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superhero--imagines · 3 years

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A/N: Shout out to @ideas-for-you-to-adopt for inspiring/writing a lot of the headcanons used for the “Bella Suspicion” part of this chapter!

I’m posting this a day early, because, well I’m flakey like that

* You spear another piece of pineapple, your teeth grinding together

* “I think that sounds perfect!” Lauren squeals lightly grasping Bella’s shoulder, Bella gives a small smile in return.

* You know what isn’t perfect?

* The fact that nothing is going according to plan.

* It’s already a month in and NOTHING has happened. You stab another piece of pineapple, sticking it into your mouth

* You’ve hung back in the school parking lot everyday for a MONTH, you were even late to cheer practice once, just to see if the “Tyler Van Accident” happened.

* Only it never did, and you didn’t know why until Lauren confided that she and Tyler had been hooking up lately.

* As in hooking up at her house after school before her parents came home.

* Of course it’s not going to happen when Tyler’s ditching his last period to drive to her house

* What a mess

* You chew the pineapple carefully, just like a human would. Because even though Bella knows LITERALLY NOTHING. She somehow suspects everything.

* You watch her from the corner of your eye, making polite conversation with Angela about biology next period.

* The amount of questions she has about you is ridiculous

* How did you meet Edward? How does your family know the Cullen’s? Where are you adoptive parents now? If they’re back in the states why haven’t you gone to live with them?

* It’s literally never ending. And that’s just her trying to poke holes in your story.

* You’re not even going to start with all the stuff she’s commented on your physical appearance

* “Hey don’t you think it’s weird they all have gold eyes?” You had heard Bella quietly ask Jessica when she thought you couldn’t hear

* “Not really, they’ve got like six kids, so when one kid needs something more of them do too. (Y/N) told me Alice wanted color contacts so Dr. Cullen just bought some for all of them.”

* And then the week before that, while you were doing a stunt at a basketball game Bella said:

* “Aren’t they like, too strong?” You were lifting up a girl all on your own.

* “Oh yeah- I guess you never saw the video, apparently they’re jacked.” Conner says, with a shrug.

* “Yeah they heard working out helps with stress when they were like 12 and just never stopped.” Mike adds absentmindedly

* And if that wasn’t enough she’s even said this a few weeks before that:

* “Don’t you think it’s weird how beautiful they all are?” Lauren wrinkles her nose, at the time she had gotten used to Bella but she still doesn’t seem to like her very much

* “Not really, I remember (Y/N) wasn’t all that pretty freshman year, they used to wear these really dorky glasses.”

* You had almost started to forget how good you had it, after you did all the leg work in the last two years to establish that you were normal -just kinda quirky- you had just started to enjoy the pay off. A little more lax with your appearance, wearing clothes you liked, doing more solo routines in cheer.

* Only for little Miss.Curious to show up

* Now you have to try extra hard to look human again. And not just you, the entire coven does, because when one of you falls under suspicion you all do.

* Rosalie’s been making her hair look messy every so often to give the illusion that she’s having a bad hair day, Alice wears a retainer every so often, even Emmett pretends to need the bathroom more than he usually does.

* This morning you even had Rosalie do a fake pimple on your jaw.

* If Bella wasn’t going to be your best friends’ future wife, you think you might just hate her.

* You kind of sympathize with Rosalie in the book now.

* “Hey (Y/N) are you in?” Conner asks nudging his elbow against yours.

* “In for what?” You mumble, spearing another piece of pineapple. Another downside is now you have to eat at lunch. Otherwise Bella starts asking why you never eat and everyone gets really concerned and starts force feeding you

* God, all those years of establish you have low blood sugar and acid reflux induced nausea for nothing

* “La Push beach, we’re all going this weekend.” You perk up at the mention

* Finally, something’s getting back on track

* “Can’t, cheer stuff.” You mumble, shoving your food around your plate with your fork.

* You don’t miss Bella’s meaningful glance on your mostly full plate.

* Oh great, you can practically see the question “don’t you think it’s weird how they never eat anything?” Forming in the inner corners of her mind

* “What about you Edward?” Lauren flutters her eyelashes and you have to stop yourself from rolling your eyes.

* Lauren’s still annoyed that even though they’re hooking up, Tyler hasn’t made anything official yet

* Alice told her flirting with another guy might help.

* “He’s not going either.” You say before Edward can even open his mouth. He doesn’t say anything just gives you a questioning look and a smile.

* Looks like he’s finding everyone else’s thoughts more interesting

* “Are you guys going on a date?” Jessica waggles her eyebrows and on the other side of the table Bella sputters.

* You roll your eyes

* “No Jessica, but if I can’t go have fun neither can he.” Technically you both are forbidden to go on tribal land but whatever. “Best friend code.”

* Also you’re pretty sure Edward and Emmett are going to Yellowstone to eat bears or something, like a couple of heathens

* The thought of eating straight out of bear, no idea what they’ve eaten or where they’ve been doing their business, makes you shudder.

* You did mention to them both that if they happen to find an orphaned bear cub somewhere to bring it back. You’ve been wanting to experiment with bear blood.

* “Best friend code.” Edward repeats slowly, and the look he gives you makes your stomach flutter. And it’s not because you just ate half a salad.

* You’re knocked out of the look when Conner bumps his knee against yours

* “Well that’s a shame, I was looking forward to seeing you in a swimsuit.”

* So Conner’s been flirting a lot with you lately. Kind of weird, your best guess is that he was hoping to date Lauren, but now that she’s kinda seeing Tyler, you’re starting to look good.

* “Maybe you should have a pool party at that fancy house of yours then.” The group laughs but Conner just smirks

* “Whatever you want babe but-“ the bell cuts him off and you give him a consolatory pat on the arm.

* You move to throw away the leftover food on your plate, walking with Edward

* “We’re ditching right?” You ask him as you toss the plate into the trash.

* “Yeah Mr. Barnes is doing his blood type experiment today.” Like he even needs an excuse to skip school. “Do you want to go to the bookstore or something?”

* You shake your head, that won’t do, when Bella faints Edward needs to be there so they can fall in love

* “Wanna just hang out in my car? We can listen to that new Debussy CD I got.”

* Edward gives you a small smile, like he’s not really happy

* “Whatever you want.”

* Wait what’s up with that.

* “Hey, (Y/N)!” Bella calls out for you and Edward grimaces.

* “I’ll meet you at your car” wait he’s not going to stay here? If this was a dating video game he’d be the kind of player that wasted all the capture flags and then complains when they end up all alone.

* He leaves just as Bella gets to you. She spares a fleeting glance in Edward’s direction, almost looking sad as she watches him walk away before she looks to you

* “Are you heading over to biology?” She really is cute, like a puppy. She must have been hoping to get a little closer to Edward.

* You almost feel bad for not warning her what with her issues on blood.

* “Nah I’ve got to finish my trig homework so I’m going to skip.” You fake a yawn.

* Oh, before you forget

* “I actually got you something.”

* You hand her a carefully wrapped gift bag, compliments of Rosalie of course

* “Vitamins?” Bella asks, her eyebrows threading together

* “Yeah, it’s like a vitamin powder, you just add it to water. We bought a big family pack so I thought I would share some with you.”

* Also because you’re 100% sure she’s anemic.

* Part of the reason you like the way she smells so much is because of her anemia, if it’s just the peach scent you can probably contain yourself.

* You wave goodbye and Bella looks down at the package in her hands with a goofy expression. She hugs it to her chest before her expression pinches.

* “I should have offered to let them copy my notes” Bella murmurs to herself. Smacking her forehead and walking to biology.

* When you manage to sneak out to the parking lot through the gym doors, you see Edward leaning against your car, looking bored as he looks to the tree line

* “Why didn’t you sit inside? You look like a douchebag.”

* “I would have if someone had given me the keys”

* Like that’s stopped him before

* You unlock the car, letting it start with a hum before you pull out your trig homework

* You weren’t entirely lying to Bella, you really hadn’t finished you homework

* Edward pulls out a book from his bag, you’re not ashamed to say you’ve gotten him super into “The City of Ember” series

* “Hey why did you walk away when Bella came over?” you’re only half curious, mostly just trying to make conversation. “You don’t hate her do you?” You add with a laugh.

* The mere thought of Edward Cullen hating Bella Swan is laughable.

* “Yeah I do.”

* You find yourself coughing from the sheer shock.

* “You mean she frustrates you because you can’t read her mind.” Edward has spared you a concerned glance when you started coughing, but has turned his attention back to his book

*” No I mean I don’t like her, and I don’t like being around her.” He doesn’t look up from his book as he says it.

* “But why?” Yeah she’s a little plain, and she’s still pretty shy even though you’ve been hanging out for a month and all those damn questions

* But she’s got good taste in books, and she’s pretty straightforward.

* She’s not the type of person to go behind your back, if you did something to upset her she’ll tell you straight to your face.

* Honestly she’s a lot like Angela, minus the hidden cunning nature.

* Edward eyes narrow and a heavy sigh escapes him. His head tilts back to rest against the passenger seat headrest.

* His neck is so long and white. The color of freshly fallen snow. You can’t help but think of how pretty it would look covered in hickeys.

* Like poppy’s blossoming in the snow.

* Can vampires get hickeys? Would it just be like black instead of red since none of you really have blood anymore.

* “I just don’t like-” He cuts himself off when his eyes meet yours, they seem to shine brighter for a moment, and you tilt your head. This feels like a meaningful look.

* Edward sighs and looks away.

* “I just don’t like her vibe.”

*”Vibe? Are you an Edward shaped imposter?” you see him mouth ‘Edward Shaped Imposter’ as you both laugh.

* “Where did you learn to say these things?” He asks between laughs. You mock gasp.

* “The real Edward would never ask me that because he’s too afraid to know! Who are you really? What planet are you from?” Your hands move to his face, his face is as smooth as marble, lingering warmth. You leaned in without thinking about it, only a few inches away from him.

* You’re so close you can smell him. He always smells good, like something ancient and profound. Rosemary and argon oil.

* Your hands are still on his face and he’s grinning.

* You gulp

* You’re trying to think of another ridiculous imposter joke you can make wen you catch a familiar head of blond hair through the window.

* “Is that Mike and ... Bella?”

* This is a lot sooner than you thought, it hasn’t even been ten minutes yet.

* Edward looks almost bored as he follows your gaze.

* “Yeah, looks like she made herself sick, she’s - what’s that word for when people are afraid of blood?”

* “Hemophobia?”

* “Yeah, that’s what she has.”

* You wait for a second, releasing his face from your hands, but instead of moving to open the door he slumps back into his seat, eyes focused on his book.

* “Don’t you think we should go help them?” He shrugs.

* The f*cking criminal just shrugs.

* WHAT THE F*CK IS GOING ON?!?!

* Human or not, there’s no world Edward wouldn’t at least think about helping someone who’s in trouble.

* You’re starting to think this really is an Edward imposter.

* You watch Bella lean on Mike, stumbling down the crosswalk to the nurse’s office in the next building.

* You can’t watch anymore

* ‘You know you-” You words finally get Edward’s attention as he looks up from his book. “You are wasting all the capture flags!” You shout before sliding out of your car and jogging over to Mike and Bella

* “Mike! What happened?” He’s so surprised to see you his grip on Bella goes slack and she falls out of his side hold.

* “Oh crap!”

* You rush to catch her, swinging her into a princess hold.

* What was Mike struggling with so much? She’s not very hea - oh right you’re a vampire.

* “Are you alright, I know she’s kinda heavy.” Well that’s not very nice to say about a girl, besides she’s pretty skinny. Can’t be more than 120 pounds.

* “It’s no problem, I do it for cheer are all the time.” You do a fake grunt as you pretend to get a better hold on her.

* The movement jostle her awake, her eyes fluttering open. She’s still in a dreamy state, her eyes are unfocused.

* “(Y/N)?”

* “Hey buddy, looks like ya fainted, squeamish around blood huh?”

* “How do you know we were doing the blood type experiment?” Mike asks.

* Oh crap. You were skipping, you weren’t supposed to know that. Even worse you brain can’t seem to come up with a valid excuse.

* “Alice told us about it, (Y/N) used to be squeamish around blood when we were kids, didn’t want to take any chances” You let out a sigh of relief when you see Edward walking towards you. At least he’s not completely heartless.

*”Then why were you skipping?” Mike asks scratching his head. Edward shrugs

* “They can’t go to class, then I won’t go either.” And then the criminal looks you straight in the eye and says with the cheekiest smile imaginable:

*“It’s the best friend code”

* Oh f*ck off Edward.

* You almost want to scoff when he takes Bella from your arms and into his.

* SO now he wants to care about the capture flag.

* You let him take her though, You swear you see her stiffen and frown when he holds her.

* That can’t be right, she seemed super relaxed when you were carrying her.

* “I-I’m fine I can walk.”

* “No you can’t.” Edward bluntly says.

* Even when he gets to capture event, he says all the wrong things. You sigh as you walk behind him. Only to notice another set of footsteps by you.

* “You can go back if you want Mike, Edward won’t kidnap her or anything.” He might throw her into the lake though.

* Mike shakes his head. “No it just seems wrong to not make sure she at least gets to the nurses office.”

*You smile, he really is a kind boy.

* “Also I’ll be damned if Bella gives Edward all the credit.” Well mostly kind.

* You get to the nurses office, who seems incredibly flustered with both you and Edward in such a small space.

* She seems so preoccupied keeping her wits about her as she checks out Bella and deals with your presence that she never asks why three people had to escort one person to the nurses office.

* “Well your blood pressure is a little low, since you fainted I would suggest you go home. If you want you can take a nap in here until school’s out.” Wow, where was a nurse this generous when you were in school.

* Bella, the beautiful moron, shakes her head.

* “No it’s okay I’ll go back to class, I don’t want to take a zero for the assignment” Well that’s noble and responsible and all. But what does she think is going to happen when she goes back to class?

* She’s going to see some blood again and faint. Not that you can be mad, you would probably have to go the the nurse too if Bella ever managed to prick her own finger

* “Bella you really shouldn’t,” You settle your hand on her shoulder pushing her back onto the chair. “You just fainted you should lie down, or go home or something.”

* Her eyebrows thread together, mouth pulled in protest.

* “I don’t want to impose on any-”

* “It’s not an imposition, I want to!” Her mouth parts, then closes, stretching into a fine line. You look to Edward who’s avoiding your gaze and seems very irritated.

* Enemies to lovers trope it is.(Though you’re not sure if this counts as enemies if only one person dislikes the other)

* “I’m going to drop you off home, come on.” You pull Bella up by her hand, leading her to the parking lot.

* “Wait what about my car?”

* Oh you hadn’t thought about that.

*Hmmm in the original book Alice drove her home. But Alice doesn’t really do anything unless there’s something in it for her, or if she wants to.

* Also you’re pretty sure when she ditched today when she found out that people were pricking there finger on campus. She claimed it was for Jasper, but you’re pretty sure there’s a sale in the Nordstrom in Seattle.

* Edward would rather get the flu than drive Bella’s ancient truck.

* Which leaves only one option.

* You toss your keys to Edward who catches them with one hand.

* “Edward will drive you home in my car, and I’ll drive your car behind him.”

* “What about Rosalie?” He grumbles.

*“What about Rosalie?” Why is he being so difficult right now? Doesn’t he realize you’re doing this all for him!

* “You’re driving her home since Emmett and I are leaving for Yellow Stone as soon as school lets out.” Oh right the bears. Cr*p.

* “It’s not a big deal, I’ll drive back to school after we’re done and you can go your way and I’ll go mine.”

* You can tell Edward doesn’t like it, but he just sigh’s climbing into your car and then promptly getting out of the passenger side and sitting in the driver’s side.

* The dork forgot he had to drive the car.

* You’re dying laughing as Bella leads you to her car.

* “It’s the blue one.”

* Her truck isn’t all that bad. It’s old, but in a kind of retro way. It’s powder blue, with only two doors and no backseat.

* You climb in, turning the engine and hearing it purr. Well it’s more of a roar, but it’s not terrible.

* You’re surprised when Bella climbs through the passenger side door.

* “Um, you’re not going to drive with Edward?” She looks at you like you just asked her to recite the Fibonacci sequence.

* “Why would I go with him when you’re the one driving my car?” Okay, that’s fair.

* You sigh, why does nothing ever go according to plan.

* Maybe it’s for the best, Edward doesn’t seem to be in the best mood. Not that this is good either, she’s sitting so close to you, her peachy scent fills the small space of the truck and you feel lightheaded.

* It’s less than a ten minute trip, no need to get dramatic. You’re pretty sure you won’t kill her just because she smells nice.

* “Soooooo... what do you want to talk about?” You ask as you turn out of the school, this car is super slow compared to yours, you’re pretty sure it won’t go over 50 mph.

* Bella fidgets beside you, playing with the ends of her hair.

* “So are you and Edward...dating?”

* You laugh so loud you actually start coughing. And then you laugh again.

* “No-pfff- no We’re uh- we’re not dating.” You finally manage.

* “Why is that so funny to you?” She asks, genuinely confused.

* “Well it’s just outrageous you know?” How would that even work? You can’t even picture it. Edward getting all hot and bothered because you’re wearing an oversized sweater and glasses. You flirting with him all over the house in front of Carlisle and Esme. Edward signing up for a sport just so he can see you in his letterman.

* It’s all...impossible.

* And yet, there is one thing you can picture.

* Edward by your side, he’s almost golden brown, his eyes bright green. He points to the living room, and in there are Alec and Jane, both of their eyes blue as they argue over who’s turn it is to watch TV.

* Maybe if you were human, if you had met in a different world or a different time, that would be something you could have.

* But it is what it is

* “Edward and I have been friends for a really long time, we’ve just seen too much of each other to find each other attractive like that.”

* Bella looks like she doesn’t believe you but she doesn’t say anything.

* Wait what are you doing? This is the perfect chance to talk Edward up!

* “But you know Edward is a real stand up guy!” It leaves a little too forcefully, a little inauthentic.

* “Oh is he?” She doesn’t sound too excited to be talking about this.

* “I know he’s got one of those face-”

* “Obnoxiously handsome?” She spats

* “Like he thinks existence is a curse, and the world is evil and everything is terrible -” Wait you’re getting off track. “B-but he really is a good guy!”

* You bite your lip, as Bella tells you to turn into a subdivision.

* “You know after- after I was adopted,” After your parents died. “I was really lonely, I had a family that loved me and anything I asked for but I didn’t really have anyone to talk to” Oh god, why did you choose this story to pick? “Edward was probably the only friend my age I had for years.”

* She straightens up a little bit, a curious glint in her eyes.

* “Really?” You nod.

* “Yeah he would come by every Monday and Wednesday,” You still remember the crunch of the snow under your feet as you both walked to the barn. He always asked why you didn’t just run, and you always told him because you liked the way you could see your breath hang in the air,

* “He could have been out that time, hanging out with other people,” More well adjusted vampires, who hunted instead of harvesting small amounts from animals they raised. “or chasing girls and playing sports, but he stayed with me.”

* “He always made me feel safe, and I’m sure whoever is lucky enough to end up with him will feel that way too.”

* “I think you’re giving him too much credit” Bella finally says, you smile at her

* “what do you mean?”

* “Well, who wouldn’t drop everything to hang out with you?” You can’t tell if she’s being genuine or if she’s bitter. Your eyes meet hers and there’s a twinkle in them. ”My house is the one on the left, the one with the magnolia tree.”

* You come to a stop in front of the house she mentioned, shifting it into park, and handing her the keys.

* You don’t say anything as you climb out of her car. You see Edward stopped a few dozen feet behind her truck, your jeep still on.

* “Thanks for driving me home” She smiles at you, a real smile that reaches her eyes. It’s nice.

* “No problem, it gave me an excuse to ditch school too haha.” You both stand in awkward silence. Neither of you moving.

* Well damn what are you supposed to do now?

* “Oh, hey do you want me to bring you your homework or anything?”

* She perks up at that, reaching into her pocket

* “If you don’t mind, could you text me what page he homework is on for trig today?”

* “ Oh for sure! No problem at all” You take her cell phone in your hand. It’s a white sidekick, with a picture of a cactus on the back. She must have gotten it when she moved.

* You can’t help but wonder if she has any friends she misses. She spent her entire life in one community, sure Phoenix is a pretty big place, but she must have had friends, people she sat with at lunch everyday, girls she had known since childhood, sleepovers where they whispered about boys they had crushes on.

* As you hand her phone back, your contact information saved in it, you can’t help but wonder who this person in front of you is. You know her, but at the same time, you know absolutely nothing about her.

* “See you Monday!” You wave goodbye as you get into the passenger side of your car, and Bella waits on the porch until you and Edward leave.

* Edward’s got that look on his face.

* “Edward why are you mad?”

* “I’m not mad.” He grumbles and you raise an eyebrow. He sighs.

* “You’re going out of your way an awful lot for that human.” He says as he turns back onto the highway.

* “It’s just the right thing to do Eddie.”

* He shakes his head, his mouth pinched into a frown

* “Just be careful, I don’t know what that one’s thinking, she could be planning to burn our entire coven for all I know.”

* You roll your eyes, yeah you bet Bella who weights exactly 115 pounds, and has anemia is single handedly planning to bring down the entire vampire race.

* “How about we make a deal, I’ll promise not to rock the boat while you and Emmett are gone-”

* “Why do I feel like I’m going to regret not covering my ears?”

*” If you promise to bring me back a bear cub - an orphaned one.” He gives you a look you don’t quite care for.

* “You want me to kill a mother bear so you can have a bear cub?”

* “No of course not! I’m just saying- Emmett doesn’t really look before he kills so if he kills a mother bear, just make sure you bring me the cubs.”

* “Why do you even want a bear? How are you planning to take care of it with all those deer around, they need a lot-”

* “Yes Dad I know it’s a big responsibility, don’t worry I won’t make you take it on walks or anything.”

* Edward gulps hard, one hand detaching from the steering wheel to cover his mouth.

* Wouldn’t it be positively sinful for you to be underneath him, whining ‘daddy, please’ in that breathy voice of yours and-

* Edward.exe is broken.

* “Dude you really need to get your shit together before you go on your trip, we’ve been parked for fifteen minutes and your foot is still on the brake.” You say as you get out of the car

* He hits his head against the steering wheel.

* “Yeah, I really do need to get my shit together.”

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trumpkinhotboy · 3 years

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All in good time

Pairing: Jacob Black x f!reader

Type: Not requested

Genre: Kinda fluffy i'd say

Warnings: None!

Rating: g

Requests: Open (for Narnia and Twilight, maybe?😳)

A/n: Alright, alright, I know I said this blog was going to be centralized on Narnia stuff, but lately I've really gotten back in my Twilight phase🥴 Plus, I had a really shitty week and needed a pick me up. Jacob is one of my biggest comfort characters so I felt it was only suiting. I hope you'll enjoy it😬 I suggest reading this while listening to any kind of Twilight ambiance playlist.☺Also, I know my title sucks HAHA. Couldn't think of anything better so yea, I'm sorry, but this is what you get

Update: changed my title huhu!

* gif is not mine!!

There were days that just deeply and inherently... sucked. Days where everything seemed out of rhythm, where no matter how hard you tried, it all seemed wrong; it all fell apart.

Today was one of those days. When your dad jokingly said: "Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed." you did not think it the tiniest of bit funny. When you opened one of the kitchen cabinets to get your favorite brand of cereals and found an empty box, you almost threw a full-on seven-year-old crying on the floor tantrum. Especially when you saw the half-emptied bowl sitting in the sink. Too bad, no breakfast for you this morning. Ridiculous, immature, and not changing anything? Yes, of course, but you still did it out of pure spite. As if that would punish anyone else than you.

Like any other day in Forks, it was raining, nothing awful here, if it was not for the fact that the window on the driver’s side hadn’t been properly closed. Your seat was by now totally drenched. With your pants completely soaked you rode to school, your knuckles turning white from angrily gripping the wheel. Once you arrived, it seemed that everyone was annoyingly happy and enthusiastic while you just couldn’t get out of your personal, unchangeable, black cloud. Not to help, your friends only kept making fun of your moody behavior. Could you not be taken seriously on one of your worst days?

In your least favorite class, you were horrified to see written in big letters on the board:

“20% exam!! Leave your personal effects in front of the class.”

You would have run away if it wasn’t for the flow of students coming in to push you further in the classroom. Convinced the exam was for the next week, you did not even open the pages of your manual concerning the subject. It is with panic and exasperation that you sat at your desk waiting for your doom. Did you need to add that along with all that bull crap of a day, the only person who could have made your day a little less annoying was, once again missing. No calls, no texts, no news, nothing. Probably on another mission with the rest of his mutant gang. You got to the Rez after school, hoping you would see him, but were only welcomed by Leah and Seth. It almost felt like they were waiting for you as they were sitting outside of Billy’s house. Why they were the only ones left here was a mystery for you. The pack usually always stayed together.

- “Where are the others?”

- “On some kind of mission around the lands.”

- “Is everything alright?” They nodded nonchalantly. “Then why are you two here?”

The answer Seth gave you while chewing loudly on yet, another snack, made you grith your teeth so hard he thought they were going to fall out of your mouth.

- “To protect you.”

- “I thought it was nothing, so why would I need protection?”.

- “You should talk about it with Black. He’s the one who ordered us to stay to watch over you or something.”

- “I am PERFECTLY capable of WATCHING OVER MYSELF.” you answered a little louder than expected, anger rumbling in your chest. That earned you some awkward looks from your two friends, but at this point, it didn’t even matter, you were seeing red.

Leah, never intimated by you, shrugged her shoulders. Seth looking a little bit more nervous still laughed at your display of anger. Jacob was the one assigning babysitters over you? Of course, you and he would have a little discussion, that mutt would not see it coming.

When you got back home, you called your father to warn him; there was no way you would be cooking dinner. With your luck, it wouldn’t be a surprise if you burnt the whole house down. Fortunately, he was in good mood (unfair) and answered there was no problem; he would get pizza. He got home with the box in hand and a “Hey sweet...heart”. One quick look at your rough appearance and frustrated expression and his mouth closed shut. He dropped politely, almost carefully, a plate with a slice of pizza before quickly leaving for the couch. You mostly played with the food, incapable of swallowing it down, looking at the forest many times, waiting, expecting to see a tall figure appear on its verge but nothing. Time passed, still no sign of life. There was no way that by now Leah or Seth didn’t give him your message. You had time to wash the dishes, do some homework, and get in your sweats. At 7:30 pm you gave up; he wasn’t coming. Your father was still watching TV, completely oblivious to your growing anger. You picked up his plate to put it in the sink but tripped and dropped it, the delicate plate exploded into a thousand pieces.

- “Y/n? Everything okay?”

- “Y..ea.. an accident. I’ll pick it up.”

There was a slight tremolo in your voice. That was it. Your day had been terrible with no sign of sun, and this broken plate would be your breaking point as ridiculous as it sounded. You leaned on the counter, head hanging low, feeling tears of frustration swelling up in your eyes. Taking a deep breath, you looked up; in a second you were out the back door.

- “Where you going?” you heard your father ask.

- “Getting the trash out.”

The figure backed in the woods as you rushed into them without hesitation. You smacked against something big and warm, warmer than it was normal to be, yet you had become quite accustomed to it.

- “You little piece of shit.” your index finger digging in his chest. “You weren’t even here today, and it was terrible, and you can’t do this. I do not need any PROTECTION. Oh my god, do you really think I am weak and helpless without you or Leah or Seth or ANY werewolf to protect me?!”

He didn’t interrupt your monologue, only looking at you spitting your anger out.

- “You are SO annoying. Honestly who- who do you think you- are?! I’m- I am not, I can DEFINITELY, I don’t ne-eed any-one.” Your speech was becoming less and less coherent, your emotions taking control of your mind.

Without waiting any longer for you to finish your incoherent thought, he pulled you in for one of his signature bear hugs.

- “You can’t do this to me I’m an-ang-angry...”.

- “Shhh, it’s okay.”

- “You-you weren’t there.” you gave up fighting him, wrapping your arms around his waist.

- “I’m sorry, Leah told me.”

- “Wh- why didn’t you come sooner?” you continued, sobbing.

- “Some wolf things, Paul got in trouble.“ you backed off, immediately lifting your head at the mention of one of your friends in trouble.

- “Is he okay?”

- “Of course, he is, but Sam was very upset this time.” he stroked the side of your face with a small smile. “Enough with the boys, tell me what's wrong.”

- “Everything. I left my car window opened my seat was drenched. At school, everyone was disgustingly happy and in a good mood. I did not know I had an exam, I didn’t even study the subject. And this morning, my dad half ate the rest of my favorites cereals, and then I didn’t eat anything else as a silent protest, I know that’s stupid, but”

- “You didn’t eat anything else?”

- “Yeah, but I…” you lifted your gaze to meet his disapproving one. “I mean, I must have eaten a snack at lunch today…”

- “Must have?” he looked angrier.

- “Y/n??? Where are you??”

The calling of your father interrupted your conversation; he looked in its direction.

- “You should go back inside before your dad comes out.”

- “What? No, please. Can’t you kidnap me for tonight?” he chuckled lightly.

- “Trust me, go back in, okay?”

You looked at him unsure, even though you knew he was worthy of your trust. You finally nodded before running back inside.

- “What took you so long?”

- “Oh, uh, I thought I saw something and got a little carried away.”

- “Mokay, I don’t like you being so close to the woods. We’ve still had a few complaints about some trekkers finding traces of big animals in the woods. I’d prefer you be careful, alright?” You held up a smile, thinking about your friend just outside.

- “Sure.”

You stayed in the middle of the living room, expecting, waiting to see Jacob’s next move. You expected something quick, but when ten minutes later, there were still no signs of him, you felt frustration rising again. Not sure what to do now, you sat next to your father, half paying attention to what was happening on the screen. If he just left you, he was going to pay for it. You needed him, and just like that, he was gone? Probably, got called away by Sam again. Maybe it wasn’t in his control? But if it was…

Knock. Knock.

You looked up, surprised. The door opened with a creaking sound.

- “Oh, Jacob. Hi, what are you doing here?”

- “Hi Charlie, I heard Y/n had a pretty bad day. Came to kidnap her, if that's okay?”

- “Bad day? That’s an understatement. I swear, at one point, I thought she was going to scream at me. I ate her last bowl of cereal this morning; the thing was disgusting, I only ate half of it. I don’t think that helped.” You heard your friend’s low chuckle. Your dad seemed to feel pretty guilty about his crime, which did make you feel a tad bit better. “But yeah sure. Y/n! You have a visitor.”

You walked to them, Jacob awkwardly fitting in your small house; he seemed so disproportionate with his imposing size. For once, he was wearing actual clothes, a shirt and a pair of jeans, a sign he wasn’t planning on having to transform tonight. A sign that he was planning on being entirely dedicated to you.

- “Ready to go? I’m kidnaping you.” He said that last part with a smirk, a hint to your previous request.

- “Sure.” You grabbed your coat, said goodbye to your dad, and left without waiting any longer.

First, he took you away to get some food in you. It wasn’t until your teeth were digging inside a delicious burger that you realized just how hungry you were. Jacob being the glutton that he is, ordered two cheeseburgers along with a pack of large fries. You went for a milkshake, the perfect dessert for a night like this, and took your victuals to the La Push beach. It was empty and peaceful; the sun was slowly going down, the wind just a whisper in the night. It wasn’t even that cold, but the excuse to snuggle into Jake’s wolfish warmth was too good to pass.

- “Feeling better?” he asked while wrapping his arm around your shoulders.

- “Yes. Thanks, Jake.”

- “Kidnapping mission was a success?”

- “Yes, it was.” You answered with a smile.

- “Alright.” He muttered under his breath, looking in the distance.

You stayed for a while in comfortable silence, simply enjoying the other’s presence.

- “So, what were you saying about me not being there today, like that made your day worst?”

His question took you by surprise. A look at his cocky expression was all it took you to punch him in the ribs as hard as you could.

- “You wish idiot.”

He laughed at your attack, he probably didn't even feel a thing but leveled his face with yours in all seriousness.

- “You can avoid this conversation for now since you had a shit day and all, but keep in mind, it’s not over.”

- “And you keep in mind that our discussion about you ordering werewolves to stay behind to protect me, is not over. You won’t get away easily with that one Black.”

He laughed again, visibly amused with your threat. You laughed too but were slightly less amused. These two conversations were important ones, although one you apprehended way more. You looked at Jacob's happy expression and felt a fuzzy feeling warming your body. No, right now was not the time for such serious topics.

All in good time, right?

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⚝ ᴏᴜʀ ᴇʟᴇᴄᴛʀɪᴄ, ᴅʏɪɴɢ ʟᴏᴠᴇ

⚝ ᴅᴇɴᴋɪ ᴋᴀᴍɪɴᴀʀɪ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

- ғʟᴜғғ + ᴀɴɢsᴛ

~ It all started when an old classmate comes back to town. In a flash, your world comes crumbling down, when you noticed that something had changed. More specifically, that a certain someone changed. He stopped holding your hand, stopped giving you kisses before heading out...stopped saying those 3 words you were so desperate to hear. All for what? What went so wrong when everything was going so right?

WC: 7.7k

It was the middle of the first semester when you transferred to UA. Your family had just moved from the next town over, due to work. At first, it was hard to find the courage to speak up and find some friends. Everyone just looked so...intimidating, especially the students in class 1-A. You got the chills whenever they walked by; it was scary to think that there was such a huge gap in abilities despite being the same age. Your quirk couldn’t even compare; the most you could do was emit little orbs of light from your hands. It was helpful in the dark, but you never bothered to really enhance it due to the embarrassment of having such a useless quirk. Honestly, it was a miracle that you were accepted by the school; maybe luck was on your side for once.

One day, class was finally over, and as you prepared to go home, it suddenly started to downpour. You didn’t have an umbrella on hand, so you headed to the lost and found located at the entrance of the school to find a spare. “None...just as I thought.” Grumbling, you sat down at the steps of the school’s doors to watch the rainfall. You couldn’t call your parents because they were busy with work, and you couldn’t ask a friend for an umbrella because, well...you were too much of a coward to even walk up to anyone. Sighing, you decided to wait for the rain to stop at the steps. Other students passed by laughing along with their friends, some sharing an umbrella while they walked home.

Must be nice...you thought. Moving to a new school was always tricky, especially in the middle of a semester. Everyone already moved passed from the introductions and formed their own little groups amongst themselves. There was no space for an outsider like you. The thought of spending the rest of the semester alone made you hug your knees, and with one last sigh, you laid your forehead against your arms.

Just as more and more depressing thoughts were burning into your mind, someone tapped on your shoulder. Freezing, you slowly looked up, your eyes meeting soft gold ones. “Hey! Are you okay?” His voice, you swore- was as sweet as honey, and his smile was oh so charming. You recognized him as Denki Kaminari...one of the boys from the class next door. “Lightni-” You suddenly coughed, stopping yourself from blurting out the stupid nickname your classmates had for him. Lightning Bolt...Am I stupid? How could I just say that when-

“Woah, that was some cough. Are you okay?” He asked again. You nodded; you didn’t want to embarrass yourself any further, so you stood up, wiping the back of your skirt free from dirt before facing him. “O-oh yeah! I’m just...waiting.” You didn’t continue since you were now facing one of the cutest boys you had ever seen in your life. He cocked his head to the side with a small laugh. “Waiting...for what?” The hot feeling of embarrassment rose up to your cheeks. Trying again, you stuttered while looking down at your shoes. “For the rain to s-stop. I don’t have an umbrella, and there’s no more in the lost and found box.”

God, if you’re really out there, just kill me now. You were mentally beating yourself over the fact that you couldn’t properly speak to a single boy. Thinking about how dumb you must’ve looked standing there, you suddenly felt gentle fingers pushing away your hair to reveal your face. You were once again faced with Denki’s bright smile. “Is this hide and seek? Why are you hiding from me?” You couldn’t help but giggle; he was too cute. Standing up straight, you pushed back your hair and properly faced him. “I’m Y/N, I’m new.” Finally, with a little bit of courage, you were able to properly face someone and stuck out your hand. With a chuckle, Denki took your hand and shook it gently. “Haha, it’s like we’re businessmen or something. I’m Denki! Denki Kaminari!” His laugh was contagious, and soon you both were laughing, standing like a pair of fools at the school’s entrance. Still holding your hand, he lifted up his other one showing off an umbrella. “Shall I walk you home?”

You blinked in surprise. This was your first meeting with Denki yet...he was there holding your hand and offering to walk you home. It was weird, but it felt good. Really good to have such a cute and goofy guy showing you so much attention.

The rest of the day consisted of you and Denki getting to know each other still holding hands. Eventually, you both were so comfortable talking with each other it started to feel like you’ve been friends for years. By the time he dropped you off at your door, you both had exchanged numbers and promised to walk to school together in the morning. Surprisingly enough, turns out you were neighbors. The next day, you opened the front door to find Denki waiting for you.

On the way to school, you shared with him that it was difficult to speak up and make friends, so he decided to help you out by introducing you to some of the girls in his class before the bell rang. For once, you felt like you fit in; finally, you were able to make some friends, and they were actually interested in getting to know you. Even though you may be in a different class, some of the girls like Momo, Mina, and Uraraka offered to show you around town after school. It felt good and seeing Denki eager to introduce you to the rest of his class made you happier. Afterschool was a dream come true too. The girls of 1-A invited you to hang out with them and some of the boys, including Denki. Everyone decided to go watch a comedy movie after showing you around and you ended up sitting next to Denki.

Throughout the movie, he silently passed you little handfuls of candy and popcorn, even going as far as to offer you sips of his soda. Technically, it had only been a day since you started talking. Still, all of the attention he kept giving you was indescribable, and you weren’t able to get rid of the big smile on your face. It didn’t help that after the movie, when everyone started going their separate ways, Denki once again offered to walk you home. “You know you don’t have to ask, right? We’re neighbors; we have to walk together anyways.” He laughed and rubbed the back of his neck while looking down at his shoes. “I just like asking, that’s all.” His response only made you smile like a kid.

When you reached your front door, you were about to say goodbye when Denki grabbed your hand with an anxious expression on his face. “Y/N?” You squeezed his hand in reassurance and cocked your head to the side. “Yes, Denki?” His cheeks started to glow a soft pink when he looked up at you. “Today was really fun, and yesterday was really amazing. I think...I t-think I like you.” He shook his head fast, “No! No, no, no, I like you! You’re so cool and funny, and like...really pretty. I'm sorry I never really talked to you before any of this, but in a not-so-creepy kind of way, I've seen you around. Or more like, I've been watching you? Call it love at first sight, but-” Denki was rambling, and your heart was pounding in your ears. You stood there with a big smile and looked down at your linked hands. “And?” His free hand reached out, and he gently tilted your chin up with his finger to meet his eyes. “And...do you want to go out with me?”

PRESENT DAY:

It’s been six years since then. Of course, you said yes and started dating; he broke the news to everyone the next day, and life had been great. You’ve both graduated and were now engaged, sharing a small apartment together. Your relationship with Denki was like a dream. Every day was fun, and his childish, goofy personality made everything as bright as his smile. Thanks to him, you were able to get out of your shell, surpass your insecurities, and were doing relatively pretty well. While you did work at home, your business career was at its peak and your overall health mentally and physically was great.

At the moment, you were both getting ready to go out. The class of 1-A decided to hold a small reunion at a restaurant downtown. As Denki’s fiance, he insisted you come with him. He was bubbling with excitement to tell everyone about all of your marriage plans, like which dress would be prettier or which venue would be the best for the wedding. It had only been about two months since you’ve officially been engaged, but you had asked Denki to wait before telling anyone, to wait for the right moment to announce it to everyone. After graduation, you still stayed in contact with some of the girls from school like Momo and Mina since they decided to stay in the same town, but you found it hard to contact people who had moved away.

“Are you ready?” Denki’s arms wrapped themselves around your waist as he rested his chin on your shoulder. You were standing in front of the full-length mirror in the room, not noticing that you stopped finishing up your makeup. Smiling, you quickly applied some last-minute touches and reached behind you to pat Denki’s head. “Okay, let’s go, or else we’re going to be late.”

LATER:

Finally, at the restaurant, you were both led to a private section in the back. Opening the doors, you were faced with everyone from class 1-A, everyone but one person. You and Denki sat in the back next to each other with an empty space on his left at the end of the table, plates of food warm and ready to be eaten. Next to you was Mina, and in front of you sat Momo, Uraraka, and Tsuyu. The room was filled with laughter, loud bickering from the boys, and multiple different conversations being held at once. You were having a conversation with Mina when Denki tapped your shoulder. “Hey, isn’t someone missin-”

“Jirou’s here!” Cheering erupted from the table as Jirou stepped in. She looked flawless, she let her hair grow out, and her outfit looked like something of a biker’s which her spikey leather jacket decorated with cute pins, a white crop top, and black ripped jeans with a pair of black boots. Everyone welcomed Jirou and complimented her appearance before ushering her to take a seat next to Denki. At first, you were envious of Jirou; she looked so...grown and pretty. Like incredibly pretty, in a badass biker chick kind of way. And you were about to compliment her when Denki suddenly covered you, hovering over the tale to tangle his fingers between Jirou’s long silky hair. “You grew it out? It’s so pretty J, you look really pretty with your hair like this.” You admit it, Denki was a bit too touchy when it came to his friends, but you never had a problem with it before, so why were you feeling jealous? Jealous of a classmate?

Sure, you and Denki ended up never being in the same class throughout high school, and while you knew the other girls saw him most of the day, you were never jealous. Even when he was touchy with Mina or Momo or Uraraka, you were never envious. So why were you now? You sat there awkwardly as you watched the two engage in a conversation. Whenever she laughed loudly, you couldn’t help but peek over to see them. It was like a gross bubbly tar was flowing its way up to your spine and washed over you. But as it was going to reach its peak, ready to burst, the feeling died down when you remembered Denki’s plan to announce your engagement. With a smile, you patted your boyfriend’s shoulder to get his attention, but he didn’t turn your way. Being too engaged in his conversation with Jirou, he didn’t notice your touch, so you tapped his shoulder again a couple of times. “Yeah, I know! It’s so cool-” He jerked his head quickly at you, “What’s up? I’m in the middle of a-” He whipped his head back to Jirou to continue their conversation before going back to you with a chuckle. “Yeah?”

With a frown, you looked over his shoulder at Jirou, smiling before looking at Denki; you pointed to the engagement ring on your finger, not saying anything. He blinked a few times before leaning over to kiss your nose. “Just a few more minutes, okay?” He turned his attention back to Jirou, leaving you dumbfounded. The one thing he was so excited to share with everyone is now pointless to him. With a sad sigh, you turned to your side to face Mina, who grabbed your hand with a wide smile. “Aww, why the long face Y/N?” She pinched your cheek, which made you smile a bit, but you cocked your head for her to look behind you. Looking over, she saw Denki and Jirou laughing amongst themselves in their own little world before looking back at you with a sad smile. “You know they were like besties back in high school.”

“I know, Mina trust me, I know. I just..maybe I’m just a little jealous.” You felt ashamed saying it out loud, but Mina shook her head. “I know, girl, I bet you are. After all, those two were like inseparable; I mean, you already know about all the rumors that were going around about them.” You felt your heart grow heavy when you remembered; when you and Denki started dating, you confided in the girls about your relationship, happy to share the news with them. They were ecstatic for you, and as good friends, told you some things about Denki so you could get to know him better. At some point, one of them accidentally brought up the rumors of Jirou and her relationship with Denki. While it did cause some awkward tension between the two of you, it didn’t last long as she was an incredible person to talk to. She always shared cool stories about her life and gave the best advice when it came down to serious issues.

Two hours had passed, and Denki was still stuck talking with Jirou. At that point, you had grown quiet and tired of waiting, so you decided to take it upon yourself to break the news to everyone. Standing up, you clapped your hands together to get everyone’s attention. “Everyone! I have important news to share with you all.” With a big smile on your face, you looked around at everyone’s faces but ignored Jirou. You reached down and grabbed Denki’s arm, tugging him to stand. Raising your hand, you pointed to the engagement ring on your finger and linked your arms with Denki while happily shouting, “We’re engaged!” There was a short pause amongst everyone before they all erupted in cheers. Everyone was standing now, and the girls crowding you to admire the ring while the boys congratulated a surprised Denki. Of course, one person in the crowd was just as surprised as Denki.

After the reunion, everyone was outside hugging each other and saying their goodbyes. You were hugging Momo and Tsuyu goodbye when you pulled away to look around for Denki. “Well, I hope you guys get home safe; I’m going to find Denki and get going too.” With a smile, the girls went off home, leaving you to find your fiance, and you did. He was at the restaurant's entrance with Jirou; she had her back against the wall with Denki next to her, leaning over her shoulder as the two laughed at something on her phone. Walking up to them, you forced a smile on your face and rubbed your arms. “Hey, honey, everyone’s gone off home. It’s time for us to go too. Also, can you pass me your jacket? It’s kinda cold out.” Denki slowly looked up at you and then looked behind you. “Damn, I forgot to say bye to everyone! If I text them, it should be fine, right?” You were about to answer him back when Jirou interrupted you. “Hah! Like Bakugo or Todoroki would answer you back.”

You sighed, annoyed, and tried again with Denki about the jacket. “Denki? Can I have your jacket?” He pulled away from Jirou and stood there rubbing the back of his neck with an awkward expression on his face. “Oh...sorry, I let Jirou borrow my jacket because hers was too thin and it’s cold.” Blinking, you turned to Jirou and saw the oversized jacket she now wore; she quickly started to take it off when you stopped her. “Keep it. Denki, let’s go home.” The feeling of anger burned throughout your body as you grabbed Denki’s wrist and pulled him away, dragging him straight to the car before hurrying into the passenger seat. He quietly sat down in the driver’s seat and turned the car on before deciding to speak up. “Are you...mad at me for something?” You loved Denki; you honestly did. But sometimes, he really was an airhead when it came to things other than math. “Can we just go home? Please?” The whole ride home was silent, and you spent it looking out the window.

At home, you were still angry, so without a word, you immediately went to the bedroom and gathered your things to take a shower. Denki walked in behind you and quietly sat down on the foot of the bed, watching you. "Y/N." He called, but you ignored him, grabbing your pajamas from the dresser. "Y/N." He called again, this time with a long sigh; you turned your body to face him and cocked a brow. "What?"

"Geez baby, if looks could kill- what's wrong? Is it because of the jacket?" Denki's words made your blood boil, you were ignored and were forced to make the announcement on your own, and he still couldn't figure out what was wrong? "Are you too much of an airhead to realize what you did to me back there?" Your words made Denki flinch in shock; he stood up with his arms crossed. "What? Honey, are you..." All of a sudden, he starts smirking. "Jealous?"

Your cheeks felt warm, and you looked away, quickly gathering your things up in your arms before making your way to the bathroom, only to get stopped by Denki blocking your way. He was so close you could feel the heat radiating off of his large body. Towering over you, he slowly cupped your cheek and used his other to bring you closer to him, wrapping it around your waist. Bodies now touching, he raised your face up, which only made you frown. "I'm not jealous. Denki, you totally forgot about the announcement, and you ignored me." Your own words made you cringe when you said it out loud, but your boyfriend smiled at them. Leaning down, he pecked your nose and grabbed your wrist. Leading you to the bathroom, he closed the door behind you two and stripped off his shirt. "What are you doing, Denki?"

"Saving water!"

After a long and rather talkative shower with Denki, you both got ready for bed and slipped in. You both cuddled together after the long draining conversation, and for an apology, he did his best to make it up to you passionately by smothering you in kisses and hugs. Resting your head on Denki's clothed chest, he wrapped his arm around you and used his free hand to turn off the lights. Giving him one last hug, you fell asleep in Denki's arm that night.

TWO WEEKS LATER:

Despite making up that day, your relationship with Denki was slowly becoming more and more awkward. Some days, he didn't bother saying goodbye before leaving or bothered to wait for you so you could at least have breakfast together. It was weird; the apartment you shared slowly started to feel empty. So far, while you two were able to talk normally, it seemed like he was avoiding any kind of skinship with you. Always moving away too fast, telling you "not right now," or just completely walking away, he stopped doing a lot of things you now missed dearly.

Not only was he avoiding your touch, but he was also avoiding the apartment. Along with avoiding you at home, he was barely there Denki started more of his time outside of the apartment because of "plans." A gross, ugly feeling was rooted in your stomach whenever you worried about what he was doing, where he was, or who he was with.

One night, you finally decided to take the opportunity of Denki being in the shower after a long day to snoop around. You were in the middle of cooking when you heard the shower start; after waiting for a few minutes, you stopped what you were doing and entered the bedroom. Denki was in the bathroom, and he had left his phone on the bed along with his coat. Searching his jacket first, you explored the pockets for anything and found some receipts from restaurants and bakeries that were popular in town. With a frown, you shoved the receipts back into his pockets and moved onto his phone. Luckily, Denki was too lazy to bother with a password. Hence, you were able to easily access his text messages and call log. Checking his call log first, your heart dropped when Jirou's name showed. Scrolling down, you saw that for the past few days since the day of the restaurant incident, they had been calling each other back and forth multiple times every single day. You rushed to the text messages, filled with rage, concern, and jealousy; you searched his messages with Jirou.

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You: That was fun! We should go back to try their new cake and maybe try that new coffee special they have?

J: That special is for couples, though, but I like your thinking.

You: Exactly! For couples!

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J: Have you talked to her? Does she suspect anything?

You: Wdym? No, everything is fine over here, and she hasn't said anything. I mean, I'm avoiding her for a reason, you know?

J: Haha, I guess you're right. If she ever finds out, she's going to be so surprised ;)

You: Right! So let's continue the secret, and I'll meet you after she falls asleep.

J: Okay! See you at my place then.

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A million thoughts were racing around in your head as you slowly put the phone back where it was and headed back to the kitchen. You felt numb, sick to your stomach. The text messages were flashing in your head, unable to get away from it. You stood in the middle of the kitchen, looking down at the stove with tears in your eyes. You didn't want to think anything of the text messages, but it clearly suggested something you didn't want to come to terms with.

Was Denki cheating on you with Jirou?

You knew about their history thanks to the girls. Before you transferred, Denki and Jirou were closer than best friends, he had asked her out only to be rejected. They stopped talking for a while, but when he met you and helped introduce you to everyone, it allowed them to start talking again. He always reassured you around that time that he was entirely over Jirou and that they agreed to stay friends, but what if...Jirou's feelings had changed? What if Denki's feelings have changed?

Jirou moved away after graduation and grew out her hair, and started a cool band. When she got to the reunion, Denki was all over her like a puppy; the thought of it made tears fall down your cheeks. Maybe he fell back in love with her? Perhaps she had grown too mature and pretty that he wanted to be with her instead now?

Maybe that's why there are so many receipts, you thought while wiping your tears away. Sighing, you continued cooking, and it was not too long after when Denki got out of the bathroom and walked into the kitchen with a loose shirt and random shorts. He leaned over your shoulder with a hum and walked away to the fridge. "At work, they gave me a last-minute assignment to finish up, so I think after this, I'm going to head out."

"Head out? You just finished your shower," You complained as you turned off the stove. He looked at you with a shrug and grabbed a plate from the cabinet, "Work is work honey, I'm just going to eat real quick and head out, okay?" His tone seemed cold as he moved around you and filled his plate with food before going to eat at the table. You lost your appetite just watching him. Everything was fine before Jirou showed up; everything was perfect before she showed up.

Why? Why? Why? Why?

Taking a deep breath to calm your nerves, you walked around the kitchen counter towards Denki, who was finishing up eating, and reached to lay a hand on his arm. "Denki, I think-" but before you could touch him, he snapped his arm back and gave you the weirdest look. "What? What are you doing?"

Your heart shattered seeing your fiance's face; now even your touch was disgusting to him? You opened your mouth to speak, but Denki stood from his seat to place his plate in the sink. He said nothing as he left the kitchen, going into the bedroom; you could hear the rustle of clothes and then watched as he gave you a little wave before heading out. The sound of the front door closing behind him was enough to have you collapse where you once stood. Your chest felt tight like someone was squeezing your heart. Grief was all you felt in that moment, but soon that grief turned into anger.

You were still engaged to Denki; you both still had a wedding to plan, a wedding that was only a few months away. A wedding that Jirou was trying to ruin. You couldn't help but blame Jirou the most in this situation; everything changed when she came back, so she was clearly the root of the problem. Wiping away the tears that had fallen down your cheeks, you slowly got up and dusted yourself off; heading to the bedroom, you looked around. Denki's clothes were thrown onto the floor and bed. Clearly, he had been in a rush to leave tonight. Quietly, you cleaned everything up and took a long hot shower to clear your mind. Obviously, it was not like you could've just followed Denki in hopes of catching him with Jirou. Still, despite rational thinking, you couldn't help but let the loneliness eat away at you.

That night, despite the heavy quilt that laid on top of you, everything felt cold. Numb is what you felt as you laid there staring at the ceiling. Old memories of fun and happy dates and moments between you and Denki flashed in your mind, but each one made you even more depressed than you already were. You don't know how much time had passed laying there when you heard the front door unlock. Rolling to your side in a flash, you quickly reached out for your phone, looking at the time it read 3:47. Frowning, you put your phone quietly back where it was on the nightstand and curled up, pretending you were asleep while Denki was on the other side of the bedroom door.

After a while, the door opened, and you could hear Denki quietly walking around the room. You could hear him changing into pajamas before the quilt on top of you was slowly lifted. Denki slipped into bed, but his back faced yours, and he stayed far from you; despite being in the same bed, you couldn't feel the heat of his body at all. It was sad to think that he used to fall asleep every night in your arms or you in his.

A FEW MONTHS LATER:

The situation with Denki worsened as the months went on. However, at least he was still active in the wedding planning, to your surprise. He was still out and about, most likely with Jirou, and still avoided you at all costs. But despite all the "evidence" you found, you couldn't help but keep quiet, for the most part at least. Nowadays, you and Denki fought over the littlest things. Once, you even brought up whether or not he still had feelings for a certain someone, which only led him to disappear for a few days before you begged him to come back. Still, even then, his attitude and wariness of you didn't change.

Now the wedding was officially two weeks away. Honestly, you often found yourself wondering why you still bothered to go through with everything. Planning every detail in regards to the wedding, handling everything with your dress, and more. Maybe a tiny part of you was hoping that Denki was just nervous about it all, the wedding, the commitment. Perhaps the wedding is something Denki needs to help him realize that you were still by his side, still waiting for him. While it did sound like a silly little fantasy in your head, you were still there, picking out flower arrangements with Denki and discussing the seating chart.

"I want Bakugo and Kirishima at table #1, oh and Sero too. Who else should we put there?" Denki asked while looking down at the huge seating chart laying in front of you two on the table. Despite his monotone voice, you tried your best to seem happy. Humming, you moved tiny slips of paper with people's names on it to table 1. "I want Mina, Momo, and...Uraraka." Looking down at the table, you saw that there was still one more seat left; lifting the slip of paper with Deku's name on it, you were about to move it when Denki beat you to it. "I want Jirou at table 1."

You froze on the spot; just seeing and hearing her name was enough to make your skin crawl. "I think we can both agree that Deku should be sitting there instead-"

"I said I want Jirou in that seat Y/N. I think she should be at table 1." You didn't bother looking at Denki's face to know he was mad that you dared to object. Not like he would care about what I had to say anyway, you thought. Gulping, you slowly set down the piece of paper in your hands and turned your head towards Denki, "Honey, please, if you could just listen to me-"

He threw his hands up in annoyance and scoffed. Shaking his head, he crossed his arms and gave you a blank look. "What's with all this hatred towards her? I thought you guys were good friends!" His words were making you feel guilty; maybe you were taking it a little bit too far? Over these past months, you knew every conversation with Jirou's name mentioned resulted in Denki trying to guilt-trip you. Still, you couldn't help but doubt yourself. Were you just simply jealous, and nothing was going on? You still had your suspicions, but you started to feel unsure more and more lately.

"Nevermind, Denki, let's just finish this up. This is the last time we're changing it, right?" You were too tired to argue with him any further. Just wanting it to be over you let Denki finish up the planning before sending it in for the planners to take charge. After that, the apartment you two shared stayed quiet; the only thing making noise was Denki's laughter from the bedroom and the TV playing in front of you. You stayed in the living room curled up in your favorite blanket, cringing every time you heard Denki laugh on the phone with her.

DAY BEFORE THE WEDDING:

Your nerves were getting the best of you as you stood at the entrance of the fancy dining hall you planned to use for the wedding. It was time for the rehearsal dinner, and your hands were shaking. Two weeks flew by like nothing, and now it was time for the practice test of the biggest moment of your life. You were standing, waiting for your cue to go up to the main table set up in the front. Looking around at the family and friends that filled the tables around the dining hall, you couldn't help but watch their faces light up in joy.

It was nerve-wracking, knowing that people were having high expectations of your's and Denki's wedding. Speaking of Denki, Where is he? you thought to yourself. Nervously grabbing your phone from your pocket, you called Denki for the nineteenth time, leading straight to voicemail. Earlier in the afternoon, you both arrived together at the wedding venue and went your own ways to greet friends and family but heard no word from him for the past two hours. Kirishima and Sero helped you look around the venue and call Denki, but with no luck, he had just vanished. Your stomach dropped when Sero came up next to you with a long sigh. "Y/N, I don't know where he is. I don't know what's wrong with him, and Jirou isn't here either."

His words had tears gathering in your eyes. Noticing, he handed you a napkin and intertwined your arms. "Sorry.." Shaking your head, you calmed yourself down and dabbed at your eyes before following Sero's lead to the main table. In the middle were two empty seats with seats of your parents and Denki's parents on both sides of them. "Where's the groom?" The planner asked with a confused expression. Unable to speak due to your nervousness, you were only able to shake your head before rubbing your shakey hands together. "I don't know. I really don't know."

Sero cut in with a worried tone, "We couldn't find him anywhere. Did you just want me to be a stand-in for the rehearsal?" The planner nodded in a panic, and with Sero as the stand-in for Denki, afterward, the rehearsal dinner continued on time as planned, many friends and family came up to you in worry. Many asked about the missing groom and what had happened, but again you were unable to answer. Depending on your friends to take over the situation, you quietly asked one of them to take you home.

The second you arrived at your front door, ready to unlock it, you couldn't help but pause. Denki skipped on his own rehearsal dinner, the rehearsal dinner for his own wedding. The fact was burning in your mind that he skipped and that someone else was probably skipping with him. It made your heart sink just by opening the door. Tears already flowing down your cheeks, you entered your home and locked the door behind you; turning back around, you started making your way to the bedroom when you stopped dead in your tracks.

On the living room, the sofa laid a sleeping Jirou who was covered with your favorite blanket. It was like your world was spinning, and all you could hear was a faint ringing in your ears. You don't know how long you were standing there when a figure suddenly came up in front of you, blocking your view. Denki...

You could say that all the anger, sadness, and loneliness building up inside of you finally burst because, in one second, you were frozen in place. In the next, you were grabbing whatever you could to throw at Denki. "You bastard! You! You! You! It was our rehearsal dinner! And you skipped?" You were blinded by your tears as you grabbed the small vase on your left and tossed it as hard as you could.

"What are you doing?!" You heard Denki yell at you to stop, but you couldn't; your body wouldn't listen to you. You just kept grabbing whatever you could get your hands on and tossed it as hard as you could. Glass shattered all around you, some in the entrance, in the kitchen, and the living room. At some point, you heard Jirou yelling at you to stop too, but it only fueled your rage. "You! You're the reason he doesn't love me anymore! You couldn't stay away? Tomorrow was supposed to be my day! My special day, and you're ruining it. You've ruined everything!" Finally, your knees gave out, and you collapsed to the floor with your face in your hands. Uncontrollable sobs ripped through your body as muffled voices surround you. "Why? Why Jirou, why? What did I do?"

Your body shook like crazy, and your hands didn't move from your face. Your emotions were just running wild at this point, all the built-up anger and sadness running free. "What did I do when you were the one who rejected him? Why did you steal him?"

The last thing you remember from that moment before passing out was panicked shouting and hands struggling to lift you up.

THE DAY OF THE WEDDING:

"Y/N? Are you awake?" Groggily, you opened your eyes to see your friends surrounding you. Momo, Tsuyu, Mina, Uraraka, Sero, and Deku stood on every side of you, happy that you finally opened your eyes. "Thought you were a goner there! Welcome back, kiddo." Mina had a goofy smile on her face and was about to crack some jokes before Sero nudged her arm with his elbow. "They're not here; if you're wondering, Denki is with the other guys preparing."

“What are you guys all doing here?” you asked and with the help of Momo and Deku, you sat up in your bed and quietly looked around. Everyone was watching you like you were about to collapse at any second. Memories of what had taken place last night rushed back, causing you to burst out crying. "Preparing for what? He doesn't love me! He loves her, and I know it, I'm not getting married today." The girls rushed to your side, comforting you the best they could while the boys quietly stood back.

After you were able to calm down, Sero explained that Denki had called them over to take care of you. While Jirou went with Denki to another location, it was as if Denki was scared. Scared of what exactly? Nobody knows, only that Sero heard from Denki himself that he couldn’t be in the same house as you at the moment. All you knew was that you no longer wanted to put on the dress you dreamed so long about, no longer wanted to say your vows to the one person you once trusted. But, with a lot of convincing and the help of your friends, you found yourself getting your hair and makeup done, your dress hanging in the closet, ready to be worn.

You felt like a doll sitting in the chair in front of the vanity; who were you getting so pretty for? There was bound to be no groom at that wedding, so what was the point of going through with it? Still, your friends did bring up enough good points to convince a small part of you to show up. To see if he would even show up.

LATER:

Finally, it was time for the wedding. Taking place in a beautiful, white church, you found yourself standing in front of closed doors with your father on your left and Sero on your right. Despite being Denki's best friend, Sero was at your beck and call, helping you whenever you needed, and you were extremely grateful. "They're going to open those doors any minute now, Y/N; I just want you to know that you need to do whatever you feel is best for you, okay? Do not force yourself." His stern tone had you nodding, which made him smile. "Good luck out there." With one last hug from Sero, he went on his way to join the rest of the people waiting inside.

You looked at your dad and then back at the church doors with shaky hands. Would Denki be waiting? Would he even be there? You didn't have enough time to wonder any longer due to the doors slowly opening. Getting in position, you watched as the church doors opened, revealing the aisle and everyone seated in the rows with happy faces. Gulping, your father began to walk you down the aisle. Thank god the veil was over your face; you looked at everyone who was whispering little congratulations and eventually stopped alongside your dad. Looking up, your heart swelled.

Denki was dressed in a classical tuxedo, his hair pushed back, a nervous expression on his face. In awe, you didn't notice your dad quietly handing your hand to Denki, which he nervously took. Taking your place on the stage with your hand in Denki's, you couldn't help but stare at him. Despite all the pain you've endured the past few months, he was still the same boy you fell in love with in high school.

The pastor began his sayings, and you tried your best to focus on his words and not the heat radiating from Denki's hand. Finally, the moment that you've waited for came. The pastor looked at both you and Denki before looking at the crowd. "Now, before we continue, if anyone has any objections, speak now or forever hold your peace." At that moment, you dropped Denki's hand and held up yours. Audible gasps rang out throughout the crowd, and worried whispers began.

Denki shared a shocked expression with the pastor, but that didn't stop you from nervously opening your mouth to speak. "For the past f-few months, I've endured so much pain from you, your secrecy, your lies. I want you to confess right here and right now that the reason you don't touch me, love me, or talk to me is because you're still in love with Jirou."

More gasps rose from the crowd; Jirou stood up in a panic making many heads snap her way while Denki's heart dropped. "What?" You felt lightheaded looking up at Denki and seeing his pained expression; for the first time in months, you were able to see something other than hatred in his face. "Y/N...is that what you've been thinking this whole time? That I'm in love with Jirou?"

Jirou struggled out of the row she sat in and rushed up to the end of the stage in a panic, "Y/N, you got it all wrong!" Tears welled up in your eyes, and you shook your head and threw your hands up in frustration at their shouting. "You! Both of you! Playing me like a fool! Explain it then! Why have you been avoiding me? Like some plague in our own home, why don't you talk to me anymore? Why don’t you love me anymore?"

Your body began to shake again as you watched Denki step forward in an attempt to grab you. But you stepped back away from his touch. "You got it all wrong please let me explain!" Your vision was blurry, your heart bleeding, and your head cloudy; you didn't want an explanation. You just wanted him to confess, and he wouldn't. So you didn't bother. You whispered a small sorry and gathered the front of your dress before going down the steps of the stage and heading down the aisle. Many people rose from their seats, and everyone was talking at once. Denki was at your side in a flash; he grabbed your arm and turned you to face him where you struggled against his grasp.

"Listen to me! I avoided you because ever since high school, I knew you were the one! The one I wanted to be with forever Y/N, Jirou, has been helping me plan our honeymoon, and I've been taking extra jobs to pay off the house I bought for us. The one I bought for our future! Our kids! Y/N!" Denki's voice cracked tears of his own in his eyes. You couldn't believe your ears...you were wrong?

You continued to struggle, not being able to come to terms that he was possibly telling the truth. "No! I saw the messages; I saw her yesterday! You love her!" How embarrassing of a sight it must be for the guests to watch a bride fight against her groom.

Denki shook his head again and forced your body against his in a tight hug. "No! Y/N, please listen to me. Jirou was helping me plan this whole surprise for you. I've been saving up money since high school and have been working so many jobs just for you baby, please believe me. I didn't want to avoid you and act cold, but I had no choice! This was something I wanted you to never find out until the right moment; I never intended for it to go this way." Through his chest, you could hear Denki struggling to breathe as he held you tight in his arms, but it wasn't enough.

"I'm a dumbass Y/N. I didn't realize I was hurting you and was too obsessed with the idea of this big surprise and not spoiling it that I neglected you, and I'm sorry!"

His words were enough to give you strength to push him off of your body. Taking a deep breath in, you looked at Denki through watery eyes and shook your head in agony. "You better be." Gathering the front of your dress again, you turned away from him, your friends, your family, and ran. Running out the church doors to the church entrance with worried shouting behind you, you quickly rushed down the church's steps. You focused your attention on your dad's car parked across the street, luckily with the windows down. Thankful for your dad's forgetfulness. The keys would still be inside, and the window was already down, so you would've been able to just leave and never turn back. With a big smile on your face, you hurried to the car.

Running to the car with your hand out, you were so emotionally exhausted and focused on fleeing that you failed to look at incoming traffic. You were barely anywhere near close to reaching the car when the loud screeching of tires and pungent smell of burnt rubber stopped you.

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La La Land

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Warning ⚠️

Triggering subjects: disassociation, manipulation, mind control, gaslighting (READ AT OWN RISK)

Wandavision: Spoilers (up to episode 7, just to be safe) cheesy sitcom talk, the fifties, the ‘dinner table’ scene, The nickname ‘kiddo’

Oh, Kiddo

“Uh oh.” You didn’t need to check the recipe book to know that cookies weren’t suppose to make smoke invade the inside of the oven.

“Still better then the last batch.” Wanda said, a small cough falling from her mouth as you tipped the burnt treats into a small bin under the counter.

The sight of the now empty tray made you sigh sadly, the burnt pieces of dough was going to take decades to scrub off!

“I’m sorry about the tray.” You let it drop into the sink. “I promise, as soon as mom comes back, I’ll get you a new one.”

Wanda scoffed playfully, a point of her finger making the tray levitate in front of her. “Don’t be silly, kiddo!” You watched in awe as it turned back to its shiny silver. “I have an amazing cleaner.” You both giggle.

“Well I should at least do the dishes myself.” The sight of Wanda trying to argue made you hold your hand up in silent protest “No, no. You aren’t the only one who has hands.”

“You wash, I dry?” The perfect compromise.

The kitchen fell into peaceful silence except for the bubbly soap that filled the sink. It was the perfect start of a new day (maybe not for the oven) and you couldn’t help smile at the warmth that swelled through you.

“Busy hands make the heart grow fonder” Your mother’s words echoed inside of you as you finished the final dish.

The thought didn’t stay for long before the sound of a plate breaking made you jump, turning quickly as it hit the floor.

“My wife and her flying sources.” Vision quipped as the last of the shattered plate fell off his shoulder, dressed in a respectable suit and dress shoes.

“My husband and his indestructible head.” Wanda replied with a teasing smile. The perfect couple was a sight to behold as you grabbed the glass from the air above her and placed it back in the cuboard.

“Aren’t we a fine pair?” Vision gave his a wife a small kiss on the head and turned to you with a small smile. “Good morning, Kiddo.” You greeted him, drying your hands on the skirt of your dress. “I’m starting to think you came with the house.” Wanda chuckled.

“Mom will be back soon, I promise, the house will be teenage free before you know it.”

“Oh, don’t be silly!” He lets the newspaper in his hand slide across the countertop. “I’m only teasing.”

“What do you say to silver dollar pancakes, crispy hash browns, bacon, eggs, freshly squeezed orange juice, and black coffee?” Wanda’s words made your mouth water, it felt as though you hadn’t eaten in days and a full breakfast was just what you needed.

“I say. ‘Oh, I don’t eat food.’” He smiled.

“Well, that explains the empty refrigerator.” Her words confused you. There wasn’t even the carton of milk you were sure was there earl-

“Wanda?” Vision’s voice snaps you out of your thoughts, she simply hummed in question.

“Is there something special about today?”

“Well, I know the apron is a bit much, dear, but I am doing my best to blend in.” You watch as she crosses the kitchen.

“No, no, there on the calander. Someone’s drawn a little heart right above today’s date.” He lets his chin rest on her head while you move closer to see. Sure enough, there it was.

“Oh, yes.” Wanda said with tense shoulders. “The heart.” She looked over at you for some guidance, the confused look she saw didn’t help calm her nerves. “Well, don’t tell me you have forgotten, Vis.” She turned in his arms with a look of accusation and hands laid on her hips.

“Forgotten?” He scoffed. “Oh, Wanda, I’m incapable of forgetfulness. I remember everything. That’s not an exaggeration. In fact, I’m incapable of exaggeration.”

“Well, then tell me what’s so important about today’s date.”

You had to stifle a laugh when you looked at him; mouth blown out like a fish and eyes wide, a stern look from Wanda made you cover it with a cough.

“What was the question again?” Vision turned quickly. “Oh, well. Perhaps, you’ve forgotten yourself.”

“Me? Heavens, no. I’ve been so looking forward to it.” You let Vision pass you, choosing to keep to yourself and take a sit at the table.

“As have I.” He said proudly with arms folded. “Today we are celebrating...”

Why were you so hungry?

“You bet we are...”

Why were you always, so hungry?

“It’s the first time we....have ever celebrated this occasion before.”

“It’s a.... special day!”

Something doesn’t feel right

“Perhaps an evening... of great significance...”

Can you feel her clawing?

“Kiddo?” Her voice makes you jump in your seat, letting out a small hiss from hitting your knee underneath the table. “You alright?”

“I...” Silly you, always dozing off. “I’m just peachy keen, Wanda!” A series of knocks on the door makes her pause and you’re quick to stand. “I’ll get it!”

“Oh, you don’t have to do that...” She trailed behind you, a polite smile on her face as you open the door.

You barley grab the large plant that’s shoved in your face, the woman breezing past you with her hand out.

“Hello. dear, I’m Agnes. Your neighbour to the right.” Wanda lets out a awkward laugh but takes her hand anyway. “My right, not yours.” She’s loud and very, very talkative. “Forgive me for not stopping by sooner to welcome you to the block. My mother in-law was in town, so I wasn’t.”

You pull the plant away from you with a huff. Wanda gives you an apologetic look, grabbing it from your hands, both of you watching as Agnes makes her way through.

“So, what’s your name? Where are you from, and most importantly, how’s your bridge game, hon?”

Very talkative indeed.

Wanda laughs as she crosses the room -leaving you to close the door - and sent Agnes a friendly smile.

“I’m Wanda.” She gestures to you over the woman’s shoulder. “And we call her ‘Kiddo’.”

“Easier that way.” You add as you smooth out your skirt once more, choosing to sit on the edge of the couch. Agnes turns to you with a smile.

“Oh, I’m sorry dear!” You wave her off with another friendly smile. “Wanda, Kiddo, lovely names for two lovely ladies.” You all share a small giggle.

“Golly.” Agnes’ eyes scan the room. “You settled in fast! Did you use a moving company?”

“I sure did.” You wanted nothing but to rip off that stupidly large bow off that equally obnoxious plant, but you didn’t want to be rude. “Those boxes don’t move themselves.” Agnes chuckled and you were itching to move it from the table Wanda placed it on.

“So what’s a single gal like you doing rattling around this big house? With a daughter no less.” You and Wanda were quick to explain.

“I’m not her daughter.” You move back as her dress skirt fills your vision, looking over at Wanda. “Just visiting.”

“I’m married.” She added with a gleeful shine in her eyes.

“Oh, I don’t see a ring.”

“Well, I assure you I’m married.” She covers her hand with the other. “To a man. A human one and tall.”

Agnes was a very suffocating presence; her dress bold and checker patterned, your polka dots looked rather bland compared to it and when she took a seat next to you - practically in your lap at one point of readjusting - you had never felt so small.

“As a matter of fact, he’ll be home later tonight for a special occasion. Just the two of us.”

“Oh, is it someone’s birthday?”

“Not a birthday.”

“Well today isn’t a holiday, is it?”

Were there any holidays in March? You - like most days - were left completely blank.

“No, it’s not a holiday...” Wanda’s hands fidget, you couldn’t help but join, opting to pick at a thread on your sleeve.

Today was.... hmm, what was today? You tried to remember if Vision or Wanda spoke of anything special, but nothing really stood out from the crowd.

“An anniversary then?”

“Ye... yes!” The relief on her face was almost comical. “Yes! It’s our anniversary!” Agnes couldn’t hide her excitement, grabbing your hand mid pull of the thread and held another one for Wanda to take.

“Oh, how marvellous.” She turned forward, putting both of your hands in her lap as Wanda joined on the couch. “How many years?”

“Well, it feels like we’ve always been together.”

“Lucky gal.” Agnes shook your hand with a smile. “Isn’t it just, having such a wonderful influence like that?” Wanda blushed. “The only way Ralph would remember our anniversary is if there was a beer named ‘June 2nd’. “ At least she was entertaining, right? “So, what do you have planned?”

“How do you mean?”

“For your special night. A young thing like you doesn’t have to do much, but it’s still nice to set the scene.” You and Wanda shared a glance as Agnes turned once more. “Say, I was just reading a crackerjack magazine article -“ She gave you both a playful slap on the thigh as she stood. “- called ‘How To Treat Your Husband To Keep Your Husband,’ and let me tell you, what Ralph could really use is, ‘How To Goose Your Wife So You Don’t Lose Your Wife’.”

Maybe you were just a bad judge of character or you were simply just insecure, but Agnes, to her credit, had quickly found a way to pull on your hearstrings in a perfect way.

Or maybe she was just very funny.

“Hang on. I’ll go grab it and we can start planning.” She turned to you before leaving and pointed a perfectly manicured finger. “Now, I hope you don’t have plans, Kiddo! Suducing a man is a lesson no school could teach you, Though a pretty gal like you shouldn’t need a whole lot.” She laughed and you couldn’t help but feel the warm rush to your cheeks at the compliment. “Oh, this is gonna be a gas!”

With a final giggle and smile, Agnes was gone. You moved closer to Wanda as she let out a happy sigh.

“Before she comes back,” She turns to you fully. “- can I throw that horrid plant out?”

———

“-and you don’t have a song? Nothing special you played at your weddding?” Agnes asked, the magazine sitting on her lap.

“No, nothing special.” That seemed to be the go to answer for Wanda; no song, no inside joke and not even a favourite date. Maybe that was the new era of marriage?

“I’ll just loan you some records then.” Agnes said before pointing to the notepad in your hand. “Mark that off the list, Kiddo.” You nodded and did just that. “What are we up to?”

“We’ve got wardrobe, music and...” God, you had horrible handwriting. “Oh, decor!” Agnes let out a happy hum and looked back at the article.

“Hmm... oh, what about seduction techniques?”

“Oh, I have those.” The loud chuckle made Wanda frown, suddenly unsure.

Agnes was really good at that.

“Of course, you do.”

“Just out of curiosity, what does it say?” You both leaned in, the chair you were sitting on unfortunately made it impossible to see over her shoulder.

“That you should stumble when you walk into a room so he can catch you. It’s romantic.”

“Any other tricks?”

“You could point out that the death rate of single men is twice that of married men.” She suggested with a smirk.

“Now, that’s romantic.” The shared laughter is quick to die down when the phone rings. “Oh.” Agnes hands you a glass of apple cider, a small enough glass to blur the moral line of underage drinking, and raised hers with a grin.

“Drink up, dear.”

“Vision residents.” Wanda said politely over the phone, the voice of her husband making her grin. “Vision, sweetheart.” You had to stop yourself from grimacing at the bitterness of the drink, not a hint of apple was in it. Alcohol was truely disgusting.

“Don’t worry, dear. I have everything under control.” She turned towards you both with a knowing smile, debating whether or not to wrap the cord around her fingers like the giddy school girl she felt like.

Agnes took another sip and clicked her tongue. “Oh! I knew you looked familiar.” She said, adverting you attention. “You’re Lori’s girl, aren’t you?” You couldn’t explain why your stomach dropped. “Lovely woman, real smart cookie. Didn’t she want to be an actress or a.... hmm, oh....um -“

“A journalist.” The bitterness of the cider in that moment seemed like heaven, and you downed the rest in one go. Agnes giggled and nodded.

“That’s right, a journalist, very modern.” The conversation died after that, instead filled with tonight’s plan for Wanda. But even when you laughed and giggled along, deciding which record of Agnes’ to put on, that pit of dread remained.

You just wanted to know why.

———

So maybe baking wasn’t your strong suit, or even a decent hobby, but you did know how to set a mood. The candlight that filled the living room and the smell of vanilla (Agnes had enough of it to make you dizzy) was just the right amount of sweetness and romance.

“All done!” You call with a proud smile on your face. You turned as Wanda peaked her head out from the kitchen door.

“Aw, Kiddo, what would I do without you?” She had her hair curled to perfection, and makeup that made her look like a porcelain doll. She was the perfect wife and you had to admit, Agnes was right about you taking notes. “Are you sure you’ll get home okay?”

“I’ll be fine.” You grab your coat from the dining chair and give her a final smile. “Have fun.” She disappears back in the kitchen and you try to hide the knowing smirk on your face as you hear the front door. “I know, I know, I’ll be gone in two min-“

“You never told me you had kids.” A male voice, one you had never heard before, interrupted you. Your coat buttons were long forgotten as the couple strolled in; Vision looking just as horrified and confused as you.

“I... uh.”

“I didn’t know you were joining us for dinner, Kiddo.” Vision said with a nervous laugh. “Mr. Hart, this is my...”

“Cousin. Just flew in.” You can’t stop your hands from fidgeting as Vision nods.

“Yes! Yes, my cousin, Kiddo.”

“You’re name is ‘Kiddo’?” Mr. Hart is hostile, and his wife has to slap his shoulder when he glares at you.

“Oh stop it, it’s a lovely name.” She steps from behind her husband and lets out a small gasp. “Oh, how every atmospheric.” You forced a polite smile, blowing out one of the candles when she turns.

“What’s going on here, Vision? You blow a fuse?”

“Why don’t you take a seat...” You are quick to grab onto Vision’s hand and pull towards you with a smile. “And we’ll go and fetch the lady of the house.” Vision almost trips on the way to the kitchen behind you, you were a lot stronger then you looked.

“What’s going on?” This was not at all what you thought was going to happen. Maybe you had too much cider? “Where is she?” Vision didn’t wait for you to answer, already out of the kitchen before you could even think of a answer. “Wanda!” She was only there a moment ago.

“Vision.” Her smile fades to horror and she’s quick to move her hands away from Mr. Hart. “Oh! Oh!” She looks back and fourth from Vision and the Harts. When she caught glimpse of you, she nearly fainted, covering her chest as her cheeks bloomed a bright red.

“What is the meaning of this?”

“Well, what is... yeah, what is the meaning of...” His stammering wasn’t helping, at all, to calm anyone’s confusion. “Oh, the meaning of it! You want to know the meaning of it.... and the meaning of it is that this is the traditional Sokovian greeting of hospitality.” Wanda nodded, quickly making her way over as Vision covered her eyes. “Guess who?”

“Is that my host behind me?” She faked a laugh and you chose to find interest in your shoes.

“It certainly is.”

“Lovely to make you acquaintance.”

“Yes!” You wished the floor would suck you down to a hole in the ground, the awkwardness almost suffocating. “See, I forgot to tell you my wife is from Europe.” You look up with a grin as Vision put a hand on your shoulder. “And... so is my cousin.”

“Oh, how exotic!” Mrs. Hart said with a grin of her own, how on earth did they buy that?

“We don’t break bread with Bolsheviks.” Her husband grumbled.

“Oh, hush, Arthur!” She slapped his chest playfully with a chuckle. “Have you no culture at all ? And that dress!”

“Yes! It’s... “ Vision can’t help but take a double take at his wife’s appearance. “It’s so... Sokovian, Is what it is! Yes!”

“Can I just see you in the kitchen for a moment, sweetheart?” Wanda was light and fast on her feet, making sure to pull the fabric from a lamp before going to the kitchen.

“Oh, Yes!” Vision gestures to the candles and follows his wife.

You turn to the couple, with the brightest smile you can muster.

“Please.” You say with arms wide. “Take a seat, make yourselves comfortable.” The minute they reach the couch and sit, you get to work on the candles. You only get five done before Vision barrels through the door.

“Can you help Wanda? She’s just... “ Mrs. Hart glances over her shoulder with an eyebrow raised. “- finishing dinner.”

You are quick to excuse yourself.

———

“Oh, where is she?” Wanda tightens her apron for the third time, eyes glued to the door. She had changed from the silk, now wearing a modest evening dress.

“Oh, thank heavens!” Agnes had barley even walked past the window and Wanda, wasting no time, opened the back door wide. “Oh, Agnes! You’re a life-saver.”

“What kind of housewife would I be if I didn’t have a gourmet meal for five just lying about the place?” Both you and Wanda grab for the various tins and trays, trying to save the poor woman’s arms. “Not that Ralph ever wants to eat anything but baked beans which explains a lot about his personal hygiene, mind you.”

“I can take that.” You weren’t expecting her to drop the large pot so carelessly, not being able to catch it in time as it hit your foot with loud bang on the floor. “Ow.”

“Oh, my!” Agnes dropped to her knees, wiping off your shoe and picking up the pot and lid. “Butter fingers.” You chuckle and wave it off.

“It’s okay.” She gives you a bright smile and placing everything properly on the bench.

“- sure she’s absolutely fine in there!” The sound of Vision’s voice booms through the kitchen, a warning that made you both flustered.

“Oh, thank you, Agnes. I think we’ve got it covered from here.” Wanda said, placing her hands on the woman’s back and pushing gently.

“Are you sure dear?” Agnes asked, getting a small “mhmm” back from her. “Many hands make light work. And many mouths make good gossip.”

“You’re so naughty.” Wanda scolds playfully, you were kept busy with unpacking several vegetables from her wicker basket.

“Oh, shall I pre-heat the oven then, dear?” The witch was quick to steer her around from it as you moved out of the way.

“That won’t be necessary.”

“Oh, alright then. Well I know you’re in a pinch so this menu can be done in a snap.” Agnes made sure to snap her fingers, always one for the theatrics. “Lobster Thermidor with mini-minced turnovers to start.” She moved back towards the counter, Wanda letting out a breath as she followed. “Chicken à la king with twice-cooked new potatos for your second course.” She gave you a pat as she passed you. “And steak Diane and mint jellies for your main.”

Wanda had to move back as Agnes turned once more, finger inches from her face. “Do you set you own jellies, dear?” You both nod. “Good girls.” Wanda grabs her waist again and pushed but as she inches from the outside, she calls out to you. “Recipe cards are on the counter.”

Wanda closes the door, hands up as you read one of the cards.

“So, I guess we should start with-“

“No time, Kiddo.” With a flick of her wrist; every cuboard opened and you had to duck your head down to advoid getting hit with a frying pan. “Sorry.”

The kitchen quickly was in complete chaos; the smell of various veggies and seasonings overwhelmed your senses, and while you tried desperately to grab a wooden spoon from the air to stir, the kitchen bar devider opened.

Yeah, take out the papers and the trash, or you won’t get no spending cash

You and Wanda both watched in a mix of confusion and fear, apparently Vision could sing. You reached up on your toes once more and pulled the spoon down with a satisfied grin.

If You don’t scrub the kitchen floor, you ain’t gonna rock and roll no more

Oh, right. Mrs. Hart was inches away from a stressed out witch and her teenage sidekick surrounding by levitating kitchen supplies.

Time to close the shutters.

Yakety yak! Don’t talk back

You closed them with a sharp slam.

———

The past ten minutes had to be on the list of “worst moments ever” of your life, the world felt a little too off center and you had to remind yourself that breathing wasn’t just a personal choice. Wanda wasn’t doing too great either; the chicken went from borderline ash to newly laid eggs, it was starting to feel a little too warm in here. If you weren’t panicking so much, you might have remembered that the large coat you wore that had wool lining was easily removable.

“How’s the potatos, Kiddo?” Wanda turned to you with a frown at your apparence; you were covered in flour and unmoving from the corner, bowl in hand and eyes shinny.

“Am I moving?” You ask.

“No.” She gently grabs the bowl from your hands, grimacing at the mush inside and pulling you to the table. “Why don’t you have a seat? Hmm, take a few deep breaths and just re- oh no!” It was too late to save the cream from spilling on the floor.

Wanda almost wanted to join you at the table.

“Oh, what was I supposed to do next? What was the main course again?” She let the cards float around her, hands quickly turning them.”it was... steak.” Wrong card. “No. Steak...steak Diane!”

“Yes?!” You manage to look over at the closed blinds, Vision’s voice following again soon after. “I’m just coming... Fred.”

Wanda - after taking her own advice - had finally managed to put the kitchen back in order, all pots and pans back perfectly in their cupboards. You were finally calming down, able take a minute to process as she floated the lobster to the pot of boiling water.

But both of you felt the familiar panic burn through your veins when someone came rushing in from the living room, Wanda letting out a startled gasp and throwing the meat out the window. It was only after the window slammed shut that you realised it was just Vision.

“How can I be of assistance?” He asked with huff. Funny, you wouldn’t think a robot would need to take a breather.

“Well, the chicken is no longer a chicken and the lobsters just flew the coop so the steak is the last man standing.” Wanda replied, grabbing the recipe card from the counter. “It says here I can cut down the prep time with a meat tenderizer.”

“Excellent plan. Where’s the tenderizer?”

“I’m looking at him.” He gingerly took the mallet with a small “ah” and was forced to look up when the divider opened once more.

“Hoo-hoo in there!” Mrs. Hart’s head popped in and Wanda was quick to move, almost ruining the poor woman’s curls when she closed it.

“Hoo-hoo back to you!” She pulls at the strings of her apron with a sigh. “Finish the meat, find the lobsters.” She turned to you. “Lose the coat, Kiddo.” Her apron is pulled from her hips and Vision barley catches it. “We’ll be right back.”

You stand, pulling off the emerald green coat. One look at your dress and Wanda lets out a gasp.

“Can’t go out like that.” She grabbed the coat from you and folded it on your chair, the dress was covered and she had hoped that the coat would have been an effective shield.

“I can go home and change.” You say with a wipe of your cheek. Wanda stops you from moving.

“No, allow me.” She clicks her fingers and - with a dramatic puff of smoke - your old dress is replaced with a beautiful turquoise one, white lining on the collar and floral skirt to match. It was gorgeous. “Perfection. Now, lets go.”

You give a quick “sorry” at the door, startling Mrs. Hart as you trail behind your frazzled friend.

“I hope you’re hungry.” She said with a smile.

“Starved, is more like it.” Mr. Hart replied as he pushed off the couch, a frown permanently placed on his face.

“My head is starting to feel woozy.” A low growl from your stomach seemed to agree with Mrs. Hart, luckily a loud bang from the kitchen covered the sound.

“Were either of you aware that married men are killing single men at an alarming rate?” Wanda’s hands never stopped moving, and the nervous chuckle only made Mr. Hart more frustrated.

“What are you going on about?” Another loud bang made you all jump and you had to stop yourself from cursing. “And what’s going on in there?” You luckily didn’t have to stop him from moving as Wanda fell ontop of him, his hands catching her by the arms.

The room seemed to spin, things were moving so quickly you could barley keep up. Wanda was still in the man’s arms when a loud knocking filled the room, you were sure you were going to faint.

“Who could that be?” Wanda practically ran to the door, happy for the distraction and Vision was quick on her heels. Mrs. Hart pulled at your sleeve, a kind smile on her face.

“Are you alright, dear?”

“I... uh,” The words got lost in your mouth. Could everyone just calm down for a second? The slam of the door forced you both out of the small moment.

“Who was that?” Her husband asked.

“A salesman”

“Telegram!” Vision felt the glare of Mr. Hart. “A man selling telegrams.”

“Wouldn’t you know it.” Wanda added, hands behind her back. “Good news is more expensive.” You couldn’t hear what Vision said after that, but by the way his wife frowned and pulled her apron off him, it must’ve been yet another problem. She glided past you, the sight of a pineapple behind her back didn’t answer any questions, but you let her go on her way regardless.

“Well.” Vision said, hands on his hips proudly. “I think tonight’s going swimmingly. Anyone for Parcheesi?”

“My head is spinning.” Mrs. Hart replied, feet dragging her to the couch.

“Oh, Mrs. Hart -“ You grabbed her arm, gently helping her down as Vision fanned her face.

“Did you hear that? My wife’s head is spinning. Generally speaking, I don’t like her head to do that.” You could feel the annoyance radiating off him. “You know, I’m beginning to think you’re not management material, Vision.”

“Sir, if you could just wait a few -“ The glare he gave almost made your knees buckle, looking at Vision for help as he continued.

“You know, I had high hopes for you. But from what I’ve seen here tonight, you can barley keep it together. I mean, look around.” He gestured around him with his hands. “There’s all the chaos going on in your household. Now, when are we gonna eat?”

“Dinner is served.”

Oh, thank God.

The table behind you was set to perfection; each plate the perfect distance apart, and each with a set of cutlery and wine glass. You’re stomach was growling and you were quick to move to your seat - the only glass filled with some kind of juice - and gave Wanda a grateful smile.

“Breakfast for dinner? How very-“

“European.” Mrs. Hart interrupted, eyes glued to the table.

“Ohh! Let’s have a toast!” Vision moves to his end of the table, the Harts following as you raise your glass. “To my lovely and talented wife.”

“To our esteemed guests.” Wanda adds with a smile. You all clink your glasses with a small “cheers” and take a sip of the juice. It was sugary sweet, but did nothing to fill your belly. “Well, please eat before it gets cold.”

You don’t have to be told twice; sitting besides Mrs. Hart - who Vision was quick to offer a chair to like a gentleman - and letting your napkin rest on your thighs.

“So,” She said as everyone settled properly in their seats. “Where did you two move from?” She grabbed her napkin. “What brought you here?” You cut a small piece of the sausage and raised it to your mouth. “How long have you been married? And why don’t you have children yet?” Wanda let out a small laugh, so many questions!

“I think what my wife means to say is that we moved from...” You took another bite, warmth filling your body, and it took everything in to not gulp down the whole plate.

“Yes, we moved from...” Wanda’s face was a exact mirror of her husband’s, both struggling with empty memory.

“And we were married...”

You couldn’t stop eating, fork always full of egg and toast, the conversation becoming background noise.

“Yes, yes, we were married in...”

“Well? Moved from where ? Married when?” Mr. Hart’s voice snapped you back, another bite and you swallowed it down with a gulp of juice, eyes now between each end of the table.

“Now, patience, Arthur. They’re setting up their story. Let them tell it.” His wife waved him off with a smile and bite of food. Wanda stumbled once more, her fumbling only causing the tension to rise.

“Yes, what exactly is your story?”

“Oh, just leave the poor kids alone.” You took another sip, gagging as you felt something on your tongue.

“No, really, I mean,” It was slimy and thin, and as you pulled it out with your fingers, confusion filled you at the sight of a brown leaf. “I think it’s a perfectly simple question. Honestly.” It dropped to your plate and you picked up the almost empty glass, the bottom was a dark orange, and the hundreds of little pieces floating in it made you feel sick. “Why did you come here? Why?”

Something’s Wrong

Mr. Hart slammed his hand down on the table, startling you to the point of completey dropping your glass, juice staining the carpet by your feet. You were left helpless as you stared at the man in front of you.

“Damn it, why? Why did you...” The air from his lungs vanishes, face turning red as he chokes.

“Oh, Arthur, stop it.”

Why won’t you move?

“Stop it.”

This doesn’t make sense

“Stop it. Stop it. Stop it.”

Mr. Hart grips the table, letting out another failed attempt of breath before vanishing under it, still chocking.

“Stop it. Stop it. Stop it.”

This is wrong, all wrong

“Stop it.”

I want to go home

“Vision, help him.”

And just like that, the world makes sense again.

You let out a shaky laugh as Vision helps the man up from the floor. You take one more bite of food as Mr. Hart checks his watch with a sigh.

“Well, would you look at the time?”

“Yes. We’d better be going.” Mrs. Hart replies, standing as you follow suit, making sure to tuck your chair in.

“Well... are you both alright?” Wanda asks, giving you a small smile as they walk to the door.

“We had such a lovely time.” She turns quickly and wraps her hands around Wanda’s eyes. “This guest is leaving your home.” She laughs.

“Yes, thank you for coming.”

You pay them no mind; body moving passed them on autopilot, you didn’t care to hear them say goodbye, didn’t care when Mr. Hart told Vision about a promotion, or when Wanda offered you the guest bedroom since it was just “too late to walk home alone, you didn’t care.

And when you finally slipped into the covers, eyes shutting as sleep took hold of you, you finally felt at peace.

Your mind was yours, and yours alone for the first time that day, and you wanted nothing more then to wake up under the star-lights in your bedroom.

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caspers-chibs-imagines · 3 years

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Redemption

Summary

Riley Teller and her son move back to Charming. When Riley returns however, she is faced with the fact that she had to take on her responsibilities as a mom better than before when they are apart of The Sons. Allies are made and maybe a little something more with a certain Scotsman.

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Chapter Twenty Three

“It’s just for one night. Why can’t they just let me stay?” I cross my arms against my chest as Tara awkwardly fiddles with her hands.

“It’s hospital regulations. You can come back tomorrow morning though-”

“To hell with regulations! I’m not leaving my son.” I interrupt her. My chest fluttered and my jaw clenched as Tara looked at me as her mouth opened and closed like a goldfish. “Either use your words or close your mouth.”

Tara closes her mouth and rubs her forehead with her right hand.

“I can… try to let you stay, but you’ve got to be quiet. No wandering around. You need anything you text me.” She explains and relief runs through my veins. My shoulders feel less strained and they sag back down from their tensed position.

“Thank you.” I mutter before she ushers me back into the hospital room.

“Close the blind, keep the noise down and I’ll be the nurse to come check up on Tommy.” Tara then leaves and closes the door behind her.

I turn back to Tommy as he slept in the hospital bed. Mom had brought me a bag of stuff from home, a few items being Tommy’s blanket and teddy bear. I had tucked him in with blanket and he cuddled his teddy with his left arm, resting his cast upon a pillow beside him. He wasn’t in any pain and after his last check up by Tara, everything will be fine. The cast will just be a constant reminder of how I didn’t protect my baby.

Fillip.

God I wish I could hear his voice right now. Feel his hand brush my hair while he whispers “tha’ everything will be fine.”

Not lay near enough comatose in a hospital bed with a hole stitched up in his head.

I didn’t know what to do. Still don’t. I had visited the room that Tara wrote down when she handed me the piece of paper earlier today. I walked up to the door, looked through the small window and froze.

There lay his shell.

It wasn’t my Fillip.

He was lifeless, hooked up to a machine that beep, beep, beeped away.

I stood for a while next to him, my knees locked and my calves and feet felt like TV static. I can’t begin to describe the feeling I held in my chest, but I can begin with that I can’t lose him. I never had closure with George, I never got to say goodbye or say one last ‘I love you’. I didn’t want to have that a second time.

But I wasn’t going to say goodbye because he was going to make it. We were going to see each other again. We’d say hello again.

***

I spent the night wide awake watching over Tommy. I concluded that the explosion had to have been Zobelle; which means that Clay is going to retaliate no matter what anyone thought. This was all the fuel Clay needed to have a full on blood bath in Charming – which could mean someone is going to either end up dead or behind bars. Watching Tommy sound asleep made me panic that that someone could be me. Was being a part of the club worth risking my baby?

The next morning the doctor came as Tara had already clocked off, it was easy to lie and say I’d only arrived moments before him. He gave Tommy a once over and deemed him fit enough to return home and rest there.

“Will everyone sign my arm mommy?” Tommy asked as I drove the truck back home. “Elliot had a cast in school and we all drew on it for him. Miss Harrison said it would make his arm better. Will it make my arm better mommy?”

“It will baby,” I assured him and smiled. “You can get all your friends to sign it at school.” With that Tommy seemed to beam the rest of the drive, happy to be able to get his cast signed by everyone.

We spent majority of the afternoon watching movies and playing with Tommy’s dinosaurs. Tommy had wanted me to sign his cast and I did so with purple heart and wrote ‘mommy’s soldier’. He beamed all afternoon about being a brave soldier, ready to fight the bad guys to protect his mommy.

The club hadn’t called or visited which most likely meant they weren’t going to consider me as a prospect in their decisions today. Which I am grateful for because I didn’t want a minute away from my son. Any chance I could grasp onto him and hold him in my arms, feel his little heartbeat in his chest, blow raspberry kisses on his cheeks, all moments that assured me that he was alive and well.

Coming up to dinner I still hadn’t heard anything from the club or even Jax. Silence is never good – with children or with men. Tommy had asked to call Half-sack at the hospital, after he had his surgery Tommy had been missing one of his favourite babysitters – I couldn’t lie and say I don’t miss him too. So whilst I prepared spaghetti and meatballs, Tommy sat on the floor against the fridge with my phone rambling on about his new cast to him.

“Mommy said I can get it signed by everybody!” Tommy falls silent for a moment, then nods his head. “I made a square for you to sign, next to Chibby!”

Filip…

I jolt as the door knocks. I wipe my hands on the kitchen towel before leaving Tommy still chatting away on the floor and go to greet my new guest.

“Got room for one more?” Mom asks as she holds up a bottle of whiskey. She has shadows under her eyes, her hair still styled to perfection but her shoulders hold onto an invisible weight as they slump.

“Meatballs almost done,” I step back and let her in. We walk back to the kitchen after I close the door. Tommy sees mom and almost drops the phone as he runs up to her to cuddle.

“Grandma is here. Okay. Bye Eddie!” Tommy beams up at mom and I take my phone back and put it on the counter.

Dinner is eaten in the living room with mom and I on the couch and Tommy sat on the floor and his plate on the coffee table. Scooby Doo and the gang run around trying to solve another mystery as I eat my meal and sip the whiskey mom brought. Tommy gasps when the monster is revealed to the previous owner of the land. Mom is silent. She greeted Tommy with warmth and a smile and she answered him anytime he spoke to her, but other than that it’s as though she’s lost in her own little world.

I don’t press her on what’s wrong; that’s a first class ticket to being berated about my own problems.

By the time Tommy is settled in bed and hugging his teddy bear, my own fatigue was creeping up on me. I walk into the kitchen just as mom opens a window, her other hand holding a pack of cigarettes and her lighter.

“Spare one?” I ask as I walk over to the counter below the window and sit on it. Mom passes me a cigarette and lights it for me. With my first inhale I realise that this has been the first one I’ve had in two days.

Mom lights up her own and we sit and stand in a comfortable silence.

“I never did get to say goodbye to your father,” Mom begins, exhaling smoke as she looks at me. A haunted shadow in her eyes fluttered by and said goodbye before I could question it.

“Only got to hear the words come from the sheriff where they found parts of his skull.” I shuddered. I took another drag and let it’s burn itch at my chest.

“I don’t remember the last thing I said to George,” I muttered. Mom shifts next to me, turning in to listen as she did when I was younger.

“I just remember we were shouting; I was trying to get him to come with me. To run back here and get help… but he didn’t want to run. I remember seeing blood and putting Tommy in the truck. But I don’t remember if I told him I loved him.” I sniff back the coarse feeling in my throat. My chest burns a deeper hole. The last thing I asked Fillip to do was take Jax’s side.

“The last thing Fillip said to me was my name. He called out to me before the van blew up. He saved my little boy. Now I don’t know if I’ll get to help him.” My head falls, I stare down at my feet. Mom wraps an arm around me and pulls me into her, her chin resting on my head.

“Does it ever stop?” I ask – beg.

“You never get over it.”

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Excuse me, do you still take requests? Because I wanted to ask for a burping story regarding Golden Time's female protagonist, Kouko Kaga. Specifically about her feeling rather gassy after eating at a buffet with her boyfriend. If possible, I don't know if you could sneak a fart or two in there?

Sorry, I don't do any eprocto stuff. Everything else I can happily do, though. Also, I'm really glad to get an ask for this anime, it's def one of my favs, but it's also been a really long time since I watched it through so sorry if anything seems ooc 🙏

“Wow, you really were hungry, weren’t you?”

K.ouko stopped short, the noodles still ungracefully hanging from her mouth. She quickly swallowed them, trying to regain her composure. “I-it’s just because I haven’t eaten all day…”

“Ah, I didn’t mean anything by it, K.ouko. I’m glad you’re eating a lot now, it’s not good for you to skip meals.”

“I-I’m not really eating a lot, am I?” She looked at the table, realizing that she was on her third plate. “Oh…”

“Don’t sweat it, K.ouko!” He grabbed a forkful of his own pasta, shoving it into his mouth. “See? Now I’m eating a lot, too!”

“You’re talking with your mouth full, B.anri,” She giggled.

Embarrassed, he quickly swallowed. “O-oh, sorry…”

By the time they’d left the buffet, K.ouko felt beyond stuffed. The walk back to B.anri’s apartment was agonizing, and every other step brought a little bit of food into the back of her throat.

“Was everything good, K.ouko?”

She didn’t want to be rude after B.anri had treated her to a nice meal, but she was afraid that if she opened her mouth, the air (or worse, the food she had eaten) would come back up. So she simply nodded, not meeting his eyes. She could see him frowning in her peripheral vision and her heart dropped. ‘Now he’s going to think I’m ungrateful, isn’t he?’

“Ah, looks like we’re here, K.ouko. Be careful on the steps!”

She took them slowly, but it was still a great effort. She felt unbearably heavy and drowsy, and by the time they reached his door, she thought she might heave. She had intially been excited when B.anri had asked her to come over, but now, all she wanted to do was curl up in bed. She looked to B.anri to see if he was struggling in the same way, but he seemed alright, and was staring at her with clear concern on his face. “Are you cold? Let’s get you inside, okay?”

She nodded, following him in to his cozy yet somewhat minimalistic apartment. She felt a bit better in its warmth, but she was still heavily feeling the effects of her binge. She chided herself harshly, ‘Why did I have to do this in front of B.anri… this is something that a cute girlfriend definitely wouldn’t do…’

“K.ouko, are you okay? You’ve been really quiet, I’m starting to worry, a bit…”

K.ouko wanted to respond, to tell him that she was just fine, but suddenly felt a pocket of air rise up from the pit of her stomach. It was right at the top of her chest, and she felt like she couldn’t breathe around it. She stood up quickly, about to excuse herself to the restroom, but the upward motion brought everything up faster than she could stop it, and she let out a surprisingly loud burp.

She clapped her hands over her mouth, mortified. Some of the physical tension had been released, but the mental tension had increased tenfold. ‘Why did this have to happen now of all times… just when we finally have some alone time, too. He’s going to think I’m such a pig…’

She slowly looked over to him, hands still covering her flushed face, to gauge his reaction. To her surprise, he didn’t seem offended or grossed out at all. He simply smiled, and pushed out a longer, deeper belch of his own.

She let out a startled gasp. “B-B.anri! Mine was an accident, you did that on purpose!”

“Don’t be so embarrassed, it’s totally natural. I’m just glad you did it first, I’ve been holding that in this whole time!”

K.ouko sighed. “Geez… and here I was, worried about what you would think of me this whole time.”

“I thought I was the one who was worried about you… You’ve been so quiet, I thought that maybe I’d done something to make you upset or uncomfortable. I’m really glad you’re not angry with me, K.ouko.”

K.ouko blushed at his honesty. “Of course not, B.anri. I’d tell you if I was upset, I just… ate way too much.”

B.anri’s eyes moved to K.ouko’s stomach, visibly distended even through her shirt, and she quickly turned it away from view. “Please don’t stare at it!”

B.anri blushed, turning his head away. “Ah, sorry… Does it hurt?”

“...Yeah. It hurts a lot, actually. I really overdid it, I swear I don’t eat this much, usually. I was just really, really hungry.”

B.anri scooted backwards on the bed, with his back pressed against the wall, and patted his lap. “Come sit… I-if you want, that is…” He said shyly.

K.ouko hesitantly eased herself onto his lap, holding her bloated stomach protectively. He reached under her shirt and she gasped slightly as she felt his icy fingers touch her bare stomach. “Ah, sorry, it was really cold outside. Do you want me to stop?”

“N-no, that’s okay… you can keep going.”

B.anri hummed, and began kneading her flesh slightly. “Let me know if I’m making it worse, okay?”

She nodded, and let more of her weight fall into him. Being held in his arms was very comforting, and the soft, kneading motions were loosening up the tightness in her stomach.

He pressed underneath her stomach with his knuckles, and she gasped sharply as a cramp shot through her abdomen.

B.anri started to apologize, but his words were drowned out by the long, growling belch that left K.ouko’s mouth. She instantly felt everything in her stomach shift into a more comfortable position. It would have been very satisfying, were she not currently cuddling with her boyfriend.

“E-excuse me!”

“It’s ok! That’s what I wanted you to do, K.ouko! I bet you feel better now, don’t you?”

“A little bit, but you can’t just decide to do that on your own! I’m your girlfriend, I don’t want you to think I’m gross! And please don’t be so rough! Or put your hands so low…”

“Ah, sorry, K.ouko, I didn’t mean it like that, and I would never think that you’re gross... I just thought that it would help to release some pressure.”

“Well, I guess it did.” K.ouko sighed in slight frustration. Scolding him had been a natural response, but one that she regretted. It really had helped, very much so, but she could still feel more air swirling around in her stomach uncomfortably. She tensed up her chest, hoping to let it all go at once and be done with this embarrassing situation. It only shifted the dense mass of food in a dangerous way, and she sighed in defeat. “Maybe we could… do that again?”

B.anri grunted affirmatively, and resumed rubbing with gusto. He seemed enthusiastic to be taking care of her, and K.ouko had to admit that she was smitten with this side of him. He was rough, but not too rough, and seemed to be hitting all of the right spots. He dislodged another pocket of air, and she let out a low, airy belch. “Mm. That feels a bit better…”

She shifted, trying to get more comfortable. As she moved, a deep, rumbling belch sounded, one that was actually not her own.

“B.anri! That was right in my ear!”

He chuckled, and she could feel it reverberating in his chest. “Sorry, K.ouko. It got pushed out when you shifted. I ate a lot of food, too.”

Before she could respond, he pressed her stomach harshly, and a sharp belch ripped from her throat. “*uURP!* Hey...”

“You’re not allowed to be mad!” He teased, “We’re both pigs today, okay?”

A soft, airy belch popped out of her effortlessly, and she sighed, giggling slightly. “Okay, B.anri.”

Encouraged by her acceptance, he started to press even harder, until she jolted with a sharp hiccup. “Ah, sorry, K.ouko!”

K.ouko sat up slightly as a wave of hiccups took her. She started burping after each one, getting larger each time as the hiccups got more violent, bringing more air up with them.

“I’m really sorry, K.ouko! You’re not going to be sick, are you?”

K.ouko simply shook her head. The burping felt good, but the hiccups were getting increasingly painful, so she tried holding her breath. Despite her efforts, she couldn’t hold back a particularly violent hiccup. She felt a large shift in her stomach, as if a switch had been flipped, and let out a massive, deep belch. She blinked in surprise. She had never belched like that in her entire life. She could barely believe that it had come from her own mouth, but the way that her stomach suddenly felt half as full reminded her that it, in fact, had.

“Excuse me…” She said, holding a fist to her lips. She was a bit dazed with relief, but the mortification was quickly taking hold of her.

B.anri burst out into laughter behind her, “Looks like you startled your own hiccups away!”

“Hey!” She stood up, pointing at him accusingly, “Don’t laugh at me! This is your fault, you kn- hic!” Her hiccups suddenly returned full force, and she groaned in frustration. “Ugh- *hic*, B.anriii…”

“I know, I know… I’m sorry, K.ouko.” He yawned, going horizontal on the bed. “Why don’t you come lay down with me? It might help if I rub your back.”

“... I think you’re just trying to come up with excuses to put your hands on me.”

“W-what?” It was now B.anri’s turn to be embarrassed. “You know I’m not that kind of guy, K.ouko! I just want you to feel better.”

“I know,” She laughed, settling down next to him, “I’m just teasing you.”

#burping #burp kink #stuffing #stuffing kink #belly kink #belly rubs #my writing #ask #request #g.olden t.ime

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e-milieeee · 4 years

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the stars know (you and i are meant to be)—ladynoir

Summary: Between akumas and school, Ladybug and Chat Noir find some time in between to sit back, have a picnic, and stargaze. And perhaps learn a little more about each other.

Notes: happy birthday @edendaphne! your art was some of the first i saw when i joined the fandom and i love it sm (this oneshot is based off of this). i hope you have a great day <3

written for day 2: stargazing and day 17: future for @ladynoirjuly2020.

Her mother tells her that preparing a meal for someone is an intimate gesture.

Marinette begs to differ. It’s just a meal, after all. There are three meals a day, and she finds it pointless to assign some sort of underlying worth to all of them.

But now, painstakingly arranging the bento boxes she’d made for Chat Noir, she begrudgingly understands what her mother means. She wraps them in picnic cloth, shouldering her bag full of supplies, and then drops out from her balcony to meet Chat.

They find each other halfway; Ladybug spots a familiar streak of black darting between rooftops. She knows he sees her: he always does.

Sure enough, Chat Noir turns up behind her in the span of five seconds and shoots her his usual blinding grin. “Good evening, m’lady!”

His smile is contagious, and Ladybug doesn’t even try to contain her own. “Hungry?” she asks him as they start to move again, racing over buildings at a breakneck speed. “You better not have eaten dinner before this, because I cooked a lot.”

Chat feigns offence. “I can’t believe you would even suggest I’d do such a thing. I’d eat the food you cooked me even if it’s burnt and cold, you know that.” He pauses, a contemplative look crossing his face. “Though I am expecting some world class cooking.”

Ladybug thinks back to the five hours she spent cooking their dinner, and the careful arranging she’d done of the bento boxes and the wide array of food she’d made sure to cook. It’s a fusion of both Japanese and Chinese cuisine—Chat’s favourites. Preparing a meal for someone is an intimate gesture.

Perhaps her mother is right, but it’s still just an intimate gesture between friends. Yeah, that’s what it is.

“World class cooking pales in comparison to mine,” Ladybug jokes, although she also feels obligated to add on, “don’t raise your expectations too high.”

“With you, my expectations are always high.”

She shoves him just for that comment, inciting nothing but a slight falter in his movements and a large grin. With a shake of her head, Ladybug moves on, if only to hide her own smile.

***

They set up their picnic on top of a hill.

It’s secluded, and that’s the best part of the location. Ladybug unpacks her bag to start tugging out the blankets she packed: some to sit on, others to huddle under when the night starts getting chilly. Then, even more carefully, she begins to lay their dinner bit by bit in front of them, until she finally spreads the feast out in front of Chat.

His mouth drops open, and he does not even attempt to close it. Saucer-plate eyes blink at her.

“For me?” Chat finally manages after at least thirty seconds of gaping. “I mean… you made all of this for me?”

Ladybug has to admit she’s pleased by his reaction, and even more so pleased by the fact that their slightly rough journey hadn’t ruined the aesthetic appeal of most of her dishes.

“Well, for me as well,” she teases, reaching over to tap on his bell.

He’s undeterred. “This is unbelievable,” he whispers, more to himself than her. “M’lady, I can’t believe you made this to eat with me.”

Something about his tone tugs at her heart. In an attempt to snap him out of it, Ladybug points out, “It’s kitty themed.”

“I know.” His voice wobbles slightly. “Are those cat cookies supposed to be me?”

“Yeah. They turned out kind of ugly, though.”

“No, they’re beautiful. I wish I could look like that.”

“Chat, you don’t have a nose in those cookies. You really don’t.”

He sniffles once more, and Ladybug realizes belated that he has teared up. “Chat,” she tries, this time in a gentler tone. “Are you… crying?”

He rubs his eyes rather violently. “No.”

“Kitty…”

“Fine, yes. I’m just very happy. These are happy tears. It’s okay.” With one last painful looking scrub over his face, Chat Noir lowers his hands. “You can introduce the dishes and we’ll eat.”

Knowing better to push, she obliges the request, even if Ladybug has her doubts on happy tears. There’s a certain melancholy in his words, the sort that carries an old sort of pain. So instead, sitting side by side, their knees touching and sitting just close enough that she feels the warmth radiating off him, Ladybug starts to name the dishes.

“These are the appetizers,” she tells Chat, who listens attentively. “Those are pork potstickers—they might not be as hot as they were before, though. That one’s called… um, lang… liang ni?” The words don’t sound like how her mother says them, but her Chinese is lacking in more ways than one and Ladybug can’t remember the name of the dish for the life of her. “Honestly, I have no clue what it’s called. I think it roughly translates into cold noodles.”

Chat leans over to scrutinize the dish. “It looks familiar.”

“The noodles are store-bought, but I made the sauce. There’s carrots, beansprouts, and cucumbers. And those tofu things. It’s also spicy, but I put the sauce in a container so if you can’t handle spice, you don’t need to add it.”

Never one to admit defeat, he folds his arms. “I can handle spicy food easily.”

“Okay, tough guy, I’ll take you up on that later. Anyway, I made us both bento boxes for the main meal, and…” She opens the box, and Chat’s eyes practically bulge out of his head.

“Cats?” he demands. “Rice cats? Oh my god, Ladybug, you’re unbelievable.”

Cats, indeed. She’d spent an hour shaping them: sticky rice balls shaped into little kitten heads, with ears sticking out at the side. There’s one made from white rice and another from purple rice, and the faces are styled from carefully cut pieces of dried seaweed, then sprinkled with sesame seeds. Ladybug’s certain that beneath the suit, her hands still smell like the seasoning she’d rolled the rice with because of the sheer amount of time she had spent on them.

“I made both Taiwanese fried chicken and teriyaki salmon for meat, then fried some vegetables. For health reasons. And kimchi, because we had some in our fridge and I thought, why not?” With that, she sets his bento box into his lap and gestures at the cookies. “Dessert. And something else afterwards, if you’re still hungry.”

“Something afterwards…?”

“You’ll see later,” she mumbles. “Anyway, dig in before it gets cold.”

Ladybug’s never been that great at accepting compliments, and Chat doesn’t lay off on them today either. He picks up the chopsticks with care and carefully picks up a piece of Taiwanese fried chicken. He pops it into his mouth, chews thoughtfully, then swallows.

Ladybug is never not in awe of how Chat’s eyes can literally light up.

“You weren’t lying,” he gushes. “This is world class cooking.”

“You’re laying it on a little too thick there,” she laughs.

“I speak only the truth, m’lady. This is amazing. Just like you.”

“Chat…”

“Okay, okay!” He’s still smiling as he moves to the rice ball. “I almost don’t want to eat them. They’re too perfect.”

Ladybug reaches over with her own chopsticks, stabbing one of his rice balls to split it in half, also tearing off one of the seaweed-eyes in the process. “There you go,” she declares sagely. “Ready to eat.”

Chat’s mouth drops open. “You didn’t.”

“I did.”

“I-I didn’t even get a picture!”

Ladybug pats his back. “Life is full of disappointments, isn’t it, chaton?”

He stabs her rice ball just for the hell of it before returning to his meal.

***

By the time she and Chat have practically cleaned out all the food (how he’d eaten nine cookies after the meal is beyond Ladybug), she’s so full that any slight movement hurts.

“Oh my god,” Chat is saying, tilting his head back. “I don’t think I’ve eaten so much for years.”

“I feel like I’m going to die,” Ladybug agrees. She’s lying back on the picnic blanket, staring at the sky. The sun had set twenty minutes ago, but traces of its light still peek out at the edge of the horizon, dyeing the sky a lovely indigo colour. Only the brightest stars are visible right now, but the others start to blink into existence one by one as day rests and night awakens.

“I feel like I’m going to die too.” He props his chin on his hand. “But it’s the good sort of dying. How privileged I am to be able to die next to you.”

Laughing hurts, but she can’t help but do so anyway. “Drama queen.”

He bats his eyelashes at her. “Only for you, Bugaboo.”

Ladybug wrinkles her nose at him in mock disgust, but a laugh is threatening to spill yet again and she’s not in the mood for another stomachache. Instead, she turns her attention back to the stars. The breeze that breathes over them is soothing.

They don’t do much for the next couple of minutes, simply gazing at the stars, wrapped up in a thick blanket of companionable silence. It’s easy like this, next to Chat Noir: Ladybug doesn’t have to read into these gaps of quiet, instead settling into them—because with him, they’re simply natural.

When the dark settles in completely and the sky alights into a patchwork of stars, Chat speaks up.

“Ladybug,” he says quietly.

She doesn’t turn away from the sky. “Mm.”

“Isn’t it funny that we’re here because of Hawkmoth?”

She pauses her stargazing to look at her partner instead. “What do you mean?”

Chat gives a little shrug, slightly sheepish. “If this… if none of this happened, or if Master Fu ended up choosing somebody else, or a million other possibilities, would we have met? Maybe we’ve passed each other on the street a thousand times and never knew who the other was. That thought has always bothered me, but I’m just… I’m just so thankful right now I can sit with you like this, even with the masks between us. I’m thankful that every time I transform, I know that I’ll see you again. I hate Hawkmoth as much as any other Parisian, but perhaps I have him to thank, for letting me meet you like this. And I hope that no matter what my future will bring, you’ll still be there in it.”

Ladybug can handle the flirtatious remarks, the casual confessions he peppers her with. But this—this is much more intimate, something she can’t help but cradle close to her heart. “Chat—”

“I know you don’t feel the same,” he replies. “And that’s okay. But for so long, no one’s really cared about me like you have, m’lady, and you mean everything to me and I hope you know that.”

Words evade her for a couple of moments. Then Ladybug extends her hand to him, and Chat’s fingers slip around hers, interlocking. It feels right—it always feels right with him.

“Me too, chaton,” she whispers into the sky. “I’m so glad I met you, and I hope that you’ll be there too, in my future.”

She can see his smile in her periphery.

***

Her mother tells her that preparing a meal for someone is an intimate gesture.

Ladybug is inclined to agree, but she thinks that sharing that meal together (and what happens afterwards) is what really makes it so.

Notes: Fics masterlist here!

#miraculous ladybug #ladybug #chat noir #marinette #adrien agreste #fluff #ladynoir #mlb fic #my writing #happy birthday eden! i could go on forever abt how i love ur art but uh just know that u r honestly amazing <3

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winchester19-67 · 3 years

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Thankful for You

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: Fluff

Word Count: 2,285

A/N: Happy Thanksgiving! Feedback is appreciated!

“Dean Winchester!”

Dean jumps, causing the oven door to slam shut as he lets go of it. He turns on his heels, his expression like that of a little kid who has got caught with their hand in the cookie jar.

“Hiya, sweetheart,” Dean clears his throat a bit as he gives you a nervous look. “I thought that you were out at the store.”

“Yeah, but I didn’t move there, you know,” you tell Dean as you walk over to set all the bags down onto the island. “Please tell me that you weren’t just sneaking a piece of the turkey.”

“What?” Dean asks you with wide eyes but you can see right through his ploy. “Um… No, sweetheart. Of course no. I was just seeing if it was done so that it wouldn’t burn on ya.”

“Uh-huh. Like I believe one little bit of that,” you tell Dean as you walk over to open up the fridge. “Will you please help me put these groceries up?”

“Fine,” Dean mumbles as he walks over and begins to pull things out of the bags. Dean glances over at you and his heart drops a bit when he sees the expression on your face. “Hey, are you mad at me, sweetheart?”

“No,” you sigh. “I’m not mad but I… I want tomorrow to go well for you and Sam.”

“Sweetheart, a little piece of turkey eaten early is not going to ruin tomorrow,” Dean tells you softly as he walks over to wrap both of his arms tightly around your waist.

“Yeah,” you sigh as you look over at the kitchen table. “Dean, did you eat a piece of the pie too?”

“It was fresh,” Dean pouts as you elbow him and you turn around so that you can see his face. “It was a little, tiny piece of pie.”

“I’m trying to get everything cooked today so that all I have to do tomorrow is stick it in the oven to warm it up,” you tell him. “I’m never going to get everything done if you keep eating it all!”

“Alright, calm down,” Dean tells you in a soothing tone when he finally gets that you are not in a teasing mood. “Hey, why are you getting so upset about this?”

You take a deep breath as tears well up in your eyes. “You have helped me so much get over everything that’s happened to me,” you tell Dean softly. “You know that I have had some bad experiences with guys and I had trust issues. I had problems accepting the fact that I deserved something better. And then you found me and were the absolute most amazing man that I have ever met. Dean, you showed me what it was like to have a life, and I promised you that I would show you what it’s like to have a normal life.”

“And you’ve been doing that,” Dean tells you softly as he reaches out to gently wipe a tear off of your cheek with his thumb.

“I’ve been trying but it seems like something always pops up and ruins it all, Dean,” you choke out. “Our first Thanksgiving together you and Sam had to go on a hunt. That Christmas we were snowed in at a motel room after a hunt. New Years you had the flu and didn’t feel like celebrating. On your birthday it was another hunt and all you got was a lousy phone call from me.”

“(Y/N)…”

“I have tried to make all of the special days good for you but…”

“(Y/N), everyday that I get to be with you is a special day,” he tells you softly.

“You know what I mean,” you tell him. “Dean, if it isn’t a hunt then it’s something else, and this is the first time that I have talked you boys into taking the week off. I want it to perfect for you and Sam.”

“A little bit of food sampling isn’t going to make it any less amazing, honey,” Dean tells you.

It feels like there’s a big lump in your throat as you speak, and there are more tears trying to spill over your lashes. “My childhood memories of Thanksgiving included getting to see Dad sit at the head of the table and carve the turkey every year,” you tell Dean. “I just… I don’t know. It’s stupid.”

“It is not stupid,” Dean whispers. “You know that you can and you should tell me anything that you want to, sweetheart.”

You take a deep breath and look Dean in the eyes. “Thanksgiving wasn’t the same after Dad started getting sick, and I was hoping that maybe I could get that feeling this year and let you experience it too. I… I told you, Dean. It’s dumb.”

“It isn’t dumb,” Dean tells you as he wraps both of his arms tightly around you. “I get it, honey. But I still don’t understand how me taste testing is going to ruin anything.”

“I don’t know,” you sigh as you rest your head over against his chest. “In my mind I just want everything to be perfect and seeing a chunk taken out of the turkey and a piece of pie missing gets on my nerves a bit.”

“Well, get used to it because this is what Thanksgiving with me is going to look like,” Dean chuckles as he tightens his arms around you a bit.

“Yeah,” you sigh.

“Hey, is everything okay?” Dean asks you softly as he pulls away enough so that he’s able to see your face. “You feeling okay, sweetheart?”

“Yeah,” you nod and you try to give Dean a soft smile. “I’m alright, baby.”

“You always get like this around the Holidays and I don’t like it,” Dean tells you.

“I know. I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”

“There’s nothing wrong with you,” Dean chuckles. “It’s okay to get a little sad when everything’s so different then what you’re used to.”

You take a deep breath. “Don’t you ever get upset because you and Sam missed out on so much?”

“Not exactly,” Dean shrugs. “Because no matter what I’ve always had Sam and I’m okay with that. Now I’ve got you too and that makes it even better.”

“Yeah?” you ask him.

“So much better,” Dean smirks as he leans in to press his lips firmly to yours.

“I guess that sometimes it is just that simple,” you tell Dean softly. “Holidays don’t have to feel like a special day or different from all of the others for them to be special.”

“No, they do not,” Dean tells you. “And yet you deserve everyday to feel special so I am going to try to make tomorrow go as smoothly and as perfectly as I can.”

“Thank you, baby,” you smile.

“Now, what do you say you and me go take a break with a movie?” Dean asks you.

“In other words you just want to cuddle,” you laugh. Dean rolls his eyes before he moves his fingers along your sides, causing you to giggle as you try and break away from his grasp. “Hey, you’re a great cuddler,” you giggle.

“Don’t you know it,” Dean chuckles as he presses a kiss to your cheek. “You okay now, sweetheart?”

“Yeah,” you breathe out. “I’m alright, Dean.”

“Good,” Dean smiles as he begins to pull you away from the kitchen. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You frown when you hear arguing from the kitchen. Seriously? You think. Dean promised me that today would go smoothly and those two can’t stop bickering?

You walk into the kitchen and stop in your tracks to take it all in.

“Mornin’, sweetheart,” Dean smiles when he sees you standing there in the doorway.

“Good morning,” you smile as you walk further in to the room. “You boys have been busy this morning.”

“Well, one of us has been at least,” Sam says as he narrows his eyes at Dean.

“Hey, I’m the supervisor,” Dean smiles as he walks over to you to wrap an arm around your waist. “Like it, sweetheart?” Dean asks you softly as he presses a kiss to your temple.

“I love it,” you smile widely as you lean your head over onto Dean’s shoulder. “It looks nice in here. Thank you, Dean.”

“Hey, I’m the one you should be thanking,” Sam tells you.

“Ah, don’t let Sammy fool ya, sweetheart. This was my idea,” Dean smirks at you.

“Uh-huh, I’m sure,” you say and you playfully roll your eyes a bit at Dean. “Thank you both.”

“Hey, don’t give him credit,” Dean tells you. “I mean it. All Sam was supposed to do was keep you from walking in here before I finished, and he obviously failed at that.”

“Yeah, because if I hadn’t stepped in and helped you then we wouldn’t get to eat until tomorrow,” Sam says as he walks over and pulls you away from Dean.

“Hey, she’s my girl! Get your own!”

“Oh, you’ll live for a minute,” Sam rolls his eyes.

“Thank you both so much,” you tell them softly.

“Hey, I told you that I was going to try to make today perfect all for you,” Dean tells you as he pulls you away from Sam.

You frown. “I feel bad now for getting so tore up yesterday.”

“Oh, sweetheart, don’t feel bad,” Dean tells you softly. “I guess that I should’ve been more patient and stayed out of the food.”

“Says the man who stole another piece of pie.”

“Be quiet, Sammy,” Dean scowls.

“Okay, both of you. Stop arguing please,” you giggle.

“You know, we’d argue a lot less if both of our mouths were full of turkey,” Dean tells you.

“Well then let’s eat.”

Dinner goes just like you wanted it to. Dean carves the turkey, everything tastes great, and five minutes into it you have to break up a food fight.

“Sweetheart, why don’t you go lay down for a while?” Dean asks you as he gets up from the table and grabs your plate. “We’ve got clean up duty.”

“No. You two put all of this together this morning,” you tell Dean.

“Yeah, but you’re the one who cooked yesterday, so we’ve got this,” Dean tells you.

“Thank you, baby,” you tell him as you reach up on your tiptoes to press a kiss to his cheek. “And you too, Sam.”

“No problem,” Sam smiles.

You take a deep breath before walking out of the room and down the hallway to your and Dean’s room. You crawl underneath the blankets and you let your eyes slide shut. After a little while, Dean walks into the room and curls up underneath the blankest beside of you.

“Thank you, Dean,” you whisper as you rest your head over onto his chest. Dean wraps an arm around your waist and presses a kiss to your temple.

“Anything for my sweetheart,” Dean tells you softly.

“You want to take a little ride?” you ask him.

“Mmm. Maybe later. I don’t think that I can move right now,” Dean says, causing you to giggle a bit at him.

“I love you.”

“I love you too, baby.”

You take a deep breath. “Hey, Dean?”

“Hm?”

“Thank you so much for making today special for me, and also for showing me that it can feel like any other day and can still be special. I guess I just have these expectations for days like today and when I don’t think that they’re going to turn out right…”

“I get it, sweetheart.”

“I’m sorry that I overreacted on you yesterday.”

“It honestly isn’t a big deal so please don’t feel guilty about it,” Dean says softly.

“Okay,” you breathe out as you try and relax a bit in Dean’s hold.

“Hey, guess what we forgot to do while ago.”

“What’s that?” you ask him.

“Say what we’re thankful for,” Dean whispers into your hair as he nuzzles his nose into your skin.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” Dean smiles. “I mean, my answer would be kind of obvious anyways.”

“Oh, what’s that. Pie?”

“Haha. Funny,” Dean says sarcastically. “But yes pie would definitely be on the excessively long list. You know what would be number one on that list though?”

“What’s that?” you ask him.

“You,” Dean tells you as he pulls away a bit so that he can look you in the eyes. “I’m thankful for you and you have no idea how much better my life is with you in it.”

“Dean,” you breathe out as tears well up in your eyes. “I’m thankful for you too. Baby, you do so much for me and I could never thank you enough.”

“You don’t have to,” Dean tells you softly. “That’s what I’m here for.” Dean pulls you in tightly to him before hiding his face in your neck. “After we take a nap then I’m going to finish off that pumpkin pie.”

“If Sam doesn’t get there first while we’re napping.”

Dean’s eyes widen and he lets go of you before jumping up out of bed. When Dean runs into the room he has the pie pan and two forks in his hands.

“Dean, you’re ridiculous,” you laugh as Dean sits down beside of you on the bed and hands you a fork.

“Sammy ain’t getting my pie,” Dean tells you as he takes a big bite.

“Dork,” you laugh.

“Yeah, but I’m your dork,” Dean smiles widely as he leans in to give you a sweet kiss. “I love you, sweetheart.”

“I love you too, Dean,” you smile widely. “Happy thanksgiving.” Dean gives you a soft smile as he leans over to press his forehead against yours.

“Happy Thanksgiving, baby.”

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kiras-sunshine · 3 years

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tarlos valentine 2021 day 1 prompt: “babe please sharing is caring” + blanket hogging

words: 5111

summary:

“Are you seriously reading a WikiHow article about how to stop hogging the covers?”

"Yes"

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”This is the best thing I’ve ever eaten,” TK declares as he takes yet another forkful of the chocolate cake that Carlos has baked for his birthday.

He cannot remember when someone would have baked an actual cake for his birthday. They celebrate everyone’s birthday at the firehouse, but usually those are bought from the supermarket and they taste and look exactly like they cost less than five dollars.

His dad has threatened to bake something every year, but after the year when he served the dairy, butter and sugar free cake, TK had banned him from birthday related baking.

“Seriously,” he continues, gesturing towards the almost empty plate with his fork, “this cake made me fall more in love with you and I didn’t know that was possible.”

Carlos shakes his head, clearly in amusement, as he bites down his smile. He looks delighted and pleased. “I’m glad you like it.”

“Like is an understatement,” he remarks and reaches over the narrow kitchen island to press a quick kiss on his lips.

The cake tastes amazing, rich and sweet, and the texture is fluffy, but firm. It looked gorgeous too, as if it were straight rout of the high-end confectioneries of Manhattan. He had asked where he had bought it before Carlos admitted, rather timidly, that he had baked it from the scratch.

TK hadn’t been expecting anything other than the supermarket cake, and honestly, he thought his birthday would be just grouped together with the firehouse annual Christmas party. Being born in December usually meant that it got joined with Christmas celebrations and it didn’t get to be a separate thing. TK is fine with it. It bothered him more when he was a child, but now he doesn’t mind that much.

Hoping that one day would be about him feels like a dumb, childish and selfish wish.

Carlos had been uncharacteristically quiet about the upcoming birthday or any plans related to it, and TK had been almost convinced that he had forgotten the whole thing. It would have been fine if it were the case, but obviously, he hadn’t forgotten. Instead, he had gone all out.

TK knows he should have suspected something when Marjan had asked all slyly if he had any plans for his birthday when they all had been gathered around the firehouse dining table to eat the pathetic looking supermarket cake.

He had said no, and everyone had smiled like they knew something he didn’t, but he had brushed it off.

TK reaches scoop a forkful of the cake from Carlos’ plate, because his is almost empty, and he grins at him brightly. “Babe please, sharing is caring,” he chuckles.

Carlos rolls his eyes, but the fondness is too visible to make him seem even a tiny bit annoyed.

“You’re lucky I love you,” he mumbles. There is no heat behind his words, and he pushes the plate closer to TK.

It’s obviously meant to be a joke and his voice is light, but still TK is aware that it is the closest thing to the truth anyway. He feels lucky, incredibly so.

Carlos is a kind, caring and loving person in general and it is evident in the way he does his job and the way he treats people around him, and TK is fully aware that he would be lucky to get just a fraction of the love Carlos has to give, but the fact that he has decided that TK is worth of all of it makes it a whole another thing.

Lucky doesn’t even begin to cover it.

Privilege, maybe.

He has started to notice lately that the English language doesn’t have nearly enough words to describe what he is feeling for him. But that doesn’t stop him from trying.

“I know,” TK eventually replies, several beats too late it to be counted as banter anymore and the fondness in Carlos’ eyes just grows.

He does steal another forkful of his piece of cake and lets his gaze wonder around the small cabin.

Instead of forgetting his birthday, Carlos had rented a cabin for three days. It is a couple hours away from Austin, located near camping-area, and while the cabin is small, it is still objectively really nice and fancy for a log cabin.

He looks at the dark brown wooden walls and the shiny marble kitchen island. He tries his best not to think how much money he has spent on his surprise.

Carlos had also coordinated it so that they both have the three days off around his birthday, and he had listed his whole crew’s, and his dad’s help, to do it, several months in advance. TK guesses there are certain perks that his boyfriend gets along with his family like a house on fire.

Carlos yawns. He blinks a couple of times, before focusing his gaze back to him. He smiles and it is warm and genuine one, but TK can see the redness of his eyes and the dark circles below them. He looks exhausted, even though he is trying to hide it.

“You should go to sleep,” TK points out, softly, as he places the fork on his own plate.

“I’m fine,” he insists.

In his opinion, it is a small wonder Carlos hasn’t collapsed already. He had pulled an fourteen-hour shift with some over time on top of it. After that he had still driven them up to the cottage and cooked him a huge dinner. It’s a bit unclear to him where he found the time to bake the cake, but the point is, he knows that he is tired.

He would know it without having all the details. They have been together for year and a half, and TK likes to think that he can read him. Understand all the little cues from his facial expressions and behavior. At the moment, everything he picks on screams that he is fatigued.

“You look like you could pass out from exhaustion,” he remarks.

“It’s your birthday,” Carlos argues, a little flatly, but he is poorly attempting to repress yet another yawn.

“I’m aware,” he says, amusedly, as walks around the kitchen island and reaches to take his hand into his own. He presses a soft kiss on his knuckles. “All of this is really nice, and I love it, but it also pains me to see you so tired.”

He blinks slowly, but his smile is lopsided, but still full of adoration. “I wanted to do something special for you.”

TK remembers faintly that he had told him on his last birthday that his birthday rarely was a priority, always getting entangled to the preparations of the holiday season, and he had certainly not meant anything with it. But Carlos, being a strong contender for the title of most considerate person in the world, had hung on his words and decided to indulge him on his silly wish of having a proper birthday.

TK had snorted when they had picked up the keys of the cabin and the receptionist had frowned when she clarified that there would be no Christmas decorations, per request, but Carlos had just grinned at him.

“And it is,” he reassures, squeezing his hand slightly.

It makes his stomach flip as he thinks how much effort he has put into the whole thing, just so that he would feel loved and cared for.

“Maybe,” Carlos admits softly, “but going to sleep before eight wasn’t really part of the plan.”

Carlos lets go of his hand, but places both of his hands on his waist and pulls him closer. TK has no objections against that, and he loves the feeling of their bodies being pressed together. He loves the closeness of it, and it feels like the most natural thing in the world to be so up in each other’s personal space.

“Yeah, just one of the many perks of dating a first responder,” he deadpans, resting his other hand on his bicep.

Carlos huffs amusedly. “Because there are so many of them.”

“Our never matching schedules,” he offers. He lets his other hand run along his spine and settles it to hold the small of his back.

“Monthly hospital visits.”

TK glares at him. “They aren’t monthly.”

“Bi-monthly,” Carlos corrects himself with a shit-eating grin and it makes his nose scrunch, and it is one of the most adorable things TK has ever witnessed.

“Constant fear and worry,” he adds.

He knows he should be almost used to it. Since early childhood, he has had to learn to live with the fact that one day his dad might not make it to home, and now almost everyone he loves and considers family risks their lives on daily basis to help others.

He should be used to it, but the truth is that he isn’t. The fear and worry still sometimes knock him off his feet and take over every part of his body, but he can cope with it. Most of the time. Although, he loathes the fact that his standards for a good day have been lowered to the simple rule of if they both make it home in one piece, it’s a good day.

Carlos nods and presses a soft kiss on his forehead. He doesn’t immediately pull away. “The way you smell like smoke,” he murmurs against his skin.

TK lets out a surprised laugh and the ghost of his kiss still lingers right above his eyebrows when he pulls away. “I could always shower again.”

He has gotten into the habit of showering at the firehouse when the shift ends, because Carlos does have a point about the smell hazards. Most of the time he reeks after the shift and he had rinsed his skin today too, and the shift hadn’t been terrible. Only one fire at the 24-hour diner when their deep fryer had caught on fire, but that was hours ago.

“You’ve smelled like it since the day we met,” he points out, “I’m not sure a shower is going to help.”

“Hey,” TK protests, but he doesn’t bother to hide his grin.

“I wouldn’t change any of it for anything,” he says under his breath, “apart from fearing for your life.”

Over the couple of years, he has known Carlos, he has noticed that certain things happen when he gets thoroughly exhausted. His accent becomes thicker and he becomes sappier than usually and he starts to lack a certain filter. It’s mostly just amusing and endearing, and he loves that side of Carlos just as much as any other, but he also wants to take care of him.

It makes a certain kind of knot of uneasiness to form in his stomach knowing that he is burning the candle from both ends for him.

“I know, me neither,” TK reassures, softly, but pushes him a little backwards, “but seriously, you should go to bed. And you don’t even have to go alone.”

He is also a little weary after the shift. His muscles are achy, and he wouldn’t mind sleeping around the clock. And as always, seeing Carlos yawn, makes him sleepy, too.

“Your pickup lines are terrible,” he retorts, but takes a couple steps backwards towards the bedroom.

TK snorts. “They worked well enough on you.”

He still keeps walking backwards, his left shoulder only slightly bumping against the doorframe as he enters the bedroom. “They didn’t. I didn’t need pick-up lines, it was that damn smile.”

He ought to add getting complimented by him to the list of things he should be already gotten used to, because Carlos does it a lot. It’s a casual comment here and there, and it definitely isn’t always about his looks, but still no matter how many times he hears them, they always make his stomach twist in a best way possible.

Even now, the bubbling feeling of happiness settles into his chest and his lips are curling into a smile, and he knows it’s giving away everything he is currently feeling. The happiness and adoration mixing into together and spilling out as a soft and bright smile.

“That’s the one,” Carlos whispers, contently and almost in awe, and few seconds later his fist is full of the soft fabric of TK’s grey sweatshirt and he is pulling him close again.

“Yeah,” TK finds himself saying, but he cannot tear his gaze away from his lips and judging by the glint in his brown eyes, he has noticed it too, despite the sleep deprivation.

Sometimes, most of the time really, it is like electricity humming underneath his skin when Carlos looks at him. It feels like it now, too, and while they established very early into their acquittance that they are into each other. It was painfully obvious from the way they glanced each other while dancing and from the way they ended up hooking up within an hour.

Still, TK cannot help but marvel the that the feeling of sparks and electricity is still there, but it is still different. All the rush and fumbling are gone because there is more certainness now, of that the other is not going to disappear and that any of the lingering touches would be the last ones.

Now, every moment is like a small declaration of love.

He tugs the hem of Carlos’ shirt and gently yanks it upwards and helps him to undress it and Carlos helps him to get rid of his sweatshirt and tosses it somewhere on the floor. Suddenly, his lips are on his again, and the kiss is soft, but it still makes TK’s heart beat faster and toes curl up with want.

He runs his hands along his arms and squeezes his left forearm slightly. “Mmh, not when you’re that tired,” TK mumbles against his lips.

He knows where it is heading unless he breaks it off, and while he wants to, it still defeats the whole purpose of his grand plan of Carlos getting enough sleep.

Carlos immediately takes a step back, like he always does when he lets him know he is not up for something, and his smile is mischievous, but still a little flustered. “I’d not fall asleep on you,” he adds, as he takes off his sweatpants, but this time he folds them neatly and picks up their shirts from the floor.

“You have,” TK points out, kindly, as he gets rid of his own pants, “and you probably would now, too.”

Since their schedules don’t always match, they tend to take up any opportunity that arises, but a couple of times, after double digit shifts, Carlos has fallen asleep before they have even properly started, and it’s no big deal. TK knows he has fallen asleep on him too.

He mostly finds it endearing, but it also means to him that Carlos trusts him enough and is comfortable enough to fall asleep without a second thought to it.

Carlos just hums amusedly as a response and gets into the way too huge bed.

The bedroom is tiny, and the bed takes a ridiculously big part of it, but he is surprised to find it to be incredibly soft and comfortable. Still, as TK sits on the bed, he pushes his pillow closer to his because he is not sleeping twenty inches away from him.

He settles down, lying right next to him and Carlos immediately drapes one arm over him, resting it on his chest and nuzzling his shoulder. TK’s hand fumbles a little until it finds Carlos’s other hand and curls his fingers around his.

“I’m--,” Carlos starts, quietly, but TK cuts him immediately off.

“Don’t you dare apologize again,” he says, softly. “This is all I ever wanted and it’s perfect.”

He runs his fingers along his forearm. He hopes that he knows that he doesn’t mean the cabin or any of it, but just that he gets to spend his birthday with him.

Twenty-year-old TK would have laughed if someone would have told him that his best birthday would be in rural Texas, but there he is, more content than ever.

“How did you know what I was going to say?”

He glances at him. “I can hear you think.”

Carlos exhales softly and TK can feel his breath against his bicep. “I just wanted to do something nice for you. You deserve all of it and more.”

It has been a long process to learn that he deserves nice things and to be loved, because of everything and despite of everything. He has Carlos to remind him about it occasionally, but still he cannot help but wonder what he has done to end up with more love than he could have imagined a couple of years ago.

He turns his head to press a gentle kiss on his temple. “Why this place?”

TK has wondered about it since the moment they arrived. He has never heard about the place before and albeit, his knowledge of anything about Texas outside of Austin is a little wobbly, but the whole place seems to be quiet and has a little hole-in-the-wall feeling to it, like you would have to know about its existence to find it.

“It’s a dumb story,” he murmurs against his shoulders.

“I wanna hear all of your dumb stories.”

Carlos shifts a little. “We came here with my family when I was maybe thirteen,” he starts, slowly and absentmindedly tracing some sort of pattern against his ribs. “I loved this place, and we had great time, but it still filled me with dread ‘cause the place was full of happy couples and families, and I was pretty convinced at that age that I couldn’t ever have any of that on my own.”

His heart breaks a little as he listens to him. He meant his words that he wants to hear all of his stories, dumb or not, but now he regrets a little of ever asking because he knows that his coming out process hasn’t always been the smoothest and deep south hasn’t been the most forgiving place for him to live and grow up.

“But,” Carlos continues, “I had this dream that one day I’d bring here someone I’d love.”

TK breath almost hitches in his throat. It’s almost too much, but in the best way possible. To know that he has had that idea in his head for years and that he decided that he would be worthy of being a part of that. It makes his heart soar.

“I did try to warn you it was dumb,” he mumbles, taking his silence in the wrong way.

“It’s not dumb,” he rushes to say, “it’s actually really sweet.”

It’s not the most eloquent response, but it’s too difficult to pinpoint anything he is currently feeling or to put them into comprehensible words that would reflect any of the love he has for him.

“Yeah, well, you’re the only one I’ve brought here, so there is that too,” he adds, his gaze focused on his jawline, but he looks up to his eyes too, with the softest of smiles.

He is convinced his heart is going to burst. “Thank you for sharing it with me,” he whispers, right below his ear, “and for including me in it.”

They lay there for a moment, in silence, only listening the steady breathing of each other’s, but eventually TK sits up to reach the corner of the duvet and tries to settle it so that it covers both of their bodies.

“Are you going to hog all the blankets again?”

Carlos has closed his eyes already, but his voice is light and teasing.

“I don’t hog ‘em.”

He sputters out a laugh, and it’s warm, happy and genuine, and TK loves to hear that particular laugh.

“Oh, so I’ve been sleeping without one willingly for a year and half,” Carlos asks, quizzically, but it looks like another fit of laughter could erupt from him at any given moment.

“What?”

“You always steal the blankets, even if there are two,” Carlos explains, sounding almost fond as he looks at him.

“I don’t?”

TK hates how it sounds like a question to his own ears, too. He is aware that he moves a lot in his sleep, and his ex-boyfriends have given him so much shit about it, which is also why he tried to avoid staying the night when he started seeing Carlos.

Nothing is more charming than elbowing significant other in their sleep or kicking their shins. Still, Carlos has never said anything about the way he sleeps.

He knows that their bed is a goddamn mess every time they wake up, the blankets are usually disregarded somewhere, and they are not in the same positions as they fell asleep to, but he had no idea that he was the main cause of it.

“Mhm, you do,” Carlos hums, his eyes closing again.

TK shoots perplexed glance at him. “Why haven’t you woken me up?”

He is a little more than appalled that apparently he has been doing it since the beginning of their relationship, but he is only hearing about it now.

Carlos opens one of his eyes, squeezing the other one shut. “Yeah, wonder why I haven’t woken up my boyfriend, who on regular basis pulls twenty-four-hour shifts,” he mumbles, but there is nothing but kindness in his voice.

“You could have,” he argues, flatly.

“I’ve tried to steal them back sometimes,” Carlos admits, his gaze landing back to him, and his eyes are gleaming. “But there’s no point. You just steal ‘em back. I’ve extra blankets, too, but there is no limit to how many blankets you hog in a night.”

Not for the first time around Carlos, TK finds himself to be a little loss for words. This time it is because of completely different reasons, he is a little too stunned and confused to talk.

“The way you clutch to them and collect them is almost adorable,” he adds with a low chuckle.

“So, every time you have said you sleep better when I’m there with you has been a blatant lie?”

He almost wants to laugh. It’s a bit more than ridiculous that he is only learning about his own nocturnal habits now, and Carlos has told him multiple times that he sleeps more soundly and deeply, that he feels safe, when he is around, and he has always found that a little more than endearing, but now it feels impossible to wrap his head around that it would be anywhere near the truth.

“Nope.”

“You really expect me to believe that the best sleep of your life happens without blankets?”

Carlos blinks, but the look he gives him is soft and laced equally with love and fondness. Still, he gently pokes him in between his ribs. “Am I in the habit of lying to you?”

“No.”

“Then there’s your answer,” he replies, easily and effortlessly, as if he has accepted the fate of sleeping without any blankets, ever.

TK grunts and picks up his phone from the nightstand and starts typing.

“Are you seriously reading a WikiHow article about how to stop hogging the covers?” Carlos questions, as he peaks the article he started suddenly to browse through.

“Yes.”

He cannot put his finger to what actually bothers him about this small revelation so much. The unnamed feeling in his chest grows and it starts to resemble something similar to guilt, even though some logical part of his brain is telling him that there is no reason to feel that way.

He can admit that it makes him uneasy to know that Carlos has stayed silent about it for so long, especially when it must have affected the way he sleeps, too.

Carlos chuckles, softly. “It’s not that big of a deal, Ty,” he whispers, pressing a kiss on his shoulder.

“Apparently we could sleep separately,” he reads aloud as he scrolls through the surprisingly long article.

“Out of question,” Carlos replies, without missing a beat.

He huffs in some sort of agreement. It’s not the solution he would be eager to try any time soon, but he wants to find something tangible to make the uneasiness in his heart to go away.

“Somehow trap the covers underneath the mattress, smaller bed, bigger blankets--,” he continues to slowly read as he makes through the list, until Carlos gently yanks the phone away from his hand and places it face down on his chest.

“We don’t need to do any of that,” he reminds, “I sleep perfectly fine. You cling like an octopus and you’re like a walking radiator, I don’t need a blanket. And above all, I like sleeping with you.”

It’s a tiny confession, but he sounds sure of it and there is genuine fondness in the way he says it, and he cannot help but believe that he means it.

TK loves the way they sleep. There is so much closeness in it. Their bed is pretty wide, but every time he wakes up, they are close and touching each other, in one way or another. A hand resting on a thigh, fingers against hip, face pressed against shoulder blade, entangled legs and arms.

He is pretty convinced there are no moments when they are not touching when sleeping. He sort of likes that. That they drift towards other, even when they are completely unaware of it. They move in their sleep. Carlos always falls asleep on his side but ends up lying on his back. He moves around a lot more, but the fact that they always wake up pressed together, means that they move together.

When the other moves, the other follows. Invisible string connecting them in their dreams. Like magnets pulling each other in.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you earlier,” Carlos continues to fill in the silence, “I knew you’d get stuck in that beautiful mind of yours about it, but I didn’t know it’d bother you this much.”

There is a question hidden, and he knows he is giving him the space not to answer, but he wants to.

TK groans, quietly and softly. He places the phone back on the nightstand and rubs his own face. “It’s just that—you simply decided to put up with it,” he tries to clarify, still trying to make sense of the emotions that keep bumping against each other inside of him, “instead of telling me to do something about it.”

He knows that he cannot control what he does in his sleep, but he would still like to try and make it better.

“I get that, but sayin’ that I’m putting up with it makes it sound too negative,” he says, exhaustion leaking back into his voice just slightly, “and I’d have told you if truly bothered me, but it doesn’t.”

“Yeah.”

He strokes his side, in slow moments, with his thumb. It sends small shivers along his spine. TK glances back at him, but his eyes are closed again. “I love you and I’ll gladly sleep without a blanket for rest of my life, it’s a small price to pay.”

Silence follows, and TK can feel how he tenses up slightly next to him. It’s a small change, but he knows him well enough to spot the difference.

“That’s pretty much wedding vow material already,” TK jokes, planting another kiss on his forehead because he wants him to know it is okay, and that he is not freaking out about any mentions of their shared future, and that he can say stuff like that to him.

That he wants to hear it.

Some of the tension immediately leaves his body when he pulls away from the kiss.

“I know,” he slurs, sleepily. “I should write it down.”

“Height of romance.”

He laughs, even though he manages to make it sound tired too, but it is still a beautiful sound. “Damn right it is.”

“I’m gonna buy a bigger duvet when we get home,” TK declares.

“You don’t have to.”

“No, but I want to.”

It might not help anything, and Carlos does seem pretty content with their current arrangements, but he still needs to do something. To try, at least, even if it is something as small as blanket hogging.

Carlos opens his eyes again, clearly fighting off the sleep. “Promise something.”

He is a little surprised by his words, but he cranes his neck on the pillow so that he can get a better look at his face. “Anything.”

“Don’t start to overthink it, the way you sleep isn’t something you should actively think about. You’ll only lose sleep,” he tells him.

TK knows he has a point. It’s definitely an easy rabbit hole to fall in, and to become too self-conscious about every moment and not being able to relax and just be. Maybe he should take Carlos’ word for it.

“I’ll promise I’ll try my best to get over the fact that I’ve forced you to freeze your ass every night for over a year.”

Carlos’ eyes are shut, but the grin that forms on his lips is bright and brilliant. “We live in Texas, it’s hot and humid most of the time, my ass is fine.”

“It is.”

He laughs again, mostly against his fluffy pillow. “How did we end up having this conversation?”

“About us, the blankets, the future or the future of our blankets?” TK asks, deadpan, just to mess with his sleep deprived brain.

“Any of it?”

“I don’t know, you started it,” he tells him, amusement shining in his soft voice

“I’m too tired,” he half-slurs, but the smile still lingers on his lips.

“That’s what I’ve been trying to tell you,” TK points out, kindly, and moves his other hand to run through Carlos’ hair, massaging his scalp soothingly.

“You’re right,” he breathes out, and TK can hear the smirk in his voice, “just this once.”

He laughs quietly, trying not to stir him any more than necessary, and he thinks he might have already fallen asleep, and he almost startles when he hears his voice again.

“Ty?”

“Yeah?”

“I don’t need any blankets, just need you.”

He would have expected his voice to be light, teasing and joking, but it sounds surprisingly sincere and like it half-accidently escapes away from his exhausted mind, but it sounds still so goddamn sincere that it makes TK’s heart flutter.

“Smooth,” he remarks, quietly, unsure what to do with all the happiness that keeps bubbling inside of him, but the only reply he gets is the quiet and steady breathing.

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ezekielbhandarivalleros · 3 years

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Addicted to Weed - Chapter 2

Characters: Jake Tweneboah (MC), Sienna Trinh, Jackie Varma (Mentioned) Ethan Ramsey (Mentioned)

Summary: Sienna finds out about Jake’s weed problem

Rated - M

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Jake woke slowly from a dreamless sleep. He couldn't determine the exact moment he woke entirely, his brain was fuzzy, as it always was when he smoked weed the night before, and something he couldn't quite pinpoint was different than usual. He was in his own bed without Jackie by his side. A glance at the clock on his bedside table told him that it was 7:30am.

He could smell coffee and something cooking. That was what was different. Who was in his apartment? No one was ever in his apartment.

He closed his eyes and groaned softly as his thought process became a little clearer. Sienna had come over last night, and he knew about the weed use. Jake thought back to the conversation at the Dining Room table. He had taken quite a lot of weed that night and couldn't say for sure what had all happened. He had felt oddly numb, and then everything went black. He had probably fallen asleep, or passed out right at the table, and she had put him in his room and was fully clothed. Thank god Sienna hadn't felt the need to put him in pajamas.

A clatter in the kitchen broke through his thoughts, and he rolled over to sit on the side of the bed for a moment, then steeled himself and went out to the kitchen.

Sienna stood over the stove, cooking scrambled eggs as toast popped out of the toaster. Coffee was percolating on the countertop. Jake didn't remember having eggs or bread in the house, and guessed that Sienna or Jackie must have gone shopping, maybe at the little shop just on the corner. He stood awkwardly for a moment, shuffling his feet before he coughed quietly to let Sienna know he was there without having to say anything.

Jake self-consciously raised his hand and ran it through his hair, trying to tame it a bit. Sienna turned back to the counter and scrapped the eggs onto two plates and threw he toast on to join them. He handed Jake one of the plates and went to sit at the table. Jake continued to stand there, looking bewildered.

"Are you going to sit down and eat?" Sienna asked after a minute.

Jake set the plate down and retrieved a cup of coffee, stirring sugar in before going to sit across from Sienna. He held his coffee, unmoving, with an odd look of detachment on his face.

Sienna put her fork down, looking concerned. "You alright, Jake?"

Jake seemed to think over the question, eyes scanning the walls almost as if looking for an answer there. "I'm not used to waking up to find someone other then Jackie in my kitchen," he said after a few moments. “Jackie also told me to tell you that she’ll be out for the whole day and won’t be back until late at night” Sienna told Jake.

Jake took a few sips of coffee, waking up a bit after a few minutes and having drank half the cup. "Did you spend the night here?" "Yeah, Jackie was fine with it. You have a surprisingly comfortable couch," She took a bite of toast then asked him where Jake kept his stash of weed.

Jake didn't answer immediately. His brain was still processing the absurdity of the situation. Sienna acting like the whole thing was completely normal was not helping matters at all. "Medicine cabinet," he finally responded. "In the box for Nyquil."

She nodded, and ate the last bites of his breakfast, then disappeared into the bathroom. Jake cringed as he heard the cabinet being opened and the smell of the smoke presumably the weed being burned.

Sienna returned to the dining room and sat back down into his chair at the table. "Eat your breakfast. You didn't eat last night and you're too skinny as it is."

"You sound like my mother," Jake grumbled as he begrudgingly took a bite of toast. "You don't have to stay at my apartment."

"It's only for a few days. You'll survive."

Jake dropped his half-eaten piece of toast back on his plate and returned to his coffee. "I'll stop taking it, okay? I don't need a babysitter."

Sienna sighed. "Look, Jake, no offence, but you're an addict-"

"I'm not an addict," Jake broke in, looking indignant. "I'll admit, I use a drug sometimes, but I'm stopping. That's not the same thing."

"Listen to yourself, You're a profiler. You have a degree in psychology, among other things. You know as well as I do that that's something that addicts say.

"You don't trust me?" Jake's voice had taken on an edge that said he was about to get angry very soon.

"It's not about whether or not I trust you. For the record; I do. But right now you need help. I think you know that, or you wouldn't have made that comment the other day about how it's impossible to stop an addiction without help."

"I was talking about the arsonist case, not myself," Jake tried to justify, but he knew that Sienna was right. He had been asking for help. But now that Sienna was here and knew about everything, he desperately wished that he hadn't said anything. He was quiet for a long moment, waiting for Sienna to respond, but he didn't. "Was that how you knew?" he finally asked.

"Like I told you last night, I've known something was up with you for a while now, but I didn't know what it was. But when you made that comment, yeah, I guess that was when I figured it out. I'm guessing everyone knows now, except maybe Ethan who wasn't there."

Jake groaned and put his face in his hands.

"It's not necessarily a bad thing. I don't think anyone will say anything about it to you. They would have to tell Ethan if they had any evidence for sure. Bryce knew that I was coming over here last night and why. He was going to come himself if I didn't."

Jake kept his face buried in his hands. "Everyone knows," his voice was muffled, but Sienna could still hear how distraught he was.

Sienna clapped her hand on Jake’s shoulder giving him some gesture to try to comfort him. "It's not like we didn't all know that something was wrong before. Now we just know what it is."

Jake finally picked his head up, and Sienna was surprised to see that even with how upset he was, he hadn't been crying. "I should go get ready for work," was all he said.

Sienna let go of Jake's shoulder. Apparently he wasn't feeling in the mood to have a heart-to-heart conversation at the moment. Just as well, as they really did need to be getting to work soon. "You didn't eat much," he nodded to Jake's mostly full breakfast plate.

"Not really hungry," Jake mumbled. "Thanks for cooking, though. You didn't have to do that."

"Sure I did. Maybe you prefer to skip endless numbers of meals in a row, but I need my food in the morning." Sienna smirked. "Do you want to ride in to work with me today?"

Jake balked as soon a the words left his mouth and Sienna could guess why. He didn't want the team to see them arriving together. You're still wearing yesterday's clothes anyway, I think you should get a change." Jake picked up his plate and dumped the food in the garbage can, He really wanted to hide the fact that he wanted to eat the breakfast he just threw out. "You can go home and get your stuff if you want, and I'll just go alone like usual and meet you at the hospital."

"Fair enough," Sienna agreed, and headed for the door as he pulled his coat on. "I'll see you in about an hour." He slipped his shoes on and left the apartment.

Jake sighed in relief as the door swung closed. He had really needed a bit of time to himself to process everything that had happened in the past ten hours, even though he had been asleep for six of them. Everything felt so surreal. Sienna knew about his drug use, along with everyone else. Jake had always imagined if Ethan was to know about the weed use he’d would be angry with him, but that didn't seem to be the case. Part of him wondered if this was all a dream and he was going to wake up soon.

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Too Loose And You’ll Lose It

Ch1: GI Joe And Army Barbie Co-Written with @icanfeelastormbrewing

Intro: Following the Child Sex Trafficking job, The Losers all go their own way for a break before they are due back in Fairfax County. Stella is enjoying some quiet time with her mother.

And Jensen.

But, it isn’t ever quiet where he is involved.

Warnings: Bad Language words.

Pairing: Jake Jensen x OFC Stella Stevenson.

A/N: So here it is! We’ve been waiting to bring you this one for a LOOOOONG time, and we hope we don’t disappoint. We can’t wait to dive into this fic! We pick up in 2007, roughly 2 years or so before the events of the Losers Film (in our head anyway) and we can’t wait to cram it full of adventure. Please let us know what you think with a reblog and a comment.

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Prologue

May 2007

Stella and her mom sat in the kitchen of her childhood home in Manchester, New Hampshire. It was late morning one Friday morning, the day after she had returned home following debriefs at the CIA base in DC. It had been an emotional reunion, not having seen her mother for almost 8 months in person. They’d stayed up late with a bottle of wine before retiring to bed and after a lazy morning she had eaten a huge breakfast of pancakes, bacon and eggs, god knows how many rounds of toast and some decent coffee.

“Have you had enough to eat honey?” Her mom asked.

“Yup, honestly I’m stuffed, Ma. It feels good to be eating home cooked food for a change.” She smiled.

“Yeah, well, God only knows what you’ve been eating out there.” Julie mumbled as Stella smiled at her mom’s typical mother concern.

“So when are you due back in the office?” Julie pressed and Stella’s smile grew even wider at her mom’s name for the George Bush Centre for Intelligence in Fairfax County, the CIA HQ where The Losers would be based predominantly when they weren’t running missions.

“I have another week of leave. They gave me longer seeing as I was down there for so long. Clay and the rest only got a few days, much to Jake’s disgust, he heads back over there Monday.” Stella shook her head snorting “You know if he had his way he would be on permanent leave, drinking and watching football on TV.”

“He hasn’t changed then?” Julie grinned.

“Nope.”

“I bumped into his mom the other day at the supermarket.” Stella’s mom continued.

“Yeah? How is Janet?”

“She’s good.” Julie nodded “John has been building a new shed for the garden…or maybe it was a summer house. Either way, they were planning on having a BBQ soon when Gracie finishes school”

“Sounds good, have you seen them much at all recently?” Stella asked.

“We’ve got together a few times yes. Which reminds me….” Julie narrowed her eyes “She told me Jake has been back in the US now for 12 months. You tell him from me he’s gonna get a slap for not coming over to see me when he came back home to visit.”

Stella laughed “I’ll make sure he knows how disgusted you are in him, don’t worry.”

They sat chatting for a little while longer before Julie stood up to clear the plates, waving away Stella’s offer of help, as she always did when she was home. Stella headed into the lounge, picked up her laptop and opened up her browser, dialling into her military account. About 15 minutes later Julie walked in.

“What are you doing?”

“I got some paper work and stuff to sort, you know for the accommodation in the Condo that Clay sent me through.” Julie shook her head, “You know, Estella, I really wish you’d get a normal job-“

Stella sighed “Ma, don’t start…”

“You’re as stubborn as your father and look where that got him!”

“Wow.” Stella looked up, arching her eyebrow. “Nice. Good guilt trip.”

“You’re my little girl.” Julie’s voice grew quiet. “ I worry. And I miss you. “I know, but…this is my job. It’s all I’ve ever wanted to do.” Stella shrugged “But now, I’m home and…I’m not on tour all the time. I’ll be back for a week once very month and, well, you still have Rey, she literally lives 10 minutes away!”

Julie rolled her eyes “For all the good that does. She only visits when she wants food or to complain about something.”

Stella seized the opportunity to divert the conversation and she snorted “Complain about what? Which fucking sports car Richard wants to buy her next. Or because he doesn’t like whatever pretentious middle name she has planned for their first born?” Before Julie could reply they both heard the back door open to the kitchen and a familiar voice called “Yo, Stevensons…” Julie looked at Stella who rolled her eyes. “Speak of the devil…”

Jensen appeared in the doorway to the lounge, grinning “Oh, we’re you talking about me gorgeous?”

“No I was, and how you’ve been home on US soil for almost a year and not paid me one visit Jacob.” Julie glared at him, folding her arms.

“Oooh the full name. Am I in trouble?” Jensen grinned.

“Yes, you damned well are JJ.” Julie said, opening her arms “Now come here…”

Grinning Jensen stepped forward to give Stella’s mum a hug, pulling back with a yelp as she slapped him round the head.

“Shit, Jules!! What the hell was that for?”

“I told you! Your mother was telling me just the other day you’ve been back to Manchester now a few times and didn’t even think of paying me a visit?”

“Sorry Jules, been busy”

Julie narrowed her eyes “Busy doing what?”

“Wow. I really am in trouble huh.” Jensen shrugged. Stella snorted and Jensen looked over at where she was concentrating on the screen of her laptop. “What you doing Stel?” Stella let out a sigh at the same time her mother did, before Julie headed back into the kitchen.

“What’s going on?” Jensen asked, watching Julie leave before he turned to Stella “Am I supposed to sigh now?” “I was just filling in the paper work for the condo.” She replied as Jake sat next to her “Mom still isn’t a big fan of me being in the military. Swear she still thinks I’m 10 or something.”

“Well I know for a fact you aren’t” Jensen flashed her his trademark goofy smile and Stella slapped his arm.

“Shut up JJ” “Ouch…!” Jake rubbed his arm “Stel, be gentle.” She rolled her eyes and he reached for her laptop “Ok, let me see…” he glanced at the computer “You know this thing is totally outdated?”

“It does a job, I don’t care.” “Speaking of jobs…” Jensen looked towards the kitchen door, “How about you and me…”

“Jesus Jake!” Stella looked at him as he grinned “Here, whilst my mom is home? You have issues.”

“Didn’t bother you 10 years ago…”

“Yeah, well I didn’t know any better, you’re living proof of that. And besides, I’ve grown up since then. You should try it.” “Hmmm, you know one of the perks of being Black Ops means we all get our own private digs in the Condo” he wiggled his eyebrows.

“I swear to god Jake, you’re a fucking nightmare.” Stella rubbed her temples “Why are you here?”

“Came to invite you to the Petunia’s game tomorrow. It’s been a while since we went out on a date babe.”

“A while?” Stella shook her head laughing. “Your concept of time measurement really amazes me.” Jake chuckled “So whaddya say?” he asked, giving her a goofy grin.

“Yeah why not?” Stella asked “Which girl wouldn’t dream of going to watch an under 8’s girl soccer game? Can’t believe my luck.” “Don’t be a whiny bitch!” Jake rolled his eyes “We’re meeting Pooch and his girl later in the evening for drinks.”

“Great, so now it’s turned into a double date.” She rolled her eyes.

“Why you being so grumpy Stel?” Jake frowned.

Stella sighed “Sorry Jakey…just..oh I dunno, I guess mom just pissed me off a bit that’s all. Bringing up my dad, suggesting I’m gonna go the same way he did.”

Jake pondered this for a moment before he took a deep breath. “You know she’s just worried about you that’s all.”

Stella smiled “I know…I know. Doesn’t help I can’t really tell her what I’m doing, other than running CIA tasked missions.”

“Come’ ere…” Jake threw an arm round her and she leaned into him, laying her head on his shoulder. “How about I help you fill that paper work out and then we can head and grab some lunch or a drink, whatever.”

“Now that’s actually quite a good idea.”

Jensen smiled and gently kissed her head. “It happens occasionally.”

Stella looked up at him “Guess it’s my lucky day then.”

“Well mine was like 10 years ago so guess I can say about time Stel.”

“Smooth…” she rolled her eyes and he shrugged, dipping his head and pressing his lips to hers in a soft kiss, but before it could go any deeper another loud voice rang out from the kitchen and Stella pulled away giving a groan.

“Just what I fucking need.”

Jensen grimaced at the sound of Stella’s eldest sister as her airey tone grew louder, before the door to the lounge opened

“Aww GI Joe and Army Barbie are back in town.”

“Fuck off Aubrey.” Stella looked up at where her sister was stood leaning in the doorframe.

“Hello to you too.” Aubrey rolled her eyes.

“S’up Rey? How’s Dick?” Jensen grinned at her. Stella nudged him, trying hard not to smirk

“You know full well his name is Rick, Jacob.” Aubrey replied with a bored tone. “You were at the wedding after all.

“Yeah…” Jensen mused “Still looks like a Dick to me.”

At that Stella snorted and he flashed her a quick wink. She loved how he always had her back against her sister and her snobby bastard husband. Aubrey merely rolled her eyes, she was well used to Jake and his quips by now.

“Yeah laugh all you want losers” and with that she left and made her way to the kitchen

“Well, she’s not wrong we are Losers.” Jake shrugged “Yeah but she doesn’t know, let’s keep it that way.” Stella sighed, before she shook her head “I don’t know how your sister is still friends with her, I mean out of choice? Really?

“Well, us Jensens are made to please.”

At that point Julie re-entered the living room “Jake are you staying for lunch or are you expected anywhere else to please today? I’m making lasagne.”

“Mom we literally ate breakfast an hour ago.” Stella looked up at her and Julie smiled.

“I know, but I’m making the pasta from fresh and have a few other things to do so it won’t be ready for a while. You two do your…thing and let me know what you decide. Rick and Rey are staying, he’s coming later so…” “Can’t wait.” Stella deadpanned.

“Please don’t start Estella…” Julie shot her a look.

“Anyway, change of subject…how is her shit soap selling?” Jake leaned back on the sofa and Stella snorted.

“Ask her, I dare you. I’d pay to see her face.”

“I’d do it for free if it makes you smile.”

“You two, behave if you’re staying.” Julie said sternly, pointing at them both.

“You gonna be pissed if we don’t stay?” Stella looked at her mom.

“I’ll be more pissed if you do and don’t behave.” The reply came back.

“Cross my heart Jules…” Jensen made the sign over his chest “Best behaviour. Anything for your lasagne.”

“Glad to hear it Jake.” Julie raised her eyebrow and then turned from the room.

“Looks like we’re staying then.” Stella looked at Jensen who merely grinned back.

“Sorry Stel, but you know I love verbal sparring with Rick the Prick.”

She snorted “You’re a bad man JJ” “I’m your bad man.” He winked.

Stella looked at him, cocking her head to one side trying to figure out what exactly he meant. As far as she was concerned he wasn’t after anything serious. Especially seeing he was the one that broke it off 8 years ago. Sure they’d fallen into the whole friends with benefits thing but it was no strings and all that…

She took a deep breath, cleared her throat and nodded to her laptop “So, er…forms?”

****

Two hours later they were still filling in the damned paperwork, Stella having a lot to complete…that and the fact they’d been distracted a bit by laughing and joking around, Jake showing her on Google Maps the location of a few good restaurants and bars not too far from the Condo to head to. They both looked up as Julie walked back into the lounge to tell them lunch would be ready in 20. They finished up what they were doing before walking into the Kitchen where Stella was greeted by her brother-in-law with his usual stiff hug, whereas Jake took great delight in pumping his hand up and down furiously, grinning at him.

Stella shook her head, smiling to herself as they all sat down outside in the garden, making the most of the nice weather, and began to eat. Richard was telling some boring tale from his office and Jensen was hanging off his every word, pretending to give a shit when Stella knew nothing could be further from the truth. He was merely waiting for his opportunity, which was handed to him a few minutes later by Rey who couldn’t resist getting the first shot in.

“Jake, how’s the army geek life treating you?”

“Great Rey, how’s the soap?”

Stella instantly choked on her water, and Jensen looked at her, patting her on the back as she recovered.

“Oh, it’s ok.” Rey waved a hand “I haven’t made much recently, been so busy with you know…other stuff.” “Yeah, that other stuff just keeps gettin’ in the way of…soap.” Jake shook his head.

“Are you joking with me now?” Rey narrowed her eyes.

“Wouldn’t dream of it.” Jensen shook his head. “In fact, I’m in awe of you. I mean it literally amazes me how you can make that stuff and sell it when you hate getting your hands dirty so much.” Jake swallowed a mouth of his food and grinned at her.

Rey glared at Jake “I wear gloves, ass-wipe.”

“You really don’t get irony do you?” Stella laughed, taking a drink from her glass of water.

At that point her mother caught her eye and gave her a stern glare, her earlier warning to the two of them to behave flashed across Stella’s mind but she was struggling to care. Her and Jake ‘Tag-teaming’ Rey and Rick was a well-practised art that the two of them had fine-tuned over the years, and it was the only time Stella ever felt she could get one up on her sister.

Rey looked at her and flicked her hair behind her shoulder “You may laugh but its selling really well. I’m actually thinking of expanding into a baby range.”

“Be handy for when we get pregnant.” Rick smiled at her.

Stella pulled a face as Jake grinned “You guys have that planned too? A designer little Rick or Rey on its way?”

Aubrey smiled and looked adoringly at Rick in a way that made Stella want to barf “Yeah, we’ve been trying.”

“Code for we’ve been fucking non-stop like Rabbits.” Stella mumbled.

“Estella!” Julie said sharply as Rey glared at her.

“Just because you can’t get your own relationship sorted…” she shot

“I’m not in a relationship, as well you know.”

“You sure?” Rey stared back at her, her eyes flicking to Jensen for a second. Stella felt herself grow red.

“Fuck off.”

“Ok that’s enough!” Julie said loudly “Can the pair of you just not stop this sniping for even one damned hour?”

Stella took a deep breath “Sorry Ma.”

Jake who had remained quiet, up until that point chipped up again, deflecting the conversation.

“Huh…” he pondered something before he pointed his fork at Rey “You know, if you’re trying to get pregnant it’s highly recommended to be in good spirits. You keep getting so angry and snippy at people, you’re gonna scare Rick’s little soldiers away. It’s a question of PH.”

Rey and Rick exchanged a glance whilst Julie looked down at her plate, coughing slightly, a smile flickering on her mouth, her admonishing clearly forgotten. Stella’s eyes moved from her mother to Jake and she mouthed ‘are you for real?’

Jensen simply grinned, shrugging, as Stella shook her head, trying not to laugh. She adored Jake when he was in full on playful mode like this. He was always full of random, stupid trivia that you could never tell whether was actual fact or simply made up for the sake of sheer, stupid comedy value and he could use it perfectly to diffuse a situation and divert attention just as he had done right now. The best bit was, that Rey and Rick were utterly oblivious to his tactic and were now looking at him, like his words were gospel.

“Where the hell did you hear that?” Rey asked.

“I read it in Nature…” Jake shrugged, taking another mouthful of his food.

“I’m impressed Jake.” Rick looked at him.

“Well, sometimes I’m more than just a pretty face Dick.” Jensen shrugged.

Rick blinked “Did he just-“

“Jules, I gotta say…” Jensen cut him off before he could finish, flashing Julie his best smile “This lasagne as always is delicious.”

*****

“Damned Stel…” Jakey mumbled to himself as she heads to car. Taking in her tight jeans that show off her ass and legs, her khaki green silk chami top which hung loosely off her frame, exposing her collar bone and her light grey jacket, set off with a pair of stylish Oakley Holbrooks with matte black frames and red iridium lenses. Her hair was pulled into a side braid which hung down her right shoulder and when she smiled at him he shifted slightly in his seat.

“You look nice.” He recovered himself enough to smile as she climbed into the car.

“Thanks JJ.” She turned to him, taking in his dark jeans and grey and blue button down. “No Petunias T-shirt?”

“Well I figured seeing as we’re going out afterwards I should make a bit of an effort.” He grinned, pushing his glasses back up his nose. Stella arched an eyebrow but didn’t say anything.

“See your dad got a new car…” she mused, taking in the interior of the silver chevvy blazer before she grinned “Pity he got rid of the ford…”

Jensen smirked “Yeah, we had…good times on that back seat.”

Stella smiled and looked out of the window, before she turned back to Jake as he drove off up the road. “So who are they playing today?” she asked

“A team called the Oaks.” He said “I was checking their scores the other day, they lost their last 5 games so...” Stella smiled “You get far too invested in this you know?”

Jensen shrugged. “What can I say, I like soccer.”

Their conversation continued on the 10 minute or so drive to the Petunia’s home pitch, and eventually strayed to Jensen’s sister Jane before it moved onto their lunch yesterday and how Julie had given Stella a ticking off once Jake had left.

“You know Rey has been googling that PH bull shit don’t you?” Stella looked at Jensen as he drove towards the soccer pitches “And she’s realised it’s just that. Bull shit.” Jensen shrugged “I don’t care, she was being a bitch to you.”

“Well thankfully she left about an hour after you did yesterday so I didn’t have to put up with her for much longer.” Stella shrugged “Still, was long enough for her to keep talking about fucking soap.”

Jensen grinned “I think I touched a nerve?”

“No shit.” Stella grumbled “You know what she said? After all that about how well it was selling and them expanding the range, she told ma she only made $500 last month!”

Jensen laughed as he swung the car into a spot by the side of the road. “Yeah, that’s…not great.”

“I did point out that maybe the reason people don’t buy whatever shit she sells because they freak out at the ridiculously ostentatious name of the company.

“The Bath To Righteousness” Jensen grinned as they both climbed out. “Yeah it is pretty pretentious. Stuff like that needs an angle you know? These companies selling homemade, organic shit are ten a penny. It needs to be a catchy name, something punchy.”

“What would you call it?” Stella looked at him, slipping her arm through his as they headed over to the pitch The Petunias were playing on.

“I’ve got Soap, Bitches.” He nodded firmly. Stella burst into laughter. “Or Lick My Soap.” Jensen continued reeling off stupid names as they approached the side lines. “Soap In Your Hole…Hit Me with Your Best Soap…Slippery when Wet… Don’t Buy Soap, Won’t Be Soap”

Stella was laughing that hard she was struggling to breathe. Jensen grinned as her nose crinkled up and she let go of his arm, doubling over, clutching her stomach. “Don’t buy soap, won’t be soap?” she managed to stutter, wiping her eyes “What the fuck does that even mean?”

“It’s from an ancient Tibetan philosophy- don’t start none, won’t be none.”

“You’re so full of crap.” She snorted, shaking her head.

“Maybe I should eat one of those soap bars then?”

Stella began to laugh again and at that point Jake’s sister Jane appeared from wherever she had been and looked at the pair of them over her shades. “What the hell’s got into you?” she looked at Stella, a smile playing on her face.

“Hey Jane, What’s soap, I mean up.” Jensen quipped and Stella let out another loud howl of laughter. Jake looked at her, laughing a little before Jane shook her head

“I just can’t with you two…” Jane grinned and gave Stella a hug. “Good to see you Stel.”

“You too Jane. You look well.” She said, stepping back to take the blonde woman in fully. “Where’s Gracie?” “Oh they’re over there with their coach.” Jane said, waving her hand in the direction of the pitch “She’s been asking about you all day. Ever since Jake said you were coming she’s been so excited.”

“I can’t wait to see her either, it’s been like a year!”

“Oh she’s grown up a lot. You’ll see.” Jane smiled.

“Hear that JJ- grown up.” Stella looked at him. “Seems even your niece can manage it.”

“Says the girl that almost pissed herself laughing at the phrase slippery when wet.” Jensen eyed her over his shades and she shrugged.

“I daren’t even ask…” Jane looked at them both and Jensen simply waved her comment away.

“Oh we were just trying to think of ways to help Rey boost her soap sales.” He shrugged.

“Do I really wanna know?” Jane asked, “Mind you, she’ll probably chew my ear off about it all later.”

It wasn’t long before the teams head out to the pitch and the three of them took their seats on the small stand as they kicked off.

“I’d kill for a beer.” Stella mumbled about 5 minutes later.

“Well, I nearly bought some but thought better not. I got caught last time and fined- broke a by law apparently.” Jensen said, his eyes not leaving the game “Jane went bezerk. She’s kinda scary when she gets mad. Like you.”

Stella smiled and turned back to the game for a little while, until the Petunias made a break for goal, only to have the girl who was running through felled down by one of the Oak’s defenders.

“Oh look at that!” Jensen yelled, jumping up “Foul ref…are you blind?”

“Jake sit down.” Jane hissed, looking up at him from where she sat to Stella’s right.

“I’d say this is embarrassing but I’m used to it.” Stella shook her head.

“I swear to god behave or I’ll ban you for life.” Jane threatened him again as he continued to yell down to the pitch.

“Can you sit down please?” A voice came from behind them and Stella looked at the woman who was speaking “You’re blocking my view”

“For fucks sake…” Stella grumbled, reaching up with her left hand and yanking on his shirt “Jakey, sit!”

With a grumble he did as he was told and leaned across Stella to look at Jane “You soccer mums are a nightmare.” Jane glared at him, Stella remained focussing on the game, trying not to laugh. When Jensen moved to sit back she looked at Jane and mouthed “Sorry.”

“Don’t be.” Jane shook her head “He’s far worse when you’re not around.”

“God help you.”

“Yeah there was this one time he was that bad Gracie stopped talking to him for an entire weekend. Poor Kid hadn’t been so embarrassed in her life.” Jane mumbled. Jensen turned to look to his right at Stella and his sister, frowning.

“What are you two whispering about?”

“You.” Stella looked at him “Now shut up and behave.”

“No need to be so aggressive babe.” He arched an eyebrow but obeyed anyway.

“Stella, can I hire you for like ALL the games?” Jane asked, nodding to the fact Jensen was, for once, doing as he was told.

Stella snorted, shaking her head as she turned back to the match.

As it was only a kid’s game, they only played 20 minutes either half. The first one closed at 0-0 and after a quick 5 minutes break they swapped ends and kicked off the second half. About 5 minutes in the Petunias broke and this time thanks to a great pass through from Gracie they scored. Naturally Jake cheering loudest. The rest of the half was uneventful and the game ended at 1-0. As everyone began to move, the three of them headed down to the side lines, Gracie trotting towards them.

“Stella!” she grinned, throwing herself at the woman. Stella grabbed her in a hug, swinging her round slightly.

“OMG look at you! You got taller!” she smiled, ruffling her hair.

Gracie grinned “I know. But it has been a while since I saw you.” She admonished Stella a little.

“Really?” Stella grinned “Doesn’t seem that long.”

“Did you see my goal assist?” Gracie asked and Stella nodded.

“Of course I saw it honey, you were great!”

“Alright, alight, favourite uncle right here.” Jensen said, gesturing to himself.

“You’re my only uncle, duh.” Gracie rolled her eyes.

“Well guess that makes me your favourite by default then.” Jensen shrugged.

Stella pat his shoulder gently. “You were brilliant JJ.”

At that Gracie gave a snigger.

They chatted for a little while longer before Jake said they needed to leave to meet Pooch and ‘future Mrs. Pooch’. Gracie wasn’t impressed at Stella going so soon and there was a brewing tantrum until Stella assured her it wouldn’t be too long before she saw her again. In all honesty, Jensen could have spent the rest of the evening watching his niece and Stella interact. He had to concede Stel had a way with children which contrasted with the focused military Captain persona who was now part of an elite black-ops team . Mind you, Gracie had known Stella her entire life. Granted, Gracie had spent more time with Aubrey, being as she was one of her mother's best friends, than with Stel and yet it wasn't hard to tell Stel was one of Gracie's favourite people in the world.

So after a vague promise to take Gracie out for an ice cream during the week she still had left of her leave, Stella managed to avert the tantrum and they said goodbye and headed back to the car.

When they got to Tandy's, almost half an hour later, Pooch and his fiancé were already at the bar waiting for them. Pooch stood up as he spotted them approaching and he pulled Stella into a hug before greeting and patting Jensen's back and introducing Stella to his wife-to-be, Jolene. They grabbed a drink and sat down, the 4 of them chatting for a little while. Pooch and Jolene told Stella all about their wedding plans, which sounded like a beautiful ceremony planned for the following year in Mexico.

Stella was asking the reason for their wedding ceremony being in Mexico when they finished their first round. Jensen, noticing their glasses were empty, stood up to go get another round, he had already had his share of Pooch's wedding plans for the past year, and Jolene excused herself to go to the bathroom soon after, leaving Stella and Pooch alone.

"So you enjoying the chance to be at home for a few weeks Arty?" Pooch asked her.

"It’s great being with my mom but she’s already driving me crazy, telling me I need to leave the army and get a good, normal job. She’d have a fit if she knew I was part of this Elite Black ops shit."

Pooch chuckled "Well, it’s not all undercover life or death situations. You know, Jensen ended up doing 2 months at HQ working on some online terrorist cell last year. Cougar has run a few sniping jobs too. I ran a couple of training ops with some troops in Canada."

"Yeah. Clay mentioned I might get a few normal jobs…" Stella nodded, as she fiddled with the coaster on the table.

"So it’s good to be reasonably close to home, you know? Well, I say reasonably close…still like a 7 and a half hour drive. Hurrah for Military Discount on airfare…or you can go via New York and take a night there.” Pooch shrugged “Me and Jensen done that a few times. Although keeping tabs on him in Times Square can be a pain in the ass…"

"Yeah I can imagine." she laughed.

"So, what’s your dad think about your career choice?" Pooch asked then.

"No idea, he died when I was 10." Stella shrugged.

"Shit, sorry." Pooch apologised, eyes wide open at the realisation of his gaffe.

Stella gave him a comforting smile. "It's ok. You didn't know."

"No siblings?" Pooch inquired and Stella could feel his wariness as he asked another personal question.

"One." she smiled again. "Sister, she’s…” Stella hesitated, trying to thing of the most diplomatic way to phrase what she wanted to say. “Well, she’s very different to me. Her husband is a Finance Director for Lockheed Martin and earns a ridiculous amount of money so she doesn’t work. Well, unless you count running an online Etsy shop selling home-made soaps. She’s friends with JJ’s sister although fuck knows how Jane puts up with her."

"I could ask you the same thing about Jensen." Pooch joked, nodding at Jensen at the bar and Stella smiled again.

By then Pooch had noticed Arty smiled a lot. She had a warm smile that made him feel comfortable around her. That and the fact she wasn't shy to talk about her life with him. He liked her and thus he was curious about what the real nature of her relationship with Jensen was.

"So you know his family as well then?" he asked.

"Yeah I’ve known them all since I was 11." she offered.

"That’s nice." Pooch nodded.

"What is?"

"You guys being so close since you were kids." he said, smiling.

Stella smiled at him again but it was now a mischievous smile "He told you how we met?"

Pooch shook his head "No."

"It was first week of middle school. I was walking to class and my bag split. He came over to help me pick up my stuff, smacked his head straight into mine as he stood up." she stopped to let Pooch laugh it up.

"He banged his head?” Pooch snorted “Yeah that…that sounds like Captain Chaos alright…”

Stella shook her head as she gave Pooch a nudge, stretching her arm over the table. "Don’t laugh, he was cute. A dork but cute. And he was a friend. My dad had only been dead 6 months or so and we had moved back home from Kentucky to be nearer our grandparents so I didn’t really know anyone. But, he came straight over when everyone else was laughing at me and he deliberately placed himself so no one would see me crying." At that Pooch saw Stella glancing over at Jensen, smiling softly. "Been hanging out ever since."

"So when did you two…you know…cross the line so to speak."

"He asked me out on my 17th birthday. I’d liked him for years but didn’t think he thought of me in that way. We dated through senior year and then we both went off to Norwich University for the ROTC." She explained.

"Oh, so you didn’t direct enter either then?"

"No. I talked to Clay about it and he suggested I do the ROTC so I could get a college education as well. I suggested it to Jakey and we both went for it."

"So, excuse my prying but why you two beak up? Seems like you were together for pretty much the most important decisions of your lives?"

Stella hesitated before answering. Although she didn't mind talking to Pooch it was the first time she explained her and Jensen's story to anyone. She hadn’t needed to up to that point, seeing as everyone she had met till then didn't know Jake too, bar their respective families and friends and they already knew what the deal between them was. Sort of.

For the first time Pooch felt like she wasn't that willing to answer. "Well, after the ROTC thing we both got our first overseas postings and, well, he suggested that maybe it was better if we called it quits before the distance tore us apart and we resented one another. I agreed. We stayed friends though."

"Friends with benefits, huh?"

"Yeah, you could say that." she snorted.

Pooch looked at her. He sensed it was better not to pry more on the subject so he decided to change topics.

"So, you know Clay of old then?" he asked, remembering Clay had warned them she was like a daughter to him.

"Yeah he was in the Army with my dad. My dad was a major in the Screaming Eagles, you heard of them?"

Pooch nodded "The 101st airborne division, right?"

Stella nodded too. "Clay was first lieutenant in his command. He was killed when they launched the operation to cut off Highway 8. One of only 16 to die. Clay took it hard, he was literally right by dad when he died. A foot to the right and he’d have taken the bullet not dad, and he felt guilty for ages for not spotting the sniper but…either way one of them ended up dead. I mean, dad was only 45 when he died and Clay would have been…what, 28 or so at the time, maybe? Either way it’ no age, total waste of a life."

"You know, Clay never really talks about his past much but he did tell us once that seeing his friend die at the hand of an insurgent was what spurred him into the Special Ops. He wanted to get involved in tracking down terrorists, making places safer. Never knew who he was talking about though." Pooch offered.

"Well now you do." she shrugged "I expect it's painful for him to talk about. We’ve all been there, lost people …it’s hard."

"So that's why you joined as well? Your dad?" Pooch asked.

"Yeah. Much to Mom’s disgust. She called Clay, thought he would talk me out of it. I think his words to my mum were, and I quote “ I don’t stand a chance Jules, you know she looks up to Ian’s memory like he’s Captain America….”."

Pooch laughed out loud and Stella grinned. "Yeah she’s still not best pleased with him. And when I got stationed over in Iraq, well, I thought she was gonna hunt him down and kill him with her bare hands."

"You clearly made the right career choice though, I mean you made Captain pretty fast." Pooch stated with real admiration. “Just like Jensen did.”

"A lot of that was down to doing the ROTC and circumstance. Right place, right time…you know what it’s like in the field. They need commissioned, senior officers in Delta Force, I dare say female ones specifically to ‘fil the quota’ so to speak. I did my job well and…" she shrugged.

"From what I hear you’re selling yourself short. Clay speaks very highly of you. He was raving about this person on the inside for the entire time we were running that last op."

Stella smiled, after the conversation with her mother the day before and having to put up with her sister and brother in law's perfect life all over the weekend, Clay's words were like a balm to her.

"Good to know I’m doing something right."

Pooch was pondering Stella's words when Jensen returned from the bar with a couple of beer bottles and two deep orange coloured cocktails.

"Sorry guys, they had a new bartender who wasn't very sure about the best way to prepare a Sailor's Grave." He shrugged “So, this is for Pooch, this is for Mrs. Pooch and this one is for my girl…" he said, placing the drinks ceremoniously on the table, flashing a wink at Stella when he said the last part.

Pooch raised an eyebrow at Stella. The boundaries in Jensen and Stella's relationship, whatever that was, were clearly a little blurred.

Stella rolled her eyes before speaking "I’m not your girl Jake, not since you dumped me when you went over to Burkina Faso." She flinched a little as that came out slightly harsher than she meant and Jensen noticed.

"Ouch doll. Bitter much?" he frowned.

Stella took a deep breath but didn’t say anything. Worst thing she could do was encourage him, whether it was in favour or against, his attempts of flirting. Thankfully, at that moment Jolene returned to the booth.

"Sorry I took so long, I got a call from the office." She apologised as she sat at her place next to Pooch.

Stella seized the chance to divert the conversation and get Jake out of her mind and sight for a minute and she smiled at Jolene and asked “So what do you do for a living?”

"Oh I’m a paralegal for a local firm in Concord." Jolene explained before taking a sip from her cocktail.

Soon both women were engaged in a lively conversation as Stella continued to ask her questions, happy to keep her mind occupied and off all thoughts of Jake and the little tension earlier. Eventually, however, last orders were called and the 4 agreed it was time to go.

“Jolene seemed nice.” Stella broke the silence that had fallen in the car. “They make a nice couple.”

"Yeah, Pooch is a good guy and she’s a nice gal so…" Jensen agreed, hands on the wheel.

They both fell silent again, Jake concentrating on the road ahead. He was anxious and hoped Stella hadn't noticed, though they had never been so silent in a car drive. Something had been bugging him since that night in the barracks after the mission. The sex had been amazing, it always had been, but whereas they normally left it at that but now… well, being around their hometown, the place they had grown up and first started dated, going out and just doing things they used to do was sparking all sorts of feelings within him. Just an hour before, calling her his girl had just slipped out, and he’d realised from her reaction as soon as he’d done it that he shouldn’t have.

He chewed the inside of his cheek as he drove, trying to convince himself that he had done the right thing breaking it off 5 years ago. But he was also cursing himself at the same time, because being around her yesterday and today, in a normal environment, he realised that just as he’d told her that night after the mission he missed her. And not just the sex. But her. The difference being now, as he pulled onto her road, he realised he didn’t just miss her because he hadn’t seen her. He missed her being his.

His. That was his last thought as he parked up at her driveway.

"Thanks Jakey, I had fun today." Stella said, looking at him for the first time since they got in the car.

"Me too, Stel." Jensen said as he nodded.

And there was a silent pause as Stella digested the fact he wasn't even looking at her. His eyes were fixed on some point beyond the windshield.

"Ok, erm.." Stella spoke but paused to clear her throat. "Well, have a safe trip over to Base and I guess I’ll see you in a week."

He still didn't say anything, he only nodded in agreement. His eyes still not on her. So she opened the door, ignoring the lump on her throat, and made to leave when she felt him gently grabbing her arm.

"Stel…"

She stopped and looked at him. He was now looking at her, almost pleadingly, as he reached out, gently gripping her chin in his finger and thumb, his eyes bouncing across hers.

"Jake, I don’t think we..." she whispered but her protests died as he pressed his lips to her. It was a furious and needy kiss, his tongue harshly dominating hers, and when he pulled away he pressed his head to hers.

"See you in a week, doll." he said, his eyes boring into hers.

"Yeah, see you." she whispered, before getting out of the car

She looked back once to wave as he was waiting to make sure she got inside, as he always did. Once in she shut the front door and headed to the kitchen. Just as she turned around and took the first step her mom walked out of the living room.

"Not in a relationship, eh?"

"Were you spying on me?" Stella asked. Best defence is offense after all…

Her mother shrugged, a smile threatening to spread on her face. She liked Jake, she had always liked him and what was more, though she would rather be caught dead than admit to it, she liked him more than she would ever like Rick in a million years. But then, what was more important to a mother than their daughters' happiness?

Stella sighed. "It's complicated."

"Sure it is. Night honey.” her mother said and, after placing a kiss on her head, she left her to it.

Stella said goodnight and headed into the kitchen for a bottle of water. She uncapped it and leaned on the counter. It had taken her a while to get to a point where she could simply fuck Jake and leave it at that, but even then deep down she knew she had been kidding herself, fooling herself. He had been right in the bar before, she was bitter. Bitter that he had given up so easily when she thought they had something special. And she’d been that much of a sucker that she’d gone along with the whole ‘friends with benefits’ arrangement because the thought of not being with him at all had made her feel sick.

During the last 12 months they had drifted apart and even though she’d hated it at first and it had killed her, it had done her the world of good in that she had finally worked him out of her system.

Or so she thought she had.

Because here she was, less than 2 weeks of being back in his presence and she was already slipping back down that deep, dark hole. After that night post the mission they hadn’t been together that way, at all, but then the previous day he’d shown up and today he had taken her out, for what had been a really fun afternoon and evening, and it had felt just like old times.

Especially when he had kissed her like that.

Jensen was the king of giving off mixed signals, he always had been. Hell, it had taken her years to figure out he liked her that way. But they weren’t in high school anymore, and it was easy, far too easy to get swept back into something that meant more to her than it did to him. She knew she had to put a stop to it, because someone was going to get hurt. And that someone was likely to be her.

Lost in her thoughts she drained the bottle and tossed it into the recycling bin before running her hand through her hair sighing to herself.

“I’m fucked.”

**** Chapter 2

#too loose and you'll lose it #jake jensen x ofc #jake jensen x original female character #jake jensen #the losers

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This is an idea we decided to turn into a co-written chapter fic.

It picks up with already established relationships. Basically, you’re friends with Vegeta and secretly falling for him, he’s in a horrible relationship (not with Bulma), and Goku makes you an unexpected offer to help ease some of the tension. It’s probably going to end up being messy and we honestly have no idea exactly where it’s going but there will be lots of mutual pining, angst, and smut as the story unfolds.

Chapter 1

You had never met anyone stronger than your best friend, Vegeta. Except maybe his other best friend that he repeatedly refused to acknowledge as such. It had to be the most dysfunctional bromance you had ever seen but it somehow worked. Befriending Vegeta meant you inevitably befriended the goofy and lighthearted Goku. And when Vegeta wasn’t around, which was happening more frequently, you were with Goku.

You knew from the moment you met Kyla that Vegeta was in for one hell of a bumpy ride. But you gave her the benefit of the doubt, maybe there was some small part of you that disliked her for taking so much of his time. Between training and Kyla’s constant need for attention, Vegeta was barely around, and when he was, he was miserable.

You pushed open the front door of Goku’s house with four bags of takeout in your hands and called out for him. The faint sound of his snores traveled down the hallway.

“Goku,” you said in a soft voice when you pushed his door open, “I have food.”

“I’m awake!” He shot up in bed, perfect chest on full display and still half asleep.

“Vegeta canceled on me again at the last minute because of Kyla reasons so it looks like we’re spending another day together.” After placing the bags on the bed, you crawled up next to him and started digging in.

"It sucks he keeps canceling, but that just means more food for me." Goku beamed as he tore into one of the bags.

"Yeah, he must really like her." You couldn't help the uneasy feeling you got about Vegeta's girlfriend. It wasn't that you completely hated her, but she just gave off a negative vibe that turned your stomach.

"He said she's strong, like a saiyan," Goku mumbled with a mouthful of food.

"Is that what he- I mean, you guys look for in a girlfriend?" Your curiosity was piqued.

Goku shoveled some more food in his mouth, "Vegeta says so. But I just want someone who can cook for me."

"I'm assuming you want someone that can cook well? Because plenty of people can cook but not all of them are good at it." You reached for the container of chicken egg rolls prompting Goku to grab one as it passed in front of him.

"You can cook good," he said, his voice muffled by an ungodly amount of food.

"I can cook okay. Is this your not so subtle way of telling me you want me to cook for you more often?" You raised an eyebrow and glanced at him.

"Would you?" He said with a goofy grin and hopeful eyes.

"If it'll make you happy." You smiled at him, shaking your head as he stuffed his face.

You both continued to eat, talking about food and fighting for the most part. Goku loved telling you about past fights and how his power level has increased, even though you knew nothing about it.

"So, super saiyan two is above super saiyan god, right?" You toyed with him.

“Huh? No! What gave you that idea?” He shoveled another egg roll in his mouth, oblivious as usual to the fact that you were just messing with him.

“Wait, you still have to show me ultra instinct,” you exclaimed, slapping his muscular arm, “you promised me weeks ago.”

“Oh yeah!” He swallowed a large bite of food and put his plate down. “Want me to do it now?”

“No! I’ve seen you transform in the house before, shit goes flying and I don’t want to lose the food.”

"Oh, you're right. We don't wanna lose the food. I'll do it outside then." He jumped up with as much energy as normal.

You were a little slower, especially since you'd just eaten your weight in egg rolls and rice.

"Okay, but be careful of the house." You warned as you followed him outside.

He threw you over his shoulder without warning and flew towards the back of the yard.

"Goku, stomach, full!" You squirmed in his grasp.

"Oh! I always forget humans get full really fast!" He lowered to the ground and let you slide down his body at your own pace.

"You okay?"

You grimaced at the discomfort of being jostled that much on a full stomach. "Yeah, I'll be fine. Just transform."

He stepped back from you and started with a low growl as he powered up. You watched his aura glow as his muscles bulged and his hair changed colors.

"Is this safe?" You asked but received no answer as he continued.

You took a step back when his growl started getting louder, eventually turning into a powerful yell that echoed all around. The nearby trees swayed and the ground underneath you shook. When you turned your attention back to Goku, the yelling faded and your breath caught in your throat.

"Fuck..." You stared at him.

His chest was even more defined, his hair was silver, and a translucent aura surrounded him.

"Well? What do you think of this form?" His voice was at least an octave lower.

"It's... fuck-" Your eyes searched for a place to remain fixed but he just looked so amazing that you couldn't look away from all of it.

"Judging by your scent, I'm assuming you like it." He stepped closer to you. Playful Goku was all but gone and the vibes he was giving off were making you see him in a totally different light. But that couldn't happen. Not when you were pining for someone else.

The moment he touched your waist, you were seconds from risking your friendship with him to satisfy the ache between your thighs.

"Goku..." Your voice was barely above a whisper as he moved closer.

Your mouth went dry as he stared down at you. Everything was telling you just to give in and let him do whatever he pleased and deal with the consequences later. He leaned down and inhaled your scent. You weren't positive, but it felt like his lips grazed your neck.

"You'd be perfect for breeding," he whispered in your ear.

"Goku, what are you trying to do?" Just the word 'breeding' sent your mind into a daze.

"This form... relies on pure instinct." His breathing had changed to short shallow breaths and he remained close.

"W-We aren't breeding, Goku." It was difficult to turn him down.

"We could." He tilted your chin up and you wanted to fight it and avoid making eye contact but it wasn’t happening. The sudden shift in him sent your curiosity and hormones into overdrive.

"Are you saying your instinct is to breed with me?"

"Yes. Especially with that enticing scent coming from between your legs." He inhaled sharply again.

You felt like a moth to the flame, unable to stop yourself from being drawn in.

"How would that affect our friendship?" You asked, fully engulfed in him.

"It doesn't have to affect it at all. It's just satisfying a need we both have." His lips grazed your cheek. "I can smell you every time Vegeta is around."

"Wait, you what?"

"Your need... you can't hide it." He continued to speak low and close to your skin.

"D- Does he know?" You felt yourself panicking already.

"I don't think so. He's never mentioned it."

"And if we... did this, we would still be okay? Just a friends with benefits thing?" You were torn between instant gratification and remaining faithful to a man that wasn't even yours. Vegeta had Kyla and no amount of wishing was going to change that.

"It's just an itch that needs to be scratched." Everything he said made sense and you were so close to just giving in, but there was still a thread of you that had doubts.

"I just don't know..."

"Let me show you how good it could feel." His lips grazed just below your ear as his hand moved down your stomach.

Before he could go any further, your phone vibrated in your pocket, snapping you out of the haze. Goku remained close and pressed his lips to your neck.

"Goku, wait. It's Vegeta," you said, looking down at his face on your incoming call screen.

"Hey... pal?" You silently cursed yourself for being so awkward.

"Why do you sound weird?" He asked.

"I'm not weird- I mean, I'm perfectly normal sounding. What's up?" You continued to stumble.

"Do you still want to do something today?" He asked with a noticeable amount of hesitation in his voice.

"I always do," you admitted way too fast. "What changed since you canceled?"

"Woman, what's wrong with you right now?"

"Nothing. I'm just- hanging out with Goku. He was showing me his new form." You were struggling to focus as Goku nuzzled against your neck.

"Are you with Kakarot now?" He asked, still suspicious of you.

"Y-yeah, he's um... he's walking around here in ultra instinct form."

Goku's hand moved down your back to rest on the curve of your ass.

"I'll be there soon," he grunted before hanging up.

"I can make you come quickly," Goku said against your ear.

"Fuck, you can't say things like that. It's already so hard to say no." You sighed.

"Then don't say no. Let me." His hand moved down past your ass and between your thighs from behind, teasing you through your clothes.

"Goku, we can't."

You moaned involuntarily and pressed your body against his. He was so big and you could feel the power radiating off of him. Ultra instinct was definitely your favorite form next to blue.

"We can," he whispered, pressing his hand against your soaked cunt.

"You want it. You need it." He pressed against your clit.

"God I really do, but-" You whimpered as he touched you.

"Tell me what you need." His lips pressed against your neck.

"Woman! Where are you?" Vegeta yelled from the house. You quickly pulled away and tried to shake off the urge to let Goku fuck you against a tree.

"Let's talk tonight, okay?" You weren't ready to shut it down completely because you desperately needed it but there were things to consider.

He smirked with an arrogance that you'd seen on Vegeta's face. The new form really did change him.

"I'm back here,” you called out, still trying to regain some focus.

Vegeta lifted up into the air and flew over. "Showing off, Kakarot?"

"She wanted it," Goku said, glancing at you. You elbowed him in the ribs and walked up to Vegeta when he landed.

"Hey, gorgeous." You grinned when he scowled at you.

"Something is definitely wrong with you." He commented, looking you up and down.

"Stop saying that. I'm being perfectly normal." You felt your cheeks flush, hoping he didn't pick up on the same scent Goku did.

A low growl emanated from him. "You can't hide from me. I know when something is off."

"Why don't you tell me what's going on with you?" You challenged, knowing he would hold it in as long as he could.

"Kakarot, what's wrong with her? Did you do something?"

"I didn't do anything. She was already like this." Goku denied any hand in your awkwardness.

"Will you both stop talking like I'm not here?" You shot the both of them harsh glances.

"Don't glare at me, woman, I just got here," Vegeta chided. He crossed his arms and stared back, still searching for some indication of what was going on.

"I know what's wrong," Goku chimed in.

You immediately looked at Goku, begging him not to say anything.

"What is it, Kakarot?" Vegeta asked as he glanced between the two of you.

"Weren't you just saying how bad you wanted a day away from the city?"

You let out the breath you were holding and glanced at Vegeta.

"Why was that such a secret?" He asked, suspicions growing by the second.

"I didn't want you to feel like you have to take me somewhere." You shrugged, hoping he would buy it.

"That's ridiculous. Your inclinations don't dictate my actions." Vegeta was still skeptical.

"I just thought it would be nice to get away, but I didn't want to go alone." You continued with the lie.

"Why don't you take Kakarot?"

"I would but I need to work on controlling the ultra instinct form, I need to be able to hold it longer." Goku was almost too good at lying.

Vegeta grunted, "fine, but we're flying and we're coming back at sunset."

Not only would you get to cling to Vegeta while he flew, you would also get to spend a few hours alone with him. It felt like a wish had been granted by the dragon balls, but you had to contain your excitement.

"If you don't want to go, I'm not gonna force you," you said, trying to play it cool.

"I said we'll go, woman. Are you ready now?" He seemed even more on edge than usual. You wanted to ask, but knew he wouldn't give an honest answer.

"Yeah, ready whenever you are. Goku, we'll talk later?" You glanced back at him.

He lowered his power level and returned to his base form, "as long as you're cooking, I'll be there."

Vegeta bent down to let you hop on his back. "Hold on tight." His body was so warm and his scent was perfect. The ache between your thighs multiplied before his feet even left the ground.

You glanced back to see that same smirk plastered to Goku's face just as Vegeta took off. You held onto him tight, wrapping your legs around him as he flew. You tucked your face down into his back, reveling in how perfect his body felt against yours.

You didn't even know where he was taking you and it didn't matter. You would've been happy just flying around with him. Even though you had deep feelings for him, he was also your best friend and you missed him so much.

"Woman! You're too quiet."

"I'm not super fond of heights,” you admitted.

"You'll adjust,” he replied, offering no other comfort.

"Talk to distract me. How's Kyla?" You asked, even though you didn't really care.

"Frustrating as most of you humans are," he grumbled. You felt him take a deep breath and let it out.

"You know you can talk to me about anything, right? I won't try to fix it, I can just listen," you offered.

"What's the point in talking about it?" He sighed.

"To get it out. It helps just to talk sometimes." You urged.

He let out another sigh, "she's insufferable sometimes. I do what she wants but it's still not good enough."

"Did you get into a fight?"

Vegeta was generally very closed off when it came to talking about his relationship but you knew there was a least a little bit of fighting. You heard it when she called him a few times while you were hanging out.

"She kept pushing for me to stay with her today, so I did, and she was angry over something the entire time."

"Did she say what?" You pressed a little more.

"No, she just kept yelling about me choosing training over her and never spending time with her." He was finally opening up more, giving you a glimpse into his life.

"I mean, you were up front with her about how important training is, right? Before you got together?"

"She was well aware. I don't know why it's becoming a problem now. Frustrating woman," he growled.

"Not all women are like that. Most women are accepting of men's hobbies and often have their own,” you informed him.

"Maybe that's what she needs. A hobby. You could help her with that, couldn't you?" He asked as he neared the outskirts of the city.

"What, me?" You tried not to sound too surprised.

“You’re a woman, she’s a woman, surely there has to be something you have in common besides that?” He began to lower towards a hidden spot in the middle of a dense forest.

“Just because we’re women doesn’t mean we have hobbies in common but I can try, if you really want me to.”

"I wouldn't ask if I didn't think it would be helpful." He admitted as he finally stopped. You slid down his back and planted your feet on the ground, "I'll go see her tomorrow."

"Good, I have to train tomorrow. I'm surprised Kakarot didn't bring it up." He neared the water and stopped at the edge. You couldn't help but smile because he knew the exact kind of place to take you and it was out of cell range so you wouldn't be interrupted.

"I love coming out here. I wish I could just live here." You stepped towards the lake

"Away from everyone?" He glanced at you.

"I'd come visit if that's what you're worried about." You teased him with a nudge.

"I'd probably end up joining you. I don't care for humans."

"I didn't say anything about you joining me, and I'm a human, you'd get sick of me eventually." You gave him a sideways glance and smiled.

"You're one of the more bearable ones." He grunted.

You feigned a gasp, "is that a compliment? From the mighty prince Vegeta?"

"Stop it or I'll take it back." He blushed.

"Oh, no, you already said it. It's out there now." You grinned.

"No one else will know it was said if you don't make it back alive, woman." He raised an eyebrow in your direction.

"Oh please, you'd miss me too much. You'd be tracking down the dragon balls after a day. Dragging Goku along with you for yet another adventure," you mused.

"Adventu- we do not go on adventures. Take that back or I'm throwing you in the lake." He had turned to face you completely.

"You wouldn't dare. And what else do I call them? You go off and find things to fight or get into together,” you challenged him.

"Woman, I'm warning you. I know for a fact that water would be too cold for a weak little human like you." He stepped forward but you didn't budge.

"Throw me in that lake and you are coming to get me out. Do you really want to get all wet right now? Or do you just want to see me wet?" You played it off like you totally meant to say it but inside you were screaming.

He inched closer, "there are far easier ways for me to see you wet, woman."

You didn't know if he was joking, serious, or totally didn't mean it in the way you took it. You swallowed hard as the heat between your thighs returned and your need was back in full force.

“Oh yeah? Tell me how,” you challenged again. It wasn’t the best thing to do, but you finally had him possibly flirting. You had to see where it would go.

“Use your imagination, Earth woman. I’m sure you can figure it out.” Another statement that could be taken a number of ways and it left you even more flustered than before.

"You're just as insufferable as Earth women." You narrowed your eyes at him.

"As are you." He returned your glare.

It was taking everything you had not to launch yourself at him, but his words could have different meaning and you didn't want to misread anything.

“We’re both insufferable, maybe that’s why you like me so much.” You stepped forward, unable to stop yourself from pushing just a little bit more. There was a certain amount of guilt you felt because he was in a relationship but you pushed it aside, your judgement clouded by the overwhelming need to soothe the ache.

"You've been spending too much time with Kakarot. I don't like anyone." He said, but made no move to stop you.

"Then why bother taking me out of the city?" You wanted to know how he truly felt about you.

“Because I wanted to get away from humans for a while,” he said as if that was the most obvious answer.

“So, you took one with you? Just admit it, Prince Vegeta, you kinda like having me around,” you said, placing your hands on his shoulders.

His muscles tensed but quickly relaxed under your touch. “Like I said, you're one of the bearable ones."

"It's more than that and you know it. One day you'll give me a real compliment, I'll just wait til then." You dropped your hands to your sides and stepped away to turn towards the water. Having feelings for Vegeta was absolute torture but you couldn’t stop them from growing.

He stepped up next to you and sighed, “I don’t mind having you around.”

"Back at you." You smiled, enjoying the soft moment with him. You both stood there in silence for a moment. It was peaceful and it gave you time in your thoughts, which wasn't the best, but you had to calm yourself down before you did something stupid with him.

“Thank you for bringing me out here,” you said after a while. You took a chance and rested your head on his shoulder. It wasn’t the first time you did it, but that was only because you fell asleep next to him and ended up there. His body tensed but he didn’t move and that was enough for you.

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