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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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Can I request Eddie getting frustrated because of his speech impediment?

Eddie hates school projects. Doing the project itself isn’t bad- especially if it’s something he’s interested in- but presenting it? Presenting his work to a class full of people who hated him terrifies him to his inner core.

“Eddie? Would you like to present for us?”

Hands gripping his poster board, Eddie shakes his head. The look the teacher gives him tells him he doesn’t have a choice. He makes his way to the front of the room, legs shaking. He takes a deep breath, trying to remember what Uncle Wayne had told him.

“You’re alright, son. Don’t let them win.”

Eddie anxiously points at the title of his poster board. “H-Hi. My name i’th Eddie and thi’th i’th my pre’thentation on the histh’ory of mu’thic.” Goddammit. When he’s nervous, all his work in speech therapy with Uncle Wayne goes out the window. “I-I mean-”

One of his bullies begins to snicker, which gives the rest of the class the go ahead to laugh too. “Looks like ‘Eddie Mun’thon’ is back.”

Eddie’s face goes bright red.

“Class, please let Eddie finish.”

Eddie looks down ashamedly at his feet. A picture of Ozzy Osbourne that he’d clipped out of a magazine stares at him from it’s spot on the poster board. “Mu’thic ha’th always been important to people-”

The laughs grow louder. Eddie’s eyes squeeze shut to keep in his tears. He’d practiced this presentation so much with Uncle Wayne and Steve. “M-Mu’thic i’th-”

“E-E-Ed-Eddie M-M-Mun’thon has a st-st-stutter t-t-too!”

Throwing his poster board on the ground, Eddie runs.

He runs out of the school, to the parking lot, and to his van. He wants to drive, tries to put his keys in the ignition, but he can’t. His eyes are too teary eyed to see.

Uncle Wayne.

Uncle Wayne can help.

He grabs his phone, and presses one on speed dial. It only rings twice before he hears a familiar voice on the other end.

“Eddie? Son? Is everything okay?” All Wayne can make out on the other end of the line is loud sobs. “Eddie, breathe. I can’t understand you.”

“Th-They laughed at me! I-I didn’t even get to ta-alk about Bl-Black Th’abbath! I ran, I ran until I go-ot to my car! I don’t wanna go back to cla’th!”

Wayne’s not sure if he’s more heartbroken than he is angry. Why can’t those damn kids leave his boy alone? “I’m on my way. Stay where you are.”

By the time Wayne is at the school, Eddie is rocking himself in the driver’s seat of his van. Wayne knocks on the window. “Son?”

Eddie flings open the door, and immediately wraps his arms around his uncle. “I-I tried to not let it get t-to me but it did!”

Wayne rubs Eddie’s back, then presses his head into his shoulder. “It’s okay,” he says softly, “You know that damn speech impediment is getting better, it just acts up sometimes.”

He helps Eddie buckle into the passenger seat of his car. His nephew glances over at his van worriedly. Wayne gently pats his head. “Hey, don’t worry, Steve will get her and bring her home.”

Eddie stares blankly out the window on the ride home.

He knows he’s failed the presentation.

He knows he probably isn’t going to graduate… again.

And yet, Uncle Wayne is still driving him home and comforting him. What did he do to deserve this?

Wayne gets Eddie settled on the couch. Then, he pops open a beer and hands it to the boy. “Here.”

“No thank you,” Eddie says quietly, pushing it away. “I’m not hungry or thir’thy.”

Unusual, but Wayne isn’t going to push it. “You know, Eddie,” he begins, “You’re pretty damn brave for trying.”

Eddie shrugs.

“Whether you can say those damn ‘s’ sounds or not, I’m always going to be here for you, boy.” Wayne notices Eddie perk up- just a little. “I’m so damn proud of you. If that teacher even tries to fail you, I’m going down to that goddamn schoolhouse and handling it. I love you, Eddie, and not a goddamn thing will ever change that.”

Tears in his eyes, Eddie smiles. “I love you too, no matter what.”

“No matter what.”

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wayne and eddie fic where eddie is non verbal and upset and stimming (vocal and physical)

totally isnt toby requesting this wdym

“Son, you need to communicate with me. I don’t know what you want.”

Eddie cries, and begins scratching at his arms. He’s trying to communicate. He’s mad, upset, anxious- you name it. The DnD meeting for tomorrow had been cancelled. Everyone was “busy” with something or another. Didn’t they understand that Eddie had planned out his campaign to stretch out perfectly from the beginning to the end of the school year and this was going to disrupt it?

“Eddie,” Wayne says, stopping Eddie from scratching himself too hard, “I need you to tell me what’s wrong.”

Instead, Eddie pulls away from his uncle and begins hitting his chest. Oh God, his campaign wasn’t going to work out. He’d worked so, so hard.

“Why don’t you think about something else? Tomorrow is Friday- you have your club then, don’t you? Think about that.”

Oh no.

Eddie goes from crying to sobbing.

Wayne grabs the boy, and holds him tight. He’d ask questions later. “Shh… it’s okay, son. I’m right here for you.”

Eddie whines, shaking his head. Finally, he whispers, “Cancelled.”

“Cancelled? Your meeting?”

He nods tearfully.

“Oh…” Wayne says. He knows how hard Eddie had worked to fit this campaign into 9 months of school. “We can fix this. Have a meeting next Monday and Friday.”

Eddie sniffles. He furrows his eyebrows. Two Hellfire meetings in one week? He could do that?

He could do that!

He nods. Uncle Wayne knew how to fix everything, didn’t he?

Next week, Eddie is very, very happy. Two meetings in one week? This has to be the best Monday ever, he thinks.

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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?

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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.

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eddie having bad sensory issues and one of the fire alarms is beeping (needs a new battery) and hes having trouble calming down enough to find it and wayne comes home to him having a meltdown

BEEP, BEEP BEEP.

God, he’s going to go insane.

BEEP, BEEP, BEEP.

Hands smashed over his ears, Eddie huffs and stomps out of his bedroom. What a way to wake up, he thinks. The sound gets louder, but then it gets quieter. Still, he can feel the beeping burrowing it’s way into his brain.

BEEP, BEEP, BEEP.

“Shut the fuck up!” Eddie screams to no one in particular. He’s too mad to think straight. All he has to do is find the faulty alarm, and pop some batteries in it.

Instead, he punches the wall.

It doesn’t stop the sound, but it makes him feel a little better.

“Shut… up!” Eddie shouts again, hitting the wall harder.

BEEP, BEEP, BEEP.

Tears in his eyes, Eddie goes from hitting the wall, to hitting himself. “Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!”

Is it coming from the kitchen? No? Maybe the living room? He can’t tell. The beeping is deafening. He can’t hear himself screaming over it. No matter how loud he yells, he still hears it. He’s hitting his ears now, trying to do anything to make it stop.

BEEP, BEEP, BEEP.

Wayne’s not sure why he felt the need to head straight home from work that night. Normally, he’d stop by the gas station, get himself some smokes or a drink for the boy, but tonight, he feels something is off.

To his surprise, Eddie’s van is still in the driveway. Most Friday nights, he was out of the house doing God knows what.

Wayne puts his key in the door, pushes it open, and is met with a shrill beeping. “Godammit,” he mutters. “Eddie? Boy? How long has this damn thing been going off?”

No response.

He looks down to find blood on the carpet.

Fuck.

BEEP, BEEP, BEEP.

Wayne swears he can hear quiet, but still panicked, breathing coming from the kitchen. Still, nothing could prepare him from what he found.

Eddie’s curled up in the floor, sobbing his heart out. Blood is caked all around his hair and ears. His fists are black and blue. The walls had dents and holes in them. Crying, Eddie looks up at his uncle. “I’m-I’m sorry!”

In a flash, Wayne replaces the batteries.

No more beeping.

Silently, Wayne helps Eddie off of the floor. His nephew’s ears are beat bloody- he’s not sure how to help him without hurting him further.

He guides Eddie to the bathroom, where he runs the boy a warm bath. “There we go,” Wayne says softly. “I’m gonna clean up the kitchen. You wash your hair and try to clean up your ears and knuckles. Come to me in the living room when you’re done.”

Wayne looks at Eddie, and he swears he sees the scared little boy he adopted at age 7. Eddie sniffles, and wipes his eyes. “Are you mad?”

“Of course not, son.” Wayne nudges Eddie towards the tub. “Clean up, now.”

By the time Eddie is done bathing, Wayne has a little first aid station set up on the couch. Eddie sits next to his uncle, not saying a word as he begins tending to his ears.

“You’ll be okay, I think. They’ll be bruised for a while, but I don’t think you did nothing too serious, son.”

Wayne grabs his hands. “This may sting,” he says, rubbing Eddie’s knuckles with alcohol wipes. Eddie hisses, tries pulling back, but Wayne keeps him still. “They’re busted open. They don’t look broken. You think they’re okay?” Eddie shrugs. He flexes his hands, proving he can still move them. Wayne nods. “Yup, you’re okay. Nothing too serious done.”

Eddie anxiously points over to the kitchen wall.

“That? It’s just a small hole and a few dents. We’ll patch ‘em up later.” Wayne tucks his nephew in on the couch with a blanket. He pops in one of Eddie’s Star Wars VHS tapes. He shakes his head silently. “You know, you could have called me.”

Eddie shrugs. Maybe he could have, but they needed money to afford rent. “I can’t ask you to take off work…”

“Son, you beat your ears bloody.”

“I’m sorry.”

Wayne sighs, rubbing his temples. “Don’t… Don’t apologize. Just ask for help when you need it, boy.”

“Uncle Wayne?”

“Hm?“

“Watch Star Wars with me?”

“If you want, son, if you want.”

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Prompt 1: Loving Wayne comforts Eddie after a bad nightmare.

Prompt 2: Steve and Eddie have a double date with Robin and Nancy at their first fancy restaurant.

Thank you! 🥰

prompt 1

Wayne flicks through the channels on TV. He needs to get up, adjust the antennas, but Eddie is fast asleep in his lap. The boy hadn’t had the best day- rough day at school, and Steve had to work tonight. Wayne had attempted to make it better by fixing Eddie’s favorite meal- chicken nuggets. It’d helped slightly, but as soon as dinner was over, Eddie was back to sulking.

Even though Eddie wouldn’t admit it, Wayne suspected he’d been cornered by some bullies today. He almost always can tell when Eddie has bad encounters with Jason Carver. He’d be jumpy for the rest of the day, and would retreat to his room to draw or work on his campaigns. Wayne makes a mental note to ask Steve if anything had happened.

Eddie’s a very still sleeper, so Wayne hardly notices he’s there. Other than the occasional soft snore or sleep talking, he’s quiet.

And that’s why his nightmares are so disturbing.

It starts slow, but Wayne still jumps when Eddie begins to squirm in his sleep. Eddie’s face scrunches up, and he grabs a fistful of his uncle’s shirt. He whimpers, still fighting whatever his mind had conjured up for him to fight.

“Son, it’s okay,” Wayne soothes, “I’m right here.” He knows better than to wake somebody from a night terror. A bruised jaw from a few months ago had let him know not to shake somebody experiencing a trauma nightmare.

Suddenly, Eddie lets out a scream. He’s thrashing now, gasping for air in between screams. Wayne grabs the boy, and restrains him against his chest. God, he hopes this would end soon. “Eddie! Wake up, son, it’s okay!”

Finally, Eddie jolts upward with a scream. “Help!” He looks around frantically- where are the bats? Where is Vecna? His eyes land on his uncle, instead.

Safe. Uncle Wayne is safe.

He tries to explain his dream, tries to talk, but all he can do is cry. “Uncle Wayne! It was terrible!”

Wayne holds the boy closer. “I know, son. Tell me all about it.”

“The bats!” He chokes out, “Oh, God, they were tearing into me! Vecna… he was chasing me! I just wanted to go home, but I couldn’t! And Steve was dead and you were dead and it was the worst nightmare ever!”

Wayne rubs Eddie’s back, nodding as he explained his dream. “It’s all over now. You’re safe.”

After Eddie’s crying begins to slow down, Wayne takes him to the kitchen. “How about some late night snacks?”

“Frosted flakes?” Eddie asks halfheartedly.

“If you want.”

Eddie smiles, just a little.

His uncle pours them both a bowl of cereal- no milk for Eddie. If his cereal got soggy, Wayne wouldn’t hear the end of it until next year. “You make the best cereal,” Eddie says around a mouthful of frosted flakes, “Thank you.”

“Always, boy.”

prompt 2

“I’m pretty sure the fork goes on the left side.”

“I’m pretty sure I don’t care.”

Nancy swats at Eddie and Robin in an attempt to stop their bickering. “Both of you, stop! We are at the fanciest restaurant in Indiana!”

Steve scoffs, “Only because it was you and Robin’s turn to pick the restaurant.”

“Oh, there was no Robin involved,” Robin laughs dryly, “I wanted a cheeseburger from McDonald’s- Nancy wanted a filet mignon.”

Nancy opens her mouth to retort, but Steve beats her there. “Yeah, sure, Nance, let’s take our autistic partners to a fancy restaurant with a dress code- what could go wrong?”

“Steve,” Eddie whines, “I don’t eat anything on this menu!”

“Me either,” Robin says.

Nancy huffs, and places her head in her hands. “Have either of you thought about trying something new?”Both of them shake their heads rapidly. “Okay, fine,” Nancy points to an item on the menu. “This is basically a grilled cheese with ham.”

“A crack monster?” Eddie asks.

Nancy feels her soul die a little. “Croque monsieur.”

“Can I get mine with no ham?”

“Robin-”

“It better not come on whole wheat bread.”

“Eddie-”

Robin lets out a loud groan, and pushes away her menu. “This is stupid, and this suit jacket is itchy!”

A waiter approaches them, interrupting Nancy from choking her lovely girlfriend. “May I get you something to drink?”

Eddie nods. “Your finest mountain dew.”

“We don’t carry soft drinks, sir.”

“Yup, I’m out,” Eddie says, getting out of his seat. “I’m sure the crack monster is lovely, but I need soda.”

Nancy groans, “Croque monsieur!”

Robin and Eddie steal some bread rolls from the table before chasing one another out of the restaurant. Steve sighs, “Sorry, Nance.”

“…We’re going to McDonald’s, aren’t we?”

“Probably.”

Nancy rolls her eyes as she follows Steve out of the restaurant. One night, she just wanted one good night. Just then, she hears rain begin pouring on the roof. Great.

She pushes open the door, and what she sees makes all her anger melt away.

Eddie and Robin are giggling and dancing in the rain, tossing dinner rolls at one another. Eddie’s tie is on the ground, Robin’s new suit jacket is soaking wet. “Steve! Nancy!” Robin yells, “Dance with us!”

Steve and Nancy exchange looks before running to join their other halves.

Nancy laughs, pulling Robin in close. “So much for my filet mignon, huh?” She smiles, gently elbowing her girlfriend. Before Robin can respond, Eddie chucks a roll at the back of her head. “Munson, you are so dead!”

“Been hunted down since senior year, baby! Get in line!” Another roll.

“Which senior year?”

Eddie fakes a gasp. “Don’t make me shove that damn clarinet down your throat, Buckley.”

Steve shakes his head, then opens the car door. “All of you, in the car! You’re going to catch a cold!”

Piling in the car together, they all huddle close to keep warm. “So…” Eddie asks. “McNuggets?”

“McNuggets,” Robin agrees.

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[corrodedcoffinkid]

You, my friend, should start a tag list

good idea. i’m working on it now.

tags will be as followed. will update as i go.

agere!eddie

unclewayneandeddie

steveandeddie

sensoryissues!eddie

#adam talks