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linomilkers · 9 months

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summary: Minho thinks Y/N hates him because she doesn't treat him like the others. warnings: there's a blowjob lol, but it isn't too graphic and is between y/n and Felix, also honestly this is kind of a polyfic not officially tho

Minho had a lot of conflicting emotions; they scrimmage in his head, combative and aggressive, like a cartoon cat chasing a particularly violent and intelligent mouse. Normally this was something he could easily ignore, or at least pretend like he was ignoring it, and the others would be none the wiser. He'd been blessed with the most phenomenal poker face, so nobody could tell how he was really feeling ever.

But jealousy was an ugly feeling, that clawed at his skull and weighed heavily on his mouth and brows, tugging them into a deep frown.

It was stupid really, his reasoning, but he just couldn't ignore it anymore. The weight of it he'd been shouldering for far too long, and now he was feeling distressed. Enough so that his poker face had cracked in front of the one person he really didn't want it to crack in front of.

It started like this: Y/N was Seungmin's friend first. Minho couldn't remember how the hell they met, he just knew that one day he had no clue who Y/N was, and the next day she was introducing herself with a smile on her face and muffins in a tin -- store bought muffins, but an offering nonetheless. Then it felt like he was seeing her all the time. Obviously, because he lives in the same place as Seungmin, and if she came over a lot then he'd at least bump into her sometimes, even if he rarely lingered out of his room.

But somehow he wasn't just seeing her in their dorm, but he was seeing her at the other dorm too. And he was seeing her in their practice rooms, flopped over the couch in Chan's studio, taking up a chair when they were out for dinner, on the outskirts of the cameras when they were filming vlogs. The crazy part is, it seems like Minho is the only one to notice -- she had seamlessly slid her way into their lives and nobody seemed all too concerned about it.

He didn't mind it -- didn't mind her. She was funny, and she was kind; if he hadn't been sold on her before, seeing how she'd comforted a distraught Felix (over a performance, or something, Minho couldn't remember now) had shown him what he needed to. How she'd listened to his worries, connected to him emotionally, been the support he needed in a group with seven other men who could be (not on purpose) slightly emotionally constipated. It was comforting, is how Felix had described it, sometimes an outside perspective was a benefit.

Then the others started going to her too, because she was always around, so she saw all of them -- their ups and their downs. When Chan forgets meals, when Jeongin is too strict with his diet, when Seungmin is feeling sad but unable to properly express it in a way that doesn't seem like he's being mean -- she was great. Minho had never gone to her for anything, because he didn't want to throw his problems onto her, but it wasn't like she'd not offered. . .sometimes she notices he's in a bad mood, even before the others.

And she's big on skinship, almost as much (if not more) than Felix. The first time he'd realized it was when he'd walked in to Jisung snug between her thighs, his back to her torso while she threaded delicate fingers through his hair. Minho had paused, brows raised, but nobody else in the room had seemed to question it. Jisung prattled on about whatever show he was watching, Y/N hummed while she scrolled through her phone, and they were cuddled close like nothing was out of the ordinary.

Maybe Jisung had been the one to pioneer it, because then he notices everyone is snuggling up with her. Chan snuggles up close to her during movies with his arm thrown over her shoulders, being annoying and clingy and shoving his cheeks against her cheeks until she's squealing. Changbin pouts and whines and shoves his head in her lap so she'll pet at him just how she had for Jisung that first time. Felix is all over her, overjoyed by the fact someone seems to love it as much as he does, so he's all snuggled close, koala'd to her in bed while they window-shop together.

Her cuddling with them makes sense, all of them are big fans of skinship, but even the ones who swear that they loathe it -- are joining in. Hyunjin is all long limbs tangled with hers on the floor while they order food, and Jeongin is lying his head on her shoulder after dinner when he's full, soft and sleepy. Even Seungmin curls his arms around her waist, pressed closed to her and seeming content and asleep.

She's cuddled with all of them. . .all of them except Minho.

At first, he figured it was because he'd never initiated it. He'd seen firsthand that all of the boys come to her to cuddle, she doesn't go to them. Maybe she just hadn't snuggled up with him. because Minho hadn't made the plunge first. . .

. . .or at least that's what he thought, until he saw her waddle on over to Chan, half awake, her arms outstretched and he received her on the sofa. She buried into his side and closed her eyes again, and Minho sat and watched and realized that it wasn't because he'd not initiated it. Y/N must just not want to.

Which is fair, he guesses. . .she doesn't have to want to cuddle with everyone. It's not like it hurts his feelings that she seemingly wants to cuddle up with everyone but him (it totally hurts his feelings) its just something he's noticed. And he's good at looking impassive and unaffected, so maybe she hasn't noticed that he's noticed it.

He can't dislike her for it, or even resent her. She's so sweet otherwise, it almost makes up for it.

Almost, until Minho has had a horrible day. His feet ache from practice, and his mind is reeling with lyrics that he's having trouble with, and he's hungry and hot and tired. Sleep felt heavy in his bones, like his body had never fully woken up with his mind, so it made learning the new choreography more difficult than it should have been. It was his fault for staying up so late, knowing that he had his own schedules to follow before practice, but he'd gotten really into a show and the time flew by before he'd realized.

So he was feeling grouchy and a little overstimulated, and he'd sat down on the couch in the practice room right beside Felix. Felix who is always up for a cuddle, and Minho just needed the contact, he thinks, and the comfort. It would be nice and maybe it would quiet his head a little. Maybe he'd even catch a little sleep while Chan, Changbin, and Jisung figured out whatever they were figuring out right then.

And he thinks he's probably going to get that cuddle, from the way Felix body automatically turns to him, like he's about to press up into his side. For just a second, he lets the tension melt away from his bones.

But when Y/N comes back into the practice room, with only 8 coffees, and Felix leaves his side to go retrieve his, and Minho is realizing that she didn't even bother to get him one. . .well, the tension returns. And also an evil pit in his stomach that thinks maybe Y/N just doesn't like him at all.

He hopes him storming out doesn't look as dramatic as it feels, and on a normal day he might just tease that she was going to have to share hers with him, but today wasn't a normal day. Today, Minho felt like he was the odd one out and he had never really cared about that before in his life up until now. He wasn't just the odd one out, he was being left out, and for some reason that was worse.

Minho finds a quiet, abandoned room, pressing the door open and sighing with relief when he sees there's a small couch there. At least he could lay back and close his eyes and pretend like he wasn't miserable.

The peace only lasts so long, however, because there's a perfunctory knock on the door before it's opening with a slow creak, "Minnie?" Y/N's voice rings through the quiet, and he finds himself frowning, "Are you okay?"

"What do you care?" He spits and Y/N's eyebrows raise slightly, before a sympathetic pout pulls at her mouth.

"You've just seemed off all day today," she noted, walking further into the room and Minho doesn't know if he wants her to stay or leave, and he doesn't know if the warm bubbling in his chest is because she seemed to notice. Then he sees the coffee in her hand and feels a lot less warm, and much more cold, "Then you ran out of the room. I just wanted to see if you were alright."

"It's not polite to follow people," he grumbled, pulling out his phone so he could pretend to ignore her, "Go enjoy your drink with the others, I just didn't feel like watching everyone drink one."

". . .but you forgot to take yours?"

Minho pauses. His eyes shift to her hand, where she shakes the unopened cup and blinks at him. "What?"

She took another step forward, "I said you forgot to take yours," she held it out to him, the ice is loud knocking against itself, "I was about to bring it over to you when you left."

"But there was only 8?" He said lamely, "You -- you got me one?"

Her eyebrows furrowed, "Of course I got you one? Why wouldn't I get you one?"

". . .oh."

He takes the cup from Y/N's hand, feeling silly, and dramatic, and so fucking dumb, "Y'know how Seungmin never finishes his?" she reminded him, "And I never finish mine, so we just share." And then, instead of leaving, she plops down beside him, turning her body to face him, "Why wouldn't I get you one, hm?"

"Well you hadn't -- you didn't ask me what I wanted." He shrunk into himself, feeling uncharacteristically sheepish, "I just figured --"

"You always get the same thing," she told him, "And I didn't ask anyone else either, they take too long just to choose from the same three drinks. So I just went and got some."

Honestly, it was probably the smartest route to take. And Minho is feeling extra stupid for not realizing that Y/N wouldn't do something so malicious as to not get him a drink.

"I know we might not be as close as the others, but I would never leave you out," she tells him, a reminder that it looks like she didn't know he would need, "And I'd like to get closer if you would."

"That's -- I thought you didn't like me." He blurts out, and Y/N's eyes go wide once again.

"What?"

Minho pauses, regretting letting the words slip from his mouth. Y/N's face warps into one of absolute confusion and horror, shaking her head, "What would make you ever, ever think that?"

"It's just --" he feels so stupid, "It's, you know. . .you don't treat me like the others. . .you don't cuddle up on me or. . .or any of that, like how you do with them. Maybe I don't mean you don't like me, but you definitely. . .you definitely don't like me in the same way."

Y/N blinks at him, and now that he's said it, he realizes how stupid it sounds. He's opening his mouth to take every single thing back and tell her to forget it -- his legs even twitch, eager to flee the scene, to leave Y/N confused and leave the boys in the practice room and just go home and hide in his bed.

But Y/N scoots closer to him -- closer than he thinks she's ever been to him, her body turned to face his, so her leg was pushed right up to his thigh, while the other dangled off the couch, "Minnie," she sounds like she's pouting but Minho is trying to look anywhere but her eyes, "I didn't think you wanted me to touch you."

"Why would you think that?" He knows it's a stupid question as soon as it leaves his mouth, because why wouldn't she think that? Minho and how he feels about touch is very unclear and confusing to even the guys who have been in his life for years now -- sometimes he's all over them, sometimes if they touch him he stiffens and shuffles away. It just depends on the day, how he's feeling, what mood he's in -- the only two who can get away with touching him no matter what would be Jisung and Felix, maybe Jeongin because he's not big on skinship either so Minho would be stunned and let him do whatever.

So how was Y/N, who was relatively new to their dynamic, supposed to figure that out?

Still, she humors him, shrugging, the look of distress on her face makes his chest squeeze, "I -- I don't know! Every time I got close to you at the start you just -- it seemed like you didn't want me around you physically, so I tried to respect your boundaries. And you never seemed like you wanted a hug or a cuddle or any of that."

"I'm practically staring daggers into you every time you're snuggled up with someone and you thought I didn't want it too?"

"I thought you really didn't like me!" She admitted, "I thought you just tolerated me because of the others. . ."

"Well that's stupid."

He knows he's being difficult, and Y/N knows it too, but she breathes out a heavy breath and then throws herself into him. "You're stupid," she sighs against him, and Minho is rearranging his crossed arms so that they slide around her body. She's warm, and her skin is soft where their bodies meet. For a moment, he gets self conscious about what he might smell like, or if he was still sweaty, but Y/N doesn't seem to mind. She only stays pressed close to him, so tightly like she might be trying to absorb him into her body.

And Minho just revels in it. He'd known he wanted it but he hadn't realized how badly he wanted it until he was finally getting it. Was this what the others had been getting the whole time? If he wasn't feeling so satiated and relieved then he would probably be getting upset again. This was good -- holding onto her was nice, and when she started to trace designs into his shoulder how she does for Felix. . .god, it was just unreasonable how great this felt.

Because he'd wanted this -- he wanted this so badly. Why had he wanted it so badly? He couldn't figure it out exactly, just knew that this was good. . .this was so, so, so good.

"Did you want other things too?" She inquired suddenly, and Minho hums in his throat, but makes no move to part from her.

"What do you mean?"

Y/N wiggled back, withdrawing from his throat, "Like kisses and all that?"

Minho blinks at her again.

"Kissing?" Had they all been kissing too? And he wasn't involved? It almost makes him upset all over again! He feels the frown pull at his mouth before he can stop it, "You've been kissing them all." He doesn't say it as a question, he says it as a statement, and Y/N shrugged her shoulders a bit.

"I. . .not everyone," she told him, "Just the ones who want it."

"Who wants it?"

Y/N holds up her hand, counting on her fingers, "Um, Jisungie likes them sometimes, Felix does, Changbin likes them, Chan gets shy about it but he likes them too."

"Seungmin?" Minho presses but Y/N scrunched her nose.

"Nooo, not yet," she tells him, "He's nervous about it or something, I dunno'. I told him if he ever wants to we will."

"And you just kissed them? Or did they kiss you?"

Y/N pushes her hair from her face, "They kissed me first," she explained, "I told them it was okay first though, so. . ."

And he doesn't know. . .he isn't sure if he's ready for that. Ready to feel her like that, in his lap, with her lips on his that might just be. . .he thinks that might be too much. Doesn't know if he could be normal about it, or if he would get stiff and awkward and unsure, because really he hasn't kissed that many people before.

"Maybe not. . .maybe not now? I don't know," but he feels jealousy coil deep in his belly; he hates feeling left out of something.

"Okay," she nods, her smile is gentle, "Whatever you want."

He isn't sure what this means for him, or for them as a group, or even for Y/N -- what does she get out of this? Maybe she was just as touch-starved and needy as he felt sometimes and this was a way to combat that. Or maybe she was like Chan, self-sacrificing in a way that leads her to situations where she's used for cuddles and kissing and all those warm fuzzy relationship things without actually having to be in a relationship.

But whatever it is, he doesn't want to dwell on it. This feels good, just how it feels good cuddling with the boys. It's just different though -- a different good; where they are sinewy and sturdy, she's soft, moldable. She moves how he wants her to easily, like Felix does, and she's not as fidgety as Jisung, and she smells as good as Hyunjin (honestly she smells like him, and Minho wonders if she'd just been snuggling with him earlier today) but she's a solid, reassuring weight like Chan and she nuzzles how Changbin does. Her fingers dance along the fabric of his shirt, plucking and pulling at it like she was trying to busy her hands and it reminds him of Seungmin. And she's just as ticklish as Jeongin is, when she curls toward his hand after he shifts it toward her waist, a giggle at her mouth.

So no kisses for now, but cuddles for sure. And when she said "kisses and all that", Minho wondered what all that was.

He guesses he'll find out sooner or later.

. . .

He found out sooner rather than later, and probably not in the way that he would have liked.

Minho is big on knocking on doors, that's how he's always been because he was raised to be polite and courteous above all. And he usually follows that in their dorm, and expects the others to do the same, unless they really needed something or he was asleep. It just helps, for privacy reasons, and he thinks it helps them avoid embarrassing situations.

But Felix had his door cracked, and if the door is cracked then it's fair game. So Minho didn't bother knocking, just pressed his palm to the door and let it swing open, his intent to ask Felix if he wanted to eat what Minho was cooking tonight. He expected Felix to be at his gaming set up, sure, so that wasn't a surprise. What he wasn't expecting was for Y/N to be nestled between his legs, her mouth full of him.

Neither even look concerned about him seeing it. Felix had his headphones on so he doesn't hear him but Y/N does, startles with a small jump before pulling away. When she looks to the door, a smile stretches over her mouth, "Hi Minnie," she said sweetly -- sweet enough that Minho would second guess anything had been going on before he walked in.

"Fuck, sorry," he darted his gaze elsewhere, but the image of her with her lips are swollen and red would haunt his (wet) dreams forever, "I was just -- I came to ask about dinner."

She turned to Felix, nudging his thigh to grab his attention and he looks down at her first, then cranes his neck when she points to the door, "Minnie-hyung," his smile matches hers, and really, nobody was embarrassed about being caught? "Sorry I didn't hear you come in, I'm like deep into this game," he pulls one headphone off his ear, "Is everything okay?"

"Um, yes," don't look at his lap, don't look at his lap, don't look at his lap, "Just came to see if you were -- if you were going to order or if you wanted the jajangmyeon I was cooking."

"Mm, I love your meals best, you know," normally this sentiment warms him, but he really can't focus at all, "Y/N and I were supposed to order, but is it okay if she eats your meal as well? Do you have enough?"

Minho glances at her again, she smiles when they make eye contact again, and Minho is nodding, his gaze darting away, "Yeah, yes, of course."

"Yayyy," she cheers, her voice is gruff and a little raspy, and Minho's mind spins, "I'm excited. I've never gotten to have your cooking before."

"Really?" Felix looks down toward her, removing one of his hands from the controller and petting over the top of her head, "It's so good, you'll love it."

Minho wonders if he's actually hallucinating the situation, and Y/N isn't actually on her knees in front of Felix. But when he nods, bids his farewell and lets the door click close behind him, he can hear the sharp inhale and breathy moan Felix lets out. She must have sunk right back onto him as soon as he'd left.

"Ah-ah that's it, you're so good with your mouth."

He feels dizzy -- he makes the rest of the food in a daze and tries desperately not to think about it but only is able to think about it. That night he falls asleep after he fixed his hand around his dick, twisting and squeezing until he cums pitifully over his hands, biting on a pillow to muffle his own noises.

Breathless and panting, he tries not to consider what she must be doing with everyone else. And he tries to ignore the jealousy that bubbles beneath his skin.

. . .

When Minho sees Seungmin pucker his lips and Y/N meet his mouth, he's just about had it. It's finally the straw that breaks the camels back, forcing him into action, or at least forces him to do something. . . to bring it up. He knows that Y/N will sometimes linger in the living room after everyone retires to their own room. Half the time it's where she falls asleep, if not with Seungmin or Felix (who always seem to have extra space in their twin size for her), so he waits a little while, until he knows everyone is shut in for the night.

And, low and behold, there she was laying on the couch like it was her dorm. The lamp is the only light on in the room, casting a familiar yellow glow over her. She's got a blanket pulled loosely up to her stomach, her head on what looks like one of Jeongin's pillows (he always has a spare to give out) with her hands above her head, looking at her phone. She's got an earbud in, and she's grinning at something, giggling a little through a puff of air from her nose -- she must be planning on spending the night here.

It only takes her a second to notice him hovering and staring, she startles and smiles a little, "Oh, hi Min," she murmured, always with a nickname, her voice low and quiet, "What's wrong? You can't sleep?"

Honestly, he thinks Y/N probably belongs on at the 3RACHA (+Hyunjin) dorm more often than she belonged here. She was a night owl through and through, so while all of them in this dorm were turning in around 9 to 10PM, she was still awake for a couple of hours. Which is why she would think he's trailed his way out to the living room at 10:06PM, because find sleep -- she probably imagined he was cutting through to get to the kitchen.

Instead, he's here because, "I saw you kiss Seungminnie," he walks closer to her, lingering still, "He finally wanted to?"

Y/N blinks at him, and Minho blinks back. They are both quiet for a little while, and Minho is regretting this -- thinking maybe he should go back to his room and smother himself with his pillow -- but she finally speaks, "So we aren't going to talk about it?"

His eyebrows furrow, "About what?"

"About the fact that you haven't been able to look me in the eyes since you walked into Felix's room the other day and the first time you've really spoken to me since is because I kissed Seungmin?"

He pauses. Y/N had never been shy about bringing things up but she wasn't necessarily confrontational either, so he wasn't expecting this. Honestly, he'd thought she might have forgotten that he walked in on her and Felix, because she really didn't change how she spoke to him at all, or how she acted around him. He was the one being weird, not her.

But she'd noticed -- so clearly had she noticed, and now his ears feel like they're burning and he wants to walk back into his room and pretend like he never came out here to begin with.

Y/N seems distressed though, at least the way her face pulls into a frown, lips pouted down and her brows pinched toward the center, "Listen, I know you must -- you think I'm a whore, right? That's why you're being so weird," she accused him, and Minho's eyes widen, mouth opening to deny her but she keeps going, "And I get that this is. . .it isn't conventional, but I - you guys are always so stressed out and I want to help in anyway I can so --"

"I don't think that!" He cuts her off, shaking his head, "I don't think that at all."

She doesn't seem satisfied, "You don't have to lie to me to make me feel better," her shoulders sink, "Why else would you be acting like this toward me?"

Minho hadn't realized he'd been that obvious about it. Maybe he was avoiding eye contact with her every time she tried to search for his gaze, but it was kind of normal for him to look away really quick when he locked eyes with anyone. And maybe he would make his presence light if Y/N was lingering and looming around the halls of their dorm like a friendly ghost, moving to where she's needed, but he's always kind of been distant. Maybe he hasn't cashed in that cuddle he'd whined about either, and maybe Y/N thought that was a little weird because he'd finally been getting a little more touchy with her before he walked in on her with Felix.

And maybe he gave Y/N every reason to believe that he would think something so ugly. Guilt gnaws at his throat, while he desperately tries to find the right thing to say.

"Will you -- can you come with me? Please -- I think this would be better to speak about in my room."

She doesn't hesitate when she follows him, which makes Minho feel a little better. He guides them to his room and shuts the door behind them, and Y/N lingers before he offers her to sit on his bed. She places herself gingerly, looking a little nervous, and Minho sits down beside her.

"I want those things with you," he finally speaks up, deciding it wouldn't be fair to keep wasting her time, or making her think that he had any vile thoughts toward her, "I really do, I just. . .am bad, at asking for them. And then when I don't ask, and I don't get them, then I get. . .jealous, when someone else does." He winces at himself, "I -- it's convoluted, and doesn't make sense but it's the truth. I'm just -- you know the others just eventually knew when I wanted to cuddle and when I didn't, or when I want attention and when I don't, but that was after years together. And even then, sometimes they aren't sure, so it wasn't fair of me to assume you'd know."

Y/N stares at him, she sighs, then she kicks off her slippers and crawls further into his bed. She sits up against the mountain of pillows, holds her arms out for him, and motions him over, "You don't make a lot of sense," she remarks, but it doesn't sound like she's chastising him, and Minho is called to the opening of her arms. He follows her, lets himself melt into her body, sighing when his cheek meets her stomach and he nuzzles himself close. Y/N's hands bury themselves in his hair (he finds himself hoping its soft) and she tangles her fingers up in it. Rubbing gently at his scalp, she hums a little sound, "You're gonna make me work my brain aren't you? I'll just have to get really good at reading you then, until you're comfortable coming to me yourself."

Minho nods, as he slips his arms around her body and holds her closely. Why does he deny himself of things that he likes so much? Y/N might be the easiest person to ask for things like this, yet her fumbles so bad. What was his deal? Why had he never cared so much that he was bad at asking for things like this before?

"Stop thinking, I can hear you," she pinched his shoulders and he hisses, but buries himself deeper against her, "You're so silly sometimes."

Yeah, he really is.

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mouschiwrites · 3 months

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hi hi! can I request some headcanons about the ninja (+pixal, if you're up for it) having an artist s/o? okay thank you, also I love your writing!

Oooh yess!! Where my artist ninjago enjoyers at⁉️ I’ve come to nourish you <3

Ninjago - Ninjas (+ Pixal) with an Artist s/o

Jay

Immediately asks if you can draw/paint/etc him

If you agree, he will ask again in the future

….honestly he’ll probably keep asking even if you say no

What can he say? He wants to inspire you ;)

If you have art block, he immediately jumps to pose dramatically or arrange a bowl of fruit or something

He’s equally enamored with the quality of your work and the fact that it came from your hands

He loves all your work, even the pieces you decide to scrap/re-do

“What are you doing?? That was perfect!”

“Jay? How long have you been standing there-”

On that note, he loves to watch you work

Even when you don’t know he’s watching… (he’s a little obsessed)

But the plus side of this is that he knows the exact products you use, and he can see when you’re running low

He makes sure to replenish your stocks for you :) so you won’t ever have to worry about running out mid-project

He also makes sure to flaunt your work as much as possible, especially the pieces he “inspired”

He truly thinks you’re the best artist in the world, and he WILL fight someone over it

Cole

I see Cole as a pretty artsy guy himself, so he’d be thrilled to have an artsy s/o

You might not expect it, but he’s really in tune with his feelings, so to me it makes sense

He’s not quite as artsy as you, but he knows how to appreciate it

He’s more into the performing arts himself, but he has no less respect for other types of art

He’ll totally arrange work sessions for you both, which vary depending on the vibe you’re working with

Feeling like doing something a little dark or moody? Dramatic piano. Candles. Wine/grape juice in wine glasses.

Feeling colorful? Open windows. Flowers in vases. Candy and fruit. Maybe some cartoons playing in the background.

Point being: he knows how to get a vibe going

He really loves to work alongside you, even if you’re not doing the same thing

Sometimes he tries to sketch or paint, but more often he’s just watching you work or practicing moves

(You guys totally have a shared studio btw; wood floors and barre for him, easel/supply cabinet/whatever you need for you)

You guys definitely help each other out too

He’ll teach you a few moves so you can be his dance partner every now and again, and he’s more than happy to be your muse in return

He doesn’t really do performances or anything (dance is just a side hobby), so he has all the more respect for you if you publicize your work

He loves all your work, but he’s also a great source of constructive criticism

“I like this one. It’s darker than your other pieces, though, isn’t it? More drab.”

“Yeah, that’s kinda what I was thinking. I think I was just in a mood when I made it.”

Kai

He’ll make requests, but mostly for things he thinks would be cool

“What if you did one with, like, a car shooting flames from its exhaust pipes? Oh! And the driver is super handsome with a flaming cape and swords and sunglasses that are made of pieces of the sun!”

“That is insane. …I’m starting right now.”

He really admires your art, and he’s honestly a bit jealous of your skill

He actually has a pretty creative mind, just not the means to express it

So he’ll be shy about it, but eventually he asks if you can give him some pointers

He doesn’t want to keep asking you to bring his sharks flying in jets over volcanoes to life forever, after all

He’s gotta learn to be independent!

So he’ll quietly join you while you work, watching you closely and trying to follow along

He gets frustrated when he isn’t instantly as talented as you, and you have to laughingly assure him that skill takes time

He only gains more respect for you as he tries to stay calm

He learns to truly admire your work this way

And with his admiration came a tenfold increase in support

However you share your art, he’s the #1 supporter

Posting online? He’s already liked, commented, and shared on 7 different platforms. At a showcase? He’s dressed sharply, stationed not-so-inconspicuously in front of your piece(s) and getting others to talk about them

Zane

He also has a deep appreciation for art

He doesn’t always understand non-logical things, but art has a way of resonating with him

So to have a partner who makes art…

It adds a whole new level of emotional depth to your relationship

You already make him feel complex things, so seeing art that’s from you is truly an experience

The wistfulness he gets when looking at normal art is only amplified when he remembers that your hands produced it

He likes to be with you when he admires it, squeezing your hand while he takes in the little details

He’s a quiet admirer, but he’ll absolutely attend any events you’re featured in/support any online presence you have

He never gets tired of looking at your work; or looking at you work, for that matter

If you let him, he’ll watch you work

He’s dead silent, which is either a blessing or a curse depending on how easily you get creeped out

Eventually, when you finish, he’ll stand up and join you at your side, admiring the final product

You know he likes it when he reaches for your hand with a smile, letting you rest your head against him

The most you’ll get verbally is “it’s beautiful,” but trust me, he feels so much more deeply about the piece (and you <3)

Lloyd

Lloyd is more curious than anything when he finds out you’re an artist

What kinds of art do you do? Can he see your work? Have you always liked art?

He’s eager to see your work, but he’s not sure he can “appreciate” it properly

You have to reassure him that there’s no one way to “appreciate” art, and however he feels about it, that’s just how he feels

Your response only increases his interest

He ends up getting more into art because of you

The art of appreciation, if you will

He wants to be able to understand your work more so that he knows how to support you

He mostly spends hours just staring at your work, trying to notice the little details

He’d love to watch you at work, too, if you’ll let him

He asks questions all the time, but still tries not to annoy you

He’s actually already a natural at “appreciating” art, but the fact that he’s always trying to learn only makes him better at it

So you can do nothing but smile while he tilts his head, carefully formulating his next question

They’re surprisingly deep at times:

“Do you think this piece uses smoother shapes because you were feeling relaxed, so you moved more slowly? Or perhaps you were just emulating your calmness subconsciously..?”

“That could be it. I hadn’t thought of it like that.”

“Oh, sorry, am I overanalyzing? Sorry-”

“No, no, you’re totally right.”

You’ll ruffle his hair affectionately, and he’ll wrap an arm around your shoulder while he continues to examine your piece :]

Nya

I’m gonna be honest, I don’t see Nya as the type to get all deep over the meaning of art

Like, if it’s pleasing to the eye she’ll appreciate it, but she doesn’t think about it too much

It’s just too abstract for her tastes; the pseudo-reasoning of art critics gets on her nerves

But for your work she makes an exception

Well, not really an exception—she doesn’t take to pseudo-reasoning

She knows you, she knows your feelings, so when she sees your work, she sees a piece of you in it

It’s something she doesn’t see in other art pieces; she doesn’t know the artist, so it’s nothing more than a visual piece for her

But with your pieces, she can dig deeper because she knows deeper information

That’s why she loves your work, and why she loves watching you work

You’re the only artist that makes her feel like she really understands art, and for that she appreciates you

(She still thinks that most critics talk out of their asses though)

On that note, she will fight your critics. She will hunt them down and make them regret ever trying to “understand” your work

“Tch, look at this idiot. He doesn’t even know what he’s talking about! He doesn’t know you!”

“Nya, he’s complimenting my work-”

“But he doesn’t understand it!”

Honestly you think it’s a little funny how she’s unintentionally become one of those critics who argue about a piece’s meaning

Only for you though ;)

Pixal

She has a vast trove of knowledge, but feeling is something she often struggles with

There are few things that actually give her profound emotions

Your art is one of those things

The fact that it came from you, that your hands crafted it…

It stirs something in her, and suddenly the shapes and colors come to life

She asks you about it often, trying to understand

“Why is it… calming?”

“Well, I suppose I used some pretty muted colors, and the imagery is kinda peaceful… I dunno, does it calm you?”

“Yes. It makes me feel calm.”

Obviously you’re proud of her for better recognizing her emotions

And she’s proud of herself!!

Your art helps her understand a part of her that she’s only beginning to explore

And, since it comes directly from you, she credits you with the help :)

She loves to see your finished work, but she also finds herself mesmerized by your creative process

Watching the piece come together, each motion bringing it closer to completion, helps her understand the art itself

She tells herself that it helps her understand her feelings, too

Even though she knows that not every piece is dedicated to her, she always thanks you for showing her your work <3

Thanks for this request!! And thank you for reading, take care you little rockstars <33

(divider by saradika)

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narrynukezankielover · 2 months

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If you are a Jared or Sam fan please don’t read this. If you are a Jared or Sam fan and you leave a comment I will block you without reading it so don’t bother. The end of season 6 (ep 20, 21 and 22) seems like a turning point for Destiel to me. Maybe I’ve read too many gay fan fics but it just seems like their relationship changed in these eps. Like before this point they obviously had feelings for each other but they both thought it was a crush and they both thought it would go away. Then in these eps it feels like because of the storyline they both kinda accepted their own feeling but too afraid to say anything.

In The Man Who Would Be King (think that’s right) from the very beginning of the ep there was a difference in the boys.

They were lying to each other and couldn’t even look each other in the eyes.

It looked like it was physically hurting Dean to lie to Cas and to even think that Cas was lying to him. He’s been lied to before usually by Sam and he gets pissed off but this isn’t a hurt by your brother look.

If Cas is just a friend to both Dean and Sam why is it that Sam had no problem believing Cas could lie to them and go behind their backs (that to me isn’t even friend behaviour) yet Dean defended Cas. I find it funny that Cas and Dean think they are hiding their feelings yet Bobby and Sam had to question Dean to find out what he said to Cas so obviously they know what affect they have on each other and that it’s not just friendship.

“You’re distracted.” “I’m holding up my end.” “Yes but what else are you holding up. The stench of that impala is all over your over coat angel.” So Crowley thinks Cas and Dean are haveing sex in the car by the sounds of it. I just found this funny considering only a few eps before the angel told Dean Cas was in love with him.

The fact that Cas was loosing his mind yet he still had to protect Dean and yet again he protected Dean first before Bobby and Sam and there was a small pause before he said “my friend.” It was like he wasn’t sure what to call Dean. Even at the end when Dean called Cas his family I think it surprised him. As soon as Dean said family Cas looked shocked. I think sometimes in the season he thought Dean just called him because he needed help not for any other reason and then knowing Dean thinks of him as family really surprised him. I know Dean said Cas was like a brother to him but I think he just didn’t know how to express his feeling without actually saying the truth and that was the easiest thing to say.

The moment tho that for me it all changed was when Cas was in the oil fire. Dean told Cas to look his in the eyes. It sounded like I know Bobby and Sam are here too but how could you do this to me. I’m different from them.

They both looked like they were trying not to cry. Both their eyes were glassy. Even Dean looking back at Cas before he left was emotional. He didn’t want to leave Cas in that fire. That whole scene to me was them admitting the truth to themselves.

In ep 21 I can’t believe how emotional this scene was. Like all Dean said was that Cas and Crowley can kiss his ass. Cas looks so hurt and scared and Dean has to actually put his hand up to his mouth to stop from crying.

I find it interesting that this is when they choose to get Lisa and Ben out of Deans life. I’m happy that they finally did it but it’s just interesting timeing. They could’ve done it at any point but no they chose to do it during this very Destiel episode.

I’ve heard that whenever Cas dies (which I’ve also heard is quite a few times) Dean gets depressed and suicidal. I guess in The New Boss was the beginning of it. I’m pretty sure drinking that much alcohol and watching Asian cartoon porn is considered depressed.

When Cas went to the church and the homophobic priest was trying to tell the people how god hates gay people and Cas says “your wrong. I’m utterly indifferent to sexual orientation.” They didn’t have to have the priest talk about gay people but they did. Then Cas confirming his opinion on it.

Then when they were trying to get death to kill Cas (I’m not convinced Dean would’ve let him actually do that) when death said there was more then just souls in Cas Dean looks worried for Cas. If he was willing to let death kill him he wouldn’t have been so worried.

Every time in these eps that Cas came it was always to talk to Dean never to talk to Sam. He didn’t care what Sam thought he just wanted Dean to understand what he was doing. Even when he thought he was going to die he was trying to make up with Dean. Bobby was in the room and Sam was in the building but it was Dean he wanted to make up with and it was Dean he said he was going to redeem himself to. He f*cked over a lot of people but he didn’t say I’m going to redeem myself to everyone or even you guys (as in Dean, Bobby and Sam). It was just Dean.

Last thing I think this was the first time I ever seen Dean choosing to save someone other than Sam first. When Dean went to get Sam and seen the jar of blood on the floor he had no idea what happened to Sam. Any other time he would’ve went back to Bobby with the blood and told Bobby to handle it so he could go find Sam but this time he chose to stay and save Cas. Even when those monsters took over Cas body Dean told Bobby to go get Sam. By the sounds of it he is starting to put Cas ahead of Sam. I like that.

#castiel #dean winchester #dean x castiel #cockles

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the-s1lly-corner · 5 months

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Gooooood day to you wonderful author! I hope you’re having a swell time and that those pesky wasps called negativity are swatted and shooed away. I’ve scrolled your work and have thoroughly enjoyed your stories and thoughts, so maybe if you would be so kind as to hear me out, I’d gladly pay you a penny for my thoughts!

The TADC work is brilliant, and thus I had an idea! What if this rambunctious crew, met a their S/O who is rather cartoony in nature and take to the world of the circus rather well, being bouncy, stretchy and all around a ball of joy as they embrace this toon power they’ve been given.

The idea came to me when I was fiddling with a sticky hand, whilst rewatching the pilot, and thought how amusing it would be to see someone embrace these looney toon abilities.

TADC cast x cartoony!reader !

yahoo i now have some down time to take a crack at requests today! im making gingerbread cookies, peppermint macarons w/ white chocolate ganache, and double chocolate macarons! all for a friend as a christmas gift! yahoo!! waiting for the first bath of macarons to dry out before baking; cant do both since i only have one decent sized pan that can pit my silicone mat without it bending... bent macarons..... thinks also dullahan by worthikids has me in a death grip rn so im playing that on loop while i tackle these requests i am going to go insane!

CAINE:

oh this man fully embraces it... in fact he even encourages it, i think! i mean caine himself is pretty whacky and cartoony, it only makes sense thats hes going to really enjoy you. i think his approval may lead to you being a little more rowdy than you normally would be with anyone else... likes to use IHAs to see how far your funny physics can go... bonus if you get those little... emote things when you're feeling an emotion particularly strongly (ex. hearts for adoration, the red vein for anger or annoyance, the blue line things to express sadness or disgust and the like. stuff like that idk i just think that would be neat). you guys get outright silly with it, totally funky, completely strange you know? whimsical, even! plus i like to think that caine has a touch more "cartoon physics" than the others but thats just admin being silly

POMNI:

obligatory "pomni is put off by it at first thanks to her being new and having to adjust to the physics of this new digital world.... well adjust to the digital world as a whole" so without a doubt, shes going to look mildly uncomfortable or confused when you just fully embrace to funky cartoon physics of the world. in fact it even looks like your physics are even more cartoony than everyone else's... odd.... i think it would take her some time to get used to it, but she wouldnt try to be rude about it or make you feel bad for her surprise discomfort, you know? doesnt like when your rambunctiousness makes you a little reckless, though, but thats just her care for you showing! you can be a little overwhelming for her, sometimes, by being all... bouncing off the walls... literally and physically... communication is key here if you guys want a decent relationship; be it romantic or platonic

RAGATHA:

for the most part she loves you for who you are, and your randomness and shenanigans do put a smile on her face more often than not. she just finds you so endearing, and finds your funky physics to be just as cute! buuuuut.... sometimes you can get overwhelming... ragatha already has so much on her plate, with being this beacon of optimism for herself and others, the IHAs, having to make sure no one is at each others throats.. i mean i know we only have the pilot to work off thus far but ragatha gives me mediator vibes. so getting back on topic, i do think that sometimes she needs to be firm and let you know to tone it down, or to let her have a moment to herself because the last thing she wants to do is make you feel bad if she gets too irritated... holds

JAX:

another obligatory thing but you can stretch and squash hes going to try to find a way to tie that in with a prank or one of his jokes. now if youre teaming up with him or the one being pranked really depends on how jax feels; because i think even his "partner in crime" wouldnt be immune to his bullshit. but consider, given the readers personality, what if theyre a little bit of a prankster themselves and they utilize their extra bounciness for pranks; effectively starting a prank war with jax. like imagine the chaos that would spew from something like that. i could go on a tangent for that, but the admin has a pea brain rn TToTT

has probably crushed you down into a ball shape and used you as a bowling ball. throws you. au where reader is in the circus but theyre the bowling ball jax throws at kinger

KINGER:

honestly he might mistake you for an npc at first and be wary of getting close to you because... well you arent real... except you are..! it takes him a while to realize that, he didnt know someone as whacky as you could exist, and hes been here for a long while! that said when you guys do befriend each other. please try to tone down any recklessness that may come with your rambunctiousness, this poor old man is already stressing out enough about things...! dont give him a heart attack,..! though i guess the bonus of having funky whacky body physics is that you give good hugs and/or cuddles since you can easily and comfortably wrap yourself around the other person.... ponders... so you know what, at least hes comforted via that

ZOOBLE:

easily irritated so you guys are going to have to work together to make things word; so zooble doesnt too overstimulated and so you dont have to change or greatly suppress yourself. say it with me: communication is key, baby!!! definitely takes a lot of time to make something work.... stealing this idea from jax's part, but if youre in the middle of a prank war with jax, where its just you and him going at each other zooble is going to be sliding you ideas and perhaps might come up with ideas to utilize your weird anatomy... very evil, they just want to see jax get karma, i think...

GANGLE:

also can get easily overwhelmed with your wild personality, but not so much in an "overstimulated" way and more so a... wait no i guess thats the best wording for it? plus gangle seems to be the type of person to enjoy her calm and quiet peaceful time, when shes not thrust into the chaos of an IHA... so similar to zooble, you guys are going to have to do a lot of communication and teamwork if you want a good relationship. gangle DOES feel bad, though, like she is inconveniencing you... please reassure her... not many ideas for the whacky physics thing here, simply because i dont think she would have any special thoughts about anyone's looks or bodies if that makes sense

#tadc x reader #the amazing digital circus x reader #digital circus x reader #caine x reader #pomni x reader #ragatha x reader #jax x reader #kinger x reader #zooble x reader #gangle x reader

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nqctar · 4 months

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★ snoring troubles

pairings: cg! seok matthew x f!little reader. genre: sfw age regression, fluff. warnings: no major warnings apply. brief (non-sexual) usage of "daddy."

석매튜 / cg!seok matthew x female!little reader ✿

dni: you sexualize age regression.

word count: 681

summary: your cg, matthew, unknowingly prevents you from sleeping.

"this cannot be happening." you think to yourself, staring up at the ceiling. normally, you would've fallen asleep with ease, letting your dreams take over for the night as your imagination soared.

though tonight, any chance of getting sleep was basically out of the window. beside you slept matthew, deep as ever in his slumber and unluckily for you, snoring absurdly loud.

you tossed and turned, picking your pillow up and hitting him with it a few times in hopes of getting him to stop. any attempt was futile, because he continued to snore beside you as if there wasn't a very tired little next to him.

"mattie?" you tried, to no avail.

"mattie, you gotta stop snoring!" you whisper-yelled. even though you were becoming frustrated, you kept his rule about inside voices in mind. though, did a situation like this call for inside voices? you couldn't tell. not wanting to potentially make him mad, you refrained from screaming directly in his ear.

even though that was really really tempting.

suddenly, a thought popped into your head. you'd woken matt up this way before, all it took was a whisper of the title you call him when you're feeling extra little. as if he were some sort of sleeper agent, he'd wake up immediately if you called him this.

so, you tried.

"daddy?" you said, hoping he'd jump to your attention.

still, absolutely nothing. he continued his lawn mower like snoring next to you. growing angry, you hit him with your pillow three more times before deciding to move to the living room.

"meanie." you mumbled through your paci.

you grabbed your dollie and blanket, quietly trudging to the sofa. none of this was fair to you, mattie was the one snoring, therefore he should be banished to the sofa!

huffing as you tried to make yourself comfortable, turning on cartoons was your only chance at having something to lull you to sleep. when matt wasn't snoring, he sometimes sang you to sleep.

snoring does NOT count as singing.

finally, you were dozing off into dreamland. even though you would've preferred to be cuddled up next to mattie instead of having to just cuddle your dollie, it was better than suffering through more comically loud snoring.

and then, someone cleared their throat behind you.

just as you were about to fall asleep.

this made your blood boil.

turning to look at matthew, he stood with his arms crossed and an unamused look on his face.

"why are you up this late? you're supposed to be in bed right now."

now definitely angry and done with following the rules, you pick up the pillow beside you and throw it at his face.

"YOU WOULDN'T SHUT UP!" you yelled, on the verge of tears now. it was way too late for you to be up while regressed, but this was in no way your fault.

matt's expression softened once he saw how distraught you looked, coming over to you and wrapping you in his arms.

"hey, shh. you're okay. tell mattie what's wrong, hm?"

where would you even begin?

"mattie kept snoring so loud! i tried waking you up so many times.." you sniffled.

matthew stifled a giggle, knowing how upset you were. though to him, the situation was just a teeny tiny bit funny.

"aw princess, i'm so sorry!" he kisses the top of your head, still cradling you in his arms.

"how could i be so inconsiderate to my little baby?" matthew whispers, rocking you side to side.

"mattie is such a meanie..." you trailed off.

whatever he was doing was definitely working, because you felt yourself growing more and more sleepy. at some point, you closed your eyes and fell asleep.

matt carried you back to the bedroom and moved you so that you were cuddled against his chest. quietly, he began singing while tracing circles with his fingertips on your skin.

"i love you so much, pretty girl." he whispers.

this time, there was absolutely no snoring. just the sound of matt's heartbeat as you laid against his chest.

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sporesgalaxy · 4 months

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You have a knack for designing fan characters that fit super well with the rest of the cast! How do you so this? Very cool

Thank you very much!!!! Here is my best shot at talking thru all my reasoning!!!

So...the term "visual language" is really especially apt for this. Understanding the logic behind the character design in something feels a lot like getting to know a language.

Earlier on, I think my process included a lot more rewatching/rereading the source material for visual reference and scowering wiki galleries. I always especially pay attention to background characters because they will sometimes have more variety-- this broadens my "vocabulary" in the show or comic's visual language, and I can express more varied things in more natural-feeling ways.

Nowadays I tend to approach every visual story with the intention of dissecting the art style and character design from the get-go, so I do a lot of mental cataloguing on my first go-through of anything.

I think a good way to think about it is to break the character design down into chunks. The chunks I tend to use are

what art styles and real-world fashions does the costume design draw from?

how are outstanding physical traits emphasized? What art styles does this emphasis draw from?

of the design elements I know I want for my character, are any of them NOT rendered in the original material? where could I find a reference to something similar? (In one of the styles it draws inspo from? Or could I find a similarly constructed but nonidentical thing to model it after?)

Even if you're not necessarily planning to always imitate the art style of the original, that art style will have a lot of influence over the character design choices, so understanding style will help you understand the character design.

It's like understading a word because you know its latin root, or the context it was used in. This is most difficult for me with costume design, because real-world contexts are not always considered in stuff like cartoons and comics, where no one has to think about the actual construction of the garment.

It's hardest to imitate someone's reasoning when that reasoning is just what they personally think "looks cool." These character designs are the ones that torment me the most. It also makes it more difficult to understand a character design if there is a cultural context to it that is alien to you. Sometimes this is obvious and you can just learn the cultural context, but sometimes cultural things are so ingrained that no one mentions them, and those can be hard to figure out because you don't know what to look for.

#asks

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unofficialmuilover · 8 months

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SHORT SERIES PART I

YUICHIRO X READER

Part I: Love is Caring

Love.

They said love is patient and love is kind.

But for y/n, love is everything but that; love is neither patient nor kind. Love is cruel, a parasite that slowly gobbles you up until you got nothing to give. Love isn't quite like those enchanting fairytales we often hear about. In reality, it can sometimes feel like a bit of a nightmare that you have to endure.

Love is an incredible rollercoaster of emotions where you experience a whirlwind of feelings, yet there are moments when you may feel a sense of emotional numbness as well.

And there is only one person to blame,

Yuichiro.

The boy who she once believed her entire world. Yuichiro, her first in everything, from playmates to friends to best friends. The one who used to shield her from cruel bullies and other kids in the playground. The one who would support her as she navigate through the confusing world of puberty. Her first taste of love. Her first sweet kiss. However, he has become the one to shatter her heart, leaving her to pick up the broken pieces.

One week into kindergarten and young Y/n's attempts at making new friends have been nothing but a disaster. The little girls in her class have continually ridiculed her, going as far as forcefully pulling at her newly-fixed pigtails adorned with delicate ribbons. Tears filled Y/n's eyes as she desperately tried to defend herself, leaving her once neat hair in disarray. On top of it all, they snatched away her precious ribbons, causing her scalp to throb with agony from their cruel gestures.

Young Yuichiro, having observed this incident and instinctively acting as an older brother, protectively positions himself in defense of y/n, asserting his authority by crossing his arms while wearing a displeased expression.

He firmly insisted that they should apologize to Y/n and return her ribbon ties. However, those little girls got scared of Yuichiro's intimidating demeanor, which prompted them to discard the ribbons onto the ground and run away from him.

Glaring at their retreating figures, he let out a small huff before bending down to pick the ribbons ties up. As he turned to meet the gaze of the little girl, Y/n, who was seated on the playground, tears streaking her face, he couldn't help but wonder why she let those kids ridicule her.

And in Y/n's eyes, he appeared to be the epitome of a knight in shining armor, much like the beloved cartoon characters that she loves to watch during noon time.

The young boy reached his hand towards her, "get up" he said, his face scrunching, as he gazed upon her, But y/n didn't cower away from him, instead, she innocently grabbed his hand and he pulled her up

"Why are you allowing them to push you around?" Yuichiro inquired, concerned clearly in his mint-green eyes as he curiously observed her.

"I actually wanted to make friends," she said, pouting slightly, her flushed cheeks showing her vulnerability.

"Friends don't hurt each other," he stated, frowning at the idea of friends causing harm to one another.

"Then, would you like to be my friend?" she innocently asked him.

Yuichiro stared at her, realizing that she likely asked just anyone to be her friend, but he didn't refuse her. Slowly, he nodded before little Y/n let out a delighted squeal and hugged him.

That's how their beautiful friendship began. As they were growing up, Yuichiro and Y/n formed an unbreakable bond, becoming the best of friends. Even though Yuichiro had a younger twin brother, Muichiro, his connection with Y/n was something extraordinary. Yuichiro always made sure to be by her side, supporting her in every situation with genuine care. Spending as much time as they can with each other, building a strong bond and cherishing precious moments.

Once you and Yuichiro got to high school, it was clear that you two were practically joined at the hip. The two of you had such a strong bond that even a mere facial expression was enough to understand each other completely.

You and Yuichiro headed out of the classroom together once the class was over, and waited for Muichiro to join you along the way.

Once Muichiro caught up, he excitedly began chattering away about the adorable and sweet girl he had encountered in his class. With a cheerful grin, he turned to you and shared, 'She is just so cute and jolly!"

You couldn't help but smile as you listened to him excitedly chattering about this girl. "look! That's her!" He eagerly pointed, tugging on your arms to make sure you saw her too. Turning your gaze in the direction he was indicating, you spotted a girl with brown hair tied up in a pretty black bow. She was slightly shorter than Muichiro, but radiated cheerfulness as she eagerly waved at us. "Hi Mari!" He called out, his grin reaching ear to ear as he waved at her.

"C'mon Y/n, I'm so excited to introduce you!" Muichiro chirped with joy, gently tugging your arm as if urging you to join him. However, Yuichiro, his older twin brother, suddenly reached out and grabbed your free hand, as if trying to prevent you from going. You turned your head towards him, offering a cheerful glance to reassure him that it wouldn't take too long, and happily pulled him along with you.

He only grunted in response. You were so excited to invite Yuichiro over to try out the amazing new survival game you had downloaded online. It was absolutely fantastic! However, Yuichiro and Muichiro couldn't stay for long at your place, so he wanted to head straight there to make sure he had more time to enjoy but now, you were getting distracted.

Muichiro started to introduce you all three. "Hey Mari, I want you to meet my good friend, Y/n, and my older twin brother, Yuichiro," Muichiro cheerfully introduced, his voice filled with warmth and friendliness.

The brown-haired girl smiled sweetly at you and reached her hands out for you to shake, saying "Nice to meet you Y/n-san and Yuichiro-san."

"Hi Mari," you began, extending your hand to shake hers and murmuring, "Nice to meet you too." You smiled at the brown-haired girl in front of you, silently agreeing with Muichiro's observation that she is indeed cute. You gently nudged Yuichiro, who had been quiet beside you, to talk to her as well. He, being his snob self as always, listened to your signal and shook her hand.

"Nice to meet you too," he muttered softly. Mari hesitated as she awkwardly shook his hand, taken aback by Yuichiro's lack of enthusiasm. Your eyes widened at his tone, and you instinctively reached out, grabbing his arm. "I'm sorry about that, Mari. Yuichiro isn't feeling well, but he's actually a nice person." You gave her a reassuring smile. "However, we do need to leave now. It was genuinely lovely to meet you though." You smiled awkwardly before dragging Yuichiro away there and waving her goodbye.

"That's not very kind," you gently scolded your friend as you pulled him aside. Yuichiro has always had a bit of a distant demeanor, so it's quite remarkable how the two of you formed such a close bond.

"What?" he innocently questioned, even though you were aware he understood exactly what you were referring to.

"You should be supportive of your brother, he may have found his crush" you responded, squinting your eyes at him while the two of you waited for Muichiro to bid farewell to his friend, whom you had abruptly left behind.

"What? You can't have a crush on someone you just met!" he chuckled, shaking his head in disapproval.

You momentarily paused at his comment, relieved that he hadn't noticed your brief pause at his words.

'Yes, I definitely can,' you silently thought, 'I just didn't realize it was a crush until I understood its meaning.'

"I like you," you blurted out, caught off guard by your own words. The words slipped out before you could stop them. You widened your eyes, feeling the shock settle in. Your world suddenly stood still, heart pounding and hearing muffled. What the hell just happened?

Yuichiro froze, as if someone had drenched him with a bucket of water. "What?!" he exclaimed, blurting out the first word that came to mind.

You scrambled to find an excuse, desperately saying, "I mean, I like you as a friend, you idiot," hoping he would believe your words.

Relief washed over Yuichiro as he let out a sigh. You couldn't help but feel a pang in your heart at his reaction. Was he relieved because you didn't have romantic feelings for him?

"Good! Because I never saw you that way. You're my best friend," he chuckled, playfully ruffling your hair.

"Hey!" You playfully slapped his hand away, annoyed that he had once again messed up your hair.

"As if! I would never see you that way either. Ewwww," you replied, mustering a playful tone to hide the fact that his words had actually hurt you. You were just best friends, nothing more.

"What ew?? Have you noticed all the girls swooning over me?" He playfully teased, chuckling a little. It's undeniable that girls were checking him out, while some looked at you with envy. They probably thought you were his girlfriend. You snort at the thought.

"They were just looking and trying to figure out if you're a girl or boy because of your lovely long hair," you playfully tease, chuckling at his adorable scowling expression.

"You know what would look super cute on you, Yui?" you playfully say as you grab two long strands of hair and pull them up in a playful pigtails style. "Aaaww, look at you! You look absolutely adorable!" you gush happily. However, he quickly slaps your hands away, causing his face to turn red.

Before Yuichiro could retaliate, Muichiro caught up with the two of you. He glanced at you, clearly perplexed by your uncontrollable laughter, which caused you to turn even redder with amusement.

You were incredibly lucky to have the opportunity to playfully banter with Yuichiro! If you were anyone else, you might have regretted it because of his snobbish demeanor.

The three of you decided to head out at your home and try the game you were talking about, the three of you did have a good time playing but when the sun is about to set, they bid their farewell.

"Bye Y/n!" Muichiro cheerfully shouted as he started walking ahead.

"See you tomorrow, Y/n," Yuichiro said, giving you a warm hug like any best friend would. As he turned to leave, he paused and looked back at you. "Oh, are you still not feeling well?" His question caught you off guard. "Not feeling well? What do you mean?"

"Hey, I can tell you're not in the best mood because of the way your eyebrows are slightly furrowed. And those twitching eyes? Your twitching eyes? They are a giveaway that you're feeling some pain even if you're trying to act tough. I also notice your body emitting extra warmth." He stated, gazing at you with concern lace in his eyes.

You were gobsmacked upon hearing his words. His keen observation has left you speechless. You made sure not to show any signs of discomfort in your lower abdomen too visibly so as to not make them worry, but Yuichiro was able to see right through you.

"Just a little pain in my stomach, I'm fine though" you replied dismissively, brushing off his concern.

"Do you have a period or something?" he asked nonchalantly, causing your face to flush with embarrassment. In response, you lightly smacked his arm in humiliation. "No!" You didn't have a period but even so, he didn't have to know that.

"Ow! What? I'm your best friend?!" He groaned as he rubbed the spot where you smack him.

"Yui! Go home now!" you urged, beginning to push him out of your home, your cheeks burning crimson.

Laughing, Yuichiro relented as you embarrassedly pushed him. "Alright, alright! I shall see you tomorrow."

As soon as they departed, you locked the door and let out a sigh. Feeling your cramps intensify, you went to the kitchen in hopes that drinking some water and resting would alleviate them by the following day.

Your hopes were shattered, as the cramps you had been experiencing since the previous day had worsened. You appeared pale as a ghost during the final class, and the sensation of needing to use the bathroom persisted..

"Are you alright?!" Yuichiro asked you frantically as soon as he noticed your facial expression.

"Yes, I am perfectly fine," you sarcastically muttered, rolling your eyes at his blatantly obvious question, as it was evident that you were not okay. "No Shit, I am not fine," you groaned, holding your stomach.

He flicked his finger in your forehead "ow!" You hand immediately rub the area as you glare at the long haired boy.

"What did I tell you about bad words?!" He scolded you,

"I'm not that young Yui! And I need to go in the bathroom" you say, starting to head towards the girl's restroom with him following behind.

As you were about to enter, you looked over at him, raising your hands to halt him, with a stern gaze. "stay here" you muttered.

"Ha! As if I'm going to peak. I'd die first before seeing your ugly ass" Yuichiro counteracted with a playful smirk, arms crossed, and a slight scowl on his face.

You chose to ignore his comment and entered the restroom. To your relief, it was empty. You quickly made your way to the last stall for your business. However, to your horror, you noticed blood stains on your skirts. "Oh no," you muttered anxiously, your eyes widening as you realized it was your time of the month.

You frantically rummage through your bag and panic sets in as you come to the realization that you forgot to bring your in case of emergency pads and skirts. "Idiot," you mutter to yourself in exasperation. With everything hurting and no pads in sight, anxiety washes over you.

Time seems to stretch indefinitely as you remain in that state, desperate for a solution. Suddenly, you hear Yuichiro's persistent knocks and his booming voice from outside. "Y/n?!

You froze, you have completely forgot about Yuichiro waiting for you outside. The embarrassment you felt was overwhelming, making it impossible for you to explain your situation.

"Y/n-chan?!" Muichiro's voice called out to you, but you couldn't bring yourself to respond.

Then, Yuichiro spoke up again, his tone laced with concern. "If you're not going to answer, I'm going to kick the door open!"

In a panic, you yelled out, "I'm fine! I just have some issues."

But it was too late. The last thing you heard was the sound of the door being knocked open from the outside, followed by approaching footsteps.

"What the hell, Yui!" you exclaimed, feeling the full force of panic as a boy stepped into the girls' restroom.

"Where are you and what's the issue?!" his voice demanded.

"This is a girl issue, and I need another girl to help me. Not you! Get out!" you protested angrily, too embarrassed to handle the situation at hand.

Then, you heard more footsteps entering the restroom, accompanied by a rustling sound. Yuichiro's voice shouted, "Don't touch me!" followed by the sound of someone being dragged out of the restroom. Finally, the door closed with a sharp click.

"Y/n?" You heard a feminine familiar voice.

"Mari?!" You felt an immediate wave of relief upon recognizing her voice.

"I'm sorry, but I need some pads," you blurted out, feeling a bit embarrassed.

"Oh, don't worry! Let me just quickly check my bag," she replied from outside your stall. You could hear the sound of her rummaging through her bag before her footsteps approached the door. She knocked on it before you slightly opened it to grab the pads, mumbling your thanks.

She patiently waited for you to finish up before emerging out the stall, As she observed your flushed face, a look of concern crossed her own. You uttered in a timid manner, 'I've made a mess of my skirt,'Your hands instinctively dart behind you in an attempt to conceal the blood stains.

Her eyes widened slightly as she replied, "Oh, don't worry. Just wait here for a moment." She mumbled and swiftly left the area. After a few minutes, she returned, holding a dark blue long sleeve blazer.

"It's Yuichiro-san's, Use this" She instructed. Without hesitation, you swiftly took hold of it and secured it around your waist to discreetly conceal your behind. Grateful to her and to Yuichiro for lending you his uniform.

The both of you head out to see the tokito twins waiting for you. Yuichiro is now wearing a white polo uniform that was underneath his blazer before. He appears even more captivating than before, causing the girls to admire him dreamily as they walk by. However, his intense gaze is solely focused on you, with a slight frown etched upon his face. He pushes himself off the wall he was leaning against and approaches you.

You gave him a small smile and mumbled a thank you before he flickered your forehead once again. 'Ow! Yui!' You whimpered, frowning at him as you rubbed your head. 'Dumbass,' he muttered, rolling his eyes at you, snatching your bag from your hand, and tossing it in his back before urging you forward. You swiftly glanced at Mari and Muichiro, who were observing the two of you, and quietly muttered a quick thank you and waved them bye before proceeding out.

"What about Mui?" You asked his brother as you walked alongside him. "They're going to hang out after school," he casually replied, shrugging his shoulders. As you passed by some girls, you couldn't help but notice them batting their eyelashes at Yuichiro besides you while some give you dirty look. It didn't help that you were feeling vulnerable that moment because of your skirt but Yuichiro paid no attention to them.

Yuichiro gently put his hand at your back, he urges you to move forward and he walks behind you, subtly covering your behind. You lower your head in shame and walk straight, oblivious to the fact that Yuichiro is shooting fierce glares at anyone who dares to give you a dirty look or cause discomfort to you in any way.

I want to give credits and my thanks to @cloudymistedskies for letting me use Mari as Muichiro's partner in this short series. (It was supposed to be one shot but oh well)

#tokito yuichiro #yuichiro tokito #kny yuichiro #demon slayer #demon slayer x y/n #yuichiro x reader #yuichiro x y/n #kimetsu muichiro #demon slayer kimetsu no yaiba #kny tokitou #demon slayer tokito #kny #muichiro x reader #muichiro x you #muichiro x y/n #kimetsu yuichiro #demon slayer x reader

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spencethebence · 3 months

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Vee Doll Version 1!

This is the first doll I’ve actually finished. I'd like to talk about my process, because I’ve learned a lot going through with it!

I was very much inspired by the doll making of @strangegutz I’d been wanting to try and make my own for the longest time. I had also picked up a custom Harpy Eda doll from thecosmicdolls on etsy, so I really wanted to give it a try on my own.

I started with the head using super sculpey and painting it afterwards. It’s the first time I’ve used super sculpey instead of colored sculpey. It's sooo much easier than trying to mix color through combining clay. I like the sculpt I did, but I did it before I even had an idea what I’d do with the body. I used craft paper for the hair, a method it used for the other doll I never finished, and overall I think it turned out well. I like the cartoon-y look the paper gives the definition of the hair but it was a process to figure out how to fold and glue it into the shapes I like. For the facial features I also used pieces of paper with sticky tack so I could change the expressions if I wanted to.

The body is made out of floral wire and foam, and the clothes are made from thrifted shirt fabric, a ripped pair of jeans and GI Joe boots. The process of making the underbody was a big learning experience for me. My first body I twisted the floral wire around a ton thinking I needed it to have a sturdy base, I realized it didn’t really need to have as much support as I thought with the wire especially if I’m the only one posing it, I can take my time to make it look the best. So the next step was gluing together a bunch of pieces of foam in the shape of the body that I was just going to shove a wire through, I spent a while trying to make the under body shape as perfect as I could, but when I finally went on to make the clothes I learned something important, the shape of the underbody didn’t matter too much, the only thing that really matters for body shape is how the fabric is sewn. The first shirt I did was way too small, but luckily I did the sleeves separate from the shirt because it would be easier to put them on the doll, so I didn’t have to remake those.

My biggest take away from this all is something simple and obvious but is still something that’s always been hard for me to do. If I do something wrong, if something doesn’t turn out right, It’s GOOD to go back and do it again and do it right! Duh right? Well, I’ve always been really stubborn when it comes to art, the steps I look forward too are never the ones I’m actually working on at the moment it feels like so I’m always rushing ahead, living with my mistakes and skipping over refinement. Sometimes it’s okay to take shortcuts, and your art can never be perfect of course, but it took a lot of willpower for me to follow through and redo parts of this doll and it really helped overall. The arms and legs were all individual parts at first, and this made it so difficult to dress and work with it. I took a step back, thought it over and refined it, redoing the arms and legs with a single long piece of foam for each that was easy to get the fabric over. This solidified the process for me, because I took the time to redo it. I've set myself up to work better next time.

I will be very honest, I don’t think this doll is that good, there’s a ton of things I think are off about it, I feel like the head style doesn’t make the rest of the doll. The proportions are off all over the place, and my sewing skills are still pretty mid after all these years. BUT I’ve never been prouder of myself actually following through and finishing and learning something from this process. I’ve figured out a lot of the process and I really want to go through and make another version of it.

#Vee :D #Vee Noceda #vee the owl house #vee the basilisk #vee toh #toh #the owl house #doll #ooak doll #art doll #myart

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cannoliparty · 3 months

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jadekat & why i love it

jadekats this really interesting homestuck pairing to me! i feel like its because both jade & karkat are cool characters on their own, but their great strengths come with great flaws, and their dynamic balances out these flaws so well. it's a strangely underrated pairing too, considering jade is probably the character karkat most obviously flushes for in the comic, next to terezi. ill be explaining why i think this bond is so overlooked.

jade has a variety of strengths. as a witch of space, it makes sense. space is on a more grand level of intuition and clear knowledge on a vast amount of things, leading to space players sometimes not being able to explain the way things are in detail. this vastness also comes with a "wait-and-see" approach, as space is always growing organically, like an organism/plant. as a witch, jade followed through completing time loops with eagerness and a loss of wanting to know exactly why these loops must be fulfilled, simply believing things like fate knew what they were doing, and everything would come into order. shes also very well-versed in science, rifles, childhood cartoons, plants... she does everything she possibly can with the space around her, manipulating it (therefore "manipulating space") to her own will!

on a more characteristic standpoint, jade is socially isolated. shes nice to everyone she comes across (until theyre mean) but she has isolation problems. living on an island alone has made her used to having things done in her own methodical and scientific way, simply because thats the way she believes in. shes at a loss when it comes to chaotic, unorderly things like karkat's memos with his future/past selves! she just doesnt know how to handle it because she's only known how to be in tune with her own thoughts & feelings.

karkat is well-versed in the way relationships are supposed to go. he's watched an abundance of rom-coms and dealed with all his friends as a leader. it makes sense why he's so good at knowing how others feel and how to care for them. the problem is that he doesn't know how to outwardly express his own feelings or care at all. he doesn't know how to approach terezi without fighting with her, but still constantly pesters these people he likes with his angry, nonsensical ways.

when jade and karkat interact in the comic, it's confusing at first. karkat is constantly pestering jade at random intervals of time, and this ruins her ordered way of working around stuff. she develops these "conversation passwords", an intuitive way of staying on the same time track with the trolls. karkat is obviously angered by jade's action, but after realizing jade won't budge about it he goes along with it. in openbound, it's even revealed he used one of these conversation keys as a password for his own memories in a dream bubble!

in the memos with karkat's multiple selves, jade learns not everything can always be so orderly and clear, and this is very hard for her to stomach. she wants to quit dealing with it, but karkat's stubborness makes her deal with these messy, personal feelings.

in summary, jadekat's this great, balanced dynamic. jade teaches karkat to be more open and true to himself and his own feelings, while also getting him out of trouble with ridiculous things like future selves and all-over-the-time-loop conversations with clear solutions to get him back into the big picture. karkat teaches jade to consider the smaller details and how the more orderly paths can't constantly be taken to solve something.

this is all i have right now, i hope it makes sense!! i tried not to connect this to a lot of classpecting cuz i feel like jadekat's mainly about focusing on the very feelings of the characters (whether clear or messy) instead of just connecting them to a grander thing. lmk if u have any thoughts on jadekat or just jade/karkat in general ^_^!!

#cannoliblabbing #homestuck #jadekat #classpecting #jade harley #karkat vantas

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rockybloo · 3 months

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Just saw a lovely post talk about some romantic things, like how it went against the "I'll die/kill for you cause i love you" and went instead, "would you not rest, care for yourself, come back safe, lay with me, be with me" Have Ruth and Tracy ever gotten in a disagreement like that? Or a burst of strong emotions that really showed how deeply they care for one another?

Ruth and Tracy are very interested compared to my other ships because they are like...the least romantic together.

They do have feelings for each other but they are very constipated emotionally and have such drastic ways of expressing their emotions to each other. And with Ruth being a cartoon, she constantly takes the most extreme routes and is used to seeing extreme reactions back so Tracy's more tired and subtle demeanor flies over her head sometimes and she even misreads him from time to time.

Ruth is also basically immortal while Tracy is not.

Which means Ruth can put herself through some crazy things while Tracy has to hang back whenever they do wind up confronting a killer toon. Ruth can take a bonk on the head with an oversized mallet and live. Tracy becomes a bloody and fractured stain on the ground.

That doesn't mean Tracy never worries about Ruth since all that slap stick has to hurt. So he typically tries to get Ruth to stop being so reckless but it comes off like a lecture while she is just "Oh PLEASE! I can handle 'em boss! Stop naggin me!" when Tracy doesn't want the only person who has shown genuine care for him (outside of Leroy and Miriam) to get hurt.

They frequently have arguments stemming from Ruth and her cartoon shenanigans and Tracy just not liking her getting knocked around so hard when she doesn't have to. Especially when it comes to Wesley and the weird tricks he pulls.

Miriam and Leroy often watch these fights with popcorn and soda in hand.

#ask #ask: anvil wings #ask: ruth #ask: tracy #ask: cookies and cream #that prompt does have the juiciest jack x nana energy tho

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vampireimiko · 9 months

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Hey heyyy saw your slots were open so here I am!! Could you maybe write a jealous Gwen Stacy x male!reader Drabble or oneshot. Where M!reader has a childhood friend who comes back to NY and so readers been spending a lot more time with them than Gwen and she gets kinda jealous/sad because M!readers the only friend she’s made since Peters death! Maybeeee a sad confession could be thrown in there too?😏

But yeah take your time and feel free to deny <33😋💞

echoes of friendship

warnings, none !! wee bit of angst but nothing major at all

note, IM SOSOSOOSOSOSOS SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG TO MAKE ☹️

"Okay okay, but-" You said walking down the school hallway with Gwen as the two of you debate about a fight between favorite cartoon characters.

"But nothing!' Gwen interjects with a smile on her face, "(insert character) easily beats (insert character) with no trouble."

"Nuh uh, remember when (insert character) went against (insert character)? They mopped the floor with them...." You trailed off, suddenly stopping when you heard your name being called from down the hallway.

The voice sounded so familiar, you knew that voice.

"Yo Y/N!" Was the last thing you heard before being engulfed in a hug and tackled to the ground, and that's how it all started.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ After your childhood friends sudden visit, Gwen began to distance herself from you, she claimed she wanted you to enjoy the time with your friend while they were still here. But you could tell it was something deeper than that.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ You invited Gwen to hang with the two of you but she always declined, claiming having something come up or just not feeling up to hanging out. At this point, you were convinced she was avoiding you.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ When you finally decided to confront her about it, that wall that Gwen finally caved.

"Gwen? Have you been avoiding me?" You asked her, your voice tinged with concern as you twiddled with your fingers.

Gwen's gaze shifted away, her expression momentarily pained before she sighed softly. "I... Yeah, I guess I have been," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.

You felt a pang of confusion mixed with empathy. "Is there a reason? Did I do something wrong?"

Gwen's eyes met yours, her vulnerability on display. "It's not you, Y/N. It's just... When your childhood friend came back, it felt like things were changing. Like I was losing the connection we had. And it made me remember my first best friend, who isn't here anymore. I got jealous and... I guess I didn't handle it well."

Your heart went out to her, understanding dawning upon you. "I'm so sorry, Gwen. I didn't mean for this to come between us. You're still my friend, and nothing has changed."

Gwen offered a small, grateful smile. "I know, it's just... hard sometimes. I want to be happy for you, but it's been tough for me."

You reached out and gently took her hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. "We can work through this together, Gwen. And if you're up for it, maybe you could join us when my childhood friend hangs out? You don't have to feel left out."

Her smile grew a bit more genuine. "Yeah, maybe I could give it a try. Thanks, Y/N."

With that, the two of you shared a moment of understanding, knowing that your friendship was strong enough to weather these emotions and changes.

𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞; 𝐎𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐍 𝐈𝐌 𝐒𝐎 𝐒𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐓𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐒𝐎 𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆. 𝐉𝐔𝐋𝐘 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐓 𝐌𝐘 𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐇 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐃𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐇 𝐌𝐘 𝐏𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄𝐃 😭 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬, 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐬𝐦 (𝐢𝐟 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐟𝐮𝐥) 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 !!

𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧

#spirits works 🤍#x black reader #black!reader #black reader #x male reader #x black male reader #gwen stacy x male reader #gwen stacy x reader #atsv x reader #atsv x male reader #atsv x black reader

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autisticlancemcclain · 2 years

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“And for the tasks we have today…” Allura says, flipping to a page in her sparkly pink planner (a gift from Pidge and Lance via the space mall, that Allura loved to pieces), “we need two people for a supply run, and one person to do that diplomatic mission for the Coalitions newest ally.”

“Do you have anyone in particular in mind?”

“Nope! Up to you.”

“Alright,” Shiro says, “I know Pidge and Hunk have that hyrdroponic system they’re hoping to work on today, so that leaves them out.”

“Coran mentioned he wanted to test his new training sim for any errors before he has us try it,” Allura adds.

“So that leaves you, me, Keith, and Lance available,” Shiro summarizes.

The words aren’t even out of his mouth before Allura’s hand fly to her nose: “Dibs on free time!” she shouts, and Shiro scowls.

“Not fair,” he complains, but Allura just shrugs at him.

“Bulk up the reflexes, beefcake,” she says, and dear Lord he needs to keep Pidge as far away from the princess as possible, apparently.

“Fine,” Shiro concedes with a sigh. “I guess I’ll go on the supply run.” He grins, suddenly remembering something that makes him very happy about this arrangement, actually.

Allura narrows her eyes. “Why are you happy about that. You should not be happy about that. You hate supply runs.”

Shiro rubs his hands together like a cartoon villain, because he feels like one, and it’s great. “I do hate supply runs. But. I was up early this morning, and I happened to see Keith come out of Lance’s room instead of his own, and I am suddenly very grateful for several hours locked in a pod with him, where he cannot leave the conversation and I can be as annoying as possible.”

“Hey, you withheld information! That’s not fair! If I had known there was klance drama I would’ve taken the supply run!”

Shiro smiles smugly at her. “Bulk up on the reconnaissance, beefcake,” he taunts.

Allura rolls her eyes. “It sounds dorky when you say it.”

Unfortunately she is correct, but Shiro left his dignity behind on Earth several years ago, so it truly does not matter.

“Don’t care,” Shiro says serenely. “Anyways, that leaves Lance for the diplomatic mission, which is good. He’s great at those, and he seems to like them. Well, I think he does.”

Allura raises an eyebrow. “You think?”

“I genuinely cannot get a read on him. Every time I give him a solo diplomatic mission, he gets this — pinched expression, almost? But then he gets all excited about making friends, so. I’m not sure how to interpret that one.”

“That is strange,” Allura agrees. “He’s usually pretty straightforward.”

“I know! But he does a really good job on the missions, so I think he’s happy with them? If he asks me to stop then I will, but until then…”

“No, I think he’s fine. He might just be nervous, you know he sometimes doubts himself.”

“Oh, that makes sense. I’ll make sure to remind him that we’re proud of him.”

“Good. We’re done here, then? I have free time to enjoy.”

Shiro sticks his tongue out at her. “Yes, you horrible cheater.”

She smirks back at him, gathering her sparkly planner and several dozen gel pens up before prancing out of the briefing room, wiggling her fingers in a smug little wave, because she is a horrible jerk.

Shiro rolls his eyes fondly, pulling up the files for the diplomatic mission and sending Lance a quick message on the comms, asking him to come down. It’s really only a sort of official welcoming into the Coalition; getting paperwork signed and meeting all necessary government officials, which is why it’s a one-paladin job. And Lance is one of their best in terms of socializing, so he gets sent on these missions often.

“Is that the mission folder?”

The voice comes suddenly, right next to his ear, making Shiro screech and jump so hard he nearly falls out of his chair.

“Jesus Christ, Holy Joseph, and the Mother Mary!” he shouts, pressing a hand on top of his galloping heart. He glares at the perpetrator. “Why do you keep doing that, Lance?!”

“S — sorry,” Lance tries, but he’s laughing to much for Shiro to buy it.

“You are not sorry, you little jackass,” Shiro snaps, but there is very little heat behind it. “You enjoy doing that every time.”

“I would enjoy it less if you had a less funny reaction.”

“My reaction is not that funny.”

“Shiro, you act like an astonished old Catholic lady. It’s funny every time.”

“It’s not that funny! Lots of people yell the lord’s name in vain when they’re startled!”

“Shiro, you’re a Buddhist.”

“Which is why it’s okay for me to do it! It’s not a sin for me!”

“Whatever, you goober,” Lance says. “Tell me about the mission.”

Shiro glares at Lance one last time, just so he knows he is Not Forgiven, before moving on.

“Right. The newest planet to join the Coalition — planet Juyin — needs our official welcoming spiel, and you’re my best bet to get that done. You’re very good at making people at ease.” Shiro makes sure to slip in a compliment, keeping his and Allura’s conversation in mind.

Lance still gets the pinched expression.

“Okay,” he says, and turns his gaze towards the file, biting his lip as he reads it over.

Shiro is familiar with the routine. Lance will read the file carefully, every word, then ask Shiro a million questions about the planet’s cultural norms — “Is eye contact seen as a form of aggression?” “Am I allowed to speak without asking permission, or is that offensive?” “Can I wear my paladin armour or do I need to get fancy clothes?” “Is there a type of greeting I should memorize?” — that are very thoughtful, and that Shiro can never answer.

(They usually end up asking Coran.)

Then Lance will slowly lose his pinched expression as he learns more about the planet’s culture, getting excited about all the people he’s going to meet an inevitably befriend, and then he’s off to complete the mission with ease. (After which he comes home and immediately ducks into his room, because “I’ve been smiling all day, Shiro, I need to do some extra skincare or I’ll get wrinkles. Do you want me to get wrinkles?”)

Lance finishes reading the file, then turns to face Shiro. Shiro braces himself for an onslaught of questions, and readies himself to message Coran —

“Is this your way of quietly kicking me off Voltron?”

— and freezes.

Huh?

“Pardon?”

Lance swallows roughly, eyes trained on his fidgety hands.

“Um, I asked if this is your way of kicking me off the team,” Lance repeats.

Shiro has never felt more like his brain was completely empty, because he has no fucking clue what to say.

“No, I got that,” he says, unsure how to proceed. “I just don’t understand where it’s coming from, buddy.”

“Well, you’re setting me up to fail, right? Giving me missions that I can’t do very well until I inevitably screw up, so then you have a real reason to get rid of me?”

Shiro feels completely lost. What is going on?

“Lance, I don’t understand. Why would I ever want you off my team?”

Lance shrugs. His eyes are still downcast, but to Shiro’s horror, a tear drips down his cheek.

“I dunno. I can’t really offer much, not like everyone else. And I’m frustrating and annoying and I mess up a lot and I’m not very smart and most people only tolerate me because they have to and —”

“Lance, breathe,” Shiro interrupts, scrambling forward to kneel in front of Lance, holding his hands tightly. “In and out, buddy, just like I’m doing. Take a minute. In and out. Just like that. Good, okay? You’re doing great.”

The tears don’t stop when Lance stops hyperventilating; if anything, they drip down faster.

Shiro has no idea how the situation slipped from him so fast.

“Lance, no one is frustrated with you, or annoyed. You’re plenty smart. No one ‘puts up with you’, we hang out with because we like you. Where’s this coming from, kiddo?”

Lance shrugs, sniffling. “You keep sending me on missions I can’t do right. When I fail, you’re not going to say it, obviously, but then you’ll have an excuse to tell me that I can’t be the blue paladin anymore and it’ll be out of your hands.”

Shiro is so confused, and a definitely little panicky. Where on Earth — or in space — is this coming from? How long has Lance been feeling this way?

And, most importantly: how can Shiro fix it?

“Lance,” Shiro says gently, “I send you on these types of missions because you’re very good at them, and because you always look excited about meeting new people. I am absolutely not looking for a reason to get rid of you; and even if I was, I would never be so underhanded about it. I promise. But seriously, hun, where is this coming from?”

Lance’s chin trembles, and more tears stream down his face. He untangles his hands from Shiro’s to press them tightly to his face. “That’s what Iverson did,” he says, muffled. “He would give me simulations that we’re different than everyone else’s and really hard for me, because he knew I’d mess up and then he’d have more of an excuse to kick me out of fighter class. I figured you were doing the same because you only really send me on the solo diplomatic missions, so.”

Shiro feels an intense mix of fury, guilt, and sorrow whirl around in his stomach. Fury because fuck Iverson — Shiro has always hated that man — and everything he’s done to Lance, who most certainly did not deserve it, and especially not as a young, still-learning kid. Guilt because he cannot believe he’s been putting Lance through this — however accidentally — and not noticed. And sorrow because, obviously, Lance is hurting, and he hates it when his kids are hurting.

“I’m not doing what Iverson is doing, Lance,” Shiro promises quietly. “I send you on these missions because I never realized you struggled with them. I thought you liked them.”

Lance peeks through his fingers to glance at Shiro, brown eyes wet and rimmed with red. When he evidently decides that Shiro is telling the truth, he drops his hands from his face, slipping them back under Shiro’s. Shiro takes the hint, squeezing them again.

“I like the part where I get to meet new people,” Lance says. “But it’s hard because I can’t read human social cues very well, let alone alien ones, so I always think I’m going to fuck up and then they’re going to get mad and call off the alliance and then their people will be unprotected and it will be all my fault. And I do fuck up all the time, too. I keep having to make up lies so they don’t know I fucked up. Like, last week I had to tell the S’eetns that plugging your ears when someone is talking to you is a human custom that means you find your conversation partner very intriguing, because they had really screechy voices and I couldn’t handle it and they got mad. I was so scared they wouldn’t believe me because I’m not very good at lying, but they did, but I was still nervous, and —”

Shiro is the king of all dumbasses. Like, seriously. He’s an idiot.

No shit Lance is having a hard time on these missions. God.

“Lance,” Shiro interrupts, “are you autistic?”

“Um, yeah?

“I didn’t know that, kiddo.”

Lance blinks. “Oh. I thought everyone knew.”

“Lance, if I knew, I never — not in a million years — would send you into intentionally stressful situations alone. Never.”

“Oh,” Lance says again, in a much smaller voice. “That makes a lot more sense. I didn’t think you were a jerk, I just thought I was being a screwup and you didn’t know how to tell me.”

“You are not a screwup, Lance McClain,” Shiro says firmly. “You are exceptional. I mean — look at you! You spent God knows how long doing these missions perfectly, even though it was unbelievably hard for you. That’s incredible.”

For the first time since this whole mess came to light, Lance smiles. It’s a small smile, but it’s a start.

“I guess so,” he says. His smile drops. “Does that mean I have to do this mission anyway?”

“Absolutely not, Lance, God,” Shiro says, aghast. “I’m proud of your strength, but I’m not going to make you keep suffering now that I know that you are, okay? God. I’m so sorry, Lance.”

Lance shrugs. “It’s fine. I liked the socializing part, anyway, so it wasn’t all bad. Besides, it’s not like I can never do a diplomatic mission again, or anything. I just maybe need to do it with a partner so they can tell me if I’m being a weirdo; that way I won’t be so scared that I’m going to fuck up all the time.”

“It’s not fine, Lance, and you’re not a weirdo.”

Lance makes a face. “I mean, objectively —”

“No, Lance. Listen to me. Are you listening to me?”

Lance looks at him with wide eyes, shocked by his intensity. He nods.

“You’re not a weirdo. I mean it. You’re just fine the way you are. And it’s not fine that I put you through that; I’m sorry and it won’t happen again.”

“I’m really not angry with you, Shiro. Seriously. I forgive you, or whatever. It was an accident, okay?”

Shiro’s clearly not going to get anything else out of him, so he decides to take what he can get.

“Alright, bud. Okay.” He squeezes Lance’s hands one more time, before moving to get up — Jesus Christ, that’s hell on his knees, he should have thought that one through and sat down, or something; but whatever, Lance is feeling better, so it’s worth it — and sit back down on his chair.

“Okay. Well, now that we’re on the same page, what do you think, Lance? Where should we go from here?”

As much as Shiro just wants to wrap Lance up in a million blankets and keep him away from anything that will every hurt him again, he realizes that that’s a guilty overreaction, and likely not what Lance needs. The best thing he can do for Lance, right now, is be as clear as possible so he doesn’t make mistakes like this in the future.

“Well, you were right on one part, like I mentioned,” Lance says, after thinking for a moment. “I like the social part. It’s fun. And so long as I’m not actively doing something wrong, I like the diplomacy stuff, too. But I’m always nervous because I feel like I’m going to say something wrong, or I’ll miss something and do something wrong. So that part kind of ruins the enjoyment part.”

“Okay — so what do you think will make that easier?”

“Maybe if I didn’t have to go alone?” Lance suggests. “Like, I have no problems when we do diplomacy missions as a team. I know we can’t afford to send everyone on these smaller missions, but maybe if I had a partner, it wouldn’t be so stressful?”

“That sounds great,” Shiro encourages. “We can do that. What else makes these missions hard?”

“Um, as much as I have fun, they’re kind of draining?”

Shiro hums. “I see. Is that why you always disappear into your room afterwards?”

“Yeah. It’s a lot of sound and light and stuff like that, so it’s nice to just quiet down after. And, some cultures are less direct than others, so I have a harder time trying to figure out the etiquette and what they’re trying to tell me, which is really draining. So sometimes I’m really exhausted after.”

“That makes sense. Hey, Lance —” Shiro gently bumps their shoulders together — “this is all easily doable, okay? This is not a problem in any way. We can make this happen. We want to make this happen, make this less stressful for you, okay?”

Lance takes a deep breath, shoulders slumping as he exhales. Most of the stress on his face fades, and he shoots Shiro a small, relieved smile.

“Okay,” he says. “Thank you.”

“Anytime, kiddo. I mean it. I want you to come to me if you’re struggling — we’re a team. I want to help you, not find an excuse to get angry with you. We’ll fix things together, but I can only do that if you come to me. Promise you’ll do your best?”

“I promise.”

“Good. Do you still want to do that mission today? I’ll go with you; Allura can go on the supply run with Keith; she’ll be happy about that.”

Lance brightens. “Yeah! Coran was telling me about the Juyins, they sound so cool! They have laser eyes. I can’t wait to meet them!”

Lance gets up, gathering the forgotten file and tucking it under his arm. Shiro follows him as he makes his way out of the briefing room, chattering all the while about all the awesome things the Juyins can do, and how much fun he and Shiro are going to have on the planet.

It’s very endearing. Shiro is very relieved he got the chance to sort this out with Lance, even if it was a difficult conversation to have, and also very pleased with how things turned out: it makes more sense to have a pair go on diplomatic missions, anyway. This decision was one he should have made months ago.

“Oh, by the way,” Lance says, stopping in his tracks. “Why did you say Allura would be excited to go on the supply run with Keith? She hates supply runs.”

If Shiro didn’t know Lance, he’d assume it was simply an innocent, offhandedly curious question.

But he does know Lance, even better now than before. And he can see exactly what that question is really asking.

“Don’t worry, Loverboy,” he says drily. “She’s not fighting you for Keith, promise.”

“That’s not why I was asking,” Lance says hotly, lying like a liar.

Shiro raises a teasing eyebrow.

“I’m serious,” he insists, but his red face gives him away.

“Okay, okay,” Shiro says, pretending to surrender. He waits a moment for Lance’s blush to fade, then strikes:

“She’s excited because she heard Keith came out of your room this morning, and is very interested to interrogate him and find out why.”

As expected, the flush explodes back on Lance’s face, and he immediately starts sputtering.

“That’s not — it’s not what it — how did she know —”

“Maybe I should send Keith with you instead of me, huh?” Shiro teases, and Lance yells.

“No! Fuck off! It’s not — you suck!” he shouts, decking Shiro in the arm.

Shiro laughs. “Oh, buddy,” he says, slinging an arm around Lance’s shoulder. “I thought I was going to get to bother Keith today, but this is so much better. You are going to be stuck in a lion with me for several hours. I cannot wait.”

Lance scowls, but doesn’t try to shove Shiro off, which tells Shiro all he needs to know. “I changed my mind. I don’t want your help anymore, I can do this alone. Ugh.”

Shiro presses a kiss to Lance’s head, ruffling his hair.

“Not a chance, kiddo,” he says over Lance’s grumbles, “not a chance.”

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