#caregiver!eddie munson

[desolatecure]

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

Age regressor Steve, pure fluff ´ˎ˗

—kink regressors dni

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You alright, sweetheart?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Steven!”

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

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

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

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

“Woah- hey, Stevie- What happened?”

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

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

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

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

“Oh, baby,” Eddie sighs, “Which one?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“A what-wha?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I like you too.”

[littlespacereader]

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

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

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

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

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

Rescuing The Prince🍂🎃

Caregiver! Eddie Munson & Little! Steve Harrington

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

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

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

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

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

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

~~~

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.

[babydolls-writing-space]

“Goodnight my sweet angel.. sleep well”

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(this is not proof read)

It was only second period and you were already ready to leave. You didn't get a lot of sleep the night before due to having to work on a “group “ project by yourself which everyone left you to do on your own. You didn't get done with the project till about 2;45 in the morning and you had to wake up at 6 am to get ready so you didn’t miss the bus ( it comes at 6;45 ). You were tying your hardest to stay awake in your class but u didnt think you were gonna make it, slowly putting your pencil down you laid your head on the desk to rest it slowly drifting off to sleep.  

Before your knew it the bell had rang and you quickly grabbed your things and put them in your bag heading to the cafeteria since you had first lunch. The lights were to bright for your tired eyes and it was a little to loud for your liking, slowly making your way over to your boyfriend eddie you sat down as he was making a joke to dustin. “Hey there sweetheart, how are you doing?” he asked with a smile on his face as he looked down at you. You didn't respond, only making a small “mm.” sound as you put your head  on his shoulder. “Something wrong sweetheart?” he asked as he saw you weren't as happy as you usually were, only a small head shake no in response to his question. “ Do you wanna head back to my place to rest up? “ he asked gently, putting his arm around you to gently hold you.  You didnt really want to skip class but your body was so exhausted to the point where you didnt think you were gonna make it through the day, so you let out a small huff as you nod softly.  

Eddie slowly grabbed his bag underneath the table and put it on the table saying goodbye to the others as he slowly stood up with you following as he grabbed your bag for you starting to walk out of the cafeteria doors. When you got to the parking lot he grabbed his keys unlocking the doors as he opens it for you slowly helping you into the seat and  puts the bags behind you. He carefully helped you put the seatbelt on and closed the door going to get into the drivers seat and getting his stuff ready starting to drive back to his place.  

As Eddie started to drive you started to fidget with your hands a little in your lap, eddie soon taking notice “ babydoll are you doin alright? “ he asked as you nodded your head softly. “ Are you feeling tiny?” he asked as he slowed down the van. You nodded softly and with a smile appearing on his face he  stopped the van for a moment as he went into the back and grabbed your comfort stuffie and your paci heading back up to you gently putting the stuffie on your lap and the paci in your  mouth with a small kiss on your forehead “dont worry sweetheart its ok” he said sitting back down in his seat starting to drive again.  

Shortly after you both arrive to the house he gets out of his seat and headed over to your door opening it as he gently unbuckles you from your seat and picks you up caring you on his hip as he closes the door heading into his place.  

He walked in and carried you to his room, sitting your down on the bed. Eddie grabbed one of his shirts and a pair of comfy pants for you helping you get them on.  Once he was done he picked you back up holding you on his hip carrying you into the kitchen as he started to make you a bottle. You whined a little “papa m not dat tinys..” you said softly as he let out a small chuckle “ you sure sweetheart? You sound so small sweet angel” he said with a soft smile as you hid your face into his shoulder, whining in response. Eddie continued to make the bottle as he let it heat up he gently rocked you as he waited.  

Once the bottle had finished he checked the milk on  his hand to make sure it wasn't too hot and then carried you out to the couch gently setting you down on his lap as he grabbed the remote turning  on the tv. Eddie gently held you in his arms as he put on your favorite cartoon as he slowly put the bottle to your mouth letting you drink it. About half-way done with the bottle you started to feel your eyes feel heavy and slowly close them as eddie gently removes the bottle sitting it beside him as he  covered you with a blanket and slowly put your stuffie in your arms softly rocking you “ goodnight my sweet angel..sleep well”

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[aew-kun-age-regression]

Thinkin bout CG Eddie at the moment :3

— I wanna play DND so bad rn that's what prompted this, the last campaign I played was ages ago but was so fun

[sunshine-n-raccoons]

Bad Days turned Blue(y).

Eddie Munson x little! reader

TW: age regression (involuntary) due to anxiety and stress. If you don’t like this, please don’t read!

When reader has a really rough day at school, Eddie finds her secretly in her room watching her new favorite show, and decides to tune in.

Today was a rough day for you. You had got into an argument early in the morning with one of your friends in class, you got shut down by a teacher in that class, and only you were the one who got in trouble for it, and then after school one of your coworkers embarrassed you in front of your team at work, you pretty much spent a majority of your breaks sobbing in the bathroom.

What’s even worse is today was a day Eddie decided to skip classes and not tell you ahead of time. Maybe he got too high or drunk the night before, who knows. all you know is he wasn’t there when you needed him most and that was your biggest let down.

Normally you always looked forward to seeing him in the hallways, or at lunch just to sneak in a hug or a reassuring hand squeeze or two. But none of that today, you were on your own and felt like you were slowly suffocating on the negativity of the day.

You just couldn’t wait to go home, curl up in bed, and watch Bluey, it’s a new show you discovered recently. It not only helps you feel safe and comforted, the episodes are just so easy and calming to watch and not overstimulating. It’s a show you can watch whether big or little.

At this point of the day you are just leaning back at work zoning in and out, just focused on getting home. it wasn’t until your boss called you out on it and sent you home for not being focused at work.

“Go home, Y/N. You’re doing us no good just standing around like that.”

His snarky tone and frustrated look on his face was what was pushing you to your limit for the day.

With the holidays, school starting back up and work, you have not been able to watch Bluey much, or more importantly be small (you are still learning to allow yourself to voluntarily regress as a coping skill to PREVENT these kind of days).

And now after crying so much today and being so worn down, you were beyond exhausted and burnt out, you could feel herself slipping deeper and deeper into little space as you inched closer and closer to the house.

Normally when you are slipping like this, you can’t do much of anything because of the anxiety attached to it, but you were solely on auto pilot mode, trying to just get home and get inside.

That was the hope, anyway. But it seemed like getting closer to home you were getting more and more anxious. Due to the distance of the drive it seemed like you had time to fully feel and process the longevity of the day and the weight of it, and it was hitting you like a train as soon as you pull into the driveway.

You storm into the house and immediately put on your comfort pajamas on, you grab your favorite stuffie, and a soft blanket and march into the living room, putting Bluey on the TV and plopping on the couch, curling up and clinging to your stuffie as close as possible.

It only took about half an episode to fully submerge you into little space, and only about 3 more after that to lull you to a much needed nap. You stayed asleep until you were startled awake by the door opening and closing.

You jump up and see Eddie standing in the doorway of the living room, chewing on his hair to prevent his smile as he looks at you, the TV, just staring.

“Well, well, well… what do we have going on here?!” He says playfully while chuckling.

You immediately feel heat rush to your cheeks and tears swell up in your eyes. You know Teddy is never going to make fun of you for being small, but little you already dealt with so much today and his grin and laugh makes you think he’s laughing at you and making fun.

“Don’ laugh at me!” You whine out and hide under your blanket as you begin to sniffle away tears.

You hear Eddie shuffle towards you and he starts to let out confused sounds. “What in the WORLD?! Where did my sweet little baby go?! I swear they were JUST HERE.”

you could hear the smile in his voice. You took the blanket off and before he could pull the “THERE THEY ARE” bit your frown stopped him in his tracks.

“I not a baby, Teds. I don’ wanna play dat.” You then cringe at the name you said and way you spoke, proving that you were in fact, small.

He clicks his tongue and plops down on the couch next to you, when you turn away from him and pretend to keep watching Bluey like he doesn’t exist he gently grabs you and turns you towards him, pausing the show.

“What’s wrong angel? Please talk to Teddy, I can’t help if I don’t know what’s going on” he says softly.

You look down and play with your hands for a second, grabbing the remote and playing the show again, avoiding his eye contact as much as possible. But he knows his stare is your weakness and he did not break his gaze towards you for one second. He stayed patiently watching you for an entire episode of Bluey, and when the next one started, when you weren’t singing the intro or dancing with him to the music he knew something was really wrong.

He gets up and turns the entire TV off this time, standing in front of it, arms crossed and stares at you with a slight smirk, but serious and concerned gaze on his face.

“Baby, you know I don’t like when you ignore Teddy. You gotta talk to me, ‘member? Communication is important. And it hurts Teddy’s feelings when you don’t look at me or talk to me”

you felt tears welling up again and you mumbled “how do you think I felt today when you weren’t at school”

Eddie’s face fell “oh honey, I’m sorry I forgot to tell you I wasn’t coming in today. Wayne needed me and I-“

“And I needed Teddy!” You choked out and curl yourself back up into the couch and turn to face away from him, fully shutting down.

He gently comes up behind you and wraps his arms around your waist, kissing your temple and whispering “I’m sorry sweetheart. I don’t know exactly what happened but I can tell it was a hard time for you and I wish I could’ve been there. Teddy is super duper sorry. Teddy’s here now and he wants to hold you and help you feel better, hm? How does that sound? We put Bluey back on and snuggle?”

at this point you’re smaller than ever. Eddie’s caring demeanor for you always has that effect. You slowly nod your head and turn towards him, making grabby hands and he immediately scoops you up and readjusts on the couch so he’s comfortably cradling you, as you are both snuggly wrapped in soft blankets and he presses play on the show.

As he’s playing with your hair and rubbing soothing circles throughout your body, you feel yourself feeling better and more safe and grounded. By the time you guys watch two episodes, you and Eddie both are giggly and invested in the show again, and you laugh at all of Eddie’s dramatic reactions to the show. He has his sweet little giggly baby again!

You spend the rest of the evening on the couch snuggling, Eddie giving you random kisses on your head until you fall fast asleep in his arms. He lets you stay there, because he can tell when his baby has had a rough one, and he’ll do anything to let those hard days go by faster, even if it means his arms falling asleep for hours while holding you.

It’s worth it.

[doe-eyed-dreamr]

Little!Steve and Caregiver!Eddie Moodboard

This board goes along with a fic I've just posted on ao3! The link to the fic is below if you want to check it out <3

(technically a repost but I've updated the board a little and actually linked the fic this time)

[sphynxratedr]

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

Little!steve 🧸

kink regressors dni

Steve is /tired/

Absolutely exhausted

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

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

He’s over it

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

Just being around Eddie.

He misses his teddy

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

He hears the bell ring

Why can’t people just stay home?

“Helloo birdie Buckley”

Steve whips his head around at the sound of Eddie

“Hi Edward”

Steve imagines the grimace on Eddie’s face

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

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

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

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

“Hi baby” he greets

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Sounds fun Ed’s” Steve says softly

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You better”

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

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

Except it doesn’t last

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

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

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

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

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

Based on how the tape was made? The casing?

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

It’s 10pm.

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

no. You gotta drive

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

His hands shake as they grip the wheel

Just a bit further-

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

He takes a deep shaky breath

“Just gotta get home. Home home”

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

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

Eddie’s not home

he stares sadly at the spot where Eddie parks the van

He’s alone tonight..

Maybe he should call up the bar and-

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

He could do it again

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

12:23

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

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

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

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

Just making him take care of you when he gets backs

he’s gonna be too tired to deal with you

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

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

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

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

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

Sadly it doesn’t work

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

“Stevie?”

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

“Teddy?” He whispers

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

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

“I’m big” he lowers his voice a bit

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

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

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

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

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

you’re making him feel bad

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

Eddie’s eyebrows furrow

“Baby love” he cups at Steve’s cheek

Steve curses at the whine he lets out

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

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

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

Steve nods and a soft ‘mhmm’

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Steve turns away from Eddie, clearly grumpy

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

Steve mumbles softly, back still towards Eddie

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

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

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

Steve nods and wraps his arms around Eddie

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

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

“Hadda” he nods

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

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

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

Steve giggles into his chest then sniffles

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

Eddie smiles

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

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

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

Eddie smiles down at him

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

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

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

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

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

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

Eddie rubs down his back and hugs him close

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

Steve looks up at him and gasps

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

Steve smiles and nuzzles into the soft fur

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“an Gnight kisses for teddy”

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

“My sweet boy” he mumbles closing his eyes

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

Eddie tightens his grip each time

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

Eddie doesn’t mind it one bit

[jjtheresidentbaby]

!!!! Hi! Would you be able to write something with Eddie Munson or Aaron Hotchner as caregivers? They're both heavy comfort characters for me, and I honestly love how you write Aaron!!

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ pick a toy ໒꒱ ⋆ﾟ⊹

|| eddie munson x reader

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“You have to stay close baby, don’t want you gettin’ lost on me.” Eddie grins down to you, coming to take your hand and lead you away from the shelf of toys you’ve become entranced in. The stores fully stocked today, Joyce having just told you both that all the supplies in the back has been unloaded so nothing should be unavailable.

“What’re we gettin?” You ask and shuffle a little faster to keep up with Eddie’s quick steps.

“A few things. Some hand cream, a few bottles of orange juice, bread, extra hair ties, and maybe, if you’re good you can pick out a toy.” A beaming smile makes its way across your face hearing how your caregiver sing songs the words.

“I’ll be good! Promise Ed’s!” He reaches to ruffle your hair with his free hand before he starts to pluck a couple bottles of orange juice out of the stores freezer wall. You both go through it within no time flat so you guess it makes sense he’s grabbing so many, though you wonder if Wayne will appreciate the surplus of it suddenly appearing in the fridge.

-

The rest of the shopping goes smoothly, sans Eddie knocking over a display of paper towels that Joyce shakes her head at. But the list gets crossed off with each movement through the small store, Eddie fills the basket he carries and is soon leading you both back to the toy aisle. You’re practically vibrating with excitement when Eddie nods to the shelves and tells you to choose something.

There’s so many things, small plastic dragons, stuffed bears, my little ponies, a couple strawberry shortcake coloring books, and a bunch of other things that you take time to meticulously considered. After some minutes and an ask for Eddie’s and Joyce’s opinion, you make a choice and happily skip over to the counter so Joyce can ring you both up.

“You were very good baby, thank you.” You smile brightly to Eddie, bouncing on your feet as he carrie’s the bags of groceries out to the van and allows you to jump a few steps ahead.

-

[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 :(

[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.

[broke-art-girl]

Eddie Munson Age Regression Head Canons

(Age Regression is a SFW coping mechanism for people with trauma. Don't get it twisted. Age regressing is when a persons mental state becomes that of a literal child. A minor!!! Thanks for coming to my Ted talk)

• He would buy you deco packs and call you the cutest little pet names like sweetheart.

• He would play you soft music on his guitar as you fell asleep. He loves it when you play with his hair and babble until your eyes get so heavy that you can't hold them open anymore.

• He loves booping your nose and holding you. He sits down in the rocking chair then you crawl up onto his lap, laying on his chest as he gently rocks you your face nuzzled into his warm chest.

• He loves buying you little plushies. Especially the bat ones. And plastic animal printed plates and cups.

• He likes watching cartoons with you. The way the tv lights up your happy little face melts his heart.

• If you use Sippys or bottles, he takes his time to clean them so they don't get gross.

[like-what-the-fuck-scoob]

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

This fic is a combination of these ask requests:

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

Word Count: 1.2k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

~ Wise men say, only fools rush in ~

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

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

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

~ Shall I stay? Would it be a sin?

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I love you too, Eddie."

[italiansteebie]

also on ao3 // little steve and little rob

Steve was getting ready for Robin to come over, she was little, and Nancy had a job interview so she wasn’t available, and she only called Steve instead of Eddie because Robin was asking for him. He hopes she won’t be disappointed that he’s not little, too. (And maybe if he was honest with himself, he was feeling little, but he spent the last two weeks at Eddie’s, and he didn’t want to bother him again. He could hold off being little while Robin was here, right?)

Not too much longer after Steve had finished making some PB and J’s, he heard the telltale sound of Nancy’s car door, and there was the ringing of the door bell. He heaved a sigh, and willed himself to stay big, he could do this.

He forced on a smile and trudged over to the door. “Robs!” He sang, as he swung open the front door, “Stevie,” she answered, bouncing on her heels, backpack jingling and clinking with the sound of beads and markers. He opened the door wider so she could enter, smiling at Nancy who was waving from her car, shouting a quick, “Thank you!” 

Steve shut the door and whirled around to face Robin who was staring at him quizzically, “Not little?” She questioned, raising an eyebrow. Steve shook his head, “Nope.” He gave her a toothy smile. “Sure? Call Ebby?” She asked again, lisp coming through as she shook her backpack towards him. “‘M fine Robs, I feel a little fuzzy but not little, I can handle it, okay?” He said, voice soft, almost pleading. Robin finally let it go, shoulders slumping a little before she sauntered over to the coffee table where she proceeded to dump her back upside down, letting the contents spill over the table. 

She patted the space next to where she had plopped down, “Come make bracelets, Stevie.” She giggled, before grabbing some beads and stringing them on to the thread. Steve shook his head fondly, pushing down the fuzziness and sitting by Robin. “Can I make you a bracelet, Robs?” He asked, not planning on taking no for an answer. She nodded her head wordlessly as she focused on her bracelet, tongue poking out of the corner of her mouth as she strung another bead. 

They sat for a few minutes, quietly focused on making their respective bracelets, before Robin stood, “Finished!” She sang, shaking the bracelet in Steve’s face, it was colorful and sparkly, and just at the sight of it Steve had to fight the urge to regress. “It’s beautiful, Bobs!” He gasped dramatically, watching as she giggled at his antics, “For you,” she said simply before laying the bracelet on his lap and scurrying away. “I’m hungry, Stevie!” She shouted as she walked away, making her way to the kitchen. 

Steve rocked for a minute, zoning out, before he shook his head and stood. He could be big for a day, he could be big for Robin. He let out a heavy breath before following her into the kitchen, thanking his lucky stars he had the thought to pre-make lunch, he doesn’t think he could handle that right now if he was being completely honest, which, yeah. It was worrisome, but he was… Somewhat confident that he could stay big for Robin’s sake. He shook his head once more, hoping that the motion would shake away the feeling of being little. 

Robin was looking at him again, the same look she had on her face when she first got here. There was no doubt in Steve’s mind that she knew Steve was having trouble staying big. “Call Ebby?” She asked again, tone gentle. “‘M fine, Bobs. Lets get some lunch, kay?” he suggested, shifting the topic off of him as he reached into the refrigerator to grab the plate of sandwiches. 

He was about to place the plate down, but he miscalculated, and it landed on the floor. Pieces of porcelain and sandwiches went everywhere. “Oh no!” He heard Robin shout over the water that seemed to be filling his ears. He stared at the broken plate and the ruined sandwiches, before silently bending down to clean up his mess. He could feel the tears running down his face, and he knew his losing battle with the fuzziness was coming to an end. “Stevie,” Robin said, he looked up to meet her, and he crumpled. “Robbie, need Ebby, pease,” he wailed, wincing as he scratched himself on the broken porcelain. Her eyes widened at the sudden littleness, and scampered over to the phone, wary of the broken plate. 

She dialed Eddie’s number as fast as she could, carefully punching in the numbers her fuzzy brain struggled to remember. “Munson’s, this is Eddie,” 

“Ebby!”

“Robin? Are you little? Where’s Steve? Nance told me she left you over at his.”

“Ebby, Stevie needs help, hurt.”

“Is he little too?”

“Mhm, mhm.”

“Shit- Shoot, I mean. Stay there Robbie, I’m on my way.”

She hung up the phone, “Kay, Stevie. Called Ebby.” She called over to him, hearing him whimper in response. “You ‘kay, Stevie?” She asked, worried about her little brother. “No, wan’ Ebby.” He replied, sniffling as the tears ran down his face. Robin frowned, she knew Stevie wasn’t okay when she first got here. But Eddie was going to come and make things better, right?

Eddie was there in a matter of minutes, and if Robin weren’t so little, she'd think about how many laws he’d have to break to get there in the time he did, but that doesn’t matter because he’s here now and he’s gonna help. Robin was able to open the door for him and let him in. He squeezed Robin into a hug, “Hey, Robs. You okay? Where’s Steve?” He asked, rubbing a hand up and down her back. She took a breath and started babbling out the story. 

“And then the plate fell and went boom! ‘N now Stevie’s in the kitchen and he’s real sad, Ebby.” She finished, shaking her head and pointing to the kitchen, where now that he thought about it, he could hear the soft whimpers Steve was letting out. Eddie sighed, “Okay, why don’t you go sit in the living room and turn on some cartoons. See if you can find Scooby doo, hm?” Robin nodded, smile slowly returning at the mention of cartoons, and wobbled off to the living room. Eddie made his way to the kitchen, relaxing slightly at the sound of the TV turning on.

“Ebby,” 

“Oh, Stevie baby.” 

The sight was pitiful, Steve was sitting on the kitchen floor, eyes big and round and shining with tears. There was shattered pieces of plate all around him. “I’m comin’ baby, hang on.” Eddie said as he stepped over the mess, watching as Steve held his arms up, waiting for Eddie to come get him. He made grabby hands for the metal head in front of him, melting once he was in Eddie’s warm embrace. “What happened, baby? Why didn’t you call?” Eddie’s chest rumbled as he spoke, and Steve buried his head further into his chest. “Din’ wan’ bother you. Wanna be big for Robbie.” He cried. 

“Oh my love, I’ve told you, taking care of you does not bother me. Okay? You could’ve hurt yourself really badly, Stevie. I’d rather be here with you and keep you safe than have you try and be big, especially when you’re feeling so small.” Eddie soothed, squeezing him tighter, letting that deep pressure set in. 

Once Steve was calm, and the mess was clean, and everyone was settled in on the couch, Steve had fully regressed, and it was evident in the way he was chewing on Eddie’s shirt while watching cartoons with half lidded eyes. “Hey, Bobs. Can you do me a huge favor?” Eddie asked quietly, smiling when she jumped up and nodded enthusiastically. “Can you go and get Stevie’s paci from his nightstand? He had a big day with lots of feelings and you’d be making him really happy if you did that.” Eddie convinced. He knew it wouldn't take too much, little Robin was always up to the task, especially if it meant helping Steve. 

He watched as she bounded up the stairs before shifting his focus back onto Steve. “How you feeling, baby?” He asked softly. “Little,” Steve murmured, slurring around his words. “That’s okay, my love. Bobs is getting your paci for you. Isn’t that so nice of her?” 

“Mhm.”

At that moment Robin came bouncing back down the stairs before presenting the soft purple item in front of Steve. “Tanks, Robbie,” Steve lisped as he slipped the item into his mouth. Robin beamed at him before flopping back down onto the couch, cuddling into Eddie. “You did so good, Robs. Thanks for helpin’ out.” Eddie praised, smiling as Robin giggled. “Next time you and Stevie are alone, make sure you tell him it’s okay to be little. No matter how long, ‘kay?”

Robin nodded against his chest as she curled up on the plush couch. “I like when Stevie is little with me,” She lisped. “I know you do.” The metal head said, rubbing her back. The calming sound of Steve suckling on his pacifier, and the quiet cartoons flickering on the TV, made for a perfect impromptu nap, that none of them could fight. Eddie smiled, watching the eyes of his littles slip closed, they deserved this. 

[aew-kun-age-regression]

Eds!!! :D Eddie would be an awesome caregiver!!! Me have a lite brite an it so cool!!!

[sunshine-n-raccoons]

I keep staring at this picture and thinking about being in the back of the car with Teds, either Stevie or Robbie is driving and I just go quiet because I’m feeling tiny and Teddy just puts his hands back so that I can hold one of his fingies while we drive because he can tell I’m feelin smol and need physical touch for comfort 🥹

EDDIE MUNSON WAS MADE TO BE A CAREGIVER I DO NOT MAKE THE RULES.

[doe-eyed-dreamr]

☆ CG!Eddie Munson Imagines ☆

not an ounce of self-consciousness and WILL be absolutely goofy to make his little laugh

reads the hobbit or lotr to help with sleepytime

gets super into playing pretend

will let his baby play with the pretty dice he has but keeps an eye on things to make sure they don't eat any

plays his acoustic guitar to sing lullabies

every other word from him is a pet name

will cry if the little one cries, he can't stand to see them sad

like a walking rattle with all the jewellery and chains he wears. 10/10 entertainment

very tactile and loves to give hugs

loves it when his little calls him Teddie

his tattoos = free colouring book

headbangs to nursery rhymes