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Fear of Tigers - Please Don't Leave

[masterjacobofficialblog]

Jacob, got any crushes?

I've never had any sincere crush myself, but I had my first affair. And it was with Leroy.

One day he confessed his feelings to me and kissed me. It was my very first kiss.

And he asked me to date, which I wanted to refuse at first, but I decided to give Leroy a chance and I wanted to try it myself. Maybe I'll like Leroy too, not just as a friend.

And I was wrong. Leroy is a good friend and we have a lot in common, but I couldn't love him as anything more. Sometimes he tries hard to please me that he didn't listen to me. Apparently this is partly due to his previous affairs.

I told Leroy everything as it is, that I couldn't fall in love with him as a love interest and we remained friends again.

Leroy is dating another guy now, but I don't regret trying to have an affair with someone. Maybe I will find my soulmate, or maybe not, because friendship is much more important and valuable to me.

Speaking about the positive aspects of this affair with Leroy, I would single out that he is a good kisser, but he overdid it. He's more restrained with his boyfriend now, and I'm happy for them.

[sweetdreamsjeff]

Jeff Buckley: an appreciation

[baddawg94]

-intercepted 38 passes coupled with 20 QB Sacks in his 12 year NFL career as a 4x all pro Strong Safety for the Green Bay Packers (1990-2002)

-4x Pro Bowler

-Green bay’s 2nd round draft pick in 1990 out of Florida State University

-SBXXXI Champion (1996 Green Bay Packers)

LeRoy Butler III

[samblerg]

Tropical Bedroom - Wallpaper

[spacebarbarianweird]

Okay so I know you're a big Dadstarion fan. So what do you think of Astarion and Gnome! Tav having a baby. (I'm not sure if it is quite possible given the size difference but let's say it is.) I couldn't help but start thinking about Astarion and a teeny tiny gnome baby the other day. Doing headcanons for this would be interesting I think 🤔

OK, so, I did some research. Apparently, there is a half-official sex guide that says that gnomes don't mate with elves. But there are no breeding rules at all. So, people suppose that unless it's human x elf or human x orc, the mixed kid just ends up inheriting one of their parents' race (so in this case Astarion will probably have a gnome kid whose elven ancestry will manifest in some minor details).

When I write fantasy I usually stay firm on biology issues (some races can have mixed kids, and some can't have kids at all coz they are different species - so they can just fuck without contraception which is good), but it doesn't have to be the common rule at all.

Masterlist

Headcanons The image of Astarion's daughter is inspired by Leroy van Vliet from Art Station (I love the ears)

So, you actually were sure it wasn't possible to make kids.

He is a vampire and he is an elf.

Gnomes don't mate with elves, that's for sure!

Do they?

Right?

When you find out you are pregnant, it's the worst time in your relationship.

You are afraid you don't remember being assaulted. Astarion blames you for infidelity.

Then, you are just afraid you can't carry a bigger child without consequences (elven kids are small that's for sure but not small enough for a gnome).

You often quarrel till you end up in tears. Once to twice you hit his knees with all the strength you have while insulting him in gnim.

But to your surprise, pregnancy goes... normal.

You go into labor when it's due and give birth to a gnome, just like you and all your relatives.

But with very familiar silver hair.

A gnome with elven ancestry, that's how it's called.

Astarion feels uneasy holding such a small child. She looks like a toy in his hands.

But the girl grows up looking very similar to Astarion - his facial features, his nose, his hair color, his crafty hands.

Just a different race.

Astarion jokingly calls her his pocket princess since she is small enough to be put in a bag when he needs to go somewhere.

Often, when Astarion takes a job helping an unfortunate person with shitty supernatural contracts, people can notice a little gnome looking out of her father's traveling sack.

"Here, princess, have an apple - daddy is busy"

And the little gnome keeps chewing an apple while looking at the world with her big green eyes.

As she grows, her mixed ancestry shows off.

She is way taller than other gnomes. 4 feet tall! A giantess!

Thanks to that she easily wears armor crafted by gnomes and the swords are all light to her.

But there is some miscommunication since Astarion subconsciously believes his gnome daughter is a baby when she isn't.

She is short, but ferocious and gorgeous- and you know that at least five young gnomes (three girls and two boys) can't take their eyes off her.

Outsiders sometimes assume she is an elf though bigger palms and a weird shape of ears betray her true nature.

Sometimes Astarion misses the days when he could fit his daughter into a pocket or a bag because now she is an adult who fights monsters and dates humans (because she has daddy issues and a thing for tall men).

But he still can carry her around, placing her on his shoulder while she gets angry for "being treated like that".

She actually doesn't mind. There are not many people who dare pick her up.

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[bluegreen47]

Who I Think The Stitch's Tropical Turbulace Outfits Are Based On

I'm like 90% someone already did this, but let's do it anyway.

Grim/Mc

This first one is easy since Grim is wearing a shirt with Lilo's classic pattern on it. He also seems to be wearing glasses similar to what Stitch has worn on occasion.

Also, the MC seems to be wearing something similar to what Grim is wearing, so they might be wearing the same shirt.

Azul

Another easy one is Azul since he's obviously Stitch colored. No need to delve further.

Jack

This one is a bit harder, but I think Jack's outfit is based on Leroy since there are no other major characters that are mostly red with yellow accents. It is also interesting to note that the colors are the same as a shirt Jumba has worn.

Ace

Ace's outfit might be based on Ruben because of the yellow and white. I guess this is grasping at straws since Ruben just has yellow and lighter yellow, but I think it's similar enough. I also think that the orange/pink hibiscus on his shirt is reminiscent of Ruben's nose. Pleakley also fits the color scheme since he's slightly yellow and wears a mumu that's orange with a white pattern on it.

Riddle

Honestly I thought Riddle's outfit would be based off Nani, but she doesn't really wear white. This is the closest I could find and for her wearing blue with white. The only notable character to wear blue and white seems to be Jumba in this promotional image. He probably has the same color scheme as one of Stitch's cousins, but it wouldn't be any of the important ones. Honestly, he looks like a beach towel.

Floyd

Floyd's outfit might be based on Jumba. The pink and purple seem to be reminiscent of his skin and the the dark blue-green seems to match Jumba's tongue. Floyd's glasses are even pink like the skin around Jumba's eyes.

Lilia

At first, I thought Lilia would be based on something Pleakley wore because it would be fitting for the SSR cards to be based on Jumba and Pleakley. Pleakley is known to wear pink sometimes, but I think his outfit is based on Angel especially because of the image of her wearing sunglasses. She has the pink, blue, and purple to match the parrot on Lilia's shirt. Also, Lilia also asks if he looks cute in his outfit and Angel is one of the cuter experiments to base an outfit on. For some reason, Jumba yet again wears a shirt that kinda resembles Lilia's as well.

[guywrestlingaddiction]

Everything Great About a Match: Evan Sterling v Leroy Blaze (bgeast.com)

Everything Great About this Match: +7

Evan Sterling v Leroy Blaze (bgeast.com)

SPOILER ALERT: I highly recommend viewing this match in its entirety before reading this post.

So let's begin:  +1: The guys are hot and a point for their different body types.  Wrestlers come in all shapes and sizes and it's great how the muscular Eye-catching Evan is balanced by cut lithe Leroy.  

Leroy, built to stretch in any position. 

Evan, built bigger to stretch out and manhandle said opponent.

Now if you thought you knew how this match would go simply by looking at them, well then, you would be wrong.

+1: For an even match with each man knowing how to accentuate their strengths.  Evan is the big sexy brute powering his way to domination while Leroy is the equally sexy sprite, flinging his body around to great effect.  

Flipin for the counter attack and you got to hand it to Leroy, the man can move.

Evan simply pulls Leroy off the mat and tosses him around like he weighs next to nothing

Those huge, muscular thighs are no joke, just ask Leroy

+1: For all the ab bashes.  Evan looks like a towering heel, pounding against the razor thin Leroy.  But don't count Leroy out, the guy knows how to dish out the punishment and is the man when it comes to selling all this. Hell, this deserves a bonus point [+1]

+1: The guys get sweaty.  They definitely deserve a point for the all the effort they put into this match as the entire ring gets slick with sweat.  

+1: This nice guy match slowly evolves as these two become more desperate for the win.  Our two gentlemen begin by wrestling by the book to eventually pulling out all the stops in order to win.  

Wrestling Green Flag: Holding the ropes open for your date, I mean opponent. 

Well that changed quick! Evan: I don't care if you're on the ropes; You're mine!

Remember that shaking your opponents hand at the end is a sign of good sportsmanship; whether he's unconscious or not.  

+1: I love a hard fought match untill exhaustion and this is it.  The guys work hard and it shows not only in sweat but in that extra sense of effort that I just can't put my finger on.  Sure both men are wobbly and stumble around the ring towards the end but there's something in the final minutes of the match that makes me feel 'these guys wanted to win badly' and gave it there all.  Definitely deserves a point. 

The guys are running on fumes and it's only a matter of time before one man breaks.

------- Everything Great About this Match: +7

So there you have it. While relatively newish to the ring by bgeast standards, both men are quickly working their way up the gay wrestling stable to new heights.  It's perfect how they fought until they had nothing left and gave this match that extra something that makes gives gay wrestling so much heart and reminds me why I love this so much.  

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Parting Gifts

[One-shot]

John Brady x Female!Reader

John Brady cannot stand watching your oblivious Department Head make continued advances towards you while he is stuck on the bandstand performing at a concert. He expresses this displeasure to you with actions rather than words as soon as he is free to do so.

Warnings: Era-typical Sexism/Misogyny Alcohol Consumption, Unwanted Advances, Smoking/Tobacco, Inevitable Historical and Military Inaccuracies, Mature/Explicit Themes [softdom!Brady, possessive!Brady, fingering] - 18+ ONLY.

Author's Note: Really not a whole lot of plot here folks, mostly just the need for Brady to do unspeakable things...and play his saxophone. Special shoutout to @precious-little-scoundrel for the Brady brain rot and listening to me scream about him a lot lately.

Word Count: 2337

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Sioux City, Iowa - January, 1943

Leroy Anderson was going to get himself killed. Well, he would if it were possible for looks alone to kill a man, for the pure fury in John’s eyes as the frustratingly oblivious man approached you for the fifth time was unmistakable even though his cheeks inflated rather adorably as he continued to dutifully play his saxophone. You were honestly only in attendance to watch the performance of the 100th’s band, entertaining the local populace of Sioux City, Iowa in gratitude for tolerating their invasion earlier that month, and not interested in dancing with anyone other than their handsome saxophone-playing pilot Lieutenant John Brady.

You had been quite taken with John Brady since the moment you had laid your eyes on him late on January 2nd, lost in the streets of Sioux City with the address of a local tobacco shop clutched in his hand and a bewildered expression on his face. On your way from your job at the T.S. Martin Department Store to the apartment you shared with your close friend Fern Westcott, you had stopped to try and give him directions. When his eyebrows had crinkled helplessly in confusion, it had not taken long for you to decide to guide him there yourself, waiting patiently for him to make his purchase of rather fine pipe tobacco as he then insisted on escorting you home in turn. Never mind that he did not know the way and only ended up more lost on account of it.

What had followed had been a rather intense few weeks of courtship whenever he managed to escape the base, quickly learning his way around the city…and your skirts. The entire group was growing convinced they would be cleared for overseas duty any day now and your time with him was feeling precariously short, making the continued interruptions of your department head, whose advances you had been dodging for months now, all the more tedious.

Upon arrival at the dancehall, decked out with streamers in the blue and gold of the 8th Air Force and a huge banner that read ‘We’ll Miss You 100th’ you had selected a spot along the wall with a clear view of John. Fern had offered to check your winter coat and returned, briefly, with the tag before allowing herself to be swept off by one of the many handsome young men in attendance. She was a stunning blonde with green eyes and a bright laugh, fairly having to beat them off if she wanted a break – though it never seemed she did, happy to dance for hours. Meanwhile you could barely get through one song without being proposition by the nasal voice of Leroy, his shiny face inserting itself into your view. You did your utmost to remain polite and not turn him down too harshly.

“Oh maybe the next one.”

“Just enjoying my drink, thanks.”

“I’m still a little tired from work, Leroy, but thank you.”

“I’m sure Fern would love a dance with you, Leroy.”

“Almost ready, Leroy.”

You tried changing sides of the dancefloor, hiding behind other couples, nursing a drink. None of these tactics worked for very long. With each of his intrusions, you noted John’s lips growing tighter around the mouthpiece of his instrument, his grip turning his fingertips white, but he remained on the bandstand, dutifully playing out the set which, to your recollection, only had a few more songs. After the fifth rebuffed invitation, Fern mercifully intervened and pulled you out onto the dancefloor to join numerous other pairs of friends who were dancing with one another.

“You’re a lifesaver Fern…” You muttered gratefully and the pair of you tried not to laugh too loudly as you struggled to figure out who would lead.

“If that man wasn’t responsible for signing our timecards…”

You gave her a knowing huff, wishing more than anything you could firmly dismiss his advances, but to do so risked your position in the housewares department. “I put in for team lead with the mail order department since Artie left, we’ll see what happens.”

“Well we’d miss you dearly but for your sake I truly–”

Fern’s reply was cut off by the sharp tap on her shoulder by the fairly grinning Leroy, his gleeful expression making you shudder involuntarily. You had not even made it one song before he had found you amidst the sea of swaying humanity.

“May I cut in?”

To turn him down on the edge of the dancefloor was one thing, but people were already casting glances your way for the obstacle your trio was creating. If you were to refuse now it would truly qualify as making a scene, and that must be avoided at all costs.

“Certainly.” You summoned a polite smile and nodded reassuringly to Fern who immediately found another partner to whisk her away.

Keeping your arms stiff, you managed to maintain a generous amount of distance between your bodies, despite the insistent pressure of his hand on your lower back. The other hand that clung to yours was remarkably clammy and there was something sour on his breath. It took a great deal of strength to maintain a polite expression on your face as he clumsily led you through the last two songs of the set, his brassy blond hair plastered to his skull with an excessive amount of pomade as he leered at you triumphantly. You often wondered why a man like him, only a few years older than you and seemingly 1A, had yet to enlist or be drafted. If only.

You could not wrench yourself from Leroy’s arms fast enough as the band finished their final number with a flourish, flashing him a tight smile and wishing him a ‘goodnight’ before quickly making your way toward the front of the stage as the audience applauded the soldiers-turned-entertainers. It was not long before a uniform-clad arm was sliding around your waist.

“You did great, John” You rushed out brightly as you turned to look at him warmly, but he was already guiding you around the side of the stage, face still tight.

“Come help me with something, sweetheart.” His voice was taut, and his statement was not really a request, even though the words would normally have comprised one.

Chaos erupted in your abdomen, an erratic swooping in your stomach contrasting sharply with a newly familiar heaviness lower down, and all from just the tone of his voice. The promise it carried. You knew he was not annoyed with you, but the mood he was in was certainly one that usually held certain physical outcomes for you. Or at least it had the last time he had acted this way. Following without comment, John led you into the green room where all sorts of cases lay open, ready to store the band’s instruments once they returned.

So far it seemed he was the first to return here and the pair of you paused briefly for him to secure his saxophone before he resumed his progress toward a door at the back of the room which was revealed to be a small washroom. You were not afforded much time to take it in, however, as his mouth was promptly on yours while his free hand focused on closing and locking the door behind you once he had pulled you inside.

Gasping sharply, you gripped the lapels of his uniform jacket, tilting your head back to yield to his demanding kiss as he backed you against the edge of the counter, arm around your waist coiling tighter. Gripping your chin with his long fingers, he pulled back to look over your slightly dazed face with darkened eyes, pupils eclipsing his blue irises as he began to pluck at the front buttons of your dress. As he bared the skin of your collarbones and the tops of your breasts, his head bowed to possessively nip and hungrily suck along your flesh, leaving you to grasp at his shoulders, desperately seeking anchor whilst attempting to smother your noises of pleasure in the back of your throat.

Clenching your thighs together as your folds grew increasingly damp and desperate for attention, you bit your lip in a mixture of regret and anticipation as John’s eyes flicked up to meet yours, a teasing huff escaping from his nostrils across your damp skin as he had clearly caught the movement.

The hems of your dress and slip fluttered as his hands slid to skate up the backs of your thighs, his fingertips making you jump slightly as they met your skin, breath hitching in your throat as gooseflesh erupted in the wake of his touch. Reaching the waistband of your underwear, John peeled them from your body, sliding the fabric down your legs before gripping your hips to guide you to sit up on the countertop. Bending down to slip your underwear over one shoe and then the other, you opened your mouth to inquire what he intended to do with them only to be met with his tongue sliding along yours, erasing any and all thought from your mind.

Fingers sliding into the longer strands of his hair, the feeling of his palm cupping your weeping core had a needy whimper spilling into his mouth as you arched eagerly. Huffing in amusement for a second time, John pulled back to drink in your facial expression as he worked his fingers through your folds, collecting your growing slick on his fingertips before seeking the source of your pleasure. Circling your sensitive bud, yet maddeningly denying direct contact, you rocked your lower lip back and forth beneath your teeth in time to his movements, brows knit up plaintively, tiny whimpers slipping through despite your best efforts to keep quiet.

When, at last, he slid his finger across your clit, your hips surged toward his hand with such need that he pressed his lips to your nose fondly. “Feel good, sweetheart?”

“Uh huh!” You breathed enthusiastically, with a firm nod, earning repeated strokes exactly where you wanted them, making your toes curl in your shoes.

“Remember how good I make you feel when I’m gone.” He murmured and you panted, punctuating your eager nods with several soft keens of delight.

“I will, god, I will miss you so much.” You whispered, voice growing alarmingly loud as he began to slide his middle finger into your wet heat.

“I know, I know.” John soothed, pressing a quick kiss to your lips as he added his ring finger, beginning to work the long digits in and out of you in a way that had your eyelids fluttering shut. “Ah, eyes on me sweetheart.” He gently yet firmly gripped your jaw, angling your eyes to meet his as you quickly forced them open, and he smiled. “There’s my pretty girl.”

Abandoning his attentions on your clit, he began a demanding pace as he curled the ends of his fingers and worked them against a spongey spot deep inside you. Your jaw dropped open in a silent moan, hips fairly levitating from the counter as your fingers dug into his scalp. His thumb shifted from the side of your jaw to slide along your lower lip before coming to rest on your tongue. Reflexively, your lips wrapped around the digit, and you began to suck, shuddering at the way his nostrils flared in response, struggling mightily to keep your eyelids open and gaze meeting his.

Your eyes were growing glossy with need, his internal stimulation, while heavenly, just not quite enough to drive you over the edge to release. At last, John seemed to take pity, his thumb manipulating your clit in short, sharp circles that had your eyes rolling back into your skull no matter how hard you fought it as your orgasm pulled your entire body rigid before dropping you lax onto the countertop.

John pulled his thumb from your mouth with a faint ‘pop’ before leaning in to feather your face with tender kisses, gently pulling you up into his arms and rubbing your back as you rested against his chest. There was that alluring hardness in his trousers again, one that he had not let you act upon or explore to date, insisting that he only wanted to focus on pleasing you.

“So good for me, sweetheart. You did incredible.” He murmured once he finished licking his fingers clean.

“Mmmm…thank you, Johnny.” You murmured and turned your face to brush your lips across his jaw, resting against him until your body felt able to support itself once more, sitting up slowly.

“Really am going to miss you…” He muttered, brushing his knuckles across your cheek and you frowned, nodding in return.

“Not as much as I’m going to miss you. Oh! I got you a present it’s…in my coat.” Look down at the state of your dress and could only imagine the state of the rest of you. You really did want to give him the two tins of his favorite tobacco tied together with a ribbon though, particularly as there was an envelope slipped between them containing your photograph.

John smirked a little and stole a kiss. “I’ll fetch it for you, you wait here.”

You laughed ruefully and dug the ticket out of your dress pocket, sharing one last, lingering kiss before he stepped out into the green room. There were more voices out there, the rest of the band surely returned from the stage, and you slid onto slightly wobbly legs to lock the door behind him. Buttoning your dress back up, you turned to the mirror and gasped before frantically trying to sort out your hair and the lipstick smeared all around your lips.

Straightening your slip, you froze as you realized you had no idea where your underwear was. A glance around the miniscule space with just a toilet and the vanity revealed they were nowhere to be found. Perhaps John did not need another gift from you. It seemed he had already taken one.

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Nerdy Post-Script: While everyone thought the 100th would be cleared for overseas duty at the end of their training in Sioux City they were still considered unfit. The group was split up over multiple bases across the US for further training before their disastrous training flight to California in April 1943. It wasn't until an additional twenty days of intense remedial training in May 1943 that they were finally declared fit for overseas duty.

Read the sequel - Undone Before You

Masters of the Air Masterlist

[moonmeg]

Poor Vivian, it's not her fault that the Clawthornes must have orange hair from Micah xD. I hope she finds a good person... If she's not pretending to be good, of course.

Also, Does Leroi Novell also have green hair? Because I only know that he has blue eyes

(I don't speak English, sorry if something is wrong)

He does!

Those two shared a womb for 9 months but can't even be around the other for longer than 5 minutes now

[creatingblackcharacters]

Leroy Smith from Tekken!

He's a Wing Chun master who values justice and is dedicated towards liberating New York from gang violence. While he comes across as serious and disciplined, he has a softer side especially towards his dog Sugar.

Going back to his sense of justice, Leroy once defeated this man named Feng Wei. Leroy was disgusted by Feng's mindset to martial arts. With Feng being driven more by the pursuit of power and being ruthless, compared to Leroy's more justice and protecting the weak mindset. Leroy defeats Feng and drops this scathing line to Feng,

"You will never reach the height of true martial arts with that heartless technique of yours. You are unworthy of even being compared to your master."

There's also his relationship with Ling Xiaoyu where he acts as a sort of mentor figure to her and its absolutely cute.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S1nIB_-c_t0

(his arcade ending, also don't mind the fact that they can understand each other despite speaking different languages, that's just happens in Tekken)

Anyways, his design is sick as hell and he's super fun to play as!

"That just happens in Tekken" at this point I feel like a lot happens in Tekken because this line has been dropped many times about it 🤣

But also, LEROY!!!! look, I remember when his design dropped!! This is another one of those silver fox designs that just does it for me. The locs 😤 the beard 😤 The chains?? The overcoat?? Sir 😤😤

I wonder if they were influenced by Leroy Green from The Last Dragon , just because his style is Wing Chun, and the joke is that he's "Bruce Leroy".

[sootchild]

A bit of vent art. That I can't post on my other socials cause I am followed by some (ex) party members and I don't want to make them feel bad. This is my blog so I can run my mouth as I want.

RIP El and Beth. I ended up quitting the Pathfinder: War for the Crown game due to some player drama, in that I can't stand Varris' player continuously ruining the vibes of sessions. Frankly I stopped drawing session moments because of his antics. Which is a real shame when there was some just golden moments.

I had been incredibly involved in the campaign: multiple RP threads, drawings, complex and intriguing personal story lines. I left off with El and Beth looking on how to break the Summoner/Eidolon bond. Trying to resurrect El's ghost daughter, we had just found a Shinigami to help detangle her soul from her living little sister's, Phephie (Spiritualist class thing). El figuring out she is polyamorous and in love with a party member, while being engaged to just the sweetest barbarian man. Helping her best friend figure out how to take down her Hag mother. Meanwhile looming in the background is the threat of her very controlling parents, looking to force her into strategic marriages.

There was a lot going on, WHILE, helping to put the Princess on the throne!! So I am going to miss it and miss the rest of the group.

I saw this trend with him all the way back towards the end of Call of Cthulhu: Masks of Nyarlathotep like 2.5 years ago, then it got worse during Pulp Cthulhu and then snowballed with the first book of War for the Crown. I was planning on being quiet and make it through the campaign before talking with the group about not wanting to game with him.

But two sessions ago he pulled some real Leroy Jenkins bullshit cause he was bored, because he rarely pays attention, gets confused, and then does something disruptive in character. Cause it is just so quirky! So I told the DM that I was finally getting fed up, and he said he'd talk to him within the two weeks before the next session. Well he didn't so this last session was my LAST session. Cause he did the exact same things that drive me fuck'n nuts.

The party doesn't want to give him the boot without giving him a chance to change his behaviours, which fair. I don't begrudge them that but I also don't have to endure him. So here I am typing this up as a way to mourn one of my most favourite gaming groups.

So now I guess I'll hyper fixate on a different or new OC. Sky's the limit!

I mean I still have my Monday game and in September the Delta Green stream game I am in will start back up. So like this is some tiny violin stuff.

[ultralightpoe]

Pinky Promises - Prologue

Authors Note: The prologue to my story. Please enjoy! This story will update with 2 chapters every friday!

Word Count: 9,668

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Song of the Chapter : Bad Bad Leroy Brown

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The summer of 1973 is spent mostly alone, in his driveway with the basketball he got for his last birthday, pretending not to stare down the street at the witch’ house. 

It was the first rule his mother gave him whenever he played outside, the house at the end of the street was off limits. Under absolutely no circumstances as he was allowed to go near that house, let alone near the sidewalk in front of it. His mother often told him about the old woman that lived within it, how she ate the meat off of kids bones after sneaking them in. 

It gave him nightmares for months. 

And by the time he forgot about it he had overheard his mother telling her tuesday book club about the woman, talking about how she was an ‘alien bitch’ and Steve lost his mind. There was an actual alien living down the street, and he wanted to know where her UFO was. 

He saw the old woman here and there, she often limped around her front yard with her face scrunched in pain as she did her best to pull the hose around and water the plants. Whenever she spot his staring she would always wave her arms which would send him running back inside to the safety of his mothers arms. 

But no matter how scared he was of that house, he could not pull his eyes away from it. 

He was once again staring at that house the day everything changed. Sitting in the grass, sweaty and out of breath from playing basketball by himself, digging out the grass as he did nothing but stare and stare and stare. 

Maybe if he squinted enough he would be able to peer into her windows from this spot and see her intergalactic ufo hidden in her house. 

He stares hard enough that for a second he thinks he opened the garage with his mind, sitting up straighter in shock as the older woman comes into view, limping quite a bit as she walks to the driveway. 

She surveys the street with an excited smile, and when she spots him she once again pulls her hand up to wave, he doesn’t wave back. Too nervous that his mother might be watching from the windows. 

But then he hears brakes squeal like the school bus he usually rides and he turns to watch a large green moving truck slide down the street. The driver, whose left arm was sticking out the window, smiles at him and waves his hand easily. And Steve can’t stop himself from lifting his own hand, eyes wide as he waves back before the truck drives off and makes it to the house at the end of the street. 

He can’t tear his eyes away as the moving truck parks, the tall man hopping out smoothly and rushing over to the witch quickly. “Ma! What are you doing?!”

“Oh, don’t you start.” The woman laughs, letting him hug her gently before helping her shuffle to the porch as another car catches Steve's attention from down the street, his eyes following a red pickup truck blasting music as a blonde woman sings loudly to it. She doesn’t wave at Steve like the truck driver had, too busy leaning into whoever is in the passenger seat, still singing. 

And he can’t stop staring as the truck makes it to the same house and everyone starts hopping out. The blonde that had been driving and the passenger side door swings to reveal a short brunette in a yellow sundress hopping out and screaming happily. 

“NANA! NANA NANA!”

“Steven Harrington! Dinner in 30 minutes!” His mother snaps from the porch, pulling his attention away from the house finally, making him blink and nod. “You hear me? You better wash up before we eat. No dirt under your fingernails baby.”

She casts him a smile when he nods, making a kissy face before going back inside, leaving him by himself on the lawn of his house once more. This time there is a yellow blur dashing to him though. 

He barely stands, swiping the dirt from the back of his pants with wide eyes, as the young girl from the red truck comes bounding in. Her smile is wide, her cheeks red, and Steve can do nothing but blink. 

“Can we be friends?” She asks loudly, tripping up a little but keeping the pace as she finally hits the grass of his lawn and stops before him. “Do you live here? Can I see inside? Do you play basketball? Can we be friends?” 

“I have friends.” Steve blurts, feeling his cheeks heat up as he risks a look to his front door before looking back at her. “I have a lot of friends.”

It was a lie, the truth was Steve struggled to make friends, it was something his father often lectured him about.  Then he would yell at his mom about it, claiming she was babying him too much. 

“My mom says you can never have too many friends. Can we play basketball?”

“You know how to play basketball?”

“No. Can you teach me?” A minute passes, both of them blinking slowly before he shrugs. 

“I’m Steve.”

“I’m Olivia. But everyone calls me Ollie. We just moved in with my Nana. She lives down the street.” She points and turns to look at the house, and Steve takes a moment to take her all in. The bright yellow sundress and the sunflower headband paired with the yellow sandals. Her toes and fingernails were painted a nice pink, the very same his mother gets professionally painted on every week. 

“Is that Ballet pink?” He blurts, and she nods. 

“I want to be a ballerina when I grow up.”

“Steven Harrington. Get in here and wash up for dinner!” His mother calls and Steve feels an odd sinking in his stomach when he turns back to Olivia. 

“You wanna play tomorrow?” He asks, smiling from ear to ear when she nods before dashing up the street to where the taller guy in the plaid waits for her patiently with a large smile on his face. 

- 

Ollie caught on to basketball fast….. Well she caught on to trying to dribble the ball as fast as she could. But Steve didn’t mind, he found that he absolutely loved being around her all the time. 

She spent every day playing in his yard. They did everything from playing basketball to hunting for worms after a rainstorm, until his mom came rushing out to snatch him before he got a cold. 

Soon enough the girl that had just moved down the street became his best friend, and his favorite party was that she never seemed to care or judge him for anything. He broke an arm on one of her Barbie’s? Suddenly the game shifts to surgery. He accidently trips her during basketball and she hurts her knee? She drags him home to get some pity candy from her grandma. She catches his father screaming in his face? She acts like nothing happens but lets him pick the game that day. 

O llie seemed exceptionally talented at reading Steve like a book, every emotion and fear, and she seemed to know how to handle everything. 

“Some people are just natural with that, baby.” His mom tells him at dinner one night, pinching his cheek. She had some slow music playing from the kitchen that would not be allowed if his dad were in town, but when he was gone Steve found his mother was the happiest. He loved it for her. “And I quite like your little friend….. when she’s not tracking mud in…..” 

His mother liked his friend so much she took him to grab a gift for Ollie’s little brother, and even helped him wrap it in some bright paper the kid was sure to love. 

He carried that very gift in shaking hands the day of Wiley’s birthday dinner, casting a quick smile to his mom who waited at the end of the driveway to make sure he walked there safely before knocking on the door. 

There was no reason to be nervous, the Fraser family was as nice as they came, yet Steve couldn’t stop himself from shuffling around and trying to fix his hair in the way his father always wanted him to before the door swung open to reveal the tall man in the plaid shirt from that first day. Today he wore a nice clean button up. 

“Stevie! How ya doin’?” Philip Fraser greets, opening the screen door to him with a large smile. “Come on in. I was just about to throw some food on the grill. Ollie is upstairs.” 

The man pats him on the back happily, passing the  boy and giving his wife a quick kiss on the way out the back door as Charlotte Fraser shuffles close. 

“Stevie! How are you today sweetie? Is your mom coming for dinner?” She asks sweetly, the blonde hair swaying with her movements as she leans to grab the gift softly. 

“N-no. She has her book club.” He mutters quietly, swiping his sweaty palms on his slacks. “Are there more kids coming?” 

“Not today. Wiley is only turning 2 so he doesn’t have anyone to invite but Ollie wanted you to come.” Charlotte smiles and then sets his gift on the table to switch it out for a plate of mini sandwiches. “You want a snack?” 

“C-can I take one to Ollie?” 

“Of course.” And Steve didn’t understand why his spine loosened up at her easy smile, or why he felt so comfortable grabbing the sandwiches when he would never at his own house. 

He waited for her to scream at him as he dashed up the steps, telling him no food upstairs or he’ll be punished, but it never came and soon enough he was down the hall to the open door which he heard Ollie dancing around in. 

“STEVIE!” She yells, smiling widely as he offers her a sandwich. She pulls him into a heavy hug that has his cheeks warming before pulling back and grabbing the sandwich.  “Im so glad you came. Wiley is too. Isn’t that right Wye?” 

The two year old standing up in his crib giggles while trying to bounce on the mattress and Steve blinks slowly. “You share a room with your brother?” 

“Yeah silly.” Ollie laughs, moving to bounce on her bed after she finishes her mini sandwich. “Why not?” 

“Why don’t you have your own room?” 

“Because there are no more rooms. We live with nana cause she’s not feeling good but soon enough we’re gonna buy a house here and I’ll get my own room!” Ollie giggles. “But until then Wy and I have sleepovers!” 

Steve, for some unknown reason, feels an odd sense of jealousy creeping up. He had a large room by himself that always seemed so…. Empty. And yet here these two were giggling and bouncing in their shared room as close as ever. 

But the feeling doesn’t last, soon enough dinner starts and he is sat between Mr. Fraser and Ollie at the table, laughing loudly at all the jokes. Unlike his house they all seem to enjoy talking over each other with jokes, mocking each others silly moments. Music is played in the back and everything is just so warm. 

Mrs. Fraser makes sure all the kids plates are piled up with food before the adults and Mr. Fraser helps both him and Ollie cut into their steak. 

“Mrs. Fraser?” Steve asks after some silence, looking to the oldest one at the table, Ollie’s nana. She merely smiles widely and shakes her head. 

“Call me nana. And my last name is Rubin not Fraser sweetie.” She corrects softly, Steve feels his ears go pink. 

“Nana?” He tries again, sitting up straighter. “Do you eat kids?” 

Mr. Fraser spits some of his lemonade across the table from laughing so hard which sends baby Wiley into a fit of laughter as everyone blinks. 

“Breakfast, lunch and dinner. I gnaw on their bones when I find myself peckish. Ollie here is lucky to have survived this long.” Nana teases, reaching to pinch at Ollie which makes the girl laugh loudly and scoot closer to Steve for protection. 

“Don’t tell him that. You’ll scare him and Ollie won’t have a friend.” Mrs. Fraser laughs, swatting the older woman's arm lightly. 

It’s then that Steve notices the similarities. Ollie looks like charlotte. And Charlotte looks like Nana. Spitting images as his own father would say. 

So he peers at Mr. Fraser quickly. “Do you have any family?” 

“I do. I have a sister who lives on the edge of Hawkins with her….. guy.” He clears his throat and Steve narrows his eyes. 

“Guy?” 

“She has a son-“ Nana starts. 

“COUSIN EDDIE!” Ollie laughs. 

“Yes. Cousin Eddie. We just don’t go out to visit very often.” Mrs. Fraser finishes. “Now how about some dessert. Stevie brought Wye a present cause he’s so thoughtful!” 

The rest of the night follows that easy pattern, laughing and having fun. 

Steve is ashamed to admit he has never felt so welcome. 

- 

Nana had the best records as he would come to find out, and she always played them on rainy afternoons when Steve and Ollie weren’t allowed to play outside. She sat in her rocking chair, letting them both dance around the living room as she worked on her knitting, smiling softly as they both belted the lyrics. 

“BAD BAD LEROY BROWN!” Steve yells, slightly out of breath from all the jumping around, but as happy as ever as he spins with Ollie. 

The Fraser’s never yelled about noise, and it was often enough that the adults joined in on the noise just for some light fun. The first day Mr. Fraser, Flip as Steve learned he likes to be called, came home he had shut up instantly and sat on the floor to fast that Nana thought he was getting sick. 

He waited for Flip to come in and yell, maybe slap them for the noise, but the man nearly sang off key to the song and then asked what everyone wanted for dinner. 

Steve had no clue what to do after that. 

Now, after weeks with this family, he was so used to it he barely bat an eye when Flip came in and picked both him and Ollie up smoothly to carry them to the table. 

“Sit down dorks. Nana has to take her medicine with mom and I’m making dinner.” Flip huffs, flicking both of their ears before moving about the kitchen easily. “Would your mom like to join us tonight Stevie?” 

“She’s in Vegas with her friends.” Steve shrugs which makes Flip stop quickly. 

“I thought your dad was out of town?” 

“He is. Nevada for the next week.” 

“So…. Who is watching you bud?” Even though he kept his voice light everyone knew Flip was mad, the hands on his hips the indicator for it. 

“My mom made sure I had tv dinners for the weekend. I'm good on my own.” Steve shrugs, reaching to steal some cards from Ollie which has her groaning out and starting an argument. 

That night Charlotte tucks Steve in on the couch, making sure he is comfortable before shuffling down the stairs where Flip was doing laundry. Neither of them realized their voices traveled unfortunately. 

“Leavin a boy his age. Damn bastards.” Flip murmurs, slamming the lid to the wash machine. 

“We could call cps.” Lottie murmurs softly. 

“Cause they help with everythin’ else?! How many times have we called for Edward? They are useless and it would just start a big fight with the Harringtons.” He sighs back. “Not worth it. He can stay here when they are gone. I'm sure it doesn’t happen often.” 

Steve didn’t want to admit he was crying into the couch. 

And he didn’t bother to tell them how often it happens. 

- 

The rest of that summer followed the same pattern, dance sessions in their living room. Basketball, though Ollie still couldn’t quite get it. Worm hunting, which ended the second he put a worm in his mouth on her dare. 

They only got in trouble once, when they woke Wiley up from a nap due to a fight over a broken sandal. They were put in timeout for 10 minutes until they apologized to each other and to Wiley. 

Steve spent a lot of nights over at their house, and he knew that was a tense subject for Ollie’s parents but they never got mad at him. 

When school started Flip made sure to give him a ride since he went to the same school as Ollie, both of them buckled in the truck with the windows down as Flip played their favorite tracks over and over. 

“BAD BAD LEROY BROWN!” Ollie sings, in her iconic handmade yellow sundress. 

“The MEANEST MAN IN THE WHOLE DARN TOWN!” Steve sings back in his new outfit bought last week. 

Flip laughs at the two of them, and when he pulls up to the school he actually walks them to the door. 

“Alright. Get together and let me get a picture.” The two of them are quick to hug each other, smiling from ear to ear as Flip takes the picture before kissing both their heads and making sure they get into the school safely. 

When they are forced to split up at the middle hallway he feels Ollie squeeze the hand that had been holding his tightly and finds her crying. “What if I don’t make friends?” 

“You’ll make friends.” He soothes. 

“But i'll miss you.” She cries. 

“I’ll meet you here right after school okay? And we’ll play barbie surgery again. You’re my best friend.” 

“Promise?” 

“Pinky promise.” He smiles, holding his empty hand for her to link pinkies. “Right here. After school.” 

“Right here. After school.” She nods, and they split up. 

During his recess hour he sneaks back into the lunch room to give her a hug before heading back out, just to prove he could. 

And at the end of school they meet up right where they promised so Nana could drive them home, both talking each others ears off about school. 

- 

The year follows the same pattern, and when Steves birthday rolls around his entire class is invited but not Ollie. 

He hears his parents arguing about it one night, listening to them yell back and forth. 

“That’s his friend! He’ll be upset!” His mother. 

“He has friends in his class! I don’t want those freaks in my home!” His father. 

“Stop thinking about yourself and think about your son for once-“ there is a heavy sound of skin slapping against skin and a thunk that Steve recognizes all too well, making him stand up and dash to his own room before his dad catches him eavesdropping. 

As upset as he is he doesn’t ask for Ollie at his party, too afraid to get hit. 

The Fraser’s have a birthday dinner for him the next weekend. Nana makes her famous pudding and Ollie gives him a new basketball, one she painted herself for him. 

Although she is upset Ollie never brings up the party, he’s sure her parents told her not to. 

- 

Ollie’s birthday is close to Halloween so she throws a costume party every year. 

Her parents invite her class as well as him and Steve is nervous about the party. 

His mom shows up with him, and Charlotte does a good job of hiding her shock when his mom tells them she will be staying. And everyone but Nana does a good job of pretending there isn’t a bruise on his moms cheek. 

The backyard is crowded with goblins and ghouls and at first Steve feels lame in his pirate costume before Ollie shows him her detective costume and they rush to play Barbie’s in her room with the party downstairs. Wiley does a good job of not swallowing anything and Nana doesn’t snitch when she finds them hiding from the party. 

- 

Things follow that same pattern. 

Summer passes again, and the family learns that Wiley hates firecrackers more than life itself when they throw him a Fourth of July birthday party since his birthday is on the 3rd. 

The school year starts again and Flip gives them rides. 

Ollie remains his best friend throughout it all. 

  Nana gets really sick the beginning of his 6th grade year and Ollie’s 5th grade. And though they all try to play happy Steve knows the family is upset. 

The first day of school he walks to their house, just as he does every year, in the newest outfit his mother bought him. 

Ollie wears a homemade sundress, just like every year before that, this one purple with polka dots. And Wiley is dressed in his own handmade outfit. 

Both are posing for pictures together, Wiley complaining about being late for 2nd grade loudly until Steve shows up and he is thrown into the pictures too. 

When nana comes out to wish them off she kisses all their heads, including Steves. 

Flip makes sure they all get in the building and all three of them hold hands until that damned hallway. 

“Here. After school. Just like every other year.” Steve smiles, holding out his pinkie. 

Ollie links them, leaning forward to kiss his cheek. “Promise.” 

He then holds his pinky out for Wiley, who links it slowly. “And you’re gonna make friends this year. I know it Wye.” 

They split up after that. At lunch Steve isn’t able to sneak off to see Ollie since her lunch hour isn’t until later. But he does see Wiley sitting by himself at the park during recess, rushing to say hi to the boy before his teacher catches him. 

That afternoon they meet up, Wiley silent as ever. And when they see that Charlotte is there to pick them up instead of Nana, Steve just knows that things are gonna be different. 

- 

It’s halfway through that year that Nana ends up hospitalized. It was a rough night for the Fraser’s. 

Nana had been a little nauseous at dinner and had gone to bed early, kissing everyone goodnight. 

And after Lottie had tucked everyone in, Steve on the couch since his own parents were on their anniversary trip, she went to check on her mom once more before bed. 

The scream that followed scared Steve so much that he was sobbing before he even knew what was going on. Ollie and Wiley came rushing down the stairs to cry with him on the couch as Flip called 911 and soon enough Nana was being rushed out by the paramedics. 

They were all in their pajamas in the waiting room of the hospital. Wiley sitting in Charlottes lap sleeping while Flip sat in between Steve and Ollie so they could both lay their heads on his shoulders to try and sleep. 

It isn’t until 3am when the nurse comes out. 

“She just woke up if your family wants to go say hi. She’ll be a little out of it and you won’t have long because we have to get her in a room.” She explains. “Family only.” 

So the Fraser’s all shuffle up, Charlotte passing Wiley to Flip so he could carry him as she grabs Ollie’s hand. Steve stays on the chair, watching them all way away until Ollie turns around. “Stevie? Come on.” 

He has never moved faster in his life. 

Nana hums lightly as they all kiss her cheek, seeming content. 

“Is she dying?” Wiley sobs on the car ride home. 

“No baby.” Charlotte answers, turning around to rub his cheek. “She’s just sick. She needs to start chemo is all.” 

The tears in her own eyes tell Steve enough. 

For the rest of the week the Fraser’s are pulled out of school since they were carting back and forth from the hospital. 

Steve takes the bus since Flip can’t give him a ride and he walks home. 

- 

His dad hits him in the summer between 6th grade and 7th grade. 

With Nana back home the Fraser’s were on a new schedule to make sure she made it to chemo every week. Which meant Steve was left home on Wednesdays much to his father’s disappointment. 

On this Wednesday his father had tripped over a shoe by the front door that Steve had left there in his rush to get in the shower, and it was met with screaming and slamming. 

His first instinct was to shut his door and wait it out, his father had moods like this a lot and this was the best thing to do. Stay out of the way. Mom will calm him down when she gets home from the store. 

It isn’t until he hears the feet stomping up the stairs that he knows this time is going to be different, his throat tightening up as his hands begin to shake. 

The second the door slams open he is already crying, yelling out an “I’M SORRY!” As his father lifts the shoe over his head and slams it on Steves cheek, the boy curling in a ball as hit after hit comes. 

He screams for Flip, and he screams for Ollie when his father kicks his stomach. When his dad storms out and slams the door Steve crawls under his bed and cries for Charlotte and Nana, wanting nothing more than to be sitting with them. 

He wanted to be with Ollie and Wiley. 

Anywhere but here. 

His mom cries when she sees Steve's bruised and swollen cheek, excusing herself from the room immediately and leaving Steve to suffer through a silent dinner with his father, afraid of every sound he made. The cutlery is too loud against the plate, not chewing quiet enough. Maybe he ate too much and his father would get mad, or maybe is he didn’t clean the plate his dad would get mad about the waste. 

The next day he is embarrassed when Ollie comes over to play. She dashes to him with a large smile that falls the second she sees his face. 

“Stevie-“ 

“I can’t play today.” He mutters, not wanting to move his lip too much. 

“Are you okay-“ 

“I can’t play today, Ollie. Go away.” He snaps, turning to make sure his dad can’t see her. “Seriously. Fuck off.” 

He had never cussed before, and he was terrified to do it in the first place. His palms were sweating and stomach sinking as he said it. 

Ollie’s eyes widened at his language before she nods, leaning forward to kiss his cheek and then dashing up the street before his dad saw her.

- 

The first day of school that year was a bit weird, mostly because Steve didn’t really know if he should wait for the bus or go with the Fraser’s. 

He would be in middle school now while Ollie still had another year at the elementary school so rides weren’t really going to be given but he had never missed a first day since they moved in. His questions were answered when Flip whistles loudly down the street and waves his hand to call him over. 

Pictures were taken, Wiley complaining, this time with a heavy stutter that made Steve's stomach sink at the thought of what the other kids were going to say to him. 

Charlotte kisses their heads as she passes, Nana doing the same before they are heading off to the older woman’s doctors appointment and Flip ushered everyone in his truck. 

Now that they were older it was a bit of a tighter fit, all of them laughing as they teased eachother. 

“Why’d you grow so much Harrington? Your elbow is digging into my side.” Flip teases. 

“Only cause Ollie is taking up all the space….. with her EGO.” Steve jokes back which makes the girl gasp. 

“No! It’s Wiley! I swear!” 

And when the laughing subsides Flip puts on the track of favorites he always used to play the first year they moved in. And once again everyone was singing the same old classic lyrics. 

Bad bad Leroy brown. 

When he pulls up to the elementary school Ollie holds out her pinky. 

“See you later?” 

“Promise.” Steve smiles, linking pinkies. 

“After school?” 

“I have basketball tryouts. Dinner?” 

“Deal.” She waits for Wiley to hop out before jumping out herself and fixing her homemade dress, kissing the air for her dad as Wiley turns and stutters out a “by-bye ste-eve.” 

Steve smiles and says bye and the two hold hands into the school as Flip takes Steve to his new school. 

“You don’t have to take me.” He mutters, feeling guilty. “I know it’ll make you late for work.” 

“Nah. I already told my boss I had to change my clock in time for ya. Can't leave Stevie behind.” Flip laughs, shrugging like it was no big deal. 

But it was a big deal, and Steve didn’t know how to tell him that. So when Flip pulled up to the school and smiles at him the boy merely smiles back and mutters out a quick “thank you.” 

But before he closes the door he turns and makes eye contact. “You’re the best.” 

Flips' smile eases all of Steves anxiety as he makes his way into the new school, missing Ollie. 

- 

Steve makes the basketball team since the word tryouts in middle school is very very very loose. It’s more of a “you showed up. Great. Let’s play” but he still brags to his dad that he made it. 

“Good. You might actually be worth a damn at something.” His dad scoffs. His mother kisses his face with an excited smile and talks about going out and buying him new tennis shoes to play in. 

When his dad goes out of town for his birthday he’s a little upset, until his mom reminds him that Ollie can come to the party so he makes sure everything is perfect. 

When she gets there he introduces her to all his friends, Tommy H and Kyle S both make snippy comments and drag Steve away. 

The party is a little awkward and he knows Ollie struggles to make friends with the older kids. 

Charlotte calls her in early, a tense look on her face as she wishes Steve a happy birthday and tells him they left his gift on the table, she keeps a hand on Ollie’s shoulder as they leave. 

Later that night he hears his mom in the dining room gossiping with her friends over wine. “Did you see that ratty dress? Oh my god. That poor girl walks around in those things all the time. Her mom thinks she can sew.” 

“And the way Charlotte kept talking to you. What a tramp. Got pregnant right out of highschool and acts like we would forget it.” 

Steve rushes up the stairs for an early bedtime. 

He never thanks Charlotte or Ollie for coming. 

- 

He meets ‘Cousin Eddie’ after school in the middle of the year. 

The boy has a buzzcut and a very large bruise on his face that has other kids whispering as they pass. He keeps his eyes casted away and his hands in his jacket. 

Steve would have avoided him if his basketball hadn’t rolled right up to him, the other kid bending slowly to pick it up like it hurt to do so. 

“Sorry man.” Steve mutters, coming to grab the ball. “Nice jacket.” 

And for a second the snippy remark surprises him, he never thought he would say something like that so easily. The kid in front of him blinks slowly, his eyes widening as he blushes heavily. To his credit he didn’t look down at the jacket. 

Truth was it was a crap jacket, there were too many holes and a stain on the front that looks purple. But since the jacket was green Steve knew that it was a giant blood stain. 

“You’re new right. In 8th grade?” Steve starts again, feeling a little guilty about his comment. 

“Y….. yeah.” The kid nods. 

Before Steve can respond a laugh is heard from the side, turning to see Tommy H walking up. “What happened to your face?!” 

“My dad.” He answers truthfully, shrugging like it didn’t matter. That makes Steves stomach tighten. 

“Well mommy should have bought you some makeup to cover it up freak.” Tommy sneers, bumping his elbow against Steve which is cue for laughter, against his better judgment Steve laughs too. 

They walk away after that, leaving the kid waiting on the sidewalk again. 

Later that evening Steve goes up the street and knocks on the door. It’s nana that opens it. 

“Stevie. Come on in.” She smiles, and all her movements are slow as she opens the door, letting him in. “Ollie’s down in her room.” 

So he gives Nana a kiss on the cheek before heading downstairs where they set up Ollie’s room over the summer. She has paint in her hair when he gets there, and he takes a second to look at what she’s painting. 

“What. Is. That?”  He laughs and soon enough she is proudly showing him the painting. 

“Bob ross silly! Nana got me his paint set. Isn’t it pretty?” 

It was. Not that Steve was shocked since Ollie always had a talent with art. 

“Where are your mom and dad?” 

“Mom stayed late at work for more hours. Dad is over picking up my cousin for dinner tonight.” She explains, watching as he falls onto her bed before going back to the painting. 

“Your cousin?” 

“Yeah. My aunt just passed in an accident. And things got pretty bad with his dad so his dads brother is taking him in.” She shrugs. “Just while Uncle Allen is gone.” 

“Where’s he gone to?” 

“Prison. Child abuse.” 

“I didn’t know your aunt died.” Steve blurts, blinking. 

“We had her funeral last week.” Ollie mutters, focusing on a tree. And they continue to hang out in comfortable silence before Flip gets home and starts dinner. 

By the time he calls down the stairs Ollie is dragging Steve up, meeting Wiley halfway to give him a fist bump before making their way to the table. 

Ollie hugs the new guest tightly, followed by Wiley and when both siblings pull away Steve can only blink. 

Cousin Eddie, Eddie , was the new kid from earlier. 

They blink at each other, both blushing heavily. Eddie from embarrassment and Steve from guilt. 

Charlotte makes them sit and eat. 

Both are silent during dinner. 

- 

Eddie, unfortunately, became a constant. 

A constant at school, the 8th grader being teased by ALL of Steves friends and though Steve never did any of the teasing he never did anything to stop it. 

And that always left him feeling guilty because Eddie was also a constant at home too. 

Ollie’s cousin made weekly appearances, once a week he would hang out with the Fraser’s. Eat dinner with them and hang out with his cousins. 

It’s not like Steve minded this, he was just always a little aggravated. He never really got to hang out with them anymore, between basketball and his new friends he found that he saw less and less of his best friend so when he did get to hang out he didn’t really want Eddie ruining it. 

Not to mention he didn’t want Eddie telling Ollie about his behavior. It was an embarrassing fact. 

Like today, during lunch Steve had cackled loudly when someone tripped Eddie, and he hadn’t thought much of it until he made it to the Fraser’s home where Eddie and Ollie were both at the table drawing while Wiley was on the couch reading. 

“What’s up?” Steve asks, feeling uncomfortable at the fact that no one greeted him. Did Eddie tell? Was Ollie mad? 

“Nana is at the hospital.” Ollie sighs, not looking up from her sketch. “Mom and dad with her.” 

And suddenly it makes sense, so Steve sits at the table, making eye contact with Eddie before quickly looking away to grab a paper and sketch with them both. 

Feeling nothing but guilt.

- 

He breaks his first sin a week before summer starts, and is left reeling. 

He had always been a….. bystander to Eddie’s bullying, now he was more. The second the words left his mouth he knew there was no going back. 

It starts in the hallway, Steve and Tommy on their way to class as Eddie digs around his locker. 

“Look at that mess.” Tommy scoffs, stopping the group from walking and looking to Eddie’s locker. “Clean your room freak.” 

Eddie looks over, confused as Tommy blinks. “You are living in the locker aren’t you? Homeless and stuff.” 

The friends around them “ooo” and “ohhhhhh” but Eddie seems to blink before standing straighter. 

“You know your mom sticks her tits out for the guy at the deli counter to get a discount?” And just like that everything turns, because Eddie Munson had snapped back. Everyone gasps and laughs and Tommy whirls to Steve with a mad look. 

“The fuck you say freak?” Tommy snaps and Eddie shrugs, casting a look to Steve. 

“Tell Ollie I say hello.” And Steve gets the threat laced in his words, his spine tensing and his fists clenching. 

“Funny you should talk about Tommy’s mom when yours wrapped her car around a tree.” 

Low. Blow. 

Eddie slams his locker, turning quickly and Steve is sure he’s about to get decked before Eddie blinks and walks down the hall without another word, everyone laughing. 

And Steve knows that he’s made the wrong choice. 

- 

Eddie stops hanging out after that, in fact Ollie stops talking about her cousin all together and there’s a put off look in her eyes whenever he is brought up. 

Steve asks one day, trying to seem casual as he pretends to do homework, “what’s going on with your cousin?” 

Ollie doesn’t look at him when she answers. “He actually….. uh…..well he asked me not to talk to you about him.” 

“Oh.” Was all Steve could say. “But we’re best friends. You tell me everything. We tell eachother everything.”

“Then maybe you’ll tell me why he asked that.” Ollie states, finally looking at him. 

Steve doesn’t answer, but they both knew. 

- 

His dad sends him to basketball camp that summer, for 3 weeks. When he gets back the Fraser’s go on vacation and don’t get back until the last day of summer. 

When the first day rolls around there is something different in the air. 

Maybe it’s the fact that Wiley doesn’t talk at all, too scared of the speech impediment. Maybe it’s the way Flip seems a bit off, not really smiling all that much, lost in the grief of his little sister being gone. Or Charlotte staring at her own mom who was too tired to leave the porch. 

But nonetheless the three kids pose for a picture, smiling as much as they can. 

And when Flip drops Wiley off the kid doesn’t say anything, he just tries a smile and heads in. Flip makes sure he makes it in the doors before heading to the middle school. 

“Have a good day.” He tries to smile, but it doesn’t hit the way it normally does. And when they make it to the doors Steve sees Tommy and the others waiting for him so he merely waved at Ollie before walking away. No pinky promise. 

-

She joins the art club, and somehow manages to stay out of direct fire of Tommy and the rest. 

Basketball takes all his time, and now that Ollie is in another club that meets on different days they rarely hang out. 

But it’s fine, he tells himself. It’ll go back to normal soon. 

- 

That summer Eddie is sent to juvenile detention camp, having been caught with weed, and Steve gets to hang out with Ollie all summer. 

No guilt, no basketball crap since Tommy is on a cruise with his parents. Just like how things used to be. 

They spend afternoons on the back porch with Nana, painting and hanging out under the shade and sun. Wiley joins them after his speech therapy and they all laugh and giggle like they used to. 

Ollie breaks her toes over a sprinkler head during a water fight one day, which makes everyone laugh in the hospital room when they see the x-rays and they start calling her ‘pirate’ since the boot they gave her clunks around like a peg leg. 

Steve spends the night on their couch when his parents are gone, which at this point is every other day. 

During a bad week with his dad he takes a pretty good beating over a snappy comment and Ollie cleans up the cut in his cheek, using a coke cam from her fridge to press against the swelling as they sat huddled together by the very same fridge to fight the heat. 

“It’s just the heat wave.” Steve lies. “He’s cranky cause of it.” 

“Yeah.” She lies back, pressing the cold can to the blistered lip for a second. “Just the heat wave.” 

He liked that she let him lie in that moment, he liked that he knew she wasn’t judging him for needing to lie either. 

- 

The first day of his Freshman year Steve is once again decked out in new clothes from the nicest store, his mother kisses his cheek on the way out and reminds him about basketball tryouts. 

He doesn’t go to to the Fraser house, since the car taking him to school had already pulled up, and he misses the way Nana waves at the end of the driveway. 

-

He manages to convince his mom not to throw a themed birthday party that year, already knowing his friends would make fun of him for it. She settles on a pool party and lets him invite whoever he wants. 

“Dads not gonna be in town.” She reminds him. “How about Ollie?” 

“We’re used to doing the weekend after, already.” He lies. “Why change plans? It didn’t work last time.” 

She laughs at the memory and heads off to find something to do as he suffers in his own guilt. 

The party is fun, fun enough that he forgets about Ollie for a few hours. 

And when the next weekend rolls around and the phone rings he is surprised to find that an upperclassman had dialed him asking to bring friends over. 

His mother, having left early that morning for vegas, left the house to him and before he knew it there was a high schooler in every surface of the home. The pool party was packed. 

“Someone’s at the door for you.” Carol giggles, rolling her eyes. “Some girl in a sundress.” 

And he already knows Ollie is at the door, excitement and dread filling him in one go. 

When he opens the door he sees an excited grin break across her face. “Stevie! Hey!” 

“Hey, Ollie.” He grunts, shutting the front door behind him quickly. “It’s just Steve.”

“Right. Sorry. Steve.” She nods, blushing a bit before holding out a bowl with a lid. “Nanas favorite pudding.” 

“Oh. Thank you.” He tries to smile. “I could have gotten it after dinner-“ 

“It’s already 6 and nana went to bed.” Ollie shrugs. “Not feeling well. We ate already….. I tried to call.” 

“Sorry. Guess the party is a bit carried away.” He tries to laugh before clearing his throat. “What’s that?” 

She blinks before looking down to the painting leaning against her calf, covered in a sheet. “Oh. I painted your birthday gift this year. If that’s okay?” 

“Of course.” He smiles, a genuine one this time. “Let’s see it.” 

And she smiles back, lifting the canvas and showing him the oil painting. It was a bob ross painting, except she ended up adding two smaller figures that looked like them walking along the lakes edge. They were insanely detailed. 

“This is amazing Ollie.” He sighs, holding it. 

“It’s nothing. I…,  I gotta go.” She mumbles, stepping away from the porch with a small wave. “Goodnight.” 

“You’re leaving?” 

“I have a curfew.” She shrugs, walking off quickly. 

He sets the painting and pudding down on the counter. By the time he wakes up in the morning he sees that the pudding had been eaten with the bowl shattered in his living room.  

It takes him a bit to find the painting, finding it outside broken in half. 

He only has half of it, torn and splintered, but never finds the second half. 

Guilt gnaws at him as he hides his half of it in the closet. 

- 

He tries to call on October 13th, her birthday, but the phone rings and rings and rings. He waits, foot tapping impatiently before his coach yells for him to get his ass to practice. Then after practice he tries calling again, this time someone picks up. 

“H-hel-hello?” 

“Wiley, hey it’s Steve. Is your sister around?” He mumbles out, stomach clenching at the kids stutter that he tries to ignore. There is shuffling, sound of footsteps on the stairs before the phone is picked up again. 

“This is Via.” She mumbles into the phone. 

“Via? When did you start going by Via?” Steve teases, something tightened in his chest that he couldn’t quite explain. “I just called to say happy birthday.” 

“Thanks Steve. I gotta go.” She mutters before the line goes dead, leaving Steve standing in the school hallway with a tight pain in his chest and no one in sight. 

- 

He takes her gift to her the weekend after the call, it’s some weird paint set thing he saw at the store, and just like the very first time he carried a gift over to the house his palms are sweaty. 

When he gets there he is taken aback, because on the porch there is a brunette with long hair that reaches her lower back watching him walk up with narrowed eyes. 

“Hello?” He calls, reaching the porch. 

“Hello?” She parrots, a hiss to her tone. 

The door freaks open and the screen door budges after that, Ollie comes out a little too focused on carrying a pizza box and not spilling the two drinks she was carrying on top of it. The brunette dashes to help, grabbing the drinks and shuffling back to the haven of blankets they had set on the porch. 

“Ollie, hey.” Steve clears his throat, catching her attention finally. “I just brought over your birthday gift.” 

“Oh, thanks.” She attempts a smile, and he attempts to ignore that painful feeling in his chest as her tear streaked face. 

“Have you been crying? What happened?” He asks quickly, stepping closer. She steps back, keeping the pizza box between them. 

“Nothing. I’m good.” Ollie shrugs. “Cece and I are having a girls night though. So-“ 

“Are your parents home?” 

“No. With nan at the hospital-“ 

“Is she okay?” 

“Eddie is on his way Steve. You should go.” 

“I thought it was a girls night?” He didn’t know why he was doing this, but that feeling in his chest was growing tighter and tighter, panic clawing up his throat. 

“You gonna mock him for that too?” It’s Ollie’s new friend Cece that sneers it, and Steve blinks at her. “Like your friends mock Via at school?” 

“People are making fun of you?” Steve mumbles, sounding completely gutted which isn’t far off from how he was feeling. 

“Goodnight Steve.” Ollie sighs, dismissing him. 

“Goodnight.” Steve mumbles back, setting his gift on the edge of the porch and moving to walk away. The screen door opens one more time and he turns to see Wiley coming out carrying two more cups full of orange soda, smiling as he shuffles to the blankets. Cece smiles and scoots over to welcome him in as a van parks in front of the house, the driver hopping out in a sleek leather jacket that Steve has to blink at before he recognizes Eddie. 

He doesn’t turn back after that, merely rubs his chest as he heads home. 

-

That summer is….. an odd one. 

His dad takes a pretty good swing at him the first day, popping him in the cheek hard enough to send him falling to the floor of the kitchen. His mom cries out, having to excuse herself because she didn’t want to cry in front of him and his dad storms out soon after. 

He goes to the only place he could think, Ollie’s house, tears clogging his eyesight. She sits with him on the kitchen floor once more, this time a pack of peas on his cheek as he tries to catch his breath. He holds her hand, the only thing really helping, and she murmurs soft words to try and get him to calm down. 

She calls it a panic attack 40 minutes later when he’s calmer and the peas are melted. 

He asks where her family is and she shrugs and says “out.” 

She lets him sleep on the couch that day. 

He wakes up a couple hours later to Flip smiling at him, mumbling something about “long time no see stranger.” 

And he is brought to the dinner table where he sits my Wiley with Charlotte across from her younger son and Flip by her at the end of the table. The other end of the table stays empty, but the plate is still set up for Nana. And Ollie’s seat across from him is covered in dried paint but she’s nowhere in sight. 

“She and her friend Cece are over there. It’s there only night Ceces mom is off work so Ollie….via likes going over there.” Flip smiles, catching the half glare Charlotte sends him when he nearly calls her Ollie. 

Wiley sends him an amused glance and Steve smiles in excitement at the fact that the boy did so, and he eats dinner with half the Fraser family for the first time in forever. 

-

The first day of his sophomore year Steve Harrington drives to school, picking up Tommy and his new girlfriend Carol on the way. They play music on the radio, Carol laughing at how cheesy the songs are as Tommy yells loudly at every car they pass on the way there. 

They take up their usual spot at the lunch table outside the front doors, summoning their friends and bothering people they don’t like. 

Eddie Munson passes, glaring at Tommy enough to have the shorter haired boy stand down for once as he walks in. The second the doors shut behind him the group all turns to each other to snicker about him though. 

Cowards, Steve thinks to himself. Blinking slowly when he realizes he is a coward as well. 

“Hey Nancy, Hey Barbara.” Carol coos as the two girls pass, the obvious mockery in her voice making the girls blanche and rush to the doors quickly. 

“You both realize that we do want at least…. Some friends. Right?” Steve laughs, tossing a raisin at Tommy. 

“Not a lot to pick from here. Aw look here. This one has her daddy pull up front.” Carol sneers, and Steve looks up just in time to see Ollie hop from the truck, giving her dad a smile before closing the door. He nods once before driving off and Ollie walks up the path in a shirt and skirt outfit. 

The skirt goes past her knees, and though Steve saw what the vision for the outfit was he knew Carol would only see one thing. “What are you? A Mormon freak?” 

Ollie doesn’t bother looking up, she merely walks past and meets with the brunette at the side of the door who wears a short skirt and a wide smile. 

“Oh I see. The slut and the Mormon. Cute couple.” Tommy calls after them making kissy sounds that have the brunette, Cece, rolling her eyes and dragging Ollie inside. 

Steve drags his eyes away, blinking slowly as reality hits. This was going to be a long year. 

- 

After a pretty good fight with his dad Steve finds himself sitting on the Fraser porch, bleeding from his eyebrow and lip and not really knowing what to do. 

There were no cars in the driveway, so there truly was no point in being here, no one’s home. Or at least that’s what he thought, because before he knows it the door is opening slowly and drawing his attention. 

For a second he thinks it’s Ollie and he struggles to find a proper excuse as to why he is here, since he is sure he wouldn’t be welcome after the way his friends have treated her. 

But then he sees Nana, looking sick and tired, but she smiles when she sees him. “Stevie? Come on in.” 

“I can’t stay.” He lies, eyes welling with tears. 

“Oh come on Stevie. I just made some tea.” And with that he shuffles in after her, keeping an arm out to help her across the floor, making sure she doesn't fall. She limps quite a bit, grunting under her breath from the pain, but tries not to show it as she makes it to her sitting chair and slides into it. 

He sits on the couch, watching her closely as she watches him. 

“I should have grabbed you some ice. Hold on Stevie….” When she goes to get back up he is quick to stand and shake his own head, going to grab something himself before she can. 

“I made you something for your birthday.” She mumbles when he gets back, leaning by her chair to grab it and toss it over to him. The green fabric is soft in his hands and he spreads it between his fingers to admire the sweater, something tight pulling in his chest as he merely just looks at it. 

“You knit this?” He asks in amazement, moving to put it on immediately. 

“I have a lot of time with the chemo.” She hums, closing her eyes quickly and gripping the sides of her chair. 

“Are you okay?”

“Yes. Just nauseous.” Nana hums again, breathing in. “Tell me what you have been up to, distract an old lady.”

So he spends the rest of the day telling her about everything, and asks as many questions as possible and he makes her lunch. When he leaves in the afternoon she walks him to the door and kisses his forehead. 

“You take care, okay?”

“Will do.”

“And you take care of my Ollie too.” And shame coats him the entire way home. 

- 

The pool party was a terrible idea, this much Steve knew as he stumbled his way across his living room.  With his parents gone for the week, pretending to be celebrating their anniversary together, Steve told his friends at school that the house would be all his. And so kicked off the first event of summer, everyone had shown up with bottles of liquor and bags of chips. 

And now, with it being late in the afternoon, all Steve wanted to do was sleep. 

“Steve!” Someone calls, laughing as a body is thrown into his. He only registers it as Tommy when the bad breath hits his nose. “The mormon freak is outside your house!”

What? What Mormon freak?

He must ask as much because Tommy is shoving him to the door with a cackle. He stumbles at the door, using the frame to catch himself as Ollie comes into view, tears streaming down her face while Steve blinks. 

His first reaction is to push forward and grab her, but then he realizes that all his friends are behind him and that is not an option. It would ruin everything, his reputation would be the first to go. 

“Are you crying?” He slurs, trying to blink away the dizziness. 

“I….” Ollie starts, stopping short when Tommy cackles from behind Steve. 

“Dude, what is she wearing? A potato sack?” He jokes and the group that had built up all laughs as well, he watches Ollie cast her eyes around and come to terms with the fact that they had an audience. 

She doesn’t say anything, instead she turns quickly and runs off. 

- 

He spends the next week debating if he had imagined that whole thing. 

He spends the days deep cleaning the house before his parents get back, trying not to gag with every pile of mysterious fluid he mops up. And once he is sure that his father would walk in without any suspicion of what went down he finally relaxes and takes a breath. 

And for the first time in a week he walks outside, taking in a breath of fresh air as she shuffles to sit on his lawn just as he used to growing up, bathing in the heat of the sun as he relaxes. That is until the sound of a truck pulls his attention from down the street, making him snap his head to the house he knew too well. The house he had all but grown up in. 

The moving truck was yellow this time, the same color of Ollies dress the day they moved in. 

Steve watches, picking himself up quickly as the Fraser family piles into the trucks. Flip gets into the moving truck, wearing an old flannel and a sad look. Wiley struggles to hop into the passenger side but manages all the same. 

They start up the truck and without another second start heading down the street, and Steve watches from the sidewalk as Wiley waves out the window slowly. Steve waves back. 

The red truck follows with Charlotte in the driver seat. Her cheeks are red and puffy and she plays no music for the drive out, she lifts a single hand to Steve. 

Nanas blue car follows next, Ollie driving it. 

She does not wave. 

{ Next Chapter }

[special-agent-sass]

Running Back To You

Smut

Y/N revved the engine of her blue 1969 Dodge Challenger and floored the gas pedal, speeding down the open Montana highway. The powerful V8 Hemi roared as the landscape blurred past in a mix of browns, greens, and blues. This was her happy place, just her and the road.

It had been a year since she left DC, since she left him. After their blowout fight, she just couldn't stay there anymore, not with Gibbs. The tension between them had been building for months, both at work and in their secret relationship. She was too wild, too reckless for the stoic Marine. He wanted to tame her, and she refused to be caged.

So she came back home, back to Big Sky country where the wide open spaces matched the freedom in her soul. She started over, opened her own shop just like she always dreamed. Her days were filled with the sound of wrenches turning and classic engines rumbling back to life.

But some nights, when she lay alone in bed, she missed the warmth of Gibbs’ strong arms around her. She missed the feeling of his calloused hands gripping her hips as he took her hard against the basement wall. The way he commanded her with a simple “Y/N” in that gravelly voice.

She thought she could forget him, but a year later her heart still raced for Leroy Jethro Gibbs.

As she crossed into the town limits, Y/N sighed and slowed the Challenger to a more reasonable speed. She had a stop to make before heading home.

The familiar neon sign of the local dive bar glowed in the approaching dusk. She killed the engine and pocketed the keys before heading inside, the scent of stale beer and cigarettes welcoming her back.

She nodded at the bartender as she approached an empty stool at the end of the bar. Within minutes, a cold longneck was waiting for her. Y/N took a long pull and tried not to stare at the handsome cowboy chatting up the redhead a few stools down.

“Now what’s a pretty little lady like you doing in a place like this all alone?”

The cowboy slid onto the stool next to her, giving her a smile that was probably meant to be charming but just came across as sleazy.

“Just looking to enjoy my beer in peace,” Y/N said evenly, not giving him much attention.

But the cowboy wasn’t deterred that easily. He leaned in closer. “A woman like you oughta have a man to keep her company. Why don’t you let me buy you a drink and show you a good time?”

Y/N clenched her jaw, reigning in her temper. “No thanks,” she said sharply.

The man was persistent, though, reaching out to touch her arm. “Oh come on sugar, don’t be like tha—”

“The lady said no.”

A rough, familiar voice interrupted the cowboy’s slurred words. Y/N’s heart leaped as she looked up to see Gibbs standing behind the man, ice blue eyes flashing. The cowboy scowled but seemed to think better of arguing with the intimidating older man and tipped his hat to Y/N before departing.

“Didn’t need your help, I had it handled,” Y/N muttered, trying to ignore the way her body was already reacting to Gibbs’ close presence.

“I know you did,” Gibbs said, his eyes softening as he looked at her. “Just didn’t want to watch that ass paw at my woman any longer.”

Y/N swallowed hard at his words. They stared at each other for a long moment, the air electric between them.

“Wanna get out of here?” Gibbs asked gruffly.

Y/N nodded, tossing some bills on the bar before following him outside into the cool night air. They got into his truck, the old Ford rumbling to life and kicking up dust as they headed for her house on the edge of town.

As soon as they were inside, Gibbs pressed her up against the door, kissing her fiercely. Y/N moaned into his mouth, feeling like she could finally breathe again after so long without him.

“Missed you, Y/N,” Gibbs growled against her neck as he sucked a mark into her skin. “Couldn’t stop thinking about you, about this.”

He squeezed her ass to emphasize his point and Y/N gasped. “Jethro,” she whimpered, already so wet for him.

Gibbs smirked, manhandling her toward the bedroom. “Gonna remind you who you belong to, baby girl. I need my Y/N back.”

They tumbled into bed together, relearning each other’s bodies with eager mouths and roving hands. He kissed every inch of inked skin, paying special attention to the secret spots that made her moan his name. When Gibbs finally sank into her tight heat, Y/N cried out his name, overwhelmed by how right it felt to be in his arms again. There was no slow build this time - the need to claim her was primal, urgent.

“So perfect for me, baby,” he praised, setting a relentless pace. She clasped him tight, meeting every thrust and urging him on. The bite of her nails and the sinful roll of her hips pushed him right to the edge. He wanted to watch her fall first.

“Come on, baby. Cum for me,” he commanded, driving into her sweet spot until she shattered with a sharp cry. The pulses of her release triggered his own and he followed her over, burying his face in her neck as ecstasy crashed through him.

Later, nestled against Gibbs’ strong chest, Y/N traced random shapes on his chest.

“Missed you too, Jet,” she whispered. “As wild as I am, I’m still yours. Only ever wanted to be yours.”

Gibbs pressed a kiss to her hair, holding her close. “I know, baby. We’ll figure this out, together. I love you, Y/N.”

“Love you too.” Y/N tilted her head up for a soft kiss, heart full and racing, always racing, for Leroy Jethro Gibbs.

[fryday]

genuinely hilarious how my orange carpet predictions held up against what happened in reality. i predicted a proper theatre-front carpet event with at least a few photographers, absolute slays in suits from both boys, youtubers/family as guests and maybe even possibly a wildcard celebrity appearance. instead i got a green-screened carpet backdrop which didn't even cover the length of the frame thereby showing peeks of phouse at the edges, half cunty / half bedtime-worthy outfits, and leroy the unfriendly skeleton as the only guest, puppeteered from the floor by a mystery person (the guy doing the show himself). and did i love it? of course i did