#my trash fan fiction

[shinonometrash]

Unsought Education

Court of Darkness Fan Fiction - Short Story

Rating: Teen

Characters featured in this story: Lou, Nix, Fenn Luxure, Toa Qelsum, Roy Invidia, Guy Avari, Lynt Akedia, Jasper Lane, MC

Fenn decides to host a special lecture for the S-ranks...Clearly there’s absolutely no reason one would need to be concerned, right?

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One typical afternoon at The Royal Academy of Concordia–

Lou finishes the last of his work for the day, filing the final document away in its designated cabinet.

Lou: Hmm…what shall I do for the rest of the day?

His eyes glance around the room before falling on his crystal ball.

Lou: Ah. I should check in on the princes.

Nodding to himself, he waves his hands and a hazy image of the S-Rank lounge is conjured within the glass sphere.

As the picture becomes clearer, Lou sees nothing particularly out of the ordinary.

Toa and Guy are reading books, sitting as far away from one another as the current furniture layout will allow.

Roy and Jasper are discussing the latest tea blends while sipping from cups of freshly brewed tea.

And, as usual, Lynt is dozing peacefully on the sofa.

Lou frowns slightly, disappointed at the peacefulness of the situation.

Lou: Perhaps I should add some excitement myself…

He begins to think of different ways to make things a bit more lively.

Nix: Lou.

Lou jumps slightly at the unexpected appearance of his familiar right behind him.

Lou: Yes, Nix?

Nix: It would do you well to remember that you are the headmaster of this academy, a responsible person of high authority.

Lou: Whatever might you mean?

Nix: Your current expression is the one that you wear when you are about to pull a prank.

Lou: “Pranks”? I prefer to think of it as…introducing challenges to ensure that the princes stay alert and adept at dealing with new situations.

Nix: Yes, well, if I recall correctly, I believe you recently “introduced” one of your little “challenges” to the princes less than a week ago, did you not? I suggest that you refrain yourself and allow them time to rest.

His expression shifting to an annoyed pout, Lou is about to protest when a sudden movement in the crystal ball captures his attention.

–

Fenn walks through the door of the S-rank lounge, dragging a giant chalkboard behind him.

Fenn: Hello my darling students~! Today you shall be referring to me as Professor Fenn, as I will be hosting a special lecture in this very room for all of those lucky enough to be present!

Toa sighs at the appearance of the noisy Luxurean prince.

Toa: Fenn.

The sternness in his voice makes Fenn laugh merrily.

Fenn: Didn’t you say that I should take my teaching duties more seriously~?

Toa: Yes, the teaching duties expected of you as a professor at this academy. Nobody here requires nor desires any of your “teachings”.

Fenn: Come on Toa, don’t be like that!

Toa: Go teach your actual students.

Fenn ignores Toa’s annoyed comment and begins setting up the chalkboard. A moment later, a presentation board makes its appearance as well, floating across the room to land next to the chalkboard.

Fenn: Ahem, today I shall be teaching you all about a very crucial topic!

Roy: Crucial topic…?

Fenn: Why, today is the day that I teach you all how babies are made! Please note, I will be offering hands on teaching as well, should anybody be interested after class~

Roy: M-Master Luxure, do you believe this is really necessary…?

Toa: We’re all adults here, I’m certain everybody is aware of how such things happen, Fenn.

Fenn: But are you, Toa? Are you really? Have you had the personal experience of making a baby before, Toa?

Toa: …

Guy quietly snorts in amusement, but then proceeds to roll his eyes, entirely uninterested in further entertaining Fenn’s usual antics.

Fenn: You see, this is why I must guide you all with my teachings!

Lynt’s eyes open sleepily before tilting his head curiously.

Lynt: You’re going to make babies with us, Fenn?

Fenn: That’s the spirit, Lynt!

Fenn: To be precise, I shall be teaching you how to thoroughly satisfy your partner during the process of making babies, without actually making babies.

Lynt: Pwaghhh…you can…wake me up when it’s over…

Fenn: Aaaaand we lost him again…

Fenn looks at Lynt disappointedly, but then immediately perks back up and continues.

Fenn: Now let us begin!

With a mildly exasperated scowl, Guy looks up at Fenn momentarily, and then returns his attention to his book.

But not before very subtly flicking a glance towards his valet’s direction.

Without a word, Jasper, who had been calmly sipping his tea as he watched the events of the room unfold, sets down his teacup and smoothly pulls a small journal and quill from his jacket.

Fenn: First we shall begin with some diagrams!

Fenn removes the first piece of paper to reveal the diagram of a–

~

Lou: ???

Lou: How odd…the diagram appears to be blurred.

Lou looks closer, but is unable to identify the object or thing being displayed.

Lou: Perhaps I need to do some fine tuning to the spell later…

Not thinking much of it, Lou returns to watching intently.

~

Fenn: Now then, to start at the basics! What is this here called? Any guesses?

Fenn waits for a response, but nobody makes any attempts to answer his question.

Fenn: Toa, do you know?

Toa: Fenn, I refuse to participate in your ridiculous performance.

Fenn: Come on, Toa! Surely somebody as studious as yourself would be interested in learning how to properly please a lady~?

Fenn: Or a man, for that matter~

Fenn turns his head and shoots a wink towards an empty space, almost as if he were winking at an invisible camera.

Toa: Why are you winking at nothingness? Have you at last gone fully mad?

Fenn: You never know who may be watching, Toa.

Fenn turns his head and winks once more.

Toa: …

Electing not to respond to Fenn’s nonsensical comment, Toa instead returns his gaze towards the book in his hands.

Toa: As for your prior question…I have no interest in such topics.

Fenn: Why, you say that, and yet that very book you are reading right now contains quite the explicit scenes as well, does it not?

Toa: …I do not know what you are speaking of.

Fenn: Oh~? Is that so…

Walking closer, Fenn peers at the open book in Toa’s hands.

Fenn: Would I be correct in assuming that you are approximately two-thirds through the novel at this time?

Toa: …Yes…

Fenn: Hmmm…well, in that case, perhaps I can jog your memory!

Fenn: For example~ Page 228, was it?

Toa freezes, his face turning even paler than usual–a feat in itself.

Fenn seizes this opportunity to take the book from Toa’s hands, quickly flipping through the pages.

Fenn: Let’s see here…page 228…

Fenn: Ah, yes, here we are!

Fenn: “He pulls away from their passionate kiss, his eyes shining with lust. “If…If we continue any longer, I-I don’t think I’ll be able to stop myself…””

Fenn reads out the lines dramatically, much to Toa’s horror.

Fenn: ““It’s okay, I don’t want you to stop. I want you too, you know,” she whispers breathily, her hand trailing further and further down until she reaches his–

Toa grabs the book from Fenn’s hands, slamming it shut before the Luxurean prince can continue reading aloud.

Toa: I…I merely skimmed over those sections…

Fenn: Sure you did, Toa.

Toa: M-More importantly…how do you know this book so well?

Fenn: Hehe, I have my ways, dear Toa~

Fenn flashes Toa a flirty wink before returning to the presentation board.

Fenn: I ask once again, can anybody tell me what this is?

Fenn looks around the room, but nobody except Jasper seems to be paying any attention.

Fenn: Jasper? Do you know?

Jasper: I am merely a silent observer, Master Luxure, please, pretend as if I am not present.

Fenn: Bahh…why is nobody any fun here??

Returning to the chalkboard, Fenn is about to give out the answer when Roy calmly raises his hand.

Thrilled that finally somebody is willing to participate, Fenn calls on Roy.

Fenn: Roy?

Roy: That is known as the [censored].

Fenn: Indeed it is! And what are you meant to do with the [censored]? Roy: First you [censored], then very carefully [censored].

~

Lou: Hm? Again? 

Lou looks around in search of one of his familiars.

Lou: Nix, I think there’s something wrong with my crystal ball.

Nix: Why is that?

Lou: Several parts of their conversation are being replaced with an extended beep noise and the diagrams are blurred.

Nix: Ah. That.

Nix: Phinny and I made some modifications to censor certain views or conversations.

Lou: And for what reason would that be necessary?

Nix: Some people do prefer to have their privacy, Lou.

~

Roy: -and then you [censored] and [censored] your partner with your [censored] and [censored], correct?

Fenn: Why, yes Roy! You are entirely correct!

Fenn: Although you mustn’t forget to always [censored].

Roy: Ah, indeed. It is very important to always [censored].

Things continue on in this manner–and what once was Fenn’s “lesson” has now transformed into a strange type of Q&A style informational between Fenn and Roy.

Nobody knows quite what to make of it.

Even Lynt at some point has awoken from his nap and is sharing uncomfortable glances with the other two S-ranks present.

It’s clear that everybody is thinking the same thing. “How does he know so much about this…?”

~ Lou: This is a rather enlightening experience on many levels. Wouldn’t you agree, Nix?

Nix: “Enlightening” is one word to describe it, yes…

~

The door to the S-rank lounge suddenly opens.

MC: Hello~

Seeing everybody with a shocked yet uncomfortable expression on their face, she pauses in concern.

MC: Um, what’s with everyone’s expressions right now? What happened…?

Fenn comes over in greeting while beginning to gently herd her towards the front of the room.

Fenn: Oh, how wonderful Treasure! We were just in the middle of a lesson, you see! Perhaps you can provide some of your own input~?

MC: Sure, if you think I’d be any hel-...

Her gaze falls on the chalkboard and presentation board.

Her face immediately turns a bright red.

MC: Um! Actually! I just remembered I have plans with Sherry and Rio in the refectory!

MC: Sorry, gotta go!

She turns around and hurriedly rushes out of the room, much to Fenn’s disappointment.

Fenn sighs sadly, but quickly recovers as he returns to his spot in the front of the room.

Fenn: Now then, shall we continue~?

~

Lou: I should check in on the S-ranks more often.

Nix: Aren’t you already watching them quite often in your free time?

Lou: Yes, but I’m saying I should watch them even more regularly. There may be much valuable information to be gained that would otherwise be missed, such as today!

Rather than replying, Nix instead chooses to let out a weary sigh.

The End.

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#court of darkness #my trash fan fiction #court of darkness lou #fenn luxure #toa qelsum #guy avari #roy invidia #jasper lane #lynt akedia

[e-vay]

Savor Every Second

A scene from my Sonamy one-shot. You can read it here.

#my art #sonamy #sonic the hedgehog #sth #amy rose #savor every second #my fanfiction #my fan fiction #sonic trash

[pedroshotwifey]

I love all 717 of y’all. Feeling very appreciative and grateful to be a part of this community today ❤️

#just so cool that so many people read my trash #helps me to not feel completely useless #feeling sappy today #pedro pascal #fan fiction

[rey-ren-finn-poe]

I made a Reylo Hunger Games AU! I have been super inspired with the new HG movie coming out and couldn't resist.

#reylo #reylo fanfic #reylo fan fiction #reylo trash #ao3 fanfic #also my first post/interaction w the community in YEARS lmao #hi yall

[sexynetra]

Me? Writing Anarcia sick!fic while sleep deprived? It’s more likely than you think! (Excerpt)

With a deep breath and one final check to make sure there wasn't any puke on her sleep shirt, (she wasn't even going to bother going back to her room to find pajama pants to wear, she felt too shitty to care if Marcia saw her ass), she trudged towards the door, focusing her energy on not falling over, seeing as the room was still spinning and her brain felt like it was trying to burst through the front of her skull. Miraculously, she made it to the door without incident, swinging open the door to greet the tall blonde who was far too bubbly for it to only be eight in the morning.

Marcia, for her part, does stop her stream-of-consciousness chattering when she sees just how tired and unwell Anetra looks, frowning and immediately moving to rest the back of her hand on Anetras forehead, tsking slightly under her breath. “Step a bit to the left, Neech. You’re blocking the doorway” She murmured, the worry written clearly across her delicate features.

“Marsh, I don't want to get you sick…” Anetra began to protest, but Marcia was having none of it, already squeezing herself in the slender space between Anetra’s too-warm body and the door. Anetra’s breath hitched ever so slightly as she felt Marcia's body pressing against hers, and for just a moment, the heat filling her frame had nothing to do with her illness.

#just a short excerpt :) #also… quite literally sleep deprived and this is pre editing #I’m too tired to be able to tell if this is anything or if I trash it all and restart Lmao #but no matter what I choose I live and die by the nickname Neech #Anetra #Marcia #anarcia #anarcia fanfic #anarcia fanfiction #rpdr 15 #drag race #drag race fan fiction #drag race fanfic #marcia x3 #my writing #if this is bad I want to know but tell me nicely I’m fragile #and if it’s good also tell me!!! I need eyes that aren’t mine on my work I’m too used to myself

[readyforthegarden]

I squealed when I saw you reblog that vampire prompt post omg…can you do the ❝ it’s dangerous for you to be here when i’m like this. ❞ prompt with Josh please 🥹

A lil fic for my fave!! I hope you enjoy it!!

WARNINGS: Mentions of blood, self-inflicted wound, angst with a lil fluff, insinuations of adult situations.

You had been fidgety and anxious all day, leading up to your big plan. You hadn’t heard from Josh in a few days, and while the relationship was still new, it wasn’t like him to not communicate. It didn't help that the last thing to transpire between you two was him pressing you up against the wall of the seedy dive bar hallway, grinding his hips into yours as he drowned you in passionate kisses.

You were milliseconds away from suggesting you two barricade yourselves in the bathroom when he ripped himself away from your body, nearly flinging himself halfway down the hallway.

"What's wrong?" you breathed, the sudden movement startling you. Josh was turned away from you, face in his hands, his bent back heaving as he breathed deeply. "Josh, are you okay?"

"I have to go." was all he said before rushing away. You tried to follow him, but he was gone in the crowd of the bar. You'd braved the walk home by yourself, toiling over the night, wondering if it was your breath that made him so seemingly repulsed. Or maybe you were too eager, meeting his hips and he wasn't all that into it in the first place?

The first night, you were ashamed to admit you cried over him. Feeling hurt and taken advantage of, you were hurt, and let yourself feel it out. The second night, you drank...and the third. And last night you finally willed yourself to shower, and won every single hypothetical argument against Josh that you could imagine, bitching him out to shreds. Which brought you to his front door tonight, knocking with a fervor you nearly regretted.

When the door opened, you pushed your way in, letting your anger fuel your body and you whipped around to give him a piece of your mind when you saw his face. The lights were dim in his apartment, barely an amber glow from the bulbs, but you could see the dark circles under his sunken, panic-striken eyes. His face was gaunt, his cheekbones ever more prominent than they've ever been. He looked like he'd been lost at sea and starved for weeks.

"J-Josh!" you gasped, the wind knocked out of you. "Oh my god, what happened to you?!"

"You can't be here." his voice was low and gravelly, unlike the sweet lilt he normally spoke with. "You need to leave."

"I'll leave when you tell me why you've been avoiding me for the last week." your hands were placed firmly on your hips now, your annoyance coming back as he tried to usher you out of his home.

"It's complicated." his answer made you even angrier.

"Oh my god, I can't believe I fell for this shit." you huffed. "You're just like every other fucking prick out there. What, you just wanted to hump and dump? Pretend your suddenly stricken with deadly illness to get one last feel up and break it off?"

"No, no that's not it."

"Then what, Josh?" you cried exasperatedly. "What did I do that was so bad?!"

"Nothing!" Josh slammed the door shut, finally, effectively silencing you. He stalked over to you, grabbing you by the arms and bringing you close. "It's me! I'm trying to keep you alive!" your brows furrowed in confusion, a small flicker of fear lighting in your chest.

"What are you talking about?" you whispered, your eyes darting across her face and landing on his mouth. His teeth were grit together as he seethed in front of you, and that's when you saw them.

Fangs.

He saw the recognition in your eyes and frowned. He let you go, and you noticed his hands trembling as he stepped away from you.

"There, now you know." he muttered. "The monster I am. Why I disappear in the mornings.

"Why do you look like that?" you asked quietly.

"What? You don't think I'm sexy anymore?"

"Josh, you look like you're dying."

"I haven't eaten in a while." he answered, clenching his hands into fists at his sides.

"How long is a while?"

"Since a few days after I met you." Josh answered. "All I can think of is your pulse against my tongue, drinking from you, tasting your sweet blood." you swallowed thickly, trying to decide whether you were frozen in fear or if you were incredibly enraptured by his want of you...or your blood. "It's dangerous for you to be here when I'm like this. I can't drink from anyone else. All I want to do is drink you dry." you took a few deep breaths, meeting his eyes steadily as you could.

"Then feed on me." His eyes widened, shocked at your request.

"No, I won't. I'll kill you." you knew he'd protest, but you didn't miss the quick lick of his lips.

"You won't." you stepped towards him, but he backed away from you. "Josh, you haven't killed me yet, and if you've been this starved all this time...I believe you won't."

"You can't possibly know that." Josh shook his head. "I won't feed from you."

"Then you're just going to wither away and die?"

"I'd rather die than hurt you." Josh didn't move back as you continued to step closer. You gathered your hair over one shoulder, exposing the right side of you neck to him.

"I trust you, Josh." you said simply. "Please drink."

"No." you signed, reaching into your pocket and pulling out the small pocket knife you carried on you when you walked through the city. Without so much as a wince, you dragged the blade lightly across your exposed neck, letting a thin strip of blood begin to bead there. You could see Josh's nostrils flare as the coppery scent of your blood filled the air around him. His breathing started to quicken and in a flash he wrapped his arms around you, one cradling your head and lolling it to the side and the other holding your body against him.

His tongue dragged along the cut, and you felt his chest rumble with a moan before he finally sank his teeth into your flesh. You gasped shakily, feeling him pull from your veins. The feeling was strange, your ears filling with the sounds of rushing water, eyes fluttering shut and your knees beginning to shake. Josh's fingers flexed in your hair, and against your back, and somehow it made you feel more secure as he drained your body of life. It was terrifying and euphoric.

And just as quickly as it started, it was over. Your body made contact with something soft, and as you opened your eyes, you realized Josh had brought you to his bedroom, and laid you down on his bed. He was moving quickly, though your newly exhausted body wasn't sure if it was because of super-human speed or your mind being so sluggish.

The bed dipped next to you, and after the sound of liquid sloshing in a bottle, you felt something cold and stinging against your neck.

"See?" you rasped quietly, giving Josh a soft smile. "I'm still alive." He was already looking healthier, color returning to his cheeks as they seemed to fill back out in live time.

"What you did, what we both did, was stupid and reckless." Josh shook his head, tearing open a packet and placing a bandage over your wound.

"But we're both still here." you reached up, letting your fingertips graze his face. "I might need to start taking an iron supplement, but we're still here." He took your hand in his, kissing your palm softly before holding it against his chest.

"So you're not afraid of me, then?" Josh asked softly, a hint of insecurity in his voice.

"Not at all." you lazily shook your head, feeling dizzy after doing so. "It's kind of hot."

"Hot?" Josh scoffed. "Your boyfriend just drained a quart or two of your blood, and you got turned on by it?"

"You're my boyfriend?" you smirked, raising your eyebrows. Josh rolled his eyes.

"That's what you focus on? Yes, I consider myself your boyfriend, is that okay? I mean, if you'll still have me." you pretended to think it over for a few moments.

"Yeah, it okay." you replied. "As long as you promise not to be annoying and brooding all the time."

"Nah, that's not my bag." Josh shook his head, his voice returning to normal, and his chest rumbling with a laugh. "But my brother loves that vibe. Really goes for it."

"Brother?" you tried to sit up, but he gently laid you back down.

"Yeah, two of them. Technically three." your eyes were wide and he laughed again. "You'll meet them one day. But right now, I'm not ready to share you yet." the wicked smirk on his face told you that you were in for a world of trouble when the day came that you met his brothers.

#my asks #spooky writing prompts #this seemed longer typing it on mobile #this might also just be trash idk #hi I’m writing again bc I like doing it fuck the haters #greta van fleet fan fiction #greta van fleet #josh kiszka x reader #josh kiszka #josh gvf

[thisbravegirl]

My dream casting for Ares was Chris Evans, and I’m still sad it wasn’t him

Just imagine this face but with flames for eyes

I mean he plays a cocky bro/jerk really well

But also, and this is just my fangirly fantasies here, the amusement park scene could have been so much funnier (even though it was great, esp the tunnel of love scene, and don’t get me wrong bc im loving the show)

Like when they try to find the shield they keep finding shields but not the right one and one of the wrong ones is a cap shield and they’re like “oh that one looks cool- if you want a dinner plate as a shield” or something snarky just bc it would be funny. To me.

But yeah even that aside, I really wanted Chris Evans to be Ares but this guy is good too

#anyways #this has been a post #I am marvel trash #just leave me in my marvel trash heap #also this is the closest I’ll ever get to writing fan fiction #so if you hate it just ignore this #I think my ideas are good

[chorus-the-mutate]

The Justice Society is hands down the best thing about Black Adam because they just consist of two gay dads in an adult age gap relationship, their poor, dumb nephew who's trying his best and his soon to be girlfriend who's already the favorite child. And they all just love each other so much and only one of them consistently has a brain cell. Honestly I wish there was a movie about the four of them.

#Dr Fate #Hawkman #Atom Smasher #Cyclone #Dr Fate × Hawkman #yes I'm trash #leave me be #they're both upholding legacies and responsibilities they didn't ask for or blew out of proportion from what they were #and Dr Fate tempers Hawkman's impulsivity while Hawkman motivates Dr Fate to take risks to defy their initial fates #Is this fan fiction in my tags? yes #Do they have other options in the comics? yes #Is this movie my little microcosm to write gay fan fiction? YES #Black Adam #ash speaks

[yolki-palki]

I make art of my own fic. Sue me.

WIP WIP WIP

#i make art of my own fic #sue me #good god my screen is filthy #the witcher fan fiction #the witcher #geraskier #witcher fan art #wip #lemon's trash #geralt #honey lemon draws #dandelion #honey lemons trash #jaskier #regis #emiel Regis #orianna #the beast of oakhurst pass #the beast

[defacing-paper]

1000 ways…only 998 more depictions to go.

#art on tumblr #art blog #my art #I write fan fiction about my life because my real life is trash #I’m torturing myself #if I draw my feelings maybe I can finally stop feeling them

[shinonometrash]

The Dapper Wolf

Court of Darkness Fan Fiction - Short Story

Rating: General

Main Characters: MC, Lance Ira, Robin (MC’s familiar), Grushia

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One day in the forest–

Lance is lounging under a tree as usual when MC and Robin appear.

MC: Hi Lance!

MC waves, wearing a warm smile.

Robin: Master Lance!

Robin, seeming especially energetic, zooms over to Lance.

Robin:  Look! Look what milady gave me!

He flies around in excited circles, eager to show off.

Lance: Hm? What am I looking at?

MC: Oh, I bought him a bow tie while I was out shopping today. He absolutely adores it.

Robin: Doesn’t it look just dashing against my fur?

Lance: Haha, very cute.

Smiling, Lance scritches Robin gently behind the ears.

In response to hearing Robin’s animated voice, Grushia trots over curiously.

Robin: Master Grushia, look at my new bow tie! Milady bought it for me!

Grushia sniffs at the new accessory around Robin’s neck when MC suddenly exclaims.

MC: Oh yeah! Grushia, wait there! I have something for you, too!

Grushia: Aroo?

Grushia’s ears perk up in anticipation as he eagerly waits to see what MC brought him.

After a moment of rummaging, MC produces a slightly larger bow tie from her bag.

MC: I got you one too! Now you and Robin can match!

Grushia: Arroo!

Lance: What, no, you're not giving him a bow tie!

Before MC can put the bow tie on Grushia, Lance exclaims this.

Unlike Grushia, he is very clearly not enthusiastic about the idea.

MC: Why not?

Lance: Because! He’s a wolf.

Ignoring him, she slips the bow tie over the wolf’s head.

MC: So?

Lance: Wolves don't wear bow ties.

MC:  Says who? Look, he wants to wear it!

Grushia wags his tail excitedly as she adjusts the bow tie around his neck.

Lance: Oi, Grushia, you’re a wolf, not a blasted lap dog!

MC: There, perfect!

Now sporting a fetching bow tie, Grushia sits down in front of Lance, staring up at him.

MC: Haha, I think he wants to know what you think!

Lance: …

MC: You don't want to hurt Grushia’s feelings do you?

Lance: …

MC: Lance, look, you're making Grushia sad!

Grushia: *whimpers*

MC: Aww, come here Grushia. Don't listen to big ‘ol meanie Lance. I, for one, think you look very dapper in your bow tie!

Grushia sits down next to MC and she wraps her arms around him protectively, throwing a glare towards her paramour.

Grushia’s ears droop as he looks at Lance with a sad expression.

Grushia: Arroo…

Lance: Come on, don’t you think this is a bit much?

Lance looks exasperated as he watches his paramour and wolf companion, who is now laying on the ground, resting his head in MC’s lap pitifully as she comfortingly pets him.

MC: Really, you look very handsome! No matter what Lance might say!

Lance: Don’t put words in my mouth-

Robin: Yes! I think you look very dashing too, Master Grushia!

Hovering at MC’s shoulder, Robin also throws an angry kitty glare towards Lance.

Lance: For Creator’s sake…

Lance’s exasperation quickly turns to irritation at the melodramatic display everybody is putting on.

MC: It’s okay Grushia, even if Lance won’t accept you, I’ll ALWAYS accept you for who you are. I’m sure he’ll come around eventually…

Lance: Stop making me the villain here!

MC: Then say it.

Lance: Say what?

MC: “Grushia, that bow tie makes you look very cute and handsome!”

Lance: …

Everybody stares at Lance expectantly.

Lance: …

MC: Well?

Lance: I-I don’t think you look bad in that bow tie, Grushia.

Grushia whines, sounding disappointed as he returns his head to MC’s lap.

Lance: Wasn’t that good enough?

MC: Nope, you have to say it word for word.

Lance: Dragon’s teeth…

Lance curses under his breath before resigning himself to his fate.

Lance: Grushia, that bow tie makes you look v-very…cute and handsome…

Grushia: Arrooo!

Immediately perking up, Gruschia wags his tail happily and begins prancing around, proudly displaying his new accessory.

Lance acts exasperated as he shakes his head, but is unable to completely hide the smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

Robin: Come on Master Grushia, let’s go show all the others in the forest!

Grushia: Arroo!

MC and Lance watch as the two animals disappear into the forest.

MC: Oh my gosh!! I just remembered!

Lance: What?

MC: They had matching bow ties for people too!

Lance: …

MC: Darn, I should've bought it while I was there! I'll have to go back into town tomorrow and buy one…

MC: Just imagine, you and Grushia, wearing matching bow ties! Ahhh, that’d be SOO cu-

Lance: NO.

The End.

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Savor Every Second - A Sonamy “First Time” One-Shot

[A/N: Yes, the title means what you think it means! Rated T]

[Additional note: I listened to "Sleep Well” - d4vd while writing this]

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“Chaos Emeralds coming your way,” Super Sonic stated into the communicator on his wrist. He used two fingers to salute to his friends flying nearby in the biplane. He balled his hands into fists and braced his arms across his chest before throwing them outwards, expelling the seven Chaos Emeralds from him and into the dusk.

“I’ve tracked their trajectories!” Tails shouted excitedly. The plane made a tactical turn and headed in a pointed direction. “Great work, Sonic! Knuckles and I will work on collecting them. You take it easy and we’ll regroup tomorrow to go over…”

Sonic yanked his communicator off him and tossed it to the ground below, not able to focus on the fox’s instructions. As he slowly drifted to the ground, his fur fading from a vibrant glowing gold to its regular cobalt shade, his attention was entirely on the pink hedgehog in the distance running towards him. Her grin stretched from both corners of her muzzle and tears were welling up in her eyes.

Amy waved one arm in the air to signal the hedgehog slowly descending from the setting sky. She laughed incredulously and blinked away her tears. She knew better than to doubt her team (and especially the hero she had been calling “boyfriend” for the last several months), but this adventure was an especially close call. There was sure to be a huge celebration with the gang after they met back up for debriefing, but at the moment all she wanted was to wrap Sonic in her arms and revel in the fact they managed to survive this most recent campaign.

As the distance closed between the two, Amy couldn’t help but notice Sonic’s eyes darken once they locked with hers. That intense gaze made her weak in the knees and she had to slow her gate to keep herself from tripping. The second his feet touched the ground, he sprinted to her at full speed and swept her up in his arms, pressing his lips into hers. She kissed him back with equal passion, thrilled to be in his embrace. Their lips communicated without the use of words: I love you. Thank Chaos you’re alive. Thank Chaos you’re mine.

Sonic never made his concern apparent whenever they were waging war with whatever latest enemy crossed their path, but this time was too close for comfort. Sure they’d had near-death-experiences before (an occupational hazard), but not since he and Amy had officially started their romantic relationship. What if they didn’t make it this time? What if he couldn’t tell her he loved her once more, couldn’t hear her contagious laughter again, breathe in her scent, taste her… He steeled himself during battle to make sure that wouldn’t happen, but it did put everything into perspective for him. 

He needed to savor every second with her.

Sonic slid a hand up Amy’s back and clutched the nape of her neck, soliciting a dreamy sigh from his mate. He used the opportunity to open his mouth to hers as well, deepening the kiss. With careful coordination, he dropped to his knees and leaned forward, resting Amy on her back but not leaving any space between them while doing so. She mindlessly hooked her legs over his hips to bring him even closer. Her fingers laced their way into his quills and the sensual tugging made his fur stand on end. 

He finally broke the kiss just to smother his lips down her muzzle, under her chin and into the crook of her neck. The feel of his mouth against her and his hot panting made Amy tremble beneath him. The two had spent the last several months kissing and even enjoyed some not-so-innocent “exploration” here and there, but she was certain she’d never get used to this. His touch caused her to swelter and radiate so much heat that she was convinced she’d burn him. She let out a sharp gasp and writhed under him when he sucked on a particularly tender spot near her clavicle. Amy loved that he not only discovered that secret weakness of hers; he exploited it often. “Sonic,” she exhaled longingly.

The hoarse sound of his name on her breath sent pounding waves of electricity throughout his entire being. He wanted to hear more of it, in varying pitches and volumes.  

As his lips made their way back up to meet hers, his hands snaked down her delicate frame. Her form baffled and mesmerized him. She was so strong with such firm, toned muscles and yet some areas of her body were so splendidly soft and malleable in his hands. He traced her sides, her waist, her hips, finally gripping hungrily onto her thighs that were so tightly wrapped around him. They could feel the pummeling of each other’s heartbeats with how tightly their chests were pressed together, but it still wasn’t close enough. He needed to be a part of her.

“I love you,” Sonic moaned breathlessly into Amy’s mouth. Releasing his grasp from her thighs, he placed his hands on either side of her face and directed her to look up at him. His eyes roved over her as he hoped he could communicate this next part as urgently as he felt it. 

“I need you.”

It was as much a statement of fact as it was a desperate, ravenous plea. 

Amy’s breath hitched. This was finally it: the threshold they had danced dangerously close to but hadn’t yet crossed. The yearning fire broiling in her lower torso was so intense that only two words were able to escape her quivering lips.

“Have me.”

The split-second she gave her permission, Sonic bit the tip of his fingers and quickly yanked off his gloves before using his bare hands to rip open her dress.

♥ ♥ ♥

Amy’s eyes fluttered open from her slumber and for a moment she couldn’t recall where she was. She blinked until her eyes adjusted to the darkness and it was revealed she was in her bedroom. She raised her arms above her head for a full-body stretch, but a tender ache in her lower half stopped her short.

It wasn’t a dream. She combed her mess of quills from her face and laughed in disbelief.

What had started out there on the forest floor continued back here at her home. Her cheeks grew warm as she recollected everything that transpired. But with so many rounds that went on for Chaos-knows how many hours, some of the details got a little hazy. That was okay. She had plenty of mental snapshots to enjoy: his vivid green eyes boring into hers, their tangled forms writhing in the moonlight, the delicious harmony of their moans, his… dedication.

Amy decided she’d better snap herself out of it before she got too riled up again and awoke Sonic. Sonic…

She turned over in bed and couldn’t help but feel a pang of disappointment to see it empty. “Oh well,” she thought. Even before they were dating, an agreement was made that the aloof blue hedgehog could come and go from her place as he pleased. It was in his nature to be nomadic. Still, it would have been nice to have woken up beside him after the evening’s festivities…

From the corner of her eye, she spotted a figure gingerly tiptoeing in the doorframe. The shadow froze in place as soon as she looked over.

“Whoops, did I wake you?” Sonic whispered, a glass of water in his hand. Amy sat up in bed, thrilled to learn that he hadn’t left just yet. “Not at all,” she replied. “Have you been up long?”

“Nuh-uh,” he replied at his regular volume before taking several long gulps of water. He walked over and plopped down on the edge of the bed. “I was out like a light, but…” Sonic looked over his shoulder at her, a cheeky grin plastered across his face and his voice had a feigned bewilderment to it. “I’m so parched for some reason. ’Wonder why…” the corners of his mouth stayed curled in a smile as he finished the last sip from his glass.

“How quickly you forget,” Amy teased. He set the cup on a nearby nightstand before suddenly tackling the pink hedgehog, rolling and tumbling the pair to the complete other side of the bed and tangling up in the sheets. He planted himself on his back so Amy lay on top of him. “How dare you,” he sneered but only in jest. 

She pecked his lips as a form of playful apology. “How do you still have so much energy?!” 

“Crazy, right?” He closed his eyes and smirked matter-of-factly. “I’m aboutta tell Knux he can keep his Chaos Emeralds. I just need my ‘Amy fix’ to go Super Sonic.” He punctuated the sentence with a goofy shimmy. 

Amy buried her face into his chest to stifle her laughter and hide her blush. “Stoooop,” she pleaded bashfully, but she did delight in the implication that she had such a strong impact on him. 

The two sighed in unison, grateful to be alive and overjoyed to be in each other’s arms. Sonic stroked her tangled quills, silently admiring how ridiculous her hair had gotten from their activity. The slow rhythm of their breathing started lulling each other back to sleep. 

“I love you, Sonic,” she whispered drowsily into the sweat-matted fur of his chest. 

“I love you, Ames,” he mumbled before dozing off once again. 

#i warned yall i needed SPICE #plus ive been asked several times how i picture their first time going and well #i cOULD NO LONGER RESIST #my fanfiction #my fanfics #my art #sonamy #sonic trash #sth #sonic the hedgehog #amy rose #romance #fanfiction #fan fiction #savor every second

[chrisevansonly]

DNF For Love

lando norris x reader

summary: you can’t believe your eyes, and lando can’t believe his ears

warnings: none, fluff, lando being lando

a/n: this is chaos and idk what i was doing with this 😭

Every now and then someone tagged you in a link on twitter and every so often your curiosity peaked and you indulged in whatever the fan had tagged you in. Most recently, you’d been loving the fan fiction links being sent your way, especially if they were written about your boyfriend Lando.

“Lan I cannot believe you right now.”

Now that tone of voice had Lando freezing from his spot in the bathroom, cleaning up his facial hair a little before he took off for Bahrain.

“Um…i’m sorry?”

“I just I can’t even look at you!”

Lando was quick to rinse his face off before walking over towards you and sitting in front of you. His eyes a little bit worried as he stared at you.

“What? I took the trash out, i cleaned up my facial hair out of the sink…there’s no socks on the floor!”

It was only a few seconds later that you sighed dramatically

“Well in this little story here apparently you dnf’d a race for the reader…you never do that for me!”

Lando looked at you like you grew four heads, his jaw dropping open as it clicked to him that once again you were reading fan fiction about him.

“Oh jesus christ-woman give me that!”

Finally letting yourself laugh you passed your phone to him and watched as his eyes scanned the writing, before he shook his head.

“Yeah because i’m giving up leading a race to dnf because my so called “girlfriend” is missing, mhm yeah because that makes sense”

“You wouldn’t even dnf for me?!”

Your laughter never ceased as he looked at you with almost a disgust, the idea not even fathomable for him, and even you knew it was so stupid.

“Baby, I love you, but I wouldn’t even dnf for my nan…and I love my nan a lot..”

You nodded shrugging as he passed your phone back, shutting it off you sat forward to kiss his forehead, easing the wrinkles that remained from his sheer distaste for what he just read.

“You heard it here folks, Lando Norris wouldn’t even dnf for love!”

“Okay that’s it”

There wasn’t much room to say anything because Lando had you pinned underneath him against the mattress as you laughed once again, a smirk on his face as he stared down at you.

“Here’s a deal, if i’m ever dead last in a shit car, i’ll dnf for you”

“So never?”

“Exactly”

Watching you carefully you shrugged

“I’ll take what I can get”

Happy with your response he leaned down to connect your lips together, the fanfic long gone out of your minds as you held one another tightly, Lando’s kisses always working to have you melt into a puddle. When you both pulled away you smiled admiring his face a little more than usual knowing you’d be without one another for a week until you went out to meet him at the first grand prix.

Lando’s new rule, no fan fiction at the track.

#rueswrites #ruesanswers #ruesanons<3 #ruesasks #rueschats💗 #lando norris x fem!reader #lando norris x you #lando norris x female reader #lando norris x y/n #lando norris x reader #lando norris blurb #lando norris fic #lando norris drabble #lando norris fanfic #lando norris au #formula 1 fanfiction #formula 1 fanfic #formula 1 masterlist #formula 1 blurb #f1 drabble #f1 x reader #f1 imagine #f1 fic #f1 fanfic

[starplanes]

A (5 star) review of Bury Your Gays, by @drchucktingle!

I read this book in one sitting. I did not plan to read this book in one sitting, but I could not put it down, accepting that my lunch break was now an extended reading break. Bury Your Gays was just that good.

It starts simple. Screenwriter Misha has been told by his exec that the season finale of his show must out, then kill the two leads. He needs to bury his gays because the board has determined it's where the money is. Misha says no. Then starts getting stalked by his (definitely fictional, right?) characters from other shows. Either Misha developed some incredible supernatural powers in that meeting, or something more sinister is at work…

Bury Your Gays illustrates why queer people should be allowed to tell the stories they want to tell, instead of being made to use queerbating, tragic tropes, or fake relentless optimism in the name of corporate Pride. It's a story about the queer struggle to find oneself in a world that makes it so, so hard. There's a lot of love for the queer community poured into this book, and oh does it shines. I especially adored the ace rep - and the concept of ace rep as a plot point. I shall not explain further. However, I am more scared than ever of the corporatization of Pride.

Bury Your Gays also criticizes capitalism's monetization of tragedy and exploitation of workers. It explores what happens when ethics are ignored in the name of an ever-growing profit margin, to the point where the bottom line becomes a near-sentient thing. It leans into the horrors of AI and data-mining by combining the two and going all the way with it. Chuck Tingle has acknowledged all my fears of black box algorithms and also made them ten times worse. Truly a feat! I will be sleeping with my router off!

It's a masterpiece of horror, both visceral and psychological. Since the main character is a horror writer, the story is very genre aware. There's a lot of fun to be had in the tale of "writer being followed by the monsters he wrote," and certainly no small amount of terror. It gets gory here and there, with plenty of suspense in between. Hints are laid out for the reader, enough where I was occasionally able to predict what was coming just a page or two before it landed. My jaw dropped multiple times! The writing is descriptive enough to pull you right in (and gross you out!), and it's paced near-perfectly. There's all these little moments sprinkled in that elevate the whole story, from fun references of other work to subtle clues you'll only catch on a reread.

This book will be living in my head rent-free from now on. It's about so many things and yet has interwoven them all perfectly. Fans of classic horror movies will love this story. Those of us fed up with AI generated trash will love it. Anyone who joined a WGA picket line will love it. Asexuals fed up with lack of representation will love it. People who watched multiple seasons of Supernatural will love it. Is that you? Go pick up Bury Your Gays. Be scared, be sad, be angry. But also validated, loved, and joyful.

TLDR: Read this book when it comes out on July 9!

#chuck tingle #bury your gays #book review #publishes july 9 #I was SO EXCITED when I got approved for an eARC of this book #it was everything I wanted it to be and more

[greyfingers]

absolutely gutted n suffering from lack of charlie xavier thirst content like no sorry i don't want to see fanart and pics of him and his boyfriend playing fucking chess in that one movie i want him all for myself!!!

#incredibly sad tragic first world problems of being thirsty for heavily queercoded fictional men #☼ #what is even the point anymore!! #in my homophobic era /j #this is entirely satirical pls don't come for me #actually in my alcoholic trash x-men fan era but let's not talk about that

[queenofrunonsentences]

A Chance at a happily ever after Ch2

The one where she finally says fuck it and calls the cute guy.

Friday evening

She probably stood there stunned for 5 minutes after he waltzed out, as if he hadn’t just casually touched his lips to her skin, as if he did it everyday. Charlie was still sitting on the counter when she heard the bell chime, indicating the front door had opened and they had a potential customer. She was about to climb down when she heard her dad call out “ kid you got visitors! “ and then two familiar female voices acknowledging her dad, and asking him if he had any new Bowie or Beatles.

She rolled her eyes and pulled her legs up under her, not caring about getting her docs on the counter, waiting out their small talk and counting down the seconds until her friends popped their Blonde and Brunette heads around the corner.

Robin Buckley had a way of finding people she liked and forcing her way into their life whether they wanted it or not. The day she had started working at the video store she had seen a girl her age wearing a band shirt walk past towards the record shop. she had hustled over to introduce herself, telling the redhead they were going to be friends, not really giving Charlie or her dad an option in the matter. Luckily they ended up getting along and soon she was coming over for dinner in the apartment they lived in over the record shop, which soon turned into movie nights and sleepovers.

Laila Anderson and Charlie had been friends since the brunette had moved to town. Her parents were journalists, having moved to Hawkins to chase the mall story. Charlie, being a budding photojournalist, met the Andersons while interning with the paper. They had mentioned they had a daughter her age and invited her over for dinner that night to meet her. Of course a story had popped up and they had bailed on that dinner, leaving the two girls alone with 20$ for pizza and a movie. They had rented the Outsiders, and soon they were swooning over the boys and giggling. Her parents had come home around midnight, surprised to see Charlie still there and the girls in a deep conversation about who was cuter, Rob Lowe or Tom Cruise.

These two girls had quickly become her best friends, and while she loved them, they loved to tease her. Charlie braced for impact as they rounded the corner, They wore their work uniforms, a button down shirt with a tie and a green vest over top. Robin paired hers with loose fitting pants and chucks with sharpie doodles all over them, Laila paired her work shirt with black jean shorts with a green khaki button up tied around her waist, and a pair of well worn vans on her feet. They plopped down at the breakroom table, tossing their bags onto the table top, having spent enough time here that they felt completely at home. Charlie grinned at this, tossing them both a snack from her perch on the counter.

“ soooo Charlieeee, We heard you were hanging out with Munson” Robin cooed in a faux giggly voice. “ Who the hell told you that?!” She demanded, hopping off the counter, ready to fuss at her nosey father.

Laila laughed and jumped in, hands raised in mock defense “ Your dad spilled the beans about your new coworker. Does pops know you've had a thing for his new employee since sophomore year?” Laila eased into her teasing tone, her bright green eyes full of mischief.

“ I saw him peel out after picking up Dustin, looking all googley eyed, did you-“ Robin gasps and mimes a sexual act dramatically.

Charlie smacks her friends hands down, willing her dad to be too engrossed in his book to come check on them. “ shut up, no I didn’t and no I don’t, not anymore! “ she said defensively. He was just her dealer, they barely knew each other, he just happened to be cute and charming and completely her type.

“We just smoked in his van and listened to music. Then he helped me pick out a few records to listen to. It was… nice.”she trails off realizing she’s said too much to her incredibly observant friends.

Laila grinned “Ooooh, Charlieeee! Your crush on Munson is back with a vengeance !” she teased, opening her snack and taking a bite, watching her redheaded friend flush hot pink “Oh my god, this is amazing,I’ve gotta tell Steve!” Robin half shouts, her mouth full of twinkie, ready to run next door to tell Harrington their mutual friends’ lonely days might finally be over.

“ Robin I will kill you, please for the love of God do not tell Steve because he will tell his little friend Dustin and then everyone will know and if he doesn’t like me I’ll feel so stupid!” She pleaded, grabbing her friend's wrists. Robin scoffed and gave Charlie a knowing smile and shook her head “ alright it’s our little secret but only if you tell us absolutely everything!”

It took about an hour and her dad was irritated with her lack of attention to the store during closing but she told her friends everything, ending the story with a shrug “ and then he kissed my hand and told me to look at the list he made me… oh my god the list!” She exclaimed, grabbing her bag from the counter and rifling through it to find the notepad, flipping it open to find his number and ‘call me ‘scrawled at the top of his list.

Robin and Laila watched in amused silence as their friend threw almost everything else out of her bag to find a little spiral notebook. Nearly hitting them in the head with a few cassettes.

“ aww he left you a love note?”Robins mocking sing song voice rang out. “ So cuuuuutee” Laila chimed in “Oh shut up you two. Robin, you were a puddle when Vicki asked you to hang out the first time, And Laila, do I mention the googly eyes you constantly stare at Harrington with? ” Charlie shot back, enjoying their stunned silence while holding up the notepad. '' It's a list of metal albums, hardly a love note. But he did leave me his number.”

This causes Robin to let out a little squeak, genuinely this time, grabbing Lailas hand dramatically“ Are you going to call him tonight?” Laila demanded, already obviously way too invested in her friend’s love life. she shrugged “ I dunno, are you going to tell Steve you love his hair and want to run your fingers through it?” she teased “Besides, he has hellfire tonight he might not be home until late, I don’t want to bother him. I’ll see him tomorrow at work. We will have plenty of time to hang out.” She was making excuses, both her and her friends knew that.

Robin just shrugged her shoulders, not interested in pushing her friend too far for once . “Alright, alright, I’ve got to catch a ride home with Harrington, but I’ll see you guys at school?” Charlie nodded, transfixed by the note, waving absentmindedly as Robin left.

Laila stayed for Dinner with her and her dad, and it went by without incident, thankfully Lai didn’t spill the beans about Charlie's little crush. Soon they sat on the couch with bowls of ice cream watching the breakfast club for the millionth time. “ So this boy” her dad started, Charlie sighed heavily and glanced up from the screen. “He’s not what everyone says he is..” She started to defend him, Laila hid her smile behind her spoon but said nothing. Her dad held up a hand to stop her.” You think I believe anything Hawkins PD or the news says? Honey I’m not an idiot, I just want to make sure you guys trust him. “ he said softly “ I know that DND isn’t satanic. I would like to help him out, this town can be cruel.. “ he reiterated and Charlie nodded slowly.

“ I do trust him dad, he deserves another shot.” Mr Jenkins glanced to Laila “And what does the best friend think?” he inquired. The brunette pursed her lips , considering her words carefully before speaking. “I think people judge him based on his appearance, but I've heard he's actually a pretty nice guy. My coworkers seem to really like and trust him.” She offered before eating some more of her ice cream to stop herself from telling him about Charlie's affections for the long haired dungeon master.

When the movie ended Laila realized she had completely forgotten to start her history project due on monday and hurried towards the door, calling over her shoulder “If you decide to call, call me after?” she pleaded cryptically before bounding down the stairs and out the back door of the shop towards her car in the back parking lot.

Later that night she sat in her room on the floor in her pajamas, her new albums sitting on top of her record player, the Judas Priest album he had gifted her was on its last track. She knew what she told Robin, there was no need to call him. But she couldn’t shake the feeling of wanting to talk to him again. She had memorized his number and had to stop herself from dialing it once already.

“Fuck it” she said glancing at the clock to make sure it wasn’t too late then and dialed the number, holding the receiver away from her face for a moment as her heart pounded.

It was only 1130, He picked up after two rings, almost like he had been sitting by the phone like she had. “Hello, You’ve reached the Munson residence, Eddie speaking” She yanked the phone to her ear, gasping as it clonked against her head softly, she froze, suddenly not sure what to say.

He laughed into the receiver and spoke again quietly “ Hello? You there?” she shook herself out of her trance “ oh uh sorry it’s me, I mean it’s Charlie.” She fumbled, feeling even more awkward than before. “Hey there, I hoped you would call” He replied honestly, his voice sounding soft and sleepy. She couldn’t help but wonder if he had fallen asleep waiting for her to call.

“ I didn’t wake you did I ?” She asked apologetically, trying not to wake her father either“ of course not, my part time job requires I be accessible at all times.” He insisted “is that why you keep failing?” She teased and he sidestepped her question, instead posing his own.” Have you been listening to your gift?”

She smiled into the receiver “yeah,I really loved it! And you were right about the ones I would like best” She informed him and he chuckled softly “those are my favorite tracks, so I’m glad you liked them.” He confessed. He paused after this, silence settled on the line as he was clearly thinking deeply about something.

“What time do you leave to go to school in the mornings?” He rushed through his question, suddenly feeling nervous. Charlie smiled and fought the urge to scream into her pillow. “730, to make it to study hall, why ? Are you trying to carry my books to my locker for me or something?” She teased to avoid giving away her excitement.

“Something like that, if you weren’t opposed to being seen with the freak” he murmured. “I don’t care what other people think. ” She informed him quickly and firmly. “ alright then, can I -uh- pick you up Monday , and take you to school and maybe work after? I heard it might rain all day and I would hate for you to have to drive that moped in a storm. “

he was making excuses, and probably talking too much but she didn’t seem to mind and spoke softly “such a gentlemen.” She teased before agreeing “only if you play me more of your favorite songs.” How could he say no to that. “ You got it , I’ll see you soon, Sweet dreams.”

When they hung up, she finally did scream into her pillow as softly as she could to not disturb her dad across the apartment, before dialing her best friends number, not bothering to check the time, knowing she would still be up working on her project.

“You are not going to believe it…But Eddie wants to drive me to school on monday, so I think you are going to be relieved of your duties as my ride when it rains. “ She said as soon as Laila answered, not bothering to offer her a greeting or introduction.

#eddie munson #eddie munson x oc #I am Eddie Munson trash #stranger things fan fiction #Eddie reminds me of my husband so this fic has basically written itself #this is an eddie munson simp account #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson x original character #Happily ever after stranger things fanfic