Steve has a nightmare. He makes an embarrassing yelp, waking Eddie in the process. He's hardly fazed and would be a hypocrite to get mad about it so he gives Steve the scripted reassurance that lets him know he's not in the Upside Down and that it wasn't real.
"Oh, no. It wasn't that." Steve slurs, half awake yet upright with adrenaline.
Eddie looks at him in horror, "Oh my fucking god. Spiders? Like, Upside Down spiders?" Thank fuck he wasn't around to see what those looked like. Poor Stevie. Although, he is bouncing back from this nightmare quicker than usual.
"Mm no, don't exist. Earth ones. The webs got in my hair! Ugh, I can feel them on me..."
Eddie pauses and breaks into a soft smile that Steve's too sleepy-eyed to catch. He rolls over, gently pressing Steve's chest so he lies down, and gives him a firm rub down over his shoulders, arms and chest to brush off the residue tingles Steve's brain is suggesting he believe to be little insects and stuck web.
Steve calms and gets to a point where his heart isn't trying to break out of his ribcage, just as Eddie does the most obnoxious stretch that invades Steve's side of the bed. Like, fully starfishes, knocking his knobbly ankle and elbow into Steve's side without a care and going so far as to push him into the wall. Steve is still trembling, thank you very much! Where are his cuddles?
"Would you quit that?" He hisses, barging back against the intruder.
"I am in distress and this is how you treat me!"
Eddie turns a lopsided grin to him, "Hate to break it to you, baby boy, but spider dreams do not qualify for sympathy cuddles at a time like this." He states, nodding to the clock flashing 2:16 A.M. and wrapping Steve up in his arms anyway. They're harsh words, but he's lived so much worse for something as simple as spiders to be playing with Steve's fears at this point.
"Spider nightmares," Steve stresses, shivering at the memory of arachnids staring him down with wet, beady eyes before spitting projectile nets of web at him. Accidentally walking into the massive structures, built miraculously by something so little, and realising with dread that the creator had probably clung to him too, in the process.
Eddie coos at him, kissing at his jaw and over his pec where his head rests. "Aww, poor sweetheart."
Steve finally sinks into the comfort, adrenaline finally depleted. "It was awful."
"Yeah? Did they go..." Eddie readies his hand, distracting Steve with kisses, "Like this!" He unleashes his wriggling fingers, simulating eight (or five) legs skirting rapidly up Steve's side and digging into the ticklish spot in the crook of his neck.
Steve positively HATES that! He makes another noise similar to the one he woke with, squeezing his shoulder to his cheek on reflex and grabbing Eddie's hand away easily with a grip strength that outdoes Eddie's by a mile.
"Oh, you asshole! Don't fucking do that!"
Eddie just laughs at him. Asshole!
