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🐈‍⬛ Trick or Treat 🐈‍⬛

Little Steddie + Stobin meet cute; Eddie and Robin decide they must take Steve trick-or-treating, and they absolutely must make him their friend (a really special friend in Eddie's case) - fluffy! (5.5 k words)

This was all inspired by this tweet. It was so heartbreaking and upsetting I just had to fix it :)

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Steve hasn’t celebrated Halloween since he was five. Not properly, anyway. Hasn't dressed up, or gone trick or treating even once since then. And he’s ten now, almost eleven. 

He doesn’t want to admit it, but he misses going trick or treating. His mummy used to take him, until she stopped being home as much, and his babysitters could never be bothered. 

He used to love dressing up, it was his favorite part. Liked to talk to the other kids in the street and play spooky games. But he’ll probably never do that again. 

It’s probably stupid anyway. Steve’s double digits now, and his dad says that makes him a man, and men aren’t supposed to get sad about stupid things like Halloween. 

Besides, his mum says candy’s bad for him. It will make his teeth fall out and his tummy fat, and his mum really hates that stuff. 

Steve’s grown up knowing to always believe her, but he sees kids at school eating candy all the time, and they still have all their teeth and aren’t fat. Even his teacher eats candy, and offers a bowl of it around every holiday. 

But Steve never eats it. His mom will be upset with him if she finds out. 

But Steve’s a big boy, he can handle himself now. He’s got a bowl of sweets sitting by the door, eyeing him off and he’s trying his best not to eat one, because it’s for the trick or treaters. 

The little kids, the ones his age, the older ones, and even some parents. 

Steve pretends he’s not disappointed when they show off their awesome costumes that their moms made for them. He pretends he’s fine, he’s becoming a man, he shouldn’t care about kid things like Halloween. 

He gets up when there’s another knock on the door, what feels like the millionth one of the night, and finds three people waiting there all dressed in cool costumes. 

There’s a girl with freckles, short brown hair, and she’s done it all messy, dressed up like a scarecrow with a glowing lightbulb on the top of her head. She looks awesome, even has makeup on her face and real pieces of straw sticking out in random places. 

There’s a boy beside her, with big brown eyes sweet like the chocolate Steve’s giving out, with long hair like a mane with golden shimmers of tinsel through it. He’s dressed like a lion, a showy badge on his chest, and he roared when Steve opened the door. 

Behind them is an adult, probably their dad or something, dressed in grey with silver all over him, a funnel wrapped in foil on his head, a big red heart stitched into his shirt, and he’s holding a lead that’s got a little black cat on the end of it, with bows around its collar. 

They’re dressed as The Wizard Of Oz, Steve thinks, and they look awesome. Steve wishes he had friends or family to go trick or treating with. All he’s got is Mrs. Delores, from across the street to look after him tonight, and she’s been asleep on the couch since five o’clock. She’d never take him anyway, says Halloween is for the energised, whatever that means. 

“Cool costumes!” Steve says, puts on the brightest smile he can muster, just like his mom taught him. He grabs the candy bowl and holds it out for them to stuff their pillow cases with, “I love Wizard Of Oz— isn’t Toto a dog though?” 

“Yeah, but Eddie only has a cat.” The girl answers as the boy digs through the bowl, clearly looking for something specific, “I think she’s crazy enough to be a dog though! Makes the funniest noises ever.”

“Yeah, she’s the funniest.” The lion boy giggles, waggles the Milky Way he found in the air, “She’s crazy too, I found her by the quarry one day, and Wayne said I can keep her.”

Steve thinks the tin man is Wayne, gives the man a smile and offers the candy bowl to him, which he politely declines. 

“That’s cool, I’m not allowed pets. Especially strays, mom says they’re filthy.” 

“Cthulhu is filthy, but she doesn’t stink more than Eddie!” The girl teases, already eating a caramel treat, chocolate all over her mouth. 

Eddie punches her in the arm hard, “I don’t stink! Cthulhu is the best kitty in the world.” He bends down, picking the cat up under the arms and snuggling her, and she hisses and squeaks at him, “Aren’t you Cthulhu? You’re the best kitty cat in the world.” 

Cthulhu meows and puts her paw on Eddie’s face, and Steve laughs. He’s always wanted a pet, loves them so much. He Loves all animals. 

“Can I pet her?”

Eddie looks up at him from his snuggle with Cthulhu and arches his eyebrow, “Perhaps.” 

“Oh, lord.” The man mutters to himself behind them, and it seems like maybe Steve shouldn’t have asked. 

“Eddie’s very protective of Cthulhu because she’s a scared cat. She was really sick when we found her! So small you could see her ribs, it was so sad!” The girl informs him, very eager to teach, “She’s just a poor little kitty, and only loves me and Eddie and Wayne and no one else.” 

“It’s true, she bites people you know? If they get too close.” Eddie says ominously, holding onto Cthulhu like she’s a precious treasure that Steve is trying to steal, “One time Nash from across the trailer park tried to feed her tuna and she bit a chunk out of his hand! It was so funny, there was blood everywhere. He screamed so loud, the stupid fuck-“

“Language.” The man said, glaring at Eddie. 

“Uh, I mean, the stupid wimp.” 

“It’s true, did you know?” The girl nodded as she spoke, nodded so much Steve thought her head would fall off, “We hate Nash, he’s so mean.” 

“I would maybe let you pet her, if she likes you, which she probably won’t because she doesn’t like anyone except for us.” Eddie said, scratching Cthulhu behind the ear to make her purr, giving her little kisses to make her smile, “But, you must also pass the test.”

“What test?” Steve asked, curious now. He’d really like to pet Cthulhu, if she’d let him. 

“First, you have to swear to never, ever be mean to an animal ever.” The girl said. 

Then dramatically, Eddie added in, “Second, you have to swear allegiance to Robin and I forever and ever, which also means you swear allegiance to all underdogs by proxy-“

“I don’t know what any of that means.” Steve mutters, ashamed of himself. He’s been doing really bad at school lately, he knows he’s dumb, his dad tells him all the time. 

“Ed, remember not everyone reads Tolkien by the time they’re eight.” 

“Right.” Eddie nods, smiles up at Steve, “Uh, it means you have to swear to at least be nice to us always, like, friendly! No bullying us or being rude or anything. And also the same goes for every nerd or weird kid.” 

“Yeah, you can’t be mean to weird kids ever.” 

“Are you weird kids?” Steve asked, looking them over. He doesn’t think they’re weird, he thinks they’re cool, they have the coolest costumes he’s seen all night, they put a lot of effort into them. 

“The weirdest ever, actually.” Eddie states, nodding like he’s proud of it. 

Robin, the girl, nods in agreement. 

“Okay.” Steve shrugs, “I don’t care if people are weird, you have cool costumes.” 

“That’s really nice, thanks!” Robin says, but Eddie gives him a funny look. 

“Where’s your costume? And why aren’t you trick or treating? Are you sick or something?”

“Uhm, I just don’t want to.” Steve lies, he feels stupid because he wants to cry. 

“Oh, okay, weird.” Eddie says and stands again, keeps Cthulhu in his arms and Robin leans over to pet her too, “The third rule is that you have to give us an extra candy bar-“

“That’s not one of the rules?” Robin intervenes, clearly confused by this, which Steve finds funny. 

“Shh!” Eddie hisses, “Come on, it’s Halloween, it’s a special extra holiday rule.” 

“I don’t think that’s fair.”

“It’s just one extra candy bar. Besides, would you prefer stupid Jason come by and steal an extra one like he did at the last house?” 

“No.” Robin admits and turns to Steve, “Okay, yeah, an extra candy bar.” 

“And also, the last rule is-“

“You have to stand on one foot and hop on the spot and sing Soft Kitty!” 

“Hey, I wanted to say that part.” Eddie groans at her. 

“You always say that part.” Robin bickers back, and Eddie starts to sulk. 

Steve wishes he had friends like that. 

“Do you agree with the rules?” Robin asks, and Steve nods. 

“Sure.” He says. 

“Okay, fine.” Eddie said, snapping out of his hunch to grin at Steve again, “But don’t be offended if she doesn’t like you. She hates everyone. She was even scared of us for the first few days!” 

“Yeah, it’s true.” Robin agrees, watching Eddie set Cthulhu down, taking the leash from the older man, “She’s such a poor little kitty. Eddie, show him the scars you have! I can’t or it will stuff up my costume.” 

“Oh, yeah!” Eddie grins, shoving the sleeves up his arms to reveal an array of tiny bites and scratches, “Gnarly, huh?”

“I thought he had rabies! I was so scared, but it’s okay, we all got a rabies shot.” 

“Yeah, I almost passed out, I hate needles.” 

“It was really funny, the nurses had to give him three lollipops to stop him crying-“

“Hey! Don’t tell him that, he won’t think I’m cool.” Eddie punches her again. Robin punches him back. 

“He probably already thinks you’re not cool, Eddie. Everyone thinks you’re not cool, and he’s rich.” 

“Oh, yeah.” Eddie mutters, shrugs like he no longer cares, loosens Cthulhu’s lead a little, “Anyway, just don’t take it personally if she tries to kill you or anything, she especially doesn’t like mean people or rich people. She only likes freaks and weirdos I think, ‘cause we’re like her, you know? She’s a good cat like that. So yeah, just don’t like, get upset if she hates—“

They all stop and stare when Cthulhu wanders over the threshold to Steve’s house, looking up at him with her tail in the air as she goes. She walks right up to Steve, rubs her face against his shin and weaves between his legs, stretching out and laying on his fluffy slipperd feet. 

Behind them, the older man snickers, and Eddie glares back at him. 

He takes a few steps away to catch his breath as he laughs, muttering as he goes, “Spoke too soon, boy, what’d I tell ya?” 

Eddie growls and looks back at Cthulhu like she’s betrayed him. Robin is just smiling, which is nice, she has a very happy smile. 

“I think she likes him, Eddie.” Robin says, and Eddie growls again. 

“So, can I pet her?” Steve asks.

“You have to do the ritual.” Eddie says with sass, like it’s a challenge, like Steve won’t do it, “Swear kindness to all animals.” 

“Obviously, I love animals.” Steve said with a frown. 

“That one’s easy, you’d be a total psycho if you didn’t!” 

“Okay, swear you’ll never be mean to an outcast or a weirdo.” Robin said. 

“Okay— but what about if a weirdo is mean to me first? Can I be mean back?” He asked, because the rules seemed a little biassed. 

“Eh, makes sense.” Robin nodded, “What do you think, Eddie?” 

“I agree. Not like a weirdo would ever be mean to a rich kid.” He said, shrugging. 

Steve arched his eyebrow at the boy, put his hands on his hips unimpressed, “I swear it, idiot.” 

“Hey, you can’t—“

“You said I can, if you’re mean first.” 

“I’m not— Wayne! Stop laughing at me!” Eddie huffed back at the man, facing Steve again, he said, “I’m not mean to you.” 

“You are. You said Cthulhu would probably hate me cause I’m rich. I’m not even rich, I just live here.” 

Beside him, Robin nodded, “You are kinda mean sometimes, Eddie.” 

Eddie looked like a fish out of water. The old man was still laughing, hunched over from it now. 

“We can call it even, if you’re nice to me from now on.” Steve states, holding out his hand in an offer. 

Eddie looks at his hand and considers it, looks back at Steve and sighs, “I’m sorry, okay, you're right. We can call it even.” 

Steve smiles and solidifies the shake, wondering why his stomach goes all fluttery. 

“Three!” Robin interrupts, literally leaning over to get between them, “Extra candy bar.” 

Steve smiles and lets them both have at it again, holding it steady as they aggressively rifle through the bowl in hunt of their desired treasure. Robin eats half of hers again when she gets it, drops the other half in her pillow case. 

“And the dance!” Eddie chimes in, carefully placing his sweet in the sack, “For a whole minute.” 

“How am I supposed to hop on one foot when Cthulhu is laying on my slippers?” 

“Uh, that’s a good point, Eddie. You know Cthulhu hates being disturbed.” Robin whispers, like she’s scared she’ll suddenly wake the sleeping kitty. 

Eddie pouts, looking down at the animal to come up with an answer. It takes him a while. Steve comes up with one first. 

He grabs the bowl of sweets again and dumps half in Robin's sack, and the other half in Eddie’s. A trade, extra candy so he doesn’t have to do the dance. 

“Awesome!” Robin grins, beaming down at her loot. 

“What about your leftovers?” Eddie asks, looking sadly at the big empty bowl, “You won’t have any leftovers! And you’re not trick or treating, so how would you get chocolate?” 

“It’s okay, mom doesn’t really like when I eat chocolate. Says it will make my teeth fall out—“

“Ah! Is that true?” Robin asks, her mouth full of melted chocolate again. She looks back at the man in fear, “Wayne! Are my teeth gonna fall out?”

“No.” He says, stern and sharp, “My mama used to tell me the same thing. You’re supposed to have treats, you’re a kid.” 

Oh, Steve thinks to himself, he’s a kid. 

“Oh, thank goodness.” Robin huffs and keeps munching away. 

“Here.” Eddie smiles, and he’s got a handful of candy bars taken from his pillow case, holding them out to Steve, “You deserve some chocolate too!” 

Steve blushes and takes the sweets, can’t find the Strength to protest when he really, really wants it. He stashes them in his pockets and tells himself not to forget about them. 

“Do you want some more?” Eddie asks, “I know how it feels to have no candy on Halloween, it sucks. I never got to trick-or-treat when I was little, my dad couldn’t be bothered and my mama was always sick.”

Steve frowns, looks at the boy and doesn’t even get another word in before Eddie’s reaching over and stuffing another handful of chocolate into Steve’s other pocket. He gives it a firm pat, stands up straight again, and smiles. 

Steve doesn’t know what to do. 

He thinks he’d like to be friends with these kids. 

“Can I pet your cat now?” He asks, too scared to say anything else. His dad says he’s too much of a wimp these days, and needs to man up. 

“Of course.” Eddie smiles, nods his head. 

Steve crouches down, careful not to move his feet and disturb the kitty, and he strokes from her head down her back until she purrs. She purrs so much her whole body starts to vibrate, it makes the three of them laugh. 

“She’s so cute, huh?” Robin asks, crouched down too to watch. 

“She’s the best kitty cat ever.” Eddie agrees, reaching to scratch under her chin with a finger, and Cthulhu smiles and tries to bite his finger, “No silly! I’m not a Halloween candy.” 

“She’s so soft.” Steve muses, can’t stop petting her, “She’s so cute.” 

“Super cute.” 

“The cutest!” Robin shouts, slaps a hand over her mouth when she realises how loud she was. 

“I wish I had a cat.” Steve sighs. 

“You can visit her sometimes, if you like?” Eddie asks, his cheeks all red for some reason, “Wayne doesn’t mind if I have friends at the trailer, and it would be mean to keep Cthulhu from her new best friend.” 

“You mean it?” Steve asks, feels himself smiling so wide his cheeks get warm, “For real?” 

“Yeah.” Eddie nods, gets very nervous when he says, “And… and maybe we could play, or something?” 

Steve nods his head, he hasn’t had a friend to play with since Tommy decided they were too cool for make believe, “Yes please.”

“You probably won’t want to if you’re cool and not a weirdo.” Robin says, doesn’t even look up as she speaks, too busy petting Cthulhu, “Eddie likes weird games, he always makes me be the dragon he has to fight and slay.” 

“I thought you liked being the dragon? You make such good dragon noises.” 

“Of course I do.” Robin huffs, looking over at him, “But he might not like being a dragon.” 

“Well he wouldn’t be the dragon, ‘cause you’re always the dragon.”

“We’ll, maybe he won’t want to be the knight either!” 

“I’m always the knight.” Eddie huffed and turned to Steve, wearing a very determined glare, “What do you want to be when we play fantasy? You could be the horse, but that’s probably boring. Or I suppose you could be the princess I rescue, because Cthulhu is always the princess. You can’t be the evil troll because Wayne’s really good at being grumpy. Or you can be something new if you like?” 

“I can be anything.” Steve shrugged, “I’ve never played fantasy before. It sounds fun.” 

“It’s so fun!” Robin grinned, “Maybe you could be the prince and Eddie can rescue you too!” 

“I’m really good at rescuing.” Eddie stated. 

“Okay.” Steve smiled, “Whatever you guys want.” He says, because he’s excited enough they want him there at all, he would play the tree if they wanted. 

“Cool.” Eddie grinned, totally delighted by this. 

“Thanks for letting me pet your cat.” Steve said, knowing he shouldn’t keep them any longer. They have more trick-or-treating to get too, and the man taking them is probably bored. “I think your costumes are really cool and creative.” 

“Thanks, we made them ourselves, Eddie’s really good at sewing and painting!” Robin grinned. 

“Well, Wayne had to help with the sewing machine. And Robin did all the decorations.” 

“That’s so cool.” Steve grinned, the words toppling out of his mouth before he could stop himself, “I wish I knew how to make costumes, my mom never makes me costumes, I miss trick-or-treating.” 

“I thought you said you didn’t feel like it?” Robin asked, and Steve stared at her, caught red. 

“Why doesn’t your mom make your costumes?” Eddie asked, looking so terribly sad about it, “Why don’t you go trick-or-treating? Is your mummy sick too?” 

Embarrassed, Steve shook his head, eyes averted to the ground as he shamefully admitted, “My parents don’t really care about this stuff, they say it’s for kids, and it’s silly. They’re never home anyway.” 

“But you are a kid.” Robin says, confused. 

Steve feels that harshly for the second time tonight. 

“I think your parents are stupid.” Eddie says flatly, and Steve thinks he’s awesome. 

“Eddie!” The older man snaps from behind, “That’s not very nice now, come on.” 

“But it’s true.” Eddie huffs, “Your parents sound like they suck. My dad sucked too. He’s in prison, you know, cause he sucks.” 

“Eddie really doesn’t like his dad.” Robin said, still crouched down to pet Cthulhu, not looking up at them as she spoke. 

Quietly, for the first time ever, Steve admitted something back, “I don’t like my dad either.” 

Eddie smiled at him, held up his hand in this strange symbol, his pinky and pointer finger extended whilst the others were folded. 

“What’s that?” 

“Metal.” Eddie said, a cool smile as he nodded. And Steve had no idea what metal means, but he makes the symbol back and smiles, because Eddie seems to think it’s cool, so it must be. 

“Cool.” 

“Do you want to come trick or treating with us?” He asks, and Steve thinks yes, but holds himself back. 

“Oh, yeah, please come!” Robin grins, up and jumping on the spot now. 

“We don’t even have a Dorothy.” Eddie says, “We don’t even have the main character!” 

“I told you to be Dorothy.” Robin tells him, “You have the perfect hair for it.” 

“Yeah, but I wanted to wear my lion costume again. It saved more time! We had to spend all our time making your costume!” 

Robin shrugged and looked back at Steve, “Do you wanna be Dorothy?” 

“Isn’t she a girl?” 

“So.” Eddie shrugged, “I think Toto’s a boy, and Cthulhu is pretending to be him��� and Robins being a boy scarecrow. It’s just a costume.” 

“But she wears a dress. I don’t have a dress.” 

“You can be a boy Dorothy if you like?” Robin answers. 

“Or, you can be a girl Dorothy in pants.” Eddie adds on, “And I’m really good at making costumes, I bet I can help you come up with something cool. And then you can walk Cthulhu all night if you like, ‘cause Toto is Dorothy’s pet!” 

Steve does like the sound of going trick-or-treating with these guys. And he really likes the sound of hanging out with Cthulhu all night, she’s such a cute kitty, still sleeping on his slippers. 

Steve worries his lip and looks at the old man past them, wondering if he’ll tell Steve to stay home for wanting to dress up like a girl. 

“You’re welcome to join if you want, kid, I’ll just need to talk to whoever’s lookin’ after ya.” 

Steve is sort of scared to wake Mrs. Deloris, she’s a real hag when she’s grumpy. 

But, he’d like to go trick-or-treating even more. And this might be his only ever chance. 

”I’d really like to.” Steve says, and the three of them seem happy with his answer. 

Eddie dives down and grabs Cthulhu so Steve can move, which is a big mistake because she starts hissing and trying to scratch Eddie’s face, and he screams, the old man and Robin have to intervene. 

Steve rushes over to Mrs. Delores to wake her with a fright, and he tells her his plans, doesn’t ask, and she gets up in a grump to go talk to the man at the door. 

When Steve makes it back to them, Eddie’s got a bloody scratch on his cheek, but he doesn’t seem to mind it, he’s still holding Cthulhu as she naps in his arms, and he kisses her between the ears adoringly. 

“I wouldn’t know how to make a Dorothy costume.” Steve says, and this seems to excite Eddie and Robin. 

“Can we come in? We’ll help!” Eddie asks. 

“And your house is so big.” Robin wonders, leaning forward to inspect the inside, “I’ve never been in a house this big before.” 

“Me either.” Eddie muses, “Do you have a hot tub?”

Steve leads them inside, and up the stairs, “No, but I have a pool.” 

“Cool!” Eddie grins. 

“Do you have a cinema?” 

“No.” Steve giggles, “Of course not.” 

“Do you have two bathrooms?” Eddie asks.

Steve furrows his brow at the weird question, “Uh, yeah— or three if you count the extra toilet.”

“Woah!” The two say in unison, their eyes wandering around Steve’s house as they walk. 

“That’s so cool.” Eddie says.

“I’ve always wanted two bathrooms. My dad gets pee all over the toilet seat, and me and mom hate it.” Robin adds, and Steve decides to laugh, because Eddie is. 

He thought everyone had two bathrooms. He’s never shared one with his parents. That seems so strange. He’s not even allowed in his parents bathroom, they get so mad at him if he goes in there. 

He leads the pair into his bedroom and they go right for his wardrobe, diving right in without asking. Not that Steve cares, he thinks they’re so nice, and he’s excited to have more friends. 

They’re talking amongst themselves, chattering and chattering, agreeing and disagreeing. 

“Would you wear a skirt?” Eddie turns around to ask. 

“I don’t have a skirt.” Steve says back. 

“That’s not what I asked.” 

“I guess.” Steve shrugged, “But it’s too cold for a skirt! It’s windy outside.” 

“He’s got a point.” Robin says, and Eddie nods. 

“Will your dad be mad if we cut up one of his shirts?” 

Steve’s eyes widened, he think his dad would definitely mind. But, he’s not home, won’t be for another week at least. Besides, he might not even notice, if Steve hides the evidence.  

He shakes his head no. 

“Does he have a blue button up?” 

Steve nods, knows he does. He has like, a billion of them. 

He races to go get one, finding one that’s got little blue and white checkers all over it, thinking it would be perfect for Dorothy. When he shows it to Eddie, he’s excited, says it’s perfect. 

Robin hands Steve a white t-shirt and a pair of blue jeans and tells him to change into them whilst they work on the dress. Steve rushes to change in the bathroom, can’t wait, he’s so excited. 

By the time he comes back out, the sleeves of his dads shirt have been cut off, and the collar removed to make straps instead, and Eddie’s making Steve put it on, and it’s long, like a dress. He’s cut one of the sleeves to make a belt, ties it around Steve’s waist with a bow, and Robin ties the other on his head. 

He’s still got his slippers on, which they decide are perfect, because they’re fuzzy red Elmo slippers, just like Dorothy’s shoes. Steve hasn’t felt this cool in a long time, he likes how creative Eddie and Robin are. 

He half expects to be told off when they get back down, yapping away to Cthulhu about the next houses they’re gonna hit, but the old man doesn’t mind that Steve’s in a dress. 

In fact, he compliments him, “Cool costume, looks just like the movie, kid.” He says, waves them all out the door, “Come on, it’s getting late and I have to have you home by ten.” 

“Quick!” Eddie says, putting Cthulhu down and letting Steve take her lead, “We’ve got so many more houses to get to.” 

“Wait! Dorothy doesn’t- wait, what’s your name?” Robin asks, and Steve feels silly for not having introduced himself. 

“Oh, it’s Steve.” He says, walking down the steps, Cthulhu right beside him. 

“That’s cool, I’m Robin, and he’s Eddie.” Robin said, “We’re best friends, we take art class together.” 

“Wow, you do art?” Steve asks, “I like colouring.” 

“Colouring is cool.” Eddie smiled, five steps ahead of everyone else, “I like drawing best. I draw monsters mostly.” 

“They’re so creepy.” Robin giggles, “It’s for his nerd game he likes. Watch out, he’ll probably make you try and play it. It’s so confusing.” 

“It’s not confusing. It’s just roleplay! It’s called Dungeons and Dragons, and it’s the coolest game in the world.” 

“Sounds fun.” Steve says, even though the dungeon part worries him. 

“What were you gonna say before, Robin?” Eddie asked, “You seemed so worried.” 

“Oh, uhm, I can’t- Steve doesn’t have a pillowcase!” She gasped, turning to Steve. 

“Oh no.” He said, looking back at his house, already a block away now. 

“It’s okay!” Eddie said, running back to them, “Steve can share mine, we’ll split all my candy down the middle since you missed so much. Come on, that house always has the best stuff.” He says, grabbing Steve by the wrist and pulling him along to run. 

Steve lets him, giggling as the three of them run through the street up to the house. His skin tingles where Eddie holds it, which is strange, but he doesn’t mind. It’s sort of nice. Eddie is really nice. 

“Come on.” He says, shoving Steve to the grand front door of the house they’re at, “You should do the honours, Steve, since you haven’t in ages! Come on, come on!” 

Nervously, Steve lifts his hand and rings the doorbell. And when the woman answers the door, he grins, and shouts, “Trick-or-treat!” Louder than he should have. 

The three get their fill of candy and head away to the next house, playing with Cthulhu as they go, comparing which chocolates are their favourites. 

Eddie says his favourites are milky ways, Steve says they’re his favourites too, and Eddie’s cheeks go red again at the fact. 

They manage to hit fifteen more houses before Steve has to go home, and Eddie’s pillow case is so full they decide to carry it together, so it’s not too heavy. 

They sit on the floor by the open door to divvy it out, Robin sits beside them eating more of her candy. Mrs. Delores comes out to flirt with Wayne, who Steve learned is Eddie’s uncle that he lives with, and apparently a lot of old ladies flirt with him. 

They split the chocolates clean down the middle, having an even amount in the bag. And Steve’s excited, because he’s got five milky ways, can’t wait to eat them. Eddie’s got six, at Steve’s insistence as payment for making his costume. 

At the last minute, when they’re scooping their treats back into Eddie’s pillow case and the candy bowl by Steve’s door, he remembers the pocketed treats from before, and races away to get them. He quickly divvys them between him and Eddie, gives the extra one to Wayne as a thank you, and says goodbye to his new friends. Especially Cthulhu. 

“Remember you have to come visit.” Eddie says sternly, watching Steve snuggle the cat, “Cthulhu will get depressed without you.” 

“Promise.” Steve nods. 

“Maybe you can come on Saturday! And maybe Tuesdays after five o'clock! And also Wednesdays after school, and Fridays too—“

“That’s when Robin comes over to my house. We hang out a lot.” 

“We’re best friends.” Robin nods. 

“That sounds like a good idea. Maybe I can come after school on Wednesday.” 

“Okay!” They both shout in unison. 

“Bye, Steve!” Robin shouts, beginning to hop down the steps, “See you around.” 

“Come here, kitty kitty.” Eddie says, tries to grab Cthulhu but she doesn’t let him. Hisses at Eddie and snuggles against Steve. Eddie looks very betrayed again, “Cthulhu! I said come here.” 

She just meowed. 

Steve laughed, handed her back over to Eddie with a little fight and apologised, “Sorry, Cthulhu. We’ll have to cuddle another time.” 

“She really loves group cuddles, you know.” Eddie blurts out, looks embarrassed again, “Just so you know.” 

Steve smiles, thinking he might like a group cuddle with them some time, “Okay.” He’s got butterflies again. 

“Okay.” 

Eddie’s so nice. 

“I’m gonna go now.” He mutters, “But you can come play whenever— not just when Robin’s there, okay?” 

“Okay.” Steve smiled again. It’s all he can do, really. 

“Nice to meet you, Steve.” 

“Nice to meet you too, Eddie.” 

Eddie blushes and ducks his head, waving as he turns away, “I think you look nice, by the way, in your costume. Blue looks really nice on you.” 

Steve blushes too, “Thanks, Eddie.” 

He doesn’t say anything else, just bounces away, catching up to his uncle who’s holding Robin's hand as they walk. Steve watches them walk away, stands silently at the door with a fuzzy feeling in his stomach. 

Wayne scruffs Eddie’s head as they walk away, “Steve seems nice.” He says, sounds like he’s teasing. 

Eddie hunches his shoulders up, glances back at Steve and looks away again immediately, grits out, “Shut up.” 

“What’s going on?” Robin asks, leaning into Eddie’s space. 

“Nothing!—“

“Eddie thinks Steve’s nice.” 

Eddie groans, and Steve doesn’t understand why that’s such a big deal. Steve is nice, isn’t he? 

Isn’t he? 

“Ohh!” Robin muses, skips a few steps ahead and starts singing as the reach the street, “Eddie and Steve, sitting in the tree—“

“Shhh! He’s gonna hear you.” 

“K. I. S. S. I. N. G—“

“I’m gonna kill you!” Eddie groaned, running straight for her. 

Robin erupted in giggles, running away down the street, into the night.  

Steve closes the door and looks down at his bowl of candy, can’t help himself, just wants one before bed. He goes to grab a Milky Way, and something catches his attention. 

He’s supposed to have five. But there are— one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven in the bowl. 

Eddie snuck Steve all of his, even though they’re his favourites. 

Steve can’t wait to hang out with his new friends Robin and Eddie. 

Especially Eddie. 

Steve doesn’t think he’s gonna have a lonely Halloween ever again. 

[imthursdaysyme]

Latino Wayne and Eddie

[like-what-the-fuck-scoob]

Thirty Seconds (Little!Eddie Munson x Caregiver! Reader)

This fic is a combination of these ask requests:

Summary: Little!Eddie x Caregiver!Reader. A clingy Eddie refuses to let you go to the bathroom alone. So, you come up with an idea to help keep his tears at bay. In this fic, it is implied that Eddie is regressed to a very young age. He is nonverbal, and struggles to walk without support.

Word Count: 1.2k

Content Warnings: Age regression (sfw only). Eddie crying. Eddie being clingy. Eddie is nonverbal. Eddie is too regressed to walk without support. Fluff.

Authors Note: This type of fic has been requested a few times! And I've finally gotten round to writing it. Little Eddie has my heart ❤️

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"One moment sweetheart, I gotta nip to the bathroom, kay?" Your voice soothing and gentle, you tried to make this as easy for him as possible.

Since the ordeal of Vecna's curse, Eddie hadn't been the same. His mental state in decline, his trauma responses had been sadly worsening through the months, the metalhead desperate to escape the shackles of his mind.

Though, one particular coping mechanism was rather unexpected to say least, with both Wayne and yourself needing to put certain measures in place should Eddie slip. Today was one of those days.

Surrounded by plushies, blankets, and toys of every variety, the brunette sat contently in his soft play area, enjoying the simple pleasures of life outside of adulthood.

Though, with that, came some more difficult nuances to his regression. Needing constant supervision, the curly haired menace couldn't be trusted alone, with countless head bumps and knee scrapes telling of his true lapse in age. Not to mention his visceral need for reassurance and company, as the little fought his inner demons.

With Wayne working, that left you to play the role of caregiver; a role you were now greatly familiar with, something which you often found yourself enjoying as you tended to the needy metalhead. Whether Eddie needed play or comfort, you didn't hesitate to provide either, a privilege to be trusted by your damaged partner.

Yet, now, as you turned to make your way to the bathroom, it seemed there was a small problem on your hands. With wide eyes and a quivering lip, your little guy outstretched his arms to you, a silent plea to let him come with you.

"Honey, I'm so sorry." You cooed, lacing your fingers with his own. "You can't come, but I'll only be thirty seconds, okay?"

Unfortunately, for the brunette, thirty seconds was still thirty seconds too long. Being away from you felt unbearable, his thoughts and anxieties creeping up on him with every moment he was left alone. Shaking his head, tears began to form in Eddie's eyes at the thought of you being out of sight, left to fight the darkness, his darkness, on his own.

"Oh, sweetheart, please don't cry." You hushed him, pulling him into your chest as you raked a hand through his curls. "I'll be back before you know it!" Trying to focus on the positives, you cracked a smile, in hopes of your partner holding on to the thought of you coming back, rather than you leaving. But the little guy was smart, and he saw straight through your words. Despite his state, Eddie was no fool, and your heart ached to see him finally break down.

Sobs wracking his form, he clung to you with clawing hands, his eyes desperate and searching, begging for some kind of compromise. "U-Um, um, um..." His voice a panic, it was as if his throat had closed up, leaving him tongue tied, unable to articulate as his emotions overwhelmed him. In his anxious brain, he knew what he wanted to say: Please don't leave, I need you, please stay, I don't feel safe. But the words never came.

Holding him, reassuring your love was all you could do. Drawing soft circles on his back, you stayed with him for a few minutes, whispering sweet nothings until his breathing began to slow. It was a welcome moment of calm, but you knew the moment you stood up, the tears would start again.

Wracking your brain, you decided to try something new. Albeit a little risky, it seemed the only practical solution. "Hey bubba, you really wanna come with me?" Eddie's eyes lit up in an instant, nodding eagerly, an adorable smile lighting his previously sorrowful expression. You chuckled, "Okay then sweetheart, c'mere you." Supporting his weight, you helped him from the play area, walking him over to the bathroom at the opposite end of the trailer. It was almost endearing, to see the dungeon master, usually goofy and hyper, stumble and struggle as he shuffled under your hold. His legs buckling, Eddie sank to the floor, perching on his knees by the door.

Reaching for the doorknob, you gently batted him away. "Nu uh, you can't come inside honey." Carefully wrapping your arms around his torso, you adjusted him slightly, positioning him leaning comfortably against the wall. "But I'll be right here. Just on the other side of this wall, is that okay?" Predictably, the brunette whimpered, fresh tears brimming the corner of his eyelids as he gazed up at you. Though expected, his cries nonetheless broke your heart every time. Untangling yourself from his embrace, you finally stepped into the bathroom. "I'll be thirty seconds bubba. You got this. You're so strong." Blowing a kiss to your little man, you gave one final reassurance before closing the door.

Almost immediately, Eddie's sobs echoed through the wood, his voice wavering as he tried calling for you, "U-Um, um, UM, UM." Tears of your own threatening to spill, the panic in his tone was evident, unable to settle without you.

In desperation, you attempted to calm him, to prove to him that you were there. With a deep inhale, you began to softly seranade him, a familiar song in your relationship.

~ Wise men say, only fools rush in ~

The melody seemed to snap the brunette from his mental torture, finding peace and clarity within the song. Within your voice.

~ But I can't help, falling in love with you ~

Sobs faded into small hiccups, screams dissolved into faint whimpers, and a hopeful hum escaped Eddie's lips as he gazed at the bathroom.

~ Shall I stay? Would it be a sin?

For I can't help, falling in love with you ~

Finishing up, you leant an ear to the crack in the door, only to hear the low sniffles from tears that once were. You smiled to yourself, proud of him, proud of you both, before heading out.

At the first turn of the doorknob, the metalhead gasped in anticipation, before beaming a toothy grin as you bounded towards him. "Hi baby! You did so good!" Praising the little menace, you crouched beside him, peppering kisses over his delicate cheeks before he engulfed you in a tight cuddle. "Come on sweetheart, let's get you back to your play area hm?" You guided him between giggles, again helping him maneuver to his usual safe space.

Ruffling his hair, you breathed a sigh of relief as your partner played contently with his plushies, your attention captured by the book in your hands as you settled next to the dungeon master.

"Um." Eddie's sweet sound caught you off guard, the little usually only stuttering when he felt upset or scared. Yet, as you gazed up from your book, your eyes locked with his brown ones, radiant and glistening he stared at you. A finger pointing to your chest, he bounced up and down with a smile.

With a loving gaze, you interlocked your pinky with his outstretched finger.

"I love you too, Eddie."

[tallyhoot]

Mew!

I has beeen visitde by the Kibby!!!

[laneybishop89]

Bobby is in for a surprise when he confronts Eddie about his lack of dropping.

[yesisgreat]

[mariekanker]

visual gags that are well made and smart

[little-annie]

I know I already reblogged this... but I felt compelled to write a little story to go along with it.

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“Hi there Mr.Frog.” A six year old Eddie Munson whispers while lying on his belly just behind Mrs. Jansen’s trailer. He's barefoot, a little covered in mud from hopping around like his new amphibious friend, and with rosy cheeks his curls hang only a few inches from his head.

The frog -Mr. Frog- ribbits at him and after a short giggle Eddie ribbits back.

He's at Uncle Wayne's for the week, dropped off by his momma on one of her trips into the city. Left to run free and frolic through the trailer park. Wayne knows everyone there, it's a small town, it's safe, and Eddie has been having the time of his life making new friends. Aside from Mr. Frog, Mrs. Jansen is his favourite. She always has cookies and even though she smells like cigarettes and cheap perfume, Eddie always loves the hugs she gives every time he visits.

After a while of ribbiting back and forth between him and the frog, Eddie eventually manages to scoop up the tiny animal and drop it into the front breast pocket of his overalls.

Surprising to anyone but Eddie, the frog happily settles in. Little beady eyes alert and tiny slimy arms hanging over the worn brown denim. It ribbits occasionally, but settles in for the ride.

Slowly making his way back to Wayne's trailer, Eddie manages to introduce his frog friend to a few more residents of the trailer park. All of which smile and laugh, giving Eddie's curly little head a ruffle and greeting the frog just how a six year old would see fit.

When he reaches the trailer and finds Wayne working beneath one of his trucks, Eddie runs the few remaining feet to his uncle. The frog bouncing around in his pocket, Eddie happily yells Wayne's name on repeat until the old man pops out from beneath his vehicle.

When Wayne's upright, there's a sigh of exhaustion puffed out of his smoke stained lips, but along with it there's also a smile as he crouches down to Eddie's height and gives the frog a little pat on the head.

“Boy, what am I going to do with you?”

Nearly bouncing on his heels, Eddie chants, “Can I keep him Uncle Wayne? Can I keep him? Can I keep him?”

Wayne smiles fondly just like he always does and ruffles Eddie's curls. “We gotta ask your momma, but I'm sure you can.”

Eddie jumps excitedly, the poor frog bouncing around in his pocket as he does so, and running as fast as his bare little feet can take him, Eddie hardly hears as Wayne calls after him, “Boy, where the hell are your shoes!?”

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As the week passes Eddie and Mr. Frog become fast friends. To Wayne's horror the frog does everything with Eddie. Sleeps alongside him in bed, follows him with jumping steps through the trailer, swims through the warm waters of the tub, and eats his meal of crickets that Wayne had to go buy from the pet store, while they eat their breakfast, lunch and dinner.

A few times Wayne has even caught the frog happily sitting on Eddie's head as the boy sits cross-legged on the floor watching TV.

By the time Elsie comes back around, Eddie can't wait to introduce Mr. Frog to his momma.

She and Wayne are having coffee in the kitchen when Eddie comes clambering up the steps of the trailer. Thankfully wearing shoes -the boy's mother would have Wayne's head had she known Wayne allows Eddie to run around barefoot- Eddie's all bright eyes and bouncing curls as he looks to his chagrined momma. It's in the same instant that she fondly sighs the boy's name, that he blurts out, “Uncle Wayne said I could keep him!”

Giving Wayne a side eyed glance like she knows Eddie's words are those of the muddled mind of a child and not entirely true, she still smiles and crouches to her knees, “Let me meet your new friend baby, come here.”

Giggling, Eddie comes running.

visits to uncle waynes house

[nostalgic-shamefest]

He's getting dragged out, kicking and clawing at the closet!

[xamag-draws]

I had a wonderful opportunity to make some pixel art for this Welcome Home update!! Huge thanks to Clown for having me, I hope these brought at least 1% more joy to your peepers than the site already has 🙏

[resident-gay-bitch]

"that's not how you do it." steve said, his tone a little bitchy as he looked at the curly haired boy sitting on the floor in the doctors waiting room across from him.

"what do you mean that's not how you do it?" the boy said with a shriek, holding the ken and gi joe dolls in his hands out aggressively, "they're dolls! they have no rules, idiot."

"don't call me that, i'm not an idiot. i'll tell my mum on you." steve poked his tongue out.

"dibber dobber." the boy poked his tongue right back out, "plus, i don't think you know much about playing with toys because you're stacking jenga wrong."

"i'm building a house with it." steve said simply, stacking another block onto it.

"it's a shit house." the boy said, going back to his dolls.

steve gasped, "you can't say that!"

"my dad says it all the time." he shrugged, "you know, if you can build a really bad jenga house, then i think i can play with the dolls however i want."

"no." steve said, "plus, it's not a bad house!"

"it has no structural inter-egg-raty."

steve scrunched up his nose, "i don't think that's how you say that word."

"i don't care." the boy said, swinging his ken doll out to knock over steves house.

"hey!" steve gasped, and then covered his mouth to cough, "that was so mean."

"just wanted to prove my point." the boy said, "plus, if you think i'm playing dolls so wrong, then you should teach me how to do them right."

steve rolled his eyes and huffed, "fine." he crawled over to the curly haired boy, who was grinning very widely.

"so, are you joe or ken?" the boy said, holding up the dolls.

"neither." steve scoffed, "if you want to make your dolls kiss, it has to be a boy and a girl."

"nuh ahhhh." the boy shook his head out.

"yes." steve huffed, and grabbed a mangled barbie doll out of the toy box to play with, "look... barbie and ken go together. ken and gi joe aren't even close!"

"they're secret boyfriends." the boy shrugged.

"two boys can't kiss." steve glared at him, like he was dumb, and he was.

"yes they can." the boy shrugged.

"no." steve shook his head, "my dad says it's super bad and evil and will make you really sick... is that why you're here?"

the boy laughed brightly, "oh my goodness..." he wiped a tear from his eye, "are you joking me?"

steve shook his head, "no. of course not, stupid."

the boy calmed his laugh a little and smiled, "boys totally can kiss! it isn't bad or evil and it won't make you sick, i promise!" he held out the ken doll to steve, "i haven't kissed anyone... i'm only nine, you know? and i'm here because my mum is sick. why are you here?"

"i haven't kissed anyone either. i'm eight! and... i have a cough." steve shrugged, and then coughed, "mum said it has to go away before my dads work function tomorrow night, because i have to meet his work friends."

"boring." the boy blew a raspberry.

"i really don't think boys can kiss."

"boy's can kiss, just... stupid people just think its bad for some dumb reason."

"hmm." steve shrugged and held the ken doll up, "it looks stupid."

"all kissing looks stupid." the silly boy said, deadpan, "just... i think adults like it because it... is like a super hug or something."

"oh." steve shrugged, "a super hug?"

"yeah..." he said, "it's like... you kiss your family on the cheeks because it's super hugs because you love them."

"right." steve nodded.

"and then... when you think someone is pretty, you kiss them on the mouth because... they're pretty."

"so, why would ken want to kiss gi joe?" steve asked, fiddling with the dolls, "i get why joe wants to kiss ken... but..."

"don't be fooled by his buzzcut." the boy grinned and pulled up the doll's shirt to reveal plastic abs, "i think ken likes muscly men."

"okay." steve shrugged and held up his doll to play, "so... how do we make boys kiss?"

"the same as we make girls kiss." the boy shrugged and cleared his throat, putting on a manly voice as he pretended to be the doll, "oh, hello ken... you look very pretty today. blue is really your colour!"

steve shrugged and put on a ken voice, "thanks gi joe. you look super muscly! can i kiss you?"

"of course, handsome!" the boy giggled and moved his doll in to kiss steves, they made them make out for a while, with lots of kissing noises, "oh, this is the best kiss i've ever had!"

"can two boys be in love too?" steve asked, and the boy nodded with a bright smile, then steve turned the voice on again, "i think i love you joe!"

"oh my goodness!" the boy grinned, "i think i love you too! you are the prettiest boy i've ever seen."

steve giggled and made his doll kiss attack the boys, and then they were both giggling and smushing their dolls together.

once the laughter died down, they just kind of looked at each other for a moment, and steve decided to speak first, "i didn't know boys could kiss."

the boy shrugged, "don't tell your dad about it. he'll probably get mad... it can be our secret."

"okay." steve smiled, a slight blush in his cheeks, "i'm steve, by the way."

"oh... i'm eddie." eddie smiled brightly and held out his hand for steve to shake.

"you have really crazy hair, eddie." steve said.

"i know." he said with a frown, "dad says i have to cut it."

"don't... it's so cool!" steve promised.

eddie seemed to blush at that, "thanks..." he shrugged, "i think you're the prettiest boy i've ever seen, you know?"

steve blushed a lot at that, "do you think?"

eddie nodded, "yeah."

"oh." steve swallowed, he thought this boy was very pretty too, and even though he knocked over steves jenga house, he really liked him, "would you like to kiss me?"

eddie blushed even brighter, "i think so..."

steve swallowed, "i have a cough."

eddie frowned, "i don't mind... if you would like to."

steve smiled, because he would like to, "are you sure?"

eddie nodded.

"okay." steve shuffled a little closer to eddie on his knees, and the curly haired boy turned completely red, "i don't know how to kiss someone."

"me either." eddie said, "i think we just... put our mouths together."

"that sounds right." steve shrugged and started to move forward.

"steven!" his mothers voice rang from the waiting room, "steven, where are you? the doctor is ready to see you."

steve looked around the toy corner to see his mother walking into the doorway, and steve huffed, "i have to go."

"oh... okay." eddie swallowed.

steve smiled, "can i play with you at school?"

eddie frowned, "i don't go to school here. me and mum are just visiting my uncle."

"oh." steve sighed, "will you ever be back?"

"probably." eddie shrugged.

steve smiled, "okay."

"come on, steven. you don't want to keep him waiting." his mother tapped her foot.

"coming." steve said, looking back at her with a smile.

she turned and grabbed her things.

"well..." steve shrugged, "if i see you ever again, then i owe you your first kiss."

"okay." eddie squeaked, still red as a tomato as steve hopped up and ran for his mother, "bye, steve!"

"bye, eddie!" steve shouted, "hope to see you soon!"

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Part 2 hereee

[eddie-the-silly]

guhnbhhnjnm,mmm..... hjow ???

arghgh ddoscrod soa harrd ot usess

[like-what-the-fuck-scoob]

maybe jus some baby eddie? idk he really comforts me and i’m feeling very bad n scared:(

Squeaky Toy (Little!Eddie Munson x Caregiver!Reader)

Summary - Little Eddie becomes attached to a squeaky dog toy. When you tell him he isn't allowed to keep it, he throws a tantrum. Until, you have the perfect idea.

Content Warnings - Eddie is age regressed. Reader is caregiver. Fluff. Crying. Comfort. Forehead kisses. Cheek kisses.

Word Count - 830

A/N - I will admit, I have never written characters in littlespace before, so I hope this is okay!! I do like reading little Eddie too, he's adorable. I wasn't sure what you wanted in terms of story and pairing, so I went with x reader as that's what most of my other fics are. I'm really really sorry you're going through a hard time right now. I just want you to know, my inbox is agere friendly, so whenever you're feeling down or lonely feel free to say hi. I would love to chat and support you ❤️❤️

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Squeak

Squeak

Squeak

"What is that?..." You mumbled to yourself, drying your hands on the kitchen towel.

You had been in the middle of chopping vegetables for you and Eddie, when a squeeky noise from the living room caught you off guard.

"Eds? Are you okay sweetheart?"

This morning, Eddie had promised to treat you. He was going to cook your favourite pasta dish for dinner. Cooking was one of his hidden talents, and he adored creating wholesome and hearty meals for you.

But, no sooner as the day began, your partner began to slip. Throughout the months of your relationship, you had learned Eddie's behaviours like the back of your hand. You knew the signs. Silent leg bounces and lip bites were enough of an indicator; before long he would tripping over the carpet, staring doe eyed, unable to navigate through his thoughts or his surroundings, ready to surrender to little space.

Today was no exception, as fifteen minutes ago you set Eddie down on his beanbag with a colouring book, kissing the top of his head softly before venturing into the kitchen to cook the pasta instead. You didn't mind. Your little guy needed a break. After everything he'd been through, you understood he needed time to relax, escape, and lose reality for a little while.

Peeking around the kitchen door, you realised that Eddie had left his beanbag, and crawled towards a fluffy toy that lay in the centre of the floor.

"What you got there?" You asked, intrigued by what the brunette was up too.

"Funnwy noise! Wook!" Eddie responded with glee, gesturing for you to look at his discovery.

Gently plucking the toy out of his fingers, you realised that this belonged to your dog. For Halloween this year, you had purchased a squeaky bat toy for your puppy, and now it seemed little Eddie had taken a liking to it.

"Eds, this belongs to the doggy. I'm sorry bubba, it isn't yours."

You tried to keep your tone quiet and caring, but you could see your partners lip starting to quiver.

"Hey, hey, it's okay little one. Remember, you have soooo many other toys to play with, don't you?" You picked up Eddie's dragon plushie, waving it with a smile.

But Eddie didn't smile back. Tears began to well in his eyes, as he gazed sadly at the dog toy.

"But... I wan the bat..."

"I know sweetie, but I'm so sorry I can't let you have it. It's been in the dogs mouth, and she's probably stepped all over it too." You explained softly, hoping to appease him.

"But.. but.."

Cries escaped his mouth before he could finish his sentence, hiccuping as he tried to supress his small sobs of defeat.

"Oh honey, it's okay, come here" You cooed, opening your arms to hug the little guy.

"NO!" Eddie screamed, turning his back on you, tears streaming down his delicate features.

Your heart shattered. You loved him more than anything in the world, and you wished you could give him everything he ever wanted. But he couldn't have that bat toy. You needed to make this right.

In a brainwave, you quickly opened your phone, typed in some keywords, and punched in your credit card details, before turning your attention back towards Eddie, who was now laying on the floor in adorable protest.

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The following day wasn't much better. Your little curly haired menace tossed and turned all night, and was now sat sulking in front of the television, his legs tucked into his chest.

You motioned to the bowl of chicken nuggets on the table. "Come on sweetheart, aren't you going to eat your yummy nuggets?"

Shaking his head, Eddie frowned, his eyes fixed on the TV screen.

"Bubba, plea-

Ding Dong

The sound of the doorbell diverted your focus, and you padded over to the door. You breathed a sigh of relief when you saw the parcel delivery man. You'd been anticipating this package since the moment you ordered it the previous evening.

"Eddieeeeeee" You sang, headed back over to the sofa. "Look what's hereeeee"

Perching next to him, you allowed Eddie to take the small brown box from your hands.

"F-for me?"

"Yes! You can go ahead and open it."

Keeping your fingers crossed, you watched in optimism as your little brunette teared into the paper, to reveal a brand new bat plushie.

Eddie's face lit up, a smile wider than any you'd ever seen from him before. Your heart fluttered, as he threw his arms around you with a childlike force.

"Oh my Gawd! A new bat! Fank you fank you!!" He exclaimed, hugging the bat close to his chest.

You exhaled, cupping your partners chin, placing a gentle kiss on his cheek. "Anything for you, my little bubba."

With a grin, Eddie lay his head on your lap, catching up on the cuddles he had missed over the past 24 hours.

"I wove you, Y/N."

"I love you too, Eddie."

[tallyhoot]

🚨KIBBY LIKES TADC🚨

[laneybishop89]

A playdate between Buck, Eddie, TK, and Carlos goes south following a few tricks.

[dadvans]

seeing a long text post that begins with "eddie" and scrolling down to cheat with the tags because it's like, what if that's not about MY eddie. is it 9-1-1 eddie. is it stranger things eddie. is it IT chapters one and two eddie. is it monsterfucker venom eddie. like, what eddie are we putting into gay little situations today.