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winchester-girl67 · 2 years

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Sensory Overload

Summary: The reader tells Dean that she's on the spectrum after he finds her hiding out in his room after a hunt.

Requested by @whoooooisthis: "I was wondering if you'd be okay with writing Dean Winchester x autistic reader (with sensory issues, and possibly a hyperfixation on the lore/mythology the boys use to hunt)?"

Pairing: Dean x autistic!reader

Square: Clothes sharing @spnfluffbingo Dean's Flannel @supernatural-jackles

Word Count: 2,489

Warnings: autistic!reader, autism, mentions/implied hyperfixation, anxiety, separation anxiety, ADHD, sensory issues related to autism, stimming, a little angst, a little pining, emotional hurt/comfort, cuddling/kissing, mostly fluff

A/N: Sorry this took so long, I'm really behind on requests. I hope you like it. Also written for @spnfluffbingo and @supernatural-jackles’ Tell Me a Story bingo.

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You snuggled more into the comforters, wrapping Dean's pillow tighter around your head to block out the cacophony of sounds in the bunker. The high-pitched buzz of the fluorescent lights in the hallway mixed with the constant droning sound of the ventilation system, but neither compared to the silence of your cell phone.

You called the boys fifteen and a half times in the past hour, but still no answer. You were worried, terrified you missed something in the lore that could've led to their demise, because why else haven't they picked up yet. Dean always called you when they finished a hunt with praises on your research skills, you saved their asses plenty of times without even being in the line of fire.

Your forte was in the books, you knew everything about everything, hunters from all parts of the country looked to you for information on vamps, ghouls, djinns, shifters, ghosts, demons, wendigos... You name it, you knew it, and you loved it, spending your days in the library; but sometimes you got a little lost in it and that's when having the boys around really helped.

Dean especially was great at drawing your focus, usually after he'd just tried a new recipe in the kitchen and needed a taste-tester. You didn't have the heart to tell him that most of his 'masterpieces' were mostly inedible, though he did make incredible chocolate chip cookies and apple pie. He made those most often.

You wondered if you'd ever get to taste those again, if the boys would come walking in that bunker door any time soon, if you missed something in the lore. But you had scanned the pages too many times to have missed anything. Something else must've gone wrong.

You couldn't remember how long ago it was that you curled up in Dean's bed. You weren't supposed to be there, you never crawled into his bed unless he was already in it and you couldn't sleep. You started to cry, not heavily, just one or two tears that escaped as you started to rock back and forth and back-

The lights in the room flicked on. You didn't open your eyes until a pair of strong hands pried yours off the edges of Dean's pillow. You met the gaze of the green eyed man of whom you'd come so accustomed to. You've only lived with them for a year now and your diagnosis had never come up, but you couldn't avoid it now, not anymore. Not that you were avoiding it, it just never came up.

You looked away and sat up in his bed. You glanced around at the state his room was in. Dean liked things tidy and you'd made a mess of it. His clothes were thrown over every square inch of his bedroom floor. You glanced back at him, he looked tired but you didn't think he looked angry.

"Before you say anything, I'm sorry!" You blurted out, wiping your cheeks dry.

"Okay," Dean eyed the mess, "You wanna tell me why you look so guilty?"

"You didn't answer your phone, you always answer your phone. I got worried. I'm sorry." You hugged yourself and squinted at the bright lights, "C-can you turn those off, please?"

Dean nodded and turned on the bedside lamp, then flicked off the switch for the ceiling lights. You started to relax slightly in the more dim setting, especially now that you knew he was okay. You sucked in a slow breath not wanting to completely lose it in front of him. How long have you been there? You didn't know and hugged his pillow to your chest.

"Better?" He asked, you nodded, "Were you asleep?" You shook your head and tugged on the trim of the pillow case, "What's wrong, Y/N?"

"I-I was worried," you said, you knew he was looking at you but you couldn't meet his eyes. "Y-you didn't answer your phone."

"Sammy's phone died and I broke mine," he explained, tossing the two pieces of his cell onto the table next to the lamp. You winced at the clattering sound, he noticed but didn't make a comment. Instead he spoke softer, "And that makes you raid my closet?" He asked, pulling on the hem of your shirt sleeve, but you pulled your hand away and you thought you heard him sigh.

You had changed out of your clothes and into his. A pair of sweats, a t-shirt, and the purple plaid of his that you adored. There was just something about his clothes that calmed you, they weren't itchy or confining like yours were. And they smelt like him, at least the flannel did because he'd worn it briefly before he left. You were a little embarrassed when you saw him notice. But Dean never judged you, you loved that about him.

"I needed something soft and your clothes are softer than mine, and it smells like you. It calms me. I'm sorry."

"It's a bit big on you, isn't it, sweetheart?" He laughed and you frowned, "Hey, that was a joke. Y/N?"

You didn't always get his odd sense of humour, he loved sarcasm but you never really understood it, even if you laughed at a couple of his remarks from time to time. You liked it better when he was blatantly silly and told dad-jokes. That's actually how your friendship started out, with bad jokes, that's how he got you out of your shell. With Sam you bonded over research in the library until you surpassed his knowledge and he couldn't teach you anymore, now it was workout routines and health related stuff like early morning runs or protein shakes. You never told Sam that you'd rather eat one of Dean's masterpieces over those protein shakes. But he did start adding berries to yours which helped.

"Sorry..."

"Don't be sorry, Y/N, you haven't done anything wrong." He said, furrowing his brow.

You flinched when he tried to touch your hand again, so instead he huffed and crossed his arms over his chest. You cleared your throat and mirrored him, crossing your arms over the pillow you continued to squish to your chest.

"I'm on the spectrum, Dean." You said, making eye contact for a second and watching his features soften.

"I didn't know," he shook his head and sighed like he should've though. Because you were good friends, best friends; hell, half the time he flirted with you. Hard. That was probably the one thing he made painfully obvious, when he hit on you. But nothing ever came of it. Yet.

"I don't tell many people, at least not until we get to know each other. I'm not embarrassed or anything, it's a part of me and I like who I am. But some days, I just want to be me, you know? Without the label." You explained, shuffling over a bit when Dean sat next to you on the bed.

"I know what you mean, sweetheart," he chewed on his lip for a moment as if contemplating something, "I have ADHD... This is the first time I've told anyone. I won't give Sam the satisfaction of knowing he was right, he's been saying I have it for years and I just know he'll give me that 'I told you so' smirk he likes so much." He laughed and shrugged, "I'll eventually tell him though... One of these days."

"I know."

His eyes widened, "You do?"

"Yeah," you nodded, still tugging on the welt edge of the pillow case.

"How?"

"It's super obvious, Dean. You have way too much energy for someone your age, you're super impulsive, and you're easily distracted." You rambled your observations on his personality from the past year. Those were exactly the things you loved about him though.

"I'm going to pretend I didn't hear that comment about my age." He gave you a pointed stare but you could tell he was teasing because he smiled, "Why'd you tell me now?"

"I've known you for a while now, I trust you won't treat me different. Kinda hard to explain all this too," you said, waving your hand to quickly gesture around the room. You hadn't noticed what you were doing in the moment, but now you realized you'd thrown more than half of his wardrobe onto the floor in your search for his softest clothing.

He shrugged, "Could've just said Cas was here. This is nothing, I've seen him do more damage than this before. I'd have believed it."

You shrugged, "I guess, I'm tired of lying to you, or not telling you the whole truth, especially you."

"You can always tell me the truth, sweetheart, and if I can't relate, I'll try to understand." He said, placing his hand between you like he hoped you'd grab it, "You're not alone, Y/N."

"Thank you," you swallowed, staring at his hand. You wanted to reach out but you couldn't convince your hands to let go of the pillow case.

"No, thank you for trusting me enough to share this with me. I appreciate it and everything you do for us. I honestly think we'd be lost without you. I know I would." He didn't say it in his usual flirting tone, but you knew it wasn't a joke either. There was definitely something more to those four words.

"So, you're not mad about the, y-your room?" You asked, pressing your face into the pillow and side eyeing him.

"No, but I am curious, now that we've brought up this whole honesty thing. What did you think of my last conquest? The bacon corn soufflé, you never did say much." He asked with a raise of his eyebrows and you scrunched up your face, "You know you’re not that great at hiding when you don't like something, why do you think I limit my culinary masterpieces to once a month and instead make cookies and pie mostly now?" He smiled showing off his pearly teeth.

You smiled too, "I could go for some cookies."

"I have half a batch in the freezer, wanna get some with me?"

You shook your head instantly, "It's too loud out there," you motioned to the hallway behind him.

"I have an idea, do you trust me?" He asked and you hesitated but ultimately nodded. Dean pulled open the drawer of his bedside table and pulled out a pair of noise-cancelling headphones, "Can I..?" He gestured as if he was going to put the headphones on you and you let him. It was so quiet and peaceful, you honestly don't know why you didn't think of this sooner.

You saw Dean's lips moving and lifted one side of the headphones, "What?"

"I said," he chuckled softly, "I'm gonna shower real quick and then I'll come get you for cookies and milk, okay?"

"Okay," you agreed and pulled the comforters up, holding them under your chin.

Dean ducked out of the room with a fresh pair of sweats and a tee tucked under his arm. Stopping at the door to glance back at you quickly. You gave him a soft smile and snuggled down into the bed again.

It felt like he was only gone for a second when he returned freshly showered with damp hair and smelling of, lavender? He used your body wash again, that always made you giggle; when tough-guy Dean smelt of pretty purple flowers.

He sat on the bed next to you and you lifted the headphones again, "Snack time?" He asked.

You glanced at the open bedroom door behind him and shook your head, "It's too bright." You let the headphones fall back into place and Dean raised a finger as if he needed a minute and disappeared out the door.

The lights in the hallway dimmed to half their brightness and Dean returned with a grin plastered on his face. He spread out his arms and raised his brows and you found the same smile plastered on your own face as you slid out of bed and followed him into the hall.

Dean left the lights off in the kitchen and grabbed the freezer bag of chocolate chip cookies from the freezer. He split open the bag and dug one out to hand to you, then popped one between his own lips, letting the warmth from his mouth defrost the dough before biting into it.

You sat on the counter and watched Dean move around the kitchen in the dark. He knew it like the back of his hand and in no time at all, there was a glass of milk in his hand and another one next to you. You shared the cookies until there were none and polished off your milk. Dean took the glasses and placed them in the sink before turning to you.

It was a comfortable silence as he stood in front of you but you couldn't hold his gaze for more than a second at a time. Until you caught his top lip and started laughing. You gestured to his milk-moustache and he chuckled by the roll of his shoulders and wiped it away. You wiped your mouth, just in case you had one too. He nodded his head towards the hallway and you followed him back to his room.

You already made up your mind that you were staying with him tonight and since he didn't push you towards your own room, you figured he was fine with that. You crawled into bed and lifted the headphones from your ears. You didn't really want to sleep with them on and you were feeling better now.

Dean grabbed the remote from his bedside table, "What do you say we watch a movie?"

"I don't think I'm up for a movie, De." You said, turning on your side to face him.

"Why not?" He replaced the remote and scooted down in bed next to you. Surprisingly he didn't make any move to touch you after his last few failed attempts and instead propped his head on his hand so he could look down at you comfortably.

"The screen moves too fast and I just need quiet, I still feel on edge a little bit." You explained.

"Is there anything I can do to make you feel better?" He asked.

"Hold me," you said, suddenly wanting to feel him surrounding you. He shifted closer and pulled you into his arms tentatively, "Tighter." He hugged you more, "Tighter." He squeezed you.

You sighed and nuzzled your face against his chest, feeling everything melt away as you melted into him. He kissed the top of your head with no intention of letting go and gave you another squeeze.

“Thank you,” you mumbled. “Dean? Can we get a dog?" This was an ongoing battle you were determined to win.

He sighed and kissed the top of your head again, "Only if I get to pick the name."

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samdeancass · 1 year

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Standing on the Side lines

Requested by: @cokecola4211

Pairing: Dean x sister!reader, Sam x sister!reader, John x daughter!reader

Genre: Slight Angst, Fluff

Characters: Dean, Sam, John, Y/N

T/W: Reader has autism, Meltdown.

A/N: I have a younger brother who has autism. If you need any support or just need somebody to talk to, don't hesitate to drop me a message.

Description: When Y/N has a meltdown after things around her become too much to handle, Sam and Dean come to her rescue and help her through it. John, however, stands on the sidelines not knowing what to do.

Being a hunter is hard enough, but being a hunter with autism is a completely different story. Most of the situations you had been in, you were able to handle, but there are one or two times where you just had to let everything out, with your brothers there to help you through it.

You, Sam, Dean and your dad were all on a family hunting trip to gank a very powerful ghost. You were already feeling a little weary of the bar you had just entered, seeing a bunch of off-putting people outside but the new sounds invading your ears and the irritating smells making their way into your nose, you were finding it harder and harder to keep yourself calm.

Sam and Dean noticed that your breathing was beginning to quicken so they thought it best to grab a table at the very back of the bar, completely out of everyone’s way. John made his way to the bar to order the drinks as you took your seat at the table, holding your head in your hands, trying to shield away from the world.

You could feel a squeezing on your knee and you immediately knew that it was Sam trying to calm you down, it was yours and his thing whenever anything gets too much. You could feel your heartbeat slow a little as your body began to calm down.

John walked back over to the table with four drinks in hand, sliding yours over to you but you slid it right back. “That’s not what I have.” John furrowed his eyebrows at you. “Yes it is, a plain orange juice. What you always have.” Tears began to prickle in your eyes as the anxiety began to build up again. “No, it’s not.” “C’mon Y/N, just drink the damn thing.”

You stood up, slamming your fists on the table. “NO, IT’S NOT THE SAME! THERE’S ICE AND I DON’T LIKE ICE!” Sam and Dean immediately stood up by you and wrapped their arms around you, trying to create as much pressure as possible to calm you down. They whispered calming thoughts in your ears and eventually managed to sit you back down but you wouldn’t look your dad in the eye.

John stood at the other end of the table, completely dumbfounded. He didn’t know what to do in a situation like that. Watching his daughter scream at him, then his sons calming her down. He felt completely useless standing on the side lines. Dean turned to his father with a disappointed look on his face. “You should know better than that dad. She has autism, remember? She has to have the same exact thing every time, otherwise well, that’ll happen. It’s hard for her to come into new places like this, with new noises and smells but she does it for you, even though it stresses her out to high heaven.”

Sam wrapped his arm around your shoulders and stood you up with him. “We’re going to take her back to the motel so she can get some rest. From now on, Y/N gets to choose where we stop off. She doesn’t need the added stress of everything.” Sam guided you out of the bar and helped you into the back seat of the Impala before slipping into the passenger seat.

Dean stood up and began to make his way towards the door before turning back around to face his father. “Spend a little more time with Y/N, then you’ll get to understand her better. How to help her when things become too much for her, that’s how you become useful. I’ll be back to pick you up when she’s asleep.”

He patted his fathers shoulder before heading out of the door towards the car, leaving John to mellow in his thoughts and to work through the event that has just played out in front of him.

Supernatural Tags:

@akshi8278 @bxoken-heartss @deascheck @desimarie12

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yandere-toons · 1 year

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As an autistic person I have this headcanon that the platonic yandere venture family + brock would be super chill with an autistic reader. I have a slow processing speed and I feel like they'd all be super understanding of when it takes me a while to come to a real conclusion about something. I tend to have a cadence to my voice that's common with people on the spectrum and I imagine Brock would beat the crap out of anybody that dares to make fun of me for it. I tend to pace a lot and knock/lightly hit my head as a form of stimming and I feel like they'd all be super chill with it, like I imagine Hank and Dean would try it to just to see what feels so good about it lmao. I struggle a lot with figuring out how to communicate with people and I imagine they'd all be super understanding, I also imagine they'd all have special earbuds ready for me for when I'm struggling with my sensory issues due to the loud noise.

#submission #Yandere #Yandere x You #Yandere x Reader #Yandere Imagines #Yandere Headcanons #Yandere the Venture Bros #The Venture Bros x Reader #The Venture Bros #Venture Bros #yandere-toons: I Like the Descriptions In Your Headcanons!#Autism #Autistic Reader #Brock Samson #Hank Venture #Dean Venture #Rusty Venture #Imagines #Reader Insert

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prettybillycore · 2 years

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hey y’all!!

I’m running a discord server for neurodivergent people (or supportive neurotypicals). It’s all about fandoms and creating things (fanfiction, art, photography, painting, poetry, etc). We have several channels for all different ships (like harringrove, destiel, steddie, ronance, stormpilot, etc) and larger channels for overall fandoms. We also have channels dedicated to specific characters as well as specific mental health issues so we can all find a little bit of community. It’s still a work in progress (everything is set up but I’m open to making additions and adjustments), but I would love to see you all there!

It is also a system friendly server and an autistic + dissociative person run server, so hate/ableism towards these groups will not be tolerated! You all are safe here <3

lgbtq+, system, bipoc, disabled, and neurodivergent safe space! made for building community and talking about fandoms <3

-Cas/Billy/Lo

ps: because this is a SAFE SPACE server, people are allowed to have different opinion than you and not receive hate for it. Billy Hargrove fictives, theorists, fans, and kinnies are welcome. This also goes for every other controversial character. Basically, just don’t be an ass thank u <3

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delulu4dean · 7 months

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“Five Gum…”

Warnings: idk, cringe outdated pop culture references. Gender neutral terms(just wanting you so you don’t get like confused <3 )

Pairings: Cas X autistic!reader(platonic), Dean x child!reader

Summary: Castiel is hanging out with Dean’s autistic child, and they have a lot in common.

Word Count: 1,278

Your dad, Dean Winchester, is out on a hunting trip with your Uncle Sammy. He left you alone with Castiel. You don’t know what Castiel is to your dad, they say they’re best friends, but the way they look at each other says more.

You didn’t mind being at the bunker with Cas though. Out of everyone, you got along with him the most. You had some sort of mutual understanding that Sam and Dean don’t get. You assumed it’s because Castiel didn’t know much about human interaction, social cues, pop culture references, and you were well, autistic. Your dad has made the joke that you and Castiel tilt your head the same way when you’re confused, and both don’t understand his sarcasm, and how even though your Dean’s kid, you’re a mini-Cas.

“So what are we doing today?” Castiel asks you.

“I know my dad is protective, but you really don’t need to babysit me, I’m 18. I am an adult,” you explain to Castiel.

“That’s not why he leaves me with you, he just doesn’t want you to get lonely.”

You nod, understanding. Today you’re probably going to do what you and Cas always do, exist next to each other while doing your own things. He’ll be reading something, you’ll be drawing something, and occasionally you two will look at each other, and ask how it’s going. It’s always worked that way.

And that is what you do today. You both go to the library together, Castiel picks out a book, you pull out your sketchbook, and you start doing what you learned is called “parallel play.” At least that’s what it’s called in kids, but you figured the term can be applied here too. You start sketching away as Castiel looks at you, narrowing his eyes.

“You wear that jacket all the time, why?” he asks.

“It brings me comfort. You wear that trench coat all the time, even indoors when you don’t need to. Why is that?” you throw the question right back at him.

“I suppose it also brings me some sense of comfort,” he concludes.

You nod, satisfied with his answer, and go back to sketching, as he goes back to his book. The only sounds filling the room are Castiel’s occasional page flipping, and your constant scribbling. This goes on for half an hour, only to be interrupted by your stomach erupting in hunger. Castiel does not say a word, as he gets up and goes to the bunker’s kitchen, and comes back with a prepackaged peanut butter and jelly sandwich.

“Oh thanks. When did we get these?” you raise an eyebrow.

“I got them the last time I went grocery shopping with your dad. He said you were having trouble eating because the foods we’ve been getting weren’t the right texture, and I remember when I was human I loved peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, you can never go wrong with them. But I know you sometimes just want ready made food, and when I saw these in the freezer section, I told Dean to get them.”

A smile comes across your face as you open the packaging and take a bite. These prepackaged peanut butter and jelly sandwiches were one of your safe foods, your other one being boxed mac and cheese. You bounce happily as you eat, something you do whenever you’re eating food you really like. And if it’s super good, you’ll kick your feet a little too.

You lick your fingers after you finish your sandwich, and sign “thank you” in ASL, something you do when you don’t feel like talking much. It’s a thing you do with everyone, you’ve taught them basic signs like “yes” or “no” or “please” or “thank you” or “food” or “water” to communicate when you don’t feel like talking.

“No problem,” Cas responds, smiling at you.

You nod and get back to your little activity while Castiel gets back to his. The silence is nice, you get to focus on you sketch, which is a picture of Castiel sitting down in his chair, reading. You occasionally glance up at him, getting the details you need, but you’re not going for realism. You have your own cartoonish art style and you’re drawing Castiel in it. Once you finish, you show him, and a big smile appears on his face as he puts down his book.

“You drew that? That’s me,” he says, and you nod. “I love it.”

You smile and start putting your art supplies away, as he goes back to reading. You clean up your space and put everything back in your room, before returning to Cas. You look over his shoulder at the book he’s reading, trying to not disturb him. He flips through the pages as he reads. But the page flipping and the silence get too much.

“Dicks out for Harambe,” you blurt out, not thinking.

Castiel once again sets his book down, this time not intending to pick it back up, as he looks up at you concerned. You didn’t think before speaking, but being on the internet you hear this phrase a lot. So you said it, and now Castiel is concerned.

“Who is Harambe and why are we exposing ourselves for him,” Castiel asks.

You think for a moment, wanting to answer him, but there’s no way to answer him without sounding stupid and insane. You take a deep breath, giggling a little at the thought of explaining “dicks out for Harambe” to Castiel.

“It’s an internet thing. This gorilla, Harambe, was killed, so we uh, expose ourselves, as you put it, to pay respects to him,” you attempt at an answer but Castiel furrows his eyebrows, getting even more confused.

“How is that paying respect?”

“Well it isn’t… it’s a joke…”

“I thought jokes were supposed to be funny,” he bluntly says.

“It is… to younger people I guess,” you shrug.

“And you said it because…?”

“I said it to fill the silence.”

Cas takes a moment to think, nodding, taking in what you just explained. He then takes his phone out and types away and you look at him, waiting for him to say or do something. He pats the seat next to him and you sit and look at his phone. It’s one of those fruit sensory videos on TikTok that you got Castiel into. Not the baby videos(well they are the baby videos) but the ones to popular music. You and Castiel watched as blueberries and strawberries bounce around the screen to Lincoln Park’s “Numb.”

“Why are we watching this?” you finally ask.

“You seemed like you needed something stimulating to watch or listen to,” Cas answers you.

“That reminds me,” you say, running to your room to grab something quick.

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Sam and Dean walk into the bunker, and as soon as they see everything, they just look around, confused. The ground is covered in bubble wrap, and the map table is full of Pop-it fidgets. You look up at your uncle and dad, as you and Cas run around barefoot on the bubble wrap, playing with the fidgets.

“What are you doing?” Dean asks.

You look up at him, with an innocent smile on your face.

“Five gum!” you yell at him, throwing a pop-it fidget at him, and he catches it. “Stimulate your senses!”

“I think they are making a joke, because this is a way to stimulate our feeling sense, which is something people on the spectrum often do,” Castiel explains to Dean.

“Yeah, I know what they meant, Cas,” Dean chuckles. “You two have fun while we were gone?”

You and Cas both nod.

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A/N sorry if this is silly, I’m autistic and Kin cas so I thought it would be fun to do Cas and Dean’s autistic kid. But autism is a spectrum! While this may be how autism is for me, it doesn’t represent everyone with autism :)

#castiel #castiel supernatural #castiel x y/n #castiel x reader #dean x child!reader #dad!dean #supernatural #dean x reader #dean winchester #dean winchester x you

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river13245 · 3 months

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Hi! Hope your doing okay

I wanted to ask if you could do I fic with Dean Winchester x Male reader who is autistic and has a sensory meltdown? And Sam us freaking out not knowing what to do or what happened and Dean’s handling it like a pro. Season one episode 8 possibly? If not any episode is fine.

Thank you! Have a nice day!

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Dean x autistic male reader

Another day means another case and as much as you loved traveling and taking down the supernatural. Today just already wasn't your day.

Your morning started out really good. Waking up next to dean who was holding you tightly against him was how you always wanted to wake up. You stayed in his arms for just a few minutes wanting to be close to him as long as possible. However what made you slip from his arms and out of the room was the fridge closing and a bag rustling.

Getting up and putting on one of your shirts and sweatpants you made your way into the kitchen. What you saw was Sam opening up a fast food bag that he must have went and gotten earlier. "good morning Sam" "good morning" he says before handing you a breakfast sandwich. You tell him a quick thank you before eating the food.

You knew that you didn't have much time before the three of you needed to leave for the next case that had popped up. So when you finish your sandwich you make sure to grab Deans before walking to your bed. Leaning down to place a kiss to the top of deans head you wake him up by shaking him gently. "hey get up and eat while I take a quick shower" He slowly wakes up and you put his sandwich on the bedside table.

Dean sits up in bed his hair barely a mess since he kept it short. However it is sticking up in different directions and his face looks softer than usual. "Want me to join you?" there was a slight tone in his voice and you knew he was joking. "shut up and eat. Any other time I wouldn't mind sharing the water but we have to leave and You took a shower last night"

He nods and eats leaving you to get ready. Once you get undressed and make sure the water is warm you step under the water. The water falls against you and it feels nice. However the repetitive noises got to you after a while. The small splattering sound it made as it fell against the bottom of the tub and the sound you heard as it came out of the facet.

Instead of getting frustrated and letting it ruin your day you made sure to hurry up your routine. The three of you were in a old hotel room so you wouldn't complain but man did the sound agitate you just a little. When you step out and turn the water off is when you let out deep breaths and manage to calm yourself down and get ready.

When you walk out the boys are already getting their shoes on and so you get your shoes and jacket on. Dean grabs his keys and the three of you get into the car. "so we have to go to a barbeque?" sam asks and dean smiles "absolutely. Just think about it, we get free food"

The three of you continue to talk for a while but you eventually to fall asleep. Which is something that happens alot on long car rides. and a few hours later Dean is waking you up while Sam is grabbing a few things from the trunk. "hey were here come on. Lets eat" This causes you to roll your eyes with a smile and get out of the car.

Walking up to the door you could hear a large crowd. This is not how you wanted your day to go. A lot of noise can cause you to have sensory overload. However you have been working on things to distract yourself so you are trying to be confident.

The door opens a moment after Sam knocks and a man walks up and he looks at the three of you and after a bit of talking he lets the three of you inside.

In the place and outside in the back there's a lot of people talking and just living their life. The whispers of so many people that are going straight to your eardrums are causing you to close your eyes. You were observant of many noises whether you wanted to be or not. But every little noise was overwhelming sometimes. However you distract yourself by talking to as many people as you need to. You even got some information out of it.

When the three of you all met back up to exchange data. You all left and began searching for more information and leads to figure out what exactly was happening in this town.

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The day is spent searching and sneaking into places to try to get to the bottom of this. and sure enough you guys have it figured out. The kid that was super interested in bugs was part of the problem. So Dean calls the kids father who was the man who was the owner of the place you went to just earlier that day.

When the man picks up and Dean says this lie to make up a story it doesn't go exactly how he plans and he hands up. You could tell that Dean was frustrated and frankly you were beginning to be. Your head hurt a little bit and you just couldn't understand why people couldn't just listen. If someone tells you that your family is in danger you would listen.

Sam sighs "gimme the phone" before taking it away from his brother and he calls the kid. Sam is telling the kid to make his father listen and trying to keep him calm about the whole thing. However Dean wasn't having any of that so he grabs the phone and starts telling the kid to lie. To lie to his father to get him and his family out of the house.

Tension is in the air but you don't speak. Instead you just put your hand on deans as he drives. There is not much talking until you arrive and when you do the door opens and the dad comes out yelling at the three of you. "get off my property before I call the cops"

Sam is the next to speak "mr Pike listen"

Then there's a whole lot of yelling and talking to try to reason with the man. It didn't look like it was going anywhere but then there's a noise that causes everyone to shut up. The sound is flying insects/bugs, whatever you want to call them. One wouldn't cause any alarm but when the sound is loud it causes you to cover your ears and look around.

The sight makes the man start running indoor to get his wife. There high in the air are hundreds or even thousands of bugs flying towards the house. There isn't much time so instead of leaving everyone goes into the house. Dean is the first to snap into action and he gets everyone prepared while Sam is helping everyone.

You are helping Dean find things to secure the house. Anything that he needs you've managed to find and hand it to him. everything seemed to be going the best it could until the bugs started coming in from the fire place. They swarmed you all and the sound went right to your ears and you covered your ears trying to block out as much as the sound as possible.

Dean was quick with a lighter and bug killing spray so that it created fire to kill them as quickly as possible. "everyone get upstairs now" he ordered and you stand there for a moment before Sam grabs ahold of your arm and pulls you upstairs with him.

When all of you are upstairs you pull up the ladder and for just a moment its quiet. There's no bugs and so you open you close your eyes for a moment just resting your head against the wall. Of course it doesn't last long. When does it ever. The bugs begin to eat through the ceiling and now they are swarming all of you again. You are quick to take off your jacket and draping it over the kid. "shield yourself as much as possible with it. Okay?" he nods and does his best and it seems to be helping him a bit more.

You huddle with the family leaving Sam and Dean to try to figure it out. The family took off their own jackets and started covering themselves up with it. Blocking the bugs as much as possible which was difficult to do. They were covered for the most part but you weren't so the bugs were gravitating towards you more.

The sound from all of them. The buzzing was starting to make you become extremely sensitive to all sound. You shut your eyes and took deep breaths but your body still started to shake. "fuck not right now" you said to yourself. Your legs soon started to give out and so now you were sitting on your knees swatting at the bugs that were flying around you.

You were like this for a long while until the sun started to come out. Which made the bugs disappear. You were sitting down with your hands on your ears trying to calm yourself down but you couldnt. The family start to get up and put down the jackets that were shielding them while Dean and Sam are helping them back downstairs. Sam is the first to notice you handnt gotten up so he comes over to you while telling Dean to continue helping them. "hey come on its over" he grabs ahold of your arm causing you to flinch back.

Sam is confused because hes never seen you like this. Usually you would already be with the family making sure they were okay. But here you were curled up in yourself shaking. "Man come on get up. We gotta get back to the room" he wasnt frustrated or anything just concerned as you went mute.

He calls for Dean and he instantly comes back upstairs and sees you. "I don't know what to do. He's just mute and shaking" Dean holds up his hand silently telling him to shut up before sitting next to you. When he speaks he does it quietly. "i'm going to hold you now okay" he doesn't wait for you to respond because he knows you aren't able to and so he just holds you in his arms for a moment. Your head rests against his chest as he runs his hands up and down your back lightly.

Sam goes downstairs talkling to the family for a bit making sure they knew what they were doing. Eventually you look up at Dean and he looks down at you. "you okay?" he asks and you nod. "yeah im okay just really want to go to the hotel and pass out." He laughs quitely before standing up and helping you up.

When the both of you go down Sam gives you a thumbs up and you give him one back. Sam knew about your autism but he had never seen you react that way before. You knew it wasn't his fault for how he reacted. The kid that you had given your jacket walks up to you handing you it. "its a bit ripped sorry"

You shake your head. "its okay just means it worked well. I'm glad you all are okay" He and his parents both tell the three of you thank you and then you all leave.

A while into the car ride is when you finally spoke. "i'm sorry for how i reacted back there. I should have helped more" Dean quickly grabs onto your hand and Sam puts his hand on your shoulder. "don't apologize for something you cant control. we will never think of you any different" Dean says and then Sam speaks "Also you helped so much. You were helping the family in any way that you could even when you were feeling badly. Thank you"

Sam squeezes your shoulder before sitting back and for once Dean doesn't turn on rock music. Instead he puts on soft quiet songs that make you fully relax.

The rest of the night is spent with fast food and cuddling in bed with your boyfriend. You have your head on his chest while his arms wrap around you. Neither of you speak because its not needed and eventually you fall asleep with him holding onto you.

#river13245 #fluff #male reader #supernatural #sam winchester #dean winchester #dean winchester x male reader #supernatural masterlist #supernatural fanfiction #masterlist

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ssanovak · 1 year

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Characters & Fandoms I write for;

I am willing to write pairing fics of a character x reader, or general scenario fics with reader inserts.

Reader will be male with he/him pronouns as a default, so please specify if you’d like a female or gender neutral reader!

I will write LGBTQ+ and straight readers & pairings, just let me know what kind of thing you want in your request! I will not write smut.

I am Autistic and have ADHD, I will happily write either of these into fics.

I will write mental health issues, I personally suffer from OCD, CPTSD, Depression, and have previously dealt with ED tendencies, so I can write those with relative ease, request other mental health stuff and I’ll give it a go if I can or let you know if I don’t feel able to write it.

Characters not on my list are probably either not there because I don’t feel I know the character well enough to write them or am not comfortable writing them as pairings, but it’s always worth checking just in case I forgot to add someone!

Criminal Minds

Spencer Reid

Aaron Hotchner (Hotch)

Jason Gideon

David Rossi (Dave)

Jennifer Jareau (JJ)

Emily Prentiss

Derek Morgan

Penelope Garcia

NCIS

Leroy Jethro Gibbs

Anthony DiNozzo Jr. (Tony)

Timothy McGee

Abby Sciuto

Jimmy Palmer

Ziva David

Ellie Bishop

Nick Torres

BBC Sherlock

Sherlock Holmes

John Watson

Mycroft Holmes

Greg Lestrade

James Moriarty (Jim)

Supernatural

Dean Winchester

Sam Winchester

Castiel

Gabriel

Crowley

I will probably add more characters as I get further into shows I am watching or if I find a new fandom to obsess over! Have fun writing requests!

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v3nusxsky · 1 year

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Would you write a platonic Lesso X ever student!Reader fic?

R is autistic, and while nobody really is aware of what that means (since nobody has access to modern medicine), Lady Lesso picks up on it quicker since Nevers are trained to spit and see their enemy’s cues faster than they themselves do.

So when R has a breakdown or something, Lesso is the first to notice because she’s already picking up on the oddities. And from there it’s just her like bear hugging her or comforting her or something.

Oddball

*Authors note~ I'm going to base this off my eduction in this field and the fact I have a very special little fella in my life who is on the spectrum*

Trigger warnings~ Undiagnosed autism in fem r sensory overload?

Prompt~ see ask^^^

You always knew you were different from everyone else. It wasn't the usual difference of Never and Ever, although if that were the case you were considered to be on the side of the good. You found social situations difficult often not seeing the social cues which made it harder for you to make friends of any sort, that didn't bother you so much after all you much preferred your own company. You often tended to hyper fixate on subjects and you struggled to maintain eye contact. But being able to mask it rather well made it difficult for you be diagnosed with the little access to Morden medicine and newer medical terms.

As an ever, you were trained to be good and how to practically be a pretty princess. Never students were taught to spot the weaknesses in their enemies. That's how Lady Lesso could tell you weren't quite okay, a little oddball in the world of Nevers but far too sweet to be a Never. She saw how overwhelmed you become in social situations and how your obsessions would change every few months, your smile would light up when it was mentioned. Due to the schools merging it allows her more time to observe you.

You seemed okay, a little lonely but happy enough. Yet deep down you craved to be normal. Lesso wasn't the only one to notice your oddities, the Never students also saw how different you were. They would tease you and as much as it hurt you learned to accept it, after all the Ever students truly weren't much better.

One day you were having a meltdown, everything was extremely loud and bright and try as you might calming down wasn't working. You were shaking and overwhelmed as you attempted to breathe, the room spinning as you panicked. The students around you seemed to point and laugh at you which made things ten times worse. All you could do was curl up and rock yourself to try and self soothe yourself.

Lesso, was supervising when she spotted you with what is going on. She instantly made her way to you and crouched down to your level. "Lovely? Can I help you?" She murmured carful not to touch you or add anymore overwhelming actions to your situation. With a quick glare the students seems to disperse leaving just you and the Dean of Evil. You thought you'd be scared but truly you felt safe. You continued rocking yourself, gaze anywhere but her as your hands covered your ears in an attempt to combat everything. You even had your eyes shut and you were mumbling about your newest interest and asking for your weight blanket. Lesso wish she new what to do so she did the only think she knew how.

With a quick snap of her fingers your weighted blanket occurred and you instantly wrapped it around yourself, the weight already helping calm you down. It wasn't long before you were calm enough to notice her presence, "mm sorry I. Don't know what's happening" you mumbled, embarrassed really you tried so hard to mask your symptoms and only break down in the safety of your dorm, with all your safe comfort items. The fact you see apologising truly broke her heart. "You don't have to apologise my darling. If your feeling better we can go and find Clarissa?" She murmured before being interrupted by the Dean of good.

"Lesso? What has happened to my darling y/n?" She asked as she hurried over to kneel next to you both. Lesso explained how she had been watching you recently and you were having symptoms of a condition maybe not one this realm is aware of, perhaps it was time to reach out to Sophie and Agatha in Gavaldon. Maybe it was a condition in that realm. With a plan between you and the two Deans to reach out for more help you felt that maybe things would finally be a bit easier for you. Perhaps it was curable, perhaps not. But at least you'd know what was causing you to be the oddball of the school.

Word count~ 827

#fanfic #anon answered #lady lesso #sfgae #leonora lesso #lady lesso x reader #lesso x reader #lady lesso x you #leonora lesso x reader #lady leonora lesso #dean of evil #anon requested

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catapparently · 2 months

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~MASTERLIST~

All fics (not headcanons) can also be found on my AO3! Series are easier to read there.

AO3 LINK

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~SIX OF CROWS DUOLOGY~

Fanfiction:

Five Times Kaz Brekker Denied His Feelings and One Time He Didn't (kaz x reader)

Headcanons:

Kaz Brekker headcanons 1

Kaz and Wylan (not ship) HC 1

Autistic!Kaz HC

~THE CRUEL PRINCE~

Fanfiction:

Warm me through December Nights (jurdan)

The High King of Flowers (jurdan)

~ONCE UPON A BROKEN HEART~

Fanfiction:

A Particular Type of Happily Ever After (evajacks)

~THE INHERITANCE GAMES~

Fanfiction:

The Glass Ballerina's Reputation MASTERLIST (mafia!AU series)

Pull me out the Train Wreck (averyjameson)

~THE NATURALS~

Fanfiction:

Hold me through the Darker Times (Dean x Cassie)

More coming very soon!

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jjtheresidentbaby · 2 years

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♡ Headcanon Masterlist ♡

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I think my masterlists have been getting crowded so I decided to put all my headcanons here

Stranger Things:

Stranger things characters as Encanto powers

Steve x little!sister reader headcanons

Max x Mike friendship headcanons

Eddie x short little!reader headcanons

Cg!argyle x little!eddie headcanons

stranger things classification headcanons

Rating stranger things relationships

Steve x Eddie Caregiver Rules headcanons

Little Mike headcanons

Caregiver Johnathan headcanons

Little Steve Harrington headcanons

Little Eddie Munson headcanons

Autistic Wheeler Sibling headcanons

Caregiver Nancy Wheeler headcanons

Little Nancy Wheeler headcanons

Little Lucas Sinclair Headcanons

Caregiver Stancy adopting Little Johnny headcanons

Criminal Minds:

criminal minds classification headcanons

Little Jj headcanons

More Little Jj headcanons

Even More Little Jj headcanons

Caregiver Penelope headcanons

Caregiver Alex headcanons

More Caregiver Alex headcanons

Little Reid headcanons

More Little Reid headcanons

Little Jj x Caregiver Emily headcanons

Caregiver Hotchniss x Little Jj headcanons

Little Jj Security Item headcanons

Little Jj workplace headcanons

Little Jj staying home headcanons

Little Jj x Caregiver Em nickname headcanons

Caregiver Jj x Will headcanons

Caregiver Reid headcanons

Flip Emily Prentiss headcanons

Caregiver Luke Alvez headcanons

Little Jj x Caregiver Hotchniss living together headcanons

Little Jj age range with Caregiver Hotchniss headcanons

Caregiver Jj x Will headcanons .2

S.W.A.T:

s.w.a.t classification headcanons

Caregiver Hondo headcanons

Caregiver Deacon Kay headcanons

Comfort Deacon Kay Caregiver headcanons

Bedtime Routine s.w.a.t Caregiver headcanons

Jessica Cortez Caregiver headcanons

Marvel:

Caregiver Steve Rogers headcanons

Caregiver (general) Peter Parker headcanons

Caregiver Bruce Banner headcanons

Supernatural:

Caregiver Castiel headcanons

Caregiver Dean & Part Monster Little headcanons

Caregiver Dean & Little Sam headcanons

Caregiver Sam Winchester headcanons

Caregiver Gabriel headcanons

Teen Wolf:

Hale Pack Classification headcanons

McCall Pack Classification headcanons

Puppy Pack Classification headcanons

Caregiver Melissa McCall headcanons

Caregiver Peter Hale headcanons

Heartbreak High:

Flip Quinni Gallagher-Jones headcanons

Flip Amerie Wadia headcanons - attached to day 5 moodboard of fictionalagerechallange

Little Spencer ‘Spider’ White headcanons - attached to day 6 moodboard of fictionalagerechallange

Little Ant Vaughn headcanons

Little Harper McLean headcanons

Little Missy Beckett headcanons

Flip Ca$h Piggott headcanons

Little Quinni Gallagher-Jones headcanons

Euphoria:

Flip Lexi Howard headcanons

FNAF:

Little Vanessa x Caregiver Mike headcanons - attached to day 3 moodboard of fictionalagerechallange

#jj headcanons #jj navigates

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winchester-girl67 · 1 year

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Requests Masterlist

A/N: Requests may take me months to get to (even simple ones) -sometimes I just don't feel like writing- so here's a masterlist for the completed ones so they're easier to find.

Headcanons

Dean x Fighter Pilot!reader

Imagine...

Wearing Dean's Boxers (Dean x reader)

Dean Coming To You For Comfort (Dean x reader)

One Shots

Spin Cycle (Dean x reader) Dean and the reader stop at a laundromat in the middle of the night after a hunt gets a little extra messy. (not technically a request, more of a prompt)

Meet The Parents (Dean x reader) The reader takes Dean home for a traditional Irish dinner on St. Paddy’s day, but the food doesn’t sit well with him.

The Dinner Guest (AU!Dean x Daughter!reader) Dean gets angry with his daughter, the reader, when she gets home past curfew and misses dinner with her grandfather.

Under The Weather (Dean x reader) Sam takes care of his big brother when Dean comes down with something nasty on their way to see Y/N, a fellow hunter. When she gets wind of the situation with Dean, she arrives just in time to take care of both boys.

Diary Of A Hunter (Dean x Sister!reader) During your down time from hunting, you like to write Teen Wolf fan-fiction, but what happens when your brothers stumble onto your notebook. Meanwhile, Dean gets jealous when he discovers that Sam is teaching you to drive and tries to buy your love back after teasing you relentlessly about what he thinks is your diary.

Sensory Overload (Dean x Autistic!reader) The reader tells Dean that she’s on the spectrum after he finds her hiding out in his room after a hunt.

♡ Love Deliciously (Dean x reader) After an incident on a hunt, the reader tries to boost the boys' morale with a homemade feast and a little Christmas decorating. But Sam leaves for his own romantic endeavours and she catches Dean with himself after months of feeling touch starved for his affection. Something he hasn't given freely lately as his own guilt weighs on him. Nothing a little mistletoe can't fix though.

My Father's Daughter (Dean x Nephilim!reader) Y/N gets nervous when her anti-possession tattoo heals overnight. On her second attempt to make it stick she meets a boy that she might have more in common with then she thinks.

♡ Raven Eyes (Dean x Nephalem!reader) Half-Demon and half-angel, the reader struggles to control her outbursts of anger. Until she meets someone who makes her blood boil in a whole other way. She searches for her half-sister, Claire, with the help of the Winchester brothers and finds that, maybe, being human isn't all bad.

#spn fanfic #dean x reader #dean winchester x #dean winchester #dean winchester x reader #supernatural fanfiction #supernatural #requests #requests masterlist #request masterlist #spn imagine #spn headcanon #spn one shot

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lunarfleur · 2 years

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୨⎯ rules/about me/DNI ⎯୧

/Rules/

Be respectful.

Don’t come into my inbox with shit that’s racist, homophobic, ableist…basic DNI criteria.

I do not give a fuck what you think, so don’t come into my inbox OR my dms being a hater 🤷🏼‍♀️

No hating on my mutuals. Those are my babies so leave them alone 🤨

Be kind.

I won’t much, if anything at all, about religion. I am not religious. I don’t personally believe in God. If you do, that’s okay with me, I just don’t believe.

Which reminds me, I don’t want anyone shoving religion down my throat. It’s happened before. You’re welcome to believe what you want and so am I.

Other information:

All of my x reader writing will be gender neutral unless I am asked or I state otherwise. The gender for the reader will be written at the top of the fic

I will not write slurs in my writing, this includes even the ones I am allowed to reclaim. Even if a character may say a certain word, the topic of slurs always seems to cause fights. I don’t have a problem with people who use such terms in heir fics, this is just a personal preference.

I like to keep things as inclusive as possible, this includes all genders, sexualities, and races. I want my writing to be for everyone. I want everyone to feel welcome.

Send in any requests you want, as many as you want, as long as they follow the rules.

If your blog is 18+ and, therefore, not for minors DO NOT FOLLOW ME. DO NOT INTERACT WITH MY POSTS. I AM A MINOR. FOLLOW YOUR OWN RULES.

About Me

My name Is Mick. My pronouns are he/they and I am a minor.

I’m trans, bisexual, and autistic.

I 100% encourage reblogs and asks!

I’m completely okay with writing polyamorous content (my personal favorite is writing for poly! Fulton Reed and Dean Portman)

I’m always open to talk!

Everybody is welcome, unless you fit with anything in the DNI criteria!

DNI

Racist, homophobic, ableist, a terf, pedophile..you know basic dni criteria?? Stay away.

Don’t be a dick and come into my inbox with hateful shit. If you hate me that much, block me. I don’t have time for your bs.

If you support groomers, write smut for minors, or support AGING UP minors to write smut for them, gtfo.

Overall, be nice and be patient.

#nav #navigation

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masterlistmaker · 1 year

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Special Agent Lokitty - Dean Winchester x all readers Works

x reader

"how can I trust you"

"I thought you had forgotten"

Still love you

Light

x sister!reader

Late nights

Candy

Christmas (autistic!reader)

fear

x teen!reader

family (teen!reader)

x daughter!reader

the same

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prettybillycore · 2 years

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Updated Requesting Information <3

Rules for Requesting:

Please only request through my ask box

Be clear about what you are looking for.

Please be kind to me. This may seem silly to have to put in the rules, but my asks are a nasty place. It gives me anxiety to look in there because I have gotten many rude comments over the years, I'm autistic and trying my best.

You are welcome to request something for a character/ship you don’t see below, but I may decline to write your request. Please respect my right to decline your request.

I will not: sexualize minors (characters who are minors, big yuck), write incest, or anything with noncon, etc.

I will: write x readers, write ships and polycules, write imagines, oneshots, and twoshots; write in third person and write in second person; almost smut (I am asexual, but I love the k!nk community. So while I don't typically write full out smut, things can get spicy).

I am happy to write hurt/comfort or comfort fluff about traumatic experiences, but please please please don't trauma dump in my asks and if you want me to write on a more triggering topic (depression, death, medications, addiction, alcoholism, etc) please put a TW before the content so I am prepared.

If you would like to be added to a taglist:

Please request to be added to a series or fandom taglist by going to my ask box!

Please be kind if I take a while to respond to you/I am slow to update the series that you’re reading. I’m trying my best! and I am currently fixated on stranger things, so requests outside of that may take me a little bit longer!

Here are the fandoms/characters/ships I will write for:

Stranger Things

Characters (x reader)

Steve Harrington

Billy Hargrove

Eddie Munson

Robin Buckley

Nancy Wheeler

Polycules

Steve Harrington x Reader x Billy Hargrove

Steve Harrington x Reader x Eddie Munson

Eddie Munson x Reader x Billy Hargrove

Robin Buckley x Reader x Nancy Wheeler

Eddie Munson x Steve Harrington x Billy Hargrove

Eddie Munson x Steve Harrington x Billy Hargrove x Reader

Ships

Harringrove (Steve Harrington x Billy Hargrove)

Steddie (Steve Harrington x Eddie Munson)

Ronance (Robin Buckley x Nancy Wheeler)

Star Wars

Characters (x reader)

Kylo Ren

Poe Dameron

Polycules

Kylo Ren x Reader x Hux

Ships

Stormpilot (Poe Dameron x Finn)

Detroit: Become Human

Characters (x reader)

Connor RK800

Markus RK200

Nines RK900

Polycules

RK800 x Reader x RK200

Marvel Cinematic Universe

Characters (x reader)

Bucky Barnes

Peter Parker

Loki Laufeyson

Thor Odinson

Natasha Romanoff

Polycules

Bucky Barnes x Reader x Loki Laufeyson

Bucky Barnes x Reader x Steve Rogers

Ships

Stucky (Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes)

Criminal Minds

Characters (x reader)

Spencer Reid

Penelope Garcia

Supernatural

Characters (x reader)

Dean Winchester

Garth Fitzgerald

Benny Lafitte

Gabriel

Charlie Bradbury

Bobby Singer (only as a father figure)

Polycules

Dean Winchester x Reader x Benny Laffite

Ships

Destiel (Dean Winchester x Castiel)

Dean Winchester x Benny Laffite

NCIS

Characters (x reader)

Abby Sciuto

Tony DiNozzo

Timothy McGee

Leeroy Jethro Gibbs (only as a father figure)

Donald “Ducky” Mallard (only as a father figure)

Haikyuu!!

Characters (x reader)

Tooru Oikawa

Tobio Kageyama

Kuroo Tetsuro

Kuzume Kenma

Tsukishima Kei

Nishinoya Yu

Ships

Oikawa x Iwazumi

Kageyama x Hinata

Happy Requesting! :)

crossovers between these fandoms are allowed !

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