#disabled!reader

[im-a-broken-jar]

Everyone deserves access to information. It doesn't matter what kind of information, everyone deserves access to it. Everyone deserves access to information. Screen reader users deserve access to information. Blind and low vision people deserve access to information. Deaf and hard of hearing people deserve access to information. Do we got that? Good, now start adding media descriptions and subtitles to your informative posts.

[invincibledc]

Tiny request for twin reader with damian mabye they were seperated at birth aka talia gave bruce twin reader and kept damian but win reader has some kind of disability like walking with crutches and as soon as damian moves in he goes into protective brother mode and always tries to help twin reader

“I’m your protector.”

Damian Al ghul-Wayne x Disabled! Twinreader

Summary: separated from birth, Damian finds out you are disabled from walking. Knowing that you are his blood sibling, he can’t help but be protective over you

After Talia revealed to Damian he had a twin (brother/sister) that she gave away to his father all because you were disabled. He felt anger towards his mother and a little bit of betrayal.

How could she keep such a secret from him and the fact she just gave you away made him feel…protective.

He wants to know you are okay. He wants to make sure you are okay. So when he moved into his new room, he got a knock on his door. He opens it to see, you. You had crutches, smiling as your hand grip the crutches handle. “Brother! Oh my, we do look the same!” You were excited, happy. Damian immediately observed you, he sees you are pure of light. He was right to feel protective when you don’t know much of the words he is saying with his high vocabulary.

He draws and colors on your crutches, he likes to see the light in your eyes when he draws what you like on your crutches.

You both may be different, but his brotherly love is not. He’s always sitting by you, dinner, breakfast, lunch out of the manor, events, galas. He’s always there. Sure Bruce would try and tell Damian that you can protect yourself, maybe even that you can do things without his help. But you’re ten, just like him. So what did he do? Not listen to his father like he always do.

He’s happy to know you never wanted or tried to be Robin. His heart would break knowing that his precious half would try and fight. But that also meant you never learned how to protect yourself and fight mostly, making it worse for Damian to grasp.

Damian tried not to baby you much, but he couldn’t help but feel anxious at those random thoughts in the back of his head. “They’re gonna fall one day, what if no one is there to pick him up.” He would sometimes just sleep on a chair in your room incase you fall off your bed.

Damian would train Titus for whenever you fall and you can’t reach your crutches. He would have Titus use his body and guide you somewhere so you can get up.

“I’m your protector.” He would say when he sees you trying to get up and grab your crutches. But titus and him are already up and helping you. You laugh thinking he’s joking, but he’s not.

If you’re sick? Protectiveness levels are off the charts when he sees you cough and shake. Yeah he’s not going to school until you’re better. No way he’s leaving his sibling at home!

Would call pennyworth off his phone if you are homeschooled. Always checking up on you no matter what, it doesn’t matter if Alfred says you are okay. He wants to hear you say it.

If someone dared to make fun of you, he’s after them like the devil himself. If they dared to try and take your crutches, it’s gonna get wicked. Even god himself won’t be able to take Damian off the assailant.

Say you were also on the artistic route, he would absolutely treasure your art work. “It’s bad..” you said once, and Damian straight up lectured you about how art takes time and how beautiful your art work is to him no matter what.

I can see Jason saying it’s true the artwork looked terrible, and Damian just straight up chased him around angrily while you try to tell Damian it’s okay.

Titus adores you, and you adore Titus which makes Damian feel even better that Titus likes you. I mean who wouldn’t when literally you are the sunshine of the family.

Damian definitely have written letters to you when he was on “punishment” is what he called it when he had to go work with the titans. So when you visit him at the titans tower, he made sure most things were safe proof for you. Kory already knew you because of Dick. Kory tries to reason to Damian as he literally rips something apart because he deemed it as “unsafe.” But did he listen? No.

When beast boy playfully was play fighting with you, Damian was ready to cut Garfield’s head off. Only for you to wipe the floor of the green shapeshifter by using your crutch as a bat. Damian hid his sword with a smirk, maybe he doesn’t need to protect you much.

[partiallysame]

I need some fluff after my hell of a day, what about Simon Riley with reader in a wheelchair

1. I know he would become the biggest fucking advocate for accessibility. And thinking of him yelling at some bar bouncer (who is not in charge of building design) in his thick accent about not having a ramp I’d swoon

I also think he’d be on top of any lap blankets in the winter and making sure you were warm and comfortable. Sticking his warm hands down the neck of your sweater

Also also I headcannon him to be handy as hell with anything and this man would build whatever you wanted and needed and things you didn’t want or need too

[thatguywrites]

I love your disabled reader stories, how would you feel writing a low vision/blind reader. Any driver you want for it, also maybe reader possibly having a guide dog. Keep up your amazing writing and have a lovely day.

Lowkey in the hospital rn (not ER, no worries) so this is a nice distraction :)

Drivers with Visually Impared Reader

Verstappen, Piastri, Tsunoda, Hamilton, Alonso

Max Verstappen

Whenever you and Max run into signs that don't have braille, he tweaks out

Even if you're kinda used to it, Max is always infuriated by the ableism of Europe and the Motorsports community

If you use a white cane he always gives anyone who walks on blind paths the nastiest stimk eye

If you have a guide dog, whenever it's off duty it's just the bestest friend with Max's pets

Racing is actually very hearing oriented, so he is very exited to teach you to sim race

He gets 3d models of the tracks and teaches you how to listen for how fast you're going

He loves being able to share his passions

There is nothing hotter to him than his boyfriend sim racing

Oscar Piastri

When you guys first get together Oscar wants to know what it's like to be blind, so he tries to walk around his apartment blindfolded

He doesn't even make it an hour, and aquires tons of bruises

He doesn't tell you he did that until you'd been dating for over a year, and says it really helped him understand what your life is like

He also learns the importance of dulled furniture

And he makes sure his mom's house is also disabled friendly

Which she does without question of course

Yuki Tsunoda

He puts 亀吉 on your service dog's back all the time

Part time service dog, full time taxi

Japan is actually pretty Blind-friendly, so he really likes taking you there

It makes him happy to see you not be treated like an other, instead just be treated like a person

Whenever you come to the paddock he gets really protective of you

Like he sticks by your side because he knows someone is gonna be rude, but maybe they won't if they know he's about to punch them

Lewis Hamilton

As soon as you decided to move in together Lewis spent an entire day making a 3d model of his apartment for you

It is perfectly to scale

He also makes sure that any corners of his furniture aren't sharp in case you bump into them when you're still getting used to the apartment

Whenever your service dog is off duty he will spend hours playing with it and Roscoe

He gets a customized service dog vest with Ferrari/Mercedes colors for when you're in the paddock

Even if you can't see it, he'll make sure that you still slay

Pierre Gasly

Whenever he's away for races, he record audio books for you

He says that his voice is better that the boring monotone ones

He loves having cuddle piles with Simba, your service dog, and you

All his pretty boys

He's very sweet with you, and loves going on walks with you, but if you run into someone being rude and getting in your way, he'll snap

He's very protective

He knows you can hold your own, but he also wants to take care of you

Taglist: @koalapastries @justaf1girl @spoonfulofmilo @lokisen @op-81-lvr-reblogs

[reedreadsbooks]

it is always moral and ethical to take out absurd amounts of books from the library btw. and it doesn’t even matter if you don’t end up finishing them all. taking out absurd amounts of books is how the library knows you love it.

[thekoalapastriesbakery]

I just red your hybrid Isack one. Where it mentions a visual impaired reader with a service dog. Idea of drivers defending reader and their service dog from being people rude. Drivers included please Charles, Oscar, Jack, Lance, and I know his not technically on your list but Isack(if Isack can’t be included that’s completely okay) ~🐺

As always keep up your amazing writing it always great to read!!!!

thank you 🐺!! i won't ordinarily write for isack but i will for this! also this is more of a non-specific purpose service dog, hope that's okay!!

charles leclerc:

he loves you so much

he's arguably the least confrontational about it

but he will absolutely use himself to distract people from you and your service dog

no matter what it's for, he knows your dog helps you a lot and will do as much as he can to help protect their ability to do their job

especially if you're in the paddock, he'll kinda just start talking to whoever is trying to distract your dog

he will often only talk to them for long enough to let you and your service dog get away

that's if people are just ignorant and trying to distract or pet your dog

if someone is actively being rude about your service dog?

charles abandons all notions of non-confrontation

he is not afraid to yell and curse like the person is max verstappen and it's austria 2019

isack hadjar:

if he hears anyone at all being rude to you then he will make it very clear that he wants fuck all to do with them

he doesn't care if they're a fan, if they're decked out in his merch, if they've otherwise been nice to him

the second they say anything about you that isn't complimentary?

they're dead to him

literally goes from smiley happy puppy to stone-faced glaring

just turns around and walks away with you

has your dog walk in between the two of you so it's harder for people to try to pat them

and also it means he can put both of you on the other side of him to where whoever was being rude is

very subtly protective i think

jack doohan:

he knows people are often rude to you about your service dog

especially if you have invisible disabilities and/or illnesses

he's been out with you enough times to know that some people just really suck about it

you've gotten very good at picking your battles

you give them plenty of grace

more than jack would like you to

honestly he kinda wants you to just tell them to back up

if you don't he will

he'll very coldly tell the person to fuck off and educate themselves

while guiding you away

he will not tolerate anybody being rude to you

especially not about your dog, which he knows improves your quality of life so much

even if it's briatore and he should probably be cautious about his job

he isn't

he would also fight briatore if he made a sideways comment about you

lance stroll:

does not give a fuck about his reputation

he knows people already think he's brusque and unlikeable

if they're rude to you though he is very happy to prove their assumptions correct

which you kinda don't like because you know your boyfriend is just the sweetest and kindest man ever

but it is good for when someone won't leave you alone

will absolute not hesitate to tell someone—fan, journalist, engineer, he doesn't care—that your service dog helps keep you safe and if they can't respect that then they shouldn't be allowed in public spaces

he's blunt, but effective

only takes one or two incidents before everyone decides that maybe they should just mind their own business

before long you can walk just about anywhere in the paddock with your dog and not a single person will even look at you rudely

say what you want about him but he is kind of as private as you can get as an f1 driver

oscar piastri:

very pointedly ignores whoever made the comment

like just stands in front of you with his back to them and starts talking to you like there's nothing out of the ordinary

it always makes you smile because it's a bit cheesy

and the person might try just getting louder and louder in an attempt to be acknowledged

oscar will just casually talking about how anyone who's rude to service dogs and their handlers is so pathetic

if they keep going, so will he

guarantee he can humiliate anyone into shutting their mouth within minutes

he has very good self-control and emotional regulation

but that also means he can very easily access his regulated emotions and take them out on anyone who's rude to you <3

i'm so serious when i say that he has the capability for the most emotional destruction and psychological warfare out of everyone on the grid

[xxgoblin-dumplingxx]

Can we get more poly!reader??? Perhaps a Halloween one, since the holiday just passed :)

Not what you asked for but... I'm in a mood and have work drama.

When you come home, Wade glances out the window and frowns, "Uh oh, Logi-bear."

""What uh-oh?" Logan grunted, looking up from his phone.

"Code Red. I repeat. Code red," Wade said, pacing, picking up his own phone off the counter. "This calls for-"

"What the fuck are you talking about?" Logan snapped. "Will you speak English?"

"Y/N has been home for 10 minutes and she's still sitting in the car-"

"So?"

"So?" Wade gasped, "So? She's still on the phone and so-"

"So she's talking to someone-"

"And that means drama. And Drama means a shit fuck of a day... God have you NEVER lived with a woman?"

Logan rolled his eyes, "Why does that-"

"You loser," Wade scoffed. "Order food and pour the wine. Work drama is the BEST when it's a bunch of bitchy office ladies. So catty."

[angelatsumu]

allistic simon x autistic reader was just so heartwarming and relatable to read as i’m someone with the tism that often feels like a burden on others. it was so lovely, feeling like simon didn’t want to change the reader as a person or expect anything unreasonable of them, but rather accommodate them where he can. i also liked that he didn’t have to compromise himself and was able to do an activity he likes, but also care for reader! all around just really enjoyed the piece.

if i may, i’d love to request something where one of the reader’s safe foods/essential items is out of stock or being discontinued and how simon would help them navigate that situation. one of my fave essentials just got discontinued and i’m devastated lol ♥︎

hi there! i'm very happy that you enjoyed my first autistic reader piece. i'm sorry that your safe food is out of stock ): i get fairly frustrated when i can't have access to things that comfort me. i apologize in advanced for the subpar writing that will ensue this message.

allistic simon x autistic!reader: crisis averted

in which your lovely husband attempts to help you navigate the sudden unavailability of your safe food.

simon came back from his meeting on base a bit winded and more confused than when he'd originally left the home. the meeting was a cooperative planning session involving KorTac, and your husband failed to keep up with the newly-introduced objectives and profiles. his head hurt, frankly. the entire meeting he'd only been wondering what you'd been up to and if you missed him. when he finally entered your shared home, he was relieved to have the workday slide right off his broad, strong shoulders.

simon hummed as he heard the tapping of your PC keyboard, knowing you'd likely well into a deep dive of one of your special interests. he took off his boots by the door and calmly took steps toward the study, whistling as he walked. his eyes fell upon you in the throws of your own world of wonder, irises blown as you took in the information before you. Simon cleared his throat to grab your attention, and you peeled yourself away briefly to greet him. ,"hey Si," you hummed back distractedly, and your husband chuckled in response. "hi lovie," he grinned at you, moving to stand beside you and take in the media you were consuming. he stands there for a moment, enjoying your company, before he decides to trek to the kitchen for a snack.

simon peers around the area for signs of your appetite, signs that you had been feeding yourself and staying hydrated. he was met with an empty sink and dishwasher, and the items in the fridge looked untouched. the water filter was exactly as full as when he left this morning. he sighed, shaking his head before a lightbulb went off. maybe we're out of [food item]. that could do it, he thinks to himself, treking to the pantry to confirm the item was missing. he padded back into the study to greet you again, politely asking for your attention.

when you spin around to see a frowning Simon you instinctively feel puzzled, and of course Simon can tell by the way you stare at him blankly. "lovie, you didn't eat today?" he's soft when he speaks to you, ensuring that you don't feel scolded or punished. Your lover has been so understanding of your mannerisms, fully aware that your appetite was fickle and sometimes undetectable. you shook your head in response, words lost on you as you tried to recall your last meal. "there's no food item so I can't really eat right now," you responded cooly, and Simon nods his head in response. usually he'd kept up with the supply of your items, and he was honestly quite shocked that this wasn't upsetting you as much as he'd always imagined it would. he didn't want to press the issue, but he was mildly concerned that you may be pressing it down. "why didn't you say anything, are you not upset?" the question slides over your head, and you direct your attention back to the media in front of you. " 've been busy today," you respond as your eyes focus again on the screen. Simon sighs again, turning on his heels and heading to the bedroom for a change of clothes. he knew he'd be heading to the store now, or helping you through a meltdown later.

Simon had read up quite a bit on the fickle nature of meltdowns, and he was well versed in how unpredictable they may be. he'd listened to numerous autistic media creators mention their experience in reference to valves. when the 'special interest' tank was where you needed it, and your 'manual labor' valve was at a minimum, then that allowed for things like social interaction or emotional regulation. when you had no time to yourself and no time for the things that keep you happy, your mask began to slip and 'smaller' things that you normally coped with began to feel a lot heavier and less manageable. he knew that your special interest tank currently filled your cup to the brim, allowing you to ignore the constant discomfort of hunger and dehydration. he also knew that should this hunger persist it may heighten other, seemingly less significant, senses and experiences and he'd find himself well into meltdown territory. the longer he waited for you to notice your hunger, the more likely dysregulation would occur.

at the store, Simon's breath is stolen from him. the damned item was out of stock. he haggled a store employee, begging them to check their inventory again, but they'd been completely out of it. Simon found himself driving all over the city in search of this item, but he found nothing. at the fifth store he felt defeated, and he decided to search for the item online. to his dismay, it'd been discontinued. there was a pit in your husband's stomach at the information. to Simon's surprise, it seemed that his lovely spouse's support of this item hadn't been enough to singlehandedly keep the item in service. he scoffed as he thumbed through the list of items he knew you liked, all of which seeming a reach to coax you into eating.

Simon drives the 45 minutes back to the home, and you're pacing in the living room with your headphones on. Simon doesn't even have to ask, he knows you've overdone yourself with the screens and now your head hurts and your ears hurt; your ears always hurt when you're overstimulated. No matter how much you loved [special interest], you still found yourself overwhelmed if you indulged for too long.

you turn the music down at the sight of your husband in the doorway, waiting for him to speak. "Lovie, it seems that item has been discontinued." The words take a moment to be processed, but you fail to hide the disgust and frustration you feel about the information. you feel your chest getting tight, and the music doesn't feel loud enough. "i know this is difficult but-" 'How could we not notice it was discontinued? Why didn't i pay attention! It can't be! I don't want that. I don't want it." you began to cry, frustration coursing through you as your ears began to sting. You'd tried so hard to do better, to feel better for Simon, but now you felt helpless. Your brain began to eat away at you, blaming you for not keeping up with your own foods and snacks. Your pacing continues as you find yourself striking your chest repeatedly, trying to dull the pain of the situation. your mind felt like it was melting, and the tears continued.

Simon steps to you slowly, striking his own chest lightly and he nears your smaller frame. he slowly reaches his arms out beside him, allowing you to walk into his chest. his arms remain at his sides, and he allows the painful stimming to be transferred to his chest. your strikes feel nothing close to anything he'd truly suffered, and he hoped this would help you make it through this world-shattering time. he stands there for as long as you need him to, fully prepared for this to last several hours. the tears stain his shirt as you sniffle and sob, strikes getting lighter and lighter. you cry so much it leaves you dizzy, and your arms slowly reach out to simon's to wrap them around your frame. you give him two taps to let him know that you'd like to be squeezed, and he does so without complaint.

"You're safe, lovie. I'm sure this is very frustrating, so how about we order that Chinese food place you like. I know it's not safe food but it will feed you. I even have the exact order from last time, hm?" you offer him another two taps as confirmation, and he smiles.

Once you begin to come down from your meltdown, Simon is sure to help you change into your favorite pajamas and wraps you in your compression blanket. you two spend the evening in your bed watching your comfort show and eating takeout.

an: i hope this as comforting for you as it was for me while writing. simon would be such a loving and comforting partner, and I deeply believe he'd study you and learn you so well that he can help. if anyone you love is having a meltdown, try to remove any extra emotional or cognitive labor for them.

[vampireimiko]

dms are being funky! so the plot-

(platonic family disabled sick reader

a platonic invincible (greyson) family where as the reader is the youngest and was born sick and spent their life in and out of hospitals nolan dotes on his youngest and mark tried to do anything for his younger sibling (just a bunch of angst)

i totally understand if you aren’t comfortable writing for disabled readers)

Disabled! Reader x (Platonic) Grayson Family

warnings, just angsty!!

note, i have never written for disabled readers before, so therefore if anything in this is insensitive or offensive, please let me know and i'll be sure to fix it :)

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° Growing up proved to be an endless cycle of hospital visits, medication schedules, and missed opportunities. Each passing day etched the realization deeper into your consciousness that you were different from your brother, Mark, whose growing Viltrumite powers starkly contrasted your fragile health. The longing to experience a fraction of normalcy gnawed at your core.

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° When Nolan found out you were born the way you were, he was scared. You would be considered weak in most people's eyes and instead of having two super powered viltrumite children, he had one. This obviously caused a rift in the relationship between you two, during your early stages of life.

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° It unfortunately took Nolan quite a while to see past your disability and see you for yourself, and once he did the relationship between the both of you got increasingly better. He spoiled you at any chance he got.

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° Nolan's unwavering devotion became both a solace and a burden. His constant attention, hovering like a protective shadow, amplified the weight of your condition. It felt suffocating, as if your illness was the centerpiece of every conversation, every plan made, and every fleeting moment of joy.

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° Mark's attempts to bridge the gap between your worlds often straddled a thin line between genuine care and frustrating pity. His earnest efforts, while commendable, served as a stark reminder of the divide between the robustness of his abilities and your confinement to a wheelchair.

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° Despite all of that, Mark still tried his very best to spend time with you. Taking you out on siblings dates, whether it be to dinner, the bookstore, or just somewhere you've been really dying to go. He'd try to do this about 3 times a month, if his life let him. Those moments, brief as they were, formed the cornerstone of your happiness.

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° Nolan tried his best with you. Spending time with you was very hard to do, considering he could be needed anywhere around the world at any given time. The time he did spend with you were often marked by a tinge of sadness, an attempt to compensate for the absence caused by his global and sometimes space responsibilities. Yet, even in those short moments, his love for you was palpable, his presence a reassurance of the unwavering bond despite the circumstances that kept him away.

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° As for Debbie, your mom, she made sure to be there for you through everything. Every single doctors appointment, staying up late for you during the most difficult nights, and offering her unconditional support and her shoulder for you whenever the days got too harsh on you. Her love was the sturdy foundation upon which you built your resilience.

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° Her sacrifices went unnoticed by many, yet her enduring love was felt in every tender embrace, in every whispered assurance, and in every sacrifice she made to ensure your comfort and well-being. Her quiet acts of love and selflessness formed the backbone of your journey, instilling within you a sense of hope and fortitude to face each new day.

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° Despite all of the challenges you faced, your whole family cared so deeply about you, each member contributing their unique love and support, forming an unshakable fortress of compassion and unwavering dedication around you.

additional note ! this is literal ass

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

[solacebloom]

Steven Grant x Autistic!Reader

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Just some drabbles of what being friends/partners with Steven Grant would look like with an autistic reader since, I myself, am autistic. Autism is a spectrum so I tried to make it inclusive but some of the traits are obviously going to be more geared towards my experience since that's what I'm writing from. Also gender neutral!reader

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TW: talking about stimming, autistic meltdowns, cpstd, insomnia, DID

Steven Grant

Steven Grant has a lot of autistic traits, so I’ll be treating him like he is.

Rigid routines, hyperfixations (Egyptology), always calling his Mom every morning, being visibly upset when his routine is changed, etc

CPSTD can exacerbate autism traits so whether or not Marc and Jake have autism in particular I’m not going to get into right this moment BUT

man has insomnia among other things he gets it he understands you better than most.

If you were cohabitating the both of you would have your safe spaces in the flat

On top of that the entire place would be sensory friendly, your little retreat

Overhead light never gets turned on when it’s with you two, Steven keeps the curtains open for some natural light

incense from his involuntary travels would be stockpiled

He definitely has some sort of trinket or keepsake that makes white noise of some kind

Might be a water feature or windchimes hung up by the window- Gus’ tank also emits some white noise from the filter and water pump

The flat will always have some sort of noise to drown out the busy streets outside

When the noises are overstimulating to the both of you though he’s got noise canceling headphones and earbuds- he misplaces them a lot so there’s always extra to go around

Though eventually he gets you your own pair for around the flat

If you use a cane or any sort of walker he invests in making sure you have a spot to put it while you’re around the flat and that there’s actually space for you to walk around with it if needed

While he loves his collections of books, if you can’t traverse the flat with all that stuff on the floor he’s going to find another spot for them. Shoved into a closet somewhere- a storage unit, whatever he can do to keep his books and you

You both definitely stay in a lot more than you do go out

The street just outside the flat is busy but in the quieter hours the two of you go on short walks under the moonlight

If you’re novelty seeking though Steven’s not going to be the best at helping but will do his best to tag along with you if it’s outside of the house. 

Sometimes he’s right there with you ready to go out and other times he’s just wanting to stay home, you don’t always match energies 

Novelty seeking at home though? Completely different story. He’s always happy to dive into a new topic with you, whether it’s related to his own hyperfixation or one of your own

Insomnia and DID affect his memory so even if he has come to terms with Marc he’s still going to be writing things down, taking notes on the subject you two are diving into

When you need to stim Steven has a TON of trinkets and stim toys around the flat if not already in his pockets

The only thing he wouldn’t share with you is his rubik cube, if that’s not already in his hands while the two of you are talking it’s in his pocket or misplaced on a shelf it’s definitely his most well loved stimming item and he has to fix it, often

Puzzles also! From old crosswords to literal picture puzzles he’s down to do them all with you and will probably be absentmindedly doing one while you info dump

He has a rocking chair somewhere in the flat that’s incredibly comfy and well loved for some full body stimming

I don’t think Steven would have a sensory swing and if he does he was to embarrassed to set up for himself

Like Steven doesn’t hate himself for being autistic

He never learned to mask but there’s still lingering anxieties, they just aren’t focused around his autism, more on his DID and just general trauma 

If you or any or the other alters found the swing though there would be some questions and a lot of hesitance and excuses on Steven’s end

Well you bet that swing is getting set up now

Even if Steven doesn’t end up using it as much he’s glad that it’s there if you or him need it at some point 

You both do parallel play/being alone together- you’ll focus on your task and he’ll do his while you both are in the same room

Whilst some tasks give Steven the ick he can’t offload all the chores to his alters 

So when the dishwasher needs to be opened or dishes cleaned in the sink he has a whole process to try and make it easier on himself

He wouldn’t be good at helping you out with these tasks either but his presence is appreciated 

If eating noises are triggering Steven will either fetch the noise canceling headphones or go eat out on the porch or off in another room

Safe foods! He has them written down if he doesn’t already remember them

The flat is stocked with both his and your safe foods

If you’re out of the house he keeps a backpack on him that would have snacks and trinkets

I don’t think Steven goes nonverbal often mostly because I think that version for him is probably just retreating back and forcing the other alters out so that at least someone is talking in whatever situation is happening

I think if it does happen in a safe space with you though he’s most likely writing down his thoughts to you over his notebook

When you go nonverbal he gets a little panicky, because he knows how he feels when that comes up so he’s much more fretful over that

He starts asking you a bunch of yes or no questions to things you may need which isn’t always entirely helpful as it can be a bit overwhelming

But after his anxieties are quelled he’s much more able to help out in whatever you need

Whatever communication device or tool you use he’s more than willing to accommodate and carries around cards in the backpack as well

When you have a meltdown for the first time in front of him he definitely isn’t entirely sure of himself, he doesn’t know exactly what you need so it takes some trial and error 

After the meltdown though he asks what you’d like to have happen when another one occurs

Whether you need physical touch or instead a weighted blanket or touch sensation at all he’s ready to help

Whatever entertainment medium you like he’ll put on/grab to keep your mind distracted and calmed

If it’s in public he will probably let another alter handle it since that’s overwhelming for him too though I think he feels guilty about it despite it just being a defense mechanism on his end. 

He wants to help you and himself, but part of that is accepting where he’s at and sometimes trying to push yourself is the opposite of what’s needed

[sabo-has-my-heart]

The Correct Signs

"Ace's clumsy first time relationship with a deaf reader. Both Ace and reader are university students of the same school. Ace notices reader as a cute girl on the first day in class, then found out she is deaf later on that day. He notices all of her little actions and hobbies. Like how nice her hand writing is when she communicates with others, or how her eyes sparkle when she can use sign language with someone, or how she keep all of the notes her friends gave her in a small notebook. He also subconciously help her whenever he can. Like clearing some awkward moments or notice her of sounds she couldn't hear. Then, one day, he gave her a small note with his confession and she said yes. They became a couple. Ace started to notice more of her habits. She doesn't like it when someone sneak on her, so whenever he is near her, he tries to let her know of his presence as soon as possible. She still tries to have normal conversations and greetings, like a welcome back, or a good morning. She teaches him sign language, and she tells him that it's the warmest thing ever to know that he wants to learn it for her. Just fluffh stuff ig"

Part 2 to Can You Hear Me?

Part 1

Warnings: Deaf!Reader, disabilities, love confessions, sign language

Word Count: 1380

So I put their sign language in italics. I did this because they are still talking, but it's all in sign language and I wanted to make it clear that they're signing.

     Treating you like normal wasn’t as easy as Ace had thought it would be. Part of him still wanted to treat you like you were, well, like you were disabled. He still wanted to help you carry things, still wanted to be sensitive about you being able to hear or make sure you got proper notes. That didn’t mean he didn’t try, just that he’d catch himself doing something you’d asked him not to only to suddenly stop himself and suddenly feel guilty that he was treating you differently again. Still, you were patient with him, giving him time to adjust to treating you like normal again. You were used to people treating you differently after learning that you were deaf, used to them having to adjust and then readjust. The point was that he was trying. 

     Ace was also trying to learn sign language as quickly as possible, often making you smile and shake your head when he’d sign something, get frustrated at how slowly he was moving and pout, or when he’d attempt to sign something quickly, only to come up with gibberish that had you wanting to burst out laughing. He was dedicated though and it was amusing when he messed up, so you really didn’t mind.

     All the time spent together also meant that the two of you got to know each other better. You’d been friends before he’d learned you were deaf, before you’d started teaching him sign language, but now you were spending even more time together as he attempted to learn an entirely new language. Hobbies that you had that you hadn’t told him about because you hadn’t written it down, TV shows you enjoyed, books you liked. Little things that he’d never thought to ask you before. You’d already known quite a bit about him, the boy talking quite a lot when the two of you hung out, but it felt different now, closer. It wasn’t just you learning about his motorcycle and his favorite sports, it wasn’t him figuring out your favorite professors as you joked about them in class or what kind of foods you liked. It was more… real. With each new thing he learned about you, he couldn’t help but feel himself falling deeper and deeper for you, staring at you in adoration and wonder whenever you weren’t looking, wishing he could tell you how beautiful you were to your face instead of behind your back… glaring at his brother jealously when your eyes lit up because Sabo already knew sign language. That bright sparkle of excitement when Ace introduced you, telling his brother you were deaf, only for him to immediately start a conversation with you and laughing at things that Ace didn’t understand because the two of you were moving too quickly. 

     Pacing back and forth, Ace practiced his sign language, occasionally shaking his hands as he tried to shake his nerves off. Was he getting the movements right? Was he shaking too much? Maybe the position of his fingers were wrong! Sabo had laughed like a demented hyena when he’d walked in on Ace practicing, only making the young man more nervous before getting into a fight with the blond. After kicking the shit out of each other, Sabo had actually started helping Ace memorize the signs that Ace would need, making sure that Ace had it down before leaving him to practice. He wasn’t meeting up with you until 3, so he still had time to practice a few more times, carefully going over the movements again as he stared at himself in the mirror. The two of you were meeting at the library to help him go over his most recent sign language lessons as well as get some studying in because Ace had spent so much time working with you that his grades were suffering.

     Sitting at the table, you smiled as you watched him carefully sign whatever was written on the notecard you showed him. His movements were still a little slow, and he seemed to be shaking, but you couldn’t help but smile as he successfully signed each answer. Finally putting down the last notecard, you gave him a light, quiet clap, proud that he’d managed to get them all correct. Before you could fully turn away from him, he was gently taking your wrist, turning you back towards him.

     “What is it, Ace?” you looked at the man, watching the gears turn in his head as he processed your movements.

     “I have something to tell you.” his hands were shaking even more now as he carefully signed the words. Cocking your head to the side in confusion, you nodded, gesturing for him to continue, “We’ve been spending a lot of time together and we’ve…” Ace’s movements stopped as he tried to remember the rest of the movements before frustratedly dropping his hands, “I just… I wanted to tell you that, well, you mean a lot to me. You’ve put up with me being an idiot, you’re patient with me, you care and I just wanted to say…” Ace took a deep breath, raising his hands again, “I… I love you, will you go out with me? Will you be my girlfriend?” you stared at him in shock. After a moment you glanced down at his hands, then back up at him, then back down at his hands again. You hadn’t taught him most of those yet, meaning not only had he just confessed to you, but he’d specifically gone out of his way to learn the correct signs to tell you. After a moment, you felt a nervous tap on your shoulder, bringing you out of your swirling thoughts as you looked at him.

     “Well?” his hands shook as he moved his arms, clearly nervous about your reaction. Smiling you scooted closer, leaning forward as you kissed him on the cheek. The young man looked at you, stunned, as you nodded your head, grabbing your favorite pen and the paper next to you. 

     “Yes, I’d love to go on a date with you. I’d love to be your girlfriend.” You watched as an impossibly large smile spread across Ace’s face, the young man shouting a ‘yes’ at the top of his lungs before picking you up and spinning you around, drawing every eye in the library. You stared at the librarian as she walked up to you, glaring at the boy before starting to scold him, making you shake your head. Tapping the librarian on the shoulder, you drew her attention to you. The woman looked over to you, as you held up your hands again. You and the woman were familiar with each other, being one of the few people on campus who also knew sign language.

     “My apologies, Ada, this is my fault. I was teaching him how to sign and I told him he did perfectly. He was very excited.” you lied, making the woman sigh and nod. She wouldn’t deny his success if he’d done well, looking at the boy expectantly, clearly looking to see what had him so excited. Grabbing your pen, you wrote that she wanted him to show her what sign language he’d learned, the boy’s eyes widening in worry but nodding all the same. Watching his hands shake, you smiled as he managed to slowly sign a few short sentences that you’d taught him, watching as the librarian nodded approvingly.

     “Very well, just be more careful next time you give him good news. This is still a library after all.” With that, the woman walked away, leaving you to write down everything that had been said, making the boy laugh quietly.

     “So uh, why don’t we take care of that studying, then watch a movie at my place? I heard the new Barbie movie has a sign language option on Netflix.” Ace offered, making you smile. Sighing, you nodded in agreement, finding it cute how excited he was about everything. Giving him another kiss on the cheek, you pulled out your books and set them on the table, though you honestly doubted you’d get much studying done. At least, not any studying that wasn’t teaching him more sign language as he eagerly attempted to learn more about how to communicate with his new girlfriend.

[therosebunpost]

October is on the horizon and I’ve been literally dying to talk about this Werewolf! Steve idea that’s been bouncing around in my brain. I’d like to write a fic about it, but hey, if anyone else wants to use this concept, feel free!

But okay, here’s the concept:

Werewolf! Steve x Blind! Reader, where Steve accidentally finds himself becoming her seeing eye dog by accident. Like, he’s full transformation. Just running through the woods like a happy, fluffy boi until he comes upon her. Maybe she got lost, maybe someone led her out there and left her, but either way, she can’t find her way home. Usually she has her seeing eye dog with her, but they aren’t here. (Maybe they got separate or the dog got spooked and ran away, but don’t worry the dog is perfectly safe regardless. They just aren’t there right at that moment)

Anyway, Steve decides that he might as well help her out of the place. He guides her through the woods, warding off any potential dangers that threaten her life. (Like, upside down creatures or just regular animals)

Maybe they even know each other! Maybe they used to be childhood friends, or maybe their families run in the same circles, or maybe it’s just a random meet up of fate.

I kinda wanna have Eddie join in too. Like, you just have Bat! Eddie scouting far ahead to make sure things are safe before coming back to Steve, like how ravens help wolves find prey. Though you know, this time it’s helping someone come back home XD

Or OH! Eddie knows you first, but obviously he can’t just randomly show up to guide you out, so he asks Steve to guide you out of the forest in his Wolf form.

Regardless, I just love the idea of a Werewolf boyfriend that also moonlights as your seeing eye dog. Hell, maybe Steve and Eddie are both werewolves. As much as I love Bat!Eddie, they did introduce him in the show with I Was A Teenage Werewolf by the Cramps. So, you get two fluffy wolf boyfriends!

[reveseke]

Like a legless lizard

- Request? No.

- BH6; the team & Masc! Amputee! Reader

- Warnings? None!

- Note; R is an amputee, or otherwise lacks legs due to them being compromised at some point of his life. So he has prosthetic legs. Oh did you know there is a lizard species that's often mistaken as a snake because it doesn't have legs? One of the only ways to differentiate it from actual snakes is the fact that they have eyelids like lizards u like snakes that are eye-lidless reptiles. :3

First off if you're already in the friend group you would have heard the Fred's comments about your legs being so fucking cool, and that he was lowkey jelly about them.

Him rattling your ears off, asking all kinds of questions about what all you can do; can you walk on walls, do they run into weapons, what about rollerbladed option, do you have boosters in them? Can you swim with them, can you walk on hot charcoal, can you fly etc etc.

I think the others would be a bit more mindful about it, but there would be the what if questions and if they would be possible to execute. Like the rollerblade question, you and Gogo most likely did try it out at some point.

Wasabi's questioning with his entire being about cleanliness most likely in a off handed comments, especially if you don't have any shoes on most of the time.

Honey lemon being her bubbly self making most likely sure to ask you about how you're doing mental and physical health vice. (She literally gives off mom friend energy to me in a lowkey way lol)

They can't really help you with phantom pains, but other accessability if you need a mobile aid for the day and need help with something you aren't able to do for the moment? You don't have to ask twice for anyone of them for help. It's definitely Fred who's sometimes being told off for trying to help when you didn't need some either by you or someone else in the group.

I think Wasabi and Honey lemon however are the worriers on the bad days. Fred in general doesn't seem to have the ability to always read the room so sometimes won't even notice, and Gogo's more watchful around you lol.

Also Honey lemon took to decorating at least one of them, with your permission of course.

Hiro coming along, he's most likely asking questions. Absolutely going to indulge in some of Fred's what if questions with you, I think Baymax would straight up be asking you extensive questions about your leg(s) or lack of them off. He'd properly end up downloading some files on it, if not asking you about the care and possible ways to help.

[x-venture]

So... My house flooded. At least my basement, where my room is.

I'm not going to go into details, because Internet privacy and all that, but the fanfics I'm working on, I'll either publish faster, or much, much, slower. I'll do my best to keep you updated :(

[xxgoblin-dumplingxx]

i'd love to see more from the poly reader x poolverine verse im obsessed w them

"I didn't realize your... roommates were home today," Your sister said helping the youngest into his coat.

"It's what happens when you don't call," you caution. "They live here. You want free babysitting, you accept the terms. Sometimes it's kazoos. Sometimes it's roommates." For now, you'd accept her calling them roommates. It was partly true. And it was less rude than what your mother had said. She called them your caretakers.

Sarah narrowed her eyes at you and you shrugged, "They're fed and in one piece. And Zach has part of his social studies paper done. You're welcome."

She watched for a second as her boys willingly accepted hugs and kisses as you ignored her, beseeching them to learn something at school and make good choices and she sighed, "Thanks."

"Call next time," you tell her giving her a meaningful look. You didn't live alone anymore. And if she didn't want her kids exposed to certain things then she needed to give you enough lead time to hide those things... Today she got lucky.

________________

"Shhh," Wade said, holding up a hand, "You hear that?"

"Hear what?" Logan said opening a beer.

"Silence," Wade sighed, sinking on to the couch next to you, handing you a glass of wine. "Holy shit."

"And that's why I like being the cool Aunt," You tell him yawning. "I show up late. I bring presents. I leave before the crying starts. And then I enjoy my nice quiet house."

Logan snorted and reached over to rub your neck as he took your other side and picked up the remote, "Nice little racket, bub."

You take a sip from your glass and stretch, snuggling into Logan's side and putting your feet in Wade's lap, "Not too shabby, boys."

"For roommates," Wade teased, smacking the bottoms of your feet affectionately. "Didn't know roommates fuck like we fuck."

"Sorry-"

Logan grunted and wrapped his arm around you, "Pause was doin' some heavy lifting there."

"Mom... doesn't approve. What dad knows depends on the day. And I think my grandparents would just drop fucking dead. So. There's that." You lean over and lift a sleepy Mary into your lap and stroke her back before resting your head against Logn again. They are who they are and you are who you are. You don't fit in with the cookie cutter perfect family they have and you haven't from the second you took your first breath. But you fit here with a variant and a mercenary and their ugly little rat dog.

"We could ruin Christmas," Wade offered, "Just go make out in front of-"

"Or," you hum, "we can leave well enough alone so I can still hang out with the kids and let them have someone around that's somehow less fucked up even if I'm objectively a mess."

The boys traded a look and Logan kissed the top of your head. They'd work out the specifics later but for now, as long as your sister kept her comments to herself they'd behave- mostly. As long as it meant you got to see the kids. Because it was clear it made you happy, and because; truth be told, it hadn't been too bad today.

Wade cradled one of your feet in his hand and grinned, "I got a question."

"Might have and answer," you tell him, hissing when his thumb hit a tender spot on your instep.

"Why do all the rugrats call you, Shush?"

"My parent's housekeeper calls me Sugar," you answer. "Everyone sort of adopted it and Zach couldn't say it- so it devolved into Shush and stuck."

"Stop it, that's precious," Wade cooed, "I thought they called you that because they were always telling you to shut-"

"Not all of us went to school thinking our first name was Damn it," you snort.

Logan smirked and let go of you long enough to light his cigar. "What'd she call your sister?" he asked.

"Honey. Or Princess if she was being annoying... it's just that neither ever really stuck."

[arcadian-litterateur]

westie!reader

"i'll just be an old address your gps still sometimes reroutes to."

cozy nintendo switch games, cardigans, antique lockets, high tea parties, thrifted kitchenware, scrapbooking, collecting cool words, crocheting, the color pink, bunny plushies, coloring, fairy tales, exploring in the forest, glitter, finding unique plants, milk and sugar, bullet journaling.

westie!reader is a freelance writer.

westie!reader has multiple sclerosis.

westie!reader is an ambulatory wheelchair user.

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