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desolatecure · 10 months

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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.”

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babiemunson · 1 year

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eddie munson as a caregiver <3

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

he'd be such a good cg :(

#agere #age regression #stranger things agere #caregiver eddie munson #fandom agere #eddie munson #stranger things #moodboard #agere board #indigo's posts #agere moodboard #age regression moodboard

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doe-eyed-dreamr · 4 months

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☆ 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

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italiansteebie · 10 months

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also on ao3 // little steve and little rob

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Ebby!”

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

“Ebby, Stevie needs help, hurt.”

“Is he little too?”

“Mhm, mhm.”

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

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

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

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

“Ebby,”

“Oh, Stevie baby.”

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

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

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

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

“Mhm.”

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

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

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deadpoetskiddo · 9 months

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Jealousy, Jealousy

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

Word count: 471

Warnings: hurt/comfort, insecurities

Request?: yes/no

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

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

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

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

Why did it have to be her?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

#sfw agere #age regression #age regressor #agere blog #agere #agere community #safe agere #sfw regression #fandom agere #stranger things agere #stranger things #eddie munson #caregiver eddie munson #little!reader #cg!eddie munson x little!reader

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metal-caregiver · 1 year

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Regressuary Day 2 : Playground / Toys

Parining: Platonic CG!Eddie Munson x Little!Reader (gender neutral)

Word count: 1,010 Tw's: None (use of light "swears" ass, damn) Characters: Eddie, Steve, Dustin, (GN! Reader)

Prompt: Character A (reader) is so enthralled by their toys/playground that they keep putting off a bathroom break

Nicknames directed @ reader: Little one, Kiddo, Squirt Nicknames directed @ cgs!: Steve (mama) Eddie (Ed/Eddie)

Disclaimer !! : I am disabled and have incontinence due to my disabilities. Diapers are NOT SEXUAL !! Do not sexualize me, my headspace, or my disability aids. READ MY DNI

On this sunny day in Hawkins, Indiana...Clouds crept along the sky casting large shadows across the playground. It was a lazy day for Eddies party, not to say he had nothing to do. He had plenty of music to play and campaigns to run. To put it simply, they needed a down day. And to Steve's luck, Eddie had requested that you, Dustin, and Steve all walk down to the park together.

You were used to Dustin being regressed a majority of the time. But surprisingly you hadn't had a proper playdate together! You supposed even though your caregiver hadn't labeled it as one, Dustin wouldn't mind either way. You packed your bag, and with hastily tied shoes and stuffie in hand, you set off to Eddie's house...

Dustin was sitting on the floor of the Eddie and Waynes attempt at a living room, playing with the odd toy and Dn'D mini-figures Eddie always had laying around.

"Dustin !!" You shouted, tossing your bag aside and pulling each other up into a spinning hug.

The two of you giggled and danced around as Eddie picked up your things, Steve gathered up the toys and chalk for the two of you to play with at the park.

"Hold up, squirt!" Eddie called out, reaching for your hand.

You looked up at him, confused but with a flutter in your head.

"Not so fast. You kiddos need to stick with us". Steve said, hand already entwined with Dustin's. For extra measure, Eddie sometimes had you hold onto the chains attached to his belts. Maybe all those unnecessary accessories could be practical sometimes.

It wasn't far from the school thanks to Steve and Eddie's bikes. Eddie bragged how one day he'll own a "sick ass ride" which earned him a good slap from Steve.

Once given the "ok", you and Dustin took your pacis and toys booked it for the swings. Each of you raced each other to see who could swing the highest til Dustin managed to scare himself and beg Steve to push for him.

Your pumping became lighter as you were out of breath. Steve noticed and offered you Dustin's extra sippy with water which you gladly took. Eddie wasn't the best caregiver when it came to rules, and a bottle of water on top of all those sodas from lunch might have not been the best idea for your little state.

"Little one, slow with the drinking".

You rolled your eyes at the voice from behind you and continued, taking huffs out of your nose causing Steve to giggle as you handed it back to him. Eddie wasn't going to deny you water, that'd be cruel especially when your drink of choice was every sugary and bubbled concoction you could get your hands on.

"Come play!" you shouted as Eddie took a seat on the bench across from you. You watched him think for a moment before shaking his head.

"Okay, Kiddo, but first let's take a potty and snack break?"

You pouted, kicking the wood chips at your feet with a furrowed brow.

"No, no! We just got here! We don't wanna leave now!" Dustin shouted back, mirroring your disappointment.

"Well if you two are sure..." Eddie hesitated but eventually caved in pushing you while he chatted with Steve.

Steve wasn't too keen on letting either of you out of his sight or out of arms reach. But with Eddie around, Steve could let the invisible leash loose a bit and allow the two of you to (mostly) run free.

Even from afar the two knew you (especially), and Dusted needed a bathroom break, but neither wanted to force it. Dustin didn't have a preference between pull-ups or boxers but you much preferred your regular clothing over anything Eddie had offered.

The two of you eventually chased each other back over to your caregivers. This time, Steve spoke up.

"Dustin, do you need the potty?".

He paused for a moment, fidgeting before eventually giving Steve a nod. "Mhm! Yes mama"

Eddie turned to you, quirking his eyebrows and giving you a questioning look.

"I don't need to! I want to play!"

"Squirt I'm serious, let's at least go with them?"

You looked to Dustin who seemed perfectly content going on his own with Steve, but you justified it in your mind that your friend was just too little to go alone!

The two of you waited outside the stalls for Steve and Dustin to finish. You could hear the commotion from outside and based on the shouting from Steve you gathered that Dustin forgot to flush and refused to wash his hands.

Eddie was just waiting for the moment til you asked to join. To his surprise, it never came, until he felt a tugging at his shirt.

"Yeah, little one?" He asked, sing-song.

"I'm sorry, Eds I didn't mean to," you said with a sob. "I'm sorry I didn't mean to! I was just having too much fun playing, and the running didn't make me have to, so I thought I didn't, and I.."

"Woah, woah! Slow down there. You're ok". Eddie noticed the small wet patch between your knees and sighed. "Damn it,,kid you're all wet." He cringed "Let's get you changed ok?".

You sniffed, tears pricking the corners of your eyes. "Ok Eddie".

Lucky for you, Eddie always carried a pack of baby towels and a change of clothes. He reassured you as he slipped the clean clothes under the bathroom stall, offering you help and privacy when needed.

All was well as you joined Dustin back in the hallway, following your caregivers back outside.

"I'm sorry Eddie..." You whispered, pulling on his jacket sleeve as Dustin dared you to another race.

"It's alright, kiddo doesn't worry. You're forgiven, it was just a mistake. Don't worry too much about it, and have fun".

You smiled up at Eddie before running off, turning to wave "love you Ed's!"

"Love you too, kiddo!" he shouted back, waving from his place next to Steve and smiling. "I love you".

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autizmoeddiemunson · 2 years

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Soft -part one

Steddie, little Steve, cg Eddie

Part two

CW: PTSD, substances, knives

Steve sat in bed making weapons. It was 4 AM, all the lights in his room were on, and he had moved his mattress to the floor. He was glad that his parents wouldn’t be home for another two months, the house was wrecked, the few rooms he ever went in at least. The living room, foyer, kitchen, and his bed & bathroom were littered with battery packages, dead batteries, cigarette boxes, weapons, and various other refuse.

He had outfitted the house with extra locks and at least partially boarded up the windows from the inside. After everything he’d been through, he’d become a bit paranoid.

He checked the locks on his bedroom door & window for the third time tonight. He wished he could check on Eddie right now. He had been worried about everyone but after he dragged Eddie out of the upside down, he had been thinking about him constantly. It was his job to take care of everybody, he couldn’t rest until he was sure they were safe. He passed out that night, knife in hand.

He was jolted awake around seven by something hitting the window. He screamed and threw the open knife at the window, it stabbed the wall. After that, he realized that it was just a bird. He got up, rubbed the restless sleep out of his eyes, and ripped his knife out of the wall. “Damn it…” he muttered, examining the hole, now he had to go to the hardware store again.

He got on the radio and began checking in with everybody while making his breakfast. One by one, everybody confirmed that they were ok… except Eddie. Steve tried to check on him again but still received no answer. He abandoned his cereal and unplugged the toaster, rushing to get dressed & speed to Eddie’s trailer.

He kept trying to get him on the radio the whole drive there. As soon as he arrived, he ran to the door and began pounding on it. Eddie’s van was here so he knew Eddie was supposed to be here. He tried looking in the windows but he couldn’t see inside, he was panicking. He attempted to open the door, eventually deciding to break the door down.

He opened the door to the bedroom. Eddie was unconscious in bed, surrounded by beer cans and other paraphernalia. Steve’s blood ran cold and he checked the man’s carotid pulse. To his relief, his pulse was strong and he leaned into his touch.

“Thank fucking god…” Steve quietly said, removing his hand from the man’s neck, sitting exhausted on the floor against the bed. Eddie whined in his sleep, hazily stirring. Steve tucked his head into his knees. He was so tired, he wanted things to go back ti the way they were, back when he could sleep at night, back when ‘fight or flight’ wasn’t his default.

“Steve? Is’at you?” Eddie propped himself up and adjusted the blanket upon realizing his lack of clothes. Steve sat up straight and plastered on a fake smile. “Yeah, sorry about your door. I’m going to the hardware store today, I’ll fix it.” Eddie stared at him in confusion as the words registered. He wrapped the blanket around his waist and shuffled to the closet for a pair of sweats.

He left the room, a guilty feeling Steve in tow, he looked at the door. “It’s just the hinges.” Honestly, he could probably fix it himself but he secretly wanted to see Steve again today. “Sorry.” Steve said again. “It’s fine, just fix it please, Stevie?” Eddie asked lightheartedly. Steve smiled and lightly flushed at the nickname.

He’d been so stressed lately that he wasn’t allowing himself to have many feelings, it felt good to get attention from the long haired metal head. Unfortunately though, he was too busy taking care of the group to allow himself to get caught up with feelings.

“Yeah, of course!” He shook himself from his momentary trance. He decided to get back to the reason he showed up in the first place. “Anyway, are you ok?” He felt somewhat stupid asking so far into the interaction but wanted to get back to his ‘job.’ Eddie gave him a subtle, weird look. “Yeah, other than my door and a hangover, I’m ok.” He said, a little disappointed that Steve didn’t seem to want to spend time with him.

Steve nodded and finished up the conversation as noncommittally as possible. He headed to the hardware store and grabbed everything he needed, as well as a few extra things, just in case. He got back to Eddie’s place around noon. He could hear a cover of Ride the Lightning playing from inside as he walked up. “Eds?” He called from outside the broken door, he took a few steps back and waited for him to come out.

Eddie walked out, hair in a loose bun, short shorts, and a cropped iron maiden shirt. He was glistening with sweat and more than happy to see Steve. The boys got to work, together, it took less than 10 minutes but they were both happy. They ended up doing all sorts of little repairs around the place. They had been together for a few hours, despite the fact that he was working, Steve was relaxed for the first time in ages. He finally let his guard down.

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olibxr · 11 months

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Characters I write for! (Strictly with male/trans!masc/non binary readers- please be specific when requesting) or even couples (Steddie 🫶) and poly relationships.

Steve Harrington

Eddie Munson

Jonathan Byers

Nancy wheeler

Robin Buckley (platonically)

Henry/001

Jamie Campbell Bower

Jamie Campbell bower + Jess Maloney (Mommy and Daddy🤭)

Joseph Quinn

Joe Keery

I am a kinky fucker so I'm very open minded to all sorts of filthy smut. I am a Dom myself, and sometimes I'm not a very kind one, so feel free to request the meanest most dominant and filthy shit imaginable.

Also fluff is so fucking cute to write and I love it so pls also request that too <3

I'm happy to write agere but please remember that it's not to be sexualised so no ageplay or sexual regression requests!

I enjoy punishing myself so angst is always good too 🫶

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froggy-clubhouse · 2 years

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Part three of my agere steddie fic! Unfortunately this one is vry dialogue heavy and has no actual regression but it sets the scene so i can do some fun regression content in the future!!!

Tw: discussion of negative emotional reactions

Part two Part four

Steve woke up slowly, he felt like he could probably sleep a thousand more days. His sweatpants were twisted around his legs and his blanket was kicked off, outside his window he could see the sun just getting low in the sky. He groaned and threw his arms over his eyes.

He couldnt believe he behaved like that, like a freaking child. All he did was cry and- oh god. Spill water everywhere? Get tangled in his shirt? He was so beyond mortified he had allowed himself to be that weak. Eddie probably hated him, he was definitely at his house calling every single person he knew telling them steve was an idiot and a crybaby. God he felt worse then he did when he first woke up.

Steve leaned into his mattress and let out a scream that hurt his throat. He was never going to leave his house again. He was never getting out of this bed. Poor eddie. Steve sat on his actual lap and sobbed! This was definitely the number one most embarrassing thing he had ever done. He shoved his shirt in his mouth and screamed again.

Thats when he heard quick footsteps making their way up his steps, he sat up quickly and stared at his door wide eyed. The footsteps made their way down his hall prompting him to grab at the metal pole sitting half under his bed. Just as he got it situated in his hands his door was kicked down and he shreiked.

Steve had been fully expecting an attack, a shady government group or russian spy or upside down creature. Anything really aside from a frantic eddie munson. Steve threw his pole down once recognition hit him and leaned forward to hid his face in his covers, attempting to regain some control over himself.

“Steve!” eddie gasped out, steve couldnt see him from his current position but from the sounds of it eddie was pretty shaken as well.

“I dont wanna talk” steve yelled into the blanket, he was still far too embarrassed to do anything besides hide.

“Are you okay? I heard screaming and uh the pole and- did you have a nightmare?” eddie obviously wasnt picking up on steves extreme ‘leave me alone’ signals.

“Im fine” steve ground out, praying that eddie would just get up and leave.

“Okay well if you are fine i wanna talk about earlier” steves prayers were ignored.

“Please no i dont wanna talk about it” steve shifted on the bed but kept his face firmly hidden, he could feel his cheeks burning with embarrassment.

“Steve…” steve felt his bed dip and eddies presence overwhelmed his senses, “steve im not mad or anything, just concerned?” eddie let steve sit with this for a moment.

“Okay” steve muttered into his mattress, “dont tell anyone”

“Gasp! I am wounded steve, you have such little faith in me! Of course i wont tell anyone” steve rolled his eyes at eddies dramatics, though he knew the other couldnt see.

“Just making sure” the bed shifted more as eddie moved around, he never was one to stay still, “well since that's settled i think we’re all done here”

“Woah woah woah no way sir im not done” steve groaned loudly and finally lifted his head up to face eddie.

“Im fine eddie please just- i wont do that again so dont worry” eddies face fell a bit.

“What did you even do?” steve deflated and stared at eddie.

“Spill water all over you” eddie laughed not unkindly and steve glared in return.

“It was more then that stevie,” steve felt blood rush to his cheeks at that nickname, “describe how it felt to me?”

“Felt uh…” steve faltered, “foggy? Like i wasnt fully awake or something?” eddie nodded at him to continue, “i dont know thats kinda all ive got” Eddie continued to sit besides him open and gentle and infuriating, “i guess i felt like not myself but myself too, like uhm kinda small? I dont know if that makes any sense but i kinda felt small” eddie nodded and crossed his legs before uncrossing them. Steve watched him anxiously.

“Can i tell you what i think it was? And before i say anything i am not judging you and you are not in trouble i promise! My word is my life i would not lie to you” steve rolled his eyes at eddies dramatics but still felt a cold rush of fear run over him, he didnt want to face whatever it is he was doing but he supposed he owed it to his friend. He nodded and looked down at his legs, face red.

“Again, no judgment at all but you seemed childish” steve felt his face burn, that was probably the worst thing eddie could have said. He was thoroughly ermbarrased.

“Im so sorry” steve blurted out before raising his hands up to hide his face.

“No you are not in trouble remember? Im just- im not surprised after everything that happened and all the stuff i wasnt even around for! Your brain probably just does that you know? Makes you younger when stuff gets hard, it makes sense to me. Im not like its nothing bad i just was really worried about you today but after thinking it over downstairs i feel like its fine! Its literally fine! I dont think you do it on purpose and i think its just survival and people can be so mean i know and i wont ever be mean to you like thati know how it feels to be-” steve stared up at eddie with big eyes and watched as eddie deflated some, “okay im rambling. Small is a good word to describer it though. Younger mentally sounds wordsy” eddie smiled at steve easily.

Steve leaned forward and shoved his face into the sheets thinking over what eddie had said. Was it helpful to feel that way? He hadnt thought of being small in a way that wasnt bad, shameful. He felt so cloudy and unlike himself like that. It being childish definitely made sense, children spill things and cry and wet the bed. He could only picture that headspace4 as something that happened when he was very scared or very sad.

“I dont like it” he finally responded. There was silence for awhile before eddie’s hands grabbed onto steves shoulders and yanked him to be sitting. Steve groaned at the disturbance but went with little fight.

“Why not?” eddie leaned back but kept his hands firmly placed on steve. Steve shrugged and looked away. After a few long seconds it became clear that eddie was not going to move until; steve answered.

“I feel scared when im like that usually i guess. Like if anything happened i couldnt help myself or the people i love. I dont know why my brain would do that its not helpful” eddie frowned.

“Are you scared a lot?” steve froze up.

“Thats relative” eddie rolled his eyes dramatically and let his hands fall gently off stevesd shoulders,

“You know you dont always have to be in charge, you can be small sometimes” eddie looked at steve earnestly who in turn struggled to fight off a wave of emotion.

“Who will take care of everyone? Whos gonna clean this house and get those kidas to school and make sure robin is awake for her shift? Its not like i could do anything when im like that, i cant even change my own shirt” steve curled further into himself suddenly feeling thoroughly miserable.

“You arent alone in this world. The kids can take themselves to school and robin can buy a freaking alarm clock and well-” eddie bumped his legs into steves softly, “ill help you out. I was not bothered by you at all. I didnt like seeing you sad but i wanna help you plus youre kinda adorable stevie.” steve turned bright red and hid his face inbetween his shoulders.

“Shut up” he murmured, chin thoroughly hidden in his chest.

“No seriously! I liked helping you! Its okay to need help, i needed nancy’s help graduating highschool for gods sake and i needed your help filling out that stupuid job application and ive called little byers in the middle of the night for help with a campaign. People need help and i dont know what kinda lonely house this is but id love to fill in the emptiness. I kinda am like your friend now” steve tipped forward into the sheets again, his hair tickling eddies legs- when had they gotten so close? Eddie just laughed and leaned forward to wrap steve in an awkward backwards hug.

“You dont have to” eddie rubbed his hands over steves back in a way far too comforting.

“I want to”

#agere stranger things #stranger things agere #age regression stranger things #agere steve Harrington #caregiver eddie munson #little!steve harrington #cg! eddie munson #carer eddie #regressor steve #agere fanfic #agere fanfiction #fandom agere

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steddiemunsington · 1 year

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hellcheer hcs <3 (little!chrissy + cg!eddie)

this is super late but thank you anon for giving me an excuse to do more rambling about baby chrissy

eddie would fight a grizzly bear one-on-one for her

sets up little d&d campaigns just for the two of them because she wants to play but is too shy to play with hellfire

even if she bends the rules a little eddie doesn't mind

she loves braiding his hair and putting little clips and bows in it

always fidgeting with eddie's rings. whenever they're cuddling or watching a movie or something she always plays with his rings at some point

he is a sucker for her pout

the second that bottom lip juts out he's already giving in to whatever it is she wants (more than likely it’s strawberry icecream)

he's got all the drawings and coloring pages she's proudly given him up on his wall

he is her designated pusher on the swing at the playground

she likes to color in his tattoos + he gets her little temp tattoos so they can match

#stranger things agere #age regression #agere #eddie munson agere #age regressor chrissy cunningham #caregiver eddie munson #hellcheer

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ellieisaflower · 1 year

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Stranger things Masterlis´ˎ˗

Main Masterlist || Requests open

୨୧ ┊Eddie Munson

(❈) Fun Day (coming soon)

୨୧ ┊Steve Harrington

(❈) Fun Day (coming soon)

୨୧ ┊Robin Buckley

(❈) Fun Day (Coming soon)

Tags ´ˎ˗

#sfw agere blog #age regression #little reader #stranger things x agere reader #stranger things x little reader #eddie mundon x little reader #caregiver eddie munson #caregiver steve harrington #steve harrington x little reader #caregiver robin buckley #robin buckley x little reader

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babiemunson · 1 year

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you're just a baby, honey, it's okay

eddie helps steve regress for the first time.

pairing: regressor!steve harrington x caregiver!eddie munson

word count: 1,278

content warnings: mention of blood, mention of a panic attack because of flashbacks to upside down related stuff, mention of old scars from bat bites, regressed steve is briefly upset

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it's been a pretty stressful week for steve when eddie brings up his big idea.

monday and tuesday brought with them a barrage of rude customers at family video. wednesday carried flashbacks to bats and blood, which in turn induced a panic attack that had steve gasping for breath. thursday started out okay, but in the afternoon, steve's scars started hurting and he had to lie down for the rest of the day. friday wasn't bad per se, it was just busy - after steve's shift, he had to help wayne munson move some boxes, then he picked up the kids from hellfire and brought them to his house for dinner. he only got some free time after sunset.

so on saturday, when steve is sitting on eddie's couch and trying to unwind, eddie proposes something.

"so you know how i get small sometimes?"

steve looks up at him, blinking. ever since he'd walked in on eddie coloring, something had changed between them - something good. it's easier to be around each other now. not that it was hard before, but now it's... open. a couple times, steve has even been able to look after eddie when the latter has been small. "yeah. why?"

eddie sits on the couch next to steve. "it can happen when i'm stressed or upset. and it really helps. when i get... big... again, i feel better, and calmer." he bites his lip, then reaches out and rests a hand on top of steve's. "i was wondering if- if maybe you wanted to try? being small? it might help."

steve's eyes widen. "me? nah, man, i can't do that. i gotta look after people. who's gonna look after me?"

"i could," says eddie, shrugging. "you take care of me when i'm small, right? i can return the favor."

"i..." steve frowns, slumping a little. eddie's hand is warm; it's making it hard to think. "i mean... okay. sure. we can try. promise you won't laugh at me?"

eddie does laugh, but only at that notion. "harrington. you've seen me sucking my thumb, babbling like a baby, and playing with kids toys. i don't think i'm in any position to make fun of you."

so it's settled: steve is going to be small. or at least try to.

eddie leads him by the hand into the bedroom, where they sit down on eddie's bed. "since this is your first time," he says, voice soft and gentle. "you might need some help. okay?"

steve nods. the way eddie's speaking to him is making his head feel fuzzy.

eddie's lips curve into a smile, and he tucks steve's hair behind his ear. "alright, stevie. i'm right here with you, okay? just take your time. we can look at books if you want, or play with toys."

"uhm... toys. toys sound good." steve has to really focus to speak. it's getting so difficult all of a sudden.

eddie reaches under the bed and pulls out a faded teddy and a dragon stuffed animal. "which one do you want, honey?"

the nickname makes steve's heart melt into a little puddle in his chest. wordlessly, he reaches out for the teddy, and brushes his thumb along its fuzzy head.

"good pick," eddie praises. "hey stevie, can you tell me how small you're feeling? you can use your fingers if you want."

steve swallows hard. "d...dunno," he manages. "nineteen, but s'like... like things are fuzzy. feel nineteen but kind of like a kid. s'this what it feels like?"

eddie smiles knowingly. "i think you're getting there." he brings a hand up and pets steve's hair. "like i said, take your time. you're safe, okay? i gotcha. just let yourself go. that fuzzy feeling? let it spread. you're okay."

steve's eyelids are getting heavy. he leans into eddie's touch. everything feels like it's fading away. "feels good," he murmurs.

"why don't you lie down, sweetheart?" eddie puts an arm around steve's shoulders and helps him lie down with his head on eddie's chest. "c'mere. is this okay?"

steve nods, cuddling closer. "s'okay. i like it."

he's not really tired. it's a different sort of fuzziness in his mind. and it's welcome.

*

eddie is pretty proud of his bright idea. it seems to be working. they stay snuggled up together like that for almost an hour, eddie stroking steve's hair and whispering softly to him. after a while eddie takes steve's hand again.

"how old are you now, stevie?"

steve takes his thumb from his mouth and holds up one finger.

eddie presses a kiss to the crown of steve's head. "you're so tiny. my little boy. are you hungry? do you want a sandwich?"

"mhm." steve nods, and lets eddie sit him up.

"okay. well, you just stay right here and cuddle with teddy, and i'll bring you back a peanut butter sandwich, how does that sound?" eddie ruffles steve's hair.

steve lights up, and nods again.

it only takes a few minutes for eddie to prepare the food - peanut butter sandwiches were his favorite after school snack as a kid, so he's pretty fast at whipping them up. he brings it and a glass of milk with a straw back into the bedroom. "here you go."

steve reaches out and takes the sandwich. he's too small, though, and he drops it back onto the plate on accident, which bumps into the glass of milk and makes a few drops splash onto the floor. the mistake makes him wilt; tears well up in his eyes. "uh-oh."

"it's okay! it's okay, stevie, don't you worry. you're just a baby, honey, it's okay. no biggie." eddie sits next to steve and dries his tears.

steve gazes up at eddie with the sweetest look on his face. "no mad?"

"of course i'm not mad, baby boy. it was an accident. i can clean it up. god knows worse things have been spilled on this carpet." eddie rests his cheek on steve's shoulder, rocking him side to side a bit before sitting back up. "you're all good. i promise."

steve lets out a shuddering breath, and then smiles tearfully.

"there's that smile," eddie coos. "here. i can feed you, if it's too hard for you to do it yourself."

slowly, steve gets through the sandwich, eddie lifting it to his mouth for every bite. he washes it down with milk - which eddie holds up for him to drink through the straw. when they're done, eddie grins.

"good job, sweetheart." he kisses steve's forehead. "was that tasty?"

steve nods, then yawns.

eddie melts. steve's just so cute - when he's big and when he's small. "oh, is it time for the baby boy to have his nap?"

"nap," steve breathes. he yawns again.

"alright. i'll tuck you in." eddie carefully helps steve lie down again, and tucks the blanket securely around him. "do you want the light on or off?"

steve blinks heavily. "on, pease."

"as you wish." eddie leaves the light on and goes to get a wet cloth to clean up the spilled milk. when he returns, steve is almost asleep, breaths having evened out. his eyes are open just a crack.

"ebbie?"

"yeah, honey?" eddie scrubs at the spill and is able to get it fairly clean. he tosses the cloth in his hamper.

steve gives one last big yawn. "stay wif me? pease?"

eddie's heart gets so warm. he climbs into bed next to steve and holds him close. "it's okay, stevie. i've got you. i'm here, and you're safe. you just go right to sleep, okay?"

but there's no response, because steve is already fast asleep in eddie's arms.

#agere #age regression #stranger things agere #fandom agere #fandom regression #steve harrington #regressor steve harrington #eddie munson #caregiver eddie munson #agere fic #agere fanfic #indigo's posts

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doe-eyed-dreamr · 4 months

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“Stevie. It’s okay to need help, to ask for help. I know it feels hard when you’re the one everyone else relies on, but it doesn’t make you any less dependable if you need someone supporting you too.”

Steve can feel his eyes welling up, and he’s drawn into a soothing hug. He craves it, bone deep, to be taken care of in the way Eddie is suggesting. The way Eddie did just a matter of hours before. He can picture it now, he and Robin running around leaving a whirlwind of chaos in their wake. And Eddie, laughing along with them before scooping Steve up into his arms (because now Steve knows he can do that he isn’t ever letting it go) and rocking him while Robin pretends to be exasperated about having to clean the mess they made.

“You’d… you’d want that?” Steve asks, voice quiet and unsure.

“I’d like that so very much Steve.” Eddie says into his hair.

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italiansteebie · 2 years

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Under the Willow

Also on ao3 (recommended format)

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They were at a party.

Steve was drunk, and he was not having a good time.

His mind melted into something fuzzy, something soft and small, and he needed to find Robin. He stumbles around, looking for the blonde haired girl, and in his haze, he bumped into something. Someone.

Strong arms wrapped around him, grounding him, pushing him further into the softness. His mind flashed panic, he didn’t know who had him. A whine sounded through his throat and the strong arms moved up his back, one holding onto him, and the other coming up to caress his head.

“Shhh. It’s okay, big boy.” Eddie's deep voice sounded, rumbling through his chest. When Eddie had found Steve, he could see the disorientation from a mile away. He grabbed the boy's shoulder firmly, and led him out the door. Finding Robin and giving her a glance, and motioning to Steve.

Robin has dealt with this before, she noticed the bleary eyes and the rosey cheeks. She noticed Steve slipping further, and she excused herself from her friends. She made her way over to Eddie and Steve, pushing through the crowd.

“Hey, Stevie,” She said softly, another whine coming out and he grabbed towards her. “Robbie, I wanna go home,” He slurred. Eddie raised an eyebrow, “Robbie?”

“Shush. It’s alright Stevie, you’re going home now.” She said, softly patting his shoulder.

Tears flowed freely down his face as they moved outside and into Eddie’s van, “Stevie, what’s wrong?” She swiped the tears from his cheeks.

“Eddie knows,” He wailed, “He knows I’m a freak,” and Eddie, who was driving as gently as he could, made eye contact with Robin in the rearview mirror. “Steve. You are not a freak,” She said, firmly but gently. The nurturing tone sounding loud and clear.

Eddie cleared his throat, he decided to be cool. After everything they had been through, after Steve heaved his broken body through the slimy gate, he deserves to be taken care of, to feel safe.

“Yeah. Stevie. It’s okay. I understand,” He said hesitantly.

He pulls into the driveway of Steve’s house, and just as his crying subsides, the sobs pick up again.

Robin grabs his chin, turning his head towards her, “Hey, hey. What’s going on?”

“Don’t leave me alone! Please, I’ll be good, I’ll be good,” He pleaded with wide eyes, shimmering with tears the boy was willing not to fall. The other two shared a look, hearts shattering simultaneously.

They get Steve inside, reassuring him they will be here when he wakes up, and helping him change into a soft sweater to sleep in. Robin settles him on the couch, knowing he’s comfortable there rather than in his own room.

She and Eddie make their way to the kitchen where they sit at the wooden table. Eddie looks at her expectantly, and she sighs, “It’s not my story to tell. I’ll just say Steve had horrible parents, I guess the wealthy aren’t immune to abusing their kids. I found him like that one morning shortly after starcourt. After vecna and everything… It’s gotten worse,” she sighed and raked a hand through her hair.

Eddie blew out a breath and nodded in understanding. He had seen Steve in school some days, with a black eye and a far off look, similar to the one Steve wore at the party. He sighed, this sucks.

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Steve was 7 again, waking up to an empty house and wet sheets. He crawled out of bed, sniffling, shaking the nightmare from his head, but he couldn’t get the panic to leave. He scittered to the phone in the hall, shaking hands dialing his parents' hotel. “Maria Harrington speaking,”

“Momma,”

He hears an irritated sigh, “What Steve? It’s very late. You should be in bed.” She scolded.

His tears flowed stronger. “Momma, I had a nightmare… I had an accident.” He whimpered.

“Oh god, Steven. You’re not a baby. Clean yourself up and go back to bed. I can’t believe we will have to teach you this lesson again. You’re lucky your father didn’t answer. Now go, Steve. I don’t have time for this.” His mother spat, the dial tone ringing through the phone.

He shook himself, Momma was right, he was not a baby. He could do this. He walked back to his room, turning on the hallway light, small hands grabbing the wet sheets and trodding down the stairs with the bundle in his arms.

He loaded the soiled cloth into the washing machine, pressing start. He hears the front door open. He gasps, maybe Momma had come back, she was going to stay. Or take him with her.

He ran to the foyer, not seeing his mother, but a dark slimy creature. It turned, screeching at him, and a flowery maw inches from his face. He ran as fast as his little legs could take him. Up the stairs, locking his door behind him, hiding under the covers.

The monster burst through his door and took deep strides towards him. It layed a clawed hand on his shoulder and screeched in his face again. Steve screamed, loud and horrid as the monster shook him.

“Momma! Momma, Help! Please!” He screamed.

“Steve,” The monster whispered, his head whipped up in fear. It knew his name.

“Steve!” It roared again, it’s maw chomping down, and Steve shot up.

Heavy, ragged breaths ripping through his throat. He couldn’t focus his eyes, he couldn’t see, he wanted his Momma.

He flinched hard as a soft hand caressed his face, “Stevie, shhhh. You’re safe. You’re safe, okay?” the voice hummed, it was sweet and soft, unlike his mothers. He opened his eyes, “You’re safe, with me. No one else,” the soft voice distorted, and he focused his eyes. Vecna’s blue haunted eyes staring back at him, “It’s over, Steve,” Vecna sneered. Reaching his clawed hand up, and humming. Steve felt his eyes roll to the back of his head.

Robin was on the couch, frantically trying to wake Steve out of his terror. “Stevie, it’s okay.” She hummed, Eddie watching fearfully.

He decided to make himself useful, scooping Steve into his arms, and rocking back and forth. Not paying any mind to the boy’s wet pants, and tear streaked face.

They had heard him 30 minutes after he fell asleep, shifting, calling for his Momma, one who never came. She was never here. Robin ran to him, trying her best, but it only seemed to push him further into the horor that his mind was creating.

Eddie rocked back and forth, a firm, grounding hold on the boy in his lap. Robin runs a hand through his hair, massaging his scalp, trying to relax his body from the outside.

Steve pried his eyes open, breath ragged and unsteady, he fought his way out of Eddie’s hold, scrambling to the floor. The other two teens looked at eachother, Robin moved first, trying to focus the panicked boy’s mind. She grabbed his chin, much like she did in the van, “Stevie, it’s Robbie. I’m here, I’m always here. Shhh, honey. Please just take a deep breath.”

He was waiting for the voice to distort, but it never did. He felt another body join him and Robin on the floor, maneuvering him so whoever was holding him had their chest pressed to his back. A gentle hand continuing the massage Robin had started earlier. “It’s okay, Stevie,” Eddie's deep comforting voice sounded, so different from his father’s booming and cold voice.

Feeling safe, he began to sob, “Oh. Oh, Stevie. It’s okay buddy.”

“Robbie,” He whined, “I’m here bubba, Eddie’s here too, okay?” She said, Eddie humming in response, chest rumbling against Steve’s back.

Once he had calmed down, no lingering sobbing, breath under control, Robin pulled him to his feet, leading him to the bathroom to change him into clean sweatpants. A blush crept up his neck as he saw Eddie watching them leave, and turning to clean up the couch.

He sniffled as Robin helped him get cleaned up, “Sorry, Robbie,” and she shushed him.

“Steve, you listen to me, okay. You are so strong. Whatever happens, doesn’t change that. You have held on so well, you are so brave. Being Stevie, or Bubba, doesn’t negate that. Not at all.” She told him. He nodded, letting himself be taken care of in a way his parents never did.

They moved back to the now clean couch, Eddie sitting there, softly smiling, “There’s my Stevie, are you feeling better?” He had fully slipped into the “big brother” role. It was easy, he cared for Steve so much, any way he could pay him back, he would.

Steve nodded shyly and plopped down on the couch next to him, curling into Robin who sat with them. Eddie threw a blanket over them, and Steve felt a softness he had never felt before.

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deadpoetskiddo · 9 months

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Metal baby

when you're little, Eddie puts on his mixtape

he doesn't listen to the most child-friendly music in the world, but it reminds you of him, so you like it

he LOVES to buy you little gear that's more his aesthetic, such as Metallica/hellfire club onesies, bat sippy cups, etc.

When you're little he turns into the softest, most loving person ever.

"Are you okay baby? Do you need anything?" is asked just about every 5 seconds

he refuses to leave you alone while regressed for over 5 minutes. no exceptions.

he doesn't let you curse, but he does let you engage in 420 activities so that makes up for it

when you regress he always has you take a nap, saying "You're just a baby, you need sleep love!"

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Hi there could you maybe do some Cargiver Eddie headcanons please? :D

I’m assuming you mean Eddie from ST :]!

🎸 Caregiver Eddie Munson Headcanons

🎲 He is so incredibly chill as a caregiver. He’s great at making you just feel unbelievably settled.

🎲 Is not a strict enforcer of rules, he actually is quite terrible at it. He finds it too hypocritical, so more often than not he’ll be giving out way too many snacks, and way too much soft drink

🎲 He actually has a really nice voice, that can sing softer songs really well, it’s just an incredibly lovely sound. He learns all sorts of nursery rhymes, but more often than not he’ll just sing some parts of a song he has memorised. It’s somehow better than the nursery rhymes.

🎲 He gives the best hugs that have ever been given. It’s almost unreal how comforting it is, but he’s great at it. They’re never suffocating, and he is always willing to give them with absolutely not judgement. He’s very smug about his hugging talents.

🎲 He actually adjusted and got the hang of caregiving really quickly, he just treated them like a much more kid friendly version of themself. He was particularly fond of calling them “little dude” regardless of gender.

🎲 Two of his favourite things to do with regressors, is watching any sort of movie, he just loves the entire aspect of it, and playing any sort of game with them, especially board games. He has an entire collection of board games and card games purely for this reason.

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