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[rubyfunkey]

Gay /pos /hj

which part is the half-joke the gay part or the pos part. my friend hannah wants to know

[bigfatbreak]

So, MLP Draconequus AU. Twilight invites two of the oldest people she knows over. Discord and Luna.

Are they giving each other the stink eye every time Twilight turns around, or communicating solely through eye contact about "If you dare make her cry I will turn evil again just to rip out your entrails"?

you two idiots have the rest of eternity to shoot your shot, now stop almost spoiling Twilight's first teaparty

[bob-artist]

Since the Canada griffin was proudly mentioned recently I figure it can’t hurt to ask if you do happen to have plans to design Canada griffin goslings at some point in the future? (muse permitting)

I DO NOW.

I present to you

honklings

[youvebeenlivingfictional]

Being Shens cute little (house) wife and bringing baked goods to the ED every time he is on duty without fail. Just wanting to support him in any way possible and if that means giving a yummy, homemade moral boost to the entire ED night shift, then by God will they get one.

Or this can go for any of the Pitt Doctors because I would happily dote on any of them

Companion Piece

Warnings: Fluff. That's it, that's the warning.

"Ooh, what've we got today, Mrs. Shen?"

"Lemon bars."

"Again?" Ellis' groan is undercut by Lena's, "Yes!"

"Lena asked for them. You know everyone gets what they request for their birthday," You shrug, leaning against the nurse's station. "But I brought some rainbow cookies there, too. New recipe—so I need feedback."

"Then you have come to the right place," Abbot rounds the counter, "This is a teaching hospital, after all."

"Thank you kindly, Jack," You chuckle before glancing around, "Where's John?"

"Wrapping up with a gallbladder attack in south 2."

"Okay! I'll drop these in the staff room and get out of your hair."

"Ah ah," Jack holds a hand up, stopping you before you can get too far. "You know what I'm gonna ask?"

"I do, and here," You fish into your bag and draw out a ziplock bag of chocolate chip cookies.

"Oh come on," Ellis groans.

"Attending tax, Parker, nothing I can do," You insist, hurrying out of her reach as she fakes a swat at your hip.

--

"I understand we have a case in here?"

You're facing the counter as you unpack the baked goods, but you don't need to look to recognize that voice. The feeling of his hands sliding over your hips makes you grin, even as you force your focus on unpacking the rest of the bag

"Who told you that?"

"One of our residents. Have you felt dizzy at all, ma'am?"

"Not a bit."

"Any fatigue, or feeling like you may faint?"

"None."

"Fascinating."

"What are you driving at?"

"Just checking all the boxes." John's grip on your hips tightens slightly as he turns you.

"What's the prognosis, doc?" You ask, smoothing your hands up over his arms.

"Despite your lack of symptoms, you, Mrs. Shen," His eyes sweep over your body as he crowds closer, "Are extremely hot."

You snort a laugh, shaking your head.

"Were you this bad a flirting when we were dating?"

"Worse. Much worse."

John dips in for a kiss, and you sigh, letting yourself sag against him.

"What'd you bring?" He mumbles between kisses.

"Mmm...Lemon bars."

"Lena?"

"Mhm."

"I swear, she loves you more than the rest of us."

"Well, she doesn't see me all the time."

"That's not a fair assessment."

"Why do you say that?"

"I see you all the time and I love you."

You melt a touch, leaning against the wall.

"It's a little different, J. You're married to me, she isn't. She just loves me for my baking."

"Well, that's true."

"Shen."

The two of you turn at the sound of Parker's, see her poking her head into the break room.

"We got incoming."

"Be there in a minute."

"No, he's coming now," You insist, beginning to step out of his arms—but John doesn't let you get far before he's tugging you back, drawing you in for a kiss. You grin, cupping his cheeks and pecking his lips one more time.

"Go save lives," You murmur. "I'll pick you up in the morning."

"You gonna bring me Dunkin?"

"Don't I always?" You chuckle, drawing away.

"I love you, baby."

"Love you, too."

Companion Piece

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[bbybluemochi]

frankies first impression of sinner? (and vise versa?)

[OC] the first time frankie saw sinner was in a seedy bar where sinner was playing with her old band. I've always pictured her former bandmates as these stereotypical douchebags who think they're led zeppelin 2.0 but have half the talent. sinner doesn't like them either, but it's the only gig she could find and it pays the bills so (in her own words) it's whatever.

(sinner's first impression of frankie would be something like "why is that hottie looking at me like i owe her money- wait do i owe her money? mn no i don't think so i would remember that face" and then "wait she's walking towards me quick act all cool and unbothered")

[neviart]

always happy to paint more nat (especially with kitties!)

[amnesiaguy]

you think you’re so fucking special bc your dad loves you

actually that is what dads are supposed to do