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Out Chapter 6

runs into the room and tumbles down the stairs before smacking head first into a wall

Hi everyone! Hey! Jesus Christ I'm going to be slowly writing this fanfic for the next 30 years of my life. Sorry for the radio silence, I started a new job (as a real counselor yay!) and it took me a bit to adjust to the new flow of my previously slacker life.

This chapter is short and rushed to help me get back into the swing of things. If it's bad, I don't wanna know. Keep that shit to yourselves. I'm putting my heart and soul into this fuckin' thing. Suffer my lazy writing in silence.

Anyway, enjoy! Read it here or on AO3

All the Things Ed Said

Friends and family come and go, but cleaning is forever.

Edd starts with the dusty living room, feeling lighter and lighter as he continues to make progress. Dusting every surface has him breathing easier, vacuuming the carpet makes him feel light on his feet, and wiping down the floorboards takes the weight of the world off his shoulders. It’s so stupid that he avoided cleaning for so long, and for what? A juvenile attempt at getting back at his parents? Works in theory, but in practice, they’re never actually here, making himself the only person Edd was torturing with his abstaining from one of his biggest coping mechanisms.

‘Maybe I always knew that. Maybe that was the point. ’

#ed edd n eddy #eddeddy #eene #gettingfrillywrites

Make it count, EddEddy Fanfic

This was supposed to be a short drabble but it got wildly out of hand. Curse my verbose nature. eddeddy, first kiss, underage drinking, rated T

#eene #ed edd n eddy #eddeddy #gettingfrillywrites #I finished this up on my phone so prolly has typoes and misspellings

Out Chapter 3

Hello! Here is chapter 3 of this fic! Beta'd by @fish-bowl-2! Read it here or on ao3! (the format of this chapter looks better on ao3)

The stage is set... next chapter... EVENTS can occur... >:)

Like Ed Soldiers

My story takes place in the ancient Kingdom of Penumbra, a land teetering between the blessing of the sun’s light and the dark abyss of earth’s many evils. It was thought of as only a myth until I was discovered by scientists of the modern age. My discovery proved once and for all the existence of this kingdom powered by the elements of magicks. My body, broken down and long left without the mana that once fueled me, could offer little in the way of information about the history of the once great kingdom. What my shell did provide was an answer to the question scientists had been hoping to discover for centuries: is the manatech of old a possibility, or just a far flung fairy tale? Now armed with a crucial key to the puzzle, they begin to repair my antiquated body with plans to delve through my memory banks and see just what happened in the distant past. Did monsters truly roam the land? Were there still living Gods among us? Did sorceresses and black devils actually doom our land to permanent darkness? Finally, these questions could be answered.

“Ed.”

My memories start the first time I am activated. “State your name and purpose.” Mumbles the skeptical royal technician, distrusting the effectiveness of an android not made by his own hands. I take my first step forward and hear my own voice for the first time.

“Ed.”

“I am unit G V V 3 N. My purpose is the protection of Princess Penelope.” I turn to face the princess and take my first glance at my reason for living. “If it pleases the Princess, she may call me Gwen.” I close my fist over the center of my chest and click my heels together, the salute of The Penumbra Kingdom already programmed into me. “I will protect you with my life.”

“Edward.”

The princess crosses her arms at me, the distrust in her eyes even more apparent than the technician’s. “Great. A new babysitter.”

“Edward Horace Sempill!”

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Out chapter 2

Hello! Here is chapter 2 of this fic! Beta'd by @fish-bowl-2! Read it here or on ao3!

The Logical Ed

120 days, 14 hours, 32 minutes.

120 days, 14 hours, 33 minutes.

Deep breath. He rubs his eyes.

120 days, 14 hours, and 34 minutes.

Edd finally tears his eyes away from the digital clock on his bedside table, staring up at the ceiling instead; a marginal improvement, he’ll be more motivated to actually get out of bed if he’s not being held captive by the slow march of time. Now he just has to keep his eyes off the clock and focus on building momentum. Curse Newton’s first law of motion.

His eyes burn. His fingers twitch. He glances to the side.

120 days, 14 hours, 36 minutes.

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Can't get you out of my Ed

Chapter one of... 39 chapters lmao. This fic will kill me and I'll be damned if I don't take some of you down with me. Read it here or on ao3. Super mega thanks to @fish-bowl-2 for betaing and also for giving feedback on my massive outline.

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“Ppbbbbbbththtbbbhththtthhhhh.”

“Dude.”

“Dude yourself.” Eddy mutters, not caring if Kevin objects to his bored mouth noises. What else is he supposed to do? It’s Wednesday, five pm, and raining. No one's been in the candy store for hours, and ain’t no one gonna show up before they close at six. So he stands here bored out of his skull, full weight propped against the counter with his face squished in his hands, elbows velcroed to the permanently sticky wooden surface. He keeps his eyes where they’ve been glued for the last hour, which is directly on the nostalgic kitsch wall clock with plastic lollipops for hands and pounded sheet metal with a scene from some 50’s style soda shop superimposed on it for a face. It goes well with the completely non-functional jukebox in the corner, the rows of dusty, empty, retro soda bottles lining the shelves on the wall opposite the front door, and the 40 year old ice cream machine behind the counter that’s been out of order since last summer. Eddy had felt giddy when Kevin first got him a job here his freshman year, tickled by his younger self’s hypothetical jealousy over how easily he could pocket a jawbreaker here and there. The garish clashing of the puke green tiles and pastel pink walls had filled him with bittersweet memories of childhood, familiar and welcoming for a first time job.

Now he just finds the whole store ugly.

#eene #ed edd n eddy #eddeddy #gettingfrillywrites #chap 1

Sock it to ya'

"This yours?"

Edd takes a deep breath and grips the wooden frame of his front doorway with one hand, the other hand placed over his rapidly beating heart. He's not surprised to see Eddy standing at his front door with one of his own laundered socks in hand, but despite expecting it, there was no real way to prepare for this moment.

"Yes. It is mine."

He's long since grown out of the notion that offering someone your clean socks as a romantic gesture is something anyone other than himself would appreciate, but it's held out as an inside joke between him and his two friends. Leaving the sock next to Eddy's pillow after absconding from their last sleepover was the least intimidating way he could think of to finally confessing his feelings, with the added bonus he could play it off as a joke if Eddy took it poorly.

He watches with bated breath as Eddy's mouth begins to twitch, his eyes starting to crinkle, his brows pinching together. Something is building up inside of his friend, threatening to burst before it finally does just that, laughter exploding out of Eddy's mouth as tears collect in the corners of his eyes. Edd's sweaty fingers grip the front of his own shirt, twisting the fabric tightly as his other hand falls from the wooden frame, trying to decipher the meaning behind Eddy's laugh. Does he think he left the sock there as a joke? Just another prank between childhood friends? Or does he find the very notion of Edd harboring romantic feelings for him hysterical? Perhaps he can't believe Edd would be foolish enough to even bother confessing, or the very idea of the two of them being in a relationship is just too ridiculous for him to handle.

Edd swallows the knot of emotions swelling in his throat and threatening to choke him, forcing a wavering smile onto his own face as if he's in on the joke, too. He's about to join Eddy in on the laughter, ready to commit to the supposed bit when Eddy suddenly takes hold of his hand. He's still struggling to catch his breath, hissing laughter through his teeth as he clutches his own side with his free hand.

"Man! And people say you don't have a sense of humor." He says through continued snickers, shifting his hand until he's laced their fingers together, causing Edd to look down at their conjoined appendages with raised eyebrows. He can't think on deciphering the mixed signals he's receiving for long, though, his whole world being turned up on its head when Eddy suddenly leans up to steal a kiss, chaste and quick and achingly sweet.

"So," Eddy starts, smiling innocently in the face of Edd's stunned silence. "Where you taking me out for dinner this Friday?"

#eene #ed edd n eddy #eddeddy #an ACTUAL drabble this time #thank christ i convinced myself to keep it short #gettingfrillywrites

Young, Wild, and Ed

A/N: This fic is based on my first experience getting high. eddeddy, but whether it's platonic, pre relationship, or post getting together is left up to interpretation. Rated T. Read it on AO3.

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‘Boring. Boring. God damn. Why is everything so boring all of the time forever?’

These are the deep, philosophical questions for the ages that run through Eddy’s shapely head as he gazes up at the torn upholstery dangling from the roof through the smoky haze filling the back of The Van (the three of them took to calling it that years ago after bouncing around a bunch of different names that never stuck.) Ed occupies The Van alongside him, banging his head to the noisy mess of music pouring out of the speakers that mount the walls on either side of the waterbed. The bass is loud enough to make the whole bed jiggle, reverberating through Eddy’s jeans and making his eardrums itch.

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Make up your Ed

I truly cannot look at this anymore but I don't want it languishing away in my google docs forever with no feedback. It can stand as a complete fic as is, but I do have plans to make it longer. Once I actually finish it, and edit it properly, I'll upload it to ao3 with an explicit rating. But for now, it's rated T, and only here on tumblr. All characters are 18 years old.

The plastic folding step stool creaks under his feet, a sure sign that it's either getting too old, or Eddy's getting too fat. He quickly decides the problem is the former theory as he grabs the see-through makeup case off the top shelf lining the walls of his closet, hidden behind a box of comic books. Careful with his cargo, he takes a slow step off of his stool, then saunters back into his bedroom and places the case on his nightstand. The plastic is smooth and cool under his hands as he thumbs open the latches, lifting the lid and running his fingers along the chunky, rougher, opaque plastic bordering the edges of the box. He painted the edges black himself when he first bought it using the money he got for his 15th birthday. The lines are painstakingly clean despite how much his hands had been trembling at the time.

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Young, Wild, and Ed

A/N: This fic is based on my first experience getting high. eddeddy, but whether it's platonic, pre relationship, or post getting together is left up to interpretation. Rated T. Read it on AO3.

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‘Boring. Boring. God damn. Why is everything so boring all of the time forever?’

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