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chapter twelve: sunshine baby

neighbor!joel x f!reader

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series rating: E (18+ MDNI)

series summary:

over the course of three summers, joel miller becomes woven into your life. the first summer is spent falling for him; nannying his daughter and sneaking around with him in a burning love affair. you know how you feel about joel, he isn’t so sure about how it all is gonna work. the second summer is brief. a month spent at home after graduation and before you move to boston for your dream job. one look at you, one time hearing your voice, and joel is hooked again. he pines over you for that month, but you think — how is long distance of over a thousand miles going to work for a single dad? the third summer, you return home burnt out and pride bruised from your post-grad life. you need time to feel at home again, like your complete self, so you’ve come back home with no return ticket booked. it’s only a matter of time before joel seeks you out, slowly spending more time with you. without an inevitable end to the summer looming over you both, what chances are you willing to take?

word count: 6.7k

warnings: NO OUTBREAK (don’t need to worry about the mushies), no use of y/n, inexperienced reader, age gap (joel is 30/31, reader is 22), canon-divergent (sarah is 7 y/o), nanny au, pet names (sweetheart, darling, sweet girl, mariposa, etc.), feeling familial and self-pressure, established relationship, spanish cause joel is latino, oral (m receiving), dirty talkkk king joel miller, soft joel, possessive joel, mentions of depression and symptoms, struggling with self, discussion of parenting, angst, arguing, i'm sorry </3

a/n: everyone go give @northernbluess all the love for always helping me with beta-ing AND cause we are gonna be writing a fic together :)))) more info on her monthly recap posted the other day xx love ya bestie! y'all enjoy this chapter (i have a feeling it will be RIP to my notifs)

Mid-week, your usual nanny family lets you know that they won’t need you for the day and to take the day off. With no other plans, you decide to visit Joel at his work site for the day to bring him lunch. You throw something together and head out from the neighborhood, calling him on speakerphone. It rings a few times before the line clicks and his voice projects from the small speakers on your cell phone.

“Hi, Mari baby. What’s going on? Is something wrong? You never call when you’re working.” Joel’s side of the line is filled with background noise, men shouting, and construction sounds of hammers, saws, and machinery.

“Hey, J. Nothing’s wrong, I actually have the day off. Kristie called this morning after you left to say she was staying home for the day so I’ve got nothing to do,” you hold up your phone as you come to a stoplight, “So I thought I would come to visit you for a little bit. I made you some lunch. Where are you at today?”

Joel’s smile is evident throughout his response, his voice getting louder to be heard over all the noise, “We’re at the Maple Avenue site. Right at the corner of Lake St. Not too far from home, so I guess I’ll see you soon?”

“I will see you in, like, ten minutes. Already on my way.” The two of you make a bit more conversation before Joel has to hang up, saying that he has to go tell someone ‘how to correctly install a support beam’.

“Alright, gotta go, sweetheart. Love you.”

“Love you too, J. See you soon.”

Exactly ten minutes later, you’re pulling up outside of the work site, confronted with the vague shape of a house with the framing up. You grab the cooler bag from your passenger side and climb out of the car, crossing the road and walking up to the younger of the two Miller brothers that you see standing in front of a table of plans and chatting with an employee.

Tommy looks up and grins when he sees you, clapping the other guy on the back to grab his attention, “Look who it is! Y’know, George, you better tell the guys that they better thank this woman right here — she’s the one who’s made Joel less insufferable.”

With a roll of your eyes, you stride up to Tommy and give him a hug in greeting before stretching out your hand to introduce yourself to George. He excuses himself to get back to his task at hand, leaving you with Tommy and waiting for Joel.

“So what d’ya bring me, sis? If you bring a treat, better have enough to share with the class.” He grins mischievously and reaches for the cooler in your hand.

“Eh, none of that, Tommy! If you ask nicely, I’ll give you the food I so graciously brought for you.” You smile and set the bag on the makeshift table of folding saw horses and a plank of composite. Unzipping the bag, you pull out the extra food you made for Tommy and pass it over, laughing when he pulls you in for a squeezing hug.

“God bless you, Posey, I was gonna have to have a gas station lunch today with the amount of shit we have to get done.”

“Quit squeezin’ the shit out of my girl, Tommy.” Joel’s voice fills your ears and you laugh when Tommy pulls away, happily picking up his sandwich and unwrapping it to take a large bite out of it.

“Hey, just thanking her for feeding me, too. Also, this is good as fuck.” He points to the food in his hand while Joel sidles up next to you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and kissing the top of your head.

“You’re welcome, Tommy,” you reply, grinning before turning to your side while Joel gently squeezes your shoulder. “Do you have some time for lunch now? Or should I wait around for a bit?”

Joel shakes his head and smiles, leaning down to press a chaste kiss on your lips, “I’ll make time for you whenever, darlin’. Think everyone can survive for a bit without me.”

“Y’all are too much. I’ve never seen my brother like this, Posey. Please continue to keep him happy cause he’s a much better boss these days.” Tommy laughs loudly when Joel shoots him a look of annoyance, the younger Miller turning to head into the framed home to check in on the rest of the work being done. Joel picks up the cooler bag from the table and takes your hand, nodding toward the street.

“C’mon, Mari, we can eat in the truck bed. Probably better than a construction site.”

The two of you sit on the edge of the truck bed, eat, and chat about the day. Joel mentions how much work he has left for the day, clearly stressed about getting enough done before he has to leave to get Sarah. You offer to pick her up from camp and bring her home, planning to make dinner so Joel can stay longer to get some extra tasks checked off his to-do list before the weekend.

After finishing up your meal, the two of you walk back up to the site, Joel taking you on a tour through the bones of the house. He explains the vision for each room and the finishes he’s going to propose to the family building it. You follow along with him, smiling at his enthusiasm as he gestures about bay windows and oak flooring.

When the two of you are standing alone in what will at one point become a bedroom with a view of the tree-lined backyard, Joel pauses and turns to you. Taking your hands in his, he looks down at them as he laces your fingers together before meeting your eyes with a tender smile.

“Y’know, I could build somethin’ like this for us one day. We could find a piece of land we love, maybe a little bit further out of the city to get some more space. Really make it our own…”

A squeeze of his hands reassures him in the moment, matching his sweet smile with your own, “That sounds wonderful, J. But I have to say, I like our house now.”

Your smile grows wider when Joel’s does, his brown eyes catching the midday sunlight and creases at their outer corners deepening along with his dimple. He pulls you into a tighter embrace, kissing you gently before nudging his nose against yours.

“Te amo, mi Mariposa.”

“I love you too, J.”

Music is playing from the CD player when Joel walks through the door later than he usually does. His shoulders are tense, his back is aching, and all he wants to do is sink down onto the couch and relax with you and Sarah. Toeing off his work boots and tossing his keys onto the entryway table, he bites back a smile hearing the slight commotion that is you cooking — some of that noise contributed by Sarah messing around with everything, too.

The next song clicks over on the tracklist, the beginning notes of ‘Sara’ by Fleetwood Mac, a favorite in the Miller home since his little girl was born. He remembers singing it to her when she was an infant, letting her dance on his toes when she was younger. It’s been a while since he heard it, and walking to the doorway into the kitchen, a wide grin stretches across his face. The deep, dull ache in his muscles lightens at the sight of you dancing with Sarah, singing all of the words to her and her singing along with what she knows.

“Said Sara, you're the poet in my heart…Never change, never stop…” your voice carries over the stereo, Sarah’s popping in on the last two lines. Joel stands to the side, crossing his arms over his chest as he watches the two of you twirl around the island. At one moment, you catch his eyes and beam brightly at him, waving him closer and reaching out a hand for him to join.

He does just that, scooping up Sarah with a grunt to hold her in his arms while you rest a hand on his shoulder and one on Sarah’s back. The three of you move and sing together, the butterfly in Joel’s chest rapidly pounding its wings and bouncing against his rib cage.

This is all that matters, this is what he envisions for his future. Small moments like this, altogether, his girls — and maybe another baby or two.

A simple life.

The next couple of weeks are packed with nights spent between all three of you, weaving your unit tighter together. Board game night with Sorry and Monopoly, and a sore loser Joel who insisted that the official rules be read aloud, even in the instance that his own daughter was the game winner — only just pushing him out of the top spot.

There was another evening spent at the arcade and bowling alley, a rainy day that washed beyond sunset. All of you ran from the truck into the building, shaking off the droplets before weaving your way through the games until the bag of quarters you and Sarah had gathered dwindled completely. A round of bowling was played, Joel being ‘generous’ (his words) to allow the bumpers to be put up for Sarah…and you.

The latest evening, Friday night, was spent alone with Joel while Sarah was at a sleepover. Your parents were out of town with friends for the weekend, and Chris was out with some college buddies who were visiting Austin, leaving the house free for you. Joel came over, crawling into bed with you after another long day at work, and the two of you languidly spent the evening shifting between random conversations, lying together quietly, running ghostly touches over each other until the tension snapped. Intermittently, the air between the two of you would heat up, leading gentle touches to be filled with more pressure and building up until the room was filled with breathy moans and begging.

Joel unravels you once with his hands, another with his mouth; the third time he reaches for you, soft and low pleadings to fill you up, you flip him around onto his back. Trailing kisses down his bare torso, you stop at his waistband and peel away the cotton of his boxers from his sweat-sheened skin. A long sigh deflates his chest when you take him into your mouth, his precum and your saliva mixing in slick as you work your head up and down at a steady pace. He’s propped against your headboard, pillows shifted behind him, and a mesmerized, open-mouthed, and heavy-breathed look on his face as he watches you. His voice hits your ears in your focus on his pleasure, the things he’s compelled to say flooding between your legs all over again.

“Fuck, Mari…”

“Tu puta boca perfecta…(Your perfect fucking mouth…)”

“Such a good girl, a perfect fucking girl. Bet you love this, don’t you, mi zorrita? Love sucking my cock and makin’ me feel so good.”

“Gonna come — oh fuck, sweet girl, gonna let me come down your throat? Let me see you swallow it all, Mari baby?”

Your name leaves his lips in a breathless moan, his come shooting in thick ropes and spilling onto your tongue as he finishes. Lifting your head off of him, you show off the pool of it on your tongue before swallowing it and giggling as he quickly pulls you up for a sloppy kiss.

At the stroke of midnight, the two of you are treading water in your pool, only illuminated by the bulb string lights running across the pool deck. The water is warm from the sunlight simmering over it all day, the perfect bath temperature surrounding your bare bodies as you mess around. Evading Joel’s arms, teasing him as you swim away before he corners you, a satisfied smirk on his face when he stalks up to you and towers over you, tilting your head back with a dripping wet hand. He leans down to kiss you deeply, stealing the air from your lungs with its delicate intensity.

The light bounces off the surface of the water, reflecting in his eyes as you hold his gaze and silence falls over the two of you for a handful of heartbeats.

He speaks in a hushed voice as if any louder would shatter the moment, “M’gonna marry you. Gonna give you whatever kind of life you want — a house, babies, I’d move across the world with you if you wanted. Middle of nowhere. Whatever you want, Mari.”

A smile grows on your face, droplets littering your face as you match his volume, “The only life I want is one with yours.”

It’s morning on a Saturday and you’re rushing around the kitchen, sloshing coffee in your half-full mug and waiting for your toast to pop out. You have only about twenty minutes until you had promised to meet Joel and Sarah at his truck in his driveway, the time counting pressuring you, especially considering you’re still wearing your pajamas and have a bad case of bedhead.

There’s a brief moment to breathe as you take your finished toast out of the toaster and stand in front of the island to butter it, reaching for the jam as your mom walks in from the living room. You glance up at her before continuing your task, passing her a greeting that she returns while refilling her coffee mug.

“Oh, sweetie, I’ve been meaning to ask you about something.” Your mom turns toward you, leaning back against the counter. Your stomach flips at the statement, nerves at the ready to start to hear something along the lines of ‘So you and Joel…’ But that doesn’t come; instead, your mom continues with a different line of questioning. “You know Sherri’s son that was about a year older than you all throughout school?”

“Um, yeah, I think so. Isn’t his name Ollie?”

“Well, he goes by Oliver now, according to his mother, but yeah that’s him.”

Another look is exchanged when you glance up at her, picking up a piece of your quick breakfast and taking a bite. You speak with a mouthful, “Okay, so what about Oliver?”

There’s a look that your mother has given you over the years of being her daughter. It’s a smile, but not any old smile that she gives out willy-nilly. No, this is a smile for specific situations. When she really wants you to hear her out, to do what she’s suggesting — if you can even call it that. Most of the times she’s used it on you, it’s left you no choice but to follow through on what she wanted.

The look on her face is exactly that right now.

Along with that persuasive face, she stands from her place at the counter, striding over to you and resting a hand on your shoulder while she looks you in the eyes.

“Well, sweetie, you have been home for nearly the entire summer and I haven’t seen you with anyone but your college friends a couple of times or Joel and Sarah. And I mean, they’re lovely people, but you probably shouldn’t be spending your entire free time with a nearly ten-year-old girl and her dad…”

Inside, you find yourself flipping straight to anger, ready to defend those two with your life, to defend your actions by telling your mother everything. How Joel isn’t only Sarah’s dad, how he’s the man you’re in love with and have been in love with for the last few years. How Sarah isn’t your ten-year-old next-door neighbor, how she isn’t only a little girl you nannied for a summer. She’s a light in your life, a wonderful addition that you’ve received on top of your love for Joel. Sarah’s become like — like a daughter to you.

All of these words die in your throat, fearing the outcome — disappointment, possibly resentment from Joel, and confusion and likely anger from your parents for keeping such a secret. Instead, you continue to listen to your mother’s request.

“I was talking to Sherri about you, and she said that Oliver moved back from Chicago to Austin this summer, about a month ago, and he’s been looking for some people his age to hang out with — is that what y’all young people call it now? Basically, she said he’s been looking for a girlfriend. I thought, knowing he’s a sweet boy, that maybe you would be interested in meeting up with him?”

“Uh—um, I don’t—” you ramble, feeling your cheeks heat up in the scramble for a legitimate excuse.

“I mean, you don’t have to say anything now. But I got his number from Sherri so I’ve got it if you want to reach out to him. She said she chatted to Ollie—I mean, Oliver, and he said he remembered you and would absolutely be interested in gettin’ reacquainted.”

That same smile paints your mom’s face, tilting you in the direction of simply agreeing to get her to stop. But then your mind flashes you an image of Joel, laying next to him a few nights ago in bed with his boyish grin, giddy like a schoolgirl when you casually said ‘I love you’ to him before going to sleep. That is what you’re thinking of when you address your mother again, a smile of your own on your face from imagining your man.

“I’ll think about it, Mom,” you say, a flat out lie to appease her. You finish up your breakfast and down the rest of your now lukewarm coffee, rushing around her to the basement door leading to your studio. The answer is enough to satiate your mother, her returning with her filled coffee mug to the living room and leaving you to finish your mad dash to get ready for the day.

“Sorry, sorry, sorry! I woke up late and then I was trying to eat breakfast quick and my mom came in and was trying to talk to me and I still had to get ready—” you ramble as you rush across your yard to Joel’s driveway where he is awaiting next to his truck with Sarah already seatbelted in the back row. Joel holds his hands up and laughs, interrupting your train of explanation.

“Woah, woah, slow down, Mariposa. You’re like a minute late, we’ll still make it on time.” He nods to the truck, leading you around to the passenger side and opening the door for you, lending a hand for you to get up. While Joel rounds the front of the car again, you turn around in your seat after belting yourself in, smiling at Sarah.

“Hey, sweet pea. Excited about your softball game?”

“Hi, Posey! I’m excited, but also I know that Daddy’s gonna get annoyed about something the umpire does or the other team, so I’m sure he’ll get yelled at again.” Your head snaps to Joel when he climbs in, guilt all over his face as he cringes. The engine rumbles to life as it turns over, and the three of you start the drive across town to the tournament fields.

You shake your head and roll your eyes, turning back to Sarah. “Don’t worry about him today, I’ll keep him in line so y’all can have one game without him gettin’ too competitive for you all. You just have fun with your teammates and do your best.”

“Hey, I always want her to jus’ do her best. And I want the other team and the umps to do their best and not make poor calls or crappy plays.”

Sarah laughs at your playful back and forth, the two of you resigning the conversation to listen to the radio. Joel reaches across to take your hand in his, resting them both in your lap while the breeze from the open windows blows your hair around.

Before you know it, Joel is pulling into a parking spot at a park district site, the screams and laughter of children melding with the clink of metal bats and soft thuds of softballs landing in leather gloves. It pulls you back to your childhood, endless summer weekends spent across the state of Texas for your younger brother’s baseball tournaments.

Sarah whips off her seatbelt and scurries out of the car, running across the grass to meet her teammates at the dugout of their assigned field. Joel chuckles to himself and shakes his head, cutting the engine and turning to you.

“Ready to witness some riveting sportsmanship?”

“Well, from what Sarah said, I think I’ll have to keep an eye on you for your sportsmanship. Are you really one of those dads?” You lift an eyebrow, a smirk held back on your face.

“Maybe…”

With a shake of your head, you reach over and pat his thigh, warning him, “Be a good boy, and we’ll get some ice cream after. Deal?”

His thigh tenses under your touch, a quiet puff of a sigh leaving his parted lips. He shakes himself out of the daze, licking his lips and holding your eyes, “Do I get something else if I’m a good boy?”

“Maybe…” You throw his response back at him, peeling your hand from his leg with a satisfied smirk, and climb out of the truck to follow him toward the bleachers. Joel makes a detour to drop Sarah’s bag at the dugout, wishing her luck while you send her a wave from the seating area.

Climbing up a few rows, you shoot a friendly smile to the other parents there, all of them giving you a curious look. Settling on the bench, you rest your hands on either side of you, gripping the bleacher out of anxiety. The sun is beating down on you this afternoon, but it is nothing compared to the scorching stares you can feel from everyone around you, especially the mothers. A cool relief only comes when Joel makes his way over, stopping halfway up to you to chat with a couple that greet him cheerfully. You watch the umpires prepare the field, popping the rubber bases into place. The next moment, you hear your name called, following the sound to see Joel waving you over with a grin.

Carefully climbing down, Joel reaches out a hand when you’re close, helping you down to stand on the aluminum beam in front of him.

Introducing you to the couple seated in front of you, you share a smile with them while Joel’s hand rests on your waist, “This is Adam and Maria, they’re the parents of Sarah’s friend, Katie. Adam and Maria, this is my partner…”

You tune out the rest of the quick introduction when Joel uses your name, feeling a flip of your stomach when he drops the title so nonchalantly. You haven’t heard him say anything but ‘girlfriend’ in a lighthearted manner to Sarah or Tommy, and this feels way different. The word is definite, solid, and much more committed than the flippant terminology.

Getting out of your distraction, you make light small talk with Adam and Maria before Joel excuses the two of you as the game is about to start. He follows you up to the same spot you were holding before, sitting down next to you and tuning into the game immediately. Nothing more is said about how he introduced you, the tiny, one-word difference saying much more to you than any explanation could.

As Sarah’s team takes the field, Joel raises his hands and claps loudly, calling out encouragement, “Let’s go, Comets! Y’all got this!”

Sarah’s positioned at third base, with an ideal view of her from where you’re at on the bleachers. The game’s start is delayed from a change in the other team’s lineup being sorted, the pause in the fanfare causing Joel to turn to you and wrap his arm around your lower back. Wordlessly, he leans in for a chaste kiss, smiling sweetly when he pulls away and pushes his sunglasses back down on his nose.

“Didn’t get to give you a kiss when I first saw you.”

Instead of responding, you lean into his side when the umps break from the circle with the two head coaches and both of your focuses turn to the field with the first batter up.

It’s a fairly standard game until the top of the fifth inning. The field umpire called a batter safe at third after Sarah tagged her first, Joel standing up immediately and gesturing wildly as he yelled toward the field.

“What are you blind, ump? She clearly landed the tag before number twelve’s foot was on the bag. I could see it clear as day from here and I’m way older than you are, kid!”

The umpire crosses his arms, giving Joel a warning look as he strides over. Sarah stands at her base, shifting her weight back and forth uncomfortably as the girl running the bases gives her a glare. You can tell Sarah’s turning into herself, the unwanted attention making her second-guess in the moment. Every young girl has been there before, and it makes your stomach turn knowing the feeling she’s having.

“Sir, I’d appreciate it if you keep your thoughts to yourself and take them up with the head coach at the end of the game. We’re all trying to play a fun and fair game, and I’m calling everything how I see it.” The umpire stands at the fence in front of the bleachers, projecting his voice up to Joel. He can’t be any older than nineteen years old, likely a college kid with a summer job. And definitely not one that pays enough to fight with a man like Joel.

“Calling ‘em how you ‘em? You really must not have great eyesight then, son, ‘cause that was a horrible call. I’ve got reading glasses in my car, d’you think you need ‘em?” The last line gets a few laughs from surrounding parents, and one glance over to Sarah again and you see her talking to her coach, shoulders slumped and arms limp. Her face tells you she’s asking for something, a gesture toward her father standing on the bleachers.

“Sir, if you keep this up, I’m going to have to eject you from the field area.”

Reaching up next to you, you wrap your fingers around Joel’s wrist and tug harshly enough to draw his attention. One look into his eyes with a subtle glare — invisible to most bystanders but communicating everything it needs to in the moment to Joel. He resigns with a sigh, waving his hand up in understanding as he takes his seat again.

Speaking only loud enough for him to hear, you give him a playful pinch and roll your eyes, “We’re leavin’ if you pull shit like that again, ‘cause you’re mortifying your daughter and it’s not a good look to be kicked out of your kid’s little league softball game, J.”

He rolls his eyes in return, the reprimand getting him riled up again, “But that was such a bullshit call, Mari. I couldn’t let the ump—“

“You can and you will. Sarah’s here to have fun, and you’re here to watch her have fun. If she gets serious about wanting to play softball and wants to join a league outside of the park district, have at it arguing with umpires and coaches. Cause you’ll be surrounded with other parents doin’ the same shit.”

“And how d’you know that?”

“I was a witness to the dramas of travel baseball for, like, seven years of my life. Dragged to tournaments for Chris every weekend over the summer. And saw plenty of dads like you.”

Joel laughs and shakes his head, leaning closer to speak low in your ear, “Sweetheart, I don’t think there’s a dad out there who’s like me…At least I hope there isn’t, ‘cause then what’s my appeal to you?”

You snort out a quiet laugh, shoving him away lightly before jesting, “Convenience. Barely had to walk fifty feet to find a hot dad. Didn’t need to prowl the baseball games anymore.”

“Convenience? Is that all it was?” He fakes shock and disappointment, a slow shake of his head until he breaks out into a cheeky grin, “Should’ve moved sooner.”

“Well, not that much earlier, manther.”

“Manther? Enlighten me, Mari.” Joel gives you a curious stare while his arm makes its way around your back again, resting at your lower side next to your ass.

“The male equivalent of a cougar. You’re a manther.” Beaming up at him, you laugh as he pinches your side, acting offended all the while he presses a kiss to the side of your head.

“Only for you, Mari baby, only for you.”

The Comets, Sarah’s team, won the game 6-4. To celebrate, the team agreed to meet at the Tastee-Freez nearby to hang out and get some ice cream. The drive there was filled with Sarah and Joel recapping her plays, and a strong scold from the younger Miller about the older’s argument. You kept to yourself, smiling along with the jokes shot between them, sitting back to admire the two of them.

You never could have expected this kind of life with them when you saw their small family moving in from your front living room window.

Joel reaches over, takes your hand, and links your fingers together with a soft squeeze. When you turn to him, attention focusing away the road in front of you while the truck rolls to a stop at the red light, Joel meets your eyes with a tender look. His mouth lifts at the corners, pursing his lips as he brings your hands up to kiss the back of yours. The small gesture and the glint in his eyes fill your chest with a warm rush of syrupy ooze, enough heat to spread to the rest of your body and between your ribs, and leave you with tingling nerves.

The parking lot is packed when you arrive, Joel opting to park along the side of the road in the mix of grass and gravel. Hopping out of the car, Joel is quick to get around and take your hand again, pressing his lips to the top of your head as the pair of you walk behind Sarah up to the snaking line filled with her teammates and their families.

“Remember our first date here?” Joel inquires, tilting his head with a growing smile.

Chuckling, you nod and reciprocate his smile, “How could I forget? You got a butterscotch-dipped cone, weirdo.”

“Hey, if I remember correctly, you’re the one who polished off my cone and I took yours. So quit knockin’ the butterscotch dip, Mari,” Joel’s voice is dripping with nostalgia, the date you two had two years ago feeling like a lifetime ago. While the line moves forward, you lean back against his chest, and his hands find your sides, skating up and down along the fabric of your sundress. In front of you, you reach out and rest your hands on Sarah’s shoulders, smiling when she leans back into your touch. Her tiny frame sways drowsily in your arms, one of your hands reaching up to play with her curls gently.

“Feelin’ tired, Sare Bear?” Your chin tucks into your neck to look down at her and she looks up, nodding slowly and stretching her arms in front of her. Reaching your arms around her shoulders, you hold her comfortably against her chest, the three of you in a tight-knit row in line. “Well, you’ll get a sugar high from the ice cream and then you can crash at home after you hang with your friends. You just give us the word and we’ll head home, yeah?”

Joel orders for the three of you at the front of the line, refusing your offer to pay and shooing you off to find a spot to sit. Sarah eyes a table of her friends and you nudge her side, nodding and telling her to go sit with them, “I’ll survive with your dad myself, I promise.”

Sarah giggles and jogs off, leaving you to find a spot at a small table for you and Joel. He drops off Sarah’s sundae to her before he makes his way over to you, handing off your chocolate-dipped twist while he keeps his butterscotch cone. It’s always easy conversation for the two of you, discussing plans for the next morning about when to leave to take Sarah to the aquarium and what to do for dinner when you’re home.

Things are simple. Reminiscing on old memories while making new ones, watching Sarah laugh and smile with her friends.

“So, what are you gonna do when she’s a teenager?” You inquire, taking your attention away from Sarah’s posse and focusing back on Joel.

“What am I gonna do? I think you mean what are we gonna do? I’m gonna need all the help I can get, and well, you’re the one who’s been a teenage girl before.” He gestures to your cone with his, and you reach it out to switch with him. Continuing to snack on his vanilla and butterscotch, the two of you talk about what you were like as a teenager and what you think Sarah will be like.

Before you know it, your cones are completely gone and you’re left with a pile of sticky paper napkins. Sarah walks over, plopping down next to Joel on the bench of the picnic table. The three of you chat for a bit longer before heading back to the car, en route to home for the evening.

Sarah’s tucked upstairs in bed, Joel’s sock-covered feet bouncing down the stairs that you hear from your place in the kitchen, finishing up your wipe-down from cleaning up dinner. Joel plops down on the couch as you walk back into the living room, greeting you with a sleepy smile and an arm-lifted to invite you in.

Happily, you cuddle into his side, giggling quietly as he pepper kisses across your profile while you flick on the TV. Mindlessly channel searching, you’re reminded of the conversation with your mother from this morning, and remember how you wanted to tell Joel all about it.

Sitting up and turning to him, you laugh quietly as you start to recollect, “Guess what I forgot to tell you this morning?”

“Hm, what, baby?” Joel answers, trailing his fingers along the bare skin exposed from your camisole.

“My mom came into the kitchen as I was makin’ breakfast and she told me about this kid, well, I guess he’s not a kid anymore, but anyways, this kid from high school that was a year older than me and is my mom’s friend’s son. And she was saying how good he’s doing, how he just moved back here from Chicago and is looking for people to hang out with, and then she gave me this look — oh my god, if you could see this look she does, it’s like she’ll completely shatter if you don’t do what she’s asking of you — and she tells me that she got his number. For me,” you guffaw, shaking your head before continuing, “And I mean, that look, I just couldn’t say no and so I told her I would think about it—”

“You would think about it?” Joel interrupts, sitting up straighter and brow knitting together as his voice grows half a decibel louder.

You squirm in your seat, cringing at the harshness in his voice and inching away to look him in the eyes, “Um, yeah. I mean I couldn’t just come right out and say ‘no’, she would ask me a million questions why.”

“Okay? And?” Joel removes his arm from around your shoulder and tilts his head in disbelief, exhaling out a laugh as he shakes his head.

“And what, Joel? Was I just supposed to tell my mother about us?”

“Well, no, but you could have said somethin’, Mari. That’s not very fair to me—”

“What would you have wanted me to say? You aren’t ready, Joel, or at least that’s what you said, and I have been more than willing to wait but I know my mom and I know she would have picked up on something if I said no.”

“What am I supposed to think when you’re telling me this, too? Like it’s some joke, ‘Ha ha. Isn’t so great and funny my mom tried to set me up with some other guy?’ That’s not funny to me.”

“Oh my god, are you serious right now? It’s not like we’re a joke to me, I just thought it would have been a little bit of a chuckle for us. I don’t want anyone else, Joel, and I thought you would have known that by now. If anything, I should be the one feeling some type of way about having to lie to my mom about my relationship status cause you don’t want to tell them yet.”

“I’m sorry I don’t have the capacity to deal with your parents right now, I’ve got my own business to run and my daughter to take care of and you've got your own shit—”

“Don’t. Don’t even start with that, Joel. You’ve had the same business and daughter for the last two years and you’re still not ready when I’ve fully committed myself to you and been as vulnerable as I possibly can with you. I am trying really fucking hard to get better for you, going to therapy and possibly starting medication. I don’t know what else would make you feel ready. Us being married? We kind of need to tell them before that point. And also, you seem more than ready to tell everyone else in the world. Your daughter knows, your brother knows, random parents at Sarah’s softball game know. Why can’t I share you with the people in my life?”

Joel groans and leans his head back, reaching his hands up to press the heels of his palms against his eyes. You can’t help but roll your eyes, standing up and crossing your arms over your chest as you look down at him on the couch. After a moment of silence, he drops his hands and opens his eyes, looking up at you with a dead stare.

“I can’t do this anymore. Not right now.”

“And when are we supposed to do it?”

“I don’t know, Mari! I. Don’t. Know. But I do know that I can’t do it right now, and I don’t want to do all this right now.”

“Oh, so everything in our relationship is operating on the basis of ‘when you’re ready’.”

“Quit bein’ ugly, this isn’t like us.”

“It doesn’t feel like it right now. I don’t know what else you need to be ready to be fully a part of my life, Joel. We're always going to have shit going on, life is never going to get to a perfect place.”

“Mariposa, I love you, but I don’t want to do this right now. I’m going to bed.” Joel shakes his head to himself again, pushing up from the couch and rounding the coffee table. He brushes against you, hand bracing on your side while he gets past you and heads up the stairs, leaving you in the dark.

Only the glow of the television illuminates the room, tightness in your chest as you glance around the otherwise empty room. Tears fill your eyes, a trembling hand reaching for the remote to turn off the screen and the sound, punishing yourself in the lonely silence for a few minutes before tiptoeing up the stairs. At his open doorway, you tentatively linger within the threshold, Joel’s form slumped on his side but adjusting its position and breathing unsteady — still awake.

Without a sound, he sees you standing there before he lifts the covers, a normally welcoming invitation with a smile and a ‘C’mere, Mari baby.’ Instead, you walk on eggshells to the bed, slipping under the covers before he drops them on top of you, his arm tucking against his side. When you open your mouth to speak, he rolls over, back facing you. As you fall asleep, you study his broad shoulders and the curls at the nape of his neck, itching to reach out and touch him, show him your care, tell him about your love. Apologize for everything, promise to continue the seemingly endless wait until he’s ready. But you tell yourself you have to stand your ground on this and just discuss everything later like he wants.

Later. Always later.

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marvel-and-chicago-fan · 5 months

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Break Through Au

Word Count: 1.6k

Summary: You go out ice skating on the lake with your brothers and Things don’t go as planned for you three

Warnings: CPR/Death, Falling through Ice, Hospitals, Yelling

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You were on the ice with your brothers Will and Jay, even though you weren’t allowed to, you guys still went regardless.

It was 10pm, no one would be out here to get in your way or yell at you to get off the ice.

“Cmon Y/n/n, it's better out here” Jay said while attempting to slide farther out to the lake.

“I don’t know Jay, I kinda wanna stay over here. That way I get off easier than struggling to get off if I'm way over there.” you shrugged.

“Alright then, me and will be over there if you need us' ' He pointed towards the middle of the lake.

“Alright, I’m just gonna slide around.” You shivered. Maybe I should work more layers. You thought to yourself.

After a while you got bored and decided to go over to Will and Jay who were “fighting” over who got the better hockey stick.

Will pulled out his phone and checked the time. “Guys it’s 11 o'clock, she should head home now, if we all get a cold moms gonna know that we went outside without asking her, especially if Y/n gets sick”

“But I'm getting good at hockey,” you whined.

Will and Jay just have you that look. “Alright alright let’s go” You caved.

Because your brothers were better on ice than you were, they went up ahead of you.

“GUYS! I'M NOT AS FAST AS YOU SLOW DO-“ Before you could finish your sentence a loud Crack interrupted you.

That made the two Halstead brothers come to a halt and turn around to you. “No,” Jay whispered. “Y/n don’t move, just stay still we’ll come to you”

Before you could say anything the Ice broke.

Jays pov:

“Y/N, SHIT NO” I screamed, my little sister just fell through the ice.

Me and Will immediately slide over to where she fell in and I immediately throw my whole arm in the freezing water to see if I can feel Y/n

“Give me your other arm so I can pull you once you get her!” Will shouts.

“Once I touch something that feels semi to a human arm I pull. I can tell it’s Y/n because once I pull I feel a bit of weight.

“PULL WILL, PULL”

Once we were towards the edge of the Lake I pick y/n up bridal style and rushed over to land.

“Put her down here.” Will says.

“What the hell do we do?” I cry

“She’s not breathing, Jay, you need to run back to the house and call someone” Wills is studying medicine so he knows a couple of things about what to do in a life or death situation.

“WHO DO I CALL?” I shout

“I DO GIVE A FUCK, CALL 9-1-1 AND HURRY”

My body moves into autopilot as I’m running through the forest making sure I don’t trip on any rocks or roots.

My legs are burning and I can’t breathe but I can’t stop, if I stop Y/ns gonna die and it’ll be all my fault.

As I reach the house I punch in the code to the door and run upstairs to my bedroom.

I basically almost threw my phone into the air while trying to pick it up.

“9-1-1 what’s your emergency?”

“It’s -it’s my sister, she fell into the lake and I don’t know if she’s breathing”

“Check if she has a pulse”

“My older brother is with her at the lake, he-he's studying medicine so he knows what he’s doing”

“What’s your name sweetheart?”

“Uhh jay, my names Jay”

“Alright Jay, How old is your sister and how long was she under water for?”

“I don’t- 5 minutes maybe, and her name is Y/n, but we all call her Y/n/n. I don't know what I’m gonna tell my mom, that my littler sister died because we didn’t listen to her?” I’m panicking.

“Jay, I’m gonna need you to take a deep breath, I have help coming on the way right now”

How did she get my location? I didn’t even tell her.

***

The paramedics arrived and Jay led them to the lake where Will was with you.

Will did successfully get you back but you were still unconscious.

Why didn’t we just listen?

***

“15 Year old Female Y/n Halstead, Hypothermia after falling through ice, Was unconscious on site and Has a history of Heart issues.” The paramedic listed off all the things

(Ik that Grey's anatomy is in Seattle but because the show is so old let’s just pretend that this happened with them, it’s been awhile since I’ve watched it so if I make mistakes Woops)

“Alright,on my count if we move her. 1…2…3”Alex said.

Alex looked you over and started telling Jo things to do. “I want a head Ct, Keep me updated on her temperature and get me Derek for a consult.” Jo nodded.

Jay and Will followed Dr. Karev outside. “Is she gonna be ok?” Jay asked.

“She’s not out of the woods yet, but we won’t know more until she wakes up which will be a couple of hours”

***

“Jay Halstead and Will Halstead” A stern voice called to them that made them Gulp.

“What in the world happened, and why did the Atwater’s call me and say that something happened on the lake and I needed to come home?” Your Mom stoked with her hands on her hips.

Jay and Will glanced at each other and knew they had no way out of this so they just decided to tell the truth and get it over with.

“I have told you guys time and time again not to play on that lake during the winter,

If you want to go ice skating go to the bigger one. Y/n has been punished enough, and as for you too, just until we get home, me and your father Will real with you. Do you understand?”

“Yes mom,” The boys said together.

“Alright, either the Atwater’s or the Uptons are going to pick you guys up and take you home. I will stay here with your sister, your father should be at home by now”

“But mom-“ Jay said. “No buts, wait here”

***

It had been a couple of weeks since the incident and A lot had happened.

You were on the News, people came to your school and spoke about Ice safety. Jay and Will were indeed grounded but only for two weeks. The lake was now closed off while they were still doing an investigation. Which you didn’t understand why because it’s not like anything else happened but it was whatever.

“Y/n hurry up you’re going to miss the bus!” Jay shouted from downstairs.

“HOLD ON IM COMING” You grabbed your backpack and ran down the stairs.

After getting all your stuff in your backpack you got all your stuff ready to walk to the bus stop.

“Alright, what’s the rules?” Will questioned you.

“No wandering off to the other lake, don’t take off my jackets unless I really need to and don’t get anything that will drop my body temperature”

“Good.”

“Do you still have to put my hat and Jacket on for me? I’m 15 years old.”

“Because of recent events and mom being gone and I’m going to leave soon I need to make sure you're ok, plus your body temperature is still not to its normal temp yet so layers it is.” You rolled your eyes at what would be said.

“I will pick you up for your doctor's appointment maybe 30 minutes before school ends, and Jay will drop your lunch off at the front office” Will said as he started walking at the door.

“Bye will see you later”

Once Will was gone, you ate the last of your waffles and grabbed your hot chocolate or what Jays calls “Jay's famous Hot chocolate” but it tasted like any other drink.

***

“I miss having you out on the lake by the middle school” Your friend Ellie said.

“Me too, but ever since my mom died Will and Jay have been strict on what I can do since my dad won’t really do much and they're trying to get me to learn stuff before Will leaves for New York and Jay leaves to serve” You shrugged.

“But I did convince Jay to get you some fries and nuggets” You laughed

“You are literally the best, I really didn’t feel like spending all my money in my account today” Yeah the school food was expensive but it’s because you guys had fast food restaurants in your cafeteria so I guess it made sense.

***

“Hey Nugget” Will greeted you as you got into the car.

“Hi Will, can we please get McDonald’s after my appointment?”

“Sure, where’s Jay? I told him he could get out of school early since he has a free period this week.”

“He said he wanted to stay at school, so he’s probably just walking around the hallways or doing whatever Jay does” You shrugged.

You thought about it for a while, your life was somewhat falling apart. Will was leaving for New York. Jay was getting deployed so you weren’t gonna see him. And your mom was gone so all you had left was your Dad, and your dad wasn’t the best person now since your dad died.

“Hey Will?”You broke the silence

“Yeah Nugget?”

“I’m- I’m gonna miss you when you leave” Here comes the water works.

“Me too Y/n me too”

Life from now on was going to be way different for you , and everyone around you knew that. You were going to get through it and it was going to be Ok. Right?

Well that’s at least what you thought…

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hauntedwoman · 3 months

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i know i always say this when i'm all depressed and want to throw my phone into a lake but i'm gonna take a lil semi hiatus for a while and run on queue bc i find my anxiety around being online/on my phone is starting to get out of control.... mutuals feel free to email me at [email protected] or message me bc i will have those notifications enabled. love you all mwah <3

#gonna try to write a substack soon too so stay tuned for that

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luke-hughes43 · 2 months

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meeting trevor | trevor and Mackenzie

this is the first time Mackenzie and Trevor meet. it's the summer of 2018, matt got her invited to the lake house so that he could spend time with his friends but also hang out with his sister. and she is currently dating the toxic ex boyfriend that I mentioned but they aren't ex's yet. his name is Dylan for reference. and they get into a fight about him not trusting her during this so it's a little long but I'm trying to establish her and stuff.

also; there's underage drinking this. just an fyi.

mackenzie's pov

so we're at some house on a lake in New Hampshire and I genuinely don't know where I am. matt does so it's fine. I'm here for 2 weeks with a bunch of his friends from the ntdp.

it's cool of them to invite me. they def didn't have to.

anyways, after we throw our stuff in the rooms we're sleeping in, we head out back so that I can be introduced to everyone.

matt says to everyone, "boys, this is my twin sister, Mackenzie. mack this is Quinn, Johnny, Cole, Alex, and trevor. you've obviously met jack already."

I smile and wave, "hey. you can call me mack or kenz. it honestly doesn't matter."

they all smile or wave while hi. jack says, "grab an open seat. we're talking about dinner and the boat."

I nod and just take the first open I find which is next to trevor, I think. I smile and he reciprocates. he then says, "it's nice to meet you mack."

"you too. trevor right?"

"yea. so do you play any sports?"

"I play hockey and softball. I'm committed to bc for hockey. I'll be playing with matt next year."

"oh sick. I'm going to bu!"

"ew." I say playfully. he laughs and I hear jack say, "so boat for 2 hours, then dinner, then a fire." everyone agrees so we all head over to the boat and get in. Quinn I think it is says, "I'm driving."

I nod and get on after matt. I feel my phone buzz as Quinn starts driving the boat. I check it and it's my boyfriend.

dylan❤️: hey babe, where are you rn?

me: with my brother and pat and their friends in nh. why?

dylan❤️: oh.

me: why?

dylan❤️: just curious. are you the only girl there?

me: yea.

dylan❤️: oh.

me: is that a problem dyl?

dylan❤️: I mean I'd prefer you not be surrounded by a bunch of guys without me there.

me: it's not a big deal. I'm with my brother, it's not like anything is gonna happen. and I let you hang around Sarah (random name) and all her friends without me all the time. and I know that all of them wanna get with you. I trust you so why can't you trust me?

dylan❤️: it's not like that babe.

me: well it sounds like it is.

dylan❤️: it's not but whatever. and this is entirely different than me hanging out with Sarah.

me: it's not and you know it's not. Sarah has said to my face multiple times that she wants to get with you. and so has all of her friends. where's the trust Dylan?

dylan❤️: I do trust you kenz.

me: yea well it never feels like it.

dylan❤️: what's that supposed to mean?

me: exactly what I said. look I'm not in the mood to fight with you about this again. I'll call you later.

dylan❤️: ok.

I roll my eyes and put my phone away. matt sees my annoyance and asks, "what's wrong?"

"dylan's just being an ass."

"I thought you broke up with him."

"no. this is the first time we've really talked in like 2 weeks. I'm breaking up with him when we get home."

"why haven't you already?"

"because I haven't. it's complicated." I say back to matt. he doesn't say anything and drops the conversation. I enjoy the time with the guys and it's a nice break from all the stress from softball and hockey and my shitty boyfriend.

~later on that night~

so for dinner, they got pizza and then we started a fire in the backyard to hang out and drink a little bit. I went inside to go the bathroom real quick and when I come out, trevor hands me my phone. it's Dylan. I fake a smile and take it from him, walking away, "hey dyl."

"who just answered your phone?" he snaps. I answer, "oh that was trevor."

"and who's trevor?" he asks again. he's got his pissed off tone going. I say calmly, "one of matt's friends. I was in the bathroom so he must've answered for me not wanting me to miss it."

"why is he answering your phone?"

"I don't know Dylan. he probably saw your name pop up and didn't want me to miss the call. I don't know, and I don't really care. I'm too tired to fight with you right now."

"well we wouldn't have to fight if you didn't let random guys answer your phone for you."

"oh you would be just as upset if matt or pat answered my phone. it has nothing to do with him and everything to do with the fact that you don't trust me."

"ok fine, I don't trust you. not around all of those guys."

"you don't even trust me when it's just my brother and then pat."

"that's because I don't trust pat. I think he wants to sleep with you."

"ew no. he does not want to sleep me." I say to him. he says back in an accusatory tone, "how do you know that?"

"because he's known me since we were kids and he's basically my brother." I explain. it's true, pat thinks of me as his sister. I can hear Dylan rolling his eyes, "whatever. when do you come home?"

"two weeks. I told you this dyl."

"no you didn't."

"yes I did. I told you like 4 times that I was gonna be gone for 2 weeks. not my fault if you weren't listening."

"babe, you never told me. whatever it's not important. so what are you gonna be doing up there?"

"just hanging out. going on their boat, playing yard games. that type of stuff. obviously training because they all play hockey so they need to like workout and stuff."

"they all play hockey?"

"they play at the development program with matt and pat. these aren't dexter people or you'd know them."

"right. well just be careful. please mack? we don't need you hurting yourself again." he says kinda sweetly. I smile, "I will dyl."

"good. I'll talk to you later mack. good night."

"night." I say before hanging up. I go back to the guys and sit next to matt. he wraps his arm around me and smiles. he asks, "Dylan?"

"yea."

"who's Dylan?" Cole asks. I fake a smile, "my boyfriend."

"he is not a fan of me. I'm worry for answering your phone by the way. I was trying to wait for you to get back but I didn't think you wanted to miss it. I'm sorry if I caused anything." trevor says.

I shake my head, "you didn't do anything wrong trevor. Dylan is just overly jealous. he doesn't even like pat."

"what? why?"

"he thinks you want to sleep with me."

"respectfully, ew."

"that's what I said."

"why are you still with that asshole then?" matt asks. I shrug, "it's complicated. I've been meaning to break up with him but I don't wanna do it over the phone and I haven't seen him in two weeks. but once we get back home, I'm breaking up with him."

"fair enough."

the conversation gets dropped and we enjoy the rest of the night, drama free. no boyfriends, no girlfriends, and no crazy ex or soon to be ex's ruining it.

I didn't know it until way later but this was the start of life long friendship that I'm so fucking grateful for.

#mackenzie boldy #trevor zegras

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saralanceswife · 2 years

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Lies - R.B

Info - You had been dating Robin for a few months when suddenly she just stopped answering her house phone and stopped showing up for work.

Warnings - Angst, lying, fluff, mentions of violence, yelling, swearing,

Pairings - Robin x Fem!Reader (she/her pronouns used)

Robin had suddenly just disappeared over spring break, you hadn't heard a word since Monday when she just blabbered over the phone then suddenly had to go. You decided to go to her house to see if her parents knew. You arrived to see no car in the driveway

"Shit" You mutter before backing out and going toward, Steve's house with hopes his car would be there. But it wasn't, no one was there, of course you thought before getting an idea.

"Castle Wheeler!" You yelled driving away to Nancy's house just to catch them all leaving, You had parked far enough away for them not to see you but, close enough to hear Robin going on about something.

"Look I still think we should clue her in! Y/N has probably called my house phone at least fifty times! But at the same time maybe it's better. I don't know Steve!" Robin yells getting in Steve's car. You follow them eventually to skull rock. You reach it way before they do and see Eddie Munson

"Eddie?" You ask walking into skull rock.

"Where is everyone else" Eddie asks you freaked

"I came alone. Robin and them have kept everything from me. Are you okay?" You ask Eddie

"Nah man, I'm actually kind of freaked. I'm guessing you saw the news" Eddie asks "Hunt the freak" He mutters

"I don't think it was you." You tell him as he sighs. As leaves crunch toward skull rock "Eddie I was never here got it?" You ask him as he nods, you back away slowly watching everyone carefully. They talk, a lot you weren't paying attention to much all you heard was there may be a gate at lovers lake.

~~~~

It was nightfall and you reached lovers lake, you were out there alone. Fearing for everything not knowing what could be out there when your compass goes wonky.

"Shit this goddamn piece of shit" You mutter slapping it twice before you realize you might have reached it before you see. Nancy, Robin, Steve and Eddie pull up in there boat behind you. Not caring enough you slip off your jacket, throwing it in the boat.

"Y/N what are you doing!" Steve yells. You don't pay attention to it but instead wrap a flashlight in plastic

"Steve for the record, I'm finding out what Robin has been hiding" You tell him before jumping down into the water, slowly kicking down to see, the gateway they mentioned before hand. 'Holy shit' you think diving back up gasping for air clinging onto your boat for dear life.

"What were you thinking!" Robin yells everyone being on the boat you were on.

"You have lied to me for days Robin you said you were gonna call me the next day and I waited for nothing! Your house phone doesn't seem to work all the sudden either!" You spit at her and all she does is look down, Steve tries to intervene but you speak again.

"I was coming by to Nancy's house when I heard you say you weren't gonna clue me in on this shit!" You yell at her before something grabs your ankle

"Fuck" You mutter before falling down into the gate slamming hard down onto the ground, groaning on impact, everything went so quick, then suddenly you were on the ground a demobat choking you out while others ripped you to shreds. Yet all you could think about was Robin and how your last word to her would make her collapse. Steve was suddenly down there with Nancy fighting some of them off you when Robin came down, Eddie followed short after they started to fend them off but the damage was already done.

"Y/N please get up" Robin pleads as you gasp sitting up right.

"Ahh, fuck that hurts" You say grabbing your stomach.

"D- Do you guys think these bats have like rabies? Because like rabies is my top most fear" Robin explains as they all shake their heads

"Let's get her up" Nancy says going behind you and picking you up to stand trying to help you

"I can stand" You tell her turning to the line of demobats

"We can take em?" Steve asks as more start flooding in

"Nope" Eddie says, before everyone starts running for skull rock. You lean on a rock looking down at your injuries. Robin and Nancy kneeling in front you.

"Good news is, you aren't showing any of the normal rabies signs yet! But they very well could show up very soon if you feel like you are seeing things or wanna punch me in the face" Robin rambles at you

"Rob, babe I really wanna punch you right now" You mutter as Nancy is moving your shirt to check the damage. "Fucking just take it off already its done" You mutter as Nancy steps aside to let Robin do it. Robin gently grabs both ends pulling it over your head.

"I'm sorry" Robin mutters before stepping aside. As Steve and Eddie look away

"You guys should just leave me. I'll end up slowing you guys down" You say as Nancy rips some fabric off her pants.

"N- No we aren't leaving you Y/N we can't leave you. I can't just leave you here to die!" Robin exclaims as Nancy hands the fabric to Robin so she can wrap you "M- My hands are to shaky I can't" Robin tells her

"Look, I need you to understand something Robin. You can't hide shit from me anymore" You say groaning afterwards as Nancy tightens it a little too tight and coughs slightly "But I understand why you kept it from me. I should have kept my nose out of it" You tell her as Nancy smiles at you.

"I should have at least called you" Robin says as Nancy finishes what she was doing.

"You guys go we'll catch up" You say "I need something to wear, unless you want me walking around in my bra with the guys looking" You tease at her as she takes her over button up off tossing it at you as the ground starts to shake you grab Robin absorbing all the impact. Groaning as you hit the upside down floor once more

"Dingus!" Robin yells at you slapping your arm as you sit up and placer her button up on only button up a few before standing up and helping her up.

"I'm your dingus though" You say before placing a light kiss on her lips. "Skull rock" You shrug as Robin rolls her eyes

"You are such a cliche" Robin tells you as you both walk off

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Sorry this was so short y'all, but I've had this sort of idea for awhile <3 hope yall like it as much as I loved making it

#robin buckley x y/n #robin buckley #robin buckley x reader #stranger things #stranger things 4 #st4 #steve harrington #eddie munson #nancy wheeler

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saltygilmores · 1 year

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Thoughts While Watching Gilmore Girls, Season 2, Episode 10, "The Bracebridge Dinner", Part 2

You can read my previous reviews here.

I'd say someone needs to put Miss Patty on a leash, but she'd enjoy that a little too much. Down girl Down! My homegirl Paris is exhausted sitting next to Patty all night, having to hear about an elderly woman's insatiable cravings for young meat. She's also depressed because she was hoping to be sat next to Rory, the love of her life, but the stars did not align in her favor.

Michel is me during every episode except this one and maybe 5 others.

Dear God, Patty. He's spoken for.

My two favorite Party Poopers. (later after the dinner, Rory and Lorelai are in their room at the Inn). Rory: Have you heard from Dad yet? He usually checks in this time of year. Take a minute to dissect that sentence. Take 5 minutes, if you need to. Let it sink in. Crusty: "Is it December again? Golly, I almost forgot. It's that special time of year where I call my daughter. The annual Daddy-Daughter Phone Call." Lorelai neglected to tell Rory that Crusty "checked in" and invited her to stay over. Rory: Why didn't he ask me? Lorelai: He's pretending to be considerate by running it by me first.

Oh Rory, my sweet summer child in oversized blue floral pajamas. No. Rory: Why didn't you tell me? Lorelai: Because I have dibs on you this time of year, not him! I want to know what kind of strip-mall custody lawyer these two visited where they called dibs on their child lol

She also goes on to say "there's something wrong with that woman" (a woman she's never met, by the way). I am going to utter a very cursed sentence: "IN CHRISTOPHER'S DEFENSE" (*VOMITS*), Lorelai is acting like Christopher wanted Rory to live with him for 6 months or something. He asked her to visit for a weekend over her winter break.

Justice for Sherry, she did nothing wrong. Justice for all the women on this show whose only crimes were having questionable taste in men like Dean and Christopher and end up in the crosshairs of their jealous ex girlfriends or not-yet-girlfriends. Sherry did not deserve to be called "your stupid stepmother" (and understandably, Rory interrupts her mother's insane rambling to question whether Sherry has even earned the rank of stepmother yet)..Justice for Lindsay. Justice for Shane because Rory was nasty to her for no reason and because she didn't deserve to be brutally murdered by Jess and end up swan food at the bottom of the lake. (more on that in season 3).

Yeah, so nice of him to invite you to visit him once a year.

Whuuhh? Why? Can we have a Jimmy Mariano Vs Christopher Hayden Deadbeat Father Death Match? I'll make popcorn. Lorelai: Okay, maybe I was being a littttle possessive and insanely jealous of his pretty girlfriend. We love to see moments of self awareness here at TWWGG. Bless. Instead of weekly fundraisers to fix a bridge, couldn't they have used that money to pay for desperately needed therapy for Rory and Lorelai instead? During dinner, Richard accidentally revealed he was retiring and Emily didn't know and now they're mad at each other. They have a conversation about it that drags on way too long. I don't care.

Uhhhhh. I'm uncomfortable. Anyways

Listen to her. She may be seven but she's very wise.

Hi. Bye.

The wretched Forrester parental units. I will never forgive you for unleashing your demon son onto the world. NEVER.

Three guesses to what Butthead just witnessed. You're really gonna thin out your lips, get all scowly and constipated just because you saw them make eye contact across a room? Okay, it was pretty good eye contact, he should be concerned. In the beginning of the episode while Rory and Lorelai are building their snowman for the contest, their competition includes an advanced snowman sculptor who seems as if he was planted to throw the contest in his favor ("a ringer") and they conclude it would be impossible to win against him. Rory tells Jess about The Ringer on their sleigh ride. At the end of the episode, L&R notice his snowman has been destroyed. I never connected the dots the first dozen times I've seen this episode that Jess destroyed that snowman to help Rory win the contest. And that's why I love this show. You can watch it over and over will always pick up on something new.

(Want to know another reason this is one of my favorite episodes? Nobody gets mad at Jess or gives him any bullshit. The Chuck thing doesn't count).

#gilmore girls #lorelai gilmore #rory gilmore #jess mariano #literati #denise rewatches gilmore girls #gilmore girls season 2 #The Bracebridge Dinner

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smaller-comfort · 5 months

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I, uh. Did the thing!

Just gonna like. Throw my phone in the lake or something for a while. This is porn and a whole bunch of angst, but I'm rather pleased with a few turns of phrase here and there.

I'm still gunning for "bad chemistry" as their ship name.

After the battle; Resh'an doesn't know what he thought he would accomplish, bringing Aephorul back to the Archives like this. He finds himself making a lot of impulsive decisions, lately. There's no possible timeline where he won't regret this- but really, what's one more regret, where Aephorul is concerned?

Some notes/thoughts/outtakes below the cut that I didn't want to include on ao3 because it would have gotten too long.

Things!

I hate the title, but I'm stuck with it now.

In a modern AU that I will never write, after the divorce, Resh'an uses the sound that Garl's pot lid makes when it hits Aephorul as his ringtone. "*clang!* "Oh no, is that your ex again? You really need to just block his number."

Resh'an's transition from naked to clothed towards the end of this story absolutely looks like a magical girl transformation sequence, and no, I will not be explaining myself further.

The first few drafts of this involved a lot more medical terminology, which I blame on having Locked Tomb brainrot. (If Aephorul is John, that makes Resh'an Alecto; the tragedy writes itself. I am completely normal about this comparison, and the horrors (of love). Aephorul gives off very big "When everyone who fucked with us is dead" energies. Shame about all the goddamn genocide, though.) ("What if I only did a little genocide? As a treat." "No!")

I am also completely normal about Aephorul wanting to keep a time shard, which is the whole reason this fic exists. He absolutely has a room full of things that remind him of Resh'an in a fortress somewhere. Of course he kept the iceline flask; of course he keeps it on his person at all times, along with his bespoke Elixir of Instant Booty Call.

This whole thing started out much darker in completely different ways, but then Resh'an decided safe words are something that happen to other people. You would think that Aephorul would be the one instigating the weird sex most of the time, what with his whole shtick, but historically that was definitely Resh'an.

Aephorul actually doesn't want to hurt Resh'an. He *hates* hurting Resh'an, more than anything. He does not know how to stop hurting Resh'an.

(That would make such a good tagline for a fic. I'm not writing it. Aephorul's POV will give me brain maggots. Gross!)

And finally, an outtake:

“An eye for an eye, isn't it? You fucked my plans in two worlds. Now I get to fuck you.” It's too much. He breaks one hand free of Aephorul's grasp, so he can cover his face with it. “That sounded better in your head, didn't it.” “Ugh, shut up.”

#sea of stars #fanfic #reshorul #aephorul/resh'an #nattering #my fic #philosopher's bone(r)

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natjennie · 1 year

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GOD technology pisses me off sign-in with your email scan the qr code verify your identity put in your email two factor verification open the app send the code to your phone sign-in with your email I'M GONNA THROW MY PHONE IN THE LAKE

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jeanmoreausautismstickers · 9 months

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Sirius sighs, shrugging. "Well, er, actually Mary, I've got a party to attend." Mary whirls around, glaring at him. "What?" Sirius runs a hand through his hair, looking down. "James is throwing a party, I need to go. I'm going to have to miss your show. Sorry."

Mary stares at him a moment, slowly crossing her arms. "You know what makes me crazy? I'm sorry, can I say this?" Sirius rolls his eyes. "You will anyway." "You know what makes me nuts? The fact that we could be together, HERE together. Sharing our night. Spending our time! And you're gonna choose someone else to be with!" Sirius shakes his head, reaching out to touch her shoulder. "No I'm not, Mare, it's just-" She slaps his hand away, continuing over him. "No you are, yes Sirius, that's exactly what you're doing! You could be here with me or be there with them, and as usual, guess which you pick!" Sirius shakes his head again. "No I just have to-" Mary scoffs, talking louder to drown him out. "No! You do not have to go to another party with the same twenty jerks you already know!" Sirius opened his mouth to interrupt again, but Mary's began shouting. "You could stay with your girlfriend on her fucking birthday! You could, God forbid, even see my show! And I know, in your soul, it must drive you crazy that you won't get to play with your little boyfriends!" She takes a breath, and Sirius uses it to interrupt. "You're being ridiculous."

Mary scoffs at him again, hand twitching as if she wants to slap him. "No, I'm not. No! I'm not! The point is, Sirius, that you can't spend a single day that's not about you! And you! And nothing but you! Marvelous, Marauder you! Isn't he great, just 18! The saviour of singing! You and you and nothing but you! Miles and piles of you!"

She reaches up, brushing a tear off her cheek before pulling the promise ring off her finger. She throws it into the lake behind them. "I swear to God, I don't understand how you can just stand there straight and tall and see I'm crying! And do nothing at all!" With that, she shoves past him, storming back up the path to the opera house.

Sirius stares after, not quite understanding what's happened, when his phone rings. He pulls it out of his pocket, accepting the call from Remus.

"Hello?" he mumbles into it. "Hey, you're still coming tonight right? I've got a surprise." Sirius's stomach flips at the thought of what the surprise might be. "Yes, yeah. On my way now. See you in a bit, darling."

#sirius black #mary macdonald #remus lupin #sirius x mary #wolfstar #the marauders #marauders era #band au #yes sirius is a cheating bastard in this #also this is based off that bit from See I'm Smiling in The Last Five Years #its my favourite song #i love her voice #shes so good #augh #mary is so valid for her anger too

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androgynous-sack-of-flesh-3 · 2 months

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Hatchetfield OC Week Day 7: Finale

Sam sat at the table, eating breakfast. His parents were there too, consuming their food silently. His dad was on the couch, his mom was at the table, and both of them were scrolling through Instagram. All of a sudden, almost synchronized, they put their phones down and face Sam.

"Honey, you've been getting older," his mom says, "and I think it's time... you join the Church." She hands him a pamphlet, and ze reads through it.

"The initiation meeting is two weeks from now. We want you to be ready," his father says.

Sam ignores them, like he always does. After breakfast, ze throws the pamphlet in the trash and covers it up with napkins. Ze's not gonna join his parent's stupid church.

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Sam gazed out the window of the limousine. There ze was, dressed up in a blazer, hair done nicely; about to join the Church of the Starry Children, the odd cult he was born into. Honestly, after reading what he read of the Black Book? It didn't sound too bad. I mean sure, there were many rituals most people would find disgusting, but Sam never was most people.

The initiation ceremony is easy enough, actually, when ze gets there. Just a reading of an ancient text, and boom, he's in.

It's what he has to do after that's weird.

Sam has never seen so much blood, and ze still doesn't know where that human limb came from.

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"So, you really do love me? This isn't a prank?"

Ruth is sitting on the grass, next to Sam, wearing a tank top and shorts. Sam is wearing his dark grey tee and some grey pants. The two are looking over a lake; Sam wanted to show it to Ruth because of how beautiful it was at this time of day. The sun is setting, and its rays stretch out into the sky and the lake, making it all a picturesque pink and orange and yellow color.

"~No, this is no prank/I see you're beauty, and my mind goes blank/I guess I never really knew/The right way to tell you~" Sam sings. Despite his best efforts, ze could never convince Pokey to drop the singing thing. True to his word, however, Ruth doesn't find it weird. In fact, she giggles, and sighs dreamily.

"I never thought anyone would love me like that, you know, but you..." she starts, and kisses him on the lips.

Their mouths mesh together awkwardly, but to them, it's paradise.

After they finish kissing, they stare at each other for a good, long while, then back at the lake. Ruth leans her head on Sam's shoulder, and ze brings his arm around her waist. They stay like that until the sun sets and the sky finally turns inky black, dotted with a million stars.

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Sam walks up to Roman Murray, the leader of the Church. Ze focuses on his greying moustache, and tries not to fidget with zer hands.

"~Okay, try not to tremble...~" zesings to zemself, and then sings "~Is the church accepting new members?~" to Mr. Murray.

He looks up from his book. "Why, of course! Who are you planning on recruiting?"

"~My girlfriend...~" Sam blurts out. He's very excited to call Ruth his girlfriend, but ze's still very worried Mr. Murray will get mad at zem and reprimand zem for asking him.

"Ah, young love," Mr. Murray says wistfully. "I'll tell you what: I'll schedule an introduction meeting on Saturday. I hope to see you and your girlfriend there."

"~Thank you~" Sam says, and walks back to the limousine.

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Sam pulls out his phone, and goes to the contact "Ruth 😘🥰😍🥵🔥"

sammy boi: hey!!!

Ruth 😘🥰😍🥵🔥: heyyyyyy 😏

sammy boi: do u wanna come to my church on saturday

Ruth 😘🥰😍🥵🔥: sure

Sam put away his phone, ignoring the "typing..." right below Ruth's contact name. Ze looks over the lake near his house, alone this time, and breathes it all in.

Ze has what he wants, and that's what matters; no matter what ze had to do to get it.

okay so i did it! i wrote the thing! hooray! This is a LOT later than usual but writers block is a bitch lol

I'm probrably gonna write more about Ruth and Sam lol. Also I have SO many ideas for Zoinked you wouldn't believe

@hatchetfieldocweek

#hatchetfield oc #hatchetfield #hatchetfield oc week #hatchetfield oc week march 2024

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hopefullyitsextensivebule · 10 months

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When The Lake Thawed Out: Chapter 2

Summary: In 1993, a young man goes missing near a lake in his hometown; the town heartbroken and having lost a spark in their lives. Now, after 30 years of unanswered questions, he comes home in one of the most intense heatwaves to ever hit the town of Little Franconia, seeing that things are the same and different. In this tale of discovery and family, watch as Joshua relearns the world around him and adjusts to the nuances of pop culture, technology, and generational rot. Writer's Whining: I had to revise this multiple times because of the intensity of one particular scene. I didn't want it to take away from Josh's story, but at the same time, I wanted it to be one of the crucial parts of the story happening. Warning(s): Not present in this chapter Word Count: 2656 @List: @ohgodthefeeling-gvf @theintelligenceoflove @asparrowofthedawn @obetrolncocktails, @fallonfatality, @wetkleenex-gvf, @takenbythemadness, @heatsaboves, @joshym, @freyjalw, @gvf23 @basiccortez

Jamie was dressed and ready to go, waiting on Samuel next. He wore a Nirvana shirt, some black jeans with rips on his knees, and sneakers to complete the outfit. He was in the living room, or what was supposed to be the living room. There was just a wooden coffee table with worn-out marks as if someone had sat there for hours. Jamie looked at his phone and sighed, aggravated to see that time was passing by. "Samuel, come on!"

The sounds of sneakers scuffing the floor approached Jamie, Sammy coming down the stairs in a tank top and shorts. "Okay, I'm ready."

"What were you doing up there?" Jamie asked, standing up and fixing his shirt, "I wanna see how Franconia has changed."

"Sorry, I was fixing my hair," Sammy said, his brown locks sitting at high volume on his head. "Come on, let's go and see what the town looks like."

"Not so fast!" said a figure from on top of the stairs. The two boys looked up to see their father standing there. He had taken his time walking down the steps, his face contorted with pain. Jamie went to go and help him down, but his father had raised a hand to stop. "You guys are gonna be out on the town today, so let me just remind you both—"

"Oh fuck," Jamie murmured under his breath, rubbing his eyes, "we know the drill already, Dad: make sure our phones are all the way charged, keep location on at all times, and most importantly, stay together."

"Good, now go off into the town, but be back before sunset," he said to the boys.

"Finally," Jamie said, throwing his head back.

The doorbell rang, and the family of three looked at each other, "who could that be?" Jamie asked, heading to the door and looking through the peephole. Jamie chuckled and opened the door. "Daniel Robert Wagner, as I live and breathe!" he exclaimed.

"That's me!" the other male confirmed, arms up. He had pitch-black curly locks resting on his shoulders, sporting a tank top, a plaid yellow button-down, and blue jeans. Jamie had hugged him tight, Danny reciprocating the greeting. "It's so good seeing you guys again!"

"Yeah!" Jamie said, his eyes scanning him up and down, "You working out, Wagner?"

"I dibble and dabble in some workout stuff," Daniel said, flexing his arms and joking about it. He saw Sammy and approached him, hugging him tenderly, "Hey, Sammy," Daniel said sweetly, Sam hugging him just as sweetly.

"Hey Daniel, it's so good to see you," Sammy replied.

Daniel smiled tenderly. "Did you guys get to see the town yet, by any chance?" Daniel asked.

"We were just gonna hop into town and see what's going on," Jamie said, "wait, how did you know we moved back here."

"Sammy told me," Daniel said, "I've been dying to show you guys around, so I thought I should just drop by and say hi."

"Well, I'm happy to see you too, Daniel," Jamie's father said, "you were up to my hip the last time we were all together."

"It's good to see you, Mr. Kiszka," Daniel said formally, shaking his hand.

"Don't be so modest; call me Poppa Jake," Jake said. "Since you and Sammy are in good hands now, I guess there's no need for worry. Still, keep your locations on and phones charged."

"We know, Dad," Jamie said, "I'm twenty-seven years old, for crying out loud," he added.

"Still, now go and have some fun," Jake added.

Daniel and Sam were already heading out, leaving Jamie behind for a second. Jamie looked at his dad and said, "We'll be safe… I promise."

"I know," Jake said, looking at him. Jamie soon left the house, leaving Jake to be by himself. He looked around the house and noticed the boxes there in the living room. "Looks like I'm gonna have to do this by myself then…."

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Little Franconia was a tourist spot for all and home to all. It was an absolute haven for everyone to be who they were and be accepted as they were. It was known for being the world's biggest Christmas store and for its chicken dinners. For the two Kiszkas, it was home.

"Everything looks the same, but I don't recognize these stores," Jamie told the two boys as they all walked down the pebble streets of Franconia.

"What's new here?" Sammy asked. He was shoulder-to-shoulder with Daniel.

"Well, there are some new stores on this street: a record store, an arcade and bar, and some little gift shops," Daniel explained to the boys. "Since you guys are here, you can explore."

"A record store?!" Samuel said in delight, "I wanna see it!"

"Well, come on then," Daniel said, jogging to the store, Samuel and Jamie following behind him. They reached the store, an awning with the name 'Big Dan's Record Store' right on top of it, neon tubing lights decorating it. They entered the store, the bell above the see-through door ringing loudly. An older gentleman had turned around from his counter. He was as tall and lean as Daniel and was his spitting image. "Hey, Dad!"

"Hey, son!" Daniel's father said, "Is that who I think it is?"

"Yep: Jamie and Sammy; they moved back here," Daniel said with a smile.

The older gentleman had walked around the counter and opened his arms, the boys going to hug them. "It's so good to see you boys," he said, rubbing their heads, "especially you, Sammy."

"It's good to see you, too, Mr. Wagner," Sammy said, Daniel rubbing the top of his head.

"Boy, when you visited Danny during the last few summers, he would be so happy, but he'd get into the saddest moods when you went back to Nashville—"

"Dad, stop!" Daniel said, turning red, Sammy chuckling.

"What, it's true!" his father said, still holding the boys tight as if they were his own, "Remember that one summer when he lied and said he wasn't going to be able to visit you, but then he surprised you—"

"Okay!" Daniel exclaimed, pulling Sammy and Jamie away, "that's enough storytelling for now!"

"In speaking of summers…" Mr. Wagner pondered, only to turn somber, "How's your old man?"

"Pop is… he's okay," Jamie said, Sam, being silent in the midst of the conversation.

"Well, tell him I said hi, and please: tell him to call me," Mr. Wagner told Jamie.

"I will," Jamie responded, "tell Mrs. Wagner I said hi!"

With that, the boys departed and headed into town. They explored many new areas they had not been privy to before. They entered the arcade and bar center, where they had a pool table and state-of-the-art video games to play. Jamie was more interested in playing pool, while Danny showed Sammy the virtual reality set installed the month before. After the day, they relaxed at the fountain, Jamie taking pictures of the scenery. Jamie realized that they had two hours left to go before heading back home, to which he had looked up at the two boys talking to one another, knee to knee, as they were reminiscing.

"I'm super hungry; what about you, Sam?" Jamie asked.

"I am starving," Sam said, his hand on his stomach.

"I can take you to a pizza place; I'll treat you guys," Daniel said.

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The three boys sat cozily in the open environment that was the pizzeria. They had their drinks near them and their slices on their plate. Daniel sat in front of Sammy while Sam sat next to Jamie. "So, made any new friends since we've been away?" Sammy asked.

"I've only made one; her name is Rosalyn," Daniel explained, "she works at the record shop, but today is her day off. She's cool, though, super down to earth and the sweetest, but she will kick your ass."

"She sounds cute," Jamie said, chuckling a little, "sounds like you like her."

"No way," Daniel laughed, "besides, she's not my type."

"Don't worry, just woo her, and she's all yours," Jamie joked, Daniel chuckling a little.

After a while, Daniel stretched his back and wiped his mouth, "Alright, you guys, I gotta go to the bathroom; anyone else needs to?"

"I do," Sam said.

"Me too," Jamie said, getting up.

"Oh wait," Daniel protested, "there's only two toilets in the men's room, so me and Sammy will go first and then you." Daniel and Sammy headed to the bathroom, Jamie looking over at the menu to see if he could get dessert with the boys.

The two boys entered the bathroom, greeted by what Daniel exactly stated: two closed bathrooms on either side and a sink right in front of the door. Daniel had gone to wash his hands, not needing to use the bathroom but to clean the oil off his fingers. Meanwhile, Sam leaned his lower back against the edge of the sink, his arms crossed over his torso and a soft smirk painting his long face. Daniel had caught his eyes and doubled took, eyes wide. "What?" Daniel asked, "Do I have sauce on my face?" he checked in the mirror with nothing visible to the eye.

Sammy chuckled. "So… you missed me, huh?" Sam asked.

Daniel had stopped looking at the mirror to give Sam his full attention. "Of course I did," he said, hands a little wet to put through his hair. "I always miss you, Samuel…"

"Why, though?" Sam asked, arms crossed and chin up in a smug fashion.

"Because... you're my best friend," Daniel told him. "I know you and Jamie had it hard growing up, and I knew you liked visiting me and my parents... so I wanted to be someone besides your brother to confide in."

"And you've been an awesome best friend..." Sammy said. He closed in on Daniel and leaned in to give Daniel a silly kiss on the cheek. Daniel froze at the show of affection, his cheeks flushed. The forward male stayed there for a good while before pulling away from Daniel, leaving his cheeks tinted with pink. "And... I missed you, too… so much it would hurt thinking about you…" Sam's eyes began to well up.

Daniel's eyes looked down at Samuel's, eyes wide and mouth agape. The way Sammy's eyes looked — all doelike and heavy — made Daniel break inside. He and Sam had been away from each other before, but something in Samuel's eyes told him there was more of a need for Daniel to be around now than ever. Daniel couldn't stand seeing him hurt like this. He soon pulled Sammy close and hugged him, Sam's face buried within the crook of Daniel's neck, his arms wrapped so tight he could break him in half. "I had no idea…" Daniel said, pulling away and seeing Sam's eyes glistening a bit.

"It's just been so hard," Sam said, taking Daniel's big hands and holding them. "It's just so fucking hard…" Sam threaded his fingertips with Daniel's, the taller male rubbing the back of Sam's hand with his thumb. His tears were falling heavy, the silence interrupted by the drops that fell on the tiled floor.

"Don't cry…" he wiped his tears with his thumb, Sam leaning into his touch. Daniel's hand cupped Sammy's cheeks and rubbed them with his thumbs. "I'll always be here..." The two looked at one another, brown eyes looking deep within each other. The silence between them began to flex like a pulsation. They slowly leaned in, both pairs of eyes studying the other for any hesitation as they were about to close the gap.

As if on cue, Jamie had flung the door to the bathroom open, the boys jumping and separating immediately. "Sorry, I gotta use the bathroom badly," he said before closing the door and unzipping himself.

"We'll leave you to it; we know how pee pee shy you are," Sammy jeered.

"You shut your mouth, you little peon," Jamie snapped back, Daniel chuckling, "but seriously, go… I need to concentrate."

Sam had rolled his eyes and had left, catching Daniel's eye before doing so. Danny chuckled and left the stall, leaving Jamie to his business.

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The three boys were at the crossroads again, Daniel ready to head back to his father and the brothers the same. "It's been fun, you guys; I can't wait to see you again," Daniel told them.

"We can't wait," Jamie said. Sammy played with the hem of his shirt, "you and Danny can get to catch up like old times, too!"

"Yeah," Sammy said, a crooked smile plaster across his lips, Daniel smiling with his eyes. "like old times."

Jamie started to head out, Sam lingering around Daniel momentarily. A silence had befallen the two friends, Sam rubbing his arm. "Guess I'll see you around then," Daniel broke the silence.

"Yeah… and don't be afraid to come over to my house," Sammy said, his hand on Daniel's shoulder. "Please come over…"

"I will," he told Sammy, squeezing his hand. Sam had slowly parted from him, letting go of him.

The boys soon returned home to see the living room completely furnished. Their pictures of them as kids, along with high school diplomas, degrees, and masters. "Oh crap, Dad did this by himself…" Sammy realized, "We should have probably gotten here earlier."

"Sam, it's 5 o'clock; how earlier did he expect us to come home?" Jamie said before looking at everything in the living room. "You think he hooked up the record player?"

"I don't know," Sam said, looking around the living room. He walked to one of their photos, seeing a toddler Jamie holding his baby self. "I'm gonna go upstairs and check up on Dad," Sam said, heading upstairs.

Jake was in his room, placing the last things in his closet. He had on a knee brace to stabilize his knee as he agitated it while moving the boxes around. "There you go," Jake said, placing a picture on a separate stand. It was a picture of his brother, who smiled with joy as he held an award. There were other meaningful things on that stand: an old bracelet with its threading frayed after being worn out, a wooden tambourine with a few jingles jingled out, and a journal with its spine broken.

Sam had knocked on his dad's door, Jake having turned around. "Come in," he said as he had fixed the stand a little better.

Sam entered his room, seeing his father standing there, all tired. "Hey, Dad, how are you?" he asked as he entered the room and sat on his bed.

"You know, tired and all, but I'm good," he said as he looked at his boy, "how was Franconia?"

"It's beautiful," Samuel said, "there's a new record store, Big Dan's; you ever heard of it?"

"Well, I'll be damned, that old man finally got to open his store… took him long enough," Jake said with subtle pride. "How is he?"

"He's good; he says he wants you to call him," Sam said, looking around the room. They say your living space reflects your identity: his father's room was a perfect example. The walls were barren, the shade to the window pulled down with no light coming through. "I'm gonna go settle into my room," he told his dad and spoke.

"Okay," Jake said, laying on his bed and groaning loud as he felt his body adjust to his bed and closed his eyes.

Sam had left to his room, where he had closed the door and had laid in bed. He pulled out his phone and texted Daniel.

SAM: Hey Danny! Thanks for taking us around town!

Within minutes, three dots appeared across his screen, Sammy's mouth curling a smile.

DANNY: Ofc! I can't wait to see you again.

Sammy texted back with a little thumbs up, knowing he would see Daniel soon. He was excited, his head thinking about all the possibilities.

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