#eddie munson age regression

[buckys-little-belle]

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

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

Chomp Chomp

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[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."

[safeandquietplace]

ok but me, at least once a month

eddie’s little is clutching their tummy while sniffing into their pillow. their dada eddie had told them to not eat all the hot cheetos but they didn’t listen. they don’t like disappointing him, so they softly cry in their room.

“where’s my baby,” eddie comes in with a big smile that falls immediately. he rushes to you and brings your aching body to his chest.

“shh, shh. i got you angel,” he lets you cry into his neck before asking what is wrong. you can feel his hand rub your back to calm you down.

“what’s going on, hmm?”

“tummy hurt,” you mumble against his shirt. he knew you ate all the chips because he could see how red your fingers and lips are. plus he saw the empty bag in the living room with all your toys.

“should’ve told dada, baby. can’t have you hurtin’,” he carries you to the kitchen and sits you on the kitchen island. he comes back with tums and a juice box.

“cuddles, daddy?” he nods and takes you to the couch where you watch bluey the rest of the afternoon.

eddie doesn’t even get angry with you for going behind his back. he knows after this, you’ll stay away from them for a while!

[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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[littlespacereader]

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

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

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

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

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

Rescuing The Prince🍂🎃

Caregiver! Eddie Munson & Little! Steve Harrington

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He wanted his Caregiver….he wanted Eddie.

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

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

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

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

“And out.” Steve followed his instructions again.

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

“Feel better?”

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

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

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

“So what happened?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“W-What about my car?”

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

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

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

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

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

They start walking Eddie leads him back to his van.

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

“No you won’t.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

~~~

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

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

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

The perfect way to end a horrible day.

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

“What? It can’t be him.”

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

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

“SO, that makes him suspicious!”

The cartoon plays on and sure enough…

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

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

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

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

“Really? Who would I be?”

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

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

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

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

[eddiemthecg]

Golden Retriever Stimboard!

Hi kiddos! Here's a stimboard just for you! @ssunshinebabyy credits are after the cut! ★ 🎸

[desolatecure]

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

Age regressor Steve, pure fluff ´ˎ˗

—kink regressors dni

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You alright, sweetheart?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Steven!”

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

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

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

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

“Woah- hey, Stevie- What happened?”

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

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

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

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

“Oh, baby,” Eddie sighs, “Which one?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“A what-wha?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I like you too.”

[dino-boyo-agere]

Replaced it with little!eddie in my mind hehe

[whataboutthefish]

An Independent Leliphant

When Eddie wakes up and can't hear Steve's usual bustle he goes in search of his little Leliphant.

Tags - Little age-re Steve and Caregiver Eddie, slice of life Word count - 1.3k

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Eddie woke late, it was unusual for him to sleep through when Steve was an early riser. He was also absolutely terrible at being quiet. Eddie knew how hard he tried, it was a joke between them now. No matter how hard he tried Steve was a noisy, fumbling, uncoordinated mess. 

Outside of their mostly quiet home the world saw Steve as some sporty preppy athlete, whereas Eddie saw his little elephant. He didn’t mind getting up early, not really, Steve made the best coffee and if Eddie fluttered his eyelashes just right Steve would make waffles with a ridiculous amount of syrup and the crispiest bacon. 

Going down the stairs Eddie had his ears pricked, there was none of the usual shuffling, bumping and clashing of a Steve in the kitchen. All he could hear was the tv on very low in the den so he followed the sounds. 

Steve was laying on his tummy, legs kicked up watching cartoons. There was a mostly empty tray of oreos beside him and a little puddle of milk beside a knocked over glass. 

Eddie smiled seeing his little one and crouched down, “Hey little Leliphant, whatcha doing?” 

Steve hadn’t been able to get his mouth around elephant so Steve became his little Leliphant.

“Daddy!” Steve squealed, rolling over and launching himself into Eddie’s arms, knocking them both backwards. 

Eddie laughed, Steve was so soft like this, all that pressure he put on himself just melted away. His whole body seemed to change, he was less certain on his feet, held hands with Eddie to keep himself balanced. If Eddie wasn’t paying attention most things made their way into his mouth, and just about the cutest thing- in Eddie’s humble opinion- was when Steve was busy he dribbled a little. Steve got grumpy when he was tired, had thrown down more than one tantrum during their time but Eddie didn’t mind. His baby needed it and Eddie prided himself on being a very good daddy. 

“Come on, Mr. Leliphant, let's go get some breakfast,” he looked back at the oreos, knowing full well they were unopened when they went to bed. “Perhaps something unprocessed.” 

Steve just giggled and started to push himself up off the floor. Eddie wrapped an arm around Steve’s waist and kissed him on the cheek. “Daddy, don’t forget Kevin.” 

Eddie looked around finding the huge elephant plushie hiding behind the sofa and scooped him up. 

Steve had wanted to call the plush Leliphant, but Eddie vetoed declaring he could only handle one elephant at a time. So Steve named him Kevin. Eddie’s eyebrows had raised but then his baby giggled, his eyes scrunching up as he nearly toppled over holding Kevin tight to his chest. 

With Kevin in tow they went up to the kitchen, Steve holding Eddie’s hand with one and Leliphant’s nose in the other. “You didn’t wake Daddy up this morning, sweetheart.” Eddie said, watching as Steve’s tongue slipped out the side of his mouth as he came up with an answer. 

“No, cus I’m a big boy. You saided so” 

Dammit.  Eddie couldn’t even be mad when Steve got so little he spoke in the most adorable way ever. 

He shook his head trying to overcome the cute in order to give Steve a gentle reminder. It was true he’d told Steve he was a big boy last time he’d dropped. Steve had asked to use the toilet without prompting which was something they were working on. 

He sighed and smiled, “I know I did, Leliphant. You are a big boy, but big boys still need to wake their daddy when they get up. How else are you gonna get pancakes?” 

Steve perked up a little at that, “With choccy chips?” 

“Sorry my little Leliphant. I think you’ve had enough chocolate for the next week.” Eddie said and kissed the pout off Steve’s lips.

Steve sighed and leaned heavily into Eddie's side. His heart always felt like it might burst when Steve took what he needed to feel small. Steve tucked Kevin under his chin, side by side with Eddie bouncing a little as they walked through the slim door. HIs baby had suddenly become very needy and Eddie wasn’t sure if he was feeling bad about not waking his daddy up or he was feeling sorry for himself because he couldn’t have choccy chip pancakes. 

He always laughed the day after Steve had been little. If Eddie told him he wasn’t allowed something, Steve would find some way to have it the next day. Tomorrow he was sure to be served pancakes for breakfast, some yummy fluffy buttermilk pancakes and the tell tale signs of melted chocolate on a plate in front of Steve. His baby never forgot anything and boy could he hold a grudge. 

Steve shifted from Eddie’s side and watched Eddie walk around the island to start heating the pan up.  No sooner had Eddie turned the hotplate on than he saw Steve bouncing foot to foot. His hand was grabbing his crotch and his face was flushed pink. 

“Do you need to go to the toilet, baby?” Eddie couldn’t help the smile when Steve’s eyes went owlish like Eddie could read his mind before even Steve could. He nodded quickly, sucking his lip between his teeth with a look of panic on his face. 

Eddie ushered him into the downstairs bathroom and towards the toilet. “Does my Leliphant need help? He asked gently. 

Steve shook his head a little “nu uh I got it, Daddy”  he declared, his tongue snuck out the side of his mouth as he fumbled with his pants. 

Eddie turned away so Steve could feel independant, “I’ll be just outside, Leliphant” 

Eddie started to whistle a nursery rhyme and a few seconds later he heard Steve peeing, his poor baby was a little bladder shy. It was just another part of what made his teeth ache from how sweet Steve was. 

Eddie needed to gently guide Steve back to the basin to wash his hands. 

“Help dry them, Daddy,” Steve asked. He smiled up at Eddie, those bambi eyes killing him every time. Of course he was going to help Steve 

“Here you go, baby. In between the fingies too.” Steve started to giggle  “And don’t forget your,” Eddie wiggled the towel in front of Steve's face, “nose!” his hand moving quickly and rubbing all over his face eliciting the most adorable squeals. 

“Let's get you dressed, baby.” Eddie said, his hand fell to the small of Steve’s back and led him up the stairs to their nursery. 

“Then pancakes?” Steve murmured, slipping his first two  fingers into his mouth

Eddie felt a little bit bad but that was toddler manipulation for you. “Yes, baby, then pancakes” 

Steve toddled out of the nursery in footed pajamas, sinking even deeper into his headspace. Steve’s fingers slipped in his mouth and his doe eyes got even rounder than Eddie could ever think possible. He slipped his arm around Steve’s middle helping him down the stairs, as he gurgled happily to himself. 

Eddie set Steve up at the table with paper and crayons so he could start cooking. It was times like these when Eddie was able to watch his little elephant be happy and safe, that he felt so honored to be there. Steve shared this big part of his life, opened up the most vulnerable part of himself and had chosen Eddie. 

What they had wasn't conventional, but that didn’t matter, because it worked for them. Eddie wouldn’t have it any other way.

[gh0stlyb34r]

[ 🎸 ] cg!eddie munson moodboard

[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

[takabinaryy]

Little Helper

Idea by me Steddie Caregivers Eddie and Wayne Regressor Steve Both Munson men are southern in this by the way Little Steve’s small age is 2-3 sometimes it's 5 toddler Eddie was running a little bit late for work and forgot to make his lunch. don't worry though Steve help Wayne make lunch and bring it to him

Usually if Steve went to bed little he would be waking up little, especially on weekends. It was Saturday morning and it wasn't tapping to his face that woke Eddie up. No it was his phone playing some random metal music as his ringtone, the had look at the time and it was 7:50 am. Way to early for one of the rugrats to be calling him but unfortunately for the young Munson it was his boss telling him to come in early. Aka Eddie had to go to work today which meant he had to leave earlier, aka eight in the morning.

All because he had to help train a newbie do ink work, he was in such a rush that the metalhead had forgotten two things. One being to make himself a lunch and the second? Well it was to give Steve a goodbye kiss before leaving. So when Steve had actually woken up around almost ten basically even to a empty bed with no note or text. Being in a toddler mindset he was right , to be a tiny bit upset about his dada not being in bed with him. He pulled on one of Eddie's band shirts luckily for him he slept in his ,sleep shorts so he didn't have "hunt" for one in the clean hamper of clothes. The brunette wondered out of the room and down the hall into the kitchen.

Where Wayne was already awake and making pancakes, his coffee mug being right next him. The older made looked behind him seeing the other "stray" he had took in and that his son had claimed as "his" a long time ago.

" Well Morin dewdrop, ya sleep okay? Teddy already gone and left for work a while ago"

" morning to you to Wayne. I slept fine, a little sad teddy didn't kiss me goodbye "

Steve says grabbing the coffee pot and pouring some in a mug. Only for Wayne to pour it back in his own mug and and pulls out chocolate milk from the fridge and gets it in a sippy cup. Handing it back to Steve with a knowing nod that he knows Steve is little. Even if he was still shy about being little in front of Wayne.

" ya a light sleeper ain't you? Maybe teddy was in a rush Eve" Wayne puts their breakfast on plates then setting them down on the table. One in front of Steve with a kiss to the boy's head and one next to his newspaper. Now sitting down the man opens the paper first before eating like he always does on his days off that he to doesn't have to wake up early to leave for work.

" ...um uh Wayne?.."

" I told ya before Eve you can regress when I'm around. I don't mind one but. It helps ya don't it?"

"Well ye-" Steve got cut off when the older man clears his throat and gives the younin a pointed look.

" Then I ain't gonna stop ya or tell you how to relax. I ain't gonna judge ya boy. If did I feel like I'd get a shoe thrown at me"

" Teddy is would never hit you with something Wayne"

Nah he's like his late mama, He'd be like her and would definitely throw a shoe at me. Wouldn't be the first time either, though he's a bad aim it always missed me"

Wayne tells Steve laughing a little bit telling him a story on him remembering his sister when they were teenagers always rough housing with each other. And their own mama gettin on them for stupid shit they'd get up to. Especially with how Eddie's long hair is now if Wayne pulled a old picture of his sister , and held it up to his son/nephew. He'd say the metalhead is a spitting image of his late mama.

A bit later almost about lunch time to be exact Wayne can see Steve in the living room, from where he is standing in the kitchen. Making Mac and cheese, along with sandwiches for them both. He can also see that Eddie's actual lunchbox is on the counter, welp looks like Steve will be happy about their little trip to go see Teddy.

" Eve sunshine come here please "

Steve turns off the tv grabbing his stuffed bat and walks over to Wayne , placing the bat on the counter.

"Would you like to help me with Teddy's lunch? And possibly we can go bring it to him?"

"Yes I can helps! We gotta makes him a sandwich to"

He tells Wayne as if the older man wasn't already gonna make his nephew a sandwich, and adding some other things to the lunchbox. Wayne just pats Steve's head and switches the turkey(that he had out for his and Steve's sandwich) for honey ham for Eddie's. Since Steve knows what his boyfriend/caregiver likes , the brunette walks around the other male to the fridge and grabs the carrot sticks from the fridge, handing them over to the older Munson.

Once the third sandwich was made , carrot sticks in a small baggie along with another ziplock half full of slices of mango and peaches with lime juice and honey drizzled on them. Slightly weird snack trust me he knows but his son/nephew has always been weird but Wayne and Steve wouldn't have it any other way. Of course it didn't take long for Eddie's lunch to be packed up and set in Steve's backpack , Wayne figured once they got there to the tattoo shop all three of them can eat together. Now loading them both in the pick-up truck already, made sure Steve had on warmer clothes on. Turning on the radio to a random station that has decent sounding songs playing, " Mr fluff" the grey fluffy crow plush being in the little's lap along with the backpack full of their lunch.

" You think Teddy will be busy with people when we get there"

Steve broke the silence well besides the music playing in the background, Wayne glances over then just as quickly turns his attention back to the road. Of course the older man answers as honestly as he possibly can.

" Maybe Eve, You never know with the shop these days. Hell Teddy could be just getting on his break when we get there"

And just like that it only took about half an hour to actually get have the truck parked next to Eddie's van in front of the shop. Which gave Steve a slightly closer look in the open blinds window. Clearly seeing one of Eddie's coworkers outside having, a smoke break who in turn recognizes Wayne's truck and waves at them. With a giggle from the boy next to him, he waves back and gets out and rounds over to Steve's side. And opens the door for the other letting the regressed male out , who simply jumps out with the stuff in his arms, giving Wayne a soft smile. The second the two step at least a few steps to the door, said door pushes open with non other than Eddie pushing it open. And of course having a surprised look on his face the minute, his eyes land on his uncle and his adorable boyfriend.

" Well now ain't this a surprise, what are ya'll doin here?"

" Teddy ya forgot somethin on ya way out this mornin? "

Wayne asked which makes his young kin think for a moment trying to, figure out what exactly he had forgotten. Of course he knew he had his keys, wallet, his phone, the walkie that Dustin had given him( even if the kid has a phone) , his lunch-Oh sweet cherry pie that's what he forgot.  Eddie had indeed forgotten to make himself a lunch and, bring it with him before leaving this morning! The metalhead sighs and runs his fingers , through his half brushed hair, giving Wayne and Steve a slight smile.

" Don't worry Bubba, Eve and I thought we'd make lunch and maybe eat it together. If ya ain't busy of course "

“ Mhms! I helped make yous lunch with uncle Wayne. Got your snack added to it too!”

Steve piped up from standing next to Wayne with a wide smile spread on his face, as he talked to his caregiver/boyfriend. Who has reached forward and gently ruffled the brunette’s hair a bit, then gives Wayne a hug for a moment before doing the same to Steve of course. Eddie takes the backpack out of the clearly mentally four or maybe five year old’s(Steve’s headspace age) hand. And hands it off to Wayne, then scoops Steve up and settles the slightly young male on his hip. Giving his sunshine a bunch of kisses all over the other’s face, that definitely has giggles filling both Munson men ears.

“ I’m lucky. Im on my lunch break then. And thank ya very much for bringin me lunch. Wayne , Stevie”

“ No problem what’s so ever, we wouldn’t want ya to starve-“

“ I wouldn’t starve. I probably would have-“

“ Nah. I rather ya eat the food ya make instead of gettin from the food or drink vedin machines”

The older Munson told the younger as he walked to the back of his truck and opened the, “bed” up and got the spare blanket out and layed it out on the bed of the truck. Eddie who’s watching his uncle set up the “ truck picnic “ , mind you is one of the things they used to do when Eddie was way younger(8 to 13) it was mostly a summer thing though.(neither of them at the time wanted to eat lunch inside and they liked the outside even on hot days)

Eddie also walks over and sets Steve down on the blanket, and helps his uncle set up and place their food down on said blanket next to the regressed male. Once it’s all set up Eddie jumps in from the side of the truck and gets in behind Steve, moving and setting him in his own lap. And for the rest of the metalhead’s lunch break , they ate lunch together, even having a few coworkers said “ hello/hey”(just greeting them) or just chatted for a little bit before going in the shop. Thankfully it didn’t rain and it was mostly sunny and all an all a good day. Wayne definitely knowing when the break does come to an end, Eddie will most definitely try to make up an excuse to stay and hold Steve.( they like cuddles)

[strawnger]

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

[tinytalkss]

🦇CG!Eddie, Stranger Things🦇

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

caregiver eddie headcanons:

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

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

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

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

reallyyyy loves using nicknames!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[alittleplaytime]

Eddie Munson Stimboard!!

🎸 👹 🎲 | 🎸 👹 🎲 | 🎸 👹 🎲

🌼 media: stranger things <3

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

🍯 rqd by: no one <3.

🌻 note: i was really into stranger things for the first few seasons and fell in love with eddies character as he felt a lot like me when i was in school!! also the first friday the 13th came out in 1980 so eddie definitely could have seen it!! (he is such a spooky baby in my heart)