#marvel x adhd!reader

[blushstories]

Hey, I was wondering if your requests are still open. If they are can I request a Loki x gn reader with sever adhd. There are so little of reader inserts that have adhd and I was wondering if you could do that. I hope that made sense.

Examples can include staring off into space, fidgeting, pacing, childish behavior, inability to think clearly ext.

Thank you! -Greenie 💚

hey greenie my love!! thank you for trusting me with this request! i hope you like it <3

Frustration bubbles under your skin as you drag your eyes back to the beginning of the page, having not been able to understand a word of it. But you're desperate to find relief in a fictional world that isn't threatened by alien invaders at least once a year, so you try again. Maybe it will work this time. Deep breath. Your leg bounces.

Old Marley was as dead as a door-nail.

Mind! I don’t mean to say that I know ... what there is particularly dead about a door-nail. I might have been ... to regard a coffin-nail ... in the trade. But the wisdom of our ancestors is in the simile; and ... disturb it, or the Country’s done for. You will therefore permit me to repeat, emphatically, that Marley was as dead as a door-nail.

Half of the words are immediately swept away by the winds of your wondering mind into an unreachable void, where time stands still while it steals your focus. And by extension, your comprehension of the words in front of you.

With a heavy exhale, you slip the bookmark between the pages, chuck it to the side, and sink into the cushions of the sofa with an arm over your eyes.

"What's the matter, my love?" A familiar voice greets your ears, but you take a moment to regulate your irritation at yourself before responding. "I can't read, Loki!" You say, followed by an indecipherable upset sound that makes Loki frown. "Nonsense. I've seen you do it," he says. You sit up. He's standing with his hands behind his back and a slight tilt to his head. "No, no. I can read the words -- barely -- but I can't follow the story. Ever," you sigh, rubbing your left eye.

"Sometimes," he begins, making his way over to you and sitting on the cushions next to you. "It might help to have a change of location..." His words remind you of the other 'location' that is your messy bedroom, that you must get around to tidying soon. "...Thor was livid, I was vexed, mother was..." Steve seemed a little ruffled this morning, didn't he? You wonder whether it was a mission or whether Tony's wriggled underneath his skin again. What would happen if you were to ask him?

"Y/N?" You recognise the carpet underneath your feet again, sucked back into the present and out of your head. Caught. "Oh, Loki. I'm sorry, I think I heard maybe five percent of that," you say quickly. "I can't help it, I'm not ignoring you on purpose, I promise. I just--" "I know. I suppose reading it to you aloud would just complicate things further?" You nodded. "Not to worry, darling. It wasn't an important story anyway." He leans over to kiss your temple tenderly, as if he can feel the irk radiating off of you. His touch is cool, calming as usual, and it lingers on your jaw, under your ear.

"You understand yourself tremendously well, did you know? Even though it may be cause for frustration sometimes, you are never disheartened for long. I admire you as much as I adore you," he mutters, lips ghosting over your skin. He pecks once to your jawline and retreats, the moment before you're certain you may spontaneously combust. His hand swishes through the air in a motion that you don't quite catch, and in it appears a clear bubble-like ball, filled with smaller, multi-coloured spheres.

"I have it on good authority that this may help, you to concentrate," he offers it to you. It's soft, certainly squishy, and captures your attention with the versatile texture. You smile, and lean to kiss his cheek yourself. "Thanks for being patient with me. I know it can't be easy sometimes," you say, shuffling to wriggle underneath his arm and nestle into his side. He accepts you without another word, pinching the flesh of your arm lovingly and giving it a little shake before patting the area.

You watch the ball as you squish the little bubbles around, "Could you tell me that story again? You were vexed why?" Loki chuckles, chest vibrating under your shoulder.

"Well, you see: I was in the library, Thor was in the gardens. He saw me through the window..."

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[starrykites]

every spiderman is trans and has adhd and autism. source? me!

#spiderman #peter parker #peter parker x reader #autistic #autistic spiderman #trans spiderman #transgender #trans peter parker #autistic peter parker #adhd #adhd peter parker #marvel

[upat4amwiththemoon]

hi can you do a wanda! x reader who has adhd and constantly forgets to take their meds and to eat so wanda reminds them all the time i love ur fics by the way!

Real life reminder

Summary: Get yourself someone who works better than an alarm clock.

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x female!reader

Warnings: my knowledge of adhd is limited, cursing

Word count: 535

a/n: people with bad memory rise up

Tags: @thought-of-you-and-me @rafecameronswhore @sayah13 @wandsmxmff @emsmultiverse @natashamaximoff69

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Running down the stairs of their house, Y/N picks up her work bag from the ground near the door and puts on her shoes quickly. She turns to the door, ready to leave, as she’s about to be late, but she stops in her tracks when she notices a paper taped to the door, right on her eye level.

Remember meds and breakfast!!

Love you, Wanda

“Shit.” She jogs to the kitchen, quickly downs one of the pills she has to take and grabs a sandwich that’s already packed from the fridge before going out the door.

This isn’t an unusual occurrence in the Maximoff-Y/L/N household. Most of the morning Wanda is still home in the mornings, so she makes Y/N breakfast and waits for her in the kitchen with it and her medication ready to go. But, the few times Wanda is going to work earlier than Y/N, she makes her something to eat the evening before. She knows if she doesn’t do this, Y/N wouldn’t most likely eat any breakfast, besides, she likes taking care of her girlfriend.

However, this isn’t only a morning problem.

The door opens, shifting Y/N’s focus to the hallway rather than the television in front of her. There’s already a smile on her face.

“Hi!” Wanda walks into the living room, sitting right next to Y/N to give her a kiss.

“Hey, you.” Y/N giggles, pulling her into another kiss. “How were the others?”

“Fine,” Wanda glances at the table, there’s a book and some papers on it, “have you eaten dinner yet? Or taken your meds?” She knows the answer the second she turns to look at Y/N. Her face is scrunched up. “Go take your meds.”

“Yes, ma’am.” Standing up and going to the kitchen, Y/N grabs a pill and swallows it with water.

Wanda follows her there, taking two plates from the cabinet. She takes a pot from the kitchen. “You know I made this food so you’d eat it after work. I get off so many hours after you.” She starts putting food to the plates. “And I know you aren’t remembering to eat at work.”

“I know, I’m sorry.” Pouting, Y/N tilts her head while she looks at Wanda, who shakes her head with a laugh. “I forgot.”

“I texted you.”

“My phone is in my bag.”

Rolling her eyes, Wanda sets the now empty pot in the sink, leaving it there for washing. “I meed to sew reminders into your clothes.” She mumbles.

“I know,” Y/N leans against the kitchen counter, “thank you for putting up with me.”

“I take care of you, because I love you. Just like you take care of me, because you love me. I’m not just putting up with you.” Wanda’s hands go up to Y/N’s cheeks, caressing them softly with her thumbs. “You just forget things sometimes.”

“I just forget things sometimes.” She whispers back.

Smiling, Wanda takes her plate and gives Y/N her own. “Let’s eat and watch a movie now. I’ll put up some alarms on your phone later.”

Y/N hums, her attention already on the movie options.

#marvel #mcu #mcu imagine #marvel imagine #mcu fanfiction #fluff #wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x you #wanda maximoff imagine #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff x female reader #wanda maximoff fanfiction #wanda maximoff x female!reader #wanda maximoff xfem!reader #wanda maximoff fanfic #wanda maximoff fic #wanda maximoff x y/n #wanda maximoff x fem!reader #wanda maximoff x adhd!reader #adhd!reader

[comfortmarvelimagines]

Headcanons request for Tony Stark’s daughter and tony being overprotective when someone says something mean in public when you stim. Thank you

(Except I liked this so much it became a full fic. Can be read standalone or as WYCFTQ)

You truly never understood the value neurotypicals placed on spontaneity. Its opposite, routine was everything that kept you grounded; safe, predictable, generally within your scope of capacity. Your worst days were the ones that were shoved off kilter by a change in plans, a cancellation, a meltdown that threw your timetable for a loop. You went to school, went to the tower, went home. That was your world. Small, but anything bigger felt unmanageable. Even that was barely manageable. So when Tony announced a surprise for you and Peter on an afternoon where school let off early, you felt unbalanced.

“Mr Stark, pleaaaaaseeeee tell us I literally can’t wait. I might die,” Peter, ever-impatient and fuelled by ADHD after his meds had worn off for the day, was literally vibrating with suspense. As opposed to your drained stillness, feeling like the floor had collapsed under you.

“You’ll like it, that’s all I’m giving you. Patience is a virtue, young one,” Tony raised an eyebrow at Peter, feigning a lecture. “And you’ll be fine,” he turned to you. “We’ve practiced using your strategies. We’ll bring stim toys, your headphones, and I’ve asked where we’re going to turn the lights down and music off to make it accessible. And they listened, because I’m me. We can leave as soon as you need, and you’ve got your communication device to tell us if you’re non-verbal. You’ve got this. It’ll be good for you, and for this hyped one over here,“ he ruffled Peter’s hair. “Capische? Good. Let’s go.”

Tony drove, but kept the music fairly low key. Peter was bouncing in the front seat, animatedly keeping a running list of all the possibilities that got increasingly far-fetched as Tony refused even the slightest hint. You had to admit, even through the snowdrift of anxiety that felt like it was building by the second, it was pretty funny. Amusing, even. Eventually, the Audi pulled into the parking lot of a mall and as he swung it in to park in the electric vehicle charging station, Tony pulled a baseball cap on low over his eyes.

“Alright, you ready?”

Peter was already halfway out of the car before the engine had been cut off. Tony turned to you. “Well, clearly someone is”, he gestured to Peter. “You doin’ okay?” At your nod, he continued in a near-whisper. “We’re going to a toy store. There’s Lego and sensory stuff for days, and I promise you’ll like it. But if it’s too much, I’m right here, and you’ve got your device to communicate. You say the word and we leave, no hesitation, okay?” At the mention of where you were going, you started happy flapping and bounced in your seat. Sensory stuff AND lego? Fuck yeah!!!! Some of the anxiety snowdrift melted back down and you got out to join Peter, who still had no idea where you were going and looked like the fact was making him positively implode. It was funny just how different you were, yet how you were both going to love this place.

At some point between the car and the store, you grabbed Tony’s hand. It was grounding, which you needed when the sensory overload of the general mall walkthrough got disorienting. You stopped, fluorescent lights searing into your brain and the beginning of the meltdown urge to run crept up your spine. Peter, miles ahead and oblivious to just about everything except the mystery destination, kept going, but Tony pulled your noise canceling headphones out of his jacket pocket. “You left these in the car,” he said by way of explanation, “And we’re nearly there. You’ve got this.” Resolve strengthened, you pulled the headphones over your ears, pressing the button on the side, hoodie pulled up, determined. If nothing else, you were going to get there for Peter’s sake- he might explode from excitement if it wasn’t soon.

In line with Tony’s promise, the toy store was bliss. The lights were dimmed and corporate music absent (thank Thor, and whatever other gods are out there), and the Lego. Oh my god, the LEGO. Rows of Star Wars and flowers and little city buildings and a huge tub of loose pieces, next to a free play table in the centre of the display. Sticking your hands deep into the cool plastic pieces felt positively heavenly, and in forgetting anyone else was around you were stimming freely in unfiltered joy. Vocal stimming, too.

“Surely you’re too old to be making those sorts of noises. I mean, I’d expect them from my 2 year old grandchild, not at your big age.”

The admonishment came from a woman, somewhere between middle- and old-age, making her way over to you from the baby doll section. You froze. She meant you? You were so happy you hadn’t been masking, not forcing the happy stimmy noises down the way you typically did when in the presence of others.

“Yes, you, don’t look at me all stunned. What are you doing in here anyway? You look too old to be playing, with Lego or with anything else.”

Fear felt like it was shutting down your access to comprehensible thought. Like moving through jelly, you pulled the lanyard around your neck forward to show the woman the pin. It was a green sunflower lanyard, the hidden disabilities awareness kind, and the button read “Please do not touch me. I’m Autistic.” You felt a distressed sound come from the back of you throat, whining, that you just couldn’t push down. Tony Tony whERE IS TONY?

“Hey y/n, have you seen-“

“Oh, so you’re special. That’s nice of your… people… to bring you out like this. You know, into the community.”

“What the fuck did you just say to my kid.”

The baseball cap was off. Tony had come from the back of the store, from the sensory section with Peter, and stepped straight into the middle of the degrading, one-sided conversation you were now trying to practice your breathing exercises through. You’d practiced them a million times, with Tony, Peter, Nat, Bucky, everyone said to practice because when the time came you needed them to work but right now you weren’t sure they were enough because you felt like you were drowning. Special. You weren’t fucking special, not in the way she meant it, you were just Autistic and Autistic is fine, Autistic isn’t bad, you had as much right to be here as anyone else but that word was making your ears ring, and you felt like your head was underwater and you couldn’t breathe and your hands were flapping but not in the good way in the too much bad energy need to get it out way. You needed weight, pressure, grounding, to be crushed, and, no longer paying attention to the conversation between Tony and the stranger, you pulled your AAC forward from its crossbody strap.

“Squeeze. Tony.”

“Okay, kid, yes, squeeze. I hear you.” You basically body slammed him as he crouched down to your level, and you hummed in relief as the hug was all the input your nervous system was craving. He turned to speak over the top of you.

“I need you to leave. Now. You had no right to say what you did. This is a public place, and my kid deserves access in the way that works for them. That includes stimming, and playing, in the way that brings them joy. I hope you learn from this.”

You assumed she left, because he didn’t say anything else. You stayed, tightly held, until you pulled back from the hug cautiously.

“Do you want to leave?” You shook your head. No. As awful as that whole interaction had been, getting here was a task and you didn’t feel you had made it worth it yet. “Want to see the sensory toys?” Yes yes yes a million times yes. Nodding wasn’t enough; with trepidation, a little of the flappy happy hands broke through. Not fully, though. The word ‘special’ still echoed in the back of your mind, unwanted and uncomfortably present.

The sensory toy section was pure magic. There were bubble tubes, tactile fidgets, bouncy seats, spinners, lights, glitter bottles, projectors, a reversible sequin dinosaur, acupressure rings, a cocoon swing hanging from a frame… It was like a goldmine of sensory wonder. As you joined Peter in discovery, little by little the mask you put up melted away and you were spinning, joyfully bouncing on the balls of your feet, happy vocal stims free and unjudged. And if Tony was putting aside one of everything you showed interest in to purchase and bring home with you, well, of course he was. If he couldn’t make the ableist public go away, the least he could do was provide you with the safest, most inclusive and loving home possible.

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@peggycarter-steverogers

#Autistic!reader #autistic reader #tony stark x daughter!reader #mcu #tony stark #marvel #peter parker #iron man #spiderman #actually autistic #actuallyautistic #marvel imagines #avengers #irondad #stimming #tony stark one shot #adhd peter parker #autistic peter Parker #how many times can i tag autism in one post #bc fuck yeah AUTISM WRITING #autistic hurt comfort #ableism #AAC #nonverbal!reader #nonverbal #wycftq #when you can’t find the quiet #standalone #standalone fic

[rachaelswrites]

Blooper Reel

Avengers Cast x ADHD!teen!reader

Word Count: 459

Requested By: Anonymous

hello, i have a request here! avengers cast x adhd!reader.  where there’s bloopers compilations of them and some scenes of y/n softly punching them to pass time and to stim while the avengers are literally just talking to one another 😭😭 just the avengers being really sweet and caring :) 

A/N: I’m glad to be back to writing! Hope you enjoy

Tonight was the screening of the most recent Marvel film. You and the whole cast got together to watch it at the theater with an audience of about 100 people. You were excited that this many people were finally able to see all the hard work you and the cast did in the last 9 months. The audience didn’t know yet but not only were they getting to watch the movie before anyone else, they were also getting to see an exclusive blooper reel. Even the cast didn’t know what made it in but you had some ideas. You just hoped it wasn’t too embarrassing. You had a habit of doing some goofy things when you didn’t know a camera was on you.

~~~~~

The movie was over so as the credits rolled on the screen, the announcer grabbed the mic and spoke, “We will be having a small reception in the lobby following this but before that, we would like for you all to stay and join us in watching an exclusive blooper reel.”

The audience started cheering and clapping as the credits finished and the bloopers started showing up.

There were quite a few of Chris Evans making faces at the camera, Scarlet messing up her lines and more. The ones that really caught your attention were the ones of you (of course). Most of the ones you were in you either forgot your lines or, you were just standing there, lightly punching someone in the arm. You knew you occasionally would do that but watching the reel made you realize how much you actually did it. 

While watching, you realized that it never phased anyone, not even Robert, who you didn’t know super well. You were confused so you leaned in your chair over to Evans and asked him.

“Did you guys just ignore me when I did that?” you whispered.

Chris shrugged, “Well, we figured you were just stimming so we didn’t do much about it. It wasn’t hurting anyone so it was fine,” he explained. He could tell you were feeling embarrassed about it, “Don’t worry about it kid. It’s not a big deal.”

You put your face in your hands, not believing that it wasn’t a big deal, “Oh gosh it’s embarrassing.”

Robert was a few people from Chris but he was still eavesdropping on your conversation so he butt in and gave his opinion, “I actually found it quite entertaining Y/n. Don’t worry too much about it.”

You looked up at both men, “Really? You didn’t mind?”

Both of them nodded their heads.

“I’m sure if you ask anyone, they’ll agree with us,” Chris said, “We could ask them?”

You shook your head, “No I believe you. Thank you for reassuring me.”

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#x teen!reader #marvel cast #adhd!reader #marvel fanfiction #marvel #the avengers

[natashaslesbian]

The Ice Cream Is Too Hot

Summary: Natasha helps you to unmask and relax after a long day

Word Count: 823

Pairings: (Natasha Romanoff x Autistic!Reader)

Warnings/content: Neurodivergent behaviours and struggles

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Your eyes were still so tired, you just didn’t want to open them. You sunk further into your pillow and blindly reached for your phone. “No, no, no!” You groaned ‘8:47am’ you started work at 10am, there was no way you would be able to continue your morning routine as normal now. It was all mapped out in your head, and on your phone, perfectly timestamped with each step. It must seem silly to everyone else how important it was to you, but messing up your morning routine was everyone else’s experience of falling face first down 10 flights of stairs.

Little did you know, the catastrophic morning you had would only turn into one truly catastrophic day. Work was a sensory nightmare, the constant change between the air con and the steaming hot kitchen was too much, and your hair was pulling and scratching all over your scalp. You started to crash after 3pm, confusing orders on the tickets and asking customers if they wanted their ice cream in a ‘cub or a tone’ rather than a ‘tub or a cone’ by 4pm it was starting to get too much, your skin was crawling, it was like their was someone else inside you trying to break through your skin. Thankfully, there was only one more hour to endure before your girlfriend came to pick you up.

“Hey beautiful” Natasha said as she pecked your cheek “how was work” she asked “it was alright” you lied. Nat suggested you pick up some takeout as a treat for dinner after your long work week, the two of you settled on pizza. After the table was set, the pair of you sat down for a semi-romantic dinner lit with candles and served with a side of wine. You were finally starting to calm down, relaxing after a very draining day, but as you bit into your second slice of pepperoni the gooey sauce spilled out onto your cheek. It was the final straw.

“Eugh! Ew ew ew!” You couldn’t take it anymore, the tears you had held back all day started to fall as your hands began to stim “hey, hey, hey” the redhead said as she made her way around the table, napkin in hand “it’s alright, come here” she said as she wiped the sauce from your cheek “Tasha” you sobbed as you crashed into her arms “bad day?” Natasha asked “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I should’ve said something I-I just wanted it to go away” you continued to cry into your girlfriends arms for a while longer. She just held you, held you with the perfect amount of pressure and allowed you to fiddle with her rings as an alternative to your injurious stimming. She continued to whisper sweet nothings into your hairline until your sobs turned to a quiet muffle of sniffles.

When you pulled away, Natasha offered to clean up dinner and put away the pizza for later. She knew you wouldn’t be up for talking just yet so when she finished, she joined you on the couch and simply asked “do you want to cuddle or just sit?” She politely asked. You reached out your hand and she softly took a hold of it. You squeezed gently and began to fidget with her rings one again, the rings she bought especially for you “when I was waiting for you out front I saw there was a new ice cream, party rings?” You giggled slightly “every time I walk in there there’s a new flavour, last week it was blue marsh mellow, it was really good” at first you knew Natasha was getting you to chat and ramble to help you unmask but after a while you forgot, happily just being yourself “the weirdest one was popcorn flavour, it tasted a little odd. I don’t even know how they make it, come to think of it I don’t know how they make ice cream at all” you shot up to grab your laptop, needing to research this burning question “I probably should know considering I work in an ice cream parlour” Natasha let out a small chuckle.

An hour raced by, the two of you on the couch, Natasha just listening to whatever you wanted to talk about. You came upon distraction after distraction, you were surprised your laptop hadn’t crashed because of all the random tabs you had open “no way!” You exclaimed “what?” Natasha said as she scooted to closer to see your screen “you know when cats do that slow blink thing, apparently it’s them saying that they love you!” The widows smile was so smile “I mean I knew that when they show you their belly it means that they trust you and that when they….what?” You said as you finally realised Natasha staring at you “I love you” she said “I love you too” and you truly did, Natasha was the safest place on earth.

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Defiantly not an actual overwhelming day I actually experienced at actual work…

-Astara🩷

#marvel #natasha romanoff #marvel fic #nat x reader #autism #adhd struggles #autistic spectrum #nurodivergent #nurodiversity #black widow

[pics-and-fanfics]

So Annoying

Pairing: Loki x Gn!ADHD-Reader

Warnings: Reader has ADHD! Fluff, people being annoyed by Reader, Tony is a jerk in this one bc he doesn’t accept that ADHD is a real thing (like teachers i’ve had)- Bullying/emotional abuse, soft Loki

Summary: You, Reader, have ADHD. Your best friend Loki helps you deal with all the problems that result from this when he comes back from his week-long mission.

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You laughed, talking with Steve, lounging on the couch. Your phone lay forgotten on your lap, the book you had been reading still displayed on the screen.

“But Steve, there were more important things going on. Like a war!”

“Howard said there were going to be flying cars by now.” Steve says, the low volume of his voice contrasting with your excited one.

“But the point is-“

“Could you just shut up? I’m tired of hearing you yell all the time, Y/n.” Tony says, walking in. You shut your mouth, looking down at your lap.

“Sorry Tony.” you say quietly.

“There we go! That’s a much more acceptable volume.”

“I’m sorry.”

😔

You sit at the table, trying to listen to Tony. And yet, despite your efforts, your mind wanders. You start tapping your pen on the table, not even noticing what you’re doing.

“Y/N! For Christ’s sake! Either stop tapping that pen on the table or get out!”

You look up at Tony, putting the pen down and putting your hands on top of your lap. “Sorry.” you mutter, your face burning.

😔

“What are you doing? I said we needed to go half an hour ago! How are you still not ready?” You look up at Natasha, seeing she was all dressed up, ready to go.

“What? No, you said that only 5 minutes ago!” you say, checking the time. Oh shit.

“Hurry up! We need to go!”

“Shit I’m sorry! Just give me a minute, I'll be right out!” you say, grabbing your brush and running it through your hair before grabbing your shirt.

😔

“-and I know it’s a problem, but I really just want all the books in the series and I’ve already read the first two, I just need to read the third, but I figured that if I have all three books I’d be able to reread them anytime I want. Oh, that reminds me- I need to go to the library and give them some more books that I know I’m not going to read, but I need to clean out my bookshelves first.

“Oh, but that would take forever, and I know I’m going to stop in the middle of it and entirely forget to do it for weeks. I’m really sorry by the way, I know I talk too much. Okay, I’m going to shut up now.” You shut your mouth, wishing you could just shut up for once. Why did you have to talk so much?

“Thank god, I was wondering when it was going to end. Why do you always have to talk? Blah blah blah, 24/7. It’s so annoying.” Tony says, and you scowl.

“What is your problem with me? I’m getting sick of you berating me, Tony.” you say, turning around on the couch.

“You! You are the problem! You're always talking, your too loud, you always have to make everything about you-”

“Okay first of all-”

“-and what is it with you and ignoring the time? Things need to be done in a timely manner, Y/n. And those ‘overstimulation’ tantrums you throw are so fucking fake!”

“You don’t know what you’re talking about!” you yell, getting up from your seat and walking towards Tony.

“Oh! I don’t? Stop trying to use ‘I have ADHD’ as an excuse. It’s not real.” Tony says, mocking you.

“It is a real thing, dammit!”

“No it is not! Stop making excuses and start trying to act like a mature adult!” Tony yells, getting in your face.

You blink back tears, sniffling.

“Oh here we go again! Stop acting like a baby, you’re not two, it’s not cute, it doesn’t make me feel anything except disappointment for you.”

You wipe your face, turning around and walking to your small apartment in the building, trying to stop yourself from crying. You slam the door shut when you get to your share of the building, and rush to your room, tears falling down your face as you wrap yourself in blankets.

😔

“Darling! I’m back!” Loki says, putting away the last of the groceries. He knew you’d forget to get groceries pretty often, so he usually got you some whenever he went somewhere.

He’d just finished a mission, and tried to call you, but you hadn’t picked up. Three times. It was unlike you.

“Darling? Is everything alright?” Loki looks around, putting the plastic bags in your designated basket for store bags.

Loki frowns, pulling his phone back out. He dials your number, and hears your ringtone coming from the bedroom. He follows the sound, softly knocking on your closed door.

“Darling? Are you in there?”

“Leave me alone.” Your usually happy voice was full of annoyance, making Loki worry even more.

“May I come in?”

“Leave me alone, Loki!” Again your voice was filled with venom, but he heard your voice crack.

You watch as the door slowly opens, light spilling into your room from the hallway. “I said-“

You get cut off when you feel the mattress dip next to you, and Loki’s eyes on you. You cover up your face, embarrassed. You should have gotten over it hours ago. And yet it stung, almost as if Tony had actually hit you.

“I’m fine, Loki.” you mutter, keeping the blankets over your head.

“Darling-”

“Leave me alone, my god!” you say, flopping back into the mattress.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong! Just leave me alone!” You could feel the tears gathering in your eyes, and you wipe them away, frustrated. “Why are you so insistent that something’s wrong? I’m fine!”

“Because you usually can’t wait to tell me about your week, and you're always so excited to see me that your words spill over themselves.”

“God, just leave it be. I’m fine.” Even you didn’t believe it, you heard the tears in your voice, which just made you even more frustrated.

Loki peels the blankets away from your face, the small sliver of light from the open door falling across your face. Your eyes were red and puffy like you had just been crying, probably for hours.

“Darling, please. Tell me what’s wrong.”

In response, you roll over, and Loki rubs your back. When he hears your quiet sniffles, he sighs, getting up. “Do you want some food?”

“Grilled cheese?” you ask, your voice soft. Vulnerable.

“Of course, dear. Come on, get up.”

😔

“Why does Tony have to be such a jerk?” you ask, and Loki puts your sandwich in front of you, a look of questioning on his face.

“What did he do?” Loki asks, trying to contain his anger. If he laid a finger on you-

No. He would let you figure it out on our own, you had told him that you needed to learn to defend yourself, that you didn’t want Loki fighting all your battles.

But still-

“Can I just show you?” Loki looks at you, searching your eyes.

“Of course.” He slowly takes your hands when you offer them, closing his eyes with you.

He watches the events of the last few days unfold through your eyes, feeling everything.

When you open your eyes, you see Loki, anger written on his face.

“I am going to show him just how much-”

“Loki!” He turns back to you and you sniff, rubbing your nose. “It’s fine. See? I’m fine!”

“Darling, you’re not fine. That’s abuse.” Loki says, sitting next to you, watching as you stopped chewing your food.

“I’m fine.” you bite out, annoyed with yourself. You were not going to cry again.

“Either you talk to him, or I will. Darling, this can’t carry on. I don’t want to see him bring you down anymore. That is enough.”

“I will. Just not right now. Can we just watch a movie?”

Loki looks at you, seeing how close you were to crying again, the tears gathering in your eyes as you stubbornly wiped them away over and over.

“Sure. What do you want to watch?”

😔

Well! This is somewhat based (probably like, 25%-30%) on some of my experiences with ADHD, which kinda sucks sometimes.

I hope you guys liked the story, and don't forget to let me know if you want to be tagged in the future! I hope you have a wonderful day!

Also, sorry I haven't been posting, I've just lost all motivation to do anything, I don't even want to watch Youtube. But I'm pushing through! I have exams this week too, so that's fun. 🫥 But yeah. Love you!

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[depressedsandwhich45]

Loki X ADHD Reader Headcannons

(I need to make this for my own sanity. And also this is just me imagining myself in the place of the reader...)

When you first meet you're not very open to him. You sit by yourself reading or watching something in the tower. Which is what draws him to you. Your quiet nature.

He spoils the hell out of you. No questions asked. He was the one who did research on ADHD and found out about the gift that was weighted blankets.

During panic attacks he can already tell you're being over-stimulated due to mind reading. He'll take you out of the room and help you take deep breathes until it passes. He will not touch you unless you want him to. He is respectful of personal space in general.

When you have hyper fixations he does his best to listen to you ramble about them. He's a good listener.

Since you tend to misplace things he's started coming to work with the thing you left on the counter.

When you're driving in the car he looks on the roof of it before you take off. You've left too many cups of coffee up there.

#adhd headcanon #loki god of mischief #Loki x reader headcannons #loki x adhd reader #loki fluff #marvel fanfiction

[imaginesga1ore]

Too Much

Summary: Some people have the misconception that ADHD means someone just has a “quirky” personality, except it is anything but. And sometimes, it gets messy. 

Pairing(s): Bucky Barnes x ADHD!Reader

Warnings: sensory overload, swearing, panic attack 

Do not copy, translate, or post any of my stories anywhere you write stories, whether that’s here, Wattpad, or Ao3.

Most days, you’ve got it under control. You take your meds the way the doctor prescribed them and you carry on with your day. Other days, it’s a bit more challenging. Time feels like it’s moving too slow but too fast all at once. Getting out of bed feels like wrestling with an alligator, the sun is just a bit too bright, the sound of the wind hitting the building is too loud and everything feels like it’s notched up to eleven. Life is more of a struggle to get through on these days and it’s the most dreadful experience that you can dwell on. But, you have to try to push through because after all, bad guys aren’t going to stop trying to take over the planet because you’re not having a good day. 

You woke up with a gut feeling that something was going to go wrong today but you couldn’t really place your finger on what it was. Shaking off the nagging feeling, you got out of bed, a bit sluggish, but nothing a cup of coffee couldn’t fix (hopefully). After getting dressed, you went downstairs to be met by a less-than enthusiastic team quietly munching on breakfast. You made yourself a cup of coffee before grabbing your meds and downing them both like your life depended on it. 

As the day progressed, you noticed how everything was becoming a bit overwhelming. For instance, you were training with Sam and every time your skin connected with his, you swear you could feel every fiber on him. When you were sitting in the common area working on a debriefing for Fury, Yelena walked in and sat just far enough away from you to not be a bother. But her presence alone ignited something in you. Getting up from the couch and grabbing the case, you left without even saying a word, heading towards the kitchen, where nobody was thankfully. 

That was until Bucky had walked into the kitchen. Big mistake, although it wasn’t really his fault. “Hey doll. How’re you doing?” An innocent question, just wondering how your day’s going. Unfortunately, your brain didn’t like the fact that he had talked and disturbed your peace and quiet, even though you had it when Yelena sat by you. 

An irritated sigh left your mouth. “I’m fine.” Short, sweet and simple. Hopefully he’ll leave you alone now. 

But today just wasn’t your day. “That’s good. Wanna do something later? We could go out to eat or we can just order in and put something on Netflix if you want.” The more he talked, the more you just wanted to disappear and never come back out. Your brain felt like it was on the verge of exploding as Bucky kept talking, suggesting ideas for a date night. 

“Sorry to interrupt, and not to be rude, but if you keep talking, I think I’m going to fling myself in front of a bus.” With your sudden remark, Bucky immediately halted his words, looking at you as if you had three heads. 

“Are you ok, doll?” Bucky asked, moving a bit closer to rest his hand on yours. The suddenness of his hand touching yours immediately made you recoil your hand away from his. That was your breaking point. 

Tears filled your eyes as you grabbed your files off the table and rushed out of the kitchen, making your way towards the staircase, deciding that the elevator would take too long to get you where you wanted to go. As fast as you managed to go, it didn’t feel fast enough. You just wanted to be in the safety and quiet of your own room, where nobody could bother you. 

Finally arriving at your room, you locked yourself inside, allowing yourself a moment of peace and quiet before the sobs took over. It felt like everything was collapsing in on you, a heavy weight settling on your chest that made it hard to breathe. There was a buzzing noise in your ears and you couldn’t figure out where it was coming from, your clothes were too tight, the fan pushing air around was too loud, and you just wanted everything to stop.

It felt like hours before you finally moved from in front of the door to your bed, letting the marshmallow-like square swallow you and your troubles. After a while, you felt like everything was slowly coming to a stop; the buzzing in the back of your head, the constant humming from the ceiling fan, and you felt like your clothes were breathable again. Everything was going back to normal. 

You didn’t know how much time passed, but you were pulled from your nap by a three-sequenced tapping at your door. “Baby, can I come in?” You sighed, knowing sooner or later you’d have to face Bucky. 

Getting up, you made your way to the door, unlocking and opening it for the supersoldier. A look of great concern crossed his features as Bucky took a good look at you after not seeing you for a few hours. Your hair was all tousled, the bags under your eyes even darker than before. Bucky could see the tear tracks that ran down your cheeks. “Are you OK?”

You nodded, trying to gather your thoughts in order to example why the fuck you were acting like an asshole earlier. Gently grabbing his hand, you led Bucky into your room, closing the door behind you with a click. “You know I have ADHD, right?” 

“That’s what your medicine is for,” he said in understanding. 

I nodded. “So, sometimes, the medicine doesn’t work as well as it normally does and it makes everything much more…amplified. Like, the dial’s been turned up to the max and then some.” It’s like something clicked in Bucky’s brain as he was piecing together all the things that happened.

“Wow. Your brain really doesn’t like you, does it?” You chuckled as you shook your head no, both of you making your way over to sit on the end of your bed. “Sometimes I get like that, you know? Cause of the serum and all, so I kinda know what it’s like. But, next time this happens, come right to me, ok doll? You don’t have to suffer alone because of it.”

“Thanks, Buck.” 

#Bucky Barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes imagine #marvel #imaginesmcu #mcu #bucky barnes x adhd!reader #adhd!reader

[spaceagerabbit]

i keep getting the urge to rub my cheek against marc, jake, or steven’s cheek and feel the stubble rub against my face

maybe it’s a neurodivergent thing, but i REALLY want that texture and affection right now, LIKE SO BADLY

#moon knight x reader #moon knight x y/n #marvel headcanon #marvel headcanons #marvel x reader #marvel moon knight #moon knight #steven grant x reader #marc spector x reader #steven grant #jake lockley x reader #marc spector #marvel #moon knight x you #jake lockley #neurodivergent #adhd

[committing-arson-suicidially]

Wade: Eddie, lay off Spidey for me, hm?

Eddie: Never laid in, Paranoia.

Wade: You too, Y/N

Y/N: the fuck did I do, Wade?

Wade: You ejaculated yourself into this life!

Eddie: Y/N, I apologize for his, chaoticness.

Peter P: Wade, I'm not fucking leaving you, dude. The only things keeping me alive and not with Gwen right now are you, the Spidey that has a weird crackly voice, and the older Spidey who I look up to.

#gender neutral reader #TASM x Venom x Deadpool x reader #marvel #incorrect mcu quotes #lgbt #gay #adhd

[yellowroseswrites]

Writing Requests / Rules

Hi ! I'm Kae, and I write comfort fics ! This is my comfort fic/vent account, my main account is @rosesareyellowtoo !

I write mostly things that include triggering content! Bc I for one always look for fics as a way of coping, so I wanted to be a safe place for any requests that others may be uncomfortable with. (which is totally valid don't go hating people just bc the won't write triggering things. it's literally triggering. ok thx)

Here are my like. rules and things.

Who I write for -

-HP- Ron Weasley Draco Malfoy Cedric Diggory Fred Weasley George Weasley Mattheo Riddle Theodore Nott Lorenzo Berkshire Blaise Zabini

-MARAUDERS- Basically everyone!

-ST- Steve Harrington Eddie Munson Jonathan Byers Robin Buckley [x fem/gn only] Nancy Wheeler

-MARVEL- Bucky Barnes Peter Parker Matt Murdock Loki Laufeyson

-CM- Spencer Reid Derek Morgan Aaron Hotchner

-OBX- JJ Maybank Rafe Cameron

-9-1-1- Evan Buckley

-Hunger Games-* Peeta Mellark Finnick Odair Haymitch Abernathy

I only write x reader fics !!

I write all genders, but I'm more comfy with x fem!

*for hunger games reqs, i will not write about the games themselves/anything inside an arena. I'm fine with trauma from previous games tho, or just general comfort that isn't related to the games!

What I'm willing to write-

. sh

. eating disordered things

. addiction problems

. intrusive thoughts

. su!c!dal thoughts

. ocd!reader

. adhd!reader

. depression and everything that goes with that

. anxiety

. s3x addiction/p0rv addiction

.ov3rs3xualizing issues

.rape/sa and the ptsd from it

. ptsd

.nightmares

. any fluff and hurt/comfort

. also im willing to do angst, im just better at hurt/comfort

What im NOT willing to write-

. Nothing really, If I get a request I'm not comfy with I'll be sure to update !

When you send an ask for a fic, please just make sure to be as specific as possible! any little detail you want specified, just write it. I promise, details in asks will never bother me.

Stay safe, drink water, love you all <3

#x reader #intrusive thoughts #steve harrington fic #adhd!reader #ocd!reader #self mutalition #self h@rm #x reader fic #eddie x reader #stranger things fic #marvel fic #lorenzo x reader #ron weasly imagine #ron weasly x reader #comfort fics #yellowroseswrites #comfort blurb #sh!reader #spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid comfort #derek morgan #dealer!remus #mauraders x reader #slytherin boys #hunger games boys #x peeta mellark #x finnick odair #x haymitch abernathy #ptsd comfort #nightmare comfort

[bunnyscraft]

The only thing keeping me going is hardcore smut and Ritalin. Bucky writers and my psychiatrist, y’all are doing the lords work 🙏

#bucky x reader smut #marvel fanfic writer #marvel x reader #sebastian stan #steve x bucky #doctor strange #multiverse of madness #the winter solider smut #adhd memes

[rachaelswrites]

First Premiere

Avengers Cast x ADHD!teen!reader

Word Count: 564

Requested By: Anonymous

another request here! again, avengers cast x adhd!reader. y/n first time of her being at the premiere, and the cast is keeping an eye on her, making sure she doesn’t get too distracted, being there on time, talking so sweet of her when they get to the q&n panel with the fans. avengers cast being really sweet, safely with her, caring etc :) 

A/N: Thank you for this second request! I’m having fun writing for adhd!teen!reader so feel free to request more

Tonight was your first premiere and your first Marvel movie. You were so excited you could bounce off of the walls, which is exactly why your team was handing you off to your co-stars to handle you for the night. You didn’t mind it, since you loved all of your cast mates and that made you even more excited.

After getting hair, makeup, and wardrobe done, you took a car to the hotel where Brie was staying. You two got along well and since she saw you as a little sister, she volunteered to take you under her wing for the night.

She met you in the lobby before the two of you were going to arrive at the premiere together.

“Are you excited?” she asked, already knowing the answer. She could practically feel you buzzing in the seat next to her.

“Of course I am! I have never had this much excitement in my life. I think if anything else happened, I might combust. I mean, I still might who knows,” you rambled.

Brie laughed a little before putting her hand on your shoulder, “Just take a deep breath and relax. And, if you do interviews, try to slow down a little bit.”

“But I’m so excited, Brie! I can’t contain it,” you explained.

She laughed at you and realized she wasn’t going to be able to stop you from being excited so she didn’t bother trying anymore, “Just stick with me and don’t wander off. If I lose you, your manager will kill me.”

~~~~~

Once you got to the venue of the premiere, you did the best you could in sticking close to Brie but there were a few times when you were needed for an interview but you were off talking to fans. As long as you were in eyesight of one of your cast mates you were fine.

When you were standing near the barriers separating the fans from the carpet, everyone was heading inside but you didn’t get the memo. Mark had to go off and find you and bring you back to the rest of the cast.

“Sorry I didn’t realize you guys were leaving,” you said as you and him tried to catch up to the rest of the group.

Mark shook his head, “It’s fine Y/n. We were all kind of prepared to watch over you.”

“You know what Sebastian and Anthony threatened to do to me last week?” you asked, changing the subject quickly on accident.

“What?” he asked.

“They threatened to put me on one of those stupid kiddie leash backpacks. Mackie even sent me a link to one asking if I liked it,” you explained, “I’m not that bad am I?”

“Well, you do have a tendency to wander,” Mark replied, earning a slap to the bicep from you.

“You’re supposed to say “no Y/n. They’re being ridiculous’ not agree with them,” you pouted.

“I’m kidding, I'm kidding,” he said, rubbing the spot where you just hit him, “Jeez you hit hard.”

“Oh yeah? You should see me run across this hallway right now. We should race to the theater,” you said, already taking off your shoes so you could run easier.

“No, let's not,” Mark said.

“Too late old man,” you yelled, taking off down the hallway.

Mark sighed, shook his head again and jogged to try and keep up with you.

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#x teen!reader #adhd!reader #marvel fanfiction #marvel #marvel cast #the avengers

[badger-with-a-boa]

I have not written a pairing fanfiction since elementary school (now nearly a junior in high school)

Yet I just really want to write something with Shela & Martha... Like those two need some more love, ya know? 🤭

#marvel #x men #new mutants #shela sexton #escapade #blaster dame #martha johansson #cerebella #no girl #otp #ship #fanfiction #lesbian #the shitty part of this tho is my adhd #executive dysfunction #that bs #ugh but i want to #(need to) #plus i despise writing in third person #all into second person (x reader writer here) #U G H

[thescarletwitchsapprentice]

Lady Luck (Wanda Maximoff x autistic!ADHD!fem!reader)

*Not my GIF

Summary: You haven’t been having the best luck as of....well....ever. Life didn’t draw you the best deck of cards. In fact, as of recent, you seem to be having more bad cards drawn than good. But maybe, just maybe, bad luck can lead to better-than-good luck.

Warnings: Use of and mention of the r-word, somewhat suicidal ideation, a lot of injuries and damage, (physical and emotional) internalized ableism, a little blood, panic attack mention, sensory overload mention, hurt/comfort, some fluff, mentions of a cheating boyfriend, asshole coworkers, asshole boss, a liberal application of Murphy’s Law.

Author’s Note: I know so many of you are here for Yandere Wanda Maximoff, but I’m also up to doing non-yan Wanda. And I don’t think I’ve written something for Nat in a while. I’d also love to add Yelena to my list of characters. Basically I kinda wanna expand my horizons as well, but I still love Yandere/Dark Wanda Maximoff, because trauma.

But this has been unfinished in my drafts for a while now, so I thought I’d finish it up and post it. :)

BEEP BEEP BEEP!

Your eyes shoot open as your late alarm goes off. You’d only planned to sleep for ten more minutes, but now it’s been forty; you went to bed at 5 am last night and your work starts at 9 am. You stumble out of bed and to the closet where you throw on something, you aren’t quite sure what, though. 

Breakfast isn’t feasible, even on the go. You have a lot to catch up on at the office. You were assigned to get a report done on The Avengers, which was the reason you stayed up so late. Unfortunately, that didn’t necessarily mean you’d get to meet them. In fact like usual, you weren’t even supposed to be the one going out on the scene, but the one writing out and editing the article like usual. Still stuck in the office like usual. If only you could meet them face to face, especially Black Widow and extra especially....Scarlet Witch....

You don’t exactly have the best poker face in the office, so everyone knows of your little crush on the Sokovian beauty; you’ve seen her the few times you’ve managed to get a look when the fights raged past your office window. Her movements are tense, but graceful. Her attacks are beautiful, but deadly. Her hair practically twirling like a graceful ballerina in the breeze. She also has this enigmatic aura about her, and as a reporter, you’re drawn to finding the answers shrouded within mystery. Even just the mere thought of her sends you into a blushing frenzy.

It rains the moment you step outside, snapping you out of your daze for Scarlet Witch, but you don’t have time to get an umbrella. You just have to make a dash for it. 

You nearly get plowed down by taxis. These spikes of adrenaline nearly give you panic attacks.

You trip into the road and twist your ankle. The pain surges through you as you get up and limp over while the taxi drivers honk in your ears and yell angrily.

When you get to the other side, you end up tripping again and twisting your other ankle. Your legs are full of scratches and bruises. 

You’re half an hour late to the office. The elevator isn’t working and your work is on the top floor. No coffee and doughnuts for you, you’re sopping wet, and your boss is in a bad mood as it is. You get lectured by your boss on everything; timeliness, appearance, work ethic, in fact it sounds like you’re close to getting fired.

You sit down at your desk and you find out that your laptop isn’t protected enough. The screen is completely wrecked, the mouse pad looks like a toddler had stomped on it, and the W and M keys are the only ones still intact with the keyboard.

You’re trying to get your work done by hand for now, but then a crowd forms in the doorway as Penny, the most popular Investigative Reporter in the office, appears with her newest photos and notes. You roll your eyes, dreading her approaching you. No, she’s not mean, (in fact she’s one of the sweetest people in the office) but you’re the writer and editor in charge of writing up her on-scene reports; because she’s so popular, she gets the most work and the best stories to report on. And that means MUCH MORE WORK for you.

“Hey, (Y/N)!” she smiles before noticing your tired expression. “Something wrong?”

“What isn’t wrong with her?” one of the other employees scoffs.

“Leave her alone!” Penny exclaims before turning back to you. “Poor girl, you’re really due for some good luck. Here, why don’t I sit down with you and we can discuss the details of this report? And perhaps you can tell me what’s been goin’ on as well.”

She pulls up a nearby chair.

“No, it’s fine,” you begin shyly. “I don’t wanna bother you--”

“Oh, don’t worry, dear. I promise it won’t be a bother,” she assures you as she sits down. “After all, we’re a team; we gotta look out for each other.”

You and Penny talk a bit more; the only reason your boss doesn’t stop her is because you two tend to exchange report details to get the most accurate story possible. Sometimes your conversations about the reports can go on for hours, so it’s not really a surprise you two end up talking for a while.

But unfortunately, Penny doesn’t seem to be your good luck charm, because in the hours you two talk over the reports and your lives, this happens:

-You’re sent photos of your boyfriend cheating on you by your sister.

-Then he breaks up with you over text.

-You get scalding hot coffee spilled on you, both accidentally and not, multiple times.

-You find out the hard way that the lunch you prepared the night before did not withstand the rush to the office, or the multiple times that you tripped.

-You also desperately need a new bag.

-Likewise, the reports about the Avengers that you stayed up until about 5 am writing and proofreading and editing didn’t survive any of it either.

-And all of those reports are on your now-broken laptop.

-And ONLY on that laptop.

-A coworker carelessly sticks his piece of gum in your hair.

-One of the wheels on your office chair snaps off and you fall hard on top of your wet and messy bag. You hit your head against your desk. 

-You also feel one of your wrists move in a way that it probably shouldn’t have.

-When you get up, you see some blood on your desk.

-There’s nothing that can be used as an ice pack. Or a bandage. So you just wash the area where you hit your head. 

-This only gets the gum more tangled in your hair.

Thank goodness for Penny, who tries to help with what she can.

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When 5 pm rolls around, everyone else gets to go home, but your boss makes you stay back. He lectures you about your conduct, as this isn’t the first time this has happened, and warns you that you’re close to being fired. And now, you’re forced to tidy up the office by yourself, despite your twisted ankles, tired state, grumbling stomach, severe wrist injury, and throbbing pain in your head.

What should’ve only taken 15 minutes ends up taking 3 hours. You go to check your phone, but find that it, too, is now decimated. Probably from the chair incident. After gathering your now-practically-powdered-remains of things, it takes you half an hour to walk back down to the lobby of the office. You step outside.

....The storm’s gotten worse.

Much. Worse.

And you without your umbrella....

Sighing, you slowly limp down the streets, thinking about all of this. Any typical person would’ve melted down and cried, but not you. You’ve grown accustomed to such a bad lot in life that you’re numb to it. At least that’s what you tell yourself. 

You’ve always been the “freak,” the “r-word,” the outcast, due to your disabilities. You didn’t know social cues, still don’t really understand them. Kids saw you as an easy target. Bullying just became an everyday thing for you. Your world slowly began to lose its color, its life, and you with it.

At least you don’t get overstimulated anymore. Or at least when you do, you’ve conditioned yourself to ignore it, even though it drains you.

All of a sudden, you feel yourself stumble from the mix of fatigue, emotional exhaustion, and hunger. Your vision becomes blurry.

“Hel......p....” you try to call out.

You barely see a flash of red as you pass out, hitting your head on the pavement.

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When you come to, you don’t feel sopping-wet clothes or a pouring storm. You don’t feel as much pain in your head or stomach or wrist or in your body in general as before, nor do you feel the cold and wet sidewalks or streets of NYC. You don’t hear taxi horns or thunder or cranky pedestrians. Instead you hear the crackling of a fireplace; random bits of conversations that you can’t quite make out; a faint jazz tune on a radio somewhere; a woman’s voice humming a soft, beautiful lullaby. You feel a warm, soft, fluffy robe; something cold on your head; your wrist being wrapped in some sort of gauze or whatever; a nice warm blanket; a gentle, warm hand petting your head.

“Is she awake?”

“I think she’s beginning to come to.”

“What happened to her?”

“I don’t know. I was just heading back from the surveillance mission and she just fainted right onto the sidewalk. Poor dear. She looks like she’s been through it.”

“Yeah....”

It’s such a pleasant change after what you’ve gone through. You start to feel.....something. It’s been ages....what is this feeling? Security? Safety? Warmth? 

Opening your eyes slowly, you find yourself looking up at a pretty woman with nearly-auburn hair and beautiful green eyes. Almost immediately she gives you a soft smile and you feel your heart flutter.

“Hey there, sleepyhead,” she says softly. “You took quite a fall back there.”

“What happened?” you hear the other voice ask.

You shrug.

“Just a bad day, I guess.”

“Well, clearly. I’m Natasha, by the way. You can call me Nat.”

“I’m Wanda,” the woman caring for you tells you.

You realize that they look familiar, but you can’t quite put your finger on why.

“Sorry we haven’t been quite able to get the gum out of your hair,” Wanda says. “Or salvage.....any of your things really....”

You shrug.

“It’s nothing. Most of my stuff got demolished anyway....”

You hear your voice quiver and squeak.

“It doesn’t sound like nothing,” Nat says.

“Oh....I’m (y/n), by the way,” you exclaim. “Sorry.”

“It’s alright,” Wanda assures you. “But Nat’s right. It doesn’t sound like nothing to me. Are you sure it’s just a bad day?”

You purse your lips and glance away. Wanda looks concerned and decides to read into your thoughts.

“Why should I bother to answer? Why would such angels care about an autistic retard like me? No one’s ever cared about me, except maybe Penny, but she’s probably doing it out of pity. My parents don’t understand me. My boyfriend cheated on me and broke up with me. And now I might be out of a job soon....Honestly....the world’s better off without me....”

She’s absolutely heartbroken.

“No, sweetie,” Wanda coos softly, stroking your face. “No. I promise the world would not be better off without you. Nat and I care about you a lot. You have a place in this world. Everyone does. And perhaps....your place could be here with us.”

This shocks you.

“Oh no, I couldn’t possibly. I mean, my job and Penny--”

“Penny?” Nat asks. “Is she that reporter who’s been at a lot of our battles? Dark pixie cut? Dresses like she’s from the 1940s?”

“Huh? Yeah. Why?”

“I was wondering why your name sounded familiar! Wanda and I have talked to her occasionally when she needed to get some extra details. She’s brought you up several times, especially how you’ve wanted to meet us, and.....how you’ve got a crush on Wanda.”

Hearing this, you finally make the connection as to who’s caring for you. Your eyes widen and your cheeks blare a deep scarlet. Seeing this Wanda giggles.

“You know, if you weren’t injured, I’d be squeezing you in a hug right about now. You’re adorable.”

Your cheeks are full-on scarlet now.

“Um....you know....my keyboard....the keys--”

“Still had the letters W and M on them?” Nat asks.

You nod.

“Maybe it’s a sign, Wands. Hm? I mean, you’ve talked about how you’ve really wanted to meet her, especially after Penny showed you her picture--”

“Nat!” Wanda giggles.

“Huh?” You’re confused.

The Sokovian beauty turns back to you.

“Nat’s been trying to get me to meet people....I don’t really leave the compound aside from missions and she thinks me having someone could be beneficial. And honestly.....I don’t think I’d be opposed to it if you’re my someone.”

“Knew it!” Nat calls out.

You find yourself stumbling on your words.

“So....(y/n),” Wanda begins. “Would you.....be my special someone?”

You try to come up with a witty response.

“O-only if you become my....Lady Luck,” you sputter out.

Hearing this she giggles and scrunches up her nose, making your heart flutter even more.

“Of course I will, you cutie pie,” she answers.

And then the unexpected happens.

She leans down and plants a soft kiss on your nose. On impulse, it twitches like a bunny’s and Wanda gasps endearingly.

“(Y/N), you are too precious!” 

This goes on for sometime until you’re able to sit up. You tell Wanda a bit about your lot in life, and for the first time in your life, you cry, but now you have someone to comfort you. After some crying and comfort, Wanda makes you some food and afterwards, she decides to introduce you to her favorite sitcom; The Dick Van Dyke Show. You don’t mind cuddling, now that you feel safe around her. By the end of the night, you two doze off on the couch, The Dick Van Dyke Show quietly playing on the TV. Wanda’s the first to nod off, which surprises you, considering how little sleep you had the night before. But soon you begin to get sleepy. As you do, you look over at your now-girlfriend and you think to yourself the last thing you ever thought you would.

“Damn....how did I get so lucky?”

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