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Just Sam and Bucky, somehow failing to make hotdogs at home. They just can’t get it right. They don’t know why.
#the daily sambucky fluff diary#sambucky#sam wilson#bucky barnes#sambucky headcanons#domestic fluff#why won’t their hotdogs turn out right?#they don’t know#my headcanons
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Fat Cat
Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader
Summary: Eddie feeds strays and your cat gets out.
Word Count: 2033
A/n: Not my best work but enjoy it anyway? Also the Eddie Taglist may or may not open up after this one.
Eddie Masterlist
Eddie’s been feeding the strays around the trailer park for as long as he’s been living with his uncle. It started with one skinny kitten coming up to him on the porch while he was eating a hotdog. It let out the softest meow he’d ever heard and he didn’t even hesitate breaking a piece off and dropping it a few feet away from him. Over the years the amount of cats he was feeding grew and scraps of food and leftovers no one was gonna eat became cat food that Eddie went out of his way to get.
Eddie was cleaning up the first time your cat trailed up to his trailer at night. It was one of Wayne's rules, if you’re gonna feed the whole neighborhood at least clean up at night so I don’t have to hear them when I’m trying to sleep. He happened to look up from where he was picking up the scattered pieces of cat food on the porch and came face to face with the fattest orange cat he’d ever seen.
“Hello there. You look like you’ve already eaten five whole bowls.” The cat plopped down and just stared at him. “Oh alright, I guess a little more won’t kill you.”
“Oh my God!” You had rushed over as soon as you spotted Tigger scooping him up without even looking at the now wide eyed boy. “You’re such a fucking dick you know that?”
“I’m sorry?”
“Oh! Not you, sorry! I was talking to this fatass.” You finally looked away from the cat and met his eyes. “He recently learned that he can bust through the shitty screen door if it’s not locked. Were you about to give him food?”
“Uh, I think so?” Eddie wasn’t completely sure what was happening exactly.
“I’m trying to keep him on a diet so hopefully he loses weight. I’m Y/n, just moved into the trailer over that way.” You motioned to a trailer behind you without looking before holding your hand out for him.
“Eddie.” He frantically brushed his hands off on his jeans before standing and taking your own.
“This menace is Tigger and despite who he’s named after he’s the laziest piece of shit you’d ever see. Isn’t that right baby boy?” You brought his face up to yours as you cooed at the cat in your arms that was purring up a storm. “I’ll let you get back to what it was you were doing, bye Eddie see you around!” And with that you turned and hurried back to your trailer leaving Eddie to wish he’d said something, anything, else.
Since then Tigger has found his way over to Eddie’s trailer at least five more times, but most likely more because those are just times Eddie’s caught him when he’s getting home from work. He’s always quick to scoop the cat up before heading over to your place to drop him off. If you weren’t home he’d leave a note on your door saying he had Tigger and to come get him when you could. But when you were home you’d usher Eddie in and make him dinner as a reward for bringing your baby home. Usually it was some form of pasta but it was always one of the best meals Eddie’s had, and he made sure to tell you.
“Listen all I’m saying is you’ve been in a suspiciously good mood lately and I don’t get why you’d hide a girlfriend from us.” Dustin says for what feels like the millionth time today but really is only the second, Mike asking earlier makes it three times total, as he follows Eddie to his trailer's door.
“I’m not hiding a girlfriend. How many times do I have to tell you I don’t have one?” He groans as he fishes out his key to unlock it glancing over quickly to the porch. He does a double take when he recognizes the orange ball.
“Hey there troublemaker!” He jumps from the stairs and steps to the porch tapping it to get the cat's attention. Tigger turns around at the sound and lets out a small sound while running to Eddie’s hand to be pet. “You get out again?”
“God fucking damnit!” Eddie can hear your yell from your trailer across the way thanks to the door being open and it being a quiet afternoon in the trailer park.
“I’ll take that as a yes.” Eddie smiles as Tigger bumps his head into his hand knowing you’re about to make your way over.
“Are you gonna unlock the door anytime soon or what?” Dustin asks from where he’s been standing at the door.
“Eddie!” Your voice fills his ears before he can respond to Dustin and he turns his head to watch you come towards him, his smile bigger than Dustin’s ever seen. “Please tell me he came over here again.”
“Yep.” He moves out of the way to reveal the cat purring into his hand.
“Thank God! I really have to start locking the door so fatty stops coming over and eating all your food.”
“Don’t be mean.” Eddie snatches Tigger up before you can grab him, protectively holding him close to his chest. “He’s lost weight and deserves a little treat.” That was true, Tigger is now much smaller than he was when Eddie first saw him. Thanks to you taking him on walks, a feat you had to do with his treat bag in hand, and having him on the diet.
“You’re awful, oh my god!” You laugh through your words. “Stop spoiling him before he starts liking you more than he likes me.”
“What am I watching right now?” Dustin pulls the two of your attentions over to him. Eddie throws his head back suppressing a groan at the reminder that he was there at all.
“Oh hello! I’m Y/n, and that’s my cat Tigger.”
“I’m Dustin, Eddie’s best friend.”
“Well it’s nice to meet you Dustin.” You smile at the younger boy and Eddie clears his throat to bring your eyes back to him.
“Has he been gone long?” He nods his head down at the cat in his arms.
“I don’t know, probably not. I just got out of the shower and the door was cracked open so he must’ve escaped while I was in it.” You step closer to him so you can scratch Tigger behind his ears and Eddie’s heart picks up a bit at your closeness. “Are you just getting home?”
“Yeah. I was unlocking the door when I spotted him.”
“Oh!” Your sudden exclamation has Eddie and Dustin both slightly jumping. “I finished your book! Let me take him home and I’ll come right back with it and you can give me the next one.” You take Tigger from his arms and hurry off to your trailer.
Eddie had let you borrow Fellowship of the Ring after you stopped by his trailer to talk to him after seeing him reading on the porch. You had noticed how the book looked like it’s been read more than once and Eddie mentioned it being his favorite series. You’re the one who asked to read it and he had shut the book and handed it to you right then and there.
“So that’s what’s got you in such a good mood.” Dustin states as Eddie comes back up the steps to open the door.
“Alright c'mon punk inside.” He holds the door open for his younger friend.
“Why don’t you ask her out?”
“What makes you think I want to ask her out?” He desperately does but he’s not sure exactly how to. Being friends with a girl? That was always easy for him but going from friends to something else with girls? That was always something that was difficult for him but has become so much harder since the Vecna stuff last year seeing as people barely wanted to be seen around him if they weren’t before even after his name was cleared.
“The heart eyes you got the minute she came over and how it was like watching parents fussing over their child.” Eddie tinges pink at Dustin’s correct descriptions.
“Just shut up and pick a movie. I gotta go find The Two Towers.”
Dustin’s looking through Eddie’s and Wayne’s limited pick of movies, wishing they had stopped by Family Video, when there’s a knock on the door. He knows that it has to be you and in that moment he comes up with a plan without thinking twice about it while he opens the door.
“Hi again!”
“Eddie wants to know if you wanna go on a date with him?”
“What?” Your eyes go wide and you step back a little bit as if the shock of hearing those words come out of Dustin's mouth was so strong that it forced you back. At the same time Eddie freezes in the kitchen, eyes basically bulging out of his head and his mouth agape. What he should do is grab Dustin by the back of his shirt and throw him back into the living room before trying to laugh it off but he can’t get himself to move, stuck in his spot book in hand and heart racing in his chest anxious for what Dustin might say next and how you’re going to react.
“He wants to take you out to dinner or something and then kiss you at your door. Maybe then introduce you to all his friends and move in together and have babies and-” Eddie rushes over and throws his hand over his friend's mouth who’s now on thin ice.
“Okay! That’s enough of that!” He awkwardly chuckles as he shoves Dustin off to the side. He peeks at you out of the corner of his eye before turning to look at you instead of glaring at Dustin when he sees the soft smile on your face.
“Here’s your book. I really really liked it and I can’t wait to read the next one.” Eddie takes your words as a signal that you’re just going to forget everything that was just said to you and he doesn’t know if he’s more disappointed or relieved that you’re not saying anything about it.
“Here.” He hands you the next book while taking the first one from you. “The first one’s my favorite but the rest are just as good.”
“Hey Eddie?”
“Yeah Sweetheart?”
“There’s this movie coming out next week, The Princess Bride, you wanna maybe take me to see it? Then depending on how that goes we can kiss at my door and maybe you can introduce me to your friends.” Eddie’s mouth opens and closes a few times like a fish out of water as he tries to find the words too shocked to think of anything.
“Yeah, yes, I would love to take you out to see it!” He beams at you once he does find the right words and you return one of your own in response.
“Perfect then it’s a date! See you tomorrow probably.” After a quick finger gun and wave you’re hurrying back home to dance around in excitement with Tigger.
“Well, it looks like you should be thanking me.” Dustin says once Eddie steps back from the door and turns to him, arms crossing over his chest.
“Run.”
“What? But I totally just got you a date!” And yet Dustin’s realizing he may have taken it a little too far in the process of getting him said date.
“And I’ll give you a head start because of that. Starting…now.”
“Why don’t we just watch a movie and celebrate the accomplishment that just happened?”
“You’re wasting precious time.” And with that Dustin rushes out of the door Eddie hot on his heels.
“What happened to the head start?!”
“I lied!” With that he tackles Dustin to the ground, both boys laughing in the process of falling. “Thanks.” He punches his arm after a minute of them both just laying there on the ground and stands up offering a hand. “Now let’s go have that movie night you begged me for.” Dustin rolls his eyes following Eddie back inside.
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Everything Taglist: @matchamunson @bubsonnobx @practicalghost @katsukis1wife @crustyowos @yourfavdummy @protecteddiemunson4vr @kennedy-brooke
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You can not tell me Wally won’t be a real bro for his friends if he found out reader has a crush on a certain someone.
Like Wally catch reader staring at someone for a long time with a soft smile on their face and Wally like “you like them don’t you”
And right there Wally turning into reader’s and his friend’s wing man
“Hey that friend there , they love home baked goods”
“Oh yeah random fact reader loves this color “
Wally just trying to play matchmaker
Ooooh, anon! This idea!! So very!! I like wingman Wally very much... I hadn't even thought of this!! Just one of the perks of doing these requests, you get so many fan interpretations and headcanons and whatnot... here's your headcanons anon!! Enjoy!!
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Welcome Home x Reader + Wingman/Matchmaker Wally Headcanons🏠☀️🛼🦴🍪🐛📨🦋🍎
Sally☀️
Wally suggesting you be cast as the lead in her plays
Trying to subconsciously convince her to do a romantic play
Setting you up on a stargazing date
Suggesting you write poetry for her
"Hey Sally I think y/n would love to hear you recite what you've been working on"
One day while you three were all outside a sudden burst of rain came down and Wally kinda ran off (he hates getting wet) but he noticed you and Sally still having fun while he was cowering under a tree or something
Julie🛼
Playing games together
Drawing with sidewalk chalk
Wally inviting you both over for a sleepover and rushing off to go do things like make popcorn to leave you alone
Probably brushing each others' hair at said sleepover
"I bet y/n can't beat you in this game"
Barnaby🦴
"Y/n likes x hotdog toppings, don't you, y/n?"
"Y/n's favorite kind of joke is x type. You should tell them some of those!"
Lounging around together
Falling asleep in a nice warm pile
Waking up and wondering where Wally went
Oh well... sleeping with Barnaby is cozy and now you have him all to yourself
Poppy🍪
Baking together
Wally telling her how brave you are
"Y/n's favorite type of baked good is x, why don't we make them some?"
Making cookies in cute shapes
Poppy getting anxious about something and Wally suggesting she ask you for advice
Howdy🐛
Hanging out with Wally and he suddenly remembers he's out of something, so he asks to visit the bugdega
Wally asking you to pick something up for him at the bugdega
Howdy mentioning it getting tough to work all day by himself so Wally suggests he ask you for help next time you come in
Eddie📨
Wally sending you mail so Eddie has an excuse to go to your house
Eddie eventually recognizing your handwriting and stamps
"Why don't you write a letter to Eddie"
"Oh, you said you've been to x place, haven't you? Y/n has been there too"
Doing crafts together and Wally purposefully holding back his art skills so Eddie will like yours
Frank🦋
Wally suggesting the same books to you both
"Y/n's favorite bug is x"
Lowkey trying to be annoying so he'll think you're better to hang out with (this may or may not work)
"Y/n had a question about this... why don't you meet them to discuss it?"
Looking at the buggies together (Wally would probably disappear like the Barnaby hcs)
Wally🍎
He'd be the last one to notice you having a crush on him
Thinking you need someone nice to be with and trying out each possibility in his head
Really wondering why no one seems to be a good match (everyone else can see the obvious crush you have)
Eventually you'd tell him or he'd figure it out and be like
"...Oohhhhhhhhh. I like you too y/n!"
Those are the headcanons I came up with! Hope you like them anon, thanks for requesting them!! They were fun to do!! I look forward to doing more in the future!! Much love!!
ヽ(>∀<☆)ノ
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Marks of Magic
Day 4 Leaves of Maribat Spooktober 2023
First *** Previous *** Next
Language and cursing is used
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She’s been at Gotham Academy for a little over a month and the seasons were starting to turn. She was sitting in Gotham Park under a giant white oak in the middle of the park.
Sure she had to deal with an odd rogue here and there but this was peaceful.
"You know you shouldn’t be alone." She looked up from her book and saw Jason standing above her.
"I haven’t been here that long." She put away the sketchbook in her bag as she got up.
"Really?" He reached above her and plucked something from her hat. "It seems you’ve been here long enough to start growing leaves, Nettie."
"I wouldn’t have if you actually got here when you said you would." She pouted at being called out, mostly because she did loose track of everything that happened around her. More than likely she was under that tree for an hour or two.
"B was being a pain, Alfred’s been watching me like a hawk, and…" He trailed off, he looked down kicking the ground.
"Jay." She grabbed his hands, they were cold but he didn’t seem to notice, pulling them up as his eyes followed the motion. "What happened?"
"It’s nothing." He grumbled looking away from her. So she grabbed his shoulder and squeeze them.
"Jason Peter Todd, Wayzz help me, for fucks sake something is bothering you so spill before I make you." She pulled him up slightly so they were eye level with each other. She was taller by a few centimeters but still.
"It’s nothing, really."
"It’s not nothing." She let him go. "You don't have to tell me, but if you want to I'll listen."
"I… not yet."
"Okay." She didn’t pry but knows her friend needs a distraction. "So why are there skeletons and spider webs going up everywhere?"
"What do you mean, it’s October."
"Yes and?" She tilted her head to the side, wondering why the month made a difference.
"Halloween!"
"What?"
"Have you never had Halloween?!"
"Sorry can’t say I have."
"Is it not a thing in Paris?" She shook her head in response. "Everyone gets dressed up and there is a huge festival here in the park. We would…" He would have kept talking but seemed to catch himself.
Fall she understood, granted back home it would be winding down from tourist season which meant a few final fairs would pop up. But there wouldn’t be much to note.
But this! This seemed like so much fun she had to try it.
"Dressed up, in costume?"
"Yeah! Heroes and demons, angels and monsters. Anything really."
She thought of elegant suits and dresses, masquerade was what she pictured. Not what Jay was describing at all.
"This is flying over your head, huh?"
"A bit."
"So what do you want to do?"
"It’s getting late, maybe grab a bite?"
"There’s a pretty good hotdog cart near by." Jason jabbed his thumb behind him.
"Lead the way."
Granted they weren’t even out of the park when they noticed. However in their defense they were pretty much in their own little world. It got eerily quiet, but just as fast everything came into hyper focus.
"Now which one of you was lucky number 13 to leave and set off the area?" Mari quickly looked around before her eyes focused on a stage of sorts and a man in a tacky three piece green suit with purple question marks all over it. She should probably keep more of an eye on rogue locations and incarcerations, but she just turned 14 and this should not be on her to do list.
"Well why don’t the two of you participate together, then." The Riddler practically giggled as a few henchmen shoved them into the center of this makeshift square.
Police cruisers blocked the street in order to stop traffic. The Riddler was standing on the bed of a semi truck with canons on either side of him, and what she assumes is a detonator in his hand.
"Three riddles, three detonators set up around the park. For each wrong answer I push a button, but if you’re right I won’t touch it."
"And how do we know you’ll actually keep your word?" Jason shouted at the villain.
"Quick on the suspicion, aren’t we! Where’s the fun if there’s no trust. Now!"
Mari was planning, she knows he wouldn’t actually let them go if they were right so she had to think. Two must be duds so... even if they answer right he could toss them, only one switch works so which is it?
"Let’s start simple and festive, shall we? Why do zombies never win at poker?"
She looked at Jason since she had no idea, yet he had a shit eating grin on his face.
"Because they have a tell-tale heart." Of course an Edgar Allen Poe reference, that explains his grin.
"One down two to go, kiddies." He dropped a remote, almost as if to prove it was in good faith, two remotes, it’s a 50 / 50 shot.
"Walk on the living, they don't even mumble, step on the dead, they mutter and grumble."
She blinked, the answer was simple. "Leaves."
"And the little miss speaks, correct". He drops one more remote, but this time he pulls a cane from behind him. Two henchmen come and grab each of them. The cane pointing at her, and she noticed the hollow barrel, a gun in the cane.
"Last one." Should she have been more surprised maybe, but who knows at this point. "While some spring forward, I choose to fall back. Come and join me while you sit on a haystack. I may show a movie with a crazed maniac, I will for sure host a festival to give you a heart attack."
Jay was staring livid, too angry to say a word, as he grit his teeth. This was not how she was going to die.
Sass.
Was all she thought when she closed her eyes, the riddle ringing in her mind, but no answer came. Then she opened them.
"There’s a pretty good hotdog cart near by." Jason jabbed his thumb behind him.
She looked at him puzzled, there was no way that happened, but it was so vivid in her mind, could it have actually happened, and how did she come back to this moment.
"Hey earth to Nettie is anyone home in there."
She felt a flick on her forehead, as her attention was drawn to Jay.
"Sorry I got the strangest feeling of deja-vu. This might be off the wall but… " She took a breath and recited. "While some spring forward, I choose to fall back. Come and join me while you sit on a haystack. I may show a movie with a crazed maniac, I will for sure host a festival to give you a heart attack."
"A riddle really?"
"I know it silly but it’s stuck in my head." She shrugged trying to play it off.
"October." They were walking now. "That’s the answer."
"Oh."
And then it happened, the Riddler, his speech, the suspicion from Jason, and it clicked, she called on Sass’s power, she turned back time.
"Now! Let’s start simple and festive, shall we? Why do zombies… "
She didn’t let him finish before she answered. "Because they have a tell-tale heart."
He was surprised and dropped a remote like before. "Walk on… "
"Leaves."
"While…" He stalked towards her.
"October." Things had changed, but she crossed her arms, a sense of confidence and lack of fear, made her ask. "Can you cut the theatrics now?"
"Why you little brat." He lunged at her and she pulled her fist back and caught him square in the nose before flipping him on his back.
She debated on answering him but she didn’t have to as Batman flew onto the scene.
"How? You? Nette?" Jay stumbled through his words.
"I’m from Paris, why wouldn’t I know how to do this?" She shrugged.
"I have more questions."
"Which can wait." An officer came out from the police line. "May we get a statement."
She looked over at Jason who was again staring at his shoes as if they were the most fascinating thing in the world, a feeling that someone was watching them, prickled down her spine.
"Yes, but do you mind driving us home after, it’s getting late." She tried to sound a bit shaken at the events and the officer smiled at her. He seemed honest enough.
"Of course I can, what’s your name."
"Marinette."
"I’m commissioner Gordon, and your Jason, right." She looked between the two, he nodded but Jay still avoided everyone’s eyes. "Alright let’s go."
The commissioner guided them away from the scene.
They gave a short statement before they were driven home.
She was the first one to be dropped off, and Jason tugged on her sleeve as she was getting out.
"Can…" He whispered but stopped. "Good night."
"Night Jay." She smiled as he let go, but she knows something is wrong. But she can’t do anything if he won’t tell her so she’ll wait.
"Come on Wayne." She heard as the door closed, and she blinked.
Did she hear that right. No it can’t be… can it.
Next
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Take Me Out to the Ballgame
Word Count: 500+
Warnings: inappropriate innuendos
a/n: very short one shot that is just supposed to be funny!! if you know what inspired this… heyyyyy lmao also i didn’t revise this and wrote it in like 15 min so…. sorry if it’s bad lmao
(also - Benihana is a japanese restaurant if you are unaware !!)
enjoy!
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“I would love to eat at your sushi restaurant.”
“Literally, shut up. Please.”
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As busy as Harry was, he still managed to find some free time for himself while on tour. Especially now that Y/N was on tour with him. If tour was all work and no play, it would definitely not be very enjoyable.
Harry currently had a few days off from his residency shows at Madison Square Garden in New York City, so he planned some things for Y/N and him to do. Some dates, if you will. They rarely were able to go on “normal” dates, but they didn’t mind. Harry just wanted to take some time away from his work life to spoil his girl.
Baseball had never really been his thing, but catching a game at Yankee Stadium was something fun that the two of them could definitely enjoy together.
It was just the two of them. Jeff had hooked them up with the best suite directly behind homeplate, so even if the game wasn’t that interesting, at least the environment they were in was nice.
“It is so fucking hot today.”
“You’re hot.”
“I always am, H. But right now I’m sweating in places sweat shouldn’t be, so flattery won’t get you anywhere.”
“Well,” he laughed, “why don’t we go walk around the suite level? Cool off and find something to eat?”
“Sounds perfect.”
They walked around the suite level taking in all the iconic Yankee images lining the walls and browsing at the numerous food options.
Yankee Stadium was known for having an array of food options. Every season they have a chef come up with creative items to add to their menu in order to add an extra level to the ballpark experience.
Even with all these new and fun food options surrounding them Y/N found herself just wanting a good old fashioned hot dog. A baseball game classic.
Harry, however, had something else in mind.
“Oh my god, is that a Benihana?”
Y/N turned her head, perplexed to see that Harry indeed was pointing out a Benihana in the ballpark. “Who the hell gets sushi at a baseball game?” she asked, with her eyebrows pulled together in a slight intrigued, yet mostly disgusted look.
“I’m not sure, but I feel legally required to eat at a sushi restaurant when I see one anymore,” Harry responded as he shrugged and started to make his way to the front of the Benihana.
Y/N followed close behind him, “I don’t know if I would consider ballpark sushi a sushi restaurant…” she paused, “even if it is branded as a Benihana.”
“Hmmm,” Harry pondered at the sight of the Benihana in front of him before turning to face Y/N with an alarming smirk on his face. “Ya know where I would actually love to eat?”
Slightly scared by his demeanor, Y/N hesitantly responded, “…Where?”
“I would love to eat at your sushi restaurant.”
Y/N looked at Harry, eyes wide and jaw dropped as he looked at her innocently.
“Literally, shut up. Please,” she said, still adorning a shocked look on her face at Harry’s prudeness.
“You’ve lost your sushi privileges all together. We are getting hotdogs.”
Harry chuckled before responding, “If you want my weiner, all you have to do is ask, love.”
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maid's worst nightmare - ch 4
i'm really churning these out quicker than i thought i would be! anyway here's part four!! language warning!!
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You weren’t sure how long you had been out. You didn’t dream, or at least didn’t remember your dream, which could’ve been for the best - it was unlikely your dreams were actually pleasant. Ultimately, it was the smell of food and a painfully growling stomach that forced your eyes open. Someone had set up one of those tray tables in front of the couch, and a silver dome sat over the plate to prevent the food from getting cold. Beside it was a metal water bottle to presumably keep whatever you’d been given cold.
With a groan, you sat up, sweeping your eyes across the room as you shifted to the edge of the couch. It didn’t look like Bowser had returned yet, so that gave you a little peace of mind. Your stomach complained again and you winced at the sharp pain. Right… time to eat. It was a struggle not to drool in anticipation as you lifted the dome and set it aside. You were a little surprised to see just a simple hotdog and french fries, but hey, you weren’t about to complain when your stomach was about to eat itself.
The food was just barely still warm as you tore into it. Within what felt like a matter of seconds, the hotdog and most of the fries were gone, and you didn’t realize until you were gulping down the water just how goddamn good it all was despite being lukewarm. You blinked, considering the fries again as you caught your breath. They definitely seemed homemade, in a good way, and there was a strong chance the hotdog had been too - the bread hadn’t been the usual kind that barely had any taste, but rather had been soft and fluffy and almost sweet, while the sausage had been actual seasoned sausage and not just regular hotdog meat. Honestly it was some of the best food you had ever eaten.
Just as you settled back on the couch again, the dome set back over the plate, a koopa came bustling in to collect it; he seemed relieved to see you awake. “Good, Lord Bowser is on his way back. He would’ve been on me if you hadn’t eaten,” he mumbled.
“On you ? Why…?” you frowned.
“I was in charge of making sure you ate.” The koopa checked under the dome, nodded, and swept everything into his hands. Before you could question him further he was out of there, leaving you alone with your thoughts.
At the very least, you weren’t quite so anxious now that you had eaten and gotten some water into your system, although you still weren’t quite sure what to expect of the “great” King Koopa. So far he’d been a little… arrogant, maybe? Well, definitely, and he was proving himself a bit of an ass, too. Considerate in the fact you would probably stay comfortable, but an ass nonetheless.
Your musings were interrupted by the sound of Bowser’s heavy footsteps. He pushed the door open, crimson eyes landing right on you as he stepped through the doorway. “Good,” he grunted, “you’re awake. Time to talk about your, ah, stay here. I already know you won’t be going anywhere for a while, considering my minions have to find Peach, but I also don’t want you sitting idle. You’re my prisoner, after all.” He stood in front of you with his hands on his hips, staring down his nose at you. Goddamn he was tall.
“U-um…” You swallowed a little. Your eyes flicked to the side, still unable to hold his gaze, but you quickly looked back up at him when you saw him move in your peripherals - once again he put his face right up close to yours.
“Move.”
You blinked. “Huh?”
He didn’t make his demand again; instead, he put his hand on your hip and waist, and easily shoved you over a few inches. You barely had time to gather the blanket close before he flopped onto the couch right beside you and draped an arm across the backrest behind you. His other hand held the TV remote. He turned it on, and for a moment you thought the discussion was somehow already over.
Honestly, you had to stop assuming things.
While yes, he did turn on the TV, he put it on low volume on some movie you’d never seen. “What did you do for her?”
“Huh?” You shifted a little awkwardly, glancing at him as you pulled your knees to your chest and did your best to hide in the blanket. “What do you mean?”
He sneered at you. “You’re a handmaiden, lady. What duties did you perform for Peach?” he rephrased. His tone was rather condescending, although you weren’t sure if it was because he thought you were dense or because he didn’t like maids.
“O-oh,” you mumbled as you hugged your knees. It wasn’t like you had been there all that long so what were you supposed to say, exactly…? “Um… few different things. Mostly I kept some designated rooms clean and tidy, including hers, and had been just starting to help her with more personal things when you attacked…”
Bowser sideyed you a little suspiciously, snorting at your response. You bit your lip as you waited for his response and intently looked at the TV screen. He let the tense silence stretch on for a few moments before a smirk crossed his face.
“Personal stuff, huh,” he repeated as he leaned in closer to you. Without a significant amount of fear coursing through you, embarrassment was able to settle in your cheeks instead; you leaned away from him, not looking at him, but thought better of trying to scoot away lest he pull you right back. After all, he’d intentionally sat right next to you. “Define that.”
You couldn’t help a quiet huff. “Picking out clothes and talking her through emotions and stuff,” you mumbled.
“Look at me,” he demanded, a low growl forming in his throat. You did as asked, struggling not to look like a terrified doe again, even holding your ground as he leaned in closer. It wasn’t until his nose was practically touching yours that you gave up more space - to the point that you fell onto your side in an effort not to touch him. He sat back up with a laugh and resettled facing the TV. “So easy!” he teased, amused with himself. “Anyway, in that case, you’ll keep my room clean and I guess help me deal with emotional shit if I need you to, got it?”
“What, no help with clothes?” you muttered sarcastically under your breath. You couldn't help it - the king didn’t need them, after all, given his reptilian body.
He snorted again, lightly tapping a claw against your head. “Maybe I should make them a habit while you’re here, just to make you do something else,” he mused out loud. “Although I don’t exactly have a lot to work with.”
“Wait - you actually wear clothes?” Your jaw dropped in surprise.
He swiveled his head toward you again, but instead of looking smug or amused, he looked perplexed. Had you said something stupid? Was your surprise really that… well, surprising? Just what all were you missing still?
“You’re kidding?” he asked. You dared to slowly shake your head no. He frowned thoughtfully. “Yeah, I wear clothes. How do you not know that? I’ve raided that castle many times, often enough you must’ve seen me wearing something on occasion.”
You cleared your throat softly, not sure you were up to telling him you were totally new to the kingdom. “I’m sure you look just fine in them,” you muttered. “So, um, just your room, then? I couldn’t help but notice the tapestry-”
“Whaddya mean, ‘just fine ,’ huh?” he growled sharply, easily cutting you off. “Are you trying to say something? Don’t think I could look good in clothes? I look damn fine in them, lady. Awfully ballsy of you to insult me like that.” Before you could even defend yourself, or process that you’d somehow offended him with your throwaway comment meant to do the opposite, the king hauled himself back onto his feet and stalked into the bedroom proper. “Can’t fucking believe I just got insulted by a damn handmaid ,” he muttered as he went, “and now I just have to prove a damn point…”
He said some other stuff, but you couldn’t quite hear because of the sound of an opening door. Fuck, what have you gotten yourself into? It was supposed to be a positive comment, saying that even though you hadn’t seen it yourself, you didn’t doubt the clothes looked just fine on him. Damn it, you’d have to tell him the whole situation. You had no idea what to expect; Bowser seemed a little unpredictable, but then you barely knew him still.
Note to self: be more mindful of how you worded things lest you set him off for some reason.
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The drive home from Hell
-Robron fanfic
Summary: after a chaotic day at the water park the drive home proves to be a challenge for Aaron and his passengers aren’t exactly helping
(Au emmerdale)
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“I want McDonald’s” the red headed 5 year old screamed from the back of the car.
Aaron was losing the plot at this point.
“No seb I told you if you where hungry you should have eaten your hotdog!” The Dingle replied plainly.
Seb pouted his lip angrily kicking the back of his youngest dads seat in disapproval.
Aaron sighs ignoring him and continued to just focus on driving. Okay so maybe today hadn’t exactly gone to plan. I mean Getting lost on the way there,Robert falling off the water slide raft,Seb losing his shoes and Mackenzie getting badly sunburned because, He quote ‘didn’t need suncream because he already looked to hot to be burned’. Well he was certainly paying for it now.
“Ouch why do you have leather seats all they do is rub on your fragile skin!” The brunette complained rubbing his sore arm dramatically.
“We’ll next time maybe don’t be a child and listen to me!” Robert scolded Turing around with a slight smile on his face.
Aaron rolled his eyes,finding it amusing his Husband was lecturing his best friend like he was a teenager. “You know Mackenzie Roberts right we warned you this might happen” He said rather to cheerfully.
Mackenzie huffed in annoyance.
“We’ll I’m not taking advice from somebody who can’t sit properly on a rubber ring” He snapped back.
“I thought you where supposed to sit sideways!” Robert argued back angrily the street lamps outside making the bruise on his head very noticeable.
“Not on a four person waterslide you’re not!”
“Oh yeah well at least I don’t look like a walking corpse!” Robert snarked back electing a silent response from the Scotsman.
“I want McDonald’s!” Seb suddenly said again trying to get back to his point of needing fast food.
“No seb!” Aaron said again more sternly this time. The response being the usual another kick to his backseat. “Sebastian Sugden-Dingle you do that again you’re going to bed early!” the Child stopped for a moment letting what his father had said just sink in.
Yeah not going to work because he had gone straight back to kicking the backseat. “ I want McDonald’s!” he screamed again accidentally kicking Mackenzies knee instead of Aaron’s seat. The Scotsman yelped in pain as it made contact with his burned skin,despite having jeans on it still hurt his raw skin through the thin fabric.
“Ouch god dammit Aaron just let him have some McDonald’s!” He shouted clutching his leg desperately as if it was about to fall off.
“Oye don’t yell at my husband!” Robert snapped reaching from the passenger seat to snack his arm,electing another dramatic scream from the Scotsman.
“What the hell sugden!” he yelled.
“Well maybe don’t be a rude Winey brat!”
Aaron was ready to drive into a wall.
“We’ll I’d rather be a winey brat than an uncoordinated blonde!”
Am I dead Aaron thought.
“We’ll at least my skin isn’t half on the floor!”
Maybe I’m in hell?
“I want McDonald’s!”
the breaks on the car suddenly slammed. Causing everyone to jolt forward.Aaron turned his head to face all of them. Their was a chill in the air Robert and Mackenzie awkwardly looked at each other. Seb had stopped his screaming and stared straight into his youngest fathers eyes. The anger seething out of Aaron was very uncomfortable for all them.
“If I continued to hear you two bickering so help me. I will throw you so far out that window their won’t be a planet near enough for your to land on! Seb if you continue to kick my seat I will be putting you to bed so early you’ll never see the dark again! now we’re going to drive home nicely and I don’t want to hear anything for the rest of the drive home! do you understand?”
Seb went silent and Mackenzie and Robert just sat completely still.
“I SAID DO YOU UNDERSTAND!”
they all nodded not daring to speak a word.
Aaron smiled .“good now that’s cleared up let’s get moving.” He chimed Turing the radio on.
An hour later seb had started playing on his tablet while Mackenzie sat looking out the window, and Robert was happily listening to the radio. He reached out to hold his husbands hand smiling at him as he quietly fell asleep.
Finally Aaron thought I got through to them.
“Hey Aaron?” Mackenzie suddenly spoke.
“Yeah?” He replied quietly.
“could we go to burgerking?”
Nevermind…
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I wrote this in December and forgot about it and decided to post it after finding it in my drafts
#aaron dingle#robert sugden#robron#mackenzie boyd#Sebastian white#emmerdale fanfics#fanfics#fanfiction
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All I Want For Christmas Is You - Willex
Summary: Willie wants to know what Alex wants for Christmas but he does quite give the expected answer.
Word Count: 446
“Ok hotdog why won’t you tell me what you want for Christmas?” Willie sighs, dropping down on the couch in the studio next to Alex, who he had just missed out on watching practising which he was a little bummed about.
“Because I’m a ghost, I don’t need anything” Alex says as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world.
“I didn’t ask what you needed, I asked what you wanted” Willie said, he was a very laid back person - ghost - and it took a lot to bother him or even frustrate him but right now he was about reaching that point. He’d been asking Alex for a couple of weeks now and every time he’d got different variations of the same answer just like now.
Alex doesn’t answer straight away and instead it looks to Willie as though he’s actually thinking about it this time which gives him hope. Finally he turns to face him and straight faced replies, “Fine all I want for Christmas is you”
It had not been the answer Willie was expecting and the laugh he let out in reply was definitely not how Alex was expecting him to react. “What’s so funny about that” Alex asks, now feeling a little embarrassed even though he knows Willie would never mock him to be mean but his anxiety was telling him otherwise.
Once the laughing had subsided, Willie smiled over at him “Did you just quote Mariah Carey to me?” he asked, watching the blank look Alex gave him, “Oh god please tell me you know who she is?” he asks shocked, thinking it was yet another thing Alex had missed out on but would have probably enjoyed.
“Yes I do, that Christmas song of hers was hard not to hear even if I died a year later” Alex huffs, crossing his arms over his chest, he doesn’t mean to come across as standoffish but that’s the way Willie takes it.
“I didn’t mean, I just, you looked as though you didn’t get what I said” Willie explains.
“Yeah but it had nothing to do with what you asked” Alex reminds him, dropping his arms as he leans back against the couch and Willie copies his movements seconds later.
“No but I didn’t think you had to ask, you’ve got me anyway” Willie’s voice is soft as he speaks, turning his head and waiting for Alex to do the same. When he does their eyes meet as they have done plenty of times before and holding that same unspoken truth between them that neither have said but both know how the other feels which for now is enough for them both.
#littlemissaddicts blurbmass 2022#alex mercer#jatp alex#jatp willie#alex x willie#willex#julie and the phantoms#jatp
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DEMPY! We know Maddie loves to cook, and I know your stomach is never ending, so what are some of your favorite things she makes? What are your favorite dinners to share with her? Also our next double date is going to be at one of our houses I’m not having you attempting to strangle my German across the restaurant table again
First of all, HE STARTED IT! I don’t care what kind of sappy tricks he’s pulling on you. If you’re listening, Richtofen, I’d- *pauses to take a deep breath and roughly sighs* Whatever. It’s a long story… But I’d be more than happy to do a double date at one of our houses again. It’s probably for the better. Now, about her cooking. I had no idea she enjoyed so many different kind of meals! I clearly hit the jackpot when she told me what people were having in the 50s.
I saved you from jello dinners and ham and banana hollendaise!
You sure did, Maddie. *shudders at the thought of jello* Back on topic, I ended up expanding my palate with all the amazing stuff she’s made for me. You know what they say, the way to someone’s heart is through the stomach.
For starters, when I was sick, she made this chicken and rice porridge for me. It’s simple and yet so savory. It’s easy on the stomach too. I always look forward to when she makes it to help me feel better or when it’s cold outside. Now that I’m in New York, I need whatever I can get to fight the kind of winters I have to put up with now.
Then, there’s this one dish she taught me about called… uh, I don’t want to be jerk and pronounce this wrong, but it’s nicknamed K-Army Stew (Budae Jijae). And man, is it awesome! And it’s got a bit of American influence too! Turns out at the end of the Korean war, U.S. Army rations were used when food was scarce. And they were able to make something really great out of a tough situation. It’s basically a spicy stew where you can add whatever you want! Maddie usually adds noodles, Chinese sausage or hotdogs (I prefer hotdogs), kimchi, mushrooms, baby bok choy and a few dumplings to top it off. Damn it, just thinking about it makes me hungry…
I also better highlight a dessert too, right? Because it’s almost Thanksgiving, I better bring up the butterscotch cinnamon pie! It’s a pudding pie but she makes it from scratch. It’s perfect. It’s sweet but not too sugary and it screams comfort food. It has the same texture of pumpkin pie, only with butterscotch and cinnamon instead. I honestly prefer it over pumpkin pie. I only worry because Maddie never looks relaxed when she bakes it.
That’s because I nearly messed it up one time when I got to the step of stirring the melted butter and brown sugar. If you stop for a second, it’ll crystalize and harden. And I don’t want to start all over again!
But you always turn out fine, right?
I don’t wanna jinx myself.
I know you won’t, cupcake. But yeah, that’s just a few to name. I’d go on about her yakisoba or the HUGE ASS T-bone steak she grilled for me but you can only fit so much. In fact, why not come over to our house for dinner? You’d be able to try for yourself! But keep the German on a leash. I don’t want him going upstairs when I’m not looking.
#ironpetals#dempy loves you#there’s a little bit of beef with these two compared to primis#not the beef I’d try serving for dinner#the only thing Dempsey will never like is seafood#also can someone please explain that inside joke#about how marines eat crayons#i dont get it still#dempsey wouldn’t dine on crayola would he?#crayon brand tier list?
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ICY
Today was a DIY day, Buggalugs off to the American Natural History Museum (The site of wombat misinformation {go back to the first ever blog to read about it}), and for me Greenwich village for record stores and general hipsterness.
I got the subway down to greenwich, and again flaked it walking out on the right street.
Needing some fuel, i didn’t opt for the standard NYCharcuterie, and instead went and gt myself another bagel.
This one was a little less fast paced than the first one, but still just as abrupt.
Walking to the first record store, the streets were a lot different to chelsea. These ones were lined with trees, and little parks on every second corner. As opposed to homeless people, trash and bag sellers that I’m used to.
The first store was an absolute disaster. Quantity does not mean quality.
However, on the walk there I did notice a lot of actors trailers. So they’re filming something in the area.
Turns out it was right next for to the record store.
No idea what was being filmed, it was some sort of funeral. Instead of whatever room they used, the should have gone to the record store. Felt like many a thing had gone there to die…
Outside of the usual code name trailers, i did spot one that was titled “Macaulay” so as far as I’m concerned, that was the home of Macaulay Culkin.
And i won’t here any rational reasons why it wasn’t.
I left the set and went to the second record store, also a bust, then on to a third which was brilliant.
Thanks to a tip off from an insider back home I went to said store.
Leaving a small donation there, i had heard of a great book store nearby too.
By “great” it was shite. It could have been another location for a funeral home for whatever they were filming.
I left greenwich and headed back home as it was getting into the late afternoon, and i had to make it to Madison Square Garden for the ice hockey!
Thankfully the apartment is basically at the entrance to madison square, so it was a uick 1 minute walk from the room to the security check of the ground.
One thing that is incredibly annoying here is that at any major event, museum, flight, attraction. You have to empty your pocket and walk through a security guarded metal detector. waiting time could be cut in half if they just let people go in and be half-arse swabbed by some bloke with a metal detector.
Anyway, once it was through the worlds toughest security, it was up to the nose bleed section to take my seat and watch the game.
This was of course after a stop at the bar that serve full sized pints (by US standards) of full strength (By any standards) beer.
One thing about MSG (the stadium not the additive) is that all the seats are theatre style padded. So no plastic bucket style seat that were used to back home, these are cushioned bottom and back for your comfort.
How this isn’t a thing back home is beyond me.
Enough of the comfort, its game time.
We all rise, remove our hats (beers are welcome though) and everyone sings the anthem.
Not as sacred as what we have back home, people in new york have just added their on lyrics during the song, which seems kinda on the nose, but anyway, we finish that with a cheer then its game time between the New York Rangers and the Anaheim (mighty) Ducks.
Personally i was going for the ducks for obvious reasons, but after the first new york goal, it was hard to not go for them.
Their support was fantastic,
A very fun game took place, i got to have beer, popcorn and a hotdog, and new york won. Which means that its the first time i’ve seen a winning home team in america!
This meant i could bask in the glory of the home team! Sing the song, meet the players, walk out with music pumping!!
Except none of that happens, New York fans left early (they were winning), there’s no song, no celebration. The players just nod to each other and then they leave the ice.
Hate to see what happens when they lose.
After the game, it was another minute back home where I met back up with buggalugs an we exchange stories of the day.
Due to an awkward game time, and a few froffies, i had developed a bit of an appetite, as had buggalugs after not having dinner.
So being late, we thought we’d try a local, late night, burger place.
McDonalds.
Mcdonalds here is weird. A large is basically family size, and the options are wild.
Also, the late night clientele of a mcdonald’s ind new york is very unsavoury, but we stuck by it and ordered our nuggets and fries and ridiculously large drink and headed back to the loft.
After devouring the food, equal if not slightly better than home, it was time to call it a day.
We’ve got out last full day in New York tomorrow, hoping to do some sort of tall building, check out a couple of other sights and tidy up any lose ends before we head to portland later in the week
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Dad!HQ x Valentine’s Day and White Day
Characters: Osamu, Bokuto, Sakusa
wc: 2k
special thanks to the I tried-🌱 server and especially @bokkunkai for helping me ramble out my ideas for this one! part 2 featuring akaashi and tsukki with teenage daughters coming soon!
It’s Valentine’s Day, and in the world of dad!Haikyuu…
Miya Osamu is cooking with his daughter in the morning. His little sous-chef is creating a masterpiece with his help – although, if doesn’t turn out as well as he usually makes it, he won’t be too upset. After all, his daughter has no one else to cook for, really, besides someone it Osamu’s immediate vicinity.
Sure, sometimes it’s for Akaashi-san or the MSBY team, but Osamu is always there. He will always eat her food and provide honest, positive feedback.
Hanako carefully packs everything into a bento box. The tamago is perfectly seasoned, if crookedly rolled. He’s helped her cut the little hotdogs into octopuses. The tangerine is arranged so the peeled slices form flower petals. The rice is shaped like little bear heads, and the kaarage is perfect (he’s already eaten one as a sample. He cooked that part, anyway, since Hanako is still too little to manage herself around that much oil).
She places both small hands on her hips, beaming proudly at her creation. “Thanks, Dad!”
Osamu closes the box for her, picking out a small piece of kaarage to eat right beforehand.
The indignant shout almost makes him drop his prize. Fumbling to keep the kaarage off the floor, he whirls around to face her. “Sweetie, what?”
With a pout that reminds him unfortunately of Atsumu, she says, “You can’t eat that, Dad. It’s not for you!”
“It’s… It’s not…?”
The fabric of the world tears. Not for him? In what alternate timeline would that ever be true?
You walk into the kitchen then, dressed and ready for work. Hanako tugs at your shirt. “Mom! Dad ate Suna-kun’s bento!” The distress in her voice is very real. Unfortunately real. Tragically real.
Osamu isn’t sure he’s alive. Is this a dream. “Suna-kun? Like, Suna Taichi? Son of Suna Rintaro?”
“Yes!” Hanako groans. “It’s my Valentine’s Day gift! And you ruined it!”
You glance between your daughter and your husband, both distraught in wildly different ways. “Samu, honey, why don’t you get ready for work? Hana-chan, I’m sure it’s not that bad. Let me see?”
Osamu stalks off, throwing his apron over a chair on his way to the bedroom. He’s muttering something under his breath, but he can take care of himself. More to the point is Hanako, glaring at the little bento box. “Hana-chan, did you thank your dad yet? He woke up early to help you, right?”
“But he-“
“Hana-chan.”
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After Hanako makes it halfway to school, parting ways to finish the journey with her classmates from the neighborhood, you wander back into your room to check on your husband. He’s thrown backward across the bed with one burly arm thrown over his eyes like a Victorian lady.
“Samu?”
He grunts, not changing his posture at all.
“Hanako left me something for you.”
“Don’t want it.”
“Samu.”
“She hates me.”
“Samu.”
Finally, he lifts his arm, pulling himself to a sitting position. “What?”
You hold out the pile of flowers she’d picked until the corner where you parted ways. It’s a ragged pile, and not very elaborate. The color scheme is nonexistent, but it’s enough.
As Osamu takes them from your hands, his eyes water just a little. “She’s sorry for yelling at you. She’ll say it herself when she comes home, but these are for you. She spent a long time picking out the best ones.”
Onigiri Miya opens late that day, as Miya Osamu needs a few hours to collect himself.
Bokuto Koutaro is walking home with his son after school. Sora-kun’s tiny backpack is on one arm, Bokuto’s whole bicep taking up the space within the strap. Sora is holding his other hand, animatedly talking about his plans for the evening and swinging their arms as violently as his little self can.
“Dad, do you think they’ll like my present?” Sora asks. He’s a little heart-breaker already, with three valentines on his first time celebrating the holiday. “I didn’t wait for White Day, because I don’t think I can.”
Bokuto grins. “They’ll love it, bud.”
Sora returns the face-splitting smile his dad imparts on him.
“Who’s your favorite?” he asks. “Out of your three girlfriends.” Perhaps he shouldn’t encourage this behavior, but Sora doesn’t mean anything by it at this age. Besides, the three girls are fully aware of each other, often having battles that fly right over little Sora’s head. Sora is a little… absorbed in his own interests, and the girls love him for it. Bokuto thinks it’s funny to watch.
Especially their dads.
“Agashee-chan knows a lot about bugs,” Sora says seriously, like this is a very important factor to choosing your valentine. To Sora, it probably is, considering his plan for the day is to gift each girl one of the bugs he caught last week. “But Tsukishima-chan knows a lot about dinosaurs.” After a moment, he concedes, “I don’t know a lot about dinosaurs. Their names are too hard.”
Bokuto hums. “What about Kuroo-chan?” Kuroo-chan has the funniest dad, he can say that much. The anguish on Kuroo’s face every time his precious daughter pines after Sora is a sight Bokuto will never get tired of. Tsukki’s face comes in a close second.
“Kuroo-chan is pretty. She knows a lot of scary stories.”
“Oya?” Three girls, and only one got the denotation of pretty. Interesting. “Did she tell you a good one last time?”
“Yeah!” Sora jumps over a crack in the sidewalk like it’s a river. Bokuto’s arm gets pulled a little by the sudden movement, but it’s nothing he can’t handle. “She said something about someone getting chopped up. And I said, ‘Like a rotisserie chicken?’ She said exactly like that.”
Bokuto grimaces. Kuroo’s daughter… She scares Bokuto a little bit. She’s much smarter than her dad was at this age, according to the stories he hears about her circumventing every child-lock on the TV to watch true crime shows. “A rotisserie chicken,” he mumbles.
“Dad! Dad!” Sora stops walking and turns to face his dad, never letting go of his hand. “Can we have rotisserie chicken for dinner?”
-
They do not have rotisserie for dinner. The gym 3 wives had cooked up a feast already, and rotisserie chicken was not part of their carefully planned menu.
Sora-kun and his girlfriends are occupied in the living room, where Sora is selecting which bug to give to which girl. Akaashi’s oldest daughter is on the couch scrolling through her phone, occasionally glancing at the little terrors to make sure they don’t break anything while the adults are trying to have their romantic dinner.
From what he can tell, Sora has done his job, and is now talking animatedly to Akaashi’s youngest daughter. Kuroo and Tsukishima’s daughters look on, lost.
“She knows a lot about murder,” Tetsurou muses beside him, “but bugs make her a little squeamish.”
“Seriously?”
“Yeah. Look at her, trying to find some way to fit in.” Kuroo chuckles. “Still don’t know what’s so good about that Sora kid.”
“HEY!” Bokuto pushes his friend. “That’s my kid.”
“Exactly,” Tsukishima adds. “Exactly.”
Reverting to the only thing he knows, Bokuto whines, “Agasheeee!”
Akaashi pushes his glasses up his nose. “I rest my case, Bokuto-san.”
It’s White Day, and in the world of dad!Haikyuu…
Sakusa Kiyoomi is having the worst day of his life.
He brought Kyosuke with him to shop for White Day gifts for you, so why did he pay for two sets of trinkets?
Back home, he poured himself a little bit of wine (not too much; too early in the day for that), and gave Kyo-kun a glass of apple juice. “So…” he starts awkwardly. Kyosuke looks at him with eyes too pure for this world. They’re still so strange on his face, since the rest of his features look exactly like Kiyoomi. Kyosuke has none of the world-weariness, though. None of the virulent distaste for other people. Kiyoomi taps at his wine glass, tugging at his turtleneck in a vain attempt to loosen the collar. “Tell me about who you bought these for.”
“Okay!” Kyosuke takes a long sip from his cup, and Kiyoomi wonders if the kid is ever going to start talking. “She’s really pretty.”
“You think everyone is pretty,” Kiyoomi points out.
“She has a pet snake.”
“Oh?” Kiyoomi adjusts his posture, trying his best not to let his son see the slight discomfort this comment elicits. He knows someone with a pet snake, and it’s Atsumu. The coincidence is unhappy.
“Yeah! She also has these really cute hairclips! I like looking at them. She matches them with her clothes every day.”
“Hm. What’s her name?”
Kyosuke smiles. “Miya-san!”
Kiyoomi’s heart stops. He does his very best to stop the scowl from taking over his face, but he’s not sure he’s doing a very good job at it. “Do you mean Miya Atsumu’s daughter?” Please say no, please say no, I KNEW something was off when you said ‘pet snake.’
His son tips his head, curls falling askew. “Yeah? Do you know another Miya-san in my school? Because I don’t. She promised to get me a special onigiri from that restaurant you like!”
“That’s nice, Kyo-kun.”
“Dad, are you okay? You look sick. Are you drunk?”
“I… Think I need to take a nap. Can you clean up for me?”
“Sure!” Kyosuke grabs hold of both cups, walking away to put them in the sink.
-
“Atsumu.”
“Omi-omi! What’s up?” Right after the question, Atsumu yells at someone else in the room with him.
Sighing, Kiyoomi tightens his hold on the phone. “Atsumu.”
“Yeah, what?”
“Did your daughter give someone something for Valentine’s Day last month?”
“Hah? That teddy bear and card your son took home was from Emi-chan. You didn’t know?”
Kiyoomi didn’t know. When you came back with Kyosuke and his prize stash, he hadn’t bothered to ask who they were from. He was having enough of a crisis over the fact that his son was getting Valentine’s Day gifts at all, and had to go take a run. Apart from that, he forcefully pushed everything else related to his son’s Valentine’s Day out of mind.
“You know what?” he tells his setter through the phone. “I hate you.”
“Omi-omi! What are you talking about?” Atsumu laughs nervously.
“Kyo-kun just made me buy White Day gifts to give to Emi-chan.”
“Aw! That’s adorable.”
“It’s horrible.”
“Young love, Omi. Come on, you had crushes when you were younger. ‘M sure Itachiyama had really pretty girls.”
“Kyo-kun just learned how to walk,” Kiyoomi snaps. “He’s too young for love.”
Atsumu pauses. “Kyo-kun took his first steps almost six years ago, Omi.”
Kiyoomi hangs up, burrowing into his sheets to take a nap.
This cannot be happening.
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The Lazy Chose Me
Gif by @crowleysfavouritedemon
Summary - Y/n wants to have a lazy day but her boyfriend, Dean, wants to take her on an impromptu date. Will she have a good time at the date or will the date, the green eyed hunter organised, be a total wreck?
Pairing - Dean Winchester x Female!reader
Warnings - FLUFF!!! A little language, crack, lots of kissing a certain green eyed man, Dean being the best boyfriend ever, Dean being an adorable dork. Reader’s thoughts are italicised. If I’m forgetting anything please let me know!
Word Count - 4224
A/N - This randomly came to me at four in the morning. Also, I love Stitch with everything in me. 🥺😩
This is completely unbeta’d, so all mistakes are mine.
Please tell me what you think about it.
FEEDBACK IS HIGHLY APPRECIATED!!!
Happy Reading :)
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You were having the laziest day of your life. Sitting on your side of the bed in a hoodie and sweatpants, you were stuffing your face with popcorn while watching reruns of your favourite show. With no hunts for the day, you were having a lazy day after months and you were enjoying it way too much. Crumbs of the snacks you’ve had earlier were scattered on the bed, decorating the sheets like confetti. Little pieces of popcorn were falling everywhere but you didn’t care. And you didn’t care that you didn’t care. You were loving the fact that you had nothing to do all day but lie in bed and eat junk and be lazy and messy and ugly and dirty. You were basically a zombie for the day.
Ah! This is what dreams are made of. You thought to yourself, sighing after another episode ended. You stretched your body, a few of your joints popping due to not getting any movement for so long, and hummed happily to yourself. You pressed play on the remote, the next episode playing, and changed your position on the bed. Lying on your side, you brought up your knees to your chest, one of your hands supporting your head, and kept the popcorn bowl within arm’s reach.
You had only continued your munching for a few minutes when your green eyed sex god of a boyfriend entered the room, excitement making his huge frame shake. He stopped at the foot of the bed, bouncing on the balls of his feet and you got a little annoyed at how energetic he was being. Your eyes were still glued to the screen, hand going in the direction of the bowl, blindly picking some popcorn and gorging yourself with it.
Dean moved in front of the tv and switched it off. You let out a ‘hey!’ in protest and he came to sit beside you. You scowled at him for interrupting your plan of being a zombie all day and he kept a hand on your hip, a cheeky smile playing on his lips which told you that he was up to something.
“Get ready, sweetheart. We’re going on an impromptu date.” He said with eagerness, clapping his hands together, and you still kept scowling at him. He seemed to have figured out what was swirling around in your head and started shaking you lightly.
“Come on, Y/N! It’s been so long since we had a date night and I have the perfect thing in mind.” He whined, making puppy dog eyes. You almost gave in right there but the lazy part of you stopped you from saying yes.
“But whyyy?! I don’t want to get ready or dress up or do my hair or look pretty or take a shower. I want to spend all day in bed doing absolutely nothing.” You whined back.
“Y/n, come on! You can be lazy all you want tomorrow. And look at all this mess and you haven’t even showered?!” Your boyfriend exclaimed. You just shrugged in return. So what if I didn’t shower today? It wasn’t like I smelled. Or did I?
You shook your head to get those thoughts out of your head and pulled the covers over your head, trying to hide under them and not let Dean force you to get out of bed. He tried to snatch the covers from you, going to stand at the foot of the bed again, but you had a deathgrip on them. Of course you were no match to him when it came to strength and he managed to steal them from you, throwing them on the small chair in the room. You groaned and folded your body more, tightly wrapping your arms around your knees and burying your head in the space between your knees and chest.
Dean grabbed a hold of your ankle and easily pulled you to the end of the bed and you screamed in protest, grabbing whatever you could to hold on. To anyone else the scene would surely look extremely comical, you clutching the sheets like your life depended on it and Dean dragging you towards the end of the bed. You knew you were being childish and throwing a tantrum like a kid whose mother refused to give in to their unnecessary demand they made in a public place right now but you didn't want to leave your bed. You were so comfortable and happy spending the day there and your boyfriend was bursting your peaceful bubble of lethargy.
“Why. Are. You. So. Damn. Lazy?!” Dean huffed exasperatedly, pulling you more and more towards the edge with each word.
You finally gave up on your plan, knowing you were no match for your stupid boyfriend’s stupid strength. You swiped the strands of hair that stuck on your face from all the scuffle in annoyance, when you stood up on your feet, and looked him in the eyes.
“I didn’t choose the lazy Dean. The. Lazy. Chose. Me.” You huffed with every step you took to leave the room and go to the bathroom to get ready for your impromptu date.
Dean chuckled and shook his head at your antics, taking a pair of your jeans, your undergarments and a jumper out of the drawer to give to you since you didn’t take any with you. He dropped the clothes on the bench of the bathroom, shouting ‘don’t take too long and get ready in 45 minutes’, and came back to change his clothes too.
Rolling your eyes for the millionth time in the last hour, you dragged your boot clad feet to the bunker’s garage. You would have been spending the whole day in sweats and a hoodie and here you were now, wearing jeans and a bra. Oh how cruel life is to break my dreams like that! You internally groaned.
You found Dean humming a tune to himself while leaning against his precious Impala, legs crossed at the ankles and arms folded. His head perked up when the sound of your footsteps reached his ears and he immediately opened the passenger side door for you. You grumpily took a seat and Dean, still acting all gentlemanly, closed the door and rounded the car to take a seat in the driver’s side.
He jammed the key into the ignition and turned it, driving out of the garage. The green eyed man turned on some soft rock tunes, his fingers drumming to their tune. His whole demeanor was annoying you, testing your limits. How was he so happy after literally dragging me off the bed and stopping me from being the sack of potatoes I so desperately wanted to be all day?
“Why couldn’t we have a lazy date night in the Cave?” You asked, turning your body towards him.
“Because I can’t remember the last time we went out on a nice date and what I have planned is gonna be so much better than a lazy date night in the Cave.” He replied with confidence.
“I’ll be the judge of that.” You grumbled, folding your arms.
“At least tell me where we’re going!” You whined after a few minutes had passed, stomping your foot like a child. You were really in a mood today.
“Then it won’t be a surprise.” Dean said, like it was obvious. You faced him and gave him your best puppy dog eyes, jutting out your lower lip to make the pout he could never say no to. He gave you a glance and then chuckled, “Nice try, sweetheart. But my hands are tied.”- he raised his hands in defeat and shrugged, -“I’m sorry but no can do.”
You let out a groan of frustration and decided to give up on prying information from him and just wait to see what this great plan of his was.
After a little over an hour of driving, Dean put Baby in park and you could see a tent with some lights and stuff. It was a carnival.
He brought you to a freaking carnival?!
“A carnival.” You said, judgement dripping from your voice.
“What? It’ll be fun!” He shrugged, a huge smile plastered on his face.
“I swear to god Dean if i don’t have any fun-”
“If you don’t have a good time then I’ll do whatever you want for a month.” He rambled out before you could complete your threat.
“Whatever?” You asked him, wanting to know if he was sure what he was signing himself up for. He nodded in reply and you thought about the little deal he was presenting you.
“Make it two and you have yourself a deal.” You countered, giving him a huge fake smile and putting your hand forward so you could shake on it.
“Deal!” Dean said and instead of shaking your hand, he crashed his lips on yours, kissing you like he hadn’t for years. He parted from you and you weren’t sure if you were out of breath because of the kiss or because of how good he kissed you. “That’s the way to properly seal a deal, sweetheart.” He winked and got out of the car, leaving you breathless and in a daze in the car.
You shook your head to get your brain back to working and got out of the car. You rounded and saw Dean holding his hand out for you. You couldn’t help the genuine smile and warmth that graced your cheeks. You hated how a tiny gesture from him made your heart do somersaults like a teenage girl even after all these years of knowing and dating him. Intertwining your fingers with his, you started walking towards the entry to go inside.
You were mesmerised by the hundreds of lights that were acting as a roof over your heads, looking like a galaxy of stars, as soon as you stepped foot into the carnival. You uttered a ‘Whoa!’ and could already see the smug smile forming on your boyfriend’s face. He gave you a ‘Hate to say I told you so’ look which you just ignored, pulling him towards the first stall your eyes fell on.
Dean suggested that you two eat a little before indulging in any activities and you quickly agreed since you didn’t have anything to eat all day other than those few snacks. You both opted for a hotdog and quickly finished it, feeling the hunger once the food was in your hands. The both of you roamed a little around the fair, watching everything that was on display.
The various games that were hard for normal people but to you both were as easy as pie and all the different prizes they had. A particular prize caught your eye and you memorised the stall number to visit later. The numerous contrasting foods and their delicious aromas wrapped around you like a blanket as you passed their respective stalls.
You saw a stall with flavoured lemonade and urged Dean to try some. You continued exploring while drinking the flavours of your choice. You reached the end of the ground, where the carnival was set, where a huge Ferris wheel waited for you and Dean.
You could only imagine the view you would get from the top. You tugged at your boyfriend’s jacket sleeve, stopping at the queue for the giant ride. You quickly emptied your plastic cups and threw them in the trash. You couldn’t help but notice Dean being a little nervous about the ride and found it so adorable. Dean Winchester, the best hunter in the world, was scared of a Ferris wheel.
It wasn’t long till it was your chance to sit in one of the carts. The crew guy locked the bar over your laps, securing you in. You heard Dean start humming Metallica, which you knew he did to calm himself down, as the ride started to take you up. You took his hand in yours, your thumb caressing the back of his hand. His grip on your hand tightened and you squeezed it back in reassurance, resting your head on his shoulder. You knew he was a little scared but couldn’t help and find the whole situation utterly adorable and amusing.
The wheel stopped when you were halfway to the top and you looked down to see that a couple was getting off a cart and another taking their place. You looked back at Dean, sitting next to you, and he had a funny expression on his face.
“Hey! You okay?” You asked, your brows furrowing.
He scanned his surroundings for a few seconds and then gulped, looking at you. You raised your eyebrows in question and he opened his mouth but no words came out.
“I uh...I think I’m gonna throw up.” He stuttered.
“You WHAT?!” You said, voice getting louder with shock while you let go of his hand and put as much distance as you could between the two of you. Your turn had just started and you were approximately 50 feet above ground and you had nowhere to go. Your thoughts started spiralling and you quickly rambled out, “I swear to god Dean if you throw up here I’ll kill you. Don’t even think about throwing up. Swallow it down if you have to. Don’t you dare throw up.”
“I can’t just not throw up Y/n!” He screeched.
“I don’t care!!” You said, shaking your head from side to side.
You both stared at each other in disbelief for a minute when Dean started laughing hysterically, his whole body shaking the cart. Your eyes widened when realisation hit you. He was messing with you. He wasn’t nauseous. Ugh! You hated him so much. The ride started again, taking you both up and he was still laughing.
“Asshole!” You said, smacking his arm and the cart shook a little bit.
“Whoa Y/n! I might fall!” Dean shrieked and you grumbled ‘Good!’ in reply.
You crossed your arms, rolling your eyes and looking away from him. It wasn’t long until you reached the top and as soon as you took in the view, your annoyance vaporized into thin air. You could see the whole town from up here, hundreds of lights twinkling in the distance, the cold wind blowing through your hair. It all looked so heavenly stunning.
“This is so beautiful!” You whispered in awe.
“Yeah it is.” Dean agreed with you and when you looked at him, he was looking at you. “It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”
You rolled your eyes while a blush crept up on your cheeks making your face warm even in the cold breeze. A smug expression made its way on Dean’s face and he wiggled his brow at you, thinking of how easy it was to win you over. But before he could make a smartass comment, you crashed your lips onto his, shutting him up. He didn’t seem to mind, bringing his hand up to your cheek, his thumb caressing it, while the other one still held onto the metal bar which was your only safety.
You made out like horny teenagers the whole ride, giggling when your noses collided. You both got out of the small cart, hands entwining and began to make your way back. You were walking quietly, taking in your surroundings when out of nowhere a guy ran past you, drenching you with the milkshake he had in his hand. You gasped at the contact of the cold liquid with your body, which quickly started seeping into your clothes and making you shiver.
“Son of a bitch!” Dean cursed looking at you, anger filling him straight away and then his green eyes gazed behind you to catch sight of that guy.
“Let it go, Dean. I need to change before I get sick.” You said, tugging at his hand.
“Okay okay. I think I saw a souvenir shop a little ahead. Let’s get you some clean clothes from there.” He said, his anger disappearing and worry taking its place.
You nodded and let him guide you to the shop, hoping they had some clothes you could wear. As much as you disliked coming here at first, you were having a good time and didn’t wanna go back home so soon.
You went into the shop, thanking everyone in this world when you found some clothes at the back. You quickly took off their tag and handed them to Dean so he could pay for them while you changed in the fitting room. You quickly got out of your milkshake soaked clothes and put them in a plastic bag. You left the fitting room, your eyes meeting with those gorgeous green ones and he chuckled, shaking his head and looking down.
“What?” You asked, feeling a little conscious.
“Nothing. I’m just not that surprised at your choice of clothing.” He said with amusement, waving his hand up and down towards your body.
You glanced down at yourself and realised that you were wearing sweatpants and a hoodie. You were back in your lazy clothes and chuckled too. You looked at Dean and shrugged while smirking, “What can I say? The lazy chose me.”
He grinned at you, pulling you in for a kiss. The kiss was all sweet and loving. He parted when the need for air became too much and rested his forehead on yours, whispering on your lips, “I’m starting to think it did.”
You pecked his lips one more time before taking his hand to exit the shop. You both roamed around a bit more, going on some rides and eating some food. You lost a bet to Dean, getting dizzy before him on Chair-O-Planes, resulting in him making fun of you before you kissed him to shut him up while he lost a bet to you, getting scared in the fun house once while you didn’t. You made fun of him before he applied your method of shutting him up, kissing you. You both tried a hybrid of a cake and a pie which was so fucking delicious that it left you two moaning with each bite and you instantly got a whole one packed to take home. Dean kept convincing you to call it Pieke which you kept ignoring. You also tried something called a ‘pizza cone’, it looked like a normal ice cream cone but instead of the ice cream, it had cheese and pizza sauce and the cone was made out of dough. It was easily the best kind of pizza you’ve ever had and got a few of them packed for everyone back at home.
It was safe to say that both of your stomachs were full with finger-licking food and your hearts with irreplaceable memories from tonight. You couldn’t remember the last time you felt this carefree and had so much fun. You hated to admit it, but Dean was right and you were definitely not going to say that out loud and give him one more chance of being all cocky and boastful.
Both of you were lazily strolling with one of your hands carrying the bags with the food and the other interlaced with each others’. You could see the opening from where you had entered, meaning you had done everything there was to do.
“You ready to go home, sweetheart?” Dean asked, his head tilting to you while his eyes darted towards the entry/exit point.
You hummed while nodding, Dean pecking your forehead and beginning to walk again. You had just stepped out of the carnival when your brain reminded you of that stall number you had thought of visiting before and you quickly shrieked, “WAIT!!”
He stopped in his tracks, turning to you with his brows raised, “What?”
“Uh, I remembered something I have to do.” You gave him a vague reply, not looking him in the eye.
“Okay, let’s go do it then.” He said, turning to walk back inside.
“NO!! No no.” You yelped, pushing on his shoulders to turn him back. He gave you a perplexed look and you awkwardly said, “You don’t have to come. Plus I kinda gotta do it alone.”
“Okaaay..” Dean said, unsure.
“Alright! So I'll meet you at the car in 20.” You hastily rambled out, pecking his lips and made your way back to the stall you had earlier seen in the night, leaving a dumbfounded Dean behind.
You were walking back to the car, a giant rainbow slinky in your hands, which were behind your back, to hide the toy from him. You saw how heartbroken he was, when the one Sam had gotten him on a case, got broken. You just wanted to see his whole face light up and give you that huge smile that lit up your world. You had seen the slinky displayed as a prize on the Ring Toss game and had won it for your boyfriend easily, your hunter skills coming handy.
You saw Dean leaning against the Impala, a mischievous look on his face, something blue and huge peeking out from where he was hiding it behind him. You squinted your eyes to figure out what he was hiding but failed to make anything out.
“What you got there, Y/n?” Dean questioned, nodding to your hands, amusement painted all over his face.
“I could ask the same.” You smirked, raising one of your eyebrows.
“Well as they say, ‘Ladies first’” He winked and you chuckled.
“You’re gonna need your hands for this one and they’re a little busy as far as I can tell.” You said, wiggling your brows at him.
Realisation hit him and you chuckled at his puzzled expression at what to do with whatever was in his hands. He told you to close your eyes and not open them until he shoved the thing he had in his hands in Baby through the window. He gave you the green light to open his eyes. You gave out a count of three out loud and then brought the slinky in front of you. Dean gasped, his whole face lighting up with a million megawatt smile, just like you had imagined, lighting up your whole world in the process.
“No! Oh, you’re the best girlfriend EVER!!! I LOVE YOU AND YOU’RE SO FREAKING AWESOME!!!” Dean blurted out, voice raising with each word, probably on cloud nine right now. Your face heated up at his words but you just dismissed them, mumbling ‘yeah yeah’ while looking down at your feet.
“Okay time for your surprise!”- He said, remembering what he had stuffed in the window earlier, -“Close your eyes.”- he insisted, turning around to get it out of the car while you shut your eyes, -”And no cheating!” You chuckled at his childish behaviour, loving it all the same.
“You need some help with that?” You teased him, after a few minutes passed and you heard him struggling to get it out of the car. He grunted an ‘almost done’ making you chuckle again.
“Alright, open up, sweetheart.” He said.
“YOU DID NOT!!” You gasped as you saw what he was holding in his hands, happy tears making your eyes blurry, reminding you of your childhood.
You instantly took the giant, almost as big as you, Stitch stuffed plush from his arms, squeezing it tightly against yourself. You couldn’t believe he got that for you. That little alien meant the world to you.
“I saw it at a shooting game after you left and I just couldn’t not get it for you. I know how much you love the movie and this weird guy. And also this is compensation if you didn’t have a good time tonight.” He told you and you looked up at him.
“Dean I...this...YOU are the best boyfriend in this universe and all the others. You don’t know how much this means to me...I...I love you.” You stuttered, words not coming to you as your feelings overwhelmed you, your voice getting smaller at the end.
He stepped forward, crashing his lips on yours, kissing you passionately while his large hands cupped your face. You kissed him back with the same passion, pouring all the feelings you felt into it, immense love for a certain green eyed man being the biggest. You parted when the need for oxygen became too much and rested your forehead on his.
“You should find yourself a new bed to sleep in because I just found a new cuddle buddy I won’t be letting go of any time soon.” You teased him, a smile playing on your lips.
“Pfft yeah right.” Dean scoffed, rolling his eyes.
“Yeah, sorry Stitch, unfortunately I kinda love him the most.” You said with mock sadness in your tone.
“Unfortunately my ass!” He grumbled and you laughed at that.
“I love you. So so much.” You said, pecking his lips.
“I know. Now get your cute butt in the car. It’s getting late and we gotta go home.” He said, lightly smacking your ass as you rounded the car to take a seat.
“Plus, I gotta show you just how much I love you for getting me that slinky.” He winked, suggestively, getting into the car.
“Oh I can’t wait.” You winked back.
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once again, thank you so much @muwi-translates!! i hope i did the boys justice!!
im not sure about how the full names are localised so please forgive me if i got them wrong! a few people confirmed ive been spelling shus name wrong this whole time, so i’ll fix that soon.
this is the final tokuten cd i have for now!! ive loved listening to them all, so i will be going back and editing and listening to them often haha. i cant share the files with you myself, but i hope you can get your hands on them!!
i do not own bustafellows or the rights to the cd!
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Teuta:
Yes! I win!
Limbo:
You…
You ate so much…
Teuta:
Yep.
You said it, Limbo.
The person who can eat 5 hotdogs the fastest is the winner.
Limbo:
Did you even chew them?
Hotdogs aren’t a drink, you know?
Teuta:
I chewed them properly.
More importantly, you remember your promise, right?
You said that, if I won, you’d let me interview you about how you guys met.
Limbo:
We can’t let you publish that, even if you write it.
Teuta:
I don’t need to publish it.
They want to publish a series of interviews with people from different scenes.
Like famous bands or sports teams or police investigators.
But if I want to take part I need to win a competition.
Okay?
I won’t make it public and I won’t use any of your names.
It’s just practice. I’m just practicing.
It’s okay, right? Please?
Limbo:
Well, I did lose…
But…!
It’s just so you can practice structuring a piece based on an interview, alright?
Teuta:
Okay!
Right, so, first question.
Who’s the first person you teamed up with?
Limbo:
It was Scarecrow.
I think I heard a rumour that he was a good source of information.
I asked him to find me a good investigator for a case.
Teuta:
An investigator?
Limbo:
Yep.
You have to investigate properly before you can defend someone in court.
Teuta:
So like, an assistant to help you gather information?
Limbo:
No, they do more than that.
Stuff that’s barely legal, sometimes.
Or they break the law in a way that people won’t find out.
Teuta:
Huh? You can do things like that?
Limbo:
You need to, to win some trials.
If gangs or important people are involved, it puts your life in danger.
You need someone like an undercover mercenary.
Teuta:
A mercenary?
Oh! Do you mean Shu?
Limbo:
Bingo.
The skilled mercenary Scarecrow introduced me to was Shu.
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Shu:
You got a meeting in this back alley?
Limbo:
You’re Shu?
Shu:
I might be.
Are you Limbo?
Limbo:
Who knows.
By the way, what are you aiming your gun at me for?
I haven’t hurt you and I’m not threatening you either.
And yet you have your gun pressed against me from behind.
I could sue you if I wanted to.
Shu:
There’ll be a hole in your head before you even get the chance.
Limbo:
And what would you get out of doing that?
Shu:
There are plenty of people who want you dead.
You crooked lawyer.
What would you do if I was a hired assassin?
I don’t think most people would turn around if there was a gun pressed to the back of their head.
Did you not think I’d shoot you if you moved?
Limbo:
I could tell you didn’t want to kill me from the way you were speaking.
I’m Limbo Fitzgerald.
It’s nice to meet you.
Shu:
Shu.
Shu Lyn O'Keefe.
Limbo:
So?
How much did Scarecrow tell you?
Shu:
Just that a well-paying lawyer was looking for an investigator.
What do you want me to investigate?
Limbo:
There’s a request I want to accept right now.
It’s from a doctor.
He’s being accused of over-prescribing addictive painkillers for profit --
Shu:
I don’t care about the details of the case.
What should I do and what do I get?
Limbo:
Do you just want money?
Shu:
Is there anything else on offer?
Limbo:
What about information?
Shu:
What did you hear from Scarecrow?
Limbo:
He doesn’t say anything about clients.
I didn’t hear a thing about you as a person.
Shu:
Then why do you think I’d want info?
Limbo:
Hm, instinct, I guess.
And if you just wanted money then you’d say that.
But when I asked you if that was all you wanted, your face said it all.
I see that face a lot in my line of work.
It means I asked you a question you didn’t want me to ask.
Shu:
This is why I hate lawyers.
Limbo:
Don’t say that.
We’re business partners now, right?
That’s right…
Let’s drop all the pretence and talk.
We can grab a drink.
Shu:
At your expense?
Limbo:
Fine.
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Shu:
You’re something else, defending a murderer.
Limbo:
I never said my client was a murderer.
What is it?
Shu:
Sorry.
I heard about the case from Scarecrow.
And I’ve finished investigating.
Your client is entirely guilty.
He’s a back-alley doctor working with gangs.
He’s definitely handing out prescriptions for that painkiller you mentioned.
But he doctors it so they don’t know where the origin is.
Limbo:
You really are a good investigator.
There aren’t many people who can get to the core of gang issues like this.
Shu:
I have a lot of acquaintances.
Limbo:
Is he one of them?
Shu:
That man…
Limbo:
The man with a beard in this photo in your file.
He looks like a boorish 50 year old country bumpkin.
But his eyes are the same as the skinny guy over there.
Shu:
You’re right.
Limbo:
He’s taken up a place at a table where he can just about hear our conversation.
So? Am I wrong?
Mr. Slender Man.
Helvetica:
Hello.
So you’re the crooked lawyer, Limbo Fitzgerald.
Limbo:
I’ve seen your face before.
Ah, not this bearded disguise, though.
Helvetica:
Helvetica Orsted.
I’m a cosmetic surgeon.
Can I sit here?
Limbo:
Go ahead.
Helvetica.
That’s right, you were in that magazine.
Shu:
And?
Why were you eavesdropping on us? Huh?
Helvetica:
I was interested in the case this crooked lawyer was looking into.
Limbo:
This photo.
Why are you going out of your way to dress up and sniff around?
Helvetica:
I heard from Scarecrow.
Shu & Limbo:
Huh?!
Helvetica:
The victim in the case you’re in charge of is one of my acquaintances.
Limbo:
The victim?
Helvetica:
She died from an overdose.
Shu:
This photo.
Is this a kid?
Limbo:
This is one of the victims, right?
An 18 year old high school student.
Helvetica:
Yes.
She’s the daughter of one of my patients.
You know about her.
Can I ask you why?
Why are you defending a murderer?
Limbo:
You’re angrier than you look, aren’t you?
Helvetica:
Why do you think I’m angry?
Limbo:
Because I know what you’re here for.
You’re here to make me feel guilty so I stop defending him, right?
Helvetica:
Not a bad guess.
I don’t want you to stop.
I just want you to lose.
The person you’re defending is just a drug dealer with a doctorate.
Shu:
I said the same thing.
That he’s something else, defending a murderer.
Helvetica:
What did he say?
Shu:
What do you say, Limbo?
Limbo:
Do you think people can be forgiven, even for murder?
Shu:
Who knows.
Helvetica:
I don’t think so, no matter the reason.
That’s the law.
Limbo:
The law exists to protect our society.
It doesn't exist to protect the living.
Even if you kill someone, people will forgive you eventually.
We get tired of hating people, after all.
But people don’t forgive themselves quite as easily.
Even if a lawyer forgives you, you won’t forgive yourself.
That’s how it is.
But sometimes there are evil people who forgive themselves after killing someone.
Those people use the law to their advantage.
Helvetica:
I have no idea what you’re talking about.
Limbo:
I decide what justice is.
That’s my answer.
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Helvetica:
An autopsy lab.
What are we doing here?
Limbo:
There’s a professional of death here.
Shu:
A professional of death?
Mozu:
There’s bleeding inside his cranium.
Traces of blunt force trauma to the dura mater.
The fractures in the ulna and lumbar vertebrae are proof of strong impact.
Limbo:
Hey!
Mozu:
Ah, Limbo.
Hm?
Who are these people?
Limbo:
This is Shu.
And Helvetica.
Shu and Helvetica:
Hello.
Mozu:
I’m Mozu Shepherd.
A coroner.
So, what are you here for today?
Limbo:
The autopsy of the kid who died from a painkiller overdose.
You’re in charge of it, right?
Mozu:
Yes, that case.
Scarecrow helped me get it.
It won’t look odd if I’m in charge of it.
This is the report.
I plan to give the same information to the prosecutor.
They’re the rules, after all.
Helvetica:
Is it okay if I look?
Mozu:
Go ahead.
Helvetica:
Plasma found in oxycodone.
It’s way higher than the level should be after the amount she took.
Limbo:
Yes.
The doctor that hired me is guilty.
Shu:
I told you that already.
Helvetica:
But you’re still going to defend him, right?
Limbo:
No?
Helvetica:
Did he not come to you needing a defence lawyer?
Limbo:
He did but I never said I’d accept him.
I just gave him some legal advice.
I told him that if he’s guilty of anything, he should seek a plea bargain immediately.
Shu:
Then why are you going out of your way to investigate?
Limbo:
I said, didn’t I?
I decide what justice is.
If I defend that quack doctor, he’ll definitely win his case.
But the problem is he might be able to win even if I don’t.
Villains are good at using the law to their advantage.
He’ll find a way to get out of a guilty verdict.
I can’t give information to the prosecution.
And I can’t lose on purpose.
In other words, I can get him acquitted but I can’t get him a guilty verdict.
Helvetica:
What does that mean, exactly?
Limbo:
Hey, Scarecrow.
This was what you wanted too, right?
Mozu:
Scarecrow?
Helvetica:
What has he got to do with this?
Scarecrow:
I heard every word you guys said.
I’ve been listening the whole time.
Mozu:
What do you mean?
Scarecrow:
As soon as you made a deal with me, I tapped all your phones.
It’s fine, don’t worry.
I always protect the secrets of my clients.
I haven’t picked up anything not related to this case.
Anima sorts the files before I hear them.
Mozu:
I have no idea what you’re saying.
Scarecrow:
Huh?
Tapping your phones?
I used your bluetooth l-
Mozu:
Not that.
I mean the whole chain of events.
Limbo:
I asked Scarecrow to find me an investigator.
Shu:
I got the request to investigate from Scarecrow.
Helvetica:
I asked Scarecrow to find me the source of the painkillers.
He told me it was Limbo’s client.
Mozu:
Scarecrow helped me with the autopsy.
I see.
Limbo wanted me to do the autopsy so the report couldn’t be edited.
It’s possible it would have been, if gangs are involved.
Scarecrow:
Do you understand?
You guys are all dancing in the palm of my hand.
Limbo:
You wanted this doctor to lose from the second I came to you for an investigator.
Scarecrow:
You really are smart.
I’m glad we can reach a concl-
Limbo:
How much are you making?
Give us a cut.
All of us.
Scarecrow:
Huh?
Limbo:
I asked how much you’re making.
The gangs that doctor is involved with are a pretty big deal, aren’t they?
If we can get rid of them one after another, their enemies will be quite happy.
Helvetica:
I see.
Your plan was to destroy the gangs and make a profit from the very beginning.
Shu:
And we were just being used as pawns for that, huh?
Limbo:
If I pass the documents you found, Shu and the information Helvetica gave us to the prosecution, there’ll be a conflict of interest.
But if an anonymous investigator just happens to leave them lying around the office…
The prosecution might even be able to see them by tomorrow.
Mozu:
As long as those are available, it’ll be a clue to the doctors’ guilt, even if they can’t use them as proof.
Limbo:
Just tell me one thing.
Scarecrow:
What is it?
Limbo:
Did you know I wouldn’t accept this case from the start?
Scarecrow:
I gambled.
I had the feeling you wouldn’t.
“I decide what justice is.”
You said that, didn’t you?
Shu:
It doesn’t exactly feel great to be taken for a ride like this.
Whatever.
Just make sure to transfer my cut of the reward.
Helvetica:
I think my job is done here too.
I’ll take my leave.
Mozu:
Can I go back to work?
I have a lot of corpses to get through tonight.
Scarecrow:
Hey, wait, wait.
Shu:
What?
Is there something else?
Scarecrow:
I have a suggestion.
I’d like you all --
Helvetica:
Can you please hurry up?
I’m not a fan of the smell here.
Scarecrow:
Come to my house.
Shu:
Huh?
Helvetica:
What are you talking about?
Scarecrow:
No, I mean--!
I just thought--!
If we put our strength together, we make a good team.
Limbo:
A good team?
What do you mean?
Scarecrow:
We all have different goals but a lot of them overlap.
And Limbo, that catchphrase.
I decide what justice is.
Don’t we all think the same thing?
That’s why we’re all laughing together now.
Am I wrong?
Shu:
Huh?
Laughing?
Scarecrow:
I’m the Boss of the Underworld.
I can bury into any network.
It’s as easy as cake for me to hack the security cameras in that room.
Mozu:
It’s “as easy as pie” or a “piece of cake”.
You’re mixing metaphors.
Scarecrow:
Oh, right.
It’s as easy as pie.
Think about it.
We’ll make a fortune if we work together.
For the world, for the people, for ourselves.
Helvetica:
For the world, for the people?
Shu:
For ourselves.
I see.
Scarecrow:
And with that, I bid you adieu.
I’m Scarecrow, Boss of the Underworld.
Remember it well.
I can hear ever-
Helvetica:
Did you turn your phone off?
Shu:
Even if he can hack it, he can’t use it if the battery isn’t in it.
Helvetica:
Ah, it’s my phone this time.
Scarecrow:
Come on!
Let me finish!
Listen up.
I’m the Boss of the Underwor--
Helvetica:
Yes, okay.
Limbo:
I should take my battery out too.
Mozu:
Ah, now it’s my phone.
Scarecrow:
Wait!
Let me finish!
Please!
Limbo:
What?
Is it really that important?
Scarecrow:
It’s important!
Listen up.
I’m the Boss of the Underworld. Scare--
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Teuta:
I see.
It was Crow who brought you all together.
Limbo:
Well, that’s not exactly wrong.
Teuta:
If I’m being honest, the whole case was a little too difficult for me to understand.
Limbo:
You didn’t understand?
Teuta:
Crow might have been the spark but you all thought in the same way.
Limbo:
Well, yes, that’s true.
But you’re the same, right?
Teuta:
I decide what justice is?
Limbo:
Yes.
Helvetica:
Ah, here you are.
Did you see Scarecrow’s message?
Limbo:
No, not yet.
Did something happen?
Helvetica:
It looks like we have a new job.
He has a job for you too this time, Teuta.
Teuta:
Really?!
Yes!
I’ll do my best!
Hm?
Is this the message?
It’s a video?
Scarecrow:
I apologise for the wait.
This video contains your top secret instructions.
I’m Scarecrow, the Boss of the Underwo-
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DSMP Anniversary Recap: L’MANBERG
After their drug business idea resulted in disaster last time, Wilbur comes back to the server with a second plan: to turn their humble Camarvan into a new, independent server where no Americans are whitelisted.
The first order of business? Build a wall.
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The previous day, Wilbur and Tommy discussed their plans for building an empire as Tommy constructed an underground sewer system, a nation where selling drugs is allowed.
“How do you know Sapnap’s not gonna like, I dunno, you know what they’re like, man, how do we know they’re not gonna…make it a war?”
“How I see it is they can declare war, they can do whatever they want, but if we just ignore them and don’t acknowledge it, we win. We can’t lose...”
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- Tommy’s noticed that the server is full of fighting, and he wants money. How does one monetize fighting? A fight club! He can make a fight club in his basement
- Alyssa comes over and hands him a poppy with Ponk. Ponk explains that Alyssa is his lawyer
- Wilbur tells Tommy off for being rude to them
- Later, Sapnap comes over to his basement. Tommy touches the “Do Not Touch” chest and falls to his death
- Sapnap likes Tommy’s fight club idea and helps him dig out the room
- Wilbur joins Tommy’s VC as Tommy is speaking with Sapnap and scolds him for talking with an American, pulling him into a different VC.
Last time, they tried to sell drugs out of their hotdog van and some people didn’t approve of that. This time? Wilbur wants a revolution.
Wilbur: “Starting a movement is easy. You know, Tommy? Anyone can start a movement. Movements are cool. If you start a movement towards a common good, you’re cool! You know? Nothing ever goes wrong! Revolutions are hard, Tommy. Lots of people are gonna oppose us, Tommy.”
- The first thing they need to do…is build a wall
- Wilbur logs on in the Camarvan and sees Tubbo’s package of blaze rods. Tommy asks how much armor he should be wearing, Wilbur says none
Wilbur: “We don’t win wars with battles and with armor. We win wars with our words, Tommy. We’re starting a revolution, not a war.”
- He opens the package of blaze rods from Tubbo and talks about how his wildest dream is a nation where they can sell drugs with no one to stop them
Wilbur: “Why are you being all quiet and slow to talk to me?”
Tommy: “No no no, I’m just trying to decipher who’s on the right side of history right now.”
- Wilbur shows Tommy all the blaze rods. They’re on the right side of history. Tommy shows Wilbur the flaming hotdog on top of the van. He likes it
- The first law of their new place is that no UHC block placement is allowed (he demonstrates by parkouring across the water). That’s banned
- Sapnap comes over and gives Wilbur some blaze rods
Wilbur: “Oh yeah, you can’t buy our peace from your tyranny.”
Sapnap: (whispering to Wilbur) I’ve changed
Sapnap: just
Sapnap: look
Sapnap: Ive tried brewing
Wilbur: once an American always an American
- Tommy punches him away and Sapnap goes away. They call him. Sapnap says, though he can’t join their posse, once their empire grows he wants to buy their potions. He’s possibly addicted to their supply. They have their first export
- Wilbur needs sand, gravel and dandelions for the wall. He sends Tommy on his way. Tommy asks the new empire’s policy on women. Wilbur says they’re allowed as long as they’re European
- Wilbur starts drawing out the border and asks him what their new nation should be called
- Dream logs on. Tommy asks Wilbur how he and Dream have been since they flirted. Wilbur says he just wants to rob George of his loves. Wilbur asks Dream if he wants to kiss
Wilbur: “He’s not responding. Is he gonna ban me for xenophobia?”
Dream: (in chat) who
Wilbur: (in chat) you
Tommy: “What’s…what’s ‘xeno…?’”
Wilbur: “A distaste towards other countries.”
Tommy: “Oh look, here’s Tubbo. He’s on his own adventure.”
Dream: social distancing
Wilbur: SMART
Tubbo fell from a high place.
- Wilbur screams after getting startled by Tommy coming into the van. Tommy throws him a carrot (“Have a carrot, please, calm yourself”) and gives Wilbur the supplies for the concrete
- Tommy goes to speak with “Small T” (Tubbo) and they get him in VC. Tommy tells him “viva la revolution!” and asks for some sand. They also need black dye
Wilbur: “Tubbo, what’s your stance on the States?”
Tubbo: “Those United States? I mean, I’ve heard stuff’s pretty nuts over there so I guess it’s not going great for them.”
Wilbur: “Yeah, we’re pulling a reverse independence.”
Tommy: “Yeah, we’re taking away their independence!”
Wilbur: “No no no no no, we’re not – no no, they’re staying independent. We’re claiming independence from the server.”
Tubbo: “I thought everyone was already independent? Everyone can already do what they want.”
Wilbur: “No, see, when you’re on this server, you’re on the Dream SMP, right? Yeah, we’re making our own land so that when you are in our borders you are no longer on the Dream SMP.”
Tubbo: “Oh…okay…”
- From the drug war a few days ago, Wilbur’s decided that the Americans can’t be trusted to run their own nation
Wilbur: “So what we’re doing is we’re – we’re taking control. We’re making our own nation.”
Tubbo: “Nice!”
Wilbur: “Our own server. And we’re gonna make the Americans pay for it!”
Tubbo: “Wai– uhhhh…”
Wilbur: “See the thing is, Tubbo, server upkeep costs money. A pittance to Dream, may I add, the billionaire thing he is, but like, we still – we’re gonna be still not paying a single penny for the upkeep of the server. But we will have our own independent emancipated land that will not be part of the server.”
- Tubbo is onboard. They ask Tubbo for name suggestions. Tubbo suggests “Not Dream SMP.” Wilbur wants something more original
- Tommy comes back with an idea. There’s only one woman on the server, and they won’t be letting her into the state since she’s American, so what he’s thinking is:
Tommy: “Why don’t we call it…Manberg? Or alternatively, Mantopia?”
Wilbur: “I like Mantopia. But how do we make it European? United Manberg.”
Tommy: “United Mantopia. UNM – wait, lemme Google if it means anything offensive—"
- Since it only stands for the University of New Mexico, Tommy decides it’s good. But Wilbur realizes it sounds too much like the United States
Wilbur: “What about ‘Le?’ Le-Man-berg.”
Tommy: (in chat) le man burg
- Wilbur declares it “L’manberg,” as that’s how the French do it – and the French are quite big on their revolutions. “Lemonburg” is declared a slur in their nation. They will cancel anyone who calls it that
- Tubbo takes off his armor and they discuss “war-winning words.” Wilbur quotes Hamilton and Tommy suspects him of lyric pranking
- Wilbur is the general of L’manberg and Tommy is his right-hand man. Tommy suggests they make the Camarvan an embassy but Wilbur declares it the capital, the state building instead
- Tommy gives Wilbur a stone hoe and Wilbur hoes a single piece of land outside the van before getting an idea. He hoes another piece of land and declares it the “unsullied ground.” Tommy starts singing Hallelujah to it
- Wilbur wants revolutionary skins. He wants a redcoat skin. Their slogan? “L’manberg: We are alarming.”
- There is a hidden clause in Tubbo and Tommy joining L’manberg, and that is that they will have to have houses there. They are citizens
- Tubbo spends a minute spinning around trying to find Wilbur
- They spot Dream nearby and go to speak to him. He says he’s just chilling. Wilbur tells Tommy to shout war words at him
- Dream joins the call and they tell him that “L’manberg” is seceding from Dream SMP. This is their own server now. Dream notes that it seems pretty small, but Wilbur tells him it’s what they do with it that counts
- Dream asks what happens if the rest of the server decides to take over the land. Wilbur says that’s not how servers work. The laws – or “gamerules,” rather, of their server is that PvP is turned off. Wilbur tells him that he’s not whitelisted in their server and has to stay out. All they want is Dream’s acknowledgement – and he’s paying for it
- Wilbur tells him he can set up his own visa and whitelist for Dream SMP and that they don’t need anything outside of these walls. All Tommy and Tubbo need is to move all their items there. Dream is skeptical and asks Tubbo if he’s really doing that
Tubbo: “…HEYYY, so I was born in the Dream SMP, and um…”
Tommy: “Yeah yeah, as was I! I was also born over there so really, we have duo citizenship—”
Wilbur: “—There’s no dual citizenship in our nation. Our nation has zero dual citizenship.”
Tubbo: (crosstalk) “Wait, why are you making it difficult for us?”
Wilbur: “Look at me. Do you boys care about the revolution?”
Tommy: “…Yes.”
Wilbur: “Look, Dream isn’t our enemy. He’s our neighbor. But, we are seceding from his tyrannical rule.”
Tubbo: “What’s ‘tyrannical’ mean?”
Wilbur: (laughs) “Big words. That’s what we use in war. Say it, Tubbo.”
Tubbo: “Tyran-zanical.”
- They argue back and forth about infinite women
- Tommy suggests that they call his land, which is in Dream SMP, an embassy instead. In return, Dream can set up an embassy in L’manberg
- Eret logs on and Dream walks away
- It’s time to make Invisibility potions. Eret joins the call and they fill him in
- Wilbur locks Tommy and Tubbo in the van until they make Invisibility potions and leaves. Neither of them want to play with “the weird neighbor’s child”
- Wilbur explains to Eret that the issue last time was not the drugs, but that the Americans got involved and now they’re making their own server where Americans aren’t whitelisted. Eret already has visa by being a European.
They’re calling it “Drexit”
- Tommy goes to his base to establish the embassy. Wilbur makes a “scum window” in the wall
- Tommy sees Dream at the embassy, telling him he has to follow the L’manburg rules on the land
- Tommy is allowed to start a “fight club” not just in his embassy, but even in L’manburg itself
- Wilbur is horrified when he notices that the holy soil has become untilled. He calls Eret over and they re-till it
- Wilbur declares the four of them the founding fathers. Tommy asks if he is Hamilton
Tubbo: “Was Abraham Lincoln a founding father?”
Wilbur: “No, he was several hundred years after.”
Tubbo: “Oh.”
Eret: “Just a few hundred years off, you know? Easy mistake to make.”
Tubbo: “Better late than never.”
- Tommy yells at Tubbo for going through his chests and threatens to kill him. Eret and Wilbur start whispering to each other and Tommy and Tubbo become self-aware
- Tommy notices Alyssa and Dream approaching the embassy
Tommy: “Good news and bad news. I’ve got you a woman. Bad news? She’s American.”
- Wilbur starts laughing so hard he has to stand up and walk away while Tommy and Dream bicker
- Tommy calls Niki on the phone, telling her they need women who aren’t American, but Niki isn’t whitelisted yet. Tommy asks Dream to add her and he declines. Wilbur tells Dream not to add her as it would delegitimize the manhood of L’manburg
Tommy: Too shay
Dream: too shay
- Wilbur, hungry, goes “manfishing,” whispering “salmon” repeatedly as he kills them
- Both Tubbo and Eret have done well. Wilbur tells Tommy he really is the “Hamilton” of their nation and hasn’t done much for them
- The signature meal of L’manburg is salmon
- Tommy and Wilbur start rapping “Non-Stop” from Hamilton the musical
- Wilbur and Tommy walk and talk
Wilbur: “Look around.”
Tommy: “At how happy we are to be alive right now.”
- Wilbur reminds Tommy of how far they’ve come, but Tommy has done very little in terms of setting up. Tommy takes Wilbur to the embassy
- Wilbur changes the sign on Tommy’s house to read “L’Manburg Embassy” and says he feels that Tommy isn’t fully devoted to the cause. Tommy doesn’t want to give up his home and tries suggesting the Power Tower instead
- Wilbur leaves Tommy and returns to L’manburg
Wilbur: “Chat…I think we’ve lost him. I think we’ve lost TommyInnit.”
- Wilbur doesn’t approve of Tommy living with the enemy. Tommy finally agrees to give up his home to be the embassy
- Wilbur tells them it’s time to don the skins
- Tommy notices that the forest outside L’manburg’s borders is on fire. In the distance he spots Alyssa and angrily runs after her
Tommy: “Wilbur! Wilbur! Do I kill the woman?”
Tubbo: “Yes!”
Wilbur: “Yes! Yes, Tommy! You kill the woman!”
- Wilbur and Tubbo start running after as well
Eret: “I thought we use our words! I thought we used our words!”
Tommy: “No.”
Wilbur: “Not in this case. Anyone -- they’ve tried to burn down our forest.”
Tubbo: “We care most about the forest.”
- They are like the Lorax. Alyssa combat logs. When she logs back in, Tommy kills her. Punz immediately shoots Tommy down, outraged that he would kill a woman
- Alyssa calls them and asks for her stuff back, saying she didn’t start the forest fire. Sapnap logs on and arrives with Punz. They start walking back
- The fire is still spreading and Tommy thinks it might be a political attack. Wilbur turns around and tells Tommy to go home. This isn’t a political attack and Tommy is too dangerous, running his mouth and talking too much
Tommy: “Tell me the thing he says in the second song of the musical Hamilton.”
Wilbur: “I think about death so much it feels more like a memory.”
- Wilbur dismisses Tommy, growing more and more annoyed as Tommy keeps on reciting various song lyrics to him
- Sapnap and Dream arrive as Wilbur goes off to get materials. Punz puts out the forest fire and Fundy has just logged on, confused
- Sapnap and Dream take Tubbo hostage in a hole in the ground. Tubbo drops Tommy an Invisibility potion
- Sapnap and Dream kill them as Wilbur arrives, losing them the Invisibility potions
- Wilbur gathers everyone in the Camarvan, a book and quill in hand. It’s time to draft the Declaration:
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DECLARATION OF
INDEPENDANCE
Signed:
Wilbur Soot
Tubbo_
TommyInnit
ERET
Forever the nation of the DreamSMP have cast great sins upon our great land of the hto dog van.
They have robbed us. Imprisoned us. Threatened us. Killed many of our men.
This time of tyranny ends with us
This book declares that the nation which shall be henceforth known as L’Manberg is seperate, emancipated and independant from the nation of DreamSMP.
The union of the masters of men. Together we are one. When in the course of human events it becomes necessary for one to dissolve the bonds which bind us. Disregarding of this truth is nothing short of tyranny.
WE HOLD THESE TRUTHS TO BE SELF EVIDENT. THAT ALL _MEN_ ARE CREATED EQUAL
The right of the people exists above the right of the king. The right of the government and the right of the economy.
From the hto dog van we shall prevail.
Life. Liberty. And the pursuit of victory.
---
- The four sign the Declaration on the roof of the Camarvan, witnessed by Dream, Sapnap, Punz and Fundy watching from afar. Wilbur frames it in the van
- An invisible person arrives in the van to deliver a second book:
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Declaration Of War
Sometimes you just gotta kill some people sometimes yaknow
- Sun Tzu
Dream SMP declares war on la’manburg
JOINT RESOLUTION
--PUNZ
--SAPNAP
--DREAM
---
- Wilbur and Dream exchange books
- Wilbur gives some motivational words to the L’manburgians. This is how they consolidate can power. This is an opportunity
Wilbur: “We do not fight a war of – of the war of greater sticks. We’re not looking for technological advancement, right. The war we’re fighting is gonna be done through guerilla tactics. It’s gonna be done through attrition…”
“And I want you guys on my side.”
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UPCOMING ANNIVERSARY DATES:
July 31: Fundy becomes Wilbur’s son
August 2: Doomsday
August 3: Jack Manifold joins the server
August 6: Niki joins the server
August 9: Wilbur, Tommy and Tubbo create a drug park
#dream smp#dream smp recaps#dream smp anniversary recaps#long post#that's right i'm a burg believer and I spelt it berg in the title#this one is like 50% transcriptions i'm sorry I couldn't help myself#this stream is just too quotable
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I've had this thought in my head for awhile, but does God know mc is the descent of Lilith?? Lilith was supposed to be killed but was secretly reincarnated by Diavolo. What if he finds out and kills mc because as far as he's concerned, they shouldn't exist? Can I request some hcs of how the demon brothers and undateables would react to this happening? If not, I understand! >.< Thank you!! ❤️❤️
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When God kills MC for being Lilith’s descendant
WARNINGS: Blood, death, depression, anger, war, Simeon dies in one of them
- If anyone mentioned MC he’d be gripping them by the throat begging them with tears in his eyes to never speak their name in front of him again
- He doesn’t want them to say it because of his pride. He knows he’ll cry hearing their name and he’d get flashbacks to Michael standing over MC’s bleeding body as they cried Lucifer’s name, hopeful that he’d be able to save them.
- He wasn’t able to save them despite being right there, he was being held back by some angels and was fighting them at that moment, but even after he killed those angels and Michael, he got to their side too late, their eyes empty and skin still warm, but getting colder as the seconds pass.
- He’d scream and cry so loud the entire Devildom would hear, and he wouldn’t care, no matter how much pride he held, he was torn to pieces and felt lost the second their soul left their frail human body
- He and Diavolo immediately agree that God needs to feel the same pain he’d put all the brothers through twice
- They go to the celestial realm and attack a bunch of Archangels
- His anger from losing both his sister and his lover will be terrifying and is enough to bring God to his knees
- “I won’t let you touch anybody else. I won’t let you tear my family apart more than you have!”
- If he does not kill God, he definitely leaves him shaking in his boots,
- He will use all his strength to kill as many Archangels as possible, so his father would feel the same loss he’d felt.
- He’d leave God wounded but make him have to helplessly watch his children and friends die horrid deaths before his very eyes, just like Lucifer had to do with Lilith and MC, still alive, but left empty and helpless.
- His mourning process after the rage would basically be over working himself, bringing his mind to anything but the dear human he’d lost
- Watching his former brothers impale MC’s chest with a sword was not something he was ready to see.
- He hated every second of holding them in their last moments, he thought he wouldn’t have to watch them die in agony like he did when they let Belphie out of the attic
- It happened when he looked away, an angel suddenly appeared in front of MC and immediately had the blade in them
- He blames Lucifer for a while.
- Because of him, everyone found out the truth about Lilith and it got back to God and if Lucifer had just allowed Belphie to stay out of the attic to live with the exchange student like the rest of them they would never have died either of their deaths
- Blames himself a lot as well, he is supposed to be fast. That’s his thing, is being fast. But he wasn’t fast enough to save them from their killer.
- Distracts himself with drinking and gambling his life away
- One night he gets unbearably mad and intoxicated, which leads to him sneaking into the Demon Lord’s castle and using a gate to the celestial realm.
- When he’s there he books it to the throne of his father, begging him to at least tell him if MC was in heaven or hell before he sent him back down there.
- Hearing that they went to neither and God had simply wiped them and their soul from existence was what finally got to him
-He lunged at him but was stopped by Diavolo who had followed him there and apologized to God for letting him through.
- “YOU’VE TAKEN EVERYTHING FROM ME YOU SON OF A BITCH, YOU DON’T DESERVE TO RULE THIS UNIVERSE, ONE DAY I KNOW LUCIFER WILL RETURN TO BEHEAD YOU IN FRONT OF THE REST OF YOUR PRECIOUS ANGELS”
- His ranting kind of caught everyone off guard but they wouldn’t be able to stare in shock for long as Diavolo dragged him through the gate, bringing him to the dungeon where he would stay until Lucifer could hopefully talk some sense into him
- Why? Why did he have to tell MC to go shopping themselves, why didn’t he just go with them.
- When they used his pact mark a second too late, he arrived to their bloody beaten body, nearly lifeless eyes turning hopeful for their last moment of life as they saw Leviathan
- He turns just in time to see an angel booking it towards a portal, but he is too concerned with saving MC to actually chase their killer.
- He turned back to them and lifted their unconscious body off the Devildom soil, sprinting as fast as possible screaming for help
- When he arrived at the Demon Lord’s castle begging Diavolo to save them he was too late, somewhere along the way their heart had stopped and they died looking up at their yucky otaku boyfriend trying so hard to save them from a hopeless battle with a small smile.
- He locks himself in his room, not even coming out to eat meals.
- When Lucifer finally had enough of Levi starving himself, he opened the door with the master key and found his pale younger brother, in his bed sleeping, but under the blankets he guess Levi had lost too much weight.
- He also took notice of his lack of anime figurines and video games, looking to see them in the trash.
- Levi is quick to get mad at Lucifer but when Lucifer just holds him and pats his younger brother’s hair, he breaks down full on sobbing and snot getting all over Lucifer’s coat, which he cringed at a little but dealt with it for the boy’s sake.
- He wouldn’t go to God like the previous two, he’d just murder anyone who mentioned him or his angels
- He ends up giving away his fish too, convinced that he wasn’t allowed to have loved ones because no matter how hard he tried to save them he never could. First his baby sister and now the love of his life.
- Oh poor Satan, he had worked so so hard to get his temper under control, but watching an angel slit MC’s throat in front of his very eyes erased all the control he had within him and he immediately gutted the angel, within the blink of an eye they were just as dead as MC
- He called Lucifer begging for help, even though they both knew he was much too late and MC had bled out and died quickly.
- He held them until Lucifer and some of the other brothers had to pry his arms off of them.
- After seeing them taken away to be put in a casket and buried in the human world with their family, he filled with rage and grief all at once, from the top of his head all the way to his toes he was radiating wrath and he went on a rampage, killing demons left and right
- He wasn’t able to think clearly until a voice in the back of his head reminded him of the human and how they always helped everyone no matter their species.
- He stopped killing then, not wanting MC’s spirit to be upset with him more than they already should be.
- He, like Lucifer, distracts himself so that he can’t think of MC as much and be hurt by the images that lived in his head forever
- Whenever a book described a character similar to MC he’d tear every page, ripping it to shreds
- He’d lost almost half of his book collection in only a month because he managed to see MC in everything.
- Blames himself and tries to get to the Celestial Realm but is stopped by Diavolo and Lucifer
- After he had been in his room for about a week or so with no sign of even moving from his bed, Lucifer let himself in which pissed of the avatar of wrath
- Lucifer said nothing but looked in his eyes before simply saying the blonds name, before hugging him
- For the first time since he was a young boy, Satan let Lucifer hold him as he wailed and sobbed, venting and letting his eldest brother guide him through it all
- Why did he let MC storm off when he was letting that succubus flirt with him?
- If he had just told to succubus to go away cuz he was with MC they’d still be alive, they wouldn’t have died in such a painful way.
- When he heard a scream he turned around and froze as he saw MC, sword entering their chest and exiting between their shoulder blades
- He panicked and rushed to them, looking the angel responsible in the eyes so he could have him wait for when Asmodeus felt ready to kill him
- When MC gave him a soft smile and touched his cheek with their bloody hand, he held it against his face and cried screaming for help and texting and calling Lucifer like crazy
- When he felt their hand go limp he stopped everything
- He looked down and saw their once lively eyes looking at the sky above them, with no soul behind them, just an empty shell of the only person to ever fall in love with him for reasons other than sex, money, and power.
- He couldn’t look away, he just stared at them in silence, tears rolling down his cheeks as Lucifer and Diavolo arrived, both gasping as they saw Asmodeus covered in MC’s blood.
- Asmodeus dropped his skin care routines, rivaling Belphie’s title as the avatar of sloth as he slept day and night, no longer wanting to be awake with MC
- Why did his father have to take away the one wholesome thing he had? Why was his father so desperate to ruin things for his six surviving sons and Satan
- One day he suddenly jumps back into his old self, smiling and flirting like nothing was wrong, but everyone knew he was still completely broken up inside
- He brings home a new partner every night, each one resembling MC in some way shape or form, because he knows he can’t have them anymore, but he doesn’t want to think about that
- He just wants to embrace his sins and distract himself from any lingering thoughts of MC with strangers
- How could be be so reckless? He knows he shouldn’t leave MC alone in public places but when he saw a hotdog cart he couldn’t help but dash for it with all his speed
- As he was ordering everything the cart had he heard screams behind him
- He looked back and felt his blood run cold as he saw MC’s body on the ground, blood pouring out of their neck and an angel covered in blood flying away
- That angel would get his punishment later, right now he has to tend to MC
- He desperately tries to get them to respond to him, the only response he ever receives is MC’s final gurgled breaths, as they looked at him with terror in their eyes that slowly disappeared as their body shut down, unable to keep going
- and he roared, demon form coming out at he flew off into the sky, chasing the angel that was considerably slower than him
- When he reached them he bit into their shoulder before devouring them completely, making sure they suffered ten times as much as MC had in their final moments
- Without a second thought he flies towards the Demon Lords castle in a rage
- As he knocks down the doors he manages to knock out several guards who were watching the castle diligently as Diavolo and Barbatos had immediately left to go find MC and Beel
- Beel went to the Portals that allowed them to travel between realms, and charged into the Celestial realm, killing multiple angels on his way to God
- He wasn’t going to go down without a fight. Just because he rules over the entire universe doesn’t mean he can take everything away from Beel. He can’t keep losing the most important people in his life, it wasn’t fair
- When he fought his way into God’s throne room, facing him for the first time in several millennia he raged immediately pouncing at his father only to be struck down.
- The fight kept going until Diavolo and Lucifer had arrived to take the giant redhead back to the Devildom, Lucifer nearly killing God himself when he saw how hurt his younger brother was.
- He refuses to eat for a very long time, feeling he deserved to be in pain because he was the reason behind both Lilith and MC’s gruesome deaths
- He only eats when it starts to hurt Belphie a lot as well, but he hates it, he feels unworthy
(Simeon Simps beware)
- He wishes he could unhear it. The sound of MC beside him in bed, screaming as a sword entered their chest, gasping for air but failing to find it.
- Why didn’t he wake up to the intruder? How could he just let an angel deliver MC the same fate they had nearly recieved by himself.
- He didn’t chase after the intruder, instead screaming for his brothers’ help, staying with MC comforting them and trying to urge them to keep breathing.
- “Belphie,” “Mc, save your breath you’ll be okay I promise!” “I’m sleepy, Belphie....I’m.. Gonna nap here with you,”
- He stared at them like they were crazy, but deep down he knew this was their way of having one last happy moment with him. He nodded and held them, avoiding the area where the wound was and crying as he held onto them, feeling the last of their breaths and the life leave their body
- He turned into his demon form. He sees it now
- He shouldn’t have been hating humans, no, they weren’t to blame at all.
- It was the angels, they were the ones who kept taking away his loved ones. They were the ones who needed to pay.
- When everybody had gathered in the room, mourning MC’s departure, Belphie looked up and saw Simeon crying while trying to push Luke away from the bloody scene
- Belphie lunged at Simeon pushing him down before reaching his claws into the Angel’s throat, ripping it out as Luke and the others watched in terror
- Diavolo locked Belphie away for killing the angel and Belphie felt not an ounce of regret.
- Now father will feel the pain of losing someone so special, since he knew Simeon was one of his favorite angels
- Whichever guard allowed an angel to sneak by with a weapon is to be beheaded
- This was supposed to be a nice elegant ball with MC as the prince’s date
- But he turned to face a noble man to talk for a moment when he felt MC grip suddenly tighten harshly on his hand, and when he turned he was mortified to see a knife in their chest and an angel fleeing as quickly as possible
- Diavolo goes on a rampage, chasing the angel before ripping his head off with his bare hands
- He held MC’s body and cried for hours, begging Barbatos to bring them back in time again to save themselves once more from the cruel death they’d been forced to have
- He decided to hell with the Celestial realm, only the humans and Devildom shall be united, God had taken things too far with MC’s death
- He sent troops to the celestial realm and offered the seven demon brothers a second chance at taking down their dad, but with him and his army on their side this time
- When he does eventually rampage his way to god the battle is intense and nearly destroys all three realms, Diavolo was desperate to avenge MC and came very close to killing god with his bare hands
- He had done so much to prevent this. He’d known this future was a possibility so he tried to stop it from becoming the reality he’d lived in
- Where did he mess up? Why was MC’s throat slit right before his eyes?
- His usual poker face or sly smirk was nowhere to be seen as he cried on Diavolo’s shoulder, and Diavolo was happy that Barbatos allowed himself to be vulnerable with him, but saddened to see what had caused it
- Barbatos constantly blames himself, and whenever anyone suggest traveling to an alternate universe where they survived, he’d say no because that wasn’t his MC and he didn’t want to take them away from their version of him
- He never was vulnerable around anyone ever again
- He also nearly scrubbed every inch of the castle into oblivion, trying so hard to distract himself with cleaning, but no amount of chores could keep his mind away from MC
- When Diavolo suggests that they go to war with the Celestial realm, Barbatos is quick to agree.
- “I’m right behind you my lord, I trust you to guide us to victory,”
- When fighting he came face to face with the angel responsible for killing MC and he made his death slow and painful and forced him to watch his friends and family get slaughtered by the Devildom troops
- No no no
- Surely he had a pact with someone who could fix this
- He is panicking and can’t think of a single demon that could heal a wound as big as MC’s
- He’s sobbing and holding them, wailing and mourning the loss of the only other human to understand and love him
- He was angry, but he knew he couldn’t take on God
- He was moved into the house of lamentation because his anger towards the Celestial realm put the exchange angels in danger
- Asmo ends up trying to cheer him up, trying desperately to get his best friend and pact holder back
- He ends up researching spells to revive them, to no avail
- But he never gives up and Asmodeus and Satan remind him that MC wouldn’t want him to be acting this irrational and wouldn’t want to be revived for a second time
- He eventual realizes all that and gives up his search and just lets himself be sad
- Why? Why would he do this.
- He cries, desperate to find reason in God’s action, very focused on keeping his status as an angel and not fall
- But back in the Celestial Realm, Michael brings up MC’s assassination and Simeon loses all composure and tries to kill Michael, angry that he ever trusted him so much
- MC was an innocent human with no control over their lineage, they were happy, they had hope and were going to do great things, so why?
- Why did God kill an innocent human? He does not understand
- As the battle between Simeon and Michael comes to an end, Simeon is pushed out of the Celestial realm
- His wings blackening, horns sprouting from underneath his shattering halo, teeth growing sharp and the aura surrounding him becoming demonic
- He fell from grace
- He lives with the brothers for the rest of eternity, all mourning MC occasionally and making up ideas on how they could finally bring justice to MC and Lilith’s names
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