Adventuretimefantic's drafts and oneshots

Total opposite (Rodrick)

Fandom: DOAWK (can't believe that's an actual fandom tbh)
Ship: Rodrick x trans masc! reader
Oneshot/unfinished story: first chapters of a potential story, made ages ago but figured I'd post.
Synopsis: The across the road neighbours were completely opposite to you. Trans child of a single father, compared to the nuclear family across the road, expect for the eldest child. He seemed to be the black sheep of the family, the only one who seemed to have anything in common with you.
Note: made the reader autistic as well because I know my audience is mostly ND AFAB/Trans queers lol.

CH1

The across the road neighbours have always been kinda weird, the dad was a bit awkward, the mum was a but overbearing and the youngest kids were a bit too rowdy for your linking. The eldest child? He just seemed like he wanted out. You knew he had a band, from the meetups and practices they'd have which you could hear from your room at the front of the house, and you knew he was one of those guys who wishes they were a bad boy, but didn't really have the nature for it.

The most he could pull was that party you watched go down that one weekend, and some pranks. But you doubted he'd be the kind to start fights or do drugs or some shit like that. He seemed like the most normal in the family really, just a bit emo.

The most you'd really interacted with those neighbours was at the neighbourhood events that occasionally happened. You knew OF them, but you didn't really KNOW them. The Heffleys were always the ones you watched from your window but never really interacted with. You seemed to different after all. They were a white picket fence, church on Sunday, middle class family. You and your dad, the only two who lived in your house were lower-middle class (you only had this house via inheritance from your grandparents) quiet and queer artists.

You didn't even go to school, you did it from home. Your dad figured it'd be better for you, to avoid the bullying you'd endured all though primary and middle school. And to be completely honest it was a blessing to do school from home, despite the reputation it had. It gave you the time to do what you liked, as long as you had your work done. You could accommodate to your needs, and you didn't get picked on.

Most of your days you spent doing whatever school work you had to do, running a few errands for your dad every so often, and working on whatever your latest art project was. By evenings you'd be out on the balcony painting or drawing, maybe even sculpting if you had the patience for it. Did it get lonely sometimes? Yeah. But you preferred that to the bullying.

It was another evening like usual for you, sitting out on the balcony with an easel and your paints, crafting up your latest work your dad would inevitably hang in the hall. Almost drinking paint water instead of tea, dropping paint on the floor, the usual. The silence of the end of the day as kids had come inside for dinner and parents had come home from work had fallen over the street. Until a door slammed.

You jumped, looking up for the noise and finding the across the road neighbours in some kind of argument. The eldest child and his mother. He was trying to storm off, his mum yelling something along the lines of "get back here!"

It wasn't any of your business, but it was hard not to pay attention. Something about 'I was the test dummy' and 'you play favourites'. Ah- sibling problems. Thank god you were an only child. Although you doubted your father would have played favourites. You heard the angry teen get in his van, start the engine and speed off. Followed by the front door being closed in frustration.

"Damn..." you muttered.

Again, not your business. But there was some tea there for sure.

"(Y/N)!"

That was your father, expecting it to be a dinners ready call, you covered your paint and went downstairs only to find dinner was indeed, not ready.

"I forgot tomatoes. Are you feeling ok enough to run an errand real quick?" He asked.