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awol one & daddy kev -- suck my brain

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Greatest Songs Ever - Part 21 (Off the Rails)

Never has one of these been as off-the-rails as this one seems. I promise it’s not on purpose. With Part 20 being much more close to home, naturally, part 21 veers the opposite direction. 

Some of these you might not know, and I encourage you to check them out. here’s your link to the ongoing playlist. Let’s do this!

2011 “Lock Down (feat. Leo the Lion)” -  Adam Skinner & Dan Skinner

We kick it off with the bop of the century. Maybe that’s an overstatement, but “Lock Down” crept into my life through the Giant Bombcast. The duders over there stumbled on this track in AudioNetwork, a royalty-free subscription music service. They played it during live stream downtime and their community ate it up. It became somewhat of an inside joke, while simultaneously being a banger. It’s categorized as “new-soul,” but its got a funk and a groove to it that gets your feet moving. I know nothing about Adam or Dan Skinner, and even less about Leo the Lion, but accidentally stumbling on such a fun track is kind of what this list is all about.  

1983 “Sharp Dressed Man” - ZZ Top

ZZ Top is a mood. I always feel like ZZ Top songs only have words to make them more marketable. If they could get away with a career full of songs like “Tequila” by The Champs, then they would’ve probably done that. Alas Billy Gibbons had to use his singing voice to entice the masses. With a sound like sandpaper on bone, Gibbons gravelly delivery is the perfect compliment to the almost sludgy guitar riffs on “Sharp Dressed Man.” Given how grimey and raw everything about this song is, the title feels like tongue and cheek irony. It’s a song whose guitar lick is so good it doubles as a chorus. A chorus that slices you in half everytime it churns back to the speakers. I like a lot of tracks in the ZZ Top library, but “Sharp Dressed Man” has a swagger that’s universal.  

2009 “TiK ToK” - Kesha

When my grand kids ask me what the late aughts sounded like, my answer will be “Tik Tok” by Kesha. This song is 100% a product of the pop music culture surrounding it. While Kesha’s talents as a songwriter eclipse this track exponentially, “Tik Tok” captured an energy and moment in music that cannot be recreated. Sanitized club beats, auto-tune, party-girl vibes, a hint of female empowerment and an odd Mick Jagger reference “Tik Tok” is hella weird. Even at the time I got a collective feeling from music fans, like we were looking at each other and saying “are we really doing this?” “Take On Me” is to the 80s what “Ice Ice Baby” is to the 90s, and “Tik Tok” is to the 00s. I’ve flirted with putting later Kesha songs on this list, but to do so before this seminal classic is an insult to an entire generation of music.   

1969 “My Way” - Frank Sinatra

Southerners don’t listen to Sinatra. Growing up I understood Frank Sinatra was a big deal and even had movies referred to me, but I couldn’t name a single one of his songs. My childhood wasn’t filled with Sinatra tracks, crooner numbers or Rat Pack hits, it was Elvis, The Beatles, Classic Rock and country. I purposely reached for “My Way” to see what the big deal was. I’d heard an American Idol contestant or two sing snippets of it, but I wanted to know why the song is so revered. Upon first listen, I thought it sounded much older than it actually is. I would have pegged this song as a track from the 40s. The sound quality of the backing symphony is reminiscent of much older Hollywood scores like The Wizard of Oz, so to learn that its newer than most of The Beatles’ library was shocking. As a celebration of individuality, it’s message isn’t too dissimilar from that of the US as an idea, and the lyrics’ acknowledgement of his “way” being imperfect is subtly beautiful. “My Way” is an anthem for the proud, and sadly I feel the rigidity of its message has been used to justify rejecting compromise. As one man’s celebration of himself and as a booming showtune, the song is outstanding.  

2021 “Sunroof” - Nicky Youre

Whenever I pick super-recent songs I know I’m rolling the dice on how time will effect this list. I have no idea who Nicky Youre is, but he knows how to capture the energy of youth. From the initial drop of “I got my head out the sunroof...” this song drips of innocence fueled youth. The freedom of your first car, having no worries and being consumed by the energy of a potential partner, it’s the magical spark of youth. Even the “La da, la da da, la la la“ part is laced with an envious carefree attitude. We are all longing for the feeling “Sunroof” is advertising, and that’s why it works so well. It’s like freebasing the idea of potential, “Sunroof” is a drug we should all be addicted to.  

2001 "Rhythm” - Awol One & Daddy Kev

For an oh-so-brief moment in community college, I brushed against being cool enough to know someone who knew this song. My bud Austin, a worldly brain of a person who, to my knowledge has never been bad at anything, at least not anything he put legit effort into, turned me onto this track. He played a lot of music for me back then and not much of it stuck, but “Rhythm” burrowed in like a tick. The stand-out on the track is the flute in the loop. I’m gonna do my best to avoid making a flute-loops joke, but I promise nothing. I don’t know anything about the production of the track but it strikes me as a song birthed from the tightness of the loop. Once that was established, I’m sure everything else fell into place. The rapping isn’t stellar, but it knows what it is, and stays out of the way. Awol One’s drawn out delivery feeds the stoner vibe the track carries, while never feeling scummy. Laid-back, groovy, and raw enough to feel like the underground gem that it is. “Rhythm” was never at risk of being a radio hit, but that’s kind of a badge of honor here. If one more person hears this song because of this write up, I will have done my job.

1993 “Chattahoochee” (Extended Mix) -  Alan Jackson

Look at that, yet another 90s country song gets added to the list! “Chattahoochee” is a country fan’s country song. It’s as story-telly as the fans demand, and Jackson’s delivery is exactly what you would expect from a pillar of the genre. However when you dig deeper, the lyrics are much more universal fro the casual listener. Like “Sunroof” there’s something inherently youthful about “Chattahoochee.” Youth, as a concept, is ripe for creative mining and Jackson chose a hyper specific venue for his slice-of-life story. Because the innocence of youth is so universal, even if you didn’t grow up on a river, you just get it. Your Chattahoochee river might be a drive-in movie theater, or a Sonic parking lot, or the pool tables at the local bowling alley. Calling a song shallow is only an insult if it doesn’t have a wide appeal. “Chattahoochee” is as shallow as that river probably is, and that just means everyone can relate. As for the (Extended Mix), it doesn’t add too much, but it does make the song feel more like an event. It’s got an extra breakdown or two that probably work well in a live setting. It’s just a better paced version of the same song.   

1970 “War Pigs” - Black Sabbath

When you Google “Who invented heavy metal” you get a passage about historians believing it was Black Sabbath. I like to think all metal songs share DNA with tracks like “War Pigs.” Loud, brash and with something to say, the track alternates between an Ozzy show-piece and a Tony Iommi guitar rocker. Its quiet moments are as important as its loud guitar solos, a practice almost lost to time I modern metal. “War Pigs” may not be as relevant today as it was in 1970 (I’d like to think humans have learned a lot from past wars), but it serves as a creative benchmark for commentary on socio-political statements in art. Let’s not forget about the slimy and iconic guitar work here, traces of thrash can be heard in the solos and that wouldn’t rise to prominence until the 80s. Sabbath is WAAAAAAAY more important than most realize and “War Pigs” is their masterpiece.  

2018 “Responsible Ver. 2″ (feat. Stan Taylor) - DUX

I really don’t know what to say about this one. DUX is a DJ, Stan Taylor is a vocalist, and “Responsible” is one of their collaborations. Due to their relative obscurity, they are oddly hard to Google. DUX seems Brazilian, and Taylor looks to be from Cali, but I don’t know if any of that matters. “Responsible” hovers between soul, techno, funk, and jazz, pretty cleanly. What initially stood out was the absolutely chewy bassline. The bass however, only gets you through the door, Taylor’s big soulful delivery hooks you, and the horn-filled bridge finishes the job. A beautiful melding of several reliable pillars of American music makes this into an unexpected modern classic buried in obscurity. “Responsible Ver. 2″ (definitely better than Ver. 1) would play well anywhere from a local pub to the biggest sporting event. If you check out any of these songs individually, please let this one be one of them.   

1969 “Haute Couture” aka “Temptation Sensation” -  Das Orchester Heinz Kiessling

There is so much to unpack with this choice. Yes, it’s the Always Sunny in Philadelphia theme, yes, that seems cheap, and no, I don’t care. I’ve always loved the simplicity of the theme and found its whimsy quite-heartwarming. Prior to last year, I had not heard the original track, or knew anything about it. This song is by a German composer named Heinz Kiessling, and its taken two different names in its release history, “Haute Couture” and “Temptation Sensation.” For what its worth, I prefer the latter. The song itself is an orchestral mushroom trip. Somehow, like “My Way” it was released as recently as 1969. Nothing sounds more like a 1942 instrumental as much as this track does. To put this in perspective, it was released a year before the almost modern sounding “War Pigs”. Was Germany so far behind America in sound production that “Temptation Sensation” just felt super old, or was that on purpose? Who knows. The internet doesn’t say anything about him being a Nazi, so there’s more good news. The song itself is so full of whimsy, and fluff, that its hard to hear without feeling like a burden has been lifted from your shoulders. As the theme from It’s always Sunny, it works stupendously because of the thematic dichotomy.

That was an exceptionally weird list of songs, but I promise next time will be a bit more mainstream. That is, unless my plans change, then, anything is on the table. *Insert excited emoji*    

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New Music - AWOL One - Scribbleface LP + “Charge Up” Music Video

Shout out to the fam AWOL One. Peep the visual for “Charge Up,” the lead single on his just released album, Scribbleface. It features 19 tracks with appearances from Codefendants and Mark Waters.

Also below is the music video for the lead track, “Charge Up.” Scribbleface was all self produced by AWOL and co-mixed with Daddy Kev and DJ Hoppa.

Stream above and support with a purchase of $10. The album is also available on vinyl for $40. Find Scribbleface streaming on all major DSPs. Tap in!

[weirdo09]

it’s time i spoke my truth

jodie x mack x kevin.

[you-got-me-star-lost-16]

K.O's like you can definitely keep those now 🤣

Kevin accepts Randy's storage location for Logan's brass knuckles.

[smallbank]

KEV HELLO ?!?

[radiophd]

the grouch / daddy kev / d-styles -- opening spit

[bijouxcarys]

Bad News (Roman Reigns x fem!OC)

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Description: They told her to stay away. But something about him makes her keep coming back for more.

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Saturday, May 27th 2023 – Jeddah, Saudi Arabia

It had always been the three of them.

Despite not sharing a father, the sibling bond between Jasmine and Kevin was unshakable. Their shared history spanned so many years that neither could recall a time when it was otherwise. Although he was nearly a decade her senior, the two of them wreaked havoc together like a dynamic duo from Hell. The real transformation came when Sami entered Kevin’s life, escalating their antics to new heights.

Inseparable, irreplaceable, indestructible. Nothing could come between them.

Except… the face of pro wrestling. The one man that Jasmine was incessantly warned against—stay away from him, Jas; he’s not worth the trouble.

Roman fucking Reigns.

Ever loyal to her brother’s and best friend’s advice, she made an earnest attempt to heed their warnings. Attempt being the operative word here.

“Give me a bit of slack, man, I’m trying my best here,” she’d mutter, her face buried in the couch pillows.

“There’s no slack when it comes to that man, Jas. He’s dangerous.”

“He’s a wrestler, not the mafia.”

“Well…”

“Don’t be so dramatic—”

“I’m not. He just has a way of…” Sami shivered slightly, “getting into your head.”

“Yeah, we’re well aware of your little man crush.”

Jasmine was fully aware of her family’s fraught history with Roman and The Bloodline, so it wasn’t unusual for them to vent whenever they had a private moment backstage. They were always careful—God only knew the repercussions if the wrong ears caught wind of their conversations.

“He has kids, doesn’t he?”

“And an ex-wife.”

“Yeah, but kids.”

“What’s your point?”

“…Potent dad nut?”

“Jasmine!”

She understood the gravity of someone overhearing Sami and Kevin. Being a new addition to the main roster afforded her certain privileges that others might not have. However, nothing—absolutely nothing—would compare to the trouble she’d be in if either man discovered her… extracurricular activities.

> Still held up?

Jasmine glanced down at her phone, the text neatly displayed under the name BDU—an alias Roman had adopted from a fan’s moniker for him, “Big Daddy Uce,” circulating on social media.

She hesitated for a moment, thumb hovering over her screen, before typing out her reply.

Just a bit longer. Kevin and Sami are running late.<

Hitting send without a second thought, she sighed to herself. Navigating this bullshit lie was exhausting. The thrill of sneaking around with Roman clashed with the constant fear of those who loved her the most finding out. She glanced at the clock; time was slipping away.

Just then, the door to the locker room inched open, a familiar voice calling inside.

“Jas, you in here?”

“Yep. Just me, Kev, you can come in.”

She swore she felt the contents of her stomach clawing its way up her body when she noticed the stern expression on her brother’s face. Oh, shit, he’s found out. Time to move to Antarctica and live amongst the penguins.

“What’s up?” she asked after clearing her throat and sending him a nonchalant smile.

With a grunt, Kevin flopped down beside her, chewing over his thoughts. “Look… I know you’re trying…” he began slowly, choosing his words carefully. “And I can only interfere so much, and as your big brother, it’s my responsibility to prote—”

“Will you just spit it out already?”

“You really need to stay away from him, Jasmine. A-and it’s not just about us—he’s bad fucking news. I don’t wanna lose you because of all that.”

“I get it, I really do…” Jasmine furrowed her brows, unsure as to why he was spouting the same lecture he’d already given her a million times already. The two of them locked eyes, as if they were trying to see into each other’s thoughts. Jesus, just tell me what you really mean.

“I noticed it, y’know.” Kevin sighed.

“You noticed what?”

“The little smiles you give him whenever he goes past catering, or whenever we just so happen to cross paths before and after a match.”

“Sorry, am I not allowed to smile at people anymore?” Jasmine huffed, reaching down to tighten her bootlace.

“That’s not what I’m saying! But I know you, Jas—I know how you get with guys—”

“What the fuck is that meant to mean?”

“It means you’re a flirt, and so is that asshat,” he stood up, angled over her just to solidify his point.

“And?” she looked up at him, her hands flying out in an act of defence.

Kevin studied her face for a moment, before eventually sighing. “Just… please be careful, okay?”

“Listen,” she stood up, still inches shorter than him, but with the same gusto. “Nothing you’ve said to me about Roman Reigns has gone in one ear and out the other. I get it. You and Sami drill it into my head enough, how could I forget to be careful with him?” Her face softened and she placed her hand on her brother’s arm. “I’m fine, Kev. Really. I’m a big girl, I can handle a 6ft 4 Samoan wrestler, even if it means telling him to fuck off when he steps wrong.”

Kevin rolled his eyes. “Yeah, okay… I’d like to see you square up to him.”

“You know what I mean, idiot. Now, go and do whatever you were doing and stop worrying about me and my wondering eyes.”

Jasmine took the seconds after Kevin’s departure to release the heaviest sigh known to man.

You’re really not making this easy for me, Big Dog.

Giving herself a once over in the mirror, she slipped out of the locker room, making her way through the labyrinthine halls of the arena. The crowd’s distant roar echoed around her, reminding her of just where the fuck she was and the spectacle unfolding just beyond the breeze block walls. The audiences in Jeddah were always loud.

Finally, she reached the private room where she knew Roman was waiting. Knocking softly on the door, she slid in as smoothly as she could, meeting the never-faltering intense gaze of the man she really shouldn’t be seeing right now.

“Jassy,” he drawled, pulling her further into the room and closing the door behind her. “Thought you were gon’ stand me up.”

“I’m here, aren’t I?” she replied, rolling her eyes as he wrapped his girthy arms around her. “Kevin practically cornered me.”

Roman’s expression shifted, a smirk playing on his lips. “Always playin’ the big brother, huh? Thinks he can keep you from me.” He lowered his gaze to her lips, looking over her face with the same shit-eating air of arrogance he displayed in the ring.

“Maybe he should,” she shot back, though her tone was more teasing than anything else. “You’re a bad influence on me.”

He chuckled lowly. “You like bad influences, baby.”

Dramatically sighing, she couldn’t stop herself from smirking herself. “Maybe. Doesn’t mean I have to like you, though.” She poked at his chest in a half-hearted attempt at separating their bodies.

“Oh, you like me, Jasmine. More than you wanna admit.” He leaned into her, breath warm against her ear. “And that’s what drives your pretty ass crazy.”

She huffed, her palms flat against his bare chest, still waiting to be oiled down. “You’re so full of yourself.”

“And you’re full of it if you think you can keep resisting me.” Hands settled on her waist; he tugged her closer. “But I get it, baby, I do… You’re just mad ‘cause you can’t get enough.”

Her lower lip slipped between her teeth as she attempted to suppress a smile. God-be-damned if she even so much as thought about matching the grin on his perfect fucking face.

“You wish.”

“Shh, you gotta stop tryna push me away so much, mama.” To her utter surprise, Roman placed a tentative kiss to her forehead, though the grip he had on her remained possessive. Territorial.

The two stood there for a moment, savouring the rare peace of their stolen time together. But the reality of their situation loomed large, regardless of their circumstances, and Jasmine knew they couldn’t stay in this tiny ass room for long.

Reluctantly, she pulled away completely. “I should go before they start looking for me.”

Roman nodded, though his qualms mirrored her own. “Be safe out there, Jassy. And remember,” he quickly added, causing her to stop in her tracks and half-turn in his direction. “Anythin’ goes wrong over there, you got me.”

She smiled, a genuine, warm smile that reached her eyes. “Always.”

Of course, he couldn’t resist landing a small, teasing, slap to her ass just before she pulled the door open and disappeared for the night. She could still feel the light sting as she made her way down to catering, where she knew Sami and Kevin would be.

“Everything okay?” Sami asked, noticing the distant look in her eyes.

Jasmine nodded, forcing a casual tone. “Yeah, just needed a breather. It’s hot here, don’t you think?” She took a seat opposite the pair, instantly pulling her phone out once she felt the small buzz in her pocket.

> See you later ;)

You’re so sure about that aren’t you?<

> I told you… you can’t stay away

She tucked the phone away with a determined smile, knowing he was right. He always was.

And that proved to be true a lot sooner than she had hoped. Later that evening, as the arena buzzed with the looming anticipation of the night’s main event, Jasmine found herself once again lost in the battle of her morals. Roman and Solo’s tag team match against Sami and Kevin was literally minutes away, and she knew she had to wish him luck. Even if it meant risking another confrontation with her brother.

Taking a deep breath, she made her way to where she knew The Bloodline would be. Distant from everyone else, so she was thankful for that aspect.

Jimmy answered her knock, his eyes narrowing slightly at the sight of her.

“Hey, Jas. What you doin’ here?”

“Just wanted to, uh… wish Roman luck, I guess,” she said, trying to sound casual about her impromptu detour.

The Uso raised an eyebrow but stepped aside to let her in. Inside, the air was thicker than it was in the corridors. It was like the pre-match mental preparation seeped into the ethos. Paul and Solo were over on the couch, both eyeing her with curiosity. And in the very centre of the room, angled towards a mirror as he adjusted his red glove, was Roman.

“Look who decided to show up,” Roman chimed, his voice dripping with playful pride. Sauntering over to her, his wet hair hung at the sides of his face as he angled down to look her in the eye. “Told you, you can’t stay away… You here to give me a good luck charm, baby?”

“Maybe I am,” she crossed her arms and met his gaze head-on. “Not that you need it, Mr. Head of the Table.”

“Ooh,” he chuckled, eyes darkening with that familiar glint. “You know I love it when you call me that.”

Jasmine snorted a small laugh with a swift roll of her eyes. “Don’t get used to it.”

Roman leaned in closer, dropping his voice to that husky whisper she usually only ever heard in their most private moments. “You sure you don’t wanna stick around? Might need a little extra motivation.”

Even though his tone caused a shiver to shoot down her spine, she maintained her composure. “I think you’ll be just fine without me distracting you.”

“You always distract me, Jassy. That’s half the fun.”

Before she could respond, Jimmy interrupted with a grin. “Hey, Uce, you better focus on the damn match. Don’t let Jas here mess with your head.”

Roman shot his cousin a glare. “I got this. Ain’t nothin’ gon’ mess with my head tonight.”

Jasmine shook her head, unable to suppress the amusement that came with every visit to any locker room belonging to The Bloodline. “Alright, alright. Go out there and show them why you’re the Tribal Chief.”

His intense glare softened as he looked back at Jasmine. “You gonna be watchin’?”

“Aren’t I always?” she raised an eyebrow as she made her way to the door.

“As long as you keep acknowledging me, baby, that’s all I need.”

She shot him a grin before closing the door behind her. Oh, I’ll always acknowledge the fuck out of you.

Roman’s domineering presence was palpable, right from the very start of the match. She wasn’t sure if it was just where she watched on from the shadows of Gorilla, but every move he made exuded a confidence in him like never before. But… Kevin and Sami were relentless. They pushed The Bloodline to their limits. And her eyes couldn’t decide where they wanted to be focused. Once again thrown into the back and forth of what outcome she really wanted…

Roman and Solo seemed to have the upper hand at times, but her own family fought back with a determination that left everyone on the edge of their seats, even her.

Eventually, Kevin had Roman alone. Squaring off in the ring. Their rivalry coming to a head in a series of brutal exchanges. A Stunner from Kev, an immediate Spear by Roman. Usually, she could tell which direction a certain match was going. But this? A whole other level.

The climax of the match came in a flurry of action. Solo unleashed a devastating assault on Sami, while Roman engaged Kevin in a battle of wills. The crowd erupted as the evening reached its fever pitch, the finale hanging in the balance.

In a final, dramatic moment, Sami managed to evade Solo’s grasp and tag in Kevin, who launched into a brutal offence against Roman. And despite Roman’s best efforts, Kevin and Sami’s relationship proved too strong. Another Stunner to Roman, followed by a classic Helluva, secured the pinfall that retained her family’s title.

Everyone seemed to explode with cheers. Jasmine couldn’t decide if she was proud of Sami and Kevin for their win, or disappointment that her illegal partner of sorts had actually… lost.

The same engulfed her as she tried her best to celebrate with her brother and best friend backstage. Tried to look happier than she really was. A horrible feeling if there ever was one.

You’re betraying your family; you should be happy!

Then she caught it. Focused, intense eyebrows narrowed down atop eyes that lit up whenever in her presence. Though, this time, approaching was out of the question. Roman passed from afar, followed by Jimmy, Solo, and Paul. His fists clenched at his sides, and his nostrils flared, she held no remorse for him ignoring is surroundings. He was in his head, and she empathised.

However, no amount of losing could stop him from approaching her.

Her phone buzzed as she flopped down onto the bed in her hotel room, snug in a fluffy robe after a hot shower.

> You busy?

Nope<

It took him a while to respond, but once he did, a wide smile overtook her features and she shot up into a seated position.

> Unlock your door and sit on the bed. Don’t fucking move. I’ll be there in 15.

[wide-nose-and-wonderful]

SNOWFALL SEASON 4 Franklin.

Pairing: Franklin Saint x Soft Black Fem Reader!

Warnings/Type: Established Relationship. Hurt/Comfort, Soft Smut. Use of the n-word. ONE SHOT!

Summary: With life spinning out of control and the war ragging in the neighborhood, you come to find that you are alone more and more under the watchful eye of Peaches. Being without Franklin has started to get to you. Can he convince you that brighter days are ahead?

Word count: 8,083k / Please consider leaving a comment to show some love and support. Like this story? To read other works please check out the Masterlist.

“I was just gon' let sleeping dogs lie, but then you had to go behind my back. Talk about my bidness, and create a whole shit storm of problems for me and mine and I can't have that. Can't lay in bed at night knowin’ that at any minute my future can't get blown up by my past. So, if there's somethin’ you wanna say to me, somethin’ you wanna get off your lil chest then please say it now because after this I promise, I fuckin’ promise you there are no more chances!”

“Alright. There's one thing. Tell me the truth you'll never hear from me again. Admit that you killed my daddy. Be man enough to tell me that I'm not crazy. Give me that at least.” 

“Bye Mel. Take care of yourself.” 

…

When Franklin Saint walked into Dallas Fort Worth international airport at 5:45PM, on Sunday March 22nd, in the year of 85, he wasn’t sure at what point his childhood left him. When he committed his first murder or when he lost his shoes and encountered RayRay and his boys in jail. 

In the end, it disappeared. 

The old Franklin was somewhere blowing in the wind and gone like a distant memory long ago left behind. At times when the world managed to get quiet enough, he thought about Kevin, about the time he’d taken them to the beach. How amazing it was. So amazing. So new for Leon and Kev. Did he miss that version of himself? Or was he okay with the new one? Those questions remained unanswered in his subconscious yet to be challenged, but the point was growth wasn’t it? There was no way he would have remained the same through all of this. All the bullshit. While he may have looked unchanged, the mind matured with strategy. He’d married the game. Formed an unbreakable wow. Such logic justified the journey. Justified everything that led to him straying the course just to find Melody in Odessa to make a point. He would not tolerate being fucked with, even by the girl he once loved.

He never wanted to kill Andre Wright, and made no tangible confession. Only a slight nod of confirmation for the girl next door. 

He owed her more then that he knew, but fuck it. Life goes on. The past had to stay the past, so he never let a word be heard from his lips. She couldn’t handle the truth even if she craved to have it.

Seeing her again amplified the pain of being shot. He did not expect it. But he would carry the scars of her murder attempt for the rest of his life. A cold hard memory, forever edged in his flesh. Keloided in three different places on his back, the reality haunted Franklin most nights, and he would wake up in cold sweats with the sound of a gunshot ringing in his ears right after seeing the light leave Andre’s eyes and transport him to whatever came next, that undoubtedly awaited them all. 

He remembered the blank look set to Mel’s glazed hues. Maybe she'd been cracked out on the day of the funeral, but her ominous gaze damn near swallowed him up. He’d left this woman heartbroken without a father, so he understood her hatred. He'd eliminated her protector. Never the intention, but being a police officer, Aundre became a bigger problem than Franklin had been willing to accept. What happened to Jerome, couldn't happen again. Still, walking away from Mel that day had to be one of his saddest goodbyes. Just another one to add to the collection of regrets and hard decisions lost in his path to freedom. 

The game owed no loyalty to the past. 

It changed and transformed faster than the young L.A native could blink an eye. He moved with it, leaving things he once knew behind for better or worse. 

Franklin wasn’t a fool. As soft as the nature of a woman could be, there was no way he could have two. Even in his mind. So, he did what needed doing.  

Franklin learned alot about sacrifices and brutality. A great pain hid behind the action of the will it took to put a gun to Aundre’s head and pull the trigger. The same will it took to stop Kevin from kicking off a race war. Or the tears he couldn't stop when he watched his mother board the plane to an uncertain future without him in it. Pain Franklin kept hollowed. The same pain led him to hit Alton with the back of his gun the night he'd confronted him about the reporter he’d been talking to, which made business with Teddy less than pleasant. Franklin would be lying if he didn’t admit he’d looked up to Andre in some aspects. 

His father was absent for a significant part of his life, either by addiction or choice. To make up for his absence, Franklin collected father figures. Men he could count on for some type of pathway to adulthood. He molded and modeled himself after these examples, taking bits and pieces from different sources in the neighborhood. The old gray head who owned the liquor store, or Mr. Dunkin, who’d been well known for fixing cars at half price. Or Aundre Wright, who although Franklin thought a sellout, had only wanted the best for his little girl.  

Fucking Alton. 

Every now and then, the former Black Panther’s words would roll back in Franklin’s memory like a bursting tumor. 

You are killing us all. Don’t you see that? 

He didn’t like it, but success always came at someone else’s expense. That was the entire foundation of the American Dream. What America was built on. A lie sold to those who never had a chance at it anyway. Someone had to lose in order to win. In this case Aundre and Melody Wright, Fat Back, Courville, Khadijah, and the list went on. The unlucky contenders, and for that he was sorry.

Franklin shut his eyes to drown out the noise. Just business. He couldn’t let the shit get to him. To think that it became personal. He never planned to destroy his own people. His moves all had the same objective. Freedom. A way out of poverty. A better life for his mother, a brighter future for himself. He sure as hell wouldn't get that kind of opportunity at college, and he damn sure wouldn't be anything sitting behind a desk all day kissing the white man's ass like some good house nigga. To help his people once he got his own shit right, that was the goal. It would all just take time, but he'd turn it around. Most never even thought about that when they came up on an opportunity for a little bit of money. He’d convinced himself he’d be different from the majority. He’d be the one to do what others before him hadn't. He never meant to hurt anybody, even if he wanted so desperately to win. 

Family. 

Manboy spoke on family one time. But, the motherfucker said a lot, all the time. He’d talked about how he’d lost respect because right and wrong hailed more weight when Franklin refused to give up his people for the death of Skullys little girl. Manboy on the other hand had been ready to take his own out if it meant standing on principle. 

Leon without a doubt was Franklin’s family, his best friend, and the reality of that truth was the reason he’d made the conscious choice to make Manboy an enemy. Despite that, Franklin would be lying if he thought the niggas words didn’t hold at least some weight. 

You think you gon make it outta this? These niggas, they gon’ turn on you. 

He looked Manboy right in the eye when he pulled the trigger, ending his life. The very first time he felt absolutely nothing. 

The game showed him a lot of things.

Franklin convinced himself that when it came to Manboy, it all boiled down to survival. He had broken his own word to save Leon and to protect the source of his power, the plug. But Lee was his family, and losing Kevin had been enough. Him and Lee, they'd made this journey together ever since their encounter with korvell. So he rendered him protection. 

Still, he wondered who’d be the next one to press the knife into his back. He would never consider Jerome, Louie. 

Feeling rather incomplete without the cane he’d left behind at the church for Melody’s last and final reminder of him, Franklin shifted his stance while he waited in line as his mind settled. Amidst all the chaos there seemed to be a light at the end of the tunnel.  

Had he found the one this time? A woman who could help him grow his empire? 

Franklin took out the photograph. He carried it in his pocket. Cissy had taken it in the living room one afternoon. A different version of the moment existed, one that did not belong to him. His eyes drank in everything. From the almond hues, to the beautiful melanated complexion that complimented him so well. Skin that looked painted on. A smile that required nothing in return which greeted him whenever he'd come in from battle. From taking on the world. The best part, it didn’t just exist within a picture. He had something tangible. The living breathing experience of authentic partnership. Real. 

Could a man exist without his appetite? Whether for wealth or purpose-made. A woman. Such a divine combination reminded him of Fire and Smoke. They had a catastrophic attraction. But when it was right. It was right. A compliment to his genetic makeup. Balance. Hard, soft. Masculine, feminine, woman, man. It all aligned. He’d found his peace somehow through all the chaos. Franklin smiled to himself. He couldn’t wait to return to it. To peace. 

The airport bustled with travelers. Franklin kept his eyes on the large board of flight plans while searching his pockets until he’d made it all the way to the front of the line and placed his ticket on the counter top. He watched the woman take it and begin to type something into her computer. 

“Oh. I’m so sorry. This flight got canceled.” She placed the ticket on the surface of the counter and slid it forward toward him.  

Franklin took it up skeptically. He needed to be back in L.A. The trip to Odessa was supposed to be quick and easy. “What. You sure?” 

“Mmm hmmm.” She peered down at the register. “Yeah, next time I have is 7 in the morning tomorrow, sir. Looks like you’re making yourself comfortable in Odessa for one more night.” 

She pulled a facial expression. One that articulated this half ass sorry in so few words. Franklin might have found it comical, if the new information hadn't frustrated him. 

He needed to be back.

The young drug lord stood silent. Too long. The person behind him cleared their throat, pulling Franklin back to the reality of the situation. He licked his lips and took the ticket, shoving it in his pocket in a messy fold. He gave the woman a quick grin, forced by the tension in his jaw. 

Franklin moved from the line and walked away as he muttered a low ‘fuck’ through gritted teeth.

….

To most people the space would read as a regular school auditorium. Nothing special. But for you it felt like a huge stage at a big opera house with a million eyes staring at you. And this, almost being what one would call a final performance.

Everyone dressed in fancy clothes and talked in hushed voices. You were nervous, but excited. You had never played for such a grand audience before, or any audience for that matter. A lot of what you'd created never saw the light of day. It stayed very much hidden, away from public scrutiny. Tonight you were taking a chance. That bold opportunity to finally be heard. Only, the words would fall upon deaf ears, to the person who they'd been meant for.

Two distinct times, you could remember two distinct times when the night sat still and Franklin had disturbed the quiet with his jolt awake, drenched in sweat and gasping for air. The second time was the worst. It took almost an hour to convince him he wasn’t where he thought. In prison, surrounded. He could never describe to you the haunting images from his nightmare, but you knew that the war in which he found himself had taken its toll. Caught up to him. He suffered this suffocating fear and guilt with memories that threatened to consume him, always. You weren’t sure he would welcome your arms on that one occasion that changed everything, but his guard had lifted with time and trust. Then without hesitation when you saw such a small opportunity, you wrapped arms around him and pulled him close, holding him tight as he trembled. If he ever cried he wouldn’t let you see it. But you knew he wanted to, and often. As some form of release, you became the substitute. He poured his pain into you in the form of intimacy and sex. So from that point forward, all you ever wanted to be for Franklin was Comfort, Safety, and Peace.  

But that meant an even exchange. 

Bottom line. He should be among those in the auditorium. That was all you could think as you stood behind the curtain listening to the tune the current pianist played. You hadn't asked for much. Nor required a great deal. So then, you had to strike the feeling of being let down, although disappointment was not something foreign to you. Truly, you'd known it most your life, but somehow you'd convinced yourself that this time would be different. That this man you’d chosen to invest your time into was different. This man who’s word you chose to cling to. 

You were dressed in the beautiful rose pink gown that you had carefully chosen for the night. You’d been waiting for this evening for weeks and finally the soft chiffon fabric hugged your curves and made you feel glamorous. A special occasion, you spent hours perfecting your hair and makeup for the elegant evening ahead. You even put on silver high heels, which had been unlike you. And your hair was braided in four large french braids that inner connected into a large roped bun. 

“Well maybe he will make it. Maybe if we just wait a little while longer. I can try and speak to the director, just so he has time to get here.”

Remembering the conversation, you hated how annoying your voice sounded with so much hope and optimism. Peaches, his right hand and the one whom he had to stay with you, of course brought you back down to reality. 

“I'm sorry. But he ain't gonna make it.” 

Why did you fight with yourself even when the truth was right in front of you? You shouldn't have let him go to Odessa. Wait. Let him? You had to check yourself on that one. Franklin was a grown ass man. He would have gone with or without an okay from you, and you knew that. You figured that the trade off was the promise he'd made to show up. 

‘Won't take long. Fly there, fly back. Round trip. Simple. Just, somethin’ I gotta do. All this is almost over. Aight babe?’ 

Business. You accepted that sometimes your wants and needs had to be put on the back burner. Fine. Sacrifice happened in any relationship for any couple. That was to be expected. But did give and take happen also? That was where you saw the unbalance when it came to you and Franklin. You gave and gave and gave with little to show for in return. The relationship you’d had with your father growing up was something of a similar occurrence. You’d wait by the window holding on to empty promises of his return to spend time. A return that never came. He thought that time could be made up with gifts, those cold lifeless objects that held no meaning except disappointment. He’d traded you for an appetite he’d had for the women he’d left your mother for, and you of course were no exception to this selfishness. In the end, he left you both. 

Only for this man. This man that had come into your life, Franklin Saint, you did not wait by the window. Instead you tried to search for his face in a sea of onlookers as the allpause mellowed out and the announcer called for you to make your way onto the stage, sparking a whole new wave of anticipation from the crowd. Peaches could be wrong. Franklin could have made it, and to your surprise have found his seat in the vast expanse of strangers to watch you perform a piece he’d encouraged you to finish. A piece of music he’d said had been the moment he fell in love with you when you first played it on a Wednesday. 

A song written for him. 

“There are no words,” you warned as you held the sheet of music to your chest like a well kept secret. 

“That's fine.” 

You were sure to make note of his eyes and the tantalizing grin he held when he said the next part. 

“Some things don't need um.” 

You couldn’t help it, you took his words to heart. So with a deep breath you walked on the stage. 

Maybe not a million, but there were a lot of people already there. A good forty, although your eyes could have betrayed you in the count. You faced forward focusing only on the path. If you looked too hard, the moment would swallow you up and devour you whole. 

When you made your way to the piano and sat down, there came a pounding in your chest. Nervously you adjusted the bench and placed fingers on the keys. You closed your eyes trying to fight back the want, that burning need to look out in the crowd one last time before you began to play.

At first your hands were trembling, but soon the music began to flow from your fingertips.Starting off slow as you followed the sheet music, you allowed the notes to linger in the air. 

People had begun to pay attention. 

You hoped the music would take them on a journey. A journey of your and Franklin’s love story. From the light and airy notes to the deep and soulful melodies, it spoke of everything. The nightmares, and demons that chased him. The compromise and the love it took to hold on. How much you loved him. And a question in certain notes; did he love you just as much? It couldn't be described in words. But maybe if the tune traveled high enough, the wind would carry the song all the way to Odessa, and remind him to remember you were still back in L.A, waiting. 

Your fingers flew over the keys, as if they had a mind of their own. This strange wave of emotion coursed through your body as the notes filled the room.

The crowd, entranced and engaged made you feel more comfortable, so you began to pick up the pace. They must have been mesmerized. The only noise in the room had been your song speaking from the inner workings of a man made creation. As the music grew, your fingers moved faster and faster, as if dancing with the notes.This dedication to Franklin Saint.

When you finally finished, the room erupted into applause. You had played on the piano, yours and his story, and had done it, magnificently. This small surge of pride trickled in as you stood up and bowed. You realized only when you took the second bow that tears were streaming down your cheeks in hot trails of accomplishment and disappointment. 

…

The sun had just started to peek over the horizon, casting a warm orange glow while you drove down the highway with the smell of Peaches joint filling the space in the Lincoln continental. 

It was your favorite time, sunrise, when the city was just starting to wake up.

The palm trees swayed in the gentle breeze, the skyscrapers glinted in the sun, and the Hollywood sign loomed in the distance. The city had its fair share of chaos and traffic, but there was something magical about it so early in the morning. It was as if L.A was a blank canvas, waiting for its inhabitants to create something beautiful as the day progressed.

You turned up the radio, humming along to the tune of your favorite song as you took in the sights around you with eyes still delicate and sore from all the crying you had done hours after returning from your performance. Although you tried to stifle your cries into the sems of pillow cases, you knew Peaches had heard you. So that morning when he told you Franklin had paged him that he was back in town, he never asked about the redness of your eyes. The two of you boarded the car in silence and Peaches, like always, only followed instructions. 

It was a winding road that brought you, and you couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation as Peaches neared the destination. The airport where Franklin would be waiting. 

The possibilities for the day ahead seemed endless when you pulled up to the sliding doors to find him standing outside of them. 

Peaches got out first, and your gaze drank Franklin down to his shoes. There was something missing. Hesitantly you took hold of the handle on the door and opened it, getting out before shutting it behind you and approaching. 

He’d met you half way and pulled you into a hug. L.A had been warm, but Franklin held a different type of warmth and you basked in it before you sniffed back tears. “Are you okay,” you murmured into his chest. 

Franklin pressed his hands on your back. It was no longer a gentle hug, but one in which he tried to express himself. Say in little words that he'd been glad to see you. His hands spoke as if it had been longer than a day. Like this hug made up for all the times he'd left you. “Yeah,” came out simple, but there was something attached to it. Closure. “How was the-”

You sat up and broke away from his hold. “Fine. It went fine. No big deal really. Didn't mean anything.”

Franklin was staring at you with this look. Hard to describe. Nonetheless filled with emotion in the eyes at least. His face in general remained stoic. “I'm sorry.”

To counter that you smiled through hues under a thin glaze of tears. “Ready…” you said and turned to face the Lincoln Continental. You didn't wait for his response. Only walked. A glance passed between you and Peaches. This time when you got in, you sat in the back. A minute later, Franklin followed. 

It wasn’t the silence that brought on your breaking point, but the fact that one of the songs that made its way from the speakers had a very specific piano break in it. 

“Peaches, can you pull over please. I’d like to get out.” 

Peaches hazel eyes reflected in the overhead mirror before he threw a glance and Franklin who had stared at you. 

“Why?” he said.

The tears couldn’t be stopped. They overflowed and spilled. 

“Because I want to take a quick walk on the beach. When will you ever see it be more beautiful than right now?”

The beach, symbolic for both of you. Just in different ways. 

Franklin and Peaches passed glances between one another with Franklin gently nodding his head. 

The drive had reached the outskirts of the city and the highway opened up to a stunning view of the ocean. The sun was now fully risen, and its rays danced on the water, creating a breathtaking scene. The car pulled over to the side of the road. 

As soon as it came to a complete stop, you got out.

You were able to walk a few paces in the sand before you’d chosen a spot to plop down on and face the sparkling waters ahead. You let yourself cry, and the crying quickly turned into sobbing as you pulled your sleeves to wipe your eyes clear. 

Footsteps began to fill in behind you. Franklin stopped just shy three feet from where you sat. “I meant to be there.” His words flooded in from behind, and you shut your eyes tightly.

“Baby please.” He took the three steps to get to you and took a seat on the sand beside you. 

As your breath caught in your throat you tried to scramble out words that would make sense. “I needed. I just. I wanted you to...” 

You sniffed and found by the next second Franklin had pulled you close and drew his arm around you to bring you into him. 

“I know babe,” He whispered at the base of your ear. “I know…” 

By the time you’d calmed down your eyes were even more swollen and you’d soaked Franklin’s shirt with tears. As his hand moved over the skin of your forearm he watched the people walking by before he focused solely on the ocean view. “Imma make this right. Make it up to you…”    

When you were guided back to the car by Franklin's direction you clung to those words. Words you wanted so desperately to believe in. You would never obtain the same moment, in that same place and time, but you were willing to make new memories, give him the opportunity. 

As Peaches headed back to your apartment, Franklin’s hand stayed locked to yours the entire way. He hadn’t left your side since departing from the beach, and every now and then he would look in your direction and pull your hand up to leave a soft kiss on the exposed skin before directing his attention to the window. When he did this you smiled briefly before your gaze would fall again. Sometimes to the hand he kissed, and other times to the scenery going by in the opposite window. 

Pulling into the available space on the block, Peaches parked the Lincoln and shut it down. 

“You can take off for the rest of the day. I need to handle some things.” Franklin’s eyes found you. 

You held his gaze briefly before you looked toward the front seat. “Bye Peaches. Thank you.” You opened the door and got out. 

Franklin not far behind stopped before he’d made it halfway. The familiar sound of his beeper rocked your eardrums.  

He looked down at the belt where it sat and released a sigh. “Shit.” 

You closed your eyes. Standing with your back to him. You turned and watched Franklin ascend the back seat, close one door and open another. He found your eyes, and let go of the car door to walk over to you. As you watched him, that's when you realized the thing that had been missing. His cane. You were standing on the sidewalk one foot in the direction of your apartment and the other toward him.This destination, unknown. 

“Uh. Look babe I gotta make this call. It’s-” 

You cut him off. “Business. I know.” The smile that you produced this time had been one of sadness unable to mask. You couldn’t tell him to stay. He wouldn’t. So you wouldn’t put on a scene. After all, you wanted to be his peace. 

Suddenly those words of hope had faded for you. The only thing you could utter without totally blowing away like a passing whisper on the wind was, “Be careful.” 

You brushed the side of his face with your fingers, turned and started walking, unwilling to look back and destroy yourself with longing and the depravity that he would not follow. When you got to the door, you unlocked it and went inside leaving the rest of the world and Franklin to his priorities.   

…

Worry would eat away at you everytime he left. You wondered why you couldn’t be more like Louie. It seemed she never left Jerome’s side, always there, always present, taking an active role in business. Franklin wouldn’t hear a word of it. You asked him once, just out of curiosity, and he had shut you down with this stern regard. 

“Naw. I’m not gettin’ you involved in this shit.” 

You protested, eager to try your luck, offering within the words you’d spoken that you would be careful. Play the game.  

“But why not? I’m pretty smart. I think. Besides I would be with you and-” 

“No.” 

So then you would never be like Louie, with time or tact. You hadn’t chosen your fate but settled into it in your little apartment finding things to clean or read, or do. A prisoner of uncertainty. But you found you often missed his presence in finding these things, his laughter filling the rooms and his warm embrace that always made you feel safe and protected. 

Franklin wore two different faces. One for the world and the other that he kept especially for you. Out there he might be cold, detached and focused, but when he stepped across the threshold he was hearty, affectionate and free. 

That was always the hardest part, waiting.

Your little apartment never felt so lonely, until you walked in it that morning by yourself. You sat on a plush red velvet couch in front of a vintage record player. In the corner of the living room, a wooden bookshelf stood tall, filled with old vinyl records. Your love for music was evident in every corner of the apartment. A way to make up for the empty space where you were hoping a piano could one day sit. You didn’t need anything fancy, just something that would keep a tune, convey it well.

Your family had never understood your style, especially when it came to your apartment. The furniture was a mix of retro and modern. These two opposites coming together. You always held the position that a clash was needed to create something extraordinary. Whether that was true or not you wouldn’t admit that you had bad taste. It screamed music, music, music! The walls were adorned with vibrant posters of famous musicians and bands, from Billy Ocean to Cameo.

Looking around, you thought of ways to curb your loneliness. You started with the obvious. Cleaning.

Within the hours it took for the house to be spotless with everything in its proper place, you’d scrubbed, dusted, and organized all with an eager anticipation that better days lay ahead. 

You’d lost friends being with Franklin Sanit. You could remember how one statement used to stay on your mind. 

“Leave him, get a fuckin’ back bone. You really want this to be your life, day after day?” 

You didn’t want it to be, foolish or not, you were willing to suffer, for love. 

Franklin missed dinner. Two tablespoons of extra virgin olive oil, one pound of Italian sausage, chopped onions, salt, black pepper, and the noodles and sauce it took to complete the spaghetti dish, not to mention the freshly fried catfish you’d added as a side. 

You made enough to feed at least four. Some for left overs and whoever Franklin decided to bring. Sometimes it would be Leon, and other times Jerome. And if it were Jerome he would always take a plate for Louie. Even Cissy stopped by once. Usually though, Peaches always got a plate. But eatting alone made you tired and the bubble bath you ran after, steam rising to the atmosphere of silence took the last of your resolve. 

As the night fell and the city lights came to life, you entered your bedroom wrapped in a purple towel.The walls were painted in a soft pink hue, with delicate lace curtains on the windows. A vanity table sat in front of a large mirror, with antique perfume bottles and jewelry boxes.The bed was covered in a floral quilt, giving the room a touch of femininity.You remembered when you’d given Franklin the grand tour. He had placed his hands behind his back and chuckled before turning to give you a look. “Damn. Think you got enough pink in here babe?” His eyes traveled and kept that little smile that complimented him. More of a smirk, and you playfully pushed his shoulder for making fun of your bedroom decor. 

That was before the war outside got bad. You remembered him being around more in the beginning. Then little by little, he wasn’t.

You’d found a place on your bed, right in the view of that dress you wore the night before. It layed over a chair with silver shoes close by. 

Falling back on the mattress you let the towel’s hold break its covering. The temperature of the room allowed a chill to cross your naked skin, but with a lazy arm you’d pulled the comforter and shaded yourself in the darkness of its covering. You laid there listening to the silence until eventually you closed your eyes to the temptation of sleep. 

…

Your senses spiked. A faint sound of running water filled your hearing. You could talk in the morning. Say everything you needed to say. All those words left unsaid, written in a song. Instead of surrendering to waking up completely, you stretched your limbs within the softness of the blanket. You had meant to get up and find yourself something to sleep in after laying down that night, but your energy had been displaced from the oils in the bath, the thoughts of whether or not he would make it back in one piece, if this was in fact going to be your life, day after day, and hurt. Hurt because you had been let down. Once again you surrendered to a slumber that was calling you back to it. 

Your dreams could be so vivid. Almost like they were real. Time became a concept unknown to you, and even if you wanted to search for the blinking numbers that would expose an actual answer on whether it was day or night, you didn’t open your eyes to force any discovery. There was no light to guide your way anymore. Someone had turned it off. The yellow glow was void in your tiny bedroom. Instead, all you focused on was the sensations you felt. A Lot of times when Franklin had been off fighting in this war, you slid your hands between your legs and pretended he was there with you, touching you. But these sudden sensations became all too real! 

The distinct difference between thought and matter.

When the protective cloud you’d situated yourself in had slowly pulled from your body, only to be replaced with warm living flesh which covered you, you knew you were not in any dream. 

He must have climbed in the bed already de-clothed straight from the shower. Normally you would be pulling at fabric and trying to free him from it, but not this time, this time those extra implications were absent. They'd been replaced by actions, and the evidence of his oncoming pleasure. Already hot and hard against your thigh, your inner walls desperately wanted something to latch onto.

Franklin’s lips were gentle. They showed up in different places. First your arm, then your shoulder, your neck, your collar bone, then to your cheek before a soft kiss pressed down over your lips. You opened your eyes and your vision cleared to find Franklin staring down at you before he lifted his head so that your noses touched. There was so much you wanted to say. The thoughts you had when he was gone were completely different from the ones you had when he was right there staring at you face to face. 

“Franklin. I -”  

“Kiss me,” he whispered.

Your blood pulsed at the command. Aching now, you pressed your lips over his, gentle but firm, and he proceeded to explore your mouth with tongue once you allowed entry before pulling from your lips all together to proceed in exploration. 

His body slid down in an erotic trail over yours and you closed your eyes to acknowledge a breath that hitched in your throat as he moved. It started when he traced the path of your stomach, leaving the light sensation that sent this pleasurable chill racing through your core and up your back. 

You suppressed a shuttering moan when his warm tongue found a different place on your skin and your nipples hardened under his touch. He’d keep hold on one and his mouth would pleasure the other running his tongue in circles before his lips sucked and pulled. Then he’d focus on the other, leaving the first exposed to the air that left a tingling desperation which begged to be spoiled further. Franklin didn’t stay in one place. He pressed on. A soft hum escaped your throat when his tongue touched the delicate skin. One of the area’s where you were the most vulnerable. 

Your blood caught fire, pooling into your lower abdomen, wetting your core unexpectedly as one of his hands caressed the back of your leg. He was teasing you but you were powerless. The sensation of Franklin’s touch was overwhelming so early, or late. You couldn’t hardly think, or even breathe. You felt like you were caught between spaces. Reality and a dream. Sleep desperately clung to you, but Franklin’s words pulled you all the way into consciousness. 

“Let me make it up to you. Let me take the pain away…”  

And you hadn’t even noticed when he lowered his head and his lips vibrated over your mound when he hummed those heated words into your folds. 

A wave of pleasure skittered through your nerves. You felt trapped, but not in the sense that you wanted an xscape. Your body was completely under Franklin’s sovereignty. His tongue, turning your entire form into a quivering mess of heated flesh as he moved forward, fingertips pressing into the inner parts of each of your thighs. His head delved between your legs and he tasted the very essence of you. 

Struggling to hold back the moan fighting its way through your chest, you pulled on the bed sheets. 

Franklin watched you through lidded eyes, and like a man who’d been left unfed there presented to him a favorable delicacy. You couldn’t contain yourself. You moaned when his tongue lapped at your center, his thumb separating the delicate skin to give himself better access. 

He ate. And ate well.  

Your panting filled the air, so sudden that you hadn’t realized you’d surrendered in that moment. Your body on impulse pulled away, but Franklin, alert and determined, wouldn’t let you escape. “Em, Em,” was all you heard filling the room as he protested your departure. That, and the movement on the bed springs giving indication that Franklin had then secured you in place.

With no way of escape you whispered his name in a lust laden tone. “F-Franklin, please p-please, Ahh. I can’t…Uh!” You cried these pleasurable words into the room that contained your many sessions of love making which were mingled in begging him to stop, and also begging him at the exact same time to suck out your very soul! 

You should be angry with him. Upset still, but all that undoubtedly had washed away.

Once you got the opportunity to look at his face for a brief moment, you noticed how he seemed to be delighted by your uneven breaths. Like seeing you so vulnerable gave him pleasure. 

The power this man had over your body and heart was almost frightening.

A soft bite at your inner thigh and you rewarded Franklin with this husky-like moan as your legs shoot. Your body jerked forward when he grazed your clit with the pad of his finger and you bit your lip ever so gently when you heard him hum in this proud satisfaction that he had you right where he needed you. Under his control. His talented mouth had rendered you sensitive to touch of any kind, and as he reached down to stroke his ridgid manhood, to prepare, you closed your eyes and clung to the sensation you'd trapped in your senses.The preparation was always the best part. This anticipation and the moment of entry you desired every time he made love to you.

Another gentle caress across your inner thigh had you clenching your walls. Franklin rubbed the tip of his erection teasingly over your folds. He always liked to cause you some sort of suffering right before, just a little bit. But too long had he deprived you with his business and war, family squabbles and old feelings, so you spoke without ever moving your lips to extend your hand down to grab what you craved until it moved inside you. 

It might be the only time you stole his power. 

Your breath caught at the connection, you could feel yourself being filled up and stretched out. You pulled in your bottom lip as Franklin pressed forward deeper and deeper taking back his position of dominance. 

Your inner muscles quaked and you lifted your head to find your lips hungry to explore his mouth. Either that or you needed a place to shuffle in your moaning, and that had been the first choice. Damn you for being considerate, but you didn't want Peaches to hear. Your small little apartment could get deathly quiet, especially at night, and although there was a good chance Franklin had sent him home after returning, oftentimes he would be somewhere close in proximity. Sure, you wanted to be mindful in the midst of your love making, but your mind wavered. When you kissed Franklin you tasted yourself in the process as he burrowed inside your body only to withdraw before diving back again and that alone ignited a suppressed desire to focus on nothing but him. 

The pace started slow at first but the inner workings of your core instinctively enveloped him begging for more attention. Franklin thrusted in again. You responded by whispering his name. He liked hearing his name. This time it was Franklin who rewarded you with a moan, as he sucked in a breath that transferred back out on shuttering lips. Although he hardly said much, he made up for it with his reactions. You didn't want his words. As he said before, some things didn't need them. His breathing, panting, subtle moans and grunts told the story perfectly. He felt the same as you did. You wanted more of him, and he wanted ALL of you! You closed your eyes and wrapped your arms around his back and neck, as your fingers traveled over his heated skin while your entangled bodies moved together in a steady rhythm.

Your wet slick flesh quivered around his length and the pleasure filled cries which escaped you knocked against the surrounding space along with the sounds of skin slapping against skin. Sorry Peaches. Franklin’s breathing had sped up too. You were now lost in eachother. You moved against him, taking him into your body eagerly. This pace tortured him. Slow, deep long strokes that hit every spot in perfect magnetism of the skin to skin contact. You both felt it, but Franklin’s mouth was wide open and a glance before you looked down to watch him disappear into you again indicated that your tight hot hole was right where he needed to be. Now he knew the feeling of being trapped. 

“Fuck.” He lowered his head and muttered your name in what could only be described as an ecstasy filled sigh of relief. Perspiration had begun to form on his forehead, and without warning he picked up the pace of his steady thrusts. Faster, harder, he was now, glistening, covered in your pool of moisture that guided his way in the dim light of the room illuminated by moonlight. 

Sitting back to reposition, he took the opportunity to watch himself disappear. A lick of his lips and you were certain he liked what he saw. Your breast bounced with every beat. Muscles milking him for every sensation, and every stroke that drove you both closer to the peak of climax. He'd gone so deep that your stomach felt the insertion when he sat your legs over his shoulders.

It had to be several minutes before an organism was fast approaching for him like the start of a raging fire to forest trees. You could always tell by that one single twitch of his length. Only this time, Franklin didn’t have an opportunity to warn you. Usually he would prepare you for his release, but tonight was different. Everything felt different. He gripped at your leg for a brief second before toppling over you and bringing you closer by cupping the lower part of your back so that you were partially off the bed, changing the position of your bodies yet again. You breathed into his neck. He held on for dear life and with this deep grunt, let himself go. That anguish you were so familiar with. It expressed itself in a warmness that filled you up and you lowered your head to catch a glimpse of his face.

God, did it look like a work of the most beautiful art when he climaxed. 

His eyes were shut tightly and his shoulders shook. You were lowered back down on the mattress with the little strength he had left before his body all the way collapsed. You took his weight and hung on to him. Franklin buried his face into the crook of your neck. He stayed there between your legs, and you lifted your head to plant one gentle kiss on his shoulder, and he shifted to kiss your forehead. 

Your bodies were heated, sweating, and both of you were struggling to catch your breath. 

Slowly, Franklin opened his eyes and looked at you with a clouded gaze. This tender look of longing. 

While your brown hues searched for answers with little to no success, you took one of your hands to rest it at the side of his cheek, feeling the smoothness with the pad of your thumb. 

“What baby?” 

“Imma make it right. When we wake up tomorrow, it’s your day.”

“My day?” Rarely had anything ever been made entirely about you. A little smile crept up on your lips. You could imagine Franklin waking up early to cook breakfast, messing up your kitchen in the process, but the effort he put into it would be cute, whether or not it tasted the best. He never cooked. So you had no opportunity to judge his skills. Now cooking, that happened to be your specialty, and although you didn't mind and most of the time enjoyed doing so, someone cooking for you would be a nice change. 

“I’d like that,” you said almost in a whisper, making a path over his chest with a single finger, careful not to disturb or cause any unpleasantness to his gunshot wound. 

As gently as he could, Franklin pulled out and readjusted your bodies so your back was lying against his chest. He wanted to hold you. You knew this because you often found yourself in this position. Spooning, they called it. You liked it. His hands moved around your waist and his head came to rest on your shoulder. 

“Mhm. No beeper. No Peaches. Nothin' ta do wit’ bidness. Just you and me.”

The two of you laid there, and eventually time carried on into the late hours of the night with the promise of sunrise.  

From the edge of sleep, you heard Franklin whisper something as he adjusted his arm so it wrapped around more completely. 

“...You deserve the fuckin’ world. I'm gonna give it to you...”

With a lean into his chest, breathing deeply in his scent of faded soap and sex, you shook your head so gently, it barely caused him to stir. 

“Don’t want the world…” you breathed. “Just you…” 

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Writers Note: So FYI this was the first writing for the Snowfall fandom that I wrote. I started off with an original black OC but after jumping into my second story and getting more comfortable with 2nd Person Perspective, I decided to do a revision to this. What did I do? I changed the OC to You and made it a one shot! I would like to thank everyone who supported the original idea I had and I hope you like what I've done with the turn around. Thank you for the love and support. Until next time, happy readings. 💙

PLEASE DO NOT COPY OR CLAIM ANY OF MY WRITING. -Wide Nose And Wonderful /Mrs. Saint Writes.

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Broken Bonds- Part 5

Former (ish) Greg "Mouse" Gerwitz x Reader, Baby Daddy! Jay Halstead x Reader

Jay is there for you when Mouse makes it back to base and is finally able to call but still won't admit that maybe he needs to let you in to the fact that he's struggling more than you know as well.

A/N: This chapter was supposed to go an entirely different way but apparently the fellas wanted to tell their povs (just a little) so here ya go 🤷‍♀️

Warnings: the usual

“Hey, wait up lil mama” you heard Kevin’s voice from behind you when your foot hit the bottom step of the stairs leading up into the precinct. You turned with a smile to see him half jog across the street to you “Morning Kev” His nicknames had slowly shifted once he found out you were pregnant and this most recent one seemed to be the one he was sticking with. 

Once he got to your side he kissed your forehead and cut his eyes at your stomach, silently asking for permission. You nodded so he placed a large hand on your stomach “How’s you and lil bit doing?” you laughed “We’re good. The scan is friday by the way so you’ll know if you’re having a niece or nephew” his eyes lit up “Really? So you starting a group text or what cause you know if not we fixing to be fighting if you tell any of us first” you shook your head “Well me and Jay will know first then Stella, since I scheduled it on her birthday then Will then comes the group text for intelligence” he nodded “I respect that”

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He held his arm out “Can I walk you?” you shook your head again but took his arm regardless. You knew Kevin meant nothing by it, he didn’t see you as helpless by any means. He was simply a gentleman at most turns. Two of the uniforms walked past the two of you and you braced yourself because one of them had made comments under his breath before, but you hoped he wouldn’t be stupid enough to let Kev hear it. He was nearly out of earshot when you heard “Guess she’s shopping for the next baby daddy?”

You felt Kevin stiffen and knew even without looking he’d heard him. “Excuse me?” he asked, dropping your arm to spin around and face both of the other men, effectively putting himself between you and them. “Let it go Kevin” you urged and he looked from them to you “Has this happened before” you cut your eyes at the uniform that had spoke “Get to work and I won’t mention this to Platt” 

He nodded and nudged his partner, both of them taking two steps at the time towards their patrol car once they realized Kevin had indeed heard them. “C’mon. Let’s go to work too” you said, grabbing Kevin’s arm with a small smile like what had just happened didn’t. He remained rooted to the spot “Hell no. What was that?” you shrugged “Just guys gossiping Kev. Ya know? Like saying Jay is partner sexual…. That Mouse probably left because he found out I was sleeping with Jay…that they wonder if Hank was going to kick me out of Intelligence or if Jay fought to keep my spot since I’m a good enough fuck to not pull out of..”

You managed not to tear up at the last one and was proud of yourself for it. Kevin shook his head “That shit aint cool baby girl. You earned your spot, time and again. You’re a damn good cop. You were loyal to Mouse from day one. They keep putting your name in their mouth, I’m gonna knock it out of their mouth” you shook your head “No, you’re not. You’re gonna let it go and not make a big deal out of this because I do not need Hank ripping into the entire fucking precinct or even worse Jay finding out” 

“Of course Jay don’t know. It wouldn’t have gone past one saying something if he did” Kevin sighed and you threw a hand up in the air “Yeah and he would’ve gotten suspended and for what? Some sense of defending my honor? He’s got enough to deal with, please Kev? For me?”  You knew you were asking a lot of him but you and Kevin had been close for a long time, that was how you’d ended up staying with him for a few months when your landlord had kicked you out with no notice when he sold the building.

His shoulders sagged and you smiled slightly “Thank you” he shook his head “You’re pregnant. You have enough to deal with” you shrugged “I’m also a woman, I’m built to handle more” he laughed “That you are lil mama, that you are. Let’s get to work”

Hailey was sitting on the edge of your desk reading over a file while you ran down arrest records of the suspect you were looking at for the murder victim CFD had found in a burnt out SUV on the north end of the park. The Worst part? It was the woman’s husband. From his cell logs and emails you’d uncovered an affair and the financials had shown that he’d been paying a pretty hefty premium to have a life insurance policy out on her that paid out the highest amount. 

“Look at this Hails. His first adult arrest was at eighteen, assault and battery on his then girlfriend because she and I quote went out dressed like a whore” “Guy’s a real peach” she muttered, looking over to your screen. All of you were just waiting on the arrest warrant to come down, you had his cell phone pinged on Hailey’s computer so if he moved it would chime and you could transfer it to a tablet to make tracking him mobile. You were grateful for the skills you had picked up from Mouse since your in field capabilities were starting to become limited, meaning Hank nor Jay wanted you on active takedowns which meant you were stuck driving and waiting in the damn car if a perp was especially violent. 

You laid a hand on your little bump and Hailey cut her eyes at you from the movement with a small smile “They active again?” you shook your head “Not at the moment actually. I think they’re asleep for once” the moment the words left your mouth Jay walked in with Hank “Warrant just came down” as soon as Jay spoke you felt what could only be described as something running across the palm of your hand and you gasped.

Hailey jumped off the desk “Are you ok?” her eyes were wide with worry. You nodded with a small laugh “I think the baby kicked..Jay say something again” Hank raised an eyebrow “Go on Jay, we gotta get moving” Jay met your eyes and you could see he was a little confused before he said “Has his cell moved any?” and sure enough when he spoke the feeling happened across the palm of your hand again. 

You shook your head as you stood up “Son of a bitch” “What?” he asked and you shoved his shoulder “I'm doing all the work and it kicked the first time for your frickin voice!” a broad smile split his face “I’m going to want to feel that when we have time later, you know that don’t you?” another little jitter across your stomach happened and you laughed “Don’t think that will be an issue” then nodded to Hank “Can I at least drive this time?” he shrugged “Sure, why not?”

You stood outside the interrogation room, watching Hank and Hailey manipulate the guy into a corner and he stumbled over his own words. “Got ya asshole” you whispered as Hank slapped the table “You killed your wife and I’m gonna see fit you die in prison for it”

You heard footsteps and didn’t have to turn to recognize them “Come to gloat our kid already likes you more?” you asked and Jay laughed behind you “No, I was just coming to make sure you didn’t need anything to eat. We all missed lunch” a little shiver happened across your stomach at his words and you laughed “That’s gonna be a hazard if you’re ever around when I’m trying to sleep” 

He laughed as he stepped up next to you. You could see the way he kept looking at your stomach so you grabbed his hand and placed it near where you’d last felt movement “Say something” “I’ll try to make sure to not interfere in your sleep” a moment passed then you felt the jitter across your stomach under the heat of his palm about the same time his eyes lit up “I felt it” you nodded “I know, I felt it from inside. Boy or girl, they’re strong” he laughed lightly “Gonna be kickin ass in the nursery? Boxing the other babies?” The jitter happened again, more forceful this time and a genuine smile split his face. “There’s really a baby in there…like I mean I knew..I saw the ultrasounds and all but feeling it…” “Is an entirely different feeling?” you finished for him and he nodded “Makes it more real somehow. Like there’s gonna be an actual human being looking at us to take care of it” you laughed “We can handle it Halstead” 

You realized you’d been standing there with your hand covering his so you moved your hand which caused him to withdraw his own. “We gotta talk about names after we find out the sex because lil bit Kidd isn’t gonna cut it” he joked and you raised an eyebrow “Kidd?” he motioned towards your stomach “Since we’re not together I figured you’d want them to have your last name”

You shook your head “No, call me old fashioned but I think the baby should have your last name Jay, I mean if that’s ok with you?” “Really?” he asked and you couldn’t quite decipher the look on his face so you nodded “Really” and a softer smile split his face before he laughed “Well lil bit Halstead still isn’t gonna cut it either” “Yeah, you’re right”

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Hank and Hailey walked out of interrogation and he nodded to Jay “Take him down to holding Halstead” “Yes sir” Jay replied and headed into the room. Hank looked towards you “Kidd, help Upton with the reports will ya?” “Yes sir” you replied, just grateful to have something to do besides twiddle your thumbs.

You had just dozed off when your phone started ringing. You jolted back awake, cursing the loud ringtone you’d chosen as you reached blindly for it on the side table before finally giving up and sitting up fully to be able to find it. You grabbed the phone and saw Jay’s name on the screen. You swiped to answer, one fear settling into your chest when you saw it was two in the morning “Jay”

“He’s not dead or hurt. You just told me to wake you up as a warning next time I heard from him” your hands shook as you swiped them across your face. “Fuck. I forgot” you knew he could hear the way your voice was shaking. “Do you want me to come over? I mean, if you’re shook up. I didn’t mean to scare you” “I’m not making you come out this time of night Jay” you whispered, taking a deep breath to not cry on the phone with him. 

“You know I would, right?” he asked and you smiled “I know. Now what did he say?” he took a deep breath and let it out before saying “They’re headed to their base. They’ll be there by Thursday so he’ll be able to make regular phone calls to check in with others besides his point of contact” “So he’ll call the day before the anatomy scan” you whispered, voice breaking. 

“I can handle it if it’s too much. I’ll take it all on me just tell me what I can do” he offered and you laughed, feeling tears threaten “I don’t know Jay. I’m scared to hear his voice because I know it’ll break me but I can’t not talk to him either. I can’t do that to him or myself” you closed your eyes for a moment then sighed “Talk to me. Tell me anything, talk about anything. Get my mind off of this. Off the gossip, off worrying, off everything” “What gossip?” he asked and you grimaced “Nothing” “Y/N?” “Never mind” 

“No no no. Talk to me or I’m coming over there” he pushed and you sighed “I need promises on your temper. Remember if you lose it that me and the baby will get caught in the cross hairs” “I’m coming over” he said and the phone went dead. You stared at the phone open mouthed. He hung up on you!  He fucking hung up on you!

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You slipped sweatpants on under the large t-shirt you’d gone to bed in and was sitting on the couch when Jay knocked on the door. You looked out the small window just to be certain before opening it to let him in, glaring at him “You fuckin hung up on me!” he shrugged and walked past you into the apartment “And you have apparently been not telling me some things”

He waited until he heard you lock the door and turned to face you with his arms crossed. “Talk” You shrugged one shoulder “Some uniforms like to give their opinions on shit that doesn’t pertain to them Jay! It’s no big deal and nothing I can’t handle” his face softened slightly “What’d they say?” you shook your head “Nothing that’s important ok?”

He shook his head “It’s bothering you. That much is apparent” you shrugged".I'm also pregnant and coursing with hormones. Adam stepping on a frog bothered me. I promise if it's anything serious I would tell you and let you handle it but it wasn’t worth pulling you or Hank into trivial shit ok?”

The baby started to squirm and you groaned, putting a hand on your stomach “Fuck why did you come over so late” he grinned “Did they hear me?” you nodded, reaching for his hand and putting it where you felt the movements “You woke them up!” he laughed before leaning down to your stomach “Hey um, I know we haven’t met yet but I’m your dad and um your mom is a very pretty but very scary lady who is very good at boxing and may kick my ass if you don’t let her go back to sleep”

You shoved him away from you with a laugh “You’re ridiculous you know that?” he shrugged “But you’re laughing when you sounded like you were going to cry on the phone so I’d say driving across town was worth it just for that” you shook your head “You didn’t have to come over” he put one hand back on your stomach and it felt like the baby moved to reach it “Maybe I wanted to see them, or check on you” you smiled “We’re both ok”

“Wanna talk about Mouse?” he asked, cutting his eyes up at you. You sighed “I know hearing his voice is going to make me break. I fucking love him so much Jay. That man owns a huge piece of my heart” he nodded, fingers tracing patterns on your stomach as you spoke since you hadn’t made him move his hand “I could come over? Try to help you hold it together?” you nodded “Maybe? I just..I don’t want this to be a distraction for him but then the idea of him finishing up his contract and coming home to see a toddler that looks like a mixture of his ex and best friend doesn’t sit right with me either” 

He nodded then stood up to his full height before leaning over to kiss the top of your head “We’ll figure it out. I promise” you nodded slowly, cutting your eyes up to meet his blue ones  “I hope so. I love this baby Jay and I don’t consider it a mistake regardless of how it came about but I don’t know how my heart would recover if something happened to him” he smiled softly “I know you don’t consider the baby a mistake and I really don’t know how I’d feel either if something happened to him especially if it was because of one of my actions. He’s been more than a best friend to me. Greg is strong as hell, so are you. We can all handle this” “What about you?” you asked and he smiled “I’m good as long as you’re ok and the baby is ok” 

“We’re good” you promised so he nodded “In that case, I’ll head home. Call me when you get up and I’ll grab whatever you’re craving on the way in” “I can get my own breakfast” you teased with a laugh and he shrugged “Yeah but you’re growing the baby, least I can do is feed you” “Goodnight Jay” he smiled “Goodnight” before heading towards the door.

When the news finally came down to his unit that they had a date they were heading back to base Mouse damn near threatened to shoot Stevenson to use the phone first. The asshole kept the sat phone where everyone else had barely contacted anyone in the last couple months. The one time he’d managed to get a call out to Jay he’d waited until Stevenson was snoring to grab the phone from where the man was bear hugging it. Everyone was sick of his shit.

Everyone was sick of being out in the field. The lack of real food, lack of actual showers and no personal space whatsoever was enough to drive any man up the fucking wall.  He knew he had no right to be looking forward to hearing your voice but he missed you. God, he missed you with every fiber of his being. Yeah he’d chosen this, he’d wanted this back. He’d chosen to break things off with you because at the time he signed the contract the end date was still up in the air and he couldn’t do that to you. You deserved a chance at being happy even if it wasn’t with him. Christ that thought alone was enough to rip his chest open. 

He loved you more than he ever thought himself capable of loving someone. You were everything he could have ever dreamt of but if he had stayed in Chicago in the headspace he’d been in he was afraid he would’ve pushed you away and you wouldn’t have deserved that either. This way you had the freedom that if you found someone you wanted he’d broken things off with you so maybe you wouldn’t feel guilty, even if that thought was enough to damn near kill him. He truly did want you happy just the idea of another man being capable of doing that instead of him didn’t sit right with him. There was a part of him that wouldn’t turn off that screamed you were supposed to be his and he knew that. He wished there was a way to have both but knew there wasn’t.

Time wouldn’t stand still. If he hadn’t broken up with you, yeah you would’ve been right there waiting the moment he got off the plane but now? He wasn’t sure when or if he’d see you again regardless of what the last email the two of you had shared said. From what Jay said you were doing good, terrorizing Jay and Adam as always and you and Stella were keeping Kelly on his toes. He’d also said Voight had helped you find a place so that was good right? There was something in Jay’s voice the times he’d spoken to him though that wouldn’t quit nagging at him that something was wrong.  

Jay insisted everything was ok so he’d convinced himself maybe it was just because he hadn’t heard your voice in so long. He was due back to base in two days now and would make it a point to call you as soon as he could, hopefully that would soothe that restless part of his soul and ease the worries you’d mentioned in your emails. He didn’t like the idea of you distracted because he knew the cases intelligence caught first hand and they weren’t exactly easy.

He laid back across the tiny cot and covered his face with his arm, trying to summon sleep but instead your face flashed through his mind. He had that polaroid of you and him that Kevin had given him on your last birthday in the top of his helmet. He knew he shouldn’t. That was where you kept your girl, not the girl who's heart you broke but he needed you close. 

He’d made a lot of mistakes and breaking things off with you when you hadn’t wanted it was probably near the top of that list even with the addiction and the truck of stolen blu ray players. 

He turned to his side, the cot creaking from the movement and hoped sleep would come.

“So, you’re gonna go to her place and be there when Mouse calls tonight?” Jay was beginning to regret meeting Will for lunch or at the very least not begging you to come along. You’d always gotten along well with his brother and now that you were carrying Will’s niece or nephew you seemed to always win any argument with the redhead the moment they started.

He pushed his half eaten burger away and motioned to the waitress for his check. “Yeah. She asked me to. She doesn’t want to be alone when he hangs up and she doesn’t have to hold it together anymore” You’d asked him that morning, cornering him in the break room. How the hell was he supposed to say anything but a resounding yes? You were standing in front of him, one hand on your stomach and a small hopeful smile on your face as you looked up at him. 

Will shook his head as the waitress came over and placed both of their checks down. “What’s that look about William?” Jay asked him and he shrugged “Nothing man. I just wonder if you’re dealing with everything you need to or if you’re throwing so much into protecting her and protecting Mouse that you’re not trying to work on yourself any” what the hell did he mean by that? 

He was going to therapy weekly with Dr Charles, attending every appointment you had with Dr Asher and didn’t even go to roll call and threaten every damn uniform until he found out just who had said what that put that look in your eyes when you’d talked about it.  He was doing pretty good by his standards. When he didn’t reply Will raised an eyebrow “How much are you sleeping man?” he shrugged “Three or four hours” and knew what was coming before his brother ever groaned loudly “Have you told Dr Charles?”

Jay closed his eyes for a second because he didn’t want to deal with this. He’d agreed to meet his brother for a burger, that was it. Not a fucking lecture. “Yeah, I mentioned it” “And?” Will pushed so he reached for his wallet before digging out the money to cover the bill “He said something about this thing with Mouse could be triggering my trauma response” 

When he raised his eyes to look at Will again he wished he hadn’t “So it’s a form of what? Survivor’s guilt peeking back up or PTSD flaring?” “I don’t know man! Ok? I don’t fucking know!” he hadn’t meant to snap at his brother, he knew he was just trying to look out for him and he damn sure hadn’t meant to draw the attention of a couple nearby tables. Him and Will both gave a small smile before he lowered his voice and added “When I sleep it’s nightmares. Sometimes it’s flashbacks…things that have actually happened”

“And others?” Will asked and Jay took a deep breath before saying “Others are even worse” Others ranged from you dead, the baby cut out of your womb to Mouse’s funeral because he’d found out and decided to not come home at all. “Have you told her you’re struggling?” Will asked and Jay shook his head quickly “No! And neither are you. She’s pregnant, her first pregnancy at a high stress job and she’s worrying about Mouse on top of people apparently choosing to run their mouth about her anytime they think I’m not around and she refuses to tell me who said it or what was said. I gotta protect her from what I can. She doesn’t need to be worrying her baby’s father is gonna go off the deep end before the baby ever gets here”

Will shook his head “So it’s ok for you to protect her and Mouse, ok for her to protect Mouse but it’s not ok for anyone to protect you? How’s that going to end?” Jay checked his phone and saw a text from you that read Voight got a tip from a C.I. He wants everyone back

He showed Will the text and shrugged “Gotta go man” Will sighed “Let me know how it goes?” “Of course” he replied with a tight smile before jogging out the door to his truck.

You were pacing a solid line on your living floor. While Jay had gone for lunch with Will, Stella had come to the precinct and the two of you had eaten in the breakroom. 

“So Mouse is calling tonight?” she asked, taking a bite of the bbq chicken she’d ordered. You nodded, stabbing at your own food “Yeah. Will be the first time I’ve talked to him on the phone since about five months into him leaving” she was quiet for a moment before asking “So first time you’ve spoken to him on the phone since about a month before you slept with Jay?” 

You nodded again “Can I ask you something Stel? And you not answer as my big sister who would do anything to protect me?” she laid down her fork and crossed her hands in front of her, eyes drilling into yours “What is it babygirl?” You kept your eyes down on your food, not really seeing it but needing the distraction as you asked “Am I a horrible person for getting pregnant by the man I still love’s best friend?” 

You slowly raised your eyes and she was chewing on her bottom lip. “Just speak your mind Sis” you begged and she smiled slightly “No sweetie because no matter the fact that you still Mouse and I don’t doubt the fact that he still loves you the fact does remain that he broke up with you before he left. It’s not like this happened the moment he left Chicago either! He was gone six months! Six months! And I know for a fact a lot of guys asked you out or hit on you in Mollys and you turned down each and every one.

You were in a spot where you felt hopeless and was heartbroken, Jay was in that same spot and you both turned to someone you knew and trusted. Does it mean that will help Mouse’s heart with the facts? No. Does that make you a horrible person? Never.”

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A knock at the door nearly made you jump regardless of the fact that you recognised the knock anywhere. You opened moved to the door and smiled when Jay was standing on the other side of the threshold holding out a blueberry banana smoothie with a bag of chinese food in his other hand “Figured lil bit would be kicking your ass about now since Stella said you didn’t really finish your lunch” 

You rolled your eyes “Will needs to step up his game as uncle. I don’t even get a bullet point but Stella apparently gives you a highlight reel” you moved to let him in and he slid the smoothie into your hand and pressed a kiss to the side of your head “We need to talk about what she said” he added before heading to the kitchen.

You closed the door and turned to face him “What did she say?” he raised an eyebrow “Really? We’re gonna play that game?” you shrugged “Pregnancy brain, I forgot” he shook his head “That you asked if you were a horrible person. I thought you’d tackled this hurdle with Dr Charles” he sat the bag down and started taking the boxes out so you walked over to help him “Jay, you of all people know shit like healing isn’t linear. Just when I think I’m eating the guilt I think about it too hard or I get too comfortable or I like the fact that the baby responds to your voice and another wave of it tries to drown me”

He turned to face you, one hand coming up to push the hair back out of your face as it cupped the side of your head “That’s when it’s my job to jump in and pull you out of that wave” his other hand brushed against your stomach “You didn’t do this alone, you’re not going to do this alone. I know where I stand with you. The comfort level, you liking the baby responding to me..it’s just that. The baby. You want your child to have a good father. That’s normal and I promise I’m going to do everything in my power to give you that but don’t do that to yourself. Don’t worry about what anyone else says. We know where we stand with each other”

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You swallowed hard and opened your mouth to respond but was cut off by your phone ringing. He nodded towards the living room “Go get it.I’ll stay in here to give you some privacy” you felt your heart jump up into your throat and what had to be a backflip from the baby at the same time “Ok” damn your voice sounded small.

You damn near ran to your phone and snatched it up before it could stop ringing. When you swiped the unfamiliar number a moment of static hit your ears then Mouse’s voice “Hey sweetheart” your hand flew to your mouth in an attempt to stop the sob from escaping at the emotions that slammed into you at hearing him. 

You eased down onto the couch and swallowed twice before saying “Hey Greg”  when he laughed you could damn near hear the smile on his face, the way his eyes would light up and how he’d look at you with everything when he spoke to you “I love that you’re one of the only people that ever call me by my actual name” you felt tears start to break free and didn’t try to stop them, instead just focusing on keeping them out of your voice “I only call you Mouse when you piss me off” you teased and he laughed again, the sound making your heart flip and the baby squirmed from how your body was reacting. You put a hand on your stomach in an attempt to soothe the baby because they were currently burrowing into your ribcage and that shit hurt causing you to jump up off the couch.

You must have let out a huff of air because his voice changed from laughter to concern “Hey, are you ok?” you let out a slow breath, rubbing your side in an attempt to urge the baby to move. Jay’s eyes silently tracked your movements, trying to gauge if you needed his help. After a moment the pain passed but you and Jay shared a concerned look, what were you gonna tell Mouse?

 “Um, yeah I hit my side tackling some asshole today. Will said it was ok but I must have turned the wrong way” you closed your eyes, silent tears flowing down your face from lying to him. You hated it but it wasn’t like you could say “Oh no worries honey, the baby that your best friend put in me is doing gymnastics at the moment” his voice softened “Wonder woman thinking she’s invincible again” you laughed lightly “You just wanna see me in the outfit” that pulled another laugh from him “There’s a mental image that will carry with me for months to come..thank you for that Y/N” you wanted to tell him so much, that you missed him and hoped he was safe. That you hoped he’d get an end date soon, that he’d figure out what he wanted to do afterwards, that he’d be happy.

The only thing you managed was “It’s so good just to hear your voice and know you’re ok” you wiped your eyes and turned with your back to Jay. You couldn’t talk to Mouse and be looking at Jay the entire time. Your stomach was already rolling. “You don’t know how good it is to hear your voice” he replied, causing you to focus on your breathing. 

You could hear another man’s voice behind him “Gerwitz, we’re on a time limit first day back. Everybody has someone they wanna call” “C’mon Gore give me a few more minutes” “Mouse dammit, get off the phone and give it to the next in line. You haven’t even hit the showers yet” 

Your heart twisted knowing he hadn’t even bothered going to the showers first when they got back to base, he made a beeline for phones. He called you before showering or eating or even settling. He called you before his own comfort. Checking on you came before his own comfort.

“I gotta go Y/N. I’ll call when I can and try to text if I can get my hand on a phone card. If not I’ll email as I can and maybe even be able to hit a zoom call if we’re lucky but you’ll have to drag Jay into it so I can see his ass too”

You swallowed hard “I will, I promise. Stay safe and keep your promise about seeing me in person again ok? I can’t live the rest of my life without seeing that face again” he chuckled “Oh darlin, they aint got a bad enough war to keep me from breaking that promise. You stay safe too. Bye” “Bye”

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The moment the line went dead you dropped the phone and crumpled back onto the couch, sobs wracking your body. You hadn’t even heard him move but before you knew it Jay was sitting next to you, wrapping both arms around your body “Sweetheart, you gotta calm down. The baby can’t take this” you turned to bury your face in his neck so he pulled you closer, nearly into his lap. “Just breathe baby” he whispered into your hair.

“It’s the lying…I fuckin hate the lying” you spoke against his skin and he nodded “I know sweetheart, I know” you laid your head back down so he started rubbing across your back, trying to soothe you because he didn’t know anything else to do.From the position the two of you were in your stomach was against the side of his and when he felt a weird movement he cut his eyes down at you for confirmation and you nodded “That was a kick” before burrowing further into him. 

You knew you should just eat and go to bed but you couldn’t find the strength to move and Jay was so damn warm against your body. The baby was curled up against the side of your stomach that was closest to Jay. You needed to comfort of someone, you were losing your fucking mind between hormones and guilt and the fuckin mouth running.��There were worse places than Jay's arms.

You felt yourself dozing off but didn’t quite register it until a few hours later when you woke up. You were still in the same position, curled up to Jay and he still had his arms loosely around you. You looked around at the clock to see about five hours had passed. You started to uncurl yourself but your limbs didn’t quite want to work with you. You gently tapped Jay,a little worried to startle him but he jolted just slightly before remembering where he was. He smiled gently at you “Are you ok?”

You nodded “I’m ok. I just can’t get up on my own. I think my legs are asleep and I’m really hungry and I gotta pee” he laughed before nodding “Ok then, let’s get you up. While you pee I’ll warm up the food we never ate” you smiled and when he started to stand you stopped him with a hand on his arm. He looked at it then at you so you smiled again “You’re a damn good man Jay Halstead” the smile that split his face was enough to make you hope the baby got his smile “Thank you. Now let’s get you up”

@desimarie12

Part 6

[lolahauri]

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Sex Crimes of Any Kind, Super Violent/Xtreme Kinks, Inflation, Feederism, Abuse, Puke, Shit, DDLG, Age Play, Raceplay, Wound Fucking, Gore, Vore, Misgendering/Detrans, CBT, Sounding, Fisting, Gunplay, Drugging, Stepcest etc...

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Things I Will Write: ✔️

Genderbent Characters, Mild Yandere, Daddy/Mommy Kink, Cheating, Mild BDSM, CNC, Dubcon, Monsters, Hybrids, Sex Pollen, Legal Age Gap, Power Imbalance (Prof/Student, Boss/Employee), Feet, Armpits, Piss, Breeding, Mild Blood/Knifeplay, Cock Warming, Dry Humping, Voyeur, Public Sex, Orgy, 3somes, Sex Toys, Overstim, Edging, etc... etc... :P

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F/F, M/M, F/M, GN/F, GN/M, Poly Ships of any kind.

Now that that's out of the way, here's the list of fandoms and characters i'm familiar with and will happily take requests on!

Adventure Time/Fiona & Cake: PB, Marceline, Marshall Lee, Winter King, Candy Queen, Simon, Ice King, Fiona.

Attack On Titan: Armin, Eren, Mikasa, Sasha, Levi, Hanji, Annie, Historia, Reiner, Erwin, Ymir. 

Avatar: Jake, Neytiri.

Batman Begins Trilogy: Batman, Catwoman, Bane, Joker, Scarecrow.

Beauty & The Beast: Belle, Beast/Adam, Gaston.

Bee & Puppycat: Bee, Deckard, Cass, Toast.

BigBang Theory: Raj, Leonard, Penny, Amy.

Black Dynamite: Honeybee, Black Dynamite.

BNA: Michiru, Shirou.

Bob’s Burgers: Bob, Linda.

Breaking Bad: Jesse, Skylar.

Call of Duty: Konig, Ghost, Mace, Keegan, Krueger, Valeria, Farah.

Creepypasta: Jeff, Jane, Ben, Toby, EJ, LJ, Slenderman, Splendorman, Clockwork, Kate, Masky, Hoodie,

Desperate Housewives: Bree, Gabi, Edie, Lynette, Carlos, John.

Dirty Dancing: Johnny, Baby.

Earth Girls Are Easy: Mac, Zeebo, Wiploc, Valerie.

Elemental: Wade, Ember.

Encanto: Isabela, Bruno, Dolores, Julieta.

FNAF Movie: Vanessa, Mike, William/Steve.

Frozen: Elsa, Anna, Kristoff.

Futurama: Leela, Fry, Amy, Bender.

Good Pizza, Great Pizza: Alicante, Octavia, Dr. Keh, Nasir, Flash, Cicero, Kimmy Slice, Dr. Price.

Grandma's Boy: J.P, Samantha.

Gravity Falls: Ford, Stan, Soos, Melody, Giffany, Bill.

Jane The Virgin: Jane, Michael, Petra, Luisa, Rose, Rogelio, Xiomara.

Jurassic Park (1993): Ian Malcolm, Ellie Sattler.

Jujutsu Kaisen: Gojo, Choso, Nanami, Sukuna, Toji, Shoko, Geto, Yaga Masamichi, Utahime, Uraume.

King of the Hill: Hank, Peggy, Luane, Nancy, Dale, Khan, Min, John Redcorn.

Lisa Frankenstein: Lisa, Creature, Taffy.

Little Mermaid (2022): Ariel, Eric.

MHA: Dabi, Hawks, Aizawa, Shigaraki.

Miller's Girl: Cairo, Johnathon.

Moon Knight: Moon System, Layla, Khonshu.

Mulan: Mulan, Li Shang.

National Treasure: Benjamin, Riley.

Nintendo: Link, Zelda, Peach, Daisy, Rosalina, Luigi, Bowser, Waluigi.

Norbit: Rasputia, Norbit.

Princess & The Frog: Tiana, Lottie, Naveen, Shadow Man.

Ratatouille: Colette, Linguini. 

Regular Show: Mordecai, Margret, Eileen, CJ, Benson.

Resident Evil: Karl Heisenberg, Carlos Oiliveria, Lady Dimitrescu.

Rick and Morty: Rick, Jerry, Beth, Doofus Rick.

Riverdale: FP Jones, Hiram.

Scott Pilgrim vs. The World: Kim, Ramona, Gideon, Wallace.

Scream 5: Amber, Tara, Sam.

Serial Mom: Chip, Beverly.

Silverado: Slick, Rae, Mal, Paden.

Shallow Hal: Rosemary, Hal.

Shameless: Lip, Fiona, Kev, V.

SheRa (2018): All Adults.

Sherlock (2010): Sherlock, John Watson.

Slashers & DBD: Brahms, Ghostface, Michael Myers, Jason Vorhees, Pyramid Head, The Spirit, Huntress, Trapper, Wraith, Trickster, Pearl, Jennifer Check, Stu Matcher, Billy Loomis, Tiffany Valentine, Patrick Bateman, Thomas Hewitt, Vincent Sinclair, Eric Draven, The Artist, Amanda Young.

Spiderverse: Miguel, Jessica Drew.

Spongebob: Dennis, Man Ray.

Squid Games: Gi-Hun, Sae-Byeok, Ali, Sang Woo.

Steven Universe: Garnet, Amethyst, Peridot, Lapis, Jasper, Blue Diamond, Rose, Greg.

Stardew Valley: All Adult Humans (Except George & Evelyn)

Stranger Things: Robin, Billy Eddie, Chrissy, Hopper.

Supernatural: Sam, Dean, Castiel.

Super Store: Amy, Jonah, Dina, Garrett, Cheyenne.

Tangled: Flynn, Rapunzel, Mother Gothell.

The Batman (2022): Batman, Riddler.

The Breakfast Club: John Bender, Allison Reynolds.

The Nanny: C.C, Fran, Maxwell.

Total Drama Island: S1 Contestants, Chris, Chef, Blainley.

Triple Frontier: Frankie, Santiago.

Turning Red: Ming Lee, Jin Lee.

Twilight: Edward, Carlisle, Alice, Charlie.

YOU: Beck, Joe, Peach, Love.

Young Sheldon: Mary, Connie.

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Abel Morales (A Most Violent Year)

Astarion (Baulder’s Gate 3)

Babbo Natale (Violent Night)

Barbie (Barbie 2023)

Basil Stitt (Lightning Face)

Beverly Goldberg (The Goldbergs)

Bruce (Beyond Therapy)

Charles Ingalls (Little House on the Praire)

Charlie Dompler (Smiling Friends)

Chel (Road to El Dorado)

Dale Kobble (Longlegs)

Dan Conner (Rosanne)

David Levinson (Independence Day)

Din Djarin (The Mandalorian)

Doug Remer (Baseketball)

Duke Leto Atreides (Dune)

Fezzik (Princess Bride)

Francine (American Dad)

Fujimoto (Ponyo)

Georgia Miller (Ginny & Georgia)

Jack Harrison (Translyvania 6-5000)

Jackson Rippner (Red Eye)

Jon Arbuckle (Garfield 2024)

John Doe (John Doe Game)

Jonathan Levy (Scenes from a Marriage)

John Wick (John Wick 4)

King Baldwin (Kingdom of Heaven)

Kitten (Breakfast on Pluto)

Laurent LeClaire (In Secret)

Linda Gunderson (Rio)

Llewyn Davis (Inside Lleywn Davis)

Master Chief (Halo)

Mike (5lbs of Pressure)

Moe Doodle (Doodle Bops)

Nani Palekai (Lilo & Stitch)

Nathan Bateman (Ex Machina)

Outcome-3 (The Bourne Legacy)

Orestes (Agora)

Paul Blart (Paul Blart: Mall Cop)

Paul Cable (Last Stand at Saber River)

Peggy Bundy (Married With Children)

Peter Mitchell (3 Men & A Baby)

Poe Dameron (Star Wars)

Prince John (Robin Hood 2010)

Robert ‘Bob’ Floyd (Top Gun: Maverick)

Rose Tyler (Doctor Who)

Shiv (Pu-239)

Stanley Ipkiss (The Mask)

Star-Lord (Guardians of the Galaxy)

Summer Field (Time Cut)

Tate Langdon (AHS: Murder House)

The Janitor (Willy’s Wonderland)

Thomas Magnum (Magnum, P.I 1980)

William Tell (The Card Counter)

[prozacwhorehouse]

too good (lip gallagher x reader blurb)

where lip comes to you after fiona kicks him out because he got expelled 😔

This is so short I just needed it out of my drafts NEOW

no warnings, just swearing !! also not proofread so entirely my bad if it switches from you pronouns to she pronouns

“I’ll get it! Jesus!!” he can hear yelling and stomping from the other side of the door.

“what!-“ the door fully opens, but when she sees who’s on her porch, she quickly narrows the opening.

“lip? jesus, you can’t be here- my dad will fucking kill you,” you whispered, trying not to draw attention. you both knew you weren’t kidding either. he could kill lip.

“who is it?!” he hears her dad yell from another room. lip assumes right away that he’s drunk on the couch, watching the game show network. when isn’t he?

“just a ding-dong ditch,” she comes up with a lie, “they’re long gone now.”

“goddamn kids,” her father groans.

the girl raises her eyebrows as if to say ‘what?’

“i uh-“ he hesitates, knowing you’ll probably have the same reaction Fiona did. but he knows you won’t let him sleep out in the cold, “fiona kicked me out.”

“well what the fuck did you do?” she asks, not surprised. as kev never fails to remind him, lip is the dumbest genius they know.

“i didn’t do anything, i just- can i come inside? fuckin’ freezing out here.” he shoves his hands in his pockets and shrugs his shoulders, avoiding her gaze

she scoffs, “what the- no, you can’t come inside- my dad-“ “will kill me. i know. can I go to your window?” She pauses, gritting her teeth while debating. she can never say no to him after all. “ugh- fine.” she groans. “go around the back.” he gives an appreciative nod and smile, skipping down the porch to go round back to climb up the terrace to her window.

“im going to bed, daddy!” she yells, from half way up the carpeted stairs. he waves her off in response, eyes glued to Card Sharks.

when she reaches her bedroom, she shuts the door and quietly locks it. she makes a hushing motion, warning lip before she opens the window for him to climb in. his feet come down on the ground a little harder than they should have, and her eyes widen, glaring at him. they pause to listen for motion downstairs- nothing.

“sorry,” he whispers, placing his bag down on her floor, walking over to plop down on her bed.

“move,” she ushers him over, taking her place on the bed. he assumes the position he’ll never admit he loves, his head in her lap.

“seriously, lip. what the fuck.” she questions, lightly tapping his cheek.

“y’know that deal fiona and I made? that we’d both get our diplomas, and id go to college?” she nods, beginning to rub his cheek. “well, ya heard about that kid who threw the chair through the window today, right?” she nods again, brows furrowed processing. “that was me. i-“ he pauses to laugh, even though it isn’t funny, “got expelled today.” her thumb stops moving, and her lips part in shock. “are you fucking serious?” she asks, hoping to god he’s fucking with her. “yep. dead.” he stares up at her wall and then back at her. she only scoffs. “jesus. you know you’re really fucking stupid, as smart as you are.” she pushes his head off her lap and crosses her arms over her chest. “what?” he scoffs, lifting himself up onto his elbows. “you. are. a. fucking. idiot.” she annunciates every word.

“jesus- it’s not that big of a deal. why finish high school when there’s no future for me anyway?” he questions. she hates when he does this. he undermines his successes, when really, he has the brightest future ahead of him, if he just tried.

she smacks him upside the head. no hesitation.

“what the fuck!” “you’re the smartest fucking guy at our school lip. kids would KILL to have the opportunity you do, to go to college and get the hell out of Chicago. and you’re just throwing it all away.” she shakes her head in disappointment, which is worse than being mad at him, he thinks.

“well when you put it that way, i sound like a fucking asshole,” he rolls his eyes, settling back down on the bed.

“Fiona’s right. she always fucking is. so you can pick yourself up and fucking do something with your life, or you can sleep on the sidewalk.” you offer him the two options, and he thinks. he knows you’re right. it’s so easy to fight his sister on things like this, because they grew up with that sibling banter. but when you back her up, it gives him an outside opinion, which he knows is the right one.

“why do ya always have to put me in my place, huh?” he smiles, and nudges her thigh. she can’t help but smile and pull his head back into her lap.

“just doing my job. bringing you down from your high horse,” she laugh, threading your fingers through his hair. it doesn’t last long before he’s moving up on the bed, pulling her to him, connecting lips.

“you’re too fucking good,” he smiles, kissing her again.

“know your worth, Gallagher.”

[unfortunately-not-a-chip]

Please write Jeremy & the Trojans outsider POV of wtf is happening with the foxes at literally any fucking time. Maybe at one of the banquets? Or could just be watching TV tbh. Or looking at news on their phones.

Yes I love this, here it is!!

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Everyone knows about the foxes, a ragtag team of kids from every walk of life. They had never been a loved team but Jeremy was biased, especially when Kevin made his big transfer. Guiltily, he would admit he didn’t keep up with the team as much as he could, but Jeremy would prefer to hear about the team firsthand, and not through the skew of the media. However, when Cat and Laila beckoned him to the sofa to watch the introduction of the foxes newest striker, he couldn’t help but indulge.

When the striker walked onto the stage, Kevin in tow, Jeremy noticed nothing of note about him. He shrunk back into himself as he shook hands with Kathy, seemingly overall nervous. Jeremy sympathised, remembering the ball of nerves he had been his first time talking to the press. Jeremy tuned in and out of the interview, only coming to full attention when Cat smacked him in the shoulder.

“Holy shit” she said, drawing his attention to the screen. Jeremy watched as Kathy Ferdinand, ever the enabler, beckoned Riko onto stage. He rolled his eyes at the on screen drama and then promptly felt guilty as he watched the color drain from Kevin’s face.

“Ugh poor Kev,” Jeremy sighed, “I can’t watch this”

“Fine, can you at least get me some popcorn from the kitchen?” Cat replied, and Laila snickered by her side. Jeremy obliged, grabbing a packet of popcorn from the cabinet and stuffing it in the microwave. He watched it rotate in a circle about twice before Cat shouted from the living room again

“Dude- Jere- you need to see this”

Jeremy abandoned the rotating popcorn in favor of seeing what the ruckus was about. Looking back at the TV the striker, Neil his name was, looked like a completely different person. The once shy looking man now sat leaning forward, his arms resting on his legs and a snarl on his face that Jeremy could feel the cold of even through the screen. He made it just in time to hear the tail end of his sentence

“You’re going to eat your words. And you’re going to choke on them.”

-

After this, Jeremy kept an eye on Neil Josten and the foxes, and they managed to stay vaguely under the radar until the next banquet. Jeremy found himself looking forward to the banquet for once. For the chance to speak with Kevin after everything that happened and maybe a little bit to meet the new loudmouth striker they found.

He got increasingly frustrated however as he was pulled away to talk to other teams captains, his eyes flicking back and forth between them and the new group forming between a few of the foxes and some of the ravens. Laila must have seen him because she eventually put him out of his misery and grabbed him by the arm, pulling him away from his albeit one sided conversation. She brought them to the edge of the group, turning him to face her and lowering her voice when he raised an eyebrow.

“Just listen”

That’s when Jeremy tuned in to the foxes and ravens, piquing in interest at the sharp tone of Neil’s voice… and… holy shit. Jeremy listens as Neil tears someone to shreds. Jeremy shared a look with Laila watching her face split into a slow grin as she clearly holds back a laugh at his words. She managed to keep it in until they made it to the bus, where she essentially tackled Cat in excitement as to share what she heard. A couple Trojans gathered around as she recounted the moment.

“And then- he said” she puts on her best Neil impression, lowering her voice “Kevin and I talk about your intricate and endless daddy issues all the time” The Trojans burst out in shouts and laughter, only stopping when Cody cut in. “Who was he even talking to?” Jeremy shrugged in reply but Cat seemed to have other ideas. She lowered her voice to a conspiratorial whisper

“I bet it was Riko, I mean we saw how they were at each others throats on the Ferdinand show,”

-

The Riko Neil rivalry isn’t fully confirmed, at least not for a while. Tensions raised, obviously, especially when it became evident that the foxes and ravens were going to be facing off at the championship game. The Trojans all cozied up together to watch the deciding match, some still a little salty at the preceding loss but all wanting to see if the foxes would prevail.

The match was close, a constant push and pull between ravens and foxes with the outcome seeming as though it would lead to a shootout when in the last seconds of the game, Kevin scored a goal. The eruption of the on screen audience wasn’t too far off from that of the Trojans, jumping around in excitement at how close of a battle they had just witnessed, how incredible of a goal. Cat nudged Jeremy in the arm pointing to where the camera focused on an exhausted Neil Josten, on the ground and looking up at Riko.

“What I would give to hear what he’s saying right now” she said, and Jeremy turned to look at her, planning on making his agreement known. Something was off in her expression however, and the Trojans went silent as they locked their gazes on the screen.

Jeremy quickly turned his gaze as well and felt his heart drop. Riko lifted his racquet with lethal intent and brought it swinging down towards Neil’s head. The announcer gasped in shock, seemingly unsure what to say in the face of this moment and Jeremy watched in seeming slow motion as the racquet came down, down, and as the goalkeeper began to run. The moment ended in a screeching collision that the Trojans couldn’t tear their eyes from, the goalkeeper racquet coming up as Riko’s swung down, a battle that ended in a clack, a scream, and a broken arm, but Neil alive. After the event the announcers paused broadcasting and Jeremy turned off the TV facing his team. Unsure what to say about the silence that settled over the room he took a deep breath and let out an awkward laugh

“What a game, am I right?”

[slushiebonez]

guh kevin short. im not normal. scattered debrief below the cut bc spoilers but. guh.

ft really crusty snipping tool pictures of my youtube browser and my nyan cat playback bar that's currently not working properly lol

First of all kevin parents unboxing? this is awesome

Love the fact that Kevin's bike is actually canon

Kevin's last name starts with a P this is big news (spooky month fans when we get a letter of a person's name)

Skid and Pump's younger designs are SO GODDAMN CUTE?????? I love how Skid's mask looks a bit like a sugar skull, I love how they even sound younger and have those sort of "little kid inflections" in their voices, they're EVEN TINIER GUH and also this is the most face and hair we've seen live on camera from these two

(It makes me a little evil how much Skid's hair looks just like his daddy's damn)

Speak of the hairy devil, first time we've seen the back of their heads I think!

Pump is chubby frfr???? this is so awesomesauce

A lot of delightful Kevin expressions in this one moots I can see at least 15 new pfps for yall :3

SKID CRYING OVER HIS DAD MAKES ME WANNA PUT A FIST THRU A WALL

Also like nowadays when Skid is reminded of his dad he's sad but he doesn't fully break down crying which makes me think that this short took place relatively soon after his demise

WHICH IF WE FIGURE OUT WHEN KEV STARTED WORKING THERE WE CAN FIND OUT AROUND WHEN SKIDDAD BIT CURB HUZZAH

Pump getting starry-eyed at the candy is adorable, but he remains starry-eyed staring at Skid which like. maybe its just bc hes already still hyped over the candy but I'm choosing to read it as him also being happy that his best friend is once again also happy which. ough

WOMAN ALERT. Not only seeing Lila with rounder hair animated is interesting (since from that little bit w/ the picture frames we know Lila cut her hair more angular for Skid), but also convinces me more this is relatively soon after Skiddad's death since she seems very distant and tired (but still loves to see her son happy huzzah <3)

Also thinking about it, Lila cutting her hair more angular for Skid was probably bc of Skiddad's passing, since the angular hair resembles his and Skid's hair way more

See the bag full of bugs is funny to me bc that's such a little kid move. Like Kevin obviously sees it as a nuisance but I don't think the kids see it like that. Like, all the time kids hand you stuff they think is cool or generally fine to hand someone that's actually not, like bugs or frogs or somethin

In the section when the kids bring the box of "for adoption" cats into the candy club to play with, I'd like to think that Michelle adopted those cats, since we know she owns a lot of cats and some of them look similar to cats featured in SM6 at her house

COMPILATION OF VERY IMPORTANT IMAGES:

Goodass picture of Eyes bc for some reason we don't have as many super great pics of him as I'd like

Also the bits of Roy stealing shit during SM4 is deeply entertaining he's such a little shithead and I love him

No curve no spin all gas

Also the fact that the fake blood incident involved water balloons full of the stuff delights me so

More Carmen more diva I love her. If she pulled up at my summer job I'd be fighting demons to not pick a fight

They punked his ass

HELLLLLLOOOOOOOOOO SAILOR

Oh my god they're image limiting me I'm making a part two everyone pony up for the reblog

[ladylooch]

Birthday Kisses - [Sam x Kevin]

A/N: So weird to write this with Kevin still on the Wild… had to remind myself of that a few times. Ah the good old days…. Anyways, reminding y’all too that in LIYLN, Kevin never leaves MN. Thank you, thank you, THANK YOU! To my sweet @couldawouldashoulda50 thank you for loving Kevin so and requesting this smutty piece. Cannot tell you how much I loved revisiting Sam and Kev!

Word Count: 1.6k

Samantha Fiala holds her teal Yeti in both hands as she leans in the doorway of her bedroom. It’s summer in Minnesota which means the sun is on full blast coming through the wall of windows to her right. In a room down the hall, the youngest Fiala is tucked in with his nook, going through a growth spurt that requires him to sleep more hours, providing her with a quiet morning.

Today is not just any summer day. It’s also Kevin’s 28th birthday.

Sam brings her cup up for a sip of iced coffee. She sucks in through her metal straw as her eyes flirt along the oak floor of their bedroom. She follows the trail of Kevin’s discarded clothes from the door to where her morning treat is. Her husband lays on his stomach, arms scrunching up the pillow below his right cheek. His face is turned towards her, away from the windows, and his lips puff with each even breath he has. The comforter has slid down his body, exposing two perfect ass cheeks that make her want to praise the universe for bringing this gorgeous man into her life 6 years ago.

Last night, Sam and Kevin hit up Billy Sushi in Minneapolis with a few of his Wild teammates and their partners, leaving Luca at home with her parents. Kevin came back lit on fire from a fun night and booze. The exaggerated hug he gave to both of her parents as they left to return home had Mama Stalock cracking up. Kevin had been asleep upstairs before her parents even left the driveway.

Sam smiles at the memory of him cucking his boxer briefs over his shoulder and rolling into bed naked with a “Night, baby.” muttered into his pillow.

Sam leans off the doorway, padding her bare feet across the floor. She sets her cup of coffee on Kevin’s nightstand, then runs her fingers through his poofy brown hair. It’s wild and sticking up a few different ways as he startles.

“Mmm?” He mumbles, not opening his eyes.

“Nothing.” She says back quietly. She sits down next to him. “Just need to touch you.”

Kevin’s eyes pop open taking in his wife next to him. He moves a hand off his pillow, letting it stroke up her thigh and collect on her bare ass under her sleep shorts. He rolls forward, putting his head in her lap. Sam runs her nails gently along his scalp, making Kevin sigh contently.

“Happy birthday, babe.” She whispers, leaning down to kiss his temple. Kevin smirks, then leans forward to kiss along her inner thigh. Goosebumps launch across Sam’s skin, telling her husband his effect on her.

“Thank you.” He mumbles, nosing at the stretch marks along her inner thigh from when she grew too fast as a young teenager. She used to hate that part of her, but Kevin’s constant appreciation of her body has changed that.

Sam trails her hand down from his hair to race the muscles of his back. She swirls her nails, dipping and rising along the valleys of his back until she gets to his firm ass. She trails over that too and Kevin sighs.

“What did you get me for my birthday, baby?” He drawls at her, Swiss accent thickening on his tongue. Sam sucks her cheeks in, biting at the inside of one before she shoves at his hip for him to flip over. He rolls gently, taking his head out of her lap too. The comforter falls away completely. His hard cock swells against his abdominal muscles.

“You’ve been so good to me this year.” She sighs. “Filling me up with your baby.” She presses a kiss to his chest. Kevin’s hand follows her rise from the bed, palming her ass more fully. “Being the best daddy in the delivery room. Taking care of me when I could barely walk.”

“Fuck.” He whispers as she kisses the cleft of his cock. His eyes flutter shut as Sam sucks it slightly.

“I wanna thank you properly.” She murmurs finally. She takes his erection into her hand, sliding her palm up and down the skin. Her fingers grip tighter, twisting out a bead of precum. She smirks, then leans forward to lick it from his slit. She rolls her lip into her mouth to nibble it, widening her eyes innocently. “That okay with you?”

“Yes.” It’s a gasping hiss. She leans down to take him fully in her mouth. Kevin brings his other hand over to her hips, working her sleep shorts and panties down her thighs. She snaps her gaze back to his.

“It’s my birthday and I want something sweet.”

Sam’s core clamps around nothing. Kevin’s finger tips come to her entrance circling with two before sliding them up her slit to her clit. Sam inhales heavily then exhales a moan around the head of his cock. Kevin’s hips twitch beneath her, itching to press deeper into her mouth. She flattens her palms along his taut skin, then sinks her mouth down him.

Kevin’s moan fills their bedroom, loud and expressive like he always has been for her. Sam fights the urge to grin, then trails her tongue up the underside of his length. She swirls it around his red head, then falls back down on him completely.

“Fuck me.” He groans, slapping her ass. “You’re so good at this, beautiful girl.” He trails his fingers off her clit to her entrances stuffing her full of him and mirroring her rhythm.

They play with each other like that, matching tempos with mouth and fingers. Their wet motions collect with the air in the room, bringing them both closer and closer to coming.

Until Kevin taps Sam’s thigh.

“Come back toward my face.” He calls to her, bringing her knee to the other side of his body. Sam takes a small backward wiggle, then yelps around Kevin’s cock when his lips kiss her clot.

She collapses her breasts forward, letting Kevin’s abs catch them. The friction of her shirt against her nipples has her eyes fluttering closed as his mouth works on her. Her feet settle on the headboard, giving her the leverage to take Kevin further down her throat.

Kevin’s tongue winds the tightness in her core tighter. Her mouth falls off his cock to moan. She strokes her fingers fast along his wet skin, feeling his shaft pulse and tighten in anticipation of his release. She pushes her own mind numbing pleasure to the side, putting her lips back around his head. She sucks. Kevin yowls. Then digs his tongue deeper into her core.

“Kev, I’m gonna come.” She whimpers. He grips her hips tighter, then rumbles a response against her folds. The vibration and his tongue push her over the edge. She cries and chokes harder on his cock as he works her completely through. Once she is done, he grabs her ass cheeks, spreading her pussy wider in front of his face. His hips start to buck up into her mouth, chasing his own release.

“I’m close.” He warns her, husky voice dripping with desire.

One hand crawls under her sweatshirt to grip her breast, palming the swell of it while he leans forward and laps at her sensitive core. She clenches around his tongue in her hole. At the taste of her on his lips again, he spills into her mouth with a string of German curses Sam knows well now. She rolls his balls in her hand as he smashes his head back into the pillow, moaning her name like a prayer.

Sam brings her mouth off of him. She rests her forehead on his thigh, closing her eyes as she attempts to recover from how hot that was. She revels in how generous he is to her and how much she loves when he fucks her mouth at the end.

Kevin’s hand slides up her ass to her back. He rubs circle into her spine with his thumb.

“This is quite the view.” Sam can hear a smirk in his tone. She swallows thickly, then rises back to her knees. Kevin takes one out from under her, making her hit her back to his left. He’s over her before she can move. His lips collect hers in a wet, consuming kiss, their tastes mixing together.

“Happy birthday.” Sam mumbles into his mouth. “I’m so glad you exist.” Kevin chuckles.

“I was just thinking the same thing.” He looks down at her, brushing strands of hair off her cheek.

“Are you ready for another sweet thing?”

“Yes.” He nips at her neck.

“No.” Sam giggles, grabbing his face to kiss his lips again. “Actual food.” Kevin pauses, excitement in his eyes. “I made caramel rolls. I was thinking you could stay here and I’ll bring you a baby. And then some caramel rolls so you can have breakfast in bed.”

“This is the best day ever! Pussy, a baby, AND caramel rolls.”

“Kevin!” Sam laughs loudly, slapping his hairy chest. “Pussy and a baby shouldn’t be said in the same sentence.”

“I mean, that’s how he got in there…”

Sam covers her face, shoulders shaking from how hard she is laughing. She pulls her palms away and looks up into his beaming face.

“I love you.”

“I know, baby. I love you too.” He whispers. He kisses her again, then flops onto his back again.

Sam crawls off the bed, grabbing her iced coffee before padding out of the doorway to wake their baby.

When she glances back at her husband, his eyes are watching her every move. She shakes her ass at him and he claps in response.

“I’m feeling baby number 2 tonight!” He yells after her.

Sam rolls her eyes.

Absolutely not.

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