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[directorlyric]

The Doctor is in

I decided Volker just needed an entire revamp from the ground up, I love his original design and all the fond memories I have of him but thematically he was all over the place and his lore SUCKED ! I decided to shave down a-lot of his elements and focus on the War / Doctor parts of it. I think now he’s a-lot better of a design / character in the context of Outlast. Rip blue Volker, you were beautiful when we had you </3

[tiniestlittlepony]

ᶠᵃⁱʳʸ ᵍⁱʳˡ 🌸

[theclowncarcircus]

You couldn't stop fussing and crying, wriggling in Haydens grip with all the strength your tired body could muster. You were already exhausted because of the late night game, unable to sleep without your Papa or Da with you.

"Kid, come on, settle down." Hayden insists, bouncing you gently on his hip. "See your Papa? He's right there, baby. Don't cry, okay?" He insists as he tries to settle you down. You shake your head furiously, reaching out for Shane with a weak, distraught wail.

The moment Shane hears the noise, he stands up, eyes finding you near the back of the crowd and building. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, my little one needs me." Shane insists, signaling Hayden to bring you over. The moment you're close enough, he gathers you into his arms and settles back down into his seat. The small crowd of people aww at the sight of you, cooing when you wrap your arms around his neck.

Cameras start flashing even faster, which Shane narrows his eyes at slightly, adjusting you so you could be tucked against his neck. "I've got you, sweetheart. You alright? Want Papa's sunglasses?" He offers, cleaning up your face with the sleeve of his sweatshirt. You nod immediately, giggling queitly when he slips them onto your face and shields your eyes from the cameras.

You didn't fall asleep. The lights, the questions, and Shane's talking kept you awake, but you were with your Papa. The next day, articles of Shane and Ilyas' new little one would be flooding the media. For now, you were chewing on Shane's hoodie strings and watching Hayden play peekaboo over someone's shoulder.

[flutterpups]

Could you pretty please with cherries on top write headcannons for cg!leon Kennedy (resident evil requiem) & fem!newborn regressor who's feeling a little fussy 0.0

-🦄

๑◝ . 🍓 ︵ cg leon w/ a fussy newborn hcs !!

• as much as he loves you, he can get a little grumpy over his baby being grumpy but that doesn't stop him from trying to figure out why you're so grumpy

• "honey, c'mon now" he mumbles the moment you start crying or kicking

• makes sure you're out of your crib and in his arms, rubbing circles on your back and humming along to a song he heard years ago

• "does someone want her toys? or does my little one just want her dad to hold her n love on her, hm? this would be easier if i could read minds"

• walks around and tries to find what could make you happy; picking up your rattles and chewies, little plushies you've scattered in your crib, until he settles down on the couch in defeat

• "sweet girl....youre killin daddy," he mumbles, moving you from his shoulder to settle you in his chest. your soft whines and his coos fill the room around you two, until he turns the tv to a famiar show.

• "really — you can't even lift your head up to watch this stuff..."

[theclowncarcircus]

I want to be held by the 141 team so bad.

Price gives me piggyback/baby sling vibes. He can hold his baby, but the extra support is helpful, especially to keep his hands free. I want to sit in his lap while he does paperwork, sleeping on his shoulder while he writes away. I just know he's warm and comfy to lay on.

Simon is a baby swaddler, just wrapping you up in a blanket, carrying you around that way and laying you on top of him whenever he settles down. He just keeps a little baby burrito on hand at all times, and I want to be the little baby.

Johnny gives me toss you around or spin with you in his arms vibes. He sets up the bed full of pillows so you don't get hurt and slams you down into the bed, lifting you up and tossing you into the pile. He can tell when you're starting to get overwhelmed from the activity and uses the pillow pile to cuddle you for a long nap. I just know he snuggles you close, rubbing your back a little to help you sleep.

Gaz absolutely gives piggyback rides, but he also loves just picking you up and holding you on his hip. He's great for calming you down, bouncing and swaying you when he holds you, and giving your face lots of little kisses. He also loves a good nap cuddle, cradling you in his lap and napping in the recliner in the living room.

I JUST WANNA BE HELD BY A STRONG TALL MAN IS THAT TOO MUCH TO ASK FOR?

[tinyboyyawns]

Caregiver Hannibal Lecter moodboard ( + headcanons)

TW: brief mentions of violence/harm (it’s Hannibal I had to)

🫀 He adores pet names! Darling, love, little lamb, little one, anything to encourage his tiny love further into babyspace. He feels incredibly honoured if you give him a nickname, and eventually he will only answer you if you address him as such.

🐑 He is firm but fair. He expects you to follow the rules he sets; they are there for your protection after all, and he will not tolerate rudeness or disrespect. As long as you are polite, and rarely test his patience, you will be dear to his heart forever.

🫀 Hannibal is very protective of his darling. You will never stray too far, he’ll make sure of that. He’s always there to guide you and protect you, even if you don’t fully know what he’s capable of. God forbid someone is rude or unkind to his little lamb, he will stop at nothing to protect you (…and conveniently serves your favourite food for dinner that night).

🐑 He finds the most comfort in the little things. Hannibal can be very hands-on when he cares to be. Whether it’s cutting your food into bite-sized pieces or doing up the buttons on your jacket; he will always offer a helping hand. He may even engineer situations for you where you have no choice but to run to him for help, and he’ll do so gladly.

🫀 Both yours and Hannibal’s favourite activity together is cooking. He sits you down on the counter or stool while he cooks, answering all of your curious questions with a pleased smile. Occasionally, he lets you be his little assistant, teaching you all about different foods and cultures, allowing you to help him with small tasks. You’re his little taste tester, trying all manner of soups and sauces that he spoon feeds you. He wants everything to be perfect for you, of course.

🐑 He wants to know every single detail there is to know about you. Your favourite foods, so he can surprise you with them. Your favourite toys, so he can spoil you rotten. Your favourite animal, so he can treat you to a soft plush after a particularly difficult day. Not just the sweet little facts either, he wants to know everything and he’s not above poking and prodding to find out exactly what he wants. Don’t concern yourself with that though, he’s only doing what’s best for you. How is he supposed to know how to look after you if you won’t talk to him?

[cg-marvel]

ant-man shrunk himself and he’s doing this to my lungs rn

[cg-marvel]

hihi it's me the petreg asker - if you're feelin it I'd love some hcs or an imagine (whatever u feel like!) for Bucky with a boy Puppy! If u want to get crazy w it at all for background I'd looove reader being a werewolf for added context - he/it pronouns are both good & if u wanna guest appearance any other characters Nat would be cool :3c

Also no pressure if the idea doesn't speak to you !!

anon this is the cuuuutest concept and i have been thinking about it for days !! i hope you enjoy <3

Puppy Days 🐶🐾

headcanons for caregiver!bucky barnes x boy puppy regressor!reader (with a little werewolf flair! 🐺)

🐾 bucky is the perfect caregiver for a pup regressor. he's the best mix of instinctively protective and consciously gentle, and you never have to tell him you're in puppy space because he already knows!

🐾 his voice is like a rope pulling you in from sea when you're overwhelmed or anxious. he keeps it low, calm, and always a little raspy with that brooklyn drawl that hits your ears just right.

🐾 life as bucky's puppy is full of special moments, but perhaps the most special is when he buys you your first collar.

🐾 he takes a long time picking it out for you. he wants something that's comfortable but stylish, something that makes you feel good about yourself when you wear it. he'd want a nice leather, something durable (for all those fetch sessions!) but soft against your skin. he'd have picked out a tag for you already, maybe silver with red engraving to match his style a little. he'll have your name on the front and something a little sweet on the back, like my boy or a little star. if you don’t mind the clinking noise, he’ll even take one of his dog tags and attach it to your collar, like a symbol for you to remember that you’re his pup and he’s your person.

🐾 he sits on the sofa and you kneel at his feet, and he can't resist giving you a few scritches behind the ears (with his flesh hand, nice and warm) until you lay your little head in his lap. he's so careful not to pinch your skin when he fastens it onto your neck, and the fabric is warm where he held it in his palms. he makes sure the size is adjustable for different werewolf shift states.

🐾 “easy, easy… there’s a handsome pup. not too tight? lemme make sure.”

🐾 he loves cooking for the both of you, and on days you’re feeling regressed, he goes all out helping you settle into the headspace and feel taken care of. he’ll make breakfast for himself and “puppy food” for you in your dog bowl: dry cereal on top of some yogurt, toast cut into squares with scrambled eggs, maybe some bacon or sausage. lunch is chicken and rice, or a dissembled sandwich that he makes sure is cut up into puppy-sized bites. dinner is something warm and comforting, like salty broth you can lick up or yummy meatballs in pasta. if you’re an extra good boy, he’ll even give you treats! all he has to do is show you the cookie/beef jerky/cheese cube and you’re ready to show him all the cool tricks you can do.

🐾 he gives you little tasks before meals if you’re too hyper to eat yet! he’ll have you fetch his bandana or sit nicely like a good boy. he always compliments when you sit up extra tall on your hind legs!

🐾 he’s soooo stubborn about giving you extra treats, but that doesn’t mean you don’t try! even if he isn’t swayed by your best puppy eyes and your most impressive tricks, he’ll still rub your head and tell you how precious you are.

🐾 “you know those big eyes don’t work on me, honey. you’re still awful cute, though.”

🐾 on full moons when you shift, he’s always totally prepared to take care of you. he has lots of blankets for a nest, water, snacks, warm towels and cool washcloths, soothing music, and the comfiest clothes you own which usually belong to him. he even has a moon phase tracker in his phone, so sometimes he knows the full moon is coming even before you do.

🐾 he’s so strong, so if you need him to hold you while you shift/keep you safe throughout the night, he’s completely capable. he’ll have you gently restrained in his lap with the metal arm and he strokes your fur with his flesh hand, making sure you’re as comfortable as possible and that you know he’s there for you.

🐾 “i’m patrolling this shift, little guy, you just settle down. focus on my voice, alright? good boy.”

🐾 he takes such good care of you afterwards, too, when you’ve shifted back to puppy form and need to recuperate. he carefully wipes you down with warm water and helps you put on something comfy, then rechecks your collar to make sure it isn’t too tight or too loose. you spend most of the day-afters in bed, with him reading to you and feeding you little snacks out of his palm. he keeps a basket of soft chew toys for you because he knows they help you feel calmer, and he always makes sure you’re not making your jaw sore chewing too hard.

🐾 he never punished you if you’re having trouble behaving. with his own history, he can’t bear the thought of making you think for a second that your big emotions are something to be punished. even if you’re yapping and growling and don’t want to be touched, he always knows how to speak in a way that cuts through the noise in your head. by the time he’s done, you’ve gone from overexcited puppy to the sweetest boy he’s ever had the pleasure of petting.

🐾 the first time natasha comes over while you’re in puppy space, bucky is quietly eager to show her how well-trained you are. he’ll keep extra snacks in his pocket and tempt you to sit, lay down, fetch your favorite toy, and he’ll even test how good you are at waiting for permission before eating your treats!

🐾 natasha is someone with discipline running through her veins, so she’s very impressed at how well you listen to bucky. she’s also very in tune with body language, so she’s very careful to pay attention to your energy when she comes over: is it a playful puppy day? or do you need calm and head scratches? if you come up to her while she’s sitting, she’ll guide your head to her knee and massage the nape of your neck while she chats with bucky. she’ll even compliment what a friendly pup you are :)

🐾 she’s also the best babysitter. if bucky’s away and nat is keeping an eye on you, she almost always brings you a new toy to play with. she makes sure to keep your routine, too, because she knows how important that is when your main caregiver is away. she’ll make sure you have plenty of play time, but also some structured time to relax. maybe she’ll brush your fur or just scratch behind your ears while you both watch a movie.

🐾 “i’ll tell barnes you were brave, hm? i know you miss him.”

🐾 all in all… you’re a super well-cared-for pup if bucky has anything to say about it! with him around, all you have to worry about is being a good boy 🦴❤️

part two!

[bunnelbaby]

ღ Hannigram Caregiver flag for those who have a special interest, find comfort in, feel a connection to, identify with, or imagine the fictional pairing of Will Graham and Hannibal Lecter as their caregivers as a gift for my dear friend @tasselhound (please reblog if you save)!

[asleep-in-the-backseat]

IMAGINE sitting with your CG in the car, and they let you spam the FUCK out of the horn if you're still parked. There's some people around that stare for sure, a couple people laugh a little or giggle, and there's a parent wrangling kids at one of the street corners that knows EXACTLY what's going on and gives a fond little smile in your direction.

[justatinyjinx]

Accidents happen

summary: you drop a glass one evening and start to slip into baby space due to panic, sevika soothes you

cw: crying, age regression

word count: 745

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This evening, you had woken from your nap and Sevika had convinced you to let go of her and stop cuddling long enough for her to get you dinner. You were still a little hazy, but awake enough to toddle around the kitchen, while she reheated leftovers.

You wanted to help.

You always wanted to help.

Sevika didn’t stop you when you reached up for your cup on the counter, she was right there after all, only a step away. But your hands were still sleepy and uncoordinated, and when your fingers slipped...

CRASH.

The glass hit the floor and shattered.

Your breath hitched. In an instant, your whole body went stiff.

You stared at the glittering shards, eyes huge, lips trembling.

“Kid-” Sevika started.

But you were already spiraling.

A whimper tore out of you, tiny and panicked. Your hands flew to your chest, fingers trembling. Your eyes welled so fast they overflowed immediately. You shook your head in frantic little jerks, breaths coming out sharp and fast. Too fast.

You hadn’t meant to. You didn’t mean to break it. You didn’t mean to make a mess. You didn’t want Sevika to be mad. You didn’t want to be in trouble. Your thoughts shrank, your words shrank, you shrank...

And suddenly you were very, very little.

Little enough that everything felt too big and too loud.

Little enough that all you could do was cry.

“Hey, whoa, whoa.” Sevika crossed the room in three long strides.

You stumbled backward, overwhelmed, making tiny squeaky cries that barely sounded like words anymore.

Sevika crouched down to your level, careful not to touch you until she knew you could handle it, “Sweetheart, look at me,” she said, voice soft and steady. “It’s okay. You’re okay.”

You couldn’t. Your vision blurred with tears. Your breaths were short, panicked little gasps. One more soft whine escaped you. High, helpless, and baby-small.

Sevika’s expression melted, “Oh, kiddo… you regressed all the way down, huh?” It was a rhetorical question , she knew.

She slowly extended her arms, “Come here, little one. It’s safe.” You hesitated, one trembling step, then choked out a tiny sob and launched yourself at her.

She caught you instantly, lifting you against her chest. You buried your face in her shoulder, clutching her shirt with shaking hands, sobbing so hard your whole body shook, “Shh, I got you,” she murmured, rocking gently, “Nothing’s wrong. You didn’t do anything bad. Glass can be replaced. You? You’re more important.”

You let out a tiny hiccuping cry into her collarbone and Sevika rubbed your back slowly. “Look at me, kiddo.”

You peeked up, eyes enormous and wet.

“There is no trouble. Understand?” she said, tapping your nose gently, “No mad. No yelling. No punishment. Just a little accident, okay?”

Your lip wobbled and she wiped your tears with her thumb, “You got scared, that’s all. Happens to littles your size.”

You made a tiny noise, something between a whine and a question. You were too small to speak properly.

“Yeah, baby,” she whispered, reading your mind, “Even accidents are okay.” With one arm holding you snug, she stood and walked you to the couch, keeping your head tucked under her chin.

“You're gonna stay right here while I clean that up,” she told you, brushing your hair out of your face, “You’ll sit with your stuffie and wait for me. But I’m not leaving the room, okay?”

You clung harder, shaking your head, your regression had you so little you could barely form sounds, just soft crying breaths and tiny fists bunching in her shirt. You didn't want her to let go of you.

“Okay, okay,” she soothed, chuckling fondly, “I’ll hold you while I do it.” She stood up with you curled in one arm like a koala, then carefully reached for the broom with the other. She kept humming to you the whole time, slow and calm so you wouldn’t feel abandoned.

Within minutes, the glass was gone, “There,” she whispered, “All done.” She carried you back to the couch

You finally started to settle, exhaustion pulling at your tiny self. Sevika kissed the top of your head before resting her cheek against your hair.

“That’s my brave little one,” she murmured, “And you listen to me, okay? Accidents don’t make me love you any less.”

You gave one last tiny sniffle, nodding.

"I love you baby." She whispered and you clung a little tighter, a silent 'I love you too'.

[arctickat2400]

Soft & Warm ~ Steve Harrington

Steve Harrington x Reader (bf/caregiver x small space reader)

Word Count: 2361

Warnings: fluff (as always), hurt/comfort, nightmares (may be triggering for some readers), parents yelling at reader, caregiver Steve, reader has age regression tendencies, soft Steve (he’s always soft in my opinion), shirtless Steve in gray sweatpants, lots of repetition (my apologies), no use of a name - just Steve’s nicknames for reader

A/N: So originally this was gonna be a Billy Hargrove imagine because I’ve had the notes for awhile and I’ve never been able to find an imagine that depicted Billy as a good, solid caregiver for an age regressor. So I thought I’d try my hand at it, but that would be really hard to write because of how tired I am.  I just don’t have the mental capacity at the moment to try it. So instead, I changed it to Steve Harrington because it just makes more sense. Plus he’s my favorite character and my comfort character at the moment, and let’s admit it - who doesn’t love Steve? (I was a bit self-indulgent in this btw)

Now, I don’t particularly imagine my character truly age regressing, but instead she has age regression tendencies. She likes to be babied and taken care of so she doesn’t have to deal with the weight of the world anymore. I haven’t written anything in a long time, and this is also my first time writing about age regression and with limited notes, so we’ll see how it turns out. And this is also (surprisingly) my first time writing for Steve, so if y’all have any other requests or ideas on an imagine about caregiver Steve or just Steve himself (or any other character I write for), please let me know! I would love to get back into writing. Hope y’all enjoy! (Sorry about the long authors note lol)

Deep in thought, Steve struggled to stay awake, worrying over his most precious love. He sat in his recliner, keeping his eyes on your sleeping body in your shared bed. 

Steve had just been able to put you back to sleep after a small nightmare. He wanted to be in bed with you, to hold you, to comfort you. But he hadn’t been able to lay still. He didn’t want to wake you again, even though he knows how tired you are, with or without the nightmare interrupting your valuable sleep. 

So, having placed your teddy bear in your arms, linking your fingers through the tags of your small taggie blanket, and placing a gentle kiss to your forehead, he had taken a short stroll through the house, filling your bottle with water and setting it on your bedside table in case you were to wake up again. Settling in the recliner, making sure you were okay before he tried to go back to sleep, his mind kept playing over and over how overwhelmed you’ve been lately and how he hasn’t been able to help, no matter what he’s done. 

You would always tell him how grateful you are to him, for how he has helped you, even when he thinks he hasn’t. But if it wasn’t for Steve, you would be far more lost than you are now. He has been able to calm you down in times when, without him, you would have to deal all on your own, cry yourself to sleep without comfort, some nights becoming sleepless. But with Steve, just one look at him and you know everything will be okay, even if it doesn’t seem like it at the moment. Just being held in his arms makes the whole world just fall away, even if it’s just for a little while at a time.

But Steve still can’t get over the fact that he has to watch his precious girlfriend, his sweet baby girl struggle with not only stresses from school, but with traumatic nightmares and exhaustion that just won’t go away. 

What makes it all worse is that you haven’t been able to regress for quite some time. He hasn’t been able to help you get away from your adult mindset. You will tell him how it’s fine, that you don’t need to regress, that the amount of papers that fellow classmates ask you to edit doesn’t bother you, no matter how many times Steve’s told you to stop because it’s not helping the stress or exhaustion.

Steve has woken up countless times to you screaming and crying, from your nightmares waking you up almost every night, making you even more exhausted throughout the day. There have been times where Steve has found you asleep in his car in the middle of a school day, or he’d been called to the nurse’s office because you’d passed out in class.

You’ve always worried that all of this - the nightmares and waking Steve up in the middle of the night, him having to bring you home in the middle of the day and causing you both to struggle in class with grades (the teachers and counselors are very understanding though), him always having to take care of you - that it’s all a burden on him, that you’re a burden because you can’t get it all under control. 

But Steve, every chance he gets, assures you that can’t be more wrong, that you can never be a burden to him. He loves you and he’s committed himself to you, no matter what life may bring. He not only tells you, but shows you how much he loves you and how much he loves to take care of you. Nothing you could do would be a burden to him. And he never ceases to make sure that fact is ingrained in your head. 

Steve can’t get it off his mind how, even though he’s tried many times, he just can’t get you to regress. He can’t stand seeing how overwhelmed you get when you try so hard to release all your big thoughts and responsibilities, but are unable to because of how much you have on your mind. And he hates that he can’t do more to help.

So, Steve sits across from you, racking his brain for any and all ways that he can care for you in your struggling state. That’s all he wants to do - love you and care for you - and he won’t stop until you feel every ounce of love in his heart that he has already given you.

“Why can’t you do anything right? All we’ve ever done is provide for you and all you’ve done is ask for more and give us troubles. How is that fair?” Your mother reprimanded you. Your breathing turned heavy. You didn’t think you were like that. You tried your best at everything. You only asked for what you thought you needed. But nothing was enough for your parents. You weren’t enough.

“You can’t even get a good grade in a simple class.” Your father chastised. He always cared more about your success than your wellbeing. Your exhaustion made it hard to live up to his high expectations of you. “You’re always out with that boy. Men don’t want high maintenance. You’re not enough for us. You’re certainly not going to be enough for him.” That’s where it hit you the hardest. Them talking about Steve like that. That can’t be true, could it? Then the tears came, and you started yelling back…

“NO!” You screamed out, and Steve’s head jerked up from his dazed mental perusal. “No! Stop!” You cried out. Steve was at your side instantly, his hands on either of your cheeks, trying to wake you. 

“Hey, baby, it’s okay. I’m right here,” Steve’s heart broke at the tears streaming from your eyes. He’s placed himself in the middle of the bed, hovering over you as his thumbs stroked your temples, wiping the tears away. “Wake up, sweetheart. It’s not real. Come on, honey,” He lifts your trembling body into his arms, holding you tight against his chest, rocking you back and forth on his lap. He held your body in one arm, rubbing your back gently, his other hand holding your head to his chest. 

You force your eyes to open at the sound of your favorite voice. Steve knows you’re awake when you place your hand on his chest, clawing to anchor yourself impossibly closer to him. It’s at these times when he’s glad you bite your nails so your scratching doesn’t affect him too much physically. Although he would endure any sort of pain if it took some away from you. 

“Stevie?” You cried, making sure he was really there.

“Yeah, baby. I’m right here. You’re okay,” He stroked his fingers through your hair, something he did quite often to soothe you.

As his hold on you tightened, he could feel you calming down. It didn’t take you as long as it usually does, which makes him think. Steve looks down at you, tilting your chin away from his chest to look you in the eyes. His heart breaks at your glassy eyes filled with tears as you stare up at him, the sadness and trauma slowly transitioning to softness and what he hoped was your little mind taking over. This nightmare must have been your breaking point. 

“It’s alright, baby. Let it go. Let it all go,” Steve smiled softly down at you, bringing his hand up to tuck stray strands of hair behind your ear. You’re no longer crying as the last few tears flow down the sides of your face. He brushes them away gently before he reaches over to his bedside table and picks up your favorite pacifier. He’s been trying to use it to get you to regress, but to no avail, until now. 

You stare into his eyes as you lay in his most comforting embrace. Steve places the pacifier in your mouth and your head begins to clear. You reach up to play with some strands of his hair, a grounding mechanism you’ve created whenever you regress. 

“Hi, sweet girl. You’re so brave, you know that? I love you so much,” Steve smiles, his eyes locked on hers. He leans down to press a soft kiss to your forehead. When he comes back up, that sparkle he missed so much is back in your eyes.

“There you are, my love. I’ve been looking for you,” You let out a small giggle when he says that, and his smile grows, ever so soft, as he caresses the back of his fingers over your smooth cheeks, guiding his finger down the length of your nose. You nuzzle against his chest and Steve guides his hand to brush over the back of your head, laying his head on top of yours to ground not only you, but himself.

You haven’t regressed in a long time, and Steve feels the need to make it count, hoping it’s not going to be the last time in a long time. He loves taking care of you this way, taking care of his baby, and he will continue to do so for as long as he’s able. 

Making sure you’re in comfortable clothes, one of his hoodies, a sports bra and a pair of your boyshorts underwear (you’ll know why later), he lifts you up and positions you to straddle his waist. Usually you’re very self conscious about your body, your insecurities getting the best of you. And even though Steve always reminds you how beautiful you are and how much he loves your body, you don’t really pay much mind to it when you’re in little space. 

He picked you up in his arms as you cling onto him like a koala, arms around his neck and legs around his waist, holding on for dear life. Standing from the bed, Steve carries you through the halls, down the stairs and to the kitchen. He tries to set you down on the island counter so he could make your bottle, but you begin to cry because you don’t want him to let you go.

“Alright, it’s okay. I’ve got you, sweetheart,” Steve assures you quietly, placing his arm back under your thighs to hold you up, swaying back and forth to calm you down again. You lay your head between his neck and shoulder, one hand embedded into the hair at the back of his head, scratching lightly, and the other placed on his chest. You watch his movements as he reaches up into the cabinet to grab your favorite bottle and placing it on the counter. He walks over to the fridge, taking the milk carton, kicking the fridge door closed, and filling your bottle. He places it in the microwave for a few seconds, laying his head on top of yours with his head smoothing over your head, and your eyes become heavy. Laying in his arms while he walks around, your mind cleared, feeling every move he makes, feeling his warm skin against your cheek, it comforts you, making you sleepy. 

Once your bottle is done, Steve takes it from the microwave and makes his way into the living room. Placing your bottle on the side table, Steve lays back in the chair, situating you so that you’re sideways on his lap before lifting his hoodie up over your head and laying you against his chest, his arm around your waist, holding you up. He took your favorite Mickey Mouse blanket from where it was draped over the back of the recliner, and laid it over your body.

Skin to skin was one of Steve’s favorite ways to comfort you when you were in your small space. It comforted you the most to feel his warmth against your own, allowing you to feel more safe than ever. Skin to skin allowed you to know that Steve was really there, that it wasn’t some part of your imagination playing tricks on you. He always had you in enough clothes (sports bra and underwear) so that you didn’t feel uncomfortable, but little enough so that you could still feel him and his warmth entirely. 

Steve reached over to grab your bottle after you were comfortable curled up against his chest. Pulling your pacifier from your mouth and placing it on the table, he replaced it with the nub of the bottle. Leaning back in his arm, your hand placed on his chest, rubbing your thumb smoothly across his skin, you locked eyes with Steve as he held the bottle up for you to drink from. You couldn’t tear your eyes away from his, too soft, too comforting, too mesmerizing to look away.

Your eyes felt heavy and tears began to form from the struggle of trying to stay awake. You didn’t want to go to sleep. You wanted to stay up and revel in the comforting embrace that is your favorite person, your boyfriend, your Stevie. 

Seeing the tears, Steve takes the now half bottle of milk and puts it back on the table. He knew you had to be exhausted. He would recognize those silent tears anywhere, in any situation. 

“Shh, it’s okay, honey. You can sleep now. I’ve got you, baby girl,” Steve whispers encouragingly to you, stroking your cheek and rubbing your shoulder, trying to calm you enough that your eyes would eventually close on their own. 

The second Steve put your pacifier back in, your head lulled to the side, hiding in his chest, your hands curled in between you and him. He pulled your blanket further over the both of you as he held you tight against him while placing his other hand over your tummy, rubbing your soft skin there gently. He placed his head over yours and closed his eyes once he felt your soft breaths match up with his. He holds you like you are the most fragile thing in the world, because to him, you are. Nothing could ever beat the feeling of savoring this warm, endless love Steve felt for you. 

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