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Rabbot x disabled!reader 

Written based off my experience with heds but it’s not specified what disorder they have 

 You’ve been with Jack and Robby for almost two months and it’s starting to become very apparent to them that you are avoiding staying the night why they have no idea why 

They decide to bring it up at dinner the warm light cascade over restaurant as Robby  finished up talking about some work He got done on his motorcycle when Jack cleared his throat. “Honey after dinner do you wanna come over and watch a movie?” Pretending to consider it as you feel the ache in your knees and your hip after long shift At the ED. Oh! I would love to but I really have to feed the cats your voice is cut off by Robby’s calm, but stern voice “that’s no problem you can drive you by your house on the way there”

 You end up, making up some excuse about plans with your parents in the morning 

   At the end of the night after they had dropped you off the radio turned down low with the faint sound of your favorite song you insisted on playing in the car the boys turn to each other with a knowing looks that it just happened again

 It’s a couple weeks after your last date And You’re standing leaning against the charting cart when Robbie walks up to you and Rubbing your back “Stay over tonight”. His voice final. You start to argue about how you can’t. Robbie shifting his weight from foot to foot. Lets you finish and then turns around starts walking towards the exit and then shouts. “ you can explain to me why you’ve been avoiding staying the night on the car  ride over come on.”

You slammed the door and then turn to look at Robby “Talk to me kid” 

There’s a long pause before you mutter “all my stuff is at my house”   what? he says turning 

towards you at my house I have my heating pad and I have a special pillow for my knees and my back so my spine stays aligned and I need to take a shower which means I have to stand up and then I feel like going to pass out so I have a shower chair And if I don’t have all my stuff the pain will keep me up all night and then I won’t be able to sleep and I have to go to work tomorrow. 

Putting the car in drive and pulling out of the parking lot and turning turning to the side he says let’s go get your stuff. “ it’s too much to bring from house to house.” Shaking his head “honey Jack has half of that stuff and the other half well buy doubles of” 

 Robbys sitting on the couch when Jack, walked through the door one hand on his backpack one hand holding a bouquet of flowers “hey brother I got your text.” Where is she?” Robby glances up from his book “taking a shower.” 

Robby x disabled!reader 

it’s not specified what disorder the reader has but it’s based off of my experience with HEDS

Being a nurse was arguably hard now being a nurse whose body’s feels like it’s falling apart makes it a little harder 

Bending over to take the little girls temperature I feel the sharp twinge in my joints after taking the vitals of the little girl 

I turn towards the door spotting Robby grabbing hand sanitizer. But before leaving I turn towards the concerned, mother hand on her daughter’s back and shoot her what I hope is a comforting smile and not one that shows the pain Im forced to work through.

Making sure the door doesn’t slam behind me I make my  way towards Robby and smile back at him   “walk with me” without having to think about it my feet start moving in the direction he’s going “how are you feeling.” Like my KT tape started peeling three hours ago. I respond.  well in that case how does a bath with Epson salt sound after work sound  hm?

  audibly growning I respond “Like heaven”  

It’s about two hours past the time your shift was supposed to be over when you’re walking out the sliding doors with Robby holding your hand  “that’s got to be a record”  no way! a man came in two weeks ago complaining about stomach pain princess did a little bit of digging and found out that he ate three whole pizzas on a dare. Turning my head towards him we both break into gigantic smiles. 

I’m picking at the edges of the tape, peeling at my  knees. my head shoots up as Robby walks into the bathroom doorway.  “you know if you just agreed to move in with me you wouldn’t have to deal with this ridiculously small bathtub.”  oh but moving means taking time off from work and you and I both don’t know how to set Work life boundaries.  Leaning over to kiss my forehead, he mutters “touché come on let’s get you dried off and go to bed” 

Laying in bed, I lean over to turn off the lamp and then turn towards Robby as he’s putting away his book on the nightstand I grabbed my heating pad and make sure it’s on promise me “you’ll come find me at work if the pain is ever too much right?” looking into his soft eyes I know he’s not just saying it he means it “promise”

Summary: Peter gets home and finds you in an autistic meltdown

Warnings: meltdown (what I PERSONALLY would consider milder ish), stimming, brief hitting stim, overstimulation (not the good type the 'tism type)

A/N: I am autistic, but autism is a large spectrum. Every autistic person has different symptoms, stims, etc. Meltdowns look different for every autistic person, and can look different situationally.

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Peter fiddling with the keys to the apartment, struggling to unlock the door when his arms full.

"Hey babe! Sorry I'm late, training went long! But I picked up Chinese!" Peter calls, kicking the door shut behind him and setting the bars of takeout down on the kitchen table.

No response. That's odd, you're usually doing homework at the table or reading on the couch when he gets home. He hears a faint creaking from the bedroom.

"Baby, you in here?" peter asks, pushing the door open.

You're sitting on the bed, sitting with your legs crossed and back to him, with your noise canceling headphones on. Peter leans against the doorframe, watching as you rock back and forth on the bed. You're rotating between flapping them in the air at your side and using to rock harder on the bed. You have a pillow in front of you for went you rock forward.

Peter considers if he should try to get your attention. He knows something's you just need to stim like this after a long day. Peter doesn't have autism like you, but with his high end senses, he definitely understands how overstimulating the outside world can be and often stims along with you at home.

This connection had made your relationship extra sweet. The nights you spent curled up together, stimming and info dumping about your mutual special interest are some of Peter's favorites.

Peter's body stiffens as you make a distressed sound and start hitting the side of your head. He's behind you on the bed in a flash, holding your arms away from your head not not restricting your rocking.

"Noooo," you whine, flapping your hands in his strong gasps.

Peters nudges one side of your headphones what so you can hear him.

"I know, angel, I'm sorry, I'm sorry," Peter soothes, "Squeeze my hands, luvie. Hard as you can,"

Peter settles in behind you, resting his chin on your shoulder and wrapping him arms around you so your arms are crossed on your chest. He uses his strength to provide the deep pressure that you need to regulate, squeezing you. He starts rocking back and forth with you, supporting you need to stim while keeping you from hurting yourself.

You start hum and squeeze his hands tightly. Your nails dig into his palm, but he doesn't care. He just holds you as you continue rock back and forth on the bed.

Peter realizes you're humming the tune to "Just Keep Swimming" over and over again. In the last, you shared that you often did this during meltdowns, replacing "swimming" with "stimming" in your head to help regulate youself.

Once you stop squeezing his hands, he releases your. You start flapping your hands again as he moves one arm diagonal across your chest to you shoulder, and the other around your waist so he can give you more spread out pressure.

Peter watches carefully as your stimming looses it's distressed edge and shifts to little nervous stims. Your hummings gets softer until it fizzles out.

"You're home," you finally croak.

"Hi babygirl," Peter smiles, pecking your neck, "You wanna talk about it?"

You're quiet for a moment, your rocking slowing to a stop. You turn around in his arms, wrapping your arms and legs around him and clinging to him like a koala.

"Not yet. Keep going,"

Peter nuzzles his cheek against your head, moving one hands up to cup the back of your head as he starts rocking again for the both of you.

After a while, your vice grip on him loosens and you pull away. You pull off your headphones and let them fall around your neck.

"Baby, I'm sorry I grabbed your hands like that. I just didn't want you to hurt yourself," Peter whispers, cupping your cheek.

"it's okay, I'm sorry, I-"

"Don't apologize. Never apologize for your sensory needs,"

Your heart melts at his words.

"I had to ride the subway home today. It was so loud and people-y and my shoes got sticky on the floor and I got home and my whole body was itchy and I...yeah. you saw,"

"I understand, baby. The subway is so overstimulating. You wanna brainstorm alternatives to it and ways we could make it easier for you over dinner?"

You nods earnestly, leaning forward and kissing Peter before climbing off the bed.

The two of you enjoy the best cold Chinese food you've ever had, hand in hand, with no judgment and full understanding for each other.

A/N: came up with this idea last night when I had a similar meltdown but not this support. In this house, we don't get depressed, we get inspired (to write silly little fanfics)

It is generally not recommended to restrain someone when they are stimming. It can often do more harm than good and escalate the situation.

If you have an autistic loved one, people discuss with them what to do in case of a loved one and if they start stimming in a harmful way

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part one/part three

How I think the women of The Pitt would react when learning that their coworker and partner is autistic.

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Author's Note: This is purely for entertainment purposes; the depictions of autism in this work are reflective of fictional and personal experiences and are not intended to represent the lives and experiences of all autistic individuals.

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I haven't seen anything so far. I imagine her masking very well but at some point she can't take it anymore, maybe because something triggering happened. Social cues , stress and everyone talking at once overwhelming her.

My house of stone, your ivy grows and now I'm covered in you

Summary: Samira and you have been dating since she finished her year as an R3, so you’ve decided to start a new chapter in your lives and have a baby. Despite everything, she offers to carry the baby so you don’t get overwhelmed by the entire pregnancy process, but you really want to carry her child, no matter the complications, as long as you know she’ll be by your side

Warnings: mild mention of sensory overload, emotional overload; no reproduction fetish is being portrayed here—this is purely lighthearted. I’m not a doctor or anything close to one; I’m just a silly girl writing at 3:00 a.m., so please forgive me if this isn’t what you expected or isn’t accurate.

Jason Todd x Autistic Reader

cw: SFW, fluff, reader can be read as any gender, sensory seeking

One of the most helpful things in your life was the fact that you had a boyfriend that took your autism in stride. It's not that you never thought you'd be able to date because of your autism, you just know from experience that for some people, dating an autistic person can be a challenge. Miscommunication was common and it could be hard in general for people who aren't willing to learn and adapt to living with an autistic person in their life. It wasn't for everyone. 

But Jason took it all in stride. He actually loved learning about all the things that came with knowing you; what textures you couldn't stand, what foods you couldn't eat, what methods you used to regulate, and self soothe when you were overstimulated or overwhelmed. He loved hearing about whatever you were so hyper fixated on at any given time and he actually took the time to learn about those things you liked in his own free time, too. Jason just…he tried. And he tried way more than any other person you've dated before. 

He knew you, inside and out. All the parts of you other people didn't really understand, he did. And he loved all of it. Most days he was good at being able to tell when you were getting overwhelmed or nearing a burnout phase before even you could tell. So, when he came home, kicking the door shut with his food as he tossed his keys on the small table by the front door, the first thing that left your mouth wasn't too surprising.

“Please crush me.”

Jason's lips twitch into a small smile. He'd seen this coming and could tell from your scattered texts during the day that today had been a lot for you. You'd worked today and that was always exhausting, paired with the fact that he knew the rain today hadn't helped much; you hated when your hair got wet and stuck to your face on your walk home from work. And he knew you hated the way your socks would be damp by the time you got home. Paired with a whole day of masking for the public at work and…well, Jason just knew you'd ask for this the second he got home.

“You sure?” He shrugs off his jacket and hangs it up by the door, pausing to push his shoes off as he glances over at you.

You've made a comfortable nest on the couch; a few pillows and your favorite blankets tucked around you. The room was lit by the soft fairy lights he'd strung up months ago when he realized how harsh his main living room light felt to you. It looks comfortable, the same sort of comfortable little nest you always make when you want to be warm and not locked up in the bedroom. 

You're wearing one of his t-shirts and your favorite pair of sweats. You're comfortable, with the noise canceling headphones he bought for you pushed down to rest around your neck as you sit up on the couch to look at him, nodding.

“Yeah,” you reply, taking a breath and letting it out slowly. “Need the compression.” 

He smiles softly and walks over to the couch, gently reaching out to carefully remove the headphones from your neck. He sets them down on the coffee table and then reaches out a hand towards your face, pausing to shoot you a questioning look. Waiting for permission to touch.

You nod and the second his large hand cups your cheek you melt a bit into the touch with a soft sigh. He's warm. Familiar. “Long day.”

“I know, babe,” Jason assures softly, his thumb stroking along your cheek for a moment before he pulls his hand away. He gestures for you to lay back down. “Come on, get comfortable. Crushin’ time for my poor baby.”

You offer him a smile that's both amused and relieved, moving aside some of the pillows and blankets so you can lay back down properly. Jason watches, his own amused smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth as he watches you squirm around to get comfortable. When you're ready, you hold your arms out with a firm nod, “Do it.”

Crushing you is actually more like…Jason just laying his entire body on top of you. It's the pressure you like. The way it makes you feel so much more aware of your body and makes you feel more grounded in the moment.

Jason's careful as he lays himself on top of you, he always is. He's a big guy, after all, and heavier than you with all the muscle on him. When he lowers himself onto you, he takes his time. Slowly lowering himself down until you let out a loud sigh of relief at the way his weight gently presses down against you. 

The first few times you asked for this, he'd been worried he'd actually crush you. You had to explain to him that no, he wouldn't hurt you, and yes, you did really enjoy having the weight of his body against yours. While it had been hard to explain, he seemed to understand when he saw how easily it helped you finally relax when you needed that sensory input. 

“Better?” Jason murmurs softly, his lips by your ear as his chin rests on your shoulder.

You give a small nod, taking a breath and letting it out slowly. “Mhm. Thank you.”

“Don't have to thank me,” he chuckles softly and one of his hands finds one of your hips, rubbing gently. Easy enough to be felt but not enough to add to any other sensory discomfort you were having right now. “Sorry you had a rough day.”

You shake your head, “Happens. Better now.”

He hums softly in agreement. Better now that he could make sure you were okay. Better now that he could help you in whatever way you needed. “You eat yet?”

You make a bit of a face and then shrug as best as you can with his weight pressing down on you. “Had a banana when I got home. And water.”

You can almost feel the frown on his face. He scoffs softly. “A real five star meal, huh?”

You laugh softly. “Yeah. Nothing else sounded good.”

He considers that for a moment, no doubt running through all the usual options when food feels particularly hard for you. He lifts up enough to look at you, an eyebrow raised as he gives you a small, playful looking smile. “Well, we got three options, babe. One; I can whip up some mac and cheese if you're still liking that. Two; I can cut you up another banana and maybe get you some crackers and that juice you like. Or three; we can scroll on my delivery app and see if anything there sounds good.” 

You consider the options, running them all through your head. He doesn't move from his spot on top of you, patient as ever. You hum softly in thought and then look at him again. “Secret fourth option; mac and cheese and a banana.”

Jason snorts softly and shakes his head. “Alright, I think we can manage that. Need me to stay here a bit longer first?”

You nod a bit, your arms wrapping around him, hands fisting gently in the back of his shirt. “Just a few more minutes. Please.”

“Alright,” He relents, laying back down on you properly, gently nuzzling his face into your neck. “Just a few more minutes and then we’re getting food into you before you get all cranky because you’re hungry.”

You can’t even really argue with that; you would get cranky when your body finally realized how hungry it was. For now, just for a few more minutes, you were content to relax under the pressure of his body against yours as it chases away the stress and overwhelm from the day.

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steve rogers x disabled!reader

Summary: Steve helps you slow down your morning when you wake up with increased joint instability and pain

Warnings: fluff, chronic pain, mention of joint dislocation, orthotic braces (knee and AFO braces), brief sexual innuendoes, mention of spanking, joking about illness/disability

A/N: this specific character has hEDS, POTS, mobility issues, and uses AFOS, knee braces, and mobility aids. But everyone with EDS is different and requires different tools.

Word count: 962

Ehlers Danlos Sydrome- a group of genetic, connective tissue disorders that cause the body's "glue" (collagen) to be faulty, leading to loose joints, stretchy skin, and fragile tissue throughout the body.

You wake with your whole body aching. Your muscles are sore and pain shoots through your joints as you roll over.

“Morning, darlin’,” Steve smiles, looking wide awake next to you.

How long has he been awake? Was he just watching you sleep?

“Morning,” you respond sleepily, snuggling into his arms.

Pairing: Dr. Jack Abbot x resident!reader Warnings: fluff, exhaustion, brief dissociation, non sexual body weight/pressure. Pairing: When the exhaustion turns into dissociation, Jack learns how to pull you back to earth: just the grounding weight of him holding you down until the world stops spinning.

1. Clint in the vents

2. Bruce and Tony in the lab... science bros

3. Cap being accused and called out by his team ... either it's the "language" or "I understood that reference"

4. Loki for some reason being imprisoned in the tower by Odin to learn humanity blah blah

5. Thor and his poptarts

6. Natasha and wanda being the bestie

7. Reader either dating Loki or Bucky

8. Fury calling out reader initially as a threat as they were an orphan who was a lineage of witches type of trope. OR reader is Tony's kid.

9. Bucky randomly becoming besties with Sam and them having their own fights.

10. Peter and Shuri becoming besties with reader

11. Maria, pepper, wanda, Natasha and reader having sleepovers.

12. Tony having a party every time after a mission. Everyone ends up trying to lift thor's hammer and reader turns out to be worthy.

13. Loki teaching reader how to use magic.