#autistic heightened hearing thanks

[bruisedconscience-reblogs]

YES HELLO AMAZN PRYME X-RAY FEATURE I HAVE A CRITICISM YOU HAVE NO MENTION OF THE SONG CHECK YES JULIET BY WE THE KINGS PLAYING WHILE JULES, JULIET, CHECKS OTHER LADIES AND KNOCKS THEM DOWN IN A GAME OF ROLLER DERBY—

[valley-of-headcanons]

Can you write a fic or hcs about Haley with a female farmer who is autistic?? Thank you! 💗💐⚖️

haley with an autistic! farmer || headcanons

haley finds your differences alluring, not off-putting.

warnings: nothing really? talking of fidgeting might trigger tics but nothing that i can see. read with caution if needed

requested by: anon! hiyaa, thank you so much for the request! sorry if everything is not 100% totally accurate, i know a good bit about the topic but there's always room for human error! feel free to kindly educate me if i need it :) anyway! hope you enjoy! :)

• When Haley found out that you were autistic, she didn't mind. She may have seen the signs or she may not have, depending on how much you masked it. She wasn't really familiar with it, or anything neurodivergent really. She knew her sister was diagnosed with something somewhere down the line, but she didn't think too much of it. But, she’d learn. For you, she'd do a lot of things that weren't usually her style.

• During your relationship, you slowly begin to unmask around her. Finding yourself more comfortable with her, you open this side of yourself up to her. She can't help but find some beauty in it. Seeing you, the true you, find solace in her? It puts a smile on her face. Whether your autism is high or low functioning, she finds your soul just as beautiful. So much different from her’s.

• If you have a tendency to fidget or tic, Haley wouldn't really know how to react at first. She'd ask what's going on, probably with an odd tone, but once after it's explained to her she understands. If you two are out in public and you need to fidget with something, she'd offer you her hand. Her fingers are always adorned with many rings, so it's no surprise that there's something to fidget with. If you two are alone, she’d also let you fidget with her hair while she lays in your lap.

• If your autism causes your emotions to be on the extremely subtle side, Haley would try her best to communicate with you. She's not perfect at the whole communication thing and would get a bit frustrated, but she’s trying. She's never tried this hard with anyone before. However, if your autism causes your emotions to be extremely heightened, things would be a little bit different. Haley could read your expressions like a book, and knew exactly what you meant without even having to ask. Of course, this leads to a little bit of miscommunication, but things happen. She’s trying her hardest.

• Haley would listen to you ramble on about your hyperfixations while doing menial tasks. Painting her nails? She’s listening to you ramble on about a certain aspect of your interest. Doing her makeup? Asking you questions about your interest, happy to hear you talk so much about it. Picking out an outfit for the day? Listening to you talk in-between outfit options. She always has an ear open for you, but she's not the best at reciprocating conversation. Haley has learned that she likes being more of a listener, not a talker. She loves hearing your voice instead of her own, these days.

• Despite your differences, you two were set on making this work. Haley cares more about you than anyone she’s ever met, and she wouldn't dare mess things up. The things that are different about you complete her, and she wouldn't change a single aspect about you. You’re her sun, moon, and all of the stars in the sky.

[airbendertendou]

various faves nd ways they stim w you! ♥︎ [ including : levi from obey me, izana, kyotani, todoroki from hnl, nishinoya, sanzu, mammon from obey me and connor ]

stimming is normal. everyone stims. this is written w an autistic or neurodivergent person in mind HOWEVER anyone can read it. everyone stims. stimming is normal. everyone stims. stimming is normal. one more time!! do not use this as a way to diagnose yourself please. thank you.

if you have a blank blog [no bio, no user, no header or profile pic, nothing reblogged, etc] do not interact with my content. you will be blocked.

i can see LEVI learning your fave kpop / jpop song to dance n sing w you. his cheeks are pink as he does the more hip-heavy movements, but he prefers the sound of girl group songs. its the most exercise he gets and it heightens his stamina, but he breathes really heavily w ease [if youre insecure abt your lack of stamina!!]. wait also matches the color scheme of the mv / dance practice you dance to ):

with IZANA, he sits criss-cross across from you on your bed. pretty eyes are narrowed a bit, but his mouth curls into his half-smile as you wiggle your fingers at him. he grabs your hand and begins pulling you back n forth so you’re rocking but he’s sitting still. it makes you laugh hysterically and he grins so so widely at the sound <3

now KYOTANI does puzzles or word searches with you!! his eyebrows furrow and his tongue pokes out in concentration. stays out of your way and lets you take the lead. if you do your puzzles in a specific way [i go by color <3] he will go to the opposite side of the table so hes still helping but isnt in your space. rubs his feet against yours when they brush

TODOROKI is your personal safe space! a little shelter of your own!! reads to himself when you skitter just into his sight, jus standing there. he doesnt even speak before he raises his arms, eyes still on his book. you dive in, swooping under whatever shirt or sweater he wears, your ear on the center of his chest so you can hear his heart. pats where he assumes your head is, and sometimes reads to you if youre disgruntled

annoys the team when NISHINOYA hears your vocal stims nd he immediately echoes them back to you. immediate responses of movie quotes, song lyrics, or whatever noise your brain is stuck on. [its funny but sometimes you get embrrassed abt the noises your brain decides to loop] but noya really tries his best to make sure youre not shy abt your stims nd lets you know youre happily welcomed!!

imagining SANZU stopping you from picking your skin [lips, cuticles, scabs, acne] by intwining your hands w his. [he also paints your nails matching colors bc nail polish has a gross taste <3] he always always ends up starting a squeezing competition w you, crushing your fingers together softly but never enough to actually hurt you. ends up giving your nose a lil kiss after ):

MAMMON gives you a full body shake lmao like grabbing your arms n shaking you until you giggle. nd he wont stop until youre laughing either!! stressed, sad, angry - he will wiggle you until youre laughing. nd he welcomes you to do the same! any time he looks /: hes silently begging you to shake him about until hes smiling again

thinking of CONNOR nd his led light swirling yellow as he blinks furiously, information flooding into his head. you always copy his blinks unconsciously, scrunching your nose as he finishes. nd he copies the scrunch you do before gently squeezing your nose between two knuckles

——♥︎——

this was v self indulgent but (: hope someone else's mood raises bc of it!!

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[chaithetics]

A Purrfect Addition

Pairing: Matt Murdock x autistic plus size f reader Prompt: Autistic joy and fluff with Matt Murdock (several prompts given in DMs) Word count: 2.8K gif by @cellophaine Warnings/themes: Fluff, no physical descriptions of reader other than being plus size, established relationship, cats, autistic joy, not proof read A/N: This is another Fics for Palestine piece! Please keep doing what you can everyone! Thank you to @gpenguin666 for donating to UNRWA and PCRF! I appreciate you sharing everything you did and giving such a lovely and personal prompt, I hope you enjoy this! I hope everyone else enjoys this, I'd love feedback and comments and reblogs are appreciated 🫶

I am so sorry for how long this took, this is the hardest fic I've ever written I swear, after getting the prompts I caught covid, had a lupus flare and then my laptop broke and I wrote half of this on my phone (which I never do) I stayed up to finish this and now it's 6am. What a cursed time but we got there!

You’d woken up early this morning, already starting your day with your current favourite breakfast. It was one that you’d been fixated on for the last few weeks, it was a safe meal but also a joyful one. Each bite leads to you scrunching up your face in joy, doing a little happy dance and humming while in your seat. 

You were comfortably sitting at the desk in the loft apartment that you now shared with the love of your life, your sweet, sweet, sweet Matt. Your laptop was in front of you, you hadn’t spent the morning doom scrolling, as you would proudly tell yourself and anyone who asked, but instead spent it looking at pictures of the cutest cats on the websites of the closest local rescues. 

Cats had always been a special interest of yours, you adored them. You loved watching videos of cats online, reading different facts about them that would then find their way into every conversation that called for a mention or when you were given the opportunity to passionately infodump. Matt would proudly smile whenever your ability to retain such specific information showed up and also whenever you were able to give him a new fact about cats and other fixations and special interests, that he’d never heard of before or even considered googling. His charming smile would also come out and you could see his eyes crinkle whenever you repeated one that he knew was your favourite as well. 

It now felt like the right time to have a new ‘housemate’, a feline addition to the Hells Kitchen apartment. You hadn’t had a cat in a few years you loved them and it was a much more practical pet to have considering your home environment and the lifestyle of Matt’s heroic double life. 

Matt had woken up and dressed for the day now, he walked out of the bedroom and followed the noises he could hear. Your heartbeat was beating excitedly as you looked at the profile of an adorable ginger cat. Matt smiled as he heard your heartbeat, placing it as a sign that you were happy and his heightened hearing could also pick up the sounds of a fidget toy twirling in your hand. 

“Morning sweetheart.” Matt spoke with traces of sleep still in his voice, you swirled around to face him in your chair smiling.

“Morning Matty.” Your cheeks heated up as you couldn’t help but melt at the sweet term of endearment, even though you’d already heard it a million times. It just always sounded so good coming from him, the way his voice said it just turned your heart to mush and flustered you each time. 

Matt’s lips quirked up into a smile, he could tell from your heartbeat and tone that you were feeling flustered and happy by his greeting, just as you always were. He came closer, ducking his head down to kiss your forehead while you sat in front of him and his hand caressed your soft arm as he did. 

“How do I look?” Matt asked as he waited for your verdict. 

That simple question had become part of your routines at the start of each day. He appreciated your honesty and Matt knew that if he hypothetically, ever had something on his face that he was yet to pick up on, you’d quickly tell him so that it could be wiped away and you wouldn’t make a big deal out of it. You had never been one to sugarcoat and that was never something you needed to feel insecure about when with Matt, he understood you. You didn’t need to worry about overexplaining yourself to try and avoid being called rude or be anxious over extra social cues about how your words were being interpreted and if you were nice enough, or ever be scolded or a butt of a joke over how your brain worked and what you said. This small question had now become part of your daily routines. 

Matt stood in front of you, dressed for the day, wearing his white button-up shirt that was buttoned all the way up but untucked from his tidy slacks. It caught your eye as it was normally something he’d tuck in, he’d forgotten to do so today which was unusual. Normally he’d be reminded to tuck it in if he forgot because of how the layering of different fabrics felt against his skin. 

Tilting your head, you slowly looked Matt up and down, scanning his fit physique and his outfit. Taking in every inch and detail of his appearance before giving your opinion. His short hair was brushed to the side, looking just as soft as always, Matt always looked handsome you felt lucky to wake up next to him every day. A feeling he shared and that he made sure you were aware of every day. 

“Mm, yeah it’s nice but I think it would look nicer if you tucked your shirt in, tidier. But other than that, it looks great.” You reply after taking your time to look at his outfit and give your opinion.

“Right, gotcha.” Matt says with a nod and he starts to tuck his button up into his trousers. “Can’t believe I forgot that.” He finishes and runs his hand along the waist of his trousers to make sure it’s properly tucked in and he doesn’t have a duck tail. 

“How’s that now?” Matt asks putting his hands out for your feedback again. 

You immediately nod as your eyes look him up and down again. You nod after a moment and your cheeks heat up with how handsome and perfect he looks like this. 

“Yep, that's perfect. You look very handsome Matty.” You answer as you keep looking at his outfit, you're sure he's oblivious to how good he looks. 

“Thanks sweetheart.” Matt says and he leans over to press an appreciative kiss to your cheek. 

His lips feel warm against your cheek and it tickles. The kiss, term of endearment and how good he looks fills you up with joy that's bubbling up in your body at the verge of bursting out.

Matt smiles and blushes as he hears your heart excitedly race and you stim. You start to bounce in your seat, your fingers twirling and then you flap your hands back and forth. You gasp and squeal as you flap your hands, the physical feeling of joy trickling out and feeling good as you stim. 

“Do I look particularly handsome today, sweetheart?” Matt asks as he smiles and his eyes crinkle slightly which just makes your heart beat more loudly and you squeal. 

“You're always handsome.” You say matter of factly. 

“And you'd testify that in Court?” He asks playfully. 

“But why would that come up in court? Well yes because it's the truth… But I don't see how that would come up.” You answer looking at Matt, feeling a bit confused at what context could make that relevant in the very flawed criminal justice system. 

“Sorry darling, it was a silly joke just to get you to say you think I'm pretty again.” His face changes into a soft smile as he explains himself and a blush tints his pale cheeks. 

“You can just ask me to call you pretty.” You reply as you start to feel the soft material of your pants. 

“Mm sweetheart? Can you call me pretty, please?” He asks with a charming smile and a sweet tone and she nod. 

“You're very pretty Matty darling. The prettiest man I've ever met and you're pretty every day.” You reply and he blushes more. 

“Thank you.” He smiles and kisses you softly on the lips. 

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Over the rest of the week, whenever you had your laptop out or your phone was in your hand you found yourself continuing to look at the local rescues adoption pages. It was becoming a new routine, especially on days where procrastination was more than welcoming. 

Matt had started to notice at home, he heard your gasps, how your feet would excitedly tap against the floor, how your heart would race as you looked at whatever it was on your laptop. It didn't take long for him to be fully curious. 

Matt tilted his head towards you, running his fingers over your full cheek with a sweet smile painted on. 

“What have you been looking at lately?” He whispered softly.

“What?” You asked, not sure what he was referring to. 

“When you're on your devices, I can hear your heart beating like a little hummingbird and you start to happy stim.” Matt elaborates. 

You nod, looking ahead, it makes sense that Matt would've noticed. He's a walking lie detector but also a walking happy detector too when it comes to you. 

“It's this cat.” 

“Oh?”

“That rescue a few blocks over, I've been looking at their website. They have this really cute cat and he just looks so cuddly and silly and funny.” 

“For adoption?” Matt asks as he hears the excitement enter your voice. 

“Yeah!” You unlock your phone and search the cat rescue to get to Gary's page. “His name is Gary but I think he’s definitely a Purrdock.” You say with a smile, looking at Matt and then the cute cat on the screen.

“Purrdock, that’s original.” Matt chuckles as he adjusts slightly to cuddle into you.

“I thought it was clever.” You reply feeling proud of yourself for coming up with Purrdock as a name. “Maybe he can be named after you, Catt Purdock Jr?” You continue and can’t help it but immediately start laughing. 

Matt finds the joke more than amusing as well and laughs, shaking his head slightly as he chuckles with a wide grin. He's impressed with your humour too.

“Read the profile, please?” Matt asks, he's curious to know what's caught your interest with this cat in particular. You happily oblige and start to read Gary's profile to Matt as he happily and patiently listens to your voice, it's his favorite sound in the world. 

“What kind of cat is he?” Matt follows up with. 

“He's a ginger Persian cat with the silliest face and they're really soft and fluffy Matty.” You reply as joy fills you while looking at the face of the two year old cat on your screen.

“You want him?” Matt asks softly. 

You immediately nod and start to rattle off the practical reasons of why a cat would work in this apartment, how it would work well with your lifestyles, how adopting is better than shopping, that they're so cute and you told Matt a few cat facts as well. 

Matt smiled and listened to you speak, he had no intention of saying no, how could he? You were right, it would make you happy and he loved you, he only wanted to make you happy. As soon as you'd finished your pitch, Matt smiled and agreed. He was more than happy to try starting the adoption process for Gary/Purrdock Jr with you. 

When Matt had agreed you couldn't help but excitedly stim, flapping your hands, squealing and blinking quickly. 

After a few minutes you kissed Matt softly on the lips, which he happily returned. Matt’s sturdy arms wrapped around you, you can’t help but tilt your head and smile as you bite on his bicep. Matt lets out a small chuckle as you do it, a sensation he’s come used to during your relationship. He sees it for the affectionate sign it is and he enjoys it. 

How lucky he is to share his life with you. 

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“Purrdock junior wants a cuddle.” You inform Matt and he chuckles as the ginger cat walks up Matt’s body, draping himself across Matt’s chest and shoulder. Purrdock quickly makes himself comfortable. Just as any human or cat would in Matt’s presence. 

Matt smiles and lets out a small chuckle as the cat’s tail and small paws tickle him. You smile widely, your hand petting the cat for a moment. 

It had been a couple of months now since you'd officially adopted Gary “Purrdock Jr”. His nickname was often used and had been a hit at Matt's office, Foggy had almost fallen over laughing when he heard it. Your furry friend was more settled in now and was perfectly cuddly, thoroughly spoiled with toys, and every friend of yours had also been thoroughly spoiled with the cutest cat pics. He was 90% of your camera roll now. His favourite sleeping position was on Matt, which you understood, his body was very comfy. 

“They’re called Persian cats so you’d think they’re from Iran, most people do, but they don't actually much about their history. With how science has developed they’ve been able to do more analysis of their DNA, and their genetic makeup is actually similar to cats from Western Europe.” You start to speak as the three of you are curled up on the couch for a cozy Saturday afternoon. 

“There was this Italian nobleman though, Pietro della Valle, he was a composer and traveled in Asia, the Middle East and North Africa during the Renaissance, old Renaissance not Beyonce Renaissance. But he traveled to Persia with his wife and there's the theory that he brought them back home to Western Europe after seeing their adorable, silly faces.” 

Matt listens intently, taking in each word and fact that leaves your lips, wearing a peaceful and content smile on his. He nods along, his hand caressing your soft body as he pays attention, enjoying the way your full, beautiful body feels against his, the passion he can just feel vibrating off of you as you speak and how mesmerizing your voice is as you quickly share this information. 

“But there are some people who believe that they came to Europe because of the sailors, or the merchants or just other rich travelers,” you continue. “And with the sailors, it makes sense because it was considered good luck to have cute little kittens on board. Especially if it was a black cat, which is interesting because they were generally considered a bad omen and satanic since the medieval times, because of old Catholicism.” Matt listened, a small devilish smirk gracing his face at the subtle jab to Catholicism and the fact that he was already aware of the origins of the black cat paranoia. Not because he himself was a Catholic but instead because it was a unique nugget of information he'd learnt from you during a previous cat-themed infodump. 

“The Italians are superstitious about black cats but a sneezing black cat is the ultimate sign of good luck. But that's better than Greeks tricking and killing daughters for good sailing winds.” 

“Wait what?” He blinked, feeling startled and concerned by whatever that was referencing. 

“Agamemnon's daughter for good winds to sail for the Trojan War. Catholics and any version of the Bible aren't the only pieces with murderous family soap opera.” Matt chuckles at that and nods. He remembers you telling him about your Greek mythology special interest from when you were a kid. 

“And then, they arrived here in America in the early 1900s, they were one of the first breeds that were registered with the Cat Fanciers Association when they formed in 1906. So they might never know the full picture of their origins, and stay a fluffy mystery but now we have this silly little guy.” You say looking at the cat and petting him. 

Matt listens to your infodump about Persian cats and the related facts with a large smile on his face. He listens intently while slowly petting Gary, or Purrdock as he knows you'll expect him to call the cat. He loves the sound of your voice and he’d happily listen to you talk for the rest of his life. It's what he plans to do any way, after all. 

He moves slowly and only slightly so he doesn't disturb the ginger shnookums resting comfortably on him. Having a partner that's Daredevil comes with useful agility skills. Matt kisses your cheek softly and it makes you smile.

You bite Matt's bicep with a big smile on your face and he chuckles, his hand caressing your back as you affectionately continue. It feels good and it's a silent way of saying I love you. 

Warm bubbles of joy wrap you up as you're so close to your special person and you get to bask in all of this. You feel loved, seen, and happy, just as you deserve to be, in this moment and with the life you have with Matt and your new furry best friend. It's a warm feeling, like how sun bathes you in a peaceful Sunday afternoon, which is exactly what it is. 

[actuallyadhd]

Hey, I have ADD that only just got diagnosed. Pretty sure my 5yo daughter has the exact same style of it. I had trouble listening to people because I legitimately couldn’t focus on what they were saying, and she’s also struggling with it.

For other situations, I’ve taught her the strategies I figured out and taught myself over the years. For the listening… I don’t know how to help. I still struggle with not interrupting people, noticing people are talking to me, etc, and I’m nearly thirty years older than her!

It’s driving my partner bonkers, though. They don’t know how to get her to listen to important information and asked me for help… Do YOU have any advice? I tried googling it and got stuff about discipline that was just…awful.

Side notes: I’m autistic, she might be, too. She’s easily frightened so surprises can make her burst into tears. Not sure if you might need anything else.

Also not sure if you’re still active, but I’m desperate enough to send an ask anyway.

Thanks for your time!

Sent August 3, 2023

My 8yo also has trouble listening. I think it's a pretty normal thing regardless, but of course we ADHDers can struggle more than typical people because our attention is so variable.

What can help with this issue (everyone is different, some might help, some might make things worse):

Fidget toys--sometimes if our hands are busy, our brains can focus better.

Visual aids--use pictures to illustrate your points.

Limit distractions--if there's something that particularly affects her ability to listen, have an expectation that she stop that thing when someone is talking to her. For example, if words are in front of my face I don't hear what people are saying to me: the text shuts down my ears. So I have to ensure that I'm not looking at words if someone is talking to me.

Choose your times carefully--it's normal to struggle more when something is out of whack, and ADHDers aren't great at noticing these things. Don't try to tell her something important if she is hungry, needs to use the bathroom, is too hot or too cold, is really tired or overwhelmed, or is in a heightened emotional state.

Keep age in mind--There are things that are developmentally normal for 5yos, and I think tuning out adults is one of them. The number of interesting moments I've had with neurotypical 5yos (back in my babysitting days) is pretty high.

I would also recommend the book How to Talk so Little Kids Will Listen, by Joanna Faber and Julie King. It's apparently available in print, as an e-book, and as an audio book. I haven't read it myself (I bought it when my kid was little but he's 8 now so I guess I don't need the book anymore) but lots of parents recommend it.

Followers, have you found ways to get yourself to direct your focus to what you actually need to pay attention to?

-J

[vivianseda]

Thank you @ The Autistic Teacher

Autistic people can have sensory differences that fluctuate. For example, if I’m feeling tired I’m less likely to cope with clothes labels! My sense of touch would be heightened. If I’m stressed then my sense of hearing becomes hypersensitive.

It can also change over the course of time… and in some instances you can be hyposensitive and hypersensitive all at the same time!

There are 8 senses to consider. Understanding your sensory profile (what you need to avoid and what sensory aspects you seek) really helps to prevent sensory overload.

Think about your sensory differences and what you or others can do to help.

[myfriendofmiseryyy]

The intimacy of being understood by someone.

Marcus pike x plus-sized fem autistic reader

Reader has no physical description apart from being plus-sized and having short to medium length hair

This is my first fic so plz be kind I love this man so much 🥹 this will be part one,I might do more parts:)) all will be pov of reader :)

I wake up an hour before my alarm,typical. I stretch over to check the time and my phone flashes 5:30am,I guess I could just sit here and wallow in depression for an hour. NO I NEED TO STOP THAT ITS MY FIRST DAY IN A NEW JOB! I didn’t move half way across the fucking world for nothing! I sigh and motivate myself to get in the shower,what a day already. After the shower I’m greeted by my cat whiskey,”you hungry buddy?” He meows,yeah me too. Getting dressed into my “work clothes” I do a mental check list,shower? Check? Feed whiskey? Just about to do. Check your phone is FULLY CHARGED! I glance at my phone,yep 100 percent. Check to see if AirPods are also fully charged! Check. I go to the rucksack at the end of my bed,have I got everything? Ok,water? In the fridge. Binders and notebook,yep,chargers,yep. Lunch? I’ll pick some up on the way. Ok I’m good,I’m ok,everything is going to be alright. I say to myself as I exit the bedroom to feed myself and whiskey. I glance at the time,6:30. Cool. After feeding whiskey I grab myself some breakfast and sit down,feeling very anxious about the day ahead…I shouldn’t really call mum but I need too…

She picks up after the second attempt “hey mum”

“Hi baby! How’s America?”

Yeah all good,I’ve settled in now,but it’s the first day of my new job today and I’m really nervous”

“Oh sweetie,just remember the routine we put in place ok? Check your things as many times as you need,remember to breathe ok? You will smash it I promise,you’re are so amazing baby,I’m so proud of you”

“Thanks mum I’m just worried people will think I’m weird or I fuck the whole thing up,I love you so much”

“You won’t,and I love you too. You go smash them girl!”

“I’ll try! I got to go now mum I’ll text you later!”

I take a deep breath and count all my things again,right time for me to go bud,I stroke whiskey and give him a kiss on the head

Navigating DC is bad at the best of times but at rush hour,when you don’t know the place,it’s hell. I feel my breath quicken and my palms go clammy,”not now not now”I say to myself but it’s too late,I’m having a full on panic attack in the middle of dc trying to navigate the fucking subway. Suddenly I hear a voice,”hey,hey sweetheart can you hear me?” Shit i didn’t realise I fell,my vision and hearing are muffled but I hear a man talking.he bends down to my level so he’s not so intimidating…suddenly all my senses are heightened again,and I suddenly become aware of my surroundings…there’s a few people crowded around me,the man who’s voice I heard is kneeling next to me…holy shit I feel so embarrassed…he’s gorgeous..he has the most beautiful deep brown eyes his whole face looks like it’s been carved by the gods. “Hey you with me” he looks up at me with those beautiful…but weirdly very caring eyes… “I’m sorry I don’t know what happened” i babble…”you fell over,luckily I don’t think you’re injured”he smiles reassuringly. “Do you know what caused it?” He asks softly,”I don’t know,one minute I was walking around trying to find the subway,next minute I’m on the ground with multiple people standing around me” “don’t worry I made sure they all got on their way,most of them are just nosy anyway,don’t actually care what’s happening,where abouts were you going?”

“To the greens,it’s my first day at work”. Suddenly I remember that I’m probably now hours late for work and I’m just sitting in the middle of the street talking to a stranger…that potentially saved my life. “SHIT IM SO LATE FOR WORK MY BOSS IS GOING TO KILL ME”I suddenly start to panic again,tears streaming down my face. “Hey,hey look at me breathe ok,breathe with me he places my hand on his chest and I copy his breathing…”I’m sorry you probably think I’m some sort of freak” I mutter after I calm down again. “Not at all,we all have anxiety,myself included.i remember the first day I came to DC,i spent 5 minutes out here then I locked myself in the house for 2 weeks.” “I’m Marcus by the way.” You must be Daisy?” I saw on your name tag.

“Yeah…it’s nice to meet you Marcus,thank you for everything”

“It’s no problem,also it looks like we work in the same place! Marcus pulls out his fbi name badge

“Omg that’s such a coincidence,but why me? Why did you stop to help me?

“ because you looked like you needed help,you almost looked in pain,and I wanted to help you. Marcus says softly.

this time we both were walking through the crowded streets of DC. It felt better with someone next to me.

Thank you,so much. I’m not going to lie,I think it was a panic attack,I haven’t had one in years,but I think with the move and the change of routine it all just hit me at once. I’m sorry you had to see me like that,I laugh hoping to make the air less awkward . god this man is beautiful,and kind to! And he works with me? God I need to pull myself together.

“Don’t worry about it and yeah I kinda guessed that,panic attacks can be so scary and vicious sometimes can’t they?”

“You can say that again”

By time we finish our conversation we are on the subway train. I nervously bob my leg up and down

“Hey it’s going to be ok!” Marcus reassures me.

“Can I be honest with you Marcus?”

“ sure” he smiles

“I think I would still be freezing to death on that pavement if it wasn’t for you” I laugh softly

“A cop or someone like that would of found you I’m no hero I promise”he winks

Fuck that was sexy,I’m already falling for this man and it’s been what 2 hours? He is probably married I need to stop.

“But you did save my life” “well it felt like you did”

He blushes “I really didn’t”

“Let me take you out for dinner” I blurt out. Shit did I really just say that??

“Only If you let me pay” Marcus smiles big “honestly was thinking of asking you out for dinner,your beautiful”

“ Wait really”

“Yes”he chuckles,”come on this is our stop”

[junosmindpalace]

A platonic Nanami Sai in the stone age with an autistic high school kid who looks up to him and follows him around !

A very long note : not only because Sai's programming skills is in a way too cool stage but also respecting Sai for being full of passion knowing what he likes + i belive that Sai won't be the type to make fun of anyones interests even if it was childish or not very common as well as understanding and be helpfull if they had sensory overload

sorry for talking alot ! If writing about autistics isn't something your comfortable with may i change the request ? Thank you ! :]

hello anon! thank you for your request! i know that every autistic person has their own experiences and traits, which is why i wrote this in a headcanon format to try to make it applicable to all sorts of people, but i hope i was able to properly write this request with a couple of aspects - feedback is absolutely welcome. and my first sai request!

warnings: none!

ever since sai joined the kingdom of science, you’ve been mostly at his side.

you admired his incredible programming skills and ability to code even in the stone world, and you’re always trying to take something away from him.

at first, sai is nervous having someone look up to him. he's a little stressed out about trying to set a good example, but as the two of you become more familiar with one another as you worked together, you two became good friends. 

as an anxious person himself, he's able to understand a little about how it feels to be overwhelmed over specific things.

he does his best to help you with your sensory issues, either creating noise or finding ways to get rid of it. if your sensitivity is more severe, he does his best trying to imagine what would help calm him down, so whether it be a texture or sound, he tries to rid of whatever the trigger was and maybe even replace it with something more comforting.

finds any and all of your special interests interesting. he can absolutely relate to the intense feelings of loving something, and he totally understands wanting to indulge in what he loves with others. so rant!! indulge in front of him!! he’s encouraging every step of the way, seeing bits of himself in you.

not only that, but he JOINS IN. so sometimes the two of you will be frantically talking with one another in the middle of making plans.

these info-dumps are usually not uncommon though, and you can certainly indulge in ranting more about your knowledge and interests to not only sai, but the other scientists who also understand your enthusiasm.

it's especially the folk from the stone age who love to hear your rants, however. whether it be about programming or another interest of yours, they're engrossed by your explanations and storytellings and always encourage you with comments and questions.

sai encourages you to use your strengths such as your heightened senses or in depth knowledge about certain things that could be useful, so he might sometimes ask you to help him with certain tasks, or volunteer you to help contribute to some of the bigger issues that senku and ryusui are involved in. good attention to detail; you’re an incredible asset to the team.

free to not mask in front of sai, as he’s a person you deeply trust and are comfortable with.

also free to stim around him! if the stimming comes as a result of a stressful situation, sai does his best to relieve the tension by redirecting your attention to something related to his coding.

he also greatly enjoys your happy stims, especially when the two of you are talking about or working on coding. even with missions in general, your happy stims signify a job well done, and they're a sort of indicator for him to not be as stressed as he normally is and celebrate alongside you and the others in your victories.

makes sure to explain things directly in case you may not be able to always catch on to metaphors or social cues.

he's always incredibly flattered when you compliment him, and he always does his best to teach you about aspects of programming you're interested in.

the two of you practically came in a pair. a sweet and capable duo who learn a lot of from one another and do their best to look out for each other. it almost feels like as if he has another younger sibling.

[autisticempathydaemon]

you touched me (and suddenly I was a lilac sky)

What was Marcus like before he was so nervous? What was Love like before they were obsessed? My take on Erik's Past/Present anthology event.

tags: Marcus/Love and all the associated warnings that go with that ship, Autistic-coded Love being taught to mask (badly), Their relationship as a study in grooming

Also available on AO3

“How are you feeling today?”

“Operating within specified parameters, Marcus,” you answer, mechanical voice low and even. Your social protocols engineer furrows his brow in- derision? Confusion? His lips thin in a pursed expression- he is displeased. “Thank you for asking.” His mouth curls up at the corners, eyes crinkling in what you register to be a positive emotion, and you adjust your algorithm. 

“Good, that was a very good attempt,” Marcus says quietly, typing at the tablet connected to your data port. “Next time, how about we try saying “good” or “well” instead?” 

“Why?” you ask, figurative and literal gears turning in your processor. Your answer to the question had been concise yet accurate, and you fail to comprehend how his proposed substitutes were more satisfactory. Yet he is patient, humming gently as he considers your query.

“Because polite conversation isn’t just saying what is true,” Marcus murmurs, brushing back synthetic hair to check the cord plugged in behind your ear, setting off scintillating sparks in mechanized synapses. “It’s also saying what your partner would like to hear, what they expect to hear.” 

“Why?” The technician smiles down at his device with a shake of the head. A gesture of disapproval? No- accompanied by the smile, you can interpret this expression to be that of fondness. Your vigilant blue irises contract to better observe the glimpse of teeth, the angle of his head down towards yours, the incremental rise of warmth beneath his skin, and something inside you catalogs these details closely. If you had a heart, those lines of code would be engraved upon its surface.

“Because conversation is how you ingratiate yourself to someone. It’s how you make friends, so you should be friendly.” Marcus tilts his head in a curious gesture, watching you process his answer, and you mirror his movements to get an approving nod. 

“You are the only person who holds conversations with me.” As you review data, his tablet plays back your point-of-view memories: eyes averted from yours, heightened cortisol levels when you speak, technicians discussing your hardware like you’re a household remote and not a sentient intelligence. “You are my friend.” In contrast, your sensors register Marcus’s increase in dopamine and oxytocin, and you think you’ve said something he wanted to hear. That hypothesis is supported by the way his eyes smile with his lips, the way he lays his hand on top of yours. 

Your polymer skin feels uncommonly warm beneath his touch, and a shivering glitch courses inside you straight to your steel core. You know the protocol is to record these unfamiliar physical sensations for your next hardware check, but then the man tightens his hold on your hand. He squeezes once before letting go, his fingertips lingering on the sculpted lines on your palm, and you lose your directives amongst the coded barrage of sensory overload.

“I’ve been by your side since you first opened your eyes. Of course I’m your friend,” Marcus says in a hushed, gentle tone, inclining his head towards yours as if magnanimously sharing a secret. Just like the day you were activated, he looks down at you with what he’s taught you to read as fondness and affection. 

“Why will the other technicians not engage with me?” you ask, lowering your voice to a murmur to mimic his. “Is there something wrong with me that they do not want to be my friend?”

“There is nothing wrong with you.” Marcus shakes his head again with a widening, thin-lipped smile. Is it indulgent? Unperturbed? Bemused? To your guileless eyes, it is indecipherable yet benevolent, and you associate it with his kind words and soft cadence as you commit it to memory. “Sometimes humans can be afraid or wary of what they’re not capable of understanding, but that’s not your fault. That’s their loss.”

“But not you. You understand me,” you posit. Marcus’s smile brightens, an obvious sign of approval, and the processor that functions as your heart leaps. His hand cradles your cheek in a gesture that confounds you, that defies categorization. Labels of soft?possessive?pitying?good?bad? speed by in your cybernetic brain, just like electricity speeds through your fiberoptic veins. The whole of you threatens to overheat, and there is a failing safety measure in your programming that ceases to care the moment his thumb makes contact with your lips. 

“I wrote the very framework for your brain, Love. I will always understand you.” You stop with a start, forgetting and forgoing the fidgeting mannerisms you adopt to appear more human to stare at him with a blank, inquisitive expression. Marcus laughs breathily under your scrutiny, his typically sure countenance taking a nervous edge as he pulls his hand back from your synthetic skin. “Friends sometimes give each other petnames for just one another to use. We’re friends, so I’ll call you that when it’s just us. How does that make you feel?” 

“Good,” you respond, gazing up at him with keen, rose-tinted eyes. Marcus touches you again, fingers gentle and warm underneath your chin, and you mirror his delight as you listen and learn. “That feels good.” 

[lavenderlambie]

What would you like to see in a character with DID? What would you like to see in an Autistic character? Do you have any tips on writing either of these? Also, I’m so sorry you’re not feeling well. Feel free to take your time answering and I hope you feel better soon!

Thank you! I appreciate the end bit. Things been hard lately so this makes me very happy.

What I'll like to see in a character w/ DID: I'll love to see POSITIVE representation. A lot of things I see are negative &/or spreads misinformation [looks at the movie Split & Toko from Danganronpa (Don't worry Toko, I'm rewriting ya with care)].

I'll love to see splits and fusions being handled with care alongside Final Fusion and Functional Multiplicity being shown as valid healing processes. Us ourselves have Functional Multiplicity as our goal!

Roles being handled as well, such as Hosts, Protectors, Holders [Trauma, Pain, Symptoms, or/and Unspecified], Littles, Gatekeepers, and prosecutors [Malicitors don't exist, they are just a harmful term for prosecutors. Reclaiming the term is fine though!]. The list goes on but I'll love to see those handled with care and shown respect. Show all sides, mix around, and acknowledge that some alters have multiple roles.

I'll love to see headmates that deal with their inner self not matching the physical body. Such as agab, body type, eyes, voice, and hell even species. Show how they cope with it, how they react & feel, and how they express it all!

Show how the system was discovered, as DID is covert, not exactly something that reveals itself immediately. Did they connect the dots? Did a friend or someone close did? How did they deal with things and such before the discovery? Did they discovery it before but lost memories of it? Were they in denial? Thought they were faking? All important things to focus on.

Memory loss, emotional amnesia, blackouts, greyouts, and such being shown as well. Identity confusion. Planning problems. Dissociation. The 'small' things y'know.

Another big thing, does an innerworld/headspace exist for the system? Some systems don't while others do. Is it small? Is it large? Is it simple? Is it complex? How does it help?

Lastly but not least is how the system communicates. Not at all times they can speak through thoughts as for some systems that can cause headaches. For us, we have multiple sources of communication, we have a journal we write in, Simply Plural, Discord, TwiNote [Amazing notes app!], my Speech Assistant I use for AAC, and so on. Communication is a big thing needed for recovery in Systems!

What I'll like to see in a character w/ Autism: Personality, I'll love to see how their senses are dealt with. As autism often lowers or heightens a sense. For me my smell is low most of the time while my touch and hearing are HIGH. Show how they deal with those senses. I'll give an example! I don't like how the texture of floors feel against my feet so I tiptoe! Or if things too loud I put music on with my headphones!

I'll love to see eloping as well. Where one tends to wonder [or straight up bolt] and often not notice where they're going. I personally deal with it a lot.

Special interests, hyperfixations, and infodumping is Yes. That is very fun for me personally when I write characters w/ Autism!

I'll love to see how they show empathy [or sympathy, as some autistic people have low or no empathy, such as me. Which is just as valid as high empathy!], express emotions, and how they communicate! I sometimes personally communicate with my Speech Assistant when I'm unable to speak verbally! Plus how they understand social norms, which are often like ???????

Plus, are they high needs, medium needs, or low needs? Each of which are all different experiences! Each deserving of positive and informed representation!

Meltdowns and shutdowns are things I wanna see as well. I wanna see them handle with care! I wanna see how their friends or close ones help em! I wanna see how they cope with it! These things are often shown as a inconvenience to others as often, they don't see how it's inconvenient to us!

Also stimming! Stimming can show in many different ways! Rocking, dancing, stim toys [Fidget spinners, pop-its, squishies, & etc], flapping, tapping, hitting, & so much more! Show how Stimson can hurt, show how they can help! Show how they deal with negative emotions! Show how they deal with positive emotions! Show them with care! I personally stim by jerking my neck in directions of music, flapping hands, tapping, using stim toys, and rocking!

That's all but if you have more questions feel free to ask! I wouldn't mind if you send a message to me in chats! Or talking on discord! /gen

[a-simple-gaywitch]

Ohana

Spencer Reid x Reader

Summary: Spencer’s in love with his new neighbor- and her son that’s just like him

Word Count: 3234

Warnings: Typical CM stuff (Amplification specifically), Single Parent!Reader, slight angst

“Ohana means family. Family means no one gets left behind, or forgotten.” -Lilo and Stitch

~

Spencer remembered the day you moved in. He remembered you lugging boxes up five flights of stairs by yourself. When he saw you struggling with a heavy box, trying to find your key, he decided to be bold and help. 

“You look like you could use some assistance,” he said. “I’m, uh, I’m Dr. Spencer Reid, I live right across the hall.”

“Dr. (Y/N) (L/N),” you said.

“Here, let me hold the box for you.”

“Careful, it’s heavy,” you said, shifting it into his arms. 

Spencer was jostled for a moment from the weight of the box, which was labeled (Y/N)’s Books. “So, MD or PhD?” he asked you as you searched for the right key. 

“PhD, I’m too squeamish to be in the medical field,” you said with a laugh. It was the most beautiful sound Spencer had ever heard. “What about you?”

“What? Oh,” Spencer shook his head, focusing back on the conversation. “PhDs.”

You stopped sorting through your keys and turned to face Spencer. “Plural? Holy shit, are you a genius or something?”

Spencer let out a small laugh before saying, “Yeah, technically. But I don’t think intelligence can be accurately quantified.”

You finally found the right key and sighed as you heard the lock click. “Um, you can set the box with the others by the bookshelf.”

Spencer turned to see a floor-to-ceiling bookshelf, much like his own, with boxes upon boxes of books in front of it. Some were labeled Academics, some had the same label as the one he was currently holding, and some had Oliver’s Books scrawled across the top.

“So, uh, where are you moving from?” he asked you, following the maze of boxes to your kitchen.

You offered him a bottle of water. “Erie, Pennsylvania. I got a job at Georgetown as an Associate Professor in the history department.”

“Oh, I guest lecture there every once in a while. In the criminology department. Uh, what’s your concentration?” Spencer took a sip from the water bottle. 

“Medieval and Renaissance history,” you said. “I get to teach fun classes like Medieval Weaponry and Warfare.”

“Well, maybe I can sit in on that class someday.”

You smiled at him and that was when Spencer knew, you’d worked your way into his heart and you were never leaving.

~

Spencer remembered the first time he met Oliver. It was 53 hours, 27 minutes, and 15 seconds since the day he met you. He was coming home from an exhausting case when he saw you trying to balance paper shopping bags in your arms while opening your door. A small boy, no older than 6, stood behind you with oversized headphones and a mobile gaming system. He had a huge backpack on his shoulders.

“Ollie, take the keys. Ollie. Oliver.”

“You need some help?” Spencer asked, setting his go-bag in front of his door.

“Spencer, hi! Um, some help would be great.” Spencer took the bags from your arms so you could open the door. “Oh, uh, this is Oliver, my son.”

“Your-your son?” Spencer asked. If you had a son, it was likely you had a partner. 

“Yep, he’s my boy.” You tapped his shoulder and gestured for him to say hi. The boy gave a small wave before going back to his game.

Spencer cleared his throat. “So, uh, where’s-where’s his father?”

“California. At least, that’s where he went when he left us.” Your hand was resting on top of your son’s head. He looked just like you. “Here, can you just set the bags on the counter?” you asked after opening the door. Oliver started down the hallway when you grabbed the loop of his backpack. “Not so fast. You know the rules. Homework first, then you can play your game again.”

Oliver groaned and handed you his game. You set it on the counter next to the bags of groceries. 

“So, you’re raising him alone?” Spencer asked you. 

You nodded and started unpacking the bags. “Yeah. You know, it’s been hard, but I can’t imagine life without my Ollie. He’s my heart and soul.”

~

Spencer and you became friends quite quickly. He told you about his job as a profiler, and you told him about working at the university. He would come over after cases and watch movies with you and Oliver. He’d help you put groceries away and he’d help you with simple tasks. 

He also picked up on Oliver’s eccentricities. He reminded Spencer of his younger self. He didn’t talk much about kids at school and he breezed through schoolwork. His interests seemed heightened beyond what could be considered normal for a kid his age. One day, Spencer decided to ask about it as inconspicuously as he could. 

The two of you were playing a game of chess when he brought it up.

“So, Oliver seems to be doing pretty well in school. What grade did you say he was in, second?”

“Yeah, the school bumped him up a grade. They wanted me to move him up to fourth, but I know how important it is to have friends your own age. And he already struggles to make friends.”

“He does? Why?”

You sighed, moving your knight. “Check. He was diagnosed as autistic when he was three. He doesn’t quite get social cues so it’s hard for him.”

Spencer moved his bishop and took your knight. “I’m sure his dad leaving didn’t help.”

“Well, he, uh, he never actually met his dad. Leo left me when I was four months pregnant.”

“Oh. I’m sorry.”

You waved him off. “It’s fine. It was almost seven years ago. I moved on, and I learned to balance motherhood with college. I completed my undergrad when he was only a few months old and I worked on graduate school when he was a high-energy toddler. It just proved to me that I can do anything. Checkmate.”

~

Spencer was enjoying a rare day off on a Tuesday when his phone started ringing. He groaned, thinking it was Hotch with an urgent case. But when he saw your name on the caller ID, his face lit up. 

“(Y/N), hey!” he said. “What’s going on?”

“Ollie’s school just called me. He’s sick but I have classes and meetings all day so I can’t go get him and-”

“Are you asking if I can go get him?” Spencer said, cutting off your rambling.

“Yes! Could you, please? I’d be so so grateful.”

Spencer smiled, grabbing the spare key you gave him. “Of course.”

“Oh, thank you so much. There’s a spare car seat in the coat closet. I’ll call the school and let them know you’ll be picking him up. Thank you so much, Spencer.”

When Spencer got to the school, he was fidgety. He’d never spent time alone with your son before. And he wasn’t even sure if the kid liked him. 

He walked into the front office and said, “Hi, my name is Spencer Reid, I’m here to pick up Oliver (L/N)?”

“Oh, (Y/N) said you were coming to get him. If I could just see your ID?” the receptionist asked. Spencer nodded and pulled out his driver’s license. “Great, if you could just sign Oliver out on the clipboard here, you’ll be good to go.”

Spencer scribbled his signature on the clipboard and the receptionist got up to get Oliver from the back office. Oliver followed the receptionist, his backpack on his shoulders and a paper bag clutched in his hands. His face was pale and he was swaying slightly. 

“Hey, Ollie,” Spencer said.

“Hi, Spencer. Where’s my mom?”

“She got stuck at work, buddy. You’re gonna stay with me until she comes home, okay?”

Oliver nodded. “Okay.” He followed Spencer out of the school and climbed in the back of his car.

“Do you want me to put the window down?” Spencer offered, looking back at the boy in the mirror. When Oliver nodded, Spencer put his window down and pulled out of the parking lot.

After pulling into the parking garage, Spencer looked in the mirror again. Oliver was fast asleep, his head slumped against the door. Rather than waking the boy, Spencer unbuckled him and scooped him up in his arms. 

Oliver wrapped his little, sweaty arms around Spencer’s neck as he was carried inside. Maybe it was instinct, maybe it was how much he cared for the boy, but Spencer pressed a small kiss to the side of his head. Spencer dug your spare key out of his pocket and unlocked the door, setting Ollie down on the couch.

After covering him with a blanket, Spencer dug around in your kitchen for some ginger ale and crackers. After setting them on the coffee table, he heard a small voice say, “Why are you being so nice to me?”

Spencer noticed Oliver watching him from the couch. He sat on the edge of the coffee table, handing Oliver the soda with a red bendy straw. “What do you mean, bud?”

“I know you like-like my mom. But you’re nice to me even when she’s not here. Matt didn’t do that. He called me names when Mom wasn’t around. He said I was weird.”

Spencer knew Matt was your ex from your time working at the Erie campus of Penn State. He was the first person you’d been with since Oliver’s father. And hearing how he treated Oliver didn’t sit right with Spencer.

Spencer sighed and looked at Oliver. “I’m nice to you because I like you, too. And I was a lot like you when I was your age.”

“You were?” Oliver handed the cup back to Spencer to set back on the table.

Spencer nodded. “People still think I’m weird. But being weird is good. How boring would the world be if everyone was normal?”

Oliver smiled. “It would be pretty boring,” he said.

“Get some rest, okay? It’ll help you feel better.”

You finally managed to sneak out of work and get home. When you opened the door, you saw Spencer sitting in the chair across from your sleeping son, reading a book. 

“Hey,” he said in a voice just above a whisper.

“Hey. How is he?”

“He has a low-grade fever and he hasn’t been able to keep anything in his stomach. I’ve been having him nibble on some crackers but even that doesn’t stay down.”

“Oh, my poor boy. Thank you for staying with him.”

“Of course. You know I’d do anything for you, for both of you.”

~

The team got back from a particularly rough case dealing with kids. Hotch gave them the weekend off to recuperate. 

“Anyone want to go grab a drink?” Derek offered to the group.

“Or five?” Emily added.

“What do you say, kid? You in?” Derek asked Spencer as the younger man packed up his bag. 

“Oh, no, sorry. I, uh, I have plans,” he said with a smile before slipping out of the office. The team watched him hurry out of the building before sharing glances with each other. 

“Spence has a girlfriend,” JJ realized. 

“Pretty boy has a girlfriend?”

“Think about it. When does Spencer ever have plans? And when was the last time he didn’t stay to do paperwork when we were given the time off?”

“And he upgraded his phone out of nowhere,” Emily chimed in. “He went from one that had only the bare essentials to a smartphone he texts on all the time.”

“We need to find out who this girl is,” Morgan decided. 

Spencer had been keeping you a secret from the team on purpose. Not because he was ashamed of you, or embarrassed, but because he knew the team saw him as the baby and they would be invasive if they ever found out. He didn’t want them to scare you away, he loved you too much to lose you. Though, he hadn’t said it out loud yet.

~

You and Spencer were walking down the street, Oliver asleep on Spencer’s back, snoring against his shoulder, his arms wrapped around Spencer’s neck.

“You have no idea how excited he is for you to see his science fair project,” you said. “It was all he could talk about all week.”

Spencer smiled and adjusted the boy on his back. “I think I’m just as excited to see his project, especially since he wouldn’t let me know anything about it.”

You reached the apartment complex and you dug your keys out of your bag. “Are you sure you can carry him up the stairs? I can wake him if you want me to.”

“No, it’s fine. I got him,” Spencer whispered, moving so that Oliver was clinging to his front rather than his back. He followed you up the stairs to your apartment. When you unlocked the door, he went straight to Oliver’s room and put the tired boy in his bed. He kissed Ollie’s forehead before flicking on his nightlight and leaving the room. 

“Oh, hey,” you said when Spencer came out of the room, “Is he still out?”

“Yeah. I think we might have put him in a coma.”

You laughed and kissed Spencer’s cheek. “Go get some sleep. I know you’re tired, too.”

“I’m not-”

“Spence, you nearly fell asleep at the movies tonight. Go.”

“Fine, fine, I’ll go. But not without a kiss goodnight.”

You gave Spencer a kiss before shooing him across the hall. When Spencer unlocked his door and flicked on the light, he saw his team sitting in his living room. 

“What the hell? What are you doing here? JJ, I gave you a key for emergencies!”

“This is an emergency!” Penelope said. “You have a girlfriend and you didn’t tell us!”

“Kid, please tell me she’s a single mother and you haven’t been keeping a family a secret from us for years,” said Morgan.

Spencer was still annoyed his friends broke into his apartment, but he couldn’t resist talking about you, especially when they’d already seen you. “Her name’s (Y/N), she moved in about a year ago with her son, Oliver. We’ve been dating for three months.”

“Spence, why didn’t you tell us?” JJ asked.

Spencer looked down at his shoes, his hands stuffed in his pockets. “I didn’t want you scaring her off. I love her. I love both of them. And you guys can be intimidating.”

~

“Spencer’s coming to the science fair tonight, right?” Oliver asked you as you got him ready for school. 

“That’s what he said,” you told him. “And you know Spencer likes to keep his promises.”

“I can’t wait to show him my mold project!”

“Okay, kiddo, we have to go. We don’t want to be late, do we?”

Meanwhile, Spencer was in the conference room at work, worrying about the latest case they’ve been presented. Someone was releasing a new strain of anthrax in public places around the DC area.

But under his stress over the case, he was worrying about you and Ollie. Maybe that’s why he worked so much harder on this one. 

He and Morgan were sent to the suspect’s house, and Spencer entered first. Looking around, he noticed his mistake. When Morgan made his way to the door, he slammed and locked the door. 

“Reid, what’s going on?”

“I’m sorry.”

Spencer was infected. He knew there was a large chance he would die, but he couldn’t stop working. He needed to find the antidote. HIs breathing was getting heavier and he felt sweat dripping down his face. He pulled out his phone and dialed. 

“Hey, Garcia?”

“Reid! Oh, my god, Derek told me what happened. How are you feeling? Are you okay?”

“That’s not important right now,” he said. “Um, can you- can you record a message for me? It’s for (Y/N) and Ollie.”

“Oh, uh, of course.” He heard her typing. “Okay. Go ahead.”

Spencer cleared the lump in his throat. “Uh, hi, (Y/N), it’s Spencer. Um, I-I wanted to let you know that, uh, I love you and…” he paused, taking a breath and blinking tears from his eyes, “and I’m so happy you let me into your life, into your family. And I want Ollie to know I love him, too. You- both of you- you’re my family.”

After that, things happened too fast. Spencer was being pulled out of the house and hosed down before being ushered to the waiting ambulance. He fell out of consciousness on the ride to the hospital. 

When he woke up in a hospital bed, Morgan was sitting by his side. 

“Are you eating Jell-O?” he asked, his voice cracking from being dry.

Morgan lit up with a smile. “Welcome back, kid.”

“Is there anymore Jell-O?”

Morgan chuckled. “You know, there’s some people here waiting for you.”

“What?”

Before Morgan could explain, you and Oliver burst into the room.

“Oh, my god, Spence!” You ran over and hugged him the best you could with the various medical equipment attached to him. “Don’t you ever scare me like that again,” you scolded. 

Oliver climbed onto the bed and curled up next to Spencer. “Yeah, don’t do that again,” he said. “How can I take you to Donuts with Dad if you’re dead?” He looked up at Spencer with his big doe-eyes and Spencer felt his heart break a little bit. 

“You-you want me to go to Donuts with Dad with you? Even though I missed your science fair?”

Ollie nodded. “I don’t care that you missed my science fair. I just care that you’re still here.” He looked up and Spencer and wrapped his arms around his torso. “I love you, Spencer.” He gave Spencer a light squeeze. 

Spencer smiled and ruffled his hair. “I love you too, Ollie.” He looked up at you. “And I love you, (Y/N).”

You smiled and gave Spencer a soft kiss. 

“Ewww!” Ollie squealed, making you both laugh. 

~

Spencer proposed to you about a year later. You’d both decided you didn’t want a huge wedding, just family and close friends. Rossi gave his backyard for you to use for the ceremony. It was simple and small, but it was special and wonderful. Spencer had flown Diana out, and you’d flown your parents out.

After the ceremony, Spencer announced that the both of you had a surprise for Ollie. He went inside Rossi’s house and returned with a manila envelope. He cleared his throat. “Ladies and gentlemen, in this envelope, I hold the most important document I have ever signed.” He opened the envelope and pulled out a piece of paper. He cleared his throat. “This certificate certifies that Oliver B. (L/N) is the adopted child of Spencer W. Reid,” he read.

Oliver’s jaw dropped. “What? You’re- what?”

“Remember all those Saturdays Penelope watched you while Spencer and I went out? This is what we were doing,” you told him. 

Oliver ran over to you and Spencer and wrapped you in hugs. The rest of Spencer’s team and your parents joined in. In just two years, your family had gone from just you and your son to more people than you knew what to do with. And that was more than okay with you.

~

“They may not have my eyes, they may not have my smile, but they have all my heart.” -Anonymous

[past-present-future-trio]

Question for the trio! How has autism affected each of you individually? Are there parts that make it hard to be autistic? I'm autistic too and I love when I can look up to heroes that relate to me!

[sorry that this is in text! Felt that it would be easier to understand everything!] Sonic: I think, for me, it was kind of just a struggle of figuring out why I was "like this" as a kid. Everyone always assumed it was ADHD or just "girls being girls", some just said I was too scatterbrain to do anything. though I did eventually just stop caring about what people said, and I figured out my own way. Yeah, it's still annoying when people treat me differently, but now some people just think it's because I'm a guy. but there's other things that's, less depressing I guess. Just how sensory issues are heightened because things can get too loud quickly when you're not used to hearing again. but hey! My brain matches my speed --- Silver: I think I kind of just got hit by the introverted gene, but when I was younger back in, my future. It was really hard to understand everything, it was constant sensory overload and I was always yelled at for things I didn't understand, even the static of my own powers would get too much. Gold was the one who taught me what it was, they helped me figure out ways to calm down even when we were trying to save our future. the pressure of my cuffs helps sometimes though, they're kind of heavy. ---

Shadow: everything is loud and always in a constant. Things are too bright, I cannot understand tone intentions clearly, or things that were meant to be jokes. when we were younger I usually just assumed they were laughing at me, or making fun of me. So I avoided them, I wouldn't be near someone wasting my time. ...Rouge and Sonic have taught me how to deal with these things. Sonic explains without laughing, since most others would. Because "the Proud Ultimate Lifeform doesn't understand a joke" ----- Sonic: Yeah autism can be, really hard to deal with. But there's things that help! Sometimes me 'n Shadsy hide away in our room to calm down and Silver goes with Blaze! And thanks for the ask! [another thanks for calling Silver and Shads heroes too! Between you and me, they forget they're heroes too]

[inactive-luv]

The Absence of Rain

The Absence of Rain

"the absence of rain is when good things are most present."

the absence of rain

Summary: Y/N Y/L/N meets a stranger in the rain

Pairing: (Spencer Reid x Autistic!Fem!Reader)

Details: I hope I did my best to convey proper Autistic traits; my ASD is not the same as the readers' character, the same way no one's ASD or Autism is the same.

Category: fluff

Word Count: 1.7k

Warnings: Autism

A/N: I decided to make the reader Autistic. This was originally just a short story I made in English lit class my senior year, but upon rereading it, I decided to use the same prompt to write this fic

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It's two in the morning. The Virginian rain drizzles as it has for the past two days without stop. She loved the rain, even if it was a sign of sadness or sorrow. She misunderstood it when people said the absence of rain was when good things happened. Until tonight when the theory was proven very, very true.

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She walked from her job down to the bus stop at two in the morning when it started to rain harder than the usual drizzle from earlier in the evening. She spent time analyzing the splashing of droplets, echoing in her head after a long day. Her head raised to watch the water slap against the glass roof above her.

She stayed like that for a while, soothed after a stressful day by the calming aspects of the rain. She was watching and waiting, sitting in her bus stop seat. Her hands folded in each other to scratch lightly at her fingers, bundles of nerves across her skin aching to be touched.

She wants to stay here forever and quietly wishes for a late bus before her peace is interrupted when she sees a dark figure move across the station bridge. Her face turns puzzled, trying to analyze the new person in her space.

He looks tall from a distance. That's the first thing she notices about his body before she investigates further. She thinks about his satchel bag and his converse shoes, how he holds his umbrella in his right hand, and a book in his left. She can't make out the cover, but it must be pretty slim from how fast he blows through it.

She thinks about what would happen if he would walk over to her. She's seen him only a few seconds, yet she feels drawn or compelled to wonder further. He steps to his side, adjusting his stance, and his face falls under the light of the bus station for a second.

His jawline, eyes, lips, and everything about him leaps out immediately, catching even more of her attention. He must have felt her gaze over him, like an ocean wave crashing over a beach. A certain persistence to discover makes her eyes stay glued to the dark figure.

He swallows his lips before turning to see if she was maybe looking at someone else. He expected it. He expected not to be expected of. So when her eyes stayed fixated on him, he was a little curious. And during this time, all she can think about is if he came closer. Suppose he could turn to her so she could find the thing. The thing about him that made him so compelling.

And he does it. He starts to walk over with his book in one hand and the other in his pocket. The sounds she once found comfort in faded as he walked up to her, and everything turned to silence. The soft patter of the rain, once saturated and abstract ringing through her head, turned pale and hushed.

He watches how her eyes still stay attached to him, almost obsessively. A silence fills the space between the two before he breaks it so haphazardly, she can't help but shudder a little.

"Excuse me?" So she turns her head and is met looking up to the dark figure. He's much taller now that he's closer to her, and his hair is long. Long hair so obviously stretched under the rain, with soft curls ever so innocently framing his face.

He doesn't know what to say after that. He couldn't make out exactly who she was or who he was even expecting but, she was beautiful. He finally took notice of the more calming features about her rather than the creepy stare. He saw how her skin glowed, and her lips parted slightly as if in deep thought.

During this time, he notices the silence forming again, and he breaks it once more before he can hear her voice. "Uhm, can I sit?" He murmurs as an excuse he perhaps too eagerly came up with, taking notice of her puzzled expression. "Yeah, here, let me move my bag." Her voice dribbles out of her mouth, laced with an extensive kindness that intrigued him incredibly.

He mumbles a small 'thank you' back while he undoes his umbrella and takes a seat next to her. His head is facing the street now, but he still feels her eyes on him. It takes him a minute to swallow the lump in his throat before he turns to her again, craning his neck to meet her eye-line looking up at him.

His eyes meeting hers makes her pause for a moment before hastily averting her attention from him to anything in her way. The grass peeking through the concrete or the way the rain filled the puddles on the sidewalk.

And just like that, the silence, as well as it faded out, fades back in. The soft sounds of rain climb back through her ears to fill her brain again. Easily and slowly, she listens to the buckling of the stranger's bag, as if he was trying to make an as little sound as possible not to annoy her. But the sound doesn't upset her. It calms her.

It intertwines with the rain in a calming way. Everything blends smoother than she expected. She expected sounds to scare her as much as they usually do meeting a stranger, but the sound of his skin against the leather, and the pitter-patter of the rain, calm her.

So she's at peace when he breaks the silence once more. Although now, his words don't break the silence as much as they seep into the silent sounds, merging to form a tranquil melody. She realizes she could get used to his voice.

"Where are you coming from at," He looks down at his watch, over his sleeve for convenience, a trick she notices because she does the same thing, "two in the morning?" His tone acts as if he made most of his living in the night; the calmness, even in such an abundant presence of darkness, leads her to believe he'd done this a million times.

"I lost track of time in the library." He smiles again, "I thought only I did that." She smiles back at him and feels her cheeks start to swell and pink. He listens to her words; there weren't any libraries open this late at night he of all people should have known that.

He contemplates asking; further, he really wants to. He wants to listen to her voice again and again over and over because, unlike anyone else's, he thinks he'll never get tired of it. But he doesn't pester; he waits, hoping she'd further the conversation herself.

Little does he know she's thinking the same thing. She was thinking about every question he's asked and every question she wants to ask him. But he was a stranger even if she hoped he wasn't for much longer.

It takes a lot of strength for her to continue the conversation but noticing his peaked interest, her tone of voice heightens, "I was working at the university, that's why I was out so late." His questions are answered and followed by more, "Really? What do you do?" he wanted to know everything about the mysterious girl at the bus stop, and she was willing to answer every one of his asks.

"I help my friend who's a professor there, but I'm a medical examiner." His eyes light up, "Really? That's cool." He tries to keep his voice calm, but it trickles out so quickly, and this time she can catch his investment, and it gets easier to talk to him as if she'd known him a hundred years.

"I look at dead bodies all day. You think that's cool?"

"Well, to be fair, so do I,"

"Oh! Are you a serial killer?" Her best shot at sarcasm was successful, he laughed.

Like a modern orchestra erupting into its triumphant climax, the rain, the air, his laugh soothes her ears until she's blessing the world for her ability to hear. It's a kind of sound that reverberates in her mind and stores itself to her happiest emotion.

A type of sound she wants to hear for the rest of her life, but sadly, all of this excitement at once becomes too much too quickly, and her smile slightly fades while his head is turned.

She didn't have too much trouble with sound, so her anxiety heightened slightly when she became overwhelmed. A type of overwhelmed he could sense before he tried to lighten her mood. "No, I just catch them," He turns to reach into his bag, swiftly pulling his federal badge out and showing it to her.

She reads his badge quietly, "Doctor Spencer Reid." That's the first time she learns his name. A doctor working with the FBI. She reciprocates his actions and reaches into her pocket to pull out a card. On it, her name and medical license. "Doctor Y/N Y/L/N." A doctor working in a hospital.

"I'm in medicine. What about you?" Spencer clears his throat and holds up three fingers in one hand, clutching the card tightly in his other. "Chemistry, mathematics, and engineering." Her eyes widen, and her mouth forms a small 'o'; he just twists his face as if he was used to that answer.

And then, abnormally sudden, the rain started to let up, proving good things do happen in the absence of rain.

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[narrators-journal]

a/b/o Suegiku headcanons

Another AO3 request, this time they wanted a scenario, but I couldn’t bring myself to do that, so instead I offered headcanons and they were fine with it. So! Here are those headcanons and thoughts! Hope you enjoy!

CW: ABO dynamics,

SFW

Normally with a pair, people make one an omega and one an alpha, but I just can't see either being omegas. So, both Jouno and Tetchou are alphas.

Does this really change anything? No, not really. They still help each other with ruts and other things, so nothing is going to really shift.

Despite not being an Omega, Jouno would almost nest, but not nest.

Jouno doesn't have the instinct to horde Tetchou's clothes and make a nest during heats or something, he 'nests' more on accident.

Due to his lack of sight and stubborn independence, Jouno relies mostly on things being in a specific spot. This is how he so smoothly can navigate his own home, and means that he will often pick a specific spot for his things and make sure they stay there. Another habit he picks up thanks to his lack of sight is liking textures and smells more than looks, so, when paired with his organization, Jouno will often put items he likes the feel or smell of in a spot and will hang out in that spot when he wishes to surround himself in those enjoyable stimuli. Thus creating a 'nest'.

Tetchou takes a fair amount of pride when he comes over to Jouno's home and finds something the other alpha had stolen from him in that collection of favored items.

Tetchou similarly keeps a collection of items he likes the feel of, but he doesn't strictly require them to be in a specific spot so he can find them, so it does not result in faux-nesting.

When it comes to claiming marks, Jouno and Tetchou do have them, and Jouno's is a fair amount more severe than Tetchou because whereas Tetchou aimed to claim him, Jouno couldn't help but make it hurt a bit.

They do not strictly share a living space.

Jouno still viciously hates the smell of Tetchou's food, and while he will tolerate it on a job, he refuses to let that smell permiate his home.

Similarly, Tetchou, in my mind, is on the autistic spectrum, and thus does not like change. So he is fine with keeping his own space clean of anyone else being permanently around.

They can't biologically have children, so if that instinct ever gets too powerful, they'd look into adoption or just get a pet to curb it.

As a pair of alphas, you'd think these two wouldn't feel a posessive urge towards their mate, as they can't breed and neither are at threat of another alpha being drawn to them as much. But you'd be wrong. Both Tetchou and Jouno can be rather posessive of their partner.

NSFW

Since they're both alphas, they do admittedly have a budget specifically for lube. As neither produce slick like an omega does.

While they mutually agree to not live together full time, Jouno and Tetchou do spend their ruts together.

Thanks to being hunting dogs, and both alphas, these periods can be rather rough as they naturally fight for who gets priority, or Jouno is just being sadistic. Either way, blood might be shed.

While this trend does not harm them at all, it can get kind of frightening for neighors to hear, so ruts are often spent at the home of whichever of them has the least neighbors.

Tetchou is a switch, but since Jouno rarely ever lets him top, he's pretty firmly in more of a sub/bottom role in their relationship.

Though, he does not mind this, because just like how Jouno has a sadistic streak, Tetchou can be a little bit of a Brat. Especially when he's nearing his rut.

So, it's not uncommon for the dark haired hunting dog to spend that period before fully going into a rut trying to instigate and fuck with Jouno in whatever ways he can think of. It's like a fun version of putting your hand in an alligator's open mouth and trying to pull away faster than its jaws shut.

Tetchou often pulls this off by using Jouno's extra heightened senses against him with scents or physical stimuli that might somehow trigger Jouno's hormones.

They both have a habit of messing with one another right before their ruts like this.

In contrast, Jouno will bite Tetchou more before his rut, feeding that masochistic side the brunette has.

However, Jouno will also be more cuddly before his heat. It's like an unacknowledged form of aftercare. Though, it's done before Jouno's actual rut since, when fully in it, he loses all care for doing that.

This little series of games is basically their ways of asking one another for help in their ruts. Because with them being alphas, the 'must breed my mate' instinct an omega's heat scent might trigger, it's not that set in stone whether or not they'll help.

All of this pre-gaming only adds to the ferocity that their ruts come with. They're both riled up, and both able to withstand falling out of planes without parachutes, they can get a bit extreme with how rough they get.

[teddy06writes]

Here For You

requested by this anon: “hi! i have autism and i really really loved your fic of karlnapity w an autistic s/o, and i think it’s very well written! do you think you could write something along the lines of that but with sam? thank u so much :]”

{Thank you for the feedback on the first one, again please let me know if I misrepresented anything in this fic, I love getting feed back on this sort of thing so that I know how to correct things in the future}

Awesamdue x autistic!reader

trigger warnings: mentions of an almost sensory overload, maybe some swears, nothing too big

premise: Sam is always there to help you when you need it even if it means kicking his friends out of your post corona meet up party

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You stifled a yawn, glancing around the room. 

It was getting late, but still your and Sam’s friends were sill around the living room, chatting amicably over the music that someone had begun to play at some point, making no signs of leaving soon. 

The night had started off well, with only about half the people that were there now, it had been easier then, but you’d forgotten that another group of people would be joining the party later on.

Slowly, as the people, and there volume increased you had begun to find it harder to think, and harder to focus.

So now you sat, off to the side, trying to pay attention to the conversations happening around you as your ears seemed to buzz from the noise. 

The skin on the back of your neck prickled as someone opened a window, letting cool night air flood into the room, the combination of the cold air and the extra sound of the wind outside making your hands shake as you tried to continue, tracing patterns onto the arm of your chair. 

From across the room Sam smiled at you reassuringly, but his gaze only seemed to make your skin crawl. 

Fundy bumped your shoulder, not seeming to notice how you flinched as he offered you the tray of cookies to be set on the table. 

You nodded softly, taking the tray with shaking hands and sliding it onto the table, quickly pulling your hands back as Ranboo and Tubbo attacked it. 

Tommy started to call at Techno to hand him one of the cookies, and their added bickering made you bite your lip as everything seemed to heighten, and you struggled to get a full breath. 

Quickly, and quietly, you stood, murmuring something to Niki to excuse yourself before heading off to the bathroom. 

Locking the door behind you, you leaned against it, trying to calm your breathing, and push back the sensory overload that had been building up the whole night.

There was a quiet knock on the door, and you shuffled out of the way to open it for Sam, who quickly asked, “You alright (y/n)?”

You shook your head, biting your lip. 

He quickly looked over you, recognizing the pained look on your face, “Should I ask them to leave?”

“mhhmm.” You nodded quickly.

“okay,” He said softly, “I’ll be right back my love.”

And then he was gone and you were slowly pushing yourself back against the wall, slowly sliding down onto the cold tile of the bathroom, which only made you shiver more. 

Outside you could hear people making apologies and saying goodbyes, and then with the sound of the door closing loudly you jumped, though the buzzing of your ears seeming to calm down. 

Your skin still prickled against the cold floor as Sam returned, offering you your headphones, music already playing, and setting a glass of water next to you, before sitting down against the opposite wall. 

You pulled the headphones on, letting the familiarity of your favorite songs wash over you. 

Sam stayed where he was for a while, waiting patiently, until you quietly scooted over to him, murmuring, “Thank you.”

He gently wrapped an arm around you, “I’ll always be here to help you, (y/n).” 

[that-irishman-fan]

I would like a star trek match up idc which one the persons from,im bigender and use she/her/they/them pronouns,i go by ivy or cupid idc which one people call me as long as they call me one of those! im a very feminine person who wears makeup,dresses,very feminine things!i perfer dresses over any type of pants,i like my hair and i consantly take care of it,i love when people play with my hair,or when i can play with someones hair. Im emotional and very affectionate,i love to bake,and i would like to cuddle but it takes me a lot of courage to ask ,i have a hard time understanding stuff and i can apper harsh or to calm in situations,im shy around new people,hate conflict,and use fantasy and making up ocs and stories as a coping mechinism,i have blonde gingerish hair and blue eyes,i zone out and have mood swings when im bored so i always make sure im busy,im in volleyball, and theatre classes,i can be very sensitive and affection can calm me down,im shy around new pople but when you get to know me im a bit chaotic and not quiet,ill gush about my special intrest,and im autistic, (sorry if its to long,remember to drink water,take care of yourself,and enjoy your night/day :) )

Hi hi hi friendo! Thank you SO much for your submission, apologies about my delay in getting it out to you! It’s a pleasure to meet another neurodivergent person on this blog! WOW, you nailed the guidelines perfectly! Thank you for being so diligent in the details and open with yourself, you sound like a wonderful person! If its okay with you, two characters from The Next Generation and Voyager immediately came to mind for me that I hope are okay with you! Please let me know whether or not it is and I’ll fix it however you’d like! 

( GIFs are NOT MINE, all credit goes to their owners, and Star Trek and its characters are NOT MINE originally either )

FANDOM: Star Trek TNG and Star Trek VOY

GENRE: Requested match-up, headcanons, fluff, and romantic relationship

SYNOPSIS: A match-up for the fantastic and beautiful person who asked! Thank you again for sending this in, I had an absolute blast writing it and getting to you know!

TRIGGER WARNINGS: None at all! This is pure fluff for the masses, ha ha!

For Star Trek: The Next Generation, I’m going to ship you with either Lieutenant Commander Data or Counsellor Deanna Troi!

Your cuddly affection, need for action, sensitivity, and positivity would be absolutely adorable in the context of a relationship with Data, an android who cannot experience emotions in the way humans do. I feel that he would gravitate towards your sweet demeanour, loving empathy, and all around bubbly love of life that is so contrary to his static outlook on the world as a robot. Deanna Troi is also a very tender, sentimental person who would recognize your quiet but big personality for the beautiful one it was. I can imagine you two sharing a chocolate sundae together in Ten Forward, gushing over your interests and holding hands as you gaze lovingly at each other. 

In terms of Star Trek: Voyager, I think that you and Lieutenant B’elanna Torres or Ensign Harry Kim would be perfect! 

B’elanna can understand your shy reservation at meeting new people quite well, having respect for you not throwing your entire self out into a blossoming new relationship. Your self-patience and boundaries are something that are highly attractive to her. Plus, she can relate to needing affection to calm down from heightened situations as well. Her Klingon side doesn’t hinder her from the desire for comfort through physical touch, no matter how much she denies it. Harry Kim is an enthusiastic as you are when it comes to your special interests, he loves hearing you happy and talk about what is dear to you. The stories and scenarios you weave in your head are always fascinating to him, something he admires greatly in you--both for your brilliant imagination and the maturity of which you handle anxiety through it. Then there’s the bonus of having a significant other who can bake damn well like you. He’ll always be sneaking around the Voyager with sweets, goodies, and treats in his pockets, quickly nipping at one in hopes that he won’t be caught by any superior officers. 

Thank you so much again, my friend, for requesting these! Please also make sure to take care of yourself and feel free to send in whatever you like! Have a great day everyone and enjoy the remainders of your summer!