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Silver Springs Part 8

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x reader

Word count: ~14k

Summary: Wanda tries to leave her mob life behind to start a family with you

A/N: We’re getting closer to the end! Thanks to everyone who’s read and commented on this story! I honestly just wrote it because I wanted to read it, but I’m glad that y’all are enjoying it too. ❤️

Chapter Warnings: Adverse drug side effects, panic attacks, sexual content.

The next morning Wanda finds herself waiting for Vision in Pietro’s office far earlier than she wanted to be. That said, she slept surprisingly well considering the conversation she’d had with her wife right before going to sleep. She was still uncertain about what they decided, but she doesn’t get much longer to think about it when she hears a knock on the door.

“Come in.”

When Vision walks in Wanda can’t help but smile slightly. She stands up straighter before she rounds the desk to stand closer to him. She watches as he shuts the door behind him before shooting her a confused look.

“Vision, thank you for coming so quickly.”

He nods because honestly he’s more than happy to be of assistance whenever she needs him. He’s just a little confused about what’s going on.

“Of course, Wanda. Steve said it was urgent?”

She nods before gesturing to the seat in front of her, and she waits until he sits down before she sits on the desk behind her with a sigh. She crosses her legs and looks to Vision with a slightly bewildered look.

“You’ll never guess what happened yesterday.”

She begins to relay the tale of how you’d been targeted yesterday afternoon and how the man responsible was one of her employees.

“When I talked to him, he claimed that someone had paid him to do it.”

Wanda rolls her eyes as she acts like it’s the most ridiculous thing in the world. Vision’s just listening with a slightly dazed look on his face, but she continues to tell the story with a few new details.

“He wouldn’t tell me who it was in the end before someone hit his kill switch.”

At this Vision frowned in confusion and he tilted his head to the side. “Kill switch?”

Yeah, Wanda had been just as shocked when she’d found out about it this morning. She’d suspected it, but suspecting and having it confirmed were two very different things and she had not been prepared to deal with it. She nods before mentioning that he’d died suddenly during questioning and she’d been suspicious as to who did it.

“Yeah it was a little ridiculous. I mean, someone goes to the trouble of planting this guy here only to kill him before he really does much? It doesn’t make a lot of sense.”

Vision agreed it really didn’t make a lot of sense. Especially if the few key details that Wanda hasn’t mentioned yet were left out. He waits to see if she’ll bring them up, but she seems lost in thought so he speaks up to get her attention.

“Did he tell you anything useful?”

Wanda sighs before she shakes her head watching as Vision waits for her response. He’s tense and he probably doesn’t even notice how he’s fidgeting in his seat, but Wanda ignores this for now.

“Other than confirming he was hired by someone; no. I think he was mostly just trying to buy himself time. I-I mean he claimed ‘someone with an English accent’ hired him to ruin my life. How vague is that?”

Vision just stares at Wanda in disbelief as he tries to figure out what is going on. Wanda is smart, he knows that much, and the fact that he’d been called on this morning after almost being ratted out made him think he was sunk. He showed up though because it would have been incriminating not to, but he’d made a calculated risk. He just wasn’t sure if it had paid off yet.

“That’s…so strange.”

Wanda laughs and Vision is startled by the sound of it because he’s not sure when the last time he heard her laugh was. She smiles at him again as she nods in agreement and decides to get right to it.

“It really is, it really is, but I figured I’d talk to you today to let you know that you’re probably on the right track with Strucker and Rumlow. Have you figured out anything else from your investigation?”

Vision so far had only sent out a half dozen people on a wild goose chase. They were following Strucker, locating Rumlow who was in hiding and wouldn’t be found, as well as snooping around his territory to try and see what they can find out. So far nothing fruitful has been discovered and he’s not even really sure what to tell Wanda.

“Unfortunately, no. Rumlow’s in hiding, and Strucker hasn’t done anything suspicious- other than the usual.”

Wanda frowns at this before she sighs in defeat. She knows now that her trust in the man in front of her was misplaced, and she should have let him down a little easier all those years ago. She also should have asked him to find new employment, but it was too late for that now. She takes a deep breath before shaking her head in disappointment.

“Okay, well I don’t really know what else to do at this point. We can only stay here for another week or so before Y/n loses her mind, so unless we figure out who it is –she’s just a sitting duck.”

Wanda looks off out the window as she thinks about how stubborn you are and how this is most likely true. You won’t stay here for too long, not when you have work and you want to get back to your normal routine. Vision frowns as Wanda wipes her eyes and turns away from him with a sigh.

“I’m sorry, you don’t have to sit here and listen to me fret. You can go Vision.”

Wanda closes her eyes and takes a deep breath, trying to calm the panic that is raging inside her at the thought of you leaving here and getting hurt. She doesn’t realize Vision’s speaking until he’s standing right in front of her. She’s breathing hard as she feels her face start to heat up and her head spins as she starts to truly panic. She can’t lose you, or the life you are both building together. If she loses you and her baby, she’s not sure she’d be able to keep on living.

“Wanda! You need to breathe; you’re having a panic attack.”

She hears his voice, but it’s not until he turns her towards him that she snaps out of it. She starts slightly before looking away with an embarrassed look.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I’m just stressed I didn’t mean to dump all of this on you.”

Wanda makes to stand up but she then realizes how close Vision is standing and she falls back against the desk. He shakes his head before coughing softly and taking a step back once he realizes. He drops his arms by his side as he offers the only reassurance he can.

“It’s alright, I’m here for whatever you need, Wanda.”

She smiles gratefully before she rubs her eyes and tries to look less puny. She eventually turns back to face Vision and she lifts a hand to pat him on the shoulder.

“Thanks, Vis. That means a lot.”

He just smiles at her and Wanda has to hold herself back from throttling him. Instead, she steps away and clears her throat with a blush.

“Let me know if you find anything useful?”

He simply nods before excusing himself and leaving Wanda alone. She still looks worried, but he’s not sure what else he can do at the moment. He leaves and immediately heads back down to the garage. If he wants to maintain his cover, he has to keep working despite wanting to burn this entire empire to the ground. He has several other meetings today before he can figure out how to use what Wanda just told him to his advantage.

If your home will be empty for the next week or so, he can figure out how to make his next move. He just needs to make a couple of calls first.

He arrives to his car and starts it up before picking up his phone. He searches for a familiar number before calling it as he pulls out of his parking spot. It rings three times before the man on the other end answers.

“Hello?”

Vision sighs as he smiles slightly to himself. He doesn’t realize how relieved he is until he drives out into the sun.

“Rumlow, it’s me. She doesn’t suspect a thing. I’ll be in contact soon about the next part of my plan.”

Vision hears a grunt of acknowledgement on the other end of the line before he hangs up. Vision takes a deep breath and finally feels like he might be able to finally get what he wants. With you gone he might have a chance, and it’s that thought that keeps the smile on his face all the way into town.

“Harder, Y/n! Come on don’t be such a pussy.”

You get up from your kneeling position before you lunge at Yelena, but unfortunately, she was ready for you and blocked your hit once again. You groan in annoyance as you two keep throwing punches before she hits you in the shoulder. You’re at least grateful that it’s not your face, but you’re still mad enough to stomp on her foot and elbow her in the stomach.

“Much better! Nat said you had a lot of energy to burn.”

You sigh at this before shrugging in disinterest. Yesterday was weird and you’re trying not to think about it too much as you sit down to take a break. You’ve been at this ever since Wanda left to talk to Vision and you’re honestly wondering if you have a problem. You could have chosen any other method for distracting yourself. You could have taken Boone for a walk, but honestly the idea of walking around the compound alone right now was a little intimidating. Maybe you should start carrying a weapon.

“Did you hear me, Y/n?”

Your gaze snaps back to Yelena who’s crossing her arms and shooting you a disapproving look. Needless to say, you have no idea what she’s talking about, but instead of repeating herself she just sighs in defeat and sits next to you.

“You’re worried.”

It’s not a question because Yelena knows the answer. Still, you nod and rest your head in your hand with a nod.

“I just don’t trust, Vision.”

That was an understatement, but that was all you’re going to say now. You and Yelena met in the training rooms since that’s where the blonde was in between sessions. You found it easier than you thought to ignore the people around you, and not many of them were paying attention to you anyway. Unbeknownst to you, they’d all heard about what happened to Clark after he attacked you, so no one was risking looking at you funny, let alone at all.

Yelena scoffs at this and just shakes her head at the thought of the older man. He’s always been a pain in the ass, and terribly obvious about his feelings for Wanda. The redhead just ignores them, but everyone can see how madly in love he is with her, it’s embarrassing.

You stand up suddenly as something occurs to you, and you look back to Yelena with a determined expression.

“Can you teach me how to disarm and flip someone who’s standing in front of me?”

Wanda leaves Pietro’s office only a few minutes after Vision left. She texted Bucky to figure out where you are because she’s having him tail you until further notice. She’s not going to take any chances until she figures out Vision’s plan. When she gets the response that you’re downstairs with Yelena training she picks up the pace. She realizes you’re stressed from everything that’s going on, but that’s twice in twelve hours that you’ve trained with the sisters. You’re going to need to find better ways to destress as time goes on. She wasn’t going to let you work out much once you were showing.

Wanda walks in to the training room that Bucky said you were in and immediately started searching for you. She ignored the stares she got as she waded through equipment and groups of people to where you and Yelena were standing facing each other. You were paying close attention to the blonde before nodding and holding out your hand with a slightly apprehensive look.

Wanda didn’t have much time to predict what you two were doing before Yelena grabs your hand and yanks you forward before flipping you over her shoulder. You land on your back with a loud thud and you groan in pain as you squeeze your eyes shut.

“Okay, cool, got it.”

“Belova!”

You and Yelena both turn at the sound of Wanda’s angry voice. She’s only a few feet away when you hold out your hand to Yelena to help you up. She grabs your hand and yanks you to your feet just in time for Wanda to reach you. You hold up your hands in surrender before you shoot her a smile that she just rolls her eyes at.

“Hey, don’t get mad at her, Wands. I asked for it.”

“She literally did.”

Wanda didn’t care much for this detail and she still glared at Yelena as she looks you up and down. You’re dressed similarly to last night, but your outfit is not as revealing. You’re sweaty and she has to stop herself from reaching out to squeeze your biceps. Your voice cuts her thoughts off before they can fall too far into the gutter.

“Are you okay? You look a little flushed.”

Wanda frowns as she shakes her head without thinking. She’s glad to have confirmation that Vision is her rat and now she can tail him to see what he’s planning, but she’s not sure what you mean.

“What do you mean?”

You frown as you take a step towards your wife and reach out for her. You graze her cheek with the back of your hand before muttering under your breath.

“You just look like you were crying. Did Vision do something to upset you?”

You swear, if he did, you’d find him and punch him in the face. You watch as Wanda just shakes her head again before waving you off.

“Oh no, it’s fine. I’ll tell you about it later.”

Later came in about ten minutes when you and Wanda walked back to your rooms. Yelena had to teach so you were now free to catch up with your wife. You greet Boone as he nearly jumps out of the door in excitement to greet you. You’d left him here because he wasn’t allowed in the training rooms and since he’d had a busy day yesterday you wanted him to take it easy. You smile at him before turning to your wife who is halfway to the kitchen already.

“So how did it go?”

Wanda sighs before she opens the fridge and grabs the pitcher of water before setting it on the counter. She walks over to the cabinet to grab a glass before she shakes her head at you.

“It went as expected honestly. He’s a lousy liar, but I think he underestimated me enough to buy that I didn’t believe a word that Clark said.”

You’re not sure how to reply to this immediately and you just watch as Wanda drinks nearly a whole glass of water in one go. You walk around the counter to reach out for her, but she takes a step back and shakes her head again.

“You think he’s stupid enough to underestimate you?”

Wanda had thought about this a lot, and despite how insulting it was she believed it to be true. Vision had known her for years, seen how she’d transformed her parents’ legacy and turned it into a lucrative, well-oiled machine. Yet despite his respect for her business smarts, he’s foolish, or sexist enough to doubt her judgment when you’re involved, when emotions are involved - to the point that he thinks that he’s in the clear. To think that Clark didn’t incriminate him yesterday, and his poor contrite performance this morning didn’t dig his own grave deeper makes Wanda furious.

The fact that this man claims to love her makes it even worse. Could someone who claims to love her truly think so little of her?

“Yes. He truly is. He’s stupid enough to believe that I am so clouded by my desperation to keep you safe that I can’t see what’s right in front of me!”

You reach out quickly to grab the glass that Wanda’s abandoned mere seconds before she throws her arm out haphazardly striking out at the closest thing to her. You set it aside before you try again to comfort your wife, but she’s too angry to focus on you right now. She’s breathing heavily and looking for something else to hit when you grab her hips and wrap your arms around her waist to stop her.

“Then my fake panic attack turned into a real one, and I had to thank him for pulling me out of it instead of slapping him for causing it.”

This reminds you of what you first noticed when Wanda showed up to the training room to find you. She looked flushed, and a little frazzled but you couldn’t put a finger to it. Seeing her lose her temper now and admit to panicking earlier makes it easier for you to see that your wife is overwhelmed. She’s somehow even more worried than she was before she had no idea who was behind all of this, and you know you need to do something about it. You’ve just been letting her take care of it because that was her forte.

However, you’re beginning to realize that this isn’t fair to her. She shouldn’t have to shoulder this entire burden, and it’s time for you to start doing your part. You feel her breathing rapidly against you and you pull her closer to try and get her attention.

“Hey, Wanda, I need you to take a breath, okay? Breathe with me.”

You take a deep breath as one of your hands moves to your wife’s stomach. You wait until she’s able to match your slow breathing for a few counts before you kiss her cheek.

“I hate that you’re feeling the brunt of this, Wands. What can I do to help you? I’ll do anything.”

When Wanda doesn’t respond immediately, but just holds your hand against her stomach you start to ramble. You realize as you start speaking that you are 100% willing to do all of this despite your initial reluctance. There’s more on the line now, and you want your family safe above all.

“I’ll start carrying a gun, I can train more or less if you want, I’ll even take time off of work if you want me to.”

You wait for a few agonizing seconds before Wanda takes a deep breath and shakes her head. She turns slightly so she can meet your gaze when she speaks.

“Can you—can you just hold me for a while. Please?”

As long as you have known her, you’ve always struggled to say no to your wife. You hardly ever wanted to, but even when you did you were a giant pushover for her. You just adored her and wanted to give her the world.

You nod in response before you kiss her again and hold her tighter. “Anything you want, love.”

The rest of the weekend flies by. Both you and Wanda keep busy, but you’re mostly doing your own things as you try your best to prepare for going back to work. You and Wanda had talked about it for a long time before finally deciding that you should go back to work at least for the time being. That said, Wanda had made you agree to take a few extra precautions until Vision’s plan became more obvious.

You would take Boone with you every day. This wasn’t that different from usual, but this weekend you and Bucky had been working with him and refreshing his bite training. You hated to do it, but you did want him to be prepared. He was very good at it and really enjoyed it so you felt a little better about it for that reason at least. His commands were simple and despite wearing a lot of padding, Bucky’s arm was sore by the end of the weekend.

You were also going to start carrying a gun around. You’d spent time with Nat and Yelena this weekend in the shooting range and you were honestly so sick of it already. You hadn’t been a bad shot before, but you forgot how difficult it was to shoot at something that was moving, and when the lighting was less than ideal. Since the first time someone had approached you was at night, you’d practiced shooting in the dark and that honestly was a challenge you hadn’t anticipated ever overcoming.

Lastly, Bucky was going to be closer by than usual and the two of you would be constant contact via coms that were muted when they weren’t in use. You’d never mute yours though unless you absolutely had to and you were now packing your own lunch. In addition to this, when he had time, Bucky was training with you as well. He figured it might be more realistic because if Vision or another man tried to attack you, it would look less like what Nat and Yelena were taught and more like Bucky.

Wanda was busy as well but most of her preparation was with her brother, Nat, and Tony. Tony owns a lot of the businesses that Wanda and Pietro work with, and he’s agreed to put eyes on Vision in a way that he won’t be able to pick up on. The hope is if they can find a way to keep Vision accountable for what he does throughout the day, they can see him slip.

Unfortunately, part of this plan involves Wanda talking to him more frequently which she not only loathes, but honestly fears might tip him off. She decides to start actually taking his phone calls and going from there to maybe one meeting a week to touch base about his investigation as to not rouse any suspicion. Having closer tabs on him though would make it easier to track what he was doing and hopefully who he was talking to.

Wanda didn’t want to change too much too soon however, and Pietro couldn’t understand why. They’d brought up tracking his car and his phone, but that was too much in Wanda’s opinion. If he picked up on this he could realize that he’d been found out and disappear, or worse move up his time table. Pietro had argued that if he did, they’d know about it and be able to stop him, but Wanda didn’t want to take that risk. She wanted to be strategic and as prepared as possible for when he did strike.

You check your bag one last time before heading downstairs to the garage to leave for work. Once you confirm that you have your phone, keys, and gun tucked away you grab Boone’s leash and head to the elevators. Wanda was already in a meeting with Kate about something that you can’t remember so you just wave goodbye to Fletcher before leaving.

You’re in the elevator bouncing on the balls of your feet impatiently when you phone beeps. You remember that you need to turn on your coms and you press a couple buttons on your phone before you speak quietly.

“Bucky, you there?”

The older man responds almost immediately and you just nod before preparing to step out of the elevator when it signals your arrival to the garage.

“All clear. I’m on my way down.”

When the elevator doors open, you’re surprised to see Vision standing there looking at his phone with his hand on the button. He looks up at you and you both just smile tightly as you and Boone exit the elevator. You move Boone away before he can growl or otherwise show his distaste for the man in front of you, and you just nod at him before heading to your car.

“Vision.”

“Y/n, hello.”

You are about to leave when you hear Bucky speak up and ask if Vision is with you. You don’t respond because he obviously is still paying attention to you, and he speaks up before you can get out of earshot.

“I hope everything is calming down for you since last week.”

You almost smile at this but you stop yourself as you nod slowly at the thought of what Vision’s talking about. You rely on your best poker face to keep from showing your true feelings as stop in your tracks.

“It is, yeah. It’ll be nice to get back to work –and home eventually, but one step at a time, right?”

You offer a weak smile as Vision just nods and continues to hold open the elevator. You don’t realize that this is keeping Bucky from coming down immediately, and you don’t panic because you figure Vision won’t shoot you here, in the middle of the garage that has multiple cameras.

“Getting back to a routine is good. The best way to get over the weirdness, I’m sure.”

You can’t help but laugh at this because not only is this exceedingly weird, but you haven’t had a conversation this long with Vision in you can’t remember how long. Usually you exchange meaningless platitudes and a couple of subtle barbs before going on your way. You never have a reason to be with him by yourself and you realize that you like this a lot better.

“That’s one way to put it I guess.”

He smiles before moving out of the way for a couple of people that head toward the elevator. You watch as they get in and the doors close behind him before Vision speaks up with a sigh and a shake of his head.

“Hopefully Wanda doesn’t have to resort to such unconventional methods again to get someone to talk.”

Bucky tells you that he’s almost to the garage, but you don’t hear him as you shoot Vision a confused look. You’re not sure what he’s talking about because you both know what lengths your wife might have to go to during an interrogation and you’ve made your peace with that. Hell, you dressed her for the part and sent her on her way, so you definitely aren’t ignorant to the bloodshed that might occur. You know Vision isn’t either since he’s been working for your wife for nearly a decade. He’s never been directly involved because that wasn’t his job, but that doesn’t mean he didn’t see some carnage here and there.

“I didn’t figure you as the squeamish type, Vision. Haven’t you seen your fair share of blood?”

Vision frowns in confusion before your words seem to set in and he looks a little caught off guard. He shakes his head before turning his attention back to his phone once it beeps.

“I certainly have, but that’s not what I’m talking about.”

You barely register Boone sitting down with an impatient whine as your brows furrow in confusion. It’s too early and you’ve only had one cup of coffee, so you’re not prepared for Vision’s riddles this morning. You sigh in annoyance before shooting the blonde who’s just looked up from his phone again an uncertain look.

“What are you talking about, Vision?”

His frown deepens as he presses the button for the elevator again absentmindedly.

“Has she not told you about this? I don’t think it’s really my place to do so.”

If you didn’t already hate Vision, you certainly would at this point for needlessly dragging this out. You’re certain he’s just talking about some of the more gruesome things Wanda might do, but then again those usually involve blood. You don’t realize how lost you are until you hear Vision cough before clearing his throat.

“I’m sorry, Y/n, I thought you knew.”

You can’t help but lose your patience and you ask between clenched teeth for Vision to get to the damn point.

“What don’t I know?”

You don’t realize the elevator is here until the ding catches you attention, but at this point you’re going to follow Vision if you must to get an answer from him. He’s purposely baiting you and it’s driving you nuts.

He places his phone in his pocket before turning back toward you and Boone who’s becoming even more unsettled by your side. He can sense your distress and he’s confused as to why you’re still talking to someone you clearly dislike. To someone he was trained to bite this weekend.

Vision holds an arm out to keep the elevator from closing before stepping inside and shooting you a smirk.

“Sometimes Wanda has to appeal to men’s baser desires to get answers. Clark being one of them.”

Before you can even register what he’s said, Vision’s phone rings and he’s answering it as the doors close between you. You don’t notice Bucky coming out of the stairwell behind you until you nearly run into him.

“Wanda, hello.”

You’re not sure if you’re screaming or if you’re just imagining it. You really wish you’d reacted faster so you could punch Vision in the face for being so lewd, so…wrong. You can’t even begin to wrap your brain around what Vision said to you, what it could mean right now. You refuse to believe that your wife would ever do something like that. He just has to be messing with you, right? There’s no way…

“Y/n?”

You turn around to head to your car only to see Bucky not a foot away from you. You jump in surprise before trying to shake your daze as you continue to walk to your car.

“Wait, what did Vision want? What happened?”

You just shake your head because you can’t talk about it right now. You’re still trying to force the image of Wanda doing anything like that with anyone out of your mind. She’s never mentioned resorting to anything like that, but then again she’s never told you the protocol because you’ve never asked. There were a lot of elements of Wanda’s job that you didn’t get details on and you were fine with this for the most part. It was for your peace of mind as well as hers, but you’re just now realizing that with all of these gaps in your knowledge, Wanda could do anything she wanted without you ever knowing.

“Nothing, he was just being a dick.”

You don’t elaborate and Bucky realizes that you’re not going to right now so he just makes a note to ask you again later. He gets in his own car as you put Boone in your backseat before opening the driver’s side door. You start out of the garage and pull onto the road before you start having the intrusive thoughts again. You imagine Wanda sleeping with these nameless, faceless men, and then Clark and you find yourself gripping the steering wheel so hard your hands hurt. You squeeze your eyes shut as you shake your head. There’s no way Wanda would do something like that without telling you, right?

You’re halfway to work before you cave and speak into your coms.

“Bucky?”

There’s a brief period of silence before he responds. “What’s up?”

You don’t ask immediately because you’re not sure how to without implying that there’s something wrong, or that you don’t trust Wanda. That’s not the issue. The issue is Vision being a manipulative shit that continues to make you doubt your worth like he has for years.

“Do you---does anyone stand in the room with Wands when she interrogates people?”

The length of silence that you’re met with makes you worry that you didn’t ask your question well. Bucky is trying to figure out why you’re suddenly curious and what Vision could have possibly said to you. Eventually he just shakes his head before answering honestly. He really wishes this conversation was face to face because he’s sure it would have been more telling than this.

“Not usually. Someone’s on standby though if she needs us.”

You take a deep breath before you bite your tongue to keep from crying. You sit up in your seat and start driving a little faster as you respond through clenched teeth.

“Okay, thanks.”

Wanda hadn’t been expecting a visit from Vision today. He’d said he would update her mid-week, but the fact he’s here now is a little confusing to her. She doesn’t ask too many questions though, and she just tries to wait patiently for him to show up.

Pietro was using his office, so Wanda’s set up shop in one down the hall that has been recently vacated. She’s not here much honestly but she needs some place to go that doesn’t displace her brother. She’s glancing out the window wondering if it’s going to rain today when there’s a knock on the door. She turns and isn’t surprised to see Vision there, but she hadn’t expected him to look so uneasy.

“Vision, what’s wrong?”

He walks into the room and shakes his head before he sits down. He organizes the papers in his lap needlessly before shooting the redhead a faux concerned look.

“I was just coming up in the elevator and I ran into Y/n. She seemed upset about something but was in her car before I could even ask.”

Wanda has to remind herself that Vision could be lying. You didn’t call her to tell her about anything happening so maybe it wasn’t true. Maybe the two of you just had another awkward, barely civil interaction. She made a mental note to call you later, but for now she appeared appropriately concerned.

“Really? She didn’t mention anything. I’ll call her after this.”

Vision just nods before muttering something about that being a good idea before he looks to Wanda with a frown.

“I’m actually meeting with Pietro soon for a routine check in, but I did want to stop by and see if you were feeling any better.”

Wanda’s surprised by this and she doesn’t bother hiding it. She had assumed that Vision had ‘news’ about Rumlow or Strucker, but she supposed this was wishful thinking. It had only been a couple of days since they last talked after all. She smiles slightly before shifting in her seat and nodding.

“I am, thank you. This weekend was just tough.”

Wanda was telling the truth. The amount the two of you were able to get done this weekend made her feel a little better about being on the offensive. You spent a lot of your time with Yelena, Nat and Bucky while she talked with her brother and Nat about figuring out how to tail the man in front of her. She smiles again as he stands up preparing to leave with a nod. He’s smiling and it takes a lot of her self-control to not glare at him.

“I’m glad to hear it. I’ll be around again when I have news.”

Wanda nods and watches as Vision leaves and shuts the door before she’s reaching for her phone. She’s not certain that she believes what Vision said about you, but it wouldn’t hurt to check in. She’s calling you and waiting for you to pick up for what seems like forever. By the fifth ring it goes to voicemail and Wanda decides to just call back later. You’re probably just getting started at work and won’t be available to talk anyway. She sighs as she tries to figure out what to do with the rest of her day.

You manage to make it through most of the workday without thinking about your conversation with Vision this morning. It’s not until you find yourself waiting for your last appointment that you have to wander around the hospital to distract yourself from your thoughts. You’ve finished all of your records, call backs and prescription requests so you have nothing left to do until your last patient shows.

You find a couple of assistants in the back getting blood on a cat, so you just leave them to it and go visit Boone. He’s hanging out in the runs and he was lying down when you check on him. You decide to leave him be because you don’t have much time to spare. You take your phone out and see that Wanda called you again. You figure she’s checking in, but you really can’t talk to her right now. You won’t be able to without mentioning what Vision said, and you don’t want to have this conversation over the phone.

If she’s truly worried about you she’ll reach out to Bucky, but for now you’re just going to wait. When your appointment arrives, you are quick to jump into it, grateful for the distraction, but it doesn’t last nearly long enough. You’re out and back by yourself in no time, but at least you’re able to leave soon.

You make a trip back to the treatment area to look for the assistant you’d been working with to let her know you were heading out soon. As you walk back there you see a plate of cookies on the table where food that’s up for grabs usually lived. You had a weakness for sweets and couldn’t help but take one and start to eat it absentmindedly. You continue your search through the hospital for your assistant, and as you turn a corner, you are close to running into her as she comes out of the bathroom.

“Oh sorry, Hayley. I was just about to head out---. What’s wrong?”

You stop short when you realize the blonde is staring at you wide-eyed in concern. She’s looking between you and the cookie and you feel your face grow hot when you realize you might have done something wrong.

“What’s wrong, was I not supposed to eat this? It was on the table and I thought--.”

Hayley’s shaking her head before she takes a step around you and looks around for something.

“Uh no it’s fine! But uh- Tyler made those with CBD.”

You don’t say anything immediately because you hope that she’s going to say psych or something like that. When she doesn’t you just let out a humorless laugh before nodding in understanding. Of course this would happen to you. Of course it would. You nod again before trying to figure out what to do, but you honestly just need to get out of here. You don’t want to be stuck at work when the side effects, if any hit you.

“Oh. Well, I should probably get home then. Goodnight.”

The assistant just nods and offers an apologetic look before you hurry upstairs to grab your things. You grab Boone and head to your car before you start talking.

“Did you hear any of that Bucky?”

The older man tells you that he couldn’t really hear much over the dogs barking in the background and you just laugh before nodding and getting in your car. Boone’s buckled up in the backseat and you start the car with a sense of urgency.

“Okay, well apparently I just ate a cookie with CBD in it, so I’m going to speed home a little.”

Bucky’s eyes widen and he quickly starts his car to follow you out of the parking lot. You wait until you know he can follow you before turning onto the road and taking off. You sigh in annoyance as you think about how this is not how you wanted tonight to go. Not in the slightest.

“Shit, seriously? Who brings that to work.”

You shake your head because you’re not sure honestly. You’ll address it tomorrow once you’re in a better frame of mind, but right now you’re worried about getting back before the side effects hit. You are just going to have to sleep it off or something, and save the difficult conversation with Wanda for tomorrow.

“I don’t know, and I don’t know how much was in it. But I need you to do me a favor, Buck.”

He just waits for you to say it even though he has a good idea of what you’re going to say. You merge onto the highway and hit 75 in record time before you respond. It’s usually a 40-minute drive, and you’re trying to cut it down as much as possible.

“Don’t tell Wanda until we’re almost there, and if I’m really out of it, don’t let her talk to me.”

You can tell by Bucky’s silence that he takes issue with something, if not both of the things that you say. You’re tapping your foot nervously as you try to find a balance between getting home quickly and not getting a speeding ticket.

“I can do the first one I guess, but why don’t you want Wanda to talk to you?”

You sigh as you realize that you’re going to have to give him a reason. You have to tell him about what Vision said despite not wanting to think about it. If you do end up so high you can barely think, you’re going to want someone to be able to explain your reluctance to be alone with your wife. You groan under your breath before you tighten your grip on the steering wheel.

“I’m afraid she’ll ask about what Vision told me this morning, and I can’t talk about it high. I just--.”

You trail off and move one lane over to try and go a little faster. You’re lucky Steve isn’t the one tailing you because he would be reluctant to drive this quickly, regardless of the circumstances. You nearly forget to respond to Bucky as you focus on the number of miles you have to drive, but he reminds you and you realize you can’t stall much longer.

“Just…”

You take a deep breath before you just come out and say it.

“Vision told me that Wands sometimes has sex with the people she interrogates.”

Bucky’s jaw drops as he tries to figure out why the hell Vision would tell you such bull. He’s shaking his head and stepping on the gas as he continues to follow you.

“That’s bullshit, Y/n. She’s never done anything close to that.”

You don’t respond immediately, but you close your eyes briefly as you sigh silently in relief. Hearing Bucky say this definitely makes you feel better. Despite not believing it, you are glad that Bucky didn’t hesitate to call Vision out. So now you have to deal with Vision being a lying asshole who’s clearly trying to manipulate you again. You hadn’t told anyone but Nat and Yelena about how Vision made you feel early on during your relationship with Wanda. After she’d introduced you to the family. Vision had found out about you and he’d been deadest against your relationship. This part hadn’t been a secret, just the fact that he often found you and left you feeling insecure with snide remarks about Wanda’s standards and how you didn’t fit into her life. You tried not to believe him but after a while it started to wear on you and you’d ending up breaking down and crying to Nat one night. You’d been drinking and hadn’t wanted to go home to Wanda, so you’d turned to Nat and she’d been living with Yelena and well it had all come out. You’d told them how Vision treated you like trash and made you feel even worse.

They were such good friends and they reassured you that he was just jealous and insecure and that you and Wanda were great together. They told you that Wanda loved you and nearly everything about you. You’d sworn them to secrecy that night, asking them not to tell anyone, especially Wanda about how Vision ridiculed you.

That was over a decade ago, and despite being more secure in your relationship and having more faith in yourself, sometimes you’d hear his voice mocking you.

“I promise you she doesn’t, Y/n. Someone’s always listening in and we’d definitely know.”

You don’t realize you’re crying until you can’t see the road and you almost miss the exit. You curse under your breath before turning sharply and wiping your eyes at the same time. You must be feeling the effects now because you feel hyperaware of your surroundings and feel a little bit like you’re floating.

“Not to mention she loves you and would never do that to you.”

You’re crying harder now as you nod and wait for the light to change so you can hurry and get back. Bucky’s getting a little more concerned about you, but he doesn’t have time to ask how you’re feeling before you speak up.

“I know she wouldn’t. I knew it was bullshit, but he’s just always so—God he always does this to me.”

Bucky doesn’t get a chance to ask what you mean by that before his phone rings and he sees it’s Wanda. You’d ignored her calls all day and she wanted to make sure you were okay. Bucky tells you that she’s calling and you groan in annoyance before making the turn and heading down the road. Only about 10 more miles before you’re home.

“Go ahead and answer it. Tell her what happened, but don’t mention Vision, please, Bucky.”

He doesn’t want to leave you without a way to talk to him but he knows that if he doesn’t answer Wanda will get nervous. So, he promises to be right back before cutting communication with you and answering his phone.

“Hey, Wanda.”

“Hi Bucky. Are you two on your way home yet?”

Bucky tightens his grip on the steering wheel before near flooring it to keep up with you. He’s not looking forward to any of this, but he promised to have your back so he’s just going to deal with it.

“Yeah, we are, and uh Wanda, Y/n’s a little high.”

Wanda stops what she’s doing when Bucky says this and Fletcher takes this as an invitation to jump up on the counter and explore. She’d been cooking dinner for you and was nearly done when she decided to call in and see how long you’d be. You didn’t answer for the fourth time today, so she’d called Bucky. She had not been expecting him to say this though.

“She’s what?”

Wanda was pissed before Bucky even started to explain. He said that you’d eaten a cookie right before leaving without knowing that it had CBD in it, and Wanda just groans under her breath. She’s only seen you on CBD once and it was bad. Way worse than you being on pot. The high is different, near hallucinogenic and you hated how trippy it made you feel. You had a panic attack last time before vomiting and falling asleep.

“Jesus, okay, is she—is she driving home??”

Bucky knew she was going to ask this, so he’s grateful that he can tell Wanda that they’re almost there. Wanda doesn’t hesitate to turn off the stove and cover dinner so Fletcher can’t get to it before she grabs some shoes and heads downstairs.

“I’ll meet you downstairs.”

Wanda’s about to hang up, but Bucky speaks up before she gets the chance. She’s opening the door and stepping outside when the brunette mentions what you’d just told him.

“Wanda, wait. There’s one more thing.”

When you arrive to the compound, you’re surprised you’re able to park you’re so out of it. You feel your head spin as you move to get out of the car. You groan as you hold yourself up against the car, not even able to open the door to get Boone out.

“Here, let me help.”

You assume it’s Bucky but you can’t be sure as you just nod and close your eyes. You hear the door slam though and you jump before you shake your head and try to clear your mind enough to walk to the elevator. You walk slowly, like you’re unsure of where your feet are and you almost trip over Boone.

“Shit.”

“Hold on, Y/n. Wanda’s on her way.”

You stiffen at this and shoot him a confused look that he just returns when you walk ahead of him for the elevator. You seem totally fine until you run into the wall and can’t hit the buttons to save your life. Bucky curses as he and Boone run after you and he steadies you as you walk in and take a deep breath. You feel just like you felt last time you’d taken CBD. Your heartbeat was so loud and you felt your chest constricting as you fought to keep your eyes focused on anything.

You take deep breaths as you double over and put your hands on your knees to try and focus. You don’t hear Boone whining as he nudges you with his nose, you’re too focused on breathing in and out. You need to remind yourself that you can breathe and that the tightness is just the drug, it’s all in your head.

“Bucky?”

The brunette reaches out for you as the elevator doors open just in case you vomit, fall or God forbid try to run out on your own.

“Yeah?”

As soon as he asks this he looks up and sees Wanda waiting on the other side. She looks to you first and her expression becomes concerned when she takes in your appearance. You attempt to stand up straight when Bucky’s hand lands on your shoulder, and you look to him before speaking.

“Don’t let me tell Wanda about it okay? I can’t—not right now, I’ll say something I regret.”

Speaking of regret, as soon as you turn to head out the doors you see someone who looks remarkably like your wife. She’s frowning at you and wondering what exactly you’re talking about. Despite getting a rundown from Bucky about what Vision had told you this morning, she’s not sure what your take on it was and she supposes you could be mad at her. She hadn’t anticipated this though so she’s a little lost for words when she watches you realize that you recognize her.

“Oh. Wanda.”

Wanda decides not to worry about what you just said right now. She has more important things to worry about. Her priority was getting you safely upstairs and she reaches out for you before leading you off the elevator.

“Come here, detka. Let’s get you upstairs.”

You don’t say anything, only nod and you hold onto your wife for dear life. You figure that she must have heard what you said and that it was useless to try and delay this conversation. You just had to believe that Bucky told her how you felt about it and she knew you weren’t mad. At least not at her.

“Thanks, Wands. I’m sorry for this. I didn’t think. It was a cookie and who brings CBD cookies to work…I mean I know it’s legal, but at least label it, I mean—woah.”

You and Wanda had almost forgotten about how you ramble when you’re high and you can go from totally fine to insanely nauseous at the drop of a hat. You stumble into the second elevator and feel yourself sway as it starts to move. Wanda holds onto you by your waist as she tries to keep you quiet.

“It’s okay, Y/n. It’s not your fault. I’m just glad you’re here now.”

You nod in agreement before you rest your head on your wife’s shoulder. You’re tired and closing your eyes stops the world from spinning which makes you feel much better. You still hear your loud pulse in your ears and it makes you worried that it’s too fast. You’re taking short rapid breaths by the time you arrive to your rooms and Wanda realizes what the sequalae to this is and quickly gets you inside.

“Bucky can you get some water please?”

He nods before he sets your things by the door and hurries to the kitchen. Boone looks between you and Bucky not sure of where to go, but he decides to walk up to you and check on you. You’re sitting down with your hands on your knees as you force yourself to breathe calmly. You close your eyes when the floor starts to move beneath you and your breathing quickens.

“Y/n, it’s okay. You can breathe detka. Just pay attention to me, okay? Don’t listen to it.”

Bucky’s a little confused but you understand what Wanda’s trying to do. She’s distracting you from listening to your racing pulse, and forcing you to focus on getting air. Wanda has a hand on your back and right above your heart to try and ground you. You squeeze your eyes shut as you try to focus on this and the furry head between your legs.

“B-Boone, hey.”

He whines at you before pushing his head further into you. You take a deep shuddering breath before holding him to you in a hug. He obediently stays pressed against your stomach while Bucky hands Wanda the water. She thanks him before turning to you and holding it out to you.

“You need to drink something, Y/n. Can you try?”

You nod despite not knowing if you can do it. You’ll try to do anything that Wanda asks of you and you look up before reaching out for the glass with a shaky hand. Your wife just shakes her head before holding it up for you.

“Here, let me, okay?”

You nod and just wait until you feel the glass against your lips. You manage to drink some before you jerk your head away as you heart beats particularly fast for a few seconds and you cringe. Water spills on Boone and he looks up but doesn’t pull away from you. You let him go to put a hand to your chest and Wanda sets down the water so she can reach out for you.

“Should I call a doctor?”

Wanda shakes her head because she’s certain that once she can get you to calm down, you’ll feel much better. She just has to get over that hurdle first, and Bucky just watches as she takes your hands and brings them to her shoulders.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry I didn’t mean to.”

You start apologizing and Wanda just shakes her head not that you can follow it. You start to breathe raggedly and can feel your anxiety increase with each breath you take. Wanda smiles at you before she takes a deep breath. She exaggerates her movements so you can feel her take each breath and you try to focus on this instead of your own body.

“It’s okay. It’s not your fault. Can you follow my breathing? Breathe with me, in and out.”

You take a few seconds to follow what Wanda says, but eventually you manage to follow her movements and her words. In and out. In and out. You continue to breathe feeling your lungs expand and your chest loosen ever so slightly. You glance down to see that Boone is still lying against you watching you carefully. If you weren’t terrified of taking your hands off your wife you would pull him up into your lap and kiss him.

“I’m sorry, Wands. I-I know better than to believe anything Vision says.”

Wanda smiles sadly when she realizes what you’re talking about and she releases your hands once she knows that you’ll keep them on her shoulders before reaching out for you. She cups your face before she kisses your forehead. You close your eyes and sigh heavily before you continue to breathe, in and out. In and out.

“I’m sorry he said that to you. If I had known earlier, I would have punched him in the face this morning.”

You can’t help but laugh slightly at this and the sound makes Wanda smile wider. She runs her fingers along your chin to wipe away the spilt water before she leans in and kisses you.

“The idea of doing that with anyone other than you is unfathomable. I hope you know that.”

You nod and you can feel tears starting to fill your eyes and your breathing starts to stutter again. You drop a hand from your wife’s shoulder and reach down to pet Boone who immediately licks your hand in return. You smile and try to focus on your two favorite beings in your arms.

“I know- I know. I just—he’s always done this—I let him manipulate me again.”

You are paying attention to Boone in your lap, so you miss the look that Wanda shoots Bucky when you say this. They both are a little confused by what you’re talking about, but now is not the time to ask about it. Wanda just needs to get you to bed and maybe get you to drink a little more.

“We’ll talk about that later. For now, do you think you can make it to bed.”

You don’t answer immediately because you’re not sure, and you also want Wanda to go with you. You don’t want to be alone right now. You don’t realize that you say this out loud though until Wanda takes both of your hands and smiles at you reassuringly.

“I’ll stay with you, okay? Let’s give it a shot.”

You just nod before you start to stand up. Boone is quick to get out of the way, and you hold onto Wanda’s hands as you stumble slightly but find your footing quickly and start for the bedroom with a sigh.

“Okay new rule. My food only.”

Wanda and Bucky can’t help but laugh at this and Wanda nods in agreement as she follows Boone’s lead into the bedroom. She tells you that sounds like a good idea before she leads you to the bed. When you sit down you see Boone in front of you and you try to jump back up to your feet. Wanda stops you quickly before shooting you a questioning look.

“Boone! I need to feed him and walk him and then--.”

Wanda shakes her head and Bucky speaks up quickly. He has a feeling you just need to get changed and go to sleep for a while, so he doesn’t need to stick around for that. He can help in another way though, and he’s already walking towards Boone when Wanda turns to him.

“I can do that, Y/n. Just rest up, okay?”

You turn to Bucky and your eyes widen slightly. You had forgotten that he was there and you feel a little bad about it. You shoot him a grateful smile before turning slightly so you can lie down.

“Thank you, Buck. And thanks for not listening to me.”

Bucky smiles before nodding in response and grabbing Boone’s leash. He gets the idea and he jumps excitedly as Bucky leads him out of the bedroom, the door closing gently behind him.

“Not a problem, kid.”

You’re about to close your eyes and roll over when Wanda speaks up. She reminds you that you’re still in your work clothes and you would be more comfortable if you changed into something else. You sigh and nod before sitting back up and making to get up.

“Sit, dekta, I’ll find something for you.”

You just nod in agreement because you’re too tired to really argue. You just stare at the ground while you wait for Wanda to grab you a change of clothes. Your stomach growls loudly and you look down at it in confusion before you realize that it must be late and you’re probably hungry. Wanda reaches this same conclusion and once she’s brought you clothes, she decides she’ll get you some food.

“Let’s get you changed then I’ll grab you something to eat.”

You don’t respond because you’re struggling to get your shirt off and you eventually just give up with a groan. Wanda grabs it and pulls it over your head before trying to put the new one on, but you’re standing up to take off your pants before she gets the chance. She sighs in defeat but just goes with it and helps you balance while you change your pants. She hands you the shirt and you get it on most of the way by yourself before you collapse back onto the bed.

“I’ll go grab your food, okay? I’ll be right back.”

You don’t realize you’ve started to shiver before you shake your head and try to speak. You’re suddenly cold but feverish and you realize that you’re onto the next phase of feeling like crap. Less breathing issues, but more annoying thermoregulation issues.

“W-wait, can you…can you stay with me instead. Please?”

Similar to how you have issues saying no to Wanda, she has an equally difficult time saying no to you. When you’re being reckless with Yelena, or you want her to watch a horror movie with you she finds it easy to put her foot down. However, whenever you’re asking for her attention, or simply her company she can never refuse you. So she nods easily as she takes off her shoes and jacket before lying down next to you. She grabs the blanket at the foot of the bed and throws it over both of you before she moves closer to you. You immediately reach out for her and hold her close despite your shivering.

“T-thank you, Wands.”

She just smiles at you before she tries to relax against you. It’s difficult because you’re shivering, but also hot to the touch and you can’t seem to get settled. You turn around to face your wife and you whine as you curl yourself up into a ball and hide your face in her stomach. You groan before trying to speak through your emerging nausea.

“You cooked dinner. I’m sorry we didn’t eat it.”

Wanda shakes her head before she shushes you and runs her fingers through your hair. It takes you a minute to figure out if it’s helping or hurting, but in the end the touch is a welcome distraction from your nausea.

“Don’t worry about it. It’ll keep.”

You don’t say anything for a while as you try to fight off the urge to vomit. You remember that the last phase of being high on CBD is the nausea and fever phase. You can’t remember how long it lasts but hopefully not too much longer.

“I love you, Y/n. You’re the most important person in my life.”

You hold Wanda tighter when she says this and you take a deep breath as you try to let her words sink in. You don’t realize you’re crying until you sniffle a minute later. You’re immediately embarrassed and you wipe your eyes before hiding your face from your wife. Despite this, she hears what you say and she can’t stop her heart from breaking at your words.

“Thank you for loving me. I-I know I don’t de-deserve you.”

Wanda has a lot she’d like to say in response to this, but when she realizes you’re falling asleep she lets it go for now. She doesn’t want to argue with your when you’re not coherent, but she’s adding this to the ever-growing list of things to ask you about once you’re feeling better. She shakes her head still before she kisses the top of yours with a sigh.

“You’re far more than I deserve, Y/n. Far more.”

When you wake up next you feel that you’ve returned to your senses. The clarity of your surroundings is as it should be, and you immediately groan when you see that the clock says 11:30. You turn over and see that your wife is asleep in bed beside you and you feel guilty all over again for dragging her into your nonsense. You sit up slowly before you rub the sleep from your eyes and realize how dry your mouth is. You’re also starving so you get up and wander to the kitchen for water and food. Boone is sitting out in the living room and he immediately turns at the sound of your footsteps and he jumps to his feet to greet you.

“Hey buddy. You’re such a good boy.”

You remember most of what happened and you love that Boone stayed by your side. He wanted to take care of you, and you love him for it. You remember how anxious you were and how sweet Wanda was when trying to calm you down and make you feel better. You hate being vulnerable, but you’re grateful that it was in front of someone you know won’t hold it against you. You sigh as you refill your glass before opening the fridge. Bucky must have put up the food Wanda made, and you immediately spot it and your mouth practically waters despite not knowing what it is.

“Hungry?”

You nearly drop the pot on the ground in surprise at the sound of Wanda’s voice. You turn quickly and see your wife heading toward the counter with a small smile. She runs her hand through her tangled hair before helping you by grabbing plates from the cupboard. You smile back at her before nodding and setting the pot back on the stove. You turn on the heat before turning to your wife and reaching out for her.

“I’m sorry, Wanda. I know you didn’t plan on tonight being like this.”

Wanda nods in agreement but she knows for a fact you didn’t either. This was an accident, and sure if it hadn’t been she’d be a little ticked, but since it was, she didn’t blame you at all. She just felt bad that you had to spend your night feeling paranoid and crappy instead of relaxing after your first day back at work.

“It’s not your fault, Y/n, and despite agreeing to that ‘only your food’ rule, I’m mostly concerned about other things.”

You don’t have to think too long about what those are, but luckily the bubbling food in front of you requires your immediate attention. You take one of the plates offered and pile food on top of it before handing it to your wife. You make your own plate before walking towards the table that still has silverware set out.

“Like what?”

You have a pretty good idea of what Wanda’s getting at, but you don’t want to bring it up first if you don’t have to. You already screwed up and mentioned why you hate Vision and there is no way you are getting out of explaining that without some divine intervention. You suppose it’s time to tell Wanda about what really happened, it’s been nearly 10 years after all. You focus on your food so you miss Wanda’s look as she sits down across from you with a sigh. She’s not sure now is the best time to have this conversation, but the words you’d said earlier about Vision are just ricocheting around her head.

“Do you remember what you said about Vision?”

You set your fork down because you really can’t talk about this right now. You’re still a little off from earlier and your emotions are running high, but one look at Wanda tells you she’s not going to drop it. Still, you’ve always been a wishful thinker, so you might as well try.

“If I say no, can we pretend I never said anything?”

Wanda unsurprisingly shakes her head as she studies you carefully. You’re antsy for sure, but you avoiding this, or at least trying to the way you are makes her realize it must be bad. It’s something beyond what Vision told you today, and the thought that he’s tormented you, manipulated you right under her nose makes her furious. She would change her mind right now and send someone to kill Vision tonight if you gave her a good enough reason to.

“Absolutely not. I need to know what I’m killing him for.”

This makes you pause and you look to Wanda only to see that she appears completely serious. You just look back down to your plate and start to eat with a shake of your head. You try to take a few bites because you have a feeling you won’t be able to eat much once you start talking.

“It’s really not a big d--.”

Wanda doesn’t even let you finish your pathetic attempt to get the subject dropped. She shoots you a stern look that shuts you up quickly as she speaks.

“Don’t you dare, Y/n. I know you better than that. Now tell me what Vision did to you.”

You don’t say anything for the longest time as you think about how it all started. You remember feeling three inches tall and not worthy to even look at Wanda let alone be with her. Despite everything she told you and what you felt from her, Vision had crept in and hit you where you were most vulnerable. He’d cut you down to size and almost made you leave the love of your life, all because he was jealous. You try to keep this part in mind as you look back up at your wife. She looks worried and angry at the same time, and you tell yourself that she’s not mad at you. She just wants you to tell the truth. You take a deep breath before you sit back in your chair and start talking.

“It started after you introduced me to Yelena and Nat as your girlfriend. News quickly spread to Vision and he started to pop up everywhere.”

Wanda’s a little surprised to hear how early in your relationship this started, but she doesn’t dare interrupt as she watches your expression change. You look for Boone only to reach out and pet him once you see he’s beside you. You smile despite what you say next, and Wanda’s face falls as you start to put the story together.

“He would always seek me out when I was alone, and I swear every time he had something else to say that made me feel so unworthy of being with you, let alone breathing the same air as you.”

You shake your head as you remember how his cruel smile had haunted you for months, and how long it had taken you to realize his jealousy fueled his words that were ultimately lies.

“He was jealous, and I knew that, but he was so good at exploiting my weakness and I started to find it harder and harder to disagree with what he was saying.”

Wanda has to push her anger at Vision aside for the time being and just focus on you. She’s horrified to hear what Vision did to you so long ago, but she’s equally horrified by the fact that you hadn’t told her about it sooner. She can’t stop herself from asking despite knowing it wasn’t the most important thing, and when she sees you flinch, she realizes she shouldn’t have pushed.

“Why didn’t you tell me he was doing this?”

You shake your head as you think about the many times you’d considered doing just that. You had almost convinced yourself to do it, but in the end you just couldn’t. You were already so out of your league that you just didn’t want to rock the boat or give Wanda a reason to see that you really weren’t right for her. You were insecure, you were still in school and honestly what could you really offer her?

“I couldn’t do that, Wanda. Some of the things he said…they weren’t wrong and I just didn’t want to give you a reason to change your mind about us.”

Wanda doesn’t say anything immediately. She just pushes her chair back from the table and stands up to come to your side. You don’t say anything either, but just watch as she moves to sit next to you with a pleading look. She reaches for your hand and you give her your full attention once you realize she has tears in her eyes.

“Detka, whatever poison Vision fed to you about not being good enough wasn’t true. I don’t care what he said, and I wish I could have known then because he would no longer be with us, but I mostly hate that you felt this way.”

She squeezes your hand as she wipes tears from her eyes. She’s crying mostly out of frustration and hurt. She’s angry with herself for not noticing this when it happened, and not doing her job of letting you know you were loved back them. She hurts to think about how miserable you must have felt while keeping all of this to yourself. She breaths in a shaky breath before she’s reaching to wipe the tears you hadn’t noticed falling.

“I’m sorry that I failed you, Y/n. That you didn’t know how much I loved you even then. I had already decided to spend the rest of my life with you. I should have told you how I felt earlier, maybe if I had Vision wouldn’t have gotten to you. I’m so sorry.”

You’re shaking your head because you don’t want Wanda to take the blame for this. You’re the one who hid your feelings and what Vision was doing from her. How could she have known you were feeling insecure without you telling her? She was smart, but she’d been busy and she couldn’t read your mind. You lean into her and rest your forehead against hers as you take a deep breath.

“It’s not your fault, Wands. I should have told you; I knew you loved me, I did, but then at the party--.”

You trail off because you hadn’t meant to mention that, and you realize too late that Wanda caught your slip up. She’s frowning again as she looks at you, and you’re trying to figure out how to backtrack when she asks you to elaborate.

“What party?”

After leaving you and Wanda, Bucky had tried to go to sleep without a lot of success. He’d tossed and turned for an hour or so before he’d decided to call it quits. He couldn’t stop thinking about what you’d said about Vision being manipulative. He’d spent a lot of time with you over the years, and as far as he knew, you had limited interactions with Vision. They were near unpleasant and as short as possible for both of your sakes. It was obvious to anyone with eyes that Vision was jealous of you. He’d fallen for Wanda almost immediately and seeing her get married to someone else wasn’t easy for him.

Still, this didn’t excuse whatever it was that he did to you, and he was dying to figure out what it was. He was feeling guilty that he’d missed something, that he’d missed you feeling miserable from whatever Vision did. He decides around 10 to go down to the gym and hit something for a while when it occurs to him who he can ask. He walks in and sees Nat already on the treadmill, and she turns when she hears the door open. She opens her mouth to greet him but sees how angry he is.

“What’s wrong, Buck? Why so down?”

Nat watches as Bucky walks by her to head to one of the punching bags. He doesn’t even bother to put on gloves before hitting once, twice and then again.

“Vision’s a massive pain in the ass.”

Nat doesn’t disagree in the least, but she’s not sure where this is coming from. Rather, she wonders what Vision did this time. She noticed him around the compound this morning, but she wasn’t a glutton for punishment. She would never purposely seek him out for just any reason.

“Agreed, what did he do now?”

Bucky punches the bag one more time, sending it reeling before he shakes out his hand and looks around the room for gloves. He needs them if he’s going to keep this up which he definitely needs to if he doesn’t want to replace this bag with Vision’s face. Bucky shakes his head as he turns to face Nat who’s off the treadmill at this point.

“Vision told Y/n that Wanda uses sex in interrogations, can you believe that?”

If Nat had opened the water bottle in her hand and taken a sip, she would have spit it out all over Bucky. Her jaw drops and she draws back slightly at the horrifying image that this brings to mind.

“What the fuck is his problem?”

Bucky shakes his head furiously as he winds up another punch but stops short as he really considers this. Vision’s a little fucked up for sure, but why would he tell you something like this knowing that Wanda would find out? There’s no way she wouldn’t and once she did, she would of course go to Vision to tell him off. What does Vision gain from this particular lie?

“I don’t know, and why would he tell a lie that’s already gotten back to Wanda?”

Nat frowns at this as she realizes Bucky has a point. Vision was obsessed with Wanda when the redhead first met the older man. He’s simmered down a little but he definitely still carried a near bonfire of a torch for her. Does he think that lying to her wife will get him in her good graces? Vision is either dumb as fuck, or he has something up his sleeve.

She’s about to say some if not all of this when Bucky speaks up and renders her speechless.

“Not only that but just now when Y/n was high from that cookie she admitted that Vision’s harassed her or something? I have no idea what she’s talking about, and Wanda doesn’t either, and it’s pissing me off!”

Bucky continues to assault the bag in front of him as Nat stands in silence at the news of you bringing this up. She’s just ignoring the fact that you were apparently high because she doesn’t have the mental capacity to think about that right now. Instead, she focuses on you apparently admitting to your wife and Bucky that you have an unsavory past with Vision.

You’d told her and Yelena this in confidence and sworn them to secrecy. She honestly would have thought you’d tell Wanda by now, but apparently not. She’s not sure what she can say in this case without giving herself away.

You realize you’ve made a mistake, and you are unlikely to be able to fix it as you look to your confused wife. Wanda’s tired of the unpleasant surprises she’s getting this evening, and the thought of one more makes her want to scream. She hates that you seem to still be suffering at Vision’s hands and she swears the next time she sees him, she’s going to throttle him.

“What party, Y/n?”

You sigh before wiping your eyes and reaching for your glass of water on the table.

“It was when I was still in school. You had some donor’s shin dig that I wasn’t going to be able to make, so you went alone.”

You took a swig of the water wishing it was alcohol before setting it down with a thud. You can’t look Wanda in the eye because saying it out loud makes it sound even stupider than it did in your head, and it sounded pretty stupid.

“I got out early and showed up later to find the party in full swing, and you on Vision’s arm.”

You have to blink away the memory of that heartbreaking sight before you shake your head.

“You two looked like the perfect couple and I just stood there watching everyone treat you like one before I just left. I ran and honestly planned to go drink myself to death, but Nat had seen me and ran after me.”

Wanda stiffens slightly at the news that Nat was somehow involved in this. Did she know about this before her? Has she known this whole time and never told her? She doesn’t have time to get upset before you continue your depressing story.

“I ended up breaking down and telling her everything. I spent the night at her place, that she shared with Yelena at that time so uh she found out, but I swore them both to secrecy.”

Suddenly it clicks, and Wanda remembers the night that you’re talking about. She attended a lot of events without you unfortunately, but there had only been one where Nat disappeared and then she couldn’t get in touch with you all night. You hadn’t come home and it wasn’t until she’d contacted Nat that she found out where you were. She’d been so worried and then so confused and jealous to hear that you weren’t coming home but instead staying with Nat.

“I came home the next morning and you were so worried and loving that I just…I believed that you really did love me and I just decided to hate Vision until the end of time.”

You manage a weak smile, but it disappears when you see Wanda’s expression. She’s stunned and you immediately feel bad about keeping her in the dark for all this time. You honestly don’t know what telling her would have done. How it would have changed things, but Wanda’s answering that question for you with the next words out of her mouth.

“I’m going to kill, Vision, and I’m going to enjoy it.”

Vision laid in bed staring up at the ceiling as he listened to the recording play for maybe the fifth time. He’s had it on repeat since he finished editing the other one in preparation for tomorrow, but he’s since just listened to the uncut version that he’s had and kept safely guarded for nearly 15 years. He’d changed the formatting of it since he’d obtained it, so now it was on his phone instead of on a small tape that he’d managed to hide in Wanda’s bedroom.

He sighs heavily as he closes his eyes and lets the sounds coming through his headphones wash over him. He stiffens and groans before reaching down his pants. He’s gotten in the habit of listening to this recording whenever he can’t sleep, or he finds himself longing for the redhead so much that he physically aches. Sure he’s tried sleeping with other women over the years, but it’s never done more than just satisfy a temporary need. He usually goes back to fantasizing about Wanda within the next few days and it’s gotten worse over the years.

He touches himself to the sound of Wanda’s moans, and he climaxes only a few seconds after she does. He’s panting and wide-eyed as his high washes over him and he’s groaning in annoyance only a few seconds later. This isn’t doing it for him anymore. He needs the real thing, and he needs her soon. He’s already figured out how to get rid of you, it’s just a matter of doing so in a way that won’t rouse suspicion towards him. He wants Wanda to come to him for solace after having her heart broken, but she won’t do that if she suspects him of being the one to kill you.

Vision sighs in defeat as he rolls out of bed and heads toward the bathroom. He needs to take a long cold shower and get ready to face the both of you tomorrow when Wanda inevitably calls upon him for an explanation. This wasn’t how he’d originally planned to go about it, but if he can cause conflict between you two and as a result make security lax around you, that will give him the perfect cover for taking you out.

He lets thoughts of your death soothe him to sleep later, and he falls asleep smiling for the first time in weeks.

Part 9

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wrenreid · 1 year

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Off Limits

contents: angst, grieving, alcohol consumption

Part Twenty

I finally feel a little more normal after the night of wallowing in my sorrows. My emotions are still wonky and yesterday is still on my mind, but at least I feel better.

Spencer texted me when he got up this morning, but I haven’t responded. I’m not entirely in the mood to talk to anyone yet.

Even after (mostly) sleeping through the night, I can’t shake the feeling that he’s holding back because of me. That I’m the problem. That’s how it’s always been, hasn’t it? Guys didn’t want to date me because I’m a virgin. Or if they did it wasn’t because of my personality or who I am; it was because I’m a task, something to do then check off a list. Maybe Spencer thinks I’m not even good enough for the list.

I run a hand through my dark hair, sighing softly. I’m overthinking. I’m always overthinking. I can’t just assume something based off of one or two incidents. Maybe he just truly wants to take things slow because he’s not like the guys I’ve known before. I can’t let my own insecurities and self deprecating mind get in the way of something that could actually be good. I need the optimism I had right as we decided to do whatever this relationship is back.

On my way downstairs, I shoot Spencer a good morning response. Dad is currently tightening his tie and grabbing his brief case, which means he has to go into work. They both do.

There shouldn’t be a case today, but they’ll both be busy for the majority of the day, and Jack is currently having a play date with one of his friends until after noon. Time alone.

I decide to spend my time alone binge watching an old favorite tv show from my high school years and finishing up this week’s assignments. It’s Friday, and I only have two classes today. I get my work done pretty fast then start actually paying attention to the tv screen.

CeCe calls me when I’m a solid six episodes into the show. I press pause and pick up the phone, putting her on speaker. We talk for a bit, but I decide against telling her about what happened with me and Spencer.

It’s not that I don’t want to tell her, but I don’t think this is something she needs to know. Or maybe it’s something I don’t want anyone to know. How to I put into words that my whatever he is doesn’t want to sleep with me?

A very tired Jack is dropped off around 1pm. He looks exhausted. The kid really knows how to play until he drops.

I tuck him in for a nap then head back downstairs to grab a snack and continue binge watching. The rest of the weekend consists of family time, binge watching tv, and lazily laying around the apartment.

I miss college life. I miss parties and friends. I’m glad to be home with my family, but I miss the freedom. The life I had when I was in New York. When my mom was still alive.

“How’s your weekend been?” Spencer asks when I go over to his house Sunday evening. He’s probably leaving for a case tomorrow morning, so he wanted to see me before he left.

We haven’t texted much since Thursday night when he rejected me. God, I sound pathetic, but it’s still on my mind.

“It’s been alright. Very lazy,” I answer, only half mentally here. My mind isn’t quite in his apartment. It’s not quite anywhere.

“Are you okay?” His hand touches my knee gently as his soft words reach my ears. I almost flinch, just thinking about how it’s weird to be touched by him when he quite clearly isn’t interested in that.

I nod, half assed. “Yeah.”

“Jade.”

I’m finally snapped out of my distant, mopey daze when his hand reaches under my chin and forces me to look at him. My brown eyes meet his.

“I’m sorry,” I say with a soft sigh. “Things have just been weird.”

“Do you want to talk about it?” Spencer asks, his eyes softening and his hand releasing my face.

I shake my head. Then nod. Then shrug. “It’s just… it’s been weird at home. And being at home. I’m craving for things to be the same, but they never will be again. A part of me still thinks that my mom’s death was just some fucked up dream. That I’ll see her again and she’ll tell me none of it was real. That it was just a nightmare.”

Spencer’s eyes flick down to the floor. I know he hates situations like this. Sad. Awkward. He doesn’t know what to say. I hate putting people in this situation. There isn’t a right thing to say. Nothing is going to repair the hole in my chest. Nothing is going to bring my mom back.

“I’m so sorry, Jade,” he says, his words soft and breathy.

I hate apologies. They just make me feel pitied.

“Don’t be,” I say, attempting to swallow down the lump in my throat.

He nods in understanding. “What can I do to make you feel better in this moment?”

“Be normal,” I say then laugh softly, realizing how it sounded. “I mean, just give me a normal night.”

“So no sacrificial rituals? Well, that defeats my plans,” Spencer jokes.

I shake my head but let out another soft laugh. He may be a dork, but I like it.

Spencer pulls me into him for a quick kiss. I smile up at him faintly.

What I really need right now is a distraction. A distraction from all of the shit weighing me down right now. I need him. Him to touch me. To tell me I’m pretty and make me feel good.

But I can’t ask. Not when he said what he said. He doesn’t want to have sex with me. For whatever reasons he’s holding back, I have to respect his wishes. I owe him that. And perhaps using him as a distraction isn’t a good idea anyway. I’m not sure how good it would make me feel after the matter.

My head finds its place on his shoulder as he turns on the tv. We watch whatever comes on, neither of us wanting to give our attention to a movie that we’d actually have to follow along with.

Spencer orders takeout, and we eat on his couch, talking about whatever in between bites. We don’t touch. Not in the way we have been. It’s not a bad thing really, but it just feels weird.

The next couple weeks go on per-usual. I do school work, miss my best friend, distract myself with any form of media that will clog my brain, and wait for Spencer to get home from cases or work so I can see him.

“I’m beginning to think you’re hiding something from me,” my dad says from his place on the couch. He’s reading. Something he hasn’t done too often in a long time.

I turn around to face him with a laugh. “Why?”

He shrugs, playfully, but not quite joking. “You’ve been leaving a lot. Do you have a secret family I don’t know about?”

“Ha. Ha,” I roll my eyes at his lazy attempt at a joke. “I’m just meeting up with some friends. Since CeCe’s in New York, and I’m not anymore, I’ve had to reconnect with old friends. You should be glad I’m not wallowing around the house.”

I didn’t mean it as a jab at him, but he takes it as one. He has every reason to wallow, even if he tries his best to hide it.

My dad nods, shooting me a faint smile. “Have fun. Be safe.”

I grab my bag and give him a thumbs up. “Will do.”

I hate lying to him. Especially since everything that’s happened. I was never a sneaky kid. I hardly ever disobeyed my parents.

But being honest with my father would cause a lot of drama none of us can handle right now. So he’s not in the know. And I’ll just have to get used to the knots in my stomach that form with every lie.

After walking into Spencer’s apartment, I plop down on his couch, laying my head in his lap.

“Hello to you too,” he laughs softly, looking down at me.

Things have finally gone back to normal between us. Or at least I think they have. We haven’t talked about what happened two weeks ago, and I’m very glad about that. I don’t want the awkwardness again. I like what we have right now.

We don’t take things too far. When we kiss or touch, we stay at a comfortable region for us both. We don’t try to venture out into the grey area.

“Hi,” I grin up at him.

His hands play with my hair absentmindedly, twirling some strands around his fingers. “How was your week?”

“Not too bad. It’s getting closer and closer to graduation. I’m almost officially not an undergrad student anymore.”

“They grow up so fast,” Spencer says playfully.

“Spencer?”

“Yeah?” He asks, looking down into my eyes.

“Do you feel weird lying about this? About us?”

Spencer’s lips press together for a brief moment. “I haven’t really had to lie.”

“Right,” I nod, sitting up. I situate myself to where I’m facing him, my legs crossed in a pretzel.

“Do you?”

“Kind of,” I admit. “I mean, I know I’m an adult and I don’t owe my dad any explanations, but he’s still my dad. He worries, and I think he’s catching on that I’m doing something.”

Even though technically we aren’t doing anything. Not that at least.

Spencer nods, his eyebrows pinching together. “Do you think he knows about us?”

I shake my head. “No. I don’t even think that would cross his mind. I just… I don’t know. I want things to be normal. My life has been too unnormal.”

“That’s not a word,” he says with a slight smile.

“Not the point,” I glare.

“Sorry. What would be normal for us to do?” Spencer asks, his head tilting as he looks at me.

I run a hand though my hair with a sigh. I think for a moment. I know what I need right now. “We could go to a totally normal college party?”

I look at him hopefully, but he’s already scowling. “I don’t know about that one, J.”

“C’mon, Spence. I’m 21. A party is the most normal thing I could do right now,” I tell him.

He sighs. He’s been defeated, and he knows it. “Fine. We can go to a party. And we can drink and dance, and whatever else you want to do.”

“Really?” My eyes light up.

“Mhm,” Spencer nods. “Under one condition.”

“Anything.”

“We’re not playing darts.”

A laugh takes ahold of me for a second. “Awh did I bruise your ego last time?”

“Lil bit,” he says with a grin, pinching his pointer finger and thumb together.

I roll my eyes and lean into him for a quick kiss. When I pull away, he’s still smiling. It makes me weak in a way I can’t explain.

“I’m sure you already know someone who’s throwing a party,” he says.

“It’s Saturday night. Of course I do.”

I hop up to my feet and slip my high tops back on. My outfit is already party acceptable: ripped baggy jeans, a cute top, and converse.

Spencer’s wearing too casual clothes (which I never expected to see him in in a million years), so I drag him into his room by his wrist.

I have him sit at the edge of the bed while I find clothes for him to wear.

“I’m not a Ken doll, Jade,” he says but I turn around and press my finger to his lips.

“Shh. You are one tonight.”

“That’s such a weird thing to say,” Spencer laughs softly.

I flash him a grin before finding a cream-colored sweater and dark jeans for him to wear. Usually, he’s in dress pants, but these jeans are almost black, so they’re still nice. Not too out of his comfort zone.

I turn around so he can change, not wanting to invade his privacy since we haven’t gotten to that part of our relationship yet.

When I turn to face him again, he’s pulling down the sweater. “Not too shabby, Dr. Reid. You look hot.”

A blush creeps up onto his cheeks. “Thank you. Can we go before I change my mind and beg you to let us stay?”

We head down to the parking lot, and I find the address for one of my friend’s friend’s parties. Instead of taking his car, we get an uber. I know he doesn’t plan to get wasted or anything, but he doesn’t want to drive even after just one or two drinks.

Spencer grabs my hand as we walk up to the front door. The host greets us and asks who I am. I tell him I’m friend with Preston, and that triggers his memory of me. It comes in handy knowing people.

Jade leads me into the house, and we immediately head for the kitchen to grab a drink. I need it if I’m going to be out with all of these strangers for most of the night.

“Try to have fun, okay?” She asks, shooting me a look.

I must’ve had the words “I already want to leave” written across my forehead. I hold up my hands in defense. “Yes ma’am.”

For the duration of the night, I feel like I’m her lap dog that’s following her around everywhere she goes. My entire college years, I didn’t go to parties, but now I’ve gone to two with Jade. I’m not good at them. I’m way too aware of my surroundings and how many people are sharing cups of beer, and with them so many germs.

She seems like she’s having fun, though, and I owe her that. I can’t even begin to imagine how things have been for her these past few months. Jade deserves something normal, and if this is her definition of normal, I’m glad to tag along.

Eventually, I find myself feeling slightly less awkward and out of place. The few drinks I’ve had are fueling me, and Jade notices me lighten up. She seems pleased.

“Having fun?” She asks, pulling me closer so we can hear each other better.

“I’m trying,” I say honestly, holding her hips.

Jade nods, laughing softly. “Thank you.”

“No problem.” I smile faintly, leaning my forehead onto hers.

We’re dancing right now, and I’m doing my best to ignore all the sounds and chaos around us. It’s just the two of us in my head.

I let her guide our movements in whatever way she wants. My heart is pounding from the dancing, alcohol, and loud music. I’m a little dizzy, but I don’t want to stop holding her. Being this close is the part I actually enjoy about these parties.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” She laughs, practically yelling at me involuntarily.

“Because you’re beautiful,” I say honestly.

Jade blushes, her lips forming into a soft smile. “Shut up.”

Instead of arguing with her, I kiss her. She tastes like fruity alcohol and vodka shots. She’s had a lot more to drink than I have, but she’s not throwing up drunk, so that’s good. My hands hold her hips protectively, keeping her against me.

Her fingers play with the hair on the nape of my neck, causing a soft sound of delight to release from my mouth and into hers. I don’t know if it’s the alcohol or her irresistibility, but I’m craving her right now. I want to touch her in ways I haven’t yet. In ways I’ve been refraining from doing for what feels like ages.

We kiss for a while, it’s sloppy and heated, but I don’t mind one bit. I love it.

Her lips draw away from mine, and a wine releases from my mouth. I look down at her. She looks just as hungry for me as I am for her. If that’s even possible.

Jade takes my hand. She’s headed for the stairs, pushing past the crowd of people. It takes my brain a moment to register what’s happening.

I stop in my tracks, shaking my head.

“Come on, Spence. Let’s go upstairs,” I whisper-yell, taking his hand and stumbling while I try to pull him up with me.

His entire demeanor has changed.

“Jade, you’re drunk,” he says, tugging on my arm, causing me to face him. I almost fall, so I steady myself with my hands on his shoulders.

“So are you.”

“One of us is clearly more sober. Let’s get you home,” Spencer suggests.

“No, my dad’s home. We should do it here.”

“We’re not…” His frustrated voice trails off.

I can feel the tears swelling in my eyes, and it burns. “Why won’t you fuck me?” The words spill out of me before I have time to think.

“Jade.”

The way he’s says my name… god, I need him to stop. He sounds sympathetic. Like I’m some charity case for him.

“I don’t understand what I’ve done, Spencer,” I tell him, my heart slamming against my chest.

“You haven’t done anything,” he says gently.

“Then what is it? What’s wrong with me?”

“Jade,” Spencer sighs. “Let’s just leave.”

“You leave,” I demand.

“What?” He blinks, looking down at me worriedly.

“I’m staying. If you want to leave, then go.”

His hand meets my elbow, gently trying to get me to leave with him. But I’m not so easily convinced.

“Just get away from me,” I yell, not meaning to be so harsh. I let out a breath. “Just go.”

The pained look on Spencer’s face makes it easier for the tears to spill from my eyes. He nods, then turns around and starts walking away from me.

I wipe my cheek free of tears and occupy myself with something other than watching him leave.

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queeniecook · 7 months

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June 3

Yesterday, after Caleb left to go see Lilith, Rahmi and I had an uneventful afternoon at the house. We watched all the Ghostbusters movies with her three kids. It was a much needed escape for the Watson family because today was the day of Rahmi and Thomas’ divorce hearing.

I went with Rahmi to the hearing, while Caleb entertained Rahmi’s kids at the Watson family farm.

Honorable judge Dallas Brown was the overseer for the day. I totally forgot that Mina married a judge.

Naturally, Thomas brought his “friend” along.

“Your honor, as stated in the papers Rahmi was served with, I don’t intend to try to take the kids away from her. I want visitation rights. She’s always been a great mother to them and I don’t want to make things harder on them during all of this.” Thomas started.

I wanted to awkwardly pregnant lady stand from my seat and yell at him. If he doesn’t want to make things worse for the kids, why go after the farm?! But, I kept my mouth shut. I’m sure Rahmi had the same thoughts as myself during his speech.

“The farm has been in my family for generations. MY FAMILY. Not hers. When my parents had their will written up, I’m sure they never dreamed of Rahmi and I parting ways. I never dreamed it would happen back then either.” He continued. Perhaps that was true, but he’s the one who strayed.

“I just want what is my birth right. Of course the kids would all inherit it from me when I pass on, this isn’t about taking anything away from them. It’s about what’s been taken from me.”

I rolled my eyes so hard they almost fell out of my head.

Finally, it was Rahmi’s turn.

“Joe and Beverly Watson stated in their will that I would get the farm if Thomas and I ever got a divorce. That was their wishes, in black and white. Thomas didn’t object to them putting that in the will, he knew about it. He was fine with it. If he wanted to object, he should have done it back then.” Rahmi stated simply and sat back down. I had to hold myself back from clapping.

The lawyers – Angela Pleasant for Rahmi and Kaci Sherwood for Thomas, were allowed to go back and forth with stipulations and compromises before presenting things to the Judge Brown.

Ten minutes later ~

“I have great news! Judge Brown sided with you, since it was clearly Mr. and Mrs. Watson’s wishes and they made them in sound mind with witnesses, Thomas doesn’t have much of a case.” Miss Pleasant informed us.

Rahmi breathed a sigh of relief as did I. I was fully prepared to open mine and Caleb’s home to the better parts of the Watson clan but the idea of their family farm being ripped from all of them was tragic.

“Everything else is settled as well. The divorce is going through as well as the custody agreement.” Miss Pleasant added, I zoned out after that because it was a lot of lawyer speak.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Watson, but what Rahmi said was correct. Your time to object to the will and actually be able to do anything about it would have been back when they were drafting it.” I overheard Miss Sherwood telling Thomas and Florence.

It wasn’t long before there was a explosion.

“I can’t believe you let that trollop get the farm and all that land! Why would you ever agree to let something go to her?!” Miss Florence berated Thomas loud enough for all of us to hear it.

“I thought we would be together forever like my parents! That’s why it wasn’t an issue!” Thomas snapped back.

Florence’s face twisted in disgust. “Love doesn’t last. Only money does.”

“You’re not who I thought you were.” Rahmi’s soon to be ex husband mumbled to his floozy.

Florence huffed and with dramatic flair, flung opened the courtroom doors and stomped outside. Hopefully to never be seen or heard from again.

I shared a victory hug with Rahmi after Thomas left with his counsel.

We also celebrated with some food, because I was starving! I’m really glad things worked out for Rahmi and her family today.

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Credit for courtroom set goes to shelby628 on the gallery.

#the grant legacy #ts4 legacy #generation 2 #rahmi watson #vera grant-vatore #vera grant #thomas watson #florence chopra #angela pleasant #dallas brown #kaci sherwood #vera and rahmi #sims 4 #ts4 #thesims4 #simsstories #ts4 story #sims4 story #sims4 storytelling

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morganski-19 · 9 months

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WIP Wednesday

He hears the small thumping on Max’s crutches slowly get louder as she approaches the door. She doesn’t need them all too much anymore, sometimes just the one to give her extra balance. But on some days her muscles don’t want to work the way she wants them to, and the weight of her body is too much for her to move around on her own. She hates it, but it’s better than the wheelchair she had to use when she was released from the hospital.

Max opens the door with a glare. “Took you long enough.” Through the sarcasm in her voice, Lucas can tell that she’s glad to see him. She steps out of the way to let Lucas come through the door.

“Sorry, Erica took forever to leave her friend’s house.” Lucas closes the door behind him and offers a hand to Max, letting her choose to keep using the crutches or Lucas for balance.

“I can walk by myself, nerd,” she remarks while lightly hitting him in the leg with her crutch.

Lucas holds his hands up in surrender, “Sorry.”

Max rolls her eyes in an attempt to try and hide the soft smile that comes to her face. She starts to walk to the living room, Lucas following after her. He keeps a small distance between them, but never too far in case he has to catch her if she falls.

It had only happened once, but that was one time too many in Lucas’ mind. Max was so embarrassed that it had happened in front of him. Saying something like she wished he wasn’t there so he didn’t have to see it. Almost sounded like it had happened before. Lucas was glad that he was there though. Couldn’t imagine Max lying on the floor, struggling to get up but refusing to call anyone for help. Just laying there, admitting defeat until her mom finally came home.

When they get to the living room, Max slowly lowers herself onto the couch, setting her crutches off to the side. Lucas sits down next to her, giving her a little space in between them.

“Do you want me to go get anything?” he offers.

Max shakes her head. “I’m good, thanks.”

“How was your physio yesterday?” Lucas normally calls Steve to ask how they went, wanting a real response rather than the water-downed one Max would give, but he waited to ask her today.

“Like it normally is,” Max frowned. “Just a bunch of exercises they say work but are pointless and I just end up in more pain. Then they just say I’m progressing like I should but I can barely even walk the next day anyway.”

“But you are progressing, so your muscles are getting stronger? That's good, right?”

She shrugs. “Doesn’t feel good. What movies did you bring?”

Lucas grabs the tapes next to him on the couch. “I didn’t know what you wanted to watch so I kinda just grabbed a few. I have Goonies, I know you don’t really like that one but it’s fun. I think at least. And then I grabbed the newest Nightmare on Elm Street movie 'cause I knew you liked the first one.”

“I don’t think it’s a good idea to watch a movie where the villain literally kills people in their minds,” Max winces.

“Right,” Lucas says, cursing himself for even bringing it. “I forgot that’s what it’s about, sorry.”

He wasn’t a fan of horror movies so he did really forget. Honestly, he grabbed it last minute because he thought she wouldn’t have liked anything else. If he had just taken another minute to look at the back, he would have realized it and put it back on the shelf.

Max reaches over and grabs Lucas’ hand. “It’s ok, we can just watch Goonies.”

“You sure, we can find something else on tv to watch. I know you don’t like it very much.”

“Maybe, but you do. And I don’t know, it kind of reminds me of us, all of us I mean.”

He smiles, having that same thought himself. “Only their adventures are much better than ours. I’d take fighting off criminals over demogorgons any day.”

Max smiles back at him. “Yeah, me too.”

“Do you have any popcorn? I brought some M&M’s to mix into them.”

“Ew, you spend too much time with Dustin.”

Lucas scoffs. “It’s actually pretty good, you should try it.”

She rolls her eyes again. “We might have some, you can look in the cabinets. There’s some soda left in the fridge I think, if you want any.”

#lumax #lucas sinclair #max mayfield #the monster slayers fic #wip wednesday #wip #i have to get this done sometime right

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snowywanderer · 1 year

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Like the Sun Filtering Through the Window

Words: 562

Warnings: Depression basically

Description: You and Xiao support each other through school, and even some years later.

Basically just what happens when you combine depression and nostalgia with a bunch of other issues and add a fictional character for spice.

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Sunlight filters through the window you’re seated next to. The angle makes it shine right in your face, but it’s warm. Your eyes slowly unfocus looking at the equations on the board.

Venti turns to you momentarily with a grin. Xiao crosses his arms next to you, giving Venti a warning glare. Don’t pull anything. Venti pouts, rolls his eyes, and looks forward again. You stifle a giggle.

When the homework sheets are passed out, you and Xiao race through them. At the same moment, you turn to each other to compare answers. His eyes widen, then crinkle at the corners.

“Hey, what did you guys get?”

“Venti, we share answers because we finished. It’s different to just hand them out.” It’s the same thing you tell him every day.

“It’s not my fault math is so hard!”

“We don’t seem to struggle much.” Xiao’s face is still soft, contrasting his teasing words.

“Xiaoooooo!”

You and Xiao are the highest scoring students in class, but you feel you’d be nowhere there without him. He caught so many of your mistakes, even if you caught his as well. Overall, you’re just glad the algebra teacher is okay with it. He seems to think of it as an opportunity to help each other, rather than “cheating” like other teachers may.

Xiao holds out his hand, and you hand him the (edited) paper. It was your turn yesterday, so he turns them in now. You turn back towards the window. A few puffy clouds dot the otherwise clear blue sky, and you watch them move.

Your vision falters.

Sunlight filters through the window you lean on. The sun is so low you almost can’t see it. Any heat it may have provided dissipated some time ago.

That’s right. You graduated high school years ago. You’re in the kitchen, waiting for Xiao to get home for dinner. A tear you didn’t know had formed rolls down your cheek. You love having Xiao as your roommate, you really do, but…

The door opens. Oh.

Xiao enters the room, exhaustion weighing heavy on his shoulders. His eyes meet yours. You think, in the moment before he rushes towards you, they make him look so much older than he truly is.

You feel like you’re imposing on him. When you cry, he immediately drops everything to comfort you. It’s one of the few times he initiates physical contact.

“I’m sorry,” is all you can manage to whisper.

“It’s not your fault.” A terrible job you had no choices but to leave and an inability to make it through college classes proved a deadly combination.

You wish you could do more to help him. You wish you didn’t have to rely on him so much. You wish… you wish to be back in that sunny classroom.

“I must make things so hard on you.”

“Don’t say that. You do more than you realize. I don’t know if I could do it without you.” Slowly, he pulls you into a hug. It’s warm. All these years, and he’s still filling in the gaps where you can’t figure it out yourself.

“I don’t know what I’d do without you either.”

“Dinners getting cold,” he whispers. “I hope you feel better after you eat.”

You pull yourselves up, and you smile. In the end, you don’t think it’s the food that helps you.

#snowy writes #genshin impact #gi xiao #xiao x reader #hhhh not feeling it tonight

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variousqueerthings · 1 year

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some one day later little things I feel + @mauvecardigans the stuff you wrote on the other post reblog 🥺 all of it made me have an emotion. which is rude, I’m already feeling at least one emotion off the back of yesterday, I’m not ready for more. I haven’t understood the first one yet (we’re as far as “I... sad”)

1. Potter just really had the feeling of a man saying goodbye to his kids – the amount he called Klinger “son,” just over and over again, and he was his best man! The way he teared up over Margaret (I hc she’s his secret favourite, not that the others aren’t great, and he loves them, but Margaret is such an over-eager try-hard perfectionist, and he’s met her father and she imprinted on Potter like a baby duckling who’s excellent at scheduling). The earnest way that Charles speaks of wishing to be able to emulate him, which I didn’t expect to hear him say at all. The salutes!!! -- which in tandem with rewatching s4 again, in the first episode of which he’s not sure about Klinger’s dresses and Klinger generally and Hawkeye talks him over, and he doesn’t want Hawkeye’s antics, but then very quickly becomes intensely charmed and understands almost immediately why the jokes are what they are, and those early episodes of everyone trying to impress him, etc. Especially to Margaret and Charles there was a feeling of how he was a better dad to them than their fathers could ever have been

(Radar is just upsetting because his original father died when he was a baby and then Henry of course… and then his uncle before he comes home... it’s funny because I very much did think Radar left when he should have -- maybe even a little later than he should have, considering how he didn’t get much focus + was simplified a bit in his later seasons, but not having him here saying goodbye did somehow feel like there was someone missing -- and I do think Potter also filled some kind of a space for him that he’s had many mixed versions of at this point.)

2. I called this show Potter’s coda (from the perspective of how much life he’s already led) and since then it’s felt like I’m a dog that’s caught a scent or something. feels right. and the way he rides off one last time on Sophie.

3. thinking once again about Hawkeye and Margaret’s goodbye. thinking eternally about their goodbye. it’s just... the journey those two have been on together and the deep, deep love and crucially respect that has come out of this experience for them. I do think those two are my favourite dynamic, and I’m glad to have gotten this after the later seasons didn’t show them as much together

4. mauvecardigans: “There’s something so chilling about knowing this entire group - a group of people that have meant so much to each other and been so integral to each other’s wellbeing - will never be together again, not really. Reunions will happen, but for one reason or another, the entire group will never be together.”

circling back, I think that may be what struck me about Radar not being there. it was like “oh they’re all saying goodbye, but wait, you all need to say goodbye!” (I feel that way more strongly with Radar than with Henry or Trapper I think because of distance and because Henry did say goodbye to everyone, while Trapper left suddenly of his own volition, rather than wait for Hawkeye -- I say “own volition” I get that the internal feelings of it, the fear that it might not be real or may be revoked, even leaving a kiss to Hawkeye, those are all things to think about, but like... he left as he left, and that was ultimately his choice, much like BJ TRIED TO DO THE SAME FUCKNDKFGKJLDSD

5. I AM STILL THINKING ABOUT BJ DOING THAT! It may seem like I’m yelling in anger, but no, I am yelling in narrative parallels and symbolic resonance and character study! I said that Hawkeye says “I’m never gonna shake you” (words to that effect, I’m still too afraid to actually watch the scene again) and they immediately went “I WISH I KNEW HOW TO QUIT YOU!!!!”

6. mauvecardigans: “Sidney, love him to pieces, is an omen, a guide - his presence indicates an invisible pain, his exit reminds us healing, in spite of everything, is possible” yeah, yeah! love to see him arrive, need to see him go. I actually was reminded that I wrote something about Sidney back when I was watching s6 and I think a lot of it still fits, even as he didn’t have more POV episodes later on (and I think that was a good choice, leave him a little bit symbolic in his presence)

7. also I love that several people have told me that DOS left loretta his phone nr after years of her asking for it, in the front of the elizabeth barrett browning book, and I do choose to give that to charles as something he does for margaret (a sort of charles way of saying “stay in touch, despite the way I act like a feral stray cat sometimes”)

8. tragedy is still... something I’m sitting with. it takes a long time to percolate inside of me before words about tragic narratives can properly form

9. mauvecardigans “And yet they can never go home, either. A part of them will always be gathered at that spot in Korea, running litters and doing surgery until the end of the world” -- I know, I know, it’s a show, it’s fiction, and it’s there to be watched at whatever time one comes into it, but there’s something about how it’s so far behind these actors (and most of them have died) and how they’re such a big part of engaging with the show, even if so much of that is long in the past as well... as well as the feeling about the characters themselves as constantly restarting the process, as if by watching it again I’m winding them up again or something, rather than letting them rest... I feel far too involved in the narrative in some, strange way.

never had that quite like this with anything, and you would’ve thought being raised on star trek and doctor who and tons of books written by authors who would go on to die as I harboured dreams of meeting them (sigh, I’m sure many of us have had that experience) I’d be less... idk. sensitive. to the past. but I’m really not.

the older something is, the more it fundamentally changed something in the telling of stories, the more it feels very alive. can’t read myths without feeling like I’m talking to gods. but again, the difference is, these are all things I’ve known since I was a kid, so they were already in my bones. this is something I’m putting in there now and the process has me -- as I said right at the top of the post -- feeling at least one emotion

#ive watched MASH #MASH season 11 #goodbye farewell and amen #hawkeye pierce #sherman potter #margare houlihan #charles winchester #david ogden stiers #loretta swit #radar o'reilly #bj hunnicutt #henry blake #trapper mcintyre #margaret houlihan #MASH meta

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shrinkthisviolet · 2 years

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My Overall CK S5 Review

Okay so!! I’ve had thoughts percolating in my brain since I watched the season over the weekend, and here’s my attempt to combine them into something coherent.

First of all, let me say this, spoiler free: the season is a great experience imo. There were things I didn’t like, but honestly, I enjoyed this season more than s4! Especially the fight scenes, those were incredible. If you didn’t enjoy this season, I totally get why, but after s4, my bar was so low and this season definitely went over it 😂 so I’m happy.

Beyond that…spoilers below the cut, so don’t click if you don’t want those.

So I’m gonna start with the bad and end with the good. The bad:

The Johnny-Miguel-Robby arc. Literally the only parts I liked were the parts without Johnny in them: the Miguel-Robby heartfelt talk, backing each other up in Cobra Kai, etc. But…the stuff with Johnny didn’t land.

Johnny basically told Robby he was only making amends “so he didn’t have to live with regret”…aka he’s making this about himself yet again, not about Robby. And he suggested these two, who have a history of fights gone wrong, fight it out in the apartment complex…and when Johnny lost sight of them, Robby almost fell off a balcony! (As in, Miguel almost kicked him off but then stopped). Like?? Hello?? This is not how you reconcile fighting teen boys!

And then we come to the reason why that happened: BabyGate. I didn’t like this at all. It was so transparently meant to serve as Johnny’s main reason for reconciling Miguel and Robby, which just…again, weird?? Reconciliation should be about them, not about “well we’re having a baby so shape up”!

It also reduces Carmen to a love interest again (a problem ever since s3), and a baby incubator. Like…that’s her whole personality now. What happened to the awesome, take-no-bs nurse who turned Johnny away every time Miguel got hurt?? The one who sees Johnny’s bad habits, the one who ran away from her previous husband because of a bad feeling…now she suddenly wants a kid with Johnny?? After how Johnny has treated Robby, how he’s treated Miguel?? I think the only understandable reaction is Anoush’s sarcastic “congrats on procreating.”

Beyond that, Kenny was sent further down the CK corruption path, as I feared…the toilet scene was so disturbing. Like honestly, wtf?? Not much more to say about that, but…yeah I found that whole thing distasteful.

The Mexico arc was pointless and added nothing, but I can’t really be mad because that’s a holdover from s4 so 🤷‍♀️ honestly they wrapped that up the best they could, it wasn’t gonna be any better (it could’ve been a lot worse tbh).

The Sam & Tory reconciliation…ehh? I mean it wasn’t terrible, but it wasn’t great. Tory hasn’t apologized for the school fight or for the home invasion, and until then, a friendship between them doesn’t feel super strong and lasting. I was glad to see them friends, but they really need to talk things out, and Tory needs to apologize for traumatizing Sam twice. That needs to happen next season or be alluded to (time passes between seasons sometimes, so I can believe it happened if the show suggests it).

If you’d asked me yesterday, I’d put the Daniel vs Silver fight here too, but…honestly I’m kinda on the fence about it? I watched it again, and I see what other people on here mean when they say Daniel was using defense against Silver, twisting his method against him. Like that was cool, I’ll admit. But I think him doing kata, beating Silver like he beat Barnes (thus showing that Silver still underestimates him, because Daniel never needed him) would’ve been a lot better. But…hey, I cheered when Daniel crane-kicked him, I’m only human 🤷‍♀️ so yeah. Mixed feelings.

I skipped most of Kreese’s scenes except the ones with Tory, Daniel, and Johnny, and the therapy scene, and tbh I regret nothing. Glad I did that, I’d do it again.

Now on to the good!

Chozen is an absolute star, I love him. I wish we got more of him, especially him infiltrating CK…I felt like that was cut short too early. Especially with him mentoring Tory!

Amanda’s backstory is fantastic. s4 did a great job with it (surprisingly), and s5 carries that forward. I love her being Jessica’s cousin, I love her being a rebellious teen…I love all of it, honestly!

On that note, I originally put the Amaniel drama in the bad stuff section while watching, but seeing how it ended, with Jessica telling Amanda the truth about KK3…it’s in the good things column. I was crying when Jessica finally told Amanda everything, I’ve dreamed of the day she finally found out! And though I wished it was Daniel going into s5, I’m glad it wasn’t. The way Silver messed with his head this season…I’m glad it was someone who saw it firsthand and could tell Amanda in his stead.

Mike Barnes was a surprisingly great addition?? Didn’t expect that 😂 wish we got more of him, and I never thought I’d say that.

Sam this season was incredible, so was Tory’s arc at CK, so was Robby’s arc of trying to save Tory and Kenny, so were the adults’ arcs (not Johnny’s, as discussed)…and so was the new CK sensei! And…I didn’t know how they were gonna do the tournament placeholder, but they made it work, kudos to them!

So yeah, there are my thoughts! Thought it was great with room for improvement, and I’m cautiously optimistic about s6

#cobra kai #top part is spoiler free #spoilers denoted below the cut #cobra kai s5 review #anti johnny lawrence #sam larusso #samantha larusso #tory nichols #amanda larusso #carmen diaz #anti jarmen #miguel diaz #robby keene #daniel larusso #terry silver #kim da eun #chozen toguchi #mike barnes

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traumasurvivorshelpingsurvivors · 1 year

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Hi. (Tw for bus crash, quite bad injuries, self harm, feeling depressed and mention of death)

Three days ago me, my friends and a bunch of other teenagers were on a skiing camp. We were 170 people so when we were going home we needed three buses. Me and my friends plus some other strangers decided to pick the last bus, and two of my other friends (that I had gotten to know when we were on the camp) took the second bus. Everything was going fine until people began talking about the second bus crashing. I didn’t really believe everything they said because no one seemed to be reacting or anything, but then we arrived to where the bus had crashed and I was so horrified to see it. The bus was entirely on its side in a ditch and you could see on the road where the bus driver had tried to stop the bus. It had rained the day before and it was so cold that the road had frozen, you could barely walk without falling. We had to park in the middle of the road behind the other bus and we saw everything except when the bus crashed and I’ve never been more scared in my life. We saw how they had to break the windows to carry people out, that one person was unconscious, how many ambulances, ambulance helicopters, police cars and fire engines there were. I texted my two friends that were in the bus but only one of them answered almost immediately and he said that he was okay, just scared. But one of them didn’t answer and I just remember feeling so helpless and I remember feeling panic in my whole body. I was so scared. After an hour she answered and she said that she was also okay, just in shock. We sat there and looked at the situation for two or three hours and so many people were crying, including me. I could barely breathe. After maybe one and a half hours, the adults in our bus told us some information. They said that only one person was severely injured, and others had crushed fingers and cuts from the glass, but it was fixable. The police and other “important” people decided that we could move, and we had to drive past the bus and I remember not being able to breathe when we began moving. And I remember looking at the bus that had crashed and seeing how incredibly damaged it was. It was so disturbing to see. I could also see some of the people that had made it out of the bus and the way they were crying was absolutely heartbreaking. After many people were sent to the hospital, we were able to drive again and I could barely breathe at first. I was so tired but I was too scared to sleep and I kept thinking: “What if we also crash? What if we die?” We were thankfully fine and we got home as okay as you could. But it was so traumatic to watch and I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to get on a bus again. I also feel so guilty because I wasn’t even the one who was in the accident. I’ve cried so much because of this and I feel like I shouldn’t. I feel more depressed than I already did and yesterday I relapsed with my self harm. I don’t know what to do and I don’t know if I’ll ever be okay after this again. How will I ever be able to go on a bus again? How will I stop feeling guilty? And how should I cope? I’m so traumatized and I really don’t know what to do. I’m so sorry if this is messy and I understand if this is hard to answer. Thank you in advance.

Hi anon,

I'm so sorry to hear about what happened. I'm glad that you and your friends are alright, but you have every right to be traumatized by this.

It's important to let yourself feel any emotions that may be coming up for you. Allowing those feelings to take space can help you process your trauma. You don't have to talk about what happened but of course you may find it therapeutic and so you may benefit from talking about it in other support spaces as well.

At your own pace, allowing other events and activities to take place can help you move forward from this, and fill your present life with more positive experiences. It may help to make a list of things you enjoy and set some time every day to do those things, even if it means going to a paint and sip or festival occasionally. You'll eventually learn how to balance "normal" life and grief (this is not easy, I'm still actively learning this).

I definitely recommend looking into getting a therapist if that is affordable or accessible for you. That would be one of the best ways to work through and heal from this. There all different kinds of therapy out there that you could try, though talk therapy is most common. There's also art therapy, dance therapy, EMDR, and other practices that could prove useful for you. If you don't already have a therapist or aren't sure where to look, I recommend Psychology Today (if you're in the US, I'm not sure if it's available in other countries).

Ultimately, it's vital to take care of yourself during this time. Practice self-care, treat yourself to things, be gentile and patient with yourself, and remind yourself that you have time to process this.

I hope I could help. Please let us know if you need anything.

-Bun

#mod bun #trauma talks #trauma details

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eloves-writes · 2 years

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hiya could you write a jess x reader which is kind of a continuation of the last one ig?? or where lorelai heres about luke walking in on jess and his gf and invites them round for dinner? thank you!!

hi! yes i can! glad to see people liked my last fic so much, hope this is as fun. enjoy <3

part 2 to this fic

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'you walked in on them?' lorelai exclaimed, shocked but amused.

luke sighed. 'yes.'

'and then you just closed the door? walked out?'

'yes.'

lorelai laughed evilly. 'that's hilarious. did you talk to him about it?'

'nope.'

'you just pretended it didn't happen?'

'yup.'

she sighed at the lack of interesting conversation. 'jesus mr monotonus, save some syllables for the rest of us.'

he pulled a face. 'i'm good, thanks. i would offer you some more coffee but that would result in you sitting here and asking me about this for another half an hour, so please, feel free to leave.'

lorelai pulled a face back, and threw a few dollar bills out of her jeans pocket onto the counter before picking up her handbag and putting on her coat. 'of my own free will and because i so desperately want to go back to the inn, i am leaving.'

'see you later.'

'that you will,' she said mysteriously, walking towards the door but hoping for a reaction.

luke looked up, exasperated and slightly fed up, from the coffee pot he was stirring. 'what?'

lorelai stopped and excitedly walked back to counter, sitting back in the seat she had vacated only seconds ago. 'well i thought,' she began, dragging out the last syllable. 'we could go out tonight, with y/n and jess.'

he pretended to think for a moment before confidently answering. 'nope.'

‘ugh, come on!’

‘there are countless other things i would rather do than hang out with my nephew and his girlfriend.’

‘and me!’

‘don’t make it worse.’

‘luke! it’ll be fun! it’ll be nice to all hang out together, like a little, slightly dysfunctional, family!’

‘you are aware that she isn’t your daughter, right?’

‘pot-ay-to, pot-ah-to,’ lorelai huffed. ‘do you want to come or not?’

luke once again thought for a moment, pretending as always to be irritated by her. he almost never was. ‘yes, i’ll come. good luck getting jess on board though.’

‘haha, that is where you're wrong my friend,’ she grinned. ‘i firmly believe he’ll follow her wherever she goes like a lost puppy dog. have you seen the way her watches her? adoration, love, lust, intense adolescent sexual desir-’

luke held up a hand. ‘that is plenty, thank you. i’m coming, he’ll come, whatever. please leave now.’

‘bye, stud.’

it was a few hours after you’d bumped into lorelai on the way to see jess and she’d invited you out, and you were now walking up to the black, white and read movie theatre where jess was waiting for you. to be honest, you hadn’t talked much since the incident at luke’s yesterday; he came over that night but didn’t stay long. now he stood, casually cool as ever, leaning against the brick wall by the entrance with a book in one hand and lit cigarette in the other. he hadn’t seen you coming yet, so you just stopped for a moment and watched him; he was the type of person you could just silently admire and never get bored. still, you often tired of not being close to him.

as you approached him, jess held up a hand as to wave but forgetting his hands were full. you returned the awkward gesture whilst he took a final drag of his cigarette and stubbed it out under his boot. the book, which you could now see was a collection of poems, found it’s way back into the back pocket of his jeans where it apparently lived.

‘hey mr caulfield,’ you smiled. a little joke you’d made the first time you’d met, it annoyed him so much you decided to make it stick.

‘hey trouble,’ he replied, rolling his eyes and planting a kiss on your forehead. you fell into him as he snaked his arms around your body.

‘i am liking this outfit on you,’ he flirted, fingering the hem of your short skirt. it was new but quickly becoming a fast favourite, soft brown corduroy embroidered at the waistband with delicate flowers. you paired it with a deep violet fitted camisole top and jess’s stolen leather jacket. stolen from jess, that was- though could you ever be really sure?

‘thank you,’ you smiled. ‘new jacket, very expensive.’

‘oh yes, i’m sure,’ he purred before kissing you. he tasted like dark chocolate and coffee, and smelled like old books and cigarette smoke. when he kissed you, everything else in the world faded away as if you were the only people to ever exist. unfortunately, you weren’t.

‘heyyy lovers!’ lorelai sang eagerly. jess reluctantly pulled away from you, leaving your warmed lips now exposed to the nippy late-autumn air. ‘you ready to get this party started?’

‘sure,’ you replied with a gentle smile. luke and jess exchanged similarly perturbed looks. ‘what movie are we seeing, lor?’

‘beetlejuice.’

‘charming,’ jess commented off-handedly.

you turned to him with a bemused smile. ‘you don’t like beetlejuice?’

‘no, no. it’s fine. it’s a weird movie but its pretty good i guess.’

‘damn straight, now let’s go and get a seat,’ lorelai chimed in, ending the conversation.

the four of you entered the movie theatre to see it was empty, as it usually was on any night that wasn’t saturday. kirk welcomed you in in his usual odd manner and passed over a bucket of over-priced popcorn with your drinks. luke passive-aggressively threw the money on the counter before joining you all on the comfy couch in front of the screen- if you didn't sit on the coveted red sofa at the BWR it wasn't even worth going. jess sat beside you, with lorelai on your other side and luke on the end. she gave the two of you a little space, but luke maintained a watchful eye even through the opening credits.

when he thought you might be safe, jess placed a hand on your bare thigh. you knew this move too well, though it was usually played more privately. you allowed yourself to indulge in the feeling of his fingers teasingly tracing up and down your silken skin.

luke cleared his throat. the hand beneath your skirt retracted slightly but didn’t back down.

you looked up to jess, who was facing the screen with a cheeky gleam in his eye. in your opinion, that was possibly the sexiest he ever looked; when he knew he was causing a wet spot in your underwear. typical teenage-boy ego.

his finger began to trace the lacey fabric of your underwear, and you involuntarily inhaled sharply.

this time jess’s hand fully drew back, just in time to inconspicuously run through his hair as lorelai and luke both turned their heads.

‘you ok y/n?’ lorelai asked with a telling smile. she always knew. like a sixth sense for juvenile disobedience.

‘yes, fine,’ you replied quickly. ‘just almost spilled my drink.’

‘so clumsy,’ jess observed, hiding a smirk.

‘so articulate,’ you responded with a subtle elbow in his side.

luke suspiciously narrowed his eyes at the pair of you, then you all averted your eyes back to the almost finished movie. jess snickered quietly, earning another elbow in the side.

lorelai leaned over to you and whispered in your ear. ‘love birds. i know inappropriate teenage behaviour when i see it.’

you turned crimson and looked pointedly at her. she shot you an audacious, dramatised wink.

‘lorelai!’ you hushed, making her giggle like a naughty child.

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rafescoke · 3 years

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Obsessed ; Rafe Cameron

masterlist

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x reader

Summary: “Till death do us part.”

Warnings: Mutual toxic relationship! Rafe being overly obsessed with reader, heavy smut

A/N: 900 followers wtf ily <33 so sorry if this isn’t my best work :(

(Y/N) laughs as the feeling of his soft lips peppers her lower abdomen. It has always been so exquisite. She almost doesn’t want to let go.

“Rafe!” She sighs, throwing her head back. “We have to go to your sister’s birthday dinner.”

“Just stay,” he replies, trailing his wet kisses down to her thighs. She shivers from the tingling feeling in the pits of her stomach. “We don’t have to go.”

“Of course we do,” she answers, running her fingers through his hair. He groans when he feels a sudden tug, but he likes it.

“I have to make a good impression on Sarah and your parents, baby.”

“They can’t stop me from loving you,” he chuckles, finally parting from her skin and staring up at her (E/C) orbs.

How can someone look so magical?

“Rafe, come on,” she sighs, bending down to plant a kiss on his cheeks. “You can do anything to me tonight.”

“Anything?”

“Anything,” she nods, laughing slightly when he goes straight for her stomach again. “If you keep doing this I will leave you hanging tonight.”

He pulls away, groaning. “Okay, okay. Come on. Let’s go.”

Being in a relationship with Rafe Cameron feels so amazing yet surreal. She heard things about him before, how he was having a hard time trying to fight his anger issues and his addiction, but she always felt intrigued by his presence.

Every time she went to a party hosted by some kooks, her eyes will always meet his blue ones.

It felt like fate.

Rafe holds her hands in his as they walk down the carpeted floor to the big table filled to the end with their friends and a few family members.

“Woah, this is a big family,” (Y/N) smiles, tightening her grip around Rafe’s fingers.

“Rafe, you’re early today,” Ward greets, and (Y/N) smiles before Rafe pulls her to his back, as though shielding her from him. She quirks a brow.

“And this is (Y/N), I assume?” He asks, extending his hand out. (Y/N) smiles and wraps her hands around his.

“Yeah,” Rafe grunts, and pulls her back to his side.

“(Y/N), I’m glad you can join us,” Rose appears, her red lips pulled into a warm smile. “We’ve heard a lot about you.”

(Y/N) looks up to Rafe, her heart beating. Did he tell them about her?

That’s the last thing she would ever guess from him.

“Hey, nice seeing you with Rafe, (Y/L/N),” Topper smiles, and Rafe watches as he helps her down to her seat. He raises a brow but decides against it.

“Hey, yeah,” (Y/N) replies, glancing at Rafe and back to Topper. “It’s nice seeing you here, Tops.”

Rafe’s hands travel to her thighs, tracing invisible circles whilst glancing around the table. He doesn’t feel like making any new conversations with anyone, and he definitely doesn’t appreciate the way Topper is more chatty with his girl than before.

Since when is Topper interested in the same girl as his?

His grip around her thighs tightens. Maybe it’s the annoyance from watching his own best friend flirting with her. Or maybe it’s the anger coursing in him when she does the same thing.

“Hey, you brought a girlfriend!” Sarah greets, bending down to give Topper a kiss on his cheeks. “(Y/N), right?”

“Yeah,” (Y/N) replies, extending her hand to greet the blonde Cameron.

Always the crowd-pleaser, her.

The whole time the dinner sets out, Rafe can’t wait to just get the event over and bring his girlfriend home. He never wants (Y/N) to get closer to his family, and doesn’t intend to. The last thing he wants is for Sarah and (Y/N) to become best friends.

“Yeah, and then guess what?” Topper asks, waiting to drop the punchline. (Y/N) laughs at the enthusiasm, and then shakes her head.

“What?”

“I didn’t even get it!”

“What?” (Y/N) laughs, eyes shut and hands clutching onto her stomach. “You were never this funny, Tops. What happened?”

Here we go again with the Tops. Why is she even calling him that?

Rafe pulls her chair closer to his and whispers into her ear. She perks up from his hot breath. “Let’s go home.”

“We haven’t sung the birthday song, Rafe,” she sighs. “Come on, let’s just wait for another half an hour.”

And she returns back to Topper like he isn’t there.

Rafe stands up, scraping the linoleum floor of the restaurant as he did so. A few family and friends stare at him, but without giving them a glance, he pulls (Y/N) up with a grip around her arms.

“Rafe, ow! What are you doing?”

“We’re leaving, come on,” he grunts, retrieving his phone from the table and stuffing them in his pocket.

“Why? We’re not done yet?”

“Yo, man, what’s up?” Topper asks, being so confused after getting stopped midway of him trying to tell another story. “You haven’t seen the cake yet.”

Rafe doesn’t say anything and continues to pull her away to the exit. She moans from the tug in pain, but her expression is plastered with an apologetic look to everyone around the table.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” (Y/N) yells, prying his arms away from his grip and immediately starting to apply pressure to the pain.

“I don’t like seeing the way you’re talking to Topper,” he finally speaks, walking straight toward his jeep. He stops after a few seconds, looking back to his shoulders to see if she’s following him, and resumes his walk when her angry face follows him.

“We’re just talking. Rafe, I don’t appreciate you pulling me away like this just because you’re jealous.”

He stops walking and turns back to look at her. “You were practically begging him to fuck you, (Y/N). Don’t you realize it?”

What. The. Fuck.

“Fuck you, I’m not getting into the car with you,” she says, slowly feeling hot tears filling up her eyes.

“You are, and that’s final. Get the fuck in.”

He steps closer to her, trying to get ahold of her, but she’s quick. She moves away, blocking his view of her face so he doesn’t see the tears that are streaming down her face.

He’s got way too far this time.

“(Y/N), get in. Let’s talk about this on the way home. Come on.”

She doesn’t move or say anything, but when Rafe finally engulfs her into a hug, she doesn’t let go. It’s crazy how he’s able to make her feel absolutely worthless yet needed at the same time.

“I’m sorry, baby. Get in the car with me?”

And she goes in after him.

. . .

Rafe has never discarded a girl’s clothing faster than he unclipped the hook of her bra.

(Y/N) sighs, still so sore from yesterday’s activity, but she wanted this more than before.

She had never thought about how hot her boyfriend looked when intoxicated, but after tonight’s party, all she wants is to have all parts of him.

Rafe helps her down to her knees, piling her (H/C) hair up into a high ponytail and letting her fingers wander around the waistband of his boxers. He throws his head back, the anticipation killing him.

“Quick, quick, come on,” he grunts, opening half of his eyes to see if they’ve got an audience. The bathroom seems deserted, and he looks down at her again.

She starts with her kitten licks on his tip, watching as he squirms and his breathing becoming heavier. She likes it like this; she feels totally in control.

“Don’t tease,” he groans, tugging her chin up so she can look into his eyes. “You know better, baby, come on.”

She takes him whole, and he can feel himself hitting the back of her throat. He groans, throwing his head back because the feeling still amazes him every time.

She grazes her teeth against his member, sending vibrations throughout his whole body and he has never felt this amazing before. He groans, stopping her movement with his hands before he could get sent into complete oblivion.

“What’s wrong?” she pouts, and that’s enough for Rafe to pick her up and throws her against the sink. She yelps, but her heart is thumping excitedly.

“Wait, wait, you can’t,” she whispers, holding his prying hands into a halt before he can touch her in the throbbing areas. She bites her lips, “I’m sore, remember?”

“I’m not gonna let you touch me without letting me touch you back,” he grunts.

He wants all of her.

Please.

“Rafe, we can’t,” she chuckles, turning herself forward so she’s directly facing him.

“I’m sure you can handle it,” he whispers, pushing her against the door and letting her breath tickles his jaw. He can’t handle another few more hours of not touching her; he’ll go absolutely crazy in any minute.

His hand trails down to her aching core, and he watches as she jolts upright.

“Are you sure you don’t want this, baby?” he coos, “Because you’re wetting my hands.”

(Y/N) attacks his lips with so much force he topples backward, and Rafe’s back hit one of the stalls’ door. He groans, feeling himself getting harder than ever, and pulls her away with his fingers around her neck.

“Do that again, and I’ll make sure this is the last time I’ll be fucking you.”

Before she can reply to his snarky remark he turns her over so her front is pressed against the door. She groans, cheeks flat against the blue door.

Rafe brings one hand slowly up to her neck while the other trails down to her core, collecting her juices with his fingers before he brings them up to her pink lips. He gets closer to her ears, his own mouth watering.

If she ever thinks he would stop, she’s completely in the wrong.

“So wet for me, baby,” he whispers, playing his fingers against her lips and watching as she struggles to taste herself. “So eager for me?”

“Please, Rafe, do something.”

Rafe groans, his cock swelling painfully. Oh, he loves listening to her pleas and her begs. He can come undone from all of that hassle.

Her own hands grab the one playing with her lips and bring it closer to her pussy, and she sucks in a breath while pressing his fingers into herself. Rafe bites his lips, being so close against her he’s basically fucking her through his pants.

She knows how to move against him, and it drives him crazy. His lips are slightly parted as he watches her fuck herself with his fingers, soaking his own digits with her juices. The bathroom is now filled with her lewd noises, and Rafe wishes this moment will never end.

“People are going to hear us,” she complains, but she doesn’t do any effort to stop his fingers from entering her. She throws her head back against his shoulder, and Rafe uses the opportunity to leave a trail of wet kisses down to her neck.

“Let them,” he whispers. “Spread your legs, baby, come on.”

She doesn’t do anything, still so absorbed with the euphoric feeling starting to form in her stomach. Rafe groans, hating it when his requests are getting denied, and stops her hands from forcing his into her.

“Why’d you stop?” she moans, half annoyed when the familiar knot starts to dissipate into the thin air.

“You’re getting comfortable,” he replies, and before she can say anything else, his hands quickly pull her skirt up to reveal her glistening pussy under the orange lights of the bathroom.

“No panties?” he licks his teeth, waiting.

“Just making it easier for you,” she shrugs, and Rafe almost comes to his end at the sight of her all smug and proud. He wishes for nothing other than to wipe that look off her face, but he kind of likes it on her.

Rafe pushes himself into her and hears as she squirms from his size. After so many times they had done the deed, he would have thought she would have gotten used to him. It gives him a certain pleasure when she does the same reaction when he first enters her.

Rafe pushes up one of her knees, widening her up, and starts going at her at a much faster pace. The sex with Rafe always ends up rough, but tonight’s leaves some kind of a different feeling in her.

“You like that?” he whispers, tightening his grip around her neck. “You feel so good around me, baby.”

She doesn’t reply, still so high from the exaltation as she presses herself more against him if that’s even possible to reach her high. She moans against his shoulder, shutting her eyes and feeling her hot tears wetting her cheeks.

“Mhm,” he grumbles. “I know baby, come on. Let me help you.”

Rafe’s orgasm explodes as he lets out the hottest moan ever, filling her up with his seed and feeling her clench around him.

There is no doubt that this girl is absolutely driving him insane.

And he loves every part of it.

She melts into him as she reaches her high, head thrown back and lips parted, and Rafe involuntarily wipes the tears pooling under her eyes. She opens her eyes once she’s finally regained her balance, helping herself off Rafe and pulling her skirt down.

She places a soft kiss against his cheeks, feeling so tired she can pass out in the toilet. She walks to the sink with Rafe’s arms around her waist, still so unsure if she’s fit enough to walk on her own.

She looks up at Rafe through the big mirror, watching as he stares down at her fingers under the running water.

“How do you know where I am?” she asks, tilting her head to one side. “How do you know I’m in the club?”

Rafe’s eyes go back to focus on her mesmerizing orbs. After a while, he answers back. “Why? Are you cheating on me?”

“You know it’s not like that, Rafe,” she sighs, closing the tap and pulling a cheap tissue paper from the side. “I’m here for my friend’s birthday party.”

He doesn’t reply, and she bumps her shoulder against his.

“You’re not stalking me, are you?”

Rafe pulls her against him and breathes into her scent, “Of course not. It’s just fate that I met you here.”

She caves in and pulls him in for another kiss.

. . .

Is it normal to feel watched at all times?

The typing motion stares back at her as she tilts her head at the computer screen. She really doesn’t get it.

Her phone vibrates against the dining table, and she answers the call without a glance at the name.

“Hey!”

“Hey, Tops? What’s up?” She greets, finally cracking a smile after a whole day of being worried over being watched.

“I’m wondering if you’d like to help me out with a gift I bought for Sarah. You know, since you’re a girl.”

She stays in her position, her mind fleeing back to a certain brunette she had just kissed an hour ago.

Would he be okay with this?

It’s not like she’s cheating on him. It’s just helping a friend out.

“Yeah, sure, I’ll be at your house in a few minutes.”

Rafe has been nothing but a sweetheart to her. There may be some times his issues accidentally slipped in, but she was gentle with him. She caressed him until he was okay again, and they never spoke of it again.

She glances at the red mark around her arm from Rafe’s grip a week ago, and grimaces.

“Hey, Tops, sorry I’m so late. I stopped by for gas just now.”

Topper smiles, allowing her into his mansion and motioning her to the living room. A few gifts wrapped in purple and pink wrapping paper stare back at her, and (Y/N) widens her eyes.

“Holy shit, you’re truly a great boyfriend.”

Topper laughs, patting the empty seat beside him and pushing a small velvet box in her hands. “What do you think?”

“Is this for Sarah?” She smiles, showing her pearly white teeth. Topper can’t help but notice the dimples on her face.

“Yeah. Do you like it?”

“Yeah, I love it,” she nods, moving the small box around to get a better view of the ring under the light. “She’s a lucky girl.”

Two hours later, Topper holds the door open for her as she smiles at him. From a distance away, they look like a couple in love.

It’s no surprise that a certain figure a few cars away is clenching his fist and jaw whilst staring at the two of them.

“Thanks, (Y/N), you’re the best,” Topper sighs, pulling her into a side hug. “Give Rafe a hug for me, yeah?”

(Y/N) laughs, pushing his shoulders playfully and walking down the steps to her own car. “I always know there’s something between you two.”

She doesn’t feel like driving back home and decides to stop by at an ice cream place to get herself a milkshake, even when it’s already 10 p.m.

She likes it when she’s all alone on the island at this time of the day as she’s free to do anything she wills. She drives straight to the store, oblivious to the black jeep following her from behind.

“Can I get an oreo milkshake?” She smiles, watching as the cashier nods and goes back to the back to make her milkshake. She opens her phone, and taps on the first name on her contact.

Hey, I miss you :)

A few seconds later, her phone dings.

Rafe: Did you have fun?

“Your milkshake.”

(Y/N) jolts up to the sudden voice, and smiles apologetically at the cashier before getting her drink.

Have fun? What?

“You didn’t reply to my text.”

“Jesus fucking Christ, Rafe!” She exclaims, holding her hand out for support on the counter. She glances at the cashier, but he seems to be in the back again. “What are you doing here?”

Rafe looks down at her and god, she has never felt so small than ever. She gulps and places her drink down, because this is slowly starting to make sense.

“Rafe, are you stalking me?”

He doesn’t reply, but it’s enough for (Y/N) to turn on her heels back to her car.

The constant feeling of being watched. The random motions outside of her window and the pair of eyes she felt everywhere when she was out with some friends.

“Wait, wait, (Y/N)!” He groans, pulling her hands and halting her walk. “Please don’t leave, okay?”

“How can you do this? Don’t you trust me enough?” She yells. His jaw tightens, and she involuntarily takes a step back. “Rafe, you’re scaring me.”

“I’m just protecting you, alright?” He grunts, “And what the fuck are you doing at Topper’s house?”

Oh. So this is what everything’s about.

“None of your business,” she shoots back, and with a final thrust, she frees herself from his grasp.

Rafe laughs, wetting his lips. Before she can say anything else, he pushes her against her car door and watches as she squirms.

“You’re my fucking girlfriend, of course it’s going to be my business.”

There’s no way out of this, not when everything she’ll say will be regarded as a lie. Unless. . .

“Yeah, I fucked Topper,” she whispers, cheeks pressed against the cold metal surface of her car. “Is that what you want to hear?”

“Hm,” he sighs, and flips her over in a swift. She yelps, having to face him directly now, and all of her brief confidence dissipates into the air.

“Wanna say it again?” He whispers, his lips so close to her skin she can feel his heat.

She stares into his eyes again, feeling so scared now that he’s got her cornered, but the exciting feeling growing inside of her seems to outweigh all her fear.

“I fucked your best friend.”

“Wrong answer,” he answers, and pulls the car door open before pushing her in.

Rafe’s lips attach themselves against her collarbones as she grunts softly, pulling on his hair and fighting against every energy in her to push him away.

But she seems struck by his touch again. She can’t let go.

“Wanna get so smug on me again?” He groans, fingers trailing down to the button of her jeans before he pops it open.

(Y/N) throws her head back against the seat, so engulfed in the feeling she doesn’t ever wanna let him go. Rafe notices the change in her behavior, and god knows how much it riles him up.

“Beg.”

“Rafe,” she grunts, “Don’t play with me right now.”

Her hands reach for his fingers, but he slaps her hands away.

“Do that again and I’ll fucking kill you, (Y/N), I swear to fucking God.”

(Y/N) bites her lips, because a death threat shouldn’t leave her all perked up.

“Please,” she whispers.

“You know I’ll take care of you, right? And you’re going to let me take care of you. Can you do that?”

“Yeah.”

“Don’t see Topper again—” he tugs on her chin, “—or I’ll fucking kill you for real.”

“Okay.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” she nods eagerly. “Please, baby, touch me?”

He chuckles and bends to her eye level, watching as she tries to contain herself.

“Till death do us part?”

“Rafe—”

He grips her thigh, “Till death do us part?”

“Till death do us part.”

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itsdanii · 3 years

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I really love your “rejecting and regretting” drabbles and I would love to request one with Suna and Iwaizumi please

Rejecting you and regretting it pt. 3

hey, bub. thanks for requesting! im so glad you're liking my works ♥️ was supposed to post this yesterday but i had an appointment with my psychologist so sorry for the slight delay. that being said, here's your request for iwaizumi and suna. i hope you like it♥️

genre: slight angst to fluff, slight crack

warnings: cursing, rude behavior (resolved), please do message me if i forgot any

ft. suna rintaro, oikawa!reader x iwaizumi hajime

title says it all.

Suna Rintaro

out of all the inarizaki boys, suna rintaro was the one who managed to pique your interest

at first, you thought that he was the most quiet amongst the group but the longer you stayed as a manager, the more you realized how wrong you were

In fact, suna is one of the most talkative, along with the miya twins

you even felt bad sometimes for kita for having to discipline the three as if they were his own kids

one day, you suddenly realized that you were falling for the middle blocker

you knew that it was not a good practice to fall for someone in a team you manage but it's not like you can control who you fall for, right?

and so, you made a decision to confess to him

"Oi, y/n! What's that yer holding?"

You squeaked upon being called by Atsumu and quickly hid the cake you were holding behind your back. Smiling awkwardly, you made your way to him and placed the cake on top of the table.

It was currently lunch time and as a usual routine, you, Osamu, Atsumu and Rin were meeting at your spot just near the gym to eat.

"Can you atleast lower your voice? The moment the others see this cake, it'll be gone in a snap of a finger," you scolded at him.

"Cake? What's it for?" As if a light suddenly appeared on top of Atsumu's head, he took the box and opened it with sparkling eyes. "Looks good!"

"No, wait!"

Your lips parted as you watched him take the fork that you put inside and sliced a piece for himself. He even let out a small moan of satisfaction as the taste of the cake filled his mouth.

"That...was for Rin," you said with a tiny voice, making Atsumu raise an eyebrow at you.

"Suna? Why are ya givin' him a cake?" Noticing the way you failed to answer, a grin started forming on Atsumu's lips as the realization came into him. "Holy shit, ya like him!"

"Like who?"

You and Atsumu both froze at the sound of Suna's voice. Swallowing the lump forming in your throat, you slowly turned around to face Suna who was now frowning at you.

"Rin-chan..." you said slowly.

Suna and Osamu both took their seats, Osamu sitting beside Atsumu and Suna sitting beside you.

"Y/n likes someone?" Osamu asked and took the fork to taste the cake you made, his face lightening up as it somehow reached his standards.

Being the goofy one, Atsumu nodded with a grin. He spared Suna a quick glance before wiggling his eyebrows at you playfully. "Mhm. The one they like is actually a part of the volleyball team. Any guess, Rin-chan?"

Despite the nervousness you're feeling, you managed to roll your eyes at Atsumu as he tried imitating the way you call Suna.

Suna just shrugged his shoulders, looking almost unbothered if not for the fact that he was gripping his chopsticks a little too tightly. "Don't know, don't care."

You felt your confidence drop a little at his lack of enthusiasm. "Aren't you even just a bit curious?" you asked, hoping to get a reaction out of him.

"No, why would I be? It's not like it's any of my business. You can like whoever you want to like. It's not like I give a damn about it," Suna simply answered.

The small hope inside you that you gathered throughout the whole week just to confess completely vanished, replaced with doubt and sudden insecurity. The way he said those words seemed as if he doesn't care about you at all and the fact that he said it in front of the twins made it even worse. You felt humiliated.

You glanced at Atsumu for help and the setter just sighed before sliding the box of the now half eaten cake to Suna. "Didn't have to be so rude 'bout it, Rin. Taste the cake. Maybe it'll change yer mind and make ya realize how dense ya are."

Suna just glared at him and took a bite, his eyes darting towards your figure. "Were you supposed to give this cake to the person you like?"

Seeing you nod, Suna rolled his eyes. "I don't think it's a good idea. It tastes like shit, I'm sure the guy would reject you the moment he takes a bite."

Your heart dropped at what he said. Not only did he say that your cooking was bad but also rejected you without saying it directly. The moment you felt your eyes tearing up, you immediately stood up and left the table, ignoring the continues yells of a certain miya.

Suna stared at your back before frowning at Atsumu. "What's up their ass? I just said it didn't taste good is all. They didn't have to be sensitive." Contrary to his words, Suna grabbed the fork and continued eating the cake.

"They made the cake for ya, dumbass," Atsumu answered and stood up, quickly grabbing his things before leaving to follow you.

Suna froze upon realizing what Atsumu meant. Eyes darting towards Osamu, he muttered a small curse before gripping his hair in frustration. "Samu..."

Not even waiting for what Suna wanted to say, Osamu shook his head no with a displeased look. "Ya fucked up big time. Sorry but I can't help ya with this one."

Suna was on his own.

No matter how much he tried convincing the twins to help him, neither of them agreed. He didn't know how to approach you after what happened. You basically ignored him even during practices, only doing your duties and talking to him when instructed by Kita.

Several days went on yet you were still ignoring him, and to say that Suna was getting fed up was an understatement. Not only were you ignoring him but you were also spending too much time with Atsumu.

Sure, he was aware that you two are bestfriends, but that doesn't mean that it wouldn't turn into something more. After all, Atsumu was a likeable guy. It wouldn't be impossible for you to fall in love with someone like him.

And so, the moment Suna saw Atsumu almost kissing your cheek, he snapped.

With fast strides, he went over to your direction and pulled you away from your bestfriend who only shrugged his shoulders and went on his way as if nothing happened.

Suna stopped when you reached an empty classroom and he immediately shut the door behind him for privacy. "I'm sorry for being rude to you last time," he started.

"You weren't only rude to me, ya know?" you said and averted your gaze from him. "You also rejected me. I know that I haven't directly confessed to you yet but it still hurt. I just assumed that maybe I had a chance since we were close with each other. I'm sorry for-"

"Please, don't," Suna said to cut you off. He stepped closer to you and placed his hands on your shoulders, regret visible on his face. "Don't apologize for liking me."

"But Rin..."

"I don't want you to take it back. I like you too, y/n. So please..." Suna dropped his arms to his sides and rested his forehead on your shoulder before muttering, "Please don't ignore me anymore. I promise I'll love you the way you deserve."

You felt yourself soften at his words and despite how much what he said last time hurt you, you knew that deep inside, your heart belongs to him. You brought your hand up to run your fingertips over Suna's hair before nodding. "I won't ignore you anymore, Rin. You know why?"

He lifted his head up to look at you hopefully. "Because you like me?"

"You guessed right."

The moment you said those words, Suna immediately placed his hand on your jaw, angling your head up to him. "And I like you too."

Not able to hold himself back anymore, Suna leaned down and pressed his lips against yours, your eyes closing as you savored the feeling of finally kissing the man you like.

Iwaizumi Hajime

Iwaizumi is your brother's bestfriend

The first time you saw him was when you were in first grade, him and Tooru being a year older than you

Despite the small age gap, you still grew close with him as most of your time, you spent with Haji watching random movies and playing volleyball

When you entered high school, you only became closer to them

He protected you from bullies and those people who only wanted to use you in order to get closer to your brother

At first, you didn't notice that you were falling for him, thinking that you were just attached to him after being by his side for such a long time

But when you realized that your gazes lingered on him longer, your mind started wondering the feeling of his hand holding yours, and the way your heart fluttered everytime he was close, you knew that you've fallen for him deep

It was a Friday night, both you and Tooru were dressed in your pajamas as you waited in your room for Iwaizumi to finish making the popcorn.

Today, you all scheduled a movie night since this was the only time the three of you are free. Being a third year and a volleyball player at the same time was hard on both your brother and Iwaizumi's time and often times, you had to cancel due to them having an early practice.

Luckily for you, it seemed that their coach finally had mercy and decided to give them a weekend break.

You, on the other hand, had lots of free time in your hand since your workload isn't as heavy as theirs which is why you were always the one who adjusted when it comes to the schedule of your movie marathon night.

"Iwa-chan, gimme the one with more popcorn!" Tooru immediately said as soon as Iwaizumi stepped inside your room, balancing two bowls of popcorn in his hold.

You rolled your eyes at your brother and stood up to help Iwaizumi, purposely showing your brother how you took the one with more popcorn in it. "Sucker," you said, sticking your tongue out at him.

Iwaizumi sighed at your attitude and plopped down beside you which made your heart flutter as always.

When the movie started, you noticed how much the two were so focused on the screen. You felt a little guilty since you were basically the one who suggested the movie yet you were the one who isn't paying attention.

How can you even focus if your crush is literally sitting beside you on your bed?

You could even smell him by how close he is beside you. You were, after all, crushed in between him and your brother, a blanket covering the three of you as you squished yourselves in your bed.

As the movie went on, you felt your eyelids getting heavier. You let out a small yawn and rubbed your eyes, the sound of the people talking on the screen making you feel drowsy instead of stopping you from sleeping.

Iwaizumi, who had noticed the way your head was swaying from side to side, gently took the half empty bowl of popcorn from your hold and wiped your fingers with a baby wipe. He then carefully guided your head to rest on his shoulder before refocusing his attention on the movie.

When you woke up, the room was silent. The television was already turned off and the lamp was already turned on. You looked beside you and noticed that the spaces beside your bed were already empty, reminding you that you must've fallen asleep and Iwaizumi and Tooru must've transfered to their rooms already.

Feeling your throat demanding for some water, you slid off your bed and made your way towards the kitchen. As you grabbed the glass, you almost dropped it upon seeing a reflection of a man behind you.

"You scared me," you whispered into the quietness as you came face to face with your brother's bestfriend.

He chuckled and ruffled your hair before grabbing himself his own glass, eyes staring at you as he downed the water within seconds. "Sorry. I didn't expect you to wake up since you always sleep like a log," he said with a grin.

You lightly smacked his chest, your cheeks heating up as you felt his hard muscles, no doubt the results of playing his sport.

A small growl coming from your stomach suddenly disturbed the silence, Iwaizumi's laugh immediately booming throughout the kitchen as you blushed in embarrassment. "Shut up. I only ate popcorn, you know?"

Shaking his head with a small smile, Iwaizumi pointed at the stool before saying, "Go sit. I'll whip you up something to eat."

You immediately obliged and couldn't stop yourself from smiling as you admired his back while he cooked. "Neh, Haji," you called out.

"Hm?" he hummed, throwing a quick glance at you.

"Do you like someone?"

You knew that asking such question was bold of you, especially when neither of you totally expected it. You didn't even know how the words managed to get out of your lips. All you knew was that if there was a perfect time to confess, it would be now.

After all, with your brother enjoying his time in dream land, nobody would disturb the both of you. It was serene, and you hoped that the outcome would be just as serene as the moment.

"Where's this coming from? Is this your way of trying to confess to me?" Iwaizumi said with a chuckle.

"And what if it is? What are you going to do?" You bit your lower lip anxiously as you waited for his reply.

But instead of embracing you and confessing his feelings too just like you expected, you were greeted with the seriousness of Iwaizumi when he spun around. He walked over to you and and placed the freshly cooked Omirice infront of you.

"Then I'd have to reject you," he answered simply, his voice sounding as if the topic wasn't up for any discussion.

"Why? Is it because I'm Tooru's sibling?" You frowned at him and crossed your arms over your chest. "You know that wouldn't change anything if you date me, right? You'd still be Tooru's bestfriend."

"I already said I'd reject you. That's it, end of discussion." With that, he turned his back on you and made his way out of the kitchen.

But before he can even completely walk out on you, you grabbed his wrist to stop him. "But I like you, Haji. I always have.." You voice seemed tiny all of a sudden and your grip on his wrist tightened instinctively when you felt him removing your grip easily with his free hand.

"I'm sorry but I don't like you, y/n. Now, let go and stop with your delusions because no matter what you do, I'll never like you."

You felt your heart shatter at those words, tears quickly streaming down your cheeks as you watched him walk away, leaving you all alone in the now empty kitchen.

Guess you don't always get what you want, huh?

The rest of the weekend, you did your best avoiding Iwaizumi to make sure that you don't make him uncomfortable. You made sure to stay cooped up in your room until you were certain that Iwaizumi had already left. Heck, you even rejected your brother's offer when he asked if you wanted to go meet up with rest of the boys at the mall.

You knew that Tooru wasn't unaware that something happened since you've never rejected any offer when it comes to shopping. But even if he did, he sure stayed quiet about it and gave you space which you were thankful for.

A week rolled by and Iwaizumi was starting to get antsy. His spikes were not as good and his movements were too sloppy to the point that their coach had to sub him out during one of their practice games.

As he sat on the bench, his mind went back to the time he rejected you. Back then, he was sure that he did the right decision. He was a third year and you were only in your second year. Not only would it seem that he was after some kid, he would also look like an asshole who only befriended Oikawa for his sibling.

But that was before.

Now, he wasn't so sure anymore. He missed your affection towards him and the way you cared for him. He missed how you often visit their practice and give him first his water bottle instead of Tooru. He missed your playful banter and the way you irritate him by simply joining forces with your brother.

Fuck, he missed you.

And the way he only realized it now made it even worse.

Iwaizumi ran his fingers through his hair out of frustration, and when he saw someone handling him a water bottle, he instantly lifted his head up expecting to see you. Except it wasn't you, it was Tooru.

He mumbled a small "Thanks," before sighing evidently, making Tooru raise a questioning eyebrow at him.

"Just what happend between you and y/n?"

Seeing the panic on Iwaizumi's expression, Tooru just rolled his eyes. "Don't even try denying it, Iwa-chan. I'm not that stupid, you know? Y/n's basically isolating themselves inside their room as if they're scared that you might visit anytime and you.. your play sucks that even Makki and Matsun noticed it."

"Didn't have to remind me," Iwaizumi grunted.

"Hmm," Tooru pressed a finger to his chin as if he was thinking, eyes slightly widening as he remembered something. "Is it because they finally confessed to you?"

"How did you-"

"Oh it's simple! I heard my dearest sibling practicing their confession several times before you came last Saturday. I didn't expect them to confess that early though. The confession sounded too plain for my liking," Tooru said with a hum.

Iwaizumi could only look at him with parted lips. How come Tooru seemed unbothered by the thought of you confessing? Wasn't he supposed to act like a protective brother?

Noticing the way Iwaizumi was staring at him, Tooru pouted. "What're you looking at, Iwa-chan? You're not thinking of dating me instead, are you?"

"Dumbass. I'm thinking why you seem too relaxed at the idea of your sibling confessing to me," Iwaizumi said, hitting the back of Tooru's head.

"Eh? Why? Did you expect me to go apeshit on you?" Tooru chuckled. "Don't worry Iwa-chan, I completely approve of you dating them! Just don't try to hurt their feelings or I'll be mad for sure!"

"But I already rejected them." Iwaizumi groaned and rested his head against his palm out of frustration.

Tooru, who seemed to gain sympathy at his partner, patted his back and said, "Then we'll just have to do something about it, don't we?"

When you arrived home, the house was eerily quite. The lights were all off making you furrow your eyebrows in confusion. You knew how much Tooru hated coming home with the lights off so you always made sure to leave it on in case you arrive later than him.

"Tooru?" you called out as you switched the lights on. You surveyed the whole living room and kitchen but your brother was nowhere to be found.

Shrugging your shoulders, you went up to your room and almost screamed at the sight of a man sitting on top of your bed, a bouquet of flowers in hand along with a bunny stuffed toy.

"Why do you always have to scare the shit out of me? I swear one of these days, I'll die of heart attack because of you," you scolded as you closed the door behind you. You discarded your bag on the couch and stood in front of Iwaizumi with your arms crossed over your chest. "What's all this about?"

Scratching the back of his head, Iwaizumi spared a quick glance at your wardrobe before sighing. "They're um... They're for you." He handed you the flowers and the bunny, eyes watching you warily as you smelled the pink roses.

You weren't unaware of what was happening. You always witness these kinds of things but since you were still hurt about what he said, you decided that you wouldn't give in to him that easily.

"Thank you," you answered dryly before placing the roses on top of your study desk.

Iwaizumi cannot help but panic because of this. Have you already decided that you no longer like him? What if you already got yourself a boyfriend? His thoughts started running wild inside his head and it was only when you touched his shoulder that he was brought back to the reality.

"Sorry...I," Iwaizumi fisted his hands on his sides before continuing. "I'm sorry for hurting your feelings, y/n. I didn't want to reject you. I actually like you but I got scared. I mean, you're Oikawa Y/n, my bestfriend's sibling. I didn't want you to think that I was only friends with your brother because I like you. In the end, I hurt you and god knows how stupid I am for doing such thing."

By this time, Iwaizumi's eyes were closed, afraid of looking at your reaction. He was even biting his lips and if not for the seriousness of the moment, you would've took a picture of his adorableness.

"I guess an apologizing Haji, is a cute Haji," you said with a smile making his eyes open.

"Shut up," he said shyly with the tips of his ears turning red. "I'm being serious, you know?"

"And I'm being serious as well. I'm not kidding when I said you're being cute right now," you said, continuing to tease him.

"Y/n."

You giggled at the warning in his tone. "Alright, alright. 'm sorry." You took his hand in yours and gave it a small squeeze before lifting your gaze up to him, all signs of goofiness now vanishing from your face and replaced with honesty and admiration. "I like you too, Haji. I still do."

"Shit." Iwaizumi smiled and wrapped his arms around your waist, his strong arms lifting you off the ground out of happiness.

You squealed as you were lifted and you encircled your arms around his neck to cling to him.

"Gosh, Iwa-chan! My sister said she likes you too and the first thing you say is shit?!" Tooru said as he revealed his presence, his hand rubbing his back at the ache for staying too long in the cramped closet.

You gave Iwaizumi a few taps on his back which he immediately understood. He placed you down and grinned as he watched you taking your brother out of your room by pulling at his ear.

"Ouch, y/n-chan! Iwa-chan, help me!"

Iwaizumi just chuckled as the door infront of him slammed shut, the shouts of Tooru as you hit him bringing a sense of satisfaction to Iwaizumi.

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