(let's try this again.......im a dumbass I swear) Hi^^ I'm Stiles, I'm non-binary. They/they pronouns My age? 21, little age? 4-5. Oh! If you have read my agere fando fics on AO3 or Wattpad. You will know me as "Taka". I do write age regression fics for all kinds of fandoms and apparently I draw them too? We'll see how that goes!
{i will be adding my fics as i go on writing them}🌙
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here's where you can find me, c.ai user is ‘Blueberrystars666’
Non-agere art Tumblr I go by blue on there
wattpad
AO3
Bluesky
Hazbin Hotel
⭐️ Little Fawn little Alastor
🌙 Nap Time little Vaggie
⭐️ Surprise! little Alastor
🌙 The Mittens little Arackniss
Life Is Strange
⭐️ Tiny Photographer little Max
🌙 Pizza? Definitely Calls For Movie Night little Max
⭐️Chocolate Goodness little Max
🌙The Rattling Storm little max
⭐️Old, Yet New To Some little max(draft)
🌙She Was Here The Whole Time little max (draft)
⭐️For Baby? No, For Max little max (draft)
Helluva Boss
🌙 Pumpkin Patch little Blitzo
⭐️ Little Hours little Moxxie
🌙 Let's Be Little Together Littles Fizz & Blitzo
⭐️ Tadpole little Fizzarolli
🌙 A Non Mud-Puppy little Moxxie (draft coming soon)
Beetlejuice TV Series 1989 (100% regressed Lydia)
⭐️ The Corpse Crop Carnival
🌙 The Littlest Ghoul's Kitchen
⭐️ Pumpkin,Bones,an Beetles
🌙 Bucket Of Candy Webs
⭐️ The Crumble Of The Living Bread
🌙 Pumpkin Wings and Neitherworld Things
⭐️ Aisle Be Seeing You In The Neitherworld
🌙 The Day The Apples Screamed Back
⭐️ When The House Got Too Quiet
🌙 The Ghost, the girl, and the giggle leafs
⭐️ Reservations under the ghost with the most
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Haikyuu
⭐️ Cartoons & A Berry-Breakfast little Shouyo
🌙 The Case Of The Sniffles little Akaashi
⭐️ Dinosaurs & Sandwiches little Kei
🌙 Sugarplum Soft Nights little Suga
⭐️ Color The Universe Together little Tooru
🌙 The Taste Of Gentle Things little Kiyoomi
⭐️ Let's Take A Break little Kenma
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Teen Wolf (98% of this is regressed stiles)
🌙 The Wolf's Kit
⭐️ Gaming & Kisses
🌙 He's Just A Baby littles Issac & Stiles
⭐️ Magnus Bane The Loved Babysitter of Brooklyn littles Alec & Stiles (Shadowhunters crossover)
🌙 Mischievous Bat little stiles
⭐️ Cozy Night (draft coming soon)
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Heathers 1988
🌙 Small hours little Jason Dean
⭐️ Passed Nap Time little Veronica
🌙 A Cold Day Out little Jason Dean (part 2 draft coming soon)
⭐️ Breakfast For Mommy Little Veronica (draft coming soon)
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The Lost Boys 1987 (50% of this is the lost boys and Michael being poly by the way)
🌙 Shopping littles Marko & Michael
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Scream 1996
⭐ Stubborn baby little Billy (draft coming soon)
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Angel the series 1999 (98% Regressed Spike)
⭐ Think Before Assuming
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Scooby Doo
⭐️ Just Keep Driving Next Time slight regressed Velma
Doctor Who 2005 (100% regressed Rose Tyler)
🌙 You could have the whole world..yet you choose me
Stranger Things ( 99% of this is regressed Steve because there isn't enough fics)
⭐️ It's Okay
🌙 Classification Results
⭐️ Little Helper
🌙 The One Time He Finally Let Himself Be Loved
⭐️ You Need Stuff Stevie-Bee (draft coming soon)
🌙 Circe (draft coming soon)
⭐️ Warmest Heart
Rise Of The Teenage Mutant Ninga Turtles
🌙 Stuck like a duck-or a big toddler hatching little raph
Voltron (100% regressed Lance)
⭐️ Little Pumpkin
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My Hero Academia (98% regressed katsuki)
⭐️ Dadazawa's Scaft little Katsuki
🌙 Stuffie little katsuki
⭐️ Fall Festival Fun little Katsuki
🌙 Papa Doesn't Have Time For Bullshit little Katsuki
⭐️ He's A Sweetheart little Katsuki
🌙 New Friend little Katsuki & Ciel(Black Butler)
⭐️ Hickeys And Cookie Making little Katsuki
🌙 Adorable little Katsuki
⭐️ Dada's Natural Hair Color little Katsuki
🌙 Mr. & Mrs. Shimura slight little Katsuki
⭐️ Little Thief little Katsuki
🌙 Just Napping little Katsuki
⭐️ Don't Tease The Baby little Katsuki
🌙 Daddy's Timeout(Oboro is in Trouble) slight little Katsuki
⭐️ Kat Sitting(Babysitter Touya) little Katsuki
🌙 Sick Baby little Katsuki
⭐️ Hatchling sight little Katsuki
🌙 Protective Birds slight little Katsuki
⭐️ The Tadpole Prince little Katsuki
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Marvel
🌙 Sleepy Boy little peter parker
⭐️ The Pup's Birthday little peter parker
🌙 A Day with Papa & Kitty Little Peter Parker (draft coming soon)
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Percy Jackson( no tv show related crap. it's not my thing.)
🌙 Little Assistant little nico
DC Comics
⭐️ Bubba little Tim
🌙 Rainy Day little Bruce W
⭐️ Visitors little Bruce w
🌙 Fall leafs & pumpkins little Bruce w
⭐️ Playdate littles Barry & Bruce w
🌙 Home Alone little Raven (part two draft coming soon)
⭐ Pancakes! little Harley
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I kinda wish we had like a secret app where it was a mix of instagram but with admins an it was for caregivers and regressors ,and no I mean something completely different from discord cuz that’s not what I wish for, I mean like you could post anonymously or publicly there, you have to be 18, dms , message board like wattpad has , before following a person it would let you see a preview of the bio an name , request follow , just something ment for the caregivers, flips , and age regressors
....Cain gave them another 'nice' adventure.....to bad when Pomni has fun the sun hates her an gives her sunburns.....Ragatha will definitely be having some colorful words with the ring leader..... someone get this baby a popsicle an some aloe 🥺…….i got inspired by one of @mitsukkii ‘s art piece of Ragatha feeding Pomni , the beach episode played in my head..then baby thoughts won an that’s how this happened
Thoughts on my maybe pfp? Yes there’s cosmic brownie hair clips in the hair I was feeling cute about it…the shirt just reminds me of Lance from Voltron…anyway uh thoughts? This cutie is genderless btw
🩺🧸Micheal ‘Robby’ Robinavitch Age Regression Caregiver Headcanons 🧸🩺
My C.ai caregiver robby bot
Robby is the type to wear whatever simple or ridiculous bracelet you make him. He will wear it all day , during work(if he needs to take it off he gives it to Dana for safe keeping) all day just to let you he absolutely loves it.
🍎 if Robby’s little is a doctor like him(*cough* you or Dennis *cough*) , he will take you to a empty room , or down to the stairwell, generally just anywhere without to much people around. Why? Because he doesn’t know how open his little wants to be on the verge of slipping. What he doesn’t do is give a moment to calm yourself collect your thoughts an gives you a plan on what happens next. You can clock out , sit by Dana or anyone else you trust while he continues working a taking your patients. Or you work through the day an he takes you home…not without stopping at McDonald’s for a kids meal….
when Robby’s little is in between headspaces, he allows them a lil keychain plush to be hooked on their doctor ID badge to little with to help them focus just a little bit if they are also in the middle of talking to a patient.
🍎 He doesn’t make a big deal out of caregiving. It’s not flashy. It’s consistent, his version of affection is reliability. He shows up. Every time. He treats regression the same way he treats a trauma case, with a calm voice, steady hands, zero judgment.
He never infantilizes in a condescending way. He respects vulnerability. If someone is small, overwhelmed, or nonverbal, he immediately shifts into low, soothing tones and clear, simple instructions. He doesn’t panic. Even if the regressor is spiraling, he remains grounded, which makes them feel a tad bit easier almost instantly.
🍎 He notices before they say anything. He’s observant , the mentality smaller posture, softer speech, clinginess, glassy eyes. If they nod or get shy, he offers his hand instead of grabbing them.
He hums absentmindedly while soft lil tunes to his Littles (especially when making snacks or tidying up with said little). He’ll wrap them in a blanket without comment if they’re getting droopy.
🍎 If his little is also Jewish like he is , he might incorporate familiar comfort traditions, warm bread, simple homey meals , especially when they’re anxious.(I am not Jewish so if that’s wrong or if there’s a specific kosher snack you like please tell me so I can edit it in for more comfort)
If he finds out someone teases them for regressing? His entire demeanor changes. He face immediately has that look moms have that was ‘That’s enough’ , the kind of facial expression that shuts a room down, he will physically positions himself between them and whatever is stressing them. Hand always resting lightly at their back or shoulder
🍎 Robby will absolutely give you a cookie if you did a good just to see you smile. Like if the staff gets cookies? He gives you an extra second one.
bedtime? Your lil ritual of bathing , brushing teeth , an anything else you do goes first. Then it’s pjs an he’ll either be in bed with you curled up against him or he’ll sit at the end of the bed an reads whatever book you picked for bedtime.
🍎 he absolutely 100% has a motorcycle helmet for his little. He may not wear one himself but he definitely has one just for little’s safety..it might bite him in the ass one day..but that’s for another day
Robby likes to buy your toys at a thief shops so he can repair or paint them to look new or unique just for you. Wooden toys? He paints them to whatever his little’s mind can come up with within reason. He’s not the best painter but if it’s good enough to make his little one happy then he’s happy
It took all last night plus this morning an afternoon to finish this........mind you the longest part was the cow cuz I've never drawn a cow before an my dumbass wanted a detailed cow caff for Dennis to cuddle with.......so uh yeah here's the farm baby, Dennis whom I've been calling Blueberry in a daft fic I'm working on....
(.......so this was supposed to be posted last thurday, but my ass got sick an i did not feel at all good so i wasn't able to post much so with being said i hope you enjoy)
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The apartment was quiet in that special way only late nights could manage, outside of Arcadia Bay hummed softly distant cars, the ocean whispering somewhere far off, a stray seagull cawing into the dark. Inside, everything was warm and still, the little kitchen light over the sink was the only thing glowing, casting gentle shadows across the countertops. Right now in a apartment a lil bit next to campus of a college, home a trouple, one of them was Rachel whom slept sprawled dramatically across her side of the bed, one arm flung over Chloe's waist , said other young woman had kicked off most of the blankets in her sleep, one knee hanging over the edge of the mattress. Max had been dreaming about photography about light leaking through windows and catching dust motes just right when she woke up with that familiar restless feeling in her chest, as her eyes blinked open slowly. Her thoughts were fuzzy and soft around the edges, like she'd woken up halfway through a nap. She rolled onto her side carefully, watching Rachel breathe, then Chloe. Their faces were relaxed, unguarded in sleep.
Max hugged her pillow, her tummy made a quiet little noise, she considered waking one of them. But she didn't, instead, she slipped out of bed as quietly as she could, tugging Chloe's oversized hoodie around herself. The sleeves swallowed her hands. Her socks slid a little on the hardwood as she padded down the hallway.
The kitchen light clicked on, Max blinked at the brightness, then climbed onto one of the stools at the counter. She rested her chin in her hands and stared at the cabinets, as she thought of what exactly to make…Cookies sounded right. She slid off the stool and opened the pantry, after some determined searching, she found flour, sugar, chocolate chips, and a box of baking soda that might've been older than Chloe's last haircut.
Once everything was gathered up, Max dragged a chair over so she could reach the counter better. Or well to actually just sit on her knees on it actually, she poured flour into a bowl very carefully. Some of it may have missed said bowl as she cracked an egg with more enthusiasm than technique. A bit of shell went in, she fished it out with serious concentration.
She stirred slowly, tongue peeking out as she mixed butter and sugar together. Her movements were small and earnest, like every step mattered very much.
By the time Rachel wandered into the kitchen, rubbing sleep from her eyes, Max had flour on her nose and chocolate chips stuck to the cuff of Chloe's hoodie. Rachel froze in the doorway, for a moment, she just watched. Max had poured the vanilla into the bowl without spilling. She hummed softly to herself, some half remembered tune.
"Hey, sweetheart”
Max startled just a little, then turned around, her face lit up immediately.
"Mommy! I makin cookies."
"Well” Rachel murmured, brushing flour from Max's cheek with her thumb. "That's ambitious for midnight."
"Couldn't sleep."
Rachel smiled and kissed her temple. "How old do you feel, baby?"
"...little."
Rachel stood and grabbed a clean apron from the drawer, slipping it over Max's head and tying it loosely around her waist.
"There. Official nighttime baker."
Max beamed immediately. An a second later Chloe had shuffled in a minute later, hair sticking up in three different directions, eyes barely open. She took in the scene in front of her , there was flour on the floor, Rachel hovering slightly beside Max, a half made cookie dough situation on the counter.
"...Did I miss something?"
“Midnight cookie crisis."
"Hey, Super Max."
Max lifted the spoon proudly at her other girlfriend.
"I stirrings Chlo”
"Important job."
She pressed a kiss to Max's forehead, then stood up and went straight for the coffee maker before changing her mind and grabbing milk from the fridge.
"If we're doing this, we're doing it right."
Rachel took over the technical parts measuring, oven preheating, making sure Max didn't dump the entire bag of chocolate chips into the bowl. Max stirred with both hands, tongue sticking out again. Chloe let Max sit on the counter while she scooped dough onto baking sheets. Max helped by placing extra chocolate chips on top of every cookie, one by one.
"These need more chipies “
“You might be right."
Rachel laughed quietly. While the cookies baked, Rachel wrapped Max in a blanket and settled on the couch with her. Chloe joined them, bringing three mugs of hot chocolate, Max's mostly milk with just a little cocoa. Max curled into Rachel's side, thumb catching on the edge of Rachel's sleeve. Chloe draped another blanket over both of them.
"You okay, Maxie?"
Max nodded sleepily. "Mhm."
And right on cue. The timer dinged, Chloe jumped up like it was her life's calling and pulled the trays out of the oven. The apartment filled with the smell of warm chocolate and sugar. Rachel cut a few cookies in half so Max wouldn't burn her mouth with how hot the cookies were.
They sat together on the couch, Max in the middle, holding her plate with both hands.
She took a careful bite, her eyes widened in delight.
"Dis is really good!”
"That's because you made them."
Max looked pleased beyond words.
After two cookies and most of her hot chocolate, Max's energy faded fast. She slumped against Chloe, eyelids fluttering.
Rachel brushed Max's hair back slowly, humming under her breath.
Max murmured something unintelligible and curled closer, fast asleep between them.
They carried her back to bed together, tucking her in gently. Chloe slid in on one side, Rachel on the other, forming their familiar cocoon.
Rachel tucked the blankets around Max's shoulders. Chloe brushed her thumb over Max's knuckles. Outside, Arcadia Bay kept humming. Inside, three hearts beat quietly together, warm and full and safe. And the remaining cookies waited patiently on the counter for morning.
🌀A with that stay tuned for tomorrow's next fic! I hope you enjoyed this series so far, Do you have a favorite cookie? If so what is it? Mine white chocolate chip & thin mint Girl Scout cookies🌀
Hello! Dk if ur taking requests but would you be able to write little! Max home alone while a storms going on. Shes just a v scared v small baby waiting for her caregivers! Rachel & caregivers! Chloe return ??
I do take requests, an I can do that yes , an you didn’t have to be anonymous I don’t bite! However I do have a schedule for this series so your request fic will be posted next Friday since all the fics I add to this series will be posted every Thursday an Friday
If there is anything you want to add please feel free to add any other details in the comments or just DM me! 🦋🩵
(What’s your favorite pizza toppings? A movie to watch with it for movie/pizza night?, mines just pepperoni or Italian sausage bits , movie? 2006 The Holiday)
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The rain had finally let up in Arcadia Bay, leaving the sidewalks shining like polished glass and the air smelling faintly of salt and wet cedar. Rachel walked between Max and Chloe, one arm looped through each of theirs, practically glowing in her oversized sunflower yellow hoodie. Second semester had barely started, but today was one of those rare, perfect days you know? Absolutely no classes, no deadlines breathing down their necks, no Jefferson critiques or Blackwell drama. Just them, their tiny shared apartment near campus, and a whole afternoon stretched out like a promise. Tonight? It was declared pizza night. Chloe kicked at a pebble as they approached the grocery store.
"Okay, important question, are we going classic cheese, or are we going full chaos gremlin mode with toppings?"
Rachel grinned softly at her. "Why not both?"
Max laughed softly. "We only have room in the oven for two pizzas at a time."
"Then we rotate," Rachel declared. "Pizza is about chaos in a triangle form of deliciousness."
Inside the store, Chloe immediately took the cart while Rachel took charge of navigation, drifting through aisles like she owned the place. Max trailed behind them, studying ingredient labels and comparing prices like the responsible adult she pretended not to be. They grabbed three bags of those premade pizza dough, a bag of shredded mozzarella, pepperoni, mushrooms, olives, bell peppers, and a small pineapple container that Chloe dramatically protested until Rachel kissed her cheek and Max reminded her that compromise was healthy.
Garlic twists were non negotiable neither was the case of soda , that Chloe insisted on loading into the cart with a triumphant flourish.
"Fuel for movie night," she said. "Doctor's orders."
Rachel added brownie mix at the last second, claiming dessert was essential to the pizza ecosystem. Max quietly slipped in dinosaur shaped gummies into the basket when neither of them were looking. Outside, Chloe stopped dead in her tracks at the Redbox kiosk.
"Oh my god. Wait. WAIT."
Rachel raised a brow. "Chloe Price, what are you plotting?"
Chloe already had her wallet out. "Movie night just leveled up."
Ten minutes later, she was practically vibrating with excitement, holding three DVD cases like they were priceless artifacts.
"Okay. One comfort movie, one animated one, and one ridiculous action flick. Variety is the spice of life my lovey ladies in crime”
Max smiled fondly, Rachel just shook her head and leaned in to kiss Chloe’s head softly. Back at their apartment after paying for everything, everything was settled into that familiar, cozy rhythm they'd built together.
Rachel took over the Bluetooth speaker, putting on a soft indie playlist that filled the kitchen with gentle guitar and warm vocals. Chloe cracked open sodas and leaned against the counter, narrating her own dramatic commentary while Max washed her hands and laid out parchment paper.
They changed into comfy clothes, Rachel in fuzzy socks and soft pajama shorts an a light long sleeve shirt , Chloe in her old Misfits tee and flannel pants, Max in an oversized Arcadia Bay hoodie that smelled faintly like both of them. The dough proved stubborn at first. Max pressed it carefully with floured fingers, tongue poking out in concentration. she murmured.
"You have to let it relax before you stretch it."
Rachel watched her with soft eyes. "You are adorable when you go into serious chef mode."
Chloe leaned over Max's shoulder. "Hey Super Max, you missed a spot."
Rachel humming softly while chopping peppers, Chloe pretending to steal cheese and getting caught every time. The tactile comfort of flour on Max's hands. The adult edge of her awareness blurred until everything felt simpler, brighter. She blinked slowly, then smiled to herself, Rachel noticed first. Max had started patting the dough instead of rolling it, making uneven little handprints and giggling quietly.
"Hey, sweetheart, whatcha doin'?"
“Makin pizza, I'm helpin'."
There a a small pause as Chloe set the bag of cheese to the side cuz she was putting the toppings in different lil bowls to make said pizzas together. She softly looks over at Max a she just knew. They always do.
"Oh, Maxie."
“Hi Hi Chlo."
Rachel sidestepped over to hers an Chloe’s girlfriend an tilted her head softly. Giving the currently regressed girl a soft look.
“Buttercup lovey, how old do you feel at the moment?”
Um... seven."
Max had said happily cuz she was clearly excited to answer as she continued to pat at the pizza dough. Cuz she’s being a little helper an it’s clear she was happy about it. Chloe immediately shifted gears, grabbing a clean apron from the drawer an tied it around Max's waist.
"There. Official kitchen assistant."
Max looked down at it like it was the coolest thing in the world. Rachel handed Max a small bowl of cheese. "
“Your very important job is sprinkling."
I can do that!”
The brunette said , as she carefully pinched cheese between her fingers and scattered it over the dough, humming along to the music. Rachel guided her hand when it drifted too close to the edge, praising her dramatically every time she finished a section.
"Perfect, You are doing amazing, just look at that cheese second! Definitely gonna be the best pizza in the whole wide world!”
The bowls were set up by Chloe a moment ago, it was all set up , the toppings in little bowls like a DIY pizza bar and let Max choose what went where. Max decided one pizza needed lots and lots of pepperoni, while the other got smiley faces made of olives and bell peppers. Rachel pretended to be deeply impressed.
Once everything was assembled and slid into the oven, Chloe scooped Max up without warning and spun her gently.
"Movie time, lil bear."
They piled onto the couch with blankets and pillows while the garlic twists baked, Max tucked between Rachel and Chloe like she belonged there which she did. Rachel wrapped them all in one big fleece blanket that was originally four all the same blankets that got sewed into one big one. Chloe handed Max a sippy cup that had a forest theme , it was filled with Cherry cola soda diluted with ice. Max accepted it cuz why not? Everybody likes soda one way or another. The animated movie went on first, which was Cloudly With A Chance Of Meatballs Two definitely a movie Chloe chose cuz it was one of Max’s favorite that came out this year(2013 like in the game btw)
Max narrated parts of it out loud, gasping dramatically at plot twists she’s seen hundreds of times and clapping softly when the characters did something brave. Rachel let Max braid her hair with clumsy fingers while Chloe acted out sound effects during chase scenes a the mama cheeseburger spider. When the timer chimed, Rachel untangled from Max to get up while Chloe followed suit an sat up and walked the small distance to the kitchen an out on a mitten , opened the oven and took the pizzas out.
She carefully carried the pizzas to the coffee table with a hand towel on it so there wasn’t heat marks on later. While Rachel cut everything into small for Max, okay maybe not ‘small’ more like sliced Max’s pizza in thinner slices to cool off faster , her said regressed girlfriend sat crisscrossed(applause), plate balanced in her lap, chewing small bites since it was still hot from the oven.
"Dis is really good, kinda hot but still good ”
“You helped make it , an yes it is , it just got out of the oven you patient cutie bug”
Rachel kissed the top of her head. After the pizza came the garlic twists, an after the garlic twists came brownies. By the time the comfort movie started, Max was curled against Rachel's side, eyelids drooping, fingers absently tracing patterns on Chloe's arm. Rachel brushed Max's hair back slowly, humming along with the soundtrack in the movie. Chloe pressed a kiss to Max's forehead softly.
"You did great today, best pizza helper ever, Super Max."
"Mhm."
She drifted off halfway through the second movie, breathing slow and even, held softly between her girlfriends while Arcadia Bay faded away outside their windows. And for that quiet, perfect evening, the world felt like it was theirs in their cozy lil apartment.
🌀I hoped you enjoyed that, I will have another fic out next Thursday an Friday, stay tuned^^🌀
Idea by me
Fandom- Life Is Strange
No powers/no one dies AU
Ship- AmberPriceField
Caregivers/Girlfriends- Rachel Amber & Chloe Price Regressor/girlfriend- Max Caulfield
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I am new to the fandom(fully aware I’m like 11 years late. In 2015 I was a child playing with monster high dolls an not really into video games), I only played episode 1 a few nights ago. Since the rest of the episodes cost money , I have just watched the walkthrough without commentary to be a lil more versed into. This is my first time writing for a game(I plan on writing for Dispatch soon) I genuinely really liked it, an well I just thought Max needs little time. I have her 3-7 mostly a big girl mentality but definitely still baby. I haven’t decided if I want one of the other girls to be a middle/flip yet
An yes I shipped them all three together, don’t like it? Then please don’t read, I’m not forcing you.)
The thrift shop smelled like dust, old fabric, and lemon cleaner. Rachel had said it was 'atmospheric'. They had wandered in on a whim after lunch, hands linked in their familiar triangle, Rachel drifting ahead to investigate racks of jackets and vintage scarves, Chloe steered toward anything remotely punk or weird, and Max lingering near shelves of books and mismatched mugs.
Chloe had migrated toward the toy section in the back, mostly because she liked ironic nostalgia and partly because she enjoyed judging the questionable design choices of the early 2000s. She crouched down, rummaging through bins of plastic dinosaurs, faded board games, and tangled jump ropes, that's when she saw it....It was tucked between a singing stuffed frog and a pile of wooden blocks. The item she saw was one of those cute chunky little toddler toy cameras, bright teal with yellow buttons and rounded edges. The kind that clicked loudly and had a sliding strip of cartoon photos inside instead of anything real. Chloe picked it up immediately, It was in shockingly good condition. No cracks. Barely any scuffs. The clicker still worked when she pressed the big orange button, producing a satisfyingly loud 'kachow'(like the sound lighting MacQueen makes mixed with a camera sound).
She turned it over in her hands, an thought of Max, specifically a regressed Max with the mind of a seven year old, who loved pushing buttons and looking through viewfinders and announcing that she was 'takin pictures now.' Max who got excited over bright colors and tactile toys. Max who sometimes struggled with her very real, very expensive equipment but lit up when hearing the sound the camera makes after taking the photo. so this toy? Was absolutely fucking perfect for her.
"Oh my god" she murmured to herself. "You(Max) would lose your cute mind over this."
She flipped over the price tag.....$2.50.Chloe blinked. that shit was hella cheap for something in super good condition
"Are you kidding me?" She said out loud before dramatically waving Rachel over. an saying words even more dramatic
"Red alert. Amber. Come here. look look"
A moment an a few steps towards the toy section, her dirty blonde girlfriend had appeared beside her, curiosity written all over her face. with the expression of 'What did you find?' In which , Chloe held up the toy camera wordlessly. Once her girlfriend was it, Rachel's expression melted instantly.
"Oh."
"Right?? You can't tell me this isn't Max coded."
Rachel took it softly, pressing the button and peering through the plastic viewfinder. The little strip of cartoon animals slid forward with a soft click.
"She would adore this, especially when she is regressed"
"She can drop it. Or chew on it. Or whatever regressors do."
"regressors do not usually chew cameras."
"meh, You don't know our girlfriend."
They found Max in the book aisle, deeply invested in a hardcover about abandoned amusement parks. Chloe sided up behind her and wrapped an arm around her waist gently, Rachel joined them on the other side, resting her chin on Max's shoulder.
"Hey, Super Max."
"Hi."
"Find anything interesting?"
Max held up the book to her girlfriends, she was just invested in a mere moment ago. "This place closed in 1989. Isn't that sad?"
"Tragic" Chloe agreed. "But we found something that might fix the universe."
"What?"
Chloe dramatically revealed the toy camera with jazz hands(one hand since the toy was in the other. Which made Max's eyes widened.
"Oh."
Her voice came out soft as she gently took the camera carefully, like it might disappear if she moved too fast. She pressed the button experimentally. It made that click, an the cartoon slide advanced. Her lips parted in a quiet smile an shifted her eyes to her girlfriends.
"It makes noise"
"Yeah, Sunshine" Chloe said gently. "And you don't gotta worry about breaking it."
Max lifted it to her eye and aimed it at Rachel. both other women could already tell she was already mentality small
"Stay still, plwwse"
Rachel froze dramatically. "I am a statue."
An 'click' goes the camera, an that was it. Max had fallen in love with the toy . By the time they checked out, Max was already drifting, attention bouncing between the camera and the colorful candy display near the register like she would normally do when regressed, her mind focused on everything an anything that peeks her interest. Back at the apartment, Rachel put on soft music while Chloe kicked off her boots. Max padded inside still holding the camera, pressing the button every few steps. Just like in the store, it went 'click, click', She walked over an settled on the couch taking 'pictures' of what's around her, Rachel sat on the coffee table in front of her.
"Hey sweetheart. How old do you feel right now?"
Max thought about it, chewing lightly on her sleeve while her other hand was fiddling with her toy camara in her lap.
"...little."
"That tracks."
They helped Max into comfy clothes, her big hoodie and fuzzy socks then settled back on the couch with blankets. Max climbed between them automatically, camera clutched to her chest. Rachel tucked the blanket around all three of them, then Max lifted the camera and pointed it at Chloe.
"Say cheese."
Chloe made the most ridiculous face she could, an of course 'click' went the toy camara once more. Max laughed so hard she hiccupped, as she took more 'pictures' of Rachel's hair, of the lamp, of the plants. She narrated each one softly.
"Dis is Rachel."
"Dis is Chlo."
"Dis my blankie"
Rachel praised every photo like it was gallery worthy. Cuz come on, of course it was to any kid or regressor. Hell some of Max's drawings are on the fridge that Rachel deemed worthy and made sure each one had a star sticker on each one(mind you it's like all lil drawings Max has done)
"These are incredible compositions, Max."
Chloe nodded solemnly. "Museum quality."
Eventually, Max's energy faded. She curled against Rachel's side, camera resting on her tummy, thumb still occasionally pressing the button out of habit. Rachel brushed Max's hair back slowly, Chloe kissed softly on her forehead.
"Good find, huh?" Rachel murmured softly to Chloe, as their shared regressed girlfriend slowly dozes off between them.
"Best two fifty I ever spent."
Max yawned, nestling closer between them both.
"Tank you for my camara, Chlo" she mumbled sleepily.
"Anytime, Super Max."
And as Max drifted off, surrounded by blankets, Chloe thought maybe thrift shops were kind of magical after all.
..I had a thought/fic idea..Dispatch lil baby Robert specifically.
Okay so maybe Courtney makes the mistake of telling a regressed Robert that bats are blind during the day …and in his lil regressed mind he immediately thinks Victor can’t see him..mind you she was talking about regular normal bats…and well someone gets banned from animal facts in front of regressors..aka Robert
As you can see loki is enjoying one out of many gifts he received for Christmas.....and yes he's been playing as princess peach ever since he got the switch from Tony.....Thor really 'loves' having to face his baby brother's pouts, tantrums, and hissing.(Yes hissing!) When having to take it away for meal time , naps an so on. Great gift, thank you Tony ..at least Loki is more appreciative than Thor is that’s for sure
Idea by me Inspired by A Sign Of Affection
College AU
Cafe Barista/Boyfriend/Caregiver- Kirishima Eijirou
Bunny Cafe handler/Boyfriend/Regressor- Shirakumo Katsuki
Regressed Suki is five-six
mention of CloudCompress(Shirakumo Oboro x Atsushiro Sako. yes Kat is adopted)
6'4 Kirishima
5'7 Katsuki
(this was supposed to be posted on valentine's day btw so uh i made a few changes so it's a winter Christmas themed one instead...)
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Snowflakes fluttered down from the gray December sky, melting against Kirishima Eijirou warm red scarf as he guided his short boyfriend through the twinkling streets. The city was alive with the hum of holiday chatter, hands stuffed into shopping bags, faces glowing with soft cheer and cold noses. Katsuki walked beside him, bundled in a cream sweater patterned with soft red bunnies, his ash blond hair peeking out from a fuzzy white beanie that had two small cat ears attached. Even with the bustle, Katsuki's world was silent always had been. The only sound he could ever hear was the faint thud of his own heartbeat. But Eijirou's presence filled that silence with warmth, color, and feeling. The way Kiri's fingers traced words in his palm, the way his lips shaped slow, clear syllables that Katsuki could read with ease, it was all communication, all love. They were out Christmas shopping for gifts and candies, the kind Katsuki loved to arrange in neat baskets for their friends from campus and the bunny café.
The cafe was Katsuki's favorite place soft lights, warm tea, the gentle bunnies that let him pet their ears while he worked. He'd grown used to the way Eijirou's gaze would soften whenever Katsuki smiled under those cozy lights, his scarlet eyes glowing like sunset embers. Eijirou squeezed kat's hand softly as they walked into a small, festive store decorated with paper snowflakes and fairy lights.
"Let's find something for your parents first."
Eijirou signed slowly, careful with his big hands, making sure Katsuki could follow each motion. Katsuki nodded, lips curling into a shy grin, his own hands fluttering in reply. They wandered through aisles of candy canes, plush toys, and little snow globes. Eijirou had to duck under some hanging ornaments—the man was built like a Christmas miracle himself, tall man of warm and gentleness. Katsuki, at a much smaller man, kept one hand hooked in Kiri's coat pocket so he wouldn't get lost in the crowd................And then he saw it. On a middle shelf, nestled between stuffed reindeer and penguins, was a bright red shark plush. Its grin was a little crooked, one fin sticking out awkwardly, but its color deep, vivid scarlet red, was the exact same shade as Eijirou's eyes and hair. Katsuki froze, eyes wide, the world narrowing to that one plush. His heart did a tiny flip. Then another.
Eijirou noticed the sudden stillness beside him and turned. Katsuki was staring, hands pressed to his mouth, his gaze glossy with unspoken emotion. Eijirou crouched down a little to match his eye level, his voice soft and careful, though he knew Katsuki couldn't hear it—he still mouthed the words clearly, because Katsuki liked to see them. You like it, huh? Katsuki nodded quickly, eyes bright as his fingers fluttered in the air, signing small and shy, Red shark. Like you.
Something in Eijirou's chest melted right then. The way Katsuki's lips moved, forming silent giggles, the way his shoulders relaxed, slipping ever so gently into that softer space Eijirou knew so well, his regression space. The edges of Katsuki's adult composure faded, replaced with a childish roundness in his gestures and an innocent glow in his scarlet eyes. Eijirou reached out and gently tucked a strand of blond hair behind Katsuki's ear. 'Hey, my little one' he murmured with a grin. Katsuki's hands moved again, shaky but excited his expression practically screamed 'Can I have him, Kiri? Pwease?' It always hit Eijirou deep, seeing Katsuki like this—five or six mentally, soft-voiced even without words, trusting. Katsuki's regression wasn't something fragile or shameful; it was safe, loved, themselves. Kiri nodded, signing back with slow care, Of course, sweetheart. He picked up the red shark and pressed it into Katsuki's hands.
"What's his name?"
he mouthed softly, exaggerating each word so Katsuki could read his lips. Katsuki looked at the plush for a long moment before signing, 'Shima'. He clutched it to his chest, face glowing with pride. The name made Eijirou chuckle, his fanged grin wide and affectionate.
"Shima, huh? Good name."
They finished the rest of their shopping with Katsuki still clutching the shark, occasionally showing it candies and trinkets as if introducing it to the world. When they stepped back outside, the snow had thickened, settling in Katsuki's hair and on Eijirou's shoulders. Kiri tugged Katsuki close, wrapping an arm around his smaller frame. Katsuki leaned in without hesitation, his bunny ear hat brushing against Eijirou's chin.
The shark plush was nestled safely between them, squished but loved. As they stood in the softly falling snow, Eijirou traced a message against Katsuki's palm ' I love you' Katsuki looked up, eyes warm, and signed back with a sleepy smile, Love you more, big shark.
And just like that, the world was still silent, yet gentle, full of love in a thousand unspoken ways. The Christmas lights twinkled around them, but the only glow that mattered came from Katsuki's scarlet eyes and Eijirou's answering grin.
(fully aware it's kinda sort...i just really needed another Christmas fic in here. an hopefully more to come)
Idea by me
Supportive uncle Wayne Munson
Caregiver/boyfriend- Eddie Munson
Regressor/Boyfriend- Steve Harrington
Steve's lil age is 2-6 mostly toddler honestly Ships included- Jopper(I think that's how Joyce an hopper's ship name is I could be wrong) Plus other stranger things characters. Warning there are non Santa believers an a tiny itty bitty emotional moment. I promise it's nothing big I swear. Anyway I hope you all are enjoying the season so happy holidays!-Taka
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It was Steve's first Christmas while regressed with Eddie and Wayne, an Eddie swore he was gonna cram every cheesy holiday activity into the week. Colorful twinkle lights, red an green plaid flannel everywhere pure nostalgia-core. Well to him anyway first activity was Ice Skating. The whole rink smelled like cocoa and rental skates, Eddie laced Steve into a slightly oversized coat an pulled a knit beanie down over his curls, ignoring Steve's pout.
"Teddy, it's itchy"
"Better itchy than frosty, sweetheart."
Eddie kissed his nose softly. Out on the ice, Steve didn't so much skate as he did cling to Eddie's arm, waddling like a baby penguin in rental skates. He squealed every time his feet slipped, then hid his face in Eddie's sleeve. Wayne, watching from the benches with a thermos, chuckled.
"Boy looks like Bambi on ice."
"Shut up"
Eddie grinned, kissing Steve's hair. Even though he definitely didn't disagree in his mind cuz Steve was definitely like Bambi right now.
"He's perfect."
And when Steve finally made it across the rink on his own, he threw his arms up like he'd just won Olympic gold dramatically mind you. Next was the sticky sugary mess that was the gingerbread House. Back at home, the kitchen smelled like cinnamon, frosting , an those fruit card candies plus gumdrops, they had a kit spread across the table the gingerbread a graham crackers, frosting, gumdrops. Wayne sat with his mug of coffee, supervising. Steve, in full regression mode with frosting on his cheek, was determined. He stacked walls that collapsed, tried to make the roof 'super tall' and ended up licking more icing than he used.
"Baby, the walls gotta go this way" Eddie laughed, steadying the crooked gingerbread house.
"Shh. I'm architect" Steve said seriously, sticking two gumdrops right on the roof peak. "Is a castle."
Wayne leaned over, plucked one gumdrop off, and popped it in his mouth. Steve gasped.
"Unca wwyne!!"
"Payment"
Wayne said with a shrug. A bit after that nest of sugar on a plate an with help from Eddie the house was made set in the fridge, maybe an hour or two they all went outside cuz a certain ex-jock was chanting about snow. It had snowed hard the night before , blanketing everything in white fluffy frost. Eddie bundled Steve into so many layers he waddled like that snowman narrator from the clay animation Rudolph the red nose reindeer movie. Out in the yard, they made a snowman that ended up with a spiked leather cuff as a 'scarf' (Eddie's idea) and a plastic tiara Robin had dropped by (because Robin always added flair). Steve, giggling, threw snowballs at Eddie until he tripped over his own boots and landed in a drift. Eddie went down beside him, both laughing so hard they couldn't breathe. Wayne just stood on the porch with a camera, muttering.
"Gonna need a whole damn photo album for this kid."
Oh but the fun didn't end there, they still had to drop by the wheelers house cuz Nancy was hosting a sleepover Christmas Eve party. Nancy had gone all out. Twinkling lights wrapped around the banister, a huge tree in the corner decked with shiny ornaments, bowls of gingerbread cookies everywhere, Bing Crosby crooning faintly from the stereo. It was the closest Hawkins ever got to a Hallmark movie. Steve was already regressed, curled up in a blanket on the couch with a candy cane sticking out of his mouth, watching the fire crackle. Eddie sat next to him, letting Steve lean against his shoulder, gently scratching his hair. The party was packed , Joyce and Hopper talking near the punch bowl, El and Lucas huddled together stringing popcorn garlands, Chrissy helping Claudia set up the dessert table, Robin making snarky commentary at everything. And then... the Grinch Squad struck. Steve, bright-eyed, piped up suddenly as he sits up pulling the banker more close around him. The question was for Eddie.
"Do yous think Santa gonna come tonight?"
The room softened. Even Hopper cracked the ghost of a smile. But Jonathan, leaning against the wall with a cup of eggnog, said flatly.
"He's not real, Steve."
Billy had smirked, adding on to the other man's words. "Yeah, Harrington. Hate to break it to ya, but Santa's just Mommy and Daddy sneakin' around."
Mike couldn't resist piling on. Cuz he's a little shit whom would say the same thing to his little sister if she was in the room "Yeah. You're too old to believe in that stuff."
The effect was instant. Steve's face crumpled, his candy cane slipping out of his hand. His bottom lip wobbled. "...Not real?" he whispered, small as a snowflake. Eddie sat bolt upright, glaring daggers at the trio. "You three. Outside. Now."
Wayne wasn't even there(he was just not in the room), but his energy seemed to fill the room through Eddie. Robin stood, hands on her hips like she was about to launch into a full courtroom case.
"Excuse me, did you seriously just crush a boy's Christmas spirit at a my holiday party?" she snapped. "What kind of sociopath move is that?"
Chrissy looked horrified, immediately kneeling in front of Steve. "No, no, no, honey. Santa's real. He's absolutely real. He's magic. He brings joy and love and presents."
Claudia, sweet mom that she was, swooped in with a plate of cookies. "Here, Stevie, Santa wanted me to make these just for you."
Joyce slapped Jonathan's arm. Glaring at her oldest son seriously questioning where she went wrong with this one.
"What is wrong with you?!"
Eddie wrapped Steve up in his arms, rocking him gently. "Don't you worry, baby. Santa's as real as can be. And you know what? He loves you the most."
Steve sniffled against Eddie's shirt, his tiny voice muffled. "...Even if I was bad?"
That was when Wayne came in from the porch (he'd been smoking). He stomped his boots, looked at the scene, then pointed dramatically toward the ceiling.
"Well, I'll be damned... y'all hear that? Sounds like sleigh bells outside."
Steve's head snapped up, eyes wide. He scrambled to the window, pressing his palms to the cold glass. "He is real!"
And in the background, Robin leaned over to Nancy and whispered. "That was the smoothest save I've ever seen in my life."
Nancy, for once, actually smiled. "It worked."
The Grinch Squad? Shoved into kitchen duty for the rest of the night. Hopper made sure of it. Meanwhile, Steve kept his eyes darting back to the window, humming carols under his breath, absolutely convinced Santa was circling Hawkins. Soon he got carried off to the guest room where Eddie an two others where sleeping for the night. After the chaos of the Great Santa Incident, Hopper slipped out onto Nancy's porch once the party wound down. It was freezing, but he rolled his sleeves anyway, a man on a mission. He had grabbed a bag of flour from Nancy's pantry and started carefully stamping big boot prints across the carpet from the front door to the tree. He even dusted a little on the hearth to make it look like Santa had come down the chimney. When Joyce peeked in, Hopper just grumbled 'Don't blow my cover' while crouching on the floor sprinkling flour like he was defusing a bomb. Back in the kitchen, Robin and Claudia were giggling as they munched on carrots deliberately biting them up and leaving half-chewed nubs on the counter. 'Reindeer food' Robin whispered with a conspiratorial wink. Chrissy carefully set out a glass of half drank milk by the cookies for Santa By the time Eddie got Steve tucked into bed upstairs tiny, snug, still murmuring 'Santa real, right?' the grown-ups had finished staging a full Santa crime scene. Morning came, and Steve padded downstairs in his footie pajamas, rubbing his eyes. Then he froze. Big floury boot prints. Half-eaten carrots. A glass of milk, empty. And the tree... piled with new gifts, all labeled from Santa, or from people in the house too. Steve gasped so loud it startled Puddin the cat off the couch.
"HE WAS HERE!"
he shrieked, clapping his hands. He spun in a circle, looking at everyone with wide, glowing eyes.
"Santa came, he really came!"
Eddie and Wayne shared a soft look, Eddie's hand squeezing his uncle's shoulder. Wayne muttered.
"Boy's got more magic left in him than this whole town put together."
Robin leaned over to Hopper as Steve tore into a package. "You know you went full dad mode with the flour thing, right?"
Hopper grunted, sipping coffee. "Kid deserved it. Besides... look at his face."
And sure enough, Steve was practically vibrating with joy, covered in ribbons and wrapping paper, absolutely convinced the big man in red had picked his house in Hawkins as a special stop. The morning chaos is peak Christmas. The living room at Nancy's is full of wrapping paper, stockings, and the smell of cinnamon rolls and pancakes wafting in from the kitchen where Nancy and Robin are laughing and making breakfast. Steve's curled up on the rug with his bottle of chocolate milk because of course Hopper had made sure Santa left him extra bottles in the fridge. His stocking is stuffed to bursting with candy canes, gumdrops, and little chocolate Santas. However a fussy elf was gonna be dramatic, aka Dustin is not having it.
"Unbelievable" he mutters, glaring at Steve. "He's twenty-four. TWENTY. FOUR. And he gets chocolate milk in his bottles and extra candy?! Santa's playing favorites!"
Lucas snorts. "Maybe don't sass Santa next year, Henderson."
Mike rolls his eyes. "Or maybe don't believe in Santa at all, you dorks."
But then Dustin notices the porch. There are three neatly wrapped presents sitting out there with little tags. He squints at the handwriting, scrawled and unfamiliar.
"Oh, great. MORE presents for Steve. Like he doesn't already have half the loot here." Dustin stomps to the door and grabs them. "Seriously, this is favoritism at its worst!"
But when Wayne ambles over with his mug of coffee, he chuckles. "Boy, those are from me, Joyce, and Hopper. That one says for Jonathan. That's El's. And that one's for Lucas."
Dustin stares down at the tags again, turning bright red. "...Okay, well, the handwriting's awful."
"Your literacy's awful," Robin teases, passing by with flour on her cheek.
And then Steve pipes up. "I made presents too!" His eyes are shining as he dives for the big box he'd dragged over the night before. He pulls out the stack one by one soft, hand-knit sweaters. Each one has a big letter on the front. Just like the Weasley sweaters from the Harry Potter books.
"N for Nancy... R for Robin... D for Dustin..."
Dustin freezes. "You-you made me one?"
Steve beams, holding it out proudly. "'Course! You're family, Dusty."
Dustin takes the sweater, spluttering out a 'i-I mean, it's not that I wanted one or anything' but he pulls it on right there, burying his face in the collar so no one sees the way his cheeks flush. Even the salty non-believers like Mike, Jonathan, Billy get sweaters. They all act unimpressed, but none of them take theirs off. By the time Nancy and Robin bring out breakfast, everyone's cozy in Steve's Weasley-style sweaters, and Dustin still fussy, muttering about fairness though he keeps sneaking glances at Steve like he doesn't quite know what to do with the warm lump in his chest. And then Steve pulls one last sweater from the bottom of the box. A tiny one, with a big H on the front. It was a few different shades of pink with the H being in a dark pink.
"This one's for Holly," Steve says proudly. "Even if she's not here. She's still family."
Nancy's breath catches, and she has to blink hard. Mike's even quiet for once.
"I'll save it for her," Nancy whispers, holding it to her chest.
Hopper sets a big, warm hand on Steve's hair. "Santa couldn't have done it better, kid."
However Steve wasn't done just yet...he had one more left. A special one. You wanna know? Then let's dive in. The living room is buzzing with chatter, laughter, rustling wrapping paper. Everyone's showing off their sweaters, Dustin's fussing with his sleeves, Robin's doing exaggerated poses, and Nancy's carefully folding Holly's tiny "H" sweater with misty eyes. Steve, sitting crisscross on the rug in Eddie's oversized flannel, digs back into the box like he's looking for something. His fingers curl around one last sweater at the bottom.........This one was different. Instead of an initial, there's a simple heart stitched right in the middle. The yarn is cream, soft and glowing against the darker wool. Steve holds it up with both hands, his eyes unusually serious.
"This one's for my teddy's mama," he says, voice small but steady. "I didn't know her name... so I made a heart. Cuz angels should stay warm in heaven."
The room goes dead silent. Wayne's jaw works, his weathered face going slack before his eyes brim wet. He doesn't even try to hide it. Eddie's hand flys to his mouth, shoulders shaking as he looks at the sweater like it's something sacred.
"Stevie..."
Eddie croaks, his voice cracking in a way none of the kids have ever heard. Steve looks between them, innocent, like he doesn't understand why everyone's staring.
"It's important. Heaven's cold sometimes, I think. Angels should be warm."
Wayne sits down heavy in the nearest chair, one rough hand pressed to his chest, the other reaching for the sweater with trembling fingers. He pulls it to him, cradling it against his heart like it's his sister herself.
"She'd... she'd love this, son" Wayne rasps, tears spilling freely now. "She'd love you."
Eddie swallows hard, swiping at his cheeks, then pulls Steve into his arms, burying his face in Steve's hair.
"You're killin' me, sweetheart" he whispers, voice raw. "You don't even know what you just gave us."
Robin sniffles from the couch, Nancy dabs her eyes, even Hopper clears his throat and looks away. The only sound for a long moment is the faint crackle of the fire. And in Eddie's lap, his sweet baby boyfriend Steve just smiles, proud of himself for making sure even angels don't get left out. The fire pops softly, casting gold light over the room. Wayne still has the sweater pressed to his chest, his knuckles white against the wool. Eddie's hugging Steve tight, his face buried in Steve's curls, shoulders shaking silently. Nobody speaks for a long moment. Then Wayne takes in a slow, shaky breath, looking at the kids at Hopper and Joyce, at Robin and Nancy, at Lucas and El, even at Dustin who, for once, isn't fussing.
"You kids don't... you don't really know, Wayne says, voice rough, thick with emotion. "About Eddie's mama. My sister. She was a firecracker " Wayne says, staring at the sweater in his hands.
"Had a laugh so big, you could hear it from the porch. Sang every morning in the kitchen off key, but Lord, she sang anyway. Loved this boy" He gestures toward Eddie, who sniffles into Steve's hair. "Loved him more than life itself. But life... it wasn't kind to her."
His voice cracks, and he swallows hard. "She got sick young. Too young. And when she passed, I promised I'd do my damnedest to raise Eddie the way she would've wanted. Strong. Loved. Safe."
Wayne looks down at the sweater again, brushing the stitched heart with trembling fingers.
"But no one's remembered her like this. Not in years. Not like this."
Steve, curled against Eddie's chest in his regressed baby soft haze, blinks up at him and whispers.
"She's an angel now. Angels should stay warm."
That's when Wayne breaks. The tears slip free, running down his lined cheeks. He pulls the sweater close, rocking it against his chest like he used to rock Eddie when he was little. Eddie can barely hold it together. His hand cradles the back of Steve's head, his lips pressing to his temple, whispering.
"You don't even know, baby, you don't even know what you just did for us."
Robin's crying openly on the couch, pressing her sleeve to her face. Nancy's eyes shine as she grips Jonathan's hand so tightly he winces. Joyce has a hand over her heart as she tries an failed at holding back tears, and Hopper wipes at his eyes, muttering.
"Damn dust in here."
Even Dustin, salty and skeptical Dustin, goes quiet, chewing his lip as if realizing for the first time how deep love can go. The sweater sits like a miracle in Wayne's hands, and the whole room feels it, the gift Steve gave wasn't just yarn and stitches. It was memory. Healing. A piece of Eddie's mama returned to them for Christmas. And in that moment, with the fire crackling and snow falling quietly outside, every single person knows one truth. Steve Harrington, even in his littlest self, is pure-hearted enough to stitch warmth for angels.
A bit later in the morning after Christmas, Hawkins is hushed under a blanket of snow. The roads are quiet, the sky pale gray, and the cemetery is still, save for the crunch of boots against frozen ground. Wayne walks ahead, his old work coat pulled tight, Eddie beside him with one arm hooked protectively around Steve who's still regressed, bundled in one of Eddie's hoodies and a scarf that nearly swallows his face. Steve clings to Eddie's hand, his own boots crush softly into the snow like a Cho to Eddie's a Wayne's. Wayne doesn't speak until they reach her stone. It's simple, modest. Abigail Munson, beloved daughter, mother, sister. A small wind chime Eddie hung there last spring sways gently, singing against the cold air. Wayne kneels down first, his knees pop, but he ignores it, brushing snow off the top of the stone with a gloved hand. He lays the sweater across it carefully, like he's tucking it in. His voice is gravel, thick and trembling slightly.
"Got somethin for you, Abbie. Teddy's Boy made it."
Eddie clears his throat, wiping at his face even though the tears just keep coming. "Yeah, Ma. You'd... you'd like him. Hell, you'd love him. He's, he's stubborn as me, but with a heart bigger than Hawkins itself. And he made this. For you."
Steve, still little, crouches down in the snow, his mittens clumsy as he pats at the ground. He looks at the sweater, then at the stone, and whispers. "You can wear it in heaven. So you don't get cold."
Wayne presses a hand to his face, shoulders shaking. He hasn't cried this hard in years, not even when he buried her. Something about seeing that heart stitched into the sweater, something about Steve's earnest voice..it rips him wide open. Eddie crouches beside him, pulling Steve into his lap as if anchoring himself. His forehead presses against Steve's hair, his other hand clenching the snow-dusted grass.
"We're okay, Ma," he whispers. "We're okay, thanks to him. I wish you could've met him. Wish you could've seen what he does for me."
The three of them sit there in the snow, quiet but together, while the wind chime sings overhead. And though no words pass between them, there's a feeling in the air...as if, for just a moment, Abigail Munson is listening, smiling, pulling the sweater close around her shoulders.
Wayne finally mutters, voice breaking as he presses his palm to the stone, "Keep warm now, sis. My boy's got you covered."
And Eddie, holding Steve tight, swears he can almost hear her laughter in the breeze.
(....maybe I lied about it being a tiny itty bitty emotional, i promise i kissed the rock before i threw it so uh happy holidays! : )
Since today is December 17th I would like to gift this to my favorite agere Loki artist @lokidips (an to my knowledge the only agere Loki , don’t quote me on it) this birthday Loki art cuz it’s Loki’s birthday….he may not be three physically but that doesn’t matter! Anyway here we have Loki enjoying his chocolate an vanilla green frosting cake in a very toddler manner. Thor did give him a spoon but you see how that went..but why is the birthday boy glaring you may ask? Well his paci was taken away to not get cake all over it…he’s not happy about it….…anyway once again Happy Birthday to my(a many others’s) favorite mcu character!
So we have out 100% alive completely not dead (screw you marvel) regressed lil snow cuties!............Tasha may or may not trying to bury tony under the snow......His mommy(Pepper) is definitely gonna bundle him up in warm blankets when Thor gets him out of the snow pile Nat had packed on against him. And yes of course they both will be getting hot chocolate babas
🎄☕️Christmas themed Age Regression Caregiver Alfred Pennyworth Headcanons(….i also may have went overboard with the bat fam a their details…)☕️🎄
🍪 Alfred being him , will absolutely prepare safe craft boxes for any regressed child or adult like for example. Non toxic glitter safe glue, felt ornaments, soft scissors, stickers, plastic bells, washable paint. He always reorganizes the kitchen so littles can safely help with baking. Alfred will lower some decorations so anyone tiny can reach them. He keeps emergency things like blankets, mittens, sippy cups, pacifiers (if needed), fidget toys, small stuffed reindeer. His pockets always have tissues, tiny snacks, and candy canes. He never assumes who will regress this year he prepares for all of them.
🍪 Alfred being the saint he is, makes sure In the kitchen, every little(if regressed) get very different roles..mind you they have their own thing they do. Bruce gets sits on the counter kicking his feet, quietly licking cookie dough off a spoon. Dick tries to juggle gingerbread men. Alfred catches them every time. Jason sticks stickers on his own apron. Tim stirs exactly twice before getting sleepy again. Damian wants his cookies to be ‘perfect circles’ gets grumpy when they spread. Cass presses cookie cutters gently, amazed by the shapes. Steph dumps a mountain of sprinkles when Alfred isn’t looking.(we all know Alfred saw her) Duke designs intricate frosting patterns. Kate cuts shapes extremely carefully, tongue poking out in focus. Alfred ensures no one eats raw eggs, nothing burns, veryone gets praise, and the kitchen somehow stays spotless. Honestly he’s a miracle worker.
🍪 Every year at the start of December, Alfred puts together special boxes in case any of the family regresses during the holiday season. Each box includes. soft Christmas pajamas, fuzzy socks, a tiny stocking with their name embroidered(they are the decorative ones they still get the bigger ones on Christmas morning), safe craft supplies, holiday stickers, a plushie chosen specifically for them along with it being peppermint, apple , gingerbread or even cookie scented seasonal plush. He keeps them in the linen closet, ready to bring out the moment someone slips little.
🍪 Alfred begins preparing for the holidays earlier than anyone realizes, because December is the month when all or either some of the bat family members regress become softer, more fragile, or more excitable. He pulls down the Christmas boxes, sorts out which decorations are ‘little safe’ and sets aside soft ornaments, plush reindeer, felt snowflakes, and shatterproof baubles. He restocks the kitchen with gentle, cozy foods warm puddings, gingerbread dough, cinnamon apples, peppermint cocoa, regular cocoa, small chocolates already in the snowman ceramic bowl for anyone who fancies one when they pass or enter the kitchen, sugar snowflake cookies with green or red icing perfectly arranged on a reindeer plate too! Plus he makes sure each person has their favorite winter comfort item out an is freshly laundered. Whenever one of the members regresses, Alfred has everything ready, blankets warmed by the fireplace, plushies arranged in a neat basket, and soft Christmas music playing in the background. The Manor becomes a gentle, glowing place, lit mostly by twinkle lights and the fireplace, all because Alfred quietly wants the littles to feel safe and held during the coldest month.
🍪 He lets the littles, place ornaments on the lower branches while he handles the higher. If someone gets overwhelmed by the lights or noise, Alfred’s hand lands softly on their shoulder before he guides them to a quieter corner, wrapping them in a blanket and offering a cookie to nibble on. He keeps breakable ornaments on a high shelf unless everyone is big, but he always makes sure each little has one special ornament, something that reflects their personality, to hang themselves. The result is a Christmas tree that’s lopsided, colorful, chaotic… and utterly perfect in Alfred’s eyes.
🍪 If the grounds of the Manor get snow, Alfred is the one who bundles the littles into layers of scarves, mittens, sweaters, and coats, making sure no one has cold ears or exposed wrists. He holds their hands on the icy paths and supervises from a safe distance while they make snow angels, roll lopsided snowmen, or toss gentle snowballs. When a little gets too cold or overstimulated, Alfred kneels down to eye level(if they are shorter then Alfred physically) , wipes their pink cheeks, and carries them inside without a word, wrapping them in a warm towel and setting them in front of the fire. He always has a cup of warm milk ready afterward, letting them thaw out beneath one of the Manor’s many holiday quilts.
🍪 Alfred plays classic carols during December, always at a soothing volume that keeps littles grounded. Sometimes, if a regressed child is extra energetic, he’ll start a soft, slow dance with them holding little hands and guiding their steps on the plush carpet. He has small holiday toys set aside. jingle bells on ribbons, stuffed reindeer, felt trees, soft stacking toys decorated like wrapped gifts. He lets the littles shake bells or press soft music buttons as part of playtime. For more quiet regressors, he offers coloring pages, sticker sheets, or soft craft felt shaped like Christmas cookies. Every moment becomes an opportunity for calm learning, gentle redirection, or cozy bonding.
🍪 When Christmas Eve or any December night winds down, Alfred becomes the ultimate bedtime caregiver. He runs warm baths with pine or peppermint scented bubbles, helps littles into soft winter pajamas, and dries their hair with a gentle hand. He tucks each regressed family member into bed with a plushie of their choice and a holiday nightlight glowing softly nearby. If a little struggles to settle, Alfred sits beside the bed and rubs their back in slow circles, humming a carol under his breath. He makes sure every little is safe, warm, and soothed before quietly turning off the lights. For the youngest regressors, he leaves the door slightly open so they can hear the soft sounds of the Manor, the ultimate reassurance that Alfred is still close by.
🍪 Evenings in December almost always end with Alfred sitting by the fireplace, a soft blanket over his lap and at least one regressed BatKid curled against him. He chooses gentle stories, the classic holiday tales like Jack Frost , the elf who wanted to be a dentist, Rudolph the red nosed reindeer, the abominable snowman/yeti, myths from around the world, or personalized bedtime adventures featuring the kids as brave snow explorers. He reads slowly and warmly, with a voice that could calm a thunderstorm. Littles who struggle with quiet time get soft fidget toys or a plushie to hold. When someone gets sleepy, Alfred instinctively adjusts his posture so their head rests comfortably against him, and he runs his fingers through hair or traces calming circles on little backs. If a little falls asleep mid story, Alfred continues reading for the sake of atmosphere, just a low, comforting hum that fills the Manor with peace.
🍪 Alfred lets the littles taste test everything, even pretending not to notice when someone smuggles a marshmallow or two. After baking, he serves warm treats with mugs of cocoa topped with extra whipped cream, all while gently brushing crumbs off mentally little chins and tying aprons back into place. The kitchen is warm, the kind of place where Alfred hums holiday tunes and the littles sway in their seats, soothed by the simple rhythm of his presence.
