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munsonsprettygirl · 2 years

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Y/N is exhausted and Eddie just wants to help

pairing: eddie munson x little!reader

summary: y/n’s sleep is plagued by nightmares and eddie discovers a way to help her. nsfw mentions but no smut. caregiver!eddie softness

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Y/N can’t sleep. The nightly rest that she once adored is now plagued by nightmares and monsters that no amount of Benadryl can shake. They leave her feeling fuzzy and scared and helpless and more above anything Y/N hates to feel helpless. Preferring to stay up rather than battle another nightmare; she’s awake long into the night. Tip-toes downstairs while her parents are asleep to watch treasured vas tapes of Care Bears with a blanket wrapped around her shoulders. There’s a certain fuzziness that comes after, coupled with the feeling of being underwater. It’s nice and warm there, where Care Bears and soft blankets matter more than the trivial aspects of high school.

For a while, it works. She can keep up with her schoolwork and friends on the mere three hour naps she takes after school. Then sleep deprivation catches up and swallows her whole. She starts nodding off in classes she previously found interesting and misses out on important notes and due dates. Eddie nudges her when she does it. Blames it on boring content material because, shit, he’s practically falling asleep himself. But then she does it at lunch even with the surrounding clatter of noise echoing in the cafeteria. Slumps right there on his chest where anyone can see and he shakes her out of it before they do.

“Hey, hey.” He pats her shoulder until she whines, rubs her eyes and then nuzzles back into him. “Sweetheart, you can’t sleep in here.” He holds her by her cheeks and waits for her to open her eyes. When she does they’re red-rimmed and hazy with sleep. The lavender circles underneath look painful and Eddie strokes them with his thumb. “Why are you so tired, hmm?”

“Can’t sleep.” She mumbles, hardly loud enough for him to hear.

Eddie sighs and reaches down to his bag, messes around in the pockets before he pulls out a pair of sunglasses and slots them over her ears. “Here.” He drops a kiss on her forehead and guides her head back to his shoulder. “I’ll wake you up before lunch ends. But we’re going to talk about this later, okay?” There’s a hint of worry in his voice and she feels her chest ache because Eddie always worries so much. Worries if she’s eating and taking care of herself. How she’s doing in her classes and making sure she doesn’t push herself too far. Always calling her when she needs him and holding her close.

Y/N closes her burning eyes and lets the wash of sleep rinse over her while Eddie strokes her back, chest vibrating with the conversations he shares with his friends.

. . .

When school lets out on a Friday afternoon, the hallways crows with relieved teens pushing each other over to escape the suffocating building and forget about it for two days. Dustin’s slipping through the chaos beside Eddie, rattling off about the campaign he’s writing and what he wants to do with his character for Eddie’s campaign. Eddie hums and nods but his eyes are searching over the sea of heads for Y/N. He sees her once they get out to the sunny parking lot, leaning in the window of Steve’s car and talking to Robin. His sunglasses are perched on the top of her head, pushing her hair away from her face. Dustin opens the back door and slides inside, the sound of Steve griping about his dirty shoes floats through the open windows. Y/N looks over her shoulder to where Eddie stands and bids Robin goodbye, backs away from the car as they drive off, shouting at her from the windows.

“What were you two talking about?” Eddie asks once he’s hanging onto her side, his arm wrapped around the waist of her soft baby-pink sweater.

“Oh, just English class. Robin’s going to let me borrow her notes.” And it’s a little bit concerning because Y/N’s never had to borrow notes. Usually, she’s the person you would borrow notes from. Eddie’s done it plenty of times. Marveled over her pretty handwriting and the way she dots her i’s. “Shakespeare, you know?”

“Yeah,” Eddie mumbles, opens up his passenger door and helps her in. He rounds to the other side after throwing their bags in his backseat trying to push down the worry that’s rising in his stomach. He pops into the drivers seat and looks over at his girlfriend, rubbing her sleepy eyes and yawning. Thinks about how warm her body will feel pressed to his while they cuddle. The way her breaths feel like velvet against the skin of his neck. “Hey, why don’t we go back to my place?”

“Oh, I really shouldn’t-“

“Please, baby? It’s the weekend and I miss you.” He pouts, taking one of her hands and kissing around her knuckles and down her wrist.

“I don’t have any clothes.”

“You left some at my house and, besides, you usually sleep in my shirts anyway. C’mon, you can pick a movie out for us and I’ll run out and get us snacks and dinner or whatever you want.” He gives his best puppy eyes just to make her giggle and when she does she lets her head roll back to his seat and for a second he can see the liveliness that once surrounded her.

“Fine, fine. But I have to call my parents and let them know.” Eddie smiles triumphantly and leans across the center console and drops a wet kiss on her cheek.

“You won’t regret it, babe. Get ready to have the best night of your life.”

. . .

Eddie makes box brownies while the opening credits of Labyrinth roll across the TV. Wayne waves hello to her and steals Eddie’s Twizzlers on his way out the door. Says he’s working a double and makes Eddie promise not to burn the house down. Y/N giggles from where she’s curled up on the couch wearing one of Eddie’s shirts and a pair of cotton shorts she’s left there and whines for Eddie to hurry up in the kitchen.

“Ok! Ok! Jeez…” Eddie sets a timer on the brownies and runs over tot he couch and pulls her onto his lap. “Whiny little thing you are.” He teases and pinches her thigh, smile spreading when she wiggle sup his thigh away from his pinching fingers.

“Just wanted you to watch Labyrinth with me.” She pouts while Eddie pokes at her sides and leaves kitten licks behind her ear.

“Ughhh, haven’t we watched this movie enough? I think I know every word to it.” Though he did partially learn every word just so he could dramatically reenact Y/N’s favorite movie when he needed to. Or force her to sit in his lap and let him wave her arms around while his knees bounce beneath her and he horribly sang the lyrics of Magic Dance. The laughs that spilled from her sounded so light and pretty he wanted to hear them forever. Moreover, being the reason for her laugh s was an honor he took very seriously. They filled his tiny trailer and made everything seem warmer and coated his heart with an added layer of love and adoration for his girlfriend.

“Eddie, stop!” She laughs, half-heartedly fighting against him.

“Dance magic, dance! Dance magic, dance!” He ignored her, large hands holding onto her forearms and thrashing them around, watching her eyes squeeze up in laughter. Eddie let her go once the song was over and she clambered off his lap to sit beside him.

“That’s the last time I’m sitting in your lap.” She mumbles but there isn’t any seriousness in her tone. So Eddie smirks and drapes his arm over her shoulders and pulls her in, pressing kisses to the side of her face. He fusses over her while she tried to watch the movie, trying to turn her eyes away and distract her by leaving nibbles on her neck nd shoulders. Y/N batted him away and tried to wiggle out of his arms, but he persisted, loving all over her until the timer for the brownies went off.

“You know what would make the brownies taste even better?” Y/N asked from the couch while Eddie took out the pan and set it on the stovetop to cool.

“What’s that?”

“A joint.” Eddie throws her a toothy smile and points the oven mit at her.

“That’s a great idea, baby.” She pauses the movie only to follow Eddie into his bedroom where she sits on his lap, holding his handmade D&D figurines while Eddie stuffs bud into a grinder. He tells her about their next campaign and watches with fond eyes as she turns the figurines over in her hands, handling them delicately.

“Is this your character?” She asks, pointing to another figurine. Adorned in black robes they hold a sword that stands out amongst the blackness. Purple vines up the sides of the sword and look like magic. The figurines hair is black and flowing behind them.

“Yup, that is Fenven Silvernight. He’s a level seventeen half-elf vampire warlock that I’ve been playing since I was twelve.” Eddie says proudly as he opens up the joint paper and starts spreading out the ground-up weed. “You can play with him, if you want.”

Y/N picks him up slowly, feeling as though she was holding one of Eddie’s greatest treasures. “Dustin’s writing this campaign right now that he wants me to be in. It’ll be his first time DM’ing but I think he’ll be great at it. Besides, I’ll be able to get some XP and level up Sir Silvernight.”

“Level up?”

“Ah, it’s a long explanation but the more you play the better your character becomes. You get to do more things like work with a patron diety. But I’m trying to level up to an Eldritch Master. That way you can entreat your patron for more spell slots.”

“Do you make up your own patron diety?”

Eddie nods and his tongue pokes out while he rolls the paper over the filter, trying to keep the crumbs inside. “Haven’t yet for this campaign though. Maybe it could be you.”

Y/N laughs. “Me?”

“Yeah! We could do it together, you can name them whatever you want and decide their abilities and weaknesses-“

“Can Warlocks and patrons date each other?”

Eddie blushes and brings the joint up to his mouth and seals the paper shut with a lick. “Well, duh, that’s a given. Fenven Silvernight would be on his knees for you, sweet girl.” Eddie twists the top of the joint closed then pulls open a drawer, rummaging through fine-tipped paintbrushes and pens until he pulls out a lighter. “Alright, m’lady, light her up.”

They smoke down the whole joint until they’re both giddy and feeding each other the corner pieces of the brownies. Labyrinth is still playing on the TV but it is forgotten about once Y/N is lying down against the couch, hips bucking up into Eddie’s while needy whines escape her. They spend the rest of the night fooling around, stroking each other and laughing airily until sleep comes. And Y/N, so caught up in her adoration, forgets she doesn’t sleep at night anymore. Snuggles into Eddie’s bare chest while he combs through her hair. He talks some more about Fenven and deity’s until his voice is faraway and sleep overcomes her.

. . .

Eddie’s eyes peel painfully open. There’s a cool breeze coming in through his open window, leaving goosebumps across his skin. He turns over to throw his arm over Y/N’s tummy but finds her curled up legs instead. Her face is turned away from him and when he cracks open his eyes he can see her moonlit shillouette through his eyelashes.

“What are you doin’ awake?” Eddie slurs, rubbing his sleep-crusted eyes with the back of his hand. There’s a soft sniffle coming from beside him and he sits up on his elbows. “Sweetheart, what’s wrong?”

“Shit, sorry Ed’s. I didn’t mean to wake you up.” Her voice is small and sounds distraught. “Go back to sleep, baby.”

“Uh-uh. You’re awake and you’re never awake in the middle of the night.” He reaches out a hand and lays it on her shoulder, feeling how her body trembles beneath his hand. “Baby you’re shaking-“

“I’m fine, Ed’s.”

“No, no, no. You’re not fine. You’re shaking and you’re clammy. What. Is. Wrong? Did you have a bad dream?” Another sniffle and the nod of her head confirms his suspicions. “Oh, honey. It’s okay, c’mere.”

He pulls her down to his chest, heart aching when she curls her fingers into his shirt and takes in a shaky breath. “Shh, shhh. You’re alright, I’m here.” They stay that way until her breathing slows down and the grip on his shirt lessens. Eddie pets back the sweaty strands of hair around her head. “You wanna tell me about your dream?”

Y/N rolls back against Eddie and stares up at the ceiling. “It’s stupid.”

“It’s not stupid if you’re scared.”

She sighs. “It’s always the same. I’m in the woods and it’s dark and there’s something coming after me. A monster I think.” She pauses. “I try and run but my legs aren’t working and I can’t get away or wake myself up.” Her voice trembles again and she covers her face with her hands. “It’s so silly.”

“No, no, no stop it. It’s not silly at all.” Eddie reassures her, rolling so he’s propped up over her. “H-how do you wake up? If you can’t on your own?”

“When the monster gets me.” Her voice is ice-cold sending chills down his spine. He touches his fingers to her cheeks and strokes over where her tears have dried.

“You said they’re all the same.” Eddie begins and her eyes flick to his, waiting for him to continue. “How long have you been having these nightmares?”

She swallows nervously. “Almost two weeks.”

“What? Two weeks? You- you didn’t tell me?”

“I didn’t want to worry you! I’m sorry.” Then her voice is trembling again like she’s going to cry and Eddie feels awful.

“Baby, baby, baby. Don’t want you to apologize.” He presses a long kiss to her head and cradles the back of her neck. “I worry. Okay? I’m always going to worry. You’re my life. My everything. My baby.” He kisses her again. “Is this why you’ve been so tired? Because the nightmares wake you up?”

She nods and sniffles. “Sometimes they wake me up but lately I’ve just been… not sleeping.”

“Wait, what do you mean not sleeping? Like not at all?”

She hums in answer and Eddie lets out a long breath and drops his head into her neck.

“I’m sorry.” She apologizes again and Eddie cuts her off by shaking his head.

“No more sorry’s. I’m serious.” He bites down on his bottom lip and looks over her face, strokes it gently like she could break at any moment. “I wanna help you… if you’re okay with that. I know a few things about curing bad dreams.”

“I- I think I would like that.”

“Really?”

“Yeah,” She answers and Eddie smiles and leans forward with another kiss. He flips the covers of of him and rolls out of bed with a grunted, “Alright baby,”

He comes around to her side of the bed and stands in front of her, draping a fuzzy blanket around her shoulders. “C’mon.”

“What?” She questions, cocking her head. “Where are we going?”

He lifts her with a quiet groan, one arm underneath her bum and the other around her back. “We’re going to make you sleepy.” He answers, stumbling through his dark bedroom until he reaches the door. “I know just the trick.”

That’s how they end up in the kitchen with Y/N sitting on the counter, slightly swinging her legs while holding the blanket around her shoulders. Eddie doesn’t realize it until that moment how small she looks. Her eyes are a little hazy, almost like they would be if she were high, but the redness in them is one from exhaustion, not smoke. They talk softly while Eddie moves around the kitchen, pouring milk into a mug and heating it up. Feeds her some of the leftover brownie and wipes the crumbs from her lips. Notices how wherever he touches her she leans into it a little more than she usually does and that’s how he knows somethings up. His girl is a brat, an independent and sometimes crude little thing when she wants to be. Quips back at everything he says with an amused giggle. Tonight she’s quiet and waits for direction, needs to be told what to do and how they’re going to do it.

When the microwave beeps he pulls himself from where he was standing between her thighs and she whines. “Hold on, baby.” Eddie soothes, slides his fingers around the microwave handle and gives it a tug. He takes out the steaming mug and looks into the frothing bubbles. He adds a couple drops of vanilla and honey, feels Y/N’s eyes on him while he does it.

“What do you do when this happens at home?” Eddie asks, stirring the milk while the spoon softly clinks against the mug.

She nuzzles further into the blanket and locks her ankles together. “You’re gonna laugh.”

“Why would I laugh?”

“Because it’s dumb.”

“Y/N-“ Eddie adds a couple more drops of vanilla and stirs again. “Nothing you do is dumb especially if it’s helping you when you’re having nightmares.” He sets down the spoon and reaches into a cabinet for the cinnamon. “So?”

“I take my blanket, go downstairs, and watch The Care Bears Movie.” She says it so quietly Eddie barely hears but he nearly doubles over clutching his chest in adoration.

“God, that’s so fucking cute.” He kisses her warm cheeks. “Not dumb at all, baby. I love Care Bears.”

“You do?”

“Yeah, they’re like the most metal bears around.” Eddie answers and she snickers, watches him take a sip from the mug and hums. “Here, you try.” He hands her the mug, not thinking about how the hazy look in her eyes and the way she’s slower than usual would impede her ability to hold a mug. But it does and Eddie barely catches it before Y/N spills milk all over hers (his) pajamas. “Shit babe!” Eddie yelps, holding the mug away from her. “Okay, I’m going to give this to you now.” He chuckles to relieve the tension from her shoulders, noticing the embarrassment that tickles her cheeks. He holds the mug up to her lips and tilts just enough so that she can sip from it. Her eyes flutter shut and she takes a long, slow sip.

“Mmm, tha’s good.”

“Isn’t it? Wayne used to do this for me when I was a kid.” Eddie recalls fondly. “Alright, now, I don’t have Care Bears but it is-“ He cranes his neck to where the green oven clock blinks back at them. “Three in the morning so I am sure that there’s some adequate cartoons on somewhere.”

Y/N smiles and cradles the side of Eddie’s head, skims her finger across his temple. “Thank you, Ed’s.”

He returns her smile and gives her a gentle peck. “No problem, baby. Arms around me,” He tells her and she does, hides her face in his throat while he maneuvers them to the couch with the mug in his hand. Settles into the corner of the couch and flips Y/N around, gets her to hold the mug with two hands while he flips through channels, deciding on The Smurfs. He takes the mug back and brings it up to her lips again, lets her sip on it a couple times before he takes it away. They do this until the mug is empty and Y/N’s body is slumped against Eddie’s, her eyes are heavy with sleep but she refuses, rubs them with her knuckles until Eddie bats them away.

“You can sleep, sweetheart. I’ll keep the bad dreams away.”

. . .

After that, Eddie tries to find more ways to make Y/N fall asleep. He pulls out his worn copy of The Fellowship of The Ring, situates her on his chest, and reads her the books under the soft light of a bedside lamp. When they’re three chapters in and she’s still wide awake, he runs her a bath. Adds bubbles from his body wash and sets out a warm fluffy towel. He sits on the floor beside the tub and makes a bubble beard on her face then yelps when she blows them back at him and they land in his hair. When that doesn’t work he drives them around town, hoping the rocking of the van would soothe her to sleep. Except, when they get back to the trailer she jumps down on the grass with the liveliness of someone who’s gotten a full nights rest. He brings her to bed and gives her three mind-blowing orgasms that tire him out but after cuddling for a mere five minutes she’s blowing on his face and poking at his sides.

Nothing is working and Eddie’s running out of ideas. Y/N’s convinced herself she’s a creature of the night but she says it half-heartedly because she would love nothing more than to curl up beside her boyfriend and sleep. Monday morning arrives and she gets ready for school in Eddie’s bathroom after a sleepless night. Runs cold water over her face until her eyes are no longer a painful red color.

The week passes in a daze of short-lived naps and stacks of assignments that build-and-build. Y/N’s having to ask for extensions in classes she’s never had problems in and now her teachers are becoming concerned. Mrs. O’Donnell catches her nodding off and embarrasses her in front of the whole class. The entire ordeal makes her cry and, after, when Robin’s helping her wipe up her smeared mascara she snaps because the lights are too bright and everything to loud and she hates the way the wet paper napkin feels on her face. Then she’s crying more, apologizing, curling in on herself and feeling too small and out of control for anything. When she gets home and cleans herself up, she calls Eddie, trembling as she clutches the cord of the landline and waits for him to pick up.

“Hello?” A deeper Munson voice crackles through the other end and Y/N sniffles and wipes her eyes with the back of her hand.

“Hi, Wayne. It’s Y/N. Is Eddie there?”

“Yeah, he’s in his room. I’ll get him. You okay?”

“Mmm-hmm.” She mutters, holding back another wave of tears while Wayne gets Eddie. He picks up the phone a moment later, breathing frantic as he fumbles the phone to his ear.

“Baby? Baby what’s wrong? Wayne said you were crying-“

“Eddie…” Her voice shakes and everything comes crashing down around her. “I’m so tired and I fell asleep in English and I got yelled at and Robin just wanted to help me but then I snapped at her and I feel so bad because she’s always so sweet to me-“

“Shit. Honey, slow down and take a deep breath.”

Y/N throws her head into her hands and sucks in a breath but its cut off by another sob. “Need you. Just need you.”

“Ok, ok. I’m on my way. Gonna take care of you alright?” Eddie promises and Y/N whimpers out agreement, hears the sound of his keys jingling. “I’ll be there in a bit, baby.”

. . .

When Eddie’s van pulls up outside her house she’s sitting on her front steps, hiccuping with her arms wrapped around herself. Eddie spills out of the front seat and runs towards her, gathers her body in his arms before she can stand. The smell and warmth of Eddie have her crying again, pitiful little sobs leaving her as Eddie rubs her back while her shoulders shake.

“M’here, sweet thing. Right here.” He presses kisses into the side of her head that isn’t buried in his hoodie and sways her. Breathes in her conditioner and clothes. Notices how her fingers curl into the fabric of his hoodie and she melts into his touch. He pulls away from her and cups her face, the rings cool against the hot trails of tears marking her cheeks. Y/N takes in his worried expression, even more apparent since his hair is pulled up in a ponytail letting her see the entirety of his face. He frowns and kisses her forehead. “Need you to take a couple breaths for me. We can do them together?”

She nods but chokes on the first slow inhale they take together, breath shaky on it’s way out.

“Good girl. Let’s do it again.”

The second breath is easier than the first, and by the third the blood rushing to her head has slowed. On the come down from it she can feel herself slipping into that fuzzy place. Her eyes are droopy and her arms feel like they’re hanging off her body. Eddie’s eyes are glassy when they look at her. The brown softer than she remembers and it almost makes her cry again.

“Shh, no more tears, sweetheart. Let’s get you home.” He throws his arm over her shoulder and helps walk to the van

. . .

Eddie runs into the drug store while Y/N stays in the car, dozing off against the window on the passengers side. He hated to leave her alone but between her weekend visits, Eddie and Wayne live on the bare minimum of groceries. He grabs a half-gallon milk jug from the fridge and a box of Cocoa Puffs. He finds the chocolate in the gift aisle and picks out an expensive one he thinks she would like. Before he can head to the register a blue plush bear catches his eye. It isn’t until he sees the little red heart on it’s side before he realizes what he’s looking at. When he turns the bear over, it’s tag reads “Bedtime Bear” and he wants to burst out laughing. The top is soft against his hands and it’s large, patchy eyes stare right through him. He stands there smiling while he imagines what Y/N would think of a Care Bear stuffy. He’s seen the other stuffed toys hiding behind her bed pillows, the ones she holds when she’s sick or sad. It’s always appeared more as a personal comfort but Eddie wonders if she would share this one with him. Then his eyes are falling to the shelf next to the Care Bears and he makes out a blush pink baby bottle decorated with smiling crescent moons.

It’s the tenderness of the thought of using it that makes everything click into place. The reason why she wants to watch children’s shows and snuggle with blankets. The sleepy, adoring film that comes across her eyes. Her willingness to let Eddie hold her however he chooses. Always slinking in behind him and watching everything he does. Those clumsy hands trying to hold onto a warm mug and failing.

He puts the bottle in the cart, checks out of the store as quickly as possible, and puts the bags in the back of the van so Y/N won’t see what’s inside. When they get back to his trailer he sends her into his bedroom while he puts away the groceries and hides the bottle in the cabinet behind old Tupperwares while he seeks out a better hiding spot.

“Eddie?” He jolts after hearing Y/N behind him. “Is Wayne here?”

“No, sweetheart. He was leaving for work when you called.”

“Oh.” She frowns and steps towards him, eyes shy and cast at the grimy tile beneath them. “I miss him.”

Eddie’s heart clenches up and he brings her close for a hug. Wraps both his arms around her back and rocks her. “I know, baby. Me too. But he’ll be back in the morning. First thing.”

“Before we wake up?”

Eddie chuckles and kisses her warm forehead. “Yeah, before we wake up.”

He puts a smile back on her face by reading her his new Hellfire notes. Does all the voices and the impressions just to make her laugh. Fixes her a bowl of ramen and feeds it to her when her she keeps dropping the fork against the bowl. They bring Eddie’s comforter onto the couch to watch He-Man, Y/N laying on top of Eddie’s chest while his hands stroke up and down her back. He can feel her body getting heavier against his as she relaxes, pushing him into the cushions of the couch. He gasps suddenly, remembering the bear.

“What?”

“Nothing, nothing. Let me up for one sec.” She whines in response but rolls off of him and bunches the comforter around herself. Eddie disappears in his bedroom and pulls the bear out from his closet along with the bar of chocolate. He holds it behind his back as he nears her, a smile growing on his lips. “Okay, you have to close your eyes.”

“What are you doing?” She giggles and Eddie hushes her and repeats himself until her eyes pinch shut. He brings the bear around from his back and places it in her lap.

“Okay, open.” Her eyes peel open and hands come around the side of the bear to pick it up.

“Is this-“ Her eyes flick up to Eddies and the dimples in her cheeks deepen as she smiles. “You got me Bedtime Bear!” She hugs the plush toy close to her chest and buries her face in the top of him. “I love him! I love him! I love him!”

“I’m glad you love him, sweetheart.” Eddie smiles and sits beside her, watching her pet over the soft bear. “I also got youuuuuu-“ He shows her the chocolate. “Dark chocolate. I read somewhere that a couple pieces can help you fall asleep. Anddd it’s the yummy kind.”

Y/N’s cheeks heat up and Eddie watches the smile on her face turn into something softer, more vulnerable. Something she reserves for him. “Thank you, Ed’s. I-I don’t know what to say.”

Eddie cups her cheeks with his hands and lays kisses all over her face. “You don’t have to say anything, sweetheart. You’re my girl. Gonna take care of you until you tell me to fuck off.”

She breathes out a chuckle and the gaze that she holds with Eddie turns hazy. Eddie’s chest swells up and fights the urge to swaddle her up and bring her close.

“Do you- do you think-“ She stumbles around her words, fiddles with Bedtime Bear and looks away. “Do you think you could make me the vanilla milk? If you want to.”

Eddie leaves a wet kiss on her lips before hugging her close, breaths in her sweet smell and rocks her. “I want to, baby. I’ll be right back, okay?”

He leaves her to her new toy and the chocolate while he bustles around in the kitchen making her milk the way she likes it. When he peers over at her from the kitchen she’s looking smaller than ever, mumbling to Bedtime Bear and playing with his arms. He thinks of the bottle hiding in the cabinet and in a moment of shamelessness fishes for it in the cabinet and approaches her with it.

She looks up from her bear, lips twitching at seeing Eddie, then her eyes fall to what he’s holding and her head cocks just a little bit. “Is that a baby bottle?”

“I saw this at the drug store, next to where I found Bedtime Bear. I don’t know why I got it but I-“ He struggles to find his words. “I noticed sometime it’s hard for you to hold the mug and I’m worried you’re going to maybe drop it on yourself one of these days and I don’t want you to get burnt. But ah,” He fishes for more words to say, to explain why he thought buying her something that’s meant for babies was a good idea.

Her eyes stay fixed on the bottle, heart fluttering at the way his ringed fingers wrapped around the pink bottle. The fuzzy feeling seeped in and consumed her. She was slipping fast without any chance of stopping.

“I was wondering if maybe I could… maybe… feed it to you in the bottle if—“ Eddie takes a deep breath but he dosen’t let it out. “If you’re okay with that.” He reaches the hand that’s not holding the bottle to mess with his ponytail back and she can see how nervous he is from the way his eyebrows are screwed up together. “I just thought it might be better because then we don’t have to worry about you spilling and you can lay down when you drink it or snuggle with Bedtime Bear or-“

He’s cut off with the thud of her flying onto his chest, squeezing around him so tight he can’t breathe. He hesitates hugging her back but then she’s crying again, locking her arms around his shoulders while she shakes.

“Shit, I’m sorry, honey. I’m sorry.” He starts apologizing but she interjects, shaking her head while she sniffles.

“No, no. I-“ She lets out a breath. “Nobody’s ever… ever wanted to…” She’s blubbering and crying again, clutching onto him and her bear. “I love you.”

“Oh, sweetheart.” Eddie wraps himself around her, nearly crying himself from the relief. “I love you too, so much.”

. . .

Eddie pours the milk from the mug into the bottle and screws the top on tight. Flips it over to make sure its closed and checks the temperature of the liquid on his wrist. Y/N watches him approach her slowly, narrating everything he’s doing and asking her if everything was okay. It was all okay with her. Even though her heart was racing in her ears there was still a sense of safety that Eddie gave her. She maneuveres herself across Eddie’s lap and follows his hushed instructions.

“Lay back on my arm, baby, there you go.” He holds her head on the inside of his elbow, his hand coming round to her shoulder. She can feel his rings over the shirt, a cool feeling that grounds her. Then they’re shuffling around again while Eddie pulls the comforter around them, fishes for Bedtime Bear and tucks the blanket around him too. “Okay, you comfy?”

“Yeah, m’comfy. Love you.”

“And I love you, sweetheart.” They share another kiss before Eddie holds up the bottle and tips it towards her. He doesn’t move it again, or talk. Just waits patiently for her to make the choice to open her mouth for it. And when she does she’s met with sweet praise and reassurances.

The milk tastes even sweeter than before and makes her body feel all warm. She blinks at Eddie through lidded eyes and reaches a hand up to swipe his teary ones. She can feel the love pouring out of him all at once and it makes her cry too. Then they’re just sniffling on his couch, watching each other, while Eddie feeds Y/N a bottle.

She’s realizing how much she’s needed this. The patience to just be small and soft and float away on that cloud that spreads throughout her until everything tingles pleasantly. She stops crying to smile at the feeling of it and Eddie mimics her.

“What’s got you all smiley?” He turns his head into her palm and kisses it.

“You.” Her voice is muffled by the bottle but Eddie still hears her and the corners of his eyes crack in a grin. “I lub you.”

He leans forward until his nose is pressed into the crown of her head. He breathes her in slowly and closes his eyes. Turns his cheek onto her head and starts swaying the both of them. “You have no idea how much I’ve needed this. Needed to love you and do this for you.” He pulls his head back to look at her glassy eyes and apple cheeks. “Is it okay?”

Eddie’s referring to the milk but also to the entire situation. He’s always scared he’s going to overstep with her. That his doting and babying will make her want to run away. His heart squeezes up while he waits for her response. And it comes, delivered around the bottle with a droplet of milk sticking to her bottom lip.

“’S perfect, Ed’s.” Fuck. He wants to cry all over again. Squeeze her up tight and keep her on his lap where he can always watch her and take care of her every need.

“Good, I’m glad.”

She falls asleep halfway through and Eddie spends a while just watching her. Makes sure her face doesn’t twitch up from any nightmares and keeps her bear from slipping from her arms. Doesn’t make any moves to wrongly rock or disturb her and after an hour of him rocking her, he’s wondering if she’s asleep enough to take to bed. He tries to stand up with her as smoothly as possible but his legs almost give out from underneath him and he almost drops her all together. But once he’s standing he makes his way to his bedroom, dragging the comforter behind them, and situating her on the bed with his pillows around her and her bear tucked to her chest. He closes the window and put the comforter back on the bed. Slides in behind her and pulls her into his front.

“G’night, sweetheart.”

. . .

She wakes up still feeling soft. Eddie’s arms are wrapped around her and her head is nuzzles into Bedtime Bears tummy. She feels good. She forgot what it was like to wake up and feel rested. Her mouth falls open in a yawn and she stretches out her legs and arms to stretch. Wiggles her fingers and her toes. Picks up Bedtime Bear and rolls over to Eddie. He’s still sleeping, hair fallen out from his ponytail and falling over his face. She moves it behind his ear and his nose crinkles.

“Mmm, baby?” He croaks out, peering open one eye. “Wha’ time is it?”

“Dunno. No school today.”

He rubs his eye with the heal of his hand. “You wanna skip?”

She hums and leans into Eddie’s warm body, pulls her knees up to her hips so she can make herself smaller to fit into his side. “Just wanna stay with you.”

Eddie turns his head to her and delivers sleepy kisses onto her hairline. “Okay, we can skip. You feeling okay? Did you have bad dreams?”

She shakes her head. “No, I had good dreams. Just want to be small for a bit longer.”

Eddie pulls her closer and snuggles back into her. “You’re so sweet. My sweet girl. Love you so much.” He mumbles it into her skin while his eyes pull him back to sleep.

“Do you think we could-“ She traces her fingers over the lettering on his shirt. “Do that again? Like today?”

Eddie’s lips break into a smile and he leans forward to kiss her. “Of course we can, sweetheart. Whenever you want.”

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #caregiver!eddie #little!reader #eddie munson fic #this is so soft and sweet i cannot #part 2????#writings

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like-what-the-fuck-scoob · 1 year

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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."

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deadpoetskiddo · 11 months

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Jealousy, Jealousy

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

Word count: 471

Warnings: hurt/comfort, insecurities

Request?: yes/no

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

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

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

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

Why did it have to be her?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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sunshine-n-raccoons · 1 year

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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.

• • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • •

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.

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

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bunniesnuggie · 2 years

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~ Jealous baby ~

cg!eddie munson x (fem) insecure/crybaby little!reader

Summary: Eddie's baby gets her feelings hurt after seeing him and Chrissy talking in the woods.

The final bell rang as you headed to the woods in the back of the school. You were meeting Eddie at your guys’ spot so he could drive you home. This was a daily occurrence, with you not driving and your fear of crowds, it was the perfect spot to wait for him. Normally, you’d have to wait about 10 minutes for Eddie. For the school ‘freak’ he sure has a lot of people who want to talk to him, you don’t mind, it’s a nice spot to just sit and relax. You were approaching the clearing when you heard your boyfriend's boisterous laugh, smiling to yourself. You had been slipping since the beginning of 5th and all you wanted was your dada. But as the bench came into view, your smile dropped and your eyebrows furrowed.

Chrissy was with him. Maybe she was just buying from him? She giggled at him, lifting her perfectly manicured fingers to her shining smile. Suddenly, Eddie flipped back and off the bench. You flinched slightly thinking he saw or heard you, but he immediately turned his attention to the blonde. Jumping and pointing at her, with a huge grin on his face. Making her laugh even harder, throwing her head back, silky ponytail bouncing behind her.

“Yes! Yes! You remember, you should totally come see us play sometime..”

Everything else is muffled out. Tears filled your eyes, no matter how hard you tried to blink them away. You were hiding behind a tree at this point, watching them like a creepy stalker. Feeling your heart shatter at the interaction. Of course you were proud of your boyfriend and all his achievements, you loved that someone knew and remembered his band. You loved that people wanted to come and see them play. You didn’t love that the girl you’ve envied for four years was being invited personally by your boyfriend. You didn’t love that she was making your Dada’s eyes shine as he laughed, looking perfect while doing it. You hate that he’s making her laugh, in your guys’ spot. Suddenly you heard him invite her over to his place, what?

You couldn’t take it anymore. So you ran, you ran so fast you could feel your tears flying off your cheeks. You ran through the field and into the school, you stumbled through the hallways a bit before stopping at the lunch room. The mathletes we’re meeting and you knew Gareth would be there, using the club to help him study for an upcoming test. You pushed open the door and poked in your head,

“Um - Gareb- uh Gareth? Can- Can you come here, please?” you sniffled out, looking at him with puppy eyes. He immediately threw down his pencil and came out into the empty hallway with you. “Fairy, what's wrong? What happened? Where’s dada?” he immediately knew you were regressed. When you met him, you guys just clicked, became friends instantly and after Eddie basically appointed him to be your godparent. If he’s not there, Gareth takes care of you, he's even come over for playdates.

Hearing his name made you immediately sob, falling into Gareth arms, “G-garebear h-he, dada - he,”

He wrapped his arms around you, shushing you, and started swaying side to side. “Slow down Fairy, just breathe. Follow me ok?” he set your hand on his chest, over his heart and held you for a second, letting you calm down. Once your breathing returned to normal he asked you what happened,

“Dada was wif Cwissy, in-in our spot! an he was smiley an makin her laugh an she make him laugh - an he was bein all silly wif her - li-like he is wif me! an he-he invite her over!”

You started to work yourself up again, but Gareth shushed you and rubbed your back. He was racking his brain of what to say, of course he was upset with Eddie for hurting you, but he also knows that it wasn’t anything scandalous. Eddie loves you, is obsessed with you, everyone knows that. But he’s aware your little brain is very sensitive and doesn’t understand things as they are sometimes.

“Oh Fairy, I'm sorry, you know your Daddy loves you very much, he talks about you all the time! He made you a little elf for Kas in DnD and he’s always telling us about the cute things you do! He shows us all the amazing pictures you draw, in fact I think that’s all that he has in his locker. You're his favorite person ever, Little one. Don’t you ever think differently.” he was being very serious, while still speaking to you softly, “now why don’t we go find him and make this all better hmm? He probably got worried about you when you didn’t show up Fairy.”

Hearing that made you sad, you didn’t want to worry Daddy. You nodded and pulled on his hand, trying to go back to the door. He smiled and wrapped your fingers together, guiding you out. When you opened the large door you found a disgruntled looking Eddie on the other side,

“Oh Angel! Thank god, I was worried! Where have you been?!? you didn’t come to the bench and you weren’t in your final class?? I thought something happened!“

He grabbed you and pulled you into a big hug, lifting your feet off the ground. He didn’t put you down. “Gareth what the he- heck man. You know she’s supposed to meet in the woods, I was worried sick! You told me you’d take care of her!” Eddie blamed his friend, pulling you tighter into him. You shook your head but was interrupted before you could defend him.

“Hey man, chill out. She was with me because someone was with somebody else when you guys were supposed to meet. Somebody you know she doesn’t like. She was a good girl, she went to meet you like she’s supposed to. What were you doing, having a comedy show? Inviting the cheer team to your house?” sure he was being snippy but you were the baby. He protected you too

Eddie felt like an idiot, and he was looking at the two of you like one too. Of course you saw and he can see how it looked, especially to his little baby. His shy, sensitive, sweet baby. And of course he knows how she makes you feel, he knows about everything that makes you feel sad. Normally, destroying whatever it is, now it’s him. He shook his head and pushed you out to arms distance so he could look you in the eye,

“Princess, I am so sorry. Chrissy came over to buy some stuff and she was uncomfy. I was trying to make her laugh and feel better, she-she told me she thought I looked mean, I just - I wanted her to know I wasn’t. She wanted more than I had on me so I was gonna meet her at our place, to get more stuff. She was excited to meet you, she thinks that you're really pretty too Bunny, but knows you're shy. I’m sorry that it looked different, baby, I would never want to make anyone laugh as much as I wanna see you laugh. And no one can make me as happy or laugh as much as you. She may have made me laugh, but you make me happy, Pretty girl.”

Eddie was almost panting by the end, putting in all his effort for you to see his sincerity. He can’t lose you. Your lip trembled and he thought you were gonna push him away. You pulled on his neck and shoved your head in chest. He immediately picked you up, wrapping your legs around him, not even caring about anyone that may still be here. It’s just clubs and staff anyway.

“You not scawy dada, you funny an nice. You take goo’ care uh me an’ luh’ me. Dey don’ know real you.” your brows were furrowed, you hated that the jocks judged your daddy, it wasn’t fair. You became sad again thinking of the way the pretty cheerleader looked at you daddy, “buh i don wike when pwetty giwls look at you wike dat. she- she so pwetty an perfec” you pouted at him with watery eyes. And if that didn’t break both mens hearts, he pulled you tighter into him, kissing your head and left the school.

Gareth grabbed your bag that you had dropped and followed you and Eddie to his van. Eddie promptly hopped in the car and just sat in the back van holding you, letting his friend put your bag on the seat. Once the door shut, Gareth leaned in and rubbed his hand on your back. Leaning down to look at your face,

“Are you better now Fairy? Got your dada hmm?” he softly asked, pulling out the paci he snagged from your bag and sliding it in your mouth, “Next time, just tell him ok? He won’t be mad and you’ll be able to fix it faster. But then come tell me so I can punish Daddy, deal?” he held out his pinky, that made you smile, locking fingers with him. He smiled back and sat up straight, looking at Eddie, “Eddie, dude, I care about you, I love you like a brother. But don’t think that I won’t kick your uh- butt if you're a jerk to the baby, got it?” Eddie just playfully glared at him and gave a sarcastic smile, flipping him off behind your head. Gareth laughed as he headed out to his own car. “Bye Fairy!” you both waved to each other, blowing kisses as he left the van.

Eddie kissed you head, then your brows, the nose, cheeks and finally over you paci guard,

“I'm sorry angel, I know how she makes you feel. I’m such an idiot, I didn’t even think of you being insecure about her - it’s no excuse, but you're perfect to me baby. You're my pretty girl - my perfect girl. I forget you can’t see that sometimes. But it’s ok, I'll remind you for the rest of your life if I have to. Even if you don’t want me anymore, I'll still love you and think of you as my perfect angel. I love you more than anything and anyone. More than DnD, more than pot, more than ozzy. No one has anything on you my Princess. You're my soulmate, my bunny, my sweet little baby, my concert buddy! And I love you, so so much.”

He hugged you tighter to him with each declaration, tearing up slightly at the thought of you thinking badly of yourself. You squeezed back. Giving him bunny kisses. “I never wan you to go nowhere dada, I wuv you.” You snuggled into him, eyes fluttering, body tired after all those feelings.

He smiled at you, kissing your nose again. It would take lots of time, and lots of reassurance for you to start to believe him, but he would stay till the end of time, telling you over and over again how gorgeous you are and how much he loves his pretty girl.

“My little jealous baby, you have nothing to worry about.” He can’t say it doesn’t make him feel loved.

A/n: the long awaited Chrissy “angst”, sorry it took me so long!! also ft Gareth bc i love him 🥹 big thank you to @bootlegmothman420 for the Gareth hc that he calls you Fairy 🤍

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eddiessidegirl · 1 year

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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.

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slasherbabi · 2 years

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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."

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ellieisaflower · 1 year

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Stranger things Masterlis´ˎ˗

Main Masterlist || Requests open

୨୧ ┊Eddie Munson

(❈) Fun Day (coming soon)

୨୧ ┊Steve Harrington

(❈) Fun Day (coming soon)

୨୧ ┊Robin Buckley

(❈) Fun Day (Coming soon)

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jjtheresidentbaby · 2 years

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Hey could I please request a cg Steve and Eddie with little reader pls? Where the reader gets anxious and bites there lips and nails until they bleed so Steve and Eddie make a chain or bracelet to help stop that? Or them just comforting with anxiety. Thank you and I hope you have a good day :) xxxx

Necklace | Steve Harrington x Eddie Munson x Reader

A/n: I hope you don’t mind me having chewable necklaces be a thing in the 80s

Genre: hurt/comfort, fluff

Warnings: blood, bleeding lips, anxiety, nicknames

You bounce your leg restlessly while standing in front of Eddie’s trailer, you feel yourself going small already, getting here on your bike was a struggle of itself but neither of your partners opening the door has you more anxious.

The copper taste of blood hits your tongue before you come to the realization that you’ve chewed on your lips so bad that they’ve started to bleed, again. You try to wipe it off with your sleeve, it does nothing but stain the yellow color of Steve’s sweater that you’ve stolen.

“Y/n! Hey baby I was just about to call and ask if you were on your-.” Eddie stops his fast ramble he was starting into when you don’t immediately follow him inside. Instead you pause over the threshold looking around for Steve, feeling dread twist in your stomach when you don’t see the brunette.

“Woah, Woah, sweetheart you’re bleeding.” Eddie’s right there, taking your face in his hands to stare in concern.

“W-where’s Stevie?” You almost start to cry, blinking widely at Eddie’s soft expression.

“He’s gone to the store but will be back in a minute, are you feeling small?” The mumble in your voice probably gave you away, you nod before letting Munson lead you over to the kitchen where he grabs a tissue for your lips.

“I know I need to get this under control, save the lecture.” It’s always been a horrible habit, one you’ve tried to break multiple times, only to fail at each one.

“It’s okay, Steve might have something that’ll help.” Right on queue, Steve’s bustling through the door with a large paper bag in his arms and a mutter about that door always sticking when he’s carrying stuff.

“You’re here! Great! I got you a gift!” Steve glances at where you hold the tissue against your mouth but moves past it to start digging around in the bag.

“Okay so Robin told me about this thing she got Nance to stop chewing her hair and it sounded perfcet! Tada! It’s a chewable necklace!” Steve grins as he holds the item up, a small circle of blue silicon tied on a black string that loops through the hole between the silicon bit.

Harrington is slipping the item around your neck before you can question how this will help, he takes the tissue away from your lips then shoves the necklace right into your mouth, causing a confused noise to escape your throat. Steve only smiles at you, as if that helps.

“It’s like a teether! Y’know you chew on it instead of your lips but you can use it when you’re big too.” He explains when you and Eddie just stare.

“That’s great, but won’t it break?” Steve shakes his head, picking the item up to bend it with his fingers and show how durable it is.

“Nope, now chew away little one!” Steve exclaims in a tone you’ve only ever heard when Eddie ropes you two into playing dnd, it’s dorky if you’ve ever heard dorky.

“You’re a dork Harrington.”

“Yet you both love me.”

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like-what-the-fuck-scoob · 1 year

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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

"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."

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honeyspiders10 · 2 years

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Uh can i ask if you would write things with out readers in them?

Its okay if not, but i was just wondering if both the caregiver and the little could be characters :3

Yes I do write stuff like that!! I write character x character ships! And caregiver!character x little!character! It also doesn't have to be romantic. It could be platonic too. It's up to you!! Feel free to request, just make sure you take a look at my pinned post so you know what fandoms I write for!!

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Toodles!

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sunshine-n-raccoons · 1 year

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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.

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

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bunniesnuggie · 2 years

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I’m probably gonna ask again but I love your Cg!Eddie sm (you can ignore this if you want tho! :)) I can’t stop imagining Eddie having a little who goes nonverbal (cause sometimes I like to do that when I’m small) and it’s bedtime so he brushes their teeth for them after giving them a bath and putting on comfy pjs and he like cradles them in bed while they suck on his finger cause they cousins find their paci :,) honestly this is just something I’d want to do with him- 😭💔

i’d never ignore you my angel 🥺 also sorry this took so long, i was supposed to keep it short🧍🏻‍♀️ i’m not good at that

~ Bedtime Bear ~

cg!eddie munson x nonverbal (gn)little!reader

summary: bedtime with dada eddie and very small, very snuggly baby.

not proofed

*have i used this one yet? :3*

“angel its 7:30, time for bubbles!”

your daddy said as he lifted you off the floor by your armpits, securing your legs around his waist. you simply hummed as he walked you into the small bathroom. he set you down on the closed toilet, being sure he placed a towel down beforehand. he turned on the tap and dipped his fingers underneath the running water, waiting till it was the perfect temperatures before plugging the tub,

“alright peanut, you want vanilla cupcake, bubblegum, strawberry, orrr lavender bubbles for tonight’s aquatic voyage,” he asked while digging through you bathroom basket holding your bath toys and things. when you didn’t answer him he looked up to you, seeing you staring at your wiggling toes, giggling at them. he smiled to himself, already knowing. he pulled you down onto the mat on the floor so you wouldn’t fall and cupped your cheeks in his large hands,

“my sweet little baby, feeling extra tiny right now hmm?” he cooed at you. he then poured in your lavender bubbles, knowing you have a hard time sleeping when so small. he threw in all the toys that would be ok if you put them in you mouth and grabbed the tear free soaps from the shower caddy.

“okay lovie, let me get you undressed. lay down please?”

you were just in a onesie and fluffy socks, your favorite at home little outfit. he helped you lay back on the fuzzy bath mat and unsnapped the buttons of your onesie,

“arms up cutie pie,”

you lifted them above your head and let him pull it off, as well as your underwear. he then pulled off your socks, pinching your little toes when they pop out, making you giggle at him. when he picked you up you rewrapped yourself around him and started playing with his hair, babbling slightly. he set you in the warm, bubbly water. you immediately picked up your rubber ducky and put its head in your mouth. eddie smiled, knew it.

of course he gave you a shampoo mohawk while singing a black flag song not very well, calling you his little rocker. during rinse time he made sure to not get the water on your face, knowing it’s a sensory issue for you. while he washed your body with your little loofa he told a story of a little fish who lived in rain puddle, trying to distract you from your least favorite part. he picked you up, not caring about his clothes getting wet and then wraps you in your little duck towel. squeezing you when your little teeth chatter,

“hold on angel, dada will warm you up,” he ran with you to his bedroom and jumped on the bed with you landing on top of him, bouncing a bit, making you shriek and giggle. after drying your skin, he lays you out on your little blankie and hands you a teether to chew on. he quickly powders your little tush and puts on your pull-up, knowing you are prone to accidents at night, especially so small. then he grabs your nighttime baby lotion and has you hold the bottle while he applies it to your skin. being sure to get your elbows and knees really well. he tickles you feet while doing your toes then puts a difference pair of fuzzy socks on (secret to baby soft feet). then he holds up two onesies, one long sleeve with long legs one and one short sleeve with no legs,

“which one my little peanut?”

you point to the long sleeve, he smiles and dramatically throws the other back into the drawer. he puts you head through being careful to pull your hair, and snaps the bottom for you.

“nice warm snuggle bug,

he picks you up and bring you back to the bathroom. he set you on the counter between his legs so you stay still and pulled out your detangler and hair brush, as well as your small toothbrush and bubblegum tooth paste,

“ok little pumpkin, teeth or hair first?”

you simply giggled and put the tooth brush in you mouth, chewing on on it. “teeth it is,” he chuckled. he pulled the brush back from you, softly hushing your whine and put a small dollop on the brush head.

“ok sweetheart open wide, like a crocodile, like dada showed you,” he told you while holding your jaw in one hand and pastel tooth brush in the other. you did as he said and he started immediately, knowing you hate it. “good job honey, now can you give me you sharky smile?” you flashed a grin to him, “good baby, just like that” he quickly scrubbed the front and sides of your teeth, telling you when to spit. you leaned over the sink and just let your tongue loll out, he scrunched up his nose and wiped the toothpaste from your chin. he then grabbed the spray and covered your eyes with his big hand,

“ok muffin, close your pretty little eyes, don’t wanna make ‘em all stingy,”

he sprays and quickly combs through you wet hair, pulling it into loose pigtails at your nape. he kisses your head and goes to set you on the floor. to which you whine and pout, kicking up your feet before they can touch the ground. he just laughs out an “ok ok sorry” and let’s you koala cling to his chest. he takes you with him to the kitchen to make you nightly bottle. letting you help add the ingredients, pretending not to see you sneak extra sugar. he adds the lid and shakes it up before popping it into the microwave. while waiting, he slightly swayed the both of you as you played with the ends of his hair again.

he pulled the bottle out of the microwave before taking a quick sip to check the temperature. perfect. he brought you both back into his room, turning on the nightlight on the way. he set you under the covers, being sure to give you your blankey and stuffie. he quickly got in his pjs, having had taken his shower that morning. before he got tucked in with you, he made sure that your paci was within reach, knowing you’ll want it after you bottle.

“c’mere angel, dada wants cuddles!”

he opened his arms, which you happily climbed into, settling you head in the junction of his neck and fisting his soft band tee. he slipped the nipple into your mouth and you immediately started suckling the sweet milk, your sleepy eyes fluttering. he took a second to admire you before you little brows were furrowing and you were poking him with your eyes closed,

“sorry baby! i know i know. ok let’s see hmmmm… ahh i know. once upon a time, long ago, in not so far place there lived a sweet little pink bunny and rad fire breathing red dragon!!!”

midway through you wrapped you little fingers around his ringlets again, making him smile. his story went on till he felt you slump against him and heard the empty sounds of your bottle. he gently took it from you, slipping your paci in before you could fuss. kissing your nose and cheeks,

“i love you so so much.”

he laid down and snuggled around you more. falling into a deep sleep filled with happy dreams of you.

a/n : i’m gonna take a tiny break from requests because i’m getting a little stressy 😅 but i have some headcanons i wanna wrote so dw, i’ll still be posting :)

i was really excited about the plot but i feel like this is really bad i’m sorry :( it’s all lowercase too and that’s blahhhh

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🎀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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