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[ghosty-fics]

Mission Reset

Regressor!Ghost, CG!Soap

Word count: 1,115

The mission was going well, too well. They got what they needed, eliminated who they had to, and left. They made it to the safe house in one piece with only Ghost having a gash on his calf. Nothing he couldn’t handle. So of course when Johnny gets the message over the radio that evac won’t be able to arrive til the next morning, it isn’t a surprise. 

Now both men sit on the old couch of the dusty cabin, waiting everything out. Johnny was relaxed as much as you could be on a mission. He was antsy but calm. Using a book that Gaz recommended to him to calm his running mind a bit. On the opposite end of the couch was a different story, Ghost was coiled like a viper ready to strike. His muscles tensed as much as they could, probably hurting at this point. He was trying to calm down but every noise or creak sent his mind on edge and his senses spiraling. He wished he had some music or anything to drown it all out but he forgot it on the heli coming in. 

Ghost fidgeted with his fingers, still covered by gloves. While Johnny had long ditched his gear after securing the perimeter, Ghost was still in a few pieces. Gloves, vest, mask, and his holster wasn’t far, just lying on the table near him. He was not in the mindset to calm down. 

“Hey, Lt.” Johnny’s accented voice cut through the chilled air like a knife. Only receiving a grunt in response. “You alright? You look like you’re bout ta pop.” 

“I’m fine, Sargent.” Ghost forces out. 

“Ah no niceites, Ghost?” Johnny chuckles. Again, only getting a grunt in response. “ Seriously though, ya leg bothering you?” Johnny says, setting his book to the side. 

Ghost’s eyes refuse to meet Johnny’s as he shrugs, “It’s fine.” 

Johnny looked over Ghost’s form, analysing his form, “Why don’t you take your mask off, Ghost?” He says gently. Too gently for a Sargent to speak to his lieutenant.

“My mask? No.” Ghost says immediately without thought. 

“Ah come on. Just try it, okay? I’ve seen ya face.” 

“It ain’t about you seeing my face, Johnny.”

“Then what is it, Lt?” 

“Just leave it, Sargent.”

“No I won’t, Leave it, Sergeant. Something is wrong with ya. And I plan ta sniff it out.” 

“Oh really? How’s that?” 

“Come on, Ghost.” Johnny sets his book to the side and moves a bit closer. “Take a breath.”

“I’m breathing fine, Johnny..” Ghost responds quickly.

“You know that’s not what I meant.” 

Ghost stays quiet and looks away.

“Fine, Fine. I’ll be more stern.” Johnny says standing up. “Arms up, Ghost.”

“Wha-” Ghost goes to protest but Johnny physically lifts up his arms.

“Keep them there, bairn.” He says more gently as he removes Ghost’s vest then peels off his gloves.

“Johnny this is not the time or place for-” 

“No, shush lad. You are about to stress yourself ta death. We are safe here. We will leave and be home ta’morrow. Let me help you.”

Ghost quiets and looks at Johnny with an angry look before calming, “Fine..”

“There ya go. Now I’ll let ya take off yer mask yerself.” Johnny says, backing up. “There’s a shower here. You need one and it’ll calm ya down.” He goes to leave but feels a hand on his arm in a death grip.

“Don’t leave..” 

Johnny smiles slightly, “Then come with, wee one.” He helps Ghost up, helping him walk over to the bathroom, setting him on the closed toilet lid. “Now, can ya wash yerself?”

“Don’t leave..”

“I won’t, Simon..” Johnny sighs and kneels down, “I’ll stay and watch the door okay? I just want ta give ya some privacy, understand?”

Ghost nods, staring at Johnny through his balaclava.

“Good, good. Get washed up, bairn.” Johnny pats GHost’s shoulder gently and starts up the shower. “I’ll be right outside, call if ya need me.”

After 30 minutes or so, Johnny was starting to get worried about his friend. He had had time to set up the living room for him. Extra blankets, pillows, and even some snacks he found in the pantry that luckily weren’t expired. He had even found some sweats that may fight the hulking body of the lieutenant. 

Johnny knocks on the door lightly, “Hey Simon, ya still there?”

No answer but he hears the shower turn off and some shuffling. The door opens and a wet Simon wrapped in a rough towel stood there looking down at Johnny, no balaclava. Wet blonde hair sticking to his cleaned face. He says nothing, but at this point Johnny can feel the shift. 

“Ah there ya are, wee one.” Johnny smiles. “Let’s get ya dried up and dressed, yeah?”

And with that, Simon was dried, hair brushed, and dressed in sweats. Johnny leads him back to the living room and lays him down on the couch. Simon was clingy though, pulling Johnny down onto the couch with him. He holds onto the man, burying his face into Johnny’s chest. Johnny didn’t fight it. He held the quiet babe, rubbing his back to keep him calm. 

It was quiet for a long time. Just the two cuddling, Johnny had grabbed his book and started to read silently. That was until Simon poked the book gently. 

“Hm? Yes, bairn?” 

No response, just another poke. 

“My book?”

A nod.

“Oh well it’s not really good for little ears, my dear.” Johnny thought for a moment. “Don’t think there’s books here that are made for you, but what about the TV?”

A shake of the head, poke of the book. 

“Hm..okay. I can try to..make it for yer ears, lamb.”

With that, Johnny began reading this war torn book, censoring certain parts for the sweet quiet baby in his arms. He knew Simon didn’t care. He was almost never fully a babe, always floating in between “just in case”, but it felt so wrong to read adult things to a wee one even if the wee one could handle it. He did continue to read especially when he could feel Simon relax in his arms. He only stops when he hears soft snores and looks down to see a sleeping Simon. 

He smiles and sets the book to the side. He pulls the blanket up more to Simon’s shoulders and wraps his arms around him. “Goodnight, wee one..sleep well.” Johnny stayed awake for most of the night, keeping watch. He knew in the morning he would have his gruff lieutenant back but right now, he has his sweet baby that he will protect with his life. 

[ghosty-fics]

Have a few fic ideas and I can't pick, thought I'd let you guys choose.

Which One?

CG!Soap and Regressor!Ghost- Mission Reset

CG! Soap, Regressor! Ghost, Regressor! Reader- Tag Team

CG! Price and Regressor! Gaz- Late Nights

CG!Stu Macher, CG!Billy Loomis, and Regressor!Reader- Trick Or Treat

CG!Micheal Myers and Regressor!Reader- StoryTime

Voting ended onOct 30, 2025

[ghosty-fics]

Carer's Need Care Too- John Price

M4A/Gender Neutral/Third Person

Word Count: 952

It was a long day at base. While it wasn’t gunshots and extractions, the paperwork and idiots were enough to drive any sane man crazy. Mistake after mistake that could have been avoided made by people that knew better. Price was done with everything and everyone by the time he made it home. So when he opened the door to see his precious little baby sitting and watching cartoons, his heart couldn’t help but drop. He hated that he felt this way. A looming feeling of another responsibility. He knew that it was wrong and it really wasn’t his baby’s fault but he couldn’t help the feeling. 

He grunted a hello as he set his things down, unlacing his boots at the door. This caused his baby to swing their head around with an excited smile and a happy, “Hello Papa!” 

That simple gesture brought a smile to his face despite the exhaustion taking over his body. 

“Hey Dove..” he said weakly. 

Even in little space, his dove could read Price like a picture book. So when they came bounding over with that adorable little pout on their face and arms crossed, Price knew he had be caught.

“Papa upset.” 

Price looks at them, blinking a bit before answering with a forced smile, “Papa is okay, dove.” 

They shake their head, “Nuh uh. Papa no lie. That against the rules.”

That caused Price to let out a soft chuckle, “I guess it is.” He ruffles their hair before walking with them further into the house. “Papa just had a rough day, sweetheart. He just needs rest.” 

They nod a bit, “I can helps Papa!” They grab his hand and drag him to the shared bathroom.

“Oh you can, dove?” Price says, a small smile staying on his face. “How do you suppose you can do that?”

“Spa Day!” 

They  lean over and plug up the tub before starting it up with hot water, adding a little bit of bubbles and epsom salts. “Papa get in!”

Price chuckles, “Hold on, hold on. I can’t be getting in there with my clothes, now can I?”

It isn’t long til he’s in the tub. His muscles relax at the steaming water and salts. His Dove sits out of the bath, watching closely. “Papa need help?”

“No, dove. Papa is okay right now.” he says softly.

It is silent for a bit as Price relaxes and they watch, brain thinking of ways to help. 

“Papa wanna talk about its?” They say suddenly. Price lets out a sigh, “Just dumb people, baby. Makes Papa’s day a little harder.”

“Want me to beat them ups?”

“No. No Baby. Papa can handle them.” He says with a smile, “They’ll be getting extra training drills next week.” He says with a teasing tone, booping their nose with a bubble covered finger. 

They giggle, wiping off the bubbles gently, “Goods. They deserves it.” They huff out. After another stretch of silence, they speak again, “Papa hungry?”

“I could eat.” Price says, closing his eyes, “But don’t you cook anything. You’re too tiny.”

“Nuh uh! I big nough to cooks!”

“No you aren’t, baby. Let me rest and we can cook together, okay?” 

They huff, nodding. “Otay, Papa..” 

“Good baby.” He hums, “You have a good day, sweetheart?” 

“Mhm. No work today so had a baby day.” they say, leaning my head on the side of the tub. 

“Good, you needed a baby day.” 

“Does Papa need a baby day?” 

Price chuckles, “No, dove. Papa doesn't do baby days.” 

“Hm..what is a baby day but for Papas?” 

“Well Papas don't get care days, baby. Papas take care of babies all the time.” 

“But baby can take care of Papa sometimes. Papa needs it.” They say, smiling. 

Price looks over at me, face twisted in thought. It was a hard concept for him. He was always taking care of others. His family, his soldiers, his love. There wasn’t much time for others to take care of him. The thought was nice though. Made him tear up slightly but it was quickly gone. 

“I guess so, dove, but that isn’t your responsibility especially when you’re so tiny.” 

They huff, “Papa I can gib you cuddles and watch your shows wif you and help wif dinner. You don’t have to do it all on your owns.”

Price sighs and shakes his head slightly, “I suppose you’re right, sweetheart. Papa..can let you do that much.” 

“Yay!” I squeal happily, quickly grabbing his towel then his pjs, underwear and pj pants. “Lets go make dinner!”

Price is out of the tub and dressed shortly after and they are both off to the kitchen to cook dinner. Something simple, nothing that takes too much time. And before they both know it, dinner is finished, eaten, dishes washed, and they are snuggling on the couch with a movie. It was an older movie. Price got to pick since it was his bad day. 

Price sat there, eyes on the movie but his brain wandered elsewhere. His anxieties got the better of him and he spoke softly so as not to spook his little, “Hey dove, um I want you know that even when Papa’s tired or upset, he doesn’t mind taking care of you, okay?”

They look up at him from their position laying on his lap, “I know, Papa..”

“Good. And you know taking care of you helps me just as much as it helps you right? You are the easy part of my life even during your worst moments.” He punctuates with his hand running through their hair gently, “ I love you, Baby.” 

They smile and nuzzle into his stomach, “Love you too, Papa!” 

[ghosty-fics]

Panicking- John "Soap" Mactavish

M4A/Gender Neutral/First Person POV

CW: Involuntary regression, Panic Attack

Author Note: It's been a bit since I've been able to write due to how busy everything irl has been. This fic and probably my next few might be about those types of things. Sorry for my absence! Hope you enjoy!

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Today was the day I was supposed to relax. I did what I was told. I rested in my bed. I ate what I was supposed to when I was supposed to. I took my medicine on time, but all of it didn't matter now. I felt as if I could pass out at any moment. I tried my breathing exercises and every self-soothing thing my therapist told me to. Nothing helped. Nothing made it stop. The more my breathing faltered, the more I panicked, the more it felt like I was going to die.

I was crying now, breaths fast and heavy. My head felt light and my vision darkened. My eyes squeezed shut as I sob uncontrollably. I felt so helpless, so weak for this random outburst that probably wasn't as random as I thought.

I barely realized when Johnny made it home. I barely recognized when his firm hands grasped my shoulders as he tries to soothe me with words that went on semi-deaf ears. I mumbled my responses, not even knowing if I made sense to him in this moment.

I nod as I hear his gentle ask if he could hold me. I cry into his t-shirt, coating the fabric with tears, snot, and drool. I apologize for it over and over again, even though Johnny doesn't acknowledge it.

I don't know how long it was before I finally calmed down enough to recognize my surroundings. When my loud sobs turned to soft hiccups, Johnny lifted me to the bed and set me on the edge. With a soft "Stay", he leaves only to come back with a warm wet rag.

"Just wiping your face, bonnie.." He says as he carefully rids my face of all the dried tears and snot. "Do you wan ta talk about it?"

I shake my head quickly, sniffling. He only nods back before running his hand over my cheek. "Let's get ya changed, yeah? You wan a hoodie? Onesie?"

I mutter out a small, "Both..and socks pease?"

Johnny smiles softly, "Of course, a laochag..stay here." He pats my leg as he walks away to our closet, soon returning to me with the new clothes in hand. I notice he changed out of his ruined shirt as well.

Once in my new clothes, Johnny rests his hands on my knees, rubbing soft circles. "I know ya don' wan ta talk about it, bonnie but can I ask some questions just ta make sure that yer okay?"

I nod softly. He nods back and smiles, "Alrighty, are ya hurt?"

Head Shake

"Did something happen ta cause it?"

Head Shake

"Alright, one more. What do ya need right now?"

I look at him, thinking incredibly hard about it but no answer forms in my head.

"Ah how old are ya right now, a laochag? Can you show me ya fingers?" He says with a warm smile.

I think hard and look at my fingers before raising a couple.

"Ah I see, okay, well Papa's got ya. I know what ya need." He hums as he scoops me up and brings me to our living room. He plops me on the couch with a soft blanket before turning on the TV to a children's channel. "Papa will be right back, 'right?"

He leaves me to rest on the couch going to the kitchen. I watch the cartoons on TV like they were the only thing that mattered. I hug the blanket close, fingers rubbing the plush material absentmindedly. I barely notice Johnny slide in next to me and pull me close. He hands over my sippy filled with my favorite drink before fully pulling me in his lap to hold me.

There we sat silently. Just watching the TV while he rubs grounding circles into my back. I feel my eyes getting heavy as I finish my drink, Johnny taking the cup and setting it on the floor before I drop it.

"Rest, bonnie. Papa's here."

[ghosty-fics]

Kinger- Not so Crazy Old Man, pt 2

M4A/Gender Neutral/Second Person POV

CW: Involuntary regression, description of a panic attack

Use of Y/N

Word Count: 1,128

First Part

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Today’s adventure felt like it was personally designed for you to abstract. Everything seemed to be going wrong in the most fantastic of ways. First, you were separated from the group completely as you all wandered through a maze. You went through the tall hedges being bombarded over and over by terrifying things from your time before you joined this digital hellscape. You hadn’t even reached the end by the time the others all completed the task. You were stuck, curled in a ball as your mind raced trying to escape the horrors. You had tried running but were met with barrier after barrier. You tried to fight but the system was stronger, so now your brain did the only thing it knew to do even though it was the worst thing possible at the time. Regress. So there in this maze, you sat back against the leafy walls, crying and trying to ignore all the maze was throwing at you. 

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All the others stood around at the end of the maze, confused on why you hadn’t made it. You were normally fairly good at Caine’s games. Ragatha suggested that they go back into the maze and try to find you. Jax and Pomni weren’t so keen on that idea, both for separate reasons. 

“They’ll be fiiine,” Jax assures, rolling his eyes as he lays back on the ground, “Let’s just take this opportunity to rest!”

“I dunno, Ragatha. I don’t really want to go back there with what I saw. I’m sure they’re okay. Let’s just wait for a moment.” Pomni says, looking at the maze as she rings her hands in a nervous fashion. 

Without warning, Kinger began moving to the exit that is supposed to be yours. Everyone looks at him confused. 

“Kinger! What are you doing?” Ragatha calls to him as he disappears into the maze. 

True be told, Kinger only walked into the maze because he thought he saw a cool bug inside the maze, but once he was in it, his mind cleared a bit to the dimness. Kinger walked through the maze, looking around and calling out to see if anyone was there. That was until he heard little sobs coming from his left. He turned the corner to see you. His eyes widen a bit as he makes his way to you, gloved hands carefully coming to rest on your shoulder. 

This made you panic and scream at Kinger, not realizing it was him. You kick and hit him, trying to get him away, tears flowing from your eyes.

He flinches slightly, “Wow, hey hey it’s me!” He awkwardly laughs.

You look at him, tears streaming down your eyes. Head pounding and a slight static sound filling your head and ears.  “O-oh..it you..”

“You look terrified, Y/N.” Kinger says, settling down to sit with you. 

You nod, a small whimper escaping your lips as you look down the leafy halls towards the darkness that seemed to pull back at the presence of Kinger, who was studying your body movements silently. Everything felt so scary, so big compared to you. Your body shakes even with the new comforting presence next to you. Your hands grip your hair tight, pulling slightly to try and ground yourself.

Kinger’s eyes soften with understanding as if he has figured something out, pulling your hands from your head, holding them as he speaks,  “You’re a little?” 

You nod, looking at him confused cause you thought you had told him before. You shake it off and lean on him. He wraps his hands around you, pulling you close. He hums softly, letting you hide yourself from the scary maze in his chest. He pets your head gently, rocking slightly, hoping this would help even if it was just a little bit. You two sit there for what seems like hours, him just holding you close until he feels your breath even out a bit and your tears subside.

“Are you okay to walk, little one?” Kinger says, “Or do I need to carry you?”

You whimper and cling to him closer, signalling your choice, which makes him laugh a bit. He picks you up and holds you close. He looks at the darkness and sighs. He holds his breath, so that he glows slightly. You gasp and let out a small giggle at the glowing Kinger, feeling much better that the darkness can’t get you. 

Kinger walks you out the maze, taking shallow breaths to keep his light on even if it's dim to help you from spirling again. Before you hit the light at the end of the tunnel, Kinger sets you down. He looks a bit conflicted about leaving the darkness of the maze, but sighs before leaning down to you. 

“Okay little one. You can..hold my hand as we leave. When we get back to the circus, I’ll take care of you more in your room or the fort okay? Just..remind me when we go.” He says softly, eyes betraying him by showing his conflict. 

You nod, not fully understanding the gravity of his words at that point. You were just happy that this was over and you were going “home”. He holds your hand as you both walk out. 

“Oh thank god! There you two are!” Ragatha says, pulling you into a hug. “Are you okay? Did you get hurt?” She says looking over your body, hands on your head. 

“I..I fine, Ragatha!” You giggle softly. “Kinger saved me!”

“Kinger..saved you?” She says confused.

As you nod, you both look up at the chess piece who has now wandered off, messing with Gangle, clearly back to his normal aloof self. 

You feel a bit of a sting at him leaving your side. You move back over to him, holding onto his cape. 

“Well whatever happened, can we go home?!” Jax groans, annoyed. “I’m bored!” 

That’s when the portal opens to get back to the circus. All of you file in, Caine happily waiting for you all. 

“Welcome back everyone! Good job on the maze!” Caine laughs, twirling in the air. 

Everyone lets out a mixture of groans or sighs at his too excited demeanor, but you don’t care nor pay attention to the flying set of teeth in a suit. You wanted your daddy back. You grab Kinger’s hand and lead him back to your room without a word. 

“W-woooah.” Kinger says, eyes shifting their position in an amusing manner, “ Where are we heading?” He whispers, eyes shifting back and forth as if we are keeping a funny secret. 

“Um well night..you two..” Pomni calls behind you. 

You hear Jax say something snarky, but that all fades behind you as you pull Kinger into your room for some much needed little time. 

[ghosty-fics]

Kinger- Not so Crazy Old Man

M4A/Gender Neutral/Second Person POV

Use of Y/N

Word Count: 689

I love Kinger soooo much!! He’s so fun and weirdly comforting to me especially in the haunted house episode. I need more fics of him (╥﹏╥)

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It hadn’t been long since you were added to the growing cast of characters at the circus, at least it didn’t feel that long. You couldn’t tell the days in this place and if they even matched how long it’s been outside this insane place. Right now, it was simulated night time after a sort of fun adventure at an aquarium, Caine keeping the adventure light this time. You couldn’t sleep, having fought your little space the entire time since you felt so small watching all the fishies and wandering around in such a large place mostly on your own since the rest of the crew were going around causing chaos around the place. 

You toss and turn in your bed in your personalized room that fits your digital persona in this weird world. You sit up, whining to yourself, deciding sleep was never going to come. Pulling yourself out of the bed, you peek out of your door to make sure there’s no danger before walking to the main room. You look around, a bit weirded out by how silent the circus was when the program was on standby. The only thing that broke the normal view of the brightly colored playground equipment that was too big for anyone to use was Kinger’s pillow fort that he constantly sat in throughout the day when we weren’t on adventures. It looked insanely comfy to you, even more so in your little state. You walk up to the pile cautiously, hand opening the weird pillow door. You pause, seeing Kinger relaxing against a few pillows. His large eyes glance over at you, squinting slightly indicating a slight smile. 

“What are you doing up, Y/N?” He says weirdly calm, a striking change to his normal insane demeanor. 

“I um..couldn’t sleep” You respond shyly, your demeanor also slightly different causing Kinger to motion you in. “You can’t sleep either?”

“Yes, I don’t sleep that many full nights.” Kinger says as the pillow fort completely closes, leaving you both in a slightly dim bubble. 

“So um you seem..calm.” You say carefully as you settle next to him, leaning against the pillows. 

“You do too.” Kinger chuckles, “It’s the darkness.” He explains simply, seemingly not wanting to explain further.

You nod, not wanting to push since he isn’t pushing your change as well. You two sit in comfortable silence. The calm silence of the fort causes you to slowly slip down into a more comfortable age. You lean on Kinger as your head fuzzes and you go to place your thumb in your mouth. 

Kinger’s large gloved hand stops you silently, wordlessly looking for something else for you to chew. He sighs, seeing he had nothing really useful so he hands you a medium sized beetle plush. He watches you carefully making sure you do what he would like. His eyes squinting in a smile as you chew on the mandibles of the beetle. He settles back down, gloved hand resting on your shoulder and pulling you close to his chest. 

His presence helped so much even if he didn’t know it. While his newly calm self was a bit confusing to you, that didn’t matter to you at this moment. The only thing that mattered was that for the first time in a while in this god forsaken place you felt comfort. You felt safe enough to let yourself slip and go into your happy place. You made a note that you’ll have to ask Kinger if you can use his fort throughout the day when Caine’s adventures get too much. Maybe you could handle this place with this solace.

Soon, you are asleep against Kinger, head resting on his chest, feeling its rise and fall. In your sleep, you don’t feel Kinger “kiss” against your head or him lifting you up and carrying you back to your own room to tuck you in. He lets you keep the beetle seeing as it calms you down. He knew he’d probably forget all this in the morning but hopefully leaving himself a note to invite you into the fort can help in some way. 

[ghosty-fics]

Dean Winchester- Comfort 

M4A/Gender Neutral CG Reader/ Kid Regressor Dean 

Use of Y/N

Names used: For Dean- Baby, Sweetheart, Kiddo

Word Count: 1,067

(I wasn’t sure what Kid Dean would call his caregiver. I don’t feel he would use mommy or daddy, but considering his love of nicknames, he’d definitely use a nickname instead. Sooooo with that said, Y/NN is your nickname based off your name)

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Dean couldn’t wait to get home. He was pushing the speed limit more than he probably should, but with the creeping fuzziness crawling into his brain, there’s nothing he could do. He thought he could make it home. It had been a long hunt and an even longer drive home. After dropping Sam off at his own home, Dean felt his headspace almost rush into place. His kid self longing embrace of his carer and the comfort that only they could bring. Although he was slightly having fun due to the fast pace driving he wasn’t allowed to do normally when in his headspace. 

As he pulled into the driveway, he couldn’t have parked faster. He grabbed his duffel bag and stomped up to the front door, unlocking it impatiently. As soon as the smell of vanilla and wood notes filled his nose, his brain fogged over, tears coming to his eyes. He dropped his duffel at the door and quickly searched for his carer. He looked in every room, finally finding them napping in their bed. He whimpered slightly, not wanting to wake them, but he needed comfort. He decided to just lay beside them. After clumsily getting his boots off as quietly as a little kid could, he shrugged off his jacket and layed down next to his carer, looking at their peaceful sleeping face. He smiles, hands shakingly coming up to pet their cheek softly before he fully buries his head into their chest, breathing in their scent. 

This small gesture wakes the sleeping carer gently, their arms coming to wrap around Dean gently. Their hand comes up and runs their hand through Dean’s hair.

 “Welcome home, Dean..” They say, sleepily, yawning, soon almost jumping awake when they heard Dean whimper. They look down at him, seeing the poor soft look in his eyes. “Oh baby..are you small?”

“N..no” Dean denies, voice light and childish despite his efforts.

They smile softly, placing their hand on the back of Dean’s head, resting at the base. “Oh okay then. Then I guess you wouldn’t want a bubble bath with a snack and cartoons after then. You know because you’re a grown up.” They tease softly. 

Dean’s eyes widen as he sits up, huffing, “No I want that...Please.” He says, looking away. 

They smile and sit up, stretching, “Of course, sweetheart. Come on.” 

With that, Y/N takes Dean’s hand and leads him to their shared bathroom, sitting him on the closed toilet. They lean over and turn on the bath, grabbing some bubble soap adding a few drops. Dean’s eyes light up at the addition of bubbles and soft gasps exit his mouth as Y/N pulls out his bath toys. 

“Okay, kiddo. Pick out three toys for you to play with.” They say, smiling at his excitement. Dean was careful with his choices, taking his time as he picks the best toys. Meanwhile Y/N grabs the softest towel they can find as well as a washcloth, setting them on the counter. After Dean has made the perfect choice, he puts his toys in the now full bath, proud of his decisions. 

“Good job, kiddo. Now do you want me to bathe you or can you do it yourself?”

“Um..I got it, Y/NN..” Dean says shyly, not one for help in the bath unless he’s hurt in someway. 

“Okay kiddo. That’s okay. I’m going to get your snacks ready, okay? You gonna be a big boy and clean up?”

“Mhm! I gots it!” Dean says happily. 

“Okay baby. Just call me if you need help.” Y/N says leaving Dean to clean up himself. 

After a lovely bath and playtime in the tub, Dean hops out, drying himself off quickly. He opens the bathroom door to see his pjs set on the floor, waiting for him. He grabs them and gets dressed, hands feeling the soft fabric of his Scooby pajamas. He runs out to the living room, where Y/N set out some snacks for the boy. Pretzels, fruit gummies, and some apples with peanut butter carefully sectioned on a plate for Dean. A sippy sitting next to it with his “juice” (water with a bit of juice since Dean refuses to drink plain water). 

Dean happily sits down, exclaiming a loud thank you towards Y/N in the kitchen, receiving an equally loud welcome. Dean grabs the remote, setting the TV on his cartoons. The loud intro of Courage the Cowardly Dog rings out as Y/N sits on the couch, letting Dean sit on the floor between their legs, head resting on the side of their knee. Y/N cards their fingers through Dean’s hair as he speaks to the TV telling the poor purple dog what to do.

Y/N smiles softly as Dean gets a bit frustrated at the TV, mumbling about how he’ll beat up Eustace for scaring the dog, “It’s okay kiddo. Courage is tough. He’ll always win in the end.” 

“Yeah but he needs a beating for hurting him.”

“I know, sweetheart. But how about a time out instead? Beating up isn’t good either.”

Dean seems to contemplate that for a second, nodding. “How old is he?”

“Um he’s old so probably in his 60s” Y/N says, a knowing look spreading on their face.

“Then he needs 60 minutes in timeout.” Dean nods, proud of his punishment he’s declared on the fictional character. 

“That’s right, baby. 60 minutes. That’s a long time huh?”

“Mhm! He deserves it though, Y/NN!” He says, huffing as the episode ends. 

“I know. I know.” Y/N looks at the clock on the wall, pulling Dean up to his feet, “Time for bed, kiddo.”

“What? No! I want more cartoons.” He huffs, crossing his arms. 

“No kid. It’s late and you just came home. We can play all day tomorrow. We can go to the nature trail if you want.” Y/N suggests as they are cleaning up Dean’s mess, putting everything in the kitchen. 

Dean's eyes light up at this suggestion, “Okay! You promise?”

“Yes bud, I promise. Now come on.” Y/N leads Dean over to their bedroom, laying him down on the bed before laying down to hold him close to their chest. 

Dean cuddles up to them, smiling. His body relaxes, his breaths evening out after a while of soft humming from Y/N. Y/N soon joined him in deep slumber after kissing his forehead gently. 

“Good night, kid. Love you.”

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Dean Winchester- Injured Big Brother

M4A/Gender Neutral-Masc Leaning/Toddler Reader/ Kid Dean

Dean is a flip; regressing in this fic

-Names used: Baby, Little guy-

Word Count: 889

(@littl3babybug ‘s Dean headcanons have had a chokehold on me the past couple of days. I might write more about flip Dean with sibby reader. Maybe a one with CG Castiel!)

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The last hunt was an absolute mess. Not only was there an unexpected demon connection to an already difficult monster, but you and Dean had gotten hurt fairly badly in the process of finding and killing the nasty thing. You had minimal scratches and cuts along your arms, but Dean’s leg was fairly hurt. Since you both were stressed over it all, it wasn’t a surprise that you both were regressed the next morning. 

It all started when you woke up and heard Dean whisper muttering little curses under his breath in the bathroom as he cleans his wound. You crawl out of bed grabbing your stuffie as well as Dean’s Scooby. You watch him struggle to wrap his leg again, mumbling tiredly. You walk over to help. Your walking a bit wobbly at best as you plop on the edge of the tub, surprising Dean who mumbles a ‘Good Morning’. You huff wordlessly, pushing Scooby into his arms before trying your hand at wrapping up Dean’s injured leg. 

“Hey! I had it. Babies shouldn’t be-” Dean said, his childish voice revealing his regressed mindset. 

You shake your head, babbling a bit as you struggle as well but eventually get it on good enough. You stood, toddling a bit to Dean’s side to help up with one arm, the other holding tight to your stuffie. Dean reluctantly used you as a prop, holding Scooby in his other arm. You both make your way to the living room. Dean plops onto the couch, groaning. 

“Ouch..” He whimpers, tears welling up in his eyes due to the pain. 

You whimper as well, hating to see Dean in such pain. You try your best to get him as comfortable as possible, limited on what you can provide due to your own mind space, setting your stuffie next to him to keep him company. You wobble to the kitchen to get breakfast. Thinking the safest thing was cereal, you do that. You pour the colorful circles into two bowls and try your best to not spill the milk as you pour. Of course you spill a bit but you can clean it later, your big brother needs his loops. 

You carefully walk with both bowls, spoons stuck into the cereal already. As you inched forward, Dean watched you with wide eyes, praying you didn’t spill any. Dean cheers and praises as you reach the couch, handing him one bowl and setting yours on the coffee table. 

“Awesome, little guy!” Dean praises, starting to eat his food, using his arm to help you up onto the couch. He grabs the remote, always having control of the tv when you both are regressed. He’s the older brother, of course he gets to pick. Babies can’t pick good TV, he says. 

Dean switches on the TV switching to the cartoon network which has an episode of Tom and Jerry on at that time. You grab your cereal and silently eat, listen to Dean ramble on and on about the show, explaining that babies shouldn’t do what was in the show then rambling about why Tom was his favorite which got you to babble/argue that Jerry was better. 

For hours, you two go on like this. Cartoon after cartoon on the channel. Dean talking for the both of you most of the time, especially if it was one of his favorite shows, explaining everything to you even if you fully understood. You just listened and nodded to him, amazed by all his knowledge. 

“Bubba know a lot..” You mumble as the credits play for an episode of Power Puff Girls. 

“Well yeaaah. I’m bigger than you, baby.” Dean says proudly. 

“I not a baby.” You pout.

“Yeah you are. You are a baby. I a big kid.”

“Noooo! I big too!” You huff.

Dean just laughs, “No you are smaller than me. See.” Dean sits up straight, smiling. 

You just huff, knowing he’s right. He is definitely bigger than you, both physically and mentally. You yelp, holding your stomach as it growls.It was getting dark and the two of you neglected to grab lunch. 

“Oh you hungry, little guy?” Dean watches, humming. “I have idea. Get me Sammy’s phone.” 

You nod and hop off the couch going to grab one of Sam’s many phones, waddling back and handing it to him, curious on what he’ll do. Dean taps on the phone and goes silent for a few moments before excitedly looking to you. 

“Food be here in a second. Think you can wait that long, baby?” Dean teases.

You huff, nodding as you sit back next to him. Soon, the food arrives and the two of you feast on chicken tenders and fries and burgers and pie, of course. With all that food, you start to feel sleepy. Dean’s childish rambling and talking about the Scooby Doo villain on screen acting as a noise machine to your indepening slumber. It’s a good hour or so until Dean even realizes you fell asleep. 

He shifts, whimpering a bit at his leg, but he couldn’t let you be uncomfortable. What kind of big brother would do that? He pulls you up, making sure you have your stuffie in your arms, setting Scooby on your head, giggling to himself slightly as he continues to watch his shows, quietly for once. 

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John Price-Teething Baby

(M4A/Gender Neutral/Platonic/Possibly OOC)

*Oral Fixation*

-Names used: Dove, Dovey-

Word Count: 610

Oral fixation. John learned that concept soon after looking out for his teammate. He had noticed it before ever finding out about how they cope. It was subtle. Chewing on pen tops or pencils, their nails always bit down to stubs or the skin around their nails shredded. They always seemed to have something in their mouth. Gum, suckers, straws from their lunch, even their own fingers when they thought no one was looking. 

After John began looking after his teammate while they regressed, he noticed it was worse in their little state. Fingers, sippy straws, even stuffies were not safe from his baby’s teething wrath. He started with snacks to maybe curb the need. He didn’t want to spoil his baby’s appetite so that didn’t last long. Then he decided to get actual baby teethers which helped after a while but didn’t really solve the problem of them chewing when in public. 

John searched high and wide for a solution and finally found it. The package arrived today and he was beyond excited to present it to his baby. 

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You sit in your quarters, bundled up in your blankets and holding your favorite stuffie. As always you absentmindedly chew on the top of the poor things head while you watch cartoons. You were enjoying your quiet time in between missions and meetings. Just as you were thinking about John joining you, here he comes, hands behind his back and a wide smile on his face. 

“Hey dove.” John says as he approaches you, removing a hand from behind his back to pet your head. “How’s my little one doing?” 

You sit up quickly in his presence, giggling at his pets. You release your stuffie from your chewing as you speak, “Good, sir! What you have there?” 

You try to peek around John’s back to see what he’s holding but he shifts to continue to hide the surprise. 

“Ah ah dove. Not yet.” John chuckles, tapping your leg gently, “Scoot over.”

As you comply, he plops down moving the white box to his lap. You shift and peer over, staring excitedly at the box, “That for me?”

“Yes, dove. That’s for you, but you have to listen to me before you can get it.”

John smiles and laughs a bit as you put on your oh so adorable serious face and nod. He continues, “This is a very special gift and you have to make sure that it gets cleaned everyday okay?”

He smiles as you nod quietly. He opens the box and hands it over to you revealing the various different chewelry he had picked out for you. Some bracelets and some necklaces of various different toughnesses and textures. All for you to try out.

You slowly smile and quickly tackle your carer into a tight hug as a thanks, “Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!” You put one of the bracelets on your arm then put one of the necklaces around your neck, immediately putting the chewy pendant into your mouth. 

John silently praises himself for cleaning them before giving them over to you. “You’re welcome, dovey. I’m happy you like them.”

“I love them!” You say giggling as John sets the box on the floor. 

He shifts and scoots you over, laying down in bed with you. He allows you to grab your stuffie and get comfortable as he turns your show back on. He pet your head gently as you both relax into each other for the rest of the night. 

John smiles down at you as he watches you chew your new necklace, saving the poor stuffie from your biting and drool for now. 

[ghosty-fics]

Masterlist

Red (R)- Character/Reader

Blue (B)- Character/Character

Green (G)- Platonic! Character/Reader

Purple (P)- Platonic! Character/Character

Call of Duty

Baby's Day Off (CG Simon Riley) (R)

Teething Baby (CG John Price) (G)

Panicking (CG John MacTavish) (R)

Carers Need Care too (CG John Price) (R)

Mission Rest (Regressor Simon, CG John MacTavish) (P)

FNAF

Marble Hornets

Slashers (Scream, Friday the 13th, Halloween, etc.)

Supernatural

Injured Big Brother (Kid Regressed Dean) (R)

Comfort (Kid Regressed Dean) (R)

The Amazing Digital Circus

Not so Crazy Old Man (CG Kinger) (R)

Not so Crazy Old Man, pt 2 (CG Kinger) (R)

[ghosty-fics]

Simon "Ghost" Riley- Baby's Day Off

(M4A/Gender Neutral/Possibly OOC/Second Person POV)

*Selective Mutism*

-Names used: Baby/Luvie-

Word Count: 595

~Doing this job is extremely difficult for anyone, some days more than others. Your days off are the worst. Your mind has time to catch up with all the stress and worry you've had to endure over the last few weeks. You know this so you go to the one place you're safe; Ghost's office.~

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You sat in the barracks, reading a book, trying to ignore the looming thoughts in the back of your head. You whimper and set my book down, unable to read it anymore anyway. You stare up at the barren ceiling, mind becoming foggy as you disassociate lightly. You shake myself out of it and stand, quickly making your way to your Lieutenant's office, knocking lightly.

"Come in." Ghost said, British accent gruff and intimating.

You slowly pushed open the door, coming inside and closing the door behind yourself. "Ghost..." you say softly, voice rising a few octaves.

Ghost's eyes soften, making way for his softer side. He motions for you to walk over which you quickly do. He scoops you up placing you in his lap, pushing your hair out of your face. "Hey baby. You okay?" He asks, softly.

You nod a bit, burying your face into his neck, just wanting the warming comfort of his arms. Luckily, he gives it happily. His arms wrap around you holding you steadily in his lap, one hand on your back the other on your head. He leans back, humming softly.

"How small are you, luvie?"

You grunt in response, not wanting/unable to speak. This causes Simon to let out a soft but deep chuckle that you can feel deep in his chest.

"Okay baby. I understand." He says rocking back and forth slightly in his office chair before moving the hand on your head back to his computer to continue his work, while still holding your back with his other hand.

You both sat there in silence for a bit. You nuzzled him enjoying his soft back rubs. He hums softly as he works, mumbling to himself as he figures out his paperwork.

You tap his chest softly to get his attention, "Talk..pease.." you say softly as if it was a secret to be kept from the world.

This causes Simon to smile slightly as he nods, "Of course, luvie. Well, you see this form and this essay? Daddy has to make sure that everything is correct on here and move it to here." He points to the different parts of his screens to gently explain everything as simple as he's able.

You knew this process well. Not only watching Simon in times like these, but it was something you did in your day to day. That didn't matter though. Having Simon explain things and talk to you the way he does never fails to make you feel safer and calmer, like your own personal sound machine.

As Simon explains and drones on about his rather boring work, my eyes start to feel heavier and heavier, my head sinking more and more into Simon's chest and shoulder as I drift off to sleep. This doesn't go unnoticed by the caregiver as he continues to talk until he is sure you're asleep. Once you are fully taken by slumber, he quiets, holding you close as if you are the most fragile thing in the world, pressing a gentle kiss to your head.

He decides that the position you are in is probably not the best for your back so, gently, he scoops you up close to his chest as he stands to carry you to his quarters. A quiet and private place for you to rest without interruption.

As he lays you down, making every move deliberate as not to wake you, he tucks you in tight and brush the hair from your face.

"Sweet dreams, baby.." He says gently before turning to resume his duties.

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NSFW or sexual content

Abuse

Physical Punishments. ie, hitting, spanking, or any other forms of corporal punishments

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Forceful Regression. I don't 100% know if I'm cool with it, in some fics, I don't see any problem but in others it's a bit much. So on a case by case basis if I will write it.

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