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sketch-cat · 2 days
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eiswolfzero · 29 days
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I didn't think I'd draw more of this but it also won't leave my mind....
AJ's the first to go!!
Let's look at the stages:
Stage 0: Healthy, normal, AJ is strong and we love her
Stage 1: Harvest Season started and AJ discovered a strange bruise on her chest.
It couldn't mean much though, she must have brushed past a tree or some wood and irritated the skin. It happens. Apples must be harvested!
Stage 2: The bruise is spreading and somehow she's getting clumsier. She keeps falling over the littliest things and one time Bic Mac had to get her out of a tree.
A tree! How she managed to get stuck there by her hind hoof is still a mystery to her (but are the apples sweeter these days? She ought to ask Granny Smith)
Stage 3: Whatever the bruise is, it's not leaving and taking on big proportions. Her clumsiness doesn't go away and she keeps ponies where her friends are.
She'd rather eat the apples than harvest them and...why does Twilight keep visiting her? Twilight is asking her the strangest questions and..isn't she supposed to do something?
Surely, if it was important, she would remember.
Stage 4: AJ is gone and keeps insisting on being called Applejack.
She doesn't recognize the big pony in the mirror and her hair is too long. Sparkler keeps having a fit that she cut it but she feels better now.
Her body still feels to big but it's alright, she can knock all the apples out of the trees as she wants now! It's also quite a delight to find these sweet little ponies around her who call her sister and let her lie between the apple trees. Truly, despite the weird behavior around her, she's quite happy where she is!
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They keep her at the apple farm to have an eye on her. She's the first one Twilight tries out her possible cures but so far nothing worked.
If only Celestias notes wouldn't be so confusing these days.
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So I have an idea for Celestia too but still not sure if I'll draw more haha.
Love it tho!
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bakubunny · 5 months
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Slayyyy happy almost birthday bunny 🫶 it’s your bday but you are giving us the gift of your writing? I’ll take it.
I am on my knees asking for a fic where pro hero Kiri teaches pro hero Bakugo how to fuck reader 🤲
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a/n: thank you so much for this. 😮‍💨 it was a fun one. i got carried away for sure haha. hope it was worth the wait!
wc: 2.4k 💀
tags: aged up characters; bf!kiri; best friend!bkg; f!reader; established relationship; oral sex (m receiving); deep throating; mfm with a lil m/m action; fingering (f receiving); overstimulation; unprotected sex; creampies; sloppy seconds; katsuki has a bit of a praise kink; katsuki’s a little subby but not really; eijiro takes control
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You weren’t sure how you ended up naked between your boyfriend and your best friend, but you did.
Okay, well, you knew; you were there at the boys’ shared apartment when the topic of Katsuki’s sex life (or lack thereof) came up in conversation. Still a virgin in his late twenties, he’d focused solely on his career to the point of having a small number of relationships he’d intended to be serious, but they never took off.
Without hesitation, Eijiro said, “We’re here if you wanna see what the fuss is all about. I could show you how.”
Your eyes widened a little as you looked at Eijiro.
Katsuki’s face flushed down to his chest. “I-I don’t need you to show me how,” he sputtered. “I know what a fucking pussy looks like, give me some credit.”
Eijiro grinned, a glint in his eye. “Yeah, bro, but sex is a lot more than knowing where your dick goes. Isn’t that right, baby?” he said, turning to you.
His hand slid around your body as he pulled you into him, trying to gauge your reaction. A flush had washed over your cheeks as well; Eijiro knew you thought Katsuki was attractive and teased you about it every once in a while, but you never thought he’d suggest this.
“It-it is, yeah,” you replied.
“Have you even had your cock sucked before?” Eijiro said.
Katsuki’s face reddened further as he futzed with his hands. “Once,” he mumbled.
“So that was the only time?”
“Yes, shitty hair, the one time you sucked my dick was the single fucking time I’ve gotten a blowjob,” Katsuki spat. “Fuck, you’re so damn irritating.”
You held in a laugh at his response until Eijiro fired back.
“That can change. There’s a pretty little cock sucker right here, and I’d say she’s damn good,” he said.
“Ei!” You gave him a shoulder check, eyes wide.
“What? You know it’s true. I’m just trying to help a bro out, here,” Eijiro replied.
“Tch. He’s too nice. I doubt you’re that good,” Katsuki said under his breath.
Your brows raised as you spoke. “Oh, is that what you think? Fine.” You grabbed a throw pillow from the couch and put it on the floor. “Come here.”
Katsuki looked at you like you’d gone crazy while Eijiro’s grin grew.
“Now,” you demanded.
Slightly surprised by your tone, you could see both a hint of anger and timidity in his expression. But as you kneeled on the pillow, he walked towards you.
“Are you fucking serious right now?” Katsuki asked.
“Yes. Get your dick out.”
He hesitated. You could see the flurry of thoughts running through his head as he looked at Eijiro and down to you.
“Kats, I’ve known you for what, ten years now?” you said. “If I didn’t want this, I wouldn’t do it. Do you want a blowjob or not?”
Katsuki’s cheeks flushed again as he reached for his belt, mumbling under his breath. Maybe it was the nerves, but he was still soft when he pulled his pants and boxer briefs down. The scent of clean sweat and burnt sugar hit your nose first. Your eyes fluttered for a moment, drinking in the sight of his thick, soft cock hanging down over heavy balls. Even soft, he was still a little bigger than most guys when they’re fully hard.
“What?” he spat nervously. “Not big enough for you or somethin’?”
Eijiro caught the look in your eye, glazed over with want. “Nah, dude. Look at her.”
Staring him in the eye, Katsuki seemed to get it as a grin drew across his lips.
You leaned in, lips grazing his cock as you spoke. “Wipe that fucking smirk off your face. I doubt you’ll last more than a minute,” you teased.
His jaw clenched and you grinned taking his cock between your lips. Katsuki’s dick quickly grew in your mouth until you had to bring up a hand to support the weight and size. You sucked his cock as you let saliva pool into your mouth, spitting on his shaft every now and then to get the slick movement you needed in your mouth and under your fingers.
Katsuki huffed and panted with flushed cheeks, body tense as he watched you work. By the time he was fully hard, you could get a hand around him, but not by much. He was probably a solid eight inches if you had to guess, a little bit longer and not as thick as the dick you were well acquainted with. The same dick you could see visibly bulging in Eijiro’s shorts as he stood next to Katsuki and watched.
“Fuck, baby, you’re so pretty, doing such a good job,” Eijiro said, his voice warm and sweet.
You felt Katsuki throb between your lips as Eijiro reached out to run a hand over your head.
A shiver slid down your back as your eyes fluttered shut for a moment. “Shush, you. You’re gonna make him cum and I’m just getting started.”
Before Katsuki could protest, you started working his shaft slowly in long strokes, one hand twisting and stroking just below your lips as you used your tongue to massage the vein on the underside of his cock. You let his cock hit your throat before pulling out almost entirely and sunk back down again and again.
Katsuki’s head fell back and he whined a soft, “Holy fuck, shit, fuck.”
You felt his thigh tremble slightly under your free hand and stopped. He panted.
“If you’re gonna insult my cock sucking skills, you’re gonna watch me when I prove you wrong,” you said. “Dunno if I should continue though. I’m not sure you like it. You’re pretty quiet.”
His head snapped forward and he looked you in the eye, full of hunger and a thread of desperation, fists clenched tight. “Please,” he whispered.
You grinned and stroked the head of his cock. Another groan left his lips.
“Please, what, Kats?”
Frustration built on his face. It was hidden by a little anxiety, but you could see his desire to let anger take control from you. You waited for him to swallow his pride.
“Suck my cock. Please suck my cock,” he said.
You kissed his red, angry tip. “That’s what I like to hear.”
Katsuki moaned as you took him back in your mouth, working his shaft again without moving too quickly to be just a little nice. You grabbed his hand and putting it on the back of your head.
“I’m gonna take a breath, and when I look up, you push a little. You’re not gonna hurt me. I’ll push myself off if I need you to stop.”
You caught Eijiro flushed and grinning, palming his bulge through his shorts in the corner of your eye and tried not to smile too hard when you saw Katsuki’s wide eyes before you looked away. As promised, you took a good breath and looked up before sinking his cock between your slack jawed lips, pushing further when he hit the back of your mouth. After a couple of tries, he slipped down your throat and you sunk until your nose pressed into the wirey blond hair at the base of his dick. Katsuki groaned and watched in disbelief as your eyes watered and rolled in pleasure, a shudder running down your back.
“Oh fuck, shit, I’m gon-” He was cut off with a whining moan as he came.
You bobbed your head and gently massaged his balls as he throbbed, shooting his load down your throat. You pulled off with a gasp, drool on your chin and tears in your eyes. Katsuki stepped back and a familiar, callused hand pulled you into his groin. You whimpered.
“Ei, really?” you said.
“Yeah, baby. You look so fucking pretty, I need more of you. Show him what a good girl you are, hmm?”
You sighed. “You’re lucky I love you and your dick.”
Eijiro pulled his shorts down and you greedily made quick work of getting him off. The feeling of his hands in your hair amplified every little sensation of pleasure, though it was brief.
You took Eijiro’s offered hand to stand and wiped your chin as you turned to Katsuki. “Now, what have we learned?” you teased.
“I was fucking wrong, okay? And…” his voice fell quiet. “Maybe I’d be okay with learnin’ a thing or two.”
A shared look with Eijiro told you he was far more excited about this than he should be.
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Eijiro held you as you leaned back into his chest, his arms wrapped around you. Katsuki awkwardly lined his dick up with your wet cunt.
“Don’t push in right away, tease her a little bit,” he said.
You whimpered. Eijiro and Katsuki had already done that plenty between the two of them; two pairs of hands wandering your body, two pairs of lips tracing their way across your skin, one that felt like home and another that was nervous and unpracticed but greedy. Two hands that took turns fingering your achy cunt until Katsuki was able to pull you over the edge as you shook and clenched around his hand, and Eijiro had worked worked you back up immediately after despite your protests from overstimulation.
The head of Katsuki’s dick ran over your clit. You whined again as pleasure washed over you.
“Kats, c’mon please?”
Before Eijiro could stop him, Katsuki was sinking the head of his cock into your heat as you both groaned. He panted heavily and a shaky whine left his throat. Katsuki throbbed inside of you as he pushed in slowly, so overwhelmed by the tight, velvety feeling wrapped around his cock that he almost came when he bottomed out, hips meeting yours. He hadn’t even moved yet and his head was spinning.
Eijiro’s dick twitched against your back. “That’s it, just go slow. You look so fucking good,” he said.
Katsuki throbbed again and his grip on your body tightened. “Shut the fuck up, shitty hair. I’m tryna fuck your girlfriend.”
“You want my help or not?” The grin plastered on his face was almost smug.
“Don’t need your fuckin’ comments,” Katsuki replied.
He waited for his head to stop swirling a little before trying with short, tentative thrusts that started slow and got faster before he stopped. Katsuki paused to keep himself from losing his mind and started again. Though it wasn’t much movement, he was so big that it still made you whine as Eijiro groped and teased your tits.
“H-harder,” you said.
He pushed his hips deeper without really pulling out. Katsuki couldn’t think beyond the grip of your cunt, wasn’t sure if he’d actually be able to fuck you and if he kept this train of thoughts going, he’d probably go soft and look like a huge fucking idiot. He was stuck in his head when Eijiro pulled his head together.
“Bro, relax. You’re doing just fine,” Eijiro said. “Pull out more before you thrust.”
Katsuki’s thrust, though tentative, changed to one that was long and dragged against your sweet spot. He pulled a gasp from you once he got the hang of it, fucking you harder with each snap of his hips.
“That’s it. Fuck that pretty pussy like you mean it,” Eijiro said, a heated roughness settling into his voice.
Katsuki grunted with a hint of frustration, his thrusts getting continually harder as you moaned, skin slapping on skin slowly filling the room. “Wha’d I say about the damn talkin’?”
“You like it,” you said.
“Shut yer fuckin’ mouth,” he replied, articulating it with a hard thrust. “You don’t know what I like.”
Eijiro grabbed Katsuki by the face and leaned in a little. “No, but I do. C’mon, Kats, make her take your fucking cock.”
Katsuki groaned louder than you expected at Eijiro’s slight show of dominance, his thrusts getting sloppy as a shudder ran down your back.
“That’s it, such a good boy,” Eijiro said. “Gonna fill that pretty cunt for me, aren’t you?”
Katsuki moaned as heat flooded your core and you whined in return, not quite close enough to get off before his hips softened and slowed to a stop.
“Fuck you, dickhead,” Katsuki grumbled, no malice behind his words.
“Don’t tempt me,” he replied. “Get out of the way and I’ll show you how it’s really done. Ass up, princess.”
Cum slid down your ass when Katsuki pulled out. You turned over and laid yourself on Katsuki’s chest, back arched and waiting while Eijiro got behind you. He gave your ass a playful smack as he started down at your messy cunt.
“Fuck, you look so perfect like this. Should get you covered in Kats’ cum more often,” he said.
“Baby, will you please just - oh fuck-”
Eijiro grabbed you by the hips and pushed in without warning, his girth a welcome change. The weight of his hips pounded into you as you moaned, eyes rolling as Katsuki watched. Just the pressure of Eijiro’s hips hitting yours had you coming undone as he pulled you up and into him, fucking a deep, tender spot that made you see stars.
“Tch. Y’really like gettin’ fucked hard, huh?” Katsuki said.
You managed a groan of approval, already too lost in pleasure to form a coherent response, the wet sound of Eijiro’s balls clapping against your clit filling your head.
“You’re so cute when you’re getting fucked stupid like this. Can’t even speak,” Eijiro said.
Eijiro’s fingertips dug into your hips, a grunt on his lips. Your legs started to shake, shockwaves of pleasure washing over you.
“Kiss him, baby,” he demanded.
Weakly, you pushed yourself and leaned in towards Katsuki’s face. He grabbed you, kissing you hard, the smoothness of his tongue amplifying the electric feeling on your skin. Eijiro reached down and rubbed circles into your clit. You moaned into Katsuki’s mouth, your vision going white as a shudder rippled down your body and you came, your core fluttering and clenching hard. Eijiro fucked you through your orgasm with a heavy groan as he came with you, filling you with his seed.
Still inside you, Eijiro collapsed and held you in his arms next to Katsuki. “We’re definitely doing this again.”
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quilldesignz · 5 months
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They're not 80s rock band style, but I am really curious to see what their band skins might look like
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makemonymoo · 6 months
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Okay but like. An eldritch horror you summon as a last resort to solve a problem suspends you over the altar you summoned it from and fucks you with its tentacles while it mocks you for thinking it might help you
You’ve made a mistake.
The thought has no sooner crossed your mind when you hear mocking laughter. It seems to come from every direction, and an unnatural wind begins to build, whipping your hair in about your face.
The ancient tome you’d used to summon the creature emits an unholy glow, and you reach out to slam it shut in the hopes of stopping whatever’s happening. Your hand is jerked roughly behind your back by some invisible force.
“At last,” a loud voice booms. “I am free.”
You swallow hard, icy fear crawling across your skin. But you summoned the creature for a reason. You gather your flagging courage and speak up.
“And it is I who freed you.”
The wind picks up. For a moment, there is nothing but silence. And then…
The pages of the tome flutter briefly. And the tip of a tentacle emerges from the book, first one, then another, so many you lose count. Some of the tentacles are slender, no wider than your pinky. Others are thicker than your thigh.
Terror spikes through you as they surround you. You feel them creeping across your skin, curving around your waist and between your legs. They leave a trail of slick behind as they slide over you. Beneath the fear, there’s the faint flicker of something else. Something you wilfully ignore.
“I need your help,” you tell the creature, even as more tentacles encircle you. “I need—”
Your words are cut off by a thunder-like crack of laughter.
“You are in no position to make demands,” the voice rumbles.
“But the book—”
“Was written to lure foolish mortals like you into my web.”
Oh, no.
Horror and helplessness wash over you, and you swallow back the lump in your throat. A single tear tracks down your cheek.
“Not to worry, little one,” the monstrous voice croons. “Soon, you’ll forget all your worries.”
By now, the tentacles are everywhere, they’ve wrapped around your middle and encircled your wrists and ankles. A startled cry escapes you as your legs are spread and you’re lifted off your feet.
“What are you doing?!”
More mocking laughter echoes through the room.
“Why, giving you your reward, of course.”
You open your mouth—to scream in protest, to demand your release, you don’t know—when a tentacle shoves its way passed your lips. It’s slick and the taste is strange, almost too sweet. You rear back, but the tentacle follows, refusing to let you pull away.
The faint flicker from before burns brighter, even as the fear crests.
You wriggle and twist, attempting to clench your thighs together. The creature pays you no mind. While some of the more slender tentacles have slipped beneath your clothing to tease across your sensitive skin, the thicker ones tug impatiently at the material separating it from your body. With one sharp tug, one of the largest tentacles rips away the crotch of your jeans.
No!
You struggle harder now, even as the tentacle in your mouth presses in deeper. It’s hitting the back of your throat now. You’re getting used to the taste of it, and a fog creeps along the edges of your mind.
Why are you fighting?
The thought makes you hesitate, just for a moment. That’s all the time the creature needs to tear your shirt off, exposing your chest to the cool air. Your nipples immediately pucker as the wind seems to pick up.
No, you need to get away, get back home. This isn’t what you want.
But it’s getting harder and harder to remember that. The slick touch of so many tentacles glides over your skin, making it glisten in the strange light from the tome. The smaller limbs seem to be seeking out all your most sensitive spots. They take turns flicking over your nipples; two have made their way down to your throbbing clit, flicking over it in a way that makes you shudder.
You close your eyes. You need to concentrate. You need to—
The tentacle in your mouth is delicious. The slickness is sweet and thick like honey as it trickles down your throat. Maybe. Maybe you should just make the best of a bad situation. Trick the beast into thinking you’ve acquiesced so that it will loosen its hold so you can flee.
Yes. That’s what you’ll do.
You begin to suck, accepting the tentacle deeper down your throat.
Lost in the haze of pleasure, you don’t pay much attention to the voice rumbling around you. The distant part of your mind that’s still working congratulates yourself on your cunning. Clearly, your plan is worki—
A large tentacle pushes into your soaking cunt. Your shocked cry is muffled by the tentacle in your mouth. This appendage is thick, as thick as your wrist, and your eyes water as it presses deeply inside of you. It’s huge. Bigger than anything you’ve ever had inside you before. You squirm. to get away or take more of it, you’re not sure.
“Yes,” the creature says. “This is what you need.”
You’re distantly aware of the edge of the altar digging into your hips, it’s hard enough to bruise. When had you gotten so close? The light from the tome is blinding now, making you squeeze your eyes shut.
The tentacle in your mouth is secreting even more liquid now, enough that you can’t swallow it all. You can feel some of it leaking out from between your lips. A heartbroken sound escapes you at the waste. Maybe if you took it deeper…?
You’re still fighting the beast, but now you’re struggling to spread your legs wider, for the tentacle in your cunt to fuck you harder. This was why you’d summoned the creature, wasn’t it? This was what you were made for. To accept the tentacle probing at your puckered hole and to gag on the one in your mouth.
To cum on the tentacle that’s making your stomach bulge.
“Little whore,” the creature purrs. “You’ll be thanking me by the time we’re through.”
You find yourself hoping that won’t be for a very long time.
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“Raph!”
Don’s voice sounded borderline frantic as soon as the communication cut off. But it was also smothered by an undertone of something Raph couldn’t identify. There were definitely at least two other people that had gotten roped into their mess via mistaken identity. Which meant something else rather obvious yet critically important. “I know genius. More mutant turtles,” Raph responded, already trying to figure out how to get all of them back, not just their brother.
“No-” Don corrected, then broke off partially to correct himself. “I mean yes, they are, but- nevermind. Raph, they’re kids.” Don’s emphasis was accompanied by raised hands as though he wanted to shake Raph, who was mildly surprised at what had actually caught his science nerd brother’s attention this time
“........... Okay normally I’m the one getting attached to kids on first sight,” Raph teased with a slight grin. “Don’t worry, I definitely noticed that too. We’ll get them back. But first let’s make sure Mikey didn’t get snatched as well. Why don’t you start tracking Augustine down while I call him?”
“Got it,” Don nodded, rushing off to half leap into his well cushioned chair by the computer.
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So this sequence of pics actually smacked me in the brain in the middle of drawing my better genes comic way back in february. And getting around to drawing Rise Mikey on Raph's lap motivated me to go back and finish this one as a sprinkle of context X'D
8 | I was reading too many Rise + 2012 crossovers, but I don't know 2012 at all, so eventually brain decided to smack the 2003 boys in there instead.
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jazzkolart · 7 months
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Trying to figure out how to draw the trailblazer squad but just a lil bit more silly looking aka i need a reference for future potential projects so here they are!
Ive tried to keep their outfits close to the canon, just changed their body shapes and heights a bit.
Some close ups below:
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v-itriolage · 6 months
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slippinmickeys · 5 months
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Have you, as a fanfic author, ever had a Microsoft account and too much time on your hands?
Proof of Life:
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Three Part Harmony:
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The Regency Files:
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The Mesas of Deuteronilus Mensae:
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Alan Smithee Was Here:
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In the Valley of the Sun:
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The Umbrella Prompts:
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…because I have!!!
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poolsidepanic · 7 months
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this is what heather and billy did after their shift at the pool. you cannot convince me otherwise
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moonwooden · 7 months
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a chatty wine-mom whose guilty pleasures are gossiping and watching celebrity cooking shows
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thespiritssaidso · 2 months
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Him? Really?
Juliet was filling out paperwork from their last case when Shawn had grabbed her and lead her to the conference room, which was conveniently empty. Before she could get a word in, Shawn blurted out “I need to confess something.”
Still a little perturbed, but also curious, she asked “Okay? What is it?”
“Well. I’m kind of, for lack of a better word, crushing on someone here-”
Any anger she might have had leftover immediately melted away. “Oh my gosh, Shawn that’s great! Who is it?”
He winces a little and says “-You’re really not gonna like who I say.”
“Oh, I’m sure it can’t be that bad.”
“I don’t know Jules…”
“It’s okay. Just- just rip it off. Like a bandaid.”
“Alright then.” He takes a deep breath. “It’s Lassie.”
There’s a beat of silence, and then-
“Put the bandaid back on.”
“Jules, what the heck?!”
“I’m sorry, that was completely uncalled for-”
“Yeah! It kind of was!”
“But… Carlton?”
“Yes, ‘Carlton’. Who else?”
“I don’t know. Literally anyone?”
“Oh my god.” He collapsed into one of the chairs, letting his head fall into his hands.
“What’s going on?”
They both startle, looking at the door of the conference room, which was now blocked by the head detective himself.
Juliet stumbled for an excuse. “Carlton! We were- Uhhmm- well- we were just- just talking aboutttt-”
“About…?”
“-abouttt that new taco place that just opened up!” Shawn helped.
She nodded a little too enthusiastically. “Yeah! Yes! We were planning on going there later.”
Lassiter raised an eyebrow, not looking thoroughly convinced.
“Well, I gotta, uhh, head out, Gus just called and there’s a client that needs… spiritual… help… Bye.” Shawn lightly pushed past Lassiter and quickly headed out.
He looked at Juliet, still confused, and asked “What was that all about?”
She tried — and only moderately failed — to act casual. “Oh, just Shawn being Shawn, I guess.”
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Based on this prompt from @aut189
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bruncikara · 10 months
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callhimnowmarisamylove · 10 months
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But then I fooled around and fell in love...
Available on Redbubble
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epavirees · 3 months
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"i have something fucking special under this"
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greenfeelings · 1 year
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do the angst version 👀
“What did he say?” Oli asked when he came into the room. His hair was a stark contrast to the otherwise sterile, white walls surrounding them. 
“Probably needs surgery.” Louis sighed, looking down on his arm. His chest was clad in an ugly hospital gown, the sleeve rolled up for the x-ray they’d made a few minutes ago. Louis rolled it back down, his arm tingling when the fingers of his left hand brushed against the skin. 
Oli held Louis’ mobile phone out for him. “You’ve got the worst timing.” 
With another sigh, Louis took the device and looked at it frowning. “I know.” 
“I’ll give you a minute. Tell H I said hi.” Oli touched Louis’ good shoulder before he left the room again. 
Taking a deep breath, Louis unlocked his phone with his left hand and drew up Harry’s contact, dialling his number. It only took about four rings before Harry picked up. 
“Lou,” he cheerfully answered the call. “How was the gig?” 
“Fucking amazing,” Louis replied. He swung his legs a little, looking at his feet. “Had a proper blast on stage. Sorry for calling this early.”
Harry snorted. “I’m an early riser anyway. I thought I’d maybe hike outside L.A. this morning instead of going to the gym.” 
Louis shook his head, smiling to himself. “Or you could just stay in bed, you know.” 
“Beds are always too big without you there next to me,” Harry said. “I’d rather not stay in bed for too long, then.” 
“I’d rather be in bed with you right now, too.” Louis looked up at the ceiling, letting out a sigh. 
“What?” Harry sounded incredulous. “It’s release day, Louis. You’re supposed to ride the high of the gig and watch the numbers in the charts climb to the first spot.” 
“Um, about that.” Louis cleared his throat. “I probably rode that high a little too high.” 
Harry was quiet for a moment. “Did something happen?” 
“There’s always something happening, H,” Louis deflected the question. 
“To you, Lou,” Harry clarified, not taking the bait. “Did something happen to you?” 
Taking a deep breath, Louis tilted his head back down. Every movement hurt. “It’s not that bad.”
Harry snorted. “You’re calling instead of sending one of your stupid voicemails. It must be bad.” 
“A little worse than last time,” Louis admitted. 
“Your arm again?” Harry gasped. “Don’t tell me you broke your arm again, Louis.” 
“I may have broken my arm again.” Louis pressed his lips together. “Might need surgery, too.” 
“Surgery?” Harry’s voice broke at the word. “You need surgery? What the fuck happened?” 
“Long story,” Louis lied. It was actually a pretty short story of him not learning from past mistakes. “I had a bit of an unfortunate fall and snapped a bone in two.” 
Harry gasped again. “You’re always so reckless. What were you thinking when–” 
“I wasn’t,” Louis admitted. “And you love me because I’m reckless.” 
“You’ve got the worst timing, baby.” Harry sighed, but didn’t object to Louis' words. “I can’t–” 
“You don’t have to come, love,” Louis reassured him. “It’s not that bad. I’m tough.” 
Harry laughed. “You’re the biggest baby I know,” he said with a fond tone. “Who’s gonna pamper you if I’m not there?” 
“I don’t need to be pampered. It’s really not that bad.” 
“It sounds bad.” Harry cleared his throat. “You were here last week when I was poorly. I want to be there for you, too.” 
Louis smiled again. “It’s not as bad as your flu was. I promise.”
“It’s worse. Are you in pain?” Harry asked quietly, as though he was afraid of the answer. 
There was no use in lying to Harry. “I am. It fucking hurts. But I’ll get painkillers, and a cast, and it won’t hurt anymore. It’ll only be in the way for everything for who knows how long,” Louis added bitterly.
For another moment, Harry was quiet again. “I’m sorry, baby. It really is bad timing.” 
Louis shrugged his good shoulder. “It is what it is.”
The door was opened and Louis’ doctor came back in. He smiled faintly and lifted a folder, showing Louis he had something to go through with him. 
“Baby. The doctor’s back. I need to go.” Louis glanced up at the doctor with a small smile. 
“Call me when there’s a decision.” Harry groaned, obviously unhappy. “And you don’t get to call me bambi legs ever again.” 
“You know I’ll call you bambi legs every chance I get.” Louis chuckled. 
“I love you,” Harry mumbled. “I wish I could be with you now.” 
“I’d rather have you here with me, too,” Louis replied quietly. The doctor looked sympathetic, pretending to sort through the file to give Louis privacy. Louis blushed, but nothing would ever make him feel embarrassed about Harry or their relationship. “I love you, too. I’m sorry.” 
“You better be,” Harry said sternly, but Louis could hear his voice tremble that tiny bit. “You can’t lecture me to take care of myself and then go be that irresponsible and break your bones.” 
“I know,” Louis simply said. If he were in Harry’s place, he’d be upset too. “I’ll be careful from now on.” 
Harry hummed. “You won’t be, but thanks for saying that.” 
“I promise, baby. Don’t be upset with me.” Louis pouted, even though he knew Harry couldn't see it. He hoped Harry would hear it anyway. “It’s my big day, and I’m in pain. I can’t take you being angry with me on top of that.” 
“I’m not angry with you,” Harry immediately corrected him. “I’m upset you’re in pain and I’m not there to make it better.” 
Louis bit his lip, holding in a smile. “You make it better from across the country, too. I’m in good hands here.” He looked at the doctor again, making eye contact for a moment. “Don’t worry.” 
"I might not be worried anymore by the sixth time you'll break that arm," Harry joked dryly. "I'll get used to it at some point, I suppose."
"In that case..." Louis tried to keep the mood light. "Only two more times. I can do that."
Harry cleared his throat. “Call me when there’s an update.” 
“Will do,” Louis promised. “Love you.” 
They ended the phone call, and Louis sighed deeply. His heart weighed heavily, knowing that Harry was unhappy with him. 
“I take it your partner is worried?” the doctor asked. 
“A little,” Louis replied, smiling weakly. “It’s not the first time I’ve broken my arm.” 
The doctor nodded. “We’ve seen that in the x-rays.” 
Louis’ phone vibrated in his hand and he checked it, seeing he received a text from Harry. Opening it, he found a picture of a deer jumping. Beneath it, Harry had typed: Me, on my way to you. 
Louis choked a little, before a loud laugh bubbled out of his throat. 
His doctor lifted a brow. “Seems like the pain’s not too bad, is it?” 
Shaking his head, Louis sent Harry a simple heart emoji back. “No,” he answered, still grinning to himself. “No, the pain’s not too bad.”
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