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n1ghtfurys · 3 days

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For the record

Mentions a toxic relationship

(Also I've never done this before so....yeah.)

“For the record this is self destructive” Soaps tone is flat, this has happened so much he's not even shocked anymore. Simon's mad over you, you have a fight, break up and he comes crawling back even when it's your fault. You make him stupid and it grates on Soap like nothing else, the fact that you don't like him doesn't help the situation much either.

“For the record I'm aware of that.” Ghost replies sounding exasperated, he knows you're bad for him. You like the attention you get, the way he fucks you when he comes back like he's hoping you'll see him as the only guy in the world and in a sense you do. You love him, you really do but you can't help yourself. When it's good it feels too good, so you fuck it up. You know it fucks with him and you know Soap hates you for it but you can't help it. You know one day he might not come back and that terrifies you, you're trying to stop it but old habits die hard right?.

Simon sighs and drags his hand over his face. He knows it's dumb to be so caught up in you but you get him and he can't explain it other than he loves you, loves being with you. Even the stupid bits where you decide you hate him, all the mood swings and screaming and shouting. The make up sex, the cuddling, the way you rake through his hair, how sweet your voice sounds, all of it.

Usually whenever you guys ‘fall out’ he spends the entire time fantasising about what he'll do when he gets back to you, that mixed with the fact that he was on deployment before your last spat has him reeling. He’s nothing if not pent up, the anger doesn't help either. He hasn't been able to get you out of his head, he's lost count of all of the wet dreams and the videos he's replayed. Some of them weren't even sexual, just videos of you smiling at him (from a vacation he took you on a while back).

He shifts his hips, trying to make the way his cock is chubbing up, again, from just the thought of you less noticeable.

“Si-” Soap begins but Simon cuts him off.

“For the record I've been picturing her body draped over the sofa wearing nothing but my mask.” He regrets it the minute he says it, he can't stop the way the idea of you like that makes him feel. How it makes his cock throb.

Soap rolls his eyes and makes an exasperated noise. “For the record.” He mimics clearly annoyed.

"I'm screwed." Simon knows he's right, he knows the two of you are toxic but he's addicted. Everything about you is so good, and maybe if he keeps coming back you'll realise that whatever fucked up reason you have for treating him like this isn't worth it.

Simon and Soap sit in a charged silence for a while before Soap appears to get sick of Simon's awkward fidgeting.

Simon gives him a grateful nod before Soap pauses at the door, “For the record, I think you should leave the lass, no matter how bonnie you think she is.”

They both know it fell on deaf ears, not only because he was too focused on how bad he wishes he could push his cock into you instead of his hand but also because they both know he's down bad.

The way Simon's palming at his cock the minute the door clicks shut is honestly pathetic, he wants you so bad it feels like he needs you. He dips into the grey joggers he has on and pulls his aching cock out and gives it a few fast tugs, before pushing his thumb over the tip and smudging the pearly bead of pre like you do.

He bucks up into his hand, your name falling out of his mouth as he imagines it's your soft hand wrapping around the base of his cock. As he wishes it was your tongue circling its sensitive head.

He drags his hand along the throbbing member remembering the way you clench around him. Envisioning your perfect form bouncing feverishly on his cock, milking him dry.

Before he knows it he's thrusting into his own fist, moaning your name over and over as if it will make his thoughts real while he spills over his knuckles. All while wishing he was cumming into your needy little cunt.

#cod smut #cod men #ghost #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #ghost smut #ghost x reader #drabble #smut #soap cod

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thedeviltohisangel · 3 days

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Interlude fluff idea of Cass celebrating Bucky’s birthday? Google tells me he’s born on September 8th which I think is around Episode 4 so I like the idea of she knows it’s happening without him telling her (she’s a spy after all….)

Oh I would love if Cass gets her hands on John's personnel file and never tells him but just casually mentions things to see if he notices or asks and she just bats her eyelashes and giggles and twists him around her finger a little more.

BIRTHDAY FLUFF!

I HC that Cass is actually really good in the kitchen so she definitely works to procure ingredients for a cake (in France or Belgium or Germany on her missions she is picking up odds and ends for it with him in mind) and she asks the local pub if she can borrow the kitchen for a night and John is always so thoughtful and romantic towards her I would love if the roles switched a little bit.

She has Gale bring him by and he thinks its for a night of drinking and dancing and the whole ride he's like "where's Cass, she's the only one I want to see on my birthday" and she had woken him up with her head under the sheets and he had fucked her while she was still warm from sleep and bathing in the rare english sunshine but he hadn't seen her since and he was desperate to hold her and kiss her.

John stands outside the pub and watches Gale leave with a smile and is about to chase after him when he hears the soft sounds of a record player coming from the pub. Now that he thinks about, he can smell something delicious too and there are candles on the tables that weren't there last time.

And Cass is in the doorway wearing a new dress that pushes her breasts up in a sinful way and her hair is bouncing as she reaches for his hand and she has on a little apron and it looks so domestic and beautiful that John thinks of retiring right then and there to ensure he would have this sight forever.

"Happy birthday, Flyboy." And he probably kisses the lipstick off her before they are even through the door and he's not sure to respond to the candles and the flowers and the glass of champagne she traded a resistance fighter for and "I know you probably wanted a big party or something but I haven't been able to cook or bake in so long and I thought it would be nice to-" and she's rambling because she's nervous he's silent because it's not what he wanted for his birthday and maybe she should have just let them all pass out drunk at the social club and-

"You cooked for me?"

"Tried my hand at pot roast. Said it's your favorite. Baked a cake too." And he WHINES and MEWLS as he kisses her and she's laughing at how eager he is to try and say how thankful he is for her and their corner of the world and his fingers are just about to unclip her stockings when a timer goes off.

"Ignore it, baby, I want you for dinner instead."

#john egan #masters of the air #john egan fanfiction #masters of the air fanfiction #mota #john egan x oc #answered #cass and bucky #john egan x reader

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demigods-posts · 2 months

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i have this headcanon that percy and annabeth are raging accidental flirts. but not with each other. like. they'll go to the coffee shop on fifteenth street. and compliment the barista on his hair and clothes and tip really well. but only for him. and they have no idea this boy is absolutely swooning over them. or. each time they to go the bakery downtown. they take the time to converse with the waitress at the counter as they eat her homemade muffins. and are incredibly vocal about how she's their favorite server. and how much they enjoy seeing her. and suddenly they're the only two customers that can get her services for free. except, they just think she's like that with everyone.

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rocktavian · 2 months

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One of the things I appreciate about Hollow Knight is the subtle distinctions in the design of each area of the map, and the way that those differences have such an impact on the moment-to-moment feel of being in those places.

What particularly resonates with me is the shades of difference between the three remotest major regions of the map: Deepnest, the Ancient Basin, and Kingdom's Edge. All three share an overall hostile and unsettling feeling, but their respective airs of menace manifest in different ways:

Deepnest wants you dead. Its tunnels are dark, mazelike, and claustrophobic, and when you're in them you're being hunted. Dirtcarvers attack from the ground, Little Weavers attack from the sky. You can't trust the floor to hold beneath your feet. You can't trust a corpse to stay dead. You can't trust your own reflection. Deepnest wants to back you into a corner and eat you and it will not let you forget it.

The Ancient Basin is dead. Airless, nearly empty, nearly silent. In most of the region, the only life you will see is Shadow Creepers, slow and mindless creatures that (per the Hunter's Journal) have never been known to eat or drink. If you dig deep enough you can find the vestiges of life – a lighthouse long abandoned, the vast emptiness where a palace once stood – but even these are few and far between. If the Ancient Basin were to blink into nonexistence, who but you would ever notice?

Kingdom's Edge does not care whether you live or die. Everything in this region is primal and inexorable. It's carved out of irregular cliff faces and yawning chasms over pits of acid. The Hoppers march incessantly forward, turning around occasionally but never stopping or changing their behavior; the Colosseum is equally perpetual, a continuous baying for blood that dumps its corpses ceaselessly into the pits below. Kingdom's Edge will not attack you, but nor will it protect you. Faced with the onslaught of Aspids and Belflies and stalactites, you can carve out a space (as Oro did), or you can get overwhelmed and succumb (as Markoth did). Either way – whether you live or you die – it's your own fault.

The experiences of being in each of these places is totally different. But all three give me that skin-crawling curiosity of "I'm not supposed to be here, but I can't look away."

#hollow knight #this idea has been bouncing around my head for a while but i think this is the first time i've finally expressed it all in writing

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cinnamon-flame · 16 days

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I'm trying to figure out a Winter design that I like, this one is okay but I feel like I can do better

#It just doesn't feel like him you know?#I feel like I should make him either all white with like frost pattern or a white to blue color point #we'll see this isn't the last you'll see of me trying to figure this guy out #I've been making little animated icons for my art fight profiles #and I wanted to test out how it would look on a wof design before I do them for my ocs #and Winter was the guy I had the most motivation for #I might do a little animated matching icons for Moon and Kinajou #that idea has been bouncing around in my head for a while #it would be cute #wof #wings of fire #icewing #wof winter #dragon #cinnamon's doodles

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angelcasendgame · 4 months

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This post by beloved @angelsdean is making me think a lot abt Dean + vulnerability, and how I'm reconsidering John's opinions on being openly emotional. And I used to think John would berate Dean for not being tough enough but these days, I think it comes from Dean not wanting to add to John's distress

This isn't to say John's never told Dean to put his emotions away, I'm sure he did at some point, esp with masculinity from the 80s to 2000s + the hunting community as a whole, but by in large, I don't think it's as cut and dry as John strictly telling Dean to "man up" or not show any emotions

In 1x09 Home, Dean calls John crying on the phone saying he's scared and he thinks the thing Mary killed is at the house, and I think if John outwardly berated Dean for being emotional, he would have rerecorded it to sound stoic/serious. I think what's more likely since John was so wrapped up in his own grief/distress, Dean's emotions were brushed past overtime and he stopped turning to John for for comfort/reassurance. And we see Dean and John both switch between father-son and drill sergeant-soldier mode, which doens't help

Growing up, Dean sees John struggling often with grief over losing Mary and the horrors of hunting, and not only has Dean comforted John about it, John has openly accepted the comfort!! And with Dean being forced to place himself between John and Sam constantly bickering, there wasn't enough space for him to show or priortize his own emotions so he simply remains as the Emotionally Supportive One while he (and John) neglect Dean's emotional needs

This isn't to say it's not neglect and abuse, it absolutely is!!! John never should have put Dean in this position where he's continuously comforting John because he doesn't have any adult friends to turn to for emotional support and makes his CHILD feel like he has to be the one to do it

And this is where Dean's facade comes from where he's reluctant to talk about his own stuff. When Dean says "no chick flick moments" in 1x01, it's because Sam is apologizing to Dean for how he spoke about Mary. And throughout the show, Dean shuts people down (mostly Sam lol, he does very easily open up to others) about wanting to talk about his own emotions but he doesn't express discomfort with listening, validating, and being there for others or making them feel uncomfortable for showing their own emotions, and that comes from years of experiences of supporting a super outwardly emotional John who isn't afraid to be vulnerable

#lots of rambling on little sleep i hope this makes sense kdjfhsgkjd #anyways thank you victoria!!!#john's neglect has been bouncing around my head for a while but i had no idea how to solidify my thoughts and your post was so perfect!!#<333 #renu rambles

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dysfunctionalcreature · 11 days

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yeah Feyd Rautha and femme!Paul having the most fucked up unhealthy straight relationship to ever exist is fun, but ya know what could be equally as fun in a completely different way? Feyd and Paul having a relationship so similar to the best parts of Jessica and Leto's relationship that it's almost uncanny. Jessica seeing herself in the lovestruck gaze with which Paul watches Feyd whenever she thinks no one else is looking. Or seeing Leto in Feyd's devotion to Paul, his unquestioning loyalty to her.

And maybe Jessica disappoints Leto by birthing a daughter, maybe their relationship grows uncomfortable and distant as a result. But Jessica knows she wouldn't change a thing, because she sees how happy Paul is ruling with her Harkonnen husband.

Jessica ruining (or at least straining) her own relationship with Leto, to give Paul the love and power filled life she deserves with Feyd Rautha

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rhiaemrys · 9 months

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Tim Drake, to me personally, is a selective genius. More accurately, he’s just an insanely fast learner when something even mildly interests him (typically something mentioned by Batman and/or Robin). Unfortunately this leads to weird and inconsistent gaps in his knowledge.

Like, for example, and referencing a post about him being unable to work computers I’ve made in the past, Tim learned all about PC hardware because Batman mentioned upgrading the Batcomputers specs once, which was then plastered across forums with the title of like “BATMAN SEEMS TO HAVE THE BUDGET OF NASA, IS THIS WHERE OUR TAX PAYER DOLLARS ARE REALLY GOING?” and Tim wanted to harness the power of the sun to create something similar. This led him down a rabbit hole, and now he can create a super computer from someone’s spare junk drawer. However, when it comes to installing software and actually using the PC beyond its basic functions? Uninteresting. The only reason he learned later on in his Robin career was because Barbra found his lack of ability to hack deeply concerning and decided to remedy it. She provided the proper motivation.

Other weird ass conversations include:

- Was able to deduce the strain of fear toxin that Damian was under, synthesize an antidote, and track Crane down to his warehouse at the Docks district within a three hour time period. (Bruce offhandedly mentioned that they should start writing down the effects of different fear toxins so that they could eventually identify which was which to make antidote administration easier, knowing it’d be an insane and labor intensive task that no one would really do because they were doing just fine currently. Tim promptly created a spreadsheet, copped the cowl footage, and got to work. He learned advanced chemistry for this, promptly bringing his barely passing grade up to an A within two months.)

- Once was able to list the entirety of Haley’s Circus lineup over the years, correctly identifying which performers had been kidnapped by the Court of Owls, yet couldn’t name a single United States president before the year of 2012. (Got embarrassingly into circus performances because y’know, Dick is his hero and so he memorized the entire history of Haley’s Circus so he’d always know who/where/what Dick was talking about when he referenced his time there)

- Word for Word reciting an obscure peace treaty for an ALIEN NATION, but wasn’t able to tell Dick what the Fibonacci sequence was. (Starfire is Tamaranian and Tim assumed that she and Dick would get married one day and he didn’t want to be insensitive so he hacked into the Green Lantern files that all the Earth Lanterns update and got to work researching. Even the stuff that only tangentially mentioned the planet and people)

#dc #batfamily #batfam #Tim Drake #red robin #Batman #robin #This also plays into the ‘I know of no personal boundaries’ bit that Tim has going on #Kid cannot be normal about anything least of all his favorite superheroes #Tim for when Jason’s been somewhat introduced back into the family read the entirety of Jane Austin’s works #He learned everything about ballet that he could for Cass #For Damian he dug so deep into the history of animal rescue and the mechanics of painting #In fact he actually learned everything he could about Goliath’s species so that he could talk to Damian about his new pet #His love language is knowing insanely detailed things about you and your hobbies #Tim ‘I can recite the entire history of this famous painter for Damian but couldn’t be bothered to make it past Calc in high school’ Drake #Tim ‘I know everything about cloning (both in human and our current knowledge of alien tech) so I can make sure Kon’s safe’ Drake #If you can’t tell I’m very much projecting #idk if this has been done before and sorry if it has but this idea has been bouncing around in my head for a while

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password-door-lock · 3 months

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If there’s one thing Unknown hates, it’s being predictable. He doesn’t like it when that redhead anticipates his next move and takes appropriate countermeasures, and he’s certainly not fond of the idea that you might believe you’ve got a handle on his typical behaviors. It’s odd for him to have anybody paying him this much attention in the first place— the Savior, after all, barely deigns to spare him a passing glance except as part of Mint Eye rituals or routine surveillance. Your attention in particular feels especially strange to Unknown— perhaps this is because your motivations are anything but malicious. It’s been clear from the beginning that your only goal is to make Unknown’s life easier, no matter how much stress he deliberately adds to yours.

Either way, he isn’t pleased when he sits down and you move to establish yourself in his lap before he can instruct you either way. Do you honestly believe that you have any idea what he wants? Do you genuinely think that you can get the upper hand in this situation so easily? Granted, yes, Unknown was planning on pulling you into his lap. He’s gotten used to the system that he established with you on the first day that you came to him: it’s simple, and it works. You sit on his lap, where he can keep an eye on you, and he cages you in with his arms while he works toward his revenge. Sometimes, he taunts you, and sometimes, you try to entertain him— most of the time, however, the pair of you just sit in silence. Perhaps he has become a bit predictable— well, he’ll have to do something about that.

“No,” he says as you settle into his lap. He has to fight the urge to pull you close— the desire to do so is a sign of weakness, and he needs to get rid of it before it overtakes him. You stop in your tracks, twisting around to look at him with confusion and, as soon as you’ve processed his latest utterance, springing up to stand beside his chair. Unknown has never seen you move so quickly, and he has to admit that he’s pleased with the effect that one single word from his lips can have on you.

“Oh my god,” you fall all over yourself, per usual— he thinks that you might genuinely feel guilty. Although perhaps he should feel a bit bad about it, Unknown can’t help but be entertained by the situation. “I’m so sorry. I thought— well, no, I should never have— I should have waited until you— well, if you— No. There’s no excuse. I’m sorry. Here, I’ll just go over th—“

Unknown stands up and gestures at his empty chair. Just that small movement from him is enough to shut you up mid-word. Who’s got the upper hand now, hm? “Sit down,” he orders. He has no interest in listening to your apology, anyway.

“Okay, sure,” you reply, obviously confused, though you follow his instructions nevertheless. Unknown can’t decide which he likes better— this demonstration of your loyalty or the baffled look on your face, which suits you far better than the smug smirk that you’ve been wearing around the intelligence room lately. If you truly thought you had him figured out, then you’ve got another thing coming.

Unknown takes the liberty of establishing himself on your lap. It’s strange, at first, feeling so surrounded by your warmth. It’s been a long time since he had a proper lay down in a proper bed, but he gets the feeling it’d be something like this— though maybe not as entertaining. “O-oh,” you say, somehow managing to stammer over a sigh. Unknown finds he likes that noise very much— he'll have to do what he can to ensure that you make it again. “Yeah, sure, okay.”

To be honest, Unknown can relate to that sentiment. Yeah, sure, okay— this wasn't what he initially intended to do at all. He certainly never fantasized about anything along these lines when he was following you around, and he definitely wouldn't have thought of it when he brought you to Magenta in the first place. But sitting on your lap seems to be an effective enough method of keeping you on your toes, at least at the moment, and Unknown is now beginning to understand why you like this position so much. Your thighs are comfortable, and it's nice, having your arms wrapped around him while he works. If he leans back and concentrates hard, he can feel your heart beating against his back, though that may have more to do with how flustered you are than with the position. “That's right,” Unknown purrs, smug as usual. “You should get used to this, assistant.”

“Okay,” you manage. “Holy shit.” Oh, yes— Unknown is going to enjoy this very much.

#I have had a very rough couple of weeks #But this idea has been bouncing around in my head for a while so here it is #mystic messenger #mystic messenger drabble #choi saeran #saeran choi #unknown mystic messenger

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sableeira · 1 year

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“What an unfortunate role you are required to play” — Osamu Dazai, A New Hamlet

Dazai as Ophelia by John Everett Millais

#this idea has been bouncing around my head like the dvd logo on the screensaver for a while now #and it finally hit the corner so here it is #I have always been a Hamlet girlie so this was a must #bungou stray dogs #bungo stray dogs #bsd fanart #bsd osamu dazai #osamu dazai #dazai #bsd dazai #bsd #I had a skk fanfic idea in mind with a scene that would’ve paid homage to this but I’m not a writer so I never pulled through with the idea #that’s why I drew this instead even if Rendering the environment was a painful process #tw death #tw suicide #<- to be safe tho in my mind he isn’t dead it’s just business as usual y’know #my art

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catboyfever · 1 year

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"The Love Bug" - Rabbit/Tigger Fluff

Tigger shows up at Rabbit's house sick as can be, convinced he's not got a cold but a "Love Bug" for Rabbit. Rabbit takes care of him as best he can while powering through Tigger's seemingly nonsensical ramblings. I had a lottt of fun writing this one, I'm an absolute sucker for scenarios like this. I hope you enjoy :3.

Windstorms were nothing new to the hundred acre wood. In fact, Rabbit treasured a good night inside. Alone, warm, safe from the winds. A pot of vegetable soup was simmering on the stove, he had a cup of black tea with just the perfect amount of sugar. He sat down in front of his fireplace, cup in hand, ready to unwind… when a dull knock at his door interrupted him. Rabbit sighed, set the cup of tea down on the ottoman in front of his chair. As he walked towards his door, he wondered who would be foolhardy enough to venture out in a storm like this. He opened the door and who stood in the doorway shivering like the leaves that flew off the trees? None other than Tigger.

“Tigger! What are you doing out in a storm like this?! Are you trying to catch a cold!?” Rabbit shouted.

Rabbit opened his mouth to start lecturing him again but stopped as he noticed something was amiss. He was still standing on his own two feet and Tigger hadn’t even tried to bounce him. In fact Tigger didn’t even reply to him at first. He took a long look at the tiger. His tail was dragging behind him on the ground, his cheeks were bright red and his eyes looked sunken in. He looked dreadful.

“Tigger… are you alright?” Rabbit asked, softening his tone of voice.

Tigger simply shuffled into the house. Rabbit closed the door gently behind him, leading him to the chair by the fireplace. Tigger sunk into the cushy chair, shivering even as the heat from the fire radiated onto him.

“My word… you’re sick as a dog. Why in the world did you walk all the way over here? Shouldn’t you be resting?” Rabbit asked as he stepped away to retrieve a blanket for the poor tiger.

“I’m n-not sick like I usually get, Ra-Ra.” Tigger finally spoke up, punctuating his sentence with a sneeze. “Yes, it’s much worse. I can see that.” Rabbit said. He spread the blanket out, neatly tucking the soft, fuzzy covers over Tigger as he warmed himself by the fire.

“No, no you got it all wrong! I’m not sick. I got b-bit by the love bug!” Tigger proclaimed.

Rabbit brought a hand to Tigger’s forehead and sighed. “You’re burning up, you can’t be thinking straight.”

“I mean it! I woke up this morning feeling something dreadful… absolutely miserabible. But all I could think about was you, all afternoon. S-So that’s why I had to come see ya!” Tigger sneezed again, prompting Rabbit to set a box of tissues on his lap.

Still unconvinced that anything Tigger said was genuine, Rabbit continued to make sure he had things in order to make Tigger comfortable. The soup was nearly done. Tigger’s timing was always impeccable one way or another.

“So you woke up feeling ill and you thought of me. What’s that supposed to prove? You probably knew I’d be the one best suited to help nurse you back to health is all.” Rabbit said.

Rabbit switched his stove off, ladling a healthy portion of the veggie soup into a bowl. He took a seat on the ottoman and sat facing Tigger. He kept staring at him with focus like he’d never seen before. He had a dreamy look in his eyes… Rabbit didn’t know what he could be thinking in that silly head of his.

“Do you think you can eat on your own?” Rabbit asked.

“Well, how am I supposed to eat if you tucked me in all snuglike?” Tigger asked.

Rabbit rolled his eyes. Even stricken will illness Tigger couldn’t keep his mouth shut. Rabbit gingerly raised a spoon to Tigger’s mouth, feeling a smile tug at his lips as the tiger ate and purred. He could imagine the soup was doing wonders to warm him up.

“You got real pretty eyes, Ra-Ra.” Tigger said as Rabbit drew the spoon back into the bowl.

Rabbit shrugged. “Yes, yes. You’re going to have to play up this whole ‘love bug’ act if you want me to believe a word of it.”

“I mean it! Usually I only get to see you looking kinda angry. You look sweeter than honey right now, doing all this for me.”

Rabbit’s face started to mirror Tigger’s as he looked down at the bowl.

“Oh! Look at that, empty. I better go wash this up.” Rabbit said before hastily walking back to the kitchen.

He’s totally out of it, don’t take what he says seriously. Rabbit thought to himself. Rabbit took his sweet time, really scrubbing the bowl as clean as he possibly could. Tigger had just eaten out of it after all! He had to be sure it was extra clean so he wouldn’t get sick. That’s what he told himself as he bought more time to regain his composure. Rabbit made his way back to Tigger who was gazing into the fire, his tail swaying lazily behind him.

“Alright, you’ve eaten. I’ll let you have the bed tonight, I’m not about to make you walk all the way home… However, if you’re going to be sleeping in my bed. I’m giving you a bath first.” Rabbit said.

He expected shouts of protest, bargaining, even a sudden surge in energy that led Tigger to bounce right back to his house. He never expected to hear:

“Okiedoke, Long Ears. It’s your bed after all.”

Rabbit’s eyes snapped to Tigger and studied him. He just had that dreamy look on his face, like his mind was a mile away. A mile away and full of thoughts about… him. He shook his head.

“Oh, I-I… I mean it! A really good scrubbing! I-It helps you get better faster, getting all the grime off of you.” Rabbit said.

Tigger was unfazed. “Well, sure! If it’ll help me feel better.”

Now Rabbit was truly worried. Rather he was far, far sicker than he was letting on or this… ridiculous notion of some sort of “Love Bug” was true. He couldn’t think of a world in which Tigger agreed to a bath. While Rabbit’s brain worked overtime trying to make sense of the situation Tigger was a lump on the couch, head in the clouds. Rabbit brought the washbasin into the living room and began to boil water for the bath. Once it was heated up, he poured the pots of hot water into the basin and filled the rest with cool water until a hot and steamy, but comfortable bath was filled. Once it was filled Tigger unwrapped the blankets from around himself and slowly got to his feet. A few shaky steps later, he was sinking into the tub. He let out a long, deep sigh as the hot water surrounded him.

Rabbit approached the tub like it would explode if he walked too fast. Some part of him expected Tigger to leap out of the tub at any moment, but he only seemed to grow more lax as he stood behind him and began to scrub the tiger’s fur with a soft brush. Beneath his gentle scrubbing, he felt Tigger’s muscles relaxing.

“You’d go and do all this for me… No wonder this ol’ love bug’s got me thinking of you.” Tigger mumbled.

Rabbit sighed. He’d never been so close to Tigger before. Well, not like this anyway. The tiger’s body was usually a blur of motion. To see him relax like this was a rare sight. As Rabbit scrubbed Tigger’s back, he seemed to tense up just a bit as he drew closer to his tail. Rabbit decided to get back at the silly tiger by teasing him some. He set the brush aside and stroke up the length of Tigger’s tail from the base to the black tip, eliciting a shaky sigh from him.

“C-Careful, Bunny Boy! My tail’s real sensitive ya know?” Tigger shuddered.

“Oh I’m just trying to get it clean! You dragged it on the ground the whole way over here.” Rabbit said.

He let his fingers run over the length of his tail one last time before he let Tigger have some reprieve. He was still sick after all, so he shouldn't push him so much.

Finally, Rabbit poured water over Tigger, rinsing off the bubbles. Tigger stood from the tub and Rabbit gently worked a towel into his damp fur until it was reasonably dry. While Rabbit rubbed the soft, warm towel over him, Tigger purred like a motorboat. With Tigger fed and clean, it was time to get him the rest he needed. Rabbit led Tigger to his bed.

“Well, there it is. I’ll be on the chair by the fireplace so don’t hesitate to yell if you need something.” Rabbit said.

Tigger slinked into the bed, sliding under the soft comforter and making himself comfy with one of Rabbit’s feather pillows. Rabbit turned to leave when Tigger suddenly called out.

“Wait!” Rabbit turned to face Tigger, raising his eyebrows.

“Can you… I mean… You’re not just gonna leave me alone, are ya?” Tigger asked.

“Tigger, you’re sick. If I spend the night here with you I’m certain to fall ill tomorrow.” Rabbit crossed his arms.

“Oh c’mon, Bunny Boy. Please? I can’t sleep without you around.” Tigger pleaded.

Rabbit stared at him. He knew if he got into that bed and lay with Tigger, he’d certainly get sick. He knew he should just ignore his pleas, go back to his chair and tomorrow Tigger would wake up with his senses about him. Yes, he should have just went back to his chair.

“...Fine.” Rabbit mumbled.

If Tigger was in good health he would’ve bounced right through the ceiling. Instead though, he saved what little strength he had left to cling to Rabbit the moment he slipped beneath the covers to join him. Rabbit sighed as he settled into the embrace. Tigger was holding onto him for dear life, like he was worried if he wasn’t hanging on, Rabbit would disappear. His body was like a radiator, warming the blanket and Rabbit himself as he lay there. Tigger was purring so hard it actually sent tiny vibrations through Rabbit’s body. He fell asleep quickly, almost forgetting why he was reluctant to lay with him in the first place.

The next morning the reminder of why he had hesitated so much hit him like a truck. Rabbit’s head was pounding, his body felt hot and heavy as molten iron and to make it all worse… a very energetic Tigger was standing over his bed with a plate of toast in hand.

“Mornin’, Long Ears! Man you were a lifesaver last night! I feel like a million buckaroos!” Tigger exclaimed

Rabbit glared at him and took a deep breath before screaming.

“TIGGER!!!!!!!!!”

Any smart resident of the woods would’ve been sent running. Ordinarily anyway. Tigger knew Rabbit needed his help, despite how upset he was. So he spent the entire day mirroring the care the Rabbit had given him. He cooked meals, cleaned up around the house, he even managed to reheat the soup from last night without burning the house down! By the time night came, and Rabbit was fast asleep in his bed, Tigger walked out of the house, gently closing Rabbit’s front door behind him. The memories of the night Rabbit cared for him were vivid in his mind. Though it was silly before, Tigger bounced away thinking to himself that now, maybe he really had caught the love bug for ol’ Long Ears.

#rabbit (wtp)#rabbit wtp #wtp rabbit #winnie the pooh #winnie the pooh rabbit #tigger #winnie the pooh tigger #rabger #rabbit/tigger #fanfic #fan fiction #fluff #This idea has been bouncing around in my head for a while now tbhh #I'm glad I got around to finally writing it

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thinking about my post-canon gardener dean au and i’m just. thinking about him mending his own clothes??

on the road he got to be passable at hand-sewing a small repair. patching up sam’s jeans when he knew they wouldn’t be able to replace them anytime soon. stitching up the holes in their socks until they practically fell apart, mending the torn hem of a jacket. and it’s always been a necessity. always something that he tried to keep on the down-low, despite the need. didn’t want john to look at him sideways the way he sometimes did when he was washing the dishes or ruffling sammy’s hair with a too-soft smile

but post-canon... when he starts gardening... when he starts fixing up his own house. cooking his own homemade meals every night... well. one night the edge of his apron catches on the corner of a cupboard door and tears and what? he’s not gonna fix it himself? he likes this apron. likes the way it keeps him clean. so. yeah. he rummages around for the sewing needle he has tucked away in an old duffle somewhere and sits down and cradles the cloth in his hands and looks down at the needle and just. pauses for a minute. the stitches end up rough and uneven and there’s scraggly strings leftover but it’s fixed. and he was the one to do it. so.

he starts noticing when he rips a flannel or when his pants start to wear through or any number of other small things and he gathers them up at the end of the week and settles into his armchair and bends down over his work. and when it’s done? when it’s done he looks down at his handiwork and something catches in his throat. something like pride.

it’s just hand-sewing at first. pricked fingertips and rough hands on cloth. hunched in his chair and biting through the thread with his teeth. just for mending. just what’s necessary. just hand-sewing until one day it’s not. until one day he thinks about making himself another apron that fits a little better or that’s a different colour, and really it’s just smarter that way because he won’t have to buy one–

he picks up a worn-down sewing machine from a garage sale one day and takes it home and his hands itch when he sets it down. he doesn’t look at it again for three weeks but then he tugs it up onto his table and thinks screw it.

he starts working on cutting and measuring patches of cloth for a quilt that night

#thee garden idea #living up to my ao3 name FINALLY #this has been bouncing around my head one way or another for AGES #and while dean is by FAR not the only sewing person in my SewingNatural hc. he is the one i'm thinking about right now #timothy's txts.#dean winchester #spn #supernatural #DEAN MAKING THINGS FOR HIMSELF!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! CRYING #sewingnatural posting🪡🧵#posts of favoured insanity😵‍💫💕

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