ONE-SHOTS

Meant To Be Yours - WandaVision [AU]

This is my first WandaVision oneshot, so bear with me. It was requested by my good friend WonderGirl1059 (she herself has written a few VisWhite oneshots, they're really good) and it's for the (platonic!) ship Vision x White Vision, or VisWhite. The request was based on a headcanon, where Tyler Hayward is a yandere and likes White, and Vision basically comes in at the end. Trigger warning for mentions of past 'torture' (also headcanonical, and not described in-depth), murder/character death, blood, swearing I suppose?and basically some good old yandere-style angst. The AU isn't really an alternate universe, but Hayward is a yandere character and White and Vision are humans. And yes, the title is after the song from Heathers: the Musical. With all that being said, enjoy!

"Shut up! Just... just stop, okay?" Hayward finally fell silent, one hand still outstretched. Glaring at White, who still looked about ready to yell again.

"But..." The look on Director Tyler Hayward's face right then could have killed. Something inside him seemed to snap, and White noticed. Started to back away.

"But I gave you everything! I looked after you, I gave you anything you needed, I—"

"You tortured me, Hayward." White's voice cracked, ever so slightly. His eyes, their cold, crystal blue, were slightly unfocused as he stared back at him. "You hurt me, you know you did. And then you say you love me?"

There was a short pause. White's breathing came heavy and laboured, Hayward's shallow, the only two sounds audible. One fist tightened at Hayward's side, neither taking an eye off the other.

"It was Vision, wasn't it?"

White blinked for the first time in about two minutes. "What?"

"I said, it was Vision. Wasn't it?" A short laugh escaped his lips. Cruel, harsh, and forced. "He put all those ideas in your head. I wasn't torturing you!" With every word, he advanced ever so slightly closer. "I was doing what was best for you! I thought you knew that!"

White stood his ground, though his hands were shaking. "I thought I did." The two of them were even closer together now, so close that White could feel the heat radiating off of him, despite the November cold. Hayward reached out a hand, grasping at the other's wrist. White pulled away.

"So it was Vision." He stepped back slightly, an expression of anger forming in his eyes, etching itself across the director's face.

"I didn't say anything about him," White murmured, his eyes abruptly beginning to widen in realisation. "Wait-"

A sudden rush of calm seemed to wash over Hayward. The angered look in his eyes faded out, being replaced by something blank. Which, to be perfectly honest, was scarier than the rage that had been present a moment before.

"Hayward, what are you going to do?" A small note of fear punctuated that sentence, as he turned away from White. He stopped in his tracks.

"Why, nothing of course!" Hayward's voice was strained, clearly fake. "I see I did you wrong now. I'd just like to correct what I've done, and leave you alone."

To be honest, White didn't believe that for a second, but he let it go anyway. Believing a lie was better than thinking about what the alternative might be. Whatever it was.

Maybe he should have paid more attention to what Hayward did after that. Maybe if he had, Vision wouldn't have died. Though he knew he couldn't have done much about it, he still tortured himself with that fact long after his only friend was dead.

It had been a pretty decent day, before it had happened. Vision had stayed at home instead of coming with White to the library, with Wanda and their kids. He hadn't minded much — the quiet solitary of the old library had always made him feel safe, a feeling barely ever experienced when he was away from Vision. He couldn't remember what book he'd taken out that day. Not the title, or author, or even the colour of the book. But it must have been heavy, for it to have made such a thump as it hit the floor.

He'd spent hours in the soft, quiet darkness of the library, before picking the volume and taking it out. The librarian had smiled at him, that much was still clear. He couldn't drive, so he had taken a bus back to the street they lived down, and walked down to their house. There was no car in the driveway.

"Vision? Wanda?" Even to himself, his voice sounded hollow. Empty, even. "Are you guys home?" No answer. In a panic he'd run upstairs — and the book had made that thud as it hit the wood. Because his hands had started shaking so hard he couldn't hold it anymore.

"Now will you love me?" Hayward's eyes were wide, a gun tight in his hand. White could barely speak, his eyes fixed on the unidentifiable shape on the floor. Wearing Vision's jacket...

"What the fuck."

I finished this late at night, so I might go back and edit it in future, but I hope you did enjoy this little oneshot!! Thanks Wonder for requesting it, hope you enjoyed it as well. It was so much fun to write, please do vote, comment, and tell me what you think!! Thanks for reading!