In the spirit of all the awesome agere stuffs, how bout Simon with a little who gets vvvv sleepy when they regress??? They just an eepy lil thang
absolutely!!
cw: age regression
hmmm. simon adores his little any way they are, but a sleepy little thing like you? has his heart melting. he loves having you conked out on his lap, head sacked against his chest while you snore quietly, it makes him feel like he's doing a good job of making you feel little and safe. he can always tell when it happens, smirking at every little yawn you give.
"someone's a little sleepy, hm?" he murmurs softly, already pulling you close, no matter where or when, kissing the top of your head. "don't worry, I'm here." is all he whispers while rocking you a little bit, wrapping you in a blanket; or his jacket if no blanket is available. keeps humming or talking softly until you fall asleep. has loads of pics of you sleeping.
aww little reader trying on simons mask trying to be all intimidating
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thank you for the wonderful prompt anon <33 i loved writing it, and i love papa!simon! keep the creative ideas coming folks!
summary: basically just the prompt plus a little more fluff!
notes: papa!simon, dada!john
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Simon's on high alert when he hears shuffling coming from inside his room, behind his closed door. He starts walking faster, furious at the idea of someone intruding into his space. He pauses his movement when he hears quiet giggles, your giggles. He walks up to the door, and tries to understand what you could be laughing about in his room.
You're a troublemaker when you're little. Getting into things that don't belong in your little hands, messing with things just for fun. You're definitely encouraged by Johnny and Kyle, who love to help you with pranks and mischievous adventures.
Unfortunately, you're not all that sneaky when you're little. All the agility and swiftness that they can depend on during missions is nowhere to be seen. The team always keeps an eye on you. Whether you're tripping over your own feet, knocking into tables, corners or doors, or spilling stuff on yourself, they've got their hands full. He's always surprised by the stupid stuff you do.
Simon hears through the door when you imitate his accent and deep voice. “I only like tea and I can take you and your mom down!”
He’s glad Kyle and Johnny aren’t hearing this because they would never shut up about it. He finally gives into curiosity. He opens his door, and sees you in front of the small mirror hung on his wall. You've got one of his ghost masks on, and black eye paint smudged around one of your eyes. You've got his paint stick in your hand, held up to your other eye. The mask is too big so the fabric is loose over your head, and creates an adorable sight.
You see Simon come through the door in the reflection of the mirror and lower your hand. You spin around to face him, with a guilty smile on your face.
"Hey Papa! Look, I'm just like you!" You growl and make your hands into claws towards him.
"Hi love." His voice is gruff but you can recognize amusement in his tone. When Simon went to his office this morning to work on paperwork, he had given you to Price so that you could be in the gym as they trained. So he’s surprised that you’re not with them. "Why aren't you with Dada, I thought you were helping him."
"I was, but then they all went to shower and it was gonna be boring to wait for them so then I came here!" You excitedly explain.
Simon sighs and drags his hand down his face. He knows Price is likely looking for you everywhere. He crouches down in front of you and takes the paint out of your hands.
"I understand that it would be boring, but you can't just leave without telling anyone." He tells you gently, but you still pout.
"But Papaaaa.” You stomp your foot and cross your arms. Simon has to stop himself from laughing, which would make you more grumpy.
"Here's what we're going to do, I still have some things to finish up, so I'll take you back to Dada and then we can do something together in 20 minutes." You think about it, but you don't have a choice in the matter so you just nod and reach your hands out to him.
"Up?" He lifts you up and stands, putting the paint on a high surface, and then leaves his room in search of John. When he reaches the gym, the guys are looking around for you, behind equipment, in rolled up mats and in storage closets.
"I've got 'em." Simon announces, and the men all turn to the two of you, where they’re met with quite a sight.
When John walks over, he doesn't look the happiest. Simon holds you out to John, dangling you from your armpits like you're a stray kitten.
"You found a racoon going through the trash?" Soap jokes.
"Hey!" You protest, and since you’re still hanging you just weakly kick your legs in his direction. He laughs and reaches out to adjust the mask that had fallen over your eyes.
Price takes you into his arms and looks at you. "Getting into Papa's things hm?"
You leave the gym with John, who takes you to his bathroom. He sits you on the counter, and uses a cloth with warm water to wipe off the paint.
When Simon finishes his work, he walks to the living room and sees you, still with his mask on but with a clean face, playing a card game on the floor with Kyle while Price makes you lunch.
You look up from your hand of cards when he comes up behind you. “Hi!”
“You get into any more trouble?” He asks you and gently puts a hand on your head.
“No of course not!” He rolls his eyes and doesn’t believe you at all. He sits down beside you and then lifts you into his lap.
“Alright baby, what do we gotta do to crush Kyle?”
christmas was usually not a time of year your daddy enjoyed. it was usually treated as just any other day and he really never bothered to explain why. you, however, absolutely adored the holiday, and for that reason alone, he was willing to indulge at least a little.
so there the two of you sat, on the floor, surrounded by ornaments. you were adding hooks to all of them so they could be neatly placed on the tree. you had picked a pink and black theme this year, and your daddy was happy to oblige your decoration request. you went for a cute/punk look and felt it was the perfect metaphor for the relationship you two shared.
“daddy, can you pass me more hooks?” you asked politely. your daddy hummed in response and handed you a few more. you thanked him and went straight back to work.
“are you having fun, kiddo?” he asked you, focused on the project at hand.
“i am, daddy!” you said, finishing the last ornament with your daddy soon following suit. “all done!” you danced lightly in your seat, excited to get to decorating.
“well, what are we waiting for?” your daddy asked, motioning towards the tree sitting in the corner. you squealed and picked up a handful of ornaments, immediately placing them on the tree. you didn’t have an exact map out of where you wanted every little thing, just a general finished look in mind. your daddy handed the ornaments to you as you placed them, knowing you wanted to do this part for yourself. he would reach the taller decorations when you couldn’t and would place them wherever you asked. soon enough, the tree had all of its ornaments, and all that was left were the lights.
“why don’t you let me handle this one?” daddy said, remembering the meltdown that ensued the year prior when you couldn’t get them untangled soon enough. you were embarrassed at the thought and agreed.
“okay, daddy.” you said softly.
“now, don’t sulk.” he told you, walking over and ruffling your hair slightly. “i’m just looking out for you, that’s all, baby.” he said. you nodded, watching as he expertly untangled the lights and threaded them through the tree branches. he plugged them in, and there sat your beautiful pink and black christmas tree with pink lights and a black bow tree topper. you were absolutely thrilled with your final result, and looked to daddy for approval.
“daddy, do you like it?” you asked hopefully.
“i love it.” he told you. “and you.”
you jumped with excitement and clapped, always loving the aesthetic of a lit up christmas tree.
“can i take my nap out here, daddy?” you asked politely, wanting to fall asleep to the lights. your daddy chuckled and nodded.
“if that’s what you want, go ahead, kiddo.” he said. you rushed and got ready for your nap, using the restroom and changing into comfier clothes and grabbing your stuffed bear, mr. honey. daddy had made a comfy spot for you on the couch and had your favorite pillow as well. you snuggled into the couch and he began tucking you in, laughing as you wiggled in and got comfy.
“thank you, daddy.”
“anything for you, princess.”
you remember dozing off to the faint pink light in the room as your daddy worked at his desk and knew you were safe.
•He's super overprotective of you, and has a huge soft spot for you.
•When he found out about your regression, he was unsure and confused about it. He didn't really know what it was, but quickly learned and understood it well.
•Upon finding out about your regression, he became extremely overprotective! He's so worried about you, and has no idea when you'll regress. He's always prepared in case you do regress.
•He loves pet regressors! He absolutely loves animals (especially dogs), and has a huge soft spot for pet regressors. He just loves that they're just a cute little animal. So precious and innocent <3
•He took you to a cat cafe! He bought you whatever food and drinks you wanted, and let you cuddle and play with the cats for hours.
•If anyone dares mention your regression/gear, he will threaten them, and protect you from others at all costs!
Simon is definitely the King of preparation. no matter when or where, he always has just what you need. a paci? got it. fidget toy? got it. juice pack? take a wild guess. he wants to make sure he's ready for anything.
you just woke up from a nap in the car while you're on a trip with him, all fussy and little - you didn't even think you'd be regressing, so you didn't pack anything you may want or need. but si? he looks at you, seeing the slight pout on your face and he knows. "mornin' sleepyhead. did you have a good nap, hm?" he asks gently, testing the waters. when he's met with a whine he chuckles softly and reaches into the back, grabbing a backpack and handing it to you. your sleepy eyes light up when you see just what you wanted. he chuckles, ruffling your hair gently as you sort yourself out. "there ya go. dada always thinks ahead, doesn't he?"
hi hello!! i’ve been seeing your pieces about caregiver graves with a reader who age regresses, and i just wanted to, maybe, request something similar with simon..? it’s been on my mind for a while :( thank you so much, your writing is amazing !! 🪸
ofc!!! and thank you🫶🏻
cw: age regression
Simon sitting you in his lap after you had your lunch, rubbing your belly to help you fall asleep for your nap. TV is quietly playing one of your favourite movies, you got a bottle/sippy cup/juice box to suckle on while he rocks you ever si gently. one arm wrapped around your belly to male sure you don't fall off his lap and the other rubbing your head softly to soothe you more. once you're out he lays you on the couch, sneaking out to do some housework and run you a bubble bath for when you wake up.
once you do you're huddled up in your blanket, being carried to the bathroom - the sight of so many bubbles and your favourite bath toys making you squeal with delight. "you like it, yea? did I do a good job?" he coos, watching you shed off clothes to jump into the tub. he sits on the edge to watch over you, wash your hair with gentle fingers so you're all nice n clean for your next little adventure <3
Am feelin rlly sick rn bc of smoke, can I pls get Simomn wif a sick little? Everything feels so so icky n I need him to cuddle me n give me honey milk :(
aww :( i hope ur better now!!
cw: age regression
si feels so so bad when youre sick :( he makes sure you don't leave the the bed at all, brinnging you everything you need. huddling you up in a little blanket nest, having a constant stream of water and tea going to you, feeding you light foods that he knows your tummy will be okay with. keeping track of your temperature and constantly asking how his little angel is feeling - also making sure you take your medicine. definitely coaxes you into taking it with the promise of honey milk.
Heyyy Ghostiie currently having a rlly bad anxiety attack and I could use some comfort, can I get Simon helping his girl with anxiety episodes? I’m also feeling really small rn so if you could squeeze in a bit of vent regression/regression as a result of the anxiety that would be amazing
hey! absolutely; I hope youre doing better 🫶🏻
note, i haven't heard the term vent regression before - I hope I did it justice
cw: talk about anxiety (comfort), age regression
Si knows the feeling extremely well; so he definitely wants to help you manage as best as he can. he knows what to do, the two of you talked it through, what you need and definitely can't have at that moment.
let it be headphones, weighted blankets/stuffies (weighted stuffies especially for the regression part), simply hugging you to put pressure on you, meds, whatever you need he provides.
if he notices you slip into regression, especially vent regression, he wants to make sure you're as comfortable as possible. has a little 'routine' he does - pulling you into his lap and hugging you tightly while cradling you, (weighted) stuffie in your lap and a paci, chewing stim toy or his fingers in your mouth, talking to you soothingly. maybe puttinh on a comfort show, depending on what you need.
extremely patient, helping you through crying fits, hyperventilation, or whatever you go through. he'll absolutely never rush you or get fed up. he loves you and wants you to know you're not alone.
