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sgt-morgan · 1 year

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Whiskey Sunrise 🥃

Summary: Joel and Sugar are the talk of the town. Their band The Family Affair a four member country unit consisting of Tommy, Joel, Sugar, and her brother Llewyn. They have toured the world, won Grammys, and raised children together. Joel and Sugar have always danced around being together, and now with the death of Llewyn, they’ll have to learn how to rely on each other while they work through the greif of loosing one of their own. Their daughters have decided that enough is enough, and with the help of their loving family, they plan to get the family back together.

Warnings: None for this chapter except for a minor character death and talks of grief. No songs mentioned in this fic are written or owned by me. All mentioned songs can be found in the series playlist.

A/N: This is my first attempt at a chaptered series. I’ll do my best to update every two weeks. Fridays it is. Thanks to my friend @justsomerandomfanfic for the help and the eyes. Enjoy the series.

Chapter 2

Playlist for the series

“Wake your ass up!” Came the shout and a thump of a pillow. The sudden rude awakening in all it’s abrupt callousness meant Tess was here.

The abrupt awakening would be more startling for Joel Miller if he wasn’t so used to it. This must be attempt five or six of waking him if Tess is here, normally at around attempt three Tess came to the house, and if there was nothing by the time she got here, it was like a sudden hurricane when she woke him, loud and destructive.

“I’m up!” He startled, pulling himself to a sitting position.

“Sure Joel, whatever. You gotta turn on your phone.” Tess grumbles, scrambling to turn on his television while he blearily began to unlock his phone. Three missed calls from Tess and one from the label, that’s no good. He can make out the TV talking about his ex band mate Llewyn and his escapades, tuning it out. Llewyn was always a wild child, it was not a shock to hear his name in the media. He had a soft spot for him though, he was a damn good frontman, and the wildness of his spirit is what made him that way. The behavior is part of the intrigue, and that’s what a front man needs,a draw in. So whatever it was, he was willing to defend his friend but with the band being broken up, it shouldn’t be his problem. Then his heart practically stops. He must have done something nuts, because The thousands of emails and social notifications that kept rolling in seemed to say it was a problem.

“Is this about Llewyn? What did he do now?” Joel grumbles, slapping around his nightstand for his reading glasses. He can’t stand them, but Sarah was right he needed them, even if they made him feel like he was 107.

“Llewyn is dead.” Tess sighs rubbing a hand down her face and letting it rest over her mouth. This… does not compute. His friend, so lively and… invincible is dead? No. This does not make any sense. It’s one of those moments when the world goes quiet, you rationally know that nothing has changed really, but the silence that follows speaks it’s own volumes. It speaks of emptiness, of loss. It speaks of an empty place in him that had just opened that he was sure could never be filled.

In an instant, his mind goes to long, hot, Texas summers, playing the guitar with the band, dreaming of touring the globe as a unit. Laughing at the idea of a four piece band with two sets of siblings, arguing over a name for the group. Him trying to raise Sarah with his misfit family of musicians. You turning up pregnant with Ellie, sobbing to them about the boy who left you. Remembered the first number one to hit the charts, the joy you all felt, remembered the Grammy awards you’d all won. The joys the sorrows. You were thick as thieves, until the end, and he could only blame himself. Llewyn wasn’t just his front man, Llewyn was his brother just as much as Tommy. Now the man he spent the better part of twenty years with is suddenly gone. He’d already lost you, and the band, now he had to suffer this blow too. It was torture.

His thoughts race, instantly going to the future, who he needed to call, what a funeral and a tribute would look like. Thinking again about the band. Thinking of you. God you, what were you feeling right now, and your daughter. How sad and terrified you must be. Then his thoughts began to catch up and he remembers why he was up so late, why he was so tired, Ellie and Sarah, his daughter and yours were having a sleepover, they stayed up till three watching Ten Things I Hate About You and whatever other cheesy films they could find. Llewyn’s Niece, your daughter, is here, and you’re over seas.

“Oh god, Tess, has she-“ he starts scrubbing his face and standing, pulling himself together and preparing to be the strong one, even though he now felt like that little kid in Texas who was beating on a six string with his next door neighbor again, worried about everything and nothing.

“No, she’s- god- she’s on stage right now. She’s performing.” Tess shook her head and ran a hand through her hair. “They’re gonna have to stop the show, news is breaking so it’s gonna be a-“ then out of the corner of her eye, Joel saw you on the screen at your show in Paris. He shushes Tess and turns up the muted television. He saw you gasp in horror and drop your guitar. His eyes are glued to the television as he watches your world collapse in real time, then his phone rings.

You’re in Paris. The band breaking up lead you to a solo career and with its success, you were touring the world. While you did your two week stint in Europe, Llewyn recorded in Texas, and he offered to keep your daughter at home to do school until you got back. It was a good arrangement, she’d spend some time with her beloved uncle, see her best friend, her uncle Joel, and you could avoid all of the feelings of guilt and sadness from seeing your guitarist in the flesh.

The shows were a hit, you’d been abroad for a week, and they had all been sold out. But to your sorrow, without the boys it felt hollow. You missed being apart of a unit, but you managed.

Tonight was another great crowd. They seemed to know your new music pretty well, unlike some of the others who had come to see a member of their once great favorite band. All was well until there was a sudden restless murmur that settled over the crowd. You couldn’t tell what was happening, but there were gasps of shock and sudden shouts of anguish. Not knowing what was happening, you tried to calm the crowd but nothing worked.

Then someone came on stage during one of your songs and told you. Your heart stopped, a horrible gasp rings out in the auditorium and with a numbness you didn’t know was possible you realize it’s your own, you hear the crash of your instrument hitting the floor. Then you’re ushered off stage, faintly you understand you’re hyperventilating, and you barely register one of your backup singers attempting to get you to breathe, numbly grabbing a water as it’s offered to you, correcting your breaths back to normal as you sob, god you hadn’t even realized you were crying. Then, reality starts to bleed back through the panic and your mind starts racing. Ellie, oh god, Ellie. Someone hands you a phone and it’s like your fingers have a mind if their own.

“Sugar,” Joel answers automatically.

“J-Joel!” Oh god, you’re sobbing and it breaks his heart “Joel! Ellie! And Llewyn! I’m not even- I wanna go home!” You cry and he sniffs back his own tears, running a hand down his face.

“Ok Sugar, you can come home, I’ll book you the first flight. Ellie is fine, she and Sara are still sleeping. She had a sleep over.” He can hear a gasp of relief in the next sobs and he tries to keep it together. You need him, he won’t fuck that up again.

“Ok! Ok! I-I-I’ll come home! Can I come- can I come to you?” He can hear the panic rising again and he takes a deep breath.

“Yeah, you can come to me baby, you can always come to me.” He sighs, “of course you can come to me. I’ll be here, I swear I will.”

“Keep Ellie safe Joel, they’re gonna be e-everywhere!” You cry again, and he knows exactly what you mean.

“We’re gonna go to Bill and Frank’s place sugar, I’ll call Tommy and we can all meet at the farm.” He soothes, pacing and rubbing a hand through his hair. “We’re gonna be ok.” He hears your crying settle on the other end of the phone.

“Will you- will you get all our paperwork please? It’s all in the safe. The combination is written in the bottom of his desk drawer- I.” You’re crying again and he wishes that he could crawl through the phone to get to you, but once you stop freaking out you probably wouldn’t want him There anyway. You were only calling him because Ellie was here, but at least you were calling him.

“Yeah sugar, I got it just… just come home.” The silence that followed was thick with the words being left unsaid, practically crackling in the air as a burst of white hot sadness. Filled with the kind of bone deep shame and anguish that could only come from having known each other the way you did, and giving it all up.

“Ok.” That’s all he got before you hung up, all things considered? He’s lucky he even got that.

Minutes later his door creaks open to reveal the two girls. Ellie and Sarah are bleary and tired, looking like they had a long night, which they did. He noted an absence of sadness, there’s just confusion, and he’s relieved to hear that Tess shut off the TV, and they both didn’t have their phones.

“Dad, did you see our phones?” Joel’s eyes fell shut at Sarah’s question, and he had never been more grateful for the chargers in the couch that both the girls had put their phones in last night before he had to carry them to bed.

“Yeah, they’re still in the couch, listen. Come in here for a bit, say bye to Tess.” He ushers the girls in and Sarah hugs Tess and says goodbye while Ellie flops face first into his pillows, a muttered ‘bye Tess’ the only sign she was still awake. Tess nods at him and gives Sarah a little squeeze before mumbling about taking care of the flight and leaving him to what was bound to be a devastating conversation.

He looks at the two sleepy teens in his bed with fondness. You had been co-raising these girls as a band since they were born- or in Sarah’s case, dropped on his doorstep- and they had become a little unit. They weren’t related by blood, but they were sisters. It helps in moments like this to remember that what they lack in blood relatives, they make up for in the family you had built as a team.

“Wasn’t uncle Llewyn supposed to pick us up for breakfast?” Sarah mumbles as Joel positions himself in the middle of the bed, letting the two teens curl up at his sides like they have since they were babies.

“Yeah, that fucker decide to ditch us?” Ellie grumbles, crass and prickly just like her mom and uncle, it’s a Davis family specialty. While prickly and crass as you all were, physical touch had always been your love language, so as Ellie curls into him, he can feel the echo of your arms resting around his neck, cheek pressed to the top of his head as you lean all of your weight against his back. He can feel Llewyn, leaning back to back in the studio, picking at their guitars and making up nonsense lyrics to riffs they liked. It made the ache in his chest feel like a black hole, sucking all the life and vibrancy out of his body and replacing him with a shell. Joel sighs and sniffs and that’s when Sarah clues in. He sees her suck in a breath and look at him with big glassy eyes before her gaze falls on Ellie.

“Ellie? I don’t know how to say this but-“ Ellie’s head whips in his direction.

“No.” She says immediately scrambling away from him. “Fuck you. There’s no way.” She starts to tear up and Joel starts to tear up too. He knew this would be hard on Ellie, it would be hard on all of them, but Llewyn was her person.

“Ellie-“ Joel tries, but the girl scrambled off the bed before he can even blink.

“Fuck you, this isn’t funny. I’m calling mom.” She lets out a shuddering breath and rushes out of the room. He’s left with his own daughter who stares at him still in disbelief, grief barely contained in tiny little sobs.

“Come here baby.” Joel sighs, hugging her tight, and rubbing soothing circles on her back.

“Dad, what happened?” Sarah cries, hugging him tight. In an instant she’s so grateful that her dad is here, glad she’s not alone.

“Car crash, drunk driver.” Joel sighs, brushing Sarah’s hair from her eyes and kissing her forehead with a sigh.

“What about Sugar?” She asks,

Looking to the living room where she can hear her best friend crying to her mother.

“Your Auntie is fine, she’s just shook up. She’s headed home, we’re gonna head to Mimi’s place, less likely to get bothered out there.” He gives a humorless chuckle. “Tess booked a flight, and she’s on her way back.”

“He’s…” Ellie comes back into the room, slumped and hollowed out, it hurts his heart to see this normally brash and lively little girl so out of her sorts. “He’s really gone.” She sniffs and sits back down on the bed, accepting as Sarah curls around her in a hug. “M-my uncle he’s really dead Joel?” She looks to him as if maybe the answer would change, and it nearly breaks him when he has to say yes. Because he is gone, and there’s not a damn thing he can do about it.

“I’m so sorry kid.” He sighs wrapping both girls up in his arms as they continue to cry for their uncle. The next few days would be rough, but he would handle it. He would have to, for his little bit of family that’s left.

18 hours of turbulence and pitying

glances from stewardesses and passengers later, you were touching down in Austin and heading for the SUV someone booked to get you home. You barely remember the flight home, all of it padding in some fugue state of grief. You numbly rub your eyes and debark the plane, hoping nobody recognizes you as you’re headed out but no such luck could be your lot.

“Sugar! What happens to Llewyn!?”

“Sugar! Are you and Joel gonna relight the flame?”

“Sugar! Was it drugs?”

“Sugar! Will there be a tribute?”

“Sugar! Is this the end of The Family Affair?”

You shuddered at their questions, not wanting to answer but feeling like if there was ever a time to say your peace… it was now.

“We make it out of this fight

I’m gonna need you to wrap my hands

Stitching up my eyes

You know that blood can blind

And them was big old boys

Had fists like cinder and stone

I dodge a blade on a dime

And they was out to chat my throat… hmmm.” Joel’s hands on the feta felt clumsy and heavy, not used to the way the music flowed from his fingertips anymore. It used to be so fluid, but now the music was coming back like a swarm, clouding his mid with thoughts of you and Llewyn. The stingers of each barn threatening to put him in shock.

“Dad! They’re harassing Sugar at the Airport.” Sarah called from the living room couch where she and Ellie had been curled up since arriving at Bill and Frank’s farm. Ellie had been sullen the entire time, nothing about the usually lively and sassy girl had been present lately and Joel was really worried. He was hoping that your arrival would curb the girls grief, even if it would be like a knife to his very soul. He forgets Sarah called. He keeps playing.

“And I admit was tanked

And you could say I was pissing gin

It’s hard to see

Even if I close my eyes

It’s fifteen degrees

I’m gonna sleep outside

Cos I got no way to feel

Even if I close my eyes

I’m busted, laid up, and dry.”

He was still absentmindedly strumming the guitar on the porch, until Sarah called again for him. He meanders into the living room to see what she was talking about, and found Ellie angrily standing and glaring at the TV with tears in her eyes. “Fucking buzzards.

Can’t leave anyone alone for two minutes.” She mumbled, tucking herself into Joel’s side as he entered the room.

“I know kid, but look, your mom can handle it.” Joel nudges her to look at the screen and there you are, fuming and staring into a camera with a fiery look he knows all too well, the heat of your stare makes him shiver even in this imperfect imitation. You’re one scary lady, and it’s no wonder where Ellie gets her fire from. He knows your heat all too well, and now he wishes more than anything to bask in it once more, even if it meant the burn would kill him, he would willingly go up in flames.

“Llewyn was my brother. A good man, a good artist, and a good uncle. He is everything I ever needed him to be, and more. I just lost what’s left of my family, and all I want to do is make it back to my daughter, and instead I’m stuck here being harassed by you assholes. Listen carefully, I willingly share my personal life with you on a daily basis, but something’s aren’t meant to be shared, and some memories are meant to be respected. I found out about his death in front of the whole world, I don’t even know how he died. The Family Affair has been our whole lives, but right now? Right now I would take back every song, note, and show to have my brother back. So, when I have answers I’ll give them to you. Llewyn meant a whole lot to so many people, but he meant the most to me and my little girl, and right now? Well, right now you’re keeping me from her. So I’ll answer you one question and that will be this, My brother will be honored in whatever way we can, but I can’t do that until I’m with the people who will mourn him. So get the fuck out of my way.” And as if she was parting the Red Sea, men and women parted from her path like they couldn’t bear to be in her war path. Joel couldn’t blame them.

“That was Sugar Davis of The Family Affair at Fort Worth just twenty minutes ago. Her fiery telling off of the paparazzi coming just mere hours after learning of the death of her brother, lead singer of the worlds top selling country unit, Llewyn Davis. She was at a show in Paris when she learned of her brother’s death. We have not yet heard from the rest of the band, but our thoughts and prayers are with them in these trying times.” The reporter on the screen moves on to show clips of their concerts and Joel reached to shut off the TV when Ellie mutters for him to ‘shut that shit off.’

“See? Sugar always handles business.” Joel shrugs, holding both the girls who were still wrapped in a shroud of melancholia that he couldn’t stand. His sadness added to the mix made what would normally be an enjoyable place resemble a funeral parlor. “Ok, why don’t we watch a movie till Sugar gets here ok?” Sarah shrugs and Ellie mumbled her assent, so he turns the tv on and hits the button to bring up his Bill’s ancient VCR.

Instead of it playing the princess bride like it was previously, a home video plays, and suddenly he’s faced with his younger self. He must have been twenty something in this little tableaux, and you were a fresh faced 19. His hair was mussed where you had removed his hat, and your cheeks were red from the heat of the sun beating down on your grin. Your bare feet were perched on his boots, and the skirt of the blue dress you wore swished around your ankles where he spun you around. He was dancing with you to some tune by Willie Nelson, swaying back and forth while you lazily draped an arm around his shoulder and grasped a hand firmly in his. You smiled up at him like he hung the moon on a string, and he smiled at you like you put the stars in the sky. He remembered this day, how the world felt so small when he was with you. Llewyn and Tommy were waltzing together flamboyantly making fun of your little bubble you were in. Watching it back now his brother and best friend were a sight, but all he could remember of that day was how your eyes shone in the setting sun. Eventually they broke it up and must have settled in behind his Frank who was clearly filming.

“You all looked so happy, what was that about?” Sarah asks as the camera comes in close to where you were dancing as the song changes to Mommas Don’t Let Your Babies Grow Up to be Cowboys, and your being swung around by Tommy while Joel and Llewyn link arms and diary do in a funny little jig.

“This was the day we found out we got a record deal.” Joel chuckles, watching his younger self celebrate with his best friends.

“You and Sugar were still together then?” Sarah asks cautiously. You had broken up before she and Ellie were born, and you dated again for a while until Sarah was about seven, then you split, and so did The Family Affair. That had been about seven years ago now.

“Yeah.” He nods as the film cuts out and switches to another shot of you in the studio with Llewyn and Tommy. He clearly hadn’t arrived yet, and you were sprawled out on the floor singing that same old Willie Nelson tune while Tommy napped and Llewyn wrote something down in his little red songbook. Bill was seated at the soundboard, fiddling with dials and switches, and Frank was obviously filming again. You had a barely there baby bump, and Sarah was almost a year old, this was right after you got back together. When Joel wanders into frame your eyes light up, and he can see Llewyn fondly roll his eyes as you cast the guitar aside, smacking Tommy in the shin and startling him awake. Then he sees himself get on the ground and hover above you, legs tangled together as he leans in for a kiss. Your giggle could melt the iciest of hearts, and Llewyn seemed to fondly smile as he watched you light up with joy. He was always your biggest cheerleader, and he didn’t know who was more devastated by your break up, him or TMZ.

“That was the day we recorded your favorite song Ellie Bellie.” Joel grinned and nudged the girl who was sniffling at the sight of her unbroken family. What she wouldn’t give to see them all together again. A rare sight since the band called it quits.

“Yeah? Looks like you’re about to sleep with my mom in a recording studio.” She jokes, as the young Joel on the screen passionately kisses every inch of your skin that is available to him.

“I can be party to this no longer!” Llewyn suddenly announces in the falsified drawl of a knight. “Unhand my sister you barbarian!” He bellows, tackling Joel away from you and beginning to wrestle him while yelling Shakespearean insults at him. Their silly old uncle Llewyn, as they remember him best.

Then the picture shifts again and there you are holding a tiny baby Ellie, while Sarah crouched over her, staring at the squishy baby Ellie with wonder.

“Tiny baby sister!” The baby Sarah squealed, gently rubbing her fingers up and down the baby’s belly.

“Yeah!” He could hear himself say from behind the camera. Llewyn is there too, sitting next to you and monitoring Sarah carefully, holding her tiny little hips so he can snatch her up if she gets too rough, but mostly just to be apart of this amazing moment between his two favorite girls in the entire world. He loved those kids, that much was for sure.

“Gentle, gentle hands with the baby. You’re doing so good with the baby Sarah. This is Ellie, your new best friend.” You smiled, hugging the toddler close while grinning at Joel who must have been behind the camera.

“God Joel, we got old!” Llewyn laughs, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and grinning brightly at the camera. He can hear himself chuckle along with Llewyn. “But we’re lucky bas-“ Llewyn cuts himself off when Frank clears his throat to remind him the girls are present. “Boys though.”

“Yeah man, so lucky. Got the three prettiest girls in the world right here.” Young Joel says, the grin in his voice undeniable. The grin it brought to your face outshone the sun, and he remembers falling in love with you all over again.

“You weren’t together then. This was before you guys got back together.” Sarah muttered. Joel didn’t answer continuing to watch you hold both baby girls with all the joy in the world.

“Sugar said you broke up the first time you broke up was because you went to college?” Sarah questions and Joel nods, the first breakup was well before that video of you dancing on the porch with Joel. That was the day he dropped out of college.

“Yeah, we dated all through Highschool, and when I moved off for college we both got into relationships with your respective parents, and when they didn’t work out we got back together.” Joel mumbled.

“Then you broke up again.” Ellie mumbled bitterly. “I’m done with this, I’m going to bed.” Ellie mumbled, going to what looks to be the room she shares with Sarah, his daughter following after her.

Joel knows the girls harbor some resentment in their break up, Ellie more than most, and he hates himself all over again. He wishes he had done better, been better, but time does not heal all wounds, and this one might be worse than most.

Joel continues to sit and watch parts of his life play out in real time, and in his heart he knows, that the best days are already behind him. In the background, like some strange backing track to his misery, there it was, that same old Willie Nelson tune.

“I knew someday that you would fly away

For love is the greatest healer to be found

So leave me if you need to

I will still remember

Angel flying too close to the ground.”

In the other room, Sarah and Ellie lay head to head, limbs dangling off the edge of the bed in opposite directions while they talk about everything and nothing.

“Sarah? Do you ever think our parents would get back together? Like when we were little?” Ellie mumbled to her older sister.

Sarah ponders this, wanting to say yes, but knowing how much it would crush her if it didn’t work out again.

“I want to think so, yeah.” Sarah shrugs,

Turning her head to look at Ellie’s troubled face in profile. “Why?”

“I just… I can’t help but think we might have been given an opportunity here.” Ellie sighs, covering her face with her hands.

“Ellie… that’s…” Sarah sighed and Ellie jumped to her next thought.

“I know that’s fucked up, but think about it, nothing short of a tragedy could get them to come back home and spend time together, so why not use this really sad moment for good. It’s what Uncle Llew would have wanted! He always wanted mom and da- Uncle Joel to be together!” Sarah makes note of her sister’s slip but won’t acknowledge it, she would call Sugar mom if she knew it wouldn’t break her heart.

“Maybe you’re right, but let’s not push too hard. They’re both pretty upset right now, but I think you have a point.” Sarah sighs, sitting up and scrubbing her face as if to clear away the fog from her brain like a windshield.

“Well, those two fuckin brainiacs won’t be able to figure it out without a big push, but I’ll try to be subtle.” Ellie laughs, bumping foreheads with Sarah and grinning at the snort her sister lets out at her profanities.

“What are my girls giggling about in here?” The voice of the girls adoptive grandfather Frank drifts through the room they’re sharing and it’s like a balm to their souls.

“Frank!” They cry in unison, launching themselves at the older man with a grin.

“My babies! Oh I’ve missed you!” Frank chuckles, kissing both his adoptive grandchildren on the head with a fond little smile. “Was that a scheme I heard in here? Something about getting your parents back together?” He grins at them with a mischievous twinkle in his eye and they grin back, noting that they might have one more dog in the race.

“Yeah, you want in?” Ellie wiggles her eyebrows and Frank chuckles at the spirited little heathen.

“Well, Bill and I have been trying to do it for years, maybe they need just one more push.” He laughs, smoothing Ellie’s curls and squeezing Sarah’s hand. Those two girls really are a blessing to the old man, the glue that kept his little pack of adopted mutts in his care.

“Bill cares about wether or not out parents get together?” Sarah chuckles,the look on her face disbelieving.

“Don’t let that old hard ass fool you, he’s a softie for Sugar, always has been.” Frank rolls his eyes. Bill was technically your godfather, best friend and military

comrade of your deceased father, tasked with his children’s safety until you graduated high school when your dad died the summer before your senior year. Frank was his life long partner, and they had been together for as far back as you could remember.

Nobody fully stated the nature of their relationship, but everyone knew they were a pair, and nobody in your little pack of misfits could find it in themselves to care. If memory serves, Frank and Bill were rumored to have met while they both worked on a David Bowie tour in 70’s after Bill toured Vietnam with your dad. Bill was a sound engineer, and Frank was a costumer, they fell in love at a road crew Jam session. When Gay Marriage was legalized, you remember them disappearing for a weekend and showing back up with wedding rings. Your ecstatic little misfit family threw them a party, and Frank’s favorite photo of you all together is from that night. Everyone is in that photo, including both babies and Tess. Frank was like everyone’s favorite parent, the one you go to for advice and comfort, and Bill was the protector. When you moved in that summer after your dad died, Frank never questioned that your brother and his little pack of friends would be staples in his home. When Llewyn asked his Godfather it was an immediate no. Eventually though, Bill, whose only soft spot was for the little girl his friend charged him with when her mother died in child birth, cracked. When she begged, he let them stay, no matter how much he despised the troublesome Miller brothers who followed his god children like a plague.

Bill kept that bout of ill will for Joel and Tommy Miller until they beat up the boy who broke your heart and left you with Ellie until he was black and blue, then he found it in him to like the Miller boys a little, and that Joel sure could play the six string.

“He is Especially where his three favorite girls are concerned.” Frank winked at his granddaughters and they giggled. “We’re with your girls, and when your Uncle Tommy gets here, he’ll want in on the action too. Maria and I love playing matchmaker.”

“Thanks Grandpa Frank.” Ellie sighed, nearly squeezing the life out of the older man.

“No problem spitfire, it’s always a pleasure for to scheme with my babies.” He winks and gets up to leave the room, picking up a set of abandoned sheets that must have been for the guest room.

“Wait, if Tommy and Maria are coming to stay… we wouldn’t have enough beds.” Sarah mutters, looking curiously at where her Grandfather had just vanished.

“That scheming old fart!” Ellie laughed flopping into the pillows. While a grin bemused grin dawns on Sarah’s face “He’s making them bunk together!”

The older girl, newly clued in on the scheme, giggled with a sigh. “I love our family.”

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arduadastra · 3 years

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Another one 😉

How would the Pedro boys react to you having toxic parents?

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Hi, again friend! This is a short but sweet one (Because I'm preparing myself for the England game later ⚽️🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿)- hope you still enjoy it! These boys are all soft supportive men and I stand by that.

Warnings: Brief hints at parental abuse, swearing, pregnancy, age!gap and one use of derogatory wording.

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Din Djarin✨

Din never gets to meet your parents but he does hear stories about them and he completely understands your decision to never see them again. In fact, it's probably for the best that he doesn't because from the sounds of it, he wouldn't last five minutes with them talking to you how they do before he put his fist through a wall.

Mandalorian culture is about togetherness, about being one with those around you so he can't fathom how a parent could exclude their child to such an extent that they end up running away (it was how you met after all) so you often ask about his parents instead. You want to hear what family should be like and after a while, he opens up and tells you what he remembers of them and it makes you smile. If only they were alive, you think you'd have loved them and Din knows they would have loved you too.

Frankie Morales🐟

Frankie didn't have a bad relationship with his parents per se, it's just after being deployed he never really made time to see them. He was also ashamed, it got to a point where it had been so long and he had done such awful things he was worried they wouldn't even answer the phone. But then you open up about yours, how they treated you as a child and how they still constantly ring you to nag about where you're going in life, why you aren't married and why you haven't had kids yet. Too often Frankie finds you teary-eyed after a particularly heated phone call and he holds you tight through it all.

Seeing you like that puts a spark in him and he realises what he has shouldn't be taken for granted, he wants you to have that support system and he can give it to you if he stops being so stubborn. So he calls and of course, they answer and gush about how much they missed him and at no point do they blame him for anything. It makes him cry. You both go see them the week after and seeing your smiling face after your mum had embraced you in a tight hug made Frankie's heart hurt - he was glad he could give you this. (He also adamantly refuses to give your parents his number, you both agree angry voicemails from Frankie is not going to make the situation any better)

Javier Peña🥃

You know this man would give them shit and there's nothing you could do about it. He would research the crap out of them after hearing how they screamed at you the last time you went home, trying to find anything he could get them on. He'd have contacts back in the states still, get his old team to go down to their house and scare some sense into them. You had no idea any of this happened until you got a shaky call from your mum, apologising after the police had come to her door and you knew who was behind it.

You were definitely angry at first, thinking Javi didn't trust you enough to handle it and considering you'd had your whole life dealing with their shit - to see him handle it so easily made your blood boil. But, he understood. You talk it out and eventually, he relents that maybe he should have told you but he just wanted to help because he loved you so much. You were only friends when all this happened but you were much more the morning after as friends certainly don't do the things you did the night he admitted that.

Agent Jack 'Whiskey' Daniels🌪

Whiskey would try going down the same path as Javier, use Kingsman intel to work out a suitable punishment but he's less stubborn and more easily persuaded to let it go. You visit them solo a few times after that and each time seems to get progressively better so you decide to introduce them to Jack and then all hell breaks loose.

Your dad ends up calling you a whore and while that doesn't even make you flinch, your mum following suit and accusing Jack of taking advantage of you due to the age gap really fucking does. You fight back, highlighting the lifetime of shitty parenting and not treating you like the adult you are and Jack stands back. He lets you get it all out, lets you take the reins and you appreciate it and it feels so fucking good. You leave feeling lighter, your words leaving them speechless as you leave with a promise to never return. Jack kisses you hard in his Bronco after that, saying he's never been prouder and you believe him.

Ezra🌿

Your parents stay out of your life once you move out at 18 and years later when you meet Ezra you still don't hear from them but somehow they find out you're pregnant and worm their way back into your life. They must have seen your announcement online because then you get a message and you shouldn't have expected anything less but you at least thought they'd be excited for you.

Ezra sees the message as you read it and you hear the sharp intake of breath at the last few lines where your mum goes headfirst into why you'd make a terrible mother and he slams the laptop shut before you can even process whats happened. He takes you under his arm, nose pressed to your hair and gives covers their darkness in your head with his light, "You're going to be the most wonderful mother. You are nothing but kind and good and our child will love you. You have nothing to fear little bird, you are strong and I couldn't be prouder of the woman you've become. Ignore them, they are ignorant people with ignorant thoughts - jealous of the life you have carved for yourself without them." You reply nine months later with a picture of the three of you, smiles big and bright with Ezra flipping them off above your head.

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