đ€đ«đČđŹđđđ„'đŹ đ§đšđđđŹâïčà§ . first mini connie fic, i wanted something cute!!!! i have a longer one in my wips, hehe⊠hope you will like this <3
The sounds of the game Detroit Become Human lulled Connie into a high. Even Eren's grunts when he made a choice that would negatively impact the story were like a sweet melody accompanying him as he floated, staring at the ceiling with glazed over eyes. Everything was perfect; he was so relaxed he wasn't thinking about the addicted clients he'd have to serve tomorrow, or how hard Ony would beat him if he knew how he was going to make his sister cum tonight.
He glanced down the stairs, alerted by your footsteps, as if you were divinely connected. His eyes followed you down with your tablet, wearing a pale pink leggings and vest set from I AM GIA. No one in your family knew, but Connie had bought it, and he felt hot just thinking you were wearing it on purpose because he was there. You looked like a pilates princess, and your vanilla scent filled the room as you approached your brother's group of friends, making Connie intoxicated, as always.
Everyone greeted you except Connie, who must play it cool as if his dick wasn't making regular in-and-out motions inside you at least four times a week. As if his heart wasn't beating, his body wasn't breathing for your beautiful, sparkling brown eyes.
You glanced at Connie, smiling shyly as if he were a stranger and not your boyfriend of several years. It was a shame your overprotective brother was in the room; you would have loved to get down on your knees to kiss the tattoos on his stomach and take his pierced dick in your mouth, turned on by his dark streetwear outfit, contrasting with your pink one. He looked like a bad boy, but the only bad guy here was Eren; Connie was a loverboy. He returned your small smile by discreetly patting the spot next to him. You sat down next to him, pleased because you thought he was looking at the drawings you were making on your tablet, but the truth was that Connie was staring at your thick thighs, which had tripled in size in your seated position. He remembered what it felt like to have them trembling around his head and adjusted his sweatpants so his erection wouldn't be noticeable. He took out his phone. You had to know.
âI want to be inside you.â
Concentrated in your digital art and oblivious to the tension, your stylus stopped drawing, your eyes rereading the message in confusion.
âIn a food, stabbing, or sexual way?â You sent.
Connie giggled softly when he received the notification. You and your autistic brain that takes everything literally. Dirty talk was a pain in the ass with you.
âAll three. Your beauty stabs me, I want to eat you up to have you inside me, and I want to fuck you.â
âThatâs something Chikage from Hakuouki would have said.â
âWho is this nobody from another otome?â
âSpeak of my husband with respect.â
âYour real future husband is right here, princesa,â he whispered in your ear. You shivered at the sensual intonation of his voice, as close as you were, your body overheating at the thought of tonight. You checked that no one was looking in your direction so you could sign âI hope so, but you know itâs not possible.â
Connie didnât lose his sweet expression, still a playful glint in his eyes. He placed his hand on your thigh to grasp the soft flesh. âOny will have to kill me with his own hands to prevent our future together. Even my spirit will haunt him. He canât do anything to me.âÂ
You quickly brushed his hand away, heat rising to your neck and burning your cheeks.
Your relationship consisted of three things: acting like goofy fools together, him playing the hero of forbidden romances, and him making love to you passionately and tenderly.
Being with Connie was like living a real rom-com, even though he was a drug dealer.
You were writing a new message. âIâm going to leave you, you make my head boil.â
He laughed softly. âSince when does my girl understand metaphors like that?â
âYes, you are. Look at what you sent me a few minutes ago.âÂ
You ignored him and went back up to your room and once at the top of the stairs you gave him the finger and he just gave you his stupid smile with his red eyes because of the weed.
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Connie walked into your room, immediately ripping off his hoodie and t-shirt and throwing them on the floor, revealing his fully tattooed chest and abdomen. Filled with designs you'd done, like the rose that started its stem on his hip and whose petals touched his ribs, the soft style of the tattoo contrasted with the harsh lines of the ink. But Connie loved it. It was like having you and him inside him, on him, for him.Â
'Heaven or Las Vegas' by Cocteau Twins played softly in your room as you sat at your vanity. The dream pop song made Connie, who was stoned out, drift even further into the psychedelic atmosphere. You detangled your hair with hair milk, separating it into four twistsâtwo in the front on each side, two in the backâso it would be easier to manage tomorrow when you went to get your hair braided by your favorite braider, who didn't charge an entire month's salary for long knotless braids. Connie admired the goddess who was his girlfriend for a long time, licking his lips as he noticed you were wearing that Savage X Fenty pale rose nightgown, which was sheer, with a ribbon bow at the center of your chest.
âMami, I missed you,â he whispered, wrapping his arms around your neck and burying his face in your scalp, inhaling the scent of rosemary mint from your Mielle hair oil, castor oil, and shea butter from your Skala leave-in conditioner. He bought that one for you after seeing a TikTok about a Brazilian influencer with the same curl pattern as you recommending it.
With your hands manicured in a French manicure, you used sign language to communicate âWe saw each other earlier,â with a roll of your eyes.
âI know, but Iâm obsessed with my princess.â He kissed the back of your neck, his cuban accent adding charisma to his voice.Â
His desire, love, and passion for you, dripping from his voice, made you feel all giddy and fuzzy in your stomach. You smiled shyly at him in the mirror of your heart-shaped vanity.
âDonât smile like that,â he said softly, almost desperately, his red eyes and dilated pupils even more affected by your little smile. âYouâre so gorgeous in this.â He played with the thin straps of your nightgown. âBut Iâm sure youâre even prettier without them, arenât you, baby?âÂ
Shyly, you ignored his compliment and finished styling your hair before protecting it with your satin bonnet, the same color as your wardrobe, before getting up to hug Connie. Thinking he wanted to make love now, you led him toward the bed, but Connie spun you around.
Chuckling, you understood he wanted to dance and followed him, as the dream pop song stopped to make way for âPunch Drunkâ by Sade. A wordless jazz track, purely instrumental, that made you feel like you were in an old jazz bar with your secret forbidden lover.Â
His hand on the small of your back, Connie made you dance, roaming around your room, laughing when you bumped into furniture because the space was small, kissing you when the saxophone was more intense than ever. He took advantage of the kisses to move his hands up and caress the voluptuous curves of your chubby body. Your fat ass, which he gripped even though you tried to push him away, the pudginess of your belly that he loved to feel under his fingers, and your ample breasts that rose and fell rapidly before him because of your barely concealed desire.
âUse your voice, what do you want?â he teased, knowing damn well you had nonverbal autism.
You glared at him and tried to push him away, but he threw you onto the bed.
âAww, Iâm such a bad boyfriend, I have to make amends for my crimes.â
He removed the rest of his clothes, keeping his black boxer briefs on for now. He stayed on his knees on the bed as you lay there, resting on your elbows.
You nodded at what he said and lifted your legs to place your French-manicured foot on the center of his collarbones. Connie smirked, knowing what you wanted.
He took your foot in his hands and kissed it all over, from heel to toe, appreciating the softness of your skin as you had just come from the shower where you had exfoliated. He wrapped his tongue around your toes, then sucked on them, his gray eyes fixed on you, a fire igniting from your core and spreading through your body.
You wanted this, you needed this. You gave him your other foot where he did the same, little shivers running through you at the movements of his tongue on your skin. Your breathing quickened as his lips moved up your leg, venturing under your nightgown. You couldn't see Connie because of your chubby belly, so you lay fully on your back, staring up at the ceiling. Not being able to speak or see him should have made your sex life difficult, but it was quite the opposite. Connie regularly checked for your consent and comfort; your nonverbal communication wasn't an issue. You tugged at his hair to let him know you liked what his tongue was doing, and you patted his shoulders to tell him to pause because the wave of overstimulation was near. As for the detailsâhow fast or slow to use his tongue, which spot to lickâConnie paid close attention to your breathing and the way your thighs clenched around his head to gauge whether he was doing a good job.
âIâm gonna keep this on you,â he breathed, liking the lacy pink panties you were wearing. He pushed it to the side, his warm breath on your cunt, in need for attention.
The music switched to âIceblink Punkâ by Cocteau Twins, and the combination of the psychedelic sound and Connieâs tongue plunging into you was surreal. You felt like you were floating high in the sky.
Connie was truly gentle, slow, and calm when he was eating you out. Eating pussy was an art, and he was the Mozart and Shakespeare of the field. He took his time pleasuring you, smiling because even when you couldnât speak; you didnât fake your panting. The warm metal ball of his piercing kept rolling around your throbbing bud, just to feel your legs tremble, but his tongue explored every corner, collecting your arousal in his mouth. He was even disappointed you'd just showered, because it lacked flavor. He was a perverted loverboy like that, yeah.
Lapping through wet folds, he groaned every time he felt the pulse of your pussy in his mouth. His hands gripped your thick hips, making them grind against his face, to guide you, to show you it was okay to do that, because your autism sometimes made you a motionless robot during sex.
âYouâre okay, baby?â he asked softly, reassured when you stroked his scalp to say yes.
After a comfortable rhythm of hip movements settled in, he removed his hands and sank his fingers inside you, all the while sucking your clit. A searing, burning sensation in your lower abdomen, almost setting your whole being ablaze, as you pulled at his short hair that had grown since his buzzcut to indicate to him that the combination was perfect.
When you reached your peak, there were no dramatic expressions or noises, just Connie nearly choking as you pushed your pelvic floor into his head and painfully squeezed your thighs around him.
âStill in a hyposensitivity mode?â he whispered, as he managed to pull away from your grip.
You nodded, catching your breath. Connie was always attentive to your autistic sensory needs, especially when you were in a sensory-seeking mode, or a mode where your sensitivity was low and you needed a lot of stimulation, like now.
He removed his underwear, nudging your entrance with his pierced tip as he laid down on you, putting all his weight on you. You were crushed by him, but it was perfect. To further satisfy your sensory needs, he wrapped his hand around your neck, squeezing comfortably. It was the perfect combination of pressure for you.
âNo tits touching?â
You shook your head. Sometimes, you needed a lot of stimulation while simultaneously hating stimulation somewhere.
He leaned down to kiss your neck. âOkay, mami. Gonna take of you, now. Do you feel my piercing?â
He slid his pierced dick through the folds, still not entering for the moment. Your hands caressed his back, digging your nails into it to communicate that yes, you feel it, and you like it. He groaned, placing more passionate open-mouthed kisses on your skin. He pushed his hips, your warmth welcoming him like a king. He smiled against your skin hearing your usual gasp when his full size was inside you.
âCanât handle these inches, huh?â he teased, sucking your earlobe. âYouâre gonna take this dick anyway. Too bad for you, princesa.â
He leaned back to see your eyes widening every time he penetrated you. He moved his hips backward to let you breathe and pushed back in.
âWhy is she wetter than usual?â
He looked at your slick cock, which covered his face with awe.
You pointed at his red eyes. His smile widened.
âAre you turned on by my stoner self? Youâre so cute.â He kissed you, his tongue entwined with yours. You breathed softly into the kiss, overwhelmed by him, his dick, his affection.
He slipped his hands under your bent knees and placed them on his shoulders. The position you were in made it impossible for him to hide your belly rolls under your sheer nightgown. He looked terrifying with his low groan and his eyes dilated by weed and your beauty, staring at your curves as if he wanted to devour you whole. He wrapped his hand around your neck again, to your great pleasure. He increased the speed of his thrusts, panting above you, obsessed with the sight of your eyes rolling back when he touched a sensitive spot inside you.
A fever rose in your belly; you were embarrassed to come so quickly again, but every movement of Connie's was precise and deep, so he chuckled when he felt your legs clench his head once more.
He kissed your forehead.
âMy baby is needy tonight.â
You nodded, cuddling him, pleading with your eyes to go even faster and harder.
He gladly spent the whole night taking care of you like he always does. Because thatâs the thing about Connie: when his princess wants something, heâs going to give it to her. Even if his best friend, your brother, would kill him if he knew.
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Self indulgent, Iâm sorry. Userâs special interest is marine life!
Simon comes home from a long day at work and finds you hunched over the coffee table, highlighting parts of a page in a book. He doesnât question it, youâre always doing something after all.
He gives you a kiss on your temple and sits next to you.
âThat book about whales?â He asks, already knowing heâs right.
âMhm,â you reply. âMigration patterns.â
He hums, playing with your hair as he watches you continue to read.
You get up after carefully marking your page with an ocean themed bookmark. You lay down beside Simon.
âCan you squish me?â
Simon doesnât hesitate to comply. He gets up, positions himself above you, then lays down on top of you.
He loves it. You love it. Heâs not putting enough weight on you for it to be painful, just enough that you feel a secure amount of pressure.
âI miss you,â you say, staring up at him.
âMiss you too, dove,â he says back, pressing kisses around your face. âI think Iâll make some pasta for dinner.â
You nod. It was the third night of pasta so far, but he wasnât tired of it. Simon knew that sometimes good olâ buttered noodles were the best option.
John most likely does not give a shit about what you're going on about unless it's something he finds interesting himself. That doesn't mean he isn't attentive, though. He's happy to listen to you stutter out random facts, asking questions now and then to show he isn't ignoring you. At the end of the day however, he isn't going to remember the specifics when you bring up the subject again in a few days.
Kyle listens intently, letting you talk for hours on end. He asks a few more questions than Price does, genuinely interested in hearing the answers. He'll make sure to bring up the topics you share in future conversations, fully indulging you in your interests of the week.
Simon comes across like he coudn't care less. He's completely silent, letting you talk at him but not really giving much back. All he offers in way of acknowledgement are a few grunts here and there. In actuality, he's 100% invested in whatever you're telling him about and he will be sending you at least three related Wikipedia pages later.
Now, with Johnny... it's really hard to infodump to him because he gets so excited. You and him are interrupting each other constantly. His enthusiasm matches yours no matter what the hyperfixation is, and he needs to hear everything you have to say about it immediately. He'll usually then chime in with his own interests when relevant (and even when they aren't, he just has to tell you anyway).
Ditsy!Reader who can do no wrong in Bruceâs eyes, he lets you get away with things that you know damn well if it were anyone else they wouldâve got a scolding.
Ditsy!Reader who seemed to be the only person in the family who could consistently stay positive.
âMorning daddy!â You exclaim loudly as you skip into the dining room.
âHey, sweetheartâ Bruce pulls you in a side hug and kisses the crown of your head as you giggle and make eye contact with Damian who sits at the table eating a piece of perfectly grilled toast with his classic scowl all over his face. Big mistake.
âMust you always wear such ridiculous, frivolous sleep attire, how do you even sleep in such a thing?â He was referring to your vintage babydoll nightgown, though his comment didnât offend you. Why would you care what he thinks about what he has to say about your clothes when heâs the one who would wear skinny jeans if not for you and Dickâs interference?
âDamian. Be nice.â Your father knew you didnât always catch onto those kinds of things â the compliments that were wrapped in disdain and faux kindness â you had a hard time seeing the deeper, hidden meaning to sentences, if they wanted to say something, just say it! Thereâs really no need to pretend to say something you donât really mean. It left Brice feeling rather protective over you.
In reply to your fatherâs scolding your younger brother just scoffed and rolled his eyes.
âAh! Miss (name), youâre finally awake! It seems I need some help in the kitchen, would you do the honour of making the pancake batter?â Alfred asks, already knowing the answer due to your fondness of doing literally anything that has to do with baking.
âIt would be my pleasure!â You ran off to the kitchen immediately.
Ditsy!Reader who Damian always go to whenever he needs to talk about things that make him worry or stress, things that he would be too ashamed to admit to anyone else. Your optimism made him feel a little better about things he thought were hopeless.
Ditsy!Reader who teams up with Damian to convince Bruce to let you keep the random stay mongrel you guys found once whilst on patrol.
Ditsy!Reader who sits with Timâs whilst he works on a case at the batcomputer and constantly asks questions completely unrelated to what youâre supposed to be doing â Timâs started to ignore you whenever you ask, hoping youâd get the hint, you never did.
Ditsy!Reader whose bestest friend is your older brother, Dick. He will literally drop anything if he finds out you need him. You often have movies nights together and do all the girly things that teenage girls would usually do at a sleepover; watching movies, gossiping, face mask, painting nails, because he knows how much it upsets you sometimes that you donât have many friends.
Ditsy!Reader who goes to Cass whenever she feels overwhelmed and doesnât want to talk, you know understands and her presence if a safe haven for you.
Ditsy!Reader who was the only one Jason didnât mind so much when he started to come back to the manor, heâd known you since you were born and youâre his baby sister, after all!
You were a peculiar child. Thatâs what everyone always told you, anyway. Thatâs what Tim and Damian said what they both first met you, and the fact that they mutually agreed it is saying a lot.
a/n: this was not proofread (I cringe so hard reading my own writing) so I apologise if I just made you read straight bullshit lmao
Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Natasha Romanoff x Autistic!Fem!Reader
Summary: After you spiral into thinking Wanda and Nat donât want you anymore, Wanda and Nat find you in the middle of the night breaking down. Can they convince you that just because you think something, it doesnât make it true?
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It takes a while to find the address listed by your new employer, embarrassingly. It's Vee Tower, one of the tallest buildings in the city, and you hadn't even realized it. Your nerves nearly get the better of you as you approach.
Fuck, you realize, this guy is someone importantâŠ!
Taking a deep breath, you steel yourself before walking up the path to the large front doors.
You can do this, you tell yourself, you're just going to be taking care of this guy's sharks for a few days, then you'll probably never see him again.
You open the doors to find a bustling lobby. Demons rush about every which way, several carrying piles of documents. You thank the powers that be that isn't you. You'd never survive an office job with papers and deadlines.
You approach the front desk, and the receptionistâa fish demon of some sortâsends you a look you can't quite decipher, but are pretty sure is judgmental or negative in some capacity.
âHi!â you greet them, mustering what you hope is a friendly smile, âI'm here to see⊠Vox? I'm here to pet-sit for⊠him?â
The receptionist shoots you another indecipherable look, before adjusting their glasses. âYes⊠let me call him down for youâŠâ they reply with a tone that you don't really like. They push a button on their headset, âVox, your pet-sitter is here.â
You watch with a now strained smile as they nod their head to a response they receive. They turn to fully face you before speaking again.
âVox will be down in a moment, please take a seat over there and wait for him.â They point to a row of seats along the wall.
It takes a moment to process what they said, but you nod anyway, standing a little too long at the desk before you turn and hesitantly take a seat. Damn! I look like an idiot!
The wait is excruciating, taking only a few minutes, but feeling like hours. You fidget in your seat, feeling for all the world like everyone is watching you, judging you.
Finally, you hear the ding! of an elevator chime, and look up to see a tall TV-headed demon stepping through the doors of the nearest elevator. He's dressed smartly, adjusting the lapels of his pinstriped tuxedo jacket before moving on to his bow tie. He takes a glance in your direction, before striding over, a wide showman's smile taking over his face.
âAh, yes!â he greets, an air of what you can only describe as smugness in his voice, â__Y/N__, right? It's so good to see you've made it! Welcome to Voxtek headquarters! I'm Vox, of course, I'm sure I need no introductionâŠ!â He leans down and offers you a handshake.
It takes a moment for you to recognize the gesture, but as soon as you do, you take his hand in yours and give it an awkward shake. You have no idea who he is, but you nod along anyway. âAh, yeahâŠ! It's nice to meet you, Vox!â you say, before brightening and standing from your seat, âSo, who are the babies I'll be taking care of?â
Vox's smug smile morphs into a more genuine one. âOf course! I'm so glad you asked!â He places a hand on your back and leads you towards the elevator, not seeming to notice your flinch at his touch.
He takes you to the floor above his studio, where access to the first tank is. Inside the tank are several cybernetically enhanced sharks of varying sizes and species. He points out each individual shark and tells you their names, and you make a mental note of each one.
Once you've seen the first tank, he takes you to the kitchen where the sharksâ food is stored and prepared. The kitchen is pristine, completely spotless, and has three fridges and two freezers filled with raw meat. Vox walks you through the feeding schedules before leading you up a few floors to his office.
â... and this here is my pride and joy!â Vox tells you, gesturing to the tank behind his desk with a flourish, âShock.wav!â
Inside is the single largest living shark you have ever seen. Sheâyou can tell she's female by the lack of claspers coming off her anal finsâis somewhere between a great white and a megalodon in size. She's a biomechanical hybrid of some sort, with pulsating electronic lights accenting her body.
You stare at Shock.wav for a moment in awe.
â... she's beautifulâŠ!â you breathe. If a little bit overweight.
Vox chuckles at your reaction. âShe is gorgeous, isn't she?â He puts a hand on your shoulder, âSo⊠you think you can handle all of them for a few days?â
âAbsolutely!â you nod.
âGreat! Great!â he approves, âWell, in that case, let me show you to your room!â
He leads you back to the elevator, and takes you up two more floors, to the floor just below the penthouse. There, he leads you down a hall to a one-bedroom condo, complete with a full bathroom and a fully-stocked kitchen.
Once the tour is finished, you and Vox take the elevator back to the ground floor.
âThank you so much for agreeing to do this, you have no idea how hard it is to get someone competent to care for these sharks!â Vox tells you, a note of what you think might be condescension in his voice. He pats your back. âWell, I have places to be! If you have any more questions, feel free to ask any of my employees!â
You nod. âOf course. Have a good trip!â you wave after him as he makes his way to the front door. âAnd donât worry, Iâll take good care of your babies for you!â
Vox turns to face you as the doors open for him, his showmanâs smile turning sinister.
âYouâd better.â
And with that, the doors close behind him.
As soon as heâs gone, youâre in animal care mode. You take the elevator back up to the first tank to check the waterâs pH and saline levels. You make some minor adjustments before heading up to do the same for Shock.wavâs tank. Once youâre satisfied with the homeostatic balance of both tanks, you take it upon yourself to put together a feeding chart for each of the sharks; noting the precise time you feed each one, as well as the weight of the meat you give them.
Before you go to bed, you eat some dinner of your own while putting together a plan to get Shock.wav down to a healthier weight involving exercise and a controlled diet.
You spend the next three days following your animal care plan, feeding the sharks and working on target-training Shock.wav. She is wonderfully intelligent, just as you suspect, and you make a note to suggest to Vox that he provide her with extra enrichment when he returns.
Itâs on the third day that you come across a problem; the tanks need cleaning, and Vox neglected to tell you where the diving gear is.
Itâs not a big problem, you can just ask one of his employees. So you think.
Youâre able to stop one Voxtek employee in his rush from one office to another, an eel demon with mismatched eyes.
âExcuse me,â you tell him, âI have a question.â
The eel demon stops, sending you a hesitant glance. âAh⊠yesâŠ?â
âYeah! Hi! Iâm the petsitter Vox hired a few days ago,â you introduce yourself, âand I was wondering if you might know where the diving gear is?â
âDiving gear?â he repeats, incredulous.
âYeah!â you push, âThereâs some algae build-up in the shark tanks, and I need diving gear in order to clean that up.â
âYou want to swim in the shark tanks?â
You frown, brows pinched in concern, âUh, yeah? I need to in order to clean the tanksâŠ!â
The eel demon shakes his head, looking at you like youâd just sprouted an extra head. âAre you crazy?â
âThatâs up to debate,â you admit truthfully, âbut not because of this. So is there any diving equipmentâŠ?â
âNo,â the demon tells you, a little too strongly, âbecause no one is crazy enough to try to swim with Mr. Voxâs sharks!â With that, he turns and continues on his way, leaving you with a dilemma.
You return to the floor with the first tank, and pace in front of it, thinking.
âThereâs no way Iâd be able to hold my breath long enough to even get to some of the algae spots, let alone clean themâŠâ you muse, âDamn⊠If only I was a fish demon, like that eel guyâŠ!â
The thought of the way he spoke to you irks you a bit.
âCrazy! He called me crazy!â You frown as you continue to pace, before stopping to stare at your reflection in the glass, âWanting to do my job doesnât make me crazy! Right?â
You scowl, before mimicking what the eel demon had told you, even trying to remember and mimic his mannerisms.
ââNo one is crazy enough to try to swim with Mr. Voxâs sharks!ââ you mock, changing your posture to match the employeeâs.
And suddenly, your reflection changes to that of an eel demon.
âHuh?â You squint, blink, and take a closer look at your reflection. Itâs not your imagination, your reflection has changed. You look down at yourself and find that yes, your reflection matches your actual current appearance.
You drop the act, slowly turning around while looking at yourself, and your body shifts back into your own demonic form, right before your eyes.
âHuh,â you say to yourself, âthatâs⊠interesting.â
You have an idea.
You begin, again, to mimic the mannerisms of the eel demon, and your body shifts once again to match. You reach to feel the gills at the side of your neck, and find that they are indeed there.
Problem unexpectedly solved.
With your newfound ability, cleaning the sharksâ tanks is easy. Sure, a couple of the sharks, including Shock.wav, charge you, but you know just what to do about that. Â
âGet rotated, idiot,â you joke underwater as you take one charging shark by the nose and gently flip it upside-down, putting it into tonic immobility.
And so it happens that the tanks are pristine when Vox returns from his business trip.
Authorâs Note: Lila and Jen in this, are the kind of characters that are not good, but not evil either, so keep that in mind when reading.
Prologue of The Stones Will Remember
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It took some time for you to breathe again.
Everyone had already sat at the table, food dished up, the smell of rosemary and thyme coating the airâyou saw the food, your eyes widened with hunger, creamy chicken pasta for most people, but Fauna had something different, it was salmon, new potaoes with rosemary, thyme and garlic, with broccoli stems.Â
That was your favourite meal, one Wanda made you countless times. It was a meal that felt like home.
Then you saw the three empty chairs all beside each other, directly opposite Agatha, Rio and Betsy.
Shit.
Right in the middle too
On the side of Agatha and Rio, there also sat Peggy, and Angieâon the other side, where the empty chairs sat, Pepper positioned herself happily next to Fauna, and on the other side of the empty seats, was Lila and Jen.Â
It was warm.Â
Your face was flushed.
The chatter was loud.
But right now, loud was okay. You could deal with loud.
âSweetheart?â Wandaâs fingers gently twisted in yours âsit in the middle of us okay? Iâll plate up your food.â A breath. âNow, do you want a drink?â Her soft voice was the calm after the storm, the smell of grass after rain, and after what he said, what his words meantâWandaâs touch was the very thing that grounded you.
You nodded in response, âAppletiser.â Your tired eyes looked up quickly âif itâs no trouble, of course.â Your words tumbled out from between your lips like that of a loosely coiled spring.
Wanda pressed one hand to your lower back, pushing, her other hand tightly in yoursâpushing you gently forward.
When Wandaâs fingers left your hand, you could feel the air curl around them, there was an emptiness you hadnât expected. It felt like a yearning for her touch, for her breath, for her. It wasnât just a want anymore. It was a need.Â
Yet you still couldnât fully admit the truth to yourself.
You were in love with both Wanda and Nat.
You stepped forward, pulse thumping against your throat, fairy wings still intact, seating yourself down on a particularly unusual comfy kitchen chair, one that was made of oak, flat, not lumpy like the old ones they had.
Your gaze stayed in the kitchen, watching Wanda and Nat move together like a poem from the 18th Century.
Beautiful, Unique, and never a step out of time.
Nat poured your drink, the bubbles drifting through the liquid, afraid that if you looked up, sheâd catch the longing written all over your face. Your eyes lingered on her handâbeautiful, softâyou wanted them wrapped around you like a soft blanket that would always keep you safe. She was watching you, nd you werenât sure if she had always been looking or if sheâd only just begun, but the smile on her lips, the kindess in her face made the heat flush right your cheeksâin front of everyone.
Was it actually warm in this room? Or was it just from the attention of two very specific and attractive women?
Natasha walked over, now with three drinks in hand, your appletiser, the only person at the table not drinking alcohol and for the first time in your life, not one person questioned it, or tried to force you to drink something you didnât want to.
It was a weird feeling.
Of safety.
Contentment.
And family.Â
The people that you chose and who have chosen you.
She also carried two glasses of wine, one for herself, one for Wanda.Â
Natasha set them down carefully on the table, the clicking of the glass echoing against the wood sliding your glass towards you, the other two in front of the free place settings, but her eyes never left yours for a a single secondâit was almost intense. That feeling you still couldnât admit to yourself, not fully. This was more than friendship, more than care and more than just new friends.Â
You knew the truthâin reality, this was love. You were just too fearful to admit the fact of the situation and your feelings, especially whilst you were still with Christopher.
The was a whole other complicationâone of which you did not know how youâd find your way out of this side of the century.
Your brain was spinning, until Natâs hand covered yours on the table âBreathe, your safe detka.â She had noticed your chest moving faster, and your eyes glazed over, zoning out from the speed of your racing thoughtsâher ouch, her voice, her scent bought you back to reality.
Detka? You frowned at the word.Â
But some how you did exactly what she said, you let out a small breath which you could tell made her happy with the smile that stretched into her cheeks. Nat stood back up, turning herself towards the kitchen to collect her own plate on the side.
Wanda began walking towards the table, two plates in her hand one, balanced like a professional waitress on her wrist and between her finger and thumb. On one, was salmon, which you assumed was for yourself, the other was the chicken pasta. Wanda placed the salmon in front of you, the smell of lemon and garlic wafting up your nostrils and you swore you were about to have a foodgasm right there and then.
Wanda set her own plate down on her place setting followed closely by Nat doing the same with her own food.Â
The two of them slid into their seats on either side of you. A gentle grin forming on both of their faces, the flush in your cheeks brightning up the whole room.
Like rudolphâs nose.
âEat, Ladybug, canât have you evaporating on us, now can we?â Wanda pressed your fork into your hand, your fingers gripped the cold metal, turning your knuckles white and Wandaâs thumb stroked over your fingers.
It was a reminder for you to relax.Â
To breathe.Â
That you were safe.Â
Wanda could always see how nervous you were, your face redâburning, your fingers holding tight to the edge of the table or your own knee, which was usually bouncing to a rhythm faster than could be played.Â
Tonight was no different.Â
You always struggled eating in front of others, but somehow here, with them on either side of youâfor the first time, you werenât actually fearfulâŠyou werenât even really thinking about it.
The salmon melted on your tongue, as you took your first bite, the beautiful taste of the lemon and dill combined with the garlic was perfect. This was a five star restaurant delicacy. Nothing was ver powering, or weirdly textured. Every ingredient balanced the other out flawlessly.Â
The best thing of all though, no one watched you as you ate, they all focussed on their own food, drinks and conversation. You sighed happily, in heaven as you looked around at these people you barely knew, but whom made you feel more at home than your own fault ever hadâfinally you relaxed into the evening at hand.
âSo,â Rio began, looking towards Wandaâbut the playful smile crossing her lips was directed at you âAgatha tells me you have set of books coming into the shop?âÂ
âMmmm, thatâs right, we had a request for them a few months ago, and I figured I would get more on the topic anyway. I do teach the subject after all.â Wanda twirled her pasta around her fork with such precision, and perfection, before slipping the fork between her wet lips.
You were almost at the end of your salmon, when your ears perked up at the sound of conversation about books.Â
You had a love for books, to fall into a world that you could escape to, to make friends with those characters, it gave you such an exhilaration of excitement, you truly could not put words on how safe books made you feel.
How they always gave you a longing for something you didnât know you wanted or needed, until your eyes graced words on the pages of the books.
âWhat books?â you ask shly, cheeks blanching as you found yourself asking the question in the middle of the already going on conversation.
Wanda heard you as clear as the blue sky on a hot summers day. She turned to you, slipping her hand on to your knee causing a quiet squeak to escape from the back of your throat, attempting to swallowed down your embarassment.
Did anyone hear that mouse like squeak?Â
You knew the chances of both Wanda and Nat having heard were certain, they never missed a single thing when it came to youâand you were pretty sure Agatha, Rio and possibly Betsy heard the noise as well.
Fuck.
Shit.
Jesus H Roosevelt Christ.Â
This was not your day.
If only the ground would swallow you whole right about now, if only a black fucking hole would open up in the middle of the dinning table, and pull you right in, then youâd never have to think about the embarrassing squeak ever again.
âWell, sweetheart, did you ever hear about the witches of Orkney?â a soft half smile graced Wandaâs lips, pausing before taking a large bite of her pasta.
You nodded, eyes wide, listening closely, intrigued, needing to know every intricate detail of this conversation.Â
Four months ago you had requested book on a very specific woman from the Orkney Islands, a woman who was executed as a witch in Scotland. Your own ancestor. The book it self was based on very real events but there was also a lot of folklore tied into it. That was of intrigue to you, seeing them both overlap in the bookâyouâd requested it from the Scarlet Witch cafe, from Agatha herself, so you were a bit confused, actually a lot confused as to why Rio was asking Wanda about it.Â
It made zero sense.
Your eyes lingered on Rio, as she took conversation with yourâwith Wanda, eyebrows furrowing with you attempting to make sense of itâ
âOH MY GOD!â You squealed making everyone jump out of their skin as the realisation hit you like a freight train in the night.
Everyone was now staring at you. All eyes watching the shy squeaky girl sitting between the most intimidating women you knew.
Luckily you didnât seem to notice their eyes on you, because all you could focus on was Wanda, and the shocker of a fact that she was the woman you had spoken about with Agatha. âYOU OWN THE SCARLET WITCH CAFĂ?!â You voice came out in a high pitched ring.
Wanda chuckled behind her wine, holding the glass against her lips, her fingers still on your knee and she squeezed gently. Nat on the other hand was very much being entertained by this discussion and your excitement, like she was watching a rom-com.
âAh, so the secret is out, my sweet curious Bug.â The corners of wandaâs lips curved upwards, like this was the best thing she had witnessed all damn week.
âYou didnât know?â Betsy perked up, her eyes shinning with intrest.
Although who wouldnât be at least a little bit curious at you finding out what seemed to be the biggest piece of information going this side of Atlantic.
You began blushing furiously, cheeks burning hotâflushing red, matching the color of Nats wine. Your hands shot up coving your face, trying to hide the utter shambles you were causing yourself and your embarrassment for not knowing the truth until now. You mumbled through your fingers âyou could have told me!â
Wanda licked her lips a little, tracing her tongue along the wetness, tilting her head in your direction âbut then Iâd have missed this utterly adorable reaction, my little darling.â
God how were you even going to survive this night. Not when you had Wanda talking to you like you were her favourite person in the entire world, subtly teasing you for how adorable both she and Nat found youâyour heart clung to them both like a raft to waterâyou honestly donât know how you lived a single day without them in your life.
But you did.
That was survival.
This was living.
You found happiness, an emotion, a feeling, youâd never really experienced in the entirety of you life, yet here you were sat between them both and your stomach was in a continuous stretch of somersaults in the pit of your stomach when either them so much as breathed in your direction.Â
Nats hand slipped onto your other knee, your breath caught like a fire in the back of your throat as her fingers pressed in gently, warmth flooding through every part of your body.
You swore to whatever god, goddess or fucking diety that was listening, if anything else like this happened tonight, you would combust into glitter. You were barely holding it together as it was, and now they both had their hands on your knees, whilst your face was close to the colour of a red hot chilli pepper.
You could feel the continuing flush in your cheeks, spiking hot, travelling down to your neck as you finished of the last of the salmon, followed by a gulp of your appletiser in an attempt to distract yourself from the two hands wrapped around both your knees. Your pulse heavy in your throat, your grip tight around the fork.
Breathe.
Just fucking breathe Y/N.
Everyone around the table had subtle smirks painted on their lips, despite most of them going back to individual conversationsâall except Pepper, Agatha, Rio and Betsy who all had their eyes on you.
That did not help how flustered you were right now and how much worse it was going to become if they kept staring at you like thisâlike this was a show and you were the main attraction.
Wanda leaned towards you. Her own cheeks pink from the alcohol now in her system, her breath warm against the side of your cheek as her finger traced gently over the edge of your ear, eliciting a soft giggle from your throat. âbreathe for me darling, don't want to face plant the potatoes.â
Nat couldnât help the chortle that escaped her mouth and nose at the same time, spluttering on her drink, but quickly swallowing down the liquid. âMy god,â she said breathlessly âleave the poor girl alone Wands, youâll break her.â Nat snickered, trying to hold a full laugh down as she twirled another piece of pasta around her forkâwhich in comparison to Wanda who was eating like the Queen of England, shovelled it in her mouth like sheâd not eaten all week.
The feeling in your very soul was that of need, of desperation, of desireâeven when you pretended otherwiseâthat this was what everyone felt for the friends sisters.Â
God.Â
Even you knew trying to convince yourself of that was completely diabolical.
It was an ache that you had for them both, the kind that say in your ribs, never letting you breathe, to allow air into your lungs. But feeling like this for both of them? Was that even a possibility? Could it really happen?
No.
Bug stop it.
Youâre delusional if you think a single thing could happen, or if you thought they even felt the tiniest bit the same for you as you did for them.
Besides, they were marriedâto each other, where would you even fit in?Â
You couldnât let your brain go thereâcouldnât, wouldn't, shouldnât. Especially not whilst you were still in a realationship. Okay, so may Christopher was utterly horrific and a fucking man child, but he stillâŠwanted you.Â
That had to be enough for now.
So you spoke to Wanda about the book shop, finding out about why she started it in the first place considering sheâs already a university lecturer. You asked her and Nat about thee joint class they host at the University. The most popular class there is, which in it self intrigued you.
Speaking also to Fauna and Betsy, with them both being the only ones your age in this particular circle, unlike your usual struggles of getting to know people your own age, they were easy to talk to. Kind, and interested in you as you were in them.
For the first time ever, there was no worries or anxiety.
It was exactly how it should be.
You could breathe and enjoy your time with other peopleâspecial people that made your heart sing.
Angie was about to make her leave but before she did, she bought over the pudding. Your eyes widened at what was placed in the middle of the table. Apple and Rhubarb crumble with oat cream. One of your absoloute favourites, and Wanda and Nat hadâ
âYouâŠyou remembered?â Your heart stopped, gaze flickering to Wanda, lump in your throat as you tried not let your stupid fucking emotions cascade you like a storm out at sea.
Wanda laughed, âof course sweet girl,â her fingers came up to your cheek âlittle lady bug, we meant it, nothing is too much for us, not when it comes to you.â
God.
It was as if the air had been swept right out from under you, gasping for your final breath in the middle of a desert, crawling to the last drop of water, especially in that whisper-soft voice that made your knees buckle.
Thank fuck you were already seated.
Was she trying to make you flutter into an actual fairy mess?Â
Because it was working.
You were a puddle, a fairy puddle.
âHere,â Nat slid a napkin towards you âdonât cry into the crumble detka, we know you don't like soggy food.â
You shook your head, laughing in the back of your throat picking up your spoon and digging in to your food.Â
Taking a small breath again as you ate, and then Rio began to ask you about your degree, and then a question came from Betsy that made the whole room freeze.
It was like watching a dear in headlights when the words fell from between her lips and landed with a thud on the table in front of her.
Then everyone laughed.
You werenât sure which was more confusing.
âSoâŠY/N, dom or sub?â Betsy asked as she shovelled her food into her mouth, as if it was going out of fashion.
You really didn't see a problem with the question, but that was because you didnât completely understand it.Â
Your face puzzled, slipping the spoon between your lips, trying to understand the question at hand.
You felt Wandaâs hand on your knee freeze, her thumb had been tracing small circles until Betsy spokeâand the way Nat looked towards you with a devilish smirk, she was genuinely curious, inquisitive, like she wasnât sure what your answer would be, but she certainly was intriguedâlike she was collecting data for how they would proceed with you.
âI- Iâm not a fan of subway, so dominos I guess, Iâm even fussy with my pizza to be honest, soââ you stopped when you saw the smirks, and sniggers around the table, and your heart began to beat in the pit of your stomach from the sheer panic that youâd said something utterly stupid.
Utterly wrong.
UtterlyâŠpathetic and idiotic.
Betsy laughed.
Rio and Agatha smirked.
Nat ran her fingers across your knuckles, in a slow, gentle motion, that made every nerve in your body light up like electricity sparking.
Wanda just smiled softly, gazing at you as if you had hung the moon and the stars themselves, as was Nat, it was a little unnervingâŠnot uncomfortable, just, you felt a shift in how they were around you from all previous times youâd spent with them. Something had changed heavily between you and the two of them. It was stronger, like the connection was growing, like flowers that bloom in spring.
âDOMINOS! SHE SAID DOMINIOS!â Betsy wheezed, hitting her palm on the table, making the cutlery clatter from the sudden thump ânext sheâll say BDSM stands for Burgers, Dips, Snacks and Milkshakes.âÂ
Fuck.
You felt so dumb, especially as that is probably what you would have said if sheâd of asked you. But now you were wondering what BDSM really did stand for.Â
Maybe something to ask Wanda and Nat later, if it wasnât answered in this conversation.
You saw Nat give Rio a look, like a nod that something wasnât quite as okay as she would like it to be, but you werenât entirely sure. Your heart was still explodingâsitting between your two favorite people who you wouldnât admit that they cared for you as more than a friend.
You couldnât see it.
You were oblivious, especially when something was staring you blank point in the face.
âBURGERS! AND! AND! MILKSHAKES!â Betsy couldnât breathe from laughing so hard, and thenâshe hit her first on the table from laughing so hard making the table shake much harder than beforeâwhich made you unexpectedly flinch.
Rio moved quickly. Her fingers suddenly around Betsyâs jaw, forcing eye contact, not caring who was watching as long as she had her full, undivided attention âSweetheart. That. Is. Enough.â Her fingers pressed in just a little, waiting until Betsy nodded before removing her fingers from the girls face âgood girl.â
Your brows furrowed watching the scene unfold.
What on earth had you just witnessed? And why was your answer so comedic to her?
âNat?â You whisper, leaning closer towards her body, your lips at the side of her head and your hand cupping her ear âwhatâs a domme?â
Nat spluttered, choking on her wine, gulping for air before staring daggers in Betsyâs direction. Like what the fuck was she playing at? Now they had to have this conversation with you, and so much sooner than she and Wanda could have ever expected.Â
âLater sweet girl, later.â Nats voice, soft, calm, and steady as she began to clear the table, collecting the dishes and turning the conversation to Peggy Carter and Fauna. âPeggy? You and Fauna staying?âÂ
âButââ you tried, but Wandaâs fingers squeezed around your knee, and you immediately stopped trying to get them to explain, you would honestly do anything she told you to in the moment. âweâll talk to you about it later bug, I promise.â
You were finally led away from table, taken in hand by Rio through to the living room. Her fingers gently clasping your palm, whilst Wanda and Nat cleared the table and tidied up th kitchen.Â
Usually they would have waited till after everyone had gone, but you were sure they were going to take this time to discuss you and some of the conversations that had happened and would need to happen.Â
You followed Rio, not wanting to leave Wanda and Nat, but with some insistance, with Wanda telling you theyâd be quick, and to trust Rio, you allowed yourself to be taken you away by the woman with face paint, that made her look like deathâwell a skeleton.
You sat yourself on the soft couch next to her and Lila Calderuâan older woman, a bit cooky but otherwise harmless, palms sweating from the nerves of sitting with new people without Wanda or Nat beside youâit was unnerving and a little anxiety inducing.
But something just feltâoff. You couldnât really put your finger on it.
They were kind.
You were naive.
That was the problem in most spaces for youâthis was no different.
And you couldn't never really understand the difference between when someone genuinely wanted to be your friend and when they were being manipulative assholes. You never had been able to see the truth of that in people.
âWell, well, well, so youâre the famous Bug weâve heard so much about?â Lila smiled, on the surface it was innocent enough, but something felt like it lay behind her eyes that you couldnât see. She tucked a loose strand of your hair behind you ear.Â
Was she just being friendly? Perhaps? Or maybe she had an agenda that you werenât quite sure of.
Ontheotherhand, maybe you were just over reacting, through your own personal history, people hadnât shown you honesty when it came to their intentions. At this point, you were just used to expecting the worst.
âItâs Y/N if you donât mind.â You didnât really feel comfortable with strangers calling you Bug. It had become something that only Wanda and Nat had taken to calling you. But still telling other people they couldnât? That was scary. Putting in boundaries? Even scarier.Â
Your voice cracked as you said the words. You werenât exactly sure where you got the nerve, but no way were you going to let someone you hadnât even had a conversation with yet, call you ladybugânot until you knew her better and knew she wasnât going to be trouble. You automatically shifted closer to Rio , she felt the nearest safe person right now.
âOh? Do I not get the privilege of that name? and for such a pretty little thing like you?â she shifted closer.
âYeah, well, I donât know you.â You muttered âno offence, just I know Wanda, Nat, Agatha, Rio and I have gotten to know Betsy, butâŠlook itâs nothing against you, itâs just, Iâm not comfortable with you yet,â you paused taking a awkward sip of your drink, eyes darting towards the kitchen hoping Wanda and Nat wouldnât be much longer, because you were certain that you would crumble before they appeared.
âhmm, maybe not, but,â Lila touched the fabric of your sweater pulling at the sleeve âpretty, sweet little thing arenât you,â Lila chuckledâthen from across the room, you noticed Jen, the way her lips curved upwards into a mischievous smile that made you uneasy, her dark red nails matching that of her wine and lips.
âSo adorably innocent.â Jen quirked an eyebrow, taking another sip of her wine, and now, something told you that Wanda and Nat didnât just dislike them for being late, maybe it was something more than what you could see or understand.
âLila. Stop. This isnât the time or place for your games.â Unlike the Rio that had spoken to your warmly, her voice came through like a crack in the glass.Â
âItâs just a bit of fun, whatâs the big deal. Sheâs not even theirs.â Lila growled. Leaning back against the sofa in a huff.
None of you heard the heels that walked in from the kitchen.
Sharp, deliberate, echoing across wood.
You stiffened, eyes shut, trying to pretend this wasnât happening.
Lilaâs hand came up to your cheek, your body went still as she pinched your cheek âno harm in it, is there sweetie pie?â
Suddenly, you smelt the vanilla that was Wandaâs perfume, her hand snapped around Lilaâs wrist in such determined hatredâsomething you had never seen from her before. âHands. Off.â Wandaâs fingers squeezed tighter around her wrist âYou do not fucking touch without consent. You know that, this has always been the rule, and youâre in mine and Natâs home, and she,â Wanda kept her eyes locked on Lila âis off limits.âÂ
The air in the room began to crackle from her anger, her possessiveness, her protectiveness over you.
âWandsâŠâ Nats voice came through with an echo, concern for her wife as Wanda did not move. Her green eyes crackling with fury âWANDA!â Nat finally snapped, pulling Wanda away with her words.
âLila. Time to go. And you Jen.â Nat stood in the corner, arms folded, tea towel draped over her shoulder, watching with careful eyes.
You were their priority. Your comfort. Your safety. The was the most important thing right now.
âOh don't be a spoiled sportââ Jen tried to lighten the mood but it fell on deaf ears.
Silence.
You were sat practically on top of Rio at this point, Wanda stood full body in front of you in a protective stance.Â
Nat scowled at Jen, daring her to say another word or for Lila to do or say something elseâyou werenât sure if sheâd done it intentionally or not.Â
But right now that didnât matter.
Not to you.
Not to Rio.
And certainly not to Wanda and Nat.
âSheâs drunk. You both are. Now go home.â
Agatha found herself on her feet âitâs okay, Iâve got it. Iâll take these two idiots home.â She leaned in, kissing Rio gently on the lips and grabbed her goat. âCome on dumb and dumber. My car. Now.â
Lila and Jen were both dragged out the house like misbehaving school children, growling about how it was just a joke and people shouldnât take it so seriously and Agatha snapping as the door closed âwill you two shut up and get in the damn car.â
Once you all heard the door shut with a click, you found yourself letting out a breath you hadnât even realised you were holding tight in your lungs.
Wanda turned to you, unclenching both her jaw and fists.Â
Slowly her lungs expanded, she bent her knees, crouching down in front of you, one hand sliding on top of your bouncing knee, the other hand gently slipping under your chin and pulling your gaze towards her. âIâm sorry sweetheart, I should have asked them to leave when they first arrived, they, we, they always push too far, and Iâm sorry. You did so good. Myself and Nat are so fucking proud of you."
âWe really are.â Nat agreed, stepping closer to the two of you âWeâre so very proud of you ladybug!â Her cat bell still jingling like a cat about to make her entrance.
âI,â the words were on the tip of her your tongue, squirming and ready to tumble out, but being held back back by a rope to your lungs
The sweat on your skin, covered both your hands and behind your knees, your stomach was continuously pulling, twisting into knots like you were dangling of the verge of the cliff with the rope on its last thread about to snap, âIâve never seen you angry before. That wasâŠfire.â And you meant it.Â
There was a rage bubbling like lava beneath Wanda.Â
Her feelings towards Lila and Jen.Â
Her eyes glowing green with a kind of magic you had not seen before, you were certain that she would destroy the world before anyone even looked at you or touched you like that again.Â
The way Wanda had reacted, grabbing Lilaâs wrist so firmly, it wasnât something that had scared you, quite the opposite. It had intrigued you as to why, or how she could be so protective over⊠you.Â
You weren't special. You were just you.
Wanda couldnât help but laugh, her hands cupping your warm cheeks âOf course my fire burns for you sweetheart, you are a very special girl.âÂ
And your breath caught, the moment she said it.
Was there really more to her feelings than you had ever realised?Â
Did Nat feel the same?
The beat of your heart was pulsing in your ears. Things were coming together, linking, words being said, and you beginning to understand what they really meant. But still, you werenât ready to acknowledge or take it on board, not fully, not yet.
But very, very soon.
Wanda nodded, her thumb stroking your cheek before taking your glass to refill it.
Nat followed needing to talk to her wife about what had just happened, out of ear shot of you.
âWanda?â Nat gripped Wandaâs elbow as she poured the new bottle of appletiser âwhat was that?â
âWhat?â Wanda grit her teeth, knuckles whitening around the glass.
âDetka.â Nat turned her wife to face her as soon as sheâd finished pouring the bubbly liquid, her fingers wrapping over her wifes wrists, and throwing the tea towel to the side âNot only did you almost take Lilaâs wrist out itâs socket, but you almost,â Nat checked over her shoulder to ensure the door was still shut and know one, especially you, could not hear what she was about to say. In a hushed toned, Nat continued âyou almost, your magic Wanda, you almost lost control of it.â
âI know Nat!â Wanda snapped, slamming the class down of the table, her voice trembling, realising, knowing how much she came close to loosing control of her magic, for the first time in years.
A knock sounded, interrupting their conversation and Rioâs head poked round âSorry to interrupt.â
âYouâre fine.â Wanda said, masking her frustration âeverything okay?â
âY/N has fallen asleep, sheâs curled up on the couch, and we werenât sure if we should wake her up.â
âNo, donât wake her.â Nat smiled, âbut you and the rest get off now, weâve got out bug.â
Nat hadnât even realised sheâd said it.
Rio quirked an eyebrow in her direction, before nodding and leaving.
âOur bug, huh?â Wanda grinned, like they were both finally admitting the truth about how they felt for you.
You were fast asleep on the couch, wings still on, cardigan removed and on the floor. Your head on the pillows that Rio had put there to ensure you didnât get a creak in your neck.
Wanda and Nat came back through, eyes falling on you the second the stepped into the living room. Wanda pressed her hand to her chest, clutching her invisible pearls.
âNatâŠâ Wanda said just under her breath so as to not to wake you from your sleeping slumber. She knelt down at the side of the couch near your head, and Nat followed in unison.Â
âSheâs sucking her thumb.â Nat whispered.
âGod sheâs adorable.â
âSheâs too precious.â
The two of them continued to watch, seeing you so peaceful did something to herâif you thought she was protective before, you had seen nothing yet.Â
Wanda ran her fingers across your cheek, whilst Nat pressed her hand against your calf, her thumb gently stroking, and Wanda moved her fingers from your cheek, to slowly tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear.Â
âLetâs get her up to bed.â Nat stood, pressing a hand onto Wandaâs shoulder, âthe bed in her room is all made up anyway.â
Word Count: 1.6k
Warnings: not proof read, mentions of past abusive partner, reader has autism, panic attack, i think thats it please lmk if i missed anything
Other Shit: um... ya idk how i fell abt this. enjoy?
Summary: Reader has trauma from their past partner and jason accidentally triggers it.
When you wake up this morning you already felt off. You were tired, anxious and on edge. Jason noticed. Of course he did. But this wasn't too abnormal for you. You're autistic, sometimes this just happens. The way your hands trembled slightly as you clung to him in your sleep, it worried him of course but he didn't think too much of it. You whined in your sleep when he got out of bed to make coffee and breakfast. He kissed your forehead before leaving the room.
Eventually you wake up alone and sleepily shuffle to the kitchen. Jason is at the stove with something sizzling in a pan. You come up behind him, wrapping your arms around his waist and pressing your face between his shoulder blades.
âNot right now baby.â Jason mutters.
You don't let go, just nuzzle your face in more.
âNot now.â He says more firmly, nudging you off.
âI'm sorry.â You mumble before letting go and stepping back. âIs there anything I can help with?â
âNo. Go sit down please.â
You go sit down at the table. Once Jason is done making breakfast he brings you your breakfast on your favorite plate with your favorite fork. It's exactly how you like it. You quietly thank him before you start eating. Jason observes you for a while before he starts eating his breakfast.
âAre you ok?â Jason asks, eyebrows knit together.
You nod looking down at your food.
âDarling, look at me.â He says softly.
You reluctantly look up at him.
âIâm sorry I rejected your hug. I didn't want you to burn yourself. The hot oil was splattering out of the pan. I should have told you that. I can give you a hug now if you would like.â Once you give him a small nod he makes his way to your side of the table. He wraps his arms around you and places kisses to your hair. âGood morning my love.â He mutters into your hair.
After breakfast you pick up the plates and prepare to wash them when Jason stops you.
âI'll do it.â
âWhy? I'm trying to help.â
âI don't need you to help. Just chill. Go sit down.â He insists walking away with the plates.Â
âI- ok.â You shuffle over to the couch.
Jason cleans up then goes to your shared room to get ready for the day. He has to go grocery shopping today. Eventually he comes back out dressed.
âAre you going to the store?â You ask quietly.Â
âYeah, I'll be back soon. Text me if you need anything.â He pets your hair as he passes the couch.
Once you're alone you curl into the corner of the couch and start to over think. Jason seems off today. Are you bothering him? Is he mad at you? What did you do wrong? Maybe he's just getting tired of you. You're too needy anyway. Of course he's tired of you.Â
You remember you are out of your favorite snack and they're not in the list. You pull out your phone to text Jason but hesitate. You don't want to bother him. It already seems like you did something wrong. It's ok. You can go a week without snacks. It's fine. You don't want to inconvenience Jason any further. You put your phone down and start picking. First you pick at the pilled up fuzz on your blanket. Then the loose threads on your hoodie. And when that doesn't work you move to your skin. You start picking at the skin on your fingers. When one finger starts bleeding you curl it into your black hoodie to stop the blood and move on to the next one. Once the bleeding is too much you decide it's time for band-aids. You stand up and head to the bathroom. Reaching for your band-aids you realize that you're probably undeserving of the cute happy band-aids. Instead you reach for the plain ones Jason usually uses and wrap one around each of your bleeding fingers.
You go back to the couch and curl in on yourself. You sit in the silence of your apartment, the side of your face resting against the couch. You wait.
The jingle of keys wakes you from your silent spiral. As Jason opens the door you go to stand but decide not to get in his way.
âCan I help?â You murmur.
âNo. I'm ok. You stay there.â
âOk. Let me know when you're done. I'm thirsty but I don't want to get in your way.â Your voice is small and hesitant.
Jason freezes. âAre you ok?â
âMhmâ
âC'mere.â Jason instructs.
You hesitantly get up and move over to him.
âWhat's wrong?â Jason's eyebrows knit together with a small frown. He has his hands on your shoulders.
âNothing. I just don't want to get in your way.â
Gently Jason runs his hands down your arms to find your hands. He freezes when he feels the bandages. His heart sinks when he looks down at your hands. âBaby, did you hurt yourself again?â
Suddenly the groceries on the counter were very interesting. You pull out of his gentle grasp to rifle through the bags.
âBaby.â He says firmly. When you ignore him he spins you around. Manhandling you (gently) so you are facing him. âHey.â He snaps. âLook at me.â He sounds angry. At least to you.
You flinch and stumble back covering your ears. You bump into the counter knocking a mug, sending it shattering on the floor. You let out a loud whimper at the sound.
âShit!â Jason quickly scoops you up so you don't step on the shards. He cradles you to his chest.
âI'm sorry. I'm sorry.â You quietly sob into his chest. âI didn't mean to. I'm sorry.â Your trembling fingers curl into his shirt. âPlease don't. Please-â Your voice is so small and so shaky it breaks Jason's heart.
Jason gently shushes you. He knows your past. He knows what someone you loved used to do to you when you made mistakes. He would never ever do that to you. You are his world, he loves you so much, he would risk his life for yours. âBaby.â He murmurs. âSweetheart, I would never ever hurt you. I need you to breathe. Deep breaths. The mug is replaceable. That was not your fault. Breath. You're ok. No one will hurt you.â
âPlease. Please don't be tired of me. Please! I'll do better! Iâm sorry! Please don't hurt me.â The last part is quiet. So so broken Jason can hardly hear it. You're chest is tight, the air burns and the tears are hot on your cheeks.
Jason sets you in the counter and when you turn away from him he circles it to look at you. His boots crunch the broken ceramic on the floor. He kneels down so he's lower than you. Trying to make his large body as small as possible. Gently placing his hand on your knee he looks up at you with worried eyes. âBaby doll, I understand if you don't want to look at me but will you listen? Please?â Jason waits a moment to know you're listening. âI promise you on my whole being that I will never hurt you. I'm not like him. I will never be like him. I love you. I love you so much. I will never leave you. Or get tired of you.â
Whish glassy eyes you peak down at him. His face is full of genuine, worried love. You sit there for what feels like minutes just looking at each other before you give him a small nod.
Jason lets out a breath he didn't even realize he was holding. âWhat do you need right now?â
You open your mouth to respond but hesitate to speak. Jason looks up at you patiently. âHugs.â
With a soft chuckle and a small smile Jason stands up and wraps his arms around you. Cradling the back of your head as you bury yourself into him. âI'm so sorry I scared you.â He whispers into the top of your head. â...did something happen to make that reaction so bad?â
âI- ⊠I had a bad dream that you started acting like⊠him⊠a-and you got tired of me⊠And then when I woke up this morning you started rejecting me⊠and it felt like you were avoiding me. And I⊠I got scared that maybe it was true⊠It was dumb. I'm sorry.â
Jason's heart shatters at the thought of treating you like that. His hug tightens. âGod I'm so sorry. And please don't apologize. It's not your fault. I should have communicated with you better. I noticed that you weren't feeling good this morning, that's why I didn't want your help. I didn't want you to push yourself. God sweetheart I will never ever ever get tired of you. You're it for me, endgame, love of my life. I would give up being Red Hood for you if you asked.â
âDon't do that you murmur back.â
âI will if you said.â
There's a long beat. Your breath has finally evened out, Jason's thumb is rubbing soft circles on your knee. âAre you ok now?â You give him a small nod and he stands up, knees cracking. âOk I'm gonna clean this up. Stay here until I'm done ok? I don't want you hurting yourself more. Also I'm getting you your fun band-aids. You deserve them.â