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@cani-ark
intro post :]
hello ! go by cani-ark and i use this sideblog to reblog regression stuff so i can come back for it to relax :3
i'm an age regressor, granted i'm relatively new to the whole thing and struggle to regress deeply and voluntarily . my little age tends to vary a lot, i can never really narrow it down – i think it's between 3-8
tags are !
#misc , #fandom , #moodboard , #fandom moodboard , #concept , #fandom concept and #guidance
big brother who is always there. pinching your cheeks and ruffling your hair. complaining about you drinking all the milk. serving you slightly burnt food and threatening you to hush and eat it. checking for monsters under your bed. holding your hand when you cross the road. taking you to concerts with him and letting you sit on his shoulders. introducing you to his friends - "don't talk to these guys though, kiddo. they're weird. just be my friend!" - painting your nails. loving you endlessly in his own special way, just for you.
To all my regressor friends
You’re not a bad a kid if
-you’re a picky eater
-you cry a lot
-you don’t regress like others do
-you have melt downs
- you go non speaking
-you have big feelings
-you can’t do something
-you have accidents
-you’re loud
-you’re clumsy
-you have trouble regulating your emotions
-you have scary thoughts
-you’re messy
You’re a good kid. You don’t have to have it all figured out or keep it together all the time. It’s okay to have big feelings, it’s okay to mess up, it’s okay to have thoughts that scare you when regressed. There’s nothing wrong with you, you’re not bad. It’s okay if your regression doesn’t look like their regression. You’re doing your best.
Be nice to your little self.
Carer who accidentally raises their voice at their kiddo.
They didn’t mean to. They would never mean to. But they were stressed out and kiddo had spilled something, typically not a big deal. But today they reacted without thinking, sending their little one running out of the room and looking for a place to hide. They find them eventually, camped out in a pillow fort they made together the night before, curled up and sniffling softly.
“Hey little love.” Carer whispers, inching closer and placing a soft hand on their arm. “I didn’t mean to yell at you. You’re so small when you’re like this, I know you didn’t mean it.”
No answer. Just more sniffles and soft whines.
“I’m really sorry, bug. Everyone makes mistakes, I made one by yelling. Please forgive me? I know you don’t like loud voices.” They’re pleading at this point, their heart breaking watching their tiny cry and knowing it’s their fault.
It takes a few minutes but eventually their kiddo is in their lap, sucking on a paci and wiping their eyes on carer’s shirt.
“I don’t like when you yell…”it’s muffled by the pacifier but still audible. “I didn’t mean to knock it over.”
“I know. It’s okay, I cleaned it up. It was an easy clean up. This one is much harder though. How can I make it up to you hm?”
Little thinks for a minute before looking up with big wet eyes.
“Will you watch a show with me? I know you’re…umm…stressed? So maybe…maybe you can come relax with me?”
Carer smiles, kissing their head.
“That’s a good idea, bug. Cmon let’s go wind down together.”
Because even carers aren’t perfect and sometimes mess up. And that’s okay! They don’t need to be perfect. They just need to be there!!
So your test results came back, turns out your diagnosis is baby. Yeah sorry about that. Yeah.. go play with toys and drink apple juice
How i love you vtech toys...
I love the look of the light up buttons...like the dotty transparent look is so nostalgic to me 🧡
Hey, glad you're feeling better!! I'd like to request a Spirited Away moodboard, pretty please and thank you =]
Yes here you go!! Sorry this was late, halfway thru making a Howl's Moving Castle moodboard I realized you asked for a Spirited Away moodboard 😳 then I made a bunch of dividers too because I couldn't resist
Of course I'll also post the Howl's Moving Castle one too 👀
• Credit not required for dividers, but its always very appreciated!!
More subtle agere tips:
I wear glasses and walking around with no glasses on always makes me feel tinyy!!
Tucking your arms into your shirt when you're cold!! (Or your caregiver's if applicable. I like touching mine with my cold freezing icicle fingers hashtag hypothyroidism)
OK. Get you a pair of big baggy jeans that are way too long and cuff them. Cuff them a LOT. Put THICK cuffs on there i mean 2-3 inch height pants cuffs.
Hold your cup with both hands !!!
I have mentioned this before but drinking out of huge plastic cups. I like when the rim of the cup touches my forehead when I drink. Comically large cup
I once got one of those huge rainbow lollipops and walking around licking it did actually make me feel like a kid in a propeller hat
I am pretty much always fidgeting with my fingers in some way esp when walking around. Dinosaur arms + fidgeting with fingers is great !! Also do not be afraid to do flappy hands in public nobody cares or will say anything
I have also mentioned this before but walking without bending your knees very much. Biiiig stomp. Also sitting on the floor with your legs straight out
Collecting literally anything! I collect clown dolls, strange trinkets, vintage porcelain animal figurines, pins and patches, etc!!
Also DIYing always makes me feel tinier!! Lately for my puppy regression i have made a body harness (out of a dog harness that i just sized up with scraps of backpack straps) and 3D paw pads for my hand warmers !!
What are hoodie strings for if not to gnaw on
Keep your eyes on the ground when you walk and (safely) pick up cool things you find! I have a baggie with me at all times for this purpose!! I have found things like buttons, toys, pins, etc this way!
You have heard of patterned socks but have you heard of plain socks that are a little bit too big. Chefs kiss. Maybe not for under shoes but too-big socks are always good for walking around
Pointing at things with just one ☝️ finger
Also for some reason keeping my lips a little parted makes me feel small? Like my mouth open just a tiny bit? Maybe it's more whimsical who knows
Echolalia also makes me feel small. Even if I'm doing it on purpose (im usually not tho #myautism) just repeating sounds I hear always does the trick !! Esp with things like cars going vvrrroooom or birds going cheep cheep. Wonderful 👌 I am my own soundboard
Also an autism tip: scripting or echolalia with childhood shows! Doesn't have to be "for kids", but much more fun if it's something nostalgic !! Like 50% of everything that comes out of my mouth when small are lines from movies or shows. If you see me say something oddly specific chances are it's a movie quote. Actually even if you dont catch it a lot of what I say is just quotes from obscure childhood movies
Plushie keychains but on your pants loops !! I have a Taz (looney tunes) plush keychain bag that holds my glasses wipes!
Hi mama
Today isn’t great, my friend came over but left early because I’m not super present today and we couldn’t decide on something to do
She said if she went home we could play video games but her microphone is havin a problem so I’ve been waiting for almost 2 hours to play
I don’t even really wanna play video games I wanna play wif my calico critters but I told her we could play games
Could u tell me somfing nice that happened wif u recently i think that’d help me feel a little better
-🔆
Hi my sweet Sunny,
I’m sorry you’ve got this going on!
I bet your friend would understand if you told them you didn’t feel up to playing games with them, and that you wanted to do your own thing for a little bit - especially if their microphone isn’t working too well and the whole thing is dragging on and making you feel worse and worse.
You’re a very good friend for still trying to do something with them, but maybe we can try being a good friend to ourselves this time sweetheart, how does that sound?
Hmm, something nice that happened to mama recently…
Well last night I got my Pride nails done, and my tech gave me a little discount for the cute star stickers I got on them because it perfectly used up the last of her sheet that she was wanting to get rid of!
Then work wise, I sent off one of my first big submissions that I’d done by myself and we got notice that it was approved and accepted and now our company has been chosen to complete the project.
I’m sure there is something little that you’ve got going on my love, that can bring you some little sparks of joy. Can we try and find some for you maybe?
Hello! I don’t know if you take requests (ignore if not)
But I was wondering if you could possibly write about platonic!dad!price x kid!reader where (the trend: realising you do certain things for the last time. Like picking up your kids) he picks reader up after telling them this?
Maybe a straight continuation from your dad fic from 9 hrs ago? If possible of course.
Ty sweets!
hiii !! i do in fact take requests (i should probs say that in my pinned post) so absolutely !!
gender neutral!reader , teen reader (17-18) , single dad!price , platonic
you don’t really have to read this but it’ll make more sense if you do
i got ever so slightly carried away oopsie… but just slightly 🤏
3.1k words :3
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you woke up early the next morning, like stupidly early.
glancing out your window , you see it’s still dark outside , only a glimmer of light. you open your phone , briefly being blinded by the light and making your eyes water. after blinking away the tears you check the time ; 5:37 AM. you put your phone down with a groan , rolling over and attempting to fall back to sleep.
you’re unsuccessful. flipping over and checking your phone , you see only 15 minutes have passed , making the time 5:52 AM. getting up with a groan , you walk into your bathroom. after using the toilet and washing your hands, you start washing your face. once you finished washing your face you started your skin care. you start with a toner , making sure it soaks in before applying the next step ; a hydrating serum. after making sure that it was soaked in you applied your eye cream , applying your moisturizer right after. you wash your hands right after , not likening the feeling of all the products coating your fingers.
you walk back into your room , grabbing a pair of sweatpants and putting them on before grabbing your phone and putting it in your pocket. you walk out after , not bothering to close the door.
heading downstairs your met with two bodies draped across the couches. right. the coworkers. you forgot about them. ones missing though. walking into the kitchen your eyes catch on the back door. the slightly open back door. the same back door that gets locked every night. you slowly walk over to the counter , reaching for the junk door and rummaging around.
yes ! exactly what you were looking for.
you pick up the pepper spray , walking carefully towards the back door. you suddenly get jump scared , screaming as the door was suddenly opened. lifting your arms , you aim directly at the intruders face before spraying , emptying the whole can. you chuck the empty can at the attackers face before turning and bolting , not seeing if he entered the house or not.
you make it into the kitchen before being stopped , Soap and Gaz appearing disheveled in front of you. “what happened ?! we heard you scream” as Gaz talks to you , Soap takes in your appearance. you shake with adrenaline and fear but otherwise appear unharmed. “someon- fuck- someone um- i noticed the door , the back door , fuck-” you take a deep breath , attempting to collect yourself. “okay. so um- i saw the back door opened a crack and uh- the door then opened , like all the way , and i um pepper sprayed the guy and ran.” you shake your hands out , trying to rid yourself of the fear.
Gaz sends Soap an unreadable look , but somehow Soap understands , walking away to the back door. you go to follow him with your eyes but are stopped by Gaz calling your attention. “what did he look like ? any descriptors ?” you pause for a moment , pulling the memory back up. “um- tall. like super tall. uh he was wearing a mask- like his whole face was covered but i could still see his eyes. i- he was big , like real big-” you’re cut off by sudden laughter. whipping your head towards the back door , you see Soap keeled over , hands on his stomach as laughter spills from his lips.
what.
walking over before Gaz can stop you , you see what Soap is laughing about. you don’t understand what’s so funny , it’s just the intruder with his head thrown back. “oh my-! HA ! I CAN’T-! BAHA ! GHOST YOU GOT- HA !” oh my god you pepper sprayed your father’s coworker. Gaz walk over and starts to laugh too , hard.
10 minutes and a soaked kitchen later (from trying and failing at cleaning out Ghosts eyes) , Ghost is sitting at the counter , mask in hand. dad had come down as well , woken up by all the commotion. him , Gaz , and Soap are all seated at the table , each nursing a mug of tea and chatting. you bustle about while speaking , grabbing everything you’d need to make some breakfast. “i am SO sorry ! oh my gosh ! if i’d known it was you i wouldn’t have done that- oh im so” “kid” “stupid ! of course you don’t wear that fuckass skull mask all the time ! fuck” “kid.” i am SO SO sorry dude-” “kid!” your mouth clicks shut , eyes snapping up to meet his as you stop in place.
he has an amused look on his face so he’s probably not mad. “it’s fine kiddo. you did what you were meant to. nothing wrong with that.” “but-” “no buts. you did the right thing. i’m not mad , maybe a little annoyed but i’m not mad.” you scrunch your face up , wanting to argue but knowing it’d get you nowhere. letting out a sigh , you walk over to the counter , setting down the milk you still had in your hands.
pulling out one of the cook books you own , you flip through it before landing on the right page for what you were making ; buttermilk pancakes. kind of. you don’t have buttermilk but you know a trick.
2 cups all-purpose flour (250g)
3 tablespoons sugar
2 teaspoons baking powder
½ teaspoon baking soda
½ teaspoon salt
2 ¼ cups buttermilk¹ (530ml)
2 large eggs lightly beaten, room temperature preferred
1 teaspoon vanilla extract
4 Tablespoons unsalted butter melted and cooled (57g)
(recipe came from here)
taking a look at the recipe and all the ingredients you have laying around , you realize you’re forgetting the vanilla extract. after grabbing that and 1 large glass bowl and 1 small-ish glass bowl , you start measuring all of the dry ingredients and the sugar. pouring the flour , sugar , salt , baking powder , and baking soda into the larger bowl. you mix them all up before making a well in the middle of the bowl , almost big enough to keep all the liquid contained.
taking a small glass bowl and putting the butter in it , you set the bowl in the microwave , setting a timer for 30 seconds. while that melts you crack the eggs into the smaller bowl , making sure no shells got in. the microwave beeps. walking over , you see the butter still needs about 20 more seconds. leaving it to melt more , you measure the milk but before you pour it in the same bowl as the eggs , you add a few squirts of lemon juice. you didn’t know exactly how it worked but you knew that the acidity of the lemon juice would slightly separate the milk and create more whey.
pouring the milk in with the eggs now , you mix them slightly , you mainly just wanted to break up the yolks. taking the melted butter out of the microwave , you set it aside for now. picking up the milk and egg mixture , you pour it into the well you made. picking up the fork , you start to mix the batter up. pouring the butter in you continue mixing. once everything was incorporated you pour in some vanilla extract , eyeballing it. mixing that in , you glance up , seeing that Ghost had moved , now sitting with the rest.
you decide to clean up now. taking everything you used and setting it in the sink before putting all the ingredients away in their correct spots. walking back over to the sink , you pick up the sponge before turning the water on. after you finished washing the dishes , you made your way over to the fridge. crouching down , you look for a protein that’s not eggs. finding the pack of bacon you bought the other day , you pull it out and set it on the counter. taking out a baking sheet , you line it with parchment paper before laying the strip of bacon on the tray.
once that was done , you wash your hands , annoyed at the grease on your fingers. walking over to the oven , you set the temperature at 375°f (190°c).
walking over to the batter , you glance over at the table , seeing them all distracted by conversation. a sly smile appears on your face as you ponder what color to make the pancakes.
hmm decisions , decisions.
looking through your container of food dye you choose the perfect color ; pink.
after mixing the dye into the batter you take out a medium sized pan and set it on the stove top.
the oven beeps , telling you that it’s hot enough now. after putting the bacon in the oven , you turn the stove on , keeping it on low heat.
while you were making pancakes the team was talking about something important before being suddenly sidetracked. “hey Cap’n , when was the last time you picked ‘em up ?” Gaz may be chronically online during his time off but that doesn’t matter. what does matter , is getting to see if his captain will cry while picking them up. John pauses for a moment , surprise evident on his face. “..what ?” he asked softly. “the last time you picked ‘em up , do you remember when it was ?”
John narrows his eyes , thinking hard but coming up blank. he hums , turning in his chair and looking at you , really looking at you. he notices the piercings you have , new and old. the small tattoo behind your ear that you think you’ve hidden from him. he notices the way you’ve matured too , the lack of baby fat gracing your face. the fact that your breakouts are far and few between. the lack of voice cracks as well. it makes him proud to have raised you , to have helped guide you.
John looks back over to Gaz , shaking his head. “i don’t remember.” Gaz nods , humming for a moment before opening his mouth. “you should pick ‘em up. that way you can remember the last time.” John considers it for a moment before looking over at you and seeing you take out a tray of bacon.
After taking the tray out , you use the spatula you’d been using to flip the pancakes and put all the bacon on a paper-towel covered plate. picking up the plate of bacon and the plate of pancakes you walk over to the table , setting them both just offset from the center. walking back to the kitchen you grab the stack of paper plates you prepared , silverware piled on the top plate. walking back to the table , you set the plates in the center. you were about to walk back into the kitchen when you remembered something. drinks ! “uh- do you guys want anything else to drink ? like a water or juice or something ?” they each request a water except Soap. Soap asks for an apple juice.
walking back into the kitchen , you grab all the drinks. waking back over to the table , again , and setting the waters and juice down. walking back into the kitchen for hopefully the last time , you grab the bottle of maple syrup , as well as the butter dish. walking back to the table , you see that all the plates and silverware had been distributed but no food on their plates. you set down the maple syrup and butter dish as you speak. “you guys could’ve started eating. you don’t gotta wait.” you don’t notice the look Dad sends the team , daring them to try.
| Gaz |. |Soap|
|empty|. —————— |empty|
|Price|. |Ghost|
(i am so sorry but i do not want to describe the seating arrangement , so i made a little diagram)
taking the seat next to both Gaz and your dad , you glance up , quickly realizing you forgot to grab a drink. groaning softly , you stand up and make your way over to the fridge. grabbing an apple juice , you make your way back. setting the bottle down and glancing up , you see that they still haven’t filled their plates. “the hell you guys waitin’ for ? eat !” you reach over , grabbing 3 pancakes and plopping them on your plate. it’s like your movement kicks them into gear , all of them reaching for food at the same time.
you giggle slightly at the sight before asking your dad to pass the butter.
you all chat as you eat , talking about meaningless subjects. the focus is mainly kept on you , much to your dismay , but it’s not that bad , just a bunch of questions about who you are and your likes and dislikes. the only thing that they asked that wasn’t about you was when they asked why the pancakes were hot pink. your answer was simple ; ‘what ? a bitch can’t have whimsy ?’
once breakfast was over , you collected all the plates and silverware , despite the many protests. throwing the paper plates away , you make your way to the sink , placing the dirty silverware inside. walking back over to the table , you see that it was completely cleared. Gaz taking the butter dish and maple syrup , Soap taking the leftover food , and Ghost taking the mugs from before breakfast. you thank them each individually , but they all brush you off , telling you it was the least they could do or something along those lines.
they all leave after , leaving you and Dad alone in the kitchen. you go to wash the silverware , only to be hip checked by Dad , him pushing you away to clean the silverware instead. you pout lightly but he just chuckles.
“hey kid.” you hum absentmindedly. “when was the last time i picked you up ?”
“like.. from school ?” the confusion is evident in your voice , even more so in your face.
“from- no. like physically picked you up.” he has to hold back a chuckle , he definitely could have been more direct.
“uhhhh…. i don’t know.” you shrug with your words , not thinking too hard about it.
“well , do you think i could pick you up ? so we can remember the last time ?” you giggle lightly while nodding your head , accepting his desire with a small ‘sure’.
after he finished cleaning all the silverware and drying his hands , he was ready.
you were both still in the kitchen , facing each other. you giggle softly , scrunching your nose up with a smile. placing your hands on his shoulders and jumping up , you swing your legs around his waist , arms circling his neck. he holds you with his right forearm under your bottom , and his other hand circling around your back and resting on your nape.
you melt in his hold , going completely limp and digging your face deeper into his neck. his breathing hitches slightly as he holds you tight , squeezing you close to his body. you’re still small. you’re still his baby. no matter how old you get , or how tall you become , you’ll always , always , be his baby. no matter what you’ll always be his baby. his little love. his kiddo.
he holds you close , thinking of all the times he could have lost you , all the times you could have lost him. he doesn’t know what he would do if he lost you. pushing those thoughts away , he starts to lightly sway in place.
he slowly switches his hands , left hand now being under you and right hand lightly running across your nape and the back of your head.
he remembers when you were still a bebe , holding and caressing you the same on sleepless nights. oh what he’d give to go back to that time , when you were still so little and his only worry was making you happy.
he feels a few tears well in his eyes but pays them no mind.
he brushes your hair back from your temple , placing a small kiss on your temple as he murmurs an ‘i love you’. you reply back sleepily with your own i love you.
he continues to hold you close as your breathing slowly evens out , as you loosen your tight grip and lose the fight to sleep.
he continues to hold you close , righting his grip to make sure you don’t slip.
he suddenly hears a faint sound. looking up , he’s met with his team stacked on top of each other and peaking in. Ghost is on the bottom , crouched at the waist to allow Gaz and Soap to situate themselves. Soap was next , directly on top of Ghost , his chest pressed against Ghost’s back. Gaz is on top of Soap , situated the same way Soap was. he also has a phone in his hand with the camera pointing towards Price.
Price raises an eyebrow and they all scramble to situate themselves , properly this time. when Gaz realizes that he still has his phone in his hands , he quickly hides it , acting like it was never out in the first place. “if you don’t delete that , you’re going to be running suicides until you commit suicide.” Gaz laughs uncomfortably , taking his phone back out. he goes to delete the pictures , but before he does he sends them to Laswell. his death will be worth it , the moment was absolutely precious and needed to be captured.
Price cradles your head for a moment before walking out of the kitchen. he takes his time going up the stairs. walking slowly so he doesn’t jostle you and risk waking you up. heading to your room , he pushes the door all the way open with his foot. making his way in and walking over to your bed. taking his hand away from your head , he reaches down , pulling your blankets back.
he looks down at you , seeing and really comprehending just how much you’ve grown. it seemed like just yesterday he came home with you for the first time. oh how the time has flown by. he plants a small kiss to your temple before softly setting you down. he grabs one of your stuffed animals and places it lightly in your arms.
you adjust yourself , getting more comfortable before settling back down. Price pulls the blankets over you , making sure you’re fully covered.
he stares at you for a few moments , admiring you’re peaceful expression. he gently caresses your face , cupping your cheek and planting a light kiss to your forehead.
standing up and turning around , he’s only slightly surprised to see Ghost standing at the door , phone in hand. he gives him a look but doesn’t say anything. walking to the door and grabbing the handle , he slowly closes the door. stopping before it was fully closed and leaning against the door frame , he admires your peaceful form.
fully closing the door , he turns to Ghost , finding him tapping away on his phone. shaking his head lightly , he walks away , going back downstairs.
a few hours later you’ll wake up , confused on how you ended up in bed and even more confused about when you fell asleep. but with a feeling of love in your chest.
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i hope you liked it !! :DDD
also i didn’t really reread this so if you notice any mistakes , please don’t hesitate to point it out 🙏
Okay but imagine sheep!ghost and border collie!reader....
You're really just an intern, some kid who got in because of their family when they should be in college, but you're good enough. Usually price hardly has to make any edits to your work when it ends up on his desk, which is always a plus.
The only thing is you keep...following ghost around.
Not without reason, you always seem to have some report or something you need to talk with him about. But with you at his side, ears perked up and constantly adjusting your speed whenever he shifts...
"I know what yer doing, runt." He finally huffs one day, eyes narrowed. "It's fuckin' rude. Stop it."
"...what? Sir, I don't understand?" You tilt your head, brows furrowed, ears pinned in confusion "I do need your opinion on this stuff, I'm not trying to waste your time–"
"Fuckin' hell. Not that." Ghost cuts off, stopping in the middle of the hallway. He watches as you walk along his side, trying to push him to the edge without actually touching him. Trying to herd him.
"Yer herding. Stop it." He gives a pointed look, grabbing you by the scruff to stop the constant shifting.
"What? What's that?" You ask, which is...not the answer ghost expected. Most dog hybrids he's met have smelt that he's a sheep and just assumed they could treat him like one. You seem to be completely unaware of your own behavior, acting more on instinct. Huh.
"Nothing. Forget it." He lets you go and stalks off.
After that, ghost observes how you act around the others. He notices the same behavior, how you try to herd soap or kyle, but being fellow dogs they just laugh and bark with you.
Ghost actually snorts in amusement when he notices you doing the same to price, and it actually working. Herding the captain while he's busy reading a report and not at all paying attention to the pole he would've walked into.
So...you're not trying to be rude to ghost, you're just trying to follow your own instincts. It makes him feel better, and the next time you walk with him he indulgently follows the path your little instincts have chosen.
I've been thinking about Price coming home from a deployment for Christmas with Soap and his kid waiting for him at home. He drags his luggage into his house after disengaging all of the locks and security measures and once he's inside, he resets all of them. It's Christmas Eve and he missed being home for the holidays for the first time in decades. He doesn't dwell on old memories, instead focusing on tracking you down. He finds you making colorful paper chains on the living room floor with Johnny, clearly trying to decorate before he comes back. Soft music plays in the background and you look so cozy and comfortable. He smiles when Johnny looks up at him, knowing that the Scot's forced retirement was easier now that he had someone to take care of.
"There's my little one. C'mere, kid. Your Dad missed you." He mutters as he scoops you up, giving Johnny a nod of thanks.
Johnny gives him a lopsided grin. The scar on the side of his head has healed up well enough that he doesn't wince anymore when he smiles.
"They were good while you were gone. No escape attempts or tantrums. Didnae even insult me cooking. Think they're trying to be good for Santa?" Johnny asks him with a chuckle.
John feels the load on his shoulders melting away as he nuzzles into the top of your head. He feels you shift around to get more comfortable and then rest your head under his chin. He knows you're an adult but he just can't help but treat you like a child. You're just too cute for him not to. He loves how much you let him cuddle you now that you're more comfortable with him. It's so much better than when he first took you.
"Probably. I bet the little sweetheart knows they'll get spoiled for good behavior." He responds.
"Hear that, kiddo? Even if yer Da and Santa don't treat you right, me and Uncle Simon and Uncle Kyle are gonna spoil you rotten. They're on their way over right now. Are you excited to see them?" Johnny coos at you.
John feels you nod against his chest and can't help but melt a little. Christmas was so much better with you here.
Being tf141's youngest sibling as Nikolai's sibling they watch over.
Soap and Gaz coming from families where they're not the only child absolutely adore you. You're quiet so the two have no problem absolutely talking your head off while you listen. When you spoke they tried their absolute best to not talk over to you because they wanted to know all you had to say.
Soap especially babied you since he was used to doing it with all his younger sisters. He missed not being the baby of the group so he takes full advantage of you being around and gives you exactly what you want.
Gaz is who you run to when you're sick or just not feeling mentally great because he will coddle you how you want. His large arms wrapped around you as you guys laid on the couch. He smelled of vanilla and a hint of caramel, something you grew to find comforting. He'd wait till you were asleep to make you food so you could wake up to something nice and hot.
Ghost however is so awkward and tense around you at first. He doesn't know how to be the big brother the other guys were being. The two of you didn't even know each other well enough for him to. When you came to him crying about an incident with another soldier though? He doesn't say much. Let's you cry and keeps you in his office. Once you're better he makes you show him who upset you and scares the absolute shit out of them.
Price knows you all too well from all the times he had come over to hookup with Nikolai. The man watched you grow up, adored you from afar. He was nicer to you than others could understand. Often you could be found in his jacket when it was raining or snowing. His cigars bother you? Oh well guess he'll have to wait until you leave. He grew to be your off hand Dad. Him and Nikolai even showed up to almost all of your events. One or the either, sometimes both.
They're so bad when they get near Nikolai because suddenly everyone is overprotective. Some guy talking to you? Better hope they say the right thing because otherwise your brothers are on his ass God forbid he is a soldier at that. Price has no problem playing favorites and using his power to the boys advantage.
Monster hunter
Thinking about Dad!Simon and kid!reader. Simon, who talks military to his kid.
Simon Riley & kid reader
cw: kidfic, Dad!Simon, fluff, so much fluff
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The thunder was always a problem. It shook the entire house, rattled the picture frames on your walls, and making the shadows look like long, stretched fingers.
You clutch your blanket and bear closer, eyes squeezed tight as another loud crack echoes in your room. You whimper, climbing out of bed with your bear in hand and rushing down the hallway to your dad's room.
You push the door open—purposely left a crack open to make sure you can come in if you ever need to.
“Baba?” you whimper out.
Simons was already awake, his head snapping to your direction at the sound of your voice. He always knows when you need him, awake before he realizes why.
“What is it, kiddo?” His voice is raspy and rough from sleep (or lack of it).
“The thunder…” you sniffle, “and a monster under my bed.” You clutch the bear tighter, your feet cold against the floorboards.
Simon doesn't laugh, no, he doesn't. He never does. He doesn't tell you to go back to bed, or that monsters aren't real, because they are. And he knows this because he's been flighting them everyday for years.
Instead, he stands up, his figure blocking the small light seeping through the curtains. He reaches you and crouches down until he's eye-level. You can see the scars covering his face; it's a comfort to you. Because even if you were blind, you'd be able to tell where home was.
He reaches out and gently wipes away your tears.
“A monster, huh?” he asks seriously, “Did you get a visual?”
You shake your head, “no, but-” you swallow, “-I heard scratching.”
He hums, “Copy. It seems like we have a breach.”
He stands up, effortlessly scooping you into his arms as he does so. It's automatic as you wrap your arms around him, face buried into his neck, surrounded by his warmth.
“Let's go clear the area,” he murmurs, walking back to your room.
When you arrive at your room, Simon doesn't just open the light, no that’s amateur play. Instead, he treats it like a mission. Gently placing you on the bed and holding up his hand.
“Hold position, guard Mr. Bear.”
“Yes baba,” you whisper, squeezing Mr. Bear tighter.
Simon moves through the room in silence, checking every corner. Behind the curtains, swiping and patting every inch down. He gets down to check under your bed, searching thoroughly. And then the scariest part, he heads to the closet, the monster could have hid there.
He throws the door open with a glare, not giving any monster a chance to hide from him. He stood there for a moment, eyes scanning every section, checking between your hanging clothes and toybox until he was satisfied.
“All clear,” he announces confidently and closes the door firmly. He turns back towards you, “monsters gone, ran for the hills when they saw me coming.”
“Really? All gone?” you whisper, voice still shaking slightly.
He sits on your bed, the mattress dipping at his weight, “positive.” He brushes a strand of hair behind your ear, “know why?”
“Why?” you lean into his hand.
“Because I'm the biggest monster in this house, and all the smaller ones are terrified of me.”
Simon presses his forehead against yours, and you giggle, tracing a scar across his cheek. “Not a monster, baba, just big.”
He smiles, his eyes crinkle at the corner. He catches your small hand in his, this thumb gently rubbing your knuckles, “Yeah? Well lets keep it between us, don't want to ruin my reputation.”
Another clap of thunder cracks, and you flinch hard. Simon doesn't hesitate. He shifted, lifting your duvet covers.
“Come’er.”
You don't waste a second before you're scrambling over and curling against him, Mr. Bear still in hand. Simon tucks you closer against his chest, his arm big enough to act like a weighted blanket, grounding you completely.
“Stay?” you mumble tiredly against his shirt.
“Not going anywhere,” he promises, resting his chin over your head. “Sleep, soldier. I've got watch.”
The steady, slow thumping of his heart against your ear, and his heavy arm surrounding you lulls you to sleep. The thunder is a quiet white noise that fades in the background, which doesn't seem so scary anymore. Not when you had Simon with you.
“You're safe with me," Simon whispers against your temple with a gentle kiss as you go lax. “Always.”
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a/n: two posts in one night, wow. its 3:04 am an now I can get these ideas out of my head. I literally couldn't stop thinking about them.
The team are driving home from the pub when soap nearly causes price to crash in his haste to frantically point at the sidewalk.
"Hey! Hey, is that the kid?! It's fockin' three am!" He exclaims far too loudly for an enclosed space like the car. Ghost, irritatingly sober, shoves soap back into his seat.
"No, that's not the fuckin'–" he pauses, eyes widening when he looks at the person soap had pointed out "oh shit. That's the fuckin' kid. Cap. Cap it's the kid."
The kid in question being you, the secretary they've all grown fond of after you yelled at price for spilling coffee on you before realizing who he was. Young, obnoxiously kind, with horrible humor. They couldn't help but be a little parental about you.
You, who's currently trekking through snow in nothing but a pair of sweatpants and a compression shirt. Price slows to a crawl next to you, and mentally notes to teach you basic self-preservation when you don't bolt. As it is, he rolls down the window "hey! Kid, the hell are you doing out here?"
You startle, eyes wide, as if only now noticing the car that is in no way quiet right next to you. There's heavy bags under your eyes. "Uh..." it takes a moment for your brain to catch-up "going to the gym. There's a 24 hour one near here."
"Yeah, six miles away." Soap interjects, having rolled down his window. He seems to habe sobered up upon taking in your condition. "You couldn't wait for bus during the day?"
You don't say anything, fidgeting uncomfortably with the strap of your backpack.
Gaz, who's been startlingly quiet this whole time, speaks up "the gym has heating. And a shower."
Ah. There it is. The sudden, horrified look on your face is enough confirmation for the team. They don't ask for your explenation, soap already shoving the door to the car open.
"Get in, kid." He prompts, and the team silently echoes the sentiment with the expectant looks they give you. "We're going to John's for dinner, c'mon. I owe you after last Wednesday."
Nevermind the fact they have already eaten, or that they were planning to pass out upon getting to price's house. You end up sat between gaz and soap, trying not to think about how nice it feels to soak up their body heat. That familiar banter from work starting up easily.
You also try not to cry when ghost sets a plate of warm pasta in front of you. It's the best damn food you've had in months. No one asks about what you were doing, if you need a ride back, why you managed to eat three servings.
It's what they do. Soldiers adapt.
You're given fluffy blankets that smell only a bit like they've been dormant in a closet for too long, shown to a guest room. You wait for them to tell you when you'll have to leave. Maybe in the morning, maybe they'll drive you to work.
Weeks later, still john doesn't tell you to leave. Not that you know it, but he wouldn't let you if he tried. Who would handle all his paperwork if his favorite secretary froze to death?
You're stuck with them, whether you like it or not.
Hi!! I recently read the Ghost being a paternal figure to reader without reader noticing and it’s amazing! I love that!!!
I don’t see a lot of comfort things like that and as someone who also age regresses it was nice to see that!!
I was wondering if you were gonna do a part two? Or maybe another small tidbit? If not I completely understand!!!!
Hiiii yay thank you!!!! I only have a little blurb in my mind because it’s been plaguing me 😔
But trust twin there will always be more to come 🙏😏
You had your schedule down to a tea at this point. Every week you had training in the mornings and a little ways through the afternoon, except Wednesdays. For some reason, Wednesday had become your free day, but there was nothing to do. You got to wake up at a regular time, stay up at night as long as you wanted, and go around doing whatever it was your little heart desired. So, how did you choose to spend these days?
Getting up at 5 a.m. sharp to accompany Ghost while he did his lieutenant duties.
It all started as a punishment from the man himself. You had done a couple things wrong during a training session, and in retaliation he made you get up with him for the training he conducted the next morning with his other group of soldiers. Ever since then, you did it on your own, for what reason he wasn’t sure. He couldn’t deny how much his heart swelled to see his little shadow following him to training every Wednesday morning.
He had to admit, it was cute to see you sitting in the grass with your legs crossed, squinting in the morning light with your still sleepy eyes. Instead of wearing your strict uniform, you would wear lounge clothes. Often sweatpants and a t-shirt, sometimes remembering to bring a sweatshirt or hoodie. When you didn’t, though, he got to look back at you every so often to see you practically swimming in his hoodie. No matter how big you were, his hoodies always managed to make you look embarrassingly smaller than you actually were.
Curse him and his stupidly over average body.
Surprisingly, you both didn’t talk that much. When he wasn’t yelling at the team in front of him or giving orders, you would both sit in silence. Every so often you’d have a bit of small talk, but you were both comfortable in the silence. Besides, that’s why he was able to hear you quietly sucking out the last bit of water from the straw of your water cup.
“You already drink all that, love? It’s barely seven in the morning,” Ghost sighs as he stares down at your cup, this was not rare.
You nod, smiling sheepishly and setting the cup in your lap. He raises a brow at you before extending his hand down to grab it.
“I’ll fill it up for you,” He gets ahold of it and unscrews the top, looking for your reaction. You don’t comment, knowing that he’ll fill it no matter what.
“I trust you’ll keep these guys in line while I’m gone, yeah?” You can practically hear the smirk in his tone as he ruffles your hair, walking off to fill it.
Not long later, he comes back to where you were sitting in the grass, handing you your cup which was now filled with fresh ice water. For some reason, he always knew just the right amount of ice to put in your water. He smiles as you instantly take a sip of the water, his eyes crinkling under the mask.
“I never have to worry about you, always drinking your water. You’re a great eater too, always finish your food. So good.”
You couldn’t help but smile at the praise that he gave you. It was rare for him to praise out loud and you made sure to soak in the moments before they were gone.
Wednesdays had easily became your favorite day of the week. And although he never said it, they were his too.
Interrupting your scheduled broadcasting to spread more dad-like Price propaganda
It all started with a bad day. Everything had gone wrong from the moment you woke up until your head hit the pillow that night. On top of it all, you had a pounding headache that was keeping you awake.
You made it to the common room and to the little kitchenette hoping to find some form of pain medication. Of course, you just so happened to be out when you needed it the most.
The pain was getting to you and all the emotions surged forward in your body causing a few tears to fall. Stray tears turned into soft sobs as you sank down onto the couch, head in your hands.
You were so preoccupied with the pounding in your head you didn't even notice the footsteps getting closer to you.
"Kid, what's wrong? It's late, you should be in bed by now," Gaz sighed, voice lightly scolding as he kneeled down in front of you. He was in his regular workout clothes; he must've just come back from the gym.
No matter how hard you tried to speak, to tell him what was bothering you, nothing came out. The tears only multiplied with your frustration. This was humiliating, your teammate who you tried to constantly impress just to seem cool was now watching you cry.
Not to mention, crying over not having pain medication for a headache.
"Don't get so worked up, you'll only make yourself sick," Gaz mumbled, keeping his voice down you assumed to not wake up anyone else. His throat bobbed in hesitation as he looked towards the hall before looking back at you.
You were a mess, face all splotchy and eyes puffy from crying. It was adorable, really, but he wouldn't tell you that. It would probably only make you cry harder.
"C'mon, you're gonna lay with Price for the night. Up you go," He smiled softly as he grabbed your trembling hands and helped you off the couch.
"Wha-"
Before you could even protest he was leading you to Price's room, warm hand pressed gently into the small of your back. You could only whimper under your breath and sniffle as he knocked once on Price's door before opening it.
You were greeted by the sight of Price sitting against the wall on his bed reading a book, readers perched on the bridge of his nose. The room was bathed in soft, yellow lighting from the lamp by his bed.
He looked up from his book at the sound of the door opening, eyes instantly softening at the sight of you. Without asking, he picked up on the distress and swung his legs over the side of the bed, standing up to walk to the door.
"Thank you, Gaz. You should be gettin' ready t' settle down, yeh?" Price spoke quietly, gruff voice searing through the silence. His hand raised to smooth itself over Gaz's neck, the younger man noticeably relaxing at the touch.
"Yes, captain," Gaz answers back, quieter than before. His lips quirked up into a teasing smile at the endearment. Price huffed in amusement at his cheekiness, seemingly used to it.
You watched as they exchanged their goodnights before Gaz disappeared out the door, closing it behind him. You were alone with Price now, who in turn locked his attention onto you.
"Let's get int' bed, bubs. You need some good night's sleep."
It was hard to argue when his voice was so soothing. It eased the restlessness in you, your eyes already becoming heavy at the thought of finally resting.
You didn't hesitate to follow Price into bed, letting yourself be tucked in by him. He clicked off the lamp with a quiet grunt before settling down next to you with a sigh.
"Get some sleep, lovey. Dad's gotcha."
