#normally I'm too busy or my parents are around and we can watch something or play games

[dragonanne4fun]

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[a-hazbin-reader]

Okkkk I am loving all the alastor with twins idea's 😍 💕 💖 could you do some headcannons where he takes the twins on day full of errands like going grocery shopping in cannibal town and a overlord meeting stuff like that

I'm just gonna add a new one here...

Alastor X Reader Headcanons

✅️Romantic

❌️Platonic

✅️Parental

TW: Kids being chaotic, Babies biting, Alastor X Mom!Reader towards the end

Description: ☝️⬆️

Normally, Alastor avoids taking the twins out by himself, preferring to double team it with his wife

It's just so much easier with you by his side

But when his wife needs a day off or is too busy to go with him? It's full on dad mode for him

He talks to them the entire time as if the three of them are having a real conversation

"Which of these two do you think your mother will like more?"

"Baba!"

"You're right, obviously we need to try someplace else."

Takes the kids to visit Rosie and pick up some of his secret snack stash along the way

Rosie absolutely hogs the twins and keeps them in her lap for the entirety of the visit

She coos and fusses over them, allows them to wear her hat and chew on her limbs

"Alastor! Look at those chompers! You're gonna have some real trouble on your hands soon!"

If Alastor takes them to overlord meetings, then Rosie and Zestial will each hold a twin

Rosie is content to just ignore what's being said and snuggle with a baby, smell their fresh baby scent

Rosie that's creepy

Zestial likes to blow on their twitchy little ears just to listen to them growl and bleat at him

It's a game to them

The twins literally can't get enough of Zestial's voice and the way he speaks, always just hypnotized when he opens his mouth

Carmilla is secretly dying inside to hold a baby but won't admit it until Alastor offers it up to her

She melts the moment a baby is in her arms, smiling and rubbing noses with the baby

Her daughters will absolutely beg to hold them though

Velvette is pissed because she can't take photos of the babies or even hold one, the last time she tried, she almost lost a finger to those teeth

Alastor loves how he can basically control how an overlord meeting goes just by bringing in his babies

He wants everyone off topic so that they don't look into something he doesn't want brought to light? Good day to bring the twins

If he's taking the twins for a walk, then he's definitely got those child leashes so that he doesn't lose his babies

It's also to keep them from going feral and biting people but nobody needs to know that

If they run into Vox, then he'll suddenly accidentally drop the leash just to watch his kids take Vox down

The TV head won't be getting up without a few bite marks on his screen, Alastor holding almost angelic looking twins in his arms

"My most sincere apologies, Vox! Teething has just been so hard on the twins..."

"Oh fuck you!"

"Ba!"

"Not you!"

Alastor is surprisingly patient and understanding when it comes to his children's needs

He's able to quickly figure out what they want and avoid a tantrum

"Are you hungry, dear one? Papa has just the thing for you~"

And if they do have a tantrum...he knows how to get ahold of his wife...

He'll take them to a park and play games with them just to tucker them out, he actually seems like a normal dad in those moments

Usually by the end of the day Alastor can tell that the twins are tired and missing their mom

He misses her too

Is so exhausted when he gets home and collapses in your arms, rubbing his face into your shoulder

"How was your day out~?"

"Pleasant, but it would've been better had you been with us, my dear~"

You can't help but smile as his arms wrap around you, and he pulls you in for a generous kiss

That's the only moment with you that he gets before the twins push between you two

"BA!"

I love these family asks so much

[justgrey]

I have something worse up my sleeve on Vander that idk if im gonna post that includes the shimmered up version of him we see for 10 seconds before he dies and some bussy gobbling if yk what i mean 😈🥱🔥

Vander x Reader - General Relationship HC's

Warnings: Swearing cuz we fukin' balling

Beefy

b e e f y

He gives really great hugs, obviously. He's got so much meat on him that he feels like a really large pillow, and I'm here for it. And if you're reading this, I guess you're for it too 🤷‍♂️

Crazy protective, too. Man doesn't love easily after what happened with Silco, but when he does, mwah, you are not leaving his sight for longer than an hour before someone on his side is just "keeping an eye on you"

Vander loves jokes. Especially dad jokes. Because he's a dad. Please joke with him. Please, his kids always respond with "ughghh" and all he wants is an adoring audience. Please be that for him.

"What's the time?"

"It's... time to get a watch!" *big goofy grin*

"Hah- hahahahhahahahhaahhaahhaha please, Vander."

"Right, sorry. It's a quarter past seven, love."

👉👈

Anyway, Vander loves nicknames. Like, a lot a lot. He loves nicknames. What one's? Great question. Take a guess. He loves playing games with you and this is one of those games

Guess.

If you said anything along the lines of sweetheart, love, sweetie, or honey. You'd be right. He loves using generic nicknames with you because he wants to be as domestic as possible.

He likes to feel like his life is as normal as can be despite it being absolutely the opposite of that. He loves his children, and he loves you, so why not make the most of it? At least, that's what he figures.

The wackiest shit happens sometimes. There's a real mix of interactions in his little family and we living for all of them.

"Can you pass the sa-?"

*glitter bomb explosion from Powder's bunk*

"Oh, for the love of- POWDER, ARE YOU OKAY?!?"

His kids are all extraordinary. Mylo is very charismatic and is able to talk his way out of a lot of trouble, Claggor is great at lifting heavy shit, Vi can punch the daylights out of everyone, and Powder has the potential to be a great inventor someday. His goal is to inspire them all to be the best versions of themselves and to always be kind when they're able to despite living in the meanest area around.

You are also very intertwined with his children's lives to the point where they're basically your kids as well. If you didn't want that, break up with him. He's a package deal. All or nothing.

"Hey... what's that you're tinkering with, Pow Pow?"

"It's a bomb."

"It's a what."

"She means- uhm- it's full of confetti...? For... For Mylo's birthday! Y'know, that's totally coming up soon."

"Wait, my birthday isn't-"

"Yeah, yeah... for Mylo's birthday!" *innocent smile*

"For some reason... i d o n ' t b e l i e v e t h a t . . . Just... just stay out of trouble. As much as possible."

The kids treat you like a member of the family as well if you couldn't tell. They latch onto you, some take longer than others but they all eventually view you as their other parent.

First it was Powder, then it was Claggor, followed by Vi and then Mylo a little later on.

Vander actually wants to make it official with you someday and make you stay with him and his family forever by proposing to you, but with the current state of the Undercity, he may never get to. He's a busy, busy man, trying to hold the Lanes together. Sometimes, he gets too focused on that and forgets to share his attention around when crime is really bad.

But even just being around helps him out 🫡

Thanks gang 👍

[deathofacupid]

cool | peter parker

a/n: this concept was so sweet to me, and i had to write something for it. okay, so yeah, this is technically irondad + spiderson... but i wanted to add to it.

repost because this fic flopped with, like, 10 notes. if you look at the og, it says 700ish because of the prev notes of what i reblogged. interact with this fic, it's what keeps me going!

summary: you find that a brown haired boy is always at the restraunt you work at, covered with cuts and bruises. you're curious, so what do you do?

warnings: cursing, minor angst (not really tho, mostly fluff)

pairing: fem!reader x post-nwh!peter parker

word count: 1.5k+ words

you're working late, you don't normally. it doesn't hurt though, having a side hustle outside of college. with shit parents, community college is really all you have as an option, so extra money is welcomed.

it's 20 minutes until closing time, and you're the only one left. you've read enough articles and watched enough true crime to be at least a little paranoid. not expecting anyone else, you spray a table, wiping it down with a rag. might as well get started with cleaning, right?

so when you hear the familiar chime of the door, you've got the right to be suprised. looking up, you're greeted by the sight of a boy. he's got soft brown curls, and (you find, once you meet his gaze) matching dark, hazel eyes.

you wave at him and move behind the register. he looks harmless, but don't most men that have bad intentions? not that you think he's going to do anything.

you're just a woman. it's the way of life, this thought spiral.

"hi, what can i get you?" when he's closer, you can see the cut he's got on his cheek. it's dried blood, but still enough to make your eyebrows shoot up. in fact, he's got a bruise too.

under his left eye, and by the yellow-green, you can tell it's fresh. it's not your business to ask, well, it is... but you're only asking about his order. he runs a hand through his hair, obviously trying to tame it.

there's a leaf at the top, tangled in there. you want to take it out.

he sniffs, eying the menu. you've never seen him here before, and you've been working here for a while. now that you're looking at him, his eye looks swollen - like someone socked him. "a- a cheese-"

you're not sure where the sudden courage comes from, but you cut him off; "do you want an ice pack? or, uh, maybe frozen peas?"

he looks startled for a second, as if he were just now knocked out og this long train of thought. he pauses to touch his eye, "um," you can tell he doesn't want to trouble you, but you're intrigued now.

"seriously, it's no problem." (on the account you have frozen peas, then it would be no problem. if you didn't... a pack of cold, raw meat-?)

"sure, yeah."

"cool. er- stay right there." you go to the freezer room, rummaging around for frozen peas. it takes you a minute, and you're afraid there are none for a moment, but there are. triumphantly, you bring them back out.

he's standing in the same place, although you're not sure why he would've left. "peas!" you sing-song. handing them to him, you smile.

he throws one back, though it's forced and kind of hollow. you're afraid you've made him uncomfortable, or that you're too much. are you too much?

he squints at your nametag, "thanks, uh, gertrude?"

you're confused for a second, "oh, she's dead."

"i- sorry?" he tilts his head, now he's confused too.

"no, i mean, this isn't my nametag. it's old. like, super old. manager's dead wife. this place is too cheap to get new ones, so we, like, basically catfish people."

he nods, "okay. what's is it then?"

"huh?"

"your name."

you mentally smack your forehead, of course that's what he was asking. "y/n."

"cool. i'm peter. peter parker."

"nice to meet you peter peter parker," it's your attempt at a joke, paired with a lopsided grin. it makes peter smile though, so you consider it a win.

peter presses the pack to his eye, a wince turning into a sigh. oddly enough, it sounds sexual to you, and your face is heating up. what's wrong with you? seriously?

"okay, well, um, i assume you still wanna order something?"

"yeah. maybe just a cheeseburger and fries?"

"you got it," it's closing time, but you don't mind. peter is cute, and he seems nice as well. you're more than happy to stay around longer. "on the house," you say when he tries to offer you money, "seems like you had a rough night."

"no, i-"

"no sweat, parker."

you ring up his order, get it ready, and by the time you're done, he's settled at a table. "here you go. enjoy!"

you go back to sweeping, but you want to talk to him more. "you live around here? i haven't seen you here before."

"uh... not exactly. i don't come here often. i, um," he presses his lips together, "had a friend that brought me here. once or twice."

you frown, "oh, i'm sorry."

"what?" peter looks up from his meal.

"i just- well, you used past tense so i assumed you don't... aren't in touch anymore?" maybe small talk was a bad idea.

"oh. yeah. i guess. he's not really... around. he passed a little while back."

it's like your heart physically aches. "that's sad to hear."

"yeah. 's okay though, getting by fine. or- or better."

"mhm. it gets better. lost my sister a few a years back."

"really? i'm sorry." they're empty words, you've probably heard them a lot, he knows that. you know he knows that.

"thanks."

"yeah," it's quiet for a little while longer.

"so, uh," he pauses, taking a sip of his water, "are you still in school?"

"college," you pause, slightly embarrassed, "community, i mean."

"oh. cool. i'm at midtown. it's not, like, super fancy or whatever..."

you cut him off, shrugging, "better than community. and isn't it like so stupid, how they basically tell you that college is a must, and then have you pay all this money? 'oh, you need it for a good future!'" you mock, "aw, really? then make it free!"

you freeze, realizing you've gone on a tangent. "sorry," you say, flushing.

"no, it's okay," he laughs. "it's cool you're... passionate."

"thanks," you put the broom away. "um, i have to go take out the trash. would you mind... not stealing anything?"

"i'll try," he jokes.

"cool. i believe in your ability of self-restraint."

"cool," he says, matching your tone.

"cool."

"cool."

"okay, that got weird after the, like, second time," you make a face.

"no, yeah, i agree."

"cool," you say, staring at each other in dead silence, before bursting into laughter. you hold up the trashbag, "yeah, so, one sec."

you push open the back door, tossing the bag in the dumpster.

he's so nice, you think. look at you, falling for a basically stranger. you walk back in, closing the door behind you. you notice he's done, so you throw out his things, cleaning down the table.

"hey, uh, when do you close?" peter asks.

you check the clock, "mm... 15 minutes ago."

"holy shit, really?"

"yeah. it's cool though. i was closing anyway, and the company didn't hurt. also... it looked like you needed this."

he looks down at his shoes, smiling, "yeah, no, i did. thanks. and sorry."

"like i said, it's cool."

"cool," you stop, "are you in a cult?" you blurt.

"um, sorry?"

"sorry, like, i just, you look... beat up. and i was wondering if you were in a gang... or something." you squint at the dried blood on his knuckles.

"uh... i am not."

"then how'd you get those?"

he looks conflicted, and you've probably crossed a line. "oh my god, i'm so sorry. obviously, it's not my business. i was just... curious."

you wipe down your last table, cursing yourself internally.

"no, it's cool. i'm..."

"seriously, it's not my business. don't tell me, actually. plausible deniability," you joke.

he says something, and it's so quiet, you don't hear it. "what?" you ask.

"i'm spider-man!"

"uh. what?"

"you don't know spider-man?"

"no, of course i know spider-man!"

"well, yeah. that's me. suprise." he says, doing a small show of jazz-hands.

"there's legit no way. i know i catfished you earlier, but that was on accident!"

he tilts his head, as if he's weighing his options. in reponse, you narrow your eyes at him, trying to figure out if it's one big joke. after that, it's so quick, you barely notice. something hits your hip, not harshly, and then you're spinning towards peter.

"holy-!" you look down at your side, trying to figure out what it is. you're tucked into peter, and you realize it's... a web. "no. way."

"yes way."

"why'd you tell me? now i can't plausibly deny anything! also, isn't this supposed to be a secret? isn't that the point of the mask? how do you know i won't sell you out?"

"that was a lot."

"i know. but it was very valid."

"i don't know. i just wanted to. you're nice and sweet and pretty-"

"oh, so pretty privilege?"

"no! no, of course not!"

"well, um," you wrap your arms around his neck, "thank you for trusting me. i won't tell anyone."

"cool."

"cool."

his hands are on your hips, and he's leaning in, but you pull away, smirking.

"no kissing until the second date, i'm afraid."

"we're going on dates?"

"if you don't want me to broadcast to the world, yes."

"well, i would've asked to take you anyways."

you smile at him, enjoying the moment.

"wait, are those cameras?" there's absolute panic in his voice, and you giggle.

"those are fake. it's cardboard to scare people off."

"oh. cool."

"cool."

you end up kissing him anyways.

@whatsupstark@ell0ra-br3kk3r@idli-dosa@susvale@kdbsr-h@littlemsbumblebee @sflame15-blog @twinsunkithies @chocolateshepherddreamclod @one-piece-frvr7

[jnnephm]

Okay hear me out cus I'm a sucker for papa!sylus.

I was texting with my friend and suddenly we came up with a headcanon/idea which is Kieran and Luke are our babies. Yes. You don't read it wrong. And I mean it.

Like the theory is a bit lame and there's no evidence to back it up, but we all think it's cute so it now becomes our inside joke. Basically, Kieran and Luke are MC and Sylus's children, but then something happened to all of them. So Luke and Kieran lost their family. They tried to go back in time to save their parents then got stuck in the current timeline.

And! They knew that if their parents weren't together, they would disappear. That's why they did their hardest to matchmake MC and Sylus.

We also discussed another idea: there're an universe in which sylus and Mc have their happy ending. However, because that universe is too perfect, it isn't allowed to exist. the only "trace" of that timeline ever took place is the presence of Luke and Kieran. The twins longed for their once happy family, and they came to Earth and tried helping Sylus and Mc got together.

Tell me that they aren't mischievous twins who caught their parents being flirty with each other and instead of how normal kids behave (saying eww to their parents), this duo straight up got ignored by us 🤭.

I love these two babies.

Okay I admit that I only post this since I need someone to write about four of them being silly with papa sylus has to endure the battlefield (consist of toys and dirt) that MC and the twins (as kids) cause (on his expensive carpet, no less).

I'm in need of domestic fluff and I swear those breeding fics ya all have written recently don't help at all! I blame it on ya all lolol.

I can hear papa!Sy-sy call the twins 'kiddos' or 'brats' and say "you two make me age." He will send them Mephisto like a guard dog, "not to watch the twins, but watch over the poor soul who came in contact with them." He says, but we all know he worries sick for Luke and Kieran. Like in canon universe, dude barely gives them any task, that's why they have time to fool around like menaces of society while Sylus taking care of his business behind the scene. Imagine if he's actually the dad of the twins. Lmao.

And I just think that canon!Sylus would save them as Clown 1 and Clown 2 on his phone. He might be mean about it "well that's the only thing they are good at." Yet the truth is they are the bright light for his dull days before he met MC (again).

[rowretro]

𝓜𝓻 𝓑𝓸𝔂𝓯𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓷𝓭

✧taglist:✧ @strxwbloody

✧warnings: toxic/yandere themes, violence

✧synopsis: Yandere Sunoo, is a young teacher at y/n's high school, the 2 only having a 3-4 year gap. He's so in love with her. She's sweet, cute, loving and sensitive, she's a goddamn pushover and she needs him. Sunoo watches you, he knows everything about you, where you live, what you like, how you feel.

And now he finally has you.... though you're not into him....

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You clutched onto your books, feeling judged as you walk down the hallways. Though the school board were ok with it, and Your parents were even willing to marry you off to Sunoo, there are no barriers for Sunoo. You even tried running away, how stupid of you. Your bruises and cuts were almost healed, thigh high socks hiding them from people's view.

You had to distance yourself from Jungwon too, not because of Yena and her group, who were thankfully expelled, but because of Sunoo. He gets so jealous on an insane level. You heard the locker slam shut, sighing as you knew who it was... Yang Jungwon. Things didn't exactly end the way you hoped they would.

You planned on drifting from him like most friends do, though it was hard, crying at home, missing the one close friend who was there for you no matter what. A boy you possibly had a crush on. You found out he had feelings for you too. However, you were with Sunoo and Won hid his love perfectly, but when you found out, Sunoo forced you to fall out with him, saying she only befriended him and acted nice to use him. She had no other choice but to do just that.

Jungwon gave you a dirty look before walking off. You stood by your locker feeling pretty hurt when you felt someone pat your shoulder. "Y/n, stop daydreaming and get to class... I don't like late comers" Sunoo said as the girl rolled her eyes when he wasn't looking. Sunoo smirked when heard the tapping of her platform heels not too far behind him.

The whole lesson, his eyes were on you. The other students too busy with their essays to even look at Sunoo. Not that he cared anyway. He loved watching you do normal things like studying. The way you sort of fiddle with hair or spin your pencil between your fingers, or doodle artistic little doodles around your work once you're done, waiting for the others to finish So you could start marking them.

"Why was Sungchan talking to you?!" Sunoo asked as you got in the car. "Huh? oh, he wanted me to help him with something" you simply answered as Sunoo stared at you intensely "help him with what?!" he asked, clearly annoyed. "Math homework. Don't worry I said no. He won't bother me anymore..." She added as the male narrowed his eyes at her, but smirked to himself hearing how she handled him.

Upon arriving home, the girl showered first, silently getting changed before going to the living room to do her homework while Sunoo marked some papers. "Sunoo... are clouds edible?" the girl suddenly asked as Sunoo frowned. "No... have you learned nothing in geography?" he asked as the girl shrugged. "I thought it would taste like marshmallows..." the girl mumbled with a pout.

"Y/n what is this?!" Sunoo asked as the girl blinked "test?" she said, blinking innocently as he glared at her, showing her paper and her bestfriend's paper "the same exact answers and you both failed what is this?" "Omg we have the same answers... makes sense we study together... and we took the same exam with the same questions" the girl said acting shocked as Sunoo sighed.

The girl sighed, lying upside down on the sofa, as she switched through the channels. "Sunoo... can I go out with my best friend?... I'm bored..." the girl asked as he stared at her in disbelief. "No. I'm not letting you go out. Last time you almost fucking ran away..." Sunoo pointed out as he squeezed one of her fresher wounds. "Did you learn nothing?...." he asked as the girl winced.

The girl gently pulled away as she sat normally, moving away from Sunoo. "Babe..." Sunoo called out as he sat beside "yes?" the girl asked as Sunoo turned to her "Do you love me?" he asked as the girl went silent. How the fuck could she? he hurt her, he gets dangerously jealous he fucking kidnapped her for the love of god. "yeah..." she said as Sunoo nodded.

"Then say it." He said "Say what?" "Say that you love me." he asked as the girl went silent. "Why you already know I love you right?" the girl asked, nervously chuckling as he stared at her. "You don't love me do you?..." he asked, silence trailing after. "I love you Sunoo..." she said, a forced sincere tone, with hidden venom and disgust. "How comes you never say it or kiss me or hug me or do what girlfriends do?!" he asked as the girl went silent.

"Because you're busy with school work and at school we can't fraternize..." she pointed out as the male nodded. "Hmm... I guess that checks out." he said, leaning over toward her, pulling her into his embrace and kissing her forehead not caring about the girl's unresponsiveness.

[active-mind-15]

Let's talk about Murasakibara as the youngest sibling

As we all know, Murasakibara canonically has four older siblings in the series, making him the fifth and youngest child in his family. So, as a fellow youngest child of my own family, I wanted to explore some headcanons/general observations I have in the context of him being the youngest child. I'll try not to project too hard but I make no promises. 🫶🏿

He is HEAVILY doted on. I think we can all agree on this because it's pretty obvious in the series that he is spoiled (I mean this both endearingly and derogatorily). That mindset probably came from all of his siblings taking care of things for him. But the downside to too much doting is that, outside of basketball, Murasakibara is not intrinsically motivated to do anything unless he gets a reward for it such as pocket money or sweets. I'm guessing the reason why he has such a sweet tooth in the first place is because his siblings would constantly bribe him with sweets to get him to do something. Fast-forward to Teiko, and he became a person who essentially wouldn't do anything they're asked unless they had sweets for him. Akashi is kinda guilty of fueling Murasakibara's sweet tooth with how often he shares sweets and snacks with him, but that was also their way of bonding. Himuro is worse, though. He will just straight-up be like "Atsushi, if you do this thing for me I will give you sweets." He's not even remotely ashamed about it.

He has a very set-in-stone hierarchy in his house. This would explain why he's so used to falling in line within the context of the basketball club. As the youngest, he has to obey his siblings and parents. This is why when he believes someone has authority over him, he follows them without question. But I'm sure that made him build up resentment, especially as a teenager. As a former teen myself, I hated being told what to do. So I'm sure Murasakibara lashing out at Akashi in 3rd year could be a result of pent-up frustration. When his skills drastically blossomed and he saw the power he held over Akashi in that regard, he decided to use it as a gambling chip to win his independence from the team, but it backfired.

He is not used to taking accountability because he has never been expected to be the "mature" one in his house. This frequently comes with the territory of being the youngest child. If you act out, it's often your older siblings that take the heat for your behavior because the older children are supposed to "know better". If two children are playing rough inside the house and break something, the older child is punished more because they were supposed to be the one to tell the younger child that playing rough inside wasn't a good idea. (It's a fucked up way of thinking but I've seen parents use this excuse to avoid holding themselves responsible for not raising their children correctly.) That being said, with four older siblings, I would expect that whatever trouble Murasakibara would get in would be pretty minimized in comparison to his siblings. Their parents would probably be so busy interrogating Murasakibara's siblings about why they weren't watching him or why nobody told Murasakibara not to do XYZ that by the time the attention trickles down to Murasakibara, his siblings have already gotten most of the flack for shit they didn't even do. Judging from the Replace Plus chapters, it seems like to make up for that, his siblings have taken up parental roles of their own to ensure that Murasakibara gets disciplined. In one of the chapters, Murasakibara mentioned that he had a fight with one of his older brothers. So, as punishment, his older sister took away his allowance. Clearly, his siblings do hold enough authority to make decisions like that regarding punishments. But I'm sure Murasakibara would then turn around and try to get his parents to overturn it (and maybe it works sometimes). This is why even after having that fallout with Akashi, they go back to their normal dynamic, but Murasakibara never truly apologized. Not as far as the viewers/readers are aware. So there always was that unsettling air hanging around the two of them even in high school. Things were never properly resolved for them. Not until much later.

I feel like he's a total snitch in his house. Younger siblings tend to be. Either to relish in their older siblings getting in trouble with their parents or because they have it so ingrained into them to be truthful that they just naturally don't lie. I remember in the OVA 41.5, Murasakibara instantly tattled on Aomine and Haizaki to Midorima when they were stuffing their dirty t-shirts into a locker and Midorima was wondering why the locker room smelled terrible. It didn't even seem malicious, Murasakibara was just objectively giving Midorima the answer he wanted. So I'm sure there have been times when Murasakibara has snitched on his older siblings when his parents interrogated him.

I feel like him being the youngest also plays into Murasakibara's fashion sense and how it's more 'juvenile' compared to the rest of the Teiko gang (I know Kise is also the youngest in his family but he's a model so his fashion sense is a direct result of being in that line of work). If you've ever seen official art of Murasakibara, a lot of his outfits are very cutesy. Overalls, baggy hoodies with cute characters on them, fuzzy boots, hats, and sweaters...he clearly embodies the lifestyle of the youngest child. He prioritizes comfort over everything, and it shows in what he wears.

Even the nicknames he gives to others and his way of speaking are very reflective of the youngest child. Shortening everyone's names and adding -chin to the end of it is probably something he does with his siblings at home (and maybe vice versa). And his way of speaking is very languid and carefree. He tends to drawl out his words very slowly, like he's in no rush to finish his sentence. And people could probably use this as evidence that he may be dull intellect-wise, but he's actually pretty intelligent and has gotten good grades when he applies himself, emphasis on applies himself. The problem is that he just doesn't give a fuck, so he doesn't try as hard in a lot of things even though he has potential. Someone usually has to push him to try, which circles back to my first point about him practically having to be bribed to do anything that's not related to basketball.

Overall, I think most of the negative traits that Murasakibara has in regard to youngest child syndrome will be things he grows out of as he gets older. I don't think my youngest child syndrome was ever as severe as Murasakibara's but I do relate to being doted on, having people constantly looking out for me, and not being used to taking care of others. I could be stubborn in my own right sometimes, on occasion even rude where I shouldn't have been, and my teen years were pretty rocky all the way through as I was figuring myself out. It took a lot of self-reflection for me to see that I had to change and in my latter teen years, I actively worked on my personality and my behavior. I also learned how to be more considerate of others and to step into the role of taking care of my friends and other family members. I still enjoy the perks of being the youngest in my family such as never having to worry about bringing my wallet out if I'm with my older siblings, but I still did take the time to mature and become an adult I'd be proud of. Eventually, I believe Murasakibara will lay that groundwork himself and become much more mature as time goes on post-canon. He'll learn to become a better friend and a better person, and he'll learn how to put the utmost effort into his passions. But at the same time, I still think he'll be the adorable slow-acting giant we've all come to know and love.

Anyway, this was my take on Murasakibara as the youngest child. Hope you enjoyed it!

[n4giism]

⇢ ˗ˏˋ in a trance by malcolm todd ࿐ྂ

blue lock x fem!reader

characters: reo mikage, kenyu yukimiya, shouei barou

content: part 3 of weird/bad habits they have. reader wears glasses in reo's, also a bit of cursing (reo), aged up (yukimiya) and yukki can drive lol, barou is a secret swiftie in denial.

ari's note: i looove yukki sm he's my second fav after nagi omg i love yukimiya i love him sm he is so underrated <3333

part 1. part 2.

reo mikage: eating pizza with cutlery

"hey, i'm hungry." reo said as he rolled on the bed, landing next to you. he lay on his tummy and rested his face on his palms, looking up at you as you did work on your laptop beside him on your bed.

"hm, me too." you replied, feeling your stomach grumble a little.

"whaddya wanna eat?" he asked, sitting up cross-legged, resting his chin on your shoulder as an attempt to peek at the work you were doing.

"it's up to you. i'm still busy, so you can choose." you mumbled, pushing up your glasses and continued typing away on your laptop. reo kept quiet until he decided on what he wanted to eat.

"let's eat caviar."

"what the fuck? that's so expensive, reo." you shook your head, your attention now on reo after he suggested that ridiculously expensive food for a normal lunch.

"what? i had it for dinner a few nights ago with my parents." he said, confused. you sighed. he was from a rich family, after all. of course he had fancy meals 3 times a day.

"we can eat caviar." he pouted.

"no."

"yes."

"we should save caviar and any other fancy meal for an important day; like our anniversary, or our birthdays." you suggested. you couldn't imagine eating things like caviar, foie grass and other expensive meats on a daily basis. reo hummed in reply, "alright, fine. caviar is good though."

"let's just eat pizza, is that okay?" you asked and reo nodded excitedly.

"yes! i haven't had pizza in sooooo long!"

you rolled your eyes playfully and chuckled. he had steak and other fancy foods everyday, but something as simple and delicious as pizza was a rarity to him.

you pulled out your phone and ordered some pizza to be delivered to your house and continued with your work. reo stayed with you the entire time, changing his position ever so often; from laying his head on your lap, or wrapping his arms around your waist.

soon, the doorbell rung and reo went to answer it. the pizza had arrived. you asked him to bring the pizza to your room and that you'd eat there. reo took quite awhile though. did he trip and fall on his way or something?

you were completely immersed in your work in your laptop, until you heard the clinking of cutlery and plates.

"reo?" you called, looking up from your laptop.

he emerged from the door, holding the pizza box and 2 plates, along with forks and knives.

"reo, why the heck did you bring the fork and knives? and what's with the plates?" you questioned, puzzled.

"what? it's to eat the pizza with, of course." he replied nonchalantly and settled on your bed.

he placed a slice of pizza on his plate and begun cutting it with his fork and knife. he was eating the pizza like how he'd eat steak. you watched silently, mouth parted as you watched your purple haired boyfriend continue with his meal.

"y/n? come on, eat up! i'll cut up a slice for you!"

you couldn't say anything and reo took the silence as an 'okay, i allow you to cut up my pizza.'

you didn't have the heart to tell him that pizza could just be eaten with your barehands just like that, and that there was no need for plates or cutlery. you'd have to teach him about the way average people do, and how it's different from the way the rich do.

kenyu yukimiya: speeding up when driving over a bridge

the day had finally come for the long awaited road trip you and your boyfriend, yukimiya, have planned! it was a day trip on the road to a resort somewhere very far from where the two of you lived. it was a 24 hour car ride, but you didn't mind it since you would be with yukki throughout. he's gotten his license a few months ago and he drives really well!

he rarely gets road rage, and he knows when to slow down or speed up. he would drive you to school, or anywhere in general and it was perfect since he'd let you handle the music. you knew this road trip with him would be perfect. nothing sounds better than being in a car with your loved one, music filling your ears, the ac turned on and just being in the lovely presence that yukki radiated.

everything was going fine. you were 2 hours in the trip and had made 2 stops at previous gas stations to get food and water, as well as use the bathroom and get a stretch break from being seated in the car.

soon, you looked up ahead and noticed a bridge. with water underneath it. it was like a reservoir and there were many other cars driving across the big bridge. you could see tall buildings in the distance across the bridge and it excited you that you would be driving past a nearby city!

the stereo was playing your shared playlist with yukki and he was humming along to the song while you told him some funny stories.

upon reaching the bridge, however, you almost. almost. met your death.

okay, that may be an exaggeration. but it truly felt like you almost saw the light.

yukki, who was driving at a speed of 50km/h, suddenly increased it to 102km/h, as he sped across the bridge.

"it was so funny, i almost died of laughter- h-hey! yukki?!" you jolted as he suddenly sped up halfway through one of your stories.

"hold on!" he replied, pushing his glasses up and running a hand through his hair.

"y-yukki!? what's gotten into you! oh my god, be careful! you almost hit that truck!" you screamed a bit as he accelerated even more and more. you didn't even dare to look over to his side to see what his speed was.

it already felt like he was going at 1000km/h, even though that was not possible, but it really felt that way. you could hear the zooming of your car tires on the road, all the other cars passing by you swiftly. if the car windows were open, you're sure your hair would be flying everywhere.

he was changing lanes quickly, going left, right, then left again, then staying in the middle, then going left and right and so on. he was dodging all the cars in his way, speeding up even faster as he did so.

"yukki! oh my god, slow down! you're gonna get us killed!" you wailed, clutching the pillow on your lap and holding it tight. yukki showed no signs of slowing down. his face remained calm and focused as he continued his pursuit.

he might as well become a race car driver if he wants to drive at this ridiculous speed, you thought.

as soon as the car got off the long bridge, yukki slowed down to the normal 50km/h speed once more.

"you idiot! what was that all about? fantasizing being a race car driver, yukki?!" you scolded, catching your breath and wiping the beads of sweat that had formed on your forehead. it was so intense, the ac was turned on yet you were sweating and panting from that drive.

"race car driver? i was just driving normally, silly." he chuckled, pulling over at the nearest gas station and parked the car. you had never, ever, seen yukki drive at anything more than 80km/h.

"you've never drove that fast before..." you whined, meeting his eyes.

"yeah? that's 'cause we've never had to drive over a bridge back at home." he chuckled light-heartedly and pushed his glasses up.

you looked at him, confusion written all over your face, "what's that supposed to mean? why do we need to speed up over a bridge?"

"in case it collapses." he answered like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

you sucked in air through gritted teeth and frowned, "you stupid four eyes."

he tilted his head as you got out of the car, walking to the bathroom, leaving a confused yukki.

"what? y/n! are you not anxious that the bridge might fall!?" he called out from behind you, locking the car and chasing after you.

shouei barou: using songs as timers

"hm? not going to the gym today?" you asked as you saw your boyfriend still at home. it was 11am and normally by now, barou would be at the gym until 1pm.

he shook his head, "nah, decided to stay home and work out instead. i'm gonna start now, actually."

you shrugged and gave him a thumbs up. you left him to do his workout in peace so you went to the kitchen to make something to eat. however, you started hearing familiar lyrics and a tune...

they sounded like... shake it off? by taylor swift?

you thought you were going crazy and was just hallucinating her voice in your head until you realised the song was actually playing. leaving the kitchen, you followed the muffled tune of the song which led you to the living room where barou would be working out.

and there, you saw the music video playing on the tv, along with barou lifting weights and doing squats as taylor continued singing in the back.

"sho? i didn't know you listened to taylor swift..." you choked down a laugh at the thought of barou singing to taylor's songs.

"what? i don't!" he replied mid-squat. "just usin' her songs as a timer. once she reaches the second verse i'll switch to another workout." he explained, red forming on his cheeks and ears.

"heh, whatever you say. nothing wrong with enjoying taylor, though." you giggled, whispering that last part but just loud enough for him to ear. he clicked his tongue.

"tch, whatever. she's okay."

you waved your hand, dismissing the topic and retreating back to the kitchen. as you cooked a meal, you heard different songs from taylor swift playing. maybe he really is a fan.

end.

hey queens sorry for the late upload😍 this took awhile cus my back really hurts when typing on my laptop omd so i just kept putting this on hold but here it is!!!

[cal-daisies-and-briars]

restricting myself to only do 5 snippets lol i love them all so much

🔼🔼🔼🔼🔼🔼🔼🔼🔼🔼 (OH!!!!!! @ that last snippet more pls)

➰➰➰➰➰➰➰➰➰➰(this one has me on the edge of my seat!)(i say as if the others dont lol)

📖📖📖📖📖📖📖📖📖📖📖📖📖📖📖(its new so im requesting more :))

🦷🦷🦷🦷🦷🦷🦷🦷🦷🦷🦷🦷🦷🦷🦷🦷🦷🦷🦷🦷(this one i need a totally normal amount! diaz boys Talking ;-;)

🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨(i just love them so much)

You can do as many as you want! Tanis submits 800 million every week.

I'm gonna put Gentle On My Mind at the bottom bc the snippet is sort of smutty, so I'll hide it under the cut.

That being said, 30 for ➰:

Tagging @steadfastsaturnsrings

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His fault. Sure. The naproxen? He shouldn’t have taken it from Rachel. That’s on him, too. Rachel’s kid cracking his skull open? Dumb bad luck. Not on him. But, fair enough… Three out of four. 

“That makes sense,” he tells Eddie weakly. 

“Why?” Eddie asks. 

“Just curious,” Buck mumbles. 

“Well, don’t worry,” Eddie replies. “Not like you’ve had to watch them, right?”

Yeah… He supposes that’s true…

“It doesn’t matter,” Buck says quickly. “Sorry.”

Something sad flashes across Eddie’s expression. He cups Buck’s face and pulls him in for a kiss. Buck allows it to happen, although he’s not sure he’s in the mood for their usual morning activities. 

“We should get going,” Buck says, breaking the kiss. “Don’t want to be late for kayaking today.”

Eddie nods. “Right. No. No, we don’t.”

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45 for 📖:

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“Hi,” the woman greets him with a nervous little wave. 

She’s beautiful, Buck thinks. Bright smile. Gorgeous eyes. Eddie is holding her hand.

Buck feels strange. He thought she was out of the picture. Are they back together?

“Shannon,” she adds. “My name is Shannon.” 

“Nice to meet you, Shannon.” Buck says, smiling. He feels a little muted and he doesn’t know why. 

“Nice to meet you, too, best librarian in the world.” 

They chat some more. She’s really nice. Buck can see Christopher in her. Whatever happened there, Buck resolves himself to be happy for the three of them. 

Not that it’s any of his business, anyway. 

vii. 

Life gets busy for a bit. He dates and subsequently breaks up with an interior designer named Ali. In Maddie’s life, there’s a stalking incident. A near kidnapping. Chimney gets hurt. Maddie’s ex ends up in jail. Buck lives in a state of shaky adrenaline for weeks. He takes some time off work to help his sister move apartments again and fight with her new landlord about breaking her lease. Even when he’s back, he doesn’t have as much energy for the job as usual. He feels bad about it, but he just can’t give his all. 

All this to say, he doesn’t get to know Shannon Diaz very well. Even though she’s the one picking Christopher up more and more these days. Even though she’s kind and talkative. Even though Chris lights up when he sees her and it’s clear having her back in his life has been good for him. 

It’s nothing against her, really. He’s just busy. He’s got a lot going on personally. He doesn’t have the same energy for the parents as he did six months ago. No other reason. 

But then… 

Well, then she dies. 

He only finds out about it through Carla. Christopher stops showing up to after school programming. One day. Two. By the third, Buck starts to worry. 

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60 for 🦷 (YEAH TALKING!):

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Eddie doesn’t know why. He doesn’t know what he’s said wrong. 

“What about when you got back from Afghanistan and you were hurt?” Chris asks. He seems insistent. 

“Uh,” Eddie furrows his eyebrows. “I don’t think I had any ice cream then, Chris. I can’t remember.”

“No, comfort. Who comforted you?” 

Eddie’s chest feels tight. 

“I mean… I think your mom tried,” Eddie replies weakly. “She had, uh… She had a little kid to think about, though. You. And her mom was sick…”

“So no one?” Chris fills in.

“That doesn’t mean she didn’t try,” Eddie defends Shannon. 

“What about…” Christiopher’s eyes dart around. He’s upset. He’s upset and Eddie can’t tell why. “What about when you were shot?”

Eddie nods. Okay, yes. Yes, he can give a satisfactory answer. 

“Yeah, buddy. Buck was there for me. Comforted me all the time.”

“Just Buck?” Chris asks.

“I mean, other people were there. You were there. You being there helped.”

“What about Ana?” Chris asks. 

“Right, yes. Ana.”

Chris narrows his eyes. 

“What is this about?” Eddie asks. “Why all the interest in my own surgeries, Chris? Yours won’t be that bad, I promise.”

“It’s not that,” Christopher sighs. 

“Then what?” Eddie tries to temper the edge in his voice. He doesn’t know why he is getting frustrated, too. Maybe it’s just the confusion of it all. 

Christopher looks down at his tub of ice cream, then back up at Eddie. He looks like he’s going to cry. It makes Eddie want to cry. 

“I… I thought going to Texas would make me feel better,” Chris says. His voice is wavering. Like it’s about to crack. 

Eddie freezes. The ice cream is probably warmer than the blood in his veins right now. 

“I thought… I thought I’d feel better because you’d feel worse. I thought I’d feel better because I wouldn’t be in your way.”

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45 for 🚨:

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“So, uh… So, where is Christopher today?”

Eddie feels a little thrum of apprehension. 

“He’s at the zoo,” Eddie answers. “With his stepfather.”

Eddie doesn’t think he’s ever phrased it quite like this before. To anyone who doesn’t know Buck’s role in his life, Eddie might phrase it like… My partner. My boyfriend. Something like that. There’s a different sort of implication behind my son’s stepfather. A permanence. A finality. One Eddie knows is valid and true. But one that catches Ramon off guard, clearly, from the way he raises his eyebrows. 

“Stepfather?” Ramon asks. 

“Yes,” Eddie replies tightly. Maybe he’s testing him a little. “You saw him. At the funeral. Buck.”

Ramon nods. “My memory of the day is a little fuzzy.”

“Right,” Eddie replies. 

“You’ve been together a long time?” Ramon asks. 

“A year,” Eddie replies. “Friends for longer, before then. He’s a firefighter, too.”

“That’s good. It’s good to… Well, to really know a person.”

Something in his tone says he’s speaking from experience. Like maybe he hadn’t, so well. Or maybe he feels like he doesn’t anymore? 

Eddie nods. “We’re happy.”

He doesn’t know why he feels the need to say this. Perhaps because the implication, when he came out to them all those years ago, was that he could never really be. That he was taking his life in the wrong direction. Well… Here’s the truth. He did right by himself.

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30 for 🔼:

⚠️NSFW CONTENT AHEAD READ WITH CAUTION⚠️

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Eddie kisses Shannon as he undresses her. Her mouth. Her cheeks. Down her neck. Her collarbone. Kissing along a line of freckles he has memorized. He knows every inch of her. 

He removes her bra and moves his mouth to her breasts, brain short-circuiting at the fullness of them right now. 

“God, Shannon,” he mutters uselessly. He thinks she says something back but it’s muffled and a little incoherent. 

She’s so beautiful. She’s always been so beautiful. He’ll never stop being amazed by it. 

Her chest has always been sensitive. She’s always liked him kissing her here. Applying a bit of pressure. Today, she’s more sensitive than ever. He obviously understands why. But her reaction takes him by surprise. The volume of her gasping. The sharp digging on her fingernails into his back. It drives Eddie forward with confident resolve. 

He keeps moving. Kissing further and further down her body. Her sternum. He kisses the firm swell of her stomach. Peppers it with the affection he hasn’t been able to give. He kisses her thighs. Another freckle on her hip. He kisses her everywhere he can, and then he gives her exactly what she needs. 

[sugawhaaa]

CHIFUYU FANFIC

☆-----------------pervert part. 4

���---------------------------------dear diary

Warnings::gets a little suggestive at the end, vulgar language

Genre:: it's quite dramatic...enemies to lovers (if u squint) School era

A/N::this is my fav chapter...you have no idea how much I love this but your gonna have to read to find out why

Taglist:: @main-character0 @i-literally-cant-with-this @stayarmymoa-atiny

It had been about 3 weeks since you and Chifuyu started getting to really know each other. You were out with your friends and your parents were out for a business dinner across town. Meanwhile, Chifuyu was at your door. He knocked and rang the doorbell but there was no answer. He decided to crawl into your house through the window. He fell onto your desk and sent things flying. He picked everything up and set it back as normal as possible. He saw your diary but refused to look at it. He looked around the room. He couldn't believe he was in a girl's room. He saw all of your Skincare, haircare, and nail care and he got curious. He examined all the stuff and found some perfume. He sprayed it twice and it smelt just like you usually do. He blushed and put it back. He carefully sat on your bed and pondered what to do from there. He soaked in all the factors of your room and decided he'd leave in about 5 minutes if you didn't show up. 

His eyes fell upon your diary again and the urge to look through it became unbearable. He ended up looking through it a little but if he stumbled upon something too personal he wouldn't read on. He'd just let it be. He then saw his name. He continued to read on and found out the feelings you had about him. Every thought you had late at night when you thought about him. How every time you saw him your heart fluttered. He didn't know how to respond so he closed it and put it back. As for telling you about it? It was a future decision for him. He then heard you get home. He sat on your desk chair trying to play it cool. You walked in and dropped your bags.

"What are you doing here Chifuyu!?" You said surprised. He shrugged.

"I guess I just wanted to see you," he chuckled. You sighed and sat your bag on your bed. 

"You reorganized my desk?" You raised an eyebrow at him. 

"Y-Yeah, I came in through the…window," he blushed as he realized how weird that sounded. "I tried to put it back the way it was but I couldn't really remember," he chuckled awkwardly and you went over to your desk. Looking at where everything is now. 

"My diary…" you said as you looked at it, misplaced. "It's moved," you said without looking at him. 

"I-I didn't really mean to-" he started but all you could do was wonder if he saw what you said about him. 

"Did you see what I said about you?" You asked as you picked it up. Chifuyu hesitated.

"Y-yes," he blushed. You threw your book on your bed angrily. Chifuyu looked shocked and watched as you sat on your bed and covered your face. He didn't know what to say, how could he comfort you? "Y/N…it's okay," he sat next to you and you looked up at him with tears streaming down your face. Fuyu was shocked. He was surprised this was such a big deal to you and now he felt even more guilty. 

"I know it's stupid that I'm crying," your breath hitched as you wiped away your tears but they just kept coming.

"No! No, no, I-I'm sorry I really shouldn't have invaded your privacy," he rubbed your back. "You have every right to be mad or upset at me," he said as he held your cheek to look up at him. Your heart skipped a beat as his warm hand covered your cheek, his aqua eyes looking at you with a sparkle. "But I can…we can either pretend this never happened or talk it out. Whatever you want…" he sighed as the guilt came over him like a wave. Seeing you crying like this…again made him break. You shook your head.

"I want you to decide. I can move on and I can talk it out. It's up to you," you wipe away your tears again. 

"All I have to say is…I love you," he blushed and looked away. You looked up at him shocked.

"What?" You laughed in disbelief. He grabbed your shoulders.

"I. Love. You. I have for so damn long but I was so full of myself I couldn't bring myself to even approach you!" He slicked his hair back with his fingers. You sighed in relief. 

"You jerk! You could've started with that!" You said as you hit him playfully. He rubbed his arm as he frowned at you.

"You were going through a lot of emotions. I didn't want to overstimulate you or something," he blushed and you laid back on your bed. 

"Were you gonna tell me at some point?" You asked as he laid down next to you as well.

"Honestly, I don't know," he rolled over and looked at you. "I was planning on waiting quite a while before saying anything. I honestly thought Baji was gonna spoil it at some point," he chuckled and you giggled with him. You grabbed his hand softly and held it close to your chest. He blushed as he looked at his hand and back to your face. 

"When did you start liking me?" You asked softly as the sun started setting. 

"About a year ago I think," he said with tired eyes. Just then your phone started ringing. You sat up and answered the call. It was your mom on the other line. She told you that her and dad were going to be staying out of town for the night due to the bad weather down there. A lot of the streets had been closed off so it would be difficult to go home at this hour. You looked at Chifuyu with a grin. 

"Okay, mum!" You said before hanging up the phone. You lay on your stomach and kicked your feet as you tossed the phone away

"What was that about?" He smiled at you.

"My parents are staying out of town for the night!" You smiled at him and his face lit up. "So it's just me and you," you said as you pinched his cheek. "I wasn't really expecting guests tonight so I have a few things to do but other than that we can just hang out," you shrugged. Chifuyu nodded. 

"That's alright, I came here unannounced," he chuckled remembering how he climbed in through your window just to see you. 

"I'm going to get a shower, I wouldn't mind if you joined me," you sat up and took off your sweater. He blushed and looked shocked. "I mean like you talk to me in the bathroom. Not you in the shower with me," you sighed.

"R-Right! I knew that…" he blushed and looked away. 

☆—------------------------ later that evening

You were in the shower washing your hair as Chifuyu sat in the bathroom with a yo-yo. Doing tricks with it. 

"I didn't know you played with Yo-Yos," you chuckled as you washed the conditioner out of your hair. 

"Yeah I'm not allowed to bring them to school but I have a huge collection in my room," he smiled as he spun the yo-yo around his fingers. 

"You should teach me some tricks sometime," you smiled as you turned off the shower and prepared a bath. He blushed and smiled. 

"You really want to learn yoyo with me?" He asked with a surprised but happy voice.

"I mean yeah. That's what I just said wasn't it?" You chuckle.

"Y-Yeah!" 

"Also I know your whole house situation isn't the best but I really want to see it sometime. Especially Peke J," you giggled as you soaked in the warm water. 

"At some point, I can make it work," he chuckled before there was silence. "So about what happened earlier. Are you my girlfriend now?" He asked shyly.

"Of course. As long as you want me to be-"

"Yes!" He said eagerly. "I-I mean yeah…" you chuckled at his enthusiasm. 

☆—-------------------

After getting out of the bath and doing some laundry (which Chifuyu followed you doing) you got to sit down and talk to Chifuyu. You did what you usually do, talking, telling stupid stories, and having the odd cute moment. Then Chifuyu taught you a yoyo trick. He was going to teach you the simple rockabye baby trick but you were having some difficulty. He stood behind you and held your wrists gently. Showing you the motion but all you could think about was his body pressed against yours. 

"And then you flick it over this finger like this," he said as his veiny hands guided you through the motion. You blushed as you finally got it. "There you go! And then swing," he said as he swayed your body with him. You then lost your balance and fell on top of him. Your arms were next to his head as your hands were tied by the yoyo. The yoyo swung in his face as he looked up at you. His face was covered in blush as you laid on top of him. There wasn't a single sound to be heard other than his heavy breath and your pounding heart. 

"S-sorry…" you blushed and went to get up but Chifuyu grabbed your waist. He avoided looking at you as he blushed. 

"Can we stay like this for a while…it feels…" he paused and tried to look for the right word.

"Nice," you smiled and he looked at you shocked. "I'd just like my hands untied," you chuckled.

"R-Right," he blushed as he untied your fingers. He flicked the yoyo up and caught it all tied up. His hands and fingers were very coordinated and strong. You blushed as your mind went places. "You like my hands don't you?" He chuckled as he noticed your eyes glued to his hands.

"Y-Yeah," you blushed as you realized you got caught.

"The things I could do to you with them~" he smirked as he tucked your hair back.

To be continued...

[slamdunk-headcanons]

You sleep on his chest

I'm so glad that someone asked Akagi and Kogure headcanons because their definetly the most likely to be wonderful boyfriends and husbands. They deserve a lot of love! Thank you anon-chan who sent this wonderful ask. Part 2/3

Akagi Takenori

You are studying at his house.

Akagi is one of your best friends and he has a deep respect and admiration for you.

He's secretly in love with you but he thinks you're too much for him as he's a big guy who runs around the court with a orange ball in his big hand and you are a delicate angel with a deep personality, refined taste and a fascinating intelligence.

You've been studying really hard with his help because you want to get good grades to go to a good university (maybe try something abroad). But at the same time you have to deal with your house rotine, personal issues, and it's been particularly stressfull lately.

So you feel exausted.

It's close to 10'clock and Akagi notices your little head bumps and your heavy eyelids.

"We can stop for today, ___-san. You look pretty tired. I will take you h-"

"No Akagi, I'm fine", you answered rubbing your eyes with energy. "And I already asked you to stop using "-san" with me. It's weird. We're friends".

"So I'm going to make some coffee and black tea for us, ok?" "ok." "You can go watch something on the TV while I prepare everything" "Ok"

But as soon as you sit on the couch, it takes you just a few seconds to fall asleep. When Akagi notices the TV isn't on, he comes to see what's wrong and finds you asleep.

He calls you a few times, but you don't answer. So he sits beside you in the couch and calls you again. But you're sleeping deeply, so he starts to worry of what he would do. You sleeping at his house sounds so wrong (what would your parents think?), but he'll have to carry you all the way home ans this sounds WRONG TOO because he'll be touching you for SO LONG...

In your sleep, you start mumbling his name and he just FREEZES. You move, trying to find a more comfortable position and end up sliding down. As Akagi is at your side, you fall into his chest.

AKAGI IS ALMOST HAVING A HEART ATTACK AT THIS POINT

There's so much information going around Akagi's head that he just stay frozen. "I'm desonoring my promise to her parents and to HER that I'd never do something wrong with her AND HERE I AM TOUCHING HER LIKE THIS I'm an awlful person I'd never deserve her BUT I DON'T WANT TO WAKE HER UP she looks so tired and she's sleeping so peacefully..."

You wake up half an hour later still laying on Akagi's chest. You jump out of the couch when you realiuze you fell asleep ON AKAGI'S CHEST. He was there quiet, totally still, his hands on his legs, just serving as a support for you... As he always did in everthing.

"Oh my God, I'm SO SORRY, Akagi-kun! I was so careless and lazy to fall asleep during study, AND EVEN OVER YOU, I'M SO SOR-"

"____, you are tired! You fell asleep. That's normal. Now, I'll take you home. You have to rest or our studying will be useless. Your mind have to work well during the exams. Let's go"

He walks you home in a strange silence. You can't even dream that he can't stop thinking about you and your touch. He loooved to feel your heartbeat against his chest and the calm rythm of your breath.

Will he ever have the courage to say how he feels?

Kogure Kiminobu

You were invited to go to Shohoku's basketball team horror movie night at Ayako's house.

It's Friday, so your day at school was busy. You try to study for two hours after class as you are going to the movie night and could not study at home during the night. So you were tired and feeling sleepy.

You were not a big fan of horror movies because you always thought that everything looked so false that you never felt frighten watching them. But you find it kindda interesting

Kogure, your best friend who secretly loves you, notices you are sleepy during the movie. So, at the end, he offeres to pay a taxi for you because you both lived at the same street and it was far from Ayako's house.

Kogure helps you to get into the car. When you are both in, he tells the taxi driver your adress first. "You should rest more, ____-chan. You look really tired. Take this weekend to rest."

You nod, feeling your eyelids heavy. You barely process Kogure's words. The last thing you feel is your head falling to your left side...

Kogure is SHOOK. His whole face is a tomato.

HOW HE COULD EVER THOUGHT THAT HE WOULD END UP THAT NIGHT WITH HIS BEST FRIEND/CRUSH SLEEPING ON HIS CHEST???

He keeps his hands down while trying to calm his breathing, so the frenetic movement of his chest won't wake you up. So he foccus on your breathing and try to breathe in the same rythm.

When the taxi stops, he gently holds your shoulders and lift you up, putting you sitting straight on the car seat. You're so sleepy that you didn't even noticed you were sleeping in his chest.

Kogure pays the driver and asks him to wait. "I will walk her to the door".

When Kogure comes back, the taxi driver says gently: "You have a beautiful girlfriend." Kogure blushes again. "She's not my girlfriend". "Oh really?" he is sincerely surprised. "You two would make a good couple. Why don't you ask her out on a date?"

Kogure looks down sadly. "I don't want to lose her..."

[silent-raven13]

A boi!

Now, everyone knows Billie loves her big brother, Miles, she basically his number one fan. When she came to this world, she remembers his warmth, his kind words and his bright smile. Something about that just click to her, that she loves so much. She loves that he's always around for her, always loving her, always being there! No matter what she's always happy to be his little sister.

Especially when he's Spider-man! A great hero, always risking his life to save those in need. When he took her around during his normal patrol as Spider-man. She knew, even for being so small, she knew this is a secret she will have to keep! For being responsible, and a protector of her Big Bro's secret identity, it is a great duty for her to keep.

However, her loyalty can go so far...

It's a beautiful day in Brooklyn, the weather is perfectly nice because it's Spring and the breeze is nice. Three year old, Billie chilling on her dad's armchair while watching her Doc McStuffin, she suckled on her pacifier as she enjoyed her show.

Her big brother being busy with sweeping the floor, he wore a tank top and shorts with some flip flops as he cleans the house. Miles wanted to help his parents out by cleaning the remaining chores, he spend the day with laundry, washing dishes, organizing the family's inventory closet. Now he wanted to sweep, and mop before putting new sheets on his parents' bed. "Boo-boo, you want a snack?" He wipe the sweat off his forehead, then check his gizmo to see the time.

"No..." Billie shook her head, she still was full from breakfast.

"Okay, Łęt me know when you're hungry or thirsty." Her brother said while he continues to sweep the floor.

She kept watching her show, after thirty minutes the doorbell rang. Miles went to the front of the door, "That must be him." He said to himself.

The little girl assume it's Hobie, which she got her web-shooter ready. It's weird that her brother's boyfriend would come through the front door like that. Doesn't he always come out of a big magical portal? She stood on the big comfy recliner glance over to the hallway, hearing her brother talking to another boy?

Miles opens the door to find one of his high school friends, Judge coming by to drop something off for him. "Hey, man. Long time no see!" He gave his friend a quick hug.

"Hey, my dude. What's up! You know, working, school and keeping the ladies in check." Judge said, he hold a bag, "Oh here you go, man. I hope you like it. It's a bit jack up."

"Nah, it's good." Miles happily look in the bag to find the action figure, "I know how to repair it and it'll be a great gift for Ganks. Hey, you wanna come in."

"Sure, man. Been awhile since we hung out." Judge playfully wrapped his arm around his high school friend's shoulders, "Ay, man. You gotten so tall!"

"Pfft, you too. You act like you're 5'4"." Miles jokes as he shut the door as they came down the hallway.

Billie peaks over being more confused, "Who's dat?"

Miles turns to find his baby sister standing on the armchair, "Hey, Boo-boo. This is Judge. You remember him?"

"Wow, she gotten so big. I highly doubt she remembers me." Judge chuckles.

That's right, Billie doesn't remember him. Then again, she never cared about other people beside her big brother. She looks up to study Judge is a dark skinned male with glasses. He wore so expensive shirt, jacket, jeans and Jordans with some short dreads. He smiles at her, "Hey, Billie. Been a long time!"

"Hi..." She reached out to her big brother being nervous with this random stranger. She had no clue who was this was. "Mmm!" She whines at Miles.

"What's wrong, Billie? Awe, don't be scared. You met Judge. He's a great guy!" Miles calms her down by picking her up giving her hugs and kisses on her forehead. "Sorry, I guess she doesn't know you."

"It's alright, man. She was a little baby when I saw her, haha. I'm not surprise she doesn't remember me." Judge chuckles before adjusting his glasses. "Anyway, man. What's up with you? I heard you and Ganks are at Columbia."

"Yeah, man! That place is great." Miles put his sister back at the armchair before taking Judge to get him a drink, "You want some soda? Also, I heard you went to Japan! That's so cool!"

"Yup, I went three times. I'm planning to go to aboard for a class." Judge grins widely, "It's great to visit tho. I dunno about living there, tho..."

Billie watch the two as she suckle her pacifier, she didn't like how show off-y the stranger was. Maybe she didn't know him too well, and she knows she shouldn't judge him. Still, her guts was telling her, "What about Hobie? Does he know this man?"

She watches them seeing her brother sitting close to his friend after serving his a glass of soda. Judge kept talking on and on about his journey to Japan, while Miles' eyes gleam with wonder.

The three year old went back to watch her show, she accidentally stepped on the remote control changing the channel to a Spanish Soap Opera.

"I'm sorry José, but I've been cheating on you with Juan!" The woman in a red dress dramatically said to her boyfriend. "We been talking about old times and fallen in love."

Billie slowly sat down as she watches her mom's favorite show. "Hmm?" She suckled her pacifier with her head tilt.

"But Maria, we been together forever. My love for you burns like a thousand suns. My heart is real, my passion is raw for you!" José said being heartbroken.

Juan smirks with his handsome charm as he did a dramatic chuckle, "Ahahaha! I stolen your beloved Maria by talking to her and listening to her sorrows! I am the only man for her." He held Maria who's being dramatic. The two held each other while

José cries out, "Mariaaa, nooo!"

Billie glances over hearing Miles and Judge cracking up about something they were talking about. In her eyes she thought she saw Judge being flirty and quickly assumed he wanted to steal away her big brother.

"I must tell Obie! A boi! A boi! Is he-wuh!" She thought in her head, she looks down to her right side to find her iPad tablet at the end of the bigger long couch. Normally, she only plays her fun games but quickly get bored, since she loves playing with her dolls.

Anyway, the three year old quickly jumps over to the long couch trying to be like Spider-man. Wobbling over to her with each step on the soft cushions, she must be careful not to get their attention.

When she reached her iPad, she quickly jumps over like she was making a touchdown at a football game.

"Got it!" Quickly, she sat up straight placing her iPad upward. It quickly scan her face leading to an opening scene. She starts slamming her tiny hands on the messenger logo.

"Okay, we getting somewhere...mmm" She tries to remember the symbols and letters of Hobie's name. Ever since she learned how to write words, she was able to read them as well. Although she is three years old, she came make out names. Since she been using the tablet for a while she kind knows how to text.

Hopefully with all the observation she done with her family, she can send Hobie a message. Now, where to start.

"Hmmm, Obie? Where is Obie?" She saw the contact list seeing the number one responders are her papá and Miles. Normally, she would FaceTime her daddy because she misses him from long hours of work. Sometimes she likes playing with the filters and funny emojis, too. Her finger scroll down to her little contacts, she saw her mom's name, her grandmother, and her eyes lit up.

"OBIE!" The little girl spotted Hobie's name typed in as 'Obie' with a guitar emoji. She happily tap the name leading her to a chat section. Okay, now she's heading somewhere.

Her ears caught her big brother laughing out loud, "Dude, ain't no way. You literally are dating three girls at a time? That's crazy!"

"Aye, man. I got game." Judge smirks.

Billie didn't like the bragging, so she had to hurry. Her hand slap on the keyboard seeing the same letters as she learned.

Texting to Obie;

Billie: OBIE! OBIE! Obie!

She sent that first before texting another word.

"Umm... ummm.." What else can she spell? She only knows so little words.

The punker saw her text having to write.

Obie: Lass? You texting me? Or this Miles?

Billie couldn't only understand her brother's name.

Billie: OBIE! OBIE!

Needless to say Hobie being at home was caught off guard by the random text, he did remember his Sunflower put the family iPad's number on his Gizmo for emergency. He thought it was weird Billie sent him a text, in fact he didn't know she could send a text.

Hobie: Lil Blu? Dat u?

Billie stares at the screen seeing Blu and U, she understood and type: YUS!

Hobie being impressed: Wow, good job at texting me.

Billie type again: Obie! OBIE! Miles Miles

She needs to figure out how to say, "Strange man is here!" If only she can spell more words.

Hobie tilted his head, then sent: Miles, okay?

Billie tap on the emoji section and sent: Miles ☹️

That took the punker off guard: Miles 🙁?

Billie: 😣

"Sad face... sad face...." She pushes another text.

Billie: Miles a b

She didn't know how to spell BOY, so she tries to remember.

Hobie: Miles a b? 😂 Lass, u too funny.

Billie: NO! NO! 😡

She type again: MILES MILES ☹️ a boi

She thinks that's how to spell boy.

Hobie looks at the screen.

Hobie: Blu gender is a social construct.

Billie types again: A boi! A boi! Miles & boi!

She remembers when her dad takes her to Tony's & Tony's pizza, her dad always said 'and' and the symbol & would there. She figure that's what that symbol means.

Hobie stops to reread the message being so surprised by Miles' little sister. Did she mean the way he think she meant?

Hobie: Blu, Miles & a BOI?

Billie types: Yus.

Then she slap on the camera she press the ten second button, with her two tiny hands she lift the iPad to give her a selfie with her big brother and Judge laughing in the background being close. She capture the photo and send it to Hobie.

Billie: Miles & BOI!

Hobie stopped for a few second then text her.

Hobie: I'm coming, lass

She could read that, being very proud she became successful. "Boo-boo, what are you doing?" Her big brother came by wanting to check up on her only to find her on her iPad.

"Nuthin'!" She muffled through her pacifier.

Miles blinks a couple of times at his little sister's response, "Re-really?"

"Huh uh!" She set her iPad aside, got up with her two little legs and reached her arms out, "UP! UP!"

Miles picks her up having to carry her, "What's wrong, boo-boo? You hungry?"

"Mmm!" She snuggles her big brother a bit more, then she spotted Judge eating her Cheetos puffs! Oh, he's gonna get it. "Cheetos! Cheetos!" She squirms with her hand tugging on her big brother's tank top.

"Oh you want some Cheetos puffs?" Miles took one to give to her.

Judge chews, "My bad, cheetos be fire with soda." He almost finished the whole bag.

"Nah, it's cool, man." Miles giggles.

Billie took the Cheetos puff and pull out her pacifier to take a bite, "Cheeto!" She pouts at Judge, "My Cheetos!"

"Billie," Miles frowns, "That's not very nice. Judge is our guest. Hey, you need a refill?" He looks at his friend.

"Sure."Judge said while eating the rest of the Cheetos bag.

"Awe," Billie gasps at her favorite snacks being gone, she pouts at her brother.

"Don't worry, boo-boo. We got another bag. Remember sharing is carrying." He had her on his hip, holding her with his left arm. Miles went over to the fridge to pull out a bottle of Cola, he twist the cap with his thumb and index finger. Billie watches her brother pour some soda in Judge's cup, "So, after Japan are you going to South Korea or Singapore?"

"Awe, man. I would love to go to Singapore, man. That place looks so fire. South Korea... hmm." Judge thought for a second before saying, "I kinda do want to go but probably later one. I'm planning to go to Germany to visit my cousins."

"No way, you got family in Germany?"

"Yup, since on my mom side is mix with Moroccan, her family is mix with African and Arab descendants. So some relatives move to Germany for education, some to France or Britain." He pop Cheetos puff in his mouth.

"Damn, I never knew that. That's pretty cool. So ya'll visit them often?"

"I use to, but my mom wants to go to visit my aunt and her family." Judge shrugs, "What about you? Aren't ya going somewhere?"

"Well... with school and work. I've been so busy. I do want to visit my grandma and family in Puerto Rico, but I'm not sure if I can. My dream is to go to Japan and see all the cool stuff there." He fantasize going to Japan for the culture and anime stuff.

"You should go. You can totally survive with 2k of dollars if you're smart enough to budget." His friend explained.

Billie chews her Cheeto puff very slowly waiting for Hobie to come. "I guess, but I don't got 2k to spend like that. I need to pay for books and stuff, you know."

"That is true, dude. You're at a Legacy school!" He said.

The two talk some more unaware of a Celestial portal opening in Miles' bedroom, they didn't hear the heavy thud of combat boots or the chains dangling against each other on a buckled belt.

The door slowly opens having to reveal a punker with a dark look on his face, his eyes narrowed as he spotted the random boy in his Sunflower's home.

Miles' felt his Spider Senses going off when he noticed an unease sense of his punker. "Hmm, Hobie?" He turns over his shoulder after he saw Judge's face fell into a frighten stare.

"Dude, who dat fuck is that?" Judge asked out loud.

Billie turns her head with a big smile on her face, "Obie! Obie!" The punker actually had a more intense punker outfit with everything being black and silver, his makeup look more intense. He painted his eyes into a black smokey bar lines, black lipstick and red contact on one right eye and an Anarchy symbol white contact on the other. He got a lot more accessories having this "Scary" look.

The Morales family got use to this style so this didn't phased them. Not even Billie was afraid, instead she happily giggles, "Obie! Obie!"

"Bae..." Miles looks over at Judge knowing he can't ask him why he's here instead he lied, "Your awake. I didn't think you would wake up."

"Hey, Sunflower." Hobie put one arm around his boyfriend's shoulder with a glaring mean mug directing at Judge. "Who's dis bloke?" His voice deep, rasps sounding a bit dangerous.

"BAE? Miles, who the heck is this?" Judge looked very confused and scared at the punker. "Weren't you dating some rocker dude? Now your into some guy looking like he's part of Metal band?"

"Judge, this is Hobie. He's just dressed different." Miles kisses his boyfriend's cheek, "Bae, this is Judge. Remember him. You met him a couple of times at parties..."

"THIS IS HOBIE? Bro look so different." And frankly, scary as fuck! If he could say the rest of his sentence.

"Not a clue." Hobie grunts being like a guard dog to his boyfriend.

Miles arched his eyebrow, knowing his partner is jealous as hell. "Bae, Judge is just a friend."

Billie pouts at her brother, "Miles and boi, Obie! Obie!" She tugs on Hobie's shirt, "Boi!" She pointed having to squint her eyes at Judge.

"Wah?" Judge saw the glares he got from the two, especially the way Billie squint her eyes at him like a cat.

Miles said, "Hold on, you two. You guys need to be nice to Judge. He's a friend from high school! Stop it." He had to scold his boyfriend a baby sister. Then apologize to his friend, "I'm so sorry, man. I didn't expect this from them."

"It's all good, man. I didn't think you were with him... I thought he was a fling then again, we rarely hang out after high school." His friend trying to ease the tension down.

"Hah, I know, everyone didn't think me and him would be together." Miles kisses his boyfriend on the cheek, again. This calms Hobie down.

Billie felt at ease with Hobie here, "Obie! Obie!"

"Yes, lass." He took her off from his Sunflower's arm to hold her.

She patted his cheek, "Hehe." Then snuggles against him being happy he's here.

Miles blink a bit surprised at his little sister, and his boyfriend gave a small chuckles, "Don't worry, lil blu. I'll always protect your brother." This made Billie calm enough to take a nap, all this tension exhausted her. So she suckled her pacifier while she fallen asleep in the punker's arm.

Judge nervously said, "Heh, so this been something..."

"Hahaha, don't worry about them. They just love me so much." Miles said with a small smile on his face.

"I can see that." Judge will never admit to Miles that he's envious having this much love.

After Judge left, Miles finally asked his man what happened. Billie finally woken up from her nap. Her big eyes still in Hobie's arms.

"Sunflower, lil Blue send me a text. Check the iPad. It's bonkers, I know, but she was worried for me. She literally thought you were cheating on me." Hobie explained.

Miles being disbelief went to get his sister's iPad, instead of freaking out he was amazed that his little sister text Hobie! "NO WAY! Billie texted you! This is crazy! She even responded back?" He scrolls seeing how his little sister did the best she could. "Wait, she thought I was cheating on you! Boo-boo!"

Billie shrugs, "A boi!"

"See. You gave made her scared, Sunflower. Never saw a bloke like that and all alone without me around. Scandalous." Hobie jokes.

"Oh hush, you were all 'grr, don't touch my Sunflower'." Miles huffs.

"I have to be scary. It's my nature." Hobie chuckled, "Besides this look was meant for a concert."

"Obie not scary. Obie good." Billie patted him.

Miles sighs, "Well, at least she has your back, bae."

"Hah, and she texted me first!" His boyfriend gave a smug smirk.

When Miles' parents came home from work, they were surprised to find out Billie knowing how to text. The three year old happily demonstrated her skills by sending them a text.

Billie: Miles & a boi! A Boi!

Rio giggles, "A boi? Does she mean Obie?"

Hobie chuckles, "Actually it's a funny story."

"Let me guess," Jeff rub his chin, "One of Miles' old friends came by to visit and Billie thought it was weird. Then she went ahead to text you?"

"Wow, that was fast?" Miles asked his dad.

"I'm good at my job." Jeff smirks.

Hobie sips his soda, "I scared him good."

"How?" Rio asked having to hold her daughter.

"My looks."

Jeff and Rio tilted their head not being afraid of the punker's style. They gotten so use to it, it felt like one of his normal clothing. "Hmph, I don't see it." Rio said.

"Maybe if you add red eyeliner underneath?" Jeff crossed his arms giving advice.

Miles giggles, "I didn't know you an expert, dad."

"Just giving some advice."

Hobie said, "I'll try that next time, pops. So, mamí Morales, what's for dinner?"

"Hmm, how about some Shrimp con Mofongo y arroz con habichuelas?" She wanted to cook something easy today.

"Habichuelas! Mamá, yo quiero arroz con Habichuelas. Por favor." Billie spoke in Spanish being so hungry for rice and beans.

"Sí, mi amor. Just hold on for a few minutes. Miles, take out the pot from the fridge."

"On it!"

Rio handed her daughter to Hobie, whiles she gets to cooking. Billie and Hobie sat watching the two. They couldn't wait for dinner.

[queen-of-the-misfit-toys]

Reset

Benophie Week 2024

Warnings: nothing but angst, a little bit of injury

Word count: 2.1k

My entry for Benophie Week, day two. Trope: second chances. This is the longest thing I've written in probably 8 months or so. I hope everyone enjoys.

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“Hi Daph. What's up?”

“How did you know it was me?”

“Ummmm…a little thing called caller ID, sister.”

“Oh right. Of course. Anyway, I need you to do something for me please. BB has had an accident at school and they have taken her to A&E and they won't start treatment until a family member is there. And…”

“You're on bed rest. Right, of course I'll go but where is Simon? Or Mum? I wouldn't normally be your first choice.”

“Simon is in York on a business thing and Hy is having her wisdom teeth out today so Mum can't go. And Anthony and Kate…”

“Are out of the country. What hospital did she go to, Daph? I'll leave right away.”

“She's at St. Mary's. Thank you so much, brother.”

“Of course, Daphne. No thanks needed. I'll keep you updated on everything.”

“Thanks again!! Oh, oh, Benedict before you go you need to know…Sophie is with her.”

(Radio Silence)

“Ben? Benedict? Are you there? Hello?”

“I'm here, Daphne. Why, pray tell, is my ex-girlfriend with her? I know you're still friends but…”

“Sophie is her teacher this year, brother. And I trust her implicitly so she is on the approved list to take the kids from school if needed. But the hospital needs a family member. It's just for a little while, Ben. I'm sure she'll leave once you get there.”

“It's not an issue, Daph, really. Just a bit of a surprise. Talk to you soon.”

“I love you, big brother. Thank you.”

“Love you too.”

Three years since he had seen her. Heard her voice. Been in her presence. And he still loved her just as much as he did then. He could do this. He HAD to do this. He had no choice. He grabbed his keys and was out the door.

“I am here for Belinda Basset please.” He announced to the receptionist at the desk.

“Are you a family member?”

“Yes. I am her uncle. My name is on her family list. Benedict Bridgerton.”

“Right. Just a moment. Jesus, there's a ton of you lot, aren't there?”

“My parents loved each other very much.” He quipped, eliciting a laugh from everyone around.

“Alright, just sign these forms and you can go to her.”

Benedict quickly scribbled his signature and was directed to station two. He steadied his nerves as he walked down the hall. Three years. Three bloody years. He took a deep breath and opened the door.

“Belinda Belle, what have you done to yourself, my love?”

“Uncle Benny!!! I can't fly, Uncle Benny! I tried but I fell!”

He took his niece from Sophie's lap, hugging her tight to him.

“Sophie. You're looking well. Mind telling me what happened?”

“She was on top of the climbing frame and jumped off, trying to fly as she said. It happened very quickly.” She said, patting BB’s back as she clung to her uncle.

“Was no one watching them? Isn't that kind of your job?”

Sophie glared him down.

“Sorry. Sorry. I'm just concerned for her.”

“As I said, Benedict, it happened very quickly. I was by her side the minute she hit the ground.”

“Thank you for that, Sophie. I'll take it from here if you want to leave.”

“NOOOOOO!!! Don't leave!! Please, Miss Sophie!! Please stay!!”

“BB darling, Uncle Benny is here now. You don't really need me here, sweetheart.”

“Please Miss Sophie!! I want you both here! Please don't go!”

Sophie looked at Benedict, searching his face for…what she didn't know.

“If it's okay with Uncle Benedict I'll stay.”

“Please Uncle Benny?? Please don't make her go!”

“Of course I won't, Darling. Miss Sophie can stay if you want her to.”

Sophie sat down next to Benedict, waiting for the doctor.

*Knock knock*

“Your Graces. So pleased to meet you. I'm Dr. Dorset and will be treating young Belinda today.”

“Oh. Oh no. We're not married. Or her parents. I'm her teacher.” Sophie stammered quickly. “We have no children together. No chance.”

“Nice one, Soph.” Benedict quipped. “But she is right, Dr. Dorset. I am Belinda's uncle, Benedict Bridgerton. The duchess is my sister and I'm filling in today.”

“I see. So you will be authorizing her treatment today. She has a dislocated shoulder, Mr. Bridgerton. For adults we normally manipulate it back into place in the room. I don't like to do that with children. Too traumatizing. We normally put them under light anesthesia for this. It won't take long but it is a good few hours including recovery. Will that be alright?”

“Of course. Whatever is best for her.”

“Excellent. I'll send a nurse in to give her a shot to calm her and start the anesthesia.”

“NOOOOOO!!! No shots, Uncle Benny! Please!!” Belinda cried as she buried her head in his chest.

“But it must be done to help you, sweetheart. To make the hurt go away.” He kissed her head as she cried harder.

“Darling, do you remember last year when you bloodied your knee? You did not want the antiseptic because it hurt but do you remember how much better you felt afterwards? This is the same, BB. It will hurt for a moment but will feel so much better. And I will be right here with you. Can you be my brave girl?” He soothed as he stroked her hair.

Belinda stared at him and then at Sophie.

“You'll BOTH be here? You won't leave me alone?” She sniffled.

“We would never leave you alone, sweetheart.” Benedict cooed as he wiped her tears.

“We're right here with you, BB.” Sophie promised.

“I don't have to stay, Benedict.” Sophie said after BB had been rolled away. “I know you're uncomfortable with me here. God knows I am.”

“Do you have somewhere or someone to get to? You promised her, Sophie. We both promised her we'd be here. So we'll act like adults and deal with it. Besides, how are you going to leave? You rode in the ambulance with her.”

“No I don't have somewhere to be, Ben. I was just trying to alleviate the tension. I'll call an Uber to take me to my car. That's what I was going to do anyway.”

“No. Not going to happen. You'll stay here with me until she is released and I will drive you to get your car.”

“The three of us won't fit in your two seater Jag.”

“I don't have the jag anymore, Sophie. I have a very…God help me…sensible minivan.”

Sophie broke into giggles.

“You what? Why would you get a van, Benedict? Not exactly the vehicle of choice for a rich, young, devastatingly handsome man.”

“It's practical. With the amount of my nieces and nephews already and the number growing seemingly everyday, it seemed the thing to do. Did you say devastatingly handsome?”

“I always knew you'd be a wonderful family man. You were superb just now with BB. Your girlfriend is a lucky woman.” She said softly, looking away so he wouldn't see the tears forming.

“I don't have a girlfriend, Soph. Why would you think I do? I haven't really dated anyone since…well…us.”

“Oh. Daphne said she liked the woman you brought to her New Year's party so I just figured…” Her voice trailed off.

Benedict sighed, running his hands through his hair.

“She was a model for a shoot. She was desperate to go to a society party so I figured what the hell. It meant nothing and she left with another guy. A baron or something. A pointless non-date if you will. What about you? Since we're getting personal here.”

“Nothing of any note. A few dates here and there. Pointless, as you say.”

“Good. Well, not good. But…anyway. We've gotten that out of the way.

“Yes, quite.”

“Yes indeed.”

An hour or so passed in silence, each devotedly buried in their phones.

Until.

“What happened, Sophie?”

“What?”

“I asked what happened? Why did you end us? What did I do? Or say? What could I have done to prevent it?”

Sophie took several deep breaths, trying to gather her thoughts. Which was quite difficult with Benedict staring her down.

“Well?”

“You didn't do anything, Benedict. It just needed to happen. I couldn't give you what you needed. End of story.”

“What I needed? What exactly did I need that you couldn't provide, Sophie? Shouldn't I have a clue about what that was?”

“You wouldn't understand.” Sophie whispered as tears began to fall.

“You're right. I don't understand. But you've never given me a chance to. You left with no warning. No communication. I was devastated, Sophie! I still am if I'm honest. I thought we were forever. We had plans, we were going to have children..our own family..a home in the country…and…and then you were just gone! So no, I do not understand!”

“Children, Benedict! You wanted children and I couldn't give them to you! I couldn’t give you the family you want! You deserve that. You deserve the world and I can't be that!”

“Soph”

*Knock knock*

“Excuse me, Mr. Bridgerton. Belinda did very well and is in recovery now. She should be ready to go home shortly.”

“Thank you, Dr. Dorset. For everything.”

“Why didn't you tell me, Sophie?”

He came and sat next to her, taking her hand in his.

“Did you think that would change my feelings for you? That I wouldn't love you anymore?

I still love you, Sophie. Even after you left me in the dust.”

“What? You can't be serious, Benedict.”

“I am serious. Deadly serious. You were it for me, Sophie. No one will ever compare. I couldn't care less if you can have children. I wish you had given me the chance to prove myself to you.”

“You deserve to be happy, Benedict. I thought I was doing you a favor. Giving you the chance to have a family. You never had to prove anything to me. I knew you wouldn't abandon me but you'd always be disappointed. And I couldn't live with you being disappointed in me.”

He brought her hand to his lips, kissing her knuckles.

“Sophie. You should have talked to me. Let me know what was happening. I could have helped you through it.”

“I'm sorry, Benedict. I never wanted you to suffer too.”

“You know Frannie has the same issue. Well, she can't have children so far, I don't know if you two have the same medical issue. Anyway, she is undergoing some treatments to see if they will help. You could try the same. I can get the information from her.” He said softly.

“Maybe if I ever have a partner again I will. Thank you, Ben.”

“Oh my brave darling!! Come to Mummy, my love!” Daphne met them at the door, reaching for her little girl.

“Daphne!! She's asleep so please get back to bed. Don't make me carry you too!”

“I'm going, I'm going! Take her to my room. I want her close to me.”

“She was an angel, Daph. So good for the doctors.” Sophie said as she hugged her friend.

“Thank you for staying with her too, Sophie. I hope it wasn't too unbearable.”

“It was fine, Daphne, really it was. He couldn't have been sweeter.” She said, squeezing her hand.

“Alright sister, she is tucked up tight, just waiting on Mummy to join her. Where are the others by the way?”

“They went home with the Mondrichs for a sleepover. Alice is a brave woman with her children and mine.”

“Wonderful! Now you get back to bed! Can't have anything happen to this little one,” he said, patting her belly, “And I need to get Sophie home.”

Daphne hugged them both.

“Thank you two for everything today! You're angels! Now go get some rest.”

“What about me, Soph?” he asked as they drove away.

“What about you, Benedict?”

“To try and make a family with. If you want to try of course. I understand if you don't. But if you do…would you consider me?” he whispered.

“Really Benedict? I don't like it when you joke like this. This situation is already hard enough without you mocking me.”

“I'm not joking or mocking you, Soph. Jesus, I already told you I still love you. I know you probably don't feel the same but at least consider me as an option. At least neither of us would be alone.”

Silence filled the car for several minutes, broken only by the soft whirring of the engine.

“I still love you too, Ben.” Sophie murmured, hanging her head.

“What was that, Soph? What did you say?”

“I said I still love you, you bloody idiot!”

Benedict pulled the car off the road into the grass.

“What are you doing?”

“Come home with me, Soph. Right now. Nothing has to happen. We'll just talk. Figure out what to do. A reset if you will. Please, Sophie, say you will!”

“I will, Ben. I love you.”

“I love you, Sophie. Let's go home.”

[footballfanficwriter]

Suprise!

Summary: the reader gets a special suprise from kylian

Kylian has been stressing about the game against Bayern and he's been working and training day and night even here at home, everytime I try spending time with him he's either too tired or getting ready for practice

It feels like we're barely seen eachother in the past 2 weeks, but I completely understand why

It's just that sometimes I wish he was a normal guy with a normal Job, not Kylian Mbappe the footballer, but I know he wouldn't be happy with such a life

This is gonna be the first time we're not celebrating the day and just the thought makes my heart clench

Right now I'm sitting on the bed watching him get ready

"You ready to go?" He asks

"Yeah"

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing"

"You sure? "

"Yup, don't worry about me babe"

"It's my job to worry about you"

"Well, don't, c'mon we're gonna be late"

"Ok"

We get into the car and I drive us to the stadium

"Wish me luck"

"Good luck love"

"Thanks, love you"

"Love you more" I say

He heads to the changing room and I make my way to my seat and the match starts

After the match

"Good Job babe, so proud of you"

"Thank you"

We get into the car and drive back home

"Huh, I'm so tired" he says

"Yeah I can imagine"

When we get there, I fish into my bag for the keys and open the door

As I open the door I see red rose petals making a trail to a table set for two

"Kylian what is this"

"You didn't think I'd forget did you?"

I turn around and see him holding my favorite flowers and chocolate

"I did think you forgot"

"Why would I forget our anniversary"

"You were so busy training and working so hard I didn't think you'd remember"

"Well I did remember"

"But I didn't get you anything" I say

"It's fine amour I don't need anything, I just want you"

I go in for a hug and hide my face into his chest as I try not to blush

"Are you blushing"

"No" I say

" you are aren't you"

I stay silent

"Aww you are, c'mon I have something for you"

He drags me to the table and pulls out my chair for me

"Thank you"

"You're welcome amour"

We start making conversation and he starts telling me about the past two week and I do the same

Kylian tries to make jokes but they are so bad I can't help but laugh at them, we spend the rest of the night messing around and goofing around until we finally calm down

"Kylian?"

"Oui, Amour"

"I have a present for you too"

"Yeah?"

"Yup, I'll go get it"

I heard upstairs grab the gift and head back Downstairs

"Here, I was gonna give it to you tomorrow but I figured why not now " I say and hand him the gift

It's a box that's wrapped up and he looks at it weird

"What is it" he asks

"Just open it"

He slides the top up and sees a cup

On the top of the box it says:

"Prompoted to"

Then a cup that says:

"Dad"

"Y/n, is this real"

"Yeah it's real" I say

"Please don't joke with me"

"I'm not Joking Kylian, it's true"

"I need to hear you say it"

"Say what?"

"That it's true"

"It's true Kylian"

"No say the words"

There's a silence

"I'm pregnant "

He let's out a gasp that I don't think was intentional

"Oh mon dieu"

he gets up from his chair and picks me up and twirls us around

"We're gonna be parents" he says with tears in his eyes

"Yeah we are" I say

"I can't believe this"

He starts kissing me and hugging me

"Je t'aime mon amour"

"Je t'aime aussi, mon mari"

"est-ce une fille ou un garçon" he asks

"Je ne sais pas" I say

"But does it matter" I ask

"No it doesn't, I just want our child to be healthy" he says

"Yeah me too" I say

He laughs and kisses me again

I can't wait to see Kylian playing with our baby girl or boy and sharing family moments with eachother

I know for a fact he will be a great father

[sublimecatgalaxy]

I am back in my Hermione obsession so✨

“Why are you here?”

“I didn’t have anywhere else to go.”

Maybe Enemies to Lovers?

Looking through the peephole on my door, I frown seeing Hermione on the other side, tears running down her red cheeks, lips turned down in a pout. I open the door slowly and only leaving her a crack to speak through and she huffs, giving me an eye roll in return.

"Can I just come in?" She asks, folding her arms across her chests as an attempt to warm up but I sigh, tilting my head at her.

"Why would I let you come in?" I ask, heartstrings tugging painfully in my chest at the site of her looking so broken but I have to uphold some sort of dignity. Who would I be if I just let my ex girlfriend walk straight through the door after every single time she comes to me?

I'd be weak. Maybe I am.

"I didn't have anywhere else to go." Her bottom lip wobbles pitifully, wide, normally kind eyes now hardened and filled with tears and I crack, stepping out of the way so she can step past me and into my apartment. I watch her shoulders roll in relief as soon as she slips her shoes and jacket off, making her way over to my fireplace to warm up.

"Why are you here?" I ask, keeping my distance but curious as to what's sent her here this time. Last time it was a huge fight with Ron and Harry over something trivial in the Wizarding world- which muggle like me is not supposed to be aware of- and the time before that was regarding bad grades she was earning because she 'couldn't stop thinking about our break up'.

"My parents- we got in a big bloody fight and they sent me a letter telling me not to come home." My heart stops in my chest and I pause, lips parting in a simple shock as she looks up at me through tears.

"I'm sorry that happened." I mutter, sitting down on the couch behind her, folding my hands in my lap awkwardly. Why am I awkward, this is my house?

"I'm sorry too, I just didn't know what to do. Harry and Ron are busy." She runs her fingers through her hair, gripping out of frustration and I really fight the urge to wrap my arms around her and comfort her. It can't be this easy for her to come back into my life after breaking my heart. "May I just stay here tonight? You won't even know I'm here." Her question makes me pause, skin flushing at the thought of me offering her my bed so I can stay on the couch, knowing she's feet away from me, in my space, and probably my clothes...

"Yeah sure, fine." I reply, heart aching at the relieved smile that slips across her beautiful lips, a blush dancing on her cheekbones.

"Thank you, you're my hero." She breathes out a breath and places a hand over her broken heart, filling my own broken heart with a familiar sense of fondness. Having her here is difficult for me but dealing with the absence of her is harder.

"Hermione," I mutter, catching her attention before she can turn back around to face the fire. "I'm sorry for being hard on you." She gives me an apologetic smile, reminding me that I don't have to apologize to her, that she owes me for all of the heartbreak she's brought to my life. "You can come here anytime." We fall into another comfortable bought of silence, my eyes never leaving her side profile as she, with a smile, turns to look back at the fire, watching the flickering flames as they light up her beautiful face.

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[sporco-filth]

slob superhero

A story I wrote a decently long time ago.

In Slob City, 'Villains' intend to ruin everyone's lives by cleaning up the city or making everyone healthy but Slobguy always saves the day.

I wanted to write more about other villains but i never got around to it (and don't have many ideas for them) so the only story i have is this one: Captain Health arrives in Slob City and terrorises the populace with things like 'vegetables' and 'exercise'. Slobguy puts aside the important business of lounging on the couch to stop him.

It was a beautiful day in Slob City. Trash filled the streets, noxious fumes filled the air and the city's overweight residents pigged out on junk food from the fast food outlets on every street corner. Bob Gutt sat in his house, watching TV as usual. It was an uneventful day and Bob was trying to work on getting his full twenty-three hours of sedentary activity and stick to his 200 step limit. He scratched his gut lazily and slurped on a milkshake. He could sit like this all day.

Unfortunately, the world had other plans. Just then, the reality TV show Bob had been watching was interrupted by a news report. 'We apologise for the interruption,' the news reporter said. 'But this is breaking news.' The reporter was dressed in a food stained T-shirt and was overweight, just like Bob. It was highly likely he was wearing nothing but an old smelly pair of underpants under the desk, but then again lots of people in Slob City walked around in their underwear, so that wouldn't be much of a surprise. 'A strange man has appeared in the city square, home to the world's largest food court, and is apparently forcing people to eat healthily. We turn now to John for an in-person account.' 'Thanks Mike,' the screen split in two to show another reporter, this one standing at the city square.

He was dressed similarly sloppily to the first reporter. 'That's right: a mysterious man who calls himself Captain Health has been terrorising innocent civilians and making them eat things such as "vegetables" and "fruits".' 'What are they?' Mike asked. 'I don't exactly know,' John replied. 'It's the term that this Captain Health is using to refer to these strange foodstuffs. I have yet to see one in person, but an eyewitness saw one and said it was a green coloured object.' 'Green?' Mike said confused. 'Yes, green. A far cry from the normally golden brown deliciousness we eat daily.' 'How are the victims?' 'Terrible, Mike. One of them told us she was feeling healthy and refreshed, like she could run and jump about all day.' 'That's horrible!' 'I know. To make matters worse, it even appears certain victims have begun to lose weight.' Mike shuddered. 'I can hardly stand the thought.' Just then, a brightly dressed man appeared beside John. 'Hey there,' he said. 'I'm Captain Health. Would you like something to eat?' The reporter was initially scared but suddenly a calm washed over him. 'OK,' he said. 'Sure.' 'No! John!' Mike cried, but it was too late: John had already accepted an apple from. Captain Health and had taken a bite. His eyes lit up and he looked more vibrant instantly. It even seemed like he was a little thinner. It was disgusting. 'Wow!' He exclaimed. 'I feel so much energy! I want to go for a run or something.' John dropped his microphone and dashed off. Mike was left speechless as the feed cut off. 'We apologise to any parents watching with their children for any traumatic images they may have been exposed to,' he said. 'We will keep you updated on this situation as it unfolds. We recommend you stay indoors and continue to eat junk food.' Mike took a bite out of a hamburger sitting on his desk and slurped some soda. 'Belch. For the time being, we will return to scheduled programming, but keep on the look out for any updates throughout the day, burp.' The show Bob was watching returned and he sighed.

'I guess that puts an end to my plans to do nothing.' He got up and went to the toiletroom (houses in Slob City didn't have baths, or showers for that matter) where he pulled the flusher of the toilet in the opposite direction. Suddenly the toilet moved to reveal a capsule and a tunnel in the wall. Bob hopped in, kicking a few empty soda cans out of the way, and the capsule brought him down deep underground. Soon, Bob arrived in a large cavern. It looked like a cross between a garbage dump, a garage and an office: trash littered the floor and a few large vehicles sat in front of a garage door, while off to one side a desk covered in papers faced a widescreen TV. Bob went over to the computer at the desk and typed a code into it. From the wall, a glass cabinet containing a superhero costume appeared. It wasn't exactly your typical superhero costume. It did have visible underwear, but that was because there weren't any pants to speak of. The top was just a dirty singlet and it didn't even have a mask. To the untrained eye, it would just look like someone's dirty laundry if it weren't for the big SG emblem on the singlet drawn on in food stains and the smaller, brown one that emblazoned the back of the undies, drawn using something better left unmentioned. In reality, it was a high-tech outfit designed for a superhero. Bob swapped his regular clothes for his costume and typed at the computer a bit more. A map of Slob City appeared with the city centre shown by a red circle. 'It's not too far away,' he noted. 'I think the ol' Slobmobile will suffice.' He pressed another button and the vehicle in mention turned on and the garage door opened. Bob's chair moved him to the car and he hopped in. 'OK, Slobguy is go!'

Bob, you see, was no ordinary man. He was Slobguy: defender of the gross, the dirty and the unhealthy. Slob City's saviour.

The Slobmobile sped through the city streets, leaving a trail of dirty exhaust in its wake. Very soon he reached the city centre and saw the havoc unfolding: everywhere people were exercising and running about. It was unlike anything Bob had ever seen before. 'I have to save these poor people,' he said. He turned to the nearest person he could find, a woman doing push ups. 'Ultra-lazy Yawn!' Bob cried and let out a loud yawn. The woman slowed down and seemed tired all of a sudden. 'Oh, I'm feeling… sleepy…' she yawned. 'I better take a nap…' Bob smiled. This shouldn't be too hard. Just as he was about to move on to the next person, he noticed the woman stirring. 'Ah, that was a refreshing rest,' she sighed. 'I feel even more energetic!' Suddenly she started doing push ups at an even faster rate than before. 'Alright, looks like that just made things worse.' He thought about the problem. 'What I need to do is fight this at the source: the vege-watchimacallit things. Maybe if I can get them to eat some junk food, they'll go back to normal.' Bob pulled out a slice of greasy meat lovers pizza from his underwear (one of the special abilities of his undies was that they could store anything). He offered it to the woman. 'Hey, would you like something to eat?' The woman shook her head. 'I'm still full from the celery I ate. It's full of fibre!' Bob didn't know what "celery" or "fibre" were and he didn't want to find out. 'OK, that didn't work either.' He took a bite of the pizza: no use having it go to waste.

He got an idea. 'I'm looking at this all wrong: the source isn't the food, it's the guy giving it out! Captain Health!' 'You called?' Captain Health himself appeared before Bob. Bob was shocked: he had never seen anyone so thin and muscular in his life. The guy looked horrible. 'Would you like something nutritious and fresh to eat?' he smiled. Bob shook his head, but soon felt a strange compulsion rush over him. He felt a desire for something healthy. It was unsettling, but Bob could barely control himself as he took a carrot from Captain Healthy's outstretched hand. Just as he was about to eat it, he heard a cry. 'No Slobguy! Don't!' Before he could put the vegetable into his mouth, he saw something come flying from the direction of the voice. It landed into his mouth and Bob chewed. It was a doughnut. A delicious, sticky, sweet doughnut. Bob was broken out of the trance and quickly let out a yawn. Captain Health was overwhelmed by the yawn and fell to his knees. 'Whew,' he sighed. 'I feel, tired, all of a sudden…' Bob looked at the carrot in his hand and used his slob powers to rot it and then create slimy muck that held Captain Health in place. 'That was a close one,' he said and looked to try to find his rescuer. It was a young guy, in his late teens, overweight and slobby like the average resident. He waddled over to Bob, panting. 'I was worried,' he said. 'I thought you might eat that thing and lose your powers or something, then we'd all be doomed.' 'Thanks kid,' Bob smiled. 'What's you're name?' 'Federico, but you can call me Fed.' 'I'm Slobguy, though you know that already.' 'Here,' Fed said, giving Bob an XXXL soda. 'Drink this so he can't do that same trick on you again.' 'Thanks, I could do with a quick-thinking assistant like you,' Bob grinned. He couldn't dwell on this for long, since he had to deal with the matter at hand still. 'So, Captain Health,' Bob said dismissively as he sucked on his drink. 'What have you done here?' Captain Health groggily opened his eyes. 'I was… trying to make everyone here healthier,' he explained. 'So I formulated some ultra nutritious vegetables designed to improve weight-loss and health. I knew you all would probably resist my efforts though, so I decided I would have to use some mind control to get you guys to eat the fruit and vegetables in the first place. I know it was a bit heavy handed, but it was for your own good.' 'How do you control this hypnosis thing?' 'It's the vegetables,' he said. 'It's a mix of scent and sight cues designed to make them look appealing.' 'And where are you keeping them?' 'In those boxes over there,' Captain Health pointed. Bob walked over to them and stopped drinking for a moment in order to let out a massive belch. The vegetables decayed quickly in the noxious fumes.

'That's that dealt with,' he said, scratching his bum as he headed back to Captain Health and Fed. 'Now we just need to get everyone unfit again.' 'Eventually they'll get hungry again,' Fed said. 'And when they do we just need to feed them junk food.' 'Ha, that's where you're wrong!' Captain health exclaimed. 'My hypnosis make them hate junk food so much that they'll only eat vegetables!' Bob thought this over. If only there was a vegetable that was also a junk food. Unfortunately, Bob didn't actually know what a vegetable was. 'Hey, Health dude,' he said, turning to Captain Health. 'What are vegetables?' 'Do you mean an exact, scientific definition or do you really not know what they are?' 'I really don't know,' Bob said. 'But let's just make it easy: give me some examples.' Captain Health was a bit confused, but obliged. 'Let's see… Carrots, broccoli, cauliflower… lettuce, kale, asparagus… Potatoes, I guess… Artichoke, cabbage, tomato, but technically that's a fruit…' 'Wait a minute,' Bob exclaimed. 'Go back.' 'Cabbage?' 'Further.' 'Artichoke? Potato?' 'Yes, potatoes!' Bob had an idea. 'Fed, get me all the potato-based food you can find. If anyone asks, tell them it's for Slob Guy and that he'll pay them back.' 'Will do, sir!' Fed headed off and so did Bob, buying all the potato-based fast food they could get: chips, potato cakes, fries, potato mash with gravy, those potato swirl thingies, and so on and so forth. When they had enough, Bob went over to one of the victims. 'Hey, I bet all that exercise has made you hungry. Want something to eat? It's made of vegetables.' 'I don't mind if I do,' the woman took the packet of chips and ate a handful. 'Wow! These taste so good!' Suddenly her healthy radiance faded and she stopped doing star jumps. 'Ooh, why I am exercising?' she asked, confused. 'I need to go home and sit down for a while…' Bob's plan had worked! He and Fed went around, handing out potato goods to everyone and eventually they were all back to normal. By the time they were through, the police had arrived to deal with Captain Planet. 'Sorry we're late, Slob Guy,' one of the officers said, licking a bit of icing sugar off his top. 'We had to stop to get some doughnuts.' 'That's all right, I'd have done the same.' 'What do we do with this guy?' 'I think I've got a punishment that'll fit his crime…' Bob grabbed a potato cake from the pile of junk food and brought it over to Captain Health. 'Eat up, Captain Health!' 'No! No!' Captain Health squirmed but it was no use and Bob forced it down his mouth. All of a sudden, his vitality drained out of him and he looked tired and weak. 'Junk food is my one weakness,' he explained. 'My powers have been lost…' Bob smiled. 'Now you can enjoy a life of laziness and fast food just like the rest of us.' He turned to the officers. 'Take him away, boys. I doubt he'll be causing any more trouble anytime soon.' The ex-captain Health was taken away and Bob was left with Fed. 'You know, Fed, I think there might be an opening down at Slob Guy HQ for a sidekick. How would you like to be it?' Fed's eyes widened. 'No way! It'd be a dream come true!'

And so the day was saved and Slob Guy now had a new assistant: the Piglet!