Miguel O’Hara Headcanons: dating a gn!autistic!reader
➼ As with my Hobie post, these headcanons are based off some struggles I deal with myself as an autistic person, what my friends with autism face, and what i have seen and researched online. Autism is a spectrum and remember that everyone has different needs and levels of support, I just tried to include what i know in this post!
➼ No beta we die like uncle Aaron
➼ No warnings! Contains fluff
GIF doesn't belong to me! All credits to the original owner
Has set aside a room in Spider HQ that only the two of you have access to. It has a sensory swing, blackout curtains, a huge tv for your comfort shows, and a whole area just full of blankets, pillows, and stuffed animals (if you like them that is)
Much like Hobie, will throw anyone out of the room for you. And throw anything at anyone too.
"Hey mi amor, cover your ears for just a second" Miguel spoke quietly to you. Once he saw that your ears were covered, he gave a sarcastic smile to the offending spider person before tearing out a nearby console and hurling it at them
Even though he’s not at home often, his room is fitted with another sensory swing for you, so you can go there to decompress as well
He has Lyla track your heart rate closely to try and predict meltdowns so he can get you away from busy places and into a safe zone that doesn't have any triggers for you
If you’re non-verbal, low-verbal, or selectively mute, he has your watch fitted with a keyboard with text-to-speech so it’s easier for you to communicate
Everywhere already has soft lighting since Miguel’s eyes are sensitive to light as well. No dreaded overhead lights here. Rule number one: never use the big light
He personally makes sure that your safe foods are available in the cafeteria at HQ, even if it doesn’t fit the theme of the menu
All around HQ there’s a secret stash of fidget toys in every room
If there’s a spider person making fun of you for being autistic? Well they’re never heard from again or seen around the office. That and now every spider person is getting educated about autism, ADHD, so on and so forth as part of their training. They refuse? Out of the society. Miguel doesn’t stand for ableism here
Though let’s be honest he probably already has those like training modules that work gives you on different disabilities, transphobia, homophobia, racism, etc, and how to be respectful, just because there are so many spider people of different backgrounds and he won’t stand for intolerance
He carries around earplugs for you in case he needs to scream at a 15-year-old
Always asks if it’s okay if he can kiss you/hug you/hold your hand just in case you’re in a ‘no touch’ mood
Buys you trinkets from your special interests in each universe he visits (like shark plushies, maybe something from a tv series, cd from a band, etc)
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Flightless Bird | eight | Bradley Rooster Bradshaw
Synopsis: Josephine Wilson Miller is alone for the first time in her life. She got married after her first year of college and became a housewife, but that life is gone now. So she runs to San Diego, to her childhood best friend Jake, where she meets the man who could very well be her salvation.
series warnings: unplanned pregnancy, just pregnancy in general, talks of infertility. past mental and emotional abuse. anxiety. talks of women's reproductive systems (idk)
Two days later, Jose was preparing to go to a small second hand baby boutique she read about online. She was already half way through the pregnancy and needed to at least start trying to buy things. Her heart still ached, and anytime she left the house she would take the long way out of the neighborhood so she didn’t have to drive by Bradley’s house or the park.
Jake often rode to the base with Natasha, so Jose could have the car. She often tried to convince him that she didn’t need it and could always get an Uber, but Jake also knew how much she enjoyed her freedom.
She made her way to the little boutique and started browsing around. Truthfully, she didn’t know what she needed to buy. A crib, definitely, a car seat, bottles and some clothes. But what kind of clothes? She didn’t even know if it was a girl or a boy yet, and she didn’t want to be a mom that dressed her child in boring browns and grays to be trendy.
So instead, she just continued to browse. She looked at several cribs, but couldn’t even think straight enough to really try to make decisions on them. How would her situation change in a couple of months? Jake’s house was only a two bedroom, was there really room for her and a baby? Before too long she’d have to find a proper job and get a place of her own. But she didn’t have any qualifications. Nothing more than a high school education and two years of college. How was she supposed to support her baby?
The divorce was not going as well as she hoped. Michael was putting up a fight, for reasons she couldn’t understand. He made it clear that he didn’t want her, not now that she was pregnant. Yet, he kept making things more and more difficult for her at every turn. She didn’t want his money, not really, although it would certainly help. She didn’t want him to have any right to the child that he didn’t even want, yet he didn’t want to give up the rights because that's exactly what she wanted from him.
Jose slowly flipped through the various items of clothing, not able to feel a connection to any of them. Somehow, despite everything, it still didn’t feel real. She didn’t have any baggy clothing on today, instead opting for a little more form fitting shirt. She could see her little bump now, as could anyone else. Jose could even feel the little flutters now, although she was never really sure if it was the baby or just her imagination.
Her fingers grazed a butter soft leather, instantly making her stop. She couldn’t help the soft smile at the sight of a familiar soft brown leather with a soft fur like collar. There was more than one size, all of them with a little American flag stitched into the inner lining.
Suddenly, she could see it. A little boy, or girl, running around the yard with their little jacket while Jake chased them. Or playing with the toy airplanes they were sure to get during their lifetime. Even if Jose didn’t want her kid anywhere near the military, because the thought of them one day joining up was enough to make her heart stop, they would grow up around some of the best men and women.
Josephine didn’t think twice when she grabbed three different sizes, enough to carry through to the toddler years, and made her way up to the counter. Her heart seemed to swirl. She was buying baby clothes. Just three little jackets, but somehow she already knew they would be the most important pieces of clothing.
Bradley was leaning against the back of his Bronco when Jose pulled into Jake’s driveway. She tried to ignore him. Truthfully, she didn’t think she was ready to talk to him again. Not after the way he acted. Especially not after how he made her feel.
She felt the little flutters again, which seemed to be getting a little stronger and stronger every day. She let out an almost aggravated sigh and put a hand on her stomach, looking down at it.
“Stop that,” She warned, “I love you, more than my own life, but you are not helping. He isn’t good for us.”
As if to answer her, there was another round of flutters. Jose groaned and dropped her head back onto the headrest on her seat. It seemed that the baby didn’t really care. Or was just trying to stir up trouble already. Either way, the baby in combination of the small bag of clothes in the passenger seat and the way her hormones were making her feel, Jose was in for trouble. Because Bradley just looked too good, even if he was an asshole.
“You’re trying to get me into trouble,” She swore, “Which if I get into trouble, you know that means you do too, right? I know you’re too little to understand, but he hurt us. Okay? So stop moving around like you’re excited that he’s looking this way, please.”
Another round of flutters was all she got in way of a reply, “Fine, but this is your fault. Okay? I’m blaming you.”
Frustrated with herself, and the little baby seeming to cause trouble already, Jose got out of the car and made her way across the street. Bradley didn’t move, almost like he was scared to. Truthfully, he didn’t know if Jose was coming over here to beat him or not. He thought that if he moved he would either set her off, or scare her away.
She stopped once she was within a few feet of him, her hands were on her hips. For the first time Bradley could clearly see her small bump. He tried not to focus too much on it, the last thing he wanted to do was make her uncomfortable, but he couldn’t believe that he hadn’t noticed it sooner. She was obviously pregnant, surely he should’ve seen the way she always tried to hide behind loose clothing.
“What are you doing, Rooster?”
He swallowed hard at the sound of his callsign. She didn’t like to use it, not unless she was making a joke of it. She always used his first name, and he loved that about her. Aside from Maverick, she was the only one that used his name regularly.
He took a deep breath before reaching into the open window of his truck and pulled out a little bag, “I have something for you.”
She crossed her arms over her stomach, “I don’t want anything from you. I don’t want anything to do with you. Not after the way you-”
“Can you please open it before you start yelling at me. I know I deserve it. I deserve for you to have Hangman beat me up or run me over with that big ass pickup truck of his. I know that I fucked up…but please, Josephine. Just open it.”
She huffed before snatching the bag from his hands. She pushed the tissue paper aside and grabbed the object inside. Her brows furrowed at the feeling of soft, well worn, fabric. She was met with the sight of an old well loved blanket. She looked up at Bradley, more confused than she was before she walked over here.
“It’s a baby blanket.”
He nodded gently, “It was mine. I still have a few things from when I was a kid and I-” He stopped and cleared his throat, “I understand if you don’t want it…but I just thought I’d try.”
She shook her head, not even realizing that she dropped the bag and was now only holding onto the little blanket. It was so soft with almost threadbare corners. Light yellow, not at all something she expected Bradley to have as a child. But somehow she just knew it was his.
“This was yours?” She looked up at him, eyes wide and starting to brim with tears.
“Yeah, it was,” He replied softly, still not moving.
She shook her head, tears now falling down her cheeks, “I don’t understand. I thought…I thought.”
“Jose, I was never mad at you,” He promised, “I don’t know what I was, but I wasn’t mad at you. I’ve never been mad at you.”
“You’re giving me your baby blanket?”
He nodded again, “I’d try to give you the sun and moon, if you wanted. No matter how many times I say it, sorry won’t be enough. I know that, trust me Jose, I know. I fucked up, and I hurt you, and I lost your trust. But I want to work and try to get it all back, I know I probably won’t. But, God, I want to try.”
She surged forward, wrapping his arms around his middle. Bradley staggered back a few steps before finding his footing again. He held onto her tightly, afraid it would still be the last time he would be able to hold her like this. She was still in his arms, squeezing him tightly for a moment before letting go.
“I don’t know if I can take this,” She admitted, looking at the blanket again, “It’s yours, don’t you want to save it?”
He smiled almost fondly at her, “According to my mom, it’s the very first thing my dad ever bought for me. It wasn’t long after she told him she was pregnant, and long before they knew who I’d be. That thing saw a lot of love when I was little. I carried it everywhere with me for a time,” He explained, “I know you don’t have a relationship with your mom, so I kind of figured you wouldn’t be able to pass anything down. I guess I just wanted to make sure that was well loved and held into. But, like I said, I understand if you don’t want it.”
“You want them to have something-” Tears started falling faster as Jose got a little choked up, “You want them to have something loved? I thought you didn’t want to have anything to do with me anymore because of this.”
He moved forward, putting his hands gently on her shoulders, “No, no. Please don’t mistake that for me not wanting to be around you,” He brushed away a few tears on her cheek, “I want to see you become an amazing mother. I want to be in your life, both of your lives, if you’ll let me. I’m a stupid ass, but I care about you, Jose. I’ll spend the rest of my life trying to prove that, I swear.”
A few hours later when Jake finally got back home, he found Jose on the couch still holding onto the little blanket. She didn’t even seem to realize that he was home. Jake was going to just let her be, until he saw the little bag of baby clothes on the counter. He didn’t even know she was to the point where she was comfortable buying things for her baby.
“What do you have there?” Jake asked, leaning over the back of the couch.
“It was Bradley’s,” She replied softly.
“Almost thought you said it was Bradshaw’s for a second,” Jake joked.
“I did, he um.. Well, we talked and he gave me this, said he wanted the little one to have something that was loved and handed down. Apparently his dad got it for him before he was born.”
Jake took a deep breath before making his way around the couch so he could sit down next to Jose. He took note of the way she wasn’t crying, nor did she seem mad, which was a plus. He didn’t know what to expect when it came to her and Bradley now. Hell, Jake didn’t think Bradley would’ve gone anywhere near Jose just yet. But it seemed like for once, Jake was wrong.
“Are you okay?” He asked carefully.
“I’m trying to figure that out,” Jose sighed, dropping the blanket to her lap, “I realized he didn’t mean to say what he did. It wasn’t like Michael, who really did mean to hurt me. But that still doesn’t change that Bradley said all of those things.”
“No, it doesn’t,” Jake said honestly, “But that doesn’t mean that it can't change how you feel about him.”
She shook her head, chewing on her lip, “I keep thinking that if my mom was in this situation, she would be selfish and throw herself at his feet, even if she knew he would be bad for her and me. I don’t want to do that. I need to put this baby first, right? Even if I could really like him, he proved that he isn’t good for me, right?”
Jake took a deep breath and tried to think of a reply. What would his mother or either of his sisters say in a situation like this? They always seemed to give the best advice, especially when it came to Jose. The three of them understood her better than anyone else when she was a teenager.
“Okay, I’m going to let you in on a little secret, okay? It doesn’t have to be one or the other,” He told her honestly, “You don’t have to be all alone so you won’t be like your mother, and being with anyone, especially Bradley, won’t turn you into her. I’ve told you before Jose, the fact that you’re making an effort to be better than her is exactly what already makes you better. You’re sitting here, saying that you’re willing to give up your own happiness so your child can have a better life than you did, don’t you see how that makes you better?”
“I’m scared that if I let myself go there with him, then I’ll just turn into her. And maybe I won’t even realize that I am.”
Jake could almost feel his heart breaking. He knew what she went through as a child. He also knew that she could never be like her mother, her heart was too big for it to ever be a possibility. Especially with the way she was already so worried about the life she could give her baby. Jake just wished Jose could understand the kind of person she was. He wished she could see herself the way he did.
“Even if that was even a possibility, which it isn’t, I wouldn’t let that happen, Jose. I’m here to take care of both of you, remember? It’s my job to make sure both of you are happy and healthy, and loved. Even if that means Bradley.”
“But he-”
Jake smiled softly, “Do you know how big of a deal it is that he gave you that?”
She shook her head.
“His dad died when he was four, and his mom died not long before he graduated high school. Maverick was the only person he had, but even then the two of them didn’t speak until we were all recalled here. He doesn’t talk about his family much, but from what Phoenix knows, he doesn’t have a lot from his dad anymore. Aside from all of those damn Hawaiian shirts he wears all of the time,” Jake explained, “He gave you…gave your baby, one of the few things he has that came from his father.”
He wanted to tell her that it meant Bradley was definitely in love with her. No way Bradshaw would part with something like that if he didn’t. Instead, Jake just sat silently as she worked through all of the information.
“He lost his parents?” She questioned, eyes tearing up again.
“His dad died here, during a training exercise, and his mom had cancer. Look, he doesn't always know what to do with his emotions, I know he’s been to therapy before for it all. But I need you to understand, when I said he’s a good guy, I did mean it. He’s probably the best out of all of us, and that blanket right there just proves that he cares about you. So, the ball is in your court now, you get to decide what the next step is.”
“I don’t know what I’m supposed to do,” She admitted.
“What do you want to do?”
“Exactly what I promised I wouldn’t.”
He wrapped an arm around her shoulders, “Well, maybe it’s time you break that promise, Little Jo. You have a whole village behind you, if you need us. I actually happen to think, for reasons unknown, that you two would be good for each other.”
“But it’s not just me, Jake, remember?”
He let out a little laugh, “Right, sorry little tyke, I think you three would be good for each other.”
“You’re meant to be telling me to stay the hell away from him,” Jose reminded Jake.
“Yeah, maybe, but I like the way he makes you smile. So, I think I’m willing to overlook some things,” He shrugged, “You have your appointment in a few days, how are you feeling?”
She let out a deep breath, “I’m scared shitless. I don’t know how to be a mother, but I sure as hell don’t know the first thing about raising a boy. Having a girl is terrifying, but having a boy scares me too.”
“Sweetheart, you’re going to be amazing either way,” Jake promised, “Besides, you have all of us here to help you. You aren’t alone, remember?”
She nodded, “I’m lucky to have you.”
He leaned over to kiss the top of her head before rubbing her little bump for a moment, “Darlin’, I’m just glad you came here. I’m glad I could give you two a safe place, and a family to lean on.”
Jose couldn’t help but smile because Jake was her family. Him and Phoenix were more of a family to her than her mother ever was. Natasha could have hated the fact that Jake’s pregnant high school girlfriend was living under his roof, but instead she welcomed her with open arms and loved her like a sister. The two of them made her feel safer than she thought was possible given the situation. For that, she would never be able to thank them enough.
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personal post about my ex so if you’re triggered by toxic relationships/emotional abuse/physical abuse/suicide, please don’t feel like you have to read anything below
I’m so just fucking fed up with him and this whole situation. Long story short, we moved in together in 2020 and he was just rude and disrespectful to my family and friends and isolated me from them to control me and keep me from running away (I was heavily abused as a child and tend to stay in bad situations because I’m terrified to leave) along with refusing to work and help me make my bills. I had to work full time in retail while doing my masters to make ends meet on top of relying on government assistance. Last year after my masters graduation, I found out that he had been cheating on me with someone that he met online and I ended our engagement, but allowed him to stay in the apartment because I felt guilty kicking him out and was suicidal at the time so I didn’t trust myself to be alone.
Well in the year that proceeded, he refused to get a job and all of the bills fell into my lap and became my responsibility on top of working full time at a job that refused to provide benefits (including sick time - if I got sick I had to take the day off with no pay) and payed well below the average for those in the field and with my educational background.
we were on the verge of being evicted because I wasn’t able to pay rent, buy groceries, or even feed my pets on top of him “needing” weed and his nicotine to function properly. Without them, he was incredibly abusive and would guilt me into buying them when we had nothing. I took out loans to make ends meet and it still wasn’t enough.
So I moved out of the apartment, payed off the rent I owed, and officially ended everything because I was tired of the abuse and feeling like I was worth nothing (mind you this happened the week of my eras tour show so I was exhausted and drained from that on top of all of that) to move in with my older brother who has let me live with him since so I can get back on my feet.
Thankfully I’ve repayed all of the loans I took out thanks to my new job which pays well and has benefits, and because I don’t have to spend at least $150 a week on his weed and nicotine (it used to be alcohol but I made him stop). It’s been five months since this all happened and he’s still bothering me to this day, to the point I’m debating changing my phone number so he and his family leave me alone.
I went to a few concerts recently and his aunt told him I was “cheating” on him - even though I ended things in July and was under the impression that he was moving on with his life - and he has been non stop messaging me since.
He even messaged me on discord on Christmas threatening to kill himself because I was “toying with him” and “leading him on”. I ignored his texts and went on and didn’t even check discord until today (the conversation was muted) because I flew to DC yesterday to visit my best friend for the first time in a year. I woke up to text coco and he had sent me over 100 messages calling me a whore, a liar, and then was telling me how much he loves me, how I’m “his ideal girl”, and that he wasn’t useless, amongst other things.
I know I can just block him, but it’s always been difficult for me to do something like that as I was taught by my grandmother and mom to love my abusers and to forgive them for what they’ve done - but my mom was also heavily abused by my dad and her family so it’s unintentional. I’m just so frustrated about the whole situation and I just want him to leave me alone but he just won’t.
My family and friends have been so incredibly supportive of me and doing everything in their power to keep me safe from him and I’m so grateful. I’m also so glad I’m in DC with my best friend because I feel safer than I have in quite a while (he knows where my family lives but doesn’t know where I live exactly). I haven’t felt this scared since I was stalked in college by someone who refused to take no as an answer and I got a restraining order and still felt unsafe.
I’m just lost and feeling like I can’t escape the guilt that I’m feeling, because I know that if he does commit suicide, his family will blame me for it. He’s always been this way and I just can’t do it anymore. I just want him to leave me alone.
I’m really sorry for the long rant and for talking about such sensitive topics, but I really needed to get it off my chest. It’s been lingering in my mind for so long and has been weighing heavily on me. He made me cry on Christmas and has made me feel like this is all my fault even though he put us both in the situation we were in.
If you read this, I’m doing okay physically and mentally and I’m in a safe place. I just needed to vent and get this off my chest, it’s been so hard for me to try and move past it….
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So the BBC are shutting down CBBC (their kids channel) on TV and are moving it all online (because "people like Netflix/Disney+/YouTube")
And I must say how big a loss this is for British television.
For starters:
Not every household has "stable" broadband or mobile data access for streaming/watching stuff online—especially people who live in rural areas or people on low incomes.
The other platforms mentioned aren't 100% safe for kids (see the countless stories of kids getting hit with blood and gore videos that abuse the algorithms of YouTube or the Perfect Parent Brigade letting kids watch Squid Game and getting traumatised by the violence featured).
Plus it seems that every kids channel/platform aimed at kids these days is either something you have to pay for (like Netflix or Disney+) which, again, cost of living crisis, people might not necessarily be able to afford.
And not only that, but the ones that are free/available through terrestrial TV are often loaded with product placements and advertisements trying to get kids to buy (or nag their parents to buy) the Next Big Toy™.
CBBC doesn't have any of that. It's all 100% ad-free.
And not only that, but the programs that it does (and did) have are good for kids. Not just kid-friendly, but actually good for kids.
For example:
Newsround
It's news for kids, and quite popular with both kids and adults alike. It allows kids to learn about current affairs and learn about what's going on in the world now (and has done for 50 years) without dumbing it down too much or acting patronising.
Fact: It was through a Newsround bulletin that the news broke in the UK of the attack on the Twin Towers on September 11th 2001.
And they've kept it up throughout Brexit, Covid, the Russian invasion of Ukraine and then some.
But at the same time, not forgetting that the news can be, as it often is, upsetting, and encouraging kids to talk about stuff in the news that upsets them and facilitating a lot of that.
Horrible Histories
🎵Gory, ghastly, mean and cruel; stuff they don't teach you at school!🎵
Teaching history to kids in a way that's fun and goes surprisingly in-depth for a kids' show. Even in earlier series it was brave enough to say (though not depict fully; remember it's a kid's show) that the British Empire was Not A Good Thing and that a lot of Britain's "greatness"—and the stuff it basically runs on like tea, sugar, etc.—was all derived from slavery and the products/goods of other countries around the world.
Plus I think everyone either knows the Charles the Second rap or the Kings & Queens song by now.
And CBBC took on the act of broadcasting a TONNE of educational content suitable for kids of all ages during the Covid-19 lockdown like Horrible Histories and Operation Ouch, which loads of parents, kids and teachers genuinely did find to be helpful.
The Story of Tracy Beaker/The Dumping Ground
This one holds a very special place in my heart.
It depicts children, living in foster care (in a children's home non-affectionately nicknamed "The Dumping Ground" by its residents) and being actual kids.
Yes, it does show them (or at least strongly implies) they came from bad backgrounds—like Tracy herself being a child of neglect, kids like Jackie or Justine having parents/carers that weren't fit to look after them, or kids like Crash coming from abusive backgrounds and toxic environments—but shows that they are tough and they survive and they go through all the stuff that other kids go through and going on to do great things in their lives.
Like Tracy (spoilers!) later being adopted by her foster mother Cam (who, in later seasons, comes out as Lesbian and marries another woman) and countless kids going into good homes with good foster parents/adoptive parents.
As far as I'm aware,
This is the ONLY show on British TV that depicts foster kids in such a positive light.
Opposed to the stereotype of "Baby ASBO" running drugs on an estate somewhere or getting into fights and being up to no good 24/7/365.
Plus even back when it started in the early 2000s, it was very diverse for a program, and still is—with main characters who have learning disabilities, main characters of colour, main characters with physical disabilities (played by actual disabled actors).
So yes:
CBBC is special.
And it's something that absolutely deserves protection from being all transferred online and leaving kids (and adults who are kids at heart) to miss out.
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