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Gahhhh, I love this so much!!!!

Good Vibrations Two

This AU got a lot more attention than I expected actually hfjdks I'm so glad everyone likes it!

Anyway, here's part two! We get some concert, some peeks at how Robin helps Steve navigate social situations, and a little Eddie having an itsy-bitsy crisis over Steve's fashion choices.

Have fun! And, as always, if you see any typos, no you didn't (especially for this one since I wrote most of it on my phone actually lmao)

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Steve stares at the shirts laid out on his bed, arms crossed over his chest. Choosing jeans had been easy, but choosing a shirt is giving him trouble. What do you wear to a metal show at the local dive bar for a small-town band in which the lead singer is a long-time and way-out-of-your-league crush that you've been holding a candle for since the first time you saw him laugh on top of a cafeteria table?

You definitely don't show up in a plain black shirt, that's for sure.

The lights in the hall outside Steve's room flicker, switching off and on three times. Steve just barely notices, which means he doesn't get his pants scared off when Robin appears in the doorway, grinning at him while pocketing the key to the front door he'd given her months ago into a messenger bag. "Hey, dingus," she says, striding into the room and flopping onto the bed.

Steve rolls his eyes, yanking the shirts out from under her and laying them once more over Robin's stomach and legs. "What shirt should I wear?" he asks.

It takes a few seconds for Steve to look from the shirts to Robin, and she patiently waits until he's staring at her to say, "Just pick one. Nobody's gonna care what you're wearing."

"I care," Steve says, frowning as he looks back at the shirts. For the aforementioned crush reason, Steve cares very much about the shirt he wears. "What says 'Hi, we've never talked before but your music is the only thing I can hear and I think your hair is in desperate need of quality shampoo and also I've been halfway in love with you since, like, sophomore year'?"

Robin considers the question for a long moment before picking up a red sweater. "This one says 'I'm horny'," she offers.

Steve blinks, staring at the sweater for a few beats before laughing. "But I'm not," he says.

Despite looking at Robin, she happens to angle her head toward the sweater, and her response is lost on Steve. He frowns, waits until her jaw has stopped moving, and says, "I didn't get that."

After Robin first learned about Steve's deafness, he'd been overly anxious about asking her to repeat things. Somehow, it was worse to constantly ask when the person knew he couldn't hear well, if at all. But Robin had never shown annoyance; she'd just adjust her posture, make sure Steve could see her lips, and repeat her words. She does all of this now, and Steve gets to read her joking response, "Yeah, but you will be."

And, yeah, she has him there. Steve huffs and collapses onto the bed beside her, sacrificing the shirts. "I'll need a jacket," he says, turning his head to look at Robin so he can read her response.

Instead of words, though, he sees her face light up, and she jumps off the bed. Steve sits up, watching as she digs in her messenger bag before pulling out a t-shirt. "Remember when I stayed over a few weeks ago? And you let me borrow a shirt? You should wear it!"

Thankfully, Robin waits until she's done talking to throw the shirt in Steve's face. Honestly, he only understood a few words ("remember," "borrow," and "wear") but he's gathered enough context clues to get the gist of things.

He spreads the shirt out, humming at the Iron Maiden design. It's not one he wears often; for the most part, it's a shirt he wears on lazy days at home because of how soft it is. But as he's studying the design, Steve is suddenly hit with a stroke of pure genius.

He quickly changes into the shirt and then grabs a varsity jacket (not his letterman, but one he'd seen at the mall and bought on a whim because it used a nice shade of yellow) off his desk, tugging it on over the shirt but leaving it unbuttoned. After a few more seconds of digging around, he finds sneakers under the bed and tugs them on.

"Okay," he says, turning so Robin can see the outfit from every angle. He comes to a stop when he's facing her once more, hands buried in his jacket pockets, and asks, "What do you think? How's it look?"

"I think you'll give Eddie a crisis," Robin replies, wrinkling her nose at the varsity jacket. "Not, like, a bad one. But he'll probably ask where you got the shirt from."

Steve grins, thinking that sounds about perfect, and turns to study himself in the mirror. It's a surprisingly solid blend of metal and jock, and it makes him feel oddly confident, the same way he felt the first time he did his hair just right and everyone complimented it.

"Perfect," he decides. "Let's go."

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The ride to the Hideout isn't exactly quiet, but it's not like Steve can talk and drive at the same time. So it's filled with music blasted as high as it can go on his car stereo, causing the whole vehicle to vibrate with each beat. When he finally turns the car off after parking, Robin grimaces as she rubs her ears.

She waits for Steve to be in front of her before saying, "We're putting the windows down next time."

"Oh. Sorry," Steve says, rubbing the back of his neck a little awkwardly as Robin dismissively waves off his apology.

"No, it's fine, I'm just saying. Now, let's get inside before they start."

With that, she loops her arm through Steve's and drags him into the Hideout. They're hit with a wave of cigarette smoke, spilled beer, and sweat as they walk through the door, the combined smells making Steve dizzy. He frowns, leaning closer to Robin as she squeezes his arm. He feels her thumb tap him twice, their code for asking if the other is okay.

"I'm fine," he mumbles, nodding to a table in the corner. "Let's go sit. I just need to get used to...everything."

The lights are weird, too. Despite the place being dim, the few lights that are on are flickering, and Steve is having trouble processing all the new information his (working) senses are taking in.

Thankfully, Robin pulls him over to the table he pointed to, a small circle near a stage of dubious sturdiness. It looks like it can barely hold the instruments, much less those plus the people who will play them. There's an amp on the side of the stage near the table, which means they'll have the perfect spot to feel the music's vibrations. Steve slides into one of the chairs there and closes his eyes, resting his arms on a table that is surprisingly not sticky.

He feels Robin move the other chair next to him, slide in, and start pulling things out of her bag. When Steve opens his eyes again, there's a notebook between them and a variety of pens in all different colors spread out across the open pages. Robin has already picked up a red pen and is writing with it as Steve chooses a purple one.

When Robin is done writing, she taps the page so Steve can read, "Want something to drink?"

"I'm not sure we can trust the glasses here," he writes back.

"The fact you're calling them "glasses" tells me everything. Just sit tight."

With that, Robin drops her pen, winks at Steve, and heads over to the bar where a woman is wiping the counter. Steve watches her for a few seconds before looking around at the other people in the place. Most of them are sitting in groups, talking amongst themselves. Most of them also have mustaches or beards, making it downright impossible for Steve to read their lips.

Instead, Steve just gets a dull kind of rush in his ears, an ever-present background noise he can't escape. Soon enough, maybe because he's thinking about it too much, a high-pitched ringing starts up in his right ear, growing and growing in pitch until it's all he can focus on. Steve grimaces and looks down at the notebook, trying to keep his shoulders relaxed so he doesn't look as tense as he feels. The ringing persists, and he rubs his ear like that's going to help.

His ear is still ringing, though it has started to diminish, when a water bottle is placed in front of him. Steve jerks, forcing himself to calm down as Robin slides into her seat again with a mug of beer that's more foam than anything else. "They're about to start," she says, waiting until Steve has nodded once to show understanding before taking a sip.

Steve looks up at the stage and wonders how he missed Eddie and his friends arriving. As his friends are setting up behind him, Eddie is resting one hand on the neck of his guitar and using the other to hold the mic close to his mouth. Steve can't read his lips, but Eddie's grin is a little contagious as he says something to a guy by the bar. The guy must say something back, because Eddie bursts out laughing, his head thrown back to show off a neck Steve wants to bite.

A tap on his arm brings his attention away, and he looks at the notebook to see Robin has scrawled out a transcript:

"Eddie: Thanks for coming out tonight, everyone

Guy: Fuck off, Munson

Eddie: Love you, too, Jeremy"

Steve snorts, looking up to see Robin's equally amused smile as she continues to write on another page. When he glances at the stage, Steve sees Eddie still talking into the mic, his eyes roaming over the audience until they reach Steve and Robin. Eddie seems to grip the mic tighter, and he holds Steve's eyes for a few seconds, giving just enough time for Steve to wave awkwardly before Eddie looks away. But his smile seems a little bigger than before, and Steve is happy to let himself think he caused it.

When he looks down again, Robin has finished writing, and she nudges the notebook closer to him. Eddie must talk fast, because her writing is almost indistinguishable from chicken scratch in dirt that a cat got dragged through. Thankfully, Steve is an expert at this point.

"Eddie: Anyway, you know the drill. We'll start with some Metallica, treat you to Iron Maiden, throw in a dash of Black Sabbath, and then grace you with a Corroded Coffin original. If you don't like it, not my problem."

Steve feels the beginning of the set as he finishes reading. He sits a little straighter, planting his feet firmly on the floor and placing his palms on the table with his fingers spread. Robin is still writing next to him, most likely transcribing the bits and pieces of conversation she can hear for Steve to read later and laugh at. She doesn't try to get his attention while she does, already knowing it won't be worth it after Steve has shifted into Music Mode.

In the same way that people can tell what song is playing based simply on the first note, Steve can sometimes tell based on the strength and length of the first vibration. In the same way people know the lyrics of songs after listening to them enough times, Steve knows the vibration patterns like the back of his hand. In the same way people who hear their favorite songs played live can tell when a note is wrong or a lyric is sung too fast, Steve can tell when the drummer or bassist makes tiny mistakes that wouldn't be caught otherwise.

And Steve loves it. He loves how his entire body thrums with each vibration that travels from the amp. He loves how he can close his eyes and picture a story based on the music, one that probably doesn't match the lyrics but tends to replace them in his heart. He loves that this is something he can still share with his friends, even if most of them don't realize how different his experience with music is.

So, for all the little bumps and dips that occur in the vibrations as Corroded Coffin plays, for all the tiny slips that certainly go unnoticed by anyone else, and for all the fact that Steve doesn't get to hear Eddie's voice, he can confidently say he loves the show. He's never heard the songs played like this before, and it helps diminish the gut-deep desperation for new music.

And then Corroded Coffin starts a new song. It's one Steve doesn't recognize, one with vibrations that are completely foreign to him, and he jerks his head up to watch Eddie play his guitar in an opening solo. It thrums across the floor, climbing up his legs and spreading in waves from his palms on the table. Steve feels goosebumps chase after it, a new wave washing over him when the guitar solo ends with a particularly strong vibration that's immediately followed by the drums and bass.

Eddie throws himself into the music, moving and twisting and strutting around the stage like he's playing to Madison Square Garden. Steve can't look away, the lyrics incomprehensible but replaced by the jerk of Eddie's hips and the tilt of his head and the little half-spin he does on his heel.

It ends too quickly with one final, reverberating strum that lingers in Steve's bones, burrowing into his marrows as Eddie pushes his hair back and grins into the mic. He says something breathlessly, his shoulders rising and falling rapidly as he tries to catch his breath, and Steve knows he's gone.

He's hopeless.

He's desperate.

He needs more Corroded Coffin, more Eddie, in whatever form he can get.

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For the first time, Corroded Coffin gets genuine applause after playing. Usually, the patrons of the Hideout will politely clap (if they even notice the set is over) for about two seconds. Tonight, however, Eddie and his friends are graced with excited clapping, a few shouts, and one very strong whistle from a small table to the left of the stage. And it spreads because even rough biker dudes can fall to peer pressure when it's that enthusiastic.

So, yeah, genuine applause all because of Steve Harrington and Robin Buckley who, Eddie thinks, is surprising company for the former King of Hawkins High. No matter how unexpected, he should still thank them and ask what they thought of the set now that it's over. He carefully sets his guitar on a stand and glances over his shoulder, catching Jeff's gaze and flashing a grin. "I'll be right back," he says before jumping off the stage and heading over to Steve and Robin's table.

As he gets closer, he notices the notebook and pens spread out, colorful writing filling the pages and Steve grinning with amusement as he reads it. Robin is watching him like she's waiting for him to understand an inside joke already so they can laugh about it together. If Eddie didn't already know Robin was like him (band camp, summer after his junior year, during an unfortunate game of Seven Minutes in Heaven where they awkwardly stood in a closet together before Robin commented on his black bandana), he'd wonder if something was going on between them.

"How'd you like the set?" Eddie asks when he reaches the table, suddenly nervous enough to tug on a lock of his hair and pull it in front of his mouth.

Robin looks up, but Steve doesn't. He's still reading the notebook, snorting at whatever is written there like he didn't hear Eddie. It's not until Robin elbows him that he raises his head, eyes widening when he sees Eddie. "Sorry, could you repeat that?" Steve asks, his gaze dropping to Eddie's mouth (Eddie definitely isn't imagining that) and faltering some.

"I asked if you liked the set," Eddie says, frowning slightly as Robin grabs a pen and scribbles something on the notebook. It's too small for him to read, but he doesn't miss how Steve glances down for less than a second before his eyes light up with realization.

"Oh!" he says, looking back at Eddie and flashing a charming grin. "It was great. You guys are so loud, and I've never f-uh, heard anything like your original song before."

Eddie catches the way Steve fumbles, faltering like he wanted to say one word but forced himself to say another. Something is tugging at the back of Eddie's mind, but he can't quite grab onto it just yet. For now, he leans forward, placing both hands on the table so he can be closer to Steve. "You listen to metal often, Harrington?" he asks.

Steve stares at his mouth for a few seconds before nodding, and Eddie feels the thrill of learning something completely unexpected. "I like Black Sabbath best, but Judas Priest and Guns N' Roses are close seconds," Steve says.

"Yeah?" Eddie asks, "What do you like most about it?" He wants to know. Does Steve Harrington (King Steve, Steve "The Hair" Harrington, Steve fucking Harrington) like metal for the same reasons he does? Does he like the stories and the passion and the heavy theatricality of it all?

Steve seems to hesitate, possibly thinking about how to answer, before finally saying, "I like how it's music I can feel. When I listen to metal, it digs into my bones. Other music doesn't."

Somehow, Eddie's grin gets impossibly wider, and his cheeks are hurting from the sheer force of it. He's about to say more when Robin glances at the clock and swears under her breath. "Shit, I promised Mom I'd be home ten minutes ago," she says, grabbing the pens and recklessly throwing them into her bag.

It's the movement that seems to catch Steve's attention, and he looks down at Robin's hands before looking up at the clock. "Oh, fuck, your curfew," he says, looking at Robin like she hadn't just said the same thing two seconds ago.

"Yeah, no shit, dingus," Robin says, pausing long enough to speak while looking straight at Steve before throwing the notebook into her bag, too. She jumps to her feet and hauls Steve out of the chair, making his varsity jacket fall open to reveal an Iron Maiden shirt.

And Eddie thinks his heart just about stops. He doesn't know why, but seeing Steve in a metal band shirt under an undeniably jock jacket makes him feel....something. This is, like, sacrilege, right? How dare Steve Harrington allow Metal and Jock to meet? Doesn't he know the two styles clash? Or, well, they're supposed to clash, but Steve somehow wears them well, and Eddie thinks he's upset and annoyed by the fact.

Before Eddie can analyze that feeling, Steve says, "Sorry to run, Eddie. You played really well. Let me know when the next show is."

There's a lot to unpack there, too. Steve Harrington wants to come to another Corroded Coffin gig. Steve Harrington is sorry he has to cut the conversation short. Steve Harrington thinks his band played really well. Before Eddie can say anything in response, Robin is dragging Steve away, throwing a goodbye over her shoulder.

Eddie doesn't want Steve to go without something, though, some kind of departing word, so he shouts, "See ya later, big boy!"

Steve doesn't look back, but Robin nearly trips over the doorway. She then pauses long enough to say something to Steve, watching with sheer delight as he splutters and glances at Eddie before dragging her through the door. Eddie couldn't stop the grin if he tried, and he didn't try.

Later, when Eddie is sprawled on the floor of his room, staring up at the ceiling and thinking about Steve's stupid combination of Metal and Jock, he'll be struck by a sudden, consuming thought. What if Steve was wearing just the Iron Maiden shirt? What if he wore just the jacket?

Eddie swallows around the sudden lump in his throat, his mouth going dry as he scrambles to his feet and gets ready to take a very, very cold shower.

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hoeassproductions · 6 months

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watching someone in your notes go through your entire catalogue of work

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hoeassproductions · 6 months

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if you or a loved one has been diagnosed with. Captivated by a man with big sparkly brown eyes and slutty hands and a pretty waist you may be entitled to financial compensation

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hoeassproductions · 11 months

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Steve grows up thinking that love can be earned. That it has to be earned. That if he is quiet and polite, invisible most of the time and puts on his too-tight white button-downs without making a fuss, his mother will call him good and while she won't say it directly, Steve takes her approval for love.

His father is harder to please, for a while it's winning sport trophies and talking about taking out pretty girls. But as time goes on, Steve learns that disappointment is far quicker and far more willing given than love. Love can also be taken away like a toy from a naughty child.

Despite trying his best to keep earning his parents' love it keeps slipping away from him more and more often, like smoke through delicate fingers. Steve doesn't know what he is doing wrong, just assumes that he isn't good, that he doesn't deserve their love. It never occurs to him that they simply might be incapable of it, hollow, cold, harsh caves that echo where their hearts should beat.

So Steve tries to get it elsewhere. Tommy and Carol's love is easier to earn. Drive them places, pay for their food, get them booze and let them throw parties at his pool. Be mean and arrogant, laugh at jokes that make him feel sick to his stomach and do it all with a smile. Keep them happy and they'll keep loving him. He never quite figures out how he earned Nancy's love and it makes him antsy. Not knowing how to ensure that she'll keep loving him. He only realizes once they break up that the reason he never knew how to make her keep loving him was that she never loved him in the first place.

The kids are easy: be a human shield for them, beat monsters with a baseball bat, get tortured by Russians for them. If danger isn't around the corner it's driving them to the arcade, paying for their food, letting them hang out in the cold, desolate house that once they are gone echos just as much as the caves in his parents' chests. It's not that different from how he kept Tommy and Carol loving him. Only that it feels different, better. Steve doesn't have to force smiles, still recognizes the person in the mirror when he hangs out with the kids. He has fun too, would still do all these things if it didn't earn him the kids' love.

It's nice. Almost. If it wasn't for the constant fear that one day he'll say the wrong thing, bring them the wrong snack and all of that love will go poof.

Robin just like Nancy, Steve can't figure out. And it's fucking terrifying because he doesn't think he's ever loved a friend hell not just a friend, anyone, the way he has loved her. There are days he wants to crawl into her skin and make a home hoping it'll be enough to make her stay. Though a home never made his parents stay either. He knows the day he is going to lose her love, he will completely fall apart.

Eddie, Steve is slowly figuring out. Or at least he thinks he is. It's hard to tell with Eddie sometimes. On one hand, it's easy, Steve knows how to please partners in a relationship, knows how to be a good boyfriend. And Eddie clearly seems to enjoy the way Steve keeps trying to earn his love. On the other hand being a good boyfriend had already once not been enough.

It all comes down to it when Eddie and Steve end up in a stupid fight. Steve can't even remember what it started or who started it, all he knows that when Eddie says, "I need a smoke," and moves towards the door, panic closes around Steve's throat like a hand and squeezes tightly. If Eddie goes out of the door, if he leaves, he might not come back. It's been over six months since Steve last saw his parents.

"I'm sorry," he yells, tears already spilling over the corners of his eyes, running down his cheeks and pooling at his chin. He reaches for Eddie's wrist and Eddie instantly stops.

"I'm sorry, don't leave please! I'll make up for it, I promise. I'll be good. Perfect. Let me earn it again! Please!"

Eddie looks startled by Steve's outburst. He tucks his cigarette back into his pocket and pulls Steve into his arms.

"What? I'm not leaving! Steve," he says and cups Steve's wet face. Steve can't stop trembling. "What do you mean 'earn it again'?"

"Your love," Steve sniffs and buries his face in the crook of Eddie's neck, hoping, praying that it wasn't the wrong move. He knows he can be too clingy and he knows he can't afford to lose more of Eddie's love.

"My love? Baby," Eddie tightens his arms around Steve, "I'm not gonna stop loving you just because we're fighting. I love you even when I'm mad at you."

It draws a whole new wave of tears out of Steve and he does feel a bit like drowning. "And you don't have to earn my love, it's not fucking conditional," Eddie continues and presses a couple of soft kisses to Steve's hair.

"All my love is freely given. Not because you cook me dinner or let me pick movies or offer to blow me all the time. But because I love you, just you Steve. You don't even have to do anything. Just be yourself."

Eddie is crying now too, horrified that Steve went through his life in constant fear of love being taken away from him. Having to constantly bend and twist himself until he was broken just to earn crumbs of affection. It's a first step, one I love you doesn't undo years of trauma and fixes everything in an instant.

But Eddie vows he'll do everything he can to convince Steve that he is loved, so, so, so loved without having to grovel and beg for it. Without having to always be good and perfect.

And Robin and the kids make the same vow, heartbroken when they find out how scared Steve has been of losing them, how he thought they only kept him around in case of danger and because he had money.

It takes a while, but eventually, Steve starts to believe them. And if he ever has doubts or forgets everyone in his life is quick to remind him just how loved he is. Free of charge and indefinitely.

#im not crying #you're crying

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hoeassproductions · 11 months

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Oh the delicious angst of Steve trying to subtly tell Eddie that it's not just sex for him after their first time, giving it a few days before asking him on a date. He's so nervous, wanting desperately for it to go right.

Eddie misreading the signals Steve is trying to send, assuming that it was a one night stand for him and, when Steve tries to bring that night up, Eddie reassures Steve that it's ok. They can still be friends. Besides, he's got a date with this cute guy he saw in the city, so he doesn't need to worry about Eddie catching feelings.

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Saw a post about "Mutually Unrequited" and.... Robin and Eddie who got set up by the kids who think they'd be perfect together, and since neither is out, they can't avoid the pestering forever and eventually cave. And neither knows the other one isn't into this because they're idiots they're small town gays trying really hard to keep up appearances. Plus they keep telling the kids how great the other was. They don't want to shoot this down too dramatically because they're anxious dorks who think it'll upset the group and/or out themself, and they don't actually know how to break up with someone because they've never done this dating thing before, so they just keep trying to get the other one to end things for them. The dates are absolutely terrible, and they keep giving compliments that barely even make sense. But each of them keeps thinking this is just How Straight Couples Are When Dating, and getting gayer every second bc ew, and also no, and also why.

Meanwhile, Steve is watching with popcorn, encouraging the gremlins, and refusing to save either of them despite being both of their confidantes, because the kids haven't given him shit about his love life since they started this scheme.

The original post under the cut if you can't be bothered to click a link.

#this is a masterpiece.#i am so invested 🤣🤣

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“The demon is back.” Eddie pokes into Steve’s side to wake him up.

“Babe, please go back to sleep.” Steve shoves his face into the pillow, making his voice muffled.

“Steeeeve.” Eddie whines, “It’s really there I swear this time. And I locked the door so I know it’s the demon again. Nothing else can get inside.”

“Eddie.” Steve squishes his face even deeper into the mattress. “You do this at least once a week. I love you; I do. But I never look because there is no demon. And every morning, you wake up fine. So please, go back to sleep.”

“What if I promise never to mention it again if it’s not really there? Will you look then?” This time Eddie’s voice wavers, his actual terror showing.

Steve sighs and shifts his head to look at Eddie, “This is really freaking you out, huh?” He says it kindly. Steve can tell this is serious to Eddie. So even if he doesn’t believe it, Eddie does. And what’s important to Eddie is important to Steve.

Eddie nods back furiously.

“Okay, I’ll look.” Steve shifts his head towards the other side, where the chair by the window sits. There, sitting in that corner is a dark shadowy figure. “Oh.”

“See! I told you! Demon! Oh god, it’s gonna get us.” Eddie throws his hands up. Even though he’s terrified, he’s accepted defeat.

“No.” Steve says calmly. “It’s just El.”

Eddie pauses his rant, “What?”

“It’s just El. In the corner. She does that sometimes, watches people she cares about until she falls asleep. To make sure they’re safe.” Steve looks at Eddie.

“The door was locked! How are you so calm about one of the kids just watching us at night?”

“Honey, she has mind powers. I don’t think a flimsy lock from Home Depot is going to stop her.” Steve deadpans before shrugging, “And it’s El. She could ask me to kill a man, and I probably wouldn’t even ask questions.”

“What if she asked you to kill me?”

“I’d be conflicted.”

“I want to be mad, but honestly I think I’d hand you the knife.” Eddie sighs, looking down at Steve.

Steve scoffs, “Don’t be ridiculous. I wouldn’t stab you. I’d obviously sneak some kind of poison into your honeycombs. Way less messy.”

Eddie goes back to nearly shouting, “Why have you thought about this?!”

“Honestly, I have a lot of intrusive thoughts. I just don’t speak them out loud.”

Despite the fact they are actively talking about his murder, Eddie can’t help but get all gooey with Steve in their bed. “Is this why you don’t get mad when I think aloud? Another reason why you just get me. Adding that tally to the ‘why we are great together’ column.”

“Yes, we’re pretty amazing. Can we go back to sleep now?” Steve smiles.

“Yes—wait, no.” Eddie corrects himself, getting himself back on track. He loves this man, but he is a sneaky little minx. “Why did El never say anything? I mean, this is not the first time I accused her of being a demon. Hell, we’ve been talking for literally five minutes, and she still hasn’t said anything. Also, what if she walked in on us doing, ya know, adult stuff?” Eddie blushes at the end. He’s acting like he hasn’t been whispering way worse things in Steve’s ear every night.

“First off, she won’t walk in on that. Apparently Max taught her about happy screams a long time ago.”

“Gross.”

“Yeaaa. Second, I’m pretty sure she’s asleep right now.”

Huh, now that Eddie thinks about it, he does hear soft little snores. Which is weird since neither he nor Steve snores, and they are both, ya know, awake.

“And I don’t think El speaking in a dark corner would have helped your fears. Like imagine just hear her soft “Hello” at 2 a.m.” Steve raises an eyebrow.

“I—okay I got nothing.”

“Fantastic can we go back to sleep now?”

Eddie gives one last shout, “You’re not going to stop her?”

“Are you going to tell her no? And make her worry?”

Eddie slinks down into the covers, “...no.”

“That’s what I thought.”

Eddie curves his body into Steve’s, seeking him out. Steve wraps his arms around Eddie, securing him to his chest. “Thank you for indulging me.”

Steve hums. “Anything for you baby. I love you.”

“I love you too.” Eddie kisses Steve lightly.

“I love you both as well.” El’s voice suddenly speaks into the silent room.

“Jesus Christ!” Eddie screams.

Steve can’t help the giggles that come out of him. He tries to smother them into Eddie’s shoulder.

Eddie can’t find it in himself to be mad.

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some people seemed interested in more el + Steve sibling energy. And they are a sibling-like duo I love. So here’s a little something but more steddie involved. I think all three of their relationship would be very sweet. Both Eddie and Steve would protect el. I hope you enjoyed :)

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brain is liquid because last two weeks of school. please enjoy this near plotless piece of fluff.

Steve waits to go to college until he really knows what he wants to do. Decides he wants to be a nurse. He would have gone off to school with Robin, but because he waited, she's already out and working. Eddie, however, has moved to Chicago and and when Steve applied to University of Illinois Chicago he got accepted. Not wanting to live in the dorms with a kid 6 years younger than him he asks Eddie, "Hey man, listen I got accepted to UIC... yeah! I'm happy about it! ... Nursing. You think I will? ... yeah. Listen, I know you and Greg kinda take up most of your apartment, but if I could just crash with... what?... He broke up with you? what kind of... shit, yeah, I'm sorry man... yeah... well, I was just wondering if I could crash at your place until I find my own? ... Really!? Awesome, Eddie, thank you!"

He moves in a week before his classes start and being around Eddie again shakes off all the dust from living in Hawkins for so long. Eddie is as loud and bright as he used to be. When school starts Steve gets overwhelmed, he's been out of academia for so long and he was never that good in the first place. But Eddie's there. "Don't worry about it Steve, I'll help you." "Ok, Mr. Third year senior." "Hey, it wasn't because I wasn't smart." Eddie replied pointing with a spatula.

Eddie was a help. He would study with Steve, make him food when he was buried by work, tell him to take breaks when it got a little too intense. And in return Steve got a part time job to help pay the rent, picked up the groceries on the way home from school, and listened to Eddie's demos when he finally deemed them good enough for others to hear. They formed a nice symbiotic relationship in their apartment biome.

So nice that Steve stopped looking for another apartment. So nice that neither of them had tried to date anyone in four months. So nice that one night Eddie looked over at Steve, head back on the couch, mouth open and snoring slightly because he fell asleep while they were watching TV, and Eddie just stared. Eddie's toes are tucked under Steve's thigh, warm and grounding and Eddie is suddenly struck by the fact that he loves Steve. Loves him so much it knocks the air out of him for a second.

He wants to tell Steve, wants to ask him out or make him a fancy dinner or curl up to Steve's side, but the timing sucks. Steve's in finals week and Eddie has never seen him so stressed. It's a miracle Eddie got him to sit down and not work for two second and on the third one Steve was lights out.

So Eddie waits, bides his time. It's the day of Steve's last final and he has a plan. "Are you going out with everyone after? Seems like the end of finals is something to drink about." Eddie asks as he's getting ready for work. "Ah... well some of them are, but I don't think I'm going. I don't think I've ever been this tired and I won't be able to keep up with them. Can't drink like I used to, and besides, I have an early shift tomorrow." Steve pops his head in the bathroom to look at Eddie in the mirror. "You gonna be home? Maybe we can just splurge and get takeout from the fancy Chinese place." "Yeah, sounds like a plan Stevie, I'll be here."

Eddie leaves work early that day. He's going to make dinner for Steve and rent his favorite movie and buy a tub of Steve's favorite ice cream because he deserves it. Eddie is proud of him for making it through his first semester. He wants Steve to know.

When Steve opens the apartment door and drops his bag against the wall he's overwhelmed by the smell of food cooking. The apartment is warm, the TV is on in the other room with a basket ball game playing, and he can hear Eddie in the kitchen. "Garlic... Where's the garlic powder..."

Steve stands in the doorway to the kitchen for a minute, watching Eddie go back and forth from the cabinet to the stove, the smell of fajitas (something that Eddie makes every once in a while that Steve absolutely loves) cooking, and he's overwhelmed by a feeling that he barely had any time to process in the last month... He loves Eddie.

"Steve!" Eddie finally turned enough to see him, "I didn't even hear you come in, how'd the final go?" He asks before turning back to the stove. "Went okay." Steve replied, pushing off the wall and coming up behind Eddie, throwing all caution to the wind and wrapping his arms around Eddie's middle, face pressing into Eddie's hair and the bend of his neck. "You're cooking for me?" He feels Eddie freeze for all of three seconds before he's turning in Steve's arms. "Proud of you." He says quietly, as he wraps his arms around Steve's neck, "Wanted to make you something nice." Steve smiles and meets Eddie half way, the kiss slow and sweet, like someone picked them up and dropped them into domesticity, until Eddie breaks away with a "I'm gonna burn the chicken."

Steve stays in the kitchen, stealing kisses and helping Eddie cook. They eat and wash the dishes together, Eddie kissing Steve on the back of the neck any time he goes to put a dish away. They curl up on the couch with Eddie leaning into Steve's side just like he wanted to the other night. And when they go to bed, Steve pulls Eddie into his room, Eddie's head on his chest as they fall asleep.

#this is so cute im gonna die!!!!#steddie

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I love that writing feeling where a story starts going in a very different direction than the one you initially intended, but somehow this new direction actually achieves your desired goals way better than the original plan would have done.

#hehehe let me get on this roll

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Lil PSA

I just made a million updates on here, so if you just got blasted, sorry not sorry. Enjoy the ride? lol

ALSO, incase anyone else didn't know or realize this, if you change your blog name, your hyperlinks for masterlists and whatnot also need to be updated because they will no longer work anymore since the old blog name no longer "exists" even though all of your content is still there. it's a bitch, I know!

I didn't know that and just spent a couple hours updating all of my stuff. Now you can get your clicky clack on in here the right way! Happy hunting! <3

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hoeassproductions · 1 year

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Masterlist

"Oh, it was just one of the things I wrote! Because at first, I said this is gonna be a blurb and it turned into a whole ass production, but smutty, so a hoeass production, if you will!"

Here is a masterlist of all of my writings so far [and counting!]. You can also find my writing on AO3 At @HoeAssProductions (updates pending). If any of the links here do not work, please message me and let me know so I can get that updated.

Thanks, and happy eyeball surfing!

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The Fun Stuff!

~ = Multi-chapter work

** = Smut included

Chris Evans

Break a leg ~

A Letter From Home - Drabble

Eddie Munson

Hideout Hideaway** - Part 1 Part 2

Hey Bartender**

Skull Rock, Make Out Spot**

Secrets Between Us and the Sky

#my writing #masterlist #writing masterlist #eddie munson #chris evans

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Secrets Between Us and the Sky

You and Eddie are laying on the roof of his van stargazing.

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It's not unusual for this to be a thing that you two do together, when the world gets to be too much and life is getting you down. Any hint of being overwhelmed and Eddie is right there with his keys and a knowing arm around your shoulders, murmuring a "Let's get out of here" in your ear.

The drive just outside of Hawkins city limits is quick one, but you've both found that it's just enough space and separation that you can just. . .be. No pretenses, no masked performance necessary, driving past that "thanks for visiting sign" removing a ten pound weight from both of your chests, and your tense shoulders immediately loosening.

The drive is quick, always prepared for a getaway with all supplies necessary for a night like tonight stored in the back of the van, ready to go at the drop of hat like was needed an hour ago.

Setup was easy, a rythm you both find is muscle memory after having made a habit of doing this regularly for the last few months and before you know it, you both are laid out on blankets and pillows, existing in comfortable silence under the starry night sky. No conversation has been necessary yet, enjoying each other in silence, but Eddie cares about you and wants to be there for you, always ready to listen. He's one of the only people to ever hold that space for you and it's endlessly appreciated.

"Do you want to talk about it?" he says quietly, like whatever comes next is a secret between you and the sky.

A few moments pass while you contemplate the right wording.

"I just. . .I dont know. Everything is so loud in my brain these days and the world, it just. . .it won't stop punching. Every single thing feels like a fucking lot right now. I don't feel like I can't just exist as me and that be enough. And I- I don't know how to be equipped for this right now. I know I'll be good, I'll be okay, I always am but it's just. . . a hell of a fucking lot right now."

Letting out a deep breath you didn't know you were holding onto, you look over at him to see his eyes already trained on you. Neither of you speaks, just sharing unspoken emotions between gazes. He quirks a small smile at you, the one he knows always softens you.

"I know you'll be good, but that doesn't mean you should have to, that you deserve to carry all of that shit."

He reaches over and slides a piece of your hair that has fallen in front of you face behind your ear.

"And you sure as hell don't have to carry any of it alone." His hand caresses down the side of your cheek and down your jaw to hold your chin between his thumb and forefinger.

"I'm not going anywhere" He leans in and presses a small, gentle kiss to your forehead. As you feel the night's tension leave your body, you snake your hand around his neck, holding him to you for a bit more before pulling back and meeting his eyes.

"I don't know what I'd do without you looking out for me." You say this with sincerity and he knows it. He knows that people don't look out for you, or provide you comfort. Not in the way you are always doing for others, without the expectation of receiving the same.

"I know, sweetheart. Lucky for us, we're never going to find out because you got me forever, babe."

He pulls you to his chest and you snuggle in, falling asleep together under a blanket of stars, only waking when the sun begins to rise on a new day you will face together, like all the others before, and the many more to come.

#eddie munson fanfic #eddie x y/n #eddie munson #stranger things #my writing #Secrets Between Us and the Sky

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hoeassproductions · 1 year

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Skull Rock, Make Out Spot

Y/n takes Eddie to Skull Rock for some fun - Includes light Smut, MINORS DNI!

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"Eddie, I know this isn't really your thing, but indulge me please?"

He rolls his eyes at you, but gives a sincere look that says he'll do anything for you if you asked. You know it well.

You give him a mischievous grin and lean into him.

"I promise, I plan on making it worth your while."

At this, he trudges ahead of you, suddenly really interested in picking up your hiking pace. You both walk through the forest mostly in comfortable silence, but engaging in conversation here or there, you stop yourself from grinning like a fool everytime he looks at you because he has no idea what you have planned when you get to your destination.

You both walk on for another 20 minutes or so until skull rock comes into view.

He suddenly stops walking in front of you, intentionally causing you to run into his back full force.

"Where's my surprise, y/n?"

You flatten yourself against his back, tits to thighs and run your hands down his sides until one hand snakes around his front to his chest and the other around his hip to his thigh, stopping just next to his crotch.

"I'm right here, baby."

You lick the shell of his ear as you say it, taking note of the shiver that comes over him and the growl that catches low in his throat.

He quickly twists in your arms as he spins you both around to walk you backwards towards the make out spot.

Once your back meets the rock, he lifts you by the thighs to wrap your legs around him. You grind against each other as you devour every noise coming from your throats, equally turned on and into this.

After a few minutes of heavy make out, he adjusts his legs to set you down on top of his right thigh. As you begin to whimper at the sudden loss, he pulls your crotch snug against his thigh, causing the slightest bit of friction he knows your body needs.

"You've had your fun, luring me out here. Now its my turn."

He unwraps your hands from his neck and pins them against the rock above your head with one of his while the other stakes around your back holding you just above your ass, bring you harder against his thigh.

His grip on your hands above you. "I'm going to make you fall apart and you don't get to touch me while I'm doing it."

He leans in to bite your earlobe and whisper, "be as loud as you want baby, no one can hear you and I want my present to be loud."

The hand on your lower back begins to pull your hips into a rhythm causing glorious friction to your clit through your layers of clothing. Not as satisfying as without, but still enough to get you wet and enjoy the ride.

You begin to push back against the rock with your bundled hands to give you better leveraged.

"My baby is so eager. Being a little wanton slut out here, riding my thigh. You look so beautiful chasing that high."

He lets go of your hands, giving you a look to keep them there as his hand finds purchase on the other side of your hips to pull you harder and faster against him as he angles his thigh higher up into the apex of your thighs.

With the change of pace and increased friction, you feel your climax building faster, causing your breathy whimpers to morph into guttural moans as you hold on to the rock above your head for dear life.

"Eddie, that feels so fucking good!"

You start to become a little breathless as your gut begins to twist, the tell tale sign that you are getting close.

You bring your right knee up against Eddie's crotch so that every time you rock forward, you rub you knee against his hardened dick, making sure to increase his pleasure.

A hiss escapes his throat as he chuckles. "You sexy little minx, God, I fucking love you."

You both chase your climaxes, feeling pleasure spreading through your bodies, feeling wanton and free to fall apart in each other's arms.

"Eddie, I'm so close. Harder, baby."

He begins to ram you against his thigh, faster, harder, more friction. Getting you there.

"Me too baby, come with me. Come for me now." His raspy voice in that deep timbre he knows you love so much does it for you.

With his teeth finding purchase on your pulse point, and a moaning scream leaving your throat, you fall apart in his arms, reaching your high with his name on your lips.

"Oh God, Eddie. Fuck, you love me so good. You were so perfect baby. Best surprise ever. We gotta fuck out here more often."

He chuckles into the crook of your next as he growls his approval.

#eddie munson fanfic #eddie x y/n #eddie munson #stranger things #my writing #Skull rock make out spot

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