Neurodiversity Acceptance Event
EVERYONE! I know this is incredibly short notice but I'm making a neurodiversity acceptance event challenge for ao3! I've tried my best to make the prompts not just exclusive to autism so please try to do as many on as many forms of neurodivergence as possible! I know April is traditionally about autism but let's be honest, the neurodivergent community is too intertwined for that!
Now, you can check the rules by going on the collection's rules
"_" usually means to insert whatever neurodivergence you want the fic to be about except in prompt 23. in prompt 23, it means insert an organisation that you feel doesn't advocate for neurodivergence properly.
Prompts can be answered in any order and you can use whatever number you want but the collection will close on the 12th of May (to give people enough time to finish stuff as i've been late releasing it)
For the "I am _" prompt, all responses must be geared towards acceptance (as do responses in general obviously but that's a particularly sensitive one so thought I'd clarify!)
To respond, put the work in the ao3 collection and in the work's description, say what prompt(s) you used
Also, fanfic can be released here on tumblr with the neurodiversity acceptance event tag!
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DAY 9: Voice Loss
@febuwhump
Finn had had a seizure overnight, that much was obvious by the stabbing pains in his limbs. It wasn't the end of the world, so he took his time, changed his pyjamas -it was his day off, he wasn’t going to get dressed - and then headed downstairs.
In the kitchen, Fao was making tea when Finn appeared, his hair a mess and looking tired. He glanced at the clock - just after nine - and then frowned at his brother. “Didn’t expect you up so early.”
Finn gave his brother a look, and then frowned. His smartarse comment had somehow got lost between his mind and mouth, but he tried again. Still, nothing.
He grumbled in frustration, pulling his hoodie closer as he flopped on the sofa. He couldn't be dealing with this.
“You alright?” He asked, following his brother into the living room. “Want a tea?”
From his nest, he shook his head.
“Something to eat?”
"No." He eventually managed, frustrated.
Fao sat on the sofa next to him, frowning. “What’s wrong?”
More questions he couldn’t answer. He huffed, though curled against Fao. "No."
“Your words fucked off?” He asked, stroking through his brother’s hair.
He nodded, visibly relaxing. He should have known better than to be worried about Fao, worried that he wouldn't get it; he always understood.
“You can sign, if you want.” Fao said. “But you’ll have to emerge a little from your nest.”
"No." He was comfy and warm,and Fao knew what he wanted without him needing to do anything.
“Is no the only word you can find right now?”
"No." He fought for a moment, managing a smirk. "Fuck."
“Oh, you’ve got that one too? Of course you have, you little shit.”
He laughed. Of course he did, he took after his older brother, after all.
“You’re the worst.” Fao shot back. “Sure I can’t get you anything?”
Finn wiggled enough to get his hand out. Lucozade. Seized.
“Overnight?” Fao asked gently.
He shrugged; he couldn't be sure for definite, but it sure felt like he had.
“Mm, okay. I think we have lucozade in the fridge. Let me up to get some?”
Finn slowly shuffled off his brother, the promise of sugar slightly better than just Fao. He left room for him on the sofa, but pulled his hoard of blankets and pillows around him.
Whilst Fao disappeared to find the lucozade, Arrow appeared, standing on his back legs to sniff Finn’s leg on the sofa. After a moment, he scrambled up to join him, struggling to get any purchase.
The pup was a welcome surprise, though he startled Finn slightly. He ruffled the dog's fur, scratching his chin before he settled. He'd taken half of the sofa up, but Finn didn't care. He gave the pup a kiss on his nose, screwing his face up and laughing as he returned the favour.
Arrow wriggled his way onto Finn’s chest, enjoying the fuss from him as he settled. He was growing like a weed, seemingly bigger every day now.
Fao arrived back with the lucozade for Finn and a cup of tea for himself, settling next to his brother again. “Oh, you’ve got a friend there.”
Finn grinned, stretching out. "Mine."
“Oh, you got another word.” Fao murmured. “Maybe he’s magic. He’s not yours, though. My baby.”
He pulled a face. "Mine."
“Yeah?”
He nodded, wrapping his arms around Arrow to prove his point. For good measure, he signed it too, looking proud of himself.
“Alright. Let’s just have a sofa day.”
Work? He signed - remembering Fao's shifts was just far too much brain power.
“Not today.”
Ollie?
Fao hummed. “I don’t think so. I didn’t hear him leave, he slept in his own bed last night.”
Finn pulled a face. Of course he slept in his own bed.
“What? Don’t look at me like that.”
Loud together.
“Oh, shut up. You’re such a prude.”
Fuck you.
“No, it doesn’t work quite like that. Other way around.”
You fuck me? Gross.
“Finn!”
Gross!
“You’re gross.” Fao replied, as Ollie appeared.
“Morning. Who’s gross?”
Finn huffed, his grin disappearing. "No."
“I’m gross, apparently. Finn says we’re too loud.”
“Sorry Finn, can’t help it. He’s good at what he does.”
Finn made a noise, hiding his face in Arrow's fur. He didn't need to know that.
Fao laughed. “Such a prude. You’re an adult too, Finn. Can’t hide from reality forever.”
“Are we having a sofa day?” Ollie asked.
Finn struggled, the words somehow getting lost on his tongue. He just wanted to be able to have a fucking normal conversation, not be limited to three words and a possible grunt. "Fuck."
Ollie frowned. “Everything alright?”
“Finn’s having trouble with his words.” Fao explained.
“Oh, that’s shit.” Ollie replied. “Do you need anything, Finn?”
He could manage that one. "No."
“Sounds like a good excuse for a sofa day to me. Arrow agrees.”
Finn shot Fao a look. He didn't want to have to share with Ollie. He just wanted Fao to himself.
Ollie hesitated, sensing Finn’s unease from the way he looked at Fao. “Well, I’m going to get a shower, then. We need to go shopping too, so if either of you think of anything, let me know and I’ll go later.”
Guilt flared through him. He wouldn't say he hadn't meant it; he had. But it still made him feel bad. I'm not moving. He can stay.
“Sorry, I…” Ollie mumbled. “I don’t know sign.”
“He says you can stay.” Fao translated quickly.
“No, it’s alright. I need a shower anyway.”
"No." He'll come back?
“Finn wants to know if you’ll come back.”
“Uh, no, you guys can have some quality time.”
Finn groaned, struggling to find the words. He stumbled over the sounds, face screwed up in frustration. "Stay."
“Are you sure?” Ollie asked. “I really don’t mind.”
A grin made its way to Finn’s face. But he needs to bring snacks.
“Finn says you need to bring snacks.”
“I can do snacks. What do you want?”
Everything.
“I’ll see what I can do, then.”
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