Pairing: aunt!Wanda x autistic!reader (+appearances of Uncle Pietro)
Summary: You help your aunt Wanda how your brain works when everyone else says you're just difficult and rude.
Word count: ≈1000
Warnings: fluff
Reading time: ≈8 mins
Req by: Tumblr (bunny) anon
Type: drabble
a/n - this feels awful i hate the write. very sorry 😞 also i added pietro for the vibes of pietro
"Y/N?" No answer.
Wanda glances up from the recipe book balanced against the kitchen counter. "Detka?" Still nothing.
That isn't unusual. Sometimes you get so focused on whatever you were doing that the rest of the world simply stops existing. Wanda wipes her hands on a dish towel and follows the silence through the apartment.
She find you sitting cross-legged on your bedroom floor. A puzzle is spread out around you in near-perfect organization. Edge pieces in one pile. Blue pieces in another. Green pieces sorted by shade. You stare at it intensely.
"Hey," Wanda says softly. You don't look up. Wanda crouches beside you. "You've been in here for three hours."
That gets your attention. Your head snaps up. "What?"
"Three hours."
You blink. "Oh."
A familiar feeling settles in Wanda's chest. "Did you eat lunch?" Silence. "Y/N?"
You frown. "I don't know."
Wanda already knows what that meant. No lunch. No water. Probably no bathroom break either. Not because you are trying to ignore those things. You genuinely hadn't noticed. Again.
"Okay," Wanda says gently. "Can you tell me how your body feels?"
You look down at the puzzle pieces scattered across the carpet. "...Normal?"
That answer was about as helpful as she expected. Wanda sit beside you properly this time, crossing her legs. "Any headache?"
You think about it. "A little."
"Thirsty?"
A pause. "...maybe."
"Hungry?"
Another pause. "I don't know."
Wanda smiles softly despite herself. That one usually meant yes. "You know, most people can answer those questions immediately."
You grimace. "I know."
There it was. The frustration. Not at her. At yourself.
Wanda reaches over and nudges your shoulder lightly. "Hey." You look up. "There's nothing wrong with needing to check."
You frown. "Check?"
"Close your eyes." You obey automatically. "Now," Wanda says "does your stomach feel empty?"
You sit quietly for several seconds. "...A little."
"Good. What about your throat?"
You swallow experimentally. "Oh."
"Dry?" You nod.
Wanda smiles. "See? You knew. It just takes a minute."
The tension in your shoulders eases slightly. Ever since you'd come to live with her, Wanda had started doing this. Not telling you what you felt. Helping you figure it out yourself.
Sometimes it worked. Sometimes it didn't. Sometimes you'd insist you were completely fine before nearly passing out because you'd forgotten lunch existed.
Once Pietro had found you crying because of a paper cut, only to discover you'd accidentally walked around on a sprained ankle for two days without mentioning it. Bodies were confusing. Feelings were worse. Wanda seemed to understand both.
"Come on," she saus, standing and offering a hand. "Food first."
You glance mournfully at the half-finished puzzle. "I'll lose my place."
"No, you won't."
"I might."
"You sorted every single piece by colour."
"...that's fair."
Wanda laughs quietly as you finally take her hand. Halfway to the kitchen you suddenly stop. "What?"
You shift awkwardly. "I think I need the bathroom."
Wanda blinks. "Now?"
"...Yeah."
"How long have you needed the bathroom?"
You consider the question seriously. "I have absolutely no idea."
Wanda pinches the bridge of her nose. From somewhere in the apartment Pietro yelled, "AGAIN?"
You immediately point toward the living room. "See? He gets it."
"I do not get it," Pietro call back. "I fear it."
You sit at the kitchen table picking at your dinner while Wanda cooks. Not because you dislike it. At least...you don't think you dislike it. Maybe. The problem was that you can't tell.
Wanda notices eventually. She always notices eventually. "Everything okay?"
You shrug. "I think so."
"Hm."
That was never a reassuring response. Across from you, Pietro snorts into his drink.
"What?"
"You always say that."
You frown. "Say what?"
"'I think so.'"
"Because I think so."
Pietro points his fork at you dramatically. "And then three hours later we discover you are hungry, tired, sick, overwhelmed, angry, or have somehow forgotten you possess legs."
"I know I have legs."
"Do you?" You stare at him. Pietro stares back.
"...Fair."
"Thank you."
Wanda hides a smile behind her glass. You poke at your food again.
The feeling was back. The weird one. The one sitting in your chest. Not painful. Not pleasant. Just...there. You hate feelings like that. At least physical stuff had clues. Headaches hurt. Dry throats felt dry.
Feelings just showed up and expected you to figure them out. "Okay," Wanda says gently.
That gets your attention immediately. Because that was her voice. The one she used when she was helping. "Tell me about it."
You groan. "I don't know."
"That's okay."
"No, it isn't." The words came out sharper than you meant. Immediately guilt twisted in your stomach. Or maybe it wasn't guilt. See? Impossible.
Wanda sits beside you. "What happened today?"
You shrug. "Nothing."
"Nothing?"
You think. "...My teacher moved seats."
Wanda nods. "Okay."
"And Sophie sat with someone else at lunch." Another nod. "And gym was loud."
Wanda's expression softens. "Anything else?
You hesitate. "...The cafeteria changed the chicken nuggets."
Pietro blinks. "The nuggets?"
"They were different."
"Different how?"
You throw your hands into the air. "I DON'T KNOW, PIETRO. DIFFERENT."
Silence. Then Wanda seaks carefully. "Did you like the old ones?"
"...Yeah."
"And now they're gone?"
You pause. "...Yeah."
"And your friend sat somewhere else."
You nod. "And your seat got moved."
Another nod. "And gym was loud."
You nod again. The feeling in your chest suddenly seemed a little less mysterious. "Oh."
Wanda smiles softly. "Oh?"
You stare down at the table. "I think..." The words come slowly. Like fitting puzzle pieces together. "I think maybe today was bad."
Wanda reaches over and squeezes your hand. "Yeah, detka."
For some reason your eyes sting. Not because today was terrible. Not because you were in trouble. Just because somebody had finally helped the feeling make sense.And somehow that made it easier to carry.
for which link would throw ur birth control in the garbage
time
twi
wild
four (specifically from blues influence, hes the emotion color and his constant emotion towards his s/o is breed)
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oh hi bunny!!!! you’re so right
cw: just talk about breeding
the thought of breeding you turns them on so much
time can’t even begin to understand why you even take those silly pills every day. as soon as he made you his spouse, he spent the night railing you til he was milked dry. the thought of having a tiny little hylian that looks like you running around pleases his very soul. and it only makes him worse
wild doesn’t want you out and about on adventures because what if you get hurt! or catch someone’s eye! he can’t have that, so he tries his best to stick you at home with a baby. he also wants to try at a somewhat normal life with you.
twilight and four are the very possessive type in my eyes. they act mostly normal outwardly, but deep down they want to mark you so much no one else would even look in your direction. when they finally get a hold of your birth control, they’re ecstatic. they don’t get tired quickly at all, so you’re screaming for hours with the way they pound you.
i also feel like twilight has something similar to a rut! so you might wanna get some backup birth control because once he gets rid of it, those animalistic urges are triggered almost immediately. 2+ hour sessions daily. good luck 👍🏼
im soo tired and my school year just started 😭😭 which made me think of an idea for a bot lol. a teen user that goes to highschool and is just tired of classes and being an avenger maybe?
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Here's this and the concert bot! enjoy lovely, sorry it's taken me so long 🎀
got a request for a bandmember!user bot :3 maybe the user is at a concert and recognizes from afar one (or more) of the avengers or maybe something along the lines of the user being a band member or a musican? 😭
