#yeah your grandpa or your dad or your aunt could do it too

[captain-kit-adventuress]

Let me tell you some things about American plumbers probably almost none of you know, especially because I've seen people complaining that plumbers make "$42 an hour while I can't even make $15!"

[Note that much of this is state-specific, so ymmv, but most states have an interest in keeping it pretty similar to what I'm going to outline.]

First of all, you have to be licensed, and anything licensed takes forever and costs a fortune. You spend 7 years as an apprentice plumber, which means taking full-time classes on top of full-time work, for which you definitely do not get paid $42 an hour, and you're lucky if you get $20. You're on the hook for all of the tuition and books and whatever else, tools and whatnot, and we all know tuition and books are out of control, but have you seen what decent tools cost these days? This in addition to all of the regular school stuff like a computer, an internet connection, probably a mobile phone of some description, etc. Some you may have already and some you may not.

That's just the education part. Next, even after you've completed your 7 year apprenticeship under extremely strict and exacting standards, for which you get paid almost nothing and have tons of expenses just like any other student, you're still under some kind of supervision for another few years. So you've put in about 10 years into this already and you're nowhere near pulling in the kind of income that people say plumbers make.

But once you actually get into being licensed and bonded and the whole shebang, maybe you get a job with a company, because it's really hard to hang your own shingle, especially in the larger communities where nobody knows anybody else or the quality of their work. You'll work for a plumbing company like anyone else, and let me tell you, it's like any other company where profit matters most and it's for shareholders and not anyone else.

Now comes the part you probably have never heard about: many, many, many plumbers don't really have health insurance for most of their careers, and if they do, it's like the shittiest insurance possible and they have to pay for much of their healthcare out of pocket. Except that these are plumbers, they're constantly on hands and knees on hard, unyielding surfaces, bending, lifting...really physical, difficult work. How many of you actually know how much a toilet weighs? it's anywhere between 50-120 lbs depending on a variety of factors. All that, in addition to actually diagnosing whatever the problem is and knowing how to fix it. Do that for the next 20 years of your life and you're not going to have any knees left, you're going to have a bad back, probably most of your other joints are shot or on the fritz in some way, and this is if you were healthy to begin with and didn't have many health problems during your career. Depending on the collective bargaining agreement, sometimes the unions will cover your healthcare at close to 100% after that, but when it was easier to prevent a lot of it by having time off and the ability to afford care? None of that is covered.

Not only that, but most plumbers don't really get paid time off from work, either, depending on what the agreements are. I know it doesn't seem like plumbers ever work timely, but everyone thinks they have an emergency when the plumbing breaks, and you've got to triage the for-real emergencies alongside the "Timmy backed up the toilet again because he keeps flushing his toys and now there's water and poop and who knows what else everywhere." That's not including the emergency answering services where they're relaying that stuff 24/7/365.

How is that different from most of us today, you might wonder? Because they're literally knee-deep in your shit from morning 'til night. All of the weird stuff you do to screw up your toilets, your sinks, your showers, your fixtures, your pipes, they have to deal with all of it. All of the clogs, the gross hair masses, the half-eaten food from when the disposal stops working, the people who don't know not to flush things they shouldn't, the people who do know and don't care, the floods when the sump pump stops working or there's so much rain it just completely overwhelms it, the people who are sure they can "fix" it, the people who listened to youtube or tiktok and picked the wrong accounts for advice, and most of all, metric tonnes of your actual shit and vomit and whatever other bodily excretions you've got. That is all hazardous enough on its own, and if you think it's gross, I don't think plumbers feel any differently, but it is a part of their job and there's no getting around it. They are paid to deal with all of the stuff no one else wants to even think about. And after they've been exposed to your biohazards for 10 hours a day, they themselves have to pay for any care they need to make sure they don't die from it. You know how many people have dangerous mold in their bathrooms and don't know it? I bet a plumber can tell you.

Those are the conditions with unions trying to fight for them.

[As one more note, not everyone wants to leave home, and that's fine! Why does anyone assume there are no tradespeople in cities when that couldn't be further from the truth? Don't be arses about geography.]

tl;dr: plumbers don't make the money you think they do, they spend half their career earning next to nothing and then when they finally start catching up their bodies are so shot they can't enjoy it; in the middle they have to deal with everybody's grossness and basic repair illiteracy, and they pay for most of it themselves.

source: I was an external auditor for a lot of trade unions.

some of the worst classism is white collar middle class americans against blue collar & minimum wage workers. “why does that plumber make more than me” because he’s been perfecting his craft for 30 years and you send emails. “they’re in the trades bc they’re too dumb to do anything else” ok take that engine apart and put it back together real fast babe. “they’re boring bc they never left their home town” have you considered they financially couldn’t? I am not saying it is anyone’s job to educate, nor you need to respect people who do not respect you, but while you maybe never sympathize we need to learn to empathize. consider why (who) allowed for massive parts of country to be uneducated and how many impoverished areas of this country haven’t had a voice for a very long time. we are all victims of the rich. remember it is up vs down

[bolshevik-rpf]

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[cameronluvr]

BABY DADDY — exbf!dad!rafe x mom!reader

summary: you have a baby with your ex, rafe, but when you arrive early to pick her up from his place, you discover drugs on the table…

warnings: toxic!rafe, arguing, mentions of cocaine, rafe being manipulative and a total asshole, cussing, angst, lmk if i missed anymore!

: ̗̀➛ 𝓶𝔂 𝓶𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽 ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

your daughter is the most perfect little girl you could’ve asked for. she’s sweet, funny, sassy, and so beautiful. the older she got, the more she began to look like rafe. she has his bright blue eyes, his dirty blonde hair, the same shaped eyes and nose… she was his twin. and you were unsure whether or not you liked it so much. you love your daughter more than anything in the world, but gosh, you wish you didn’t see your ex in her every time you look at her.

rafe had her over the weekend, so when sunday evening approached, you left to pick her up. upon arriving at his place, you knock on the door and wait for it to open, but suspiciously, nobody answers. you frown, looking down at your phone to realise it was an hour earlier than you’d usually come to pick the baby up.

you knock again, only this time hearing footsteps rushing to the door. it swings open, and rafe greets you with a smile. “hey,” he moves out of the way, motioning for you to come inside.

“hi,” you walk inside, looking around. “where is she?”

“oh, she’s in bed.” he tells you, scratching his head. “already? she isn’t usually tired at this time” your brows furrow in confusion, it was only 6 PM. “yeah, well, she wanted to go to bed” rafe shrugs. you ignore him, walking to his bedroom to grab your daughter.

slowly opening the door, you see your baby laying awake in her crib, making you grin and walk over to her. “hi, baby girl” you softly say, reaching down to pick her up. she raises her arms, making grabby hands at you. you giggle as you pick her up, holding her on your side.

“mommy missed you so much,” you plant kisses on her cheek, making her laugh. rafe is stood by the door at this point, watching you both. you turn around and notice him, “did you have fun with daddy, hm?” you ask her, gently bouncing her up and down on your hip.

“yeah we did. we went to the park, and the beach, and we went to see your grandpa and aunt’s, didn’t we, baby?” rafe says, walking over to you both to give his daughter a kiss on the head. he loves her so much, you can see that. “ooh, that sounds fun” you giggle, looking at your daughter with a grin on your face.

“uh huh, we had the most fun” rafe smiles, tickling his daughter in your arms. hearing her adorable laugh made you both giggle in adoration.

“right, girl, we gotta’ go.” you tell your baby as if she can understand what you’re saying. you walk out of the room with her in your arms as rafe follows behind. you start to gather her things before noticing something in the living room.

on the table lies a fresh line of cocaine, with the bag it came from next to it. “is that?…” you ask, carefully setting your daughter down on the floor to let her play for a minute. rafe stops what he’s doing to look at what you’re looking at, both of your faces dropping.

“are you serious?!” you raise your voice at him, but not loud enough to scare or startle the baby. “what?” he asks so stupidly. “wh— what?!” your eyebrows raise and eyes widen in anger. “your one year old fucking daughter is in the next room and… wait, is that why you put her to bed?” you ask, connecting the dots.

he put her to bed early so he could feed to his drug habit.

“relax, she’s fine, isn’t she?” he asks, frowning as if you’re overreacting. “she’s fine? yeah, sure, that makes it all okay, rafe!!” you respond with pure sarcasm and rage. the two of you start to argue and bicker back and forth as your baby takes no notice. she’s too young to understand, and instead ignores you both to play with her toys.

“what if you got up to do something and she went over there, rafe?!” you yell, but again, not too loudly. “well she didn’t!” he argues back. “well what if she did, huh?!” you’ve never been this angry before, your face just inches away from his.

“that’s why she’s in my roo��”

“that’s why?! so she wasn’t even tired, you just put her to bed so you could ignore her while you sniff your fucking lines?!” you place your hands on your forehead out of stress.

“i wasn’t ignoring her!” rafe yells back.

“do you do this every weekend? is this why you took so long to answer the door?!” you ask him. “no, jesus, y/n! chill the fuck out” you stress him out now, watching as he runs his hand through his hair.

“chill out? you want me to chill out, after doing that shit around our daughter?!” you squint in anger at his stupidity. how could he be so selfish? to you and your daughter.

“i’m not doing it around her! i’m doing it while she’s in the next room, no big deal. i’m not hurting anyone” he argues, defending himself like a cocaine addiction is normal.

“oh, that’s fine then. it’s no big deal, you’re right. come on, y/d/n, we’re leaving.” you sarcastically roll your eyes before turning around to pick your daughter up from the ground.

“don’t think for a second that you’re seeing her next week, you can fuck off.” you face rafe for a moment before grabbing the baby’s bag with your other hand, and walking over to the front door.

“y/n,” rafe says, quickly following you to the door. “what?!” you snap, making your baby jump in your arms. “don’t be like that, i’m sorry!” rafe pleads, begging you not to keep his daughter away from him. he may love her, but boy is he stupid.

“rafe, this is the type of shit you could go to prison for, and get her taken away from us! is that what you want?!” you shout at him, not noticing as your baby begins to cry.

she ignored the fight when she was sat on the floor, but now she’s face to face with you both, witnessing the argument firsthand, which scared her.

“oh, baby,” you quickly divert your attention to her after hearing her cry, attempting to comfort her. “see what you did? come here” rafe blames you, taking his baby from your arms before you could protest.

“me?!” you ask him, the audacity. “yes, you!” rafe says, rocking the baby back and forth in his arms to calm her down, shushing her. “give her back to me, rafe” you demand, holding your arms out.

“no, you just made her cry.” he shakes his head, moving your daughter away from you as tears roll down her cheeks. “it was your fault!” you say to him, getting frustrated now.

“yeah, it’s always my fault. you want her to be raised around this? around her mom constantly yelling and being fucking crazy?” he asks as if you’re the problem.

“i— oh my god” you shake your head. “rafe if you don’t give her back to me, i swear to god…” you clench your fists. “what? you gonna hit me? with her in my arms? you could go to prison for that, too, you know” he tuts, shaking his head at you. he is the master manipulator in your life, you don’t know how you ever had a kid with him.

you love your daughter to death, but sometimes you just wish she had a different father.

“oh, fuck you, rafe.” you look at him with fiery eyes, almost as if you could murder him right now. “see how your mommy talks to me, baby?” he diverts his attention to the little girl in his arms, making you roll your eyes.

“your mommy can be real crazy, huh?” he says, only this time looking at you while he says it, which ticked you off the edge. “don’t talk to me about crazy, you fucking psycho.” you raise your voice at him, reaching for your daughter, but he moves her away again.

“rafe! let me take her home!” you yell. “this is her home, too” he shrugs, not yelling as he gently shakes her in his arms, trying to prove that you are the problem, not her daddy. “so you’re just not gonna give her back to me, is that it?” you ask, dropping your arms and giving up trying to get your baby back.

“that’s right. you can leave, she’s staying with me.” he nods. “why? so you can lock her away in the bedroom again? while you snort your fucking life away?” you still argue.

“believe whatever you wanna’ believe, but i am not giving her back to you when you just scared her” rafe shakes his head, keeping your daughter away from you which angered you deeply.

“it was your fault!!!” you say again, like you said before, but he never listens. “yeah, yeah” he rolls his eyes, turning to walk away from you. “where are you going?!” you raise your voice.

“we are going away from you so you can calm your fuckin’ psycho ass down. makin’ a baby cry like that, what’s wrong with you?” he says, still walking away with the baby.

there’s no winning with rafe. you get the blame for acting crazy, starting fights and trying to protect your daughter. you just dread to think what he will tell her when she gets older.

“you know what? i’m done. i’m leaving. i’ll be back for MY baby, asshole.” you shout, opening the front door and slamming it as you walk out. rafe always manipulated you, always got his way with you… you should’ve considered that before pushing his baby out a year ago.

this is SHORT and i really don’t know if i like it or not… hopefully you guys liked it! lmk what yall think in the comments. thank you so much for all the support, i LOVE you guys. <333

@cameronluvr

[ghoastixx]

Bringing your slashers/horror characters to Thanksgiving

Includes: Michael Myers (OG), Beetlejuice, Billy Loomis & Stu Macher, J.D., Otis Driftwood, Baby Firefly, Poly Lost Boys, Carrie White

Includes: gn reader, swearing, pet names,

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Michael Myers

In reality, this man is not going to your family’s Thanksgiving. He’s not even taking his mask off.

But let’s pretend!!

Let’s say you DID get Michael to take off his mask and venture out of your home for Thanksgiving.

You told your family that he was mute, some understood that better than others.

Grandma? Loves him for some reason.

“Hi baby, is this Michael? Oh hi sweetheart, how are you doing, come let’s get you guys seated.”

She’s so sweet he’s so unused to it other than from you.

He would freak out a lot of people by sitting there and just staring at everyone.

He’s so big and tall compared to everyone, grandpa would ask if he could help him move a dresser or some shit.

“Come on Michael, we’re gonna be late!” You called, waiting patiently by the door.

When you both arrived at your family’s home where Thanksgiving would be hosted this year, Michael was very tense. Very rarely did he ever take his mask off and he hadn’t had a thanksgiving in years. You took his hand and brushed your thumb over your knuckles as you walked inside, taking your shoes off. Your grandma greeted you with a hug and a comfortingly sweet voice.

“Sweetheart! So glad you could make it! Is this Michael? It’s a pleasure to meet you young man,” your grandma said with a smile, touching his hand which made him tense. “Come now, let’s get you guys seated before the food gets cold.”

Mikey was nervous walking through the house, seeing pictures of grandkids and uncles and cousins, seeing everyone seated.

Your grandpa took liking to his muscles,

“Yeah! Looks like you could get the job done, you mind helping me move some boxes in the garage? My back isn’t as nice as it used to be and my kids are pieces of shit.”

“Dad😡”

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Beetlejuice

Yeah he can pretend to be problematic for thanksgiving.

Would purposely scare the shit out of your cousins.

Your family calls him musty..

Your emo cousin likes him though!!

“Y/N…get him out of here he stinks!” Meanwhile your dead boyfriend is sitting across from your emo cousin who’s lowkey studying him over. He’s just letting them too, he says it reminds them of Lydia.

Your family is boring to him, he’d much rather have thanksgiving at your own house with Lydia and Adam and Barbra.

“Come on babes, this is boring, we’re out of here,” he states as he takes a Turkey leg and promptly leaves the home, hand in yours.

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Billy Loomis & Stu Macher

Your parents and family do not approve.

They’re mostly confused as to why you brought two boys with you. They call it slut behavior.

Billy’s family most likely can’t even get through a normal dinner, let alone Thanksgiving, so he was down for coming.

Stu’s family were out of town and he didn’t want to go to some fancy thanksgiving with a lot of people he didn’t know. He’d rather stay in Woodsboro and get drunk for Thanksgiving, but being with his partners worked too.

Your family is way turned off by Billy, they think he’s rude, where as they think Stu is too energetic.

Billy and Stu would find any excuse to dip, letting them have private time, away from everyone.

Stu would make dirty jokes at the table in you and Billy’s ear.

You get a lot of side eyes from everyone..

You knock on the door with both of your boys, only to be greeted by a strange look.

“Y/N, baby, you brought your friends? How..nice..”

When you were all sat down at the table, your aunt started,

“Two boys Y/N? You friends from school?” Your uncle interjected

“I recognize you Loomis. You better not be causing any trouble.” He practically growled. Billy just nodded.

Lots of apologies to your boys after.

“It’s alright baby, it was bound to happen,” Stu said, grabbing a beer from his fridge

“It’s alright puppy, the food was good,”

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J.D

Would genuinely probably be the politest to your parents and family,

Got to make a good impression!!

He’d stay close to you the entire time, making sure to show off who he was to you,

God don’t even get him started on his opinion on politics PLEASE..

I feel like he’s the type of guy that your parents would be nice to in person but when he leaves everyone’s like “he’s so weird?😀”

The type of guy to call older relatives ‘sir’ and ‘ma’am’

Would hit the deserts HARD

“Sweetie your new boyfriend is very nice,” your grandma hums as you help with the dishes, he sits in the other room, arguing about politics.

“Yeah, he sure is something,”

“I’m very glad you could bring him,”

Your aunt walks in the room, shaking her head, “he’s really weird honey,” you looked at her with a confused facial expression, “I don’t know how to explain it. He’s just.. odd.”

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Otis Driftwood

You’re eating dinner at his house. Nothing else.

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Baby Firefly

Would actually try to go to dinner with you if that’s what you really wanted.

Would probably make an okayish impression on your family,

They think she’s energetic and odd,

She knows…a lot,

I like to think that she does like domestic feelings, so she might actually love to go to your thanksgiving,

You’re holding her hand as you drive back to the firefly home, smiling as your stunning girlfriend rambles next to you.

“It was so fun! Thank you for taking me baby,”

“Of course,” you hun as she continues to speak very highly of the little tradition.

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Poly Lost Boys

Your parents are very thrown off when you tell them that Thanksgiving needs to be a little later than 1:00 this year because your boyfriends get off at 5:00.. (when it gets dark)

They are even more thrown off when four bikers walk in with mullets and frills and no manners at all.. well, the quiet one has manners.

David would try and make a good impression while keeping up his ‘I’m the top dog’ behavior.

Dwayne just wants to help out and actually make a good impression.

Marko will spend most of his time with any pets and Paul will follow in foot.

They house down food. It’s sort of embarrassing

Your parents are so thrown off it hurts.

“Sweetie where did you meet them again?” Your mom whispers to you from across the table,

“So, boys, what do you do for work?” Your father questioned, each boy having a way different reaction it looks suspicious.

Your parents just nod and try there best to get through the dinner.

After dinner it gets even worse, they’re all over you, touching and giving little kisses during conversation, right in front of your parents.. god it was going to be a long night.

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Carrie White

Genuinely would do her best to come to your thanksgiving if her mama let her.

She’d be all dressed up and pretty, silently so excited that she gets to go to someone’s thanksgiving.

She’s so polite and quiet around your family,

If you all say grace, she’s an active part of it.

She’d be so flustered and happy to be there,

She thinks your family is so nice!!

You knock on the door of her house for her to rush down, saying goodbye to her mama. You would say hello to Mrs.White, but very uncomfortably.. you didn’t like Carrie’s Mama.

You smile upon seeing her. She looks so pretty.

“Hey darling, you look great,”

She blushed, looking down a little flustered, “thank you,”

You open the passenger door, letting her get in and closing it for her. She felt so nice, being treated so kindly. She’d remember this day for a while.

Please send me any slasher requests,

(Although I’m more prone to write for Billy & Stu at the moment)

[britt-kageryuu]

It's a fairly calm day in the studio, considering Donnie has decided to update and /or upgrade everyones setups, and equipment. He had the desks pulled from their stations, and multiple parts stacked up around the area.

He periodically tested the parts or programs to make sure they were not broken in some way which would lead to more work, and needing to fix or order replacements, which was not the worst that could happen. Donnie still has nightmares about how somehow one of the setups fully bricked from just one faulty part, he was glad he always had backups for his backups, so it was only a loss of parts, time, and some money.

Donnie was also doing some upgrades to the desks themselves, like making Raphs a bit taller because his while growth rate may have slowed down alot, finally, he's still too big for the current height.

Mikeys was made a bit wider to accommodate a bigger digital drawing setup with multiple custom styluses that look like paintbrushes, pencils, pens, and crayons.

Leo's desk was just getting some new controller storage that doubles as a charging dock, he annoyed Donnie a bit too much recently, so minimal upgrades this time.

Donnie was going to add lighting to his, even if only those in the studio will see it, and maybe add a new monitor or something to allocate 'junk icons' to de clutter the other monitors. And he's planning to upgrade all of their stream decks.

He was also checking on Shelldon who was in the middle of an update himself and 'sleeping' on his charging bed. The updates being sent from a spare laptop wirelessly connected to Donnies main computer in his lab.

As he's about to put a new part into place, he pauses to yawn, and then checks the time.

"Sweet and Spicy Churros, has it been that long already. I'm surprised Angelo hasn't tried to drag me out to make sure I eat. Oh wait, he's working today. Right." Donnie looks around to see his current progress, and decides it's a good time to take a brake. Taking care to not step on any parts that got left out, he starts to head for the kitchen area of the studio.

When suddenly Shelldon shoots off his charging dock and flys across the room, thankfully not hitting anything except the wall he crashed into.

"Pizza Supreme! SHELLDON!" He uses his Ninpo to turn his battle-shell into it's hover mode, and quickly goes to check on his robot son. Donnie picks Shelldon up to look him over, "Are you okay, are your systems functioning?!"

Shelldon comes out of the 'daze' he was in. "I'm find Dad, but if that was real, your ancestors are jerks, except Gram Gram of course."

Donnie is understandably confused, "What do you mean 'if that was real'? And the Hamato ancestors tried to contact you?"

Shelldon shakes his head, "Well I don't know, it was like I was dreaming, and suddenly someone claiming to be a great great aunt from Grandpas aunts side, or something." He then rolls his eyes, "Dude was totally pushy about some distant cousin disgracing the family, or something. My translation programming wasn't working in my 'Dream'."

Donnie is still confused, "I don't know whether to be surprised over the fact that you can simulate dreaming, since you've told me you could, question why the ancestors decided to contact you, or wonder what was messing with your translation programming."

"Yeah, this Great Aunt was trying to tell me a name, but it kept translating the meaning of the name," Shelldon says annoyed at his programming, "And when I asked 'why me?' she was getting more pushy until she started chasing me. Which is probably what triggered me to fly off the dock."

Donnie was still feeling lost, but decided to shelve the idea for later, to focus on getting food. "We can check if this 'dream' was recorded, and look it over while I eat, and you finish your updates."

The dream was in fact recorded, and analyzing it revealed that Shelldon apparently had a human form in this dream, which they believe is why this random ancestor thought Shelldon could help. Also the name they discovered wasn't being translated because it was not the proper way to say the name, or something.

But that was a problem for a different day, when Donnie didn't have another, what feels like, 10 hours of work left, at least.

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Masterpost

[lovelyladyabsinthewrites]

Okay okay but SB isn’t a good dad, that’s clear, but I genuenly feel like he’d have a soft spot for his daughter. Hear me out, as in, he wanted a son to raise a strong man, but as he has that mentality from back in the day, yeah he absolutely wouldn’t have a shit idea of how to raise a girl, but like dads back in the day (when he’s sober) he’d see her as his little lady who he doesn’t think should fight because that a man job (I also think that in those rare moments where he’s sober, or at least not so brute, he’d do something like kiss her forehead before leaving a room or like buying her that gas station teddy you mentioned for her Birthday, or even when they go at a Vought event and Stan Edgar makes SB bring his kids along, SB would present her as his little lady or smth like that and even dance with her if he has to open up a dance or smth — all this making his daughter more confused about her feelings towards him and his feelings towards her)

ryan: was it always so bad with grandpa? There must be one good memory you have of him. . .

It does take you a hot second to come up with any such memory from your childhood. You just remember the split lips he'd given you during training, or how he'd leave you and HL home alone sometimes for weeks on end. the occasional stan edgar coming to check on you and make sure your fridge and pantry were fully stocked.

The times when he wasn't a shitty dad were far and few in between. (and also this would explain your daddy issues and why you always fancied men older than you were aka butcher. you weren't that much younger than him but it was funny to tease butcher about how he's prematurely aging)

Those times where Soldier Boy for just a moment seemed to love you. You weren't what he wanted. Not at first. He was satisfied enough with his first born son. But Vought thought a female sibling would balance out Homelander somehow.

He had no idea how to relate with you. You were basically an alien to him.

maybe a little girl was what Soldier Boy needed too. You remember those random kisses to your forehead he would press against your forehead or even the top of your head when he left.

and that gas station teddy bear! it's a raggedy thing after decades of you clinging to it. when Butcher first met your teddy (whom you lovingly named tumbletush) he thought it belonged to your dog.

(also when ryan goes to spend the night at his aunt grace's, he'll shyly ask if he can take your teddy bear, promising he'll take good care of it. you allow him to take your most treasured possession)

you reminisce on the dazzling Vought events that you looked forward to as a little girl. Soldier Boy was so proud to introduce you as either his babygirl or little lady. you can't help but beam the entire night as you and HL follow after him. Everyone oo'ing and aw'ing at SB's legacy.

him having you step on his feet so you could better dance with him or SB just picking you up and twirling you around in his arms so he didn't have to be hunched over.

during the drive back home, HL goes to carry you to the house as you'd fallen asleep. SB cuts in and carries you in instead. Your head heavy on his chest.

i feel like talking about your childhood also gives ryan an insight to the mind of HL too and an explanation to why he's a fucking nightmare 😂

[keep-the-wolves-close]

Steady Heart

Chapter 6: The Devil Takes Care of His Own

Pairing: Slow-burn Kayce Dutton x OFC Stella Daniels

Rating: M? (Still figuring out the rating system) (might eventually be M anyhow)

Warnings: language, I think this chapter is pretty tame?

Word count: 2,255ish

I would love to give credits to @dameronscopilot and @deanscroissant for being a sounding board for me during this whole process, giving outsider insight, being a cheerleader, and allowing me to screech at her about things that have happened during the writing process. Seriously couldn't have gotten this far without y’all! 💛

Author's note: I hope everyone is enjoying so far! I hope you love this chapter as well! 💛🤓

Stella pulled up to the ranch. When she had gotten a text from Rip last night to come in today by noon, she had wanted to die. Breathing out loudly, she shut the car off and prepared herself for the potential heartbreak that was about to happen. She looked to her left and realized she had parked next to Kayce’s truck. ‘Shit. What’s he doing here?’

She immediately felt her chest tighten. What if John had lied to get him here to back him into a corner and to help make sure she would stay in line when he fired her and kicked her out?

“Fuuuuck,” she drug the syllable out quietly. She shook her head. ‘No. There’s no way Kayce would let that happen.’ Sliding her glasses back up the bridge of her nose, she hopped out of the SUV.

Glancing around, Stella could see a lot of activity for the day in full swing. It looked like they were separating steer prospects they didn’t want to keep. She didn’t see Kayce, but she did spot her brother. She smiled affectionately seeing him doing the work he loved to do. When her eyes landed farther to the right, she saw Tate leaning on the fence watching with childlike wonder.

She wandered over to the little boy. “Hey bud!”

“Oh hey Aunt Stell! Isn’t this cool?”

“Yeah it sure is. I love watching them.” She smiled. She whispered conspiratorially to him. “It’s even more fun to do it though.”

Tate looked at her with wide eyes. “You’ve done this before??”

She smiled. “Yessir I have. Plenty of times. With my brother and your dad, and your grandpa.”

“Woaahhh! That’s awesome! I wanna do it too!” Her best friend’s son practically started to levitate with excitement.

“Well you’ve gotta be just a little bit bigger for that, bud.” She chuckled. “Speaking of your dad, do you know where he went?”

“I think he went to talk to grandpa.”

Stella sighed. “Okay I’m gonna go find them. Stay on this fence and not the inside one, alright?” She ruffled his hair gingerly and he giggled. Stella knew Tate knew better, but she couldn’t help herself to give the warning anyhow.

Stella circled around and gave everything a passing glance. It was almost like an out of body stream of consciousness. Her eyes stopped as they landed on the two men in question looking in her direction. She was sure she turned seven different shades of pale. Stretching her neck from side to side, she walked toward them. Little did Stella know, they watched her from the moment she pulled in.

“Is this my judge and jury pair?” It was spiteful of her to say that. She cringed and started again. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t be like that.”

“What are you talkin’ about?” Kayce asked, surprised at her rough greeting. Stella’s eyes darted to John, whose face was stoic, but his eyebrows raised slightly. He hadn’t told Kayce.

She tried to smooth past her slip. “Nothin’. Y’all just seemed like you were ready to make big decisions for everyone’s day. So the judge,” she motioned at John, “and the jury.” She finished pointing to Kayce. “I’m also just in rare form today apparently.”

Kayce decided to ignore that and looked at his dad. “How’s that stallion treatin’ ya?”

“It’s the gift that keeps on giving.” John snorted and looked around.

Stella laughed quietly. “He’s definitely giving everyone a run for their money. And I’m almost outta money.”

“Kayce, let me borrow Stella for a second.”

The younger Dutton stopped shifting on his feet. He passed a look between his dad and his best friend, confused. “Sure. Don’t need my permission.”

John waved his hand for Stella to follow him. Kayce caught the sight of her wiping her hands on her legs. Why was she nervous to talk to his dad, of all people? This is the girl that told his dad to ‘go fuck himself and get off his high horse, it’s not just about you’ when she defended him back when she was 18. He reached out to grab her arm, but his fingertips barely brushed it. She fixed him with a look that made him stop any form of question.

When the eldest Dutton and Stella walked around the corner, she let out a heavy sigh. She leaned her shoulder on the wall while she placed her hands in her back pockets.

“Well, let’s have it, sir.” She tried to brace herself for the hit.

John pinned her to her spot with a look of warning. “I heard your conversation with Rip last night.”

“And I meant every word.” She answered confidently. “If you think I’d have loose lips, you really don’t know me like I thought you might have.”

Kayce had snuck up behind them. “What the hell are you accusing her of?”

Stella threw her hands up and let them slap back on her thighs. She hadn’t planned on telling Kayce, but he inserted himself into the problem.“Well, now is as good a time as any. I overheard a conversation, and decided to sneak out instead of making my presence known. Your dad saw me leave, and then I lied to him about it because I didn’t know he saw me.”

“So you’re questioning her integrity?”

“No, son, that already happened. I’m telling her she’s allowed to stay. My men trust her. My son,” he paused to look directly at Kayce, “trusts her. I’ve never had any issues. So I’m letting it slide. Once. I think she’s learned her lesson. But Stella?”

She looked at him wide eyed. “Yessir?”

“Lie to my face again?” She understood the hidden meaning of the slippery slope. “Now, I’m going to go see my grandson.”

“Stella, c’mon.” Kayce left her no room for argument. The way he turned and walked off told her he was definitely pissed. She rolled her eyes and fixed her glasses. “Come on.” She heard Kayce press.

Stella picked up her pace to catch him. “I’m comin’, I’m comin’. Jeez.”

Kayce whipped around at her when they got to the tack room. “Why the hell didn’t you tell me?!”

She placed a hand on the middle of his chest to keep him out of her face, “woah woah woah there, cowboy. I didn’t keep anything from you,” then removed it just as fast. “You were dealing with a lot. It’s not your responsibility to mend my busted fences.”

“But he’s my dad, and he should fuckin’ know better. Especially when it comes to you.”

“Those kinds of things get forgotten. Especially when it wasn’t happening to his family, Kayce. Of course he remembers yours.” Both sets of eyes glazed over for a minute, recollecting the memory.

“I could have reminded him. I could’ve made your life so much easier.”

“Yeah, but how will I learn anything if you’re fixing things for me all the time?” She raised her eyebrows at him. “You won’t always be there to save me. Also, just because I’m your best friend, doesn’t mean I should get preferential treatment either. I’m still an employee here, ya know.”

Stella went to lean against the work table against the back wall. She leaned back on her hands and gazed at Kayce. “You know, this is the same exact conversation you helped me have with my brother when I turned 18. I’m not doing it twice.” She scoffed out a humorless chuckle. “Everything is fine, Kace. Next time I’ll announce myself to the conversation with bells and confetti.”

“That’s not funny, and you know it. This could have been bad.” He scoffed back at her, but still came to lean next to her. Touching shoulders like always.

“Rip wouldn’t have let it get there.” Stella defended.

Kayce had a sudden realization. “Wait, is that why you thought I was here? To help kick you out? Do you really think I would have let that happen?!”

She sighed harshly. “No Kayce. I don’t. I do, however, think your dad would have lied to get you here and back you into a corner. I’ve seen him do it before.”

“Also wait a minute, Rip?! I could stop the problem at the starting gate.” Kayce ignored the accusation about his father. He knew she was right.

She joked. “So now we’re derby runners? I thought we were cowboys.”

“Stella…” He let her name fall off in a warning.

She put her hands up in surrender. “Okay, okay. It’s not funny. If I saw things start to really go sideways, I would have come to you. I promise.” Stella fixed her glasses while she played with the bottom of her T-shirt. It was time to change the subject. “So how are you? How’s Monica?”

“I’m alright. Day by day, you know. Monica…? She’s holding on, but I can’t talk to her.”

Her face scrunched up. “Since when can’t you talk to her? I would expect that to happen between us before it happened with you two.”

“There’s something I did that can’t be forgiven.”

“Kayce… I highly doubt there is anything you could do, that she wouldn’t forgive you for.”

“Not this.”

“So what is it?”

“I can’t tell you either.” He looked down. Defeated. Stella observed him for a minute. He looked lost. Scared almost. The look reminded her of that day they snuck out and got trapped by a brown bear and she threw herself in front of Kayce right as Rip came galloping up to save them.

“Well, I know when you’re ready, you’ll tell me. But you’ve gotta talk to your wife, Kayce. You can’t leave her in the dark. It probably hurts her that you’re avoiding her.”

“You think I don’t know that? I just, can’t break her heart like this.” Stella reached over and patted his back between his shoulders.

“Whatever it is, cowboy, we’ll get through it. I’ll be here to help as long as you want me to be.”

Kayce pulled out his phone to check the time. His dad and son had been gone for quite some time.

“I gotta go get a horse. I need to find Tate.”

Stella practically jogged to keep up with Kayce. He was headed Rip’s way. Ryan and Colby walked in the opposite direction towards the friend pair. They were headed to dinner. Ryan could be heard calling Fred a dipshit. She let out a hearty laugh because it was the god's honest truth. As they got closer, they could hear Rip talking to Lloyd. He told him to give Fred his wages and send him on his way. ‘Oo shit.’ Her eyebrows raised. Jimmy limped by them.

She shouted at Jimmy. “What the hell happened to you?!” She stopped following Kayce to talk to Jimmy. In her peripheral vision, she saw Kayce stop and glance back at her and Jimmy to watch the interaction. Stella reached out to examine the bloody lip Jimmy acquired and the nice goose egg on his forehead. Kayce exhaled loudly, and Stella was all but sure there was an eyeroll and clenched jaw attached to it, but he continued moving.

Jimmy side eyed the youngest Dutton. “Uh, it’s nothing. You go catch up with Kayce.”

Rip yelled at Stella as he and Kayce went into the barn. “Don’t you dare fuckin’ clean ‘im up! Let everybody see!”

“I’m at least gonna give you some Tylenol. Rip can suck my ass if he gets pissy about me going to the bunkhouse for that. C’mon.” She pulled Jimmy along to the bunkhouse.

As Stella searched for the Tylenol, the air was tense between them. She could feel he wanted to ask her something.

“Go ahead and ask Jimmy. I’m mostly an open book.” She nosed around in the top cabinet.

“Oh it’s nothing.”

She looked at him disapprovingly above her lenses. “Yeah and I’m Miss America.”

“Okay so I’m probably wrong, but is there something going on between you and Kayce?”

If she would have had water in her mouth, it would have been spat across the room. “What?!”

Jimmy fidgeted around. “Well you guys are really close and I’ve seen how you look at him.”

Stella found the bottle in the back of the cabinet. She turned to face Jimmy with as much seriousness as she could muster and a deadpan face. “For the love of god, don’t repeat that thought to anyone else. I’ll be dead in 24 hours. Whether from embarrassment, or Monica murdering me herself, I don’t know.” She snapped the cabinet shut. “No, there's nothing going on between me and a married man. He’s just my best friend. Always has been, always will be.”

“Oh yeah definitely. I just maybe thought —,”

“— Well you thought wrong.” Stella interrupted, and roughly shoved the bottle at Jimmy. “Here’s your Tylenol. Keep those thoughts to yourself. Clear?”

“Crystal.” Jimmy watched as Stella stomped off. He heard the telltale jingle of her keys and the front door slam.

Stella stormed past the picnic tables where everyone had gathered. Ryan and Colby called out to her as she stalked by, only to be ignored and left perplexed. Even Rip and Lloyd shared a look.

By the time she made it to her SUV, she reached a boiling point. She huffed and puffed while blindly searching for the unlock button. Hopping in, she jammed the key into the ignition. Stella was ready to go home and get away from this cursed place for the night.

She felt like a child with how she reacted. If anything, her reaction made her seem guiltier than she was.

[recentadultburnout]

So I wrote a PatPran fic for the Songkran Fest 2024 event. It's pretty dialogue-heavy😅

Ao3

Part of yours

Summary:

After so many years of sneaking around, Pat and Pran are finally accepted by each other's families.

Or

Pat joins in with Pran's family during songkran.

"It's going to be Songkran soon."

At night Pat says. His arms hang loosely around his lover's torso.

"So what?"

Pran ask in return, still paid more attention to the headphone reviews than the conversion.

"You want to go out?"

He pushes Pat's hand away a little, making it easier for him to grab a pencil for his note. With the discount, this one will be in the budget. It would be worth it if the reviews were true.

"Nah, not really..."

And now Pat's head is in his lap. Demand attention.

"It's just... Ugh! I don't even know! After grandpa passed, we don't even Rodnam properly anymore. When it was Songkran, we just laid around the house together. Order something to eat, maybe. It's been what? Since high school?"

"But ink has been there these past few years, you know? Apparently, Pa also went to Rodnam with her parents too." Pat complain.

"So?"

"Ink lives hours away. Our houses are right next to each other! Don't you see how ridiculous this is?!"

"You actually want to Rodnam my parents?"

That was quite a surprise. Pran didn't think Pat even wanted to be in the same room with them before, and now he wants to Rodnam them? Go sit there at their feet, ask for their blessing, and act like a sweet obedience child. Pat? With his parents?

"Eh... maybe?"

Pat looked pretty hesitant with his answer, but after a moment of silence, he did not change it.

"We can try."

"Really?"

"So you just want to vent but not actually do it?"

"No! I want to do it! Really! For real!"

"Yeah, yeah. It's not like they don't know we live together."

"They know?"

"I'm pretty sure they know. No one has said anything yet, but... I don't know. They are not stupid, you know. And lately, we didn't even try to hide."

"I don't think my mom is going to flip just because I asked if you could come pay respect to her. Maybe she will flip if I tell her I'm going to pay respect to yours. But I don't think she will ask, so I will probably just not mention it and skip that conversation."

"I will have you know, she has come quite far."

Pat made a face.

"I hope that's true."

"That's final, then. We're going to be at my grandmother's on the 14th, and Uncle Pok's family will probably be there. Aunt Pann too. I'm not bringing you with me that day this year. Let's start with just my parents first. From 12 to 16, other than 14, you can pick any day."

"Kay"

.

He is the one who tells his boyfriend that his mom will be fine with him coming in on Songkran, 'intruding' on family time, but will she really?

Pran wants to say she definitely will. But still, he was scared.

If he decides not to go through with it, Pat will understand. He might be teasing him for a bit for chicken out of something he suggested himself, but he will understand.

He can still scrub the plan.

Nah.

What is he? A coward? Definitely NOT.

.

"My mom agreed."

She acts like she knows and has been fine with their relationship all along. Pran is not sure who she tries to deceive—herself or him.

It seems pointless.

Well, this attitude is better than before, for sure, and he is not about to question it.

"I never think I'm going to live to see the day your mom accepts me as her son-in-law."

Pat pretends to swoon.

"What son-in-law? I have no husband."

Pran retaliate. The word 'yet' nearly got out without thinking.

"One day, you will."

Is it bad that he got a butterfly from that? Just a little, he swears.

"Let the bill actually pass first, then we can talk."

"Awww, I know you want me."

"Don't be stupid."

Pran laughs, pushing Pat away.

"What about your dad?"

Pat made a face.

"He didn't say anything. My mom says she is happy you want to join us, and my dad keeps his quiet—no complaints, no weird noise of disapproval, nothing, just quiet, so yeah, all is well."

.

"Did you know my dad never joined my mom's family on Songkran before they married?"

"Don't your parents marry less than a year after they met?"

"You are no fun."

"You love me."

"Yeah, I love you. You little joy killer."

.

"Pat, why does your Nam Ob come in a plastic bottle?"

"What's wrong with it?"

"Where do you even find Nam Ob that comes in a plastic bottle? I swear it's only come in a glass bottle. And what brand is this? It smells weird."

"It's not! It from 7–11. It literally sits there in front of the drink shelf in 7-11. You just dropped by there this evening. How come you don't see it?"

"You buy Nam Ob at 7-11? Wow, just wow."

If he sees Nam Ob at 7-11, he probably buys it there too instead of going to the other shop just to buy one thing every year, but Pat didn't need to know that.

.

"Why can't we just pour the Nam Ob straight from the bottle into their hands?"

"Pat, I swear."

"What? What's wrong with that? Korn has done it too!"

"Yeah, and Korn is the exact same type as my mom."

"Next, you're going to suggest we use that plastic water bowl you got as a package deal with Nam Ob to catch the water during the time we Rodnam my parents."

"It sure would be a whole lot easier to clean compared to that delicate, unpractical little glass tray with pedestal you brought. THAT gives me a scare of my life every moment I have to hold it. The plastic bowl will not."

"Why glass, by the way? If you want to go for traditional, shouldn't it be the gold or silver one? Or maybe Benjarong? Do we use Benjarong for this?"

"My mom likes it. She is the one who brought a set that was used during my dad's Songkran every year. I think there is another set for her parents too, but I was too young back then, so I don't remember much."

"Did you pick what you will bring as a gift yet?"

"Is the tea box set good enough? It's a premium tea from Doi Mae Salong. Super fine plucking too. Your mom loves tea, right?"

"Shouldn't it be some type of cloth?"

"Umm, why?"

Pran sigh.

"If I wronged you in any way before, please forgive me."

If you ask, Pat will tell you that he is 100% sure he was the one who was wronged by them, not the other way around. Sadly, this is what he asked for, so he will have to suck it up.

Having to sit through an awkward meal and an even more awkward family ritual where he clearly out of place isn't that enjoyable, but the fantasy of having the main door open for him is too great for anything to weigh him down.

At least it's going to be done soon.

"I wish you good health. Anything you think of, let it become true. Let your life and career be more and more prosperous."

The blessings are as generic as they can be. Nothing is meaningful like what Pran gets.

Pat is just glad he gets any blessings at all.

The brief touch at the top of his head feels surprisingly nice. Better than he thinks it will be. And with that, the ceremony is done.

Now Pat can pretend to be a good child who wants to help tidy everything up in earnest and escape the scenes for a while. He is grateful for the fact that after so many years of sneaking around, he finally gets to be an invited guess, but he is also in urgent need of alone time away from their eyes.

If Pran can come with him for a bit, that would be great, but at the moment, it seems like the most Pran could do is distract his parents while Pat flees.

.

Pran is still with his dad when Dissaya approaches him at the front of the house, where he is putting all their belongings in his car.

Due to the lack of topics he can think of, Pat just started thanking Pran's mom again for today. It's a little too uneasy, but that's pretty much all he does all day.

Her acknowledgement is practically permission for him to marry her son, for all he cares. Never think he will ever see this day, really.

She sighs and breathes in deeply. Her eyes make Pat paranoid. Pran's beloved mother will never be Pat's favorite person.

"Pran is my son. He will always be my precious little boy. I didn't approve of him being so close with you before because I didn't want him to make the same mistake as me. I will admit that I judged you too harshly and too soon. You make Pran happy, have been for quite some time now. If Pran wants you to be part of our family, then yes, I can look past the other things and accept you."

This little speech of hers makes Pat want to roll his eyes.

Madam Dissaya sure is pretentious.

But contrary to what Pran may think, he does practice self-restraint. So, of course, he thanks her again.

Today is a success.

"Since they now officially know about us, I can openly go into the house wherever, right?"

Pat slides one hand onto Pran's knee before asking teasingly. His boyfriend seems to be in a very good mood, since he let it sit there without starting to lecture him on the topic of the dangers of carelessness while driving.

"Don't test my mom's patience too much."

Pran scolds him, but there is clearly mirth in his voice.

"You mom say I make you happy~"

"You do"

Those two words sound so loving. Pat can help but melt a little.

"She says she accepts me as a part of the family."

He brags further. This time, Pran was actually surprised.

"What? Really? Word by word, or?"

"Word-by-word"

His love reaction makes him feel all puff up. Like that cute little bird he saw on the timeline.

"Is my mom proposing to you for me?"

Pran laugh. His hand is playing with the hand on his knee now.

"It's a yes, by the way."

"I didn't ask yet, you dorks."

"No need. My beloved mother-in-law already asked for you."

"I should be a good son and marry who she picks then."

"Yeah, you better."

"That bill—should we try to win the title of the first couple to register after it passes?"

"Sure, I want to be the first in everything, don't you know?" Pat jokes.

If this is Pran's hint for him to propose, he wouldn't be opposed to it. More than ready, actually.

Suddenly, there is something cold sitting on his finger.

"If you don't like this one, the shop allows us to return it and pick up a new one in a 30-day time frame. There will be some fee, of course."

Pat nearly crashed the car.

[shions-new-blog-of-stuff]

"The Photo Album"

Canon x OC

CW: drugs mention, abuse

Catherine quietly flips through the pages of the large, well used photo album one evening. Most of the pictures were of her through her youth to adulthood -- school photos, trips with her grandfather. There's plenty of pictures of her grandfather -- in military uniform, chef's uniform, fisherman's gear, casual wear and formal wear.

Leon sits beside her, studying each photo, noticing that there were no pictures of Catherine's parents.

"Hate to bring it up but...do you remember your mom and dad at all?" Leon asks.

Catherine pauses mid flipping a page, shaking her head.

"I haven't seen them since I was four...I vaguely recall their faces," she replied.

"Yeah, you told me that their drug habit forced your Grandpa to get custody of you."

"I only...remember what my uncle and my grandpa told me when I was older. The court battle was a real shit show. My uncle's words, not mine."

"Your parents...what did they try to do to you? If it's too much to say...you don't have to--"

Catherine takes a deep breath, trying to compose herself.

"They were so desperate for their fix, they tried to give me to their dealer in exchange for just a couple bags of drugs."

Leon was taken aback. "Jesus Christ... what?!"

"My uncle Lindsey that day was visiting and he saw my dad trying to force me into the car. He asked what was going on. My mom said it was none of his business. Uncle sensed that something wasn't right. Apparently I told Uncle something, I don't remember. But it was enough to make my uncle completely pissed off at my parents. My uncle got me away from them...and he ended up beating the crap out my dad and the dealer with a baseball bat."

Leon listened intently, his hands holding hers. Catherine was trying hard to hold back tears.

"I didn't know it was that bad... I'm sorry Catherine."

Catherine nods, "No, it's ok. You didn't know."

She takes several deep breaths before continuing.

"My uncle did jail time, but he's always told me he doesn't regret it. He'd make the same choice if he could go back to that moment. What was most important to him, was to make sure I was safe."

Leon pulls her into a hug, "I can understand that..."

"What I remember was the train ride, with one of my aunts accompanying me. I remember her helping me off the train, and my grandpa all dressed up in his Sunday best. He welcomed me with open arms."

"He got you out of a terrible situation...and with everything else you told me about him, now I really wish I could have met him."

Catherine smiles weakly, blinking away tears. She turns the album to an empty page, sliding a new picture of herself and Leon at the beach in the plastic cover.

"So do I, Leon," she replies, "So do I."

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@baldursbasics

@the-resident-vampire

@likesugarandcyanide

[pina-anarchy]

2. Uncle Willard Knows

Ronny and I slipped off the top bunk and hurried out the camper door. I was positive Uncle Willard knew what we had been doing. There was no way he could have missed the heavy smell of our cum. Ronny and I raced into the diner and I pushed him into the bathroom and into a stall.

"I think your dad knows," I whispered into his ear.

"What makes you think that?" he asked.

"Didn't you see the way he was sniffing?" I said. "I'm sure he smelled it."

Ronny covered his mouth with his hands, his eyes opened wide.

"Let's just pretend like nothing happened," I said. Ronny nodded. We took several deep breaths, tried to act calm and left the bathroom. Our families were already in the diner and seated in a corner booth.

"Where did you boys go?" Mom asked. "We're almost ready to order."

"The bathroom," I said. Ronny and I scooted into the booth next to our dads. But all during lunch, I tried not to look at Uncle Willard.

After lunch, we took off again. This time I sat up front next to Dad. Ronny and Uncle Willard sat at the little table in the middle of the camper and played cards. We drove until late afternoon, when we pulled off the freeway and headed down a narrow road through the woods.

"How far off the freeway did you say it was?" Dad asked Uncle Willard.

"Not far. Five miles tops," Uncle Willard replied.

"Where are we going, Dad?" I asked.

"A campground," Dad said. "Uncle Willard says it's a nice, quiet place."

The road curved through the woods and up and down several hills before we spotted the turnoff to Lake Wimehama State Campground. The road into the campground was barely wide enough for our campers. It twisted and turned down a hillside through a thick forest. When it leveled out, we found a number of campsites, but we were definitely the only ones in the entire place.

Dad pulled into a campsite near the bathrooms. Mom and Aunt Lenora parked in the adjoining campsite.

While the adults got supper ready, Ronny and I headed out to explore the campgrounds.

"Don't go too far," Aunt Lenora warned us. "There might be bears around."

We found a sign pointing to Lake Wimehama. The trail to the lake was only a quarter mile or so and the lake was more like a big pond. Ronny and I raced around the lake and made it back to our campsites in time for supper.

As we ate the sun set and it got real dark. Something about being out in nature and watching the stars above the trees made me pretty sleepy. Maybe it was the boring chit chat of our parents, but well before our normal bed time, Ronny and I crawled into our bunk bed and fell asleep.

It was real late when I heard Dad and Uncle Willard come to bed. They were sleeping together in the bottom bed. I was about to drift off to sleep again when I heard Uncle Willard say, "I think our boys were beating off today."

"Oh," Dad said. "What makes you think that?"

"When we stopped for lunch and I came back here to get them, I swear I could smell a whole lot of fresh cum," Uncle Willard said with a laugh.

Dad laughed and said, "What do you expect, Willy, they're just boys. What else are they going to do? Remember how often we beat off together when we were their age?"

"Yeah," Uncle Willard said with a sigh. "Weren't those the days? We sure had a lot of fun."

"We sure did," Dad added. "I'm getting hard just thinking about it."

"You, too?" Uncle Willard asked. "Look at this - I haven't had a boner this stiff in months."

"That is hard ... it feels great," Dad said. "Pussy does get old when it's all you get for a while."

"I know exactly what you mean," Uncle Willard said. "There's nothing like good, hard dick. Damn, your cock feels good, too."

"I still remember when Grandpa found us jerking each other. I thought we were going to get a licking, but wasn't that something when he showed us how to suck dick?" Dad said longingly.

"I nearly drowned when he shot his load down my throat," Uncle Willard noted. "Man, his juice tasted good, though. I could never get enough of it."

"Makes my balls feel so warm all over remembering all the things Grandpa taught us. I can still feel his hard cock up my ass," Dad said.

"And I will never forget what it looked like the first time he slid that snake of his up your butt. Whenever I'm real horny all I have to do is remember that day and I can cum like that," Uncle Willard said.

"Damn, that feels good, Willy," Dad said. "I'm not going to last long if you keep doing that, brother."

said.

"Damn, that feels good, Willy," Dad said. "I'm not going to last long if you keep doing that, brother."

Their voices went quiet, but not the other sounds they were making. There was a lot of squishing and slurping and the camper was gently rocking. I wanted so much to lean over and look at what Dad and Uncle Willard were doing, but I didn't dare. I just lay there, still as a mouse. My dick was so stiff it hurt.

Then I heard them gasp and moan and the whole camper reeked of the thickest, strongest cum you could imagine. It was so dark in the camper I couldn't tell if Ronny was awake or not. I slipped my hand between his legs and found his throbbing wiener. He was awake all right. The instant I touched him, he creamed in my hand. When I felt his hot goo on my fingers, I sprayed a load into the sheets.

[luvforemikai]

The price of life

Jamie Reagan x daughter!reader

summary - when you get shot by an ex cop, you feel guilty for the justice that was brought on him

warnings - mentions of murder, blood, shooting, and guns. this is somewhat based of off season 1 episode 15 so you'll most likely understand it better if you watch the episode. Though most factors arent included in the episode and likewise. And if you see me put their names in front of quotes thats so you dont get confused.

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"Whats the next question" your grandpa Frank asks. You and frank are at the park eating hotdogs while you're doing a school presentation on him and his job. "Do you regret some things that have happened on the job?" You say. Pretty hesitant because you might've already known the answer to that, considering what happened to your uncle Joe. Frank takes a deep breath to gather his thoughts while staring off into space. "I have a few. When you sign up to do the things i do. Along with your dad jamie and uncle danny, some things take a toll on you. Mentally. Physically." You look down, trying to avoid the uncomfortable eye contact.. "There are things i regret i admit that. But i dont regret anything that has brought you guys into my life", he says while lifting your chin and smiling. You plaster a sad but meaningful smile on your face. "What else you got for me kid." Frank says while taking a bite out of his fry. You chuckle and look at your paper.

"So, how was i? Too detailed? Not enough details?" Frank asks while walking you to your apartment complex. Jamie had just gotten home. Its nearly dark out when you hear tires screech on the road. "You were percectly fi-" you're cut off by frank taking you to the ground, and sound of gunshots, and a burning feeling in your chest and leg. The dark SUV drifted off before you could process what happened. "Are you okay??" Frank asks while his security team asks the same of him. "Yeah" you faintly whisper with a rasp in your voice. Franks face is plain until he looks at your chest. You look down too and see blood pooling. Frank takes his hands and puts them on your wound making you flinch and groan. "You're gonna be okay y/n, just listen to the sound of my voice", is all you hear while your vision gets blurred and you slowly lose consciousness.

You wake up in the hospital with all the reagans surrounding you. "Y/n". Jamie says your name as he's sitting on a chair beside your hospital bed. You groan as you try to shift positions. "Agh, what happened". Jamie puts a hand on your shoulder "just lay down, relax." "You were shot y/n. In the chest and leg." Danny says. Linda is beside you too, rubbing your arm. She's always been like a mother to you so it was actually quite comforting, which was her initial goal. "We're gonna find who did this to you, i promise" frank says while reaching into his coat pocket to make some calls. He walks out of the room and starts talking to somebody on the phone. "Let me know if you need anything, and i mean anything".."thank you aunt erin" you say while weakly smiling. Your father, Jamie, kisses you on the forehead and leaves the room.

Its been 2 weeks and you're finally getting discharged. Feeling nothing but relief to sleep in your own bed again, eating seasoned foods that aren't bland. You order your dad to stop by the market to get you some jell-o. You've became addicted to it in the hospital and craved more. He agreed after you used your crippled status as a defeating moment. "Take it easy okay?" Jamie says as you make your way on the wheelchair. "I'll be fine I swear.". As you leave the hospital you can sense theres more than your additional family member outside waiting for you, and you were right. Frank ordered officers to 1, take you home and 2, stand gaurd outside of your apartment building. He'd offered you come stay at his home but you just wanted to lay in your bed. Jamie helped you into the back of the car. Your cast on your leg making it extra hard. He hands you your crutches and goes into the driver seat, telling frank we'll be just fine without the escort home.

You arrive home and eddie janko is there. You're crutches are giving you a hard time so she made it easier for you and met you half way. "Hiiii!!!" You say excited. Eddie was like another mother to you so seeing her after what happened instantly made you 1000x better. "Aww i heard about what happened, are you okayy".."yeah i will be. Thank you for coming though I've been wanting to see you" you say while smiling ear to ear, happy your second favorite person in the world is there with you. "Anything for you".."Cmon sweetie lets go inside" jamie says, worried your arms might give out relying on those crutches. You make it up the elevator to your home and head straight for the stairs. You freeze and stare at them in defeat. "Uh dad".."yeah?" He says while closing and locking the door. "Can i get some help". He looks at you and starts to laugh under his breath at the fact that you completely forgot you had stairs. He lifts you up bridal style and takes you up to your room.

Its sunday and you're getting ready for sunday dinner over franks place. You're trying to put on some pants and slide them over your cast but you're having a hell of a hard time. Eddie knocks on your door. "You need help with that?".."yes. Please. Im getting hot and stressed" while you let out a tired chuckle. "Ive had so many casts this is like muscle memory for me." Eddie says while kneeling and smiling. "Thank you for being here. I really appreciate it. Im glad my dad doesnt have to help me all by himself."..."of course. And i want you to know im not just doing this for your dad im doing it for you too. You both need a break it looks like"..."yeah you got that right" you say while laughing and eddie joins in. "Hey you guys ready to go?" Jamie walks in with your shoes and crutches. "Yeah dad lets go".

You arrive at franks place and is greeted like a lost puppy. You dont know how to feel about it but you were just shot twice so you let it slide for now. You guys are sitting at the table eating when your uncle danny mentions the person who shot you. Danny - "well, thank God the person who shot you is no longer in the streets" Y/n - "you guys arrested him? Why did nobody tell me?" You say while smiling. Danny - "well... we didnt exactly arrest him" y/n - "what do you mean?... you killed him?" Danny - "we seen the shot and took it y/n." Y/n - "right but why." Henry - "y/n he shot you. Did you expect them to just let him live" y/n - "no but it was the right thing to do!" You say while your voice shakes and cracks. Danny - "he shot you y/n!! And who knows who else he was thinkin about killing! Mind you, you arent the only one in new york he could've had his eyes on!" Y/n - "Yeah! I know that but you dont go around killing people in my name! I lived! And his life doesnt substitute for mine even if i didnt!!" You yell and grab your crutches to walk out. "Y/n!" Jamie yells after you while you leave to go sit in the living room. "She's right ya know" frank says as he takes a spoonfull of food in his mouth.

You refuse to talk to anyone and tell jamie to take you home. He does as he's asked to prevent any other arguing.

You're sitting in bed, blaming yourself for your shooters death when jamie comes in with the rest of your dinner you left. "Thank you" you smile and take the plate and spoon. Jamie sits next to you and put his arm around you. "Its not your fault you know"..."how"..."your uncle danny made a decision. Maybe that decision wasn't his to make but he made it. And he got a killer off the streets because of it. We didn't tell you this but, that guy, he was a killer. He took people away from their families. Mothers, fathers, daughters. People like that have no humanity. No guilt. No respect. Uncle danny made the decision that one life would save hundreds more. The life of the victims, the life of the cops who work the case, and the life of the families. Maybe it was the right decision maybe it wasn't. Who are we to decide that. But one thing i do know is that this is not your fault and it will never be your fault. Its his for putting a price on life.". You nod and look up at him. "Thank you dad" while he kisses your forehead. He takes a spoon of your food and eats it. "This is really good". You both laugh and look at eachother while he rests his head on the top of yours. "I love you y/n" "i love you too"

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I redid the end 3 times. Hope it was worth it.

[sportspuckball]

cedar park: taryn & addie

I have a thing for writing from multiple POVs. Maybe it's my offline life work that involves a lot of thinking about how different folks would approach a situation, or maybe it's just that I get bored with one person's brain after a while. WHO KNOWS.

If you're reading along, you know Addie's support system is a big part of this story. I decided it was time to hear from Auntie Taryn.

“When they told you, did your tummy drop?” 

“Yeah.” 

“I’m sorry they did that, Bugaboo,” Taryn said. “It was mean. I think they told you that to make you feel bad about yourself and your dad, and that’s not cool.” 

“I do feel bad,” Addie confessed and Taryn’s heart clenched. 

“You’re going to have chances to do to someone else what they did to you today,” Taryn said. “Remember how your tummy felt, okay? We never need to go after someone just to make ourselves feel better. We can feel better on our own, not because someone else feels small. Makes sense?” 

God, I am making a MESS of this, Taryn thought to herself. 

“Is it like how Taylor says that we keep our side of the street clean. Asher and Harper don’t.”

Thanking the gods for Taylor Alison Swift, Taryn chuckled. “Absolutely, Addie. They tried to hurt you, but now we’ll just go about our business. One final thing I want to say. You’re a Tkachuk woman. You, and me, and Grandma. Aunt Emma and Sadie, too, but the three of us are the OGs, right?” 

“Right.” 

Taryn could hear the growing confidence and knew she was on the right track. “Lots and lots and lots of people have opinions on your grandpa, your uncle, and your dad. We’ve told you that. You’ve seen that. Asher and Harper thought they could hurt you with their opinions. 

“Pretty soon, though, kid, they’re gonna have opinions on you. The world knows what being a Tkachuk man looks like, you’re about to show them that being a Tkachuk woman is even better. But to do that, we’re going to have to work on two things. One, don’t ever let the small people know they got to you. And two, never ever make someone feel small. You got me?” 

“I got you, Auntie T.”

“I love you forever, Bugaboo. Now go get your dad for me, will ya?” “I love you forever plus forever so that’s foreverest,” Addie responded.

[pinkarsonist0]

Cotcweek23 Day 3:Past/Futute

Jason and Craig are 18 in this. This is a crack fic, do NOT take this seriously even a little bit.

Jason's POV:Night shifts sucked, I mean I always stayed up Saturday's but not cause of work. I watched the telephone on my desk, believe it or not, not a single call made it to me yet all my coworker's phones were going off.

*Sighs* Okay, how did I end up here...?

Oh yeah, I needed the money yet a 911 operator was all I could land, it's fine...You're fine, at least you think you are. So this what speech therapy could do to me in elementary school?

Oh hey, elementary school. When I could just go to the creek and escape Eleanor's chihuahuas or my dad talking fucking loud over the phone, it was nice...Oh wait-

Craig, damnit Craig just remembered him.

Me and Craig talked every now and then in middle school and high school we actually hung out a lot but I'm not sure, I'm not sure if he liked me back. Now Craig is busy with college and our talks were shorter and shorter, *Sighs* If only I could say how much I liked you, Craig.

After watching my coworker try to calm a woman down over the phone, something about her kid eating a lemon and dying? Dunno if he's dead, but my the phone began ringing. Huh. Guess I won't spend the...Uh, next 5 hours of my shift bored. I picked up the phone and raised the phone to my ear, "911, what's your emergency?".

Craig's POV:College sucked, like really sucked. At this point I'm starting to think there's more coffee in my body than all the other liquids, my dorm mate is probably a drug dealer but I have no proof, at least not yet.

Grandma and grandad were happy I was home from college so they decided to just, come over. Ask if how school is, how my grades were, if I found anyone...AH! I hated that question, looking at you Aunt Kim when I came home from my last day as a senior in high school.

I tried sitting at the table collecting my thoughts, guess I couldn't have a moment silence when I overheard a crash in the living room then grandma Jojo screaming.

Bernard rushed to where I was, "Craig! Grandpa Earl is having a heart attack! We need you to call an ambulance for him, go go go!"Bernard pushed me towards the phone almost making me fall face first.

Maybe I should put that kickstarter to put down my brother back up, I just need to come with some more benefits besides me getting pushed way less.

I grabbed the phone and pushed in the buttons to 911, "911, what's your emergency?".

"My grandad is having a heart attack!"

"Wait, Craig Williams, the mapmaker of the creek?"

Wait, that slight lisp...That that...Could that be...

"Jason the junior forest scout?

I do not know what to say...What is Jason doing as a 911 operator? Wait, damnit Craig...You would know, if only you weren't stuck doing those college tests and exams...And other stuff people do at college that the author of this fic doesn't know about cause she's not in college...

"I...I missed you..."Jason says over the phone.

Jason's POV:Ah! Damnit Jason, who reunites with an old friend and crush and the first thing they say is, 'I miss you' HOW?!

"I...I love you..."

I could feel the tears run down his face over the phone as if he was gonna burst into tears realising it is me over the phone "O-Oh, Craig...I...I love you too...", I did not know what to say. I never thought this midnight shift would be the cause of me finally confessing my feelings to my love, but atlas his grandfather is having a heart attack. "Oh wait, my granddad..."Craig remembered last minute "Don't worry, I have your address memorised, unless you moved or you're at someone else's house..." "The only place I am is your heart-" "Craig your grandfather is dying" "Ah! Oh uh...No, I'm at my house, same address...".

I sent the ambulance to Craig's address and stayed on the phone with him, but then I realised I couldn't stay on much longer. "I'm sorry but I have to hang up, someone might also be dying" "Oh, okay, good night sweet Prince..."

"Good night, mapboy" And I hung up the phone, not long after someone else was calling

[follyglass]

Follyglass : Inheritance

When our grandfather talked about the red-on-white china set in his house, he reverently called it ‘our inheritance.’The porcelain shone from the darkened cupboard, and unlike other families I knew, we didn’t even take it out and use it on holidays; instead we ate our squash and turkey from plastic plates.

I never really saw what was so special about the china set; instead of lushly spangled roses and birds in ecstasy, these plates and teacups and bowls had old-timey scenes of bridges and creeks and trees. You know. Normal stuff that you could see if you just looked out the window. Just older. Sometimes, I thought that if the artist was alive now, she’d try to paint something like the tipping barn a few roads over or get all poetic and waste her talent painting a scene of Lou’s Pizza Shack. And I say that as someone who deeply respects Lou’s Pizza Shack.

And, get this, the china set isn’t even complete. We know this because grandpa would sometimes confess that “There are already quite a few pieces missing,” and he’d smile about it like it was an accomplishment.

My dad once told us that Great Aunt Delvey once broke a cup. He added that she seemed pretty happy about it, and I could only guess was that she thought the set was frogbutt-ugly, too.

So, yeah. The stupid set of china that wasn’t even pretty and had pieces missing and broken was, as grandpa put it to the family “Our glorious inheritance.”

But still, the older people in our family didn’t disagree. Well, except maybe Great Aunt Delvey, but she wasn’t around anymore to dispute it.

Not that I really said anything, but what I most disliked about the whole business was that my older brother never shared in the enthusiasm of the grown-ups in the family. I could only only conclude that he thought he would be skipped over if and when the china set was passed down, on account of him being adopted, and the set was only for - as grandma put it - “True Willoughby Family.” This only made me hate the whole thing more. If they didn’t consider Ty to be Willoughby, well then, I wanted to be skipped over, too.

Stupid plates. Stupid rules for a stupid inheritance.

But.

On Ty’s sixteenth birthday while everyone else was outside eatin’ hot dogs and coleslaw and shimmying jello birthday cake, the inside of my grandparents’ house was cool and quiet, and I sat undisturbed on the rough carpet in the den while I colored in some drawings. When the kitchen door opened, and I heard Ty’s voice and grandpa’s, I watched quietly. Unnoticed.

In a kindly way, Grandpa began explaining the history of the porcelain to Ty. How old it was. Who painted it. Why she painted it (the story : there used to be a whole Willoughby County in Maine, and before it all just poof disappeared, Hesta Willoughby began to paint all of everything she saw). And then I waited for Grandpa to say ‘sorry, son, you aren’t a true Willoughby, so no red plate for you, best I can do is this plastic cup and how about an already opened pack of hot dog buns?’ but he didn’t. Instead, Grandpa said to Ty, “Pick one, whatever you’d like. It’s yours and always will be. You’re a Willoughby, and I’m pleased to give you your glorious inheritance.”

Ty opened the cabinet and after a few moments, plucked out a saucer.

“Oh, that’s a good piece. Real good piece. You’re absolutely sure?” asked grandpa.

Ty nodded yes,“I like the clouds over the hills. Thank you.”

From where I was, I couldn’t tell if Ty really liked it or not. He was quiet. Perhaps being overly polite. Grandpa whispered something else to Ty and gave him a hug.

A week later, I found pieces of the saucer in Ty’s room. Smashed. I wanted to ask him, but never could, and I was doubly confused when Ty seemed the happiest he had ever been. “King of my castle,” he said, and Dad Jeff replied “Of course you are!”

It was enough to me that Ty had been given something, and thus was considered my brother through and through, so I didn’t guess at anything, which was hard. If he was happy, I was happy.

And I wasn’t bitter anymore. The pictures on the porcelain seemed friendlier. The red strokes became livelier. Sometimes I gazed into the cupboard and wondered when it was my time, what would I pick?

Years later, after I had stood in front of the cabinet and picked out a teacup (a pond with ducks and a willow) Grandpa hugged me and whispered “When you’re alone, smash it, trust me, kid, it’s your glorious Willoughby inheritance”

It was. I’ll admit I broke the rules in that I wasn’t alone. When me and Ty were out in the back on the rocks, I smashed the little red teacup and a world forgotten unfurled from the shards. The pond, the ducks, the willows…..it all ‘became’ in front of us, these pieces of memory rendered true and wild in tender red strokes. The hills beyond, and the skies above; it was all a glorious inheritance of a county that only existed anymore in our family’s hands, our own little Willoughby kingdoms.

And me and Ty set off in the red to go find the castle we could see in the distance.

[roadtogracelandx45]

Got You|3| One Chicago/Blue Bloods crossover

@prettyinpayne

masterlist

Part 3

Erin for the first time in years pulled Libby into a hug and hugged her tightly, she had a nightmare the night before where she had died too on the scene and they had lost both of them. 

“Are you okay?” She asked pulling back to look at her.

 “For the most part.” She returned, “Michael showed up at the house.” 

“And she pulled a gun on him,” Mouse informed with a laugh. 

“You did what?” Linda was surprised, Libby was usually the more well-mannered Reagan sibling. 

 “Yeah, I  wasn’t going to deal with his bullshit. Not after losing Joe last night.”

 “I would have shot him.” Henry added coming down the stairs, “And you would have had an excuse.” 

Libby laughed sadly, “The law may not have a problem with it. But his family would.”  Henry waved his hand, in an as if manner before coming down the rest of the stairs.

 ‘You remember Will’s brother Jay right?’ Henry nodded his head, reaching out to shake Jay’s hand. 

“And this is his best friend Mouse. They came in last night after Joe.” She paused and Jay rested his hand on her lower back, Will had gone to get some food from Juniors and was going to be meeting them at the house, and he promised Will he would keep an eye on Libby. Not that he needed the prompting. 

He was going to keep an eye on her anyways. Will had been right when he said that Libby would have been perfect for him if she wasn’t married to that jerk-off. And as much as he didn’t want to be that guy to break things up, he couldn’t help himself. Normally he waited but this time, he saw something and was going to take it.

 “Where’s Dad and Danny?” Libby asked after a heartbeat, there were several totes of pictures on the dining room table that Nicky was sitting at and she didn’t want to get over emotional. 

 “They are that the funeral home,”  Linda answered, coming back into the dining room with a tray of coffee mugs and a coffee pot. 

“Is Walter doing the service?” The youngest returned, finally taking her normal seat next to Nicky and pulling her knee up to her chest. It had struck Linda and Erin how young she looked, she had on a sweatshirt that was two times too big and must have been Jay’s. 

Her hair was pulled back into a messy bun on top of her head and her face was scrubbed free of makeup. A lot of the time Libby carried herself too seriously, like her father, and that made it easier for her to hide things and to be serious as a cop.  This was the Libby they knew and loved.

“Is that you Aunt Libby?” Nicky asked, tilting a picture towards her aunt, who smiled sadly, ‘Yeah, that was mine and Jamie’s first communion. It must have been before I broke my arm.” 

“You broke your arm?” Jack asked as he and Sean joined him, the younger boy going to sit on her lap. 

“Your uncle Danny.” Erin started with a laugh, “Decided it would be a good idea to take the twins on a joy ride in your Grandpa’s car.” 

 “And you went?” The kids were peppering their aunts with questions, curious.

“Yes, back then I didn’t know to listen to Uncle Danny, he’s my big brother, he wouldn’t let me get hurt on purpose.” 

 Jay handed her a coffee mug over Sean’s head, silently asking her if she was okay.  She nodded her head in return mouthing her thanks, she was fighting to hold herself together.  

But she didn’t want to break not in front of her niece and nephews. They didn’t need to see it.  

Last night was too much. 

The front door opened and Libby’s twin brother Jamie and his girlfriend Sidney came in stopping Libby from having to strengthen her facade, instead, she stood up quickly and went over to greet him. 

“You okay Lib?” He asked, he had been informed of what happened the night before and his twin’s reckless actions. He was torn from being proud of her and wanting to scold her for being reckless. They could be planning two funerals instead of one. He settled for being indifferent, they needed each other, and no fights were needed.

  “Not really, but I will be okay.” “You were really brave to do that Libby.” Sidney added, “Who is that?” Jay had moved to stand in the doorway, eyes on Libby. 

“That’s Jay, He is Will's older brother. His best friend Mouse is with the kids.” Jamie raised his eyebrow, he had heard all about Jay and Mouse. And he knew that Libby had feelings for Jay. And seeing him now, he understood why Libby liked him.  “Aunt Libby! Come here!” Nicky’s voice called from the dining room. “From the sounds of it, I think she found the pictures from her mom’s wild days.” 

“Good thing we burned all of ours,” Jamie muttered as he shrugged off his coat and took Sidenys from her. “What’s the deal with you and Libby?” His girlfriend asked before he could.  Jay bristled and glanced over his shoulder at Libby sitting again at the table. “Nothing we are just friends.” Jamie laughed as he shook his head, there was no way that Libby thought of this kid as anything but just a friend.                                   

“Hey! Jay c’here!” Mouse called from the dining room, he and the kids had gone through some of the pictures and found some pictures of Libby that Jay had to see. “Look, whatever happens between you two, just don’t hurt my sister.” Jamie commented as he went to follow him into the room, “She has been through enough and she doesn’t need her heart broken again.”  Jay inclined his head and went to his friend’s side.  

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“Reagan.”  “Detective Reagan? This is Olivia Benson with Manhattan Special Victims Unit.” Olivia Benson said into the phone, her eyes going to the man who was sitting smugly in the holding cell, he had been picked up in the mists of a sexual assault and immediately dropped Reagan's last name. No one had wanted to call them after knowing that one of their family members, one of their own police officers was killed.

 “Yes?”  

“Do you know a Michael O’Malley?”

 “Son of a bitch” She swore, “What did he do? You know what, I don’t want to know. Just leave him in lock up, I will try and get there when I can.” 

“No rush Detective, we know you are grieving.” 

“Thank you, Detective Benson.”  Olivia disconnected the phone and threw it on the desk. “Looks like you are staying here for a while. Your get-out-of-jail-free card is being revoked.” her partner Elliott called. “We will see.’ Michael commented, “We will see.” 

[hexarcana]

At work lately I’ve been juggling my many AUs and ideas but I really cooked myself with the following

A swap where the narratives of the pines family is swapped with the yearlings (so the pines have magic and Aggie is responsible for the portal) which is interesting but requires me to pull in my side ocs and it’s still not a perfect 1:1 translation but it’s been interesting

And then I got the crazy idea of doing basically the same thing but having Aggie be a twin so the translation works a little better

But that’s so crazy bc I’d be literally deleting ford and making another character

Like I’m not gonna pursue this further than my little scratchy doodles but I did have one revelation that I might try to explore for funsies

For years I championed grunkle for grandpa but it ended up not being canon but I could theoretically have… Graunty for Grandma

Like imagine Aggies twin sister goes through the portal (Her name is Agnes but goes by Nessie) and she has to assume her sisters identity but she’s got this son

But this son can’t see, so how’s he gonna know if he’s talking to his mom or aunt

Like sure she could let him in on the rouse but maybe he’s too young or something but she just raises her son as if she’s his aunt etc etc fakes her death so there’s no loose ends

Olive comes into the picture and she’s always assumed her great aunt Aggie was Agnes, and that Agatha, her dads birth mom had died when he was little but then the portal opens and out steps the REAL Agnes and Aggie is revealed to be the long-dead Agatha and

Yeah

It’s what I wanted from canon 😂 I wanted the kids to be like waIT YOURE OUR DEAD GRANDPA STANLEY THAT DIED WHEN OUR DAD WAS A KID????!??

Again these AUs are like

So not my usual scene but it’s fun to think about even if I don’t plan to take it further than MAYBE a couple drawings

I honestly feel bad “getting rid” of Ford lol rip Ford you would have loved Nessie Yearling