Thanks to Mr. Sam Smith for his wonderful rendition of "I'm Not The Only One" since it was the one who helped me to write this imagine.
Also, sorry for this late update and for not updating at all. Like really. And sorry if this was not what you wanted and you didn't enjoy it.
I tried my very best.
Kinda a filler chapter. Oops.
(Btw, you are both married here and have asmanykidsasyouwantbutimusing2andtheyregirlandboy)
Forgive me?
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Your POV
Your husband for 4 years, Thomas, came home smelling like liquor and whisky and a strong woman's perfume.
It wasn't the first that he came home like that.
At first, it was just a few drinks, he wasn't actually drunk as he is now. It was fine for you, but as the time passed, he started going out more.
Sometimes, he goes out for occasions and gets home very drunk. His friends driving him back to your house.
Right now, your hands rested on your hips, staring at him as he tries to shut the front door as quietly as he thinks but it was nowhere near that.
"So, I heard you had a movie after party?" you finally decided to speak up
"Stop yelling, a'ight? It's irritating" he says, holding his head as he slumps down to the couch and opening the television.
"Thomas, I'm not yelling. You lower your voice" you yelled yet whispered at the same time, considering that your 2 kids were asleep upstairs
"Why the bloody hell are you telling me this?! I'm not an idiot!" he shouts and you glare at him coldly.
"Thomas, I had enough of your bullshit. Just go to bed. You'll do a favor for me and for you." you said tiredly
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Thomas Brodie Sangster Imagines (under extreme revision)
FanfictionImagine a life with Thomas Brodie Sangster. Cover photo is NOT mine. ALL CREDITS AND RIGHTS TO THE OWNER. (I can't exactly credit the owner because I got this from pinterest. If you see the owner, please do tell me who it is so I can credit them p...
