(Content warning: autism mental disability mentions from someone who did research from immature autistic friends, so this is probably not accurate completely. Just— i tried. Its lore.)
I felt tate becoming more... peaceful. His gaze no longer scared me off, and i didn't feel so afraid to talk in group.
Was this trust? Did i trust him?
Maybe i should tell him that i trust him? Or is that too- weird? Too blunt?
Ever since i was young i had trouble expressing myself like the others did. I built emotional walls taller than the great wall of china, i couldn't let anyone in. It wasn't until a few years i learned why; which embarrasses me even further and makes me feel ... different.
I have autism. I was born with autism.
Maybe in some time, people will accept that some people are just born different. But now, that is not the case.
Every time i say I'm autistic there will always be statements like; "but you don't.. look autistic?"
No shit, i can't eat two of the same colored m&m right after the other. I'm not a fuckin' super genius or super dense like everyone expects me to be.
I felt my breathing labor itself. I was upset. I was fuckin' mad because i didn't know how to communicate my trust for tate.. maybe i could just make out with him again.
You'd like that.
Fuck no, i want to express my feelings like a fucking human being. Three fucking words (Y/N) you can do it.
'I like you'
"I have autism."
What. FUCK NO HE WASN'T SUPPOSED TO KNOW THAT PART.
"Dope, wanna make out again tomorrow at lunch?" He asked casually just side stepping what i said.
"What." I asked.
"Are you deaf too? Do you wanna make out again tomorrow?"
I paused-
"Yes please."
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"Failure." (Slashers x reader)
FanfictionY/n l/n has always been a failure in their parents eyes. They felt every little thing they did needed to be perfect. Nobody could change that- beside a group of attractive new roommates. (That may or may not be murderers!)
