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goldenlikedayl1ght · 1 year ago

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taking what's not yours - f. castle & m. murdock

a/n: ALRIGHT ITS FINALLY DONE uhhh sorry this has no smut i was just goofing and wanted to write something cute with our two favorites and you guys seemed to really want this one so! i have no regrets actually! im gonna go take a nap now warnings: polyamorous relationships, frank has nightmares, reader is autistic, reader has an oral fixation/biting problem, nosebleeds/blood, crying, cursing, lots of cute nicknames, talks of death, some sexual comments, lots of kissing and fluff word count: 3.2k comments and feedback are always appreciated <3 summary: a week in the life of a relationship with frank castle and matt murdock, your two favorite vigilantes. pairing: frank castle x autistic!gn!reader x matt murdock now playing: taking what's not yours - tv girl "you know where to find me/and i know where to look"

Soft country music from before country music as a genre went modern and became what it is today plays from the radio Frank insists on keeping on while he cooks dinner. His flannel is tight around his chest and the sleeves are rolled up as he brings a spoon to his mouth, tasting the sauce he’s been preparing for the past few hours. He adds more pepper.

The door opens from across the apartment, and all he hears is, “Frank! Tell Matt to stop being mean to me!” You and Matt make your way through the apartment after taking off your shoes and coats, Matt loosening his tie as he follows you into the kitchen. Frank turns when you step into the kitchen, immediately moving over to him and finding your place in the crook of his arm.

“Red bein’ mean to you, honey?” Frank asks as he kisses the top of your head, grinning at Matt as he huffs, standing with his hands on his hips.

“Yeah, it doesn’t matter if it’s handsome if he’s so mean, does it?” You ask.

“No, it doesn’t,” He grins, and you stick your tongue out to Matt playfully, and he mimics you before going over to Frank and pressing a soft kiss to his lips.

“Hi.” The lawyer hums, happy to be back home with his two favorite people.

“Hi.” Frank grins, unsure of how serious you are about Matt being mean to him. “What’s going on, why are you being mean?” Matt raises an eyebrow at you, unhappy with your running to Frank.

“Can’t just run to daddy to fix your problems, pup.” He accuses, and you scoff. His words are playful, but your face is red at the call out.

“You know what, Murdock—”

“Hey! Will someone please tell me what’s going on?” Frank cuts in, and Matt tilts his head in your direction, and you quietly plead for Matt not to tell on you, and--

“They bit me.” Frank sighs at his words.

“I was being affectionate!” You immediately go into defense mode, ducking out of Frank’s arm, trying to casually walk off from the pair towards the fridge, only for Matt to grab your arm, pulling you between the two men, your back against Frank’s chest, face to face with Matt.

“You cannot bite people, pup.” Matt says, and you frown.

“I like biting people—”

“That’s a problem!” Frank’s words attempt to be serious, but they’re coated by a soft laugh as his hands, rough from a long day of working blue collar, rub up and down your arms.

“See? You’re getting Frank to agree with me, do you know how hard that is to do?” Matt hums, and you tilt your head.

“What? You love Frank, it’s actually kind of gross—”

“It is gross isn’t it?” Matt asks teasingly, leaning up to kiss Frank again. You roll your eyes at the fact that you’re being reprimanded by your boyfriends, sandwiched between them, forced to deal with the consequences of your actions. “But I’m being serious, okay?”

“Matty,” Your head leans back against Frank’s chest, “I don’t bite anyone who isn’t you or Frank..”

Alright, let’s level with each other—Frank and Matt are well aware of the fact that you’re neurodivergent. You get overstimulated with loud, crowded situations very easily, you struggle to understand jokes a lot, and you once told them that in middle school, you became so hyper fixated on waffles to the point where you ate them for breakfast and lunch most days, practically begging your mom to let you have it for dinner most nights (She let you have them once a month) and then, after fourteenth months, you stopped. You have not been able to eat a waffle since.

The point is the two men you’re sandwiched between are no strangers to your neurodivergence. They know it’s stimulating in the best way to chew or suck on something, your oral fixation coming back with a vengeance after you tried to repress it for so long. You chew on everything. You chew on the strands of your hoodies, you chew on your sleeves, you chew on ice, gum, you chew on your boyfriends, and you chew on your cheeks to the point where you draw blood, which always gets Matt to scold you, because he can smell the coppery blood from his place across the room, and immediately tells Frank.

Matt Murdock is a little tattletale.

“We’ll figure it out, okay?” Frank hums, resting his chin on your shoulder. “We’ll get you something to chew on—”

“What, like a chew toy? That’s embarrassing,” you groan, and Matt just laughs a bit, leaning in to oppress a kiss to the shoulder that Frank is not leaning on.

“Then stop biting, pup.”

You pause, contemplating the options you have. Fix your biting issue or have Matt and Frank fix it for you. Honestly, you don’t think you have the neurotypical willpower to fix this problem, so you go,

“Okay, fine. You guys have my permission to do what you want to fix it.” You huff. Frank presses a kiss to your cheek while Matt presses a kiss to the other. You feel the smirks against your skin, and you realize what’s happening before you can run, “Wait, no, I swear to god—” Matt picks up your legs with ease as Frank secures his arms around your torso, the pair beginning to carry you to the couch. You groan as they throw you onto the leather couch, landing with a huff. “You’re both awful.”

Matt leans down and bites your shoulder.

“Doesn’t feel good, does it?”

“Jokes on you, Daredevil, I’m into that—” You feel Frank sink his teeth into your arm.

“Wrong answer.” Matt responds for him.

Later that night, after dinner, you’re laying against Matt, your legs resting in Frank’s lap. You’re listening to music, and the environment is very relaxed, none of you are particularly on edge. Matt’s fingers are resting in your mouth. You relax like this a lot, just sucking his fingers gently. You’re absentmindedly just sucking on his fingers when you bite down on them—It’s not an accident, and Matt would call you out on it if you lied.

So when you bite down, not entirely consciously, he huffs, “With the biting, baby, come on,” he softly condemns, and remembering your deal, Frank gets up with a sigh, patting your leg before he got up and headed to the kitchen. You’re confused for a second before Matt’s nose twitches with recognition, so he grabs your shoulder and pulls you close, his hand finding your cheeks and squeezing your mouth so that it’s in an ‘o’ shape.

Frank approaches you with a spoon and a jar of peanut butter, and your eyebrows are furrowed in confusion, and the rest of your features are squished by Matt’s hands. Frank scoops a big wad of peanut butter onto the spoon before sticking it in your mouth. You’re confused, as Matt’s hand leaves your face, as you begin munching on the peanut butter.

You take a while to eat the peanut butter, quietly enjoying the taste while enjoying how long you’re keeping yourself busy, since it’s taking a long time to work down the peanut butter due to how sticky it is in the roof of your mouth. When you’re done licking and enjoying the taste of the peanut butter, you look to Frank.

“What was that for?”

“Well, it kept you busy from biting, didn’t it?” He grinned. Your face is flushed as you hand him the spoon.

“Can I have some more?”

Frank chuckles and kisses you quick.

“Sure, honey.”

A few nights later, Frank sits on the couch of the apartment, the windows open wide as he listens to the howling wind outside. He’s waiting. Waiting for what, he doesn’t know. His skin is still hot, trying to relax after waking up from a nightmare. It’s always the same. Maria and his children, always dying in his arms. Always sitting at the kitchen table, always with you and Matt, always dead.

The chill that comes in from the window is enough to make him feel alive through as he quietly waits for Matt to get back. He’s in an old tee shirt and sweatpants, flicking his lighter on and off in the quiet as he tries to focus on something that isn’t the idea of the pair of you dead, dead like his wife, dead like his kids, dead dead dead—

“Frank? What are you doing up?” Matt’s soft voice echoes through the apartment, and his head tilts softly. He goes over to the couch, still in his full Daredevil suit. Frank stands up and goes over to him by the window, pulling off his cowl just to look at his face. His hand lands gently on Matt’s face, his thumb rubbing gently on the scars that surround Matt’s eyes.

“Couldn’t sleep.” Matt catches the lie and does not call him out.

“Do you wanna talk about it?” Frank’s jaw hardens, and even though Matt cannot see, he avoids his gaze. And in a moment of pure vulnerability, he wraps his arms around Matt, holding him close. Matt’s hand gently runs up and down his spine, trying to comfort him. After a few moments of quiet, he asks, “Do you want me to wake them up?” You were always better at making people feel better than Matt was—Especially Frank.

“Nah.. No point..” He says quietly. After a few more minutes of quiet, he feels another pair of arms wrap around him from behind, your chest against his back. You press soft kisses onto the back of his shoulders.

“Too late.” Matt hums. You’re wearing an old tee shirt of Frank’s, a pair of boxers you bought for yourself and a pair of Matt’s fuzzy socks. You stay there for a little while, sleepily hugging Frank, comforting him. Your eyes grow heavy, and slowly, you fall asleep against him, just for a moment. Then, Frank picks you up, and you wake up again, tired.

“What? What’s going on?” You ask him, and he just smiles down to you.

“We’re gonna go to bed while Red showers, and he’ll be right back.” He tells you, gently placing you on the bed. You yawn as Frank crawls into bed, and you find yourself on top of him, your legs tangled with his. You listen to Matt shower and fall asleep waiting for him to come join you.

He comes back out with his hair wet, in just his sweatpants. He tucks himself into bed, his arms around Frank, as you sprawl out on top of them, desperately needing to be close to both. Frank is nowhere near tired. Matt knows that, and just gently kisses his hair and the back of his neck.

“You need sleep.”

“You ain’t the boss of me, red.” He grumbles, and you hush them harshly, causing them to both laugh a little bit. Matt slowly falls asleep, trying to stay awake to comfort Frank, but he’s spent his entire night beating the shit out of goons and criminals, so he’s absolutely spent. Frank tilts his head and presses another kiss to his lips. “Go to bed, I’ll be okay.” Matt wants to protest but he just buries his face in the crook of his neck.

Frank’s hands gently trail your torso a bit. His hands are rough and sort of cold, but they just explore your back as he attempts to find sleep. It’s a fruitless venture, but he doesn’t mind. He’s okay with just listening to the pair of you breathing.

“Are you two wearing my flannels?” Frank has about seven flannels, and he has four in the wash and one that has a tear waiting to be fixed, so he’s looking for his spare two when he finds you painting Matt’s nails on the floor of the apartment. You’re painting Matt’s nails a nice shade of dark red, with little hearts in a lighter pink.

That had taken a lot of convincing, really, but once you had agreed not to bite him all day, he reluctantly agrees to let you paint his nails, desperately wanting to be good at something and be focused on one thing for more than twenty minutes.

Periodically, Matt’s foot will tap against your back, reminding you to adjust your posture as you work on your masterpiece. He just got done with a big court case, so he tells you he’ll maintain your artwork for at least a few days. But yeah, you two are most definitely wearing Frank’s last two flannels.

“They’re comfy,” You defend, focusing on your work. Matt’s foot taps against your tailbone to remind you to straighten your back.

Really, Frank doesn’t mind. But he enjoys fucking with the two of you, so he just smirks and sits behind the pair of you. ‘

“But they’re my clothes—”

“Well, you should have thought about that before you left them out, Frank.” Matt smirks, knowing exactly what he’s up to.

“Besides, look how good Matt looks in your clothes!” You hum, leaning over to nudge him gently, a grin on your face. You finish up Matt’s nails, capping up the nail polish as Matt begins gently blowing in his nails to get them to dry faster. Then, you wipe your nose, thinking it’s running, and when you pull away, you see a swipe of blood on Frank’s warm flannel. Oh, fuck.

With his slightly wet nails, Matt’s movements are not nearly as quick as he would have liked as he smells the blood before the gushing really starts, ripping off a paper towel and quickly holding it under your nose, and you take it from him to hold it there as he stands up, going to get something softer like a tissue or toilet paper to pack your nose—

You hold the paper towel to your nose, and guilt already starts to eat at you, as hot tears fill your eyes and then you feel silly because you think Frank might think you’re overreacting, but you just find his hands on your shoulders as he says,

“Hey, hey, why are we crying?” And you feel even sillier.

“I ruined your flannel.”

Frank had been covered in blood more times than he could count, as has Matt—their bodies are riddled with scars, head to toe, bullet and stab wounds echoing over the rough skin of both men, mostly faded now, but Frank is no stranger to blood—It doesn’t even bother him anymore, and Matt can’t see anyways, so what does he care about the sight of blood?

But you, who cannot kill the bugs that find their ways into your apartment, who gasps and covers their mouth when you accidentally curse in church (Matt always laughs, the dick), who orders the same lunch every day and has been unable to drink anything that wasn’t ice water, are horrified at a swipe of blood on a stolen flannel.

“Oh, no, honey, you didn’t ruin anything,” He shakes his head, and gently tugs at the flannel that hangs on your arms, “Come on, let me get this off,” The Punisher’s voice is gentle, a type of gentle reserved just for you, one that the countless skeletons in his closet, all with a bullet in their skulls, do not know and could not possibly perceive. You allow him to slip the flannel off, as Matt comes back with a rolled-up tissue, before sitting in front of you, kneeling as if he’s at mass—

“Lean your head forward for me,” he asks, his hand on the side of your head, and you do, taking the paper towel away, just for Matt to gently push that bundled up piece of tissue into your nose, to get it to stop bleeding.

Your boys, they are experts at getting things to stop bleeding.

At least Matt’s nails look really nice.

Frank throws the flannel in the wash, along with the rest of your laundry, and you find yourself sandwiched between them, the perfect amount of squeezing happening on either side of you, the same affect a weighted blanket would have on you. Your hot tears roll still, quietly betraying you, as the pads of Frank’s rough fingers come up to wipe them away, and Matt’s thumb finds it’s place sitting between your lips.

You sit like this for a while—Frank pressed up against you, Matt in his flannel and you, gushing blood from your nose, packed tight with tissues, and Matt’s thumb as your favorite stim toy.

A few days later, you’re just decompressing from work—Your bones ache, and you’re waiting for Matt to get home, wanting to satisfy that oral fixation, as if it’s the worst craving you’ve ever had. Sensing your restlessness, Frank puts a small package in front of you. You raise your eyebrow, and look at him, skeptical.

“Is it a bomb?” He scoffs and chuckles a bit.

“Open the damn package.” His voice is laced with the smirk that sits on his face, not mad, not upset, not at all judging. Your fingers peel back the packaging, and when you’re done unwrapping, you’re left with a soft necklace, and a blue, rubber moon. You look to him curiously. “It’s uh,” he leans down so his forearms are keeping him up against the counter. “You chew on it. You’re not gonna stop bitin’ or sucking on stuff, so, you might as well bite something that isn’t human.” He tells you.

In truth, Frank had spent all damn day scrolling on your laptop, looking for the perfect fix to your problem, and grew frustrated when he realized that all the stim toys were marketed towards young boys who had the privilege of getting a diagnosis young (living with and loving two people with disabilities, as well as having horrible PTSD, has radicalized Frank Castle).

You grin when you hear his explanation, getting up and going to him, resting your hands on his shoulders before leaning up and kissing him softly.

“I love you.”

“I love you, too, Honey.”

From across the apartment, you hear the door open, and a voice calls out,

“Are you guys cheating on me? You know I can hear you across the apartment, right?” Matt’s voice calls out, and you laugh, as Frank just smiles.

“Yes, I can, Red,” He says back, before leaning in to kiss you again.

Your eyes are heavy with sleep as you spot Matt, laying across the couch, looking like a god damn renaissance painting. He’s so hot. You find yourself walking over to him, dropping your new necklace on the coffee table, as you climb on top of him, finding yourself literally acting like a blanket, burying your face in his neck as his hand comes up to, like usual, let you gently suck on his fingers.

Frank rolls his eyes when he sees the pair of you cuddling, and just shakes his head when he sees the stim toy abandoned on the table. He takes out his phone and takes a picture of the pair of you, Matt just in his briefs, and you in your entire pajama ensemble.

The apartment is full of a gentle silence, as Frank watches the pair of you sleep, quietly thankful that he kept living.

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urautismdiagnosis-wistie · 17 days ago

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Ramble about when dashi first joined the octonauts and some kwazii because I'm biased okay- AKA DASHI IS AUTISTIC TO ME

(Also I used ur screenshots @hers-underwraps 👉👈 uhhhh hope ur school stuff went well

(I think itd be a really cool thing if she was really nervous when she first joined but gained confidence and a sense of belonging after a bit)

she was lowkey kinda anxious in general when she first joined (esp in my au since she sorta ran away from home to become an octonaut but like she was an adult so does it rlly count)

Anyways, she was like yes I can do this job but I also wanna like show how passionate and serious I am but ALSO I wanna be friends 🥺👉👈

she tried to do the thing where u act a little playful so that you can, you know! Remove any awkwardness and make some gateways into conversations and getting to know people- especially since most of the crew kinda already knew eachother (other than peso he was new as well)

I'm gonna cut to the chase and just say she didn't realize that cats wagging their tails was a sign of annoyance and not happiness 💀👍 cuz like dogs are like oh! To make a friend i must show we may have fun together! So like she was tryna look all friendly with a wagging tail and lil jumps n sht and kwazii was like 💀 yo why is she being so passive aggressive thoooooo .... also dang girl personal space 💀

like kwazii WAS tryna be welcoming and yapped a bunch, and even helped her navigate the octopod since kwazii had a hard with that at first-

but like bro wasn't prepared to get playfully punched by someone he didn't know that well 😩 (she was doing that thing where u overcompensate friendliness when ur nervous 💀🙏 and also dogs playfight alot sooo).

or her joking about getting to the good food first cuz imma be so real there's no way kwazii isn't like a little territorial about food (being stranded on an island trauma) like hes totally willing to share but do NOT suggest ur gonna TAKE his food under any circumstances even if ur playfully joking 😩

She took the initial friendless and then tried to return it in a playful way.. only for it to backfire 😔

Anyways she (AUTISM) did NOT catch that...she was like OMG im doing such a GREAT job. And kwazii was like. ..Too polite to say anything cuz he tried subtly hinting he didn't like certain stuff but, but ur honor shes autistic she ain't picking up on anything 💀👍 and then she was like 🥺 👉👈 why is he avoiding me????????????????

His pupils are big and happy and his tail is wagging so why doesn't wanna play ping pong with me anymore 🥺🥺🥺 maybe I should do more little hops to show how excited I am to be here, surely it shant be perceived negatively by a cat 🙏 (its bad in cat body language 😩😔)

anyways she totally wasn't sulking in the library when professor inkling noticed her and asked her to help her organize some of his books. Then he disappeared and she was like 🤡 well I SURE HOPE I DIDNT MESS UP AGAIN hahaha better at least finish doing the books-

Then he returned and was like 🥰🥰🥰 ah! Thank you dashi! You seem to have done quite a splendid job, sorry I took a moment to return! You see I had gotten rather distracted, you see i found some extra copies of some books! Hmmm... oh! You know, perhaps you'd enjoy them, I insist you take them! You did mention feeling as though your room was a bit empty after all, dear 🥰

And then he basically (politely) shoved her out the library and when she got back to her room she just found like 3 manuals on reading other species body language. Peso admitted that he found the same book randomly appear in his medical bag. Perhaps.... even a few other octonauts had received the book as well... (lol they all did, kwaziis adhd *ss just forgot it existed 💀)

Dw tho, it all turned out fine. Dashi had heard that kwazii was in the kitchen and went to apologize but then found him trying (and failing) to make cupcakes for her 😭😭😭 cuz he thought he wasn't bein a good matie 😔 they laughed it off tho <3

#octonauts #my art #Doodle #Yap post #Octo headcanons #Misty memories au #Characterization #Dashi dog #Octonauts dashi #Octonauts kwazii #Kwazii cat

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mapledkanata · 1 year ago

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Overdue Skwisgaar sketches + design notes/hcs! Finally got around to redrawing my fave

+ Skwisgaar has joined the dance floor..... I do think there has been some missed potential for Skwis, Toki and Pickles collective dynamics/interactions. More Skwis and Pickles bein buddies pleas..,,,,.

Some extra Skwis notes and Skwis HCs below the cut for anyone who may be interested:

Design notes!

Slightly darker blue eyes; captures light easily when he's happy!

For eye shapes I thought about Mads Mikkelsen and Magnús Scheving as references! They both have particular facial structures I also thought about in drawing Skwis

Because of his stronger features and pallor, sometimes shadow falls harshly along his features. I find I have to be very careful when rendering his colours and keep his softness

In terms of shape language, Skwisgaar is definitely more like unconventional rectangles than he is triangles!

Decided to give the front peaks of his hair a little more volume

Rather large in proportion but his lean stature makes him unassuming standing alone

HCs!

6'4"-6'5" tall me thinks!

Autistic

He definitely maintains himself and his appearance, but doesn't really have an extensive routine.

Might comb his hair a bit at the front, showers often, is dressed in the morning etc

He also likes to keep his room organized in a particular way; along with his room reflecting a Swedish Modernist style it's incredibly minimalist!

Despite his aloofness, he can be very attentive to the ones he cares for; in other words he's definitely paying attention even when he doesn't seem like he is

He often seen staring past the wall when he's in his own head

He is so borzoi dog.......... often gives intense whale eye to people..

He is a bit of a goober but no one understands his humour 😔

I definitely think he articulates himself better speaking Swedish and has a lot of depth to offer; conversely, he struggles w/ verbally articulating his thoughts and can be generally awkward in a lot of circumstances outside of his reign of interests

Is actually a very grounded individual in terms of his outlook on life, while he often responds very dramatically, emotionally or intensely to certain things (he is so silly!)

So very desperately wants to feel seen and loved for who he is

#metalocalypse fanart #metalocalypse #mtl #mtl fanart #skwisgaar skwigelf #toki wartooth #pickles the drummer #skwisgaar fanart #skwisgaar headcanons #mtl headcanons

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ncity-agere · 2 months ago

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Enhypen littles one shot please٩(◕‿◕｡)۶

okay so, this was an entire one-shot draft that i accidentally deleted the first time and it ruined all motivation i had to write this, so i apologize if it’s not as good. i went with headcannons instead, I’m sorry dear! it was better the first time, I’m so upset but i hope you enjoy :(

what little!enhypen are like:

Heeseung: Regresses to around the age of 6. He’s fairly independent and likes doing goofy things to cheer you up because he doesn’t like seeing others upset. Seriously, he dislikes seeing others sad while he’s in his headspace, it ruins the whole thing for him. Don’t ask how, I’m not sure.

This kiddo is very “look-what-I-can-do!”, Heeseung likes to show off his drawing/writing skills and talents to you and loves when you put his drawings up on the refrigerator! A creative and kind baby, through and through. He’s very proud of himself, as he should be!

Jay: I can’t see Jay regressing to little space, I think he’s more of a middle. He’s not beating the old man allegations; Jay regresses to maybe 10-12, no younger than that. He’s a moody preteen who gets crushes on people and plays video games and gets a bit of an attitude when you ask him to clean his room, but is otherwise very considerate of others and understands empathy better than a lot of the younger littles.

He sometimes forgets big words and stutters a bit, but he talks without many speech quirks or a babyish, high tone. I can’t see him wanting a caregiver at all, but I can see him being okay with a babysitter from time to time.

Jake: Puppy energy! Like, the sweetest boy you’ll ever meet, really. All those frat bro tendencies and dumb-dumb energy goes away and what’s left is the shyest little guy around. He helps around the house and follows you around, too, like he’s lost.

Jake pouts a lot when you leave him alone for too long because why are you leaving? Can Jakey go with? Are you gonna leave Jakey forever? No? Okay! :D

The only thing about Jake that’s worrying is that he’s a little too agreeable and struggles to make decisions for himself. He’s a lil’ golden retriever but sometimes he just goes with the flow and ignored what he wants because he doesn’t like conflict.

“Okay, Jakey! Do you want vanilla ice cream or chocolate?” You ask softly, stopping in front of the ice cream parlor’s door.

Jake looks at you shyly and then down to the ground, digging his sneaker into the concrete. “I dunno…you can choose.” He mutters unconfidently.

You scoff and hold his hands, looking him in the eyes. “Jakey, it’s your treat, dear. I want you to choose, puppy. Not me.”

Jake is quiet for a moment as you run your fingers over his knuckles soothingly. He looks at you again and nods, more sure of himself. “Mm… okay. Wan’ choco.” He affirms, and the two of you enter the shop with wide smiles.

Sunghoon: Quiet, but what else is new? Sunghoon likes being in quiet environments, and likes imitating you and the things you do. It’s like a game to him, his brain somewhere between 2-4.

(I lowkey think he might be on the spectrum, as an autistic engene, okay?) He likes being little because when he’s little, he isn’t judged for stimming or being offputting. He can just sit in silence or fidget or mimic your movements and noises without another member teasing him or riling him up. It’s so peaceful for you both.

Sunoo: This little is… surprisingly quiet, actually. He regresses to infancy and doesn’t say much, only wanting to wriggle around, crawl, eat, and babble. He’s regressing into full baby space, please be patient with him. He’s literally just a baby, don’t be mean!

When provoked or teased, Sunoo hits. And that’s not good, so you’ve gotta gently scold him to break the habit. He’s just a baby, so it’ll take a while -but it’s not impossible. Things get better.

Jungwon: Independent, despite having the headspace of a kindergartner. A little bit too independent because he’s used to taking care of others and has to warm up to the idea of being taken care of. It’s very new to him, okay?

Dutiful little guy, Jungwon helps around the house so much and does his chores so well that you have to remind him that you’re the caregiver and he’s the little and you’re supposed to be taking care of him. He’s so used to having all of the responsibility, what a sweet boy.

Ni-ki: A handful, I’ll tell you that. Little Riki is in his terrible twos and it shows. He is very clingy and likes attention, but can sometimes clash with others. This whole thing is a coping mechanism and strictly a coping mechanism for Riki -not very fun for him. He involuntarily regresses and he honestly doesn’t like it much because he feels like he’s not in control of himself. It’s a little scary for him :(

He doesn’t play well with other little ones. He doesn’t like to share and isn’t very agreeable, but that’s okay. Not all littles are as sweet as pie and sometimes age regression can get ugly.

With a little bit of patience, gentle scolding, and guidance, Riki can learn to share his toys and be kind to others, though. It just takes a bit of practice and adopting healthy ways to express himself… that’s what little space is all about.

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