hii this is my first time asking so im a bit nervous hehe
i'd like to request swerve x autistic GN human reader bc we don't get enough swerve or autistic readers...
specifically how he would comfort reader during/after a sensory overload? had one recently and just need some comfort hehe
(fyi sensory overload is like the name suggests, too much sensory input at once which can lead to anxiety, irritability, discomfort, all that not so fun stuff)
please ignore if you don't write for this sorta stuff tho, i understand :)
thanks! <3
- Raft
Dawg you like me fr, gender neutral, autistic, swerve simp /lh
Thank you so much Raft for blessing me with being able to write for my husband swerve
Warnings: mentions of sensory overload, hurt/comfort
Swerve had invited you to the opening of his bar. You were excited to go and support your partner Swerve, although deep down something was uneasy.
Like a pit weighing your heart down the feeling of dread continued to creep up on you as the hours ticked by. As much as you tried to push it aside, it stayed and festered in you. Trying to focus on positives you remembered that it would be all of your cybertronian friends there. They were all very conscious of your personal space (minus whirl) so you would be ok.
But the noise… the lights… it was getting too much. Sitting at the bar you started to drift out of the conversation again. The clinking of glass making you flinch and laughter making your muscles tense to a painful degree.
You wanted it to stop so bad, but you were frozen in place by social obligation. Walking out wasn’t necessarily an option either. You were a long way from the ground and with your jaw glued shut by anxiety, you couldn’t ask anyone for help.
Skids noticed you first, seeing your knuckles white as you gripped the glass you were holding for some sort of grounding. The blue mech quickly informed Swerve, who’s attention landed straight on you. He blamed himself for this situation you were in. Damnit! He knew he should’ve brought some noise cancelling headphones!
“Y/N.” Your eyes flicked up to meet his optics. “Are you okay?” Of course not. You kept stimming uncomfortably and we’re getting a headache.
Shaking your head in reply, unsure whether or not you were coming off as annoyed at the moment. It didn’t matter, Swerve had concocted a plan with Rung just for this sort of thing. He left Skids in charge of the bar, not even saying a word to any of the other patrons in the bar.
Instead your lover gently scooped you up, being careful to avoid jostling you to much. The sturdiness of his frame was a welcome one, and the change of position gave you enough motivation to at least become comfortable in his grasp. The minibot toted you out of the bar and the noise of the crowd faded away.
You still didn’t speak, but Swerve’s kind words were beginning to ground you back to reality.
“There ya go. Deep breaths hun, it’s okay now. I’ve got ya. The party will be fine- I was showing Skids how to mix drinks all fancy earlier. You know the flips with the shakers that you like so much? He knows how to do that too! So he will entertain everyone until you’re rested up. No hurry babe.” Most would think that his constant rambling would upset you further, how wrong they were. You lover’s speech was like a sweet little lullaby.
Reaching the habsuite he set you on the shared berth, not bothering with the lights except for one lamp in the far corner of the room. He set you upon your throne of soft blankets, pillows, and favourite toys. Swerve was quick to pick up anything you could stim with on shore leave, so you were stacked with everything you needed. The short mech only disappeared for a moment to return with some water and your favourite comfort food. He set them beside you to, not pressuring them on you.
“Come here sweetspark.” Swerve shuffled over onto the birth and let you climb onto his chassis. “Take as long as you need.” He was such a sweetheart, so kind. How did you score such a heartthrob?
Unsure at first, his digits brushed your cheek. When you didn’t pull away his derma quirked up into a smile. “There’s my wonderful softy. Feeling better already? Wanna cuddle?”
After nodding another quick yes, Swerve got the two of you comfortable for recharge, or to just simply watch you do something calming. You had Swerve, and he had you. And that was the most wonderful thing he could ask for.
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i want to smash every tv and speaker in this house right now WHY do nt people not realize how fucking annoying it is in general and overstimulating for anyone not them to have multiple TVs blaring across the house.
like oh my god the past 3 years i've lived here makes me want to go live in a fucking shack in the middle of the forest or something. it was nice at first because it's an actual house and the s/os friend is the owner and he lets us rent for cheap but. dude. holy fuck.
this man leaves 3 TVs on all hours of the day and night at ridiculous and unnecessary volumes. he is not hard of hearing at all. i guess cause thats how his dad always did it he does it like that too. all of them on different channels. it's like having a fucking club in the house at all hours or something. then to make matters worse my s/o has 2 monitors and the TV going when he's home and HAS to have something on youtube playing. and he gets home before i'm off work so the last hour of my day i am literally surrounded by commotion inside plus in voice chat with my team plus handling support chats.
can't shut doors because cats will sit there and claw the door and/or carpet. the office puts me closer to the loudest TV in the whole house. the noise is inescapable and i'm like edging on the verge of overstimulation all hours of the day.
i don't want to ever go back to working in-person in an office but i am seriously beginning to consider just going to a co-op workspace a few days a week for my own sanity. at least people in those places respect some peace and quiet. that or just eat up my phone data to use as a hotspot and work from the park.
seriously tho. i cannot wrap my head around how this shit doesn't bother them. or how they prefer it. how are they the ones considered normal when they do shit like that alksgjal;sdkjga
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