🥞EEEE I REALLY REALLY AGREE ! ! ! This ask makes me so excited. I love Nanami so much he is very handsome and would be such a good papa ^-^ listen to some of my headcanons if you will,

Nanami Kento CG headcanons ! !

Cg!Suguru Geto mood board ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪

What if after the gas incident, Price noticed that the gas gave the reader a well needed break and later he notices that they desperately need that break again. He calls the reader and Simon for a meeting, telling Simon to bring all the stuff they had for the reader's regression (I think Simon would secretly have it ready at all times, just out of hope). Price essentially orders the reader to regress and orders Simon to be their caregiver. Obviously reader doesn't like the idea at first and tries to resist, but after the box is taken out, forcefully changed into the clothes from said box, a pacifier is forced into their mouth, and Simon holds them, they start to slip on their own, but not very confidently. Everyone else was briefed about this being the first time for their regressing naturally, so the second the guys see them the reader's all embarrassed, but the guys are just giving so much positive reinforcement.

You've been on edge lately. Ever since inhaling the gas and coming back to yourself, it's like you threw yourself back into your work. Not because you were excited to be back, but because you had something to prove. You weren't, and wouldn't, be weak, and you wouldn't be coddled.

Price understood the need to bounce back quickly, but he kept an eye on you during the process. You were getting snappy with the team, staying up late to train or finish paperwork, and you weren't eating enough. You couldn't seem bothered with the mess hall most days. Price knew Simon still had the things from the incident.

Those two days had affected Simon more than he let on to everyone except Price. It wasn't just that you relied on him but that you had felt safe with him. When you woke up crying in the night, you calmed when he held you. When things were confusing or upsetting to you, he was the one you searched for. No one had ever looked at him and decided he would he safe enough to talk to, let alone be soothed by.

And then the realization settles in.

"..."

"Why did you-"

Price was considered fatherly already, but experiencing one of his teammates being tiny increased it. He's the type to tie your shoes or help slip them off at the end of the day. He's the one to make sure you're tucked in properly at bedtime, which he enforces very strictly. The others often try to get him to let you stay up longer but he knows when his little one needs to sleep. So locked in he tries to baby you even when you're not in that headspace. Safe to say Price is the main caregiver.

Gaz likes to take advantage of you feeling tiny because it makes you extra sleepy and cuddly. When you're not, cuddling isn't even in the equation. But when you are, he loves just spending the entire day laying on the couch with you tucked into his side covered in a soft blanket. Nobody has seen you? Probably being tiny and laying on Gaz while watching your favorite TV shows and movies. He's the best at getting you to take naps (and usually falls asleep with you).

Soap riles you up 24/7. As soon as he gets word that you're feeling tiny from one of the others he's immediately gathering stuff to play with you. He already loves doing stuff with you on a normal day; but having a little buddy to play with and coo at? Even better. It doesn't matter if you're hyper or calm, loud or quiet, he's finding a game to play. You can even have the itty bittiest baby headspace and he still finds ways to have fun. Soap gets allegations of also being tiny because of how much he loves playing with toys with you, but he doesn't care.

Ghost was very hesitant whenever he first found out about your headspace. Even after the others became comfortable and fit into the role perfectly, he still felt out of the mix. Everyone knew how iffy he was around children, but maybe it would be different because it was you. If he ever found you feeling tiny, he would just hand you off to one of the others. They knew what to do and how to care for you. But over time he grew a little fond of holding you in his lap while he worked. You would simply curl up on his lap and lay against his chest while he typed on his computer or scribbled out reports with a pen. Admittedly, he grew to love the company.

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

❄️┊Other people's opinions of me do not have the power to determine who I am, or what I deserve to achieve in life.

💧┊My personal difficulties do not make me a burden to others. I deserve to take up just as much space in the world as anyone else does.

🌊┊I am still a good person, even if I make mistakes or hurt people by accident. Being good is not about never getting things wrong, but about making it right when I do.

💠┊It is my right to decide what my regression feels and looks like. There are no requirements for valid regression, and it does not need to be aesthetically pleasing or purely positive in order to help me.

🌀┊I deserve good things in life, and opportunities to grow into whomever I want to be. The people around me who make me feel like I can't do that are wrong, and it is not my responsibility to change their minds.

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Curious paws, shiny treasures, and a sleepy little heart.

🦝 Exploring everything with grabby hands and bright curiosity

🦝 Collecting “treasures” and keeping them close (even silly ones!)

🦝 Loving hoodies, sleeves, or blankets that feel like hiding spots

🦝 Gentle chittering, squeaks, or happy noises when excited

🦝 Getting messy with snacks or play and not minding at all

🦝 Bursts of energy followed by big sleepy crashes

🦝 Feeling safest when you can hide, curl up, or be left to explore at your own pace

🦝 Stimming with hand movements, paw-like grabbing, or fidgeting

🦝 Being mischievous but very sensitive to tone and stress

🦝 Needing reassurance after being startled or overwhelmed

🦝 Curling up to rest once the exploring is done

🦝 Soft praise makin your tail do a lil wag

🌙🦝 You don’t have to be neat or perfect to deserve care… even the tiniest trash panda deserves softness, safety, and rest. ⪩≽•ܫ•≼⪨

Caregiver! Clark Kent moodboard 🥣

I can't wait to go to skg and get my first comic bro. Also back to the og layout ig

(AKA 6 blurbs cos I love them)

🦇 It took Bruce nearly a year to actually fess up to Clark about “this stupid thing that helps me sleep sometimes” (even though it does more thank just that), and then another good few months for him to actually regress even a tiny bit in front of him.

It was a late night after a rough mission, and Bruce had changed into a soft sweater Clark rarely saw. He’d pulled a cozy blanket over his lap and sat down next to him on the couch, avoiding eye contact. After a little of Clark just trying not to move too much while he turned the pages of his book, he let himself smile when he felt Bruce shift and lean gingerly on his side.

flip bruce wayne and flip clark kent (๑'ᵕ'๑)⸝*

lots of head pats

scrunching up there noses

making little noises

jumping

playing in the woods

cozy clothes

parks

nibbling on small things

shoes that make clicky noises

fruits and veggies

freezing in place randomly

cuddles!

wearing poke-a-dot patterns

sleeping curled up

face painting white freckles on your face

clicking your hooves on the floor

being skittish/nervous

fake antlers (costume shops)

eating smores

scarfs

fingerless gloves

hot chocolate