losers club /// little space

attention & pretty pink pull-ups || stan + bill

okay i would just like to say that this was the very first chapter i wrote so,, its not good at all but im putting it out there cus small stan

no but seriously i have like 5 quality finished oneshots just queued up pls i promise it gets better

 and damn guys 'm glad yall like group call so much the 3rd part is so cute n it doesn't involve lil richie that much its just the other losers n their banter 🥺 yall better like that too

anyways uh have story

little!stan + little!bill
CG!richie + CG!beverly

warning ⚠️ if you didn't see the title of the fic, this will include pull-ups so if you aren't comfortable or are here to sexualize it, please do not read ⚠️

3rd POV:

Stan hated attention. Or at least that's what he would say. It was true most of the time, but there was something inside of him that desperately craved that spotlight that Richie or Bill would get on most days.

This craving only came out when he was Little, which he was hardly at all. Stan regresses maybe every other 2 months or so, every other month if you're lucky.

The Losers try to encourage him that he should regress as much as the other regressors, (Bill, Eddie and Richie regress probably once or twice every other week) but Stan the man would not budge.

Because he constantly suppresses said feelings, everything would just burst out of him unexpectedly, resulting in regressing or just straight up lashing out and crying.

But today, was (one of the rare occasions of) a happy day. It was a Thursday, the people who had school or work that day was Eddie, Ben and Mike, leaving Beverly, Richie, Bill and Stan at home.

Bev had successfully persuaded Stan to regress that day, knowing he had been working non-stop for the past few days.

Plus, Bill, who was already small that day and comfortable in his 2 year old headspace that could have a new big brother to play with.

Looking back, the losers noticed Stan has never been in little space when any of the other boys were in little space too. It's always been a coincidence that the jew was the only one small that day.. or so they thought.

Stan always, always made the conscious decision to stay big whenever someone else was little, so when he was little, all the attention would be on him.

He didn't want any other baby stealing his cuddle time or his sippies or any of the praise he got when he was little. Of course, Stan was never one to admit such a thing.

It was about 2pm, Billy was playing in the living room floor with his blocks and accompanied by Richie, currently enjoying his time as daddy,

"Dada, 'ook! T-tower's r-really tall!" The little boy tugs on Richie's sleeve, bringing his eyes to his creation. Richie chuckles, admiring his work and how cute his baby in his lap is.

"I can see that, angel! It's really, really cool!" He smiles, kissing Bill's cheek which makes him giggle.

He fiddles with the red pacifier in his mouth before giving his dada a paci kiss. It's really just him pressing his face into the other boy's face, because he doesn't know what kissing is in little space, but it's the thought that counts.

-- -- -- -- -- --

Meanwhile, Beverly is helping a certain curly-haired boy get dressed in a room not too far away. And by the looks of it, someone wasn't very happy today.

She's standing in front of Stan, who is currently in the process of regressing to a toddler headspace, is pouting, and refusing to make eye contact.

"I don't wanna wear it, Bev." He stomped his foot on the ground, whining. The boy is only in a pair of white undies, his arms crossed over his chest.

"Someone is cranky today. Stanley, it's just a pull-up. It's only for safe measures! Don't you remember what happened last time?" She moves to sit beside Stan, stroking his back. The jew flushes red, covering his face with his hands.

"But mama, I'm big enough!" His big doe eyes that seem like they're watering, shoot up at the girl, who instantly coos at her sensitive sweetheart.

"I know that, sweetie. You're my big, strong, beautiful biggest boy! But, I still think it wouldn't be so smart for you to go without protection." Stan regresses further by her words, but still pouts, getting more agitated when Bev cuts off anymore whines from him.

Moving the hair covering his face, the short-haired girl whispers, "Hey, I'll tell you what. I'll let you wear the special princess pull-ups we'd been saving only for special little princesses~" She says, basically with puppy dog eyes, really hoping Stan would take up this offer.

He desperately attempts to fight off a grin, to no avail, he fails. He always wanted to wear the pretty princess pull-ups he usually sees Eddie or Richie wear when they're little.

"O-Okay mama."

-- -- -- -- -- --

He's standing in front of the full body mirror, appreciating the pink, plastic-y, yet soft fabric hugging his waist and snug around his bottom. Bev is greeted with this adorable sight of her boy as she turns back with the rest of his clothes.

"'M pretty!" He gushes, twirling around. The caregiver standing not too far away struggles to hold in an audible coo, immediately dropping the clothes on the bed and practically sprints to scoop Stan up in her arms. He giggles, stuffing his face into the crook of his mommy's neck.

"Yes, you are! Yes, you are, my little princess! Now, let's get some clothes on you, yeah?" She bounces him on her hip, patting his padded bum, showing the selection of clothing.

Once in his usual khaki shorts, but instead of polo is a pastel pink shirt plus matching knee high socks to go with them, Stanny boy is ready.

"Now c'mon, Stanny! Off to go play with Daddy and Billy! I wonder what they're up to~" The short haired girl boops Stan's nose, getting a tiny squeak out of him.

Letting the boy wrap his lanky legs around Bev's waist, she picks him up with little to no effort, despite the height difference. Though it was quite worrying, she was glad he didn't weigh much regardless.

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ugh stanny boy just wants affection

there is a part two coming titled ~jealousy is not a pretty colour~ and i promise its better -- ironically its also much sadder i-

as always, stay safe, do your hw, wash your hands, n vote n comment !! ♡ 

also guys wtf this book is almost at 1k already yall are too sweet 🥺

okay that's it from me nerds

bye bye :)

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{915 words}

{finished writing may 26, 2020}
{published october 23, 2020}