Autistic!reader gets distracted when rafe fucks her
Word count: 911
A/N: it seems the writers block is only letting me write for these two….ig this is good for the people that like reading these? Istg I get distracted in the middle of everything, and if we’re having a conversation I’m gonna go through about 100 things before I say what I actually wanted to :((( Also this is more of a rafe pov, but still some reader pov too
You moaned as the tip of his cock kissed your cervix with each thrust, his feet planted on the bed as he fucked up into you. You were on top of him, trying your best to move with him, but your thighs were shaking and all you could do was dig your nails into his shoulders and hold on.
"W-wait," you gasped out, "I remembered what I wanted to tell you earlier!" His pace slowed, a slight frown taking over his face as he stared up at you.
"And you have to tell me now?"
"Obviously, Rafey, what if I forget later?"
He rolled his eyes and groaned before reluctantly nodding, flopping dramatically back onto the bed. "Shiiit," he rubbed a hand over his face, "you know I can't fuckin' ever say no to you, princess."
"Thank you, you're the best!" You pecked his lips before sitting back up, wriggling excitedly on top of him, making his cock twitch inside of you. "So earlier I saw this…" Your words faded into white noise in his ears as he stared up at you, his eyes roaming freely over your body as you spoke. God, he loved you, but did you really have to do this now?
He let you ramble on for a few minutes, a rare tender smile on his face as he watched you talk, so animated and happy he didn't want to stop you. His hands were stroking up and down your thighs, a gentle and soothing touch that comforted you and let you know that he was paying attention.
However, each little shift of your hips, each excited wriggle, brought him back to the present and reminded him of the situation, reminded him of his need. Fuck it. He sat back up and wrapped his arms around your waist, pressing a soft kiss to your jaw before he spoke. "You done, baby?"
"Not yet I— o-oh Rafe—"
"Yeah, sounds like you're done t'me." He'd started to fuck up into you while you were talking, his cock rubbing your G-spot just right which caused your mind to go momentarily blank with pleasure, your train of thought completely erased. You wrapped your arms around his neck, clinging to him as your pussy clenched around him "Good girl, she's grippin' me so hard, sweetheart."
Rafe leaned his head down, capturing one of your nipples between his lips while he kept up his brutal pace inside you, the lewd sounds coming from between your legs making your skin heat up in embarrassment — you were just so wet. A breathy whimper escaped your lips as he flicked his tongue over your hardened peak, the way his teeth lightly grazed it sending a shudder through your body.
He could tell you were getting close, your pretty moans becoming breathier, your hips grinding against his, your back arching, pushing your breasts closer to his face. "You close, sweet girl? Want you to come f'me, cream on my cock, baby."
"R-Rafey, fuck—" your hand suddenly smacked down on his shoulder, your movements on top of him stopping. He pulled off of your nipple with a wet pop, a flash of annoyance crossing his face when he looked up at you. "I remembered this other thing I wanted to say, you know, the thing I was trying to tell you about earlier that I forgot?"
"Fuckin' Christ," he muttered under his breath. He let you talk for a minute, pinching the bridge of his nose, breathing deeply as he counted to ten before he looked up at you. He cupped your face between his hands, his touch gentle, his thumbs sweeping across your cheekbones. "Sweetheart, baby, princess, the love of my life, I fuckin' adore you, but can you please tell me later?"
You stopped talking immediately, your body deflating, your hands dropping off of him to your lap where they started to fidget nervously. Your gaze left his, your eyes flicking down as you sniffled, quiet but still loud enough that he heard. "O-okay, I'll tell you later. 'M sorry I didn't mean to upset you."
Seeing you so sad made his heart break a little — he never wanted to hurt you, he was just a little frustrated at getting interrupted so much. But he never wanted you to be upset, especially not because of him, and he really would do anything to make you happy. So he brushed a stray strand of your hair back from your face, nudging his forehead against yours to get you to look at him, your teary eyes meeting his.
"Fuck that, princess, I wanna hear."
"No, Rafey, it doesn't matter, I'll just tell you later—""
"Nah, sweet girl, I wasn't asking." He rolled you over in one fluid motion, making sure you were comfortable settled onto the mattress before he kissed you, pressing his body against yours. He started to roll his hips against yours at a languid pace, slowly building the heat back up between you. "New rule, you stop talking and I stop moving, yeah? I wanna hear that pretty voice."
You giggled and he smirked at you, gently wiping the tears from your eyes with the pads of his thumbs. "You're so silly!" you said through a laugh, smacking his bicep lightly before wrapping your arms around his neck, one of your hands moving up to scrape gentle nails against his scalp.
"Yeah but 'm your silly, sweetheart, and I wouldn't have it any other way."
a/n: a tiny bit of the long ass story i’ve got in my head with him (that i won’t turn into a fic sorry, it to messy lol), i just had to write down this part cause it’s so sweet. also on my 3rd rewatch of daredevil s3 in these past 2(?) weeks (after having rewatched ddba with my bestie who’s watching it for the first time) and i still cannot shut up whenever i see my man bro 🥲
cw: Dex being Dex, implied recent trauma (unspecified), selective mutism, implied neurodivergent!reader, comfort, fluff, reader has anxiety, slight angst.
something terrible had happened while he was gone, something so unforgivable.. he should have been there. that’s what keeps looping in his head as he watched your sleeping form beside him.
his head going all over the place planning the demise of whoever’s done this to you, waiting until he knew you were in deep sleep before he’d leave to deal with them. hunting them down one by one, tormenting them like they did you until they begged for it to ‘just end’. he came home covered in blood, taking a shower, deep cleaning himself until his skin was raw, making sure not a single speck was left under his nails and pores before getting back into bed with you, gently wrapping his arms around you like a secure cage.
he’d wake up before you, watching the calm on your face for a while before going to make breakfast, plating it, putting it on a tray and brought it to bed, waking you up with soft kisses up your shoulder, “morning baby..” whispering into your neck, “brought you some breakfast, s’your favorite” he hummed as he leaned back enough for you to sit up, your eyes still sleepy as you rubbed them clearing up the fog, your lip wobbling in gratitude at his sweet gesture, you looked at him, his eyes already on you intently. he gave you an almost sad smile, “eat up before it gets cold” he itched his nose as he sat down beside you, watching you dig in, savoring every bite. his arm rested around your waist, his lips just pressed against your shoulder as he bathed in the quiet sounds that would slip out of you on occasion, your breathing, soft hums as you enjoyed his cooking, the sound of you swallowing, he took in all of it like it was his lifeline, reminding himself that you’re alive being the only thing keeping him sane. as you finish up the last bite; you washed it down with some water, thanking him with a sweet kiss on the cheek, snuggling into him for a bit before going to grab the tray, “nuh uh, you’re staying in bed” he smiled, not letting you clean up the dishes, doing it himself before coming back to bed to cuddle.
he’d be so much more gentle with you in this time, he knew how fragile your mind was at this state, especially after what had happened, so he’d be even more protective than he’s ever been before. always a protective hand on you when out of the apartment, a cold glare ready and loaded to be shot at anyone giving you a hard time for not speaking because “i know you can talk, why are you being so difficult?”, oh how he wanted to cut out their tongue in that moment, but he knew that would only put stress on you. so instead he’d make their life harder in ways he could through his job without anyone knowing it had anything to do with you.
now he’d always be at your side whenever you wanted to go out, being your voice, your emotional support for when you’d get sudden spikes of anxiety. ordering your favorite drink or sweets for you at the cafe you’d visit every week, telling the waiter what you wanted when he’d take you out for dinner, all you needed was to point out what you wanted on the menu and he’d deal with the rest. taking random late night strolls to help you get comfortable being out again like you used to, pausing to comfort you whenever you’d freeze up or zone out because of the stress. bringing your hand up to his lips, kissing your knuckles as you walked hand in hand.
you still being able to comfort him on his own bad days. coming home after a particularly hard day at work, being so exhausted and in his head that he was on the brink of breaking, you’d meet him by the entrance of your apartment, immediately knowing how he was feeling by the way he was standing. you’d hug him, kissing his face all over as he leaned onto you, cupping his face in your hands as you met his eyes, so sad and tired. taking his hand you carefully lead him to the couch, laying down with him, his head on your chest listening to your calm heartbeat as you played with his hair, letting him finally breathe. quiet tears running down his face onto your sweater as his arms gripped onto your sides, grounding himself, eventually falling asleep in your arms.
most nights he’d just have you on his lap, only wearing sweats while you’d be in one of his hoodies that you liked so much, head on his shoulder as you quietly traced his scars, the feeling of them under your finger pads being oddly satisfying. Dex just watching you in your calm fixation, humming softly at your touch.
him complimenting you cause he knows it makes you shy and embarrassed, mumbling “pretty pretty pretty..” as he kisses all over your face, earning a well deserved whine as you cover his mouth with your hands to shut him up, chuckling against your palm as he just wraps his arms tighter around you, “so sweet”.
you’re so grateful for him, even if you can’t fully show it with words like you’d like, which would make you sad sometimes. he was your rock in this difficult time, without him you knew you’d crumble under the pressures of dealing with life with your current mental state. without his support you wouldn’t be able to heal as fast as you have been. so you’d be even more physically affectionate with him to compensate with the lack of words that he oh so loved hearing from your lips before all this. kisses every time you wanted to say any compliments or praise, snuggles before he had to go to work, showering together, anything intimate or sweet, to remind him of how much you love him even when you can’t reassure with your words.
the first time he got to hear your voice again was your soft mumbles in your sleep. he thought it was just in his head at first, but then you did it again, “Dex…”, so quiet, you sounded almost sad, scared. Dex leaned closer to you, sliding his arms around you, “i’m here baby” gently kissing your forehead as your body physically relaxed into his touch.
i’m also on a sirius kick so this is perfect timing. i rly love your autistic!reader content as an autist myself :) so what about autistic!reader and sirius in the beginning of their relationship where sirius doesn’t quite understand that reader may take some of his sarcasm literally. and this leads to funny misunderstandings/scenarios (like, once i offered my friend lemon candies and they were like ‘oh yay…my favorite’ and i didn’t realize they were joking so i bought them their own bag next time we hung out. and they felt too bad to tell me the truth for like weeks lol)
if this request doesn’t strike inspo though, feel free to ignore!! <333 & i hope you’re having a lovely day/night!!
sorry this is so late! I was not ignoring you babe, it got lost in my inbox and I finally found it with a spark for it! I hope you like it ᡣ𐭩
“Dolly, why do you have so many butter toffees?”
Sirius is over at your apartment for tea, a small post date tea and a sweet treat. You’d made an orange olive oil cake with frosting.
Sirius is in your cupboard looking for your teas when he spots the jar filled with butter toffees.
You perk where you’re filling the kettle. “You liked them the last time I offered, so I stocked up. I usually always have because I like them too, but I figured I’d just keep extra for you.”
You flick on the hob and place the kettle on.
Sirius frowns. “But I don’t like butter toffees, poppet.”
You look up more than a bit confused. “You said when I offered, ‘oh, these are nice.’ I thought,” you trail off when you relaise your ‘error.’
Oh Sirius could kiss you.
He crosses the space between you and cups your cheek. “I want to kiss you silly,” he smiles when your eyebrows draw together. “I don’t really like them, I was being sarcastic that day.”
Your eyes roll and you bite the inside of your cheek and Sirius frowns. “Hey don’t, I should’ve said something.”
“It’s embarrassing because this isn’t the first time it’s happened. It makes me feel like people are making fun of me when I eventually figure it out.”
The words taste bitter in your mouth as you recall all the past experiences where you were being made fun of, or used as the butt of a joke because you understood things differently.
Sirius tuts and pulls your face to his chest. “M’sorry dolly,” he rubs your back as you heave a long sigh. “I wasn’t trying to make fun. I’m sorry I didn’t realise you interpreted it differently.”
You nod, lifting your head to kiss his chin. “Thank you for explaining it to me. I know you weren’t doing it to be mean, but no more sarcastic jokes unless you tell me?”
Sirius nods, peppering kisses over your face making you giggle.
“Agreed, my sweet baby.” The kettle whistles but Sirius keeps you against him as he walks over to turn it off and make your cuppas, making you laugh- happiness bubbling around your tiny kitchen.
Not really a request, at least not a super detailed one but, anything with Rosa Diaz x autistic reader would be amazing!!
Maybe R drops off some lunch or something for rosa and meets the rest of the squad or smth?
In general i am in love with your autistic!reader fics. Im currently in the process of being diagnosed with autism, and its just really rather comforting to see myself in a reader insert
-Ara
Hey, Ara! 🥰 So glad you enjoy the autistic!reader fics! They are some of my favorites to write. I was just diagnosed about a year ago, so it's still new-ish for me, but I also find a lot of comfort in the autistic reader inserts. Hope this is what you're looking for, and best of luck with your diagnosis process! Feel free to reach out if you need a fellow autistic pal to talk through stuff with! 💕 –illdowhatiwantthanks
A Little Lunch
Rosa Diaz x autistic!fem!reader
Warnings: explicit language, overstimulation (the autism kind), established relationship (let me know if I missed anything!)
Word count: 1.4k
Summary: People aren't your forte, but you told your girlfriend you'd have lunch with her at the precinct, and so you will. And it goes... surprisingly better than expected.
You took a few deep breaths outside the precinct door, sandwiches from Rosa’s favorite shop in hand. You’d never visited her at work before, never met her coworkers. People weren’t your strong suit. But Rosa had asked you. She didn’t ask you for much. She liked to keep her work life separate from her personal life, for the most part. And the fact that she wanted you to meet her squad? Well, you couldn’t let her down. You wouldn’t.
The overhead lights were bright, and the general office noise was overwhelming when you stepped inside. You lurked in a corner, trying to acclimate yourself, trying to survey the room and find Rosa and calm yourself down so you could have a nice, normal lunch with your girlfriend.
You jumped a bit as a woman in a rolling chair slid in front of you, hands pressed together over her waist.
“Is that my Panera?” she said, staring at the bag in your hands.
“Uh… no.”
The woman stared at you for a moment, and you shuffled uncomfortably under her gaze and felt the need to provide a reason for your presence.
“I’m, uh… I’m here to see Rosa. Diaz. She's a detective. Do you know where she is?”
The woman’s face lit up. “Ohhhh… interesting. Did she order Panera, too? Great minds.” She held out your hand for you to shake, so you did. “Gina Linetti,” she told you. “Dancer, secretary, genius.”
“Gina, stop tormenting my girlfriend!”
You’d know that voice anywhere. You visibly relaxed as Rosa walked into the squad room, placing a strong, protective hand at the small of your back.
Gina held up her hands, as if in defense. “Sorry, Rosa. I thought she was Panera.”
“She’s not Panera,” Rosa growled. “She’s my girlfriend, and we’re eating lunch, and you’re leaving us alone.”
Rosa took your hand and led you through the precinct, into a break room scattered with tables where, alone and away from prying eyes, she planted a gentle kiss on your cheek.
“You okay?” she asked softly.
You nodded and held up the bag of food. Rosa gestured toward the table and went to grab napkins and, for neither the first nor the last time, you were grateful that you often didn’t need words with Rosa. You were comfortable in one another’s silence and, for you, this was life-changing. Your words were one of the first things to go when you got overstimulated, but Rosa never seemed to mind. For this, and for many other reasons, you loved her.
But you’d barely started on your lunch before people started trickling into the break room: Jake, Amy, Charles. All ostensibly eating lunch, too, even if they’d already taken lunch, even if all they had was a bag of chips from the vending machine, as Jake did.
“So, Y/N,” Amy started. “How did you and Rosa meet?”
Rosa jumped in before you forced yourself to say anything. “Hey,” she spat at the group crowding the table next to yours. “When I told Y/N she could meet me for lunch, I meant me. Not me and half the squad. Scram, losers.”
You gave a little half wave as they slunk out of the room, smiling a little as Charles mouthed off to you behind Rosa’s back: “We’ll catch up later!”
“Sorry,” Rosa said a few minutes later. “I know they can be a bit much.”
You shook your head and squeezed her hand, able to find your voice again. “It’s okay. They seem nice.”
“If by nice, you mean fucking crazy, then yes.”
A knock on the doorframe. At first, Rosa seemed annoyed by the interruption, but when she saw that it was Captain Holt she looked almost… proud?
“Captain,” she said, rising from her seat and nodding at him. She gestured toward you. “This is my girlfriend, Y/N. Y/N, Captain Holt.”
You moved to stand and shake his hand, but Holt stopped you. “Oh, no, please.” He sat down next to you, and Rosa seemed comfortable with him, so you decided that Captain Holt was someone you would like. “It’s lovely to meet you,” he said.
“You too,” you replied, trying not to let your voice shake too much. You tried to think of something to say, tried to think of a topic of conversation, but you were floundering. Your voice was hard for you on a regular day, even sometimes with people you loved, like Rosa. You just couldn’t manage to force anything out. You felt your cheeks growing red. You hoped you weren’t embarrassing Rosa.
You couldn’t have said all this to Rosa even if you’d wanted to, but Rosa always seemed to get it anyway.
“Y/N, Captain Holt and his husband are going to the symphony tonight. I told him that was one of your favorites, too.”
You lit up. Thank you, thank you, thank you, Rosa, you thought. You loved the symphony. She was right; it was one of your favorites. Despite Rosa’s general indifference toward classical music, she’d gotten you both season passes for your birthday. She didn’t love the music, but she loved the way your eyes shone when you listened, the way you perched on the edge of your seat like a child. She loved that when she held your hand during the performances, she could tell when you were particularly moved because you’d get goosebumps and the hair on your skin would stand up.
“Oh, it’s John William Weischselbraun tonight, right? Bach’s Oboe Sonata? That should be excellent!”
Holt looked about as excited as Rosa had ever seen him.
“You’re a fan of the oboe, are you?” he asked, eyebrows raised.
“Oh, yes, sir.” You nodded enthusiastically. “I played oboe in my high school orchestra. It’s a severely underrated instrument.”
Rosa beamed at you as Holt reached out to shake your hand. “Diaz....” he said, shaking a finger at her. “She’s a keeper.”
“Yes, sir,” Rosa nodded.
He stared at her reproachfully. “I hope you take this fine lady to the symphony and not just to your rock concerts.”
“She does, sir,” you assured him. “We even have season passes.” And then you had what you thought was maybe one of your more brilliant ideas. “Maybe we could all go together, sometime? Me and Rosa and you and your husband?”
Rosa and Captain Holt stared at each other for a moment, and you were afraid you’d misread the situation terribly. You’d always thought that Rosa liked Captain Holt, at least from the way she talked about him. You thought they were friendly with one another. Maybe you’d been wrong.
You tried to backtrack. “Or maybe not,” you blurted. “Just a thought.”
You couldn’t help but smile at how quickly both Rosa and Captain Holt jumped to reassure you. So quickly that their voices overlapped.
“That’d be great, babe.”
“Now, doesn’t that sound nice?”
Gina rolled in front of the door to the break room. “Captain, you have a phone call,” she yelled out as her chair rolled by.
“Excuse me,” Holt said, standing. He stood, pressed his hand over yours and said, “Truly nice to meet you, Y/N. I look forward to our mutual date.”
When he’d gone, Rosa stared at you. She was smiling. Really smiling.
“What?” you asked, your face reddening.
She leaned forward and kissed you quickly, her hand gently grasping your chin.
“What was that for?”
She tucked your hair behind your ear. “You did really good today,” she whispered. “I know you were nervous. Thanks for lunch.”
You turned an even deeper shade of red. “Anytime. Or, well, sometimes.”
She smirked and kissed you one more time, pulling away quickly as Jake wolf-whistled from the doorway.
“Shut your mouth, Peralta, or I’ll shut it for you,” she growled.
It was always so funny to you to see Rosa with others. So rough, so intimidating. When she turned back to you, she was soft. She was always soft with you.
“I’ll see you tonight?” she asked, squeezing your hand.
You nodded, as you stood to leave, perching on tiptoes to kiss her on the cheek. Your voice had slipped back inside of you for the time being, so you simply squeezed her hand back and let her walk you out of the precinct.
Rosa watched you go, swinging your arms a bit as you walked down the sidewalk, and her heart ached. She loved you so much. Your quiet voice, that was always a gift to hear. Your swinging, fidgety arms. The fact that you loved her so much, so purely. She only hoped she could show you just as much love in return.
· The few people you knew would probably be worried about you and the Witcher being a thing, and they’d think that maybe he was using you in some way, but you’d shut that down quick since you know the stigma Witchers get for simply just living
· Him not caring if people think he’s rude so he’ll just grab you (or notion with his head) and leave any conversation if they are making you uncomfortable in any way
· Even though generally Geralt isn’t a physically affectionate person, he always happily accepts your touch when you feel comfortable enough with doing that
· He lets you play with his hair whenever you want, he loves how it feels having you braid and brush his hair(especially if you are gentle), it’s a way for you to let him know you love him without saying ‘i love you’ outright
· I think that either his eyes would be easier or harder to look into, if they are easier then you’ll probably just stare into his eyes without a bother because his eyes are just so pretty, but if they aren’t easy to look into, you’ll probably still try to give quick glances here and there and Geralt would understand the discomfort of having eye contact, he finds it uncomfortable sometimes too (though he is a glarer, sometimes he just generally doesn’t like it)
· He loves traveling with you since you both are comfortable with silence, he just enjoys your presence, it’s pretty comforting to him
· If anyone were to threaten you to get to him he’d be pissed off, like really pissed off
· He’d be so concerned when you’re having a meltdown, especially if its a really bad one, he’d do whatever he could to comfort you and make you feel safe, if it was in public he’d glare at anyone who’d give you a weird look before you two got to somewhere quiet and dark, he’d let you grab ahold of him and cry into his shirt if that’s what you needed or let you just sit curled up without him touching you at all if that’s what you needed, whatever you need he’ll do it, all for your well being
· He understands finding it difficult to show people how you feel and being perceived as unemotional/apathetic but also feeling too much at the same time
· Him constantly being worried about scaring you away whenever he has to do his work (you probably don’t even think about it as a ‘bad’ thing since it makes sense to you that he has to do things like that because he’s a witcher)
· As a way that you show him that you love him is, being caring and just generally helping him in any way (pretty much babying him lol), like you’ll wash his dirty clothes when he finally gets to sleep, you’ll take care of his hair, you’ll make him food sometimes, and just help him out when he’s exhausted after a long day
· He loves listening to you talk about your interests and will listen intently, he loves to see how happy it makes you, and listening to you rambling is an easy way for him to get in a good mood
:)
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Can you do a sort of sequel to the platonic Entrapta x Reader? Like Entrapta mentions that she overheard her fellow princess standing up for her and how she appreciates it. And reader assures her that she's always happy to protect her friends, and that she's really glad Entrapta is back and safe. I love that autistic princess solidarity. And don't worry about "being offensive", I read your previous Entrapta, and your Abed stuff. I'm autistic. And honestly? You're doing amazing sweetie. <3
Relationship: Entrapta x autistic-coded!werewolf!fem!reader (platonic)
Summary: Entrapta overheard you standing up for her, so decides to thank you for doing so.
Warnings: None! (Let me know if I need to add any)
Word count: 0.6k
(A/N: I’m glad I get to write some more platonic stuff, especially for Entrapta! Feel free to request more platonic stuff for any character on my fandom list! Also, sorry that this is pretty short compared to my other stuff. However, I didn’t feel like it needed to be any longer.)
As a werewolf, it was important for you to avoid anger and distress as much as possible.
That’s why, following your encounter with Adora, Bow and Glimmer, you had decided on retreating to your room and relaxing in the best way you knew how: reading. It was just some book on Bright Moon’s history Glimmer had gave to you, but it took your mind off them.
It was always better for you (and the anger issues that came with you being a werewolf) to take your mind off something that you knew would bother you rather than let it gnaw at you until it drove you crazy. Besides, there wasn’t exactly anything more you could do.
The trio had already apologised to you and gone to talk to Entrapta.
All you could do was wait.
You didn’t doubt that Entrapta would forgive them, nor did you doubt that they were sincerely sorry and feeling pretty guilty for leaving her with the Horde, even though they were convinced she hadn’t made it. Heck, you were her best friend and were convinced she hadn’t made it.
Still, you had fought tooth and nail for the others to let you go and try to rescue her, but Adora and Glimmer stopped you. They didn’t want to lose anyone else, especially when the odds would’ve been against you had they let you go.
If all of you combined couldn’t do anything to save Entrapta, how could you save her alone?
You were sure Entrapta would understand why they had left her behind, and you were sure she would forgive them.
It had been at least an hour since your conversation with Adora, Bow and Glimmer, but you hadn’t noticed the passage of time due to your investment in your book.
It took a knock at the door to pull you out of your concentration. Well, it wasn’t so much a knock as it was incessant banging.
You jumped a little due to the sudden nature of the noise before your mind could adjust to what was going on.
“Y/N!” a familiar voice called, accompanying the knocking. “It’s me- Entrapta! Can I come in?”
“Huh?” you muttered, before fully snapping out of your trance and realising what was going on.
You blinked a few times before turning your head towards the door.
“Oh, yeah, sure thing!” you called back.
With that, Entrapta opened the door and shut it behind her, walking in on her hair, legs crossed and hands in her lap. Her hair curved beneath her, as though she was finally fully seated.
“Did you talk to Adora, Bow and Glimmer?” you asked, sliding your bookmark into the book, shutting it and placing it on your lap. Your fingers drummed on the worn leather cover of it it as you looked up at the purple-haired girl.
“Yep!” she responded. “Actually, that’s kind of why I came to talk to you.”
You furrowed your brows and cocked your head to the side just a little. “Did they say something to upset you?”
“Nope. Actually, they apologised for acting distant towards and not trusting me and said they’d do anything they could to make it up to me.” Entrapta answered.
She paused for a moment, before her fairly content expression softened.
“Anyway, I was passing by the room you were all in when you were talking. I heard what you said. I just wanted to thank you for standing up for me when I didn’t even ask you to. You’re a really good friend, Y/N.”
You smiled at her, still absentmindedly drumming on your book.
“It’s no problem, Trapta.” you replied. ”You’re my best friend, and friends stand up for their friends, even when they’re not asked to.”
Entrapta beamed at you gratefully.
“I’m glad you’re back, Trapta.” you said, a soft sigh escaping your lips. “I really missed you when you were with the Horde, but you’re back now, and that’s all that matters.”
“I’m glad I’m back too, Y/N.” Entrapta responded.
Yeah; it really was great having your best friend back.
Request: •Can I have autistic reader x RK900 where shes a cop too, and his partner. she stims a lot (cracks knuckles, fiddles with fingers, rubs the material of her shirt between her fingers, etc). 9 + r work on this really big case and she solves it and press are there and she gets overwhelmed by all the cameras and voices and the usual stimming isnt working and 9 just grabs her and gets her out of there to somewhere quiet and she just hugs him with her ear to his chest and listens to his 'heartbeat'
Conan was proud of you. Very proud of you to say that, even if the only sign of this in his expression was the light smile on his face, and the thing that made that smile bigger was seeing your own proud smile.
RK900 had been working with you since he joined the precinct and Reed refused to work with him, and so he was partnered up with you, and within seconds immediately knew you were on the spectrum. He picked up quickly on your stims; you cracked your knuckles and wrists, you wore soft shirts purely to touch when stressed and rub your hand on. He understood that your brain was wired differently, and he quickly learnt you used this to your advantage with your work; you were effective, quick thinking and came up with theories that others would pass over. With Conan able to perform tests quickly and get a percentage of how likely your suggestions were, and also being quick thinking, you two combined were a force to be reckoned with. So when you were put onto a cold case as an attempt to get new leads, only to solve it in a week, needless to say everyone was impressed. It was even on the news.
Fowler had asked you to be the one to give the speech to the press about your findings, and you’d asked Conan (you had given the name to him since RK900 didn’t really roll off the tongue) to stand with you since he was just as involved with it as you, and also to help you with the speech. You were nervous about it, worried to mess up, ramble, or release information you shouldn’t have. He helped you write it up, assuring you that you’d do fine, and now he stood beside you in front of the cameras and press, giving your speech. He’d had you read it aloud already, even to Anderson and his predecessor until you knew it almost perfectly to make you confident in your own words, and he looked ahead, an content smile on his face as you finished the speech, finishing with a thank you. There was a few questions at first, and you answered them as best you could, until people started to kick up a fuss when one person brought up the case’s possible link to other cases, cases you had no information on, and then there was questions about those cases, expecting you to solve them and already have answers.
Conan saw your stress spike as voices raised, camera started going off more, and you became tense. Something Conan had realised about himself since working with you was that he was protective of you. Many people saw your autism as a disability, making you lesser than, and they treated you as so, or even like a child at times, even though almost all the time, you knew more than that person, and Conan hated it when people spoke down to you. He may have punched an older officer in the gut while exiting the elevator one day for saying horrible things about you. He also knew what you could handle, and what you couldn’t. You could handle interrogations, you could handle being shot at, you could handle the bodies, the gore, and the worst of the job...But being bombarded without a way to escape was definitely something you couldn’t handle, and it was during those times Conan stepped it and took it for you. This was one of those situations.
He stepped forward to the podium. “We will be taking no more questions as we cannot answer them.” He stated calmly, putting an arm behind you and leading you away quickly out of the room and to the hallway, but he didn’t stop, knowing they’d find a way back and confront you here, and so he led you deeper into the building till you were in the elevator, pressing the button back to the offices. When the doors shut, he put his focus on you. Your hands were covering your face. You had been overwhelmed, and he calmly and carefully put his hands onto yours, gently lowering them. “It’s alright.” He assured you.
“I… I messed up.”
“I think you did spectacularly, Miss Y/N. Don’t be so hard on yourself. Would you like a hug?” He offered. While Conan wasn’t a physical person, the only times he ever made contact with anyone else was to fight them or swat them away, but with you he was a lot softer. He had done his research to ensure if you needed him, he was available, and in his searching he found that during times like these, you benefited from anything with a pattern, and regularity. Like a heartbeat. He may not have a heart, but his pump acted almost the same, even beating similarly, and even harder. It was easier to hear and feel against his chest, and he had practiced it with you after a case where the family of the suspect confronted you while Conan was walking you home. It was quick and effective.
With a simple nod, you found yourself in Conan’s arms, your head in his chest, just listening to the pump beat. You closed your eyes, focussing on it, with a gentle hand on your head as well. Conan was silent, not wanting his voice to disrupt this therapeutic moment for you, making sure to breathe slowly but regularly, watching as your stress levels lowered quickly. He also felt your arms around his waist, keeping him close.
By the time the doors opened on the floor, Conan was back to having his hand behind your back, leading you to your shared office space. “I’ll inform Fowler on the speech.” Conan offered. “I’ll also get you something warm to drink.”
“Thanks… while you’re at it, can you ask about the cases they mentioned? If there is a link I’d like to look into it.” You told him. Conan smiled and nodded, returning the smile with a silent ‘thank you’ behind it before your android left to do his duties.
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