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[mysticalrambling]

Melancholy is temporary

Harry x reader

Summary: Even during the bad moments Harry’s there to help.

Warnings: Slight angst.

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In the dark, he found you. He became the beacon of hope in the world full of despair.

You didn’t know the exact reason your anxiety had been triggered but it didn’t matter. It always crept at the most unexpected time. Maybe it’s a way for nature to restore balance.

After a good day filled with laughter and joy, came the soul crushing anxiety and self doubt.

Harry watched from his position on the couch as you breezed through the apartment and directly went into their room. No words exchanged. No smiles passed. He knows that you can have your moments and doesn’t question them either.

A person sometimes just requires a silent companion to quieten the chaos going on in one’s mind. People say talking is the solution to everything. But you disagree. Sometimes, silence speaks louder than words.

Silently, he enters the room and goes to untie your knee high boots. He knows not to ask questions. You were out with your friends when the sudden loneliness hit you. It wasn’t them. It was never them. But you couldn’t control your emotions.

“Did someone say anythin’?”

“No.”

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“No.”

The one word responses is all he is going to get out of you today. Pulling a pillow over your head, you try to muffle the voices. Years of pleasing others and suppressing your own thoughts has led to this. You are trying to work on it but it is hard. Being a people pleaser is all you have known so it isn’t easy to abandon it. You actively work on it but it shines through at the most unexpected times. People think you are not a push over but they don’t know the real you. The real you would do anything to get someone’s approval.

Removing the pillow, he slowly pulls you into his arms. “It’s going to be alright. I’m here. We’ll work on it together.”

“Save me.”

“Tomorrow will be better, my darlin’. Just sleep.” A lingering kiss on the top of your forehead is all the reassurance you needed at the moment.

As the drowsiness pulled you in, you knew one thing. One day you will stop appeasing people. Those moments are very few in between now and one day they will be completely gone. Compromise is one thing but letting someone dictate you is another. You have Harry.

He will help you.

[ambiguousanalysts]

"It's like cow's opinion. It just doesn't matter. It's moo"

-Joey Tribbiani, Friends

[woolferamblings]

“Seven half-bloods shall answer the call,

To storm or fire the world must fall.

An oath to keep with a final breath,

And foes bear arms to the Doors of Death.”

~The Blood of Olympus~

[mysticalrambling]

Familial Bliss (H.S)

My Main Masterlist is here.

Harry Styles Masterlist is here.

Summary: Y/N surprising Harry on his concert with their baby.

Warnings: none :)

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Thinking of surprising your husband on his tour, you decided to take your little munchkin with you to his LA concert this time. Normally, you would never do anything like this because you both didn’t want Phoebe to be showcased all over the TMZ articles. 

The phone beside you kept popping up with texts but your focus was currently on the two-year-old. Phoebe, who has recently been keen on making posters and family pictures, is currently sitting next to you and trying to make her version of a fan poster.

You come to help her after her mini tantrum of not getting it right. She is a perfectionist like her beloved father. Gently guiding her hands on the paper, you quickly completed the writing part of the poster. Phoebe then comes up with an idea to fill the blank sides with her colored handprints. Soon, the whole poster appears as a unicorn thrown upon it. Some of the letters might have even been caught in the chaos. 

Soon, the time to leave for the stadium came so you made sure to double-check all your things. The trickiest part was to get into the stadium without the fans spotting you or Phoebe. However, Jeff always came through and you made it at the exact moment Harry was about to step on the stage. 

Instead of going backstage to wish him good luck, you made your way to the VIP section in the pit. Phoebe had her noise-canceling headphones placed the moment you entered the stadium. Safety always came first. You were excited to see your husband’s reaction because this was the first time your daughter was coming to one of his concerts.

“Hey, New York! ‘m Harry and I think y’all are here to listen to m’songs.” The smugness in his voice couldn’t be hidden but the crowd didn’t seem to mind. 

Little hands shifted your line of vision towards herself. Looks like she can't share your attention with anyone. After all, she is her father's daughter.

The crowd went wild the moment the ‘Golden’ tune came alive. Phoebe stared out in wonder towards the expanse of the crowd cheering for her father. She has never seen so many people together in her life. The moment Harry’s figure came into view, you tilted your daughter’s head towards the stage. 

“Look, there's daddy!!” You hoped that she could make sense of your words a little bit because you didn’t want her to miss Harry’s entrance.

He didn’t notice right away but when his eyes landed on you both, a mixture of surprise and excitement passed through them. Phoebe gave her father a toothy smile and you are glad that Jeff is recording the whole encounter. 

“Looks like we have a special guest with us tonight, ladies and gentlemen.” You came into focus on the big screen behind him and the crowd is instantly in awe of the little girl in your arms.  Waving at her father, she lay her head on your shoulders. “Alright, you are here for me so all attention should be on me.”

“Ever the narcissist.” You are quite sure that Harry can read your lips because a crooked smirk appeared on his lips. 

Harry starts the concert instantly after your little family interaction. You started to lightly dance to TPWK. However, you couldn’t do the whole routine like always because you couldn’t let Phoebe down. Sure, there were not a lot of people in the VIP section but you didn’t want to risk it. The smile didn’t leave your daughter’s lips for one second and you were glad that you thought of this surprise. 

There was an extra hip in his step today because he wanted to show off in front of his little love. He has been secretly wishing to take Phoebe to one of his concerts for a long time. You have been hesitant regarding this in the past but now it didn't matter. He spends extra time giving attention to the two of you throughout the concert and your daughter is enjoying every little bit.

“This song was written for m’little dove.”

“She knows the routine better than me. But she’s forgiven because of her cuteness.”

“Y'all, don't be jealous but m’daughter is my biggest fan.” 

Soon, Phoebe fell asleep due to exhaustion and excitement. Your daughter could sleep anywhere anytime; It is a trait you and her share. You held her in your arms because only the last song was remaining. You really didn’t want to miss the ‘whale’. 

“I need y’all to be a li’l quiet because m’princess is taking a nap. Guess she finds her dad born’.”

“Boohoo!” The whole crowd was really eating the small interactions between Harry and his family. It was extremely rare to get a glimpse of the rockstar’s private life. 

“Now now, we don’t ‘boohoo’ m’angel. Her sleep is more important than m’concert.” Looking at the crowd, he playfully shrugged his shoulders. “Those are just the facts.” You laughed along the fans at his mischievousness and brought Phoebe closer to yourself. 

The moment the concert ended, you made your way backstage to meet up with your husband. After giving you a kiss, he took Phoebe from your arms.

“H, I think I should carry her. You must be tired right now.”

“It’s okay, baby. I missed her so much. Thank y’ for the surprise, I loved it.”

“Anything for you, H.”

"Now let's get her t'bed so I can properly thank you."

"Shh, someone might hear you."

"So wha', this baby in my arms is a living proof that we did it." A laugh escaped his lips after seeing you blush on his crude innuendos. "Let's go home, baby."

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A/N: I have been giving my pre med entry test for the past two months and I have finally gotten around to opening my blog. I know I haven't been the most active but I had to focus on my studies. Now that they are out of the way and I'm about to be done with my uni applications, I finally will be able to focus more on my writing. Thank you for waiting for me guys, I love you. Special thanks to @peculiarpenman for helping me out with life in general; be it writing or my daily mental breakdowns. @pettinesspersonified I hope you like this because you are a part of my writing journey as well. Thank you both❤️🧡

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[mysticalrambling]

My Person (C.E)

My Main Masterlist is here.

Chris Evans Masterlist is here.

Summary: Chris doesn't win the Oscar and you are there to comfort him.

Warnings: slight angst and comfort.

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“And the winner for the Best Actor goes to Chris… Hemsworth.” You know that you and Chris will have to keep appearances in front of the camera right now. Everyone seems to be focusing more on you and your husband than the winner. Squeezing his hand under the table, you try to plaster on a smile.

The rest of the ceremony seem to have passed in a blur as you could see slight tears welling in your husband’s eyes. His hopes and dreams were let down yet again. After the ceremony, came the food and Chris mindlessly pushed the food around in his plate. You know that he hasn’t eaten anything since morning due to server but you just kept quiet. Now was neither the place nor the time.  Although, Chris did not eat a single thing the whole event, he really did not hold back on the alcohol. 

“Chris, I think you should stop now.” You murmur in his ear after he tells the waiter to bring another whiskey sour. 

“Why, Y/N? It’s a celebration and we should all fucking celebrate.” The slight edge in his voice lets you know to not push the matter any further so you try a different approach. 

“Come on, let’s go home. The ceremony is about to end as it is.”

Bitterly agreeing with you, he stands up and buttons his coat. “Shouldn’t have come to this waste of an event anyway.”

After saying proper goodbyes to your friends and colleagues, you make your way to the car where Chris is aggressively scrolling through his phone. Thank god, you both had decided on a chauffeur prior to the oscars because you don’t think either of you could have driven.

Your breaths seem to be the only source of sound in the car so you try to diffuse the tension. “Babe-“

“Don’t, Y/N. I’m not in the mood.” He carelessly throws his iPhone on the middle seat, running his fingers through the neatly gelled hair. 

The anger seems to follow him all the way to the house but you don’t say anything. “I’ll be upstairs. Once you’ve calmed down, we can talk about this baby.”

“Y/N, I ju- this is su-“ He wasn’t able to complete the sentence before a slight sob came out of him. 

“Oh, darling. I’m here. Talk t’me.” Slightly maneuvering him towards the couch, you sit right next to him. Instead of sitting down, he places his head on your lap and curls into your stomach. You let him stay like that as you lightly ran your hands through his air.

“I know this shouldn’t be a big deal because other awards will come. But I can’t shake off the disappointment like other times. I work hard for all my movies and I really thought that I will get acknowledged for it. You haven’t seen twitter or instagram, all of my fans are so sad. I let them down and I don’t think I can do this anymore. (Y/N), I can’t do this anymore. I can’t, I can’t, I can-“

“Calm down, baby. Don’t get yourself worked up.”

Snuggling into you a little bit more, he curls himself into a little ball. Your heart breaks a little after seeing him like this, so uncertain and unhappy. You know that he has a lot of responsibilities on his shoulders, be it a good actor, a good son or a good husband. Of course, it gets overwhelming sometimes and you feel slightly helpless in these situations. You want to be there for him but you don’t want to invalidate his feelings. 

“Chris, listen to me. I know you’re feeling lonely and lost right now. But it is going to be alright. There are ups and downs in our lives and I’m sure there is something great for you around the corner. There are some failures along the way but it just makes our victory all the more sweeter.” He looks at you through his lashes and silently waits for you to continue. “You have to take it one day at a time and I know you will get everything you desire. Babe, you know your worth and so do I. Don’t doubt yourself for one second. I’m your person and I will always be here for you. Talk to me whenever you want. I love you.”

“I love you too. Thank you, babe. I just want to sleep and forget about today.” Kissing you on the forehead, he silently thanks God for you. 

“We can do that, babes. Let’s just lay down.” Laying down on the couch, you snuggle into him and wait for this day to be over. 

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A/N: There's a special message in this blurb for someone very close to my heart:) Anyways, I hope you all enjoy it and let me know what you think.

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[mysticalrambling]

Dance with Me? (C.E)

My Main Masterlist is here.

Chris Evans Masterlist is here.

Summary: a song can be associated with many memories...

Warnings: none.

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Seldom, do you and Chris ever throw a party. You both love your friends, yes but with all sincerity, the pair of you prefer to much rather sit at home, cuddle, watch a couple of sappy romance films; just enjoy a mundane intimate night. However, you both are actors and with that, comes the responsibility of maintaining your social lives. 

Planning a party is dreadful and still to this day, one of the reasons you try to delay doing things like this to the last minute possible. 

“Darling, you look great,” near the entryway, he keeps his gaze trained on you as you keep fumbling with the back of your dress.

“As if. I can’t get this stupid dress to knot. My hair is all kinds of frizzy today and my makeup looks horrendous.” A scoff makes its way past your lips the moment you finished your little rant.

“Say whatever you want; I’m standing by my statement.”

“You and your politically correct statements.” 

He knows that you don’t exactly approve of his recent endeavors so he tries to steer clear of the conversation. “Darling, you don’t see what I see.”

“What? An insufferable mess?”

“No, the prettiest woman alive.”

“Nice save, dumbass.”

Walking towards her, he speaks in a playful tone. “We still on that nickname?”

“Yes, for all eternity. I addressed you as dumbass in my vows so it’s legally my obligation.”

Crowding you up from the back, he gently takes a hold of the silk belt hanging loose by your sides and tugs you backwards flat against his chest. Teasingly, you glare at him through the mirror but he doesn’t really seem to care. Tying it in a perfect knot, he places a kiss on your shoulder and murmurs with affection lacing his voice, “Can’t wait to take you out of this dress.”

“How romantic.”

“It’s the best way to express m’love.”

“Sure, dumbass. Go downstairs and entertain the guests, just have to make some improvements.”

“See you on the other side.”

As he starts to walk out, you call after him with a hint of sarcasm dripping from your tone, “Stop being such an actor.”

“Too far gone, can’t stop now, darling.”

You can’t help but laugh as he leaves. 

Some people are very punctual because the moment the clock struck eight, a stream of cars came pouring into your driveway, one after the other. Chris didn’t want to rush you because you have been pretty stressed out lately. Your new upcoming project might have been a source of it so Chris was trying to give you space. 

“Any new projects you working on, Evans?” Pulling him out of his thoughts Robert came to stand right next to him. 

“You’ll get to know with the rest of the world.”

“You seriously think your fans don’t know that you’re starring in the Gray Man?”

Mouth a gape, he couldn’t formulate a proper sentence without stuttering. Sometimes, he truly did forget his fan base’s crazy devotion to him. Thank God, you weren’t here because you would’ve never let him live it down. 

The small group formulating around him subtly shifted their attention to the stairs and Chris didn’t have to turn around to guess who had captured their attention. 

“Can I have this dance?” Turning around to face you, he let a smile grace his lips. After your first party together where you asked him for a first dance, it has been like this ever since. You like to recreate moments; be it your first date or your first dance. 

“Of course, m’lady.”

Swaying to the beat of the song, he soon came to a realization that it is the same song you both danced to the first time. A loud laugh escapes him when he realizes that you are behind this. 

“You really are something else, babe.”

“And you love me for it.” Lips close to his ear, she lightly whispers to him. 

What would I do without your smart mouth?

Drawing me in and you kicking me out

You've got my head spinning, no kidding

I can't pin you down

What's going on in that beautiful mind

I'm on your magical mystery ride

And I'm so dizzy, don't know what hit me

But I'll be alright

“You’re so cheesy.” 

“What? I just really like the song.” Dipping you in his arms, he brings you a little bit more closer than you would deem appropriate for a public setting. Oh, but who are you to complain. “Boy, you really are not good at this whole dancing thing.”

“Excuse me, mister? I’m not the one with two left feet.”

“If I ask any other girl to dance with me here, they won’t constantly be stepping on my feet.”

“What makes you think any girl would like to dance with you, old man?” 

He speaks after bringing you back in his arms, “Babe, everyone wants me. Now hush, my favorite part is coming.”

'Cause all of me

Loves all of you

Love your curves and all your edges

All your perfect imperfections

Give your all to me

I'll give my all to you

You're my end and my beginning

Even when I lose I'm winning

You know that you shouldn’t be tearing up at these words but it is a reminder of all the good moments with your husband. Your first kiss, your first date, your wedding and now your first baby.

“I’m pregnant.”

“Wha- What?” 

“Don’t stop dancing, Chris. We don’t want everyone to know.”

After getting his bearing back, he whispers softly, “I’m so lucky to have you and our life is perfect.”

“I wouldn’t change anything about it.”

“Nothing, baby.” A gentle kiss at the end of the song sealed the promise of forever between you both. “Perfect time, I guess.”

“Perfect time.”

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A/N: There was a note from editor that I think I should keep to myself for now💀 @peculiarpenman. Hope you all enjoy this because it has been sitting in my drafts for too long😊

P.S. poster credits: @peculiarpenman

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[mysticalrambling]

Kitchen Disasters (H.S)

The following fan fiction is based on this idea. I hope you like it because I definitely had fun writing this.

My Main Masterlist is here.

Harry Styles Masterlist is here.

Summary: Harry’s attempt at making Mother’s Day lunch.

Warnings: mentions of food and swearing.

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What is he thinking? He can’t cook to save his life. Sure, he knew how to bake when he was a mere sixteen year old but now he simply can’t. Admittedly, you are the cook in this relationship.

‘Come on, man, you’ve got this. Get it together.’

With the mantra repeating in his mind, he gets to work. Thank god, you weren’t awake to see the disaster that was about to ensue. You would’ve had his head served on the platter instead of the steak.

Harry wasn’t here for mother’s day because he had to fly out to Italy for some dress rehearsals with Allesandro and Harry Lambert for his upcoming public appearances. You wanted to go with him but having a six month old toddler and a four your old pre schooler wasn’t exactly an ideal traveling situation. Handing Harry the children the moment he came back, you trotted off to your bedroom for some much needed sleep. If you knew having two kids would’ve been this stressful, you wouldn’t have allowed Harry within a six mile radius of you. Oh, who were you kidding, its Harry Styles. No one can resist that narcissist’s charm.

“Where’s the bloody pan? Y’shouldn’t have bought a damn mansion. Who needs one anyway?” Clattering of the silver is possibly echoing throughout the kitchen but he cannot bring himself to care. Harry’s main concern is finding the right utensils for his venture. You were going to get a steak, no matter what. You deserved a nice lunch for taking care of your children alone when it was both of yours’ responsibility.

The cabinets are thoughtfully organized because let’s admit it, you are a bit of a control freak. Rummaging through them really makes a mess but he is nothing if not a man on a mission. Once he finds the right cabinet, he jumps, forgetting he is six feet tall in all the excitement.

‘Ow! (Y/N) always told y’to close the cabinets. Y’should listen to her but please god, don’t let her notice this bruise. She’ll be t’smug.’

Taking out the frosted meat from the freezer, he dumps it right into the frying pan. The meat is already defrosting a little bit so he figures it shouldn’t be a problem.

‘Hmm, should I use the sauce pan instead, don’t want the oil t’spill.’

The transfer proves a little difficult when the steaks keep slipping out of the tongs and onto the marble tops.

‘These bloody steaks need a spankin’, I swear.’

The olive oil is thankfully right besides the stove so he didn’t have to go on another wild hunt. After spraying a generous amount into the sauce pan, he has one more task to achieve: turning the stove on.

Tick, tick

Tick, tick

Tick, tick

“Daddy, y’need to use the gun.”

“Huh, wha’?” There at the entryway, stands your mini replica with a slight frown on her face. The folded arms, the foot tapping, and the glare hauntingly reminds Harry of his wife. Maybe it would’ve been better if you had busted him. Atlas was a stickler for rules and cleanliness even at the mere age of four which is not exactly an ideal thing for the beloved rockstar. You aren’t the only woman that bosses him around the house. From the moment Atlas learnt to walk, she was already organizing her stuffed animals and having proper tea parties with her parents. She wasn’t the one to mess around with and now, right in this moment, she is definitely pissed off at the sight of the messy kitchen with the open cabinets and the cutlery haphazardly thrown on the floor.

“Y’gotta light it up, daddy.”

“But it’s electrical, pet.”

“Mummy lights it up w’this.” Handing him a gas lighter, she stares him right in the eyes with an annoyed glare.

“Th- Thank y’darling. Guess it’s not electrical, then.” He knew he wasn’t helping his case but he was breaking under her intense gaze. In the trials of parenthood, he has found nothing to be scarier than the glare of his four year old .

“Daddy, Arty threw her binky at me and woke m’up.”

Sighing, he turns the stove on and starts taking milk out of the refrigerator. He just knows that Artemis is going to be in one of her moods and that the nap hasn’t worked. Now, he has two cranky babies instead of one. Just great.

“Y’want a pouch, baby?”

The chubby finger came onto her chin because this was such a big decision. Well, it was a big decision for a four year old. “Applesauce, please.”

“Thank yeh for using your manners, darling.”

Atlas moves towards the living room with the pouch tucked between her puffy lips. Walking towards Atlas’s room, he was glad that he had put pillows around the bed for both of them because Artemis was rolling towards the corner. She has been mobile from the past one month and it has been one hell of an experience. Every single day, she tries to find new ways to escape her crib and injure herself in the process.

“Come on, li’l monkey. I bet you’re hungry.”

“Dadda! Dadda!” The feeling that comes with this one word has never gotten old and for this, Harry has only one person to thank: you.

“Yeah, ‘m your daddy. Come on, let’s get y’fed up.” Softly gazing at her as she peacefully sucks on her bottle, Harry thinks back to the first time he met you. A journalist running into him during the Grammy Awards. Harry has never been glad that his thousand dollar suit was ruined because he met you through that incident. You are still as feisty and ferocious as you were back then. Really keeping the relationship alive.

Seeing his little creation flapping her feet around and fervently sucking on the bottle, he starts his one sided conversation.

“It’s just tha’ yummy, li’l monkey.”

“I understand, I’ve tasted it as well.”

“Your mummy’s amazin’, isn’t she?”

“Love m’three girls so much.”

Time flies by when he is with her because she is a perfect mixture of both you and him. This little girl came into the world very early and there was a heavy chance that she might not have survived. However, she fought her way through this world and here she is, safe in his arms. To imagine a life without one of his girls is more painful than a knife stabbing at his heart.

“Daddy, somethin’ is burning.”

“What are y’talking about?”

“The smell, daddy.” Sometimes it really felt like she was the parent in this dynamic.

“Oh shit!”

“No cursing, daddy!” Correction: she is the parent in this relationship.

“Sorry, pet. Let’s go downstairs and see if mama’s lunch is alrigh’.”

Harry should be thankful that Atlas is listening to him today because she does not move from her seat while he tends to the charred meat. Artemis keeps looking at her father with curious eyes as he runs around the kitchen to find a cloth. He doesn’t want the fire alarm to go off and wake you up.

“Daddy, whatcha lookin’ for?”

“A cloth, baby.”

“Why?”

“For t’alarm.”

“Y’can open the window.” Halting in his steps, he does not acknowledge her statement and just goes to open the window above the sink. No need to give her the satisfaction.

’This meat can be salvaged. She’d just ‘ave to chew a li’l bit more.’

Next come the mashed potatoes because no one likes to serve steak without them. The only problem is that he didn’t know where the potato peeler is so he has to use the knife. Towards the end, there are not many potatoes left to boil. But they have to do because he is running out of time. Soon, the potatoes are boiled and Harry gets to working on them.

‘The potatoes shouldn’t be stained. Did (Y/N) use water in the mashed potatoes? I think she did. They’ll be t’dry without it.’

A whole stick of butter is thrown into the pot along with five tea spoons of salt. The pepper, on the other hand, is a totally different case. The container does not budge and he knows his trainer would have his ass if he could see the struggle right now.

The cap twists unexpectedly and the powder directly flies into his eyes. “My eyes! Oh, m’eyes!”

Running to the sink, he tries to open the faucet but he can’t open his eyes to see a damn thing. After several tries, the water starts coming but it doesn’t really help matters.

“Daddy, I don’t think y’should cook.”

“Thanks, pet.” He knows that a four year old doesn’t understand sarcasm but he can’t help himself.

When it doesn’t seem like his eyes will melt, he goes towards the stove and slowly starts working on the mashed potatoes. Safe to say, he is afraid of another disaster.

Hot potato, hot potato

Hot potato, hot potato

Hot potato, hot potato

Potato, potato, potato

“That’s our song, daddy!”

“Oh, that’s where I heard it.”

“Daddy, dance?” A small tradition between the duo is to dance on the Wiggles’ song. It has been there since she took her first steps and Harry silently hopes that it will never go away.

“Always, baby.”

Cold spaghetti, cold spaghetti

Cold spaghetti, cold spaghetti

Cold spaghetti, cold spaghetti

spaghetti, spaghetti, spaghetti

Spinning around the kitchen, he can’t help but look at his daughter with utter love and devotion. She is his second love after you and she made him a father. The feeling of holding a bundled up baby for the first time was an experience he still cannot put into words.

Whooo, wiggy wiggy wiggy

Whooo, wiggy wiggy wiggy

“Arty, y’can do this with dadda until y’start walking. You better do, pet.”

“I don’t think she cares, daddy.” Again, she is right. Artemis appears to be more interested in fitting her whole fist in her mouth rather than looking at them.

When he is finally done with cooking, he doesn’t want to focus on the fact that the mashed potatoes are still looking a little slimy. He will just call them his special dish. Everyone has their own unique dish. Taking the tray in his hand, he walks upstairs with Atlas hot on his tail.

I'm on the roof

You're in your airplane seat

I was nose bleeding

Looking for life, out there

Reading your horoscope

You were just doing cocaine

In my kitchen, you never listen

I hope you're missing me by now

He has been singing his songs for a very long time in the house so Artemis isn’t even phased by it. The moment he opens the door, he sees you leaning on the headboard with your phone in your hand.

“I was about to come down-“ You were cut off by your husband’s singing and you weren’t going to complain. A free Harry Styles concert? Who would say no to that?

If I was a bluebird

I would fly to you

You'd be the spoon

Dip you in honey

So I could be sticking to you

The small shimmy that he does from your door to the bed tempts you to make a video of him. He looked so good in his simple grey joggers with tattoos on display and slightly tousled hair. An epitome of beauty, if someone asks you.

“Hi, baby. What’s all this?”

“Just to show a li’l appreciation for my baby mama.”

“H, what is this?” Looking at the tray, you can’t help but wonder if the food is actually edible.

“This is food tha’ I prepared with m’sweat and blood.”

“Thank you, baby but this doesn’t exactly look edible.”

“Y’have to try it.”

When Atlas comes sits beside you, you realise that your other daughter isn’t anywhere to be seen.

“Harry, where’s Arty?”

A realisation dawns upon him and he exclaims sheepishly, “Oh, that’s wha’ I was forgetting. Be back in a jiff.”

“Till then I’m going to try this out.” A sense of dread fills your stomach as soon as you cut into the steak. It didn’t look well done but you thought that it’ll be okay as you liked it medium-rare anyways.

“This is definitely raw.” Spitting the meat out in to the napkin, you tried to wash the taste down with water.

“Here’s the bub.” Artemis didn’t look up as she was too invested in biting onto his shoulder with the single new tooth that had made its appearance known a few days back. Excitement seeping through his voice, he asked “How’s t’steak?”

“Are you trying to give me salmonella?”

“Darlin’, isn’t that a fish?”

“Harry, it’s a disease.”

“Oh.”

“Please never help our kids with homework.”

Dramatically, he places his hand on his chest in mock offence. Although, he isn’t ashamed to admit that you are the smart one out of you two.

“Try out t’mashed potatoes. They are m’own recipe.”

Looking at him with a silent wonderment, you voiced out your question, “Isn’t there just one recipe for mashed potatoes?”

“Oh hush.” Taking the spoon from your hand, he feeds you a mouthful.

“Harry, it’s too salty!”

“But-“

Cutting him off, she put the tray aside, she pulls him closer, “Don’t fret about the food. Thank you so much for doing this, baby. I love you.”

“I love you too. Let’s go out today and m’mum can take the bubs today.”

“Then maybe when we come home, you can show me your real appreciation.”

“Y’got yourself a deal.”

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A/N: So I have been working on this for a couple of days and @peculiarpenman and @pettinesspersonified have been helping me with it. A big thank you to both of them because they are the ones who do most of the work. I have been currently obsessed with Harry’s album so I added one of my favorite songs into this piece. Hope you guys love it!! Do let me know. Love y’all!!

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Broken Promises Part 4

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

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Summary: Unexpected, (Y/N) gets into a car accident and amidst the devastation, Harry finds himself regretting his final words to you.

Warnings: angst

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Thinking about a life without you was earth shattering for Harry and now, with the separation, he simply didn’t know what to do with himself. He couldn’t think of a time in his life when you weren’t a part of it. Well, he could think about it but the thought was merely depressing and lonely. Before you, he never looked forward to holidays or birthdays but you changed everything. You were the sunshine in his dull life and even after the divorce, you didn’t abandon him. Harry was still invited to most of the celebrations because you still considered him family.

He would always be a part of your family.

But now, here you were, on the brink of death and he was sitting out here in an uncomfortable, plastic chair while tightly holding onto Sophia. All he could do really. Thankfully, Harry was still your emergency contact so the hospital called him as soon as you were brought in. You were an only child and your mother lived in Paris so Harry was the closest person to family you had in London. It seemed like a plausible idea and let’s admit it, you didn’t have the heart to change it.

“Mumma?” Looking down at his little creation, he couldn’t think of anything to say to her because he himself hadn’t truly caught up with the current situation just yet. No one was here so Harry was the only one to soothe her and answer all her innocent questions.

“Mumma’s goin’ to be here with us soon. Y’need to sleep, pet.”

“Booboo?” Sophia kept looking around the white, sterile walls and thought that it was her father who might have needed some medical assistance. She knew the hospital was a place where people went when they were hurt or they needed vaccination shots. Thank God, she didn’t know that it was you who was Injured or she would have wrecked havoc in the quiet waiting room.

“Dadda’s not hurt, pet. Can y’please go to sleep for me?” It was nearly three in the afternoon and her nap time was quickly approaching. Harry didn’t want a cranky baby alongside everything else that was going on.

“No!”

Your daughter really was just like you. Stubbornness came naturally to her and most of the times Harry found it endearing, but not today. Today, he didn’t have the patience nor the willpower to handle her tantrums so he spoke in a soft but firm voice. “Y’need to listen to dadda. It’s not nice and ‘m tired too, Sofia.”

There were some instant tears but Harry kept a calm demeanour and gently guided her head to his shoulder. The baby scent helped calm him down a little bit and he silently closed his eyes as well.

You were coming to his house.

You were distracted because you were calling him.

You were hurt because of him.

Harry cried as he thought about the words he spoke to you because that might have be the last time. You might not make it and he wanted to trade your life for his. A sacrificial exchange. He wasn’t cut out to be a parent all by himself. Hell, he couldn’t even take care of himself. You were their saving grace. He and Sophia needed you and so he prayed. After years of remaining indifferent, he prayed to whomever was listening to bring you back to him. You coming back is what he needs and if granted, he would simply never wish for anything else ever again.

As the clock slowly ticked by, the operation theatre’s door remained tightly shut. Harry wanted to take that as a sign that you aren’t dead, that you were still fighting but perhaps, if it was taking so long then maybe you were already towards the brink of it. After about two hours, his hands had started to cramp up and his head was pounding from all the crying he had done. Maybe he could get a cup of coffee…

“Here y’go, son.” A cup of filtered coffee came into his view and he looked at the person who brought it.

“Mum? What ‘re y’doing here?”

“Linda called me and said she couldn’t come in early because of the weather. I was the next town over t’meet up with some friends so I rushed here. Oh, I’m so sorry, darlin. Any information yet?”

“No, mum. Have been sittin’ out here for t’last three hours and still nothin’.”

“Don’t get upset, baby. (Y/N) is a very strong woman. She’ll be fine.”

“I hope so. Mum, I can’t do this without her. She’s m’life and I don’t know how t’live without her.”

Shifting the toddler into his other arm, he put his head on Anne’s shoulder and lets the tear flow. Harry didn’t think that he had anymore tears left but guess he was wrong. Heavy sobs wrecked his whole body as he tightly held onto his daughter. Sophia was the one thing keeping him a little grounded right now but it wasn’t enough. People in the waiting room were glancing in his direction because they recognized the rockstar. But thankfully, they respected him enough to give him his space and he didn’t think he could be polite and sign autographs right now.

“(Y/N) (Y/LN)?”

“Ye- Yes. ‘m her husband.” Anne wanted to correct him but she knew that now wasn’t the time. Harry always regretted the divorce so she was going to let it slide. “Is she fine? Is it somethin’ serious?”

“She’s fine now. She was in a critical condition when she came in but she’s stable now. Her right side took most of the impact of the accident. She has-“

Harry drowned out the rest of the conversation as he felt relief wash over him. You were alive and he couldn’t wait to see you.

“Can I see her?”

The doctor stopped mid sentence, being thrown a little off-guard by the sudden question. “Oh, yes, beware, she’s still sedated but y’can see her. She’s in room 191.”

“Thank y’. Mum, can y’hold Soph?”

“Yes, of course.”

With the help of some directions, he finally reached his desired designation. Instead of barging in like he had initially thought, he stood paralysed in front of it. You were just on the other side and he didn’t think he could bare to look at you right now. The fierce woman who took on the world with nothing but a proud smile on her face. You were a force to be reckoned with but now you were lying defenseless  on the other side of the door. He didn’t know how to deal with that kind of information.

“Pull yourself together, Harry. She needs y’to be strong.” After a little pep talk, he finally willed himself to enter the room. God, he could not wait for this day to be over.

The sound of static beeping echoed throughout the room and Harry was itching to turn it off. But he refrained himself by remembering that this annoying, repetitive sound  meant you were still alive. Looking at your frail body, he wanted nothing more than to trade places with you. There were dark purple bruises littering your body while your head was all bandaged up. The cast on your leg stood out the most as they had propped it on a pillow to keep it elevated. Harry could just tell by your position that it was very uncomfortable for you. Tears formed in his eyes again because seeing you like this was thousand times more painful than he could have ever imagined.

Soon, he found himself gravitating towards your unconscious figure without another moments thought. Dragging the chair from across the room felt like a heavy task because Harry’s energy was at its last reserves. He silently hoped that you would wake up just to scold him for being a nuisance but he was again disappointed. He held on to your hand while making sure to not disturb all the needles pricking your delicate skin.

“I should’ve driven Sophia back but I was just too stubborn. It’s m’fault, darling. Everything’s my fault. Our failed marriage, this accident; everything.”

God, he was being a cry baby now.

“Please just wake up and scold me. I’ll do anything y’want but please wake up. Come back t’me baby, I won’t let y’leave again. And that’s a promise I intend to keep.”

No more broken promises.

Anne had left a while ago to pick up some clothes and after much tantrums, Sophia had gone with her. She wasn’t sleeping well here and Harry didn’t want her to catch any germs from the hospital. He had given his mum specific instructions about her night routine because if one thing went wrong, Sophia would have all of their heads. Harry had dozed off while waiting for you to wake up as he tightly clutched on to your hand.

You never thought blinking would prove to be such a difficult task but here you were. The white lights blinded you as soon as you tried to open your eyes. A blooming headache made it’s way through your skull and you thought that somebody had split your brain open. You couldn’t move both your hands to cover.

Slowly, you looked down and say a heavy, white cast on your left arm while your ex husband was clinging on to the other. You knew that you were in the hospital but it took sometime to remember the series of events that led you here.

You were on your way to pick Sophie. You were on the phone. Harry was pissed. Then, there was this other car…

That’s where it all became a blur for you and you didn’t have the mental capacity to think about it right now. Your throat was all dry and scratchy like you were deprived of water for years.

“H- Harry? Harry!” You were finally able to get the words out without it feeling like there were knives piercing your throat.

The voice startled him awake from his restless stopper and he looked at you with a dazed look. For a moment, he thought that he was dreaming but that annoying beep sound made him come back to reality.

You were awake.

You didn’t leave Sophia.

You didn’t leave him.

“Oh, thank god. You’re awake. You’re awake.” He kept on kissing your face just to make sure you were still there with him. When he thought there weren’t anymore tears left in him, he was wrong. A whole new set of waterfall started and it didn’t look like it would ever stop.

“Wa- Water.”

“Yeah, ‘f course. Let m’call the doctor. No, wait. Water. No, the doctor.”

“H, just relax. Water first, please.”

Harry brought the straw close to your lips because you didn’t think you could even move a limb right now. After finishing a third glass of water, you finally knew you could talk without it feeling like there were knives piercing your throat.

“At least, I’m drinking water now.” Your subtle attempt to crack a joke went over Harry’s head as his eyes darkened to an obsidian black. He really couldn’t keep his emotions in check right now. Not when you were making jokes about your near death experience.

“Y’think it’s funny? Is’t funny that y’almost died and were about to leave us. About t’leave me. It’s not funny, goddammit!”

Pacing around the room with his hands tightly clutching onto his curls, you were worried that he might just pull them all out. You didn’t expect this kind of an outburst from him because honestly, did you even matter to him anymore? The answer often seems indecipherable. Sure, you were the mother of his child but other than that you shouldn’t mean anything to him.

Do you?

“I’m okay. Accidents happen and it’s not like y’would care.”

“Wha-“

“Knock knock! Someone’s here to see you.” Harry’s glare didn’t soften when he saw his daughter being lugged in by Anne. His gaze was burning holes into your brain but you decided to pay him no heed. One very effective way to piss Harry off; ignore him.

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A/N: Hi lovies!! Here’s part four for the series, “Broken Promises” and I can’t wait for your thoughts and comments on this piece. I know this has been a long time coming and I can’t tell you how sorry I am for the delay. I just got a 10 day break from my exams so I’m going to use it to write all the asks and complete this series. There is one more part left for this series and then an epilogue. Yay!! A special ‘thank you’ to @peculiarpenman​ and @pettinesspersonified​ for helping me with the ideas and editing. I love you both!! Please send in general comments or things you want to talk about.I am open to suggestions and I’m here to chat. Love y’all!!

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Snippet!!

This is a one shot that I have been working on and I can’t wait for you guys to see it😌😌 It will be posted by tomorrow!! Until then, let me know what you think about this snippet. Also, I’m curious about what you think this one shot is about. Please send in messages☺️☺️

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Hi! Since it’s Mother’s Day today, could you write about dad!harry? Maybe something about Harry waking up early in the morning, goes to the bub’s (you decide if it’s a little girl or a little boy) nursery and since theyre wide awake he takes them and brings them to the kitchen where they start preparing some breakfast (in bed) for reader and then they bring it to her and Harry wakes her up by placing The bub on top of her and they start kissing sloppily reader’s face while giggling and smacking her face in order to wake her up, just something cute and fluff pleasee❤️

Hi! I loved this idea so much!! I have written it but with a few changes so I hope you like it. Do let me know and I’m open for requests so send them in. Love y’all.

Kitchen Disasters

Regards, R❤️

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in pt. 3 of broken promises i don’t understand why she says harry was suffocating since they got a divorce bc he basically abandoned her which is the opposite of suffocate ??

It's basically that the whole relationship was suffocating her. The reader felt like she was the only one who was putting in any effort and Harry was doing nothing. This line was a metaphor representing their marriage in her opinion.

Hope this clears out your confusion and please don't be afraid to ask questions. It shows me how much y'all are invested in my stories😊

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Hello☺️ can you write something with prompt 17 25 and 27 please? With Tom Holland

Not Alone (T.H)

A/N: Thank you for the request darling. I incorporated two of the prompts in this blurb but sadly, I couldn't add the third one. This is an ask from the prompt list that I have uploaded on my account and I hope you all enjoy it. My requests are currently open for this list and I would love to write about them. They can be about Harry Styles, Chris Evans and Tom Holland. Love you guys!!

Prompt 17: “You’re hurt. Let me take care of you.”

Prompt 27: “Stop cryin’, baby, it’ll be alright.”

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Summary: You try to take care of the twins alone as Tom is busy with his movie. However, you get hurt by accident and your husband is there to take care of you.

Warnings: a little bit of angst as well as fluff.

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Running after two hyper active three year olds is no fun and is definitely very tiring. Tom has been busy with his work for a couple of days now because of his upcoming movie. He tried to help out as much as he could but you knew that he was exhausted from the day so you didn’t bother him much. Aiden and Ethan were your two little munchkins but they were too damn energetic.

Your husband had come home at eight after doing multiple interviews and immediately tried to help you with dinner. However, you didn’t let him anywhere near the kitchen and told him to get some sleep. More like threatened him, ‘If y’don’t get your arse out of here, you’re gonna sleep on the couch.’ Both the kids were taking a nap because they were knackered out from their day out in the park. You wanted to make something that wasn’t too much of a hassle so you decided on spaghetti and was done with in the hour.

“Mummy!” Just as you were about to sit down on the couch, a little squeak made your head turn towards the staircase. There stood Aiden with his ruffled brunette hair and puffy eyes still filled with sleep. He was clutching onto his unicorn stuffie that Paddy had gifted him on his third birthday. Aiden was your little boy who loved you more than anything and was very possessive of you. Tom couldn’t even kiss you when he was nearby. He was just the sweetest little thing.

“Hey bubba. Slept well?” You spoke in a low tone because your kids were always a little sensitive to noises when they woke up.

“No!”

“Aw, why?”

He slowly prodded towards you and gestured for you to pick him up. “Ethan kicked me off the bed, mummy.”

“You hurt, bubba?” Carefully checking him for any injuries, you were relieved to find none.

“No. Cuddles, mummy.”

“Of course.” You quietly put on some random Disney movie and laid down with your little boy snuggled up right into you. Time passed by just like that and before you knew it, your other monster was also awake. You had decided that you would feed the boys first and then have a peaceful dinner with your husband. You deserved some alone time with your husband as well. This night was going to be amazing, you just knew it.

Turning the stove on, you placed the marinara sauce up there and tried to place the boys in their respective high chairs. But they just gave each other a mischievous look and ran in opposite directions. You knew they just wanted to play so you tried to entertain them even though you were really not in the mood. As you were chasing them, you realised that Ethan was going towards the kitchen.

“Ethan, stop!”

“Catch me, mummy!”

Ethan just squealed and ran even faster. The boy thought you were just playfully yelling but he didn’t know that you were actually worried. The sauce was boiling hot and it was overflowing a bit. Ethan was about to collide in the stove but before you could reach it, you pushed the hot pan towards the wall.

Screaming, you clutched your throbbing hand and slid down on the wall. Both the boys got really scared and started crying but you were in too much pain to look after them. A disheveled Tom appeared on the doorway and when he saw what was going on, he reacted instantly.

“Take the boys to the lounge first.”

“But (Y/N)-”

“Tommy, please.”

“Okay but let’s get y’up first.” He settled you on the bar stool and then took both the kids to the couch. You could hear him as he calmed down both the kids and then turned up the volume for the tv so they couldn’t hear the both of you.

He made his way back towards the kitchen and carefully took your injured hand. There were red hot marks forming on your hand while the skin was becoming somewhat irritated. “You’re hurt, darling. Let me take care of you.”

“Thank you.”

“N’need to thank me, love.” He got the first aid kit out from under the sink and started to look for the ointment. Meanwhile, you told him what happened with little hiccups interrupting your short monologue. “Could’ve just woken m’up. They’re m’responsibilities as well, darlin’.”

Even though he was softly blowing on the wound, it still hurt like hell. You didn’t realise there were a few tears escaping your eyes until Tom gently wiped them away. Your automatic response was a quick ‘sorry’ and you didn’t even know why. Maybe it was because you knew it really pained him to see cry. He cried straight for two hours when you were in labour and only stopped when you threatened to throw him out of the delivery room.

“Stop cryin’ baby.” Tom’s voice cracked a little in the end but he continued, “It’s going t’be alright.”

When your hand was all bandaged up, he lightly kissed your hand and told you to stay put. The rest of the night was spent with Tom taking care of you and your babies. He didn’t complain one time, even when Aiden rubbed his messy hands on the counter and he had to clean it up or when Ethan refused to wear his pjs. When you finally laid down with him in your bed, you realised that you were lucky to have him and you wouldn’t let go of him, ever.

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Pregnancy Reveal(H.S)

A/N: This is a short blurb that I wrote after watching a video oh Harry interacting with a pregnant couple. I hope y’all like it and I’m open to requests. Check out my prompt list as well. Love you all!!

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Summary: Seeing Harry interact with a pregnant couple gave you an idea to reveal your pregnancy to him.

Warnings: fluff

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Watching him be in his own element made you swoon over your husband a little more. The way he pranced around the stage and engage so sweetly with his fans was one of the many things that you loved about him. His considerate and affectionate nature was the first thing that drew you to him like a moth to a flame. People mostly saw him as a carefree, sexy man but you also knew him as a shy, cuddly baby. His journey to discover new parts of himself were really inspiring and you were glad that you were a part of it.

Your husband was going to start one of his songs when he noticed a pregnant woman in the crowd. She was standing among her husband and some friends and looked about five months pregnant. Harry has always been very considerate towards pregnant women and has a soft spot for them in his heart. It always fascinated him when he thought about the miracle of life and the important role that woman played in it. His respect only grew for them. He immediately stops his guitar and moves towards that part of the stage.

“How y’doin’ over there?” He pointed towards the couple and you could recognise their excitement even through the masks. When they pointed at themselves, Harry screamed out a ‘yes’.

He read their poster out loud that said ‘This is the baby’s first concert!’ The smile that graced his pretty, pink lips after saying the words and you got a warm, fuzzy feeling inside your chest. You just wanted to kiss him at the moment and couldn’t wait for the concert to end. Thankfully, this was one of the last songs.

“Tha’ baby’s very lucky, ya should know tha’.” Shaking your head, you just murmured a small ‘narcissist’ under your mask.

The whole crowd laughed when the dad lowered his mask and screamed, “We know!”

“What’s t’baby’s name? If ya don’t mind me asking.” They shrugged their shoulders and shook their heads at the question.

“Is’t a girl? Please say it’s a girl!” The fans swooned over his words because who didn’t want to see Harry Styles with a baby girl. You certainly did.

“We don’t know the gender yet.” The crowd had gone really quiet so it was like Harry and the parents were having a conversation. You were thriving on all this because you remembered the times he has expressed that he wanted to be a father. It just wasn’t the right time because of his upcoming tour and other projects but now you weren’t so sure. You just had to make the time for something as important as a baby.

“If it’s a girl, fingers crossed. Name her (Y/N), please.” Everyone cheered at that and pointed at you. “Those girls ‘re God sent, swear on m’life.”  You had slight tears in your eyes and blew him a kiss. He caught in in the air and pressed his hand to his heart. You were sure everyone was swooning at him.

“Anyways, congratulations! Let’s sing them Congratulations t’the theme of Happy Birthday!”

As soon as the concert ended, you went towards the couple that were waiting till the crowd diminished. Some security guards followed you because Harry didn’t want to risk anything when it came to you. You wanted to ask them if they would okay to give their sign to you because you wanted to give your beloved husband a surprise. They were happy to give it to you in exchange for some photographs. They didn’t even have to ask because you had taken one with them regardless.

Harry was still backstage with his bandmates, celebrating another successful show. He kept looking around for you because you were always there to greet him backstage so it was very weird to not see you around. He excused himself and made his way towards his dressing room. As he opened the door, he saw you standing there in the middle of the room with a sign in your hand.

When he read it, he realised it was the same sign he saw with the couple. “Wh- What is this, lovie?”

“It’s true, H. This was t’baby’s first concert.”

“Is tha’ why ya didn’t want t’wear heels today?”

“Yes!”

“Oh my God! I can’t believe this!” Lifting you off the floor, he spinned you around and then brought you into a passionate kiss. “I hope it’s a girl but I’ll b’okay with anythin’. Just want them to look like ya.”

“I’m so excited, H! I hope they have your eyes.”

“Me too, lovie. Me too. A li’l mini version of us.” He made you sit on the couch because apparently you had to rest a lot. Quickly taking a shower, he changed into his usual clothes. “Let’s go t’our hotel and properly celebrate.”

You laughed at his eagerness and replied, “Yes, please. Don’t forget the sign, H.”

“Will never forget it, lovie. Best damn day of m’life.”

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9 and 25 with Chris. Can number 9 be like He looks just like you?

Press Tour (C.E)

A/N: Thank you for the request darling. This is an ask from the prompt list that I have uploaded on my account and I hope you all enjoy it. My requests are currently open for this list and I would love to write about them. Love you guys!!

Prompt 9: “She looks just like you, love. Our li’l bunny.”

Prompt 25: “The tour is important but you need to rest as well.”

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Summary: You and Chris go to your first press tour after Covid with your son, Theodore and it is just a little bit more hectic than you imagined.

Warnings: just some tooth rotting.

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Having a baby with you on tour was not the most ideal situation but you knew you could handle it because your husband was a great help. That man has been by your side from the day you took the pregnancy test to the nights where the baby didn't go to sleep at all. Chris always insisted on night shifts so that you could rest up and he arranged his schedule according to your so you both did not lag behind in your career. Covid just made it a little easier for you guys to parent. You were lucky to have him in your life and no one could deny it.

This press tour was your and Chris's first one back after Covid and your baby who was currently five months old. The last Avengers movie was just released before the pandemic so some of the tours have been online but this was the first one in person. You’re not going to lie, you were a little bit nervous about appearing in public but Chris would be right beside you so it was all going to be okay. The tour was starting from Boston so luckily Lisa would be able to babysit Theodore while you guys had to go to the conference.

“Everyone’s goin’ out for breakfast. You wanna join them, love?” Chris stuck his head into the hotel room to ask you because you were still feeding Teddy. Your husband had strictly told everyone to not come into the room because no one was allowed to see you, even the girls. They all just rolled their eyes but they knew that he was just messing around. Still, no one dared defy his orders just yet.

“Don’t think so, Chris.” Replying tiredly, you just stroked your baby boy’s hair who was solely focused on his food.

Theo didn’t sleep last night because he had developed a slight fever last night. You didn’t know what caused it but Lisa assured you that it was just because of traveling and change of routines. He had become really clingy and just wanted to suckle on you (even though you were pretty sure you had run out of milk a long time ago). It was just a bonding exercise for him because babies this age usually get really attached to their mother. You loved your son with your whole heart but you were truly tired right now; your body ached in places you didn’t even know existed.

“’kay. I’ll go and tell the oth-”

“Wait, no.” You were about to move but then you realised that you had a cranky baby in your arms. “Go with them and enjoy sometime together. I can handle this li’l munchkin.”

Closing the door behind him, he slowly made his towards your exhausted figure. “Told y’this a lot of times, darling. We’re in this together and ‘m not just going out while you stay here and take care of our baby.”

“But-”

“No buts. If you’re staying, I’m staying. End of discussion.”

“Okay. Gimme a kiss now.” After spending a sweet moment together, Chris texted in the group that they can go ahead with their plans and ordered room service. No matter what your husband says, you were in no shape to be seen in public right now with spit covering your t shirt and your crazy hair mangled in a messy bun.

“Hey bubba. Y’feeling alright now?” Covering yourself with your shirt, you placed him on your lap. The coos that left his mouth were music to your ears after listening to him wailing in pain all night. He stuffed his fist in his mouth and you both laughed when he was unable to get the whole thing in. “Mummy and daddy were really worried for you. Yes, we were.”

You would have continued talking to your sweet boy, if Chris hadn’t interrupted. “Let me burp him and you can rest for a while, darling.” “Okay. I need to shower as well.”

“Take a relaxing bath and Theo can spend sometime with daddy.”

As Chris started pacing around the room with Teddy’s face tucked in his shoulder, you realised how similar they look. He had Chris’s ice blue eyes, his soft, thin lips and his brunette hair with a wisp of blonde in them. You had created a mini replica of him and you were damn proud of it.

Before you could stop yourself, the words left your mouth in an adorning whisper, “He looks just like you, love. Our li’l bunny.” One of the nicknames that you had for Chris was ‘bunny’ and you have called your son by this endearment from the day he was born because he looked just like your husband. Your two bunnies.

“Know he does.” That cocky smirk on his face was a teasing one and you just shook your head at his antics.

“‘kay, Mr Hotshot. I’m first going to go over lines for tomorrow and then go for a shower.”

“Darlin', no. Just rest up for a while and then do it.”

“I won’t have time afterwards, Chris. Theo will need me afterwards and this tour is also important.”

Putting Theo into his bassinet, he took a hold of your arms and made you sit on the bed. “Darling, the tour is important but you need to rest as well.”

“But, Chris-”

“I’ll help you prepare for them at night and Seb and Scarlett can take care of Theo for sometime. He likes them better, anyways.”

“That’s true.” You chuckled lightly as you remembered all the times that Theo preferred to stay with both of them then coming to you or Chris. The kid already knew that they were his god parents, you were sure of it.

“Let’s sleep for a while and I’ll cancel the room service. We can eat after we get up.”

“Done.” As soon as you laid down, you realised just how tired you were. Snuggling close to your husband, you whispered a small ‘I love you’ and drifted off to sleep.

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Paparazzi (H.S)

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Summary: It’s your daughter’s first day of school and you all decide to go get ice cream afterwards. What you didn’t know was that you would be mobbed by the paparazzi and your daughter would get hurt.

Warnings: angst, comfort, hurt, fluff. It is really a concoction of it all.

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The first day of school was always hard on the kids while the parents rejoiced on having some alone time. But it was the exact opposite in your house. Your husband has not stopped tearing up from the time you both woke up to send Emma to school. You were feeling a bit emotional as well but Harry was a whole other case.

He walked up to her room and instead of waking her up, he cuddled with her. When you found them, you wanted to shout at him but they both looked so cute. The whole morning was spent with you trying to undo your husband’s childish antics such as hiding Emma’s bag pack or not ironing her school clothes. What he didn’t know was that you were always two steps ahead of him? You had prepared for backup the night before because you knew your husband like the back of your hand.

“We’re ready to go.” You announced as soon as you stepped into the living room. You had dressed up your daughter in a yellow sunflower Gucci jumpsuits with white sneakers. If it was on you, you would have decided on something other than Gucci but your husband was obsessed with that brand so you let it slide this time around. She just looked so effing cute that you couldn’t believe you had made her.

“Ughhh.” Groaning, Harry slumped back on the couch and covered his already teary eyes.

“H, she’s goin’ t’school. Now, get the car out.”

Emma left your hand and toddled over to her father and gently tapped his thighs. “Dadda, happy?”

“Daddy’s happy but a li’l sad too ‘cause you’re growin’ up too fast.” He tenderly kissed her hair that were now trapped in space buns. Emma was an exact mixture of you and Harry because she inherited his green eyes and wild, curly hair but her button nose and smile was all you. She was perfect.

“Love yeh.” Hugging her dad, she hid her face in his neck. You had taught her that a ‘love you’ and a hug can make things better for other people and she never failed to implement it in her life.

“Love y’too, bunny. Y’excited about school?”

“Yeah! Mommy said new frein’.” One thing about your daughter that everyone knows is that she loves making her friends. She’s a bit of a social butterfly which is the complete opposite of both of her parents.

“Yes, y’will bunny. Now, let’s go.”

Dropping her off to school was eventful to say the least. Harry cried when he hugged her good bye and wouldn’t let go of her even when the closing bell rang. You had initially planned to go back home and sleep for four uninterrupted hours but your husband decided that he wanted to sit in the car and wait for Emma.

You wanted to argue with him but you didn’t have the heart to say no to his puppy eyes. Harry always had a special bond with Emma since the day she was born and he always struggled with leaving her alone. Even on tours, he would take you and Emma with him so he didn’t have to spend a minute alone without you guys. He always worried about both your safety and you found it really cute. He wanted the principal to allow him to tag along with Emma but you talked him out of it.

So now here you were sitting outside on a bench with your head resting on Harry’s shoulder while answering his absurd questions.

“What if she’s cryin’?”

“What if she didn’t eat ‘er lunch?”

“What if someone’s bullyin’ her?”

“What if she misses us?”

When the time neared for the school to end, Harry stood right in front of the gate and didn’t let anyone obstruct his view to the entrance. You just shook your head at his antics and stood with the rest of the parents. Many parents had recognised Harry but they knew that he was in no mood to interact with anyone so they respected his privacy.

“Dadda!” Harry bent down and gathered the toddler in his arms. “Miss Lucy ga’ me a star!”

“Oh wow! Y’are m’shining star, bunny.”

You made your way towards them and kissed your daughter on her rosy cheeks. “How was your day, darlin’?”

“Very good. Made new friends too; Rosy and Sophie.” As Harry buckled her in her car seat, she continued to babble about her day.

“Y’deserve some ice cream, bunny.”

Your daughter cheered instantly and a smile appeared on your lips. The one thing that you and your daughter share heartily is the love for ice cream. You were craving one since last night and Harry knew it as well. He was going to your favorite ice cream parlor right down the street from your house. When you got there, Harry put on his baseball cap and sunglasses and gave yours to you as well.

“Daddy, chocolate.” Harry carried the excited toddler inside because it was a little crowded than usual and he didn’t want to risk anything.

“I know, bunny. Go sit with y’mum and I’ll order for us all.”

“H, I want-”

“Double scoop scotch butter and chocolate. Have known y’order since the day we went on our firs’ date.”

“‘kay, showoff.” You went to go sit on the far corner of the parlor so that you would all be out of the public’s eye. You noticed that many of the people in the restaurant had started to notice Harry but you just focused on your kid.

“‘m with family. Can’t take pictures right now. ‘m sorry.” Your husband’s apologetic voice filtered through the air as he made his way towards your table.

“Just one picture. I’m a big fan. Please!”

Harry silently gestured you to get up because there were some fans following him. You noticed that your order was packed to go and so you got up with Emma in your arms.

“Guys, please. We need some privacy.”

“Just let us take a picture of your family.”

“No.” Harry plain out refused because he was not going to subject his family, especially his daughter, to unwanted spotlight. “Let’s go.”

As soon as you got out, you were blinded with flashlights. Harry immediately took Emma from you and tucked you under his left arm. He hid Emma’s face in his neck and softly instructed her to not raise her head. Somehow the paparazzi had been alerted and a mob had gathered around the parlor in the twenty minutes that you were here. People were literally going crazy and Harry regretted not having his guards around.

“Harry, please tell us more about your oncoming tour.”

“Is there a third album coming out?”

“Can we get a picture of your kid?”

“Was it her first day of school?”

There were some very over enthusiastic fans that wanted to get a picture and they started pulling on your clothes. “GET AWAY FROM US.” Harry had never raised his voice at his fans but at this moment he didn’t care about anything other than his wife and daughter.

“Harry!” You were literally scared out of your mind right now because there was no way you guys were getting out of this tightly packed mob. You could already feel some scratches along your arms from the numerous hands that were gripping on you.

Someone reached their hand out to pull Emma from Harry’s arm and it was so sudden that your husband lost his grip for a moment. Your daughter’s screech could be heard alongside the crowd and Harry lost it.

Tightening his hold around her shaking figure, he pushed the paparazzi who was trying to turn Emma around. “DO NOT TOUCH MY CHILD. D’YOU UNDERSTAND ME?” He literally pushed the man out of his way and guided you out of the mob with a new found determination.  

“Get in the car, fast.” He quickly peeled out of the parking lot and heaved a sigh of relief when you couldn’t view them in your rearview mirror anymore. “’m sorry, love.”

“H, don’t apologise. Let’s just go home.” The whole ride home you tried to calm your daughter down but she was inconsolable. She had never experienced something like this and her arm was starting to bruise from the place where that man had tried to pull her. Harry’s heart broke a little more every time he heard her let out another pained wail and he just wanted to sue them all for doing this to her daughter.

By the time you reached home, Emma’s cries had reduced to pained whimpers and Harry took her from you so that you could go get the first aid kid. “Mummy’s gonna rub a cream and everythin’ll be alright, bunny. I’m so sorry.” He kept whispering in her ears till the time you came back and applied the numbing cream on her arm.

“Lemme do it for you as well.” You pulled off your hoodie and Harry stopped himself to shed any tears at the sight of your scratched and bloodied arms. He shifted Emma on to his left thigh where she quietly sucked on her thumb and gently applied the cream on to your arms. “’m gonna sue them all, I swear.”

“H, y’don’t have to do that. We’re fine and that’s what matters.”

“But-” He wanted to protest but you interrupted him with a gentle kiss.

“No need to think about it and Emma tomorrow’s your day off.”

“Yes!” Your daughter had earned it after the day she had and Harry silently agreed to it as well.

“Now, let’s g’take a nap in our room.” You all were exhausted and this seemed like the best idea. Harry could deal with the news and the management later on. Right now, his family needed him and that’s what mattered to him.

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Ending It All Part 1 (C.E)

Part 2

Chris Evans Fan fiction (Fan fiction Masterlist)

Summary: Chris wants to end your marriage and you decide to go along with it. You have to be civil for the sake of the kids but you are hurt. This process is too much for the both of you and eventually, it all ends.

Warnings: Angst all the way. 

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You had seen it coming from a mile. People say that a woman’s sixth sense is her greatest power. You always took pride in it but in this case, it was a curse. Chris and you have known each other for the past seven years and from those years, you were married for five. He was the love of your life. You thought it was forever but apparently you were wrong. You were wrong about so many things.

From the past six months, Chris has been home for a couple of days at most and then he was traveling. Traveling for work, for friends and whatnot. And for the days that he was here, he didn’t look at you like you were his wife, his soulmate. He looked at you like you were a stranger. Spending time with the kids was all he ever did and then came up with measly explanations to go off to bed early. There was no space left for you in his life. You thought that it was just a rough patch but that was not the case.

“(Y/N), we need to talk.” The determined look in his icy blue eyes said it all.

Taking a deep breath, you shakily replied, “Let me just put the kids to sleep.” Your energetic kids had tired out you for the whole day because you were off from work today. Chris had just come back from shooting and he didn’t give you a kiss like he usually did. In fact, he hadn’t kissed you like he meant it for several years now.

“I will be in the kitchen. You want wine?” He was walking away before you could even reply.

“Yeah, sure.” You mumbled out and you didn’t even know that he listened.

“Mommy, we are going to spend the whole day with you and daddy tomorrow?”  Mia and Jace have started to pick up on the fact that there was something going on between their parents. You wanted to keep all of this away from your four and two year old but it seems that you might have failed. You were failing at a lot of things right now.

“Yes, we will. Now, go to sleep.” It took you about half an hour to be put them to sleep and during that time, you were a wreck. There were a thousand possibilities running through your mind.

Coming back downstairs, Chris handed you the glass of wine, your favorite as always. He knew every little detail about you. “(Y/N), I don’t know how to say this but-”

“Before you finish that sentence, I just need to tell you that I promised the kids a day out tomorrow. Don’t ruin it.”

“I- I can’t say that.” Fiddling with his almost empty glass, he couldn’t bring it in himself to look at you. He was going to ruin this promise as well just like he was going to ruin everything.

“Just, go on.” You refilled the wine glass as you knew you needed the alcoholic haze to get through this conversation.

“I can’t do this anymore. This is just not what I want in my life anymore.” Your breath hitched and your heart broke into tiny little pieces.

Exact words were what you needed to hear right now. No vague statements. “What do you mean? What can’t you do?”

“This. This relationship. I think I am done. I am truly sorry, (Y/N).”

“Is- Is there someone else?” It was as if a ball was lodged in your throat and you couldn’t bring yourself to talk coherently. Fluently.

Chris looked at you, horrified. How could you even say that? He would never in a million years even think about cheating on you. Dignity was an important trait for Chris and if he ever cheated, he wouldn’t be able to look at himself. It hurt him that you would even consider this as a reason but he couldn’t blame you.

“No! This is not the reason. Not at all.” A defensive attitude was immediately taken up by your husband.

“Then is it me? Am I not enough for you?” Hot tears rolled down your cheeks but you didn’t have the energy to wipe them out.

“It is not you, darling. I just don’t think this is what I want with my life anymore. I want to solely focus on my career.”

“You are choosing your career over your family.” As the realization started to hit you, you couldn’t control the anger that took over you. “Over your family, Chris?”

“(Y/N) I am just done. I want an out and can we please try to be civil about this?” He pleaded.

“You want me to be civil about this? Fine.” You took a calming breath and closed your eyes for a second. “Just explain it to me. Maybe we can work something out.”

“I can’t- I don’t know how to explain it. Seven months ago I just woke up and I didn’t want to do this anymore. I want to start over.” A shocking chill passed through your body and you realized that it was hurt. You were betrayed.

“So you don’t want to do anything with me or the kids as well?”

“No. I want to be a part of their lives and-”

You looked him in the eyes and spoke in a broken voice, “It’s just me that you want out of your life.”

“Darling, no-” Chris tried to reach out for your hand but you placed them on your hands. He had lost the right to touch you from the moment he said that he didn’t want you. You were just a problem for him that needed to be solved.

There were years when he needed you every step of the way. Chris met you at a party that Scarlett threw. You were her best friend so you were invited to her New Year’s party. The moment he saw you, he was head over heels. He followed you around for two months to get you to go on a date with him. You used to tease him afterwards that he was a love sick puppy. But he was your love sick puppy.

That was not the case now and you didn’t know what you will do if he wasn’t in your life anymore. Your world revolved around your family but now it was all falling apart. You were falling apart.

“We can file for divorce tomorrow. Do you want to stay here tonight?” Wiping your tears, you got up from the stool and put the glasses in the sink.

“Uhh okay, okay. I can stay with Scott tonight.”

This was not what he expected. He expected you to cry, fight, scream. He thought there would be more discussion on this topic. Seven years were going to waste and you were treating this as a simple business transaction. Truth be told, you didn’t want him to see you fall apart. Chris had lost that right. If he didn’t want a life with you, then you were not going to beg him to stay. You were going to fulfill his wish and set him free.

“We have to take the kids out tomorrow. I was thinking the park.”

“What?” He was too distracted by everything to even realize what you were talking about.

“We will talk to them about the divorce tomorrow.”

“Isn’t this going a little too fast?”

“We should get this all over with as soon as possible. Goodbye, Chris.” Silently pecking him on his cheek, you went to your shared bedroom.

The moment your head touched the pillow, you were surrounded by his scent. The dam burst and you couldn’t stop the tears from running down your face and getting soaked up by the cushions. What were you going to do with your life now? You had to come up with a plan to manage the kids together with Chris. You had to think about getting a job that would accommodate your kids in to it now that you were going to be a single parent. You didn’t get a wink of sleep last night and you cried a lot.

On the other hand, Chris was not doing any better. Scott gave him the spare guest room to sleep in. He didn’t know what was going on between his brother and you but he knew it was serious. Chris couldn’t sleep last night either because he was not used to. This was the first time in seven years that you both were in the same city and you were not sleeping together. You wouldn’t be sleeping with him from now on. He has to get used to that idea. The idea of you not being there every step of the way because this was his own doing. He was dreading tomorrow as he was the one who was destroying his family.

“Hi. I was just here to pick you all up.” Guilt washed over him when he noticed your red puffy eyes and eye bags.

“You didn’t have to. We could have come there by ourselves.”

“We always go to the park together. It is our thing.”

“We can’t do all of these things now. Everything is going to change.”

“Right.” You moved towards the kitchen and he followed you like a lost puppy.

“Daddy!” Both kids ran up to him and clinged to his legs like two little monkeys.

“Hey babies.” He held on to them a little bit longer because he knew he was the one who was ruining their little lives.

“Where were you? Missed your pancakes. Mama doesn’t make good.” Mia hadn’t learned to make full sentences yet but Chris understood her perfectly.

“I was busy, baby. I- I-”

“Go get your shoes on. We are going to be late.” You saved him from the conversation because he looked like a deer caught in headlight. Chris couldn’t answer his daughter as this was how it was going to be. He wouldn’t be there for all of this. The important phases. Jace’s first soccer win, his first award, or Mia’s first school day, her first break up, her prom. He was going to miss most of them because you would be there with them while he will get them for weekends mostly.

“Let’s go.” Buckling his kids in, he sat in the driver’s seat. When he pulled out of the garage, his hand instinctively went for yours. It was out of pure instinct. You retracted your hand immediately and Chris just drew in a shaky breath, He was not allowed to touch you now.

“I am taking them to the swings. Do you want to come with?”

“No, I am just going to my usual spot to read my book.” There was a maple tree that had been your spot for the past five years. It was where you rested and caught up with your reading.

“Okay.”

The next hour was spent with Chris going on to every swing with his kids. He didn’t want to miss anything. Plus, he didn’t know how he could sit with you under the tree that held so many memories. You told him that you will marry him under this tree and that you were pregnant with Jace. It was all too much. You couldn’t focus on your reading when this might be the last time you get to see him with your kids. The last time you were together as husband and wife. This might be the last time because Chris wanted you out of his life.

“Hey, kids. We have to talk to you.” You finally gathered up some courage when they all came to sit beside you. Chris couldn’t bring himself to start up this conversation so he was glad that you did.

“Yeah, Mommy?”

“So you know how your friend Oliver’s parents don’t live together but they still love him very much.”

“Yeah.” Jace’s whole concentration was on his ice cream but he still nodded his head to indicate that he was listening. Mia was too young to comprehend it all so you mainly focused on your son.

“Well, Daddy and I are going to be doing the same thing. We love you both very much and we will always there be with you.”

“But Ollie’s daddy doesn’t live with him.” His blue eyes focused on the two of you when he made the statement.

“Yeah, buddy. I will be staying at an apartment really near by. You both can come whenever you want to.”

“You won’t be there to read us night stories or make our favorite brekky?” His question threw Chris off guard and he froze in his place.

“He will be there to do everything for you guys. Mia and you can go to daddy’s place and he can do all this.” You jumped in when you noticed that Chris didn’t know how to respond to all this. “Right, Chris?”

“Yes, that’s right. Nothing is going to change, buddy.” Wiping away his tears, your husband placed him on his lap with Mia.

“Promise?” Mia spoke up this time because she understood that her daddy wouldn’t live with her like he always did.

“Promise. Let’s go back to the house. You both look tired.”

You placed Mia on her bed while Chris did the same for Jace. They both were out the moment they were buckled in their car seats. Coming downstairs, you prepared coffee for Chris and yourself. He always liked his coffee black so that’s what you made for him. The cup was placed in front of him and he sighed because no one made coffee like you.

“Our lawyer said that he will have the papers delivered to us by tomorrow.”

“Okay, I saw this new apartment building when I was coming here this morning. I might rent it out. The penthouse has three rooms. One for the kids and one is the guest bedroom. You can stay there when you bring the kids over.” He looked at you with a defensive position.

“I won’t be staying at your apartment so please don’t take me into consideration.” You didn’t understand why he thought you would ever stay over at his place. You would never subject yourself to that kind of pain.

“But there can be special circumstances and my home will always be open for you, (Y/N). We can still be friends.” He was hoping against all hope that you would agree. He still wanted you in his life.

“I don’t think I can do that. Be friends. There is too much history. Let’s just keep it to the kids right now.” You picked on your nails because you didn’t want to cry like a little girl in front of him. “And I am going to change houses as well so do you want to sell this one?”

“Why do you have to move?” Chris was shocked to hear those words come out of your mouth.

“I can’t live in a house that was meant to be our family house. I just can’t.”

He understood where you were coming from but this house held too many memories. He couldn’t think of another family living here. Some couple living in your master bedroom, some kids running around in your children’s playground, some other family’s picture instead of yours. It was just too much to think about.

“Let’s just keep the house. When the kids grow up, they can have it.”

“Okay. I am tired right now so I am going to bed. I will sign the papers tomorrow and send them over to Scott’s.” You placed the empty mug on the counter and stood in a straight posture. “You want the kids this weekend?”

“Yes, I would like that. Do you want to maybe come with us?” He didn’t know why he was not ready to let you go yet. This was all his doing but he just couldn’t accept it right now.

“Umm no. I think we should settle the kids into this new routine.”

“I guess you are right.”

“Goodbye, Chris. I love you and I will always love you.” You regretted the words that came out of your mouth the instant you said them. You were so stupid but you just couldn’t help yourself. This was probably the last time you ever got to say it.

“I- I love you too, (Y/N). I will always be there for you. Goodbye, darling.” The lump in his throat seemed to grow bigger by the second but he had to say this. Lightly pecking you on the lips, he knew this was the last time he ever got to do this. He left afterwards and you couldn’t help but tear up. The same thing happened with Chris. This was it. Your marriage was over but your love would always be there.

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