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sirxlla · 2 months ago

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Warnings: Fluff

Prompt: Reading with Tim on the very little time off he has during his "vacation." (aka Art told him to go home and forced him a few days off.)

Notes: female reader, italics are actions and thoughts.

-With that said it's all under the cut-

You ran you hands through Tim's hair as he laid down on the couch with his head in your lap, your fingers in his hair and nails gentle against his scalp earned a few hums of content from those pretty lips of his. He was reading Harry Potter for the first time, he didn't tell everyone but he was an avid reader. Tim always loved to read to decompress after work, it usually pulled his mind away from whatever bullshit he was dealing with.

You had told him to get audible so he could listen to them and he politely declined, a normal book book let him stay alert to his surroundings whereas an audio book didn't. Just general perks of being with someone that was in the military, they have to have the seat facing the door, they have to know where all exits are, checks the doors like three time before bed amongst other things like the way he made the bed, the way he combed his hair, the way he couldn't sleep past six and the nightmares of his time in Iraq.

"I just can't believe Art sent me home, I mean that girl needs my help." There was something about this case that was driving him up the wall and he couldnt pinpoint it.

"Maybe he thinks its cause youre too close. Maybe getting away will help you get a fuller picture." You offered your advice hoping to help calm the irritation in that Texan accent with more than just your hands.

"I feel like fuckin Blue's Clues putting all this shit together on my own then Art pulls me out and crates me." He huffs, clearly chomping at the bit to try to figure out this piece of the puzzle.

"Hey, Blue is cute, you're sexy...Entirely different." A smile graced your lips as you responded, You had spent a lot of time with him and he had encouraged a sharp tounge and quick wit. It hadnt been perfect but you were getting better at it.

"Blue didnt get punished for doing his job." Again another huff left his throat as you looked down at him.

"Art's not gonna be the only one punishing ya if you dont quit huffing, makes me feel like you dont wanna spend time with me." You stated as this was the only time you two had even remotely gotten to chill together or relax in a while.

"I'm sorry, Honey. I'm just stressed over it." His tone changed a bit.

"I don't mind you talking about the case, Baby. Im sorry, I was being selfish." Your tone changed as well, you didnt want him to feel guilty for doing his job like Winona did to Raylan.

"I just dont know why she wont talk to me, she knows its the only way to get her protection." He's still tryna scramble his brain on why this woman wouldnt talk considering she's got no reason in his mind not to.

"Maybe she wants protection for her and someone else? She got a boyfriend, best friend, mom, dad?" You asked trying to be helpful in any way you could and your outside perspective sometimes gave him that aha moment with something he'd overlooked.

"She doesn't really have anyone else. Her Daddy died when she was a kid, her Momma ran off to shithole Indiana and her boyfriend's in the Lexington jail right now for her ratting him out." He leaned his head back into your lap but that was when he noticed a bit about your belly and boobs, they were slightly larger.

"Are you pregnant?" He asks with a bit of wonder and excitement.

"Yeah, I- I was gonna tell you at dinner tonight." Your tone was nervous, tracing his nose gently knowing your kid will look so similar. He eyes flitted back and forth in realization of you but also the case.

"I think you just helped me figure this out! She's afraid that if she says something she'll go to jail and then she can't be a be a mother within prison walls." He grabs his phone and calls Raylan to update him on whats going on. Tim's brain was always slightly on work but thats just what came with dating someone in a profession as such.

You kissed his neck as he chatted with Raylan, teeth gently nipping at his neck which caused Tim to cut his conversation short.

"I gotta go, Raylan. Keep me in the know." He said before he hung up quickly with a mischevious smile on his face.

"Oh, youre getting it now!" He laughs as he picks you up and carries you back to your bedroom whilst you giggle and squeal as he tickles you.

That night was similiar to others to come, his hands on your belly, he did that every night. He was proud of you for being so strong but also so paitent with him, dating any first responder type wasnt easy and his being so much worse cause he was often being shot at in one of these shithole Kentucky hollers. You were all he could ask for, strong, paitent, kind and goddamn gorgeous.

Masterlist <- -> Tim Masterlist

#tim gutterson x reader #tim gutterson #justified

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believesthings · 2 years ago

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Not Just A Girl - Chapter 2 // Jason Sudeikis x Reader

Summary: You’re a new up and coming actress. At your first awards show, you run into your celebrity crush, Jason Sudeikis. Trying to navigate the bond you form with him while both juggling your respective careers proves to be quite the task with some unexpected twists along the way.

Tag list: @my-soupy-brain @tegan8314 @tortilla-maria1

Warning: description of car crash due to drunk driving

After an exhausting but also enjoyable day with Will promoting All Your Monsters, you decide it’s time to follow your agent’s advice to buckle down and work through some of the scripts you’ve been sent for upcoming projects. You haven’t put nearly the amount of effort into it that you should. You always give up halfway through the stack because you find you aren’t connecting with them as much as you did with your debut project.

You know at this point Todd just wants a general direction. If you could at least give him an idea of what genre of film you’re interested in, he would be pleased. He promised to bring you by dinner as well as a new stack of scripts for you to consider. He gently lays it all down (along with a stack of your mail, bless him) and he leaves soon after. He wanted to leave you be in case there was a chance that his presence would be distracting for you.

You glance over them momentarily but decide to put your focus into dinner first, sorting through your mail while you eat. Once you’re no longer sitting on an empty stomach, you’ll feel more prepared to take on the task at hand.

You decide to start at the top of the stack and just work your way through one by one. No need to overcomplicate things. Scanning through the pages of the script beneath you, you heart goes out to Todd. He’s a damn good agent. He’s already done an initial screening process of sorts, taking notes and placing them inside the cover page on the manuscripts so really all that’s left you for you to do is to just pick one.

His first note says “semblant romance” although you’re not quite sure what that means. Right below he’s written: don’t abandon it too soon. It takes a little time to develop.

And sure enough, he was right. It takes some time to warm up to the story but you can’t deny after flipping through several scenes that you’ve become enamored with the characters, Mia and James. You decide to scribble your own notes right below Todd’s handwriting.

You decide to take a minute to stand up and stretch, admiring the view from your room. You have a pretty nice view of the cityscape which you’ve come to appreciate over time living here.

Moving on the next script on the pile, you tilt your head to take in Todd’s scribbling on the bright pink post it. You’ll love the setting of this one - very futuristic. Killer cast too. I’m not telling you who, so don’t bother to ask.

You roll your eyes at this. You could just look it up and he would never know. As if he could read your thoughts, you see his next sentence. Don’t look it up. Just read the script and decide for yourself.

Chuckling at how well he seems to know you, you comply, reading on and finding out that he called it exactly right - you did love the setting of this one.

You make it about 75% of the way through before coming across another post-it. Okay, I’m sure you’re dying to call. Feel free. It doesn’t matter the time of day.

You shoot him a text. Despite the fact that you have it in writing that it doesn’t matter what time of the day is - you must admit that it’s rather late. True to his word, Todd responds right away. You go back and forth about plot and characters, with each message you find yourself getting more excited for this project.

Todd gives you a call and you answer on the first ring. You can hear him chuckling on the other end. “So, you found some stuff you like, I assume?”

“Yes. Obviously, I really like the science fiction piece.”

“Well, I told you that you wouldn’t fall in love with the first script you read. It seems like you might got discouraged but I’m glad you’ve gotten into them. What others did you like? I’ll reach out regarding your favorite pieces tomorrow and let you know what I hear.”

Todd seemed pleased that you were finally giving him feedback on other projects and you were comforted by just how good of an agent he really was.

You settle into bed to finish the script, thrilled with the possibilities of new and exciting projects ahead.

When you wake up, the sun hasn’t even risen. Just in the edge of sleep, you can just barely reach the fringes of the pleasant dream you were having, and eventually admitting that you probably weren’t going to make it back to sleep, you decide to pull yourself out of bed.

You wander over to your desk, almost tempted to dive back into reading scripts but you know you run a risk of getting sucked in and neglecting other tasks, or worse over analyze and end up back of place of disinterest.

You decide to make use of the hotel’s middle-sized gym, popping on a playlist to occupy your mind.

During filming, you had to learn quite a bit of self defense and kick boxing, and you miss the physical exertion involved in the training. Maybe, if you were to accept a role in the area, you could start looking at the possibility of building a life here. Maybe you could look at renting or even buying a home.

When the next person arrives, they pause only slightly, probably expecting the gym to be empty. You see that the sun has finally come up and decide to call it quits to give the occupant their privacy. You cool down your pace and wipe down the machine before leaving.

You grab some quick items from the breakfast buffet, not wanting to sit down and enjoy a huge meal since you were now covered in sweat.

Once you make it back to your room, you give your father an early morning call - purely to check in and let him know you’re thinking of him. He talks a bit about an expansion that his crew is working on that keeps growing in complexity due to the owner’s requests. You listen to him for a bit knowing he’ll probably have to hang up soon to organize his teams for projects for the day. He barely even says goodbye before reminding you to send your award to him and telling you about the beautiful case he is going to have built to hold it.

You shower and decide to get ready for your outing with Jason today. He told you to dress for comfort, so casual clothes is what he’s getting.

You stop to look at yourself in the mirror. You are going to hang out with Jason Sudeikis today. You are an award winning actor. In your brief time here, you’ve already met so many of your idols… you could quit tomorrow be still be contented with your career. Well, maybe that wasn’t entirely true. But it was still hard for you to grasp sometimes that this was your reality.

Checking the time does nothing but make you antsy. It’s still entirely too early in the morning. You decide to finish the supposed “semblant romance” script that you had started the night before. The science fiction scrolls had gripped you more but you couldn’t deny that you were curious in wanting to know the ending. You were still torn about whether you were rooting for the main couple or not. Mia and James have faults and they sometimes seem to feed into each other’s bad habits.

You decide to move to the window and read by the ledge, a quick check of the time assures you that you still have time to read, taking a peek to see how many pages are remaining, you can’t help but frown. There are only a handful of pages remaining. The story doesn’t seem like it will be concluded in the limited space remaining. The instability of the relationship is starting to amass into a full on break between them, the spiteful word growing more frequent.

You’re reading quickly - verging on speed reading, trying to figure out what happens. Todd always scolds you when you do this. You can hear him in your head telling you to slow down and take in the nuances of the piece.

The characters are fighting in the car on the way home. A split is definitely upcoming, you feel. Mia in a moment of anger, has removed her engagement ring. It was a symbol of hope that you were holding out for them. She throws it directly at James. Flipping the page, you take in the script.

James reacts to Mia throwing the ring at him.

Cut To:

Collision of James and Mia’s car with another vehicle, a drunk driver who missed an overpass. Vehicles are spun into a mangled mess. James and Mia’s car is upside down when the vehicles finally come to a stop.

FADE OUT

Cut to:

JAMES

Coughing, wipes his face to find blood. A dripping above him causes his attention to be drawn to the roof of the car near his head. He reaches up his bloodied hand to pluck the engagement ring off the cloth surface, bringing it to his face the glint of it. Moments pass with a vacant expression on James’ face before recognition dawns. His breathing picks up, recollecting the impact of the vehicles. He begins to struggle due to the prolonged time he has been hanging upside down.

PAN OUT TO INCLUDE:

MIA

Out of focus while the camera still shows James’ progress.

JAMES: Mia? (A silent beat) Honey?

James pauses in his struggle against his seatbelt, trying to quiet his own breathing to listen for a reaction from his fiancée. He hears nothing. The ring drops, forgotten, back onto the roof of the car while James struggles against with seatbelt with more ferocity than before.

JAMES: Mia. Mia!

His voice is hoarse and in the midst of his thrashing around the car, the seatbelt releases him. He drops into a heap onto the roof of the car. Groaning in pain at the feeling of his injured, bloodied body slamming against the beaten vehicle. Sirens are beginning to announce their arrival gradually in the distance. James flails his hands around the crunched up metal in a desperate attempt for the feeling of Mia’s hand. When he collides with her wrist, he is gripping it furiously, desperately searching for a pulse.

He feels the frantic thump beneath his fingertips. He lets out a shaky sigh.

PARAMEDIC:

Sir? Sir, can you hear me?

Blood is beginning to puddle around his mouth, coughing, he lets out a strangled reply.

JAMES

Yes. Please I need you to help my fiancée.

He feels like he can barely get the words out. The blood is rushing around him.

PARAMEDIC:

Sir? Sir - I’m sorry…

He hears something in the distance the loud screech of a police radio. Female. Dead at the scene. He can’t comprehend the words. Everything feels too loud. The sirens, the talking, the damn blood is everywhere. He sees a drop of blood fall from his face to manacled car roof below him, splattering on the ring he had placed on the very hand he was now holding in a death grip. The blood is rushing in his ears and does his best to turn out the noises around him. Closing his eyes, his body goes stiff as his realizes, beneath the blood, the wrist in his hand is cold and the frantic thumping for he has mistaken for his sweet Mia had actually just been his own, thumping through his own skin, reverberating off the lifeless limb of her hand.

"What the fuck?" you mumble to yourself. You simply drop the screenplay on the seating area in front of you. You suck in a breath, trying to control the pressure in your chest and reign yourself back in.

When your phone rings, you barely even acknowledge the caller ID before answering, stuffy 'I've been a crying mess' voice and all. "Y-Yes?"

"Are you okay?" You can hear the concern in Jason's voice and it jolts you. You're still not used to the fact that you can just talk to this man on the phone at any given moment, let alone that he would express concern for you.

You give yourself a little shake, hoping not to embarrass yourself to much with him. You let out a sniffle and try to brush it off with a laugh, "I'm reading a script... I'm alright, I promise." You look at the clock and realize it's nearly time for the two of you to meet. The noise of the wind rustling through the phone indicated to you that he was on his way.

Jason doesn't immediately reply but you can hear his breathing and the ambiance of the city. "I'm almost there. Do you need a key card to use the elevators?" He pauses waiting for your affirmation. "Ok, call down and let them know I'll need access. Take a breath. One block left and I'll be at your lobby doors."

You juggle the hotel phone to notify the reception area of Jason's arrival. Returning to the phone to the hook, you lean back on your bed with a sigh, "Okay. Your set."

The background noise lessens and you can hear Jason's footsteps on your lobby floor through the phone. Someone from reception must have met him at the front door, you can hear someone through the phone explaining how to use the key card in the elevators. "They told me your floor and room number." He teases into the phone. "You seem a little steadier now."

Suddenly realizing that he is in the elevator about to walk into your room, glancing around you see scripts littered all over the desk, the bed in disarray, you reach back up and throw the covers back up onto the bed.

Jason laughs through the phone as you hear what sounds like an elevator ding and echoing down your hall. "I hear rustling. What are you doing?"

"I'm trying to not make you think I'm a complete slob." You stop when you hear Jason's knuckles rap on your door, echoing through the phone into your ear.

You cross the room, still clutching the phone to your ear and open the door to see him end the call and pocket his phone. His smile washes away any lingering sadness, replacing it with a rush of adrenaline that sends waves of heat down your body. He steps to you and leans close, his eyes searching yours for a hint of sadness as his hands lightly touch over your cheeks and down your neck. "Alright now?"

Aside from the overwhelming urge to throw yourself at him, you're good.

You inhale slowly, his scent mixing with the still lingering hint of toothpaste on his breath. You reach up to grasp one of his wandering hands in your own. "I feel a little silly now, to tell you the truth. It just caught me off guard." You release his hand as much as you don't want to and step back to allow him to fully step into your room. With the two of you in it, you can't help but notice the room now seems quite small.

Jason's eyes fall on the script that you failed to pick up. He strides over and scoops it up, holding it out in front of him. "Is this the culprit? Mind if I take a look?"

You step forward, flipping to the offending scene and allow him a moment alone while you step into the bathroom to freshen yourself up. You don't seem to have suffered too much damage, thank god.

You stand in the doorway to find Jason, eyebrows furrowed, biting his lip. When he glances up and sees you, he says, "They're marketing this as a romance? This is a tragedy."

"I know. But.. at any rate, I'm hooked enough to want to audition for the part." You look down taking in your bare feet. "Oh, I'm so sorry! I'm going to make us late." You scurry towards the dresser to finish getting your look together. You turn back just in time to notice the flit of Jason's eyes run back up your body to your face.

He clears his throat, maybe a little embarrassed at being caught. He fiddles with the sunglasses tucked into his hoodie, allowing the fabric to pull down and you can't help but wonder about the skin beneath that hoodie and the chest hair you've seen in many pictures from the internet. He replies, "We won't be late. There's no real time crunch. Hopefully just a pleasant day."

You take in a moment to take in his appearance. The Arthur Bryant Hat, the Kansas City Chiefs hoodie. You need to speak. You need to stop staring at him like a starved animal.

"Um, I hope all the articles aren't causing any issues between you and Brett."

You glance up to find that Jason doesn't appear upset. "I really don't mind at all. Brett and I are fine, I promise."

Giving you one final look over, he asks, "Ready to go?"

You nod and make your way out towards the elevators. You decide to try to pester him for more info. "Any hints on where we're going?"

The only thing he offers up isn't much help at all. "Just something that gives us a little bit of a different pace than our lives tend to offer."

Someone from reception waves you down before you can make it to far from the elevator doors. "Just a heads up - going out the front entrance might be a little complicated." Jason gives an appreciative smile to the front clerk, who motions toward the other side of the building, "Someone will be there to meet you at the opposite door. Hope it helps..." You thank them and make your way towards the side door. Jason holds the door open for you and pauses to thank the employee waiting to guide out to the side street. He falls into step beside you and you steal the occasional glance at his face while the pair of your make your way down the sidewalk.

"Brett says you're planning on staying for a week, I assume from stack of scripts up there, you're deciding what project to take on next." He flashes a quick smile at you before turning his head back to mind the foot traffic.

“I’ve been avoiding making any decisions. Todd isn’t happy that I’ve taken this long. I was tempted to just run right back to theater, to something safe, something familiar..” you look up to see Jason’s face. He is nodding along. “I’m used to be known in my little community but it’s nothing like my experience out here.”

You both pause to cross the street at the crosswalk and Jason takes advantage to sway his body towards yours, briefly connecting his side to yours, burrowing next to you. “I keep hopping back to comedy clubs from time to time myself. I’m sure you’ll be wonderful no matter what path you choose.”

You soak up the contact between the two of you, particularly pleased that he seems to be the one initiating it. “Thank you for the vote of confidence.”

“There’s plenty more where that came from.” He fires back.

It doesn’t take long to cover the distance of a few blocks before Jason catches your arm as you walk past the entrance to one of the numerous public parks in the area. You give him a questioning look, “What?”

Intertwining his arm with yours, Jason leads you into the park. “I just figured it might be nice to walk around, enjoy the area, while the weather is inviting.”

You nod, silently agreeing. It’s been a while since you’ve spent an extended period of time outdoors since finishing filming.

Jason’s attention seems to be drawn towards a building a little in the distance. “What is it?” You ask.

He whips his head back to you, almost seeming a little caught off guard. “Oh - I just.. I did an interview once where they let us rent a row boat and go out into the water and I was just wondering…” he trails off. He squeezes your arm and steers you toward the building.

“It might not be the right time of year. Sometimes there’s only a limited few week period where places rent out canoes.” You reply.

“You wanna check it out?”

How could you say no to him? “Sure.”

You watch the attendant’s reaction to your approach. She does a double take at the sight of Jason. Relatable.

Jason smiles at her, “Hi. Do you rent out row boats here?”

She nods slowly, like she can’t quite believe it. Right there with you, sister.

“Yes. It’s um- ten dollars per hour… I’ll radio down.” She squeaks out a reply, eyes still wide with wonder. He thanks her and pulls some money from his pocket. As you walk down to the waterfront, the attendant seems to find her confidence and yells, “I love you!”

He laughs, flashing a bright smile back at her. “Thank you! I love you back.”

Once you arrive at the water, you tell him, “you just made her day, you know.”

“I’ll have to remember to get a picture with her if she’s still working when we’re finished. That is if you don’t mind?” He looks at your curiously.

“Of course not! I’d be offended if you didn’t. There’s so many people that adore you, it’s nice to know you aren’t a dick.”

Once you’re in the boat, Jason takes control of the oars. You take a moment to drink in his presence, grabbing your phone to snap a few photos of him, operating the boat and deciding which direction to take it.

He gives you a quizzical look, “I’ve got to document this showing off. Imagine, Jason Sudeikis trying to impress a girl with his rowing.”

He laughs and when he speaks his voice is a few octaves lower, “Yes. Determinedly so.”

God, the way this man flusters you.

He stops rowing, resting his arms against the oars and looking directly at you. “There you are. Flustered again. You have to know that only encourages me more.”

You halfheartedly glare at him. “I seem to get flustered whenever I’m near you, Jason. No matter the activity. All you have to do is… that.” You say gesturing towards his body.

He smiles at you joyfully and your breath hitches in your throat.

With a little more rowing from Jason, the boat reaches a small shade provided by a small batch of trees that sit near a tiny island in the center of the body of water. After securing the oars, he stretches his legs out.

You lose all track of time, floating around the water, tearing your way through any topic you can think of. You love his laugh and being able to be the one to elicit it brings you a lovely sense of pride.

The growling of your stomach makes you both realize that you've been out on the water for about 2 hours and some food could do you good.

"Alright, let's feed you." Jason quips, swinging the boat back around to head toward the docks.

Jason helps you out of the boat and you can hear the clicking of cameras. The photographers outside of your hotel seemed to have finally tracked you down. You just hope you don't fall and make a fool of yourself, the thought makes you grip Jason's hand harder. Walking back through the park towards the building where you rented to boats, you see the attendant that helped the two of you is still on her shift and you watch Jason pop over, taking a selfie with her and chatting a bit. There's a few in the growing crowd that recognize you and ask for some pictures, which you're all too happy to oblige. It's still something you're getting used to.

Jason makes his way back over to you, dipping his head towards your ear. "We will get food after this - though we might need to call for some help."

You decide to take matters into your own hands to try to help the situation. Addressing the smaller group of people in front of you, you decide to ask, "Hey - does anybody have any suggestions for where to grab something to eat?"

Jason smiles at you before leaning over to better hear one woman's suggestion.

"That sounds amazing. And you said they have Gelato?" Jason glances towards you and you both silently seem to agree you know where you're headed. A few moments later, park security comes in to clear out the crowd, making sure there's a path for your two of you to make it out safely. Jason's hand finds its way to your back as he guides you along the street to your destination.

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binch-i-might-be · 10 months ago

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RAY hewwo i am. Planning on getting a tattoo (not now obviously but like when im in uni probably) what’s ur advice on Getting Stabbed with Ink

okay so like. first of all do your research!! if you already have a particular style in mind, find an artist who does a lot of that. look at their portfolio on instagram. see if they post healed tattoos too (if they Don't. well ask yourself why not!)

before your appointment EAT A GOOD MEAL. DRINK WOTER. tattoo artists do not enjoy when you pass out!!!! getting a tattoo is super upsetting to The Body because it's basically inflicting an injury, it fucks with your circulation a lot. tattoo artists will also offer you something to drink and sometimes even sweets to keep your blood sugar up during the appointment, and for the first time I would recommend taking them up on that because you don't know yet how your body will react.

also don't be afraid to ask for a break for any reason. a good artist will tell you this before they start too.

you will bleed btw. some artists have told me that first time clients are sometimes surprised about this. the bleeding will increase the farther you get into the tattoo too as your body becomes more pissed lol.

as they go, they'll wipe your tattoo down A Lot to get the excess ink and blood out of the way, and that shit really starts to hurt after some time! be prepared!

when the deed is done, they'll usually let the tattoo rest for a few minutes and then take some pics. and then they'll wrap it up!

now there's two (three?) options here. either they'll go old school and just wrap that thang in cling wrap and tape it in place, which is a lot of work for you, or they'll slap on second skin.

the cling wrap is in my experience not as common these days, but safer when you already know you could have an allergic reaction to second skin (bad!). you can leave that on for a couple hours, but then you'll have to take it off and gently clean the area under running warm (not hot) water, then maybe let it breathe a bit, but DEFINITELY wrap it back up. a fresh tattoo is an open wound, and you need to protect it from outside grime lol. you'll have to do that every couple hours for a few days. you will leak Tattoo Goop. you will most likely need to sleep on a towel. it's generally not too much fun but what can ya do!

second skin on the other hand is way easier. it's a sticky transparent foil they just put On There and then it stays On There for up to seven days (depends on the brand). you can shower with it on and everything. it'll fill up with Tattoo Goop but it's fine, it won't really bother you. it's best taken off under warm running water. sometimes it leaves a sticky residue but that'll fall off in time.

now for the secret third option, this has only happened to me once. the artist slapped a Thing that was basically a big fat menstrual pad on me and then wrapped me up in cling wrap. that thing absorbed the Tattoo Leakage for the first couple hours, but from then on, it was normal cling wrap business. I was very confused by this!

artists will give you instructions on aftercare and probably recommend some creams. basically just wash that thang with water (and unscented soap? I don't do that, just use water) and put some tattoo aftercare cream on top. thin layer, we don't want to smother it.

I usually do that for uhhh as long as it feels right basically lol. maybe a week or two after the second skin comes off? a tattoo will need about six to eight weeks to fully heal, but it doesn't need intensive care the entire time.

oh and there is an itchy stage. it will drive you insane <3

now for a more unfun addendum, the tattoo industry is RIFE with racism. some artists think they can't tattoo people who are not paper white because the colours won't show up properly. this is because they're bad artists and don't know what they're doing.

try to look for artists who do have darker skin tones in their portfolio so you can be sure they aren't cunts and won't fuck you over.

anyway I think that's all. hope this helped!

#tattoo advice with ray lol #this got long. sowwy ❤️#tattoos #ask

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sweetfirebird · 1 year ago

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Worth Every Scratch

For Splashicicle who asked for some fluffy post-story moments from either How to (Not) Train a Firecat or Tit for Tat. I was kind of on a Gavin/River kick though. So. Some boys cuddling and conspiring.

Content tags: spoilers for FIrecats. Some making out. Discussion of the queen’s pursuit of Faddal.

Worth Every Scratch

River used his key to get into Gavin’s room then dragged himself forward to plop himself into the chair at Gavin’s desk. His ass was in the seat for only a second before Gavin looked up from his reading, saw him, and then River was gently pulled into Gavin’s lap.

They were on Gavin’s bed. River noted it as he straddled Gavin, but honestly was too happy to put all his weight on Gavin to think about fucking. Not yet, anyway. For the moment, he was all aches and pains and the wonderful feel of Gav’s hands sweeping up and down his back.

“The state of you,” Gavin murmured, pausing when his roving hands made River stiffen and whine a little before trying to shift his position. “I’m trying to heal you,” Gavin informed him, as though River hadn’t known that. As though Gavin didn’t just do that now whenever River came to see him in his tower, or anywhere really; run his hands over River to find every scrape and bump and soothe it away.

River stirred, trying not to press into Gavin’s gentle hands. “Faddal says I should leave the soreness for a day or two to remind me to be careful.”

She was a brutal instructor. But she let River hit the dummies as hard as he could. And she was the best of the royal guards River wanted to be the best too. He needed to be, for Gav.

Gavin stopped his hands and hummed thoughtfully. Then he resumed magicking away River’s pains. “I’m not taking advice from someone who runs from the person she’s in love with,” he said decidedly.

River sighed deeply as his aches disappeared, leaving only his general exhaustion behind. He inched forward to rest his chin on Gavin’s shoulder, leaving Gavin to hold him up. Gavin’s studies could wait a moment. River wasn’t moving. “Wait. Is your moth—is the queen in love with Faddal? I thought she was just chasing her. You know. To scratch an itch.”

“An itch?” Gavin demanded in a scratchy voice. He stopped his hands again although they’d just been petting River now and not healing anything. “She approached her with respect… at least at first. Before whatever happened that made Faddal… Are you saying that happened to you before? Someone chased you while you ran away?”

River debated pulling back to look at Gavin and judge his reaction to that, but in the end chose to wrap his arms tighter around Gav and stay put. “Yeah,” he admitted cautiously, “but they weren’t in love with me. They just wanted into my pants.”

Gavin’s wonderful hands, resting on River’s hips now, just above his hands, moved quickly up to River’s ribs.

River, sighing again, an embarrassing, fond sound this time, moved Gav’s hands back to his hips and his pants and left them there.

“So the queen really loves her too? Does Faddal love her?” River didn’t wait for an answer. “It’s a fucked business, all of it.”

“All of it?” Gavin echoed, possibly hurt.

River inched back to look at him and caught the glint in Gavin’s eye. “You think you’re so clever, wizard,” he growled, although it was a weak growl. Cari could do better and she was not close to full grown.

Gavin just kissed him, cupping River’s face to keep him still and drive him wild with how gentle it was. Gavin could do whatever he wanted to River and he chose that. River nearly couldn’t stand it sometimes, but then somehow he always did.

Gavin kissed River senseless for a good, long while. Deep, slow kisses to make River tremble; River had done his work too well. Then, with River stunned and soft and quieted, Gavin let River slump against him again and resumed rubbing his back. He was probably still reading, using his magic to turn pages while he calmed River. River really ought to protest or leave him be. Anything but bury his face in Gav’s neck and let the tension fall out of him.

“The queen came by to talk to her today actually,” he informed Gavin after a while, burrowing in like a wild animal that had just discovered warmth and comfort in one of the beds in the mews. “But she just kept talking to me.” It wasn’t terrifying, exactly, but River could have done without royal attention—from Gavin’s mother, no less. No matter how much she said she wanted Gavin to be happy, she couldn’t like seeing Gavin with a runi beastminder, even if River was a royal guard now, or soon to be.

Gavin, of course, believed his mother was happy about it, and so didn’t have those concerns. He kissed River’s neck, and asked an idle question as if he wasn’t trying to melt River into a puddle. “What did she talk about?”

“Cats.” River moved to get another kiss on his neck and only barely held in his moan when this was granted. “She asked how the firecats go about it.”

The neck kissing stopped. Gavin raised his head. “My mother asked how the cats fuck?”

He was incredulous. River supposed that made sense. It wasn’t his fault Gavin had scrambled his brains with that mouth of his.

“No.” He kissed Gavin’s neck, awkwardly trying to soothe him in return. “The rest of it. The cats do try to court each other, you know.” With violent results a lot of the time. “There’s lots of fighting, which I told her. And she asked how I got a cat,” River paused, remembering now that the queen had asked this while looking Faddal right in the eye. “I admitted I wasn’t trying to at the time, but I’d slept near them, and cared for them, and when Cari played, I played with her.”

Gavin was still unmoving. “What did my mother say to that?”

River gave his neck another quick kiss. “She sighed heavily and said, ‘I see.’ Then she looked away from Faddal and left shortly afterward.” River frowned at the memory. “She’s in love with Faddal, and Faddal loves her back, but Faddal won’t do anything about it? Why not? They’re duad not runi.” The Dua were fine with such relationships as the Horun were not, at least, without questions of rank and royal blood popping up. “How long as this been going on?” he asked finally.

“Years.” Gav was probably making the same face he did when he couldn’t translate some old dead wizard’s code to read their work. “Although my mother escalated it fairly recently, after Faddal left the palace and came here. She’s needed here, but privately, I think she was running. Now that you tell me this… my mother sent me a message today saying she was returning to the Durii palace soon, so she wanted to see me before she left. So… that must be that, then. She’s chosen to end her attempt at courting Faddal. She’ll be upset. I should talk to her tomorrow.”

River wondered if he ought to rub Gavin’s back. “If it’s what Faddal wants then there’s nothing to be done. But… if a runi beastminder…”

“Royal guard trainee with a firecat,” Gav corrected as he always did, which River ignored, as he always did.

“…Can openly love a Durii prince…” River was not blushing. He wasn’t. “Then I don’t understand why she won’t allow herself that.”

“Because you were so easy to convince?” Gavin asked in return, light, but also not really light at all. “You still aren’t convinced. That’s why you say ‘beastminder’ and not what you are now.” Gavin firmed his grip to hold River still when River tried to shift away. “You’re expecting to be told you can’t have this.” Gavin’s hands came up to River’s neck and shoulder, while the pressure stayed at River’s waist to keep River right where they both wanted him to be. Gavin urged River’s head up so he could look River in the eye. He leaned in and spoke softly. “But I will have you, River. If I have to leave here, and run away with you and Cari, I will have you. Do you think I’m lying?”

River had no way to dodge but tried anyway. “Nobles doing whatever they—"

“River.”

River gave in with a shudder, although he did close his eyes. “Yes. I believe you. I believe that you mean that. But not that they will let us stay together. I want to. But…” he lowered his voice even more, barely whispering, “you haven’t been to Horun, Gav.”

A gentle kiss was his answer and his undoing. “We can wait years for you to trust us. The Durii are a patient family.”

As Faddal should have known, River thought. But River hadn’t thought it either. Of course, River hadn’t known any Durii until Gav. “Faddal val Ian is noble,” he said aloud. “That’s a noble name to the Dua. And she doesn’t think she’s acceptable for the queen but I’m supposed to—"

Gavin kissed him again, and again, and again. Slow and controlled and intending to leave River helpless in his lap. He was too good at that, he really was. And in easing River down to the bed onto his back and settling over him to lightly crush River while he resumed kissing River’s neck.

River was holding handfuls of Gavin’s hair. He had no idea how that had happened. “Ah, I love you, Gav.” He was a wretched runi who never learned. Then Gav rose onto his elbows to smile at him and River could feel himself about to say it again.

“What?” he asked quickly so Gavin wouldn’t look too smug.

“You win a cat with care and attention… and pets,” Gavin revealed, smiling as if if he didn’t smile just then, he’d burst into flame or something equally magic and strange.

“Hmph.” River should silence him by reaching for Gavin’s pants. “Fine,” he agreed without doing that, running his fingers over his mouth to make Gavin go wide-eyed. “I’ll just tell Faddal to let the queen pet her, shall I?”

Gavin wrinkled his nose. “I don’t need to imagine that.”

“You brought it up.” River got to be a little smug. But only for a moment. “You know,” he began, finding himself captivated by Gavin’s shoulder instead of his handsome face. “The Durii, at least, the two I have met…”

“So far,” Gavin interjected, likely just to make River momentarily panic.

“…Have been,” River wasn’t clever enough to know the word, “dangerous,” he decided on, ignoring Gav’s surprise. “Everyone talks about the cats, and the guards with the cats, and how intimidating Faddal is.” Or how attractive she was, to certain people. “But the Durii are… you could destroy me, Gav. You could take everything. All I’d have left is Cari and… maybe the Durii could take her too.”

“We—”

River shushed him with a hand over his mouth. “Faddal has more to lose, doesn’t she? That’s all I mean. You got me to trust you because… because you held me down and made me.” Gavin frowned, probably at this description of events. River moved his hand so he could trace Gavin’s mouth instead. “And I still worry. And all right… maybe you didn’t make me trust you. Maybe you just kept being willing to be seen with me. Shit.”

“My mother has done that with Faddal,” Gavin argued thoughtfully.

“How did I gain your…?” River stopped short, unsure of the right word again.

“Interest?” Gavin supplied. “Or heart?”

“I sucked your cock.” River might have tried to sound annoyed, but Gavin responded by accepting River’s fingers into his mouth for a moment, so he was too breathless to be convincing. “And taught you how to kiss and other such things.”

“And tried to protect me, over and over again though I didn’t realize it at first.” Gavin sighed. “And then demonstrated to everyone in Aminah that you would die for me. Which I am still angry about, if you were wondering.”

River glared at him and said not a word for several moments. “That wasn’t to court you.” But then he looked away. “I see your point, I think. If you had one, other than to upset me. And… when you speak to your mother tomorrow, tell her that… if she hasn’t already… to make it clear that she will wait for Faddal to move first.”

“It’s been years.”

“Of your mother pursuing her. If she wants Faddal to….” River looked up to Gavin’s eyes. “I would never have said or shown it more than I had without prompting. Even though that was an accident. To save you I did it though it was the last thing left to protect myself. And I would say it again if I thought it would ease any pain you had. But you couldn’t have forced it out of me otherwise. And you think Faddal is like me. It’s not enough that the queen wants her. The queen, I mean, your mother, will have to bare her heart too, so she has… not as much to lose as Faddal, but more than she does now.”

Gavn studied River for several moments, then leaned in to kiss him, sweet and too short. “If we got Faddal to pursue my mother, my mother would grant us anything we wanted.”

River was surprised into a laugh, then scowled, then pulled Gavin down on top of him. “Royals, always scheming when you could be fucking me.”

“Demanding cats,” Gavin returned, but sucked a kiss on River’s neck that made River writhe and pant into the air above Gav’s head. “I’m the only royal, right? The only one fucking you?”

River hissed without even meaning to.

But Gavin kissed him for that too. “Worth every scratch,” he added in a whisper, then set about giving River what he’d demanded.

#charity prompts 2023 #charity prompt #how to (not) train a firecat #r. cooper #futurefic

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atcarpenter · 4 months ago

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Definitely and Wednesday is mad but also respects the creativity in torturing someone and sees it as proof that she and Tara really are related. Wednesday hasn't suffered anywhere near as much as she will upon Enid and Sam and Amber sharing their love of musicals with one another

Wednesday is happy to help Tara learning about the areas to stab someone and is fully supportive of her and Amber getting into knife play. She drops a few not so subtle hints to Enid that she'd like to try that too and Enid agrees but only if Wednesday is good

Tara is truly moved by the fact that Amber trusts her enough to not only carry out those requests but to be open about them in the first place. Amber is worried at first that Tara will think she's weird or laugh at her or just be freaked out but she never is. She never judges or gets repulsed and always makes Amber feel comfortable in saying what she wants

It's hard for Amber to be open at first but she feels she owes it to Tara so she tells her how much she enjoyed it. It's hard and she struggles to get the words out but she does it and Tara is really appreciative and lets Amber know she is always happy to do it again and anything else she might like to try

Tara even asks Enid for advice based on what she's done with Wednesday and she loves trying out her suggestions. She absolutely loves teasing Amber and making her aroused but stopping before it gets intense or stroking and caressing her at random times, knowing how it drives Amber wild but refusing to let her get off to it. Tara is sure to be hard and soft though and always keeps her promises to reward Amber for being good

They like switching but Amber admits she loves being the puppy just a bit more as she loves being protected and guarded by her muscular, strong girlfriend and spending a night wrapped in her big arms. Tara likes being the puppy too but she also prefers guarding Amber and keeping her safe and feeling Amber fall asleep on her chest while making cute noises and whimpers

Absolutely. No matter what they do, wheter they're being hardcore or soft, they never do it by halves and they always provide warmth and comfort that lets them go as far as they do

You don't have to worry about seeming normal. I love how much you love them and how detailed you get in talking about them. Especially when it comes to the kinkier side of things

"Tara, your torture methods are strange, cruel, and unusual. Admirable. Maybe there is some Addams blood in you yet." Wednesday having to be restrained, so she doesn't pierce her eardrums once the three of them start singing together.

Enid, despite the lack of subtlety, is a little oblivious at first "haha, that sounds fun" and then moves on before circling back "oh". I think 9.9/10 it's Wednesday getting cut a little.

The trust they share in those moments is so deep. Amber does feel self-conscious and worried about it, same as Tara does about other things that she herself likes, but they're both so accepting and supportive of their quirks, likes, and preferences. Also Tara gets so horny when she sees Amber being vulnerable.

Dare I bring lycanthropy back into this. In my head, I am turning Tara into a werewolf at some point, one way or the other, and she and Enid talk about it at length, and Enid gives really helpful advice, like in general. Tara has lots to learn.

Aside from sex stuff, I just really like the image of Tara naked in the woods, shivering after her transformation, covered in blood from her hunt, being cradled gently by Amber and wrapped in some clothing or a blanket and then taken back home and being cleaned up and cared for. But back to sex stuff.

Amber separately also comes to Enid, "Is there anything I should know, anything to look out for?"

And Enid goes, "Not really. Just be aware she'll be stronger now, and her claws might come out at random times."

Amber, totally unconcerned, "… Hot. I'll ask her to hit me tonight." And Amber gets obsessed with Tara's claws. She wants those scratching at her, drawing a little blood, almost more than having Tara's strap in her. Or penis, either works for me. And by the gods, if Amber keeps moaning like that, Tara is only too happy to comply, even if she's worried about going too far with her claws. She doesn't know her new strength yet.

Getting Amber flustered and needy and then stopping, Tara is so mean for that <3 Amber loves and deserves it. I like to think that if Amber wants that or to be treated rough without directly asking for it or if she just wants to be put in her place later, hard or soft, she often sends Tara slutty things at really inappropriate times. They'll just be suggestive selfies, or semi-nudes in her underwear, short snapchats of herself with her hand in her boxers, audios that are just moans, or smutty fanfic or fanart with a "made me think of you". Tara has the self-control not to bolt and abandon whatever she is doing, but she will be sitting in her lectures, trying hard not to break her pencil in two, failing to fully focus back on the class. Especially mean is when Amber sends these while she alone is back home for the holidays whereas Tara and the others stayed in NYC, and Amber sends these deliberately during dinner time or something, even though there is an entire country between them.

"Why would you send me this while you know we're eating right now :))))"

"Because I want dessert lol"

Amber has spent so much time pretending to be strong and invincible, it is such a relief to let herself be vulnerable and "weak" with Tara. It feels so good to be taken care of and feel protected by her girlfriend, given everything she's been through and how she's tried to cope by pretending to be made of iron. Also Tara's arms are so <3 <3 And Tara loves having Amber in her arms and when she falls asleep like that, making her feel safe, happy, and protected, and soothing all the scars Richie left on her -- literal and figurative scars.

That said, Tara's mewls when she's the puppy are fucking insane on the cuteness scale and drive Amber mad in the best possible way.

💙 Thank you for that, I love talking with you about everything we've talked about so far. They are all my favourite characters, and these are all my favourite topics, and I'm thankful that you're letting me talk about them and letting me be weird with you

#scream 5 #tamber #tara carpenter #amber freeman #softie amber #au #nsft stuff

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gender-critical-analytical · 11 months ago

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hi sorry if this is an odd question to ask but i'm getting dinner with a friend of mine tonight to try to persuade her not to get engaged to her older boyfriend immediately after our college graduation next year (we're both 21 and he is 27). do you have any advice on how to present "please god don't do this it will be the biggest mistake of your whole life you have so much potential" in a way that won't scare her away from listening to me?

no worries if u don't see this, i'm just trying to ask around radblr (crypto, sorry for anon) because somehow none of our mutual friends understand why i am so concerned and it's driving me a bit crazy

I'm not sure what time I sent this, so hopefully I'm not late to reply, but I suppose it doesn't matter too much since I can't guarantee my advice will help much

One thing that I feel at least helps break a bit of the daze for women in age gap relationships is to ask her to picture herself as a 27 year old. Picture where she wants to be, where she'll be realistically in her career and life in general. Then ask her to picture herself in a relationship with a 21 year old guy (or woman, if she's bi, I suppose it doesn't matter too much for this example). This is almost always something that grosses women out, regardless of if they're dating an older man. Try to gently prod her to get her to think about why it should be so different for her boyfriend. If it would bother her to date someone so much younger, is it not weird that it doesn't bother him?

And, for getting her to listen in regards to the fact that she's putting herself at huge risk with her career, wasting her time on this man (look, I don't know this guy personally, or you or your friend, but a 27 year old man with a 21 year old woman... I just don't think this is a matter of love, for him) and just in general making a bad decision, I gotta ask you to think about something first: how much does she value your friendship?

This isn't about how much you care about her, obviously you do, the question is a matter of, does she value your opinion, and does she hold what you think in a good light? There are a lot of women who will quickly prioritize a man over a lifelong female friend the second they get a one, so do you think that there's any chance that this is the type of woman she is? If not, I really suggest gently telling her that you're her friend, you love her, and that you have a really bad feeling about this. That there's no benefit to seeing her give up something good, but that you don't think this is something good, and if he's the man she thinks he is, he won't be bothered to wait a while longer for her to get established in her job and figure what she wants for herself, and when and how she wants it. You can always get engaged later, but calling off a marriage is much harder and more stressful (especially for a woman to do, considering how the man's side of the family tends to defend them and take offence) than just waiting and seeing.

And, this is advice I recommend you use sparingly, maybe not over dinner, but something that works for me (I really wouldn't recommend this in a matter where there's already intentions to marry an older man, but you're the judge of what you say and do, ultimately, just be verrryy careful with this one) and something that I use to make women stop and think is this: ask her what makes her think she's different than other women who have gotten trapped this way, or had their lives damaged and thrown off course by things going sour? Every woman thinks her man is different. Every woman to get married young to an older guy is certain that he truly loves her, he isn't like the others, he wouldn't use her or try to trick her. Those women weren't, and aren't stupid, they were lied to. If other women can make this mistake so often, and warn women and girls not to make the same mistake, but this just keeps happening, what sets her apart? What makes her man different?

That one always makes women stop and think, in my experience, so at the very least it can plant a seed, but again, please be careful with using that one. Some women can be very defensive of the male they choose, and I don't want a situation where suddenly all of your friends are pissed at you and she has a knee-jerk cut-all-communication reaction

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mental-mona · 6 days ago

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How to have a happy caregiver/dependent marriage - part 2

Early in our marriage, my chronic illnesses got so bad that DH was stuck as my caregiver for many months despite his fibromyalgia, and he still does the vast majority of the housework. We have always been happy, and people always asked us how we did it. This is a part of an essay I wrote to explain it and to advice those who might find themselves in similar situations. It incorporates all of my thoughts, some of DH's thoughts, and some suggestions from others. Part 1, for the dependents, is here.

Part 2 - for the caregiver:

Recognize that your spouse is probably just as frustrated by their illness(es) as you are. They might try to do something that goes against doctor's orders and/or their actual abilities, and in doing so risk problems much greater than the inconveniences of ordinary caring for them. If this happens, gently but firmly remind them that you'd much rather bring them things in the bedroom than take a trip to the ER because they fell trying to walk around with horrible vertigo. Your spouse's frustration might also cause them to lash out at you or cry to you about how horrible it is to be dependent on you. If they do that, try to refrain from snapping back or reminding them how difficult it is for you to care for them, (trust me, they almost certainly know,) and instead acknowledge that they’re upset but ask them to vent their feelings to someone else if you can't handle them.

If you're annoyed or angry about a caregiving situation rather than your spouse's actual behavior, make it very clear to your spouse that you're not annoyed at them. Making your spouse feel like they’re the cause of your aggravation only makes them feel bad, and may cause the above behaviors. Nobody likes to feel like a burden, and putting the blame on the situation rather than the person takes some of the pressure off.

However, if you find yourself resenting something your spouse does which is within their control, bring it up ASAP and work it out with them. It's better for both of you if your spouse knows that you would prefer advance notice about their doctor appointments so that you're not blindsided with an "oh by the way I might need you to drive me to x doctor tomorrow;" not saying anything when it's on your mind but snapping at them every time it happens just leaves you annoyed and your spouse feeling bad that they’re always inconveniencing you. Don't expect your spouse to take a hint about anything; they may be too brain-fogged and/or wrapped up in their pain to do so. If you have an issue, just say it straight. Remember, you're a caregiver, not a martyr.

In addition, your spouse may complain a lot about how much pain they’re in and such like. Sympathize to the extent that you can, but if you're feeling overwhelmed by their needs and/or life in general, it's fine to ask them to take their feelings to a friend instead. Try to remember that even if you have a chronic illness of your own, even if it's the exact same illness as your spouse, your spouse's symptoms may not be as well-controlled as yours, they may have a lower pain tolerance, or they may have a whole different set of symptoms which you don't.

Remember, emotional care of your spouse is not just about minimizing the negatives. It’s vital to make it clear to your spouse that you love them and appreciate them even though it's hard taking care of them. A random "I love you" is always nice, as are reminders of what you see in them that makes you love them so much and thanks for doing whatever chores they’re able to do.

Now, let’s discuss the practical side of caregiving. First off, prioritize chores and general life. Honest, the house doesn't need to be spotless; it's much more important that food be prepared, clothes be laundered, your career be on track, and that you have both together time and "me time." As long as you're not living in filth, you're fine.

If you really need your spouse's help with something or it would just be better for both of you if they did a particular chore, check in with them on whether they’re capable of doing it, and try to arrange things so that they’re doing that necessary thing if at all possible while you handle other chores. For example, if you're having guests over and your spouse’s stuff is strewn all over the living room, obviously you want them to clean that up rather than you. However, if you plan to ask them to clean up the living room the day before the guests are coming or worse yet the day of, there's a good chance that they won't be able to help. Ask them at least a few days in advance so that they know that if they’re having a good day or even a good few hours, cleaning up the living room should be their priority.

Speaking of needing your spouse’s help, don’t forget to help yourself! If you have to care for your partner 24/7, you will burn out very quickly, especially if you have no outlet for your frustrations. Make a point of taking time for yourself at least once a week and preferably every day. This might mean setting up your spouse with everything they'll need for an hour or three and going to another room with the understanding that you are to be left in peace if at all possible, or it might mean having someone else take care of your spouse for that time while you go to a cultural event at the library. You should make sure to use your “me time” wisely; for example, if you're a very social person then you should probably be using it to connect with friends in some way rather than play solo video games, whereas if you just need to let off steam then killing digital monsters might be precisely what you need. If you have a particular hobby or stress-reducing activity you like, do that; bonus points if you can virtually share it with friends.

There are other sanity savers to consider as well. You should make a point of keeping in semi-frequent touch with sympathetic friends, and it would probably be a good idea to join a caregiver support group - online or real life, doesn't matter - if you can find the time. Occasionally, if your budget allows for it, go buy yourself something just because you want to. Again, you are not a martyr to your spouse's needs; you are allowed to go to a concert without them or subscribe to a streaming service or buy something for your hobby just because it will make you feel good. However, make sure that you'll actually use whatever it is you buy or it's not worth it.

Now we come to the toughest part of maintaining your sanity: checking in with yourself periodically to make sure that you're not in over your head, and figuring out what you want to do about it if you are. If the thought of your partner becoming even more disabled makes you appreciate the thought of taking on more of the caregiver role, then you need to get out of martyr mode and figure out what's really behind that thought. If the thought of your spouse becoming more disabled makes you want to walk away, then it's time to figure out where that thought came from and if necessary, reevaluate what you're capable of handling. If that thought is truly coming from a feeling that you're in over your head, either get outside help or, terrible as this sounds, find a way to transition them to another caregiver as you walk away. In any of these situations, getting therapy for yourself would probably be a good idea.

We’ve been talking a lot about maintaining your mental health, but don't neglect your physical health either! You can't care for your spouse properly and your spouse will worry if your digestive tract is all kinds of messed up, so make a doctor appointment or two for yourself to get that checked out. Even if that rash on your chest doesn’t itch, it's still a problem, so when you get the chance go see a dermatologist. The bottom line is that you need to be both mentally and physically healthy to be able to be a good caregiver.

#jdaim #disability #disabled #loving someone disabled #marriage #marriage advice #relationships #living with disability #caregiver dependent relationship #very long post #original writing #spoonie #spoonie marriage

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Does anyone else notice that Christians seem anti-life in general not just anti-sexuality? via /r/atheism

Does anyone else notice that Christians seem anti-life in general, not just anti-sexuality? I've mostly just forgotten about it but sometimes I do think about a Christian ex-friend I cut off because of her bad behavior. Long story short: she thought my fondness for playing extremely fast time controls in chess was trashy and degenerate, and it came to a head when she lashed out and swore at me over it. She had filled my inbox with moralistic rants claiming she had wasted her time giving me chess advice since bullet is too fast to think much. I gently pushed back by pointing out that I do also play longer time controls and she replied with 'fuck you'. I gave up swearing for this person because she claimed it was important to her as part of her values and the first thing out of her mouth when I mildly disagreed was 'fuck you'. She commented before that I only played chess for the 'cheap thrills' and that I 'didn't care about chess'. She basically had this attitude that adrenaline was shameful and that the adrenal gland was a nasty sinful organ we should all feel guilty for having. I remember thinking 'lady you have YOUR OWN pair of those, if I'm sinful and shameful so are you and so is the whole fucking planet.' Same attitude the Abrahamic religions have to genitals and sex drives. I will be fair and admit that this person sent me a very long thoughtful apology...but I was too far gone by then. Don't fucking make me feel bad for producing the same normal substance that goes through the veins of everyone else on the damn planet. Does anyone else notice this dynamic? I'm curious. I could just be confusing signal with noise but I don't think it's a coincidence that this person was a god bunny. I'm not even sure where it comes from this attitude that life and vitality are bad. I think it's possibly this: happy people who have fun things going on have less need to turn to a church. Submitted February 05, 2025 at 01:00AM by zelmorrison (From Reddit https://ift.tt/s31hUEA)

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sweetofsin · 1 year ago

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i feel like allo dating in our current society can be seen within predominantly two different lenses

either it's full of people that are doing the whole situationships, 14 month talking stages, chasing after emotionally unavailable people, creating all these weird social rules that they feel like everyone else should abide by although it's clearly making them miserable

it's full of people that are seeing this stuff and being like, omg! guys dating shouldn't be so complicated. either you guys are dating or you aren't! if someone doesn't want to date me after a month then i'm gone! it shouldn't be this difficult! love should feel easy and effortless!

and i get where both sides are coming from, but as an aroace person it's just... it's just a little rough out here

because truly, i think for the most part, people should mind their business and do what is best for them. and what is best for them may look like what is worse for me. and this doesn't mean that i condone people chasing after people who clearly aren't good for them, no. but if someone desires that, i can't force them to stop. i can gently try to guide or help, but that's it. i've been trying to accept that living in a world means you have to be open to people where they may choose to play it safe and continue with what's comfortable with them. it's understandable

most importantly though, i think the issue is people projecting so much dating advice and expecting everyone else to abide by it. it's one thing if you're sharing your experience and what you choose to do, it's another if you create an entire generalizing statement where it should be applied to everyone. because too many things require nuance

i also think about how every relationship/dynamic is different, so trying to constantly apply this baseline of advice is so wild to me! every romantic situation i have had with someone has progressed in different variations and forms. and there were some similarities sure, but also some differences

i'm not saying to forsake your identity when you're dating. of course it's good to have boundaries, know what you want/don't want, figure out your non-negotiables. AND i think it's also crucial to be flexible when it comes to other things because no person is going to fulfill your every need, desire, or standard in a partner. it just won't happen

for me, i love listening to dating advice when it comes to certain older people cause i feel like it's a breathe of fresh air, i don't know. they oftentimes do not romanticize the hell out of love. they'll just be like, yes. i love my partner. yes, they can annoy me and kinda drive me insane sometimes. yes, we respect each other and try our best to treat each other kindly. yes, this took a lot of work, trial and error to get here. no, it was not easy

it just sucks because i feel like people don't desire to intentionally communicate what they want, they go based off of what society wants (which is definitely not isolated to our generations). and then they let the social rules and norms dictate what should/shouldn't be allowed within their relationships. they leave little to no room for questioning, for growth, for uncomfortability. they leave little to no room for anyone who isn't extremely allo, doesn't have severe trauma or mental illness, etc. i'm just like, who are people trying to date where love genuinely feels so effortless? because it feels like people are trying to sell an image that isn't there. love, especially radical love, requires a FUCK TON of work. it's not even just in the sense of love if you have mental struggles or not. it's also because of the deconstruction we have to do when it comes to a lot of the narratives we have been sold about what love is, and a variety of other things

anyways it's just frustrating because i feel like more and more stuff just becomes so polarizing where it's like two sides arguing at each other, and still not recognizing how complex these things are. and also god forbid if you don't want to date someone or have sex with them immediately after meeting them! because clearly that means you're wasting their time and the other person should move on or whatever bs... as if ace people just don't exist

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momo-t-daye · 2 years ago

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“Uh, Professor, er, sir,” Harry stumbled over the seldom-used honorifics in his bafflement. “Uh, on your mouth…?”

“Lipstick, Potter,” Snape sneered, the expression all the more pronounced with the cosmetic assistance.

“Oh, uh, it’s, um, it��s black?” Harry hadn’t known lipstick came in anything other than his aunt’s subdued pinks or the vivid shades of red that Petunia considered sinful and salacious (and intolerably reminiscent of Lily to ever be permitted back into the precariously normal life of Number Four, Privet Drive).

“Very good, Potter,” Snape said sarcastically. “Twelve years old and you’ve learned your colors.”

That was pure nastiness and entirely unfair.

“I’m fifteen!” Harry protested, which earned him a merely sardonic eyebrow. “Almost fifteen,” he amended. “I’ll be fifteen on Monday.”

Harry longed to surpass Snape in sheer churlishness and considered pointing out that muggle men generally didn’t wear skirts. Certainly not in Little Whinging. Definitely not when Dudley and his gang were roaming the streets.

He’d seen plenty of oblivious wizards sporting spiffy new dresses as their muggle disguises at the Quidditch World Cup the previous summer (a lifetime ago, before Cedric was murdered and he hadn’t been able to stop it from happening). But there was something peculiarly well-tailored and suspiciously well-worn about the Potions Master’s garb that suggested less “disguise” and more “daily wear”. He found that his brain was oddly unwilling to acknowledge the existence of Snape’s psychedelic cardigan. His mind kept trying desperately to wallpaper something sensible over the bizarre image his eyes insisted on perceiving.

“…nice skirt,” he mumbled.

“Thanks,” Snape drawled the false gratitude out with a smirk. “It has pockets. Dipshit and Dumbass there were too excited to get on the road this morning and didn’t give me any time to do laundry.”

“Am I ‘Dipshit’ or am I ‘Dumbass’?” Sirius whispered loudly, grin gone well past manic.

“I believe Severus called me a ‘dipshit’ among other things for forgetting to take my Wolfsbane last year,” Remus replied thoughtfully, “So, Sirius, that probably makes you the dumbass.”

“I’m more of a hot piece of ass, but okay,” Sirius said with a wink. “Hi, Harry!”

“Hi, Sirius,” Harry said weakly, glad for the excuse to sidle past Snape. “Uh, what are you doing here?” The Daily Prophet hadn’t said anything about Sirius being pardoned and news like that, while less of an urgent headline than Voldemort’s return, wouldn’t lurk about in the society pages or behind an advice column.

“Dumbledore told me to lie low at Lupin’s place,” Sirius beamed with an innocence so intense it could only be artificial.

“And, er, well, what with one thing and another, it really hadn’t seemed like a good time really to mention that I’d been, ah, evicted,” Lupin added, “…again.”

“Renting really seems like such a bother,” Sirius opined. “So I bought a house for Remus here.”

“Oh,” said Harry, who had witnessed Aunt Petunia compulsively twitching the curtains as she tried to discover how Mrs. Number Seven had eluded neighborly surveillance and, somehow, managed to sell her house to a person or persons unknown to the remaining residents of Privet Drive. “Isn’t that supposed to take a long time?”

“Building a home takes a lifetime,” Sirius said sagely. “Buying a house just takes money.”

Snape’s scornful snort brought Harry’s attention back to the least welcome visitor to Little Whinging.

“So, uh, why did you bring,” Harry gestured vaguely, unsure if the word ‘him’ could accurately encompass the snidest professor present, “Snape?” He’d rather noticed that Snape hadn’t lifted a finger to help Sirius and Lupin move any of the large boxes from the lorry into Number Seven.

“Severus knows how to drive,” Lupin explained gently. Sirius’ mouth opened, prepared to protest.

“Severus,” Lupin repeated, louder this time, “Has a valid muggle license to drive.” Sirius’ subsided.

“And I know how to hot-wire cars and lorries,” Severus added smoothly. “And,” Lupin echoed wearily, “ Severus knows how to ‘hot-wire’ muggle vehicles.”

“I’m learning to do that,” Sirius said helpfully, “I’m going to figure it out too. I’ve nearly got it.”

“Talk is cheap, Black,” Snape scoffed starting to stroll in the last direction Harry wanted him to go, “I’ll believe you when I see some tangible results.”

“Wait! Stop!” Harry wondered if he’d get in trouble for tackling a professor outside of Hogwarts. It would be worth it, to try to alter Snape’s trajectory towards the front door of Number Four. “Stop, stop, stop!”

For all Harry’s desperate scrambling, Snape maintained his lead.

“Please stop!” Harry begged as the professor hitched up his skirt slightly, “Use the bell! You don’t have to kick the door in!” Aunt Petunia was probably at the door, surely she’d spied them across the street at Number Seven.

Snape kicked the door, already unlatched in Petunia’s nosy anticipation, open.

Aunt Petunia let out a shrill little scream.

“Hello, Piss-Tuna,” said Severus Snape, far more gleeful than he’d been even when Harry and Ron were facing the threat of expulsion after flying a car into the Whomping Willow. “You look as awful as ever.”

Piss-Tuna, Harry thought as his world tilted on its axis, Snape, Professor Snape, just called my aunt Piss-Tuna. This can’t be happening.

“You—!” Her face was white, her eyes were wide, and Petunia Dursley, née Evans, practically growled in her outrage.

Harry found himself thinking that Brazil might be a very nice place to live. It was far away from Privet Drive, for a start. He wondered what it would take to get there.

“Aren’t you going to invite me in, Tuney?” Snape’s foot had blocked the door from closing. “I’m more than happy to have this confrontation on your front step if you’d prefer.”

“We, ah, brought some biscuits,” Lupin added. “Store bought. Assorted. With chocolate. Er, I’m, ah, we’re the new neighbors. So nice to meet you again.”

Petunia goggled at the lot of them.

She also stumbled back, which Snape seemed to take as an unspoken invitation. Harry found himself dragged along in the professor’s wake, with only Sirius’ hand on his shoulder to steady him in the swift tide of strangeness.

“I can’t believe your taste in interior decoration deteriorated into this level of disgusting kitsch and doilies, Tuna,” said the man who decorated with floating dead things in jars. Severus surveyed the photos on the wall, on the mantle, on the little side table. So many perfectly posed pictures of a happy family of three- mother, father, son- and a lock on the cupboard under the stairs. Narcissa had been absolutely right.

“Is that my jumper?” Harry jumped. Petunia’s voice was high and thin and quite peculiar.

“You’ve really done a terrible job of raising Potter,” said Snape, and Harry bristled. Of course Snape wanted to criticize him, Harry had been expecting the criticism, but he loathed the thought of his two biggest critics were now sharing notes and combining forces.

“Not only is he, like the majority of students, a careless menace in the laboratory, but I have also wasted entirely too much of my already limited time deciphering his atrocious penmanship to correct insipid essay after insipid essay only to see the same flawed reasonings repeated week after week.” It was news to Harry that he was supposed to read the sea of spidery red notes Snape deposited on every essay. It seemed rather unfair, given that Snape could fit five lines of text for every one line Harry wrote. The single “P”, or the occasional and welcome “A”, was more than sufficient in Harry’s view.

“That’s my jumper.” There was a touch of hysteria in Petunia’s tone now.

“He will be taking his O.W.L.s this year, his O-levels if you prefer,” Snape continued, demonstrating more confidence in Harry’s continued survival than Harry typically expected to hear from the Potions Master. “Unfortunately, his current record of scholastic mediocrity, his stubborn refusal to revise, and a peculiar incuriosity about magical theory does not bode well for his continued academic career.”

“You little bastard! That’s my goddamn jumper!” Petunia’s shriek derailed Snape’s momentum. The unexpected profanity from his aunt made Harry’s brain stutter to a halt.

“Tuna,” Snape frowned, “We’re not here to discuss my sartorial decisions and I will never take wardrobe critique from you. I only deigned to enter this suburban hellscape to discuss your horrendous failure to raise and parent Mr. Potter.”

“Biscuit, Harry?” Sirius offered, retrieving the tin from Remus.

“You stole my jumper!” Shockingly, Petunia’s epiphany failed to shatter glass. Yet.

“Didn’t,” sniffed Snape.

“I thought it was Lily who stole my jumper!”

“She did. I just hid it for her.”

“I bought that jumper myself! I’d saved up!”

“Yes, I know.”

“It was for an interview!”

“We wanted to spare you the humiliation of being seen in public wearing such a hideous thing. You even got that position, even if you didn’t keep it for very long.”

The biscuit was rather good, even without tea, and it was beginning to dawn on Harry that Snape and Aunt Petunia were more inclined to tear into one another than join forces against him. He felt oddly inclined to cheer for Professor Snape, despite the ranting about Harry’s scholastic shortcomings. Perhaps it was because Harry knew so little about his mother that every glimpse was a pearl he treasured.

“I want my jumper!” Did she learn that tone from her little Diddykins or had Dudley inherited that petulant demanding pitch from Petunia?

“And I want you to understand how your failure to nourish any academic inclinations Mr. Potter may have shown before the age of eleven may have rather dire consequences for futures beyond his own, but I fear we can’t all get what we want.” Remus handed Harry another biscuit before he could think to protest.

“Give me back my jumper!”

“Fine!” Snape finally snapped, fingers tearing at the buttons in wrathful haste. “Fine, here!”

Petunia caught the cardigan with her face and a squeak.

Severus Snape looked like a stranger again, in the ratty, oversized band shirt, hair disheveled from the jumper’s passage. Harry hadn’t seen the Dark Mark his professor had shoved under Minister Fudge’s nose in the Hospital Wing those few weeks ago, and he found himself oddly glad that the mark was concealed under a peculiar leather bracelet with metal studding. A wand holster, perhaps.

“Are you prepared to face your shortcomings now, Tuney?” That dangerously silky tone was entirely familiar, and Harry took another biscuit before he was told to go serve detention during summer vacation.

“It smells like Cokeworth,” Petunia’s complaint was bitter, for she dreaded the day her neighbors discovered the lingering taint of the Cokeworth streets sullying their Surrey security.

“Hey,” said Sirius, who had gone oddly still.

“I wasn’t going to take it to Hogwarts, was I?” Snape said. “It’s acrylic, you know that sort of stuff doesn’t hold up around magic.”

“Hey,” said Sirius. “Hey.” His face was a rictus of delight, as pleased as Petunia had been put out. “Snape. Isn’t that, isn’t that my shirt you’ve got on?”

“Oh, oh,” snarled Severus. “Not you too!”

#Severus Snape #Harry Potter #Sirius Black #Remus Lupin #Petunia Dursley #Moving into Number Seven Privet Drive #Severus 100% wore the stolen sweater for the exact purpose of winding Tuney up #self-indulgent AU #My art #ficlet

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mrcrawly · 3 years ago

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hello i have fallen back into my Umbrella Academy obsession so here are some of my headcanons. ill keep them fairly light but there will be some sad ones too :)

☂️ Klaus uses he/she/they. he calls himself a man but they kinda just do whatever.

☂️ Luther likes animals a lot but never had pets partly because of Reginald, but also because he was terrified of hurting an animal. He prefers cats over dogs, but only a bit, and believes very firmly in protecting wildlife.

☂️ Allison is bisexual. I have nothing to back this up other than my opinion.

☂️ Five is aroace. Not that dating would be easy for him even if he wasn't, but he generally doesn't really have any interest in dating anybody.

☂️ Vanya was closer to Klaus and Ben when they were kids, although Allison always made an effort to include her. She grew apart from them all after Ben died. Allison became concerned with other things and Klaus fell into drugs.

☂️ Klaus paints. He does it when the ghosts are loud. He tries to help them (and himself) by expressing their suffering on canvas. Sometimes it even makes them quiet down.

☂️ Klaus and Ben were inseparable before Ben died. Ben helped Klaus calm down after hours in the masoleum and Klaus would comfort Ben after battles and whatnot, since he could be squeamish.

☂️ Klaus became extremely prone to panic attacks after Ben died because he felt more alone than ever. This made it harder for him to harness his powers so Reginald made him spend even more time in the masoleum.

☂️ Diego still stutters when he gets angry or when he's really embarrassed.

☂️ Diego is dyslexic. It made him lean more to athletics and Reginald obviously never bothered to accommodate him. Grace helped a lot.

☂️ Grace learned over time how to show true empathy. She did care for the kids, she wanted them to be happy, but it was programmed into her. But, over time, she developed a true and nearly human sense of love and empathy. She hated that she could never shed tears.

☂️ Vanya, now that she has her powers and is unmedicated, is extremely prone to fits of anger. It tends to build, until something tiny makes her snap like a rope pulled from both ends. A glass breaking, not being able to get a task right, a repetitive noise.

☂️ Klaus and Five are very good with helping her calm down when she gets mad. She's never hurt anybody when she's mad but she gets almost resentful. Usually Klaus will come up and act nonchalant, with a, "hey, wanna watch a movie or something?" or "I made coffee, do you want a cup?" Five usually just gently nudges her to talk about something she likes until she's calm, or makes her some sort of drink or food she likes. She stormed up to her room in a fit once and came back down and found a peanut butter and marshmallow sandwich on the counter with a little note that just read, "eat, you'll feel better." She didn't have to ask to know who made it.

☂️ Affection with Five is incredibly difficult. He's hostile and aggressive and skittish. Not to mention the years of having to murder people to survive made him numb, to a certain degree. The only way he really knows how to show that he cares about people is through actions. He'll make his siblings food or mend their clothes or cover them with blankets when they fall asleep or help them clean or give them advice or drive them places. He just can't look them in the face with full vulnerability and say "I love you." But he does, and he really, really hopes that they know that.

☂️ Five is working on it.

#the umbrella academy #five hargreeves #Klaus Hargreeves #luther hargreeves #diego hargreeves #allison hargreeves #vanya hargreeves #Ben Hargreeves #lila pitts #tua #tua s3 #tua s3 speculation #tua headcanon #the umbrella academy headcanons #five hargre

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lost-between-letters · 3 years ago

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Bloody Angel

Pairing: Castiel X Witch!Reader (she/her)

Requested by: anon

Warnings: canon-typical levels of violence, blood, bullet wounds, extraction of said bullet, hurt/comfort

Word Count: 2,310

Summary: an angel getting injured was rare but not impossible. It only heightened the fear for everyone involved. But Y/N wasn't a witch for nothing

There were days that Y/N detested the mere existence of her phone. Every time she picked it up, somebody wanted something from her - a spell, advice, her attention, or ingredients from her very own collection. Today was one of those days.

"What." It was possible that her annoyance was bleeding into her voice.

Ragged breathing on the other end. Even though it should be impossible, Y/N recognised it immediately. It was Castiel.

"I-" he gasped once, "I may require your assistance, Y/N."

There was pain in his voice, ugly and pressing. A thing Y/N had deemed impossible. He was an angel and consequently should be able to heal himself right the instant he suffered an injury.

This was bad. Even for the Winchesters. Y/N knew of two weapons that could hurt an angel and one was lost since the dawn of time.

"What do you need?" Yeah, she was worried. More than that, actually. In her mind, Y/N was already picking out spells that might reverse Cas' injuries however he might have acquired them. Her options were scarily thin.

The breathing grew heavier as fabric rustled. The phone's mic had a pretty good quality Y/N noticed fleetingly. Which also allowed her to pick up the deep rumble of Dean swearing in the background. So at least Castiel wasn't alone.

Then, the phone was apparently plucked from his hands. Sam was the one speaking now. "Y/N, we're on our way to your place. Prepare a healing spell and some clean bandages."

"Healing spells are not that easy if I don't know what's going on," Y/N explained and rubbed her forehead. These boys.

"Well then find one!" And that was Dean.

It was solely Castiel's soft words that stopped Y/N from choking Dean with a thought. "The bullet may have been engraved with a binding spell."

Well, that was something she could work with. Y/N took a deep breath and made to get her spell book. "Drive faster, Dean. The sooner I can have a look at it, the better. Or you might have to find a new angel for your rag tag team."

Apparently, Dean took her literally. Twenty minutes later, Y/N heard the telltale humming of the Impala enter her driveway.

Before they had the chance to ring the bell, Y/N had opened the door with force and shuffled a very pale angel and two hunters carrying him inside.

"Is the bullet still inside of him?" Y/N put on her business voice, determined to not let the whimpers of pain distract her, "get him into the living room. And don't mess up my carpet."

Cas needed her expertise not her fretting.

While Sam and Dean were doing as she told him - with some choice words on Dean's side on her priorities - Y/N was busying herself with the ingredients for the spell. A few of them were generic enough to be mixed together already, incense for cleansing, lavender for soothing and peppermint to strengthen the injured tissue itself.

"What now?" Dean wanted to know when Cas was sprawled out relatively safe on the sofa.

Y/N had put down a few towels beforehand, not sure how much blood exactly was involved. Judging by Cas' clammy face way too much.

"Now," Y/N put her hand down on the table to steady herself subtly. The boys didn't need to know how shaken up exactly she was, "you two are going to get a healthy meal inside of you. The restaurant across from the church is legendary for their pita."

Half a second of dumbfounded silence.

With her back turned towards them, Y/N couldn't gauge their reactions but she knew them well enough that protest was soon to come. In the meantime, she gently pulled back the blood soaked fabric of Castiel's trenchcoat and cut open the dress shirt near his shoulder where the bullet had hit him.

"There's no way that we're playing happy family while Cas is dying!" And there it was.

Honestly, Y/N was grateful for Dean's rage. If not, she would have lost her composure. The skin around the bullet wound wasn't just torn and bloody. No, from the hole itself, sickly blue tendrons spread over the angel's skin and towards his neck and heart.

What worried her the most was that he wasn't reacting to her touching it whatsoever. Sure, his eyes were still open and following her movements but they were glazed over and not really focusing . As if the blood loss was affecting him as it would a normal human being. Or as if he lost the feeling in the body parts the tendrons were spreading over.

She had to get the bullet out now. There was no other way. But first- "I don't want you to play happy family, I want your goddamned faces out of my way while I'm working."

"What the fuck?" Dean sounded close to murder.

And if Y/N wasn't as close to killing whoever shot the gun as well, the hunter would get an earful. Lucky for him, she was too preoccupied by thoroughly disinfecting her equipment. The bullet had to be extracted the conventional way, magic would be too dangerous as long as she didn't know the exact spell work.

When she still didn't hear any steps, Y/N turned around to glare. "Go."

That shook them out of it. Sam grabbed Dean's arm and dragged him out of the building before his brother could say something even stupider. Good for him.

"Castiel?" Y/N went on her knees in front of him, tweezers in one hand, the other resting on the skin below the wound.

After horrible two seconds of silence, Cas managed to really look at her. "Y/N."

"You have to stay really still now," she instructed him, voice soft, "I will take out the bullet first and then look into what's been sucking at your grace."

"A binding spell," he croaked out. The very fact that he wasn't even flinching at the bite of the cold metal that she was now inserting was a testament to his current state.

Y/N nodded and prodded the wound slowly. She really hoped that it didn't ledge into the bone. "It seems to be quite an efficient one, made to weaken the host and kill you in the same strike."

The tweezers met something metallic. Castiel flinched.

"Just a second and it'll be over," Y/N promised and changed the angle of her grip.

Castiel nodded weakly. Before either of them could overthink this more, Y/N pulled.

With a clink, the bullet fell down on the plate prepared for it and a wave of new blood poured out of the wound.

"Shit," she cursed and immediately reached for gauze to press it against it. Blood loss would not be his cause of death.

With practiced ease, Y/N applied some of the salve she had prepared earlier. It was to stop the blood flow - a handy little recipe the Winchesters seemed to always run out of despite the increasing sizes of the containers she handed them each time they asked for it.

But even with the aid of Magic Blood Stopper, Cas was turning whiter and whiter. The tendrons were reaching for his face now.

"You will not die on me, angel," Y/N said vehemently and taped the bandage in place.

Just as she was turning towards the bullet to inspect the engravings, Cas started to cough. Y/N was brushing his hair out of his face before she even realised that she had moved.

"You're okay, just breathe slowly," she said gently, hands never ceasing to move.

It took a few staggering breaths but eventually, Cas could breathe normal again. If a bit shallow but Y/N would take it.

When she was turning back to the bullet, he seized her hand. "Y/N. If I-"

"Don't." She pulled her hand back and placed it on his cheek, "let me get a good look at the engraving and you'll be all angeled up in no time."

"There's no telling in that," he said quietly but turned his head into her touch nonetheless.

Y/N refused to believe that. With her hand resting on his cheek, - the only touch she allowed herself - she inspected the runes.

And breathed a sigh of relief when she recognised the pattern. It was a surprisingly easy binding spell, fixed up with a nasty note of torture. The blue tendrons were merely the magic pushing his grace to a place in his vessel to lock it up. As soon as she would free it, the grace should be accessible for Castiel again.

She told him as much, walking around the room to gather more of the more obscure ingredients she needed for the reversal. At least she had stocked up on her herbs the last time she went out.

It was a damn good thing for her nerves too. Y/N wasn't sure if she would have been able to leave the room, knowing that Cas was suffering and in pain all alone.

And the lid slammed back down on those thoughts. Castiel needed her to be focused. The spell was easy in its components but required all of her attention.

So Y/N locked all her feelings behind a door, swallowed the key and knelt down next to Castiel once again.

"I'm going to work the spell now. Whatever you do, don't reach for your grace until I give you the okay," she instructed him while lighting the candles around her altar. One to each cardinal point with its corresponding herbs waiting in a bowl to be incinerated. "It's a knee jerk reaction, I know but hold it off or you might throw off the equilibrium of the spell. Do you understand me?"

Castiel nodded weakly. At least his face wasn't as ashen as it had been when they had walked through the door.

Another steadying breath, a count to eleven and Y/N was ready.

Working through the spell was easier than she feared it would be. After the first few incantations, Y/N fell into the familiar trance like rhythm of most of her magics, her very being in the moment only. All that she was, all that she felt was the power of her spell working against the barricades the other witch had build up with her modified hex bag. Y/N was a vessel, a guide, a compass to the magic passing through and she let it. Watched the raised skin smooth other, the tendrons recede.

Saw the beginnings of Castiel's true form glow out of his vessel.

The last words were spoken in a whisper and the candles flared up one last time.

"You can heal yourself now," Y/N said into the silence that followed.

Right before her eyes, the wound closed itself, Cas' cheeks got their colour back and even his shirt stitched itself together.

Castiel was smiling. "Thank you, Y/N. I owe you my life."

You owe me nothing. It's okay, I wouldn't have let you die. No one will hurt you ever again. Don't scare me like that. I wouldn't have been able to stand losing you.

"If anything, you owe me a new carpet." Were the words that came out of her mouth.

Cas chuckled but stopped a heart beat later. His eyes were glued to her hands now, concern drawing his eyebrows together. "How much did the spell weaken you?"

Weaken her?

Only then, Y/N realised that she was shaking. And she was so cold. So that was how shock felt like, she thought absentmindedly. "I'm- I-"

"Do you need anything?" Cas reached down, hands coming to rest on her elbows to help her up on the sofa next to him.

Y/N didn't know. She needed to know that he was okay. She needed him to not ever get shot again. She needed him to smile, to live. Y/N needed Cas to hug her, needed to feel him to know that he was alive.

So she did.

With a lunge that surprised herself, she wrapped her body around him. It wasn't much a hug and more a body-jump.

But Cas accepted it without protest. The only indicator that he hadn't been anticipating it, was the split second before he settled his arms around her waist. Then, he pulled her closer, buried his head in her hair and let her hide hers in his neck.

For a while, Y/N just breathed him in. Let the shivers work through her body. Smelled the ozone and flowers on his skin, a combo she was eager to dissect at a different time - how was that even possible? - and let herself belief that her magic worked perfectly.

"Don't you dare ever do that again." To her horror, the words came out choked up and lacked the teasing tone she had been aiming for entirely.

All there was was the condensed worries and fears she had been suppressing for the last hour.

Cas started at the intensity in her voice. She could feel him tense up briefly and immediately attempted to pull away. But then, the angel grew soft again, pulled her tighter before she could object.

Something touched the side of her face. Cas' lips - he had kissed her temple. "I love you too, Y/N."

"What?" She couldn't have been that obvious, it was-

True. It was true, Y/N loved him, she knew that for a while now. And apparently Castiel did too.

"I love you," Cas repeated patiently and pulled away just enough to look her in the eyes while saying it.

All of the fight, the held back panic drained from her at once. Y/N leaned into his chest once more, air seemingly sucked out of her lungs.

Today had been hell of a day, she decided.

But if this was the outcome, she was okay with it.

"I love you too."

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Yeah! So can I ask for general relationship hcs for Sora, Roxas, Ventus and Xion please? Thank you!

You sure can sweetie!

Reader is GN! More under the cut <3

Sora

Baby boy who cares for you and adores you with his whole heart!!

Loves you so much and is all about telling you it or hugging you and holding hands

Tells everyone you’re his

“RIKU DID YOU SEE MY P AR T N E R!!?” “Yes sora. We all have. We see them everyday. We’ve seen them for many years.”

Goes to Kairi and Riku for advice when it’s about you. Literally a dumb dumb when it comes to romance so he’s like please help

Very physically affectionate! Again, loves holding hands with you always and swinging it. Hugging you. Carrying you around in his arms. Snuggling you. Cuddling you. There’s almost no moment when you two are not touching each other. Literally always wrapped around one another and Riku sighs when you two take up the whole couch while watching tv lying down

Terrible singing while you two are doing anything? Terrible singing while you two are doing anything. Sings “Baby” while you are cooking, sings “What Makes You Beautiful” when you’re cleaning, sings “Just the Way You Are” when you’re driving around in the gummi ship. He sings it at the top of his lungs and tries to dance with you when he does. Donald banned him from driving the ship when Sora was so distracted and almost hit a meteor.

Puppy dog eyes to get anything. He whines like a little kid sometimes when he wants attention too. It is very effective you cannot resist that.

Lots of silly gifts to cheer you up. He’ll be like HEY BABE LOOK I GOT YOU THIS!! Then give you a beautiful seashell he found in Atlantica or a gorgeous matching necklace he got at a shop in Agrabah.

Tells you like every minute he loves you lots and lots and lots and lots

Roxas

A bit awkward, but always willing to try. He isn’t really used to like… having emotions but he does his best!

Tries to ask Axel what is the best thing to do when it comes to you. Axel always acts knowledgeable but ngl the man only knows stereotypical greaser boyfriend behavior so he might say something stupid and Roxas tries to copy it.

Roxas prefers routine, so he likes having those certain comforts every day. Like every day waking up next to you. Or after a mission going to get ice cream at the tower. Or in the evening cooking together.

He can be a bit spontaneous on occasion but in general he’s pretty much all about routine and normalcy.

Okay lowkey he just kinda wants a quiet, domestic life. Yeah adventuring and fighting is fun but he’s tired of the pain and the loss. He just wants to have a nice house, maybe a pet, and then go have a normal life. He really wasn’t able to get that before but he can with you!

If you accept and like Roxas, you HAVE to be friends with Xion and Axel- and likewise Hayner, Olette, and Pence. That’s nonnegotiable. If you’re mean to them he absolutely does not appreciate that

Roxas has a low social battery ngl, he’s just like a tired old man and wants to be in bed by like 9:30.

If you surprise him with gifts, he’s kinda confused and like “crap!! Did I forget what today was?” But then learns that no, you just wanted to get him a gift and does his best to get you some

His fave kinda gifts include: salty snacks (he found out that sea salt chocolate and regular potato chips were soooo yummy), rings (especially matching anything- he’s weak to that), or flowers. He thinks it’s sweet you picked it up for him and thought of him

Occasionally gets too headstrong or on the flipside, too insecure. It happens, just be patient or tell him off gently and he’ll cool off. Very much appreciates you being his steady rock

Doesn’t really like being touched out of the blue. Please ask before you touch him. He will also be polite and ask if he can hold your hand or hug you.

Overall just a very sweet boy who enjoys the smaller things and is very attentive.

Ventus

Very happy precious boy

Loves holding your hand and being by your side

Honestly doesn’t mind anything so long as he gets to do it with you

He’s a bit hyperactive and likes exploring different worlds with you or just finding fun games

Oh if you give him anything matching, like a shirt or necklace or smth- he sobs and cherishes it forever

Asks Terra and Aqua for help. The two chuckle at how their “baby Ven” is becoming a grown man. He then proceeds to whine and says he’s a man and they’re mean.

Loves going to Disney Town with you! It’s so fun!! Especially with your lifetime passes, random dates at DT are sure to happen.

Likes physical affection- hugging and holding hands is like the best thing to him. If you don’t want it though, he’s very understanding

Loves when you kiss him on the cheek or something. It sends his heart fluttering

Late night cuddling on the grass and watching the stars before falling asleep outside and waking up with a cold or miraculously waking up together in bed thanks to Terra carrying you two there

Sparring matches!! Then kissing and bandaging each other up!!

Fun rides on the keyblade glider!!

Likes to impress you with random things like fighting Terra or skateboarding so you can compliment him

Helped Aqua make you a Wayfinder so yours has some special Ventus flair!

Needs some positive affirmation from you and can sometimes be a bit needy.

Especially after all that’s happened, he can occasionally get nightmares and needs you to comfort him. He just wants to be in your arms when he’s afraid or sad

Occasionally that means going outside and staring at the stars and talking to each other, or just wrapped in each other’s arms.

He just adores you and thinks of you as his awesome partner, and he wants to be with you forever. He looks to you as his other half and can never thank you enough for being by his side

Xion

Sweet baby girl

Is so happy to be your girlfriend and admittedly wants to do the stereotypical romantic things

She’d enjoy the nice date night walks and random confessions of love

She is very much open and honest about her feelings, and will randomly just say how much she loves and cares for you

Also loves spoiling you with gifts

Although she’s open about verbal confessions, when it comes to physical affection, she gets super shy

Her face turns red when you hold her hand or kiss her

Much like Roxas, she does like quieter things, but she isn’t too formulaic or against being sporadic. If anything, she encourages it. Being surprised is thrilling to her. It reminds her she’s alive and it sends her heart racing

Pretty much the same with Roxas, doesn’t appreciate if you are mean to him or Axel.

She likes giving flowers or heartfelt notes! She’s very much a classic romantic

Xion loves hearing you talk about things you like. Something about you being excited makes her excited, and she is so happy about it.

Okay but if you were to princess carry her she’s just get so flustered and hide her face in your arms

Enjoys watching movies with you, Roxas, and Axel. Just you two leaning on each other while Axel and Roxas tease you two.

Also I think she’d love taking pictures and makes a scrapbook of all the things she’s experienced

That’s her special treasure and she just has so many pictures or items that you, Axel, and Roxas have given her. She looks through them when she’s alone and cried tears of joy that she is able to share this existence with you guys

When she’s sad, she immediately tries to cover her face in order to not cry. It just makes it worse and she starts sobbing. If you hold her and let her cry it out, she appreciates it so much.

She feels so safe with you and wants to protect you too.

Okay happy hc to end this- she loves wearing your stuff. Especially if it’s larger than her normal size, she likes getting snuggly. Sorry, she is a sweater stealer, and there’s nothing you can do about it cuz she looks so cute!!!

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