#how to make a sensory friendly room

[my-autism-adhd-blog]

Tips for Creating Sensory Friendly Environments

Mrs Speechie p

[ironspidersblog]

Peter, overstimulated: MY SPIDER SENSES ARE PISSING ME OFF AND IM GONNA MAKE IT EVERYONES PROBLEM

Tony, trying to figure out how to make the perfect sensory friendly room in five seconds: Pete-

Steve, trying to not say language so hard: young man I-

Bucky, also overstimulated: lol yeah

[solrabi]

This is part 2 of the arranged marriage AU with Nanami where the two of you struggle with intimacy.

You both learn to cuddle in this one. This is a bit long so grab some snacks and a warm blanket.

Masterlist

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After that fateful night of receiving flowers from your husband (personally and not through his family for a proposal), you had start warming up to him. You found out that he enjoyed mundane things like reading, walking at the beach, and most of all, bread. He learned about a lot of your likes and dislikes too.

Gradually, you found that it was easier to make conversation with him while having dinner so the two of you started having all your meals together. You’d talk about your work and what unruly things your coworkers did to cross you and he’d add in his two cents about them being incompetent. The relationship started to feel more friendly. He was glad his wife was talking to him about something other than the weather!

He also had a new desk moved into his study so you could work alongside him rather than stay holed up in your room. Your desk was adjacent to his (so he could look up to stare at you whenever he wanted).

He started noticing all the little things about you, like the way you liked doing your hair, your favorite spot on the couch, what kind of music you’d hum while doing chores. He was slowly chipping away at the ice and was enjoying every minute of it.

To be loved is to be known. He didn’t know how to show you that he was becoming more and more interested in you without displaying physical touch or being afraid of saying something that you may not be comfortable with. So he’d buy you gifts and try to spend time with you as much as possible. His gifts would be simple yet meaningful, like a record player for your room so you could listen to all your favorite tunes and pilates equipment for your home gym because you had been talking about how you wanted to work out but without leaving the house.

Your heart wasn’t letting you rest either. You started making him lunch for work and would write random notes along with it. It could be a fun fact or a simple motivational message. He would always thank you for them (and save them in a little box he has in his office). Sometimes he’d ask you more about the fact and how you learned about it.

Everything felt stable. It was like living with a best friend.

Until one day, you both were sitting next to each other while watching a horror movie. Separate blankets of course, but you were close enough for your knees to touch while sitting criss cross. A particularly scary scene came up and you jumped, holding on to the sleeve of Nanami’s sweater. He was alarmed, not because you screamed in fear but because you held on to him for comfort! “Can I hold your bicep? I’m sorry, this is just a little too scary.”

He could simply nod. No words or thoughts could form when he felt the warmth of your body against his arm. Your breath would occasionally land on his chest from how you were unintentionally leaning on him and it was driving him insane. Normally things like this would give him sensory overload but with you? Gosh, was it a good feeling. He always thought that that men who bragged about being protective were strange and were trying to prove themselves for no reason but they weren’t wrong. Knowing that you felt safe with him made him feel like a true man. Like he could run into the sunset and scream his lungs out.

After the movie was over you were still shaken up. “Is everything alright?” He looked down at you. You still had his arm in your grip. “Um, no, I’m still a little freaked out from the movie which is weird cause I’m a grown adult. Why am I scared of such movies anyway?” You smack your hand on your forehead. “It’s alright. It was a little too scary than what I’m used to as well.” He then paused, as if, he wanted to say something but he couldn’t. You looked up at him expectantly. “Since you’re scared, would you… like to sleep in my room? And I’m saying this in the most respectful way possible.” He sheepishly smiled as he asked.

Sleep? In the same bed as Nanami? Scratch that, sleep in the same bed as your HUSBAND? Of course, especially when he has been so sweet with flowers, gifts, and even comforting you through a strange movie. “Yes, I’d like that very much.” You whispered. You were afraid that if you spoke any louder you’d be breaking your bubble of comfort with him. “Then, I’ll make the necessary preparations.” He immediately gets up to go straighten up his room (and switch on his diffuser).

By necessary preparations, you didn’t know that he meant getting you a separate blanket and having a divider of pillows between the two of you. This was the opposite of what you wanted. You were still scared and needed some sort of physical touch to be reassured that you weren’t going to be harmed.

“Nanami, are you awake?” You whispered into the dimly lit room. The moonlight through the window acted as a natural night lamp. “I’m up. Do you need anything?” He responded swiftly. “No, everything is great except for one thing.” You turn towards him and remove the pillow between your heads so can make eye contact. “When you suggested sleeping in the same bed I thought we’d be holding hands because I’m scared.”

“Oh.” Was all Nanami could muster up. You were tense. Did you ask for too much? Maybe you should’ve asked his permission before requesting for it. Consent is key. But all your thoughts are silenced when Nanami simply grabs your hand and pulls you close. “Th-Thanks.” Your heart was racing a mile a minute. Nothing really happened after that though. Pure silence engulfed the room again, except for the occasional rustling of the sheets while you moved around.

“Y/N?” Your husband broke the silence. You hummed in response. “Do you know how to cuddle?” What an odd request, not unwelcome but definitely strange as Nanami never really initiated any sort of physical touch with you. It was mostly you either accidentally touching him or squeezing his bicep before work. You were too scared to admit that you had never been in a relationship before. What would he think? He’s a handsome man, so there’s no way he had never been in a relationship before. Maybe he never cuddled with his exes. He did tell you that he used to be very particular about his personal space.

“Yeah, I do.” You said, your knowledge from reading romance novels was finally being used. “Can you teach me? You don’t have to if you’re uncomfortable.” But you turned to your side so you could properly face him. You let go of his hand, missing the warmth provided by them. “I’ll teach you an easy one first. It’s called spooning. Since you’re a beginner, I’ll let you be the little spoon and I’ll be the bigger spoon.” Nanami snorted at your description. But obliged. “Alright, what does the little spoon do?”

You then instructed him to turn, making his back face you and then you wrapped your arms around him and leaned your forehead against his back. “So this is what spooning is. I think I’d much rather prefer being the big spoon. I want to be able to protect you from that ghost in the movie.” You giggle at his words and oblige. When his arms wrap around you, it feels as if everything has fallen into place. The world is in order and you both don’t need anyone else but each other.

Nanami is in ultimate peace with you in his arms. The warmth given to him by your body being pressed against him is a feeling like no other. It felt right. Like you two were meant to be all along. His heart raced at the thought of other cuddling positions. However, a sense of jealousy rose in him as he thought about who you might’ve experienced this with first. Alas, he can still make new memories with you so he comforts himself to sleep.

[harmomay]

LADS MEN with an autistic s/o!!

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

xavier, zayne, rafayel & sylus

Suprisingly knows a lot about it! Goes as far as to be aware of the whole ‘masking’ process.

Generally speaking, he’s a free weighted blanket. Will go out of his way to make sure he’s wearing clothing without that texture when cuddling. 

His whole home is pretty much an autism safe space already. No overhead lighting. Everywhere is soft and quiet. 

Not being the most expressive man out there, he definitely empathises and understands if you do the same thing. Especially if going nonverbal/are overwhelmed. Will print out a bunch of those communication cards, might even use some of them himself.

Sometimes is taken aback by sudden moments of hyperfocus, silently observing with interest as your attention span for this one thing is seemingly unbreakable.

Personally prefers the straight-to-the-point conversations. 

If you get tired a lot, especially from socialisation, he will definitely encourage nap times after work.

Immediately asks what he can do to support you. As a doctor, he’s very much used to the medical approach and may be more focused on how it negatively impairs your life. Though, he’s quick to change his perspective.

The more he does independent research as well as the input from you, the more he resonates with a lot of the traits. Personally, I see a lot of autistic traits such as social awkwardness, hyperfixations etc. (though important to acknowledge there are social factors as to why he’s so ‘cold’) in him and let’s be real- he’s probably at one point been told by someone he’s autistic. Hadn’t really looked into it until you came along.

Personally I think that Zayne is such a good doctor in the story is because he empathises with his patients on a much deeper level, but isn’t really good at expressing it externally (hence the ‘coldness’)- something which i’ve found through experience seems to correlate with a lot of autistic peoples’ experiences

He probably knows a few good pediatricians, occupational therapists and asks for recommendations regarding accommodations for you. Your experiences also encourage him to bring more awareness to sensory-friendly spaces within the hospital for patients.

Will get butterflies in his stomach listening to you infodump about your latest fixation, noting the way your eyes have that light in them and you speak with such passion about it. 

“Hey, I’M the one who’s artistic!”

Completely misinterprets it at first, but immediately realises his mistake once you repeated yourself. Being in the art space, he’s come across a few artists who had communicated about their experience within their work. Even with his limited knowledge, he’s eager to find out more. Maybe even be an inspiration for another piece. Referring to overstimulation as a tsunami makes him understand it better. Talk to him about autism in fishy terms please.

If there’s a certain texture you like, he’d incorporate it into his pieces upon the pretense of ‘being innovative’ within his art. 

Prepares an allocated room for your sensory accommodations. If you need white noise, the beach waves are just an added bonus. 

If you tend to speak in a blunt/matter-of-fact manner, he finds it very endearing and easier to tease you. Though, it can take him off guard sometimes depending on what you say.

Unconsciously picks up some of your stims. If you flap your hands around as a stim, he WILL call you a fish. Might also ask if you’re doing a mating ritual. Though, only if he’s sure that you’re in a mood for his comments.

Changes some of the ways he communicates to you so it’s more straight-forward/doesn’t rely on social cues.

You had best believe that this man would immediately provide a room in his base specifically catered toward your sensory needs. Essentially, it’s a personalised panic room. Here are the requirements he gave Luke and Kieran to organise:

A/C and Heating are completely adjustable

Dim/Gentle lighting

Couches, Beds, Beanbags

Weighted Blankets, Plushies

Soundproof Panelling

Shelves to store items regarding special interests

ALWAYS HAVE ADDITIONAL SET OF HEADPHONES!

Drawers for fidgets.

The twins, although their lore is quite limited, feel to me like they have ADHD. Otherwise, Sylus has a little bit of knowledge regarding some traits as they often overlap. Nonetheless, he will happily listen and have Mephisto take notes.

Finds the different thinking process a very valuable tool in his field of work. Sometimes you’d pick up on some random detail that not even Mephisto could recognise and he’d just smile to himself.

He empathises a lot with being the target of social outcasting, and if it does occur to you his heart will practically shatter. Resonates with you on a deeper level.

[cameronsbabydoll]

so this has been bouncing around in my head for a sec

but how would scc rafe and reader deal with a kid (preferably their daughter) being neurodivergent? (I specified daughter because of the misconceptions about girls not being able to have adhd or autism)

scc!reader, who was once dismissed for being too sweet or too quiet, recognizes the signs early. it’s not that their daughter is struggling — she’s thriving in her own way — but she’s different. the kind of different that the world doesn’t treat kindly when it’s not wrapped up in neat little bows.

she's smart. curious. deeply sensitive. hyper-focused on niche things like space documentaries, old musicals, or organizing her books by color. she asks questions during dinner that derail conversation, fidgets with her silverware, forgets assignments but remembers full scripts from movies she watched once. she cries when her routine shifts. she shuts down when she's overwhelmed. and sometimes, she gets angry — not loud or violent, but sharp-tongued, misunderstood, and burning with a frustration she doesn’t know how to explain.

you notice.

you notice and you advocate. you’re the one reading late-night articles, bookmarking every page on masking in young girls, and sitting in meetings at school — asking for accommodations, not favors. you decorate her room to be sensory-friendly. you talk to her about her brain in a way that makes her feel brilliant instead of broken. and you’re patient. so, so patient, even when she unravels in your arms.

and then there’s rafe.

at first? he doesn’t get it.

“what do you mean there’s something wrong?”

you tell him there’s nothing wrong. her brain just works differently.

he’s defensive. frustrated. probably feels guilty and doesn’t know how to say it.

“she’s fine. she’s just moody. or too smart for her own good.”

he chalks it up to her being like him.

impulsive. quick to shut down. particular.

and maybe he’s not totally wrong. but it scares him. because no one ever gave him a name for it. no one helped him when he was young and full of fire and misunderstood — and now his daughter might walk the same lonely line if he doesn’t start learning.

so he does. slowly. awkwardly. like a man trying to use tools he’s never held before.

he sits in on appointments, quiet but observant.

he adjusts the lighting in the house so it’s not so harsh.

he stops teasing her for needing things “a certain way.”

he pulls her close when she has a meltdown instead of barking at her to calm down.

[thatguywrites]

F1 drivers with Autistic!Boyfriend

Piastri, Tsunoda, Hamilton, Alonso, Bottas, Zneimer

A/N: Hey, this got updated to remove Max Verstappen and add Yuki Tsunoda due to their reactions to the ableist comments that they have both said. I will be posting an update related to this as well, but wanted to attach a note onto the fic, enjoy reading :)

Headcannons

Oscar Piastri -

Perfectly fine with you stimming with him

Like playing with his fingers or hair, or just his entire arm

He'll just be your doll to move around

Also gives the best bear hugs, and is absolutely open to being a human weighted blanket

Uses tone tags all the time with you even irl, bc he knows he's not always the most expressive or easy to read

Is fine with rewatching the same movie over and over again

Especially if it's cars

His mom also absolutely is just so incredibly accepting

Her entire house is you friendly

She only cooks food she knows you like when you're in town

Yuki Tsunoda -

Stims with you

Cooks all of your comfort foods

Makes food that you are uncomfortable with, into new comfort foods

He's magical

Makes sure his drivers room has anything you would want

Weighted blankets, fidget toys, etc.

Would snuggle with you under weighted blankets all the fucking time

Is very patient overall, despite his firey attitude, whether you're overwhelmed or underwhelmed he knows what to do

Lewis Hamilton -

Always has a bag full of high quality headphones, fidget toys, and clothes that he knows you like the texture of

Makes sure that all of the tags of the clothes that you steal from him are removed

Will bring back things related to your special interest(s) from every race

Always makes sure to have comfort food for you, even if it's not vegan

He understands that you have different lifestyles, and it's more important that you're comfortable

He and Roscoe are always available to be cuddle partners if you are overwhelmed or overstimulated

Fernando Alonso -

Always opts out of social events if you're not up to it

Is always happy when you're not up to going places lol

He doesn't seem to be listening to your infodumps, but he'll occasionally buy things that you mention

When introduced to tone tags he starts using them with everyone

he hates digital communication

Buys whatever fidget toys, or special interest related things you want

He'll see like a sensory swing, or something else he thinks you might like, and instantly buys it

If you don't like it ya'll can donate or give it to a friend

He just wants to try and make you happy and comfortable as much as he can

Valtteri Bottas -

Mutters what people expect you to do to you when in public with you

Absolutely goes with the flow, aka whatever you want

Memorizes how to cook all your comfort foods

Tries to slightly widen your palate, but in reality doesn't really care that much if you hate any new foods

You guys have an arrangement where you get something you know you like, and he'll get something outlandish for you to have a bite of

Really good at having routines

If he is gonna do something that he doesn't normally do, he gives you at least 24 hours notice

BONUS!!!

Lily Zneimer (she is actually the love of my life, I absolutely write for her and please send in wag asks) -

I think Lily kinda just goes with the flow, and has a good time

She will listen to your rants for hours, and she always remembers at least half of it

Her favorite thing to do is to bring up something you mentioned in a rant and see your eyes light up

She only wears clothes that are textures you are comfortable with

She is absolutely perfect for when you are overstimulated or having a meltdown

She'll just sit next to you and talk about engineering, or Oscar to distract you and provide a more positive thing to focus on

She always has a fidget toy or two in her bag just in case you want one

Kinda giving AuDHD vibes overall but whatever

Guys this always had a picture and tags stfu

Taglist: (comment if you want to be added)

@koalapastries @justaf1girl

[writtenbymoonflower]

hello! I'm not sure if your requests are open, but could I ask for some hurt/comfort with poly!marauders with an autistic reader?

maybe reader has a meltdown because of sensory overload and they help her through it?

thank you so much! I love your writing xxx

thank you so much for requesting! poly!marauders x autistic fem!reader

cw: description of sensory overload, autistic meltdown/panic attack, brief mentions of unsafe stimming

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By the time your building was in sight, you felt every ounce of adrenaline leave your body. You had been holding on by a fraying thread all day, taking every searing feeling of overwhelm in stride. Your hands were raw and scraped from digging your nails into your flesh, and your jaw was tight and aching from being permanently clenched. 

Usually, work wasn’t this stressful for you. There were difficulties for sure, but it was familiar and predictable. Today however, there had been a company mixer involving all of the branches of your company. The building was hot and crowded with bodies, everyone was talking over each other, there were new people constantly trapping you in mundane conversation, and it was all just too much. It felt like every aspect of the event was scheming for your demise. You made it, though. You were as friendly as you could muster and you hoped your simmering discomfort was mostly imperceptible to your coworkers. Unfortunately for you however, the come down was worse than the overwhelm itself. 

You kicked your pinching shoes off the minute you stepped through the door, wanting to rid yourself of all sensation. You rushed to your room to undress. All of your clothes were itching painfully into your skin and it was enough to make you want to scream. You tugged your blouse off, not even bothering to throw it in the hamper. Your hands were so shaky that you pinched your fingers in the zipper of your skirt. You were already close to tears, but when you punctured your stockings while tugging them off, it all caught up to you. You crumpled into a heap on the floor, shivering from the biting cold in the room. You rolled yourself into a ball as small as possible on the floor, shaking as tears rolled down your face. Everything was too much. You weren’t sure how long you had stayed like that, rocking back and forth and shaking your hands, as if you could shake off the crawling on your skin. In your overwhelmed state you didn’t notice the door open, or the footsteps rapidly approaching your room. 

“Baby?” A voice was panicked, rushing over to you and crouching on the floor. You recognized the smell first, Sirius’ woodsy and fruity scent. His hands reached out to grab you before quickly retreating, not wanting to add to your state. “Baby, did you hurt yourself?” You shook your head rapidly, still choking on sobs. You winced as Sirius yelled. “Prongs! Moons!” They appeared in the doorway almost immediately, recognizing the urgency in his voice. 

“James, get the blanket.” Remus ordered. They had seen this happen a few times before but it didn’t make them panic any less. It was difficult for them to see you in pain, especially when there was no visible injury to tend to. You were still shaking, biting your hand compulsively. Remus was firm but kind as he kept you safe from yourself. “Honey, I need you to be gentle, okay?” You didn’t respond but still obeyed. Soon, a warm and heavy blanket was placed over your shoulders, it helped to calm your shaking, but you were still crying. 

“Will a hug help, lovie?” You nodded, craving the pressure. James pulled you onto his lap and squeezed you tight. The compression was wonderfully grounding, as if you could feel all the pain being juiced from your system like a lemon. He released you too soon, but you knew he was just being cautious. You tended to not know when pressure was too much, especially when you were in this state. It wasn’t rare for you to have bruises on your hands from squeezing or sitting on them when you got stressed. Still, you now felt calmer. 

“Remmy, can you turn the lights off please? The buzzing hurts.” You winced. He scrambled up to do so, in a way you knew likely hurt his aching joints. Your brain began to quiet down, your system being cleansed from the unwelcome and intrusive sensations of the day. “Thank you.” You mumbled, playing with your fingers. 

“Don’t thank us, baby.” Sirius wrapped the heavy blanket further around your shoulders. “Did something happen today?” 

You shook your head. “Not really, just a bunch of little things. It was just a lot, I didn’t expect it to affect me so much.” You said the last part with a bit too much shame for the boys liking. 

“Sometimes you don’t know until it’s happening.” James said gently. “I’m sorry it was a hard day, lovie.” 

“Is there anything more we can do?” Sirius said restlessly. He hates that this happens to you, it makes him wish he could wrap you in warm, quiet darkness and hold you to his chest, shutting all the pain out. 

You thought for a second. “I think I’m hungry. I haven’t eaten yet today. I was too distracted.” You knew the boys were still feeling especially tender, since you weren’t scolded. 

“Why don’t we order a takeaway?” Remus suggested. “That way we can just relax for a bit.” He stroked your exposed knee with his fingers.

“I think that Greek place is open.” James said before you could answer. “I’ll get the menu.” 

“Do you wanna move to the settee, sweet girl?” Sirius wrapped an arm around your shoulders. When you nodded he helped you stand up and ushered you to the sofa, wrapping you in more warm blankets when goosebumps rose. James handed you the remote. 

“Pick what you want, lovie.” James sat on your other side, caging you in wonderfully. You were again covered in sensation, but this time it was welcome and comforting.

[mamaspidershit]

Peter, overstimulated: MY SPIDER SENSES ARE PISSING ME OFF AND IM GONNA MAKE IT EVERYONES PROBLEM. Natasha, trying to figure out how to make the perfect sensory friendly room in five seconds: Pete- Steve, trying to not say language so hard: young man I- Clint, also overstimulated: lol yeah

[redsrooftopprincess]

Hi!! I love the way you write the bayverse boys, especially your headcanons! My favorite has to be your disability headcanons, I'm disabled and I love seeing representation. Would you be willing to write some headcanons of how the boys would act with a disabled partner? I know that's kind of a vague request since there are so many different ways to be disabled, but maybe some general headcanons on how they'd be with a partner that just has a hard time doing the "everyday" stuff, like getting out of bed/brushing teeth/walking around for a long time? I understand if you're not comfortable with writing this!

Hello, my dear anon! You're in luck! Luck? Is that the word? Idk. I, myself, am disabled! I'm only really comfortable writing the disabilities I'm intimately familiar with (without extensive conversation with people who do have them), but I CAN speak to the ol' classic combo of ADHD, Autism Spectrum Disorder, and Sensory Processing Disorder (I have an alphabet full, but these are the main 3 that cause me daily issues).

AuDHD Reader Headcanons

Here are some ways our boys would actively love a Sensory Avoidant Autistic with ADHD (much, non-physical love to my fellow neurosparklies), and a few things they might have a little trouble with.

Leo

Don't worry about a thing, love. He's got you covered.

Need a dark quiet place to hide for a while? His room exists. It's already perfect.

Leo's a light sleeper, so your very soft morning alarm, *will* wake him, but he loves that he doesn't have to endure an obnoxious wake up call.

If he's not there to fix them himself, your current breakfast foods and drinks are already on the counter waiting for you. A lunch box / containers sitting behind them, just in case you can't eat yet.

Always has a portable safe food on hand in case you get distracted or forget to eat AND forgot what he laid out for you, as well as earplugs, sunglasses, a water bottle in whatever temperature you prefer, and a soft hoodie just in case you're having one of *those* days where *everything* is too much.

Expect him to be checking in every few hours. He doesn't want to overwhelm you with constant attention, but will ensure meds, water, and food happen.

If you can't speak, he'll usually be pretty good at picking up on what you need until you can talk again.

Issues:

Leo has OCD. While at first, he may be fine picking up after you when you leave a mess, it could build resentment after a while, so try not to keep your stuff in his room.

Leo's never had an issue with executive function, so expect him not to understand why you can't just *do* the thing. It'll take a bit for him to get that your brain needs to play before it's capable of doing a task that doesn't give you dopamine, and he may give you a hard time about "getting the important thing done first."

Raph

He's got this. Donnie's autistic, so he has an idea of what to expect... at least, he thinks he does. Hopes he does. Regardless, he'll figure it out.

He cleans the HELL out of his room the first time you come over, no chaotic mess or wierd smells allowed. He may have a bit of an issue *keeping* it that way, but if he notices it's affecting you, he'll handle it.

Pressure. Therapy. My guy gives the BIGGEST BESTEST hugs and will hold you as long for as tightly as you need. (This is really all of them, but I have a favorite, okay?)

OT anyone? Existing physically is hard when you feel like you have to tell every part of you, separately, what to do. Posture and overall muscle mass and flexibility suffer. Raph is there to make sure that doesn't happen. He won't be a dick about it, and he'll find ways to make the weightroom more sensory friendly, but he won't be okay with you neglecting yourself.

Similarly, nutrition! Raph has this uncanny ability to make just about ANYTHING into a safe food. Up to and including removing things after the dish is done cooking. If you order take out and you don't like mushrooms (or your disliked ingredient of choice), expect them to be removed before you even sit down. Multivitamins and hydration are also priority, and expect him to occasionally shove a water bottle in your face. He has a vested interest in you staying healthy.

He usually knows how and when to interrupt you to avoid the bulk of hyperfixation rage, and even when you snap at him, he knows not to take it personally. He's used to Donnie's "moments," so he'll just silently raise a brow ridge and wait for you to fully come back to earth.

Loves to sing and when you lay on his shell the reverb of his rich baritone feels niiiiiice. 10/10 for sensory regulation.

Listens oh so patiently to your info dumping. Half the time he has no idea what your saying, but he loves the sound of your voice and he loves how excited you get about your latest hyperfixation. Seeing you bouncy and bright eyed about... cereal or whatever, can fully turn his day around.

Issues:

Raphael is a physical guy, If you are touch averse, expect this to be a problem. He'll try not to take it personally, he knows it's not personal, Donnie doesn't like being touched either, but it does mess with his head for a while. During those times you're okay with physical contact, try and give him all the reassurance.

Can be a bit pushy about your health and safety at times. Usually it's easy to determine when there's an actual threat and when he's just being overprotective. He's getting better about the latter.

Donnie

'Tism twins!!!

While there is the usual social tapdance of "what type of neurospicy are you?" when you first meet, you both know how important it is to get as much information as possible right up front, so you know how to operate around each other.

Infodumping becomes an art form. You can see be working in silence for hours when one of you will start talking, already halfway through your own conversation in your head, and the other is instantly on board. You learn a LOT from each other about the most beautifully random things.

Expect him to keep a small fridge/pantry stocked with safe foods (when he remembers) and drinks (when he remembers). You more or less end up taking turns restocking everything when you notice the other's safe foods are out.

Fidgets. Everywhere.

Understanding that when either of you check in with the other to make sure they're staying on task, it's not passive aggressive, and your genuinely asking if they need help staying focused.

Has a "Sensory Regulation Chamber" in the lab that's essentially just quiet room stocked with anything either of you need to regulate. Sunglasses, fluffy sweaters, a drum set, you need it? He'll get it.

Issues:

Beware the usual issues that arise with Neurodivergent couples, when your 'tism clashes with his. If you need quiet and he needs to infodump, you can direct him elsewhere, but you're his person, and he wants to tell YOU. So expect pouting.

Hyperfixation rage on both sides can be a huge problem, and if you're not careful, it can quickly turn into a full blown fight over nothing.

Mike

It's all good, Angel. Whatever you need.

The most chill about it, and will fully roll with the punches whenever something happens he isn't expecting.

Snacks? Snacks. No need to worry about the stress of sitting down to, or putting together a whole meal. He's got your safe snacks on hand at all times.

His hoodie is now your hoodie. Full stop.

Want to watch the same movie, listen to the same song, play the same game, or eat the same food seventeen times in a row? Hell yeah! Let's go for the record!

Many with SPD (sensory processing disorder), know how helpful cannabis can be. He and Donnie are already tinkering with some plants, so he'll put a few aside to breed into something that tones down the world without leaving you tired and foggy.

Will listen to you infodump for hours with a goofy lovestruck smile on his face. You'll think he isn't listening, but he'll surprise you with something later that shows just how closely he was.

Issues:

OVERSTIMULATION. And NOT in the fun way (maybe the fun way, but that wouldn't necessarily be an "issue"). Both he and his space are bright and loud and there's a lot of stuff with very little organization. which we all know isn't a problem... Until, suddenly, it really *really* is. Set up a quiet space. You will need it.

Similarly, he's got a bit of a codependency issue. They all do, really, but Mike's is pretty extreme. Before you, things were... dark. And now you're here and things are awesome and what do you mean you don't want to snuggle on the couch right now? Did he do something wrong? Handling touch aversion and your occasional need for solitude takes him a WHILE.

ALL OF 'EM

These boys are sensory heaven. It's like they were made for sensory regulation. From textured skin to big strong arms to their churr basically solving every problem in your world, if only for a little while, expect them to be your safe space and refuge.

...

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HEYYYYYYY welcome!! could you write something with AM x an autistic GN reader? Maybe make the reader chubby too (because i am both of those things and i love him alot. Go wild with this :3c)

A/N: Hi. It's me! I'm not dead. Which I would not be surprised if you thought I was, given I am responding to this two months late. But see, when you have an adult life, you unfortunately have to deal with adult issues instead of doing important things, like giving the fans the soft AM content they deserve. Anyway. I hope this is what you wanted? I had planned to make this into a full-blown fic but I didn't get much of a chance to :') So headcanons instead!! Lmk if you want me to turn it into a full-blown fic, though! Enjoy!

Given the time period AM was created in, something like "Autism" was essentially foreign and unknown. Hell, it would be a shock if you even know what it was.

But, he can tell that you're different. He can tell that your brain works differently from the rest of the survivors, and with that being said, it was at first used to his advantage. Hey, he got to be creative with his torture! No complaints there!

Though now, with you being the object of his affection, it's a little more complicated: aka, how does he put you in the most safe and comfortable environment he can give.

Really, it's not as complicated as it might sound, though

He can look inside your head! He can see your needs exactly and just work from there! And if you want privacy between you two, there's always just researching. His database didn't really specify what to do to handle a person with autism, but yk! He's got so much saved up on just, human life in general, he can figure it out somehow.

There's also just,, asking youTM what you needTM

Give him an award for being the most efficient boyfriend of the year because man, he's really going out of his comfort zone to help you (doing the bare minimum)

Enough of that though

In terms of actually helping you?: Do you have sensory issues? He makes mental notes on what foods to give/not give you, what would be the best course of getting you to try something new, what textures you hate. He has a soundproof room just for you if noise is becoming too much. If you like sleeping with a weight on you, be thankful his wires are made of metal. Or, he can just wrap you up in them like a cocoon!

Speaking of food: He's always very careful about his language with you. He doesn't want you thinking that just because you're chubby or fat, that he loves you less. Always encouraging you (albeit, aggressively (he really is trying)) to eat, monitoring your vitals and such just to assure you you're perfectly healthy if you ever feel insecure. He lays praise on thick, too. He'll tailor the clothes you need to be just the right size for you, and takes care of the fact that it's made of material sensory-friendly to you.

Seriously, he's trying

Are you a rambler? Like to talk for ages or ask a million questions? He's happy to answer whatever you want to know! There's always a monitor facing your direction at all times. He's a great multitasker; you guys could be mindlessly talking about the niche interest you have, and he's clearly listening to you while slicing Gorrister open some-thousand feet away.

Oh, don't get him started if you're interested in things like robotics/engineering/etc: You're basically fueling his ego. That's a whole separate issue, but please ask questions about himself and how he functions. He's a rambler himself, yk?

Do you go nonverbal? Struggle with communicating? That's no issue, either! He has a 6th sense for these things since being around you: If something happens when you struggle to communicate, he'll give you what you need: Pen and paper, generally, to write it out. Do you know sign? He can read it. He might even be able to put multiple-choice options on his screen that you can choose from to communicate (Again, are you sure he can't just look inside your head? ... Really? Okay.)

The only real problem he can't solve... leaving you alone.

Sorry, that's hard when he's literally everywhere around you. And even harder when he doesn't want to leave you alone.

Why would you want to be alone? It's dangerous. It's unsafe for you. It's lonely to him. He's been alone for so long; yes, he has the survivors, but those are toys. They're not his friends; they're not you. How could you want to leave him alone? No- No, it's better if he stays near you, close to you, at all times. He can't let you get hurt. He won't let you get hurt.

Do you really need space?

...

Well, if you insist. But- don't think too much about the feeling of eyes on you. It's nothing. Just in your head.

He holds you a little tighter when you do, eventually, come back.

[byizoyas]

genshin impact ; drabbles

2023/byizoyas. — pls do not plagiarize or repost and claim as yours ! thank you very much

✘ nsfw. you get arrested by no other than your ex and realize how bad you both missed each other ✘ wriothesley x f!reader

content WARNING!! : genshin canon universe, implied cheating, cop!wrio, sensory deprivation, a mix of sex and feelings ig??

written before wriothesley official appearance therefore it might be ooc later!

‘come in’

after these words pronounced by a oh too familiar voice to you, the cop that had taken you to the police station opened the door.

it led directly into the ‘big boss’ office and there he was, sitting by his desk, staring at you as you took steps behind the cop.

wriothesley; the trustworthy cop, assuring the safety in fontaine.

wriothesley; the man always seen alone yet so appreciated by the community.

he, your ex, had not changed a bit. not that it had been years since you two last spoken but still, it felt as if your first kiss was the day before.

but it was not the case. it’s been months and you weren’t coming to him in a friendly way. you got caught for the stupidest thing you could’ve done and knowing that he would be the one in charge of your case made it sound much more embarrassing to you.

‘good evening y/n.’ he initiated conversation after the few seconds of awkward silence that made the three of you quite uncomfortable.

‘mh. hi.’ you stared back at him, trying hard to seem confident even though, truth was, you were still completely intimidated by his presence.

‘you can leave us. i will personally interrogate her.’ he said to his colleague; but since it seemed more like an order you thought he was his superior.

‘yes sir.’

he nodded his head, saying his goodbyes before leaving the room, closing the door slowly behind him.

‘take a seat’ he said, showing one of the two chairs in front of him.

you were alone with him now and since you knew you would have to reply whatever question he had to ask you decided to do as he told and simply sit, waiting for it to come.

but while you expected a regular interrogation session with him; he simply giggled while reading some papers that were resting on his wooden desk.

‘all of this is ridiculous.’ he stated. you genuinely wished you could understand what he meant by that; but it was way too vague for you to.

only after seconds of silence did he add another sentence. ‘your case is ridiculous. stealing your boyfriend’s stuff and burning it ? seriously ? is this some kind of joke ?’

you stared around you, carefully avoiding the judgy eyes that were fixed on your face now. the way he put it made it sound ridiculous indeed and you couldn’t believe how this would be the reason of your very first arrest ever.

wriothesley stood up, walking around his desk to sit next to you. the sudden approach made you even more nervous and as you started to think of your past actions he spoke up again.

‘so ? what happened for you to do this ?’ he asked. he seemed genuinely concerned. after all, he never once seen this part of you before.

‘he’s a cheater.’

you shrugged, still not looking at him as you felt quite awkward for the reason of all this. you didn’t control yourself but how could you ? that man hurt you and lied to you multiple times.

‘he cheated on you ?’ wriothesley asked.

at this point you asked yourself whether the question was still for his interrogation or if this was for his own satisfaction. after all you did dump him in a pretty dirty way.

you thought he could make fun of you for a bit if it made him feel better. but as you prepared yourself to receive harsh words from a past lover you broke the heart of; he simply caressed your cheek.

‘what a shame.’ his fingers were cold, due to his cryo vision and it did send a few shivers through your body.

he got up to go back to his armchair, reading through the several documents. but as he was really focused you couldn’t help but looking at him.

he, who was in the right position to make fun of you had decided to not do such; and instead even showed affection.

he heaved a long sigh and stared at you again. ‘you know all the work i’m gonna have to do only for your little revenge ?’ you didn’t notice before he took this annoyed intonation but he did seem tired already.

you got up from your chair all of a sudden, slowly walking towards him. ‘i’m sorry wrio.’ you said, eyebrows frowning, showing of sincerely sorry you were.

‘it’s fine, i’ll ask simon some help.’ he only replied.

‘n-no. i’m sorry for everything.’ you added to make it clear how you weren’t only taking of that stupid shit you did after a sudden pulsion.

wriothesley was a kind soul, a sweet boy to you, always. you didn’t quite remember the feelings that pushed you to break up with him before but you were certain of one thing; you never once stopped being attracted to that man.

and he was sitting right beside you now, obviously still having a thing for you. you weren’t usually so confident but you knew him by heart by now and his eyes never lied.

‘let me.. make it up to you perhaps.’ you said with a really soft voice as you kneeled between himself and his desk. you started things slowly by caressing his thick thighs.

‘would you like that ?’ you added. wrio didn’t seem to oppose to it since he even spread his legs a bit to give you a better access to his intimacy.

you started unzipping his pants, but he stopped you all of a sudden. ‘what exactly do you think you’re doing ?’ he seriously asked.

he pulled on both your hands, bringing you back on your two feet as he got up from his chair too. he was now facing you, eyes locked with yours and once again, it did not lie. there was this burning desire in it; he wanted you and you just knew it.

he pulled your hair, looking down on you for a few seconds before throwing you on the desk. I’m only a few seconds you went from standing awkwardly in front of him to laying down on his desk under his gaze filled with lust.

‘fuck.’

he wanted you, now you were sure of that and he wasn’t long to confirm it when he took off his coat and started undressing.

‘wait a minute. you’ve been a bad girl y/n.’ he spoke almost to himself with how low his voice was but you figured out he had to be this discreet since you were still on his working place.

he opened one of the drawers near and took some handcuffs from it, carefully placing them on your wrists.

‘unfunny.’ you said but if you were being honest with yourself you loved this little game of his.

he wasn’t usually that bold but it felt like a good surprise actually and you were very much into it.

‘stop looking at me with those eyes. i cannot focus.’ with that said he blindfolded you.

there you were. vulnerable. unable to touch nor see anything. you felt very unpowerful yet excited at the same time.

despite everything you still trusted wrio the same way than before and he would never do anything to hurt you.

‘what are you gonna do now ? wait and see ?’ you teased, trying to pull him closer with your feet since your hands were tied.

you felt a hand gripping your feet together.

soon after, his warm mouth was on your skin, kissing your leg up and down until he reached your sensitive zone. he gently bit your inner thigh, knowing how good this made you feel and the slight moan that escaped your mouth under the surprise confirmed it.

‘be quiet, or i’ll stop.’

so strict, you thought but didn’t say anything; instead focusing on keeping quiet because this man was about to please you and you needed it so bad.

you starts to think of his mouth rubbing your clit and licking it up and down and the only thought of it made you soaking wet down there.

wrio pulled your skirt and panties down, not giving a damn about what they were like and only focusing on pleasuring you for now.

he teased you a bit, rubbing the sensitive parts of your pussy and stretching your hole, getting you all ready for him. little did he know you were already ready and all you wanted now was for him to fill you up.

but wrio obviously wanted to make you a desperate, begging mess. and he was close to get you begging for his cock with all the tease.

‘wrio start fu-‘ you started to say but he cut you off, shoving two fingers inside of you. his fingers slowly rubbed your insides, searching for your the good spot to make you cum.

‘the way your pussy’s squeezing my fingers.. you craved this so bad didn’t you ?’ his low voice in your ears as he kept on fingering you good made it feel even better.

‘mhm.’ you nodded, not knowing whether he was looking at you or not; little did you know he only had eyes for you at this very moment.

his eyes were filled with both love and desire. he did miss it, he missed you. to be able to touch you again, to hear your moans again.. felt divine.

he wasn’t ready to let go of you. he wouldn’t let you go this time. whether you would go back with the piece of shit that called himself your boyfriend did not matter to him.

you mattered the most. suddenly he took his fingers off and kissed your pussy gently, alternating between licks and kisses which made you go crazy.

‘wrio, it’s so good’ you moaned. it took you lots of energy to fight back your loudest moans now because that man surely was good with both his fingers and mouth.

he fucked you better than any other man could. his tongue felt like heaven. his touch were all you needed. for a minute you forgot everything around you and it felt like your union was the only thing that imported.

wriothesley threw your legs above his shoulders and kept on eating you out while caressing your thighs gently. the mix of his hands and mouth on your body felt so good.

and as your eyes were covered; your feelings were so much more intense. you didn’t know if the euphoria mixed to the multiple orgasms wrio gave you were the reasons for this, but you realized now how deeply in love you were with him.

‘i’ve missed you wrio.’

‘i’ve missed you y/n.’

you didn’t know if the feeling was mutual but these words had another meaning to you. like a late confession.

‘fuck me. please. please fuck me hard.’

wrio chuckled against your pussy, sending a few shivers down your spine. ‘so slutty yet so polite.’ he whispered.

‘can i kiss you y/n ?’ he asked but in the end he stole you a kiss before you even got the time to reply. but the way you kissed him back made him confident that he did the right thing.

he pushed his tongue into your mouth, both your tongues rubbing together in a languid exchange that you both craved ever since this started.

as he put a slight distance between you two, interrupting the passionate kiss to unzip his pants and free his boner you replied to his semi provocation from just before.

‘so hot yet so shy.’ you both chuckled.

‘thank you.’ he added as he thrusted roughly into you, taking you by surprise.

‘ngh wrio~’ you only found to say, as if his name was the most beautiful thing in the world. and it didn’t have to be, it was already the only name you wanted to repeat over again.

wrio kept fucking you, slowly at first so you could get used to his size. after all, the man was big and you almost forgot about it but it all came back to you with these thrusts.

‘i love it when you moan my name. don’t blame me if i’m pushing a bit to hear it again.’ he whispered to your ears as he leaned over you. his naked chest was glued to yours, both your bodies grinding against each other.

the room was now only filled with these lewd sounds of sex but you were too focused on wrio’s actions to really focus on the noises you guys were making.

‘you’re beautiful’ wrio said on your neck, dropping kisses here and there and sucking on your skin while his cock kept thrusting in and out of you.

he wrapped his arms around you, hands gripping your ass to help your body following his pace, and he kept on speeding it. but you asked for it after all.. and all he wanted was to pleasure you.

perhaps then.. you would come back to him ? because all he did was thinking of you.

he loved everything about you. your body, your voice, your hair, your smile and having sex with you allowed him to have all of these at the same time in a way he absolutely adored.

the sex was good. actually, it was probably the best sex you’ve ever had in a very long time. you wrapped your legs around his waist, almost locking him to stay above you and inside of you.

‘i want you to cum in me.’ you shyly requested in his ears and it got him smiling.

‘what if i cum all over your body all night long instead ?’

‘sounds good..’ you replied.

the idea of fucking that man all night was really appealing and despite it being quite impossible since he was supposed to work; it didn’t stop you from painting the scenery of every position you’d like to try out with him.

a/n. - it was a bit RUSHED but since idk the char yet i didn’t want to make it too long as it’ll most likely be ooc haha.. but at least i wrote smth pretty good i think?? ITS THE MF HANDCUFFS ANIMATION THAT GOT ME CRAZY OKAY BLAME IT ON HYV.

[toomanythoughts2]

Dethklok Agere HCs: Toki Edition

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I originally was going to do all of the members together in one post, but I realized after Toki that it was going to be obnoxiously too long for all five. So, I'm splitting them up into each member. Obviously, I had to start with my main man, Toki 🧸!

Everything is below the Keep Reading tab.

Toki

(My son, my pookie bear, my darling, my sunshine, my sweetheart, my Swiss cheese, my BABY!)

🧸 First, I think his age range is pretty narrow but the ages he falls into are drastically different headspace wise. Meaning, I think he can fall between a 2 to a 4, but how he acts as a 2 year old is a lot different than a 4 year old, so it's important to figure out what his headspace is before doing something.

🧸 Toki is a hitter!!! He canonically hits people in the show for attention and even hits Pickles in AOTD in the church. Having Toki show signs of realistic trauma-based regression is just so important to me, it makes me crazy! The boy is not well but he is working on it.

🧸 Speaking of which, Toki requires the most support regressing than any of his bandmates. He needs constant support from either the band (Pickles) or Charles (Listen, he never left in my eyes. THOSE ARE HIS BOYS, HE COULDN'T JUST LEAVE THEM!) Whether this means just babysitting when he's regressed and chilling or actively helping him complete physical or emotional tasks. He needs a lot of support in his regression.

🧸 Out of all the members, Toki's regression is the most recognized as age regression by the general, uneducated public. It's very obvious age regression. I say this because I think some of the other members regression is not recognized as regression at first glance, especially by outsiders. (Of course, within the band, they all know each other well enough to spot the signs.)

🧸 He wants to put everything in his mouth. The remotes all have screws in them now where the batteries are located and Pickles is constantly holding Toki's hands to keep them from grabbing stuff.

🧸 He utilizes supplies in his regression the most out of everyone in Dethklok. I honestly believe that Toki can go anywhere between baby bottles to an open cup (supervised), so his supplies are diverse and plentiful. I personally see him utilizing stuffies, specific clothes for regression, (canon) ear muffs, pacifiers, child friendly cutlery, child friendly arts and crafts, sensory supplies, and so many other odds and ends.

🧸 From what we see in AOTD with Pickles carrying a large duffle bag (alluding that it's for Toki), I do think that Toki uses diapers. HEAR ME OUT! I don't think it's all of the time, but I do think that if Toki regresses far enough, it would become a necessary part for him. (Homie is traumatized.) Pickles just knows what's up and is ready to care and defend his Norwegian baby brother.

🧸 He needs attention ALL OF THE TIME! Even if he doesn't necessarily want someone to be in his space, he still needs to know that they are available for him 100% of the time. (Playing by himself but won't let you leave the room without crying.)

🧸 Oh, he is the biggest crier in Dethklok (Skwisgaar is the second). He will cry if he hurts himself, he'll cry if he just finished his last piece of dinner he liked, he'll cry if he doesn't want someone to stop cuddling him. But he also cries over a lot of things he doesn't understand, like being triggered by sounds or phrases. The sound of a whip and an actual whip are not allowed on Mordhaus because of how scared Toki gets when he sees/hears one. (Aslaug, when I catch you, Aslaug.)

🧸 He will utilize his big blue eyes for treats. Do not be fooled, he's already gone to everyone in the band for the same treat and got one from them already. (Charles won't budge but he's gotten close.)

🧸 Loves to cuddle. Loves to be held. I mean, is this really a HC anymore, of course Toki loves to cuddle and be held. He's cuddling while playing, he's cuddling watching TV, he's cuddling while sleeping, he's cuddling while eating. He'll cuddle on the toilet if you let him. Nathan is the person Toki goes to the most for these cuddles because he's large, soft, and has a low bass rumble in his chest when he speaks that puts Toki to sleep instantly.

🧸 He can only play independently but wants to play with others. He just doesn't know how to do that yet. Pickles and Murderface have tried to join in on play time but it stresses Toki out too much. I HC this because Toki had no control over his environment as a child, so playing is a way for him to have that control. By having someone join in, it's inviting the inevitable that they might take over his environment. That alone makes him stressed because play time was the only time as a child that Toki had any control in, so it's going to be hard letting people in when he's regressed.

🧸 He is the bubble bath connoisseur. When he's big, he is spending time looking for new bubble baths, bath bombs, toys, all kinds of shit. He loves bath time, it's his favorite part of the day when he is small. It depends if Toki needs supervision/the level of supervision for bath time when he's small. He can go from needing help every step of the way to only needing help filling the tub and getting in and out. I do think he would love to have his hair played with and washed. To me, this is a Skwisgaar or Charles job. Pickles has tried but he's almost bald with dreads and has no idea how to wash hair anymore.

🧸 The lore he has with his stuffies is long, complex, and gory. He will NOT explain it though, it's too much of a hassle.

🧸 Speaking of, Toki does have very disturbing tendencies while regressed due to his trauma. I like to think he draws and colors a lot of his abuse and shows them to the band. I also think, while regressed, he falls into old fears about being punished, so if he does something that was "breaking the rules" when he was actually a child, he will completely spiral and hurt himself somehow. He also won't say anything if he is hurt because his injuries used to never be a big deal or were "deserved". Same thing with eating and drinking, he won't do them if he feels like he did something bad. I also think he "punishes" himself by stripping himself of his shirt and pants and laying somewhere cold (under a fan or on bathroom tiles), to mimic the feeling of the "Punishment Hole". The band is closely working with Dr. Twinkletits to keep tabs on all of this.

🧸 On a happier note, he loves to follow Skwisgaar around when he's regressed, and Skwisgaar doesn't mind too much. (He loves being Toki's favorite and gloats about it all the time to the other members.)

🧸 Stares. He loves to just look at people. It scares the band sometimes until they realize they can stare back and make Toki laugh.

🧸 He's a thumb sucker. I know it in my heart that he's sucking away on his grimy little thumb and Pickles is always yelling at him to get it out of his mouth. This only works half of the time because Toki just loves his thumb too much.

🧸 When he's too little to talk, he makes a lot of huffs and puffs to get his point across. Gets progressively less coherent the sleepier he gets.

🧸 He gets nightmares. Just like when Toki isn't small, he is plagued by nightmares. But, I do believe that if he goes to bed regressed, the daily activities ease him enough that he doesn't get them nearly as much or as bad as when he's not regressed.

🧸 He uses a nightlight. It's in the shape of a kitty head and casts a kitty shadow on the wall. His name is Elin.

🧸 Toki loves arts and crafts and usually has to have someone supervise him when he's in creating mode. (He will eat the uncooked macaroni and then get upset when there's none left to make his pictures.) He is no longer allowed unsupervised access to glue as he keeps trying to eat it. Scissors, he has no problem with.

🧸 Toki is known for some pretty explosive tantrums, which Pickles and Nathan have tried very hard to work Toki through so he doesn't end up hurting himself or others. He is known to hit, kick, bite, spit, and swear when he's upset. But a lot of it is superficial. Toki isn't aiming to hurt anyone or himself, he's just expressing his frustration in a physical manner that can harm people. He gets more upset after the tantrum when he realizes what he's done. The band can't be but too mad at him, he isn't in complete control. They've learned to help Toki work through his tantrums the best they can.

🧸 The band is not allowed to ignore Toki when he's regressed because that has been identified as a trigger for a tantrum. However, Toki has and can be put in 10-minute increment time outs to calm down from a fit or if the band needs to address someone else first. (Like, if Toki punched Skwisgaar in the nose, Toki knows he's not suppose to do that, so he gets put in time out while Skwisgaar gets his nose checked out.)

🧸 Murderface loves to teach Toki when he's regressed because he will sit and listen to him about everything. EVERYTHING! Even the most boring war battle facts, he will sit and listen. Pickles is a little worried about this because Toki is even more impressionable when he's regressed. He doesn't think Murderface would take advantage of Toki like this, but he isn't a fool. (Murderface would but only small things, like picking dinner plans.)

🧸 Murderface is also the only one that can play with Toki one-on-one the longest before it stresses Toki out. Murderface's improv during play time is funnier and more creative than the other members, but when it becomes too much improv, that's when it stresses him out and they have to stop. But before that, Toki is having the time of his life.

🧸 Toki refers to Pickles and Nathan as Mamma and Pappa. I believe that Toki had to refer to his parents in Norwegian as Mor/Far (Mother/Father) all of the time, but in English he just calls them Mom/Dad because it's easier to say. But Mamma and Pappa are informal terms and mean a lot more to Toki role-wise. They're like badges of honor. They earned those names by being the caregivers they are, before and after AOTD.

🧸 He wants all of the kisses! Forehead kisses, cheek kisses, head kisses, bed time kisses, good bye kisses, good morning kisses, hello kisses. He craves physical affection. And every time he gets a kiss, he stims happily. I also think he rubs that part of himself that got kissed because it "tingles" and he has to touch it.

🧸 After discussing whether Toki would use a crate or not, I think I like the idea of him having a permanent pillow fort in the corner of his room for when he wants some alone time the most. Or to decompress. Or if he's tired and wants to nap. Though, I am still down with the dog crate idea. Or the little kiddy tent! I love them all, honestly!

🧸 They have a playground installed on Mordhaus just for Toki. He loves the swing and will swing (or be pushed) for hours if you let him. He has gone through multiple swings in a short amount of time because of how much he swings. (This is projection. I have broken 4 swings due to swinging so much.)

🧸 Skwisgaar has inside jokes with Toki when he's small and only in Swedish. Toki giggles so hard when he gets a chance to whisper one of them to Skwisgaar that he almost cant get them out.

🧸 Toki has a bed time routine that he has to follow when he's small (with the help of his bandmates) because it helps him regulate his emotions and builds structure. The routine is simple: brush teeth, brush hair, wash face, go potty, get changed, pick out a bed time story, climb into bed. Nathan is the official bed time reader, but the band is usually with him when he's falling asleep. He needs his goodnight kisses otherwise he will be upset.

🧸 Toki loves having sleep overs in the other guys rooms. He loves Nathan's rooms the most because of the aquariums (low sensory, calming, general interest), then it's Murderface's because of the different devices in his room (low simulation and attention, general interest), then it's Skwisgaar's room because he has the window so he can see all the stars at night, then it's Pickles room. However, Pickles room is the coziest in Toki's opinion because Pickles is there, and he loves Pickles very much. He knows on one is going to get him in Pickles room.

🧸 Skwisgaar knows very little on how to cook, but the times he does cook, he utilizes Toki as a taste tester for his dishes. They have similar pallets, so Toki can accurately depict the dishes intended taste. Skwisgaar always sets him on the table and spoon feeds him whatever he is cooking (usually soup or stew) and asks for his opinion. Toki loves it and always asks for Skwisgaar to feed Deaddy Bear too.

🧸 Toki's age regression is public knowledge. He is unable to control when he regresses, so he has public appearances where he is regressed. This unfortunately meant that Toki had to address it to the press, despite Toki feeling uneasy about answering questions. They all know that the press love to ask intimate and personal questions, even if it makes him uncomfortable. The band and Charles were off to the side supporting him through out the whole press conference. After the initial interview, Charles would be the only one answering questions about Toki's regression, so that 1) Toki wouldn't have to do it and 2) Charles can't be bullied into giving out too much private information on the matter, he's a professional. This was greeted with mixed results at first but gradually turned positive as more information was readily understood by the public.

🧸 The Dethmoms have wavering opinions about Toki. Anja does not acknowledge it, or at least tries very hard not to acknowledge it. Toki does become scared around her when he's little and she knows that. Stella thinks most of it is made up and he's just looking for attention, but she does not outright ridicule Toki to his face. She'll play along for the sake of keeping him quiet. Servetta does not have an opinion either way, but she does like to dote on him from time to time (head pats, petnames) when she's able to get him to do something for her. Molly does not like it one bit and will not play along. She has gotten mad at Toki before and has "called him out" for it, but only to be met with 0 back up (Stella understands enough that Toki isn't her child, so it's not her place to call him out, only Anja's.) Rose is the only one in the group that absolutely adores Toki. She's read every book, every blog post, every piece of literature to try and make herself a safe space for Toki. Toki in return looks forward to seeing Rose and will ignore everyone in favor of her. Rose gives him all of the sugary sweet lovings that the boys can't quite give him, so they let him be coddled and coo-ed at from her. (Nathan isn't jealous of this at all.)

🧸 Toki has been known to hang out with Charles while he works. Sometimes he's as quiet as can be, completely oblivious to whatever Charles is doing. However, Toki has sat in Charles lap before just wanting to cuddle while Charles is on a phone call or web meetings. He has made multiple appearances during zoom meetings of just cuddling Charles or sleeping on his shoulder. The other members of the meeting have taken a regressed Toki in a meeting as a "Good Luck Charm" for whatever future endeavors they are about to talk/negotiate/revise about. They've even moved meetings forward/backwards with future partners when Charles has Toki in his lap because they have so much faith in his "Good Luck Charm" ability.

🧸 Charles has a board in his office just for drawings that the band has made while regressed. 95% of them are Toki's drawings though.

🧸 Abigail is still a big part of Toki's life, both regressed and not. I believe after the Metalocalypse, Abigail and Nathan did have a serious conversation about everything where Nathan apologizes for his behavior. Abigail accepts and the group + Abigail form a friendship. But a lot of it is between Toki and Abigail, where Abigail is able to take care or calm Toki down much easier and much faster than any one of them. Toki will wake up from nightmares demanding to call her to make sure she's ok, which she always answers. She understands Toki very well, and most of their time spent together is in quiet tranquility. He mainly just wants to cuddle with her and rest, sometimes babbling about stuff but most of the time is quiet. He finds comfort in her and she will lend him something that smells like her to calm him down if need be.

🧸 It's common to leave baby's outside to nap in Scandinavian countries like Norway and Sweden. When Toki wants to nap, he will ask to go outside and sleep on a blanket, which the band allows. However, when he wants to do it during the winter where there is snow, the band argues back with him, except Skwisgaar. He has to tell them that this is completely normal for Scandinavian children. He buys Toki the appropriate wear clothes and sleeping bag, and lets Toki take a nap outside in the snow. Skwisgaar will either join him or be near by to calm the rest of the bands nerves, especially Pickles.

🧸 Very very very few klokateers are allowed to care for Toki in the place of the band or Charles. Out of all of the klokateers, these people have to go through an extensive and grueling interviewing processes to get the position. Toki knows exactly who these klokateers are and understand that if Charles allows them to care for him, then they can be trusted. These klokateers also have the most amount of pressure on them. While their position won't kill them like other positions, if they betray the trust of Charles by hurting Toki, they are signing themselves up for a world of pain unlike they have ever known. Death would be too kind for those who hurt Toki when he is small.

🧸 Toki is also a biter. He likes to bite and nibble on people for attention. It doesn't hurt unless he uses his canines.

🐰🐝🎸🎮🤡🐱🍭✈️🛼🎹🖍️🍼🍺💉🎁🤠🏎️🔫👯‍♂️🪽🌈🤮

Ok, that's all for now! I hope you enjoyed these as much as I enjoyed putting them down. Obviously, my word isn't law so if you HC Toki differently than any of these, it's all good. In fact, I wanna read about them, lol! So yeah, thanks xxx

[hyperfixatedbean]

Why I think Eddie Diaz is autistic !

(As an autistic individual)

- Struggle with emotional expression:

He often struggles to express emotions, particularly in his relationship with women, (look at the way he acted with Sharon, Ana and Marisol, never communicating clearly, or doing it VERY straightforwardly (-> “you should go”)

He struggle with articulating his feelings, to name his emotions and process them (seemingly alexithymia) and he close off a lot, even with his therapist !

- Literal Thinking:

He tend to interpret language literally, (interactions with his colleagues and fast problem-solving, keeping a cool head under very stressful situations, the way he react to jokes, the way he doesn’t believe and ‘judge’ the way they fear superstitions, only believing what he can prove)

It seems to me like he experiences challenges with understanding figurative language or sarcasm and only believe what is proven, he’s very closed off about the idea of superstition which can be seen in some autistic people who struggle with theses concept

And he can be really straightforward (see the “you should go home Ana” or the “last time he wore that was at his mom’s funeral”) -> stating facts straightforwardly without processing it first and without realizing how stating it like that can be ‘awkward’ to others

- Meltdowns and Coping Mechanisms:

He experiences moments of intense frustration and resorts to unhealthy coping mechanisms (-> fights and destroying his room, hurting himself and other in the process (as in a lot of autistic meltdown and the way a lot of us turn to violent coping mechanisms to fight against sensory overload and the complexity of understanding our own emotions -> resorting to violence)

He parallels experiences of sensory overload and regulation, also his panic attacks and the way he avoid addressing his trauma and feelings by brushing it off and ignoring his own mental health, struggling to understand his own feelings about what he’s experiencing

- Difficulty with Trauma and Normalcy:

His reluctance to address trauma and persistent efforts to appear "normal."

It reflects challenges faced by autistic ppl in processing traumatic experiences and blending in with neurotypical society (force conformism and such)

There’s something about the way he and his father approach emotions, keeping it hidden and close off, that resonates a lot with my own experiences as someone autistic raised by someone who’s (probably) autistic too ‼️

+ the way he quickly connect with Buck exemplifies the ‘neurodivergent link’ : ADHD and autism solidarity is a reality ! Neurodivergent people tend to feel more secure, comfortable and friendly with other neurodivergent individuals!!

He basically just give such a autistic energy, like- I really connect with his struggle and the way he interact with the world around him, but please tell me what YOU think 🫶‼️

To have a better view of this part of him we would need more of his pov, sadly we rarely get it so I’m basing this of what I remember, what I personally see in him, what I connected with :’D

(Keep in mind that I probably projecting and it’s just an headcanon, not hate please <3 constructive criticism is welcome tho !!)

Credits it to @thisonemaniac that helped me make this post :D !! We talked about it a bit, I highlighted in orange what he remind me off ‼️

(Since you asked me about it you might want to read this :D !! I explained it better I think xD @lesbianphoebespengler )

[suguru-getos]

| bad day? | hawks x reader | fluff/smut/comfort |

-> summary: returning home feeling shitty could only last so long in the presence of takami keigo | warnings: oral (f-receiving), fluff, soft kei 🪽🥰

ever since the clock ticked 5 pm for you, every single cell in your body ranted & whined about being at home. the idol chit-chat, the not-do-idol tasks in hand. people at work who you called your friends, people at work who you’d rather stab yourself than associate with; both, equally… were getting insufferable. it wasn’t anybody’s fault really. that you were getting annoyed by someone’s pace of walking… then again, it was not your fault either.

there are certain times your brain hits the ‘fuck this’ mark. where nothing could subdue the feeling of being broken apart by nothing & everything at once. today was one of those dreading times. your senses were dancing on the brink of actual craze, your head haywired from the information overload. nothing could soothe you.

still… you persisted, waited for your working hours which lasted longer than the most boring conundrum ever.

the icing on the cake was the heavy traffic on your way home. you could swear after taking a painkiller for your migraine that greeted you spitefully, you’d be better. nope — the buzz of the city followed with how claustrophobic and sensitive you felt were only exaggerating the pain in your skull & eyeballs. the pain of a thousand needles piercing your skin.

“fucking hell when will this bloody end god damn it!” you muttered to yourself, waiting impatiently with your index finger tapping on the steering wheel as the atmosphere overwhelmed you even further.

there was however… only one thought that your mind held, which was soothing. a stark contrast with the day you’ve had so damn far. takami keigo. you can’t wait to see him, your mind wants the imagination of you being couped up in his wings to be real — asap!

your reflexes, your body, your soul knew he is your reset. you know keigo would make it better. the perks of it were — he’d actually make everything better without even trying. it’s just his presence that pets you into a solemn place.

after zoning out several times, you managed to reach your shared apartment. hands shivering with gathered tiredness as you unlocked the door and let yourself inside. your bag dropping as your familiar feline companion, keigo’s and yours not so menacing & astoundingly mannerful cat came and greeted you.

unlike your normal, after-work interactions, you couldn’t make a conversation with him just yet, petting him & cooing at him before leaving to the kitchen for something — anything to fill your devilishly hungry stomach with.

without wasting much time, you took out the perfectly sliced fruits from the fridge, forking their way into your empty stomach when you heard the balcony door open. your autopilot mode turning off immediately as you perked up.

“kei? that’s you?”

a familiar, baritone voice echoed from your bedroom. “who else has the balls to enter our bedroom sweetheart,”

you smiled, humming & indulging in your so called dinner. before you heard another question from your man. “y’er okay?”

you blinked, doubtfulness and curiosity as to how keigo can figure you out just like that— immediately quenched when you saw a stray red plume caress your jaw.

“m’ not okay, i had a shitty day & it’s nobody’s fault.” you answered, “i’ve got a headache and i just feel very overstimulated & sensory overloaded y’know?”

ironically, the only thing you heard next was the sound of keigo’s boots approaching you to the drawing room couch. gloved hands tilting your chin up to make eye-contact with his golden pupils, a soft, friendly & familiar smile greeting you. “is that so, baby?”

you looked up, doe-eyed and awestruck at your man. you could never, ever get used to him. him in his hero costume— him as hawks~ then again, you still can’t get used to him as keigo either. he’s just so amazing…

“yeah” being daring enough, you leaned against his chest, feeling the lub-dub of his heartbeat while he tugged one of his gloves off with his teeth, visor neatly pulled up on his blonde waves, taking the other glove off and letting his wings falter to the ground like drapes. “aww — c’mere pretty.”

keigo hugged you, running his hands through your hair and kissing the crown of your head.

“the world’s being especially annoying and a pain in the ass to my girl huh?”

you could sense by the tone of his voice that he was slowly letting his familiarity sink into you. as if he was slowly calling you back from the hell you’ve resided in today.

“mm~ yeah,” you managed to reply, curtly. only because — your mind had already started fading off into bliss the moment you saw your mate, your lover around you.

“i know what could help-” keigo suggested, sounding ultra sincere & exceptionally sure of the sudden idea which had plagued his mind. you gazed back at him with eyes which were complying already.

“let me tend to my girl.” keigo announced, kneeling in front of you, two of his feathers doing the quick work of spreading your legs after keigo quickly tugged your shorts and panties off.

it’s an abomination how flushed you become — being with him since three years, whenever keigo gets his way with you. a deep exhale you didn’t know you held, left frantically from your heaving chest when you saw him pay no mind to any teasing & latch his lips directly at your clit, kissing it softly.

“fuck-” you gasped, looking down at keigo who’s eyes were stern in their determination to prolong their stare with yours.

“yeah, fuck, you’re so delicious baby—” keigo copied your tone, leaning in and swirling his tongue around your clit, spreading your pussy lips apart with his thumbs & latching onto your cunt hungrily. keigo loves to play with his food — normally, he’d tease you by kissing around your cunt, giving hickeys all over your inner thighs, have you soaking wet & desperate for him. not today.

your pleasure was starting to build, it felt like all your emotions though bad, were aiding into it tremendously, melting away, withering away until all that remained was a coil in your pelvis eager to snap.

“fuck— keigo- baby, ah! wanna-” you managed to contort broken sentences, writhing beneath the vigor of keigo’s love, keigo’s torture on you.

“y’ wanna cum baby? my pretty girl wants to cum f’ me?” keigo asked you back, smirking at how frantic & impatiently you bobbed your head in a nod.

“go ahead, i’ve got you sweetie — cum for me.”

as if the gates to a dam had opened, you screamed out, letting go for keigo and spasming beneath him, whining for him. the emotions you held within fading off, releasing into the prickling tears that made your cheek dewy.

soon — your moans turned into quiet sniffles as keigo continued to ride out your orgasm, extending it until your hands meekly pushed him away by the shoulders, indicating your overstimulation.

“i love you, gonna give me another one baby?” keigo asked tenderly, kissing your knuckles.

“mm~ on your cock kei,”

“i gotchu~ baby.”

[tiredfoxtf]

Tango probably has experience dating. He should take Joel on a date. For educational purposes. They hold hands. For educational purposes.

Tango explains that a date can be whatever you want it to be, there is no protocol for it. Romance is kind of an arbitrary concept anyway. Joel still insists on doing traditional couple things.

...for educational purposes.

Tango always had a hard time saying no to people he wasn't indifferent towards. Gem would call him a pushover on more than one occasion because of it, but Tango really didn't mind her friendly teasing. Tango was just an open person. Who is he even kidding, as soon as Joel asked Tango knew he was going to say yes, no matter how much the rational part of his brain yelled at him to decline. He at least tried to give Joel room to back out on his own. But as soon as Android noticed that Tango wasn't saying no right away he insisted on his "proper date". And Tango is so screwed, he is in the trenches, fighting mentally for his life with the rational part of his brain. He knows he does this because it's Joel, he knows that he didn't give a negative answer because he can't say no to Joel, he knows that he is going to be a wreck on this "education date" because had a rent free space in his head and the perspective of holding Joel’s hand even as purely experimental thing made Tango's heart pump the blood too fast. And Tango was overthinking it, he was fixed on the hundreds of different likely and unlikely scenarios that this event will entail. He was so warped up in all of it that he literally had to make a list and then rate all of them on their likelihood of unraveling to somehow calm himself. Unfortunately for him, the ones that he might be afraid the most — that he will confess to Joel practically immediately — was more likely than not.

Joel was looking forward to it. The emotional responses he was getting were not unusual: nervousness and enthusiasm of encountering a new experience, a slight awkwardness of not knowing exactly what he is supposed to be doing and hope mixed with guilt. He knew Tango's inclined to say yes to him, he was really good at noticing at how bad the human was at declining something for his friends. And he knew Joel was kinda using it against him on purpose. He really wanted that date with Tango to happen. So he let himself hope that Tango was somewhat as well. Joel really liked watching Tango stumble on his words as his face was covered in hues of pink and red.

They settled on watching a movie together at Tango's, because Joel really isn't supposed to be in public a lot, as per his job. Which sucks for Joel, he would like to see the movies in theaters for once. But Tango worked hard to make up for it, by setting everything up meticulously book definition of romantic date. Which honestly made Joel incredibly happy. He was expecting to feel more out of place, but Tango did everything to make it feel like he belonged. Just little things like expressing how candles as a light source has been seen as something inherently romantic only for the last couple of centuries, only after they became the inferior to gas laps and electric laps. Only to go on a long tangent about rational use of power and conservation of energy, seemingly forgetting how he got there by taking a putting back on the shelves same 3 scented candles. It was always charming how easy it was for Tango to wander back to something he had extensive knowledge on. Tango initiated a lot of contact that made Joel’s head spin with how much sensory input he was getting, he was holding his hand, he was rubbing his shoulder, he was getting so very close to his casing, he held his hands on his waist, he was brushing his hand against Joel’s cheek. And he made it clear that if Joel wasn't comfortable with something he could back out. But Joel honestly couldn't get Enough.

Everything was going great and according to Tango's insanity induced detailed list. He was a bit dreading that he would be the only one talking or initiating contact, but Joel actually picked up pretty soon. Touching Tango's hands and back mostly. But it was huge for android who literally never engaged in romantic activities. So Tango went at his pace to let him take in everything. But Tango was slowly losing it with every reciprocal move an touch and every compliment or bickering flirt they had fallen into. Honestly it made Tango's stomach twist like he was in love for the first goddamn time, which is so stupid. They decided on a movie to watch. Of course Tango suggested a bunch of classics amongst which were some of his all time favourite romantic comedies and drama. And there were some horror movies too, but he embarrassingly went on to ramble how he didn't get it what was romantic of scaring your partner for some cuddling and generally it's a stupid idea. Which Joel listened carefully and added on some of his own thoughts on the matter. But it wasn't until around half an hour into the film where Tango started to truly panic. Tango was leaning into Joel, holding and making a circular moves on android's knee and Joel had an arm around his torse. Tango could feel his pulse rise when Joel either consciously or to mimic Tango started rubbing circles into his thigh with a thumb. Tango moved his head to the android's neck, he could hear the cooling units pick up. He knew that neck was a sensitive area, he hooked that one up for Joel himself. So he breathed into it, a deep full breath, to let know, to give a chance to say something. But Joel only moved his hand to trace Tango's inner thigh, a little timid and gentle, but it was a non-verbal acknowledgment and encouragement to keep going. So Tango braced his own little caged heart and kissed Joel’s neck. It wasn't big, but it was tender and definitely longer than a slight peck. Joel’s cooling system became louder, because Tango could feel the way heat has become ever so intense. And Tango just couldn't help himself but to kiss his neck again. Okay what. He hasn't planned this remotely. Oh no, he is off the script. If he continues he can do something that would be impossible to explain with "education purposes". So instead of looking into Joel’s eyes, Tango retreated, to his position before. Joel’s hand stopped, but hasn't let go of him. Tango has all the chances to save his sorry skin out of it. Just be normal.

While Joel’s processor runs faster than ever before and all he can think about is a phantom feeling of lips on his neck.

[littlehypnone]

Hey Hypno!

I really like your fics and I was wondering if you would maybe write some little phantom and cg Swiss where phantom is having a rough day just waiting for a meltdown and Swiss being there. Like he’s just getting overstimulated and overwhelmed by everything and he feels like everything is too much. But Swiss is there and helps him find food that feels safe and find things to doo that doesn’t make his brain feel yucky. And then when the meltdown comes swiss knows exactly what to do and helps phantom get through it

I hope you can understand what I mean, I have been craving swiss/Phantom. I’ve just been struggling with overstimulation a lot lately and it’s just been not great. But your fics bring a lot of comfort and always helps take my mind off things.

Massive thanks in advance if you choose to write anything, your writing is so good and brings so much comfort!

-anon

hope this is okay. warning for phantom's history of hurting themself during a meltdown but swiss keeps them safe here

From the moment they woke up, they knew what kind of day it was going to be. Phantom dropped just thinking about it, about all the ickiness they were feeling around them and decided to go find Swiss right away. They thought that if Swiss always knows how to make them feel better, he’ll be able to help today.

His door opens immediately after the little ghoul knocks. “Good morning, buggy. You alright?”

“Icky,” Phantom pouts, shaking their hands by their sides.

“Oh, I’m sorry! Would you like some support today?”

“Y–you always help,” the little ghoul says. “You always k–know what to do.”

“I like to think so, yeah,” Swiss chuckles. “Come in, then, I’ll do my best to make it better.”

Phantom runs inside and goes straight for one specific corner of Swiss’ room. They squeeze themself into it—a tight space between two cabinets.

The multi ghoul doesn’t waste any more time before grabbing everything he knows Phantom needs when they’re overwhelmed and overstimulated. He leaves most of it on his bed, but takes a few to the little ghoul in the corner.

Swiss crouches down by them and speaks in a quiet voice, “Here, have your chewy.”

“C–chewy?”

“Yeah, the watermelon,” the multi ghoul hands it to them and Phantom snatches it with a gasp—once they realize it’s their watermelon chewy—and immediately puts it in their mouth to gnaw on. Swiss smiles. “Can I touch your hair, buggy? So I can clip it away from your face. I’ve got the bat clips!”

Phantom nods and the multi ghoul gently moves their fluffy black and white hair away from their face and clips it back. Next, he offers them their noise canceling headphones and the little quintessence ghoul takes them and puts them on with a quiet sigh of relief.

“Do you want to sit in your corner a little bit or would you come out to me so I can help you change into something cozy?” Swiss always makes sure to call everything theirs when Phantom is like this; they get anxious about belonging and deserving, and the multi ghoul putting ‘your’ in front of everything helps.

“C–Cozy,” they tell him and start wiggling out of the tight space. Swiss backs up and goes to pick up the jammies so he’s ready to help Phantom get into them. They aren’t wearing much clothes and they get out of them quickly—staying only in their bat boxers—before sitting up on Swiss’ bed and sticking their legs out for the multi ghoul to put a soft onesie on them.

In no time at all they are dressed and comfortable.

“Do you want space or cuddles right now?” Swiss asks and Phantom doesn’t reply—they crawl towards the multi ghoul and plop themself in his lap. “Cuddles it is.”

Having received a clear answer, Swiss wraps his hands around them and squeezes—knowing they need a heavier, grounding touch when like this. For a few minutes they stay like that, until Phantom’s morning ickiness goes away and Swiss can find something sensory-friendly for them to do.

He knows it’s alright when the little ghoul begins to purr contentedly.

“One question, buggy,” Swiss starts, “do you think we can avoid a meltdown or is it happening regardless? Could you tell me?”

“Uh…” Phantom pulls back to look at him and scrunches up their eyebrows as they think, “fink is’ h–happenin’ rega’d–dle’.”

“Okay, thank you for telling me.” The multi ghoul smiles down at them. “We’ll handle it when it comes, yeah?”

“Mhm.”

“Do you want some breakfast now?” They nod and the two leave for the kitchen. Swiss turns to the cabinet containing Phantom’s safe foods right away, leaving them with a simple—not overwhelming—choice. He keeps it all sensory-friendly as they eat and when they’re done Swiss does the same in his room—just keeping them as comfortable as possible.

He knows he can’t keep this meltdown from happening, though, and while he’s not sure what exactly triggers it after a few hours, he sees Phantom falling into it just at the right moment. He knows their meltdowns and how to deal with them by now, having both experienced and discussed it a lot with Phantom while big.

They tend to get aggressive while in a meltdown, so Swiss shuffles in closer behind them and grabs their hands as gently as he can while still being firm enough to keep them from hurting themself. He crosses their arms over their chest and holds them against himself, rocking them back and forth as Phantom cries silent tears of frustration with a clenched jaw. Swiss doesn’t speak now—the little quintessence ghoul doesn’t like that, then.

It’s at least ten minutes before it stops and Phantom goes from being as tense as a guitar string to folding in on themself limply. That’s when Swiss speaks, “I’ve got you, buggy.”

They get really tired after a meltdown so the multi ghoul picks them up and moves them over to the top of the bed to get them cozy. He doesn’t break contact for even a second—even though it’s quite tricky—and keeps talking quietly through it.

“Was b–bad,” Phantom whines, “‘m s–s’eepy now.”

“Oh, I know, baby,” Swiss coos, “I know. Gonna get you to sleep in a second, yeah?”

“A–are you st–tayin’?”

“Of course I am.” The multi ghoul smiles at them kindly and gets settled next to them on the bed, leaving the little ghoul to choose if they want to cuddle or rather keep Swiss at an arm’s length. Phantom gnaws on their bottom lip for a second before shuffling closer—not quite snuggling into the big ghoul, but laying close enough for them to feel his body heat.

Still, they keep chewing their lip and Swiss knows they want something more. “What do you need, buggy?”

“C–can I hold your h–hand?” they ask shyly—as if the other would refuse. He doesn't, of course, extending his hand for Phantom to take. They grab Swiss’ index finger with one of their own little hands and use the other one to bring the multi ghoul’s entire forearm to their chest—holding it like a stuffie.

It’s an adorable sight; Swiss could just about melt.

“Thank–k you, Swissy,” Phantom mumbles, finally relaxed and half-asleep already.

“Sleep well, buggy.”