Samsoble - A Little Bit Chaos

Writers should NOT feel guilty about:

Skipping a day of writing.

Not having a perfect first draft.

Partaking in sinister, arcane rituals for inspiration.

Working at their own pace.

Enlisting demons and/or helpful spirits to aid them with editing.

(A little continuation from this post about teeny tiny Steve asking Wayne for help)

“It’s not a lie!” Steve insisted, grabbing hold of Tommy’s backpack strap so they don’t get separated as they filter out of the school building. “It really happened, I swear.”

“Superman really came to your house?”

“Not Superman. Not a superhero,” Steve shook his head. “He’s just has powers. I saw them with my own eyes.”

Tommy waited until the crowd started to thin out before saying, “I think you need to get your eyes checked.”

Steve rolled his eyes, “I’m serious, Tommy. Mr Wayne could see through metal and had super-strength, and - and he can control electricity like an X-Men.”

“If he’s a superhero how come you know his name? They’re supposed to have secret identities.”

“Cause I’m smart and figured it out.”

Tommy makes a face, leading them over to the crosswalk so they can make the trek to his house, “Is this like when you went to ninja school over spring break?”

“I did go to ninja school!”

“My mom said you went to your grandma’s.”

“That’s where the ninja school is,” Steve insisted. “Grandpa Otis taught me ninja moves from the war.”

“Grandpa Otis isn’t a ninja.”

“He has a sword, Tommy. Why would he-“

“Hey, guys! Wait up!” They heard behind them and stopped as Carol ran to catch up. “Choir was cancelled. What’s up with the police here?”

“They have to be here,” Steve answered, “To help with the traffic after that girl got hit a car.”

“But why are they staring at you?”

What?

Steve turned and looked over at the cop monitoring the crosswalk. He was a big scary looking guy with a big mustache and big arms, and yeah. He was staring at them.

Steve looked away from Hopper quickly, “We didn’t do anything.”

“Maybe they know about the superhero and are looking for him,” Tommy said dramatically. “Maybe they want to capture him but they don’t know how to get to him so they’re looking at you. They know how to you easy.”

“Oh my god, he’s still talking about the superhero thing?” Carol asked.

Tommy grinned at her and the two walked off, but Steve stayed rooted to his spot. He turned back one last time, observing Hopper as he observed him. Steve frowned.

Then he ran after his friends, “Guys, wait for me.”

Yea it is a lot scarier, however maybe this is something I should try to have in my toolbox

I thought it would be an hour of listening to screaming and looking at pictures of draculas, but it was so much for frightening than fathomed

“why isn’t there any fic about (x)?” there can be a fic that is precisely about what you want to read. just start writing that fic for yourself.

“but I’m not a writer” every writer has had their first time writing. most writers start with writing something they want to read. your work doesn’t have to be perfect, because having 1 fic that is precisely about what you want to read, even if it’s not perfect, is still better than having 0 fics about what you want to read.

by Eternal_Peace_is_Overrated

“You left.”

It isn’t what Steve meant to say when he saw Eddie Munson slouched at the bar, but it’s what comes out. Not as accusatory as he’d have said it three, four, five years ago. Just as bitter.

Eddie doesn’t startle, but his shoulders tense up and his fingers tighten around his half-empty drink, rings clinking loudly against glass. He turns, slow and cautious, and doesn’t relax when he sees Steve. Just watches him, silent and guarded, so Steve watches him back.

He looks…fuck, he looks good. Tired, wary, but really fucking good.

Steve wants to bring Eddie home, lay him in bed and take him apart.

Eddie’s lips quirk at the corners. “I came back.”

He also kind of wants to hit him.

Anger simmers low in his belly and his jaw clenches so tightly it aches.

“Don’t pull that shit with me, Munson. You packed up and you left and you didn’t fucking tell anyone.”

***

Or, after the events of s4, Eddie runs from Hawkins, tours the world with his band, drinks too much and falls apart at the seams.

And then he comes back.

Words: 11157, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 11 of Stranger Things Drabbles

Fandoms: Stranger Things (TV 2016)

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson, Wayne Munson, Robin Buckley

Relationships: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson

Additional Tags: Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Eddie Munson Lives, Gay Eddie Munson, Eddie Munson Needs a Hug, POV Eddie Munson, Bisexual Steve Harrington, Steve Harrington Needs a Hug, Robin Buckley & Steve Harrington Friendship, POV Steve Harrington, Good Uncle Wayne Munson, Supportive Wayne Munson, LGBTQ Ally Wayne Munson, Wayne Munson Adopts Steve Harrington, unofficially, Lesbian Robin Buckley, Protective Robin Buckley, Eventual Romance, Drama & Romance, Eddie Munson Has a Crush on Steve Harrington, Misunderstandings, Steve Harrington Has a Crush on Eddie Munson

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