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joyce throwing a dinner party and eddie having texture problems with some of the food!!

Joyce watches happily as everyone eats the food she had spent all day preparing. The younger ones were deep in a conversation about the arcade’s new game, while the older ones were focused more on the food than conversation…

Well, all except one.

Joyce frowns. Eddie is staring at his plate, eyebrows knit together in worry. Joyce had fixed everybody’s plate the same- pork chops, mashed potatoes, green beans, and dinner rolls. She’d asked beforehand about dietary restrictions, hadn’t she?

“Eddie, honey, could you help me with something in the kitchen?”

Eddie looks worriedly at her, then at Steve, then back at her. “Oh- um, sure.”

Eddie follows Joyce into the kitchen. She looks at him, her face worried. “Is everything okay? Why aren’t you eating?”

His face goes bright red. God, why couldn’t he have just choked down a dinner roll? “I-I’m sure the food’s great, I just can’t eat any of it.” Joyce goes to speak, but Eddie beats her there. “Will told you I have autism, didn’t he?”

“What? No, he never even mentioned it.”

“Oh… I have problems with most foods. The textures of them, the tastes, the smells. I can’t eat much of anything.” Eddie sighs sadly, “I’m sorry, Joyce. I know you worked so hard.”

“Honey,” Joyce says, “It’s okay. Hopper will eat your plate- we need to fatten him back up anyway. What do you eat, hun? Is there anything here that would work?”

Sheepishly, Eddie shakes his head. “No… don’t- don’t cook something extra for me.”

“I’m not sitting back down until you tell me what you want to eat.”

A few moments later, Eddie and Joyce come back into the dining room- Eddie with a plate in hand. He returns to his seat next to Steve before he passes his old plate over to Hopper. Steve smiles a little, noticing Eddie’s new dinner. “Peanut butter sandwich?”

“With the crusts cut off,” Eddie says.

From then on, there is always a crust-free peanut butter sandwich waiting for Eddie at his spot at the dinner table.

#eddie munson #stranger things #autistic eddie munson #steddie #angst #eddie munson autism #steve harrington #fluff #joyce byers #sensoryissues!eddie #steveandeddie #adamwrites

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Scores

Juxtaposition allows a position. Luxurious for the qualified Scraps to the radiance.

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Eddie happy stimming in public and Dustin being simply the coolest about it and thinking how he expresses his emotions are awesome

Post-Vecna, Steve and Eddie found themselves unable to see Dustin as much as they’d like.

So, they planned random things to do together. Sometimes they go grocery shopping, sometimes they get ice cream… sometimes they even go to the bookstore.

Eddie loves the bookstore.

“Keep flapping like that, you’re gonna fly away,” Steve laughs, following Dustin and Eddie to the DnD section of the store. Little figures are lined up one by one, ready to be bought. Beautiful dice sets are packaged right next to the maps. To Eddie, it’s mesmerizing.

“Dustin, Dustin, look!” Eddie exclaims, his fists now hitting his chest with vigor. The most beautiful set of dice he’s ever seen lay in front of him. Crimson red and black colors combined to make a color scheme just perfect for Eddie’s collection.

Dustin grabs Eddie’s arm and pulls it off his chest. “I’m looking, I’m looking, dude, but why the hell are you hitting yourself?”

And that’s why Eddie prefers Dustin to the others. No dancing around the question he actually wants to ask, no ill intentions behind his curiosity.

Eddie thinks for a moment. “You know I have autism, right?” Dustin nods. “Sometimes I get way too excited and I can’t hold in my feelings, so I start swinging or hitting or yelling.”

“And,” Steve interjects, “Sometimes that means hitting yourself way too hard.”

“So,” Dustin flaps his hand as Eddie had done earlier. “Like… Like that?”

“Yeah.”

Dustin smiles, and flaps both hands. “Hey, I guess this does feel pretty good.” Still stimming, he says, “You know, I think you do good at expressing emotions, Eddie. Different isn’t bad.”

Eddie and Steve smile. Eddie looks at the boy in front of him proudly. “Yeah… different isn’t bad.”

#stimming #eddie munson #autistic eddie munson #stranger things #steddie #angst #eddie munson autism #steve harrington #hurt/comfort #dustin stranger things #dustin henderson #steveandeddie #adamwrites

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could you do a fic about eddie dealing with teachers refusing to accommodate him?

“Edward Munson, I said put them away.”

“But I-”

“Put them away!”

Eddie sighs sadly as he takes off his headphones. The class is really loud today, and he couldn’t concentrate. Too bad Mrs. O’Donnell didn’t really care about his ability to pay attention.

Eddie’s eyes look anxiously around the room as he hears what has to be thousands of sounds. The chalk on the chalkboard, the buzzing of the fluorescent lights, the whispers about his pleading with the teacher… it all comes crashing down on his senses.

So, he doodles. He takes out a piece of paper and begins doodling instead of jotting down notes. It didn’t matter- he’s taken this class twice already. He’s halfway into his drawing of ‘Eddie the Brave’ before the paper is snatched off of his desk.

Mrs. O’Donnell balls up the paper before tossing it into the trash. “What did I tell you about paying attention in my class?” she asks rudely, eyes wide with rage.

Eddie breaks eye contact, choosing to look at his feet instead. “My Uncle told Principal Higgins that drawing helps me concentrate. Higgins was supposed to tell you.”

“I can’t possibly see how doodling away useless nonsense about fairytales helps you concentrate! Whatever you’re doing isn’t working, and I’m positive I’ll be seeing you in my class again next year!”

Eddie’s hands clench, and his eyebrows knit together. “Well maybe if I could sit in this fucking class for longer than five goddamn minutes before you start targeting me, I could actually fucking pay attention.”

“Edward Munson, Principal’s Higgins’ office now!”

Eddie grabs his book bag and slings it over his shoulder. “Thank God! Maybe they’ll fucking suspend me and I won’t have to see your wrinkly, fucked up face for a week or two.”

Eddie pushes open the door to the Higgins’ office, and slings his back into the floor. “You know the number by now, Higgins. Please, humor my uncle and tell him that he needs to come all the way down here because I cussed out a teacher.”

Half an hour later, Eddie finds himself sitting next to his uncle in the principal’s office.

“Suspended for four days… won’t tolerate this type of behavior… unacceptable attitude…” is all Eddie really retains. Uncle Wayne sits in silence until the principal is done with his spiel. Then, he says, “None of you at this school know nothing about autism, do ya?”

“Sir, autistic or not-”

“My boy needs those headphones and those drawings to even think about learning, and you’re rippin’ ‘em out of his hands and expecting him to learn? You’ve lost your goddamn minds! I had to take off work to listen to a grown ass adult bully my nephew! This is ridiculous!”

Wayne grabs Eddie, and leaves, ignoring whatever Principal Higgins is saying in response. Eddie grabs his headphones, and pulls them over his ears. “So…” he says quietly, buckling his seatbelt, “Ice cream?”

“Son,” Wayne sighs sadly, “I’m sorry. I’d pull you out of this school in a heartbeat if I could.”

Eddie shrugs. “I’m survived this long. It’s okay, old man, really.”

“Well, you’re not in trouble in my book. I think you deserve some damn ice cream. What do you say?”

Eddie smiles, looking at his uncle in admiration. “Chocolate?

“If you insist, boy, if you insist.”

#eddie munson #stranger things #autistic eddie munson #eddie munson autism #wayne munson #fluff #angst #adamwrites

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steve makes eddie flashcards for when he's non verbal

It started at the grocery store.

Per usual, Eddie is upset, overstimulated, and nonverbal.

Steve’s usually good at understanding what Eddie needs when he’s nonverbal, but he couldn’t be more confused today. He kept throwing comfort foods in the cart while hitting his chest. One minute, he’s teary eyed, the next, he’s back to hitting.

Steve stops Eddie from throwing another pack of Oreos into the cart. “Eddie, baby, go out to the car. I can finish in here.” Eddie lets out a grumbly whine, but he doesn’t fight Steve on this. Steve presses a kiss to his cheek. “Try to recharge a little. I’ll be out in a minute.”

At home, Eddie had explained that he had been overstimulated from the lights and the beeping at the register, and all he really had needed was a tight hug to calm him down.

So, that’s why Steve is in the break room at the video store writing feverishly on flashcards. Robin walks into the break room, it’s a slow day, after all. “Aren’t you done with school, Harrington?”

“They’re not for me,” Steve responds, not looking up, “They’re for Eds.”

“Oh.” Robin looks through the cards. “You know, I can help, if you want. I know what it’s like to go nonverbal.”

“What kind of cards should I write?” Steve pushes the growing pile towards her. “I have emotions, stim toys, response cards…”

“You need some for food and drink. Nancy can never tell what I want to eat when I go nonverbal. I’d keep it limited to comfort foods.”

So, that’s what Steve does.

“Eddie, I have a surprise.”

Eddie looks up from his desk. “Oh, yeah?”

A six inch tall stack of notecards in placed beside him. “What am I looking at? I know my chemistry grades are slipping, but my God, I don’t think I need to do this much studying-”

“They’re communication cards.”

Eddie pauses.

“Oh.”

He flips through them carefully.

“They’re organized by food, needs, wants, stim toys, emotions, responses…”

Eddie smiles. He flips through all the way to the response section of the notecards. He thumbs through them, until pulling out a card that reads two simple words-

Thank you.

#eddie munson #stranger things #autistic eddie munson #steddie #eddie munson autism #steve harrington #fluff #steveandeddie #sensoryissues!eddie #adamwrites

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wait omg robin and eddie stim together like they just slap each other’s hands to stim

Thwack.

Thwack.

Thwack.

Steve winces. “Doesn’t that hurt you two?”

Robin smacks the palms of her hands into Eddie’s. “Nope.”

“Feels good,” Eddie says, continuing their stimming.

Robin and Eddie smack each other’s hands together, laughing as they do so. Then, Eddie runs over to Robin’s stim toy collection. Robin’s room is awesome- she has so many fidgets. “Can I use your Play-Doh?”

“Sure, but don’t you dare mix my colors together. One at a time.”

Eddie grabs the yellow clay, and begins making snakes with his hands. The texture, the smell, the sights? Chef’s kiss. “Robin, make snakes with me. Get the green Play-Doh.”

Steve tosses Robin the green canister. “Can I make snakes too?”

Eddie shakes his head. “Silence, neurotypical.”

#this was short but the ending is sending me #eddie munson #autistic eddie munson #steddie #steveandeddie #stranger things #eddie munson autism #steve harrington #fluff #robin buckley #autistic robin buckley #adamwrites

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Could you make a drabble of transmasc!eddie getting his period and having a meltdown and someone(idc who but preferably steve, dustin, or wayne) comforting him & taking care of him(bringing him pads/tampons, painkillers, chocolate. Watching movies & cuddling with him, etc)

uhh tw dysphoria, period

Eddie’s pretty sure hell is similar to his menstrual cycle. He groans, hands on his belly, and shifts around uncomfortably on the couch.

He’s alone, and it sucks. Wayne and Steve are at work. Eddie hadn’t mentioned that he’d started his period- it always makes him feel… lesser? Yes, it makes him feel lesser when he mentions it to cis men- even if those men love him very, very much.

A jolt of pain comes from his stomach, causing him to whine and twist in pain. “Shit,” he whimpers. All he wants is for the bleeding and the emotions and the pain to stop. Tears streaming down his cheeks, Eddie picks up the phone. He presses 2 on speed dial.

“Stevie?”

Steve’s heart drops when he hears Eddie on the other line. It’s not busy- Robin’s got this.

Wait, Robin. Robin can help.

Steve hangs up the phone before running back over to his friend. “Robin,” he says, “I need help.”

“I’m not scratching your back again,” Robin retorts, “Find a nice tree or a fencepost.”

“No, it’s about Eddie.”

“What’d he get himself into this time?”

Steve sighs, “It’s about his period… I don’t know what to get him.”

“Does he use tampons or pads?”

“What’s the difference?”

Robin blinks in confusion. “Oh my- Jesus Christ, Harrington. Get him a box of tampons, a box of pads, Midol, a heating pad, and… does he like chocolate?”

“Loves it.”

“Okay, get him two Hershey’s bars- king size, if you love him.”

By the time Steve is back at the trailer, he’s carrying four plastic bags full of various products. He lets himself in with the spare key. Sure enough, Eddie is curled up in a ball on the couch, crying softly to himself.

“Eddie…” Steve sighs. Eddie looks over at him weakly before staring at the multiple bags in confusion. “Okay, well, I got you five different brands of pads, three types of tampons- did you know they have super tampons? I got you a heating pad for your stomach. Also, I bought something called Midol. Oh! Chocolate! I got lots of chocolate.”

Eddie just stares at him and smiles. “Is that half of Rite Aid’s hygiene isle?”

“I wanted you to have options.”

“For the next three months?”

Steve rolls his eyes before plugging in the heating pad, uncurling Eddie, and placing it on his tummy. Eddie sighs in relief, “Thank you- for all of this.”

“I know you hate pills, but you need to take this,” Steve hands him two Midol and a glass of water. To his surprise, Eddie downs the pills and water immediately. “You must be hurting pretty bad.”

“My stupid uterus has decided to try and end my stupid life because I didn’t give it a stupid baby,” Eddie grumbles, shifting again. Steve grabs two Hershey’s bars- king size- and hands them to his boyfriend before pulling him in close. “Robin says these always help.”

Eddie hums in agreement. “Well, yeah,” he rests his head on Steve’s chest. “But not as much as you do.”

Steve presses a kiss to Eddie’s head, then wraps them both up in a blanket. “Ghostbusters?”

“Shh,” Eddie whispers, “No, no movie. Can we just… stay like this for a while?”

“If that’s what you want, that’s what we’ll do.”

“I love you, Stevie.”

“I love you too.”

#eddie munson #stranger things #autistic eddie munson #eddie munson autism #steddie #angst #steve harrington #fluff #trans!eddie #period tw #dysphoria tw #adamwrites

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you said you hc he chews on steve and robin and tried to chew on nancy, maybe smthn abt that?

Eddie really, really hates the upside down.

Steve and Robin are working for the day, so Nancy had decided to carry Eddie and herself to visit them. Usually, Eddie doesn’t have a problem with Nancy, but right now, she won’t stop talking about the upside down. Nancy isn’t picking up on Eddie’s distress- she’s more focused on driving.

Nancy, oblivious to Eddie, continues, “The whole thing… I still get nightmares about it. I mean, we all could’ve died. Me, you, Robin, Steve…”

Gnawing on his fingers now, Eddie tries to block her out. He wants to tell her to stop talking, but isn’t that rude? He’s not sure. The more she talks, the more aggressively he’s biting.

Steve had told him to carry his chewie around with him, but Eddie didn’t today. Nancy had seen Eddie’s chewie once, and immediately launched into a tangent about how unsanitary it was.

Nancy doesn’t realize until they’re in the parking lot of the video store. Eddie’s fingers are dripping blood all over his jeans. “Woah, Eddie, what the hell?”

“I-I don’t-I don’t know-”

“How can I help?”

“I- um- Steve lets me chew on his hands when I get like this.”

Nancy’s face scrunches up in disgust. “Ew,” she says, “Let’s go get Steve then, because I’m not doing that. That’s so gross. It’s flu season, Eddie.”

Eddie wants to tell her that he’s well aware how gross and unsanitary it is, that she should just shut up because she could never understand what it’s like.

Instead, he leaves the car and runs to find Steve.

Steve is busy rewinding a tape when he hears the door loudly swing open. He looks up, expecting another obnoxious pre teen trying to sneak an X rated movie, but it’s only Eddie. “Hey, baby, give me one second-“ His eyes widen. “Is that blood?” He abandons the tape, then runs over to tidy Eddie’s hands. “What did I tell you about this? I said to keep your chew necklace on you.”

Then, Nancy walks in, and Steve puts two and two together. “Oh… Let’s go to the back, Eds. I’ll get you cleaned up.”

Steve grabs the first aid kit that the shop keeps for the employees, and rummages through it. Bandaids, gauze, disinfectant… that should work. Quickly, he washes his hands before starting. He examines Eddie’s hands- it’s mostly his fingers that he had torn up.

“Am I gross?” Eddie asks quietly.

“What?”

“Am I gross?”

Steve sighs as he begins wrapping Eddie’s fingers. “Did Nancy say something? I’m sorry, you know she’s still getting used to all of this.” The look on Eddie’s face tells him what he needs to know. “You’re not gross, Eddie. Your brain is different, and sometimes you cope differently because of it. No big deal.”

Eddie doesn’t really believe him, but he nods anyway. “She was talking about the Upside Down, and I got upset.”

“You’re safe now, Eddie,” Steve says, offering his hand to Eddie. “Do you need to chew?”

“I need to chew.”

Steve is proud of Eddie for recognizing the need, so he smiles a little. “Okay.” He puts his hand to Eddie’s lips. “Gentle.”

Eddie softly chews on Steve’s fingers. It calms him- makes the bad thoughts melt away. No more Upside Down, no more fear- he’s safe.

He’s safe.

#eddie munson #stranger things #autistic eddie munson #steddie #eddie munson autism #angst #steve harrington #fluff #agere!eddie #sensoryissues!eddie #steveandeddie #adamwrites

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little!eddie munson x cg!steve hurt/comfort?

let me start off this fic by saying

1) this is non sexual age regression

2) it is a therapy approved coping mechanism

3) if you don’t like it, leave.

Sometimes Eddie is… different.

Sure, Eddie has his quirks every day, but some nights, there were different things Steve picked up on.

When Eddie felt any big emotions, he’d begin to suck on his fingers. It usually ended with him falling asleep in Steve’s lap. Even if he did manage to stay awake, he doesn’t talk much. His speech would become mostly babbling or one sentence replies.

But… the thing that stuck out the most is his teddy bear.

If they were alone and Eddie felt overwhelmed, upset, or anything too strong for him to handle, he’d carry around his teddy bear.

Teddy’s an old, raggedy stuffed animal. His fur is missing in patches, his eyes are scratched too. Eddie slept with him most nights, but he only carried it around with him around the house if something was particularly bothering him.

And tonight, something wasn’t right.

Steve’s off work late tonight. Eddie’s at home- most likely planning a campaign or listening to music. Steve hopes he’d be asleep by now, but it was wishful thinking at this point. Eddie isn’t sleeping well, especially when he’s alone.

Sighing, Steve opens the door to the trailer. He almost jumps out of his skin at what he finds.

Eddie’s standing in the middle of the living room, Teddy clutched to his chest. Tears fall from those big brown eyes that are staring at the ceiling in terror. He’s trembling.

“Eddie?” Steve asks softly. “Baby, what’s the matter?” He’s not even sure why he asks- he knows what the problem is. Eddie would get fixated on the ceiling where the portal to the upside down had been.

Eddie shakes his head rapidly. He can’t talk about it, he can’t. He can’t even think about it. He opens his mouth, trying to say something- anything. He wants Steve to hold him, he wants to stop hearing the sound of Chrissy’s bones cracking, he wants to go to sleep.

Instead, he cries.

Bursting into tears, Eddie crumples into a ball on the floor. Hands covering his ears, he almost doesn’t hear Steve calling his name.

Thankfully, Steve is pretty strong. He lifts Eddie up and over his shoulder. He gently pats his back as he walks to their room. He hates that Eddie still has to live at the site of his trauma, but they can’t afford anything else.

“Alright,” Steve says softly, setting Eddie down on the bed. “I’m going to change into some pajamas, but I’m not leaving, okay?”

“No!” Eddie cries, grabbing onto Steve’s work uniform. “Stay! Stay!”

“Eddie, I’m just going across the room.” Steve walks off to Eddie’s dresser. Unsurprisingly, Eddie follows him. “Eds, I want you to lay down. You’re worked up enough as it is.”

“No.”

Steve sighs sympathetically. He pulls on his pajamas, then guides Eddie back to his bed. He tucks them both in, careful not to let Eddie’s bear fall into the floor. He leaves a lamp on. Eddie doesn’t like the dark- not anymore.

“Bad night?”

Eddie shakes his head rapidly. “No talking about it, please.”

“Okay.”

Steve needs to find a way to make this better. He untucks Eddie, and places him into his lap instead. Maybe, just maybe, Eddie needs something more tender.

Slowly, Steve begins to rock them back and forth. He hums a soft lullaby, stroking Eddie’s cheek with his thumb as he does so. Eddie’s thumb finds it’s way up to his mouth. Suckling on his fingers now, he seems more peaceful.

Teddy in lap, Eddie is happy. He drifts off to sleep in Steve’s arms, but that didn’t mean Steve was going to stop.

He rocks him for hours. He could do this forever. Watching Eddie sleep so peacefully is his own way of winding down. He doesn’t stop humming the lullaby until his throat gets sore. Gently, he takes Eddie’s fingers from out of his mouth. He pulls the blankets over the both of them- and Teddy.

Bad nights don’t always have to stay bad, Steve decides.

#little eddie munson #caregiver steve harrington #eddie munson #autistic eddie munson #stranger things #steddie #angst #eddie munson autism #agere!eddie #steveandeddie #sensoryissues!eddie #adamwrites

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could you do one where the fruity four are just hanging out, laughing and stuff and suddenly eddie gets overwhelmed and has to leave, steve comforts him. im totally not projecting btw 100% not haha 

“No, I get to be the dog!”

“No, I do!”

Steve and Nancy sigh as Robin and Eddie argue over Monopoly pieces. After a good game of CLUE, followed by a very tense game of Twister, Robin had demanded a Monopoly session.

Robin sighs angrily, and tosses a different piece to Eddie. “Can’t you just be the car?”

“Why don’t you be the car?” Eddie snaps.

Nancy grabs the dog piece from Robin’s hand, and tosses it over her shoulder. “No one gets to be the dog! Let’s just play!”

Robin and Eddie huff, but eventually agree on different pieces.

Steve gets everything set up- it doesn’t take him long. They’re about an hour in, and the game is going well. Eddie seems content, and Steve is thankful for that.

Steve wishes he’d learned by now just how fast Eddie’s mood can change.

“Guys,” Eddie says quietly, “I don’t think I can play anymore. I think I’m ready to go home.”

“What?” Robin asks, “Why?”

“I’m tired.”

Tired probably isn’t the best word. Drained, overstimulated, exhausted… those were better words. Still, nobody questions it too much. They pack up the game, and leave the Wheeler home after saying their goodbyes.

The car ride is mostly quiet, except for the radio, until Eddie speaks. “Sorry we had to leave early.”

Steve shrugs. “It’s fine. Robin gets cocky when she’s in the lead, anyway.”

“I just don’t know why this happens sometimes.”

“Do you want to talk about it?”

Eddie nods sadly. “I think so.”

“I’m listening.”

“Well,” Eddie begins, “You know how I get. One minute, I’m fine, and the next… well, you know.” He fiddles with his hands for a moment. “Suddenly, I feel so drained that I feel like I can’t talk anymore and that I can’t continue being around so many people- even if it’s just the four of us.”

Pulling up in Eddie’s driveway, Steve continues to listen. Eddie doesn’t stop ranting for a while- only long enough to shower and change into his pajamas. “And now,” Eddie continues, “I feel like a jerk.”

“What? Why?” Steve asks, curling up on the couch next to Eddie.

“Because I’ve been talking this entire time and probably driving you up a wall.”

“No, I like listening to you talk.”

Eddie doesn’t fully believe him, but he takes it anyway. He sighs, and rests his head in Steve’s lap. Steve nudges him. “So… wanna watch a mo-”

“Shhh,” Eddie whispers, reaching up to press a finger to Steve’s lips. “M’ recharging.”

#eddie munson #stranger things #autistic eddie munson #steddie #angst #eddie munson autism #steve harrington #hurt/comfort #fluff #steveandeddie #adamwrites

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very, very small

a mini fic in which a very regressed eddie is very clingy during a bad thunderstorm and steve and wayne have to work together to comfort him

Steve knows something is off with Eddie. In the past few months since closing all the gates and killing Vecna, Eddie has been almost permanently regressed.

Everything set him off.

It seemed as though every time Eddie was coming out of a regression, something would happen and cause him to slip again. Of course, nobody really minded taking care of Eddie- especially not Steve or Wayne.

Eddie’s favorite nights are the nights like these- when Wayne and Steve are both off work and he gets to spend time with both of them. Though, he hadn’t realized they’d purposefully taken off work due to the major storm heading to Hawkins.

Wayne sighs as he listens to the TV, exchanging worried looks with Steve. The news reporter is going on and on about high winds and severe storms with a tornado watch to top it off. Eddie, oblivious to the TV, is more worried about his coloring book. It’s not unusual for Eddie to be busy coloring on the living room floor while Steve and Wayne watch TV, and that meant Eddie had grown accustomed to ignoring boring grown up shows.

Then, he sees it.

Lightning strikes right outside of the living room window.

Eddie jumps. He can see the red lightning from the Upside Down right next to his vine covered trailer. Before he knows it, he’s abandoned his coloring and looking worriedly at his caretakers. “Unc’a Wayne! ‘Teve!”

Before either of them can respond, the winds begin to pick up and the rain starts pounding against the roof.

Steve is quick to pick up the boy and shush him, but he knows it’s futile. “You’re alright, little guy. It’s just a bad storm.” He looks over to Wayne, who is busy grabbing Eddie’s things off the floor. “Should we go to his room?”

Thunder crashes, causing all three of them to jump.

Eddie cries out whilst aggressively wriggling against Steve. “Unc’a Wayne! I wan’ Unc’a Wayne!” His ear piercing cries only get louder as Steve carries him to his bedroom, despite the fact Wayne is close behind.

“Shh, shh” Steve coos, gently setting him on his bed. “We’re all gonna have a sleepover tonight, okay?”

Wayne walks into the room a few moments later, all of Eddie’s living room toys and books in his hands. Eddie lets out a loud babble at the sight of his uncle.

They tuck themselves in under the covers, which allows Eddie to curl up against Wayne’s chest. Steve feels a slight pang of jealously, but he knows Eddie didn’t mean anything by it. Wayne had been his first caretaker.

Eddie suckles anxiously on his thumb, crying loudly whenever something outside scared him. “No! Don’t wanna scare the bats! I don’ wanna!”

Knowing the story from Steve, Wayne feels his heart break. His little boy- a decoy for demonic bats? “Son, that’s over. No bat or storm or monster is going to hurt you.”

“Too loud! Too loud!” Eddie smashes his hands over his ears at the sound of the rain picking up. “No!”

Steve thumbs tears away from the boy’s cheek while Wayne rocks him back and forth. The soothing motion does bring Eddie a bit of comfort, but not as much as his thumb does. On a normal day, Steve would have redirected Eddie away from thumb sucking, but now? He’s desperate for anything that will stop those tears from falling.

“Unc’a Wayne! Loud! Is’ Loud!”

Wayne nods, bouncing Eddie gently. “Steve, can you get his walkman? It’s on his desk. There should be a Bla-”

“-ck Sabbath tape,” Steve finishes for him. He jumps off the bed and gathers Eddie’s headphones, walkman, and tapes. Eddie’s favorite Black Sabbath tape was already ready to go. “Okay, baby,” Steve says softly, placing the headphones over Eddie’s ears. “I’m gonna play some music for you. Let me know if it’s too loud.”

Wayne feels Eddie relax almost immediately at the sound of the music. At first, he thinks it’s due to Eddie loving his music- which he does- but then he is reminded that that’s not the case. Eddie tugs on his shirt, and points at his headphones. “Unc’a Wayne, now the monster can’t get me.”

Wayne sighs sadly. “That’s good, son. The monster can’t get you.”

That night, Eddie sleeps soundly against Wayne’s chest with Steve’s hand in his own. No one else can really sleep due to the metal music playing from Eddie’s headphones, but it’s not as if they’d be able to in the first place. They watch over Eddie for hours until the storm finally stops, until their eyes finally close.

“We love you, Eds.”

“More than anything.”

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[corrodedcoffinkid]

could you write eddie biting his lips up really bad cause someone made him feel bad for chewing on something? (totally not projecting... hahaha), but then fluff after please? thx for all ur content!

Don’t bite, don’t bite, don’t bite.

Eddie nibbles on his bottom lip. The urge to chew on his shirt is strong, but he has to fight it. He can’t bite at school. Everyone will make fun of him again. It’s only third period, and he’s already exhausted.

A little chewing couldn’t hurt.

Quietly, Eddie begins to chew on his shirt collar. His stresses melt away- just a little. His whole body relaxes slightly.

Then, it all tenses up again.

“Looks like the freak couldn’t afford breakfast and needs to eat his shirt,” sneers a jock from the back. The class laughs, causing Eddie to drop his shirt collar from his mouth. He’s bright red now.

“Mr. Munson,” the teacher says, clearly irritated. “Please don’t interrupt my class with this nonsense again.”

“But I didn’t even say any-”

“You best pay attention. It’s obvious you don’t most days.”

Eddie’s eyes fill with tears. He slumps further into his desk. He is paying attention. He is trying. He can’t concentrate if he can’t fidget, and he can’t fidget without getting picked on.

So, he’s back to his lips.

By the time he’s driving to Steve’s house, his lips are bleeding and raw. Still, he doesn’t stop. “Freak,” he whispers to himself. The taste of blood is fresh on his tongue. Has he ever bled this much before?

He parks in Steve’s driveway, then looks at himself in the rearview mirror. “Holy shit,” he whispers. He’d torn his lips so bad that the blood was dripping down his chin, and onto his shirt and jacket. Steve’s going to freak.

He cleans himself up as best as he can before heading inside. Not surprisingly, Steve is lounged out on the couch, watching some shitty comedy he had “borrowed” from work. Eddie laughs softly at the thought. He really had been rubbing off on his boyfriend.

“I’m here,” Eddie says quietly. He almost doesn’t want Steve to turn around and see him. He’s just going to upset him.

“Hey,, how was sch- Eddie!” Steve jumps off the couch and runs over to wipe the blood off of Eddie’s bottom lip. “What happened?”

Eddie tries to tell him that he was overwhelmed- that it had been a terrible day, that he’s been ridiculed and laughed at, but all that comes out is a weak cry.

But, it’s okay.

Steve understands.

“Bad day, huh?” Steve asks softly, wiping Eddie’s tears. “What do you want, Eds? We can go home if you want, or we can stay here.”

Eddie nods tearily. “I want to go home,” he murmurs. His eyes meet Steve’s. “Can I take a bath here first? Please?”

Steve nods, and leads Eddie to the master bathroom. Steve’s parents aren’t poor by any means, and that was a major difference from Eddie’s everyday life. Their master bathroom has a giant bathtub in it, and Eddie loved taking bubblebaths in it. At the trailer, all he had was a little tub with a drain that didn’t work properly.

Eddie strips his clothes- including the bloody shirt, and sinks into the hot water. His lips are still bleeding and cracking, causing him to wince whenever he tries to speak.

Steve kneels next to the bathtub with a damp rag. “Can I clean your lips and chin up?” Eddie gives him the go ahead, and Steve gently begins wiping away the blood. Eddie’s bottom lip was the worst- it’s clear it would need a few days to scab. He looks at Eddie, who almost looks… ashamed? “Eddie?”

“Hm?”

“What’s on your mind?”

Eddie shrugs, halfheartedly popping a few bubbles from his bubblebath. “I’m just exhausted, Stevie,” he whispers. “I’m not on track to graduate, and nobody at that damn school is even attempting to help me.” He pauses and takes a shaky breath. “I was stressed, so I chewed on my shirt. I was okay, I was listening, and I felt like I could maybe understand what the teacher was talking about…” He sighs. “Then some asshole pointed me out to everyone and the teacher got mad at me for causing a distraction.”

Steve pushes down his own negative feelings about the situation, instead choosing to continue wiping Eddie’s chin. “I’m sorry, baby,” he says, “I wish I could help.”

“No,” Eddie shakes his head, “You’re helping. This? This is helping.”

Steve offers a sympathetic smile. “Okay.” He sets the rag down. “It’s stopped bleeding for now, and I got all the blood off.”

“Thank you.”

Steve helps Eddie shampoo his hair. Eddie looks so… different with his hair wet. Eddie’s hair is the majority of his tough guy, oddball persona. With it being wet and less messy? He looked vulnerable. It sparks something in Steve- something maternal- like he wants to hold Eddie and never let go. “Can I get in with you?”

“Please,” Eddie says, smiling.

So, Steve joins Eddie in his bubblebath. He carefully pulls Eddie onto his lap. “Still warm enough for you in here?”

“Mmhm,” Eddie hums. He rests his head on Steve’s chest. He feels his eyes begin to get heavy. Had he slept last night? Come to think of it, he hasn’t really slept well in a few days.

“Somebody sleepy?” Steve teases. “Go to sleep, baby. We’ll go home once you’re done with your bath.”

Eddie tries to nod, tries to hum in agreement, but he’s far too deep in sleep before he manages to do either. The days events forgotten, Eddie sleeps.

He finally sleeps.

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[corrodedcoffinkid]

Couls you write one where Eddie accidentally regresses at school because hes overstimulated and gets bullied for it and steve & dustin have to defend & comfort him?

Eddie wants to cry.

This is not the lunch he wanted.

While big this morning, he had packed a preheated hot pocket and some stale, off-brand chips. He was already late, he didn’t have time to worry about lunch.

Eddie knows he’s small right now, but he’s not happy to be small at school… and he’s definitely not happy that his lunch isn’t a peanut butter sandwich. He pushes it away sadly before resting his head on the cafeteria table. He doesn’t want to go to science or math- he wants his Teddy bear. He wants Steve and Uncle Wayne. 

Unbeknownst to Eddie, his entire lunch table is staring at him. Eddie not eating and resting at lunch? That’s… odd.

Gently, Dustin nudges him awake. “Eddie?” he says, moving some of his hair out of his eyes. “Everything okay?”

Tears in his eyes, Eddie shakes his head. “Steve,” he whispers tearily, “I want Steve.”

Dustin glares at the still staring members of hellfire. He returns his focus back to Eddie when he hears a whimper. “Okay, let’s go.”

“Skip school?” Eddie asks.

“You can’t do chemistry like this, Eds.”

Eddie follows Dustin to the parking lot. He gets him settled in the passenger seat of his van. Thankfully, Eddie keeps a blanket in the back of the van. “This okay?” Dustin asks, covering Eddie with the blanket. Eddie nods.

It’s not 10 minutes after Dustin’s phone call that Steve is being dropped off by Nancy and Robin. He runs up to Dustin, who is leaned next to the passenger side of the van. Inside is a very sad looking Eddie wrapped in a blanket. “Henderson, get in the back, and I’ll take us to Eddie’s trailer.”

Steve gets settled in the driver’s side and buckles up, but not before pressing a kiss to Eddie’s forehead. “Hey, little guy,” he says, “Let’s go home, okay?”

A small voice pipes up from the back, “Can we get McDonald’s?”

“No, we aren’t getting-”

Eddie smiles. “Happy meal!”

“Okay, we’re getting McDonald’s.”

Happy Meal in hand, Eddie runs into his trailer and flops down on the couch. Dustin and Eddie chase after, quick to make sure he isn’t alone. By the time Eddie is done with his nuggets, he’s dozing off on the couch next to the empty box.

Dustin lays a blanket over him, and Steve pops in a movie.

Steve smiles. “Sleep well, little guy.”

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[corrodedcoffinkid]

autistic!eddie cant wait until wayne comes home and calls his work crying because hes having a bad sensory day and is too overwhelmed?

It’s been a shitty day already, Wayne thinks.

Eddie’d been mad at him at dinner over leaving to go to work when he had promised to help him paint more figurines. He’d tried to explain that he didn’t have any control over when he was called into work, but Eddie wasn’t hearing him. The boy had pushed away his plate and stomped off to his room in a huff.

So, yeah, Wayne felt pretty shitty.

He’d been working for a few hours when he got the call. Everyone else in his contact list on silent, except for Eddie. He hears the ringer, and he knows it’s him. Eddie knows not to call unless he really needs to.

“Eddie? Son, listen-”

“You-You gotta come home!”

Wayne furrows his eyebrows. Is his nephew crying? “Slow down-”

“I spilled my paint and it got on the carpet and it got on my favorite knight and then I started hitting and now my head hurts really bad and you gotta come home!”

“I’ll be there in 10.”

Eddie had inherited his driving skills from his uncle. Flying down the backroads, Wayne was there in 8.

He shoves his key into the door, and pushes it open. “Eddie? Son, I’m home.” He follows the sound of crying into Eddie’s room, where the boy sat on the floor, sobbing his eyes out and covered in paint and blood. “Oh, Eddie…”

“Uncle Wayne! I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” Eddie’s sobbing now, his head in his hands. “I ruined the carpet, I ruined everything!”

“Every paint comes off with something.” Wayne shrugs. “I’m not worried about the carpet, I’m worried about my nephew. Let’s get you cleaned up.”

Eddie isn’t having it. “No! I ruined everything! I ruined everything! I’m a freak! A freak!” He’s hyperventilating now as he hits at his chest. “A freak, a freak, a freak!”

Wayne grabs him. He grabs him, holds him tight to his body. “Eddie, stop. Breathe.”

Crying into his uncle’s shirt, Eddie shakes his head. “M’ a freak, a freak,” he murmurs. He tries to hit himself again, but Wayne stops him. “I’m not letting go until you’ve calmed yourself down.”

While holding Eddie, Wayne takes the opportunity to look at his self inflicted injuries. His forehead is definitely busted open. His knuckles are scarred from years of mindless hitting, so it’s hard to tell if they’re hurt. There’s no blood coming out of them, so he figures he’s fine.

Cautiously, he peeks down at Eddie. His eyes are closed now, his breathing is much better. “There we go, boy,” he says softly. “Why don’t you get a shower while I clean up?”

Eddie nods.

Wayne’s not sure where to begin. Eddie had managed to spill black paint all over the carpet, and all over his new toys- figurines, he means. The paint hasn’t dried all the way, so he quickly washes the figures in the sink. They’re almost all the way clean after a bit of scrubbing, and Wayne smiles at that.

At his age, Wayne had been around the block a few times. He knows how to get carpet stains up, especially after years of living with Eddie, who left stains everywhere he went.

Eddie walks into his room where Wayne is sitting on his bed. He pulls on a sleep shirt and boxers, while admiring the now clean carpet. He sniffles, and smiles sadly. “You’re like a carpet wizard, old man.”

“Had to be when I agreed to adopt you, boy,” Wayne says softly. He points to the figures on Eddie’s bed. “Cleaned ‘em up pretty well, if i do say so myself.”

Eddie sighs in relief as he examines the figurines. “Wow… thank you.” He turns to put them away, but Wayne stops him. “We need to assess that head of your’s.”

“Oh… yeah, I guess.”

Eddie lets Wayne touch it and clean it, even if it does hurt. “It shouldn’t need stitches,” Wayne says, carefully cleaning it. “You really did bust the hell out of it, though.” Eddie winces a few times, but he doesn’t fight it.

“I think you’re good to go. Does your head still hurt?”

Eddie nods. “Hurts pretty bad.”

“We may need to get you checked for a concussion.”

Eddie’s eyes go wide, and he shakes his head wildly. “No! No hospital!”

Wayne sighs, but hesitantly agrees. “Okay, but go and take some Ibuprofen. I’m not letting you go to sleep until the headache eases up, understand?”

“Got it.”

Eddie and Wayne watch TV for a little while. The light hurts Eddie’s head, but it’s keeping him awake. A few hours pass before his head stops pounding. “I think I’m okay now.”

“Sure?”

“M’ sure.”

“Alright. Go to sleep, son.” Wayne rests the boy’s head on his chest, and begins patting his back in circles. Eddie sighs contentedly. “Thank you for coming home.”

“I always will, Eddie, I always will.”

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[corrodedcoffinkid]

Can you do a fic where Steve stops eddie from chewing on his hair,hand/fingers etc. And Steve gives him something else to chew on instead

“Eds, you’re going to get a hairball.”

Hair in his mouth, Eddie glares at Steve. “Let me watch Star Trek in peace,” he says, shifting on the couch.

“Stop chewing on your hair,” Steve says, more stern now.

In retaliation, Eddie begins chewing on his fingers instead.

“Eddie, that’s not what I-”

“I need something to chew.”

Steve gets up from the couch and heads towards Eddie’s bedroom. It’s a mess- but Eddie has a system. If Steve remembers correctly, his fidget toys should be… right here! Steve grabs a necklace with a rubber charm from out of Eddie’s desk drawer. “Perfect.”

“Here,” Steve says, tossing the necklace to Eddie, “Chew all you want.”

Throughout the show, Steve watches and listens to Eddie chew. It soothes Eddie, who rests his head on Steve’s shoulder. “Thank you,” Eddie says around his necklace.

“Anytime, Eds.”

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