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[breanime]

Thank you for the Buck gifs! I hope you like this! Last one for tonight :)

"So it's your girlfriend's birthday and you're not spending it with her?" Eddie asked, smirking as he took a sip of his beer.

"She's not my girlfriend," Buck countered, "And we're meeting for drinks later, so--"

"Wait, wait, wait," Chim interrupted, frowning in confusion, "So you're telling me you've been seeing this woman for months, exclusively, talk about nothing but her all day long, spend all your free time with her, and you aren't even dating?!"

"I don't talk about her all day long," Buck muttered.

"Yesterday you spent almost half an hour grilling me about the best place to take her for your next date," Eddie drawled, "while I was wrist deep in a guy's leg."

Bobby nearly choked on his soda, "You what?"

"It was fine," Buck waved a hand in the air, "the situation was under control, the guy even chimed in, too."

"Okay," Chim shook his head, "Well, today, you showed me pictures you took of her apartment--"

"--to get your opinion on where to move the couch, we haven't been able to decide!" Buck shouted, already exasperated.

"Yeah, moving furniture and going on dates isn't exactly standard booty call behavior, bud," Eddie said, trying not to laugh.

"You introduced her to the whole team, Buck," Bobby added, "She's been to my house."

"And you brought her with you to our apartment, like, over a dozen times," Chim pointed towards Buck with his beer bottle, "She babysat Jee!"

"She's good with kids!" Buck argued.

"Alright," Bobby leaned forward, making sure he had Buck's full attention, "Buck, you need to be honest with yourself. Now you've spent months getting to know Y/N, you've met her people, introduced her to yours, and today is her birthday and you're not doing anything to celebrate... and you're okay with that?"

"We... I mean, we're going out for drinks later," Buck answered weakly.

Bobby gave him a look, "You think that's all she deserves?"

Buck floundered, unsure of how to answer. He'd asked you if you wanted to have a drink with him, and you said yes--but maybe you were expecting more. Maybe the two of you, what you were to each other was... more. Finally, he shook his head. "No."

"And the way you feel about her," Bobby continued, "if she's just a fling, you'd be fine with her ending things?"

Buck didn't need to think about his answer to that question, "No," he frowned, realization dawning on him, "no, I wouldn't."

"What about other men? If she started seeing someone else?" Eddie shrugged. "You'd be cool with that?"

"...No."

"And would you consider seeing anyone else?" Chim prodded.

"No--no, I'm happy with Y/N, she's... She's perfect," Buck paused for a moment before looking off to the side, smiling a bit, "Oh."

"And theeeere it is," Chim said proudly, leaning back in his chair, "Case closed."

"No no no, reopen the case," Buck stood up, his beer still in his hands, "What do I do now? I mean, things are good, we're good, if I tell her I have feelings for her, what if it messes everything up?" He looked at his family, blue eyes wide, "What if I mess everything up?"

"You won't," Eddie said, certainty clear in his voice.

"Leaving things how they are now won't do either of you any good," Bobby shook his head, "She deserves more, and so do you, Buck. If she makes you happy, and you make her happy, then you should pursue something together, something serious. You can't let your fear of messing up stop you from being happy, and you deserve to be happy."

"Damn right," Eddie nodded.

"Here here," Chim raised his bottle, grinning, "So what are you waiting for, Romeo? It's your girl's birthday--what better day to make things facebook official?"

"Go get her," Bobby chuckled, "and tell her happy birthday from us."

Buck grinned, all golden retriever, and nodded before rushing off, accidentally spraying the group with his drink as he ran off, totally forgetting that he was even holding it.

Eddie groaned, wiping the liquid off of his arm, "Love that guy, but he has no self-awareness sometimes."

"Yeah, well, he isn't the only one," Chim laughed, "How much you wanna bet Maddie, Athena, Hen, and Karen are having this exact conversation with Y/N right now?"

Boddy chuckled, shaking his head with a fond smile, "They were meant to be."

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[lostdreamr-blog1]

I'm Proud of You, Darlin

A/N: I have a huge nursing exam tomorrow morning and the anxiety is getting to me…Passing means I graduate and failing is not an option. So, of course I took to writing. Hopefully this will help you some if you ever need it!! My inbox is always open for you all!

Word Count: 1.4k

Pairings: Jake Seresin x Reader

Warnings: mentions of anxiety, lots and lots of fluff

To say today was a big day was an understatement. You had your state board exam in less than three hours and passing that meant you could finally put all things school behind you. The countless hours you spent studying would pay off and this anxiety that has been nearly crippling these last few weeks would disappear. You would be a fully functioning adult with your big girl job, and nothing could bring you down.

You just had to pass first.

Jake had been the absolute best when it came to calming you down and helping you get through this. There would be days where he would come home, tired as he could be, and still made sure you were okay. Some days you had everything figured out and your positive attitude would shine through you.

But there was days Jake found you crying in the bathroom, drowning your worries in a bottle of liquor, and he knew you needed extra attention. If he was off the next day, it would be easy to talk him into joining you in your drinking pity party. Drunk Jake was a fun Jake. But most days he would pick you up off the floor, get you into bed, and stay with you until he had to leave for work the next morning.

He was your rock and there was zero way you would have made it to this point without him. You heard the jabs and jokes that went around about how your boyfriend wasn’t the best wingman. Or the ever so lovely nickname “Bagman” that seemed to follow him from his time at Top Gun.

But with you he was different. How many guys would push their body to the limit training, putting in 12 plus hour days, and then come home to take care of girlfriend? He could have easily said he was tired and head to bed, leaving you to deal with the anxiety that was tearing you apart. But he didn’t and you wish others could see that.

You had to leave in an hour, but the second you walked out that door, you knew you would be a mess. While Jake had been here every step of the way, he had to leave early this morning for training, and it left you alone with your thoughts. In no way could you be upset with him, you just wished he was here to calm you down one last time.

Hell, if you could take him into the test with you, you would be golden. Another irrational thought to add to the bank.

As you got out of bed and headed to the kitchen to make some coffee, a note on the fridge caught your eye.

You are going to kill this test, Darlin. I have all the faith in the world you will pass no problem. Take a deep breath and believe in yourself as much as I do.

-J

The note made you feel a little lighter as you continued to get ready. You had laid out your lucky sweatshirt, with “Hangman” written on the back. You stole it from your blonde -haired boyfriend a year ago and told him he would never get it back. The simple response of “it looks better on you anyway” sealed the deal. You’ve worn for luck ever since.

When you put it on, you stopped and smiled. The man had managed to provide you comfort again and sprayed his cologne on it. You pulled it up to your nose and took in a deep breath. It was the safety blanket you needed to be able to walk out the door in one put together piece.

After you finished getting ready, you tried to call Jake on the way out. While you were proud of yourself for making it to the car, backing out of the driveway had the anxiety hitting you with full force. Hearing his voice was the one thing you needed right now to calm down before you reached a panic level. You were met with voicemail and tossed your phone to the passenger seat, not wanting to leave a message.

He was busy doing what he does best, and you had to respect that. Just because you couldn’t keep it together for more than five minutes doesn’t mean he needs to be by the phone every second in case you called. You had to pull it together.

Jake had one time told you when he got nervous or worried, he thought about you. He thought about how you turned him down that one night at the Hard Deck in front of all his fellow pilots, embarrassing the hell out of him. And how he proceeded to show you he was different than the rest of the guys in the military. While it took a few months, he eventually won you over.

He thought about the way your hand fits perfectly in his, almost like the two of you were made for each other. The way you laughed at all his jokes, even the cringy ones. Just to make him feel better.

He thought about how lucky he was to have you and love you every day for the rest of his life. It was those things that would calm him down, and you decided to take a page from his book.

On the drive there you thought back to the first night you two went on a date. You had told him you didn’t like things that drew attention to you. That you didn’t need a grand gesture for you to fall for him. Which led to a night in at his apartment, with homemade food that was to die for, and the first time you were able to see the real him.

He put up a front with his friends, making it seem like nothing could touch him. But behind closed doors, you saw how compassionate and caring this man could be. He was as selfless as they come, and you thanked the heavens every day for leading you to him.

You pulled up to the testing site and nearly ran out of your car when you saw Jake standing by the door. He was in his flight suit, clearly coming straight from base. When he saw you walking towards him, a genuine smile reserved only for you graced his face.

It didn’t take long for you to melt in his arms, taking in as much of him as you could. “What are you doing here? I thought you had training today?” With your head on his chest, you looked up at him for an answer.

“I couldn’t let my girl take this test without me being there. I went in early so I could get some time off this morning to see you in. I knew this would be a hard day for you.”

You closed your eyes and squeezed him some. “Thank you.” He squeezed back and kissed the top of your head. The two of you stood like that for another minute, before you stepped back. It was getting close to the time you had to be in there and you knew you couldn’t stay out here with him forever. No matter how bad you wanted to.

He placed a hand on your cheek and said, “You are going to pass this no problem. You are by far the smartest person I know and the only one standing in your way is you. I saw the work you put into this, and I promise you it will all pay off. Go in there and show this test how much of a badass you are.”

You took a few deep breaths and nodded your head. “I’ll call you when I’m done. Thank you for being here. You don’t realize how much this really helped.” He gave you one last smile and a quick kiss.

You went to walk away when his voice stopped you. “I’m proud of you, darlin.” And those were the words you would think back to anytime you get anxious.   

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[noladyme]

As It Should Be - A Raymond Smith One Shot

Raymond is the perfect gentleman, with a perfect home, and very settled habits. One of those habits had become to cancel dates at the last minute; and in stead spend the night in with his girl.

Now, she's had enough, and decides to challenge him on it, doing everything she can, to get on his nerves. The result is much more interesting than she'd anticipated.

Hell hath no fury like a girlfriend of a gentleman gangster, who has been stood up one too many times.

Ray had given me a key a few months before, during dinner at our favorite steakhouse – his backyard. We’d been celebrating 6 months together, and he’d handed me a small wrapped box, with a pretty bow tied around it. He’d most likely used a ruler to get the paper and the ribbon exactly the sizes he needed, to make it look as perfect as possible. His perfectionism both drove me mad, and turned me on immensely.

My hands had been shaking, partly in fear – I was no near ready for any diamond rings – but Ray had given me a slight smile. “Don’t worry, darling”, he said. “Nothing near as serious as you’re worried it might be”. “You telling me we’re not serious, Raymond?”, I replied snarkily. “Just open it, love”, he said.

Inside the tiny packet lay a golden key. “It’s for the house”, Ray said. “I want you to be able to come and go as you please… Just don’t try to break in to any locked freezers”. I raised a brow at him. “Is this because you don’t like my flat?”, I asked. “I know you have issues with council estates…”. “You spend most nights here anyway”, Ray said. “Look, I’m not asking you to move in… Unless you want to of course”. I laughed at his amused expression. “You wouldn’t last a week with me in the house!”, I said. “First time I use the wrong glass for red wine, or leave water stains on the bathroom mirror; you’ll go mad”. Ray blinked – his little adorable tick. “No, I won’t”. I tugged at his beard, and smiled. “Yes you will”.

Ray pressed the key into my hand. “Just… keep this, alright? The house feels more like a home when you’re here”. I leaned towards him, and placed a soft kiss on his lips. “I didn’t get you anything…”, I blushed. “That’s alright”, Ray smiled. “You can give me head in the shower later”.

I had used the key on more than one occasion – admittedly preferring Ray’s more comfortable bed to my own lumpy mattress in my one-bedroom rental. And both Ray and me had enjoyed when I’d been waiting for him in it, naked and ready to help him relax after a tense day of whatever it was Mickey had him doing all over London. Tonight, my plan was different.

Ray had cancelled four dates in a row, just as I was about to leave the house. He’d call just as I would be about to put on my shoes. “I’m so sorry, love. Work ran late. I’ll have Bunny pick you up, drop you at the house, yeah?”. And once again, I’d end up waiting for Raymond in his house, in my pretty dress; until he’d show up – an hour later – with a bouquet of roses or a pair of earrings too expensive for the queen, takeout from some fancy restaurant; and an apologetic smile on his face.

I was beginning to wonder whether Ray didn’t want to be in public with me. I wasn’t the kind if woman he’d usually meet while wining and dining lords and ladies all over England. Maybe my teacher’s salary and fondness of things like public transport – he’d practically begged me to let him get me a car, which I’d declined vehemently – was becoming too lower class to him. I decided to challenge him on it – and maybe, just maybe, I wanted to punish Ray just a little bit, for cancelling our plans for the hundredth time.

This time, I was ready. Ray called, on cue, just as I was about to slip on my shoes. “I’m so sorry, love…”, he began. “It’s alright, Ray. I understand”, I said. “I’ll pick up dinner on the way”. Ray paused for a moment. “I don’t want you waiting in some restaurant alone”, he said. “Don’t worry, babe. Bunny will be there”, I replied. “Tell you what. You can pick up the wine”. “Ripasso?”. I heard the smile in his voice. “You know me, I’m not choosey. Just make it red”, I said. “See you soon”, Ray said, and with after a few more warm words, we said goodbye, and hung up.

Bunny gave me large grin as I jumped into the back seat of the large Mercedes, dressed in leggings, a hoodie, and a smug expression. “Hello, Bunny”, I said. “We need to make a stop”. “Of course, miss. Where?”, he asked. “McDonalds drive-through”, I said. Bunny’s smile became impossibly bigger. “Ray is in for it, isn’t he…?”, he asked. “You fucking know it”, I smiled, and leaned back in my seat.

Once inside the house, I began my preparations. My first stop after kicking off my shoes and setting down the bag of food in the kitchen, was in Rays closet. I checked to see Fletcher wasn’t hiding in it, as he’d done once before; and then went through the collection of shirts. I chose a white Armani, shrugged of my hoodie; and put it on. For an extra touch, I left the closet door open, mussed up the sheets on the bed, and threw the duvet and a pillow on the floor. Next up was the bathroom. I opened the lid to the toilet, washed up – making sure to spray some water on the mirror – and dropped the towel on the floor, once I’d wiped my hands.

I dropped my hoodie on a chair in the hallway, and made my way to the kitchen. Being a big fan of Rays espresso machine, I made myself an americano, poured it into a tea mug – drank half of it – and left the mug in the sink. I took out two plates, carrying them over to the coffee table. I chose the actual silver silverware from the drawer, and put it by the plates.

With a few final touches, and after touching up my makeup, I sat down in one of leather recliners, and put my feet up – waiting for Raymond to come home. It wasn’t long before I heard his keys turn in the lock, and I readied myself for a potential catastrophe. I heard his footsteps in the hallway, and got up to stand. “Darling?”, he called out. “Something smells… deep fried”. I heard him stumble for a moment, probably over my sneakers on the floor. “I’m in here”, I said, and went to meet him in the kitchen – knowing his usual route when he got home.

Ray looked as dapper as ever, in a tweed jacket, a vest, and a pair of dark grey slacks. He looked mildly annoyed about having tripped over my shoes; and was holding a bottle of wine in one hand, and a wrapped box from Selfridges. When he saw my relaxed attire, he looked confused.

“I love when you wear my shirts, but that’s…”. “Armani. I know", I said, and tugged at it. “It’s very comfortable“.

Ray shrugged, put down the wine, went over to slip an arm around me, and kissed me deeply. I was finding it difficult to keep my composure, as I stood pressed against his firm frame; and inhaled his scent. “I brought you something… to apologize", he said, and handed me the beautifully adorned box. “You didn’t have to, Ray", I said, and suppressed the urge to open it; in stead tossing it on the kitchen island. He looked at me with narrowed eyes, and I kissed his cheek. “Dinner’s ready. Go wash up". Raymond stole another kiss, and squeezed my bottom, before going back out into the hallway, and towards the bathroom.

“Is this your sweater in the hallway?”, Ray called out to me, as he passed it. “Probably”, I responded. “You don’t usually wear hoodies”. “You could hang it…”, he said. “Never mind, I’ll do it”. I smiled to myself, imagining his grumpy face as he hung my 15 quid hoodie, next to his own Burberry trench on the coatrack.

Once Ray returned from the bathroom, I was sipping some of the delicious red wine, from one of the cognac glasses. Ray didn’t say a word about the state I’d left his bathroom in, but he did twitch at my choice of glass. “Something wrong?”, I asked sweetly. “Nothing at all”, he said, and tried for a smile. I handed him a glass of his own, and he struggled with not holding it in his palm, as he would have, had it been filled with brandy. I clinked my glass to his, and smiled. “Everything alright with work? What made you late?”, I asked. “A meeting with some people… Nothing that would interest you”, Raymond said, and turned towards the counter, noticing the half full mug of coffee in the sink. “I’m happy you’re making yourself at home”, he grunted, and peeked out the corner of his eyes at me. “Well, you told me to…”, I said, and linked my fingers with his.

Rays eyes twinkled, and he leaned in for another kiss; parting his lips, to deepen it. His tongue probed for entry to my mouth, but I pulled back. “Let’s eat”, I said, and walked towards the living room area. “I’ll set the table”, Ray said. “I already did”, I smiled. He looked confusedly at the dining table. “We eating outside?”, he asked. “No. I set us up over here”, I said casually, and threw myself on the couch; patting the seat next to me. Ray looked flabbergasted. “I have this lovely dining table…”, he tried. “Bring the wine”, I said, ignoring his words.

Ray sat down next to me, and filled my glass. I picked up the paper bag of food, and began distributing burgers and fries on the plates. “I got chili cheese tops and chicken wings as well”, I said. “Eat up”. I picked up the knife and fork, and began cutting into my burger. “That’s a … salad fork”, Ray said, his voice choked. “There’s salad in the burger”, I shrugged. Ray looked at me incredulously, as I dipped a few fries in my ketchup, and then – deliberately – let some of it fall and stain his shirt I was wearing. “Woops”, I said, and grabbed a napkin, beginning to dab at the stain. “Fuck, darling. That’s dry clean only!”, Ray sighed. “I’ll get it out… maybe some bleach”, I said. His eyes widened.

“What’s going on with you?”, he asked. “Nothing", I said, feigning confusion. I took a big bite from my burger, using the silver salad fork to put it there. “Yum". Ray took the fork from me, just as I was about to take another bite. “What are you doing?", I frowned “Why are you testing me?”, he demanded. “I haven’t the slightest idea what you mean, babe", I said. “I’m just enjoying a date with my darling”. “In a stained Armani shirt, and leggings?”, Raymond said. I shrugged. “It wasn’t like we were going out anyway". “I had reservations at…”, he began. I blew a raspberry at him, catching him completely of guard. “Like there was ever a chance we’d use those", I said.

Raymond’s eyes finally lit up in understanding. “You’re angry that I was late, and we had to change plans tonight". “Tonight?”, I sneered. “Try the last… five dates we were supposed to go on". Ray pinched the bridge of his nose, and took a deep breath. “I see… This isn’t how I’d seen the evening going either, love". “Sure it was", I said, getting up from the couch with my cognac glass of wine in hand. I took off my socks, and walked over towards the door to the yard. I opened it, and threw my socks outside. Ray got up behind me, in shock. “Its fine, really. I don’t mind the fact that you don’t want to be seen in public with me. That I’m not worth enough to be taken out somewhere nice”. Using a chair as a step, I walked onto the dining table, and made a little catwalk back and forth. Ray looked equal parts terrified, astounded and enraged. “This way, I can show you how truly at home I feel here".

“Please get off the table", he croaked. “No”, I said, taking a sip of my wine. “Please", Ray tried again, obviously trying to control himself. “Not happening", I said. I stopped my leisure stroll back and forth, and looked Raymond square in the face. We were both quiet, and it was like a standoff in one of those old western movies. “Get off the fucking table, or else…”, Ray said, patience clearly wearing thin. “Or else… what?”, I challenged him.

Though enjoying my little game, I was also beginning to fear that I was digging myself into a bigger hole than I could get out of. Raymond’s eyes were on fire, but I thought I could see something behind the rage – something quite intriguing. I decided to keep my game going. Either Ray would kick me out on my ass, or something else would happen; something much more fun. Either way, I’d have some sort if closure. “I will spank you six ways from Sunday", he said. I hadn’t expected that. “Is that a promise?”, I asked, not sounding remotely as confident as I’d hoped to.

As I lifted the glass to my lips again – all the time keeping my eyes on Ray’s – I shifted my fingers, so that I was palming it in my hand. Ray blinked again, twitching from my teasing.

Suddenly he made a jolt forwards, as if launching himself at me, and I almost fell of the table as I stumbled backwards. Looking down myself, I realized some of the red wine had splashed onto his shirt. “You made me spill my wine!”, I said. “Last fucking chance, darling”, Ray said, walking towards me; almost on the prowl. “We gonna dance now?”, I said. I walked to the middle of the table again – downed my drink – and used my toes to push the bowl of fruit towards the edge. Ray caught it just as it toppled over.

He walked over to the kitchen island, put down the bowl, and calmly took of his jacket; before rolling up the sleeves of his shirt. He walked over to the head of the table, cleared his throat; and set down his palms on it – his eyes dark. “Right. This is going to hurt me more than it will you”, he declared, before pouncing on me; catching my legs, and throwing me over his shoulder. He gave me a hard spank over the ass. “Will you behave now?”. “No!”, I yelled. He set me down, and turned me around by the shoulders; forcing my upper body down over the table, with a hand pressed down between my shoulder blades. I could honestly say I’d never been more turned on in my life.

“I asked you nicely, and you still acted like an imp”, he said. He used his free hand to pull down my leggings, exposing my panty-clad bottom; and as I kicked my legs, he removed them completely. “Impish behavior demands punishment”. He delivered a hard smack on my left cheek. “Ow!”, I yelled, trying to wrestle myself away from him. “You’re spanking me like a child, now?”. Ray leaned to hold me down with his whole arm. “Well, if you’re going to behave like a child…”, Ray said, and spanked my right cheek. His hand rubbed over my skin afterwards, almost soothingly. “You’re the one who should be punished!”, I growled. “You’ve been cancelling all our plans lately”. Ray spanked me on the left cheek again. “That’s what you’re doing? Punishing me?”, he asked. He gave my right cheek another smack. “When all I’m doing is keeping you happy… getting you flowers and presents; telling you to make yourself at home in this nice house… Oh, no; love. I’m a fucking prince to you”. “Yeah, I’m really feeling my princess Di fantasy here!”, I scoffed.

Raymond began spanking both my cheeks in turn. I let out yelps and whimpers at each hit; as they sent signals straight to my core. “This is for the silverware (smack)… This is for throwing the towel on the floor (smack)… For the glasses (smack)… For leaving your shoes about for me to trip over (smack)… And this (smack), is for walking all over my dining table on your bare feet (smack)…”. I was struggling in vain to get free; and at the same time wanted this torture to never end. His fingers ghosted my covered folds, and I drew in a short breath. Ray pulled me up to stand, and raised a brow, as he looked down at me. “Now, will you behave?”. “Not in a million fucking years”, I said.

Before he could catch me, I sprang towards the kitchen island, crawling on to it. Ray caught my ankle, but I managed to get free; and got down on the other side – the island now a barrier between us. I smiled wickedly. I grabbed the half full mug form the sink, and held it up as to spray the coffee at him. “Careful, Raymond. I know how you dislike getting dirty”, I smirked. “I’ll show you how fucking dirty I can get, babe", Ray growled, and sprang over the island, making me drop the mug back into the sink in pure shock.

Ray pulled me into his arms, pinning my arms down at my sides, and attacking my lips with a feverish kiss. I didn’t struggle now; my body responding by completely giving in to lust. After a moment of passionately kissing me, Ray let me go; and ripped open the shirt. “You ruined my shirt”, he growled, and pulled it off me; leaving me in my bra and panties. He was still impeccably dressed himself. The mix of his warm body and the cool fabric of his vest pressing against my naked skin was heaven. I began leaning against Ray, and bit my lip with a smirk. He shook his head. “You want to use things the way they’re not supposed to be used? Fine. Get your ass on that counter”.

My jaw dropped. Sex with Raymond was always thrilling, and we’d enjoyed these sessions, not only in his – and a few times my – bed, the backseat of his car, and in the shower; but also, one time in a fitting room, where Ray had come with me to help chose a dress for a job interview at a private school. I made the mistake of bending over with my back to him; and suddenly found myself pressed against the wall, with Ray covering my mouth with his hand, to muffle my moaning as he screwed me into oblivion. I hadn’t gotten the job, but I did gain a memory for life. In spite of this, we’d never had sex in his kitchen. Ray had this obsession with keeping everything in his home as it should be, and I had a feeling that it might be because he needed to control at least some things in his otherwise quite unpredictable life.

I gave myself a second to feel bad for having disrupted his perfect home base; before he lifted me up to sit on the kitchen island. He snatched a pair of scissors out of a drawer, pulled out the fabric of my panties, and cutting through them at my hips. “You bought me these!”, I said. “I don’t care”, he growled. “I’ll get you some new ones”. He ripped the ruined panties of me, and looked down at the apex of my thighs. The cool wooden surface against my bottom made the sting from the spanking subdue, and I shifted to get more comfortable. The moment seemed to drag out forever, as Ray just looked at me. He took a deep breath. “Don’t move”.

Ray left the room for a moment, and then returned; having poured himself a proper glass of probably very expensive scotch. Leaning back against the counter opposite me, crossing his legs; he took a sip of the drink, and commenced his staring at me. “I have to say, that is the most appetizing piece of meat laid out in my kitchen in a long time”, he said. “Ray…”, I said, feeling myself melt under his gaze. A wicked smile ghosted his face, when suddenly his phone buzzed in his pocket. He leisurely took it out, and picked up the call.

“Yes?... Handled it this morning. Meeting’s set up for tomorrow afternoon… No, you didn’t interrupt anything, boss. Just preparing dinner…”. He began strolling calmly around the kitchen, and I didn’t dare move. “I was about to ask her, but she’s a bit preoccupied at the moment… I’m sure she’d love to, count on us…”. He took another sip of his scotch, and then held the glass to my lips; seemingly for me to taste. As I opened my mouth, he pulled the glass back, and dribbled some of the amber liquid down my chest instead. I frowned, and parted my lips to speak; but Ray set down the glass, and held a finger to my lips. “Will we be needing extra security…? I’ll take care of it… Yes, of course, I’ll wait…”.

With the phone still to his ear, Raymond licked the trail of scotch on my skin, from my collarbone, down to the top of my breast. My breath hitched at the sensation of his hot tongue. Just as he was about to move the cup of my bra down, to go for my nipple, he stepped back again. “Yes, I’m here… Did he…? Well, he’s a right cunt, but consider it handled… I’ll keep you in the loop. Goodnight, boss. Give my best to Rosalind”.

He hung up the phone, and put it on the counter next to me. His fingertips travelled over my thighs; avoiding my warmth. “Sorry about that, but you know how it is”, he said. “Now where were we…?”. “You were wasting a 1000-pound scotch on my tits”, I jeered. “1500”, Ray said. “And I wouldn’t call it wasted”. He took another sip of the scotch, but before he swallowed it, he put his lips to mine; letting me have a taste. “What was that about you not being worth enough? I usually don’t baste my meat in expensive whiskey”.

He put his hands on my ass, and made me scoot forwards on the counter. His fingers travelled down my belly, and finally met my folds; dipping in between them. I drew in a ragged breath, as he slid his fingers up and down. “Let’s have a taste”, he said, and removed them again, putting them into his mouth. “Sweet, bit tangy, perfectly moist”. He dipped his fingers again, this time letting one of them dip in to the knuckle, and crook upwards. I threw my head back, and closed my eyes. He removed the finger again, and I groaned. “Quit with the games, Ray”, I complained. “You started this, love”, he said. “I’m just finishing it”. “Then, bloody finish it!”, I retorted.

Raymond stepped back, corrected his glasses, and clicked his tongue chidingly. “Now, now. No need to be greedy. We’ve got all night. As you said, dinner plans are out the window”, he said. “Fine. I wasn’t hungry anyway”, I said. He raised a brow at me. “No? Let’s see if we can wake that appetite”. He thrusted two fingers into me, and used his free hand to get me to lie back; before moving it down to brush against my clit. “Please…”, I whimpered. “Please, what? Forgive me, Ray? I’ll never be a brat again, Ray?”. He thrusted his fingers upwards, touching my sensitive spot inside, as he began rubbing circles on my nub. “No…”, I said, not wanting to give in. I struggled to keep my composure, but as Ray began thrusting harder, and stroked deliciously at me, I was soon too far gone to speak. “I’m…”. “That’s what I thought”, Ray said calmly. I clambered to hold on to something, put found nothing but a rolling pin; which fell to the floor, making a clanking sound to accompany my own cry of passion, as I came.

Ray gently withdrew his fingers, wiped them of in a handkerchief from his pocket; and took my hand for me to sit up. “All good?”, he asked, his face not giving away an ounce of emotion. His pants were giving away enough, though; as the bulge on the front of them had grown quite a bit. “Living room”, he ordered, and as I got off the counter, and walked towards the door, he turned around, and quickly washed the mug in the sink. “Tea mug for coffee. Honestly…”, I heard him mutter.

As I stood in the dimly lit living room alone, waiting, I shivered from the chill entering through the still open door to the back yard. “Ray?”, I called out. “Coming, darling”, he responded, and he came through the doorway; walking over to the patio door, and closing it. He gestured at me to get over to the couch. “Knees”. He was carrying the whiskey-glass, and refilled it. “Don’t I get one?”, I asked. “No… I said; knees”. He sat down on the couch, legs spread casually, and looked on, as I got down on my knees in front of him. The elitist machismo in the room, was thick enough to carve with a butter-knife. “How’s the appetite?”. “Getting there”, I admitted. “Well, bon apetit”, Ray said, and gestured towards his crotch.

I rested my elbows on his thighs, and unbuttoned his pants; pulling down the zipper. Ray made no move to help me unwrap his erection, so I went on to pull down the elastic of his boxer-briefs as well. He let out a silent grunt, when I wrapped my hand around him; and I smiled at his respond to my touch. I began stroking the velvety skin on his hardness; and Ray took a sip of his drink as he watched me. I stuck out my tongue, and flicked the tip over the sensitive spot under the head; before flattening it, and sucking him into my mouth. Ray tasted as good as he looked and smelled. A perfectly expensive taste, with an undertone of something animal – dangerous even. I bobbed my head up and down, hollowing my cheeks to make my pull on his penis tighter. Putting my hand into his bowers, I managed to get his testicles over the elastic as well. This made me able to massage them gently; rolling them in my palm the way I knew he liked.

My vagina was still sensitive from Rays former treatment, so when he leaned forwards, ran a hand down my back – between my cheeks – and slid a finger between my folds; I almost came from just that second of contact. Ray sat back again, and continued his viewing of my work on his cock. “Don’t stop on my account”, he said. I made a swallowing movement, and another stifled groan came from him. I hummed slightly; making vibrations to add to the sensation. I added pressure to his testicles, and felt them tighten in my hand. Apparently, Ray was even more impacted by my treatment, than his face gave of. I released him from my mouth with a pop, and smiled sweetly up at him. “Enjoying yourself, Raymond?”, I asked. He cupped my chin. “You know I am, darling”, he smiled. “But it seems to me, you are as well”. I nodded, and bit my lip.

I went back to sucking him off, while he finished his drink. I could tell he was struggling not to grab on to me, so I took his free hand, and put it on my head. At first, he simply ran his fingers through my hair; but then held on to it, and began controlling my movements. I let go of his testicles, and held on to his thighs, as I let him take charge of me. Ray led me to take him shallowly; then pressed me as far down as I could take him. After a few minutes, he couldn’t keep quiet anymore, and let out audible grunts and gasps, accompanied by a series of fuck, babe and that’s perfect, darling. With one final deep push, his cock twitched; and he came in my mouth – holding me there until he was completely finished. He let go of me, and I sat back on my heels; swallowing.

Ray took a moment to calm his breathing, before getting on his feet, and helping me to stand in front of him. He put himself back into his pants, and led me in front of him, towards the bedroom. I knew we’d end up there at some point; and suddenly felt a chill down my spine, when I remembered the state, I’d left the room in. Before he could open the door, I stopped him. “Ray… Uhm…”, I started. “What?”, he asked. “I sort of left a mess in there… The closet…”. “Fletcher wasn’t in it again, was he?”, Ray growled. “No, nothing like that…”, I said. He gently pushed me out of the way, and opened the door; stepping inside, and turning on the lights. “The fuck…”, he said from inside. I moved up behind him. “At least I didn’t spill ketchup on anything…”, I tried.

Ray began removing his vest and shirt, not saying a word all the while. I was worried – and at the same time hoping – that I was in for another spanking. I went to sit on the bed, and heard Ray open his belt behind me. “No", he said calmly. I turned to face him, and saw he was shedding his pants and boxer briefs. Undressed, Ray was no less regal. He might as well be wearing a dinner jacket, and holding a glass of port. As it was, he was naked as the day he was born, standing proud and fit. I sent a thankful thought to his personal trainer; or, Coach, as I knew him. Ray put his clothes in the hamper, removed his glasses, and placed them on the dresser in the spot he always did.

“Seeing as you’ve thrown half the bedding on the floor, we might as well start there”, he said. “But the bed is right there…”, I said, slipping an arm around his torso. I ran my hand up his chest, and back down, running my nails through Rays pubic hair – as always, well groomed, and blonde as his head. He raised a brow at me, and caught my wrist, as I was about to take a hold of his penis. “And the red wine glasses were right within reach too, but you still chose something else", he said. “You asked for this, love. Its upside down-day".

With a swoop of his arm, Ray had me on the floor, and he patted my hip to make me roll onto my stomach. Once there, he gave me hard smack over my bottom. “Lift", he ordered, and when I did, he took the pillow; putting it under my hips, so my ass was raised in the air, and my chest against the duvet covered floor. I looked back over my shoulder, and saw Ray kneeling behind me. The view of my bottom and wetness had made him hard again, within record time; and he stroked himself a few times, while he probed my entrance with his fingertips. Stroking my cheeks with his free hand, he then gave me one more hard spank. With a firm hold on himself and one of my hips, he pushed into me; bottoming out with the first thrust.

“Oh, my… fuck!”, I cried out. Ray stroked my back up and down gently, and then spanked me again. “I thought my spanking was over”, I whimpered. Ray leaned over me, to kiss my neck, and speak into my ear. “Why would I stop, when you keep making those delicious little squeaks every time I do?”. He smacked me one more time, and I whimpered loudly. “There we are".

He began moving his hips, the blunt tip of his cock rubbing perfectly against my front wall. I rolled my lower body, and with the pillow under my hips, my back was perfectly arched to make the sensation of Ray inside me more intense than ever. Ray kissed and nibbled at the sweet spot on my neck, as he moved in and out of me. “You taste better than a Big Mac, any day of the week”, he chuckled. His warm breath against my skin, sent small jolts to my warmth, and I moaned wantonly. I clenched the muscles in my tunnel around him; knowing that it was one of his favorites among my tricks. “Fuck, you know what that does to me, love…”, he croaked. I repeated the action, and Ray let out a choked moan.

He placed a hand on either side of me, and held himself up to thrust shallowly, before bottoming out again. I craved his closeness, and tried lifting my body to have his chest against my back; but Ray pushed me down. He took each of my wrists in one hand, holding them behind my back, and grabbed a handful of my hair – holding on tightly, as he forced me against the floor. I was completely at Raymond’s mercy in this position. I couldn’t move my arms, lift my back or my head; and he had placed his knees between mine – making it impossible for me to put my legs together. All this brute dominance, and his casual upper-crust demeanor, had me feeling like I was in sex-paradise.

He went back to shallow thrusts, and then one deep one, trying to make me reach my climax by stimulating my g-spot. Soon after, he was successful; heat rose from my feet and all through my body, and I felt my walls contract. I cried out in extasy. I heard Raymond groan, trying to hold back his own orgasm; apparently not finished with me yet.

After I’d settled around him, Ray pulled out. “I’d love to shag you in the backyard now, but its late, and cold; so, if you don’t mind, let’s go for the bed", he said. “That works", I agreed, though my body was still convulsing. Ray leaned down and left small kisses up my spine. “Do you need to stop?”, he asked softly. “No! Please…”, I pleaded. I managed, with Raymond’s help, to get onto the bed; my legs shaking, and breath ragged. Ray grabbed the pillow and duvet, and quickly made the bed up properly; an impressive feat, as my exhausted body was splayed out on it. He got under the duvet with me, and gently spread my legs, to lay between them.

Hooking a leg around Ray’s hips, I pulled him towards me. “I think you’ve learnt your lesson, now”, he smiled, and stroked my cheek gently. I put a hand behind his head, and lifted my head to catch his lips with my own. Our tongues stroked softly against each other, and I let out a content sigh. “Soft finish?”, I smiled. Ray lifted his head, and raised a brow at me. “Fuck no”, he declared.

Suddenly, both my knees were hooked over his shoulders, and he pushed into me with a groan. My eyes rolled back into my head, as Ray began thrusting hard and fast into me; without mercy. Every thrust felt like it reached the deepest parts of me. Gone was the well-groomed gentleman dom. Ray was a wild animal, his jaw clenched, and pupils blown. His hands were holding on to my breasts, making his arms force my thighs together. I was sure that I would have bruises on both my breasts and my thighs from his attack, could not give less of a fuck; from the extreme orgasm that was building in my core. Crying out wasn’t enough; I screamed Ray’s name so loud, I was sure his neighbors would show up with noise complaints. In his current state, I was convinced he’d probably meet them in the door naked, telling them to either get in and enjoy the show, or fuck right off.

I grabbed his biceps, and dug my nails into his skin, leaving my own marks on my lover. My legs stretched out, and every muscle in my body tightened, as I exploded. Ray growled from my walls tightening around him, and the pain my nails were surely bringing him. His hair was disheveled, and his eyes burrowing into mine. My orgasm was at its peak, and my voice hit a pitch I didn’t know it could. Ray kept thrusting, and the feeling was getting so intense, I was unsure whether or not I’d pass out before long. “Please… I… Too much!”, I whimpered; as my body was thrusted back and forth from Ray’s movements. “Almost, baby. Keep going…”, he growled.

Just as I began thinking this is it. I’m going to die from too much orgasming, Raymond pounded into me three final times, and came inside me with a roar.

I was shaking as Ray dropped my legs from his shoulders, kissed my unmoving lips; and pulled out of me. He laid down next to me, and gave a me a crooked smile. “You still with me?”, he chuckled. “I just came… a lot!”, I croaked. “I could tell…”, he said, and moved a lock of my hair out of my face. “You’ll be happy to know, that so did I”. I laughed hoarsely.

“I should get cleaned up, before I get cum all over your Egyptian cotton sheets”, I sighed. “Fuck it. They were on sale”, Ray shrugged. I shook my head in mock confusion. “Excuse me?”, I said. “You bought something on sale?”. “Just keep it between us, love”, he said, and pulled me close, to kiss me. I tugged at his bottom lip with my teeth. “I still have to go pee”, I said. I crawled out of the bed, and made my way towards the door. “Please put the towel back on the hook, when you’re done washing your hands”, he called after me. I smirked at him over my shoulder.

Once I’d finished my business, I made my way back to the bedroom. Ray had already fixed up the bed, and left his spare robe for me over a chair. Putting it on, I searched for him; finding him clearing up the mess I’d made around the house. I leaned against the doorway, watching him. “I’m sorry”, I lied. “No, you’re not”, he said. After having put the plates in the dishwasher, he walked over to me, taking my hand and pulling me with him, to sit down on the couch; where earlier he’d been enjoying my lips around his cock. “And as much as I enjoyed screwing you senseless just now, I’d like to know where all this came from”.

I looked down at our joined hands. ”You’ve been avoiding going out with me”, I said. “I know I don’t fit in to your posh lifestyle, but…”. “That’s what this was about? Getting back at me?”, he asked. “Partly”, I admitted. “And I suppose I wanted to… make you see what I’m really like. So, you could make a decision to either accept me, or…”. “Finish it”, Ray finished my sentence for me. I nodded.

He sighed deeply. “Darling… First of all, the fact that you don’t give a shit about which fork to use, and throw your clothes around, annoys the hell out of me; and makes me love you even more”. I met his eyes, and let out a short breath. Raymond had never used that word before. “Love…?”, I whispered. “Fuck yes, I love you”, he smiled. “And you not only fit in my life, you’d leave one hell of a hole, if you left. So no, I don’t want to finish it. You’re not getting rid of me by feeding me fast food, and throwing your socks in my yard”.

I frowned. “Then, why are you always working late? Cancelling our plans?”, I asked. “Well, that is the second part of this conversation, I suppose”, he said. “I knew we’d get here at some point, but I’ve been putting it off… You know what I do, isn’t exactly legal”. “Of course I do”, I said. “It’s not normal to sleep with a .48 in the drawer of your bedside table”. Ray brushed his thumb over my knuckles, and continued. “We’ve been having some issues with another… organization, in town”, he said. “They’ve been making some threatening moves… I’m worried, that of you’re seen with me, they’ll try to use you to get to me”. My jaw dropped. “As in… They’d kill me?”, I croaked. “I don’t think they’d go that far, but I’m not willing to take that chance”, Ray said firmly.

I took a few moments to think. “Ray… you can’t keep me locked up in this house”, I said. “I’m more than happy to do what you ask me to keep safe; but at some point, I’d like to get out… make all those posh cunts jealous of my arm candy”. I tugged gently at his beard, winking at him. “Who says you’re not the arm candy, darling?”, he smiled. “What, in my 20 quid H&M dresses, and worn shoes?”, I scoffed.

Ray stood up, and led me into the kitchen. He grabbed the wrapped box. “Actually, that’s why I got you this”, he said, and handed it to me. “Now, that was quite a bit more than 20 quid, but I’m sure you’ll look just as lovely in it, as you do in everything else you wear”. I blushed, and began unwrapping the box, opening the lid, to reveal a beautiful cocktail dress; in my exact size. “I don’t have anywhere to wear this!”, I said. “And it’s too expensive to keep at my flat. I’ll get robbed. I had to buy a lockbox for those earrings you got me”. “Michael has a birthday-party coming up next weekend. His wife will have my bollocks, if I don’t show; with a date”, Raymond said. “So, I can’t cancel on you this time”.

I took out the dress, and held it against me. “Bringing me as your date for your boss’ party… that’s pretty official, love”, I smiled. “It is, and it’s about time”, Ray responded. “And as far as where to store it…”. He tilted his head, and looked pleadingly. “Please leave that rat infested hell hole of a flat, and move in here permanently. I have to take a shower every time I come home from that place”. “It’s not that bad”, I said. “My next-door neighbor bakes me cookies every Christmas”. “And the one further down the hall, sells smack out of his trunk”, Ray retorted.

I bit my lip. “You really want me here? With my novelty mugs, and sneakers littering the hallway?”. “Absolutely”, Ray assured me. “Gives me ample opportunity to shag you on every surface we didn’t make it to tonight”. “Even the table in the backyard?”, I grinned. “We’ll have to make sure the grill isn’t so hot, you burn your perfect ass”, he said. “What do you say…?”. “Fuck it. Why not…?”.

Ray smiled warmly, and wrapped me in his arms. “Just for future reference; I prefer Burger King over Mickey D’s”.

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[harvestleaves]

Finally Free

Summary: TK’s scared to come out, but he’s got Luca’s hoodie.  It had never failed to keep him feeling safe and loved, and it wasn’t going to fail him now.​

A/N: Here’s my interpretation on TK’s coming out, featuring Luca’s hoodie! So this can be seen as sort of a sequel to Parent’s Nightmare.  Thank you so much to @melodrama-lorde and @halsteadmarchs​ for the fic inspiration!!  You both know what you inspired 😉.  You can also read this on Ao3 here.

Rating: G

Word Count: 1,471

TK was ten when he first realized he didn’t like girls.

He was twelve when he had his first kiss.  It was with a girl, at his friend’s thirteenth birthday party and it felt like kissing a relative, awkward and uncomfortable.

Now, he was fourteen and a freshman in high school and keeping the biggest secret of his life.  Sure, his parents were supportive of the LGBTQ community, but TK wasn’t sure if Owen and Gwyneth would be okay with their own son being gay.

He was gay.

He’d only thought those words, scared that the second he said them aloud, his whole life would change.  But as the days kept passing, he was getting more anxious, worried he would snap if he didn’t finally tell someone.

He wished Luca was still alive.

Luca’s former boyfriend Matt still kept in touch with Owen however, always offering to take TK to the park or to a Mets game.  It had been eight years since 9/11, and TK wished every day that Luca was still around, he probably would’ve already said the words by now if he was.

Luca and Matt were the reason TK never thought anything of his interest in boys when he was growing up, he grew up in a community where gay couples were treated just as normally as straight ones.  Shivering, TK opened his closet door and skimmed over the hoodies hung up before his gaze fell on Luca’s old sweatshirt and he took it off the hanger.

It was a golden yellow, and still in pristine condition.  After Luca had passed, he was extremely gentle with it.  For the first month after 9/11, TK would barely let his mom wash it, worried that the comforting scent of Luca’s cologne would be erased and it would truly sink in that his human security blanket was gone forever.

Bringing the hoodie up to his face, TK inhaled the scent of the laundry detergent his dad used, and the faint scent of the cologne he’d sprayed on it the last time he’d worn it.  The cologne was a birthday present from Matt when he turned fourteen, a bottle of the same cologne Luca had worn.  Blinking back tears at the memory, TK took a shaky breath through his nose and tugged the hoodie on.  It was still oversized on his lanky frame, and he still had to push the sleeves up over his hands to use them, but otherwise, he was finally starting to fit it.  He felt safe though.  Every time he put this sweatshirt on, it was like getting a hug.

Looking up at the clock, he decided to go for a walk since his dad was still at work and headed out after grabbing his inhaler and shoving it in his pocket, feeling like he just needed to get some fresh air.

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His walk led him to Station 252, and he let out a relieved sigh when one of the firefighters, a guy named Brett approached where he was sitting on the couch.

“TK?  Hey kiddo, your dad’s out on a call what’s going on?  You look anxious.”

“I-I’m okay.  D-do you know when my dad is going to be back?  I just really need to talk to him,” TK finally said, though his voice was barely above a whisper as he looked up at Brett, the tears starting to fill his eyes again as he tugged nervously on the sleeves of his hoodie.

“Not sure kiddo.  They got called out about forty minutes ago.  Is there something I can help you with?” Brett asked gently as he sat down next to TK, unsure whether or not he should offer the teen a hug.  TK looked like his world was about to crumble to pieces, and Brett’s heart ached for the teen.

“Kiddo?  Can you take a deep breath for me?  You’re starting to wheeze.  I know your dad would put me on scut duty for a week if you had an attack on my watch,” Brett tried joking as he reached out to rub a hand over TK’s upper back, holding out his hand for TK’s inhaler after he dug it out of his pocket.

“Take a breath of this for me, then I can take you to your dad’s office.  Maybe if you had some quiet, you could calm down a little,” Brett reasoned as he shook the inhaler for TK and held it up to his mouth, watching TK inhale the medicine before he counted under his breath and instructed TK to exhale.

“Let’s get you up to Cap’s office and I can make you a cup of camomile tea with honey.  How does that sound?”

TK simply nodded and followed Brett to Owen’s office, curling up in one of the cozy chairs as he watched Brett walk back out and down the stairs.

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“Hey, Cap!  Your kid’s upstairs in your office. He looks really frazzled though and wouldn’t tell me what’s wrong,” Brett whispered after laying a hand on Owen’s shoulder, not wanting others to hear what was going on.

Owen raised an eyebrow in surprise before he let out a soft sigh.  He and Gwyneth had a feeling that TK was gay, but he hadn’t approached them, or Enzo yet, and he didn’t want to push the topic if his son wasn’t ready.

“Thank you.  I’ll go talk to him.”

Making his way up the stairs to his office, Owen paused outside of the glass wall to peek in at his son.

TK’s eyes were teary and red-rimmed, his leg was bouncing nervously, and his hands had moved from tugging on his sleeves to playing nervously with the strings of his hoodie.  Thoughts were racing through his brain at a mile a minute, and TK had to squeeze his eyes shut to take a deep breath through his nose, willing himself to calm down.

He was in Luca’s hoodie.  It was safe.  He was safe.  This sweatshirt had never failed him in the past, and it sure as hell wasn’t going to fail him now, not when he needed it the most.

Owen’s concerned smile turned into a frown as he studied TK before he gently walked in.

“Hey kiddo, what’s going on?  Brett said you needed to talk to me,” Owen spoke softly as he sat in the chair next to TK rather than the one behind his desk, ready to give his son a hug.

TK didn’t look up at Owen as he started to speak, too scared that there was going to be disappointment in his eyes.

“I-I wanna tell you, b-but I’m scared,” TK choked out as stared down at his lap, choosing to focus on the rapid bounce of his knee rather than looking around.

“Ty, what are you scared of?  There is absolutely nothing you can tell me that would make me angry or upset with you.  I love you, and there is nothing that could ever change that.  Do you understand?” Owen asked, placing a hand over TK’s knee to stop the bouncing, his heart breaking at TK finally looked up at him, eyes bloodshot from crying.

“I-I’m gay.”

Owen didn’t mean to laugh.  He really didn’t, but he couldn’t help the small chuckle that slid past his lips.

“I know.  I’ve known since you were five.  When you found out Luca had a boyfriend, and you asked if that meant that one day, you too could have a boyfriend,” Owen smiled, watching TK’s mouth drop open in surprise before he groaned and dropped his head into his hands in embarrassment.

“You knew?!  You knew this whole time and you didn’t think to mention it to me?” TK gasped out, more offended that Owen knew than anything.  “Does mom know too?”

“Well yeah, did you really think we wouldn’t figure it out with your childhood crush on Orlando Bloom?  Or the fact that just last year you said that you thought Robert Pattinson was super hot?  It wasn’t our place to tell you that you were gay.  We had to let you figure it out on your own,” Owen said gently as he reached out to ruffle TK’s hair.

“We still love you though, no matter what.  Do you want me to be there when you tell your mom and Enzo?”

“Yes, please.  C-can we hug now?” TK asked with a shy smile as his dad pulled him into a tight embrace.

The hoodie hadn’t failed him, and if he wore it when he came out to his mom and Enzo, and Matt, then no one else had to know the reason behind it but him.  It was okay for him to still have a security blanket, it was almost as good as a hug from Luca, but still not quite the same.

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[twistedcharismaaa]

Lost & Found

Summary: You’re living a suffocating life and you finally find breath in Masego.

Author’s Note: Hi guys! I hope you guys are doing well! So I recently fell in love with the artist “Masego”. You guys should really check out his music! It’s beautiful beyond words! I officially have two husbands now. Anywho, I hope you guys enjoy this story. Please leave a comment for ya girl! I love you guys and enjoyyyyyyyy!

His concentrated eyes steadily followed her every subtle movement as she quietly dusted the lobby of the hotel. No words were spoken but short glances were exchanged between them. It was something about her dark brown cat-shaped eyes that called out to him. 

“Sir? I said is there anything else I can do for you?” the receptionist quizzed while sliding him his key card to his presidential suite.

The sound of the receptionist’s voice pulled him out of his gaze. He eyed the lady warmly and stuffed his key cards in his pocket. He returned a polite smile to her and thanked her briefly. 

“You said room 444 right?” he questioned.

“Yes, and the elevator is to your right,” she assured.

He swiftly picked up his luggage and proceeded towards the elevator. He brushed passed the woman who was diligently cleaning and winked at her before turning the corner.

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“Okay Terri, is there anything else you need from me before I go?” you asked while pushing your cart into the janitor’s closet. 

You wiped the sweat from your brow and smiled at her with tired eyes. You desperately wanted to rest your aching feet and relieve the tension in your shoulders. The day seemed unending and there wasn’t a muscle or joint that wasn’t sore. You pushed your body to its limits after cleaning 20 hotel rooms from top to bottom. Each room had to be swept, dusted, scrubbed, and then polished. Working in an established hotel had its perks and downfalls. The workday was longer and harder, but the pay was decent.

“Before you go, Charisma, I need you to deliver fresh towels to room 444,” she said as she handed you fresh warm all-white towels and cloths.

“Yes ma’am,” you replied.

“Oh, and Charisma?” she questioned.

“What the fuck else does she want now?” you thought.

“Happy Birthday,” she said sweetly.

“Thank you,” you responded lowly.

“Any plans?” 

“I’m sure my boyfriend has something up his sleeve,” you answered while shaking your head.

You knew your boyfriend of two years like the back of your hand. You knew that there was no extravagant surprise waiting for you when you got home or a simple thoughtful gift. After suffering your miscarriage last year, the relationship became strained. Conversations became shorter between each other and the encounters became more awkward. Two warm bodies sharing a queen-sized mattress still felt lonely. There was a hole in your relationship. It often had you wondering if there was a hole left in you. In him? At the time, Des supported you the best way that he could. Maybe you didn’t support him well enough since he never opened up about the loss of the baby. Or maybe he never opened up to you about it?

“Well, I’m going to deliver these towels. Have a good one Terri.” you continued. You clocked out and closed the door behind you to the laundry room. You didn’t want her to pry any further and you didn’t want your head to spin any further.

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You knocked at the door briefly staring at the numbers 445. You were becoming slightly doubtful in your decision making. Your body is tired and your brain is beyond clouded. So when Terri was giving you instruction earlier, naturally, you tuned her out. 

“Shit, did she say 444 or 445?” you muttered to yourself.

You pressed your ear to the door before knocking again. You faintly heard music playing from inside. 

“Housekeeping!” you yelled while knocking once more.

The room became silent, the door opened abruptly, and your eyes met a tall almond skinned man. His smile was wide and cheerful and his eyes seemed genuine. He wore an opened dark purple silk shirt along with matching silk pants. His shimmering golden saxophone dangled around his neck stylishly. His two-strand twists dangled on his forehead and swung naturally with each passing movement. He leaned on the door casually and stuffed his hands in his pockets.

“Hi, I’m sorry to disturb you. Did you call the front desk for extra towels?” you questioned with false confidence.

Something about those cat-shaped eyes he thought to himself. Captivating, beautiful.

“Uh, yea actually. I spilled something in my room.” He lied. 

“They didn’t inform me about a spill. Let me go and get further assistance,” you said while handing him the towels.

“Ok ok, that was my attempt at being suave and cool. I didn’t order the towels or anything. I just think you’re beautiful and this is me officially and unofficially shooting my shot.” he said while laughing at himself.

You felt your cheeks become flushed and a smile forms on your lips. Subconsciously, you looked him over and bit your lip.

“Thank you,” you reply while teetering back and forth on your tippy-toes.

“But, I actually have an um boyfriend. His name is Desmonde.” you continued awkwardly.

“I respect that. But you are beautiful though, thank you again for the towels,” he says while backing into his hotel room.

His gaze on you made you feel warm, wanted, and maybe even whole. The way his deep brown eyes lingered on yours and the subtle licking of his pink lips awakened the sleeping parts of you. You were adored by him and you couldn’t help but think of Des. The last time he looked at you like this, you were kissing him slowly and deeply while he embedded his manhood into your silk glistening flesh. That was the night that he admitted that he wanted to start a family with you.

You felt your phone vibrating in your pocket incessantly. 

“It was nice meeting you...” you paused waiting for him to formally introduce himself.

“You can call me Micah,” he smirked.

“Nice meeting you, Micah,” you said before you pulled your phone from your pocket. You smiled once more at him and left him standing in the doorway.

“Hey, sorry work ran a little long today. Wassup?” you answered casually.

“They had my girl working hard on her birthday?” he replied.

“Something like that. I’ll be home in 20 minutes.”

“Good, cause I have a surprise for you,” he said eagerly.

“Oh … wow. Ok, I can’t wait to see what it is,” you answer stunned.

“I think you’re going to love it. Just hurry home,” he said.

“Will do.“

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You unlocked the door to your small apartment. Instantly, the smell of weed hits your nostrils. You feel your routine irritation grow and with every passing second as the tension heightens in your shoulders. Dishes were left in the sink, ashes rested on your countertop, and empty Henny bottles sat on the kitchen table. Over the last couple of months, Des had picked up a habit of “self-soothing”. You knew depression affected everyone differently, but at the same time, you lost the same thing that he did. An angel that grew in your womb. You experienced the stomach twisting pain while the blood spread down your thighs. You remember the apologetic look in the doctor’s blue eyes as the procedure was performed on you. The loss, the sense of failure and self-worthlessness traveled with you every day. But yet, you get up tirelessly, relentlessly and head to work. Maybe you’re being inconsiderate. Maybe dramatic? Selfish?

“Happy Birthday Charisma,” Des said while kissing your cheek while offering you a hit.

“Where’s that gift you promised me?” you ask while inhaling deeply letting the substance calm you. 

“This shit stronger than usual?” you continue.

“Hell yea, cause it’s my girl’s birthday,” he yells. 

“What your girl wants is for you to clean up this place.” you joke with a serious undertone.

“I’ll clean it up before we leave. I want to take you out. This place has food, live music, and other shit. We haven’t done anything like that in a while.” he replies.

“Baby, I’m a little beat. I just want a hot bath-”

“I got you a cake too, your favorite.” he interrupts.

“Desmonde-” 

“I need this ok? I need a night out and I need it with you baby. Please?” he begged showcasing all of his frustrations.

“Ok, let me shower and get dressed. Whatever you need baby,” you whisper.

After about an hour and a half, your face was fully covered in natural light makeup. Your full lips were covered in dark purple lipstick for a touch of color since you were wearing an all-black dress. Your natural curls were neatly tucked away in a high-puff. You wore silver hoop earrings and lightly sprayed yourself with your favorite fragrance for the finishing touch. You ran your hands over the smoothness of your dress and smiled at yourself in the mirror. Des was right, it had been a while since you’ve both had a date night. 

Desmond knocked on the bathroom door and greeted you with a silent head nod. You smiled at him and twirled yourself in a circle so he could view from all angles. He grabbed your wrist and softly pulled you closer to him.

“Happy Birthday Charisma, I mean it,” he said while kissing your cheek. 

“Damn girl, you look so good. What am I going to do with you?” he  continued.

“You don’t look so bad yourself. You smell good too,” you said while straightening out his silver chain.

“Thank you, baby girl, you ready to go?” you quizzed.

You nodded and followed behind him.

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The club was crowded to capacity. You and Desmonde found seats by the bar. The woman next to you smiled at you slyly while sipping on her drink.

“You keep tugging at your dress!” she yelled to you over the music playing the background.

“Yeah! I didn’t realize how short it was or how tall I was! I haven’t been out in a while. Can you tell?” you yelled back while laughing nervously.

“Bartender! Can I get another one of these and then one for my friend? Thank you!” the woman yelled.

“No you shouldn’t have!” you replied.

“I want to! Enjoy yourself on me!” she said before rising from her seat and disappearing into the crowd.

You thanked the bartender for your drink and sipped on it. You noticed that Des’ eyes were glued to his phone. He seemed elsewhere. Distant.

“We could always go back home baby,” you said while rubbing his thigh lovingly.

“Nah, I’m good. You good? Let me just find the bathroom real quick. I’ll be right back.” he said reassuringly. 

You nodded and watched him disappear into the crowd too.

Desmonde looked down at his phone and texted Brittany frantically. His veins were popping out of his forehead from the steam that was arising from within. His nose flared and his breathing was heavy, uneven. Brittany was the woman that was sitting inches away from his girlfriend earlier at the bar. He had been “seeing” her shortly after the passing of his baby. She was available, a distraction.

“You looking for me baby boy?” she yelled from a dark corner of the club.

“Yo what the fuck Brit! What the fuck was that?” he yelled while towering over her. He placed both hands on the wall cornering her in.

“She looked like a sad puppy, I thought some liquid courage could smooth her poor soul. You should be thanking me.” she spat.

“Watch your mouth,” he replied sternly.

“Or what?” she answered with a raised brow while palming his dick.

Desmonde licked his lips and watched her stroke him.

“I’m not gonna fuck you in this club,” he said.

“So you want it in my car then?” she smirked.

He grabbed her chin and kissed her lips aggressively. 

“Stay the fuck away from Charisma. Got it?” he said before following her out of the club.

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You were positive that the line to the bathroom was long. You just hoped that Desmonde wouldn’t miss the special guest that was coming to perform. You finished your drink and made your way closer to the stage. The crowd’s energy reached another level. You heard ecstatic screams coming mostly from the women. 

You saw the name “Masego” highlighted in neon colors and a tall man approaching the stage playing his black shimmering saxophone. You swayed casually and listened to the soothing sounds coming from him. He took a breath and grabbed the mic in front of him patting his right foot repeatedly.

 The spotlight finally fixated on him. You could see everything clearly even from a distance. His height, his radiant skin, and that smile. Wait a minute, this all seems familiar. It couldn’t be … it can’t be? Micah?

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The Kings Mate

Chapter 12

Why Do You Draw Me?

Pencil trailing across the page of Luna’s sketch book, her back leaned against the well while the mysterious male laid not too far from her sight. She had gone back to the well because Kagome had gone off with Keade somewhere and she really didn’t feel like being stuck with Inuyasha. The scenery before her had inspired her inner artist, as the trees and sunlight just bloomed with beauty; and the male added to the beautiful scene. “Why do you sit there so close to this Sesshomaru?” the male questioned. The female looked away from her drawing and towards the male. “The scenery, and I'm staying away from Inuyasha.. He has a loud mouth..” she stated. Her voice was soft and peaceful not wanting to disturb some of the animals she was sketching. She could fell Sesshomaru’s eyes on her but she didn’t look up as she continued sketching. Her pencil creating a satisfyingly through the air mixing with the birds. The sound actually calmed the male, and let him know that he wasn’t alone’ but her scent is what really attracted him. It wasn’t what he first sensed on her but something sweeter. “What are you wearing that smells so sweet?” he questioned. He heard the female hum, and watched as she lower her book and pencil reaching into her bag pulling out a pink bottle. “Vanilla and cherry blossom perfume..” she stated softly. She lightly sprayed the perfume in the air, allowing the male to get a whiff of the sweet scented perfume. It was famine and made his beast growl in delight. She smiled setting the bottle down and picked her items back up and went back to drawing, now paying more attention to the male; but she stopped, slowly turning the page. “May I ask you a question..?” she asked softly. “What is it?” he stated showing interest in what the female could ask him. She slowly stood up and walked over kneeling down and turned the sketch book, showing the drawing of a male that looked identical to the male she was now kneeling beside. “Who is he..?” she asked softly. He sat up more placing his right arm over his knee, and used his other hand to take the book from her. His eyes widened when he saw the picture. “Where have you seen this man?” he asked her. “Sometimes he just flashes through my head. And sometimes he’s in my dreams. My grandfather says its just random images. But then I saw you last night and thought of how similar his features where to yours..” she explained softly. He could hear the confusion in her voice. Why does this girl see his father flash through her mind? “When did these images start?” he questioned her. She turned her head slightly thinking to herself. “When I turned 14.. So 2 years ago..” She said softly. “Who is he..?” she asked. He met her eyes, gold mixing with brown. “The great dog demon, Toga.. Is what people called him. He was the lord of the western lands. He ruled beside the princess of the Northern Lands. He died hundreds of years ago, trying to save a human woman. He died in a battle against a human, having already suffered wounds. He left his eldest son and mate behind to save a woman and a half breed.” he explained. The female listened closely showing full interest in the story. “What happened to the eldest son and the mate..? Are they still alive..?” she asked. “Your looking at the son.” he stated. Her eyes widened slightly before looking down feeling like an idiot. “I'm sorry..” she said softly. “What for..? I could care less about my pathetic excuse of a father. And my mother was no better. Though she was heartbroken after the death of her mate.” he stated. He left out the fact that he had killed his own mother, but he had allowed her to reunite with her mate allowing her soul drift on with Toga. He turned the page of the sketch book in which she didn’t seem to mind. “Why do your draw me?” he questioned looking at the drawing of himself. “You make a perfect canvas..” she said softly. A beautiful smile caressing her features watching as he looked through her drawings. 

She looked down and leaned back and rested against the tree beside the male, in which he didn’t seem to mind that her shoulder was touching his, or the way her legs where folded touching his kimono. He actually enjoyed the females company, she was gentle and kind with the way she spoke; and knew to speak in quiet voice so she wouldn’t disturb him in any way. And her perfume seem to calm his beast which no one has ever been able to do. He then stopped at a page where it was just filled with a written response type. He began reading through it as the female didn’t seem to mind.  ‘My name is Luna Higurashi, it is 4/16/2018; I'm 14 years old.. I just discovered that I have ice abilities, my grandfather says its normal; but my siblings think it abnormal. The man in my dreams says its a blessing placed on a human girl, and that I’m special. I can stand the cold, and create ice with any part of my body. But it’s dangerous. It counters on my emotions. If I’m angry the ice will come out showing my anger, through sadness it will freeze everything around me creating an extremely cold environment, and when I’m happy it creates beautiful designs.’ he stopped reading and looked towards the girl, who was looking up calmly. “Show me these ice abilities.” he ordered in a stern but calm voice. Luna quickly looked at him with a surprised look before looking away slowly pushing herself up. He stood up himself shutting the sketch book and walked with her to a pond. He stood back and watched as the female kneeled down, her hand moved into the water and her eyes turned a dull deep blue. She lifted her hand up and the lake turned to ice, her breath coming out as the temperature lowered. 

“I can’t control it..meaning I can only do certain things..” she simply said. Her breath showing standing up and looking back at the male. Glossed over blue eyes meeting his golden ones. “Just need practice. I’m sure your not able to in your time. But here you have plenty of places to train, mostly in the north. Travel with me to the north, find a demon that has abilities like you.” He stated. She was surprised by his gesture of traveling with him. What would her sister think? She then smiled and nodded. “I just have to get my things from the village.” She said softly looking at him. He nodded and turned around keeping her sketch book and walking off back to the tree the two had been leaning on previously.

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