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Holy Ghost Stimboard
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#holyghost#holy ghost#nerdy prudes must die#npmd#npmd stimboard#Nerdy prudes must die stimboard#Npmd stim#Nerdy prudes must die stim#starkid#hatchetfield#starkid stimboard#grace chastity#grace chastity npmd#max jagerman#Christian stim#Jock stim#Ship stim#ship stimboard#blood stim#tw blood#cw blood#stimblr#visual stim#stimboard#stim blog#stim board#stimboards#hatchetfield stimboard#Stim boards#Janusās Corner
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Would you care to elaborate on the Sid and Davo autism truthing because I agree but I want to hear your thoughts?
Not To Diagnose Men I Don't Know, But:
autism is highly characterized by:
restrictive interests, which they are highly invested in (you know. stories growing up about how they ONLY ever wanted to play hockey, connor for instance getting fixated on how the other kids "weren't doing enough" when his team was losing)
resistance to change in routine (sid keeping that jockstrap for EIGHTEEN PLUS YEARS, refusing to move/adjust things in his pregame routine that aren't "lucky," etc)
social difficulties (connor was described as a child + teenager as "painfully shy," "blunt to the point of being phlegmatic," etc, sid was sweet but there are stories of him not understanding why he was being picked on and stuff)
i think professional sports and especially ones where the pipeline starts as young as it does in hockey are essentially a breeding ground for neurodiverse individuals to "hide," as it were. hyperfixation and special interests are "good work ethic," ocd superstitions/autistic commitment to routine is just "pregame ritual", adhd energy is "drive."
that absolute narrow focus a lot of neurodiverse individuals can get, in the context of competitive sport, is a fairly straightforward way to get really really good at something really really fast, which is how individuals like sid or davo or nathan mackinnon or countless others all show up with reputations like "incredibly skilled, relentlessly focused, will stop at nothing to win."
im going to leave my thoughts on it at that; im not intimately familiar with the psychiatry and ethics of competitive sport and how they intertwine, so i don't have much else to say. sidney crosby's giant eyes DO have tbh swag though i love him
#sidney crosby#connor mcdavid#asks#you see posts like eichel going through his INCREDIBLY detailed and precise pregame routine and you think.#theres no way on earth that man is neurotypical . if he listens to the exact same songs for each piece of equipment and stuff#that post thats like 'lots of jocks are just autistic but their special interest is sports' fixed me#practice is a stim#etc etc etc
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Jock/Kevin Stimboard!
#stimblr#stimboard#stimming#visual stim#stimmy#stimboards#sensory#jock#boyfriends#bi#bisexual#Stimmies Boyfriends Collection
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š - Jock Stu Stimboard ~
Requested by: @p3k-n-party
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#stim#stimboard#i hope you do enjoy it - š#Brawl stars#Stu#Brawl stars stu#Green#Yellow#Purple#Scales#Eye#Jock#Clothes#Horns#Eyeliner#Makeup
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Jocky 80's board
Who would have guessed, another self indulgent board š This one is very much based on my personality and own clothing style E) I grew up in the suburbs more with my grandma than I did with my own parents, so I had a lot more experience growing up in a more 80's-like setting compared to early 2000's because of my grandma holding onto a lot of older things from when my dad & uncles were children, so it just kind of stuck to my own clothing style and who I am as a person now.
#stimboard#moodboard#stimmy#visual stim#sensory board#stim board#mood board#stim boards#aesthetic moodboards#stim moodboard#stimboards#80's aesthetic#jock aesthetic#70's aesthetic#red stim#vintage stim#retro stim#retro aesthetic#retro#vintage#vintage aesthetic#tf g1#transformers g1#tf hot rod#transformers#aesthetic stimboard
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A Kurt (name) stimboard for anon!
#stim#stimmy#satisfying#stimboard#name stimboard#food stim#food#burger#hot dog#meat#football#jock#hair#squishing#squishy#body stim#fashion#hands#brown#green#black#white#multicolored
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high masking autistic steve snippet - a follow on from this and this
wc: 2.5k | rated: T | cw: none | tags: autistic steve harrington (and eddie but again this is about steve), hurt/comfort, established relationship, stimming
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Steve is spending the evening doing one of his new things. Where he takes time to just be. Itās recovering, or Stevie time, or whatever Eddie and Robin have decided it should be called.Ā
Heās alone basically, and itās nice, because heās letting it be nice. Letting it be restful.Ā
Itās for when heās had a meltdown. Or can feel one coming on, because now heās starting to recognise what overstimulation feels like on his skin. How it prickles at the back of his neck if his breaks cut short, makes his vision vignette if something too unexpected happens.Ā
Learned that after something like that heāll need to rest. Needs time.Ā
And itās not lazy. Itās not. (Sometimes it still feels like it is.) (Weakā¦that word always plays in the deep, scathing tone of his fatherās voiceā¦and selfish.) Ā
Heās on the couch, itās dark, he actually feels really comfortable, and heās watching The Breakfast Club. Watching it again. Itās his favourite, it feels like his. But he doesnāt like watching it with other people because they might notice how much he likes it and he doesnāt want that. Canāt be seen like that.. Embarrassing.Ā
So he watches it alone, when he gets home from work. He pauses whenever he wants, rewinds, pauses. Takes a deep breath, rewinds, pauses, stares into space.Ā
He also pauses to eat the snack he brought in. Actually tasting the food bc itās the only thing he has to focus on. No lights, no sounds. He forgot how much he likes oranges when theyāre ripe. Harder to taste if he has to listen at the same time. So, on a day like today, he lets himself do stuff one step at a time.Ā
Itāll probably take him double the normal run time to get all the way to the end. But who cares? Itās his time.Ā
The weird girlās parents driving off; that feels like him. The jockās Dad letting him off easy; that doesnāt feel like him. āNo schools gonna give a scholarship to a discipline case.ā Maybe that does feel like him. Before through. A long time ago now.Ā
He claps sometimes. Keening high in his throat, a little happy hum that he only lets himself do when heās alone like this. He does it after he whistles the same tune they do. And during the scene of them running around the corridors. Itās exiting. Makes his lips stretch wide and his feet flap around. He claps. Once. Twice. It feels good.Ā
He laughs at the characters. How they merge together with bits of his friends. He feels that swell of happy sad emotion looking at the jock when he first comes in, acting above the others, only seeing Molly Ringwald. He lives through a couple flashbacks of himself. Resigns to actually watch them, sit in them, begins to process who he was. Who heās becoming now. Something like forgiveness tasting sweet on his tongue. He cries a little; that swelling and shifting as buried emotion finally passes. It overcomes him sometimes when he lets his mind relax.. He rewinds, and he laughs.Ā
āStevie?ā
Steve starts, fingers tangle in the blanket in his lap. Brain slow to process the change, the information. Eddie slipping through the door and coming over to him. Eddie dipping to look at Steveās face, trying to catch Steveās eye. Eddie smelling like cigarettes and crisp autumn air, itās nice, but, itās a lot. Panic sits bubbling somewhere in him. He wasnāt expecting this.Ā
āā¦Eddie?ā
āHey sweetheart. I know you had a shitty day, but Wayneās at home with a headache and he needs to sleep it off. Wouldnātāve been able to stay quiet enough for him.ā
Steve breaths in and out a little quickly. Eyes wide.Ā
Maybe itās okay. Eddie knows he had a bad day. Maybe itās okay.
āIāll sit in the kitchen, work on my campaign, just forget Iām here.ā Eddie speaks quietly, almost a whisper.Ā
He stares at his hand in his lap. ā..You wonāt, listen?ā Steve feels small. Knows heās not, his frame broad and strong. But, he needs small. Wants his world small tonight, slow. Wants to stay hidden. Him and the couch and the film and nothing else.Ā
Eddie just shakes his walkman and smiles (in that pointy way that makes Steveās toes curl).Ā
āKayā Steve whispers, still wary, off kilter. But accepts the kiss Eddie drops on his head, tangling their fingers together for a breath. Steve leans forward for a kiss on the lips. Itās deep, and lovely. Steve can smell Eddieās cologne. Feels where the chill bit at Eddieās nose. He shivers.
āNo cooking.ā Steve mumbles while their lips are still close. Small smile pulling at his face, eyes sharp, waiting for Eddie to get it.Ā
Eddie groans quietly in embarrassment but his eyes are soft and molten and Steveās toes curl up again. āCourse not baby, not again. Once youāre hungry just come through, yeah? Make us something nice.ā
And the light of the kitchen doesnāt reach the couch. And Eddie listens to his walkman loud. And Steveās safe. Itās Eddie. Heās not listening. Steveās safe.Ā
His favourite scene; Bender and Claire in the stock cupboard. The way he looks so shocked, the way she bites her lip. āWhyād you do that?ā āBecause I knew you wouldnāt.ā Steve whispers as they do. Claps. Itās such a good scene. Heās exited. He claps again. Rewinds to just watch her face. Rewinds to just watch his. Rewinds and watches the whole scene again. Wraps his arms around his middle and squeezes. Pauses on the kiss. He rubs his fingers agains his mouth. Giddy excitement bubbles in his belly. He hums high and happy again. He loves this movie.Ā
The weird girl gets a makeover, the jock really likes it. He feels like the weird girl sometimes, maybe Eddie can be his jock. Maybe he should get a makeover. Maybe keep growing out his hair. Maybe Eddie would like that.Ā
The credits roll. Benderās fist in the air. Steve drifts on the couch, eyes closed. He breaths deep, his stomach growls.Ā
He pads through to Eddie. Squinting. Too bright. āDāyou mind?ā He motions to the lights, his eyes too adjusted to the dark and he doesnāt even wanna try and adjust them back.Ā
āāCause. What we making?āĀ
Steve hums, goes into the pantry to see whatās easy. Eddie slips in behind him, hand on his waist. āPasta?ā Steve asks but Eddie doesnāt reply, just turns him gently. Nudging him to step back into the corner.Ā
Eddie looks at him, dips forward to place a slow kiss on his neck. āWhyād you do tha..ā Steveās words dry up in his throat.Ā
āBecause I knew you wouldnātā and Eddieās eyes are sparking with glee.
Eddie heard him.
He listened.
Steveās feels himself flush hot, embarrassed and ashamed. āAh, I, uh.ā He canāt explain it, why he had to watch it so many times, why it makes him so exited. He crosses his arms over his chest. Turns back to the shelves of food and picks a can at random. Shoving out of the room.Ā
āSteve?ā
Eddie said he wouldnāt. He listened in on him. He said he wouldnāt. Heās making fun of him. Steve knew he shouldāve told Eddie to go home.Ā
āStevie? Whatās wrong?ā But Steve doesnāt want to talk to him. Heās so angry, So ashamed, of himself. What if Eddie heard him clap too, heard him make that high noise, like a fucking baby, like some freak.Ā
He puts the can on the counter with way too much force, corn, not what he fucking wanted. His hands are shaking. He stares at them, wills his tears to stay behind his lash line. He got too comfortable, he canāt do that. Why is it so hard to pretend now, when it used to be so easy.Ā
āSteve, tell me what I did, please.āĀ
āāM fineā Steveās insides feel too big, pushing against his skin, itchy all over. He squeezes himself around his middle again, digging his fingers in hard.Ā
āDonāt do that, you know I hate when you bullshit like that.ā Half lovely, half scathing.
The word stinks, a stab to the gut. But Steve gets it, he does, they talked about it. He bites his lip, hard.Ā
Its old habits or whatever. Because Steve, he loved fine. Liked sinking his teeth into it; toxic waste green coating his mouth and lungs. Thick and delicious. Because fine gets you out of it. Fine gives you translucency. Controlled balance. Everything appearing a none issue, the perfect in-between. Steve was perfect at coming off as something to not worry about, someone to be ignored. It used to work in all situations; canāt get told off if youāre fine, cant do anything wrong, teachers didnāt look twice, his parents wouldn't shout. By staying half alive, never letting anyone too close, never filling your lungs up all the way. That was the fine Steve adored.Ā
āYou were literally just watching a movie. I dunno what the big deal is.ā and thereās frustration, confusion, in Eddie, Steve thinks. He feels himself tense up, glance over.
Eddie must see something on his face. See that scared little animal prowling around within him. Because Eddie softens, his voice gentle. āSteve.. itās nothing I hadnāt heard before.ā And Steveās teeth clamp together with a click. Heās done that, his clap and his high hum, in front of Eddie before? Steve tries to swallow, he canāt, a lump too big and sticky in his throat.
He canāt look him in the face, angry tears still threatening to spill āYou said you wouldnāt listen.ā Heās mumbling. He sounds even more like a kid. Stupid. Grow up.
āI heard a little but I was just flipping the tape over, I wasnāt trying to snoop on you Stevieā¦ You just, you sounded happy.āĀ
Steve huffs. Glances at Eddie. That soft underbelly of his whining, because with Eddie, Steve yearns. Yearns for close. Yearns to be seen, and understood.
āYou didnāt mean to?āĀ
āNo, it was just when I was turning the tape.āĀ
Steve forces a deep breath.Ā
āYou think Iām weird. You hate me.ā He whispers it like itās true. A big part of him believes it, his tears welling up. Feels rejected. Knows that feeling too well. Hates it.Ā
āAlways like you Steve. Always.ā
Steve grunts, a tear slips out, rolls down his cheek.
āāM embarrassedā comes out like an ugly sob. Steve scrubs his palms on his cheeks, feeling how red hot they are. Glaring at the countertop. āIām embarrassed!ā But itās just Eddie. It was just Eddie.
Eddie comes over, slowly draping himself over Steveās back. āNothin' to be embarrassed about, love.ā And Eddie leaves soft kisses on Steveās neck, squeezes his waist. āYou looked cute on the couch like that. Like it when youāre happy.ā Steve tries taking another deep breath but it shudders.Ā
Embarrassed, angry, sad. Embarrassed, confused, angry. Frustrated, embarrassed. Tired.Ā
Emotions wash over him. Heās learning to try and just feel them, name them, pick them apart. Some bubble back up to the surface, some only needed to be seen once.Ā
Steve turns to bury his face in Eddieās neck. He sighs, rubs his face into Eddieās warm skin. shaking his head, likes how his lips feel moving against edieās soft parts.Ā
Tired, hungry, embarrassed, hungry.Ā
āāM tired. I dunno what to eat.ā He whispers, and then because he said it itās like thereās space in his brain. āWant pasta.āĀ
āPasta it is then. And then we can sleep, yeah?ā Eddie rocks them gently side to side, kisses the side of his head and slips away. Goes to get the box from the pantry, puts the corn back. Steve gets a pot out of the cupboard.Ā
Staring into the water, the tips of his fingers prickle. Steve fizzes with energy and emotion. All pent up and annoying him. Needs it out. He clicks the flame on. Ā
He starts pacing around the kitchen island. In big striding, stomping steps. āUgh! You think Iām weird. Some weird guy who acts weird and does weird shit.ā Steve grumbles. Annoyed. He smacks his palm quick and hard against the counter top. Keeps stomping.Ā
Eddie comes back and starts following. Stomping and prancing like some court jester. āI like that youāre weird! You know, I have one episode of the Twilight Zone taped. Itās my third one. I watched the other two so much the tapes broke.ā Steve lets a little shout slip from him āHa!ā bubbly and forceful. Dislodging something within him. Like when a tooth finally falls out.Ā
Feels good.Ā
āI only like one brand of spaghetti hoops. Wayne once bought me a multipack for Christmas. Best fucking gift I ever got.ā and Steveās laughing now. Giggling and manic and still stomping around the island.
āI like how it feels to brush my teeth. Iāve never had a filling. I fucking love brushing my teeth, Eddie.ā and that makes Eddie laugh now too. Two freaks stomping around the kitchen. A king and his jester, lit up by moonlight.Ā
Steve turns the corner and stops short, still giggling. Eddies bent at one knee, presenting the box of pasta to him. āMy liege.āĀ
Steve claps, hums, high and keening. The waters boiling.Ā
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āHowād you feel now?ā Eddie asks around a mouthful of cheesy pasta.Ā
Steve curls up tighter into the corner of couch, wraps both hands around the warm bowl. Glances at Eddie across from him. āStill kinda embarrassed.ā
Eddie looks so soft, so kind, across from him. āIām embarrassed too, to be honest. You love that movie, I thought youād like me doing that. Kinda like when we, when we kissed upside-down, like I was Spider-manā Eddies sentence get quieter towards the end, mumbly, spoked into his bowl, cheeks dusted pink.
Steve strains to hear him. Smiles once he puts the words together.Ā
He shovels pasta in his mouth. Eyes closed. āYou are so annoying Eddie Munson. Whyād you even come here tonight, you coulda gone anywhere.ā Steve sinks further into the couch, itās really good pasta.
āMissed you.ā Eddie says it like itās simple, easy, and warmth drips over Steveās skin.Ā
Eddie clears his throat, Steve feels him fidget. āWanna maybe.. You think we could live together one day? Want you to be able to do whatever you want with me around Steve. Breakfast Club on all the time at our place, kay?ā And Steveās throat constricts, thatās a big change, living with someone, moving out. But maybe with Eddie it could be okay, if they did it together, slow.Ā
āYeah, kay. One day.ā Softly, bit by bit. Little bits. Steve can get there. Let Eddie in, let Eddie see. āBut no to Breakfast Club on all the time.ā Because some times, some days, some things, are just for him. Steve needs it that way. And thatās okay.Ā
He stretches out further on the couch, feeling syrupy and nice, easy smile playing at his lips. āI like it when you kiss my neck though, you can do that again.ā And that makes Eddie grin all pointy, put their bowls to the side and crawl over him.Ā
Steveās toes curl and he hums, high and happy.Ā
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tagging those who asked mwah! @2jug2head @lil-gremlin-things
but also people who i think might be interested (sorry if ur not lmk and i won't again) @xxfiction-is-my-realityxx @pearynice @steventhusiast @sugarcookiesteve @spectrum-spectre @irethsune
#hope u enjoy!!#autistic steve harrington#steddie#steve x eddie#hotlunch#my fic#once again#steve harrington needs a hug#and once again#he gets one#lmk if u liked it#i canāt tell u how many times iāve watched the breakfast club dude#thereās just something about it
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Short And Shy
Tara Carpenter x Autistic!Male!Reader
Summary: You were an inch shorter than Tara and extremely shy. She absolutely adored you for it.
Warnings: Description of autistic meltdown
Requested by: @d-epicplayz1028
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Today was stressful on Y/N, a bad mental health day to be specific. Y/N lived by a simple schedule. He'd wake up, get ready for college, ride to school with his girlfriend, learn and spend the rest of the day with her. This would hardly waver from its course, but he was content with that. However, unfortunate events would impede on that schedule.
Tara and Y/N walked hand in hand down the halls of their college, the glares of students did not go amiss by the couple. They watched them; stared, most of envy, jealousy and the occasional resentment. Not that it bothered them of course, at least not Tara. Y/N wasn't fond of all the attention he was getting.
They found their place in their seats, each offering a warm smile to the other, filling them with a sense of warmth and comfort that only such a loving smile could offer.
Though, that sense of warmth quickly dissipated when one of the jocks and his friends burst through the door with a boom box in hand, blasting loud music that bounced across the lecture hall walls.
Y/N winced as the sound waves from the speakers invaded his ear drums. Tara took notice of the discomfort his face had displayed and moved to cover his ears with her hands, her thumbs moving in circular motions across his temples in an effort to calm him.
The lecturer was too busy reprimanding the boys who had interrupted his class to even notice the couple. He spouted something about having the boys expelled if they attempted a stunt like that again, Tara didn't really care for what he had to say, keeping jer focus solely on her lover.
Y/N began babbling incoherently, a symptom of overstimulation from loud noises. People were starting to look at the two of them and starting to whisper, not helping the situation at all. He could feel all the eyes on him, like the whole world's gaze set itself on him, to mock and belittle him.
He felt as though his throat had closed up, cutting off any potential communication. His senses were in overdrive, the smell of the mahogany chairs he sat on invading his nasal passages. His clothes felt wrong, the material itching his skin, too irritable to go unnoticed. Tara put two and two together, he was gonna have a meltdown.
Tara kept whispering sweets words to her partner "Shh shh shh, it's okay baby. You're okay, my love. Can I hold you? Would you like to be held right now?" The boy nodded desperately, wanting the warm embrace and comfort from her. She wrapped her arms around him, pulling him into her lap and began rocking him, a technique that proved to be quite effective at calming him.
The lecturer finally took notice of the couple and demanded to know why the sound of cries were present. "Ms Carpenter what is going on?" He asked impatiently after having to deal with the jocks.
"Y/N is having a meltdown, may we be excused?" The lecturer nodded, likely not wanting to argue anymore than he had to. Tara picked Y/N up and carried him out of the classroom, his shorter stature allowing this to be possible.
She hurried out of the classroom with him in her arms, ignoring the numerous voices talking about them. Y/N keeps his legs around her waist and his face in her neck while she carries him to her car, weak sniffles are heard by Tara, making her even more mad at the jocks who caused this.
Once they made out of the building Tara sets him down and opens the car door for him, he hastily gets in and shuts the door, stimming to try and regulate himself. Tara takes her place in the drivers seat and holds him for a few more minutes, carding her fingers through his scalp.
"Stupid jocks, aren't they" She says to which he mumbled out a sound in agreement, still unable to verbally communicate properly. "Let's go to my place. Is that okay?" He nodded again, prompting Tara to buckle up and he the same.
- 20 minutes later
Tara turned the key to open the front door to her apartment, it was there they were met with Sam. She was going to greet Y/N, but thought twice when she saw his current state. She went for it anyway "Hey buddy, what happened?" She says expressing deep concern.
He looked to Tara to speak up for him, she got the message and spoke up. "Some asshole and his friends blasted music in our lecture. He got overstimulated so I took him out of there." She explains, he held her hand a little tighter, his head nestled against her chest.
Sam cooed out of sympathy "I'll be in the kitchen if you need me" she says and he smiles at her words which she happily returned.
Tara kept repeating sweet words to him, making him feel safe. Y/N felt the environment around him become warmer with each word that came out of her mouth, comforting him I'm the best way possible. "You're doing so good baby, you're safe now. Nothing can get you here. No stupid jocks, no loud music, just you and me" he felt at home, she felt like his home; a safe space.
She looked down at him, taking note of his features, admiring him. He saw this and his cheeks went beat red. She giggled mischievously, knowing the effect she has on him. She placed a kiss on his forehead and the heat in his cheeks rose to new heights.
Her hands worked his body, one in his hair and one rubbing his back and arms. He kept his hands in his sleeves due to the shyness he was experiencing. Tara kept placing kisses on his head, loving the way he reacts to them.
"Are you feeling a little shy, baby?" He nodded, then yawned, tired from the meltdown earlier. "Shy and tired I see. Wanna take a nap for me?" A part of him wanted to protest, though, he knew that she was right and that he needed rest.
He nodded his head, eyes half open. She took upon herself to carry him to bed, showing her impressive strength despite being 5'1, though he was inch or two smaller than her.
She placed him on her bed, looming over him like a guardian angel. She draped the blanket over his small frame like a protective shield from all the bad things in the world and kissed his forehead with love and passion "Sleep tight, sweet boy. I love you"
And just like that he was out like a light. Tara stayed by his side as he slept, holding his hand knowing her presence alone brings him great comfort.
She was never leaving him. Ever.
#jenna ortega x y/n#jenna ortega x reader#jenna ortega#jenna ortega x you#male reader#jenna marie ortega#tara carpenter x you#tara carpenter x y/n#tara carpenter x reader#tara carpenter
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Autistic Eddie
Disclaimer: these are just headcanons, obviously every autistic individual is different. Also, if you're an ableist just go away, this is obviously not for you
Main Masterlist
Eddie Masterlist
- Hates change of plans - for proof you have season 4 ep 1 when Dustin tells him to postpone Hellfire club.
- He's weird, he knows it and doesn't give a f about it - doesn't care about not fitting in and takes pride in not fitting in.
- Completely shocked about Steve not fitting into the stereotype that he was taught about jocks and popular people at school.
- Applies his interests (dnd, Lord of the rings) to make decisions or comprehend reality (that's so relatable tbh)
- Avoid eye contact in most situations, especially if he's sad or upset about something, like when they found him at the boat house
- Doesn't know what personal space is (him walking with Steve in the Upside Down)
- Compliments based on special interests and will get super excited when he talks about it
- Doesn't respond to his name right away and takes a bit more time to process sounds, like when Stevie was calling him while walking through the forest in the Upside Down
- Has safe foods, like what he asked Nance and the rest to bring to him
- Has a hard time processing emotions, especially frustration
- Struggles with school but he's very intelligent in other ways, I also have this hc that he purposely fails the same course over and over because he's scared of stepping into the real world, but that might just be me.
- Sometimes, when talking to other people he knows that something's wrong but he doesn't know what to do like at all.
- Hates being touched without a warning. That's why I hate the hc where people say that he will let you touch his hair while dating or even as friends, my guy doesn't like to be touched, nope, not at all. And he will let you for a very very short period of time if he trusts you
- Happiest around his special interests, aka playing with his band and dnd.
- Very protective over his interests
- He stims all the time, usually touching his hair r his face, seriously, just watch his scenes, come back and tell me i'm right
- Can't stay still
Tags: @ali-r3n @vicuriousghost @fhaf123
#eddie stranger things#eddie munson#eddie munson headcanon#autistic eddie munson#autistic eddie munson headcanons#eddie munson masterlist#masterlist!eddie munson#eddie munson!masterlist
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tw: meltdown, harmful stimming, slight internalized ableism below the cut
eddieās hellfire shirtās seen better days. the print is coming off, itās starting to smell old - even when wayneās finally succesfully forced eddie to take it off for a day so he can wash it.
the day eddie accepts that itās probably time to throw it away, he has a meltdown. heād been wearing this shirt for years now, not everyday, but almost. itās his one piece of clothing that heād always felt comfortable in, the only thing he could wear on bad days without feeling like he was gonna have to throw up.
so now heās sitting on his bed, wearing the shirt, rocking back and forth and pulling on his hair, trying to reason with himself - the shirtās old, he could make a new one, itās gross - but itās no use. his brain is in emergency mode.
heās so focused on his panic and anger at himself, that he doesnāt hear the knock on the door before it opens. steve walks in, sees eddie in distress, and immediately drops to the floor to kneel in front of the bed, looking up at eddie with concern visible on his face.
steve asks whatās happened, but eddie canāt seem to find any words. he just points at his shirt, points out the print, fingers trembling, before his hand goes back to pulling at his hair.
somehow steve manages to understand and calm eddie down a bit. eddie is aware that steveās making empty promises, he wonāt be able to get him a shirt thatās the same as the one heās wearing now. even if he buys the exact same shirt, eddie knows that itāll feel different to him because itās newer, from a different batch, just plain different. the print isnāt the issue, because he can just pop that onto the shirt himself.
still, hearing steve talk to him in a calming voice, reassuring him that everythingās going to be fine and that he will actively try to help eddie get the same shirt back, it helps. he calms down just enough to stop torturing his hair, looking at steveās face properly now for the first time since heād walked in. the thought that even though eddie just basically lost his mind in front of steve and is probably covered in snot and tears, the latter is still looking at him with pure relief, love (platonic. eddieās not trying to get his hopes up even further) and something else eddie canāt interpret on his face, makes eddieās heart flutter.
eddieās not the biggest fan of being touched during and after a meltdown, and steve knows that (theyād been hanging out for a while, and steveās witnessed another meltdown just weeks before), so they just sit side by side on his bed after heās come down from it, the metalhead nursing the tea steveās made him.
eddieās positively shocked when steve shows up again the next day to hand him a hellfire shirt. by the smell eddie can tell itās probably garethās, and eddie could kiss steve for the genius idea of retrieving one of the other shirts that heād bought for the original members of the hellfire club (maybe thatās not the only reason heād kiss him though but eddieās going to keep that to himself). it smells different, slightly like gareth and a bit like steve, but it feels the same and itās much less worn than eddieās, because gareth didnāt live in it as much as eddie did in his, apparently.
the relief that washes over eddie is immense. for a second he doesnāt even know what to say, so he just throws his arms around steve in absolute disbelief at having someone apart from his uncle in his life that cares so much about the stupid little things that upset him that heād go to these lengths to fix them.
especially steve. eddie was pretty worried about scaring the ex jock off when he started unmasking around him, but their friendship (?) just grew even stronger and steveās turned into the one person he can always turn to when things go south.
releasing each other from the hug, steve squeezes the others shoulders and tells eddie to go put the shirt on, but the latter is still thinking about his first instinct from a few moments earlier. he thinks of the expression on steveās face that washes over it so often when heās looking at eddie, no matter what the other is doing.
he thinks of accidental touches of hands, knees brushing together, hugs that last longer than they normally should. thinks of how caring steve is, how accepted and loved he makes eddie feel.
his eyes flicker down to steveās lips, back up to his eyes, and apparently steve is right there with him because he asks eddie if he can kiss him - and thereās that look again. eddie just nods and then theyāre kissing and his brain is struggling to catch up with what just happened but for a moment everythingās perfect and eddieās, once again, in disbelief.
when they break apart, thereās nothing but steve, steve, steve and he barely catches it when the other says that heās really been wanting to do this for a while now.
and all eddie can say to that is yeah, me too.
#steddie#eddie munson#autistic eddie munson#steve x eddie#eddie x steve#steveddie#stranger things#steve harrington#original post#vanessas writing#vanessas headcanons#steddie ficlet#steddie fic#tw: meltdown#tw: sensory overload#tw: hair pulling#tw: internalized ableism#(slightly but itās there)#autism#asd#stimming#my hellfire shirt is slowly dying thatās what made me think of this#iāve definitely had this reaction to having to get rid of comfort clothes or items before rip
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Max Jagerman x Ruth Fleming Stimboard
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#max jagerman#ruth fleming#Ruth Fleming x max jagerman#Max jagerman x Ruth fleming#max jƤgerman#Theatre stim#theater stim#nerdy prudes must die#npmd#npmd stimboard#Nerdy prudes must die stimboard#Npmd stim#Nerdy prudes must die stim#starkid#hatchetfield#starkid stimboard#Jock stim#Ship stim#ship stimboard#stimblr#visual stim#stimboard#stim blog#stim board#stimboards#hatchetfield stimboard#Stim boards#rarepair#Janusās Corner#flemerman
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as a certified weird girlā¦i meow. often. itās a stim that helps me calm down, and i feel like if you meowed (or a similar verbal stim) around yuuji, heād meow right back. Which would probably make me meow back at himā¦and now youāre just trading meows with our silly little jock boyfieā¦
āmmmreow -.-ā
āmeow :3!ā
āmmmmmreow >.<ā
āmeow :3!!!ā
omg stop !!! i also have like little stims, i was known in my college friend group for it so with yuujiā¦
he loves them? like if you chirp or something in surprise or just randomly heāll literally have a heart attack. i dunno expect cuteness aggression from him and squishing your cheeks together because he wants you to do it again :(( i expect after a while your verbal stims start to calm him down too? idk like he knows youāre okay or if you need help pls heād be so in tune with everything about you !!! im sick !!!
n yeah like trading little sounds with one another when youāre alone together CRIESS yuuji is so fond of you, he just loves you so much :((
#ā§ āĖāļøą© ā new notification#ā§ āĖš¬ą© ā unknown messenger#āļ½”Ā°ā© ā jock bf!yuuji
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m&m soulmate au in that soulmates share familiars. essentially familiars show up with the soulmate of whoever they're bonded to (this happens pretty early in their life usually but no set age/date) and when soulmates meet they swap familiars
when I made this au I had sam/evan as soulmates and jammer/k as soulmates because I thought it was funny but it turns out I'm a genius
sam with a huge creepy shadow following her around. asking it politely to help adjust her lighting rig. reminding it firmly that her shadow is NOT sentient so don't bug it
evan with a teeny tiny teacup pig that makes his life 10000000% more stressful because he MUST keep this thing alive and it's so small and soft and alien to him
jammer with theodore. can u imagine. he sneaks him nuts in exchange for test answers even though theodore is a chipmunk and doesn't know long division. theo has to remind him multiple times that he doesn't actually know who their person is, they'll know when they know- no, not even just to tell you if they're a librarian. he doesn't know. jammer gets him a little jersey and teaches him to play basketball
K furious about having a sentient basketball, their soulmate is a JOCK!?!?? there must be some mistake, no one can know about this, this is the worst thing to- oh, the sentient basketball is kind of helpful when they can't remember where they left that one hoodie. okay, turns out dribbling is actually a really good stim to calm down and it helps them think. maybe this jock isn't so bad.
and then everyone meets at gowpenny
#goats' au tag#the pilot program#mostly this is a silly au to me because can you imagine#is you want it to be extra funny only āawakenedā wizards get familiars#so the pilot program have no idea what's going on but this beast won't leave them alone#also this doesnt mean evan gets a regular shadow he just has no shadow and can only assume it doesnt exist
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I enjoy those jock/football themed stim boards, they make me feel like āWAITER!! MORE STIMBOARDS PLS!!ā
#nerdy prudes must die#max jagerman#roleplayer#starkid#npmd#hatchetverse#max jƤgerman#ooc post#stimboard#is this relatable
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I am having a space cadet week, and ofc im officially out of backlog, ples enjoy
Dva - Senior Year
Free Werewolf Lore
3 wolf moon shirt x 7
Did band & choir, but too anxious to actually perform
Asked Ichi to prom and he said yes???
Voted most likely to be gay (he was... never in the closet guys c'mon)
Ichi - Senior Year
Captain of all the sports (at least once)
Won science fair 3 years running
Somehow united the geeks, jocks, and goths against the true enemy... Teachers
Epitome of talent w/ shit attitude (bites)
17 oral stims in an overcompensating trenchcoat
#ichi jawville#goldie 'dva' brightson#filler#high school au#All those peircings are fake#except for one >:3c#headcanons#text below cut if hard to read
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I like writing steddie and sharing it on here. most of it is pretty short, but sweet. sometimes nsfw so pls pls minors dni.
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Safe with you : Ao3 | wc: 4.8k | rated: E | tags: Daddy kink, under-negotiated kink, hurt/comfort, crying, sub Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson is a sweetheart, masturbation
Can't live for tomorrow : Ao3 | wc: 6.2 | rated: M | cw: panic attacks | tags: 90's AU, No Upside down, Meet-ugly, Platonic Hellcheer, Background Buckingham, Rockstar Eddie Munson, Yoga Instructor Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson needs a hug
Hug : Ao3 | wc: 3.4k | rated: T | cw: meltdown, burn out | tags: autistic eddie munson, hurt/comfort, pre relationship, pining, hugging
Memories of somethin' even smoking weed does not replace : Ao3 | part 2 | cw: alcohol | rated: M | tags: pre s4 au, steve harrington centric, stobin soulmates, raised catholic steve harrington
Tiny green shorts : Ao3 | wc: 2.2k | rated: E | tags: smut, established relationship, mention of free use
š, šš : Ao3 | wc: 1.9k | rated: G | tags: getting together, fluff, idiots in love
Extra credit : Ao3 | wc: 1.6k | rated: M | tags: pre s4, fluff, pre relationship
Seasons change, but people don't : Ao3 | wc: 6.2k | rated: M | tags: time skips, slow burn, eddie munson is bad a feelings, first kiss
Series :
Steddie Spooktober 2024 : Ao3 | (complete)
Microfics (AKA my chubby steve saga) : Ao3 | (ongoing)
Autistic Steve Harrignton : Ao3 | Thoughts | Hurt/Comfort | Stimming | (ongoing)
Sub Eddie Week 2024 Masterlist : Ao3 | (complete)
Stop being a goblin and let me kiss you : rated: M | tags: switching POV, getting together, idiots in love, flirting | part 1 , part 2 , part 3 , part 4 , part 5 , part 6 , part 7 | (unfinished)
I also like writing steddie chubby or in bigger bodies. sometimes fat and/or getting fatter (steddie wg), so please read the tags. if youāre not into that, itās okay thereās things above for you. if you are into that, please, come in <3
Chubby Steve Harrington
Love in a safety-pin : Ao3 | wc: 3.9k | rated: M | tags: weight gain, outgrown clothes, mutual pining, getting together, domestic fluff
Wherever you go, thatās where I am : Ao3 | wc: 3.5k | rated: M | tags: 5+1, established relationship, body worship, feral pining goblin eddie munson, chubby steve harrington, fluff
Dennyās : Ao3 | rated G | tags: tooth rotting fluff, pining, chubby steve, line cook eddie, getting together | idea , follow up , fin | (complete)
Ex jock : Ao3 | wc: 2k | rated: E | tags: established relationship, fat steve, sub eddie, outgrown clothes
Office AU : initial idea - First date : Ao3 | wc: 3.6k | rated: E | tags: getting together, fluff, outgrown clothes, sweet gooey smut
Milk | co written with @scoops-aboy86 | rated: M | tags: idiot4idiot, weight gain, stobin soulmates but robin is tired
Chubby Eddie Munson
Jeans : Ao3 | wc: 1.5k | rated: M | tags: pre & established relationship, weight gain, outgrown clothes, some sub steve
Santa baby : wc: 390 | rated: T | tags: chubby eddie, established relationship, fluff, a silly thing for Christmas
Witness Protection WG AU | rated: M | tags: weight gain, cannon divergence, stuffing
Breakfast : Ao3 | wc: 3.6k | rated: E | tags: getting together, belly kink, stuffing, feedee eddie munson, feeder steve harrington, semi public sex (in eddies van)
#hotlunch#my fic#drabbles#ideas#ask#personal#autistic steve harrington#steddie wg#chubby eddie munson#chubby steve harrington#gator tillman#š¶ anon
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