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We Wouldn’t Be Us // Charlie Gillespie

IN WHICH: We get a look into the timeline of the reader and Charlie’s relationship from the first date that wasn’t so perfect to the news they get. The relationship has its ups and downs like all relationships do but this one brings the birth of a song. They know in their relationship that anything less just wouldn’t be them

Warnings: Swearing, an argument, allusion to sex (NO SMUT), pure fluff

Words: 3.1k

A/N: I suppose this is an entry for @cherrymaybank​’s Valentine’s Day Fic Challenge. 

Based on the song We Wouldn’t Be Us by Alexandra Kay

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Every dress didn’t seem to fit properly no matter what mirror with different light in your apartment you tried. The spare bathroom’s bulb was dying, so that made the colour appear off, and the best mirror was dirty, which would dampen the romantic goal. Nothing made you feel that oomph that you desired for this date. 

You could wear the standby little black dress of which you had two options, the clubbing one or the work appropriate one. It didn’t seem right to choose a standard black and no colour for this insanely sweet guy that had this insane energy. With that thought in mind, you dug deeper in your closet for that special dress that you’d never found someone worthy of it. It was your best dress and your most expensive with the tags still on. You would have gone for the maroon dress but it was Valentine’s Day and that seemed like over kill.

Somehow it still fit perfectly despite the length of time from purchase, it was a vibrant green satin with lace matching the colour. The dress's satin ended just below the knee with the matching lace falling an additional six inches past. The A-line skirt was loose flowing contrasting to the form-fitting material across your bust and midsection. 

One of your favourite parts of the dress was the off-shoulder bateau neckline that gave a tasteful sneak of your cleavage. The bottom of the thick straps came to make a perfectly straight horizontal line. Across your waist was a one-inch wide satin ribbon attached to the dress that formed a perfect bow that tied the outfit together, no pun intended.

“Whoa.” You breathed stepping in front of the floor-length mirror kept in the spare bedroom, it had once been your roommates’ room before she moved.

You had to admit the dress was magical with it, bringing out all your curves and went with your skin tone. It was a pure shock to see how you managed to make the dress come to life with just a makeup look that was easy to do. All you did next was your favourite beige heels that went with everything. You had just slid on the left heel when the buzzer sounded and slid the right on as you hit the button unlocking the apartment building door.

“This is going to be perfect.” You breathed leaning into the mirror beside the front door. You inspected your lipstick as a knock sounded on the dark brown wood of your door. 

“You look gorgeous.” Your date breathed, widening those colour changing irises as he took in your outfit, “You take my breath away. Happy Valentine’s Day”

Your cheeks flushed, “Thank you, Charlie.”

He stepped into the apartment as you quickly went to the kitchen to grab your coat and purse with your essentials. He had gently retrieved the coat from your arms to help you into the cold jacket. 

“I know traditionally I would have brought you flowers, but I also know you love books.” Charlie breathed grasping the items in his hands, “So I got these flowers.”

His warm hands held three books. The top one was The Orchid House by Lucinda Riley with a cover that had the background blurry with only the back of a girl in clarity. The girl’s pink dress matching the flower in the upper corner of the book. The next cover proudly displayed The Rose Garden by Susanna Kearsley with red flowers growing down on a stone building. The third one was a light pink book with an anatomically correct heart with flowers growing out of the arteries, veins and valves; a collection of poetry I Saw You As a Flower by Ellen Everett. Lastly, you held Rupi Kaur’s second collection of poetry The Sun and her Flowers that had come out a couple years ago.

“Charlie, this is so thoughtful. You even has a rose one!” You breathlessly spoke gently touching the covers, “Thank you so much for these.”

“I thought we could read them together?” Charlie was bashful as he quietly asked with flushed cheeks. He didn’t know why he felt like this was his very first date all over again.

“I’d love that.” You softly told the Canadian with the manners a mother would be jealous to have in her home. Charlie’s fingers linked with yours as he tugged you out of the apartment into the hallway.

Your hands swung during the short walk from the apartment building to his bright orange Subaru across the street. The sound of the light wind rustling the trees lining the sidewalk mixed with the humming from Charlie was a perfect film score. He was the ideal gentleman even before he asked you out.

You couldn’t wait to tell your close loved ones about Charlie. You could really see this going somewhere. The relationship that is, as you were now on the side of a road with the Subaru’s hazard lights flashing.

“I forgot to fill the tank.” Charlie moaned, pressing his forehead against the steering wheel. His eyes clenched just as tight as his fists.

The Canadian was so embarrassed to have had what he thought was the best date of his life. He’d played music from the playlist he had patiently curated specifically for this date, and he held your hand to the restaurant. He’d already made plans for another date when his car’s warning beeped.

In Charlie’s haste, he’d forgotten to fuel up his car, so here he was with the prettiest person he’d ever seen in his passenger seat. His confidence in a second date had greatly diminished.

“Char, you said Owen was on his way. There isn’t anyone else I’d prefer to be stranded with. Don’t be so hard on yourself.”

“I wanted this date to go perfect. This is my first Valentine’s Day with someone.” Charlie admitted turning his head to stare into warm pools of your e/y colours. His eyes scanned the soft smile that appeared on your face as his confession, “I had this whole thing planned out, and now you definitely won’t want a second-”

“I’m gonna kiss you. If you don’t want that, let me know.” You murmured before pulling him in for what would be the best kiss of your life thus far.

Sure his car broke down, but you kissed him anyway. He tasted of the complimentary chocolate dessert from dinner.

A Year Later

A young, admittedly broke couple sat on the cold floor of the unpacked kitchen eating SpaghettiOs. You had only just moved into the studio apartment with Charlie that had drained most of your savings. Had it not been in a decently safe area in the city and a close commute you would have said no.

But it was the perfect starting place for you two as you both were unfamiliar with living with an SO. It sucked on each of your ends to not have a better situation, Charlie wanted nothing more than to spoil you on the first day living together. Unfortunately, it wasn’t possible but sitting on the floor with a cheap candle was imperfectly perfect.

“I’m sorry we’re eating out of cans.” Charlie whispered pointedly, keeping his eyes on the spoon, stirring the red sauce with the beige circles.

“Char this is perfect. As long as it’s you and I then anything is perfect. Besides we didn’t label the boxes, I have no idea which box has our kitchenware.” You admitted glancing at the boxes boarding the edge of the room. 

You ate out of cans for at least a week before you had unpacked the kitchen and had the means to buy actual groceries. Living together thus far had been going super smooth until wasn’t.

It was a bad day on both your parts, your entire work was deleted after a computer glitch. Charlie had auditioned for a role he had been really really wanting since he heard about it. Your father came down with the flu axing the plans to meet for dinner; it would have been the first time in six months you saw him in person.

The apartment's atmosphere had been rising and very volatile by mid-afternoon when Charlie blatantly forgot a deal. If he was going to play music, it had to be in the study so you could focus on your work. 

Today he’d decided to be in close vicinity to have a virtual jam session with both Owen and Jeremy. He’d chosen the room you were in solely because it had the best wifi reception which you needed as well.

“Charlie, please can you go to the study? I’m trying to finish this!” You cried out as he struck a chord on the electric. His eyebrows came other in the glare he sent you, “I lost all my work last night.”

“The guys and I are working on songs-”

“-Charlie, this is due tonight. I can’t concentrate with-”

“It’s not my fault you have a shitty attention span!” Charlie angrily snapped contradicting the gentle touch on his guitar. He placed it back on the stand to not accidentally damage it, “The wifi is best in this room.”

“I’m very much aware of that Charlie. Out of the two of us, I use it the most. Can you please either move to the study or at least wait an hour so I can finish?” You pleaded with the Canadian actor ignoring the two guys on the computer silently waiting for the fight to be over.

“Why can't you mov-”

“Fine. I will.” You fully stared down your boyfriend for a full five seconds before you harshly closed the top of your computer. It took seconds to gather your work stuff into the leather satchel you stored the computer in, “You didn’t even mute the call.”

Charlie watched as you swiftly pulled on your jacket, “Babe-”

The sound of the door slamming shut cut his sentence before he even had a chance to speak his thoughts. The apartment was eerily silent compared to the sounds of music that always played through the Bluetooth speaker.

The inspiration to play evaporated with the aftermath of a stupid argument permeated the apartment typically filled with love. All three actors quietly said their goodbyes before they ended the video call.

You spent an hour uncomfortably sitting in a cafe finishing up what you’d needed to finish with the argument replaying. Your finger barely hit the button to send the email before you had already stepped outside the business. You spent the walk struggling to draft a text to your boyfriend. 

It didn’t matter because when you walked into the apartment, you heard the soft song you’d both deemed yours. It was cheesy, but that was part of Charlie’s charm. Speaking of your boyfriend, he was sat on the floor of your kitchen with matching mugs of brownies.

“I’m sorry. I was insensitive.” Charlie started as soon as your jacket was draped over one of the kitchen chairs. His usually wide smile was as bashful as the one he’d worn on the night of your first date.

“No I’m sorry, Charlie. I could have easily put on my headphones or moved to the bedroom for a bit. The fight was stupid, and I love you so much that sometimes I think I take you for granted. I mean, look at you! You made the brownie cups-”

“Even sitting on the cold floor like when we moved in.” Charlie cheekily inserted, reaching over to hold your hands in his, “I like our tradition. I definitely like how we upgraded from SpaghettiOs to brownies.”

“Me too.” You breathed leaning over to press a lingering kiss on his lips. His hands delving into your hair to keep you close.

The butterflies stormed your stomach as the heat slowly inflated from your toes until it reached your flushing cheeks. Raw emotion pouring into the passionate kiss that only closed down as you broke for air. But you also went back in as that warmth slowly built in your tummies. Charlie’s eyes marginally opened to ensure he wasn’t imagining the Angel he got to kiss.

Finally, with heavy breathing, you pulled apart, but only a fleeting moment froze the time in the apartment. For, as soon as Charlie caught your dilated pupils, his one hand cupped the back of your hand, fingers tangled in your h/c tresses. 

Soon enough, you were making up on the kitchen floor with each article of clothing tossed in the vicinity. A shirt landed on the kitchen sink spout. The brownie mugs forgotten as you gave into the passion with your boyfriend. Your lovemaking had you missing supper.

Charlie’s solution was a trip to the local authentic English pub founded by a nice guy from London. You never failed to stop him for a dance in the empty street as his smooth voice gave music for smooth motions. Dancing was a common thing from pulling off the road in Dieppe to dance. You drank and danced at the pub until Jack cut you off at 2am as his pub rules had.

You and Charlie just laughed in a love bubble as the real-world worries faded because you always came together in the rough times.

Months later you returned to Dieppe with Charlie to spend the holidays with them. The entire family together creating such a welcoming atmosphere.

“I’m gonna grab a glass of water.” You informed the group of gals ad non-binary pals who had gathered in Meghan’s bedroom. The group had decided to sleep over Meg’s childhood room with face masks, nail polish and lovely wine.

Meg and Jeannette both nodded to acknowledge your announcement before they returned to their respective conversations. You took a moment to take in the great group of Gillespie and Co you had the honour to be part of. The thirst was only temporarily forgotten in the happy bubble you found yourself in.

You practically skipped to the kitchen, barely noticing the two people in the living room, but their words stopped you in your tracks. Your boyfriend, Charlie Gillespie, stood close to his older brothers Ryan, Patrick and Michael.

“I’m gonna ask her to marry-” Charlie caught himself from finishing the sentence when he saw you standing pale-faced at the opening into the living room.

His entire body was encapsulated by the lights casting in the living room from the Christmas tree. The tree couldn’t hold a candle to the ring of your dreams that promptly had you bursting into tears.

“I RUINED THE SURPRISE!” You sobbed dropping your face into your cold hands, avoiding the gaze of the Gillespie brothers. Had you not been hiding in your hands you would have known the older three had vacated the room.

“Hey, it’s okay.” Charlie cooed with the ring safely put away in the box he had shoved back in his pocket, “You didn’t ruin the surprise. I shouldn’t have been telling my brothers in the middle of the living room.”

Charlie’s warm hands slowly pulled your hands from your soft post-mask skin with such a pretty healthy glow. He could see the remnants of the mask on the edge of your scalp, but it didn’t take away from your beauty.

“I’m sorry.” You whispered, staring up at him from underneath your eyelashes. The soft hazel eyes not upset in the least, things often didn’t go the way you wanted to together.

Take the first date from over two years ago where you and Charlie had waited for Owen to meet you with a jug of gas. You’d shared childhood stories and future dreams. Or the time you hadn’t marked the boxes creating an entire week of eating out of cans and cartons.

Ruining the proposal was almost expected at this rate.

“I knew from the moment I saw you in that emerald dress I knew that you were the One for me. I’ve adored each moment I’ve gotten with you from the spontaneous dances on the side of the road. To bursting into song in the middle of the street.” Charlie shakily started with sweating bands but an open heart, “When your best friend told me the emerald dress was the special one, it melted my heart.”

“Charlie.”

“Other than my belief that this relationship will last, I was only ever sure of one thing in my life. I was sure I would be an actor, but now I’m more sure that my favourite role will be supporting you, loving you and evolving with you as your husband.” Charlie sniffled, taking one hand from yours to wipe the tears flooding his cheeks, “Will you marry me?”

“Yes.” You breathed lunging on your tiptoes to kiss him with as much passion as you could. Your hands caressed the skin of his cheeks; his long tresses tickling your wrists.

“God I love you.” Charlie gushed with a gentle shake of his head. His hazel pinned to your e/c eyes as if you were the most precious gem in the world.

A voice cut the bubble enveloping you, “Well are you gonna put the ring on her finger or what?”

Charlie’s head moved to meet the teary eyes of his mother surrounded by his siblings as they bounced on their feet. You laughed as your now fiance clumsily rushed to slide the absolutely gorgeous ring on your finger. 

“Welcome to the family officially.” Jeannette cheered along with the celebratory whistles and yells as the crowd of the family grew more and more. Soon enough, the entire room was overflowing with people congratulating your new engagement.

Months later, you stood in front of that same group holding the hands of your handsome fiance. Both dressed to the nines in front of the officiant.

“I wasn’t looking for a fairytale, because they all end the same. The princess has a conflict that she revolves with the help of the prince. They get married and live happily ever after. I adore how we’re writing our own story that fits our relationship. Charlie Gillespie, I wouldn’t change a thing about our lives. I wouldn’t have it any other way even with the fighting and slamming doors, but we always end up on our kitchen floor making up with two brownies in mugs.” Your vows brought tears among the onlookers along with the Canadian barely keeping it together.

The vows would later be eloquently transformed into lyrics from you with the accompanying melody provided by Charlie. On Valentine’s Day, you played the song on the kitchen floor with a plate of brownies. Three brownies waiting to be devoured.

“Three for each of us.” You wept as you watched as Charlie melted into a puddle of joyful tears. He took no time in placing his hand over your flat stomach.

Yeah, you wouldn’t have it any other way. Especially when Valentine’s Day become more to the Gillespie family; a new little love taking up the day.

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From The Stars

Here is the next installment. This was a hard one to write since it deals with domestic violence. If you are uncomfortable with the subject then I urge you to skip this chapter. If you or someone you know is suffering this please get help.

Rating: M for descriptions of domestic violence

Chapter 7

Both Vanessa and Obi were in the garage as she was opening a box. He peered inside and said. “What’s all this then?” he asked looking at all the spiderwebs, pumpkins and other strange adornments.

Vanessa looked up from the box she was digging into. “Its Halloween decorations. We are gonna decorate the house, dress up in costumes watch scary movies and hand out candy to trick or treaters on Halloween night.”

He quirked his eyebrow at her with a confused look on his face. She sighed and explained about halloweeen

“….. and then the kids come dressed up in whatever costume they wish, knock on the door, say ‘Trick or Treat’ and we hand them a candy.

“Interesting...” he said while stroking his chin

“I promise you will enjoy it.” she said tapping him on the nose. He picked her up in a bear hug and she let out a squeal.

“I will enjoy anything as long as it is with you.” he said then planted a kiss on her lips.

“Such a charmer….now put me down dammit!”

“Why? I rather enjoy having you up here.” he said cheekily then planting another kiss on her lips., before putting her down. They went about decorating to get ready for the holiday.

Halloween Night….

He honestly felt ridiculous in this costume, all dressed in black. Fake fangs and a dribble of fake blood down the corner of his mouth. A vampire, more like looking like a Sith Lord. He sighed and remembered that this was for her and if she wanted to dress up then he would. Even the dog had a cape to be a little vampire himself. He went into the kitchen and filled the bowl with candy like Vanessa had asked him to. He heard the door open to her room and looked as she came into the kitchen. His jaw dropped. She had high healed boots that led up to leather pants hugging all her curves, a frilly top with a corset that pushed her cleavage up. Around her neck a choker and her makeup was done flawlessly and mysterious. Her eyes were changed to a stark white and she wore fangs like him and her hair flowed down her back and shoulders.

“By the maker! You look stunning!” he exclaimed giving her another once over and trying not to stare at the round mounds sticking up above the corset. He licked his lips and she grinned.

“So you like it?”

“Like it? I love it!” he said wrapping his arms around her waist. He was about to kiss her lips when the door bell rang. She grabbed the bowl full of candy and he followed behind her. Opening the door she saw 4 kids in costume exclaiming ‘Trick or Treat!’ She cooed over the costumes while she handed out the candy before the kids thanked her and went on their way. Obi loved seeing this side of her and couldn’t help himself looking at the kids himself. They were really happy with their treats.

“This is actually fun.” Obi said with an amused smile.

They took turns handing out the candy in between watching scary movies. They had such a great time together and will definitely be one of their best memories. The night began to wind down and they washed their faces of the makeup. Obi decided to go take a shower and told her so.

“Okay enjoy.” she said with a kiss on his cheek. He went into the shower and she smiled feeling like the luckiest woman in the world. Her thoughts were interrupted a few minutes later by her doorbell ringing. Thinking it was odd that there were trick or treaters so late. She sighed and grabbed the bowl of candy to hand out. She opened the door and all the blood drained from her face and she dropped the bowl, candy spilling over all the floor.

“Hello baby. Did you miss me?” the man said with an evil grin.

“Simon….” she trailed off, shocked that her ex husband was there. She stared into his green eyes unable to form any words.

“I still leave you speechless huh?” He reached out and grabbed her quickly and covered her mouth before she could scream. He dragged her to the woods behind her house.

“I've been waiting for this day. To be reunited with my gorgeous wife. That's why I behaved so well, so I can come back to you.” She started to cry in fear of what might happen to her. “Oh none of that now. You are gonna be my good girl aren't you? You're gonna behave like I trained you.” He removed his hand to put tape over her mouth to keep her quiet. He made his way to a clearing, she realized it was the same one that she found Obi Wan in. She threw her on the ground and pinned her down with his body but she tried to shove him off of her.

He slapped her hard, “WHAT THE FUCK DID I TELL YOU?! YOU ARE GOING TO BEHAVE LIKE A GOOD WIFE SHOULD!” He brought out a knife and pressed to her throat. She stared at him in fear and he cut her shallowly before reaching down to start cutting away her clothes. She tried to kick at him next and he punched her. He grabbed her harshly by her hair and forced her to look at him. Her cry of pain was muffled by the tape as she was forced to look at him. “Now I am going to take what I am owed. After all you belong to me and will always belong to me,” he whispered sinister in her ear. He gave her a wicked grin as he brought himself harder against her.

Obi-wan had just gotten out of the shower and made his way out to the hallway and called out to Vanessa. He heard no response and made his way to the living room. He saw no sign of her, but what worried him the most was seeing the candy bowl on the floor with its contents all over the floor. Hershey was barking and scratching at the door with to the backyard wanting to be let out. Letting the dog out he barreled into the forest, and Obi chased after him. A little while later he heard Hershey furiously growling and barking. He ran towards the noise and when he got to where he heard it from he was filled with rage from the sight. He shoved the man off of her. The man got up brandishing the knife and pointing it him.

“Well what is this? A new boyfriend?” and kicked her hard in the ribs. Her cries were muffled and tears streamed down her face as she looked desperately at Obi Wan. “Didn't she tell you she is mine. Always will be.” Simon started to walk towards him with a dangerous look in his eye.

“I think not.” Obi used the force to knock the knife out of his hand and then dived to knock him over. The men fought on the ground with a series of punches. All Vanessa could do was watch helplessly.  Finally Obi got the upper hand and pinned him down landing blow after blow effectively knocking him out. Breathing hard he turned to Vanessa who was a bit exposed. He reached over and took the tape off of her mouth and then brought him in his arms.

“Oh my darling. I am so sorry. I promised to protect you and I failed. Did he do anything else to you?” he said cupping her face between his hands. He could see her eye swollen shut, a bruised nose which looked to be broken, a cut lip and an angry red mark on her cheek where he had hit her.

“No” she cried and threw her arms around him and winced. He held her as the sobs rocked her body.

“Come on, love. We got to call the authorities.” he picked her up bridal style trying to be as tender as possible so as to not hurt her any further. Hershey followed. They got to the house and he laid her on the couch, then called 911.

The cops and an ambulance arrived a little while later.  They loaded her in the ambulance to check her out in the hospital. While they were doing that he saw them loading Simon into the back of a police vehicle.

He sat in the waiting room while she got checked out. An officer came up to him and asked his name.

“Ben….Ben Kenobi.”

Obi went on to explain his side of the story leaving out the use of the force for obvious reasons. They took everything down and guaranteed that Simon would not be getting out. He breathed a sigh of relief.

“You should get those cuts cleaned up yourself young man.” and led him to the back behind a curtain.

They cleaned him up and sent him back out to wait for Vanessa. Awhile later which seemed like an eternity for him, she emerged with a fresh t shirt and a pair of sweats.

“Cmon darling. Lets get you home.”

She still looked as white as a ghost but she cuddled into him as he led her outside to wait for an uber to take them home. When they arrived Hershey greeted them at the door and followed them to the room. Obi pulled back the covers and laid her down. As he tucked her in Hershey jumped up on the foot of the bed. Content that she was safe he started to leave.

“Obi...” her voice came to her ears softly.

“Yes love?” he said turning to face her and looking at her with tender eyes.

“Will you please stay with me?” she asked faintly.

“Of course,” he said while making his way to the other side of the bed. He sat down and removed his shoes before crawling under the covers with her. She moved closer to him and nestled her face into his neck. He wrapped his arms around her and planted a kiss on her forehead.

“I was so scared and I froze up. It felt like a bad dream. Like I had never escaped in the first place. But you saved me. My guardian from the heavens.” she said then started to cry.

“My darling girl I am sorry I didn't get to you sooner. But I am here and I am not going anywhere.” he said while running his fingers through her hair. She looked up at him and gently kissed him before going to her former spot. He stroked her back and soon hear her breathing slowing into a sleep.

He felt so guilty that he had tapped into anger, dangerously close to the dark side. But it was a righteous anger. The woman he loved was being hurt, he needed to protect her. All these thoughts ran through his head. Soon the warmth of her body, safe and sound, next to him caused him to drift into a deep sleep.

The Next Day…

She slowly opened her eyes and saw she was in her room, safe and sound. Hearing a soft snoring she turned her head to see who it was. Nestled cozily against the pillow her loyal dog was there. She smiled faintly “Hey Boy,” to which he sat up and wagged his tail. She tried to set up and was assaulted by a shooting pain in her ribs. At hearing her grunt the dog leapt off of the bed and run out of the room. A minute or two later Obi-Wan came into the room and walked over to her side of the bed and kneeled down to be level with her.

“Hello there,” he said while gently stroking her hair.

“Hey,” she said hoarsely.

“Anything I can get you? Are you hungry?”

“A little but I would like to wash up first, she said while trying to get up. She grunted and grimaced while he tried to help her sit up.

“How about I run you a bath.”

She nods, and with a smile Obi got up and made his way to the bathroom. She sighed to herself as he ran the bath. The images of the night before played in her head and she was upset. She questioned why this happened to her, and how did he find her. Her thoughts were interrupted by him coming back to the room.

“Its all set to go,” he said reaching out to help her up. “I put a fresh towel and a robe for you,” walking her to the restroom. “Just call me if you need any help,” and pecked her on the lips before leaving to the living room. She gingerly started to strip and she was about to step into the bathtub before she caught of glimpse of herself in the mirror. Her eyes was swollen and black, the side of her face had a bruise, but worst of all was the bruises and scrapes up and down her torso. She saw the worst was her ribs, almost broken they said, but horrible looking.  She collapsed to the floor and sobbed.

The jedi sat on the couch going over everything that went on last night. He felt so heartbroken for her but most of all he felt guilt. He rescued her so to speak but not soon enough before he left her with wounds and bruises. To see her so fragile and beat up like that also made him furious. He had to calm himself before the anger took over. Taking a deep breath he suddenly felt a ripple in the force, so he got up to check on Vanessa. He got to the door and heard her sobbing. He knocked on the door and at first she didn't respond.

“Is everything all right?,” he asked hearing her sob.

“No.”

“Can I come in?” There was no response so he thought something may have happened to her. He came into the bathroom and saw her sobbing on the floor. Fearing that she might have fallen he went to go pick her up, but was met with a hard shove. He was totally caught off guard. She looked at him angrily and started shouting.

“LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE!!”

“Darling, what is the matter?!” he said his anxiety rising a bit from her acting like this.

She stood up slowly and turned to face him and continued yelling.

“FUCKING LOOK AT ME?! THIS IS WHAT I AM WORTH! NOBODY,  NOTHING. WHY DID I THINK ANYTHING WOULD BE ANY BETTER. AND THEN YOU CAME INTO MY LIFE AND GAVE ME HOPE!!” She started beating on his chest but instead of getting angry he just embraced her. She was wailing while her body shook in his arms. All he could do his hold her and try his best to calm her down. He cheated and sent her calming waves through the force. After a few minutes she calmed down and lifted her head to look at him. He cupped her head in his hands and leaned to plant a soft kiss on her bruised eye, then her bruised cheek. He sunk to his knees and gave each cut and bruise a gentle kiss paying special attention to her ribs. He realized she was stark naked but that was at the back of his mind. All he wanted to do is make sure she felt loved. He stood up and pulled her closer.

“You are beautiful to me no matter what,” and pressed a soft kiss on her lips. “Cmon let’s get you in the tub, yeah?”

She nodded her head and he grabbed her hand and helped her lower herself into the bathtub. Sighing at the warmth and relaxation. She closed her eyes and leaned back enjoy the comfort, but something was missing.

“Obi?” he heard her voice say as he was turning to leave. He turned and gave her his full attention. She stammered a bit “ I know this is...um… a weird request...but will you...well...get in here with me?” He quirked his eyebrow honestly shocked to hear that question out of her mouth especially so soon after her ordeal.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes. I need to feel you and be held by you.”

“Very well then.” He started taking off his shirt and she looked away shyly and let him continue his undressing while she scoot forward. Soon she felt him settle behind her with both of his legs on both sides of her body. She leaned back against him a let out a sigh of relief. “Better?” he asked as she turned her face to look up at him. She reached up and twirled his braid in her finger.

“Yes very much so.” They sat like that for a few more minutes before she sat up so he could wash her hair. His fingers felt so good and her anxiety seem to wash away. He reached over for the soap and wash cloth, beginning to gently wash her back. When he finished rinsing her off he planted soft kisses along her shoulder. Handing her the wash cloth so she could wash the front of her, slowly he ran his fingers down her back. He wanted her to feel safe and sound with him. When she was done washing she leaned back against him. His precense was so soothing and he made her feel special. In this small intimate act he could feel their bond growing, even if it scared him a little, he was happy.

He took his finger below her chin and lifted so he could see her face. He planted a soft kiss on her lips. Pulling away he looked deep into her eyes, “I want you to know that you are very special to me. I am so sorry for letting you down. But I promise I will be there for you.”

“Thank you Obi. You mean the world to me,” and she started a slow passionate kiss. After a light makeout session they both sat in silence content with the peace they had right now. After awhile the water began to get cold, so they got out and dried off. She was still sore as she got dressed, but Obi had prepared a delicious meal for them both. She wondered how she got so lucky. After that incident Obi started to stay in her room since she was plagued by nightmares and he held her and comforted her til she fell asleep. His heart ached for her and he felt helpless. But all he could do is be there for her.

What am I to do? She needs me more than ever. Why did this happen? Why didn’t I sense it?

Sighing to himself, he listened to her breathing even out as she clung to him. He would keep her safe. With that he fell asleep with the warmth of her beside him.

Tag List: @blondekel77 @supermoschi @princessxkenobi @ayamenimthiriel @lacontroller1991

[elisabethsdoppler]

noah & elisabeth modern au

part 3/?

noah and eli eventually get their own place, a little house not far from eli’s dads house

it’s a bit of a fixer upper, but they manage. eli puts lots of soft blankets and books and trinkets everywhere, but noah doesn’t have many belongings except for a little memory box

eli grows a garden! it mostly has vegetables and herbs for her and noah to cook with

they hang photos everywhere! pictures of them together, them and jonas, lots of pictures of the dopplers

eli finds an old photo of noah, agnes, bartosz, and silja

when she asks noah if they can have it framed, he just smiles and kisses her

there are quite a few photos of silja around the house, and as noah and bartosz become closer again, noah puts up an old picture of bartosz with baby noah

eli signs that young bartosz looks like noah

noah just replies that agnes looks more like bartosz

both of them wonder what their kids will look like, but neither of them tells the other person

noah really wants their kids to look like eli, with soft blonde hair and doe eyes

eli wants their kids to have noah’s blue eyes, but she thinks that her kids will probably end up with blonde or red hair

noah knew he wanted to marry elisabeth from the first moment they met

shortly after eli turns 22, noah asks bartosz for his mother’s engagement ring

it’s a simple gold band with a small diamond in the center

noah asks for both charlotte and peter’s blessing

he knows that elisabeth is her own person and can make her own decisions, but he’s old fashioned and at least wants to know if they approve

he would have proposed even if they didn’t

charlotte immediately says that he has her blessing and hugs him

peter is very quiet

noah is very nervous, but peter doesn’t look mad, he just looks lost in thought

he’s a little worried that since eli is only 24 and noah is 32, that she’s too young and will regret it

eventually he says that he doesn’t approve of noah, but he still has his blessing because he wants eli to be happy and she’s the happiest he’s ever seen her when she’s with noah

noah also asks for franziska’s blessing

she just grins and tells him he’s an idiot and should have proposed to elisabeth a long time ago

noah tells jonas and martha, who offer to help him plan the proposal

because jonas and martha are the king and queen of big romantic gestures

a lot of the more extravagant plans they come up with just don’t feel right

so noah decides to just wait for the right moment

a month later he gets it

it’s a bright sunday morning, and eli walks back inside from the garden, her yellow sundress twirling around her

the straps are bright against her pale skin, and the edge of the skirt just falls above her knees

her hair looks golden in the sunlight, and her eyes are bright as she beams at him

noah knows he will remember this moment for the rest of his life

he falls to one knee in front of her, pulling the ring from his pocket

elisabeth’s eyes widen as she sees the ring

noah starts to sign slowly saying, all my life, i had waited to feel like i belonged somewhere. my mother told me one day i would find someone who would become home to me. she said that it was my destiny. i lost faith over the years, but when i saw you, i knew that she was right. you are the single most important person to me, and i love you more than anything. you are my home. you are my destiny. elisabeth, will you marry me?

eli frantically signs yes, and he quickly slides the ring onto her finger before she captures his lips in a kiss

they get married about a month later

it’s a small ceremony in their backyard, the only guests are their families, magnus, martha and jonas, and agnes, who noah hasn’t seen in years but eli insists they should invite her

eli’s dress is really simple but gorgeous and she wears one of those old fashioned veils

they write their own vows

noah cries when eli walks down the aisle

but jonas cries more

martha keeps tissues in her purse for him, so it’s okay

noah immediately leans forward to kiss eli when she reaches the altar, but restrains himself

everyone laughs, even jonas, who is still crying

i think charlotte would perform the ceremony

also just to clarify, charlotte is just eli’s mom in this au, not her daughter as well

charlotte doesn’t finish saying “you may kiss the bride” because noah’s already sweeped eli into his arms to kiss her

they have the reception in their house

eli is perched on noah’s lap the whole time

charlotte and bartosz get along really well

they bond over how much they love their children and daughter/son in law

jonas is noah’s best man

he tries really hard not to cry during his speech

if you’ve seen himym, it’s kind of like when ted gives toasts at his friends weddings, except no one films it

jonas practiced the speech in sign language so elisabeth could understand it too

he tells the story of the day noah and eli first met

and how when noah got back to the apartment he was all blushy and smily

noah told jonas that he met a girl

jonas was confused because in all of their years of being close friends, noah’s never shown romantic interest in anyone

so he knew eli must have been someone special

he talks about how much he loves both of them, and how happy he is that they’re together

jonas cries a lot during this speech

noah cries too

jonas leans down to where they’re sitting and hugs them both really tightly

franziska is elisabeth’s maid of honour, but she didn’t really want to give a speech

to be honest, eli didn’t want her to give a speech either

their first dance is really slow and noah keeps leaning down to kiss her

after their first dance, they slip away for a while

noah kissed eli long and with passion in a room hidden away

jonas finds them, giggling and pulling them back to the party

he’s a little tipsy

magnus whoops and hollers when he sees them

franziska punches his arm

noah’s hair is all messed up and his tie is undone

eli’s veil is gone, her hair is loose around her shoulders

noah thinks she looks even more like an angel than before

they dance a lot after that

eli and peter have their father-daughter dance, and peter apologizes for being so harsh with noah

eli signs back that it’s okay, she understands

noah and agnes dance together, and all their past grudges are put aside at least for the time being

eli and jonas take turns twirling the other person around

they fall over a lot and dissolve into giggles

the party fizzles out, and most people are gone by midnight

jonas and martha are the last to leave

jonas is drunk and really wants to stay

but martha insists, and he gives in very easy to her

she understands that noah and eli probably don’t want to spend their wedding night taking care of a very drunk and very emotional jonas

the next morning, they leave for their honeymoon

they spend about 5 days in a cabin in the woods

it’s wonderful

[cakesunflower]

Sugar Coated Pain [Boxer!Calum AU]—What Happens After Head Canons

A/N: Hey y’all! So if you’ve read my boxer!Calum fic, Sugar Coated Pain, this is a little something extra. Just some head canons for what happens after the story ends! I missed Noelle & Calum a lot, so I figured I’d write some stuff up for them & their family.

Calum proposed to Noelle when baby Dahlia was a little over a month old. Even though Noelle knew it was coming, she still cried when she entered Simon’s Stories to open up for the day, still on maternity leave yet offering to open because Beverly had been sick and there had been no other option, only to see the words “Will you marry me?” written on the chalkboard wall with Calum down on one knee in front of it, his grandmother’s gorgeous ring held out in a box ready for Noelle to wear. 

Turns out Beverly hadn’t actually been sick. 

The store opened a bit late that day. Calum and Noelle were too lost in consummating their engagement right then and there before heading home when Beverly actually showed up to work. 

But they didn’t get married until a year after that. 

They took their engagement photos in Dumbo, right in front of the Brooklyn Bridge

Unlike Beverly and Ashton’s wedding, Noelle and Calum’s was kept small by both of their requests. Only friends and family were invited, just a little over fifty guests. 

They had a rooftop wedding in New York, complete with a gorgeous view and flowers and drinks and a good time.

When Calum saw Noelle walking down the aisle with her mother at her side, he didn’t bother holding back the tears. He’s only ever cried publicly twice so far: when he first met Dahlia, and when the love of his life walked towards him with the full intention of becoming his wife. 

We can’t forget Beverly walking down the aisle holding Dahlia as well. 

There wasn’t a single dry eye when they both spoke their vows. If there was any doubt that the two of them were in love, it disappeared as Calum and Noelle shamelessly and genuinely talked about how much they loved each other.

Their first dance song was Dancing In The Dark—AKA the song that was playing through the store when they first kissed. 

Their honeymoon was in Florence, Italy. They didn’t leave the bed for the first two days. 

When at the gym, Calum sometimes found himself going a couple of rounds with a punching bag. Every time Noelle saw him, it excited her just like it did the first time. 

But with his family, going back into the ring was never something Calum ever thought about. 

Calum’s phone was filled with pictures and videos of Dahlia. 

Noelle’s favorite videos to watch are of Dahlia during tummy time when she was younger, Calum filming and constantly encouraging their daughter to lift her head, roll over, etc. 

He got a tattoo of a dahlia flower on his right upper arm. 

Dahlia tends to wake up early, so Calum gets her dressed and brings her along when he takes Duke out on a walk. 

Duke and Dahlia are best friends. He’ll always choose to cuddle with her over Calum and Noelle. 

Calum and Noelle also have a designated date night during the week. Dahlia stays with either her grandmother or Aunt Beverly and Uncle Ashton so Calum and Noelle can go out and run around like a bunch of kids in love like they used to. 

Except that love was always there, but with a baby they never got too much alone time. 

Calum loves seeing his wedding band on his finger, and the sight of Noelle wearing both her rings fills him with a rush of love.

By the time Dahlia was a year and a half, Beverly and Ashton were expecting their first child. 

Dahlia’s first words were “dada”. 

Calum cried. 

Dahlia loves her cousin.

Bev and Ash’s kid, Harvey, is her best friend. 

When Dahlia was 3, going on 4, Calum and Noelle started discussing about having another kid. 

They were watching her play in the living room with Duke, her toys surrounding her, as they stood on the kitchen. 

They still were in awe that they had a child. 

“Can you believe we made that? An actual person.”

“A really cute person.”

“What do you expect? She’s my kid.”

That earned Calum a smack, which he only returned with a laugh before wrapping his arms around his wife. 

He’d pull a pouty Noelle towards him before saying, “We should make more.”

Of course Noelle was quick to agree. 

Any excuse to have sex with her husband, right?

They’d start off in the bedroom, but eventually Calum starts showing up to the book store to drag Noelle into a back room during her break. She doesn’t complain. 

She’ll show up to the gym where Calum can take her any way he likes in the privacy of his office. 

She’s pregnant before the end of the month. 

Finding out was different the second time around. The two of them sat on the bathroom floor as they waited for the tests, holding hands as they had a whispered conversation about the idea of a new baby. 

It was something they discussed often since deciding they wanted more kids, but now it was seeming more real. 

And when the pregnancy test had the two lines for a positive result, it was a happy day in the Hood household. 

After their first doctor’s appointment where they got the sonogram, they told their families and the boys.

They told Dahlia she was going to be a big sister as she ate a McDonalds Happy Meal. They aren’t quite sure if she was excited about a sibling or her chicken nuggets.

But then they got home and went into Dahlia’s room because she’d been a bit too quiet for a while, they were confused to see her pulling some toys out of her toy chest and placing them to the side.

“What’re you doin’, bug?”

“These are gifts for the baby!”

Noelle blamed the hormones for bursting into tears.

Calum was more prepared during the second pregnancy.

He brought all of the things Noelle had craved during the first time, and even though sometimes she wanted something new, he had no problem venturing to a 24 hour mart at 3am to get what she wanted.

Whenever he came home and saw Noelle asleep on their bed with her bump becoming visible, Duke on one side and Dahlia on the other, the love that shocked through his body was overwhelming.

He talked to the baby all the time, just like he did when Noelle was pregnant with Dahlia, only this time his first born joined in.

Calum and Noelle made a bet on the gender of their new baby.

He said it’d be another girl, Noelle thought it’d be a boy.

If Noelle won, Calum would have to eat one of her weird cravings.

If Calum won, he’d get to pick Noelle’s halloween costume.

Noelle won. It would be a boy.

Calum had to eat hot Cheetos dipped in yogurt.

“What the fuck does pregnancy make you eat? How is your stomach not fucked up?”

“You’ve got no one to blame but yourself. You did this to me.”

Noelle’s mom always came by to drop off some food; Calum loved her enchiladas. 

Just like the first time around, everyone was in the waiting room when it was time for Noelle to go into labor.

His parents and sister flew in as well.

Noelle had Calum and her mom in the delivery room.

He’s felt lots of punches and kicks, but the grip Noelle had on his hand as she pushed was the deadliest.

Calum knew they were about to meet their son, but he absolutely hated the look of pain on Noelle’s face and the sounds of her screams.

He thought she looked beautiful anyway.

But he knew if he told her, she’d pause the labor just to punch him.

The sound of their baby crying silenced Noelle’s screams.

Henry Thomas Hood, named after Noelle’s late father, was as perfect of an addition to their family as Dahlia had been.

Dahlia instantly fell in love with her baby brother.

Beverly took a picture of Calum sitting up in Noelle’s bed with her; Henry in her arms as she leaned into Calum’s embrace, Dahlia grinning on his lap.

He carried that pic in his wallet.

And every time he looked at it, he thanked every single star for the day Noelle walked into Astros to watch that first fight.

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[trashinaglass-archive]

Engaged

Y/n and Tom get engaged not so privately

Request: I adore you and your writing! Do you think you can write a Tom x reader were they have been dating for a while but they haven’t told toms fans yet so just the people closest to them know, and he proposes to her somewhere private but someone manages to take a photo of it and it goes viral and everyone is freaking out and then he posts an instagram pic telling everyone he and @y/n are getting married? Sorry so specific hahah💕

A/n: sis, the more specific the better! Thanks for this request!

Tom was the best boyfriend you could have ever asked for. Although he usually had a crazy schedule due to his job, he did a great job at making time for you (and his family) along the way. You really appreciated the small things he did for you, and you never expected anything more.

You two had been dating for five years. Although he managed to spoil his movie for fans, he had never spoiled your relationship. No one knew you were dating- Tom wanted to keep you and his relationship with you private, for multiple reasons. The main one? He wanted you to maintain your normal life. He didn’t want people talking bad about you or making rumors about you. You were a little surprised that he was able to keep your relationship under wraps for as long as he has, but you weren’t complaining.

A few weeks ago, Tom let you know that he had planned a vacation for the two of you. It took you by surprise- sure you went on vacation with your families, had little gets aways by yourselves- but you had never had a real vacation together just the two of you. He didn’t tell you much about it, leaving you excited, anticipating what you could expect.

That’s where you found yourself now- on a plane with Tom headed to Greece. You had always wanted to visit the gorgeous country but never had the time or funds. Tom knew just how much you wanted to visit and he knew how to make it that special place for both of you.

The plane landed after a long journey, and after reclaiming your luggage, you and Tom were given a ride to your secluded rental home where you would stay for the next two weeks. You looked in awe at the beautiful home you were approaching in the car. You felt like you were in one of those movie moments where you could stick your upper body out of the car as you took in your new surroundings. Greece was just as beautiful as you had expected, if not even more.

“You like it?” Tom asked as you both got out of the car, him turning around to pay the driver before turning back to you.

“It’s so pretty,” you said as you walked in to explore. You settled into the place, moving toward the balcony to take in the view. You were standing by yourself, listening to the calm waves of the ocean before Tom joined you.

Wrapping his arms around you from behind, you leaned back against his sturdy chest and he rested his cheek against the top of your head. Neither of you said anything for a while, too busy taking in the sights and just enjoying each other’s company. You were the first to break the silence.

“Thank you,” you said softly as you held onto his arms, resting your head against his bicep.

“What are you thanking me for?” Tom asked, genuinely unsure.

“For bringing me here. For dealing with my crazy ass enough to want to bring me here.” Tom chuckled as he listened to the words coming out of your mouth.

“I could say the same about myself,” he said softly, placing a kiss to your head. “You deserve to be spoiled from time to time, and I feel like I’ve been slacking recently. I was hoping this could make up for it.”

“You’re not slacking. If anything, you put every other boyfriend to shame because of how amazing you are.” This made Tom smile. He recently had been feeling as though he wasn’t giving you enough attention, and he always wanted you to feel special- because you are.

“There’s a little restaurant down the street- how about we we go get some food then take a walk on the beach,” Tom suggested. You nodded your head, agreeing with him. You pulled out a nicer outfit and changed for dinner.

Any time you went out with Tom, you were almost always approached by fans asking for autographs or pictures. You didn’t mind at all, you understood what it meant for a fan to be able to meet their idol. But you couldn’t help but think about how nice it was to finally have a dinner out with Tom without being interrupted. You felt like it was the first time you were getting him to yourself. It was refreshing.

Next thing you know, you’re walking down the beach hand in hand as you talked about sweet nothings and enjoying the moment you had together. While you were telling Tom about a day you spent with the twins, you noticed Tom had gone quiet, throwing out quiet noises every now and then to act as if he was listening.

“And then Sam went crazy and trapped Harry inside a fish tank,” you said, seeing how Tom would react.

“Oh?” Tom said absentmindedly before shaking his head and looking down at you. “Wait, what?”

“Thanks for listening,” you said with a laugh. “What’s got you so distracted?”

“I was wanting to ask you something while we were here,” Tom started to say, almost more to himself than to you. “I was gonna ask later, but now just seems right.”

“Ask me what?” You asked for clarification. Tom stopped walking, turning you to face him.

“I love you, y/n. You support me on every decision I make, you’re understanding when I have to leave home for work, you don’t get angry with me when I get cranky or snap. I can’t imagine my life without you- I don’t want to imagine life without you.”

You watched as Tom paused to reach into his pocket, pulling out a small black box. He looked back at you once more before dropping to one knee. Your hands raised to cover your mouth, tears pooling in your eyes.

“Y/n, will you marry me?” Tom asked as he opened the box to reveal a gorgeous diamond ring. You were speechless- you didn’t know what to do other than nod your head vigorously. “Yes?” Tom asked for clarification as he stood back up.

“Yes,” you finally said, your voice cracking. You wrapped your arms around him, burying your face in his neck as you cried some more. Tom squeezed you tightly as he held you to him, slightly lifting your feet off the ground. You stood like that for a while before you regained your composure and pulled away from each other.

Tom took the ring out of the box, sliding it onto your finger before lifting your hand to his mouth, placing a delicate kiss on your knuckles before kissing your lips.

“I love you, darling,” he said before kissing you again.

. . .

The next morning, you woke to the sunlight shining in your face. You opened your eyes to see Tom next to you, still asleep facing you, laying on his stomach. You couldn’t help but to reach your hand out, pushing the long hair out of his face. You let your hand move down to his back, softly rubbing small shapes into his skin.

“Why don’t you wake me like this more often?” You heard Tom say, his voice hoarse from sleep. He opened his eyes to look at you, laying his head against his arms.

“I’ll make a note of that,” you said softly, moving your face closer to his for a goodmorning kiss.

“What time is it?” He asked as he let out a yawn.

“I don’t know, haven’t checked.” Tom turned away from you, reaching a hand out to the nightstand beside him. He grabbed his phone and turned it on to find dozens of unread texts.

“What the hell?” he wondered out loud, you watching silently next to him. He opened his messaging app to find multiple texts from his family and friends alerting him of some photos that had been released on twitter, quickly going viral.

Sam: Idk if you’ve seen this yet, but just in case

Sam: Attached image

Tom clicked on the photo to enlarge it. It was a screenshot from Instagram. It was a white box with two pictures and a ‘Tom Holland’s engaged?!!’ caption above them. The two pictures were of both of you from last night- one with him kneeling before you and one with you two wrapped in a tight embrace.

“Well there goes that,” Tom said feeling slightly annoyed. You didn’t see anyone around on the beach when you were out last night. You swore you were the only ones out.

“It was bound to happen. Making it five years without anyone knowing seems like an accomplishment to me,” you told Tom, trying to make him feel better about the situation.

“I just wish it was under my terms, not a paparazzi,” he said as he turned his head to look at you.

“It still can be,” you said with a shrug. “As of right now it’s just a rumor. No clarification until you say something, right?”

“Yeah, I guess that’s true.” Tom looked away for a moment as if he were thinking about something. “Should I address it on Instagram?” He asked you.

“I think it would be better to address it than to let it simmer.” Tom nodded his head at your suggestion.

“I’ll do that,” he told you. “But right now, I think we should get some breakfast.”

. . .

You went to a small diner for breakfast and went out for a tour of the city to explore and learn more. You walking around, captivated by the sights offered when you felt your phone vibrate in your pocket.

tomholland2013 just made a post

You turned to look at him, but he was busy listening and talking to your tour guide to feel your gaze. You opened the notification to find a photo of you from breakfast this morning.

You had been looking down at your ring, admiring how beautiful it was and how good Tom did picking it out. You saw the small smile on your face that you had been trying to hide, your left hand slightly balled as your right hand lightly touched the ring.

“This girl right here. There aren't enough words to describe the love I feel for her, but I’ll try my best. We’ve been dating for the past five years secretly. She is the love of my life and I don’t know what I would do without her. Last night I asked the question I’ve been wanting to ask her since the first day we met. She said yes. Knowing this is the gorgeous woman I’ll be able to share my life with makes me so happy. I can’t wait to share her beautiful soul with you guys. She’s a princess and soon she’ll be a Holland”

You couldn’t help but smile at the sweet caption. You looked to down to see the comments, mainly wanting to know what his family and friends were saying.

nikkihollandphotography: how exciting! We could use some more ladies in this family❤️

lifeisaloha: does this mean I was the side chick all along?!

hazosterfield: finally. congrats, mate

dommoholland: welcome to family, y/n!

You clicked on the comment bar and simply replied with a single red heart. You locked your phone and placed it back in your pocket, walking up to Tom. You grabbed his hand in yours, your free hand holding onto his arm, placing your chin on his shoulder.

“I love you,” you whispered in his ear. A small smile appeared on his face as he turned to you, bending down to kiss you quickly before you both gave the tour guide your attention. Greece will definitely remain a special spot for you and Tom for a long time to come.

I’ve definitely written about Greece before, but I just really want to visit. Sorry not sorry.

[omgrachwrites]

Ocean Avenue (Bucky Barnes)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x OC

Summary: When Darcie Baker - the daughter of a police officer - breaks her misfit friend’s heart at 16 she regrets it everyday even after she graduates though she knows she can’t go back and change what happened. Everything changes when over 10 years later she meets the gorgeous mechanic.

Warnings: fluff, so much fluff!!! mentions of sex, lil bit of angst but not really??

Word count: 2317

A/N: GUYS!!! I’m so so sorry about the wait but I’m back now!!! There are only gonna be a couple more parts to this then I’m gonna start my new Bucky fic Schooled so let me know if you would like to be tagged in it! I hope you guys enjoy this part and please let me know what you think, I love you all very much! xxx

Part Sixteen

Slowly and silently – well he was at least trying to be silent – Bucky slid out of his girlfriend’s ridiculously comfortable bed and he crept around the room. He grabbed some jeans and a shirt from the closet as he went. Now that they had a baby on the way – there were only about three months left and with each passing day Bucky was getting more nervous – he had decided to move into Darcie’s place and sell his old apartment. Soon though, Bucky would have to open the garage earlier and close it later. Eventually he would have to open it on Sunday. Though, Bucky didn’t care, he was going to be a dad! Both Peggy and Steve cried when they were asked to be godparents.

He pressed a kiss to Darcie’s lips and he made his way down the stairs to make some toast for breakfast. Just as he was about to head out he heard a creak on the stairs and a tired voice called out to him, “and where are you going beautiful?”

Bucky grinned as he turned around and saw his stunning girl standing on the stairs in sweatpants and a shirt. He chuckled before walking up the stairs to kiss her, “sorry baby, I’ve got some errands to run. I didn’t mean to wake you.”

Darcie smiled and wrapped her arms around his neck, playing with the ends of his hair, “that’s alright, just hurry back. You hear?” she teased with a chaste kiss on his cheek.

“Yes ma’am,” he saluted before stealing another kiss and he was out of the door.

In the car ride he played out what he was going to say in his head. He knew that Andrew – Darcie’s dad – would be completely unreasonable, after all he wasn’t happy when Bucky and Darcie spilt the secret of her being pregnant to her parent. It seemed like all too soon that he was outside the nursing home, Darcie’s dad had gone downhill considerably but he was still lucid. It made Bucky feel like an asshole for even thinking of it but perhaps it would have been easier if Andrew just thought that he was a simple auto shop owner.

Taking a deep breath he walked into the nursing home and tried to smile at the lady on reception but he was sure that it came out as more of a grimace, “I um, I’m here to see Andrew Baker?” he said but it came out as more of a question than anything else.

The woman smiled and chewed her red painted bottom lip, “of course sugar, just sign in for me,” she said, flirting with him and she pushed the sign in book at him. Bucky ignored her flirty tone and he scrawled his signature on the page, “he’s in the day room, I take it you know where it is? Or I could show you?” she asked hopefully, batting her spidery lashes and Bucky fought the wild urge to laugh.

Bucky looked blankly at her and then replied bluntly, “no thanks, I’m sure that I can find the way myself,” she looked disappointed as Bucky walked away but Bucky payed her no heed, his insides were curdling with nerves as she entered the day room and scanned the room for Darcie’s dad.

He was right at the back of the room, looking out of the window; A Feast for Crows was open on the little table in front of him, it seemed like forever ago that Bucky came to read to him. Taking another deep breath Bucky wandered over and sat down on the chair that was opposite from Andrew. Andrew’s upper lip curled but he said nothing, Bucky said nothing either. He was so stubborn that he refused to speak the first word.

Andrew grumbled as he knew what Bucky was trying to do, “and what are you doing here boy?” he growled.

Bucky fiddled with the rips on his jeans until Andrew raised an eyebrow impatiently, “I came here to ask you something and I don’t really know how you’re going to feel about it,” Bucky chewed his lip and eyed Andrew nervously.

“Well spit it out boy!” he snapped and anger boiled in the back of Bucky’s throat but he swallowed it down and gritted his teeth.

“I want your permission to marry your daughter,” Andrew looked at Bucky with wide eyes and Bucky shrugged, slouching down in his chair, “what can I say? I’m old fashioned,” Bucky had wanted to propose to Darcie for ages. He had wanted to book a weekend in Venice so he could do it in style but he supposed that it wasn’t great to be travelling so far when Darcie was so heavily pregnant.

Andrew was stunned for a second before he spoke, “so first you get my daughter pregnant and now you want to marry her? You’re not good enough for her as I’ve stated time and time again,” no matter how much Bucky heard it, it still caused a pang in his chest, “so why should I let you marry my daughter? What do you have to offer?”

Bucky glared at him, “I don’t have much to offer but love and a family. I love her more than anything.”

“Yes, and she loves you too unfortunately,” Andrew mumbled more to himself, “time and time again I’ve urged her to leave you for someone who’s worth her time and love. Someone who wasn’t a teenage criminal but will she listen to me?” he sighed and reached into his pocket and pulled out a gorgeous red velvet box with an equally gorgeous engagement ring inside.

“I keep this with me always. My father gave it to my mother. Darcie’s grandmother wanted her to have it when she married,” Andrew put it on the table and pushed it over to him.

“I- I don’t know what to say,” Bucky gasped and looked up at Andrew, “thank you.”

“I didn’t do it for you,” Andrew sneered and gestured at the door, Bucky stood from the chair and made to leave but Andrew spoke, “take care, just because my daughter loves you doesn’t mean that I do, I’ll never call you son.”

Bucky swallowed and nodded, he knew that already and he didn’t care about pleasing his future father in law. All he cared about was his future wife – if Darcie said yes of course – and his son or daughter. Bucky was in a good mood as he drove home, even if Andrew had forbidden him to marry his daughter Bucky still would have proposed. Though it was nice not to have another conflict on his hands.

When he got through the door and walked into the kitchen he saw that Darcie had dressed and her hair was damp and wavy down her back. By the smell of the kitchen she was in the process of making grilled cheese sandwiches.

“Mm, something smells good baby,” Bucky smiled as he wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her cheek, his hands resting on her stomach. She giggled and squirmed as Bucky nipped her earlobe.

“Yeah, and it’s not you,” she squealed happily, “so get in that shower stinky!” she smiled and pushed him in the direction of the bathroom.

Bucky gasped dramatically and he clutched his chest in mock hurt, “baby, I’m so offended!”

Darcie raised an eyebrow and kissed the corner of his mouth, “yeah Buck, I’m very sure that you are,” she grinned as Bucky took one last kiss before he sauntered off into the bathroom, “lunch will be ready by the time you get out!” he called after him.

“Thanks doll!” Bucky called back.

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Darcie winced as she moved uncomfortably on the couch, her back was resting against her boyfriend’s chest, and she was perfectly content. It was just the restless baby in her stomach causing havoc, she was at the point in her pregnancy that she just wanted the baby out. Bucky and Darcie still wanted the gender of the baby to be a surprise.

“Are you alright angel?” Bucky asked and Darcie could hear the frown in his voice, Darcie smiled and nodded, leaning back against Bucky’s chest again so she could press a kiss to his stubbled cheek.

“I’m good sweetheart, baby is just causing havoc in there,” Darcie giggled as she held her stomach and Bucky rubbed his hands over her bump.

“I’m sorry baby, I wish there was something that I could do to make you feel better,” Bucky sighed, kissing the top of her head, pulling her closer to her chest.

Darcie beamed and shook her head as she pressed her nose to his cheek, “You’ve got nothing to apologise for baby. This is all that I’ve ever wanted a family. Starting one with you is an added bonus,” she grinned, “I love you Bucky.”

“I love you too sweetheart, more than anything,” he smiled and pressed a kiss to the base of her neck and he sighed happily.

That night they were intimate for the first time in a long while and it felt right, it felt good for them to explore each other’s bodies. It felt like they were teenagers again – though technically they were never together as teenagers – as they giggled and fumbled with each other’s clothes. Later, they lay side by side, both exhausted and slick with sweat as they trailed gentle fingers over damp skin and whispered sweet nothings to each other.

“At the end of the month we can talk to the landlord of that house with the blue shutters, which overlooks the park. Y’know, your dream house?” Bucky grinned as he propped himself up on his hand, combing his fingers through Darcie’s tangled hair, “I’ll set up an appointment with him, sound good?”

“Sounds perfect Buck,” Darcie beamed as an indescribable feeling of happiness washed over her, “I love you,” she cupped his cheeks and kissed him deeply.

“I love you too doll.”

A couple of weeks later Darcie awoke in her queen sized bed, she rolled over onto Bucky’s side to wrap her arms around him. She frowned and properly opened her eyes when she found that Bucky’s side of the bed was empty and cold. Sighing and feeling just a little bit hurt because Bucky hadn’t told her that he’d be going into work today, she sat up and rubbed the sleep out of her eyes. She hesitated for a moment as the scent of cinnamon toast and freshly brewed coffee wafted from the kitchen.

Darcie yawned and padded into the kitchen to see Bucky cooking with a pink frilly apron tied around his waist. Giggling, Darcie kissed his cheek and hopped up onto the kitchen counter opposite Bucky.

“Thought that you were in work today,” Darcie smiled as she picked up a mug of decaf coffee, adding cream and sweeteners to it. Bucky shook his head and winked at her, placing a plate of cinnamon toast next to her before he started working on the next batch. Bucky loved cinnamon toast so much that he always made so much of it.

“Nope, got lots planned today. No time for work beautiful,” he smirked and Darcie tilted her head and squinted her eyes at him, now she was curious.

“Why? What’s happening today?” she asked, by the look devious look on Bucky’s face she thought that he wasn’t going to tell her but she was completely surprised.

“Hmm, all that I can tell you is that we’re having a lunchtime picnic on the beach at our spot, with fake champagne to boot,” he winked and kissed her.

Soon enough, lunchtime rolled around and the young couple were at their spot on the beach, in that cave with an open top that they watched the stars in way back in high school. The fake champagne was just sparkling apple juice but it was still perfect. Darcie giggled as Bucky fed her a cherry tomato and she laid her head back down onto Bucky’s chest sighing happily.

“Y’know, I was going to take you to Venice this weekend but I thought all the travelling wouldn’t be great for you and the baby,” Bucky started and Darcie looked up at him, nodding at him to continue.

“Why did you want to take me to Venice baby?” she asked when Bucky fell silent, she sincerely hoped that he was about to ask her a certain question, a question that she’d been waiting for, for a long time now.

“You know that I love you right? More than anything, I’ve loved you since I first saw you in those geeky glasses in ninth grade,” he teased which made Darcie giggle, “I was heartbroken when you traded in those glasses for contacts but still I loved you. It broke my heart when things ended between us and we went our separate ways.  We’ve defied all that the world has thrown at us, defied against every odds which is why,” he paused and Darcie felt him reach into his shirt pocket and excitement rose in her chest like an inflated balloon, “I wanted to ask you, Darcie Baker, will you marry me?” he moved so he was on one knee in front of her.

Darcie had hoped that this was coming; she had wished that it would come but she was still completely speechless as she stared at the handsome man on his knees in front of her. He was looking increasingly nervous with every passing second because Darcie still hadn’t said anything.

“Uh baby, not to rush you or anything but you’re giving me a real fright now,” he chuckled nervously and Darcie shook herself out of it.

“Oh Bucky! Yes! Yes! A million times yes!” she exclaimed and she leaned forward and kissed him deeply and passionately, grinning as he slid the beautiful ring onto her finger. Everything was complete.

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Mr. Fix It

Title: Mr. Fix It Square Filled: Neighbor Pairing: Jared x Reader Characters: Jared Padalecki, Reader Warnings: Fluff/Smut/Mild Spanking (for those who may not be into that) Summary: Jared offers to help fix up his new neighbor’s house including helping her put her brand new bed together. Word Count: 2309 Created for: @spnkinkbingo

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Jared had spent his first week off from filming watching his new neighbor move into the house across from his. It was quite the fixer upper for someone who was seemingly living by herself. When his co-star and best friend, Jensen had come over to encouraged Jared to go over and introduce himself. Jared was always weary about putting himself out there never knowing who was a fan or not.

He looked out to see her trying to fix her mailbox. Chuckling he grabbed his post digger out of the garage and walked across the street. “Hi there.”

She looked up with the most gorgeous (Y/C/E) eyes and her (Y/C/H) was pulled back short strands falling down in front of her face. “Hi, you must be the actor.” She said holding out her hand, “I’m (Y/N).”

“Jared. Which one of our neighbors ratted me out?” he asked as she wiped her forehead with the back of her hand.

“Mrs. Heggins down the street. She invited me over for dinner and gave me all the scoop on everyone. You’re the handsome actor who is hardly ever home and when you are you tend to keep to yourself.” (Y/N) smiled as Jared ran his hand through his long hair.

He stepped beside her taking her shovel away and began pushing his post digger into the ground, “I guess that is accurate, except the handsome part maybe. I saw you struggling out here, so I decided to break my hermetic living to come help you out.”

“My hero.” She said stepping out of his way.

Jared and (Y/N) ended up talking and working for the whole afternoon. Her house truly needed a lot of work and he volunteered himself to help out whenever his schedule permitted it. By the time, the moon was high in the dark sky Jared was pooped not remembering the last time he had done so much physical labor.

“I cannot thank you enough for helping me today. I think you really are my hero.” She handed him the last tool for his box and he latched it closed.

They exchanged phone numbers while he was looking at his schedule on his phone, “I will come over next week once I’m back from my conventions to help you out some more.” He grabbed he things starting to walk down her driveway.

She called out to him from her garage, “Thank you again and I agree with Mrs. Heggins about the handsome part.”

He turned around seeing her grinning as her garage door closed. Jared had a wide smile on his own face that did not go away the whole time he was gone for work. The whole time he was gone they texted with one another getting to know each other. He enjoyed chatting with her and his entire Supernatural family could tell a huge difference in him.

“Jared, I don’t know what is going on but whatever has change keep that in your life. You just seem so happy this week.” Kim Rhodes mentioned as he sat backstage for the Saturday Night Concert.

Jensen chuckled, “He met a girl and is helping her move furniture around her house.”

Jared threw a wadded up napkin at his best friend feeling his cheeks burning slightly. Honestly, he could not wait to get back home to see her, but everything seemed too good to be true. One thing he learned early in life was if it sounded too good then it probably was.

When Clif dropped him off at his house there was a small basket on his front porch. It was filled with snacks and a bottle of whiskey along with a broken mallet. Picking it up he walked inside seeing there was also a note in the basket.

“Glad you’re back! I’ll provide dinner and whiskey if you will come put my bed together. I tried to do it myself and I somehow broke my hammer. Help a poor girl out. Thanks! –(Y/N).” Jared laughed looking down at the mallet again.

He took a quick shower and grabbed the bottle of whiskey heading over to (Y/N)’s house. Upon knocking on her door, he could hear her cursing loudly before yelling, “Come on in!”

Her voice sounded like it was coming from the lower level of the house, “Where are you?” he called out walking through towards her kitchen.

“Downstairs fighting with my god forsaken bed frame!” Jared chuckled walking down the stairs to find (Y/N) glaring down on the offense furniture.

Her entire lower level was made into a master bedroom suite that even made him jealous. “Wow this is the largest bedroom I’ve ever been in.”

(Y/N) chuckled walked over to the make shift table holding her glass of whiskey. “Yeah I know. I debated on if I should take the master bedroom on the main floor or come down here.”

She poured him a glass of his own handing it to him, “So what was the deciding factor?” he asked.

“Honestly? If I ever have kids I want them to have the room on the second floor and then the master bedroom be used for a guest room. That way the guest can have their own bathroom and space. Also, if I decided to be extra loud then this room is pretty sound proof.” She said then covered her mouth.

Jared started laughing as her cheeks turned pink, “Loud huh?” he asked making her bury her face in her hand.

“I may have had a few whiskeys before you arrived making my filter broken tonight.” He grinned down at her setting his glass on the table.

“It’s alright, I’m glad to know I can basically ask you anything and get an honest answer out of you.” He headed over to the pieces of her bed frame looking over everything.

(Y/N) sat down out of the way watching him, “Yep! No better truth serum than Jack.”

Slowly Jared started moving parts around and building her frame up. She would help by grabbing tools for him or holding a piece in place. After two hours and a bottle of Jack, her bed was all set up ready for her to sleep in. Looking down at his phone he saw it was past midnight as she flopped down onto her mattress.

“Ah… this feels so good.” She moaned as Jared held his breath swallowing the groan that tried to escape.

Seeing her sprawled out across the bed with her shorts riding up her slender legs and tank top just barely covering her breasts had his shorts feeling a little more snug than normal. She looked up at him waving for him to come closer.

“Come on, test it out. You earned laying on here more than me.” She patted the bed next her as he cautiously laid down next to her.

The mattress was ridiculously comfortable. He could not help but think about the fact that the frame and mattress were so solid it would take a lot of movement to move either of them. The thought of testing his theory out had him sitting up quickly so she would not see the bulge in his shorts. Jared looked over catching a glimpse of her tank top riding up her stomach as she stretched further over the bed.

When he glanced up to her eyes he knew you had been caught looking at her. Turning his head, he chuckled, “Sorry can’t help it. I’m a typical dude.”

“I don’t mind. I’ve been eyeing you all night as you worked on my bed.” Her confession made his heart thumb against his chest.

(Y/N) sat up placing her arms around his neck and straddling his lap. She bit her lower lip looking away from him slightly, “All I’ve been thinking about is how I want to test out my new bed with you.”

Jared ran his hands up her thighs gripping them as he rested his forehead against hers, “Me too.” He whispered as she looked up at him.

There was a brief moment of tension between them before their lips collided together. Jared hands went up the back of her tank top pulling it off with ease. He wrapped his arms around her rolling her onto her back. He stood up pulling his shirt over his head as (Y/N) unhooked her bra tossing it on the floor. Seeing her perfect breasts, he leaned down capturing one her nipples gently between his teeth.

“Oh shit…” she called out pressing herself further against his mouth.

One of her hands slid down his abs and over his hard length stroking him through his shorts. Groaning against her breast she pushed him slightly off of her surprising him. “Get your fine ass naked and in my bed now.”

Jared laughed as he watched her pulled down her shorts and panties down her legs. “Fuck.” He whispered seeing her spread her legs for him giving a full view of how wet she was for him.

He quickly pulled his own shorts and boxers down his cock springing out seemingly drawn to her naturally. (Y/N) licked her lips as he stroked himself a couple of times before she patted her mattress, “Lay down.”

He did watching as she straddled his face her hand slowly running down his long shaft. Wrapping his hands around her thighs he pulled her slick lips down to his mouth lapping at her wetness. “Good god I knew that mouth would be amazing.” She mumbled against his thigh.

Then it was his turn to feel how wonderful her mouth was as she slowly sunk down on his cock. He groaned loudly into mound tightening his grip on her legs. When she came back up with a pop she pushed herself up slightly grinding against his face. “Fuck Jared, just like that.” She moaned caressing his cock with both her hands.

She leaned down taking him in her mouth again spreading her legs a little wider for him. When her hand fondled his sack, he took his mouth off her, “Shit you keep doing that I’m going to come sooner than I want.”

He pulled her back down on his mouth as she sat up bracing herself on his thighs. “God Jared, I’m so close.” He pressed his tongue flat against her clit before sucking it hard feeling her body shaking as she came.

“FUCK JARED!” she cried out lowering her head next to his cock breathing heavily as she placed small kissed along his length.

She got off of him getting on all fours next to him. (Y/N) wiggled her butt as he moved behind her. She moved closer to the headboard pressing her palms flat against it as she stuck her ass further in the air. He ran his hand over one of her cheeks wanting so badly to smack it.

“Go on, I know you want too.” She said looking over her shoulder smiling.

It was in that moment that Jared knew some higher power had created her just for him. There was no way he met her by chance. It was all a greater scheme of the Universe putting them together. He run his hand over her cheek again then drew back smacking it hard. (Y/N) let out a yelp followed by a deep groan. “Again.”

Jared did it a few more times until she was panting, and her ass was red. Taking his length in his hand he ran it along her slit until he slowly pushed inside of her. “Holy fuck Jared.” She cried out as he buried himself deep in her.

He hardly moved letting her get used to him and when she started to move along his cock on her own he straighten up watching her take his cock over and over. (Y/N) let him slip out moving closer to the head board and he followed her grabbing her hips slamming into her.

“Yes!” she yelled as she lifted herself up holding onto the head board.

Jared watching as she slammed herself back on him repeatedly. He held her hips to keep her in place and started meeting her thrusts. He was so close to coming and could feel she was close as well. He reached around her his fingers gliding over her sensitive clit. The sound of their skin smacking against one another filled the entire room followed by her crying out his name as she came.

Feeling her clench all around him had him pulling out of her quickly jerking his own release over her ass. He was panting hard stroking his length until every drop of his release was out of him. (Y/N) laid down on her stomach as he got up grabbing his shirt to clean them both up.

“That was the best orgasm I’ve ever had. Congratulations, you have ruined all other men for me. You’re officially are stuck with me now.” She joked rolling over to her side to look up at him.

Even though he knew she was joking something about what she said gave him a comfort that he had never felt before. He shrugged tossing his shirt back on the floor, “I’m okay with that if you are.”

Her shining (Y/C/E) eyes stared into his searching to see if he was being serious or not. When a small, bashful smile crossed her face she pulled back the covers crawling under them. “Well then come on Mr. Fix It, I want to sleep before we go test out some more of my furniture upstairs.”

Jared laughed crawling into bed next to her pulling her body against his. “I was being serious, you know.” He whispered against her neck.

“I know. So was I about being stuck with me and the furniture.” Her laughter was the last thing he heard before falling into the best sleep of his life.  

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