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me: just write the fanfiction. just write it. people will read it

also me: i need to research exactly how many miles away a visible object is, because if i get this wrong, i will be canceled forever

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Pinky Promise

OFC x OC Dads best-friend

18+, mature

3•Purple Hyacinth

Main Masterlist & Series Masterlist - My AO3

Summary: Fathers are supposed to be the ones taking care of their child, but Josephine’s life is the other way around. Her life is booze, her dad, and her dad’s best friend - what could go wrong?

Chapter summary: All she wanted was a break…not to quit.

Word count: 5.9k

Warnings: hospitals, funeral, tags left out to avoid spoilers

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Josephine sits in the sterile and bleak hospital room, the mechanical beeping of machines surrounding her in an eerie symphony. Her father lays motionless on the bed, his chest rising and falling rhythmically with the help of the ventilator. She’s been by his side since he was rushed to the hospital four days ago, but now, she feels like a stranger in her own skin, in the same clothes from when she arrived.

Everyone from her grandparents to cousins have slowly made their appearance, trying their best to lighten the mood. Bringing her food she doesn’t eat, a change of clothes that she won’t change into, and trying to make her leave the room even if it’s for five minutes. But ultimately nothing works. She can’t seem to simply walk away from him because if only she stayed instead of working, she would’ve been there to save him.

Her eyes are dry, devoid of tears. She’s cried all she can, leaving her emotionally drained and numb. The reality of her father slipping into a coma has hit her like a ton of bricks, leaving her grappling with a whirlwind of conflicting emotions.

As she sits, finally alone with him, in the uncomfortable chair, Josephine's mind wanders to all the moments they shared together - the good and the bad. She wishes she could turn back time, make things right, keep some things left unsaid. But now, all she can do is hold his hand and pray for some type of miracle.

“Dad, let’s go ride the Maverick!” Josephine squeals to Neil who’s holding her hand with his right and a big fluffy bunny in the other, her small hand tightly gripping her dad's calloused fingers.

Neil gazes down at his daughter with a mixture of pride and concern, his heart swelling at her bravery. The summer sun beats down on them, casting long shadows on the pavement as the rollercoaster roars past them, and riders' screams fill the air.

"Are you sure you're up for this, pumpkin?" Neil asks, his voice laced with both amusement and worry. Josephine nods vigorously, her curly hair bouncing with excitement.

Josephine puts her hand up like a visor to her eyes as she looks up to the massive coaster, listening to the screams of terror and joy from people on it as it flies by them. Her heart pounds in excitement and anticipation, she knows she wants to ride it.

She looks from the coaster to her dad, who’s staring down at her in complete awe that she even wants to ride something so big at such a young age.

“Let’s do it dad!”

Neil smiles, unable to resist his daughter's infectious enthusiasm.

Together, they join the line for the Maverick, the air crackling with a sense of adventure. Neil keeps a watchful eye on Josephine as they inch closer to the front, his protective instincts in overdrive. Josephine, on the other hand, is a bundle of nerves and excitement, fidgeting with her bunny as she steals glances at the towering coaster.

Finally, it's their turn. The person checking peoples heights asks Josephine to step over under the wooden measurement cut out, to make sure she’s tall enough. Luckily, for an eleven year old, she’s taller than most. “You’re all set,” the teenager tells her, causing her to jump up and down as Neil chuckles at her.

Neil then helps Josephine settle into the seat, securing the safety bar in place with practiced hands. As the coaster lurches forward, Josephine's heart races in time with the clatter of the wheels on the tracks. The world blurs around them as they hurtle through twists and turns, and Josephine's laughter mingles with the screams of the fellow riders.

As the Maverick screeches to a halt, Neil turns to Josephine, his eyes filled with pride and awe. She looks back at him, her face flushed with excitement, a wide grin lighting up her features.

"That was insane!" Josephine exclaims, throwing her arms around him in a tight hug. Neil hugs her back, overcome with love for his brave, adventurous daughter.

And as they walk away from the Maverick, hand in hand, Josephine can’t stop smiling and looking up at her dad. “Thank you dad, for bringing me. Love you!”

“I love you too, pumpkin.”

The tears start to pour again, the thought of never being able to do anything with her dad again, breaks her. Completely.

Josephine sits by her father's hospital bed, her eyes fixate on his right arm, a tattoo of her nickname, Pumpkin, etched permanently in bold black ink. She reaches out and gently traces the letters with her fingertips, feeling the rough texture against her skin.

As she holds onto his arm, a wave of sadness washes over her, and she begins to hyperventilate. This is all too real, too final. She never imagined that she would have to say goodbye to Neil like this. Tears well up in her eyes as she struggles to keep her composure.

She wants so badly to hear him say he was sorry, to hear him say he loves her.

But the reality is harsh and unforgiving.

The ventilator, with its rhythmic whooshing sounds, only serve to remind her of the gravity of the situation, of the looming goodbye that waits just around the corner. Josephine closes her eyes, trying to block out the beeping of the machines and the sterile smell of the hospital room.

She focuses on the sound of her father's breathing, the rise and fall of his chest as the ventilator does its job. Each breath he takes feels like a stab to her heart, a painful reminder of what’s slipping away from her. She leans in closer, pressing her forehead against his arm, willing him to wake up, to open his eyes and smile at her one last time. But he remains still, his eyes closed, his chest moving up and down in a steady rhythm.

With a trembling hand, Josephine reaches out and grasps her father's hand, the one without the tattoo. She squeezes it tightly, hoping to feel some sign of life, some response from him. But his hand lays limp in hers, unresponsive and cold.

As the reality of the situation sinks in, Josephine feels a deep sense of loss wash over her. She knows that she will never get the apology she longs for, or the words of love she craves. All she has now are memories, fading like old photographs in the attic of her mind.

With a heavy heart, Josephine leans in and places a gentle kiss on her father's cheek. She whispers, "I love you, Dad," knowing that he might never hear her words.

—

“Jo, can you at least come step out here for a moment,” Joey pleads with her. She hasn’t left this room in a week and he can see that it’s taking a toll on her. “Please?”

Shifting her gaze from Neil to Joey, she feels a surge of relief wash over her. He’s been in and out of the hospital since she called the ambulance, but something about today feels different. Joey's eyes mirror the concern and compassion she craves, and in that moment, she finds a small sense of solace. The look on his face speaks volumes, conveying a silent promise to be there for her in this trying time.

With a subtle nod, Josephine gathers the strength she has left and slowly rises to her feet. Her legs tremble beneath her, almost jelly-like, and her mind is foggy with a mix of fear and uncertainty. She leans down to kiss her father on the forehead, whispering reassurances that she’ll be right back.

The rhythmic sound of the ventilator hauntingly punctuates the room, a stark reminder of Neil's fragile state. The sight of him battling for each breath tears at Josephine's heart, but she knows she needs to step away, if only for a moment.

As she walks towards Joey, a wave of emotions crashes over her, threatening to consume her fragile composure. Stepping into the hallway, she feels the weight of the world on her shoulders, the uncertainty of the future looming large.

Suddenly, almost instinctively, Josephine finds herself cocooned in Joey's arms. His warmth and familiar scent wrap around her, offering a sense of security she desperately needs. Without a word, she buries her face in his chest, letting her tears flow freely.

"I missed you," she whispers hoarsely, her voice cracking. In that moment, all the unspoken words and emotions pass between them, a silent understanding that transcends any spoken language.

Joey holds her close, offering silent support and a shoulder to lean on in her darkest hour. “I did too, doll.” His heart sinks as Josephine's trembling body leans against him, seeking solace in his embrace. The hospital is suffocating with its antiseptic scent and the sound of machines beeping rhythmically in the background, he can’t believe she’s been here the whole week. No wonder she looks and feels this defeated. He can feel the way her body shakes with each breath she takes.

Joey whispers comforting words, his voice strained with the weight of the situation. "Shh, doll. Just try to relax, ‘kay?" Joey's words are soft, barely audible above the hum of the busy hallway of nurses and doctors. His arms hold her tightly, as if through the sheer force of his embrace he can shield her from the pain and uncertainty that hangs in the air.

Even though his own heart is breaking, Joey focuses all his energy on being here for Josephine, while his best friend - and his lover's father - lay motionless in the hospital bed, engulfed in a deep coma. Seeing Josephine crumble under the weight of her fear and grief is like a knife twisting in Joey's chest. It’s the complete opposite of her strong, independent personality.

As Josephine's sobs grow louder, Joey feels a surge of helplessness wash over him. He wishes he could trade places with her, bear the burden of this unbearable situation and spare her from this anguish. But life has dealt them a cruel hand, and all they can do is weather the storm together.

"So what did they say?" Joey's voice is steady, a lifeline in the turbulence of emotions that threaten to consume them both. Josephine hiccups against his chest, her grip on him unyielding, as if he’s the anchor keeping her grounded in this storm. It is something neither of them could have ever expected.

"If he doesn’t...wake up, by Friday…" Josephine's voice trails off, the unspoken words heavy in the air between them. Joey's heart clenches in his chest, the magnitude of her words echoing in the hallway.

"Shhh," Joey interrupts gently, his hand coming up to stroke her hair in a soothing gesture. He doesn’t need Josephine to finish that sentence; the unspoken fear hangs between them like a dark cloud. In that moment, as Joey holds Josephine in his arms, he makes a silent vow to be her rock, her unwavering support through whatever may come. The future is uncertain, filled with shadows of possibility both hopeful and bleak.

After a couple more minutes of silence, Josephine raises her tear-stained face from Joey's chest, her heart heavy with a mix of sorrow and love. As she stands on her tiptoes to reach his lips for a kiss, she can feel the intensity of their emotions in that one moment of connection. Joey accepts the kiss, his own eyes reflecting a deep sadness that mirrors her own.

"Thank you," she whispers softly, and her words hang in the air like a fragile thread. Their bond is a bittersweet mixture of pain and affection, each moment filled with unspoken words and silent promises.

Staring into Joey's eyes, Josephine feels a rush of gratitude and wonder. How has she come to be so fortunate as to have someone like him by her side? He is the missing piece she has been searching for, the rock that anchors her in the stormy seas of life.

In this hushed moment of shared grief and tenderness, Josephine realizes the depth of her feelings for Joey. He is not just a companion, but a soulmate who understands her in ways she never thought possible. Whatever this is between them, is a beacon of hope in the darkness, a fragile flame that refuses to be extinguished.

It’s weird how such sadness and darkness can shine light on some of the best things in life.

—

As family and friends walk into the gorgeous church with a somber silence, Josephine stands with Joey at the edge of the crowd, her eyes burning with anger and sorrow. Neil lays in the casket on the other side of the church, his face peaceful in death, but his life marred by addiction and turmoil. Josephine clenches her fists, struggling to contain the fury that boils within her.

She had warned him countless times about the destructive path he was on, pleading with him to seek help, to get sober. But he always brushed off her concerns with a careless shrug, drowning his sorrows in alcohol and drugs. And now, it has come to this – a funeral for a life cut short by addiction.

One that even his daughter couldn’t stop.

Joey places a reassuring hand on her shoulder, his eyes red-rimmed from tears shed in private. He knows how much Neil’s downfall has hurt Josephine, how it has shattered her faith in him. But he also knows that she needs to put on a brave front for the sake of her family and friends gathered to pay their respects.

In the dimly lit church, Josephine somehow got pushed over to the casket after about an hour of people coming and going, and all she can do is stare at her dad's casket. And as she does, her eyes fill with tears of frustration and anger, not so much sorrow anymore. Josephine's anger boils inside her, fueled by the inability to confront him one last time.

The years of living with an alcoholic parent and enduring the chaos that came with it has left deep scars on Josephine's soul. Her life ultimately ended because he needed a caretaker, so her career was over before it started. She has longed for closure, for a chance to confront Neil one last time and let out all the pent-up anger and frustration that has consumed her for so long.

But now, with Neil lying lifeless before her, that opportunity is forever lost. Tears well up in Josephine's eyes, blurring her vision as the anger inside her threatens to take over the sadness. She wants to scream, to shake her father's lifeless body and demand answers that will never come.

As she stands there while family and friends of his come to give their condolences to her, a sudden wave of clarity washes over her. She realizes that her father's alcoholism has indeed wreaked havoc on her life, leaving behind a trail of broken promises and shattered dreams.

"Come on, Jo," Joey whispers softly. "I know you're angry, but ya gotta be strong for yourself."

“But-“ She turns to him to try to rebuke him, but he puts his index finger to her mouth.

“No buts, doll. You don’t have a choice right now, being cordial is the only option.” He sincerely tells her but tries to be as polite as he can be with her, because even though he loves to play with her, right now is not the time.

Reluctantly, Josephine sighs and nods, preparing herself for the ordeal ahead. She takes a deep breath and clears her throat so people can hear her, however her heart is heavy with grief and resentment.

As she stands before the assembled mourners who are all staring at her, just waiting to see what she has to say, she suddenly feels a wave of emotion threatening to overwhelm her. There’s no way she can talk about how she really feels, because not everyone feels that way or even wants to hear about it at all. These kinds of things are supposed to be heartwarming but also sorrowful, not full of anger and resentment. It would be a child-like move on her part.

Taking a shaky breath, Josephine begins to speak, her voice trembling with pent-up emotion.

“He was the goofiest guy you could ever meet, his laughter lit up a room. I always remember him being embarrassed of his teeth, just cause they never laid perfectly and he never got braces for ‘em, but they were one of my favorite things about him. It made him different, he had the best smile and I always tried to make him laugh so I could see it.”

She chuckles to herself as her tears blur her vision as she reads from her crinkled piece of paper.

“It’s forever etched into my brain and I’m extremely thankful for that…I just wish he was still here so I could see him and his smile again.”

She speaks of her father's kindness, his flaws, only touching gently on his struggles with addiction.

“We all know he had his problems,” she says, “I wish he was able to get them under control, even if it was for a little bit. But I guess he just couldn’t do it. I know he loved me and wanted the best for me… I just wish he was able to see that I need him.”

She talks about the good times they had shared, the laughter and love that had once filled their home.

“I remember this one time,” Josephine laughs to herself, the memories playing in her mind like a movie. “I convinced him to take some shrooms with me, obviously I was of age you guys,” the church of people chuckles with her, “But we ended up in the backyard, layin’ on the grass ‘n we were just staring up at the leaves ‘n stars. The sky was so clear that we could see constellations on constellations…it was absolutely beautiful. Then suddenly, my dad raised his hand to the sky and went, ‘I feel like I’m floating in space, Pumpkin.’”

The sound of laughter floats towards her from different people listening to the tales of her father's antics and funny moments. It’s a strange juxtaposition to the weight of grief that hangs heavy in the air.

For weeks, Josephine has been drowning in sorrow, unable to find solace in anything. But then, amidst the sea of mourners, she hears a familiar sound that brings a glimmer of light to her dark world. It is Joey's laughter.

Turning slightly, she looks to her right and sees him with his bright eyes fixed on her, a genuine smile playing on his lips. In that moment, it is as if he’s silently conveying his pride and love for her. She longs to say the words that are stuck in her throat, to tell him how much he means to her, but the words refuse to come out.

Yet, despite the heaviness of the occasion, Josephine finds a strange comfort in the sound of laughter that surrounds her. It’s a bandage to her broken heart, a reminder that even in the depths of grief and anger, moments of joy and connection can still be found. But as she turns her attention back to her piece of paper, her emotions plateau again. When writing this the other day, she knew that she would have to bring up her mom in some sort of fashion, and she wanted to, but she knew she had to be careful about it.

Before starting her next sentence, she tries to pull the tears back into her eyes and push her feelings down so she can talk about her mom. “And now, I finally know that my mom has someone to comfort and love her correctly up there. Ya know, I’m sure they're just dancin’ away,” she chokes out, “I’ve heard so many stories about them always dancin’ with each other…they finally have their dancing partners back and, with that, I’m glad they have each other.”

Suddenly, she has to take a deep breath so she doesn’t completely break down into a million pieces in front of everyone listening. But as she collects herself and continues, tears begin to fall unchecked down her cheeks. No matter how much she tries, her facade of composure crumbles before the eyes of those before her.

Joey stands beside her, his hand reaches for his spot on her lower back and slightly rubs her body, offering silent support as she pours out her heart, raw and unfiltered. His touch is gentle yet territorial. Joey listens intently, his presence a calming anchor in the storm of emotions that consume Josephine. His touch on her back is a silent reassurance, a reminder that she is not alone in her grief.

As Josephine speaks, the room seems to fade away, leaving only the two of them in a bubble of shared sorrow and understanding. Joey's eyes never leave her face, his eyes brimming with empathy and compassion for the pain she is going through.

Time passes unnoticed as Josephine pours out her heart, finding solace in the presence of Joey by her side. The weight of her loss feels a little lighter with each word that leaves her mouth, each shared memory relieved. While Joey comforts her with just a gentle touch, she can feel the stares that go between her and Joey from people knowing who he is in relation to her father, with confused looks on their faces.

But Josephine and Joey couldn’t care less.

“I just wish they were able to dance down here, with me…” She finishes her eulogy with a small sigh and some sniffles. A sense of relief flows through her knowing that she doesn’t have to do this ever again.

And in that moment, Josephine realizes that, despite her anger and disappointment, she still loves her father. She mourns not just the man he had been, but the man he could have been if only he had found the strength to fight his demons.

—

Josephine stands at the graveside, her eyes fixate on the beautiful oak casket slowly being lowered into the ground. The wind whips through the cemetery, sending chills down her spine, but nothing can compare to the heaviness in her heart.

Memories flood her mind once more - Neil teaching her to ride a bike, his warm smile when she succeeded, and his comforting presence during hard times. All the good things. Tears well up in her eyes as she struggles to come to terms with the fact that he’s really gone.

As the last words from the priest are spoken and the final clods of dirt fall onto the casket, Josephine feels a stab-like sensation in her chest. It’s as if a part of her has been buried along with him, never to resurface again.

But while she’s starting to spiral again, a gentle hand rests on her lower back, providing a sense of comfort amidst the overwhelming grief. It’s Joey, who has been by her side since this happened.

He doesn’t say a word, but his presence speaks volumes. Just like in the church, he stands there, offering silent support as Josephine lets out all her emotions - the anger, the sadness, the despair.

She can finally breathe.

Finally as the dirt settles and everyone finally walks away, all while resting a hand on her other shoulder or a small hug when they pass by, she lays her white rose on his grave.

I love you, daddy. Come visit me whenever you can… Please.

Turning to walk away, she stops in her tracks and just stares at Joey. His sunken eyes and confident posture are both slouched, his once sharp features softened by grief. The wind plays with his hair, tousling it into a disarray that mirrors the chaos of emotions within him and her.

In this moment of shared silence, Josephine realizes the depth of Joey's loss. Neil wasn't just her father; he was also Joey's best friend. They had shared countless memories, laughter, and secrets over the years. And now, with Neil gone, a part of Joey's world has shattered too.

Swallowing her own tears, she steps to Joey and wraps her arms around him. She feels the weight of his sadness, the ache of his broken heart. In the embrace, they find themselves in each other's embrace, drawing strength from their shared sorrow.

Josephine's arms tighten around his torso as if she never wants to let go. Her right cheek rests on his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his breathing. Their bodies move in perfect sync, as if they’re two halves of a whole. Joey's lips gently press into her hair, which is pulled back into a low bun.

Though the tightness of the bun is beginning to give her a massive migraine, she pays it no mind. Perhaps it’s from all the crying she has done today. She guesses she’ll never know.

“Thank you…” Joey chokes into her hair, but he lets some of his tears fall. For once, Josephine gets to see the vulnerable side of him, it’s sad it’s taken this for it to happen. She wishes it would’ve happened because of almost anything else, but the universe works in mysterious ways.

Standing under the starry night sky, the cool breeze gently caresses their faces, creating a serene atmosphere in contrast to the sorrow in her heart. The flickering candle lights from the memorial service cast shadows on their faces, and Josephine can barely hold back the tears that threaten to spill over.

She can’t believe that her father is really gone, that he would no longer be there to offer his wisdom and guidance, or even have the chance to sober up. Joey, sensing her despair, holds her closer, offering silent support through his presence.

As they stand there, swaying gently to an unheard melody, Josephine feels a sense of calm wash over her. Joey's familiar scent warms her, bringing a small measure of comfort in the midst of her grief. After what seems like an eternity, she musters the strength to speak, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Are you ready to go home?" she asks, her words tinge with melancholy. Joey, ever the pillar of strength, leans back slightly to look into her watery eyes and places a tender kiss on her forehead, his beard lightly scratching her skin.

"Sure, doll," he replies softly, his voice full of warmth and understanding. Together, they walk through the silent cemetery, their footsteps muffled by the soft grass beneath their feet.

As they get closer to her car, Josephine feels a sense of gratitude for having Joey by her side for now. His unwavering support and love are the beacons of light that have helped her through the storm of emotions that kill to overwhelm her.

With Joey's hand in hers, Josephine finds the strength to face the challenges that she has to endure. Whatever and whenever those may be.

The drive home is quiet like the night, calm and peaceful for once, the only sound is the hum of the car's engine and the occasional sniffle from Josephine. While she sits quietly in the passenger seat, her hand holds onto Joey's on the center console, tightly. The weight of the day's events bore down on her, but also she’s calm - it’s a weird mix of feelings.

As she glances over at Joey, his eyes focused on the road ahead, she feels a surge of gratitude towards him. His quiet presence was, and still is, needed, a reminder that she is not alone in her grief. She would’ve been a pile of mush before it even started, if it weren’t for Joey.

The funeral was a blur of tears and condolences, with a mix of fake hugs all around, because if anyone truly cared they would have helped her and not just left her and him to fend for themselves. However, Josephine knows why they couldn’t. They had already tried so many times and nothing changed. Josephine was the only one who ultimately enabled him.

Finally reaching her house, she’s hesitant to walk in. It’s been three weeks since she’s been here, Joey’s been the one to grab things for her from here.

At the first step through the door, she will know that this is real and not a sick joke of some kind. Standing on the porch with Joey, her hand trembles as she reaches for the doorknob.

Her heart is heavy with grief, knowing that the moment she steps inside, she’s going to break down. She takes a deep breath, trying to steady her nerves when Joey grabs her hand and turns her to face him, “Do you want me to come with you? Do you wanna stay at my house for the night?”

Swallowing her pride, she accepts staying at his house tonight but she says she needs to grab some things and she needs to do it alone. “I understand…I’ll be right here when you’re ready,” Joey whispers to her as he lays a small kiss on her chapped lips, a small smile shows on her face. She mouths thank you, as she turns to face her front door again.

This time, she actually twists the knob and opens the door, when she enters her empty house, the silence swallows her like a heavy blanket. The familiar sight of the living room, usually littered with discarded beer cans, or liquor bottles, and cigarette butts, now looks strangely pristine in its emptiness.

No Family Guy blasting through the house, no sounds of him crying, no sounds of him breaking things while he bumps on the walls to use the bathroom, no drunken arguing or love bombing - just silence.

It’s terrifying.

Josephine makes her way through the hallway, her footsteps echoing in the hollow space. She passes her dad’s bedroom, the door slightly ajar, but she doesn’t look, she’s not ready for that.

A lump forms in her throat as she realizes the absence of the usual signs of life that she has grown accustomed to, no matter how chaotic they were. She quickens her pace to her room at the end of hall, so she can leave…she thought she could be here, but she can’t.

Finally reaching her own room, everything was exactly as she left it: her books scattered on the desk, clothes strewn on the floor, and posters peeling off the walls. But now, in the silence, it all seems like a stage set devoid of actors, waiting for the next scene to begin.

With a heavy heart, Josephine sinks onto her bed, her mind racing with questions of what if?

—

Josephine lays in Joey's bed, the soft cotton sheets swallowing her exhausted body. It’s the first time she has found herself in his room, but it’s far from what she’d imagined. The usual scenarios that would play out in her mind included; playful laughter, whispering secrets, stolen kisses.

But now they are replaced with silence and the weight of grief that hangs heavy in the air, like smoke.

She shifts slightly, Joey's thin sheet slightly rubbing against her bare legs as she shifts. Then Joey's large arms wrap around her torso, pulling her closer to his warm body, her back and ass fit right into his form behind her. It’s a comforting gesture, one that she welcomes in the midst of her turmoil. His presence is a soothing balm to her wounded soul.

As she lies there and stares at the candlelight that dances around on his nightstand, the events of the day play out in her mind like a movie reel. The funeral, the tears, the laughter, and the condolences – they all blur together in a haze of sadness and disbelief. She can’t shake the feeling of loss that consumes her, the emptiness that seems to fill every corner of her being.

And yet, here she is, in Joey's bed. It’s an unexpected turn of events, one that she had never anticipated to happen this way. But as Joey holds her close in his sleep, his steady heartbeat echoing in her ear, and his slow breathing slightly blowing small strands of her hair, she realizes that perhaps this is exactly where she needs to be. In the arms of someone who cares for her, who understands her pain without needing words.

She closes her eyes, seeking comfort in the warmth of Joey's embrace. She attempts to quiet the nagging memories of her dad's funeral replaying in her mind like a haunting film. The image of the casket being lowered into the earth and gradually concealed beneath the dirt, refuses to fade. Causing her eyes to shoot wide open and scan as much of his room as she can.

Her gaze darts around the room, taking in every detail as her mind races to make sense of her surroundings. A slight gasp escapes her lips, which causes Joey to stir slightly in his sleep, and his arms tighten protectively around her. She can feel his warmth, his steady breath against her neck, grounding her in the reality of the moment.

The room is filled with shadows dancing on the walls, the flickering candlelight casting an otherworldly glow over everything it touches. Josephine can see the familiar shapes of Joey's possessions - his books stacked neatly on the shelf, his guitar resting against the wall, the old photograph of his family on the bedside table.

She wants to hear him play at some point, but she doesn’t know how to ask him.

She wants to share her thoughts with Joey, to seek comfort in his presence. His slumbering form behind her, she hesitates to disturb him, because she knows this day was hard for him too. Her hand finds his, their fingers intertwining as if seeking reassurance in each other's touch. She traces the lines of his palm, each crease and ridge telling a story of its own. It’s in these moments of silence that she finds a semblance of peace.

The room wraps them in a cocoon of stillness, broken only by the soft hum of the night outside. Josephine wills herself to let go of the pain that grips her heart, to release the tight knot of grief that threatens to consume her. She whispers into the dim room, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Joey," she begins, unsure of what she wants to say but needing to speak nonetheless. "I miss him so much. I wish he was still here with us, laughing and telling his terrible jokes."

Her words hang in the air, a fragile thread connecting her to the past she so desperately hangs onto. “I’d even take him if he was drunk…” That’s how she knows she really misses him, because she misses every part of him.

She feels Joey stir beside her, his presence a silent reassurance that she’s not alone in her sorrow. In this quiet moment, as the night presses on outside the window and the world slumbers on, Josephine finds a measure of peace in the stillness of the night. She closes her eyes once more, her body giving up on staying awake any longer, in the comfort of Joey's embrace.

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Gotta love the man 🇮🇹 🩷

happy birthday to our very own jeremiah camilli !!!

My favorite villain, and the reason everything I write today feels utterly meaningless 🤍 I hate you and I love you, guido inside my brain.

My first ever true original character - all thanks to him for giving me the opportunity to write my first ever full original fic.

Also, seeking would not exist at all had it not been for Jay - I thought him up before any of the plot, I just knew I wanted the main character to be married to a lawyer named Jeremiah, and I thought him up well over a year ago.

I love my man 🇮🇹🇮🇹🇮🇹

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Pinky Promise

Ofc x OCDads best-friend

18+, mature

2•Easter Lily

Main Masterlist & Series Masterlist - My AO3

Summary: Fathers are supposed to be the ones taking care of their child, but Josephine’s life is the other way around. Her life is booze, her dad, and her dad’s best friend - what could go wrong?

Chapter summary: Life is full of surprises - good and bad ones.

Word count: 4.6k

Warning: unprotected piv, slight entomophobia, tags left out to avoid spoilers

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The dawn morning sun cascades through Josephine’s emerald green bedroom, causing her to slowly open her eyes and be blinded for a moment. As she tries to sit up, a sharp pain shoots through her temples, making her groan in discomfort. Memories of the previous night flash through her mind - the laughter, the music, the endless flow of cocktails and shots.

The bull.

Joey.

Gingerly, she reaches for the glass of water on her bedside table that she smartly put out for herself last night. Each sip feels like a small victory against the dehydration that plagues her. With a sigh, Josephine swings her legs over the edge of her bed, willing herself to stand up.

The world spins alarmingly for a moment, but she steadies herself against the wall. The room feels somewhat unfamiliar, even though she’s lived here her whole life - something feels off.

Dragging herself along the wall, she stumbles into her warm toned bathroom as she pulls her tank top over her head onto the floor, followed by her shorts. Starting her shower, she lets the water warm up before she enters.

After a minute or two, she sticks her hand in and determines it’s hot just like she wants, stepping in and closing the glass door behind her, she lets the scolding water cascade over her tired body. As the steam envelopes her, she closes her eyes and tries to shake off the remnants of her wild night out.

Memories of dancing on tables, riding the bull, and laughing with friends remind her that she at least had a good time last night, along with Joey and the bike ride home. Despite the headache and the nausea threatening to resurface, Josephine can’t help but smile at the fun she had, even if it was short lived.

Josephine stands in front of the mirror, a towel wrapped around her, as she reviews her reflection. The steam from the shower envelopes the bathroom, making the mirror slightly foggy. She runs her fingers through her damp hair, feeling refreshed and revived after the long, hot shower. The pounding headache that plagued her earlier was now just a distant memory.

As she gets dressed for her morning run and prepares to face the day, a sense of dread creeps over her. She can’t shake off the feeling of impending trouble, and she knows it has to do with her dad. Josephine sighs and shakes it off before she makes her way downstairs, she wants to start fresh or at least, as fresh as she can.

At the bottom of the stairs, she finds her dad in the kitchen, a weary look on his face as he sits at the bar-style counter. Josephine raises an eyebrow as she walks in, studying him intently, her running shoes squeaking on the tile floor.

"What's going on, Neil?" she asks. She refuses to call him dad, at least to his face. It’s not a fitting name for him anymore.

He lets out a heavy sigh, setting down his cup, which she knows is filled with liquor. "I'm afraid- I think, I gotten’ myself into a bit of a mess, Josie," he slurs, avoiding her gaze completely, already drunk at nine in the morning.

Josephine's heart sinks. She knows he’s hallucinating again, ever since his liver started malfunctioning a year ago, him and his body just has never been the same. However, she’s also annoyed because this has become the new normal, and she wishes it wasn't.

Why does it have to be her taking care of him? She should be out living her own life, finding good friends and maybe even finding love. But she can’t, or at least she won’t let herself. So maybe it’s more herself that she’s really mad at.

“Neil,” she interrupts his drunken rant, “There’s nobody out to get you. You're delusional... Just go play your game or whatever.” She scoffs as she grabs her keys off the counter.

“Where are you going?” he slurs after her.

“For a run," she yells back as she heads out into the cool early morning air, biting her tongue before she says things she’ll regret later. The street is quiet, with only a few cars driving by on their way to work and different varieties of birds chirping and singing to each other.

Putting her keys into her shorts pocket, Josephine begins to run, her pace quickens with each step and with more intentions than she even knows.

The rhythmic pounding of her feet hitting the pavement drowns out the chaos of this morning. Running has become her solace, a way to escape the harsh reality of her life. She has come to learn that when he’s that drunk, she needs to not argue with him. It only leads to words being said that neither of them truly mean.

However, she is tired of dealing with Neil’s struggles, tired of pretending that everything is okay when it's not.

But she knows she can't abandon him, not now. He’s starting to get really bad again and his actions only keep worsening. If something happened to him if she left the house, she wouldn’t be able to forgive herself.

As much as she hates him, she’s still daddy’s girl somewhere in her soul. It’s almost Stockholm syndrome except she’s not in love with her dad - it’s all because she loves him. There are times she wishes that she had no love for him, and she could simply let go of that fatherly love, but she just can’t.

She keeps running, her breath coming in ragged gasps, the steady pounding of her feet on the pavement a comforting rhythm. The thoughts of her father recede for a moment as she loses herself in the physical exertion.

Each step she takes feels like a liberation from the constraints of being Neil’s “parent”. The fresh morning air fills her lungs, invigorating her spirit as she runs faster and faster, her worries and fears left behind with each passing stride.

When she finally stops at the park that's a couple of miles from her neighborhood, she collapses onto a bench, her face flushed and her body covered in sweat. She closes her eyes, savoring the feeling of her pounding heart slowly returning to its regular pace.

The cool breeze gently caresses her skin, carrying with it the scent of freshly cut grass and blooming flowers, cooling the sweat that clings to her body. For a moment, she is enveloped in blissful serenity - life seems okay for once.

Opening her eyes, she gazes up at the sky, the sun rising above her like a resplendent golden chariot. Its warm rays bathe her in a soft, ethereal light, casting a radiant glow over the tranquil surroundings of the park. Birds chirp melodiously in the trees, their songs harmonizing with the gentle rustling of leaves in the breeze. It’s so peaceful she finally feels a sense of genuine relief.

She inhales deeply, filling her lungs with the sweet scent of freedom and possibility. As she sits there, basking in the peaceful embrace of nature, she thinks about Joey and how there could possibly be something there, if they both tried.

The amount of times they’ve even slightly flirted with each other is astronomical, but neither of them, especially Josephine, would ever follow through. She wishes she did a couple times, just so she could feel something. She knows it’s selfish, but she needs that sometimes.

However, she knows the reality of their situation all too well. Both of them are guarded, too afraid to leap into the unknown and risk shattering the friendly relationship they have. And she knows that Joey whores around more than most, but she's not sure if that’s what he wants to do anymore. He’s getting to the age where most of his peers and friends around his age are having families, happy ones at that. Maybe he doesn’t want that life or maybe he does and just hasn’t met the right girl yet. Josephine softly chuckles to herself at the thought of Joey being a dad - he’d be an incredible one.

Joey deserves that.

Then there’s Josephine, in particular, who is hesitant to open herself up to the vulnerability that comes with letting someone in. Yet, there’s a part of her that longs for that connection, that spark of something more.

All she does is take care of Neil, go to work, and some weekends she gets to go out, but she wants more than those things; she wants Joey.

—

Josephine rounds the last corner before her street, and sees Joey tinkering away on his old black Mustang in his dimly lit garage. She slows down and takes a deep breath to steady herself before walking over to him. She needs to talk to him or fuck him, whatever comes first.

She needs to escape the chaos of her mind that followed her from her home, things that her run didn’t help get rid of.

“Hey, knucklehead.” Joey looks up from under the hood of his car, grease smudged on his face, at the sound of Josephine’s voice.

“Hey doll,” he smirks, “I’m busy, make it quick.” He wipes his hands on a rag, then goes right back to working under the car hood.

"I need to talk," Josephine sighs softly, her voice tinged with anger and annoyance.

“Well, start talkin’,” he grunts, “You got thirty seconds.”

“Are you kiddin’ me?” She annoyingly asks him, almost in disbelief.

“Twenty-nine, twenty-eight, twenty-seven…”

She scoffs at his childish behavior, but knowing Joey, it’s what she honestly expected. “I’m goin’ inside, come in when you’re done actin’ like a child,” she fights back, swiftly moving past Joey towards the door that leads into his kitchen.

You’ve got some nerve, he murmurs to himself as he tosses whatever tool he’s using into his toolbox on the ground next to him. Josephine can hear him mumbling to himself as he follows her same steps, she smiles to herself, just a matter of time before she can get what she wants.

“Now, what the hell do you-“

With a mischievous glint in her eye and a grin on her face, Josephine pushes Joey down onto the floor, not hard enough to hurt but enough for him to stumble. “Josephine- what the actual fuck?” He tries to push himself up, but she straddles his hips so he can’t - even though she knows he could easily push her hundred-and-thirty-pound body off of him.

But he doesn’t.

Her hands instantly find their way to his shirt, pulling it over his head with a sense of purpose. Josephine gazes down at him leaning on his elbows, her expression a mixture of longing and determination. “Told you, I need to talk,” she begins again, her hands now moving to her shirt, pulling it over her head and throwing it somewhere on the tile.

Joey watches in awe as she undresses herself and then him, her movements deliberate and tantalizing, having him in a trance like state.

“All you gotta do is lay here and let me be in control,” she purrs to him, unable to get over his scent; sweat, oil, and body wash from his shower earlier this morning.

“Doll,” he breathes out as he gazes at her tits that sit right in front of his eyes, down to where their hips meet and back up her ocean-colored orbs, “We shouldn’t do this…we can’t do this.”

She smirks at his poor attempt to stop her, “Why? Who can tell us no?” She leans into his left ear and whispers, “Don’t you wanna fuck me?”

Joey's heart races underneath her hand that now rests on his chest. Her words send shivers down his spine, but a part of him still resists. He knows that this is weird, that they’re playing with fire. But Josephine’s like a drug to him, intoxicating and irresistible, and he’s done his best to not get trapped.

As he looks into her eyes, he sees a flicker of mischief and desire that mirrors his own. She’s a doll come to life, a seductress who knows exactly how to push his buttons.

He feels himself losing control, succumbing to the magnetic pull between them. In a moment of weakness, he gives in to his desires. Their lips met in a fiery kiss that burns with passion and pent-up longing, his beard softly scratching her cheeks and chin. Every touch, every caress, sends electric currents through his body, leaving him breathless and wanting more.

She feels his bulge grow beneath her, matching the rhythm of their grinding bodies perfectly. Her touch is electric, sending shivers down Joey's spine as he follows her lead.

"Right there, Joey," she whimpers, her voice a mix of desire and authority. "Just like that."

Joey's hands tremble slightly as he traces the curves of her body, his touch tentative yet eager to please. With each caress, Josephine's desires become clearer, spurring Joey on to new heights of passion. She reaches down between them, freeing his cock from the confines of his boxers.

The air’s charged with anticipation as she positions herself above him, the heat between them like fire. With a slow, deliberate motion, she lowers herself onto him, relishing the feeling of fullness and connection that envelopes them both.

Her moans fill the kitchen, echoing off the tile floors and mingling with the sound of their breathless gasps. Each bounce she makes causes her to feel an exquisite sense of fullness and pleasure that radiates through her entire being.

Joey's hands grip her hips firmly, guiding her movements as they move together in perfect synchronicity. The air’s thick with the heady scent of lust and anticipation, swirling around them like a tangible force, binding them together in a dance of passion and ecstasy.

As they move as one, their bodies pressed tightly against each other, their skin flushes with heat and desire. In that moment, time seems to stand still as they lose themselves in the raw, primal intensity of one another.

The kitchen becomes their own private paradise, a sanctuary where they can surrender to their deepest desires and fantasies without fear or hesitation. Josephine's breathing comes in ragged gasps, her body alive with sensation. Joey's eyes bore into hers, a mix of longing and adoration that makes her heart race.

At this moment, nothing else exists for Josephine and Joey. It’s just the two of them, locked in a passionate embrace that transcends time and space. Each touch, each whisper, each shared breath brings them closer together, forging a bond that will not easily be broken.

Joey realizes that letting go of control is liberating. Allowing her to take charge brings a sense of freedom and bliss. However, a spark of determination ignites within Joey. He understands that while Josephine's dominance is intoxicating, there’s a part of her that yearns to be swept away in the same current of desire.

With a newfound sense of purpose, Joey sets out to show Josephine the pleasure of surrender, the ecstasy of vulnerability - something she’s never felt.

In a swift yet deliberate motion, Joey subtly shifts the dynamics between them, turning the tide of dominance towards Josephine. He swiftly hooks his right arm around her back and flips her over, to where she’s now on her back and Joey hovers over her.

Josephine's eyes widen with a mixture of surprise and longing at the man taking control, a hunger for submission stirring within her. Her anticipation grows, her body humming with electricity.

He presses his lips to hers in a possessive kiss before trailing fiery kisses down her neck and collarbone. "Let me show you how you should be taken care of, doll," Joey murmurs, his voice velvety and low, sending vibrations through her core. With deliberate intent, he presses his lips to hers, a promise of passion and raw need.

Joey's touch is both possessive and tender, igniting a fire within Josephine.

With a primal growl, Joey thrusts into her, their bodies melding together. Velvet walls envelope him, creating a world where only the two of them exist, lost in a sea of sensation and longing.

Her back arches, and she lets out a whimper at the exquisite sensation of being filled by him. Each powerful thrust sends ripples of pleasure coursing through her body, building the tension to an unbearable peak. She gasps and moans low as Joey's every movement sends waves of ecstasy through her.

Joey holds her hips firmly, his touch possessive yet tender. With each thrust, he delves deeper into her, looking down where they both connect he sees his cock and pubes wet with her slick. Stirring him on even more, causing him to move his hips more and lift her legs to his shoulders.

“Fuck, Joey,” she exhausts, a surge of desire building within her, her senses overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of their connection.

"I know baby, I know,” He comforts, “You take me so well, doll." His voice is husky with desire, his gaze locks onto hers. His words ignite a fire within her that threatens to consume her whole. She feels herself on the edge, teetering on the brink of something magnificent.

As Joey continues to move within her, each motion more powerful than the last, she feels herself unraveling. Her body responds to his touch with a fervor she has never experienced before. Every nerve ending seems to be set ablaze, her whole being focused on the man before her.

"Fuck, you look so pretty takin' my cock like a good girl," Joey's words are like fuel to the fire, pushing her closer to the edge. Josephine feels a whimper escape her lips, a testament to the overwhelming pleasure that consumes her.

As Joey continues to claim her in the most primal of ways, all the inhibitions she’s felt and the coil that’s been threatening to snap, finally go.

—

Josephine walks down the busy street early Sunday morning, the beginning of her work week at her first job, The Eastside Cafe. A job she’s had to have since she dropped out of college, that she’s learned to love over the years. She has made really good friends here, after all, working Sunday through Tuesday, three twelves.

Stepping into the cozy cafe, the warm aroma of freshly brewed coffee fills the air, and the sound of sizzling bacon greets her. The cafe’s full with customers who are eagerly awaiting their brunch orders, hoping they make it to church on time. Walking behind the doors that separate the kitchen from the dining hall, she waves to her coworkers who all smile and greet back to her.

She grabs her apron that’s hanging on the back wall and ties it around her waist and gets to work, taking orders, serving food, and chatting with the customers. She’s become the employee that all the other coworkers love and need.

She knows how to do everything and keeps the place running, if she’s being honest with herself she knows she is worth more than what she earns. But she can’t risk losing this job, she’s got a good report here.

“Josephine, can you help me move these tables please?” asks Andrea, a coworker and friend of hers.

Andrea’s right around Josephine’s age and they go out whenever they’re both available. It’s rare - Andrea has a newborn baby girl and her baby’s dad isn’t in the picture. He ran off with one of Andrea's friends after he found out she was pregnant. Josephine tries to help out whenever she can, sending her twenty bucks here and there, and Andrea appreciates it immensely.

“Yep, comin,” Josephine finishes wiping up a table and pockets her rag as she walks towards the back corner.

“Thank you,” Andrea sighs, “Apparently a party of eleven are coming after church. I think it’s the same group from last week.”

“With the rude ass kids?” Josephine groans with a frown as she picks up one end of a table and puts it with the other.

All Andrea does is nod her head, setting down forks and knives that are wrapped in napkins, “And their insane parents, who don’t say anything to their kids about the behavior. Just downin’ their mimosas without a care to the world.”

“Ugh, I wanna leave,” Josephine whines, not because of the guests coming, but because she wants to see Joey again.

It’s just been over twenty-four hours since they slept together and much to her surprise, he’s actually been cool about it. After she went home yesterday and cleaned up after her run and extra cardio with him, she offered for him to come hang out in her pool and he accepted, bringing his two large German Shepherds; Celeste and Solar, a pair he’s had since they were eight weeks old.

The whole time he was over, it was like nothing changed. He was still the cocky guy with a smart ass mouth, who flirts just a little bit more than he should. Which Josephine loved. They talked about her potential return to school to actually do something with her life. She’s more than just her father’s caretaker, she’s meant to do more.

Joey and her had talked for hours between laying in the sun, playing with the dogs, and swimming in the pool on a surprisingly hot fall day. Every now and then, Joey would go check on Neil who was passed out on the couch the whole time, until the early evening when Josephine had to let Joey go home so she could make dinner for her dad and her.

As much as Josephine despised her father, she could never let him go hungry. But the rest of the night after she put Neil to sleep, Joey called her and just let her yell and yell about how things need to change. He stayed silent the whole time, nothing but a few grunts here and there.

Then this morning, she woke up to a note on her car reading, “Taking you for a ride when you get home. No saying no.” In Joey’s sloppy handwriting, barely legible. But it made Josephine's morning and showed her that her actions of yesterday didn't scare him away.

“How’s your other job goin’?” Andrea asks as they finish setting up the tables.

“Real good,” Josephine smiles, “I’m gettin’ good hours in but I just wish I didn’t have to, but I gotta do what I gotta do. Ya’know?”

Wednesday through Friday, Josephine's factory job begins, packaging chemicals for saunas and pools around the country. Saturdays have become Josephine's only rest day. It’s starting to take a toll on her, mentally and physically.

It’s times like this that she wishes her mom was still alive. Someone she could lean on when things get hard, someone who could give her motherly advice and tell her when she’s doing the wrong thing when she thinks it’s the right thing. Josephines just had to live with it her whole life, almost hating the fact that she was born without a mother and her being the cause of it.

Neil and her could be living in Rome like they always wanted, but Josephine had to be born instead. Life is so unfair sometimes.

—

"I'm back," Josephine's voice echoes through the empty house as she kicks off her work shoes. The silence that greets her is unsettling—no sound of the TV, no familiar vomiting noises, no jovial yelling from Neil.

Growing worried, she calls out for him, her voice tinged with worry as she searches every nook and cranny of the ground floor. But he’s nowhere to be found. Panic creeps into her voice as she continues to look, ascending the stairs two at a time, her heart pounding in her chest.

“Neil, where the hell are you?” Finally, reaching the upstairs bathroom, the door slightly ajar. Pushing it open, she finds her father lying motionless on the cold tile floor. He’s pale, his lips tinged blue, and there’s no hint of breath escaping his unmoving chest.

With trembling hands, Josephine dials 911, her voice straining as she panics to the operator. The younger woman guides Josephine through the steps of CPR, and she drops to her knees, tears welling in her eyes as she presses hard against her father's chest, willing him to come back to life.

“Please wake up, dad,” she cries, snot and tears mixing into one liquid that drops onto her dads vomit stained shirt. He can’t die, she’s not ready for this. This can’t be happening right now, he was just fine when I went to work, how can this happen so quickly?

For four agonizing minutes, she performs CPR, each compression a desperate plea to fate.

One…two…three…four. One…two…three…four.

One…two…three…four. One…two…three…four.

And then, like a beacon of hope, the blaring sirens of the ambulance cut through the suffocating silence.

“I’m upstairs!” Josephine screams towards the bathroom door, praying they hear her. The paramedics rush in, their calm professionalism a stark contrast to Josephine's frantic state. She steps back, her chest heaving with exertion and emotion, as they take over. “I- I found him like-like this. I just got, um- home from work.” she weeps as the paramedics try to assist him.

Time seems to stand still as Josephine watches, a silent prayer on her lips. Her mind goes blank at the sight of the heart defibrillator and the sight of them cutting his shirt open, then placing it on his chest, shocking him. Then, as if in a miraculous dance with destiny, Neil's eyes flutter open, a raspy breath escaping his lips as he’s brought back from the brink.

“Thank god,” Josephine lets go of that lump in her throat that's been stuck since she couldn't find him. Relief floods through Josephine, her legs giving out beneath her as she sinks to the floor, overwhelmed but relieved. Neil is alive, saved by her quick thinking.

They load him into the ambulance quickly and leave within seconds, bringing him to the hospital. Josephine’s stuck standing in her driveway, watching the ambulance go further down her street, the flashing lights cast an eerie glow on the quiet street, until they take a right and she can’t see them anymore.

She stands in her driveway, unsure of what to do next. Her mind is filled with worry and fear, wondering what had happened to him while she was at work and if he will be okay. Tears well up in her eyes again and she just lets them fall.

As minutes pass, Josephine feels a sense of unease settle over her. The silence of the night is deafening, broken only by the distant sound of sirens, which she knows belong to Neil.

She doesn’t hear Joey running over to her, but apparently he does. "Josephine, what happened?" Joey's voice breaks through the haze of shock that carries her. Tears stream down her face as she struggles to find the words to explain the sudden turn of events that has shattered her life.

Unable to speak, Josephine simply looks at Joey with a mixture of fear and despair. Sensing her pain, Joey gently embraces her, offering a silent gesture of comfort and support. "Come here, doll," he grunts softly, wrapping his arms around her trembling frame.

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write a bullet point list of everything that happens

realize it doesn’t make sense

cry

start writing anyway

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One Door Closes & Another One Opens

Joel x OFC!Divorce Lawyer

Explicit, 18+

Patience Is Key

Main MasterList & Series Masterlist - My AO3

Summary: She’s a divorce attorney and he’s a husband looking for help to save his daughter, and himself, from his gambling addict wife. Renae Russo is a woman who fights for her clients and wins. She’s satisfied with her life and what she does - but she wishes she could have a little more. What happens when Joel Miller becomes her client and an old flame of Renae’s reignites in the same breath?

Chapter Summary: Sometimes love is a waiting game.

Word count: 3.9k

-Here’s the finale babes…I can’t believe it’s here! I hope this lives up to everyone’s wishes…I know I’m very happy with the outcome.

Maybe there will be an extra chap for these two in the near future … who knows?

But I wanna say thank you to everyone who’s been here for this story, I’ll love these two forever. And I think this will be my last Joel series … but I hope you guys stay for what I have in the future<3

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“Sarah!” Joel yells up the staircase, “Ya’ ready to go?”

“Coming, dad!” Sarah yells from her bedroom, causing Joel to chuckle as he grabs his bags from the bottom of the steps. Suddenly he hears the stomping of Sarah’s shoes descending the staircase, and he looks up with bags on both his shoulders to see her eyes sparkle with excitement. Joel can’t help but smile at the sight of her. She deserves this more than she knows, he thinks to himself.

They’re about to embark on an adventure that has been months in the making. Their destination is Joel’s cabin, a couple hours out of the city, a place where they can escape the hustle and bustle of everyday life - for the week of the Fourth of July.

“You ready for the trip of your dreams, Renae?” Sarah giggles as she passes her in the driveway, now skipping backwards towards the truck.

Renae grins, excitement bubbling inside her, “I sure am!”

This road trip has been a long time coming, and she can’t wait to hit the open road with her boyfriend and step-daughter - Frankie coming along as well.

As Joel flies on the highway, the wind tousles the girl's hair and the music blares through the speakers, creating the perfect soundtrack for their adventure. With each passing mile, Renae leaves her worries behind and embraces the freedom of this week.

Because of their late start, the sun starts to set while they drive, casting a golden glow over the horizon. Renae can’t contain her excitement when she sees the sun descending in the distance. Joel can’t help but notice the radiant smile on her face as she gazes at the golden painting in the sky.

Her love for sunsets is infectious, so much so that Joel finds himself captivated by the beauty that illuminates her features. Her red hair shines, her blue eyes glimmer, and her cheeks are a bright gold.

The delayed start to their journey seems insignificant now, as they both bask in the mesmerizing sight before them. In the silence of the car, besides the sounds of Frankie smelling out the back window, a shared moment of appreciation for the simple joys of life bonds them in a way words can’t express.

"Dad," Sarah asks eagerly, "When we get there, can I start the fire?" Joel's eyes meet hers in the rearview mirror, his own smile mirroring Sarah's contagious excitement. "You most definitely can, dear," he replies warmly.

Renae marveles at the scene unfolding before her. Sarah's enthusiasm is a reflection of Joel's adventurous spirit, and as she playfully mimics his smile, Renae can’t help but notice the striking resemblance between father and daughter. They share the same twinkling eyes and infectious grins, a sight that never fails to melt Renae's heart.

"She's just like you, you know," Renae murmurs, planting her hand on Joel’s that rests on the center console. She smiles up at him, feeling a warmth spread through him at her words, Thank you, is all he chokes out and she feels his hand squeeze hers just a bit tighter.

—

Renae stands in awe as she gazes upon the cabin that Joel promised would be their sanctuary for the week. Its worn wooden exterior blends seamlessly with the serene forest surroundings, and a sense of peace washes over her. This is exactly what she needs - a break from the chaos of everyday life, especially work.

Her forest eyes sparkle with wonder as she stands at the edge of the lake, completely captivated by its simple beauty. The sun’s setting, casting a golden hue over the water, making it shimmer like a thousand diamonds. She inhales deeply, taking in the scent of pine trees and freshwater.

Feeling a presence behind her, she turns to see Joel, a soft smile tugs at the corners of his lips. Renae can’t help but smile back. "Wow," she breathes, her voice barely above a whisper. "This is just... beautiful."

"I knew you'd love it," Joel whispers, his eyes reflecting the same awe that Renae feels. Together, they stand in silence, letting the tranquility of the moment wash over them, taking in each and every second they can.

As the last rays of sunlight dip below the horizon, painting the sky in hues of pink and orange, Renae knows that this moment will be etched in her memory forever. It’s such a special moment, shared between two people in the presence of nature's breathtaking beauty, but in that simplicity, she finds a profound sense of joy and gratitude.

“Can I get some help back here, please!” Sarah hollers from behind them, back at Joel’s truck with a couple bags in hand, “I wanna start this fire, guys!”

Hand in hand, Renae and Joel chuckle to themselves before walking back towards the vehicle to unload their luggage, their hearts full and their spirits uplifted.

Walking into the cabin with bags in each hand, Renae's heart swells with anticipation. She can’t quite pinpoint why, but there’s an inexplicable electricity in the air that makes her pulse quicken. Perhaps it’s the way the trees whisper ancient secrets or the way the sunset casts a beautiful glow over the water.

A couple hours later, everything is set up to everyone’s liking, and Renae feels like she has stepped into a fairytale. In her leggings and loose sweater, she glides towards the living room area and is finally able to appreciate the work that Joel put into this space. The interior is cozy and inviting, with plush couches, a dark fireplace that crackles, filling the room with a warm, earthy scent that envelopes her.

Joel has truly outdone himself, and she can’t wait to spend the week here with him and Sarah.

Renae sinks into one of the plush couches, feeling utterly content in this environment, something she could get more than comfortable with.

Then, Joel and Sarah emerge from the kitchen, carrying steaming mugs of hot cocoa and laughter in their eyes. As darkness settles over the land, a canopy of stars emerges in the sky, twinkling like diamonds against the velvet backdrop.

As the night passes, they sit by the fire, just listening to the pops and cracks every few seconds. Renae feels a sense of serenity wash over her as Joel’s arm wraps around her shoulder, pulling her closer to his side, leaning her head against his shoulder and chest. While Sarah lays over Renae’s lap on her side with Frankie curled up to her, as she lets Renae softly run her fingers up and down the side of her torso and arm.

She’s not sure when she falls asleep, but between Joel holding her and Sarah’s love, she does.

—

Renae sits on the porch of the cabin early the next morning, cradling her steaming cup of coffee, she feels a sense of tranquility wash over her. The early sunlight filters through the dense foliage surrounding the cabin, casting dappled patterns of light on the wooden floor.

The gentle rustling of the leaves in the nearby forest provides a soothing soundtrack to the peaceful moment. It’s as if the trees are whispering ancient secrets, their branches swaying in a synchronized dance to an unheard melody.

She takes a deep breath, inhaling the crisp, pine-scented air. With her legs folded to her chest, she closes her eyes, allowing herself to be fully present in the moment, soaking in the sights and sounds of the wilderness around her. Even after her numerous hiking trips around the state of Texas, she had never encountered a place quite like this.

The cabin sits nestled among towering trees, their thick trunks reaching towards the sky like sentinels guarding a hidden realm. The earthy scent of the forest mingles with the aroma of her coffee, creating a sensory symphony that fills her with a sense of profound peace.

As Renae sips her coffee, she watches a pair of squirrels playfully chase each other through the underbrush, their chittering laughter adding to the magical atmosphere. She can’t help but marvel at the beauty of the natural world and the sense of harmony that seems to permeate every aspect of the forest.

Lost in contemplation, Renae feels a deep connection to the wilderness around her. It’s a place of serenity and wonder, a sanctuary far removed from the business of everyday life. A place she can most definitely get used to enjoying, with Joel and Sarah… and maybe one day, a little one of their own.

“Mornin’ darlin’,” his sleepy voice emerges from the front door, “Thank you for makin’ coffee.” A soft chuckle follows as she turns to see him approaching with a steaming cup in hand.

“Thanks for puttin’ me to bed last night,” she chuckles as she slides over for him to sit next to her, “That couch is comfy, but I would’ve felt like shit this mornin’.”

The corners of his eyes crinkle with amusement as he settles down beside her, his presence brings a sense of comfort and familiarity. He takes a sip of his coffee, the steam rising in the crisp morning air, and then, as if on cue, lifts his left arm behind the back of the swing. She knows that’s her invitation to nestle into her spot against him, the spot where their bodies fit together effortlessly as if they’re two pieces of a puzzle.

The peaceful moment lingers between them, the soft sounds of nature providing a soothing melody and their breathing synchronized into one. In that simple gesture of leaning on him, she finds a sense of belonging and contentment that words can never fully capture. It’s a quiet intimacy shared between two souls who have found solace in each other's company.

And as they sit there, savoring the warmth of the morning sun and the comfort of each other's presence, they know that no matter the things they’ve been through for the past two years, they have found a safe haven in the embrace of their love and they both are comfortable in knowing their love it true.

—

Renae hums to herself as she chops vegetables in the cozy kitchen, the aroma of a delicious stir-fry filling the room. Joel and Sarah’s laughter float in from the beach, where they’re engrossed in a friendly game of volleyball. Surrounded by the sounds of the beach and the sizzle of the pan, Renae can’t shake the feeling that something’s missing from her life.

As she stirs the vegetables in the pan, her thoughts drift to motherhood. Watching Sarah grow up has been a joy, but lately, Renae finds herself yearning for a child of her own. Someone she can raise from infancy, pass on her wisdom to, and watch grow into a remarkable individual. The desire for motherhood tugs at her heartstrings, making her question her own path in life.

But Renae knows that bringing up the topic of having a child with Joel is a delicate matter. She’s not sure if he’s ready to start a family all over again, especially considering that Sarah’s already a teenager. The uncertainty of Joel's feelings about marriage and starting a new family weigh heavily on Renae's mind, causing a mix of hope and apprehension to swirl within her. But she refuses to bring it up to him, it’s just not the right timing.

Each rhythmic slice of the knife brings a sense of calm, allowing her mind to wander freely. As she continues cutting, the thought of expanding their little family lingers at the forefront of her thoughts - it won’t stop replaying on loop in her head. She imagines Joel's laughter blending with the innocent giggles of a child, filling their home with more joy and love.

Lost in her daydreams, Renae's focus wavers, and she winces as the blade nicks her finger. It’s a small cut, but enough to startle her. "Fuck," she mutters under her breath, unaware that Joel heard her from outside.

In a swift motion, Joel enters the cozy cabin, a look of concern flashes across his face. "Are you okay?" he asks, his voice laced with worry as he approaches Renae at the sink.

Renae plasters on a smile, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. "Yeah, just a tiny cut. Nothin’ serious," she replies, her attempt at reassurance tinged with a hint of uncertainty.

Joel reaches for her hand, inspecting the minor injury with furrowed brows. "Ya’ know you don't have to pretend with me, right?" he says softly, his gaze searching hers for any hint of what she’s truly feeling. “What’s really goin’ on?” He sincerely asks as he wraps her pointer finger in a piece of paper towel.

“Nothing-“

“N’ don’t lie,” he cuts her off, not rudely but stern enough to tell her to just tell the truth.

Tears well up in her eyes as Joel's warm touch envelopes her hand, the paper towel absorbing the blood from her wounded finger. The vulnerability of the moment makes her voice tremble, "I just… I don't wanna pressure you… but I want a baby of our own."

Joel's deep, chocolate eyes met hers with understanding. "One of our own?" he says at the same time, his voice full of compassion and love.

Her breath catches in her throat as she nods in response, her lip quivering as tears stream down her cheeks. The weight of her confession hangs heavy in the air, but she feels a glimmer of hope as Joel speaks, his words filling her with shock and disbelief.

“I do too,” he reassures her, in fact he gladly embraces the idea of starting anew, “You’ll be an amazin’ mother, just from the way you are with Sarah, I can tell you’ll rock it. I haven’t brought it up cause I didn’t think you’d want to have a child with me. So I left it alone, but darlin’…it’s what I want more than anythin’.”

She can sense a longing evident in his words as he expresses his desire for another child. The notion that Sarah would relish the role of an older sister brings a wave of comfort over Renae, her heart swells with gratitude for Joel's unexpected acceptance.

Renae throws herself into Joel's arms, their embrace is a sanctuary of understanding and unspoken promises. As they stand together in that peaceful silence, a newfound sense of togetherness and possibility enveloped them, igniting a flame of hope for a future filled with love and the pitter-patter of tiny feet.

“I love you so much,” she whispers into his neck, “you’re my world and I’d be so lost without you. Thank you for loving me.”

“I love you too, mama.”

—

Ouh baby, I'm a love man

That’s what they call me, I’m a love man

I’m six feet one, weigh two hundred and ten

Long hair, and pretty fair skin

Long legs and I’m a-out a sight

Hey, little girl, I’m gonna take you out

‘Cause I’m a love man

Renae softly sings to herself, her voice blending with the gentle lapping of the water against the pontoon. As the sun's warm rays kiss her skin, she closes her eyes, feeling utterly at peace. Sarah's laughter and splashing adds to the symphony of summer sounds, creating a harmonious atmosphere that seems to encapsulate the essence of happiness.

Joel had expertly maneuvered the boat to a sandbar near their cabin, a secluded oasis where time seems to stand still. The sky stretched endlessly above them, a canvas of blue punctuated by fluffy white clouds. The whole day had been a lazy blur of swimming, sunbathing, and endless laughter - and it’s only three in the afternoon.

Since the Fourth of July falls on a Wednesday, the whole week Joel says the lake will be busy. And just like he said, the sandbar is buzzing with kids and families all enjoying the summer heat. Children play in the shallow waters, their giggles echoing across the lake. Families picnicking on the shore, the smell of barbecue lingers in the air. It’s a scene straight out of a postcard, a snapshot of summertime bliss.

Renae's voice carries across the water, the melody weaving through the chatter and laughter. Next thing she knows Sarah joins in, her voice blending seamlessly with Renae's. Joel sits by the steering wheel, a content smile playing on his lips as he just watches the two girls sing, now to one another.

Which one of you girls want me to hold you?

A-which one of you girls wants me to kiss you?

A-which one of you girls want me to take you out?

Go on, I got you, gonna knock you all night

‘Cause, baby, I’m a love man

Both Renae and Sarah instinctively splash the water to the beat of the song and both end up laughing at the fact they did the same thing. “This is why I love you, Renae!” Sarah admits with a huge smile across her lips and Renae freezes.

It’s the first time she’s said it and it’s genuine, not forced by any means. It sounds so natural coming from her but it means the world to Renae. “Love you too, Sarah,” she chokes, still with a smile on her face.

Ottis Redding fades from the speaker and Elton John takes over, Your Song. The very song that Renae branded as her and Joel’s song, because it was the first song to play after Joel officially asked her out almost five months ago.

Without a second thought Renae turns her head behind her to look for Joel, “Baby, It’s our song-“ she stops her sentence as she sees Joel already standing in front of her with his right hand reaching for her to stand up. She pushes herself up from the pontoon floor and reaches for his hand for support, adjusting the strap of her bikini top so it’s not digging into her neck.

“May I have this dance?” He purrs softly with a smirk.

“Of course,” she feels her cheeks heat up from his words, her heart fluttering with excitement. The gentle melody floats through the air, creating a magical atmosphere around them.

Joel pulls her closer, and they sway to the music, their bodies moving in perfect harmony, the boat rocking just enough to feel like a dream.

Oh, I know it’s not much, but it’s the best I can do

My gift is my song and this one’s for you

And you can tell everybody this is your song

It may be quite simple but now that’s it’s done

I hope you don’t mind, I hope you don’t mind

That I put down into words

How wonderful life is while you’re in this world

The world fades away, leaving only the two of them lost in the moment. Renae looks into Joel’s shiny orbs, seeing nothing but love and adoration reflecting back at her. She finally feels like she’s where she’s supposed to be in life - she’s finally found her happiness.

You see, I’ve forgotten if they’re green or they’re blue

Anyway, the thing is, what I really mean

Yours are the sweetest eyes I’ve ever seen

And you can tell everyone that this is your song

The song slowly comes to an end and Joel dips her slightly, causing her to let out a laugh of pure joy. He brings her back up, his arms wrapping around her in a tight embrace. “I love you,” he whispers, his voice filled with sincerity.

Tears gather in Renae’s eyes as she leans in to kiss him, her heart overflowing with happiness. The kiss is passionate but also sweet, short lived even. But the next thing she knows, Joel’s on one knee as he holds both her hands.

“Joel…”

“Renae,” he starts, “You are the love of my life. Your heart is so pure and full of joy, the way you’re passionate about your job is liberating. I find it incredibly attractive that you are your own woman and always have been. You don’t let others sway you, you stand on what you believe in.” He takes a breath to stop himself from crying.

“The way you treat Sarah, like she’s your own, is something that I love about you. N’ I know she loves you and would love to have you in her life as a mother figure. Then we can eventually have a little one of our own, to make you n’ me complete.” His words start to crack from the emotions he’s trying to hide, “Renae Russo, will you make me the happiest man n’ marry me?”

She's starstruck, she can’t believe he’s really asking her to marry him. Renae never thought he’d be open to the thought of marriage again, “Yes! Yes, of course I’ll marry you!” She practically sobs between laughs of disbelief.

He stands up and wraps his arms tightly around her body as she latches hers around his torso, then quickly lifts her face to kiss him with love. Their love story has been a rollercoaster ride, filled with ups and downs, but through it all, they have grown closer and stronger together.

Joel, a man who had sworn off marriage after a painful divorce, that she had officiated, is so in love with her that he broke that promise to himself. He feels like Renae’s worth breaking his own rules, because of the way she treats him and his daughter.

Then just like that, Sarah comes from behind Renae and pulls out a small black velvet box and hands it to Renae with a large smile with happy tears. Renae’s heart flutters at the act of Sarah giving her the engagement ring.

Renae's heart skips a beat as she opens the box to reveal a stunning engagement ring glistening in the light of the sun. Tears of joy well up in her eyes as she gazes between the ring, Joel, and then Sarah. With shaky fingers she takes the glistening diamond in her hands and she slides it on her ring finger, and she finally loses her composure.

“I love you both so much,” she chokes out as she reaches for both Joel and Sarah.

As the rest of the evening unfolds, Renae finds herself unable to take her eyes off the exquisite ring adorning her finger. Every glance at the diamond fills her with a sense of gratitude and wonder, reminding her of the love that transcends boundaries and embraces all possibilities.

Joel, unable to contain his own happiness, showers Renae with affection, his touch a constant reassurance of their shared journey ahead. With every caress and whisper promise, he silently vows to be the rock on which their unconventional love story can always thrive.

Renae knows that with Joel by her side, she has the unwavering support to pursue her dreams and create the life she has always envisioned. Their love was a testament to the beauty of breaking free from societal constraints and embracing a connection that defied all odds.

And as Renae drifts off to sleep that night, the tears of joy that had welled up in her eyes earlier now sparkles with a newfound hope and determination. She knows that with Joel and Sarah standing beside her, anything is possible, and her heart brimmed with excitement for the adventure that lay ahead.

[smok3r7]

"Why are you so obessed with found family?"

I watched this as a kid and internalized it for forever

[smok3r7]

Pinky Promise

OFC x OCDads best-friend

18+, mature

1• Hibiscus

Main Masterlist & Series Masterlist - My AO3

Summary: Fathers are supposed to be the ones taking care of their child, but Josephine’s life is the other way around. Her life is booze, her dad, and her dad’s best friend - what could go wrong?

Chapter summary: Some people get dealt pretty rough cards in life, Josephine’s life is full of them.

Word count: 3.4k

Warnings: Emetophobia warning (will be pretty consistent throughout the whole thing) (not descriptive in this one, just the aftermath/clean up! Will give fair warnings beforehand!)

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“I’m gonna go ride that!” Josephine slurs to the group of girls she met at the bar, as she eyes the mechanical bull. The group of three, who are all absolutely wasted, laugh and cheer her on to do it, following behind her so they can all watch.

With their cheers echoing in the background, Josephine mounts the mechanical beast, holding on tight with her right hand wrapped around the leather loop. “Let’s go, baby!” She purrs at Frankie, who runs the machine, making sure she’s showing her tits more than she needs to. He shows a flirty smirk and starts it up.

As it starts to spin slowly, leaning her forward and then backwards, her heart races with exhilaration - she’s done this countless times and yet every time she still gets giddy. Suddenly the speed of the bull picks up and whips her around, and she can feel her jean shorts ride up more and more on her ass and her tits bounce in her low cut shirt. The wind whips through her dark brown hair, and a sense of freedom washes over her.

Still holding on strong with one hand in the air and her hips move in rhythm with the machine, Josephine feels a surge of adrenaline coursing through her veins. The bar full of people blurs around her, and for a moment, nothing else exists but the thrill of the moment. She lets out a contagious laugh and holler, feeling alive and carefree.

The music blares, the lights flash, and for a moment, she feels truly alive. As she finally gets thrown off, she lands on the brown inflatable with a thud. Her friends rush over, helping her up, all of them breathless with laughter and adrenaline.

But instead of feeling defeated, she bursts into uncontrollable laughter, her new found friends cheering and rushing over to help her up. They are all breathless with laughter and adrenaline, sharing a moment of pure joy and camaraderie. As they walk away from the bull, Josephine knows she’ll be sore tomorrow, but still smiles.

“Girl, you set a new record!” The small blonde, whose name Josephine can’t remember, exclaims. Josephine playfully tells her to shut up and turns back towards the bull-board, sure enough she watches the guy write, Josephine - 2:03.

Let’s hear it for the new record holder, by three seconds, Josephineeeee!

After Frankie announces, the bar fills with hoots and hollers from every corner. Josephine turns back to the girls and does a playful bow to everyone in the bar, which makes her feel exhilarated. She can't believe she just broke the bar record for the bull ride, Nicky has been the record holder for twenty-seven years and Josephine just broke it by three seconds, absolutely wasted.

With the adrenaline still coursing through her veins, Josephine basks in the glory of her accomplishment, she drunkenly tells the girls the next round is on her.

The cheers of the crowd fade away into the thumping music, creating a euphoric atmosphere. With a smile on her face and a fire in her eyes she skips over to the bar and tells Eric, the bartender, to pour a round of the highest tequila he’s got.

She turns around and leans her elbows on the bar top, scanning the room to the best of her ability. The crowded bar is filled with chatter and laughter as the glasses clink and the music plays in the background. Just then, she sees a guy who looks all too familiar and is staring directly at her, but with the mix of booze and people, she can’t make him out.

“Romano-” he softly announces her last name.

“Thank you, Eric.” She swiftly turns around and grabs the four shot glasses. “Put it on my tab!” She tells him, but before she can leave, Eric stops her.

“Hey, good work up there.”

She gives a toothy smile and tells him thank you, before she carefully weaves through the bar of people. She reaches the tall table where the other girls are and sets the glasses down with a loud thud. They all thank her and tell her she’s the best, and she raises her glass, the amber liquid glistening in the low light, toasting to them for being her support tonight and how she loves them all.

Salude, Josephine toasts with a slam of the glass from the table, then she swallows the shot. Tequila burns down her throat, but she savors the warmth it brings, feeling a sense of liberation wash over her. She needed this night out after the hellish week she’s had because of her father, but there’s time later to worry about that.

“Good ridin’ there doll,” suddenly, an all too familiar voice says behind her, sending shivers down her spine. Before turning around she sees the looks on the blonde's face, she’s starstruck, so that also solidifies who it is.

Turning her body around she sees Joey Reed, her neighbor and her dad’s best friend, who she’s had the hots for, standing a few feet away from her with a mischievous twinkle in his brown orbs. His dark hair is in the beginning stage of growing back from a buzz cut, the one she loves so much, and there’s a five-o’clock shadow on the lower half of his face.

She loves when Joey looks like this, not shaggy like he does when it’s all grown out and not too mean when he freshly cuts it all down. This is just perfect.

Despite her racing heart and butterflies in her stomach, she musters a confident smile and purrs, "Thanks, Joey. I didn't know you were watching." She takes a breath as she does a quick glance of his body; a fitting black long sleeve and baggy blue jeans, with his brown work boots that have old and new oil stains splattered on them.

His grin widens at her reaction to seeing him, and he takes a step closer, the air between them crackling with unspoken tension. Their eyes lock in a silent conversation, a dance of desire and anticipation. In that fleeting moment, she realizes that maybe, just maybe, her secret crush on him isn’t so secret after all.

“I’m always watchin’,” he admits as he leans down to her right ear, “which is why I gotta take you home, now.” His voice is different from when he walked up to her, more demanding and not as flirty. Joey's words echo in her mind, making her feel annoyed and angry. She knows he means well, but his sudden shift in demeanor caught her off guard, but she’s used to it after so many years of the same thing.

She can’t deny the protective instinct in his voice, but she resents the implication that she needs his guidance. Josephine has always been fiercely independent, especially these past handful years and Joey's attempt to control her actions only fuels her rebellious spirit.

Ignoring the knot of emotions in her chest, Josephine squares her shoulders and meets Joey's gaze head-on. "I appreciate your concern, but I can take care of myself," she says firmly, “Have a good night, doll.” She throws the enduring nickname back at him, clearly making a point.

Joey blinks in surprise, clearly not expecting her defiance. He knew Josephine was gonna be a bit of a challenge, but not this bad. She stands before him, hand on her hip, her seafoam green-blue eyes narrow in determination. Joey can’t help but admire her spirit, even as frustration brews within him.

She’s not going to make things easy for him, that much was clear to him. Which is exactly what she wants out of this situation, so she playfully blows a kiss to him and turns around to her girlfriends for the night.

“Who’s that?” The tall dark haired girl asks Josephine, clearly wondering if she can get with him or not.

Josephine chuckles to herself. “My neighbor and dads buddy, he’s just tryin’ to keep me outta trouble,” she confesses, “but sometimes I just can’t-“ Before she can finish her sentence, she feels a hand on her wrist that spins her around and she’s suddenly thrown over Joey's shoulder.

“Yo- what the fuck, Joey?!” She curses him out as she tries to kick and punch any part of his muscular body, but she ultimately fails. “Put me down right now- I’m not ready to go home- Joey-“

“Just stop,” he barks to her, which stops her sporadic movements, “Night ladies, I’m sure you’ll be seein’ Josephine here again.” His tone switches to be playful and nice to them while he’s still annoyed with her on his shoulder.

With her still perched on his shoulder and his arms wrapped around her thighs holding her in place, he sighs inwardly, wondering how he always ends up in these situations with her, but at the same time he knows why she acts this way.

Her damn father.

—

Joey hands Josephine a Barbie colored pink bike helmet, the one he specifically got for her, but she drunkenly refuses, fearing it will mess up her hair. She loves his Harley bike, she wishes she could have one of her own but she knows that’s not in her cards right now.

"Doll, it's already messed up and looks like shit," he admits, urging her to listen to him. "Put this on, hop on the back, and shut up. Easy as pie." He adds with a smirk as he sits on the bike with his torso turned to her, the helmet still in his hand.

“You’re an asshole, ‘ya know that?” Josephine scoffs as she snags the pink helmet from his hand and reluctantly puts it on, somehow with that last shot flowing through her, she’s able to loop the buckle underneath her chin.

“Wouldn’t wanna be any other way doll,” he admits with a smile as he watches her stand next to him, her face still plastered with annoyance, “plus, you know you love it.”

The laugh that leaves her chest is genuine when she hears that, “No I don’t, Joey.” Her arms now fold against her chest and her right hip pops out, trying to show as much attitude as she possibly can. But he doesn’t bite the bait she left out, “Sure you don’t. If you didn’t, you wouldn’t be standin’ here still, now would you?”

“Shut up.” She rolls her eyes and smiles as she admits defeat in this one, but she knows she’ll get another chance to win. “You gonna let me on or what?”

She watches the way he smirks and stands up for her to sit behind him and she can’t help but feel her heart flutter as she lifts her left leg over the seat so she can sit. Hold on, doll face, he tells her as he starts the bike up, Josephine just smiles at his witty comment and wraps her arms around his toned torso.

The engine’s loud as he revs and takes off out the parking lot, the cool fall night sobering her up, her grip around him tightens. She can feel his body, the slightly abed torso and wider shoulders create this feeling of relief in her. His smell of sweat, car body shop, and cologne make her feel like she’s home, like she doesn’t want to be anywhere else.

As much as she hates to admit it, she loves being on the bike with him, it’s like an escape of all her responsibilities that she has. She just wishes he didn't try to parent her all the time. She is twenty seven, after all, and perfectly capable of making her own decisions, much like she has for the past seven-ish years.

But ultimately, in moments like this, with the wind in her hair and the thrill of the ride with Joey, she lets go of her frustrations and simply enjoys the freedom of the open road with the man she does really care for and respect. She wishes all her nights could be like this one; on the bike with Joey.

The chill of the breeze flying by her bare legs and face out on the open road make her feel alive. But deep down, she knows that this fleeting escape from reality won’t last. Her poor excuse of a father, drowning in his own demons, will inevitably drag her down with him.

His addiction to booze has turned their home into a living hell, filled with broken promises and shattered dreams. Her life used to mean something, she was going to college to become an engineer for god sake, but now all she does is babysit her father while she makes some of the same mistakes.

She’s thankful for Joey, if her dad and him never got close, she doesn’t know where she would be or how she’d be. He’s her rock, as much as he can get on her nerves.

Despite the chaos surrounding her, Josephine holds onto the moments of peace she finds on the back of Joey's bike, hoping that one day they will outweigh the darkness that threatens to consume her world.

As she holds onto Joey tightly, she wishes for a different life, a life without the constant struggle and pain. But for now, all she can do is enjoy the sacred moments of happiness that come her way, hoping that someday things will change for the better.

She lays the side of her face between his shoulder blades the best she can with her helmet and she just watches the way the lights on the buildings blur past. It all looks like a painting of a city where a girl doesn’t belong, or at least isn’t where she should be in her life.

She can tell they’re almost home, the small shops start to look familiar again which causes her stomach to tie into knots - she doesn’t want to go home. She doesn’t want to have to clean up whatever mess her father created.

If she asked, Joey would let her stay with him for the night, but she doesn’t. She doesn’t want to be more of a burden than she already feels like she is. He goes out of his way to keep up with her and she knows he’d rather be out fucking some girl he met at the bar, which Josephine probably cock-blocked him from tonight with her shenanigans.

So she leaves the question in her head.

As he pulls into the driveway, next to her car, her heart sinks. The house looks quiet, just like she thought. She takes a deep breath, gathers her courage, and steps off the bike.

“You want me to come in and help with Neil?” Joey sincerely asks her, as much as he plays around with her, he really does care about her well-being. He knows she’s almost at her breaking point and he doesn’t want her to get there.

She unloops her helmet and hands it to him, “No,” she sighs, now sober from the ride home, “I got it. I’m just gonna deal with it now and go right to bed. Thank you, Joey.”

“It’s really no problem-“

“I said I got it. See you tomorrow,” she blurts out her voice tinged with frustration, not trying to be rude but she can’t help it. But the thought of cleaning up her dad's vomit for the fourth time this week was wearing her patience thin.

As Joey stares sadly at her from his motorcycle, she can see the genuine concern in his eyes. Despite her stubborn independence, she wishes she could let him in, let him help bear the burden that seems to grow heavier with each passing day. But her pride and resentment stand like barriers between them, leaving Joey on the sidelines, longing to be the support she needs but can’t bring herself to accept.

She spins on her heels and she’s up on her porch when she hears Joey say, night Josephine, and back out her driveway and ride to his, right next door. She smiles softly, the fact he dropped her off at her house instead of his just takes a load off, even something as small as dropping her off at her home, can mean so much to her.

—

As she stands in the threshold of the front door, a sense of dread fills her. The stench of alcohol and vomit hang heavy in the air. The familiar sight of her dad passed out on the couch greets her, but this time, it’s different.

Instead of chaos, there’s an eerie kind of calmness in the air. The TV blares the sound of Family Guy, providing a temporary escape for her father and in all honesty, Josephine too. It’s one of those silly shows she and he would watch before his work accident seven years ago. And they still do, but not as often.

With a heavy sigh, she closes the front door, locking both the deadbolt and handle. Sliding her shoes off, she goes straight to the cleaning closet tucked away in the long hallway on the other side of the house.

The hallway leads to the main floor bathroom, branching off from the elegant dining room and cozy front rooms of her old Victorian house. About four years ago, Josephine actually bought the house from her dad because she knew he wasn’t going to be able to afford it since he wasn’t working.

So instead of being in fear of getting foreclosed on, she decided to bite the bullet and handle it. At the time it hurt her wallet tremendously, but about a year ago she was finally able to have a savings account again and some fun money.

As she reaches for the cleaning supplies, memories flood her mind - memories of laughter, tears, and love shared within these walls, specifically with her dad. It’s really sad knowing he used to be the best father, especially after her mom died after giving birth. He made it his mission to never let Josephine feel the weight of losing both parents, but somewhere along the line, he broke that promise to her.

After grabbing the handful of things she needs, she heads back to the living room and kneels down to clean the mess on the carpet, her heart heavy with a mix of frustration and sadness. As she cleans up, memories of happier times with her dad flicker through her mind, reminding her of the man he used to be and will never be again.

With a deep sigh, Josephine throws the trash into the bucket she grabbed and looks at her dad, peacefully passed out. Much like Joey, his hair is buzzed but his beard is a bit longer than his. But he also looks sick, his cheeks sunken in and his skin color is more yellowish than normal.

A wave of sadness washes over her. He looks so different today than he used to almost a decade ago, his usual vibrant spirit nowhere to be found. She remembers the days when he used to play with her in the garden, his laughter filling the air. But now, he lies there, a mere shadow of the man he once was.

She tucks her dad in with a thin blanket and turns the TV volume down a few, so it’s not blasting through the walls. She doesn’t need to, or want to, watch this right now. All she wants to do is shower and crawl into her bed for the last bit of night she has left, since it is two-thirty in the morning.

As much as she hates this lifestyle, it’s the best case scenario in her home.

It’s been seven years of the same cycle. Coming home or waking up to vomit and/or blood somewhere, knowing that means he wants her to clean it up, mainly because he can’t.

Then when she’s done, grabs him his fifth of vodka from the freezer he bought the night before. Put it in a cooler with ice and set it next to him with a bucket, just in case he has to throw up again. And leave him in the living room where he plays video games, all day. Or sleeps.

All day.

Which is exactly what she does now, after cleaning up his mess, like always.

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They Always Come Back

Aaron Hotchner x f!reader

Explicit, 18+

So Much For, Dumb College Love

Main Masterlist & Series Masterlist - My AO3

Summary: You and Aaron met in college, Criminology Major, funny enough. Throughout your five years at George Washington College, you and Hotchner had this on and off again relationship; it was all fun until you started to realize that you loved him. After graduation the two of you cut ties and left it as dumb college love, going your separate ways. After a decade you finally land your dream job, a seat at the BAU; however when you notice the name copied on the email, you can’t believe your eyes.

Chapter Summary: Some souls are meant for each other and some aren’t.

Word count: 3.3k

The finale is here guys…I’m so proud of this story and am so happy that you guys love it! I hope this is all you guys hoped for, these two will forever hold a special spot in my heart<3

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After a grueling week, working on one of the most challenging and traumatic cases you’ve encountered since you started half a year ago, the team decided to unwind with some drinks at their favorite dive bar - The Diamond. Tucked away on a quiet corner, the place is smaller than most bars, with just a jukebox to fill the air with nostalgic tunes.

The ambiance is calming but also lively, with the sound of laughter and chatter blending in seamlessly. The dim lights cast a warm glow, making everyone feel comfortable and at ease, as if they have found their own little sanctuary in the bustling city.

As you all sit around a table, the weight of the week slowly lifts off everyone's shoulders. Laughter fills the air as stories are shared and jokes, finding solace in each other's company. In this moment, surrounded by good company and good vibes, you feel grateful for them all and for the simple pleasure of being together in this hidden gem of a bar.

The bartender, Josie, is a gorgeous young woman they have come to know well and absolutely love; her radiant smile and effortless charm always make your heart skip a beat. With a flick of her wrist, she expertly pours out your favorite concoction, a Jack & Coke, the perfect balance of sweet and fiery that never fails to soothe your soul.

Especially after cases.

As you take the first sip, the cool liquid slides down your throat, and you can’t help but marvel at how Josie always seems to know exactly what you need. In that moment, surrounded by the comforting buzz of the bar and the soft murmur of familiar voices, even with all the disasters you and your team endure, this is the life you want.

The dimly lit bar provides a cozy sanctuary where you can forget about the horrors of the case, if only for a few hours. After a second drink, the team finds themselves opening up about their fears and struggles, forging a stronger bond in the process.

“Alright,” Garcia slams the last of her drink, “Enough dark nasty talk! What’s everyone’s plans for the weekend?” She’s never been one to keep up with the unhuman behaviors the rest of the team can, which is perfectly normal - and necessary. Sometimes you and the others can get caught up in the sad side of reality, when there’s so much more to life.

While J.J talks about how she’s going out with her two boys this weekend to her moms, you can’t help but notice the small glares from Aaron, the tension thick in the air. The conversation then moves to Emily, who says she’s going to Atlantic City tomorrow early afternoon and hints at her ‘Sin To Win’ weekend. You can’t help the small cheer that leaves your mouth before you chug the last bit of liquor and soda, clinking glasses with the girls while the guys chuckle to themselves.

But with a flash of light Derek, the observant one and jokester in the group, notices the brief glances between you and Aaron, he can’t resist commenting, "Love birds…will you two just give it up already?"

Suddenly, with the attention being brought to you guys, you can’t help but laugh at Derek, a genuine but terrified laugh. Then, you and Aaron exchange a sheepish smile, the air between you crackled with unspoken attraction, nerve-wracking more than anything. Laughter bubbles up, masking the underlying meaning, but the rest of the team observes, sensing a shift in the dynamics between you two but brushing off the fact of it all.

What began as a mature decision to work together now seems to be evolving into something deeper, more stirring. With each shared glance and lighthearted banter, it becomes increasingly clear that there’s a spark between you that refuses to be ignored - ever since the unplanned kiss. The realization dawns on everyone present, prompting knowing looks and whispered conversations.

As the night wears on, the playful teasing continues, but this time with a hint of something more meaningful. Perhaps the weekend drinks have let some of the team let their tongues loose more than normal, which you really don’t mind but you just wish that topic would change.

The main concern being that Derek saw you and Aaron kiss that night in Aaron’s office a few months ago. He hasn't treated you any differently besides making jokes here and there about you and Aaron, a lot like how Garcia and him do. It's not any of Derek’s business right now, especially when you don’t even know what the kiss means.

You try to push the thought to the back of your mind, focusing on work and daily tasks. But every time Derek cracks a joke or gives you a knowing look, you feel a pang of guilt and confusion. Was the kiss just a moment of impulse, or does it signify something more between you and Aaron?

You can’t help from the memory of the warm, familiar kiss from Aaron a few months ago lingering in your mind, you just can’t stop thinking about it or him. The music loud, the atmosphere vibrant, but all you can do is look at Aaron. The moment replays over and over, like a record.

You had longed to feel his touch again after a decade of separation, but now that he’s your boss, everything feels different. The forbidden nature of your desires adds a layer of complexity to your relationship. But it somehow makes you want more.

“Well,” Aaron announces, slamming the last of his scotch followed by the sound of the glass on the table, “I’m going to head home, you guys enjoy the rest of the night.”

The table erupts in sarcastic boo’s as Hotch backs out after just a couple of drinks, a familiar sight for you and everyone else. Despite his tough exterior, Hotch was always the first to leave after difficult cases.

It makes you wonder if he carries the weight of these cases heavier than the rest, or if he simply needs a break from the relentless demands of their job. Perhaps both reasons rang true in their own way.

As you watch him slip away into the night, a sense of understanding washes over you. In a world filled with chaos and uncertainty, sometimes the strongest ones need a moment of solitude to process it all.

“Bye man!” Derek raises his glass with a tipsy smile on his lips.

“Drive safe!” Your tone is a mix of giggles and seriousness, the liquor making you more bold than normal, but you instantly regret it.

The last thing you want is for the team to think you’re obsessed or pining over Aaron, even though you are, they don’t need to know that. The ache of unspoken affections weigh on you as you watch Emily and Garcia giggle at you as they take a sip of their beverages, you wish you could turn back time and keep your feelings hidden.

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Stumbling towards Aaron's apartment, you feel disoriented and confused as the world spins around you in a hazy blur. You have no recollection of how you got here, or why you are in such a drunken state.

The memories from earlier in the night are fuzzy, but you vaguely remember drinking with Emily and Derek, the last remaining ones of the night. Flashes of laughter and camaraderie float through your mind, mingling with the haze of alcohol.

You drunkenly giggle to yourself while slightly bouncing from wall to wall down the hallway, making sure to miss apartment doors. Your blurry vision adds to the challenge, but you're determined to reach his apartment no matter what.

Each bounce brings a wave of laughter, echoing through the quiet corridor. The dim hallway lights flicker above, casting shadows that dance along the walls.

You stumble but manage to regain your balance, feeling a rush of exhilaration with each step. The sounds of your footsteps echo in the empty hallway, guiding you forward. Despite the haze of alcohol clouding your mind, you feel a sense of freedom and adventure in this moment.

With a mischievous grin, you continue your tipsy journey, eager to see where the night will take you. But then you feel something tell you to stop in your tracks, looking up from the floor you notice you’re in front of his place, F268. You stand outside Aaron's door, you realize the gravity of your situation - you have no idea what you’re here for.

With a headache forming and a sense of uneasiness, you reach out to knock on the door, hoping that Aaron will let you in. Your mind races with thoughts of what he’s going to say or even do when he sees you.

The lingering taste of alcohol on your tongue is a bitter reminder of the night's indulgence. Emily and Derek dancing, laughing, and singing with you till closing, the memories bounce around your pounding head. Your heels cause you to stumble, even while standing in one spot, causing you to giggle a bit louder.

What happened after the drinks and laughter? And how did I end up here, at Aaron's apartment? The answers elude you as you struggle to make sense of the night's events.

Knock, knock.

Next thing you know, he answers the door in nothing but dark blue plaid pajama pants, pleasantly surprised by you drunk in his hallway, he rubs his eyes, still trying to process your unexpected visit. The faint smell of alcohol lingers in the air as you meet his gaze with a mischievous grin.

"What are you doin' here?" Aaron asks, his voice laced with confusion and sleepiness.

You can't hold back a drunken giggle and blurt out, "Thought I'd surprise you."

His thick eyebrows shoot up in surprise, but a smile tugs at the corners of his lips. The dim lights in his foyer reveal Aaron's puzzled expression as he stares at you, a subtle smile plays on his lips, but his puzzled expression gives away his confusion. The tension in the air makes you feel uneasy, almost as if you have disappointed him in some way.

“Your place is closer than mine,” you confess shyly, leaning your back on the hallway wall behind you for balance. Aaron's gaze is piercing, making you squirm under his scrutiny, “I’m too drunk to walk to mine and I just figured you be okay with me-“

"Just come in.” He cuts your drunken rambling before you make even more of a fool of yourself, grabbing your wrist to pull you in, causing you to stumble on your heels. The room spins as you try to regain your balance, the smell of warm candles and Aaron overwhelming your senses.

You catch a glimpse of his intense gaze, filled with a mix of concern and frustration. As he calmly guides you to his warm toned couch, you mumble an apology, but he just shakes his head, a small smile playing on his lips.

"You need to slow down, dear," he says softly, his voice cutting through the haze in your mind, “I’m gonna grab a water, just- sit here, please.”

It’s easy for you to read him, even when drunk. You can tell he’s confused on how you even found his apartment, but he let you in regardless - because you know he really cares.

With the best of your ability, while he disappears into what you can only assume is his kitchen, you scan his living room. It's simple, like any man, but it’s got a sense of comfort with it. The worn-out armchair by the window, the stack of books on the coffee table and a bunch more on his shelves that fence the large tv, and the flickering candles creating a warm ambiance - all familiar sights that make you feel at home despite the haze of alcohol clouding your mind.

You catch a glimpse of old photographs on the wall, each telling a story of a moment frozen in time, then you stop. A picture of you and him in college hangs above a side table with a record player on it, the one of you both from the fair in your hometown, your breath catches in your throat and tears brim your eyes. He’s missed me just as much.

After all this time, he still loves you.

You always believed he was fine without you, but now you realize the depth of his feelings. The realization brings a smile to your face as you think about the moments you shared together. Despite the distance and time apart, there is a strong connection that still binds you.

"Aaron..." you mumble and get up from the couch, the room swirling slightly from the multiple Jack & cokes. Slowly, you make your way towards the familiar picture hanging on the wall. The golden frame catches the dim light, casting a warm glow on your smiling face next to his. Memories flood back as you trace the outline of his features with your fingertip, feeling the nostalgia strike deep in your heart.

In the quiet moment by yourself, surrounded by the echoes of the past, you feel a sense of peace wash over you. You remember the moments shared, the dreams woven together, and the heartbreak so many years ago. As you reflect on the times you spent together, you realize that Aaron will always be a part of you, no matter where life takes you.

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“I couldn’t find anywhere in my heart to get rid of that.”

In the dimly lit room, Aarons smooth voice startles you, causing you to turn towards him. Your eyes fall on the two tall glasses of water placed on the coffee table, one for you and one for him. The alcohol coursing through your veins makes you feel comfortable yet emotional.

You struggle to utter any words, but ultimately they fail to escape your lips. Your gaze shifts back to the wall, a bittersweet reminder of the past, but you can't help from wondering how things could have been different.

A soft silence lingers between you and him, the weight of untold words hangs heavily in the air, filling the room with unspoken truths and lingering regrets.

“Do you think that- that this could work again?” You softly whisper as a small tear falls onto your warm cheek. Your feet hurt from the heels you’ve been in for hours now, causing you to sit back onto the couch, all while staring at him.

Aaron doesn’t respond, it's hard to tell if his silence is intentional or if he's just at a loss for words, either way a sharp pang of hurt pierces through you. You wonder if he even hears you, or if your words are falling on deaf ears. It’s really unsettling how much you don’t know him anymore, college you would know exactly this kind of silence means. But you don’t know.

The silence between you grows, it feels thick like a heavy fog descending upon the room, which starts to make you angry. You just asked him a simple, yet loaded, question and the least he can do is answer it. You look up at him as he sits down next to you, leaving a couple inches of space between you and him.

Frustration bubbles up inside you as you wait for his response, your patience wearing thin, faster than it normally does. The question seems to hang in the air, demanding to be acknowledged. You can’t understand why he remains so quiet, so distant.

Finally, unable to contain your irrational emotions any longer, you break the silence with a trembling, yet stern voice. "Why won't you fucking answer me?" Your words echo, pleading for some semblance of understanding.

But still, he remains silent, his eyes betraying a turmoil of emotions you still can’t decipher. Another few seconds of silence go by and you finally feel like you’ve had enough, so you push your hands on your knees and stand up. You try your best to balance yourself before you storm off, while telling him to fuck off.

Just when you think you are free to walk away, Aaron's sudden move catches you off guard. His grip on your wrist is firm, yet tender, pulling you close to him against your will. The intensity in his dark brown eyes sends a shiver down your spine, as conflicting emotions swirl inside you. You can feel the heat of his breath against your skin, his presence enveloping you completely.

In this moment, as you stand locked in a silent battle of wills, you realize that he’s head over heels for you just as much as you are for him.

“Yes,” Aaron loudly confesses, “I do think this can work again. You don’t know how hard this past decade has been for me, even harder the last couple of months having to work with you.” With his arms still around you, he purrs your name, “I love you more than anything.”

As his words sink in, the tension between you dissolves, replaced by a flood of emotions. The past grievances and misunderstandings fade away, leaving space for a new beginning.

With his dark eyes staring down into yours, he squeezes your body closer to him, "You make work enjoyable again. You make me comfortable in who I am," Aaron firmly tells you, "When you broke it off before we graduated, I felt like I lost a huge part of myself. But I know we wouldn't have lasted long after, it needed to happen."

The honesty in his words sends shivers down your spine as you realize the depth of his feelings. In the soft candle light, you see the vulnerability in his face as he speaks to you. His brows are relaxed but stern at the same time, revealing the rawness of his emotions.

His words echo in your brain, You make me comfortable in who I am. It's a simple statement, yet it holds so much weight. You realize, you have the power to ease his insecurities, to make him feel understood.

As you gaze into his eyes, you see a glimmer of gratitude mixed with a hint of fear of rejection. And in that moment, you know that you hold a piece of his heart in your hands—a fragile, precious gift that you vow to protect. And with that, you wrap your arms around the back of his neck and pull his face into yours in a gentle, yet needy, kiss.

The warmth of his touch ignites a fire within you, a fierce determination to shield his vulnerability from the world's cruelty, even with the cruel job.

As you hold him close, his heartbeat echoes in sync with yours, a symphony of love and longing. In the silent language of your entwined bodies, you find peace and understanding. Each kiss is a promise, a whispered vow of eternal devotion to each other, once again.

In this timeless embrace, you and Aaron are bound by an unbreakable bond, a fusion of souls that transcend words, ultimately meaning to end up with one another. Together, you forged a love story written in the stars, a tale of two hearts intertwined in a symphony of passion and tenderness.

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Too real 😭

Unreliable narrator? More like unreliable author

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My brain with they always come back 😭

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unfortunately “we shouldn’t be doing this” sounds really hot during sex

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Currently 😵‍💫🧘🏼‍♀️

Me: *needs motivation to work on my current WIP*

My dumbass brain:

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