Imagine:

Wally with a cheerful trainer s/o, who’s dying from an illness

Trigger warning: dying reader, dead reader. Illness. Angst. Toxicly positive reader? Possible grammar mistakes.

• Wally first met you on the day he was going to get his very first pokemon! To his surprise, you were here for the same thing! Norman was nice enough to lend you both a spare Pokémon and balls for you two!
• He remembers how nerve-wracking but thrilling it was catching his ralts. When he did, you praised him! And gosh, he couldn’t help but blush at your comment.
• He invited you over to his parents house, and you both became quickly familiar with one another; becoming friends (and also rivals) very quickly!
• Since both of your pokemon were relatively weak, the two of you decided to train together.
• Eventually, you were confident that your Pokémon was ready to take on the first gym! Wally wasn’t nearly as confident though, thus you two parted ways.
• You told Wally you’d see him around! Giving him a gleeful smile that made his heart skip a beat. It appeared he had a small crush..
• You guys wouldn’t meet again until the second gym. Wally had moved to come stay with his uncle, and by then he had gotten a little stronger! When he saw you, Wally couldn’t help but get a little giddy and blush ever so slightly.
• After your guys’ battle, his uncle invited you over to his home. He noticed how his nephew was behaving, and thought it might be good to bring over his crush!
• You cheerfully accepted! And even wanted to race Wally there! Although, that didn’t work out as his condition rendered running a bit…. Problematic. Soo, instead of that, you trailed alongside him and chatted about your adventures and experiences so far.
• You sort of took a break on your journey to spend time with the lime haired boy. And he couldn’t have been more thrilled!
• At first, you two trained together. Being on break didn’t mean you couldn’t get some experience in!
• Eventually, you two started doing everything together. Hanging out and enjoying the beautiful area, especially the flowers. Fooling around, even if Wally sometimes protested against your ideas. And lazing together during uneventful days.
• It was on one of those days you asked about his condition, and what it was that forced him to move to his uncles.
• Wally paused for a moment, before replying with an answer. He thought that by becoming a trainer, he could become stronger, both as a person and with his illness.
• His answer made you admire him, and you felt like you owed him something in return. So, with your cheerful tone that made beautiflies flutter in his tummy, you said:
• “well… I’m technically dying!”
• Wally gave you a shocked expression, and almost thought you were joking because of your tone.
• But it wasn’t a joke, unfortunately. You told him you had an illness that was slowly killing. You became a trainer as a way to see the entire region before your death, and take on the gyms in an attempt to become the champion of hoenn!
• Wally stayed with a shocked expression “s/o… I’m so sorry..”. You hushed him, saying that you weren’t afraid of it, or sad. Maybe you were a long time ago but now? You were fine!
• To lighten the mood, you reassured him that everything was ok. Wally was awed at how much you accepted your fate. He understood, since he had his own issues as well, but to know you were dying and still be happy? He doesn’t think even he could be as jolly.
• You brightened up the somber atmosphere with optimism, stating that you were here, and ready to make the most out of everything!
• Wally couldn’t help his racing heart when you smiled. Your cheerfulness and determination made him feel so warm and fuzzy inside. It was more then obvious he had a massive crush on you, and in a way, you returned those feelings as well.
• Once that was clear cut, you decided to ask him out! Gosh, he was a blushing mess when you did, stuttering over his words and behaving more meek then normal. But… He accepted, a small smile on his lips.
• The date was simple, but very cute. You two were strolling together around both Verdanturf town and Mauville city. The old couple of the daycare even let you both help tend with some of the pokemon. Although Wally was a bit hesitant, the pokemon cooed to his gentleness and calm nature. It was truly a precious moment!
• It didn’t take much time for you two to become a thing! Although yous never said it directly, it was clear as day you two were helplessly in love with each other.
• It was also around this time you and Wally decided to resume your pokemon journey. Wally suggested you two stick together for the remainder of it, and you found the idea cute, so you two did!
• But the plan didn’t last too long.. halfway through your two’s adventure, you began to cough. You often didn’t think much of it, since it was something that happened a lot for you. Given your conditions and… everything.
• But once you looked down at your hand, you noticed it was stained with…. Blood? You had coughed out blood, some of it coming out in small clumps.
• This hadn’t happened before, and you were actually… Very scared. Perhaps because it reminded you of your morality.. or because of Wally.
• You couldn’t let him see you like this. What would happen? How would he react? The last thing you wanted was to suspend his own adventure just because of you.
• Wally noticed how quiet you got after your coughing fit, and asked if something was wrong. You hid away your bloody hand and hastily wiped any remaining traces of blood on your mouth, turning to him with your smile that always tug on his heartstrings “Yep! I’m fine! Just…”
• You had to find an excuse. A way so Wally wouldn’t suspect something. So, in a slightly sudden voice, you told Wally it was time to part ways.
• At first, he interpreted it as you breaking up with him, which left him confused and very hurt; but when you explained it was just because you wanted to get the next gym badge, he sighed in relief you weren’t ending the relationship. Although he was still puzzled by why you wanted to go on your own and a part of him didn’t want you to leave. Something didn’t feel right.
• But you reassured him you’d see him again! And told him you two could still keep in contact through the phone! Although he still felt like something was… off… Wally just chopped it up to him being paranoid, and maybe even a little bit possessive? He wasn’t sure, relationships were such a new concept to him.
• With that and a peck on the cheek, you took off! And Wally waved you goodbye.
• Wally then decided, he needed to get stronger! He hoped that the next time you two saw each other, you’d be impressed with how much he improved as a trainer and as a person, who wasn’t bound to his illness.
• Illness.. that’s right, you were also sick, but much worse. Honestly, you were so good at hiding and quickly recovering from the symptoms, Wally almost forgot you were dying..
• His chest ached at the thought of you dying. One of his fears was you dying before he could even talk with you again. His heart held so much love for you, and Wally wished that somehow he could take away your pain…
• But your numbered days served as motivation. He wanted to get stronger, for you. He wanted to show you how far he came, and how far you’ve come!
• Wally believed in you as well. He found you admirable for your optimism. He thought you could do anything! And that, even if you were dying, you’d survive, and make it.
• Wishful thinking, I suppose.
• But as Wally got stronger, you only grew weaker. The doctors you had visited said your condition had suddenly worsen out of the blue.
• They said, at best, they could give you a few extra weeks of life. Maybe a month or 3, but you’d be heavily restricted. At that point, you’d be stuck to a hospital bed; your journey finishing right then and there.
• So, you went against what they said. You held onto hope that, at the very least, you’d be able to collect all the gym badges.
• Your calls with Wally became a bit more frequent, which he didn’t reject to. Actually, he was really, really happy to hear you! Sometimes he’d get scared that something awful happened to you, so hearing your voice helped calm him.
• You avoided telling him the truth though, instead asking about him, his Pokemon, and how far he is. Wally answered every question you had, becoming especially bright regarding his trainer status. You could hear the light and excitement irradiating from his voice, which made you smile.
• When he asked about yours, you put on a cheery voice as you often did. Telling him everything was grand! You’d gotten a lot stronger, and had managed to collect another gym badge!
• He congratulated you, saying how awesome you were! He asked if, when you two met again, you’d be willing to battle him.
• You paused for a moment, not sure how to reply. You didn’t want him to see you, not in your slowly deteriorating state. But at the same time you missed him. You wanted to see him again, physically. So, with an unheard reluctance, you agreed to the brawl!
• Wally was concerned. You had never sounded so meek before. Never sounded so resistant to see him. He wondered if he did something wrong? If he displeased you someway. He tried not to let it get to his head, but the thought did irk him.
• ..when Wally finally saw you, he noticed how different you looked. Wally wasn’t oblivious, but he didn’t know how to bring it up. So, for the time being, you guys caught up! You told Wally how far you’ve gotten so far, and showed off your collection of badges! You also showed him your Pokemon, how strong they had gotten.
• But Wally kept quiet, or replied only in short sentences. You notice his concern expression intensify upon bringing your Pokemon out. Their faces showed hints of sadness.
• Finally, Wally asked if you were ok. Your quick reply more or less confirmed you weren’t, despite your response portraying the contrary.
• He took your hand into his and told you softly that, it’s ok if you don’t want to tell him. He just wants to make sure you’re fine. His skin was so soft you had just noticed, and his delicate hold brought you comfort.
• So, with hesitance, you finally told him what was happening. You told him how your illness had advanced, how limited your time was, what they adviced and why you went against it.
• Wally looked at you with shock and sadness, but he tried not to overreact. Instead, he held you.
• You brushed off his concern, and challenged him to a battle! Wally was stunned by how quickly you tried shifting the topic, and he declined at first. But you reminded him of the ole’ trainer rule:
• If two trainers lock eyes with one another, it is mandatory they begin a battle!
• You wanted to distract yourself and him. You didn’t want your illness to be a burden. At the very least you wanted to enjoy the time you had with him instead of focusing solely on you.
• When the battle concluded, as if on cue, you coughed out. Wally could tell you were in pain, even if you tried playing it off as if you weren’t. He quickly came to you, asking what was wrong and if he needed to call the hospital!
• You weakly say it’s fine, but Wally rebuked in an attempt to bring you back to reality. It was obvious you weren’t ‘fine’, and he tried to convince you to go see a doctor; at the very least they could offer you some sort of pain reliever!
• What was only worry for your well-being evolved into an argument. Even if you put on a happy face and chipper persona, you were suppressing a lot of emotions, and Wally was the unfortunate 'pin to the balloon’.
• You let everything pour out, such poisonous words being thrown at him. Wally was stunned into silence by you, only able to endure your verbal assault. Your toxicity would of likely continued if another coughing fit hadn’t taken over.
• But this time, you weren’t able to hide the pain. Your coughs rapidly grew worse, and the ache became too much to the point where your legs buckled in.
• Wally panicked when he saw you dropping, but was able to keep calm enough to call the ambulance. He tried to help you as much as he could, but he didn’t know what to do. Even you didn’t.
• When help finally arrived you had completely knocked out, a sickening pool of dark crimson pouring from your mouth that had convinced Wally for a moment that you were gone.
• You were rushed to the nearest hospital. Wally wanted to come along with you, but the doctors refused and didn’t take the precious time to hear his pleas.
• ..for the next few days, all Wally could think about was you. His journey had reached another stop, and he tried to stay at the hospital for as long as he could.
• The only people he seemed to interact with was his gardivour, his uncle, and his parents. Other then that he had turned completely mute.
• He felt guilty, as if this was his fault. The last thing you’d remember if you didn’t make it was the two of you getting into an argument. Maybe if he hadn’t been so pushy, you wouldn’t of had a fit and be here.
• He knew it was dumb to think like that, but he couldn’t help it.
• Sometimes, he’d visit your Pokemon who had been transported to a daycare in the hospital. They seemed just as scared as Wally was, but he knew fearing wouldn’t do anything; it wasn’t what you wanted either.
• So, he tried to be positive. He thought you’d be able to pull through. You were one of the strongest people he knew!
• You couldn’t die yet, not when you hadn’t even completed the gym challenges!
• His optimism brought hope to your Pokemon, and to him as well! But Wally was split if he truly believed in what he just preached.
• And every day that passed. Every hour you remained in your bed, motionless minus your chest pumping up and down from a machine you were hooked up with.
• That hope grew dimmer and dimmer.
• Sometimes he’d talk to you, gently rubbing your hand. Your guardian(s) allowed him to be near you, which he couldn’t be more thankful for.
• He’d tell you about his day, how boring the hospital was. He wondered if you could hear him? He hoped you could.
• Wally missed you. He missed you so, so much. He missed seeing you walking around, he missed hearing your voice; he just wanted you.
• Wally tried to pull himself together. He didn’t want to seem weak in front of you, not when you needed the utmost attention right now. But he couldn’t control himself for long.
• Wally’s gentle whimpers grew into uncontrollable crying. He was pleading to you, pleading to anyone, begging anyone to just—not take you away.
• “P-please, S/O… I can’t lose you. I…I love you!”
• He wanted his words to reach you somehow, so that maybe… Maybe you would wake up.
• But no amount of love laced words could pull you from your eternal slumber.
• Your heart monitor began dropping. The beating of the machine inducing an intense anxiety into Wally. He cried out for help, and the doctors and nurses flooded the room like water.
• Wally was pushed outside the room and force to watch as the medical team desperately tried to revive you. He felt his heart drop to the pit of his stomach when every attempt resulted in nothing. No response, nothing.
• The doctor came up to Wally, a sad expression on his face. The world went silent. He was muttering out words, lips moving, but Wally couldn’t hear anything.
• He didn’t need to. He knew.
• And he just breaks..
• He’s crying, perhaps even hyperventilating as the doctors attempted to calm him down. Wally knew you were gone. He thought he would be prepared for it, but the impact was too much for him to handle.
• He cries, he cries a lot.
• And then your funeral comes, but there aren’t any tears. Not because he isn’t sad, but because he can’t squeeze anymore out. He just looks at your coffin in melancholy.
• For awhile, Wally doesn’t leave his house. When he returned to his parents, he is was nearly mute, and only stayed inside. All that progress had regressed, and he was back to his old self.
• Wally wanted to care for your Pokemon himself, but he just wasn’t in a good place. He couldn’t even care for his own Pokemon, but they understood; your death affected them as well.
• With some outside help from his family and his/your Pokemon, Wally slowly got better. Slow, but better.
• It was painful for him, but he had to accept keeping you in memory while moving on.
• He likes to think you’d want him to go forward, complete his journey. And he came up with a motivator; he couldn’t be doing it for himself now, but for the both of you.
• He’d do this. For you, and for himself.
• He’ll get stronger. He’ll get braver. Because that’s what you may of wanted from him.
• Wally would never love someone as much as he did you. You mean the world to him. If only you two had more time together.
• Wally will always miss you. The pain will lessen, perhaps even some of his feelings. But his love for you will mostly remain intact.
• Wally would visit your grave frequently. But as time went on, the visits became less frequent. Still, he always brought your favourite gifts and most times your Pokemon came along with him.
• He’ll never forget you. Never.

Thislovely artist is the person, I believe, made the drawing! I didn’t ask for permission however, so if they ask me to remove the art, I shall!

Altered (#52)

Summary: Wanda hits you hard in the heartstrings with her new reality

Pairing: there isn’t exactly one??? I guess platonic!wanda x reader, platonic!monica x reader, a little Pietro x reader

Warnings: Mentions of death, reader gets restrained at one point, kinda sad lol

AN: just letting you guys know that I’m POTENTIALLY changing the layout of my intro to stories a little, as you can see NO MORE BANNER!! it was just getting to be a big hassle switching devices and with storage so I’m changing it up a bit but let me know if you do prefer it the old way or have suggestions to make it better!!!! I love you guys!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

“Everybody, shut up! Darcy, what’s happening?!” You demand, leaning over her shoulder towards the monitor.

“I’m not sure. She seems almost confused? That shouldn’t happen for the writer of the show should it?” She asks, staring down the screen just as much as you.

You watch carefully as Wanda opens the door, shaking your head slowly to answer the question. “I don’t understand, why doesn’t Wanda know what’s going on?!” You ask, eyebrows furrowing in confusion.

“I don’t know! She should know what’s happening in her own show, shouldn’t she?” Darcy sighs, staring down the screen.

But then, the head of silver hair is clear across the screen. Your breath hitches in your throat and your eyes widen.

“She didn’t- she couldn’t have gone back for his body- not after so long.” You say, tears filling your eyes.

“Who?” Darcy asks, looking slightly confused.

Before you can answer, a face is put to the hair. You feel your fists clench in anger.

“Holy shit! She recast Pietro!” Darcy exclaims, trying to zoom in on the face.

You take a couple deep breaths, trying to keep your cool but watching her embrace him as though he really is Pietro, YOUR Pietro is too much. You let out a small cry and turn away from the screen, your powers starting to take control.

You notice your hands glowing the familiar violet shade and you make your way out of the lab as quick as possible, shoving past everyone and racing outside. You let yourself collapse into the grass of the surveillance field, tears running down your cheeks. As soon as your hands touch the ground, a blast of energy goes with them, shattering several vehicle windows and probably some lab equipment and nearly knocking over several of the army level vehicles in the near vicinity.

“Y/l/n, calm yourself down. You can’t help anyone if you don’t control your emotions.” A male voice calls out.

“Leave me alone Hayward.” You breath, eyes still closed, your voice a tone of warning.

“I’m not gonna do that y/n, you’re a member of this team and we need you capable of working.” He says, inching closer.

“I don’t care! Leave Wanda to do as she pleases with her husband and their kids for all I care! But she does NOT get to forget the real Pietro. She does NOT get to act like recasting him like some character is bringing him back!” You cry, glaring over at him from the ground.

“She’s holding a town of at least 3000 people hostage in there y/l/n, we have bigger problems than just her brother.” He sighs, moving even closer.

“That is NOT her brother! That is a look alike, he is not Pietro and never will be!” You scream, a blast of your powers taking over again. Hayward is knocked easily to the ground and so are several stations of the base.

Suddenly you feel a prick in your arm. You look down and see a small dart there, implanted in your skin. As you go to rip it out, you fall over and everything goes black.

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“Let me go!” You scream, yanking on the restraints against your arms. Hayward sighs, running a hand through his hair tiredly.

“You could’ve killed me and everyone on this base with that blast of power y/l/n. This is for everyone’s safety, including your own.” He explains but you merely glare in response.

“Director Hayward, you’re needed in the lab.” Some woman says as she enters the room. He nods and steps out, ignoring your cries of protest.

“Y/l/n please calm down.” A soft voice says as they enter the room. You look over to see Monica standing there, cautiously entering.

“Captain Rambeau, I’m restrained for a reason. I can’t hurt anyone with these on. You can come in.” You mutter dryly.

“Thank you.” She says, coming to sit next to you. You blink at her, not wanting to be the first to speak.

“What was the freak out over there all about?” She finally asks. You sigh, looking away and letting a curtain of your y/h/c hair cover the side of your face to shield from her piercing gaze.

“I was an Avenger, I’m not sure if you knew that.” You start and Monica nods to show she did. “Well, when ultron came along I was around the same age as the twins, about 17 or so. Still a kid. The rest of the team didn’t want me there, they didn’t want me getting hurt or killed or something. But I insisted on going. Fury allowed it because I’m useful in some situations, as I’m sure you can tell by now.” You continue, glancing down at your hands for emphasis.

“My powers are from the same experimentation as the twins but mine were forced on me. They knew I was like a kid to some of the avengers and HYDRA took advantage of that. They kidnapped me while I was on my way home from school and they experimented on me, tortured me and changed me over the course of a year or two. That’s why I was on that mission. To get rid of them for what they’ve done.” You explain, biting your lip at the memories.

“Wanda stuck with Ultrons plan and with him for the most part. But when Pietro found out about me he got really curious. He came to our base looking for me. He didn’t care what everyone else on the team thought, he said he just felt like he had to know me. And he got to know me too. I told him how my powers are a more train wreck like version of Wandas because I wasn’t in the experimentation willingly, how sometimes I get bits of his powers in moments of anger. It’s odd but it’s true. He was fascinated. He flirted, I tried to a little bit.” You say, smiling softly at the thought of his smirk.

“And we really quickly fell in love. It was essentially like love at first sight. He called me his princessa and he would tell me things would be ok when he sensed I was scared. It got a little hard while they were still teamed up with Ultron but when his sister finally came around, he was glad to be able to be us more often. Wanda of course didn’t really approve, she thought he was being seduced for the sole purpose of getting him on our side. But we didn’t care. We still cuddled together and held hands and spent every moment together, even if she was around. It was almost like there was no one else in the world but us.” You giggle quietly, the image of him speeding around you to make you dizzy just so he could hold you still etched clearly in your mind.

“Then, when Ultron took Nat, it turned to chaos. Everyone was trying to find her, to find him, to find out his plan. We got separated, so did he and Wanda. They’d always taken care of each other so I know it was difficult for him. But then in the chaos, he had to be a hero. He went back to help save that kid. And he was killed because of it.” You sigh, staring down at your hands as a small flicker of purple flashes on your finger tips.

“Oh y/n… I had no idea.” Monica says remorsefully. You shrug it off, trying to play it cool.

“It’s fine. No one did really. It was just between us and the other Avengers. It wasn’t a publicity thing, it was a love thing.” You sigh, smiling sadly in her direction.

“But that’s why I freaked out. She replaced Pietro, the love of my life and her brother, with a look alike and acted like it was no big deal. That hurts me, Monica. It burns right in my heart.” You explain. She nods, obviously understanding what you mean.

She looks around and grabs something from the drawer of the nightstand across the room.

“What’re you-.” You start but she shushes you, coming over and using the key in her hand to undo the restraints.

“Monica that’s a bad idea. I’m not in my right mind-.” You start again but she shakes her head.

“You’re grieving. And it’s not like you have a town of 3000 people at your disposal. You just need to keep taking deep breaths.” She explains.

“You’re right. Thank you.” You say, quickly wrapping your arms around her in a hug.

“Did you guys have any luck identifying the phoney Pietro yet?” You ask as you stand up, wanting nothing more than to slap the red headed witch. You knew this was how she was coping but it was getting way too far.

“No. It’s like he doesn’t exist in the real world. Wanda couldn’t have made him out of thin air though so it’s strange.” She sighs, looking puzzled.

“Everything about Wanda Maximoff is strange.” You grumble.

“She could probably say the same about you.” Monica laughs with a shrug.

You just shake your head, biting your lip again. “No, my powers have differences to hers. She can clearly morph and alter reality, I merely have a strong telekinesis ability because of it. Wanda… Wanda is something else.” 

The two of you find Darcy and Jimmy in a group meeting where Hayward is going on a mini tangent. When he sees you, he starts to freak out.

“Do you know how dangerous it is to let her out?! She was in hysterics not even an hour ago!” He demands, storming over and grabbing you harshly by the wrist, trying to pull you back out into the hall.

“Director, I wouldn’t grab a person who was “just in hysterics” so harshly if I were you, it seems rather stupid.” You growl, yanking your hand away.

“Besides, I can keep myself in check if it means getting Wanda out safely. She’s created this world as a form of escapism, it’s just gotten too far. Believe me, Wanda killed Ultron because he wanted to destroy the human world. She isn’t a typically violent person. This is grief.” You explain, walking away from the speechless man and stopping at the computer screen, watching Wanda greet the imposter Pietro again.

“You are here as a tool in case she does get violent, you don’t have the clearance to engage with the research portion.” He shouts, clearly getting fed up with it.

“Fine. You don’t want me to look at what you’re actually trying to do? Then let me engage with Wanda. I can get through to her in a way you know you can’t. I want to go in, and you cannot stop me.” You challenge, standing again and storming out, walking in bold steps towards the Hex’s barrier. 

Hayward chases after you, yelling orders and eventually profanities, Darcy is close behind him followed by Monica and Jimmy, all three of which are shouting their worries and warnings but you don’t stop. The rage in your body has taken the reigns and is walking you closer until you’re right at the edge, hand to the red screenlike wall, pushing forward against the pressure of the altered reality.

Without a second thought, you walk through into Wanda’s sitcom-like dream world.