#little!eddie x caregiver!reader

[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."

[jjtheresidentbaby]

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

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ pick a toy ໒꒱ ⋆ﾟ⊹

|| eddie munson x reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[kenascutecorner]

Jealousy, Jealousy

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

Word count: 471

Warnings: hurt/comfort, insecurities

Request?: yes/no

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

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

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

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

Why did it have to be her?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[sunshine-n-raccoons]

I’d love to read a fic where Eddie has to take reader to the dentist to get a filling!! I found out I need 8 fillings done and I’m so nervous!!!

ohhh nooo! I’m sorry honey. I know the dentist can be super duper scary! And nobody likes having a numb mouth or tooth aches!

But never fear, Eddie is here <3

The Dentist…

Eddie Munson x little!reader

TW: age regression, anxiety, dental procedures! Teeth! if you don’t these things please don’t read!

Reader has a bad day at the dentist… Eddie does what he can to make it better and take care of them <3

“I no wanna go! PLEASE DON’T MAKE ME!”

Eddie’s ears flutter at the shrillness in his little baby’s voice.

“Sweetheart, I know you’re scared, but we gotta take care of those chompers, hm? How else is my baby doll gonna shave such an adorable smile?” At this point hes watching you from the doorframe of his bedroom, his hands are in his hips, eyebrows raised at you, wondering how you’ll respond.

“I smile without my teeth” you mumble back putting your lips over your teeth as you stare at your feet while kicking them as they hang off his bed. Eddie holds back a laugh and walks up to you, crouching down to help you tie your shoes.

You start to whine and pull away, he tightens his grip on your leg.

“Baby. enough now, I know you don’t wanna go and believe me, I wish I didn’t have to take you, but this is to keep you healthy! It’s important to have healthy teeth.” He says while finishing tying your shoes.

He looks up to see you blinking back tears and sniffling slightly.

“I jus’ scared, Teds, I no wanna go alone!” at this point, you’re fully regressed.

His eyes soften at you and he reaches up to wipe a tear with his thumb, you lean into his touch.

He hums with empathy, watching you for a little bit longer before he gets an idea.

“I’ll tell you what sweetness, if you can be a big girl and go in to the dentist and let them do what you need, I’ll get you a surprise when you get out!”

Your eyes light up. “Really?” You ask.

He nods his head frantically “Yep! A special surprise for my special baby, for being so big and brave” he then starts to poke your tummy and tickle you, getting some giggles out before standing up to take your hand.

“Ready to go?” He asks softly. You hesitate before taking his hand. “I guess…”

He beams at you. “Good girl.” and you feel the blush hit your cheeks as you step up into the van and head to the dentist.

as you drive towards the office, your head continues to get fuzzier and fuzzier because the more you think about how scared you are the smaller you feel. You’re trying to hard to be big, but it feels impossible.

Eddie could tell you were in your head by the way you leaned up against the window blankly staring out if it. He reaches over and squeezes your knee. You jump up and gasp, punching him and he laughs.

“Just making sure you’re still here with me honey” and you grunt.

You pull into a parking spot and Eddie helps you out of the van, you feel tense and like shaking from fear. Thankfully, Eddie walks in with you and helps you check in, and helps you do your paperwork! And what you didn’t know is he secretly grabbed you some fidget toys so you can have them while the dentist works on your teeth.

You’re sitting and playing with Eddie’s rings before the nurse comes out calling your name. You flash Eddie a fearful and slightly tearful look, and he smiles lovingly at you, nodding to let you know you’ll be okay.

You gulp and walk in, dreading what’s to come.

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Well… needless to say… your mouth felt like it had an entire monster truck in it. It throbbed but at the same time it was numb. and the medicine they gave you made your head feel all loopy.

A nurse walks you out and you see your Teddy standing by the door waiting for you. You rush over… (more like… toddle over) and into his arms and you start to cry. Before you start to fully bawl, Eddie ushers you out to the van and you cling to him as he tries to lift you into the van.

“Oh my poor little thing. Not feeling so hot after all that huh?” He’s rubbing your back and you shake your head into his chest.

“I can’ feel my mouf Eddie” you say, muffled by his chest but also slurring your words.

“Well we are going straight home okay? I’m gonna take good care of you” and with that he got you buckled in and into the van swiftly before pulling out.

As you drive home, you’re preoccupied with poking your entire face to see if you can feel anything. You look in the passenger side mirror and see how puffy your cheeks look, and start poking around more and making faces.

“What are you doing goofy girl?” Eddie says laughing.

You start to cry instead of laugh. “My face broken!” And you weep.

Eddie reached over for your hand and squeezes it “no baby, it’s not broken, it’s just the medicine it’s gonna be okay, I promise. Listen, remember the promise I gave you?” He glances at you as you nod.

“S-suprise?” You ask

“Mhm. You were SO big and brave today that you get the specialist surprise ever!” And with that, you pull into the drive way of his trailer.

He carries you in, and lays you down on the couch, wrapping you up in a fuzzy blanket before rushing back out to the van real quick. You whine as he turns to leave.

“I’ll be right back honey don’t worry” you hear as the screen door slams. You tried to lift your head up to see where he went but your head was just too heavy, so you let it plop back down and you closed your eyes for a split second.

When you opened them again, Eddie was standing in front of you grinning from ear to ear while holding an entire arm full of your favorite things.

He got you a new stuffie, your favorite soup, favorite ice cream and juice, and a whole stack of fun movies and video games!

You smile meekly at him and do grabby hands. “Tank you! Tank you!”

“Anything for my baby” he says while kissing the top of your head.

“Okay baby, you pick out what movie you wanna watch and I’m gonna make you some soup okay? You gotta eat so you can take more medicine soon”

you nod and pick out a movie from your stack of favorites he rented, he pops it in and then heads off to heat up food for you.

Once he’s done he comes back to the couch, and cradles you and helps you eat, since your mouth is so numb still it’s almost impossible for you to eat by yourself.

Eddie’s soft eyes intently watching as he carefully feeds you brought such a big smile to your face, though it probably didn’t look like it since… your face didn’t work. But your eyes shined so brightly, Eddie knew.

He adored taking care of you as much, if not more than you enjoyed him doing it.

You spend the rest of the night being cuddled next to Eddie, and him kissing your puffy face better, and being sung to, so you could eventually fall asleep, distracting you from any and all pain or discomfort. And the whole routine kept going until you finally felt better.

and maybe… maybeeee you pretended to not feel good a little bit longer than you actually did… but who’s ever to know? All you knew is Eddie didn’t mind one bit.

[eddiessidegirl]

Small Moment

Summary: Reflecting on your relationship and cuddles with Eddie

Pairing: Caregiver!Eddie x little!reader

Warnings: Standard 18+ for my blog. This is a fluff piece, very self-indulgent. Mentions of CGl dynamic, use of pet names and feelings of insecurity. Let me know if I missed anything!

Word Count: 775

A/N: I’m sorry it’s short but I like how it turned out, and it’s where my headspace is right now. Please enjoy!

MetalheadMunson is typing…

You wondered what the two of you were going to talk about tonight, your subjects always varied. From music to movies and books and everything else in between. Eddie has messaged you first, noticed you 6 months ago in a subreddit for Hawkins; lamenting about the lack of anywhere good to eat and listen to real music. The two of you clicked instantly, and you’d become fast friends. It didn’t take long before you met in person, the local diner to be exact. From then on you talked day and night, in person and online. You learned he liked anything 80s metal and 90s grunge, Eddie tolerated your Taylor Swift and 80s synth preference, but secretly you think he enjoys it. Both of you love horror movies, many nights spent watching slashers and gory films cuddled up on the couch.

The only thing that had taken awhile for you to tell him is about how you coped with your trauma from childhood by regressing and doing childlike things like coloring, playing with stuffies and sleeping in your cute dinosaur PJs. Eddie came across your mountain of stuffies and the crayons one day after 4 months and asked about it. You’d been scared to tell him, worried he’d think less of you. But he didn’t. In fact he scooped you up and plopped down on your bed demanding you tell him everything. And you did, for 2 hours, he asked genuine questions and said he’d be willing to try, which he did ever so wonderfully.

Your screen dinged, taking you out of your thoughts.

‘Princess?’ This followed a few other messages from Eddie, tell you about a date he had planned and some more concerned ones when you hadn’t replied. ‘Earth to my little one’

You smiled, ‘m’here, sorry Daddy, got distracted…’

‘Need me to come over?’

‘Yes please’

Not 20 minutes later you could hear his van coming down your street. You’d changed into comfy clothes and met him at the door. Opening it before he could knock. His face beaming when he saw you. Large hands cupped your cheeks and placed small kisses on your forehead, nose tip followed by your lips. “Let’s go to the couch, munchkin, you can tell me what’s got my girl all preoccupied.”

Following behind him, you waited for his body to be on the cushion before making your way onto your ‘throne’ aka his lap and nestled in. His face nudged your neck, inclination for you to talk.

“I dunno. Just got in my head a little, thinking about us and how you put up with me and my…little-side” you’d always struggled with your self worth and why a guy like Eddie would wanna be with you. Women in town would kill to be with him. Especially since he was a few years older than your 25, 5 years to be exact, eddie being 30 meant women were throwing themselves at him trying to get the local bassist to settle down. But for some reason he picked you.

“Oh, sweetheart, baby…” he crooned softly, pressing kisses to your cheeks, soothing you by rubbing your forearm, “no, it’s ok I don’t ‘put up with you’. I’m with you because I love you and I wanna take care of you.” He rocked you side to side quietly shushing you, butterflies erupted in your tummy. “As for you being little, it’s what make you, you. You’re special and wonderful and it’s something I cherish about you. You trust me to take care of you.” His long hair tickled your cheeks as he nuzzled your face. “I couldn’t be happier to be your Daddy.”

One more kiss was pressed to your temple, your worries soothed for now. Warmth flooded through you, he always knew exactly what to say when you needed it. Now you had just one thing on your mind, “Daddy, can we watch Onward?”

“Of course, Princess, whatever you want.” With a light squeal and giggle, you settled into his chest, never even making it more than 30 minutes into the movie before you were sleeping in your protectors arms. He on the other hand was engrossed and happy just to be with you

“Of course, Princess, whatever you want.” With a light squeal and giggle, you settled into his chest, never even making it more than 30 minutes into the movie before you were sleeping in your protectors arm. He on the other hand was engrossed and happy just to be with you.

“Of course, Princess, whatever you want.” With a light squeal and giggle, you settled into his chest, never even making it more than 30 minutes into the movie before you were sleeping in your protectors arm. He on the other hand was engrossed and happy just to be with you.

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[slasherbabi]

CG! Eddie x Agere! Reader x CG! Steve. (TW, SH)

I've gone through some stuff recently, so this is obviously a bit self-indulgent, obviously trigger warning for mentions of self harm. Fem pronouns and pet names used.

You stood in your boyfriend Steves bathroom, both him and Eddie still in bed, shakily trying to clean up the mess. After everything that happened recently, both of your boyfriends riddled with injuries and ptsd, the towns ground splitting apart, half of your things, half of your friends falling into the abyss. All of that on top of everything else. It was too much. You didn't want to burden your boyfriends by regressing either, so instead... this.

"Babe? You've been in there a while, like, a really long time actually y/n. You sure you're alright?" Steve called through the door, making you jump and sniffle a little.

"I'm fine! Don't worry!" Your voice shook a little, you sounded congested, it was obvious you had cried, and Steve could hear it.

"Angel, I'm coming in." His voice, he wasn't asking. He was telling you. The door opened and you looked up at him with guilty eyes. He stared at you in shock before calling out, "Hey uh... Eddie? Please come here." Thats when the tears started, Steve must have been mad.

"O-oh, no no please don't cry." He pulled you into his arms stroking your hair.

"N-no you're mad at me..." You hiccupped hiding in his chest, he squeezes you a little tighter.

"No, angel, I'm not mad. I would never be mad. Eddie! I'm sorry sweetheart, it's just, your daddy Steve here, I'm not so smart, I don't know how best to help you." Steve coos, he was so strong for you both, for the whole group actually.

"What's going on? Oh, y/n, oh my little pixie what happened?" Eddie always called you some sort of fantasy creature, his little pixie, his little elf, his dragon, or even little demon. He hurried over, Steve letting him take you instead.

"I'll be right back." He was clearly a little freaked out, making you curl against Eddie guiltily.

"Ignore him my little dragon, he just needs a minute, okay?" Eddie picked you up, sitting you on the edge of the tub, helping you clean up without a word. He didn't even have to ask, putting on cute Band-Aids with cartoons and cute colours and patterns. "So, do you want to talk about it?" He gently brushed hair from your face, his eyes gentle as always.

You eventually managed to find your voice, explaining what was stressing you out so much, and why you hadn't said anything.

"Oh, baby, I'm so sorry, but I want you to know you're never a burden to us, okay? We love taking care of you, and we'd much rather take care of our little girl, then see her hurting herself. Okay? So, hold onto dada so we can go get you dressed, okay?" You nod quietly and sniffle, wrapping your arms around his neck so he could pick you up, taking you back to Steves room, only to see your comfiest onesie, a diaper, your favourite of eddies hoodies, as well as a Halloween Paci clip and a choice of pacifiers and stuffies.

(This is what it would look like for me)

You sniffle and rub your eyes, your head leaning onto Eddies shoulder.

"What's this dada?" You ask quietly, he had a big grin.

"I don't know my little Goblin, daddy must have done this for you. Just because he can't handle the messier stuff like I can, he still takes care of you." Eddie talked some sense into you, his words combined with Steve actions made you smile and nod. Speaking of, just then he returned with your bottle filled with warm milk.

"Oh, um, I got you warm milk little princess." He comes over and kisses your forehead, "Now, let's get you dressed, okay?" You nod shyly, kissing Steves cheek, Eddie laying you on the bed so they could both fuss over you and put you in your adorable little outfit, grinning as you were snuggled into Eddies Hoodie, Steve loved that hoodie, but he loved it even more on you. Once you were all cosy, Steve put your favourite movie on, and the threw of you got under the covers, sandwiched between your daddies as they fuss over you, careful of where you cuddled them, Eddie had a lot of damage around his stomach and legs, and Steve to his throat and stomach, they were feeding you little snacks between your milk. "Getting sleepy y/n?" Steve asked, rubbing your cheek softly and looking into your eyes as he bottle-fed you. You shook your head and whine softly, making Eddie chuckle and kiss the back of your head.

"I think someone is lying, right daddy?" Eddie coos and smiles at Steve. "It's okay, you are safe baby, we got you." He pulls you closer against his chest before Steve puts in your paci, kissing your cheek.

"Goodnight little one."

[ellieisaflower]

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)

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[madelynraemunson]

CALL ME WHAT YOU WANT 𓆩♡𓆪

(Book #1 of the Hellfire Gentlemen's Club series)

𝐌𝐎𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐍 𝐀𝐔 18+ plz

strip club owner!eddie x fem!exotic dancer!hargrove!reader

Chapter 002: Wing Man

You start your first night of work. Eddie requests a private show. But not for him; for his friend — a rich and lonely bachelor who can’t seem to get over his ex.

* = somewhat smut

** = smut

↳ chapters: 001, 002*, 003** , 004**, 005 , 006 , 007* , 008**, 009, 010, 011, 012* , 013**, 014**, 015, 016**, 017, 018, 019, 020

word count: 7.2k words

NSFW — lap dance, steve creaming his pants, abusive relationships, talks of trauma, steve and reader trauma dumping lol

pairing: lonely bachelor!steve x fem!exoticdancer!hargrove! reader (and lowkey eddie)

author’s note: yes we get with steve before we get with eddie, but we will get there okay??? 🫣🫣🫦 also don’t tell me you guys wouldn’t homie hop in hawkins because these men are SO FINE

tags: @changemunson , @the-fairy-anon , @ali-r3n

“Let me see you dance I love to watch you dance. Take you down another level, and get you dancing with the Devil” -Wicked Games by The Weeknd

♡

A sultry black set.

A hot pink set with bows. Caribbean blue. Army green for the military men. Some cuffs. Personal wet wipes. Sanitizer. And lastly, a stethoscope to play the part.

“I can’t believe you accepted a caregiving job,” Max scoffs as you both make your way out of Scrubs 4 Less. “Do you even have healthcare experience?”

Your stepsister loved to mask her prying with carefully crafted screening questions. Even if they sounded pessimistic.

“Sure I do,” you shrug. “Remember that summer I cared for Great-Aunt Dotty when she had Parkinson’s? Figured maybe it’d be similar.”

“I guess.”

You take it upon yourself to remind Max that you are certified in CPR. And with that cert, you saved numerous people from drowning as a lifeguard. Of course that was for one year during high school, but it was experience nonetheless.

"Well, what about the heavy lifting?"

"Easy. All in the legs." you pat your thighs. Despite being calm on the outside, you are getting nervous now. About everything.

"Takes a lot of core strength too. And upper body."

It's like she knows what you actually will be going to be doing. However, there are parallels between both professions, and you made sure you made a choice like that so you wouldn't have to lie as much about the physicality of things.

"You seemed to have gotten the job pretty fast,” Max notes.

"Nursing homes are really short staffed. Especially with the pandemic and everyone leaving from all the burnout, they’ll take anybody who qualifies."

"Did they even determine if you do?"

"Are you questioning my ability to take care of people?”

You know you’re being manipulative. You can spot a manipulator from a mile away. But this little white lie is for you and Max’s own good. Even if it means selling her a fake story. Even if it means lying. Living a double life.

“An abusive home life and all-timers isn’t comparable.”

“Have you considered that some people with Alzheimer’s are combative as well?”

“And you had to accept the graveyard shift?” she pries further, ignoring all your valid points.

“It pays more,” you answer sharply, readily. “Two dollar shift differential.”

“Oh my god, we’re practically millionaires.”

The sudden change in Max's behavior is really catching you off guard. She was optimistic on her birthday. A little withdrawn when the weekend was approaching. Now the pain is evident it is almost unbearable. Sure, Billy isn't a problem anymore, but with all of his chaos, Max has found solace in using her hobbies as coping mechanisms. Her body needs that adrenaline, and now you have cut off access to all of it.

Max can't go surf. She can't run around freely just yet because she doesn't know good routes and trails. She doesn't have friends in the area besides you, Robin, and Vicky. She misses Donovan.

Max is hurt. You know she is, but you don't blame her. Still, you’ve had it.

“Hey.” you snap.

Max halts. She knows she went too far.

“I know it's sucky... the situation we're in right now," you sigh. "But I'm doing this for us, remember? It’s temporary. We just need a soft place to land, and this is paving the way towards that.”

At least that’s something you didn’t have to lie about: It’s a sacrifice you were making for her.

———————𓆩♡𓆪—————-

Orientation day comes in a blink of an eye.

Eddie is giving you a tour of Hellfire while discussing how his particular ‘system’ works. You’ve got to give him credit. His system makes sense.

“I don’t ask my girls to pay to dance here,” he explains. “I just think that’s bogus. Also, it’s Hawkins. Not that many competitors, so if I let you dance here, you’re automatically staff.”

You two walk down the hall. Eddie shows you where you would clock in and out, promising you your punch-in code by the end of the week. You learn that everyone gets paid out every Friday, because in Eddie’s words, “fuck that biweekly shit”. Tips go home with you every night, but you are expected to help tip out staff members patrons don’t really see or interact with. Therefore: Jonathan’s girlfriend Nancy whose House Mom, Henry, and Argyle. The boys make their money from bussing and serving. Jonathan earns tips from POTIONS.

“I figured as much.”

You graze your hand along the kukris on the wall as Eddie talks. He stops to take note of it and gives you a boastful smile.

“You like ‘em?”

“Yeah, they’re pretty cool.”

“That’s the perk of owning your own business,” Eddie says exuding a lazy stretch to graze the kukris himself. “You choose where the money goes, when it goes, how it goes.”

He ponders for a while longer.

“Most of the time at least.”

Clearly a majority of the money also went to the chicken wings.

Eddie leads you to back of the house where he then proudly showcases his wing menu to you. There’s the Hawkins Hot Chick for Nashville inspired hot chicken. Chicken Strippers for the picky eaters. And the ‘Hot As Cluck’ buffalo wings with spice scales named after Metallica songs: Fuel (mild), Fight Fire with Fire (medium), Creeping Death (hot), and The Unforgiven (Extremely hot). All are served with one’s choice of carrots and celery or crinkle cut fries on the side.

“Crinkle cut fries are the best kind of fries,” Eddie states. “Ain’t that right, chef?”

“Ay ay!”

One chef. For the entire back of the house. Though that seems like the textbook definition of a staff shortage, the friendly Latino man with long, black hair that he concealed with a hairnet and baseball cap most likely had it covered. He flashes you a kind grin with kind, hooded eyes to match, quite possibly revealing to you that he’s likely stoned out of his mind. But if it helps him through the shift…

“Argyle’s the man,” Eddie explains. “Pitched the chicken wing idea to me when we were both blasted.”

Suspicions confirmed.

“Is it just Argyle?” you inquire waving hello to him.

“Sometimes Eds helps out back here too,” Argyle answers for him. “Like when we’re really fucking shlammed, he’ll come back here and help cook.”

Argyle turns to you. You smile at him.

“But most of the time I got it,” he says. “That man’s got enough on his plate.”

“Yeah, Argyle’s a beast,” Eddie confirms. “Don’t know what I’d do without him.”

While Eddie tidies up back of the house, you and Argyle converse with one another. He’s 28, produces music on the side, and learned how to cook from his mom at the age of three. California native as well. By observing the mini station he has set up, you notice that Argyle keeps a stash of Yerba Mate with him at all times, and some bud in his mini gym bag. You also learn that he and Eddie often take breaks together, hot boxing one another’s vans as if it were some sort of competition. But, as Argyle had mentioned, with how much Eddie currently has on his plate, those joint breaks (no pun intended) have been pushed to the backburner.

“It’s so nice to meet you, Hargrove,” Argyle concludes. “Excited to have you on our team.”

“Likewise!” you shake his hand with a smile. “Looking forward to bugging you for chicken wings.”

“You bug me all you want, mamas,” he insists. “I’ll make you allll the chicken wings in the world.”

“You a flats girl or a drumstick girl?” Eddie questions.

“Flats,” you respond instantly.

You receive a distraught gasp from the cook while Eddie cackles.

“Atta girl,” Eddie smirks patting your back. “I knew I liked you.”

“BLAS.PHE.MY!” Argyle screams. “Drumsticks are where it’s at bro.”

The three of you argue back and forth about chicken for the next couple of minutes, Eddie sticking beside you through and through. Though play-fighting with your new coworkers seems meniscal in the grand scheme of things, you reveled in it. It’s the first time in a while you felt a sense of community outside your sister. You wanted to savor it, especially since you know that this is temporary.

“You’re a red flag, Hargrove,” Argyle jokes, clutching his chest. “You were perfect in my eyes until you said you were a flats girl.”

“Well it’s a good thing she’s mine and not yours,” Eddie jeers.

Your heart flutters. Eddie and chicken wings. You’ve GOT to be in heaven.

“Alright, word,” Argyle calls after Eddie as he pulls you away from the kitchen. “Word. I’m still gonna spoil her with food like she’s mine though.”

“He’s such a flirt,” Eddie says to you once you’re both out of earshot. “Endearing and endangering at the same time.”

“All in good nature right?”

“‘Course!” he exclaims. “We’re all about respecting women at Hellfire. Everything’s lighthearted banter.”

And you’ll revel in that too. Especially since ‘respect’ and ‘lighthearted banter’ weren’t things you were able to experience at home.

“Also!” Eddie adds. “Respectfully… Wear something simple but classy on Friday.”

“Ooh,” you chime. “Simple and classy?”

“Yeah, I’m talking neutral tones. Red lipstick also preferred but you can do whatever you want. I’ve got something I need you to do for me on your very first day.”

I’ll do anything for you, Eddie. Your intrusive thoughts are starting to take over.

———————𓆩♡𓆪—————-

It’s Friday night now and everyone is in their respective stations preparing for the rush. Argyle is prepping the fryer while Chrissy flirts with him for nachos. She waves at you with her fingers and gestures that you can have some too. You smile and mouth a, “thank you” to her.

You really like Chrissy. Of all the dancers you’ve seen so far, she is the most memorable. She is charming and sweet, soft but firm with her boundaries. She has regulars lining up for her daily, all with different types of quirks and interests. But Chrissy somehow fits all of their molds, just by how fast she can switch from doe to siren depending on her audience. You want to be just like her.

You and Eddie stop by the kitchen before heading off to finish orientation. There are chicken wings — flats only, of course — on the line waiting for you with a note scribbled on the back of an old ticket order.

“Shy Girl&lt;3”

“Eat up, mamas,” Argyle encourages you. “Gonna need the energy for tonight.”

“Yeah!” Chrissy cheers. “It’s Fridaaay!”

You thank them before heading out with Eddie once again. Eddie steals a flat from you and flashes a thumbs up to the cook before you two leave.

“Mm,” he approves. “Fight Fire with Fire Buffalo.”

You are just about done with wrapping up orientation training and ready to start the first night on your own. That is until Mike Wheeler, Nancy’s younger brother and bus boy, comes along and interrupts Eddie’s train of thought. You walk with Eddie in silence, munching on your food while Mike relentlessly hounds him about bringing his girlfriend into the club. She is 18 but Eddie is refusing.

“But but-” Mike stammers. “The club is already eighteen plu-”

“But nothing,” Eddie interrupts. “This is Hellfire Club. Not babysitting club.”

“Well I’m 19 and you let me work here. Why does it matter if she’s 18?”

“Because you’re a dude, Wheeler,” Eddie hisses in return. “It’s different for the ladies.”

Not willing to risk any liabilities, he leaves Mike with just that. You follow Eddie, fiddling nervously with your hands as you watch him tsk and shake his head in disapproval.

“I can’t have teenage girls in here,” Eddie mutters. “That’s just blatantly obvious right? Or have I lost it?”

“No, right. Totally!” you agree.

Eddie has another rule. No strippers under the age of 20. Anyone under, including ages of 18 and 19 are children to him. He admits that he gets squeamish when guys bring their younger looking girlfriends into the club. You assume it pertained to his colleague’s girlfriends too.

You walk past the bar with Eddie, waving hi to Jonathan as you did so. Dustin is at the bar as well but is too busy to say hello. You manage to glance over and watch him fix his hair, trying to look his absolute best while FaceTiming his Mormon e-girl from Utah, Suzie. After eavesdropping for the past couple of days, you pick up that she insists on video chatting with Dustin every time he is at Hellfire to ensure his fidelity. Suzie wanted to be his “only wifey” to which ‘Dusty Bun’ assures her that she is.

“Uh oh,” comes a voice ever so soft it sounds eerie when it echoes through the club. “Someone’s in a bad mood today.”

Slithering into your periphery is the same tall, lean guy that you ran into earlier last week. Today he's sporting a white tank top that revealed a couple small tattoos scattered around his body, black pants that were tight enough to be yours, a loose wallet chain belt, and chunky work docs. His gorgeous blonde hair looks attainably messy by what you suspect is mousse. He smells of beer and cigarettes tonight, his tired eyes a precursor to his lust-filled gaze. A poster boy for all the men you wouldn’t want to bring home to your parents is none other than,

“Henry Creel,” Eddie says. “Mike’s just picking a bone with me. Have you met Hargrove? She’s our newest dancer.”

It’s seemingly Henry’s first day back. From the first day of orientation to now, you’ve only had run-ins with Jim, the older gentleman who is also a bouncer. Jim spent years with the Hawkins PD, but after a scandal that only Eddie and his peers seem to know about, Jim found a home protecting young women at the Hellfire Gentlemen’s Club. The only place that gave him a chance.

You like Jim. You like everyone here. You are also ecstatic to see Henry again, this time as a dancer. You can see the excitement blooming in his eyes, with a steady increase in his pupil size by the second.

“Well, well,” Henry smirks. “Look who decided to join us.”

You two shake hands again.

“Henry’s my other bouncer,” Eddie explains, but you already knew that. “He’s my right hand man. He’s tiny but mighty. Could snap bones in an instant.”

You peer over at Henry with shocked eyes, to which Henry acknowledges with a dramatic bow.

“You’ll see it,” Eddie hovers a hand over your back. “I sure hope not anytime soon, but there’s always that one douchebag.”

“And they always underestimate me too,” Henry says. “I get a nice kick out of it. It’s a win-win.”

Henry is certainly not beefy, but judging by his muscle tone and sharp upright demeanor, he can put up a fight. Dude seems like he does a lot of the dirty work for Eddie. He can get away with it too.

After bidding ‘see you later’ to Henry, you continue walking with Eddie.

“So,” he starts. “Did you put together a cute simple outfit for tonight?”

“Mhm,” you nod.

“Good,” Eddie says. “I can tell it’s gonna look amazing. I dig the red lipstick and the choker.”

Eddie wanted classy so you gave him classy. Underneath the cloak, you are sporting a lacy black set with a matching black choker and classic red lipstick. Your hair is straightened tonight since beach waves are your signature.

“You want a sneak peak?” you smirk.

Eddie quirks up. “Oh man, do I? Let me at it.”

You take off your cloak to reveal what you have underneath.

Eddie stops in his tracks, taking in the sight in front of him. His gaze is both soft, yet lout. Delicate in the brows, yet carnivorous in the eyes. Slowly, his jaw lowers, uttering a silent gasp as he fully processes the sight of the vixen — you — in front of him.

“Jeez…” he strains. “You look…”

You blush. Electricity whirls through you as Eddie continues to relish in your beauty.

“Showstopping,” Eddie finishes.

He reaches his arms out and you take them, letting yourself fall into his chest as he pulls you to him. During the embrace, he sets his lips beside your cheek, brushing against them delicately as he gives you a verbal kiss.

“Mwah!” he exclaims, leaving you longing for a stronger peck. You feel like you’re on a cloud when he spins you to get a full 360 of your look. “I was expecting like a light color, or pastel…but black — black is your color.”

“Yeah?” you reply. “It’s not too edgy? Choker and all?”

“A lil rough around the edges won’t hurt,” the club owner approves. “He’s gonna love it.”

You follow closely behind. “He?”

Your first client. You had a feeling that’s what Eddie had planned for you today, but reality didn’t sit in until right now.

"Ever given a lap dance before?" Eddie inquires.

"Yeah, but not in this setting."

He seems amused with your answer. Eddie smirks as he gives you a nudge. "Perfect."

You two are walking down the corridor now, down to an isolated room at the end masked by a beaded curtain. You’re unsure if the goosebumps that form on your skin is because of the slight chilliness of the club or because you were walking into a seductive hideout with the boss you had the hots for.

You two stop just a yard short of the curtain. Eddie turns to face you.

"I've got a buddy named Steve. Not short for anything, his parents just... loved the 80s." he chuckles. “You’re giving him a private show tonight. One hour.”

Eddie’s buddy. The pressure is on. The name rings a bell, you believe Dustin was talking about him the first day you set foot in Hellfire.

“Oh,” you say. “I think I heard your friend Dustin talking about him last week.”

As if it were some inside joke, Eddie sighs and rolls his eyes.

“Oh, yeah,” Eddie mutters. “Don’t even get me started on those two.”

Eddie motions you forward, extending his arm to signal an “after you” gesture as you proceed into the private show room. The beads of the curtain carelessly clash into one another as Eddie saunters in.

"Anyway, Steve has been going through it lately. His lady left him for another dude, he lost his job because the city wanted another basic coffee shop instead of a place to rent cheesy B movies…and the last time he worked in the food industry he had to wear a sailor’s uniform, so he’s since opted out.”

You wander around what was going to be your office for the next hour as Eddie aimlessly takes his own path and furthers his lay-down.

“His folks want nothing to do with him because he doesn't wanna be nepotized by them. When he’s not working, he’s babysitting — you guessed it — Dustin and the rest of the boys when they’re not here or playing D&D with me. Oh yeah, and on the topic of girlfriend, he hasn't gotten laid in a fat minute.”

Eddie pauses.

"It's kinda depressing,” he says. “Now that I say it all out loud.”

He makes a sharp turn and walks toward the boombox he kept in the corner of the room.

"That is depressing," you mumble nonchalantly, as if you yourself had not been laid in a fat minute… contrary to your obnoxious brother’s popular belief.

“How do you sleep at night knowing you’re a fucking slut?” Billy’s voice haunts you.

You’ve only had one real boyfriend and Billy knew that. And that boyfriend, shortly after he left you for the girl he told you not to worry about, admitted that you were simply a placeholder for him. They’re happily married now and it tortures you knowing that being the first choice was never in the cards. Billy knew that too and used that backstory to fuel your insecurities. Billy knew you hated feeling used, yet brought it up every chance he got. Making his victims feel small, that was the source of his power. You shudder it off.

You watch as Eddie plays around with the boombox, ensuring that the aux chord was working along with all its other components.

"Tell you what," Eddie begins to barter. "You give him a good show, you can keep a hundred percent of your tips tonight. Consider it a sign on bonus."

“Wow, Eddie really?” you exclaim. “That…helps me out a lot. Thanks so much.

“Of course, doll,” Eddie grins. “Happy to help.”

Eddie finishes up tidying the room before walking back over to you.

“I can’t get over how amazing you look,” he adds one last time. “You’re gonna knock his socks off.”

“Thank you, Eddie,” you thank him one last time.

“You’re welcome, sweetheart.”

He lingers for a while longer before going outside to look for Steve. Meanwhile, heart’s-a-fluttering you try to acquaint yourself with the place, choosing a seductive song of your liking before getting prepped.

Wicked Games by The Weeknd.

More ruckus sounds from outside of the show room. You assume your client has arrived.

“That’s the boy,” Eddie confirms. “BRB-right back.”

You excuse your boss as he makes his way over to his friend. While you wait, your mind begins to race. Does your outfit look okay? Does your breath smell? Do you smell? Despite all the wardrobe and wellness checks you’ve done, your mind is insistent that something else was off. To calm your nerves, you decide to take a quick gulp of Bombay Sapphire, a gin Eddie had provided for the room, before Steve walks in.

Liquid courage. May help with the performance too.

“There he is,” Eddie cheers as the two men greet each other outside. “What took you so long?”

“There was uh, traffic,” a softer voice responds.

“I call bull.”

The two talk a bit more, voices too quiet for you to make out what they’re saying. That, or the sound of your heart pounding against your chest drowned out their conversation. Steve sounds friendly. Timid, but friendly nonetheless.

You listen in on Eddie’s spiel about you. He called you stunning, explained that you just moved from California, and that you are exactly Steve’s type. Whatever that could possibly mean. You then hear Eddie go over the rules. No touching you without consent. No verbal or physical harassment. No sexual intercourse. And to tip generously.

“She sounds lovely. Thanks for the run down, Eds.”

“‘Course. She’s all yours, Big Boy.”

The beaded curtains clash once more.

In walks a man around Eddie’s age, late 20s, early 30s with sleek mahogany hair and slight puffy eyes. He’s sporting a gray North Face sleeveless jacket with a plain black shirt underneath and denim blue Levi’s. He’s a lot more preppy than you thought he would be. Steve’s reaction to you was similar to that of Eddie, despite how different they seem from each other.

“Hi,” he greets you.

“Hi,” you smile. “You’re Steve?”

He nods shyly. “You’re who they call Shy Girl?”

“That’s meee.”

It doesn’t take a body language analyst to see that Steve is guarded. It takes another fragile, sullen demeanor to know one.

“Are you one of Eddie’s shy friends?”

The comment earns a laugh from Steve. “You think I’m shy?”

“Just a little.”

He attempts to mask a gulp. “I’ve just never gotten a lap dance before.”

“You think I’m supposed to believe that?”

You stalk towards him and rest a hand on his chest when proximity and Steve himself grants you permission. You sink your palm in deeper when you pick up he’s receptive to it.

Oh yeah, that’s all gin.

“With your handsome self?”

Steve’s blushing now. “Yeah…strip clubs are kinda not my thing. They’re starting to be though, cuz I always come and support Eddie.”

“What a nice boyfriend,” you joke.

“Eddie and I do have a budding bromance,” he admits with a laugh.

“Boy I’d love to be in the middle of that,” you tease him honestly.

Steve is left stunned and speechless while you grab his hand and lead him to the futon in the middle of the room. He attempts to relax, exhaling the tension out of his shoulders and manspreading as he watches you encompass him. You walked in a slow circle around Steve as the music starts and he peers up at you with curious eyes. Alas, you stop in front of him, cupping his face softly in your hands and synchronizing your hip movements to the rhythm of the song.

Relate to your customers. Talk to them. Build a connection with them, you think to yourself.

“So how’s your day been?”

Steve cracks a faint smile. "Good, how's yours?"

"Good," you chime as you slowly lower yourself onto his lap.

Steve sharply inhales, sucking the tension he had just released right back into his body. You shake your head in disapproval and stroke his face calmly.

“No, no,” you coo. “Just sit back, relax. You’re safe with me.”

“I’m safe with you, huh?” he responds in an is-that-so kind of fashion. “You seem like pure danger to me.”

“Oh, please,” you snarkily disregard his comment. “I’m an angel.”

“In a place called Hellfire?” he challenges you. “I find that hard to believe.”

Steve wants to touch you. So bad. But he refrains. You feel it in his levitating palms, resting just inches away from the small of your back. You start to lightly ride his thigh, hoping to catch his palm in passing as you move your hips about. Instead you’re met with something hard at the base of his pants, an outline and protrusion that wasn’t there before.

Steve looks down and acknowledges it with a shrug.

"Sorry," he chuckles. "It has a mind of its own."

You laugh faintly in return. "It's okay. I'd say it's responding appropriately."

"Yeah?"

"Given the circumstances," you say as you grind slower, deeper. "Yeah."

"Well, that's a relief."

Steve is cute. And a polite man who values your consent was sure to receive it. You two lock gazes before one of you dared to speak again. It all feels like a blind date, and you’re two giddy young adults.

"You..." you start. “You can touch me if you’d like.”

"Really?" Steve asks. "Usually dancers don't let you do that."

"It depends who you ask," you smile. "Consent is subjective...and you have mine. C'mon."

He obliges and starts to graze your ass softly with his hands. You run his hands through his hair, then along his neck without lifting them. A muffled moan is slowly released from his mouth.

"Shit," he sputters. "Feels really good."

He tosses his head back.

"You make me feel so good."

"Aww," you grin. "Me?"

"Yeah you," his voice is deeper now. Huskier. "All because of you."

His hand moves upwards towards your bra and he begins to fiddle with the straps, and then the clasps. You continue your steady grinding, rolling your hips to the beat of the music, tossing your head back for the full effect while Steve holds back the urge to cup your perfect breasts in his kneady hands.

A whimper escapes Steve’s mouth when you find the sweet place to roll, resting a palm over his abdomen for leverage.

“Needy, are we?” you tease him. “Needy for me, Stevie?”

“So fucking needy,” he breathes, a nervous gulp swallowing another sneaky groan. “You’re gonna be the death of me, woman.”

I’ve got my heart right here, I’ve got my scars right here.

Suddenly, you cease the grinding, going from cowgirl to reverse. Grabbing a hold of both his knees with the back of both your hands, you sink down to the floor, knees bent, slightly out turned. Your hands move from his knees to encompass his elbows, accommodating the playful headlock he abruptly decided to have you in, watching you squat down beneath him.

“Mmm,” he hums. “You’re so fucking pretty, baby.”

His arms creep from the sides of your face to the front of your face. You crane your head upwards, peering up at him and refrain from shivering when he brings an arm across your neck. His other hand rests on your face, stroking it tenderly.

“Get up here and, ride my thighs again, please.” he pleads. “It was feeling so good.”

“Okay,” you oblige before standing back up.

“Before you do though, let me get a good look at your ass.”

You stand there for him, bending down ever so slightly so he could run his hands across your back. He grabs a fist full of your hair gently with one hand and strokes your ass cheek with the other.

"Wow," Steve hums as he runs his fingers along the birth mark on your lower back. "I like this birthmark."

"Yeah?" you say. "Some people have said it looks like a tramp stamp."

"It's cute," Steve insists, pulling you onto his lap. “It kinda looks like a bat."

He points to where the wings would be and the fangs and you laugh. No one's admired your tramp stamp-esque birthmark the way Steve did.

"Thanks," you reply. "My brother has a matching one."

You pause.

"Sorry, that didn't sound all that sexy."

Steve tosses his head back and chuckles, hand resting firmly on your ass again. "You look sexy talking regardless, so I don’t mind.”

The chemistry between you and Steve feels so natural. You know if your nurturing heart felt like this with all clients you would be in big trouble. This profession isn’t for everyone and you realize that. But you decide to realize everything else later. Meanwhile, your focus right now is pleasing Steve.

You resume the thigh riding per his request, and chase your own subtle high as you did so. Steve whimpers and whines, seeming to long for you even more with every stroke of his hair, every brush against his cheek, every steady and calculated grind against his—

"Woah, are you okay?"

Suddenly you’re cut off by Steve abruptly pushing you off his lap. When you peer over at him, his face has gone completely red.

Did you do something wrong? Did you violate a boundary? Millions of thoughts race through your head. You can’t get fired on the first day of your new job…

"Y-yeah, I'm fine, I just..." Steve stammers, flushing a deeper red hue with every word. “I... uh, kinda came in my pants."

"Oh..." you begin.

"I am so sorry," Steve sighs. "Embarrassed is an understatement. I’m such a loser.”

You two start frantically talking over each other, one extremely apologetic, another sympathetic to the concerns. Again, it’s like you two are clumsy young adults on a blind date set up by your bold friends.

"It's been a while... so..." Steve stammers.

"Steve," you stop him.

"And..." he cuts out.

"It's okay," you reassure him. “It’s okay, Steve. If you need a break, we can stop.”

“Sounds good,” he agrees with a resigned sigh, the red colored flush migrating to his ears. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

You go to put your cloak back on again and strut towards the gin. Perhaps offering the man a drink would help loosen up his nerves.

"What should we do with the allotted time left?" Steve wonders eyes following you. He’s rubbing his knees anxiously with his palms. “Eddie has this room booked for an hour. He needs to think you're doing splits on my dick or something or else he won't be satisfied."

Laughter erupts from the deepest parts of your belly at Steve's comment. Steve can't help but laugh as well.

"Hm, we can wait a bit and I can give you another lap dance?” you suggest. “Or a strip tease?"

You weren't used to those words coming out of your mouth, so you attempted to make it sound as normal as possible. Wow, you really just gave a lap dance. And someone came from it.

"Do you think..." Steve inquires. "That we can just... talk?"

----

So you and Steve do exactly that. You talk about your families, and your aspirations, your deepest fears, and your core values. Steve Harrington isn’t the loser he thinks he is. He’s a really cool guy. But deeply misunderstood.

“So you and your brother have similar birthmarks?” Steve questions.

“Yeah,” you confirm. “Except his is on his belly. We literally took the term identical twins to a whole new level.”

He laughs.

“Your brother sounds cool.”

“He was.”

Steve gasps in astonishment.

“Oh, my god. I’m sorry. Is he…”

“He’s not dead. Just an asshole.”

The color returns to his face. He exhales steadily and shakes his head. You find his reaction funny, despite how twisted that made you sound.

“Dead to you though?”

“Pretty much,” you giggle. “Dead to me.”

You two do a cheers to that with your alcohol-filled glasses and take another painful sip. It burns.

“Tell me about yourself now,” you prompt him.

There’s a dramatic pause.

“Well,” Steve begins. “I’m an only child. So eyes have been on me for as long as I can remember. What’s Stevie up to? This is what we expect of him and this is what happens if he’s not what we make him out to be. It didn’t take til young adulthood to realize that I have been living in my parents’ shadow. I don’t even know what I like.”

Steve spurs on about how he has struggled with his identity, going back and forth between if what he was pursuing was a desire of his or his parents’.

“And for a while I thought I knew who Steve was. Until I lost myself again in a girl named Nancy.”

“Aw,” you pout.

“A girl,” Steve pauses waiting for you to catch on. “Named Nancy.”

Your eyes widen. “House Mom Nancy?!”

Steve nods as you slowly piece things together.

“So Jonathan’s girlfriend is your…”

“Ex girlfriend,” Steve confirms. “Small world, huh?”

You suppose it wasn’t good that Hawkins is so small. You’d hate for someone to recognize you when you’re taking a casual stroll outside.

Nonetheless, you push that concern to the side and continue your conversation with Steve.

“What happened?”

“Some petty high school shit,” he explains. “But it’s always been her. She made me a better me. The closest to Steve that I’ve ever felt.”

“Wow,” you say. “So you saw a future with her?”

“Marriage, kids, everything,” Steve confirms. “Then she decided I wasn’t what — who — she wanted.”

It’s silent for a while. Steve shakes his head bitterly and downs the rest of his drink. You slosh yours around waiting for him to speak again. Besides, if you did, you’d end up ugly crying about your ex. And no one wants their stripper trauma dumping on them when they’re supposed to be performing.

Thankfully, Steve is the first to speak again.

“Yeah, Nance. She looks… she looks happy,” he turns to you with dismal eyes. “I don’t ever wanna get in the way of that.”

“Do you ever see her here?”

He shakes his head. “Nah, she’s in the back being House Mom, making sure all the girls are taken care of and all that. And I’m sure she doesn’t come up front because she knows Eddie has been trying to play wingman.”

You chuckle. “With a stripper?”

“With anyone,” Steve chuckles. “God that sounds awful. I sound like a loser.”

“Would you stop saying that?” you snap. “You are not a loser, Steve.”

“I know I’m not a loser. Just feel like it sometimes. Especially when it dawns on you that you’ve been living life for other people.”

“I kinda know how you feel.”

You two lock eyes again. Steve rests a hand on top of yours, intertwining your fingers briefly before he begins playing with each of your fingers one by one.

"I guess…going back to the previous topic…” he proceeds. “If I could change anything about myself, I would've done more of what Steve wants to do. Not what Todd and Marsha want Steve to do. Or what Tommy H. and Carol want Steve to do. Because maybe then Nancy and I would’ve been endgame. Or maybe Allison. Possibly Tammy? Who knows? See? Everyone’s world but Steve’s.”

"Steve," you start. "I hope you realize that I have no idea who any of these people are. It’s kinda hard to keep up.”

"And that is such a relief to hear that," he sighs again, this time in exasperation. "I just feel so free talking about them to someone who doesn't know who they are. Hawkins is small, you know. And it’s good that the only bias you can form is in my favor since you only know of me."

You offer him a consoling pat atop the hand, to which he responds by leaning his head on your shoulder. With how tender everything has been with Steve, there’s a temptation to plant a delicate kiss on his forehead. But you stop yourself.

"I'd like to know you, know you, though,” you find yourself saying.

He gazes up at you. You two smile at each other.

“I’d like to know you more too, Shy Girl,” he answers. “If you’d let me.”

“Duh, it’s what I just said.”

He chuckles. “You’re not saying that for the tips?”

“No. Just human to human.”

You stroke his cheek longingly, running your hand along his stubble.

"It's also been a while since I've gotten laid too," you admit. "And I've got a lot of pent up stress I need to release. You seem like a trustworthy person to do that with.”

The energy changes. Steve’s grip on your hand tightens.

"Oh yeah?" He rubs your thumb with his and soon you find yourselves holding hands.

"Yeah.”

“Sounds like we have a deal then, Shy Girl.”

Before Steve gets any ideas, you interrupt him.

“I don't wanna have sex at work," you admit. "Especially not on the clock."

"Oh, yeah I didn’t think it’d be now. Some people do find that hot though.”

"It's my first day. I can’t disappoint Eddie this early in the game.”

"You're kidding."

You shake your head.

"Wow, I would've thought you've been doing this a while."

You blush. "Thank you. But nope, you’re my Guinea pig.”

Steve continues to gawk in amazement. Then he reaches for his wallet, grabbing a huge wad of Benjamin Franklins and handing it to you.

"Tell you what," Steve bargains. "You buy yourself something nice, get your bills paid, and come through in a couple days. The roomie won't be home so we'll have the place to ourselves. We can get takeout or something too. Whatever makes you comfortable, of course.”

You bite your lip. "I'd like that."

“Good. I’d like that too.”

———-

"So, how was it?" you hear Eddie ask Steve.

"Dude...I just about creamed my pants," he says as you hold back laughter. "You got yourself a good one."

"Nothing's ever too TMI for you, Harrington," Eddie says. "But thanks for the imagery."

"Yeah. I gotta get going now. I got laundry to put away at home. It's been piling so much I think it's going to tip over."

“Roger,” Eddie says before bidding him goodbye. “Oh, speaking of which, did you tip her good?”

“You bet I did. Woman like her needs to be spoiled rotten.”

————

You make your way back to the dressing room after saying bye to Steve and finishing the flats Argyle had specially made for you. At your locker, you subtly attempt to count the hundreds Steve gave you for his lap dance and talk session. The man left you 10 of them. A whole band.

You were stunned. What did King Steve do for a living anyways? It didn’t matter to you. You had enough for groceries, gas, and a portion of your rent, all earned in an hour’s work, and all yours to keep as Eddie insisted.

The realization makes your heart skip a beat. You and your sister were good for the next few weeks.

Knock, knock.

“Don’t freak out ladies, it’s just me!” Eddie shouts from the other side of the door. “Put your cloaks on I’m coming in!”

You watch as the girls scurry to get their covers back on. The amount of respect Eddie has for his dancers is insane. Perhaps it’s common decency but it was such a striking difference than what you were used to. It warmed your heart in a way, but also made you sad. You deserved this respect all your life.

When Eddie finds you, he starts towards you, a look of approval spread wide across his face. As deeply as you wanted it to be because he found you attractive, you infer that it’s because you’re bringing in good business — and that you’re good, given a small amount of experience with the pole.

You two are face to face now. Eddie speaks up first.

“Steve, uh,” he says. “Steve really likes you.”

“Oh really?” you smile. “I’m glad.”

“You’re just a natural, Shy Girl,” he compliments you. “Everyone’s just raving about you.”

“Yeah?”

“Based on what I’ve seen so far and what Stevie told me, yeah,” he confirms. “But I guess it’s no surprise. Shy girls are almost always the freakiest, huh?”

You try not to laugh while you’re witnessing the imagination of your boss running in the complete opposite direction of what really happened between you and Steve. Nevertheless, you let him. You didn’t mind taking up space in your dashing boss’s mind.

“You should come to work a little early next time you’re on,” Eddie says. “I’d like to take you to lunch.”

Heat spreads across your cheeks. “Really?”

“‘Course! I do it with all my dancers as a welcome thing. I’d like to know more about you. You’re more than just a pretty face and someone who simply works for me.”

‘I do it with all my dancers.’

Your heart sinks. Back to square one.

Eddie clears his throat.

“Anyway,” he says. “I’m gonna head out now. Gonna go see the lady friend. I’ve got Johnny boy, Argyle, and Henry holding down the fort.”

The tinge in your heart intensifies.

“Oh, sounds fun!”

“Yeah, I rarely see her cuz she bartends. Even though we work similar hours we work opposite days. But she got first cut tonight so I’m heading over.”

“Have fun, Eddie.”

“I sure will,” Eddie says. “Goodnight, Shy Girl.”

“Goodnight, Eddie.”

Eddie soon disappears out of sight and now your shift seems ten times longer. Regardless, you stuff your tips into your tote bag and prepare to meander around the club, enticing other bachelors for a dance.

Without Eddie around, it seems less exciting.

“Doing it for Max,” you remind yourself while fixing your hair in the mirror in front of you.

You reach for your phone to see the amount of time that has transpired since the private show with Steve. But the clock wasn’t your concern when your Home Screen lights up.

Your heart nearly sinks to the floor.

Billy Hargrove

1 Missed Call

Billy Hargrove

iMessage: 1 message

You open it.

What the actual fuck.

[luveline]

maybeee if you’re feeling like it, eddie and r disagree over some parenting decision for roan and r doesn’t really wanna overstep but it’s something she feels passionate about

thank you for your request my love! dad!eddie x (nearly) stepmom!reader — tw mentioned child abuse (NOT graphic imagery, not enacted, just mentioned)

You don't think Eddie's mad at you, which is good. He hadn't said anything he couldn't take back, things you'd worried he might; I'm her dad, (with an unspoken not you) is the most passionate thing he'd said. It hurt some, but it's irrefutable. He's her father, her primary caregiver, and he makes decisions when it comes down to it. 

He didn't say and you're not her mom, but it had felt implied. Just a bit. 

Loving her like your own, it's natural to want the best for her. Natural to have opinions on how she's taken care of and the things that she should do. Things got heated too quickly, that's all. Or, that's what you're hoping happened. 

Stacy K's mom said hey, would it be alright for Stacy to invite Roan to a slumber party? She wants one for her birthday, and she wants Roan there most of all. 

And you'd been surprised at Eddie's immediate agreement. Sure, Roan would love to come.

He picked Roan up and you parted ways with Stacy K and her mom, and you were quiet, unlike yourself, stomach churning because you knew you'd have to speak up, which you hardly ever do. Hey, Eddie?

He noticed your strange expression. What?

Is that a good idea? … Stacy's slumber party? 

Why wouldn't it be? 

It devolved from there. You tripped over your words, trying your hardest not to start a fight with Roan in the car, and Eddie took it the wrong way —or maybe he didn't, maybe he took it the right way, and you'd made a mistake. Your concerns had come across as doubtful of his ability to look after Roan. It makes sense that he took offence. 

You shouldn't, but you worry for a second that this will be the end, that Eddie can't abide by what you've said, and he's going to pack up and leave. You know he won't do anything of the sort, he's loyal and caring to a fault. He wouldn't hurt you so badly over one fight. He's making you nervous is all, sitting next to you quietly. It's not the cold shoulder, that’s never been his style. It's just… quiet. 

"Do you want something, sweet thing?" he asks as he gets up from the couch. "I'm gonna make Roan ants on a log." 

"It's been a really long time since you called me sweet thing," you say, sending him a tentative smile.

"You're sweet, you're my thing…" He licks his lips. "Not my best." 

You uncross your legs, reaching out for him before he can leave to the kitchen. "Listen, I'm– I'm sorry that I made you feel like you're doing something wrong. Sorry I overstepped." 

Eddie sits back down slowly. He swallows. "I'm sorry I shut you down. I guess I was offended." Eddie shuffles a little closer to you. "I mean, I was offended. But," —he speaks as though he's piecing his sentence together with the utmost of care— "you're Roan's mom." And he takes your hand. "You have been for a long time. I'm sorry I made it sound like you overstepped. You can't overstep. How can I be mad at you for one aspect of being a parent, when I'm happy for you to do the others? But I need you to understand that I've been doing all of the big stuff by myself the whole time, until we met I was doing everything by myself, and it annoyed me that you might think I didn't know best… 'n' that's not fair on you, 'cos I don't always know best." 

You aren't expecting it. His explanation or his easy apology. 

You look down at his hand over yours and breathe a sigh of relief. 

"I think…" You pause. When you speak, it's stilted. "Okay. I think it's a bad idea for her to go sleep over at Stacy's house when she doesn't have the words to tell us if something happens." 

Eddie's lips part. 

"That's what I wanted to say, before, not just that she's so young. And I actually do think you know best, Eds. You're a good dad. A fucking good dad."

You can see him thinking about what you've suggested. He rubs your knuckles. 

"She is a little young," he concedes. "She might not even want to stay the night when she realises what that means. But we could teach her if she does, she knows that people aren't allowed to touch her without her say so." 

"I know," you say. You're about to say more when Roan herself steps into the living room, walking at an unbothered pace. Her hair is dishevelled but besides that she's in clean jammies and clearly quite content.

"Hello," she says, a piece of paper in her hands. "I thought we were having ants on logs?" 

"Yeah, babe, I'm gonna make them right now. What have you been drawing?" 

She shows you the drawing. It's the three of you as most of her drawings are, with antennas and carapace bodies. It's gnarly. Eddie loves it the second he sees it, and he insists on putting it onto your already stacked fridge. 

She basks in the feeling of being loved and revered, and then basks again when Eddie gives her a plate full of ants on a log, chewing with a massive grin. 

"I really meant what I said," he murmurs to you, you and him hip hip by the kitchen sink. 

"Which part, handsome?" you ask. 

"She calls you mom. You’re her mom. You don't have to be sorry for having something to say to me.

You look him up and down without malice. He looks incredibly earnest, a little sheepish. His cheek is soft when you lift your hand to it, and he's eager to lean into your palm. "It wasn't about that," you say softly, hushed so Roan doesn't hear. "I promise it wasn't." 

"I know. I just hate that it's what I made you think." 

"So we're okay?" 

"We were always going to be okay, what did you think?" he asks, hand on your hip and pulling you stomach to stomach and chest to chest.

"Just worried."

He looks over your shoulder at Roan. You turn with him. She's kissing peanut butter off of the tips of her fingers with a delighted smile and air about her. 

"Talk about it more tonight?" he asks. 

His promises are always good. You talk about Roan's potential slumber party in bed that night after she's been tucked in, and you both say more sorries for your misunderstandings. It's weird to argue with him, but you're thankful it was about something that mattered, even if that something is scary to think of. 

"Thanks for thinking I'm a good dad," he says, cheek turned into the pillow, the tip of his index finger tracing lightly over your face in no one direction. 

"That's not something you have to say thanks for." You're in much better spirits now, speaking with confidence. 

"You're the one person who would know," he says. 

"That's not true. People only have to talk to Roan to know how good you are." 

He laughs a huff that kisses your skin like a warm breeze. "Did you really think we wouldn't be okay?" 

You laugh nervously. "I mean, no. It went through my head, but I didn't actually think it was the end, babe. I'm not that stupid." 

"You're not any amount of stupid, stupid." 

You laugh in his face. He puts his hand over your mouth with wide eyes but it's much too late. You stare at each other, mirrors of a fond defeat as footsteps sound down the hall. 

"What is so funny?" Roan asks, half-guilty 'cos she knows she should be in bed and half plain curious as she cracks open the bedroom door. 

Eddie sighs. It's not an unhappy sound. "Come and lie down with us and I'll tell you." 

She grins and rushes in. 

—

more eddie, roan and reader

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maybe if u are still taking requests, a cg!eddie or maybe robin x little readers first Christmas as a little babbbbbbbby

AHH YES OF COURSE!

Cg!Eddie Munson x Little!reader

Summary: Eddie makes sure that his first Christmas with his little one is as special as it can be.

Tags/Warnings: Age Regression, bottle feeding, reader is a small itty bitty baby, fluff fluff fluff, insecure reader for like a microscopic amount, somehow theres always spelling mistakes i cant find so ignore my poor writing and spelling

You had told Eddie about your regression for a fairly recent amount of time. It had only been a few months since he immediately took the role as your caregiver and you both enjoyed every second of it. No matter how many times you dealt with any insecurities about being small, he was there to reassure you how much he truly enjoyed taking care of you. 

Which is why he wanted to make this Christmas season extra special for his little one. 

He knew how much you loved Christmas and the holiday season, the whole appearance of Christmas and the lead up to it engulfed you in nostalgia and a certain childlike joy and peace. 

He made it his mission to make you feel as tiny as possible during the Christmas season, knowing that if big you loved Christmas this much, little you could only love it just as much. 

To say that Eddie spoiled you during the holiday season would be an understatement. He always took you out to go Christmas shopping, picking you up treat after treat (his rule about sugars and sweets quickly became less lenient as the holidays went by), and always made sure to pop in a christmas movie in his TV when giving you your night time bottle and cuddles before bed. 

Did you think it was strange that Eddie began to baby you a lot more than usual? Maybe a little. But you were too excited about Christmas to detect anything about your boyfriend's behavior. 

The whole week you had been updating Eddie every day on how close you were to the magical day, your advent calendar being your prized possession the whole month.

“Daddy!!” You called out from the living room of his trailer. 

Eddie rushed in, pot of mac and cheese still in his hand at the sudden call of his name. 

“What is it baby?” he asked, kneeling down to our level on the floor as you presented the calendar in his face.

“S’ one more day until Christmas Eve!” you excitedly announced. 

Eddie chuckled at your excitement and ruffled your hair. “That's right! I've got such a smart little one.” he praised planting a kiss on your cheek. In the time that Eddie has been your caregiver, you still haven't gotten used to how much little you loved praise, especially from Eddie. He couldn't get enough of how shy you would get at the sudden rush of red that would spread across your face, causing him to praise you any chance he got to see his baby happy. 

“Cmon, dinner should be ready soon, and I better not see that door open until after we eat, capisce?”  Eddie playfully warned. 

“Yes daddy.” You giggled, waddling over to the table as you awaited your dinner. 

Soon Christmas eve arrived and now Eddie understood what you meant when you told him how much you loved Christmas. Your Christmas jammies stayed on the whole day and Christmas music stayed on the radio. Eddie thinks putting you to bed that night was the hardest thing he ever had to do. Usually when you were having a hard time sleeping, he liked to put you in little space. He quickly regretted doing that last night when you refused to sleep in his room and stayed up on the couch with a flashlight, claiming you were waiting for Santa. 

When Christmas morning came you were just as excited as the past days and Eddie made sure to keep it extra special for you. 

It surprised him that you remained big the whole day, he assumed because Christmas was your favorite holiday, you would give yourself some time to regress and enjoy the Christmas cheer. He could tell you wanted to, but there was something blocking you. He made it his mission the rest of the day to destroy whatever was blocking his little baby from coming out. 

And as Christmas day began to come to a close, Eddie knew what he had to do. He sat you down on the couch, ordering for you to cover your eyes. 

You did as you were told, you covered your eyes with your palms as you awaited for your boyfriend to come back. You opened your eyes at the sound of his sweet voice., 

“Ok, you can open them now.” Eddie said, a cheeky grin beginning to spread across his face. 

You opened your eyes and saw another present in his hands. 

“Eddie, what's all this? I thought we already exchanged gifts this morning?” You asked, looking at him holding another present in his hands. 

“I know, but this is different. I know how much you love Christmas, and I love that you love Christmas, but I want little you to enjoy it too. I don't want you to have to hide during your favorite time of the year. I want you to be able to slip and feel safe knowing that I'll be here to take care of you. You're my little baby, and my baby deserves a good and happy Christmas.” Eddie confessed, pulling you onto his lap cupping one of your cheeks with his hand. 

His soft words almost brought tears to your eyes. No one has ever been as kind and gentle as Eddie in your entire life. 

“Really?” You ask softly, Eddie already seeing you slip the smallest bit. 

“Yes baby.” he lightly chuckled at your attempt to stay big knowing he had already one little you over. “Merry Christmas baby bear.” He smiled, handling over the semi poorly wrapped gift. Eddie was an amazing boyfriend and caregiver, but maybe next year he should leave the wrapping up to you. 

You gave him a cheeky smile, knowing that there was no way to stay big anymore as your little space quickly engulfed you. You began to tear open the wrapping paper, exposing a new box with a cute polar bear pattern scattered around the box. Eddie watched the way you bit your lips in concentration as you struggled opening your gift. Finally you had gotten it open with one final “Hmph” and Eddie swears he had never heard a cuter sound than your gasp of excitement. 

Inside the box he had packed you a whole gift basket with all of your favorite little treats, accompanied by a new bottle with snowflakes on it, a reindeer stuffie, a new onesie with snowmen on it, and a new red paci with a reindeer in the middle, lettered beads spelling out “Little Dear” on the handle. 

“Daddy, I love it!” you squealed at the new goodies in front of you. 

“You do?” Eddie asked, making sure he had bought everything correctly. Poor Eddie has been knee deep in finding you the perfect little gear, doing as much research as he could on the bestest brands and stores. His gift left him apprehensive up until you opened it, his worries melting away as soon as he saw how much you enjoyed your gift. 

“Yes daddy, I love it all! Thank you thank you thank you!” You squealed, hugging his sides tightly. He returned the tight bear hug, rubbing your back and planting a kiss on the top of your head. 

“What do you think, should we try out your new goodies?” Eddie asked, holding up the bottle in his hand and the onesie in the other.

You nodded excitedly. Eddie hadn't bottle fed you many times but it was always something you wished you could do more. Now with your new bottle, both you and Eddie were excited to incorporate it into your night time routine. 

Eddie slipped your new paci into your mouth as you smiled happily. 

“There's my little baby.” Eddie cooed, kissing you again on your forehead. He just couldn't get enough of you when you were little. Caring for you was his favorite thing to do ever. 

He picked you up from the couch, knowing that if he didn't carry you now, you would just start pouring on the couch until he did. Your legs wrapped around his waist as he held you on his hip around the trailer to his bedroom. He laid you down on his bed as he rummaged through his dresser. 

“Alright baby bear, do you want daddy to change you or do you want to do it yourself?” Eddie asked. You had seen eachother naked and changed in front of each other a plethora of times throughout your relationship, but this was different. You were just a little baby, and Eddie wanted to make you feel comfortable with everything. 

“You do it daddy.” You smiled up at him, kicking your feet as they hung from his bed. 

“Ok then, arms up!” he said, tugging your sweater uo our arms and off your body, making sure to give you as many kisses and raspberries on your sides and tummy as he could. He couldn't help it, he loved the way you giggled and squealed. He helped you into your new onesie and a pair of his pj pants. You argued that you didn't want to wear any pants but Eddie insisted that you couldn't just walk around the trailer in no pants. So when he offered that you could wear a pair of his, you accepted with your brows furrowed, but Eddie knew your fussiness wasn't serious. 

He picked you back up and carried you back to the couch. He wrapped you up in a thick and warm blanket and turned on the Christmas movie channel on the TV before going to the kitchen to warm up your bottle. 

He simply couldn't take his eyes off of you and how cute you looked wrapped up in his big blanket, the way you cuddled into your stuffy so gently and how adorable you looked with your new paci. Soon the microwaved beeped, indicating the bottle had finished as he took it out. He poured a drop on his wrist and licked it, testing the temperature to make sure it wasn't too hot for you. He nodded to himself as he approved the temperature and began to walk over to the couch. 

Your eyes were glued to the movie on the TV. You didn't even notice Eddie walking back until you felt the indent on the couch. 

“Ok, you ready baby?” Eddie asked. 

You suddenly became anxious and slightly self conscious. Because bottle feeding had been a new thing for the both of you, you still didn't feel as comfortable as you wanted with it. It was never Eddie's fault, he wanted you to be as comfortable as possible. And being the perfect caregiver that Eddie is, he noticed your change in behavior right away. He placed the bottle on the small lamp table next to him as he laid on the couch, his arms open inviting you in. You happily accepted, moving closer to his side as he held you. You both lost yourself in the movie for a while and Eddie assumed you had gone nonverbal throughout the minutes passing as your talkative state died down and he was left with a cozy and sleepy baby. 

When he found the time was right and you had calmed down, he reached for the bottle again. He softly took the paci out of your mouth and held the bottle, waiting for you to accept. Your eyes fluttered at him and in your safe and sleepy headspace, accepting the warm bottle of milk seemed like a dream. Your lips latched slowly and softly on the bottle as you began to drink. You tried to reach for the bottle before Eddie took them, tucking them back into the blanket and around your reindeer stuffie. “It's ok baby, I got it, you don't have to worry, daddys got you.” he reassured. 

As you kept sipping, you found yourself cuddling deeper and deeper into Eddie's chest, falling sleepier and sleepier. When Eddie found that you had finished the bottle, he gently removed it from your lips and placed the paci back in to avoid any fussiness in your sleep. He turned the small lamp off but decided to leave the TV on for soft lighting and background sounds to keep you asleep. He kissed your forehead once more and wrapped his arms around you. 

“Merry Christmas little one.” He whispered as you two fell asleep in each others arms. Neither of you would have wanted to spend Christmas any other way. 

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maybe jus some baby eddie? idk he really comforts me and i’m feeling very bad n scared:(

Squeaky Toy (Little!Eddie Munson x Caregiver!Reader)

Summary - Little Eddie becomes attached to a squeaky dog toy. When you tell him he isn't allowed to keep it, he throws a tantrum. Until, you have the perfect idea.

Content Warnings - Eddie is age regressed. Reader is caregiver. Fluff. Crying. Comfort. Forehead kisses. Cheek kisses.

Word Count - 830

A/N - I will admit, I have never written characters in littlespace before, so I hope this is okay!! I do like reading little Eddie too, he's adorable. I wasn't sure what you wanted in terms of story and pairing, so I went with x reader as that's what most of my other fics are. I'm really really sorry you're going through a hard time right now. I just want you to know, my inbox is agere friendly, so whenever you're feeling down or lonely feel free to say hi. I would love to chat and support you ❤️❤️

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Squeak

Squeak

Squeak

"What is that?..." You mumbled to yourself, drying your hands on the kitchen towel.

You had been in the middle of chopping vegetables for you and Eddie, when a squeeky noise from the living room caught you off guard.

"Eds? Are you okay sweetheart?"

This morning, Eddie had promised to treat you. He was going to cook your favourite pasta dish for dinner. Cooking was one of his hidden talents, and he adored creating wholesome and hearty meals for you.

But, no sooner as the day began, your partner began to slip. Throughout the months of your relationship, you had learned Eddie's behaviours like the back of your hand. You knew the signs. Silent leg bounces and lip bites were enough of an indicator; before long he would tripping over the carpet, staring doe eyed, unable to navigate through his thoughts or his surroundings, ready to surrender to little space.

Today was no exception, as fifteen minutes ago you set Eddie down on his beanbag with a colouring book, kissing the top of his head softly before venturing into the kitchen to cook the pasta instead. You didn't mind. Your little guy needed a break. After everything he'd been through, you understood he needed time to relax, escape, and lose reality for a little while.

Peeking around the kitchen door, you realised that Eddie had left his beanbag, and crawled towards a fluffy toy that lay in the centre of the floor.

"What you got there?" You asked, intrigued by what the brunette was up too.

"Funnwy noise! Wook!" Eddie responded with glee, gesturing for you to look at his discovery.

Gently plucking the toy out of his fingers, you realised that this belonged to your dog. For Halloween this year, you had purchased a squeaky bat toy for your puppy, and now it seemed little Eddie had taken a liking to it.

"Eds, this belongs to the doggy. I'm sorry bubba, it isn't yours."

You tried to keep your tone quiet and caring, but you could see your partners lip starting to quiver.

"Hey, hey, it's okay little one. Remember, you have soooo many other toys to play with, don't you?" You picked up Eddie's dragon plushie, waving it with a smile.

But Eddie didn't smile back. Tears began to well in his eyes, as he gazed sadly at the dog toy.

"But... I wan the bat..."

"I know sweetie, but I'm so sorry I can't let you have it. It's been in the dogs mouth, and she's probably stepped all over it too." You explained softly, hoping to appease him.

"But.. but.."

Cries escaped his mouth before he could finish his sentence, hiccuping as he tried to supress his small sobs of defeat.

"Oh honey, it's okay, come here" You cooed, opening your arms to hug the little guy.

"NO!" Eddie screamed, turning his back on you, tears streaming down his delicate features.

Your heart shattered. You loved him more than anything in the world, and you wished you could give him everything he ever wanted. But he couldn't have that bat toy. You needed to make this right.

In a brainwave, you quickly opened your phone, typed in some keywords, and punched in your credit card details, before turning your attention back towards Eddie, who was now laying on the floor in adorable protest.

/

The following day wasn't much better. Your little curly haired menace tossed and turned all night, and was now sat sulking in front of the television, his legs tucked into his chest.

You motioned to the bowl of chicken nuggets on the table. "Come on sweetheart, aren't you going to eat your yummy nuggets?"

Shaking his head, Eddie frowned, his eyes fixed on the TV screen.

"Bubba, plea-

Ding Dong

The sound of the doorbell diverted your focus, and you padded over to the door. You breathed a sigh of relief when you saw the parcel delivery man. You'd been anticipating this package since the moment you ordered it the previous evening.

"Eddieeeeeee" You sang, headed back over to the sofa. "Look what's hereeeee"

Perching next to him, you allowed Eddie to take the small brown box from your hands.

"F-for me?"

"Yes! You can go ahead and open it."

Keeping your fingers crossed, you watched in optimism as your little brunette teared into the paper, to reveal a brand new bat plushie.

Eddie's face lit up, a smile wider than any you'd ever seen from him before. Your heart fluttered, as he threw his arms around you with a childlike force.

"Oh my Gawd! A new bat! Fank you fank you!!" He exclaimed, hugging the bat close to his chest.

You exhaled, cupping your partners chin, placing a gentle kiss on his cheek. "Anything for you, my little bubba."

With a grin, Eddie lay his head on your lap, catching up on the cuddles he had missed over the past 24 hours.

"I wove you, Y/N."

"I love you too, Eddie."

[buckys-little-belle]

hihi

first i want to start by saying i absolutely adore your work!!

could i request something for the future of hellfire babysitter club

like eddie becoming fairy's official cg(or partner or both) and how all that would go down

the thought makes me all soft

Hellfire Babysitting Club (Chapter Nine)

My Baby

Eddie Munson x Little!Reader (They/Them Pronouns)/ The Hellfire Club x Little!Reader (They/Them Pronouns)

Warnings - Mentions of jealousy and chicken nuggets, as well as Y/n and Eddie eating animal crackers. Talks of Terror getting a cookie if they eat half their snack

Notes - I love this, anyways, two chapters one night? It’s 2am and I work at 10am I NEED TO SLEEP, but my brain says ‘noooo’

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

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It had been a week since Eddie had called Y/n ‘My Baby’, those words playing over and over in their head. Y/n relished in the though of being his baby, him as their official caregiver, but at the same time the worry that he didn’t mean it that way swirled in Y/n’s head.

The group was sat around the lunch table, everyone but Eddie there, lunch boxes, and cafeteria platters strewn across the table, a juice box and animal crackers sat in front of Y/n untouched. “Y/n!” Lucas called out, trying to get their attention. “You have to eat at least half of those crackers if you want a cookie at tonight’s meeting.” He reminded them, this new ‘half a snack, at the least, eaten to earn a cookie’ rule put in place by Eddie.

“I know.” Y/n mumbled, unamused by the crackers in front of them, their focus on the absence of Eddie. “ ‘m gonna be righ’ back.” They said as they stood up from the table. As they walked away they could hear the boys arguing, trying to come to an agreement on if they should let them go alone or not, the shouts getting more and more muffled as Y/n walked quickly.

The hallways were always so busy, yet so empty, during lunch, people seemed to walk the halls but never linger. As they turned the corner they heard a familiar laugh, one that belonged to Eddie. Y/n’s legs moved quicker, not wanting to spend anymore time away from Eddie. “Oh totally!” Y/n heard a voice call, one they didn’t recognize. As they turned another corner they made out Eddie’s figure, a girl standing opposite to him, eating animal crackers from a container, one Eddie usually ate from. “I have to go, but thank’s for the snack!” She called out, walking down the hall and into a classroom.

Eddie grabbed a handful of crackers, stuffing them in his own mouth, closing the container and placing it in his locker before closing it, turning to walk to the cafeteria, only to be met with a teary eyed Y/n a few feet away. “What’s wrong Fairy?” He asked, walking towards them, his face contorted in worry.

“You sposed to eat my crackers. You share wi’f me!” They blubbered, tears now rolling down their cheeks as their shoulders slumped.

“What do you mean?” Eddie chuckled, embracing Y/n in a hug, trying to comfort them in this confusing time.

Y/n wiggled out of his grasp quickly. “You gave da girl your crackers.” They accused, pointing to Eddie with conviction.

Eddie chuckled again, the situation completely misread by his Little Terror. “Fairy, she’s my cousin, and she’s new, she just forgot her lunch that’s all.” His arms reached back out for Y/n, them now accepting the hug that he was offering, smashing their face into his torso.

“Promise?” Y/n breathed.

“Yes, I promise Fairy.” He smiled. “Or should I call you Jealous Jelly Hm?” He joked, Y/n now looking up at him, their chin rested on his chest as he wiped the tears from their cheeks.

“ ‘m not jealous.” They mumbled, a frown on their face.

“Are you sure?” He asked sincerely, his hand sliding along their scalp, resting on the back of their head.

“No.” They sighed. “I’s jus’ what if you fin’ someone else t’be your baby?” Y/n asked, their eyes filling with tears once again.

“Fairy.” Eddie sighed. Holding them even closer, Y/n’s faced smooshed into his chest once more. “You’re my baby, my Little Terror, my Fairy, I won’t find someone else, and I don’t want anyone else okay?” He asked, hoping for a positive answer.

“‘kay, but you pinky promise righ’?” They asked, out of his grasp, their pinky held out to him.

“Yes, I pinky promise.” Eddie laughed, interlocking his pinky with theirs. “I love you, you know that?”

“I love you too.” Y/n smiled.

“More than chickies?” Eddie asked, chicken nuggets had always been Y/n’s first and main love in life.

“Maybe.” They laughed, skipping back to the cafeteria, Eddie just a few feet behind them. Eddie knew they did love him more thank chicken nuggets, but he loved them more than anything and he hoped that they knew that. His Baby, his Little Terror, his Fairy.

[sunshine-n-raccoons]

Bad Days turned Blue(y).

Eddie Munson x little! reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It’s worth it.

[eddiessidegirl]

🎀Making It Up to You🎀

Summary: Eddie has to cancel a dinner date with you and it causes you to spiral and slip into little space

Pairing: Caregiver!Eddie x little!reader (gender is not really mentioned, so gen!neutral reader)

Warnings: Standard 18+ for my blog, it’s a fluff piece, however mentions of age regression, CGl dynamic, use of pet names

Word Count: 1524

A/N: A very special thank you to @hellfiremunsonn for reading this before letting me post it, I haven’t written much because of a lot of irl things going on. I appreciate everyone’s patience and I have another fic coming soon, I’m just working out the plot!

Today was going to be a good day, at least that’s what you’d told yourself all day. Eddie was going to take you to dinner before he checked in with Dustin, the new leader of Hellfire now that Eddie’s graduated. He still guest DM’d here and there but he mostly just helped create campaigns for the group. A silent partner if you will.

His van was waiting outside the library you worked at, the loud hum of his engine, a soothing noise to you, was a nuisance to everyone else. Your feet carried you across the parking lot, you were so excited for this check in and dinner. You already had an outfit picked out, and were excited for him to see it, since he loved seeing you dressed up when you two went out.

The door swung open, “Sorry Bun, change of plans. Rain check on dinner, apparently Dustin lost his copy of the campaign somehow and now I have to help him rush it together before the guys and Erica start showing.” You were crushed, the world crumbling. Logically you knew it was fine and that things happened from time to time to make it so you had to change plans. And you knew he’d make it up to you later or the next day. But you started to slip a little, you could feel yourself becoming small. Usually you had more control but when you got upset, the wall was harder to hold up.

Quietly you nodded your head and slid into the passenger seat, sitting as humanly close as you could, his hand sought out your thigh and he held it to comfort you as he drove over to the Henderson house to pick up Dustin and drive over to the high school. The curly haired boy got into the bench behind yours once the van pulled up. He was swearing up a storm, going off about how it had taken them weeks to work on this story. Eddie asked you to hand Dustin the binder on the floor of the passenger side, it was decorated in stickers and binder clips.

Dustin thanked you, and started going through the pages, while he was distracted you slide a little closer to Eddie, looking for a moment of solace, and hoping you didn’t fully slip before you made it back home. “You ok?” He asked you, it was getting hard to verbalized, so you just nodded your head and settled against his arm. “Feeling a bit small, huh?” He muttered softly into your ear, again, you nodded. Pressing a kiss to the top of your head, he reassured you that it wouldn’t take long and to not worry. But you could feel yourself slipping more, your fingers playing with the frayed edges of your sweatshirt. At the next stop light he reached across you and opened the glove compartment and handed you a tiny stuffed bear on a keychain for you to hold on to. It would innocuous enough that no one would think twice but it would give you the comfort you needed.

Pulling up at the school every got out, you slid out using Eddie’s side of the van, his hands helping you to the ground. “Just a couple hours, Henderson, it’s been a long day and we’ve already cancelled plans for this.” The walk to the drama room was short, just a few doors in, you remembered the first time you came here, it seemed so intimidating but then you sat and watched a campaign and you grew to appreciate it even if the content scared you sometimes. Eddie and Dustin sat at the table, Eddie in his old seat, and Dustin beside him while you wandered off to sit and hang out on a padded bench to draw in a notebook from your book bag.

Eventually your eyes slid shut after a couple hours and you nodded off waiting for the boys to finish, your body curled up on the bench, thumb near your mouth since it’d fallen out of your lips and landed next to your head. Eddie noticed you’d fallen asleep and since they were basically done, he told Dustin that the two of you needed to go.

“You could stay though, I’m sure everyone would love it if you stayed.” Dustin still looked up to Eddie, and loved any excuse to hang out with him.

He shook his head “nah man, I bailed on date night already, consider this my check in that I was going to do after dinner, I’ll call you and make plans,” Eddie motioned towards you “for now I need to get them home so they can eat dinner before it’s too late.” Gathering yours and his things, and picking up your bag before gently shaking your shoulder to wake you, “come on, sweetheart, time to go.”

Yawning and stretching you waved goodbye to Dustin, “s’later” you mumbled sleepily, clutching onto Eddies’ arm. Getting into the van this time around was slightly more difficult, from being barely awake and slipping you feet wouldn’t work as well as you’d like. Eddie assisted you and then got in on his side.

“I’m sorry your night was spoiled, little one, I’ll make it up to you I promise,” as you two pulled out of the parking lot, you could see Steve and Robin dropping off some of the guys and Erica, the older boys would be carpooling and wouldn’t be far behind them. Eddie and Steve exchanged nods, but beyond that your boyfriend was more concerned about getting you home so you could feel fully at ease.

The drive home didn’t take long, once you were at the small apartment complex on the outskirts of the main road, you slid out of the van, landing with a quiet “oof” as your feet collided with the pavement. Your unit was on the ground floor, and it was perfect. To you anyways.

Inside was warmth, cozy items, stuffies, Eddie’s guitars and amps as well as comfy furniture and rugs everywhere. Instead of posters directly on the living room wall there were posters in frames, which was your idea so it looked more artistic. The bedroom was a different story, posters tacked to the wall, plants everywhere, clothing heaped on the floor waiting to be folded and put away, yours and Eddie’s bed in the middle, and your dressers took up most of the space. There were stuffies here too, but these ones were the ones you’d had since your childhood. The one on the bed was your most prized possession, it was a small tiger, you’d had him forever and he was full of your secrets and stories. He was due for a restuffing but you didn’t like him leaving your room or the apartment for that matter.

“Alright, lets get changed and I’ll make some dinner since you’re too little to do that right now.” Eddie had finally entered caregiver mode, he helped you get out of your clothes, wash your face and get into a PJ set that had dinosaurs on it. Once you were settled on the couch with The Land Before Time playing to keep you occupied, Eddie went to make dinner for the two of you. After about twenty minutes he entered the living room carrying two plates, each had a generous helping of Kraft Dinner and a pile of Dino nuggets, Ketchup was tucked in his arm.

His ringed fingers motioned at the plates, as he joined you on the couch “dig in Kiddo,” you knew that he was desperately trying to make it all up to you, Eddie hated disappointing you. It was the last thing he wanted to do. So he always tried his best to cheer you up, and tonight especially it was working. He told you that you two would go out for dinner tomorrow and that he’d get you a new stuffed animal as a present too. You were elated and he felt better about everything.

Later he would tuck you and your tiger into bed, tell you a story and cuddle you until you fell asleep. His chocolate brown eyes would watch you sleep for a long while, sweeping over your face as you dreamed and cuddled deeper into his side. Wrapping his arm around you he tucked your head into the crook of his neck and kissed your temple “G’night baby” Before he fell asleep he noticed your stuffed animal was nearing the edge of the bed, he pressed him back into your arms and allowed himself to join you in dreamland.

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[agere-fandom]

caregiver!steve harrington x regressor!eddie munson!!

fictional agere challenge

day 3: a ship you hc as regressor x caregiver

note; RAHHHHH i love these two with my heart!! like steddie is one of my top ships of ALL time :0 and I usually see Steve x reader or Eddie x reader and I'm just like "no >:(" LIKE CAN THEY BOTH JUST BE TOGETHERIDNJJNSDOFN anywayyyy I love them so and I miss them <3 I need more steddie agere content!! >:O

headcanons;

🎲 Eddie is toddler/kid regressor and his age range is 3 - 6. His main caregiver is, of course, Stevie

🕶️ Steve is a caregiver and absolutely loves being one, he's naturally nurturing to his little ones and will go full Mama Steve on 'em. He doesn't really care what he's called, but he'll get so excited when he hears a nickname. His main little is, of course, Ed

🎲 I do headcanon Eddie as someone who has auDHD! So he'll mostly be a quiet boy when regressed big or not or just be super duper hyper on another day! Stimming is a big thing for him as well, just random stuffs. And he also makes a bunch of squeaks and screams

⬇️🎲 I also headcanon Eddie as a trans man! (FTM, of course) So with all the sensory issue stuff, shark week and dysmorphia also play a big part in Eddie both while he's big and little. Steve and everyone else supports him, but he still has things of his own to handle. But he's trying his best!

🕶️ Stevie is an absolute sucker for his little ones (mostly Eddie, Billy and Robin) and will always ALWAYS feel terrible for even trying to put them in timeout. Like if someone is in tears, he is tearing up as well

⬇️🕶️ Even so, that happens, like, all the time, he's still a strict caregiver. Rules and (light) punishments are set and used all the time, but Steve also forgets sometimes LAMO. Like he could've yelled or something, and then Dustin just randomly comes up behind him and is like "STEVIE BROKE A RULEEEEE" while he's also breaking that rule

🎲 Usually, big Eddie ain't scared of a thing, he's a strong boy, but being little... he's shy and sensitive (me too Ed) and is just trying his best to be honest. He's more of a softie and far more vulnerable than his big self. Like horror movies and clowns? Eddie is already in tears before SEEING them

🕶️ He spoils the world out of his littles, ESPECIALLY Eddie. Like Eddie is his sweet baby and he deserves to be spoilt. And he's for sure that parent that has extra, extra, EXTRA supplies that he still packs somewhere and somehow in his house. And this man canNOT stand 10 seconds straight without giving into puppy eyes

🎲 Anything will go into this boy's mouth if it is in his sight. Table corners, bark, door knobs, wood, grass... he always needs a teether or paci in his mouth because he will not hesitate to go and swallow his whole mouth full with... something. Even his own hair and fingers... (real for the fingers)

🕶️ His favorite little's to look after are Eddie (of course), Robin, Billy, Dustin and Chrissy

🎲 Eddie's favorite people to be around are Steve (of course), Robin, Chrissy, Dustin and Joyce

🕶️ One of his favorite activities to do is storytime, like storybooks to interactive finger/sock muppets, he has EVERYTHING. And he's always so, so creative with all the little stories he reads, and everyone eats it UPPP. Even the caregivers as well

🎲 His favorite plushies are a black bat (Igor), a red dragon (Smokie) and a green and purple lizard (Iggy). He always loves action figures (He-Man, Thundercat) and blocks as well

⬇️🎲 Also, also. His favorite thing EVER has to be coloring. He's always seen with a coloring book with dragons or He-Man and he doesn't mind sharing, Robbie or Chrissy are always joining him in a bit of coloring and he doesn't mind whatever colors they use, as long as it's IN the lines

🕶️ He doesn't really care at whatever activity he's doing with his littles if I'm being honest. Like it could go from a super tough fight against a fire breathing dragon, to a tea party WITH tutus on, to a deep exploration in the jungle, to just playing with puzzles and blocks. Like he will go up and beyond to play with each of his little's equally (tiny and big)

🎲 Halloween!! Eddie absolutely love, love, LOVESSSS halloween with all of his heart. He has since he was out of the womb if I'm being honest. And being little around the spooky season is such a treat for Eddie. Like he will dress up in different outfits every single day until the big night and rahhhhh!!

🕶️ He always likes taking his little's out to their favorite stores and places. Eddie with the record shop, Robbie with ice cream (or whatever's left of Scoops Ahoy), Billy out to the beach, Chrissy to the toy shop (I headcanon that she never had a good childhood and never got to go to the toy store :( ) and so on and so on

🎲 This boy is in his terrible twos. With who? Robin. These two immediately connected at the hip once both found out they were regressors (and both trans, yes, I do both headcanon them as trans RAHHHH JUMPSCARE!!!!! /j) and have been mischievous lil people since. You will not see them apart, unless Ed is with Steve and Robbie is with Nancy. Sugar rushes, getting in trouble, breaking rules, making messes BOY!! And if one cries, the other cries after LAMO

[angelbaby-fics]

You're Invited To My End of Summer Slumber Party!

what?

i'm taking requests for short little blurbs of fanfic! lets cuddle up with our favorite caregivers as we say goodbye to summer 💕

when?

august 22 - august 26 2024

how?

simply send in a character and a situation/prompt and i’ll write a 100-200 word blurb! (they don't have to be sleepover themed!)

who?

marvel: steve r. (pre or post serum), bucky, stucky strangerthings: eddie, steve h., robin supernatural: dean chrisevans: lloyd hansen, ransom drysdale sebastianstan: lee bodecker

additionally, if you would like a character that’s not listed here, let me know! get creative with prompts & characters, i wanna stretch my writing muscles!! remember, i only write cg!character x little!reader!! SFW REQUESTS ONLY!!!