Samsoble - A Little Bit Chaos

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please reblog this with your age (if you're comfortable!), the platform you started publishing fics on, and what the name Anne-Rose means to you.

pt 1 of some much requested cyra lore

There has to be also a joke about Eddie’s first son.

Ed mun son

[steve and robin discover eddie’s name is edmund munson]

steve: eddie, what’s wrong? you look munhappy

robin: do you feel munappreciated

steve: maybe munloved

eddie: i wish you’d left me to die in the upside down

robin:

steve:

robin: then you’d be six feet munder

steve: [wheezing]

--

steve: so this is your home huh?

eddie: yeah, yeah, i know it’s no—

steve, face trembling as he tries not to laugh: no munsion?

eddie:

There are also the Plotshots.

When you write only the plot and nothing more.

You’ve heard of one shots, now get ready for none shots! It’s when you think of an idea for a fic and then don’t write it

How was I not supposed to love you?

“Are you dating yet?” Robin grabs at his sleeve.

“SHHHH” Steve’s eyes are panicked.

Robin rolls her eyes at him “Whatever it’s fine.”

“It is not fine!! He doesn’t even like me like that.”

“…he was just sitting on your lap.”

“And?”

Eddie peeks his head around the kitchen corner “Are you guys talking about me?”

“No!” Steve panics “Why? What’s up?”

“Are you ready to go?”

Steve exhales, “Sure, let’s go.”

He leads Eddie out reaching his hand behind him. He and Eddie have grown closer over the years since Vecna. They’ve definitely become comfortable touching which is why Steve is surprised when Eddie pulls his hand back.

“I don’t feel like holding hands,” Eddie grumbles.

Oh…

“What were you talking about? In the kitchen?”

“Nothing just work problems”

“Really.” Eddie sneers at him.

“Why would I lie about that?” Steve puts on his best puppy dog eyes hoping the conversation will end.

“Maybe I embarrass you.” He tilts his head to the side staring at the full moon above him.

“What?! They’re obviously ok with you and they know how I feel about you. Do you know how many times people asked me tonight if we were dating?”

Eddie’s eyes grow wide “Why?!”

“Eds you sat on me the entire time.” Steve deadpans.

“Why!? Sitting on laps is not gay.”

“It definitely is.”

“Well it’s not and we wouldn’t be dating anyway.” Eddie huffs and crosses his arms.

“We wouldn’t?” Steve feels his heart shatter.

“Of course not! We’re friends!”

“Why do you say it like that.” Steve says quietly.

“Like what?” Eddie looks at him confused.

“Like I wasn’t supposed to fall in love with you.”

Eddie’s mouth forms a little o before it settles into a deep frown.

“…don’t say that”

“Why not!” Steve argues. “We tell each other we love each other all the time-”

“As friends! Platonically!!!”

“You care about me more than anyone else. I know you think I’m attractive that’s not an issue. I know you’re not straight so why not? You notice when I bite my nails, when I haven’t eaten. You claim you don’t care for me but you’re glued to my side. You grab for me in your sleep. You want me to introduce you to my family. You want to live together because spending the night isn’t enough. You call me just to tell me you miss me. How was I supposed to not fall in love with you.” Steve tries to pull him closer but Eddie pushes away.

“You don’t love me you like the attention.”

“No,” Steve said sternly. Trying to convey every emotion he’s felt for Eddie in that one word. “You’re wrong.”

“But…” Eddie’s big eyes were watery with tears. Confusion apparent in his features, “We’re friends…”

—————-

Hate to say it but…inspired (almost word for word) by a conversation I just had….

Yes I’m the Steve in this situation.

As always I pour all my thoughts and emotions into my writing.

Will be going back to writing my happy steddie fics when I’m over this.

Sorry for the rushed job :P (and the pity party)

Vickie: So, Steve's your platonic soulmate? That's good, very good! I like him. . .I mean, not like that but yeah, he's a good platonic soulmate. He's great!

Robin: Thanks! He's got pockets!

In case anyone is having a bad night:

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*tucks you in with fuzzy blanket* *pats your head*

You’ll be okay, friend <3

This is probably not what the first Idea really was about, however this is what i thought about direktly after reading the post.

"Eddie, maybe we should stop." Cautiously, Gareth turned to his friend.

"We can always move on at another time." Jeff put his hand on Eddie's back and handed him a glass of water, which he tried to drink in one gulp.

He shook his head vehemently. With one hand he held the glass tightly and with the other he wiped the coming tears from his eyes.

"Eddie..." "No!" he interrupted Dustin directly. "N“ His voice broke off.

"Edward Theodor Munson!" Wayne's voice filled the living room. Eddie wiped his eyes again with the back of his hand and stared at the glass. He could hear Wayne come to a stop beside him.

"We've talked about this! Your throat is still hurt." Wayne's voice was stern and he let out a deep sigh before kneeling beside his nephew. He just put a hand on the head full of brown curls and let the boy cry.

Eddie didn't even try to suppress his tears anymore and the looks from the Hellfire troop were no longer important.

"Boy, I know how important this is to you, but please think about your health. We're glad you're still here, that you're alive!" Eddie didn't dare look his uncle in the eye. "We want you to be well, and that includes you healing."

Eddie and Wayne had had this conversation a thousand times in the last two weeks. Eddie wanted to get back to normal and enjoy D&D with his friends. To have the game to himself again and not leave it to the near apocalypse. But Eddie's vocal chords were still damaged from the damage the demobats had done to his throat.

Wayne stroked Eddie's head gently.

"Kids, why don't you get me a chair from the kitchen, I'm too stiff to kneel or sit on the floor. And you boy show me what I have to narrate for you."

somebody write a fic where Eddie has to do something and Wayne needs to sub as dm last minute and knocks it outta the park because where did you think Eddie got his storytelling skills from?