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Hesitate (Rose Lavelle X Singer!Reader)

Request: Reader is Famous and releasing a music video. The team watches it, not realizing that it’s actually a relationship reveal or that rose is remembering how you two shot it.

Basically it’s just team chaos and Rose x Reader romantic fluff with a touch of humor mixed in inspired by the song Hesitate by the Jonas brothers.

Authors note: Hey dudes, I had fun with this one, so i really hope you enjoy it! Hit me up with Requests (especially baby reader or ABO ones) and comments. Its super motivating to hear what you guys think!

Rose rolled her eyes at her friends, not for the first time. Hell, probably not for the 50th time in the past hour.

She understood that they were all excited for your new single and music video drop, but they were annoying the shit out of her.

“Come on Rosie, get hype with us,”

“No.”

She didn’t want to get hyped. Not without you there. It was why she didn’t even want to attend the team's stupid watch party. She didn’t want to see your face on the projector they used to watch film. She didn’t want to watch the music video the two of you had created together with her friends.

She just wanted to stay under the covers and call you while it came on. While the world found out your secret.

But here she was.

“I heard that this album is more romantic than the last one,” Lindsey said, popping a piece of popcorn in her mouth, as you answered a few more fan questions.

Rose had to hold back her hum. She knew just how romantic the album was. She had heard all of the songs in various stages of completion. (It kinda came with dating).

You had trouble expressing your feelings in words, but it was easy for you when you could sing them.

“I mean, the last one was a depressing breakup album,” Kelley easily pointed out, bumping shoulders with her girlfriend.

“She seems like she’s in a much better place this time,” Kristie chimed in.

Rose knew you were, but she didn’t feel the need to explain that your last album had not been about a girl. Instead, it was about your family.

You had called it your most cathartic album, and frankly, she knew it was. She knew how freeing it was to finally say what you had been waiting to for so many years.

“Why don’t we ask her,” Emily suggested, whipping out her phone far too fast for anyone to feel comfortable.

“Emily no,” Sam gasped, already reaching for her phone.

“Emily, yes,” The defender said back, bolting to the other side of the room and already typing out a comment. “It’ll be fun to watch the other fans freak out,”

And then suddenly they all saw Emily's comment pop up on the screen.

Is the single about your new significant other?

And the stream of illegible comments that followed it from the fans.

Rose rolled her eyes, though she didn’t protest further. You also loved to watch the fans freak out. It was just more fun when she was there to laugh at what they were saying with you.

Hanging out on your album drop night was a tradition the two of you had kept for the 7 years of your relationship.

She was slightly disappointed she wouldn’t be able to be there for your time square album purchase, but she had responsibilities and you understood that.

At least she didn’t have to communicate with you on a public forum. She pulled her phone closer to her face.

You look cute in that bowtie

She typed the text and hit send (not for the first time that night), smirking when your phone pinged with her ringtone on the projector (a version of the fans chanting 7 nation army).

You furrowed your eyebrows as you read the text, and a blush bloomed across your face. You cleared your throat, “You guys know I don’t talk about who the songs are about,”

Your tongue poked out as you read some of the disappointed comments, showing off one of your dimples as your smirk grew. “Plus, I think it’s about time to get this show on the road,”

You wiggled your eyebrows.

“Thank you guys for tuning in and hanging out with me, this is Hesitate. I hope you enjoy,”

You sent one last megawatt smile to the camera and wiggled your fingers as the screen faded to black.

Pitter patters of rain filled the background, and the black screen turned into wet asphalt.

Rose closed her eyes, remembering the sound of the waves as you stood on the concrete pier and the smell of the ocean from the perch you had shot the scene on.

“Love is inherently terrifying. I think that being in love is working through that fear because you would do anything for that person,”

Your voice filled the room as the camera panned up to show you and a mystery girl on the Pier. You ran your finger through the girl's hair, brushing it out of her eyes.

And suddenly, Rose was transported back to that moment, with you.

******

“This is weird,” Rose mumbled, glancing over at you as you both leaned over the pier railing.

“It is, but it'll look cool in the end,” You shrugged, you wouldn’t deny that watching the waves below you while 10 different cameras were trained on you was kinda strange, but it was necessary. It was better than having every movement you were supposed to make scripted. “They’ve gotta have shots for the beginning and ones that they can filter in between the other shots,”

She hummed at the explanation. It made complete sense why you had to do it, but it didn’t change how odd the whole experience felt. But it didn’t feel bad. She was glad about that. It was why it had taken you nearly two years to convince her to be in one of your videos with you.

“So what do we do, just stand here and sway?” She asked, a slight scoff in her voice.

You knew the tone well and were glad it was the playful scorn that indicated some form of enjoyment over her actual annoyed voice.

“For a bit,” You said, turning towards her and grabbing her hand. You brought it up to your shoulder to get ready for the next section of the video. “And then we’ll get ready for the rain scene,”

Her nose scrunched, as her other hand came up to your shoulder and yours fell to her waist. “Do I have to?”

“No,” You chuckled, beginning to sway. “But it’ll be fun,”

She pouted, her head shaking slightly.

You smirked at the expression, glad that she was having an ok time with all of this (especially with how uncomfortable she had been with the idea in the beginning). “Haven’t you ever dreamed of dancing in the rain?”

“No. I’ve played soccer in the rain and that was more than enough for me,” She grumbled, still leaning into you.

“At least this rain will be warm,” You nudged her cheek with your nose.

She rolled her eyes, trying to fight the slight uptick of her lips. Your insistence was pretty adorable, and she was actually looking forward to being able to say that she had danced with you in the rain. “You say that like it’ll change my mind,”

You hummed, hearing the fondness in her tone, mixed with slight anxiety.

You knew rose didn’t believe she was the greatest dancer in the world, but together, the two of you would no doubt look amazing. Especially in a rainstorm.

“I promise I won’t let you fall,” You promised gently, leaning in and pecking her nose.

She chased your lips, her hands sliding off your shoulders to grip the collar of your leather jacket and pulling you back towards her, connecting your lips in a steaming kiss. You let her, savoring the way your lips moved together. Like they were made for each other.

Too late She thought, smoothing your collar as she let you pull away. “I didn’t think you would,”

You very carefully brushed a strand of hair from in front of her eyes, your features suddenly turning serious.

“I would do anything for you,”

The honesty in your voice should have terrified her, but it didn't. It sent a warm feeling through her chest. It made her feel safe, and it made her love you that much more. The earnest side of you was her favorite after all.

You slowly leaned forward, connecting your foreheads, pulling her a bit closer to you by your hands on her waist, and carefully beginning to rock to the rhythm of the music.

She noted how gentle your hands were on her. How you molded yourself to her with so much care. How you held her like she was the most important thing in the world.

She was after all.

You placed another very soft kiss on her nose and her cheek, starting to hum the words to the song like they were meant just for her.

They were after all.

“Pull me close and hold me tight, don’t be scared I’m on your side. There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you,”

She knew you meant those words, and she instinctively pulled you closer to her with the arms wrapped around your neck. Her fingers gently tangled in the baby hairs at the back of your head, scratching lightly at your skin.

It reminded her of the first time she had ever heard that part of the song. How the early morning light was filtering through the windows of your shared Seattle apartment, clueless to the fear coursing through her. You both had just gotten your schedules for the year, and between your tour schedule and her soccer schedule, your days together had been limited to under 50. It had been scary, but in the morning light, you promised the two of you would make it through. Together.

You had kept your promise.

She tilted her head up, just slightly unable to fight the urge to connect your lips softly. You hummed in surprise, but leaned into it nonetheless, unbothered by how it had probably ruined the take.

You would never complain about kissing Rose. Ever.

You pulled back, smiling gently down at her. “What was that for?”

“Do I have to have a reason to kiss you?” She smirked back, her finger playing with the curls at the very back of your neck.

You shook your head lightly. “No, I’m just surprised. You’ve kissed me twice today,”

“I’m full of surprises baby,” Her eyes glimmered with the words, and you couldn’t help the laugh that escaped you. “Trust me, I know,”

You did know. Rose seemed to make it her mission in life to keep you on your toes, and you loved it. Your banter was one of your favorite aspects of your relationship, and you were glad that it hadn’t faded in the six years that you had been together.

You pulled her back into you, beginning to sway to the music again, enjoying the way she felt pressed up against you.

“There's nothing I wouldn’t do for you,” You hummed to the song, twirling her away from you and rolling her back in so her back was to your front.

Her little giggle made you smile, and you couldn’t fight the urge to kiss her cheek again. She made you feel giddy. Like a small child, and you loved it.

You twirled her again, and pulled her close, rocking her as the song loop restarted.

“Cut!” The director yelled, pulling you out of your moment with Rose, and drawing both of your attention to him.

You liked Tony. Despite his outward cockiness, he had always treated you well, and his partner Steve was an absolute sweetheart.

He passed his assistant his shiny aviators and took his clipboard as he approached the two of you, and you leaned away from rose slightly, just because you could never focus when she was so close to you.

“That was amazing you two,” He smiled widely at you, patting his clipboard. “I think the chemistry between you is off the charts on camera,”

Rose’s cheeks flamed at his assessment, and you couldn’t help but kiss them again.

“Thanks,”

“We’ve got everything that we need for the first scene. Are you two ready for the water scenes?” He asked, glancing down at his clipboard.

You made eye contact with Rose. It was her comfort that really mattered to you. “You ready?”

“With you, always,” She hummed, leaning further into you.

“Then let's do it,”

*****

“It’s gotta be weird filming these things,”

Rose blinked up at the sound of Lindsey’s voice, and Kelley’s little nudge to her shoulder.

She shared a look with the older defender, blushing at being caught daydreaming.

“Like imagine actually dating her while she’s doing things like this with some random actress,” Lindsey continued, completely oblivious to the silent conversation happening next to her.

Rose had to agree though. Watching you do music videos with random actresses (or random singers) was a very very weird experience.

She was proud to say that the only one that had ever sparked her jealousy was your performance of Senorita with Camila at the VMA awards, and that was because the young singer didn’t seem to understand that you were already in a committed relationship.

Maybe that's part of the reason she had agreed to do the music video with you. Maybe she was just ready to be out to the world with you.

She was so proud to be yours and you hers that you wanted to share it.

“It’s interesting that they haven’t shown her face yet though,” Sam added, gesturing towards the screen where they could see the girl back, surrounded by white sheets and too fluffy pillows.

Your finger dragged against her cheek as you transitioned into the first chorus, and she had to admit that it looked amazing and romantic, despite how awkward she had felt filming it.

******

You flipped your hand, holding Rose’s palm up with your own.

“Just relax,” You smiled impishly at her, moving your joined hands in slow circles through the air just above your faces. You pushed and pulled, making random shapes in the air for a long minutes before you dragged your fingers down to intertwine with hers.

“You’re a dork,” Rose chuckled, rolling her eyes when you brought the back of her hand to your lips.

“Hmm, but I’m your dork. Only yours” You smirked back, glad that she was at least having an OK time despite all of the cameras. You knew that this was the scene she had been most nervous about. It was the most intimate, with her in a tank top and you in just a crew neck, surrounded by fluffy white sheets.

She let out another low chuckle, using her other hand to brush a curl out of your eyes. “You are,”

“And you’re mine,” You said. You felt the honesty in your words, and you knew that Rose did too. You pulled her hand to your chest, right over your heart.

“I will take your pain. And put it on my heart. I won't hesitate. Just tell me where to start” You hummed softly, staring into Rose’s blue eyes like it was only the two of you here in this moment.

She couldn’t help herself.

She leaned over you, bracing herself with a hand next to your head, her lips very close to yours. “I thank the oceans for giving me you, you saved me once now ill save you too. I won’t hesitate for you,”

You hummed the words in tandem, and you knew that she meant them as much as you did.

You let go of your connected hand, instead choosing to wrap it around her hip, steadying her.

“Am I yours?” She asked coyly, her breath fanning across your lips.

You unconsciously licked yours, smirking.

You surged forward, dropping your hand from her hip to the back of her thigh, using the momentum to flip your positions.

“You are,” You hummed confidently, leaning down to very gently connect your lips with her.

“Don’t you ever forget it,” She mumbled against your lips, her hand wrapping in the collar of your shirt to pull you down even further into her.

“And cut,” Tony’s voice broke you out of the moment, and you jerked back, nearly falling off the bed.

“Great job you two. Your chemistry is unparalleled,” He continued. “Now I just need some shots of y/n singing,”

Your cheeks flamed just as much as Rose’s did this time. You hadn’t meant to get so caught up. You didn’t like exhibiting the more intimate aspects of your relationship in front of people. The softness was only for Rose’s eyes. It was just so hard not to with Rose. She made you feel things so deeply, and even now it was difficult to keep your hands to yourself when you were with her.

You cleared your throat. “Can do,”

Rose smirked at you, nudging your ribs under the covers. You glared at her.

Tony clapped, smiling brightly at you.

“Maybe recreate the moment with Rose's hand on your chest?” He suggested.

You nodded, intertwining your fingers with Rose’s. You kissed the back of her hand and pulled it back down to your chest, right over your heart.

You were sure she could feel how quickly it was beating.

“Like this?” You asked, looking over your shoulder at where he was stationed behind one of the camera screens.

“Rose lean in just a bit, and you look directly at the ceiling” He directed, his fingers fluttering as she shifted down on the pillow and closer to you. So close that her nose nudged your cheek, helping to relax the sudden tension that had overcome you.

Relaxing you enough so you could feel natural.

“Perfect,” He called out, and you glanced at him from the side of your eye, staring directly up at the camera placed above your head. “if you could just say the I’m yours again, and then we’ll take it from the chorus,”

“Sure,” You hummed.

Rose chucked from beside you, moving her nose against your cheek again. You wouldn’t want to do this type of video with anyone else.

******

“I mean, they have to be close to each other,” Emily said, waving her hand towards the screen. Rose had to agree. Though the shot again didn’t show her face, it did show the way her nose pressed into your cheeks, even as you moved your joined hands to your heart.

“Look how comfortable they look together,” The defender continued, oblivious to Rose’s thoughts.

Lindsey’s head cocked to the side, “Do you think that this is like an actual relationship reveal?”

Kelley snorted at both of her girlfriends, “Why else would they hide the actress’ face?”

Rose rolled her eyes at the obvious answer, but that was your plan after all.

You wanted the fans to know how important the person in the video with you was. You wanted them to be drawn in and pay attention to how the two of you moved together. That’s exactly what it did.

It still amazed her how you knew how to get your message across to your fans, and the artistry it took to do it with the subtlety and grace that you did.

“Like, how cliche is it to come out in a music video,” Emily cackled, earning a glare from Rose.

You put so much thought into every aspect of what you did, she wouldn’t let her friends minimize that.

“She’s not coming out,” Rose grumbled, crossing her arms over her chest. “She‘s just revealing her relationship,”

“It’s more than we’ve ever gotten before,” Lindsey shrugged, raising an eyebrow at Rose as the image on the screen changed.

It was a high shot of a full stadium, each fan holding up a light so they looked like stars. All except for one.

The spotlight on you also happened to light up a girl in the audience, but again all the fans would be able to see was her back. Your eyes never left her, despite the camera flying over the audience.

It was an incredible shot, one that conveyed that no matter how much you were singing to the fans, really you were singing to her.

“God, imagining being the only one she’s actually singing to when she’s on stage,” Kelley said, waving her hand at the shot.

“Imagine them actually shooting it,” Sam countered, and Rose couldn’t help but shrug.

*****

The hum of drones was loud, even as you stood together in front of the stage. It was weird to watch the audience file in and still have you next to her.

You almost never got to see the audience trail in with her. You were always backstage, getting ready, or tucked away so no one saw you were a surprise guest before they were supposed to.

But here, with only 500 people, it was easy to stay.

“Don’t worry, Quinn and Lexa will be with you the whole time,” You mumbled, kissing her cheek and pulling her more tightly to your chest.

“I wasn’t worried,” she hummed, her hands scratching over your arms as she leaned back into your warm form.

She wasn’t used to you being so openly affectionate in public, but she couldn’t find it within herself to complain.

She knew you were nervous about her being in the crowd without you. That’s why you had assigned your top security to be beside her, but the fans didn’t know who she was. Not to you anyway.

“I know, but I was,” You muttered, earning a giggle from her.

Your overprotective nature was something the two of you constantly joked about.

“I don’t know what I would do if I lost you,” you added, squeezing her just a bit, unaware of the cameras on you or the microphone recording your conversation.

Rose chuckled, turning in your arms so you were facing each other, and pressing your foreheads together. “You haven’t lost me this far, I’m not gonna go running away now,”

You tensed slightly.

Your relationship had been far from perfect. You had a hard time expressing yourself in the beginning, and your track record in relationships wasn’t great when you met Rose.

But she had stuck with you through the 3 am fight and makeups, through the pressure of your first album and the success that had only brought more pressure, through your growing pains.

She taught you what unconditional love was, and you learned how to let down your walls for her.

You loved her with your whole heart.

“I’d chase you if you did,” You hummed. “You’ve got a piece of me that I’ll never get back,”

“I’ve got no plans to give it back,” She chuckled, tilting her head slightly to connect your lips, her fingers tangling in the little curls at the very back of your neck.

You let out a low groan in your throat, your fingers squeezing her hips gently and pulling her impossibly closer to you.

“Very good ladies,” Tony clapped, and you jerked away from Rose, earning a giggle from her as she caught your shoulders to steady you.

“Oh, Um thanks,” You mumbled, adamantly not looking at the man. You may or may not have forgotten him and the crowd were even there.

Tony smiled gently at you, “We’re ready if you two want to get into position?”

Your fingers flexed around Rose’s hips. You weren’t ready to let her go. You would never be ready.

“We’re going to do the wide shots, and then we’ll clear the stadium for the water shots,” Tony continued with the wave of his hand, already heading back towards the cameras.

“I guess that’s our cue,” You breathed out, all of your attention turning back to Rose.

She smiled gently at you. “We’ll only be apart for like an hour. It’s not gonna kill you,”

You pouted. “I know, but I’ll still miss you,”

“You’re a dork,” Rose rolled her eyes, shoving your shoulder.

You grabbed the limb, pretending to be wounded. “But I’m your dork,”

Rose rolled her eyes again, reaching out and grabbing your belt loops to pull you back to her.

“Say it again for me?”

You leaned closer, connecting your foreheads again.

“I’m yours. Every part of me,” You murmured against her lips, the sincerity dripping through every syllable, even as your lips ticked up into a smirk. “even the crazy music parts,”

Rose’s lips ticked up to mirror your expression. “I’m yours too,” She hummed. “all weird soccer traditions included,”

You tilted forward, connecting your lips again, just as she finished the sentence.

“Wouldn’t have it any other way,” You said as you parted.

“Now go rock the stage,”

She leaned up and pecked your lips before shoving you away again.

“You better enjoy it,” You huffed, stepping away from her and towards where the stage managers were waiting for you.

“You know I will,” She laughed loudly, moving towards her own waiting managers.

You blew her a kiss before turning away. You would put on a show just for her.

******

“Holy shit,” Rose’s eyes went wide as the sound of the audience overwhelmed the music, and the shot zoomed in over her shoulder so you were front and center.

Then the shot changed, flashing to you in the same position in every scene you had shot. The noise of the audience got louder as the images shifted more rapidly, suddenly going still on a closeup of your face.

It was easy to see you had someone wrapped in your arms, your lips close to her ear.

And then your voice sounded, soft but sincere just over the audience.

I don’t know what I’d do without you. You have a piece of me I’ll never get back. I’m yours.

The scene shifted on screen, pulling out wide to show you holding her at the pier.

The sound of her own voice shocked her. I’m yours too.

But she didn’t have time to process before the song restarted, the bridge building as the rain crashed around the two of you on screen.

“Damn,” Emily muttered, leaning back in her chair.

It truly was an incredible sight, you twirling a girl in the rain on the pier, spliced in with the image of the same dance on the beach and in an entirely empty stadium.

It was a breathtaking shot, but Rose was still caught up in how they had used her voice. How they had taken words that were meant only for you and her.

“Imagine fucking dancing with her in the rain,” Kristie cackled as the video rolled on.

“Imagine her saying that to you,” Lindsey countered.

“And then writing a song about it,” Kelley hummed. Side eyeing where Rose was still frozen on the bed.

She could have sworn that the last, whispered line was Rose. The midfielder also held a strong resemblance to the girl you were with on screen.

She knew the midfielder was in a relationship and had been for a long time, but it couldn’t be with you, right?

Rose let out a low sound of agreement from the back of her throat. It did feel good that you wrote songs about her.

It felt even better that she was one of the first ones to get to hear the songs you wrote. There was nothing quite like you sitting on your living room floor, strumming your guitar to a tune she didn’t quite know, or the two of you listening to a new track in the car for the first time.

“But it’s gotta suck filming rain scenes,” Emily said suddenly. “Like imagine all that cold water crashing around you, and then having to stay out in it,”

Rose shrugged. “It’s warm rain,”

****

“Easy,” You hummed, very carefully steading Rose as she tripped over her own two feet in the sand. “Can’t ruin the outfit before we even get it on camera,”

She rolled her eyes goodnaturedly at you, leaning further into your form. She hadn’t expected the sand on the beach to be so deep. “You’re an asshole,”

You shrugged, your fingers tightening just a bit where they rested just above her hips as she wobbled again. “No, I’d be an asshole if I threw you into the tide,”

You tilted your head towards the water growing closer to your position, just barely away from where the light stands stood. Soon they would be touching, but you didn’t really mind. The production staff had it all planned out anyway, and you were sure they were waterproof considering that the rain was coming.

“You wouldn’t,” She huffed, pinching your side and earning a chuckle from you.

“No, I won’t,” You agreed, chuckling slightly. “It’d ruin the video,”

She actually pushed you this time, earning a louder laugh. “You’re an ass,”

You had expected it. The two of you had been in the sand for hours, taking various shots.

“So you’ve said,” You smirked, pulling her back to you. “Just a few more minutes and we can go back to our hotel and chill,”

You followed that up with a kiss on her forehead, ignoring the low hum of the rain machine above you.

“I still can’t believe you booked a five-star,” Rose mumbled, leaning her head back on your chest. “I don’t even want to know how much it costs per night,”

“I didn’t pick the hotel,” You said, beginning to rock with her again as the rain machine made another noise. “It’s in the production budget or whatever,”

“Just know I plan on putting it to good use,” Rose huffed, moving her body in time with you, trying not to glance up at the machine.

They never told you when they started it, wanting your reactions to be real, but she had learned from the pier not to stare up at it. A face full of water wasn’t very fun, not when the droplets were made to show up on screen.

“How very economic of you,” You chuckled, twirling her gently before pulling her back.

“I’m nothing if not pragmatic,” She said back seriously as the machine above you gave a loud whoosh and the water started to fall.

“It’s one of the reasons I love you,” You mumbled sweetly, kissing her hair again.

“Is it?” She asked, letting you twirl her again, her hair spinning out in the rain.

“Hmm,” The sound came from the back of your throat, your eyes following her form as you spun her again, before rolling her back towards you.

She batted her eyes at you. “Tell me more,”

“Well,” You rolled your own eyes, swaying as the song restarted. “How do I love thee, let me count the ways,”

Her lips ticked up at your mention of Shakespeare. While she loved his work, she knew you weren’t a major fan. You still sat through every production she wanted to see for her.

She also knew you had memorized the poem, and translated it into the song All of Me just for her.

“Are you going to quote the poem for me?”

You shrugged, seeming unbothered by the water crashing around you. “I wasn’t, but I can if you want,”

She hummed. “Your own poems are fine,”

You blushed, even as cool water washed over your face, leaning in and kissing her gently. “I love you. I am who I am because of you. You are every reason, every hope, and every dream I've ever had, and no matter what happens to us in the future, every day we are together is the greatest day of my life. I will always be yours,”

She couldn’t help but laugh at the quoted line from her favorite movie. “So are you my Noah?”

“And cut!” Toney bellowed before you could answer, and the rain ceased with as much vigor as it had started. “While I love your chemistry still, we can’t use any direct quotes, so try and keep it off the cuff,”

“That was off the cuff?” You pouted, whipping a fallen curl out from in front of your eyes and into the rest of the hair plastered to your head by the rain.

“Yeah, she’s just a dork who is good at memorizing literature to pull out at random moments,” Rose agreed.

It had been a quark you had since high school. One she had grown to cherish.

“I’m not a dork,” You grumbled.

“You are,” Rose cackled, shoving your shoulder, laughing harder when your pout deepened.

“Fine, but I’m only your dork,”

“This is what im talking about,” Tony interrupted you, as you pulled Rose closer to you. “Keep it out of copyright law,”

You rolled your eyes, waving your hand dismissively. “Shakespeare is in the public domain,”

“Not the point,” Tony said seriously, frustration breaking into his tone for the first time. “Give me something organic to work with,”

The problem was that it was organic from you. It was easier to talk using the words of others than it was to use your own. Especially when there were hundreds of cameras on you.

It was easier for you when you were alone with Rose, or you felt alone at least.

You gave him a node and he spun on his heel waving his hands towards the cameramen.

“From the top,”

You took a deep breath as the rain machine creaked above you, wrapping your arms around Rose's waist as hers found their way to your shoulders, her fingers tangling in the damp curls at the back of your neck.

“I’ll be your Noah too, if that’s what you want me to be,” You whispered conspiratorially, toying with the back hem of her shirt.

“Let’s keep our clothes on until we get to the stupid fancy hotel,” Rose said back, equity as soft, her voice dipping. “And then you can show me how much of that scene you remember,”

You wiggled your eyebrows at her change in octave, beginning to sway as the music started. “As you wish,”

She slapped your shoulder at the line, shaking her head, just as the rain restarted around you.

“Shut up and dance with me,”

You smirked at your own line being repeated to you. “Remember we need to be organic,”

*****

“How do you know that?” Emily asked, pulling Rose back into reality.

She blinked at her friends and their accusing faces, how was she supposed to tell them?

Again the music on screen paused and she turned just in time to see the closeup of your face, your drenched curls stuck to your forehead, your lips just inches from the microphone.

You took one breath and then another, the sound echoing through the room just as it had echoed through the stadium.

“Because,” Rose muttered, entirely engrossed in the music video.

The shot slowly pulled out and turned to show herself standing just across from you, close enough that she could almost touch the microphone too.

“I won’t hesitate for you,”

Her on-screen self took a step forward and allowed you to pull her into your arms. “I know,”

“You’re dating Y/n?!”

“Why didn’t you tell us?!”

“Damn,”

“How long?!”

The words of her friends blended together as the two of you shared a long kiss on screen, chaste by any real measure, but obviously full of love. “Yes, I’ll marry you,”

It was genius to cut out your actual proposal. The words you had said while the two of you were alone on stage, another moment when you didn’t know the cameras were rolling. It fit in so well to how you described it, writing your vows before you actually wrote your vows.

The song was a promise to her, and the video showed how much you intended to keep it.

“I’d give it all for you,”

The screen turned black and the words she said yes were written in your messy cursive, and a smaller yes in her own scrawl joined your words.

The squeals of her friends nearly drowned out the last line of the song as they threw themselves at her.

She would give everything for you too.

Even if you were a dork.

“Yes, you’ll get to meet her Sonnett. Stop shaking me,”

#uswnt imagines #uswnt x reader #uswnt imagine #rose lavelle imagine #rose lavelle x reader

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likecastle · 1 year

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ST Femslash Week - 80s gay culture

A little ficlet about 80s gay culture for @strangerthingsfemslashweek, only slightly late!

Content note for a little bit of internalized homophobia/biphobia--nothing super explicit, more anxiety on both Robin and Nancy's part

The first time it happens, Robin bounds up the stairs onto Nancy’s floor and hears the unmistakable strains of Patti Smith. It’s loud enough that she can hear the lyrics distinctly—Oh, she looks so good, oh, she looks so fine, Patti drawls. Well, Robin thinks, one of Nancy’s neighbors has good taste.

As she gets closer to the end of the hall, she realizes the music is coming from Nancy’s apartment. Only it can’t be Nancy, because Nancy’s never expressed anything but the vaguest interest any of the, oh, roughly six million times Robin’s gushed about how cool Patti Smith is. And I got this crazy feeling, Patti croons, that I’m gonna ah-ah make her mine.

When Robin knocks on the door, the music cuts off sharply, and she could swear she hears something crash over inside. A moment later, Nancy comes to the door looking flustered.

“You’re early,” she says irritably.

Robin shrugs and pushes her way into Nancy’s apartment. “They let me out for good behavior.”

On the kitchen table, she can see the cassette case for Horses, fresh out of its cellophane wrapping. Several more tapes are spilling out of a Rose Records bag—Joan Armatrading, Tracy Chapman . . . if her eyes don’t deceive her, the Indigo Girls.

“They got you doing music reviews now?” Robin asks, leaving aside the fact that none of these albums are recent enough to be news, at this point.

Nancy’s cheeks are a wild pink, and she won’t meet Robin’s eye. “Just . . . trying something different.”

It doesn’t escape her notice that these are all albums Robin has talked Nancy’s ear off at one point or another in the past few years. They’re all albums she could have easily borrowed from Robin, if she’d wanted to. But she didn’t. So Robin props a grin on her face and says, “OK. Want to order a pizza?”

The second time it happens, Robin turns a corner in Women & Children First to find Nancy studying the back cover of Rubyfruit Jungle with such intensity that she doesn’t even look up when Robin almost runs into her.

“Hey, Nance,” Robin says softly, and Nancy jerks, dropping to book and then almost bashing her head on the shelf when she bends to pick it up.

“Hi,” Nancy says, fingers flexing around the spine of the paperback. “Robin. Hello.”

Robin can’t help grinning. “Howdy.” She gives Nancy a little wiggle of her fingers for good measure. “Sorry I scared you.”

“It’s not—you didn’t—” Nancy is blushing again. It looks good on her, Robin thinks hopelessly. “It’s fine.”

“I hereby offer you a free pass to scare the living daylights out of me at some undisclosed future moment.” She mimes handing over an invisible coupon, and Nancy, apparently too startled to resist her nonsense, pretends to take it, staring down at her empty hand with a bemused half smile.

There’s a knock on the window, and Robin sees her date standing on the sidewalk outside. “Oh, shit, sorry,” she says. “I’m meeting—someone. Gotta go!”

As she dashes out of the shop, she doesn’t think too hard about why she didn’t tell Nancy she was going on a date. She just didn’t want to make Nancy uncomfortable, that’s all.

And later, after her date is long gone, she doesn’t stay up into the early hours of the morning, wondering what it means that Nancy is checking out the lesbian fiction section of Robin’s favorite bookstore.

The third time it happens, they’re in Robin’s living room, deciding what movie to watch. Nancy is leaning over the bookshelf where Steve and Robin’s video collection lives, pulling out tapes apparently at random.

“What about this?” Nancy asks, holding out the sky blue box for Desert Hearts.

“Uh,” Robin says, and this time she’s the one who’s blushing, the heat rushing all the way down to her collar bones. “I’m not sure you’re ready for that one.”

“Why not?”

The truth is, Robin’s half afraid Nancy would notice how worn the tape’s gotten, that she’d realize how many times Robin’s watched it over and over. Maybe she’s a little afraid, too, of sharing something that has meant so much to her, only to find it doesn’t mean the same things to Nancy.

“That’s all right,” Nancy says, slipping the box back on the shelf. “I’ve already seen it.”

“You—what? Really?”

Nancy nods, her eyes back on the shelf, half turned away from Robin so that all Robin can see is her delicate profile behind a haze of curls.

“But—why?” Robin blurts out, before she can think better of it.

That gets Nancy to look at her. “Maybe I just wanted to try something different,” she says, and this time it’s not the self-conscious excuse it was in her kitchen. The words are almost defiant, almost a dare, and Robin really doesn’t want to be reading too much into this, but she has to know.

“Is that all it is? Just . . . curiosity?”

“Not . . . just.” Nancy comes over and sits next to Robin on the couch—not at the other end of the couch, like she usually does, but right next to Robin, so that their knees bump when she settles down. “You say that like it’s something trivial, to be curious.”

“For some people it is,” Robin says carefully. “And it’s OK, if that’s all it is, I just . . . don’t think I can help you with that.”

Nancy puts a tentative hand on Robin’s, her eyes so clear and blue this close up. “And if it’s not?”

Robin realizes she’s been holding her breath, and the remedy stings her lungs, almost makes her dizzy. “Well,” she says, “I guess we could find out together.”

#stranger things femslash week #ronance #robin buckley #nancy wheeler

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salaapaoo · 1 year

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Cale and kids go flower viewing and end up be dazzled flowered. He gets found by Ron when he is makes flower crowns, bookmarks something and Ron is thinking about the past or something. Dunno c:

With spring brought the delicate blossoms that decorated the tops of trees, their loose petals carried away by the warm breeze. The forest surrounding their villa was slowly painted over by soft shades of pinks and whites.

The sunlight streamed through the glass panes of Cale's balcony door, settling onto the red haired man where he laid, basking in the welcoming heat. His face partially covered where he buried it in the white linens.

"OOF--" his eyes snapped open as three familiar weights pounced onto his stomach.

"Human!" Raon's voice was filled with wonder, "Wake up!!"

"Yeah! Cale-nya, wake up!" Hong joined in.

His eyes met the bright, sparkling ones that belonged to his three children, where they laid on his front.

"The trees are in full bloom," On spoke softly, "Come look at them with us!"

The younger two began to whine, begging him from the start so that he had no room to try to wiggle out of going out. He wouldn't have rejected their offer anyways, but... they knew how weak he was to their bright.. sparkling... pleading eyes....

"Alright, get off me then," he sighed.

The two boys hooted with joy, and the eldest, although not as loud, had the same amount of joy visible on her face.

The three children sped through the grassy field as the blossoms rained down around them. Their hands reached out towards the clear sky as they created a game out of catching the fluttering petals.

Cale felt a familiar pressure behind his eyes as he activated record, his body barely heating up a notch, but easily cooled down by a gust of wind. The fluttering bliss in his chest, the children's laughter, the beautiful weather... they were all things that he wanted to remember forever.

Soon enough, though, the sunlight and the children's tittering laugher lulled him into a comfortable nap. Delicate blades of grass tickled against his arm with every sweep of the wind.

(the wind elementals dance around him, singing songs of spring as the blossoms follow their lead, cascading down around the human).

"-oung master..." a voice calls out to him, pulling him back out from his slumber, "Young master, I've brought refreshments."

Cale's eyes fluttered open at the sound of Ron's voice and he was immediately greeted by the sight of flowers surrounding him. He reached up to scratch at the ticklish feeling in his hair to find a flower crown.

He blearily looked at his old butler, who somehow knew exactly what he was thinking, and told him that the trio had returned to the villa, leaving Ron to wake him when they heard that there were freshly baked cookies waiting for them.

wow, betrayal.

Flowers and petals dropped into his lap as he sat up. He pinched the stem of one between his fingers, twirling it back and forth as he thought.

"Get me some albums"

"Yes, young master," Ron's dutifully responded. Even without looking up, Cale could practically see the way the butler's lips probably curled into a smile with just his tone of voice.

(Cale spends a few more minutes carefully placing the flowers in between parchment paper in books before pressing them shut).

#tcf #lcf #trash of the count’s family #lout of the count's family #cale henituse #raon miru #tcf on #tcf hong #asks #salaapaoo fic ideas #thank you so much for asking !!!!!!!#big brain thoughts #am so soft #he totally has a bookmark with their flowers that he uses every time he reads #which is like #everyday #I think he would probably have a picture frame of them all together and have some of the flowers in the frame as well??

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fraybay · 2 years

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Rumors

Pairing: Jack Harlow x Actress!OFC

TW: Angst

Link to Part 2

Shae awoke to the sound of back-to-back notifications blaring from her phone. She groaned as she reached an arm out from under the covers and blindly groped at her bedside table to silence her phone.

She stretched before pulling the covers down to her waist and adjusted her bonnet while she rubbed her eyes.

The bathroom door opened, and out walked her boyfriend with a towel wrapped around his waist.

She let out a wolf whistle and laughed at how Jack immediately started blushing, "Baby, stooooop. It's way too early for you to be messing with me."

She leaned back on the headboard and wiggled her eyebrows at him, "You should have woken me up, I would have joined you."

He moved across their room to get to their closet as he responded, "You looked so peaceful sleeping, I didn't want to disturb you. Especially since all I've got planned for the next week is just a whole lot of time with you."

Shae couldn't help the smile that broke out on her face. Jack had been touring almost non-stop since his album had dropped and she'd missed getting to spend real time with him instead of the stolen pockets of time they were able to carve out with both of their work schedules.

She grabbed her phone while she waited for Jack to reappear out of their closet. Upon opening Instagram, she saw that she had over a hundred notifications which usually meant that some sort of picture or interview clip of Jack had gone viral.

The internet was either tagging her: to tell her she was so lucky to be Jack's partner or to ask her ‘this you?’ if he’d said or done something particularly cringy.

She clicked on the first notification and almost dropped her phone. Tears immediately pricked her eyes, and she ripped off the covers and stormed into their shared walk-in.

Jack, now in sweatpants but still shirtless, turned around, ready to crack a joke about her wanting to pick out his outfit, but it quickly died on his tongue when he saw the look on her face.

"Are you okay?"

She crossed her arms as she demanded, "Do you have something that you need to tell me?"

"No, I don't," scratched the back of his neck, confusion marring his face, "but, clearly, you think I do."

"Did you really think you weren't going to get caught?” Shae questioned.

Frustration started to creep into Jack’s voice, "What are you tal-"

The shrill ring of Jack's business phone, which was charging in their bedroom, cut through the air.

She motioned her head toward the door, “You should answer that.”

Jack shook his head, “It can wait.”

Shae leaned on the island that occupied the middle of the closet as she sneered, “You should answer that and let Neelam and your PR team give you a lie to tell me and the rest of the world because it’s obvious you didn't think of one in advance.”

“I get that you're upset about something, but you need to adjust your tone,” the rapper retorted as he leaned on the opposite side of the island. “I don't even know what you seem to think I've done that would warrant a PR team meeting so would you like to clue me in or just keep throwing insults at me?”

Shae slid her phone across the island to him. He unlocked it and felt a sense of dread settle in his stomach at the picture staring back at him.

He swiped through the photos in disbelief. He opened his mouth to speak but his phone went off again causing both to stare at one another.

“As I said, go ahead and answer.” Shae turned to walk out of the closet. She stopped in the doorway and turned her head to face Jack, “We can have a conversation, but this relationship is over. You might be able to salvage your "internet boyfriend" reputation so that phone call should be your priority right now.”

Without waiting for his reply, she stormed off, leaving Jack flabbergasted in her wake.

**************

Jack entered the living room, his heart breaking at the sight of his girlfriend curled up into a ball on their couch, trying her best to keep her tears under control. He gently placed Shae's phone on the coffee table in front of her before he gingerly sat on the opposite end of the couch.

Shae could hear the panic in his voice as he explained, “My team and I decided to hold off on putting out a statement until we can get to the bottom of all of this.”

“Aka you're going to try and pay off this girl to take back her statement,” she wiped her eyes and sniffled, “but you need a few days to arrange that.”

“Shae, I have never and would never cheat on you. That isn't me in those pictures nor the video and those Instagram messages are fake,” he defended.

A hollow laugh escaped Shae’s lips, “So you expect me to believe that even though a) the days lineup with you being in Miami without me; b) she's wearing a hoodie that I had custom made for you; and c) she says it was you along with messages showing you sliding into her DMs, that somehow, someway, you didn't cheat? And you think I should believe you just because it's not a clear picture of your face? Boy, I may have been born at night but I sure as hell wasn't borne last night.”

“Baby, I know how bad it all looks,” he tried to assure her.

She scoffed, “If that isn't the understatement of the year.”

“I'm going to get to the bottom of this, I swear.” He took a deep breath and ran his hand through his hair, “All I’m asking is for you to trust me for just a few days.”

“No, you're asking me to sweep this under the rug like all the other rapper's wives, girlfriends, and side pieces while your team comes behind you and cleans up your mess,” Shae countered. “But I'm not them. I've told you ever since we first met that I won't stay with a cheater. I don't care how much I love you; I'm not standing beside you on this.”

“After all these years, you think I don’t know that, Shae!” Jack argued. “That’s why I would never cheat on you. I know there's no coming back from that. Look, you can call any of PG or Neelam, and they'll t-“

“Lie for you,” she spat, interrupting his pleas. “Because they're your friends. You really expect me to believe that they wouldn't hesitate to lie to my face to protect you? Be for fucking real, Jackman.”

“You know me, Shae. You know I would never risk losing you like this,” Jack softly set a hand on her leg.

She shook off his hand as she countered, “I know the Jack I fell in love with 3 years ago wouldn't. But I'm not so sure about the Jack that's in front of me.”

Jack instantly recoiled as if he’d been slapped, “What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

“It means that you and this relationship have changed, and I don't know that it’s for the better.” Shae tilted her head back and tried to blink away a new way of tears as she choked out, “This girl and whatever other women you've been sleeping with are probably a hell of a lot easier to deal with since they're just so glad to be in Jack Harlow's bed. You don't have to be accountable for how you make them feel and how you treat them.”

“Shaela Denise, look at me.” When she refused to follow his command, he reached out and lightly, but firmly guided her head so she was looking him in the eye, “I swear to you that isn't me. I know how it looks, okay? I know how crazy I sound and I know that things have been a little rocky with us lately,” He clasped her hands in his as his voice cracked, “but I would rather work through rocky with you than have anything with anyone else. Baby, please, I need you to trust me.”

Shae untangled her hands from his and looked away as she lowly spoke, “One of us should leave.”

“Sha-“

She talked over him, knowing that if they kept talking, she would probably cave because she so badly wanted to believe him over the mountain of evidence, “I know you're supposed to be here for the week, so I think it'd be best if I went back to Atlanta and stayed with my sister until you head back out on the road. I can arrange to have my stuff out of here while you're gone. If you don't feel comfortable with me doing that without you, I'd be okay with your mom or Clay being here while I pack up everything.”

A defeated sigh spilled from Jack’s lips as he replied, “You don't need to leave. This is your house just as much as it is mine.”

Shae shook her head, “It’s in your name and in your hometown. The only thing keeping me here was that it was your preference. There's nothing else here that I would want to stick around for.”

“Don’t waste the money going to Atlanta just to come back here.” He stood and looked down at her, “I'll go stay with Urban. I can send him over to grab more clothes for me so you won't have to see me.”

“Okay.”

Jack went back to their room and made quick work of grabbing clothes and other things he’d need while he was out of the house, leaving Shae to silently cry.

After a few minutes, Jack came back into the living room with a bag. He set the bag next to the couch before he knelt before Shae.

“I need you to know that I am going to figure out who is behind this and get proof for you and the rest of the world that it isn't me in those pictures and video.” He swallowed the lump in his throat and tried to keep his anger at bay as he continued, “And when I do, I want you to remember this moment when I asked you to trust me, the man you claim to love who has never given you any reason to think he'd cheat. I want you to remember that you refused to even give me the benefit of the doubt for a few days. Because I can forgive you for having doubts. I'm not blind to how bad all of this looks, but I don't know if I can forgive you for not even giving me the chance to clear my name.”

Shae just stared at him with glassy eyes and tears steadily streaming down her face, but no other reaction.

She flinched when he reached out to wipe her tears, causing Jack to stop short. Jack shook his head with another sigh and stood. He grabbed his bag and keys.

“Jack,” Shae’s voice stopped him in his tracks, “can you let me know when you make it to Urban’s?”

After 3 years together, she knew all too well how Jack tended to drive recklessly when he was angry or upset and she understood that right now, he was both.

Even if he didn’t have the right to be.

Jack felt his heart constrict at the show of concern after having spent most of the morning with her stonewalling him as he tried to clear his name. He gruffly answered, “Yeah. I can do that.”

Shae didn’t respond and Jack walked out the door, slamming it behind him.

**************

Shae stared out the window of the guest bedroom she had decided to camp out in since Jack had left several days ago. She found it too hard to be in their bed without him, surrounded by all his stuff.

Her phone rang and a quick glance at the screen let her know that it was her sister—one of the few people she’d still been talking to since the news broke.

She answered and before she could speak, her sister asked, “Have you checked any of your socials?”

“No,” She rolled over onto her back to stare up at the ceiling, “I deleted Instagram and Twitter off my phone since people kept tagging me or dm-ing me the photos of Jack. Let me guess? Other women have since come forward?”

“Nope. Not even close.” Nicole answered, “I'm getting off this phone and sending you a link. You need to watch it, immediately.”

“Nik, this is hard enough.” Shae ran a hand over her face, “I don't need to see whatever the trash tabloids are saying.”

“Yes, you do,” her sister asserted, “I'm going to say this and it’s not going to make sense until you watch the video, but Jack was telling the truth. It's not him.”

“Wait…what?” Shae quickly sat up, “There’s no way it wasn't him, Nicole. You said so yourself!”

“And I was wrong. I didn't realize people could be this deranged. I'm hanging up and sending it to you now.”

Shae chewed on her bottom lip as she awaited the text message from her sister. It was only a few minutes but felt like an eternity when she finally got the text from her sister. She opened it and clicked on the link that took her directly to a Youtube video.

She felt nauseous as soon as she saw the title.

We fooled the internet with fake Jack Harlow cheating photos.

Shae felt bile rising in her throat as she watched the Youtuber gleefully begin explaining how he got the idea and how he recruited a few people to help him make it happen. She only made it 5 minutes into the 20-minute video before she had to run to the bathroom, barely making it to the toilet as she began throwing up.

She flushed and leaned against the counter to steady herself as she grabbed her toothbrush to brush her teeth. She took a few deep breaths as she walked back into the bedroom. Her hands were shaking as she picked up the phone to call Jack, whose phone calls and texts she had been ignoring over the past 5 days.

He answered on the first ring.

#jack harlow #jack harlow x black ofc #jack harlow fanfic #jack harlow fic

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sassy-ahsoka-tano · 2 years

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heyyy can i request an austin imagine? the reader is a famous singer and she doesnt have the best reputation however she gets with austin butler and everyone tries to warn him and to stay away from her and when theyre out the paparazzi say something like “shes not good for you!” or “shes taking advantage of you!” and then when they get home the reader cant control her sob that was hanging in her throat and she starts crying and austin comforts her

Starstruck

tw: none! || word count: 875 || rating: pg

A/N: nonnie you have been so incredibly patient with me haha. you were one of my first requests + i apologize for taking literally forever to get your request out, but i hope you enjoy it!

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“Y/N! Over here! Give us a smile please! When can we expect your new album?”

“Soon! I’m recording next week!”

You spin toward the paparazzi and flash your sexiest smile, propping your hand on your hip. As you turn more to satisfy the blinding flashing lights and loud shouts, you suddenly feel fingers sliding over the silk of your waist. A smirk spreads across your face. You bend your neck slightly to glance back at the tall blondie sliding in behind you.

“Hi hot stuff,” Austin says into your ear in a low raspy voice.

“Oh, hi there,” you reply in a sultry tone. You wiggle your fingers down on his back, lighting tapping his bum with a smirk.

“You look incredible tonight, baby,” he says, and you flip around to pose with him for a few photos. You drape your fingers over his chest on the exposed skin between the two open flaps of his white top.

“You’re not looking too shabby yourself.”

You both look at each other, sharing a smile and wandering eyes that drop down to each other’s lips.

“Y/N what do you have to say about the rumors that you cheated on Alex?” one of the paparazzi yells.

You freeze, your smile dropping. You falter for a moment, but Austin’s hand on your back steadies you. You smile through the nerves, pretending you hadn't heard him.

“Austin how do you know you can trust Y/N after her previous cheating allegations? Are you concerned that she’ll do the same to you?” another paparazzi shouts.

Your entire body tenses up as you glance up at Austin. You can see him clenching his jaw, but he responds calmly.

“No. I’m not. Because I don’t think she ever did in the first place. Rumors are rampant in Hollywood. Just cause they go around doesn't mean they're true.

A slight sense of relief passes over you but fades quickly as you get ushered inside for the screening. You feel your palms growing sweaty and cold. A deep feeling of dread settles into your chest, pressing on your ribcage. You are meant to go take your seat, but hang back, gently pulling on Austin’s sleeve.

“You go on in,” you say shakily. “I’m gonna go to the bathroom real quick. I’ll meet you in there.”

And before he has a chance to respond, you spin on your heel and rush into the bathroom. As you stuff yourself into a stall, your eyes start to release hot tears. You wipe them away as soon as they fall, trying not to ruin your makeup.

It has been a very difficult stretch for you. Your most recent album has been a huge hit and you couldn't be more proud. You had been in a committed relationship with your ex-partner for several years. But for almost an entire year you’d left for the European leg of your tour and had made a mistake that will seem to haunt you forever. You have hoped with every fiber of your being that everyone would just move on after the story had been leaked, blown up, and destroyed your relationship and public image.

But they hadn't moved on. You had become synonymous with the word “cheater” and the bright red bold letters plastered all over your face on magazine covers and online articles had all but destroyed your reputation.

Luckily, in recent months, you’ve heard almost nothing about it and have been thinking that you’re finally in the clear. Apparently not.

You sniff a few times, grabbing some toilet paper to dab at your eyes before leaving the bathroom. You stop in front of the mirror to refresh yourself. As soon as you walk out of the bathroom, you falter, seeing Austin sitting on the bench outside of the screening room. He stands when he sees you, approaching to grab your hands.

“Are you alright, baby?” he asks.

“Yeah these Cannes photographers are just… hardcore,” you reply nervously. You bite your lip to keep it from trembling as more emotion washes over you.

He cups your face in his hands.

“Listen, love, I don’t believe a goddamn word they say,” he whispers, stroking your cheek.

“You should, though,” you reply even quieter. You sniff but it’s not enough to hold back the flood that crashes through the dam.

“No, no, baby,” he mutters, dragging you over to the bench. “Everything’s alright, my love. Everything is just fine.”

“I already don't have the best reputation,” you wail through tears. “And now everyone thinks that a cheater is all I am! Just because I was trapped in a loveless relationship and made a mistake! It was just an accident, Austin! I’m not a cheater, and I would never, ever cheat on you. I love you so much! More than any love I’ve ever experienced!”

He pulls you into his arms, rubbing your back.

“I know, babe, I know,” he says, “I believe you. And hey…”

He lifts your face up to his, stroking your cheek with his thumb. He lifts your lips to his, gently kissing you. When he pulls back, he rests his forehead on yours.

“I love you so much,” he presses a kiss to your cheekbone. “And nothing will ever change that.”

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🦋 mila

#elvis #elvis 2022 #milasblurbs #milasaustinblurbs #milasaustincontent #milasthings

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pinktiger501 · 1 year

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WHERE WERE YOU when The Wiggles dropped the best selling Psychedelic Rock album of 1967? 💙❤💛💜 [Album cover of The Wiggles' 1967 sophomore album "Fruit Salad of the Divine Mind". A handful of these 1st pressings were made before the band switched labels and the current album cover was mass produced, making these 1st pressing rarities with this specific cover art worth a fortune, with one being sold on Discogs for $23,500 in 2019.] https://www.instagram.com/p/Co6Gv9aNhQy/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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funnylittlelad · 1 year

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Shelter From The Storm - steddie

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summary: “I’m good, nothing new really. Honestly… Is it weird to say I've been worried about you?” He laughs nervously.

Steve’s heart races in his throat. Eddie has been worried about Steve? That means Eddie would have to be thinking about Steve. Just like Steve has been thinking about him.

“Depends on why you’re worried,” he answers lightly.

Eddie’s dark eyes shift away from Steve momentarily as his mouth opens attempting to form an answer. His mouth shuts as he exhales through his nose and shifts his eyes back to Steve.

“Jack’s been talking about missing you and Max was telling me about the hours the quarry is making you pull. Been meanin’ to call, but I- uh- I don't actually have your number and taking it from the files felt weird,” he explains, glancing away every few seconds.

Steve gives him a feather soft smile. His eyes dart down to Eddie’s lips for a split second. So quick, Eddie isn't sure he saw it at all.

“Are we friends or something, Munson?” Steve teases.

wc: 13.7k

series notes/tags: Steddie Dadfic, single dad!Steve Harrington, Music Teacher!Eddie Munson, girl dad Steve, Jewish Eddie, Steve's parents are The Worst, mentions/talks about past abuse, complicated family dynamics, pretty Steve-centric, implied past suicide, talks about illness and death, Fluff, angst, mutual pining, slow burn.

The quarry very quickly proves to be worse than the lumber yard. At least at the lumber yard, Steve could get out before eight. At least he had wiggle room to see Jack. Now, he’ll go in unsure of when he’ll be getting off. It’s awful, but he needs the income.

“Just tough it out until you can find something else. We’re here to help in the meantime,” Hopper told him one night.

Steve had come to pick up Jack so late she had fallen asleep waiting for him. Her little sleeping form brings an ache into his bones. He didn't get to say goodnight or tuck her in. Hell, Steve’s lucky to see her in the morning at this point. Not seeing Jack is honestly draining the life out of him. It’s starting to show in Jack too. She’s acting out more, getting frustrated easier, and not communicating her needs as well. Steve is at a loss. If he tries to work less, he won't be able to pay the bills. If he doesn't work less, Jack is the one suffering the consequences. He can't win.

He’s at the grocery store as he contemplates his inevitable doom. Jack is with Grandma and Grandpa Buck, where she’s been since school let out. Steve just knew it would be easier to get the shopping done first. He’s searching for the last box of store-brand Cheerios when Eddie spots him.

There's a self-indulgent moment where Eddie takes in the beauty marks present on Steve’s hip where his shirt is pulling up as he bends to look at the back of the shelf. His shirt is gray and sweat-stained, his work pants are covered in dirt and dust, and his hair is messier than Eddie has ever seen it. It’s been a couple of weeks since Eddie’s seen Steve. Ever since he started his new job, which he’s clearly just coming from. Surprisingly, there’s no mess of red rushing around Steve’s legs or toward Eddie. It’s just Steve. Eddie goes to tap him on the shoulder, but Steve stands right before he can.

Steve turns while reading the box of cereal in his hand and knocks right into Eddie. He would’ve toppled over entirely if not for Eddie grabbing him by his arms to steady him.

“Whoa, easy there, tiger,” Eddie chuckles at Steve’s startled expression.

Steve relaxes the moment he registers Eddie’s voice. He drops the box into the basket on his arm and offers Eddie a tired smile. Eddie sends back a warm smile as he drops his hands from Steve's arms.

“I haven't seen you in a while. How’s everything going?” Eddie asks, studying every inch of Steve he can.

Steve frowns.

“Yeah, I’m sorry I haven't been able to be the one to drop off Jack and pick her up. It’s not that I don't want to. This new job has me working pretty much non-”

“Steve,” Eddie interrupts the other man’s instant explanation, “it’s alright. Most parents don't even come into the store, they just send their kids in.”

He watches Steve’s relief flood his features. He just nods at Eddie with a tight smile.

“So?” Eddie pushes.

“What?”

“How are you,” Eddie can't help chuckling more.

Pink blooms across Steve’s cheeks. He’s about to give the generic I’m good, how are you? when Eddie’s dark, searching eyes pull the truth out of him.

“I’m fucking exhausted,” he sighs.

Eddie’s eyebrows shoot up in pleasant surprise.

“Yeah, no offense, but you look like you just crawled out of a grave, man,” Eddie comments with a crooked smile.

Steve huffs a laugh, shakes his head, and glances down at his shoes. He feels strangely vulnerable here in front of Eddie without Jack. He feels exposed on the frontlines.

“How is Jack doing in her lessons?” He asks, taking the focus off of himself enough to feel comfortable.

Eddie notices but doesn't stop it.

“She’s amazing. Best student I have and I’m not just saying that because she’s my favorite either. Actually, I was talking to Gareth the other day. I think we could get her started on piano too. Picking it up when you know guitar makes it easier. If she's not into the keys we can try another traditional string instrument since she seems to really like those,” Eddie rambles excitedly.

Steve’s eyes widen into two vats of liquid honey. A smile creeps up onto his lips as Eddie talks, seemingly just as excited about Jack’s potential as Steve is.

“Piano? Would you be able to fit both in one lesson?”

Eddie pauses to level him with a confused stare.

“No, no, they would need their own lessons, but she’s at the store often enough anyways. I figured it wouldn't take anything extra on your part,” he explains.

“And her scholarship…,” Steve trails off insecurely, not sure how to ask.

Eddie offers him a soft, reassuring smile.

“Don't worry. She’s got a full ride to Mordor Music Academy.”

Steve nods with a deflating sort of relief. He’s truly so fucking grateful for Eddie Munson.

“How are you doing?” Steve asks.

Eddie grows bashful.

“I’m good, nothing new really. Honestly… Is it weird to say I've been worried about you?” He laughs nervously.

Steve’s heart races in his throat. Eddie has been worried about Steve? That means Eddie would have to be thinking about Steve. Just like Steve has been thinking about him.

“Depends on why you’re worried,” he answers lightly.

Eddie’s dark eyes shift away from Steve momentarily as his mouth opens attempting to form an answer. His mouth shuts as he exhales through his nose and shifts his eyes back to Steve.

“Jack’s been talking about missing you and Max was telling me about the hours the quarry is making you pull. Been meanin’ to call, but I- uh- I don't actually have your number, and taking it from the files felt weird,” he explains, glancing away every few seconds.

Steve gives him a feather-soft smile. His eyes dart down to Eddie’s lips for a split second. So quick, Eddie isn't sure he saw it at all.

“Are we friends or something, Munson?” Steve teases.

Blush races across Eddie’s face.

“I was thinkin’ we could be, yeah,” he shrugs.

“Tell you what,” Steve looks down at the scarce amount of groceries in his basket, “Help me finish shopping and you have my permission to take my number from your files.”

“Do I have permission to call it?” Eddie raises his eyebrows at Steve.

“Yes, you have permission to call it,” Steve laughs.

Eddie holds his ringed hand out between them.

“Got yourself a deal, Harrington.”

The metal of his rings nips Steve’s hand as they shake on it.

“Awesome, because I told Robin I’d grab her tampons, but I didn't realize it would be more complicated than buying diapers,” he sighs.

Eddie barks out a laugh that lets butterflies loose in Steve's stomach.

“Don't you have a daughter?”

“Yeah, but she's six!”

Eddie shakes his head playfully. He scoops the basket out of Steve’s hand and loops his arm through it. He leads Steve to the aisle they need. After ten minutes, they decide on a box based on Eddie’s personal opinions on which is best for nose bleeds. It works the same way, right? Eddie asked, to which Steve shrugged.

The basket doesn't end up in Steve’s hands again the rest of the time. He’s simply in charge of grabbing what he needs while Eddie carries it and attempts to make him laugh. It’s not hard. Steve’s laughter is heard more than the ambient music being played. Eddie even brings the bags out to Steve’s car, completely forgetting the milk he was at the store to get in the first place. Steve still has the same BMW. Except now the backseat is littered with children's books, toys, snack debris, and a couple of pairs of little shoes instead of the bras of his one-night stands.

“Hey, Steve,” Eddie says carefully after Steve closes his trunk with his groceries inside.

He looks curiously at Eddie, eyebrows knitting slightly. There are about fifty different things Eddie wants to say at this moment. He wants to tell Steve that it's okay he's tired. He wants to tell him he can see how hard he’s trying and he admires him for it. He wants to tell him that he never has to worry about Eddie thinking he’s a bad father. That's impossible.

“Take care of yourself for me,” he says instead.

“You first,” Steve replies with a fondness that leaves Eddie’s head spinning the rest of the day.

Eddie begins checking in once a week. He always asks if Steve needs anything, and how he’s doing, and gives him updates on Jack’s piano progress. She’s catching on even faster than Eddie or Gareth anticipated. The calls prop Steve up and help keep him going. Especially the days Jack is being extra difficult, which is happening more and more the longer Steve works at the quarry. As weeks grow into months of unreasonable hours and a dead-tired Steve, Jack acts out and grows angrier.

“No,” she protests one night.

Steve wants to cry; he's getting so frustrated. It’s been a fight to get her to go to bed for thirty minutes. Steve picked her up in her purple pjs from Hopper and Joyce, but she was far from ready to go to sleep.

“Princess, we really need to go to sleep. That way we can be well rested for tomorrow,” he tries to reason.

She stands on the back of the couch, back pressed to the wall. Her arms are crossed and her face scrunches in a way that's annoyingly familiar. He hates when she turns his face on him.

“Will you be here when I wake up?” She asks.

Steve swears he can hear something tear open inside of him.

“Auntie Nance will be here-”

“No,” she shouts, “I don’t want Auntie Nance! I want you!”

His eyes burn with the threat of tears. How can he make her understand? How can he tell her he wants desperately to be the one who shares her morning with her? Even if he did explain why he couldn't say no to the work right now, she wouldn't care. Rightfully so. Jack is six, she doesn't care about whatever is stressing Steve out. She just wants her dad.

“I know, baby, I know. I want to be here, I do-”

“No, you don’t!” She cries, effectively shattering Steve.

“What? Of course, I do.”

“If you did then you wouldn't leave!”

Steve heaves a sigh. He runs a hand over his face as the other holds his hip. Her little face is red and tear-stained now.

“Jack, I’m really sorry, but it isn't that simple. I love you and I want to spend every minute of every day with you, but right now I can't do that. Please, let’s just go to bed. I’m gonna do my best to be here for dinner tomorrow, okay?” He pleads softly.

“Promise,” she demands, “Promise you’ll be here.”

He’s close to breaking. He’s close to sobbing at her feet and flat-out begging her to not make this harder than it is. That would be irredeemably selfish of him. He knows that. Jack is a child, she's allowed to be selfish. Especially when her whole life has been disturbed so much. She just misses her dad. God knows her dad misses her more than fucking anything.

“I- I can’t, Jack.”

Her face contorts into hurt-fueled fury. Steve has never seen so much emotion in such a small body. Then she spears him through the heart. She absolutely and completely eviscerates him.

“I wish Eddie was my daddy, not you!”

The entire world goes quiet around him as the tears fall. Breathing is out of the question. Somehow, Steve wants to both hug and kill Eddie Munson. He’s glad his daughter has someone she feels that safe with. He hates that it isn't him right now.

“Okay, it’s time to go to bed. Let’s go,” he pushes out past the silent stream of tears down his face.

She shakes her head.

“Jack, let’s go.”

This time she stomps her foot.

“No, I want Eddie! I don't want you!” She shouts.

“Jacqueline Beatrice Harrington,” Steve snaps, “We are done having this conversation before we hurt each other’s feelings. We’ll try again tomorrow, okay?”

She doesn't say anything. She slides down off the couch and stomps away into the bedroom. After she slams the door, Steve allows himself to fall back onto the couch. He cries into his hands, feeling defeated and exhausted down to the bone. Jack doesn't want him to be her dad. That's his worst nightmare. He doesn't want his dad to be his dad. If Jack feels the same, what does that make him? Little sleep is had that night. He spends hours tossing and turning in the dark considering if keeping his job is worth this. When he finally does fall asleep, it's by measuring out the rhythm of Jack’s snores.

The next day a few people mill about Mordor Music. Eddie sits lazily behind the counter flipping through last month’s issue of Rolling Stone. Max isn’t in today, leaving him to do the boring stuff. He doesn't even drag his eyes away from the magazine when the phone rings. He just reaches over, fumbles around for a moment, and picks it up.

“Mordor Music, we can't carry the ring, but we can carry you to good music,” he answers with a customer service flavor of brightness.

“Eddie?” Steve's voice responds.

The magazine is down on the counter in an instant. Eddie is pin-straight and alert.

“Yeah, what’s up? Is Jack okay?”

“Jack’s fine. I really hate to do this, but I don't have anyone el-”

“What d'you need?”

“Robin was supposed to get Jack, but she got called into work and everyone else is busy so I didn't know who else to call-”

“Steve,” Eddie cuts through Steve’s rambling, “What do you need?”

“Jack is at the station with Hopper. He was able to pick her up from school, but she can't stay there. Would you be able to bring her to the store?” He asks.

“She just got out of school? Do you want me to bring her home instead?”

“You don't have to do that. I’ll try to get out before you go home, I swear,” Steve promises.

“Doesn't she have, like, homework and stuff? I can bring her home and stick around until you get back. It's no big deal,” Eddie assures him.

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah, don't sweat it. Does Hopper have a key I can borrow?”

“Yeah, I’ll call and let him know,” Steve sounds utterly soothed.

“Alright, I’ll be over there in fifteen.”

“Eddie… You’re really saving me right now. Shit, you've been saving me. Thank you,” Steve’s voice comes through the receiver warm and genuine.

It nearly turns Eddie into a puddle.

“Yeah, ‘course. It’s Jack,” he says like that explains everything.

When talking to Steve, it certainly does. In fact, to Steve that small two-word sentence says everything. They bid a quick goodbye, not the right way despite Eddie’s efforts. He could hear Steve’s boss in the background, so he wasn't going to push it. Eddie looks around the people in the store and makes a decision. He climbs up onto the counter, scuffed-up Docs squeaking on the Formica. His hands cup around his mouth in a makeshift megaphone.

“Hey,” he bellows out to the store, “Store’s closed, get the fuck out!”

Walking into Hawkins Police Station feels like stepping into the Twilight Zone. Eddie’s been hauled in a few times on some light possession that he got warnings for and some trespassing that he didn't. A little truancy sprinkled throughout. The old woman at the front desk gives him a distasteful look.

“Can I help you?” She asks.

“Yeah, I’m here to pick up Jack from Hopper,” he tells her.

That's all he needs to say. A familiar little Eddie! rings out through the station.

“Uh-oh, I hear trouble,” Eddie beams.

He gives it a moment before seeing Jack come racing from Hopper’s office. She has on a tie-dye t-shirt and denim shorts. Her hair is in fiery twin braids that sit on her shoulders from beneath a backward blue baseball cap. Eddie catches her when she launches herself into him and lifts her. She attaches herself to him easily.

“Munson,” a gruff voice greets.

Eddie looks away from his favorite menace to find Hopper standing with his arms crossed. For a moment, Eddie feels like a caught teenager again.

“Hey, Chief, long time no see,” he offers a shy smile.

Hopper takes him in. All the ways he's different. All the ways he’s not.

“I s’pose that's a good thing. You stayin’ out of trouble then?” He measures Eddie’s reaction carefully.

“Yes, sir.”

Hopper nods.

“You know who to call in an emergency, right, Jack?” The man asks, never taking his stern glare off Eddie.

“You, Hop,” she answers.

“And what number do you call to get me?”

“911 because they'll tell you where to find me,” she recites dutifully.

“Why’s that?”

“‘Cause you're the police boss!”

“That’s right, sweetheart.”

Hopper’s eyebrows twitch upward to send the message home to Eddie. Eddie swallows the newfound lump in his throat and gives a short nod of understanding. Hopper’s eyes turn much softer when they land on Jack. He points a finger at her.

“You behave for Eddie, alright?” He orders.

Jack giggles, cracking the rest of Hopper’s exterior. A smile forms beneath his mustache.

“Bye Hop!”

“See ya, sweetheart.”

Eddie doesn't think about the fact that he still has his shit van. He doesn't think about how there are no benches in the back and certainly no car seats of any kind. He doesn't think about it until Jack is looking up at him as he scratches his head trying to decide what to do. Ultimately, Jack ends up in the middle of the front bench buckled to all hell. Eddie manages to get the passenger seat belt and the middle seat belt around her. Then he drives to the address Steve gave him, never going faster than twenty miles per hour.

Steve gets home at half past eight. He’s tired, dirty, and smells, but that gets erased momentarily when he walks through the door. Eddie is sitting cross-legged on the floor, back to the couch, with Jack curled on his lap, and a patchwork quilt wrapped around both of them. Mr. Roger’s Neighborhood plays on the TV. Both of them are entranced by the soft-spoken man. Steve takes the opportunity to look around the apartment and imagine what Eddie might see.

He finds the dishes gone from the sink, Jack’s toys put away, and the garbage bag replaced. There are even a few pictures of baby Jack on the wall that are straightened out. All things he’s been meaning to do, but just didn't have the time or energy for. Fifty tons get lifted from Steve's shoulders at the realization that Eddie cleaned.

“Hey,” he greets the two of them softly.

Jack’s dark eyes go wide and she hides in the blanket. Eddie flashes Steve a smile that makes Steve want to fall into pieces right there. Eddie leans down and murmurs something to Jack. Then he angles his ear to hear her, nodding. He says something else before looking at Steve again, who watches intrigued.

“Jack told me you guys had a fight last night,” Eddie informs Steve, “She told me she said some mean things that she feels really bad about. So, she’s gonna come out and apologize, but she wants to make sure you aren't still too mad to talk.”

Steve takes a seat on the brown couch next to where the two of them are on the floor. It might not be the best time, but he really wants to kiss Eddie right now. He looks so cute and domestic all wrapped up with Jack. His big doe eyes watch Steve expectantly.

“I’m not too mad to talk,” Steve answers.

Jack slowly appears. All Steve can see is Eddie's bust and Jack's head sticking out from the quilt. Her eyes shine like ink as she fixes Steve in a sad, apologetic stare. If he hadn't forgiven her immediately when it happened, he definitely would have forgiven her based on that look alone.

“I’m sorry I hurt your feelings, Daddy. I just miss you. I don't love Eddie more than you,” her little voice says quietly.

A wavering smile pops onto Steve’s lips. His eyes flash to Eddie, who is giving him an encouraging smile. He can tell Eddie helped talk her through her feelings by how he's watching. Eddie nods with proud eyes as she speaks.

“I forgive you, princess. I miss you too. I know things suck right now, but I promise I’m going to find a job that doesn't keep me away from you,” he says softly, but earnestly.

Jack crawls out of Eddie’s lap. Her foot gets caught in the quilt for a second. Eddie untangles it for her. She climbs into Steve’s lap and squeezes him tight. He squeezes her right back, taking in her coconut and lavender scent. The immense weight of the world is lifted from Steve’s back while in her embrace.

She spends the next half hour telling Steve all about her evening with Eddie. Turns out, cleaning was part of her apology. Eddie taught her that actions speak louder than words, but that words are still important too. Something that earns Eddie a lovely little smile from Steve. At nine Steve tucks Jack into bed.

Eddie is hovering when Steve closes the bedroom door quietly. He nervously plays with his rings. Steve offers him a tired smile.

“So, she told me what she said to you. Steve, I’m so sorry-”

“Don’t be,” Steve holds up a hand to stop him, “She’s a kid. She’s going to say things she doesn't mean. It might have hurt like a bitch, but I know it was just a lot of bunched-up emotion.”

Eddie nods slowly in consideration. There's a sort of amazed fog that settles in his eyes for a moment as he takes Steve in.

“I really can't thank you enough,” Steve says.

“You really don't have to,” Eddie assures him.

“Let me make you dinner sometime. It’s the least I can do,” Steve insists.

Sparks fly in Eddie’s chest. A shy smile crawls onto his face.

“Yeah, alright. You owe me dinner, Harrington,” he agrees, poking Steve in the chest.

“You know where to find my number to set up a day,” Steve jerks his chin up at him slyly with a teasing smirk.

Eddie chuckles despite his ears going pink. A moment of silently drawing out the goodbye passes. Steve’s every sense maxes out when Eddie pulls him into a hug. It’s quick, but firm. He smells like the store. Aged records, polish for all the wood instruments, and a cinnamon-like spice that just permeates the air in there. Steve wonders if that part is Eddie alone, a part discernable from the store. A part that Steve can pick out and identify.

“Take care of yourself for me,” Eddie says into Steve’s ear.

Steve’s face is wonderfully blotchy when Eddie steps back. He has a cute dumbstruck look about him.

“You first,” he breathes.

Eddie is gone, leaving Steve with a pounding heart and no oxygen in his lungs.

Jack doesn't stop asking if Eddie can come over again. Realizing he could exist anywhere, not just Mordor Music was eye-opening for her. It gets to the point where Steve has started calling Eddie just so Jack can say goodnight. At first, that's where it began and ended. Then Eddie started staying on the phone after Jack’s five-minute goodnight.

“I gotta say goodnight to your daddy too, don't I?” He says to her on the third night.

“Daddy, Eddie wants to goodnight you,” she announces and shoves the phone at Steve.

He takes the phone from her, placing one last kiss on her forehead.

“Hey,” he says into the receiver as he exits the room and closes the door.

“Hey,” Eddie exhales like the sound of Steve’s voice knocks the wind out of him.

“So, you wanted to goodnight me?” Steve says playfully.

“Can't go to sleep without it,” Eddie replies.

“Alright, go ahead then.”

“What, you don't have a funny little saying to tell people goodnight you can share?” The smile in Eddie’s voice is infectious.

“Nope, you’re the one that wanted to goodnight me. Show me what you got.”

“Oh, you want to see what I got, big boy?”

Steve is so very happy this conversation is happening over the phone. He’s sure he’s glowing red like a stoplight. His skin is buzzing and his stomach does funny little flips.

“Real mature,” he croaks.

Eddie’s laughter rings out like a song written just for Steve.

“You’re not gonna help me out even a little ?” It’s clear Eddie is just dragging out the call at this point.

Steve has no intention of stopping him. Most of his conversations with Eddie happen over the phone now. He knows too well how hard hanging up is.

“No,” Steve chuckles, “You wanted to goodnight me, so goodnight me.”

“Okay, you gotta stop saying it like that,” the amusement is clear in Eddie’s voice.

Embarrassment floods Steve's entire system. It's like plunging red hot metal into a bucket of water.

“Sorry, force of habit,” he mumbles.

“No, no, it- it’s cute. Just, it’s hard to take you seriously when you talk like that.”

The smile that takes over Steve’s blushing features is inevitable. There's no fighting it even if he wanted to.

“You think I’m cute, Munson?” He teases lightly, his heart fluttering like a hummingbird.

He hasn't felt like this since he was a teenager. Deep down, Steve knows nothing can come of him and Eddie. Steve is a single dad with no time. Eddie may be a year older than Steve, but he’s young and single and owns a business. Why would he want to be tied down to the mess that is Steve Harrington and a kid that isn't his? Steve just wants to enjoy the feeling of the chase before Eddie eventually escapes his grasp entirely.

“Jack had to get it from somewhere, right?”

“I’d argue that it came from her mom,” Steve chuckles.

Conversation is too easy with Eddie sometimes. Things will slip out before Steve can think about the implications.

“You've never mentioned her mom before. I mean I knew her from school, but you don't talk about her,” Eddie comments softly.

Steve’s eyes go wide when he realizes. He tries not to think about Sarah. The conversation about Sarah being free to go her way was lost once Jack was born. Steve didn't want her for the help, he wanted her to stick around so Jack could have something close to a normal family. Something better than he had. She made it abundantly clear she wanted nothing to do with him or Jack. It really only hurt him for Jack. She deserves two parents that love her. Steve tries to give her enough for two, but he can't help feeling like he’s failing.

“Uh- yeah, she’s not really in the picture. Hasn't been since the delivery room. There’s never much reason to talk about her,” Steve explains awkwardly.

“Jack doesn't need her anyways. She’s doing perfectly with just you.”

Again, the implications go over Steve’s head thanks to Eddie’s sweet comforting words.

“Well, she has you too now.”

The beat of loaded silence lodges a lump in Steve’s throat. He swallows quickly, trying to recover.

“I- I mean she has everyone, y’know. Rob, Hopper, Max, but she… she has you too now.”

Eddie lets out a nervous chuckle.

“Right, yeah, ‘course she does,” his voice sounds strained.

“Eddie, are you al-”

“Hey, I still have to goodnight you. Don't distract me,” he teases, but it feels a little forced.

“Uh- yeah, alright.”

“Dream something sweet for me, yeah?”

“Guess I’ll be dreaming of you then.”

“Steve…”

Steve squeezes his eyes shut, preparing for impact. He gets ready for Eddie to tell him to back off, that he doesn't feel that way about him, or that he thinks they should pull back from each other.

“Stop being so hard on yourself, okay?” Eddie’s voice is impossibly soft.

Steve melts into a puddle.

“I’ll do my best.”

The next time Robin and Eddie hang out Eddie is a disaster. He hangs upside down on Robin’s couch in her kitschy little apartment. His hands cover his flushed face as Robin watches with an amused smirk from the armchair across the way. Her legs are folded beneath her and her hands play absentmindedly with a Rubik’s cube.

“What am I gonna do, Rob?” Eddie groans into his palms.

“I dunno, tell him how you feel?” She deadpans.

“Not a chance,” he scoffs, removing his hands to look at her.

“Why not?”

Eddie sits up but lifts his feet onto the cushion. His arms rest over his knees.

“Don't you think he has enough to worry about without adding his daughter’s music teacher’s crush on him?” He questions.

“Not when he also has a crush on said music teacher,” she replies evenly.

“That doesn't change the fact that he’s going through a tough time and a new relationship when he can already barely see his kid probably won't help,” he points out.

“So, what then? Are you going to wait until he’s not going through a tough time?”

“Yeah, I guess so,” he shrugs.

Robin sighs and puts the completed Rubik’s cube down on the coffee table between them. She sets a thoughtful, sympathetic gaze on him.

“Eddie, look, if you plan on waiting for Steve’s life to calm down or hit the brakes before you tell him how you feel… You’re going to end up waiting forever. He’s a single dad and he has been since he was eighteen. None of the past six years has been easy, or calm, or- or even peaceful. Hell, his parents kicked him out the day Jack was born! If you wait for all this shit to blow over, you're just gonna watch new shit blow into its place,” she keeps her voice gentle, delivering the reality of the situation carefully.

The corners of Eddie’s mouth tug downward. He thinks of Steve trudging through the last six years weathering storm after storm, shielding Jack from the inclement weather with his body. The people around him have lent him cover, umbrellas, food, and water to keep them going. Eddie doesn't want to simply provide him with assistance. Eddie wants to weather the storms with them. He wants to break the clouds with his own two fists and cease the rain altogether. It’s a terrifying feeling.

“After he finds a new job I’ll tell him. I want him to focus on making time for Jack right now. I know how hard it's been on both of them,” he decides out loud.

Robin smiles softly at Eddie. He’s everything she knows Steve needs. So much so, that he’s putting Jack first like she’s his own. Robin could hug him right now. So, she does. Eddie and Robin end up in a hugging pile on her couch.

The next time Eddie sees Steve in person is Hopper’s birthday. He hasn't called to set up that dinner because he knew if he did he wouldn't be able to help himself. Robin drags him to the little celebration, not that it's too hard to get him there. She picks him up because she has Jack strapped into her booster seat in the back of her sedan. Of course, Jack begs Eddie to sit by her. Of course, Eddie obliges. They spend the entire ride discussing what flavor they hope the cake is. Eddie wants chocolate, but Jack wants Strawberry.

When they enter the house, Eddie has to bend at the knees so Jack doesn't knock her head where she sits on his shoulders. Her little hands hold onto his hair as she giggles madly at her new height. The younger members of the party have split off to El’s room, which isn't a surprise. Jonathan and Argyle are having a passionate discussion about chip flavors on the couch. Nancy is helping Joyce set out snacks. Hopper was watching football but stood upon their arrival.

Eddie only lets Jack go so she can latch onto Hopper for a birthday hug. The hug doesn’t last long. She starts to squirm and Hopper has to relinquish his hold. Jack runs down the hall calling for El so they can play knights.

“Is- uh- is Steve gonna be here?” Eddie asks the room, failing at acting casual.

Joyce and Nancy exchange amused smiles. Robin rolls her eyes beside Eddie and plops herself down on the couch.

“Yeah, he’ll be around later. Probably after dark,” Hopper responds as he rests back in his armchair.

“I can bring you home and leave Jack here, though. So you don't have to wait here with us all night,” Robin offers, knowing she won't have to leave this spot.

“Don’t worry about it, I don't mind,” he waves her off.

Eddie excuses himself to go say hi to the kids. He creeps down the carpeted hallway with the intention of scaring them. Until he’s right outside the cracked door and he can hear Jack’s voice talking. He pauses upon hearing his name.

“I really like when Eddie is around. Daddy always smiles more,” she comments somewhat offhandedly.

He feels like someone has his heart in their grip and is squeezing. Eddie has heard that kids notice everything, but Jesus Christ.

“Yeah, I noticed that too,” Max replies, voice riddled with mirth.

“Are Steve and Eddie dating?” El asks curiously.

“I don't think Eddie would date someone like Steve,” Mike says.

Eddie is ready to be offended but never gets the chance.

“I mean, Steve was a jock. That never really leaves you. Eddie is actually cool,” Mike adds.

“If they were dating I would know,” Dustin chimes in causing Eddie to roll his eyes with a smile, “They’re just too stupid to see they like each other.”

“They need to just kiss or something already. You should see them at the store. They get so caught up in each other it’s like I’m not even there. Besides, clearly, he’s good with Jack,” Max speaks up again sounding exasperated.

A few mumbles and sounds of agreement ring out.

“Is Eddie really ready to be a dad, though?” Mike asks with uncertainty.

“Are you kidding?” Max scoffs.

“Dude, let’s be honest. He’s been a dad since he met Jack. It was like paternal love at first sight- like-” Dustin snaps his fingers a couple of times as he thinks, then once more in success, “Dad at first sight!”

“I think Eddie would be an excellent dad,” El adds, warming Eddie's heart.

“Eddie can be my dad?” Jack pipes up sounding entirely astonished, yet confused.

A chorus of curses as they all remember Jack’s presence. She’s a sneaky one that knows to keep quiet while the grown-ups talk about grown-up things when they forget she’s there.

“Do you think Eddie would DM for us sometime?” Will asks.

“Are you really thinking about D&D at a time like this?” Lucas questions.

Eddie decides against scaring them. Instead, he pretends he only just got to the door. It isn't long before a ruckus can be heard from down the hall. A few muffled raised voices, some thuds, and then Jack’s delighted giggle. Hopper looks at the rest of the young people littering his living room.

“We all agree something’s going on with Eddie and Steve, right?” He checks lazily.

“Oh, definitely, dude,” Argyle answers.

When everyone looks at him curiously, he blinks back blankly for a moment. Argyle is around Steve and Eddie objectively the least. He splits his time between California and Indiana for school. Turns out, he’s not as dumb as he looks.

“What? My gaydar is off the charts,” he contends as he looks at them with his perpetual smile.

“Don’t say gaydar,” Hopper grumbles and turns his attention back to the television.

“I wouldn't say it's off the charts,” Robin snorts.

“Oh, really?” Argyle questions, sliding his eyes over to Nancy and then back to Robin.

Robin’s eyes become wide as saucers. Her face goes crimson. When she risks a glance at Nancy, the elder Wheeler is saying something to Joyce over the dining table. Nancy must feel Robin’s eyes as she spares a look over. She smiles when she catches Robin staring, only making Robin’s current state worse.

“Okay, maybe it is off the charts,” she mumbles to herself.

Steve gets there after the cake is done. It was vanilla, to Eddie and Jack’s disappointment. Pretty much anyone who doesn't live in the Byers-Hopper household was gone except Robin, Eddie, and Jack. El, Will, and Jonathan already went to bed. When he arrives he finds Robin chatting with Joyce over coffee at the table. Hopper leans against the counter listening in, but enjoying being part of the background as he eats more cake. He sees Eddie and Jack and everything else falls away.

Eddie is on his back on the couch, his hair pulled into a ponytail with a scrunchie. Jack is laying face down on Eddie’s stomach, her head turned so Steve can see her cute little face, and her own hair pulled into a ponytail with a scrunchie. Both of them have yellow frosting coloring the corners of their mouths. Eddie’s arms circle Jack securely as they snore together. He didn't even know Eddie would be here, but god is he happy to see him.

Hopper meanders over to where Steve is lost staring at Eddie and Jack. He nudges Steve’s arm with his elbow, giving him a small start. Steve smiles at the only real father figure he’s known. They take each other into a firm embrace.

“Happy birthday, Hop. Sorry, I’m so late,” Steve says quietly.

Hopper pats Steve on the back a couple of times before pulling away.

“Don’t be sorry. Just glad you were able to swing by at all,” he assures him.

“I wish it could be for longer, but,” he shifts his eyes to Jack briefly, “I should get her to bed.”

Hopper nods in agreement, looking over the two sleeping on the couch. A small chuckle rumbles in his chest but makes no sound through his closed-lip smirk.

“I can't believe she lets him hold her,” he comments with a touch of petulance.

“I know. They’re something else, those two,” Steve says smiling as he watches them breathe in tandem.

He takes comfort in the sight of their moving chests. Hopper watches Steve watch them. The kid has it bad. After seeing Eddie with Jack, he can't say he blames him.

“I’ll let you wake them up. I know how she can get,” Hopper gives him one last pat on the shoulder.

Steve watches him walk back to his post. Robin throws a small wave from the table, which Steve returns. Figuring out how to extract Jack from Eddie is impossible. Steve eventually decides he just has to move Eddie’s arms. When he gently takes hold of one of Eddie’s warm wrists, Eddie’s face scrunches up. He tries to carefully move it, but Eddie only tightens his grip around Jack. His eyes blink open in confusion.

Dark doe eyes find Steve’s soft features above them. Eddie’s face relaxes into a sleepy smile.

“Hey,” he whispers.

“Hey,” Steve whispers back, “I kinda need my kid.”

Eddie looks down at Jack’s sleeping form.

“I can bring her out to the car. Might be easier to not wake her up,” he says.

Steve thinks about it for a second before nodding. Robin, Hopper, and Joyce follow them out to Steve’s car. Eddie very carefully places Jack in her seat. Steve quietly directs him on how to buckle her in properly. Once Jack’s head lolls into an uncomfortable-looking position Eddie peels off his flannel and bunches it up. He sticks it between her head and shoulder to prop her up in a way that hopefully won't hurt her neck. They close the door as quietly as they can.

“D'you want a ride home?” Steve offers Eddie.

He almost says yes before remembering Robin.

“Robin was actually gonna bring me,” he answers.

Steve’s eyes bounce around their surroundings curiously before landing back at Eddie full of amusement.

“Robin left.”

Eddie’s head whips around, sending his hair flying. Sure enough, Robin was in her car starting it up. She waves with a large smile as she peels out. He looks back at Steve with his mouth agape. Steve can't help laughing, which brings a smile to Eddie’s face. They say their goodbyes to Hopper and Joyce. Steve gives Joyce a son-like kiss on the cheek.

“Take care of yourself for me,” he tells her.

She smiles at him.

“You first,” she responds.

Steve and Hopper exchange nods. Climbing into the car without waking Jack is a carefully executed task. Eddie whispers to tell Steve how to get to his apartment. It’s on a decent side of town, in a small complex they built about a decade ago. Squat uninteresting architecture and wooden balconies face them. Steve parks the BMW in a spot Eddie says is in front of his building. He nods toward the window to signal speaking outside.

The air takes chunks out of Eddie’s bare arms, but he doesn't even consider going back for his flannel. He meets Steve around the front of the car, standing in the headlights. No words are exchanged, Steve just begins shucking off his tan work coat and hands it over to Eddie. Eddie takes it tentatively, asking if Steve is sure with his eyes.

“I run hot,” Steve shrugs.

Eddie takes the coat. It’s so thick it feels like he’s swimming in it, but it also encapsulates him in Steve’s scent. A musky, woodsy thing layered with vanilla. He warms up quickly.

“Thanks for the ride,” Eddie says.

“It’s no problem,” Steve waves him off.

Eddie studies him for a moment. He can see how tired Steve is. It’s practically rolling off of him.

“How was your day?” He asks.

“Long,” Steve answers, “but getting to see you always makes it better.”

“Yeah?” Eddie flashes a smile.

“Yeah, you’re funny to look at. It gives me a good laugh,” he teases.

Eddie rolls his eyes and gives Steve’s shoulder a playful shove. Steve chuckles. His eyes travel all over Eddie. He drinks in the Docs, the dark jeans, his coat sticking out like a sore thumb amongst all the dark colors, and how Eddie’s hair is still pulled back allowing him to see his face unobscured. There's still some icing on the corners of his mouth. Steve thinks he could spend an entire shift at the quarry taking in Eddie’s face, probably even longer. Right now, his eyes fall to his own work boots.

“You and Jack were kind of adorable to look at sleeping on the couch together,” he says.

“It’s easy to look adorable with Jack helping out,” Eddie shrugs with a smile, his hands stuffed in Steve’s coat pockets.

“Yeah, I guess it is.”

“Hey,” Eddie taps Steve’s boot with his own.

Steve looks back to Eddie’s concerned face.

“Everything okay? You doing alright?”

Steve smiles adoringly. Eddie’s mouth dries at the sight.

“Sometimes, I wonder if I made the right decision,” Steve admits with a shaky breath.

Eddie’s eyebrows furrow.

“What d’you mean?”

“With Jack… Sometimes I wonder if she wouldn't have been better off with someone else. Someone who can feed her without working a job that never lets them see her,” he elaborates.

“Whoa, where is this coming from?”

“I guess seeing you two together got me thinking. I mean, she has so much love and support, but it doesn't feel like it's enough. I’m trying so hard, but I just don't think it's enough. I’m afraid I can't give her what she needs,” his voice is hushed by the end, nearly swallowed by emotion.

The thoughts tumble out of Steve's mouth before he even knows that's how he's been feeling. Once he says it he knows it's true. Eddie's rings are colder than usual against the base of Steve’s neck. His other hand cradles the side of Steve’s face. Steve leans into the touch, hungry for human contact.

“Steve, there is no one in any universe that could raise Jack better than you. You’re the best fucking dad I've ever seen. Jack’s the best fucking kid I've ever met. I mean, shit, I actually want to hang out with her! I don't know how to make you see it, but you're good at this. You’re really really good at this,” Eddie tells him earnestly.

It feels like Steve has a gut full of pop rocks. He wants to lean forward and close the inches between them. He wants to entangle himself in Eddie Munson and intertwine him irrevocably in their lives. He doesn't. If there’s one thing Steve won't do, it’s drag someone into his mess.

“Y’know I was afraid that I would hate her,” he says instead.

“Who? Jack?”

Steve nods.

“When she came out looking so much like Sarah, after what Sarah said, I was terrified that I wouldn't be able to look at her,” he explains softly.

“What… Did Sarah say?” Eddie asks hesitantly.

Steve frowns, but the truth comes easily. It always does with Eddie.

“I had told her she didn't have to be involved in Jack’s life, but once Jack was born… I just wanted her to have a normal family, a normal life. Sarah wasn't interested, though. She told me we ruined her life, that she regrets ever sleeping with me, and that she wished Jack was never born. I know she was probably just trying to make sure I didn't try again, but it… it fucking hurt hearing her say that about our kid- my kid .”

“Jesus,” Eddie breathes, “Fuck Sarah.”

Steve chuckles and nods in agreement.

“What made you not scared anymore?”

A nostalgic smile takes over Steve’s face.

“The first time I fed her. The whole thing: holding her, feeling her drink from the bottle, and burping her. Even though she ruined my shirt with her spit up. It was my first time really feeling like a dad and I loved it. How could I hate the reason I’m a dad in the first place?” He sounds so content as he recounts the story.

“Lucky for you she ended up being a riot on top of that.”

Steve smiles and nods, raising his eyebrows briefly as if to say she sure is, isn't she?

“That probably has more to do with Robin than me,” he says.

Eddie’s grip on him firms up a tad. His whole face sets sternly.

“Why do you do that?” He asks.

“Do what?”

“Every time I say something good about Jack you start insisting it's because of someone else and not you. The way I see it, though, that's all from you. I find pieces of you in everything she does and says.”

Steve gets a sort of dumbstruck look about him.

“Thank you,” he breathes because it's all he can muster.

The smile that crawls onto Eddie’s face seals the deal. Steve fucking likes Eddie Munson. He's enthralled by him. He never wants to be without him. All feelings that are much too big for him to take on after a fourteen-hour shift.

“No need to thank me, Harrington. I’m just tellin’ you the truth. Hey-” Eddie presses the top of his forehead to Steve’s so he has to look at him through his eyelashes, “dream something sweet for me, yeah?”

Steve smiles, eyelids drooping as the proximity intoxicates him.

“Guess I’ll be dreaming of you then,” Steve replies, voice low.

“See ya there, big boy,” Eddie drawls.

Then he’s gone. Steve is left with nothing but the cold and the image of Eddie’s shrinking form as he jogs to his apartment building. He throws Steve one last smile before disappearing into the building. With a sigh, Steve gets back in the car. Jack is still sound asleep. It isn't until he’s home in bed that he realizes Eddie still has his coat.

Mornings with Jack are the best. Getting to sleep in is great, but waking up is better. Their room isn't grand by any means. Jack’s little bed is pushed against one wall while Steve’s is pushed against another. The closet and most of the dresser are occupied by Jack’s clothes. Her toys are tossed into her toy chest. Four different size wall decals of bats stick to the wall next to her bed. She found them in the dollar section around Halloween last year and fell in love. He couldn't say no to her pleaaaaaase. Now she refuses to take them down because they remind her of the intro to Scooby Doo Where Are You? and a little stuffed fruitbat she has.

When Jack gets up before him, she climbs into his bed. He always wakes when he feels the bed sink, but keeps his eyes closed. She goes to start shaking him. Once her hands meet his shoulder, Steve shoots up with a graaah! and snatches her. She shrieks which turns into laughter as Steve tickles the life out of her in his lap. After she’s sufficiently tickled he lets her tackle him back into the bed with a smile.

“Cuddle time!” She declares happily.

Steve chuckles but agrees. They could both use some cuddle time right about now. She essentially disappears into his chest, he strokes her back the way he knows soothes her no matter the situation and revels in the feeling of his daughter’s love. Moments like these are when he stops doubting. He stops seeing only the ways he’s failing. His attention gets drawn to everything he's doing right. At least, everything he must be doing right to warrant such a sweet girl’s affection. It isn't long before she's once again snoring, bringing a content smile to Steve’s face.

The phone starts to ring from the bedside table. Steve fumbles for it before it wakes Jack, but he ends up wishing he didn't. His boss needs him to come in. One of the other guys got injured on the job. He tries to say no, he really does. It’s to no avail. He’s their last resort.

“Fuck,” he whispers to himself once he hangs up.

He runs a hand over his tired face. Is a lazy morning sleeping in with his kid really too much to ask for? She looks at ease sleeping on him. It breaks his heart to have to go. It aches so deep Steve wonders if the ache was always there. He manages to successfully extract himself without waking Jack. He pulls his comforter over her little body and goes out to the living area.

Steve calls everyone. Everyone. No one can come to watch Jack. No one can come to get her in time for him to leave. Steve is fucked. He sighs on the couch, staring at the phone in his hand, and makes a decision. A decision he never wanted to have to make, but that he knows he can.

“Yeah,” Eddie answers, voice thick with sleep.

“Hey, I’m really sorry to wake you,” Steve greets softly.

“Is everything okay? Is Jack okay?” Eddie asks immediately, sounding more alert.

A fond smile grows on Steve’s lips. Eddie always asks about Jack when he hears unexpectedly from Steve. Something that makes Steve’s heart soar.

“Jack’s okay, but she's actually why I’m calling…”

“What d’you need?”

Steve gets a rush of Deja Vu. Eddie is so quick to offer his help.

“I got called into work and no one else can watch her today. If it's too much, I get it, you really don't ha-”

“Pass up a whole day with Jack? Are you crazy? When should I come over?”

The relief is tangible on Steve’s body. Watching Jack for a few hours is much different than an entire day. He was afraid Eddie would be hesitant or that even asking would be too much. Eddie shows up not too long after wearing Steve’s coat and a smile. He offers the coat back, but Steve refuses because it looks better on you anyways. He shrugs the coat back on with pink cheeks. Before he does, Steve notices Eddie’s usual Mordor Music shirt is replaced by an old band one that Steve swears he remembers from high school. There's a dark long sleeve layered beneath it.

“I can't even begin to tell you how amazing you are for this,” Steve tells him by the door.

“I wouldn't stop you from tryin’,” Eddie smiles teasingly.

Steve rolls his eyes playfully.

“Remember, everyone’s numbers are-”

“On the fridge, I know.”

“Right, and she needs-”

“To eat breakfast and take a bath. Steve, I got this. I promise.”

Steve spends likely too long studying Eddie’s face. Every softly rounded feature, the shape of his unfairly plump lips, and those giant coffee brown eyes that are so much like Jack’s. He nods, no doubt in his mind that Eddie does indeed have this handled.

“I know. I know, you’ll do great. I’m gonna do everything I can to be home by six.”

“I’ll be waiting in an apron with a piping hot dinner,” Eddie smiles, inching into Steve's personal space.

Steve doesn't move to reinstate the space. He accepts Eddie’s intrusion effortlessly.

“Aren't I supposed to be the one making you dinner,” he points out.

His playfulness only partially masks the edge of hurt from Eddie’s failure to call. Eddie pouts dramatically.

“What, Harrington, not into the whole dutiful housewife thing? Woulda pegged you for the type back in school.”

Steve chuckles because Eddie is right. In school, he was the type to be into the whole dutiful housewife thing. He honestly feels silly for it in retrospect. Now, all he really wants is a partner, whatever shape that may take. He just wants someone to tackle life with.

“Yeah, well, back in school I was. I think I grew out of that when Jack was born. Grew out of a lotta things when Jack was born,” he says with a shrug.

“Did you grow into anything new?”

“If you want to know my type you can just ask,” Steve teases, looking through his lashes at where Eddie’s boyish smile is angled toward him.

“Alright, then, what's your deal, Harrington? You still chasing after the Nancy Wheelers of the world?” He asks playfully.

Steve can't help breathing out a small laugh.

“No, I think I've gotten my fill of that. I dunno if I can really pin down a type, but I seem to have a thing for curly hair,” he smirks.

Eddie straightens out automatically. His wide eyes bore into Steve. He clears his throat before pushing forward.

“You do?”

“Look at my track record. There’s Joann Rogers in eighth grade, big curly hair. Then Sarah the summer before senior year. Nancy, the first month or so of senior year before we knew Sarah was pregnant. Enough flings in between to earn me a reputation. And now… Well, I don't think it's something that's changed much,” he becomes less confident by the end.

And now you was so close to falling from his lips. He almost wishes it had. Eddie looks like he’s short-circuiting either way. His watch beeping reminds Steve he’s meant to be heading to work. The apartment is so much harder to leave now that both Jack and Eddie are in it. He goes to say his goodbye the right way, but Eddie must read it on him. Like always, he beats Steve to the first line. The only one to ever do so.

“Take care of yourself for me,” his voice is low, silky in a way that sends shivers across Steve’s skin.

“You first,” Steve answers breathlessly.

Eddie allows himself to take in the bedroom when he quietly steps inside. He hasn't seen it before. The room makes his heart clench. Eddie feels a little dumb for not realizing Steve and Jack share a room. He knows the one door is a closet. He knows the other is the bathroom. How did the fact that there are only three doors escape him? It looks mostly like Jack’s room with the exception of Steve’s bed pushed to one corner.

In a few short years, he knows Steve will be sleeping on the couch to give Jack her own room. Just like Wayne did for Eddie. Even if it hurts his body after hours of labor. Just like it did to Wayne. It strikes Eddie how similar a situation Steve has found himself in compared to Eddie’s childhood but in his adulthood. Only, he isn't experiencing it from Eddie’s perspective. He’s experiencing it from Wayne’s. Wayne didn't have nearly as much help. Eddie makes a mental note to call him later. Maybe visit the trailer tomorrow. It’s always been easier for Eddie to find time to get to Wayne than the other way around. Not that Wayne doesn't try. Eddie just usually likes to make his life easier by being the one to make the short trip.

He spots Jack in Steve’s bed. She looks so cozy curled up under his big hideous plaid comforter. Eddie doesn't want to wake her. He told Steve he would get her routine done, though. Steve had warned him that she’ll sleep until the afternoon if he doesn't wake her, regardless of when she went to bed. Jack runs on her own clock unless someone is there to keep her on track. Her eyes blink open when Eddie gives her arm a little shake. She looks around confused for a moment before her eyes land on Eddie. Her eyebrows knit as she rubs the sleep from her eyes.

“Eddie?” She asks in a tiny raspy voice.

“G’morning, princess,” he says tenderly.

Eddie expects her to ask where Steve is. He expects her to get a little mad that her dad had to leave when she thought he would be home. She doesn't, though. She just crawls into Eddie’s lap and nuzzles into his chest. It's so cute he could die. He scoops her up and carries her to the kitchen. There's a small table with three chairs around it against the wall below a framed image of Steve and baby Jack. He sets her down on a chair with a cushion on it that he can assume is meant to help her reach the table better.

“What’d’you want for breakfast, sleepy head?” He asks, using his folded forearms to lean against the empty chair across from her.

Jack looks at him strangely. Her face contorts into something similar to what Eddie looks like when he's asked to do Geometry.

“I always eat dinosaur soup,” she tells him as if he should know.

Eddie chuckles lightly.

“I think I’m gonna need you to help me out a little. What’s in dinosaur soup?”

“Dinosaur eggs,” she shrugs, throwing a tiny bit of attitude like she doesn't know why Eddie is asking her.

It causes him to blink at her in confusion for a moment. He chalks it up to her being upset Steve is gone and pushes forward.

“Okay… yeah, sure, I guess that makes sense for something called dinosaur soup. Uh- is there anything else in it?” He tries.

“The mushy cereal.”

That makes the lightbulb turn on above his head.

“Oh!” He exclaims in excitement.

He quickly raids through the small number of cabinets to find a box. He finds it above the fridge and holds it up for her to see triumphantly. She nods like it's a business meeting.

“Dinosaur soup,” she confirms.

Eddie makes her a packet of dinosaur egg instant oatmeal. It’s normal brown sugar oatmeal with the addition of little dinosaur eggs scattered about. He serves it to her with a cheerful bon appetit. She hunts down the little dinos that hatch from the sugar eggs first and then shovels the oatmeal into her mouth once she can't find any more. The entire time Eddie receives strange glances and confused eyebrows from her.

“What? Do I have something on my face?” Eddie asks after catching her eyes a dozen or so times.

She shakes her head no.

“What is it then? Why d’you keep looking at me like that?”

Her eyebrows knit in a way that makes Eddie see Steve. He’s seen this expression countless times now. That look tells him the gears are turning behind her eyes but she isn't sure if she can ask. She does ask, as she always does, and the question nearly floors Eddie.

“Are you my daddy now?”

His eyes have likely never been wider. His mouth opens and closes a few times struggling through the shock. How the fuck is he supposed to navigate this? How is he supposed to navigate it over breakfast?

“Uh- n-no, your daddy had to go to work for a little bit. I’m just watching you like Auntie Rob does,” he answers.

Her eyebrows furrow further.

“But you’re dressed like him,” she points out.

Eddie looks down at the coat he’s still in. His face lights up red as he stumbles over his words some more.

“Well, y-yeah, I’m wearing his coat, but I’m only borrowing it. Why do you think I’m your daddy now?”

She shrugs and pushes her oatmeal around a little.

“Dusty said you can be my daddy, but if you're my daddy then does that mean daddy isn't?” Her lip starts to tremble.

Everything clicks in Eddie’s head. He could kill Dustin. She woke up and had Steve. She went back to sleep, woke up again, and found Eddie in Steve’s clothing. With Dustin’s words floating around her head, no wonder she’s been so confused.

“Oh, sweet girl, no. Dustin didn't mean that. Your dad and I, we… we’re just really good friends. Your daddy will always be your daddy. No one can change that,” he assures her.

“Could you be my daddy too?” She asks with wide wondering eyes.

Her eyes are so dark Eddie can see his reflection in them. He looks totally flustered.

“I- uh- I-I don't know,” he answers honestly.

“Are you only allowed to have a daddy and a mom?”

“Jesus Christ, you really have a lot on your mind this morning,” Eddie mumbles mostly to himself, running his hands over his face.

Jack just blinks at him, waiting for an answer. Eddie feels like a train barrelling full steam ahead toward a collapsed bridge. Is this how Steve always feels?

“Well- no, some people have two moms or two daddies. Some people only have one and some people… don't have either,” he cringes at himself.

This really doesn't feel like a conversation he should be having with someone else’s kid. It definitely isn't one he knows how to have.

“Oh,” a thoughtful expression takes over her features, “okay.”

Eddie waits for more, but she finishes eating quietly. He watches her, seeing fragments of everyone who loves her in her movements and expressions. Everyone, but himself. It admittedly hurts more than he’s expecting. He spends a lot of time with Jack between her lessons and Max bringing her in for her shifts at least twice a week now. At this point, Jack might know their inventory better than he does. She seems to like him, he thinks. So, why isn't he represented in her repertoire of other people’s habits?

Bathtime isn't a complete nightmare. Eddie keeps nervously asking her what’s next and how Steve does it. He’s touched to see some of the products he told Steve about lining the tub. He finds a normal hair brush next to all of it, causing him to frown. Without much thought, he digs through the bathroom drawers until he finds a wide tooth comb. He knew Steve had to have one with the way he does his hair. Jack is calm when he washes her hair. Eddie takes note of what products are missing and adds them to his own mental grocery list.

“You have a shirt for your head?” He asks her.

“Shirts are for your body, silly,” she giggles in response.

Eddie can't help smiling and chuckling along. He runs to the bedroom and grabs one of Steve's clean plain shirts. He uses it to wrap up her hair. She lets him curiously, loving the end result.

“It's like a beehive on my head!”

Then came the hard part. Getting her out of the tub. She doesn't want to budge. She wants to continue playing with her bath markers, the only time she's allowed to write on the wall. Eddie would be happy to let her, but she’s already going pruney and he has to get to the store eventually. He ends up wrapping her in a towel and throwing her over his shoulder kicking and screaming. He doesn't like it, but it works.

“I’m mad at you,” she grumbles and turns away from him, still wrapped in her towel.

She looks like a little soft-serve ice cream cone standing in the middle of the room between the beds. It never ceases to impress Eddie how clearly and freely she can articulate her feelings. It’s just one thing in the big book of things that makes Steve the best dad ever.

“I know, I’m sorry. We gotta get you dressed, though. Don't you wanna go play music?” He entices.

She looks halfway over her shoulder. Eddie raises his eyebrows at her and tucks his chin in with big eyes. He stands across the room near the dresser pushed against the wall. Beside it are wooden sliding doors he knows must be the closet.

“No scales?” She checks.

Eddie chuckles and shakes his head.

“No scales, cross my heart,” he promises and draws an x over his heart with his finger

This wins her over. She seems to forget she was mad at Eddie at all. Now, Eddie just has to figure out what to dress her in. He tries to think about past outfits he’s seen her in. He doesn't want the mismatched messes Robin throws together, nor the mini-me outfits Max creates. He wants it to look like Steve dressed her because that’s when she looks the most like herself.

“How does your daddy usually dress you? Does he pick out the clothes or let you pick?” Eddie consults Jack.

She simply shrugs. Eddie sighs.

“Alright, I guess I’m just gonna do it my way,” he mumbles to himself.

He digs through the closet and Jack’s drawers in the dresser to come up with options.

“Which shirt?” He holds up a black crewneck and a green long sleeve with a graphic of a t-rex just in case dinosaurs are a theme today.

She points at the crewneck. Eddie nods and puts both down on Steve’s bed, the crew neck off to the side. He repeats this process with her pants, socks, and shoes. She ends up in the crewneck, a medium-wash pair of jeans, and her black vans. They seem to be her favorite. When he’s done he examines the outfit and decides to add something. He pulls her Mordor Music shirt over the crewneck to layer it. She beams when she sees the final product.

“Now I look kinda like you!” She exclaims happily.

Eddie chuckles and agrees. Next is the part he’s really been dreading. Her hair. Jack sits on the closed toilet while Eddie collects the products he needs. He adds some styling products to his mental grocery list. The good news is there’s a leave-in conditioner and curl cream.

“Okay, I dunno how daddy usually does your hair, but I’m probably gonna do it a little differently. If I promise you it won't hurt, will you sit still for me?” He calmly bargains.

She considers him for a moment. Eddie is about to start bribing when she nods in agreement. Maybe it's because his hair is so similar to her own, but it feels nice that she trusts him. He takes the t-shirt off her head, allowing the still-sopping wet mess that's her hair to fall down. She giggles as it covers her face. Eddie gets to work by first detangling her hair with the detangler and his fingers. They move gently through her hair, carefully pulling apart every knot he comes upon without causing her to even flinch. Then he combs the leave-in conditioner in her hair. Her eyes go wide when the comb glides effortlessly through the locks.

“It didn't hurt,” she says.

“I told you it wouldn't,” Eddie smiles.

“Can you always do my hair?”

“I wish I could, princess. I can teach your dad how to do it this way, though. No more painful knots for my girl,” it slips out.

His face goes red as he processes what he said. My girl. Except, she isn't his girl. She isn't his kid. Eddie tells himself he just got swept up in the role. He got carried away. That's what it is. It isn't a hole she’s filling that he didn't even know was there. It isn't the absolute certainty that he would do anything for this little girl. It’s definitely not the way he feels about her dad and the fantasies he falls asleep to of the three of them walking through the park. Jack is always between Steve and Eddie as they hold her hands and swing her on a count of three as they walk. It isn't any of that, though. He just got carried away.

She laughs at the funny sound her hair makes when he scrunches the cream into it. When he’s done he steps back and holds out his hands with a ta-da! It still has to dry, but he can already tell her hair is the most defined and moisturized he’s seen it look. Everything is going great. Jack let him do her hair. She’s fed, bathed, and dressed. All he has to do is get her strapped into her seat and-

Eddie freezes in his tracks as he looks for his keys. Her seat. Eddie doesn't have a seat. He doesn't even have a backseat for a booster seat. Shit. He cringes as he turns to look at Jack. She stands behind him, waiting to go play her music. Okay, Max, he thinks. She should be out of her appointment by now. He hates having to call her for help, but he can't drive Jack all the way to Mordor Music in his van.

“‘Sup, Freak,” she answers on the third ring.

“Would you be able to give me a ride into the store?” He asks without prelude.

“What’s wrong with your van?”

“I can't put Jack in it.”

“Wait, you have Jack?”

Eddie’s eyes move to Jack’s dark curious ones.

“Yeah, why is that so hard to believe?” He questions defensively.

“Steve just must've been desperate this morning, that's all,” there's a shrug in her tone.

“If you're suggesting I’m not fit to watch a kid, I’ll have you know-”

“It’s not that, you dummy. It’s because Steve actually really likes you. Asking you to watch Jack for a couple of hours is a lot different than handing her off for the entire day. He probably agonized over it for thirty minutes,” she explains.

“Can you come get us or not? Or swap cars with me for the day?” Eddie diverts the conversation back to the task at hand.

He doesn't want to dwell too hard on Steve actually really liking him.

“Yeah, yeah, I’ll be there in five. I’m assuming you're at Steve’s?”

“Yep. Thanks, you're a lifesaver.”

“I know.”

He hangs up and goes to happily tell Jack Max will be picking them up. Except Jack is no longer there. He spins around looking, but she’s nowhere. Where could she have gone? And right now?

“Jack,” Eddie calls.

No answer. He peers under every table that could fit her. Nothing. He checks the bathroom and then the bedroom. Nothing. She’s seemingly disappeared. Panic begins to rise in Eddie’s chest despite knowing she couldn't have gotten out of the apartment. He calls her again, hoping to hear a shuffle, a giggle, literally anything. Silence clouds the apartment. Eddie begins checking everywhere. Even in the dumb places she couldn't be like the cutlery drawer. Just to be extra sure.

Max beeps to announce her arrival, but Eddie doesn't hear it. He’s too busy panicking and ripping the cushions off the couch, loudly ordering Jack to come back out. A quick, loud knock on the door startles him. He frantically whips it open to see an equally startled Max.

“Whoa, what’s going on?” She asks.

“I can't find her.”

“What?”

“Jack! Sh- She was there and then it was like I blinked and now I can't find her! She couldn't have left, right? She has to be in the apartment?” His desperation can't be hidden.

Max holds out her hands in a signal for Eddie to calm down. She has an amused little smirk on, which aids in the process. If she’s not panicking then he doesn't need to be either.

“It's okay, she does this. She’s testing her limits with you,” she assures him.

“What?”

She gestures for him to step aside and let her in. He does so, watching her close the door loudly.

“She's been weirdly difficult, maybe giving a little bit of an attitude?” Max raises her eyebrows.

“Yeah, I guess.”

“It's your first time watching her. She’s seeing what she can get away with, seeing where the boundaries are.”

Eddie is surprised to find himself a little annoyed. She’s been giving him trouble on purpose. Jack has been testing him. Jesus, have I been passing? he thinks. Has he been handling everything right?

“Alright, menace,” Max calls out, “You have five seconds to reveal yourself before I call the Boogeyman on you.”

Eddie gives her a questioning look. She shrugs. It works, though. Jack comes speeding out of the bedroom. She slams into Max and hugs her. Max chuckles and hugs her back. Eddie sighs and runs a hand over his face.

“Your hair looks so pretty!” Max compliments.

“Eddie did it!” She tells her excitedly.

Max gives him an impressed smile-nod combo. After everything, they end up ten minutes late to opening. Which means ten minutes late for his first lesson. He apologizes profusely to the annoyed mother who was waiting with her pre-teen son. When she spots Jack behind the counter with big headphones on as she bangs away on electric keys her face softens into understanding.

“Difficult morning?” She asks, nodding toward Jack.

Eddie glances over his shoulder at her. He sighs and nods.

“You can say that.”

“How old is she?”

“Six. She’ll be seven in April,” a smile appears on his lips as he talks.

There’s really no need to specify when her birthday is. It's late October now, but it's hard not to share everything he knows about Jack. She’s amazing and everyone should know.

“I remember that age. Can never tell when a tantrum is around the corner,” she chuckles.

“She's usually really good. Fairly tantrum-free, but… I guess every kid has their day,” he shrugs.

“They certainly do. When mine had a bad morning around that age, I would offer them peanut butter and apple slices,” she tells him.

“Peanut butter and apple slices?”

“Yeah, it takes them a little to eat, so they have a minute to sit with their emotions. Plus, it's crunchy and sometimes just crunching really loud on something makes them feel better.”

Eddie nods, intrigued by this random knowledge she's sharing.

“What do you do now?” She asks.

The question catches him off guard. Frankly, it confuses the hell out of him.

“Uh- I run this place and teach music to-”

“No,” she laughs and shakes her head, “I mean with your daughter when she has a bad morning.”

An entire ocean’s worth of emotion washes over Eddie. Your daughter. Why do two words feel like they hold a universe of meaning? His entire being aches with the fact that he can't claim her. He can't take any credit for any part of her. She’s just this really amazing kid whose dad he’s head over heels for. Knowing what he knows about her mother, he wishes he could be what makes up the other half of her. Not someone who wanted nothing to do with her, but someone who is completely crazy about her and wants to watch her grow.

“Oh… Um, well, this morning I bribed her with the piano when she didn't want to get dressed,” he says weakly.

He knows he should correct her, but wouldn't that just complicate the conversation more? The woman smiles in amusement and nods.

“Been there.”

She says goodbye to her son and finally leaves. Eddie catches Max’s eye as he goes by. She definitely heard. She hears everything in this place. An inscrutable set of her eyebrows makes it clear she heard. He frowns, shame settling into his gut.

Steve comes in with a tired smile half past six. Max sits and Eddie stands behind the counter. Jack is rolling around a set of Eddie’s dice on the floor. He throws Eddie an inquisitive glance.

“She likes’em,” he shrugs.

“Sorry, I’m late.”

Upon hearing Steve, Jack zooms up and over to him squealing. Steve is poised to catch her when she launches into him. She wraps herself around him like always.

“No worries, she wasn't any trouble. Well, after scaring me half to death this morning,” Eddie says with a smile.

Steve arches an eyebrow at her. Eddie can't see her face, only the curls bouncing on the back of her head. He does see Steve's deadpan stare at him, though.

“What?”

“She’s been spending too much time with you,” he states.

“What?” Eddie guffaws.

“She just did this annoying little smile you always do when you’re caught doing something, but you think it's funny.”

“That's specific,” Eddie scoffs in disbelief.

“No, with you that's a pretty common look,” Max interjects boredly.

Something lights up in Eddie. Jack made one of his faces. One of his signature smiles. He becomes light as air. Maybe he can take credit for a bit of Jack, no matter how minuscule. He can look at her and say there! That part’s me! That part of this amazing little person comes from me!

Eddie talks to Steve about the day on the phone later that night. This way Jack is asleep and they can talk uninterrupted. He tells him about the tantrum, the hiding, and the dinosaur soup conversation. He hesitates when it comes to her asking if Eddie was her new dad. What if it just hurts Steve’s feelings? There's history to consider.

“She- uh- she asked me this morning if I was her new daddy,” he chuckled nervously.

“Oh,” is all Steve says.

“I think she was just confused because of something stupid Dustin said and then I was wearing your coat. After that she asked if you're only allowed to have a mom and dad…,” he trails off, anxious to say his response.

“What did you tell her?”

Eddie sucks his bottom lip in with his breath. He exhales and swallows his nerves.

“I told her some people have two moms, or two dads, or just one, or neither. I’m really sorry if I crossed a line,” he rushes out.

“Why would you have crossed a line?” Steve sounds confused.

“I dunno… you know how some people get.”

“And you think I’m some people?” There’s a teasing edge to the question.

Eddie rolls his eyes but smiles.

“No, I don't. I really don't.”

“Good. Thank you, for answering her honestly like that. I try to be as honest as is appropriate with a six-year-old,” Steve says.

“Honesty’s the best policy.”

Each word hangs in the air as if taunting them with their irony. Honesty’s the best policy unless that means being honest about your feelings apparently.

“I got an interview next week,” Steve tells him.

Eddie’s heart races with all the possibilities.

“Where?”

“Nothing fancy. Custodian work at the community college, but the hours are set. They're normal. The pay is better. There are benefits. It could be really good for us, Eds,” Steve sighs hopefully.

Eddie tries not to cling to those particular words. It could be really good for us, Eds. He knows Steve doesn't mean him, but he wants him to. He wants him to so badly.

“That's amazing, Steve!”

“Yeah… and if I get it I could take a couple courses, maybe start working towards a degree,” he suggests timidly as if he fears Eddie's criticism.

“I think that sounds like a really good idea,” Eddie replies honestly and excitedly.

“Yeah?” Steve’s smile is clear as day in his voice.

Eddie’s own smile widens at the sound.

“Yeah, absolutely! If you need someone to watch Jack while you go to the interview, I’m happy to do it,” he offers.

“You’re too good to me, Munson,” Steve chuckles bashfully.

“Nah, I’m not good enough to you, Harrington. You deserve more than I can give you.”

The words have an unintended impact. Steve wonders if that means he was right. Eddie may like him, but he doesn't want to be with him. He doesn't want to be with Jack. Steve feels his heart shred in his chest. It doesn't come as a surprise though. After all, who would really want a single teen dad?

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The Bangtan Gal Chapter 32- You're Easy To Mess With

Chapter Summary: Jen celebrates her 17th birthday, her friendship with Amber grows. Some of the members attempt to mess with Yoongi & Jennie while they nap. Jen visits Angelina in LA to support her upcoming album, only for it to be crashed by unpleasant guests.

Words: 8,000+

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Just before dance practice was over, the members took one last break before they prepared to record a Bangtan Bomb of their hyped up version of War of Hormone. Sitting against the wall, Jen casually scrolled through her Instagram. Ever since the music video for War of Hormone dropped, critics have said that this BTS era showed off more of Jen's improved stage presence. Throughout her notifications, she would see people tag her Instagram name, showing others that she was the girl who strutted herself on stage.

'Who is this girl? What group is she in? She's American? She's cool, I wanna see more of her'

They would ask as fans of BTS would answer eagerly.

She was delighted to see that her hard work had been paying off for this era. She planned to keep up the great work and improve with each comeback. Setting her phone down, she and the rest of the members got in formation for the song as Namjoon stood in the middle. As the first beats of the song blare out around the room, Namjoon twitched before jumping up in the air, flashing his stomach.

'Yep, I can tell this is gonna be a mess. Might as well be a mess with them.' She considered with a short laugh.

Let's see if she can be on their level of goofiness.

"Hobi! Hobi~!" Hobi squealed with a broad grin on his face, getting into position with Jungkook.

When Jimin and Tae got in their positions, Jungkook punched Tae in the stomach. Tae let out a loud, dramatic groan while Jen fought the urge to laugh at their shenanigans.

"Look over there, over there!" Yoongi shouted and pointed at Jennie, getting the guys' attention.

"WHAAOOOOOOOO~"

The guys lost their minds as she walked in front of them and the camera. Flashing the camera with a derp face, Jen wiggled her eyebrows.

After the guys freaked out, screaming and yelling outrageously, Namjoon started his verse. All the members begin to dance, acting excessively than usual.

jonjaehae jwoseo (cham) gamsahae

jeonhwa jom haejwo naega (ham) bap salge

a yojeum michin michin geo gata gichim gichim

"AHHHHHH!" Hobi screamed.

His sudden scream caused Jen to slip and lose her balance for a second while in a fit of giggles. She played the fall off by spinning around, posing with her arms in the air, before getting back up to her feet.

hage mandeuneun yeojadeul otcharim

da bichim bichim

(berimachwi) ttaengkyu! nae siryeogeul ollyeojwo

(jayeollasik) don deuril pillyo eobseo

I'll be in panic I'll be a fan

And I'll be a man of you you you you babe

jakkuman nuni doragane yeojadeurui bae (Yup)

"Aye!" Jen and Hobi yell.

yeojadeureun bangjeongsik uri namjadeureun hae (Yup)

"Sing it!" Jen shouted, clapping her hands together.

ttam ppilppil gwaenhi bilbildaege dwae

deo manhi jom sineojwo haihilhil

nado yeollyeodeorp al geon da areo

"Ah, you're the best!" Hobi shouted to the camera.

yeojaga segye choegoran geot mariyeo

Yes I'm a bad boy so i like bad girl

illu wabwa baby urin jal doel geol

Rushing up to the camera, covering his eyes before revealing them with a cute grin, Tae walked back, singing his verse.

(Hello hello)

"WHAT!?" Hobi screeched.

Tell me what you want right now

"Right now!" They all shout

(Hello hello)

"WHAT!?"

(Hello hello)

"WHAT!?"

Imma give it to you girl right now

"Right now!" Hobi shouted.

nae kkeon anirajiman neon choego

"Choego!" Hobi and Jimin yell ridiculously.

ni apeseo baebae kkoineun nae mom

"Nae mom!" Tae joined Hobi and Jimin. Rushing up to the camera, Jimin puckered his lips.

nege dagaseogo sipjiman neomu simhage areumdawo

yeojaneun choegoui

seonmuriya seonmuriya

jinjja nae sowoneun

neoppuniya neoppuniya

While the seven boys rushed up to the camera again, Jungkook continued as Jen jumped around in the background.

nan neoramyeon I'm ok

"Okay!" Hobi said with Jen as she jumped up in the air from behind.

Oh jajega andwae maeil

"YYYYYEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" Taehyung let out an over-dramatic yell as a vein popped out of his neck.

Jen watched Taehyung with an amused, questioning expression. She looked at the camera, pointing to him. "He dun' lost his damn mind. What is going on?!" She questioned the silliness.

"It's the hormones, Ennie. The hormones!" Jimin answered.

"HORMONES!" She yelled, throwing her arms up in the air.

aptaedo choego dwitaedo choego

meoributeo balkkeutkkaji choego choego

Jungkook kicked Tae in the butt as they continued to dance.

La la la la la la la la la

aptaedo choego dwitaedo choego

La la la la la la la la la

meoributeo balkkeutkkaji choego choego

La la la la la la la la la

aptaedo choego dwitaedo choego

Getting him back, Tae kicks Jungkook in the butt.

La la la la la la la la la

georeumgeori hanakkaji choego choego

As the guys stayed in the back, Jen walked forward, putting her hoodie over her head as she rocked side to side, looking down at the floor. "Uh! Uh! Okay!"

Looking up at the camera, she began her verse in a third person perspective for the female ARMYs, "She knows she's the BEST, from head to TOE!" She shouted hysterically. Jungkook and Jimin let out a laugh. "It's completely ridiculous if you think she don't KNOW!"

"WHAT!?" The guys shout. Jimin and Hobi start shaking Jungkook back and forth as they point at her.

Kneeling on the ground, she pointed to the camera. "Her hair. Her body, her waist and legs, it's okay to stare, she knows that she looks good. Yea, she sees you starin' hard." Back on her feet, she jumped on one foot, like she was tripping, "Caught you off guard. She sees you droolin', Who are you foolin'?"

"AH! AH! Back away!" Jin shouted, shoving Jungkook away from approaching her as he fell on the floor. Tae took the opportunity to kick him while he was down.

As her verse continued to play, Jin got protective, making sure the guys stayed away from her. Meanwhile, Jen turned to the camera and jumped on Jin's back as he let out a yell of surprise. She wrapped her arms around his neck and hugged him tightly.

"When did I agree to this?" He exclaimed as he spun her around in circles.

"Stop hogging her!" Jimin complained.

"Give her to me!" Tae added as she got off Jin's back.

"Not another step!" Jin pointed while Jen turned back to the camera, walking forward while the guys bicker.

Oblivious to Jungkook approaching her, he bumped his hip against hers.

"Whoa!" She shouted, stumbling off to the side. Whipping her head to the side to see who bumped her, she laughed and punched him in the chest. "Not cool!"

Jungkook giggled in response as she shoved him away from her. Pointing to the camera, she sang, "And yes she's the baddest. Yes, she's a bad girl. But she ain't your baby, you gotta earn that."

Getting in position for the chorus, she sang, "Hello hello!"

"WHAT!?" The guys yell wildly

"Hello hello!" She yelled louder

"WHAT!?"

"She'll tell you what she wants right now!"

"RIGHT NOW!"

"Hello hello!"

"WHAT!?"

"Hello hello!"

"WHAT!?"

"She ain't givin' it to you, right now! She's the best and she knows it but she's not yours. She makes your body twist and turn when you in front of her!"

nege dagaseogo sipjiman neomu simhage areumdawo

yeojaneun choegoui

seonmuriya seonmuriya

jinjja nae sowoneun

neoppuniya neoppuniya

nan neoramyeon I'm ok

Oh jajega andwae maeil

aptaedo choego dwitaedo choego

meoributeo balkkeutkkaji choego choego

La la la la la la la la la

Tae snuck in a kiss on Jennie's cheek, catching her off guard. "That's gonna cost you smarties. My kisses aren't free, Tae." She teased, giggling with him.

"Ah! What is this!?" Jin grabbed her away. "No touching!"

"How could you!?" Jimin shouted at Tae as all the guys ganged up on him.

After their bickering, Yoongi rushed up to the camera, rapping.

eorim banpuneochi eobtji handu beonssik

nolda heeojil yeojadeuregen gwansim eobtji

geunde neol bomyeo baewo body geonchukhakgaeron

"Jungkookie is going up!" Hobi said dramatically while Yoongi was lifted up in the air.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHH~"

"GO SUGA GO!" Jen yelled as she and the rest of the members jumped up and down, enthusiastically. She fell on the floor as her laughter started to hurt her stomach.

Was this even a dance practice anymore? This was just too much fun. They need to have more dance practices like this.

"Hobi's going!" Tae shouted as she got back on her feet. Hobi started sliding his feet, moving forward with a big grin on his face, while the rest of the members followed his movements.

geunyeo meori badi heori dari

mal motaneun beomwikkaji

gwansim eopdan mari namjaroseon manhi eoisangsil

jageun jeseuchyeo hanaedo ppeogi gaji

Girl ni yuhoge bammada jikyeo

nae keompyuteo jari

As the guys made a door, Tae scooped Jen up bridal style, while Hobi jumped on his back.

"This is a mess!" She laughed.

"Let's go~!" Hobi beamed while Tae managed to walk through the human door.

geunyeoreul wihan lady first

yeojan chagaun bingsan? Let it go

nal michige haneun female nal jageukhaji maeil

Making his way to the camera, Hobi made a heart with his hands, shouting, "I love you!"

(Hello hello)

"WHAT!?" Jen yelled with Jimin

(Hello hello)

"WHAT!?"

Tell me what you want right now

Jin began his traffic dance while the rest continued the chorus.

(Hello hello)

"WHAT!?"

(Hello hello)

"What!?"

Imma give it to you girl right now

nae kkeon anirajiman neon choego

ni apeseo baebae kkoineun nae mom

"Ah, I'm tired, guys." Hobi breathed out.

nege dagaseogo sipjiman neomu simhage areumdawo

yeojaneun choegoui

seonmuriya seonmuriya

jinjja nae sowoneun

neoppuniya neoppuniya

nan neoramyeon I'm ok

Oh jajega andwae maeil

aptaedo choego dwitaedo choego

meoributeo balkkeutkkaji choego choego

(nugu ttaemune?) yeoja ttaemune

(nugu ttaemune?)

"Because of ARMYs!" Hobi made another heart with his hands, while Jen flailed her arms around.

(nugu ttaemune?)

namjagi ttaemune

(namjagi ttaemune?)

"We are men too!" Jimin shouted.

yeoja ttaemune

(nugu ttaemune?) yeoja ttaemune

(nugu ttaemune?) horeumon ttaemune

(nugu ttaemune?) namjagi ttaemune

(namjagi ttaemune?)

"Because of ARMYs!" Jimin shouted again.

yeoja ttaemune

"Because of ARMYs!" Tae added with Jennie.

For the break dance, Hobi and Jin grab each other's hands and jump up and down. Jimin and Namjoon do their goofy footing dance, while Jungkook and Tae grab onto each other, leaning back with Yoongi behind them.

Meanwhile, Jen decided to perform the running man dance, making her movements bigger than usual as her mouth was wide open in a big grin.

yeojaneun choegoui

Out of nowhere, Tae shoved Jimin off to the side, making him fall down.

"Why!?" Jennie grabbed onto Tae, shaking him.

"Yah!" Namjoon shouted, looking around at the hyped mess.

This was pure chaos!

What were they? Were they sane?

La la la la la la la la la

ap taedo choego dwi taedo choego

La la la la la la la la la

georeumgeori hanakkaji choego choego

As the song ended, Jungkook kicked Tae in the butt, making him stumble on the floor. Jimin kicked him down when he tried to get up and a chorus of laughs were heard. When the recording ended, Jen helped Taehyung back on his feet.

"Best dance practice, hands down." She said with a smile.

"Phew, I'm beat." Hobi stretched and sat down on the floor.

Gathering up her things, Jen saw a Kumamon phone chain on Yoongi's phone. "What's that?"

"Kumamon." He answered casually.

"Cute. Is that your favorite character?"

"Yeah. yours?"

"Hello Kitty." She answered with a big smile.

"Hello Kitty, huh?" Yoongi nodded to himself, making a mental note.

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After taking a shower back at the dorm, Jen headed to a local dog café to meet up with Amber. Spotting her waving with a big grin on her face, Jen rushed over to her, wrapping her arms around her, for a long, friendly hug.

"You're here! How you been, girl?" Amber spoke as she pulled away, gesturing her to sit down.

"I just had dance practice, so I washed up and made my way here. I'm sore, but content." Jen responded she took a seat across from her. Looking around at the variety of dogs strolling and playing around, she smiled. "This place is so cute!"

"I knew you'd like it!"

Watching a Golden Retriever puppy approach her, Jen started to pet it as it nuzzles her hand. "Ugh, so adorable. I want a dog, now. Can you take a picture of me?"

"Hehe, sure." She grabbed Jen's phone while she held the puppy in her hands, holding it close to her with a cute smile on her face.

After snapping the photo, Jen tweeted it on the BTS Twitter account with the caption, 'I'm getting puppy fever! It's so cute! I want a puppy, now!'

"Some of the members have pets and they usually live at their parents' place. If I do get a puppy, I don't have anywhere for it to stay if I'm on schedule and have to travel."

"I can take care of it with you! I live alone with my dogs!"

"You don't mind?" Jen inquired as she set the puppy down.

"Of course not! And we gotta have sleepovers soon. Get you away from all the testosterone. I know it's a workout, living with seven guys, hahah."

"I've gotten used to it but it would be nice to hang with more girls."

"Then it's settled. I'll plan a sleepover for the both of us."

"Sweet! Let me know when."

"So, if you do get a puppy, do you have a particular breed?"

"I'd like a Jack Russell Terrier. They're so adorable. Especially when they're puppies."

"Aw! I hope you get one, soon! So, how's school?"

"The only thing I love about school is my English classes. English is my favorite subject. I'm taking Honors English."

"Ooh, fancy. Planning on going to college?"

"I really want to. But I want to go to college in America. But since I'm here, I'm not sure what the future holds. Maybe I'll go to college here if I can. Who knows what BTS will become in 2017 when Jungkook and I graduate from SOPA."

Amber nodded. "I'm happy that you're serious about your education. Continue that. What other classes are you taking?"

"Oh, you know, the requirements like history, math and so on. I'm continuing my guitar classes."

"Ah, I knew you played an instrument. How's that going?"

"The class is an advanced one, so it is complex. Learning about the history of the guitar and how it's evolved. It's fascinating to learn. I try to stay after school for extra help from the teacher. It helps."

"Are you making friends at SOPA?"

"Hayoon is my best friend at SOPA. One of the sweetest people ever. She is such a great baker, too. Her cupcakes are A1! We gotta bake together. She's timid but if you continue to talk to her, she'll break out of her shell. She's currently preparing to debut in G-Friend."

"Oh wow~! That's great! I wish her the best."

"I'll be checking their debut out, giving her support. I know it's going to be great. As for other friends, I do have some. I try to communicate with everyone and say hey, every now and then."

"Haha, you're so opposite from Jungkook. I heard he's quiet and shy."

Jen nodded a couple of times. "Very. He'll come out of his shell and make close friends. I know he will. Anyone will be lucky to have a friend like him. He's always there when you need him."

"Such friendship goals." The two shared a laugh.

After getting their cups of hot chocolate and a variety of pastries, Amber asked, "So Jen, do you miss America?"

"Always. I always wonder what my sisters are doing on campus and how my parents are. I try my best to Skype, text and call." Letting out a long sigh, she resumed her statement. "Every time I think about my sisters, I realize how much I missed out on having a normal life. I love SOPA and all but it's a bit overwhelming as an idol there."

"Elaborate."

"I want to be treated as a normal student. Treat me like any other classmate. I don't want people to be nervous to approach me or anything like I'm someone superior to them. I'm a normal human being. Let's be friends, talk to me like I'm just a regular student trying to get my education, the same as you. I'm usually filmed and have pictures taken of me in class. Like dude, just say hey to me, and we'll be buddies. But I feel like all they think of me as just an idol."

"I understand what you mean, but you gotta remember that you are becoming famous. Keep in mind BTS is growing day by day. ARMYs are an impressive fan base."

"Yeah...I guess it still hasn't hit me. To be honest, I am anxious about the future. I hope the fame won't overwhelm me."

"Don't forget about the sasaengs," Amber replied in a serious tone.

Making a facial expression of horror, Jen covered her face. "Aw man, I forgot about them."

"Prepare Jen Drop. It's inevitable, unfortunately. Just be aware of your surroundings and the people around you. I don't want you to get hurt." She looked at her with worry. As Jen uncovered her face, Amber smiled and held her hand, squeezing it. "If anyone tries anything, let me know, so I can find where they live and kick their asses."

Letting out a laugh, Jen and Amber shared a smile. "I'll try my best. Gosh, I enjoy talking with you. I feel like I can express myself more in English. I'm happy that you and I get to talk in English, together."

"Me too, girl. How do you feel about your progress in the industry?"

"I feel like I'm improving day by day. I'm thankful that I'm getting more recognition for War of Hormone."

"Well, it's not hard with you strutting with your sexy self on stage. When I saw the performance, I was like, 'Yes, girl! Shake it! Shake that brass!' Speaking of Shake That Brass, I'm working on my solo album. One of the songs is called Shake That Brass. I'll be shooting the music video, soon. Would you like to be a part of it?"

Jen stared at her, astonished. She wanted her to be a part of it? Her?

"No way, really!?"

"Yeah! The more the merrier! Plus, you'll get to meet the people I hang with! It'll be fun~! What do ya say? Please? Please say yes! We'll dance together and everything. The dance isn't difficult. You'll breeze right through it."

"Sure!"

"Yay! I'll keep you updated. Let me know what Big Hit says and everything. You'll have a blast. Taeyeon is also a part of the song."

"G-Girls Generation Taeyeon?"

"Mm Hm~" Amber nodded. "She's super nice. You two will hit it off for sure."

"Can't wait!"

-----

For Halloween, as the members got their makeup done, they were filmed for a Bangtan Bomb. Jen became Black Widow for Halloween, wearing a short red wig to go with it.

"Do I look badass, now?" She gestured to the costume, giving the fans a closer look at it. "I like it! This is sick."

"Anything you want to say to ARMYs?" She was asked.

"Have a safe Halloween and enjoy a lot of candy!" She grabbed a pack of Smarties. "Gotta have my daily dose of smarties~!" She popped one in her mouth.

"I dunno how you can eat that. There's hardly anything sweet to it." Yoongi approached her, with his hair disheveled and makeup resembling Chucky.

"I dunno, maybe it's because my taste buds are better than yours." She deadpanned.

"Pssh, no the fuck it ain't."

"Language!" She exclaimed in a scolding tone. They'll definitely have to bleep that out when they post the video. Turning to the camera, she put her hands up in defense, clearing her throat. "I sincerely apologize for Suga's language to those who aren't over the PG-14 rating."

Stepping away from the camera, Jen took selfies on her phone until Namjoon photobombed her, pretending he was going to bite her.

"Well, well if it isn't Black Widow. I wonder how your blood will taste." He played his vampire persona.

"The only blood you'll be tasting is your own when I kick you into next week, pal. Now back away if you know what's good for you." She warned, playing along in a fearless tone.

"This isn't over." He went off to his next victim, which was Jungkook.

"He looks scary." Jungkook started backing away, turning to the Bangtan Bomb camera as Namjoon approached him, placing a hand on his shoulder. "Don't come near me! Don't come near me!"

"Aye! Back away from him." Jennie got involved, while Jungkook hid behind her.

"Yah! Give me the boy!" Namjoon demanded.

"You'll have to go through me, first." She stared up at him, fearlessly.

"This should be a movie. Black Widow vs The Vampire, in theaters October 31st. Catch the sneak peek on BangtanTV." Jimin looked on while Jen and Namjoon shared a laugh.

------

After they headed back to the dorm, Jen laid on top of Yoongi, as the both of them napped on the couch.

"They still sleeping??" Jimin looked on, watching them.

Recently, Yoongi and Jennie had become each other's napping partners. He enjoyed how she was easy to sleep next to and didn't irritate him while he slept.

"Have they even moved? It's been an hour." Jungkook questioned as he watched them.

"Let's mess with them." Jimin slyly suggested with an evil giggle, rubbing his hands together.

"I'm in!" Tae answered while Jungkook and Hobi also agreed.

"Your funeral," Namjoon replied nonchalantly and went back on his phone.

Hobi took out his phone and began recording as he and the Maknae line slowly made their way to the sleeping pair.

"This just in, we've found two species. The Suga and the Jen." Jimin commentated. "Two species who are dedicated to naps."

"Jen's weakness?" Hobi inquired.

"Smarties," Jungkook answered precisely.

"Suga's weakness?" Jimin asked.

"Unknown," Tae answered. "What will happen when we attempt to wake them? What we will do may be dangerous. If you see a Suga and a Jen, prepare for anything."

"Indeed. We have yet to find out what will happen if their slumber is interrupted." Jungkook added

Hearing giggles and chatter, Jen frowned at the noise. Suddenly she felt a rumble from Yoongi's chest.

"Leave us the fuck alone!" His sudden shout made Hobi yelp in fear and he ended up dropping his phone, while Jimin grabbed it to continue recording.

"MAY DAY! MAY DAY! THEY HAVE AWAKENED!" Jimin hollered.

Jen let out a sigh of irritation because of the loud noise, murmuring to Yoongi, "You want me to hurt them?"

"Yeah. That'll be great. I'll join in." He gently pushed her off him and got off the couch. Jen stretched out her arms in the air and got off the couch, too.

"Uh oh, they're awake!" Jungkook shouted.

"Take cover!" Tae yelled as he and the rest of the guys scattered around the living room, keeping their distance.

Turning their heads to each other, Jen asked Yoongi while putting her hair in a bun, "Who do you want to kill?"

"I'll take Jimin and Hobi." Yoongi responded in a dark tone, cracking his knuckles.

A loud gulp was heard from Hobi when his frightened eyes met Yoongi's glare. Screaming at the top of their lungs when Yoongi began to run after them, Hobi and Jimin jumped around the furniture and into one of the bedrooms.

"Tae and Kook it is." She dashed after them, ignoring their screams and yells. "Yeah, you better run!"

"Any mess you make, you're cleaning it up! Don't break anything!" Jin shouted from the kitchen.

Namjoon shook his head, putting in his earphones. Even with the earphones, he could hear crashing noises, groans of pain, screaming and yelling.

"These kids..." He said, hearing the yells from the four pranksters, as well as Hobi's loud screeching.

"I TOLD you to not mess with my napping!" Jen yelled

"Now you four fucked up!" Yoongi shouted as the four pranksters started pleading for mercy.

"I learned my lesson! I learned my lesson!"

"Please! Have mercy!"

"Y-Yoongi I thought we were cool!"

"Spare me! I'm innocent!"

"After all that I've done for you, Jennie!?"

"I'm sorry! Don't hurt me!"

"Go away!"

"After all that we've been through!?"

"J-Jennie what are you doing with that pillow!?"

"Yoongi, don't strangle him, please!"

"What are you about to do with that pillow!"

"She's trying to suffocate him! Help Taehyung!"

"Ow! That hurt Yoongi!"

"MOMMY!"

The two of them see Hobi desperately attempting to crawl out of the room. "Please...Jin...Namjoon...help us! I beg of you-AHHHHHHH~" He screamed as he was dragged back into the room by Yoongi.

Yoongi slammed the door shut as Jin and Namjoon heard Hobi scream, "No! No, please! I'm sorry! It won't happen again!"

Raising a brow at the violent noises, Jin murmured, "Oh my..." Turning to Namjoon, he asked, "Should we be concerned?"

"Nah. They brought this on themselves. They'll know next time." Namjoon nonchalantly replied. After five minutes, Yoongi and Jen get back on the couch and nap, in the living room, like nothing happened. "Should I check on them, or should you?"

Jin let out a sigh. "I'll get the first aid kit."

Heading into one of the rooms, he found the four boys, battered, groaning in pain and clutching their most aching areas, like their heads and stomachs.

"Now what have we learned today?" Jin smiled. "This is what you get for playing around with the wrong people at the wrong time."

----

When it was finally her birthday, Jen checked her blown up notifications of birthday messages from fans, which put a smile on her face.

'You are such a great person, you make my day! I love you!'

'Thank you for sharing your talent with us. You're one of a kind in BTS! Thanks for showing us girls out there to stay happy and confident'

'Munchkin~ thank you for making me smile every time I see you!'

'Please keep being who you are! Don't ever change for anybody!

'Have a wonderful day!'

'Happy birthday to this beautiful girl!'

'Sending love from Europe!'

'Brazil loves you!'

'Come back to America!!'

'Shouting out happy birthday from America! Hope you come back home soon!'

'Stay smiling!!'

'You always catch my attention in BTS, I will always be a fan!'

'I want you to know how loved you are!'

'So thankful for this girl's existence'

'Stay healthy and don't overwork yourself!'

'Huge inspiration!'

'I'm your biggest fan!'

'Happy birthday to my bias!'

'Happy birthday to my bias wrecker who turns from cute to sexy in three seconds!'

'Happy birthday to the girl with the curls representing the curls!!'

'My baby!!'

'So happy with how far you've come!'

'She's really growing up. I'm so proud of her!'

It was positive messages like that, that gave her a boost of confidence and happiness to continue to work hard. Heading out of her room, she was greeted by the guys helping Jin create a special birthday breakfast for her, blueberry pancakes.

As soon as they saw her, they shouted 'Happy Birthday' and mob her with hugs as she laughed. "Thanks, guys!"

"A chair for the birthday girl." Namjoon pulled out the chair and she sat down.

After the birthday breakfast, Jimin pointed to the front door when they heard the doorbell ring. "I wonder who could that be!" He made his way to the door. When he opened it, a Hello Kitty mascot skipped inside.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH~!" The guys shouted, getting hyped out while Jennie widened her eyes, looking stunned. The mascot started dancing around as she started to laugh, standing up to hug Hello Kitty.

"All right, whose idea was this?" Jen asked with amazement as she looked on at the cuteness.

"I told the guys how much you like Hello Kitty. So, we planned this. Also, got you some Hello Kitty merch." Yoongi revealed, pointing to the gifts in the living room.

"You guys are really something else, you know that? Thank you, this is perfect." She beamed.

Dancing around with Hello Kitty and taking photos with her, Jen and the rest of the members had a great morning.

Later, in the afternoon, Namjoon knocked on her door. After waiting a few moments, Jen opened her door to have an envelope greet her face.

"One last gift." Namjoon smiled.

"What's this?"

"Open it and see."

Gesturing for him to come into her room, they sat on her bed as he anticipated her reaction. As soon as she opened it, she saw plane tickets. Her stomach dropped when she noticed the destination.

LA.

Snapping her head up at him, she grabbed onto him. "LA!?"

"There's a note. Check it out." He let out a chuckle.

'I told your ass that you would be coming to me in America, or I would come see you in Korea! Pack your bags, girl! You're invited to my album party! I missed you! Can't wait to see ya!'- Angelina :P

Tears began to form in her eyes as she wiped them away.

"I know you miss her. She misses you too. Go see her. I know it'll boost your spirits." He mentioned.

"How'd you know I was feeling bummed?"

"I'm the leader, I notice things. You can always talk to me, you know that right? Anything that's on your mind. I'm here. Just call me and I'll be there."

"Thank you." She hugged him tight.

"Get ready, I'll come with you to the airport."

"Okay!"

They both got off her bed as Namjoon headed to her door. Turning back around to face her, he spoke up, "One more thing. Can you...can you tell Angelina that I like her rapping? Her speed and flow are incredible. I'd like to collab with her if she is cool with it."

"Hand me your phone."

He heard her demand and took it out of his pocket. After watching her type something, she handed it back.

"Tell her yourself." She said with a soft tone.

Looking back down at his phone, his eyes widened at the fact that Jennie keyed in Angelina's number on his phone. "I-I dunno what to say."

"You can start by, hey, this is Rap Monster. Jennie gave me your number. I think your rapping is dope, would you like to collab?' Or something of that nature. You'll figure out something."

Rubbing the back of his neck, he shyly replied, "Ah, I dunno..."

"Trust me, she'll be happy to see that you hit her up. She thinks, and I quote, you're sexy, anyway."

His interest increased at her sudden statement. "Oh really?" He started to grin to himself, raising a brow. "What else did she say?"

Amused at his mood change, she shook her head. "You can find that on your own, buddy. You're the one who has her number."

"S-so do you!"

"Goodbye, Namjoon. Let me pack." She playfully pushed him out of her room.

After packing up, she continued to look around in the kitchen for her stash of smarties. "Hey, Namjoon? Have you seen my bag of smarties? It was in the cabinet. The jumbo ones."

"About that..." Namjoon rubbed the back of his neck, grinning sheepishly. "I tried a couple and they weren't that bad. I moved them, though."

Rolling her eyes, Jen shrugged. "Of course, you did. Where are they?"

"Currently in my stomach as we speak."

Dropping her amused smile, she dropped her jaw. "You ate all my smarties!?"

"N-now listen-"

"Why!?"

"I-"

"Why!?"

"I'll buy you some more!"

"Oh, my gosh, what am I gonna snack on, during the plane ride?"

"When you go to America, you can buy all the smarties you want?" He chuckled hesitantly.

"I'm so over you."

After the anticipated plane ride, Jen arrived in LA with her agent, Diana. As soon as they both arrived, they were greeted by a mob of fans, screaming and having their phones out, filming.

"What the." She paused and looked around. "What? What the heck is going on?"

"Fans sat here for hours to see you arrive," Diana informed her.

"...they can't be all here for me, right? Was there another celeb on board?"

"Only you, Jen."

Still in shock, she decided to approach the fans. "Aye! What up, what up!?"

All she could hear was more screams and cheers as they called out her name. From I love yous, to Welcome Back to America, it was touching. After taking selfies and accepting some gifts from the fans, she made her way to the car with Diana.

Watching the fans try to follow them, she murmured, "This is friggin crazy, man."

So, this is how it's going to be from now on? Maybe this won't be too bad in the future.

The car ride to Angelina's mansion where she and her family lived, went quicker than expected as Jen rushed to take her seatbelt off.

"Slow down!" Diana let out a laugh as she made her way out of the car.

"BABE!" Jen heard a loud scream and got tackled down to the ground.

She grunted loudly as her back hit the ground. Opening her eyes, she saw Angelina squeezing her to death as tears formed in her eyes.

"ANGIE!"

"I missed you so damn much!"

When they finally got back on their feet, Angelina pulled her back in for a tight hug while Jen tightly wrapped her arms around her. Pulling away, Jen tried to control her tears.

"Stop crying! You gonna make me cry, again, damn it!" Angelina wiped Jen's tears away. Stepping away from her, she took a good look at the 17 year old. "Look at you, getting all beautiful and thick. Your butt is bigger!" She poked it.

"Aye! No touchy!"

Letting out a laugh, she grabbed her hand and took her inside. "You and I have some extreme catching up to do."

"Where's the rest of the fam?"

"My mom is shopping. Dad is working, and my little brother is in his room gaming."

"Jennie!" They heard the 13 year old boy as he ran over to them.

"Ah, speakin' of the devil," Angelina said while Jen was hugged by her younger brother. "Still got a crush on my friend, Ty?"

"N-no! Shut up!" Tyrone pulled away and tried to punch her.

"Aye! Who are you swingin' at, little boy?!"

Jennie giggled at their play fighting. Tyrone took a liking to Jennie when Angelina first introduced her to him when they were back in Amity. He thought she was pretty and her smiles always got him to act giddy.

After the 19 year old beat her younger brother, sitting on top of him as he tapped out, Angelina took Jennie to her room, where she'll be sleeping over. Locking the door so Tyrone wouldn't interrupt their girl talk, Angelina sat by her desk.

Jen on the other hand, fell back on her bed, sighing at the comfort.

"You 'ight, girl?"

"Jetlagged." Jen confessed.

"Sorry for dragging you to LA."

"No, I'm happy to be here. I just realized that my body can't run 24/7. I'm exhausted, constantly on the go. I need to take better care of myself."

"Please make sure you do. Don't overwork yourself, girl. So! I wanna know errthing! How's the group? How's Namjoon?"

"Hahaha, you're so eager to know about Namjoon's well being, huh?" Jennie sat up with a smile. "He's doing great. And so are the rest of the members."

"Glad to hear that. You look so happy with them. I'm glad you left and moved on. So, Miss 17, how do you feel now that you're older? I can't believe you're about to be legal next year! I can't wait for you and I to start partying together."

"I honestly don't feel any different. Maybe once I'm 18, it'll hit me."

"What's it like for you in K-Pop?"

"Well, recently, I have been seeing that people criticize me for not looking like your ideal idol. And I'm over here like, I wasn't aware that you had to look a certain way to be in this industry. I have my own style and want to continue breaking boundaries."

"Good, continue that."

"I think I'm doing well to maintain being myself. For our recent comeback, I'm happy that I've been getting more recognition."

"Girl! Let me tell you, when I saw that music video, I was like, no way is that my Jennie, all grown up. You did that, girl. That music video was fire. BTS has great music."

"Thanks, girl! The only thing is, I hope the recent recognition for me is not because I'm acting sexier. I want to be noticed for my talents, not my sex appeal on stage, y'know? As they say, sex sells but I don't want that for myself. I don't want to be portrayed that way."

Angelina nodded, agreeing with her statement as she listened to her continue.

"The dances for our comebacks get intense every time. It's a challenge, but I'm loving every second of it."

"God, I friggin' love you. Your high spirit in the group makes me happy that you're continuing to perform. I totally gotta see you in concert."

"Well Miss 19, tell me about the rapping career!"

"I can't believe I got this far man...it's...it's a blessing, y'know? My life is so crazy now. I'm blessed to have supporters like you and my family in my life. You guys keep me in check, helping me to move forward. And now my first anticipated album reveal party is on the 14th. I'm so nervous."

"How many songs are there?"

"13."

"Who did you collab with?"

"Most of them are just me but I did manage to get Drake in one of my songs."

"No friggin' way! Angie! That's amazing!"

"He's so chill. He'll be at the party. I'll introduce you to him."

"S-seriously? THE Drake? He's coming to the party?"

"Mm hm! It's gonna be lit! I hope I can collab with Nicki soon. Wanna get a sneak peek at the songs?"

"Hell yeah!"

-----

On November 14th, Jen and Angelina were in the limo, on their way to the event. Jen wore a white two piece dress, while Angelina wore a black two piece dress with spaghetti straps.

"Ready, girl?" Angelina beamed.

"You know it."

When the limo door opened, they both stepped out, immediately greeted by paparazzi, interviewers and fans as they stood behind the red VIP ropes. Linking arms, they began to walk, waving at everyone. As they walked down the red carpet, the two of them took photos together, as they heard the paparazzi shout about two former Amity members staying in touch and still being friends.

After the photos, they're stopped for interviews.

"Jennie, how do you feel supporting your former bandmate, Angelina, in her solo career?"

She was asked as she smiled brightly. "I'm so proud of this girl. I knew she was going to make it big when I first heard her rap. I'm ecstatic!"

"I love this girl, right here. I'm so happy she's here with me, today." Angelina hugged her from the side.

"What makes your friendship with each other so special?" They were asked.

"Y'know, honestly, no matter how far we are from each other, whenever we're in different countries, we'll always be friends and keep in touch. We recently got back in touch while I stayed in America and she went to Korea. Shout out to BTS by the way!"

"Jennie, will we be seeing a solo from you, anytime soon?"

Shaking her head, Jen replied, "Nah, no solos from this one. Right now, I'm 100% focused on group songs."

"I hope she solos one day, though. I'll be waiting." Angelina nudged her.

"Will you two be collabing together in the future?"

"Never say never~" Angelina wiggled her eyebrows while Jen winked.

After heading inside the venue, Angelina made her way to the stage, greeting the crowd and giving her welcoming speech, revealing her first album, called, Angie. It was finally out on iTunes and will be in stores the next day. After the reveal, she performed one of her singles, which happened to be with Drake, which got everyone hyped. After their performance, Angelina brought Drake right over to Jen.

"This is my girl, Jennie." Angelina presented

Butterflies filled Jen's stomach as she smiled, trying to act as calm as possible. "Hi! It's nice to finally meet you!" She managed to say, starting off in a shaky tone.

"How you doin', girl?" He politely greeted her, kissing her hand. Jen let out a nervous giggle from his charm.

"I'm trying not to freak out in front of you. Can I have a hug?"

Angelina laughed at her nervousness while he happily accepted her request.

'Oh mah god, it's Drake!' Jen mouthed to Angelina as she wrapped her arms around him.

Whatever cologne he was wearing, it smelled nice.

'I know! Score!' Angelina mouthed at her.

"Jennie is very talented in singing," Angelina added.

"Oh really?" Drake turned to Jen.

"Ah, it's nothing special." Jen tried to deny it.

"Hey, maybe you two can collab, one day? Heck, even the three of us, one day. Have you heard her voice?" Angelina beamed.

"Sing a little, let me hear what you got." Drake gestured.

Jen looked at Angelina in shock, while she laughed at her reaction. Letting out a breath, she decided to sing a little bit of Alicia Keys. After singing, she smiled shyly while he nodded in approval.

"Damn, girl. That was tight."

"Really? That means a lot, coming from you. Thank you."

"She's so in denial, I swear." Angelina shook her head. As the three of them take a photo together, Jen posted the photo on Instagram and on the BTS Twitter, tweeting, 'SHOOKED! So proud of you Angie! I love you!'

After hanging with Drake, the two friends heard the paparazzi shout, "Amity! Amity! Over here!"

"The hell?" Angelina turned to the entrance with Jennie to find Hailey, Trinity and Layla strolling in. "Oh hell no. Why the hell are these bitches here?" She looked on in disgust, making her way to them with Jennie.

Jen exhaled and frowned at the situation. Of course, they would be here.

"What are you three doing here?" Angelina asked in a not so polite tone.

Before any of the three members could respond, they started to get photos taken.

"All five members are here! Can we have a reunion photo!?" They hear the paparazzi shout

"Come on, just like old times." Hailey smiled sweetly. Jen could see right through it as she put on a fake smile for the cameras.

"Angelina! Jennie! Are you going to be rejoining Amity?" They asked.

"Nope!" Angelina and Jen answered immediately.

"That's just too bad. Well, you're always welcome to rejoin." Layla replied.

"I don't want to go to jail for murdering your leader. So, I think it's a wise choice for me to not rejoin." Angelina warned.

After the dreadful photo op, all members of Amity stand in a secluded area to talk without any cameras.

"Wow..." Angelina looked at Hailey up and down. "You got some serious balls to show up here unannounced. And you two are followers. The hell do you think you are?"

"Ouch. That's how you greet us?" Trinity asked.

"I know. The animosity is hilarious." Layla snickered.

"I just came to give my kudos to you and your album. Is that so wrong? And Trin and Lay wanted to tag along." Hailey answered.

"Yep because you're here to promote yourself and steal my spotlight like you always do. Don't you got something better to do?" Angelina spat.

"As a matter of fact, I do." Hailey turned her attention to Jennie and smiled. "Hello, Jennie, long time no see." She spoke in Korean.

Jen parted her lips, staring at her in bewilderment, speechless while Hailey continued to smile innocently.

Did she just speak in Korean?

Why?

How?

Who taught her? What is going on?

"Wh-when did you learn Korean...?" Jen hesitantly asked.

"Oh, a long time ago. Why? Surprised?"

"Wipe that shit eatin' grin off your plastic face." Angelina spat at Hailey.

"Sorry, stupid girl," Hailey replied in Korean.

"What that bitch say?"

"She gave you a half assed apology and called you a stupid girl." Jennie translated with a frown.

"Stupid? I'll show you stupid." Angelina shouted before getting held back by Jen.

"Don't make me get a restraining order against you. Don't forget you're the one who affected my face." Hailey warned in English.

"And that plastic surgery didn't do much to your face."

"Why did you learn Korean?" Jennie inquired in a serious tone.

"That's none of your business." Hailey shrugged.

"You said learning it was a waste of time. Now how come all of a sudden you decide to learn the language? That isn't a coincidence."

"How's BTS, Jen? You should introduce me to your group! I'm dying to meet them! Let's see if I remember them correctly. There's Rap Monster...the leader that I met...Suga...J-Hope...V... Jimin...Jin...and one other...what's his name...? The handsome one. Ah, Jungkook?"

Letting out a shaky exhale to control herself, Jen stared at her with a serious expression. "Do not go near my boys."

"Why not? I'm thinking about collaborating with one of them. Jungkook has a phenomenal voice-"

"You're not going near my best friend. That's not happening."

"Best friend, huh? That's cute. And you got friendship rings to lock it down, huh? What's the problem, Jennifer?"

"I don't feel comfortable with you around him or the rest of the members."

"You're acting paranoid."

"No, I just know you have bad intentions. Stay away from the Bangtan Boys. Got it?"

"Why? Think I might steal your spot?" She taunted

"Did you hear my girl? She said you're not going anywhere near her boyfriend!" Angelina snapped.

"He's not my boyfriend! Cut it out!" Jennie exclaimed

"Well, not yet." Angelina shrugged, earning a punch in the arm.

"Oh? Well, he is handsome. If you're not dating him, maybe I should." Hailey suggested

"HAHAHA!" Angelina laughed loudly. "You can forget it!"

As soon as Jen heard Hailey's statement, a force of protection overcame her as she stepped in front of her.

"Jungkook and I actually discussed this. Whoever he chooses to be with or has a crush on, he told me that he'll come to me, to get my opinion since he trusts my good judgment. And you are nowhere near an option. So, I would appreciate it if you stayed away from him, got it?"

"And who are you to tell me who I can and cannot be around?" Hailey raised a brow.

"Because I won't let someone like you, taint his mind or take advantage of him. Jungkook is a kind, gentle person. He's selfless, and always there when you need him. I'd do anything to keep that bright smile on his face. And I'll be damned if I have someone like you, hurt him. He deserves someone who can take care of him, love him for him and not for his looks, and cherish him. Someone who can make him happy. And you aren't that person and never will be. I won't let you treat him like some play toy for your own pleasure, tossing him aside when you're done with him.

No friggin' way, Hailey. You are not going anywhere near Jungkook or the rest of the members. Forget it. Get that stupid thought out of your head. I'm done with your shit."

Hailey started laughing. "That was adorable. Really. What a speech."

"You think this is funny?" Angelina snapped

Jen shook her head, looking at Hailey with disappointment. "Why can't you just leave me alone?"

"I dunno it's just really entertaining to see you freak out over stuff like this. You're easy to mess with." Hailey shrugged.

"So, you think this is a game? Let's make Jen go crazy for our pleasure?"

"Yeah, it doesn't take much to push your buttons. Especially when you choose the most personal buttons to push. I do find it enjoyable to watch you freak out and fall. I wonder how far I can go with this."

"I wonder how far my fist can go through your face."

"By all means, hit me. We're already in a public setting, anyway."

"Well, you certainly didn't have a problem throwing a drink in my face and running away afterward."

"Because I know that you're not going to do anything to me. You're scared to. Scared of the consequences. It's best if you'd stay in your lane, Jen. If you know what's good for you."

Letting out a scoff as she watched her leave with her followers, Jen crossed her arms.

"You good? I'm about to see if I can kick her out." Angelina placed a hand on her shoulder.

"I really, really am getting tired of her shit..."

"You and me both, sister."

Later on that night, while the cameras were on all members of Amity, Hailey decided to make an announcement on camera. "Well as you know Amity has had their new album, recently." Hailey beamed while Jen and Angelina fought the urge to roll their eyes. "We have some great news for patient fans. On behalf of SongStress Entertainment, I am proud to announce that Amity will be having a world tour very soon in 2015!"

The announcement caused a lot of positive feedback while Jen and Angelina glanced at each other.

"Excuse me?" Angelina questioned. "You're really announcing this at my album party?" Her blood started to boil.

"And...we'll be touring for the first time in South Korea!"

Jen's stomach dropped as she stared at her in surprise. "You are...?"

"Yes! I wanted it to be a surprise, isn't it great?" Hailey happily asked as the cameras continued filming.

"No. It's not great." Angelina replied in a flat tone.

What the heck is going on?

After getting away from the cameras once more, Hailey approached Jen.

"If you ever want Amity to collab with your group, lemme know."

"No."

"Think about it, Jennie. BTS could use the publicity."

"We'll earn publicity by our music. I want nothing to do with you."

"You sure? Your music isn't that good."

"The autotune in your music any better?"

"Okay, you're angry. I'll let you cool down. Tell your boys Amity will see them in Korea. I'll make sure to stop by."

"You wish."

"Just remember, Amity is better."

"Uh huh, we'll see about that." Jen waved her comment away.

After the event, Jen and Angelina are back in Angelina's room. Angelina paced around in her pajamas, still pissed off at Amity's sudden arrival.

"Yo...you have no idea how much I wanted to strangle all three of them...like are you kidding me? Are you really gonna show up to MY album event? MY event? And announce your weak ass world tour? You tried it. I should've kicked her ass."

"I'm glad you didn't hit her. I feel like she's just doing this to get a reaction out of us." Jen murmured, sitting on Angelina's bed.

"Easier said than done, right? Especially when she talked about your boys. I'm glad you stood your ground when she talked about them."

"I'm just...so protective of him and the rest of the members."

"Hey, the Bangtan Girl gotta protect the Bangtan Boys every now and then. Not just the Bangtan Boys protecting the Bangtan Girl."

Before Angelina could continue talking, she got a text message from a random number.

'Hi, this is Rap Monster from BTS. Jen gave me ur number. I think your rapping is amazing, I would love to talk with you and maybe collab with you in the future.'

"Holy shit! My night just got better!" Angelina squealed and started to become a giggling mess.

Jennie smiles to herself.

'About time.' She thought

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Back in Korea, Jen found herself at the school library after school, writing notes for her Honors English class. "Maybe I should've just taken a regular English..." She murmured

The work had gotten harder, week by week with difficult books to read. But it was her favorite subject and she wanted a challenge. As she continued to have her face in her books, she heard the chair across from her being pulled out. Looking up, she saw Jungkook taking a seat.

"Hey." He grinned. "I finally remembered where you hide out."

"Ha, I don't mean to hide. I find a little solitude here, despite the constant stares and not so discrete photos and videotaping while I work."

"We can always just work at the dorm."

"I know but I like the atmosphere of libraries."

Smiling at her statement, he raised a brow. "You really like school, don't you?"

"Just English and guitar." She returned his smile and went back to her books.

Jungkook continued to watch her while she worked, admiring her work ethic. "Can I ask you something?"

"Knock yourself out, Kookie."

"I-I know you're busy with your Honors English but could you...tutor me in English?"

Placing a bookmark in her book, she closed it and met his stare. "You want me to teach you English?"

"Yes."

A smile came across her lips. "Of course, I'll teach you. Just lemme know when you want to begin." She went back to answering her homework questions in her notebook, which was due next week.

A few moments later, she felt eyes on her. She looked up, catching his stare before he shyly looked down at the table.

"N-now?"

Meeting her gaze, he nodded, revealing a cute grin across his face.

"Now."

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The New Wave

“Messages” (1980) Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark Dindisc Records (Written by Paul Humphreys/Andy McCluskey) Highest U.S. Billboard Chart Position – None

This one is a bit of a cheat because it involves some explicit time travel. In 1980 the duo known as Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark (Paul Humphreys and Andy McCluskey) were both still living at their respective parent’s houses in Wirral, Merseyside, a section bordering Manchester in the North of England. They had formed in 1978, were on the “dole” (public relief) and bought their first instruments in thrift shops, not including their first synthesizer (a Korg M-500 Micro Preset) purchased via a catalogue provided by McCluskey’s mother on a payment plan of “£7.76 a week, paid over 36 weeks”*. I, however, was in 9th grade living in Lakeside apartments off of Abercorn Expressway in Savannah, Ga, mostly listening to much more mainstream, shinier fare, and wouldn’t know this song until the late 80s.

Through a series of events that included gigging around town and opening for Joy Division at Eric’s Club in Liverpool (a club which was members-only at a very discounted rate and featured so many punk and new wave bands it is hard to overplay it’s importance), they recorded a one-off single, “Electricity”, for the then unknown Factory records, with a slip cover designed by Peter Saville, and the rest is very fast history. OMD were a true new wave, synth pop band, with a tension between the ethereal and brainy (Humphreys) and the more rock and punk (McClusky). One of their other extreme bolts of great luck was having a fan in Gary Numan (see previous post), who was very popular at the time, and then being invited to open for him in arenas in 1979. It should be clarified that Eric’s Club was a tiny room in Liverpool, as indy as it gets. I am sure the leap was tremendous, especially considering they both still lived at home.

After “Electricity” was released (to fanfare if not actual pop success), the boys signed a 7-album record deal with Dindisc, with an advance of £250,000. With the advance they built a studio to record their first, eponymous album, reasoning that when the label dropped them, they would at least have a studio. It was here they recorded “Messages” in a much sparer, punkier version. Dindisc asked for something slicker to release as a single, and it was this version I first heard at some point in art school in the later 80s—one of the most woeful and deliciously ethereal of pop songs, fully danceable, but almost more in one’s head, an inner sensation not unlike the zombie wiggle I felt come over me in 1980 with Numan’s “Cars”. It is a single that never ages, never grows tired, and always releases the inner goth teenager inside of me. When those first electronic notes appear, and then the tidal wave of faux organ sounds that rush in to McCluskey singing “it worries me this kind of thing” I can feeling my swing bang growing and I am off to another world, that teenage one, one with tons of ambition, cool sad feels, a place I can return to again and again, where in opposition of the stated lyrics, memories are not such uncertain friends. They are crystalized time.

OMD are still recording in that very same studio, as thrifty as ever.

* Wikipedia

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|•Still Over It (Not)•|

✨Pairing✨: Ransom DrysdalexBlack Reader, Special GuestxBlack Reader

Summary🪄: Dropping your daughter off with her father always seems to come with drama

⚠️: angst, mention of divorce, mention of cheating, Ransom being usual Ransom, probably considered a toxic relationship (definitely don’t recommend, know you worth kings and queens), little bit of fluff, mention of death, likkle bit of adult fun times

A/N🎙: So when I first got the idea for this, I had just listened to Summer Walker’s new album and of course was put in an angsty mood, and I just hope you guys like it! (Now, will it end in fluff👀…? We’ll see. You guys know I’m soft lol) Also for those of you who saw a couple of my posts get re-uploaded by me a couple of times, for whatever reason those stories weren’t showing up in the tags and I was trying to fix it on my own. What I did didn’t work, but I did reach out to tumblr and they fixed it so hopefully it continues to work! Apologies though for the multiple posts😓

“Kaia, be careful! Watch out for that step.”

Giggles briefly stopping, she heeds your warning taking the three steps one at a time and making sure both her feet meet before moving on. “C’mon momma, daddy’s waiting!,” she smiles excitedly pointing at the seemingly see-through home from the lack of curtains or blinds on any of the windows.

At least one of you were excited to be here.

“Well I could move faster if someone would’ve grabbed her own bag,” you jokingly narrow your eyes making the six-year-old giggle some more as you placed her monogrammed, Gucci backpack on her shoulders. Reaching up to hold your hand, you two continue your journey along the concrete walkway until meeting the doorbell next to the front door, which Kaia couldn’t wait to push bouncing on the balls of her rainboot covered feet.

It doesn’t take long for her father to appear behind the glass brightly smiling at his baby girl who jumps up and down smiling just as big.

“How’s my KK, huh?,” Ransom grins easily picking up the little girl to rest on his hip after kissing her cheek. Taking in your high waisted, black mini skirt and milky white shirt under your black and grey blazer, his cyan eyes never leave your brown ones as his lips twitch into a smirk. “And where does momma think she’s going hm?”

“She has a-,”

“Kaia go put your bag in your room, and take off your boots and coat.”

She mumbles a quick okay, wiggling out her father’s strong arms.

“Hey, bring down that picture we did the other day so you can show mom,” he whispers returning her excited smile before hurrying upstairs.

“Here are her clothes and everything else she’ll need for the week. Yes I triple checked everything’s there,” you quickly state holding out her matching Gucci duffel bag—courtesy of her father of course. “Call me if there’s an emergency.”

There’s a brief moment of silence as he simply looks up and down your frame again. A quick, deep sigh slips past his lips as he takes her bag draping it over his broad shoulder. You can’t ignore the familiar tingle from his fingertips touching yours, but you dare not show him how it affects you.

“You can come in you know,” he states stepping to the side and opening the door even wider for you to enter. Your stubbornness orders your feet to stay planted where they are, but the familiar call of the once comfortable home, along with the remnants of his cologne wafting through your nostrils, is a bit stronger.

He never did spray a lot, but somehow the scent lingered long after he’d leave the room. Plus it didn’t help Ransom could hardly sit still.

One of the few traits he passed onto Kaia, even though he claimed not to know where she got her energy from.

“So, who’s the lucky guy? That barista from the cafe you swore didn’t have a crush on you?”

“I don’t think that’s any of your business,” you counter stood in the middle of the spacious living room with arms crossed over your chest.

“It is seeing it potentially concerns my daughter, and her being around some random guy.”

“Oh now that’s a concern for you? That’s funny seeing how you had our daughter in a car and being looked after by a total stranger.”

In your complete seven year relationship, Ransom had pissed you off more than enough times. But that day, knocking on your ex’s door to find a random brunette smiling in your face holding Kaia instead of him, you never felt more furious. He came back to find you lividly waiting on the couch with her bags packed and his “friend” long gone.

Similar to his reaction that day—well until you told him that Kaia’s month long stay would be cut short—he smugly grinned to himself crossing his arms in front of his chest.

“Like I told you many times sweetheart, she was my assistant.”

“Since when do assistants stay the night and cook breakfast for their boss Ransom?”

You always knew Kaia’s love of talking would come in handy.

Before either of you could continue what was sure to be another argument, little pats flowing down the stairs have both of you donning small smiles for the sake of the excited little girl holding a wide sheet of construction paper.

“Okay, this is you momma andd this is me and daddy!,” she explains pointing respectively at the slightly disfigured drawings. “And we’re at the beach with a giant sandcastle house.”

“I did the windows,” Ransom adds as if trying to charm his way back to your good side. Your brief glare shows it would take decades, if not longer, for that to happen.

“It looks great buggie, I love it!,” you state squatting to her level. “Now, be good and call if you need anything. Doesn’t matter the time okay?”

“Okay, love you.”

“Love you too,” you state giving her one final hug before kissing her warm cheek then moving to her forehead.

You stand to your feet nearly bumping into Ransom’s chest from him inching closer to the both of you. His innocent smile has you rolling your eyes as you turn to go back to your car. The heels of your leather booties tapping the entire way.

“What? No goodnight kiss for me?,” he asks leaning against the wooden doorframe.

“Bedtime is nine. No later,” you call over your shoulder just before entering your car. Taillights eventually disappearing down the road.

———

It’s the second set of steps you’ve had to climb tonight, but these bring more excitement than the first. You don’t even have a chance to ring the doorbell, or knock, before the light grey door opens revealing soft, blue eyes and that warm smile that always caused an eruption of butterflies in your stomach.

“Sorry I’m late. There was an accident so traffic was backed up a bit.”

“You don’t have to apologize. I’m glad you made it.” The gentle caress of his hand against your neck sends a slight shiver down your spine from the chilled temperature of his palm.

“Sorry, I just pulled the wine bottle out the fridge when you pulled in.”

“It’s okay,” you softly giggle playfully bumping your nose against his. You eagerly follow his pull bringing you towards his waiting lips as he manages to lock the front door behind you with his other hand before it finds your hip. Pressed against the door, neither of you can get enough of each other from your mouths seemingly being in competition of who could outdo the other. Your arms wrap around his neck while he brings your body closer; kneading the burning flesh of your lower cheek making a moan fall between you.

His slightly furrowed brows as you pull back causes you to grin, pecking his swollen lips once more. “Trust me Andy I don’t want to stop either, but I think something’s done in there.”

So entranced, he didn’t hear the alarm chiming on his phone in the kitchen signaling he needed to take the bread out of the oven. Or smell the light char progressively forming. Luckily it wasn’t too bad as he hurried to carefully pull the baking sheet covered in buttered baguette slices from the oven.

“Everything looks so good!,” you smile uncovering the pan containing the bubbling marinara mixed with vegetables and penne noodles.

“Thanks. It’s honestly one of the few things I know how to make so hopefully it tastes as good,” he chuckles handing you a filled bowl before following behind to pull out your barstool.

“Andy I know my way around your place. You don’t have to do everything for me.”

“I know you do, but I don’t want you lifting a finger,” he winks pouring you a glass of wine.

“You may not want it, but I’m helping clean up.”

“Do you really want our first fight to be about dishes sweetheart?,” he smirks over his shoulder, pausing from making his own bowl.

“No, and there won’t be a fight. Trust me,” you wink back taking a sip of your Merlot.

“So stubborn. What am I gonna do with you huh?”

“Let me have my way and be happy,” you grin sweetly pecking the corner of his chuckling mouth.

As always, conversation flowed easily between you two over the savory meal. You discussed how your respective classes were going so far this semester, before venturing to more personal topics. Andy asked about Kaia and her new ballet class remembering how nervous you were if she’d actually like it.

“And how was everything tonight? With Ransom,” he carefully asked just before drinking from his half filled glass. You hadn’t even started dating yet, still just colleagues, when Andy happened to pass by your office hearing your cries that afternoon. He didn’t want to anger you by prying, but he couldn’t just walk away. His soft knocks startled you into action, hurriedly grabbing a couple tissues from the box beside you trying to clean your face the best you could before letting him in. Although you insisted it was just your allergies to the dust and whatever else was lying around the old office when he questioned you, the words spoken by his gentle voice left a lasting impression that ultimately led to this very moment.

“Keeping things hidden can only last so long until what’s hidden forces it’s way out. Trust me when I say that Y/N.”

As you talked more and became closer, you confided in Andy about your divorce. How Ransom disrespected you and your relationship over and over all those years ago, yet still insisted he wanted you. How although you wanted nothing to do with him, you felt guilty separating Kaia from one of her best friends.

He understood some of your feelings having gone through a divorce himself, and soon became your listening ear and shoulder to cry on those nights you felt like you failed not only yourself, but your daughter as well.

“It was…relatively smooth. He didn’t try getting me to stay like he typically does.”

“But let me guess, he wasn’t thrilled about you going on a date.”

“Mm, he doesn’t exactly know I’m on a date. He had an idea seeing how I’m dressed, but when he tried to pry I told him it was none of his business. You can imagine the reaction from that answer though.”

“At least the drop offs are getting easier,” Andy smiles gently squeezing your thigh. He understood how you weren’t ready to tell Ransom about your new relationship, slightly nervous of how he’d react. But he still wished everything would come out already so neither of you had to hide anymore. He loved the private dates within your respective homes that led to cuddles or your bodies tangled together until the next morning, but he also wanted to take you to a nice restaurant. Maybe even the park without being afraid of word getting back to your ex.

“How are you feeling? I-I know the accident happened around this time.”

“Yea,” he sighs picking at the lone noodle left in his bowl. “I’m uh..I’m alright.”

Your soft hand caressing his cheek, thumb grazing back and forth against his warm skin, brings his attention back to you and your small smile.

“How are you really Andy?” For a former DA and highly esteemed lawyer, even he couldn’t fool intuition.

“It’s…tough. The pain isn’t nearly as strong as it used to be, but it’s still there. Then when I leave messages telling Laurie how I’m going to his grave if she wants to come, sorta reaching that cordial hand out, she acts like she doesn’t care. Saying maybe I shouldn’t go so often.”

Since his passing, Andy made it a point to visit Jake three times a year; his birthday, the day of the accident, and during the holidays. Sometimes he’d visit more in those times he just needed to get away from everything.

Was it a lot? Maybe to some, but that was his son who he had the right to visit however often he saw fit.

“Well, if she doesn’t want to go she doesn’t have to, and if you want to see him all those times during the year then keep going. Especially if it helps and makes you happy,” you softly smile as he leans into your touch.

“And if you don’t want to go alone, I’m here.”

God, if you only knew how badly he wanted to say he loved you. Only being together six months though, he was sure you’d run away. Even Andy himself felt foolish falling so hard so fast, but he couldn’t deny how you fully had his heart, his soul, his entire being.

At first, he thought only Laurie would hold that position, but life had it’s way of showing him different.

The hairs of his beard tickle your palm as he carefully kisses the center before bringing you closer to show the same attention to your lips. For now, it was the closest he could get to saying those three words without actually speaking them.

Trying to clean up after dinner was more of a challenge than it should’ve been with Andy’s mouth stuck to that special spot where your neck met your shoulder making you giggle and purr the way he liked. “You’re being distracting,” you stated biting your lip to hide your smile.

“You insisted on cleaning sweetheart,” he grinned against your skin.

“And instead of resting, like any other person would, you decide to do this.”

“Mhm, it’s more fun.”

That’s how you found yourselves in Andy’s room. Your bare bodies pressed together under his warm sheets moaning the other’s name, and falling asleep shortly after your respective euphorias wrapped in his strong arms.

This restful sleep didn’t last long though, with the loud vibrations of your phone on top of the wooden nightstand cutting through the quiet of the dark house.

Seeing Ransom’s name illuminated on the screen has you moving too quick for your still foggy mind giving you a slight headache as you sat against the headboard.

“Hey what’s wrong?” At your concerned tone Andy’s now more alert, rubbing gentle circles on your back as he tilts his head to look up at you.

“Kaia won’t go to sleep,” he sighs in frustration.

“Ransom it’s after midnight, why is she just now going to bed?”

“She went to bed at her bedtime, but she woke up an hour ago screaming about a nightmare. I tried everything I could, but she keeps asking for you.”

“Alright, let me talk to her.” There’s a few moments of rustling before you hear the little sniffles and hiccups as her little hands hold onto her father’s while he holds the phone to her ear.

“Mommy?”

“Hi buggie,” you smile, hoping through your voice she can hear everything’s okay. “Daddy said you had a bad dream.”

“Mhmm. Y-You l-left me in the store,” she explains. Tiny voice wobbling as fresh tears hit her cheek.

You hadn’t told Andy about this, but Kaia was another reason you were a bit fearful in this new relationship. She’d had you there all her life, and as her mother you always would be, but you were worried she’d view Andy as the guy taking her mom away versus a possible addition to their family.

And if she were any bit of jealous like her father, that was a strong possibility.

“Aww I’m sorry. You know mama would never do that right? I love you so much, and I’ll always be there.”

“Yes.”

“Good, now go back to sleep okay? I know daddy has fun stuff planned for you tomorrow, so you need all your rest.”

“Are you coming back?”

“What, to go with you guys? No honey, it’s daddy daughter week-,”

“Noo, back here! I can’t sleep without you.”

“Um…well it’s pretty late Kaia. What if I meet you both for lunch tomorrow while you’re out?”

“But…but I want you here now momma,” she cries only further breaking your heart.

“A-Alright, I’ll be there in a few minutes. Go ahead and lie down though, try to relax.”

“Okay. I love you.”

“Love you too buggie,” you smile as your ex husband’s hushed voice returns to the phone.

“Thanks Y/N. It is late though, and you shouldn’t be out on the road by yourself. I’ll get you an Uber-,”

“No! No, that’s okay I’ll be fine. See you in a few.”

“Alright, see you then.”

“Everything okay?,” Andy asks mid yawn, as you hang up your phone tossing it on the comforter in front of you.

“Yea, Kaia just had a bad dream and can’t go back to sleep without me there so I have to go. I’m sorry.”

“Hey, it’s okay I understand. I’d do the same thing if it was Jake,” he smiles sitting up to sweetly peck your cheek. “It’s late, need me to drive you?”

“No it’s okay, plus I don’t need any questions from Ransom.” Sliding out of bed, your quick to grab his shirt from the floor before pulling it over your head until you can get to your duffle bag in the closet.

“Text me when you make it.” Taking in his soft eyes and messy hair sticking up every which way, you’re quick to crawl up the bed between his legs until your mouths connect one more time in a mix of passion and playful from your short moans and giggles.

“I will, and I promise I’ll be back.”

“Take your time. I’ll be here.”

———

“Is she still coming?”

“Yes KK, she’s on her way,” Ransom sighs sitting on the edge of her bed. “Nice touch with the tears by the way. Who taught you how to cry on command?”

“I dunno,” Kaia shrugs. “I just thought of something sad and they happened.”

“Huh, looks like I have a future Oscar winner on my hands,” he smirks tickling her sides.

“What’s that?”

“I’ll show you later, now lie down. That sounds like your mom outside.” Sure enough, there was the chirp of a car locking followed by the chime of the doorbell.

“Some date that must’ve been,” he silently grinned to himself fixing his hair in the mirror of his daughter’s vanity. You were in those same old sweats with the dotted bleach stains you typically wore during your period. “Poor guy was definitely in for a surprise if he expected something tonight.”

“Are we still goin’ to Lolli’s Party Palace tomorrow?! I want the new Lolli doll and one that looks just like me.”

“Yes, and I promise to buy you anything else you want but what was our agreement?”

“Be good, don’t tell mama about your plan, anddd…tell you everything I know about her new friend.”

“That’s my KK,” Ransom smiles kissing his giddy daughter’s forehead as she settles under the covers.

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