#age regression stranger things

[grand-zammy]

👨‍🍼 Happy Father's Day 👨‍🍼

Some might be lucky enough to be born to a Dad that loves and accepts them.

Some might be lucky enough to have a family member fill-in for their Parent.

Some might be lucky enough to have a trusted friend/coworker become a Father figure.

There are good fathers out there (fictional and real) that are trying their best for their kids.

[willbyerslol]

Will byers here, look at me and my brother

[cocacolacoast]

latchkey kid

[severedpup]

boyre max mayfield moodboard .ᐟ

that one tboy that 's too gleeby𓈒 he 's me fur real𓈒 i have been saoo nostalgic recently leading tu me missing him & nancy dearly𓈒 save me baby max with les4les cg ronance𓈒 once again self indulgent & made with myself in mind — please do not tag as me , me irl , etc𓈒

[gilearstimboards]

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Regressor!Max Mayfield Stimboard with Autumn Themes

Made for: anon

I hope this fits your vision anon. :) I had fun making this.

Credits: x x x | x x x | x x x

[buckys-little-belle]

Hiiiii I really love your whole Tumblr it's really comforting I really loved the one you wrote I think it was called just feelin little with bucky and steve and it was really comforting because I don't fully regress other thank cuddling up at night with my blanky and a theeter shaped like an oreo

If your comfortable writing something like that with Eddie Munson like maybe a little that doesn't even understand what that is and one day at he notice that the reader is having a hard time and kinda swoops in and helps. Thanks for listening even if you don't write have a good day (or night :)

Chomp Chomp

Eddie Munson x Little!Reader (They/Them/No pronouns used)

Warnings - Eddie helps the reader regress, use of teethers, use of a comfort blankie, talks about being stressed, talks about de-stressing, reader goes into a state of "disassociation" basically they are very stressed and just stop replying to Eddie's questions, very very vague mentions of that though, a bit of angst, but mainly self-indulgent fluff! (Also I made the teether one of the frozen ones but I'm now realizing that's probably not the kind you meant! So I apologize!)

Notes - I wrote this in a different perspective than I usually do. I just need a break from the more "formal" writing style I usually do and I hope that you like it!

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

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Eddie knew that you age regressed before you really understood it yourself. He'd taken note of how you sleep with whatever soft blanket you could find at night time, how you often found yourself chewing on ice before bed, and and you'd act like, what you called "snuggly", and what he called "small".

He didn't want to scare you with the big title of "age regression" all at once. So he slowly began incorporating more "classic" age regression tactics to your nightly routine without you realizing it at first.

Instead of a glass full of big ice cubes you'd bite in half, he gave you a plastic cup full of small bat shaped ice cubes. They were easier to chew on, and he liked knowing the cup wouldn't shatter if you dropped it.

Then he bought you a small soft grey blanket at the thrift store. He washed it and made sure it smelled like him before he gave it to you, giving you the impression that it was just laying around somewhere instead of bought for a specific reason.

It became your "Nightie blankie", you nicknamed it and Eddie was once again sure of your regression, or at least partial regression. You slept with it every night, snuggled to your chest, the soft material tickling your chin as you slept.

After a few months of just those two new things he added in a fun nightlight so he could finally turn the bathroom light off. You thought it was cute, it projected a small smattering of stars on the ceiling and it often lulled you to sleep.

Next though, the next step was a little harder to get you acclimated with. "A teething ring?" You asked, holding the small thing in your hand. "It's cold?"

"I put it in the freezer, there's gel inside that gets cold." Eddie reasoned. "This way you don't have to eat so much ice before bed, you can just chomp on this." He gave your forehead a kiss before making the bed. Hoping that if he acted chill about it you would be fine with the new addition.

"But it's for babies?" You grumbled.

Eddie stood up with a huff, his hands on his hips. "Do you like it?" He asked, eyebrows raised.

You took a quick chomp, liking the way the frozen thing felt like ice but wouldn't make you full of water or your hands wet. "I don't know."

"Just try it for tonight, if you hate it I'll give you your ice back." He said it so plainly, like he hadn't given you a kids toy to chomp on.

You ended up enjoying your teether, chomping on it was much easier than eating ice, and you liked the little charms that were attached. It was calming, and Eddie didn't think it was weird, and you trusted him on it.

A year later, with all of your new regression tools in place bedtime seemed easier. Eddie had brought up the idea of age regression a few times, but always in a passive way.

He'd put cartoons on and say things like "Doesn't this make you feel like a kid again?" and "I wish I had some toys to play with." when things got boring at the trailer.

You didn't really understand that he wasn't really feeling like a kid while watching the tv shows, or wishing for toys, he was seeing how you reacted, seeing if you were maybe an age regressor outside of just bedtime.

He didn't push it but he got you a few stuffies, and kept cartoons on often. He didn't want to force you to regress if you didn't need it, or seem to be interested, and you didn't really seem to regress all that young. You seemed to drift to an unknown age that liked teethers, blankies, and night lights, but also liked to humm Metallica songs before bed. You were different, and he enjoyed it.

One day though you seemed on edge. Stressed about something that he couldn't fix, something you couldn't seem to get over. You began worrying him when you sat on the floor and just sort of stared off into space. You weren't panicking anymore, you weren't coping.

So he thought that maybe some regression would help you work through the big emotions in a safer way. So he grabbed your blanket and placed it in your hands, you immediately began to fiddle with it, but still didn't respond when he tried to talk to you about why you were stressed.

So he then turned the lights off, grabbing the small nighlight and brining it to the living room. Now instead of staring off into space your eyes drifted along the ceiling as the stars moved around.

Last but not least he grabbed your teether, placing it in your hand. Like you did at bedtime you began to chomp on it, and Eddie smiled.

"What's going on, baby?" He asked, taking a seat next to you.

"Jus' chomp, chomping." You replied with a soft smile.

"Yeah, and why do you need to chomp chomp?" He said in an animated voice.

Slowly you began to tell him what was bothering you, and slowly he helped you solve the problem, letting you use your regression and comfort items to help keep you calm and collected instead of distant and despondent.

You didn't regress often outside of bedtime, and you didn't really seem to regress to a certain age, but Eddie understood what you needed, and he helped you in his own subtle ways.

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LITTLE GIRLS DON’T SKIP MEALS | 18+

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader | Eddie Munson x Y/N

Summary: You lied. You didn’t eat. Now Eddie’s not asking. Daddy doesn’t let what’s his slip away — not without a fight.

CW: ED behavior, emotional distress, DDlg dynamics, caregiver/little themes, food/body shame, forced feeding (non-sexual). May be triggering — read with care.

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You hadn’t eaten in two days.

You thought maybe if you just skipped long enough, you’d feel empty enough to deserve care again. That maybe if you were lighter, smaller, less... everything, the shame would stop swallowing you whole.

But Eddie found the untouched food on the counter. Again.

And this time — he snapped.

You were in the bedroom, curled up on the floor in your softest hoodie, knees hugged to your chest. Deep down, you were already slipping into that fragile headspace where your words shrank and your brain got too loud. That dangerous little space you didn’t know how to come back from alone.

The door slammed open so hard the handle dented the wall.

“What the fuck, sweetheart?”

You flinched.

Eddie stood there, fists clenched, eyes burning — not with hate. With heartbreak. Fury. Panic.

You didn’t move. You couldn’t. All you could do was stare at your knees and shake.

“I left you one job,” he growled. “One.”

“I’m sorry…” you whispered, voice tiny, broken.

He crossed the room in three strides and dropped to his knees in front of you, grabbing your face in his calloused hands. Not rough — but firm. No escape.

“Look at me.”

You couldn’t.

He yanked your hoodie up just enough to expose your face, then forced eye contact, his voice low and deadly.

“I found the plate, baby. You lied to me.”

Your lip trembled.

“You think Daddy doesn’t notice when you’re disappearing again?” he hissed. “You think I don’t feel it when you get quiet, when your body starts shaking, when your skin’s freezing cold because you won’t feed it?”

Tears welled up in your eyes. “I didn’t mean to…”

“Don’t lie to me.”

He let go just long enough to shove the stuffed animal out of your lap and pull you into him, arms like iron around your body. You didn’t resist — you collapsed. Cried. Clung to him like a lifeline.

“I hate this,” you sobbed. “I hate my body—”

“Don’t. You. Dare.” His voice cracked like a whip.

You gasped, stunned by the rage in it. But Eddie just crushed you tighter against his chest, his jaw clenched, eyes glossing with unshed tears.

“You hate it?” he growled. “Well I fucking love it. Every soft, stubborn, beautiful inch of you. You wanna starve it? You wanna take that away from me?”

You whimpered against him, body wracked with sobs.

“I love your hips. I love your tummy. I love how your thighs stick to mine when you sleep on top of me. I love everythingyou keep trying to erase.”

His hand gripped the back of your hoodie, anchoring you to him. “You think skipping food punishes you. But it punishes me, baby. It punishes the man who loves you more than his own fucking life.”

You didn’t answer. Couldn’t. You just cried harder, because hearing it that raw — that real — hurt more than starving ever did.

Then his voice dropped, dangerous and low.

“So here’s what’s gonna happen. You’re gonna get up. You’re gonna sit with me. And you’re gonna eat every single bite I give you. Or I’m gonna sit there with you all night. You hear me?”

You nodded slowly, shaking.

“I said do you hear me?”

“Yes, Daddy,” you choked.

“Good. Because you’re mine, sweetheart. I don’t let what’s mine self-destruct.”

He stood, yanked you gently up with him, and led you to the kitchen table like a punishment and a promise.

He set you down. wrapped one strong hand around your shoulder, and grabbed the spoon with the other.

You whimpered, eyes wide. You were far too little to fight back — but too panicked to obey.

“Don’t—” you tried, but your voice was barely there. “Can’t…”

Eddie didn’t yell this time. That was almost worse.

He knelt in front of you, calm. Cold. Controlled. And terrifying.

“You’re done making the rules,” he said, pulling the blanket off your legs. “You lost that privilege the second you decided my little girl didn’t deserve to eat.”

Your breath hitched.

“I don’t want it—”

“I don’t care.”

And then he stood. Picked up the plate. Sat down in the chair he pulled in front of you. Then moved you onto his lap with ease.

You squirmed weakly, the panic fluttering just behind your ribs. “I’ll be sick, Daddy. Please…”

His grip tightened. Not cruel — but immovable.

“Good,” he said softly. “Maybe next time, you’ll remember how it feels when you starve yourself for two days and Daddy has to fix it with his own hands.”

He grabbed the spoon. Dipped it into the mashed potatoes and peas. And pressed it to your lips.

“Open.”

You turned your head.

Wrong move.

His fingers were at your jaw in an instant, gently applying pressure until your mouth opened.

“I said, open.”

You did.

He fed you the first bite. It was warm. Heavy. Too much. You tried to turn away again — your chest tight, guilt twisting your stomach.

But Eddie didn’t let up.

He didn’t soothe you. Not yet.

“Open,” he demanded, his voice cool, almost detached as he pushed more food onto the spoon. “And when I say open, you open.”

You whimpered, your body fighting him, but you knew better than to resist. Not when he was this determined.

“Please…” you begged softly. “I’m so full.”

“Good,” Eddie murmured, a twisted smirk on his lips. “Because you’re going to get even fuller. Every bite counts. Every single bite.”

Another spoonful. You swallowed, but it felt like your throat was closing, your body struggling to keep up with what he was demanding. You tried to push him away, to shake your head, but his grip on you tightened, and he held your mouth open as if you were a doll, feeding you against your will.

“Why do you do this to me?” you sobbed quietly. “Why do you make me…”

“Because you need this,” Eddie replied, his tone thick with frustration. “You need to stop lying to me, stop trying to make yourself disappear. I won’t let you waste away. I won’t let you hurt yourself anymore.”

The food kept coming. The spoon clinked against the plate as he refilled it, lifting it to your lips again, your stomach aching with each passing bite. You felt full, so much fuller than you ever wanted to be. But Eddie didn’t stop. He couldn’t stop. Not now.

“You don’t get to disappear on me,” he murmured against your hair. “Not while I’m still breathing.”

Another bite.

“You don’t get to choose empty when I’ve filled this house with every comfort you need.”

Another bite.

“You wanna act like a little girl? Then I’ll treat you like one.”

Your breathing hitched. Your face was wet with silent tears now, hands gripping his sleeves like you were drowning.

“Just let me go…”

“I am letting you go,” he whispered, shoving the last spoonful into your mouth. “Letting you go of control. Letting you fall apart. Because I’ll hold you together. You don’t have to do it anymore.”

You felt your stomach stretch, your body protesting, but Eddie just kept feeding you. His hand held your face steady, forcing you to look at him as he delivered each spoonful, watching your eyes as you struggled, as you cried.

“You’re going to be okay, baby,” he whispered as the plate finally emptied. “I’m doing this because I love you. And you’re going to remember that every time you want to hurt yourself.”

You couldn’t speak anymore, your stomach too full to think, your body too exhausted to resist. You collapsed into his arms as soon as he finished, the warmth of his embrace a soft contrast to the pressure in your belly.

“Rest,” he murmured, brushing your hair from your face. “You’re safe now. It’s okay. You’re not going anywhere. I won’t let you.”

Your eyes fluttered closed, the weight of your body and the food dragging you into a deep sleep. You didn’t know if you’d ever be able to get used to it, but you knew one thing for sure — Eddie would never let you disappear.

"Rest now, little one," he said, brushing your hair out of your face. "You’ve had enough for today. You’ve eaten, you’ve learned. And tomorrow, we’ll do it again. But for now, just let me take care of you."

You nodded slowly, letting the exhaustion overtake you. You were so full, your body was so heavy, but you felt something else, too — a strange sense of relief. Eddie wasn’t going to let you crumble. No matter what.

You closed your eyes, trying to ignore the bloating, trying to focus on his touch, the feeling of being cared for, of being kept full — in more ways than one…

[sleepystarryskies]

ੈ✩‧₊˚ little!robin buckley headcanons !

{ notes - probably my least favourite headcanons ive done but its been like months since ive posted something. am working on requests i promise !! }

🦕 . . . regresses between (3-8) but usually stays on the older side !!

⭐️ . . . her main cgs are steve and nancy, though eddie is the best big brother/babysitter!!

🌈 . . . sometimes she struggles with realising she’s slipped, someone having to ask her before she realises.

🍭 . . . rambles rambles rambles about anything, all the time!

🎬 . . . always needs her brain occupied, she loses focus on tasks so quickly and is always moving onto new activities.

🎺 . . . always has a cartoon playing in the background on a tape from family video!!

🦕 . . . is very particular in what clothes she wears, soft t-shirts, shorts and her dungarees

⭐️ . . . has funky iron on badges all over her dungarees, is always getting them gifted to her by eddie whenever he sees her!!

🌈 . . . has a giraffe stuffie she carries everywhere with her, and if she’s ever doing something needing two hands she tucks him away in her pocket.

🍭 . . . no volume control at all, will be all mumbly and quiet one minute then excitedly yelling the next.

🎬 . . . has the worst bedhead, when she sleeps she’s always rolling over and wakes up with crazy hair.

🎺 . . . hates having her hair done, she never sits still long enough so her cgs have to do it soso fast!!

🦕 . . . her hair is tied half up most of the time, her bangs falling loose and sometimes ending up pinned back depending on if they irritate her.

⭐️ . . . cannot sit still, ever, half the time she ends up sitting upside down, then giggling when she spins and her brain goes woozey.

🌈 . . . doodles on everything/anyone, her hands and her cgs hands are always covered in mindless doodles.

🍭 . . . fidgets all the time- wears fidget/spinny rings or else she picks at her nails

[sleepy-cedar]

eleven agere moodboard 🧇

[ur-fav-is-agere]

Dustin Henderson from Stranger Things

Is an autistic regressor!

[cceerreess]

Agere!Jonathan Byers moodboard

Divider by @kodaswrld

Headcanons ⤸

🐌• Regresses to around the ages of 4-6

🥬° Needs to have someone near him 24/7. Usually, it's Joyce but Nancy and Argyle babysit from time to time

🐌• Joyce loves taking care of him. She's able to give her boy the childhood he deserved

🥬° Photographs his action figures and plushies all the time

🐌• Scribbles with crayons a lot, the fridge door is just his drawings at this point

🥬° His regression sometimes isn't fun and is instead triggered by memories of the abuse and all the supernatural stuff he went through, Joyce helps him deal with all these big emotions by supporting and comforting him

🐌• He gets to do all the things he wasn't allowed to as an actual kid, he runs around the house and is loud and makes messes

🥬° Argyle loves getting him silly novelty toys, Jonathan has so many songs that sing hit songs from him

🐌• Nancy is very happy that she gets to see this side of Jonathan, she likes making little schedules and making sure he heads to bed early

🥬° He's iffy around Hopper, but he does like when Hopper makes him breakfast or covers him up with a blanket

[willbyerslol]

Will byers here, if gay means happy, I'm not gay

[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.

[dino-boyo-agere]

Replaced it with little!eddie in my mind hehe

[gilearstimboards]

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Regressor!El Hopper (Stranger Things) Stimboard

Made for: anon

I hope this fits your vision. :) I really like the way you headcanon her regression.

Credits: x x x | x x x | x x x

[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.