#age regression little steve harrington

[buckys-little-belle]

Sippy Cup

Steve Harrington x Little!Reader (They/Them Pronouns Used)

Warnings - Reader drinks juice, spills, sippy cup use

Notes - I lost the request that this is based on, it’s something along the lines of “Steve Harrington with a reader who always spills juice so he buys them a sippy cup”. The request was so much cuter I just can’t find it I’m so sorry :,( This is shorttttt

SFW - Please keep all interactions with this post, and this blog, SFW.

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Juice was Y/n's favourite drink, and the only drink they'd take without fuss. But it was also the drink that was the hardest to clean up. The sticky sugary mess always coating the wooden floors, or sometimes even whole books and toys.

Y/n didn't mean to spill, it's hard to keep juice in a cup! Especially when playing!

Steve didn't mind cleaning up the mess, but it was getting to the point where he feared for his mother's prized white sofa and his father's fancy coffee table books.

So he brought Y/n to the mall for a shopping trip. "Which one do you want, Bub?" He asked, standing behind them as they scanned the shelves of sippy cups.

"Is a lo' of colours." Y/n mumbled, overwhelmed by just how many colours the little cups came in. "Is hard to pick!" They stressed, lifting and dropping their hands in frustration.

"It is a lot of colours." Steve crouched down, one hand wrapped around Y/n's waist, the other tapping his chin as he too scanned the shelves. "Why don't we get a few?" He asked, picking up a couple colours he knew Y/n liked and placing them in the cart.

"Tha's too much!" They stressed, trying to take the cups back, but Steve stopped them.

"It's not too much." He laughed, holding the cups out of Y/n's desperate reach. "Let me spoil my Bubba, huh?" He teased, patting their head and taking the cart to the checkout section.

Y/n had been worried it would be weird that they were buying these cups at a store meant for kids, but Steve had been buying little things like blankets, cute plates, and toys here for months now.

He told the ladies at the checkout that he was a babysitter, it was only a half lie, and they gave him a points account, which he had used many times to get discounts on things. It was worth it after all. He had money to spend, and why not spend it on his Bub?

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Spills became non-existent at the Harrington house.

Juice no longer coated the floor, books, toys, and furniture. And Y/n enjoyed having fun little juice cups, always picking the colour of the cup based off of their outfit. Blue for blue days, pink for pink days, green for green days, it all worked out.

[desolatecure]

Eddie shows up unannounced at Steve’s house, not expecting to find a little boy stood in his place. Figuratively.

Age regressor Steve, pure fluff ´ˎ˗

—kink regressors dni

(this is a repost off my twitter page so the format is wacky)

For Steve, it was just one of /those/ days. He didn’t know what they were and it seemingly happened at random, like he couldn’t control it.

Sometimes certain things trigger him, though. Like the time he opened a music box and a lullaby sang softly out of it, sending him into a strange headspace where he felt 10x younger than he really is.

Vulnerable in a thrift shop with only Robin to confide in.

Today, however, he had made himself comfortable on the couch after flipping the tv on and finding that the channel selected had been the kids channel, and as it flickered to life he heard the theme of scooby-doo ring out.

He was too comfortable to change it, finding himself immersed in the show, giggling along to it and curling up more on the couch as he chewed on the edge of his blanket.

When the doorbell rang, Steve jumped and the blanket slipped from his mouth as he sat up.

“Stevie! You home? I can see your car, man.” Eddie’s voice made Steve gasp and shoot up off the couch, racing to the foyer.

“Eddie!” Steve swung the door open, blanket wrapped around his shoulders, nearly slipping on the shiny floors with his socked feet.

“Oh- hey, sorry. Didn’t call before I came, I know. Dreadful etiquette.” Eddie chuckles, stepping into the house as Steve shuts the door behind him.

“You up for a smoke? Brought a six-pack too.” Eddie holds up the case of beer and grins.

The grin falters when he looks back at Steve’s face, eyes wide like he has no idea what Eddie’s talking about. “Whuh- huh?” Eddie frowns as he walks into the kitchen, Steve following in tow.

“You alright, sweetheart?”

Steve nods and giggles in response. “Like when you say that.” Eddie’s eyes widen, then he furrows his brows, leaning against the counter.

“How old are you feeling, Stevie?” Steve just sits at the kitchen bench and sways his feet, thinking about it.

“Dunno… maybe..” Steve bites his lip and his face scrunches up as he counts on his fingers, holding up 4 of them, then 3, then back to 4. “Dunno, sorry.”

Eddie nods, face twisted in thought. “It’s alright, that’s good. Thank you for telling me, baby.”

Steve’s face lights up and Eddie smiles, ruffling his hair. Steve squeaks, batting his hands away with a pout. “Don’t touch my hair!”

Eddie snorts, holding his hands up in surrender. ���I see you’re still a little Princess about your hair. Alright, have you eaten?”

Steve thinks for a second, glancing behind him towards the loungeroom. “Uhm.. yeah.” Eddie raises an eyebrow, taking one step towards the room before Steve’s giggling and standing up, pushing Eddie back and further away from the loungeroom.

“No, Eddie! Don’t look! Not for you!” Eddie can’t help but grin at the happy, carefree look on Steve’s face and he laughs with him.

“What are you hiding in there, huh?” Eddie pushes past Steve and jogs over to the loungeroom and gasps dramatically.

“Steven!”

“You’re hoarding chocolate bars, so naughty!” Eddie laughs breathily, as he walks up to the coffee table, taking in Steves little setup.

There are 2 wrappers littering the table, 3 unopened and one opened bar laying lonely on the couch where it looks like Steve was sitting.

“Is this all you’ve eaten, bub?” At Steve’s silence, Eddie turns around and his heart aches at the sight.

Steve standing nervously in the threshold, eyes bubbling with tears as he chews his thumb, seeking out some kind of comfort.

“Woah- hey, Stevie- What happened?”

Steve’s breath shudders and his lip wobbles, everything about the sight makes Eddie’s heart break in two.

“Didn’t mean to- I swear-” Eddie frowns, rushing over to Steve, gently wiping the tears from his cheeks.

“Baby! Sweetie, it’s okay. You’re okay, don’t even worry about it.”

“Jus’ don’ know how to cook very well..” Steve sniffles, rubbing his eyes with his fists and Eddie gently scolds him for it, pulling his hands away. “Please don’ call me that, though. Hate it.”

“Oh, baby,” Eddie sighs, “Which one?”

“ ‘Teven… Only get called that when m’naughty.”

Eddie pets Steve’s hair, leaning to place a kiss on the top of his head. “I’m sorry, honey. Thank you for telling me though, look how good you are!”

Steve giggles a little, pushing Eddie’s hand away from his head.

“Say… Let’s get your tummy full before you go back and watch… scooby-doo?”

“Scooby-doo!” Steve perks up and tries running back into the loungeroom, eager and excited.

Eddie catches him and wraps his arms around Steve’s waist before he can escape, laughing and dragging him back.

“Nuh-uh. Come on, silly boy. If you behave we’ll order pizza.” Steve gasps and squeezes out of Eddie’s hold, rushing into the kitchen.

He rummages through the pamphlets of all the restursnts and waves the pizzeria’s number in Eddie’s face.

“Please! Jus’ cheese?” Steve smiles at Eddie and he can’t even think about saying no to him.

“Of course little man. You wanna sit sit on the counter and listen?”

Steve grins excitedly and turns, trying to hop up on the counter but Eddie reaches and grabs his waist, guiding him up. “There you go, good. Sit still.”

Eddie calls up the pizza place, smiling and silently giggling at Steve who’s making silly faces at him. He cups Steve’s cheek as he’s speaking into the phone and strokes it with his thumb.

When Steve starts babbling randomly, swinging his feet and giggling at random things Eddie has to hold back an amused laugh, instead he covers the speaker, bringing his finger to his lips.

“Shhh, baby. Just for a minute.” He whispers.

“Okay!” Steve whispers back, very loudly, but he’s got the spirit and that’s what counts.

When the phone call ends, Eddie pats Steve’s thigh and helps him off the counter.

“Let’s go cuddle up on the couch and wait until the pizza gets here, yeah baby?” Eddie takes Steve’s hand and Steve brings Eddie’s finger to his mouth, biting lightly. “Gonna have to get you a chew toy, huh?”

“A what-wha?”

Eddie snorts, quickly filling a water bottle and guiding Steve back over to the loungeroom.

“Sit down there. What do you wanna watch, bub?” He sorts through the accumulation of tapes under the tv cabinet, holding them up so Steve can see.

“Hm… yogi bear?” Steve frowns, and looks at Eddie for confirmation.

Eddie just grins and shoved the tape in the player and sits on the couch. “Good choice, you’re so perfect. My perfect boy.”

Steve smiles contentedly and leans into Eddie, wrapping an arm around his middle, head resting on his shoulder. “Like you s’much, Eds.”

“You’re so cute.” Eddie sighs, pushing Steve’s hair back off his forehead, placing a kiss there.

“I like you too.”

[littlespacereader]

Hello, I was wondering if you would write a fic on Agere Steddie (Steve <3 Eddie) from Stranger Things?

Prompt: Steve finds out what agere is (even though he's been doing it for years behind his parents backs) through Eddie who has been a caregiver for a while. He's been having an awful day. His car broke down so he has to call Eddie bc Robbie isn't answering her phone and he can't take it anymore. He regresses in Eddie's van on the way home, hugging his hoodie like a blanket because he doesn't have any stuffies on him.

(preferred additions not necessary but would be fun: Black paci in a plastic case from Eddies bag, Steve wearing a Scooby-Doo shirt or watching it on TV, Eddie calling him Prince or Bubs.) (also plz dont use the other word for baby cat its a trigger.)

(if you don't take this it's chill, also, take your time. You're appreciated and loved!!)

Thank you so much for your request! I saw this story and my heart melted! I’ve never written Steve as a Little and Eddie as a Caregiver before (I’ve written them swapped) but this was so fun to write a different side of them! I’ll definitely have to write more of them like this! I hope you don’t mind me making it themed to fall with the leaves and Halloween themed. I tried to incorporate everything you asked as well! I hope you enjoy! Thank you for the request! @broke-art-girl 💞💞

Rescuing The Prince🍂🎃

Caregiver! Eddie Munson & Little! Steve Harrington

Tags- an accident, hurt/comfort, cuddles, forehead kisses, crying, comfort, overstimulation, happy ending, pacifier, cellphones in the 80s…sorry

Steve had been regression for years…but he never realized he was. Years of his life spent hiding his stuff animals till the night time so he could cuddle them, finding himself waking up with his thumb in his mouth, always playing with toys he found, slipping into a younger frame of mind.

It’s never happened at school, never infront of anyone else. But after a stressful day of finals, some arguments with Billy and others, Steve started regressing before he even made it to his car in the school parking lot.

Immediately Robin and Eddie stopped him from driving, seeing that something was wrong. Robin could understand what was happening but Eddie immediately did.

Eddie knew about regression and the signs of it. He swooped in and took Steve back to his trailer to be taken care of while he regressed. The next day the two talked and Eddie explained regression to Steve. It was as if someone had opened the shade to a dark house.

It was after that day that Eddie became his go to Caregiver whenever he regressed, feeling safe and comfortable around the heavy metal D&D player. And Eddie couldn’t get enough of his cuddle bug Little.

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Steve sunk back into his seat, taking a deep breath, trying to calm his nerves. The fall rush of customers had overstimulated the heck out of him today, and with it created a growing need for regression.

The ice cream parlor was nothing but busy. Usually in the fall there were less customers, I mean who wants ice cream when it’s cold outside?

But the owners thought it would be a great idea to add pumpkin spice to their menu. Let’s just say everyone was running to the ice cream parlor to get a taste of the new flavor.

He held his shaking hands, trying to stop the trembling, trying to stop the tears starting to build in his eyes.

He would be okay, he kept telling himself, he just needed to get home. I mean it couldn’t get any worse than that in there.

Shoving the keys into the ignition, he pulled out of that parking lot and got the hell out of there.

He drove down the tree arched road. Fall leaves falling from the sky, all in different shades of red, yellow and orange. The radio played in the background softly as Steve navigated his way through Hawkins.

He would be okay…he would-…….why does it smell like burnt toast?

Suddenly his car started to jerk forward and putter on the road. He quickly pulled into the side of the just in time before the car died all together.

Steve sat there, in utter disbelief and shock. He tried turning his car back on but the ignition wouldn’t start. It just puttered then died again. He tried it two more times before he gave up.

And from his shock and disbelief, came anger. He slammed his hands on the wheel and said every curse word in the book to his car.

It was a release, a release of emotions from an overwhelming day. He started to cry as regression started to take hold. How would he get home? Was his car even savable? What was he going to do?

He grabbed his phone with a shaking hand. The tears in his eyes started made it hard to find his contacts.

His thumb hovered above Robin’s phone number. She was still at the ice cream parlor but he knew she would come and pick him up, she would take him home.

But that’s not exactly everything he wanted, was it? No. He wanted to be comforted, he wanted to be held, cuddled and told everything was going to be okay.

He wanted his Caregiver….he wanted Eddie.

He clicked on his name and waited anxiously as the phone rang, then rang, then-

“Stevie! How was work today?” Eddie’s cheerful voice rang through the phone.

Steve couldn’t even form words hearing Eddie. He just started crying, sobbing on the phone while trying to tell Eddie what was going on but it came as bits and pieces.

“Wowowowow. Bud, you gotta take a deep breath, okay? Come on, take a deep breath with me. In.” Eddie took a deep breath, and Steve followed.

“And out.” Steve followed his instructions again.

They repeat the action twice until Steve isn’t sobbing anymore.

“Feel better?”

“No.” Steve replied with a voice that told Eddie he was pouting without having to see him.

“Alright, well you sound calmer. That’s progress isn’t it Prince?”

Steve couldn’t stop the small smile on his face. But he still begrudgingly added a “…yeah…”

“So what happened?”

“My job sucks! Everyone was so mean today and it was so loud and everything was too much. And…And I wanted to go home and my car…I think it broke and I have no way to go home and now I-.”

“Stevie, Stevie, it’s okay, I understand now,” Eddie quickly stopped him from going right back to getting upset. “It’s been a long day, a long overwhelming day for you.”

Steve sniffled, rubbing his nose with his sweater sleeve. “Yeah…”

“Where are you at? I’m coming to pick you up.” He could hear Eddie shuffling around in his trailer.

“I don’t know.” He looked around outside. “I’m close to the corner of Washington but I’m stuck on Palmer. I’m right after the old movie theater.”

“Perfect. Thank you for telling me. Alright, I’ll be there to save you as fast as humanly possible. Wait for me my little Prince!” Eddie said overly dramatic to cheer him up.

And it did for a second, until Steve felt a twinge from his bladder, he whined holding the phone tighter. “Hurry please.”

“I’ll promise I’ll be there soon. Stay close to your car and don’t wonder off okay? Love you Bubs, be there soon.”

“Love you too Dadee.” Steve sighs as he hangs up the phone. He would be there soon, Eddie’s trailer wasn’t too far from where he was.

He squirms in his seat as he waits inside his car. Eddie told him to stay next to it, and he wanted to be good, after all he was coming to save him. But after a couple more minutes he realized his situation was a lot more dire than he thought.

He should’ve gone when he was at the ice cream parlor, but he was so set on getting out of there the moment he was off work that he didn’t think. He just wanted to be away from the people, from the noise.

Now he was crossing his legs and hoping it would just go away. He looked around, the old movie theater was really the only place he was around. There were no stores on Palmer for at least another block. And it wasn’t like he could just go outside on was the busy street.

Tears started to fall again as he realized his battle was one he was slowly losing. Eventually his pants started to get more and more warm as his body let go, having an accident in his car and in his pants.

This day could and has gotten even worse. He covered his face, crying into his hands as his pants got darker with wetness. He wanted to disappear, he wanted today to be over.

After a couple of minutes was a tap at his window that brought him out of his crying, “You’re under arrest. No Little as cute as you is allowed to have a bad day. Come out with your hands up.”

Steve turned and met his eyes with Eddie’s. “Dadee wait-.”

Before he had a chance to stop him or explain, the door was ripped opened and his wet pants and accident were on full display for Eddie.

Steve rarely had accidents, and when he did it was usually from a nightmare in the middle of the night. This…this was the first time during the day.

“Oh Bubs…” Eddie looked to Steve sympathetically. “What happened?”

“I didn’t…I tried to hold it…I didn’t know I…” he tried to say between sobs.

“Awwww, it’s okay bubs, I’ve got you, I’m here now. We’ll take care of this.” Eddie pulled Steve into a small hug, rubbing his back with one hand and cupping the back of his head with the other.

They stayed like that for a while, just holding each other.

Eventually Eddie broke apart, realizing he needed to focus on getting Steve out of here and cleaned up. He broke apart the hug, ending it with a small kiss to his temple. “There we are, no more tears pretty boy.” He leaned forward and wiped the last of his tears away.

“Here’s what we’re going to do. We’re going to go back to my trailer, get you cleaned up and then the two of us are going to relax the rest of the day. How does that sound?”

“W-What about my car?”

“We’ll worry about this tomorrow. Right now as your knight in shining armor my biggest priority is my little prince. Come on, let’s go home.” He held his hand out for him.

Steve took it immediately, stepping out of his car and looking down at his soaked pants. He started to whine as tears brimmed his eyes.

“It’s okay, accidents happen to the best of us. You’re okay Stevie. Just a little accident.”

“I’m still big?” Steve asked with the littlest voice.

“Of course you are. But even big boy can have accidents. Don’t make you any less than you are. Accidents happen to everyone.” Eddie reassured.

They start walking Eddie leads him back to his van.

“But I’m gonna make your seats gross…”

“No you won’t.”

“Yes I will, don’t want to dirty your van up…”

“I’m telling you this van has seen much worse.” He opens the door for him, “It’s fine Bubs, really.”

Steve hesitates for a moment, looking back to Eddie who gives him a reassuring nod. He climbs in and takes a seat in the passenger seat.

He goes to grab his seatbelt but Eddie grabs it for him, buckling him up, “Safety first. Can’t have my little Prince get hurt on the way home.” He smile back to him, patting his shoulder before he closes the door.

He gets into his seat and grabs his bag from the back. “Alright let’s get you settled and then we’ll be on our way.”

He digs through his bag before stopping and grabbing a black pacifier from its case, specifically Steve’s favorite paci. “Here bubs, this will help relax you.” Eddie hands it to him.

Steve plays with it for a minute before he puts it in his mouth and instantly relaxes. There’s something so soothing about it that just brings him back down.

“There we go, starting to feel better already.” Eddie smiles.

“Now I couldn’t find Mr. or even Mrs. Bear before I came here. I think they’re hiding extra good in my trailer. But I have a substitute.”

He leans back and grabbed his oversized hoodie from the back of the van. Steve reaches for it greedy. He brings it to his nose nose and inhale the scent that’s so clearly Eddie.

He brings is close, wrapping it around him, hugging it close. It was as if the world started to melt away.

Eddie smiles, buckling himself up and starting his van. “There we go. All settled?” He asked getting a small nod from the Little.

“Good, let’s go home.” Eddie put his van in drive and the two started to head back to the trailer.

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Cleaned up and dressed in his favorite Scooby-Doo shirt, Steve and Eddie settled on the couch, watching the show together.

While it wasn’t the greatest idea to give a kid a ton of candy, in this case a regressed Little, Eddie felt after a long rough day a bit of their saved Halloween candy couldn’t hurt.

So there they were, Eddie’s arm wrapped around Steve. Steve watching the show carefully, face full of chocolate, cuddle close to Eddie, with the wrappers piled up on the coffee table while Scooby-Doo played on the tv.

The perfect way to end a horrible day.

“I think it’s the uncle.” Steve broke the silence, his eyes never leaving the tv.

“What? It can’t be him.”

“Yes it can! We haven’t seen him whenever the monster is around!”

“So?” Eddie smirked, knowing it was probably the uncle, but playing along as clueless.

“SO, that makes him suspicious!”

The cartoon plays on and sure enough…

“AHA! SEE!! I said it was him! I said it was!!”

“Wow! Look at you bub! So smart! I had no idea!!” Eddie smiles ruffling his hair.

Steve relaxes back against Eddie as the next cartoon begins to play.

“Maybe we should go as Scooby-Doo characters for Halloween?”

“Really? Who would I be?”

“Shaggy? And I’d be Fred because I’m pretty.” Steve giggles.

“I’m not going to be Shaggy but…” Eddie laughs, “Maybe I’ll be the vampire that chases the gang around.”

“No! Vampire!” Steve jumps up from the couch and starts running giggling all the way.

“Oh no! I’m coming to get you Fred!” Eddie holds his arms up and starts hissing, running after his Little Prince.

[0littleladybug0]

haihai :3 could u please do mayhaps a cg!steve harrington x little reader an mayhaps they the little is a bit cranky >:O and maybe just wants extra cuddles and extra baby time w cg stevieeeeeeeeeeee :D I love ur acc btw

YES I CANNN!!!

this request is the cutest thing ever i love it so much (coming from a girl that gets supper cranky when im regressed 🤭

Cg!Steve Harrington x little!reader

Summary: someones getting cranky and Stevie knows just how to help

Tags/warnings: Age regression, gender neutral reader, tooth rotting fluff from our favorite cg, spelling mistakes if you squint your eyes (theres always gonna be at least one i miss), reader being the most teeniest tinyest baby ever, reader being insecure but dw Steve is to the rescue!, no use of Y/N, ive never written for Steve before so let me know how i did!!

DNI IF NSFW

It wasn't an exaggeration that you were completely and utterly exhausted. Between classwork and picking up as many shifts as you could with your part time job, you were stacked with responsibilities and were constantly busy. Its not like you were doing it all alone though, you and Steve have both been working insanely hard. You both needed and deserved a nice break from the real world.

Your little space was just that, it was perfect for the both of you! You loved being taken care of and Steve loved having somebody to take care of, and he especially loved taking care of his sweet sweet baby.

The only issue however, was that you always had a problem verbalizing what it was you wanted. You knew that Steve loved being your caregiver and didn't mind your regression at all, intact he praised it any chance he could and was beyond supportive of everything, but you just couldn't shake the insecurities away sometimes no matter how hard you tried to.

You had spent all week without slipping into your little space, something that Steve noticed very quickly since you rarely ever go that long without regressing, even if its just for a hour or two. You wanted nothing more then to slip and be babied by your cg, but the insecurities in your head were too strong, and that made you want to slip even more.

Good thing for Steve though, he had an indescribable gift of reading you just like a book. He knew everything and anything about your regression, and he knew that the longer you stayed big, the smaller and smaller you would regress.

So when you came back home from an exhausting shift after your classes, he knew what you were doing.

You kicked off your shoes and flopped onto the couch with a small whine escaping your lips. You were so tired you didn't even see him walking over to the couch, taking a seat right by your feet, rubbing circles on your back.

"Hi baby." he cooed, "lets change you into some jamies and get you some food, how does that sound?"

The idea of being all cozied up in your favorite pjs sounded like a dream, but the thought of having to get up and actually change, you simply just didn't have the energy for that.

you wanted Steve to pick you up and carry you on his hip, change you into your jammies and give you a nice warm bottle of milk.

And Steve always knew what you wanted. Which made you want to stay big even more, but you were beginning to slip and you couldn't help it.

"No, not tiny." you pout, trying to prove your point.

"You mean this itty bitty baby right here, this little one isn't tiny hm?" he asked, tickling you slightly at your sides. "Seems pretty tiny to me."

You giggle and squirm, immediately making you slip completely into your little space.

"Cmere sweetheart, lets get you changed, your to tiny to wear your big clothes, i cant imagine thats comfy."

"Wanna be in my jammies." you nodded in agreement.

Steve got up from the couch, a confused look lacing his face when he turned to see you staring up at him with big doe eyes.

"You want me to carry you, dont you?" Steve asked, already knowing the answer to it.

"Yes please." you said shyly hiding your face.

He chuckles to himself as he put his arms under yours and hosting you up on his hip. "Good job with your manners hun, where did i get such a polite little one?"

God he loved to see you blush and hide in the crook of his neck.

After getting you into some comfy clothes and a snack in your stomach, he knew that you didnt even need a bottle to knock you out for the night. Would you still be asking for one, oh absolutely.

You began to kick your legs when he hovered you over the couch in an attempt to you you down.

"No dada! No couch!" You shook your head vigorously.

"Baby, I gotta put you down somewhere, dont you want something to eat?" Steve asked.

You let out a whine and buried your head back into the crook of Steves neck. All you wanted was to cuddle with your caregiver, you didn't want to think about what you wanted to eat, let alone have the energy to actually do it.

"Just wanna stay with you." you mumbled, your voice soft and muffled from Steves shoulder.

"Ok How about this," Steve began, holding your cheek with his free hand so that you could look at him. "What if i made you some nice *comfort food of choice* and then a bottle after, huh? How does that sound?" Steve suggested, he could tell you were tired and fussy and all down right exhausted. he couldn't imagine all the big feelings you were having right now in your little mindset.

He waiting until you slowly nodded in agreement before walking over to the kitchen, with you still on his hip of course. After the food and the bottle was done, he walked you over to the couch and placed you on his lap. He pulled a throw blanket over your back and made sure your stuffie was close to your side and put on cartoons on the TV. You didnt have to ask him what you wanted, he already knew how to treat his tiny tiny baby.

he blew on your food to make sure it wasnt too hot before holding it out to you on your baby spoon, encouraging you to eat it.

He knew that in such a little headspace the last thing you had was energy to feed yourself. He never minded helping out his baby.

"Its yummy isnt it?" He asked in between bites, never rushing you and letting you take your time with the dish.

You would nod along, clinging to Steves side feeling your hangry crankiness slowly go away.

You giggled when he licked his finger and whipped your checks clean. Your laugher to Steve was like an angle choir, he would do anything to hear that little laugh.

After you were done with your food, Steve had so hesitation feeding you your bottle next. You could feel your insecurities rise again at the though of Steve having to take care of you so much, making you cranky again.

You tried to grab the bottle from Steves hand before he tapped it away.

"Its ok baby, let dada give it to you." he reassured.

That one piece of reassurance was enough to get you back into your baby headspace as you nuzzled your head further into Steves chest with a smile.

Your bottle was quickly finished as Steve reassured you with sweet nothings throughout it. He grabbed your paci and held it out waiting for you to take it. You had no hesitation letting him place it in your mouth. He brought both arms around you now, bringing you into a big bear hug. He layed down on the couch with you on top and ran his hand through your hair.

"Sorry i was cranky today." You mumbled through your paci.

Steve looked down at you at your saddened state. He hated when you apologized for feeling your emotions.

"Hey baby, look at me." He said, bringing a hand to your cheek, brushing it slowly with his finger. "You never have to apologize for the way you feel. Its ok that your not happy and playful everyday. Every baby has their cranky days. And i will always be there to take care of you no mater if your happy or sad or cranky or tired. Im going to be there for you no matter what. Im always gonna be here for my little baby." He kissed the top of your head and tighten his grasp around you.

You nuzzled back into his chest with a soft smile on your lips.

You felt loved. You were loved. Everything was ok.

You both fell asleep holding each other on the couch, you woke up feeling cured of last nights big emotions with the help of your cg and your littlespace. And even if you woke up and you were still little, you didnt worry about being too much for Steve. You knew he would grab you a juice box, set you on the kitchen counter and make you breakfast as you watched.

You truly couldn't ask for a better dada.

But yet again, he couldn't ask for a better little one either.

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Little Steve struggling to stay big, ultimately fails, misses Eddie, Eddie comes and comforts his baby <3

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Steve is /tired/

Absolutely exhausted

And he doesn’t know if it’s mentally or physically or both (probably both)

But if another person asks about a movie that he hasn’t seen or where something is when it’s right. In front. Of their face.

He’s over it

Steve bites at his lip as he stocks tapes back into their place, his mind wondering to being home at the trailer and cuddling with Eddie.

Just being around Eddie.

He misses his teddy

Steve huffs and shakes his head, his mind can’t wonder at work

He hears the bell ring

Why can’t people just stay home?

“Helloo birdie Buckley”

Steve whips his head around at the sound of Eddie

“Hi Edward”

Steve imagines the grimace on Eddie’s face

“Gross, okay bucks where’s my boy” he asks, Steve just knows he’s leaning on the counter like he always does

“Uh horror section? I think? Just call him he can hear-kinda”

Steve pouts at that “hey! I hear just fine”

Steve hears Eddie before he sees him, the sound of metal jingling and boots thudding. Eddie bounds around the corner, smiling a bright smile with his cheeks a little flushed

“Hi baby” he greets

Steve suppresses a wide smile, the nickname making his mind fuzz

“Hi Ed’s” he looks down at the tapes he’s holding as if they were more interesting

“Hi baby” Eddie says again, but this time as if he knows. Can see right through Steve and tell right away. He can always tell

Steve flushes and turns, Eddie crowds towards him. Steve smiles feeling the pressure on his back. Eddie places a kiss on his shoulder, they’re safe behind the shelves.

Eddie moves to kiss his neck, nothing but innocent affection steve knows

“Missed you, honey” Eddie says softly, hugging Steve from behind

“Missed you too dork” steve rolls his eyes and leans back into eddie

“Just wanted to let you know that the guys wanted to go out tonight for guys night? I dunno I think gareth has a crush on this girl at the hideout and needs a wingman. Which-” Steve feels Eddie huff a laugh into his neck

Steve doesn’t reply, frown setting in. It’s been a while since Eddie’s went out with them outside of hellfire…usually at home with Steve or taking care of him when he regresses

He fights the urge to whine out and fuss. He’s big!

“Sounds fun Ed’s” Steve says softly

“You okay with that?” Eddie moves his hands up and massages at Steve’s shoulders

“Yeah babe, you should have fun” Steve shrugs lightly, tilting his head to place a kiss at Eddie’s hand

“Are you sure? You..” Eddie lowers his voice further “You seem a little small no?”

Steve bites his lip before responding “Just felt fuzzy for a bit, I’m okay though it’s already going away” Steve tries harder to pronúnciate his words

Eddie nuzzles into his neck, “You sure..?”

Steve let’s out a laugh, mind feeling distant before he tries to focus “Yes, Eddie. I’ll be okay, I’m a big boy. You don’t gotta take care of me all the time”

“Hey, you know I like doin it. You’re my baby anyway” Eddie pulls Steve close in a tight hug. Steve smiles before turning, finally meeting Eddie’s eye

“Hey” he smiles and placed a kiss on Eddie’s cheek

“Hi yourself” Eddie kisses his forehead then looks down at his watch “Ugh I gotta dip, promised I’d help dress gareth up” he rolls his eyes “he’s more of a girl than I am” Eddie ruffles his curls

Steve snorts “whatever Munson, get outta here” he places his hands on Eddie’s shoulders, Eddie melts for a second before leaning down, he kisses Steve properly. It’s tender and soft. Steve smiles into the kiss, all the worries melting away

“Okay..I’ll see you later tonight-I’ll try to hurry” he cups Steve’s cheek. Steve nods, kissing Eddie’s palm

“You better”

It takes another five minutes before Eddie leaves, lasts last kisses shared

Steve feels better after that, his shoulder less tense and his mood much less grumpy

Except it doesn’t last

It starts going down hill again, he has to work a double now that a new hire decided not to show. Robin offers to stay but Steve can tell she doesn’t want to so he shrugs and waves her off. He can handle it (he can’t)

People come in in an extra bad mood. Demanding to know why he sold an r rated film to 12 year olds (a tape which suspiciously had gone missing last week-)

Someone not paying attention when he asks them the usual check out questions.

People coming up and deciding they don’t want a tape and just giving it to him when they could just. Put it back.

And finally, people being upset at prices. As if he’s the one personally deciding prices- he doesn’t even know how that works. I mean do they price based on the film?

Based on how the tape was made? The casing?

Steve shakes his head as he locks up. He’s tired so so tired. He huffs and pulls at the doors, double checking that they locked. Finally, he gets to his car that has been there since 9:30am.

It’s 10pm.

he gets in. Shuts the door. Hands places on his steering wheel. He feels his eyes sting with tears

no. You gotta drive

He rubs at his eyes harshly and turns the car on. He can just. Just drive home and put on Scooby doo and eat a bowl of cereal and Steve is driving down the road now. Unfortunately the universe has decided to give him every. Single. Red light

His hands shake as they grip the wheel

Just a bit further-

And the drivers. It’s as if everyone and their mother didn’t pass their drivers test it’s a small town how do you almost merge into someone?Steve’s eye twitches as he honks at a driver that cut him off.

He takes a deep shaky breath

“Just gotta get home. Home home”

He stops again at a light, the last one before more open road that leads right to the trailer park. Steve speeds down the road finally, definitely going 55 in a 45 but fuck it! Eddie’s done worse.

Steve frowns at the thought of Eddie-Eddie isn’t home, he’s with the band. Steve let’s out a whine high in his throat as he turns into the park

Eddie’s not home

he stares sadly at the spot where Eddie parks the van

He’s alone tonight..

Maybe he should call up the bar and-

Steve bites him lip, hand coming up to fidget with his bottom lip. He can’t do that! He’s been small before Eddie even told him what it was!

He could do it again

Steve gathers all his usual things. A soft blanket Eddie gifted him, his favorite stuffie Benny, he grabbed a bowl of his favorite cereal (yes everything in his hands) He places the bowl down as he grabs the milk, carefully pouring it and smiles as he pours perfectly. He feels giddiness fill his chest. He goes to call out to Eddie but his smile falls as he remembers

“Alone t’night, stevie” he says to himself “we got this, dids it before an can do it’s again”

He plots down onto the couch now, arranges Benny into his lap and scoops cereal into his mouth. He nods to himself

“M doin good right benny?” He whispers down at the little dog stuffie Steve smiles and rubs a hand on its head. He finished eating no problem, places the bowl into the sink like teddy has told him to

He feels proud of himself! If eddie was here he’d definitely give Steve two little stars! Again, Steve frowns at the reminder of Eddie’s absence

“Nuh, just gotta wait and then can tell teddy I did good. Put milk, I eats, puts in sink” Steve nods with a smile and settles again on the couch, Benny in his lap

“Yeah and teddy gonna be so proud, gonna say I’m good”

With that Steve rubs his face into the soft fur of the stuffed animal. He turns the tv on and searches for Scooby doo. He knows by now that there’s always late showings. As the night goes on, Steve’s eyes get heavy he blinks sleepily at the tv. He’s not sure how long he’s been watching but it’s the second mystery solved. He blinks his eyes over to the clock on the wall

“Lil hand s’hour an..big hand is…is min-mm” Steve takes a deep breath blinking again to get his eyes to focus, he frowns when he finally reads the time

12:23

Eddie said he wouldn’t be back too late, but how late is too late when it’s boys night? Steve let’s out a whine. What if Eddie’s not back until 3am? What if he’s not back later? what if he doesn’t come back? Steve takes a couple quick breaths, hugging benny close. He feels his eyes start to water, hot tears running down his cheeks

“Ed’s gonna come back right Benny? He’s gotta” he nuzzled into the fur making it wet

what if m too much? And he doesn come back?

Another whine at the thought. Steve swallows harshly. No,,no he knows his teddy he’s just having fun! How could steve worry over silly things when he knows Eddie will be back soon

Just making him take care of you when he gets backs

he’s gonna be too tired to deal with you

Steve frowns and wipes at his cheeks. He can’t let Eddie see him little when he gets home, he is gonna be tired. Too tired to care for him-Steve shouldn’t even need to be cared for

He has to be big, he’s gotta be the one to care for Eddie when he gets back

He huffs and stands, benny and his blanket in hand. He marches right to their room, places the blanket on the bed before leaving Benny on his pillow and makes his way back out

(Before turning right back around and grabbing benny to sit besides him on the couch)

Steve huffs and grabs the remote. Flick through the few channels they have before a late horror movie clicks on. Thats good, it’ll make him big

Sadly it doesn’t work

If anything it’s just made Steve smaller. He hides behind his hands then his knees as he balls himself up on the couch.He refuses to grab for benny whose a few inches away. He doesn’t realise how late it is before the trailer door is opened. He jumps slightly, letting out a yelp and covering himself

“Stevie?”

Steve’s basically panting has he lowers his hands he blinks away tears he didn’t know were there

“Teddy?” He whispers

Eddie frowns, closes the door and toes off his boots before making his way to Steve

“Are you small?” He asks softly, kneeling down next to the couch. Steve shakes his head and wipes at his cheeks

“I’m big” he lowers his voice a bit

Eddie squints his eyes slightly, looks at the hoodie Steve’s wearing, benny next to him then at the tv that’s still playing the movie. He frowns

“Baby, Whyre you watching a scary movie? You’re too little for that” he grabs the remote and clicks it off

Steve pouts “I’m not little, I’m big” He crosses his arms, fighting the urge to melt at Eddie’s words and fall into his arms

“And why are you up so late sugar? It’s like 1am” he frowns again, ignoring Steve’s last response

Steve frowns, feels a tug in his chest at Eddie’s frown

you’re making him feel bad

“You gotta get to bed Ed’s” he whispers

Eddie’s eyebrows furrow

“Baby love” he cups at Steve’s cheek

Steve curses at the whine he lets out

“Stop Ed’s I’m big!” He pushes away Eddie’s hand

Eddie’s frown deepens at that, his baby never pushes him away unless somethings really wrong

“You’re big?” He asks, moving his hand onto Steve’s knee instead

Steve nods and a soft ‘mhmm’

“Are you sure? I was really missing my baby tonight” Eddie pouts. Steves eyes widen slightly before he looks away

“Not here” he shakes his head “big Steve. Not little”

Eddie shuffles closer and pokes at steves tummy,“But I reaaalyyy missed my steviebaby” he leans his head onto steves knee. “Can’t I get my baby?”

Steve hums to himself, more of a grumble “No cause he’s not here” he shakes his head

Eddie huffs before his eyes fall onto benny “Well I guess benny will have to do, I’ll just tell benny he’s been a good boy and give him a little star, I mean the little pup has had such a long day I bet he wants some cuddles”

Steve worries at his lip, eyebrows raising with his frown. Eddie hears a quiet whine

“Yep, cmon steve we gotta give bennyboy a sticker”

Steve nods wordlessly as Eddie picks up benny (gently holds him to his chest) Steve crosses his own arms and follows Eddie to their room. He watches Eddie pull out the star sticker pack and grab a little blue star

“You wanna give it to him?” Eddie asks softly

“No! You can do it” steve huffs and plops onto the bed both his arms and legs crossed. Eddie frowns, feels close but not quite.

“Okay then, here we go benny. For being such a good boy- oh you wanna tell me about your day?”

Steve turns away from Eddie, clearly grumpy

“Ah, you had a bad day? And you feel sad and grumpy? Oh benny it’s okay- thank you for telling me. Good boy for letting me know” Eddie pats at the stuffed animals head, looking towards Steve. He sees how scrunched up Steve’s should let’s are. “Baby?” He says gently “You wanna talk me whats wrong? Why you were crying honey?”

Steve mumbles softly, back still towards Eddie

“Babylove I can’t hear you” he places a hand gently onto Steve’s back

“I want a star!” Steve turns to him “I want a star cause-cause” he takes a shakey deep breath “a’cause I had a long day an-an Im upset an work was bad, an people were so mean teddy! An’ I did the milk and didn’t spill! I ate cereal an i put the bowl in the sink like you saids to! And I was good. I wanna be good too”

Eddie’s eyebrows are raised as Steve rambles, he pulls Steve into his chest and holds him close “Oh my baby” he pets at steves hair as the boy sniffles into his chest “You had such a hard day didn’t you? And you did it all alone” he rubs down Steve’s back

Steve nods and wraps his arms around Eddie

“Did alone, robbie went home and I kept workin” he mumbles

“You kept working? You had a double?” Eddie pulls back, Steve whines at the movement

“Hadda” he nods

“Oh Stevie” Eddie places a kiss onto his forehead “And you came home and took care of yourself didn’t you baby? You were a big boy for me and did all that?”

Steve flushes and nods “cn’I get star?” It’s raspy and it makes Eddie’s heart ache

“Baby you can get all the stars you want, I’m so proud of you baby boy, you did so good” he cups Steve’s cheeks and wipes away stray tears “My good boy, thank you for telling me honey- why didn’t you want to tell me before? Were you little at work? How long have you been small”

Steve giggles into his chest then sniffles

“Too many questions teddy” he tilts his head up and rubs at his eyes

Eddie smiles

“Sorry lovely, I’m just worried. But maybe we can talk about it tomorrow yeah? We can cuddle and get some sleep and sleep in and have a little day for you tomorrow okay?”

Eddie watches as the tips of Steve’s ears flush red

“Mm do you wanna? We can be big an I can drive to Uhm” Steve blinks up at him “the the movies? Can have a date?”

Eddie smiles down at him

“Baby, you had a bad day, you gotta rest and recharge. I don’t think you planning a date would be a good idea right now”

Steve pouts up at him “I can be big” he grumbles

“I know you can sweetthing but it’s okay to not be big- you know that”

“But-mmph” steve hides into Eddie’s chest

“But what Stevie?” Eddie pets Steve’s hair again, combs his finger through

“feel bad you take care a’me all the time” he shrugs “should be big an take care of you. Take care of everyone”

Eddie rubs down his back and hugs him close

“Baby, the first talk we had about this stuff was because you were taking care of people too much. You gotta let me take care of you yeah? If not who’s gonna do it Hm? Benny? That puppy is cute but I don’t think he can watch over my baby too much”

Steve looks up at him and gasps

“He can! Benny is good!” Steve turns to look for the stuffed animal, eddie grabs and hands him to Steve

Steve smiles and nuzzles into the soft fur

“But I want to take care of you too okay? I like taking care of my baby. Makes me feel good remember? I like helping you. Whats a king without his knight yeah?” Eddie rubs their noses together, Steve giggles

“You’re king” steve cups at Eddie’s cheek and rubs their noses together again

“Nah baby you are, in a good way. Or you wanna be my little prince?”

Steve giggles, he wraps his arms around Eddie’s shoulders making both of them fall sideways onto the bed

“I can be little Prince” He nods. “s new I like that one”

Eddie brushes away strand of hair fallen over Steve’s face

“Noted little Prince” he pulls the covers over both of them with some difficulty “Does the little Prince wanna sleep now?” Eddie pulls him close into his side

Steve hums “Kisses” he wraps an arm around Eddie’s stomach

“Gnight kisses for benny” Eddie places a kiss onto the stuffed animals head “And Gnight kisses for my baby” he places a kiss on each cheek then his forehead

“Gnight kisses for teddy” steve mumbles, bringing benny up and tapping Eddie’s cheek

“an Gnight kisses for teddy”

Eddie’s heart melts as Steve places a kiss on his cheek before settling back down

“My sweet boy” he mumbles closing his eyes

They finally drift to sleep around 2am. Holding each other close, Steve nuzzles into eddie even in his sleep

Eddie tightens his grip each time

and If Steve wakes up just as small, less fussy and more smiles

Eddie doesn’t mind it one bit

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Not On Valentine's Day

╰→ Steddie AgeRe fanfic

[Word count: 1748] holy crap, that's a big boi!

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Character info:

Steve - Age Regressor (lil age 3-ish)

Eddie  - caregiver ("Poppa")

Plot:

Steve deals with immense pressure, caused by him planning a elaborate Valentine's Date for Eddie, while desperately trying not to slip into little space.

Tw! Angst, Hurt & comfort, mention of: impure regression, mental health, self loathing, anxiety & intimacy.

╰→ It's all kept SFW!!

! Age Regression is not a k*nk !

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Steve felt like he was going to burst under all this pressure, it was to much. He planned and prepared a romantic valentine's date...

Well, he wasn't quite done yet, even though it was already Feburary 14th.

It was still in the early hours of the morning, but nonetheless, his anxiety was through the roof. He barely got any sleep and he still had so much to do. Steve whished he could just curl up infront of the TV, in his PJs, eating fruit loops and- 

Oh, no..

He could feel himself beginning to slip.

No, he can't have that, not today, darnit..

"Get it together, Harrington.." he mumbled to himself, slightly slapping his own cheek, as a means to stay aware, stay alert, stay big.

He wanted this day to be perfect.

He wanted tonight to be a romantic and.. hecc.. intimate experience with Eddie. Not whatever his stupid, effed up brain wanted to make out of it.

He won't- no.. He can't let himself ruin this for Eddie, not again..

Why did he always have to make everything about himself? Eddie deserved better. He deserved a nice, romantic date, in which he would be the center of attention. And Steve was going to make that happen, today.

He pushed aside the self-destructive thoughts and his urge to regress, focusing soely on making this work. On making this day perfect, for Eddie.

So, he continued with the preparations to make this happen.

He went all out, exhausting himself more and more in the process.

The whole ordeal also took him way longer than anticipated, since he continually had to fight slipping.

While cleaning the house, he constantly got distracted by finding toys or other 'little stuff'.

Whilst cooking a fancy three course meal, he found it frustratingly hard to read and understand the recipe, resulting in him having to start over two times.

He had to calm himself down and remind himself that monsters aren't real, before being able to enter the cellar, so he could pick out one of the most expensive whines from his parents collection.

Upon selecting some romantic movies, he had to resist just throwing in- and watching a cartoon.

He had to give up on the idea of building a blanket fort, while making the bed.

When he took a shower, he denied himself using his 'spiderman shampoo', though he really wanted to.

And as he picked his clothes, Steve had to go with something elegant, instead of his cozy footed PJ's he so desperately wanted to snuggle up in.

Hopelessly klinging on to his big headspace, Steve had to remind himself to stay focused on the mission, constantly.

In the evening, he was finally done, right before Eddie arrived.

He embraced his boyfriend with a hug and excitedly explained his plans for the day.

Steve could still feel his brain being fuzzy, though he eagerly tried to hide it.

Eddie could tell that something was bothering Steve, he avoided eye contact and seemed to be restless. Always jumping up 'to get-' or 'because he forgot something'. 

So, he asked his boyfriend if everything was alright.

Steve just shrugged him off, stating: "Oh, yeah. It's- I'm just a little tired, that's all. And so excited for today, really."

Eddie knew he was lying, or at least not telling the whole truth, but he didn't want to push it, so he just accepted Steve's explanation and moved on from the topic.

The date was going great.

Their food was delicious and they've snuggled up infront of the TV, watching some cheesey romance movies. They liked judging- and making fun of the stupid decisions characters tend to make.

Under the blanked, Eddie started gently caressing Steve's thigh. As he was just about to lean in for a passionate kiss, he stopped right in his tracks, when he saw Steve's face. A look of unease, or even fear, in his glazed eyes.

Eddie knew that look. He knew it too well.. This was the look of a- no, of his deeply afflicted darling boy.

Immediately, he lifted his hand from the boys leg, ever so gently placing it on his cheek instead.

He rubbed his thumb against the soft skin lovingly & with such vigilance, as to not scare Steve further.

"Oh, oh baby, I'm so sorry." Eddie said, his voice shaking from guilt and hurt, for almost harming his little one.

He felt like punching himself in the face. How didn't he catch that sooner?!

He almost kissed his little one passionately, hasn't he looked up in time. What kind of awful Caregiver would he be if..

Eddie could feel his stomach turn at the thought of that.

"I'm so sorry." He repeated.

Steve was perplexed, at first.

He didn't notice how far he had already slipped, cuddled up on the couch like that.

He wasn't fully regressed yet, still capable of thinking  somewhat adult-ish. But it was definitely noticable that he wasn't fully there.

Nonetheless, he wanted to play it off, he's come so far, he won't let himself ruin this for Eddie.

"N- no, it's okay.. look." Steve tried to sound as convincing as possible, leaning in for a kiss, desperately pushing away the feeling of unease and disgust. Attempting to assure, not just Eddie, but himself aswell.

'Eddie is my boyfriend, darn it.. Why do I have to be so weird about this.. He's not disgusting..I should just kis-'

Eddie stopped his thoughts and advances, backing away, while gently holding Steve at arms length by his shoulders.

"Whoa there, Kiddo.. What are you- That's not appropriate!" He exclaimed.

Eddie was mortified.

Something was clearly affecting his little one in a very negative way and he had to know what it was. He had to know how he could help him.

Steve, meanwhile, grew frustrated.

"What do you mean 'not appropriate'? You're my boyfriend and boyfriends kiss." He snapped at the bewildered man in front of him.

Eddie remained calm.

"Yes, I am your boyfriend, when you are big-Steve. When you are little-Steve, I am your Poppa. And right now you are not big, Buddy." He explained, his voice assertive but tender.

Tears formed in Steve's eyes, prompting Eddie to pull him into a warm hug, kissing the top of his head. "It's okay, Darling. I've got you. You can talk to me." He reassured his little one.

Steve began sobbing, slipping further into his regression.

He started apologizing. "I'm s- so sor-ry. I ruined valentine days. I aways ruin tings an I'm aways se- selfish.. sorry.. sorry."

He was unbelievably upset with his actions and ashamed for again making everything about himself..

At least that's how he viewed the situation.

Eddie tightened the hug.

"Don't say that. You didn't ruin anything, nor are you selfish in any way.-"

His attempt to comfort Steve was interposed by the latter, who was vehemently fighting his regression once again.

"Yes, I did an- and yes, I am.. I always do this.. I- it's always just.. me. Me. ME.. This was sup- supposed to be y- you day. So.. so I tried to.. just.. s- suck it up.. and.. and.."

Steve was visibility shaking, when Eddie interrupted his rambling.

".. and just kiss me? Disregarding your own emotions? Ignoring how you felt unsafe and uncomfortable?"

Tears where forming in his eyes now aswell, at the thought of his Darling having to deal with such harmful thoughts, all on his own. Eddie's body also began to tramle too.

Steve looked up at him, having fully slipped now. Besides, he was to exhausted to fight it any longer anyways.

*¹ "Is sowwy. I kno it bad foa meh. I jus' wan u to be happeh. sowwy, Poppa."

He sniffled into his caregivers chest.

Eddie pulled him even closer.

"Steve, Darling.. I love you." He could feel hot tears running down his cheeks.

"Wether you're big or small. I'm more than excited to spend valentine's day with you." The boy in his arms looked up at him, wiping away a tear from his caregivers face, before letting him continue.

"I don't care if we eat fancy cuisine or dino nuggets. I don't care if we watch a romantic movie or cartoons. I don't care if we get intimate or just cuddle." He paused again, to kiss Steve's forehead.

"I am happy, as long as I am with you. So.." Eddie tightened his hug, pulling his Darling closer once more.

"..just let me be with you, whichever you it may be. Please stop trying to hide yourself, to try and accomodate me."

He loosened the hug, to gently grab Steve's face with both hands, lovingly looking into his eyes. "I love you, Steve. I love each and every part of you and that'll never change, ever."

Eddie was full on crying now.

Both of them embraced in a tight hug again, weeping into each others sweaters.

They stayed like that for a little while.

As the sniffling and sobs slowly subsided, Eddie could hear a soft whisper. So quiet, he couldn't make out what was said.

"Sorry, Stevie. I didn't quite catch that. What did you say? Could you repeat it for me, Darling?" Eddie asked softly, rubbing his little one's back.

"Pwomise?" Steve repeated, intently staring at his carer's hoodie strings, with which he was fiddling.

Eddie immediately understood what he was referring to.

"Promise. I'll always love you as you are, Sweetheart." He promptly answered and placed a kiss on Steve's forehead.

*² "Wuv yuh too, foreva.. pomise." The boy replied, now sleepily chewing on the strings of Eddie's hoodie, his eyes half closed.

He was exhausted..

Exhausted from all the planning and preparing.

Exhausted from trying to fight slipping all day.

Exhausted from crying so much.

Exhausted from having to deal with all those big feelings for so long.

After sitting there, cuddling for a while, Eddie got up. He turned on some soft music on his speakers, before carrying his Darling Boy to bed.

Kissing his forehead again, he whispered: "Happy Valentines day, Stevie." into the little one's hair, before closing his eyes aswell.

Steve knew he was safe now. In Eddie's arms, he was home.

His strength was barely enough to give a dazed "mhmm" in response.

Eddie was content with that answer. With Steve in his arms, he was home.

They layed like that, tangled up in each other's arms, snuggling, until they fell into a deep and much needed slumber.

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I hope you liked my little Valentine's Day story.

& thank you so much for reading!

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Footnotes:

╰→ (Stevie's Baby-Talk Translation)

*¹ "I'm sorry. I know it's bad for me. I just want you to be happy. sorry, Eddie."

*² "I love you too, forever. I promise."

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[doe-eyed-dreamr]

little!Steve Harrington

[sunshine-n-raccoons]

Nothing to Fear

Steve Harrington x little!reader

TW: age regression, nightmares, anxiety. (If you don’t like these things please don’t read!)

Reader is staying over at Steve’s house for the weekend, and falls asleep on the couch where Steve leaves them to sleep. Reader then has nightmares in the middle of the night and goes to find Steve for comfort and protection.

PUREEEE FLUFF AND ACCEPTANCE. SFW always always.

Today you were having a sleep over at Steve’s house and you were so excited! You and Steve grew up together and he was the only person you’ve ever felt fully safe and comfortable with to fully be yourself.

You guys haven’t seen each other in a good few weeks so it was a much needed reunion for the both of you.

You pull into the driveway and skip up to his door and knock the rhythm of your secret code you two created when you were in 2nd grade.

Steve cracks the door open and suspiciously says “who goes there…? Aha! It’s you. What’s the secret code?”

You roll your eyes and laugh “Steve, if you already see it’s me, why do you need a secret code? Is the knock we’ve had since elementary school not enough you weirdo?”

He gasps “Now I KNOW that MY Y/N would NOT disrespect their Steve by calling him names when they haven’t seen each other in weeks. I think we have an imposter on our hands” and he tries to *jokingly* slam the door, causing you to slam against it in a giggling mess

“STEVE IT’S ME! LET ME IN!” You shout laughing as you both wrestle to get the door open (steve using barely even half his strength, but wanted to make you feel strong)

eventually he lets the door swing wide open and you roll yourself in and fall on the floor laughing up a storm. He’s staring down at you smirking “well, what do ya know. It IS the REAL Y/N.” He helps you up and ruffles your hair “what��s up with ya kiddo?” As he turns his back to you to head towards the kitchen.

“Steve I’m like… 2 months older than you I think” you say with an annoyed groan as you fix your hair.

He stops in his tracks and turns on his heels, walking up to you, towering over you. “But I’m like… 2 million inches taller, aren’t I, little bit?”

He’s staring directly into your eyes and you gulp, Steve doesn’t fully know about your regression, and doesn’t realize what those teasing nicknames do to your heart. You awkwardly laugh and say “yeah yeah okay whatever, I’m not fighting again when I’ve barely made it through the door. Whatcha got for snacks? And what are we doing tonight?”

Steve chuckles and guides you into the kitchen, showing the array of snacks he got for you both, evenly sorted by type of snacks and divided between your side and his. Beside it all was a stack of movies you both have been saying for months you wanted to watch together.

You gleam at him “OH THIS IS GONNA BE THE BEST NIGHT EVER!” You dig your hand through one of the snack bowls for you and happily chomp down while looking through the movie stack.

Steve just laughs at you, “well geez, someone’s ready to get this party started huh?” and begins to move everything into the living room so that the movie watch party can officially begin.

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After about 2 thriller/scary movies and halfway through the second comfort movie you guys picked to watch, you were dozing off and eventually fell asleep before you knew it.

When Steve finally glanced over at you and saw you curled up beside him, sleeping on the arm rest of the sofa, he gets up, grabs some cozy blankets and wraps you up to make sure you don’t get cold, and then eventually heads up to his own bed to sleep.

He didn’t want to disturb how peaceful you looked especially when he knows how hard it can be for you to fall asleep at times, so he left you there, hoping you’d sleep the whole night until morning so he could get up early and make you both breakfast, he dozes off to sleep as he’s going through a mental list of things he could cook in the morning.

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The monster, he’s chasing you. You’re finding yourself running through the woods, running so fast you are suffocating on the air filling your lungs so fast. They’re catching up to you, you’re trying to scream but you can’t. Oh no! There’s a ledge coming up, YOO CAN’T STOP RUNNING, YOU’RE GOING TO FALL OFF THE LEDGE, BUT THE MONSTER IS RIGHT BEHIND YOU, HE’S ABOUT TO GRAB YOU, OH N-

you shoot straight up and start hyperventilating. Everything around you is spinning and your ears are deafened by the sound of your own pounding heartbeat in your head. Echoing.

it was just a dream, it was just a dream, it was just a dre- where’s Stevie?

you feel yourself sinking very fast and the fear heightens the clinginess you feel towards Steve. You woke up completely in little space but didn’t fully realize it until after you caught your breath.

You look around the dark room still shaking. And start to slightly whimper when you don’t see a shadow nearby that looks like your Stevie.

“S-stevie? Where are you?” You quietly whine out. No response.

You grab the blanket you were curled up in and wrap it tightly around your body before you slowly stand up and shakily walk through the dark house towards Steve’s room to see if he’s there.

Every sound the house made as you slowly inched through it made your heart jump and start to race even more. You felt smaller and smaller with each sound, terrified, and scared that you were gonna get grabbed.

You make it to Steve’s room and see his back turned towards the door, his deep breathing is the only comforting sound you can hear.

You slowly walk towards the bed, and you wanna wake him up, but also feel too scared to wake him up.

I don’t want to make him mad! He’s sleeping so good.

but after you hear another creak in the floor boards in the hallway you frantically crawl into bed next to him.

He stirs awake and sits up, “huh- what? Who is it- I- wh- Y/N?” He’s rubbing his eyes and reaches over to turn on his lamp and looks down at you.

“What are you doing?” He asks, almost annoyed until he sees your glossy eyes and your trembling.

You gulp “gots scared, Stevie… will you hold me?” You mumble.

“What was that sweetness? I didn’t hear you.” He heard you perfectly clear, he just wanted to hear you call him Stevie again.

“Stevie I scared… pwease hold me?” You whine again and crawl into his lap before he can even answer.

He sighs contently. You don’t always get this way, but when you do he cherishes you being so vulnerable. He loves when you call him Stevie, when your voice turns smaller and more shy, when you ask for help from him. He desires nothing more than to take care of his sweet one.

“Of course I’ll hold you honey. Did you have a bad dream?” He softly asks and feels you nod slightly.

“awww poor little thing. And when you were out there all alone you got more scared didn’t you? Didn’t know where your Stevie was?” He feels you sink deeper into his chest with that.

“Just wan’ you Stevie. Make me feel safe” you mumble into his chest, while his feels like it’s exploding.

“Well there’s nothing to fear when I’m here, okay? You can stay right here with me and I’ll protect you.”

He wraps his arms around you tighter and uses one hand to start playing with your hair, and whispering comforting words and shushing you until he feels your body relax and your deep breathing begin.

He doesn’t let go of you the entire night, making sure to protect you from anything and everything that may come your way.

[italiansteebie]

hi friends! i want to write someone little stevie for my ao3 series, y'all know the one (and if u don't go visit my ao3 @ lilac_cc !)

send prompts ??

[buckys-little-belle]

I'm feeling sick so this I sa very self indulgent ask since you asked for Steve asks.

Well we know he's like the mom of their little group but how do you think his mom instincts would kick in if his little was sick, like you sick he'd be more frantic and like 'oh no my baby is sick' or more calm and collected.

Sick Struggles

Steve Harrington x Little!Reader (They/Them Pronouns Used)

Warnings - Talks of reader eating, mentions of doctors visits, not in detail, general talks around being sick.

Notes - This ask is from I think a genuine year or two ago ... I am so sorry it's taken so long to answer, but I hope you like these headcannons!!! <3

SFW - Please keep all interactions with this post, and this blog, SFW.

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☆ Steve is pretty overbearing when it comes to any one of his 'kids' safety, well being, or just general health. So when it comes down to his baby being sick he gets almost insufferable.

☆ Even if it's just a stuffy nose Steve is on your butt about taking your vitamins and he's constantly making sure you're drinking enough water and eating good foods to help you get better faster.

☆ Everyone has to remind him that it's "going to be okay" because his rational thinking gets thrown out the window the moment you so much as cough. You could have a slight cold and he's ready to take you to the emergency room.

☆ He's the kind of caregiver to have an emergency pack in your backpack at all times. It's got band-aids, Advil and Tylenol, vitamins, anything you could possibly need really.

☆ He's also the kind of caregiver who will check in on you all day when you're not in his line of sight. You always have to phone him during the day to let him know you're okay and reassure him that you don't need to go home.

☆ Steve also doesn't care if he gets sick, he'd much rather snuggle you when you have a cold than sit off to the side. If there's one thing the guy is good at it's cuddles that work better than medicine. He'll set up a movie on the TV and put a heap of blankets on the couch, layering so many on you that you overheat within ten minutes of sitting down.

☆ If whatever sickness you have persists for more than a week he'll make you a doctors appointment and hype you up the whole drive there. He also sits in the doctors office with you, seeing as he remembers everything and everything about how you were feeling a day ago, even remembering exactly what your temperature was on any given day.

☆ It isn't until you're up and on your feet like normal for at least three days before he goes back to his usual level of overbearing caring. You definitely have to reassure him often that you're okay and feeling better at least nine times before he even thinks about not worrying anymore.

[smallghostcorner]

st boys(adults)x masc!reader

this is so self indulgent im sorry(im not) also this does include Billy so if that makes u uncomfy scroll on by

Summary: movie night!

"Are you ready for movie night?" Eddie asked as you hop out of his van in front of his trailer holding your favorite stuffy. You nod as he gives you a bright smile.

When he opens the door you see your other caregivers shuffling around and sitting on the couch.

Argyle and Jonathan are sifting through movies on the floor in front of the tv while Steve and Billy are in the kitchen preparing snacks.

Argyle looks up at you when he notices the door opening.

"My little pony or Care bears?" He asks holding up the two movies, you think for a second before pointing to My little pony.

Argyle sets up the TV while Steve and Billy enter with the snacks.

---------time skip-----

You're seated between Eddie and Steve with your legs stretched out of the rest of your care givers laps when the movie ends, your head is falling off of Steves shoulder and onto his chest as you fight sleep.

"Hey prince? Is it bedtime? You're looking sleepy" Steve says as the credits roll on screen.

You hum as you hold your stuffie tighter to your chest.

"I think it is, I'll go make u some tea in your sippy ok?" Eddie says getting up from the couch.

Jonathan whines at him as he gets up, apperently having slipped part way through the movie.

"I'll make you some too little bro" Argyle says getting up as well.

Steve slowly shimmies out from behind you and helps Johnathan stand, at the same time Billy scoops you up in his arms.

"Every prince needs a knight to carry him to the pillow palace" Billy says trying to intimidate Eddies way of dramatic story telling. (Also idc if u reading this dont think u can be picked up because this man will do it)

The two care givers lead you and Jonathan into the bedroom and help you get settled in Eddies bed, He set up his room earlier for you to sleep in, fresh sheets and the softest blankets he has with the stuffies you keep at his house for emergencies.

In the corner there's a nightlight and all his mini figures are safely stashed away so you don't accidentally break them. He also set up his stereo with a mixtape of lullabies, some covers done by him. And lastly he went to the library and checked out some childrens picture books.

Eddie and Argyle enter with a sippy cup and bottle respectively, Argyle sets the bottle down on the nightstand and leads Johnathan into the bathroom to help him gat changed and diapered so there's no accidents.

Eddie helps tuck you in and get settled with your sippy cup, he takes your paci and sets it on the nightstand in a sanitized case and hands you your favorite teether.

When Argyle and Johnathan gets back you pick out a story book for Eddie to read. "The prince and the Dragon"(not a real book).

Argyle feeds Johnathan his bottle and then tucks him in while Eddie reads the story. Once you two are cuddled up together and cozy Eddie turns on the nightlight and both the care givers give you a kiss on the forehead.

"Goodnight little ones" they say as they turn the lights off and exit the room.

[dwobbitfromtheshire]

Okay, but Steve would love being a caregiver to little!Eddie. Especially after Vecna and he is hiding out at Steve's house. The trauma becomes too much, and Eddie regressed for the first time. I think Steve would really love that Eddie would choose Steve as his caregiver. Little!Eddie would call him Mama, which probably has to do with Big!Eddie having called him that as a joke. Little!Eddie meant it, though. Steve just loves it.

[ellieisaflower]

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[dino-boyo-agere]

I don't think I ever posted this silly little AgeRe Steddie head canon of mine, even though I made an edit about it hehe

Eddie has a massive sweet tooth, like.. massive, even more so when he's regressed.

Eddie can also get very cranky, when he's hungry or tired.. or - god forbid - both.

One day, little Eddie decides that he will have ice cream for breakfast, from now on..

Steve's reply: "No, Tough Guy, I don't think you will."

Eddie is not happy about that. Little him is not the best at dealing with rejection. So, he throws a full blown hissy fit. Sticking out his tongue at Steve, yelling: "ur mean!", throwing plushies at him and storming off to his room. (Steve has a little room for him in his house, by the way) There, he angrily grabs the walkie talkie, to continue his arguing with Steve.

The latter just let's him.. He knows full well that Eddie is simply still tired, because he just woke up and that he doesn't really feel as betrayed as he makes it seem. Yes, Eddie is really upset at the moment, but that will definitely subside. As soon as he had something to eat (real food obviously), all will be better, as always. Besides, it's absolutely adorable to see him like this.

Eddie's nose all scrunched up in anger, his hair still all messy from sleeping and his pacie making it just a little more difficult to actually yell a fully coherent sentence..

Steve has to hold back a few chuckles with all his might. He doesn't want to seem like he is mocking his - already distressed - "Little Sir Cries-A-Lot". He doesn't want to undermine his emotions, be they proportionate to the situation or not. Steve wants Eddie to feel safe, valid, loved.

However, he also can't spoil him too much either, so he has to keep a serious demeanor. Trying to calmly explain to Eddie why exactly ice cream is not a substantial breakfast.. It hardly even qualifies as food.

At first, Eddie is not very receptive to the logic of things, but after about twenty minutes of arguing, stomping around and crying, he realizes that Steve won't budge on this one... Plus, Eddie is getting really hungry. So, he gives up the argument.. For now, at least.

Steve hugs his little daredevil tightly, after he - finally - ate his whole wheat cereal and calmed down a bit.

Eddie starts crying, profusely apologizing for acting the way he did. He didn't want to be like that, he never does, but sometimes he just can't help it. Sometimes, his emotions are just too big for him to deal with properly.

Steve reassures him, saying: "It's fine! Sometimes, feelings are hard to express, I get that. I love you, everything about you.. Even your tantrums. You're okay! We're okay!"

They just cuddle after that, for HOURS!!!

Text on pictures says:

Eddie, yells into the walkie talkie: "Why no gib meh ice cream?!"

Steve, thinks to himself: Don't laugh, stay assertive.. darn it, why is he so cute?

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Sidenote:

What grumpy baby Eds calls Steve: Meanie, Dummy, Stupid Head..

What Steve calls grumpy bby Eds: Tough Guy, Pal, Bud, Sassy One..

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