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falcqnslibrary · 2 years

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𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐮

✰ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Chris Evans x foster!little!Reader

✰ 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: when Chris falls down a rabbit hole one the internet about age regression and caregiving, he decides he wants to be a caregiver. he signs up to be a foster caregiver through a charity called 'The Big and Little Society of Massachusetts'. he went through the required steps and completed all the training, and just received news that he would be fostering his first ever little. his whole life was about to change, and he couldn't wait.

✰ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: age regression, ddlg, abdl, ADHD (based off my experience so please keep that in mind), slight angst with lots of comfort, crying, mentions of hospital and hints to past abuse but its literally just a mention, mentions of eating.

✰ 𝐚/𝐧: this is the first chapter of my au that i've said i was going to start months ago and never did, and is also my entry for @dadplease 's 5k Stuffie Writing Contest!! congrats on 5k Eun!! tagging @natashasera as usual, and some others that i think would enjoy this!! @uhmellamoanna @amazingarfield @thewritingbabe <3

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Chris was pacing back and forth in his living room, trying to focus his mind. he kept trying to tell himself that everything was going to be fine, and that he had nothing to worry about.

in reality, he had everything to worry about.

a few months ago, Chris was on TikTok before bed, and had come across a video of a man making a video about how he calms his little down when they're having a tantrum. Chris was going to just scroll past it, but something about the video captivated him, and he ended up binging his videos until 3 am. he watched the man, who's name was Luke, talk about what age regression and caregiving was, why it was beneficial, and breaking the stigma around it. Luke also had videos of him and his little day to day and doing activities such as going to the park, going grocery shopping, and getting ready for bed.

the next few days consisted of Chris doing all the research he could about age regression and caregiving, and that's when he came across The Big and Little Society of Massachusetts. it was a small agency based in Boston that focused on breaking the stigma around age regression and ensuring that age regressors were with quality caregivers, and helping those who weren't. what intrigued Chris was that this agency had a foster program for age regressors who had recently left a bad relationship, as well as an anonymous tip line to use if someone was concerned about an age regressor or their caregiver.

Chris had just got off the phone with his accountant, planning to make a donation to the agency, when he decided to click on the 'Foster A Little!' application. he read through the application briefly, and decided to apply.

he completed the application, and a few days later he was contacted by one of the social workers. his application had been accepted, and he was moved to the next phase.

he went to all the trainings, interviews and meetings. he enlisted Scott and his mom to help him clean his house for the inspection, and two months after his initial application, he was an official Foster Caregiver. all he was waiting for was the call.

the call that he got yesterday while on set. they'd called and informed him that there was a young adult female little in need of a foster caregiver immediately, and Chris immediately accepted. they told him that as soon as she was discharged from the hospital, her social worker would bring her over, something that slightly worried Chris. they'd emailed him her file, and he had practically memorized it at this point, especially her little age.

he'd spent the entire morning shopping. he had bought a crib, bibs, and a TON of toys. he didn't know exactly what she would need until she got to his house and he got to know her, but it couldn't hurt to be prepared.

Chris picked up the lion stuffie that he had bought at the store, smiling to himself. he'd gotten all he needed in the toy aisle, and was walking passed the stuffed animals, when the lion caught his eye. he contemplated leaving it and letting her pick one out for herself, but something in his gut told him to buy it, so he did.

Chris glanced at the clock one more time and gulped nervously when it said 5:58. the social worker had called him around lunch time and told him that his new foster little had been cleared to go home, and they'd be discharged soon. they'd be picking up her prescriptions, and then heading over to his house. ever since the call had come, he'd been running around like a madman, making sure his house was in order.

his head shot up when he heard tire against gravel, and he placed the stuffed animal on the table. he called Dodger over to him, and placed him in his crate. Chris knew the puppy would get overexcited by the little, and based on the little information he had been given, Dodger would scare the crap out of her, and she'd been through enough.

he heard a car door close, and two people walk up to his house. he took a deep breath, trying to calm his nerves, as the doorbell rang.

he gulped once more, before opening the door. the second the door opened to reveal you, his heart broke at how sad and utterly exhausted you looked. the whites of your eyes were red and watery, and your eyelids were fighting to stay open. you were shaking in the cold night air, your leggings and thin sweater barely keeping you warm.

"hi," Chris said warmly, and the social worker, Kayla, smiled back at him, before grasping your hand.

"this is Chris," Kayla said softly. "you're going to stay with him for a while, okay?"

you nodded so small that Chris almost missed it, and Chris could see your chin wobbling under your baby pink paci in your mouth. Chris moved to the side, and let you and Kayla in. he saw the black duffel bag on the ground, and grabbed it.

"I'm going to have to go now, but everything is going to be fine. you're going to be safe here, I promise." Kayla said rubbing your arm. "if you need anything, you can call me, okay?" she said, and you nodded again. she smiled at you, and squeezed your arm gently before turning towards Chris and handing him a white paper bag.

"here's her medication," she said. "she had her nighttime meds at the hospital as the discharge took a little longer than expected, so she'll probably need to sleep soon." Chris nodded.

"okay. does she take any in the morning?"

Kayla nodded. "yes. she takes 50mg of Vyvanse, and it must be taken before 10am, and must be taken after she's eaten. the other two prescriptions can be taken with it, but isn't necessary, its just anti anxiety meds and pain management." she said, and Chris nodded, reading over the medication names briefly.

"awesome, thank you. has she eaten?" he asked, and Kayla glanced at you.

"i got her a happy meal, but she didn't eat the whole thing, so i put it in this bag incase she wants the rest of her nuggets tomorrow," she said, handing Chris a plastic bag. "she probably wont eat anymore tonight, but will most likely be very hungry tomorrow."

"okay. anything else i should know?"

"just her doll. it's in her duffel bag, and she sleeps with it every night. i normally gift any littles i work with with a stuffy but i haven't had a chance to stop at the store, unfortunately."

"not a problem," Chris said with a smile. "i picked one up at the store for her."

"oh, thank you so much." Kayla said with a smile, resting a hand on her chest. "i was worried that she wouldn't have one. we're still working on getting her belongings from her old residence and she did have a few stuffed animals that we weren't able to grab in the 15 minutes we were there, and i didn't want her to be without them for too long. i'll bring the rest of her things by in a few days." Kayla said, and Chris nodded, seeing you looking around apprehensively.

"okay. thank you so much, Kayla," he said, and she smiled, looking at you as well.

"you're welcome. she's a sweet little girl who was not treated right, but i am confident that she'll be in good hands with you." Kayla said.

her and Chris exchanged goodbyes, and after she said goodbye to you once more, before leaving. Chris turned to look at you, and saw a tear running down your cheek.

'hi sweetie," he said to you, keeping his voice quiet and gentle. "you're going to be safe here, okay?" he said. "are you sleepy?"

you nodded, your paci bobbing in your mouth as you suckled on it.

"okay. i'll give you a little tour before we head upstairs as i want to put your food in the fridge. do you wanna hold my hand?" he asked, holding his hand out, his palm facing down, and you nodded, reaching out shakily. your palm, which was much smaller than his, wrapped around his pinkie, and let Chris lead you through the house.

he smiled when he saw the lion on the kitchen table, and grabbed it with his free hand.

"i got this for you, sweetheart." he said quietly. "Miss Kayla said she was going to come by with your other stuffies in the next few days, but i thought you'd like this one in the mean time," he said, and his heart squeezed, seeing your eyes light up, and reach out for the stuffy.

you cooed as you felt the soft fur, before rubbing it against your cheek. Chris smiled, fighting the urge to kiss your forehead. "wait here, okay?" he said, and he placed the food in the fridge, before leading you through the house. as you passed Dodger, who was asleep, in his crate, Chris stopped.

"this is Dodger, my puppy. he's sleeping now, but you can meet him tomorrow. do you like dogs?" he asked, and you nodded, your head tipping to the left seeing the snoozing pup. "well, that's good. he's going to love you."

he led you through the rest of the house, and into the bedroom, where the crib was standing next to his bed.

"this is your crib." he said, bringing you up to it, and letting you touch it. "when you're big, you don't have to sleep in here, but when you're little i want you to, atleast for a little while, okay?"

you nodded again, and yawned, your hand rubbing the soft material of the fitted sheet.

"let's get you ready for bed, alright?" he said, and you nodded. "what do you want to wear?" he asked, and you pointed to the duffel on his shoulder. Chris placed it down on the bed, and opened it. a Goldberger baby doll was laying on top, dressed in a red dress. "is this your baby?" he asked and smiled as you nodded and grasped the doll in your other hand. he lifted a weighted blanket out of the bag, and saw some sleep shorts on top. "these?" he asked, and you nodded.

"okay."

he helped you get dressed, and tried to take your new stuffy and your doll away just so he could get you settled into the crib, when you started crying and plopped on your bum, rocking slightly, shaking your head. Chris felt his heart breaking, and crouched in front of you.

"oh, sweet girl," he soothed. "i wasn't going to take them from you. they're yours, and i would never take them from you. i just wanted to set them on the bed so that you could get all snug in bed, and then i was going to hand them back, okay?" he said, and you slowly stopped rocking, and nodded, looking up at him nervously. you shakily handed over your doll, and then your lion, eyes following the two comfort items as Chris sat them on his bed. "there," Chris said. "they're going to watch us get all comfy, okay?" he said, and you nodded.

Chris lowered the crib bar, and turned to you. "can i lift you in?" he asked. "i don't want to touch you without your permission." he said, and you nodded, raising your arms.

Chris grabbed you under the armpits, and lifted you up, bringing you over to the bed and laying you down. he grabbed the weighted blanket, and laid it over you. you wiggled around as he grabbed the comforter at the end of the crib.

"do you want this one too?" he asked. "i'm guessing you're still a little cold, huh?" and draped it over you when you nodded, your eyes still locked on your stuffy and doll. "okay, sweetie pie." he said, turning and grabbing the items. "here's your doll," he said, handing you the doll and smiling when you gripped it tight and pulled her to your chest. "and here's your lion." he said, chuckling when he saw your legs kicking slightly in happiness as you snuggled the lion to your chest as well.

he crouched down near your head. "i'm going to be right there, okay?" Chris said, pointing to his bed behind him. "if you need me, just call, okay?" you nodded, eyes shutting, burying your face in your new lion stuffy.

Chris ran his hand over your back as your breathing evened out, smiling at your sweet face. "you're so beautiful," he whispered, his thumb stroking over your cheek. "you're safe here, okay? nothing is going to hurt you ever again, i promise."

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falcqnslibrary · 2 years

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𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭-𝐩𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐝

✰ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: chris evans x gn!fiancee!reader

✰ 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: you and chris make a big decision

✰ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: angst, mentions of little space and age regression (reader age regresses briefly, but fights against it), slight stimming (rocking), slight self abuse (reader hits themselves in the thigh). i tried to keep it as gender neutral as possible

✰ 𝐚/𝐧: this is just me expressing my feelings over whats happened in the last 24 hours of my life. i might take a break after posting this, i need some time to process whats happened. this also includes real life messages between me and my partner im sorry

to who ever reads this: don't bother asking for a part two, you won't get it. i am the owner of this fic, and this blog, and I, and only I, will decided what fic gets a part two and when. respect me and my wishes or get off my blog. thanks!

don't forget to read and reblog, and i do not give permission for my works to be posted anywhere other than tumblr. thank you.

it was the third night in a row of no Chris.

you understood that he was busy filming, but you found it a tad ridiculous that he had to go out for drinks after, especially when you were trying to plan a wedding.

you were especially ticked that he didn't even tell you. all you wanted was for Chris to be home, and seem like he actually cared, and wanted to get married.

you stayed up to midnight tonight, but you gave up, heading to bed for the night. your eyes locked on your engagement ring as you laid in bed, the house quiet, save for Dodgers snoring behind you.

you felt the tears prick your eyes, and you blink feverishly to get them to go away. you knew it was your ridiculous, but you were still feeling a little disappointed that he'd rather be out for drinks, then at home with you.

your eyes closed, and you drifted off to sleep, alone once again.

tears filled your eyes as you stared at your phone. you were tired of this. you felt that he didn't want to get married anymore. that he didn't love you, and was only staying with you to make you happy, and to keep his image up.

'do you still want to marry me?' you typed, dropping your phone onto the table, your head falling into your hands as you waited for a response.

this wasn't how you wanted to spend your lunch break, but here you were, in the break room, crying.

your phone pinged, and you picked it up, reading the text.

'it just doesn't feel like it anymore.' you responded, and quickly tried to wipe your tears as your coworker, Andrea, walked into the break room. the two of you had gone to high school together, but were never that close. you two grew closer when you began working together a few months ago, and she had trained you, and you trusted her with your life.

"y/n?" she asked, noticing your post - crying face. "are you okay?" she asked, and you shook your head, not even trying to hide it anymore.

"no." you said, and took a deep breath. "i think Chris and I are about to break up."

"what?" she asked, pulling up a chair, and sitting next to you. "what do you mean?"

you shrugged. "h-he's just been so distant." you choked out, and Andrea began rubbing your back. "he goes out with friends all the time, and it feels like he doesn't want to spend time with me anymore. it feels like he doesn't even love me." you explained, and Andrea sighed.

"he loves you so much. have you talked to him about this?" she asked, and you slid your phone over. she scrolled through the messages, and sighed.

as she did, another text came through.

"see?" Andrea said, peering over your shoulder as you texted him. "everythings going to be okay."

you still weren't convinced, and you were now dreading 5:30.

"have a good night," you said, your coworker and you walking out of the building together.

"you too!" she said, unlocking her car. "good luck, let me know what happens."

"i will," you called behind you, walking towards the white car that your fiance was driving. you opened the door, and got in, bottom lip trembling as Chris immediately engulfed you in a hug.

"i love you," he said, shakily. "i don't wanna lose you."

"i-" you gasped, letting your tears flow. "i don't wanna lose you either." you cried, and Chris hugged you tighter.

"lets find somewhere to talk, rather than the parking lot of your work." he said, and you nodded, wiping your tears. his large hand grabbed yours, and was brought to the gear shift, the two of you pulling out of the parking lot.

"do you actually want to marry me?" you asked, as the two of you looked out at the lake. you had driven down to the port, and were parked beside the beach.

"absolutely." he said, looking over at you. his finger played with your engagement ring. "i want nothing more than to be your husband."

"it just doesn't feel like it."

"i-" Chris stuttered. "i'm sorry."

''s okay."

Chris shook his head. "no. no it isn't. you're doubting yourself, and you're doubting my love for you. and i caused that." he said.

"it just felt that you're not as interested in the wedding planning, and i can't do it all by myself. we have less than 8 months to finish planning, and we aren't even a quarter done."

"i just," Chris sighed, clearing his throat. "i don't know shit about wedding planning, but you're absolutely right. you shouldn't have to do it. i should have helped."

you nodded. "i feel like you don't want to spend time with me. like even sleeping in the same bed at night as me is a chore. we don't cuddle, we don't kiss. the hug you gave me in the parking lot is the most intimacy i've had in weeks."

"i've been-"

"i know, you've been busy. it just hurts knowing you're filming a romantic comedy, and seemingly loving it, which i'm glad you are, but then for you to come home and barely pay any attention to me? it hurts like hell, and it makes me feel like you'd rather be with Ana than me."

"no," Chris said, shaking his head, and turning his body. "Ana doesn't even come close to how fucking beautiful you are to me. i love you, baby. not her."

you swallowed the lump in your throat, and looked at him tearfully. "really? how am i supposed to know? you don't even look at me anymore." you blinked away the tears, and Chris could see the hint of little space lingering behind your eyes. he watched as you slipped, but tried to fight it.

"bubba," he whispered, and you rocked in your seat slightly.

"d-" you tried to say, but your hand hit your thigh in a fist, and Chris grabbed your wrist.

"don't," he said, and you gulped, fighting to remain big. your big side won, and you burst into tears, the emotions you were feeling seeming 10x bigger after the brief regression.

"fuck," Chris said, trying to not sob, and wrapped his arms around you as you rocked in an attempt to self-soothe. Chris didn't stop it, and let you rock.

"i am so fucking sorry." he sobbed, not being able to hold back anymore. "i fucking broke you."

"jus' want you to love me," you cried, and Chris nodded.

"i do. i fucking love you so damn much." he said, and sighed as you began to calm down. "i need to fix this. i need to fix what i've done." he said, and you turned your head, crying into his shirt.

"jus' want it to stop!" you cried.

"honey, is the wedding a little too much for you right now?" he asked, and he sighed sadly when you nodded. "and me being distant wasn't helping, was it?" you shook your head.

"do you want to post pone it?" he asked, swallowing the lump. he didn't want that, but he needed you to be okay. "we can stop planning. we can take a break, we can have a court house marriage. i don't care. i need you to be okay." he said, and you nodded.

"wan' be all done," you whispered, still floating between head spaces.

"okay," he said, tearfully. "okay, we can be all done for now." he resigned, and rubbed your back. "i'm gonna call my therapist and see if we can get in for a session together tomorrow." he said. you nodded, beginning to finally calm.

"i love you. i need you to be okay." he said, and you nodded, your rocking slowing to a stop.

"we're gonna be okay." he whispered, kissing your head.

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falcqnslibrary · 2 years

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i wasn’t sure if it worked, but this and ur main page aren’t working at all? i just wanted to let you know

bc ur a minor and i don't allow minors on my page :)

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falcqnslibrary · 2 years

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𝐢 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐚𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 (𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢'𝐥𝐥 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐞)

✰ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Henry Cavill x little!actress!Reader

✰ 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: a snowstorm helps you grow closer to your co star in a way you never thought it would.

✰ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: beginning of a CG/L relationship, fluff, brief mention of H*yley A*well (just her name and then that's it), mention of Steve Rogers (again, just his name), mentions of storms!

✰ 𝐚/𝐧: thank you for reading and i hope you enjoy!! tagging @inlovewithhisblueeyes and @uhmellamoanna because i love them both dearly and they were really excited for this!! divider is by @firefly-graphics! also thanks to Freya Allan for talking about how supportive Henry is of her and how he encouraged her because it helped inspire this as well 😭

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the first time you saw Henry, you couldn't speak to him. you were on set of Mission: Impossible 8, and you were filming a scene with Michelle when he walked on set with Tom. you glanced at him out of the corner of your eye, but refocused on the director to finish the scene.

the scene was finished a while later, and you were summoned over to Tom, who introduced you to Henry. you smiled shyly at him, at his head tilted to the side, clearly searching your face for something. he seemed to find it moments later, and he smirked, before smiling and complimenting you. before you could respond, however, Henry was pulled away a moment later by the costume designer.

"don't worry," Tom had said, wrapping an arm around your shoulders like he always did. "you'll get more one on one time with him later. he's just popular today."

turns out, Tom was right. the next week was your first scene with him, and you were practically shaking with nerves. you were supposed to run up to Henry and jump into his arms, and even thought Henry had assured you that you could give it your all, but he could tell you were holding back.

MacQuarrie yelled for a 20 minute break, and you barely had time to register that, before Henry was pulling you aside.

"is everything okay?" he asked, concerned. "you know i can take you jumping, right?"

you nodded, swallowing, eyes locked on the ground.

"hey," he said, his finger resting under your chin and tilting it up towards him. "what's going on?" he asked.

you shrugged, your chin wobbling slightly. "just nervous, i guess." you said, blinking rapidly to dissipate the tears.

"why?" he asked, his hand resting on the side of his face.

you sniffled before speaking. "this is my first acting job, a-and i just don't wanna mess it up." you admitted. Henry grasped your hand and brought you over to where your chairs were, and the two of you sat.

"starting out in this business is a scary thing," he said, a soft and caring look on his face. "it's a harsh and unforgiving business, but you can make it." he encouraged. "the amount of talent you have is astounding to me. not many people get a first role in a movie like Mission Impossible."

"y-yeah, that's what Tom said when he told me i got the role."

"most people also don't get the role moments after the initial audition, you know that right?" he asked, a smile on his face. you chewed on the inside of your lip, and nodded. "that shows just how much talent you have. you don't have to be nervous around me."

"i know, it's just-" you began, but stopped and looked down. "its just scary, acting with you." you said. "you're a much more experienced actor, and its a little intimidating."

Henry smiled and leaned in closer. "i understand. i felt the same way. my first movie was Hotel Laguna, and i remember being so terrified of acting with Joe Mantegna, but the more we filmed the easier it became."

you nodded, feeling much better after your conversation.

"everything will be fine, i promise." he said. "now jump into my damn arms or i will tickle you." he said, poking your side as MacQuarrie called the two of you back. you giggled, and walked away, missing the way he gazed at you, closing his eyes and shaking his head in a silent laugh.

"CUT!" MacQuarrie called, and you released Hayley from the choke hold, and walked over to where Henry was holding your phone and water bottle.

"can i put you in a white wig and make you do all my fight scenes on The Witcher?" he said, jokingly, and handed you your water.

you giggled, and smacked his arm, chugging the water. "as long as i get to wear that ab armor." you said. "i just wanna know what Geralt was thinking with that."

Henry threw his head back and laughed. "we had a whole scene where he found another Witchers armor in the armory and decided to use it."

you raised an eyebrow at him. "out of all the armor he could have chosen, he chose AB ARMOR?" you said jokingly. "he was just trying to show off to Ciri and up play how dangerous being a Witcher is."

"hey!" Henry exclaimed, tapping you on the nose. "being a Witcher is dangerous and scary!"

you cackled. "mhm, sure it is. keep telling yourself that."

Henry was about to respond, but Tom called for everyone's attention."

"due to some inclement weather approaching, we have made the decision to halt production until it passes. if you live close, you are welcome to go home, but we have booked out a few hotels for those who cant or don't want to." he said, and continued to explain, but you and Henry blocked it out when your assistants approached with room keys.

"what room are you?" Henry asked, looking at your card.

"210. you?"

"211."

"fuck, yeah." you said before Henry flicked your ear.

"language,"

"who are you? Steve Rogers?"

"don't say his name."

a few hours later, you were trembling from fear.

you and Henry had conjoining rooms, and he had come into yours an hour earlier, proclaiming that he was going to sleep, but to wake him up if you needed anything at all. you agreed, and gave him a smile as he left back through the door.

you grabbed your stuffy, weighted blanket, and paci from your duffel, and climbed into bed, trying to block out the loud wind noises. you stuffed your paci in your mouth, and began to suckle on it as you crawled under the blanket and cuddling your stuffy, and you could feel yourself slipping.

you let it happen, and sighed in happiness when you felt more calm, letting the stress of the day melt away from your body.

it worked for a while.

20 minutes, maybe?

and then the wind picked up again. your eyes were squeezed shut, when the loudest gust of wind hit the building with a thud, and you jumped, falling out of bed and onto the floor.

your knees hit the ground first, and you instantly burst into tears, pain shooting through your legs. another gust of wind hit the building, and you sobbed louder, pushing your body back into the corner between the window and the wall.

you wrapped your arms around your body and began to rock as Henry burst through the conjoining door.

"y/n?" he called, looking for you. "i heard your crying, are you okay?"

you sobbed again, not out of fear, but out of shame. you had your stuffy on your bed, and a paci in your mouth. there was no hiding this, especially since he was moving nearer you, having finally spotted where you were.

"hey, what's going on?" he asked, crouching down and rubbing your shoulder. you calmed down when he touched you, and laid your head to the side, resting it onto his arm.

you gasped silently when he pressed your paci, pushing it back into your mouth.

"did the wind scare you, sweet girl?" he asked in a soothing voice, his thick accent soothing you.

you nodded, and whimpered. you wanted to suck your paci, but you didn't want to draw more attention to it. Henry stood up, and bent back down, he placed his hands under your armpits, and lifted you up.

you sniffled again as he settled you on his hip. "shhhh, little one." he whispered as he walked around the room, calming you down. he saw you tense whenever he went near the window, and pressed a kiss to your forehead.

he placed you back on the floor, and turned to close the curtains. he could hear you crying out in distress, wanting to be lifted again. he shut the curtains, and turned back, smiling when he saw you with your arms up, bouncing and waiting for him to lift you again.

he did just that, and carried you over to the bed. he laid him and you down, and pulled your stuffy and blanket closer. he wrapped the bed comforter around the two of you, and then the weighted blanket on top of that. you continued to squirm, and tug at his shirt. he didn't know exactly what you needed, but he also knew that something was wrong, and you weren't comfortable.

"are you hungry, baby girl?" he got a head shake in return.

"do you need to go potty?" another head shake, and another tug at his shirt. "what are you trying to tell me, sweet heart?" he said to himself, and sat up briefly, tugging his shirt off and throwing it off the bed.

"do you want yours off, too?" he asked, seeing you tug on your own shirt, giving him frustrated suckles at your paci. you nodded, blinking slowly, and he tugged it off as well. you sighed as you laid down on his bare chest, feeling Henry's fingers trail up and down your spine.

another kiss was pressed to your head as you drifted off, Henry's eyes locked on your face.

"i told you everything would be fine, didn't i?" he commented. "i love you."

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𝐛𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐥𝐲 𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬: 𝐝𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞

✰ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Chris Evans x mute!younger!Reader

✰ 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: it's christmas time and you get your first present since you were 4.

✰ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: mutism, fluff, age gap, mentions of eating and food, elements of dom/sub and ddlg but no actual dom/sub or ddlg.

✰ 𝐚/𝐧: thank you for reading and i hope you enjoy!

don't forget to read and reblog, and i do not give permission for my works to be posted anywhere other than tumblr. thank you.

Chris sighed in happiness as he placed the bow onto the big box that currently held the dollhouse and new Barbies he'd gotten you for Christmas.

it was Christmas Eve, and you had long gone to bed, hitting a sugar crash after Lisa fed you way too many gingerbread cookies in secret. Chris had told his mom about how you were deprived of things like cookies as a child, and she took it upon herself to make this Christmas the best. you were then hyped up on sugar for the rest of the night, unable to sit still for more than 5 minutes. it made Chris smile, and his heart swell as he saw you being chased my his niece, Stella, in the driveway, a huge smile on your face.

you had fallen asleep as soon as you got home, and Chris had went on a mission to wrap all of your presents. he'd thrown the Barbies in the box with the house that he had just assembled. he knew that as soon as you unwrapped it tomorrow morning, you'd want to play with it, so he decided to save some time tomorrow, and preassemble it.

he pushed the box near the tree, and stood up. he smiled at the presents under the tree, the red ones for you, the blue ones for him, before walking up the stairs and joining you in bed.

Chris woke up before you the next morning, and smiled lovingly as he watched you wake up, curling into him sleepily. you groaned and whimpered, burying your head in his neck.

"awww, poor bubba." he whispered, pressing soft kisses to your neck as you slowly woke up. "you gotta wake up," he coaxed. "its Christmas." he said, and you flipped you head to look at the window still cocooned in his warmth. "wanna go open your presents?" he asked, and cooed when he saw your eyes light up, looking at the small Christmas tree in the corner.

"yeah, bubba. you've got some presents." he said, and you cracked a smile. the two of you got out of bed, and got dressed, before heading down the stairs, your hand squeezing Chris's as the big Christmas tree came into view. "you see that big red box?" he asked, and you nodded. "that's for you." he said, and laughed when you crashed your body into his, crying in happiness.

"you wanna open it?" he asked, and you nodded, bouncing slightly. "okay. c'mon then." he said, and led you down the stairs. you dropped to you knees in front of the big box, and after one more reassuring smile from Chris who was holding his phone and recording, you began to rip the wrapping paper. you gasped, more tears pouring down your face as you saw what he had gotten you.

he ahd gotten you a Barbie DreamHouse. you had always wanted one of these as a little girl, but you never could because of how often you were relocated, only being able to bring a few bags. you sniffled, and looked up at Chris, who had joined you on the floor, his phone propped up against the lamp, still recording.

"open the box, sweetie." he said, and you did, gasping. you pulled out the collection of barbies, and sat back on your heels, your whole body shaking as tears poured down your face.

"oh, bubba." Chris said, and lifted you into his lap, letting you cry out your happiness.

it was a few hours later, and Chris was busy making dinner. he glanced up from where he was cutting up some carrots for dinner, and his heart swelled when he saw you on the living room floor. you were sat in front of the doll house, playing with your barbies.

he watched for a moment as you sat up on your knees. you put one of the barbies into the elevator, and twisted the dial on the side, making them go up. you giggled slightly, and continued to play.

Chris chewed on his lip, and put the knife down. he picked up his phone, and end opened safari, typing in the Disney World website, and clicking 'book your vacation.'

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𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐞 𝐰𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 (𝐦𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐞 𝐈 𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡)

✰ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Anthony Mackie x actress!Reader, brief one-sided Jake Gyllenhaal x Reader

✰ 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: sometimes all it takes is a gaslighter to start a fire.

✰ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: SMUT, 18+ ONLY, jealousy, feelings, making out, riding, rough!Anthony, but very briefly, Jake Gyllenhaal, references to All Too Well, gaslighting.

✰ 𝐚/𝐧: thank you for reading and i hope you enjoy!

his hands ran along your back, his lips trailing over your jaw, and making their way down your neck. he grunted, feeling your walls flutter and squeeze around him as you rode him.

you whimpered, his teeth sinking into the skin above your collarbone, his cock repeatedly hitting that sweet spot inside of you.

it had been 6 months of shameless flirting from both you and Anthony. 6 months of stolen glances, small moments between your characters that you let yourself believe - even for just a moment - that it was real. that Anthony felt the same about you as you did him.

it had all came to a head when you were at a party last week.

Tom Holland had invited you and Anthony to his birthday party, and the two of you went together, but eventually split up to go and talk to people that you knew. you were sitting at the bar, chatting to Tessa Thompson, when you were approached by none other than Jake Gyllenhaal. you rolled your eyes as he approached, but engaged in a friendly conversation. you knew what kind of person he was, and you had 0 plans to actually start a friendship with him, but you didn’t notice Anthony, standing off to the side, observing, you had your back to him, which meant that all Anthony could see was the smile and flirty look in Jakes eyes, which angered him.

he had just come to ask you if you wanted to dance, and he was finally going to confess his feelings. you two had less than a month of filming left, and Anthony wanted to be able to spend some time with you, on set, before not seeing you for who knows how long. he knew that even if his feelings back fired, you’d still want to be his friend, so what did he have to lose?

but, it seemed you weren’t interested in the slightest, with left him with a weird taste in his mouth, one that he recognized well, and that had been the deciding factor in his last breakup, jealousy.

you were his. his, and his only. his to make laugh, smile, and feel good. his to hold, his to kiss, his to taste. not anyone else’s, his.

he watched as Jake leaned in closer to you, and seemingly cracked a joke. Anthony immediately turned, not wanting to see your reaction, and immediately stormed out of the party.

that’s when he began to avoid you. when the camera was rolling, he was his normal self with you, joking around in between shots, but as soon as the scene was finished, he went back to avoiding you. he would make excuses to not be around you alone, and walk away from you if you approached him.

you were growing tired of it, and just wanted the truth, but you couldn’t get close enough to him to get an answer. you’d asked your costars what the issue was, but they didn’t know either, because to them, he was acting normal.

you finally saw your chance on the last day of filming for the week. Anthony had once again walked away from you after your big kissing scene, and this time, you followed him. you cornered him in your trailer, and demanded an answer.

“why are you avoiding me?” you asked, and he crossed his arms, staring you down.

“i’m not. i’m standing here, talking to you, aren’t i?”

you put your hands on your hips, and gave him a glare that had him going weak in the knees. “ever since Tom’s party, you’ve been weird around me. the only time you’re ‘normal’ is when we’re filming, but i know its just because there’s cameras around. what is going on?” you asked, and Anthony shook his head. he turned around, opened one of the cabinets, and began to empty it out.

“anthony?” you asked again, but he ignored you. you walked up to him, and grabbed his upper arm with the intention of getting him to face you, but it had the opposite effect than you were hoping. his other arm grabbed you, and backed you up against the opposite wall rather roughly, his face inches from yours, his hot breath brushing against your lips.

“y’wanna know why i was ignoring you?” he demanded, searching your eyes. you nodded weakly, eyes wide and nervous. “i was ignoring you because i’m fuckin’ in love with you.” he said, and your breath caught in your throat as you took in his admission.

“w-what?” you asked in disbelief, and a smile broke out on your face, and butterflies swarmed in your belly. “you’re in love with me?” you asked, and he nodded sadly. he released you from the wall, but you pulled him back to you. your free hand came up to cradle his jaw, and after one more glance at his face, you leaned in.

as soon as his lips met yours, you let out a moan, and his hands gripped your hips. he pressed his body against yours, his tongue pushing against your own, sending shivers down your spine, and a moan flying from your mouth. he pulled away from you briefly, and rested his forehead against your own.

“tell me you want this.” he breathed, his chocolate brown eyes searching yours for any sign of hesitation, but he found none. you nodded. he grabbed your waist, and walked the two of you backwards. he sat down on the couch, and pulled you onto his lap.

he reattached his lips to yours, his tongue slipping back into your mouth. his hands moved from your hip to your bum, squeezing the cheeks tightly before slipping them up your stomach, over your breasts, and latching onto the zipper of your stealth suit.

Anthony tugged on the zipper, and pulled it down. he broke the kiss, and looked down to watch your breasts spill out of your costume, and bounce slightly, gravity pulling them down. he released a shaky breath, and took one of the nipples into his mouth.

you cried out, feeling a gush of wetness soak your thighs, grinding down your aching centre against the bulge in his pants. Anthony’s mouth left yours, kissing the side of our mouth as he pushed the costume over your shoulders , the fabric rippling as it fell off of your body. he pushed it over your knees.

your hand rubbed over the bulge in his pants, your hips rutting against nothing as you craved him inside of you. he smirked at your neediness, and undid his pants, pushing them and his underwear down just enough to be able to fish his hard and leaking cock out.

you whimpered, thighs shaking and trying to press together at the sight of him. this prompted a dark chuckle to spill from Anthony’s lips as he slowly pumped himself, his eyes dark, taking you in.

“y’want this cock, baby girl?” he asked, and you nodded, eyes squeezed shut. he leaned back slightly, and ran the head of his cock through your folds. he rested it at your opening, and slowly slid in, letting you adjust to every single inch of him.

once your whimpers turned from pain to pleasure, he was gripping your hips, and working up to a fast pace. you cried out an “oh god, Anthony!” and he silenced you with his lips.

his hands ran along your back, his lips trailing over your jaw, and making their way down your neck. he grunted, feeling your walls flutter and squeeze around him as you rode him. you whimpered, his teeth sinking into the skin above your collarbone, his cock repeatedly hitting that sweet spot inside of you.

your hands fisted in the material at his shoulders, as the tension and pure pleasure built in your stomach. “wan’ed you like this,” he whispered. “wanted you here, riding me for so long, you have no idea, baby.”

your whole body convulsed as you grew closer to the edge. you heard Anthony’s breathing speed up, and you tightened your walls around him.

“fuck- baby!” he cried, leaning back against the couch, and gripping your hips, his eyes drifting down to where you were connected, his brows furrowing in concentration. his large thumb descended on your clit, and as soon as the skin of his thumb met the sensitive bundle of nerves, you were thrown over the edge, and you absolutely drenched him in your juices.

“oh god,” you groaned, feeling the intense pleasure rolling over you in waves. “A-Anthony…” you moaned, and your eyes met his as he grunted roughly, pressed himself all the way in, and you felt his warm cum splash against your walls, filling you up.

you fell against his chest as he made you ride out your orgasm and his, his hands running against your skin as he came down from his own high.

you ran your hands up his chest to his jaw, and stroked your thumb.

“‘m sorry i got so jealous.” he said, as he pressed a kiss to your wandering thumb. “i just didn’t want to lose you o Jake fucking Gyllenhaal.” he said, and you laughed.

“nah, that would never happen. he barely showers and he’s a gaslighter. i don’t have enough energy for that anymore.”

Anthony chuckled. “anymore?”

you shrugged. “he should of hit me up when i was 20. maybe then i would have given him a chance.” you said, and smiled when Anthony busted into laughter, and pressed a kiss to your forehead.

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Heyoo, can I request fic little!reader x little! Bucky x daddy!steve where steve is angry and snapped to reader and reader become sad and scared and always hide behind bucky :( thankyou

𝐛𝐢𝐠 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐝𝐞

✰ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: daddy!Steve Rogers x little!Reader x little!Bucky Barnes

✰ 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: you get blamed for something Bucky did.

✰ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: DDLB, DDLG, fluff, angst, tears.

✰ 𝐚/𝐧: thank you for the request and i hope you enjoy!

you weren’t even doing anything wrong. it was Bucky. Bucky was the one who went into Daddy’s art supplies, not you, but you were still getting blamed for it.

Bucky had tried to stand up for you, but Daddy told him to be quiet, and he was sent to his room, while you were stuck there, getting yelled at for something that wasn't even your fault.

"how many times have i told you, y/n? you have your own art supplies in your playroom!" he began to shout, and you shot up from the seat and ran to find Bucky, tears and sobs escaping your mouth, as you heard Steve chasing after you, shouting that you needed to stop.

"Buck!" you shouted, coming barreling into the play room.

"wa's wrong, y/n/n?" he asked, abandoning his legos. his question was answered, however, when Steve came into the room, his face red and angry.

"little girl, get your butt back here, this instant." he said, and you shook your head. you moved to hide behind Bucky, and buried your face in his sweater.

"Dada, why you so mad?" Bucky asked.

"your sister got into my art supplies, and is now lying to me about it." he said, his hands resting on his hips.

"b-but-" Bucky said, desperate to defend you, but Steve cut him off.

"no, don't go making excuses for her."

"i not!"

"she's the one in trouble, not you-"

"Dada, i da one who did it!" Bucky shouted, and Steve shut his mouth immediately, the anger disappearing in an instant. "she wan'ed a colourin' page, and i thought dat you put dem in your office, so i went to wook! dey were under your art supp'ies so i just moved dem!" he explained and Steve sighed, running a hand over his face. "i sorry i forgot to put dem back, but don' blame y/n/n for it!" Bucky began to shout, his voice rising in volume.

Bucky turned around and wrapped you in his arms, letting you cry.

"baby girl, i'm so sorry." Steve said, trying to approach you, but you shrieked as he came closer, and Bucky jumped into protective mode.

"no, Dada!" Bucky said. "don' go near her! you upset her! i mad at you!"

"buddy, i just want to comfort her," Steve tried to explain, but Bucky shook his head.

"no! you make her cwy! i comfort her, you go 'way!" he insisted, and lifted you up into his arms. "c'mon, y/n/n, wet's go outside." he said, carrying you to the back door, leaving Steve standing in the playroom, unsure how to fix the mess he made with his two babies.

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𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐝!𝐁𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐦 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐬

i did these in exile and now im obsessed

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jamesbarnes one for each hand 👐🏻

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scarter what a sweetie pie!

rnatalia if you don't let me squeeze those rolls i will throttle you, james.

jamesbarnes delacroix, louisiana

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jamesbarnes visiting Uncle Sam in Delacroix means trying all the weird food combinations he enjoys. i can't stand them, but Willow seems to enjoy all the new flavours.

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sammythefalcon at least she'll grow up with a diverse pallete, mr 'i only eat hotdogs with mayo like a psychopath'

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jamesbarnes tried to get her to smile for the camera, but she was only interested in the lolly pop that her Uncle Tony was bribing her with

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tonystark someone has to give her sugar, you absolute heathen

jamesbarnes she's literally one

tonystark pfft, i was eating lolly pops at one, and i turned out fine.

jamesbarnes bold words for a man who hasn't finished the flying car his father promised

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jamesbarnes her happy place is the beach, but she is my happy place.

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peterparker 🎶 she's a runner she's a track star 🎶

jamesbarnes she keeps saying that our table is broken thanks to u

please keep in mind that in my Caterpillar In The Tree AU, the reader is Willow's adoptive mother, and Willow has blonde curly hair, and blue eyes, which is why i chose these photos. it is not to exclude anyone from reading, her mother and her are supposed to look different from the reader, especially in upcoming chapters. thank you.

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falcqnslibrary · 3 years

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not me planning another fic around exile but its much happier and its with andrew siwicki

#andrew siwicki #exile #taylor swift

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𝐞𝐱𝐢𝐥𝐞

☼ 𝔭𝔞𝔦𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰: ex husband!Henry Cavill x ex wife!Reader, Anthony Mackie x Reader, dad!Henry Cavill x ofc!daughter!Raya Cavill

☼ 𝔰𝔲𝔪𝔪𝔞𝔯𝔶: Henry can't handle the fact that you've moved on, despite it only being a few weeks since you filed for divorce.

☼ 𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔨𝔫𝔤𝔰: divorce, angst, fluff, mentions of pregnancy, therapy, coparenting.

☼ 𝔞/𝔫: thank you for reading and i hope you enjoy!

I can see you standing, honey With his arms around your body Laughin', but the joke's not funny at all And it took you five whole minutes To pack us up and leave me with it Holdin' all this love out here in the hall

Henry chewed on his lip as he looked down at his phone. normally he didnt go on instagram when he had Raya, but she was out playing with the neighbours kids, and he had been tagged in a post from The Sun.

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he set his phone down and sighed, running a large hand over his face. it had been 4 weeks. 4 weeks, and you had already moved on from him, from a marriage that Henry thought was going to last forever. evidently, he didn't mean as much to you as he thought he did.

he heard Raya come running back in and exclaimed that her grandparents were here, and Henry sighed, realizing he wouldn't have his daughter here tonight, and she was the best at keeping him level headed.

he pressed a kiss to her curly hair, and just like that, she was gone for a sleepover, leaving Henry alone once again.

a few hours later, drunk off of his favourite whiskey, he wandered back into the kitchen and grabbed his phone. tears began to pour down his face as his thumbs shook while typing out a text.

Henry dropped his phone back onto the counter and cursed, more tears pouring down his face. in an act of further self sabotage, he opened instagram once more, and typed in Anthony's username.

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Henry sighed, and hung his head, letting his phone screen go dark.

why was this happening?

he raked his fingers through his hair, and tried one desperate last attempt to somewhat salvage the pieces of his broken heart.

he sighed in relief, and dialled his personal therapists number to get some recommendations.

he smiled as Kal chased a bird outside. maybe the two of you would be okay.

he was wrong.

couples counselling wasn't working. the therapist suggested that you bring Anthony around for Henry to meet, and Henry hated every second of it. he had been nice to Anthony's face of course, but as soon as Anthony left after announcing he had to catch his flight, he was laying into him, and couldn't believe that you moved on so quickly.

after you'd laid right back into him, saying he was the one who wasn't willing to recognize when the two of you were having problems, and only suggested couples counselling when he thought he was going to lose you to someone else, and he was right.

you'd stormed out of the house that night, and had almost went back to the US, where you were filming the new season of Falcon and the Winter Soldier, but then you realized you had to wait a few more days. Raya still had a few days left with her father. as angry as you were with Henry, you weren't going to rob him of time with his only child.

in that time, he suggested that he schedule an emergency session with your therapist, and you agreed, if only to have a mediator when you told him that you were going through with the divorce.

you knew he was going to freak out, but what you didn't expect was for him to break down in tears, and beg, practically on his knees, for you to not leave him.

he had a hold on your hand, and was begging you through his sobs for you to give him one more chance. that if he was given one more chance, he would cherish you, and love you, just like he had promised when he said his vows.

you shook your head. you wanted desperately to give in, but you had your daughter to think about. your sweet, 11 year old little girl who was surprisingly mature for her age, and understood why her Mama and Daddy were getting divorced. she was upset, but she just hugged you, and let you cry your sadness out, saying "it's okay, Mama. i'm here for you."

"I can see you starin', honey." you said quietly. "like he's just your understudy. like you'd get your knuckles bloody for me."

Henry sniffled, rubbing his thumb back and forth. "because i would. i would do anything for you."

"but i gave you second, third and hundredth chances, balancing on breaking branches, but those eyes add insult to injury." you explained as you saw his baby blue eyes fill up with tears, over and over again. "i think i've seen this film before, and i didn't like the ending." you practically whispered, and Henry whipped his head to look at you. you were referring to your relationship before Henry, a relationship where you were mentally and physically abused on multiple occasions, and it took you three years before you could even be intimate with Henry.

"no." he said, a desperation present in his voice. "no. that isn't what this is."

"how do we know?" you asked, begging him to see the relationship the same way you do. "how do we know that one day you won't just snap? i'm not saying you will, but if we keep going, if we keep continuing this relationship, we will get there eventually, and we both know it."

Henry sobbed, his head dipping. "please don't do this."

you sniffled. "i'm not your problem anymore." you said, and seeing the hurt look on his face, you sighed. "so who am i offending now? you were my crown, now i'm in exile seeing you out." you said, throwing his own words back at him. "i think i've seen this film before. so i'm leaving out the side door." you said, and stood up. you withdrew your hand from his, and grabbed your purse. you smiled at the doctor, before walking out of the door.

you heard him coming after you, and you tried to ignore him, but stopped, and flipped around when he started shouting.

"so step right out! there is no amount of crying I can do for you! all this time we always walked a very thin line," he yelled, and you breathed deeply trying to control your anger. "you didn't even hear me out!"

"you didn't even hear me out!" you shouted right back.

"you never gave a warning sign!"

"i gave so many signs!" you resisted.

"i never learned to read your mind!" he shouted, more tears pouring down his cheeks. "i couldn't turn things around, 'cause you never gave a warning sign!"

"i gave so many signs!" you rebutted. "you didn't even see the signs." you said, quietly, and walked away from him for good.

you smiled at your new husband as he walked into the bathroom. you were standing, doing your hair.

"damn, i'm a lucky man," he said, as he saw you standing in front of the sink and mirror in just a baby pink lingerie set. he wrapped his arms around you. his hands came to rest around your waist, settling on your small bump.

"well, i have to look beautiful for my husbands premiere." you said, and Anthony chuckled, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

"that reminds me." he said, grabbing his phone from his pocket. "we should post about the baby before we go on the red carpet." he said. "here, pick a picture." he said, swiping through the photos of the pregnancy announcement the two of you had prepared a few days ago.

"hmmm," you said, resting your head against his chest. "i like the second one."

"second one it is." he said, and after adding a caption, he posted it on instagram, just as Raya came running in the room, asking Anthony to fix her braid.

Henry clicked on instagram, and smiled when Anthony's post came up. he passed the phone to Natalie, and she awed at the post.

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"that's adorable," she said, smiling as Henry liked it.

"it is." he said. he exited instagram, and pulled up his messages, sending you a quick text, and smiling when he got an answer.

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