#age regression stranger things

[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.

[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

[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.

~~~

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.

[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.”

[dino-boyo-agere]

Replaced it with little!eddie in my mind hehe

[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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[pup-wolf]

Misc paci icons !

I was bored so I decided to make some random paci edits because I love making these so so much !

Requests are open !!

Dean Winchester | issac lahey

Miles Morales | Steve Harrington

[strawnger]

nothing is more important to me than steve who keeps accidentally age regressing and eddie who notices and looks after him

[alittleplaytime]

Max Mayfield Agere Stimboard!!

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🌼 media: stranger things

🐝 age appropriate? stranger things is rated 14+, so i recommend this for people who regress into an older mindset and anyone younger, please research all trigger warnings before watching <3

🍯 rqd by: no one <3

🌻 note: i saw this walkman gif and immediately needed to do a max board!! i personally head canon man as a middle regressor who uses younger gear to regulate - i feel like she regresses to deal with all the trauma from her family life as well as all the upside down drama. steve is her caregiver an they have a father-daughter dynamic but it originally started as a older brother situation before they found this to be more comfortable (steve helps her eventually tell lucas an he becomes her babysitter - steve still has the main roll of cg!!)

[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.

[princessmanamia]

Billy Hargrove CG head cannons

Theres not nearly enough soft Billy content so please enjoy this Billy Hargrove x Agere femreader brain rot

IF YOU DONT LIKE AGE REGRESSION (or absolute fluff) DONT READ

(VERY SPECIFICALLY IF HE HAD LIVED POST MIND FLAYER, NONE OF THIS IS PRE MIND FLAYER BILLY)

- Big brother energy, self explanatory i hope

- refers to himself as “Bubby” or “bubuh”

- When your in his care, he specifically refers to steve as “your daddy” ie, “angel if you dont stay in my line of sight, YOUR Daddy is gonna have my head on a steak”

- Hasn’t actually seen you completely baby spaced, (your too unsure and embarrassed to be that small around billy so its more 5 yr old energy ) and he is secretly intrigued and wants to gain enough trust to get to that point

- Definitely not one for bottles, i cant explain it but this man spoon feeds, i just know it! More like “nope ur too big for that, c’mere -opens up applesauce and grabs a spoon-

- More attentive than he appears! if he notices the little space tendencies, he is watching your body language like a hawk (and looking for any stressors or potential danger) to a point that (daddy) steve or (momma) robin might miss

- Head scratches (and rubs)!!! And the kind where all his fingers are splayed out, like he’s cradling your head….Its his way of showing affection and trying not to startle you if he’s coming up from behind, he’s secretly pained cuz you would flinch from him for the longest time, (from trust issues)

- Also blowing raspberries?? he’ll try and be sweet, and raise ur hand to his mouth to kiss it (or better yet grab ur face to kiss your cheek) but no you just end up with a slobber filled raspberry blowing and it always results in a giggle fit (if you could see how he looks at you when you giggle like that😩🥺)

- Has a soft blanket secretly tucked away in the back of his car, (only max knows about it, cuz he feels that steve might tease him for it and the thought alone irritates him) also has juice boxes in the glove box

- Petnames he uses: angel/angel face, little bunny, cotton tail, pipsqueak, little bit, doll/ doll face

[tinytalkss]

🦇CG!Eddie, Stranger Things🦇

self indulgent this time :) i’m rewatching stranger things, and i like to watch it when i’m feeling little(but not super small)! its a good reminder that regression is unique to each little, and you can do things like swearing, watching horror movies, or play adult video games while small if that’s what helps you feel safe! i think if i could have any stranger things character be my cg, it would be eddie… so here are some headcanons! 

caregiver eddie headcanons:

would keep character bandaids in his trailer, and would put them on even the tiniest scrapes because it makes you happy

hangs up your drawings on his fridge or keeps them in his van to show to his friends

always holds your hand when you need reassurance, or just when you cross the street (“hey baby, can you hold my hand while we cross, to be safe?”)

lots of affection, hugs, kisses, and little gifts (“i saw this and thought of you, little munchkin!”)

reallyyyy loves using nicknames!

if you feel extra clingy, he’ll bring you to hellfire and hold you, and would death stare anyone that looked at you weird

would make a big show of getting rid of the “monsters under your bed” if you can’t sleep, spraying them with monster spray (even if it might just be water)

if that doesn’t work, he’d sit with you and hold you until you fell asleep

if you’re regressed to really small (babyspace), he would coo at you constantly and carry you around the trailer to look at things or rock back and forth holding you and humming songs

if you’re regressed to older, like kid ages or teen ages, he’d probably try and play d&d with you or watch a movie that he got from steve and robin

lets you play with his hair, something that nobody else gets to do

realizes when you haven’t regressed in a while and tries to get you to regress…

ex: “where’s my little baby at? i haven’t seen them in a while, do they wanna come play with me? we can watch a movie, or play a game…”

you always end up regressing, he’s very good at making you feel safe and small

loves listening to you babble on about your day, or your favorite show, whatever it is he’ll listen (“hey sunshine, tell me all about your day!”)

drives you around in the van, being careful and driving slow to not make you upset. he even turns on music, and would smile in the rear view mirror and watch you nod to the beat!

[eddi3spaghetti]

yk i like you imma give u some paci icons

reblog if you wanna use them

[babiemunson]

eddie munson as a caregiver <3

"hey, kiddo. you feeling pretty small right now? c'mere, let me see. yep - that's a baby right there. oh, you're a big kid, huh? haha. alright. here, how about we make a pillow fort and watch a movie. i've got your stuffie right here, some blankets... yeah, we're all set. then later maybe we can take a walk. i know a spot with some great trees for climbing - y'know, since you're a big kid and all. we can do whatever you want, little bat. i'll keep you safe."

he'd be such a good cg :(

[slasherbabi]

CG! Eddie Munson x Shifter Agere OC

Chapter 2. Back to Hawkins

Summary: BB finds herself back in Hawkins and Eddie finds himself more drawn to take care of her.

Warnings: Heavier Implications of abuse, implications of ED and SH. Gareth being a little mean, Eddie babying Bonnie. VERY LONG (2.9 k)

Eddie woke in the morning, he no longer felt the comforting weight of Bonnie on his chest, so he rolled over and stretched his arm out looking for her, groaning when he didn't feel her. "Mmmmm, Bon...?" After no answer, he sat up looking around and squinting, "Bon?" He sits up getting out of the bed, beginning to search the trailer, the clothes he'd given her were still in his bed, and hers were missing, had she left? He couldn't help feel a little let down, but despite that, he got dressed and left for the day. "No way you spent the night with a girl, we're losers Ed." Jeff snorted and looked among the group to see their reactions. "No no its true, he called me about it last night, soooo, you and stalker girl?" Gareth grins and nudges Eddie in the side. His jaw clenched in annoyance. "It's not like that, she's not a stalker she-" He cut himself off, the truth would sound insane, he wasn't even sure it was true, and if it was, he probably shouldn't be telling the town about it. "She's not a stalker. Anyway nothing happened, she had a nightmare or something, asked me to sleep next to her, and when I woke up she was gone." "She take anything?" Jeff asks, they'd never seen Eddie like this, so they got the hint to take it easy on the jokes. He shakes his head. "Stash untouched, money all there, tv, guitar, nothings missing. She said she wasn't from Hawkins, I don't have her number." There was an uncomfortable silence as Eddie pushed around the food on his tray with his fork. "I don't think I'll ever see her again..."

Bonnie woke up to the sound of yelling and things being thrown around the house, a familiar noise, but unsettling none the less, she whines softly. "Eddie? What's happening?" Her eyes opened and she saw she was back in her own room. "Oh... it was a dream." She slowly sat up before seeing her legs, cut and bruised and grazed, pretty freshly too. A finger pressed around the wounds experimentally causing her to hiss, it wasn't a dream? "Bonnie! Get your ass downstairs!" She jumps up and pulls on a hoodie to cover the hellfire shirt, going downstairs as instructed. "Heard you up last night, no wonder you've slept half the day. And who were you talking to just now?" "It's only mid day papa, and no one, just... myself." A strong grip tightened around her wrist. "Then what happened to your legs hm? You been sneaking out?" "I'm an adult-" "-You're my daughter! You listen to me! Go get my tools!" "But-" "Get!" He shoves her toward the door, causing her to trip and smack into the wall. Bonnie was immediately crying but ran to get the tools, it would only upset him more to see her cry, or that she'd split her lip, as well as bumping above her eye, which would no doubt bruise, and her nose started bleeding. She wiped her face as best as she could with her sleeve as she collected her dads bag, dragging it back to him and keeping her head down.

Bonnie watched from her bed as her dad boarded shut her window, and then added a lock to the outside of her door. "What if I have to pee? What if there's a fire?" "You can hold it. And god forbid the house set on fire, you'd better hope I remember to let you out." Without another word, the door was shut and locked, locking Bonnie in the room with no way out. After a while of crying and panicking from being trapped, she grabbed her phone and began typing searching up to see if anyone had similar experiences to her from last night, and after having to continuously filter results and change her search she found it, she found what she was looking for. A blog talking about their shifting experience, and the more she read through it, the more it sounded like that's exactly what she did, just, without meaning to. Her next search, how to do it again. It wasn't long before she was lying in bed, trying all sorts of different methods, she hadn't scripted, she wanted the pure, authentic Eddie she met last night. Bonnie steadied her breathing, focusing on the memory of Eddie. A soft smile spread on her face and she felt herself drifting.

Bonnie jolted awake, looking around and sighing in relief to see Eddies room surrounding her, she laid back in his sheets comfortably, at home she had a mattress and two pillows so she was grateful for the warm, cosy bedding, it was just an added bonus that they smelt like Eddie. Speaking of, she got up and headed for the door. "Eddie?" She opened the door to see an older, balding man drinking coffee, she recognised him as uncle Wayne, but still shrieked in surprise and slammed the door shut.

Eddie got home, taking off his jacket and hanging it up before leaning back to crack his back, he went to go make a snack when a voice behind him spoke. "Who's the girl?" Uncle Wayne, Eddie looked at him and saw a smirk, "In your room?" He elaborated, "Don't worry, not mad, just, use protection and keep the noise down-" "When did she get here?" "Well, I got in before you left, so I assumed she stayed the night, certainly didn't get here since I've been home." Eddie didn't wait a second longer, rushing to his room and opening the door. "Bon!" He grins before fidgeting and clearing his throat, "I mean, you're back! Where'd you go?" He crossed his arms awkwardly trying not to seem so excited. Bonnie was curled up in the corner, hugging her knees to her chest. "My uncle scare yo-" he was cut off to her hugging him tight, her face hidden in his chest, he hoped she wouldn't hear the way his heart skipped a beat. "Hey? You okay...?" "When I fell asleep, I woke up at home again..." She was trembling slightly. Eddie grew worried and gently lifted her face, his expression dropping seeing her black eye and busted lip. He strokes her hair back with a worried expression, hands slightly shaking with hidden rage, the cold metal of his rings gently brushing her cheeks. "Who did this to you?" She shook her head. "It doesn't matter you can't fi-" "Bon, Who. Did. This?" "My dad." His jaw tensed, she was right, he couldn't do anything, it broke his heart, but when he saw her eyes welled with tears, it washed away, replaced with worry, being mad wouldn't help anything, he wanted to help her instead. "You'll stay here, with me, I'll keep you safe, here." Eddie knelt in front of her and looked away as he pulled down her shorts, replacing them with his sweatpants. "What are you doing?" BB asks, watching him nervously, chewing on the ends of her sleeve as she felt herself beginning to slip. "I'm gonna take care of you. That okay?" She blushed wildly and nods making him smile wide. "Good girl." Eddie had an urge for a while, to have someone in his life that needed him, to care for them, to... baby them. He never understood the compulsion. "Come on baby bat, up you come." Eddie picked up her up, wrapping her legs around his waist, making her hug onto his neck in panic, fearing she'd be dropped. "It's okay, I got you."

Eddie sat her on the side of the bathtub, gently cleaning off her face of the dried blood. "Tell me if I'm hurting you, okay?" Bon once again nods softly, still chewing and sucking on her sleeve. "Good girl, hey hey no baby... icky. Look your sleeves are all wet now..." He opened a draw and pulled out a numbing cream, gently applying it to her injuries. "Sowwy..." He paused at the way she spoke, but smiles. "It's okay, how about we go to the store and you can pick out anything you want okay? So, something you can chew on too?" Eddie smiles wide and kisses her forehead gently. "First, how about we brush this hair?" "Okay..." She smiles wide and reaches up to be picked up again.

"Laces all tied?" Eddie had found an old pair of his from being younger, they had all sorts of drawings on them. "Yep! All tied!" Bon's legs swing back and forth from the van seat. "Okay, so hold my hand, don't wonder off, and while I adore that little voice of yours, I think it's best you don't talk to anyone, okay?" He was worried about the people in this town being their usual selves and making her feel bad, and also worried people would question who she even was, the people here were paranoid especially after the last few years. She nods firmly, waiting as he came to her side of the van, unbuckled her and lifted her out of the van. Her hand clasps around his, automatically pressing herself to his side as they walked into the little store. They walked to the clothing isle, "So you have stuff to wear at mine?" He chuckles, making her chew her lip shyly, she kinda liked wearing his clothes, "Do you wanna pick or can I?" The regressor in her craved being cared for completely, even being dressed. "You pick." BB spoke quietly so she wouldn't be heard. "Okay... why don't you look around and pick some things, and meet me right over there okay?" He pointed to an Icee machine, giving her hand a squeeze and then a little kiss before watching her walk away.

Bonnie waddled nervously down each isle, stopping when she came to the baby section, she wanted badly to get some things, she didn't have much at home, but she didn't know if Eddie would want to buy these for her, on the other hand, maybe she could lie about why she wanted to it, nervously picking up a sippy cup, bottle, and a set of plate, bowl and cutlery with teddy bears printed on it. She nervously held the items to her chest and continued looking through them, after a lot of thought, she chose to stay with what she had, not wanting to push Eddie. She made her way towards the Icee machine, eyes widening to see a familiar face sat on the counter drinking one. "Gareth?" His face turns to her and he frowns. "I know you?" His tongue was a bright purple colour from the drink, her face grew a somewhat scared expression. "O-oh... No no sorry I thought you were someone else..." He looked over her confused before noticing the shoes, Eddies. "Stalker girl? Holy shit it's stalker girl!" He chuckles to himself and gets off of the counter, getting close to her, "Eddie told us all about you, so, how do you know all this stuff about us?"

On the other side of the store, Eddie was busy filling a basket with all sorts of stuff, the urge to spoil becoming too hard to conquer, he also slipped a few things into his pockets, but his head snapped up hearing the familiar voice of his club member, Gareth, yelling "Stalker girl." His heart dropped, he loved his friends, but he knew what they were like, just like how he was usually. He rushed towards the noise, seeing Gareth and Bonnie. "Gareth back off." Eddie tapped BB's hand with his finger, letting her know he was there if she needed, trying to hold back a smile when he felt her hand wrap around two of his fingers. Gareth's hands lifted defensively. "Just asking her questions, looking out for my guy. So," He looks down at their hands "You two are...?" Eddie gave a stern look and Gareth decided to drop it. "Well... uh, have fun, see ya Monday I guess..." With that he walked away and Eddie knelt in front of BB stroking her hair, "You okay? I'm sorry about him..." She nods and reaches forward hugging around his neck tight and hiding her face in the comforting nest that was his hair. "Oh... "He hugged back "Hey its okay, just gotta pay and we can go back to mine okay? Just me an' you alright? Can you do that f'me?" He pulled back doing his best to look down at her despite their close proximity, pouting a little "Please?" Bonnie takes a deep breath and nods softly, letting go of Eddie before pointing at the cart he was trying to hide. "Wha's dat?" Eddie made a mental note to ask about how she was talking later on, but for now he guided her attention back to him. "Those are surprises when we get back home okay?" She looked away from them and nods softly, smiling a little, "I'm gonna need you to gimme what you've chosen, and then look away so the surprise isn't ruined, 'kay?" Once he was handed her items, he smiled wide at what she'd chosen, a little baby bottle? He couldn't help picturing himself holding her on his lap and feeding her with the bottle, but quickly shook the idea from his head and frowned at himself for thinking that way, he paid for the items, well the ones that weren't hidden in his pockets, hid everything away in the bag, and turned back to Bonnie. "Time for home."

Once the pair got back, Eddie led Bonnie to his room, guiding her to sit down and taking the shoes off for her. "First, for my girl," The words caught her attention, his girl, " The plates and bottle you picked out..." She snatched them up trying to hide them shyly making him chuckle and grab her hand "No need for that, I already saw them anyway sweetheart." He tucked some of her hair out of the way just admiring her face for a moment before digging through the bag, the first item he pulled out was a soft teddy bear making her gasp and go to grab it, but hesitating and looking at him for approval. "Go on, its yours." He could see the fear in her face, the long term affects of her abuse. "Good girl..." He praises gently when she takes it. The next items from the bag consisted of a few other stuffed animals, leaving her in a pile of them, followed by many different cute clothes half were bright baby pastels, and the other were black and grey "In case you wanted to look like yours truly." He'd explained, there were shirts with cute decals printed on them, like little flowers or bees, one had stars and clouds. he then pulled out a dress, it was a skater dress with a pink floral design. And last but not least, he pulled out a few more items, a 2 pack of pacifiers, "I'd be careful with these they might hurt your teeth." She blushed brightly at the sight of them, he also pulled out a little rattle toy, a teether toy, a bottle of his own as well as a bunch of food and candy and applesauce. Something about her too him, he didn't know what it was, he wanted to baby her, and he had a feeling she'd want that. "Let's get you into your own clothes now, m'kay?" She nods softly "Want my help?" she nods again, allowing him to carefully remove his clothing from her, replacing it with an oversized blue carebears shirt, and some soft shorts, though the shirt was was large enough to cover them completely anyway. "Now, your hair, can I tie it up for you sweetie? Wanna see that pretty face of yours." Bonnie was busy staring down at her clothing, she felt adorable in the oversized, lightly coloured clothing and eddies mismatched comfy socks, her long hair covering her face before she squealed and hugged him tightly catching him off guard and nearly making him topple over, "Awww I'm glad you like it honey, now." He put a few pillows on the floor and sat on his bed, "sit, back t'me princess." She did as he said and sat between his legs, shyly playing with his pant legs and hugging one of her new stuffed animals close. Eddie had braided his own hair before, but this was someone else and much longer, he'd give it his best go. Once her hair was done, he grins at her, "There's the gorgeous princess, now, sit tight, I need to go speak with my uncle." He takes the plate from the set and the sippy cup before leaving BB alone in his room, finding Wayne watching TV. "There he is, my favourite uncle, anything I can get you? A beer, a sandwi-" "What do you want? Is it about the girl?" "What? Pfft, no! Such accusations, I'm deeply offended." "So what is it?" "... Okay yeah it's about BB, can she stay here?" He put his hands in the 'please' position. "Eddie-" "Did you not see her face? She doesn't have somewhere safe to go. Please Wayne." That hit his soft spot, Wayne glared at the boy who occupied his trailer for a similar reason, remembering a young teen Eddie sniffling up at him, black eye and a trash bag full of his stuff. "Fine... Just, remember what I said earlier." His face went red, head rolling back as he groaned. "Jesus Wayne! It's not like that." Eddie shook the embarrassment off, breathing a sigh before going back to his room, watching her for a moment in silence. "Hey Bon?" To Be Continued, Part 3

Tags @hi-im-fan-trash

[kenascutecorner]

Jealousy, Jealousy

Summary: The reader is a vv insecure guy who feels like Eddie will leave him for a pretty girl after he sees him and Chrissy in the woods together

Word count: 471

Warnings: hurt/comfort, insecurities

Request?: yes/no

I went to lunch, just like every other day. However, today something was different. Eddie wasn't there? Maybe he was waiting for me in the woods, I thought to myself.

I slowly made my way to our spot, when I heard them.

I continued walking towards the bench we always sit at, a little more cautious this time. I heard what sounded like... Laughter?

I peered through a gap in the trees, and there they were, my Eddie with her.

Why did it have to be her?

Suddenly he flipped back on the bench, and I jumped a little. He was laughing while pointing at Chrissy. I was too heartbroken to hear what he was saying.

I turned around and ran. I had no idea where I was going.

I found myself running to my best friend, Steve Harrington. "Steve!" I yelled out as I saw him talking to Dustin. Both of their heads immediately turned to look at me as I ran toward them.

Once I got to Steve, I couldn't stop myself from slipping. Luckily Dustin knew about my regression, so I was safe to be tiny.

"Uncle Stevie! Dada wus wif a pwetty giwl an an an she wus happy an he wus smilin an it mades me all sad!" Steve was stunned as you collapsed in his arms. "Hey angel, look at me, hm?" He put his finger under your chin and continued speaking, "Let's dry our tears, your daddy loves you very much, I'm absolutely sure he wouldn't do anything to hurt you on purpose. Let's go talk to him, hm?"

As you approached Eddie's van, he ran up to you. "Oh baby there you are!" He picked you up and spun you around. "I was so worried! Steve, you know we meet in the forest every day where-" He was cut off by a harsh look from Steve paired with the meanest voice he could muster. "Someone was with a certain girl, a girl you know he has jealousy issues with, a girl you know he thinks you'll leave him for. So don't even start in on me, Munson" Steve's tone was bitter and relentless. Eddie was left speechless.

"Baby," Eddie slowly brought you down from his arms so he didn't scare you. "Dada is never, ever, ever ever ever, going to leave you." You looked down at your toes. "Not even for da pwetty giwl? Pecause yous were laughin and having fun without me!" You looked heartbroken as you began to cry again.

"Hey, angel, look at me. Daddy pinky promises he will never leave you, you're my snuggle bunny, my sun, moon, and my stars, the light of my life. I could never leave you." Eddie pulled you in for a hug. "Fank yous Dada." I wrapped my arms around him and smiled.