#excuse me sirs i am an autist

[delcat177]

Barbie is a great movie but I actually just. Would rather not about it. It has these very specific ways of showing how girls play with toys and how boys play with toys, and it's like. Ah. Yes. I didn't do either because girl games bored me to tears and boys wouldn't let me play with them.

I wasn't Barbie, I wasn't Ken, I wasn't even Allan. I was unable to relate to human toys. I spent most of my time on stuffed animals, alone.

I didn't have friends.

I didn't super realize this before the movie and it's eating at me now. Why do I always just want to be left alone? Is that so terrible of a goal in life? Why does it feel like it is?

[delcat177]

"Listen, Jimmy. I get it! It's new, and it's weird, and it ain't in the Bible. But is it a sin? I think it's a sin that transgender, he's livin' on the corner. Imagine it, now. If your girl comes in and says 'Dad, I'm a boy', what are you gonna do? Are you gonna hug her, and love her, and figure it out, for you and your wife's sake? Or are you say to God, 'God, this is the greatest gift you ever gave me--'"

"That was that 30-point elk, Bobby."

"Dammit, Jimmy, I'm talkin'. Are you gonna turn to God--the God, the Alpha and Omega, the Beginning and End--are you gonna turn and look the creator of you and me and the apple tree in the face and say 'God, this is the greatest gift you ever gave me, this child my Linda bore, this little fishin' buddy of mine, I'm takin' this gift...I'm throwing her away, out of my house, because you made her wrong'?"

"Only she's a girl, Bobby."

"Dammit, Jimmy, she acts like a boy anyway. Just *try* havin' a son for a bit. For Jesus. Love one another."

"Well, shit. If it's for Jesus."

"Thank you."

"But this better not lead to he'd better not be marryin' any animal people. If I end up givin' my little girl away in a bobcat costume, I'm gonna kick your ass."

"If you end up wearing a fursuit, I'll kick my own ass."

"You'd look funny kickin' your own ass."

Listen, I'm having fun playing with the ultra patriotic voice, but after a couple years in blue-collar landscaping jobs, you really do need to phrase things like that.

"I'm pretty sure that fella ain't here legally."

"Well, that ain't your business Chip, it's his."

They hate being preached to. If you pull out words like 'gender wage gap' they'll tell you you're brainwashed by the far left media.

"He's one of them transgenders."

"He got freedoms too, Jimmy."

[let-love-run-red]

Boss man: love what do you wanna watch?

Me: I've got my book so you choose

Boss man, smiling at me a bit too long: it would be easy to love you

[apartfromgod]

excuse me sir can u spare some sister barnes headcanons of any variety i ask kindly drenched from the rain. i promise to stfreak up if you'd be so kind as to oblige

ya, ofc !! come inside so you can get dry. my wife's cooking a blueberry pie 😁

sister barnes hc's

( are y'all fucking w/ she/he barnes ? because i am. )

learnt how to fix her bike after The Incident. ( the chain broke, and he had to drag it all the way back. in the rain. at night. it took 2 hours longer than it should've. )

avid poetry reader. always randomly quotes them too.

it affects her speech too. he's always using random words nobody else really understands, because he read them in a poem.

autistic sister barnes who blinks as a stim. ( but those really hard blinks, where you can feel your eyes twitch. )

autistic sister barnes who goes mute when her and sister paxton have been out for a really long time.

autistic sister barnes who catalogs everything she sees automatically. he's always bringing up a random trinket she saw in someone's house if it links even slightly to a conversation.

autistic sister barnes who's not so good at facial expressions.

she definitely cuts her own bangs. just imagining him in a tiny mirror, with some half blunt scissors and awkwardly going at it. bonus points if sister paxton had to fix them after.....

[sangaverage]

SEPTEMBER 27TH

I don't know of this will mean anything to anyone but my S/O let me fully "vamp out" around him today, (I have never fully around him and try to keep an eye on it) I was nervous at first, I've freaked people out with it before so naturally I was sceptical of him, but he told me it was okay and that he was fine with it and well... I legit happy cried, I haven't gone fully vamp/ showed of my entire Vampyre side in absolutely forever, but he was there for me and gently telling me it was okay the whole time even said if I wanted to, to let it all out I could do so (gently), and I just...

🥺

EXCUSE ME!?

Sir?

Sir,

Do you realise what you have done?

You realise you are stuck with a permanently "Unmasked" Vampyre Now?

(I can't think of a better term sorry, reminding folks I am however also autistic so this feels like it applies X2 here!)

Ah It's nice to fully be my full Vampiric self with someone it's been ages!

I couldn't have asked for a better S/O & (mostly energy) Donor!

How are you so understanding? It's great but you can tell I'm not used to it.

fang dividers: mmadeinheaven

[delcat177]

Feel free to elaborate in tags/replies, I know mine is a mix but C is what got my ankles in trouble in the day

Remember to be careful toe walking, and if you have chronic leg pain, consider getting checked out by a podiatrist for tendonitis--it's frequently congenital with neurodivergence, because we absolutely need more Shit To Deal With, but is very treatable 💖

🌈🐶🐶🐶

[raayllum]

Wildly accusing anons of having some internal ableism doesn't really hit hard when said anon is personally familiar with non-verbal communication, not that you'd be aware so it's very fair

I wasn't trying to come across rude, I'm sorry if I was, I was just asking if you want to like, look at the creature you are discussing being pregnant and acknowledge it is written as a child, like it's very blatant, the crew weren't exactly subtle? fantasy creature or not it's still an uncomfortable concept to expand upon?

If you are personally grossed out by it, you can blacklist my "tw pregnancy" tag, which I've used for various posts regarding any character being pregnant for a few years now. If I am on the defensive, it's because of the (minimal, but still upsetting) albeism I've seen directed toward Amaya in the fandom over the years for her being deaf and mute.

Now, my opinion is informed by me being Autistic who also works with some Autistic children as a tutor, and I probably don't have to tell you this but am not going to assume, but there are many many behaviours neurodivergent adults do that get labelled as "childish" and then used as an excuse infantilize you. This is doubly so for someone like me who is also asexual (and concepts of sex and adulthood being weirdly interwoven in puritan North American bullshit).

You can see Sir Sparklepuff as a child if you want to, but given that he walks on all fours, secretes goo, eats uncooked bugs with his bare hands, and is a butterfly born from little bug pal and has innate knowledge to guide the group given to him by Aaravos, an ancient elf, I think it's a bit of a stretch. In a lot of ways he is far more comparable to being a mute, more benevolent version of Gollum, from Lord of the Rings. Y'know, down to the hobbling, loincloth, and acting like a guide?

In my eyes there are only two moments where Sir Sparklepuff acts remotely like a child (I suppose) and that's when Viren takes him by the arm to guide him, and when he does his happy clap (which adults can definitely do the last one).

One of the things I talk about a lot in regards to 10+ years in fantasy writing and writing groups is how sometimes fantasy has things where there is, legitimately, no real world equivalent unless you're bending your back to break it. For example if you want to ship Aaravos with anyone who isn't another (currently non-existent) Startouch elf, you are dealing with an age gap of literally thousands of years, even for an adult male in his 40s. So Viren is fully an adult, and yet his 'experience' of adulthood still pales in comparison. There are a lot of other reasons these two would be / are a clusterfuck of a relationship (which sometimes, is precisely the point), but on the basis of age - would it not always be too big of an age gap to breach?

Sure maybe, if you're not willing to engage with the Fantasy, indeterminable elements of a Fantasy story.

Your perception regarding a character who's status is ambiguous as best and what makes you personally uncomfortable regarding them does not have to make me uncomfortable. I can have a radically different perspective than you and it is not wrong for me to make content that aligns with my own perspective. It's also not wrong for you to be uncomfortable with it by accordance of your own perspective, plenty of things in fandom make me uncomfortable, I just blacklist tags or unfollow and don't go into people's inboxes about it.

I would also argue that most people, myself included, have internalized albeism to work through, because we live in ableist societies, and we never stop being allies to people who's experiences are different than ours. It's not necessarily a flaw or a moral judgement, it's a fault line and sometimes it can be good to consider those variances. The fact that you assumed, rather than me just having a different interpretation of the character (that he's more like a highly intelligent animals), that I must have the same as yours (that he's a child - which the best bit of evidence would probably be the fact he's recently hatched, and you didn't bring that up) and therefore reached a bonkers conclusion (I'm writing about a child being pregnant) says something noteworthy about perhaps your familiarity with ideas and literature in ways that are radically different than just your initial interpretation or viewpoint (which is not wrong, but everyone's is accordingly limited unless you expand)

It also assumes that I have to have black and white thinking rather than engaging in something ambiguously, i.e. the same way I can engage with and make content about Rayllum that is platonic/QPR or romantic, rather than just sticking definitively to one viewpoint or dynamic, I can also engage with things that have different views of Sir Sparklepuff in fandom because unlike canon, things that would normally cancel each other out as definitive interpretations do not exist in a more ambiguous fandom space

If you are interested in more thoughts regarding Sir Sparklepuff you may interested in an upcoming oneshot I'm working on titled "twice as many stars," in which I take us down the existential horror story that is his existence - a sentient life, created for a singular specific purpose and then abandoned by said creator who does not care for him at all, completely unaware he is living (presumably) on borrowed time and that the family he loves has varying degrees of affection for him in turn.

[whumpy-wyrms]

Hello hi! Just read the newest chapter and I am Insane

I saw the update and I was so excited I nearly dropped my phone, I was almost normal enough to read it when I saw the wing whump tag, the crowd went insane and it ended up taking nearly 15 minutes for me to start actually reading.

I am insane, your writing is so beautiful.

(This is just me reacting to the entire fic I'm sorry (no I'm not), you don't have to respond to this one)

Anton, the wet cat of a man, watching the trees for an hour each day and counting that as touching grass enough.

He deserves immortality, I think he should get it, he can be trusted yes.

Hjshjshsjsgsjhsjshjshj he's being accommodating with the lights and the textures my heart- (we stan the tisms supporting the tisms)

"But hey, it's for science!" My Absolute Beloved, Anton can do whatever he wants to do he deserves it.

When the when the when the when the autistic wet cats of men communication (Anton and Dew talking at any given time)

The flinch going to the table >>>>>>>

THE LYING ON THE FRONT >>>>>>>>>>>> OHOHOHO YES

GLOWING GREEN LIQUID IN A COMICALLY LARGE SYRINGE YESSSSSSSSSSSSDHSHSFFHSDHHSHKDJFHSHDSJJ i am so normal about this i swear

The descriptions are so beautiful and vivid, have I mentioned I love your writing?

The Cloth Gag Yes

I just had to put my phone down for a second at that line woa I'm not usually one for duct tape gags, but this may have changed my mind on that front

When the man is in Pain and the other man is sat Criss-Cross Apple Sauce

He is in pain for weeks oh my with only Anton for company oh my he is going as insane as I am

He is Breaking someone get him a plushie this is beautiful I am handing him a chicken plushie because he is

the wings The Wings THE WINGS THE WINGS THE WINGS THE WINGS THE WINGS THE WINGS THE

YIPPEE YIPPEE YIPPEE YIPPEE YIPPEE YIPPEE YIPPEE

HE IS IN SO MUCH PAIN HE DESERVES A COOKIE

He is Breaking poor guy ohno

""I'm tired of being scared of you,"" I Am On My Knees Good Sir I Didn't Need My Heart Anyways It's Okay

I am holding him so gentle

A lil kiss on the forehead if he's okay with that

Hold lab birb gentle like hamburger

I am giving him a week's paid holiday somewhere maybe just home for a bit (oh wait that's the lab now isn't it :3 )

What's the Anton doin

A COOKIE

YEASSSS

THE BOI GOT ONE YIPPEE

I was going to say give Dew a weighted blanket but I guess he has one already huh

"maybe four weeks? Fuck, that was insane." I'LL TELL YOU WHO ELSE IS INSANE OVER THIS

"keeping Dew from moving an inch away from his captor?"

Damn that line. Someone fetch me my fainting couch. I must be dramatic and think of this line often.

Anton you're not the birb here why are you cooing

"excusing Dew's mention of his old life just this once" Dew should slip up :3 as a treat :333

Anton is but a silly guy. A harmless, silly guy.

He has never done anything wrong ever. I support Anton's rights and wrongs. But he has not done wrongs. He is so. He is a little guy, ur honour. He should be allowed to do whatever he wants in life.

Birb instincts *sounds of wait hold on wait I need a minute wait*

Dew's got wings now yay :3

Also his clone doing his own top surgery is even better.

Have a good 24 hours!!!! I'm going to go try to be a little less insane about this I swear (difficulty impossible)

Also I wrote the live react thing in a word doc and it ended up 661 words long! Sorry for so much!

AHHH KJDFGSJGF TYSM I LOVE GETTING ASKS LIKE THESE!!!

A CHICKEN PLUSHIE FOR DEW OMG im definitely gonna draw that now :))

Anton and Dew are both silly little guys living in our silly minds rent free

us when Anton does Anything: its okay he was just feeling silly :3

anyway i was giggling kicking my feet the whole time reading this,, these asks make me so happy :) its still such a surreal feeling having people react to my writing and ocs this way AHHHAJSKDGAKJ this means So Much to me you don’t understand. thanks so much again for the support it makes me so happy people like my writing and characters!!!!! :)

[delcat177]

I came out here to have a bad time and I'm feeling very supported right now

I just realized I'm doing the thing where I was depriving myself of sleep to feel like I have more "free time" and, well, we all know that's not good. After all, intentional sleep deprivation is just stealing from your future self so that when you do have free time, you won't have the energy to enjoy it.

So if you're also depriving yourself of sleep right now to claim back a sense of autonomy and free time: it's okay; you can go to bed too.

Anyway. Night all.

[sickstag]

you honestly never stop to flatter me. i'd love to know you better sir, but i'll never want for you to feel pressured to do something you feel uncomfortable with. i really like to know a person better when i'm interested in them, which is a silly reason i know. i really want to be more active and consistent here, so anything can be an excuse to write you, i genuinely can't get enough of this and of you, of course.

-🦌

This is going to be a bit of a longer post because I am autistic and will therefore be going insane at the chance to talk about my interests.

So firstly in terms of my appearance, I’ve actually been wanting to face reveal here for a while (I posted about it earlier, infact) but I don’t want to be found by my irl’s, currently— I’m alternative and sit somewhere between traditional emo and what I call ‘your southern gothic older brother’. I have 11 piercings and 2 tattoos.

I’m an artist and a writer (which I’ve mentioned previously here), I write religious/ erotic horror, surgical gore and slice of life stories with themes of religious and generational trauma as well as queer relationships. I put my whole life into my projects (of which I have 4), writing and art are my passions. They are my life.

In order of development status (most to least), my projects are named:

The Purpose of a Hunting Dog

This Heavenly Feeling

Your Coyote Looks Like a Dog

God’s Free Will

I also have 4 short stories related to these projects, titled: ‘Do House Cats Get Cabin Fever?’, ‘Wild Whistle’, ‘Colostrum’ and ‘Who’s The Lamb?’.

I’m also Christian (sort of), hence why, if you’ll ask me about my projects, you’ll notice that they’re all religiously centred in some way. I adore reading about Isaiah, Joseph, Jesus and Judas specifically. I’m also known for having a pretty heavy priest kink but that is besides the point. Conveniently, Christianity is also my special interest.

I go to college 3 days a week (studying Graphics Design, Illustration and Game Arts) and work (with animals) during the other 4, so I don’t have a lot of time for anything more, but I try my best. I am also an editor in my free time and I tutor younger art students.

My favourite shows are:

This Is Going To Hurt

Devilman Crybaby

Baby Reindeer

The Dark Crystal (remake)

Arcane

Hannibal (sort of. It’s complicated)

And my favourite movies are:

Princess Mononoke

Everything Everywhere All At Once

As You Are

The Hunchback Of Notre Dame

Re-Animator

Guardians Of The Galaxy 3

Controversially, I’m not big into music, but I listen to a lot of:

McCafferty

The Front Bottoms

Mitski

Destroy Boys

I also listen to a lot of musical playlists such as Falsettos, Jesus Christ Superstar and the broadway version of The Hunchback of Notre Dame.

My favourite books are:

Good Omens

Lambs Of God

Hannibal

After The Fire

The Last Days Of Judas Iscariot

Lapvona (which I reference frequently in my writing)

When I have the time, I like to go to Costa (specifically the new, rose themed pink one that just opened in my city), and a place called Coffee #1. I am a big coffee guy. I’m also working on a church photography project, so you also might find me getting early off of the bus before work to do photo shoots. Oh, and I rollerblade on Saturdays (rarely, if I’m not working) and love going to museums (especially ones about medicine or art). I don’t have any friends and enjoy doing things by myself (for the most part), such as going to the cinema. I am big into writing essays and movie reviews.

Random but I also adore North American wildlife. I love deer and caribou and wolves. I also love sheep and doves.

Hopefully this wasn’t too much information to digest, I can’t be normal about anything I enjoy and I don’t get asked very often.

[delcat177]

I have recently learned picturing your own guts multiple times a day because they're doing things and you gotta is not actually considered the norm

The size of this realization is kind of unfairly large, the same as finding out that drinking water is not supposed to cause painful throat spasms is unfairly large

Visceral hypersensivity changes everything apparently

[delcat177]

This little mitten alien is changing my life

[delcat177]

Can confirm. This is how to set up to ask someone to get closer to them, at which point the questions asked should involve "do you mind me asking personal questions?" up front. If they do mind, don't ask them anything you wouldn't want to be asked.

This is basically the Goodall approach, you acclimate at a natural pace into the tribe. It's person-to-person, ape-to-ape.

But the natural approach is good too! Hanging out in a Discord server and observing how other people act...God, are we still using "lurking"? It's lurking. Then you get confident enough to say something, and that moves you from "lurker" stage with "Hey, this is my first post here, long time lurker, but I just wanted to say..." and then you'd say whatever and the ice would be broken. If we're not using that, we need to use that, it's *really* useful in getting past the anxiety of being seen for the first time. Probably look this particular shit up I'm fucking old GENERALLY HANGING OUT IS FINE s what I mean

I hope it goes well for you, friend-o <3 It's really hard to put yourself out there, and you're trying hard and asking questions. That's fucking tough, it's a genuine struggle to try to get from point A to point B in neurodivergence because of terminology differences *exactly* like this, and you're doing it anyway.

Thasscool <3

ok uh. how do you hypothetically say "i want to study you" in a friendly way

so far the best I've got is "can i join a discord derver that youre in so i can observe you in your natural habitat"

[specialagentlokitty]

Tony DiNozzo x Autistic!daughter!reader - understanding

hey idk if you still take requests but i saw one of your gibbs x autistic daughter readers and was wondering if you could do one like that but with tony?? please id love that! im autistic and i love the gibbs story that i read! i’m gonna read more of your work! good job!! 💚 - Anon💜

Sitting in the principles office, you were kicking the wood of the table as you waited for your dad to turn up.

You didn’t even understand why you were being sent home, you did nothing wrong.

Some kid was annoying you, decided to take something from your desk so you pushed him over his chair.

To you that was fair, it wasn’t like he was badly hurt or anything. But no, instead you were getting punished from something he started.

“Are you ready to apologise?” The teacher asked.

“Burn in hell…” you grumbled.

Kicking his desk again, you picked yourself up, dragged the chair across the room and settled for sitting in the corner as you glared across the room.

“I’m so sorry I’m late.”

You watched as your dad walked in, take a look at you in the corner before walking to greet the principle.

“Mr DiNozzo, thank you for coming in. As you’re aware, (Y/N) is being suspended for pushing another student over.”

Tony frowned, looking between the pair of you again.

“Is there a reason?” He asked.

“She claims the other student took a fidget toy from her desk, which are banned by the way, but we failed to find anything on his person to suggest he’d taken it.”

Tony sighed, running a hand over his hair as he sat on the other chair.

“Sir, with all due respect I am aware they’re banned. But you and your teachers made an exception as (Y/N) has autism, she needs them. My daughter isn’t a lair and if she says this kid took it then he did.”

“That doesn’t excuse her pushing him over his chair.”

“You’re right, it doesn’t. But is he being punished?”

The principle went silent and Tony scoffed.

Getting up, he walked over to the corner and leant down to look a you, offering you a small smile as you averted your eyes from him.

“You okay?”

You nodded.

“Sorry dad…”

“Don’t be. You’ve done nothing wrong.”

Tony held out his sleeve, letting you take hold of his blazer as you stood up and he grabbed your bag for you before turning to the principle.

“You need to do better.”

With that, Tony took you out of the school.

You didn’t say a word until you climbed into the car, sitting in the passenger seat you were fiddling with the little cube on your keys as you looked at everything but your dad.

“Hey.” He whispered.

You briefly glanced over before quickly looking away.

“You did nothing wrong. Yes, you shouldn’t have pushed him but you didn’t do anything wrong. Okay?”

You gave a small nod and Tony sighed, holding out his hand.

You looked at him and grilled his blazer as he gave you a warm smile.

“We’re gonna head back to the office, and you’re going to help me annoy some people then we’ll head home, okay?”

“Okay dad… thank you…”

Quickly letting go of his blazer, you settled for tapping your hand against your leg in time to the music playing through the speakers.

Tony smiled softly at you and started driving.

Every so often he’d look at you, making sure you were okay.

“Dad?” You asked.

“Yeah?”

“I don’t want to do school anymore…”

Tony sighed. His heart broke.

You used to love school, but now it was being so hard for you. There was nothing he could do to help, it was all down to the teachers and their lack of interest to learn about you and your autism.

He didn’t know what to do.

“Let’s talk to gibbs, okay? He’ll know what we can do.”

You nodded your head, going back to looking out the window

[teacupcollector]

My Missing Piece - Part 2

Avengers x Autistic Reader,

Eventual Peter Parker x Autistic Reader

Summary - After harsh words are said by the Avengers you decide to put your powers to the test and forget everything about them. With only a note of where to go you can only hope that this Peter person can help you figure out what really happened.

Warning: A lot of angsts, discrimination towards a person with autism. 

 A/N: This is not how all autistic people act. I am only going off of my own experience since I also have Autism.

You wake up to the feeling  of water on your face. You open your eyes to see  the grey New York sky. Your vision is blurred by the rain drops in you eye. You sit up and look around and see cars and people passing by. You begin to think of why you are here and how you got here. You see duffle bags next to you and open them. You recognize some of the stuff inside. 

You come to the conclusion that you erased your memories. You rummage around looking for the Journals you always use when suddenly you see ink on your hand. “Check pocket?” As you reach for your pocket a burst of lighting flashes above the city. The roaring thunder that comes afterwards is just as scary causing you to cry out and cover your ears. Once the thunder stops you go for your pocket again but lighting strikes and you scream out again. You zip up the duffle bag and run further into the alley way. You see an industrial  trash can and climb in closing the hatch. Your eyes can’t seem to stop overflowing with tears. You squish yourself in between the trash bags as the thunder seems to be quieter in the trash can. You move your hand into your front pocket and pull out a note. It has an address of a person named Peter. You decided when the weather cools down you will head out. You clutch everything you own and close your eyes.

The next time you wake up it is by the sound of a scream. You wake up to see a woman  holding a trash bag screaming her head off. You quickly grab your stuff and climb out. You then go to the entrance of the alley way taking a right. You look around and see that it is a blue sunny sky. You must have slept through the night. You spot and look around and sigh. You see people around you covering their nose and making disgusting looking faces at you. to avoid looking back at them you dig in your other pocket and approach a parked taxi. “Excuse me?” You call as you knock on the window. He rolls down the window and makes a face of regret. “Jesus what do you want kid?” He asks holding his nose. “I need a ride to uh... This address?” You show him the address and he just shoves it back to you. “You aren’t riding in my car go somewhere else.” You sigh. “Please... Just give me directions and I’ll walk... He is the only person that can help me...” The guy sighs. “Uh okay... Head down this street for 3 blocks, take a right for one block, then a left. That will be the street. As for the house I don’t know.” You smile and give him the money. “Thank you sir!” you say and walk away. The man looks shocked but takes it anyway. You follow through with the directions and find yourself on the right street. You begin looking at the individual apartment building. You walk into the appropriate lobby. You ultimately decide to take the stairs until you get to the right floor. You follow the room numbers then knock on the designated door. A woman answers and she looks shocked and relieved. “Oh thank god (Y/N)” She gasps and brings you in for a hug but you cringe away. “H-How do you know my name?” You ask and She looks confused before coming to the realization. “Oh honey... You forgot again didn’t you?” You hesitantly nod. “Come in please?” She asks and you nod slowly stepping inside. “I... I am suppose to ask for a person named Peter? I am only allowed to talk to Peter and no one else.” She nods “I’ll call him. In the mean time would you like to take a shower?” You nod “Okay hold on. She says as she walks into a bedroom and brings out two pairs of sweat pants and t-shirt. “These are the softest ones Peter has would you like to feel them? You can choose either or.” You nod and run your hands along and inside the clothing  and take the clothes that seem the most comfortable. “Okay sweetie I will put your other clothes in the washer just put them in the hamper.” You nod and follow her to the bathroom. She lets you walk in and shuts the door. “Towels are in the cabinet!” She calls out and walks away. You begin to think to yourself as you step into the shower. You try and piece together what happened. Never have you had a note written to yourself. When you forget it is common knowledge to find your journal but all you could do is find your old journals and not the one from the past few months. You came to the conclusion that  you made yourself forget. You decided not to question your decisions . After bathing you step out and get dressed. As you are doing this you hear a door slam and another voice. “Where is she? Is she okay!” The male voice asks and you step out of the bathroom quietly and walk down the hall to the living room. His head turns to you and he cries out. “(Y/N)! He walks up to you but you hold your arms out trying to stop him. He stops immediately . “(Y/N) I don’t know if you remember me but I’m Peter...Peter Parker...” He says and you lower your hands. “(Y/N)... The last 12 hours have been absolute hell please... Please can I hug you?” You give a hesitant nod and he slowly walks up to you and wraps an arm around your waist and the other around your shoulder. He places your head on his chest and entangles a hand in your hair. He lays his chin on your head. “Why do feel like crying when I look at you?” You ask sniffling. “Go ahead and cry okay? I’m right here.” He says tears of his own falling down his face and he buries his face in your hair. You slowly feel yourself relax and wrap your arms around him as you begin to cry. “I won’t leave you okay? I am right here.” Peter says as he places a kiss on the top of your head.

After a few minutes your tears cease. You let go of him and he does the same gently gripping your hands. “You really scared me...” He says and you nod. “I’m sorry but how do I know you?” You ask and another tear leaks from Peters eyes. “Um Well... Can you come with me to my room? I want to help you remember...” You slowly nod and he lets go of one of your hands and slowly guides you inside of his room. “I have a desk chair or you can sit on either of the bunk beds if you’d like.” You nod and look for a few seconds before ultimately choosing the bottom bunk bring your knees up and toward your chest. “So um... My name is Peter and we have been friends for about 2 years now I think...” He says as he sits in the desk chair “How did we meet?” “I-I’ll get to that but I need to ask you a question first.” You slowly nod as you move your legs to a criss cross position and rock back and forth. You were getting anxious and Peter seemed to understand that. “You... You remember you have powers right?” You nod and he sighs in relief. “Okay so what is the last thing you remember?” You look down and begin to think. “I remember being found... I think... I think I was in some sort of... ditch? A man with an eye pa- “ You let out a scream and grip your head. “What is it? What is wrong (Y/N)!” He asks and you shake your head as the pain dies down. 

“For what ever reason I chose to forget I guess my brain doesn’t want me to remember...” You say mumbling. “Can you answer a question for me now?” He nods “Why did my note say that I can’t trust the Avengers? Why did it want me to find you?” He sighs and looks away. “All I can really say is that... That they hurt you really bad and I guess you felt that forgetting was the best option.” The look on his face looks like a mixture of hurt and anger his hands are clasped together. His knuckles are white and the veins from his hands up his arms are bulging with anger until ultimately disappearing under the flannel he is wearing that is bunched at the elbows. “Well How did we meet?” You ask trying to change the subject. He seems to relax and smiles. “Oh! Give me a sec I’ll show you!” He says before going over to his desk and opening a drawer. He walks back over to you slowly and holds out an assortment of notebooks. “What are these?” You ask looking up at him. “They are notebooks... Kind of like your Journals...” He says his face flushing in embarrassment. You open them to see different dates and logs from the times you must have spent with him. There were pictures and doodles  as you skim through it. 

You flip to a picture where you have noise canceling headphones leaning your head against Peters shoulder and his arm wrapped around your shoulder. There were fireworks of all sorts of colors in the back ground. It seemed to have been taken is a selfie style. “Oh that one is my favorite!” He says with a smile. “We went to Central Park to watch them. I have never seen your face light up like that before. You were really excited!” He says but you looked confused. “I never had these headphones... Where did you get them?” You ask and he chuckles. “I made them for you. OH! Here!” He says digging through his bag before pulling out (Your Favorite Fidget Toy). “I made this for you it uh... It also has a sensory brush but I couldn’t really fit it on so it is separate.” He says handing you the sensory brush and the fidget toy. You look at them in your hand and begin to sniffle. “Hey, hey, hey... What’s wrong?” He asks kneeling in front of you. “Is it bad? Do the bristles hurt? I can change it if you want!” He says trying to say it as calmly as he can. You shake your head and set the fidgets down and wipe your eyes. “Thank you... This is so nice! No one has done this for me before!” You say with a sniffle and he lets out a sigh of relief. “How about you rest. Or you can read these unless you want me to read them to you.” You yawn slightly. “I know it is early but is it okay if I take a nap? I slept in a garbage can last night because of the rain... Gave this poor woman a heart attack...” He chuckles and nods. “Okay top bunk or bottom?” He says pointing back and forth. “Which one do you sleep in?” He shrugs. It doesn’t matter.” You nod and snuggle into the bottom bunk. He goes over to his closet and pulls out some blankets. “Here. You can have some options. I am going to be in the living room I am going to talk to Aunt May about stuff.” You nod as you slowly drift to sleep. Peter walks out and begins to review what happened in the last 12 hours. Taglist:

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Hey. I'm not sure if you're still doing requests but if you are could I get a Pagan Min foc with an autistic reader? If you have questions feel free to pm me.

Dude I am SO SORRY, I dropped the ball on this one - I've had the first part of this written for a while and wanted to write more before i published it, but i figure something is better than nothing at this point. There's a continuation in my head, fingers crossed I'll be able to put it into writing soon!

Anyway here goes, Pagan rescuing Reader from bullies ^^;

Pagan Min x GN Autistic Reader CN: bullying

“Hey! Weirdo! What you listening to, weirdo?”

You keep your head down. You always do, it’s safer that way. The less you look at people, the less they tend to notice you, and everyone’s happier that way. But it doesn’t work this time. The soldiers have closed in on you, trapping you in a corner of the palace courtyard you were trying to cross.

“The way you’re always humming along it’s gotta be some good shit right?” they laugh as they snatch at your headphones.

Your attempts to evade them are fruitless. Your shitty old headphones are ripped off your head, your shitty old phone torn from your hand, and now you’re staring at the soldiers as they pass the headphones around.

“The fuck is this, this is just noise!”

They’re roaring with laughter, but there’s an edge to it; like fear. Like anger. Men like that don’t like things they don’t understand. Their eyes stab at you and you have to look down again.

“Hello? Excuse me?”

That voice you know well, even though it has never spoken to you directly. Everyone knows the king’s voice. Right now, it sounds faintly amused, as its owner strolls over to join the gaggle of guards surrounding you. You swallow and take a step back, your heel nudging into the white-washed wall behind you. You lean into it, press your palms against it, focusing on your breathing.

“What’s the big to-do, hm?” Pagan Min asks, just as his shoes come into your field of view. Red crocodile leather, polished to a high sheen.

The soldiers have all straightened to salute him. Now they shift slightly, probably exchanging glances.

“Uh. Sir. Uh. Just having a joke with weirdo, here,” one of them ventures. “All in good fun. We’re buddies. Aren’t we, kid?”

You should probably nod, but you can’t quite seem to move.

“Oh. Huh,” Pagan says.

It sounds like a verbal shrug. Somehow, you manage to tear your eyes off the ground long enough to dart a quick glance at his face. He’s watching you, and when he catches you looking at him, his mouth quirks the tiniest of smiles. And if you didn’t know better … you could swear he winks at you.

“Well!” he continues, “Last I checked, all my staff have names, and I’m pretty sure your friend here isn’t called ‘Weirdo’. I’m also pretty sure you are supposed to be in the barracks for a briefing that started, oh—” he checks his watch, “—five minutes ago. Now, far be it from me to tell you how to do your job, but you know how temperamental my commander-in-chief tends to get…”

There is a moment of stillness, and then one of the soldiers hisses a curse, and they all salute the king again and scramble off towards the barracks. The one who had been holding your phone drops it. You hear yourself cry out softly and you dive for it as it hits the flagstones. You collect your headphones, hands shaking slightly. They don’t seem to have broken any worse than they already were, so that’s something. The phone screen is cracked quite badly, but perhaps it still works—

The red shoes are still there. Why hasn’t he gone yet?

You tilt your head back before you think better of it. The king is watching the army men disappear around a corner, hands in the pockets of immaculate black trousers. “Soldiers always seem to have the absolute worst sense of humour,” he muses. “I wonder why that is.” Then he glances at you, and his lips split in a grin. “But I’m sure they’ll appreciate my little joke at their expense. Hm! That briefing takes place over in the gulag.”

And then he winks again, and saunters off.