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shroombloomm · 5 months

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so high.

cw: degradation, size kink, praising, hair pulling, mention of drugs (weed.), and sexual content.

pairing: drug dealrry/baldrry x mc.

The cold night held thick air, still in the darkness as Jules drove one handed down the road. A blunt between her lips, she knew this would be the last of her stash until she went to see her dealer. The thing about her dealer, though, was that he was consistently fucking busy. It was always so hard to get a hold of him, so she either had to buy in large amounts or she had to start texting him at least a week before she was going to run out.

The schedule worked out perfectly this time around, just as she was running out of weed, he had texted her to come through to reup. So Jules did just that, smoking the last of what she had while on the way to his house. The soft acoustic tunes trilled through the stereo, humming along to a song she just found online not many days ago. She didn’t know the words, but she liked it.

Her pointer finger and thumb pinched the skin of the blunt, taking the last puff and inhaling deeply into her lungs. Jules held it as long as she could before she started to cough up a lung. Smoke bellowed from her nose as she rolled the window down and threw the butt out with ease.

Ahead, there was the house she grew familiar with. The front porch lit up to welcome her, she pulled into the driveway and threw the car into park. When Jules stepped out of the car, a cloud followed after her. She couldn’t help but to chuckle, knowing the entire neighborhood was going to know what she was doing prior.

On the front porch, she knocked and waited. After a few moments, she contemplated pulling her phone out to text him. It was bitterly cold and the sweater she wore was not giving her enough warmth.

“One sec!” He shouted from the other side of the door.

Jules pushed herself off of the wall, crossing her arms over her cold chest. When the door opened, she locked eyes with her dealer, Harry.

“It’s about time,” She joked lightly as he moved to the side to let her in, “It’s cold outside.”

“Sorry ‘bout that, doll,” Harry sighed, closing the door behind her, “I was smoking in the other room.”

Despite knowing that, there was still a thick haze at the top of the ceiling. Jules chuckled, shaking her head. She sat down on the couch, letting out a relaxed sigh. Harry rounded the coffee table, kneeling down in front of her; Harry was styling a bald look with bright blonde hair, a loose black sweater on with black pants. A cross earring dangled from his right ear to match the same necklace around his neck.

“That’s alright,” Jules hummed, “How have you been?”

“Been fine,” Harry mumbled, taking a bag of weed from underneath the table and setting it onto the glass top, “How much are you wanting this time?”

“With the way you reply, let’s say a quarter this time.” She smirked softly.

Harry bit down on his tongue as his lips quirked upwards into a smoke, “Cheeky.”

Harry and Jules weren’t strangers, they were actually really good friends. When she started to smoke in high school, Harry was the only one that she knew to get from. He was the dealer of the school, but of course that was very hush hush. She’d remembered when she first smoked with him on top of a bridge, overseeing a busy road.

Truthfully, Jules had always found Harry a bit attractive. There was an instance in high school where her pick me friend had basically outed her feelings for Harry. At that time, Harry was in a relationship with one of the popular girls; which was funny because historically, Harry couldn’t fucking stand any of the popular girls.

But, lord, did he fucking love Naomi.

So, in truth, Jules never really dated anyone because she had always had eyes for Harry. Sure, she had eyes on a few people throughout the years, she was an adult now and she didn’t want to get caught up on an old crush from some years ago. Jules had dated multiple men throughout the years that never truly satisfied her needs, plus they weren’t really down with her constantly smoking weed.

It wasn’t that weed was a crutch, it definitely wasn’t. Jules used it for her anxiety and depression. A lot of people didn’t understand that.

But Harry understood that.

“Did you want to smoke before you go?” Harry threw a baggy towards her, “That’s gonna be sixty, by the way.”

Jules pulled her wallet from her purse, shuffling through her bills before placing the exact amount onto the table and taking the plastic bag.

“I just smoked, but I wouldn’t say no,” Jules broke into a smile, putting the weed into her tote bag.

“You’re just so greedy, aren’t you, Jules?” Harry teased her as he plucked a wrap from one of the packages, “How’s work been?”

“It’s been fine, really,” Jules let her cheek rest on her hand as she watched Harry clear the cigar of its tobacco, “And I guess business is going fine with you?”

Harry hummed, nodding to her. His thumbs brushed against the wrap to flatten it, sticking his tongue out to lap up the inside of it. Jules’ lips parted, her tongue sticking out to swipe her bottom lip. Entranced by the small action, her cheeks heated up. She cleared her throat, shifting in her seat.

“It’s been fine, yeah,” Harry finally said, swallowing the peach flavor of the wrap, “Sorry I’ve been too busy to get with you. Maybe we can plan something soon, y’know?”

“I’m down for whatever,” Jules shrugged.

Harry sprinkled the weed into the wrap, then proceeded to roll it carefully. While he rolled it up, his lips worked onto the wrap, his tongue poking out to lap the wrap up to keep it firm. This had reminded her of the time that she smoked with him on that bridge, watching him work on the blunt; it was such a simple action, but the fire still sparked inside of her.

It was something about not being able to have something that she desperately always wanted. Maybe her crush from the past was starting to spark inside of her again, or maybe it was the thought of his head between her legs that made her want him. If his tongue could work wonders on the blunt, commanding it to stick delicately together just for him to burn it later, then she’d wondered what kind of trouble they could’ve gotten into together.

“Here,” Harry said as he pinched his lips with his pointer finger and thumb, handing the blunt, “You can spark it. I’m gonna get a couple of drinks. Do you want anything?”

“Erm, water?” Jules placed the blunt between her lips.

“Can do.”

She dug through her pocket for her lighter, then flicked the flame alive to light the blunt. From the earlier blunt, her throat was dry and she was desperate for something to coat her throat. She coughed lightly into her fist, staring down at the perfect pearl of the blunt. When Harry came back with a couple bottles of water, he placed it down on the table in front of her and sat undeniably close to her.

“Can I have that, please?” Harry’s two fingers wiggled towards the blunt.

“Mm, yes.” She handed the blunt to him.

Leaning forward, she grabbed the bottle of water and twisted the top off. The coolness of the water hydrated her and brought her back to life. She drank almost half of the bottle before sitting it down on the table and turning her gaze back to Harry.

Harry’s head was tilted back against the couch, eyelashes long and fluttering until his eyes closed. His cherry lips wrapped around the blunt, cheeks hollowing as the blunt burned bright red from his inhale. The smoke entered Harry’s lungs, and Jules was entranced as his Adam’s apple bobbed when he pulled the blunt from his lips.

She almost blushed, she couldn’t stop staring at him. Harry still held the blunt, bringing his hand down to his thigh as his leg bounced from keeping the smoke inside his lungs. A breath of release and a large cloud flooded the area. The edge of his jaw could cut, perfectly slim and simple as his mouth stayed wide open to let out the smoke.

When Harry turned towards her to pass the blunt, he caught her staring. Jules quickly turned her head, looking ahead towards the TV that she could barely hear; the volume was down low. Jules hated that, she wished that it wasn’t so quiet, if Harry stopped for a moment, he could probably hear the way her heart picked up when he caught her staring.

“Here,” Harry brushed her thigh with his hand, sending a soft wink, “Take it.”

When Jules felt his fingers brush her thigh, it was undeniable that her body reacted temperature wise. Sure, smoking could make someone much warmer, but she felt fucking hot in this sweater. Obviously, it was due to him, but she would never say that out loud.

“Have you ever shotgunned before?” Harry said through his sip of water, his voice was lazier from the intoxication of the weed; each word dripped and oozed slowly from his lips.

“Yeah,” She snorted nervously, “I have.”

When she took another hit, she looked towards him and blew the smoke out. The silence was deafening and she wished there was some sort of noise to distract her from the way his eyes burned into her. Her gaze went to the blunt.

“Do you want to shotgun?” Jules hesitantly asked, her voice shaking under the thought of potentially getting that close to Harry.

Harry chuckled quietly, removing the blunt from her fingers, his cherry lips wrapped tightly around the end of the blunt as he sucked in a loud cloud of thick smoke. When the wrap left his lips, a small cloud of smoke escaped past his lips, but nonetheless, he still held the remnants in his lungs. His fingers curled towards her, motioning her to move closer.

Jules didn’t have much time to think, the longer he held the smoke in his lungs, he would surely choke on it and have a coughing fit. Her body scooted towards him, to which his arm snaked around her shoulder; she felt his fingers caress the back of her neck as he leaned in. His tobacco vanilla scent infiltrated her nose, causing her cheeks to warm and her head to become dizzy at how intoxicatingly delicious he had smelled.

When Jules locked eyes with Harry, she studied the way his eyes were different shades of red, she could barely make out the dark green in his eyes. He was heavily intoxicated by the weed, but so was she, and she couldn’t rip her gaze from his eyes. He blinked once, moving in dangerously closer, while his fingers pinched the back of her neck.

She parted her lips just as Harry nodded upwards to her, his Adam’s apple bobbing from still holding in the thick smoke. What seemed like a lifetime, only lasted seconds. The shadows casting over her were due to Harry’s face being mere inches away from her lips, if she had moved her lips just the slightest, they could’ve locked with his.

Harry’s nose nudged with hers, then settled on one side of her face as his lips parted and circled into a pretty ‘O’, then slowly, surely, blew the smoke into her mouth. Jules inhaled as much as she could, feeling the burning sensation down her throat until it started to strain her lungs. Eyes fluttered closed for mere seconds, and when she opened them, the overcast of Harry had departed; no longer being clouded by the cologne of his. Still, she blew out a nervous breath as the ghostly smoke barely spilled from her lips.

“Shit,” She coughed lightly into her hand, leaning towards her water bottle for coating.

“I’ve always loved shotguns,” Harry told her with his lips quirked upwards into a smirk. He shamelessly liked making Jules flushed and nervous; she was a shy girl anyway, and sometimes he wondered just how shy she could be. Or if it was a cute girl facade. Regardless, he enjoyed the way she avoided eye contact after their mere contact, “Alright?” He chuckled quietly.

“Me?” Jules still tried to remedy the burning sensation in her throat, but she feared this was no real way to remedy the other burning sensation that rested between her thighs.

“Who else would I be talking to, Jules?” He tilted his head, resting his hand on top of the small hairs of his head, brushing his fingers over the buzzcut of his, “A ghost?”

“You’re high enough,” She joked, giggling as she sat her bottle on the table, “I wouldn’t put it past you to see some shit.”

While Harry wasn’t hallucinating, he had to take a second glance at the way her thighs were clenched tightly together and her gaze was forced to the TV with a flustered smile. Harry enjoyed watching the impact he had on others, even if it meant it being his best friend. Truthfully, it crossed his mind a couple of times what Jules would look like underneath him. She was peachy cute, quiet, and chill. Just like he was.

If Harry were to hook up with anyone, it would be with her. He was sure they would click so easily together.

“What’re you staring at?” Jules finally broke the silence, catching his lustful stare that hid behind the glossy look in his eyes.

“What do you think I’m staring at?” Harry mumbled, lips taught upwards with a smirk as he placed the half smoken blunt into the ashtray, “Here’s a hint, it’s not a ghost.”

She pushed her lips to the side, trying to ignore the bubbling in her stomach. Jules knew that answer to that question, but she didn’t want to get ahead of herself. She didn’t know if it was the weed, or if the tension had just appeared, thick in the air.

“I don’t…” Her voice trailed off, mousey and quiet.

“You’re so cute when you’re flustered.”

The words floated in the air, not giving her enough time to react to the compliment, or to the sudden fact that she was getting hit on by one of her good friends. Her drug dealer. Someone she had a crush on for a long fucking time. The air around them became thicker when another body brushed up against hers, glancing out of the corner of her eye, Harry had moved closer to her.

Silence filled the air. She dared not to fully look, if she wanted to bite down on the goofy smile on her face and hide it away from him, she shouldn’t look over. She wouldn’t. She won’t. But Harry’s stare was burning into the side of her face and it made her want to sink into the couch and never come back up.

“So shy all of a sudden?” Harry’s breath hit her ear and her breath hitched. His cherry lips parted softly, using the pads of his fingers to brush against the jawline of hers. When she didn’t turn her head to look at him, he wondered if he had mistaken the tension; if he was just high, or did she really want him like he wanted her in that moment?

“Is this okay?” Harry asked quietly, bushy brows furrowing in deep concern of the blurred lines.

That made Jules turn her head. She couldn’t tell if Harry was joking or not, if he was just trying to test their friendship, or if he really wanted her like she did. Jules parted her lips softly, her tongue swiping across the dryness of her lips as she locked into his dark gaze. She only gave him a small nod.

“Words, darlin’,” He cupped the underside of her jaw, tapping her lips lightly with his thumb, “Let me hear those words.”

Jules swallowed thick, trying to keep her eyes from closing just from the smallest touch; yet it sparked her skin and set her alight in ways she hadn’t felt in so long.

“Mhm, yes,” She whispered soft as a feather.

Harry licked over his lips, studying the features of her flustered expression. Her brows were slightly pinched together, thighs clenching and unclenching together, and her bottom lip threatened to quiver. His thumb traced over her bottom lip once more, dragging it to the side before sliding his thumb down to pull the lip down.

Boundaries weren’t tricky, yet they were walking a fine line on their friendship. That didn’t matter, not when they were high, not when they were both wanting the same thing at the moment. The warmth of Jules' mouth had taken his thumb into his mouth. Harry’s eyes blew wide in surprise, yet not very. Somewhere deep inside of her, she was not shy, and Harry knew if he pushed her enough she would show the side where she could let the little devil come out of her and play.

“Fuckin’ hell,” Harry chuckled quietly, shifting his hips on the couch as he gave her a small once over, “It’s like that then, huh?”

This new found confidence in her dazed mind, and Harry’s reaction, was enough for her to push the boundaries and see how far they could walk this line before they both toppled over it together. Her fingers wrapped around his wrist, steading his movements, as her tongue started to slowly trail around his thumb. Hollowing her cheeks and sucking it deeply, showing off the skills that Harry desperately wanted to test.

“Naughty little minx,” Harry commented, trying to ignore the half chub in his briefs that grew from anticipation. Maybe the lines didn’t exist at all, maybe the lines were a made up rule, or maybe it was a rule that didn’t apply to them; either way, Harry still pumped his thumb in and out of her mouth and pressed down on her tongue just to hear her gag.

The taste of his thumb satisfied her, but she wondered what other parts of him tasted like. Many nights she laid awake, wondering, thinking; dreaming of him growing inside of her mouth. Jules knew she could satisfy him, she was confident about that. One small pop sounded between them, Harry’s thumb now cold as the air hit it, and Jules’ mouth still watering and awaiting more, deeply in anticipation.

“Kiss me.”

Those two words, shattering the tension in the air within seconds. Jules’ couldn’t believe the words that left her. A weight lifted off of her, but another weight brushed against her chest instead. Harry’s fingers were wrapped around her throat, taking her bottom lip into her mouth to taste the sweet indica they had smoked earlier. His lanky body pressed against hers, the sweater giving a facade of bulk, yet when she reached out to touch his hip, it was petite.

He assaulted her lips in a feverish kiss, bruising her bottom lip between his bunny teeth as he bit on it, pulling on it, and sucking it harshly while his fingers pinched the skin around her throat lightly. The fire inside the both of them were only fueling the flames much higher than before; the room burned with fumes of euphoria and lust, rolling each other up and smoking each other to become addicted to the pleasure they could offer each other.

Letting off her lips, she inhaled sharply at the realization that this was, in fact, really happening. Every part of her wanted to take off her clothes, but slow and steady always won a race; one that she wasn’t sure if she wanted to win.

“You taste so sweet,” Harry’s voice rasped out in a sharp breath while his lips continued to kiss around her neck, his hand resting on her shoulder as he squeezed it tightly to ignore the throbbing in his pants, “Fuck, I want more of you,” His tongue lapped up the side of her neck, nibbling on the supple skin.

“Shit,” She hissed at the feeling of his bites and kisses. Jules couldn’t refrain from anchoring her body down against his, letting her legs open. Harry caught the hint, nessling between her thighs and pressing himself tightly against her front as he bit down harder on her neck, “Fuck! H-Harry–,” A choke of moans blurted from her.

“Want to taste more of you,” He mumbled against her skin, “Won’t you let me? I know you must be fuckin’ soaked.”

“Mmmph,” Jules almost choked on the thick swallow, feeling his hardened member pressed tight against her front. She wasn’t sure how long she could take the foreplay, even if it just started; she knew that the moment Harry touched her, she would fight her for life not to come too soon, “I want that,” She whimpered, “I want to feel your mouth on me.”

Harry’s large hands pushed up the sweatshirt that she wore, and she accompanied him in taking off her top. He awed at the sight of her body, leaning down to kiss the valley of her chest while his hand traced over the top of her breast; giving it a hard squeeze, he kept his lips on her skin until he hit her belly button while letting his body slink down.

“Your body is so fuckin’ hot,” He mumbled softly, giving the button on her pants a kind kiss before undoing them, “Can’t wait to see the rest of you. Taste the rest of you.”

Her chest was rising and falling under the anticipation, watching as Harry peeled her pants off of her and exposed the white laced thong she wore. Harry smirked wide, creating dimples in her skin as he kissed her inner thigh, letting out a hum of appreciation.

“This is a sight to see,” Harry taunted, parting his lips as his two fingers swiped up the front of her underwear, a beautiful trace of arousal lightly coating his fingers, “Wet. Just as I suspected,” He teased, then stuck his tongue out to lap up the arousal, it was light and sweet, almost making his head dizzy from the taste, “Tell me something, Jules,” his thumb placed the swollen pearl of hers, flicking his dark gaze up to her, “How long have you been this wet for me? Be truthful with me and I’ll make sure to take care of you, darlin’.”

There was a thin layer of sweat on her forehead, the temperature in the room had heightened by what seemed like a million degrees. Her throat was dry, continuously swallowing the saliva. Jules’ eyes fluttered down to Harry, tongue barely poking out to wet her lips.

“A while,” Her voice shook, flicking upwards into exasperation as his thumb started to circle around the swollen clit of hers, “F-Fuck, that feels really good.”

“Wonder how long you’ve been wanting this,” He teased softly, moving in closer between her legs, his breath hot on her clit as he spoke, “If you’ve been dying for this scene. Me, between your pretty thighs, eating your pretty little cunt.”

Words, they weren’t available to her. Jules’ drew a blank in her mind, and just as she opened her mouth to respond, a long drawn out moan escaped instead. Harry’s tongue pressed hard against her clit, his two fingers pushing her panties to the side as his tongue began to flick upwards between her slick folds. Describing the feeling of being ate out while high on weed was almost impossible to her, the feeling was so intense that she could barely keep her hips still.

But Harry helped her with that, of course, he was a lovely gentleman and wanted to get the job done. His free hand made sure to hold one side of her hip down. The warmth of his mouth was enough for her stomach to swirl and her thighs shake, the tip of his tongue teasing the arousal between her folds as it dripped down onto his chin, then using just the tip to circle carefully around the swollen flesh that needed it the most.

She was in heaven, or maybe a made up heaven that her mind made her see. Either way, she was in the clouds of pleasure. Jules’ back arched upwards as her hand went to his head, fingers curling into the buzzcut, just for her fingernails to dig deeply into the palm of her hand. A gasp, a moan, a whimper, a plead.

His tongue was working magic, but when his fingers plunged into her hole, she let out a mere cry that made her thighs close around his head. Harry chuckled deeply, removing his head from her thighs while he pumped his fingers and out of her at a steady pace. He watched as her body withered underneath him, face scrunched in pleasure, while she silently pleaded for him in short breathed curses.

“How can I let you cum if you close your legs, pretty girl?” Harry coo’d softly, using his hand to force her thigh back down, “Is it too much, hm? Can barely take two fingers f’me?”

Jules’ whimpered, trying to relax her legs enough to make room for him.

“It–it feels so–good,” She breathed out as her eyes rolled back into her head, trying to catch her breath.

Harry curled his fingers into her cunt, watching her body react to him.

“I know, darlin’, I know,” His voice was laced in fake sympathy as he dipped back down between her legs, “And I’m gonna take such good care of you, too. Just need you to be a good girl for me.”

When Jules felt his tongue back on her flesh, it was merely over for her. She was approaching her first orgasm of the night, something inside of her was telling her this wasn’t going to be the last one either. One of her legs hooked around Harry’s neck as she brought him closer, his tongue assaulting the swollen flesh at a quicker pace, while her moans and whimpers echoed through the living-room.

A long drawn out whimper of his name escaped her, then silenced her as euphoria flooded her veins. Stomach tightening, her body froze as she drenched Harry’s chin. His tongue slowed its pace, but still relentlessly rode her orgasm out until she was pushing her body away from him from the burning sensation of the over sensitive area.

Harry’s head popped up from between her legs, chin glistening with her arousal, and a lopsided smile on his lips. Jules looked so fucked out of her mind, chest rising and falling while she tried to catch her breath. He rubbed her thigh slowly, leaning down to kiss down the valley of her chest once more, then the top of her breast.

“I’m not done with you yet, Jules,” He mumbled against her skin, “Need to bury my cock inside of you, hm?”

“Mmmh, yeah,” Jules nodded her head softly.

��Mhmm, I know, honey,” Harry coo’d as his fingers hooked underneath the string of her thong, pulling it down her legs and flicking them to the floor.

Jules unhooked her bra as Harry took his sweater off. They both discarded their clothes to the side. Harry’s lanky body had carved parts that were prominent, his hips making a sharp V line that disappeared down to his pubic bone, complimenting the ferns that looked so pretty between the sweet happy trail of his that disappeared into his pants.

She couldn’t not notice the veins in his hands as he undid his belt. Flexing, twitching until his fingers wrapped tightly around the belt and pulled it off with a loud snap. The sight made her mouth water; remembering the one time that she had ever seen him shirtless, but this was different. This was intimate, this was for her; he was hers, just for the night.

When he removed his pants, his thick cock sprung from his briefs. Pretty and complemented by the bush of pubes around his member, red and angry, yet soft and pink in some places. Harry’s hand wrapped around his cock, stroking down the veins that displayed across his cock as he took in the sight below him; Jules body, beautiful and all his, perfect in the ocean waves of her hips and clouds of her supple breasts.

“Gonna take my cock f’me?” Harry drew out in a half moan, tracing his hand up the back of her thigh as he brought her ankle to his shoulder and held it there. It took everything inside of him not to shove himself inside of her already, but he needed to know she was ready; which Jules very much was.

“Fill me up,” She begged in small whines, reaching out to touch the carved V line of his, fluttering her eyes, “Stretch me out and fuck me dumb, please?”

Fucking hell, Harry thought to himself as his eyes rolled back into his head.

“ ‘M not one to disappoint,” He licked over his lips, tapping his cock against her cunt softly, watching as his tip lathered around her arousal through her slick folds, “Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you’re fucked dumb.”

The tip of his cock brushed against her wet cunt once more, hips steady as he pushed forward. She was fucking wet, but still tight around his cock. His thick girth stretched her out in ways that she hadn’t had anyone do before; yet he was doing it. Stretching her out and making her body crumble underneath him. Harry let out a string of curses under his breath as he leaned over her, one hand on the couch, curling his fingers into the fabric just as his bottomed out to the hilt.

“That’s good, taking my cock so good,” Harry breathed out, a growl vibrating through his throat as he pulled his hips back, just to snap them harshly against her, earning a moan from her, “Fuck, just like that. Y’sound so fuckin’ heavenly.”

Jules whimpered underneath him, wrapping her one leg around his hip and bringing him closer. The shadow of his sharp jawline casted over her as he nearly hid his face into his arm in pleasure. Thrusting, hearing the sounds of skin to skin, arousal meshing, their moans intertwining in the room and spinning in the air together. Harry’s hand cupped one of her breasts, parting his lips as he caught her mouth with his.

Jules used her hand to cup his cheek as she overtook him in the kiss. His tongue lapped messily around her bottom lip, to which hers met his, rubbing against each other as they made out feverishly. Sucking lips, moaning into each other’s mouths, and Harry’s hips messily snapping against hers. His head was burning with the warmth wrapped around his cock, her cunt barely accommodated his cock, which made Harry work that much harder to fuck her.

All while desperately trying not to fucking bust. He needed to slow down, or it would’ve been over in seconds. It was almost not fair. Something he desperately wanted in the moment, being ripped away by his shortcomings. If he could make it a few more minutes with her tight cunt wrapped around him, he’d be considered a winner.

Harry broke the kiss, leaning down as his lips perfectly wrapped around her nipple and his tongue slowly licked at the skin, eyes shut closed. She had never come from nipple play before, but her core was nearly flooded and throbbing with pleasure. Harry gazed up at her in wonder, the noises she made made his cock drip with each mewl. Ever so often, she would go back to grinding, but the way he worked her nipple had made her go still. It was like she couldn’t bear to move. If she moved, she would certainly cum.

Her fingers digging into the couch, and her nose resting at the top of his forehead, she begged him for more. Small pants and breaths left her as she ground her hips against his cock, toes curling as she whined to herself. The pleasure was so much that she wanted to fucking cry from how good it felt.

“Keep sucking them, p-please, p-please don’t stop–” She nearly cried.

With each kitten lick, she drenched Harry’s cock, only making him more proud of the way he made her feel. The adrenaline rushing through him, the pleasure, it was blinding; having such a gorgeous thing laid out in front of him, and getting the honor to have her.

But, he wanted more too.

Adjusting his hips, he slowly, painfully, thrusted his cock up into her–the slow pace was enough to make her cry. Tears welled against her waterline as she bit down onto her knuckle, her orgasm was slowly inching more and more.

Tears spilled down her cheeks as she buried her face into his shoulder. He let off her nipple, kissing up her breast slowly as he nuzzled his face into her neck, continuing to thrust up into her. The sudden emptiness made Jules mewl out in desperation, only for Harry to grab her hair and force her to her hands and knees.

“Look at you shaking, can barely take my cock, ” Harry breathed out, slapping his cock against her ass with a huff, “So pathetic, I fucking love it. Watching you like this. Never thought I’d see the day you’d cry over how good I fuck you.”

“F-fuck…you,” Jules whined quietly, closing her eyes as she pressed her ass against his cock.

Harry sat pretty on his knees behind her ass, his cock in his hand as he slowly pushed back into her pretty hole. He let out a guttural moan, tilting his head back with his Adam’s apple bobbing as he continued to buck his hips in and out of her.

“Trust me, baby, I will.”

He grunted out, thumb trailing down to her hole, rubbing it in circles as his hips snapped against her skin harshly.

“God, I fucking love your ass,” He hissed out, “So fucking thick. So full. Gorgeous, really.”

“P-Please…” She whispered.

“I know, baby,” He chuckled out, taking both hands as he spread her cheeks apart, then shook them carefully. Spreading them apart, he could get a full view of how his cock slid in and out of her. It made his spine shiver.

She grumbled, hiding her face as the euphoria nearly sent her over the edge of an orgasm. Harry hollowed his cheeks, then spat onto her other hole before rubbing the wetness around it slowly.

“You like that?” He taunted.

“Y-Yeah, please keep rubbing it, feels really good,” She whimpered with a beg as she looked back at him. Harry smirked wide, snapping his hips to burrow his cock deep into her.

“Keep talking like that and we’ll have to switch holes, darlin’.”

Jules could barely hold it together, her cunt dripped around his girth as he stretched her out. It was impossible not to come, but she needed to make this last; each thrust was contradicting her thoughts, his tip brushing against her spot delicately, making her thighs clench and voice mewl out in long, sultry moans while his fingers dug into her ass.

Harry slowly pulled out of her, letting out a half broken moan as he fell back onto his ass. Jules, utterly fucked, looked from behind her as Harry patted his lap and curled his fingers in a come hither motion.

“Come ride me, dollface.” Harry mumbled, fucked.

His thighs were toned tight, the way he looked with his thighs spread and chest heaving up and down; glistening with sweat, Jules moved herself into his lap and pressed her mouth against his into a hard kiss. Harry grabbed her jaw, handling his aching cock underneath her as she eased down onto it once more. Her hands found his chest, curling into his skin as she felt his thick girth fill her back up, her mouth opened against his as she mewled out a desperate moan.

“Gonna sit still for me, let me do all the work for you, yeah?” Harry brushed the stray hairs from her forehead, kissing the underside of her jaw as he rocked his hips back and forth.

Her stomach was burning, thighs shaking from the tip of his cock grazing her spot with each thrust. She placed a hand against the back of the couch, panting out as her eyes rolled to the back of her head. Harry cupped her breast, slowly kissing it as he whispered sweet praises to her.

“I said sit still,” His voice was firm, yet sweet, his jaw clenched as he felt her walls pulse around his cock. She let out a soft whine, clutching his forearms tightly. Jules was close, there was no denying it anymore, she would surely spill on him any time soon.

“It feels–god!” She cried out, pinching her eyes shut tightly. Harry chuckled darkly, one of his hands roaming to the back of her neck to grasp the roots of her hair. “Just like that—,”

“Be a good girl and shut up f'me, okay? Tongue out,” He used his other finger to tap her lips slowly. She whimpered, doe eyes glued down to him as she poked her tongue out slowly. He smirked, forcing her head to come closer before sliding her tongue past his lips.

He sucked her tongue, massaging his own against it before flicking and kitten licking it carefully. At the same time, the force of his thrusts rocked through her, harder, faster, Harry was peaking in his own orgasm. Her stomach was on fire, feeling like she was going to explode into a million pieces. Harry’s hand slowly roamed up to her stomach, past her belly button and to her nipples.

His two fingers pinched, twisted and flicked at them as his other hand took her hip and made her grind against his cock at a quicker pace. She cried out, nearing tears as pants left her. Harry felt her pussy start to become drenched, her walls throbbed in agony as it signaled that they were both reaching heaven, right where they wanted to be.

Taking a handful of her breasts, he squeezed it harshly. He started to buck his hips up into her cunt. Her fingers dug into his skin, eyes rolling back into the back of her head as her stomach began to twist for the second time this night. Mewling out, her head tilted back from the pure bliss that filled her veins.

Jules’ forehead rested against his, pleaing, whining, only ultimately to be given what she had wanted in the first place. Harry smirked, letting go of her tongue before taking her hips into his hands and watched as she fell apart on his cock.

His attention to her details, her body moving with each twitch and cry, and the beautiful feeling that overcame his cock; he let out a throat ripping moan right as he orgasmed deeply inside of her, just as she finished the same time. They held each other tightly, breaths staggered and tired as they relished in their high, just to come down from it moments later.

“Fucked dumb, baby?” He chuckled out.

“So fucked dumb.” Jules whispered back to him.

#harry styles x yn #harry styles x reader #baldrry #harry styles smut #harry styles x plus size reader #harry styles #harry styles blurb #shroombloomm #harry styles imagines #dom harry styles #harry styles one shot #drug dealrry #harry styles x mc

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charles saying no for the ruby for the first time and breaking her little heart because she is such a daddy’s girl

hate is a strong word | charles leclerc

ruby being a daddy’s girl is so me fr ALSO this takes place before mathéo is born <3

Ruby loved being with Charles. They were best friends. She loved making breakfast with him, walking to school with him, especially telling her teacher how her papa was her best friend. She loved telling everyone that her papa was the best friend she ever had. But there comes a time when she thinks her papa hates her. That was the time Ruby had cried and told Charles three words that he never thought would coke out of Ruby’s mouth.

“I hate you!”

It was a sunny day in Monaco when Y/n had left Ruby with Charles so she could have a girl’s day with Carla. Charles was busy playing the piano. He had recently been producing a song of him playing the piano. It wasn’t completely finished, but he was determined to finish it and share it with the world.

From her playroom, Ruby heard her papa play a few notes and instantly dropped her Barbie’s and ran to the living room where she saw Charles playing. She knew the basics since apart from her piano lessons she had been taking, Charles was also teaching her.

“Can I play?” Ruby asked her father, who was too concentrated on finishing his song.

“Ruby, you can’t. I have to finish this, it’s very important.” Charles told his daughter. He continued pressing the keys that he thought would fit well so he failed to notice that Ruby was getting slightly angry. All she wanted was to play piano with her papa.

Ruby saw how Charles was distracted and with her little hand, she pressed on several keys trying to make her own tune.

“Ruby, stop. You can’t play piano right now.” Charles turned to look at her. The little girl stared at her father with then raised a finger to press a key, but Charles stopped her. “No.” He simply said.

She then felt tears coming out her eyes. She didn’t like her father at the moment. She would rather be anywhere. “I hate you.” Ruby began to cry and ran off to her playroom. She slammed the door shut and crawled into her princess castle play tent. Inside, she had made it her own little home. She had her stuffed animals, dolls, pillows and blankets. She laid down on top of all her blankets and pillows, hoping her mother would come home soon.

About an hour later, Y/n had arrived. She set her shopping bags down by the front door and noticed how quiet it was. Usually Ruby would be running to her, screaming “mama’s home!” but Ruby was no where to be seen. Charles was still sitting in front of the piano. Y/n approached him, asking him for their daughter’s whereabouts.

“She ran to her playroom. She said she hates me.” Was all Charles said. At that moment, Charles was doubting his parenting skills.

Y/n mumbled an ‘okay’ and walked to the playroom. Ruby’s fairy lights were on. Y/n quickly saw her little girl inside her princess tent. Ruby was always an energetic child so it was strange for Y/n to see her calm and silent.

“Ruby, what’s wrong, my love?” Y/n walked to the tent and sat on the floor. She could see a couple tears still on her cheek. “Papa told me you said a mean thing to him.”

“Papa didn’t let me play piano with him.” Ruby replied as she snuggled up to her plush bunny. “He said no.”

Y/n sighed. “Ruby Jules, your papa was working. I’m sure that after he was done, he would let you play. But you don’t have to say you hate him just because he said no. You hurt papa’s feelings.”

“He hurt mine.”

Now Y/n understood her mother completely. Ruby might have Charles’ facial features, but she had Y/n’s way of talking. Little Y/n and Ruby would get along so well if they ever met each other.

“You know what I do when I don’t feel good?” Ruby listened to her mother. “I talk to your papa because he always makes me feel better. Let’s go talk to papa.” She hoped Ruby would come out.

It took a few seconds, but Ruby was out of her tent. “I’m sorry, mama.” She said.

“You should say that to papa. He was a little upset when I got here.” Y/n said as she grabbed Ruby’s hand and together, they walked back to the living room where Charles was. He was on the sofa, staring at the ceiling, wondering if he was even a good father.

“Papa?” Ruby spoke, getting Charles’ attention. “I’m sorry. I didn’t meant to hurt your feelings. I don’t hate you.”

“I accept your apology, mon amour. Can I have a hug?” Charles asked the little girl. Ruby nodded and ran to hug her father. Once in Charles’ arms, Ruby placed a kiss on his cheek. “I love you.” Charles said to Ruby.

“I love you too, papa.”

Y/n’s heart melted at the interaction. She loved her little family.

#formula 1 #f1 x reader #formula 1 imagine #f1 imagine #f1 x you #charles leclerc #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc one shot #cl16 x reader #ferrari #baby leclerc series

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bitterkarella · 3 months

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Midnight Pals: Desert Planet 2

Frank Herbert: hey man Fitz James O'Brien: hey Herbert: so uh Herbert: you got any more of that Herbert: special stuff? O'Brien: maybe O'Brien: why don't you sit down and play some mariokart with me for a while

[later, at space coven] Frank Herbert: [manic, nose running] so there's a special drug that makes you hallucinate so hard you can fold space Herbert: its made out of worm shit and it will turn you into a salamander

Herbert: also they have to use the space cocaine to fly cuz computers are haram Herbert: hey is anyone eating this san pedro cactus? Jules Verne: what? no Herbert: anyone mind if i…?

Verne: you know, frank, people usually process that before they eat it Verne: you know to get at the Herbert: [chomping san pedro cactus] yeah the mesaline i know Verne: maybe take the spines out at least Herbert: no no the stabbing gets it into your system faster

Herbert: everyone wants to own this drug Herbert: cuz whoever controls the spice Herbert: controls the universe Herbert: shit, that's pretty good Herbert: quick, someone hand me a pencil, i gotta write that one down

Jules Verne: alright hot shot Verne: so you say whoever controls the spice controls the universe Verne: well answer me this Verne: this spice Verne: does it flow? Herbert: [desperately patting pockets] for the love of christ someone hand me a pencil!!

Herbert: so like everyone is fighting over arrakis Herbert: to get the spice, you know Robert Heinlein: yeah! Yeah!!! fighting!!! yeah! Herbert: that's right Herbert: POLITICAL fighting Heinlein: Herbert: ooo there's so much intrigue Heinlein:

David Lynch: the dark in the deep, the eyes in the snail Herbert: really? a movie of my book? Lynch: the dark in the deep Herbert: oh yeah it's called dune

Herbert: you know, arrakis, dune, desert planet Herbert: and here's the important thing-- Lynch: the eyes in the snail Herbert: exactly! Herbert: NOT A DROP of water Herbert: NOTADROP!!!

Lynch: the dark in the deep the eyes in the snail Herbert: thanks for all coming to this screening of lynch's dune movie Herbert: i'm sure you'll all- Jules Verne: SHOW US THE WORM! Robert Heinlein: WE WANT THE WORM! HG Wells: WORM! WORM! WORM!

Herbert: everyone just wants to see the worm Herbert: maybe they'll be more tuned in to my vision over at midnight society [at midnight society] Poe: WE WANT WORM! King: GIVE US WORM! Lovecraft: WHERE'S THE WORM? Barker: SHOW WORM, COWARD! Koontz: [banging pot] WORM! WORM! WORM!

#midnight pals #the midnight society #midnight society #stephen king #clive barker #edgar allan poe #dean koontz #hp lovecraft #frank herbert #hg wells #jules verne #robert heinlein #fitz james o'brien #david lynch

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softer-fatter-happier · 1 year

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You were starting to see why your college friends had put on so much weight here since they moved in together. While yes relationship weight gain wasn’t that big of a shock, 150 pounds between the two of them was a bit of a surprise. You were in their city to go to a festival over the weekend and needed a place to crash and your friends were more than happy to let you stay the weekend! You were unphased by their texts that said some things had changed here and brushed them off… until they opened the door for you.

You knocked at their door ready to have a great weekend and to catch up with some old friends, and were surprised at how long it was taking for someone to come to the door. Looking down to check your phone that you had the right address the door in front of you opened and you couldn’t believe the sight before you. The last time you saw Jules they had been absolutely ripped, with toned thighs and huge biceps. They were always in the gym and told you constantly about how they wanted to compete in non-binary body building competitions. But the Jules in front of you was a far cry from that. Jules had packed at least 60 pounds onto her small 5ft. 2 frame and every pound showed. Their arms and thighs were even bigger than they were in college but now they had a consistent jiggle to them that couldn’t be ignored. Their belly peaked out of the ill fitting tank top they were wearing and was starting to curve over their waistband. Their chest was barley contained by the top, their cleavage barley hidden in the tank top. That’s to say nothing of their ass which was so big you could see it from the front of them.

Your gaze of disbelief was interpreted by Jules who, using some of that old strength, pulled you inside and into a bear hug. “Oh my God it’s so good to see you again! Thanks for reaching out to us!” Said Jules excitedly as despite their new weight they had seemingly lost little of their strength as they squeezed the breath from you before they let go. “Yeah likewise!” You said after Jukes let you go and your breath returned, “although your texts about things being a little different do make a lot more sense now Jules like what happened to you?!?” You asked bewildered by the change in your friend. But before Jules could respond, a familiar voice came from the other room. “Jul~es” it hummed. “Is that our guest or is it the delivery person again” “yeah it’s them babe we’ll be right in!” Jules yelled back becoming you into the living room where again you were left shocked.

Sitting on the couch was your other college friend Katie, who had been a bombshell in college and had practically worshiped Jules fit body in envy. While still hot, this Katie was completely different. She, like Jules, had gained weight but to the tune of 90 pounds! Standing up to come hug you you saw how she wiggled at the slightest moment now. She had the startings of a double belly that you could see through her tight shirt which was accompanied by a plush lower body that almost could be described as marshmallowy. She had a softer face and a double chin that was present no matter what. But the biggest change was her boobs. They had gotten massive and each was now bigger than your head if not more so. They were in a bra and you could see her nipples pressing into the fabric. Hell you could tell them press into you when you Katie came in for a hug. Breaking off the hug with you she stepped over and hugged her beloved Jules, kissing them as the two of them briefly nuzzled noses.

“So…” you said unsure how to breach the subject, ”you guys seem uh different. Happy, but different.” You said a bit nervously, not wanting to offend either of them. “Omg I know right!” Said Katie radiating energy like she normally did, “here sit down well tell you all about it!” You did and were told of how on one of Jules bulks for body building they had an accident leaving them in bed for about a week. During this time Katie started trying to make Jules normal workout shakes and instead made these calorie dense sweet shakes that both of them got kinda hooked on. By the time Jules could get out of bed they had both put on weight and they both loved it! Since then they had just been letting things be and eating good and letting the weight come. You could tell there was something they weren’t telling you but you weren’t gonna push. All that mattered was that your friends were happy and in love. Moving in to more mundane topics the three of you caught up on everything from life to work and everything in between before you had ti head out to go to the festival.

You returned later that night but far earlier than you were hoping as the festival had been rained out. Sopping wet you know stood outside the door to your friend’s home digging around to fine where you put the sore key they gave you. Finding it you quietly opened the door and as you shut it as you heard strange sounds from within. You could of sworn it was the sounds of moans and … eating? Confused you walked down the hallway to the living room where the newly heftycouple was and got the third time today you were speechless.

Jules and Katie were both on their hands and knees and naked. Their big fat bodies were huddled over a trough that had been set up in the living room that was full of cake and frosting. They were facedown only looking up to lick frosting off the face of the other one which would momentarily turn into a make out session. You said nothing as you stood there not believing the display of gluttony before you. Eventually Katie noticed you out of the corner of her eye and her face darted to you, eyes wife and speechless as a hot red shame spread across her face. But before she could say anything Jules reached up and grabbed her face, shoving it back down into the trough. “Oh honey you don’t get to stop we’re not done yet! Cmon eat for me” said Jules in a sultry tone and sure enough after a moment of resistance Katie went back to blissfully gorging herself. Jules then turned to you and in the same sultry tone said “listen why don’t you come give us a hand… or join us to finish off this meal” you stood there for a moment unsure of what to do but you knew that if you didn’t get out of your wet clothes you were going to catch a cold so regardless you started to strip.

You walked over and sat down on the opposite side of the trough as the two of them went back to eating. At first you were planning on just watching here but the sweet smell was enticing. “One taste can’t hurt?” You thought to yourself as you dragged a finger into the trough and brought it too your lips. Your eyes rolled back in your head and your whole body shuttered, it was the best thing you had ever eaten. Without thinking you grabbed another handful and leaned closer to the trough to make sure none of your treat fell out of your reach. The second bite was better than the first and with this you lost all restraint. You put your head into the trough and started ravenously eating like your old fat college friends. It was like pure ecstasy as you ate with just your mouth, understanding how your friend had put on so much weight. You would occasionally bump into one of them while eating and the two of you would stop eating and instead try and lick the cake off each others faces, lapping at the messy sweetness of each other.

After a while the trough started to get empty and Jules and Katie both sat back, nurturing their stuffed bellies but not you. You stayed at the trough desperate for more. You continued to eat until you licked the entire trough clean. Then and only then did you sit back face hot with a mix of gluttony and sudden shake as you realized just what you had done. “Awe look at you,” Katie teased in her sing-songy voice “don’t worry hon everyone looses it their first time. I practically ate the entire thing myself when Jules got it for us.” She moved over next to you on one side as Jules moved your other. They both held you right and caressed your swollen belly, giving you compliments on how well you had done and how cute your belly was. It was at that moment that all the Shame you felt went away and you were left with just a sense of overwhelming happiness. You thought to yourself, “if I could stay here… I think I might just be happy and content with like everything” these happy thoughts were the last things in your head as you drifted off to sleep.

One week later———————

The three of you were back at the trough, which tonight was filled entirely with bacon mac and cheese. You decided to extend your visit to spend some more time with your friends and to see what this feedism stuff was all about. You had spent almost every meal this week at the trough as for your friends it was like it was a dining table. Your stomach had been packed full by the end of each day as Jules sweet gainer shakes pumped you full with extra calories once you had eaten at the trough. The three of you had almost immediately stopped wearing clothes as you realized that the outfits your fiends had on when you first came were exceptions to the norm rather than the common practice and you were keen to join them.

It had only been a week but you had packed on at least 5 pounds to you frame. With the weight settling all over giving you just a general all around softness to you. Your fiends made sure to tease you and praise you for the weight you were putting on and these sessions often turned into messy make outs and more. In one Katie almost smothered you with her tits and in another Jules day on your face, their massive ass enveloping you. You were in love with the couple and how open they were to having you gain and sleep with them excited to see someone as excited as them about gaining weight. It was why as you sat there, face down in the trough, you couldn’t help but wonder how big the three of you would get. As Katie’s tits already were on the floor when she kneeled down to eat, Jules couldn’t keep their massive ass arched up in the air the entire time making them have to take breaks due to its weight, and you were still struggling you eat past your normal capacity but expanding your stomach every night. But all three of you were encouraging each other and it became almost an unstoppable gluttony cycle that you never wanted to leave.

#feedee feeder #gaining weight on purpose #stuffed fatty #nonbinary feedee #queer feedee #mutual weight gain #nonbinary chub #mutual gaining #trough

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obsidiancreates · 5 months

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Learn How To Bend

Sequel to Gus Knows Shawn Knows That He's Telling The Truth (<<< That's a link)

Shawn strolls into the SBPD, Gus at his side as usual, and Jules barely glances his way- until something catches her eye. She does a double-take, eyes widening further when she realizes that yes, she’s seeing what she thought.

“Shawn?” Jules passes the finished paperwork to the desk clerk and power-walks to catch up with the duo. “Is that a crystal necklace?”

“What, this old thing?” Shawn looks down and fiddles with it for a second. “I’m trying out some new methods of psychic enrichment, Jules,” he says, squinting and looking off to the side- why, Jules has no idea.

“Shawn received a vision from the spirit of another psychic,” Gus adds on. “They showed him some ways to, hone his abilities.”

“That’s amazing.” Jules grins. “How’s it working out so far?”

“Oh, I dunno, really.” Shawn shrugs casually, and then leans to the side and calls out, “Lassie! How’d that 2 AM fishing trip with your mom go?”

There’s the sound of a gun being dropped, and Shawn sucks in a disapproving breath as Gus whistles in shame just hearing the flurry of curses from Lassiter’s desk. The head detective storms over to them, and Shawn’s hand flies to his temple before Lassie can get a word out of his beet-red, steam-spewing face.

“Ooh, scratch that, you had to cancel because your mom…” Shawn screws his face up, tugging on his necklace. “... got the flu. Oh, that’s a shame, Lassie, that really is. Hey, orange juice and chicken soup, right?”

“Spencer, I swear to Sweet Lady Justice that if you’ve been trailing my mother-”

“Not me, Lassie,” Shawn swears, putting his hand over his chest. “The spirits! They told me you’re trying to repair the relationship between you two, it’s-it’s very touching.”

Lassiter is still so livid it’s almost comical when Chief Vick steps out of her office, one foot in and one foot out, and snaps to get their attention. All four quickly take their places in the office, Lassiter keeping a wider distance from Shawn than usual.

Chief Vick looks up and opens her mouth- but Shawn is already shutting the door and closing the shutters. She casts a somewhat surprised look at Jules, who mouths ‘Crystal’ and makes a gesture over her own chest where the necklace falls on Shawn’s. He turns around with a smug grin and slides into his usual seat.

“Good instinct, Mr. Spencer,” Chief Vick says, looking down at her desk and clearing away her visible surprise. “This information I’m about to share cannot leave this office, understood?”

“Of course, Chief. But if we were going to have a sleepover I wish you’d have said so before- we would’ve brought Dippin’ Dots.”

“Dippin’ Dots?”

“They make Ice Cream a novelty, Jules.”

“Mr. Spencer, if you had a vision knowing how important this case is and you are still holding this briefing up, I’m going to seriously reconsider hiring you on it.”

Shawn pretends to zip his mouth shut and toss away a key, which Gus catches and tucks into his pocket before smoothly transitioning the movement into a fistbump.

Chief Vick huffs, not without a slight smile, and looks back at her papers. “This case is coming to us directly from The Mayor’s wife, and unfortunately for the department it’s the kind of case that the press will be all, over.”

She begins to go over the specific details, and try as she might to pay attention Jules can’t help but be distracted by Shawn and Gus as Gus pulls out a notepad with a list of words and checks them off with an audible sccrtch! of the pen for each mark.

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Gus looks over at Shawn as The Blueberry cruises back to the Psych office. “So? Was Lassie’s reaction everything you wanted?”

Shawn chuckles and nods. “He looked like a Looney Tunes character.”

“No kidding. Was all of that a vision?”

“Course not, Gus. I’m not that psychic. … Yet. The fishing trip has been in his planner since last week, which happened to fall into my hand when he stepped away for coffee. The canceling was the vision.”

“How vivid?”

“Just him holding his phone and the sound of sneezing over speakers. Not hard to piece together what it meant.”

“I still can’t believe you’re getting real visions now.”

“You can’t believe it? Dude, the other day I got one about my dad dropping by the office for a surprise visit and totally avoided it!”

“These visions sound way more specific than we thought they’d be.”

“Nah, not really. The visions are… broad, big, like that dog your elderly neighbor used to have.”

“She actually got him on a diet, he’s way healthier now.”

“Really? Well, good for him! I always liked that pup. Anyway, the visions are way too big to give me anything useful on their own. I had to run the one of my dad through my head like, a million times before I figured out the day, time, and reason. The clocks were all wrong in the office, but I caught sight of the popcorn guy with the caramel options outside the window, and he only passes by our office between 2 and 4 PM on Tuesdays and Thursdays. Then I noticed the milk in the trash, and it didn’t expire until Wednesday, and you have a weird thing about expiration dates.”

“It’s not weird to take my food safety seriously, Shawn.”

“Come on, dude, throwing it out one day after expiration? At least sniff it first.”

“Get your own milk if you don’t like how I handle mine.”

“Stop drinking milk while lactose intolerant and then blaming it on ‘it’s spoiled’ when you get the stomach flip-flops.”

“I take lactose processing pills, Shawn, fine milk doesn’t bother me!”

“Agree to disagree.”

“Tsk! Just finish up how you knew what your dad wanted!”

“Easy, he had the newspaper tucked up under his arm. He only comes by with that when we’ve done something that gets in the papers and he wants to yell at me for it. Recently? That’s gotta be the thing miller who used those novelty socks.”

“The one you decided to lure out by sending in a letter to the editor that spewed hate about the socks?”

“Bingo. It was going to be another ‘stop taunting killers’ lecture, I’m sure of it. Just sick of those.”

“Gee, I wonder why he keeps coming around to give them.”

“Because he hates dramatic, poetic justice?”

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“Whoa, whoa.” Shawn raises his hand to his head as something flashes into his mind.

From an angle down by the floor, he’s looking up at his dad cleaning a fresh catch. Suddenly his dad pauses, and then smiles to himself and lets out his ‘now-isn’t-this-something’ chuckle. He pulls it out of the fish’s guts and sets it to the side.

Shawn blinks and lowers his hand. Gus looks at him expectantly, and then gestures for Shawn to hurry up and speak already.

“Gotta run that one again,” Shawn says. He puts both hands to his temples now and closes his eyes.

He focuses closer, but he’s just not at the right angle to see the object. His focus trails around, and then a reflection in the porch window lights up. The vision zooms in on it, and Shawn makes out one of his dad’s lucky fishing charms. His vision trails around a bit more, trying to pick out details on Time. His focus lands on the TV, playing a show that broadcasts at exactly the present.

He smirks and opens his eyes. “Gus, I totally know how to show it off to my dad now.”

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“Shawn! Wasn’t expecting you by today.” Henry is only just pulling the fish off the grill. “But since you’re here, I think we need to have a chat about that-”

“Ah, not today, Pops.” Gus hands back, hiding behind a tree (poorly) as Shawn jogs into his dad’s yard. “I actually came by to congratulate you.”

“Congratulate me.” It’s not a question, and Henry hits him with the ‘What bullshit are you pulling now?’ look.

“On finding your lost lucky charm,” Shawn says, looking over the table. “Take it in to clean already?”

Henry crosses his arms. “Lost charm?”

Shawn looks at him, leaning forward a bit and mouth slightly parted in his most authentic gentle confusion. “Yeah. The one you found inside the fish?”

Henry’s frown gets deeper. “What, did you put cameras in my yard, kid?” He’s half-serious about the jab.

“No.” Shawn puts his hands in his pockets, leaving his thumbs out, and shrugs. “Just had a uh, hah! A feeling about it.”

Henry’s frown becomes an outright scowl. “A feeling.”

“Clear as day,” Shawn affirms, keeping a straight face. “Or, strong as… day? No, that doesn’t make any sense. Help me out here Pops, what’s a good metaphor for a strong feeling that’s so right it’s scary?”

“... Lucky guesses, Shawn.” Henry points his tongs at his son. “Trying to get me to believe your charade is a new low.”

“No-one’s trying to get you to believe anything.” Shawn shrugs again. “By the way… what were you doing watching reality dating shows after getting back from a fishing trip? Your tradition is fishing competition after a fishing day, everyone knows that.”

“How did you-” Henry quickly looks through his window, but the TV is off at this point. “Alright Shawn, did you come here just to piss me off today or do you have something you need?”

“A man can’t just visit his father?”

“You can’t just visit your father.”

“Alright, you got me. Listen, Gus and I have a new case that’s… pretty high profile, and I remembered one of your poker buddies just moved into the mayor’s neighborhood. I was hoping you’d help me get him to let us do a stakeout from his house.”

Henry purses his lips and nods a bit. “Stakeout in the mayor’s neighborhood. Sure, Shawn, that’s an easy ask. Let me just call him up and explain why you can’t just-” Henry makes some mocking gestures with his hands. “-conjure up what you need.”

“Well, I could,” Shawn says confidently. “But then I wouldn’t get to eat stakeout snacks.”

“You’re not getting into his house, Shawn.”

“Fine. … I’ll do it my way.” Shawn turns on his heel and begins to walk away, but pauses at the gate and turns. “Oh, and Pops? You used salt instead of sugar in your sauce there.”

He turns again and leaves fully, Gus coming out from behind the tree and giving Shawn a fistbump as they both walk away.

Henry scoffs, knowing Shawn didn’t taste the sauce. He waits until he can’t hear footsteps anymore, and then dips his pinkie into the bowl and tastes it. For his own satisfaction.

Instead he splutters and spits it out into the grass, his sweet-and-sour sauce more like salt and sour.

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The mayor’s wife’s case would be easy even without psychic visions. After one look around the house and one round of chatting with each member of the household, he knows it’s the son. He’s been brought up with the expectation of becoming the next mayor, and was obviously cracking under the pressure. The stolen documents would cast such a pall on the family name that it’d guarantee the death of his political career before it ever started, and the guy clearly had little to no concern about how that would impact his parents. The mayor didn’t even know the documents were missing until his wife had reported it, because his ‘very responsible’ son was in charge of them. Shawn even found the corner of a page with the office symbol visible caught under the son’s dresser- and he got a small vision confirming his suspicion that the son hid the documents under there before moving them before Maid Day.

“OH! I smell the priceless, important mayoral ink!” Shawn has his hand by his head the moment Lassie and Jules step into the foyer to update the family. Shawn holds the imaginary papers up to his nose and takes a deep inhale. “No, wait, there’s-there’s more. Something… musty? No, not musty, zes-zesty? No, no… DUSTY!”

Shawn pulls the pretend papers away from his nose. “The papers were kept somewhere dusty! And- OW!” He snaps his hand away from his temple and over to his ear. He keeps up a silent expression of sheer pain for a moment before sucking in a breath, so dramatic and raw that it makes Jules step forward in concern.

Shawn yanks his hand away from his ear to point at the son. “You.”

“Him?” Lassiter’s open disbelief just encourages Shawn more. “It’d ruin his career, what are you talking about?”

“Yes. Yes, exactly. Guh!” Shawn brings his hand back to his temple and closes his eyes. “You… you want to lose your career path. The politics, the parties, the pressure… yes, I see it now. You hid the documents and staged the theft because you want out!”

The son steps back. “I- what are you talking about? This is my whole life.”

“Exactly.” Shawn opens his eyes. “Ex-actly! Your whole life is nothing but this! Paperwork and flattering and perfection! I can see your drained, tired aura all around you!”

He hopes that never becomes true. Auras sound like a very annoying thing to have to deal with seeing. He’s fairly certain that his dad’s would look like those awful racetrack shirts from the Jimmy Nickles case, all smashed together and awful enough to blind his first, second, and third eyes.

The son looks at his parents. “Come on, this guys has been here for like, three hours, he-he barely even looked around!”

“With my physical eyes, maybe.” Shawn nods. “But with my spiritual eyes I saw everything. And, OH!” He gestures at his ear again. “Oh, I feel everything! Lassie, I think if you check under his dresser in his bedroom, you’ll find a piece of one of the stolen documents under the left back leg.

The son pales. He looks at his parents, backing away from them. “It-it was just budget documents. Nothing harmful.”

His mother covers her mouth. The mayor stares in disbelief.

“Is that a confession?” Lassiter pulls out his cuffs.

“It wouldn’t have hurt anyone!” the son insists again. “Just-just pushed a few deadlines back!”

“Yeah, like food assistance program funding and money for road repair.” Gus looks at the son with confusion and judgment. “Which a lot of people rely on for quality of life.”

“I didn’t destroy them!”

“Yeah, that’s a confession.” Lassiter cuffs the man. “Next time try having a normal scandal to ruin your career.”

“One that doesn’t hurt poor people!” Gus watches the son be led away. “Man, how selfish can you get? Imagine if he had gotten into office.”

“... I actually don’t think much would change, Gus.” Shawn looks past Gus at the mayor. “No offense. There’s just-just a lot of potholes on my street.”

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Gus leans back in his chair, grinning at the check. “You know what this calls for.”

“Way ahead of you, Gus.” Shawn turns around his laptop to show a page for a pineapple-shaped couch.

Gus tsks and yanks the check out of sight. “No way. I meant, this is our first time making an actual profit instead of just operating at a loss or barely breaking even.”

“Dude! The Sweetness just got sweeter! … Man, I hope this doesn’t actually come from spirits. It’d-it’d be a little weird to be calling a bunch of dead strangers Sweetness.”

“Well, have you talked to any dead people?”

“Nah, man. Just visions and gut feelings. Oh, and I totally read Buzz’s mind earlier.”

“For real?”

“For real!”

“What was he thinking?”

“... That part’s a little fuzzier.”

“So you didn’t read his mind.”

“I did! Just… not very clearly. It was something about bagels. Maybe.”

Gus shakes his head and opens his own laptop. “I’m booking you another meditation class.”

“Oh, throw in a massage at the place next door.”

“How is a massage supposed to help you grow and hone your psychic powers?”

“It’s not. But we’ve got money to burn now, man!”

“We made a little profit.”

“That’s the most profit we’ve ever made!”

“That you didn’t immediately gamble away.”

“... That’s low, Gus, that’s a low blow.”

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irisinthemoon · 1 year

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Until I Found You, Pt. 6

[Pt. 1], [Pt. 2], [Pt. 3], [Pt. 4], [Pt. 5], [Pt, 6]

Warning: F!reader, Rollo being a Malleus hater, event spoilers, mock kidnapping, NRC students being NRC students, Eliott and Jules being menaces to society, Rollo being jealous, and blot

Characters: Rollo, Eliott (Oc), Jules (Oc), Malleus, Silver, Sebek, Idia, Rook, Epel, Jamil, Azul, Ruggie, Riddle, Deuce, Yuu, Grim, Professor Trein, a few Oc's here and there. Neige, Chen'ya

Summery: It was finally the day of the week long festival! And it was time you did your duty as a student in Nobel Bell College, but it also meant meeting the person who was in the same situation as you.

“Did you see the NRC and RSA students?”

“Wow! I never thought I would be able to see Neige Leblanche up close!”

“Did you see that guy with silver hair? He looks like a prince!”

Voices of both boys and girls mingle together as they talk about the newly arrived NRC and RSA students. You hadn’t been able to see them yet, having risen early to get everything you needed along with the two outfits you were going to wear for the performances. Just alone from the conversations you had been hearing all morning, you could tell that the people who came here today weren’t just anyone.

A prince, an actor and model, a son of a noble family from the Queendom of Roses, a second year who was known for his booming business at such a young age, and the heir to the Shroud family business. Those were some of the things you managed to hear from the two girls who were accompanying you for the first performance. You had expected to meet and see many people from different social standings, but expecting and actually doing so were two different things.

With a clammy hand, you continued to brush down Snowflake’s mane, the black stallion calmly eating the almonds you had brought to keep him in good spirits and calm. Though, you were starting to think that the one who needed to keep calm was you. You had practiced your routine for almost two months, way before decorations for the Masquerade Ball started to appear on peoples’ houses and the school.

You practically knew the routine by heart! But that didn’t stop the nervous tremor you felt in your hands. This was different, all of this was new to you. Performing for a group of royals and nobles was already nerve wracking, but performing in front of a crowd of people who saw you on the daily really made your head dizzy. If you mess up, the royals and nobles will speak about it but won’t ever see you again.

But the people who lived in the city and attended NBC would most certainly see you everyday and remember your failure.

“Great seven…I’m not up to performing yet and I am already getting myself nervous.” You told your stallion, running your fingers through his mane. He huffs, a crunch leaving his mouth as he continues to chew on the almonds. The stables were the least packed, most of the performers had taken their horses outside in order to get some last minute preparations.

You had decided to stay inside with a few others, far too nervous to face the crowd that you were sure had formed just outside the battle arena. Instead, for the past hour or so you spend them going over the song you were to perform as the closing event. It was a classic one, originating from the City Of Flowers. And for whatever reason, they decided that you were to perform it.

“Maybe you've heard of a terrible place where the scoundrels of Paris collect in a lair.” You hummed under your breath, the familiar tune you had come used to hearing after countless hours of practice coming out of your throat easily. Snowflake’s ears perked up at the sound of your voice, his hoofs tapping on the dirt ground. Seems like he also recognized the lyrics. Smiling, you patted his neck before putting away the brush and taking the empty snack bucket.

The rest of the song came out clearly, Snowflake dancing along with it, happy little huffs leaving his nose. The nerves in your body melted little by little as you went over your routine with the black stallion. By the time you finished going over the routine you had been filled to the brim with energy.

“Ok, we got this Snowflake! All we have to do is keep calm.” He huffed, almost as if telling you that he was not nervous to begin with. You rolled your eyes, a small grin on your lips. “Yeah, yeah, I was nervous for the both of us.” Glancing at the time on the clock hanging by the stables’ double doors, you curse under your breath.

“Shit, I gotta go and get changed.” Calling over one one of the stable boys, you instructed him in what to do with Snowflake. Then, you rushed out of the stables with a few of the other performers and into the changing rooms. One of the girls handed you a yellow dress, brown riding boots, and a deep blue coat. “Good luck [name]!” Giving her a rushed thanks, you changed as best as you could.

With some help, your hair was done in a style that would keep it away from your face. Some light make-up was added and with that, you were already mounting Snowflake. Pulling on the reins, you directed the horse towards the line of other horses. Glancing behind you, you casted an encouraging smile to one of the girls performing with you. She gave you a nod, her brown eyes glinting with excitement.

You could already hear the crowd inside, all anticipating the performance so they could start the week officially. Rubbing your palm against your stallion, you took another deep breath and put on your best smile. Once you got this done and over with, you would be able to spend the rest of your day with Rollo.

“We will now be presenting the Equestrian Club!”

And with that, all ten selected club members guided your horses to the battle arena, bright smiles and ready to perform.

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Rollo covered his lower face with his purple handkerchief, a frown present on his lips. He watched the NRC and RSA students mingle with each other, speaking and laughing in excitement. Their black and white uniforms make them stand out like a sore thumb among the festive outfits the citizens of the City of Flowers wore and Nobel bell students still wearing their school uniform. Glancing at the city’s clock, he sighs, your performance won’t be until a few more minutes. He hadn't been able to see you for most of the morning, his duty as student president prevented him from leaving early as he had to show their guests around.

It would have been fine if not for the fact that the moment the NRC students arrived they started to show off whatever magic they had. That put a bitter taste on his tongue and soured the majority of his morning. He was grateful to Eliott who quickly took over when it became clear that Rollo wouldn’t be able to stay quiet about their magic use.

“Why is everyone heading over there?” Yuu, the magicless human Crowley had mentioned in his letter, asked him. He was painting towards the battle arena where he knew you were probably getting ready. “It is tradition to start the week-long festival with a performance and a traditional song from the City of Flowers.” Rollo explained, lowering his handkerchief to speak properly to Yuu.

“In a few minutes, members of the Equestrian Club will perform a small show, and lastly, one of the members will perform an old traditional song. After that, the festival will officially begin.” Yuu nods in understanding. “So it’s like an opening ceremony?” The third year president nods.

“The festival hasn’t started?” Rollo suppresses the want to roll his eyes. Turning to face the very bane of his existence, Malleus Draconia, he nods. “Yes, I will guide you to the battle arena before the ‘annual hunt’ begins.” Jules nods, his eyes scanning the area. “I think it will be best to leave now, while there isn’t a big crowd.” His secretary adds.

A few of the NRC students furrow their eyebrows in confusion, others looking around the area. “What is this ‘annual hunt’?” Rook peaks up after a few seconds of silence. Jules and Eliott share a look, both of them look unsure of whether they should just tell them in case they are selected. Rollo could see the conflict and familiar mischief swimming in their eyes.

He gave them a blank look, while it would be amusing to see one of them get selected for the annual hunt, he didn’t want to run the risk of them using magic as self defense thinking that they would get kidnapped. Even if the ones doing the hunt use a magic nulling spell, there could be some sort of repercussion. Turning to face the invited students, he is about to explain what is the annual hunt when a puff of smoke appears in the middle of their formed circle.

‘Too late’ he thinks as four more clouds of smoke appear, clearly a coordinated attack. Instantly, Silver and Sebek form a protective barrier in front of Malleus, their magic pens out and ready for attack. Deuce stands in front of Riddle in a protective manner, pen out as Riddle covers his back. Epel and Rook put their backs together, eyes sharp while their hands on their magical pens, not taking them out just yet. Ruggie, Jamil, and Azul get into an attack position, each ready to attack if needed to. Idia lets out a whimper, shrinking into himself with fear and shock written all over his face.

The only ones who don’t move are Rollo, Jules, and Eliott. The three of them simply stood back, already knowing where this was heading. So much for trying to get to the battle arena before the group of ‘hunters’ appeared. “A boss battle this soon in the event?!” Idia said, voice trembling. “Who are you?! And what do you want?!” Demanded Riddle, glaring furiously at the five selected hunters for this year.

“Now, now gentlemen! There is no need to be hostile!” The leader of the hunt, a blonde girl, said. Her hands raised in mock surrender. She was sporting a yellow jester outfit, a black and yellow mask on her face, making it hard for Rollo to tell who it was. “We have come in humbling peace!”

The bells in her hat ring with each movement she does, the other hunters, dressed as different color jesters Rollo noticed, all follow along. A purple jester hums a tune under his breath, and Rollo already knows who Purple jester had picked out of the students. A red jester walks towards him, his brown eyes looking over at the third year with interest before walking away in favor of looking at Neige.

Neige smiles nervously, hiding behind Chenya who looked intrigued by the five different color jesters. A blue jester stands near Malleus, Silver, and Sebek, eyeing the two guards and from where Rollo stands, he could see him thinking about the pros and cons in taking one of the guards. And the final jester, one dressed in green skips around Idia, smirking at the way the blue haired boy shrinks into himself even further.

“President! You don’t mind if we snag one or two of your esteemed guests do you?” Yellow jester says, hands on her hips. Rollo looks at her, then at the students. They all look at him, confused and a little worried. Their magical pens are still out but he could see how some of them start to lower them. “We just want to show the two specials selected to the V.I.P. room where our esteem judge is!”

At this, Rollo perks up, “So, she really was selected to play the part of the judge this year?” Yellow nods, tiny smirk on her lips. He did know you had a solo performance to do, but he didn’t know if it had been for the part of the judge/jester, or if you were just one of the backup vocals.

“Very well, whoever you choose, please do handle them with care.” Placing his handkerchief up to his lips, Rollo hides the tiny smirk forming on his lips. Eliott sniggers while Jules jabs him on the ribs, trying to contain his own laughter. “W-What?!” Exclaimed Epel, anger clear in his face. “Yall just gonna let us get taken?!”

“You will be fine.”

His response only made them even more agitated. Good, they were starting to get on his nerves.

“Where will they be taking us?” Riddle asked, trying to suppress his rage.

“Who is this Judge person?” Deuce added, his blue eyes eyeing weary at the blue Jester who was circling him and Riddle like a shark.

“Better yet, what do you mean by two of us?” Silver spoke up, aurora eyes glaring at the yellow jester. She laughs, her bells jingling along with her. Rollo sighs, then steps aside. “Take whoever you want, but do so with haste. Or we will be late.”

“Oh shoot! Right you are Mr. President!” Clapping her hands, she points at the purple jester and red jester. “Let’s hurry! We mustn't make our dear judge wait!” And with a snap of her fingers, purple and blue jester lunged at Idia while red and green jester lunged at Neige.

It all happened in a blink of an eye.

Without having any time to cast a single spell, Idia was already being carried like a sack by the purple jester, a scream so loud pierced the town square where they all were standing. The blue jester mumbled the familiar incantation and in an instant, whatever spell Idia had thought of using vanished.

Neige also led out a loud squeal as the red jester carried him bridal style as the green jester did the exact same thing as the blue jester. And in quick fast jumps, they all landed where the yellow jester was. The rest of the students screamed the names of the other two, ready to lunge at the hunters when in a fluid and elegant motion, the yellow jester moved her hand into the air and just like they made their grand entrance, purple smoke blinded them momentarily.

The echo of their laughter was all they could hear as the two students that had come with them vanished alongside the hunters. Huffing, Rollo put away his handkerchief and casted a quick wind spell, airing out all the purple smoke. The hunters were long gone, only a yellow and black handkerchief left behind. Once everything was clear, he turned to face the remaining students.

“What the hell was that?!” Exclaimed Epel, eyes trained on Rollo angrily. “And what was with letting them take Idia and Neige?!”

“We have to go and rescue them!” Exclaimed Deuce. “Are they in any kind of trouble? They mentioned a judge, and by the looks of it, you seemed to know who it was.” Added Riddle, gray eyes staring at where Idia had been standing. “Do not fret, they are fine.” He finally said, “Let us go to the battle arena before we miss the opening ceremony.”

“And what about Neige and Idia?” Azul points out, he still looked frazzled about the whole ordeal. “Why were they even dressed like that?” Grim grumbled from where he was in Yuu’s arms. Both the magicless human and cat monster had decided to hide behind the statue of the fair judge until the cost was clear. Not that Rollo blames them, for the years he had stayed here, not once had he been picked.

And it was mostly because he either sacrificed someone, or hid very well so they weren’t able to grab him. Much like now.

“As I have said, they are fine. No harm will come to them,” He began walking towards the battle arena. Jules and Eliott to his left and right. “Now I suggest we hurry unless you wish to miss the opening ceremony.” Jules turns to face them, an apologetic (Rollo knows that it was a mocking smile) smile on his lips. “Worry not, I will explain who they were and why they took your two companions as we make our way to the battle arena.”

That seemed to put most of them at ease. Chenya smiles, eyes flashing with interest as he makes his way to Jules and wraps an arm around his neck. “Oh, now this just sounds like something mew would like to hear.”

‘Great Seven, please help me keep my sanity’

Shaking his head, Rollo leads the group to the opening ceremony.

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If heaven was on earth, it was at this very moment. When they had announced for the Equestrian Club to make their entrance, Rollo’s eyes had immediately searched for you in the crowd of yellow dresses and suits. Once they landed on you, the world seemed to blend in the back as he watched you throughout the whole first half of the performance.

The way you seemed to guide Snowflake in elegant movements following your fellow clubmates left him breathless. The smile on your lips, shine in your eyes, and little waves you did for the crowd had his eyes glued to you. He fiddled with his magic ring, finding it grounding him as he continued to observe you.

Slplitted into two teams of five, he watched as you and four others ran the horses and jumped obstacle courses. The other group of five would trout around the edge, waving at the crowd while handling flowers and bead necklaces.

From the corner of his eyes, he could see how Riddle, Silver, and Sebek stared at the group who was performing elaborate tricks in amazement. “Wow…I didn’t know they could be maneuvered in such a way.” Said Silver in amazement, aurora eyes following one of the riders. Riddle nods in agreement, “Most of what we do is focused on racing other than performing arts.”

Sebek didn’t say anything, but his electric yellow eyes kept trailing behind one of the riders, interested in them as he saw how they did another high jump. Malleus hums, interest flashing in his green eyes as he keeps a close eye on the riders handing out flowers. Rollo gave a suitable nod to one of the riders, who understood immediately as she galloped towards them.

“Welcome to the City of Flowers! May your visit here be one to remember!” Handing Azul, Jamil, Ruggie, and Riddle a red rose, she made her way towards Deuce, Silver, Malleus, Yuu, and Grim. “Here you go! A flower to represent an everlasting friendship.” Each one of them got a yellow rose. After she finished handing them one, she moved on to the next group.

“Rollo, we got word of the last guest that was supposed to be the chaperon for both NRC and RSA.” Whispered Eliott to his right, a tablet in his hands. Pulling away from your figure, he gestures at him to continue. “He will be arriving in around ten to twenty minutes, there has been a delay with his trip but he should be able to make it before the ceremony comes to an end.”

Profesor Mozus Trein, he had volunteered to be the chaperon for both schools, however, he couldn’t be there when Rollo had gone to greet the students. Apparently, he had some issues with his familiar that he couldn’t ignore. “When did you receive the notification?”

“About twelve minutes ago.” Eliott responded after checking his tablet. Rollo nods, “Send one of the members from the student council to go wait for him at the magic mirror. It shouldn’t be long before he arrives.”

“Alright, I’ll send Catherine then.” Typing away in his tablet, Eliott turned to Jules and began discussing the next planned events they had for their guests. Rollo went back to look at you, however, he noticed that someone else had their eye on you.

Malleus Draconia

The fae prince had a small gentle smile (it would have looked sadistic to anyone else) as he gazed at you. Something aching to tenderness flashed in his deep green eyes. Rollo felt himself sneer and quickly covered his lower face with his handkerchief. Something ugly twisted in his chest, it made him feel bitter.

Suddenly, your eyes met him and you beamed at him like you always have. And in an instant, the feeling vanished as it was replaced with gentle warmth. You raised your hand, excitedly waving at him, the sun casting warm rays to your face, illuminating your natural beauty even further. He felt himself smiling like a fool, and without even noticing, he had raised his hand in a half waive.

That seemed to boost up your energy as your face flushed pink and a dazzling smile covered your face in pure joy. Guiding Snowflake towards the other set of obstacles, he watched as you ran with your other four clubmates, more energy in each movement than before.

Someone hummed cheerly in his left ear, startling him. Turning to face the cause of the sound, he almost shrieked as the floating head of Chen'ya greeted him. The cat beastman chuckles, a smile too wide for his face breaks out as the rest of his body appears before him. “Why dear president~ I had no clue you had a lover performing. I wonder, is that why you were in such a hurry to get us here?”

Something about the tone Chenya used was getting on his nerves. It may have been the teasing tilt or the obvious mockery, either way Rollo didn’t like it. Glaring at the cat, he simply turns to face the performance. “She is simply a friend of mine, it’s her first time performing and she wanted me to be here.”

“Mmm, my, my, friends?” Leaning in further, the purple haired boy hums. “Are you sure that is all you feel for the little birdy?”

“I don’t know what you are insinuating.”

Leaning back, the cat gives him a shit eating grin. “I am just saying, if you don’t act quick, a little dragon may steal that birdy from you.” At the implication, Rollo feels a wave of anger hit him. Before he could respond back, Riddle had reached forwards and pulled Chenya by the collar of his sweater. “Chenya! What have I told you about instigating fights?!”

The cat laughs, “Sorry, sorry, I just wanted to have a nice little chat with the president.” He looked anything but sorry. Frowning, he gave the boy a pointed look. “I would appreciate it if you don’t stick your nose where it doesn't belong.” His voice was so cold that it even startled Riddle.

“I apologize on his behalf, Rollo. I will make sure this doesn't happen again.” Pulling the boy away from the white haired boy, Riddle once again offers another apology and walks away with Chenya, scolding him about manners.

“Honestly, who does he think he is…” He mumbles slowly under his breath. Huffing, he goes back to watching the performance, yet the words Chenya spoke to him bounced inside his mind. Without thinking, he glances towards Malleus. The fae was staring at another rider, but his eyes flickered to you every once in a while.

Shaking his head, Rollo tried to rationalize that Malleus simply looked at you like that because he may have never seen people perform with horses until today. He reeked of child amazement the longer he looked at the performers.

Nothing more, nothing less.

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Blot, blot, blot…

Staggering at the sudden vision, you lean on Snowflake for balance. The horse huffs as if concerned and stops moving once you reach the stables. Blinking away the blurriness, you swore you had seen black ink drop right in front of you and into a puddle.

“What the hell…” You mumbled, head feeling a little fuzzy. “Hey, you alright [name]?” Asked one of your clubmates. Her blue eyes glancing at you with worry. Giving her a strained smile, you nod. “Yeah, just a little thirsty. Don’t worry, I will get some water before the last performance.” She doesn't look convinced but nods nonetheless.

Guiding Snowflake into one of the stables with water, you leave him there and go to your changing room in order to take a break before the next performance.

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Yuu blinks away the wave of dizziness he suddenly has. Grim yelps as he is almost dropped to the ground the moment Yuu stagers forward. Deuce, who was next to him, manages to steady him before he could fall to the ground. “Whoa! You alright?!” Asked his blue haired friend, eyes glancing at him with concern.

Epel helps him settle Yuu in one of the nearby chairs, his baby blue eyes looking just as concerned as he felt. Waving them away, he gives them his best convincing smile. “I-I’m fine, it's probably just the heat of the sun mixed with the excitement of the crowd.”

It wasn’t the full truth, but he couldn’t tell them why he had almost fainted. Deuce and Epel share a look, “Have you gotten enough sleep prefect?” Said Deuce, eyeing him cautiously. “Or did you barely sleep because of the excitement of going on this trip?” Added Epel while giving him the same look.

“He actually woke up pretty early.” Grim finally spoke from his position on the ground. Both boys turn to look at him and Yuu glances away with a wince. He had another weird dream, the usual ones he had when someone was about to overblot. He had tried to piece it together to figure out who may be the next victim.

But the dream didn’t fit anyone on campus.

And now that he had another vision, this one showing the blot accumulation, he was sure that the person who would overblot wasn’t from his school or RSA. His brown eyes glanced at Rollo, Jules, and Eliott. The three of them huddled in a circle, looking at something Eliott was showing them. Yuu had a hunch that this time, the victim was going to be one of them.

And if his hunch was correct, it may be Rollo.

Yuu had no clue what Chenya had told the third year, but it must have struck a nerve if even Riddle flinched at the tone Rollo had used. No one had seen the interaction, and Yuu had only managed to witness it when he noticed that Chenya and Riddle were not next to him as they had been moments prior.

“Yeah…I was excited for the trip and ended up waking earlier than planned. I couldn’t go to sleep after that.” Yuu laughed awkwardly as he rubbed the back of his neck. Epel shook his head, “Ya need to take care of yourself prefect.” Yuu chuckles but nods along.

Looking towards the left, he sees Malleus looking at the place where the performance had taken place. A far away look in his green eyes. He wondered what he was thinking about. Shrugging, he went back to focusing on Deuce and Epel, both talking about the tricks the horses had done.

Yuu prayed that he was wrong about the next blot victim.

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Info on the event:

In this au, the festival has a tradition in where five different color jesters will appear and take two people before the opening ceremony begins

The five color jesters are called hunters

The judge mentioned is not related to Frollo, it will make more sense once I post the other chapter as to why they call the reader 'judge'

In case you haven't figured it out, yes Rollo will be overblotting

Neige and Chen'ya will be more included in this au

Eliott and Jules like tormenting people

Fun fact, did yall know that Frollo's horse's name was Snowball, I decided to use that in my favor

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cheemscakecat · 4 months

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Woah, is that Crunchy BLU Spy from Emesis Blue, Tf2?

So, reminder that I believe Emesis Blue is a nightmare shared by multiple people; BLU Spy, Soldier, Medic, and Scout and RED Demoman. Everyone else is a dream version based on how the characters feel about them.

Good news? Spy didn’t end up having an ear burnt off, with his jaw bones exposed like Harvey Dent. [The Dark Night] Also, no hole in his nose, so that’s a blessing…As far as we know.

Bad news is his whole face and body got burnt up, not just half. [I say “just” half like it’s not one of the most painful things that can happen to a human] Spy doesn’t have eyelids or tear ducts left, so he couldn’t blink or tear up no matter how dry/irritated his eyes get. And his lips are gone.

But worse news is to come after he leaves Soldier and Medic’s body in the interrogation room.

“Cheer up Mr Doe. I think your friend will pull through.”

This is a real thing that can happen to bodies if they’re in a fire long enough. But Spy was still walking slowly and painfully when we saw him earlier. And it’s not like he wouldn’t try to escape, so what happened to him?

From Soldier’s POV, it’s what he gets for being a traitor and pushing away the people who wanted to help him. And we don’t get to see Spy’s POV of trying to escape the fire. So there’s two options I came up with.

Either A: His fear of fire and other, undisclosed fears caused him to fumble a simple task like when he got set on fire:

Manages to escape from butcher Pyro competently.

Lights a cigarette for stress relief while drenched in gasoline, decides he doesn’t want it after all…

Chucks it behind him like a loony tunes character about to ruin their whole trap, sets gasoline soaked room and himself ablaze.

Spy’s scenes aren’t all examples of him being incompetent, which leads me to believe it’s a result of his fears/insecurities. Like having to depend on people. And being stuck up while also being useless. And loosing your touch. Any of these in combination are possible. How convenient that he messes everything up the minute he does something cool. Just like going to help Soldier in the stairwell, when he could’ve turned invisible and shot the butcher.

So it’s possible that he did just get stuck somewhere comedically. Or ironically, however you look at it.

But hear me out for a second.

Spy didn’t like being in the sewers, so he may have gone up a few floors for a way out. And what’s on the upper floors?

Scout’s body. Scout is the only person who Spy shouldn’t have beef with. In fact, he’s the only person he hesitated to shoot in that Jules Archibald promotion flashback. Didn’t do anything to “betray” him, wasn’t a criminal. And he knew about him from following Soldier’s radio lead.

Medic put his body back in the coffin, since he wasn’t able to save him. That coffin could be mistaken for a morbid cabinet used by the Engineers, and if the fire was creeping up the floors, Spy would be looking for an extinguisher.

I head-canon that Spy found Scout’s body and tried to bring it with him.

But then the slaughterhouse collapsed, and he was trapped in the rubble. BLU’s cleanup crew found him when they went searching for him and Soldier.

“This boy has been missing since Halloween night.”

“Whatever it was you saw inside Conhager Slaughterhouse.. you are not to speak of it with anyone.”

Missing. Missing.

Missing.

M! sS!n G.

#emesis blue #tf2 #character analysis #sad lad hours

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invisibleraven · 1 month

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Imagine your OTP saying I love youto each other five times without the actual (romantic) meaning of it. + if one time they say it right

Peterpatterlina

Julie wasn't sure she was breathing as she waited for Mr. Brunner to return her math test. Calculus had never been her strongest subject, and this test was a big one-so she had reason to be nervous.

"Hey," Reggie whispered. "You'll do great, I just know it."

"If I do it's only because you tutored me," Julie replied.

Unlike Julie, Reggie excelled at math, so when he heard she needed help, he was happy to offer his services. It got him out of his house in the afternoons and neither of them mentioned how Ray slipped him a few bucks after each session.

The tests were handed back and Julie turned hers over with trembling fingers. Preparing to see a sea of red when she looked. But... as she looked it over, there was almost no red there. And a big fat 82% on the top.

"Oh my god!" she shrieked, turning and shoving it in Reggie's face. "Look!"

"Told you that you had this," he said with a smirk.

"Because of you," she replied. "Reggie I love you."

He grinned. "Love you too Jules. Now let's get to lunch. Your treat."

2. Luke stuck his tongue out of his mouth as he worked on his latest song. It was almost perfect, but the bridge was giving him trouble.

"Need a hand?" Julie asked from her spot besides him on the couch. They had both been absorbed in their own song, hanging out in her garage as they often did, not needing to talk, just swap songs when they needed to.

"Yeah, this bridge is killing me," Luke replied, handing over his notebook. "You?"

"Nah, I'm good," Julie replied, humming the tune to his song, making little notations along the margins regarding tempo, then came to the bridge part. She then started writing, scribbling madly and Luke had to sit back in awe as she made something work that had flummoxed him so badly. "How's that?"

Luke looked it over, and then a wide smile split his face. "Molina I love you and your beautiful brain."

She smiled back. "The feeling's mutual. Now let's see if we can fix the chorus."

"Wait, what's wrong with the chorus?"

3. Reggie slipped through his window, creeping around the house and then jumped on his bike, taking off towards Luke's house.

Sure it was late at night, but Luke barely ever slept, and honestly Reggie knew he wouldn't either if he stayed at his house. Not with his parents going at it like they were. Plus Luke had offered Reggie a place to go any time he needed.

Thankfully it was a short bike ride, and he quickly stashed his ride in the back yard, so as to not piss Mrs. P off. He knocked against Luke's window where there was still a light on, and Luke opened it up, giving him his infamous boyish grin.

"Hey Reg. Hop on in."

Reggie grinned, hoisting himself over the ledge, and threw off his leather jacket. "Thanks. The folks were re-enacting World War Two in the living room, I needed an out."

"I told you, any time," Luke replied, sitting himself back on his bed. "You wanna cuddle or the sleeping bag?"

"Cuddles please," he said, shucking off his jeans as Luke killed the light. Climbing in beside Luke, letting himself be pulled into those arms of his. "Thanks Lu. Love you."

"Sweet dreams Reg."

4. The applause was still ringing out as Julie and the Phantoms left the stage, the four of them beaming as they entered their green room.

"That was legendary!" Luke whooped as he launched himself back onto the couch.

"I can't believe we actually did that!" Reggie exclaimed, rubbing his face with a towel.

Alex was buried in Willie's arms but shot them all a pleased smile, even as it looked like he was ready to doze off then and there.

"Guys... we just played The Orpheum," Julie exhaled. "We could go real places from here."

"To the top boss!" Luke grinned, but then noticed Julie's watery eyes. "Hey, what's wrong?"

"It's just... I wish my mom was here for this."

The boys immediately got up and gathered her in a hug. Giving her all the support they could, even if they could never replace her mom. Julie sniffled and hugged them back. "Love you guys so much."

"Love you too boss," Luke replied.

"Forever and always," Reggie echoed.

5. Julie fluffed her hair in the mirror, and applied another layer of lip gloss before exiting her room. "How do I look?"

Reggie gave an exaggerated whistle while Luke pretended to use an imaginary camera, causing Julie to blush as she waved them off. "Thanks guys."

"Where you going Jules?" Reggie asked.

"Hot date," she replied, packing up her purse. "Dinner and a movie, but felt like making an effort. I really like this guy."

Luke felt a churning in his gut at that, sharing a look with Reggie. They had both discovered they had feelings for Julie long ago, and each other. But they had decided to not butcher their friendship and the band, the would keep their feelings to themselves.

Now it was coming back to bite them.

"Alright, I'm gone. Don't wait up!" Julie called at the door. "Love ya!"

"Be safe!" Reggie called.

"Have fun!" Luke added.

The door closed behind her and the boys shared another look-the sentiment clear. Fuck.

+1. Luke and Reggie decided to wait up-they both knew neither of them would be able to sleep until Julie got home.

But of course, neither of them could stay focused on any one thing either. Songs were all full of longing and scratched out phrases about unrequited love. Books got rifled through and tossed aside. Games were distracted button mashes.

"How long has she been gone?" Luke asked.

Reggie glanced at the clock. "Hour tops."

"Fuck," Luke said, tossing his head back onto the couch. "We gotta tell her Reg."

"I know," he replied, thought it was a mere whisper. "I think we might be too late though."

"Too late for what?"

They turned and saw Julie standing in the doorway, make up streaked down her face, looking much less jubilant than she had when she left.

"Julie!" Luke exclaimed coming over to hug her. "What happened?"

Reggie rushed to give her a wipes so she could clean her face, embracing her as she trembled in their hold. "Do we need to kill this guy?"

"You'd have to get in line," Julie snorted. "He seemed so nice online and then he was an arrogant, racist jerk in real life so I kicked him in the balls before I left."

"Good on ya boss," Luke chuckled.

"You deserve so much better than that waste of space," Reggie added, directing them all to the couch.

Julie sighed, relaxing back into the cushions. "I know, but every guy I like is either a jerk, or into someone else or..."

"Or?" Luke asked.

"Or it's more than one person. Both of whom I love like crazy, neither of whom I can be with because it will ruin everything," Julie finished, though her words were muffled from where her face was buried in her hands.

"Julie..." Reggie started, looking at Luke who nodded at him. "Julie, you know that they love you back right?"

"And not as friends, not as a sister or bandmate," Luke added. "Head over heels, hearts on our sleeves, completely gaga in love with you."

"Really?" Julie asked, lifting her head, looking hopeful. "You never said-neither of you!"

"Well neither did you!" Reggie replied, then laughed. "We're all idiots."

"We wasted too much time hung up on what ifs and maybes and worries," Luke said.

"We have lots of time left," Julie replied. "I love you both, you both love me..."

"And each other," Reggie piped up. "So what do you want to do about it?"

"Turn on a movie and see where the night takes us?" Julie suggested.

"We can get a pizza, since I doubt you ate," Luke added.

"Sounds like a perfect first date," Julie replied.

From then on out, they knew that every time they said I love you, it meant in the way they had always hoped, even if Alex claimed they said it to excess some times. But they never got tired of saying it, hearing it, and most of all, feeling it.

And they had a lifetime to do just that.

#filled prompts #ficlet #rukebox #peterpatterlina #julie and the phantoms

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airi-p4 · 8 months

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Hi! I wrote this short story. Enjoy?

Summary:

Juleka and Luka talk about parenthood.

AO3

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Since Juleka and her twin brother Luka moved to their respective apartments with their respective partners, it was only Anarka, their mother, who lived on the Liberty- the eccentric ship moored on the waters of the Seine.

Juleka liked visiting her old home and meeting the family. Once a month, they met there, the three of them, like old times.

That day, when Juleka stepped in, her mother was out and her brother was at the counter of the kitchen, brows furrowed, his coffee getting cold in front of him.

"Luka?"

"Oh, hi Jules…" Luka sighed.

"What's wrong?" Juleka took a seat beside him.

"Marinette is pregnant," he said.

"Yes, I know?" Juleka blinked, confused. "You two told us the other day, remember? Or have you forgotten how we had to stop Mom from almost firing some fireworks up to the sky through the Liberty's pirate cannons?"

"As if anyone could forget that…" he grumbled as he rolled his eyes.

"Right?" Juleka snickered. "Besides, it's because of that that now I have to stop Rose from buying every pink or cute baby clothes she sees" she groaned. "Congratulations, anyway" she elbowed him.

"Yeah, thanks…" he sighed again.

"What's troubling you?" She worried. He hesitated before answering and that was rare.

"I'm not sure if I'm going to be a good father…" he finally said.

"What?"

"What if I can't be a good father, Juleka?" He looked at her, unusually altered. "What if I'm not enough? Or what if-?"

"That's nonsense" she cut him off.

"I've never had a decent paternal figure, Jules- you know that better than anyone. And sure, Tom is amazing but I don't think I can be as great as he is... I'm scared. I don't know what to do…"

"I think nobody does in this situation, really" she shrugged. His eyes darted to focus on her. "You're becoming a father for the first time, it's normal for you to worry or to panic, even," she took a pause. "But you're gonna be fine". She smiled softly.

"How can you know? You can't be certain about that"

"I am," she reassured. "You've always been there for me, mom, Marinette and our friends; giving us advice and guidance, relentlessly supporting and encouraging us to follow our dreams, lecturing us when we needed to be scolded or warned, helping us to find clarity when our inner melodies sounded out of tune... You're a confidant to laugh with and a shoulder to cry on… You've always been there for me when mom or anybody else couldn't. You've been more than a role model to me, Luka: a paternal figure, too. For our friends as well- I'm sure of it. We love you and are very grateful for everything you do for us" she paused to stare confidently at her eyes. "You'll be an amazing father- I absolutely have no doubts"

"Jules…" he teared up, moved by her speech.

"I bet you're going to be even more stupid after you become a father, though!" She teased.

"Hey!" He laughed.

"I'm sure you're going to stupidly love your kids like you already do with your wife… See? Extra stupid."

He couldn't deny it

"I bet you're going to spoil them so much" she smirked.

"I- Yeah, that seems accurate" he admitted with a grin.

"See? You have nothing to worry about. You'll be an excellent father, Luka, like you are an amazing brother to me. The best I could ever ask for"

"Jules… Thank you" he hugged his sister tightly. "You're the best sister I could ever had, too. I love you"

"I love you too, dumbass" she hugged him back, affectionately.

The twins kept hugging for a long minute, like that time, when they were just little children, and Juleka would cry over being bullied and missing a father. That time, Luka hugged her as tight as he could and, it was then when he decided that, from now on, he would protect Juleka and his loved ones at all costs.

"But the way-" Juleka broke the silence. "I want you to know that I'm going to be a very loving and spoily aunt too. Same with Rose" she proudly proclaimed, pulling apart.

"Sure. No complaints here" he chuckled.

"Good" she joined his laugh.

Both of them failed to see Anarka taking a photo of their hug. Emotional, she took a moment to wipe off her tears before greeting her children and pulling them into another, bigger, hug.

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"I'm back-"

Marinette had almost no time to leave the keys at the entrance when Luka quickly tackled her into a tight hug.

He took his wife by surprise. "Luka? What's wrong?"

"I'm going to love and spoil you two so, so much…" he hugged her tightly.

"Three"

"Huh?" He rised his head to look at her. "Three…? You mean…? Your visit to the doctor with your mom…"

"Yes" Marinette giggled, happily pulling out an ultrasound from her purse and showing it to him proudly. "We're expecting twins!"

After a few seconds of processing her husband couldn't hold his tears. Emotional and delighted, he lifted Marinette's body in his arms, spinning her around happily.

"Luka! Put me down!" She laughed.

He couldn't stop smiling either.

Twins.

Like he and her sister.

Twins he could doubly (and extra stupidly) love and spoil.

"Amazing…" he finally stopped spinning and took a moment to press his forehead to hers. "I can't wait to meet our children" he said, eyes to eyes- earnestly, affectionate.

"Yeah… me neither" she blissfully reciprocated.

He finally put her down, and pulled Marinette closer in a heartfelt kiss. "I love you," he said. Then his hand moving over her stomach. "The three of you"

"I love you too, Luka" she gave him another warm kiss. "The three of you"

The Couffaine's family was growing - but so was their (stupid) love.

Fin

#my fic #endgame lukanette #airip4

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Back to the Future: The Animated Series, s02ep02 “Put On Your Thinking Caps, Kids! It's Time For Mr. Wisdom!” Review and Commentary

Previous episodes linked here.

In this episode: Old college rivals, volcanoes, and game-show host Marty

Doc's transmission to us in this episode begins at the "Hill Valley Space Center and Air Sickness Clinic," where he's about to take a trip into outer space. The local cable company has recruited him to overhaul their communication satellite. Fancy job!

Doc is especially excited because the cable company has promised him free cable plus premium channels. He goes on to tell us that it isn't his first experience with broadcasting and leads us into the cartoon with, "It all started when Marty was studying for his astronomy class."

Let's see what wacky chain of events happened all because of Marty trying to study, shall we?

We open the cartoon with Marty riding his hoverboard to Doc's house. As usual, he isn't paying any attention to where he's going—on account of he's trying to study while he rides. He glances up just in time to realize that he's about to crash straight into Doc's garage door, which elicits this expression...

After flying into the garage, Doc shows him his new invention: M.A.R.I.E (Memory Archive Recall Indexer and Enhancer). It's a machine that helps the user to recall any memory.

Doc demonstrates, putting on a helmet and proceeding to look like he's being electrocuted. There's lots of zapping and flashing and thrashing, which happens so quickly that you can't really fully appreciate all the faces Doc makes unless you continuously go back through the scene and pause it. Which is what I did. Here are some highlights.

Ridiculous.

Marty needs help studying for his science test. Doc won't give him any answers, but he does tell Marty he's free to use the library in the house. However, I have a sneaking suspicion that Marty will end up using this new machine to enhance his memory. Hmm...

We go check in on Verne then, who is tuning in for his favorite show, Mr. Wisdom. Jules, who is also in the room, voices his disapproval of both Verne sitting so close to the TV and Mr. Wisdom, who he says is a "phony." Verne doesn't care, though, and becomes overjoyed when he learns that Mr. Wisdom is traveling around on his bus and will be visiting Hill Valley the following day. Marty says he wants to go too since he'd rather ask Mr. Wisdom his science questions instead of actually looking through books for the answers.

Doc enters the room and freaks out at seeing Mr. Wisdom on the screen, but we don't get a reason as to why.

The next day, Marty and Verne venture over to Lone Pine Mall to meet Mr. Wisdom. Marty is less than impressed when Mr. Wisdom appears on stage for all of 10 seconds before directing the audience full of children to the gift shop and then literally vanishing in a flash of smoke and light??

We soon learn that Mr. Wisdom isn't the fun, goofy show host that he appears to be. Back on his bus, he's calculating how much money he's gotten out of "those little twerps." A small child finds his way onto the bus to ask for an autograph, and Mr. Wisdom opens A TRAP DOOR that the kid falls into. He is not a nice guy. This is him, btw. (in his Mr. Wisdom form, at least. It's revealed that this is a mask he puts on)

Yeah, that looks like a guy who would use trapdoors to make children disappear.

Verne talks Marty into going onto the bus to meet Mr. Wisdom, where the man soon learns who Verne's father is. "Emmett Lathrop Brown?!" he exclaims, to which Marty reacts with amusement at learning Doc's middle name. (do you really expect me to believe that Marty wouldn't have known this already??)

Anyway, if there are two good things the animated series gave us, it's Doc and Marty's middle names. This also makes me think of that strange little "theory" that's been floating around since forever that claims Doc's first and middle names read backward is "time portal." Ttemme Porhtal. I mean. Lathrop could for sure be read as "portal" but it's a stretch with Emmett. Though, "time" spelled backward can be read as "emit."

I digress...

Mr. Wisdom says that Emmett is his dearest old friend and suggests he go home with the boys to surprise him. Let's see how that goes.

After being left alone in the garage, Mr. Wisdom does some snooping around and takes a look at some of Doc's inventions. He's particularly intrigued when he finds the DeLorean, saying, "Could it be? His old college dream? Oh, not a flux capacitor!" And I take issue with this line because didn't Doc only come up with the flux capacitor that night he hit his head? This cartoon just does whatever it wants, though, so I shouldn't be surprised.

Doc isn't happy in the slightest to find his old college acquaintance in his house and runs him right out. When Marty and Verne question what the problem is, Doc tells them the story involves a long flashback, which we then go into. It all starts at the college Doc attended.

What a great name for a college.

Doc and Mr. Wisdom, whose real name is Walter, were roommates and frat brothers apparently. Here they are in happier times:

They're preparing for a science convention, and it becomes clear right away that Walter is jealous of Doc's inventions and his intelligence. When the day of the award ceremony comes, Walter wins after having stolen Doc's invention—the perpetual motion hula hoop. From there, Walter went on to sign a deal with a toy company, became wealthy, and was given his own science show. Doc finishes telling his tale with tears in his eyes (he's cutting onions while he tells it, lol).

Later that night, Walter Wisdom sneaks into Doc's lab to steal some of his inventions. Doc, Jules, and Verne wake up just in time to see the DeLorean speed off, and they manage to get a look at the date and location on the time circuits by using a specialized camera. His destination is ancient Egypt. Doc gathers the boys (including Marty, who had still been at the house trying to study) and they take off after Walter. Their excursion to Egypt lasts all of 30 seconds, though, as Walter changes course and programs the car to go to Krakatoa in 1883. Doc shoots out a rope and plunger-type device from the train that connects to the DeLorean, so they get pulled right along to the next time period. Once there, Walter flies the car over a volcano and cuts the rope, sending the train hurtling toward doom.

The train is immediately swallowed by lava. Goodbye Doc, Marty, Jules, and Verne. It's been real.

Meanwhile, back in the present day, Clara has woken up and is wondering where everyone is. She catches a broadcast that Mr. Wisdom is doing where he's advertising his new invention: a DeLorean time machine. Thankfully, his evil plans are crushed before anything can come of his little late-night commercial when Doc and the gang walk onto his stage. Yes, they're alive! And they look like this!

Doc just happened to have several of his "full-body oven mitts" on board the train, which protected them all from the lava. (I would very much like to know why Doc didn't just invent. Like. Regular looking suits that protect against fire. In what world is this a practical design? But it is very funny.)

Things continue to get even wackier when—after Walter and Doc argue for a bit over who's the "real" inventor—Marty proposes they settle it via an impromptu game show. ???? I guess to prove to the audience watching at home that Walter is a liar and thief?

So. Yeah, they throw together a whole elaborate game show with lights and flashing signs and such. They bring out each of the inventions Walter has stolen and challenge him to explain them, and when he can't, the points go to Doc. Marty's the host. It's all extremely silly.

I do like that Doc and his sons have matching pajamas. (But I must point out that only Doc was wearing them when they embarked on their journey in the train a few scenes prior. Jules had on a beige colored night-shirt, and Verne was wearing red pjs. So...this seems like an error. Which is par for the course for this show; there are SO many mistakes that I catch.)

The game show shenanigans come to an end when Walter attempts to use M.A.R.I.E. and fails to use the correct settings, causing him to have his memory wiped. Doc and the boys head home, and all is well.

We end the episode with Doc in outer space, where he's busy fixing the satellite. There isn't much interesting there, though. And that's it! Not a fan of this episode, to be honest. It was VERY disjointed, and all the action was rushed. It felt more like this should have been a two-parter, and they just squeezed everything into a single episode where the end chase scene and weird game show was made to fit into like...3 minutes total toward the end. We don't even get to see the volcano stuff. We just see the car fly into it, then it's a swift cut to the Mr. Wisdom TV segment, where Doc and the boys appear a few seconds later wearing the oven mitts. This might have had the potential to be an interesting episode if it had been split in two, and we got to see more chaos unfold.

After the last episode where Doc was put into that tiny jar, I just don't think anything else this show does will satisfy me.

Join me next time to meet Biff's son, Jennifer's grandparents, and. I dunno. The Futurepedia summary for it is long and convoluted, and I don't want to read it, lol.

#back to the future #bttf #bttf: the animated series #obligatory apology for if the set of 4 screencaps of Doc get messed up and put in an ugly vertical stack #i have no confidence that tumblr has fixed that bug yet (it's been MONTHS helppp)

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jmrothwell · 5 months

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Fake dating prompts! wearing eachothers clothes publicly to 'keep up the image' for the Julie (clothes thief extraordinaire) pairing of your choice!

also for @bananakarenina who asked: FAKE DATING MY BELOVED wearing each other's clothes to keep up the image, rulie

This was absolutely absurd. Julie could hardly believe what she was reading, not to mention the audacity to push this kind of decision to them via email. She and Alex were really the only ones who even regularly checked their emails so she wasn’t even sure if Reggie had even seen this and she really did not want to be the one to break this particular bit of news to him.

He had already acted weird enough when all the tabloids and even slightly more legitimate magazines and websites had latched onto the rumor that she and Reggie were dating.

Hot on the heels of their recent Grammy win Julie Molina, frontwoman of Julie and the Phantoms, seen hand in hand with bassist and fellow phantom Reggie Peters while sporting his signature flannel. Are we seeing the sparks of a new romance? Anonymous sources near the pair…

Sure, just ignore how she had borrowed Luke’s fleece and Alex’s hoodie twice earlier that same week or how she, Flynn, and Willie had all ended up in some particularly compromising positions at the skatepark.

When the PR team said they’d come up with a plan, Julie had foolishly thought they meant some sort of damage control. Maybe their typical ‘ignore it and continue on with their lives until the gossip rags find a new fascination’ approach. Not this nonsense.

And her attempts to protest the decision by calling Andi were completely useless.

“They're not saying you have to actually date each other.” Andi said, like she wasn’t one of the ones pushing forward with this stupid decision. “The rumors are already there, the label just wants you to lean into them to try and boost interest in the new single.”

“By lying to our fans?” Julie snapped back, rolling her eyes at the BS reasoning Andi no doubt was parroting from someone else about how since they weren’t putting out an official statement, just letting the rumor mill spin a little longer, it wasn’t lying.

Thankfully for Andi, Julie got distracted halfway through that particularly banal drivel by Alex and Luke letting themselves into her apartment. Unfortunately for Julie, they were dragging along a particularly beleaguered Reggie clearly trying to act like nothing was wrong.

So they’d all definitely read the e-mail then. Julie didn’t have the time or headspace to try and navigate why Reggie’s understandably negative reaction made her insides twist up.

There was also no way she was going to be able to out maneuver the prepared PR answers Andi had been given. Last time she tried had not ended well for anyone.

“I thought the Grammy stirred up plenty of attention?”

“Cam is worried that all the focus would be on your last album,” Andi started to say but Julie quickly tuned out. Ugh, Cam. She was going to strangle whoever decided to hire Cam as the new head of PR.

“Well, ask Cam,” Jule started hearing her bandmates echo her sentiments, “How does a fake relationship put any focus on the album at all?”

It was no good, the loop began anew and Julie was not in the mood to talk circles for the rest of her morning. She handed the phone off to Alex to see if he could manage to talk some sense into anyone since he’d had the most luck with it in the past. Luke handed her a warm mug of coffee as she settled on the counter while Reggie quietly fussed around with her coffee maker.

“Good news, bad news.” Alex said, after finishing the call with Andi and after some sense of normalcy had returned to the three in the kitchen–Reggie had managed to lighten the mood with some theories behind Cam’s credentials.

“They’re planning on releasing a more appropriate marketing campaign for the single.” Alex said as he handed Julie back her phone.

“But?” Luke was the one to prompt, though Julie already suspected what the bad news was and going off the look she exchanged with him, so did Reggie.

“But they still want you two to “look the part” of a happy couple.”

Reggie had an idea, which given past experience had the potential of ranging from absolutely genius to extremely downright worrying. Julie was really hoping this leaned more to the former than the latter since she honestly didn’t know what else to do.

She sat waiting near the bus stop where they agreed to meet.

“Hey, Jules!” Reggie’s voice carried to her from down the street, and all of her overthinking was swapped out as she looked up to see him heading towards her, typical black pants and leather jacket. Standing out amongst his ensemble however was the bright yellow smiley face shirt he was wearing.

In all the time she’d known him the most color she’d seen him wear was red, maybe the occasional muted or dark brown or blue, but mostly he stuck with his black and white. The shock of seeing him in such a bright color was so much it took a little too long for her to even register it was her sweater. She hadn’t been able to find it and was almost certain she’d lost it.

“This is your idea?” She said, finally getting the gears in her brain to work again.

“Yeah,” He smiled down at her, bright as ever, looking down at the sweater then back at her. “Hope you don’t mind, you accidentally gave it to me when you returned my flannels last week.”

“And it fits?”

“Mostly, the sleeves kind of bunch up funny under my jacket.” He grimaced, then pulled said jacket off handing it over to her, pushing the sleeves of the sweat up to his mid forearm. Then waved off her efforts to hand his jacket back. “You wear it.”

Her brain froze again, trying to think of any other time Reggie had willingly let any of them borrow his jacket. He laughed, no doubt at what must be her gobsmacked expression.

“But I will be taking it home with me.” He said, throwing an arm around her shoulders once she donned the jacket. “Now, I think you still owe me pizza from last month’s game night.”

Julie attempted to blink back the surprise of the past few minutes, not sure why her thoughts were so eagerly trying to run away from her.

#rulie #rulie relajante #julie and the phantoms #really this was one of those background engineered fics #I knew I wanted Reggie to borrow her sweater but I wasn't sure why he would #Then I wanted the fake dating to not be their idea so I had to engineer whose it was #though it's probably not going to be too many more steps to real dating

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Malinger

Story Summary and Content - 4,423 words. Manipulative Jules tricks her ignorant boyfriend Alex into resuscitating her. Non-consensual inclusion in fetish activity. Asthma, on-site resuscitation, incompetent rescuer, explicit sex.

Malinger, verb: to pretend or exaggerate incapacity or illness. - from Miriam Webster Jules 11AM

Stop texting u know I am at work. u been texting me all morning!

Jules stared hard at her phone. Notifications were pinging on her computer, all from work colleagues on Slack and customers on Deskpro, but she tuned them out.

The text was from her boyfriend, Alex. They were both technically “at work,” but Jules worked from home. If she were being honest with herself, she could admit she’d texted him too many times that morning, not to mention the previous week, but she didn’t see why he had to be so hostile.

He’d been increasingly like this, insisting on more “space.” Comments like that tended to have the opposite effect on her. She was tempted to text back with: what’s wrong? or talk to me!

Jules took a deep breath and raked her hand through her long, dark curls. She always put effort in from the waist up: Work-appropriate blouse, styled hair, make-up on point. From the waist down she was wearing leggings and going barefoot.

She took a moment to fire off a few quick responses on her computer, though her mind was still on Alex.

I need to do something about him, she thought. He’d cared for her once. Loved her. But she could grant that she was a lot to put up with. And he wasn’t really one for communication, even on the healthier side. They’d been together for three years, lived together in the house her grandmother left her. She saw him every day, but she wasn’t sure he even remembered why they’d gotten together in the first place.

She remembered. He was hot, good in bed, always kept a job, did his half of the chores, made her laugh…

And I can tell him what to do and he does it because I typically know better.

Alex had always been an anxious person, and when it came to any new situations he tended to freeze up or avoid them altogether. He relied on her to make phone calls, deal with emergencies, handle social engagements. She was the one who talked to neighbors when they trespassed on the property, the one who decided when someone needed to go to the ER, the one who knew what invitations they should accept and which they should decline. She was even the one who fished the neighbor’s stupid kid out of the koi pond, saving the boy from drowning even though both of them witnessed it happening.

That was a bit of an anti-boner, if she was honest with herself. She sometimes wondered what he would do if she needed his help. She had asthma, though it was well-controlled with daily medication. He knew she had it, and he’d seen her use her rescue inhaler a few times, but he didn’t seem interested in learning anything more.

She fantasized about him taking care of her, not that she’d ever said anything to him. At first, they were simple, innocent fantasies. He’d take the afternoon off to take her to an appointment with her doctor. He’d pick up her prescriptions, or retrieve her inhaler from her purse. Maybe he’d help administer the puffs. He’d sit with her, anxiously monitoring her breathing while they waited for an ambulance. Or he’d perform CPR on her if she went into respiratory arrest.

Just thinking about it made her wet.

Jules set her status as “away” and hurried into the bedroom. She could use a little “me time” with one of her toys and an OPandER resuscitation video.

11:17AM

Jules lay on the bed, savoring the afterglow. She’d pulled her leggings off and lay splayed on the bed. Her thighs were slick and shiny, and she still had a hot pink dildo plunged deep into her pussy. She lightly rubbed her sensitive clit, mulling over the thoughts she’d been having about Alex resuscitating her. His big hands between her breasts, pumping up and down. His mouth on hers, filling her with his warm breath.

She’d never shared her resus fetish with him. She couldn’t imagine that he’d understand.

Of course, now they were hardly talking, let alone having even vanilla sex.

I can make him remember how he feels about me, she thought, the first tendrils of an idea stroking her brain. I can make him realize he can’t live without me.

3:00PM

u ok?

Jules took her sweet time answering, finishing up a report and uploading it before she scooped up her phone to respond.

I’m okay, she texted back. I need a favor, if you don’t mind. I can’t find my inhaler.

do u think it might be n my truck?

I think it might be at Ashlyn’s, and she’s out of town. I had the NP call one in, do you mind swinging by the pharmacy after work?

His response took a while; she didn’t know if he’d gotten busy with a customer, or if she’d thrown him off by asking him to do something important for her.

will u be ok that long?

I’m fine, just a little tight from all this stupid ragweed. And my boss is being a dick, that always makes me feel short of breath, lol

Ill get ur prescription where do I go?

CVS, thank you so much babe

4:30PM

hey my boss let me leave early i am at CVS now. u ok?

I looked again for my inhaler. I’m really uncomfortable. I signed out of work early.

line is really long let u know when i leave

Ok.

can u do anything else to feel better? until I get there?

4:47PM

sorry line was long leaving now

might need ER

shit b there n 15 hurrying

Jules looked at herself in the mirror. She’d washed her face and reapplied makeup. Foundation that was a little too light for her, plenty of mascara, no blush. She’d even dug out the cool-toned purple lip stain that she’d worn only once because she thought it made her look a little cyanotic.

Looking herself over in the full-length mirror, Jules decided to undo her blouse a couple more buttons, making sure her lacy bra was visible. During the work day, she’d worn a camisole under the bouse, but she’d taken that off so that her bra was visible through the thin fabric of the blouse. She’d also changed into a high-waisted pair of leggings that flattered her figure.

Hurrying down the basement steps, she found the breaker box and swung open the gray door. Alex had labeled all of the breakers, and she found the one for the room where the modem and router were housed. She flipped the breaker off, then reset it halfway so that it looked like it had tripped. Closing the box, she hurried upstairs. They didn’t get cell service at the house, and relied on Wi-Fi calling; this would prevent him from calling 9-1-1. She wasn’t sure if it bothered her to waste resources so much as she didn’t want the fun to end too soon; the volunteer fire department was just down the road and answered all medical calls in that area.

After a moment’s thought, she washed the dirt from the basement off her feet and slathered on some moisturizer.

Then she sat her phone on the kitchen table and laid down in the floor to wait.

She took a moment to scrub her chest and neck with her hands, hoping it would look like she’d clawed herself in desperation. She gathered her hair and draped it over her face. Then she arranged her limbs; legs just slightly spread, one hand limp on her stomach, the other by her face.

As she waited to hear the sound of Alex’s truck on the gravel drive, she practiced keeping her eyes half-lidded and staring.

When she finally did hear his tires, she started hyperventilating, hoping it would help her hold her breath longer.

Alex 5:00PM

Alex took the turn into their drive too fast, his truck tires kicking gravel and the cab bouncing him around as he dug a fresh rut. He reached the house in record time, parking and snatching up the white prescription bag before he sprinted to the house. His hands were shaking so hard it took him a minute to unlock the door.

“Jules? Jules, I have your—” His mouth shut with a click when he walked into the kitchen. Jules was sprawled on her back, face covered by her dark hair.

He froze for several seconds before he managed to make himself move, diving for her limp body. The bag fell useless next to her lifeless form as he swept her curls back from her face.

Jules stared up at him, eyes half open. Her blouse was partly undone, and he could see reddened marks down her throat and across her chest like she’d clawed herself. He grabbed her by the shoulders and shook her, gentle at first and then harder. Her head swayed, her staring eyes sliding back and forth with each shake.

“JULES? JULES! Can you hear me?”

She didn’t move or speak in response. He gripped her shoulders hard, trying to force himself to think.

Her body was warm to the touch, so if she was dead, she hadn’t been dead long.

She can’t be fucking dead. She just texted me… Hell, I’m doing all this in the wrong order.

He dug his phone out of his pocket and dialed 9-1-1. To his surprise, the call didn’t connect. He stared at the screen for a while before he realized that he had no service at all. The Wi-Fi wasn’t connected.

“HOW IS THERE NO FUCKING SERVICE?!” he bellowed. He leaned over and patted her face with increasing force, her head rocking. Then he slapped her. She made a noise and her eyelids closed, but she didn’t move again.

“Jules! Jules?” He grasped both shoulders, shook her twice, then clambered to his feet. He spotted her phone on the kitchen table, scooped it up, and dropped back to his knees next to his girlfriend. “What’s your fucking pin?! Jules, what’s your—Oh!”

He grasped her limp hand and pressed her thumb to the screen of the phone, then tried to call 9-1-1 again. No service.

“Fuck!” He dropped her phone with a clatter.

What about the neighbors?

They’d never met half of them, and the rest lived pretty far away. The people with the koi pond had moved. He could drive to the rescue station, but he’d have to get in his truck and leave Jules alone.

I could carry her to the truck…

“Hey,” he said, leaning close to her again. She was so still. He patted her face again, then put his hand on her stomach. “Hey, are you…breathing…?”

Alex leaned over, bringing his ear close to her mouth, and waited. And waited some more.

She’s not fucking breathing, he thought.

“Oh, oh God, what do I…?” He briefly closed his eyes, feeling his heart pound. He’d taken CPR years and years ago through the Boy Scouts, back when his father thought a scout master would be able to “straighten him out.”

ABC’s. A is for………

AIRWAY!

Alex leaned over her and put one hand on Jules’ forehead and the other on her chin, then tipped her head back. The motion extended her neck, making her look vulnerable. He leaned over her and listened again. She still wasn’t breathing.

B is for breathing. He remembered this part, pinching the nose of the mannequin and then breathing into it. The maneuver felt different on a living person, but he managed, closing her nose and sealing his mouth around hers. He gave her a breath, watching her breasts rise, pressing against the fabric of her blouse. When he released the seal, her chest fell. He gave her another breath.

C is for circulation. Alex reached for her wrist, pressing his fingers to the soft skin there. He couldn’t remember how far down or to the side (or not to the side at all) he was supposed to check. He moved his fingers around for a while, felt his own pulse throbbing.

“Fuck, baby, I can’t tell…”

Which is worse? Doing CPR if she doesn’t need it, or not doing CPR if she needs it?

I guess the second.

He looked down at her still chest.

Should I take her shirt off?

Shaking his head in confusion and frustration, he reached down and grasped the shirt by the lapels, wrenching it open and sending buttons pinging in every direction. Her wine-colored bra was front-clasped like she preferred. He was certainly familiar with taking off her bras, quickly flipping clasp open and then baring her chest.

He did not remember much about performing chest compressions other than what Jules said when she watched TV medical dramas. She was always complaining that the chest compressions in the shows were ridiculous. Too fast, too slow, on the wrong part of the chest...

He linked his hands together and rested them between her breasts, pressing down hesitantly.

“One…” He did remember that he was supposed to count. He pressed harder the second and third time, until finally he pushed down so hard that her breasts bounced and she expelled a huff of air. That’s gotta be it. “Four, five, six, seven, eight… Jesus, baby, you have to breathe, I don’t know what I’m doing! Uh… fourteen, fifteen!”

He pressed his mouth to hers. Her skin was warm and pliant, and it would have been a lot like kissing her if she wasn’t so limp. It was actually a lot like trying to kiss her in her sleep, only scarier. Her chest rose and fell two more times.

He switched back to compressions, his thrusts inconsistent in speed and depth as he concentrated more on counting than anything else. “One, two, three…”

Her breasts wobbled as he pushed down, her stomach bulging just a bit, restrained as it was by the high waistband of her leggings. He kept forcing his hands down between her breasts until he hit fifteen, then he grasped the waistband of her leggings and folded them down, yanking until he got them halfway down her thighs.

It will be easier for her to breathe, he thought, blinking in confusion when he caught the unmistakable whiff of her arousal.

She didn’t have time for him to consider that, so he sealed his mouth over hers again and forced another breath down her throat.

“Please. Please, please, don’t die.” Another breath. “I don’t know what else to do! I’m so sorry!”

He straddled her like he’d seen on television, the change in posture making his compressions stronger and deeper. Air came rushing out of her, almost like a breathy moan.

“…ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen!”

He laid down over top of her, her nipples grazing his chest, and pressed his mouth to hers. Now it really felt like kissing. He released her lips, took a deep breath, and breathed for her again. He sat back up and started shoving his hands between her breasts again.

Beneath him, Jules moved, her hips rolling against him.

Jules 5:00PM

Jules lay motionless on her back, listening as Alex found her lifeless body. He shouted at her, shook her. Even slapped her at one point, which made her break character and close her eyes. He’d noticed, but he didn’t seem to realize that she was conscious.

She heard his increasing desperation as he’d tried to call 9-1-1 from both cell phones.

“Hey!” His voice was loud, and she could feel his warmth close to her face. He patted her cheek again, and then she felt his hand rest on her stomach. “Hey, are you…breathing…?”

Finally! If I were really dying, I’d be fucked! As it was, she felt lightheaded.

“Oh, oh God, what do I….?”

I know you know CPR. Some version of it. Come on. Put your lips on mine, Alex.

She felt her heart skip a beat when he put his hands on her face, this time resting them on her forehead and her chin. He tipped her head back and leaned close to her mouth, listening and feeling for breath. She waited until he backed up a few inches before she let her air escape in a long, gentle exhalation.

Alex pinched her nose closed. She heard him take a deep breath, and then he sealed his mouth over hers, exhaling forcefully.

The rescue breath felt strange but wonderful, her brain confused by the forced breath, her lungs rejoicing, the fire between her thighs roaring. Her chest rose, then he broke the seal. She wasn’t sure how to release the air naturally, wasn’t sure how a dead person would do it, so she let it out in a rush, hoping he wouldn’t know any different.

He didn’t, and he gave her another deep breath.

Jules felt him break away, and then he was grasping her wrist, two of his fingers searching for the pulse point. He groped around a while, never settling long enough to actually find it.

“Fuck, baby, I can’t tell…”

What are you going to do about it, big boy?

A moment passed.

No, seriously, what are you going to do about it?

She felt his hands move to her chest, but instead of starting compressions he grasped both sides of her shirt and ripped it open. Then she felt him working on the clasp of her bra, popping it open and flipping the cups off her chest.

Not necessary, Alex, but hot as fuck.

Then she felt his hands press between her breasts, tentative and much too gentle. He increased the pressure, then seemed to say “screw it” and shoved his hands down hard. She let out an involuntary huff of air, her ribcage protesting as her sternum was forced down toward her heart.

“One, two, three, four….” The compressions hurt, and she didn’t know how long she could take the pain, though in this situation she was fortunate that he wasn’t quite pushing down to the correct depth. She allowed herself to suck in a sip of air, knowing that if she got too air-starved she would gasp in a far more noticeable breath at an inopportune time.

“Jesus, baby, you have to breathe! I don’t know what I’m doing!” He sounded terrified, and when he leaned over to press his mouth to hers again, she felt her pussy throb with need. His hand rested on her stomach, over the high waistband of her leggings, then slid up between her breasts to feel her chest rise and fall as he breathed into her.

He moved, switching back to his inconsistent compressions. She felt her ribcage forcefully cave and spring back. The pain was both burning and sharp, each compression simultaneously like the stab of a knife and a tap on her clit.

“…twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen!” To her surprise, instead of breathing for her again he reached down, hooking his fingers into the waistband of her leggings. He yanked them down, tugging them past her hips and halfway down her thighs.

What are you doing? she thought, wondering if he had a paraphilia she didn’t know about, and then wondering if she would actually mind.

If he had a reason, he didn’t verbalize it, leaning over instead to give her a series of deep breaths, begging her not to die in between.

“Please. Please, please, don’t die!” He breathed for her again. “I don’t know what else to do! I’m so sorry!”

She was so wet she could feel herself oozing onto the floor. Alex straddled her, his hands coming down hard between her breasts. His compressions were much harder now, compelling her to exhale. She could feel her breasts wobbling, her stomach rippling. He forced a moan out of her, breathy enough that he didn’t catch on.

“…twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen!”

She felt his weight come down on top of her. Her breasts pressed against his chest. He pressed his mouth onto hers and forced another breath into her. Her heart hammered in her chest. He gave her another breath, then rose back up to start compressions again.

That was when her body betrayed her. She rolled her hips against him, bucking against his own confused body. She could feel his dick waking up, independent of his thinking brain.

She gasped then, knowing she had to “revive” or he’d catch on. Her back arched and she drew in a long, rasping breath that led to a series of coughs. She felt his weight disappear, then his hands on her face.

“Jules? Oh my God! Jules? Are you okay?!”

Alex 5:08PM

She gasped underneath him, her back arching up off the floor. He was so relieved he almost forgot the shameful stirring in his boxers.

Jules gasped and coughed weakly for a few moments before she opened her dark, confused-looking eyes. He reached over and found the paper bag with her inhaler in it, tore the top of the bag off. Then he reached down and slid his arm under her shoulders, scooping her into a seated position. She sagged against him, her heavy breasts swinging as he adjusted her body in his arms.

“You need to use this,” he said, clumsily removing the inhaler from its box and holding it out to her. “Please, just use it!”

He watched her take off the cap with shaking hands.

“I have to… prime it,” she wheezed, looking at him with a combination of trust and need that he’d never seen from her before.

“Can I do it?” He took the inhaler from her. “What do I do?”

“Shake it… several times. Then spray it in the air… away from… us.”

He complied, shaking it hard and then turning the mouthpiece away from them both and depressing the top.

“Do that… whole thing… three more… times.” She coughed and leaned back against his arm, her eyes falling closed. Each time she breathed, he couldn’t help but watch her chest swell, her erect nipples rising and falling.

He started shaking the inhaler, though he called out: “Jules?”

She opened her eyes again, her eyes searching out his.

“Just making sure you’re still awake,” he said. His heart was still beating fast, and he took a deep breath.

Once he’d finished priming the inhaler for her, he handed it over and watched as she held it to her lips. She administered a pump, inhaling as the medication exited the inhaler. She did this a second time, then let her hand and the inhaler drop into her lap.

Alex wrapped his other arm around her and held her tight, trying not to notice as her naked breasts caressed the side of his arm. He pressed his lips to her temple. “Shit, Jules. I thought you were dead. The Wi-Fi is down, I didn’t know what to do…”

“You saved me,” she whispered, her eyes on his face. She looked a little healthier now, the pink of her lips seeming to shine through the bluish color her lips had been.

He leaned over to give her a quick kiss, then looked down at her half-naked body. She had a mottled section of darkening skin between her breasts. “Jesus, I bruised the shit out of you.” He moved his hand to the center of her chest, touching the bruised skin over her sternum.

“You did what you had to do,” she said. She sounded stronger, so he let her hold herself upright while he reached for the cups of her bra, intending to clasp it for her.

“Leave it,” she murmured. Then she reached for his hand and pressed it to one of her bare breasts. Her hardened nipple settled in the middle of his palm, and his fingers instinctively curled to give her a light squeeze.

Two things happened simultaneously. His dick went half mast, and his eyes went wide.

Jules 5:21PM

“What are you doing?!” Alex blurted, staring at her like she’d gone insane. Still, he was breathing hard and his eyes were dilated; he was interested.

“Almost dying, being brought back by you… I want you to fuck me, Alex. So I know I’m alive.” She was laying it on thick, but she thought by the look on his face that he was too mixed up to know what was up or down.

“But…”

“Do you want me?” she whispered, her voice husky as she reached down to press her hand against the length of his hardening dick.

“Jesus! I mean, I do, but… that seems kind of fucked up.”

“I’m not dead. You made sure of that.” She peeled his hand off her breast and pushed it between her thighs, wanting him to feel how wet she was.

“Jesus, Jules.” His hand cupped her, fingers sliding along her wetness. She ground herself against him until she felt him slide two fingers inside.

Her head tipped back, a loud moan escaping her lips. She was already close; it wasn’t going to take much to satisfy her. She released his hand and pushed her leggings down, managing to get them off of one leg. He was pumping his fingers in and out of her now, his thumb rubbing her clit. She reached for his waistband and undid his pants, pulling him free of his boxers.

“Kiss me,” she said, stroking him. “A real kiss, after the kiss of life.”

He plunged his tongue into her mouth and withdrew his fingers, pushing her onto her back. He was already hard as he lowered his hips to hers. She spread her legs wide, and felt his tip rub back and forth across her clit before he guided himself to her opening. He thrust hard inside of her.

She gasped, her back arching and her eyes rolling. Alex cupped her cheek, holding her head in place until she gathered herself enough to look up at him. She wrapped her legs around him, drawing him deeper. He thrusted hard and fast, his breath coming in gasps, his eyes never leaving hers.

There was a look in them that she hadn’t seen in a long time, if ever.

I’ve got you, she thought, meeting him thrust for thrust. I love you, and now you love me.

Her back bowed again and she came, pulsating around him, a loud moan slipping from her lips.

Now you love me.

#cpr resus #resus writing #female resus

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