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lavenderboneswrites · 3 years

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Can i request some Shizuo and Izaya getting out of the closet during highschool for pride month?

Love your blog btw

Here you go, I hope this okay and you enjoy, thank you for the request! I wanted to get this out before pride ended but you know what? Pride never ends. PRIDE IS ETERNAL. Happy pride everyone!!

Rocketman

Words: 3049

Tags: shizaya, pre-relationship, the boys have a chat about sexuality, asexual izaya, demi-sexual shizuo, pride babey, high school days

AO3

Shizuo rolls the tiny badge between his fingers.

He’d taken it from Izaya. Ripped it from his clothes during their most recent fight.

Shizuo had been so close to catching him too. His fingers had brushed at the rough strap of his bag, but before he could get a proper grip the flea was darting away. He had grabbed out desperately and the little pin had come away from Izaya.

It was a small rectangle, probably the size of a fingernail. Made of metal, the front was shiny with horizontal stripes, in colours black, grey, white, and purple. Shizuo didn’t understand the significance of it, Izaya was always wearing ugly ass accessories. Still, as he fiddled with the badge something itched at the back of Shizuo’s mind.

Something important.

He was sitting up on the school roof during a free period. It was empty up here, most aware that the fearsome Heiwajima Shizuo had claimed the rooftop as his territory. The only ones who ever came up the same time as Shizuo were Shinra, Kadota, and that annoying little insect that Shinra always insisted join them.

That’s only when he wasn’t skipping school to do who only knows what.

Shizuo stares down at the little pin in his hand, the wind blowing lightly through his hair as his thoughts pass by lazily.

It’s almost like a flag.

A harsh grating noise pulls Shizuo from his musing. It’s the sound of the rooftop door being dragged open, and as if his very thoughts had summoned the devil himself, out stepped Orihara Izaya.

“Oh,” copper eyes widen slightly, before narrowing in the familiar sneer Shizuo knew all too well. “You’re here.”

Red blinds his vision. Rage erupts in his blood like a volcano. Shizuo’s pupils are expanding, are going predator wide as eyes narrow in on their prey.

Izaya is talking quicker than Shizuo can think, “I think anyone would be here.”

The flea sighs, hands slipping into his pockets as he pouts.

Shizuo’s breathing hard through his nose, mind a haze of kill, kill, kill. He’s about to leap to his feet, about to let out his usual roar and lunge at the flea but his brain suddenly hits a wall.

The rooftop was his safe space. A place where he could come to find peace. It was also a neutral zone, a place where Izaya and Shizuo were forced to tolerate each other for the sake of their mutual friend.

Shinra wasn’t here though.

Shizuo blinked up from where he sat slumped against the fence. This was unknown territory for them. Never had they been up here together … unsupervised.

The strange situation makes his rage flounder slightly, dulls his usual instincts and he just glares up at the flea.

“Fuck off.”

Izaya scoffs at his less than welcoming words.

“Shizu-chan doesn’t own the roof,” he’s arguing back in a derisive tone. It does nothing to quell Shizuo’s rage.

He clenches his fists at his side, metal badge in his hand forgotten as he growls up at Izaya. “Fuck off, I was here first.”

Izaya only raises a brow at that, as if he can’t quite believe Shizuo’s immaturity.

He’s expecting a sarcastic remark, something about his lack of intelligence; Izaya did always love to call him stupid in the most roundabout way. Instead Izaya just lets out a sigh, as if he can’t be bothered arguing today.

Shizuo stiffens as he makes his way over to his own side of the roof. The pest doesn’t sit down next to Shizuo, no, he makes sure to put a distance of at least three meters between them.

Shizuo glares at him the entire time. He’s tensed for an attack, ready to catch one of those annoying as fuck knives flying his way, but none come.

“Relax … there’s enough space for the both of us beast.”

Shizuo feels his eye twitch at that familiar nickname, but Izaya’s tone for once is lacking the usual edge.

He knows if he attacks, the other will defend himself. Yet today Shizuo just can’t bring himself to be bothered. Least when Izaya is acting so docile for once. Well docile for him anyway.

They sit in silence, waiting for the lunch period when Shinra and Kadota will no doubt join them. Izaya’s tapping away on his phone, the noise is only half annoying as Shizuo stares up at the clouds passing by.

It would be nice to take a nap … but he’s not stupid enough to let his guard down completely. Knowing the flea he’d end up getting stabbed.

“Oi.”

Shizuo’s doesn’t bother to look at the flea as his voice comes out gruff.

Izaya doesn’t answer, just keeps tap-tap-tapping and Shizuo has to do that stupid counting thing he was taught to keep his temper at bay. It rarely ever works though.

“Oi bastard,” Shizuo growls a bit louder, eventually turning his head to send a glare Izaya’s way.

Izaya doesn’t look at him. Instead he leans his head back against the fence, as if searching the sky for patience.

“What?”

Izaya really had no right sounding so annoyed. He was the one who was annoying. Always jumping around like a pest, getting Shizuo into fights, plotting and manipulating and just being a general, all-around nuisance.

“You in a bad mood or something?” Shizuo needles and Izaya can’t stop the chuckle that escapes his lips.

“Like you’re one to talk,” Izaya’s eyes are coming down to meet Shizuo’s, red gaze alight with a hint of amusement. “Shizu-chan is in a bad mood 24/7.”

“And who’s fault is that?” Shizuo snaps.

“… I’m guessing mine, right?”

There’s no remorse in his voice, only sarcastic mocking that grates on Shizuo’s ears.

He grinds his teeth together at the annoying noise. Shizuo clenches fists harder, ready to throw a punch when he’s suddenly reminded of the item in his palm as it presses into his skin.

“You piss me off”, Izaya lowers his voice, doing his best Shizuo impression before his voice returns to the usual lilt. “Really Shizu-chan, who did you blame your temper on before you met me?”

Izaya flashes a crooked smile his way, like Shizuo should be grateful he has the flea around to take his anger out on.

Bullshit.

Without another word Shizuo slides the badge in his hand less than gently across the concrete to Izaya’s side of the roof.

There. Now that odd knotting feeling in his stomach can go away.

“What’s this?” Izaya asks curiously.

He leans over and reaches out, fingertips only just grazing the badge. He’s forced to shuffle over on his knees, the action bringing him a little closer to Shizuo as he picks up the shiny metal object.

“It’s yours, right?”

Izaya doesn’t respond. He’s looking down at the pin his hand, brow furrowed in a look Shizuo has never seen on him.

Can’t believe I got him to finally shut up.

“Why …,” Izaya finally breaks his silence. Really, thinking he’d shut the flea up forever would be too good to be true.

Izaya doesn’t meet his eyes, still staring at his hand as if the little badge could give him answers.

Why would you give this back? Why would you do this? Those were the questions that seemed to be crossing Izaya’s features.

“Why do you have this?”

Shizuo can’t help but blink at that, it wasn’t a question he had been expecting.

“I got it yesterday. During …,” he trails off lamely, resolutely looking out at the open rooftop and not at Izaya’s inquisitive eyes.

Izaya doesn’t respond, instead he picks up the badge by the back end, rolling the pin between his index finger and thumb to make the little flag swirl around.

“What is it?”

Shizuo can’t help but be curious. He knows he’s seen those flags around before, maybe not the exact same colours but there’s definitely been a lot of flags randomly around lately.

Izaya makes a derisive noise in the back of his throat. Shizuo can’t decide if he’s annoyed at the question or insulting Shizuo.

“It’s a pride flag, duh.”

Shizuo couldn’t help roll his eyes at the immature response.

“Obviously,” he deadpans back.

There’s an awkward silence, which Izaya doesn’t bother to fill for once. Instead he plants his feet on the ground, bringing his knees up to his chest to lean his crossed arms on them.

Shizuo shifts, unknowingly decreasing the distance between them.

“Which flag?”

Izaya’s only a meter from him now, close enough that when he sends a glare Shizuo’s way he can almost see the individual speckles of red in his eyes.

“Why do you care?”

His tone is defensive and Shizuo wants to roll his eyes again.

“I don’t,” Shizuo wants no confusion here on where he and the flea stand. He continues on, his words going rough and mumbled as he almost doesn’t want to say them. “I was just curious is all.”

Izaya’s brow has turned to a frown, and he’s got this look on his face like he’s actually suspicious of Shizuo; like he can’t quite figure out his intentions. Shizuo had stated them clearly enough, it wasn’t his fault Izaya thought all words had to have meaning upon riddles upon bullshit.

What a fucking headache.

“It’s the ace flag.”

Izaya is purposely not meeting Shizuo’s gaze when the words slip out of him. He’s staring off to the side once again, as if he doesn’t want to give Shizuo a chance to see some unknown thing in his face.

“Ace, huh?”

“Mm.”

Silence falls again, this time a little less awkward from Shizuo’s side. He can practically feel the invisible walls Izaya’s got up around himself though.

“Which one is that again?”

A little chuckle comes to Izaya’s lips and he shoots a coy look to the blonde.

“The asexual pride flag, if you must know.”

Izaya’s got the smallest of grins on his face. It’s not like the usual smarmy smirks he often throws Shizuo’s way. No, this look is softer somehow, as if he’s almost unsure.

Shizuo just raises an eyebrow at his words, as if saying ‘you expect me to know what that means?’

Izaya sniggers at the look before continuing. “Asexual meaning I don’t feel sexual attraction for anyone.”

Shizuo nods along, as if he knew what it had meant the entire time.

Honestly he’d never really thought about. Thinking about your mortal enemies sexual preferences would be just … weird. No matter what Izaya liked, Shizuo really didn’t give a flying crap, as long as he got to beat the shit out of the louse nothing else mattered.

Shizuo tries to remember all of the different flags he had seen lately, he really could only recognise the gay pride flag … all the others he was a little lost at. And really, there seemed to be so many that he couldn’t be bothered learning what they all meant anyway. He really didn’t care what other people wanted to do as long as it didn’t inconvenience him.

“So you’ve never…,” Shizuo opens his mouth without thinking. “You’ve never felt that way … ever?”

Izaya doesn’t seem offended by the extremely personal question. Rather his eyes crinkle at the corners, almost sparkling with amusement.

“Why, does Shizu-chan feel that way about me?”

“Pfft,” Shizuo can’t help but scoff at the sarcastic jab. “As if flea … you’re trash, who would ever be attracted to trash?”

“Glad to know the thought disgusts us both,” he says it more to himself than anything.

“Does that mean you don’t want to … that you don’t ever…,” Shizuo’s face scrunches up, why the fuck is he asking all this?

“What? Have sex? Jack off?”

Shizuo puts his head into his hand and groans at Izaya’s complete lack of shame.

“What the fuck is wrong with you flea?” Shizuo asks into his palm. His only answer is high pitched laughter.

He rubs at his face, finally removing his hand to throw a glare Izaya’s way. “Don’t you have any shame?”

“Hmm, shame and guilt are such interesting concepts don’t you think though? Humans creating standards for themselves depending on whether something they do makes them feel bad, or whether something they do makes others feel bad, which just in turn makes them feel bad too I guess.”

“…huh?”

Shizuo has no idea what the fuck the flea is saying anymore. Twisted little weirdo.

Izaya’s laugh is way too mocking, Shizuo’s going to punch him if he doesn’t stop.

“Well, what happens when that person doesn’t feel bad, no matter what they do?”

Shizuo can’t help but narrow his eyes in a suspicious frown, “…are you fucking with me right now?”

Izaya just giggles again, sounding way too fucking self-satisfied and Shizuo can feel the vein in his temple throbbing in time with that annoying high pitched laugh.

The flea’s chuckling finally settles down a bit, his breath coming out soft before he continues.

“I think Shizu-chan is confusing sexual attraction with libido,” Izaya starts, his parkour between topics making Shizuo’s head hurt slightly.

Can’t you just fucking speak plainly for once?

“There’s a difference?” Shizuo mumbles, hand going to the back of his neck. This should be awkward as hell, embarrassing, mortifying … but Shizuo is surprisingly feeling kind of okay with the conversation … somehow?

“Mm,” Izaya gives a nod and Shizuo notices how he shuffles a little closer. “Think of it like skiing Shizu-chan, you’ve been skiing right?”

“Snowboarding,” Shizuo grumbles. It’s not like his parents had the money to go to a mountain resort every winter, like Izaya’s rich family probably did. However, their last school trip had been a ski trip and despite a snowball fight turning incredibly violent and Shizuo almost causing an avalanche, it had been pretty fun.

“Well, some people like skiing, some like snowboarding, other’s like tobogganing and then there’s those who’d rather stay inside cozied up next to a warm fire. And who’s to say you can’t try more than one thing, or like a variety of either?”

Shizuo frowns, he can kind of follow along with this metaphor.

“So, say you’re a fan of skiing. That can mean you like certain type of skis, or maybe you avoid specific types, or maybe you just prefer to watching skiing from afar or even just on your tv.”

Izaya’s speech flows easy, as if talking was like breathing to him. There’s something almost comforting about it.

“In regards to asexuality, and you can probably apply this to all types of sexuality, but think of it more as a spectrum, an umbrella with varying types all fitting in under it. Some asexuals are don’t have sex, they may even be repulsed by it. Other’s might enjoy it, might experience sexual urges and activity seek it out. Then there might be some that don’t really care either way, they’ll enjoy sexual pleasure but they don't crave it or necessarily seek it out. Some might even just prefer to be by themselves, or focus their energies on other types of releases; like erotic fiction or watching porn.”

Shizuo lets it all sink in. It’s a lot to take, but it makes a surprisingly good amount of sense.

“So you can … it can feel good,” Shizuo purposely ignores the way his ears go red, “you can enjoy stuff like that … but still be asexual?”

There’s a pause, where Izaya tilts his head and observes Shizuo with an uncomfortable amount of scrutiny.

“Hmm, why so curious Shizu-chan?”

Shizuo just shrugs, he’s not entirely sure how to answer that question. Not entirely sure where this desire to discuss this all came from.

Shizuo almost startles as Izaya suddenly closes the distance between them. He crawls to Shizuo’s side, thigh almost touching his own as the flea mirrors his crossed leg position and it’s way too close.

“Here,” Izaya reaches out for Shizuo’s arm and can’t help but flinch slightly, as if expecting an attack.

Izaya just chuckles at the reaction, he holds his hands up for Shizuo to see, the only thing held in them is the little pin between his fingers.

“No tricks, I promise,” the little grin he speaks with and the mischief in his eyes tell a different story.

Frowning, wondering if he’s making a huge mistake, Shizuo’s hands over his arm to Izaya palm up.

“You know, just because someone doesn’t feel sexual attraction doesn’t mean they don’t enjoy sexual or romantic activities. One also doesn’t need to be sexually attracted to someone to find them aesthetically pleasing either.”

Izaya’s fiddling with the cuff of his sleeve, hands blocking Shizuo’s view of exactly what he’s doing.

“Does Shizu-chan like watching horror movies?” Izaya changes subject way too easily and Shizuo is struggling to catch up.

“I don’t know, I guess?” Shizuo wouldn't say he’s the biggest fan of them but he’ll watch them occasionally.

“But you wouldn’t want to be in a horror movie, would you? Or maybe it depends on the kind of horror movie? Maybe if it’s a movie you feel a deep connection with perhaps?”

Shizuo stares at the side of Izaya’s face as he speaks, the flea’s smile going wry as his fingers click something into place.

“There,” Shizuo stares down at the cuff of his shirt, little coloured pin now attached.

Izaya’s voice is firm as he admires his handywork, “until Shizu-chan figures it out, why don’t you hold onto this?”

Shizuo feels his ears burn. His heart skips a beat and he suddenly feels parched. Is he dying? Is he having a heart attack? Why does he feel so warm all of a sudden?

It can’t have anything to do with the heat radiating next to him. The feel of Izaya’s thigh against him and a warm hand cradling his wrist.

As quick as the strange feeling comes it immediately vanishes as Izaya stands up. The door is scraping again, Izaya walking towards the two new arrivals with a casual wave.

Shizuo is left behind in his wake.

#i listened to a lot of elton john while writing this #this is honestly so sweet #they are so cute #finally managed to have an actual conversation #babies #Shizuo: izaya i hate you and hope you die BUT YOU ARE VALID #shizaya #writing prompts #writing request #orihara izaya #heiwajima shizuo #durarara #drrr

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familiaanteomnia · 3 years

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content warning: self harm/destructive tendencies, mentions of anxiety/ symptoms, impulsiveness, bullying, medical side affects -anyways this is a big yikes because actions have consequences babey throwing punches, not getting proper treatment,etc- -due to medications he was taken/does nathan does have some nerve damage issues namely in his hands+ muscle spasms factoring in also that countless times punching things has also created a lot of micro fractures, permanent damage to his hands also due to frequent mental duress that factors in -it tends to be an cycle because he will get angry about his hands freaking out, punch something which then further bruises- bloodies his knuckles causing further damage which just obviously like 50/50 odds of “fixing” the problem -as such especially when he was living at the estate (high quality clear plastic cups were purchased so he wouldn’t just keep dropping or breaking the glass ones) that being said been plenty of causalities to his hands be it just dropping or actual throwing (not that all his throwing things is due to muscle spasms- sometimes it is due to anger/or just an impulsive ‘if you dont throw this at the wall then there will be An Price’) -so he frequently gets pin, needles in his arms hardcore tingling and numbness plus just overall pain, or cramping sometimes his hands just lock up (he’ll find it ridiculous when his hands curl up and he tries to straighten it out only for them to tingle/act like memory foam into whatever position again slowly often gets pissed but occasionally just has to find amusement with it) -isnt really any controlling it and attempting to do usually makes things Worst but relatively good at not letting it show/due to the bullying gets more aware to hide when his hands spaz,etc likewise he does try to lean towards locking up or increasing grip because he’d rather not be able to let go of something than throw it plus also developed tight hold response to not wanting things knocked or swiped out of his hands -overall he tries to not hold, carry things in his hands and would rather somebody hold their own phone to show things than entrust it to him,etc (especially because with people he cares about his brain/issues like to be extra cruel and once he thinks about how bad he’d feel breaking their stuff then it’s like “ha ha but what if” which worsens things) not to say he can’t usually it isn’t super likely he will get mega impulsive or his hands will act out right then plus he will try his damnedest to avoid risking it in the first place, etc -also some of why he fidgets with them aside from typical anxious reasons/soothing purposes,etc sometimes rubbing at them makes things a little less worst or something to do while suffering especially if being painful (there is always an low level of pain in them especially if they are attempting to heal from an recent knuckle harming incident then they really get irritated though also pain= less pain too for nate at times) -it’s never easy to pinpoint why cause things all mix together/if he starts getting anxious over it,etc then it worsens so if he can the best thing in his eyes is retreating so he can just like lay down on the floor ideally doing fuck all till it goes away (especially if like both arms are all pins, needles and his hands are rebelling alongside being numb though he can manage to use his hands in that state it Sucks) -he’s adjusted to it sorta mostly it gets him the most annoyed when it interferes with the moods he feels like taking photos, enjoying photographing things and then his hands ruin the shot/or attempt to murder his camera (also that then factors into the well fine fuck photography moods etc cause oh look that really cool picture is now an unfocused blur fuck my life)

#headcanons #(tbh im just going to list the content at the top)#(but yeah my brain remembered it and then went on a journey)#(given all sorts of things that work in conjuction together)#(anyways his hands are royally fucked up far beyond the frequent visible bruised knuckles)#(he can be very delicate but also he can absolutely yeet things unintentionally)#(ever since i thought to write nate my brain was like Dude's hands are fucked up because realistically duh especially muscle spasms ya know)#(busting out my medical knowledge and such)#(if he were faced with an like parenting unit class with robot babies dude would be against the assignment for several reasons)#(but mostly because he doesnt want to end up hurling the thing either impulsively or by accident etc or like drop it)#(cause he knows the instant that worry overcomes him its far more likely to happen)#(since it sets off the anxiety part of things)#(when he is alone many times its just caused him to outright cry)#(frustration or pain both and then some countless times)#(i like how on surface level its like yeah he's messed up and got issues but then elaboration makes it a million times worst)#(like oh so he bruises his knuckles and bloodies them often fighting or whatever thus damage plus improper med issues plus side affects)#(throw in mental illness like high stress levels n anxiety etc being super realistic the consequences are fucking brutal)#♥ aesthetics 》 nathan prescott

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another-dr-another · 3 years

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insert those coins babey! no point in holding onto them if they aren't used !

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095 - Instant Noodles

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097 - Drink Mix

A powder used for ??? warm drink, made with milk, tastes like... something? You try it and tell me, but it smells good at the least.

099 - The DSM-I

Self-explanatory, it's the original version of the DSM, from 1952. Index cards have been slipped in-between most of the pages, talking about what happened with the information listed there.

100 - Collection Of Old Ads

Dating back to the 1920s. A magazine full of ads from a different time, it’s somewhat of a miracle the paper held up while the ideas in it didn’t.

101 - Wooden Ruler

It's a wooden ruler. Used for measuring things, nothing else- why do you ask?

102 - Building Blocks (x3)

Stacking and stacking, and sending it all crumbling down. And then you rinse and repeat.

104 - Cutesy Hair Clips

Snap clips in pastel colors and covered in designs. Oddly enough, there isn't any non-pastels, unless you count the few white clips.

106 - Newspaper Collage

Seems to be a collection of snippets from newspaper articles. There must be hundreds in here... it's a big collage.

107 - Cropped Sweatshirt

Cropped specifically due to a parent saying not to. The sweatshirt seems to be related to some organization, with the big fancy emblem on it.

109 - Pins And Patches

A mix-and-match bag full of enamel pins, buttons, and iron-on patches. Good luck finding something to do with them all.

110 - Origami Paper (x2)

Simple origami paper, in a variety of colors and patterns! Comes easy to tear out of a book, which includes instructions on basic origami types.

112 - Colorful Band-Aids.

They come in many colors, designs, even different sizes. Some seem to be made to cover up paper cuts, others meant to help skinned knees and scraped elbows.

Thank you for visiting the Monomono Machine!

~*~

Maeda, narrating - And I thought the coins were kinda heavy...

Maeda - What now?

[Free Time Event - Uehara]

{Head to Your Room}

#dra #au #fangan #fanganronpa #yuki maeda #chapter 2 #daily life

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mother-hen mando

⇒ pairing: the mandalorian x reader (platonic-ish)

⇒ summary: headcanons of the mandalorian taking care of a sick reader

⇒ words: 900 (drabble ish)

⇒ warnings: mentions of getting sick, throwing up

⇒ notes: for this request. short and fluffy, although it’s not explicitly romantic, hope you enjoy!

the second that one sneeze shakes you, you know you’re in for it

not that your immune system is weak, but alien colds are a bitcH

you know exactly how it happened

it starts on a bounty gone awry

you’d started on a desert planet then hyperspaced to an ice planet

a recipe for disaster i tell you

not only did you have to huddle with mando for the night in a freezing cold icE cave, with nothing but your capes to provide warmth

but you’d also managed to slip and fall into a lake that had only just frozen over

meaning you tumbled head first into freezing water

you’re lucky you only caught a cold and didn’t die of hypothermia instead

mando almost had a heart attack seeing you disappear into the ice

shaved ten years off his already unstable lifespan

he doesn’t falter in fishing you out

he punches a hole through the ice

and carries your trembling body back to the ship

there are ice crystals on your eyelashes

he notices because your eyes are closed and mando reALLy hopes you’re not dead

because ngl, that would kinda suck

the second you manage to locate and get back on said ship, mando buries you in all the blankets he owns

you lost the bounty, and you also haven’t been able to feel your toes in a concerning amount of time

things are going great, to say the least

two days later, here you are

bedridden, with a piercing headache in a room that won’t stop spinning

the nausea hits you in waves, and you can barely sit up without clutching the bucket to your chest and unleashinG whatever you managed to temporarily stomach

sis is deceaseD

so maYbe your immune system is a little compromised

you know you look probably look like a hutt’s ass right now, so you ban mando from entering your quarantined section of the ship

your nose is most likely bright red

rudolph-looking ass-

and you’ve got the cold sweats which definitely adds to the sickly-chic look you’ve got going on

you also don’t want him catching whatever’s got you down

someone needs to be well enough to watch the Child

does the man listen? of course not

he never fails to bring you water, your brightly-coloured medicine or whatever food you’re feeling up to

he also cleans out your bucket and bOi if that ain’t a keeper

standing is out of the question so you’re contained to your little mountain of blankets for what feels like eternity

the mandalorian keeps telling you it’s only been 3 days but what does he knOw

time isn’t real anyway

he has to resist the urge to lovingly throttle you

what are you supposed to do when you’re bedridden? gOd knows

mando tells you to sleep, but you know that’s impossible courtesy of your splitting headache

he graciously offered to knock you out if it meant helping you sleep

what a kind man

anywhaY

when you feel well enough to eventually start walking around, that’s when the real fun begins

you and the mandalorian play keep away with the Child because “no, you’re sick. you could infect him.”

and

“oH, but he’s so cute!!!”

needless to say, your germy fingers don’t get anywheRe near the Child on mando’s watch

but lord knows the man can’t resist your pout

even with your matted hair and pale, siCkly complexion

so he opts to keep you company instead

you slap him away at first

“yOu dummy!!! now you’re going to get sick!”

he sighs heavily

and lifts a hand to tap against his helmet

“riiiiight,” you murmur sheepishly, “alriGht, then i guess that would be okay!!”

mando swears you’re gonna be the death of him

so you end up curled up next to him, he’s sitting whereas your head is resting on his lap

you’re comfY, for noW

you hum in satisfaction, but it’s nasally and you’re once again reminded that your nose is not currently working

you notice the man is tense, so you gently pat his lap and scoot a pillow under his back

it’s not good for his posture to sit like that!!

“sing me a song?” you say quietly, words laced with sleep

he’s silent for a loNg time

your eyelids are getting heavier but dammiT you want to hear him sing

>:(((

thankfully, he relents and begins to brokenly hum a melody

you catch some words and recognise the language to be mando’a and you’re enthraLLed with the way it sounds

you’ve got to ask him to teach you some phrases one of these days!!!

you can tell he’s uncertain with the way his voice seems to shake and how he stumbles over his words

hearing him sing is honestly so soothing and we cannOT have him doubting himself

in this household, it’s loving dyn-jarren-hours 25/7 babeY

so you softly squeeze his knee

“thanks for taking care of me, mando.”

your words are muffled by the blankets pulled up to your chin, but they reach him nonetheless

you end up falling asleep

u snore a little because of your stuffed nose but mando finds it oddly endearing

he stays there until his legs go numb, and long after that

this is the soundest you’ve slept for nearly a week

probably thanks to the xtra-strength pain meds he managed to snag

some people are worth pins-and-needles

although he does reconsider this when he’s the one that sneezes a week later

#the mandalorian #the mandalorian headcanons #the mandalorian x reader #the mandalorian imagine #the mandalorian oneshot #dyn jarren #dyn jarren imagine #dyn jarren x reader #dyn jarren oneshot #din djarin #din djarin x reader

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