#gonna try sleep now but the view over the gorge is so pretty

[edge-oftheworld]

think that quote I’m about to butcher about how your ability to create comes back to you after enjoying stillness is gonna stick with me forever

[xxiamtiebrousxx]

Chapter 10 "Threats Don’t Mean Anything" (Head-Shots | Sniper x Reader)

There was this throbbing pain in my head and my nose was very itchy. For some reason I just couldn’t wake up. Seriously, my nose was very itchy and I wanted to scratch it so bad. I was there for an hour trying to force my body awake. 

At least it felt like an hour. 

When I came to, I remembered what happened. I looked around and groaned again. I was in a nice bedroom, lying on a king size bed. I was still in my clothes, which meant Spy didn’t try anything. Luckily, I was free to roam around the room. I wasn’t chained or anything. I got off the bed, slipping on my shoes which were neatly tucked under the bed. The door was opened. I could hear the BLUs downstairs talking. 

“Seems you’re up,” Spy said, decloaking. He leaned against the doorway with his arms crossed. “Sleep well?” he asked. I scoffed.

“No, I have this headache thanks to you,” I replied. “Now let me go, if the Administrator finds out about this, then we’re both getting in trouble.” Spy laughed.

“Cherie, I won’t get caught,” he said. “I sent in your counterpart dressed in your armor. The others won’t tell the difference.”

“Uh, yeah, they will,” I replied. “Mundy would tell it isn’t me. The other me is an android who cannot take off the suit, I can, I’m human. Also, the teams would be uneven. So, your plan is flawed.”

“Mmh, I guess so,” Spy said, uncrossing his arms. “They’d come and take you back, but uh, take a look outside.”

“Wait, that sounded like you knew what you were doing with the kidnapping part,” I said. “It isn’t a flawed plan?” I asked. The spy shook his head. I ran towards the window and pushed back the curtains. I was in a new location. I could see the Gorge in the distance. It was the control point version with the BLU respawn not that far. Maybe thirty yards or less. One could jump from the window to the building.

Wow, we were taken far. 

Yeah, it’s more than an hour drive to here.

The guys probably don’t know we’re here.

Yeah.

Spy came up from behind and wrapped his arms around my waist. I tensed up. I couldn’t struggle since he held me tight. If I did, he’d probably hold me tighter. 

“Think the view is pretty?” he asked. I felt his breath run down my neck. 

“I don’t like this,” I said, pulling away from his grip with ease. “I’d rather be home instead.”

“Well, I’m glad you brought that up,” Spy replied. He walked over to a cabinet and pulled out some wine. He poured it into two glasses and handed me one. I sniffed the liquid. “Don’t worry, it’s not poison,” Spy said.

“How do I know you’re not lying?” I asked.

“Just trust me this time,” he replied.

“Fine,” I said. I took a sip. It was bad. I was glad it wasn’t spiked.

“So, do you know a man named Chevy L/n?” he asked. I choked on my drink.

How does he know Dad?

“How do you know my dad?” I asked. I wiped my face. 

“He called and made a deal,” Spy replied, refilling his glass. “I help him return you and I get a chance to court you. You know, you shouldn’t have left your ticket for France on your bed. You would have needed it.” I gasped.

They found out.

Aw man! It was a bad idea to leave behind the ticket. We should have just left behind the receipt. 

There was no receipt.

Oh.

“So, you’re just gonna turn me in?” I asked. Spy placed his glass down. 

“No cherie,” he replied. “I have an offer. You and I run away together and I won’t turn you in.”

“If I refuse?” Spy chuckled. 

“If you refuse, which I hope you will not, then your precious bushman dies,” he replied. I clenched my teeth together and rolled up my fists. “So, what’s it going to be? Me, or him?” I growled.

“Let me think about this,” I replied.

If you pick him, that means Mundy will get to live.

Yeah, but what if he goes back on his word?

I bit the tip of my thumb. What to do, what to do?  Spy was not to be trusted. I would rather return home than have to witness Mundy die.

Returning to Dad isn’t an option. Spy will just come back. He’s never going to go away. I know he’s not to be trusted, but what if he does let Mundy be? Just think about it.

I sighed, making up my mind. I put down my glass of wine. 

“I’ll go with you,” I said. Spy clapped his hands together, smiling. He removed his mask and slicked back his hair.

“Glad you made the right decision,” he said. I tried not to shudder as he wrapped his arms around my waist and brought me closer. Spy lifted my chin up with his gloved hand. I didn’t look him directly in the eyes. I didn’t care what Uncle George said. I was not looking into his eyes.

Of course, I should have been paying attention to the red dot being aimed for Spy’s head. I looked out the window the minute the gunshot went off. The glass shattered and Spy fell backwards, landing on his back. I ran and looked out the window. Standing on the BLU respawn was Mundy. He was waving his hat around. 

“Mundy!” I called out. Scout was next to him, guarding my BLU counterpart, who seemed to be sapped. There was a loud explosion and Heavy came barging in through the door.

“Leetle Operative must follow me,” he said. “Come, we must hurry.” There were gunshots and more explosions. Heavy popped his head into the hallway. “Through the window,” he said. I looked out at it again. Thirty yards or less was far. I gulped.

“You wanna go first, big guy?”  I asked. Heavy did not hesitate to jump out. He landed next to Scout and Mundy. I gulped.

Alright, on the count of three.

One.

Two.

Three!

I jumped out the window. The wind blew in my face as I fell. The ground was getting close. Too close. Mundy caught me. We both grunted. “Heh, sorry about that,” I sheepishly said, turning red. He smiled.

“Glad to see you again,” he said.

“C’mon! We got the intel!” Soldier yelled, running out of the base. He held the blue intelligence in his hand.

“Start the car already!” Demo called out. Mundy put me back on my feet and we all started to run.

“So what happened to ya?” Scout asked. There was a van up ahead. The BLUs started to shoot at us. Their bullets hit the van.

“The enemy Spy kidnapped me,” I replied. I dodged a bullet. “We can talk about this later!” Heavy jumped into the driver’s seat and started the engine. We all jumped in and I crashed into Mundy. He held on tight as the van drove away at a high speed. 

“Let’s never do that again,” I said, panting. Mundy wrapped his arm around me protectively.

“Agreed," he replied.

[ghost-chance]

Fanfiction Recommendation: “Fat. Beautiful. Tasty. Ravenous” by MoofyKitten

Title: Fat. Beautiful. Tasty. Ravenous Author: MoofyKitten on AO3/FFN/Wattpad Fandom: BNHA/My Hero Academia Rating: M/MA for a reason. (Detailed sex in over half the posted chapters. Perv away only if you’re of age!) Pairing(s): Fat Gum [Toyomitsu Taishirou] / OFC Found on: AO3

Deets Expect some light spoilers and a mini-rant.

I am an unrepentant fanfiction addict; this is no secret. There are fics I read to wind down after a rough day, fics I read to put myself to sleep in hopes of pleasant dreams, and fics I read to tear my hear into teeny tiny fragments then build it back again better than before. THEN there are fics that don’t fit the mold – the kind that I become so invested in that I physically cannot put off reading that update. THIS, my lovelies, is one of THOSE fics, and it’s earned that place from the early chapters. This story has almost everything I need from a fanfiction, and I have a feeling the rest is just around the corner.

Let’s get the basics out of the way.

The Spelling, grammar, and punctuation are all excellent – I have yet to notice a single error, so either the author and her betas are a force to be reckoned with or I’m just getting so sucked into the story an elephant could sit on me and I’d never notice. The formatting is effective and easy to follow, and the chapters have all been of a nice meaty length, perfect for plowing through in a single sitting only to realize you missed a meal and it’s time for bed and your brain is hopelessly lost in ship-land daydreaming about what’s up next. ...wait, that’s just me? My bad.

Syntax – This one requires an entire section of its own. The fact that I’m having to actually think about how well the author’s varying their syntax says they’re effing nailing it. If a story’s syntax is at all static or the sentence even the slightest bit predictable, it’s easy enough for me to recall it because I’m mentally rearranging the bits that irk or don’t impress me as I read. I can’t even get through a bleepin’ news article or an online recipe without itching to push what I’m reading up to the standards my professors held. It sounds harsh, I know, but please take  my word for it when I say I’m not criticizing anyone. Suffice it to say, if my classes did anything, they made editing so instinctive I can’t turn it off. Confession: I have never found myself rearranging a single phrase in this masterpiece. Arguing with the characters? Encouraging the characters? Begging, pleading, and berating the characters for breaking my heart time and time again by stopping just short of the sugary fluff I can just smell right around the corner? Oh, Hell yes. I’ve done all of that and more, but I’ve never found myself with the urge to grab my red pen and strike out or scooch even a single word.

Something that strikes me about this story above others I’ve given the same rating (Spoiler: there are VERY FEW!) is the sheer variety of the scenes and environments. Sounds silly? Probably, but romances often develop a certain amount of location stagnation, and I know from personal experience how difficult it can be to bust through those patterns. (I mean, the majority of “A New Lease on Life” takes place in the Lair in some room, most commonly a bedroom, the lab, or the kitchen.) This story takes the couple off of familiar and ‘safe’ turf like homes and offices and drags them through countless other places without regard for their sense of comfort. Each scene feels real and multi-dimensional and directly or indirectly influences the characters’ behavior and reactions. It’s awesome. That’s a sign the author has done her people-watching!

Now, about that OC. I’ll readily admit, in the first chapter, I had my reservations. At first glance she seemed shallow, obsessed with appearances and her own view of the world, and – strange as it may sound – too skinny and too attractive. Yes, there’s some personal bias involved there, but the majority was practical rather than emotional. BUT! Because the writer of this story is the same who unleashed the beautiful Kacchako torment Hot-Headed upon me without a single breath of remorse, I gave Aiko a chance. Sure enough, my first impressions were entirely incorrect. The things that bothered me about Aiko? They all had explanation or purpose, and she’s turned out to be a pretty well-fleshed out character...pun intended. As the story progresses we’re seeing sides of her that I hoped for but didn’t expect and each chapter leaves me wondering what we’ll learn next.

Romantic connection. First word: “OOFTA.” The second word, I’d spell out, but it’s a shrill, wordless, begging whine that I cannot translate into English for the life of me. This pairing starts without any sort of romantic connection; it skips straight to the shenanigans and leaves hope that the snugglebunnies will follow eventually. Friends…if you’ve read any of my writing before, you’ll know that I. LIVE. For. The. FLUFF. The awkward mush, the sweaty palms, the am-I-gonna-barf-or-do-I-have-a-crush, the absolutely tooth-rotting sweetness capable of sending a reader headlong into diabetes with a dopey grin and heart eyes - they’re my crack and I love them. This story started with no fluff but it’s been slowly developing in the background. It’s an entirely new situation for me! I feel like I’ve gotten used to eating my dessert first then digging into an equally sweet dinner without a moment to cleanse my palate. This story? It’s like gorging on smoky, meaty St. Louie barbecue for weeks on end with literally just a smear of something sweet as an afterthought. Mind. Frackin’. BLOWN. It turns out I’m more masochistic as a reader than I ever suspected.

Another relationship I want to cover is the building friendship between Aiko and Fat Gum – because nope, she has not managed to mentally connect the half-starved Taishiro she’s climbing like a tree with the big-and-beautiful Fat Gum who owns the agency. Yep. She thinks she’s boning Fat’s beefy little brother. It’d be funny if my heart wasn’t whining for fluff. While frustrating to fluff-starved readers, Aiko not knowing the beefcake and the brother are one and the same provides an intriguing and natural way for her to build an actual relationship with him. This means none of the fetishistic bullarkey rampant in other stories pairing plus-sized male characters with OCs.

What sort of fetishistic bullarkey am I talking about? To name a handful: I love you so lose weight. I love you because you’re big. I’m fat too so it’s okay if we’re together. Blatant fat-fetish disguised as romance. Fat character’s life absolutely revolves around food and it’s gross/nvm it’s okay. Lastly, OC’s only chance at being loved by fat character is feeding them. Maybe to thin folks those don’t sound negative but to those of us who fit the description? NOPE. These don’t make healthy relationships. Using these can turn a well-meaning pairing toxic and frankly, it tends to piss off those of us who – GASP! - accept ourselves no matter our size. These...tropes, let’s call them, have made me hesitant to even try fiction involving plus sized male characters because I’ve been let down so many times. Finding plus sized female characters is easy, especially OCs, but appreciation for the chonky bois isn’t nearly as common. They need love too, dammit!

Ahem. Rant over.

As mentioned before, I ain’t seen any of that crap in this story. This author is treating Fat Gum like she would any other character instead of focusing on the fat. I wish with all my heart that more authors were capable of (and willing to) do the same with Fat Gum, and with other plus sized male characters. I can’t even put into words how much it means to me that she’s doing such a fantastic job portraying a character type that so many writers bungle without ever realizing it. I’ve needed this story my entire life and never realized it wasn’t there; I shudder to think of how long I might have been waiting for it if this author never found the inspiration to do so.

If I don’t shut up now, I fear I never will. I love this story that much. Moving on.

Warnings

Explicit sexual content – do NOT read this around your family unless you have a stronger will than I and can do so without creeping them out. (According to my husband, when I read smut I “look like a demented vulture staring down at a half-flattened ‘possum waiting for it to take its last breath,” complete with hunched shoulders and heavy breathing. Flattering, I know.) The smut scenes, while not my usual cuppa tea, wreck. My brain? Broke. Chapter four’s budding romance? It’s goin’ on my headstone ‘cuz I’m dead.

There are mentions of human trafficking and the future may include more about it. Slut-shaming comes up a few times because men are assholes and asshole exes are the ultimate assholes. Situational fat-shaming and lack of body confidence come up as Aiko comes to recognize Fat Gum for who he is instead of what he is; on the other end of the tag, Fat is also doing a lot of it to himself even when it isn’t spelled out. You can see it behind some of his reasoning in his POV chapters and since the writer is kickass at portraying thoughts and feelings without ever breaking out of restricted POV, you can also see hints in other chapters. That said, if the shaming was really bad without any redeeming purpose, I’d have noped my way right out’a that fic and never looked back. It has a purpose, and it’s not that bad. Give it a chance.

Recommendation level

This story lacks purple prose and excessive fluff, and I haven’t seen any signs of the pop culture, literary, and music references I love so dearly, but the rating remains the same:

Ten. Out. of. Farking. TEN!

YES! I’ve finally found another 10/10!!! A quick reminder for anyone who’s managed to not see my other reading recc posts, I don’t even need both hands to count off all the 10/10s I’ve read. Congratulations, Ms. MoofyKitten – your story rocks my world and I have an addiction I do not care to shake!

[trashinaglass-archive]

Angel

Y/n cares for Tom in the hospital

Request: I had this idea that was inspired from the Couple Interview. Since YN is a nurse, she did modeling to pay for her tuition (Izzy from Greys Anatomy,) one day Tom has to go to the hospital for a stunt or whatever and he’s so out of it, he thinks she’s an angel. I think that would be cute 🙈

A/n: Wasn’t sure if you meant this as couple or not, but I felt that would make it more dramatic so I did that. I also don’t work in the ER so I don’t know how to use medical terms and I don’t really know what happens after getting off the ambulance so soz if it’s a little wrong😂

Tonight was your shift for the emergency room, fun disguised in gore. You always had the coolest stories coming out of work- one patient did this while drunk, another did this at a party, this one was just stupid, etc. You really did love your job. It was when one pretty face came in that you weren’t excited to see.

You were exiting a patient room as you saw them come in, your name being called as they passed you. You quickly moved to walk with the bed as the EMT explained what happened to the doctor.

“Accident on a film set- 23 year old male. Hit his head, laceration on impact with possible concussion. Complaints of pain in right brachium and acromial regions.”

“I’m gonna kill you,” you mutter as you finally get a clear view of the boy in the bed, eyes wide and looking around at everything.

“Know this one?” The doctor asked hearing your comment as he closed the curtain.

“Boyfriend,” you informed him as you started an iv in his arm.

“Is this heaven because you sure look like an angel,” Tom said, looking up at you.

“I’ll be whatever you want me to be- just keep talking to us, handsome,” you answered as you stuck the needle in his arm.

“Can you tell me your name, son?” The doctor asked, taking his pen light and shining it in his eyes. Tom jerked away from the light, not answering his question. The doctor repeated himself, but Tom only wanted to look at you.

“You’re so pretty,” he said, his speech slurred. You looked at the doctor.

“Ask him some questions he knows, see how he answers,” he told you as he began checking the cut on the back of his head. You looked down at Tom, continuing your vital check.

“Can you tell me your full name?” You asked him.

“Thomas Stanley Holland.”

“What’s your birthday?”

“June first.”

“How many siblings do you have?”

“Um... four?”

“Can you tell me what happened, Tom?” You asked, keeping your voice collected but beginning to worry about your boy. He looked confused at your question, brows furrowing with thought.

“Harrison?” He said confused, looking to you for confirmation.

“Harrison was with you?” You asked, Tom nodding slowly. “Can you tell me how you fell?” Tom looked at you again, shaking his head no. “Okay. Can you tell me my name?” You asked him.

“Princess,” He answered. ‘Well he isn’t completely wrong,’ you thought knowing it was a petname he called you often. You heard the doctor chuckle before looking at you.

“Moderate concussion with an inch laceration. We’ll get him closed up, send him for an x-ray on that arm and a ct scan because I know you’ll want one,” he told you, you muttering a ‘thank you’ as he removed his gloves getting supplies to clean and staple the wound shut. “I want to admit him overnight just to keep an eye on him.”

“Okay,” you said, taking a moment to be a girlfriend. “How does your head feel?” You asked Tom, your hand reaching out to push the hair out of his face. He didn’t say anything again, his jaw clinched and eyes closed. “Nauseous?” You asked, he nodded his head as much as he could without the doctor getting on to him.

He told you to give him some medication through his iv- one for the nausea, one for the pain. Once the doctor finished stapling his head closed, you and another nurse helped him into a wheel chair where he was taken to radiology. You went to check if Harrison was in the waiting room while he was doing that.

You looked around the occupied room for anyone that looked familiar but heard him calling your name instead.

“Y/n!” Harrison called as he walked up to you. “How is he?”

“He has a concussion, doctor had to do four staples for his cut. He’s going for an x-ray and ct now,” you caught him up. “What happened?”

“A stunt mishap,” he told you. “He was connected to the wires, jumping over shit, and one broke dropping him straight on his head. He didn’t tell you?”

“He’s out of it. When I asked, all he could tell me was your name. Said he has four siblings, and when I asked him to tell me my name, he said ‘princess’. I couldn’t read if that was him just being dazed or what, but I’m trying my hardest not to freak out.”

“Don’t freak out. He’ll be okay- he’s under the best care, you know that,” Harrison tried to reassure you.

“I know, but-“ you stopped and took a breath, not wanting to psych yourself out. “Did you call Nikki? Dom?”

“No, I wanted to wait for the verdict first.”

“Let them know. They’re going to keep him overnight so I’ll be here with him.”

“Do you need me to get you anything from home?”

“I’d love a change of clothes,” you said with a sigh. “And probably some for Tom too for tomorrow. I gotta head back, but I’ll get you when he’s in a room,” you told him. “Thanks, Haz!”

You walked back to the room as Tom was being wheeled back. “My angel left me!” He exclaimed as he saw you.

“Sorry, gorg,” you said, watching as the doctor entered the room, x-ray in hand.

“Nothing’s broken, just a contusion to the muscle. We’re going to go ahead and move him to a room,” he told you. “I’d love to give you the rest of your shift off to be with him, but that’s not my place. Just two more hours. He’ll be okay.” He pat your shoulder before telling the techs which room to move him to.

“See you soon, handsome,” you said, your hand running over his arm before he was taken away.

. . .

The two hours couldn’t have been longer. Seems like since Tom was moved, everything slowed down. A good thing, but you were constantly thinking about him. As soon as the clock hit seven, you were hurrying up with the patient you had, sending him out with discharge instructions and clocking out.

You met Harrison in the waiting room again, seeing him with a familiar bag in his hand. “I forgot,” you said as you walked up to him. “I didn’t mean to leave you waiting.”

“It’s okay, I understand,” he assured you. “Can we go see the div now?”

You nodded your head and led the way to the room you were told, not stopping to talk to anyone. You opened the door, finding Tom alone on the bed, eyes closed as he slept. You made your way over to him, rubbing your hand over his to gently wake him.

“Hey there, sunshine,” you said with a smile. “How you feeling?” You watched as his brows furrowed, groaning as he woke.

“My head hurts,” he told you.

“Yeah?” You asked, happy to hear him sounding more normal than when he first arrived. “What happened? I heard you took a hard fall?”

“The wire snapped,” he told you, rubbing his hand over his eyes. “I think I blacked out, but I can’t remember.”

“It’s okay. You’re going to be okay,” you told him.

“Hey, mate,” Harrison said, Tom turning to look at his friend. “You had me scared for a second there.”

“Makes for an interesting story at least,” Tom said, a soft smirk on his lips.

“Sure does,” Harrison laughed. “I have to get going, but I’m glad you’re okay.”

After Harrison left, Tom was quick to go back to sleep, leaving you alone with your thoughts. You changed into the clothes Harrison brought, silently thanking every being for not having a shift tomorrow as you placed the scrubs in the bag. You grabbed a blanket and cuddled into the chair next to Tom’s bed, facing him as you pulled up Netflix on your phone and put in your headphones, glancing back and forth between the screen and the boy in front of you.

You didn’t know when you fell asleep, but you were woken up by the doctor from earlier. You looked to Tom seeing him talking to a nurse as the doctor spoke to you. “Sorry to wake you. Here are his ct scans. Everything’s normal- he’s going to be just fine.”

“Thank you,” you replied softly.

“Of course. I’ll see you two in the morning,” he said goodbye to Tom and walked out, the nurse following suit. You looked back to Tom seeing him looking at you.

“Not going to share?” He asked, noticing the flashing light from your phone.

“Unfortunately along with rest for a concussion comes no television, phones, books,” you told him with a shrug. “You get to stay in bed and sleep.”

“Great,” He said sarcastically.

“I got a lengthy email from the director about your accident,” you informed Tom. “He’s going to get a lengthy reply from an angry nurse who had to care for her own boyfriend at work. Just know if they start treating you differently, it’s because of that.”

He breathed out a laugh, reaching his hand out for yours to hold. “Thank you.” You smiled, leaning over to place a kiss to his knuckles, watching as he went to sleep again.

“I love you,” you whispered back, hoping tomorrow would be a lot better than today was.

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[bastardreynolds]

jade’s macdennis fic rec list

welcome to my list of macdennis fics whichm’s’t i’ve read and enjoyed

list is sorted by word count, and a ☀ means it’s an all-time favourite of mine, but everything on here is good so don’t let my arbitrary application of sun emojis put thoughts into your head

i’ll update this post as i read new fics

warning that this post is ugly when viewed on mobile

<5000 words

it hurts until it doesn’t by bpddennis  ☀

Dennis recollects moments where he fell in love with Mac.

(word count: 1.8k) 

nothing like it was in my room by botwins  ☀

"Oh," Mac says.

(word count: 1.8k)

futile devices by glasscreature

it all comes to blows one saturday, when mac tries to make kombucha and dennis forgets how to breathe.

(word count: 3.5k) 

you’re the one i wanna watch the ship go down with by lagaudiere

Not dying on a Christian cruise ship sometimes means having to face hard truths about yourself. Mac's never been very good at that.

(word count: 3.8k) 

5,000 - 15,000 words

not like the old days by quixoti  ☀

It’s a tragicomedy, this fate of theirs, and like a beggar who steals bread Mac gorges himself on it, fills himself up, allows himself for this one day, in this hotel room halfway across the country from where he belongs, to be happy with no strings attached.

(word count: 6.4k)

the spell that you’ve created by peskyfeelings

Mac is in bed but he can’t find sleep, because Dennis Reynolds lit a match and it’s still burning him up.

(word count: 6.8k)

the day you move (i’m probably gonna explode) by sinnabar

He could maybe get addicted to this, if he let himself. Or: five times Mac and Dennis toed the line between friends and lovers, and one time they crossed it for good.

(word count: 7.5k)

I don’t like you (but I love you) by myfavouritesweater

Dennis loves Mac, but he doesn't know how to say it. It takes him a few tries to get it right.

(word count: 8k)

The Inevitable by runningwafers

Mac is in a lot of denial. This is a story about what happens when he finally snaps.

(word count: 11.3k) 

How to Ruin Everything by glennjaminhow  ☀

Dennis is angry because Mac always ruins everything. Post "Mac Finds His Pride."

(word count: 12.5k) 

15,000 - 30,000 words

wanna hang out forever? by andchaos ☀

Mac and Dennis both want to ask each other to get married, but they're furious that the other one is trying to steal their thunder. Now they're stuck competing to out-propose each other to get them to say yes and establish themselves as the winner.

(word count: 15k)

Mac and Dennis Get Hitched by vampmissedith

Mac and Dennis get married in an attempt to scam a game show. Meanwhile, the Gang is pretty tired of Mac's refusal to stay out of the closet.  

(word count: 17.7k) 

the gay men cometh by peraltiagoisland

Dennis is an actor. A rich producer wants to make a movie starring Dennis Reynolds to meet the demands of his newly formed fan base. Everything is going great, until Mac walks in on accident during auditions and the casting director makes Mac his romantic counterpart in the movie.

(word count [wip]: 20.4k)

30,000+ words 

Mac and Dennis Conduct an Experiment by pavonine 

Dennis convinces Mac that the only surefire way to prove his straightness is to sexually experiment with another man. Of course that man happens to be Dennis. Of course Mac buys into this as a reasonable plan of action.

Of course it backfires on them both.

(word count: 36k) 

tonight, in this house, we drown by hyruling  ☀

But he can’t stand it anymore. A childlike instinct takes over, his long dormant need to protect Mac rearing it’s head for the second time that night.

"Mac Finds His Pride" aftermath.

(word count [wip]: 44k) 

Just Closer to God (You Could Call Me Your Heaven) by Blink_Blue

As Mac edges closer to being out of the closet, Dennis finds something in his friend that he hadn't realized he'd been craving: the thrill of the chase. He tells himself he just wants to see how far he can take it. What he doesn't realize, is that too far may break them both.

OR: an in depth look at the D.E.N.N.I.S. system, not as a foolproof method of seduction, but as a subconscious, self-sabotaging way of life.

(word count [unfinished]: 59.7k) 

Mac and Dennis Get a New Apartment by pavonine  ☀

After Dee's landlord threatens to kick them out for squatting, Mac and Dennis get a place of their own and it's all downhill from there. Dennis tries to keep himself together. Life's got other plans.

(word count: 60k)

guardians of a rare thing by yennefers  ☀

Sometimes Mac will kiss him to calm him down. It’s a no strings attached kind of thing, until it isn’t.

(word count [wip]: 82k)

[joemerl]

Julycanthropy 2019

Hey, anybody interested in the novel that I’m writing? No, guys, come back.

So, this year I learned about Julycanthropy, which is where you use a bunch of prompts to draw werewolves each day. I found several people who instead decided to use them as writing prompts, and since my novel is about werewolves it seemed like I should try something myself. 

Basically, this is backstory, starting about twelve years before my story begins and ending a little before the present. Read if you’re interested, and I hope that you enjoy. 

Word count: 2,865.

New Moon

Roger turned into a wolf for three days every week. It had nothing to do with the moon, as evidenced by the fact that it was almost invisible tonight.

He didn’t need the light—his wolf eyes could see excellently in the dark, and he barely even needed them with how strong his ears and nose were. But he missed the moon when it was gone. It made him feel even more lonely.

On the hunt

It was several weeks of practice before Roger first managed to take down a doe. He spent three days gorging on it before leaving almost half of its meat untouched. He felt kind of guilty about that, and afterwards mostly restricted himself to rabbits and mice. They were easier to catch, anyway. 

Meal

“Can we please not talk about this during dinner?” his wife Carla asked, cutting up food for their younger son, Curtis.

Roger gave her a wooden smile, then turned back to six-year-old Randall, who had started the conversation.

“I eat rabbits because a deer is too big for just one wolf,” he said, trying to sound lighthearted about the whole thing. “But maybe I’ll catch one for the two of us once you start to change.”

There was a loud CLANK of cutlery as Carla looked up at him, nostrils flaring. Both boys recoiled in their seats, but Randall turned back to his father with cautious but curious eyes.

He forced a smile again. “...Of course, it’s always nicer when I get to eat your mom’s delicious cooking at home.”

Run

Carla was livid. “I don’t care!” she said. “I don’t want you talking about this in front of them!”

“All I’m trying to do is get Randall prepared!”

“You’re scaring him! It’s bad enough that you disappear half the week, Curtis keeps asking where you are, and Randall—”

“You can’t keep running from the facts, hon! His birthday is less than a month away! And after that—he needs to be prepared for after that,” he muttered, looking down at the floor. “He’s gonna start changing, whether we like it or not.”

She stared at him with her dark, furious glare. “And whose fault is that?” she spat.

Magic

Once upon a time, there was a mean old witch. One guy who lived in her neighborhood didn’t believe in witches. One day, he did something to make her mad—Randall didn’t know what. But the witch was so mad that cursed the man to turn into a wolf for three days every week, and then, to be extra evil, said that the same thing would happen to his sons after their seventh birthdays.

One of the girls at school said that witches weren’t actually real. Randall knew that she was wrong, just like his dad had been. 

Feather

Randall and Roger got along well. They were both playful and easygoing, even now that this whole curse thing had added so much stress to their lives. Neither one of them wanted Randall to be cursed, but at least they were together for the whole week again.

Birds of a feather flock together, Roger thought that first night, as his newly seven-year-old puppy snuggled against him in their tent. Now what would that expression be for wolves?

Tranquilly

Randall had been really scared to change, even though his dad kept saying that it wouldn’t be scary. But it was scary, and it hurt, and now he was a wolf and it felt weird and he was sad that Mom and Curtis were at home while he was stuck here in the woods. 

But he was with Dad, in a tent that they had constructed together back when they had hands. So he laid his head against his father’s furry chest and closed his eyes, listening to the sounds of the forest. His dad nuzzled his face, and slowly he began to feel safe. 

Rage

One week before, Roger had been alone in the forest, getting ready to transform, thinking about his son joining him the following week. He slammed a fallen branch against the nearest tree trunk and screamed bloody murder at the sky. Even when he was in wolf form he howled and bit himself and threw himself against the ground, cursing that witch and himself for what they had done to his family.   

Relaxation

Neither father nor son ever completely relaxed in the forest, trapped in bodies that were never quite their own. Randall felt much happier at home, snuggling with his parents in front of the TV or playing games with Curtis.

Bones

Roger taught Randall to hunt over the coming months, and soon deer had replaced rabbits as their prey of choice. Either way, two wolves ate a lot, and the area where they made camp was collecting quite a large number of gnawed-up animal bones.  

One hunting expedition went wrong, however, and Randall wound up with a broken front leg. He hobbled on it for a day and a half, mewling in agony, before he could finally turn back into a human. He still had a broken arm, and they couldn’t even go to the doctor for it. His mom wrapped and unwrapped it each time he changed for the next few weeks, all while shooting furious looks at his father, who stared guiltily at his feet.

Escape

“But how do you break the curse?” Curtis asked shortly after his sixth birthday.

“I don’t—I don’t think there is a way to break it, Curt.”

“But there’s gotta be.” 

He never fully gave up that goal.

Snarl

Carla and Roger’s relationship had never been idyllic, and the curse added an extra strain. It was a rare fight when she didn’t remind him what he had done to their children, or how it felt being abandoned for three days every week.

Over time it became clear that Curtis took after his mother. He had the same mercurial personality and the same hatred of lycanthropy. He started to acting out to Roger more and more as his seventh birthday approached, and could often be found cuddling up with Carla, the two sharing their frustrations about the family’s situation.

Claws

Curtis seemed nervous but calm on the drive down the forest, listening to his father and brother reassure him that everything would be alright.

When the change actually started, however, he clawed at his skin in agony, begging for some way to keep it from happening.

Paws

Wolves have five toes on each front paw, but only four on the back. That meant that one toe sort of just disappeared every time they changed.

Curtis counted his toes every time he turned back into a human, no matter how much his father mocked him about it.

(“Huh? I didn’t mock him,” Roger said, surprised and hurt by his wife’s accusation. “I just chuckled a little. I thought it was cute!”)

Nature

“Look, I know it’s hard. Really, I do,” Randall whispered, kneeling down to look his little brother in the eye. “But...this is just how it us for us Packwood men. You’ll get used to it soon. I promise.”

Curtis didn’t even look at his brother, just glared down at the coffee table. “I don’t want to be used to it. I want to be normal again.”

Waxing

Things got better for a while. Curtis still hated changing, even more than Roger or Randall, but he did get used to it. He spent his first weekend pretty much just lying on the ground and shaking, but after a few more weeks he would run around, wrestle and howl with the others, and they learned a few tricks to help bring him out of his shell as both a human and as a wolf.

Carla had been miserable when Curtis started to change, both for him and because of her own loneliness. Baby Con helped with that. Obviously she complained about having taking care of him alone half the week, but he kept her busy and became quite the cheery little mama’s boy as the years wore on. 

Waning

“I hate hunting,” Curtis said, arms crossed tightly over his chest.

Randall forced a smile, giving him a playful push on the shoulder. “Aw, but you’re so good at it. Much better than me or Dad!”

Curtis scowled. He was only eleven, but was already in the sullen teenage phase that had largely bypassed his fifteen-year-old brother.

Things between their parents were getting bad too. They were fighting a lot more lately, with their mom often close to tears and their father just looking tired. Eventually the two separated, but Randall kept telling himself that it was only temporary. The two seemed even more miserable when they were apart; they cared about each other too much to not reconcile eventually.

Chained

Though he was no longer living with the family, Roger came over every week to pick up Randall and Curtis so that they could go into the woods to change. 

Then one week, he didn’t. 

Carla drove them, sighing and seething the whole ride to the forest. This wasn’t fair, she thought, glancing at her sons in the rear-view mirror. Roger was the one of who got them cursed---why did they still have to do this even when he was gone?

Howl

Randall insisted that their father had just had car trouble, or lost his phone, or something. He would be there when they got to the woods. Or show up sometime during the weekend.

“Liar,” was the first word Curtis said when they turned back into humans on Sunday.

Randall said the same thing, with less conviction, when they went to the forest the following week. And once again, their father failed to show. Curtis went to sleep in their tent, but Randall stood outside as though waiting for him to show up. 

Halfway through the night, he stared up at the new moon and howled.

Sharp

Occasionally, the boys transformed at home, usually for birthdays or holidays. This time, Carla came into the living room and was shocked to see five-year-old Con stabbing Curtis with a knife. 

Gently, on the front leg, as Curtis sat there and let him. As she screamed at them, Con yelled that Curtis had asked him to cut him before he transformed, because he read that making a werewolf bleed would turn them back into a human. He had been studying a lot of old legends like that, trying to find something that would finally break the curse. 

Large

Con couldn’t understand why Curtis didn’t want to be a werewolf, of course. He loved the rare weekends when his brothers transformed at home, when he could cuddle up beside wolf-Randall and wrestle with him around the house. Everybody said that he might not be a werewolf, since he was born after the witch cursed his dad, but all Con wanted was to grow up and be a big-boy werewolf like his brothers and hang out with them every time they changed. 

Slick

Nobody outside of the family knew about the curse, of course. Their neighbors simply thought that the boys enjoyed camping, a story which Curtis rather expertly maintained to his best friend, Dennis, who lived next door. 

Of course, “camping” seemed like a pretty poor excuse to miss church every Sunday, even if they attended the Wednesday night services, so Pastor Gerig was under the impression that they visited family each weekend. Carla could even count on five-year-old Con to cheerfully keep up the ruse.

She knew she should be more worried about that, but she didn’t really see any other option.

Space

Practically every night that he was a wolf, Randall would sit on his favorite rock and gaze up at the stars. Curtis couldn’t understand how he found this so entertaining.

Clock

Sundown on Thursdays is when they transformed. Curtis spent all day checking the clock, dreading when he and Randall would have to go out into the woods, and then all day Sunday watching the sun, waiting for it to go down enough that they could change back again.

Climb

“Can werewolves climb trees?” Con asked, sitting in the boughs of the one near their house.

“Sure, little cub,” said Randall, who was sitting with his back against the trunk. “It’s a bit harder than doing it with hands, though.”

Con hung upside-down from the branch, his long hair nearly reaching the top of Randall’s head. “When I turn into a wolf, will you and Curtis teach me how to do it?”

“If you turn into a wolf one day, sure.”

Con scowled at that qualification.

Broken

One weekend, their mom told Curtis and Randall to stay home. She wouldn’t explain why, just browbeat them until they agreed. 

Changing at home was a mixed bag. On the one hand, they didn’t have to go hunting, instead eating steak and hamburger (and eating so much that staying home every week wasn’t really an option). On the other, their more wolfish instincts compelled them to roam around the woods, so that just sitting and watching TV all day made them feel tense and confined.

Randall spent most of Friday and Saturday playing with Con, letting him ride on his back or having wrestling matches on the couch (which always ended with Randall pinning him and licking his face, to Con’s delight). Curtis moped all weekend because of course he did, but Con put on one of his favorite movies and read to keep him entertained. Overall Randall thought that it was a pretty nice weekend.

Until they changed back Sunday night, and their mom finally worked up the courage to tell them what the doctor had told her. 

Pain

“The last thing I wanna see is one of you boys in pain.”

Curtis doesn’t like to think about the days surrounding his mother’s death. 

Smoke

Randall was eighteen, and now his brothers’ legal guardian. Thanks to the curse, Curtis moving to the city with their grandparents wasn’t doable, and Con was understandably terrified at the idea of moving there alone. 

The next few months were difficult, obviously, but Randall did a good job of keeping things together. He couldn’t get a normal job, since normal jobs generally require working more than four days per week, but he managed to scrounge up enough money, barely, to get by. He comforted Con when he cried. He tried to give Curtis space, though his efforts on that front were shakier than he would have liked.

With his lazy smile and laidback tone, you barely could tell how lost he felt, groping ahead as he stumbled along, his lungs sometimes burning every time that he breathed— 

Discovery

Con began to accompany his brothers on their camping trips every week.

It was the first time that he had every actually watched them transform, and the first time that he had been allowed to play with them as wolves outside. It meant three days every week when he got to run around through the trees with Randall, climb trees with Randall and listen to Randall howl up at the sky. (Curtis, of course, spent most of his time moping around on the ground, because he’s boring.) Sometimes he got to see them hunt, which was scary but also exciting, and then eat, which was gross but also exciting. (Con had a backpack full of snacks and sandwiches for himself.)

Then at night he would read the bedtime story, since neither of them could talk, and then curl up beside them to go to sleep. If he got scared or sad about Mom then Randall would lick his tears away and play with him some more. It was great.

Con was counting the weeks until his seventh birthday, when he would finally find out if he would turn into a werewolf too.

Home

Con chattered happily the whole ride home as Curtis sat in moody silence. He was having one of those almost dysphoric moments that he got on Sunday nights, when his own human body felt strange after three days as a wolf. 

Three miserable days with nothing to do, unless he wanted to run around and howl at the sky like his two idiot brothers.

Once they got home Curtis made a beeline for the bathroom and took a long, hot shower. Then he stumbled into his room (which used to be Randall’s room, before Randall moved into the master bedroom) and collapsed onto his mattress. He lied there for a long time, trying not to think, trying not to remember that he had to do this whole damn thing again in four days.

Full moon

Five days later, Randall was sitting on his favorite rock, looking up at the sky again.

The moon was full. It looked nice. Seemed comforting, somehow. Reminded him of when he used to sit up here with Dad.

But it also made him feel wistful. Reminded him of all those stupid werewolf stories, the ones that Curtis still vigorously tore through trying to find some cure for their curse. He envied the werewolves in those stories. They only had to change one night per month, after all.

[travelsofablonde]

Holy Moley!

So... I think I left off on getting to Scotland! I'm going to start with some current updates and then backtrack a bit. I'm trying to get better at this blogging thing, so here goes!

UPDATES:

I have been bitten (I think, I hope, otherwise what is this) by Scottish Midges. Not Midgets. Midges. Google these evil flying creatures. Anyway, I'm COVERED in bites. They itch and they HURT. Like blisters on my face, arms, legs, side, etc. Not fun. I'm covered in anti itch cream and slept to the tune of 2 Benadryls last night and this morning I got desperate and put bandaids over some of them so I wouldn't be tempted to scratch. So fun.

We're back in Chester, I came back a day early so I'd have time to wash laundry and get ready for London tomorrow and to work on some school work. It was nice to sleep in today (literally was passed out from like 9 last night till 12:30 today!)

I got some great things, experiences, photos, memories in Scotland and if I have another chance during this trip i'm going back and going to try and go to the Highlands for a day.

I don't want to come back haha I love it here. There are definitely differences such as no sweet tea, local foods (although they have a shit ton of American-ish food if I ever get homesick), a lot of places don't have A/C but it's not any worse than when our A/C goes out back home. You just learn to sleep with the window open and the sea gulls kind of grow on you. I'm definitely coming back here :)

Tomorrow we leave for London... I'm not excited for that. I don't like London, it's too much too fast if that makes sense. It's like Austin times 1,000. And the underground tubes freak me out. BUT I want to see the museums so yea i'm gonna do this haha ok I think that's it for updates!

Scotland:

So we're going to backtrack a bit to Holyrood Palace. Yes we went to an actual palace! A still used, still in  beautiful shape, still contains original pieces and royal family heirlooms and jewels palace!

This picture doesn't do it justice. On one side of the palace is the crag (massive rock outcropping) that lead's up to Arthurs Seat and on the other are the beautiful and haunting Holyrood Abbey ruins. 

Arthurs Seat is the main peak of the hills around Edinburgh and it's an extinct volcano. In Gaelic it was called Àrd-na-Said which meant Height of Arrows and it's believed that the name Arthurs Seat came from Archers Seat. Now, I didn't hike it but some of the people in my group did and they brought back some amazing photos for me to share with you all! And as soon as they're done uploading to my computer I'll add them to this blog haha UPDATE: photos added :)

Photo Cred to Dr. Mann and Kim and the people making that hike with a bucket of the Col.’s Chicken!

Holyrood Abbey was founded in 1128 by King David I of Scotland. It was used as a parish church until the 17th century (1600's) and fell into ruins within the next century (1700's). According to legend, King David was hunting a hart (fully matured stag) during the Feast of the Cross (celebration of the cross on which Christ was crucified) and was thrown from his horse. As the animal began to charge him, intending to gorge him with its antlers, a holy cross descended from the sky right between the harts antlers and startled it away. As a way to give thanks to God for sparing his life, King David built the abbey on this spot. Unfortunately, during a revolution in 1688 several tombs were desecrated and church members eventually abandoned the abbey thus leading to its eventual ruin. Today it stands adjacent (basically attached) to Holyrood Palace and can be viewed from the palace or its gardens. Several tombstones and graves still exist within the ruins and they're kept very well preserved. I've got some photos below, starting with a view from under the main windows which is opposite to where visitors can enter. 

This is most likely a tomb.. it could have been an altar, due to its central placement within the Abbey hall, however the coats of arms around the sides led me to believe it was a tomb, along with the tombstones surrounding it on the ground. 

This is a shot of the Abbey Ruins from the Gardens outside of Holyrood Palace.

Holyrood Palace itself was very grand in my opinion. The royal family and the country have done an amazing job of keeping it up. Unfortunately I couldn't take photographs inside so I only have a few of the outside and the quadrangle just inside the entrance. BUT those are all on my camera and still trying to upload to my computer. So once I have those I will post them here.

For those wondering, Holyrood means Holy Cross. In old english, rood meant cross. So this is the palace of the Holy Cross and is an official residence of Queen Elizabeth II of England and Scotland. The Queen spends about a week here at the beginning of each Summer and it's still used by the Royal Family for various occasions, such as the reception of Prince Harry and Megan Markle.

The palace was originally a royal residence house next to the abbey and eventually house several royal apartments. The palace that stands today wasn't built until the 15th century (late 1600's).

Holyrood was once the home of Mary Queen of Scots from her return to Scotland in 1561 until her forced abdication in 1567. It was also the place where her royal secretary David Rizzio was murdered by her husband Lord Darnley on March 9, 1566. Lord Darnley had grown jealous and suspected the Queen of sleeping with her secretary and was even convinced their son actually belonged to Rizzio. The murder took place in the Queen's private apartments when Lord Darnley and several nobles stormed up the stairs to her private apartment where she was dining with several courtiers, including Rizzio. They dragged him to the outer chamber, stabbed him 56 times and left his body there. Its said that you can still see the blood stain on the floor from where his body was left to lay by the window. Now, I've seen this spot in Holyrood palace and I think that they continue to stain this section of floor in red for tourists. I think this because those floors have been redone and there's no way the stain still exists on new floors.

Holyrood is also home to several original works of art throughout the royal families history as well as several pieces of clothing and accessories from the Jacobite Rising. There are original beddings in some of the bedrooms and lots of royal jewels and even a case said to contain hair from Mary Queen of Scots. The history inside this palace is simply incredible and if anyone reading this is a history buff you have to make a trip here. But be warned, the only air flow inside is the partially open windows and in Summer with so many other tourists crowding into the building it can get pretty hot and stuffy. But the Abbey Ruins and Royal Gardens are outside and are a much needed refresher at the end of the tour. While we were at the palace there was also an exhibit in residence regarding the wedding of Prince Harry to Megan Markle and their wedding clothes were on display along with those of the flower girl and ring bearer. The dress worn by Mega Markle was also accompanied by several of the original sketches from the designer. Unfortunately, palace staff were constantly on hand to prevent photos from being taken so no pictures of any of this for y'all. Sorry.

Wow this was a long blog! I think I'll end it here and I'll work on the rest of what happened in Scotland later ;)

So I've started collecting buttons at each place we go to and this is just some of what's on my bag now. The green one at the top with the stag is from Holyrood Palace and was given to me because i'm "A child at heart despite the fact that you're a member of that clan Hume we don't speak of here" (the palace staff member was good natured and full of jokes about my clan when he gave it to me).

[chubbysylveon513-blog]

Glaceon story (WIP)

Josh was happily readying for a birthday party, specifically his daughter, Angelina's party. Josh had put dozens of pies in the oven, readied at least an amount of ice cream to fill a medium sized basement, and had over 28 presents, one in particular, was going to make this day the best day of Angelina's life. Angelina was turning 20, and she had always been embarrassed to be driven around in josh’s car, so josh decided to get her the most expensive, luxurious, cool looking, car possible, josh even “ went to the mall and slept there's” aka josh went to the most famous car dealership in the world, it goes by the name of “ the pokestop “ this name in particular was special, due to the fact that they lived in the Pokemon universe. ( back to the story) so josh was happily taking out the pies, preparing himself for when Angelina wakes up. Outside of the house, was a starving glaceon, she hadn't eaten for days, and barely had the energy to walk, then, the glaceon collapsed, she rested her head on the sidewalk, with people walking by, without a care about her. But out of nowhere, the glaceon smelled the most pleasant smell she had smelled in a long time, she slowly struggled her way back up, and limped her way over to where the smell was coming from, there was a house, luckily the owner of the house obviously owned an Eevee because there was a tiny Eevee-door flap, the starving glaceon just managed to squeeze through the door,she followed the smell, and put her nose straight up to a glass wall, there was some sort of treat inside, but she was far too weak to open the door, when the owner came by he said “ OH GEEZ!!” Dropping his phone, he picked it back up and looked down at the puny, starving, creature, and said “ aww… Are you hungry?” The glaceon nodded, and so the owner aka josh, placed a pie on the ground, and said “ here you go,” the glaceon sniffed it a little, and when josh looked at his phone and back for a split second, the entire pie was gone. He responded “ ok, you want More?” The glaceon nodded, so josh laid down 4 pies this time, and the glaceon ate them all, josh then placed down every last food he had made, and backed up, he then gripped onto some sort of curtain. The glaceon was super exited and couldn't wait to see what was behind the curtain, so she walked her way over, not even finishing her first pie, and josh quickly blocked her path with his leg and said “ you gotta eat all that food over there if you want to see what's behind the curtain.” The glaceon sighed and rushed over back to the pies, she chowed down on them, finishing all 93 in just a matter of seconds, the glaceon then looked at the curtain, nothing, so she started trying to move over to josh, but was immediately tugged back by the weight of her now plump belly. She eventually got herself to bring up the strength to pull her weight around, she walked over to the curtain, still nothing. So she whined, and drooped her ears. Nothing she looked back, and there was at least 49 more pies, but this time, they were cake. She dragged her belly back over to the cake, and ate all of them, then she looked at the curtain, it was slowly being opened, when she got a good view, she was angry, it was just a hose. She put her head down, but looked up with her eyes, thus showing an angry look at josh, josh said to glaceon “ no, it's not a toy, it's food! Cmon put your mouth up to it.” The glaceon was now very fat, and she could just barely waddle her way over to the hose, she rolled her eyes and put the hose in her mouth, then, out of nowhere, ice cream started rushing into her body, she was shocked, she looked at josh with a worried expression, and she said “ mph!!” Meaning in glaceon language “ what is this? Help me!!” The man didn't understand, in fact, he now put his hand on the glaceons ever expanding belly, it was very squishy and soft, and it felt soothing to touch. Glaceon however, was in lots of pain, she had an extreme belly ache from all this food, and she moaned and groaned. But josh didn't understand, she waved her legs all over the place, trying to get a good grip on the ground, but her legs were now far off the ground, and most likely wouldn't be able to be used ever again, the glaceon was now the size of a medium sized fridge, josh looked at her, with an exited expression on his face. The glaceon was whining for tummy rubs, and josh must've understood her because he did give her tummy rubs, but in fact, a little too hard, the glaceon was now in even more pain, she cried and cried for the nightmare to end, but it didn't, she was now about the size of a giant trampoline, and josh said to himself quietly “ your gonna make a great present.” The glaceon couldn't feel her body anymore, and she knew she couldn't take much more, so she shook her head, and tried to spit out the hose, but she couldn't, so she was just an ever expanding glaceon water bed. Then, she heard her belly creak and stretch, she held onto her belly with her now puny paws and clenched her teeth, and she thought to herself “ cmon body!! Please hold together!! I don't wanna die!!” And the noises stopped. The glaceon sighed, and the hose stopped, the man had stopped the hose, he obviously knew that the glaceon couldn't handle any more food, after that, the man pulled out some sort of glowing machine, he pointed it at the glaceon, she closed her eyes, expecting the worst, but all it did was make a noise that sounded like Boop-flop pity-flop pity- done! And the glaceon sighed, then she was inflated more by the hose, her bellyache was worse than ever, and the noises were even louder than before. And then, she heard a gigantic BELCH!! It was her, she blushed and then once again desperately tried to get the hose out of her mouth, the man said “ yep, I think that's good.” Releasing the hose from the giant glaceon, The glaceon let one big sweat drop drip down her head, she sighed in relief, and the man said to her “ hey glaceon, would you mind if you do me a favor?” The glaceon thought for a moment, and nodded due to the fact that she was given a full tummy and a free meal. Then, the glaceon was hit with a red and white ball, she was terrified at first, but then she was calming down quickly due to the fact that after she blinked, the world around her turned to a forest covered with pokepuffs and treats, she immediently started crying, not because her stomachache, but because she couldn't move so she can't reach the treats. But when she stopped crying, pokepuffs were flying into her mouth, she was wagging her tail, and the pokepuffs were apperantly duluxe because she loved them so much, that she purposely tried to hurt herself so her mouth would open wider while she screams in pain. After about 6 hours of gorging herself on treats, she heard a noise, and she was thrown out of the ball, when the bloated glaceon focused her vision, she was on her back, with a teen girl ton top of her. When the teen girl woke up from her sleep, she yelled “ WHAT THE?!?” And continued “ dad!! I wanted a real mattress not a fat glace—actually that is pretty comfy…” the glaceon asked the teen in Pokemon language “ so.. Um… Does this mean… Th-that I'm her Pokemon?” Josh nodded, the glaceon let out an exited “ Glace—glaceon!!”