snippet of autistic!reader & autistic!quil waiting for embry to come home <3 quil calls reader pup ; no pronouns used / gender neutral
The room is quiet as you suck on the peppermint candy. Embry had left a few hours ago, Sam calling him over to patrol your small town. Your favorite playlist was playing as you waited for Quil to appear — his mom always sent over candy when she knew he’d be visiting you.
A joyful, excited smile greets you as Quil opens the front door. In his hands are packets of candies for you, all lovingly and cautiously picked out. He lays them on the coffee table you’re sitting in front of before pressing a kiss to your cheekbone. “Keepin’ busy?”
You shrug as you look at the picture you’d gotten halfway through coloring before he’d shown up. “Somethin’ like that. Embry home soon?”
Quil nods and makes himself comfortable on the sofa behind you. His legs are on either side of your body, blocking you in as he grabs the book he’d been getting through. Your playlist comes to an end and the silence causes Quil to scrunch his nose.
“Pup,” he nudges your shoulder with his knee. You pause your coloring to turn your ear his way, still keeping your gaze on the table. “Mind if I change it?”
You shake your head before letting out a smack! as you finish off your peppermint candy. Quil fondly watches you take a sip of water, the reminder to Embry had set for you both showcasing on your phone.
The curly haired boy gets lost in his novels quickly. It’s something you’d first learned about Quil — that reading helped him escape and settle his mind simultaneously. His right hand is twirling the strings of the hoodie he’s wearing as his left hand holds his book steady. You place a kiss on his knee before you finish coloring your picture.
Embry comes home to a scene that feels so domestic — so warm and tender that he wants to cry. You and Quil did this often — parallel play, it was called. An acoustic, indie sounding playlist was playing around the house softly as you both did your own things.
It made Embry’s heart flip and flutter as he shut the front door quietly. He plops onto the sofa with a sigh, leaning his head against the back of it. Almost immediately, Quil’s head falls to his shoulder as your head hits his knee gently.
Home, Embry smiles to himself as his eyes slide shut. I’m finally home.
—— idk how many notes this ill get / how popular it’ll b but i needed some comfort n this happened <3