┆彡 location ;
BROOKLYN, 1994
━ the diaz family!

As the sun climbs high in the sky, casting its warm rays over the vibrant streets of Brooklyn, a bustling environment comes to life. Various people fill the sideways, and streets, creating a lively and energetic atmosphere. Inside one of the many apartments of Brooklyn, two figures were sat a table, working on something as the turned on TV had static playing.

(Y/N) was welding something together for her brother, Noah to place together, as she looked through the magnifying glass placed near the work.

Her hair was up out of her face, tongue pocking out in concentration, "Here, try that." She speaks as she finished the welding, and moves out of the way for Noah to take over.

He shuffled down right next to her, and took the old set-top box player to place it in front of him on their desk. He put back the lose red wire into it, "Alright, hopefully this works." He mumbles, his backwards hat almost falling off his head if it weren't for (Y/N), and slips on the top of the object on the table.

"Show us the money, show us the money." He repeats constantly, as their eyes direct towards the TV's static, and Noah presses down on the button.

(Y/N) leant her back against her older brothers bulky arm, finger nails in her mouth as they waited in suspense for the TV to work. Suddenly, it turned on and started to play a movie through the set-top box.

"There we go!" Noah cheered in success, and shared a high five with his sister at their accomplishment.

"Yo, Knuckles, Sonic." A smaller voice was heard through the walkie-talkie leaning on their desk, causing the duo to quiet their celebration, "Is breakfast ready yet?"

(Y/N)'s eyes went double their size at this, remembering the cooking eggs in the kitchen for their younger brother, "Crap! The eggs!" She scrambled up out of the shared seat, and run towards the kitchen smelling the burning food.

Noah chuckled at his sisters antics, and brought up the radio to his mouth, "We ain't your butler, Kris." He replies back, holding the button down on the side, "(N/N) is already taking care of it."

The walkie-talkie static went off again, "C'mon man. Your name's on the airways. It's Tails." Kris' voice crackled over, "Plus, (N/N) shouldn't be doing all the work."

Noah placed the bigger lid over the now fixed set-top box, and picked up the walkie-talkie, scoffing a laugh, "Oh, my bad." He starts off, as he had gotten up and walked through the hallway towards the kitchen, "Christopher Diaz from 974 Wilson Avenue, apartment 2C, Brooklyn."

He arrived into the kitchen to see the girl fanning the smoke from the overcooked eggs, and rushed over to help her. He grimaced a smile seeing her scolding stare on him, and took over the cooking, "No real names. They're listening." Kris' voice was back through the walkie.

(Y/N) pushes back the hair in her face, flicking Noah's cap while she took the walkie-talkie from his hand, and went to talk instead, "No secret government agency's worried about us, Tails. Now get your bottom down here while it's hot."

Breanna appeared from around the corner and held onto a piece of clothing, "We still got that going for him." She remarks, smiling at the other girl in the kitchen and held up a formal shirt for Noah, "Hey, I ironed this for you."

"I already ironed it," Noah protested to his mother, picking up the pan to cook the eggs while talking beside (Y/N), who raised her brows at him.

Breanna placed down his shirt on the table, and pointed at the food accusingly, "Like you cooked those eggs?"

Noah avoided eye contact, and shrugged his shoulders innocently, "What you mean?" He questioned, and motined to the very much so burnt eggs, "It's just seasoned."

(Y/N) stifled a laugh at his cover up, and grabbed a plate from the kitchen bench to set it down underneath to he could slide the eggs onto it, "Yeah, very much so seasoned Noah."

He shot her a warning look at her teasing, and placed the food onto Kris' plate, who was now walking into the kitchen with the others, "Oh, come on."

"Come here, bro." Noah motions to sit at the table, and the younger boy does so, while (Y/N) goes to start washing up the used materials from the cooking.

Kris sat comfortable at the table, and placed his hands by his sides with a heavy sigh, "I can't get past Bowser."

Breanna turns around from her spot near her apodated daughter, "Well, good morning to you, too." She says while pouring water into a glass, "Drink this and take your medicine." She orders, and placed the filled cup near his plate, "All of it."

"Okay." Kris gumbled with an eye roll, but brightened up into a smile as (Y/N) came to sit down next to him, and gave him the needed medicine.

Just as Breanna was going to leave, she span around to her oldest son, "Are you sure you can take him?"

Noah nods his head in answer, sharing a look with (Y/N) from at the table as he fans the steam coming from the fry pan, "Yeah, uh, hospital's on the way. I got time."

"That lady, that administrator is there, and she mentions a bill-" Their mother trailed off mid speech, as she walked back to stand in front of Noah, "Tell her we are handling it."

"We will," (Y/N) now steps into the conversation, and goes back to stand by Noah's side, wrapping an arm around his forearm, "I'm sure she'll understand."

Breanna smiles at her children fondly, and goes to cup Noah's cheek quickly before placing a kiss against (Y/N)'s forehead, "Good luck on the interview." She aims this at Noah, and goes to grab her coat, placing it around her body, "Don't forget to laugh at all the jokes. White people love that shit."

"Ma, language." Kris scolded from his spot at the table, and made hand motions in the air at her.

"Okayy," Breanna muses with a chuckle, and past him to press a kiss against his cheek, before rushing off towards the door, "Remember I have class tonight, so I'll be home late. Lo quiero."

Once their mother left the apartment, (Y/N) made her way back down to her seat next to Kris, while Noah slid the rest of the eggs onto his brothers plate, "All right, man, we gotta get into the city."

Kris goes to pick up his fork with the hand that was hiding underneath his PJ's, and struggles to actually get a grip on it. The two older siblings share a worried glance at this, and watched Kris change to his other hand.

"Hey, hold on little man." (Y/N) began softly as she places a hand on his shoulder, and gained his attention, "Your hand's hurting again?"

Kris paused at her sudden question, and how both his siblings were staring at him expectantly. He shook his head, and shuffled in his seat, "No, it's nothing."

She furrowed her eyebrows in concern at Kris' answer, knowing something was up again, and glanced back at Noah who took over the conversation now.

"Let me see, Kris." He demanded strongly, but not forcefully as he held out a hand for him on the table, as the younger boy followed reluctantly, "It's swollen. Sickle cells must be blocking the blood flow again." He states, while massaging his brothers palm gently, "How long's this been going on?"

Kris pulled back his hand away from Noah, and placed it underneath the table from them both, "Couple days." He murmured ashamed.

(Y/N) sighed sadly at his reveal, and moved her body to face him fully now, "Look, we told you, you gotta tell us these things." She tells him, and brushes some off his curls back with a small smile, "You fightin this alone, or we fightin it together?"

Kris looks between his two favourite people, and eventually nods his head in agreement, "Together."

"Home Team?" She questioned the little name for their trio, and reaches over to grasp Noah's hand while squeezing Kris' forearm, looking between them.

Both boys now nod their heads, while Noah squeezes his sisters hand inside his, "Home Team."

.....

After breakfast, cleaning up and getting actually dressed properly, the trio was now leaving the apartment, and Noah locked the door shut behind them. He was now in a formal suit, and tie, while the other two were in a more casual clothing style.

(Y/N) was wearing a sleeveless black tank-top underneath a dark blue flannel shirt, with comfortable pants and (F/C) high-tops. Her wrists was filled with a bracelet, and a couple of hairbands, and carried a small bag around her shoulders.

The group walked down the few stairs to the outside pathway, and (Y/N) caught up with Kris who took ahold of her hand with his good one. He held it in his while they walked, Noah behind them with his car keys.

Upon their walking the pathway, they came across one of the older duo's work friends, who was leaning against his car, "Hey yo (N/N), Kris, what I tell you about letting your man come out the crib looking like a whole square?" Reek greets the two said in a fist bump.

"There's only so much we can do." Kris shrugged his shoulder with a nose scrunch, while (Y/N) beamed amused and kept quiet about it, knowing he was dressed like this for a reason.

"Yeah whatever bro," Noah scoffs as he digs around his Kris' bag for the set-top box that they fixed up, "look, here."

Reek makes a happy noise, and takes the object outstretched to him in his hands, "Oooh! My dog." He hands Noah the money owned, and glances between him and (Y/N), "When you gonna let me put your skills to work and get you some real money?"

She just smiled at him with a chuckle, and tugged on Noah's sleeve to pull him along with Kris by her other side, "Yeah, says the dude can't even afford cable." Noah defends them both, letting his sister pull him along away from Reek.

"I choose not to purchase cable." Reek mimics Noah's voice with a funny face, and turned his body to face the escaping trio, "It's my own personal way to protest the vampiric nature of modern day capitalism. Good luck with that interview in that dusty suit!"

.....

The hospital waiting room they now were now in was a cacophony of sounds, a symphony of sniffles, coughs, and whispered conversations. The soft hum of fluorescent lights overhead buzzed like a constant reminder of the urgent activity occurring behind closed doors.

(Y/N) was sat in between her siblings, as she had one of Kris' comic books in her lap so he could read it, and sometimes make her read it to him quietly, leaving them in fit of quiet giggles.

Noah looked away from his constant glances at the front desk, and directed his eyes at Kris talking with their sister, "Okay, what are the rules?"

Kris and her stopped their chat hearing Noah's strict tone, and Kris glances to him from the comic, "Bros before hoes." He casually stated.

She stifled a snort at her younger brothers answer, and holds up her fingers to her mouth in amusement seeing Noah's glaring side eye at Kris.

Kris rolled his eyes at Noah's stare, and sighed with a grumble, "Don't be a problem. Don't go looking for problem."

"Or else we're gonna have a problem." He and Noah both finished together in sync, while (Y/N) just stayed silent with her amused expression still up, "I know, I know."

She turned her gaze up to Noah as he now stood up from his spot, and she quickly grabbed his wrist, "Do you want me to come with you?" She asked worriedly.

He shook his head with a reassuring smile, "Nah, stay here. I'll be back in a sec." He responded, and gently pried off his sisters hand on him. He then walked towards the hallways, and left the other two in the waiting room.

(Y/N) sighed heavily with a hair scratch knowing he didn't want to place this burden on her also. The girl was already working somewhere for their money, but ended up getting fired for something she didn't do, and now her family didn't want to make her feel pressured to find anything again. The same with the hospital visits, Noah knew she would give all the money she had saved to pay if the hospital wouldn't see Kris.

"Can we get your favourite cake again, (N/N)?" Kris' questioned knocked the girl out of her inner thoughts, and glanced back down to him, seeing the younger boy holding his comic book ready to read.

She smiles brightly at him, and wraps an around around his shoulder to bring him closer, "Of course, bud. We can get as much as you want." She promises before making a wincing face, "That if Noah doesn't kill us for it."

Kris releases a giggle at her words, that breaks into a bigger one causing a few people around them to glance at them incredulously. She sees that, and decided to join in on the laughter quietly with him, the two in a fit off giggles behind his comic book.

A few minutes later a disappointed Noah comes walking back into the room, and hears his younger siblings together. He somewhat smiles at the laughing, but it vanished remembering what happened before with the doctor denied seeing Kris, "C'mon, guys.We gotta go."

(Y/N) looked up straight away alarmed hearing this, and stood up to press a hand against her brothers forearm, "Wait, what happened?"

"I'll tell you later, alright sis." He speaks to her quietly with a frown, and goes to pack away Kris' stuff back into his backpack, "C'mon, let's get outta here."

.....

So Noah didn't end up getting the job because of how Mr. Bishop canceled on him, and it made (Y/N)'s blood boil at the fact it was because of his past, which he couldn't help.

The trio were all sitting down on a chair in the subway train, her head resting against Noah's shoulder while Kris was leaning against her side, resting.

"Hey, look," Kris started off to comfort their upset older brother, and glanced up at him from (Y/N)'s side, "Superman went on a bunch of interviews before he got his job on the Daily Planet. Man, he never gave up."

Noah grunted under his breath a bit annoyed, and shook his head with a tight smile, careful to not knock his sisters head, "I'm not Superman, Kris. Life ain't a comic book."

"I meannn, you could be-" She mumbled to herself quietly with a shoulder shrug, but shrunk into the seat more seeing Noah's unamused face.

Kris leant up from his position on their sister, and turned his body towards them both, "I'm just saying, you'll get the next one." He confidently spoke, believing in his older siblings.

"Yo, there is no next one." Noah shot his happy expression down, and glanced between them both with a frown, "No one's coming to save us. We're alone in this."

(Y/N)'s face dropped hearing Noah's words, and tone as she knew he was close to giving up. She removed her head off his shoulder, and went to console Kris who was just as saddened.

Noah sighed softly with an eye scrunch for a second, and opened them back up at apologise, "Hey, guys, I'm sorry." His tone was sincere, and meaningful.

"Sorry." Kris mumbled out, it being muffled by his sisters shirt as his face was hidden in her chest, and hers was resting on top of his curly locks.

"No, it's not." Noah denies with a jaw clench, and looked off to the distance out of the trains windows, "None of this is." His dark eyes found his sisters, and a sudden knowing look past between them, both suddenly thinking of the same idea.

(Y/N) turned back away from her older brother, and grined down at their younger one next to her, "C'mon, bud. We're getting off now."

.....

The sun was slowly setting over the horizon of Brooklyn now, and the siblings were all back at the apartment's outside area, as they all stopped just near it.

"Go ahead, bud." (Y/N) coaxes Kris as she hands him the keys to their apartment, and gives him an assuring look seeing his uncertainty, "Go upstairs. We'll be right there, alright?"

When Kris went to walk up towards their home, and gave his siblings a confused stare, they walked off in the other direction of him, down the pathway.

"You know, I would of prefered you to stay at home with Kris." Noah quietly whispered yelled down at his other half, and nudged her side with his elbow.

She raises an eyebrow up at her older brother, and goes to loop her arm around his tighlty, "Well, I couldn't let you do this all alone now, could I?" She questioned knowingly, before cheshire grinning, "You'll freak out without me by your side. I gotta look out for your dumb ass."

He scoffed jokingly and bit back a smile at her words, before playfully shoving her off of him, "Man, whatever you say sis."

She walked up in front of him quickly, and span around to walk backwards while shrugging, that cheshire expression still up to tease him.

When they reached where Reek was over the small black fence, she greeted him with hyper wave, and Noah did his normal handshake with Reek, "So, what was you talking about earlier?"

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ahhh yes mirage will appear next chapter already guys which is EXCITING and im hyper to write scenes between him and y/n... you guys WILL LOVEEE what i have in mind fr 🤭🤭

this chap was just showing how close these three siblings are, and how y/n is literally their anchor in anything

also in secret im working on ANOTHER joel miller fic cause i can't help myself and this plot i have is too juicy to not write 🫡

ANYWAYYYSSS don't be a ghost reader, and thank you for reading so far mwahhh <33

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