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what are joel, sarah, ellie, and reader doing on a typical day like today?
i had an ickle answer for you, non, but then @mrsmando sent me this tiktok and said it was scom coded, and - well. here's what my babies were up to today.
the whole world 1.8k words warnings: lots of sickly-sweet family love, couple teeny mentions of ellie throwing up, joel's a flirt at the end
“…beautiful blue skies all day today with highs of eighty in some parts, cooling down into the sixties as we head into the evening…”
Your skin still smells like the pool.
Chlorine, chemical summer – and the sweet spritz of sunscreen. It’s still glistening, still shiny and tacky on your arms.
The girls were bathed the second you got back inside. Sleeves rolled to your elbows; suds slipping down swollen, sun-kissed cheeks.
One hand at Ellie’s back, the other swishing water at her tummy to make her giggle. Joel knelt at your side, wrestling with Sarah over a soaked sponge the entire time.
He kept wringing it over her head, cracking up at the look on her face – water dripping from the tip of her nose and her pouted bottom lip.
Mama, she announced – with a twang even sweeter than her dad’s – I ain’t talkin’ to Daddy no more.
You scoffed, nudging a rubber duck along the water to Ellie’s open hands. I’ll believe that when I see it, Duck.
As the water drained from the tub, Sarah let Joel bundle her in a towel and follow her – a trail of damp footprints along the hall carpet – into her bedroom to grab her pajamas.
Lasted long, didn’t it? you muttered to Ellie, swaddling her in a dino bathrobe.
It’s May. Everything is alive and bursting with color. The birds and the bugs and the static from the radio. The windchimes and the orange slices and the tickticktick of the neighbor’s kid’s bicycle, whirring past the house.
Your daughters giggle, sharing secrets through nuzzling noses and flashing toothless grins. Nearly seven and just turned one. All their mom’s beauty with their dad’s old soul, so you’ve been told.
You figure it’s just a flowery way of saying perfect. Everything about them is perfect.
Everything about this is perfect. The slow-setting sun, needling between the trees as she slips from the sky. The cool shade under the porch, the soft tinkle of ice in your glass. The scrape of the dog’s claws on the wood as she slumps down.
This life you’ve dreamt up, held together by string lights and hanging plants; made real by the trike parked over in the corner, the teething toy wetting the tablecloth.
It’s all so fucking perf–
A clatter echoes from the kitchen.
“Shit – Jesus –” Joel hisses, another crashing sound swallowing the rest.
Sarah peers up at you, eyes wide. Knees tucked under her chin, tiny in the chair beside you.
“Did you hear that?” you ask her, lifting your eyebrows. Doing your best not to break into a grin.
The corners of her mouth twitch. She looks just like you, in this light. Same cheeky smirk. You never really noticed it until you saw it on her.
“No,” she mumbles, pressing her lips into her knee. She giggles.
Your eyes thin. “Mhm.”
“Mhm,” she mimics, reaching for her Barbie.
You lean back in your chair, arms wrapping a little tighter around the toddler in your lap. “You sure you’re okay in there?” you call through the house.
Joel’s arm swats around the kitchen doorframe. “Fine,” he says. “Fine. It’s just – goddamn it – it’s fine.”
“Heard that,” Sarah says. She stares at the doll’s hair, combing it flat.
“Shh,” you whisper, hearing the creak of the floorboards.
Joel materializes on the porch, balancing three plates in his arms. A stained towel slung over his shoulder, his shirt unbuttoned and chest dappled with sweat.
“Alright,” he pants, bending to set yours down first.
Ellie twists in your arms, her green terrycloth spikes flapping as she turns. The hood slips over her eyes and you pull her free.
You grab her hands before she can slam two tiny fists into the ravioli. “Jesus, Nel,” you snort.
She pulls herself to her feet, swaying from side to side on your thighs. Watching Joel intently as he sets Sarah’s plate down, then his own.
He straightens, running the towel between his hands. “Can I sit next to Mama?” he asks his daughter.
She shakes her head. “I’m showin’ her my Barbies.”
“Can you show her them from your own chair, Duck?”
Another head shake. “How is she s’posed to see ‘em?”
His eyes flash up to yours. His expression sets like stone.
All these years, all that time you spent desperately trying to crack him. Chiseling away with tools made from jokes, from teasing. From frisbeeing his newspaper and aiming for his plant pots.
A little smile; a quiet, “How am I s’posed to see ‘em, Joel?” – and you melt him instantly.
He breathes a laugh, shaking his head as he wanders around the table. This huge, broad man, squeezing into the space by the windowsill. Dotted with toy animals and scattered miniature accessories.
He pulls the chair out and settles back into it.
You nudge his calf beneath the table.
Joel’s hands find your knees, slipping around them. He pulls your ankles into his lap, thumb trailing circles on your skin, and picks up his fork.
“Alright, Duckie,” you elbow her gently, “Barbies down. Look what Daddy made us.”
She fixes the pink pumps back onto the doll’s feet, straightens her spacesuit, and sits her carefully on the edge of the table.
Ellie blows a raspberry and collapses again into your lap. She yawns, turning to snuggle into your chest.
“You wanna try a little?” you whisper, blowing on a piece of ravioli.
She steals it from your fork and suckles on it. Her long lashes blink slower and slower until her eyes are closed, full cheeks still chewing.
Joel scoffs. “That’s her mom. Right there, that’s all you.”
“Fallin’ asleep with food in her mouth?” you chuckle, kissing her head. “Glad I’m leavin’ some legacy.”
“Uhuh,” he replies, tongue in his cheek. His eyes flash golden when they meet yours, brighter than the sun.
Ellie’s warm under your cheek; her skin still as soft and plushy as the day you met her. She quietens, stills as she drifts off. She’s solid in your arms – sturdier than her sister ever was at her age.
Or, as her uncle Tommy said, the first time he held her: She weighs a goddamn ton, don’t she?
She weighs nothing to you. Your arms were made for cradling her. Hips were designed to hold her. She’s the perfect size to fit in the crook of her dad’s arm. Her favorite game is being tossed in the air by him until she throws up.
“Ah-ah, Duck. Not right now,” Joel says, shaking his head. “Wait ‘til we’re done, or she’ll just beg.”
Sarah huffs, lifting her fork from the dog’s mouth. “Sorry, Shim.”
The shepherd trots around to Joel’s side, settling her chin on his thigh. She breathes a pleading sigh.
“I know, girl,” he ruffles her ears, “I ain’t fair to ya, am I?”
She falls to a heap under the table, and spends the meal pouncing at scraps Sarah accidentally drops.
The sky drains, the world darkening until you’re lit in shades of orange and gold; the candles flickering and stretching funny shadows across the porch ceiling.
Joel bribes Sarah with staying up later, so long as she helps him clear the table. She babbles away as they fill the sink with dishes; follows at his heels and catches him up on the politics of second grade.
He leans down to take Ellie – sound asleep and snoring – from you.
“Thank you,” you whisper against his lips, “I love you.”
“Love you too,” he says, and kisses you. “C’mon, Duckie,” he groans as she climbs into his other arm. “Bedtime.”
Upstairs, you split off into the girls’ rooms. Shimmer follows you into Sarah’s, curling up at her feet in a nest of pink blankets.
Your firstborn is already tucked under her covers, her nightlight spinning hazy stars around the walls.
“How much do I love you?” you whisper, stroking her hair.
Sarah takes a few seconds to answer, sleep already overcoming her. “More…more ‘n the…” she yawns, “…more ‘n the whole world, Mama…”
“The whole world,” you repeat, leaning forward to kiss her forehead. “Sweet dreams, little Duckie.”
Joel meets you in the hallway. He holds the baby monitor up. The screen lights; the fuzzy outline of your baby in her cot. Arms outstretched, above her head; fists balled and a determined frown on her face as she snoozes.
“Like a log,” Joel mutters, nudging you over to the stairs. “’nother thing she got from her mom.”
You smile – a loose, sleepy thing. “’s my girl.”
He follows you downstairs.
The reflections of the candles glint from each photo frame on the wall, lighting them one by one as you pass. First birthdays, first Christmases. Sarah perched atop a pony in Jackson; Joel in a suit holding Ellie, seconds before she spat milk down his tie.
Each one a tiny thread, linking you from who you were to who you are now. Stringing you together, binding the wound you never knew how to tend to.
At the bottom of the stairs, you feel a tug from your back pocket.
“Joel –” you giggle, stumbling into his arms. “We got dishes to – Joel –”
“Come on,” he whispers against your lips, stealing soft kisses. “It’s a nice night, let’s just sit for a while.”
He leads you out front and rocks back on the swing. He sets the monitor down at his feet and opens his arms. A goofy smile on his face, eyes twinkling.
You fold your arms. “You’re a fucking idiot.”
“I know. But I love you.”
Your breath catches, the way it always does. Almost seven years, two kids and a fucking joint mortgage – and it still catches you off guard when you remember.
He loves you. He always did.
“That’s what makes you the idiot,” you reply, stepping forward. You slip into his lap, knees either side of his hips, and link your arms around his neck. “Fell in love with your nemesis.”
“Hm.” Joel’s arms scoop around your butt. “All that time, I thought we were friends.”
You laugh, leaning in to him. “We were never friends,” you say, “I never wanted to be just your friend.”
His chest rumbles beneath yours. He presses more kisses into your neck, kneading your waist. He takes your jaw, pulling back to look at you.
This man, and the silver through his beard, and the marks on his careful hands. This man, who never looked surer of himself – never looked more like the gleeful kid you once spotted in a photo frame – than when he has one daughter in one arm and the other slung over his back.
This man, who once built you a closet in exchange for a fake date. Who, drunk on liquor and something more, followed you back to your hotel room and changed you forever.
Made you his, forever.
You forget what it ever felt like to be anything else.
hozier at forest hills stadium (6/7/24)
one of the best concerts i’ve attended ☆
Me: I don't even listen to Hozier
Also me: ILL TAKE MY WHISKEY NEEAAAAAT MY COFFEE BLACK AND MY BED AT 3 YOURE TOO SWEET FOR MEEE
Ok so i have written an idea of a sort of enemys go lovers steddie fic bases on too sweet by hozier (sort of beacuse they enemys is strictly in Eddie head)
If people are intrested i fully intent on making it a thing :)
hozier really was like imma make a song for the girlies with the fucked up sleep schedules like good for all you well-adjusted watch the sunrise people but the rest of us are simply gonna snork mimimi till midday peace and love
Twelve string guitar my belov ed
is the new Hozier's song "Too Sweet" for ... diabetic people......? like... I mean...
Too sweet! Crying 😭💕
The first "I love you"
Detective Loki Fluff af
Just a very short thing nobody asked for, but I'm in love with this man.
Warnings: David being love-starved and a little suggestive ending
Like 500 words.
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You sat alone with your eyes glued to your phone's screen. But hours passed and David didn't call. You knew it meant he wasn't coming home that night. It was frustrating, but you understood.
So you placed your phone on the nightstand and laid down in bed, struggling to find a comfortable position. You rolled to David's side and felt something under you. The shirt he sleeps in. You grabbed it and placed it on his pillow. Rolled in bed again. You sighed and reached for his shirt. You ran your fingers through the soft fabric and smiled. It smelled just like him. It smelled like the days you were able to wake up by his side. So you brought the shirt to your chest and thought about him until you fell asleep.
A few hours later, David arrived. And just like every other night, he took a shower and tried to be as quiet as possible, to not wake you up. He walked into the bedroom and ran his hand through the bedsheets, looking for his shirt, but he couldn't find it. So he used his phone to light up the bed quickly. Nothing. Until his eyes laid on you and realized you were hugging his shirt.
He smiled like a fool. Nothing had ever made him feel so loved like this little gesture. He couldn't look for another shirt in the bedroom without waking you up, so he decided to just sleep in his underwear. He carefully climbed into bed and fell asleep amost immediatly, since he had a long day.
On the next morning, when the sunlight filled the room, David opened his eyes and found you curled up against his chest.
"Why are you sleeping in your underwear?" You said, still sleepy. "It's so cold."
"Because when I came home last night, somebody was cuddling my pyjamas. And she looked so adorable while doing that, that I just couldn't wake her up." He kissed the top of your head.
"Shit." You shut your eyes and blushed a little. "Sorry, I didn't…"
"I love you." He interrupted you.
"What?" You looked him in the eyes.
"I love you, y/n." He looked so nervous. "I swear to God. I never said this to anyone. Anyone. I didn't even have a family to say this to. I just… I wish I could have said this to you sooner, because I've loved you all this time."
"I love you too, Dave." You rested your forehead against his and smiled. "You can't imagine how happy I am right now."
"Me too." He smiled back at you and stroked your hair. "I don't think I ever woke up in a better mood, to be honest."
"Same." You smirked and ran your hand through his chest. "I think I'm gonna steal your shirts more often."
*Me realizing I can put these on multiple platforms incase that tiktok ban actually happens*
Here’s a little edited video I did on the progress of my previously shown fishman sheriff!
one of the baes <3 follow her 😌
donut know where to go from here
hozier released snippets of too sweet early because fare well would’ve been too powerful
listen to empire now by hoizer
fiddauthor coded
Hozier Edit - Money
Hozier Edit - King of the Fall