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Love Chug ❤️ (18+) (Expansion)

A short story based on a RP,

By @jacker-vizkon
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@inflationpatron

“Did that go well?” She asked nervously to her companion next to her as they walked down the hallway.
“It went amazing. Thanks so much for taking me out, Anne-Marie.” Jennifer replied happily, reaching her hand out for Anne’s. They clasped their hands in one another’s.
“Good..good, that’s good. I was nervous at first but by the end I felt really comfortable around you.” Anne smiled, brushing her hair back over her ear.
“I feel really relaxed when I’m around you.” Jennifer said, staring up at the ceiling lights while they walked together.
“You’re so cute when you do that.” Anne giggles before unlocking the front door and ushering Jennifer into the dark apartment.
“See, I was thinking…” Anne mumbles while guiding Jennifer towards the bedroom. “Since we have such great chemistry, what if we challenged it? You know, had a bit of a competition?” She smiled, pushing open her bedroom door and flicking on the light. 7 of those blue gallon drums of water you see in offices were laying on the floor around her bed. “Drinking contest!” Anne shouted excitedly, scuttling towards her bed. Jennifer stood in the doorway, staring in like an outsider.
“So what do ya think?” Anne asked smiling as she unscrewed the top of one of the gallons. Jennifer’s eyes focused on the funnel and hose that laid on the bed.
“Hehe…I uh, I don’t think I can drink all that!” She awkwardly joked, picking at the loose string on her jeans. She steps into the room, closing the door behind her politely.
“The loser is whoever taps out, whoever can’t drink anymore and can barely move. The winner gets to do whatever they please to the loser. Sound fair? Yeah? Good? Cool.” Anne stumbled over her words.
“I uh–” Jennifer paused, failing to find the right words. She walked over and sat on one corner of the bed while Anne sat on the other.
“You ready to lose?” She teases
“I-I won’t lose!” She replies with a cute determination as she sits there visibly shaking, nerves shooting through her limbs. Anne picks up her gallon and tips it back into her mouth, gulp after gulp of water. Jennifer watches anne’s belly rise and fall with each swallow, already testing her jean’s belt button. Jennifer’s face goes red, her eyes darting back and forth with embarrassment. Anne lifts her gallon higher in the air, her shirt rising and exposing her slowly bloating stomach. She puts the jug down, catching her breath.
“Not a bad start, eh?” Anne chuckles wiping water from her mouth. She lifts the jug back up to her mouth, chugging once more. The rushing water went straight to her stomach, distending as it pushed against the waist of her pants. Her jean clasp came undone, allowing her taut belly to slowly force her zipper down. Jennifer sat there in awe, watching her date fill herself with water. She snaps out of her anxious funk and grabs the nearest jug, cracking it open and beginning to drink as well. Anne puts her gallon down and watches Jennifer put away liters of the water straight down her throat. She watched as Jen’s chubby belly began to make an imprint against her tight white blouse.
“This is love at first sight” she thought to herself. Jennifer doesn’t stop chugging. Her belly pulling her blouse down farther, tugging a few of her shirt buttons undone as well as her pants zipper. Anne sat there admiring the girl, forgetting all about the competition. She scoots over closer to Jennifer to get a closer look. In less than a minute her stomach is already growing rounder.
“Man, this is amazing.” Anne reaches out and places a soft hand on Jennifer’s seemingly pregnant tum. She recoils in shock and rips the bottle from her lips, her eyes wide.
“Oh, I’m sorry did I scare you?” Anne giggles.
“U-uh, yeah! Rule number one, don’t tease your opponent.” She pouts as her cheeks blush.
“Yeah, You’re right my mistake.” Anne said as she pretended to scoot away. She turned around quickly and groped her belly with both hands and squeezed twice. Jennifer squeals in surprise.
“Stoooop!!” She yells back playfully, trying to hit Anne. They both pick up their gallons and start chugging again. Anne finishes the last sip and throws the bottle to the side.
“That’s one down.” She boasts.
“To be fair, you got a head start!” Jennifer yelled back.
“Yeah, only cause you were busy gawking at my smoking hot bod.” She laughed, shaking her hips at Jen while she opened her next bottle. Anne took a breather and unbuttoned the first 4 buttons of her shirt and rolled it up so that her water-baby bump could breathe. Jennifer stared out of the corner of her eye at Anne’s round belly.
“God, I’m so tight.” Anne belched, pulling her pants beneath her waist line for more room. She undoes the rest of the buttons and tosses the shirt aside, standing only in her jeans and a pink victoria’s secret bra. Jennifer timidly turns her eyes away before looking back and then focusing on her drink. She begins to chug the last of the gallon. Swallowing, swallowing, swallowing. The holes in her old white blouse began to multiply as it was stretched and pulled in every direction. The neck of her shirt was pulled down far enough to see her black, lace, ‘special-occasion’ bra. She readjusts her sitting position on the bed, creating an audible water sloshing sound.
“Gosh, I’m *belch* Huge.” Jennifer says casually as she tosses her first empty bottle to the ground. Anne starts to drink hers again. The water dribbles down her chin and runs down her neck and directly down the middle of her round belly, straight across her belly button before absorbing into her jeans. She keeps chugging, not showing any signs of stopping. Her perky tits rest on top of her belly, growing bigger with the rest of her. Her jeans start digging into her thighs as they get thicker with every gulp. She carefully stands up from the bed and walks over to the mirror and spins around.
“Does my ass look fatter to you?” She asks Jennifer, caught off guard.
“Y-yes *belch*” She groans as she leans over and drops her second empty gallon, picking up her third.
“Is that a thing? Does that happen? A lot of water makes the rest of you grow as well?” Anne asks curiously.
“Hell if I know.” She says dismissively. “But…now that you mention it I do feel like my boobs are a little bit bigger.” Jennifer says looking down and weighing her boobs delicately with each hand.
“Let me see, you know, for hands on analysis.” Anne says walking towards Jen.
“Uhm, I’d rather you not.” She scoffs, re-adjusting her position and revealing a giant hole in her crotch to Anne.
Anne wouldn’t mention it.
“Oh, come on. Don’t be a prude now, we’re chugging gallons of water half naked on a Saturday night. How much more personal can we get.” Anne prodded. Jennifer crossed her arms over her chest and stared her down playfully. Anne walks back over to her side of the room, staring at herself in the mirror and slapping her new and enhanced ass. It jiggled like a waterbed. She slid off her jeans, with a good bit of difficulty, and revealed she was wearing sport shorts underneath. Jennifer’s gaze locked onto Anne’s deep wedgie before she focused herself and kept chugging. Anne spun around while Jen was distracted and grabbed the funnel and hose off the bed. In one smooth motion she pulled the water jug out of her mouth and put the hose with the funnel at the end of it. Jennifer replied with a confused and muffled groan.
“Don’t worry, you can do it to me in a minute. Well, that’s if you can move in a minute.” She smiles deviously. She begins pouring the cold water down the funnel and down her throat. She starts fighting it but then accepts it and continues to swallow at the will of Anne-Marie. Jennifer’s belly swells and pushes outwards, aching with pressure. Jennifer places her fingers into a hole in her blouse and pulls until the seams tear to shreds and she tosses it aside. Jennifer looks up into Anne’s eyes while she swallows, her gaze focusing on the full belly in front of her face. She slowly reaches her hands out and begins slowly stroking Anne’s stomach. Then she suddenly slaps it, causing it to jiggle like a bowl of Jello, and causing Anne to yelp out in pain. Anne laughs off the pain and stares back down at Jennifer, submissive, and swallowing every drop that is sent down to her. Anne begins to feel excited, and begins pouring faster. She wants to fill her up, watch her grow bigger and heavier. Jennifer looks down as her belly inches further and her tits grow ever so bigger.
“You don’t seem to be the one winning now!” Anne teases. She tries to take a step back and loses her balance. She falls to the ground, the wind knocked out of her. The impact causes the open gallon on the counter above her to topple over and begin pouring directly into Anne’s open mouth. The force is so strong she can’t help but swallow as the torrent of icy water pours down her gullet, filling her up. Jennifer jumps from her seat, removing the funnel from her mouth. She hops down to her level.
“Are you okay Anne-Marie?!” Jennifer asks worriedly as she tips the water back upright
“Yeah, yeah. I’m fine.” Anne says rubbing the back of her head. “I just need some help getting up, I’m full of water if you didn’t know.” she jokes.
“Oh….oh, okay.” Jennifer says with a certain level of suspicion in her voice. She quickly takes the funnel and places it in Anne’s mouth. Her eyes shoot open in surprise as Jennifer immediately begins pouring in the cold water. She feels it run down her throat. Jennifer stands above, her right foot gently resting on Anne’s wrist to suggest restraint. Anne begins uncontrollably swallowing.
*Mmppphhh!!!* Anne tries to yell out in a panic. She’s only been the dominating one in every relationship she’s had. Now she is being dominated by her submissive partner. She squirms, trapped under the weight of her own full belly. She wants to get away, but the sensation of being forced to expand, being forced to bend to the will of her master? The sensation is unrivaled.
Jennifer let’s up on the pouring of the water.
“Who’s losing now?” She laughs, giggling as she continues to pour water down Anne’s throat. She tries to get up again to no avail, tears begin to well up in her eyes while she moans. Arousal begins to take control of her body.
“Want more?” Jennifer asks while she props up Anne’s head with a pillow. Anne shakes her head no and moans in disapproval as Jennifer begins to pour again. Anne watches as her belly grounds rounder, bigger, and more tight. Her breasts continuing to grow cup sizes, her thighs thickening. She just doesn’t stop filling with water, like she will never reach capacity. She’s completely helpless. Jennifer has total control over her. The underwire of anne’s bra is the last thing holding it in place. Jennifer reaches in oh so delicately and snaps the wire, allowing Anne’s giant breasts to fall onto her chest. Jennifer leans in, massaging Anne’s breasts and playing with them while she laughs.
“Tell me, do you know how great your tits are?” Jennifer asks, taking on this whole new dominating personality. She removes the funnel from Anne’s mouth.
“…Y-Yeah, I’ve been told they’re pretty great.” Anne mutters while catching her breath. She reaches out towards Jen’s chest to try and cop a squeeze. Jennifer slaps her hand away,
“Hey, be careful! This bra is on the breaking point right now!” She jokes.
“Now, do me a favor and roll onto your belly.” Jen smiles. Anne-Marie does her best to roll on her own but needs the help of Jennifer to push her side and roll her like she’s a plump Violet Beauregard. Anne burps, the gas forced out of her by her own weight.
“Excuse me, sorry about that. You know…I think I like being forcefully dominated. I’ve always thought I was the dom, but maybe I want to be the sub.” She thinks out loud. “Especially by you, Jen.” She looks into her eyes, her gaze drifting up and down her thick, round body.
“Would it be a problem if I, the winner, took advantage of you, the loser, anyway I see fit?” Jennifer smiles down at Anne.
“It wouldn’t be an issue at all, baby.” Anne smiles back. Jen grabs the hose and connects it to the end of a gallon. She shoves the other end up Anne’s ass, and gives it a nice smack to make it jiggle.
“Ooh!…” Anne moans as the cold water rushes in through her ass, she can feel it making its way to her belly. Her nipples become erect as she fills with more and more water and grows.
“Oh fuck, it’s so good!” She cries out.
“Someone’s a bit excited.” Jennifer teases, her gaze on Anne’s soaking wet panties.
“Please, please, please. Please touch my pussy. I’m so horny I can’t stand it. Please baby.” Anne pleads with Jennifer as she’s pumped full of water.
“You want me to play with your pussy?” She teases. She hovers her fingers delicately over her pink pussy lips, barely stroking her clit, before slowly sliding in and then out again.
“Oh, god please. Play with me, finger me, anything, treat me like your balloon girl. I can’t wait any longer!” She cries out
“Uh-uh-uh,” Jennifer replies. “I choose to do as I please.” She circles around to Anne’s front and tells her to open. She places a second hose in her mouth, attached to a second gallon jug. She begins pouring that one as well. The sensation of the cold water entering her both directions is almost orgasmic. Her entire body bloats out further, she rapidly begins to rise from the floor as her belly grows bigger. Her eyes roll to the back of her head as she moans in pleasure. After a minute both gallons are empty and Anne’s legs are entirely lifted off the ground, resting on her own stomach as if it were a waterbed. Jennifer slowly walks around Anne’s helpless mass, stroking her naked body with her index finger. She crouches down and buries her face into Anne’s exposed, wet, pink pussy.
“OH GOD YES!!” She screams out in ecstasy. The sound of Jennifer eating her out is mixed with the sound of the water inside both of them sloshing back and forth. Anne’s knuckles go white as she grips the carpet. Jennifer leans in closer, face between anne’s chubby thighs. Face to face with her fat ass. Jennifer’s tight belly presses against every inch of Anne’s soft body. She recoils in pleasure as Jen continues to vivaciously eat her out. Anne begins to let out quiet rhythmic moans, she’s getting close. Jennifer grabs on tight to Anne’s ballooning ass, circling her sensitive clit with her tongue.
“Oh..”
“OH..”
“OH GOD YES!” Anne cries out, her legs quaking, shivering, and jiggling in ecstasy.
“I’M GONNA…I-I’M GONNA!!..” Anne gasps for air. “OoOoOhhhoh GOD!” She moans through clenched teeth, her body convulsing as endorphins run through her. Jennifer slows down, delicately and meticulously licking anne’s cunt. Jennifer lets out moans between licks and sucks. Anne’s body releases all her tension, going limp, resting her face on her own inflated breasts to catch her breath.
“That was amazing.” Anne says exasperatedly. “I love you Jennifer, especially that tongue of yours.” She teases. Jennifer kneels down as best as she can, placing her arms under each of Anne’s arm pits, struggling to lift her up. Jennifer barely manages to stand to her feet, the weight of her body too much to stand. Jennifer quickly guides her to the bed and has her lay down on the right side, the bed creaking and groaning under Anne’s sloshing mass.
“Jen, do me a favor and grab that gallon right there, the last one.” Anne says, pointing at the last gallon jug that’s filled with a purple bubbling liquid. Jennifer walks over, eyeing the peeling sticker on the side of the bottle. She runs her hand over it, sticking it back into place. It reveals a cartoon purple grape. She picks up the jug and walks back over to the bed, crawling next to Anne to the best of her ability. They’re really testing the limits of the bed now.
“What is this one?” Jen asks as she unscrews the cap, a *hiss* of carbonation into the air. The room fills with a sweet scent.
“It’s one I saved just for you, the last one, blueberry flavored.” Anne smiles, tracing her finger down Jennifer’s exposed back as she talks. It sends chills up Jen’s spine.
“Now…Chug.” Anne says demandingly.
“I love blueberry!” Jennifer yells optimistically, tilting the jug back into her mouth. The flavor hits her tongue, releasing euphoria. She chugs and chugs, her already stretched belly extends to new limits. Her flesh around her belly button begins to turn a dark blue hue, spreading outwards encompassing her torso. Anne watches the color run up Jennifer’s body, unbeknownst to her. Jennifer’s cleavage turning a dark purple. She puts the bottle down, letting out a cute burp. A loud gurgling sound can be heard from her stomach. The bed begins to creak and groan.
“Wow, that actually tastes really good.” Jennifer says, genuine honesty in her voice. She notices a blurry blue dot in the center of her vision where the tip of her nose would usually be.
“I’M BLUE? AND GROWING?!” Jennifer freaks out at the rapid growth of her body. Anne sits back, biting her lip watching the dominatrix become helpless. The rapid expansion of her body, faster than ever before. Her ballooning belly and tit’s begin to push her back farther into the bed pillows. The creaking of the bed only grows louder. Her swollen thighs and arms grow chubbier as they fill with juice. The whites of her eyes become more vibrant in contrast to her skin color, the panic on her face more visible as she is smothered by her own body. She’s gaining pounds of weight by the second, growing wider and thicker. Her black bra seconds from snapping as her once modest sized tits now pass an F-cup.
“This is just the beginning, darling.” Anne teases, grabbing ahold of one of Jennifer’s breasts and squeezing. Jennifer cries out in pain and ecstasy, her groaning and bubbling body creates a cacophony with the creaking and bending bed. Anne manages to get to her knees, her entire body wobbling as she does. She straddles on top of jennifer’s wide, round, expanding tummy.
“See you got too comfortable in the domination position. Someone’s gotta put you back in your place.” Anne smiles, staring into Jen’s terrified and helpless eyes as her cheeks fill with juice. Anne reaches her hand back, her middle and ring finger together and slowly glides them over Jen’s pussy, perfectly spreading her lips and grazing her clit. As Jennifer gets aroused a dark purple juice leaks out of her nipples, wetting her bra.
“You’ve sprung a leak my big blueberry girl.” Anne chuckles. *Mmmphhh!!* Jennifer tries to call out through her chubby cheeks. Anne reaches out and grabs a hold of the black bra, pulling back with all her force until the straps snap. Jennifer moans as her tits bounce and rest on top of her growing belly, the liquid running down her body. Anne leans in, placing her entire mouth over her titty. She sucks hard, swallowing gulps of the tasty juice. Jen moans again, her toes curling in ecstasy. Unknown to Anne, her belly begins to adorn the same blue hue. It rapidly spreads across her whole body as she continues to suck and down the juice, her right hand still going to work on Jen’s cunt.
“Mmmmpph!! Mmmmph Mmph!” Jen calls out between moans. Anne looks up at her pet, noticing the same blurry blue dot in the center of her vision. Anne leans back, eyeing her body, watching the juice re-tone every inch of her flesh. She hears the familiar loud gurgling, and looks down watching her belly rapidly expand outwards. Jennifer continues to grow, her vision obscured by her bulbous breasts and full belly. As she grows rounder, her body pushes off the headboard, she’s standing upright on the bed nearly spherical and immobile. Her arms and legs are engulfed into her ballooning frame. “Mmmmphh!!” She tries to yell, her cheeks puffier and puffier. Through her moans you can hear her sobs, she thinks she’s going to pop if she doesn’t stop growing. Anne begins to catch up as her thighs and midsection become rounder and rounder, losing all definition as she fills with juice. Two giant naked blueberries next to each other on top of the bed, leaking blue juice all over the white linens and carpet. They wobble back and forth.
“N-No! This, this is too much! I didn’t plan for this–” Anne cries out, her voice cut off by the muffling of her chubby cheeks. “Mmmmph!” She tries to add, but it’s no use. Jennifer begins to reach the ceiling, her hands and feet wiggling in a panic. What used to be her shoulders begin to press into the ceiling, the pressure terrifies her. She feels like a balloon in a trash compactor. Anne is about ⅔ the size of Jennifer when the bed begins to creak loudly. *Snap!*
The bed crashes to the ground, both of their bodies jiggling and recoiling. “I camt take anymooohhh!” Anne tries with all her might to yell through her bloated cheeks. Anne’s barefoot makes contact with Jen’s exposed pussy. Anne begins to leak more and more of the juice out of her cunt and her ass. Jennifer follows suit but despite how much she leaks she continues to grow, squashed against the ceiling. Her muffled screams can be heard, getting quicker and quicker, louder and louder. Jennifer’s belly creaks like an overinflated balloon, reaching capacity.
“MmmmMMPHHH!!!” Jen cries.
*BOOM*
Juice rains to the floor, along with Jennifer falling to the ground, gasping for air. She’s down to around her normal size except for some left over bloating around her belly ass and tit’s.
“Wh-what happened? I-I’m okay?!” Jen cries out in joy. Anne’s wobbling from side to side, her support now missing. She moans out in fear, her hands flailing. A loud creaking is coming from within her. The juice that rained down from jennifer’s explosion pools on the floor and is soaked up by Anne’s ass.
“We have to pop you to get you back to normal size!” Jen yells up to Anne.
“Mmmph!” She replies.
A sequencing sound, like pumping an air balloon with air can be heard from Anne.
*PHSSST* with each sound, Anne grows out quickly in diameter.
*PHSSST* “Mmph!” She moans as she’s pressed further into the ceiling
*PHSSST* Bigger and bigger she grows, filling nearly half the room, leaking a river of purple juice. Jennifer slides open the patio door and grabs the garden hose wrapped up outside. She pushes it into Anne’s ass and turns it onto max. She then runs into the corner and ducks for cover.
Creaking, Groaning, louder and louder, quicker pace. She’s so big, she has a much more intense capacity than little Jennifer.
“POP YOU BIG BEAUTIFUL BLUEBERRY!” Jennifer calls out to Anne. The ecstasy builds within Anne, the pressure so intense. She feels her skin tighten, the familiar creak and groan she heard not a minute ago.
*CREEEEEAK*
*BOOM*
Purple juice rains from the ceiling and covers the whole room. Anne falls onto the soaking wet carpet, a thicker and more curvaceous version of her previous self. Jennifer runs over without saying a word and wraps her arms around her.
“I thought I was going to lose you.” She whispered into Anne’s ear. They pull their heads back, look deep into each other’s eyes, and lean in locking lips onto one another and passionately kiss.
Jennifer pulls away and smacks her lips.
“Uh, do you taste that?” She asks Anne nervously.
“Oh no…” Anne says, fear in her voice as she scans the room looking at the dripping purple liquid. “it’s like an endless fucking cycle! We’ll never get out of here!” Anne breaks down, sobbing. Jennifer places her hands gently on both sides of Anne’s face, forcing her to look at her.
“Look at me…I don’t care how long this lasts as long as I’m doing it with you.” Jennifer smiles sweetly, wrapping her arms around Anne’s chubby blue waist feeling it bubble and expand in her hands. She places her lips back on Anne’s.
“After we pop, let’s take a hot shower and head back to my place.” Jennifer says reassuringly, Anne nods the tears on her cheek drying as her skin grows a deep shade of blue.
“I’d really…really like that.” Anne chuckles, tears of joy down in her face.
They lean in again, kissing passionately as they expand and balloon together once again. As their second time, the experience is more pleasurable and fascinating. Their bellies grow outwards, meeting in the middle. Anne’s ass grows the opposite direction of her belly, Jennifer’s tits perking up and ballooning. Anne reaches her hands out and sensually massages Jen’s tits. Both their bodies expand outwards, both of them reaching capacity at the same time.
*BOOM*
*BOOM*
Jennifer helps Anne up from the ground and they run into the shower together, turning on the hot water. The purple juice running off their bodies. They passionately hold one another, bonding and loving each other.
They get dressed, gather what’s left of their things, and leave the apartment hand in hand.

*1 Hour Later…*

“Hellooo?” A voice enters the dark apartment, setting down their keys and bag on the kitchen counter.
“Anybody home? Anne-Marie?” The roommate calls out, carefully walking through the pitch black hallway. She pushes open the bedroom door and turns on the light. She’s hit with the fresh scent of blueberries and sees the shredded bed frame and blue soaked sheets.
“What the fuck happened her-” She asks before slipping and falling into a pool of juice on the ground.

“…Oops” she whimpers as the puddle instantly begins to grow smaller as it’s absorbed into her.


The End.

Being Prepared

Tiny Pilot drabble prompted by my post earlier wondering what Scully thought about when she was packing for the very plausible state of Oregon. Tagging @today-in-fic.

She pulls out the old suitcase and realises just how old it really is. She probably should have invested in a new one, one of those new types with the wheels but when she was assigned to this detail she bought a suit and new shoes and she really didn’t think she’d be flying out on a case so soon. She can only hope that Mulder’s head has been buried so deep in the X-Files that accessory fashion isn’t high on his priority list. Judging by his ties, it ranks somewhere at the bottom. State-of-the-art slide carousels are probably his number one.

           She throws in her underwear, packing extras. She pulls out the black lace set, lays it out on her red robe, sighs and puts it back in her lingerie drawer. Mulder is good-looking, but he’s a jerk. She adds hose, bed socks, her ratty jogging bottoms and baggy tee, runners, a couple of blouses and skirts and hopes for a swift conclusion to the case. She packs her toiletry bag and throws in a novel on a whim. She briefly wonders what kind of books Mulder reads. Fantasies, sci-fi, crime stuff seem too obvious, and she indulges in an image of him, lazing against his pillows on a Sunday morning, bed hair, glasses perched on his nose, with Dostoyevski propped against his legs and Wagner playing in the background.

           Squirming, she admonishes herself and heads to her fridge to get some cold water to sluice away the visual. Mulder’s a jerk, not an intellectual fantasy. And besides, if Daniel and Jack had taught her anything about affairs of the heart, it was that dating too close to the office was never going to work. She needs to focus on her career. Marriage and children would come later.

She’s way too wired to sleep so she picks up the case file and opens it. There are discrepancies that she’ll bring up tomorrow. She yawns and checks her watch. Today, she thinks. She’ll bring them up today. She closes the file and looks over at her case. It’s still open and she gets out of bed. She puts the file into her briefcase and pads over to her lingerie drawer. She pulls out the black set and folds it between her jogging bottoms and tee. Her parents taught her to be prepared for every eventuality.

           Mulder is a jerk. But he is also good-looking. And if their partnership only lasts one case, it might be fun to be a little reckless.

5

“Fire!”

Ok so @goodluckdetective​ had an idea for an Emergency Services AU aaaaaand it just blew my mind. I started thinking how I would write it and pair things up. I’m trying to think of how Blood Gulch and Armonia would work (thinking city limits debate). It’s honestly really crazy and hilarious to me how it would all work.


Red Team are firefighters. All itching to go on the next call. In the mean time, either taking care of equipment, lazing around, or doing training drills. Haven’t decided if I wanted small city or small town volunteer station.

Sarge - Assistant chief at the local station. Always ‘fixing’ some piece of broken machinery. He’s still waiting on approval from county to get things upgraded. Until then he cobbles it together. He has a love/hate relationship with SOPs (Standard Operating Procedure) and County Command. Sarge LOVES to do practice burns. He’s always overenthusiastic about any fire. Car accident? He’s hoping (but not) it’s on fire. Sees smoke on the horizon? Clearly that’s a brush fire, not someone burning their leaves in their yard; Grif get the truck. Prefers riding Shotgun on the Engine.

Simmons - Simmons actually went to the Fire Academy. He knows the science behind fires, knows a lot about the trucks and pumps, also knows the formulas and geometry needed to calculate pressure loss (Grif gives him shit about being a nerd). He’s all about the SOPs and regulations. He’s usually the one fiddling with the walkies. Later on Simmons goes to get basic paramedic training, so the truck would have a paramedic. However he gets roped into taking a few shifts to help out EMS. Sarge and Grif rag him about being a “Blue traitor”. Simmons is more the “book smart” fighter, but still lacks the “on your feet instinct”. Simmons prefers to drive the Rescue over the Engine. During one bad call, a chunk of a building gets caught on his arm and leg. Thankfully he was on the side that wasn’t on fire. They were damaged to the point of being amputated. However, the skin tissue from the lost limbs as well as a kidney was donated to Grif who was badly injured in the same fire. He was given high grade prosthetics and continued fire fighting. However he usually stays by the trucks and mans the pump and gophers.

Grif - Best Driver for the engine. The most reliable at getting the engine through the tiny back roads however the laziest. Simmons has just giving up on relying on Grif to load the hose back on the truck or if he does it’s the shittiest job imaginable. He does eventually learn when the hose kinks when they were catching a hydrant and dents the fuck out of the bar on the hose bed. He also CONSTANTLY forgets to refill the air tanks and to change out the hose on the dry racks. He’s usually paired with Simmons since they’re pretty good at balancing each other. During the bad call, he was the unlucky one that was caught on the fire side during the collapse. He experienced 3rd degree burns on most of his left side. He went into shock which caused his kidneys to fail. The excess skin from Simmons amputated limbs was grafted to Grif. He makes a full recovery.

Lopez -  (He’s the only one I don’t have a clear idea for) Lopez handles most of the truck maintenance. On car accidents, he’s usually the one wielding the Jaws. He’s bilingual, but refuses to speak English (he thinks the rest of them are a bunch of idiots and doesn’t want to deal with them). He’s usually paired with Donut since Donut’s the only one that can “understand” him. Has a HUGE crush on Sheila, one of the dispatchers.

Donut - Rookie who started volunteering after doing several years of the Explorers program at a different station. Very chipper and enthusiastic about everything. Donut usually takes care of the house chores at the station. He gets caught in a backdraft. He wasn’t wearing a Nomex hood at the time (his program was with a lot of vet fighters who hate the Nomex hoods because their ears are covered and can’t tell when it’s getting too “hot” in a room). He has some really nasty scaring on the right side of his face and lost most of his ear on one side.


Blue Team are EMS. Always bickering over who is driving or just bickering in general. When Washington joins full time, he’s always drilling them. 

Tucker - A people person. Not necessarily a good one. He is known to be mostly professional out in public but makes tons of inappropriate jokes in the truck and at the station. He’s the best at setting up for IVs and spotting locations or people in distress. Tucker tried to get the call number “69″, but was denied several times.

Caboose - is really great with kids and guys who need to be restrained when their insulin is too high. When something goes wrong he blames Tucker. Caboose is also known to accidentally inject his teammates instead of his patients. He really enjoys talking with dispatch over the radio.

Alpha Church - no bed side manner and is impatient as hell. Cannot hit a vein to save his life. He’s usually good at getting vital readings, symptoms for potential drugs, and noticing when a patient is about to crash. Alpha runs into a building trying to get to a patient and dies. Not sure if Alpha and Epsilon should be siblings or cousins with Carolina.

Epsilon Church - After alphas accident, his twin brother Epsilon is transferred to his station. (to the surprise of everyone at the station because Alpha never mentioned a twin). If the group didn’t know any better they would almost swear that twins were the same person. Epsilon however isn’t as high strung as his brother was, and gets along better with the crew, and is a little better with patients. However he can’t hit a vein either.


Freelancers are Police. Something happens with county/state police (haven’t thought this through much). Freelance was contracted to the Blood Gulch crew, but something happens that requires them to pull out. They were all specially trained in basics for firefighting and are at least paramedic status.

Eventually Wash and Carolina take police work at Blood Gulch. They’re always on call since they’re the only two regularly scheduled police officers. Wash gets EMT training and takes shifts with EMS as well as his policing duties (the man never sleeps). Carolina gets hired on as Police/Fire Chief at some point, but also goes and gets EMT training in case it’s needed.


Vic (early days, but mysteriously leaves with no explanation), Sheila, and Fillis are 911 dispatch.

Doc is a “Safety Inspector” from County. He makes a bunch of suggestions and changes that were made either too late are so ridiculous no one listens.


Ok cut below is an explanation of things back from my home. I was raised in a firefighting family in a small town. I know things are probably a lot different now and that other cities and areas would be run differently. 

Feel free to send asks, suggestions, and what not.

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new neighbors au: sugar

[start from the beginning]

  • ok so sugar is like the sweetest doggo ever
  • she’s a gorgeous pitbull with a white coat and a few light brown spots on her
  • she’s shaw’s
  • shaw’s mom thought a dog would help her daughter’s anger and show her how to really care for something
  • shaw does car,e it’s just quieter than everyone else’s
  • shaw’s dad came back home from his 3rd and final tour in the marines a few weeks before christmas of shaw’s 8th grade year
  • needless to say shaw got her christmas present 2 weeks early
  • her dad arrives home at like 2am
  • the airport is actual hell
  • of course shaw and her mom were awake on the couch playing mario kart
  • they were playing mortal kombat but /someone/ threw a fit when they lost
  • it wasn’t sameen
  • 100% mrs shaw
  • mortal kombat was /her/ shit and her daughter just won for the 10th time in a row
  • anyway
  • mr shaw comes home and there’s hugs and tears and shaw feels warm inside
  • then her father goes outside and comes back with a little white ball
  • that’s wiggling
  • shaw is speechless and gently cradles the little puppy
  • the little pitbull starts covering her face in kisses and cuddles up to her
  • shaw’s cousin, gen, told her once that her feelings were there, they were just turned way down
  • in this moment shaw 100% believes those feelings are turned way up
  • it’s slightly overwhelming
  • her parents were expecting a name like jaws or rex or ghost
  • nope
  • shaw choses ‘sugar’ a few minutes after holding her
  • sugar loves everyone
  • she’s no guard dog
  • she greets everyone with doggie kisses and demanding belly rubs
  • sugar also has separation anxiety
  • after christmas break was over and shaw had to go back to school sugar freaked the hell out
  • completely trashed the laundry room
  • chewed her food bowl apart, ripped the washing machine hose out, destroyed her bed, flung her water bowl and wrecked the baby gate they had up
  • shaw’s bedroom door was clawed to no end
  • the front door had some scratches on it
  • when shaw’s mom got home for lunch she genuinely thought someone broke it
  • sugar tackled her and scared the shit outta her
  • sugar just covered her in puppy kisses
  • it didn’t take mrs shaw long to figure out what happened
  • sure she was upset but sugar was just a pup and scared
  • but after a few weeks of this happening every day something was up
  • lot of research and a vet trip later they find out dogs can have separation anxiety
  • shaw definitely feels a tug on her insides hearing that
  • they learn how to adjust to it and by now sugar does really good when shaw’s gone
  • it helps that shaw sticks to her schedule of leaving every morning at the same time and coming home for lunch and returning home around the same time every evening
  • it’s a little difficult when shaw has games and she can’t make it home at her scheduled times
  • shaw’s parents always try to bring sugar to all of shaw’s games
  • but even then sugar does really well as long as mr or mrs shaw is home
  • shaw has spent many hours and months into training sugar
  • sugar knows commands in both farsi and english
  • shaw doesn’t need a leash for her anymore
  • she stays by shaw and never gets distracted by other dogs or people or cars
  • sugar loves when shaw takes her for saturday morning runs
  • that dog can run for hours
  • she can also lowkey play soccer with shaw
  • she sleeps in shaw’s bed every night
  • even tho she has like 4 dog beds all around the house
  • some very expensive dog beds
  • she’s spoiled af okay
  • only the best dog food and treats for her
  • a nice black collar with her name stitched in it
  • a shit ton of dog toys
  • shaw even got her little boots and a vest for the winter
  • shaw loves her baby okay
  • sugar loves the water
  • they had a pool and shaw definitely let her puppy play in it with her
  • sugar is a natural in the water
  • baths are no problem for her
  • mostly because shaw puts on her trunks and sits in the tub with her
  • sugar will just sit in shaw’s lap and let her clean her
  • sugar is terrified of thunder
  • she’ll run around the house and try to jump into everyone’s arms
  • she’ll only calm down if she’s in the closet sitting in shaw’s lap
  • shaw doesn’t mind she loves when sugar sits in her lap
  • she’s warm and it makes both shaw and sugar feel safe
  • shaw would go to the ends of the earth for sugar

tyler-cadens-blog-deactivated20  asked:

Tyler where wondering about what noise it was, it sounded like a hissing to him in the room nearby and treid to carefully open up the door to see if it was open and didnt exspect the surprise behind it

Bethany: The Bigfin was sitting on her bed, air hose in her mouth and a small, silent air compressor beside her bed. It was currently on, her eyes closed as her already sizable bust swelled bigger.

Photographs

Summary: When Molly moved in with Sherlock, she demanded he let her keep the flat clear of clutter. To her surprise, cleaning 221B leads to discovering some personal treasures…

Rated: Teen and up

Type: One shot. Domestic fluff; no trigger warnings

Author’s note: all flaws and/or mess ups are my own. My gratitude goes out to Adi, who beta’d this and has been encouraging me to write Sherlolly fiction. Thank you!

When Sherlock asked Molly to move in with him, she said ‘yes’ with a happy heart. The prospect of living with him as his actual girlfriend made her heart flutter. On top of that she had always loved his Baker Street flat, because she found it had a very romantic charm to it. Molly adored 221B and felt right at home.

She had, however, made on solid demand: that he allowed her to clean on a regular basis.

221B was usually a messy place: books, magazines, used teacups, clothes – pretty much anything was scattered around, ready to be picked up when Sherlock had use for any of the items. It wasn’t this clutter that bothered Molly, for her own flat had not been very different. Her job at St. Bart’s took up a lot of time and energy and by the end of a long week; Molly had enough chores to get through. Every two weeks, Molly would spend an entire Saturday afternoon airing, dusting; vacuum cleaning and washing to make sure her home looked decent again. This, however, was the part in which Sherlock failed miserably: he could not be bothered by these sorts of activities in the least. Mrs. Hudson would sneak in some dusting here and there, but Sherlock would send her out as soon as she wanted to do something more drastic.

It would not do for Molly. She wanted her home to be a clean and healthy environment, so when they discussed what it would mean for her to live at 221B, she had told him this. After some protest Sherlock eventually agreed, if she promised not to move his things around too much. With a tight hug and a kiss their agreement was formalized and Molly Hooper moved in with Sherlock Holmes.

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 Pretty soon cleaning their home went from being a necessary activity to nothing short of a treasure hunt. She’d find an unused pair of socks in a kitchen cupboard, an interesting magazine under a stack of books, unopened ‘thank you’ gifts from clients in a shoebox under the sofa. Molly started looking forward to what she’d come about next.

 On a morning during one of Molly’s few weeks off from work, she was busy cleaning their bedroom. She was lying beside the bed, hose of the vacuum cleaner in hand and moving it around underneath.She stopped when she spotted a package, and when she pulled the object out from under it turned out to be a rather large parcel. It was wrapped neatly in a brightly coloured paper. Molly was curious. She stood up and walked back to the living room, where Sherlock was seated on the sofa with a computer in his lap.

 “Sherlock?” He looked up. “Yes?” “What’s this?” Molly held up the package. Sherlock let out a sigh and looked back to his laptop. “I see you found that thing. It’s an old birthday gift from my mother.” Molly moved to sit beside him. ”Let me guess. You deduced what it was and concluded it didn’t need to be opened?” The package was in her lap and her eyes were set on it. Her hands held it securely. “Can I open it?” “Go ahead. I don’t care about it in the least. Not one bit.”

 Molly carefully removed the gift wrapping and was left with a large, leather bound book. “Sherlock… Is this-” She couldn’t keep down excitement as it became clear to her what she was holding. She opened the book and carefully removed the tin paper protecting the first page. On it a photo of a man and a woman smiling brightly and protectively holding a baby was placed.  Below it, in a slick handwriting, Sherlock’s name and date of birth were written. Molly sank back into the sofa while letting out a sigh of endearment. “My goodness, Sherlock!”

 He snorted loudly beside her, and Molly returned this with a firm poke of her elbow in his ribs. “Must you be so violent?!” “And must you always be so cynical? I think childhood photographs are very important to have. They’re memories, history, they reflect a part of who you once were.” She gave him a reassuring smile to make sure he knew she wasn’t ridiculing him. He turned his gaze back to the screen of his laptop. “You sound exactly like my mother. I would suggest you go through the photobook with her, but having one person drool over my younger self is unbearable enough.”

 Molly focused on the book again, intently scanning the photo. “How long has this been under your bed?” “My mother sent it to me on my first birthday here – it’s been there ever since.” “What a wonderful gift. Really Sherlock, this should be stored in a proper place.” “Under the bed was a perfect spot if you ask me.” Molly protectively held her hands over the photobook. “It’s definitely not going back there, I’m telling you.” Sherlock rolled his eyes. “Oh well, whatever suits you.”

 On the next page of the photobook, more pictures of new born baby Sherlock were placed. His mother hadn’t spared effort because every single one had written commentary. One read ‘William – 2 weeks’, while another had ‘William – 5 weeks – sweater knit by grandmother Holmes’ beside it. One photograph was of baby Sherlock, held up by an older boy. Molly smiled upon discovering it was no other than Mycroft – a teeny, tiny Mycroft. She had never given much thought to what the two men might have looked like as children, but seeing them like that made her feel giddy. There was something incredibly heart-warming about it.

 Molly and Sherlock sat next to each other without speaking for a good while. He typed away on his computer, sneaking glances at her whenever she let out an excited squeal. She made her way through the book; every photo making her heart beat faster in excitement. From pictures of a baby, she’d come to those of a toddler, and so on. Sherlock aged 6 or 7 was accompanied by a big dog in most of those photos.  Molly knew he’d had a dog as a child, but it was wonderful to see what it had looked like.

 What struck Molly most about all of these photos was how happy Sherlock looked in them. In all the years that she had known him, she had come to believe that in his life, he’d become disappointed in and frustrated with the world and had come to shut most of it out. The boy in these pictures predated that mindset: this was an uncorrupted Sherlock, a young boy curious about the world and constantly seeking out adventure. The thought saddened her.

 “You look so… young in these photos.” He let out a chuckle. “Well, these photos are over thirty years old.” “I don’t mean it like that. In all the years that I’ve known you…you always seemed rather unsatisfied with life – and sad and quite lonely. I look at these photographs and there’s just so much life to you. You’re glowing with it.” As Molly was speaking these words, Sherlock had put his laptop away. He was staring blankly at the object in her lap. “And it upsets me to know that, somewhere along the way, you lost that feeling.” She took his hands in hers, rubbing them reassuringly.

 Sherlock finally looked up to meet her gaze. “I think I’m going to kiss you now.” She nodded and he pressed his lips to hers. It was a tender, affectionate kiss. She knew it was meant as an acceptance of her words and sentiment and she was glad for it. Molly knew Sherlock would never be very romantic or emotional with her, that he’d always be a bit uncomfortable and clueless with displays of affection – but he had accepted was she had given him moments before, knew she didn’t think him pathetic and that was most important. He broke away and pointed at one of the photos: “That one should be much more recognizable to you I think.” Said photo had Sherlock posing behind a number of white and pink flowers, his right hand in his side while the other supported his chin. Judging from the expression on his face, he was not comfortable at all. “That was the exact moment I started hating posing for photographs.”

 Molly laughed at this; he smiled too. She gave one of his hands a squeeze. “I’m always happy to see you like this, with a grin and a twinkle in your eye.” “Of course I still smile. These days, I just reserve it for the occasions and people that are worth it – like you.” He stood up from the sofa and placed a kiss on her brown hair. “You must excuse me now; I have some work to do in the kitchen.” He quickly made his exit and spent the new minutes rummaging around in the kitchen cupboards. A sudden, loud burst of laughter made him step back into the living room. He found Molly still on the sofa with the photobook, a hand over her mouth as to stop laughter from escaping. Her eyes, however, betrayed that something was incredibly amusing to her.

“I was just – I wasn’t expecting – and you just look -” Another burst of laughter took hold of her. Sherlock made his way over to see what had her in such a good mood. “Well? I don’t see what’s so funny about any of these photographs.” “It’s this one.” In the particular picture, Sherlock sat on a shabby looking couch, his face turned to the camera with a smirk. His signature curly hair was almost completely cut off. “Your hair is nearly gone and it looks bizarre! I don’t think my parents would have let me get such a drastic haircut when I was twelve.” “Twelve?!” Sherlock’s jaw had dropped and his brown was furrowed; his expression made it clear to Molly that he was rather offended at her words. “That photograph was made when I was at University. I was nearly 21 years old there!” “Forgive me. Honestly though -” She examined the photo again. “- you have to admit you look incredibly baby faced here? Oh you look so cute and -”

Sherlock snatched the photobook from Molly’s hands, opened the door to their flat and made his way down the stairs. “I am reclaiming this book and I swear you are never going near it again. Do you hear me?!” he shouted in a dramatic manner. Molly quickly went after him. “Oh Sherlock, come back here!”

Molly caught up in time to save the photobook from destruction – but not from another period of gathering dust. Instead of under the bed, this time it was to be in a box, stored in the attic of 221 Baker Street.