#wheelchair!reader

[ice2468]

Capture the Flag (Will Solace x Wheelchair!Reader)

hi guys! probably gonna be a short blurb but ive had this idea for SO long and i just NEED to put it in writing.

summary: you, a demigod in a wheelchair, desperately want to participate in capture the flag, just once! but things go wrong, and you end back in the infirmary with your situationship/kind of boyfriend?, will solace.

word count: 678

"will, please, just once! i won't get hurt, how could i?" you plead with your friend and infirmary doctor, will solace. you had needed a wheelchair for as long as you could remember, so in camp, you were never allowed to participate in capture the flag. it was actually quite heartbreaking: the main event of the month and you couldn't join in? will frowned, "i don't think so, sunshine. your vitals aren't looking that good..." "i'll be on clarisse's team! what could possibly go wrong when i'm with clarisse?" you frowned, rolling a little closer to will and giving him your best puppy dog eyes.

he sighed and smiled, "alright, honey." will leaned down to kiss your head, and you hugged him, grinning. "thank you, thank you, thank you! you won't regret it!" he did in fact, regret it.

during capture the flag, one of the girls from the aphrodite cabin had simply pushed you into the water. you fell out of your wheelchair, attempting to get back to shore, but eventually passed out.

turns out, you were passed out for a long time. long enough to really worry will. when you woke up, he was sitting beside you, asleep on an uncomfortable plastic chair. "will?" you asked, rubbing your eyes. he woke up suddenly, frowning. "sunshine! you're okay, thank the gods." he smiled and moved forward. "how are you feeling? you had a fever. percy saw you in the water and brought you here."

you frowned, sitting up a little. will quickly pushed you back down, tutting. "no, not yet. just rest for me, baby." you laughed a little, "i think i've rested enough. did we win?"

"that's not what's important," will pursed his lips. "i regret letting you participate. you're hurt now." will had that upset golden retriever look on his face, and you were going to cry. you sat up again, despite his protests, and shook your head. "i wanted to. it was a good experience, despite how it ended." will got up slowly, sinking down onto the cot. he moved some hair out of your face, letting out a long sigh. "is there anything i can do for you, love? maybe get you some ambrosia?" you frowned. this would be a little awkward of a response. "how about you lay down with me?" will paused, a bit flustered, but got under the thin blanket with you, holding you close. the boy was literally a ray of sunshine, and his warm body comforted you.

you were woken up the next morning by will, trying to get up. "sweet pea? sorry, i just have to get to work." "mmph, five more minutes..." you responded, holding him closer. his face was red, but he snuggled a little longer with you. will was completely and utterly in love. your constant adorable drowsiness, the way you'd 'accidentally' roll your wheelchair over anyone you didn't like, your sweet smiles and soft eyes...he didn't know what to do.

everyone knew it. well, at least, everyone but you.

after about twenty minutes, will got up, careful not to wake you. he got you a plate of food and some ambrosia, and was sitting at his desk, doing paperwork.

you slept in a lot that day. once you finally woke up, will was looming above you, checking your temperature. "you're really pretty," he complimented, without even thinking. you blushed, "thanks." awkward silence filled the room. then will leaned down and kissed you. it was so soft, experimental, even. you wrapped your arms around his neck, closing your eyes.

he slowly pulled away, staring down at you as he held your face. "i'm sorry. i should've asked for your consent. i'd understand if you didn't like me that way-" he frowned. such a sad face, and for what? "no! will, i do like you! gods, come here," you kissed him again, pulling him onto the cot.

clarisse walked in, shocked when she saw the makeout session you and will were practically having. "oh my gods, they finally got together! travis, come see this!"

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[water13girl]

Elphaba x wheelchair!reader for @parapiaffe

I’m really sorry this is so short, but I didn’t know what else to add to it. I hope you enjoy this!

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Today sucked. It really did. Nothing you did seemed to go right and all you wanted to was go to your room and cry.

It was in your room that Elphaba found you, lying on your bed and hiding your face in your pillow. “Hey, are you okay?”

“Today was horrible.” You weakly responded. She crawled into the bed with you, and cuddled with you. She whispers everything she loves about you until you fall asleep.

The next morning, as she’s helping you into your wheelchair, she tells you she has a surprise for you.

“They’re Nessarose’s old shoes. I don’t think they have any magic in them anymore, but they might make you feel better.” “Elphie I couldn’t possibly take these” you start to interject before she stops you. “I want you to have these.” “Thank you Elphaba.” You respond, kissing her on the cheek. Maybe today will be better.

[dreaming-of-who]

Can I have an imagine where the ninth doctor convinces the women that he's loved for a long time that she is the one he will always love and that her being in a wheelchair doesn't lessen that? Your righting is fabulous!! :) thank you! My name is Dana if you need it!

Thanks, Dana! :3 I wasn’t sure if you wanted a reader-insert or not, so I just wrote it like all of my other imagines. I hope it’s not too short… Enjoy! :D

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It had felt like ages since the Doctor took you on as his companion. He was saving the people in your apartment building from a fire caused by some sort of fireflies. No, really, they were fireflies; they were like normal fireflies, but when they lit up, it was fire, and a whole swarm of them had appeared near your building. The Doctor had thought some sort of irregular light was attracting them to the building, and it was the Christmas lights everyone had agreed to put up.

You awoke to a stinging in your throat, and was coughing up a storm. By the time you were situated in your wheelchair, it was too late; you wheeled over to your bedroom door and could the feel the heat ready to explode into your room. You backed away, and made your way towards the window. You were able to open it, the only problem was getting out; the window sill was much too high for you to try to crawl out without the help of your legs. There were probably only seconds left until that door was going to burst, and you heart started to race.

"Hey!" You looked up from your lap and a man with a leather jacket was standing out your window. "Come on!" He held out his arms to help you up out of your wheelchair, and pulls you through the window. Unable to feel, let alone use, your legs, he picks you up princess-style and starts to run as far away from the building as he could.

Once you were a safe distance away, the Doctor started to walk around to the front of the building, where everyone else had evacuated. He handed you off to the nearest abled person and then ran off without giving a name. As soon as the emergency vehicles arrived, you were the only one to be taken to the hospital, as no one else had sustained any serious injuries.

You were still curious on who your savior was, and thought about it for months after the fire. He gave no name, just his help, and you never got to thank him. Fate worked in strange ways, because you ended up meeting him again the next year on Christmas, just like before. You ended up helping him, despite your disability. Afterwards, he asked you to join him in his travels. You agreed, afraid you’d only get in the way, but agreed nonetheless.

Since then, the two of you had numerous adventures, and the Doctor even took you to a space carnival; one of the most interesting adventures you have had so far.

The Doctor and you had grown quite close; with him pushing you around it was kind of inevitable. He was one of your best friends and always made you feel better no matter what. You also started to develop feelings for him, though you liked to deny it a lot. He even said it himself; he can’t fall in love with any humans because he will outlive them by centuries. Nevertheless, you’d fallen for him.

Even if he didn’t like to fall for humans, you still felt that he wouldn’t like a girl like you; bound to a wheelchair by the shackles of paralysis from the waist down, always helpless and in need of assistance when on adventures, and unable to go anywhere without worrying about the presence of your wheelchair. In your mind, there was no way anyone would fall in love with you.

"Y/N?" The Doctor asked, seeing the sullen look on your face. You shook your head to return to reality and glanced at the Doctor.

"Yes?"

"Are you okay? You look a little blue."

You lied. “I’m fine.”

"You don’t look fine." He strolled around the TARDIS console to where you were situated. "What’s up?"

"It’s nothing, really." You insisted, averting your [e/c] eyes from his grey blue ones.

"It’s obviously not ‘nothing’ if you’re avoiding it." He tried to get it out of you, but you weren’t brave enough to even think about that in front of him. “You can tell me, don’t worry.” He placed a reassuring hand on your shoulder, and you sighed.

"I-I just feel like a burden because of… these.” You gesture to your legs, and his eyes follow. “And I wonder why you would even want a person like me around anyways…” You tried to be as vague as possible, and pout slightly.

The Doctor frowned in thought, and kneeled down to reach for your hand. “The truth is, Y/N, I wouldn’t want a person like you around.” Your eyes started to drop. “Unless I cared for them very much.” Confused, you glance up at the Doctor from your lap. “I guess what I’m trying to say is, I love and care for you, Y/N.” With your mouth agape, you didn’t know what to say. Instead, he went on. “It doesn’t matter if you can or can’t use your legs, or if you can or can’t use your arms; I’ve fallen for everything that makes you you. And if that includes a wheelchair, then so be it.”

If you could feel your legs right now, they’d be shaking. In your mind, there was no way he could—should—love a girl like you. With his life, he’s always running around and lively, and the life that you needed was the total opposite.

You still didn’t know what to say, but squeezed his hand with a minuscule nod. “Thank you.” You muttered, and hugged the Doctor. Despite your disbelief at the whole situation, a part of you wanted it to be real; and fortunately it was. You didn’t let go for another moment or so, and then parted.

"So how does the best ice cream in the universe sound for you?" He smiled and you nodded in agreement.

"Sounds great." You grinned in anticipation.

"Fantastic!" He smiled, and started the TARDIS up for your next trip together.

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