#ace!Eddie Munson

[panicatthediaz]

My, my, looks who's alive! Another fic of mine has been consuming my thoughts. I just finished the first chapter for that one at a little over 6k words. Fun stuff. I want to post that one for Halloween (though with the Steddie big bang, who knows), but we'll see. I might hold off on that one and try an focus on this one once more? We'll see. For now, enjoy! Oh, if the @ tags don't work, or if you just don't want to be tagged like that, I'll also be using the "Pin a String fic" tag :)

[Part 1] – [Part 11] – [Part 13]

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Pin a String to My Chest – 12

The reunion

Wayne had been coming to work as usual during the week Eddie was missing, confident that he'd show up fine, returning from an improvised trip he and the older boys from the club decided to go on. Nevermind the fact that Eddie hadn't called; he'd never failed to let Wayne know where he was before.

He knew Eddie wouldn't have killed that girl, maybe someone just broke into their trailer—

A full week after finding her body in the trailer, he got a call from the hospital, saying that Eddie had been admitted during the night. He spent the rest of that day as well as the night there. The next morning, the press announced his kid's innocence — to some people's surprise, apparently, if the nonsensical noise he heard from the TV was anything to go by.

They went on about a man called Peter Ballard, obsessed with the Creel murders and determined to recreate them. He chose their targets, stalked them, and killed them a few days later. Chrissy Cunningham happened to be most vulnerable when she decided to reconnect with an old middle school acquaintance.

Wayne didn't pay much attention to the TV after that. He made the calls he had to in order to stay with Eddie in the hospital, but he'd still have to work some nights. Not many, but some.

He met the people who claimed to have helped Eddie, and despite the insane story they all told him, he found he believed them. Hopper coming back from the dead — or wherever he was taken to, he supposed — and confirming it all helped. A little.

The Henderson kid was there as often as he could, often doing his homework next to Eddie's bed and talking about it as if Eddie would reply to him at any moment, tired of all the science talk. Wayne worried about the kid, but he didn't know what to tell him, especially not when the first thing he did was hand over Eddie's necklace.

Dustin was there. With him, the Wheeler girl had said. Wayne couldn't imagine what that must have been like.

Eddie had been admitted ten days ago. This was the third night Wayne had to go to work since then. He'd been doing his best to ignore the guilty looks as much as the disbelieving ones, and so far, no one had tried talking about it all in his vicinity. Now, he knew people were talking elsewhere, but as long as he didn't hear it, it should be fine.

Wayne shouldn't be here. He knew that, his coworkers knew that, his boss knew that, but apparently he didn't have a choice.

The call came close to 4 am, about two hours before the end of his shift. One of the supervisors, a man he could never remember the name of given how rarely he saw him, called out for him, saying there was someone on the phone.

"It's from Hawkins General," he clarified softly once Wayne was close enough. "Didn't say much, but I assume it's about your nephew."

Wayne was quick to thank him and walk into the office. He picked up the phone with a deep breath.

"Hello? This is Wayne Munson."

"Mr. Munson," a woman answered, sounding too chirpy for the hour. "It's Linda." Right, Eddie's nurse every other night. She was one of the nicest ones he'd met so far, always a kind word and gentle touches where his nephew was concerned. "You might want to get here soon, Eddie just woke up."

She had promised to call him if anything happened, personally. Wayne's heart was racing, at first for the fact she was calling at all, but then for the fact that Eddie had woken up. She spoke some more, though he wasn't sure he absorbed much of it.

He hung up with a promise to be there as soon as possible. He spoke briefly to his supervisor before the man was waving him off.

"Just go, I got this."

He never drove so quickly in his life.

Linda was waiting for him at the front desk, her smile widening when she saw the state he arrived in.

"I told you he was tired, Mr. Munson," she said, turning to walk further into the hospital without preambles. "You could have taken your time driving."

Wayne shook his head even though she couldn't see it. "You said he asked for me? No way in hell I'm keepin' him waiting."

Linda didn't try making small talk after that, leading the way to Eddie's room. Not that Wayne needed directions after spending most of the last ten days here, but the sentiment was nice.

She opened the door gently, letting Wayne step in first. Eddie seemed to be asleep, but it was clear he had woken up at some point; the thin blanket covered only half of his uninjured leg, the other slightly elevated with a pillow. It looked like Eddie had tried to move around. His left arm was in a sling, probably to keep him from stretching the wound on his chest and shoulder.

"Let me know if you need anything," Linda said from the door.

Wayne nodded absently as she closed the door. He moved the chair closer to Eddie's bed, the scraping noise enough to make his nephew's face scrunch up.

"Hey, kid." He kept his voice soft, not wanting to disturb Eddie if he wasn't awake but letting him know he was there just in case.

"Wayne?"

God, the kid's voice was rough. He gently patted Eddie's forearm, avoiding the bandages, and kept his hand there.

Eddie's eyes fluttered open, face creasing in drowsiness and confusion. "You…?"

"I'm here, Eddie," he reassured. He was probably smiling a little too wide for what Eddie was used to, but he didn't really care. Wayne helped him drink some water from a cup left on his bedside before asking, "How are you feeling?"

Eddie moved to shrug a little, but grimaced in pain. "Achy," he said, with a scrunched up expression that told the discomfort was a little deeper than that. "What happened?"

Wayne shook his head. There wasn't much point in talking about it when Eddie looked on the verge of sleep once more. If Eddie had actually forgotten the circumstances of his injuries, he guessed having the rest of his little monster slaying group around would help more than Wayne talking about it could.

"We'll talk when I'm sure you won't forget it."

Eddie hummed, nodding slowly. "Stayin'?" He asked, slipping into an accent that didn't come out often. His eyes slipped close, head slightly turned to him. "Missed you."

"I missed you too, kid." He squeezed the arm he was still holding. "I'm not goin' anywhere, go back to sleep."

Wayne made himself as comfortable in the hospital chair as he could, not once letting go of his nephew. The kid seemed relaxed, though that might be the work of the painkillers; Wayne had been told the state Eddie arrived in, and he guessed the painkillers would be needed for a while.

Minutes passed in silence, as Wayne watched Eddie breathe. It had become routine, making sure his nephew was still there. It was because of that routine that Wayne saw his face contorting into a frown right before he groaned.

"Eddie?" He asked, leaning closer to him. "Are you okay? What's wrong?"

"Thinkin'," he mumbled, slurring with sleep. "Not goin' to the concert next week, huh?"

"That's, uh, that's tomorrow, actually." Eddie let out a questioning noise that sounded awfully confused. "It's…" He trailed off, glancing backwards at the clock on the wall. "It's almost 5 am on April 7th, kid."

Eddie was staring at him, confusion clear in his eyes despite the low light. He looked away after a moment, turning his gaze forward.

"Oh," he whispered. He took a deep breath — as deep as he could, all things considered. "Okay."

Wayne couldn't help but raise a brow at his non-reaction. Eddie had been excited for this concert for weeks, going on rants about the concert whenever he lay eyes on the tickets that Wayne was safekeeping. Metallica and Ozzy. Eddie had learned a song or another from one of them, Wayne couldn't tell which one. He'd spent so much time practicing it…

"Don't look at me like that," Eddie mumbled, frowning. "Can't do shit about it now." He pulled his arm free of Wayne's hold and slowly rubbed his eyes. "Should've just—"

"Not been attacked?"

Eddie froze. So he did remember. He slowly turned to look at Wayne, who wanted to grimace as the movement seemed to stretch the bandage on Eddie's neck. His eyes were wide, looking afraid in a way Wayne hadn't seen since Lauren brought him over at 7 years old.

"I—I didn't…" His breathing picked up, and his hand pressed against the bandage on his chest. "I didn't do it." He shook his head, grimacing. "I wouldn't—"

I wouldn't hurt them.

Eddie couldn't finish his sentence, but the desperation in his eyes made it clear what he wanted to say. Wayne knew he didn't do it, that he would never hurt anyone. He knew who the actual murderer was.

"Eddie, son," he grabbed his hand, one of the few areas free of bandages. "I know, okay?" Eddie's gaze was fleeting between his eyes, looking for a catch he wouldn't find. "I need you to breathe, Eddie, as deep as you can."

It took a couple of minutes and many repeated words before Eddie was breathing easily once more. He was frowning, clenching his hand around Wayne's fingers.

"There you are," Wayne said softly. "Your new gaggle of friends made sure I knew what was going on."

Eddie's expression didn't change, but he nodded. "You… You believe 'em?"

"Got no reason not to." He shrugged. "Hopper coming back from wherever he was sure helped."

Eddie opened his mouth to question it, most likely, but all that came out was a tired sigh. "Sure, whatever."

Chuckling, Wayne patted Eddie's head, making a bigger mess of the kid's hair. He was sure that Eddie would demand a wash soon.

"Get some rest, son, I'll be here."

Eddie hummed and, surprisingly obedient, closed his eyes. He moved a little to adjust himself on the bed and was out almost as soon as he got comfortable.

It wasn't long before Wayne fell asleep as well, more tired than he'd realized after a nearly full shift.

[stillinracooncity]

that feminine urge to read something that makes you cry, get angry, scream, laugh like a hormonal teenager, turn up the heat, feel like the most unique and beautiful human being on earth. *sighs*

[tangerinesteve]

thinking about ace/demi Eddie being terrified to be with Steve. Like he sees the way Steve looks at him. Knows how he feels about Steve. Can't believe Steve might feel the same. So he tries to keep things friendly, backs off on the flirting.

But one day Steve actually asks him out. Like on a fucking actual real date. And Eddie wants to say yes. His whole being shaking with want. But he can't speak. Just shakes his head. And Steve backtracks, is all,

"oh. Yeah. No. That's- that's okay. Sorry if i- did i read this wrong? I thought-" and he looks so confused, sad eyes on Eddie, his hands fidgeting together in front of him. And Eddie can't fucking take it. He's like,

"You didn't read it wrong. I just... i can't... give you what you want. I don't like sex. Or like... i dont want it? Or might want it later, but not right now? I don't know. It's confusing. And hard to explain. I just-" he cuts off, his breath shaking in his chest and Steve's just looking at him, his face open and he's just listening, nods a little, encouraging Eddie to keep going. Eddie sighs, drops his head into his hands and mumbles.

"I just want you to be happy Steve. And i know you like sex. I'm sure its great. For you. But i don't... i don't care about it. I don't need it or really want it? I just... i like you so much Steve. And I'd genuinely love nothing more than to go out with you. And- and be with you. But just... not like that. At least not... not for awhile. Maybe not...ever." and Eddie's crying softly now, wipes at his face and looks up at Steve and see him looking back with the softest fucking look. He looks so fucking fond, and now Eddie's confused. His brow furrowed. And Steve scoots closer, reaches for Eddie's face and just cradles it and says,

"I just wanna be with you too Eddie. I don't need sex. That's not- i mean it's nice, really nice, sometimes. But i think... maybe it'd be nice to be with someone and not have it be about that? Is that- is that okay?" Steve moves his thumbs ovwr Eddie's cheeks, wiping the tears away.

"Steve. I might never want it. That's- that's a lot to ask i can't-"

"You're not asking. I'm offering." Steve licks his lips, takes a deep breath.

"I don't wanna be with you for sex. I like you Eddie. You're ridiculous, and smart, and kind, and so fucking weird. And you make me smile. You make me happy." Steve shrugs,

"That's why i wanna be with you. Cuz i like you. And i think you like me. So I'd like- I'd like to try. If you want?" His hand is on Eddie's thigh now. Eddie's heart is pounding. And Steve's still looking at him with that soft look. Eddie nods.

"Okay. Yeah. I wanna try. I want to." Eddie lays his hand over Steve's, he's shaking. Steve smiles at him, soft and sweet.

"Is kissing okay Eds? Cuz i really wanna kiss you right now." His smile grows as he talks, he looks giddy now, smiling like he can't help it. Eddie bites his lip, teeth digging into the bottom one as he smiles around them. He nods again.

"Yeah. Yeah kissing's okay." Eddie's says, breathless. Steve nods, his smile fading as he leans closer, his eyes on Eddie's mouth. Eddie closes his eyes when Steve's nose brushes his cheek, lets Steve lead.

It's just a soft press of lips, and then another. And then one more as Steve tilts his head the other way and slots their lips back together. His fingers curling into the hair at the nape of Eddie neck, not pulling, just resting there, holding Eddie close, like he's something precious. Like he's worth waiting for. Like he's happy just to have him, however he can.

Eddie smiles into the kiss. Feels Steve smile too, their teeth clicking as Steve keeps kissing him through their smiles, and eventual laughter. Steve kisses over his cheeks, and his nose, and his eyes, kisses all over his face until Eddie's laughing into his shoulder and Steve just holds him, laughing too, his hands moving over Eddie's back softly, holding him close as they settle together on the couch.

"I just want you, Eddie. Just you." Steve whispers, kisses Eddie's shoulder before Eddie pulls back and looks at him, tears in his eyes again.

"I want you too." Eddie shrugs, sniffles, wipes his face with the back of his hand. Steve smiles, bright and sweet, and tackles Eddie back onto the couch, settling on top of him and kissing him again and again and again.

[standatsvthoughts]

*on a nature hike*

Nancy: it’s beautiful out here

Steve: and quiet

Nancy: too quiet

Steve: did we lose someone?

*Cut to Eddie and Robin trying to befriend a bear*

[robbie-verse]

steddie are clingy x clingy

[hatteymcstache]

It's the boyfriends!! ❤️

This is an old sketch I finally got around to color, love my crossover boys :3

Bonus:

[puppy-steve]

sugar sweet as dixie crystal

steddie | E | 4k | ao3 link

prequel to she put her love down soft and sweet

important tags: transmasc steve, ace steve, daddy kink, feminine terms for genitalia, dry humping, nipple play (full taglist on ao3)

permanent taglist: @yournowheregirl @steves-strapcollection @thefreakandthehair @stobinesque @vecnuthy @tboygareth @starrystevie @inairbinad @flowercrowngods @starryeyedjanai @matchingbatbites @corrodedbisexual @theheadlessphilosopher @patchworkgargoyle @sentient-trash @wormdebut @legitcookie @corrodedcoughin @steddieas-shegoes @wynnyfryd @sidekick-hero

i'm thinking about adding more people (mutuals only, for now) to the taglist, so lmk if you'd like to be added!

Steve makes himself comfortable in his lap and Eddie reclines against his pillows and headboard, his hands going to Steve's hips.

“Well hello there ,” Eddie hums appreciatively, rubbing circles into Steve's skin under his hoodie. “Fancy seeing you here.”

Steve rolls his eyes but doesn't stop the little smile playing on his lips. “You haven’t done any snooping around the presents, have you?” he asks with a raised eyebrow.

Eddie gasps in mock outrage. “Stevie,” he admonishes. Steve’s nose scrunches as he tries to fight back a grin. “How could you accuse me of something so heinous? In my own home, nonetheless?”

He gives Steve’s bare thigh a gentle swat. “No, my good sir, I have not, for I am a law abiding citizen and would never break the first rule of Christmas.” He winks. “At least not with you and Wayne in the house.”

Steve hums in thought as he plays with the ends of Eddie’s hair. He looks down at him, considering, and brushes his bangs back off his forehead.

“Guess I have no other choice than to believe you,” he decides. “Was gonna wait until tomorrow, but I guess you can have your present early, since you’ve been so good.”

Eddie perks up a bit and sits up straighter. “Present?”

Steve chuckles and gently pushes him back against the pillows. Instead of elaborating further, he takes Eddie’s hands on his hips and slowly guides them up under his hoodie.

[primarch-victus]

ACE WEEK! 🖤🩶🤍💜

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some of this may be canon but I think most are just headcanons that I have (be NICE) 🤭

[fernandesart]

It's my birthday today, so here are some of my favourite things I've drawn🎊

[fifthnailinstevesbat]

and if i say asexual steve harrington… what would you do then? what would happen? would your world crumble? could you handle it??

[panicatthediaz]

So, here we are, my good people. Proper Stranger Things fanfic. Asexual Eddie Munson content nobody asked for, eventual Steddie, Dustin is also going to be a prominent figure soon enough. [Part 2]

@madaboutmunson @lamburrito @benjaminrussell @bigfootsmom @xxfiction-is-my-realityxx @dijkstraspath @swiftiebuckleys [Let me know if you want to be tagged!]

Pin a String to My Chest – 1

Introspection

Some people thought Eddie was just... oblivious. Which, well, was true, sometimes, he couldn't deny that. But it was mostly a... lack of interest, he supposed, in the way the population of Hawkins went about their business.

Popularity, sports, relationships, religious belief...

Hell, Eddie was lucky if he could go a day without losing track of time in at least one of his classes at school. Music and his D&D campaigns were often pretty good distractions throughout his days. School was boring, sue him.

He'd always known there was something different in him, in certain ways. It wasn't anything that bothered him, so he never really talked about it. Not for a long time.

Not until his classmates started talking about girls and crushes, and he was left staring at them like they'd lost their minds. Was he the only one who thought there were more interesting things to do than sucking face?

The thing was, though, Eddie Munson wasn't against being with someone. But with a relationship, came certain expectations he knew he couldn't meet. Didn't want to meet. So it was easier to just... not be in one.

(He didn't necessarily have a preference as to who his potential partner could be, either, and when Wayne had given an accepting and very inclusive Talk, he'd decided that men also had a ridiculous amount of expectations, and that was also easier to just ignore.)

So, for the most part, he played dumb; he warded off advances after a show, directing them to a member of Corroded Coffin that was currently single—usually most of them—or telling them he was taken, or that he was just leaving, or any other excuse that seemed most believable at the time.

For the most part, it worked. He never gave the real number for the trailer to anyone that wasn't a friend, and he always ignored the ones he was given despite trying to send these people away.

It was nice and easy. He could show his friends the affection he had to give instead.

His flamboyant personality helped keep the people of Hawkins away, and he had other things to focus on as well.

It was fine. It was enough.

[momotonescreaming]

Aesxual Eddie Munson who just never considered sex as a option. Why would he? He's got Dungeons and Dragons, he's got his metal music, he's got his friends. He's happy without it. He goes to deal at parties and watches drunk teens try and hook up and finds he honestly doesn't care at all.

[rogueddie]

aromantic steve who is in denial for a long time bc he cares so deeply for his partners and has been taught that love like that has to be romantic. he's extremely comfortable with the romance / dating parts bc it makes the people he loves happy and doesn't realize that that doesn't mean he's happy.

enter eddie, who doesn't push him or anything, just asks if he'd be more comfortable if eddie called him his partnet instead of boyfriend (steve tells himself that he prefers that bc it makes them sound like a team), and other little things like that, making steve feel safe and comfortable in their relationship.

and when steve is finally ready to accept himself, to talk about it with eddie, he already knows that they'll be ok. that eddie will support him, the way he always has been. he even goes out of his way to find other aromantic people who can help steve in ways he can't.

[standatsvthoughts]

Eddie: nice hands Harrington

Steve: uh…… thank you?

Eddie: I bet they’d look better wrapped around my-

Robin: BIBLE! WRAPPED AROUND THE BIBLE! PRAISE THE LORD, AMEN

[arstyrannus]

The only card(s) you need

[hatteymcstache]

UGH KEEP FORGETTING TO POST but anyway, here's movie night with the boys 👌

What horror movie do yall think they're watching?

Bonus sketch: