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Simon "Ghost" Riley x Autistic Reader headcanons.

A/N: I myself am not autistic but I do know a fair bit about it. So I figured I'd write headcanons before writing a fic just to dip my toes in and see if I can get it right.

I know that autism can present a bit differently for some things across different people. Please feel free to let me know if something in this list is not correct. ❤️

Ghost would be lying if he said he didn't give you extra special treatment apart from his other teammates. And it's well justified. Simon knows not to compare you to a child but he also knows that you need things the others don't.

Simon has picked up on subtle signs throughout the months working with you. How sometimes when things didn't go according to plan on base it would leave you more stressed out than it should have. Sometimes if your food wasn't what you had expected it to be, he'd notice how you'd react.

He eventually consulted your file before making any decisions. That's how he'd found out you are autistic.

Simon knew someone who was autistic, so he made sure to keep his eye close on you.

He noticed each little shift. How you would stim with your clothing or your hair, too embarrassed to carry a fidget toy around base. But that didn't matter to Simon. He made sure to take care of everything. He bought some fidget toys small enough to fit in his jacket and when in meetings or just sitting around, he'd pull a toy like magic from his pocket and hand it over.

You'd been incredibly grateful the first few times, and then it just became routine that Simon would carry around the toys for you and have one on hand whenever you needed.

He also noticed which ones you liked, and didn't like. Some you would hand back because they didn't feel right on your fingers. Others clicked and slid in a way you didn't quite like, and he kept a tab of that. He compared fidget toys you did like to similar ones and was very precise every time he got you a new one.

He made sure that in every environment he was nearby. How you'd react to the lights, different sounds. How you'd react when it got to loud and crowded or too quiet. What noises bugged you and what calmed you.

When on missions, Simon made sure to talk you through each step. He thought his voice would help you to face the unexpected. Telling you where to go and exactly what to do, ready to face any situation.

"Take a deep breath y/n, you're doing great. Two Shadows on your left, you can take them out from where you are without being spotted"

Your level of empathy and emotional awareness was also something he had to take into account. You could sensitive to anger. You could feel a great deal of empathy and almost take on the burden of It being your fault even if you had nothing to do with it. Because of this, Simon made sure that you were aware his anger was never on you.

"Simon? Did I do something wrong? You looked really upset when you looked at me earlier and I just thought that maybe-"

Simon places his hand on your shoulder. "No no, just had a rough morning. You did absolutely nothing wrong. Got it?"

Simon has also become much more aware of how he teases you. You were emotionally aware to the point that you very clearly understood Simon would joke about being hurt, or would make fun of you and it was all jokes. He understood that you understood how his emotions worked as well.

But there was the occasional time where Simon would pretend to be hurt by your words and you'd have genuine regret. It doesn't happen as often as he would have thought, but when it does, he's right there to reassure you he is completely fine.

Simon actually gets more upset than you do when people call you a child wrapped up in an adults body with a nice little bow on top. Of course you have your traits but Simon has seen your hobbies and interests. You're no super genius but you are more than a child. You just have a different trajectory point on life's train tracks. And Simon makes sure to remind anyone he doesn't think is being respectful of you as a person.

Nightmares can affect you more harshly because of your emotional investment with things and the people around you.

The first time Simon saw you become overstimulated he was a little scared he'll be honest. He panicked a little bit. But now he knows exactly what to do. At first he tried to comfort you, allowing you to be swallowed up in his embrace, he crushed you tightly in his arms and smoothed his hands over your muscles. It would sometimes take a while for you to come down from your high, but he was there for every moment.

When he becomes a bit better at knowing how to handle a situation when you get over stimulated the process is smoother. Simon will notice how you can completely shut down. Sometimes it's near a meltdown with tears flowing everywhere. And other times you just disconnect. You don't move, don't speak, completely distant. Simon approaches you gently and picks you up in his arms.

"This ok?" He whispers near your ear as to not startle you. You cling to him tightly, burying your head in his neck. "Alright, come on, you've had a long day."

He rubs your back and brings you to your room. If you're away from base he just finds a separate room that is quiet. Anywhere he can go to separate the noise and bustling energy from you. If you're in your room he'll lay you down and just get you to relax.

Tears flow down your cheeks, hands still clasping the material of Simon's hoodie. Simon gently rubs your collar and down over your shoulders. He presses on different parts of your arms until you relax. "Take a deep breath. Take a deep breath." Simon breathes in deeply, prompting you to mimick. He wipes the tears from your cheeks and fetches your heavier blanket from the end of the bed. "See? You're ok."

He grabs your fidget from your desk and place it in your hand, or sometimes he'll lean over you and allow you to play with his sweater.

He talks softly and calmly, he does know kinder and softer words of reassurance help.

Sometimes all you want to do is hug Simon under the warmth of your weighted blanket, his arms wrapped around you like mountains compressing you from all angles.

And sometimes Simon will shut the door, lay you on your back and lay the weighted blanket just above the bend in the bottom of your spine. If you want a fidget toy he'll get you one to distract your hands while he runs soothing motions along your muscles, feeling them relax and contract. He plays white Noise in the background for you, or he'll give you his phone so you can watch soap cutting videos or other visually satisfying things.

"How are you doing?" He whispers near your ear, thumbs rubbing over your stomach and up around your back to cup your shoulder blades. "Look at it." You flip the phone to show a satisfying paint video. "Oh, that's a cool one isn't it?" You nod and go back to watching it.

Wherever Simon got so good at doing massages, you would not change it for the world. You've expressed before how nice they feel and how they calm you down. And Simon continues to do them.

Simon always makes sure that when you're over stimulated you have something to do with your hands. Again, if you want to play with his hoodie he'll stay with you so you can. If you want to run your hands through his hair, he's become comfortable enough to allow it.

"What are you doing up there?" He asks with a smile. You hum, combing your fingers through the short hair of his nape and up into the longer locks. "Soft." You express the feeling over your fingertips. "Yeah? I did shower." "I like your hair."

The occasional times you go nonverbal and are unsure how to express your needs, Simon will pull out a few toys and just crawl up next to you. He holds out his hoodie strings and comb his fingers through your hair.

He lays next to you, holding up one of the fidget toys. You gently take it and allow your fingers to move over it. Simon stays, fingers moving to drift through your scalp. You abandon the toy quicker than he expected and reach for his hoodie. "Oh you want this?" He smiles and moves closer so you can play with the strings of his hoodie.

Simon knows that you are incredibly passionate about what makes you happy. He often bugs you that you never shut up, but he knows you love it. One time when you both couldn't sleep early on the morning, Simon made you both tea and sat silently while you went on for nearly four hours about the lore of your favorite game/movie/TV show. He'd add little key points and poke out certain details, which would lead you down a detailed side rant before coming back to wrap everything up. The conversations would ring you dry of information. Simon would be lying if he said he didn't like it when you info dumped on him.

It was one of your ways you expressed your love. Sharing these things that made you so incredibly happy and Simon wanted to be a part of that.

Simon is still learning, and honestly he's very happy to learn. Sometimes he gets things right and sometimes he doesn't. But he is always here to make sure you get the care and provision you need. Whether it's taking a step back or a step in.

ND culture is identifying with your born gender (Female) but needing to be paid to be "pretty" or dress up like I will not do it for free to make people more comfortable like I'm sorry it's society which is wrong

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Hiii, I have a request (my first one on here tbh)

Fat reader x monster with lots of tension he can’t get enough of her

Kraken Monster x Chubby Reader 🦑

CW: Age Gap [Reader is in her late 20s while Sebastian is in his early 40s.], brief mentions of death [Not Reader].

🎐✩｡ It was a normal day honestly.. It was a hot day, a good day to be either chilling in a watery environment like a pool, or a lake. Heck, even the ocean was a good place to take a swim. You were feeling confident so you decided to wear a two piece tankini to show off your figure and assets. Your friends had to decide to go on a boating trip last minute. You happily accept the invite cause you felt like you were melting your ass off in your house.

🎐✩｡ You guys rented a small yacht for the day and headed out to sea. As you were boating around you and your friends looked around for any fishes or dolphins. You guys spotted a few fish but then everything was quiet. There weren’t any more fishes and the coral seemed duller than normal. Suddenly out of nowhere some tipped your boat over and you and your friends tumbled into the water.

🎐✩｡ Once your bodies hit the water you all noticed something in the water. It was too fast to distinguish what it was. You then felt a long thick tentacle wrap around you. It slowly started squeezing you. Your friends swam over to you and tried to free you but to no avail. More tentacles came and wrapped around your friends.

🎐✩｡ The tentacles squeezed your friends tightly before pulling them downwards into the depths. You however stayed near the surface of the water but you were slowly losing oxygen it became hard to keep your eyes open and your lungs burned. The last thing you saw was a flash of red.

🎐✩｡ You then woke up and gasped for air. You looked around and saw you were in a grotto of some sorts. You looked down and saw that your swimsuit was still intact which made you let out a sigh of relief. You were about to jump into the water but stopped when you saw a pair of sharp eyes staring at you. You squeaked in fear and sat down on the rock that you had been laying on.

🎐✩｡ You noticed the pair of eyes getting closer. Your heart started to race at the prospect of being eaten or killed by this creature. You close your eyes waiting for the pain but it never came. You opened your eyes and saw a man with red hair with a few gray streaks in it patting your head. “Stay..” His voice was slightly raspy probably from not using it. His lower half was submerged in the water. He was very handsome despite being probably so much older than you.

🎐✩｡ He nuzzled his cheek against your chubbier one. His stubble tickled your skin, making you let out a small giggle. He lifted hand showing his webbed fingers and he put them up in a surrendering gesture. “Not gonna hurt ya.” He rasped out. “T-Thanks but what are you and what happened to my friends?” You questioned him. You noticed the way he stiffened when you mentioned your friends. “Friends.. gone.” He told you. It seemed like he didn’t know that much English.

🎐✩｡ He then pulled himself out of the water. His lower half was pure tentacles.. This shocked you no wonder he was in the water for so long. Sensing your shock and confusion he slowly explained what happened. Saying that his older brother took your friends to the bottom of the ocean where he resided but he managed to save you just before that could happen to you as well. You felt slightly suspicious but decided to push that feeling aside. I mean you were still alive so that’s something.

🎐✩｡ When you asked again what he was he hesitated for a few minutes before telling you that he was a kraken. You obviously panicked a little after hearing that which made him a bit nervous but he reassured you that he wasn’t going to hurt you. That kinda made you a little less anxious. You asked him what he wanted and he just responded that he wanted a friend because he was lonely and that he thought you were pretty.

🎐✩｡ You blinked in surprise but didn’t question it. If a handsome half kraken man thought you were pretty then so what at least he wasn’t trying to kill you.

🎐✩｡ After a few months you two became really good friends. You had learned that the Kraken’s name was Sebastian and that you both had a lot of common interests with each other and you taught him the English language so you two could communicate a bit better. He also brought you food when you were hungry and sometimes he’d bring you treasure that he found.

🎐✩｡ He knows he should’ve drowned you but every time he imagines pulling you down into the depth of the dark ocean. He can imagine the fear on your chubby little face and for some reason that makes his heart ache. Not to mention he’s so much older than you. You’re such a sweet little young thing. He’s glad that he met a sweet little thing.

🎐✩｡ He also couldn’t help the growing feelings that started to flourish whenever he was around you. He immediately feels guilty about it; he shouldn't be feeling this about you. Sure you were an adult but he convinced himself that you wouldn’t want to be with him but secretly you had been crushing on him as well. He made your heart flutter in ways you couldn’t explain. You two seemed oblivious to the mutual pinning.

🎐✩｡ But mating season was starting to rear its head. Maybe you could show him how much you want instead of telling him.

Part 2 Maybe..?

[If this is not to your liking I can rewrite this 🙏]

My Girl 🫶🏽

Oh you.. don’t like gwen Stacy? I say ever so lightly shuffling away and overall disliking you a little more

The girls! !

Does anyone else want like a queer platonic partner/roommate? Like you live together but separate rooms and spaces but you can cuddle and maybe kiss and …other stuff 👀 but like queer platonic roommates

Loud Repost!!

fyi things like insulin, hearing aids, wheelchairs, glasses costing money at all is a form of structural ableism

dawg aint no way you have hate skinny people to include that in your "what i dont write" unless your trying to say that you don't write any sensitive topic like anorexia or something then I can see why

I am on the chubby side yet i dont go doing this to people who are skinny... 💀💀

Pause.. pump your breaks. Please don’t go and assume that I hate skinny people just because I don’t write for them. I don’t hate skinny people and I never will because at the and of the day we’re all humans. We deserve to be treated with respect even if we don’t always see eye to eye.

hiiiiiii reguri nation (designs belong to @twilight-trix 💖💖)

I saw the ship dialogue prompt and I came to request for Lost Sliver with numbers 9. and 20. Maybe reader is comforting Lost sliver about something.

9) "You look sad".

20) "I could just use a hug."

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"Nice job, Chansey. I appreciate your help." Smiling, you watched as the normal-type Pokémon plastered the final bandaid onto Gold's torso, covering the cut there.

While she tended to the numerous smaller injuries to his body, you focused on bandaging his limbs, making sure they were wrapped snuggly into stumps.

Of course, you weren't worried about him getting any infection since, well..he was dead. He couldn't catch the common cold even if he tried.

But you knew that he's been insecure about leaking blood everywhere and grossing out everyone he met, so you decided to do something about it and let him into one of your clinical rooms at the Pokémon Center.

Being a nurse who helped patients with traumatic injuries had its perks, as you knew exactly how to help your boyfriend.

However, it was only now that he decided to trust you enough to do this. He used to flinch at being touched before, and so for him to approach you and finally agree to this brought you relief.

He allowed you pull off his hat, jacket, and shirt, leaving just his shorts on before you got to work patching him up. You could see how flustered he was, cheeks turning pink despite his expression remaining blank. But he didn't complain once, simply nodding when you asked if he was okay so far.

However, after giving Chansey a treat for her good work before sending her out of the room, you were confused when Gold seemed...even sadder than before.

He didn't look happy in the slightest, staring at his covered wounds with a frown.

"What's wrong, love? You look sad." You remarked, gently running your fingers through his hair. When he didn't answer you, worries began clouding your mind. "If you need anything else..please tell me. I'm here to help you, no matter what."

"I feel...fine, but...." He stopped, looking down at the bandages on where his legs would've been. "I....I could just use a hug. But I know I look...d-disgusting...so.." His breath hitched, tears of blood leaking from his eye sockets as he began regretting such a stupid request. "Forget it...I-I don't need anything else.."

Your heart broke at the fact he thought that about himself. But then again...this was probably the first time he was seeing himself after his death on that mountain. He had been stuck in those same clothes for years until you came along.

Now with most of them off, it reminded him that he's just a limbless frostbit corpse...and always will be.

How were you not grossed out?

"Gold..." Frowning slightly, you sat beside him and pulled him into a hug, feeling him shake with quiet sobs. His skin was freezing cold, but you did your best to keep him warm. "You don't look disgusting to me at all."

"..I-I don't..?"

"No, I've seen lots of stuff in my career so..this doesn't bother me at all." You carded a hand through his hair. "I'm just glad you trusted me, sweetheart."

Hearing you call him that left Beautiflies in his stomach. No matter if you said it once, or a million times..that will never fail to make him flushed.

It didn't help matters when you kissed the top of his head, although he eventually relaxed in your arms, head against your chest as he listened to your heartbeat. And he closed his eyes, for once not feeling anymore pain.

He thought he was beyond help, but you proved him wrong.