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regarding: colour me in â posted this last night but then deleted it again bc motivation left for a sec. but we're here again, with an open doc, so come and aid me by sending your favourite boyfriend koo pics, so we can welcome cmi10 on here earlier let's go :') đ
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#i trust in u guys#but this was never here if nothing comes hehe#ughh cmi10 is so important for how the rest of the chapters will develop!!#but it'll also decide what ill do with the series bc soon i shall know whether to keep writing it or move to smth else!#so please consider giving it a lot of love n support đ„ș#either way v curious how youll like it#anyway ok bye!! đ€#fic: colour me in
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[Ready for a new game?]
day 11 definitelynottober - heart in your fist & week 1 weeklyhermittober - beginnings
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IM SO READY LETSGO SO EXCITED FOR THE NEW LIFE SERIESđ„đ„đ„đ„đ„đ„
#definitelynottober#definitelynottober2024#weeklyhermittober#trafficblr#traffic smp#life series#grian#bdoubleo100#bigbst4tz2#ethoslab#geminitay#goodtimeswithscar#impulsesv#martyn inthelittlewood#ldshadowlady#mumbo jumbo#pearlescentmoon#ok not tagging the rest bc theyre so in the back JKASLDJAJAWHAH#but also#zombiecleo#my art#i suffered so much with this piece but i really liked the idea KLASJDKAUEUEHE#maybe ill polish it more later URGH THIS TOOK SO LONGGGGGG#me: ok i need to catch up im two days late#also me: life series all members GO#HOPE U GUYS LIKE IT LOL#i didnt mess up the day count and only just realized now KLSADKLUEHUEJ. AS U CAN TELL THIS PIECE FRIED MY BRAINNNNNNN#edit again i did not completely forget this is also for weeklyhermittober.... trust.......................... KASDUEUEUHGl
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⥠ENHYPEN HYUNG LINE REACTION WHEN YOU KISS THEM RANDOMLY WHEN THEY ARGUE WITH YOU
ïč đčđ„đšđ âĄđčđ«Ă©đđąđŹ enha hyung line x fem!r. đ„fluff, headcanons ot7 works one shot wordcount` 700. đ ââ â Ë đđđđđđđ đ”â
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heeseungâs voice gets a little louder as he tries to make his point, frustration clear in his eyes. âyou never listen to me when iââ before he can finish, you grab his face and press your lips to his, catching him completely off guard. his words die out, replaced with a muffled sound of surprise, and he melts almost instantly into the kiss. his hands find your waist, holding you close as the tension evaporates in an instant. when you finally pull back, heâs breathless, his cheeks flushed. âthatâs cheating,â he murmurs, lips twitching into a smile despite himself. you grin up at him, teasingly, âi thought you liked it when i didnât listen.â heeseung laughs softly, pulling you back in, his forehead resting against yours. âyouâre impossible, baby.â but the way his thumb gently brushes your cheek tells you he wouldnât have it any other way.
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jayâs brows are furrowed, and heâs pacing in front of you, clearly upset about something. âiâm just saying, you couldâve told me instead ofââ you step forward and cut him off with a sudden kiss, your lips meeting his mid-sentence. he freezes, eyes wide in shock, before slowly relaxing into the kiss, his hands resting on your shoulders as if grounding himself. when you pull back, heâs staring at you in disbelief, his voice softer now. âyou canât just do that, babe,â he mumbles, though thereâs a smile tugging at his lips. âitâs not fair.â you shrug, a playful smirk on your face. âworks every time, doesnât it?â jay chuckles, shaking his head as he pulls you closer by the waist, his forehead resting against yours. âyeah, but now i forgot what i was even mad about,â he admit.
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jakeâs voice rises just a bit, hands gesturing as he tries to make his point. âbut you didnât even tell me youââ before he can finish, you grab his collar and pull him into a kiss, silencing him instantly. his eyes widen in surprise, but he doesnât resist, his lips against yours as he instinctively pulls you closer. when you pull away, he furrow his eyebrows. âyou should be lucky that you're my pretty girlfriend,â he murmurs, brushing a stray strand of hair from your face. his thumb gently traces your cheek as he pulls you even closer, the teasing in his tone melting into something warmer. âotherwise, iâd still be mad.â
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sunghoonâs eyes narrow slightly as heâs mid-argument, his voice steady but firm. âiâm just saying, you couldâveââ you cut him off by grabbing his face and pulling him into a sudden kiss. his body tenses for a split second, completely taken off guard, his hands automatically finding your waist. when you pull back, his lips are slightly parted, eyes blinking in surprise. âyou canât just do that, sweetheart,â he mutters, though a small, amused smile tugs at the corner of his mouth. ânot fair.â you tilt your head, smiling innocently. âworked, didnât it?â sunghoon chuckles, shaking his head in disbelief as he wraps his arms around you. âyou know, youâre impossible,â he whispers, his tone softening as his forehead presses gently against yours, âbut i guess i canât stay mad at my girl.â
#đ nini works#active dani era >3<#but trust that'll die after i have more exams... (next week cough cough.)#BUT I HOPE U GUYS LIKEE :3#enhypen icons#enhypen#enhypen scenarios#enhypen imagines#enhypen au#enhypen drabbles#enha imagines#enhypen fic#enhypen fluff#enha x reader#enha#enha fluff#enhypen soft thoughts#enhypen soft hours#jaeyun fluff#sunghoon fluff#heeseung fluff#jay park fluff#park sunghoon angst#park jongseong angst#sunghoon x reader#jaeyun x reader#enhypen soft hour#sunghoon soft hours#sunoo soft hours
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just thinking abt stuff
#my art#ml#thirteen#miraculous ladybug#adrien agreste#emilie agreste#felix graham de vanily#felix fathom#btw if thereâs anyone out there who just wants to talk to me extensively about the year adrien was 13. just let me know#i just think that if felix knew all the senti stuff he had to have known his dad was dying while it was happening f#and i imagine he assumed that the same was happening for adrien#until he found out it was emilie#(me cobbling together everythjng i can find in canon into a feasible timeline) this prequel would be so good u guys just trust me
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whats he dreaming about đ
#belphie đ€#out of all the characters i think hes the most like me tbh :/#good thing or bad thing u decide#anyways#solomon soon trust me guysâŠâŠ#my art#obey me#omswd#obey me!#obey me belphie#obey me belphegor#om! belphegor#shall we date belphie#belphie#belphegor
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> adventure saved.
#lime art#Colossus Fall#oc: Ophelia#oc: Kaden#oc: Leslie#they are Grilling#this drawing came to me in a Vision. and is also partially based on the dream that spawned these characters in the first place :D#re: âu guys gotta trust me. i can draw backgrounds i simply choose not to.
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tianjiu (food 4 me specifically)
#tianjiu#tianlang jun#shen jiu#scum villain#svsss#i just think they would b neat...#in the grand scheme of things i dont think the demon part would matter to sj#if he got attached to tlj first.?? like#guy with major trust issues vs guy who's just a little silly. And also has trust issues#sj @ tlj would b like:#how dare u break down my walls and make me feel safe and make me feel loved HOW DARE U#meanwhile tlj @ sj:#grumpy chicks r so sexy got damn.. oh u got trauma? word me too babygirl#lets take antidepressants together <3#out of screen shen yuan is of course the reason for all this . released tlj and was sj's shizun before hightailing it. Happy ending fairy#no idea how the timeline would work but slay#my art dump
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FOR THE 5 OTHER NORMAL ASSASSIN FANS
#I drew this forever ago and meant to color it#BUT WILL I???#so hereâs a doodle page with no color#bc I donât trust myself to finish anything anymore#I LOVE NORMAL ASSASSIN#IM SO GLAD OTHER PPL LOVE NORMAL ASSASSIN#scissor seven#s7#scissor 7#normal assassin#someone rb a normal assassin post I had and I was like#omg I love that guy#this is for u reblogger :3c Ty for liking my fav
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they should get to kill each other at least twice .i think
#gravity falls#stanford pines#stanley pines#lg doodles#i drew this a few days ago but im so tired after work ngl . sittingnin bed like =__= ..#and im visiting family this weekend so idek if ill get to it until next weekend#but ya i love them i loge them so much#i love the tension in atots right after stanford comes back#and hes like writing sll this shit ab stan in the journal#while learning that he stole his identity and so on and stans like hey so i did this rly selfless thing for u can you at least#acknowledge it and they r just stewing in their own anger đ#actually i love their dynamic so much . the arguing as they mimic each other 1:1 and rhe animosity and#ykw im gna make another post but the grammar stanley scene is my favorite#magbe its not post worthy nvm idc but thats probably one of my fav interactions in the whole series#its so stupid that u know its real HELPPlike yeah that rly isnjust how it is . in fact ive done more over less đ«¶#HAHAHAHAH#ugh.love . lovee i wish#i dont think gf needs a continuation im totally in the 2 season boat here#but if they ever did a post series stan and ford exploration ohhh believe . trust tht i would not shut up ab it ever#i want to see them talk so bad . im so greedy bc i feel like they didnt talk enough in the series bc im partial 2 them i just want them in#everything .#i think their personalities are so fun esp bc ford isnt the annoying nerd archetype i like that hes a cocky bitch#and i like that stan is an equally cocky bitch and they both have too much pride that they butt heads over literally everythjng#but they also recognize how ridiculous it all is like đ. even when theyre fighting over the journal they both r like ok pause r u ok#hmm.. so many ppl here capture their dynamic well too.đat least the people who dont generalize either into a single personality trait yk#imso tired im tired#but guys i love talking ab ford and stan theybr so everything to me in ways i dnt think incould ever articulate like u see them and u just g#get it . ugh. turning my head and passing out . ford is so funny hes so stupid i love him i cant bekieve i was a ford hater im sorry ive#atoned im changed im a changed oerson i didnt realize the magnitude of his serve .but stanley as my day 1 will never change . just know .(k#idk if anyonf ever reads this fsr down but if u r here say cheeseeđžđž
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idk if i ever posted these so here
#op#one piece#art#my art#mintart#sanuso#sanji#vinsmoke sanji#usopp#god usopp#usosan#idk if i posted the last one on here before đ whatever man#u guys can see it again đđ#ummmmmm sorry for shitty doodles plsssss I'm working on something trust me frfr (suffering with school)#aaaghhhhhhh#sillies
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Cute guy at the gym tried to make eye contact w me and smile multiple times. I found him rly hot . So naturally I adopted my resting bitch face and made sure I was as unapproachable as possible
#Ya Iâm the problem#đ#he was so hot too but I donât trust hot guys anymore I think thatâs my issue#Like if youâre tall and have cute wavy hair I actually cannot trust a thing u do#W behavior like this I actually canât complain Iâm literally going out of my way to be man repellant
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idk what gentile antizionist needs to hear this but ur antizionism activism is basically worthless if u dont also put effort into fiercely and loudly protecting jewish communities in ur area. if ur not as dedicated with ur time and energy to making the diaspora safer for jews as u are dedicated to hating zionism then u dont actually hate zionism, u just hate jewish people.
#jumblr#i wouldnt immediately say antizionism = antisemitism but boy oh boy do u guys make it hard to trust gentile non israeli antizionists
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soft spot â python333
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synopsis you've been having a bad day, and ghost feels like being extra nice to you. plot twist you're an age regressor and him being so nice is NOT helping.
relationships platonic agere cg!ghost & gn little!reader.
characters ghost.
word count 6.7k.
warnings a victorious reference, age regressor reader, usage of c/n [call sign/code name], 2nd person pov [you/yours/yourself]
note please feel free to attack me as much as you want if this is inaccurate. i don't even care if it's not constructive criticism. i am begging for everyone's thoughts and opinions on this!! this is also the longest oneshot i think i've ever written!
âHaving fun there?âÂ
You turn in your seat and find Ghost leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed and one eye slightly wider than the otherâan indication that his eyebrow is raised.Â
âNot really,â You answer, setting down your gun. Youâd been disassembling it, trying to take your mind off of the slowly growing headache thatâs been building up for the past few hours. You donât think itâs a migraine or anything, but it still bothers you greatly.Â
âYeah, no, I can tell,â Ghost chuckles, pushing himself off of the door frame and walking over to you. He eyes your gun for a moment, the magazine already removed as well as any live rounds left in the rifle ejected, and the bolt locked to the rear. You were only maybe a quarter of the way through your disassembly, even though you started around thirty minutes ago.Â
For some reason, you woke up upset today. You were too tired, you felt awfully sluggish, and there was a throbbing pain clustered in the back of your eyebrows. So, in shortâyou were reasonably very upset. It showed visibly in the way your eyes twitched every so often, and in the way you felt the need to pinch the bridge of your nose to distract you from the pain that was still building up behind your brows.Â
âWhatâs going on?â He asks, leaning on the table.Â
âI have this headache that wonât go away,â You respond, sighing as you move your gaze from your gun to Ghost. You can barely see it, but from his eyes you can tell that his face scrunches up beneath his mask. He knows a thing or two about bad headaches, being someone who frequently gets migraines himself.Â
âHave you taken any meds for it?â You shake your head ânoâ. Ghost holds up a single finger in a âone momentâ motion and rummages through the pockets on his tactical vest for a moment, before he pulls out a small bottle of ibuprofen no bigger than his palm. He hands it to you.Â
âHere.â You blink at it for a moment.Â
âThanks,â You take the bottle gingerly and Ghost nods, watching you as you struggle with the child-proof lid for a second before getting it open. You shake out a small tablet, one the size of a low-dosage aspirin, and pop it into your mouth. You donât have much of an issue dry-swallowing it, and it only takes one attempt before you successfully swallow the tablet.
âYouâve been feeling pretty bad this whole week, havenât you?â Ghost frowns underneath his mask.Â
You think for a moment before nodding, âYeah, I guess. I think itâs mostly just stress.âÂ
You know itâs not just stress.Â
For a while now, youâve used something called âage regressionâ as a form of stress relief. You donât know exactly when it started, but you do know that it was before you were recruited for the 141. And originally, you made a promise to yourself that you wouldnât regress while on base, and you kept that promise for maybe a month before you broke it.Â
You think it was Ghost that was the trigger, actually. You can vividly remember the first time you regressed while on base; you had just finished talking to Ghost, and he called you somethingâyou think he called you something similar to âkidââthat made a flip in your mind switch immediately. You can remember excusing yourself from the conversation quickly, leaving your lieutenant slightly confused but otherwise unbothered by the strange action.Â
And, worst of all, you can remember being in your quarters and practically burrowing under your blankets. You were curled up into a fetal position, trying to fight the urge to suck on your thumb or at least chew on something, but ultimately lost the fight and succumbed to your urges. You spent maybe a few hours like that, wide awake when you just wanted to try and sleep it away, thinking about that interaction you had with Ghost over and over again.Â
Youâre not stupid. You know that Ghost has some sort of soft spot for youâalbeit, you donât know exactly how soft that soft spot is, but itâs definitely soft. Soft enough that he goes the tiniest bit easier on you compared to other recruits, soft enough that he spares you more time than he does for others, and the most obvious of allâhe initiates most of your conversations.Â
Contrary to popular belief, heâs not the scary super-soldier most people think of him as. Sure, maybe he is kind of scary, and maybe his mask does jumpscare you when youâre doing missions in particularly dark spaces sometimes, but other than that heâs not scary in the slightest. If anything, heâs awkward. Awkward enough that heâs almost never the first person to talk to someoneâexcept for you, of course. You donât know why he acts so differently around you, but you donât complain about it.Â
âThatâs rough,â Ghost looks down at you with concerned, empathetic eyes, âSorry youâre so stressed. Mind me askinâ why?âÂ
âI donât, but I also donât know why Iâm so stressed,â You huff out, even though you know the answer completely. You stand up, âI think itâs just me being sleep deprived. Iâve been having the tiniest bit of trouble falling asleep lately.âÂ
âYou shouldâve told me earlier,â Ghost tuts, âI have melatonin.âÂ
You give him a confused look. âYou do?âÂ
ââCourse I do.âÂ
You blink at him for a moment before sighing, âCould I have some then?âÂ
âWhatâs the magic word?â You give him an unimpressed look, ignoring the way the words make your stomach twist, and his eyes crinkle in a way that lets you know that heâs grinning under his mask.Â
âCould I please have some melatonin?âÂ
âThe magic word was lotion, but Iâll let it slide,â Ghost hums, âThereâs some in my office. Iâll grab it for you later.âÂ
âMâkay,â You look over at the door, unintentionally zoning out as you do. Your vision goes unfocused as the throbbing pain behind your eyebrows grows and something else grows inside of you.Â
Jesus. Why canât you choose any other time to get the urge to slip into a younger mentality? Why does your headache have to make everything worse for you? Why does Ghost have to be so nice and helpful?Â
âHey,â Ghost frowns, tapping a finger on your shoulder to snap you out of whatever trance youâre in, â[c/n]?âÂ
Oh God.Â
Your eyesâthat you try desperately to keep neutralâmeet Ghostâs, his eyes soft and his eyebrows dipped downwards in a confused manner. His eyes are searching, flitting over you, trying to find something. The way he looks at you makes you want to squirm, and you canât help but just slightly shuffle in place.Â
âAre you sure youâre okay?â He asks, voice as concerned as his look. That should be the breaking point for you, but you remain as big as you can be, and nod affirmatively.Â
âYeah, Iâm fine,â You try to assure him, hoping you donât sound as nervous as you feel, âI think Iâm just a little tired.âÂ
Ghost doesnât look convinced.Â
He puts a hand on your shoulder, the act like a hammer putting another dent in the wall you had put up. The leather of his glove is warm even through the thick material of your shirt, and it feels like hot metal against your cold skin, the clothing covering your shoulder be damned.Â
âYou can tell me if youâre not okay,â He tells youâwhat is he doing? Does he know something I donât?âwhile his thumb starts rubbing circles into your shoulder, âI feel like youâre more than a little tired.âÂ
You stay silent for a little bit. You donât know how to explain yourself, the words seeming to liquify and leak right out of you, making you speechless. He seems to notice this, sighing and letting his hand slip down to your hand, holding it and giving it a quick squeeze.Â
âI think,â He looks around for a moment before turning back to you, âthat we should head to my office so that nobody can bother us, and then you can tell me all about how youâre feeling right now. Does that sound okay?âÂ
You nod wordlessly, not trusting yourself to talk with how heavy your tongue feels, and you let Ghost lead you back to his office. Itâs only a hallway away, but thatâs still enough time to overthink everything that could possibly happen. How does he know somethingâs wrong? What gave it away? Did I do something bad? What did I do? Whâ
The creak of his office door opening snaps you out of your thoughts, and Ghost steps aside to let you enter his office first. Hesitantly, you take a few steps inside, and you hear the door click shut behind you as Ghost walks in. He takes your hand again, making you look at him as he guides you to a chair.Â
You sit in the chair thatâs in front of his desk, and he quickly drags out the chair thatâs behind it so that itâs right next to yours. He sits down.Â
Heâs looking at you expectantly.Â
âUh.â Youâre not sure what to say. Heâs looking at you so reassuringly, itâs hard to keep yourself sitting upright.Â
âI know somethingâs wrong,â Ghost says, leaning forward the tiniest bit, âI need you to tell me whatâs wrong so I can help you.âÂ
Heâs got to have at least some idea of what youâre experiencing, You think, trying to form some sort of explanation, Heâs being so⊠weird?Â
You swear thereâs some other word you could use, but your vocabulary feels so limited, and you would mentally curse if you could because you know that now your explanation is gonna sound weird. You canât use the words you want, youâre gonna be forced to use simple words, ones that canât convey exactly how you feel. Words thatâand it physically pained you to admit thisâwere childish.Â
You can explain your situation. Just, now it would be more⊠blunt. And short. And also youâd feel like killing yourself afterwards. You wonât, obviously, but you can predict that youâll come very close to doing so.
Okay, I have to say something because Ghost is looking more and more worried the longer I stay silent.Â
âI feelâŠâ You trail off for a moment, trying to get your thoughts in order for the next two seconds to actually say something that makes sense, before continuing in a far less confident tone, â⊠small.âÂ
The moment the words leave your mouth, you regret it. Ew. Ew. Ew. What. Why? Why that word? It leaves a sour taste on your tongue and yet you canât think of any other word that would better suit how you feel. Still. Ew.Â
Your thoughts are a jumbled mess ranging from fleeting thoughts of disgust to thoughts lodged in the back of your mind begging you to go anywhere else just so that you can stop having to have this conversation. This conversation requires words bigger than you have access to, and a sort of control over yourself that you canât grasp. You can feel your hands twitching, wanting something to hold onto, anything to keep you distracted from the overwhelming urge to just regress.Â
Ghost blinks. He didnât expect that answer.Â
âSmall?â He repeats in a questioning tone, eyebrows furrowed, âI mean, compared to me, I guess youâre kind of shortââÂ
âNo, no, not like short small,â You try to clarify, feeling just slightly discouraged by Ghostâs confused words, âLikeâŠâÂ
You struggle to find the words that properly describe how you feel, only finding words like small and little in your current vocabulary. Your findings are making you increasingly upset, and you can feel your face start to grow hot with frustration and embarrassment.Â
Oh my God.Â
âLikeâŠ?â Ghost nudges your knee with his, trying to encourage you to talk, âIâm not leaving until you tell me.âÂ
Thereâs still a level of care in his words, no matter how confused he seems, and that adds all the more struggle to your predicament. Not only do you not want to tell him, but you canât describe how you feel in a way thatâs acceptable for someone your age to describe anything. At least, not in a way that you deem acceptable for yourself to describe anything.Â
Youâre far too old to be describing yourself as small.Â
â[c/n]?â Ghost nudges you again, and you blink at him. Your eyes are flickering all over his mask, going anywhere but his eyes, since eye contact with anyone would make everything significantly worse for you right now.Â
âItâs justââ You try to take a deep breath but your breath hitches. Everything is starting to make you feel so frustrated, and youâre starting to think that you might just throw a tantrum if you canât do at least one thing right. You try to find the words you want to use but your throat is disobediently closing on you. Your mind feels like straight mush, and the quickly softening look that Ghost is giving you isnât helping you at all.Â
To your horror, in your inexplicable inability to talk in the way you normally do, you let out a small whine. It sounds obnoxious to your ears, and worst of all, sounds like something a little kid would do.Â
You put your head in your hands, the quickly reddening skin of your cheeks getting cooled by the cold of your palms as you try and hide your face from Ghost. You can picture how he looks right nowâsomehow more confused than earlier, possibly annoyed, weirded outâand all those mental images make you bite your tongue to prevent another noise.Â
âWhat was that?â You donât answer him.Â
To your non-answer, Ghost sighs, and you think, This is it, this is where he kicks me out of his office, oh my God Iâm gonna get dishonorably discharged and heâs gonna give me a really mean look on my way outâ
âLook at me.â You shake your head negatively.Â
âWhy not?â He sounds so confused, it makes you want to cry. Thereâs still a level of worry in his voice, and it adds to the fog that builds up in your brain.Â
You move your face just slightly up so that your eyes peek out from above your fingertips, your hands covering the rest of your face. Ghost reaches out both of his hands, and ever so gently removes your hands from your face, uncovering your red cheeks and your lipsâthe lower of which quivers, like youâre about to cry. He notices this quickly, and you can practically feel the level of his worry shoot up.Â
He doesnât say anything, instead just holding your hands in his for a moment, before he sets them down into your lap. He looks at you, concerned, and asks, âIs it hard to talk right now?âÂ
You nod. His gaze shifts to his computer, and then back to you.Â
âIâm gonna go look a few things up really quick, okay? Iâll just be right over there,â He nods over to the space behind his computer, âand Iâll be right back here in a few seconds.âÂ
You reluctantly nod again, and Ghost gets up from his seat. He grabs the back of the chair and drags it back around behind his desk, sitting down in it and powering on his monitor. It turns on almost immediately, much to his relief, and he goes to his browser and searches up a few things. You canât tell what heâs searching up, only hearing the clacking of keys and the occasional final click that indicates that heâs hit the enter button.Â
He stays there for maybe a minute or two. Itâs a long few minutes, and you can feel yourself slipping more and more the longer he stays at his computer. And the more you feel yourself slipping into that younger mindset, the more you start to crave Ghostâs attention.Â
The way his eyes are glued to his computer starts to irritate you. Youâre aware that heâs doing something important, he must be, because why would he be so intent on looking something up otherwise, but stillâyou manage to feel the tiniest bit jealous of the computer. You know youâre too far gone when you canât find it within yourself to realize that youâre jealous of a computer.Â
Your eyes linger on him and he must notice this because he looks up from the screen of his monitor and looks over at you. As if he can read your mind, he reassures you, âJust a few more seconds.âÂ
But you said you were gonna be back in a few seconds a few minutes ago.Â
You donât voice your thoughts. Instead, you nod, because God forbid you annoy Ghost with your need for attention now when heâs being so patient with you. He looks at you for another moment before going back to his computer and looking something else up, this time with a little more fervor.Â
Another few seconds pass and, true to his word this time, Ghost stops and gets up from his chair. He walks over to you, and your eyes follow him intently. He kneels down in front of you.
He looks hesitant to say something to you. Thatâs a first. That adds to the exponentially growing blob of fear that lives inside your mind, one of the only things thatâs still prominent in the fog that conquers your brain.Â
âAre youâŠâ You feel like you know what heâs gonna ask you. Youâre bracing yourself for the question, and he looks like heâs bracing himself just to ask it.Â
âHow, uh,â Heâs trying to find the right wording, and youâve never been able to relate to him harder than you do in this moment, âHow⊠do you feel right now? How old?âÂ
How old? You donât really like that question. As much as you like that youâre now getting attention, youâre starting to remember how little you actually enjoy this type of attention. The question is pretty vague, but at the same time so specific, and youâre almost ashamed to know exactly what the answer is. Or, at least, you would feel ashamed if there was room in your mind to feel so.Â
âYou said you feel small, right? Not like short small, just small?â He sounds more unsure of himself now, and you donât think you like seeing him so reluctant to say something, âI looked up what it means to feel like that. Took some time, but I got to some personâs⊠website, and the person who wrote it was talkinâ about feeling like that. Something about regression, feeling a little bit younger than usual?âÂ
Heâs being so awkward about it, and while you typically find his awkwardness funny, now itâs anything but that.Â
âUhm,â Your voice comes out as a mumble and you see Ghost perk up at it. You donât know what to say. For a moment, youâre silent again, before you get over your embarrassment for a quick two seconds and force yourself to say, âFour.âÂ
âFour?â Ghost asks, before quickly realizing, âRight. Four. You feel four?âÂ
You nod, and your hands instinctively start moving back up to cover your face. Ghost swiftly grabs them, keeping his grip gentle as he keeps them from reaching your face.Â
âHey, donât try to hide again,â He says, tone softening as he holds your hands, âeverythingâs fine, okay? Do youâ what, uhâ do you need me to do anything? Do you want me to leave you aloââ
âNo!â You quickly answer, a little surprised by your own volume, before you clear your throat and answer in a much more quiet voice, âDonât leave me alone.âÂ
âOkay, okay,â Ghostâs thumbs rub across the back of your hands, a soothing gesture that makes you the tiniest bit more relaxed, âwhat do you need?âÂ
You sniffle, and you can see an immediate look of panic cross Ghostâs eyes. You donât know how well he is with crying children, and donât want to impose such a situation on him, but you also canât stop the tears that begin to well up in the corners of your eyes.Â
âHey, donât cry,â He borderline begs, âeverythingâs gonna be okay, okay? Please do not cry. Take a deep breath.âÂ
You try to take a deep breath, you really do, but your breath just hitches and gets caught in your throat. It only makes you more distressed, adding to the urge you have to just disappear. Ghost notices your failed deep breathing and lets go of one of your hands, before taking the other and holding it to his chest.
You can just barely feel his heartbeat, his thick tactical vest and gear in the way of it, but you can still feel it. Ghost takes a deep breath, holding it for a second or two before slowly exhaling.Â
âYou copy me, okay?â He tells you, his words an order but his tone suggesting otherwise. He takes another deep breath, this time hoping youâll follow his lead, and you do.Â
You try to breathe with him, your hand on his chest helping, but your breath keeps getting caught in your throat. Ghost notices this, but continues his breathing anyway, hoping youâll catch on soon. You do, thankfullyâafter a few more attempted breaths, you finally manage one almost identical to Ghostâs. The next few after that go similarly, and thatâs when Ghost decides youâre alright to take your hand off of his chest.Â
âI need you to tell me what to do,â He says, keeping your hand in his hold, âor at least tell me how all of this works. I want to help you.â
 You really donât want to tell him what you need right now, but you also donât think you have a choice.Â
Wordlessly, you stand up from your seat, balance just slightly off-center before you quickly get your footing right. Ghost watches you, not moving, before you tug on his hand to try and urge him to get up as well. He obliges, getting up.Â
âWhatââ You interrupt him by taking another step forward and letting your head thump right into his chest, ignoring the itchy uncomfortable feeling of his vest against your face. You donât bother to wrap your arms around him to at least try and form some sort of hug, preferring to just smush yourself into him and hope for the best.Â
After a moment of stunned silence, he wraps his arms around you.Â
âYou mind if we move behind my desk so I can look up some more stuff on all of this?â He asks, voice quiet, âUnless you want to just tell me?âÂ
âDesk,â You simply mumble into his vest, making him nod.Â
âAlright, but youâre gonna have to stop hugging me for a second,â Ghost warns you. You reluctantly step away, and Ghost smiles softly down at you, bringing his hands away from your back and instead holding one of yours.Â
He leads you behind his desk, and lets go of your hand before sitting down in his chair. Pausing, he quickly realizes you have nowhere to sit, and thinks for a moment before getting back up. He drags his chair just slightly to the side and looks back at you.Â
âSit down,â He nods to the chair, âItâs only gonna be a minute or two, alright?âÂ
You nod, hesitantly moving to sit in the chair, not really liking how far away from Ghost it is. It's not that far, You try to rationalize, Iâm gonna be fine.Â
Ghost can see your hesitation and tries to work as quickly as he can, grateful that he didnât turn his computer off earlier, typing away on his keyboard. You donât care to see what heâs looking up, more focused on looking at the time on his monitor. 21:44. 21:45. The time ticks by and even though itâs only been a few seconds you already want Ghostâs attention again. His attention has actually turned into good attention, and thatâs the type of attention youâve been craving for the past week.Â
The clock reads 21:47 once Ghost is done, and he powers his monitor off this time, the small whirring the device makes dying down to a low hum before going completely silent. He turns to you, and somehow can sense that you need more attention.Â
âAm I not paying enough attention to you?â He teases you, making you conflicted on whether you should be annoyed by the teasing or happy youâre finally getting attention. As if he can read your mind, he chuckles, and kneels down to your level.Â
âIâm gonna give you as much attention as you need, alright?â He promises, âI just need you to stay in this room.âÂ
âÂ
Ghost watches you nod non-verbally, and it only adds to his softening expression.Â
Heâs always had a soft spot for kids. He knows that you arenât technically a kid, but that doesnât mean he doesnât still see you as one. Youâre young for someone in the military, much less someone in this 141, and now that heâs found out that youâre an age regressor, that youâre a littleâwell, that doesnât help how he sees you at all.Â
He thinks that maybe the reason he has such a soft spot for kids is a few encounters heâs had with them in the past. Heâs seen far too many in compromising positions while on missions; positions like being held hostage, being held as prisoner, or just generally being mistreated or even just living in bad conditions.Â
He looks at you, and he just sees another one of those kids.Â
He sees how you act around him. Heâs not stupid. When he talks to you, youâre actually engaged in the conversation, compared to when anyone else tries to talk to youâmaybe excluding Price, or Soap, or Gaz, heavy on that maybeâyouâre more likely than not brushing them off every chance you get. Youâre standoffish with everyone else, but with him, youâll always accept any conversation he initiates.Â
He can also see the way you look at him. Itâs like youâre looking at your idol, or your savior, the way you look up at him. He can see that curious glint in your eyes when he tells you about a recent mission, or when he tells you anything, really. He can see when you try to mimic how he holds his weapons, and when you try to copy his techniques.Â
He remembers catching you one day in the shooting range trying to mimic how he aims at the targetsâlooking through your scope with one eye closed, the other focused only on the dot centered on the scope, taking a deep breath in and out before shooting, and keeping the gun exactly like that even seconds after the shotâs been fired.Â
In fact, the copying has gone from guns to melee weapons recently. Ghost swings only his forearm when he uses a knife, thumb resting on the very end of the knifeâs handle, and entire arm stiff as he does. He does a slow windup when behind someone, a fast one on the off-chance that heâs in front, and buries the weapon to the hilt in whoeverâs flesh heâs penetrated. Heâs already seen you do the same on a recent mission. Not only that, but he caught you using a knife almost identical to his.Â
And now, youâre still looking at him like thatâexcept, different. Sort of like how a kid might look up to their parents.Â
âWhat do you feel like doing, kiddo?â He asks, hoping the pet name isnât too much.Â
From the way your eyes light up, he suspects it isn't.Â
âMmmâŠâ You hum, thinking for a moment, before requesting, âColoring?âÂ
âColoring, huh?â Ghost looks around for some blank paper and some sort of marker or pen thick enough to act as one, but can only find some highlighters. He turns to you, frowning, âSorry, but I donât think I have any paper, kid. Anything else you wanna do?â
You shake your head, and Ghost is just about ready to jump off of a bridge before you point to his arm and repeat, âColoring.âÂ
He looks at his arm for a second, confused, before he remembers a conversation the two of you had a month or so ago.Â
âIf you ever wanna get tattoos, I know a guy in Brighton,â Ghost said, reclining his chair back so that he can lay down in it. You were sitting across from him in front of his desk, fiddling with one of his pens.Â
âGood to know,â You hummed, âYou have any tattoos?âÂ
âYeah,â You perked up at his admission, and he sat up for a second to roll up the sleeve of his shirt. He wasnât wearing his usual gear, only one of those standard issue army-green shirts.Â
âHere,â He pointed to a large tattoo covering his whole arm like a sleeve, a few designs you could point out to yourself being a skull, a few Roman numerals, and some kind of scythe.Â
âVery emo,â You commented, making Ghost snort, âI like it.âÂ
âIâm glad,â He rolled his sleeve back down.Â
Thereâs a lot of blank space in the tattoo, despite it being a sleeve, and he can already tell that you mean you want to color in that space. He thinks about it for a moment, a fleeting thought of is that even safe? crossing his mind before he ultimately decides that he doesnât care and would rather kill himself than see you disappointed because he denied your request, his own health be damned.Â
âAlright,â He hums, grabbing a few highlighters from a mesh cup on his desk in the colors pink, yellow, and blue, âGo for it.âÂ
You give him a small smile and if he cared about if heâd get ink poisoning two seconds ago, he sure as hell doesnât care now. You gingerly grab the highlighters from his hand, your grabbing not too secure and sort of clumsy but secure enough that the markers stay in your hand.
You hold them with both hands, and it makes Ghost realize how small your hands areâsure, you could hold the highlighters with one hand, but heâs glad you arenât because now he can admire just how small you are as a whole.Â
You set the yellow and blue down on his desk, making sure they donât roll off for a moment before uncapping the pink and hesitantly holding out a hand for Ghostâs arm. He rolls up his sleeve and obediently holds out his arm for you, watching curiously as you press the cold tip of the highlighter to his skin. Youâre starting by coloring in the skull a neon pink, much to his amusement, and youâre starting in the dead center of its forehead.Â
Youâre so much more quiet than you usually are when youâre little, and youâre so much more hesitant, it makes Ghost want to just wrap you in a blanket and keep you safe and in his sight forever.Â
Your tongue slightly pokes out from between your lips as you concentrate on coloring in Ghostâs tattoo, making him grin beneath his mask. The ink of the highlighter doesnât stay within the black bounds of his tattoos at all, but he doesnât care one bit, and he doesnât think you care either. You finish up the skull quickly, and move onto the scythe thatâs right next to it, this time capping the pink highlighter and grabbing the yellow.Â
Ghost is pretty sure this is gonna stain his skin for a day or two, but he couldnât care less.
He canât help but notice how much more relaxed you look in your regressed state. More at peace, he should say. Thereâs no longer a hunch in your shoulders, your eyes arenât twitching from your headache, and youâre not bouncing your leg like you usually do when youâre sitting down somewhere. Itâs like any anxieties you had pre-regression had evaporated, like slipping into a younger mentality had taken away most of your worries, if not all of them.Â
He also canât help but wish he could see you like this more often. Not necessarily the regressed part, but the relaxed part. Well, maybe the regressed part too. Youâre being such a sweetheart right now, he doesnât think heâll be able to live through this experience.Â
âYou having fun there, darling?â Ghost asks, his grin evident in his voice. The corners of your lips quirk up at the pet name and you nod silently, and now Ghost is starting to think youâre actually trying to kill him. Youâre being so uncharacteristically shy, and youâre being so quiet, and youâre just being so sweet.Â
It seems youâve moved onto the blue highlighter now, coloring in the last bit of his tattoo. He doesnât think heâll ever wash it offâor, at least, he wouldnât if he had a choice. He knows that he has to shower sometime soon, but surely he can put that off for a bit, right?
Once youâre finished with your coloring, you cap the highlighter, and set it down next to the others youâve discarded. You turn Ghostâs arm the tiniest bit towards him so that he can see your work better.Â
ââs it good?â You ask quietly, watching intently for Ghostâs reaction. He looks over your coloring job and hums approvingly.Â
âItâs amazing, I love it,â He assures you, smiling down softly at you, âYou did great.âÂ
You seem to preen at the praise, and you take your hand off of Ghostâs arm, moving to put in your lap. Youâre keeping yourself very contained, Ghost notices, Why?Â
Heâs snapped out of his thoughts when he hears you yawn, and you quickly move to cover your mouth as you do. Heâs reminded that itâs almost twenty-two hundred, and while that usually wouldnât be an issue for him, itâs an issue for you. You originally came to the 141 as someone who had a sleep schedule almost as fucked up at Ghostâs, but soon developed a habit of going to sleep somewhat early considering the training you had in the morning. So, now you get tired anywhere from eighteen-hundred to twenty-one hundred. After that, your only goal is to find somewhere to sleep.Â
âSleepy?â You nod tiredly, making Ghost coo, Ghost, the man who quite literally haunts some peopleâs nightmares, coos at you, âAw, of course you are, sweetheart. Pretty sure itâs way past your bedtime by now.âÂ
âNuh uh,â You deny, making Ghost chuckle.Â
ââNuh uhâ?â He asks, amused, âWhat dâyou mean ânuh uhâ?âÂ
âNo bâdtime,â You shortly elaborate.Â
âOhhh, okay,â Ghost feigns realization, âYou think youâre too big for a bedtime, huh?âÂ
âMhm. Way too big.â
âI dunno about âwayâ too big,â Ghost hums, checking to see if the highlighter on his arm has dried before he pulls his sleeve back down. âYou seem pretty little to me.âÂ
âNo,â You whine, dragging out the âoâ, âNot lilâ.âÂ
âHmm⊠you sure, kiddo?â Ghost asks, âSo if I ask you if you need to go to bed, youâre gonna say ânoâ?âÂ
That makes you hesitate, and Ghost almost thinks heâs won, before your own pettiness wins and you nod affirmatively. He raises an eyebrow at you.Â
âAlright, well, youâve gotta sleep at some point,â He says, crossing his arms as he leans back in his chair.Â
You think this over for a second, and he watches as you look over him for a moment before looking down at his lap, then looking back up at him. He can already tell thereâs some sort of plan forming in your mind. Wordlessly, you get up, and Ghost does nothing to stop you as you decide to just plop yourself down into his lap. You straddle his thighs, moving until youâre sitting comfortably on him, and then let yourself slump forward so that your face is resting in the crook of his neck. It takes him a moment to process what just happened, before he laughs lightly and wraps both of his arms around you to keep you in place.Â
âOh, okay,â He grins, resting his chin on your shoulder, âyou just wanna cuddle with me until you fall asleep? Is that what this is?âÂ
He feels you nod against his neck, and his grin grows as he rubs one hand against your back, trying to soothe you to sleep. He doesnât say anything else, not wanting to distract you from your attempts to sleep anymore, simply letting you stay slumped against him. Your breathing wasnât too fast-paced to begin with, but as you relax even more in his arms, he can feel your breathing even out.Â
Youâre falling asleep fairly quickly, and the only complaint he has is that he didnât get to spend nearly as much time as he wanted to with you while you were awake and regressed.Â
Once heâs sure youâre barely awake, he murmurs, âYouâre such a sweetheart, you know that?âÂ
âÂ
You donât know how long itâs been since you fell asleep, but youâre woken up by the slight rustling of clothes, and then you feel yourself moving up.Â
Your mind still feels foggy and you can tell youâre still somewhat in that younger mindset of yours, but now youâre significantly less bothered by it than you were before. Youâre awake enough to be aware of whatâs happening, always having been a light-sleeper, but not awake enough to know exactly whatâs happening. You donât dare open your eyes, and try to keep your breathing evenâthough that isnât much of a challenge.Â
That headache that had been building up earlier has fully disappeared, thank God, and you no longer feel the tension in your shoulder that youâd been unconsciously carrying.Â
You can sort of feel someoneâs arms snaked under your back, and you know that youâre being moved somewhere. Quickly, you remember that itâs Ghost carrying you, and that you had fallen asleep on him, much to your embarrassment. Or, at least, it would be much to your embarrassment if you had the mental capacity to feel embarrassed about that right now. But you feel so comfy and so safe that it really doesnât matter to you right now.Â
You can hear the clicking of Ghostâs boots against the concrete floors of the hallway, and heâs carrying you off somewhere; you imagine that somewhere to be your sleeping quarters. Heâs walking pretty fast, not hurriedly but still at a somewhat fast pace.Â
Soon, he reaches a stopping point where he has to awkwardly put one leg up to support your back on his thigh as he quickly reaches one arm out to turn the knob of the door to your sleeping quarters and pulls that arm right back to support your back again. He sighs as he puts his foot back down, kicking open the door and walking in.Â
Heâs quick to reach your bed, and he pauses as he considers what to do. You can practically hear him thinking, wondering how heâs gonna get you under the covers while heâs still carrying you, and for a second you think about showing him youâre awake so that things are easier for him before he sets you down on the bed.Â
He pulls the covers up and stops when he reaches the part your body covers, and picks you back up, before dropping you right back off where the blankets have been pulled away. He pulls the covers back over you.Â
After a few moments, you think heâs left the room, before you hear the rustling of fabric and feel him leaning down. He gently presses his lips to your forehead and pulls away after a second or two, before quietly mumbling, âNight, kiddo.â
He stays there for a moment before you hear his footsteps leave the room, and then the door clicking shut behind him as he leaves the room entirely.Â
Youâre quick to fall asleep after that.
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i will only draw happy things because 2.1 destroyed me
#Confide in me. u can trust me#I will draw no angst. we dont need to be sadder than we already are â ïžâ ïžâ ïž#â
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I LOVE IT WHEN PEOPLE DRAW HANCOCK WITH EARRINGS AND A BIT OF A TUMMY LIKE HSBDDBSBNSNSJSSNSNSN GIVE ME MOREEEEE IT MAKES SO MUCH SENSE
LIKE JUST LOOK AT HIM GOD DAMNIT IT MAKES SO MUCH FUCKING SENSE
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