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goatpaste · 5 months
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Hey what's up, if you don't mind me asking what do some of your OC stands do?? I think they're all really cool and I'm curious! Btw wonderful art!!!
Honestly i dont have an awnser for all of them, and some of these I half ass made as i was going with these lol
im not very good at the power selecting part of creating stands lol
but I liked the excuse to draw them <3
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houseofsoot · 1 year
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hi hi hi gapple i haveth a request for thee so. its your birthday, and wilbur decides to throw a surprise party for you. it starts off all sweet like youre unlocking the door to your apartment, and yk all your friends pop up and theyre like "surprise!!!!" and then near the end when everyones shit-drunk wilbur accidentally admits he's in love with you smiles and giggles
Its My Party (Wilbur Soot x Reader)
Thank you Jade!! Welcome all to Fanboy February! Day 2! Already losing motivation! Cw: Drinking
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You’d just finished possibly the most boring day of your life.
The one day a year where you could be justifiably selfish and want the time and attention of your friends.
And yet here you were, hopping off the bus with your umbrella still soaking wet. 
You couldn’t help but feel a pang of sadness as you trudged into the apartment lobby, apologizing to the receptionist for the wet droplets on the floor. 
No one was free today. Not Tommy or George or even your best friend, Wilbur.
You were just about ready to collapse, your feet hurt and your hair felt too hairy and your clothes were too much cloth.
Your brain was turning to mush as you looked through your keys to find the one to your apartment. 
You fit the key in the lock and turned it.
Maybe you could warm up some chicken nuggets, the dino kind.
You stepped inside.
Yeah, dino nuggets sounded good.
You closed the door behind you, sighing as you went to kick off your shoes, flinging them into some random corner of your apartment. 
You almost missed the small groan of pain.
You flicked on the lights and people jumped out at you, excitedly cheering birthday wishes at you while you just stared, horrified that your shoe had connected with Wilburs head.
He gave a thumbs up from his place on the floor while the others surrounded you, giving you hugs and taking your bags from your arms, instead filling them with gifts. 
“Aw- you guys remembered!” A chorus of ‘Of course we did’ ‘We’d never forget’ from your friends, and of course a very offended ‘I never forget anything’ from Tommy
You just sighed, shaking your head at the young blonde, “Of course you don’t Toms.” You, however, were more focused on getting the presents on the table and making sure Wilbur was ok. 
Whilst everyone rushed around to get your couch set up for your favorite movie, you knelt next to Wilbur, sighing as you traced the little mark of your shoe on his cheek. He noticed the little frown on your face when you looked at it, flashing a heart stealing smile at you. “Just a mark, don’t worry.” “I was more worried about you not picking up the phone all day, dumbass.” He feigned hurt, "Did you think I really forgot your special day?”
“Yeah.” There was a moment of silence before he brought you into a tight hug. “No, never.” More silence. Then you noticed the quiet around you as well and looked round to see everyone eyeing you both suspiciously, minus Tommy who was open mouthed and staring at you, scandalized.
You just rolled your eyes, “Grow up.” And with those two words a round of oohs and awws were released, you trying your absolute hardest to just brush them off and redirect.
A while later you were all situated, all comfy and cozy on your couch watching a movie with a table of snacks and cake in front of you.
You were snuggled up against Wilbur, George leaning on your other side, very much asleep.
You wouldn’t have noticed the little glances Wilbur kept taking, looking at you throughout the movie, if it weren’t for the fact that you were so hyper aware of every movement he made.
You could barely focus on the movie and eventually shut it off, deciding to just play a few games, some Uno, with a catch of course.
Every time you drew you’d take a shot.
You, of course, were known to be pretty good at Uno, confident in every card you placed. Until you weren’t and begrudgingly knocked back a few.
You’d been playing for a good hour or two when everyone decided it was time to wind down, thankfully everyone lived pretty close and could easily walk home. 
You waved everyone goodbye, laughing at George who was about to topple over onto poor Sapnap.
You closed the door to your apartment, sighing, not quite noticing the lack of a giant 6’5 man in your apartment living room.
You decided to go drink a little more in your room, bringing a plastic cup and cracking open a bottle of your favorite drink. 
You made your way to your room, to find Wilbur looking through an old photo album. “Will?” “Oh uh.. Sorry should i go?” You just smiled as you walked over, setting the bottle and cup on the nightstand.
 “Another glass?”
“Please” And another glass you did indeed grab, sitting next to him and looking through the photos while you drank. You were smiling so hard your cheeks hurt.
Every photo you found with Wilbur was an excuse to lean a little closer, look a little further, cuddle up closer to him, even if you didn’t realize he was doing the same.
Eventually you reached the more present photos, like one of you at the bar that Wilbur had taken.
Or you at one of Wilburs gigs with the band.
Or one of Wilbur and you sitting at a coffee shop.
Huh. There were a lot of you and Wilbur.
You looked at him, only to find him already looking at you, drowsy but the adoration in his eyes clear. 
You looked down to his lips, then his eyes. “You look.. Nice” “You look perfect.. Always so perfect.” You felt your heart beating in your throat.
“Why’re you so perfect..?” He seemed to ask genuinely, leaning closer to your face, his eyes burning into yours. His forehead touched yours and you felt your breath catch.
“What are you doing?”
“Well.. i was going to kiss you..”
“Why don’t you?”
“Because.. You deserve to be kissed sober..when I can stop being a pussy and tell you I love you.”
There was a moment of silence in which both of you processed his mistake.
Then he was pulling away again, retreating while muttering curses to himself, readying to excuse himself from your apartment, to apologize, to get out of your life.
Every thought came to a halt when you reached forward, wrapping your arms around him.
“Stay.. kiss me in the morning and tell me that again please?”
He froze, the fear ebbing away slowly. “Are you sure?”
“Yeah. Come cuddle.”
He gently picked you up, laying you to be more comfortable against the pillows then settling in next to you, your head nestled under his chin and the blanket he brought around keeping you warm. He gently picked you up, laying you to be more comfortable against the pillows then settling in next to you, your head nestled under his chin and the blanket he brought around keeping you warm. "This good?" "Perfect."
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pumpkin-patch-cat · 6 months
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After all this time...
this song STILL hits HARD AF, AYYEEE 🔥🔥
*dances around the kitchen while flinging Apple Fritters at eveyone*
It's My Party - Obey me! Boys
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kitten-ly · 1 year
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It’s My Party
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Chapter 10
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Just as discussed the day prior, Fishlegs, Astrid, and Hiccup took a trip to the village library, which was ancient and wind-blown. Inside the old building, were endless, towering shelves of books, and beside them were piles and stacks of more books. There was plenty of light falling in from the ornate skylights and high tower windows, showcasing the overlay of dust in the static air. There was a small, frail librarian seated behind a desk at the entrance, who appeared just about as old as the building itself. She didn’t greet them, only peered over her book, as they walked in, giving them a suspicious look before returning to reading.
The kids browsed up and down the aisles, searching for something of interest, when Astrid spotted a gorgeous silver-lined book, popping out at her amongst the other dull ones. She pulled the bright thing off the shelf and was gratefully pleased to see it was something about dragons. Everyone was fascinated by the book, they plopped down on the floor beside each other, in the middle of the aisle, to look through it.
Astrid, between the two of them, was all too aware of Hiccup’s shoulder and leg against hers. She had been longing for this contact all night and day. The lucky contact of his touch was so loud, it was screaming. Her face pooled with warmth, as they looked over maps and drawings in the book and she tried her best to distract herself by pointing out to the boys the subtle difference between two sets of dragon tracks.
After half an hour of flipping through the contents and maybe another half hour of searching for another book, the three of them decided they were bored and left.
The blinding daylight had their eyes in sudden tears, yet the clean, crisp air was more refreshing than ever after being in such a dusty, old building. The sun still hung high overhead, but Fishlegs said he had to help his dad with a fishing rod project, and Hiccup had to work at the forge, so Astrid was off to find her next activity alone.
The sky was clear and there was no sign of rain. Astrid decided she would go on a solo hunting patrol along the trail that twisted through the dense thicket surrounding Berk.
Astrid gathered some arrows and her favorite bow her father had gifted her a couple years ago. It had been carved from a willow tree and sanded down smooth and sleek. On her own, she used a pocket knife to cut a few intricate little flowers into the finish.
The young warrior set off on the steep downhill path that plunged into the dark woods. The air felt cooler and the sunlight was scattered here, unable to pierce through the full branches above. She moved quietly through the dense undergrowth, managing to avoid getting snagging on the brambles as the path narrowed.
She was used to being out here with an entire hunting party. While most of her peers were quite skilled hunters, it was much more difficult to move silently with so many people. And they would always be mumbling to each other. Now, here, alone, she was completely invisible, moving lightly on her feet like a stealthy cat. Not even a rabbit would hear her approaching.
The trail ended as the narrow tunnel of bracken broke into a massive expanse of windy plains. The tall yellow grass was a wide stretch, however most of the bright horizon was hidden behind patches of trees. The hum of rushing water was louder now and Astrid knew if she continued north, she would meet the edge of the plains, where the steep rocky cliffs overlooked a sparkling river which cut through the valley. Instead of trying to find a way down the cliffs, Astrid followed the plains decline, keeping her pace quick yet silent.
Astrid moved quietly as she entered another wooded area of undergrowth and tall trees. The shade felt nice on her hot shoulders. She could see a suntan beginning to form on her skin.
Suddenly, she heard a rustle in the bushes ahead, and instinctively, she dropped to a crouch, low to the ground. She held her bow tightly, holding her breath, watching the bushes carefully when a brown hare hopped into sight. Astrid didn’t dare move, the long blades of grass would rustle and give her away. She waited patiently. When the common breeze swept through the plains she seized the opportunity to draw her bow and aim carefully.
The hare stopped sniffing the ground and was still for a moment, its black eyes seemingly landed on her. Astrid held her breath, focusing on the prey, and then shot. Satisfaction swelled through her as the arrow pierced her target. After scooping up her kill she set off to hunt down another.
By sunset, she had caught five rabbits. Astrid proudly made her way back to the village to show off her fresh catches to Hiccup. The air was starting to cool down and her arms broke out into goosebumps. A cold shudder ran through her body in the chilling wind and she couldn’t help fantasizing about the cozy heat from the fire in the dining hall or the familiar warmth of her thick, fur blankets…or the sweet safety of Hiccup’s perfect arms around her.
Just as she turned out of the woods, a glimmer of white blonde hair caught her eye and a wave of uneasiness sank through her body. Oh no.
Cato was leaning up against a massive oak beneath the shade with his arms crossed, gazing out into the distance. Astrid froze in her tracks, hoping he hadn’t seen her yet, but it was too late. When he looked up, her heart lurched in her chest. It was as if he had been waiting for her and called over casually.
“Hey, Astrid!”
Great. She struggled not to roll her eyes. This is not something I wanted to deal with today. She approached him slowly with caution, her heart beginning to pound.
“What do you want?” Astrid sneered, unable to hide her resentment. She dropped the tied bundle of rabbits on the forest floor beside her muddy boots.
“I, er, was hoping you would want to talk,” Cato stammered, taken aback by her hostility. He glanced down at her fresh kills, his dark steel eyes revealing a glimmer of amusement.
“Why?” Astrid crossed her arms.
“Because you’re someone who I’ve considered a friend for many years,” answered Cato. These words had a strange sting to them, for some reason, however, Astrid remained cold.
“Well, you’ve been acting like a fucking jerk recently and you’re mean to my friends.” She snapped back. She had said ‘friends,’ but they both knew who she really meant.
“You’re right,” he admitted unexpectedly. “I’m not happy with myself…or with my actions…”
Astrid didn’t say anything. His aggression had grown stronger than ever over the more recent months and it had been driving her away. She found him rather annoying nowadays, unlike before, in her early teens, when she would actually look up to Cato and his skills and strength and wear herself out for his approval.
“Look, I just want it to be like old times again. Remember how much fun you and I used to have on the those all-nighter hunting patrols,” Cato smiled with nostalgia, showing his sharp white teeth and some distant memories came flooding back to her. “And every day with all the unnecessary combat training?”
When he laughed a little, Astrid actually found herself tense a little, realizing there was an urge there to laugh too. She would not lie to herself, she was fond of these memories. A part of her did miss having such a good time with Cato and the other two boys whom she had been so close with, Tom and Ramsey. They were her best friends for years. She even missed hanging out sometimes with Snotlout and Tuffnut, as obnoxious as they were. She imagined a peaceful world where everyone united in harmony and all the kids hung out together and went on hunting patrols together and shared lunch together. The grouping of social genres was so stupid, nonetheless, the root of the issue was aggressive people like Cato. He was just so jealous. Jealous of other boys talking to her or training with her when she wasn’t even his! If Cato could just accept that he will never be more than her friend, they could all start hanging out again.
“Astrid,” his voice was soft and pleading.
“I don’t know, Cato. That was a long time ago,” was all she could manage.
“You have been one of my best friends since childhood, Astrid,” she could hear the desperation wavering in his words. “Please, just let me make it up to you. I can’t lose you as a friend too. I won’t cause any more problems. And I’ll be respectful towards your little—I-I mean Hiccup Haddock.”
“That’s all that really matters,” Astrid said, for some odd reason her heart began to pound in her chest at the thought of Hiccup. “Don’t be mean to him. Don’t ever hurt him. Or I’ll seriously hurt you.”
“Okay, okay. You have my word, Astrid,” Cato said sincerely, his hand over his heart.
Astrid picked up her bundle of rabbits and gave him a somber look, before she walked away without saying anything else.
Dinnertime was loud and busy. Astrid sat with Hiccup and Fishlegs per usual, but this time Ruffnut joined them as well. Astrid was delighted to get to actually sit next to Hiccup today, her leg against his, his elbow easily brushing her arm every so often when he reached for something on the table. The miniature contact was fuzzy electric, making her skin break into goosebumps, her heart soar with bliss.
Fishlegs, as always took the spotlight and gave a detailed account of the time he fought head-on with a bear. Although he was practically yelling over the table, Astrid half listened, murmuring comments to Ruffnut here and there about Fishleg’s enthusiasm.
They all shared red wine and a plate full of roasted chicken and smoked fish on skewers.
“Do you think Snotlout is a good kisser?” Ruff asked, causing Astrid to almost choke on a piece of fish.
This even caught Hiccup’s attention, who turned his head curiously to tune into the exchange.
“What? Probably not,” Astrid said, taking a sip of wine. She followed Ruffnut's cloudy, distant gaze across the hall where it was fixed on the boy.
“No, you’re wrong,” Ruff murmured, clearly lost in her own thoughts. “I can just tell.”
“Wait, Hiccup, listen,” Fishlegs tried not to whine. “This is the best part.”
“Okay, sorry.”
“So, I’m gushing blood from my arm and stomach, but I gather all my strength and since my spear has now snapped in half, at this point, I realize that I’m going to have to use my small steel dagger to take down the bear!” Fishlegs continued, waving his arms and hands to create visuals to go with his story.
Astrid began to drown him out when Ruffnut started mumbling to her again.
“He acts so funny around me, now. I just know he wants me,” Ruff said under her breath, her gaze migrating to Astrid. “I mean who wouldn’t want me? But, I honestly didn’t suspect Snotlout would feel any type of way….”
“Ruffnut, listen, I know you guys will really like this part,” Fishlegs protested.
The girls tried to listen to his story for a few moments before Ruffnut whispered to Astrid again.
“I bet he’s a great kisser,” she was dreamily gazing off at Snotlout again. “Look at that mouth!”
“Why don’t you go find out,” Astrid challenged, lowering her voice mischievously.
“No way, not right here!”
“No, I mean, later. Like maybe tonight meet up with him or something? Go on a little patrol together?”
Ruffnut stifled her gasp with her hands but her excited squeals broke through.
“Yes, yes, yes. Good idea. Wonderful idea,” Ruffnut squeaked, giggling uncontrollably like a little girl.
Just past Fishlegs head, Astrid could see Cato had appeared at the far entrance of the dining hall. He was looking around the room when their eyes met and unexpectedly, he raised his hand and waved at her. Why was he waving at her? Was he testing to see if she’ll do it? Astrid debated it for a moment and when she slowly raised her hand and waved back, a delightful smile broke across his face. For a second, she worried he would come over here and sit with them, but he settled at his usual table, in the spot next to Ramsey, the black-haired, blue-eyed boy, whom Astrid was best friends with at one point.
“Wow. Are you guys cool, now?” Ruff inquired, who had been paying close attention.
Astrid merely shrugged her shoulders. She wouldn’t call them friends or anything. When she glanced at Hiccup, he was fixed right on her, a very subtle hint of distaste crossing his face. It was apparent that he had noticed this exchange between her and Cato, as well.
Astrid could sense that this made him feel uneasy, however, neither of them spoke of it. Fishlegs continued to list off the different species of snakes that were present in Berk, but Astrid was lost in her own thoughts. Maybe she shouldn’t have waved at Cato. She didn’t want to give off the impression that they were friends. And she certainly didn’t want Hiccup to think there was anything going on between the two of them.
The moment dinner was over, everyone split off on their own separate ways.
“See you guys tomorrow,” said Fishlegs, before heading out of the hall.
“I’ll let you know if I end up meeting up with Snotlout,” said Ruffnut. Behind her, Astrid could see Hiccup beginning to walk away toward the exit, a sense of dread filled her stomach. He hadn’t said a word to her since she greeted Cato. She was terribly worried he was upset with her.
“I’ll tell you everything that happens if anything happens!” Ruffnut exclaimed. Astrid could not get excited with her friend this time, the feeling of worry was sapping all of her attention.
“Okay, see you,” Astrid murmured and pushed past Ruffnut to follow Hiccup, but he was nowhere in sight.
Astrid left the dining hall, pushing through the crowd of villagers that had just shared dinner. She descended the stone steps in the cool twilight and peered around in all directions for Hiccup.
In a short distance, she could see his tiny figure in the direction of his house, disappearing down the village trail into the fog.
“Hiccup!” Astrid called after him. When he didn’t turn around, her heart swelled horribly and she broke out into a light jog after him.
“Hiccup, wait up,” she panted, slowing her pace as she finally caught up with him. “Hey.”
“Hey,” his cool eyes met hers briefly, and Astrid felt a small wash of relief, but he did not smile.
“What’s going on?” She demanded, searching his expression for any answers, but he seemed mellow as always. “What’s wrong?”
“What do you mean?”
“You didn’t say goodbye, or even wait. We always walk together.”
“Well, er, yes, I’m sorry,” Hiccup replied.
Astrid couldn’t help thinking she would get nowhere with this if she didn’t just say something now.
“Are you annoyed that I waved hello to Cato?” Astrid stopped to try to seriously talk for a second, but Hiccup kept walking.
“Please, talk to me for a moment,” she begged and realized she sounded like Cato, herself.
“Fine. Yes. I didn’t like it,” he admitted shortly. “I didn’t realize you were friends.”
She was taken aback by his jumpy conclusion.
“We are not friends! But we decided not to be enemies either. There’s really no reason for hate. We just reached a common ground, that’s all.”
He scoffed at these protests.
“Did you guys hang out or something and sort out all your differences?” Hiccup sounded annoyed. Astrid felt her heart sinking, he had never shown any kind of negative emotion in front of her before. It was making her feel funny.
“No, we didn’t hang out,” Astrid insisted, her heart pulsing in her throat. “He found me by the forest after I went out hunting. To talk.”
Hiccup scowled with jealousy at the mention of Cato and her talking alone in the woods.
“Yep and that’s when you got together to reconcile and sing Kumbaya,” he muttered sarcastically, casting his gaze to the ground.
It wouldn’t take a genius to know Hiccup didn’t like her being around Cato. It made him jealous and irritable. Why wouldn’t it, after all the hostility the two had been through with Cato up until now? She could easily understand why Hiccup would be confused and even pissed off with Astrid’s sudden peaceful interaction with someone who had they deemed an enemy for quite some time now.
Although he wasn’t her boyfriend yet, she could tell how badly he wanted to ask her to avoid Cato. She didn’t blame him, Cato was aggressive and rude and it was obvious he was in love with her. And although Hiccup saw this other boy as such a threat, Astrid knew he really wasn’t. At the end of the day, all that mattered is who she wanted to be with, right?
“Please, Hiccup, stop,” Astrid suddenly said, out of nowhere, grabbing his hand to prevent him from walking on, stopping them by a gnarled, shaded tree. He didn’t resist, but he sighed and turned to her, a glint of irritation in his usually refreshing green eyes.
“Please, don’t worry,” she reassured weakly.
This was not enough for him. He continued to glare at her silently. His cheeks had gone red as of his frustration had physically heated him or maybe it was the wine they had at dinner. Astrid felt a pang of guilt for thinking he looked so cute right now.
“How can I not worry?” He snapped. “I don’t trust that scumbag’s intentions. Even Fishlegs said it himself—he’s obsessed with you.”
She couldn’t deny this. However, she could handle herself. Cato’s always thrown himself at her and she easily told him off every time.
“That’s true, but, at this point, he knows that he’ll never have me!”
“Does he?” Hiccup retorted sharply. “Do you actually think he’s made peace with that, he just accepts he has no chance?”
“I don’t know,” Astrid admitted. Her brain felt fuzzy from all this uncertainty and tension.
For a moment, she tried to imagine if the roles were reversed, and some relentless girl was in love with Hiccup, following him around, trying to talk to him alone, lashing out at everyone who tried to get close with him. Her stomach lurched dreadfully. Oh, she would hate that!
“I’m sorry, baby,” she suddenly felt these strange words tumbling out of her mouth and watched how his eyes seemed to light up as if coming back to life. The wine must be making her bold. Her heart slammed against her chest as she grabbed both of his hands now, stepping closer, so their faces were inches apart and she held his bewildered gaze. “Listen, I’ll stay away from him, okay?”
“Okay,” he murmured contently, an uncertain little smile finally unraveling over his mouth.
She leaned forward to close the distance between their faces, kissing him affectionately. She let her fingers climb up the back of his neck to play in the softness of his copper flips. Gods, how she had missed this feeling. She pushed him up against the nearby tree and kissed him hard, letting the front of her body press against his tauntingly.
They stopped kissing, their close breaths mingling as Hiccup complained, “Astrid, we’re like right in the open.”
“You’re right,” she whispered and kissed him once more. She tasted him this time, fancying his flavor and the way his tongue moved over hers.
“Oooh, what do we have here? Lucky Hiccup’s getting some action!” A familiar and annoying voice hollering a short distance away from them, right on time.
Astrid turned to see Snotlout sniggering on the hill just behind them with Tuffnut, who looked at them curiously.
“Something that you’ll never have!” Astrid called back sourly, then snatched Hiccup’s hand to yank him away from the scene.
“Let’s go to my house,” she suggested, changing directions, and leading them toward her end of the village. “I can sneak you in through my bedroom window. We just have to be really quiet.”
Hiccup laughed nervously at this. “Okay. Er, what will we do?”
“Oh, you know. Stuff.” She shrugged casually but then turned around to give him a telling smirk.
Hiccup raised his eyebrows in response, but said nothing. After a few moments of following her in silence, he piped up.
“Hey. It would be far less trouble to go to my house. My dad won’t care at all if I have any, uh, company over.”
Astrid considered this for a moment. She slowed down to walk beside him, still holding his hand. “He won’t care at all? Even if we go to your room and shut the door?”
“He won’t bother us,” Hiccup confirmed, his face blushing red at her words. “If anything, he’ll tell me ‘good job.’”
“Well, okay. As long as he doesn’t go tattle to my parents.”
They shifted directions again and set off towards the chief’s house, which was a distinctly large, dark silhouette on the breezy hilltop, overlooking the village.
The quiet earth bathed in moonlight, giving the pale, tall grass a silver illusion and as they picked their way, suddenly a loud, cool wind swept over the plains, teasing the long, parched blades.
When they reached Hiccup’s front doorstep, the torches outside were beginning to extinguish. Before following him inside, Astrid cast a glance over her shoulder at the village below. She had never realized how tall the chief’s hill was until she stood at the top of it and looked down. Even though it was nighttime now, it was still early enough for lots of people to be out, moving around below, working, and interacting. They almost looked like little rats. She noticed one bigger figure standing still, by the vegetable stall, facing her direction. It was almost too dark to make out the details. Who’s that? Is that Cato? He was just staring up the hill at her and there was something ominous about it.
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ugly-anastasia · 11 months
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It's My Party | Tonnie
Annie: Hi Thomas!
Annie: Planning Levi's first birthday party for this Saturday (can you believe how time has flown!!!!!) and just wanted to confirm the timing works for you and all :)
Annie: Also LMK if you have any suggestions for the guest list!!! It's already pretty big with my people but ofc I would be happy to try and accommodate some friends for you :)
@prince--thomas
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peter-ash · 2 years
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Olivia Newton John, RIP 2022/08/08 😞
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songforeverything · 27 days
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— It’s My Party by Jessie J
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iamaplan · 1 month
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abrahamlincolnscat · 4 months
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Ok I'm gonna defend people who don't like winter here for a second,
Just because you can put more layers on does not make the cold better than the heat.
I say this as someone who grew up in a temperate zone so I know temperature variation, and sure, when it's cold I can put more layers on, but guess what? I'm still cold! I physically have a low tolerance for cold temperatures and a greater tolerance for high temperatures! I am comfortable at 85° but I am bitching about the temperature at 50°! No amount of layers will change that! Not all people experience temperatures the same! And that's ok! But stop shitting on people who have a different experience from you!
Anyway thanks for coming to my Ted talk
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tizzymcwizzy · 5 months
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HAPPY HALLOWEEN!! i hope you get to eat a lot of candy and watch a scary movie if you celebrate :D
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soosoosoup · 23 days
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Strawberry Swap
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goatpaste · 11 months
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fun idea: standswap one of your ocs
been so excited to get around to this ask since i first popped up into my inbox thank you for my life :]]]
not one, but four stand swap designs
just picked out three i thought would be real fast fun to do... maybe one day ill some of my other jojo ocs :3
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seldompathic · 1 month
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Maybe he'll survive this time????
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sp0o0kylights · 3 months
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Part One
Hellfire did in fact, have cookies to sell.
More than cookies, which Dustin practically preened over when Eddie dragged himself back to their table. 
The ornaments they had made were still there, but now the centerpiece was an array of baked goods. Spread out in a spiral, it started from the large cake in the center and spun out into miniature cookies held in tiny decorated bags, all while Harrington stood over them like a proud parent. 
It smelled mockingly delicious. 
Eddie glared at the display, resisting the urge to upend the whole thing onto the floor.
Cookies and cakes and (--was that frickin bread pudding?) whatever other treats Harrington had shown up with might look good, but Eddie didn’t trust it. 
Didn’t trust Harrington, even if the bastard had never really done anything himself--but then, he never had to, had he? 
That was the point of all that money, after all. So he could pay other people to do his dirty work while he kept his hands squeaky clean. 
“Inch a bit to the left--there, stop!” Harrington was saying, like the bossy asshole he was.
Like he thought he could just come in and expect everyone to follow his lead. 
“Perfect! Now don’t touch it.” 
God, Eddie had to nip this in the butt, now. Before King Horrorton harassed his sheep all day, and cemented the club's undeserved bad name in the minds of Hawkins.
“Dustin what did I just say--” 
Eddie stepped up to the front of their table, preparing himself for war. Looked over to his friends knowing they'd likely need a nod of reassurance. A show from him that said he had this handled.
There was no cowering. 
No pleading, helpless, 'What do we do Eddie!?' gazes aimed his direction.
Hellfire wasn’t even looking at him, and not because they were all avoiding Harrington's line of sight.
No, the fucking traiters were flanking the King. Like they were buddies with the bastard instead of mortal enemies. 
“Hey, Ed’s, Harrington brought pies. Cakes too!” Gareth said around a mouthful of said cookie when he noticed Eddie standing before him. 
It came out a garbled mess, but years of experience had Eddie understanding him anyway. 
Jeff was busy playing what sounded like twenty fucking questions regarding the setup, and even Grant appeared comfortable, happily letting Harrington order him around as they finished setting up. 
Like this was some kind of cutesy Disney movie where they all held hands and sang songs instead of a hostile takeover situation. 
Eddie’s eye twitched.
Sensing a disturbance in the force, Jeff looked up and immediately interrupted himself to point to a series of red and green cookies placed dead center, delighted. 
“Check it out man, Steve made some shaped like dice!” 
(And he did say ‘Steve.’ 
Not Harrington, or This Asshole, or The Invading Evil Forces of Darkness.
Just Steve, like Steve was someone Jeff hung out with everyday.
Jeff’s cleric was a dead elf walking.) 
Eddie took note of what was in fact, dice cookies. 
He hated how good they looked.
“There’s four flavors.” Steve told him, cocky little grin on his face as he observed his work.  “Chocolate chip, peanut butter, snickerdoodle--and the dice ones are sugar cookies.” 
He licked his lips before finally turning to look at Eddie, hair curling over his face and making him wave a hand to brush them out of his eyes. 
Eddie hated how good he looked too. 
‘Hate, hate, hate, absolutely loathe-’ 
“Great, sure, wonderful.” Eddie managed, though given the look Grant and Jeff both shot him it might have come out as more of a growl. 
Dustin rolled his eyes, and Eddie couldn’t help but notice that Hellfire’s other two youngest hadn’t dared to show their faces yet. 
Likely they knew Eddie was having an absolute meltdown over Steve’s presence and were waiting for his reaction to blow over. 
(Their characters were dead too.) 
“I have two full cakes--one chocolate, on vanilla--and a few individual slices we can sell.” Steve was continuing, as if Eddie wasn’t glaring a hole in his forehead. “Those did really well last year when I made them for the basketball team.” 
Insults fought for space on Eddie’s tongue, but he managed to roll a 20 to pick the best one, opening his mouth to let it fly.
"Harr-" is as far as he got before he was rudely interrupted.
“Steve? Is that you?” A woman Eddie didn’t recognize but was clearly someone's mom came up cautiously to the table, side eyeing the Hellfire banner like a nervous horse. “That can’t be your famous tiramisu, is it?”
Steve beamed at her. “Well hi Miss Carpenter. It is!” 
Eddie was bumped aside by a massive purse, the woman not even glancing in his direction as she stepped up to the table. 
With a sneer, he finally slumped to the back of their little spot as Miss Carpenter looked over all Steve’s (not Hellfire’s and absolutely not Eddie’s) offerings. 
Didn’t care to wipe it off right then, even if he knew he needed to if he wanted to make sales. 
Jeff sent him a look.
The same one he usually aimed Eddie’s way when he thought Eddie’s antics were going to cause problems. 
He ignored it, on grounds that traitors don’t get to be judgy. 
“Oh,” Miss Caprtender tittered, the draw of Harrington’s baked goods clearly overcoming whatever fear she had about Hellfire. “Well I just can’t pass that up. The swim team meets aren’t the same without you!”
Eddie pretended to gag.  
Waited for her to comment on Hellfire--their clothes, their music, hell even the length of Eddie’s hair--and found he was almost disappointed when there wasn't even a single question about Hawkins precious golden child was slumming it with the weirdos. 
Instead, Miss Carpenter's hand went fishing in her purse for her wallet as she loudly called out over her shoulder, to presumably another annoying woman; 
“Terry, Steve’s here! He’s been baking!” 
For two terrifying seconds, there was a notable dip in the conversations around them. 
Grant’s eyes went wide as several women responded to the announcement like dogs hearing food hit the floor, and within seconds their table was absolutely swarmed by the mothers of Hawkins.
Even Eddie’s eyes went wide at the sheer number of them. 
“Hold, men, hold.” Dustin cautioned as Jeff and Grant both took a step back. “Come on, we need to get our gold!” 
“They’re scary though.” Gareth whispered in horror as four women tried to talk at once, jostling each other so hard they shook the table menacingly. 
“Ladies, ladies there’s enough here for everyone!” Steve laughed, showing off his disgustingly cute dimples as he did, getting several of the mom’s to blush at their own behavior in the process. 
The sheer amount of attention of course, drew in even more people, and Dustin quickly took up directing, planting Jeff and Grant at either end of their table while he and Steve fended off the hoard from the front. 
(Given the way he and Steve were equally ordering Hellfire around, Eddie finally knew where the little shit had picked that attitude up from. He was going to have to cure Dustin of it, ASAP.  ) 
“Here you go Miss Harper.” Steve said sweetly, handing over yet another stack of baked goods.
Without turning his head, and in the tone of voice one used to warn a misbehaving dog, he added; “Gareth don’t think I can’t fucking see you, get back up here.” 
Caught trying to sink under the table with another cookie in his mouth, Gareth found himself hauled back to his feet by his collar, putting a snarl on Eddie’s face immediately. 
“Hey--” He started, defensive and more than ready to intercede, except Gareth wasn’t flinching or cursing or doing that thing he did with his mouth when he was desperately trying to hold in his temper. 
Instead he was giving a sheepish grin and a half-assed apology while he hung in Harrington’s grasp, before doing what the guy told him to do. 
(It did not help that Steve patted him on the shoulder when he released him, before handing Gareth a third fucking cookie.)
Eddie’s eye twitched a second time.
(He told it to knock it off.
It didn’t listen.) 
No one acknowledged Eddie or his outburst, which meant he was just skulking behind the boys while they all worked. 
Arms crossed, rings tapping a rhythm on his forearm, far too keyed up to do anything other than glare at the back of Harrington's skull.
The King seemed perfectly happy to ignore him.
Likewise, Gareth and Grant knew better than to bother him when he was in a snit. 
Henderson made the occasional snappy little comment, but the brat had mostly left him alone now that they were well into the swing of selling, chortling over the increasing stack of cash Steve kept trying to get him to put into a “safe place.” 
Eddie was seconds away from walking up and snatching the cash himself when Jeff decided it was on him to attempt the impossible. 
Get him to help Harrington. 
“More hands would be nice, Eddie!” Jeff called, looking more than a little harassed as the mom he was helping changed her order a second time, snaking out the last single slice of chocolate cake from another mom who was eyeing it. “Steve and I could really use your assistance over here!” 
Eddie’s glare, which had been doing its level best to try and vaporize the King’s brain, switched targets instantly. 
“I’m supervising.” 
Jeff made a face like he was about to argue, but the King beat him to it. 
“It must be tough,” Harrington said, tilting his head to look back towards Eddie, “to supervise people who are working so much harder than you.” 
Which promptly set the mood for the next full hour. 
xXx 
Harrington was matching him tit for tat.
Every shitty, sneered word out of Eddie’s mouth was met with an equally mean toned barb, though given the repeated looks everyone kept shooting him, Eddie was very much considered the aggressor here.
A fact he cannot believe is coming from his own friends.
What happened to comradery? To Eddie stepping in and protecting them, from the likes of people just like Harrington? 
But no, Eddie makes one fucking comment about how the cookies are probably half hair-spray and suddenly he’s the bad guy.
(Nevermind that Steve had fired right back, telling Eddie that any hair-spray taste was probably from all the drugs he did.)
Was somewhat, halfway--okay maybe amazing, Eddie might have snuck a cookie himself--food really all it took to get them all to turn on him like this?
Erase the years of Eddie being their shield in high school? 
Act like Harrington wasn’t just as bitchy and awful as he had been in high school (even if he was, admittedly, being nicer about it all right now? Almost--aloof, like he couldn’t figure out why Eddie hated him so much, but likewise wasn’t going to take even one eye roll sitting down--and no, no, Eddie wasn't derailing this by thinking about his stupid eyes, he wasn't!) 
Frankly he would have flipped them all the bird and stormed off, if it weren’t for the increasingly weird little comments people were making. 
‘Oh Steve, it's a shock to see you here.’ 
‘Are you doing someone a favor?’ 
‘You know Pastor Jim said something about this game…’
The last one had put Eddie’s teeth on edge, even if Dustin had brushed it off. It hadn’t been aimed at Steve directly but the women saying it had absolutely been looking at the King, as if waiting for his reaction.
Not that Harrington would take the bait this soon, though. 
There were too many people buying fricken…cupcakes and shit, while the King enjoyed the attention of the masses. 
Eventually this tiny crowd would die down though, and that’s when Harrington would change his tune. Start answering some of the questions he seemed to be dodging as more and more people got braver about coming up to the table.
This whole thing was a ticking time bomb, and Eddie would be ready when it inevitably blew. 
To defend his table, his club, his friends. 
Even Henderson, who absolutely didn’t deserve it just then. 
“Dude perk up would you? You look like you’re going to stab somebody.” Jeff hissed at him ten minutes later, when there was finally a break in the flood. 
Eddie ignored him in place of taking stock of the table. (And maybe, sneaking another cookie.)
“Hope you brought more than this, Harrington.” He said, knowing he sounded like a stuck up ass and not feeling an iota of guilt about it. “Unless you plan to run home and bake more like a good little housewife.”  
“Dude.” Grant said, casting him a look like King Dick might leave and take the cookies with him.
“Oh I brought more.” Harrington dismissed, with a small flick of his fingers. “And I’ll have you know you’d never find a housewife more perfect than I am, Munson.” 
Then he turned to nail Eddie with the most shit eating grin he’d ever seen the King wear. 
Facing flaming a brilliant red, Eddie sputtered for a second before finally getting ahold of himself and spitting; 
“How delightful. I--” 
“Okay.” Jeff cut in, forever the mediator. “Gary, Dustin can you help Steve pull the extra stuff out from under the tables? While I go talk to Eddie?” 
“Can I try the tiramisu?” Gareth asked, inching hopefully towards the treat while keeping an eye on Harrington’s hands, lest he get smacked again. 
“Only if you’re a good boy.” Harrington told him sarcastically and goddammit why did that make Eddie blush harder!? 
Jeff sighed, before grabbing his arm and hauling Eddie back, away from the table, right as a younger man in some stupid sport’s jacket asked questions about one of the dice cookies.
“Look I get it man, I do,” Jeff started, voice talking on the sort of wheelding, pleading tone it did when he really wanted something and knew Eddie was opposed. “but Steve’s actually been super cool. We might actually make money off this, and he’s giving us all of it. Can you just… not antagonize him for five minutes?” 
Eddie stared at his best friend in abject horror. 
“You couldn’t have talked to him for more than twenty minutes total. Half of which he spent bitching that you were bagging a cake wrong! At what point was Harrington "being cool!?"
The asterisks were made by his fingers, which Eddie mockingly framed his face with. 
He got a flat, unimpressed stare in return. 
“It was a very informative twenty minutes and he was right about the cake. Now are you going to help or are you going to glower in the corner?” 
Eddie gaped. 
“I cannot believe you right now--”
Jeff didn’t even wait to hear him out.
 “You’ve chosen to glower. I can’t help you man, but we’d all have a much better day if you weren’t at Harrington’s throat every five seconds.” Jeff turned smoothly on his heel.
Over his shoulder he added; “Seriously, don’t come back until you’ve worked your way out of your snit.” 
Shocked, Eddie watched Jeff float back to the front, inserting himself easily between Grant and Steve and immediately striking up a conversation.
With the enemy. 
“I didn’t know you baked.” Jeff told Steve loudly (and very obviously, for Eddie to see.) 
Steve gave a bashful little smile, then shrugged. “It’s a hobby. Got into it back when the basketball team needed to fundraise a few years ago and Tommy’s mom got it in her head we should sell home baked goods. Turns out its kinda fun.” 
“Please never get out of it.” Gareth insisted, a piece of God knows what crammed in his mouth.
“Dude, how many of those have you gotten into!? Stop eating the merchandise!” Dustin commanded, smacking at Gareth’s shoulder. 
“I physically cannot stop man.” Gareth dodged, reaching out for another cookie. “I’m not sorry.” 
Steve just laughed. All charming and buddy-buddy, like it was natural for him to be here. 
Wearing a Hellfire shirt. Making jokes and teasing the guys. 
In Eddie’s fucking place. 
He seethed, fingers twitching, and envisioned the very unsexy murder of one Steve Harrington.  
Cartoon X’s for eyes and all. 
xXx
Trouble didn't hit the table.
It in fact, seemed to stay away as if on purpose, to shove in Eddie's face that he was the one in the wrong here.
Even the questions toned done, as the second wave of moms showed up, this round prompted by some former teammate of Steve’s Eddie didn’t recognize yelling about his apple pie.
Instead, Eddie’s wayward sheep finally made their appearance Mike and Lucas trying to sneak in as if Eddie wouldn’t notice during the new rush.
(Eddie himself almost caused trouble when he realized Lucas was wearing a Not-A-Hellfire shirt, which solved the mystery of where Harrington had gotten his.
He was inching his way towards them, a snarky word on his tongue when he saw Sinclair said something about how he was “already on Eddie’s shitlist for joining the basketball team,” in relation to what must have been a question about his Hellfire shirt, that caused Eddie to freeze.
With the air of a sad, wet kitten, Lucas followed it with; “I’m sure it won’t be long before he kicks me out of Hellfire anyway.” 
Like he'd been punched in the gut, all the air left Eddie’s lungs.
Because before Lucas had said that, Eddie had been thinking it. 
Not really--he’d never kick anyone out of Hellfire.
It was more that he'd thought about it in the way one does when you know you're right, and are having to resort to underhanded tactics to force the other party to come to their senses.
Like a sort of shitty, angry “I should kick you out, let you see what happens when you don’t have us!” kind of innervation.
The same kind he had heard the jocks sling before, when they were mad at each other and--God he wasn’t--he couldn’t be, like them...could he?
Like fucking Harrington, who oh fuck, was patting Lucas sympathetically on the shoulder and giving him some kind of whispered advice. 
Sonovabitch. 
“I’m going for a smoke.” Eddie bit out, vision tunneling.
He knew he needed to go sit down somewhere, before he fucking lost it in front of Hawkin, Harrington and everyone. 
And wouldn’t that just be a treat for King Steve?
To watch Eddie realize he had turned into the very thing he hated, preached against, even? 
That Steve was, maybe, possibly, doing a better job of following Eddie’s own Munson Doctrine than he was?
Eddie barely saw the room anymore--waived off whatever Grant was trying to say to him as flew past, shaking hands fishing for a desperately needed cigarette.
Maybe a hope and a prayer too, because apparently he needed it.
How long had he been like this? 
Been a douchebag asshole? 
Was it the whole year? More than? Or was it just now, with stupid Steve involved? Could he trace this back to that stupidly cute--no, no, annoying, asshole?
Was this some fucked up way of coping with his growing crush!?
Lost in thought and growing self hatred he nearly careened right into Robin Buckley.
Her slightly bent paper reindeer ears marking her as a member of the band kids who had been absolutely butchering ‘Jingle Bell Rock’ a few minutes earlier. 
Vaguely heard her yell Steve’s name as he ran off (because that’s what he was doing. What he always did.
Run--from himself and his own fucking feelings, like a total cliche.)
--but didn’t take in that she was doing more than saying hi to, oh fuck him sideways--her friend.
Because she and Steve were friends.
Good ones, if the freshmen were to be believed.
Rather than go outside and catastrophize in the cold, Eddie threw himself threw the doors at the end of the hall, then up the stairwell, to the second floor.
Tucked himself right into a corner, right there by the stairs.
Sank down into a crouch, hands scrubbing up his face before tangling in his hair, head dropping between his knees, cigarette shoved into his mouth.
Somehow, Eddie decided, this was Steve’s fault. 
He'd have come up with a reason for that, he was sure. A good one even, except he forgot one of the key features of his life.
He was a Munson, and as a general rule of life, nice neat things did not happen to Munson's--but they did get kicked while they were down.
“Okay, what happened?” Steve fucking Harrington asked, voice loudly echoing up the stairwell from down below, and Eddie threw his head back, nearly slamming it against the wall. 
(Maybe he’d pissed off a witch. His life would make a lot more sense if someone had cursed it.)
“She gave me her number!”
That was Buckley, the shrill timber identifiable even as she whispered the words. 
Eddie can’t really see them without giving himself away--could probably make his escape if he got down and army-crawled past the railing he’s huddled by, but figured this is their fault anyway. 
Not his problem if he overhears a private conversation if they’re both too stupid to check to see if someone was seated literally right up above them.
“That’s a good thing, isn’t it?" Steve was saying. "That’s what we wanted!” 
“Is it!? What if she’s just, you know, giving it to me?” 
“...I’m not following.” 
“Like in a friend way. Not a--”
“Romantic way?”
Harrington has the smarts to say the words quietly.  So quietly in fact, that had Eddie not been in the exact right position he wouldn’t have heard--but he almost swallowed his unlit (he should have lit it, maybe they'd have smelled the smoke and fucked off) cigarette anyway. 
“Sssshh!” Robin hissed, and Eddie can’t see either of them but he imagined her jamming her hand over Harrington’s big fat mouth. 
“Not so loud, Steve!” 
“Sorry, God.” Sure enough, Harrington’s voice is muffled. “How did she give it to you? Did she say anything?” 
“She asked if I want to hang out after band, but because I have that stupid family thing, I told her I couldn’t today, but I can literally any other day, and she said she’d call me, and I said--” 
“Robs, breathe.” 
“Don’t interrupt me, Dingus!” Robin said, voice shrill again, before she clearly listened to Harrington and took a breath. 
 It was big, and deep, and she blasted it back out loud enough for the fucking birds on the roof to hear. 
In a calmer voice, Robin continued; “I said we never traded phone numbers so I didn’t have hers. She grabbed my arm and wrote her number on it. Look, she added a heart!” 
“Okay, here you go! A hearts a good sign!"  
And Harrington sounded--sounds happy for her, practically ecstatic, which doesn’t make much sense given Robin is talking about a ‘her’ and-
And-and-and--
Eddie’s always been quick to connect the dots. 
It’s something he inherited from his old man. A Munson trait he’s tried to make his own through being an excellent DM (and not by robbing people blind or boosting cars.) 
Here, the dots clearly screamed that Robin Buckley was trying to ask a woman out. 
You know, in a gay way. 
Which Harrington not only knew, but was supportive of. 
Steve Harrington, who famously called Jonathan Byers' a queer before smashing the guy's beloved camera into the ground. 
Eddie’s head exploded. 
Or was in the process of exploding--he’s not entirely sure given the tunnel vision was back and his soul felt like it had exited his body entirely. 
Just knew that his world was being remade for a second time in five minutes, and that he was dealing with it pretty damn poorly.
(Maybe God would be nice for once, and just give him the aneurism he clearly deserved.)
Which was of course, when trouble finally did decide to show face, in the form of Dustin Henderson barging through the doors and into Steve and Robin's little meeting.
Eddie knew, because Eddie could hear him.
“Steve! Steve we have a problem!” 
“I’m busy Dustin--”
“Be busy later, we have an emergency on our hands!” 
“And what, pray tell, do you think is an emergency?” 
Eddie, who had instantly latched onto the conversation by the sheer need to have something distract him from his own thoughts, wondered the very same.
“Jason Carver showed up at the table, with a priest. They’re trying to do some whole kind of crazy sermon--is that a good enough emergency for you!?” 
“Oh shit. ” Steve spat, at the same time Eddie yelled it from up high. 
He sprang up, all thoughts of Robin and Steve knowing he’d eavesdropped vanishing entirely from his head as he lunged for the stairs.
Flew down them, because the thing he'd been waiting all fucking day for had finally happened.
He nearly crashed into Robin once again as he blew through the barely closed doors, Steve and Dustin already far ahead of him.
“Eddie?” Robin asked, voice noticeably nervous. "Were you--"
"Not now Starbuck, but we can talk later." Eddie told her, flying right past.
After he saved Hellfire. 
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ew-selfish-art · 5 months
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Dp x Dc AU: That one episode of teen titans where they all dress up as Robin + Tim being a gremlin about his legacy + Danny look alike/twin AU.
So there is that episode of Teen Titans where Starfire, Cyborg, Beast Boy and Raven all dress as Robin (Dick) while he's out and it's admitted that the outfit makes them feel cool. Imagine a young Tim hearing that story mentioned in passing by Dick while trying to manage what becomes Young Just-us. And then when Damain becomes Robin?? Gremlin mode activated.
Tim hosts regular 'Robin' Parties, where the idea is that you come in Robin colors, get a mask at the door and everyone gets to basically hang out in civilian clothes without the identity crises for those just getting started. "age appropriate" drinks, games, and good music are all staples. The parties become more frequent once Damian becomes Robin and he pointedly doesn't attend Tim's parties which... Neither of them are really happy about. Family is complicated, but finally, after a few years of cooling off, it's decided that Robin will actually host this years Robin party.
Meaning Tim shows up in casual clothes (MIT sweatshirt) and a mask, and Damian is actually dressed as Robin when the party is starting to get into the swing of things. The point of it is to make sure all the young heroes get to come and start to befriend each other, so there are a few people who show up and have to actually say that they're *insert alias* and this is met with basically "Dope, nice to meet you Robin" etc.
Insert Danny Twin AU (Or just look-alike fuckery) (for either brother but my brain is on Tim Twin au mode).
Danny decides to show up as his human self, grabs a mask at the door before coming in, and is slowly integrating himself into a conversation when someone grabs his arm- "Hey Red your brother is fighting with a newbie about meat products again-"
And Danny doesn't have a brother but my god has he heard this fight too many times with Sam and Tucker- He's going in and he's defusing this situation because he cannot handle the thought of this argument taking over his new friend group. He deals with it enough, okay?
Robin (like, the real one) looks at him curiously while Danny is talking down the other hero Robin (insert here), and the whole room notices when Robin doesn't take the opportunity to dismiss or belittle his older brother (Lmao because its danny). Damian cannot place his unease about Drake (again, Danny, who is not hiding his identity beyond a mask), and simply decides that this isn't worth the effort.
The party moves on but now instead of everyone calling themselves Robin, Danny is distinctly being called Red. It confuses him a bit, he didn't even know Red Robin was going to be at this party (he hasn't met the guy and doesn't know the lore), but he rolls with it because he's made fast friends with Robin (Bart), Robin (Cassie) and Robin (JON). The kid was full little bro energy and it made Danny laugh, he was so surprised when the real Robin joined them and fell into easy conversation with Robin (Jon).
Danny is playing games with a few others when someone goes to grab a broom to clean up- Turns out Red Robin and his boyfriend Kon had been making out in the closet for most of the party- and the whole room looks at Danny like he's tried to trick them. Tim is at first uneasy that so many people mistook him, but once he's in front of his dupe, puzzle pieces start to move around in his head.
"And who are you again, Robin?" Tim asks carefully, though he suspects he has his answer.
"Uh, Phantom, but you know, a lot of people were calling me Red tonight and I didn't get why until just now." Danny laughs nervously.
"Yeah I bet- Find me monday and we can see about a geneology test."
"That leaves us the whole weekend, to do what exactly? Fuck with people by pulling a parent trap style swap?"
"Nature vs. nuture and all but I don't know how you could be anything but my brother with a question like that." Tim grins and they get to scheming.
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latenightsundayblues · 5 months
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And in the final stretch of time just when nobody thought they'd do it BLUES COMES IN LIKE LIGHTNING TO DELIVER THEIR YEARLY LEGALLY MANDATED HALLOWEEN DRAWING AND TAKE THEIR 3 FOLLOWERS BY STOOORMMMMM
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Theyre all having a little costume party at a hideout and nobody's dead and strahm's there too and everything's fine and ok and dandy and peaceful and lively on planet earth
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Also strahm being a fucking buzzkill lmfao
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