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Mickey Altieri comforting an autistic, overstimulated reader?
Mickey Altieri Heacanons: Overstimulated autistic S/O.
Warnings: Maybe there's swearing?? It's me, so…, overstimulation.
Edited?: Like always, no.
Reader's pronouns: Not stated, gender neutral
Summary: Mickey Altieri with an overstimulated autistic s/o.
Author's note: first of all, thank you for requesting! i did headcanons for this because i felt like it would be more appropiate. as a neurodivergent person (not autistic) who gets overstimulated several times, i got really happy that i had an excuse to write about the subject. i am not autistic myself, so there could be mistakes in the way i portrait overstimulation, but i did these with research and basing it in what i can see from my perspective. hope it's accurate enough, and if not, feel free to educate me <3. overstimulation is different in everyone, i guess, but that doesn't mean your experience is less valid.
criticism, comments and reblogs are always appreciated! requests are open, especially for scream! hit that anon button and tell me your ideas. in the scream fandom, i write for billy loomis, stu macher, randy meeks, tatum riley, sidney prescott, mickey altieri, kirby reid, chad meeks martin, mindy meeks martin, tara carpenter, anika kayoko and laura crane.
i headcanon mickey as a very observant person.
so if the overstimulation comes in a very crowded or lonely place, he'll notice either way.
he's very caring, so you bet he's gonna have an eye on you whenever you feel overstimulated. you don't even have to tell him.
if you go mute, mickey is asking no questions and instead just leads you to a lonely place in which you can recharge your energy, or just feel better.
if you start getting irritated, he's not snapping at you no matter what. mickey will just look at you and try to let you know that he understands, all that with just his gaze.
oh, but if you don't go mute, you BET he's the communication king.
"can i touch you?"
"do you want my headphones? i have that tape you like."
·do you wanna go somewhere quieter?"
"do you need something? i'll get it for you."
"do you want me to bring you your blanket?"
"should i shut up?"
if you need him quiet, he's not opening his mouth until you explicitedly ask him to.
will have his arm around you if you need it.
and will always offer you his hand in case you need something to hold/touch/fiddle with.
he's full of patience, making him snap isn't easy.
but if someone is visibly bothering you while you're overstimulated... oh boy.
doesn't want to baby you, either, so he's told you to go off at his ass if he ever does it.
but the turht is that it's really helpful having him around whenever you feel this way.
he means well <3
he'll hold you tight if you need him to.
if you don't want to go to a place with your friends because you're too overstimulated but you don't want to tell them, don't worry bevause mickey has a physical list of excuses to get you out of those situations.
"shit, i'm sorry guys, y/n and i can't go? oh, why? well, my mom invited us for dinner, and it would be the third time we'd pass... yeah, can't let that happen."
he's a murderous sweetheart <3
can please you write about an autistic readerx Peter Parker or Gilbert Blythe? (if you could do romantic that’s would be nice but you do whatever you want✨) I think they would be PERFECT for this!!! Thank you! ❤️❤️❤️
burning candles! ♥︎ tasm!peter parker
synopsis : autistic!reader waits for peter to find someone better. [that time never comes]
cw ; comfort , not all autistic people are the same, this is just how it is for me! , lowercase intended , [name] used in place of y/n
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there’s a puzzle in front of you, half-done as the steaming mug beside you warms the air. there are headphones on your ears, playing the video you’d been thinking about all day.
placing the last blue-colored piece, you take a small break to stretch your limbs. after looking at the full size picture, you decide yellow will be the chosen color next. you blink, eyes tired and back aching but your mind refusing to let you rest until the puzzle is done.
a small, hesitant tap hits your left shoulder. you jump slightly, head turning slowly to see beat up converse falling off of mismatched socks. you sigh, “hi, peter.”
“hey, lovey.” he smiles — you can’t see it with your back to him, but you can hear the grin he holds. a soft brush to your back before he sits on the chair behind you. “wanna join me up here for a bit?”
you do, placing your headphones on the table and grabbing your drink. you allow peter to grab you, maneuvering your body until you’re sideways on his lap. he sighs happily, “missed you today.”
you smile, eyes still on your favorite mug. “missed you, too. your cologne smells nice.”
“it’s new!” peter grins again. his nose hits your temple, lips popping onto your cheekbone, trailing down to your cheek slowly. “glad you like it. thought you would.”
the room grows quiet as peter scrolls through his phone, his left hand rubbing your back. you take a peek at his feed, dimming a bit at how fun it looked. pool parties ; clubbing ; long drives that lead to a road trip — you felt like you made him miss out on it all.
“will you get bored of me?”
peter pauses, his thumb hovering over his phone. you stiffen, nails grinding against the ceramic in your hands. “why would you ask that?”
you shrug and try to divert him — try to change the subject. it’s too late, though, as peter sets his phone down and focuses on you. “[name]. why would i get bored of you?”
“im not very fun,” you admit. you glance at him fleetingly, seeing how sincere and warm his eyes were. “i stay in and do boring things like puzzles. you might want to do more and i won’t let you.”
“you don’t force me here against my will.” peter’s tone is aghast — offended almost as he speaks. his hold tightens momentarily as he scoots you closer. “i like watching you do things you enjoy. even if you think they’re boring.”
your gaze falls again as you adjust his phone to sit the way you want it to. your fingers curl at the habit, pulling your hand away from it slowly. “even when i do things like that?”
“yeah,” he lets out a breathy laugh. “it makes you feel better. that’s all i care about — your comfort.”
your eyebrows furrow, nose scrunching. “that’s weird. you should care for yourself more.”
peter laughs again, his nose poking your temple as he kisses the side of your ear. “that’s what you’re for, hm?”
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you didn’t specify which peter this was for, so i hope this is okay ♥︎ thank you for your request!!
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