Post by newwwwusername on Apr 28, 2023 16:06:11 GMT
Prompt : Write a fic in which an Autistic character uses a stim/fidget toy
Chronology : Pre-TPTGW
Headcanons : Female!Chris, Autistic!Dennis
Dennis had gotten himself a chew necklace. It was one of the only fidget toys he'd bought for himself, because he did feel some level of shame over such things, but he also knew that endlessly chewing through pencils was both wasteful of those items and bad for his teeth, so something made for chewing was a good idea.
He'd tuck it under his shirt while they were actively rehearsing but, backstage, he would often gnaw on the thing if he got too overwhelmed or just needed to do something. He'd have to take breaks once he realized the constant chewing could cause him headaches, but it was a welcome change nonetheless and one that the rest of the Society respected.
One particular dress rehearsal before The Murder at Haversham Manor, Dennis was backstage, chewing on one of his fingers. See, he didn't have his chew necklace on him because he was in costume. The item was in his cabinet in the guys' dressing room, and it didn't even cross his mind to get it when his anxiety started ramping up.
Chris saw him sitting on the couch, chewing up his fingers, and frowned. She went over to the guys' room, knocked on the door and, upon being let in, got the necklace out of Dennis' cabinet. She then went back out to the hall where he was sitting and walked over, handing him the necklace. He smiled gratefully up at her and timidly put the silicone in his mouth, beginning to chew on it.
"Thank you, Chris" he said after a moment, the toy still between his teeth. She smiled and patted him on the shoulder.
"We can't have our Perkins all stressed out now, can we?"
Chronology : Pre-TPTGW
Headcanons : Female!Chris, Autistic!Dennis
Dennis had gotten himself a chew necklace. It was one of the only fidget toys he'd bought for himself, because he did feel some level of shame over such things, but he also knew that endlessly chewing through pencils was both wasteful of those items and bad for his teeth, so something made for chewing was a good idea.
He'd tuck it under his shirt while they were actively rehearsing but, backstage, he would often gnaw on the thing if he got too overwhelmed or just needed to do something. He'd have to take breaks once he realized the constant chewing could cause him headaches, but it was a welcome change nonetheless and one that the rest of the Society respected.
One particular dress rehearsal before The Murder at Haversham Manor, Dennis was backstage, chewing on one of his fingers. See, he didn't have his chew necklace on him because he was in costume. The item was in his cabinet in the guys' dressing room, and it didn't even cross his mind to get it when his anxiety started ramping up.
Chris saw him sitting on the couch, chewing up his fingers, and frowned. She went over to the guys' room, knocked on the door and, upon being let in, got the necklace out of Dennis' cabinet. She then went back out to the hall where he was sitting and walked over, handing him the necklace. He smiled gratefully up at her and timidly put the silicone in his mouth, beginning to chew on it.
"Thank you, Chris" he said after a moment, the toy still between his teeth. She smiled and patted him on the shoulder.
"We can't have our Perkins all stressed out now, can we?"