he’s got her attention captured even before they’ve met, but even moreso after he makes his way over and introduces himself. he’s joking with mark on his watch over. lando and oscar notice her staring and tease her for it, saying she already has two boyfriends, why does she look like she wants a third?? and she’s telling them to shut up because he’s coming over!!

seb is telling them about his project and the plans for it and he notices her staring while he’s talking about bees and jokes, “you like bees?” because she’s a genius and she talks when she’s nervous, she starts spouting bee facts. she’s like “oh yeah i do! did you know that when a hornet invades the hive of the asian honeybee, hundreds of bees swarm it and create what’s called a heat ball? asian honey bees can withstand a heat up to 118 degrees fahrenheit and the hornet can only withstand up to 115 degrees fahrenheit so they heat it up to 117 degrees and literally cook the hornet alive.” and seb is staring in shock, because he certainly did not know that asian honeybees literally cook invaders alive. he jokes, “is that your way of flirting?”

she feels herself burn alive from the inside out, oscar’s laughing and rubbing her back because he enjoys watching her squirm. lando’s just like “no she just reads science articles all day. it’s kind of her thing. ask her about anything.” and then seb gets a kick out of asking her about obscure topics and having her recount and article she once read, a wikipedia rabbit hole she went down, all while blushing and trying her best not to fawn over him for some unknown reason. she’s never felt that way about anyone but oscar and lando so she’s just thinking about how pretty she is while she recites facts she memorized for him, and he’s telling her how impressive it is and she’s blushing more and spouting more facts because she doesn’t know what else she should say. i almost wanna say seb calls her a good girl but if he did that i think she would short circuit because that’s what oscar and lando call her in bed.

when they’re back at the hotel alone, she’s a little irritated because she feels like she embarrassed herself, like she just went into a daze when he came over and she can barely remember anything other than how pretty he was. she can’t even remember what she said to him specifically, she remembers everything he said to her but she was just blabbering facts her knew on autopilot. then oscar’s saying seb told him she’s the most endearing person he’s ever met and she’s like “i don’t know whats wrong with me but i can’t stop thinking about him. no offense. don’t say he likes me because it does something to me.”

oscar asks what she means and she can’t answer so he takes a wild guess and asks, “angel, do you wanna fuck seb?” and she’s so embarrassed because that thought hadn’t occurred to her once. she just kept thinking he’s attractive, how much she liked his voice and his eyes and his hands and how attentive he was even though he probably had things to go do for the bees. even his bee project apparently turned her on whens he thought about it now.

as soon as the words leave oscar’s mouth she’s hit by the realization that that’s exactly what’s gotten her all wound up but she’d never wanted anyone else like that, just them, so it confuses her. then once she realizes thats it, she feels bad. and then they’re encouraging it and teasing her, asking what about seb got her so wet. she’s frozen underneath them as they taunt her, asking if it was him calling her smart, his pretty eyes. she could never look seb in the eyes again because they would absolutely ruin her, constantly telling her to imagine it’s seb touching her, tasting her, fucking her. she wouldn’t be able to look at him or hear his name without imagining those things.

#ask #anon #angel au

[would-this-pokemon-be-a-friend]

Have you done Numel yet? Love me a Numel

Tragically, a numel would not make a very good pet for anyone, unless they are specially equipped to care for destructive fire or ground/type pokémon.

By all appearances, numels are great companions. While a little on the heavier side they’re certainly not too big to be a house pet. They have a great temperament too: they’re not particularly violent, and have a long-standing track record of living alongside humans due to their historical role as working partners (Emerald). They are known to be… well… not the brightest. The pokédex describes numels as “extremely dull witted” to the point of not even registering when they’re being attacked (Ruby). While this does mean that a numel won’t be the most clever of pets, it also means that they are less likely to act defensively if they feel threatened or scared, since they don’t really react to threats.

The problem with numels comes in their destructive capabilities. Looking at their move pool, we see a lot of moves that carry heavy point penalties in the algorithm, be it fire-type moves that could easily starts a fire like Incinerate or ground-type moves that could level a home like Earthquake. This is a pokémon with a natural supply of liquid magma as hot as 2,200 degrees Fahrenheit stored in their hump that they can use to become a living flamethrower on a whim (Sapphire, HeartGold/SoulSilver). Numels are strong too, being said to be able to lift as much as 220 pounds on their back, a load over four times heavier than themself (Emerald). Like I said earlier, the chances that a numel becomes aggressive are slim to none. However, the species’ dull-witted nature could potentially make them more difficult to train in order to prevent these abilities from being used. Accidents happen, and in the case of numels those accidents could be catastrophic.

Numels are adorable and the perfect size, but their inherent destructive capabilities tank their score to earn them an F rank. I could only recommend a numel to someone who is very experienced with handling pokémon with these capabilities in a safe and responsible manner, which is something the average pet owner is not going to be able to manage.

#pokémon #pokemon #numel #pkmn irl #PR-F

[fyreflys]

I’ve been talking non stop about it on Twitter & in my discord servers but it hasn’t spewed over here yet which is honestly shocking BUT I watched the Elvis biopic movie like a week ago & now my brain is obsessed with Elvis Presley. This is one of those examples of “you don’t choose the hyperfixation, the hyperfixation chooses you”. Like I can’t stop thinking about Elvis Presley I’ve been listening to his hit songs on repeat for the past week. Like constantly. I’d be shocked if this guy isn’t in my Spotify wrapped at the end of the year. I’ve even started watching the movies he’s in. I just watched King Creole. I’m watching Flaming Star tomorrow. I have a SCHEDULE. GOD HELP ME

But also can we talk about how different his life & career success would have looked like without Colonel Parker- OK ILL STOP ILL STOP

Jk I won’t this is just gonna be my designated Elvis Brainrott Post so I don’t flood my page with Elvis nonsense. I’ll just keep editing & adding to this post instead 🙃

My Elvis playlist: (major [I’m biased on some] hits in order of when they were released - it runs perfectly at an hour long which is too satisfying so now I can’t add or remove songs I’m stuck at this 23 song set up)

That’s All Right \\ Baby, Let’s Play House \\ Blue Suede Shoes \\ Heartbreak Hotel \\ Hound Dog \\ Don’t Be Cruel \\ Love Me Tender \\ All Shook Up \\ Jailhouse Rock \\ Trouble \\ Fever \\ It’s Now or Never \\ I’m Coming Home \\ Can’t Help Falling in Love \\ (You’re The) Devil in Disguise \\ Viva Las Vegas \\ A Little Less Conversation \\ If I Can Dream \\ In the Ghetto \\ Suspicious Minds \\ Always On My Mind \\ Burning Love \\ Unchained Melody

Also a list of my favorite lines/verses in these songs (bc some of the lyrics are so funny &/or very good):

“Drink my liquor from an old-fruit jar” (Blue Suede Shoes)

“I'm itchin' like a man on a fuzzy tree // My friends say I'm actin' wild as a bug”, “Her lips are like a Volcano that’s hot” (All Shook Up)

“Spider Murphy played the tenor saxophone // Little Joe was blowin' on the slide trombone // The drummer boy from Illinois went crash, boom, bang // The whole rhythm section was a purple gang” , “The warden said, ‘Hey, buddy, don't you be no square //If you can't find a partner, use a wooden chair’” (Jailhouse Rock)

“But if you're gonna start a rumble, don't you try it all alone” (Trouble)

“Thou givest fever when we kisseth // fever with thy flaming youth” , “Cats were born to give chicks fever // Be it Fahrenheit or centigrade” (Fever)

“”(Viva Las Vegas)

TBC

#elvis presley #hyperfixation #how did I get here #I swear I cannot consume media anymore without it becoming a hyperfix

[winterpinetrees]

Alright everybody. Here’s how the Hozier concert went. Consider this a journal entry for myself.

I saw him on Boston Night Two. It was at this really big tent right on the ocean. Pros, you’re right on the ocean, which fits the Unreal Unearth theme. It was also small enough that I could see him super well even from the back. Cons, it was 58 degrees Fahrenheit and raining. Boston gets much colder in Winter (of course) but that’s really miserable for September. My seat was in the back at the edge of the tent, so I was very cold and a bit wet. It was still great though. Here’s some details in no particular order.

Madison Cunningham opened for Hozier, and I actually really like her music! The opening act thing worked.

It was the same basic set as the other concerts. Starting with De Selby and ending with Take Me To Church. Then Unknown/Nth and Work Song for an encore. I think ours got started late and the encore usually has 3 songs.

De Selby rocked. The lights were so cool looking.

I was able to recognize most of the songs before the crowd started screaming, except for From Eden. Slightly embarrassed by that one.

Hozier took off his jacket before Movement, and the crowd went absolutely bonkers. He’s literally just a person. He has a shirt on under it. Calm down.

There was a call and response bit before To Be Alone

There was absolutely no break between To Be Alone and Dinner and Diatribes. The lighting just shifts and now it’s a new song!

I don’t love Icarrion or Cherry Wine, so I sat down for that part. Very pretty, beautiful set, just not my thing.

He introduced To Someone From A Warmer Climate with a little talk about learning Irish and commiserating over how cold it was. Boston can pretend to be a “Warmer Climate” in August, but not last night.

He also introduced Nina Cried Power (which I am so happy was played!) with a talk about the music of revolution and both the American and Irish civil rights movements. Idk if he always does that but it made me happy.

Damage Gets Done! Damage Gets Done my beloved.

Take Me To Church was one of the loudest things I’ve ever heard. Everyone was singing. It was amazing.

Work Song had this really haunting intro.

He thanked his band by name no fewer than three separate times, and he thanked the entire tech crew at the start and end.

I think he used four different guitars? Kinda confused by that to be honest.

Basically, it was a great night. I loved it. I highly recommend seeing Hozier live if you have the chance.

Here’s the Nina Cried Power speech. Sorry about the bad phone quality and the person talking behind me.

#hozier #unreal unearth #unreal unearth tour #Boston #by me

[garciaasfluffypen]

bright beginnings

and in the end, you never really expect what’s coming for you, do you? you don’t. and that’s the fun thing about life. the craziness.

pairing: single dad!joseph quinn x fem!reader wc: 1.4k warnings: none in this part, but eventually there will probably be smut? i’m not sure yet.

part two

it wasn’t every day that you had a set of twins attached at your hip.

but then again, you did work in a daycare so it was inevitable.

riley and thomas had been stuck to your hip the day you started working at bright beginnings daycare, barely letting you do anything besides play with them. it was cute in the beginning, but it had gotten to the point where you could barely sneak off to take your lunch, and most of the time ended up taking your lunch during nap time. which wasn’t horrible, per se, it was quiet. but it was also weird being the only employee in the break room. your boss probably thought you were avoiding responsibilities by doing that.

which, for the record, you weren’t. you were just really fucking hungry.

and if you were being honest, you didn’t even know who your boss was. well, in theory you did, but a few months after you got hired the former boss stepped down and a new one took over. this new boss you had yet to meet. which was probably a bit weird, but… he? she? you weren’t sure what pronouns they used. either way, it was definitely interesting that you hadn’t met your new boss and it had been about a month since the switch over. it was something you probably should ask your coworkers about, but at this point, you were more concerned about the fact that riley was most definitely coming down with a cold and was super clingy. and you needed to eat your lunch or you were going to starve.

thankfully, lucille, your coworker, let you sit at the front desk with riley in your lap as you ate your leftovers from the easter dinner your aunt had made. your aunt was a gem, especially for letting you live with her after you decided to say fuck it and move to london. it had been a dream of yours since you were a child to live “across the pond”, and while leaving your childhood home was hard, you found a new home in your aunt’s guest room and a free pass to her alcohol cabinet. not that you were a big drinker when you were alone, but you were definitely a social drinker. it was a lot easier to find people to go out with back home, since you had been pretty social in high school. but now that you were 23 and looking to settle down, the need for partying every night had dwindled and you found yourself here, at a daycare, unintentionally fueling your baby fever.

which you definitely did not need a child right now, thank you very much.

poor riley didn’t seem to be getting any better, but at least she had fallen asleep in your arms so you could enjoy a semi-quiet lunch. with her going down for a nap now instead of later you knew it would be interesting, but you could take her out to the playset if it wasn’t too cold. switching from fahrenheit to celsius still had you messed up, but your coworkers were very understanding and took the time to make sure you got the conversions right. lucille poked her head around the corner as the kids made their way to nap time, shooting a worried glance down at the three year old in your arms.

“is she feeling any better?”

“not really, she’s been out for about thirty minutes. she still feels pretty warm though so i’m going to take her temperature before i forget.”

lucille sighed, shooting her an empathetic look. “when i checked her earlier she was 37.” a beat. “that’s considered low grade here.”

“that makes sense.”

it did not make sense in your poor american brain, but you were bound to understand it eventually.

“could you hand me the thermometer while you’re over there?”

“of course.”

moments later the thermometer beeped and the number 38.3 flashed across the screen. confused, you looked up to your coworker who sighed to herself, running a hand through her hair.

“i’m gonna go check on thomas real fast, make sure he’s not catching it either.”

after a quick google search for confirmation that yes, 38.3 was on the high side for a low grade fever, you debated calling the twins’ mother to let them know what was going on. at this point, you could cycle through their list of trusted contacts to see who would be willing to come pick them up. it was the middle of the work day, which sucked, but there was no way you were going to let a sickly child stay here when they could be cuddling with… well, not their mother, but a mother figure. you would hate it if their mother stepped out of their life completely, but at this point, you wouldn’t be surprised.

there was subtle hints over the past few weeks that the mother… jordan? maybe? you honestly forgot her name since she barely talked to you. she had been coming less and less, having the twins be dropped off by neighbors or friends, stating that her work hours “didn’t leave time to bring her kids to daycare”. whatever that meant. you ran a comforting hand down riley’s back as she started to stir, bouncing a little bit as you paced the front lobby.

“alright, thomas seems to be doing okay. if you’re okay with keeping an eye on her, donna, lauren and i can take turns with thomas to make sure he doesn’t get sick.”

“that might be the best plan right now.” your american accent was a stark difference from lucille’s south london drawl. “do we have a contact for their father? i’d hate for them to not be able to go home until mom comes to pick them up. or… whoever she’s sending today.”

“i think we do, let me check.” moments later, a small aha could be heard as lucille flipped to a back page you hadn’t thought of checking. “yup, here we go. joseph quinn. his number should be this one right here.”

“amazing, thank you.”

“of course, doll.”

within the next few minutes you had your phone to your ear, bouncing riley ever so slightly as you waited for mr. quinn to pick up. you hated calling parents, especially when the child was sick, since it typically meant their days were upturned and plans went askew. but alas, a sick child couldn’t be at the clinic so you had to call dad, especially since mom wouldn’t do jack shit about it. she’d probably tell them to give the kids motrin and call it a day. which hypothetically you could do, but since her fever was reaching the limit to send kids home, you needed to get someone to come pick the kids up.

“hello?”

“ah, mr. quinn?”

“this is he.”

“hi, uh, this is y/n calling from bright beginnings, how are you?”

“i’m quite alright, is everything okay?”

“well, riley seems to have come down with a temperature of 38.3. we were wondering if there would be any possible way for you or mom to come pick up the kids. per policy, the kids do have to go home if they reach that temperature.”

“of course, yeah, i’ll be right there.”

within seconds the door to the office opened and someone stepped out, walking down the hall towards the front area.

“there’s my darling girl.”

your grip tightened on riley instinctively. “we’re just waiting for her father.”

“oh, i am her father. joe quinn, nice to make your acquaintance.”

oh.

“i’m sorry, what?”

“yeah, i uh, the daycare fell into my hands a few weeks ago and i’ve been trying to get everything under control in the midst of a divorce. sorry i didn’t get to introduce myself sooner.”

“i uh… sorry i didn’t come find you sooner, mr. quinn. i’m y/n.”

“please, call me joe. and it's very nice to meet you, y/n. you said riley has a temperature?”

“yeah, it just ticked up to be 38.3 like five minutes before we-i called you. did you want us to try and give her any medicine or anything?”

“no, it’s quite alright, i can take her back to my office for now. i have a playpen in there for days when they’re too fussy to be with the kiddos.”

one graceful transfer later, mr.quinn was making his way down the hall and a singular thought was on your mind about it.

oh no. he’s hot.

#joseph quinn #joseph quinn x y/n #joseph quinn x reader #joseph quinn rpf #joseph quinn x you #bright beginnings universe