Tolya Yul-Bataar X Autistic!Reader

Tolya Yul-Bataar X autistic!Reader

He always does his best to accomodate you

If you have a meltdown, Tolya won't leave

He'll just ask you what you need and make sure you have it

He thinks your stims are adorable

If anyone tries to pick on you for your autistic traits he'll deal with them

He could spend hours listening to you infodump about your special interest (s)

Do you have higher support needs? That's fine!

Tolya will make sure you remember to eat, drink, go to the bathroom, sleep, etc.

He'll stop you from doing things that might be more dangerous than you're aware of and keep an eye out for anything that might be challenging for you

Nonverbal? That's fine. You can communicate with sign language and he'll tell others what you're saying

Tolya himself could be read as autistic, depending on if it's in the show or books

If you get overwhelmed and need deep pressure he's more than happy to squeeze you in his arms and rock you until you feel better

He fills you in on missed social cues and explains figures of speech that you don't understand

He never, ever infantilizes you or talks down to you

He makes sure to have your safe foods on hand at all times

Can't stand the texture of his clothes? He'll stop wearing that fabric

If you ever start masking, he'll be concerned

He'll want to remove you from any situation that makes you feel like you need to hide a part of yourself

He loves your spontaneity

He likes how you just say exactly what you're thinking when you think it

Do you show affection in odd ways, like giving him pebbles you find or biting him?

He'll treasure whatever you give him until the end of time

The biting thing is a little annoying but he just can't be mad at you when you're so damn cute

Sometimes he gets you back

Overall, he just adores all your little quirks

Tolya Yul-Bataar x Reader Beach Day Headcanons

First off, if you're white he's going to be very worried about you getting sunburn

He'll slather you with sunscreen every half hour you're there

"Tolya, it's fine." "Y/N, you could get skin cancer!"

He'll throw you in the ocean a thousand times just because he can

But he'll go along with whatever you want to do

He'll let you bury him in sand

He'll collect seashells with you

If you say you want to try and catch dinner, he'll simply stop a fish's heart for you

"What? This is the most efficient way."

Tolya would definitely get sucked into building sandcastles with children

It starts when he offers them a seashell for their castle

Then they realize he's a friendly giant

Before that he was just a giant, and that scared them a little

It ends with him getting buried in sand again

Whatever mythology the Shu have regarding the ocean, he'll tell to you while you sit together under your tent

He'll want to make sure you stay hydrated well out in the sun so he'll constantly remind you to drink something

At the end of the day, when it's time to go, he won't let you carry much of anything

If you show any sign of exhaustion, he may just decide to carry you to the car

He loves it when he gets to pick you up

Ask me about how the concept of Disney's Brave had a lot of potential but the finished product was incredibly tonedeaf, childist, and failed to address internized misogony. Ask me about that.

YES

society would have us believe that sex and romance define humanity

actually it’s our ability to select each image that contains a crosswalk

Even though I'm oppressed in this body, spoken over, threatened, and victimized, I can't say I wish I wasn't born a woman. Even though rapists lurk around every courner and they make a dime when I make a cent, I wouldn't trade it for their privilege. I know if I were born a man I'd be born without a heart.

Sick Days

You hadn’t meant to get caught in the sleet. You just wanted to go to the bakery and buy cookies. But of course, things never worked out in your favor.

You’d thought it would be nice to walk, but you’d had to turn back before you even got there when the storm started. And of course all your layers of warm clothing were now soaking wet and parts of your hair frozen as you stumbled back home.

At last, home was in sight. You would have sighed in relief, but your teeth were knocking together too much to allow for it.

You knocked on the door and it flung open to reveal Tolya, who looked frantic. “Y/N! I was so worried!” He pulled you inside. “You’re soaking wet!”

You sneezed as your boyfriend started peeling your sleet covered garments off of you. “We need to get you in a hot bath right now.”

You nodded, shaking, teeth chattering, as Tolya continued stripping all your clothes off of you. “I’ll take care of you,” he promised.

Tolya bathed you, put you in pajamas, and put you to bed straightaway. It made you feel like a child again, but not in a bad way. You didn’t mind him fussing over you as you drifted off to sleep

The next morning when you woke up wrapped in blankets, you felt as cold as you had been when you were stuck in the sleet. Your throat hurt and your airways were clogged with mucus. “Tolya,” you croaked.

“I’m right here,” he replied. You realized his hands were on your face. You could see his worried face peering down at you. When did that happen? “Your temperature is way too high. I’m trying to bring it down.”

“I can't breathe good,” you wheezed. 

“I know,” Tolya soothed. “It’s because your nose and throat are full of mucus.

You fought to sit up and tried to speak, but a bout of coughing hit you and launched you into Tolya’s arms. “I got you, I got you. I’m here.”

“Here, blow your nose.” He picked up a box of tissues from the bedside table and handed you a tissue. Next to the tissue box was a bowl with nothing in it and a small bottle of something.

You did as you were told, and emptied your nose of as much snot as you could. It was gross, but Tolya didn’t complain. When you were done, he collected all the tissues, threw them away, and presented you with the bowl. “I need you to cough up as much as you can. It won't be fun, but I’ll help you.”

He braced you with one large hand on your sternum and the other on your back. You followed his instructions, coughing as much as you could. You could feel your lungs constricting to force the phlegm out of you. You knew Tolya was doing it with his magic. It was agonizing.

A more learned healer could have it painless, but Tolya’s education had been more focused on combat and emergency situations. He knew how to save a life, and comfort was trivial next to that.

When the bowl was full of your mucus and tears were streaming down your face, he lowered you back down on your pillows to rest. You couldn’t stop coughing at first, but Tolya made your lungs expand until you could breathe normally on your own.

“There you are. You’re okay,” he said softly. He stroked your tangled hair, and his touch soothed you greatly. “You’re alright.”

He picked up the bottle. “This will help the congestion. It needs to go on your chest. Is that okay?”

You’d seen each other naked hundreds of times, but Tolya was nothing if not a respectful gentleman. You smiled. “Of course.”

“It’s cold!” You exclaimed when he started rubbing it on you.

“No it’s not,” he replied calmly. “You’re just sick. Now try to get some rest.” Eager to follow his instructions, you fell asleep.

When you woke up, Tolya was there, stroking your face gently. “Hello, my love. I made you soup.”

“I’m not hungry,” you rasped. Your throat was sore from all the coughing, and you knew there was still a lot of coughing ahead of you.

“You need to eat,” your boyfriend said. “And take medicine.” He held a spoonful of some kind of syrup to your lips, and you reluctantly let him give it to you. It tasted horrid. “Now you need to eat some soup.”

“Too tired,” you protested.

“It’s okay. I’ll feed you.”

Your mouth opened in a yawn, and Tolya took the opportunity to shove soup into it. It was full of noodles and vegetables. “You won’t get better if you don’t eat. And Nikolai gave me time off, so I’ll be here until you’re better, making sure you eat.” He said that last part sternly, making it clear that there would be no arguing with him.

You groaned. He fed you the whole bowl, one spoonful at a time. Finally, he set it down. Feeling a little stronger, you started pulling yourself up and pulling the covers off of you. “I need the bathroom.”

“Do you need me to help you?” Tolya asked sincerely.

“No, no, I'm good.”

“Alright.”

As soon as you had finished, Tolya tucked you back into bed. You didn’t mind anymore, though. You were exhausted and freezing just from getting up for a moment. “Sleep well, my love.”

The next morning, he was there again with an omelet. “You slept a long time,” he said, smiling. “That’s good. Now you need to eat.”

This time, you were strong enough to feed yourself, and then to bathe. You were tired again afterwards, though. “Do you think I’ll be well again soon?” You asked tiredly.

“Probably in a day or two. You caught a nasty cold."

“That much is obvious.” You replied flatly. Tolya chuckled in response and caressed your cheek tenderly.

At that moment, you remembered that your hair hadn’t been combed in days. You grabbed a lock of the rat's nest it had  become and held it in front of your face. “Ugh, my hair is a mess.”

“Let me help,” Tolya suggested. He crossed the room and retrieved a hairbrush from on top of the dresser, then returned to you.

“I suppose I wouldn't mind that.” You sat up, and he pulled you into his lap. Beginning at the bottom, he started detangling your hair. He was very gentle, more gentle than you would have been with yourself.

“There. All done.” He set the brush down, and you leaned back against him.

“Thank you. Can you read to me?” You asked as you settled back down.

“Of course, my love,” he said warmly. “What should we read?”

You shrugged. “You decide.”

“Alright.” He picked out a book of poems and sat down beside you. You snuggled into his chest and he put his arm around you. 

When you woke up, Tolya wasn’t there. It was the first time he hadn’t been there when you’d awoken. You felt a lot better, though, so you got up. You could hear him moving around in the kitchen and you followed the sounds to their source. 

Tolya was making pancakes. He didn’t notice you until you sneezed. Then he turned to you with a smile on his face. “Good morning, my love.”

“Good morning, darling,” you replied. You took a seat in one of the barstools at the counter. “The pancakes smell good.”

“Thank you, Y/N. You look like you’re feeling better.”

“Well, I did have a first rate nurse taking care of me.” You rested your chin on your fist.

Tolya turned off the stove and came to sit by you. He smiled and pulled you in for a hug. “Thank you. I think you’re still a little sick, though.”

“Eh, I’m basically healed,” you said. Tolya felt your forehead. “You still have a fever,” he smiled. “Which means I get to keep taking care of you.”

You groaned, half pretending to care that you’d spend the rest of the day being pampered by your amazing boyfriend. You couldn’t think of a better way to spend it.