#giving ya'll so the best hugs known to man

[silentgravesdontexist]

I said I'd be sappy today, so, here I am. There will be a bit of lore-drop and some yapping below the cut!

For over a decade of my life, I've never felt like I deserved love nor did I feel like I was loved. Went through life as a kid until late teens thinking that my existence was a sin and that I should never have been born at all. How everyone would be so much happier if I someone else took my place. Someone smarter, kinder, and easier to love. It left this black hole in my heart that couldn't be filled no matter what I did.

I felt like I was going through life without purpose or aim. Like I was just some hollow shell of a human. And I hated it. It wasn't as if I'd constantly feel depressed, cry it out in the evening and drag myself out of bed next morning. I was numb to everything. Like I wasn't even living my own life. Just putting on a show for everyone.

Then last year happened. I dropped out of college.

It was just felt like everything had built up far too much and I finally broke. Everything I held inside just broke and tore to pieces all over the place. It was messy and I hated it so much. For months, I spiraled and isolated myself. Took so long to recover from it. I tried desperately even though I had no idea what I was doing.

A few months ago, my friend asked me: "Are you happy?" It was a genuine question that caught me off-guard. My words died in my mouth. For so long I had gotten used to my mind immediately responding with "No" even if I actually said "Yes" out loud. But it was that moment that I said "Yes" both in my mind and out loud.

I cried. Tears were just pricking my eyes and I could feel like this weight lifted off my chest. It dawned on me that I truly answered "Yes" at that question. My life had been far from perfect that moment. It was chaotic and I had been going through a bunch of things. But I still said yes. Even after living my life believing that I would always feel like the answer was no. I finally answered yes.

Kept asking myself that over and over again for the months after. And I still kept answering yes. Despite how things got tough. I am happy. Not only that but I finally feel loved. After living my whole life fighting and trying so hard to be loved and feel like I am loved, I finally felt like I am loved by the people around me. The gaping hole in my chest had finally been filled so much that it feels like my heart would burst at the seams.

It wasn't just irl that has made me feel like this but so many of the people here as well. Every kind interaction with you all, no matter how small, took part in healing and filling that emptiness in me. Every kind word and interaction. Every time I receive support on this hellsite for the things I am passionate about. Each time, I felt like a part of me healed. Like the endless black hole closed bit by bit. Even if it may have been nothing to you or you'll think that it was just some small thing, it meant so much to me. Always will.

Thank you for being kind to me. I love you all so much.

[urmum-lovesme]

Angel Baby - Rafe Cameron x Kook!reader P6

pairing: Best Friend!Rafe Cameron x Kook!Best-Friend!reader

summary: Rafe and Reader have known each other since kindergarten, always side by side, the king and princess of Figure 8. So why now does he start feeling different towards her, when all she's ever been is his best friend?

an: Hey ya'll. Sorry for the delay, I've been busy but this is super duper long (litch 10k). I decided to introduce someone new in this chpt, cause he's going to be c-r-u-c-i-a-l in the story later on guys. We get protective!Rafe and jealous!Rafe as well ig cause my man got a little competition. Poor y/n and her mom, I just wanna give her a hug. AND A REVELATION OMG I FORGOT HAHAHA RAFE GETS HIS ACT TOGETHER SORTA AND HAS AN EPIPHANY. Thank you so much for all the love this series has received I love you all so much.

warnings: dismissive mother, mention of sex, drug usage, smoking, alcohol, driving under the influence, feelings (so terrifying)

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The morning air was humid as Y/N’s trainer clad feet moved through the kitchen, putting her plates away from breakfast. The boys had insisted they all go golfing, so here she was getting ready to get picked up. Just as she was about to walk out the front door, she felt a familiar, cool hand on her arm.

“Y/N.”

She froze, sighing internally before turning to face her mother, who stood in the doorway, arms crossed and eyes narrowed. Her mother’s gaze immediately dropped to her skirt, a disapproving frown forming on her face.

“That’s what you’re wearing?” 

Although her voice was steady, there was an edge to it. The unspoken criticism was clear in her tone. Y/N looked down at the white skirt, feeling the heat rise in her cheeks. It wasn’t that short, but her mother always seemed to find something wrong with whatever she wore. It didn’t help that their relationship had been strained for months now, she’d realised that the older she got her and her mother seemed to drift further apart. Everything she did felt like a disappointment to her, and this was just one more thing to add to the list.

“It’s just golf, Mom,” 

Y/N replied, trying to keep her tone light, but her irritation was starting to bubble up. Her mother’s eyes remained cold, assessing her daughter's appearance. “It’s... short.” The judgment was clear in her voice. 

“You’re not going out like that.”

Y/N could feel the tension tightening in her chest, but she held her ground, “It’s not like I’m going clubbing, Mom. It’s just the guys.”

Her mother’s gaze hardened, and she took a step closer, lowering her voice. “You’re not a little girl anymore, Y/N, and I can’t keep covering for your mistakes.” She swallowed at her mothers words, mouth going dry. 

“The gala tonight, you’ll be wearing something appropriate for that?”

Y/N’s stomach twisted. She’d completely forgotten about the gala, both her parents planning the event weeks in advance. She knew her attendance was non-negotiable, and it was always about looking perfect, being perfect. It felt suffocating.

“I know,” Y/N said, her voice quieter now, but still tinged with a hint of frustration. She wasn’t sure if she was trying to appease her mother or convince herself. Her mother didn’t seem satisfied with the answer, though,

 “I expect you to be on time and present yourself well tonight, Y/N.” The girl shook her head silently as she looked down from the floor to the woman.

 "Don’t embarrass me.” 

There was no warmth in her words, no affection—just an icy expectation. Y/N clenched her jaw, forcing a smile, though it didn’t reach her eyes. “I’ll be there.”

Her mother nodded once, but her gaze lingered for a moment, before she turned back toward the kitchen. Y/N stood there for a moment, feeling the weight of her mother’s eyes still pressing on her. Then, she shook it off, pushing the nagging feeling in her stomach aside as she shut the door behind her.

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Rafe stood in the driveway, staring off into the distance, lost in his thoughts. The previous weekend had been a mess in his mind. He had felt guilty about how close he had gotten to Y/N, but he was also frustrated because it was all he could think about, the image of her on her knees lingering in his mind. She was his best friend, and yet, there was something different now, something he couldn't ignore. His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the front door opening, making his head snap up. He watched as she stepped out of the house, her presence pulling him in like a magnet. Y/N pranced down the steps and walked up to the car, her steps light. She refused to acknowledge the awkwardness from the moment she had shared with Rafe last time, 

That was just Rafe being Rafe

"Morning."

Rafe’s eyes couldn’t help but wander over her, his gaze lingering on the white skirt she wore and the bare skin of her legs beneath it. His stomach dropped slightly, and he quickly realized where his thoughts were heading. He snapped his eyes up to her face, trying to act normal,

“Morning.”

Y/N smirked, trying to lighten the mood, and asked, 

“Ready to go, um… hit some balls?” 

Her attempt at humor fell flat, but Rafe couldn’t help the small chuckle that escaped him, a smirk tugging at his lips at her poor attempt at a joke.

“Not the best wording there, Y/N.”

"Whatever," she sing-songed, clearly unbothered as she slipped into the car. Rafe shook his head with a grin before getting into the driver’s seat, trying his best to push down the odd mix of feelings that swirled in his chest. 

The scenery outside the car window blurred as Rafe drove toward the country club. Topper and Kelce had told them they'd meet them there, so it was just the two of them for now. The drive was silent- at least for Rafe. He tried to focus on the road ahead, but his eyes kept drifting over to her. She sat in the passenger seat, her legs on display, her smooth skin practically taunting him with every curve. He shifted in his seat, uncomfortable, but couldn't seem to stop himself.

“So… how’s your week been?” Y/N asked, her voice breaking the silence. She rested her head against the headrest, gazing lazily out the window, but there was an unreadable expression on her face. His eyes quickly moved up to meet hers. Their eyes locked, his tongue coming out to wet his lips.

“Yeah, good... not bad.”

“Mmhmm.” 

Should I..? 

Y/N turned her head toward him, her eyes curious. “How’s your…?” She hesitated, unsure if he'd want to talk about it, she decided to ask anyway,

“How’s your counselling going?”

Her question caught him off guard. Nobody had brought up his sessions, nobody but her knew about them, so a small part of him was pleasantly surprised that she had asked. He had expected to talk about anything but that today, yet hearing her ask made something shift in him- something softer, more vulnerable. He didn’t know whether to lie or tell the truth but in the end, he figured there was no point in hiding it from her. She was the one who had recommended the counselor to him in the first place, after all he trusted her more than anyone.

“It’s alright, I guess…”

He scratched the back of his neck. “I mean, it’s nice to talk to someone who’s not gonna judge me for once.” A soft smile tugged at her lips, her eyes bright with something like relief. “You’re doing better, Rafe,” she said, her voice gentle but full of sincerity. “I’ve noticed... .”

She’s noticed? 

His eyes lingered on her for a moment, the smile on her face making him feel both grateful and undeserving. She saw the change in him, it was all he could do to not let the feeling of guilt swallow him whole. Here she was looking out for him, and he’d ended up lusting over her like a desperate animal.

“Yeah... I guess I am…” he muttered, his voice low, almost too quiet for her to hear. He didn't want to look at her now, not when the weight of everything was making him feel guilty. 

You need to get it together.

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The club was relatively quiet as they walked onto the golf grounds. Y/N followed closely behind Rafe, her eyes scanning the peaceful surroundings while he led the way, his gear slung casually over his shoulder As they moved closer to the course, the sounds of the game became apparent- the sharp thwack of clubs striking golf balls, the low hum of conversation from a few scattered players. Every now and then, his hand brushed against hers as they walked side by side. Each fleeting touch sent a shiver through him that he couldn’t shake, a small jolt of electricity that shot up his arm. He fought the impulse to lace their fingers together, to pull her hand into his and savor the sensation of her skin against his. But he didn’t, couldn’t, because the idea of crossing that line between friendship and something more was terrifying. 

Still, the desire was there, undeniable and persistent.

“Hey, I think they’re over there…” 

Y/N spoke up, her voice drawing his attention. She squinted at a pair of figures in the distance before raising her brows slightly. “Wait... there’s someone else with them.” Rafe followed her gaze, his brow furrowing. Sure enough, Topper and Kelce were standing on the course, but there was another guy with them, Rafe didn’t recognize him.

“Who’s that?” he muttered, eyes narrowing as he studied the unfamiliar figure. Y/N shrugged, her curiosity piqued. “I don’t know. Let’s find out.” She started walking toward them, not bothering to wait for him. the boy rolled his eyes at her before he fell into step beside her, his eyes lingering on the unknown guy as they walked. As they neared, Kelce and Topper spotted them and waved in greeting, their faces lighting up as the two approached.

“Hey, guys!” 

Y/N called out with a bright smile, her voice warm and easy as always, Kelce gave a playful grin,

“Nice of you to finally show up,”

He teased, strolling over to the girl his eyes flickered between her and Rafe, but he didn’t catch the subtle tension hanging in the air. Y/N shrugged casually, a mischievous glint in her eye. 

“S’my fault actually,” she said, her gaze briefly flicking to Rafe before she continued. “Wasn’t sure if I wanted to go full glam today.” Kelce stared at her, eyebrows raised. 

“Full glam? For golf?”

Y/N nodded seriously, not missing a beat. “Priorities.”

Kelce snorted in disbelief. “Right, because those extra few inches of eyeliner are gonna help you sink a hole in one.”

Y/N rolled her eyes at him, “you wouldn’t understand. It’s an art form.” Kelce chuckled at the girl raising his hands in surrender,

“Whatever you say, Pickaxe-o. ”

"It's Picasso dumbass."

Rafe’s eyes drifted to the unfamiliar guy again. Kelce noticed the subtle shift in Rafe’s gaze and raised a brow, clearly sensing the unspoken question. Her eyes rolled at him before they were drawn back to the boy standing slightly behind the two. His brown hair, soft and tousled in gentle curls, fell just the right way, framing his striking features: a strong jawline that gave his face a defined, almost sculptural edge, paired with dark eyebrows that framed his sharp, green eyes - there was something magnetic about them. She smiled at him, tilting her head slightly.

“I don’t think we’ve met…”

The boy looked over at Y/N, a smirk creeping onto his face at the question. “Nope, guess we haven’t,” he said, his voice smooth. He held his hand out between them. 

“I’m Cooper.”

Y/N’s eyes widened as she processed his name, a small laugh escaping her. “Oh, you’re Cooper!” she said, realizing who he was. She remembered the conversation she’d had with the boys on her yacht a while back, the new Kook who’d moved from New York. She reached her hand out to him, her smile warm. 

“Nice to finally meet you, I’m Y/N.”

Cooper took her hand, shaking it slowly, a smirk tugging at his lips. 

“Nice to meet you too, Y/N…” 

He paused for a moment, his eyes flicking down to glance over her body for a split second before bringing them back to her face, the smirk still firmly in place.

“The boys have told me a lot about you.”

“All bad, I hope,” Y/N joked, watching as he pulled his hand away, folding his arms.

Well rumours true… he’s kinda hot

Cooper chuckled at her comment, “Oh yeah, absolutely,” he replied, sarcasm lacing his words as he smirked at her, he was clearly amused by the girl. Y/N let out a humoured breath at his words, yet just as she was about to say something more, she heard Rafe clear his throat behind her. She turned slightly, suddenly remembering he hadn’t met the boy yet.

It’s not that he wanted to dampen the mood but Rafe wasn’t necessarily enjoying watching the interaction between the girl and Cooper, but he couldn’t exactly put his finger on why. It felt weird watching his girl- his best friend- flirt with another guy in front of him, it was different when she was with girls, that’d never bothered him, he actually found it pretty entertaining. Maybe it was the way she was laughing so easily at whatever Cooper was saying, the way her eyes sparkled with amusement. She was his… she was his friend, and another guys attention on her was… weird to get used to.

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After their brief introduction, the five of them had taken the golf carts and driven a little further out on the course. Now parked up, Y/N sat in one of the carts, watching the boys in front of her as they discussed their swings. 

Swings? 

Was that it? She wasn’t really sure. She didn’t know much about golf- if she was being honest, she wasn’t really that interested in it. She’d just wanted to get out of the house for a while. 

Rafe stood off to the side, quietly observing the trio as they debated different techniques, only half-listening. His attention kept flicking over to Y/N, who sat in the cart, looking bored. He couldn’t help but smile at the expression on her face, the girl looked like she was about to fall asleep. 

"You got a little staring problem there, bud," she teased, raising an eyebrow at him. Rafe’s head snapped toward her, his eyes wide for a moment, like a deer caught in headlights. He quickly masked his surprise, but the slight flush creeping up his neck was enough to betray him. Rafe raised his own eyebrow, 

“You’re one to talk Princess. I noticed you checking him out.”

Y/N’s cheeks flushed just a bit as Rafe looked over to the brown haired boy who’s just swung his club through the air. She scoffed, rolling her eyes. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Rafe chuckled softly, clearly enjoying her reaction. He was pleased that he’d gotten under her skin a little. He started walking over to her, standing just by the side of her golf cart and looking down at her.

“You sure about that? You were staring at him pretty damn intently…”

Y/N shrugged, trying to act nonchalant, but her eyes flickered away as she bit down on her bottom lip to hide the smile that was threatening to break through.

He does have nice arms

Even though she wasn’t interested in golf, she had to admit she appreciated the view- every time Cooper raised his arms to swing, his muscles flexed, and it was hard not to notice. 

Rafe’s gaze immediately shifted to her bottom lip as she bit down on it, she was trying so hard to hide her smile, trying to pretend she wasn’t checking out the guy right in front of him. But Rafe could see right through her, eyes having lingered on Cooper’s toned arms more than once. He wasn’t used to this feeling- this tiny twinge of jealousy that stirred in his chest.

“Well, you know…” Y/N said, her eyes drifting over to Cooper, who had just raised his hand to messily push his hair out of his eyes. 

“I still think he’s a good addition to the group.”

He didn’t like the idea of her admiring Cooper like that. There was something unsettling about seeing her stare at the boy with that little spark in her eyes, like she was genuinely interested, maybe even impressed. And the more he thought about it, the more it irritated him. He tried to push the feeling aside, telling himself he was overreacting, but it lingered in the pit of his stomach, growing like a knot that wouldn’t untangle. He shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts, then spoke to her with a sarcasm lacing his tone. 

“Yeah, I’m sure he’s grea-”

"Hey, Y/N!" Cooper called out from where he stood, casually holding his golf club.

"Why don’t you have a go?"

Rafe’s head whipped around at the sound of the boy’s voice, his eyes narrowing as he looked at the two of them. A small part of him actually wanted Y/N to turn him down, to stay in the cart with him, where it felt more comfortable, more familiar. The idea of watching her swing a golf club- of watching Cooper teach her- was making him anxious in a way he couldn’t quite explain.

Say no.

Y/N tilted her head slightly, glancing at Cooper with a playful smile. "I don’t know how…" she shrugged, as if it were no big deal. Cooper’s smile deepened, and he moved closer to her, leaning in with a teasing look. 

"I can teach you, come on," he said, his voice smooth as he looked down at her from where she still sat in the cart. He reached down and held his hand out toward her, the offer clear.

Say no.

Rafe’s lips pursed. He could feel his muscles tense as he watched Y/N look up at Cooper and, with a bright smile, take his hand. Her fingers curled around his, and she stood up, her smile still in place as she glanced back at Rafe. 

Did she just fucking wink at me?

The way she casually took his hand and walked toward him, left a bitter taste in Rafe’s mouth. He felt an irrational pang in his chest, something heavy that made his stomach churn. Why did it bother him so much? It wasn’t like she owed him anything. She was allowed to have fun, to enjoy herself, to hang out with whoever she wanted. But the sight of Cooper walking with her, the casual way she interacted with him, the ease between them made Rafe feel like an outsider in his own skin.

“So what do I do?" Y/N asked, clasping her hands in front of her, her eyes curious but with a touch of uncertainty.

Cooper chuckled softly, a sound that sent a small thrill through her. He moved behind her, positioning himself so closely that she could feel the heat of his body radiating against her back. His arms reached around her, guiding her hands to the club.

"First, I need to make sure you’ve got the right stance," he murmured, his voice low. The warmth of his breath against her neck made her shiver slightly. It was subtle, but enough for Cooper to notice, a small thrill flickering in his eyes as he adjusted his hold on the club, Y/N couldn’t help the way her pulse quickened. 

Well, this was going better than I expected

He chuckled again, clearly enjoying the way her breathing hitched as his chest came even closer to her back. His arms were still wrapped around her, the contact making it hard to focus on anything else. "Good," he said, his voice lowering even further.

 "Now, all you have to do is take a swing but keep your eye on the ball."

"What if I miss?" 

Y/N asked, glancing back at him over her shoulder. She could feel his hand still guiding hers on the club, his fingers brushing hers lightly. The contact was enough to make her palm grow slightly sweaty. Cooper smiled at her over her shoulder, his eyes flicking down to catch a glimpse of her face, noting the nervousness there. It was a sweet reaction, he found himself oddly drawn to it.

Rafe watched them from the cart, teeth grinding against each other, can which was in his hand now crumpled.

"It’s alright if you miss," he reassured her, his voice calm and steady. "I’ll teach you to get better." He paused for a moment, his smirk growing as he leaned in a little closer. 

"Don’t be nervous. You’ll get it on your first try, swear."

Y/N couldn’t help the small laugh that escaped her lips, her smile tugging at the corners, 

"Yeah?" 

"Yeah, I promise." Cooper’s voice spoke out gently. His words seemed to settle in the space between them, his breath warm against her skin, she shivered

"Now try" 

The command sent a rush of energy through her, his arms remained around her, his chest pressing lightly against her back as he guided her into position. She raised her hands, taking in a breath as she swung the club down toward the ball, the motion felt almost automatic now, as if his presence had guided her every move. The sharp crack of the club meeting the ball rang through the air, and for a split second, she held her breath.

Then the ball rolled forward in a straight line, across the course, a perfect shot.

"See?" 

His words sent a thrill through her. His chest brushed against her back again, his presence overwhelming as he spoke softly, 

"Told you, you could do it."

Y/N let out a little cheer as she took a step forward, her eyes fixed on the small ball that had soared across the grass. She couldn’t help the grin that spread across her face. She turned to face Cooper, folding her arms across her chest with a playful smile.

"Pretty sure that’s cause you did most of that," she teased, a laugh escaping her lips. Cooper chuckled, clearly unfazed by her teasing, he crossed his arms in a similar fashion, his gaze fixed on her with a confident, amused smirk. 

"Alright, maybe I did do most of it," he admitted, the smirk never leaving his lips.

"But I still know you would’ve done a great job without me." 

He paused for a beat, his eyes locking onto hers he added, 

"And plus, I like helping pretty girls."

Y/N raised an eyebrow, an amused smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "Is that so?" she replied, her voice light but with a challenge in her tone. The way he looked at her, so unbothered and confident, made her feel just a little bit flustered, though she’d never admit it.

It was hard to talk to Topper and Kelce about anything serious, Rafe was an exception sometimes, especially relationships. They were more about casual hookups- never about anything deeper, never about feelings; and now the idea of someone coming to the OBX, someone who didn’t know her as just the ‘Kook Princess,’ appealed to her more than she wanted to admit. Cooper watched her, his eyes catching the small smile that played at her lips. He couldn’t deny that he was drawn to her, something about the way she carried herself intrigued him.

“So have you been here your whole life?”

She cleared her throat as she shook her head at him a smile pulling at her lips,

“Yeah pretty much. Born and bread.” She joked as she looked over to the other guys.

“We’ve known each other for years, right Rafey?”

Rafe had been watching the whole scene play out between y/n and Cooper, his hands clenching into fists inside his pockets as he watched the guy get so close to her, putting his hands all over her as he helped her swing a damn golf club. At the sound of his name, he snapped out of his thoughts, bringing his head up to look over at the girl.

“Yeah, since we were kids.” She watched as the boy took a step closer to them, his presence lingering behind her.

“Yeah, since kindergarten,” she smiled towards Cooper, who suddenly seemed interested in their friendship. Cooper nodded his head as he listened to them speak, curiosity filling his tone as he spoke up.

“Since kindergarten? That’s a damn long time huh.”

“Mmhmm,” she hummed out. She suddenly felt Rafe's hand rest on her hip, his arm circling around her back. Her head turned to look at him in surprise at his sudden closeness.

okay?

Rafe’s hand gripped her hip as he stood behind her, his eyes watching as Cooper’s own gaze flicked down to the hand on her hip. Rafe moved forward to speak, and as he did, his chest pressed against her back, an obvious display of possessiveness.

“Yeah man, we’ve been best friends for years.”

She was surprised by the boy’s forwardness.

“Uh, yeah...” she mumbled out, looking at Cooper. He seemed to be amused by the boy's outburst of possessiveness.

“So your families are close?” Cooper questioned as he leaned against the golf cart behind them.

Rafe moved his hand from her hip down to her lower back instead, resting it just above her skirt. He knew what he was doing, the gesture obvious to everyone there.

“Yeah, our families have always been together- as long as I can remember.”

“Our fathers work together,” y/n added. He could sense the slight shudder that went through her body as his hand touched her lower back just above the hem of the material, his hand remaining on her lower back, his fingers occasionally brushing over the exposed skin there.

“Mhm, they run a successful business together.”

“Cameron Developments?” Cooper spoke up, looking at Rafe and starting to realize the type of authority he had on the island. It wouldn’t be a bad idea to join their clique.

“Yeah, that’s it.” Pride evident in his tone. He knew exactly how rich his family was, how much power his family name held on the island. He let the silence linger between the three of them before he spoke again.

“What about your family?”

“Law,” Cooper said. “We’ve come down from NY. My father owns a law firm back home. At the moment, he’s working with Topper’s family, actually,” he spoke out, gesturing to the boy who was still swinging at the golf balls with Kelce. 

“Extending the branches.”

“Law firm hm” Rafe responded, shaking his head slowly. Y/n watched the boy in front of her as he spoke about his family, law wasn’t an easy thing to get into. But of all places why did they come down to the OBX? 

That’s odd

“Why have you come down to the OBX?” she questioned curiously.

Cooper shrugged his shoulders slightly as he leaned back against the golf cart, a relaxed expression on his face.

“It was my dad’s decision, said he wanted to move to a smaller place, with fewer people for a while. Wanted to get out the city for a bit.”

“Right,” she nodded her head with a smile in his direction.

“Well, there’s always a space for you with us,” she said. She knew she probably should’ve double-checked with all the guys that they definitely agreed on the decision, but she didn’t care at the moment. She needed someone new. Cooper smiled back at her again, a small smirk forming on his face.

“Yeah? Is that an invitation?”

He spoke in a teasing tone, his eyes shifting from her to Rafe, and the small sign of possessiveness he showed with his hand still on her hip. “Definitely,” she spoke out. She added on waiting for the boy’s response,

“Right, Rafe?” 

Rafe’s gaze flicked down to her hip where his hand still sat, his grip tightening again for a minute before he let his eyes return to her face. The small gesture of ownership went unnoticed by her, but Cooper definitely caught on. He could see that there was something going on between them.

“Yeah, of course…”

He said reluctantly.

The two boys looked at each other, a moment of silence passing. y/n cleared her throat as she took a step away from Rafe, feeling flushed by his proximity and the sudden tension between the two guys. 

What’s he playing at?

 She stepped towards the golf cart, bending over the seat slightly to reach the cooler on the floor and pull out a White Claw can. Rafe clenched his jaw slightly as she stepped away from him, putting a small bit of distance between them. His eyes fell to her as she leant over the seat of the golf cart to reach the cooler, the sight of her in that position making him bite down on his bottom lip as her skirt hiked slightly up her thighs. Cooper's eyes followed the girl, his gaze dropping down slightly as she leaned over the seat. Rafe noticed the boy’s eyes as they followed her, his body tensing slightly, the possessive feeling within him reaching out again.

He took a step forward, closer towards her, angling his body to be almost looming over her, blocking the y/n out of the boy's eye-line as she bent down to reach the cooler. She stood up straight, fiddling with the can, trying to open it. Her freshly manicured nails causing her a struggle. 

If I chip these I swear

She let out a huff of irritation. Rafe chuckled quietly as he watched her struggle with the can and he couldn’t help himself as the words slipped out,

“You want some help, Princess?”

“Mmhmm,” she responded, holding out the can for him. He hummed softly again as he took the can from her, brushing against her fingers as he did so, before easily popping the tab. His eyes watched her again as she turned back around to face him, the can held out for her to take back.

“Thanks,” she murmured, taking a sip, the cool liquid running down her throat, a little dribble slipping past her lips and down her chin. His gaze fell to the small dribble of liquid running down her chin, the action making a smirk form on his face. He moved a step closer, bringing his hand up to gently catch the little bit of liquid with his thumb.

“Careful Princess, making a mess.”

She let out a hum at his words, his touch on her chin making her shiver slightly. They were brought out of their moment by the voice of the boy close by.

“I’ve got a free house tonight, you guys should come round,” Cooper spoke out, with Topper and Kelce turning to listen.

“Sure thing, man,” Topper spoke up, clapping the boy on the back. Kelce nodded along,

“For sure.”

Rafe raised his head from looking at y/n and turned towards Cooper, his eyes on the other boy as he spoke. He glanced back at y/n, who was still standing right next to him, her eyes on him as she took a small sip from the can in her hand.

“Yeah, sounds good,” he said in response to Cooper, his eyes briefly flicking back down to y/n. She remained silent for a moment. Her parents had planned the  gala for some family friends tonight.

Well, they do business together, so are they friends or just coworkers? 

But she didn’t want to say she couldn’t come... to be honest, she wanted to be there. Rafe caught the small hesitation from her in answering, sensing that there was something else going on, but he couldn’t quite tell what it was. He watched on silently as a few moments passed before she spoke up.

“I don’t know if I can make it,” 

She spoke out, coming up to push her hair out of her face. “I have an event I need to be at tonight,” she rolled her eyes as she spoke, remembering the fuss her mother had made in the morning… His mind immediately jumped to the conclusion that she had plans with someone else.

You’re pretty toxic you know

 He hated the thought of her with a different man, maybe in some fancy dress, having to act the perfect little princess for some people she didn’t even enjoy being around.

“That’s calm,” said Cooper. “Another time?”

She shook her head. “Yeah, definitely. You guys have fun though.”

“What kind of event is it?” Rafe asked her quietly, his eyes fixed on her as he spoke. She looked up before sighing out, 

“Some stupid gala my parents are hosting. I’ll be stuck with my mom on my ass all night.”

He let out a small scoff of laughter.

“Yeah, I can imagine”

She shook her head as a smile tugged on her lips, “And my dress is so ugly,” she said out a laugh passing her lips. “My mom picked it out ‘cause apparently everything I wear is ‘too revealing and makes you look like a slut.’ ”

She lifted her fingers into little quotations as she spoke. He knew the girl had a rough relationship with her mother but she never opened up to him about it, more focused on comforting him after his dad makes another comment about his ‘disappointment of a son’.

“That bad, huh?”

“Sooooo bad,” she replied, sitting down into the golf cart behind her, a wide smile on her face in amusement. “I’m gonna look like I practice celibacy.”

Laughter escaped his lips at her statement, his eyes following her as she sat down. He took a few steps closer to the golf cart, standing right in front of her as he smiled down at her.

“You? Celibacy? That I really don’t buy.”

She shoved his shoulder back with a scoff, a smile still on her face. “Asshole.” The small shove of her hand against his shoulder barely even moved him, and it only made his smile grow, he spoke up again, his voice more teasing than before.

“What? I think we both know it’s true.”

“Whatever, you man-whore.”

She crossed her arms as she spoke out teasingly to him. His eyes widened slightly at her words, letting out a surprised laugh, a small smirk forming across his face, more teasing than before. His hands raised up in mock surrender,

“Hey! I thought you said I was your angel baby?”

“You’re so stupid.” She giggled at his comment, remembering the song she’d dedicated to him when she was dancing up on the table. He remembered it too, his eyes flashing with memory as he thought back to the night on the table. He couldn’t help the small grin that pulled at his lips, the memory still etched in his brain, 

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She sat at the table by herself, most people standing around in groups. The suffocating dress caused her discomfort, making her want to rip it off as all the adults around her talked about their businesses’ success and developments. She was probably one of the youngest there, and she didn’t even know why she needed to be there. She wasn’t talking or listening to anyone. She pulled her phone out of her clutch, holding it on her lap as she opened the messages. She knew Rafe, Topper, and Kelce were all at Cooper's house, and she couldn’t help but feel resentment at the fact that she wasn’t there. She tapped on Rafe's contact, her fingers hovering on the keyboard, wondering if she should text him. Would he even answer, or was he too busy with the guys to check his phone? She decided against her negative thoughts and typed out the message quickly, sending it before she could second-guess herself.

Princess :  Hey

She switched her phone off with a sigh, staring across the room at the groups of adults, feeling more isolated by the second. She had about three more hours at the gala, if she was lucky. The thought of being stuck here without anyone to talk to made her want to scream. 

Rafe sat back on the couch between Kelce and Topper, a beer in his hand as they passed a blunt between each other. The room was filled with the haze of smoke. They were all having a good time, Rafe enjoying the buzz of the alcohol in his system. His phone suddenly vibrated in his pocket. He fished it out, his eyes immediately widening when he saw the name on the screen. He felt a mixture of surprise at her message, but also the small twinge of excitement lingered. He hadn’t heard from her all night, and now, there she was. He read the single word, letting it settle in his mind. He took another sip of his beer as he tapped out a quick reply, his thumb moving swiftly over the keyboard.

Rafey  :  what’s good

Her phone buzzed and she lifted it up to see what the boy had written.

Princess  :  Stuck at this suck ass gala 

He read her reply and felt bad for the girl, hearing that she was stuck at some fancy event, in some shitty dress, having to play pretend for her parents and a bunch of stuffy rich assholes.

Princess  :  And they’ve cut me off from the bar 

A small huff of laughter escaped him as he read her next message, picturing her there rolling her eyes, probably surrounded by a bunch of old people who all wanted to talk to her about her future.

Rafey  :  Damn. 

Rafey  :  I’m sure I’m having just as good a time as you

Princess  :  wyd? 

He took a quick look around the room, noticing Kelce and Topper both watching the TV on the wall with intent attention, and Cooper sitting in the armchair in the corner, mindlessly staring at the ceiling.

Rafey  :  TV and drinking beer.

Rafey  :  Nothing interesting

Princess  :   You smoking???

She typed out, curiosity gnawing at her. A small smirk grew on his face when he read her question, he glanced over at Topper and Kelce, the both of them exhaling a cloud of smoke from their lungs, before looking back at his phone and replying.

Rafey  :  Yeah why

Princess  :  Without me :( 

She typed back as a small smile pulled at her lip. He could almost hear her voice, soft and playful. He quickly typed back, his fingers moving with a mix of affection and teasing. 

Rafey  :  wish you were here princess

Her chest tightened at his message. 

Princess  :  Me too 

Princess  :  What’s Cooper's house like

The thought of her wanting to be there with them, made his heart thump heavy in his chest. He took a second to picture her here, and it nearly made him want to start the car and head towards her. He took another slow sip of his beer as he started typing out a response,

Rafey  :  pretty big

Princess  :  So he full kook then huh 

He let out a huff of laughter as he read her words, because yes, the boy was definitely a fully fledged kook. His fingers moved quick when he typed out his response, curious to know how she would react to his words

Rafey  : and you know what’s even better 

Princess  : what

Rafey  :  hot tub is fucking massive 

Princes  :  He’s got you in his hot tub already huh

She typed out jokingly as she had to stifle a giggle to herself. A smirk curled his lips at her little tease, as he thought about how he’d much prefer her to be in that hot tub with her. He took a second to look around the room, noticing that no one was paying attention to him still before replying back.

Rafey  :  haha very funny

Rafey  :  no, I’m on the couch

Princess  :  everyone else

Rafey  :  Kelc is on the floor, pretty sure he’s in a coma. 

Rafey  :  Tops basically asleep on the couch

Rafey  :   so I’m on my own here princess

Princess  :  Cooper

Rafey  :  I think he’s high on something stronger

She messaged, she bit her bottom lip gently now slightly nervous. She was praying he’d say no, he’d been working so hard on himself

Princess  :  Have you taken anything else?

He looked down at her question, feeling a slight twinge of guilt now. He hadn’t been thinking and had made it sound like he’d taken something stronger than just weed. He hadn’t touched anything else in months. He quickly typed up his response.

Rafey  :  Just weed.

Rafey  :   That’s all I’m taking.

Rafey  :   promise

Princess :  mkay 

Y/n let out a breath she didn't know she was holding in as she typed out slightly relieved.

Princess  :  So you and Cooper cool now? 

Rafey  :  sure 

Princess  :  That’s good

She messaged back happy they’d finally come to an agreement, she did know that it wasn't a yes, but it also wasn't a no. He took a small glance around all the guys now knocked out around him, still wanting to know what it was like at the party she was attending

Rafey  : how’s the gala

Rafey  :   Everyone treating the Kook Princess nicely?

Princess  :  I’ve not spoken to anyone for the past 2 hours 

His brows raised at her response. He felt his heart throb slightly at the thought of her sat all alone for two hours, watching as everyone else around her happily drank and socialised while she had spent the night by herself. 

Rafey  :  that sucks

Rafey  :   Your parents not checking on you?

Princess  :  They don’t care too busy talking to investors 

She rolled her eyes as she typed out, she just wanted to get out of the god forsaken venue but she had no way of getting home, her parents having driven her here. The fact that y/n’s parents hadn’t even bothered to check up on her once, just so they could keep their noses clean for their investors didn’t help Rafe’s slowly simmering irritation.

Princess  :  It’s fine

Princess  :  think I’m gonna book a taxi home 

She typed out as she pushed her chair away from the table and stood up, taking her clutch with her. He read her words, the feeling of relief washing over him. He was glad she was going to finally get away from the place. 

But the thought of her on her own, in the back of a taxi late at night, made him feel uneasy and nervous.

Rafey  :  do you want me to pick you up?

She paused as she looked down at her phone. Biting her lip gently. 

He’d do that?

She felt bad asking the boy to come almost all the way to the other side of the island just ot pick her up when she was more than capable of going home by herself. But she couldn’t ignore the pull in the back of her mind telling her to say yes. 

Princess  :  Idk I feel bad you’re with the guys

He could practically see her gnawing at her lip, a quirk she’d picked up over the years when she’d felt guilty or anxious, as she thought over his words. But he needed to know that she was safe, being driven by a random cab driver who could easily take advantage of her, in her dress- it made his skin burn.

Rafey  :  I don’t care about the guys, be fr

Rafey  :   I’ll leave now and come straight to you

Say yes 

Princess  :  Are you sure?

Rafe  :  Y/n

Princess  : well

Princess  :  d’you want me to send the address

Rafey  :  send it

His little typing bubble disappears momentarily after she sent her location to the boy, she looked up as she walked towards the exit, cold air hitting her as she pushed open the doors, her phone buzzing in her hand.

Rafey  :  omw 

Rafey  :  be there in 20 

She stood outside the venue, the sky now dark, wind blowing strongly, pushing her hair around. Her dress swayed around her ankles, heel clasped feet resting against the pavement. She’d told her parents she was leaving, her mother dismissive, too involved in a conversation with another woman. She looked down to the floor. Even though the dress was so covered up and she’d been complaining about it, at least now she’s warm. She knew that Cooper’s house was definitely further than twenty minutes away, so she hoped that Rafe wasn’t being reckless as he made his way towards her.

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It took him 15 minutes to drive to the venue, his car speeding along the streets as he tried to get to her as quickly as possible. As he pulled up to the venue, his eyes scanned the area, and his heart picked up the pace when he spotted her—standing alone near the entrance. She was leaning against the wall, her arms crossed over her chest, her head tilted downward slightly. Even from this distance, he could see the discomfort radiating from her. The fancy dress that had been picked out for her didn’t seem to suit her at all, her body language screaming that she was out of place. When she finally reached the car, her hands instinctively moved to straighten her dress, tugging at the fabric nervously as if it wasn’t quite right. Her movements were almost apologetic, like she felt bad for needing him to be there,

“Heyyyy” 

She elongated as she opened the door looking at the boy sitting in the driver's seat with a small sheepish smile on her lips. He let his eyes travel up from her feet to the top of her head, noticing the soft cream coloured, flowy dress, the way it fitted loosely against her skin. He couldn’t deny his amusement at the dress, remembering what she had told him about her mothers comment. It wasn’t as ugly as the girl had complained, but it was certainly different to what she usually wore. it was much more formal, much more….. of her mother’s influence? He let out a low huff of air a small smile on his lips in humour,

 “You look…- good.”

“Yeah yeah” she rolled her eyes as she got into the car shutting it behind her, ��laugh it up alright.”

He laughed as he took one more look over her figure, thinking how cute she looked sat there in the dress, all frustrated,

 “What? I’m not allowed to compliment you now?”

“Just shut up Rafe,” she rolled her eyes. He smirked at her annoyance, but he’d missed the sound of his name falling from her lips. He’d missed the way her voice made something in his chest stir, the way it sounded when she got a little frustrated. 

“But you look so pretty though, princess”

“Don’t tease.” She groaned, throwing her head back against the seat headrest. He was loving this already, the way he could already tell she wasn’t in the mood to put up with his teasing and playing. That was the most fun part. Making her react.

“I’m not teasing. You look nice in that dress. And the heels?” He paused to look down at her feet for a split second, “a real good look.”

She looked down to her short kitten heels, which her mother had insisted were appropriate for the event. She shook her head now a small amused smile on her face,

“I look like someone’s grandma…”

He let out a soft laugh because yes, the dress, the shoes, the earrings, the necklace, everything about this look was something someone’s grandma would wear to a fancy party, maybe even her own sixty fifth birthday? 

“Yeah you look just like someone’s little old grandma”

She huffed out at his teasing, her hands reaching down to undo the little buckles on the heels, slipping them off, her white manicured nails now contrasting the dark carpet of the car mat they rested on. She reached her hands up to her ears, taking the earrings out and chuckling them into the cup holder, her fingers fiddling with the necklace clasp pulling it off and doing the same to the jewellery.

Jesus

He couldn’t help but watch the way her fingers moved as she stripped herself of the accessories her mother had shoved her into. looked down at the pile of jewelry now sitting in the holder and let out another low hum, 

“Better?”

“She’s so…" she shook her head at her mother’s dramatics, “I don’t even know why she dragged me with them and made me dress up into this stupid get up if I didn’t even fucking talk to anyone.” She sighed out, hand coming to rub over the arch of her brow.

“I just don’t get her sometimes.” 

He could hear the frustration in her voice when she talked about her mother. He knew she wanted to get along with her, she wanted her mother to love her and treat her like a daughter, not just some girl she's been forced to live with, but for some reason it didn’t work. The woman could be completely uncaring and downright cruel most of the time. He felt his hand reach over to grab her knee and squeezed it gently.

“She’s difficult, yeah? Don’t know why she doesn’t realise having a daughter like you's a blessing”

Her features softened, the comforting words warming her. She looked over to the boy with a small smile on her face, his side profile lit up by the streetlights they drove past. He could feel her eyes on him as he drove, burning against his skin, but he kept his eyes fixed on the road. His hand remained sitting on her knee, the warm skin a pheasant weight on his palm. He squeezed it again in comfort, giving her a soft smile, despite his focus being fixed in front of him.

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The boy pulled up outside the girls house, having typed in the pin to the gate, memorising it after all these years, he drove up the paved drive to outside her house putting the car into park. Getting out of the car, he rounded to the passenger side quickly to pull the door for y/n, he held the door open as he waited for her to step out, his eyes roaming over her, from her now bare feet to the top of her head, hair slightly tousled from the wind earlier. She slid out the seat, walking side by side with the boy, feet hitting against the steps up to the front door before she turned to him, 

“Thanks for coming tonight Rafe.”

“You should’ve called me earlier, I could’ve come sooner- I don’t like you being by yourself.” She smiled at his words, hand coming out to smooth out his polo collar which had scrunched, 

“You coming in or d’you need to get back to the guys…?” She knew he’d probably just got up and left earlier, and she felt bad. 

Only a little

His heartbeat faltered as her hand ran across the fabric of his chest, smoothing out the part that had folded in. He wanted so badly to take that hand in his and pull her closer to him. He swallowed, wondering what exactly he should do. 

I should go back 

He didn’t want to go back to the others, he didn’t care that much, they were all high out of their minds anyways. Here y/n was, right in front of him, disheveled hair and doe eyes looking up to him,

“I’ll come in”

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She fiddled with the small glass bottle of serum, the glass pipette clinking against it, she pulled it up to her face and rubbed it into her skin. She sat at her vanity having just washed her makeup off, changing the moment they got upstairs, desperate to get the dress off. Rafe laid on her bed, face comfortably buried into her pillow, his phone in hand as he scrolled; the sheets and pillows that surrounded him all smelling of her, just the way he’d been hoping. He’d changed out of his clothes and into the pair of sweats and old t-shirt he kept at her place. He heard the glass bottle clink against her vanity as she squeezed the product into her hand and he glanced up at her, his eyes watching as she rubbed it in, her skin becoming glowy. 

“You good?” 

She asked as she saw his reflection in the mirror behind her, hands coming down to screw the bottle shut. His eyes trailed up over her back, from her exposed shoulder from the baggy short she wore to her face in the mirror. She looked so relaxed and comfortable like this. It made the warm, possessive feeling in his chest start swirling harder. 

“Yeah,” he muttered quietly, “just…. watching you.”

“Creepy much?” She joked as she put the bottle away into one of her draws as the words tumbled past her lips. He huffed out a laugh at her words, shifting slightly on the bed. 

“You love it.” He replied instantly, his eyes following her as she made her way to the bed. 

She flopped down onto the bed next to him, it’d been a long day and her tiredness was starting to catch up to her. He smiled to himself as y/n ungracefully face planted into the pillows next to him. He shifted himself slightly so he was facing her, leaning his head on his propped up elbow, eyes tracking every single one of her tiny movements. She looked to the boy next to her as he stared back, his eyes roaming gently over her features; her tired, half closed eyes, the way her hand played with the duvet. 

“Tired princess?”

“Yeah.” She hummed out as she grabbed her phone and pulled it up texting her parents to let them know she got home. He watched her fingers tapping against her phone screen,

“Midsummers is coming up.”

She raised her brows turning to him as she chucked her phone onto the bed somewhere,

“Already?”

He grinned a little at her words, slightly amused by that fact she hadn’t been keeping track of time. 

“Yeah. In just over 2 weeks. Dad’s already started preparing for it”

“Shit I need a dress.” She sighed out hand coming up to rub her eye. He smirked at her words, a thought instantly popping into his mind ready to poke fun at the girl,

“Why not just use the one you wore tonight?”

She looked over to the boy with a deadpan expression on her face, “Didn’t know you were a comedian.” Yet she couldn’t stop the small smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. His smirk grew wider as he watched her expression turn to one of amusement.  

“And wear those heels and the earrings too?” He teased further. 

“Okay Mr Cameron I get it."

She giggled at his playful words, “Are you wearing the same suit as last year?” She questioned remembering the black three piece his father made him wear, he had hated it. 

A grimace appeared on his lip at the mention of the suit. He’d absolutely hated it, the thing itched like crazy, and the summer heat made it so much worse. 

Fuck no 

“No chance I’m wearing that shit again”

A smile drew up to her lips at his snarky comment,  

“Well as long as my mom doesn’t pick the dress I’ll be good…. I think I want to go blue this year,” she hummed out. He looked at the girl, the image of her in a pretty blue dress forming in her mind.  

“It’s a good colour on you” He commented, running his eyes over her bare legs, imagining how her skin would look against blue fabric. 

“Thanks,” she spoke up, she sat up grabbing the remote control from her bedside table, flicking the tv in front of them on. The sound of her pressing the control buttons filled the comfortable silence of the room. Heath Ledger and Julia Stiles appeared on the screen, the girl having put her favourite film on again as she laid back. He rolled his eyes slightly, recognising the sound of ‘10 Things I Hate About You”.

“Seriously? Again?” He groaned but didn’t bother asking her to change it, knowing what the answer would be. 

“C’mon I know you love it deep down but you’re too embarrassed to admit it.” She spoke up as she got comfortable, pulling her sheets up. Of course he did like the movie. The story was cliche and corny, but he’d watched the film more times than he’d ever admit with her. 

“Oh yeah, it’s absolutely great.” He responded sarcastically. She offered some of the covers to him after rolling her eyes at him. 

He smiled back at her slightly, taking the edge of the sheets and pulling them up over himself, instantly feeling the warmth of the girl next to him, practically pressed up against, she tended to get clingy when tired, or drunk, or high. 

Maybe you’re just clingy in general 

The movie played, the actors talking filling the now quiet room. The girl had gotten tired, her head having lulled over to the side, her temple resting against Rafes shoulder, her eyes closed as she breathed slowly, slumber having taken over. 

The boy felt the way her head lolled over onto his shoulder, and the instant weight that settled on him. His arm instinctively slid behind her to pull her closer, the feeling of her warm body against him making his chest tighten with contentment. 

He sat there for a while longer, half watching the movie, half staring at the girl resting quietly against him. Gentle breaths past her lips as she slept, lashes resting against her cheeks, she looked so pretty like this, so incredibly innocent and peaceful. 

Careful not to wake her, he shifted slightly, getting more comfortable, pulling her with him. He lifted her across his lap so she was leaning comfortably against his chest instead of his shoulder. 

As she settled more comfortably against him, her body fitting against his like she belonged there, his chest felt impossibly tight. His arm stayed draped around her, fingers brushing absentmindedly along her side, as he glanced down at her, movie now long forgotten as his gaze lingered on the way her hair framed her face. Her lips, slightly parted as she slept, tugged at something deep in his chest and he could feel every quiet rise and fall of her breath against him. His mind wandered, sitting here, holding her like this, he couldn’t ignore the way something deeper was growing inside him.

The realization hit him so hard, he almost froze. It wasn’t like he hadn’t thought about it before- little moments when he’d caught himself staring at her too long, or felt jealous when someone else made her laugh. But he’d always pushed it aside, afraid it could ruin what they’ve had for so long.

Now though, It felt inevitable.

Rafe’s hand moved, almost without thinking, brushing a strand of hair away from the girls face. His fingers lingered for a moment, barely grazing her skin, God, she was so beautiful. The thought was dizzying, but he didn’t pull away. Instead, he pressed a feather-light kiss to the top of her head, his lips brushing her hair, 

I love you 

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Owen couldn't help but chuckle a little as Sawyer gave him a good ribbing for his nervousness, he should've known that his friend would've been all in on this and just seeing the look on his face put Owen completely at ease. "Twenty-one, I believe the traditional gift for the 21st anniversary is fucking on film so you have a point there" he retorted, unable to keep a serious face when Sawyer was like this. He was really just the one person on earth that Owen would probably spend his whole life with, sometimes he wondered if their ongoing joke was going to one day go all the way with that joke. He chuckled at the little nudging and let out a sigh "True, you do have a face for porn... one that should be covered in cum"

When Owen saw the bag, he almost fell off the bed from laughter just taking in how prepared the other man was "I should've freaking known you'd have a porno-to-go bag ready for this, I should've known" he stood up from the end of the bed and looked over to the big bag of assorted goodies "I mean, you're about to put me on your body and I'm as cheap as they come but I get it... honestly, my lube might be good but I get it in bulk so having whatever artisanal lube you bought will be fun. As for outfits, as much as I know your suits and leather stuff will be good, what you've got on is pretty fucking hot so you should be good... maybe if you like doing this, we'll try the other outfits later" he couldn't believe that he was lucky enough to have a friend this sweet, he felt like his entire week was saved. "Dude, if this show goes as well as I think it will, I'm buying you dinner every day this week... anywhere you want, we're getting it all so start thinking what you want to be delivered... the poor delivery guy, walking in while this whole house smells of cum"

The alarm on Owen's phone went off and he quickly checked the time before giving his friend a grin "Alright, 5 minutes till time so... let's get that stuff on the bed" he said, giving his friend a quick hug before going and getting the bag to bring over, looking in and grinning "Damn you really did come prepared... hell if you wanna shove any of this up my ass, just set a limit on camera and we'll do it" he said while putting the lube within reach of them both and getting to sit on the edge of the bed and waiting for his friend to join him. He put his head on Sawyer's shoulder and nudged him playfully "Best husband ever... now, let's make strangers online get hard for money" he stated before starting their stream and grinning as he watched his numbers already going up, "Well there's the notification squad... looks like ya'll are eager today" he said while he put his hand on Sawyer's back "And you should be because today I have this sexy hunk... my oldest and best friend on the fucking planet, everyone be nice and say hi to Sawyer" he gestured, gently hugging his friend and seeing a bunch of compliments coming in over the chat "Trust me you all are in for a good time but... well, if you wanna see what my man's got under his shirt, you better start tipping and earn it" he said before looking to his friend "I think we need to give them a little bit of incentive, don't you?" he said before just going in and kissing Sawyer, his hand resting right on the man's firm chest and sensually making out with the man as he heard the dings from his computer telling them that the tipping was coming in fast.

When Sawyer answered the phone to his best friend in a panicked voice asking him for 'the biggest favor of their friendship', he'd barely batted an eyelash. He was Owen's ride-or-die; if the other called him from prison, he'd find a way to get him out, if the other needed chicken soup at two in the morning because he woke up with a cough and runny nose then Sawyer was there within an hour. He continued working on his car with his phone tucked between his ear and shoulder and before Owen had even gotten a chance to fully explain his predicament, Sawyer knew him more than well enough to know what he was leading up to and he paused his work and straightened up, "The day's finally come where you're asking me to be on your show," a smile forming on his face, even letting out a lighthearted laugh, "Do I get a special musical guest as well?" he teased.

Sawyer prided himself on his looks; his aesthetic was one of the most important things in his life to him. He ate and trained like a machine and his grooming and hygiene routine would put most models to shame. After he finished the work on his car, he took a long, thorough shower, afterards using a lotion that left a slight sheen on his skin so his muscles would shine under lights. He also picked out the cologne that he knew Owen liked the most - purely because the other complimented him almost every time he wore it before pulling on his Calvin Klein underwear, tight jeans and tight, white tee.

He packed a few things before he arrived at Owen's place shortly afterwards, and tried his best not to laugh at how painfully nervous his best friend was. He nodded along, listening with great interest as the other explained, but when the others final sentiment came out rushed and seemed to get him even more nervous and worked up, Sawyer stopped him. "Owen-" he said, taking the other by both shoulders, "I'm gonna tell you what I told you when we were teens and you got so worked up and nervous when you asked if you could blow me to get better practice at it—," he tipped the other's chin up, "Chill out, bro. My dick is always here for you just like the rest of me," he said then shrugged, "It's no big deal- besides, we've been married for what- like, twenty years now," he referenced an ongoing joke between them, family and other close friends that the inseparable duo were practically a married couple from the day they met. "Also- a ski mask, really?" he arched an eyebrow, "As if I'd ever cover up my money maker. Look at this face and tell me it wasn't made for porn," he nudged the other playfully, smoothly trying to lighten the air and help the other find his calm.

"You actually got a really sweet setup here, I'm proud of you, you've really come a long way since you started with that little webcam I bought you," he said warmly, definitely appreciating the great lighting. "Oh, I also brought a couple things-" he pointed to his leather weekender bag, "I brought my lube, because, I love you, you know I do, but you know I'm not gonna use anything cheap on my body," he said before continuing, "And a couple outfit options since I didn't really know what the vibe was," he explained, "Got some leather stuff, some gym stuff, hell, I even brought one of my suits which is in another bag in my car," he smiled, clearly showing that he was all-in for this, it wasn't just something he felt obligated to do because it was Owen asking, it showed that he was genuinely happy to be here and involved. "You're still buying me dinner after this, right?"

[love-anddeepression]

My first Frankie fic! This guy is the actual loml and I've been so nervous about writing for him because I was scared I couldn't do him justice, but here it is! hope ya'll like it! please reblog and comment, it's gives writers inspiration to write more<33 thank you

"Baby, we're going to be late!" Frankie calls out as he goes around the house, switching off all the lights and fans because damn it, he's not going to waste any electricity. Call him cheap, he's careful with money.

"Give me a minute!" your voice answers from the bedroom and he sighs, a mixture of exasperation and love.

This double date with Santi and Yovanna had been long overdue, and since you finally had time off from work, he'd decided to get it over with so that you'd stop feeling bad about postponing it. He knew Santi and Yovanna, they would never mind, in fact, the both of them encouraged you to take a break and stay home but you'd adamantly refused, wanting to get out of the house for something other than work or to the grocery store.

He's about to call out again, but the words fail to fall out his parted lips. He's been married for at least five years, and known you for seven, and yet, every time he sees you coming down the stairs, even if you're dressed or not, he stands transfixed and thanks whoever is up there for you.

For the way you smile at him as you walk towards the door, looking around to check if any lights are on because you know it's what he does.

For the way you kiss him lightly, twice and slap his ass before giggling and grabbing his hand to drag him towards the car.

For the way you are completely and irrevocably his.

Just as he is yours.

He opens the passenger seat and you kiss his cheek as you slide in, "Thank you, honey."

He'll accept your thanks when he's seated and about to buckle himself, as he's always done, with a kiss.

The drive is mostly silent. It's a testament to your love for each other, to be able to have comfortable silence. He doesn't always have to speak, nor do you. Your love for each other transcends words, you allow him into your solitude and he knows it's one of the highest honors he will ever earn. Even as a former soldier.

He's able to see Santi and Yovanna sitting next to each other and talking quite animatedly as he parks the car next to the restaurant and he knows you're looking at them with a smile.

"They're adorable together." you coo. You've always seen Santi as your brother and your joy knew no bounds when he found someone he truly loved. Now, you had both a brother and a sister.

"I know right? I can't believe he's the same man from out wedding." Frankie replies and you grimace slightly, the memory of Santi making out with your maid of honor ten minutes before the ceremony began entering your mind and making you snort.

"He isn't the same man," you say as you get out of the car, "Yovanna's changed him for the better."

"Amen to that." Frankie grumbles and you bark out a laugh.

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You've finally settled in after minutes of hugging each other and friendly exclaims of 'You live!" from Santi, accompanied by affectionate chiding from his wife.

Frankie's sipping his drink and staring aimlessly at the menu as you chat with your friend.

"So, how's it been?" you grin at Yovanna who's looks down and smiles. She and Santi got married a few months ago and the teasing has failed to stop. You know for a fact that her eyebrows will furrow and she'll bite her lip if you called her Mrs Garcia.

"All good, Santi and I have been travelling all over the place. I've always wanted to see the country and it's so beautiful. Being with him makes it so much better." she replies.

"Of course it does, mi alma, it's me we're talking about." Santi winks playfully and you and Frankie laugh as she swats his shoulder.

You look at Frankie then, as he's laughing and teasing his best friend.

He's so fine. It's been seven years and you still feel like you're a kid with her first crush, the way you stare at him like a creep.

It's criminal, the way his eyes light up when Santi orders his favorite food, because of course the guy knows Frankie's preference. It's unreal how the same man who has fought brutal wars and been through unimaginable horrors, still finds the strength to be gentle and caring, almost everyday.

"And you call us lovesick." Yovanna's voice startles you out of your little daydream.

"I know, right?" Santi grins, "The both of you are so much worse, it's not even funny."

As if proving his point, Frankie kisses your temple and flips off Santi.

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He's always loved pasta. The type didn't matter. Macaroni, ravioli, spaghetti. His ma would make it on special occasions, as a treat. And he'd look forward to those days as if they were his birthday.

Pasta has always made life better for him. When you make it, he's going down on his knees for you the moment his finished scarfing it down his throat. When he eats it out, he makes sure to get some parceled if he likes it, so he can eat it later.

So he savours the pasta Santi ordered for him, because it's been his favorite ever since he's stepped into this restaurant. And because he's sitting next to the love of his life, on a date, after literal weeks of seeing you sleep late, eat next to nothing and making you gulp down eight glasses of water a day because you'd rather get fired than actually take of yourself when you're in your element.

It's an amazing sight, he admits, to see you in your element. He shamelessly stares when you're giving an online presentation or when you're walking around the house on a phone call.

But he'd rather have this, you talking to Santi and Yovanna, bitching about your boss who dumps his work on you and cussing the nosy old aunties who make it their business to check if you're having kids any time soon.

Santi tells him about the coordinates Will gave him, and how he ended up throwing the paper away because he'd found his 'treasure'. that shook a laugh out of you, in Australia.

You tell him you're proud of him and Frankie smiles at him, and Santi knows that his best friend is proud of him too.

Yovanna tells you about the time the car broke down in the middle of their road trip and how Santi had to fix it and how he grumbled the entire time because he was expecting a hotel with a pool and not a dusty road and a punctured tire.

"That reminds me of the time Frankie and I were driving to his parent's house and the car broke down. He started swearing like a sailor and then shut up because he realized that his mom was still on the phone." you laugh.

"Oh, i got a telling off that day." Frankie winces.

"His mom's terrifying." Santi agrees.

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The both of you left after dessert, promising them to visit before Frankie started the car and began driving home.

"Faster Francisco, or I'll pee in the goddamn car." you threaten and he laughs but discreetly drives a little faster.

While the food was amazing at the restaurant, the unisex bathrooms were not to your liking, even though you'd begged Frankie to check if they were neat enough, you liked a clean bathroom. Preferably the one in your own house.

Once your reach home and he's safely parked, you fling the door open with a shrill, "Thank you, baby!" as you run inside, unlocking the door impatiently and running upstairs to heaven.

Frankie chuckles as he empties his pockets, his keys, wallet and a few candy wrappers onto the table in the foyer before taking his shoes off and placing them next to yours.

A few minutes later, you emerge from the bathroom with a satisfied sigh, your hands carressng your swollen belly.

"Frankie." you coo and he looks at you from his spot on the sofa. You're in your innerwear and again, he thanks whoever is up there for you.

"Yes, mi amor?" he replies, looking at you intently.

You look at your stomach and smile at him. He walks over and places him hands over yours, "Is it a boy?" he kisses your cheek and the both of you snort very unbecomingly. Because its pasta and ice cream and cake, and even if the both of you aren't ready for someone else to be in there yet, you don't want it to be any other way.

He runs his hand over your little food baby and kisses your neck slowly, " I love you."

The little sigh that leaves your mouth in reciprocation to the sensations blooming because of what your man is doing to you is clear as day,

I love you too.

[boowritess]

Being Kyle "Gaz" Garrick's S/O

a/n: couldn't get the man outta my head, so I literally blurted out all this. hope ya'll enjoy and are well! ♡

i honestly see gaz with an s/o he's known since childhood. you guys grew up and played together, always at one anothers houses, practically best friends. i think you guys make it offical when he comes back from his first year with the military after realizing how much he missed you.

calls you, babe, hun, gem, love.

you love gaz, with your everything.

so, when he comes back home and tells you all the times he had saved men as shots were getting fired and bringing them back to safety, even though he knew that his life was at risk, you could never ask him to stop. no matter how worried for his life you were plus,

he beams with so pride at the act. even though you knew you could ask him to stop, he would. he would for you. but you never could. and overtime you become just as proud, especially after meeting task 141.

has to get along with his team. he just loves you and them so much that he just wants everyone to get along!

expect gaz to come home with countless trinkets and souvenirs from when he goes away. he always brings something back for you. and you keep each and every single one of them, spread thoughout the house.

having to be used to the long periods of no communication. they suck. because you can't even get a single letter or sign to tell you that he's okay. and it's hard not just for you but him too.

but i imagine gaz to be someone that's close to his family, so those periods of no communication, if you don't have anyone, his family always comes through to be there with you.

occasionally laswell will check in, because she loves gaz, and when she met you she couldn't help but put you both in a special place in her heart.

also, most definitely has to be an animal lover, especially for dogs. plus, if you are, he gets you an animal to keep you company when he's away.

when's he's home he spends every waking moment with you, possibly to fill the lack of time you guys haven't been able to spend together. you literally could be in the toliet then all of a sudden he's at the door waiting for you, going to hang out the washing? he's right there. even when you shower, he's either sitting on the floor waiting for you or trying to join in.

loves to take you out! shopping, on dates, for walks etc etc but he even like going to get groceries with you. like he finds geniune joy in it.

when it comes to sleep, you guys start of with him being big spoon and you little spoon. then over night, you guys just become tangled in eachother. your head on his arm, one of his legs thrown over yours, one of yours hooked on his.

also, i don't think he's the jealous type. like if you guys are out in public and some guy starts hitting on you, he kinda just smiles, and watches. because he knows you're not paying attention to the person in front of you, seeing as your eyes keep looking over at gaz with a loving look that was only ever for him.

but of course he has some insecure moments. those are when he's been away for too long. price is at side to steer him out've that mindset usually just by saying, "your an idiot gaz. have you seen how they look at ya?" then laswell would give gaz some mail you sent. which was a chessy letter, and some polaroids of you, you hugging your guys pet and even one with you and his family.

he does keep them in a little book he leaves tucked in price's office or with laswell for safe keeping while he's in the feild.

you guys do tiktok trends!!! from the dances, to the challenges!! you do em! you will spend nights learning dances! smile on both your faces. you put it up on a private tik tok. this was the reason price gets tik tok. he doesn't understand the fuss over it but he loves watching, lawells the same. i can also see alejandro and rudy dueting said dance, and doing it too. alejandro captioning it, "who's the better couple?"

he most definitely sulks when your guys pet listens to you and not him. so, in order for the animal to like him more he sneaks treats to them.

currently, i think he's 50/50 about having kids. he's away from home too often and he already misses you, adding a child would rip his heart. but if you really wanted a kid, he's for it. whatever you want to do, get pregnant, find a surrogate, or adopt. whatever.

if you wanted one right in the moment, he'll be slightly unprepared but will dive right in. would honestly be a great parent.

in saying that, if you don't ever want kids, he'll be a little gutted, but ultimately would be fine with that. i mean he has you, what more could he ask for?

that just means getting more pets :))))

your guys relationship, is definitely filled with laughter, banter and overall good vibes. you both can tease eachother about anything and everything. you'll often joke about him leaving you for price. "oo maybe be a little nicer to me and i just might consider it." btw, you guys don't keep it between you both and will outright say it in front of the others.

one time you said that if he has price you'd go for soap. soap nearly choking on his drink. "babe, his hair! you wouldn't cope!" "excuse you!" you grab soaps head, "you know how much potential is here? grow it out, maybe go for a mullet mohawk look- so much opportunity. only if it's okay with ghost of course." ghost quietly grumbles and looks away. if he weren't wearing his mask everyone would've seen the blush on his face.

just banter like that!

sometimes you guys sound like you're genuinely arguing and it freaks the guys out a little when they witness it. so when they step in they hear you yell, "i'm gonna order some food what do you want-" "can i please-" "nah! you get nothing!" yours and gaz tone was harsh but seeing the both of your faces, there's dumb smiles on the both of you, eyes brimming with tears, breathing heavily as you both laugh.

MOST DEFINITELY GET MATCHING CLOTHES.

like chirstmas pj's, sweaters, socks, shoes!

even getting some for your pets.

one christmas you guys went over to price's and got him and laswell matching clothes set, also getting one for laswell's wife.

baking together. gaz can bake.

but it's not like a sweet couply moment. he's very organized, does things in a peculiar way. "love, no." "gaz, yes." "that's too much chocolate-" "there's never too much!!!" he sometimes can turn into gordan ramsey.

however cooking together is the complete opposite. you both tend to play music and just mess around in the kitchen, making whatever is in the fridge, dancing and singing. he can cook pretty decent. will eat anything you put in front of him. if you're a bit of a gordon ramsay when it comes to cooking, you can act the same back to him when it comes to him and baking. "gaz if you put another spoonful of soy sauce in- i swear-" he backs off.

there are nights where he has night terrors. ptsd from countless missions coming in full swing. those nights are tough, but he always tries to not wake you once he's woken. per usual, you just know, waking as soon as he tries to leave the bed. there's little words said between the two of you. you hold his hand and go with him to check the windows and doors are locked. count the knives. make sure the lights are working. leaving the hallway light on, gaz pushes the bed into the corner, you climb in first, then he does too. you lay down, while he sits against the wall, an arm over you, sheilding you while pressing you close to him. all you can do is cuddle up to his side and hold him. you try not to sleep, wanting to stay awake with him. but the gentle sound of his breathing, his soft fingers tracing along your bare skin lulls you to sleep.

the next morning, the bed is moved back to its prior position, and gaz is still holding you. and you can tell with the alertness in his eyes and the stiffness of his body, he hadn't slept. so when you stir awake and stare up at him, the only thing you do is pull him down so his head is resting right over your heart, all you say is, "my turn to watch, love." and it works. he falls to sleep, body finally relaxing as he listened to the rythem of your heart, felt the steady rise and fall of your chest, and your fingers gently running over his hair, your other hand massaging his upperback, soothing his muscles.

and you stay like that. till just before lunch he wakes up to you watching something on your phone. you don't know he's awake till he's nuzzling into your neck, kissing whatever skin he can reach. murmmering, "what'd i do to deserve you?" that's all he does, whispering sweet words, and holding you.

the rest of the day you spend at home. moving from the bed to the couch. watching movies, sometimes sitting in silence, doing whatever task. gaz will journal, you will too. one of you or the both of you will make some food. it's a day where he doesn’t have the energy to see other people, even his family. so no ordering food. sometimes he'll move around the house, looking out the windows then returning to whatever he was doing.

sometimes it can last a couple of days, and the only people that are allowed to enter the space during this time are task 141, laswell and the los varquaro's. when they are free that is. it helps him to get outta his head and prepped to see people outside them and you.

on a final thought: saying, "i love you" to eachother wasn't a strange thing. because you both had said it to eachother your whole friendship

but gaz was the one to say it first and mean it in a way that was more than friends. he confessed how he felt and reassured you that if you didn't feel the same then you both could remain just as best friends. you quickly shut that down by saying you loved him too.

and from there your guys romantic relationship would start a little slow.

[sebastianstansqueen]

Where Do We Go from Here 1

A/N: I'm going to up date this series usually Every other Thursday But I thought I'd give ya'll the first official part today , if you want to be Tagged, either send an ask or comment on this or click on Taglist open.

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You hadn’t seen Bucky since graduation, from high school, and it made you a hell of a lot more nervous than it probably should have but hey the last time you saw the man he had been a dick towards you so you’d guess that was reasonable enough. What you were invited to was a ‘family’ dinner, more like a party, mostly filled with some family and the rest just mafia family members. As much as you wanted to avoid Bucky tonight, you knew you couldn't do that, if anything that would be the worst way to handle the situation, you currently wore a long black tulle dress with a plunging neckline and two slits in the legs, and black stilettos, your hair and make up done to perfection, you walked out to the large black SUV with one of your fathers drivers in it waiting for you. 

The party was grand for being outside it had gorgeous lighting, along with large trees and dark green lush grass, you walked nervously pushing a peace of hair behind your ear, your heart beat fast and rough in your chest, you took a few deep breaths, you’re father found you and hugged you. “How have you been in the past week?” He asked you. 

“Nervous since you asked me to marry my childhood best friend, who pushed me away in high school.” You said a little bit bitterly. “I’m sorry if I sound harsh.” You apologize for your words. “I’m just nervous.”

You walked around saying hi to old friends of the family, everyone but Bucky you had talked to you were doing exactly what you didn’t want to do avoidance. So eventually you sucked it up and walked up to your soon to be fiance, Bucky had the same dyed balck hair that sat at the nape of his neck where a tattoo you’d hadn’t seen before sat on the right side of the neck. You were so close and you sucked in a breath. “Hi.” You said as you stood across from him. 

“Hey.” His deep voice rang out. 

“So, how have you been in the last ten years?” You questioned. 

Bucky looked at you, and he shook his head. “Let's not try formalities Y/n.” He said harshly. “This is a shitty situation that we are both stuck in.”

“Okay, so you're still keeping me at an arm's length, good to know.” You huffed out as you walked away from him just trying to be nice. 

You shook your head at yourself you should have known he wouldn’t have changed, but the tiers burned in your eyes, you truly did care for Bucky he didn’t seem to care for you, and you don’t think he ever would. You walked up to your father who was talking to George Barnes once again. “Hello Y/n, I am so glad to see you once again, my how you’ve grown.” The older man hugged you. Then he pulled away and noticed your eyes look glassy. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing Sir.” You pushed off. 

He looked at you with furrowed brows. “You were just talking to my son, did he do something?” 

“No Mr. Barnes, I am fine, just a little tired. I've been up since five working on a case.” You huffed. “I think I need to go back home.” You smiled weakly before heading out. 

 George looked towards his son. “I’m sorry if he did anything to upset your dear daughter Henry, I don’t fucking understand what gets into my child when it comes to her.” He apologized, then walked towards said man.

Bucky looked at himself, he wore a simple tux with the jacket, shirt, pants and tie, he kept his hair in the usual style he wore it in. He headed down to his collection of luxury cars, he got in and started the vehicle, he pulled out and went through the large garage, once out of the gate of his property is when the anxiety hit him, what the hell was he going to say to Y/n when he saw her, what was he going to do this wasn’t going to be the night that he proposes to her, but this was the night he first has seen her in ten years, he wondered if you’d died your hair, like he has for a multitude of years. 

Bucky got to the outdoor party and he walked into it to find his and your father talking together, he huffed and thought that was his only option, but he was stopped by Steve. “Thought you could use a shot.” Steve told his closest friend, holding out the drinks. 

“Thank god for you.” Bucky said taking the shot and throwing it back.

Steve smirked. “Are you nervous to see her again?” 

Bucky huffed, about to say something when your father rushed across the yard, Bucky’s eyes followed the man seeing him hug Y/n, her y/h/c hair was long but curled while her makeup was done up to notch, and her well pedicured hand patted her fathers back you hadn’t changed but at the same time you did you changed into an elegant refined woman, Bucky was tempted to walk over to her but he held himself back he knew that once she was safe and could get out of this marriage she would devorce him. 

Bucky watched as Y/n walked about and talked to old friends and ‘family’ Bucky knew she would eventually make her way towards him Steve currently kept him company while he waited for her to come up he prepared what to say to her. Then she eventually did come up to him. “Hi.” Her kind eyes looked directly into his blue ones.

He smiled softly. “Hey.” 

Then he forced himself to harden his expression, she looked up at him still with a gentle look in her eyes and a soft smile. “So, how have you been in the last ten years?” 

Bucky shook his head, he told himself he was keeping his distance, this was how he was defying his father.  “Let's not try formalities Y/n. This is a shitty situation that we are both stuck in.” It came out a lot fucking ruder than he ment. 

Y/n nodded, giving a tight lipped smile. “Okay, so you're still keeping me at an arm's length, good to know.” She huffed walking away.

Steve stood next to him with a judgemental look on his face. “I know I fucked up.” Bucky told his friend. 

“I know why you started to push her away in high school. Why do it now when you have to do this?” Steve questions looking at the campaign he held. 

They watched as Y/n hugged Bucky’s father, before she left, Bucky stood there for a moment before his father came up. “What the hell did I tell you last week?” His father hissed. 

Bucky got snarky. “Do you want me to quote you exactly?” 

George nodded. “Why not?” The older man shrugged, Winnifred came up to prevent a screaming match or a physical fight. 

Bucky’s nostrils flared. “I’m going to do the big proposal thing, and I’m going to have the big wedding and the honeymoon and I’m going to be a good husband and I’m going to do all that is needed to win her over, and get her to love me, father I listened, but I have some things I want set up for her.” 

“Talk. To. Henry.” George snipped. 

Bucky huffed, before walking towards the man whom he had a plentiful amount of respect for and that was Y/n’s father he stood waiting as a woman hit on the man probably for his money Bucky excused himself into the conversation. “James.” Henry spoke in a neutral tone.��

“Hello Mr. Y/l/n, um I want to talk about the union between me and Y/n.”  He spoke to the man. 

“What is it James?” Henry asked the younger man. 

Bucky inhaled sharply. “I want it to be like a normal marriage.” 

“I intended it to be a quote, ‘normal marriage’.” Henry told him as he slowly sipped on the drink in hand. 

“Not that type of normal, our normal.” Bucky emphasized.

Henry tensed at what he was implying. “I won’t ask that of my daughter, James, I’m not like you. I will not hurt her, rather I don’t care if it is physical or mental.” 

“I have never hurt her.” Bucky said with a clenched jaw.

“Tell a sixteen year old Y/n who was devastated when you told her that all she was useful for was to get married and to look pretty, she has a very successful career as a lawyer. I won't ask her to give it up for something she has worked for.” Henry told him. “If you want it you work up the balls and talk to my daughter.”