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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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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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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eddie being terrified of needles + steve having to comfort him

“Eddie, look at me,” Steve whispers. He can’t be too loud- the nurse thinks they’re strange enough as it is.

Eddie had walked into the doctor’s office in tears. Being the town freak makes him stick out like a sore thumb, so his quiet sobs into his boyfriend’s chest had the entire office staring at him.

Now, even in the exam room, Eddie is still sobbing and trembling as the nurse readies his flu shot. His face is pressed into Steve’s chest, mostly to stop him from looking at the needle. Sure, Eddie had tattoos, but a needle buzzing against his skin was a lot different than a vial of liquid being pushed into his muscle.

“Eddie, I said look at me.”

Eddie whimpers and shakes his head.

“Eddie.”

Finally, teary brown eyes meet Steve’s.

“Keep your eyes on me, Munson. You’re being really brave, you know.”

“Please don’t make me do this!”

God, Steve can’t handle it. Eddie’s face is scrunched up with fear. His entire body is trembling. Steve takes a deep breath in an attempt to stop his own tears from falling. He’d only ever seen Eddie this hysterical once before; the time he actually got the flu.

“Babe, we’re not doing a repeat of last year. You were so weak you could barely move. You vomited for days! You have to do this.”

The nurse attempts to pull up Eddie’s sleeve, but he isn’t having it. Eddie cries out, and pulls away from her. “Get off of me! Steve! Help!”

Steve grabs Eddie, holding him down into his lap. “Do it, now!”

One quick alcohol wipe, and one quick pinch.

Eddie whimpers the entire ride home. Head against the window, tears dripping down his cheeks. Steve reaches over and places a hand on his thigh, but Eddie doesn’t respond.

Complete silence fills the room as Eddie curls into his bed, his knees pressed up against his chest.

“Baby, I’m sorry. You know I didn’t have a choice.”

“I was scared.” Eddie wipes his tears. “You held me down!”

“I know, I know. I’m sorry,” Steve says softly. “For what it’s worth, you were really brave.”

“No I wasn’t.”

Steve slips into bed next to Eddie. “Yeah, you were! You faced your fear and got it over with.”

“Whatever,” Eddie mumbles. Embarrassed, he rests his head on Steve’s shoulder. “Can we at least get pizza for dinner because I was so brave?”

Steve laughs softly. “Always.”

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Eddie digging his head into Steve’s chest and playing with his hair when he’s overwhelmed and Steve comforting him? Sorry if this is too vague of a promt

Eddie burrows his face into Steve’s chest. Oh, God, he felt terrible- physically and mentally. He hadn’t stopped throwing up since last night. His throat is raw, his nose is clogged, and he can barely keep his eyes open.

“I’m sorry, baby,” Steve says softly, running his fingers through Eddie’s hair. “I know you don’t feel good.”

Crying, Eddie nods. He tries to tell Steve how overwhelming all of it is. He tries to tell him that his throat is hurting and his head is hurting and all he wants to do is go to sleep, but all he manages is a loud whimper.

“I know, baby,” Steve picks Eddie off of the bathroom floor, and carries him to the bedroom. “You must be so sleepy.”

Eddie nuzzles against Steve’s chest. He’s tucked in, and held close. “M’ sick,” Eddie whines.

“You’re definitely sick,” Steve agrees. “I think someone needs a nap.”

Eyes heavy, Eddie nods. “Do I get to play with your hair until I’m asleep?”

Steve smiles, “Of course.”

Eddie sleepily begins playing with his boyfriend’s hair. He makes a few poor attempts at a braid. It keeps his mind off of his aching head long enough to close his eyes.

Mouth open, eyes closed, Steve admires Eddie as he begins to snore. Quietly enough not to wake him, Steve puts him back on his chest- the place Eddie loves the most.

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what abt something (maybe with wayne) about eddie getting diagnosed?

this ask hit home for me because i struggled so much with the diagnostic process as it is extremely demeaning and dehumanizing so i’m doing two versions of this- early diagnosis and late diagnosis

Early diagnosis

Wayne sits in the waiting room chair, his 5 year old nephew in his lap. Eddie’d usually be busy kicking and screaming if they were in a waiting room, but not today. He likes it here. Last time he was here, a nice lady let him play with toys and let him read books to her. It’s not scary here.

His name is called, and Uncle Wayne walks him to a room with that same nice lady. Were they going to play again? To his amusement, Wayne plops him down on the floor next to a pile of blocks. “Now, son, you be quiet and play while the doctor and I talk.”

Eddie places a finger to his lips, and nods in agreement. Be quiet and play- he can do that.

“So,” the doctor smiles at Wayne. “How have you and Eddie been since you were last here?”

Wayne shrugs his shoulders. “Some days are better than others. Been real attached to me lately, he hasn’t slept in his bed alone since I got custody.”

“What about potty training?”

“You can forget about that. No progress, he’s still in pull-ups.”

The doctor nods thoughtfully. She flips through some papers, before nodding again and looking back at Wayne. “I’ve spent these last two weeks going over Eddie’s case. Some would argue the trauma is causing his behaviors, oddities, and slow development… but I don’t think so. I think you’re right, Mr. Munson, Eddie does have autism.”

Wayne sighs sadly. “That’s what I was afraid of.”

“This doesn’t change Eddie. Now, there’s a reason behind his behaviors. This diagnosis will help him succeed, I promise.” The doctor flips to a page in her binder. “Here, I’ve detailed all the strengths and weaknesses I’ve noticed in Eddie from my time with him. He’s definitely got developmental delays, but the fact he was talking and walking by age 3 is very promising.”

“What about potty training?”

“You’ll have to work harder than most parents, Mr. Munson.”

“Thought I was already working harder,” Wayne laughs sadly. “What about school?”

“I’m getting there. His reading level is quite advanced for his age. His social skills, though… they’re not great. With the severe trauma he’s been through, I honestly don’t think he’s ready for kindergarten.”

“So, we hold him back?”

“In my professional opinion, yes, we should.”

Just then, Eddie starts to cry quietly. Had they not been so observant, they may not have noticed. Wayne jumps up, and runs to the boy’s side. “What’s the matter, son?”

“I wan’ you to hold me! I wan’ you!” Eddie cries, opening up his arms and grabbing for his uncle. Wayne nods, and picks the boy up off the ground. He sits back down in his spot same as before, except now Eddie is in his lap.

The doctor gives Eddie a sympathetic smile before looking at his uncle. “Separation anxiety is common in traumatized children as well as autism.”

“Forgive him,” Wayne sighs softly, “Rough night last night.”

Eddie doesn’t pay much attention to their conversation. He’s ready to go home, to take a nap. He misses his blankie and he misses all his toys. Sniffling, he hides his face in his uncle’s chest.

“Why was last night so tough?”

Wayne shakes his head. “Boy’s fingers touched a wool blanket and he flipped out. Full on screaming, kicking, crying type of fit he threw.”

“Sensory issues are a very important part of autism.”

Oh, how Wayne knew. They talk for a little while longer, then he gathers Eddie’s diagnostic papers and heads home. Eddie cried the whole way home because his carseat is in the backseat and not in his uncle’s lap. Though, the boy is very easy to soothe once they’re home.

Wayne takes a deep breath. He reminds himself that Eddie is still Eddie and always will be- just with a few challenges they’d have to get through together.

Late diagnosis

“I’m… I’m autistic?”

Eddie stares at the doctor with wide eyes. Wayne rubs his back comfortingly. “Son,” he says softly, “It’s nothing we didn’t already suspect.”

“I’m fifteen years old and nobody cared enough to diagnosis me until now?” The words come out of Eddie’s mouth before he realizes their impact. He knew damn well they had been scraping together the money for this diagnosis for years. “I-I’m sorry. I don’t know why I said that.”

“It’s fine, Eddie,” Wayne says. “Let her talk to you about it, please.”

Eddie nods hesitantly. “Okay…”

“During our one-on-one interview, I noticed many warning signs. For starters, you tend to avoid eye contact heavily. Most of my emotions were completely lost on you. Whenever I tried to talk to you, you’d divert and begin talking about your guitar or your music or your campaign.”

Eddie can feel his blood boiling.

“Your social skills just aren’t anywhere near where they need to be.”

His fists clench. There’s nothing wrong with him.

“Your uncle mentioned you weren’t fully potty trained until first grade, which gives us an example of a major development delay-”

Before Eddie can control himself, he’s jumping up and yelling, “Shut up! There’s nothing wrong with me!”

“Eddie,” Wayne gently grabs him by the arm. “Go out to the car and wait while I talk to the doctor.”

“But-”

“I said go.”

Head hung, Eddie goes to the car. He’s not sure how long his uncle was in the psychologist’s office. At some point, Eddie started to cry.

By the time Wayne gets back, Eddie is sobbing into his hands.

“I’m a freak, just like they say at school!”

Wayne pulls the boy in for a hug. “You’re not a freak, Eddie. You’re different, but a good different.”

“I’m a stupid freak!”

That night, Eddie cried himself to sleep next to his uncle. Why did he have to be different?

#eddie munson #stranger things #autistic eddie munson #angst #eddie munson autism #wayne munson #hurt/comfort #unclewayneandeddie #sensoryissues!eddie #adamwrites

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hurt/comfort autistic!eddie munson x steve where theyre at the store and its more crowded than usual, and the amount of people, noise, and bright lights overwhelm eddie too much?

people tend to ignore the fact that autism isnt just at home and it bothers me, sometimes you need to calm down right then and there. you dont choose when to have meltdowns it can happen anywhere and you cant just go find a quiet private place to calm down in a crowded store

i’m gonna be honest i’ve completely avoided writing eddie having a metldown in public because it reminds me of my own public meltdowns and i Don’t Like That

“Cereal, cereal, cereal,” Eddie says, following Steve down the isles of the grocery store. The word’s been stuck on his tongue for a while now. It sounds nice, doesn’t it? “Cereal, cereal, cereal.”

The repetition of the word… it feels nice to him- soothes him a bit. The lights buzzing in the grocery store are deafening today. Plus, it’s busy, and Eddie swears his brain is trying to process everyone’s conversations all at once.

“Eds?”

“Hm?“ Eddie hums, pausing his vocal stim.

“Are you okay?”

Eddie nods. “Fine.”

Liar, he thinks. Eddie knows he isn’t fine, but he doesn’t want to embarrass Steve. All he really wants to do is leave, go home, and enjoy complete silence. Meanwhile, he’s sure all Steve wants to do is have one peaceful outing for God’s sake.

Tears well up in Eddie’s eyes at the thought of embarrassing his boyfriend.

Then, it happens.

Somebody in another isle drops something. Eddie doesn’t know what. He hears the impact, then the shattering. Have the lights always been this loud? This bright?

“Eddie? Eddie?” Steve watches helplessly as his boyfriend covers his ears, and curls in on himself in the middle of the cereal isle. Thighs to chest, Eddie starts to rock himself back and forth.

It’s too loud, it’s too much. He can’t do this.

He’s crying now- crying to make it stop, out of embarrassment, out of sadness.

Steve realizes they’ve attracted a crowd. Eddie’s head is tucked into his legs now- too embarrassed to look up. Steve shoos the crowd away. “Nothing to see here- move along.”

Abandoning any and all intentions of getting groceries today, Steve crouches down next to Eddie. Still rocking himself, Eddie doesn’t look up. “Hey,” Steve says softly, “We’re going home, okay?”

“N-No, we-we need to get groceries! You said we needed to get groceries!”

Steve sighs. How could Eddie possibly be more worried about finishing shopping than his own well being? “I’ll come back later, it’s fine! I’m more worried about you than our produce!”

Sniffling, Eddie shakes his head. “No! I’m just- I’m just a freak! We can’t do anything without me acting like a fucking freak!”

Ignoring the hurtful words, Steve grabs Eddie and stands him up. Eddie whines, squeezing his eyes shut. Those lights are impossibly bright. Steve leads him to the car, ignoring Eddie’s protests. “I don’t care about the groceries, Eds. We’re going home.”

To Eddie’s surprise, Steve doesn’t sit him in the passenger’s seat. Instead, he piles them both in the back of the car. Steve lays Eddie down in the backseat, resting his head in his lap. “Deep breaths, baby.”

“I-I-I’m so-orry.”

“Shh, shh,” Steve coos. “Take a deep breath with me.”

Steve coaches Eddie’s breathing- careful in making sure he’s not hyperventilating. “Good job,” Steve says, “One more deep breath for me.”

Eddie does as told. Steve’s right, he does feel a little better now. The panic and overstimulation is easing up, but the embarrassment and sadness couldn’t be stronger. “I’m sorry,” Eddie says again.

“You didn’t do anything wrong.”

“I embarrass you!“ Eddie cries out. “We can’t go anywhere without me acting like a fr-”

“Eddie Munson.” Steve looks down, meets Eddie’s eyes. “Don’t you dare say that again. You. Are. Not. A. Freak.”

“Y-Yes I-I am!”

“Being overstimulated doesn’t make you a freak, Eds. Your brain just works differently- that’s all.” Steve thinks for a moment. “Besides, without that beautiful brain of your’s, you wouldn’t be able to do what you love.”

Eddie’s eyebrows furrow in confusion.

“Well, think about it. You feel things so intensely. Even if sometimes those feelings are bad… think about when they’re good! You’re so, so good at the guitar, Eds… better than anybody I’ve ever met. Plus, you know more about DnD than any guy I know!”

“E-Even Dustin?”

“Even Dustin.”

Eddie sighs, “Do you… Do you get embarrassed by me? Be honest.”

Almost instantly, Steve answers, “No. You could never make me embarrassed to love you, Eddie.”

“Promise?”

Steve wipes away a tear from Eddie’s cheek. “I promise.”

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a continuation of eddie having wordless vocal stims where steve gives him a chewy stim toy

“Can I borrow a shirt?” Steve yells to the other room, rummaging through Eddie’s closet. “I forgot my pajamas at home.” He didn’t feel like walking all the way to the kitchen to get Eddie’s attention, so yelling would have to do.

“Pajama shirts are in my dresser, not the closet. But, yeah, go for it,” Eddie yells back.

Steve opens his dresser and starts looking through it. Finding a shirt that wasn’t too graphic could be challenging. To his surprise, that’s not his only problem…

All of Eddie’s pajama shirts are tattered and torn at the neck- as if they were being chewed on. Only a few shirts hadn’t been torn up. Had the shirt Eddie’s wearing tonight been so torn? Had he just not noticed?

Quietly, Steve walks back to the kitchen. Sure enough, Eddie is stirring the pasta while humming, shirt in his mouth.

“Eds?”

Eddie jumps a little, then drops the shirt from his lips. “Oh, yeah, sorry…” he says sheepishly, “My shirt collars are kind of gross.”

“Have you always done this?”

“I mean… yeah,” he sighs. “I haven’t really done it since I was a kid, but the stress of the Upside Down, Vecna, Chrissy… it’s bringing back some old habits, I guess. I’ll go find you a shirt that isn’t ruined.”

Eddie turns to go to the bedroom, but Steve stops him. “Don’t worry about it. I’m fine with a ruined shirt collar, babe,” he laughs softly. “Just, keep stirring. I’ll figure something out.

A few days later, Steve has the perfect idea, so he decides to surprise him as soon as he’s home from work.

“Okay? Ready?” He places a brand new guitar pick shaped chewie necklace in Eddie’s hands. “Open your eyes!”

Eddie furrows his eyebrows, staring at the piece of rubber in front of him in confusion. “Steve, what am I looking at?”

Steve smiles proudly. “It’s a chewie!”

“What?”

“You chew on it!”

“So… you bought me a dog toy?” Eddie asks, eyebrows raised. “Does it squeak?”

“What? Eddie, no,” Steve laughs. “It’s for humans- autistic ones! It’s on a chain, so you can wear it like a necklace. Bite it.”

Cautiously, Eddie bites it with his front teeth. It’s soft- he likes that. He moves it to his back teeth, biting a bit harder now. He smiles, chewie still in his mouth. “This is awesome!”

“You like it?”

Eddie hums in approval. “Thank you!”

“Anytime, just no more shirt chewing. Deal?”

“Deal.”

#i don’t know if they had chewies in the 80’s #eddie munson #autistic eddie munson #stranger things #steddie #angst #eddie munson autism #steve harrington #hurt/comfort #fluff #sensoryissues!eddie #steveandeddie #adamwrites

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steve has a bad day at work coming home slamming the door not in the mood at all to put up with anything and when autistic!eddie keeps trying to talk to him he yells at him and scares the poor guy into a mini panic attack

There are some things Eddie just doesn’t understand.

Why don’t people just say what they mean? Why lie and say you’re fine when you’re not?

Eddie’s relaxed on the couch, watching TV. Well, the TV is on, but he’s not really watching it. Instead, he’s looking at the door. Steve should be home soon. He’d had the closing shift today- which Eddie hates. He doesn’t like being home alone at night.

And that’s why Steve unlocking the door from the outside makes him so happy.

“Steve!” Eddie exclaims, practically running to the door. Before he has time to say anything else, Steve is slamming the door as he walks in.

Slam.

Eddie jumps.

Steve says nothing. Instead, he glares at Eddie and pushes through to the bedroom. Unknowingly, Eddie follows him. “What’s wrong?”

“I’m fine!” Steve snaps, tearing off his work uniform and throwing it in the floor. “Everything is just fine, Eddie.”

Eddie nods. “Oh… okay,” he shrugs his shoulders. “Can we watch TV now? I taped Star Trek! It’s a really good one, they-”

Steve groans loudly, pushing past Eddie and heading to the shower. Still, Eddie follows. “Or, you could help me with my new campaign! I have some figures to paint and Dustin said he wanted-”

“Eddie!” Steve yells.

Eddie jumps back a little. Anxiously, he begins to mess with his hands. “What?”

“Can’t you take a fucking hint? I don’t want to watch TV, and I don’t want to play that childish game you’re obsessed with! Maybe if you found friends your own age, you’d have other things to do!”

Slam.

The bathroom door slams in Eddie’s face.

Eddie opens his mouth to speak, but all that comes past his trembling lips is a sob, “What did I do wrong?”

Crying, Eddie runs to his room, and locks the door behind him. Head in his knees, he prays Steve would just go away- go back to his parents’ place… to work… anywhere… he didn’t care where.

Eddie stares silently at his DnD things. Books, manuals, boards, collectibles, figurines… he had the dream set up. He squeezes his eyes shut, trying not to cry anymore. Sure, he had the dream set up… to a ten year old.

Why can’t he be normal?

He’s not sure how long he’s been crying into his pillow. A few minutes? A few hours? The pain in his chest makes it feel like days.

Then, Steve quietly taps on his door.

“Eddie?”

Eddie doesn’t respond.

“Eddie? Hey… look, I’m sorry, okay? Can I come in?”

“Go away,” Eddie sniffles. He doesn’t hear Steve’s footsteps receding. “I said go away!”

“I’m coming in.”

“No, you’re not!”

A butterknife got Steve inside Eddie’s room in less than a minute. He places the knife on the table, then slowly approaches his boyfriend. “Eds? I’m sorry. I didn’t mean any of that.”

“Then why did you say it?”

Eddie’s teary eyes meet Steve’s, but he can’t bear to look back. Steve sighs, sitting next to Eddie- who is still curled into a ball of tears and frizzy hair. “Listen, something happened at work,” he begins. Eddie doesn’t ask questions, doesn’t even look at him. “While I was stocking the shelves, one of my old friends from high school came in.”

“T-Tommy?” Eddie asks nervously. He remembers being cornered by said boy, and getting the shit beat out of him.

“That’s the one.” Steve rubs his temples. “He… Well, he called you something I’d rather not repeat. He said some things about us… about you. And I got,” Steve pauses to take a breath, “And I got so mad, Eddie. I didn’t even finish stocking, I came straight home.”

Eddie’s looking at him now- that’s a good sign.

“Anyway, by the time I got home, I needed to lash out. I was upset. And, I’m not used to saying how I feel outright, so I imply it with sarcasm and things that most people can read between the lines to understand… but sometimes I forget you can’t do that.”

Eddie nods.

“I shouldn’t have gotten upset with you. I just… I needed to yell and-”

“-and I was the closest target,” Eddie finishes quietly.

They sit in silence for a while. Eventually, Eddie uncurls from his ball, and moves to look down at his feet instead. “Do you really think my game is childish?”

“I don’t… don’t even know why I said that, Eds.”

Eddie doesn’t say anything for a moment. He takes a few deep breaths, then says, “You hurt my feelings.”

“I know. I’m so sorry, I really am.”

“Sorry enough for ‘I’m Sorry’ Star Trek watching?”

Steve smiles for the first time all night, and Eddie does too.

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

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little!eddie and cg!wayne hurt/comfort?

PARENTAL NEGLECT AND ABUSE TRIGGER WARNING.

Wayne learned quickly that Eddie is nothing short of traumatized.

Ever since he adopted him when he was little, Eddie had his quirks. It was more than just not playing with the other kids or refusing to do his kindergarten homework; It was screaming at night. It was the bedwetting. It was the going mute when he heard anyone raise their voice.

Wayne quickly pieced together just how traumatized Eddie’s parents had left him. His mom passing when he was a baby followed by his convict dad dropping him off on Wayne’s doorstep did a number on the boy.

Not to mention; the abuse.

Eddie’s father would beat him senseless. He blamed Eddie for his mother’s death, and not the cancer. Unknowingly to his father, Eddie is autistic. So, whenever Eddie would stim or go nonverbal or do anything that exhibited symptoms, he would get beat.

By the time he came to Wayne, he was covered in bruises and cuts. He found him on that doorstep late at night. The boy was shaking- scared to death.

He was nonverbal for a week. Wayne had taken him to a hospital, just to get him checked out. Once there, a child psychologist realized they weren’t just dealing with a traumatized child- they were dealing with a traumatized autistic child.

But through trial, error, and unwavering support, Eddie eventually began recovering and growing closer to Wayne.

As the years went by, Wayne realized Eddie got bad at night. So, Wayne spent most of his nights off holding the boy, rubbing his back. Even though they were in poverty, Wayne always made sure Eddie had warm blankets and warm milk at night to help him sleep. For a long, long time Wayne and Eddie slept on the couch next to one another.

Things are different now. Eddie is older, more independent. But… he still had his nights.

Wayne sighs as he tries to push past his nephew. Eddie is determined his uncle isn’t going to work tonight. “Stay home! Please!”

“Son, I’ve got to go to work,” Wayne says calmly.

Eddie’s on the verge of tears. The moment Wayne sees Eddie’s lips trembling and those tears starting to form, he’s putting his work stuff back on the counter.

Content with himself, Eddie chews on his shirt until his uncle is back in his pajamas. Eddie points to the fridge excitedly. “Chocolate milk?”

“Too late for sugar. It’s gonna keep you up.” Wayne sits beside his nephew, and wraps them both up in a blanket. He had stopped by Eddie’s room for something important while he was changing clothes.

“Teddy!” Eddie smiles, and holds the bear to his chest. “Thank you, Uncle Wayne.” He grabs the remote from beside him and flicks through the channels until he lands on Tom and Jerry- one of his favorites.

Eddie falls asleep after about two more episodes. Wayne pats the boy’s back, hoping he would stay asleep through the night.

Wishful thinking.

Within minutes, Eddie is bolting upwards with a scream. Nightmare. “No, no, no! Help!” He gasps and looks around frantically, as if he didn’t recognize where he was. Wayne grabs him, and forces him to look at him. “Son, son! I’m right here, it’s me!”

“Uncle Wayne! Oh, God, it was terrible! He wouldn’t stop hitting me!”

Wayne’s brows furrow. Eddie hasn’t had a nightmare about his father in some time now. “He’ll never lay another hand on you, Eddie. I’m right here.”

Sucking on his thumb for comfort, Eddie curls up against Wayne’s chest. He follows his uncle’s breathing. He rubs his cheek against the comforting fabric of Wayne’s old sleep shirt. “Safe here,” he whispers.

“It will always be safe here.”

Wayne couldn’t be more relieved that he stayed home from work.

#eddie munson #stranger things #autistic eddie munson #steddie #angst #eddie munson autism #steve harrington #wayne munson #abuse tw #hurt/comfort #little!eddiemunson #agere!eddie #sensoryissues!eddie #unclewayneandeddie #adamwrites

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eddie getting sensory overload and steve helping him calm down

Eddie didn’t love parties.

After killing Vecna, Steve and Dustin had planned a get together to celebrate. Although not very enthusiastically, Eddie had offered to host. His little trailer wasn’t much, but it meant he could go to his room if he needed to.

Steve kept an eye on him- checking on him every now and the. Eddie seemed okay.

At least, until he wasn’t.

“Steve, it’s your turn, go!” Dustin says, nudging Steve towards the game board. Steve’s eyes are elsewhere. Eddie is pacing in the kitchen, but it isn’t too long before he walks to his room and shuts the door behind him. Steve shakes his head. “Go on without me. I’ll be back in a bit.”

Eddie hears a soft knock, but it sounds like somebody is beating down the door. God, had the ceiling fan always been this loud? Were his clothes always this tight? Steve’s voice rings around his head, causing his to slam his hands over his ears.

“Eddie.”

“Eddie!”

“Eddie!”

Eyes closed, Eddie yells, “Shut up!” He’s not even sure if it’s Steve he’s yelling at. He wanted the knocking to shut up, he wanted the ceiling fan to shut up, he wanted his clothes to shut up.

“Can I touch you?” Steve’s voice is barely above a whisper.

“No.”

“Do you want to be alone?”

His voice cracks, and a sob escapes. “No.”

Steve tosses Eddie his headphones. They’re noise cancelling, but they were so cheap that they really didn’t do much. Still, Eddie likes the pressure on his head.

Pressure.

“Steve.”

“Hm?”

“I need you to lay on top of me.”

Steve raises his eyebrows. “What?”

“I said I need you to lay on top of me.”

Cautiously, Steve lays down on top of Eddie, smushing him into his bed. “Like… Like this?”

“Just like that.”

Eddie takes deep breaths as he rubs one of his blankets on his chin and mouth. The pressure grounds him. Satisfied, Eddie lets out a sigh.

“So…” Steve says, “You’re okay?”

“Few more minutes, please?”

“We’ll do this long as you want, Eds.”

Face snuggled into a blanket, Eddie nods. How’d he get so lucky?

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jason is still pissed abt patrick and chrissy so he grabs eddies headphones that block out the noise overwhelming him while mike and/or lucas yell at him and/or maybe max too and dustin calms him down

tw slurs

“Fucking retard,” Jason sneers, shoving Eddie to the ground. “Who knew someone so goddamn stupid could murder a-”

Mike and Lucas block Eddie from Jason with their chests puffed out. Meanwhile, Max and Dustin are busy tending to Eddie and helping him put his soundproof headphones on. Jason shoves all four out the way before grabbing Eddie by the shirt and roughly pulling him off the ground. Eyes wide, Eddie tries to get away, but he’s too scared to do much of anything.

“Faggot,” Jason laughs. He grabs Eddie’s headphones, and tosses them onto the pavement. Eddie cries out, and covers his ears at the sound of his headphones breaking. “Give those back!”

“Not a chance in hell.”

Crunch.

Eddie’s beloved headphones crush beneath Jason’s foot.

As if some freshman telepathy occurred, all four of the kids come running into Jason and knock him to the ground. Lucas, Mike, and Max beat his face in, while Dustin is busy trying to piece the shattered headphones back together.

Everyone is so busy defending Eddie, that no one is checking on him. Eddie is sobbing now, crouched into a ball on the ground. His uncle bought him those headphones. He had worked overtime for weeks to be able to afford them. He cries into his hands. He wants Steve, he wants his uncle.

Eddie’s not sure when it’s all over with. At some point, they’d chased off Jason. His mind is so overloaded that he can’t speak, can’t react. All four of the kids are staring at him- and white, hot embarrassment bubbles up in his chest. He’s supposed to protect them- not the other way around.

Mike smiles. “Hey, it’s okay.”

“We got ‘em,” Lucas says.

Dustin presents Eddie’s headphones in front of him. “Give me a few days, I’ll have these fixed, don’t worry.”

Max messes around with her walkman for a moment- then places her headphones on Eddie’s head. “Here,” she says, “Motley Crue.”

“Oh- I- thank you,” Eddie says softly.

Dustin helps him off the ground. “Let’s get you home, alright?”

“Thanks for… doing that,” Eddie says.

“Always.”

#eddie munson #stranger things #autistic eddie munson #angst #eddie munson autism #steve harrington #fluff #max mayfield #lucas sinclair #dustin henderson #mike wheeler #tw slurs #tw bullying #sensoryissues!eddie #adamwrites

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could you write a steddie hurt/comfort about autistic eddie munson being scared of thunderstorms? like theres a bad thunderstorm outside and not only is he scared of it but also sensory issues in the mix it's just overall not a good time

Steve knows tonight isn’t going to be a good night. The news had been calling for severe thunderstorms tonight for a few days now. He’d hoped the chances of rain would go down, but they only seemed to go up.

Eddie is terrified of thunderstorms. He always had been. The loud, unexpected booms and bright lights petrified him to his very core. Maybe it’s sensory issues, maybe it’s a regular phobia- they weren’t sure.

But, being the amazing boyfriend he is, Steve comes prepared.

As the night sky begins to cloud, Steve helps settle Eddie in for the night. He grabs his headphones, and slips them over his ears. “Are these okay? You like that?”

Eddie nods, his lower lip already beginning to tremble. His eyes follow Steve as he searches around his room for anything that may help. After a few moments of digging, he places a few DnD figurines into Eddie’s lap. “You like these guys, right?”

Eddie nods again.

The rain comes down loudly, causing Eddie to jump. Oh, God, he hates this. Steve pulls Eddie’s comforter and blankets over the both of them. He clicks on a flashlight. Being under the covers may help the lightning from frightening Eddie too badly.

Eddie’s head is snuggled into his chest. His breathing is rapid, but no tears yet. His favorite figurine is clutched tightly in his right hand. His left hand is gripping Steve’s night shirt.

Steve and Eddie grew up together. Despite not speaking to one another in grade school, Steve remembers back in elementary school when the teachers would have to remove Eddie from class during a thunderstorm. A few hours later, Eddie would come back teary eyed and trembling. His friends would laugh, but Steve never did.

Thunder shakes the little trailer. Eddie cries, trying to burrow further into Steve’s chest. No actual words are coming out- only panicked whimpers and choked sobs.

This is the worst part, Steve thinks; When Eddie is so riled up and so, so scared, that he can’t communicate his needs. Though, over the years, Steve eventually learned exactly what Eddie needed during a scary situation; pressure and contact.

“Hey, shh… it’s okay. I’ve got you,” he says softly. Eddie cries into the crook of his neck. Steve pats his back in circles, humming a soft lullaby as he did so. “It’ll be over soon, Eds.”

“I-I wa-ant it to be over now!”

As heartbreaking as the words are, Steve is happy Eddie isn’t completely nonverbal tonight. “Eddie,” he says, “Is there anything I can do-”

“Ma-ake it st-stop!”

Steve quickly wipes the tears that are falling down his own cheeks. “I know, baby. I would if I could.”

Maybe distraction would work.

Steve gently unclenches Eddie’s hand from around his DnD figure. “What’s this guy’s name?”

“I-It’s-It’s just a-just a dragon.”

“Is he your favorite dragon?”

Eddie nods tearfully. “I li-ike him a lot.”

“So, he doesn’t have a name?”

Eddie shakes his head. “Not-Not really. I just call him Dragon.”

Steve laughs softly, “Not very creative, is it? Let’s name him.”

Thunder roars, Eddie sobs, Steve rubs his back. “Nope, no, stop. No more crying,” he says, wiping Eddie’s tears. “Come on, let’s name him.”

“F-Fireball,” Eddie whispers.

“Too cliché.”

Eddie reaches out and grabs Steve’s hair. He runs his hand through it for a few moments, then returns his attention to the dragon in his other hand. “Fine. Dragoneth Dungeon Master IV.”

Steve stares at him blankly. “…Where did that come from?”

Another rumble of thunder. Eddie looks startled, but he doesn’t cry out. To prevent anymore crying, Steve pulls him closer. “Hey, it’s okay. You’re safe.”

“I’m safe,” Eddie repeats.

“You’re safe.”

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