There is something so special about having such a deep connection with a plushie that you not only find comfort in their company but feel the want and need to spoil them with tiny plush sized clothes and trinkets as well as care for them. Taking them on adventures big or mundane, spending evenings cuddle up watching shows or bringing them around the house to keep you company while you do chores, And when you feel down or having a horrible day they are just always there ready to love and comfort you the same way you do for them. 🧸
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Thinking about baby Ghost and kiddo Soap interacting. Ghost is almost always regressed because hes tired or his emotions are too big for him, meaning he spends a lot of his time crying or napping. Soap never really has the chance the play or interact with baby Ghost often.
Soap was doing his normal thing, playing with his hotwheels and some tracks for the cars. He had been connecting them all around the kitchen until he heard sniffles from behind him. Ghost had been walking around base and trying to find Price, his go-to caregiver, and hadnt found him yet.
"Bubba? Why cryin'?" Soap would ask, concerned for his baby brother.
"Papa.." Just the name would make Ghost feel more emotional. He wasnt able to find his caregiver when he really needed him. Lucky for Ghost, Soap wanted to be a good big brother for the poor baby.
"Hmm, I dunno where he went. Wanna play cars instead?" Soap would offer playtime as a distraction since it usually helped him in these situations. Before Ghost could even respond, Soap was already rambling on about some of his hotwheels cars.
"This one da best! And this one-" He would show Ghost his cars and what models they were, treating them like rare sculptures in an art gallery. Ghost felt himself becoming more interested in whatever Soap was babbling on about with his cars than finding Price.
It had been almost half an hour before Price entered the scene, seeing both of the boys on the kitchen floor with cars and track pieces surrounding them. Ghost wasnt crying or panicked anymore and seemed rather content to watch his brother race the cars down the tracks, Soap being as entertaining as ever.
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Like the Chica one, can you do age regression reader with Asa :3c
Hi! Thank u for request! I wasn’t sure specifically what u wanted so I wrote a little snippet of an evening with Asa whilst regressed, I hope u like it!
Caregiver! Asa Emory x Little!Gn!reader
No warnings apply!
Requests are closed (will be open soon!)
Fluffy Socked feet bound down the hallway full force, giving Asa no time to react as you practically jumped onto him. The larger man lets out a wheeze of surprise but steady’s himself. “I’m glad to see you too baby, but what are we forgetting?” He chuckles and ruffles your hair.
“No running in the halls because daddy is lame” you drawl out in an uninterested tone. Asa scoffs.
“Not quite what I was going for but I’ll take it if it saves you from breaking your butt on my floor” he grins back at you softly. All you get is a “Hold on tight bug” before he scoops you into his arms, causing a squeal of delight and surprise. Your pyjama clad legs wiggle in retaliation but mostly excitement as you let yourself be carried to the table and plopped on the chair gently. Your caregiver takes the seat across from you.
“I’m going to get dinner started pet, if I let you sit here and watch can you be good for me and colour me something pretty for the fridge whilst we wait?” He proposes, eyes soft with affection.
You nod happily and make grabby hands at the paper and crayon set sprawled over the other end of the table from last night.
Rising from the table Asa slides the art supplies to you, placing a tender kiss on the crown of your head before pulling the pans he needs from the cupboard and getting started.
Tonight he’s cooking spaghetti, something simple you can manage when regressed and not too complex on the tastebuds, as much as he loves to show off his culinary skills and spoil you with impressive food, that isn’t what tonight is about. Besides you’ll probably have one handfull of pasta in your mouth and your eyes glued to bluey on the tv, it doesn’t need to be gormet.
After checking in on you a few times and praising your drawings dinner is ready to be served, Asa’s on one of his normal black plates and yours on a plastic zoo themed one with a divider to keep your foods from mixing. It’s a nightmare to wash up but he does have a soft spot for the little monkeys lining the edge.
Now settled at the table Asa chews forkfuls of his food whilst giving you little glances every so often to see how you’re coping. He knows you don’t like to be coddled all the time and want some independence so he’ll only step in if it looks like you’re struggling.
After a few minutes of watching the spaghetti slide off your fork and you groaning in defeat he decides to offer some support.
“Would you like daddy to do it for you bug? I know spaghetti can be pretty tricky for kids as little as you.”
You nod, face red but grateful for the help none the less, at this rate the food would’ve been cold before you got halfway through it.
Sliding into the chair next to you Asa takes your plastic handled fork and twirls a helping of the spaghetti onto it, blowing on it carefully he raises it to your mouth.
“Here it comes, bug”
“Perfectly done” he smiles as he reaches for a napkin, wiping the excess sauce from your face like an overbearing mother embarrassing their child. You could never be embarrassed by your daddy, you love him too much.
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