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im-the-letter-t · 3 years

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Person A tries to propose to Person B in front of a large crowd and B is not ready to get married.

“I could die right now, in your arms, and I’d still be happy.” “Well, I wouldn’t be very happy about that!”

“I just really want to cuddle, okay?”

“I’m actually terrified of heights.”

Person A is offered the chance to bring person B back from the dead for 24 hours.

“I love you too much for my own good.”

Person A gets severely injured due to something Person B does and the guilt is driving B crazy. A doesn’t blame B at all.

“Why is your sock on the ceiling fan?”

“You’re acting like a child.”

“I love you so much I don’t know what to do.”

“You are so dramatic. I was gone for five minutes.”

“I know you would never hurt me.”

“You might be the dumbest person I’ve ever met.”

“Don’t you die on me!”

“Please just leave. It’s what you do best anyway.”

“And there goes the rest of my dignity.”

“You forgot to put on pants, dude.”

“Don’t be an idiot.”

“The cat is stuck on the chandelier again.”

“What the hell is with all of the sock puppets?”

“We should break up.”

“What did I do to deserve you?”

Bachelor/bachelorette party gone wrong.

“I don’t know how it is physically possible for you to be this beautiful.”

“Well, that was fun.” “We almost died!”

“Why do you look like you’re about ready to murder me?”

“Nobody loves me.” “I do.” “Shut up.”

“Why is there a knife in your chest?!”

“Did you seriously patch up a stab wound with scotch tape?”

Person B is in love with Person A, who agreed to go out with Person C.

“Why are you sitting in their lap?”

“Why are you watching a kid’s movie?”

“I just want to hug you and never let go.”

“Man, you sure got knocked around a lot today.”

“Why are we on the roof?”

“I don’t need you to protect me!”

“I need you to tell me the truth! Do you love me?”

“Look, I really screwed up and I need advice.”

“Why do you have to shatter my heart into a million pieces every time you see me?”

Person A got ahold of an empty wrapping paper tube and is bonking everyone on the head with it.

“Close your eyes. Don’t peek.”

“You’re an asshole!”

“Why on Earth are you bleeding?”

“You’re going to be okay, I promise.”

A group of friends at a water park.

“What are you, five?”

“How are you this dumb?”

“Would you still love me if I wasn’t conventionally attractive?”

“We’re trying to have a baby!” “Ew. Why did I need to know that?”

“Please don’t kill me.”

Person A is asleep and Person B is trying not to wake them up.

“I love you more than I love Star Wars.” “Ha! No you don’t.”

“I promise I won’t let them hurt you.”

“Get your hand off my ass.”

“You’re going to get yourself killed!”

“Is there something you two would like to share with the group?”

“You make me feel safe.”

“We’ve secretly been married for a year.”

“I think I might be dead inside.”

“We shouldn’t have let our kid watch Tangled. They hit me with a frying pan earlier.”

“Oh my god, are you pregnant?”

“What’s up?” “I’m just thinking about all of the things I’m going to do to you later.”

Person A and Person B are just friends and are tired of being asked if they’re a couple, so now they say “no hetero” when asking each other to hang out.

“You deserve so much better than what I can be.”

“Do you want me to punch you in the face?”

Person A is going to propose to Person B and Person C accidentally spoils the surprise.

Person A is learning to roller skate and runs into Person B.

“Did you miss me?”

Person A tries to explain modern slang to Person B.

“Why is your head stuck in the stair railing?”

“Did you just kiss me?”

“Please tell me that isn’t your blood.”

“I refuse to trust the judgement of someone who pronounces the “J” in jalapeño.”

“How are you 5 hours late?” “There was traffic.” “You were a mile away!”

“I could be dead and you wouldn’t even care!”

“I really want to watch *horror movie*, but I hear it’s terrifying. Will you watch it with me in case I get scared?”

“So you’ve been lying this whole time?”

“Go to hell!”

“It really is coming down out there, huh?”

“Give it up. I know you’re cheating on me.”

“I will never get tired of kissing you.”

“No, don’t cry, don’t do that to me.”

“Never scare me like that again! I thought I’d lost you!”

“What on Earth are you wearing?”

“There’s a movie I’ve been wanting to see and I was wondering if you wanted to go with me.”

“If I have to watch Frozen one more time I will lose it.”

“You aren’t weak. Just human.”

“You worry too much.”

“Did you just flip me off?”

Person A and Person B won’t cool it with the pda and Person C goes nuts.

“Don’t try to stand up. I’ll carry you.”

“That was chaotic.” “That was nothing.”

“Give me my heart back. Please.”

“I can’t help but blame you for what happened. I’m sorry.”

“Look who’s playing the victim, again.”

“You should really kiss me right now.”

“How are you this perfect?”

“Why did you think this was a good idea?”

“You love them, not me.”

“Please just quit screaming!”

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shakespeareanwannabe · 4 years

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Best Laid Plans

Santiago ‘Pope’ Garcia x F!OC

Summary: A sequel to ‘Protective Instincts’. The last 7 and a half months have been a whirlwind, and part of Pope still can’t fathom the idea of being a father. But now that his kid is here? All bets are off. *Still based off of the wonderful headcanons by @darksideofclarke*

Warnings: Pregnancy fic (so, again, if you aren’t vibing with it, don’t read it), swearing, references to birth (it’s nothing graphic, just mentions of water breaking, contractions, and epidurals), references to breastfeeding

A/N: Hi everyone! I was blown away by the response to ‘Protective Instincts’, so I wrote a sequel that’s based off of part of one of clarke’s headcanons. This was so fun to write, and I’m really wanting to write more about Bex and Pope, and Pope and Frankie, and the baby, so I’m hoping you all enjoy this as much as you enjoyed the first one! If you want to be added to the tags, please let me know. I just used the tags list from ‘Protective Instincts’ for this one.

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Pope was a planner. Not as good as Tom, mind you, but he could plan an operation with the best of them. That was, after all, how he had convinced his closest friends to help him take down one of Colombia’s biggest and most dangerous narcos.

“Just look at my work on it.”

That was the phrase he used on all of them, but he had been banking on their loyalties as well. He had known going in that Benny would only need him. He had figured that a tiny twist of Catfish’s arm and Pope’s record of getting into deep shit when Frankie wasn’t around to stop him would be enough to encourage Catfish to join them. Will had needed Tom, Tom had needed Pope’s workup of the mission. Planning. Having a rough idea in your head of how people will react was a big part of planning an op and putting together a team.

Bex’s birth plan was viewed in the exact same light. He hadn’t been lying to her when he told her that whatever she wanted to do, they were going to do. If she had demanded that she give birth while standing on her head, Pope would have found a way to make that happen, doctors be damned. So, Pope made sure that her birth plan was as detailed as any highly classified military operation.

That document became like a Bible to Pope. He sat with Bex as she painstakingly went through every single option, checking off certain boxes and rolling her eyes at others.

“I swear to God, babe. If they try to show me the birth through a mirror, I might kick a nurse in the face,” she had laughed. Pope had laughed as well, knowing his sweet tempered girl would never do such a thing but also knowing that, when the time came, if someone tried to bring a mirror into the room when his girl hadn’t requested it, he would be raising hell on her behalf.

Of course, he knew that things never ran as smoothly as you planned. Colombia had been proof enough of that, but he held tight to the birth plan, taking comfort in the knowledge that, by knowing what it was Bex wanted, he would be able to do some small part in assisting her through her labor and delivery. Of course, he would stay in the room with her (just him and the medical staff, no friends or family would even know about the labor until at least 4 hours after the kid arrived) and let her squeeze his hand and yell at him if she needed to, but Pope was a man of action. He faced situations head on, guns blazing. This...this was one situation where he would be almost helpless, watching as his girl fought to bring their kid into the world.

The birth plan was his tether. Bex had outlined every single thing she wanted to happen before, during, and after the birth.

“Of course, if things go south, you tell them to fuck the plan and do whatever they need to do,” she had reiterated several times over the course of building and rebuilding their plan. And when Bex’s water broke at 1 p.m. that cold November afternoon, Pope knew within the span of her first contraction that he would indeed tell the medical staff to fuck the plan if there was even the slightest notion of something being wrong. He was not losing his girl or their baby due to his stubbornness in sticking to a plan.

Luckily, it went as smooth as it possibly could have gone. Nobody brought any mirrors into the room. She had been able to walk laps up and down the hallway to help herself along. Bex had caved around midnight and begged for an epidural, which Pope had been quick to sooth her about.

“Baby, you’ve been at this for almost 12 hours,” he had whispered into her sweaty hair, wiping a cool rag over her forehead as she squeezed his hand and tearfully whispered that she wanted the injection. “You’ve done everything you can naturally. The laps and the breathing and the exercises…Baby, I know Marines who would have given up and asked for pain meds hours ago,” he had laughed. “You’re fucking Wonder Woman, baby. I’m so proud of you.” He smiled and kissed her forehead as she gifted him with a tired but grateful smile. “Our kiddo is just being a little stubborn right now, okay?”

“T…takes after their daddy,” she chuckled breathily.

“God help us,” he laughed, pressing another kiss to her forehead as she winced, another contraction overtaking her body. Pope hit the Help button by her bed and waited for the nurse to come so they could inform her of the change in their plan.

Finally, at three o’clock in the morning, Liliana Esperanza Garcia was placed onto her mother’s chest with an angry cry. Pope stayed right by Rebecca’s side the entire time, having no interest in cutting the umbilical cord and the idea of catching his daughter as she was born was more than a little terrifying to the seasoned veteran, so he remained at his post at Bex’s bedside and cried alongside his two girls.

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Watching the sunrise through their hospital room window, Pope sat with his little girl pressed against his bare chest and thanked god that they had decided on a hospital that allowed fathers to do skin to skin contact with their kids while still at the hospital. He reveled in the feel of her tiny cheek pressed against his chest, right over his heart. The feel of her heartbeat hammering against his skin was addicting and soothing at the same time. He had never known peace like this.

Frankie had been right. Of course he had been, he nearly always was. Holding Lily in his arms somehow made up for Afghanistan, Iraq, Colombia, and every other fuck up in his life. This little thing in his arms that couldn’t function on her own, that wouldn’t be able to for a long time, had already done so much good. It would be months before she could even hold her own head up, but, somehow, she had managed to erase all the red in his ledger, simply by breathing.

Of course, her mother helped. Pope looked over at Bex, asleep in the hospital bed beside him. His warrior queen. She had given him this gift, put her body through unimaginable change and pain for their little family, and she had done it with a smile on her face (most of the time). He would never deserve her, but he was so damn glad that she somehow saw the best in him, that she chose him on a daily basis.

“Remember when I said we have to be good to Mamá?” he whispered, brushing his lips gently over Lily’s dark downy baby hair. “She worked so hard to bring you here. We’re always gonna owe her, mija.”

“Knock, knock,” a soft voice called from the sliding glass door of their private room. Pope looked up and smiled, laughing softly at the sight in front of him.

Benny was weighed down by what looked like seven or eight large stuffed animals, an “It’s a Girl” balloon flying over his head. Will stood next to him, a look of fond exasperation on his face as the balloon gently bonked him on the head, and a bouquet of white lilies in his hand. Frankie, the one who had knocked, was slightly in front of them both, a kind smile pulling at his lips as he took in the small family in front of him.

“Hey fellas,” he whispered, carefully pulling himself to his feet with one hand and nodding to them to come in, eyes never leaving his daughter. “This is Lily.”

“She’s beautiful, man,” Benny whispered, his eyes growing shiny.

“Congratulations, Pope,” Will echoed, gently clasping Pope’s shoulder.

“How’s Momma doing?” Frankie whispered, maneuvering himself to stand just over Pope’s right shoulder so he would have a good view of the sleeping baby girl.

“She’s a warrior, man,” Pope peered over his shoulder at his sleeping girlfriend, and every single one of the hardened soldiers could see the love and awe in their Lieutenant’s eyes. “Fuck, I don’t know how she did it.”

Frankie choked back a laugh. “You’re gonna want to watch that language now, Papá. Little ears and all that.”

“The swear jar will end up paying for her college tuition,” Benny jabbed, jostling with his armload when Will gave him a smack.

“Benny, you can put those on the table over there, man,” Pope told him. “Just be careful not to wake Bex.”

“Too late…” a soft warm voice announced, making Pope’s heart flutter.

“Hey baby,” he sighed happily, turning back and slowly walking over to sit on the edge of her bed. “How’d you sleep?”

“Not long enough,” she laughed as she held her arms out. Pope gently deposited their daughter in her mother’s safe embrace before shaking out his hands. He’d carried loads ten times her size, but something about the position made his wrists ache. “Hey princess,” she cooed, running a soft finger over their daughter’s chubby cheek. “How long was I out?”

“Just over an hour,” he smiled as he leaned down to press a kiss to her forehead before moving to the recliner to put his shirt back on. “Look who’s here.”

“Hey guys,” she smiled tiredly at them. “Forgive me for not getting up to hug you but…” she shrugged as she nodded down at the baby in her arms.

“Congratulations, Momma,” Frankie smiled as he swooped in to give her a kiss on the cheek. “Charlie figured you wouldn’t want to eat a crappy hospital breakfast, so…” he held up the cooler in his hands. “We made a little feast for you, if you’re up for it.”

Rebecca groaned. “Oh my god, tell me your waffles are in there.” At Frankie’s nod, she groaned again. “Ugh, I am so up for it, Frankie. Thank you! Just, uh…” she trailed off as she looked down at her hospital gown clad body. “I think I want to take a shower first if that’s okay?”

Pope swooped in to relieve her of Lily and Frankie helped her stand up.

“You need me? Or do you want me to call a nurse?” Pope asked.

“You stay here with Lily and the guys,” she decided. “I think I can handle it on my own but keep an ear out?” Pope nodded and she smiled as she kissed him on the cheek. “Will, could you pass me my—” Will already had her bag extended to her. She laughed. “Thanks.”

“Milady,” Benny extended an elbow to her and helped her shuffle across the floor to the ensuite bathroom.

She winked as she began to pull the door closed. “See you guys in an hour,” she joked.

“Take your time, baby,” Pope called, quickly adjusting to softly shush Lily as she whimpered.

“Can’t believe you’re a dad now, man,” Benny laughed as he took a seat on the edge of the bed. “Out of all of us, I never would’ve had you down as a family man. I mean, c’mon. The guy who slept with every informant he had now has a daughter? Karma’s gonna bite you on the ass, dude.”

Inwardly, Pope rolled his eyes. Sometimes it was easy to forget how much younger Benny was compared to the rest of them. He hadn’t been anxious to settle down when he was Ben’s age either, but now? He couldn’t imagine what his life would be like without waking up every morning next to Rebecca’s smiling face. And Lily? She was less than six hours hold, and she already had Santiago wrapped around her little finger.

“Things change, Benny,” Will calmly informed his little brother. “Now, what do you say we go get some drinks for everyone? See if we can scrounge up some actual coffee in this place?” Ben shrugged but nodded as Will approached the bathroom door and lightly tapped on it. “Hey Becca? We’re going to get something to drink. Do you want anything?”

“An orange juice would be great, thanks Will!” she called back before the sound of the shower turning on pervaded the room.

As Will guided Benny out of the room, he turned back and shot a wink at Pope, causing him to laugh. They all knew that Ben was a lot to handle, and Will had gotten good over the years at judging when one of his friends were about to pop his little brother one. For all the MMA training and fighting Benny did, he was kind of clueless when it came to the tempers of his friends.

Pope settled down on the edge of the mattress, unable to look away from Lily, even as Frankie sat down next to him.

“I just can’t stop looking at her, man,” he admitted softly.

“Take it all in, hermano,” Frankie grinned. “You’re gonna blink and she’s gonna be off to kindergarten.”

“Malo,” Pope muttered to him under his breath and Frankie laughed. He dragged his eyes away from his sleeping daughter to smile back at his best friend. “You want to hold her?”

Frankie blinked and raised a hand to scratch at the hair under his cap. “You sure?” he double-checked hesitantly.

Pope slowly and carefully placed the sleeping baby in Frankie’s arms. She snuffled for a brief moment before falling back asleep.

“Hola, corazon,” Frankie whispered, stroking a finger over her dark hair. Frankie looked up to meet Pope’s eyes, tears glimmering in both their eyes. “Shit Santi…” he breathed.

“I know…” The two men sat for a long moment in silence, Lily’s quiet breaths and the sound of the shower in the background washing over them. “I…I’m sorry I wasn’t here for you, Frankie,” Pope started quietly.

“Huh?” Frankie didn’t take his eyes off the baby.

“When Mateo was born…I shoulda been here,” Pope scratched at the back of his neck.

Frankie shook his head at Pope. “Bro, stop. You were in Colombia doing what you had to do. And you’re here now.”

Pope sighed. “I don’t think I coulda done this without you, Frankie,” he whispered. “Shit, I might’ve just kept driving that night. I coulda missed all of this. I could’ve missed her.” Pope reached out a finger and slowly stroked Lily’s fist until she opened her hand and weakly grasped his finger.

“You would’ve come back, man. Don’t kid yourself. You don’t leave jobs unfinished,” Frankie said simply because, to him, it was simple. You didn’t follow a man into war zone after war zone without getting to know every facet of their personality. Santiago Garcia never left a man behind, and never left a job undone. It’s why he was Frankie’s best friend. There was so much loyalty, so much trust, between the two of them.

Pope laughed. “Yeah, I guess you’re right. I’ve got the kid, now I’ve just gotta get the girl.”

Frankie watched as Pope dug into his jacket pocket, draped over the side of the recliner, and pulled out a navy-blue plush box. Cracking it open, Pope tilted the box towards Frankie so he could see the square amethyst jewel sitting in a simple gold band.

Gently, Frankie unfolded one arm from underneath Lily and gave Pope a shove before quickly resuming his position.

“When?”

Pope shrugged. “I’ve had this stupid thing for months, man. But I didn’t want to give it to her then because I didn’t want her thinking it was just because she was pregnant. Part of me wants to give it to her now, but I don’t want her thinking it’s just because she just had my kid, you know?”

Frankie nodded sagely. “I get it.”

“Maybe in a couple of months?” Pope asked, looking between the engagement ring and his best friend.

“First date out without the kid could work,” Frankie agreed.

“Maybe Lily could spend some time with her godfather while her Mom and Dad go for dinner or something?” Frankie kept nodding. “Would you like that, Lily?” Pope murmured, leaning over his friend’s shoulder to speak to his little girl. “You want to spend some time with Tío Frankie?”

Frankie’s head shot up. “You mean…?” Pope chuckled, a smile pulling at his lips. “Dude, I was kidding about calling…You don’t have to…”

“Frankie…” Pope clasped his best friend’s shoulder. “There’s no one we trust more than you. Will you be Lily’s godfather?”

Pope watched as Frankie swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he stared down at the little girl in his arms as she began to fuss.

“Shh, corazon…” Frankie soothed, rocking her back and forth as he stood up to pace the room. “Tío Frankie has you.”

Santiago couldn’t help but smile. If someone had told him even five years ago that he would be at a hospital, just a few hours after his daughter was born, planning to propose to the mother of his child with the help of his best friend, retired Second Lieutenant Francisco ‘Catfish’ Morales, who was now a married man with a son and another kid on the way, he would have asked what kind of crack they were snorting and to point him in the direction of their drug dealer.

Guys like them didn’t get the happy endings. They got the beginnings of the fairy tale, the girl and the glory of returning home after war, but after the ‘Happily Ever After’, they got the nightmares and the divorces and the dual mortgages and the child support. They ended up like Tom, so deep in the trenches that they cave in and bury you.

At least, that’s what Pope thought when he signed on for private sector work in Colombia. He wasn’t ready to give up the thrill of the chase, the ‘good work’ he was doing, to face the shitshow that would inevitably be waiting for him at home. When Colombia had ended up being the shitshow, and Yovanna had seen right through him and sent him packing, he thought that was it. The end of his rope, the end of the line.

Moving closer to Frankie had been a godsend. Pope would always credit him with having literally saved his life. Getting to watch how Frankie handled it all, seeing him interact with Charlie and Mateo, standing next to him at the simple courthouse wedding. Frankie was living proof that life went on even when he didn’t have the flag on his shoulder anymore. Proof that ‘Happily Ever After’ didn’t have to fall flat. And, if Pope hadn’t moved close to Frankie, Charlie never would have gotten him the physiotherapy consult at her clinic, and he never would have met Bex. He never would have learned that guys like them could have happy endings, so long as they fought for them with as much vim and vigor that they fought every other battle of their lives with.

“Hey Papá,” Frankie called with a laugh, pulling Pope from his thoughts. He turned to see Frankie holding Lily out to him carefully as she started to cry.

He hurried to cradle his daughter against his chest, quietly humming to her in a feeble attempt to get her to settle. “Shh, baby girl. You’re okay. Papá’s here.”

Bex appeared in the bathroom doorway, her skin dewy from the shower and her hair thrown up out of her face. “I think she might be hungry, babe,” she called over their daughter’s cries. She walked over to get herself settled on the bed, wincing every few steps until she could lie back on the thin mattress, adjusting it so she could sit up.

“I’ll give you three some privacy,” Frankie muttered, clasping Pope’s shoulder in one hand and running his finger over Lily’s clenched fist with the other. “I’ll go see what the Millers found to drink. We’ll be back in a few.”

Pope nodded distractedly as his friend smiled warmly at Bex and left the room, closing the door with a soft click. He gently transferred Lily into her mother’s arms before perching on the edge of the mattress by Bex’s hip. “You want me to call the nurse?”

Bex nodded as she watched Lily nuzzle at her chest. “Yeah, they said they would bring the specialist in the first couple of times to make sure I’m doing this right.”

Pope kissed her temple as she pulled down the side of her baggy T-shirt in preparation of feeding their daughter. “You’re gonna do great, baby,” he whispered into her hair. “Wonder Woman, remember?”

She smiled softly at him as he pressed the Help button. “I love you,” she murmured.

“I love you more,” he replied with a soft look on his face as the nurse entered. It was a playful argument they had on a nearly weekly basis, but this time, Pope knew he had won. Pope knew he would always win at loving her more because, without her, he wouldn’t have any of this. And that filled his heart to bursting.

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“She’s so beautiful, Santi…” Bex whispered as she lovingly stroked her finger up and down their sleeping daughter’s arm.

All the tests had been run. Pope was over the moon to receive the news that both mother and child were healthy and strong. The small group of warriors had gorged themselves on the Morales’ world class waffles, bacon, and fruit salad before Frankie, Benny and Will had dismissed themselves from the hospital, all three promising to come and visit the following week once the new family was more settled. A nurse had come by every few hours to help teach Bex how to breastfeed, and teach Santi how to change a diaper, and teach them both how to swaddle. All things they had practiced in their parenting classes, but Pope appreciated the reminders. Especially since, the second he laid eyes on his baby girl, all the lessons flew out of his brain. Finally, a doctor paid them a visit and told them they would be free to go at the start of visiting hours the next day.

That had been twelve hours ago. Presently, the small family was bathed in the glow of the setting sun that was filtering in from the master bedroom window. Lily was asleep on the bed in between her parents, who were lying on their sides while holding hands above her head.

“She takes after her mother,” he smiled at her, glad to see he could still make her blush just over a year into their relationship.

“I hope she gets your hair,” she whispered back as she released his hand and reached out to card a hand through his short, thick curls. “I love your hair,” she sighed as she clasped his hand again.

“You want her going grey before she’s 40?” he teased. Bex shot him a playful glare. “I hope she gets your eyes.”

“…I hope she’s happy,” Bex breathed, tears pooling in her eyes.

Pope reached out and cradled her cheek in his hand, softly swiping at the falling tears with his thumb. “She will be, baby. Love her hard, show up, give a shit, and let her find her own path, right?” Bex nodded at him but the tears kept streaming. “Hey…” He stood and picked Lily up, carefully transferring her into the bassinet they had put in their room, before sliding back into bed and pulling his teary girlfriend into his arms. She quietly cried into his shoulder as he ran a soothing hand up and down her back. “You okay?” he asked gently as she finally pulled away, the grey cotton of his shirt stained black.

“Sorry,” she murmured contritely as she wiped at her cheeks. “Stupid hormones.”

“You didn’t answer my question, querido,” he observed.

Rebecca tilted her head back on his shoulder to look in his eyes. She gently ran her thumb over the laugh lines that crinkled in the corners of his eyes and sighed softly. “I feel okay, honestly Santi. My hormones are kind of all over the place, and my body feels like I was hit by a truck, but it’s not as bad as I thought it would be.”

Santiago shifted them so he was lying with his head on his pillow and she had her head on his chest. “As someone who has seen a guy after he got hit by a truck, I’d say that sounds pretty bad.”

She shrugged gently. “I mean, I won’t be doing it again for at least a couple of years, and I know I got lucky because some of the stories I read…” she shuddered lightly before meeting his eyes again. “But I feel better than I thought I would. Does that make sense?”

He nodded as she yawned. “Makes perfect sense, baby. Why don’t you try to get some sleep while Lily is down? We need to be up in about two hours to feed her.”

Rebecca smiled at him as she slid onto her own pillow, still facing him. “You really want to get up and watch me feed our daughter?”

“Mi alma,” he sighed, pulling her in to plant a tender, loving kiss on her lips before pulling back, pressing his forehead against hers. “I’ll get up for as many feedings, changes, crying fits that I can. I don’t want to miss a second of this.”

A bright smile pulled at her lips as tears pooled in her eyes again. “Damnit, Santi…” she laughed as she wiped her face with the hem of her shirt.

He pulled as close as he could and tangled their legs together. “I won’t apologize,” he declared, a soft smile on his face. “I love you so damn much, Rebecca. Te amo…te adoro…te quiero…te necesito…” Pope brushed a kiss against her temple, her forehead, her nose, and finally her lips in between each phrase.

Her eyes started to droop as a content grin graced her features. “I love you too, Santiago. More than any word in any language could ever express.”

He watched and listened as her breathing evened out and she drifted off. He couldn’t shake the pride from flowing through his veins as he listened to his two girls breathe in the fading light. He was never supposed to have this, but he would fight tooth and nail for anyone who tried to take it away.

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shorkbrian · 4 years

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INBOX

SO! I know I hoard asks. It’s a bad habit. Reasons?

I like to go look at them when I’m sad because they cheer me up.

I don’t want anyone to get annoyed that my blog is clogged up with asks, it’s a fear of mine that someone will think I'm annoying.

BUTT! My inbox is so cluttered right now, It’s hard for me to find certain requests. I saw someone else do an mass ask answering like this, and I LEARNED that if I tag it, I can look that tag up on my blog!

ALSO PSA you can also comment on my pics or message me to talk!!!!! I will never turn anyone away!!! I love you all!

ANOTHER PSA - if you want to not have to see this in the future, pls block the tag “shorkbrian answers a lot of asks”

Lets get ready to rumble!!!!!!!

These are in no particular order! Know that if you don’t see an ask you sent, it’s because I plan on writing something for it, probably like a lil Drabble cause those are my favorite (can you tell?)

Hello! My pronouns are They/Them or He/Him! I want to like give u a big ole hug for this question, You’re super sweet!

OOP Okay listen I’ve had a couple dreams with very unsavory happenings and each one is awful and so so scary. I hope your dream didn’t make you feel icky or anything dude. I Lub u, stay safe.

I am speechless. This is.... wow man. This is an amazing, positive review of my work and I feel so blessed and honored that you took the time to message me. I LOVE LOVE LOVE reading what people think of my work, and this one made me just like. I am like so blessed dude. Speechless (in the best way possible)

AHHHHH Thank you!!!! Look at those emojis!!!! SO bright and colorful and fun!!!!

As a fellow Hornee person that is dumb, I would like to say...... Why stop at a chefs kiss? are you afraid to kiss me on the mouth, homie? For future reference, I like tongue. (asdaslhjkah sorry I’m stupid but Thank you for these kind words!!!! What nice descriptors man, I’m like wilting under the praise its too much!)

Yes, reader is NOT going to have a fun time. Thanks for reading! I appreciate your support so so so much!!

Hey, listen! Requests are “closed” so I can have time to catch up without getting overwhelmed. If one or two slip in, they won’t get deleted :)

Bro, I recently talked to a friend with a similar experience. I’m so sorry for the things you’ve had to deal with, it sounds awful. The world is big and scary and VERY loud, and you are so amazing for navigating it. Bakugou would give you insane cuddles to help u feel better, remember dat okie?

Maybe! I’m getting around to things babey, it might take a hot second. But I will try!

Thank you! I try babey I try lol. I Lub u by the way thank u for msging me

I accept this wisdom. Thank you for sharing. I pray for a time when I will be able to use it.

You nailed it. I want this on my tombstone pls and thank u.

omg omg thank youuuuuuuu!!!!! Honestly, I think Izuku is still so so so shy, even when it comes to doing stuff with his darling. ugh his poor darling. Ur right tho, no one would ever believe that Izuku was doing bad stuff. But once again!!! Thank YOU for reading and taking the time to send me an ask!!!! Warms my heart

wait wait okay I LOVE LOVE LOVE Kirishima I am his BIGGEST simp and this compliment? SENT ME TO OUTER SPACE. I squealed so hard I got like liftoff and I made it out of the atmosphere. This is the BEST thing EVER Thank you SO much my heart is POURING out love Grimm I would DIE for u no cap

idk? Personally, I hate being touched so I probably would politely be like “Pls dont ahah” but I would hit him with paper airplanes with cute little notes inside.

I wish I wish with all my heart that I could turn into a small person tonight. Like, I'm crying. I am 6′0 and built like a refrigerator aint nobody able to manhandle me... *sobs in big man syndrome* I will continue to feed u tho bc it is a GIANT fantasy of mine to be manhandled and tossed around. lets goooooo

I don’t want to be a religion, can we start a cult? I’ll be the sacrifice.

bonk bonk bonk bonk bonk bonk TOO LATE (Also thank ant the comment abc my humor! Inspires me and tbh enables me)

no U

“hey google?”

“What can I help you with today?”

“Why do I have the SWEEEEEEETEST followers ever? How did this happen? They make me blush I can’t handle it”

I have a SIMP???????? Come off anon u and I are going to talk and then passionately kiss. (not rlly but I do Lub you, thank you for the kind and gentle words)

bonk bonk bonk bonk (Also this was sent to me on a Sunday? I live in America bruv)

Pls don’t I almost peed my pants I was snorting at 2am and trying my hardest not to disturb my cat it was very hard (Repeat I almost PEED my PANST U HEATHEN)

wait stop stop u always give me such amazing comments skid I want to give u a candle made with wax and tears of love. You are so sweet. Pls never hesitate to reach out for a chat I luv u okei

BLACK HEART ANON I’m dedicating everything in my will to u, hope you know that. Okay, but seriously - I get being afraid of people. I don’t think you’re being hypocritical, I think you’re being kind and selfless and reaching out a helping hand to a loser like me. Black heart emojis low-key always make me think of you now and it fills my heart with warmth. Thank you for existing dude,

What have I said about the chefs kiss? Kiss me on the mouth u cowards. Do it.

Also this ask made me SAWFT I want to gibe u like idk a candy heart necklace to show how SOFT and Ugh demonstrate my LUB

I am glad I found YOU!!! Not everyone bothers to comment or interact or send me nice asks. They make my day man. You rock!

YYaaaayyyyaa!!! I’m cool with all the canon characters of BNHA except for Bakubro. I adore his fanon personification, but just how he acts in the show..... that aint it chief. I totally get u

TYSM!!!! Heart heart!! Aizawa has the potential to be so creepy and awful, he’s super interesting to try and write for! I’m glad you like my content, and thank you for telling me such!!!!!!!! LUB U

GRIMMM STAWWWWWWP I’m like on the verge of like melting into a PUDDLE of goopy admiration how the heck do u even know my blog ur so cool and I still can’t believe I can like.... talk to you. Ur rad dude.

BLACK HEARTTTTTTT You are never invading my privacy. Your asks are two that I hold very near and dear to my heart. I reread them over and over and they help when I’m having sucky days. Pls pls pls recognize that you’re an amazing person and you lift up my spirits and you are genuinely awesome. I love u Black Heart

I LOVE Kiri, have I mentioned? He’s my fav. And yes!!! I am VERY open to ideas!!!! Love pretty much everything and anything that comes my way!!! thank u for sending me an ask dude, means a lot :)

Sensitive anon, my dear dear friend if ur reading this know that I adore talking with u and I like hearing about ur day and You are so sweet and you make the world a better place by being in it

WE SIMP...... TOGETHER!!!!

Another beautiful baby that I always see interacting with me!!! I love you so so much and Each time your name pops up in my motifs I get so excited to see what you say!!! I’ve been holding onto this ask FOREVER because the little picture is SO CUTE and it makes me softer than melted butter man.

Okay, we’ve done it lads! I love each and every one of you!!!!!!!

#shorkbrian answers a lot of asks #love all of you #so so so much #you all make my day

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thatonesakudere · 3 years

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(cynet for either or both) ⭐️x2, 👂, 👤 + santiago

@malgatillo

⭐️ (or multiple) for a headcanon about our muses

⭐️ Dancing on your own is cool n' beans but- Dancing with someone else? Now, it's twice the fun! Cynet would 100% try and get Vaas to dance with her (and not just once). Any dance, any moves, any genre — it doesn't matter, as long as they be grooving 🕺 She'll likely try her luck whenever there's some time to spare and music to dance, AND when Vaas is in a good mood; especially if he's tipsy. Or she is 🤭 Though, to be fair, if Cyn's tipsy, then nobody (even Santiago) is safe from her "dancing advances".

⭐️ Listen; that baby loves to sew and makes stuff for others. And the mo-ment Cyn learns that Santiago likes spiders and has any spare fabric on her hands you KNOW, she gonna make him like... A spider related shirt, or bandana or whatever. Sew on a lil' spider or a spider's web (she's not the best at embroidery — not enough patience — but she can embroider very simple things). Vaas is gonna get something with (*cough*edgy*cough*) a skull or a knife 🤣 Don't want him to feel left out.

⭐️ Also, in general she'd... Try to help out at the compound? Her brain would go like "oo, they let me stay, so I can't leech off of them!". Watch her haul crates n' fix random stuff that needs fixing (her field of expertise might be cars, but she's good at tinkering/handiwork in general). But please, for everyone's sake never let her inside a kitchen.

👂 to overhear my muse talking about yours.

👂 [Santiago] 👂

"No, no, no-! Ah, no, you are goin' the wrong way! Just.. The other one, up on that leaf-- Don't get me wrong Mr Spider, I ain't squashin you but I don't think I'm ready to put chu on my hand either.”

"..."

“Gosh, I wish Santiago was here! He'd pick you up no-problem, put you somewhere safe, give you a fat fly for a breakfast- Everyone says he's like mean 'n gruff-looking, and yeah, I guess so? He do be big as a mountain n’ always looks like he just ate a lemon buuuuut- I dunno. I don't really... Notice it? Like, I've seen him help a few of your 8-legged friends before! Or just look at them with admiration. And... A guy like that can't be that bad, right?"

"..."

"Right! Hmm.. Maybe I should go find him--? He'll totes know what to do with you~!"

👂 [Vaas] 👂

"Loves me, loves me not, loves me, loves me not- Aw, it's like the third "not"! Those flowers are busted! Well, I mean I know this probs ain't no big romance, but he must at least like me, no?"

"..."

"Yeah, yeah, I know, I know, I get crushes like suuuuper easily, and I don't even know his name, but it's not my fault he's Just.My.Type‐-! Purr-fectly fun to talk to AND to look at? What are the chances! Strong too, and tall, and a total bad-boy, and ohhh-! Those smoochable lips.. Piercing blue eyes~ Like the ocean. Ugh, I SOOO adore swimmimg!"

"Ribbit."

"Yeah, I bet you do too, Mr Froggie! Aww, you are such s god listener; lemme pet you~! ...Wait. Maybe I shouldn't-? What if you are poisonous??? Mmmmm--- Oh, I know-! Ribbit twice if you are poisonous!"

👤+ a muse name for my muse’s opinion on that muse

"You know Santiago, you kinda remind me of my pa- But like, not in a weird way-! He's just.. On the quieter side too, and a lot of people find him intimidating, aaaaand he likes animals and you like spiders-- I think he's taller though. Not that you aren't! He's just... Even more tall! Sometimes bonks his head on the lamp in my RV." she chuckles at the memory.

"But you win in the scary department, that's for sure! I don't think pa Nick has ever made a face quite as grumpy as you sometimes do~!"

#malgatillo #[♡Cynet♡]#[♡ask♡]#[♡au: fc3♡]#//Cyn be like 'aight imma go talk with inanimate objct/an animal now' (:#//and we love her for that!#//i wasnt sure how many hcs to write so have 3 coz i like the number 3

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stroni-bomb · 6 years

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oooh could you do a jealous wer!mark? or a jealous wer!jeno where you’re their mate and they smell a vampire on you? please and thank you uwu

Tame That Jealousy

Ooh, I have an idea in mind 🤔✨ Managed to kill two birds with one stone here♡

Also please understand that a little jealousy is fine but it can quickly lead to possessiveness. That immediately turns the relationship into a toxic one. So pay attention to how things end here, it's not too lovey dovey, but it ends well.

— Rose Thorn

•••

It wasn't your fault that you seemed to attract anyone who so much as glanced your way. You couldn't help it, you were born this way. That's what being half Siren mean't.

Some classmate was throwing a party at his house, and for once you decided to actually accept the invite since this was senior year. You could attend at least one party before graduating.

"Careful _____," your friend, Chaewon, teased as you began looking for an outfit to wear. "Jeno will have to hide you away if you show up looking like a goddess."

You shot her a look. "I am a goddess," you confirmed with a smirk and pulled out a black halter camisole, then paired it with light pink summer shorts and nude heels (you were bringing flats with you for when your feet decided to die).

Chaewon had a point though, both of you had met at school, then you headed over to her house for a school project and surprise surprise, you were Jeno's mate. Convienently she was Mark's mate. Sophomore year was full of surprises as your life had momentarily been flipped upside down. But two years later, after getting used to every weird supernatural situation, the wers, the pack house, etc. everything seemed normal once more. However being soulmates with wolves, despite all the pros, came with a few cons, and that was their instinct to overprotect you, and even get slightly possessive.

Hence Chaewon's comment that you decided to completely disregard. Because no matter how upset Jeno would get, you weren't gonna let him ruin your fun. She had it easier anyway, her mate wasn't as overprotective as Jeno.

Once you two finished your makeup, tamed your hair, and grabbed your jackets, Chaewon offered to drive so you hopped into the passenger's seat. "Who's party is this again?" you asked as she began backing out.

"Uh, I don't know, but apparantly he's from the basketball team so he's safe."

—

When you arrived, outside of the house was pretty quiet, but once you rang the doorbell and someone let you in, the music was loud enpugh you had to yell for Chaewon to hear you. You could feel both boys and girls staring at you in awe, and you rolled your eyes. Being half siren was nice at times, but you were an introvert and knew you'd last about three hours before wanting to go home.

The host lead you to the room where everyone threw their coats, then left you two to fend for yourselves. You both went back out atop the staircase and looked around. "Have you seen them yet?" you asked, right as the door opened to reveal Mark in a solid red sweatshirt and Jeno donning the plaid button down you loved so much.

Chaewon shared a look with you before tugging you towards where the drinks were. "Remember I'm the designated driver, so I can't drink, but feel free to get wasted."

You nodded and poured yourself a drink, before some guy bonked into you, collapsing over your back, hands becoming grabby, and you spilled all over the table with a gasp. "Sorry — wow you smell good," he complimented before going off somewhere else.

"Dammit," you dismissed the guy and rushed away to grab some paper towels. You were directed to the kitchen where you found a few other couples making out and opened the cabinet right as someone grabbed your waist and nuzzled your neck. "Glad you could come," you teased, and turned around to face him, paper towels in hand.

But he was scowling, and you realized he was acting affectionate for some other particular reason. "Vampire," he mumbled, the cross look on his face said it all.

"Jeno, hey, whoever it was didn't hurt me," you assured and leaned against the cabinet, enjoying the warmth coming off him. "Why do you look so upset?"

His cool demeanor crumbled and went back to burying his nose in the crook of your neck. "He covered my scent up with his own," he said. "You should smell like me more."

Oh dear, here we go again, you thought, and frantically looked around to catch Chaewon's eye. She and Mark were snuggled up, leaning against the wall in the other room. When she caught your gaze you pointed upstairs and she rolled her eyes, then turned and whispered something to her mate, who nodded in understanding. "Come on," you told Jeno, who had begun peppering kisses up and down your neck. "Let's find a bathroom."

Thankfully nobody else was in there and right as you locked the door he pounced, molding his lips with yours with bruising force and pressing you against the tiled wall. "You jealous puppy," you giggled, only to rile him up more and he slipped a knee between your legs. As usual, he was not one to voice his emotions.

By the time you finished sucking face, both your lips were swollen, hair messy, and clothes slightly askew. After fixing each other up to look more presentable, you both joined up with Chaewon and Mark, who with his sharp wolf nose wrinkled slightly. "Gee Jeno, could you make it any more obvious? Anyone within a mile radious would know she's yours."

Seeing the look of content on Jeno's face, you pressed a palm against his chest. "Tame that jealousy," you gently reprimanded. "It doesn't look good on you, or anyone for that matter." You pressed a chaste kiss against his swollen lips before tugging at Chaewon's hand. "I need some air, there are too many people inside," you said.

Mark promised he and Jeno would meet up with you later, and it wasn't until you noticed the flush in her cheeks did you smile as you pushed open the door. "Mark too, eh?"

She blushed. "They're furry asses," she tsked and you couldn't help but laugh aloud.

#lee jeno #jeno #nct dream #nct #nct dream scenarios #nct scenarios #jeno scenarios #lee jeno scenarios

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writer-and-artist27 · 5 years

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Gift-Giving

Even if it is March now, I wanted to put out this idea for a while. Even if Valentine’s Day is long past. A good stress cry gave me this idea. Plus some words @owlsofstarlight shared with me in one chat that I couldn’t help but remember fondly.

I recommend you listen to Mirror Mirror Part 2 from RWBY (instrumental version included) for this, if not for the meaning in the lyrics matching Tomoko’s inner thoughts, then to reclaim the song for its more positive intentions from the now discontinued Danganronpa crossover. Using the instrumental as a theme for the angsty prologue was alright, I just wanted to give the song proper justice. :) An alternative song is You Can’t Stop this Beat for real upbeat stuff, because Lang sent me this AMV and I loved the song.

Enjoy~

“Eh—” Obito’s eyes had gone as wide as saucers. “Tomo-chan?!” His hands were visibly shaking as he slowly reached out towards me. “Is this—”

“Um, I hope you’re not going to turn down chocolate?” was my intelligent response, before my heart caught up. “Because it has your name on it and I don’t want it to melt in the sun before you get to eat it...” I still offered the gift box in his direction. “It is for you, Obi—”

“FUCK, TOMO-CHAN, YOU’RE AMAZING!” was Obito’s loud cheer, and even when my feet weren’t on the ground anymore and people were staring at the scene we were making because they were, I did my best to return the sudden tackle-carry hug. “I-It’s really okay!? Like, like, it’s really okay to take this?!” His eyes were sparkling even behind his goggles as he kept me up in the air.

I gripped the box a little tighter to lightly bonk him on the head with it while hugging back. Spiky black hair included. The dork. The Uchiha Clan didn’t deserve him at all. “I wouldn’t have made it for you if I didn’t want to give it to you, Obi, what are you talking about?” I politely left out the tears budding at the corners of his eyes. “You’re my friend, so a bit of chocolate every year is the least I can do for you, can’t I?”

Obito smiled brighter, putting me down before pulling me into a tighter hug. “Thank you, Tomo-chan...!” A few wet drops landed on the shoulder of my dress, and I ignored it in favor of brushing through his messy hair. “Thank you! I’ll take it!” He was laughing. “What will Bakashi say to this...?”

Oh, Obito.

Ricchan was next on my Receiving List, and thankfully, finding her was just as easy as finding the Uchiha infatuated with her. As expected, she was working in the hospital, with Yamaguchi-sensei around somewhere, as always.

“Ricchaaaaan!”

“Tomo-chan?” She looked up from her work at the newest clipboard, bags clearly visible under her eyes. I did my best to slow down my run so I wouldn’t accidentally barrel into her from the happy juice, but still went over to hug her regardless. “Hello there,” she said, a bit more pleasant and awake this time as she hugged back. “What are you doing, Tomo-chan?”

“I got something for you!”

“For me?”

I fumbled with my picnic basket before pulling out the gift bag. It was the nicest I could find in the art store, along with the lollipop sticks, so the candy white cake pops stood out quite nicely within the lavender silk packaging. “Ahem!” I stood to attention with a mock salute while offering the bag to her. “Annual Sweets Package, Special Delivery for Nohara Rin-chan!”

My medic friend was already flushing a light pink. “F-For me?”

My grin was already stretching my cheeks from how big it was. Nearby cigarette smoke be damned, I had a task and currently so close to finishing it! “For you, who else?” The thought occurred to me. “It has vanilla cake and frosting all in one package? With white chocolate, if you’re okay with that—“

I probably should’ve expected Ricchan tackling me in a hug too. Oh well.

“...”

“Kashi.”

“.....”

“Kashi, say something, will you?”

My housemate was giving me an unimpressed stare regardless of what I was actually doing, glancing between the bundle in my hands and my face. His gaze was both searching and curious in spite of the nonverbal exasperation. “What is this?”

“A friendship gift.”

Kakashi was frowning. “For what occasion?” He paused before adding, “Tomoko, you know I don’t like sweets.”

“One, I just wanted to, and two, I know, so I did a twist!” I offered him the blue baggie anyways, trying not to roll my eyes. “It’s specially-made dog food. Call them ‘Scooby Snacks’ if you want.”

“...Why?”

“Because both your ninken and you can eat them. Last part is only if you wanna. It’s safe enough for both parties to consume. I used the softest caramels that won’t break teeth and peanut butter.” I raised a finger before Kakashi could interrupt, adding, “And I asked Sakumo-jichan and Fuse-san before making these. These snacks should be okay. So, for the love of all that is friendship worthy, just take these and don’t question it, Kakashi!”

My housemate was raising an eyebrow at me, but still gingerly took the package from my hands. “Thanks,” he said dryly.

The small spark in his eyes past his mask was good enough.

Deaaaaaar.

Hmmmmm?

Dear, you shouldn’t be lying down on the floor...

Tired.

After all those deliveries? My Nobody scoffed. Why wouldn’t you be? You silly charge of mine.

I still pushed the prepared mental image of a decadent chocolate cake towards her anyways. I love you too, Hisako.

Ohmigod, you sweetheart. I take all my complaints back!

Hehe.

“Tomo-chan?”

An accompanying dinosaur roar from the direction of the kitchen window. “To-To, why are you playing Sloth?”

“Can’t move...” a hum left my lips anyways, in spite of my apparent slurring. “Enough about meeeeeee. Gifts on the tableeeeee...”

The sound of footsteps quickly ensued, and a hand poked my cheek as a confused dino-like noise followed. I tried not to bat at Kei’s arm and waited. “What’s the occasion—Mochi!” A happy roar accentuated the statement. “Mochi, mochi, mochi!” With lots of hand flapping too.

Even without raising my head, I could tell Otoha was happy.

“Mission accomplished... Now, lemme sleeeeeeep.”

Hands were already moving me away from the abode that was my place on the tile floor, and Kei was chuckling. “No way are you making friends with the bedbugs you’re not.” It took an extra second for my mind to make the connection that she was hugging me, and even with her ninja blues and mesh on, she was still warm. “Thanks, Tomo.”

Another hand was reaching over, and my vision cleared in time for me to note Otoha’s ungloved hand grasping mine, the happiest smile on their face. What sounded like a small cat purr followed the gesture, and they squeezed my hand. “I love you, y’know that, Tomo?”

I smiled. The day turned out great after all. “Love you too, Kuroha-san... Kei...” My eyes drooped closed before I could stop them. “Happy Friendship Day...”

A small scoff sounded above my hair as the hug turned into a sudden carry session all over again. “Yeah, right,” Kei muttered, and the footsteps were telling enough. She was carrying me around again, like when we were kids. “More like ‘Happy Valentine’s Day,’ Tomo, you goofball.”

“Valentines, Friendship, it works...”

A disbelieving and jubilant velociraptor cry was one response. “To-To, you forgot to take care of yourself.”

I didn’t open my eyes. “Did you both at least like the gifts...?”

This time, the response I got was a soft bonk to the top of my head. “Yep. Now sleeeeeeep.”

I didn’t need to be told twice. For once, it was enough. It felt like I could change things for the better after all.

#silent feathers #keisuke gekko #hoshino tomoko #otoha kuroki #uchiha obito #hatake kakashi #nohara rin #writing #long post #hisako

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trifoliate-undergrowth · 7 years

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Crisco 129: Dystopian Sansby Dream AU-pt 3

Grillbz was lying on his bed, shirt open at the collar, tie and sleeve garters off. His worry about the fact that he’d ~RUINED EVERYTHING~ had, over the past several hours, morphed into worry about Sans’ continued absence. He should have been back by now.

It was unlikely, he reminded himself yet again, that Sans had run into trouble with the guards. Most of them knew him, and he knew not to do anything stupid, anyway. Probably. Unless he were really tired and just had a moment. He wasn’t very physically strong even by skeleton standards and he spent an abnormally large amount of his free time sleeping. But as far as Grillbz was aware he’d never fallen asleep on his feet. And he’d seemed pretty alert when he left. So he was probably fine. Maybe he’d met a friend. That was unlikely, but still. Maybe he’d be spending the night somewhere else? Grillbz carefully did not panic. Even if he was it was probably innocuous. He wasn’t Sans’ babysitter, Sans didn’t need to tell him everything he did. (But it would have been considerate.) Fuck. That was how it started, though. Your friends just didn’t show up, and you had to ask around to find out they’d been arrested. They might show up again months later or not at all. Sans would be fine. He hadn’t done anything. He was just trying to live. Grillbz was just trying to live. They weren’t pissing off anybody. Honestly, if either of them were arrested it should be Grillbz, but he sincerely doubted that the Confederation cared about a few eggs here and there if you didn’t brag about it, they had bigger fish to catch. Sans would be fine. He didn’t even have any magic, at least not any more than the usual life force that belonged to all monsters. Or if he did, he was smart enough to keep it hidden, even from Grillbz, so he doubted that he’d be arrested for ‘misuse’ of magic. Unless he’d strayed too near the fence. The guards had been known to fire without warning at night. But that would be stupid and not something Sans would do. Right? Right. Grillbz realized that his entire body was tensed and made himself relax. Here’s a thought: he’s avoiding you after that awful ridiculous out-of-the-blue kiss earlier. Shit that was probably it. Yep. OK he could deal with that. That was probably definitely it. …But what if he’d tried to take a shortcut and gotten lost? Somehow. …Again, he’d be fine, he was a skeleton, he could take extremes of temperature pretty well. He wouldn’t be quite comfortable out in the cutting wind but he could take it. How cold was it out there? Not cold enough to kill a skeleton, stop worrying. He’d get home eventually. What if he just. Died. Somehow. And nobody (or nobody who would talk) saw it and his dust blended in with the snow and Grillbz never figured out what had happened. He should just go to sleep. There wasn’t much he could do really. Unless he went out and looked for him. …Well, he wasn’t going to sleep. He’d give it another half hour. He started planning the route he’d take and what he’d say if anyone stopped him.

Several minutes later there was a soft sound. Deep in thought, he almost didn’t notice it. Once it registered he turned to look. Across the hall, the door to Sans’ room was half-open. He sighed. There, I knew I was overreacting.

…he wanted to check on him.

“Sans?” He knocked on the door, which opened further under the pressure. Sans turned quickly, eyelights dim. He was in his shirt and socks and there was a dirty scrape across his jaw. Grillbz’ emotions swung in a complete circle in the span of a second. Relief: good, he’s back and safe. Concern: “What happened?” Sans blinked. “Huh?” “You’ve got something there.” Sans touched his jaw and winced, then smiled and shrugged. “Heh, oh yeah. I tripped.” “Bullshit. Are you OK?” “Yeah, I’m fine. I really did trip. Uh, and there was a bonfire, s’that’s why I’m late.” “Oh.” Grillbz whooshed out a breath of hot air. “Anyone we know?” “Nah. I wasn’t allowed to leave anyway.” Grillbz nodded and looked at the floor. “…” This is why he should have memorized a speech. Why couldn’t he think of anything? “Ah. S..sorry for… barging in.” He looked up and found Sans moving towards him with an oddly intent expression. He watched him in confusion, then instinctively started to move back, out of his way. Sans bumped into him and wrapped his arms around his waist. Grillbz made a faint sputtering sound. Then pulled Sans closer by the shoulders and rested a hand on his head. Sans nuzzled into his shirt. “Heya.” Grillbz rubbed his shoulders. “….Hey. So, ah. I take it you’re not… upset about… earlier?” Sans tilted his head back to look at him, then beckoned with one finger. “Lean down here for a sec.” Grillbz leaned down so their heads were close to the same level. Sans stood grinning at him. Grillbz waited. “..Um.” Sans’ left eye glinted with sudden color, then he grabbed Grillbz’ collar and pulled him down into a kiss. Grillbz flickered, then kissed him back, cupping a hand behind his skull. He tasted Sans’ magic. “Woah,” breathed Sans, pulling back. Grillbz opened his eyes and found the room several shades brighter: he guessed that he’d flushed almost white, but he was too distracted to check. “Woah,” he echoed, tracing Sans’ cheekbone with his thumb. “You should see your eye.” It was shimmering in pulses between cerulean and sunflower yellow, back and forth. “You should see your face. Wait, what’s my eye doing?” “It’s glowing colors.” “Heh, really. Didn’t know I could still do that.” “… Can I pick you up?” Sans stuck his arms up. “Sure.” Grillbz lifted him into his arms and stood up. Sans weighed very little and it was much more comfortable than crouching. “That’s better,” Grillbz said, reaching for his glasses, which had been knocked askew. He took them off and rubbed his eyes. When he opened them Sans was staring at the dulled flicker. “….?” “Pretty,” said Sans, almost shyly. Grillbz chuckled. “You’ve seen my eyes before, Sans.” “Only in glimpses. Why’re they so hard to see when you’re wearing glasses?” “Oh, did I never tell you?” he folded the glasses and gave them to Sans. “They focus light coming from the outside, and scatter light from the inside. Your father designed them.” “Really?” Sans put them on. Everything turned into oversaturated blurs. “GAH! Ah. I think you’re hot enough without the glasses, take ‘em back.” “Hm.” “Heh… you’re smiling.” “Is that unusual?” “I dunno. Seems like you’ve been doing it a lot more than usual lately.” “Maybe I have. Haha… I was, I was going to tell you with some grand romantic gesture but I didn’t have any ideas.” “And so you decided to be extremely obvious?” “I don’t know Sans, not everything I do makes sense. It was a snap decision. And then I regretted it.” “Whyyyy?” “Uh, you didn’t react. I.. I thought I’d messed up.” “You ran away, I didn’t have time to react.” “…True.” Sans bonked him where his nose would be if he had one. “You can be very confusing, you know that?” “Sorry.” Grillbz chuckled lightly. “I’m working on it.” he looked at Sans, and Sans stared back, eyelights sharp and alert, like stars. “What?” “….What are you?” “…?” it took a moment for Grillbz to understand what he was asking. “I’m an elemental, Sans. Isn’t it obvious?” “I thought they were all gone.” “Oh, you believed that propaganda? Really Sans, I thought better of you.” Sans looked… awestruck? Probably because he was half blind… He fumbled his glasses back on. He wasn’t wrong. Grillbz felt himself flushing white again. “Well perhaps you’re not far wrong. My connection to the elements has…” he didn’t want to talk about that. But now Sans was looking quizzically at him. “I can’t see as well as I used to. I used to be able to see the light innate in objects. Did you know that you’re made of light, Sans?” he took his glasses off and focused his eyes with an effort, trying to see the secondary colors in the blur in front of him. Nothing. Only darkness. He gave up, retreating into a dim haze. “I can’t see it, but I know it’s there.” He blinked a few times to reset his vision. Sans was still giving him that wide-eyed look, and seemed to be lost for words. That was new. “…Oh,” he said, “I almost forgot why I meant to talk with you in the first place.” “To confess your deep and undying love for me?” “That too. One of the officers thinks he saw Papyrus.” Sans sat up a little straighter and his face became serious. “Where?” “At a training center.” “….Huh.” “He could be wrong. Even if he saw a tall skeleton, as he said, it might not have been Papyrus.” “How many other tall skeletons do you know?” “I know there are a few around.” “Huh.” “But it’s encouraging. I’d started to wonder if he was still alive.” “Yeah…” Sans pressed his face into Grillbz’ shirt, and Grillbz held him a little tighter.

--Yeah I think one day is quite long enough for miscommunication-induced drama to continue. I tend to dislike that kinda thing but it just worked here because these two are. Just. Such. Dorks. It was going to happen.

Another pic I found on my late-night fanart rampage which probably influenced this somewhat, at least the glasses bit: firebro and voidbro. By @lilianriekeart . Of course I headcanon that they’re weird magical glasses.

Also I wonder what happened to the Gribbles. We’ll probably never know~ but it was probs real bad~ oh, what he was going to say and didn’t was that his connection to the elements has been severed, which screwed up all the rest of his magic pretty badly.--

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#sansby fic #sansby #undertale au #dystopian fic #sfw with some swearing

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impageddon · 7 years

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Another Hit on the Head (Evil Plants AU fanfic)

After being a long while out of Tumblr, I finished this lil trash that I call a fanfiction.

Couldn’t think of a better title ;-;

My English is just intermediary (and this is my first fanfic in English) so yeah, don’t expect too much from it

PvZH belongs to Popcap, Evil Plants AU belongs to @lissandre-art-blog (hope you don’t get too disappointed on me, friend)

Special thanks to @irl-chomper for being so supportive =‘) Hope you don’t get disappointed too

It wasn't a beautiful evening. Because of the huge dark clouds, anyone looking at the sky would think it was late night. It could start raining at any moment, and the thunders could, occasionally, be heard from afar.

Most of people decided to stay home, not only because of the unfriendly weather, but also because Suburbia is filled with threats now. A bonk choy, walking along the street, humming a happy tune and jumping of joy… He is known as Grass Knuckles, and yes, he is one of those threats.

Why so happy? Ah, just because he got more “trophies” after beating some guys. He kept humming, without any worries about the weather, walking towards his abandoned factory…

…Actually, it's a Z-Tech factory, but he says he owns it, just like all the stuff he stole from his victims.

He got even more excited after hearing footsteps, imagining that it was another person dumb enough to try to defeat him. However, after turning around, he found out that the street was empty.

- Who's there?

No response, just the sound of the wind. He kept walking, trying to convince himself that it was just an impression. Yeah, he probably just heard the sound of his landing after a jump.

As he kept his way, no longer humming and jumping, but still in a happy mood, he started to feel that someone was watching him. But who? The streets were empty! He started paying atention to the houses, trying to find the source of this weird feeling. Some people were looking at the scenery through the window, but the first sight of the green villain was enough to make all of them close the curtains.

After some more insecure walking, he finaly reached the spot he wanted. However, he didn't get rid of that feeling. If someone was really watching him, that person would discover his safe place.

- Who's there? Stop being such a coward and face me!

Again, there was no response; just a thunder in the background. Without alternatives, he stepped on the sidewalk and started running, making his way through the buildings, hoping to mislead his supposed follower before reaching the fence.

Finally, he climbed the fence and went to his factory.

- What was that?! - He wondered after closing the door. - It… It was just an impression, right? Yeah! Nothing serious! Well, you've had a long day, Grass Knuckles! You deserve some rest.

He smiled at his new spoils beforing adding them to a pile of things, and then decided to drink some water and, well, rest.

However, he couldn't rest for too long.

After some minutes, when he was about to take a nap, someone knocked on the door, scaring him. Nobody was supposed to know!

- WHAT??!! - He took a deep breath after shouting. - Who… Who is there?

- Theodore! - The visitor giggled after replying. The voice was familiar to Grass Knuckles, but he couldn't recognize it. Actually, he didn't remember anyone whose name was Theodore.

- Theodore? Theodore who?

- Theodore isn't open so I had to knock.

He screamed of anger after realizing he fell into a knock knock joke. The joker, however, couldn't stop laughing. That laughter was so unmistakable that Grass Knuckles couldn't even believe it.

“What… What is he doing here?!” He thought.

The plant villain answered the door, finding a zombie… A very famous imp… In front of him, that got defensive right after.

- Grass Knuckles! I challenge you! - Impfinity said, jolly, like if that was some kind of game.

Those words filled the bonk choy with adrenaline. The perfect opportunity to destroy the multiplying pest!

However, when he was about to start the battle, something made him stop.

- Sorry… I won't fight an imp.

- Wait… What?! - The imp couldn't avoid making a frustrated face.

- Yeah, I refuse to fight you.

- WHY?!

- Don't you realize that a single strong punch might be enough to break all your bones? Too weak! Not my level.

- Says the guy who fights civilians.

- They're not as fragile as you. But hey, you should be happy! I'm sparing you!

Impfinity was furious, but suddenly, a smile and an idea.

- Alright then, I'll just come back to the headquarters and tell Zomboss your hiding spot. He'll probably send someone else to fight you. - He turned around, but couldn't even start walking. Grass Knuckles grabbed him by the arms, trying to make sure he wouldn't press the button on his belt.

- You're not going anywhere! - He said, pushing the zombie hero to the factory and holding his arms again right after. Impfinity tried to break free, but Grass Knuckles was stronger.

The plant closed the door.

- WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! KIDNAPPING ME?!

- I can't fight you because it would be unfair, but you'll expose me if I let you go. That's the only option left! - The imp froze. - Aw, this expression of fear is so cute and satisfying!

The zombie quickly kicked the bonk choy, trying to find another way to break free, but it didn't work. Grass Knuckles was too tough. Maybe a bite would be a good solution? He's a vegetable after all, right? Impfinity stepped back in order to get closer.

The plant villain tried to avoid the high-pitched scream, but couldn't. That pest had just biten his leaf! That hurts! He accidentally released the imp, that activated his belt right after.

A flashing light, and then, two identical imps in the room.

Grass Knuckles stared at them. Both were in a fighting position, clearly calling the plant for a fight.

But there was something wrong.

Impfinity wouldn't come face to face with Grass Knuckles alone, and would clone himself a hundred times at the first chance, and not only once.

- Should have accepted my challenge when there was just one of me! - One of the imps said before giggling.

- Alright. - Grass Knuckles decided to play along after seeing a blue thing through the window that allowed him to have an idea of what Impfinity's plan was. - I really don't want to fight, but if you insist… Just don't cry when I break you.

“He thinks he can deceive me… Foolish.”

Yay! - The Impfinities celebrated before separating, one going to the right and the other to the left, but both heading towards Grass Knuckles. The plant tried to keep an eye on both of them, and as soon as one jumped, he punched him.

The imp hit against the villain's pile of trophies, and at the same moment, Grass Knuckles felt something hitting his “head” pretty hard from behind.

He attacked the other imp, that had just jumped on him and kicked his head, but this one wasn't taking it easy. He used the bonk choy's leafy arm as a support to jump over him, grabbing and pulling his “hair” before landing.

Even with the pain, Grass Knuckles could turn around brutally, throwing the imp, that hit against the wall.

He looked at the window after remembering that there was something there. It was just the time to realize that the other Impfinity was about to jump on him. His first reaction was a simple push, just enough for him to don't get hurt.

He was about to try landing a punch when, again, the other imp jumped on him from the behind. Fortunately (for Grass Knuckles), there was no kick this time. The zombie just decided to stay on his head to annoy him and hamper his movements.

The bonk choy simply grabbed him by the arms and slammed him against the floor. He wasn't great, so that was enough to make him poof.

The imp left couldn't avoid gasping.

“A clone, like I expected.” Grass Knuckles thought. Impfinity doesn't poof when badly hurt, but his clones do. “Now it's time to check the other one…”

The zombie hero jumped and landed near the window, trying to get some distance, and then pressed the button on his belt.

The plant villain ran towards him.

A flashing light. Grass Knuckles decided to give his theory a try and looked at the window. He was right. Another Impfinity jumped through it and, prepared, the bonk choy grabbed him by the feet before the landing and used him to hit the other, that poofed. Then he slammed this newcomer imp against the floor twice, making him poof as well.

“Yes!”

The plant villain decided to go outside. There, he found exactly what he expected to find: a tower of Impfinities near the window.

- Ops… - One of them said.

- Dismantle! Dismantle! - The orders could be heard, probably from the original Impfinity.

The imps on the top started to jump, in a sequence, trying to dismantle the tower. Grass Knuckles ran towards it, hitting the ones on the bottom, destabilizing the tower.

- Strike!

The ones that couldn't jump fell. Some poofed after hitting the ground, some didn't, and a small amount could use their acrobatic abilities to land safely.

Grass Knuckles decided to take advantage of this lack of stability. He grabbed one of the imps that was trying to get up after a very high fall and tried to throw him at one of the unhurt imps. Fortunately, he dodged, and then hit the button on his belt several times.

Some kind of electricity came from the “bulb” on his head, and new Impfinities appeared.

- Original! I was looking for you! - Grass Knuckles said, laughing, after realizing he almost hit the real Impfinity.

- I know! - Impfinity smiled.

- This is your last chance: I don't want to fight you! Surrender! - The plant lied. He really wanted to beat Impfinity, but even with all that cheating, he still felt that that fight was too much for an imp.

- Oh, don't worry! You won't fight just me. You will fight me, me, me, the other me, and me, and some more “mes”!

- I would even say this is unfair if you weren't so weak…

They stared at each other for a while. Suddenly, Grass Knuckles felt another kick on his head.

- Hey! - He turned around, finding a bunch of clones, that jumped on him right after. One pulled the hair, other touched the eye, other bited… It was chaos.

- Come on, guys! Let's get the jump! - He heard Impfinity while trying to break free.

Okay, maybe fighting a multiplying imp wasn't a very good idea.

He grabbed one of the clones that were on him and used it to hurt the others, making them poof, since they had already fallen from a tower. Then, he threw this same clone at the Impfinities that were heading towards him. Many jumped to dodge, but most of them got hit and fell down; the one that was thrown poofed.

Again, the clones reunited to get the jump on him. He could punch some of them, and they instantly poofed.

All the tension was starting to make Grass Knuckles lose control.

The ones he couldn't punch divided roles. Some tried to grab his arms to make him unable to attack, some kept pulling his hair. He could see one of the Impfinities run towards him and jump on him, kicking his head… Once more.

Grass Knuckles's headache got even worse, and everyone started to get the jump on him. He slowly started to feel unable to move because of all those imps.

The villain screamed and used his strength to break free. Many imps were thrown. He grabbed one by the feet and, again, used it to hit the others.

All these were poofed, except for one, that was protected by some of the others.

After that, the plant could see more Impfinities trying to get the jump on him.

“NOT AGAIN!”

He did his best and punched all the clones he could punch. Some surprised him, but he grabbed these ones and threw at the others. All of them were poofing.

The original Impfinity was in the middle of the battle, of course. He doesn't like to make his clones fight while he just watches, he wants to fight as well. With the help of his clones, he could stay safe, but all of the clones were dying.

The plan was “put pressure and make Grass Knuckles tired”. He thought that it would help, but that didn't seem to be a good strategy anymore. Grass Knuckles was only getting angrier and angrier. That was turning him into a fighting machine, and changing the plan wasn't an option at the moment.

The clones were dying, and he had to make more.

The zombie hero decided to run from the fight to be safe. There, he could start hitting his belt, making more identical imps. Grass Knuckles, however, saw the electricity and tried to throw a clone at it, hoping to hit the real Impfinity, that quickly dodged and watched the poof.

“I won't get rid of this problem if I don't focus the original.” The villain thought.

Impfinity turned around and found Grass Knuckles running towards him. The plant tried to punch the imp, that was faster and used the bonk choy's arm as a support to jump over him.

The villain, unsatisfied, headed towards Impfinity again, that looked at the fence and saw an oportunity. He started to run in the direction of the fence, followed by Grass Knuckles. The imp was faster, and still cloned himself, trying to slow the plant down.

Finnaly, Impfinity jumped and landed on the other side of the fence. Grass Knuckles started climbing it as the zombie decided to run and find a safe place.

- You can't run from me, Impfinity! - The bonk choy said. Meanwhile, behind a house, the imp took a deep breath and started cloning.

- We're gonna try getting the jump on Grass Knuckles when he shows up, like a surprise party. - He whispered.

The plant, however, saw the unmistakable electricity that comes from Impfinity when he clones himself and got ready.

At the moment he showed up, the Impfinities jumped on him, but he could, again, grab one and use it against the others. The original jumped off before getting hurt and cloned a bit more, running right after.

- No way! - Grass Knuckles threw the clone at him. This time, he couldn't dodge. In fact, he didn't even see that coming.

Impfinity was slowly getting up when his thrown clone gasped and jumped. He turned around and found the plant villain really close to him. His first reaction was to make some more clones while trying to get up, but Grass Knuckles, like always, grabbed one of the imps. He threw it at the original, again, that, this time, ended up hitting the head against the ground.

Finaly, Grass Knuckles punched the real Impfinity. The evil plant made sure to punch him right in the belt's button, to break it. The few clones that were still alive, trying to push Grass Knuckles away, immediately poofed.

- Boy, I'll be honest! - The bonk choy laughed. - For a moment, I really thought that you had a chance! I'm impressed! Or should I say… Impressed?

Impfinity loves imp puns, but that one didn't make him happy. In fact, the only thing he could feel was the pain. If you wanna make him suffer, break his belt. It's not only a way to prevent him from cloning and instakill all the clones, but it's also very painful.

- This terrible headache I'm feeling was worth it. Watching your pain is priceless! - Impfinity could hear Grass Knuckles' voice. He looked at the plant and found out that he was about to get punched right in the face.

- NO! - He rolled to the side, making Grass Knuckles punch the ground and scream right after.

The zombie hero got up quickly, his hand on the broken button. He started running with some difficulty, trying to escape.

Impfinity turned a corner and ran along an alley. It took him a while to find supports to make a high jump, high enough to reach the roofs. With a smile, he ran towards a pipe, that didn't break because of the imp's lightness, and jumped on it, trying to land on an awning, in order to use it as a trampoline and reach the roofs, where he would be safe and could start making his way to the headquarters.

However, as expected, Grass Knuckles followed him, even after hurting his hand by punching the ground. When he saw that his victim was about to escape, he got a trash can lid and threw it at Impfinity, that couldn't land correctly after getting hit.

The zombie slipped and fell. Grass Knuckles approached and lifted him, only so he could land a strong punch. Right after, he slammed Impfinity against the wall, and only then his expression of anger and hate turned into a creepy smile.

- I won! - He said jolly before releasing the imp, that moaned a little after falling on the ground. His legs couldn't stand anymore, and he could barely move. - Congratulations, Impfinity. You're the hardest opponent I've ever faced! But, of course, wasn't able to defeat me. Well, now that I've beaten you, it's time to get my prize, and this cloning machine you're wearing seems pretty cool.

- Please… Don't…

- Yeah, I liked it. It's mine now. - Grass Knuckles' smile widened. - Wait a second… Just remembered that I have to kidnap you! - He laughed.

Impfinity was going to say that he told Zomboss the plant's hiding spot right after stalking him earlier, before fighting, but then he realized that it was better to keep that information as a secret.

Not to mention that he could barely speak as well.

- Boy… - Grass Knuckles stared at the belt. - I shouldn't have broken it. How am I going to check if I can clone myself now? And I'm not good at fixing things… If I only had a friend that…

Flashback ON

- Grass Knuckles… You're very good at breaking things.

- Yeah, I know…

- Hey, don't be sad. It's ok to be clumsy! Just... Try to be careful. It's a cell phone after all, and not just a toy… I mean, it's not a toy, but it really looks like a toy to me… This old human tech…

- But can you fix it?

- Of course I can!

- Thank you! Boy, it's really great to have a tech expert as a friend.

- Citron will always be here for you!

Flashback OFF

Grass Knuckles lost his balance. What… What was that?

Was that… A memory?

He knew that he was a hero before turning into an evil green robber, and he knew that he had friends, but that sudden memory… It was good to have a friend. It was good to have Citron by his side.

The plant felt split. He was happy with his current life as a bad guy, accumulating goods, beating people and watching them suffer… But there was a part of him that wanted to remember more, a part that missed Citron's friendship, and not because he's good at fixing things.

Even knowing that he used to be good, that was the first time Grass Knuckles felt that way after becoming a villain. He knew he was good, but he couldn't remember that it was good to be good.

Where is Citron now? What happened to him? What happened to the others? Who are the others?

The plant felt the first drops of rain splashing on his face and hands, and it got intense quickly.

“This is going to be a real storm.” He thought.

At that moment, he saw Impfinity on the ground.

- Impfinity? Are you there? - There was no response. He approached and found out that the imp was unconscious.

“Oh boy… What have I done? Of course, Impfinity is a pest… And he asked for it... But… He was already defeated, I didn't need to… Hurt him like that… I haven't killed him, have I? I hurt people, but I'm not a killer!”.

- Hey, wake up! - He tried shaking the imp, but, again, no response.

Grass Knuckles took a deep breath.

“I was going to kidnap him anyways…” The bonk choy decided to take the zombie hero with him and go the factory, where Impfinity could rest and get better.

None of them realized that the fight had an audience, that watched everything through the windows since they left the factory. These people, too scared to intervene, closed their curtains with sadness after seeing the villain's victory. The alley got empty, just Grass Knuckles carrying Impfinity, heading towards the factory, trying to comprehend the feeling that the memory brought, on a rainy and dark night.

Hope u liked it *hides*

#fanfiction #pvzh #pvz heroes #grass knuckles #impfinity #evil plants au #is it too shitty or just a bit?#I had to paragraph it myself ¬¬

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contadorharrison · 5 years

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Don’t be ashamed of buying a bonk

Contador Harrison was born in a christian family. Back then, our religious education teachers in elementary school used to teach us that we would go straight to hell if we had sex before marriage. In fact I recall one of the fellow pupil being told that having lustful thoughts about a girl equated to having actual sex with her. Thank oracles such kind of buffoonery no longer exist in our societies, but I’m sorry if where you live that kind of mentalityis present.Those who took elementary teachers seriously were completely blindsided once their hormones kicked in as teenagers. In my case, I looked at it differently because I have never been religious and all never be. To me, sex is not something to be ashamed of whether married or not. The same should apply to visiting a brothel. Would I myself be shamefaced for clamming up when trying to buy a bonk in a brothel? Absolutely not. Of cause I am not naive to not know there is also no way to have sex entirely safely with many partners if you are a regular visitor to a brothel. When a friend wrote an email saying her and the husband are parting ways because of his brothel trips, she described him as the most weak and pathetic personon this earth for visiting brothels while married. She added that he’s a cowards who can't face communicating his problems like an adult human being and who expose his spouse and potential unborn children to devastating health problems.To shame her husband for his sexuality is also a form of denial, denial that she is sexual too.None of us was born full of shame about sex, its people who teach them to be. Deflecting reality of her husband needs is merely repeating the process, instilling the same feelings that he may have grown up with. It's learned behaviour, not biological.When I was a tween at elementary school girls excitedly used to use new words I'd never heard before, like periods and when I heard a boyclose to me talk about masturbation, I went home and asked my mother what the word meant.Explicitly shocked, she replied to me that I had to wait until schoolies to find out and that she will take me through. At that point, I felt like any answer, even one the I didn't understand, would've killed my curiosity. Instead, her refusal to discuss it implied these those words were bad. Her embarrassed face told me it was dirty. Luckily during schoolies, she kept her word, took me though all biological and sexual contexts. That way, I was uninterested with anything related to such words.In high school, with hormones raging, I saw countless times teenagers spending their entire lunchtimes draped all over each other, kissing, groping and talking about sex. A couple of boys at high school had bragged about their sexual activities, but I'd never been privy to their interactions. This orgy was unfolding right before my eyes, and while they seemed to be enjoying themselves, I didn't see any reason to be interested. Fast forward, as an adult I have learned that life is a rollercoaster ride of conflict and discovery with unlimited access to the backstage of sex life. Unlike the high school conversations, the smoke and mirrors always fall away and what emerge is repeated tales of sexual incompatibility which drives men to brothels. I know plenty of men who are frustrated by their partners' loss of interestand wives intolerance of their husband's sexual desire. Or vice versa. Nobody is prepared for anything.And it isn't just the clients to brothels.

Many women, apparently bored by their own relationships try escorting just for sexual diversity. One thing that I can say is consistent is the woeful human ignorance of individual’s own sexuality. The ingenuous questions and divulged secrets, the mechanics, the etiquette, the dos and don'ts. What is real and what's made for porn is hard to comprehend but just like you, I’m clueless. Many happily married clients computer programmers, teachers, bankers, scientists, doctors, lawyers among other types of friends have in the past confessed to me that their wives would never understand or recoil in horror if they tried to act out harmless fantasies. Things asinnocuous as being stimulated by female feet. Actually I know of cases where women, married to the same bloke for decades at times, would not allow him to look at her genitals. At first, I too grappled when hearing some of their obscure stories but I came to understand that these desires were as deviant as smothering pasta with ketchup. When I was in my twenties I recall a friend who visited a high end brothel and used the services of escorts. He was first encouraged to visit sex workers by a female friend of mine. She knew he was going through a dry period and one of her friends was a sex worker. My friend thought it was sensible for a bloke like him, who was shy and crap at picking-up women, to visit sex workers in between being relationships.He narrated to me how his first visit to a brothel was scary. You may think it’s easy to walk into a brothel and ask for sex but it was one of the most intimidating things he had ever faced. Having workedup enough courage to ring the front doorbell and realising why many men need dutch-courage to do this and all the time hoping no one he knew would happen to walk past and see him, he was let inside by the resident Madam.Then he was confronted by a new level of intimidation, the line-up. Not all brothels are the same but the high end one he chose that day used the line-up method to introduce clients to the sex workers. All the available girls, dressed in their sexy outfits and stilettos, lined up in front of him and he was expected to choose who he wanted to have sex with. He then panicked and simply chose the first one who came out but by luck or chance, she proved to be a good choice. She took him to a room and seeing how nervous he was, she offered my friend some words of encouragement and helped him relax until the time for inspection. According to my friend, the inspection involves dropping dacks in front of the sex worker, who, with the aid of a lamp, inspects client genitals for signs of sexually transmitteddisease. Seeing he was fine, she took his money and left him to have a shower. The sex came next. The sex worker knew how to relax him, she knew how to arouse him and she knew how to make the experience pleasurable sexually, emotionally and felt for days afterwards. For my friend, it wasn’t just the sexual relief, it was also the boost to his self-esteem that made him feel good. Prostitution exists, always has, always will, let's protect those who provide the service. Isn't it great that with age sometimes comes wisdom? Perhaps I always knew that, but maybe the female friend leaving her husband because of his brothel visits made it an issue she has some strong feelings about. What she may not know is that there is a thriving trade in male escorts for busy professional women but it is very discreet. Often as not, women are looking for a man who will pamper them and make them feel attractive, and the evening may or may not end in sex. The key thing though is that the women knows she is completely in control. Sometimes too, women are just looking for vigorous sex. Instead of treating people who pay for sex as desperate losers, let’s be honest with it. There is a chance that a friend or a relative, may at some point in their lives seek the services of a sex worker and therefore you should never be ashamed of making a trip to a brothel whether you are a female or male.

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