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Stolen Dance (3) Beckett Cain P.O.V

Jazz 1 / Chapter 1 / Jazz 2/ Jazz 3/ Chapter 2 / Jazz 4 / Jazz 5

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Pairing: Beckett Cain (OC) x Jasmine Rogers (OC, Steve Rogers daughter)

Summary: Beckett left for college 2 years ago. Breaking thing of with his girlfriend Jazz. He thought he was over her, but now that he is reminded of her existence, he isn’t sure. Will he reach back out? Will she respond?

Authors Note: I just felt like responding with my gorgeous boi Beckett’s P.O.V FEEDBACK IS APPRECIATED.

Word count: 1125

Chapter title: Gin and Vanilla Coke

*ping*

We are half way trough dinner and I am drunk as hell, when my phone screen lights up. I am about to complain, because this means I have to do the dishes, when I see that it’s a snap from Jazz. Without giving it a second thought I grab my phone. She responded.

It was a video of her, acting offended because I wasn’t sharing my pie with her.

I didn’t wait a single moment to respond. “Oh my dear Jassssmine,” I didn’t realize I was slurring my words. “My friends want pie too, I’ll make you some when I am back home. LOVE YOU.” I was probably going to regret the ‘love you’ tomorrow, but right now it felt like the right thing to say.

“Damn Beck, I thought you guys broke up 2 years ago?” Maia says, wiggling her eyebrows.

I nod, barely taking in what she says. “I just love her.”

I feel Ingmar’s hand running over the small of my back, “Cain, I think you might have had enough to drink.” He was only joking, of course. I hope he was, because I had no plans of stopping anytime soon.

Okay I should have stopped when Ingmar told me so. It’s 3 A.M and I am hanging over the toilet, puking my guts out. Fuck, I really shouldn’t be drinking gin half and half with vanilla coke. You don’t really taste the alcohol anymore, but believe me it’s still there. Especially if all you’ve eaten is a chocolate croissant and some chicken.

I hear a soft knock against the door. “Beckett?” It’s Benji.

“Yes.” I say, though it probably sounds more like a groan.

“Are you okay?”

“Fine.”

“Oh, well you sound like shit.”

“I am-” I was going to tell him I am fine when I feel another wave of nausea hit me. Not even 5 seconds later I am back to puking.

The door opens and Ingmar sits down next to me, holding what looks like a glass of water. “Hey buddy,” he says, his tone soft and gentle. “I brought you some water, you want it?”

I nod, eager to get this gross taste out of my mouth. “I am so sorry.”

“Why, we’ve all gotten way to drunk before and you’ve always been the one to take care of us.”

I don’t remember leaving the bathroom, but the next morning I wake up in my own bed. The curtain is closed, thank god.

I reach over to grab my phone, from the nightstand, but instead I find a glass of water and an aspirin. That’s probably better anyway.

The clock on the wall shows it is 10 a.m. SHIT. IT’S MONDAY.

I ignore my hangover and the urge to puke and start running around the apartment. Class started half an hour ago. When I get downstairs I almost run straight into my Christmas tree.

Wait a second….. It’s winter break, there is no class this week.

I want to drop onto the floor and stay there. Instead I make the wise decision to grab a carton of my favorite ice cream and lay down on the couch.

Sanne was right, ice cream is the best cure for a hangover. That and water of course. Sanne is Alex’s mom. The wife of the great Bucky Barnes, the winter soldier. She was also our sex ed teacher and my very first crush…. Yes I had a crush on one of my best friends mom, don’t judge okay. I was 12.

Now I am 21 and still definitely see she isn’t ugly, but I also know she’s 42. And married, too the most dangerous assassin on the 90’s.

I was busy binge watching Suits on Netflix, so I didn’t have to search for something to watch. Thank god, because I really don’t have the energy for that. I still didn’t have my phone and I honestly don’t care at this point.

What could I possibly be missing anyway. Expect for a response to me telling Jazz I FUCKING LOVE HER!

Fack, fack fack. I want to jump infront of a train, what kind of creep drunk snaps their ex they LOVE THEM. That’s not a normal people move. That’s a pathetic loser that isn’t over his ex, kind of move. Look I am not over Jazz, but I amen’t that pathetic. Well apparently I am, because I did snap her. She must think I am some crazy weirdo. She just responded to my pie picture and I send her a full blown love confession.

The worst part isn’t even that I send it, I mean I was clearly drunk. It’s that I meant it. I do still love her. Not the way I love Gia, my other ex, no the way you your partner. The way I’ve loved her since the second we got together.

God she had been 15, almost 16 and I was 19. It felt so wrong and I knew I probably shouldn’t do it. Scrap that. I knew I definitely shouldn’t do it, but I was young and she was gorgeous and Caleb’s, Alex’s brother, best friend. Also Alex ex’s little sister, but we got together and broke up first. Not that it’s a competition….

I have a shitload of great memories with that girl, but my favorite has to be when I drove her home that very first time. I had played Iris by the Goo Goo Dolls on repeat. As I always do and she hadn’t complained, not once. It was that moment I decided I was going to charm her into liking me. Let’s just say that worked 😉

We were together for little under a year, only broke up because I was moving to Texas and she was going into senior year. Neither of us deserved to go through that with strings attached, unable to truly enjoy it, knowing we had commitments on the other side of the country.

If given the chance I wouldn’t have done it differently, it was the right choice. That doesn’t mean I’ve never regretted it though.

God she’s probably moved on already, I think remembering the guy in one of her insta pics.

And just like that I fall into a deep spiral of internet stalking a guy named Gabriel. He looks a shit load like Tate, but in the words of the fake blond king himself; ‘No one is hotter than me, Tate Harrison Bishop. I am gods best creation. Well except maybe Alex. I guess.’ He was drunk when he said it, but when we reminded him of his words, he used them as his graduation quote.

Anyway, Jazz was probably dating him and I was the pathetic loser stalking his ex’s boyfriend.

#original characters #original character writing #writing #Stolen Dance AU #Beckett Cain #Marvel au #mcu au #marvel multiverse

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