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soryualeksi · 1 year

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Long rambling about my kids again, but:

I think the most, hm, interesting? in that I don't think I've ever encountered it before? and consistent fear Big Kiddo - who will turn 5 in a few weeks, for an age reference - has and always seemed to have since as long as he could express himself, is.

That dressing up as an animal. Will involuntarily TRANSFORM him into that animal.

And it's not a "haha he's a bit creeped out" fear, it's an actual horror that he puts a lot of concern and thought into.

By now, he at least tolerates OTHER children dressing up in his presence without absolutely losing it from anxiety. Also recently, he told me they even played "cats" together in kindergarten. ("Oh, where you a cat, too?" - "No, I was playing as myself.")

I remember one time, like maybe a year ago, when a children's sports instructor was like "and now we all gonna turn into animals!" and Big Kiddo first started a Nervous Face Twitch, then at the first chance just Got Up and ran to me and his heart was HAMMERING and he was trembling, like, he was GENUINELY afraid that in a second or two someone would magic him into a fox.

He's dressed up for carnival exactly once, I think, in a lovely dinosaur costume. And he had a lot of fun back then, because he had the choice to dress up or not. Since then, he'd remained steadfast in that he doesn't wanna dress up, but also respects that other kids like playing with costumes. And he's not scared of them anymore, (though sometimes a bit overwhelmed when an occasion arises, but that's mostly because a) everyone is suddenly DIFFERENT than usual, b) kids go hyper at a party, and c) any such holidays are obviously a change from the routine pace, even if they're still enjoyable).

So yeah, generally not dressing up or pretend-play as an animal or anything. And we're leaving it at that.

However, it's become a topic again, because yesterday was Halloween (duh). He suggested he MIGHT want to go Trick-Or-Treating "in a year" and we said yes, let's try it next year if you want it then. Then he didn't bring it up again, so we thought nothing about it (aside from me briefly trying to think up not-really-pretending-to-be-not-yourself small costume ideas that would still "count" for the mood of the event).

Until this morning. When he, out of the blue, went quiet and then asked me, "Mama. Back then, I didn't REALLY turn into a dinosaur, right? It was just a costume, right?"

I asked him whether he was still worried that a costume might transform him into an animal. "Yes." A very solemn, serious face. It's a big issue for him.

I reassured him that nothing and no one can turn him into an animal, especially not costumes, that they're just clothes for pretending. I think he genuinely understands that, but he's still. Not fully convinced that the chance 100% DOESN'T exist.

And I'm just. Fascinated by how his mind works and the things he's thinking about. (Also I hope he can get rid of the anxiety around the issue, because obviously it's a very uncomfortable feeling to have.)

So that's me rambling about my beautiful firstborn, who I just love listening to all day.

(As an aside, his sister is the polar opposite. Has a shark costume, wears the shark costume, BECOMES THE SHARK and has a BLAST chasing you going "raaaaaaaaah [her name] is shaaaaaark!!!!!! raaaaaaah!!!!!!" Interestingly, Big Kiddo NEVER fears that she's actually turned into a literal actual fish. He thinks it's funny. Little Sister Bonus or something.)

#parenting stuff #soryuchan's personal issuss #i wonder if it's a neurodivergent thing too because i know I've heard of kids absolutely refusing pretend play #and big kiddo is VERY adamant in his stance that 'i don't want to become anything but myself. i want to remain MYSELF'#he still plays that he's on patrol to douse fires and stuff but don't say 'oh are you a firefighter'#he'll just remind you 'no. I'm only pretending. it's a game. it's not real you know?' incredulous and like you can't tell #yes sweetie i know it's a game I'm familiar with the concept of games you're so cute to remind me tho #kids stuff

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hugeclearjellyfish · 1 year

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#honestly I’m feeling so shitty right now bc i was irritated with one of my kiddos today and she could tell #and the reason was bc she was refusing to properly wash her plate and dish before naptime #when every single other student who’d already finished eating had #and I told her she couldn’t go back and play with her friends until she did #and she so clearly did not want to do it #and then after five minutes she started doing it incorrectly #and I was like. no you Have to use the sponge you can’t just use your fingers #scrub with the sponge don’t just let the water drip out of it k to the plate #it took my way too fucking long to realize what the problem was and I kinda want to cry at the look of relief on her face #when I asked her if the sponge hurt her hands and gave her a soft cloth to use instead #and then she was so happy to clean it!!!!! she scrubbed away and did such a good job #like. me. a whole ass neurodivergent who has also disliked sponges in the past bc of the feel #couldn’t recognize it in her for so long and she was so sad #anyway I’m glad I figured it out eventually but the amount of time she was too scared to speak up bc I’m new and was frustrated #is probably going to haunt me for a while #but at least I know now going forward

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meetmypointlessaddiction · 4 months

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Rescuing Ellie: Part One

This is the first chapter of a new series I'm hoping to start in which Ellie is fostered and then eventually adopted by the Miller family. I can't promise when updates will be but I'm hoping it won't be too long until the next one is posted, enjoy!

Warnings: mentions of trauma, Joel and Sarah being too cute, Ellie possibly being neurodivergent is touched on slightly, childhood trauma, I think that's everything, Sarah calls reader 'mom'

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Prompt: You, Joel and Sarah and made aware of Ellie’s existence as your little family prepares to add one more

Joel was pacing around the living room, Sarah sitting on the couch with a book in hand sharing a smirk with you. “Dad! Sit down. If they walk in and see you pacing like a mad man they’re gonna turn the opposite way. Relax.” Sarah told him sternly and he nodded, making you laugh. Sarah had always been able to make him do as he was told.

“Is the bathroom clean? Did we vacuum the kitchen?”

“Joel, baby. I love you but please shut the hell up. Everything is clean, everything is tidy but the house still looks homely and welcoming, ok? The social worker would be stupid to think that our home wasn’t good enough to bring another child into.” You said to him and he nodded, taking a seat next to Sarah and letting his arm extend around the back of the couch as she leant on his shoulder.

“What book are you reading kiddo?” He asked and she smiled.

“To Kill a Mockingbird. Miss Garcia recommended it so mom took me to get it from the library on Friday.” She explained and Joel shot you a small smile.

Sarah wasn’t your biological child but that never stopped the three of you from acting like a true family. You had met Joel in a bar when Sarah was just 4 and, after a few dates, you finally got to meet his little girl and the pair of you were on your honeymoon a year later. Giving birth had never been something you had wanted to do, stories from friends and family completely putting you off the idea, but Sarah was desperate for a sibling and you knew, deep down, that Joel would love to have another kid in the house.

A knock on the door had Joel shooting to his feet, almost falling into the table, as he walked to the door to let the woman. “Mr and Mrs Miller, it’s good to see you again. And I take it this is the Sarah I got to know so much about?” She asked with a cheeky smile and Sarah laughed.

“Yeah my dad can get carried away with his bragging.” She said and Joel blushed, you squeezing his hand before he stepped aside to let the woman in.

“Well, I’m sure you're aware of why I’m here. I’m Courtney, the social worker who’s been asked to come and have a look around, make sure everything is up to scratch and walk you through the next few steps.” She clarified and the three of you nodded, Joel gesturing for her to take a seat and then taking his seat back next to Sarah who was laying her book on the coffee table.

“To Kill a Mockingbird? You like reading?” Courtney asked Sarah who nodded quickly.

“I was always read bedtime stories from dad or my uncle Tommy when he lived with us and then mom would help me read the harder books because those too are hopeless when it comes to words with more than three syllables.” She teased and Courtney laughed while Joel looked at Sarah with faux offence while you snorted into your hand.

“Well I can already tell that the three of you have a lovely dynamic going on. We’ve already discussed that it is your intention to foster a child and then adopt once the child is settled, correct?” She asked and Joel nodded.

“We don’t think it’s fair for a kid to get used to living with us and then we just change our routine once another kid comes along, you know?” You said and she nodded.

“Well, would you be able to show me around?” She asked and you nodded, Sarah opting to stay seated while you and Joel led her around your home.

“That room at the back is mine and Joel’s, Sarah’s is on the left and then the room on the right is obviously the spare room. We’ve left it pretty plain so that we can decorate it to their tastes but the room design is their choice.” You explained and she nodded.

“And you said you have two bathrooms?” She asked and Joel nodded.

“There’s the ensuite in the master bedroom and then the bathroom on your left is the bathroom that Sarah uses.” Joel told her and she nodded with a bright smile.

“It seems you’re all quite prepared for a new arrival. I believe there is someone in our system who would benefit greatly from being included in your family. If you’d like, I can set up a meeting for the pair of you to meet her and then another a few days later where you can bring Sarah along so the girls can get to know each other a little bit?” Courtney suggested and you and Joel both nodded quickly.

“That’d be great.”

“If we go and take a seat, I can go over some of her details and we’ll see what you think.”

Sitting back on the couch, Courtney pulled out a folder and Sarah peeked over the book. “Someone that eager to come live with us?” She asked and Joel rolled his eyes, nudging her slightly.

“Not when they find out you’re here.” He teased and she scoffed.

“Your old man grunts when you get up off the couch would be enough to scare anyone away. Surprised mom didn’t escape when she could.” She threw back at him and you looked to both of them.

“That’s enough with the pair of you, let’s listen to what Courtney can tell us about the girl ok?” You said and they both nodded, Joel smiling gently at you.

“So, her name’s Ellie, she’s 10 and she’s pretty mature for her age. Became independent at a young age and is generally intelligent if that’s something that interests you. She does have slight trauma which can cause occasional nightmares and she can be generally nervous around new people but is fiercely protective once she gets to know someone.” Courtney said and Joel sat up straighter.

“Sarah, you wanna go to your room for a little honey? We’ll call you back in once we go over some of the finer details?” He asked her and she nodded, collecting her book from the table and heading to her room. You looked at him confused and he cleared his throat.

“When you say trauma, are we allowed to know what that trauma is?” He asked and you looked at him shocked. Was this going to be a dealbreaker for him? “Woah no not because of anything bad. I just meant would there be anything that we could do to make the transition a little easier. Like is it better to have her meet us one at a time or maybe Sarah first or-.” You breathed a sigh of relief as he explained himself. “Kids have trauma, it doesn’t put me off fostering her just because she’s had a shitty past. I just don’t want her to feel like she has to feel a certain way once she joins us, you know?” He said more to you than to Courtney and you nodded.

“It’s probably better that she meets the pir of you first. Ellie’s mother died during childbirth and no one knew who her father was which meant that she was placed straight into foster care. She’s had some really bad experiences with foster homes which is why we are extremely careful of who we place her with. She struggles with men quite a lot which is why we always ensure that there are more women than men in whichever home she goes to. The best thing you can do for her is to just be yourselves. She has an extremely good judge of character so she’ll see straight through whatever facade you try to put up.” Courtney encouraged and you and Joel nodded, you watching as your husband took in all the information he could.

“The only other guy that’s ever really here is my brother but most of the time his wife and son are with him. Would that be ok once she gets settled?” He asked and Courtney nodded.

“As much normalcy as possible will help her settle. She doesn’t like to be a burden so feeling like your routine is being changed for her will make her feel awkward. We’ve had many fosters change their mind with Ellie due to some of her personality traits.” Courtney revealed and you frowned.

“Personality traits? What do you mean?” You asked and she frowned slightly.

“Many of the fosters believe that Ellie may be neurodivergent which could lead to some of her other traits such as her short temper and her objections to certain food textures or smells. She also struggles to divert from certain routines and some families found that hard to adjust to and it was making Ellie restless. It should also be noted that Ellie isn’t the ‘typical girl’ that a lot of families are searching for. She has very strong tastes in the clothes she wears and how she is viewed and will refuse to cooperate if it goes against what she wants.”

“We don’t expect her to stick to any kind of mould. As long as she’s her own person we don’t care.” Joel said and you nodded. “Would she be interested in any kind of sports? Sarah plays soccer so maybe signing her up for that would be a good idea?” He asked and Courtney shook her head with a smile.

“Ellie is quite small for her age so she gets pushed around a lot whenever it comes down to sports or physical activity. Her favourite hobbies are music and drawing but I’m sure she’ll tell you all about that once you get to meet her. Once you find a topic she enjoys, the girl can talk for hours.” She said and Joel’s eyes lit up, your husband’s love for music shining through and Courtney seemed to notice.

“Well, I can see you’re clearly excited to meet her so I’ll let you guys talk it over and once I’ve spoken to Ellie I’ll email with a date for you to come down to the home and meet her if that’s everything you had to ask.” You both shook your heads and Joel called for Sarah who bid goodbye to Courtney and then the three of you flopped onto the couch, Joel’s head dropping into Sarah’s lap as she shot him a stink eye for interrupting her reading.

“Well that seemed to be a success. I can’t wait to meet her.” Joel said and you chuckled, Sarah just resting her book on his face and continuing to read.

“I say we order pizza to celebrate.” You suggested and Sarah cheered while Joel grumbled.

“I hope it’s your money that’s paying for it.” He said and you and Sarah both burst into laughter.

“Of course not. Don’t you wanna provide for your girls my manly husband. Inn’t that what all you Texas men are built for?” You teased and he scoffed, laughing as you kissed his cheek.

“Make sure to order a ham and pineapple for the monster bookworm.” He told you and you nodded.

“If anybody’s order was going to be forgotten it’d be yours dad. Just accept that mom loves me more.” Sarah said, prodding his cheek and you smiled.

“What is it you want Joel?” You asked sweetly and grunted.

“All I ever want is cheese and it’s always forgotten.”

“Shut up you giant man baby.” You pushed his face into the couch cushion and he pouted.

“Thought I was your manly husband?” He asked with a slight smirk showing on his face until Sarah hit him with her book.

“Stop flirting with my mom. You’re ruining my appetite.”

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bumbledees · 8 months

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fanart for @shootingstarpilot from like lightning changing hands, the most recent fic in his shoulder the sky series. i cannot for the life of me remember when I last did fanart (fe 3 houses????) but listen, I love little medic stitch (shootingstarpilot's oc) so so much. he's NINE you guys. for clone troopers that's like SIXTEEN. he goes through so much so when he got a chance to sit in a garden with a duckling on his head and be happy i was overcome with the need to draw it. codywan in one bubble with cody definitely not paying attention to the ducks. needle (another 212th medic + oc of shootingstarpilot) in the other bubble pleased with his contribution (the duckling) to world peace. if you've read this fic please come cry about the 212th medics in general with me, and this tiny dinosaur-loving kindhearted neurodivergent kiddo in particular. as needle calls him: baby bug. baby.

#star wars #shootingstarpilot #like lightning changing hands #night_fury #on ao3 anyways #shoulder the sky #dee draws

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theaviatorthatcouldnotfly · 1 year

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okay okay since pnf is getting renewed and I've finally calmed down a bit here's my list of demands as compensation for no mml season 3 things I'd love to see in the next two seasons

MEAP ME IN ST LOUIS

!!!!!!bujeet!!!!!!!! more!!!!!!!

i will forever be screeching to see buford accidentally blush for like 0.5 seconds at baljeet before being all "sHuT uP nErD" in this essay i will-

more vanessa pls pls pls

more montnessa too (and please kill off the ferbnessa 😭 ferb having a one-sided puppy dog crush on her is cute it's fine but other than that move far far away from ferbnessa)

STACY AND PERRY PLOTLINE BEING RESOLVED

and just more stacy in general. more stacy man she's the best

CANDEREMY DATES

a few more of the mainly fireside girls episodes because oml those are gems

lots and lots and lots more neurodivergent shenanigans. LIKE LOOOOTS MORE

someone has two dads!!! or two moms!!! or two nb/gq/gnc parents!!!! or a single parent!!!! I AM BEGGING U PLEASE-

mml cameos. I do not make the rules.

mml references sprinkled in here and there

SINCE PNF GOT THEIR OWN CROSSOVER IN MML I THINK IT'S ONLY FAIR THAT MML GETS THEIR OWN OFFICIAL CROSSOVER IN PNF

hng references!!!

ofc phinabella

BREAK OUT ALL THE UNUSED PNF BOPS RN

more love händel more love händel more love händel more love händel-

(very very very long shot but perhaps a redo of aya or at least a little time skip forward for one episode?)

ON THAT NOTE. TIME MACHINE STUFF AND THE KIDDOS MEET THEIR TEENAGE SELVES WHO HELP THEM GET BACK TO THEIR TIMELINE

i just think doofenshmirtz should create a tapshoeinator

candace and vanessa taking tap dancing (@caitlinsnow-yayyy if ykyk)

more ducky momo 😭😭

CANONICALLY TRANS CANONICALLY GAY CANONICALLY BI CANONICALLY ARO CANONICALLY GNC JUST. CANONICALLY QUEER REP

okay but most of all if after this I actually don't get any mml content or queer content at all like zero like none like zilch I will screech. it will become not my 'hot motivated chaotic' villain origin story but instead my 'sobbing in a corner with my honorary peter the panda plushie' villain origin story

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c-kiddo · 1 year

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epic moment last night of rewatching cr2 momence and wanting to cry a bit bc i love tmn soooo much and earlier campaign is so nostalgic but also being reminded that cad autism is real and not just something my autism brain made up like he is just like that <3 "i dont mean to raise me voice" *is talking in one singular regular-volume tone* . .. . godbless :-3 luv him

#ik cads voice is like #deep and rumbly but i also appreciate how he jus kinda mumbles everything kinda often. its vry neurodivergent #when im done w portfolio stuff i WILL make another little autism animatic. i will #kiddo say #i luv making same post over and over

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nottapossum · 22 days

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do you think Lucifer has autism or adhd or both? I know that man isn’t neurotypical….

Def ADHD coded.

I think he got the ADHD.

The DAVE /Ref

(Gawd fucking damn it dave.)

And I for one plan on writing him as such. Lol

Love writing Neurodivergent kiddos! ✍️

There are a lot of symptoms that overlap when it comes to autism and ADHD, specifically the ones the king has:

-Rejection sensitivity

- Social challenges

-impulsivity

I personally think Lucifer has ADHD and Social anxiety.

He wants to be social and loves being around people! But he constantly worries about being judged by doing and saying the wrong things, that it becomes very stressful to do so...

And then he avoids social interaction because of it.

He needs a hug! And a fidget spinner.

And these pop-its

And this really cool duck game!

And and and! These!

He's the Ducky king! 🐤

Heheh.

I collect ducktales figurines! I relate a lot to Lucifer!

...I might be ADHD too...idk.

Oh! I Also I have another post about this! >Here<

@todayimfour @trophyxtissues2 @ask-dusty-boy @dex-dawn @abby5577

#ittybittysinners #ittybittysinnersq&h #hazbin hotel agere #hazbin hotel age regression #little!lucifer morningstar

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elsweetheart · 1 year

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maybe tomorrow you’ll know

🎀 summary: when your girlfriend ellie can’t make it to patrol, you take her slot and go with joel. your father figure comforts you when you get overstimulated.

🎀 an: trying out the diary entry kind of cover picture ?? idk if it looks cute or not but idk what else to put so there . another ldr song title lol … this fic is kinda odd ,, kind of a weird ending and idk if i like it. feels kind of ooc. oh well !! ppl requested it. this is a prequel to this fic and a late sequel to this one !!

🎀 warnings: implied acknowledgment of neurodivergence from joel ?? joel is a little nicer / more healed than he is canonically,, reader gets overstimulated and upset ,, mentions of daddy issues lol ,, mentions of grief ,, i think that’s it ??

It wasn’t unlikely that common colds and flu’s swept Jackson this time of year. It was the pollen from the trees, or maybe the sap, or something like that. Ellie had explained it you a while back but you were more focused on her freckles than the scientific explanation of illness, so the information was kind of buzzing around loosely at the back of your brain.

Ellie, who’s immune system seemed to be made of gold in other departments was hit by the cold. She had the runt of it, red nose, sore throat, awful mood. The one upside was you swanning around looking after her, but that one upside was accompanied by several downsides— as per mentioned, really shitty mood, and the God awful medicine that Maria had cranked out to those hit by the illness.

That left very few people to go on patrol, and you being the helpful angel that you were signed up without second thoughts. You, who had very little patrol experience — your talents thriving more in the gardening area or barn. The shell shock Ellie experienced from hearing you’d signed up didn’t last long thankfully, when you’d rushed to tell her that Joel told you that he’d accompany you. She relaxed a little, if she was going to feel that you were safe in anyone’s hands, it would be Joel’s.

She was honestly feeling much better, the headaches and most of the sniffles had gone away by the time the day of your patrol rolled around, but the antibiotic she was still unfortunately taking made her drowsy for the better part of the day — so for safety reasons, she wasn’t able to up and snatch your patrol slot like she’d so cunningly planned.

She’d watched you get ready, watched you pull on your jeans and a tight white t—shirt. She could tell you were trying to look ‘practical’, outfit removed of any frills and decoration like it usually would garner to seem more Ellie-esque, apparently manifesting her courage and skill to support you on the patrol. It was sweet, but she worried for you, and kept having to remind herself that Joel would be there, Joel would be there, Joel would be there. Nothing was going to get you. She didn’t let this show of course, flashing you a winning smile before you left, helping you tighten your backpack straps and kissing the nervous line between your eyebrows. “Go get ‘em, patrol girl.” She was as cool as ever.

You’d spotted Joel waiting by the gate, and your own nerves settled into a quiet hum in your chest at the sight of him. He looked unafraid, as usual — but when did he ever look afraid? His worn brown jacket was a familiar sight, and you smiled— giving him a sweet wave when he noticed you emerging.

“What, Ellie not here to send you off?” He smiled, in his gruff Joel way as soon as you were in hearing distance.

“She’s on strict doctors orders to rest and stay in bed.” You recite proudly, the two of you sharing a chuckle of disbelief at the fact that someone had managed to tell Ellie what to do. Who else would it be?

“Alright Kiddo, up you get.” He aided you onto his horse, wedging himself in the front saddle. You weren’t offended that he hadn’t trusted you with your own horse today, in fact you felt safer like this.

Joel liked spending one on one time with you, like the time you introduced him to skincare. He found you to be rather seraphic in nature — a glow of purity and light heartedness in an otherwise dark world. He was the most happy to see that you and Ellie were dating, as he found your ways to rub off on her. He’d notice the way she would actually think twice or hesitate before snapping at someone, always making sure to check for you first to gauge your emotions. Ellie was gentler than before, her jagged edges buffing themselves down as to not catch you on its spikes. In fact, Joel had notice everyone that had the grace of being around you had softened up slightly and not in a bad way, you were your own little patch of sunshine. The sugar in the tea that was Jackson.

Which is why he was happy to let you wear yourself out with words, burbling about some funny incident that occurred earlier on in the week with Jesse — Joel chuckling along due to the expressive nature in which you told the tale, glancing at the shadow in the snow of your arms waving about wildly in gesture as you did so despite the older man not facing you.

“I don’t know how you got this much energy so early in the mornin’.” He chuckled with an amused shake of his head. You sat with this for a moment, staring out at a gaggle of birds flapping about causing ruckus in the tree top. You wondered if the birds knew the world has ended, and exhaled through your nose at the thought — leaning forward to rest your cheek to Joel’s back. You suppose you were a little tired, not having much sleep from the night before.

“Changed your tune.” He hummed, a little more quietly. The sun had only just come up, and you felt the adrenaline of leaving past the gates beginning to seep out, your eyes feeling puffy and dry from perhaps lack of sleep.

“You reminded me I am a little sleepy.” You yawned and he chuckled, steering the horse round a bend making your fingers dig into his jacket just a little more. You stayed this way for a while, the two of you plodding along on the horse as Joel took mental note of routes and watched for foot prints and such. Your peaceful reverie was broken by the terrifying groan that could only belong to clickers. Your head snapped up, heart clenching in that dreaded way but Joel didn’t seem to react in the slightest. His back continued to slowly expand and deflate with his slow breaths as the two of you located the small gaggle with your eyes. He drew his weapon, a knife with a thick handle and slid off the horse.

You felt slightly vulnerable as he stepped away, weary of his feet crunching in the snow as he stalked towards the screeching clickers ambling around amongst themselves. Perhaps it really had been a long time since you’d been past the gates, as your gut tensed up as you watched Joel brutally take down the small group. You didn’t quite notice that you were clutching at your jacket, jaw tense and eyes wide until he started trudging back towards you slightly lost of breath. His eyes caught yours and gave you a curt nod to signify he was okay, watching you for a moment longer as you uncurled your hands letting your jacket free from its clammy grip.

“Been a while since you been out here, huh.” He slung himself back onto the horse with a quiet grunt of exertion.

“Yeah. I’m super out of practise, it’s bad.” You shook your head fearfully, eyes boring into the mangled figures staining the snow red as you passed them, flinching when one of their legs twitched ever so slightly.

“You’re alright. S’the people who aren’t infected you gotta watch out for.” He remarked. You stayed silent, pensive at this comment that slightly set you on edge and he added “Don’t get many o’them round here though. We’d know about it.” to soothe your anxiety.

Perhaps you’d been spoiled a little with your working hours at Jackson, because being on patrol was more demanding and time consuming than you’d have thought. Some parts were nice, like chatting with Joel when you got to sit on the horse— but the rest of it was a lot more physically challenging than you were used to. Being hoisted up onto walls, climbing over fences, Joel was giving you quite the workout in comparison to your usual quiet and peaceful days. Your backpack had grown heavier from being filled with useful items you had found to bring back home — and it was beginning to make your shoulders ache, weighing you down uncomfortably.

The sky was aglow with a breathtaking abendrot, the day been and gone having been travelling around with Joel all day. You’d mentally clocked out around 2 hours ago, feeling the exhaustion push you past your limits. You never wanted to be in a bad mood with Joel — so you hid it, but you were starting to feel a little shitty. A close run in with the infected made your ears ring from Joel’s gun shooting a little too close to your ear— the annoying humming sound making it hard for you to concentrate. All of the physical exertion made you hot and clammy beneath your layers, but it was too cold without them. You could feel your hair sticking to the nape of your neck, getting tangled in the back of your necklace bringing it taut against your skin leaving a thin chain print indent against it. You could feel a pebble rattling in your shoe that you couldn’t get out, your knee was grazed slightly from a stumble trying to get away from a clicker, and you could feel the blood from the injury sticking to the inside of your jeans. Worst of all, you could feel a slight tickle at the back of your throat — the start of what could be the cold Ellie had.

“You listenin’?” Joel glanced round at you, on top of everything — he had decided now was the time to launch into a long and detailed story. You loved when Joel told stories, it was usually a moment of comfort or bonding — but you couldn’t help but feel irritated at the fact you could barely hear him, ringing in your ears seeming to grow louder.

“Huh? I— ugh, i can’t—” You stressed, fingers prodding inside your ears trying to wiggle the blockage out. Your face was screwed up slightly, overwhelmed by the feelings and sensations you were experienced. The man craned round slightly, taking a look at you.

“Y’alright?” He gave you a once over and you simply huffed, deciding that you didn’t care about the Jackson chill anymore as you practically fought your jacket off your body, immediately going back to sticking your finger in your ear trying to unplug it to escape the incessant ringing. You groaned agitatedly, not noticing your jacket dropping off the back of the horse and into the snow as you continued your pressurised ministrations. It all had seemed to hit you at once, your face heating up as you felt your heart rate pattering against your chest. “Kiddo?”

“What? I— I don’t know I don’t feel good I’m— I hurt myself and i’m getting sick and — everything is too much and —” You exploded, cutting yourself off as you burst into tears. You were frantically, nearly wailing as you grappled with yourself like you were covered in tiny ants. Joel frowned, quickly steering his horse beneath an old bridge and parking up, jumping off — hoping you didn’t fidget your way into falling off. You slid off the horse by yourself, pacing for a moment as you cradled yourself before sliding down the wall.

“Hey, kiddo. Look at me.” His movements was slow, purposeful. He didn’t freak out, he never did. Just slowly coming to squat infront of you, knee’s clicking with the gesture. You pulled your face from your hands, face hot and sticky now which only seemed to worsen your reaction. “You’re panickin’.” He observed. You nodded, unsure of what to say as you scrubbed your face, trying to rid of the feeling of your sticky tears. “Be gentle. Gonna hurt yourself.” He spoke even quieter as you did so, weary of hands rough swiping.

You leant back on the brick, letting your eyes flutter shut as you sucked in breaths. Joel took the time to look around, checking that there were no unwelcome visitors approaching. “Y’alright.” He soothed as you continued breathing. After a moment, you whined quietly into your hands.

“Too many feelings and sounds.” You shook your head, embarrassment creeping up the back of your neck. Joel probably thinks I’m insane, spoke the loud moth’s buzzing around from ear to ear.

“I get it.” He drawled, shrugging and sliding up beside you to sit, drawing his knees up. “We’ll sit here ‘til they go away.”

You went to complain, knowing he probably just wanted to get back, you were only holding him up — “Joel—”

“We’ll sit here, ‘til they go away.” He repeated with determination, turning to look at you seriously. You glanced at him, nodding before you closed your eyes once more — focusing on your breathing.

What did you find relaxing? The gentle breeze that fanned over your face as you sat and caught your breath, caressing the overly warm places on your body and soothing you as evening crept in. The thought of Ellie back in Jackson, the domesticity of it, thinking about how she was probably laying on her bed resting wearing her warm grey hoodie, tongue poking between her lips in concentration as she doodled in her diary. A butterfly sketched with a chewed biro, your profile drawn in the margins. The sound of birds tweeting as they settled in their nests for the evening, rustling their feathers slightly and cooing to their babies. Joel beside you, same old worn brown jacket and the deep lines of age embedded into his skin. You could hear his slow breath, in and out. In and out. You matched his speed, and before you knew it you were calm.

“Sorry about that.” You croaked, voice hoarse from your freak out. You didn’t feel hot with irritation anymore, just a slight warmth to your cheeks from embarrassment. “Didn’t mean to have a tantrum on you.” You sniffled, still clearly upset by the occurrence.

“Nothin’ to be sorry about. I think going on patrol just ain’t for everybody.” His deep voice reverberated beside you. The two of you sat for a moment, and you felt him observe you for a few seconds before he pushed himself to stand. He wandered off, returning back a moment later with your jacket that you had chucked off the back of the horse in his hand. He draped around you and you stuffed your arms back in, feeling the chill consuming you a little more now. Standing above you, Joel held out his hand.

You took it and he pulled you up. The sky seemed a shade darker, and a pang of guilt smacked your chest — realising how much time you’d wasted. You started busily dusting yourself down, adjusting your backpack waiting for him to step aside. When he didn’t, you stepped around him.

“Gosh, it’s getting late already— we better get going I’ve wasted enough time.” You released all in one breath. Your voice was strained, odd, like you were still barely holding it together. You turned to Joel, who still stood there and watched you analytically.

“Hey.” He interrupted, as you turned back to him.

“What?”

He held out his arms, and you didn’t hesitate.

Joel had only hugged you a few times before. From his demeanour, it was clear he wasn’t much of a hugger. Once when your dad left, and once when you had a frightening run in with an intruder. He had been there to comfort you in your lowest moments.

He wrapped his arms around you as you pressed your ear to his chest, hearing the slow and steady thump through his shirt. You let out a quiet sob, shoulders relaxing. You hadn’t realised how badly you just needed fatherly love until this very moment, the hole in your heart slowly but surely being filled by Joel’s presence.

“M’grateful you’re here. You’re the closest thing I have to…” You stopped yourself, deciding it would be too… much to say. You decided it would probably stay unspoken forever — the grief on his behalf too large to mention. You had only hoped he felt your gratitude and love without saying it.

Part of him tensed, but relaxed in allowance after a minute. “I know, babygirl.” He spoke his appreciation. It was quiet, almost like he had hoped that you and maybe even himself wouldn’t hear it. Another moment passed, and he cupped the back of your head, pulling you closer. “Same goes to you.” Your heart was warm when you pulled away, Joel not quite being able to meet your eye — as if processing what he’d just quietly admit to. You didn’t bring it up, and the two of you never discussed it again — climbing up onto the horse and galloping back in the direction of Jackson’s gates with quiet conversation as the sky melted into navy.

You were half asleep by the time you’d gotten back, Joel walking you back to Ellie’s door. Your breakdown had pretty much exhausted you, and Joel decided not to press you on it — silent footsteps in the snow as you reached the porch. Ellie came to the door, welcoming you inside with a kiss on the cheek as you sleepily mumbled to her before toddling inside the house disappearing into the dark hallway.

“How’d it go?” Ellie gave a once over to Joel’s pensive expression.

“Good.” He looked passed Ellie for a moment, to see whether or not you lingered. “Keep an eye on her, yeah?” His brow furrowed slightly and Ellie mirrored the expression, saying nothing as she urged him to continue. “Reckon she… she’s a little … different to you and I. Feels things different. She got… upset. Said she was feelin’ too much. Got all… overstimulated. Think that’s the word anyway. You know me, m’not good with all that stuff but… maybe you can talk to her, Kid.” He shrugged, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Yeah.” Ellie frowned, the syllable coming out in a fog of cold Jackson air. “I’ll ask her… thanks.” She nodded.

“Yeah. ‘Night.” He smiled, turning and plodding away tiredly.

Ellie curled up behind you in the moonlit room, your body was still cold having simply shed your clothes and dropped into the bed. The freckled girl rubbed your arms as she pulled the blanket over the two of you, pressing kisses to the back of your head.

“Missed you today, brave girl.” She whispered and you hummed, hand tiredly closing around her own on your shoulder.

“Missed y’too.”

“Joel told me you got upset. We gotta talk about that tomorrow, you know that right?” Her voice was gentle as she craned around to watch your face in the dark room, dropping a kiss to your cheek. She watched your eyelashes move, a failed attempt to open your eyes and your hand closed around hers just a little tighter.

“Tomorrow. M’okay.” Your voice grew weaker as sleep faded in around you.

“Okay baby. Get some sleep.” She tucked herself in behind you, trying to erase the worry from her mind.

#fatherfigure!joel #platonic!joel #platonic!reader #tlou2 fic

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the-guilty-writer · 4 months

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hi i'd love to see emily checking up on her neurodivergent daughter!reader after a rough day at school. neurodivergent readers are soo underrepresented and i'm so happy ur here to write for them!!

I ♡ neurodivergent readers

Emily Prentiss x neurodivergent!daughter!reader

There were some days when you were happy to return to an empty apartment. The quiet made for a serene environment after a long day enduring the nightmarish setting of school. The peace of being alone (with the exception of Sergio) allowed you to recharge. But today, all you wanted was your mom; your mom who was chasing down serial killers and saving the world.

Sergio seemed to pick up on your emotions, curling up on your lap as soon as you sat down on the couch. He purred softly, soothing the tension in your body.

"Thanks bud," you told him. You picked up your phone to text your mom.

To Badass Mama: Hey. Any updates on when you'll be home?

A heavy sigh left your body as you put your phone beside you. You allowed yourself a moment of rest to close your eyes and lean your head against the back of the couch. This lasted for only a second; the vibration of your phone disturbing the moment. Your chest relaxed when you saw it was your mom calling.

"Hey mom." You tried to sound chipper.

"Hey kiddo, what's wrong?"

You considered lying to her for a brief second before thinking better of it. There was no point in trying to hide the truth from a profiler, much less a profiler who was also your mother.

"I- um-" a lump formed in your throat as all the pent up energy from the day began to surface. "I just had a day."

Emily’s voice was soft and calming. "I wish I could be home with you," she said. You both knew she couldn't. "Do you want to sit on the phone for a little?"

"Yeah." It came out as a whisper. Sitting on the phone in silence was something you and your mom had done since you were little - a way to feel more together when you had to be apart. The silence on the line was familiar in the most comforting way. Every once in a while you'd hear the wisp of paper moving or chair legs scraping against old floors. You were sure that the few times Sergio sniffed your phone made your mom smile.

And then her name was being called by someone in the distance. The moment of calm comfort between the two of you was over.

Emily didn't bother apologizing. She knew it wouldn't make a difference anyway.

"I love you," she said instead.

"I love you too, mom."

The call ended and you allowed yourself to be suspended in the feelings of safety that those short minutes had given you. The stress from the day left your limbs slowly, your heartbeat became slower - more steady - allowing you to drift into a much-needed sleep.

A few hours later, you'd wake up to a text message from your mom, asking you if it would be okay for your Aunt Penelope to visit tonight. It was an invitation you'd gladly accept. Even when your mom couldn't give you a hug after a hard day she would make sure you got one from somebody safe and loving.

#emily prentiss x daughter!reader #emily prentiss x reader #criminal minds fanfiction #criminal minds x reader

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weridpersonhelp · 1 year

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Red phone

Wally x reader

warning: slightly scary, first-time horror writter, stalking, confusion, gramma and spell mistakes, screaming, getting up a horrible hour of night, neurodivergent reader, slow burnish? more fanfic then x reader, children, puppets, curse langue, music, be ready for cringe!

“What in the world?” I rub my eyes trying the get rid of the sleep as I am woken up by a loud ringing noise coming from downstairs, I groan loudly as the ringing continues. I cover my ears with my pillow in an attempt to stop it or at least muffle the noise but no! it just would not stop, it felt like it was getting louder instead!

The noise of a creaking old phone was the worst sound I have ever heard, that is after the sound of nails against a black board. It felt with each ring my ears were getting closer and closer to the ear drum bursting! I Stormed down the stairs pulling up my silky shorts, so they don’t fall while walking down the stairs at night. Walking to the kitchen I pause at the sudden sense of danger; my gut was saying something. My body just froze in place, and the hairs on it stood tall. The red phone, it was the red phone that was ringing. I had never seen or heard it in my whole life, yet their it was ringing on the kitchen counter. It stood out compared to all my grandmother’s appliances. The kitchen was a light minty green with the wood being the green and marble tops, My Grandma originally wanted wooden tops but explained how marble was cheaper back then.

The phone was bright red, a red you don’t commonly see unless it’s on Tv or on a plastic toy. I stood they’re like an idiot or better yet a dear in head lights. Watching as it rung, and soon enough it stopped. The over whelming of fear, and danger disappearing in an instant. I stare at the phone, noticing how old it must have been. Probably made in the 1950’s? 1960’s? it didn’t matter anyway the ringing stopped and I could go back to bed, but now my brain was fuzzy and awake. I need something to help me sleep, I sigh and put the kettle on and make myself a coffee. Caffeine did the opposite to me, instead of waking me up it made me sleepy like my dad. And with one sip of that coffee, and a small waddle up the old stairs and into my room I went out quicker than a light bulb.

But sadly, I woke up not just a few hours later to the cries of my brother, I sigh once again turning over in my bed and hitting my pillow in anger. But I couldn’t be angry at Jim, this was the normal hour he gets up at. I’m surprised My mum hasn’t noticed yet, but I’m not Angry at them right now. Just at that dam red phone. Slowly getting up I get ready for the day, full of. Well, what ever my mother has planed for me to do.

I leave my new room, and walk down the hall to the stairs, only this time they creek. I physically cringe at the noise but try my best to get downstairs, Once I do and make my way to the kitchen I see everyone already up. Including grandma, I walk over giving her a peck on the cheek and she gives me a small smile and asks.

“Good morning my dear! How did you sleep?”

“not very well, I woke up to a phone ringing. And found it hard to go back to sleep.” I explain taking a seat next to her at the dinning table across from my brother who I waved hello too. The small toddler notices my presence and gives me a wave and a bunch of gibberish which I’ll take as a hello. Mum placed some scrambled egg’s and bacon in front of me before pushing my hair back and kissing my forehead gently and sitting down next to me.

“Good morning sleepy head, you slept in! normally your awake before now.” Mum wasn’t wrong, I would normally wake up and take care of Jim myself sometimes, or at least make him breakfast. BUT. Since this was a Family Holiday, I could relax.

“Yeah, you alright kiddo?” dad asks me as I grab the BBQ sauce and shrug.

“meh overall, probably just still adjusting from the car ride. Anything planned for today?” I ask my family stealing a piece of buttered toast from the centre of the table before my dad.

“no not really, so you can do what you like today. Just don’t spend too much time on that computer!” Mum explains, I nod along and constructed my toast carefully, finally taking a bite it was like heaven, the sweet bacon, the salty eggs., the soft butter and toast with the crunchy crust! And the small amount of sauce. Just perfection I gobble it down and quickly went back for seconds, I can see from the side of my eye my mum shaking her head and grandma giggling.

“Gosh you and your father are so alike!” Grandma gushes and pinches my cheek gently.

“I know all she need’s in to be taller, different hair colour and more into the outdoors and we would have a female clone!” mum saying cracking up my nana even more, she almost sounded like a parrot with how loud she was.

“Yes, she gets her creativity from my Harrison! And her artistic talents come from both sides, right? Your mother was a painter, right?” The two continue their conisations and I take my plate up to the sink, I catch a glimpse of the red phone. Again, my gut was trying to tell me something, but it felt different as if someone was watching me. I shook the feeling off and continued to the sink.

‘Am I going crazy?’ I ask myself in my head as I wash up some of the dishes, dad drops his off along with Jim’s. Jimmy sat on his hip holding on to the 6’4 man who towered over everyone in the house, his height is something I wish I inherited.

“, honey I’ll tell you. Later, just remind me later to do so is that okay?” I raise an eyebrow at my dad who just smiles down at me, the question was what my dad wanted to talk about later. I know I shouldn’t press though, or I may never find out, so I just nod my head continuing to clean. He turns away before snapping his fingers and spins back to face me.

“Oh! Me and your mum are leaving are going out so you will have to baby sit Jimmy with grandma for a couple of hours to night,” “yeah that’s fine dad.”

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Wally hangs up the phone again sighing slightly, opening the morning paper. to read.

"When will that Old woman answer?"

#welcome home #wally darling #wally darling x reader #welcome home arg #welcome home puppet show #welcome home wally #welcome home wally darling #welcome home frank #frank welcome home #red phone

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