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myfictionaldreams · 11 months

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hi! i loved pain over pleasure! especially the part where there’s sexual interactions between the three men other than just focusing on the reader. i’d like to request something slightly similar. reader gets punished by watching sirius suck remus and r can’t do anything than just sit and watch. then james walks in and instead of going to reader to save her from moony’s punishment (like he usually does) he joins the other two. it’s totally okay if you don’t go through with this. i just really loved pain over pleasure. thanks!!!!

Horny Little Devil // Poly!Marauders x Fem!Reader

A/N: Thank you so much for the request and for showing your love with Pain Over Pleasure!

Tags: 18+ readers only, smut, dom/sub, bdsm, brat reader, punishment, teasing, edging, restraints, begging, deepthroat/oral sex, cum swallowing, cum sharing, anal sex, vibrators, overstimulation, subspace, pet names, being ignored, anxiety not beta read

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Needy was the word you would use to describe your feelings today. Sirius on the other hand would describe you as a horny little devil, but could he truly blame you? Dating the three Marauders meant that you were almost always attached to one of them whether it be holding hands, in their laps in front of the fire or on your knees with their cock in your mouth. However this morning, the three of them had been rushing around to attend lessons that they’d forgotten about their poor needy girlfriend so really…could Sirius blame you for wanting to be with them?

Maybe you were being a little full-on with your neediness, instead of whispering and asking nicely to see Sirius, grabbing him by his collar and pushing him into a spare room to suck him off. Sirius only chuckled in a condescending tone, tugging on your hair to snap your attention up to him, your bottom lip sticking out with pretend sadness as he stopped your attempts to undo his belts.

“Stop being such a brat and listen to me, otherwise you aren’t going to get what you want, Darling”.

You sat back on your heels, looking up at him with wide eyes, “You haven’t been giving me what I want, that’s the issue!”

Sirius’ eyes darkened and you knew that sassing back to him maybe wasn’t the best idea so you quickly shut your mouth, a move that seemed to please him as the corner of his lip tipped up into a smirk, his shoulder-length hair falling to shadow half of his face. “I was tempted to let you carry on if you didn’t continue with that smart mouth of yours and anyway, we don’t have time, we’ll probably be late to class now because of this interruption so well done Sweetheart. Now, you’re on your last chance, any more bratty behaviour and you’ll be punished”.

You shrunk away from him, losing your confidence and beginning to stare at the floor, realising your mistake and not wishing to be punished, but you just wanted to feel them. Sirius let go of your hair and tapped a finger under your chin, tilting your face back up so you were looking at him once more, his sleek eyebrow raised in question, “Do you understand me?”

“Yes, sir. I’m sorry Sirius”.

Sirius nodded, holding a hand out which you took and he helped you to stand, brushing the dust from your knees and moved back towards the door but he held you back for one second with a gentle hand on your arm. You looked up at him with a confused expression but soon sighed as he leaned down to peck your lips, lingering for a second before pulling back. “Sorry it’s been such a rush this morning, I promise later we’ll look after you. Just listen to us, and we can all get what we want, ok?”

You agreed with a grin, capturing his lips one more time before he held the door open for you.

Your self-restraint lasted for a mind-blowing 25 minutes. This one really wasn’t your fault though as Remus had decided it was a good idea to rest his strong hand against your thigh, under your skirt, his hot palm directly against your skin. The tallest marauder knew exactly what the touch would do and didn’t remove it even as you turned into a dribbling mess, hugging his arm closer to your body and refusing to do the work because you were so distracted.

“My love, we have an exam at the end of the week, you need to take notes”, Remus whispered against the top of your head, but you ignored him, holding him closer, trying to push his hand higher up your thigh. However, he instead squeezed the muscle, “I know you’re needy right now but need to do your work”, Remus continued to encourage.

“Is someone being a brat again?” Sirius asked from behind as he leaned over his desk towards you and Remus.

Remus kept his voice low as he asked, “Again? She’s been a brat already today?”

“Yeah, we had a little run-in, in the spare classroom on the way here, didn’t we Sweetheart?” Sirius whispered in response. You tried not to whine as your grip relaxed, realising that you’d been caught and there was one thing that Remus and Sirius did not forget was that they always kept to their word.

“Mr Black, is there a problem over there?”, Professor McGonagall’s voice interrupted the quiet conversation.

“No Professor”, Sirius replied cooly, sitting back in his chair.

Remus continued writing for a couple of seconds before saying under his breath, “We’ll talk about this later”.

Only when later came, there was no talking involved. After watching James practice quidditch for an hour or so, Sirius suggested to you and Remus about going to the shrieking shack for some alone time whilst James finished, which you were more than happy to agree to, practically dragging both men by their hands in the direction of the decrepit building.

However, once there, you were stripped of your clothes and tied to the head of the bed with your wrists attached to the posts with both men’s ties and your legs were spread, exposing your soaked pussy.

“Do you remember our earlier conversation?”, Sirius asked, stroking a teasing hand up your inner thigh, already seeing the evidence of arousal with how wet you were.

“Ye-Yes”, you admitted, breathing quickly with increasing anxiety.

“So you know why we are doing this?”, he continued, making sure you had clarification as to why you were being tied up. They always made sure to do this, even when you were misbehaving the most to get to this point, you had to understand why the punishment was taking place and that your safewords were always there to use if needed. It all added to the overall experience and even though there was nothing you wanted more than to be touched and caressed by any of your boyfriends, you trusted them above anyone else and would continue to go through the punishment for this reason.

So after you’d explained why this was happening and reiterated at this could stop at any moment if you wished.

Sirius seemed happy with your answers and glanced over his shoulder at Remus who was sitting in a chair next to the bed, his legs spread wide and a noticeable bulge in his trousers. The man smiled, his scars stretching with the movement as he reached into his pocket and pulled out one of your favourite toys: your rose gold bullet vibrator, a present from James for Valentine's Day. Waving his wand, the vibrator magically floated through the air, only stopping mid-air when the cool metal touched your clit.

Sirius then placed your panties into your mouth to stop you from begging and climbed off of the bed and you had to watch as he approached Remus, his long hair framing his face as he leant down to make out of the other man. From this angle, you could only see the back of Sirius as he leaned over, but you could hear it all, the noises of their lips, the gasps and moans.

Your wrists stung slightly as you tested the hold, tugging on the ties that held you, hoping that maybe one of them would be loosened enough that you could pull free but they only tightened and you stopped your wasted efforts. Collapsing back against the headboard, you tried to calm yourself down but your body felt like it was on fire, sweat already coating it, eyes burning as you didn’t want to blink and miss a single moment of the teasing that was happening.

Even though there was nothing more you wanted at that moment than to be untied and join in with Sirius and Remus, the sight of them touching, and pleasuring one another was something you would store at the back of your mind for days you wanted to make yourself feel better. It was so erotic and hot that your pussy was twitching and clenching around nothing, juices dripping down your perineum, with the destination to soak the sheets.

Sirius dropped to his knees, settling in comfortably before swiftly undoing Remus’ belt, button and zipper and opening the material up, giving him room to reach into the hole of his checkered underwear and expose his throbbing member. As Sirius was on his knees, you were able to see Remus’ impressive cock, standing thick and proud, veins pulsing and ready to be touched.

You must have audibly made a noise as Remus suddenly looked up at you, a look of surprise on his face as he had momentarily forgotten that you were even in the room but then he rolled his wand in between his fingers and smirked. Sirius raised further on his knees, one hand resting against Remus’ thigh and the other holding the base of his cock and finally gave one solid lick up the entire length.

The moment Sirius’ wet tongue touched Remus’ cock, the wand in his hand flicked slightly, magically turning on the vibrator that still floated against your bundle of nerves. You groaned at the sensation, the buzz light and the pressure weren’t enough to drive you crazy just yet but you knew that he was just warming you up, even though you were already thoroughly aroused.

Remus kept his wand pointed towards you, controlling the vibrator, but his other hand was holding back Sirius’ hair, watching as he was hungrily sucking off. It was one thing Sirius prided himself in was the lack of gag reflex he had, being able to take the entire length of Remus, something you could never do and envied the Gryffindor for.

You tried to beg around your panties but all that could be heard was muffled cries, the material making your mouth incredibly dry so you tried to look sadly at Remus, your eyes sad and lower lip trembling as your hips rolled to try and push harder against the floating metal object, wishing to feel more.

Sirius’s head bobbed up and down quickly, his cheeks sucking and causing slurping noises that felt so good to Remus, his shaft throbbing with the movements. “Feel so good when you do that Padfoot, just like that”, Remus encouraged, letting his eyes drop close. “Do you think we should let our little pup join us?” Remus asked, still lost in the pleasure.

Sirius pulled off with an audible pop, a grin spreading across his face - not that you could see from your position - and responded with a simple: “Nope”, before swallowing Remus’ cock again.

Remus bite his lip at the sensation and opened his eyes as he flicked his wand again, the vibrations increasing tenfold, completely overwhelming your entire pussy, feeling them deep in your abdomen causing you to scream out in euphoria. Your body jolted at the pleasure, hips bucking wildly, pussy clenching, wishing it was full with fingers or a cock. Not that you truly were fussy at that moment as your orgasm built swiftly, feeling like a cord tightening in your abdomen, the walls of your cunt squeezing together, you were so close, still watching Sirius pleasure Remus, who had now opened his eyes and was watching you closely, assessing when you were just…about…to … cum.

And then he magiced the vibrator away from your body and your peaked fluttered away to nothingness, and now it truly dawned on you what sort of punishment they were giving you: edging. This was one of your least favourite punishments, especially added to the fact that you had to watch your boyfriends find their own pleasures.

Your thighs were trembling as you cried out, head dropping against your shoulder as you tried to regain some composure but then the vibrator was back on the low setting and pressing against your clit.

Your mewling begs were cut off however as James walked in, still wearing his quidditch uniform and a small sly smile on his face as he took in the sight of you tied to the bed, being pleasured by the sex toy and Remus being blown by Sirius on a chair.

“I could hear her from outside”, he admitted towards Remus before heading towards the bed, sitting at the edge near you. “Poor baby, you look so desperate, do you want some help?”, he cooed, stroking a hand up your inner thighs.

You nodded your head desperately, moaning wishing you could say yes yes yes. James thankfully was usually the one to give in to your begging, always undoing your restraints first, or helping you find your satisfaction so seeing him here now, you had no doubts that he would be doing the same for you now, after all, he hadn’t really seen you being a brat today.

All hope was lost however as he leaned forward, kissed your cheek and walked over to his boyfriends, dropping to his knees beside Sirius who had sifted to the side, giving him some room, and he began to pleasure Remus as well.

You groaned in frustration, realising you were very much stuck there and had to watch a sight you wanted to desperate be a part of.

Sirius and James licked up the length of Remus’ cock, both men then making out around the tip and you don’t know who groaned louder, you or Remus. Then whilst one man swallowed the thick length, the other would be sucking on the balls, working together to bring Remus to his own orgasm.

All the whilst, Remus kept up his torturous game of turning up the vibration level and just as you were about to cum, taking all the pleasure away.

3 times he had done this now, your juices were leaking onto the sheets below, your entire body trembling as you begged in your mind to please let you cum but of course, they didn’t let you. Your cunt was beginning to become puffy with stimulation and your throbbing clit was aching from the toy and you’d physically jolt and pull away as it always came back to hover against you. You were exhausted, your body drained of energy, your head feeling fuzzy and floaty as your needs drifted your thoughts into a space-like consciousness.

But you still continued to watch your boyfriends, hoping that the small act would mean your punishment would be over quicker because you were continuing to be good but it only made it harder to stay calm. You felt like you were just in the constant heightened state of being wanting to cum, hardly having much time to rest.

Remus suddenly shifted, his hips thrusting up harshly into the back of James’ mouth, his hand releasing its hold on Sirius’ hair to instead hold onto the back of James, keeping his head there, “Fuck Prongs, that’s it, stay right there”, he grunted, his eyes clenching closed as he came. James held still, taking the load to the back of his mouth and only pulling back when Remus sighed, his hand relaxing and letting go of the back of his head. “Did you swallow?” Remus asked with half-lidded eyes.

You couldn’t see but you knew that James had opened his mouth and revealed that he hadn’t swallowed because the next moment he was leaning over and heavily kissing Sirius, his cum coated tongue swiping against the other mans so they both had to swallow.

Remus groaned at the sight, tucking his half-soft, wet cock back into his trousers, trying to also catch his breath before glancing over the men towards you and you couldn’t hold back the sob anymore, not wishing to ruin the moment but seeing his attention had turned to you, it was almost too much.

You’d been edged against during his orgasmic scene, you were starting to become sore with belly aches with how much you’d been clenching your cunt and wanting to feel that high more than anything in the world.

Standing from his chair and rolling his shoulders, Remus stepped between his two boyfriends and finally came out to you, shimming behind your body so your back was against his chest. Your head lolled back against his shoulder as he nuzzled into your neck, reaching around your front so that he could pull out your panties from your mouth, the cool air drying your mouth further as you didn’t have the energy to close it.

“You’ve done so well sweetheart, do you want to cum? I’m gonna need you to tell me”, Remus whispered against the skin of your cheek, hands idly stroking circles against your stomach as he spooned around your body.

You were nodding tiredly before even talking, half aware that deep moans were coming from the other end of the bed from James being bent over and fucked by Sirius. “Please can I cum, Remus?” you asked, voice croaky from exhaustion and dryness.

“What do you think Padfoot?” Remus asked, looking up at Sirius who was slowing his pace, his hips rolling in and out, teasing James who was touching himself from his bent-over position.

Sirius blew a piece of hair from his face as he looked over at you, feeling somewhat sorry that you’d been edged for so long, “yeah go on then, seeing as she’s been such a good girl”.

You wanted to thank him profusely for his beautiful words but couldn’t muster up the energy to say them, instead completely allowing your body to relax back into Remus. Your boyfriend's long fingers delved over your mound, groaning at how wet and used you were.

“You’ve done so well for us pup, I’m not going to stop ok, you can cum for us”, Remus reassured as he pressed two fingers against your overstimulated clit, rolling it in his fingers, back and forth, the pressure firm and steady. With his other hand, he waved his wand again and all of your restraints untied so you were now fully collapsed against him, eyes closed, mouth open with a string of curses and whimpers escaping.

It didn’t take you long at all, still remaining at that heightened-edged sensation, Remus held you close as you finally came, body spasming as you were so overwhelmed with how to react and control yourself. “That’s it, let go for us, I’ve got you”, Remus continued to encourage and you were thankful for this, letting his voice ground you to the moment.

It felt so good to feel your cunt squeezing in quick bursts, juices coating the tops of your trembling thighs, and your entire body felt like it was burning as your nerves tried to comprehend the stimulation. Finally, as your orgasm began to subside, Remus’ fingers slowed to a stop and you fully collapsed into him, half away that he was moving your body so you were cuddled into his side, legs over his lap and head laying against his chest.

You were just about ready to have a little nap when you heard James gasping as Sirius pounded into him and you forced yourself to stay awake a little bit longer so you could watch both men fuck.

Remus could feel you were still awake as he kissed the top of your head, “pretty aren’t they”, he mumbled against you.

“Mmmm, so so pretty”, you agreed as you watched them both from their standing position, giving Sirius the better position to fuck James and reach around his body to wank his cock off as well, after a few more grunts, James was cumming hard, his seed spurting out in thick gloops across the bed.

Sirius pushed the quidditch player over the bed once more, the man now lying in his own cum and began mercilessly fucking his arse, chasing his own high, James moaned through the entire interaction before Sirius’ hips stilled with a hard yell and slap to James’ ass cheek.

Finally, after watching all three men reach their highs during that afternoon, you felt settled enough to fall asleep in Remus’ arms, knowing that when you woke up, you might be feeling a little bit subspacey but that was a problem for another time.

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katsune-nya · 9 months

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Reader asks TR characters: would you love me if i would be a worm? 😁😅

Hhhhhh. Ok, this is one of my favorite couple questions. I feel like it'd be so fun to annoy the guys especially with this. I chose Draken, Hakkai, Tetta, Emma and Hina. Might add more if I get ideas.

Thank you nonnie~♡.

Ken "Draken" Ryuguji.

"Baby, I have a very important question. And I really want you to take this seriously, it could change our relationship forever..." You talk.

Draken stopped his movements on his bike, lowering the tool he had in his hand and getting up to sit by your side.

"Alright. What is it? I promise it won't change a thing, I'll always stay by your side, okay?" He says in a soft voice, looking at you with seriousness in his eyes.

You take a deep breath, getting the words ready before you look him in the eye. "Would you still love me if I was a worm?".

"..."

"Actually, I don't think I love you as a person." He goes back to his bike, working on it silently.

"Come on! This is serious! Would you? I really wanna know..." You whine as you walk behind him.

Draken let's out a sigh. "Yes. I would love you if you were a worm."

You perk up and go crouch next to him by the side of his bike.

"Really? Even if I was an ugly one?" You ask cheerfully.

"You already look like an ugly worm." He teases blankly, neutral voice.

"KEN!".

Hakkai Shiba.

"Hey, Love Of My Life? Prettiest Boy Alive?" You call to your new boyfriend.

He turns his head to the side to look at you, "Hm?" he's still not fully confident in your company, but he's getting better at actually conversing.

"Would you love me if I was a worm?" You ask.

His face goes red, eyes wide. "Taka-chan didn't prepare me for this!" He thinks. "Uh... I-... Y-yes?" He asks, more than affirms.

"So you're admitting you love me, then?" You can't help but tease him when he looks this cute.

"Ah! I- I don't-! I mean- I do!- N-no! What I mean-" You just laugh as he stutters. Yeah, this relationship will be fun.

Tetta Kisaki.

"Baby..." You start. The second he hears your tone he KNOWS you're gonna say something stupid.

"Don't." He responds simply.

You lie on his arm and pop your question. "Would you love me if i was a worm?" You say with doe eye.

"..." He finally sighs. "What kinda worm? Eath? Venomous? Caterpillar?" He trails off. You think. "I don't know, any worm."

"There's a difference. Venomous?" He asks. "Mm, caterpillars are more interesting. Sure." You decide.

"Mm..." He thinks, thinking about it a bit too seriously. "Yeah." He settles. "What if i was an earthworm?" You continue.

"No."

Oddly enough, his last response doesn't sound like the truth.

Emma Sano.

"Princess... Would you love me if i was a worm?" You ask your girlfriend.

"Ew." She says with a small disgusted expression. She then leans on your arm and looks up at you, trying to give you a cute face.

"Would YOU love me if i was a worm?"

"That's unfair, i asked first!" You complain.

"Hmph... Fine... Yeah, i would, you'd be a cute worm." She says, finishing it off with a sweet smile.

A giggle escapes your lips. "Well, i would love you too if you were a worm. You'd be one of those cute fluffy ones." You realize.

"Aww. We could go on worm dates, squiggling through the leaves. Settling down and having worm babies." Emma starts trailling off, in her little worm fantasy.

You blink a few times. "Ok, that's enough."

Hinata Tachibana.

"Hinaaaaaaaa." You call out, to your girlfriend sitting on the other side of the couch.

"Yeah?" She responds, tilting her head with a small smile.

"Would you love me if i was a worm?" You ask.

"Yeah!" She tells you. "I would get you a little terrarium. Fill it with fresh soil and spraying it a bit, putting little leaves in it and making sure you're well nurtured." She explains nonchallantly.

"Would you get me little decorations?"

"Yup. Some tiny sticks and little branches with holes for you to hide. Some pretty rocks too." She adds cheerfully.

"..." You stare at her. "I love you."

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precious-little-scoundrel · 1 month

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Dear John || Something Borrowed

Masters of the Air fanfiction

Summary: Upon the sudden stop of all their correspondence, Miss Lana Tierney finds herself bereft of her pen pal John Egan’s support -not however, without him first having made a heavy declaration and entrusted her with a precious bit of himself. Battling Tinsel Town’s awful labyrinth of censors, agents, and an ever disloyal mother, Lana seeks to find John, and having once found him, to remind him of his promise to try. Meanwhile in Stalag Luft III, Major Gale Cleven may loiter at his incriminating radio longer than strictly necessary in hopes of hearing a voice that would bring his best friend a shred of hope.

My many thanks to: Christi and Ashley for endless amounts of encouragement and advice and enrichment of the plot, y’all are invaluable darlings and precious friends. To Bri who has been the brains and requests behind the concept and the beating heart behind giving Bucky a love of a lifetime

Warnings: 18+ disturbing content. Not so much war focused but rather Hollywood in the 40’s which can be horribly gruesome itself. We are happily ripping off Lana Turner’s real story for much of this, and so in this chapter you will find mentions of certain harrowing abuses she endured. Such as: brief references to a forced, studio-required abortion, bugging of a woman’s room, arranged engagements, drugging, hinted sexual exploitation, willing current sexual favors in return for a role, Bucky going a little nuts as a POW, Lana’s mother being the worst, John Huston making a cameo that will probably make you wanna punch the guy. It’s ok, the real fella deserved it. Go ahead. Again, nothing explicit, didn’t wanna get all yucky but these themes are prevalent in here in passing.

Word count: a whopping 8k

Character name reminder: Julie Jean Turner goes by the Hollywood alias of “Lana Tierney”

Lana lay abed and stewed. She was past grief, or perhaps it was easier explained that Grief and her sisters, Denial and Betrayal, were more of Julie Jean Turner’s privilege. Miss Lana Tierney, academy hopeful and box office gold, had little left but rage and the moist silk of her pillow pressed to her burning cheek.

“What an awful few days it’s been.” she’d allowed herself to say a few weeks back.

The Julie Jean of that week didn’t know the meaning of the word.

Life was bad enough then, back when he called, but his voice cured everything from her terrible week. Vincent and the engagement and the studios, all of it. But then came a letter, one written awfully like a goodbye, and another one after it but all of them were little provisions for if he were to go down.

Scribbled hours before going up.

“I love you, I know it’s a lot to spring on a gal who’s just doing her bit and keeping me happy but I do. It’s an awful type of love, Julie, very tight fisted and I think I only love you because you love me so well in your way. I don’t think that’s the sort of love to do anybody any good, but I’d regret not saying it, beginners can’t be haughty. Here I wanted to stick my toe in and you gobbled the whole leg, and I love you. I love you for it. I love you.”

She’d rubbed over his signature, not a bit of cursive in that scrawled -John- a million times.

And then, just like that, just like what had happened to her friends and a million women across the world- his letters simply stopped. Julie Jean learned elsewhere he’d been shot down for weeks by the time she’d gotten the last one. It was hard to have finally heard his voice and known of his purpose, but now? -a dead silence that had a voice and face and love attached to it. It was agony of a sort she’d never known and was made worse by the loneliness in her secrecy of not being able to mourn it aloud.

She moaned into the mess of her pillowcase and ignored Bertha's fifth knock of the afternoon. Who’d recognize the glamorous Miss Tierney now? Pitiful and tear streaked and pale from blood loss. She still lay on a chucks pad the studio nurse had rolled her onto, a feeble trickle still seeping between her legs. Curled on her side with eyes glinting at the afternoon sun, she seethed at one more thing taken from her.

Lana could hardly stand it. But she had to try. She’d made John promise he would. They’d promised each other, and somehow she hadn’t any doubts that wherever he was, he was trying.

“Miss Tierney?” That was Herbert’s voice and Jean rolled her eyes at the predictability of this household. After not answering Delores they sent in Bertha and upon not answering Bertha here was Herbert and if she didn’t answer him, her mother might manage to rouse herself and drive over.

“Come in Herb, if you must.” she groaned, hand outstretched and patting blindly for a cigarette on her nightstand.

Her old driver came in with an unusually light step, it bespoke a sympathy for her plight that Jean would have preferred a thousand times never to read on his usually persnickety face. “How are you holding up after -“ he stood awkwardly at the foot of her bed as Jean rummaged and when she sat back with cigarette and holder in hand, she found him looking down at her with such concern she nearly threw the lamp at him. “Tonsillitis, huh?” he hummed sympathetically.

“Oh yes, nasty bout.” she lied merrily, the ache in her violated womb protested her move to sit up. “They had to take them clean out.” it was the only printable explanation for her ailment.

“Yeah.” Herb had been a renowned stuntman before he’d been demoted to driver, and before stuntman he’d been a soldier in the trenches and before that he’d been a clerk. If anyone knew about coat hangers and poor girls held down to be kept forever virginal and ever in use, Herb knew. Herb had warned her even, told her what a sick racket they ran here in Tinsel Town. Much good it did her, she was in too deep before she knew she had so much as stuck her toe in.

Rather like Bucky in love, apparently, and that thought made her madly blink away a stupid rush of tears.

“What’s that?” she pointed at the parcel she just now noticed was tucked under his arm.

“Oh, this? Chocolates. Here, my lighter miss?” Whatever was under Herbert’s arm wasn’t shaped like any chocolates she knew and Jean was about to give him a talking to for being insipid when her mood was so poor but then she saw him press a warning finger to his lips. He walked around the side of her bed and indeed pulled out a lighter, metal and rude and no doubt a relic of the first war, and flicked it for her to light up. Bending down he smelled of tobacco himself when he took the unprecedented liberty of whispering in her ear: “They bugged the room during your operation, Miss. Must be careful. Especially if you want to keep your gift.”

He pulled away and looked down at her sorrowfully before quietly laying the dirty brown package atop her pristine sheets. Mother had them changed after the bloodbath of the…operation. They were spotless before and now they were sooty. That pleased her.

Jean forgot to look away from him. She was startled and upset by the news but she didn’t doubt it. They’d probably bugged the phone ages ago, god knows they’d stop at next to nothing and she did so want to keep something for herself. If she couldn’t have a baby, her baby, then she’d keep a parcel, damn them all. Then a cold feeling of dread filled her and she thought to grab at her books and look for the hidden letters.

Gone. Mother. It must’ve been mother, it was her sort of thing to have rifled through Lana’s things while she was being operated on and found them and took them and-

The rage spurred her to look down at what Herb brought her, cigarette forgotten between her quivering lips. She expected it to be from him, a little pep up. Perhaps a doll or a stuffed animal to cheer her. But no, this parcel in its plain brown wrapping had come from afar, smudged and delayed a million times judging by its redirected stamps -and she’d know that writing from anywhere.

Her Johnny.

Julie Jean’s little gasp let slip the cigarette from her mouth but not before Herb caught it from singeing the sheets. He was quicker than anyone gave the old man credit for, banged up head or not. “Thought that might cheer you.” he grinned in that begrudging way of his, as if he were cross at the joy made manifest on his face.

“I’m scared.” she admitted in a whisper, hands hovering over the brown twine strings. Whatever was inside was squishy and giving. And whatever it was, John had sent it before he’d been shot down. But still, somehow it felt like a gift from him on this, the worst day of her life. Like he was sending some comfort even from hell on earth and without a clue of her own dispair. Herb seemed to read it the same way, and that’s how Jean knew she wasn’t being a delusional, hysterical wreck, if that crusty old sod knew its significance in coming today, then it was plain as the irregular nose on his face.

“Scared of chocolate?” His tease covered a strong reminder for her to watch her words.

“Mm, yes, what if there’s raspberry filled ones?” she whispered back. “You know how I can’t abide raspberries.”

“Guess you’ll just have to be brave and see.” he nudged her.

Nodding her head solemnly, Jean tugged apart the twine that had kept John Egan’s package together for an entire transcontinental delivery. It fell away with a crinkling sound and she found folded upon it, without a bit of fuss or wrapping, the oddest piece of cloth. Almost a patchwork of pale leather and a zipper and -Jean’s throat closed as her hand descended and felt along the soft fluff of a sheepskin collar.

He didn’t. He didn’t send her his jacket? Surely —

Herb made a noncommittal noise beside her which sounded awfully like some touched sorta gasp at the sight, but as it was Herb and he had a tobacco wad where he should have had a heart, so he must’ve been coming down with the same cold that landed Lana in tonsil surgery.

Hands shaky and heart hammering, Jean reached in and pulled the garment out, a tiny little note fluttered out. Someone else’s penmanship. “To the care of Jean Turner, until it can be retrieved by Major Egan.”

“Oh god.” she felt like sobbing before pressing her face into the sweat fumed plushness of it. “Johnny. Johnny. Johnny.” she kept his name buried in his jacket, secret like his gift and his love and his comfort and her desires. Eyes and mouth muffled into the darkness of something that was his. She felt Herb’s gentle hand pat on her head and the following click of the latch as he went out.

“Mister Vincent called to say there’s dinner and photographs scheduled for tonight, Miss Tierney.” he informed her levelly before he left and her ears were not so buried in Air Force Shearling she couldn’t hear of her doom. “There’s been some speculations -they want to smooth it over. Bertha was trying to pass it on.”

Bertha wanted to wipe off whatever remaining blood was on her and primp all signs of coercion off her devastated face, that’s what Bertha was here for. Jean vaguely wondered if her mother’s clenching hand print still lingered on her cheeks, she rubbed John’s jacket against the soreness of her mouth, muffling her sobs the way her mother’s hand had stifled her screams of pain only hours ago.

Back to work, asap, it would seem. -Bleed down your nylons dear, it’ll be alright, so long as they see a happy face and a lucky new couple.

Vincent. She wasn’t sure how she’d face him, the weekend getaway and his little “test drive” of her had been bad enough, the fact he hadn’t the brains to prevent it from having consequences or the spine to stand up for the life of the child he made- oh, she wondered how she’d manage to down her asparagus in the face of it all. Acting, she presumed, a true talent that had suddenly become a personality since -since? -she wasn’t sure when.

Beside her for months now, stacked beneath the pile of new Runyon books she’d taken out of the library, had been a pile of letters that didn’t have a bit of acting in them. Raw and true and terrible and wanton, each of John Egan’s thoughts tumbled off their confining pages and into her heart in mirrored response to her own. Now mother had them.

Jean wondered where all her own letters to him were, now that he was gone and someone else was in his bunk.

Funny to think of that, the most honest account of herself was most likely moldering in the bottom of some MIA airman’s footlocker.

It was all a bit self indulgent, she admitted even as she stripped out of her bloody gown and down to her bare skin, but she had lost plenty and she needed him: so she slipped him on, soft wool caressing her and stopping the shivers of shock that had wracked her all morning. It smelled so manly and sweaty and terribly real she about swooned at the sensation of having a bit of him next to her. Now she’d seen him -all those darling candid photos in repayment for hers- and she’d heard him -oh that awful, wonderful telephone call right before he disappeared- and now she was smelling him.

Jean would have to bathe and take a handful of aspirin and cinch in her girdle and kiss her fiancée tonight, but for a brief hour she layed in bed naked as a baby with her gift wrapped around her like swaddling clothes.

Vincent came later with the car, one of his father’s for certain, and eyed her choice of outerwear with a sour mouth. Fleece and chiffon was an odd mix but Lana always had been a trendsetter and it was early November, even if it was Los Angeles. Of course, for her the jacket was John, and so she wore him like armor -and if she was wearing it, they couldn’t take it without her knowing.

“I’m cold.” she answered Vin’s unspoken question sharply on the ride over, “I’ve just had tonsil surgery, you may recall?”

“It stinks.” he huffed back, his nose presumptuously nuzzling under her curls and very near the sweat soaked fleece, “Smells like a barnyard.”

What it smelled like was a red blooded American man’s honest days work killing Nazis. But Vincent and his pale hands and arranged medical exemptions weren’t likely to know what that smelled like, so Lana felt compelled to give him a pass. “It’s for the war effort,” she sighed, “we must all make sacrifices. Mr. Warner told me it would be grand press to wear it.”

She’d never spoken to Mr. Warner about much else but weather and her tits, but growing ever more desperate as these days went on, Lana thought perhaps she’d pay him a visit.

“Great press?” Vincent seethed, charmingly one track focused, “The press should be about our engagement! Not the war!”

“Be a realest, dahling,” she soothed, “nothing, not even the great scion of a prestigious family such as yours is half as fascinating right now as ball bearings and top turret production in Greenfield. If we want them to print about our engagement, it’s got to have something to do with the general war, see?“

“Ah, ah I see.” Vincent swallowed her lie well enough, still perturbed at the fracturing of his beloved media attention but consoled that Lana was not aspiring to make him a fool.

Oh how foolish that was of him, Lana hummed to herself as they pulled up to the restaurant, perhaps not tonight or in a week's time. No, for now she was down and out and no doubt about it, but eventually, she’d scramble on top, she had to or she’d be offed eventually by it all. She knew that now, it was plain with each aching step on wobbly legs and each smile of her crimped, anemic face, Vincent’s pliable hand more vice than support on her elbow as she stepped out under Chasens’ green awning.

There was conversation and photographs all through dinner, her agent and a Warner Brothers executive kindly gracing the table with heavy, stilted and very implied conversation. Lana might’ve breathed better in her booth had they held an actual gun to her head and told her to finish her parsnips that way. They were very happy she had recovered from the tonsillitis so well, they were very eager to see her on set bright and early tomorrow, they were very eager that any doubt about how in love she was with the respectable Vincent be ameliorated -a very big word to say with a mouthful of steak- and very hopeful that Lana wouldn’t get any ideas about a repeat of the War Bond tour. Yes the last one had been very effective and the government was pleased, but too much exposure to common crowds had a tendency to lessen the goddess effect, she must be let out to the pubic sparingly, and they in turn must not feel entitled to her in any way.

Such as…reaching out through the post, for example, much less expecting to be answered with anything less standardized than what Bertha might write twenty times over in her name in an afternoon.

“I just want to do my part.” Lana demurred.

“Oh honey, you’ve done your part, and now you’ve got a new part. Make a wish.” And there before her was brought out a cake slice with much fanfare, icing making a pretty little drizzle of words -“speedy recovery Lana, love from everyone at Warner Brothers Studio.”

She’d seen actresses carried out plastered to the four winds on sedative from slices just like this one, chivalrously poured into a waiting backseat of a producer or studio head, taken back to be put to bed. God knows what else happened in those beds. Her nausea returned fourfold and it wasn’t acting when she gasped a need to go to the powder room.

Instead she dashed to the phone, the one in the cubby near the toilets, trying resolutely to ignore the spying eyes of waiters and curious waves of famous guests passing by.

“Pick up, Herb, pick up.” she begged, listening to it ring and ring, then suddenly felt a horrid fear at the realization she’d left the jacket slung over her chair at the booth, with Vincent. “Herb please, please.” she moaned, stomping one well shod foot against the marble floor.

“Hallo?”

“Herb, oh Herb!” Lana gushed urgently on hearing him pick up, “You must come pick me up, they’re onto me with the letters and they’ve brought out cake and- bring a car, Vincent brought his father’s-“

“-Thank yeeew, Herbert, that will be all.” Mother’s affected transatlantic sent shivers down Lana’s spine right as she felt the cold clasp of her rings around her wrist, receiver wrenched effectively from her nerveless hand, “This is a family matter, your services are not required.”

“Mommy dearest.” Lana felt her lips trembling in a odd way that fought against the creeping numbness, “What a pleasant surprise.”

“Would that I could say the same, Lana.” Mother reproved, “To abandon your fiancé without thought? And to find you calling on Herbert, like this were some otiresome fundraiser from which you may carelessly abscond -really. Your behavior is nothing but deplorable lately, I hardly know you. The cost, Lana, think of the cost of it all, this recklessness.”

“Who told you?”

“That you weren’t appreciative of the cake?” Mother smiled shyly, “Alfonso.”

The owner, of course, when he couldn’t get a hand up Lana herself he had become quite partial to mother, loyal to an opulent degree. She suspected that cake more than ever, the phone, too. God there was no getting out of this town, this place, this life.

“Alfonso says you’re distracted,” mother went on, “pale and sniffing some jacket? What has gotten into you?”

“Vincent.” Lana joked miserably and if half of Hollywood wasn’t sat so near, she’s rather sure her mother might’ve struck her.

“You’re going to go back out there, and you’re going to smile for the pictures, and you’re going to like it.” Mother laid out the case, the plan and the rest of her life, “And when we go home you’ll be getting a piece of my mind.”

“Oh really mother,” Lana sighed heavily, “I couldn’t take the last piece.”

The pinch on her arm was familiar of when Lana was a child and refused to sing in yet another talent show - the fifth that weekend. “Your fault for falling ill, now we must make up for lost time.” they were gliding back to the table arm in arm with Lana’s pale skin pinched between mother’s manicure, “Smile, darling, smile and wave.” as they wove between one starry guest and another.

Mother’s gait stalled for one fraction of a moment upon coming up to the table and seeing the bizarre article of clothing hanging over Lana’s chair. “Works better than a mink.” Lana proclaimed quite loudly, giddy enough to attract most male attention around who craned their necks to watch her shimmy it on for a try-on, much to Mother’s feigned amusement. She shimmied in the fleece, chiffon doing little to hide the jiggle of her derrière beneath the jacket’s hem and the flash of a bulb cracked significantly amongst the dinner chatter.

“It’s much too large for you -the sleeves, the shoulders-“

“That’s because it’s a genuine article mother!” Lana preened, satisfied to have caught the eye of the one she wanted as he sat in his booth.

Powerful and dark and lecherous, The Jack Huston stared at her unabashedly over the haze of his cigarette, his own date forgotten, taking in the way the man’s coat dwarfed her little body in a pantomime of covering her physically, masculine leather and zipper in stark contrast to baby soft skin swelling out of her neckline. She knew that look well, one of a man sizing her up for how she’d look beneath him.

Lana smirked at him significantly, squeezing the material around her dreamily and created a significantly more substantial amount of decollage for him to view upon doing so. “Lana, sit down for god’s sake.” Mother was hissing and Lana saw Huston laugh at it, she rolled her eyes and dramatically shrugged, seating herself as asked but refusing to break eye contact with him until he raised his glass in a toast to her brazenness.

“Lana, photographers! Come now! Chin up, smile, smile darling.”

There were so many flashbulbs here it was obnoxious to not only Lana’s throbbing eyes but the other patrons, still a hard launch of a stilted, lab grown relationship was hardly an oddity in Hollywood or its most favored eating spots, and so it was endured.

“Doll, open up,” Vincent cajoled in Lana’s ear, hand kneading her waist and nose pressed to her hair, “practice for the wedding.”

It looked quite humorous if a little uncouth in the papers next day, Lana’s gasping and amused indulgence of her green boy fiancé as he playfully stuffed her mouth with cake in that pitiful tradition of marital provocation.

“Look at my dearest daughter, tonsil surgery yesterday and already, so eager, can’t be kept from dinner with her darling fiancé!”

The world grew fuzzy as Lana did her best to keep the wad of cake in her gums until she could spit the most of it out. “Tell your studio i want compensation for having to share press with the war effort.” Vin was complaining to the executive and Lana felt her world swim, only one single, dire hope remaining -Herb.

She gripped the edges of the jacket tighter and tried to focus. Mother was being called away, taking her leave with a photographed kiss to Lana’s clammy temple -some business with Aunt Lu and that promised check for her swimming pool. Lana had put in a lot of swimming pools for a lot of relatives, she was beginning to lose track between the pools and the houses and the cars and the wardrobes and always -“it’s family, Lana, they depend on you. Chin up, smile, smile darling, smile for the cameras, there’s my golden girl, box office magic.”

“Lana it’s very important you understand the role of an engaged woman-“ the executive was very insistent and Lana was very tired and very fuzzy feeling, which apparently Vincent could sense as his hands began to grow courageous in his petting, “-it’s a fine balance between respectability and attainability. The studio has worked so hard to give you this life, made enormous sacrifices so you could have a chance at this career, created an expertly crafted persona for you -if you were to jeopardize it all in any way, by inviting speculation about yourself or your lackluster roots-“

Lana was about ready to stand up and scream “I’m Julie Jean Turner from Broken Arrow Oklahoma!” and watch the deflated disinterest cover her audience like snow, it would ruin the effect -she wanted them to care that her life was a lie, but as soon as she told the truth, they’d lose all interest either way. Fame was funny like that.

“Mr Vincent,” Alfonso was most solicitous as well as perispring when he hurried over to her fiancé’s side, “there’s been an incident, your car, sir! The windows, they are smashed! And there appear to be eggs?”

Lana wasn’t sure she successfully suppressed the bubbling little laugh that flitted out of her leaden chest at Vincent’s deathly white pallor. There were two of him in her fractured, drug impaired vision and he acted like looney twins, scrambling up from the table in a flurry of hands and pomade, tux tails flapping like a frightened bird. “It’s my father’s car you idiot! Where was the doorman? Where?”

“Ooooh daddy’s gonna be mad.” Lana cooed to herself, amused at how this failure of a son couldn’t land a deal or a car or his own, only a troublesome actress who was in dire love with a man she’d never met.

Dear Herb, the eggs were such a nice touch.

The executive was waving off the cameras, this part of the night hardly suitable to be recorded. “Stewart, phone call for you.” A commanding, sonorous voice beside her sent goose flesh popping along Lana’s arms beneath the jacket, Jack Huston and his cologne suddenly pervading the place like an ominous deity casting its shadow over the now almost empty table.

“Mr. Huston.” Lana simpered sweetly when Stewart had left and it was just them alone with his hand on the back of her chair, thumbing at the lamb skin. There were two of Huston too, in her vision, and Lana gulped in trepidation of having to please both.

“Miss Tierney,” he replied, grinning a little too wide for her to focus, “you know what you look like you need?”

“What’s that, Mr. Huston?”

“Call me Jack.”

“What’s that Jack?” she tittered, happily courting ruin.

“A nightcap.” Jack declared and was extending a large palm for her before she could second guess. It was the choice of a lion over a wolf here in Hollywood, and Lana had such plans for Mr. Huston. But, like most things, Lana’s plans must wait until Mr. Huston’s plans for her had been satisfactorily met.

Of all the backseats to be poured into in Hollywood, Huston’s was rather plush and smelled nice and had a clinking little bar in the console, well stocked and vintage. Better yet, the car wasn’t his father’s, it was his. As was his mind and his time and his appetite. Lana could only dream of having that sort of brash freedom, for now she must attach herself to those who did if she so much as wanted a taste.

“So what’s with the jacket?” Mr. Huston had the liberty to be casual on a ride back to his house with a much desired starlet, after all, he had a slam dunk assurance she wasn’t going to say no on arrival.

“It belongs to a man who loves me.” she slurred earnestly.

“Pilot?”

“Yes. He writes the sweetest, filthiest things.”

“To you?”

“Only to me.” she whispered with drunken vehemence.

“I bet he does.” Huston laughed.

Mr. Huston enjoyed ribbons: tying them around her, to be specific but of all the novel and varied ways to be satisfactory it wasn’t so bad, and when he lay next to her afterwards as the drug began to take her fully under, Lana was pleased by the heavy arm around her waist. He didn't care about the tonsillitis. Bucky’s jacket hung carefully over the armchair in her line of sight, Jack had been nice about that, too.

Yes she could make some use of Huston and his ribbons and his new army uniform and his government contracts.

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“I was insensible.” Lana maintained the following day at a meeting with Mother and Stewart and a slew of concerned agents and executives who were pleased enough by the engaged cake smashing photographs, less so by the discreet vandalizing of their blonde product by John Huston. “I don’t know what you put in that cake but it did the trick and I was as aghast as you upon waking up where I woke up.”

“And the jacket?” Mother had her priorities straight, troublesome memorabilia first, dear daughter’s virtue second.

“Shoot, I think Huston has it.” Lana whimpered, “I was in such a state, such a rush to leave-“

“Well that was a very unfortunate oversight, Lana.”

“I know.”

“He could use it against us.” Mother fretted.

“He’d make a fool of himself if he did,” Stewart shined best when full of his self-bloated importance and meetings such as these were essential fuel for that importance, “it would look like he took a pilot to bed.”

“Stewart, she’s all over the nation’s morning paper’s wearing the horrid thing!” Mother snapped and while she herself was admittedly awful most times, Lana never doubted she was shrewd, far more than Stewart and all the men in the room she jockeyed for lead with. “In fact Lana, this has really brought to a head a growing issue. Your restlessness, your ingratitude, it’s become insufferable and now it jeparadizes everything. I am speaking of the coat but also of the letters. Oh yes, I know all about those.”

A wise performance required Lana to play the frightened and shocked little miscreant and so she did, wide doe eyes looking beseechingly penitent and horrified in the face of having been caught doing a single independent thing. “Oh mother-“

“They are bad enough with their filth and their familiarity,” mother cut her off, “but to have written to him in your old name! Lana, the carelessness! It’s a mercy he’s dead, think of the presumptuous attitude he would have adopted had he returned. Unthinkable!”

“Dead?” Lana felt her throat close up, wishing desperately to be back in his jacket again, regretting most harshly her high-priced scheming of last night. All of it had been for him, and he was dead.

“Quite dead.” Mother was irritated by her crestfallen state but not so much as to prevent her crowing over little Lana’s misstep. “And now I am burdened with the necessity of tracking down his effects, getting your side of the correspondence back, think of the unpleasantness of contacting his family! Conversations with dead servicemen's families are always so tedious. You do recall what a bore it was for me to have to carry-on with them on your tour. And all of this to get back your filthy, perverse break of discretion.”

“Were they to get out they’d ruin your reputation.” Stewart put in the obvious, “They’d reveal your plain and common upbringing, your drab name and worse, you would be known to be a horny, hungry young woman.”

Lana stared at him across from his desk, that adrift feeling of aloneness taking over her, such as she’d only felt a few times in her life, like when her mother left her on her first studio couch for an audition, despite her pleas to stay. “Yes,” she agreed faintly, “it would be a terrible thing for an object of desire to appear willing. Or wanting, at all capable of their own needs. It would really ruin the shine of it all, I see.”

“Lana!”

“Oh mother, really, pimped out all my life -all for it to be ruined by the suggestion I might like it!”

“It’s worse than all that.” Stewart insisted gravely, immune to female objections and tantrums, “I’ve been contacted this morning by one of the branches of our government dealing with espionage and information,” -no wonder he was feeling so very important today- “and they’re concerned that the German Air Force is aware of your correspondence with Major Agen-“

“It’s Egan, actually.”

“-Agen and a tapped phone call as well, they have concerns, Lana, about the Germans using this connection as leverage on him, now they have him in their camps, under their thumb, at their mercy.”

Lana’s fractured world slid together again like a suctioned mosaic, one focal point of reason being clear. “He’s a prisoner of war.” she knew just the right inquisitive tone to encourage Stewart to keep blabbing.

“Yes.” Stewart was very grave and very important about being privy to this information, and Mother let out a fuming little cluck of her tongue at his fumble.

“So, he’s a prisoner.” she smirked triumphantly at Mother and was not corrected for once. “Not dead.”

“Good as dead.” Mother clarified.

Lana still smiled, she could work with “good as.”

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“Jack?” Lana had timed her delicate attack most carefully, waiting until Huston was relaxed but not asleep, dressing but not in a hurry, happy but not restless, and most importantly, not remotely tired of her.

“What doll?” Jack had a broad back and nice hands, sometimes Lana imagined they were rather like Egan’s, or maybe that’s what she told herself to keep the tears at bay long enough for each amorous performance to conclude, “Your mother bitchin’ about me again?”

“Well,” she shied away into the bedding, “to be honest, yes.”

“Little rebel.” he praised her on his way to sling on his suspenders, apparently he was going out tonight, she felt a clench of panic in her gut at the need to throw her pitch before he left or hushed her.

“Jack I’ve been thinking.” She began again.

“Not what you’re payed for, doll.”

“No, true.” Lana was used to laughing at that same joke told by a couple dozen different men, “But is that skit competition still on? The one for the CBS slot?”

“Yeah, few more days left, why?”

“Anything promising yet?” Lana ventured carefully, Jack was so very busy with all these government contracts for documentaries and proganada shows, and ever since then he’d had a very short fuse, fussy over his stalled artistic dreams. Not that he didn’t care about the war, he did in fact, and that’s why Lana liked him if she liked him at all. But he liked it the way a movie maker does, he wanted to tell stories and he wanted to be somebody important, and if he wasn’t going to be shot at he damn sure would be known to hang about the guys who were.

He was off to the Pacific to film some Marines mucking about on some godforsaken Atoll in a month or more. She had to make her move.

In the meantime, he was to organize a broadcast. Lana bad learned that from the grapevine at Warner’s, Betty D. dropping as much over her three carrots at lunch.

“I was wondering why we haven’t got ourselves an anecdote to Axis Sally.” Lana chose to be blunt, Jack was different from other men, he liked her babified act as much as the next man, but he’d belted her too for ‘playing dumb’. Since then she’d said her mind, as much as she dared and he called her idiotic often, but she’d not been belted again. “Our boys keep listening to that trash, and the housewives too, just to hear reports on the missing and the prisoners.”

“They listen ‘cause she’s sexy and funny.” Jack informed her with a pointed look.

“That too.” Lana contemplated the sheets before her, “But can’t we be funny and sexy too? Instead of demoralizing we could be happy! And we’d not have reports on prisoners but we could give them clues and hope, in case anyone's listening in.”

“Listening in.” Jack had stopped his halfhearted listening to her, wheeling suddenly with cuff links partway hanging, “You mean in camps?”

“Camps. Resistance. Wherever.”

“They don’t let them have radios, ya know.” Huston pointed out, but it wasn’t said in argument, he was pondering too.

“You know they still manage.” Lana smiled softly and he smiled back.

“Ok, what’s the pitch?” He sighed and sat himself down again on the side of the bed, evening plans abandoned for the moment.

Lana’s heart swelled with hope and the delicious feeling of being taken seriously. Even if she was lying in his bed with hair a mess and dignity mighty rumpled. “Perhaps we could tack onto Fred Allen’s spot? Hasn’t he got a vacancy? A variety show? A skit? I don’t know, but we could have repeat actors and we could have guest stars. And it could- it could be a girl-“

“-Allied Sally.” Huston joked and Lana genuinely snickered at that.

“Something like that.” She agreed, chagrined at the need for a catchy, corney radio name, “And she could be waiting for her sweetheart, sending him messages and well wishes and jokes and -Oh! The score! The scores on everything! Baseball! Jack!”

“Calm down, calm down, it’s decent.” Jack hushed her, waving her giddy self back down as she warmed to her topic, “And you could be her.” he stated the obvious.

“Don’t you think I’d manage it well?” She cajoled, cocking her shoulder in her best pantomime of a coquette. “Aren’t I funny and sexy, Mr. Huston?”

“Hmph,” he scratched his cheek and stared at her as if summing up the likelihood of this working, “needs another angle. Beyond skits.”

“Alright. Like what?”

Huston secured his cuff links, smile broadening as his mind began to whirl, “Letters.” he stated and Lana’s heart froze, “Love letters, we gotta keep it sexy, you said so yourself. There’s nothing so funny as a redacted letter being read out over the censors. The constant beeps alone will get laughs, give it the right inflection in between and you’ll have a game on your hands with the listeners guessing and filling in.”

“Letters.” Lana mumbled in agreement, numb at the brilliance of it and filled with horror at the idea of monetizing what John Egan had given her -connection, love, devotion, grit, humor. But this broadcast, it might be the only way to keep in any sort of contact with him. At what cost? Would he care at all for her after it? Would he think she used him up for a little business inspiration? Oh she couldn’t bear it, yet worse, she couldn’t bear life as Vincent’s wife, locked in for another ten years at Warner’s under mother’s thumb. “It’s brilliant.”

“Almost uncanny how likely a story it is.” Huston grunted as he pulled on a shoe, sending her a sly look that broke her a heart a little more, “Nothing so powerful as a tale based on a real thing, Lana.” he reminded forcefully.

The letters, the blackmail her mother hung over her, all of it dealt with if this pitch became a reality. It would all fade into a myth. And with it all the realness John had brought her. “Yes, I said -it’s brilliant.”

“Yeah, well, easy does it for now.” He cautioned, “Gotta sort your mother and let that contract expire gently. I’ll pitch it myself. See what CBS can wrangle up. Don’t get your hopes up and keep that jacket safe, it’ll be invaluable when we get you a storyline for it.”

“Right.”

“Well go on, tell mommy dearest.” he goaded, nodding to the phone.

“Oh they wouldn’t be approving.” Lana disagreed, referring to the whole pack of them, her mother and her lawyers and her agents.

“Why not? Sounds like great business. Solves all the scandal too.”

“Something like this part-“ Lana demurred, “-wouldn’t suit my image, mother says.”

Jack barked out a rough laugh, plopped back down on the bed and tugging the sheets from her clutches. “Your mother does realize you’re walking wank material, right? That’s your image.”

“Yes,” Lana sighed, “but…unwilling, she says. That’s the crucial part.”

“Oh. Yeah, well,” Jack eyed her up, “you do make a great impression of a scared lamb in bed.”

“They’re concerned it’ll make me too independent. Like the War Bond tour,” she gave a wistful smile, “I kissed so many boys my lips swelled right up. It was grand.”

“Now Lana,” Huston cautioned, “I’m not on any crusade to liberate you, myself.”

“Oh I know!” She was quick to assure, ever the obliging little lady, “And I don’t want to be. Not from you or the studio-“

“-just from mother dearest?” he nodded knowingly, not knowing the half of it.

“Yes.” she pretended great relief at his perception.

“Huh, well, good. Because this idea would have a contract of its own, and it would be long if I’m any judge of the longevity of the project. You’ll be locked in for years.”

“But it’ll be my choice.” She reaffirmed, and this time she meant it.

“And you’ll look willing.” Jack grinned and she grinned back, compulsively like a child mimicking their threat. “Might take some practice though, to make you look willing. Get over here, doll.”

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Major Gale Cleven was appreciative of the dangers of listening to the radio in camp, it was one of those necessary and crucial risks that required responsible stewardship and utmost care. It wasn’t a flippant pastime and it wasn’t a recreation, but then again, neither was it strictly business. Like much of their lives as prisoners of war, he and his fellow soldiers toed a strict line between honoring their captors’ jurisdictions while also thwarting their imposed restrictions at every possible juncture.

Sometimes one should listen to the radio because that is what free men did, and Gale Cleven tried by any means possible- letters, books, calculus or his frigid metal headset- to stay free in his mind, to comport himself with the same surety as his free counterpart.

Otherwise, you lived like a ghost in your own body. And that was no good for oneself or those around you. As everyone who shared a bunk and combine with John Egan was quickly learning. The immediate joy of reuniting with him, the fear of losing him to his wounds, the relief of his recovery, it had all leveled out at the end like a anticlimactic ride on a rollercoaster, skidding to a plateau where he was neither well enough to be exempt from Gale’s concern, nor ill enough to warrant the patience required to put up with his rabid moods. Always restless, being kept in the glamorized equivalent of a dog run was hardly fitting for his nature. It was hard on everyone, but Gale wasn’t such a relativist as to assume John Egan had it the same as everyone. Some folks required more miles and more sky to keep them sane, and Bucky was one of those.

It had tipped Gale into a habit that could no longer be qualified as strictly informative, nor could he defend it as necessary where he to get caught. It was undoubtedly poor stewardship to spend an extra half hour listening to the inane comedy of a BBC guest production. But he had started it to cheer Brady when Glenn Miller’s band was on, and it had done such good for him and Bucky as they crowded ‘round, that Gale had since stayed alert for any other such ‘triviality’ that might be of use.

If the Colonel walked in and demanded an explanation for this extra bit of carelessness, Cleven thought he might make a decent defense about waiting for Ed Murrow to come on, broadcasting for CBS from London, always with a decent take on what was happening in the war. The motivation of Murrow often having stars on his program was completely erroneous.

Or so Gale swore to himself for the tenth time as Demarco kept watch and he himself painstakingly tuned the dials and bent his ear to sort the static.

There was music and the typical overlap of voices for awhile until he honed it down, British and American accents floating in, obnoxiously layered all on top of each other still, yet this time intentional. He must’ve hit a variety show. He gave himself two minutes, that much he’d allow and if the thing he’d been waiting for in secret for months did not occur,

he’d move right on or pack up for the night.

“I’m not sure about no boy writing you letters!” a man’s voice crackled through, comedically irate.

The next voice was girlish, smooth despite the poor frequency and made the hair of Gale’s arms stand on end from universal male appreciation and a gut wrenching sense of recognition: “Well I don’t know any more about it, paw paw, except that he loves me and I love him!”

“Yeah?” -Gale thought perhaps that was Bob Hope’s voice, play acting as the fuming father figure, “Yeah, then tell me, dear daughter, what sorta fella calls the girl he loves: Acorn! Huh?”

Gale’s eyes bugged from his head, glassy and shocked and Crank rushed over in solidarity, terribly sure the whole continent of North America had just been reported as broken off into the sea. “What is it Buck?”

“Crank!” Gale croaked, “Go! Go get Egan, tell him his girl’s on the radio and to get his ass in here, goooo!”

“Egan’s got a girl?” Benny was bewildered.

“Acorn!” Brady and Gale yelled in unison.

“But that’s Lana Tierney.” Crank pointed over the spunk wall, or as it was called in more noble moments of higher aspiration, the Wall of Hopes and Dreams, where Lana and Rita smiled tantalizingly and warm from their crinkled posters, down on the men’s bunks.

“Yes, Acorn. Go!”

Gale held his breath and listened harder, trying to gauge how far into the sketch he had caught them, wishing them to linger, as if by sheer willpower alone he could make her stay on until Bucky got there.

Fuck -acorn? Why would she use that? She had to be out of her mind to dare a thing like that, had to be just to get his attention, right? Surely? Had to be out of her mind, Gale decided, which was just another diagnosis for love. And that gave him pause.

“What’s your feller anyway? He a squirrel?” Bob Hope was pressing the issue right as Bucky burst in with a flurry of flapping overcoat and steaming breath.

“Get in here, come on, get over here.” Gale stood up and pointed to his vacated seat, shoving Bucky down for good measure and crouching to press the headpiece to his ear, wanting to share it for some idiotic reason, as if like a parent he could cut the cord if something sad or risky came on.

“Maybe he is,” Lana was breathily defending, “and we’ll live happily ever after in our tree. And there’s nothing you or Jerry can do to stop us!”

“Shit.” Egan breathed out reverently like he’d been punched real and good and an epiphany on life was brewing beneath his shuttering smile. “Holy hell it -it is her. It’s acorn.”

“On a show called ‘Dear Acorn’, Bucky.” Brady chimed in, face as lit up for Egan’s current happiness as if it were his own.

“So what’re you twos gonna live on, huh?” Bob Hope crackled through “Love and nuts?”

“Oh well dunno, I do so love my nuts.” Lana rejoined.

“Jesus!” Gale pulled away from the headset like it had personally accosted him for a tumble in the sheets.

“Acorn.”

“Yeah paw paw?”

“You’re nuts.”

“About him I am.”

“Uhuh.”

“And there’s nothing you or Jerry can-“

“-can do about it, I know, acorn.”

“Pinky promise!” Lana chirped a couple thousand miles away, and John Egan obeyed her once more with a raised hand and a crooked finger.

That night at roll call they had something to whisper about, and for once it wasn’t half cooked schemes to climb the barbed wire or try smothering the commandant in his sleep. Instead Bucky was rocking back and forth joyfully on his heels in the bitter night air, trying hard to keep his grin in check as the spotlight swooped over, choosing the intermediate bits of darkness to nag Gale for any bits he’d missed.

“I sent for ya right away, Bucky.” Gale insisted in a gentle whisper out the side of his mouth, “They were just starting to joke about letters being written to an acorn.”

“Can you believe it?” Egan hissed, almost demented in his sudden good cheer, “She’s that proud of me, built a whole damn show on it. Fuck, it makes a man wanna fight a dozen wars.”

Gale eyed him up carefully, the inside of Bucky’s head a foreign place even to him, but if his friend was hopeful and generous enough not to mind his intellectual (or rather, lack of intellect) property being capitalized on for the war effort, then Gale wasn’t about to sow seeds of doubt. “She’s somethin’ else.” he agreed nebulously, and meant it, “Bombs Away Betty, huh?”

“Showing partiality to one branch of the armed services, Buck.” John was back to grinning, “She must’ve liked the jacket.”

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After a long day of practice, the football team retired back to the lockers. The arid scent of sweat coming from the burly strong men filled the air. As the athletes freshened up and went along with their day, only two were left, cooling off; shooting like shit like normal. The first was the teams head linebacker Jensen and the second, his best bro and star quarterback of the team, Ryan.

The two jocks first met when they by chance got paired up as roommates in the freshman dorms. They’re synergy only heightened their football prowess. Thanks to that, they became the dynamic duo for the front liners. They’ve been inseparable since… well until Ryan broke the news.

A knock echoed from the locker room entrance. Jensen walked over and opened the door slightly ajar to see a lanky boyish latino standing there. “Oh uh, hey Mateo,” It was Ryan’s boyfriend. “What’s up?”

Looking evidently intimidated by the broad athlete, he he timidly spoke. “H-hey, I’m looking for Ryan. He asked me to meet him after practice.”

“Oh, yeah. Come on in.” Jensen pulled the door open to let him in. “Hey Ry, your- um, your… Mateo is here.” Though he wants to be supportive, Jensen still had his reservations. When Ryan came out to him he was shocked. All this time he never sensed the impression that his best bro was gay. He would always bring the hottest babes to their room, but was that all just a cover to his real wants?

When he laid on eye on his boyfriend, something clicked in Ryan’s eyes and he put on the warmest grin. “Teo, there you are babe!” The smaller guy walked over to where the football player was, sitting in his personal football cubby and climbed into his lap, teasing for a kiss. Ryan happily obliged pulling Mateo close, locking into a kiss.

Jensen tried to shy his eyes away. He was still adjusting to this new development, but whenever it was him and the two of them, the lovers couldn’t take their eyes and lips away from each other. It was especially awkward since the two got so lost into each other they were practically dry humping during their last hang in the frat house. It could also be cause of some slight jealousy. He wasn’t gay or anything, but he did miss spending quality bro-time. Maybe I should just give them some space, Jensen thought. “I’m gonna head out. I’ll just see you man.”

Ryan pulled away, to the dismay of Mateo. “Ok man I’ll catch you later!” Jensen walked out of the locker room.

He turned back to happily continue the make out section, but at the sound of the door shutting, Mateo climbed off of the man and rolled his eyes. “Finally I thought he’d actually stick around and we’d have to pull that grinding act again.”

“Oh come on, don’t you think that the intense PDA is making the guys too uncomfortable? We don’t want to ruin the real Ryan’s image.”

Mateo cruelly glared at the athlete. In a new mocking tone, he asked. “I’m sorry, are you actually questioning my plans?”

In response Ryan’s cool and confident smile demeanor crumpled. “N-no… sorry Mateo.”

“What did you call me?”

“Sorry, Sir”

Mateo coldly smiled. “That’s better. Do not forget who holds the power in this ‘relationship.’ Now back to business, what is your status on integrating into Ryan’s life.

“Well, everything appears to be fine. No one has suspected anything amiss.”

“Is that so?”

“As far as I’m aware, sir. I did as you told and continued to do the weekly calls with his mom and sister, and I’ve kept up both his grades and exercise regimen to a tee.”

Mateo took a moment to reply, but then simply asked. “What is Ryan’s moms name.” ‘Ryan’ hesitated to answer, which caused his partner to replayed. “His mother’s name, what is it?”

“Uhh I know this, it’s Ana, right?”

Mateo rolled his eyes, reaching out and pulling Ryan by the ear. “You idiot! It’s Amanda! What if that came up in conversation? You would have tipped anyone off immediately!”

“I’m sorry I’m sorry! I promise I will read the character notes you gave me again! I promise I will get it right next time!”

As ‘Ryan pleased, Mateo took note of something else. As he held onto Ryan, it looked as if his skin was stretching unnaturally, almost as it was being pulled away from his head. Pulling tighter, Mateo stretched Ryan’s face harder. From the offices of his eyes and mouth, paler skin much different then Ryan’s sun-touched complexion could be seen. “And let me guess, you haven’t been applying the glue like I instructed you.”

Ryan sounded so small and timid, “I-I’m sorry I forgot to do it the last couple days…”

Mateo let go of his boyfriend and walked over to his duffle. Digging through the sweaty gear he found what he was looking for, a long metallic tube of cream. Without hesitation, he squeezed a hardy dollop of goop into his hand and rubbed it vigorously onto the jocks face. Performing another experimental pull, Ryan’s face held rigid.

“You are really fucking this up. What would you have done if something happened during practice, or in the shower. How do you think those dumb jocks would react if their star players face distorted or came off, revealing some loser posing to be him, wearing his skin like some kind of costume?”

“I-I… I don’t know.”

“Now, is there anything else you want to confess to me before I find out later.”

Ryan bit his lip, but eventually admitted, “There was one little thing. I may have been talking to Jensen and gotten something wrong. Instead of remembering he has a sister, I asked about his brother… But I got him to believe it was a bad joke! I promise he doesn’t suspect a thing!”

Mateo simply rubbed his temple, trying to massage away the pounding headache “You’re on thin ice. Thin fucking ice.”

Ryan hesitated, before standing up. Using his large stature to try and intimidate Mateo, he barked aggressively. “I made some mistakes but I’m getting better, why don’t you get off my back.”

Mateo let out a sigh, turning away from the groveling man. “Do you know why I chose you for this job, Brian?”

At hearing his real name, the guy inside Ryan shuddered. “Umm, because you knew I would do anything for you.”

The Latino man scoffed, “The reason I chose you to put on Ryan and take over his life was because I knew as an actor, you’d be able to slip into the role seamlessly. Besides you even had a fairly convincing impression of the real Ryan. Clearly I was mistaken as your performance has been lackluster at best. What would stop me from taking you out of that suit and replacing you with someone else better suited for the job. I could even get them a voice changer and no one would notice a difference.” He pulled a small remote from his pocket. “One click of this and you will be ejected from Ryan’s suit, forced to go back to your sad, pathetic life as Brian. Just some gay loser no one wants or would ever want?”

Terrified by Mateo’s threat, Ryan fell to his knees, pleading to Mateo. “No please, anything but that! I’m so sorry please don’t take this away from me I promise i will do better, much better!” His voice sounding a bit off, now squeakier than his normal bravado.

Mateo hesitated, teasing his finger on the remotes button, before finally putting it back into his pocket. “Fine. I will give you one last chance. But listen to me… no more screw ups, no more forgetting to maintain the suit, got it? Let this be the last time we have to discuss it. After this, you are Ryan Griffin- my cocky quarterback boyfriend, but in private you are my loyal dumb servant.”

“Y-yes sir.”

“Repeat it,” Mateo demanded.

“I- I am Ryan Griffin, I am your cocky quarterback boyfriend, but in private I shall loyally serve you.”

A sinister smile crept on Mateo’s face. “Atta boy.” He placed his hand, caressing his dumb, stubbly cheek. “Now get changed cause your taking me out to dinner tonight.”

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kisakis-boyfriend · 4 months

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Making Christmas treats with Ranpo, but he pours hot chocolate into his sugar instead because the sneaky little detective is in the jolly spirit for diabates- And couch cuddles with smooches!

Pairings: Ranpo x reader

Warnings: GN!reader, cuteness overload, baking that doesn't go quite as expected..., smooching

Genre/Format: Fluff; Oneshot

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“Ok... So now we just cream together butter and sugar. Got it.” You muttered to yourself, reading the recipe on your phone while cracking an egg into a small bowl

On the counter behind you sat your partner, Ranpo, drinking the hot chocolate that you made from scratch the other day. Creating your own dry mix was a bit difficult, since Ranpo decided to eat cocoa powder every time you looked away... Though you eventually mixed together a rich blend that the two of you could enjoy during your holiday baking marathon

“Hey, babe, can you put that butter in the bowl with sugar in it for me? Thank you.”

Honestly you should have known better than to take your eyes off of him for an extended amount of time... that never ended well. You'd learn your lesson today though

Turning around to find Ranpo tipping his mug over the bowl of sugar (and butter...he did at least do what you asked...). The entire world seemed to move in slow motion as you shouted a squeaky “Nooo!!”, watching in horror as half a mug of the warm, chocolatey beverage dissolved the dry ingredient and melted the fatty butter

Ranpo smiled that adorable eyes-shut smile, apparently pleased with himself, when he turned towards you. Words rose to the surface but quickly died on your tongue, leaving you to stammer in disbelief, flicking your gaze between the soiled bowl of goop and your giggling boyfriend. He broke the silence by explaining, “What? This recipe needs some chocolate! You should thank me for fixing it, y/n!”

“Ranpo you little shit! Why did you do that?!” Despite your shouting, a smile crept onto your face at your boyfriend's antics. You laughed as he started to mix his little concoction with a whisk, blurting out, “C'mere you! You'll pay for that!”

The bowl clattered on the countertop as Ranpo took off running with you hot on his heels, both of you playfully screaming during the pursuit

“You can't run from me, boy! I'll get you!” You shouted, rounding the corner into the living room. Ranpo chucked a throw pillow at you (how ironic) but you expertly smacked it before it hit you in the face. Eventually, you tackled the boy onto the couch, pinning his hands to the cushions and straddling his hips, exclaiming a hearty “Gotcha!” in victory

A pout found its way onto Ranpo's lips. “Y/nnn!! No fair!” Ranpo's childish demeanor is far more obvious when you get into play fights together

“Hehe~ Mess with me, I'll tie you down and eat every last one of those pastries while you watch!” You teased, to which Ranpo stuck his tongue out at you, unable to do much else since you had him pinned

“Stick your tongue out again, see what happens.” You smirk, staring your partner down in a heated showdown. As soon as he did, you closed the distance between your faces, startling Ranpo with a surprise kiss. When you pulled away he was pouting again, this time with a light blush spreading under his skin

Your triumphant giggles filled the room, soon joined by your partner encouraging you (oh so subtly) to continue kissing him, unless you're a coward! The bait worked though, seeing as you attacked his face with soft pecks; not missing his cheeks, nose, jawline, forehead, corners of his eyes, and really any inch of skin up there

By the end of your vicious barrage Ranpo was slightly less upset, giggling along with you. “Ok ok!! Jeez... I know you can't resist me, but can we finish baking now? I'm hungry!”

Ah, yes. His craving for snacks is never quite sated... “In a minute. Just lay in my arms for a tiny bit? Then we'll finish up, I promise!.”

Reluctantly, Ranpo's arms wrapped around you, hugging you close and sighing in content

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rhoorl · 6 months

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Delta Landscaping | Chapter 8: Saturdays, Am I Right?

Series Summary: In this AU, the boys of Delta Force start a new business post-Colombia.

Series Masterlist | Chapter 8 A03 Link

Rating: Explicit (18+)

Word Count: 6.8k

Chapter Summary: A Saturday around Mule Fall Court. Plus we get two cameo appearances.

Chapter Warning: Swearing. Oral (m receiving). Reminder, I don’t have a beta for this, so any mistakes are all mine.

A/N: Thank you for all of the love for Frankie in the last chapter! Although this is another Will-heavy chapter I appreciate you sticking with me. I promise the other guys will get some of the spotlight too. More notes from me at the end.

Katie’s eyes flutter open, catching the light coming through the slight crack in her curtains. She hears soft snores behind her and turns to see Will fast asleep. He looked so peaceful, beautiful really.

He starts to stir a bit so she turns around and closes her eyes pretending to be asleep. The last thing she wanted was for him to wake up to her staring at him. She feels him get up and turn to check his phone on the nightstand.

Katie could tell he was peering over to check if she was still asleep. She feels him nestle back under the covers and inch closer to her, wrapping an arm around her, making her smile. She leans back into his touch as he nuzzles his face into her neck.

"Are you awake?" He whispers.

"Mhmm," she manages, as he kisses her neck.

"How're you feelin'?" He brings his hand around to trace down her body from her waist to her hips and back.

"I have a headache, feel kinda weak…the usual," she laughs.

"I'm sorry, we'll try and keep it down so you can rest."

"Oh don't be silly Will, I can still function. I've had to do a lot more, feeling a lot worse," she chuckles, looking back to see him biting his bottom lip nervously. "Hey, it's all good. It was a very sweet thought," she kisses him. "You're good at those," she kisses him again.

"Oh yeah?" He smiles into another kiss which he deepens as he moves on top of her.

"W-Will, we c-can't…it's gonna get messy," she manages to get out between shaky breaths.

Will pulls back and looks at her, his hand tracing the side of her face. “I don’t mind. Just throw a towel down,” he smirks, before getting a bit more serious. “But if you really don’t want to, there’s still other ways we could have some fun,” he arches his eyebrows and bites his bottom lip.

“What do you have in mind, soldier?” The corner of her mouth turns up at his playfulness.

“Just lay back and relax,” he murmurs as he drops down to her waist.

He inches the bottom of her shirt up and starts leaving light kisses along her stomach, working up. Katie’s hips buck up, anticipating Will’s next move. She clenches her eyes closed, trying to breathe as he takes one of her nipples in his mouth, swirling his tongue around as his other hand lightly cups her other breast. A shudder comes over Katie as she savors the pleasure Will’s mouth is giving her. She throws her head back, whimpering as he continues.

“Is this ok? You aren’t too sensitive or sore or anything,” he stops to ask, looking up at her.

“N-no, you’re doing great…I mean, ha, it’s…yea, it’s good Will.” She giggles as he goes back to work.

She sneaks a glance down to look at him but then something catches her eye. Seeing movement she lets out a yelp.

“Fuck, what happened? Are you ok?” Will’s head snaps up, searching her face.

“Ah, n-no, um…” she points a trembling finger to where the wall meets the ceiling.

Will whips around to see what she’s pointing at. His shoulders relax when he sees what has her so scared – a small gecko perched on the wall. “You’ve never had a gecko in your house before?”

“Once…scared the shit out of me. I had to call Meg to get Connor over here to grab it.”

“These are kind of a thing here in Florida,” he smirks, trying to give her a hard time before he realizes how scared she truly is. “Well, good thing I’m here. I’ll take care of it.” He winks and gives her a quick kiss before hopping out of bed and throwing his jeans on, leaving the top button unbuttoned.

Will makes quick work of capturing the little creature and takes it outside. He's washing his hands in the kitchen as Katie comes around the corner dressed in some comfy pants and an oversized t-shirt, her hair in a messy bun.

“My hero! I’m so glad you were here” she smiles, skipping over to him and wrapping her arms around his neck, kissing him. “Sorry we had to cut the fun short,” she pouts.

Will’s chest puffs out a little at her praise. “Ah, that’s okay.” He runs his hands down her sides.

“I…um…I’ll make it up to you later,” she winks.

“Oh really? Hmm…I wonder how you’re going to do that,” he smiles and kisses her before pushing her back towards the kitchen island, deepening the kiss. After a few minutes, he pulls back. “Shit, what time is it?” He looks at the clock above her oven. “Fuck, sorry. I need to go before Benny wakes up,” he laughs.

“Ok,” she sighs.

“I’ll be right back. Well, I’ll have two sidekicks with me, but I’ll be back."

Will runs back to her room to grab his shirt, making sure to give her a quick kiss before leaving and hopping into his Jeep for the short drive down to 319.

He’s thankful that it’s still early in the morning. It had been years since he’d done a walk of shame, and while there was no shame in this return, he still wasn’t too keen on running into any of his neighbors.

He just parked and got out of his Jeep when Olivia’s front door flew open. CJ and Max ran to the van as Olivia trailed balancing Diana on her hip along with various backpacks and bags.

“Boys, hey! Hold on a sec lemme open the door,” she huffed out, fishing her keys from her crossbody and hitting the button for the automatic doors on her minivan to open.

“Hi, Mr. Will! You look nice!” CJ yelled over to Will, waving.

“Hi Mr. Will, we’re going to soccer practice. Mom says it’s good for us to get our energy out! Hey, your button isn’t buttoned,” Max pointed to Will’s jeans.

“Hey boys,” Will waved, looking sheepishly over to Olivia. “Hey, Liv! Mornin'."

Olivia was oblivious to the fact that Will was dressed in a wrinkled shirt and buttoning the top button of his jeans. “Hey, Will! Boys, get in, get your iPads. I’ll be right there. Hey!” She walks to the front of her driveway, nodding for Will to join her. “I’m glad I saw you! I was meaning to reach out to you guys. So, it’s the boys’ birthday next week. I know the idea of going to a party with a bunch of eight-year-olds probably doesn’t sound too appealing, but the whole Neighborhood Wa-...um…I mean, the whoel crew is invited. And you guys are part of that! Frankie and Santiago too!” She smiles.

“Aw, thanks Liv. That’s really nice. Yeah, I’m sure the guys are down. Just..um…text me the details.”

“Ok cool. Chris has a friend who owns a skating rink so we're gonna rent it out. Should be fun!”

“Well, awesome, I’m looking forward to it, haven't skated in years!”

“Nice. Well, um, see you later!”

And with that, she turned on her heels to head back to her van and buckle Diana into her car seat.

Will breathed a sigh of relief as he made his way up the driveway, unlocking the door.

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Katie busied herself with making some coffee and picking up when she heard a knock at her door. She wasn’t expecting Will and company so soon, but she was giddy at the thought of seeing him again.

She opened the door without looking, “Back so soon, huh? Shit, you scared me!”

Megan was standing at her doorway with a basket of freshly baked muffins - double chocolate chip, Katie’s favorite. She also had a bottle of wine tucked under her arm. “I thought you could use some chocolate for now…and then some wine, for later,” she winked.

“Jesus Meg, I thought… never mind, come in. Thank you for these, I haven’t eaten yet.”

“Well, make me a cup of coffee, I need to hear about last night…and apparently this morning from the looks of you,” she snorted as Katie rolled her eyes.

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Frankie woke up, feeling a bit lighter after he shared some of his past with Lucille last night. A phone call to his sister made things even better. He booked an impromptu trip to see her in a couple of days. Although the boys did not flaunt their money, Frankie had to admit it was nice to be able to drop everything and just go and not have to worry.

He threw a shirt on and walked to the kitchen to see Santiago already busy making breakfast, listening to music, his hips swaying to the beat.

“Hey cabron, you hungry?” Santiago asks as he cracks some eggs into a bowl.

“Ah, sure, yeah. Thanks.” Frankie pours himself a cup of coffee from the pot Santiago brewed. “How was your night?”

“Good. It was nice.”

“Did you behave yourself?”

Santiago rolls his eyes, “Yes. The hell man? I was with David and Ty too, you know. We just went to a restaurant and then to a wine bar. It was actually a pretty nice place. I'd suggest you take a girl there if you ever decide to date again," Frankie rolls his eyes. "Anyway, the three of them went back together and I took an Uber home. I’m pretty sure I beat you back, actually.”

Frankie sets his coffee cup down and lifts both of his hands up, “Okay, hermano. Jeez, I didn’t mean to strike a nerve so early in the morning.”

“I just…ugh… never mind. How was your night?”

“Good. Great, actually. I uh…called Valeria. I’m going to go see her, Alyssa, and the kids this week.”

“You’re flying to Dallas? Just like that?”

“Well, yeah. I mean, why wait," Frankie scratches the back of his head, his curls wild from sleep. "And plus, it was like the only good time to go. Between both of their work schedules and stuff, I would have had to wait months.”

“Nice. Well, I’m happy for you. Shit how old is Leia now?”

“She just turned two. Damn, you reminded me that I need to go and get her a present today. Maybe after we get done at Melissa’s we can swing by someplace.”

“Yeah, sure. So when are you leaving?”

“I’m gonna leave Monday, after my meeting. Gotta see if I can move it up a bit earlier…but I’ll come back on Friday.”

“Ok cool, well I can drive you, we’ll figure it out.”

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Will walks into the house, surprised to hear SportsCenter on the TV.

Shit. He thought to himself, knowing his brother was awake and therefore going to give him a hard time. Walking further into the house, he sees Benny looking out their sliding door to the backyard eating cereal out of a large bowl. Hearing the front door close, Benny turns and lights up with the biggest smile.

“Oh shit! There he is! You like the little present I left you?” He winks, setting down his bowl and running over to his brother, slapping him on the chest. “Have a good night?”

Will just rolls his eyes and walks down the hallway to his room, pulling his shirt off.

Benny trails after him, “Oh c’mon. I know you don’t really kiss and tell anymore, but you’re not gonna give me anything?”

“Ben. If I tell you anything, you’re going to make it super fucking awkward when we go over there in a bit. I don’t want her to be embarrassed.”

“Oh ok, so you guys haven’t fucked yet, cool cool.” Benny busts out laughing as Will chases him into the bedroom.

“You’re lucky you’re so fucking tall otherwise I’d beat your ass kid.”

“Ha ok, whatever.” Benny leans against the wall in Will’s room as his brother changes. “But seriously, did you have a good night?”

Will sees the sincerity in his brother’s eyes. “Yeah, it was nice. She’s fucking awesome man. So funny and smart and creative…”

“And hot. Ow!” Will throws his jeans at Benny. “I’m just saying, for you. I mean, she’s pretty, don't get me wrong.”

“Yeah, she’s pretty fuckin’ hot,” Will smirks as Benny whoops and plops onto Will’s bed. “How was your night?”

“Good. You’ll be happy to know I executed another flawless mission. Your boy Jax really stepped up.”

“He’s a good guy.”

“Yea…Connor texted me this morning, well it was late last night but I didn’t see it til I woke up. He and Aria were up talking on the phone til real late. He’s probably gonna be a bit tired this mornin',” Benny laughs.

“Ha nice, well I’m glad it all worked out.”

Will changes into a pair of black basketball shorts and a cut-off concert tee. He grabs his socks and a pair of sneakers too. “You ready?”

“Yeah, I think Connor should be over any minute. Gotta just grab my hat and some tools and I’m all good to go.”

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Connor came over right on time, a little tired so Benny gave him a RedBull. The three of them decided to walk over to Katie’s house, the older guys lovingly teasing Connor who blushed every time he talked about Aria. Will casually used some old interrogation techniques to coax out of Connor the fact that they kissed. Connor confessed to heading to the exact place Benny told him about, the only spot in the whole park not visible from the vantage point Benny chose.

They laughed as they reached Katie’s porch. “Damn, I didn’t realize how much water damage there was here,” Benny says, observing how the porch beams bow out.

He reaches his hand out to touch one of them when Will slaps his hands away, “Don’t touch it, man. The whole fucking thing could cave in, s’far as we know. I’m gonna call Joel later when we take a break.”

“Isn’t he gonna be busy with Sarah?” Benny asked.

“Nah, he’s probably out at some job site this morning.”

“Oh on a weekend? So does Steph have Sarah then?”

“Yea. They do a bit longer of a switch during the summer, two weeks at a time. He takes advantage and runs himself ragged, pulling 12-hour days. I dunno why he does that shit to himself.”

“Who’s Joel? And Steph and Sarah?” Connor asks, looking between the two men.

“Oh, shit, sorry. Joel’s our cousin. Sarah’s his daughter. And Steph’s her mom,” Benny fills the boy in on their extended family as Will knocks on the door.

Megan answers the door, “Hey boys!”

“Mom?”

“Yeah, sorry to cramp your style C,” she winks. “Figured I’d give Katie some company, while you all worked. Nice to see you're back to no sleeves, Benny,” she laughs.

“I told ya, I don’t dress up for just anyone,” he smirks.

“Hey guys,” Katie comes from around the corner addressing all of them, but looking squarely at Will. Her eyes rake over his exposed arms, remembering how it felt when he held her this morning. “Come in, lemme show you where everything is.”

“Benny the builder reporting to duty,” he fake salutes, following Katie into the house.

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Katie and Megan catch up on a reality show as the guys make quick work of assembling a series of items. She honestly thought it was going to take them all day, but as it neared lunchtime, they had almost all of it done.

“Hey,” she walks into the spare room where they set up shop. “You boys hungry? We were thinking of ordering some pizza.”

“Hell yeah!” Connor pumps his fist before looking at Katie who squints at him. “I mean, awesome, Ms. Katie. That sounds great, thank you.”

“You’re too sweet C,” she laughs. “Any requests?”

“As long as there’s pepperoni on something I’m good. Will’s pretty easy, aren’t ya Will?” Benny snorts as Will rolls his eyes.

“I’m good with whatever, just not green peppers.”

“No green peppers, huh? Hmm…”

“Red flag?” Benny offers.

“I dunno…that’s borderline,” Katie shakes her head, smiling as she walks out.

Will slaps Benny and they both start to laugh.

The pizza arrives just as the guys reach a stopping point. They only have one dresser left, the biggest piece. As they all sit around, talking and eating, Will suddenly remembers that he needs to call Joel.

“Shit, you mind if I make a quick call? My cousin’s a contractor and I wanted to get his opinion on your porch.”

“Your porch? What’s wrong with the porch?” Megan asks with her mouth full, looking at Katie.

“It’s definitely got water damage,” Benny chimed in. “Shit’s probably gonna cave in any minute-”

“Jesus Benny!” Will smacks him on the arm. “It’s not going to cave in at any minute Kat, er Katie.” He shot daggers at his brother for not having more tact. “But, it’s probably not something you’re going to want to wait on, ‘specially since it’s the summer and we get a lot of rain. But anyway, lemme call him real quick.”

“Ok, thanks Will, I appreciate you guys looking into it,” Katie smiles, trying to avoid Megan’s knowing look. Her ex was never this invested in home projects or anything that interested Katie. She didn’t need anyone to take care of her, but she had to admit it felt nice to have someone care.

Will pulls the phone in front of him, waiting for Joel to answer. When he finally does, a big smile comes across Will’s face. “Hey J, you got a minute?”

“J Moneeeyyy!” Benny yells, throwing himself into frame so Joel can see him.

“Ah, shit, both of you? Hold on, I’m gonna need to go somewhere, gimme a minute. Hey Tommy! I’ll be right back ok?”

Katie and Megan both exchange quick glances after hearing the low, Southern drawl coming from Will’s phone. They were both curious what the owner of that voice looked like, sure that he had to have some of the Miller good looks.

“Shit, Tommy’s there, tell ‘em we say hi!” Benny smiles.

Joel huffs as he walks away from the job site to his truck. Closing the door, he wipes his face with his forearm. “Ok, this about your neighbor?”

“Um, ah, yeah.” Will tries to keep his cool. He and Joel had exchanged a few texts about Katie, mostly about the porch but Joel did ask about her as well, curious about who had piqued the interest of his favorite cousin. “She’s actually here, I’m at her house now.” Will motions to Katie to come say hi.

Megan practically pushes her off the couch as Katie walks over behind the couch Will and Benny are sitting on. She sucks in a breath when she sees the man on the other side of the phone.

He looks to be a little bit older than Will, but not by much. Will mentioned he was in Texas, so Katie could only assume it was as hot there as it was in Florida. Joel looked a bit grimy, his hair matted to his forehead and his neck glistened with sweat. She caught a glimmer of what looked to be a silver chain underneath his greasy t-shirt. When Katie popped into frame, Joel immediately straightened up, running his fingers through his hair.

They both smile at each other before Joel clears his throat, “Ah hi, you’re Katie?”

“Uh, y-yea, how’d you…” Katie looked at Will who was blushing a bit.

“Oh, Will’s had nothing but good things to say about you, darlin'. Sounds like you got a lil problem with the porch?”

“Uh, yeah, apparently so.” Katie bites her lip.

“I can, uh, I can show you, Joel. Does that work?”

“Yeah, helps to see how much it’s bowin' out.”

“Ok, lemme take you over there. One sec, I’ll be right back.”

And with that, Will takes the phone away and heads outside.

“So, who’s your cousin?” Megan asks Benny.

“Oh, Joel? He’s our oldest cousin. Our dads are brothers.”

“Ah ok, and where does he live?” Katie was so thankful Megan was taking up asking the questions because she was still trying to find her words.

“Oh he and his daughter live in Austin,” Benny said between bites.

“So he’s married?”

“Why you lookin’?” Benny teases as Megan rolls her eyes. “Nah, he’s been divorced for a while. He and Steph make it work for Sarah. They aren’t like super close, but they’re not gonna slash each other’s tires either if that makes sense.”

Will walks back into the living room, “Thanks, man. Tell Sarah and Tommy we say hi.”

“When’re you gonna come visit us? I miss youuuuu!” Benny yells.

“Ha, miss you too, lil bean. I’ll try and figure somethin’ out. It’s been a while since I’ve gone on a vacation.”

“Nice! And hey we could probably use your help around the house too!”

“Ben, what the fuck? We aren’t gonna invite him out here just to work. The hell is wrong with you?” Will shakes his head.

“Nah, it’s all good. You boys know I can’t go a few days without gettin' my hands into somethin’. Let’s plan on it…gotta talk with Steph and sort it out, but we should. It’s been a while.”

“Woohoo! Hell yeah!” Benny runs over to his brother and smiles. “You’re gonna love it here J. We have a pool, we’re close to the beach. We could go to a baseball ga-”

“Ok, Ben. Calm down,” Will laughs. Benny loved Will, but he always had a soft spot for Joel.

“Hey, shit, sorry gotta go. The electrical guy just showed up and I’ve been tryna track his ass down for about a week. We’ll talk soon!” Joel nods as he disconnects the call.

“How bad’s the damage?” Katie winced, not sure she wanted to hear the bad news.

“Eh, it’s definitely something you have to get fixed, but we really can’t tell the extent of the damage until we start poking around more. Joel said it’s okay for now, but you shouldn’t let it go too much longer. So we’ll research it more and handle it, don’t worry,” Will smiles and rubs her knee before realizing there were three other sets of eyes on them. He clears his throat, “Guys, ready to get back to it? Only one more thing to go.”

“Yeah, let’s do it!” Connor gets up, collects all of their plates, and takes them to the kitchen.

Once the three guys are down the hall to the spare room, Megan looks over to Katie. “So, was he as hot as he sounded?”

“Fuck yeah, he was.” They bust out in giggles as they turn their show back on.

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“So what's she wants help with?” Frankie asks as he turns onto Mule Fall Court rolling past Benny and Will’s house and continuing down the street to Melissa’s.

“She was talking about how the backyard is so plain. She wanted to add in some stuff but wasn’t sure. Figured it would be easier if we could walk it with her and hear what she was thinking.”

“Hmm, ok.” Frankie cuts his eyes quickly over to Santiago as he parks his truck in the driveway.

Melissa must have been waiting for them because she came out of her house as the men were getting out of Frankie’s truck. “Hey guys!” She waves and walks over, giving each a kiss on the cheek and a hug. Frankie notices that she gives him a side hug and uses both arms when hugging Santiago. They make some small talk when they see a black SUV pull up to the house next door.

“Hey, isn’t that the house for sale?” Frankie asks.

“Yeah, it is. Lucille called me this morning actually to tell me that Ethan said the clients accepted the offer. They're meeting him this morning to do a walkthrough, so this must be them.”

The three of them look over as the doors to the SUV open up. The driver was a man, who looked to be in his 40’s. He was an attractive, pretty clean-cut-looking guy with a neatly trimmed beard and mustache. He wore jeans and a light blue V-neck T-shirt. His passenger was a beautiful woman, slightly younger than him, dressed in a yellow floral maxi dress. Melissa admired her gorgeous curls and the huge sparkly ring that caught the light beautifully. Tumbling out from the back door was a little boy, probably around the same age as Olivia’s boys. The woman opened the passenger door behind her and pulled out a little girl from the car seat.

“Hey there!” The man waves with a warm smile.

Melissa, Santiago, and Frankie all wave back. “Hi, I’m Melissa! You all the new neighbors?”

“We hope so! As long as everything goes smoothly these next few weeks,” the woman smiles as the family walks over.

“Oh, nice! Well, I’m Melissa. I live here,” she points to her house.

“Nice to meet you! I’m Victoria and this is my husband Marcus and our kids, Nicholas and Mariella.”

“Nice to meet you all! This is Frankie and Santiago, their friends Benny and Will live down the street. They just moved in recently too.”

“Santiago?” Victoria furrows her brows. “Hablas español?”

“Si, por supresto, él también,” Santiago responds, nodding towards Frankie with his chin.

“Que bueno. Fair warning, he understands more than he lets on," she winks, rubbing Marcus' back.

“Hey, after almost 10 years, what do you expect? Me and your abuela are practically holding full conversations at this point,” Marcus laughs, putting his arm around his wife and giving her a quick peck on the cheek, making her chuckle and their son groan. “So, uh, you like it here then, Melissa? It’s a good neighborhood?”

“Oh yeah. We have a lot of fun and always like an excuse to get together. Hey, maybe when you all get settled we can throw you a welcome party! There're some other kids here on the block too who you can play with,” she smiles, looking at Nicholas who was playing with some action figures.

“That’s awesome to hear. That’s what Ethan said too. Once we move in I’ll have to get some recommendations from you for stuff, like a landscaping company for starters because this,” she points to the front lawn of 306 Mule Fall Court, “this needs to get updated ASAP,” she laughs.

“Ha, I hear you. Well once you get settled in, I’ll be sure to give you a full rundown,” Melissa winks.

“When’re you all supposed to move in?” Frankie chimes in.

“Soon,” Marcus responds. “Trying to move in here before Nico here starts school,” he ruffles his son’s hair, getting a giggle from the boy.

"My sister is moving in with us too, so it's going to be a full house."

"She single?" Santiago asks, glancing quickly at Frankie, not seeing Melissa's scrunched-up face.

"Ha, she is," Victoria smirks. "She's act-" Victoria is cut off by the roar of Ethan's engine as he makes his way up the driveway. "Ah, well, looks like we gotta go. It was so nice to meet you all."

"Yeah, nice to know who's next door," Marcus smiles. “We’ll see you all around.”

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“Wow, I can’t thank you guys enough for this. It would have taken me several weekends to get all of this together,” Katie puts her hands on her hips, admiring the boys' work and how her house was starting to transform into the vision she had designed through her countless Pinterest boards.

Megan tosses Connor and Benny some bottles of water as Will lifts up his shirt to wipe the sweat from his brow. She didn’t miss Katie swallowing hard at the sight of Will’s abs.

“Well, this was fun. Glad you all could finally get some of this furniture together,” Megan clasps her hands, grabbing her purse. “I’m gonna head out, probably going to go see Lulu. C wanna come with?”

“Ah, I could really use a shower Mom,” Connor winces as he smells under his arm.

“You know what, you’re right. Ok, let’s get you home,” she starts to walk out, looking at Benny who was sitting on the couch.

He glances over at his brother who had a look in his eye he hadn’t seen in a while. Smirking to himself, Benny gets up and stretches, his shirt riding up a bit. “Hmm…I’m beat. Gonna go take a shower, myself. Hey, thanks for lunch, Katie. Will, I’ll uh, I’ll catch you later.”

And with that, Katie and Will found themselves alone. Will reaches his arm up, rubbing the back of his neck as his eyes graze over Katie.

“What’re you looking at,” she blushes, walking over to him.

“Hmm…nothing, just thinking.”

“About what?” She reaches up on her tiptoes to kiss him.

He returns her kiss, wrapping his arms around her waist. “How I couldn’t wait for them to leave,” he whispers into her ear as he trails kisses down her neck, sending a shiver down her spine.

“I…ah…I still owe you from this morning,” she manages to get out, despite her shaky breath.

“You don’t owe me anything,” he smiles and nips at where her neck meets her shoulder before soothing it with his tongue.

Reluctantly, Katie pulls back, looking at Will squarely in the eyes. “I know, but I…I want to. I, uh, I have an idea,” she smirks, pulling him by the arm down toward her room. Will bites his lower lip, but a nervous chuckle still escapes.

Once they get into Katie’s room, she grabs Will’s shoulders and leads him towards the end of her bed. “Ok, uh…sit down. Actually, uh…lie down. Uh, on your…stomach.”

Will furrows his brow, “Um…ok?”

“And, um, take your shirt off too,” she quickly added while she still had the nerve.

“You tryna take advantage of me, sweetheart?” Will purses his lips, before laughing.

“C’mon. Just do it.” Katie rolls her eyes.

Will grabs the bottom of his shirt with one hand and removes it in a smooth, swift move. He turns and moves up her bed, laying face down on her pillow. He hears Katie walk over to grab something off of her dresser and then feels the bed dip as she gets on, straddling his waist.

She leans over his body, her chest at his back, “You must be so sore after all of that work you did today, huh?”

He turns his head slightly to the side, catching her eye as he nods.

“Well, then let me help you out with that.” She grabs the bottle of lotion she brought with her and rubs some in her hands to warm it up. Her mouth was salivating as she looked at the man sprawled out on her bed between her legs.

She starts with his shoulders, moving down his back, feeling the cords of his muscles. He whimpers slightly as she works out some of the knots she comes across. It’s hard to know how much time passes, but once she feels Will’s muscles totally relax she swings her leg around, lying down next to him.

He looks so relaxed, cracking one eye open to look at her as he smiles. “That was fucking awesome. You have magic hands,” he laughs as he turns to his side, using one of his hands to trace down Katie’s body from her ribcage to her hip.

They stay like this for a few moments, enjoying the silence but both feel some tension building. Finally, it was Katie who broke, leaning over and pushing Will so he was lying on his back. She straddles him again, kissing and nipping, finding his sensitive spots as she works from his neck down his body.

When she reaches his stomach, he stops her, grabbing both of her arms. “Hey, let me take care of you fir-”

“Nope,” she cuts him off, emphasizing the p. “You did all of this hard work for me today, I want to show you how…uh…thankful I am,” she smirks as she moves down to the waistband of his shorts.

His breath gets shaky as she presses her mouth to the outside of his shorts, feeling a twitch as he gets harder. He takes a fistful of bedsheets in his grip as he feels her warm breath tease him.

She looks back up at him through her eyelashes and works his shorts down. Will lifts his hips up to help her as he springs free. She bites her lower lip, taking in this visual before moving her hands to lightly grip his thighs. He was trying so hard to stay still. She moves closer, down to the base, flattens her tongue against him, and works her way up, stopping to swirl her tongue around the head. Will throws his head back, bucking his hips up. Katie was caught by surprise and gagged slightly, not expecting that much so soon.

“Fuck, shit I’m sorry,” Will props himself up onto his elbows, before sitting up, reaching for the back of Katie’s head. “Are you ok?”

Katie coughs and composes herself, smiling “Y-yea, I’m fine. Just wasn’t expecting all of that,” she chuckles.

“Shit, neither was I.”

“It’s ok, you havin’ fun?” Her mouth quirks up as he nods. “Ok, good, just lay back and relax.”

She resumes, using her hand to help as she takes him in. Once she gets into a good rhythm, she relaxes her jaw, taking him all the way in until her nose is nestled into the curls at the base of his cock. His breath picks up and he whimpers as Katie takes a slow, methodical approach. It drives Will wild, in the best way, that she seems to almost be savoring this…savoring him.

“I…ah…I’m really close…” he trails off, panting. “Wh-where?”

Katie doesn’t say anything, but makes eye contact with him, giving him a wink which sends him over the edge. Within seconds she feels his spend hit the back of her throat as she works him down. His chest quickly rises and falls and his vision goes blurry for a second. As quickly as he feels pleasure he starts to feel overstimulated, pushing Katie off of him gently.

“F-fuck, sorry about that,” he chuckles, bringing both of his hands to his face, and rubbing his eyes with the heels of his hands as he catches his breath.

“Was it ok?” Katie sits up and looks at him, dragging her thumb on the outside of her mouth, catching the last bit of Will, and licking it.

“Shit. Uh, y-yea. You’re…you’re fucking amazing,” he props himself up on his elbows. “C’mere,” he pulls Katie on top of him as she giggles.

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"So, you guys could really do all of that?" Melissa looks between Frankie and Santiago, hopeful and giddy at the prospect of a full backyard renovation.

"Sure thing princ-, ah I mean, yea absolutely," Santiago manages a neutral smile while avoiding Frankie's eyes. "We'll definitely need Will and Benny's help, but yeah I don't see why we couldn't get this done in a few weeks."

"Eeek, that's so exciting. I gotta tell Danny. Can we wait til he gets back?"

"Absolutely," Santiago gives a tight-lipped smile.

"Awesome, thank you both. You guys hungry? D, Ty, and I were probably going to order in."

"We actually have a couple of errands to run," Frankie jumps in before Santiago can open his mouth. "Gotta get this guy here to help me get something for my niece."

"Aww, I didn't know you had a niece," Melissa smiles as she leads the guys back to the front of the house, while Frankie fills her in on his upcoming trip. "That's so nice Frankie, I'm happy for you. I'm sure this guy is gonna miss you while you're gone," she nods over to Santiago.

"Ha yea, well absence makes the heart grow fonder doesn't it Pope," he smiles and slaps Santiago on the shoulder.

"I know you're in love with me, just admit it, Fish," Santiago teases as they all start to laugh.

"Alright, well I won't keep you two. Thanks for coming over, I feel a lot better about the plan for the backyard now."

"Don't mention it," Pope leans over to give her a quick kiss on the cheek and a hug which Frankie also does.

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The Neighborhood Watch

David: Liv what's the deal with the boys' party? Food? Drinks? Decor? Theme? Trying to plan my outfit.

Megan: The kids are 8. Pretty sure it's pizza, juice boxes and a cake.

Ty: But like, no alcohol at all? C'mon…

Olivia: The theme is Star Wars. I have some stuff coming from Amazon this week. Food is pizza and wings. They're letting us bring in beer and wine, that's it.

David: Noooo

Olivia: Chris had to beg his friend to even let us do that so please don't bring your Stanley cup filled with your "juice"

David: I did that one time. I didn't realize Disney was so strict about that shit.

Olivia: You almost got us all banned for life!

David: Well, we didn't … all good! 🙃

Megan: Anyway. Are you gonna need help Liv? Let me know.

Lucille: Me too. Although I want babysitting duty with Diana.

Olivia: Oh Lulu, I would love that, yes please! And yeah I may need some help.

Melissa: Count me in too 😘

Ty: Katie? You coming?

David: Right now? Probably. Isn't Will over at her place?

Ty: LUCILLE IS ON THIS CHAT

Lucille: I'm not a nun, gordito.

David: See! Lulu is down to clown with us!!

David: But seriously, Katie I hope you are having a gooooood time. 😉

Olivia: Speaking of Will, I invited him.

David: And the rest of the guys too? Frankie will be there right?! 😍

Ty sends a gif of a woman shaking her head.

Olivia: Yes lol … I told him he and the guys were invited. Shit, I need to send him the details but it sounded like they were in.

David: Well yay! I'm excited. And then we have to plan our Fourth of July BBQ!

Melissa: I can host again! Danny gets back this week.

Ty: Sure you want us all over at your place? We can host if you want some alone time with your man 😜

Melissa: All good, we love having you all over!

Melissa: Oh I totally forgot, I met the new neighbors today!

David: 👀 tell me everything

Melissa: It's a family, a man and his wife and two kids. The little boy looks like he's about the same age as Max and CJ and they have a little girl too.

Olivia: Aw yay! So exciting!!

Melissa: yeah! They seem really nice too.

Ty: Does the guy actually look like Frankie because dear God I'm not going to be able to handle David if that happens.

David: 🥵

Melissa: He does kinda look like Frankie, but just with shorter hair.

David: So we don't have competing curls to deal with?

Melissa: lol no

Melissa: He looks like the kind of guy who wears suits for his job

David: I'm listening….👀

Ty: Christ. Calm down

Megan: Did they say when they were moving in?

Melissa: I didn't get any specifics but it sounded like they are just waiting to close at this point. So hopefully soon!

Melissa: Oh and I forgot, she said that her sister is going to be moving in with them too.

Megan: Oh, you're gonna have a full house next door!

David: We should totally plan a block party to welcome them!

Melissa: I actually mentioned that and they seemed excited.

Ty: Oh jeez. He'll have a whole mood board created by tomorrow.

David: Hater!

Ty: Love you too babe!

Katie: Damn, I have a lot to catch up on.

David: THERE'S OUR GIRL

David: Is Will still there?

Katie: He left a little while ago

David: Aaaaand?

Katie: 🤦‍♀️

Ty: Please just throw him a bone otherwise he will not let it go!

Melissa: Oooo Katie, yes spill!

Katie: Let's just say Will left very relaxed 😏

David: 🎉🎉🎉

Megan: Katie also caught a glimpse of Will's cousin today on FaceTime 🥵

David: Is he hot too?

David: Of course he is. Everyone associated with that house is hot.

Katie: 😂

Katie: But yeah he was. Kinda gave me Frankie vibes a little

David: I am going to pass out

Megan: Well start bracing yourself because it sounds like he may visit sometime

David: Ok, but like I'm going to need a visual or something. To you know, prepare.

Megan: Lis we may need your detective skills on this one.

Katie: Yeah but we only know his name and where he lives.

Megan: And what he does for work and his ex-wife's name

Melissa: Oh come on, I thought you were gonna give me a hard one. That's easy. I'll get you a full breakdown by tonight 😉

A/N: Sooo…what do we think? We got a little Joel and a little Marcus. It was fun to write both of them. Don't worry, they'll be back!

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