MASTERLIST

CHRIS EVANS

- Fixing the Broken Series 

HARRY STYLES 

- Love on Tour Series 

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Fixing the Broken (Epilogue)

Summary: People say that time heals all wounds. In your case, time made it worst.

You’ve been married to Chris for five years, but his absence spoke louder than his words. After 5 years of trying, you’ve decided that you’ve had enough, and you left him. But Chris doesn’t want to let you go; he doesn’t want to give up on your marriage.

Would he be able to fix what you consider irretrievably broken?

Warnings: None, just Fluff (Yes, you’re reading it right, only fluff)  

Word Count: 1.2+k  

Pairing : Chris Evans x Reader

A/N: And that’s a wrap!  I can’t even thank you enough for the support and the love you guys showed me the past month. I really hope you enjoy this part. After all the angst I made you endure, you deserve it 😂

I can’t wait to share more stories with you.

Love x Mae  ❤️

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Series Masterlist, Part 11 

Happy at last.

You stood by the door of the brand-new finished room of your brand-new home. You smiled, shaking your head when you thought about how Chris convinced you that moving to an even bigger house was a good idea. It all started with a compromise, something your husband and you had learnt to master to perfection.

Despite your first apprehensions, you fell in love with the house the moment you saw it. You absolutely loved it, but not more than Chris, and definitely not more than Dodger. Your dog was for sure the most excited one about the new house, and you smiled as you remembered him running everywhere, enjoying the backyard for the first time.

You loved the backyard too, but your favorite room was this one, the one you were standing in right now. It wasn’t the biggest, you weren’t even done with the decoration, but it was the room that brought you the most joy.

“How are my two favorite girls?”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t hide the amused smile. You leaned into your husband’s embrace as he hugged you from behind. You stood there together, gazing at the nursery.

“I told you a hundred times, it’s a boy,” you said

“Tell your mama she’s wrong,” Chris said, gently touching your bump.

It happened during the past summer, in Paris. At least, you two agreed on that. The fact that you weren’t even trying to get pregnant made it more special. After your return from vacation, when you’d started to get sick, Chris was the first to suspect pregnancy. You laughed at his face, convinced that it couldn’t be, but after he insisted, you took the pregnancy test. You didn’t even do it seriously. It was just to prove to him that you were right.

You will never forget your face when you discovered that you were actually pregnant, simply because Chris recorded it.

His new hobby was to record everything about your pregnancy, from your bump evolution to the routine Ob-Gyn visits.

“Seriously, I’m sure it’s a boy,” you repeated, turning to face your husband.

He raised an eyebrow. “the same way you were sure that you weren’t pregnant, right?” he asked you.

You shook your head. Chris was so proud to have spotted the pregnancy first, and the fact that he won that ‘argument’ boosted his confidence about everything concerning the baby now. One lucky guess, and suddenly your husband thought he was the baby expert.

“You know what, we’ll find out that I am right in just a few hours,” Chris added.

That was the primary reason why you decided to organize a gender reveal party. You two didn’t really care if it was a boy or a girl, it was going to be your kid, and that was the most important.

The reason you invited your family and close friends to share the news was so the loser would publicly face their defeat.

You just wanted to be right because you were both competitive, even when it came to your baby’s gender.

“I hope you have your camera; I will need proof when I tell our son that you were wrong,” you said.

Fixing the Broken (Part 11)

Summary: People say that time heals all wounds. In your case, time made it worse.

You’ve been married to Chris for five years, but his absence spoke louder than his words. After 5 years of trying, you’ve decided that you’ve had enough, and you left him. But Chris doesn’t want to let you go; he doesn’t want to give up on your marriage.

Would he be able to fix what you consider irretrievably broken?

Warnings: you know... some angst. AND FLUFF! 

Word Count: 2.6k+

Pairing : Chris Evans x Reader 

A/N: Guys, this is the last part. I loved writing this chapter, and I really hope you’ll love it too. I loved sharing this series with you, and I think I even enjoyed your reactions more than I enjoyed writing the series. You guys made me fall in love with writing again.

There’s still an epilogue coming soon, but I wanted to thank you for your extraordinary support. Fixing the Broken is the first fanfiction I shared on Tumblr, but it definitely won’t be the last one.

I’ll see you in the comments,

Love x Mae❤️

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Series Masterlist , Part 10 , Epilogue 

Sometimes love wins 

- Andrea Walton 

Josh picked you up at the airport approximatively four hours after you'd called him. It took two hours for him to send you the plane ticket and another two to flight from Boston to D.C.

You gave him the biggest hug he'd ever received from you when you saw him, waiting for you. You didn't know how much exactly Josh knew about your marriage situation, but he didn't ask questions.

He didn't ask any when you requested the plane ticket, and he didn't ask any during the ride to the hotel.

"I'm sorry Chris couldn't pick you up at the airport. His schedule has been crazy since he arrived this morning," Josh explained.

You offered him a small smile. You knew how much ASP meant for Chris.  

You were actually relieved that your husband couldn't be at the airport. You didn't have time to prepare for what you wanted to tell him. Josh had been so efficient that you barely had enough time to pack a bag and drop off Dodger at Carly's house. You felt a little bit guilty to do so unexpectedly, but your sister-in-law was used to taking care of your dog by now. Plus, her kids absolutely adored him.

You opened the door to Chris's hotel room and immediately recognized it. It was a spacious and bright space, with a private terrace overlooking the Potamic river. It was the same room you stayed in with Chris the first time you came together to D.C. You just had to close your eyes to remember it. You smiled nostalgically as you recalled Chris insisting on you coming with him. He was so stressed, fearing that politicians wouldn't take him seriously. You remembered assuring him that his idea was genius and that they would be crazy not to listen to him.

Chris pitched his project the following day to every politician in Washington that wanted to listen to him, and the rest was history.

Now it was your turn. You didn't have to convince strangers; you just had to convince your husband. And that was reassuring and scary at the same time.

Now that you were alone with your thoughts in the hotel room, you regretted saying no to Josh's invitation. He offered you to go to a late lunch instead of waiting for Chris alone, but you gently declined, telling him that you needed to rest a little bit. That wasn't really a lie. You were tired. You woke up earlier than usual this morning because you wanted to avoid Chris and went to Alicia's office. Then you came back, cried like you never did before and then jumped on a plane.

So yes, you were exhausted, but you couldn't sleep. You tried to lay down in the huge bed, but instead of finding the peace of mind you were looking for, your brain started to wonder about things you could say when Chris will come back.

It was only after your phone died and you couldn't find a charger and wore one of Chris's t-shirt that you found sleep.

"Y/N… wake up, hey…"

I’m glad you asked. I’ll start a Harry Styles Series after this one. Check my master-list, I wanted to update it before answering this question 😉❤️

Love on Tour (Masterlist)

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Summary: 

It all started when Harry Styles made your first EP go viral after mentioning it on Twitter and Instagram. 

Then you were offered the opportunity of a lifetime, the opening act for his upcoming concert tour. You were not going to let anything ruin it, not even love, not even him. 

Between love and ambition, your choice was already made. But what if you could have both?

Fixing the Broken (Part 10)

Summary: People say that time heals all wounds. In your case, time made it worse.

You’ve been married to Chris for five years, but his absence spoke louder than his words. After 5 years of trying, you’ve decided that you’ve had enough, and you left him. But Chris doesn’t want to let you go; he doesn’t want to give up on your marriage.

Would he be able to fix what you consider irretrievably broken?

Warnings: none… apart from angst…

Word Count: 2.7k+

Pairing : Chris Evans x Reader

A/N: So… remember when I told you guys that rock bottom had a basement. Well, apparently… there’s another level below that basement. It’s called part 10😭.

I also said part 10 would be the last chapter. Well… I think you all would appreciate a part 11 after reading this one.

I’m sorry for the frustration you’re about to experience 😭😂. Don’t hesitate to share it with me in the comments.

Love and apologies in advance x Mae❤️

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It’s healthy to admit you’re not ok,

Jessie J

You hated the feeling of suspense that was habiting you. Your eyes were focused on Chris, analyzing his entire body expression.

It had only been a few seconds since you’d asked him if he still wanted children, but for you, it felt like an eternity.

“Well?” You repeated what Chris said

Chris opened his mouth. You thought that he was about end your suffering, but he said nothing. You really hoped that the answer to your question would be something like ‘of course, Y/N, of course, I want to have children with you, but apparently, you were wrong.

“Oh my God,” you said in one breath, realizing he was not going to say what you wanted to hear.

Tears starting to fill your eyes, and you got out of the car, still under the shock. Chris followed you inside the house, still quiet.

You were living your worst nightmare, and the part you couldn’t bear was that your mother may have been right.

“Y/N, common, let’s talk.”

You suddenly turned back to face him; your face twisted with pain. “What do you want to talk about? I asked you a question, and your silence answered it for you.”

“Y/N, I’m not saying I don’t want children, common. I’m just saying we can have this discussion later.”

You frowned. “Later? What does it even mean? We’ve been married for five years, Chris! When exactly is later?”

Your husband seemed shocked by your reaction. You, too, were shocked. You definitely didn’t expect that turn of events.

“It’s your mother talking now. Yesterday, the thought of having kids didn’t even cross your mind. Now you’re overreacting because what? I can’t give you a date?”

That’s where he was wrong. Your mother may have opened the topic today, but it was on your mind for a long time now. Your mother just hit where she knew it would hurt the most.

“I’ve thought about it. I’ve thought about it a lot Chris. I’m just surprised you haven’t,” You said

Chris looked at you without saying anything. His eyes were searching yours as if he was looking for answers to understand what was happening.

The silence between Chris and you got broken by a phone call. He gave you a sorry look before taking it.

You took a deep breath as soon as he left the room. You got yourself comfortable on the couch, gently petting Dodger after he rested his head on your lap.

You kept thinking about everything your mother said, and you started to question everything. Maybe she was right. Maybe you were really trying to ruin your life. Things were good before you brought the kids topic; maybe you should drop it.

You shook your head, trying to remove the idea from your head. You knew it was impossible.

You didn’t want to fight. You just needed answers to your question. If it was anything else, you’d let it go, but it wasn’t. You were talking about kids, and deep down, even if it hurt you to admit it, you knew that disagreeing on that topic could break your marriage for good.

You got distracted by Chris’s voice. His voice was low, but it didn’t take you long to understand what was going on. Chris confirmed your suspicions when you heard him say that he couldn’t leave Boston. You knew it was about his website when you heard mentions to senators and Washington.  

He came back soon after, a frustrated look on his face. Chris looked at you without saying anything. He passed a hand in his hair and closed his eyes.

He looked tired. You were tired too.

You kept petting Dodger, searching for the right words. You didn’t want to hurt him, but not expressing your feelings would hurt the two of you more.

“You should go,” you finally said.

Thank you so much ❤. I’m currently writing the last two parts, so it’s coming soon ☺️

Fixing the Broken (Part 9)

Summary: People say that time heals all wounds. In your case, time made it worse.

You’ve been married to Chris for five years, but his absence spoke louder than his words. After 5 years of trying, you’ve decided that you’ve had enough, and you left him. But Chris doesn’t want to let you go; he doesn’t want to give up on your marriage.

Would he be able to fix what you consider irretrievably broken?

Warnings: Angst (As always)

Word Count: 2.4k+

Pairing : Chris Evans x Reader

A/N: Guys.. I tried to behave as much as I could on this one. I actually wrote another 1k word full of angst, then I read it, and I realized the Grey’s Anatomy trauma survivor in me was getting too loud 😩 . So, I removed it from this part. I didn’t delete it; I just saved it for the next part.

So, enjoy this one, get offended, outraged even, by the mom. But know that the next part may be worst because we only serve angst around here 😂 .

Love x Mae ❤️

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“Children are not born for the benefit of their parents” ― Anthon St. Maarten

“Stop being nervous.”

“I’m not nervous,” you replied.

You were nervous. Chris briefly looked away from the road to observe you. It didn’t take a genius to come to the conclusion that you were nervous, and yet you kept denying it.

You couldn’t say it out loud, or you’ll be completely ruined. Two things in life made you more nervous than you usually were. The first was silence. You hated silence. You always felt obligated to fill the awkward silence by saying silly things that ended up making the situation weirder.

The second thing, the one that could make your anxiety level jump from zero to a hundred, was your mother. Even thinking about her made you cringe. You were looking by the window, the familiar streets to your mother’s house making you more anxious as you got closer to home.

When Chris finally stopped the car, you hold your bag harder than before, apprehending what was coming next. He noticed that and gently rest his hand on yours.

“It’s going to be okay.”

You chuckled. It was hard for you to be as optimistic as Chris. Especially when the last time you saw your mother, she called you an ungrateful bitch. Of course, Chris didn’t know that. Nobody knew that your mother said that on your wedding day, just because you refused one silly request.

Plus, your mother adored Chris. The first time Chris met your mother, you almost didn’t recognize her. She was all smile and sweet. Your mother was many things, but she didn’t smile, and she certainly wasn’t sweet.

“Remember, we’re working things out. She doesn’t need to worry. We’re fine,” You told Chris.

Chris nodded, amusement in his eyes. You had been repeating the same thing all afternoon. There was no way you were going to pour your heart out to your mother. She wasn’t the kind to open her arms and comfort. With your mother, there was no room for weakness. You knew why she wanted to see you. It wasn’t about making sure you were okay. Your mother needed to hear you say that you had things under control.

When your mother opened the door, all your confidence disappeared. She quickly looked at you before giving all her attention to your husband.

“Chris, it’s so good to see you,” Your mother said, taking your husband in her arms.

You just had to look at her to know how you’d look like in twenty years. People never failed to acknowledge the resemblance between the two of you, and they were right. The disturbing resemblance with your mother was sometimes the only reason why you were sure you weren’t adopted. Apart from that, you had nothing in common, and it seemed to disappoint your mother more than anything else.

“Y/N. Are you going to stay there all night long?” your mother asked.

You blinked. Your mother and Chris were now inside the house. You didn’t even realize that you were still outside the house, petrified.

Chris frowned and started to walk towards you to take your hand.

“Are you okay?” he whispered.

Aw, thank you so much ❤❤