#cg Eddie

[hotwritergf]

CG!Eddie Munson / headcanon / fluff 🍼

AN- Hi my friends I’m in babiespace and wanted to write something extremely self-indulgent lmao. But I can’t stop thinking about cg!eddie so enjoy this silly lil post<3

“Let me open those candies for you baby, you’re much too little.”

Always wanting to carry you around.

He has snacks in his bedroom hidden away for you.

Ties your shoelaces for you.

“Can you drink from a glass or do you need a sippy cup?”

He plays nursery rhymes for you on his guitar.

“Bedtime is 10:30 princess. No exceptions. Ahh damn you made that cute pouty face.. okay 11:00? Sound good?”

“Do you need me to feed you? Open your mouth, here comes the aeroplane!”

“Shi- sugar! Absolutely I said sugar!”

“Steve don’t make her walk, just throw her on your back dude. She’s only got little legs.”

“What’s the matter? Why you being fussy?”

C o n s t a n t play fights.

“Is someone a little bit ticklish?”

*Covers you in a towel after bath-time*

“Well aren’t you just a bundle of joy today? Come on up you get.”

Always buying you stuffed animals because you haven’t got a plushie of that particular animal yet.

He learns how to braid hair to make sure you’re never over-stimulated by it.

“My little girl eh?”

[ohposhers]

I would very much like to see the rest of Brozone meeting Cloud Guy

they fear him

[angelbaby-fics]

Ooohh! Late night (maybe secret) milk and cookies fresh from the oven! 🍪🥛🍼

ooooh i love the idea of this.... and not just because i made milk & cookies tonight!!

maybe its past your bedtime but daddy hasn't turned off the tv yet, he can sense that you're just not tired yet, and not in a good way either. most nights when you stay up late its because you're far too energized to sleep, running and skipping and dancing around the house insisting you don't need to rest, until next thing you know you're half asleep being carried into daddy's bed... but tonight you're just angsty. you already had your nighttime bottle, you've been cuddling with your stuffy while a calm cartoon plays, but your brain is elsewhere, half small and half spaced out.

then you hear the oven beep on.

"come here angel, i got a surprise"

daddy takes a packet of cookie dough from the back of the fridge, high up on the top shelf where you can't even reach. he puts two squares on a metal sheet, one for him and one for you.

"don't tell... but these are dada's magic cookies. sometimes when you're already asleep, daddy makes a special cookie before bed as a little treat... maybe they'll work for you too!"

cookies are one thing, but a magic cookie? and right before bed?? you couldn't believe how quickly your night was turning around. your sour mood dissipates as the kitchen fills with the smell of sugar. daddy pours another bottle for you to wash down your cookie, and your tummy feels just as warm as your heart as daddy rocks you to sleep.

[hypnautic-cereal]

So to kinda follow up with how age regressed Wally acts around rain/storms, how is Eddie with them when he's regressed?

I would say whenever Eddie’s feeling little, he’s much more scared of storms or other loud sounds

Though, if Eddie has someone there to comfort him (especially a caregiver), any loud sound just fades into the background, becoming nothing more than just white noise to help him relax :)

[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.

[dino-boyo-agere]

Replaced it with little!eddie in my mind hehe

[softpawpup]

— eddie gluskin as a caregiver !!

doesn't mind what you call him. papa, daddy, dad, father, baba, they all work.

he doesn't like it when you cuss but is very gentle when reprimanding you

likes to help you get dressed and helps pick out clothes for you

shows you off to all of his friends, he's so proud of his little baby

likes to call you 'darling', 'little one', 'my love', and 'sweet pea'

he always brings home flowers for you

he likes to do scrapbooking with you, he puts in all your drawings and crafts you make together

he takes pictures of every puzzle you complete together

he will give you timeout if he has to, but he always tries to gently talk you through things first. and he always calms you down before giving you timeout and makes sure you're okay

teaches you how to help him tie his ties

likes to make clothes for you, makes clothes that you draw up

never forgets to give you a kiss good night

sings you lullabies his mom sung to him to help you sleep

regardless of size, he cuddles you and cradles you in his arms all the same

[kiankiwi]

Angry Tears and Bedtime Tantrums...

Summary: No matter what Eddie tries, Buck does NOT want to go to bed.

***

Eddie didn't know what to do with himself. Today was one of those days that him and Buck worked opposite shifts. Now his entire routine was thrown off and he had a rare day off alone while Buck was at work. And he didn't even have Chris to hang out with because Chris was at a pool party with Denny. So he decided to do laundry... like a dad.

He just finished folding the last piece of laundry when Buck came in like a tornado. And you could tell he was pissed off. Eddie quickly checked his phone while Buck took off his shoes and stormed into the bedroom and was surprised to not find a 'heads up' text from anyone about Buck's bad mood.

Eddie decided to hang around in the kitchen for a minute to give Buck a minute to cool off before going to investigate.

Eddie poked his head into the bedroom, "Honeybee, you wanna talk about it?" He asked the rather large lump in his comforters. "Nooooo" came the muffled reply from beneath the blanket cave. Eddie sighed. "Is there something you're not telling me baby? Are you feeling little?" Buck lifted his head from under the blankets and gave the cutest death glare on the planet. "Not even a little bit? Because I think you are. And I sure miss taking care of you..." Glare still firm on his face, Buck let his head fall to the pillow. But at least he didn't crawl back under the pillow. Eddie took that as an invitation to come closer. He sat on the floor at Buck's bedside, not wanting to get too close in case Buck was too overstimulated and feeling jumpy.

"You know what I think? I think you're embarrassed like last time. And we've talked about this remember? Daddy will never think you are a burden and I will always be okay with taking care of you whenever you want to go down... oooh man, look at that little pout." Eddie smiled gently, not even trying to resist from reaching forward and poking Buck's pouty bottom lip. "How about this carino... how about we just cuddle for a bit? We don't need to talk about it if you don't want to. But you can always talk to daddy okay? When you're ready. That'll never ever change."

Eddie knew that sometimes Buck's bad moods would end with him throwing a tantrum and plummeting into headspace. Sometimes he just needed to take it slow. Sometimes it was both. Eddie had the feeling once Buck felt his caregivers embrace, he'd let the dams break.

"C'mere you... cmon I got you..." Eddie sat on the bed and opened his arms. Buck sat up and squinted at his partner. Eddie couldn't help but smile at the bed head that Buck seemed to get in the twenty minutes he had been laying down.

Hmmmm, daddy's sweater and arms look so cozy. Buck thought as he finally crawled forward and snuggled into Eddie's hold. "There we go... Shhhh, we don't gotta talk about about it, just relax..." Eddie whispered as he rocked Buck in his lap.

It took a while but eventually as Eddie rocked, he could feel his shirt getting wet and Buck shaking. He was right, all Buck needed was a good cry. "Shhhhhh baby bear. It's all okay.. you had such a bad day... daddy's got you now okay? We can spend all night together okay? Everything's okay. You ready to get into jammies?" Buck nodded against his daddy's shoulder but made no move to get up. "You don't wanna walk? Okay I got you baby..." Eddie grunted as he picked up the little and set him on his hip, bringing him to their spare bedroom which quickly turned into their nursery for Buck.

"Which ones do you want bub? Lemme guess... firetrucks?" He asked, pointing at Buck's favorite red firetruck pajamas in the nursery closet. Buck nodded, rubbing his still wet eyes. "How'd I know? Hm?" Eddie asked, bouncing Buck a bit and tickling Buck's torso which earned him a small giggle.

After getting Buck a PB and J and Eddie reminded him about his activity table full of trains, it seemed like Buck was ready to turn his day around and forget all the tears and was cheering up. Until bedtime. No matter what Eddie did, Buck refused to go night night.

"Five more minutes!" Buck yelped, splaying his entire long body on the whole couch, his leg up in the air like an gymnast.

"Honey, I gave you five more minutes three times. It's bedtime baby. I'm sorry." Eddie sighed.

"Nnnnyooooooooooooo!" Buck toddler screeched, still persisting.

Eddie pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration. He didn't know what to do anymore. Last ditch effort for his little boy... bribery. If that didn't work, he didn't know what would.

"How about this... you get up and go lay down in bed and when daddy brings you your baba, I'll also bring you one of Tia Pepa's cookies that she brought us."

He may have got him... Eddie could see the cogs turning in his partners head as he tried to decide if this was a trap or if he should accept the cookie in exchange for going to bed. "Hmmmm.. no thank you daddy." Buck said with a little shake of his head.

Goddamn it.

"Alright.. that's it." Eddie said before he gently tossed Buck's big body over his shoulder as Buck wailed his many sleepy objections right in his ear. Buck may be huge and broad but Eddie had much experience as his caregiver carrying the big guy around. Eddie made him feel like he was as light as a feather. Carrying him and tossing him around gently and playfully was a cool tool Eddie could use to make Buck feel as physically small as his headspace made him feel and it also worked for when he was being defiant like this and Eddie just needed to his little boy to listen.

"No daddy, no! Let me down! I can walk! Please!"

"Nope, you lost that chance ten minutes ago baby. Now daddy's carrying you. And we are going to bed."

"Daddy! I-I need... I need..." Buck tried desperately to think of something he needed daddy to get for him. But Eddie knew from the way he was stressed and stuttering to finish his sentence, he could see he didn't really need anything, he just didn't want to go to bed.

"Nope, not gonna work baby, daddy's got you, you're not going anywhere."

Buck went limp like a sack of potatoes over his shoulder as Eddie finally deposited him in their shared bed. He securely tucked his boy in and made sure he was warm and cozy. "You wanna talk about why you don't want to go to sleep baby?" Eddie asked as he rubbed the sleepy boys chest. Buck just crossed his arms and shrank back into Eddie's hoodie. Eddie raised his eyebrow, "Because I know you're tired. I can see it in your eyes. Are you scared? Does your belly hurt?" Buck shakes his head to both questions.

"Then what is it, mi corazon?" Eddie asked, rubbing his thumb over Buck's forehead in attempt to get his eyelids to get heavy and sleepy.

"I.. I just want daddy." Buck pouted.

"But... carino, daddy's right here.." Eddie tapped his chest and took Buck's little hand and poked Eddie in the chest himself, trying to get him to laugh. No such luck. His baby looked close to tears and it broke Eddie's heart.

"But... daddy's gonna leave me here alone..." Buck said, avoiding Eddie's gaze. Eddie quirked his eyebrow. "What do you mean baby?" "When I go night night, daddy's gonna get up and leave the room."

"Y'know what.... daddy is pretty tired too... how about we both just call it a night? How about we both just cuddle and go night night? Would that be okay? Then would you be able to sleep?" Buck nodded at that. "Okay then, thank you. You stay here and I'll go get your baba okay?" Buck nodded again as Eddie squeezed Buck's covered toes affectionately and stood. "Good boy. I'll be right back."

***

I've been watching 911 FOREVER and FINALLY got the courage to branch off into this fandom after enjoying reading littlesapace Buddie FICS for a while

thank you @actualalligator @megalony and @pimento-playing-hopscotch for inspiring me so much to finally write some Buddie fic! <333

I know this isn't my usual Elvis stuff but I still hope you enjoyed reading!

[bunnihxney]

I’ve been regressed a lot lately and been hyper fixating on arcane (among other things) so i’m reopening request after 3 years!!! (holy moly!) i’ll most likely write the headcanons in the same format as previous works on here, but I’ll also do blurbs and drabbles!! :3

my favs are Viktor, Jayce, Mel and Sevika so i’ll take those expeditiously!!!

remember to ask nicely and please read my 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

[laneybishop89]

3 for the micro story! (Something Evan Buckley, my beloved?)

Of course! 🥰

Buck was sitting quietly on the floor of the living room as he often was on their days off, but instead of playing or laughing, he was sulking. His arms were crossed over his chest and he glared over at Eddie, though from anyone else’s perspective, it looked like he was pouting. This was probably because Buck was pouting.

“Buck, come on,” Eddie said. “I said I was sorry!”

“Sorry’s not ‘nough,” Buck said. “I trusted you!”

Eddie winced a little at that, but sighed and looked over at Bobby who just held up his hands.

“I told you,” Bobby said. “I’m not getting involved.”

“Buck, please,” Eddie said. “I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings!”

“Was mean,” Buck said, throwing another snide look Eddie’s way. “Won’t be f’iends if I was a worm!”

“I take it back! I’ll be best friends with you if you were a worm.”

“S’not the same,” Buck sighed. “If I’s gotta convince ya!”

[hotwritergf]

Lil’Rockstar / Eddie Munson / blurb / Fluff

“You got everything you need here right? Gotcha bottle, ya’ snacks and your bear? Right awesome. Daddy set your pajamas just over there, I know you like my Metallica shirt so figured you could wear it as a night dress y’know?” Eddie smiles softly, pointing in the direction of sofa. His fingers covered in his usual rings, you take his hand. Fiddling with your favourite ring on his pointer finger, the skull one. Giggling as you twist it around his skin. “You like that huh? It’s like babies with keys, just it’s my baby with my fingers.” He chuckles as he wiggles his fingers, booping your nose and pretending to flick your forehead. You giggle, covering your face with your hands to protect yourself. “Daddy!” You push him back first onto the bed, straddling Eddie’s waist. Settling into your new seat on his jeans-clad crotch nicely.

Eddie leans up towards you, wrapping his arms around you. Your face smushes into his chest and you inhale the faint scent of his cologne and whatever he’d been smoking before he came over to baby-sit you. He squeezes you tighter, “Little girl if you wanted a hug you should have just said so.” He laughs, continuing to hold you tighter, falling down onto the bed and rolling around with you in his arms, the pair of you in a fit of giggles. You try to push away and wriggle out of his grip but he’s got a hold of you. “Ohhhh you think you can escape me huh? You really think you’re that tough? You’re just a little girl! Just a small little creature.” You laugh and pretend to bite at him, showing him your teeth. “A creature that is very bitey by the looks of it.” Eddie laughs, pushing you back by your forehead onto the bed as you smirk and try to bite up at his wrist.

“Such a vicious monster!” He says dramatically with his hand over his brow as if he’s playing a part in a Shakespearean play where he’s a damsel in distress. “How-ever can I defeat such a beast?” He chuckles to himself, manhandling you once more as if you were a piece of clay for him to manipulate any which way. Jumping off the bed and reaching for the Metallica shirt he set aside for you, he places it over your head to blind you.

“Little girl can’t even get dressed properly without her daddy huh? Silly girl has left herself all vulnerable to the tickle monster!!” He laughs, setting himself beside you and poking your stomach whilst your vision is covered. “It tickles daddy!” You squeal and pull the shirt down and quickly as you can whilst simultaneously protecting your sensitive areas. “Oh it does? I wouldn’t expect that! You’re telling me this tickles? This? What I doing right here? Naaaahhh you’re crazy!” Eddie chuckles to himself as he picks up the speed in which he’s moving, using all five fingers on both hands to rapidly tickle your sides as he babies you. He only stops tickling you when he sees you gasp for air, sure he’s a tease and a self confessed “tickle monster” but he’s not evil.

He pulls you closer to him as you rest your head on his chest, still catching your breath from the play fight. Eddie ruffles your hair and rubs your back with his spare hand. Yawning and closing your eyes, you nuzzle into him. The feeling of his soft shirt against your nose only brings you closer to falling asleep.

“Hey hey hey!” He shakes your shoulders as he wakes you. “Princess I forgot, I got this.” He holds up a pacifier, it’s black and decorated with red beads that spell out ‘lil’rockstar’ along the handle, in the middle is a sticker of a bat. The bat seems to be wearing a similar pacifier himself. “I bought this a few weeks back, you don’t have to use it if you don’t wanna. I just- I was researching this whole little space thing you got going on. A lot of the littles, they have these. Plus- I figured it could stop you chewing on your nails and the skin around them.” Eddie picks up your hand, inspecting your fingers. “Whatcha say? Wanna give it a try?” Your face immediately flushes, you’d never really given pacifiers a seconds thought, but the effort he went to and the whole thing with your fingernails, maybe he was right.

You nod shyly, accepting his little gift. Placing it in your mouth, you smile and your lips morph to the shape of the pacifier. Eddie smiles back at you, only brighter. Moving the hair from your face and stroking your cheek.

“Look at you. My Lil’Rockstar.”

[nottthemuse]

three: go-bags.

summary: when you're asked to be the supporting act for daisy jones and the six, how could you say no? there's only one issue; figuring out how to manage your regression around these strangers.

pairing: little!fem!reader x daisy jones and the six (platonic)

word count: 1.8k

content warnings (chapter specific): all works on this page are sfw. reader regresses as both a coping mechanism and a trauma response / reaction to extreme stress. reader typically regresses to around five or six and is little quite a lot of the time! little!daisy. cg!karen. reader is embarrassed about her regression and tries to hide it. daisy is like a big sister and is a bit bossy but its all good <3

author's note: hi hi hi! i'm an age regressor however i am still learning terminology and how to cope with this myself. if anything i say is in any way shape or from hurtful please dont hesitate to let me know or correct me as my intentions are not to harm anyone! i'm still learning so please be gentle with me! if there are any other content warnings you think should be added pls lmk! aspen out <3

Karen went for a nap when you hit the road, so you and Daisy have been keeping yourselves busy with an array of sticker books on the recliner sofas. 

You find it easy to be small around Daisy. Maybe ‘cause you’ve had a long week or maybe because its just easy to be small around Daisy, because she is small, too. Neither of you are holding the other to impossibly high standards to act like adults. Instead, you let yourselves act however you see fit, and there’s nothing wrong with that. 

You find that Daisy’s a bit bossy, but you’re not really complaining. She’s not mean, just assertive, anyway, so you don’t have a problem with that. 

“No, this one goes here, silly,” Daisy instructs, guiding your hand to put a sticker of a horse on the page. “On the grass, not the sky.” 

Karen materializes in the doorway separating the main area of the tour bus to one of the ‘bedrooms.’ She cocks a hip and tilts her head to one side as she watches Daisy and you play with the stickers. A tiny smile plays on her lips as she adds two and two together. Its not hard to see; you’re not as good at hiding it as you think you are. She tip-toes across the room before crouching down in front of the recliners you and Daisy are sitting in. 

Daisy’s face lights up as she sees Karen but she stays put and giggles as you press a sticker onto her cheek. You’re too engrossed in the sticker book to even notice Karen is there until Daisy pipes up. “Hi, ‘Ren,” She giggles.

You rear back as if you’ve been slapped and clear your throat, trying to make yourself big again. You mindlessly play with Bambis ears— Daisy was true to her word and surrendered her favourite teddy over to you to play with, and even sleep with, too. 

Karen laughs and reaches out to ruffle Daisy’s mane of red curls. “Hey, baby.” Shes kind enough to act as if she hasn’t noticed you playing with Bambi. “What you guys up to, hm?” 

You clear your throat again in the hopes that your voice won’t sound as childish when you answer her. “We were playing with stickers.” You mentally slap yourself when you fail miserably and sound even smaller than you feel.

Karen doesn’t say anything about it. She simply nods her head, listening intently, and continues carding her fingers through Daisys hair. “That sounds fun. I reckon you girls must be hungry, huh? Do you want me to make you both a snack? What do you fancy?”

Daisy perks up at the idea, eyes shining wide with a mix of excitement and hunger. “Sandwiches?”

Karen grins. “I think I can rustle something to that effect up, yeah.” She turns to you. “Sandwiches sound good to you, honey?” 

Your heart melts at the nickname and it makes you want to sob. No one’s ever been this nice to you before and it feels strange. Not in a bad way, though. You don’t want Karen to know. Not yet, at least. “I’ll make something later. Don’t worry.” 

Karen raises an eyebrow. “Neither one of you have eaten since we left Cali. That was hours ago. Honey, you must be starving.” You shake your head, but she’s never been one to give up easily, so she takes an angle that she hasnt had to use in a while; bargaining. “How about I make ya a sandwich, anyway, but you don’t have to eat it, m’kay? It can just be there if you get hungry. How does that sound?”

Youve always been stubborn but even more so when you are small. You psych yourself up to protest again but she fixes you with a firm but kind look that has you sighing and relenting. “Okay.” 

Karen smiles softly and reaches out to give your knee a reassuring squeeze, testing the waters to see how you’ll react. She knows some littles don’t like physical touch, while others crave it, so she just wants to see what will work for you and what doesn’t. When you don’t shrink under her touch or pull away, she makes a mental note of it, tucking the information away into her mind. “What would you like on it?”

“Peanut butter and bananas,” Daisy cuts in, peeling a sticker off the page and pressing it onto Karen’s cheek before reaching for her hand. 

Karen laughs and lets Daisy hold her hand. “I know what you want, baby. You’re a creature of habit.” 

“What kind of creature?” Daisy wonders aloud. “Oo, can I be the Loch Ness Monster?” 

Karen ducks her head to hide her smile. “Sure, baby. You can be whatever you wanna be.” 

“Do we have jelly?” You pipe up, hiding Bambi behind your back so Karen won’t see it (which, in all reality, is a futile attempt, because she’s been watching you with the stuffed animal for the last ten minutes). “Strawberry?”

Karen can’t help but smile as she nods her head. “Yeah. We have strawberry jelly. Is that what you want?” 

You shrug. “I’ll make one later. Was just wondering is all.”

Karen hums non-committedly. It’s clear that she doesn’t believe you, but she’s not going to call you out on it like she would Daisy. Although she has her guesses, she doesnt know just how little you are or how you will react if she says the wrong thing. She has to wait it out until she knows you a bit better. 

Without saying another word, she stands up and moves to the little kitchenette off to the side, where she pulls a loaf of bread and the condiments out of a cupboard. 

You and Daisy go back to playing with the sticker books. Deep down, you know you’ve been caught out— it does not take a genius to figure that one out— but ignoring it and denying it if confronted seems like the best option for the time being. 

Karen soon comes back to the recliners with two plates. You try to ignore the sandwich and the expectations that come with it as she sets the plate on the wooden table in front of you.

Daisy practically inhales her sandwich before it has even touched the table. The crusts are cut off and it’s cut into star-shapes. 

“Little bites,” Karen chastises gently. Daisy slows down and Karen smooths her hand down the length of her back soothingly. “Like that, good job.” 

Daisy seems to get bored of the sticker books and pulls out a tangle toy to keep her hands busy as she eats. 

You don’t want Karen to get suspicious, so you inch the sticker book away from you to make it look like all this time you were just helping Daisy. You lean back in the recliner, feeling the smooth leather under your skin. You can feel Karen watching you out of the corner of her eye as you curl your hands under your head and drift off to pass the time. 

You must be out for a few hours at the very least because the next thing you know, Karen is hovering over you and shaking you awake. Her expression is soft as you stir and rub the sleep out of your eyes. “Hey, sleepyhead,” Karen murmurs, voice gentle as she props herself on the end of the sofa. “We’re at the store. Daisy said something about wanting to show you something inside? I said I’d try and wake you up first, because she would’ve body-slammed herself onto you given the chance.”

You laugh softly as you sit up, trying to get a solid grip on your surroundings. “Mhm. Sounds like Daisy.” You mutter fondly. 

Karen chuckles under her breath. “Yeah.”

As if summoned by her name, Daisy exits the bathroom, wiping her damp hands down the front of her blue denim dungarees. Her face brightens when she sees that you’re awake. “Ready to go?” She flops down beside you. 

You nod and blink the remaining sleep out of your eyes again as you run a hand through your hair in an attempt to flatten it out. 

“C’mon then,” Daisy takes you by the hand and pulls you to your feet carefully. Karen blocks her path before she can get far and she huffs. “What, ‘Ren?”

Karen arches her brow. “That’s a lot of attitude, don’t you think?” Daisy shuffles on her feet and Karen drops it. “I’m giving you twenty minutes on your own, okay? I’ll wait outside of the store for you, and if you’re not there in twenty minutes, I’m coming in and finding you. Got it?” 

Daisy resists the urge to roll her eyes. “Okay, ‘Ren, I get it.”

Karen’s lips twitch as she presses a chase kiss to Daisy’s forehead. “Alright. You head off then, sugar. But the two of you are to stay together, alright?”

“We’re big girls, ‘Ren!” Daisy insists. She huffs and puffs but takes your hand anyway, leading you inside the store.

Karen lights up a cigarette and shouts after the two of you. “Twenty minutes!”

“Twenty minutes!” Daisy echoes back, bouncing on the balls of her feet as she tugs you through the aisles.

“What’re we doing here, Daisy?” You ask, eyeing up the rucksacks that she’s stopped in front of. 

Daisy does roll her eyes this time. “We’re making you a go-bag, silly.” She says, practically bursting at the seams with excitement at the idea. “Now, pick a rucksack.” She nudges you forward with her hip. 

You tentatively pick up a black rucksack and peer inside. It’s big enough to hold all the things you’ll need, so you hold it close to your chest. “This one.” 

Daisy doesn’t berate you for how simple it is. Instead, she takes your hand and wanders around the store until you stop in another aisle. “Do you use pacifiers?” She asks quietly. You shrug, heat rushing to your cheeks, and she takes that as a yes. She snatches up a purple one and moves onto the next aisle. 

By the time you both make it to the register, your go-bag is well and truly prepared, with things from coloring and sticker books to fidget toys, to crayons and a few stuffed animals of your own. The cashier packs all your items in to your rucksack and, with one minute to spare, you and Daisy leave. 

Karen’s waiting outside of the store, golden hair shining as the sun-light catches it. Her eyes land on the rucksack clutched in your hand, and although she has an idea what is inside, she doesn’t comment on it. “Did you girls have fun?”

“So much fun, Ren!” Daisy rambles about the upcoming tour as she takes Karen by the hand and the three of you make your way back to the tour bus.

[angelbaby-fics]

instead of billy, Eddie?? :)

hehehe i love eddie so much with all my heart!! ik you sent a couple prompts and i went with the morning routine one! 💕 157 words

mornings were rough for eddie before he had you, most days he slept right through them. with you in his life, however, he had a reason for waking up earlier every day, because it meant he got to spend more time with you. most days, you'd wake up to him softly petting your hair, his big brown eyes staring at you full of love. "good morning, sweetheart. you ready to get up?" if you shook your sleepy head no, he'd climb back into bed with you, snuggling under the covers as long as you needed to, in no rush to face the rest of the world. when you were ready, he'd walk with you out into the living room, setting you up on the couch with a stuffy to keep company and the small tv set to cartoons while he poured two heaping bowls of sugary cereal to fuel you for whatever adventure you took on today.

you're invited to my summer tea party!

[koithelittle]

cg!steve harrington x little!eddie munson

day 3; a ship you headcanon as regressor x caregiver

note; okay this one did stump me bc I actually don't have many ships at all? like anymore? it's weird but I thought about it and this is what I came up with! love love them sm and i- yes. it's a yes.

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[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

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