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text ➡️  harold ❤️👴🏻

cece: did you get protein powder on the kitchen counter again?

cece: i feel like i have to pour it in for you like i have to pour the kool-aid in for jack 😤

cece: speaking of protein powder, i did order us a new one that is supposed to taste like fruity cereal milk 😛

harry: ah shit, forgot to wipe it off again

harry: sorry love

harry: i did close the drawer all the way like you asked me to, though. do i get husband points?

harry: fruity cereal milk? now that i haven't heard of. if it's bad, i'll sue ❤️

- 2 min later

harry: wait, should jack be drinking kool-aid? shit's just coloured sugar! 😤

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elliotxwindsor‌:

“I don’t know what you want, mate,” Elliot told a crying Theodore as he held his nephew. He’d been crying for a few minutes before Elliot had gotten to his nursery and though he loathed to pick him up, he hated hearing that inconsolable screeching even more. “And I don’t bloody know where your mum is,” he pat the baby’s head, as though that would do anything and when Harry stepped into the room, he resisted the urge to roll his eyes and instead huffed out a breath, “Jesus, took you long enough, here,” he held out his son to him expectantly.

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while theo napped, harry took the time to take a shower. he had gone out cold, which was technically not great as the new father had learned about how long naps would disrupt his sleep schedule. yet harry had no choice but to let him sleep. what kind of monster would he be otherwise? but of course, as soon as the water stopped running, he heard the familiar wailing. “shit,” harry muttered under his breath, and changed into clean work out clothes in record time. barefoot and with wet hair still, he entered the room. his very first reaction was somewhat surprised — it wasn’t normal that elliot would want to hold the boy. it almost made him have a pleasant chat with his brother-in-law, a sentiment that quickly disappeared as soon as the other opened his mouth. the nice surprise turned into quick anger, but the older one resisted from snapping him by quickly taking his child from the other’s arms. he spoke of his son as if he were a inanimate, which was mostly the spark of his sudden anger. “i know, i know. i’d be crying too, if that was the face i saw picking me up,” he tried reassuring the baby. “the hell did you do? he was asleep.” a complete shift of tone, now directed at the windsor.

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tatumxlawrence‌:

“Oh, you flatter me too much, officer. What brings you here today?” Tatum commented, placing a quick kiss to his cheek before sitting back down. The ER was running smoothly, as it had been a quiet morning in terms of trauma. The doctor had spent the majority of her morning setting bones back into place with an orthopedic fellow and stitching up those who came in after minor accidents. Nothing large enough to drag her into the OR, her happy place. “Well yeah, but from what I hear, I missed a pretty good party! And I had the perfect dress picked out. Mady was bummed too, she wanted to show off her dress.” A laugh left her lips, shaking her head. “Thankfully, yes. It was touch and go for a while after, but he was discharged two days ago. How’s life at the NYPD?”

“you know, business.” he emphasized the word with some air quotes, as this sort of police work barely felt like it at all. yes, it was essential — and a lot of what he actually did in the force, but still, he lived for the moments where the more exciting things happened.  “what can i say?” he smiled, “it was was a bloody good party, if i have to be honest with you.” a little chuckle escaped his lips. “aw. well, there’s always the option to do a whole fashion show just so mady can show off that dress. i’m sure my wife would love to plan any party for this occasion, specifically.” a little shrug followed, but the smile didn’t leave the man’s features. “that’s great! saving lives as usual, i see. oh, you know. same old, been pretty calm the last couple of days, thankfully. at least over in my department. at least i haven’t been shot again, which is good... yeah?”

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cwindsr‌:

“So I’m just going to sit here and look pretty while I read you the directions, because this doesn’t make any sense to me,” Cecelia said, sitting down on top of the pile of wooden pieces for the swing set. “I studied political science and history, not engineering.” Setting up the swing set in the backyard was proving to be more challenging than she thought, and she hoped Harry knew more than she did. “I don’t know about you, I’m starting to think we really should have paid to have the people set it up instead of do it ourselves. Not our smartest decision,” she laughed. Sure, setting it up on their own seemed feasible at first but now she wasn’t so sure. “At least when the pool goes in we won’t have that option. They have to do it.” 

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the man gave his wife a disapproving look, somewhat of a squinting glare, but nothing aggressive or the sort — sarcastic, if anything. at her words though, harry couldn’t help but chuckle, breaking any semblance of a character he could’ve had up until that point. “no need to brag, you know,” he chuckled, hands on his hips, eyes hovering over the multiple pieces of wood in the backyard. “some of us didn’t even go to uni.” ‘us’, in this context being him. his sight left the sturdy materials as he looked back over to the blonde with one eyebrow raised. “oh, come on. where’s your spirit of adventure?” he asked, oddly enthusiastic. “it shouldn’t be too bad. i’ve put together more intricate things, i reckon.” the reassurance was aimed mostly towards himself, now that it appeared like he’d be the one doing all the manual labor. “alright then, should i start calling you boss now?”

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Chris Hemsworth photographed by Alasdair McLellan for GQ Magazine

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emmabvandenberg‌:

“Listen, if I’m getting married, the poor fellow would’ve already seen those baby photos. There’s very little you can do to embarrass me, Harry, not when I’m a professional at doing it myself,” she laughed and took a sip of her mimosa, rather enjoying this vacation home Harry now had by way of Cecelia. “They are? That’s actually incredible. Are you okay with that, though?” she asked as an after thought, “not that you weren’t already but ….that’ll take what little anonymity you have left, wouldn’t it?” It was a genuine question without a clear cut answer so she let it go.

When he kept on about Cecelia’s brother and wrinkled her nose, “a warning without reason isn’t really a good warning. I’m not about to bloody jump Elliot Windsor’s bones, though, you don’t have to worry about that. It was rather shit that he started a brawl in the middle of your big day so, really –– put your mind at ease, Har.” The though twas almost laughable. “Oh, you know my mum, very little good to say about anything.

“She thought it was a nice reception space but left it at that. I think the fact I’d had about fifteen doughnuts made her like the wall a little less but,” she shrugged, “Victoria would’ve made a stink after if she’d really disliked anything. I think she was just happy dad was happy. He was practically beaming, you should’ve seen him whilst you did your vows. I know you were focused on Cece but I definitely saw a little wee glimmer in his eyes.” 

“you think so? i don’t know why, but i simply cannot picture victoria or dad showing your suitors any of your baby pictures. not to mention i have a good stash myself, including some incredibly hilarious pictures from grade school. you sure those wouldn’t be embarrassing? because you definitely had a look.” although emma hadn’t changed much, which was something the older brother truly appreciated. there was something almost nostalgic about his sister’s personality: it was warmth, it was his old bedroom, it was the park near dad and her mum’s house. emma reminded him of good times. one of the many reasons harry simply had the urge to protect her.

“can’t blame me for asking — or rather, warning you. but it’s good to know you’re smarter than you look,” he teased, scrunching his nose back at her, in a completely different manner, though. 

hearing her speak about her mother made harry want to roll his eyes, but he didn’t. he simply sighed and shook his head — something their father did often. he guessed having the old man around sparked up all the mannerisms harry’d caught from him throughout the years. “well i’m glad you liked the doughnut wall. if it weren’t for you, we’d have a tonne of stale ones hiding under the rug,” he teased again, but in a more reassuring way. “you think? that’s... sweet, actually. never thought i’d say that — no offense.” a pause to raise his hand, to emphasize his words. “he was? good ole’ lars, yeah? he’s a punk. he did seem happy though, from what i saw. penny keeps asking me about her grandad now, and i don’t have the heart to tell her the truth. but i should tell dad, i’m sure he’d love to hear he’s missed on this side of the pond.”

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paxbaldini‌:

it was an uncomfortable situation, yes, but it was a conversation that should have happened a while ago. what was he supposed to say? the ‘it’s not what it seems like’ was so overdone and sounded so fake, not to mentioned, it was more or less what harry was implying with his words. “i’m afraid you won’t have a much different answer from me.” he mused, trying to find the right words to explain himself as he scratched the back of his head. “i know it’s not an excuse, but i was terribly wasted and wasn’t really thinking what i was doing. it just…happened. i let myself go and i shouldn’t have ─and it won’t happen again.” he made a brief pause, letting out a sigh while considering if it was appropriate to say what he was thinking. “listen, i like cece, as a friend. i’ve never seen her with any other intentions, you can be sure of that. i’m just an idiot.”

these sorts of conversations, the serious ones, always made harry feel like an idiot. not any sort of idiot, but the hypocritical kind of idiot. he let out a sigh as he scratched his beard, listening to the man talk. his words were not what he was expecting — by now, harry had such a terrible idea of paxton in his head that it was almost surreal to hear him be so... level-headed. it did not match his ideal at all, but the englishman appreciated the lack of bullshit he was getting from the other one. but still, why did he have to make sense? he had been so convinced that paxton would never make any sense to him, yet there they were. harry himself would be lying if he said he hadn’t done the same thing in the past — the getting wasted beyond common sense part, not the kissing an engaged woman part, at least to his knowledge... fuck. he had to stop himself from thinking, otherwise that thread would take him to a place there was not coming back from. and yet, for some reason — which was most likely pride, harry couldn’t give the man the satisfaction of knowing he understood. but still, he nodded. “i see,” was all he said at first. “i mean, you’re right. it’s not an excuse, but...” he gave a light shrug, “alright. it better not happen again. we are married now, so the issue would escalate if it were to happen again.” god fucking damn it. “and well, since we’re talking — i guess i shouldn’t have punched you. controlling anger is not my forte.” another nod. he tried his best not to laugh at the man’s words, admitting to his idiocy, a thought harry had had many times now.

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lilacjones‌:

Not here, please. Again, Lila couldn’t believe her ears. That was just Harry’s effect on her, wasn’t it. Before, he’d come to her with most preposterous ideas and thoughts which ended up making her laugh. In the beginning he’d make her feel unbelievable things too. By the end of it all, she couldn’t believe that was what they had become. The brunette wanted to release another humorless laugh but this time, an almost sob escaped her. No. No, I wouldn’t be weak. He doesn’t get to see me weak anymore. So infuriated Lila lifted her gaze and for the first time felt herself brave enough to look into the eyes she once adored. Not here? Where, then?!? When, for fuck’s sake?! Hers weren’t cold as much as she wished them to be as L’s finger poked his chest, piercing the single letter tattooed on it, reminding him once again she hadn’t been just anyone to him. “Coward.” A single word fell from her lips before she clenched her jaw and her hand dropped to her side, almost as if it his chest stung her. To anyone else, it might’ve seemed the woman was simply displeased her ex-husband wasn’t willing to cause a scene in the middle of the street on which a serious crime took place but it had been years– not just years since their separation but years of pent-up anger and frustration. The single word summed it up nicely; Lila’s sentiment towards Harry. Surely, it was the dark side of the coin– the other, well still clung onto every happy moment and every warm sensation he provoked. But Coward reflected every empty promise, every night he’d come home inebriated. Every time he had ignored her (admittedly unfair) paranoid accusations, cries for help. Every time he had chosen another woman behind her back. “–Have you checked the back? The secret exit?” The one no one but residents knew of. Lila questioned and well, without thinking it through turned to head there herself. Anything was better than standing still and looking at him.

fucking hell. never before in his entire life had harry felt his blood go cold. not while training for the army, not while getting called all sorts of nasty names by sergeants, not while seeing the crises he had seen, nor while looking at war’s innocent victim’s in the eye while helping them to safety — no, nothing pierced as much as lila’s finger. so, she remembered where the tattoo was: his very first tattoo, poorly made with a needle by a friend while stationed in the bahamas. a time where all he could do was think about lila. god, had he ever stopped? to the best of his ability, he reckoned he had only stopped once he’d learned cecelia was pregnant with his child. but in that quick moment, the man froze, unable to speak or defend himself... but there was no need. she was right. as usual. “lila...” he sighed, disconcerted. he looked around, and lifted a hand up, pleading. he didn’t dare touch her. harry was afraid to, not because it’d be dangerous, but because he wasn’t ready to find out what he’d want to do if he ever got touch her again. he didn’t dare do what he did to her, again. especially not with her. what kind of a slap in the face would that be? but lord, he wanted to at least touch her. put his reassuring hands on her shoulders, restrain her from moving any further into what could potentially be a dangerous place... but alas. it was only his hand, a safe distance away from her.

he snapped back to reality from a lila-filled daze when the brunette’s words hit him. “secret exit? what?” but before he could ask anything else, the woman was out of his sight. startled, harry turned in the direction she headed towards, and dashed to catch up with her. “all units alert, i’m heading to an undisclosed part of the building. hold your position, over.” he spoke into his radio. making sure he was no longer broadcasting, he managed to cut the brunette’s path. “are you mad? why in the world would you even think this is a good idea?” unconsciously, he had placed his hand on her stomach to attempt to keep her from moving — out of habit, perhaps? but as soon as he noticed, he took it off, and turned away before he could even start blushing. “i would however greatly appreciate it if you could tell me where this exit is.”

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cwindsr‌:

“Of course. The two of you are so incredibly handsome, too.” Cecelia felt lucky to have the life she did. Harry was the most amazing husband and father, and she loved the family they had more than anything. She had truly never been happier. It was crazy how less than a year ago they had to hide their relationship, and that she had to deny that Harry was Theo’s father. Thankfully, everything worked out in the end. Brushing some of the sand out of Penny’s hair with her fingers, Cecelia rolled her eyes at Harry. “It really is like I have four children sometimes,” she laughed. “I wouldn’t have it any other way though.” Taking a step back, she took a few pictures of them and then put the phone down once she was satisfied. “I’ll be framing that one. I think it might be my new favorite picture.” She was always taking pictures of Harry and the kids. She loved the memories. “I can hold him if you need a break,” Cecelia said, holding her arms out to take Theo. “I know Jack has been dying to throw the beach ball around with you.” 

harry beamed proudly at his wife’s compliment. it wasn’t rare for cece to give those out, but there was something about the situation that made her words feel even sweeter than they normally would. they were out with their kids, on the beach by their vacation home, and on their honeymoon. everything about that felt like he was in a bubble or in a rom-com he’d watched with his mother back at home. but he loved it. despite the fact that a couple of years ago, he’d laughed and complain about how posh the royal family lived — he still did, but he learned to appreciate it more. especially now that he got to sprinkle some of his absolute commoner stupidity into the mix. he stayed still for the pictures, keeping the children near him — and somehow wrapping them all in his arms — being careful not to destroy their masterpiece. and of course, in the last few taps of cece’s finger on her screen, he stuck his tongue out like the child he was, only prompting penny to do the same. “you’ll have to teach me how to scrapbook, if that’s a thing you know how to do, because i wouldn’t put it past you, bird.” he teased, a smile on his face. when she stretched out her arms, the baby boy did the same, almost pulling himself away from his father’s hold. “well, it doesn’t seem to be my decision at all,” harry commented with a laugh, letting go of the boy as he turned to search for the older one. “oi, jack! we’ve got to show your mum how good you kick the ball now!”

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CHRIS HEMSWORTH Extraction (2020)

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“All right sweetheart, this is only because i love you so much. And I know you’re not gonna tell anybody”

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tatumxlawrence‌:

“Harry!” Tatum chirped, pushing up from the table to greet the man. The pair had become friends over the years, considering he’d come into the hospital with patients from the police station who’d need stitches. She pulled him into a quick hug before sitting back down, taking a long sip of her coffee. “I’m so sorry I couldn’t make the wedding. A routine two hour surgery turned into a thirteen hour marathon to save this man’s life.” Shaking her head, a sigh escaped her lips. “I heard it was absolutely beautiful.”

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“hello there, gorgeous,” harry greeted his friend like normal. the report he had gone there for was accounted for, and harry almost urgently wanted to leave the hospital. for some reason, they made him feel queasy. but seeing tatum eased the feeling, making it feel more like a casual meeting at the office. he offered her a grin, followed by a gentle shake of his head. “ah, don’t worry about it.” he assured. “that sounds way more pressing and important than my wedding. i’m gonna go out on a limb and say he made it, yeah?” harry added, pointing a finger at his friend.

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cwindsr‌:

Cecelia loved watching Harry become a father. When Theo was first born, he had been hesitant and afraid he’d do something wrong, but as Theo grew, Cece noticed he became more confident. She thought Harry was such a wonderful father to Theo, Penny and Jack.  She loved the little family they had. “You’re right, I can’t. You and Theo are the most iconic duo ever.  A true force to be reckoned with,” Cecelia said, letting out a laugh. “I have a feeling that once Theo starts crawling, he’ll be trouble. I guess only time will tell.” Especially if he was like Penny. She always got into everything, and honestly still did. Jack, on the other hand, had been an angel baby. As Harry picked up Theo and took him go get the water, Cecelia couldn’t help but smile. Everything about their beach day was perfect. Looking back to the sandcastle, she began to help Jack build a moat around it. It was almost done, and then she’d see what the kids wanted to do next. “Thank you, my darlings,” Cecelia said, standing up to place a kiss on Theo’s cheek and then Harry’s. “Now, go stand by the sandcastle so I can take a picture.” 

“glad you recognise it, love.” harry offered with a cocky wink, further securing an arm around the baby once his wife’s words registered. he had to make sure he didn’t fall over and hurt himself, because if he did... then it’d be harry’s fault. so far, he hadn’t had any accidents with theo (which was mostly because he almost refused to hold him when he was smaller, in fear he would somehow injure him), and he planned on keeping it that way. especially now that the boy was a considerable size. and still, despite the looming fear or hurting him, harry had never figured out the correct way to hold him. he currently had his arm wrapped around his little chest; and of course, the boy was having the time of his life kicking his legs all around, getting harry in the ribs a couple times, too. the man smiled once he was rewarded with a kiss, following it with a chuckle. “oh lord. how did you suddenly become my mum? or am i having a dejà vú?” he teased, yet still followed the instructions he was given, pulling penny and jack into a little embrace.

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finnxvndbrg‌:

“So you’re really infatuated with her, huh?” Finn remembered when his brother told him he when he accepted the position as the head of security for one of the royal family members. Never in a million years did he think he would not only end up married to the princess of their country, but have a kid out of the whole situation to. A lot had transpired in such a quick amount of time and it was easy to dwell on their former relationship when the complexities of the world didn’t get in the way, but now, their attentions and priorities had shifted immensely over the last few years and definitely had an effect on their brotherhood. For that Finn was sorely regretful. However, they couldn’t make up for lost time and only had now and the future to make the best of each others company. 

“I mean its nothing more than what I’ve told you over the phone. I’ve just been working like a mad man with dad’s company and all.” It was what he was really good at and not wanting to fuck things up, Finn was in pursuit of being able to inherit their father’s company once Lars decided to retire or step down. Plus, it made things a lot easier to have something worth focusing on when he envisioned himself being married and possibly having started a family with Charlotte, only to be a single and a fuck boy of a bachelor instead. It was certainly weird how life turned out, but Finn learned he could only control so much. “I promise you I’m just as boring as ever.” 

the eldest brother smiled, an image of the smiling brunette crossing his mind for a quick second. harry knew the younger one knew the answer to his own question, but was also aware they hadn’t had the time to really talk about all of it — everything that his relationship with cecelia encompassed. and for once, thinking about it from an outsider’s perspective, it probably looked odd. “that’s one word for it,” the man pursed his lips and nodded in agreement. “another one i’ve heard is pussywhipped. which i think is also accurate,” he added with a wink. tmi? harry didn’t care. it was his job to make his little brother uncomfortable, anyway. 

the older man scrunched his nose at his younger brother’s comment. not that he was intuitive at all, but he guessed there was more to finn’s story than he was letting on, just from the sound of his voice. he surely had missed him, having him there with him definitely heightened the sentiment. “i’m not gonna dad you, but you need to slow down, mate. there’s more to life than work, you know?” he teased. “there’s so much for you to experience in that clusterfuck of a city. we need to get you a date! you know who the best wingman is.” a chuckle fell off his lips. so much time to make up for. “better enjoy the hamptons while you can — nothing will be this peaceful over there.”