#fake freaks au

[shower-phantom-ideas]

Got this idea while in the shower and an au where Jack and Maddie didn’t actually care about ghosts anymore. It was all a front. An act they put on to hide what they are really after.

They used to care back in collage but once they realised the government was getting on the bandwagon they decided they didn’t care anymore. (Gov probably asked for something from them that was just the worst).

Anyway this happens when Jazz and Danny are still pretty little. These kids couldnt get along for anything. Jazz a once only child now has to make way for Danny. Danny who doesn’t understand why Jazz doesn’t like him decided it’s only fair to be mean back and try to pull as much “im smaller than her” crap as he can. Their parents just don’t know what to do. And are at their wits end.

One day everything changes when the kids come home from school. Jack and Maddie are to busy being destraut over not getting as much government funding cause they just realised how crappy and insane their government is. They don’t notice that for the first time the kids didn’t come into the house bickering after the bus ride. The house is quite for a change so they can be lost in their heads imagining the worst the government has done with their inventions.

Anyway Jazz and Danny are in Jazzes room looking at a picture book and Jazz is reading to Danny when the parents finally realise something is up. Shell shocked (thats a good handsoap) they stand their frozen as Jazz patiently reads to Danny and even holds out the book to him for him to see the pictures. Turns out it’s a book about unicorns…. All thru dinner Jazz and Danny happily tell their parents about how amazing unicorns are. No fighting or anything. Not even talking over one another. They stare in awe at how Danny is smiling at his sister waiting for his chance to speak. Or how Jazz is helping Danny find some of his words by encouraging him in the conversation. It’s a miracle they think.

Then it hits them. This is what they can do. They will find a unicorn for their children. How hard can it be to hunt down another mythical creature. It will be a surprise for their kids too! Nothing too good for them after all. Wanting to keep it a secret they keep up the ghost hunting act. Making a few crappy inventions for the government here and there but all of them are for a different target. As the years go by they lean to much into the crazy ghost hunter act and even their kids think they are craY. Even making a ghost portal by mistake. It was supposed to be a window. Viewing the location of a unicorn smh. But all their ghost talk was hollow and even kinda fun. It was a great game for them. Hey dear how do you wanna look insane today. How long till someone cracked and actually tried to get them tried for insanity. I guess it was kinda like LARPing. Maybe it was too fun to just let loose and say some crazy shit ok. But no matter how much work they put into their ghost huntersonas they never lost soght of their true goal. A unicorn for their children.

Anyway it’s an au where jack and maddie just pretend to give a shit about ghosts but danny is in the back having the most stressful time possible for basically nothing. I mean with how often jack and maddie miss phantom when shooting it’s hard to believe they miss that much. Plus jack works with phantom. Imagine this reveal. Danny is probably so relieved hes crying and with how much tension just left his body I wouldnt be surprised if he doesn’t become a puddle on the floor. Jazz on the other hand is like “finally proof I was right. You fuckers are insane” who puts up that act that long and doesn’t tell their kids. Or even goes so far as to actually neglect their kids. (To be fair jack and maddie where still inventing just unicorn finding stuff)

[an-albino-pinetree]

Can’t sleep, so have a weird little Jaxalope skull -v-

@kookydoodleky

[sincerely-sofie]

Does Opal still speak very formally around Team Skull? Because this scenario is playing out in my head and I want you to hear it.

Opal: *says something in an archaic manner, the specifics don't really matter*

Skuntank: "Chaw-haw! Uh, Yeah! Sure I can do that!"

Opal: *content, leaves to go do something*

Skuntank: *leans over to zubat and koffing, sweating* "Do either of you boys know what I just agreed to?

Oh my word.

[eskawrites]

next chapter of our hearts know deeper seasons than our memories is up nowwwwww! feat. one of my favorite conversations in the entire fic:

“Two things,” Max says when Nancy picks up the phone early one Wednesday morning. “First of all, when the hell are you coming back to New York?” Nancy stifles a yawn as she stirs sugar into her coffee. “Good morning to you, too, Max.” “Yeah, hi, whatever. Now answer the question—we haven’t seen you in ages.” “It’s only been a couple months. I’m filming.” “And I’m doing eight shows a week. Your point?” She rolls her eyes, biting back a smile. “What was the other thing?” “Oh, right. Can you believe Robin and Steve just got married without telling anyone?”

[rambler-in-limbo]

Whupeh and 80 having fun :-D

She loves the littluns, she plays with them a lot.

[validwarriorcatsnames]

Hold up i.

I think i accidentially made a warriorsona.

Like, i sent in a name a few days ago and have been Thinkin ever since. Coming up with backstory, character traits...

And i have never even read a single paragraph of warrior cats!!!

bro i'm with you i've ended up creating a lengthy Half Life 2 postcanon AU and now I need to go watch a let's play or something so I don't feel like a Fake Fan.

[inlovewithfairies]

I found my motivation for hitting the gym, and it is a Marvel fanfic

[maskyartist]

If ur ever curious no I’m not just swamped in Trolls wips

IVE ALSO DECIDED TO JUGGLE FICS TOO LIKE THE FUCKIN CLOWN I AM

[happypeachsludgeflower]

Fake dating au but EVERYONE brought a fake date and are now all trying to convince everyone else that their date is legitimate.

[rarepears]

A is for Ant, B is for breakfast, and C is for cadaverous

Now here's a fic where Shino Aburame is the (un)lucky ninja who gets thrown into another dimension~ Welcome Shino to the world of Solo Leveling!

Anyways, he lands in Jeju Island and "befriends" all the ants by doing whatever insect things are required in order to gain control of the whole ant colony - I'm no ant expert so let's just handwave and say that he somehow achieves it.

The team that KHA organizes to clean and clear the Jeju Island is in for a real surprise to see this teenage boy living among the ants eating breakfast. Good thing that Japan sent over some Japanese hunters or there would be a language barrier to further add to the confusion.

[check out other fic ideas in the #made up fic title ask game]

[e-munson666]

Sir!!!! 🤣

+pt1, Stuck+

🖤Lady Hellfire🖤

Please don't copy.

[miniongrin]

Fake Emmet AU - Part 3

Introducing: Lady Sneasler and the Pearl Clan

[AU Master Post]

~

At first, “Emmet” leads them away from the Pearl Settlement on the very thought-out and rational sentiment of ew, humans. (Ingo is an exception; Ingo is Emmet’s human.)

But the Icelands are really not the ideal place for Emmet to be wandering around with his brand-new brother on account of a few things like, say, the intense and incredible cold. Emmet thought humans were sturdier than that, from what he’s seen of the humans that wander around here, but Ingo shivers practically anytime they leave the little cave they’ve staked out, and Emmet is 99% sure that’s a bad thing.

…Time to leave the Alabaster Icelands, then!

Most Zorua don’t leave the Icelands, sure, but honestly that can only be a bonus at this point. Zorua and Zoroark as an evolution line are pretty solitary, so Emmet doesn’t have a pack or anything, and he’s starting to worry that if they do stay here long enough to come across a Zoroark, his soul-bonded brother is going to get eaten. This concept is distressing in a way Emmet is verrry unprepared for!!

Leaving takes them right to the only adjacent region: the Coronet Highlands. Still a little snowy, but much warmer than where they were. It’s also less dangerous, technically, but the dangers that still exist are now ones that Emmet isn’t necessarily familiar with.

They run into an alpha within the first 24 hours—Emmet knew where to steer clear of them in the Icelands, so it’s the first alpha Ingo has ever seen, which Emmet doesn’t realize.

Ingo does not hide and then run like he should. He reaches for his belt, for something he can’t find, and ends up getting injured before Emmet grabs him and bolts. He can’t carry Ingo very far, but alphas don’t wander much, so he’s pretty sure they’ve gotten away. Safe enough to take the time to look at Ingo’s injuries, at least—and then another Pokémon shows up, and a very stressed Emmet leaps between an unconscious Ingo and a Sneasler that’s tall enough to make Emmet worry for a minute before he registers the lack of the glowing red eyes.

The Sneasler does not look intimidated by Emmet leaping forward. It tips its head to the side curiously. “…Did you just jump between me and the human?”

Emmet has no idea how to take that question, or the fact that the Sneasler is even asking him questions. “Maybe? Why do you care?”

“I am Lady Sneasler. Assisting humans is my duty.”

Emmet is a baby Zorua who has only sorta kinda vaguely heard the deal with Noble Pokémon. He recalls something about Nobles not being big fans of Zorua, as a rule, but that doesn’t seem important right now when—“You help humans? Do you know how to fix one?”

They both look at Ingo, who is unconscious and concerningly bloody.

“I can give it my best shot,” Lady Sneasler offers.

She takes Ingo to her den, and with her eclectic knowledge of humans (“You can’t just… feed them an oran berry?” “I know, it’s so inconvenient.”) and Emmet’s opposable thumbs, they do all right. Ingo starts healing, and he even wakes up briefly! He’s loudly fascinated by Lady Sneasler, who is very flattered by the attention, and Emmet is verrry relieved.

And then Ingo develops a fever.

He starts having trouble waking up fully, and the persistent confusion even when he manages it really worries Lady Sneasler—and Emmet, who has to admit that Ingo has been confused a lot since they met, but this is different than the usual forgetting, and it keeps getting worse.

Lady Sneasler firmly tells Emmet that she can’t help Ingo anymore; he needs a human healer. Emmet cringes at the idea, but he can’t actual argue when he knows she’s right. He helps her pack Ingo up in her basket and then reverts to his natural form, so that he can spend the journey to the Pearl Settlement curled up as a little red and white fox in Ingo’s limp arms.

~

In any other situation, the Pearl Clan would be pretty suspicious of strangers showing up out of nowhere, much less strange twins, but, well, when one of your honored Nobles shows up with an injured human and his very worried twin in tow, there’s some questions you just don’t stop to ask yourself. And when Lady Sneasler hands Ingo off to the healer, she immediately parks herself right outside the tent, so apparently she likes these humans! And no one’s going to argue with her.

Emmet, very grateful for Lady Sneasler’s free pass into the village, immediately tucks himself away in a corner of the healer’s tent while she bustles about to fix up Ingo’s wound properly and makes a medicinal tea for his fever. He does not want to interact with humans he doesn’t have to; he doesn’t know what will happen if they find out he’s not one of them.

A few hours later, Ingo is still unconscious, but he’s somewhere cozy and warm and he’s breathing easier already. The healer says they’ll need to let him rest for now, and see how he’s faring in the morning, but Emmet can feel how Ingo’s soul is rallying again instead of slowly starting to slip away.

He finally, finally starts to relax with the hope that things are going to be okay.

Then the healer then very kindly informs Emmet that she clocked him as a Zoroark like an hour ago, but Lady Sneasler seems to approve of him, and the Pearl Clan trusts its Nobles. So she’d kind of like an explanation rather than just trying to chase him off. Especially since, if he found Ingo in the Icelands and then managed to get him found by Lady Sneasler, he’s apparently saved a human twice already.

Emmet’s smile feels a little frozen. “How did you—uh, I am not… a Zoroark. I am Emmet.”

“Your hats have the exact same mud spatter on the trim, and the same scuff on the side of that metal circle. Try varying the wear and tear a little, instead of copying it. It’ll look less like an illusion that way.”

Illusions, Emmet decides, can be very tricky when the person you’re fooling doesn’t have a concussion.

Emmet is still wary, so the healer explains that most of the clan is too young to remember, but there actually was a Zoroark who pretended to be a stranger wandering in from the wastes, and then just… lived as a human. Caused no trouble. No one knew she was a Pokémon until she passed in her sleep and didn’t leave a human body behind. So… spiteful and baneful can’t be all they are.

Emmet finally caves and explains how Ingo found him and mistook him for his twin when he transformed, and that he just wants to stay with Ingo. It’s just that Emmet isn’t really sure how to take care of a human, and things got bad after the injury.

The healer says that that, at least, is something she can fix, and starts to tell Emmet the sort of health concerns and first-aid he’ll need to know, both pretending to be a human and looking out for one.

~

It doesn’t come up again until after Ingo has woken up, which is also about the same time that Irida has returned to the Pearl Settlement after a visit to the Coastlands.

Ingo’s a lot less addled than he was when he was feverish, but he’s still forgetting things semi-frequently. The healer is extremely concerned about this until Emmet tells her his memory was already like that, though even then she still frets because the fever couldn’t have helped.

Irida hears about the outsiders in the healer’s tent, brought by Lady Sneasler, and goes to check them out in time to get the explanation along with the healer: Ingo explains his memory issues, and Emmet sticks to his story that they both fell through some sort of rift in the sky. Irida is cautious, but with Lady Sneasler’s presence as a clear sign of her blessing, she gives them permission to stay at least until Ingo is better, and a tentative offer to discuss whether they can stay longer than that.

…After which the healer does take Irida aside to explain that Emmet’s a Zoroark, because that’s something you should really explain to your clan leader at the soonest available opportunity. But it’s also really, really clear to both of them that Ingo’s leaning hard on Emmet to help with his memory, and given that Emmet reports that he didn’t run away from an alpha the instant it spotted him, the healer is… a little concerned about whether Ingo would really make it on his own.

So when Ingo is finally asleep, that night, Irida goes and talks to Emmet alone about the situation.

She lays out a few of the ground rules that she would expect of a friendly Pokémon allowed into the village—mostly rules on how not to upset the people who live there, which Emmet does actually find helpful to have laid out—and then asks him, point blank: “I know you’re only pretending to be Ingo’s brother, but you saved Ingo’s life. So, Zoroark, tell me: does the Pearl Clan have a reason to fear you, as long as Ingo is safe?”

Emmet has a moment of crisis, because this may be very un-Zorua-like of it, but also… vengeance and spite just don’t sound as compelling as they used to, compared to the warmth of this little tent and the sound of Ingo’s steady breathing.

“I am Emmet,” he says. “I will stay with Ingo. Ingo does not want to hurt anyone. As long as he is safe, neither will I.”

Irida nods sharply, and completely fails to hide how her shoulders relax at his promise. She turns to leave, and hesitates near the tent flap. “I… was thinking about insisting that you tell Ingo the truth,” she says slowly. Emmet stiffens; she continues, “But our healer said that wouldn’t be a good idea. Ingo’s memory and health is very dependent on you, and enough of a shock could…” She trails off, and the unspoken image of how Ingo might react hangs between them like a raised knife. “Well, he wouldn’t do well out there on his own. And I don’t want to hurt someone when I’m trying to help them.”

Emmet smiles, and starts agree. She cuts him off.

“But if his real brother shows up, then I’m telling him.”

Irida turns to Lady Sneasler, bows, thanks her for watching over the humans in Hisui’s vast space, and leaves a still-speechless Emmet in the tent behind her.

It’s not like Emmet can argue with her, after all, as uncomfortable as the idea makes him feel—and he’s even uncomfortable with the fact that he is uncomfortable. He’s helping Ingo, isn’t he? But, he consoles himself, the odds of anyone falling through another space-time rift, much less Ingo’s twin brother, are verrrry low. It’s better for Ingo if he really believes that Emmet is his twin, so that he doesn’t have to feel that loneliness. If Ingo’s real brother is out of reach, then Emmet isn’t taking anything from anyone!

Lady Sneasler is staring at him. Emmet smiles at her, a little nervously. “…You are going to keep hanging around so the nice humans don’t kick us out, right?”

“Oh, of course. You’re interesting.” She cocks her head to the side. Her face always has that smug sneasel-that-got-the-starly grin, but now it looks like it’s on purpose. “And I might have an idea for where you guys should go after this, too.”

Emmet suddenly feels very nervous. “And what would that be?”

Her smile just gets a little wider, a little smugger, and she ducks back out of the tent without actually answering him.

[lostinaustenland]

son in law - E.M. College AU!

Pairing: Eddie Munson x F!Reader

Summary: after living in the middle-of-nowhere Nebraska for your whole life, you can't wait to graduate from high school and move to California for college. but life as a college student isn't quite what you expect, and you find yourself becoming unlikely friends with your sworn enemy/dorm neighbor. based on the 1993 movie by the same name (which i am not proud to have watched lmao)

Warnings: none atm, but will update accordingly :)

Word Count: 2k

Notes: slightly out-of-character eddie. also, this is my first published fic, so apologies for any spelling/grammar errors!

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Chapter 1: Old Endings, New Beginnings

4 years ago, I stood on this stage and welcomed you all in as young seeds; fresh-eyed, hopeful, and excited for the continuation of your academic journey. Now as I look out on the students of McKinley High School , I see a group of beautiful flowers that have blossomed into adults - ready for their next adventure: “life.”

You nervously fidgeted with your hands as Principal Hodges continued his droning speech, dreading the next words that were just about to come out of his mouth.

And without further ado, I’m proud to present your valedictorian for the 1989 class of McKinley High…

You felt your breath hitch in the back of your throat.

Y/N!

Your classmates cheered your name as you got up from your seat, smoothing out the itchy polyester fabric of the blue graduation robe and straightening the cap resting on the back of your head. 

“Yeah Y/N! Woohoo!” A voice screamed from somewhere in the crowd. You recognized the voice instantly: your boyfriend of 3 years, John. A small smile crept onto your face as you finally reached the stairs of the stage, and walked up to the podium. You looked out into the faces of people you had known your whole life - people you loved, and ones you hated - and began to panic.

The sun was characteristically hot for May in the small town of Hemingford, Nebraska, and it only made your nerves skyrocket.

Think, Y/N. You’ve practiced this a hundred times. Just breathe.

A deep sigh escaped your lips. One speech. One, tiny little speech stood between you and freedom. Freedom from this small town you once loved but had grown to resent for its monotony, freedom from your overbearing but well-intentioned parents, and most importantly, the freedom to do whatever you wanted. 

Your whole life, you had been Little Miss Perfect. Straight A’s since kindergarten, Student Council President and Valedictorian of your graduating class, and future Pre Med student at UCLA. Your parents never explicitly said they expected perfection from you, but there was an unspoken expectation of flawlessness that constantly gnawed at you. And not only were you academically perfect, but you were the "It Girl” of Hemingford. You always had plenty of friends, a star football-player boyfriend, and led the McKinley cheer squad for 3 full years as its Captain. Everything perfect. Just perfectly perfect. You wondered if you could keep that standard of perfection up in college, or if you even wanted to.

“Today,” your voice rang out into the expansive corn field your graduation ceremony was held, “I would like to talk about change.”

The crowd was still silent, some kids yawning. You waited for a sign to continue, but none came. You continued,

“It’s all around us. Change. It happens whether we want it,”

You thought of how much you simultaneously dreaded and looked forward to that drive to California.

“Or not.”

Your eyes darted to your family in the crowd. Your mom, dad, brother, and grandpa. Rose, your mom, looked on the verge of tears while your dad, Adam, comforted her.

Your focus shifted to John, who was still beaming in the crowd. As much as you cared for him, you knew he had no desire of leaving Hemingford. He’d be perfectly content to stay here for the rest of his life: become a farmer like his father, marry some poor soul who’d pop out a half-dozen babies, and die here. The thought of rotting away here made your skin crawl.

“Change. Are we ready for it?”

You knew you were.

“I think so. We are poised and prepared for our future, ready to embrace new people, places and ideas. In short, we are ready for the challenge of life.”

A student let out a loud snore in the audience, garnering a pause from you and a nudge from another graduate.

“Ladies and gentlemen, take a good look at us. This student body - we are the future. We are the McKinley Tigers!” You shouted, taking the cap from your head and throwing it into the air above you.

The students all clamored at once to get up, celebrating their graduation and following suit with their own caps.

It was official. You had graduated from Small-Town High and were leaving for good.

Your words echoed in your head.

Change… are we ready for it?

Ready or not, change was coming faster than you could ever imagine.

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Clothes were strewn over your floor as you shoved as many t-shirts as you could into your suitcase. After much struggle, you finally were able to zip the suitcase shut, tiredly tossing it onto the floor and trying to clean up the mess you had left.

“Y/N! Come downstairs, it’s almost time to leave!” Your mom bellowed up the bannister.

“Shit, shit, shit!” you muttered, throwing the remainder of dirty clothes into your large walk-in closet and forcing the door shut.

You began to do a mental check of everything you packed:

Makeup, check. Summer clothes, check. Jeans and jackets, check. Shoes, accessories, and jewelry, check.

This continued on for some time until you knew for sure everything was in one of the many mismatched and over-filled bags that were laying on your bedroom floor.

Just as you were about to grab your luggage and meet your mom at the foot of the stairs, you were startled by the sound of a knock at your second-floor window. Whipping around with your heart nearly beating out of your chest, you were only slightly relieved when you saw it was your boyfriend, John.

Letting out a huff and rolling your eyes, you moved to unlatch and open the window. He crawled in with a smirk on his face, and immediately went to kiss you. On any other day, you would have relished at the feeling of his lips on yours, but now it only made you upset. You knew his sudden appearance would make your departure late - and that would make your mom angry, which was infinitely worse. Still, you kissed him back with force, and broke the kiss after a moment.

“C’mon John, you kissed me like I’m going to be gone for 3 years, not 3 months,” you giggled, wrapping him in a hug.

He broke eye contact with you, a flourish of red creeping onto his cheeks. “Yeah, I know. I’m just going to miss you. You know that, babe.”

“And I’m going to miss you too. But Thanksgiving break will come sooner than you think,” you said, motioning to the suitcases on the floor. “Oh, while you’re here, can you help me bring these out to the van?” You asked, batting your eyelashes.

He laughed, giving a slight bow, 

“Anything for you, m’lady.”

You two made quick work of the luggage in your room, and soon everything was packed haphazardly into the back of your parents’ van. Just as you were about to take your seat in the car, John enveloped you in a hug.

“Promise me,” he started, “that you’ll come back to me in one piece.”

You chuckled, kissing him on the cheek, “Seriously, John. How much can really change in just 3 months?” 

More than you could ever imagine.

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Your eyes flitted open and you did a double take as you saw the sign outside the window of your car:

‘Welcome to UCLA!’

Your heart began to palpitate as you realized you were here. All the months you sat in your room back in Nebraska daydreaming about college, and you were finally here. Your mom and dad shouted at each other about where parking was for family-move-in and your brother was poking you in the arm, but you didn’t pay attention to any of it. You only woke up from your panicked trance when your dad called your name and shook your arm.

“Y/N, honey, it’s time to unload the car.”

Now awake, you were acutely aware of the pure chaos around you. A loudspeaker somewhere nearby blasted out unintelligible words as droves of students with their families pushed through your own.

“Lord have mercy, we’re never gonna get through here, Adam.” Your mom huffed out, picking up a few pieces of luggage and motioning for the rest of your family to do the same.

Your dad tried to calm her down, “Don’t worry, Rose, it’ll all work out. Once we’re in her actual building, everything will be more quiet and organized, you’ll see.”

Tired of your family shouting insults at each other and embarrassing you on the first day, you walked ahead to find your dorm room and hopefully meet your roommate.

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Inside, the situation was even more chaotic. Parents were barking at each other, students were yelling to be heard over the droning sound of move-in-day. Worst of all though, you heard metal music blaring from one of the countless doors in the hallway. You despised heavy metal bands, and wanted nothing more than to find your room, throw the covers over your head, and stay there for the rest of the semester if at all possible.

This is nothing like what I thought college was, you thought to yourself. All the movies you had seen portrayed college as a picturesque utopia for the average teenager. Every student on the dorm floor knew the others’ names, everyone got along, and there was absolutely NO heavy metal music. You looked down at the printed map in front of you, searching for your dorm amid the sea of students. Distracted, you didn’t even notice when another student was directly in your path, causing you both to collide and fall to the floor in a sea of scattered paper.

You thought your mood couldn’t get any worse. You were wrong.

You angrily brushed off your plaid skirt and picked up the sheets you dropped as a hand reached out to help you up.

“Woah, you gotta watch where you’re going. Don’t want to be running into people like that on your first day of college,” a male voice chuckled.

Your eyes darted up in annoyance to view who so rudely knocked you over as you tentatively grabbed his hand for leverage. He was somewhere around 6’ with curly brown hair and a stupid grin on his face. As he helped you up, his shirt - from some shitty rock group you had never heard of - rode up a bit past his wrist and you noticed several tattoos on his arm.

If only my parents could see this. I think they’d pull me out right now and send me on a one-way-trip back to Nebraska, you noted in your head. And to be quite frank, you wouldn’t be too upset with that scenario.

He looked at you expectantly for a moment, until you realized you were still holding onto his hand. You quickly pulled it back, wiping your palm onto your skirt. This is absolutely humiliating.

“Don’t worry,” you said cooly. “I can take care of myself just fine on my own.”

This time, he laughed out loud. “Yeah, I can see that,” he said, putting his hand out once more towards you, but this time to shake.

“The name’s Eddie Munson. UCLA Junior and RA on duty in Wilson Hall. If you ever need help in the rare case that you can’t take care of yourself on your own, I’m just down the hall in room 213,” he pointed to the room the metal music you noticed earlier was coming from. 

You stifled a laugh. That explains a lot.

“Tempting offer, but I have to be going now. You know, luggage to unpack and such,” you began to walk down the hallway to find your room again, leaving Eddie alone.

Let’s see… 204, 206, 208, 210, 21…

An immense feeling of dread fell upon you as you landed at the front of your door. You frantically checked the information sheet in your hand to see if you had just made a mistake:

‘Y/LN, Y/N… Wilson Hall… Room 212’

As you felt like the entire world was crushing in on you, a hand came up to rest on your shoulder.

“Welcome to Wilson Hall…”

You turned around, ready to throw up.

Eddie Munson stood there, a shit-eating smug grin on his face.

“Neighbor.”

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A/N: and that's the end of Chapter 1! I honestly don't know if I'm going to write more chapters, It kind of depends on if this does well lmao. but if i do, i promise there will be more eddie in future chapters. i appreciate any feedback you have and comments!

[driftwooddestiel]

JUST REMMEBERED MY DREAM LAST NIGHT OH MY GOD

[eskawrites]

UM @hullomoon made a podfic of this story that we found ourselves in and it's already so good??? i am in TEARS you are so incredible

[maximum-potential]

The wardens don’t even realize the nobles are scattered around two regions until one of them stumbles on some unova magazine of LORD BASCULEGION BEING IN A FISH TANK IN SOME PLACE CALLED UNOVA FOR SOME REASON