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newtonsheffield · 3 years

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You’re such a generous gift to the fandom, not only with all the snippets, headcanons and fics that you give, but because of just how lovely you are as well? THANK YOU 💞💞

I know you gave us a snippet of Mary’s mother calling Mary after Kate got engaged, but I was just wondering if either Mary and Edwina (and Kate) ever heard from Mary’s family afterwards? I could see them maybe trying after Edwina got engaged/married, or when she had her child? What are your thoughts/headcanons? Thank you! ❤️

Hello! Guysssssss Guess who’s back to bothering you all now that She’s Uploaded Goose, and has had a redbull at lunch ???(I am PUMPED right now, My poor assistant is gonna get it this afternoon!)

Anyway, Cool Cool Cool Cool Cool Cool! Thank you so much for your kind words, butttt I’m not really a gift to anyone! 😬 I’m just out here typing away like a dog that’s got lost. No idea what I’m doing or if I’m doing it well, but here we are.

Okay! So I actually wanted to include a little snippet of this in Goose but again,it was cut for time because if I put everything I wanted in there, The fics would be 190k each. And not a single person would want to read that, I assure you. So, here we go.

“Karen called me last night.” Edwina said quietly pulling a cup of tea towards herself and Kate felt her eyebrows raise, surprised. “Karen, your grandmother, Karen?” She said, drinking from her own cup. Edwina tutted, frowning lightly. “If she’s not your grandmother, she’s not mine either.” She said disapprovingly, Kate could feel her sister’s eyes watching her carefully, though her own were stuck over Edwina’s shoulder, watching as Matthew lay on his stomach, Edmund in front of him, a collection of dinosaurs between them, Newton watching intently from Edmund’s side. “She called my rep. told them she was my grandmother and she’d lost my phone number, I’ve been expecting her call for a while.” Edwina hummed still watching gently.

It was odd really, Kate hadn’t seen Mary’s mother since she was 14 and she could still picture the woman’s face as she told Kate she wasn’t Mary’s child, never would be. All these years later, the words still stung ridiculously. Though more so at the fact that Mary had sent her entire family away because of Kate, and now here Edwina was, discussing her Grandmother as though she was a new neighbour down the hall.

“What did she talk about?” Kate said, feigning nonchalance though the stirring’s of worry were swirling in her stomach, the new life inside not evident yet. Edwina shrugged. “Nothing really, just that she’d heard I was engaged “To a historian” Close enough I suppose, that she was proud of how beautiful I was which, I mean, I also have a degree but sure,” Kate chuckled as Edwina rolled her eyes. “And then she asked about you.” She finished a little unsurely her eyes assessing Kate’s reaction carefully. And Kate’s stomach clenched nervously. She cleared her throat to push down the worry. “Well that doesn’t sound like her. Maybe she’s losing it in her old age.” Kate said smirking “What did Karen want to know?” “Honestly, not a lot. She said she new you were married, that you had a son now. And then she asked if Anthony was really as handsome as the pictures in the paper.” Edwina smirked into her tea cup and a startled laugh escaped Kate.

“I hope you told her he wasn’t.” Edwina laughed “Of course I did. Wouldn’t do to inflate Anthony’s ego too much.” Kate chuckled again, silence settling between them. And then, “Matthew wants to invite her to the wedding.” Edwina’s voice was nearly a whisper, and honestly Kate had known where this conversation was going all along. “He says she’s family. I don’t think he understands that Mum’s a bit of an anomaly in her family.” Edwina finished, a slightly bemused look on her face as she turned to look at her fiancé making quiet roaring noises as Kate’s son giggled happily. “Bless him, Of course Matt would see the good, even in Karen.” Kate said, smirking a little. Edwina sighed, a very fond smile on her face.

“He is very sweet isn’t he. Little Goose.” And Kate felt her heart do an odd stutter, at the happiness overflowing from her sister. Then she steeled herself. “So are you going to invite her?” Apprehension building in her stomach as Edwina turned back to her. “Oh I did. My nuptials coincide with her lawn bowls tournament so she sends her regrets.” A bemused smirk was playing on Edwina’s face, and Kate felt her mouth drop open in surprise. “Well that does sound like Karen. I’m really sorry, Eddie. You deserve better.”

And Edwina surprised her by laughing brightly “Oh, don’t be, I may have told a tiny lie about when I was getting married. After she perhaps hinted that would be the only week she was unavailable.” An absolutely wicked smirk on her face.

“My my, Mrs. Bagwell, what would Jesus say?” Kate said in a dramatic impression of Karen’s voice that had tutted after them as young girls. “Probably Well Done. You know how he feels about demons." Edwina muttered.

And couldn’t hold back the laughter that echoed through the kitchen for several minutes

#bridgerton and sons au #kate + Edwina #sheffield family feels #kate sheffield #kate sharma #edwina sheffield #edwina sharma #molly's asks and answers #karens being karens

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espieviolet99 · 2 years

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Birthday Countdown 1 Week to go (A.K.A 7 DAYS)

Adela came dancing into the room, as she does. Kozik came to thoroughly enjoy this side of her - and he was glad to witness these, as he knew she was in a good mood and was happy, and it filled his heart with joy.

“1 week to go now, guysssssss!” She dabbed, specifically towards Jax. “Ri-” Jax smirked, standing. “And!” She interrupted him, standing still and point straight at him. “It’s now been 6 years!”

Most of the Sons knew exactly what she meant, even though it took a moment. The clubhouse erupted in cheers and she was passed from Son to Son, as they all hugged her and praised her for the mighty feat.

“I don’t....” Kozik trailed off. “Oh, have I not told you?” She asked, frowning. “Told me what?” “Surely, you’ve noticed the scars?” She quietly asked, toeing the floor.

Kozik took a moment to realise what she meant, as he looked to her arm. Though, she wore her Espeon sweater today, her sleeves were rolled up - and he could see the scars he didn’t fully notice before. He did, but he had never been one to make assumptions or press for the stories. He carefully held her arm, examining the marks more closely.

“I’m so proud of you, baby.” He told her, pulling her towards him, tilting her chin up to plant a sweet, loving kiss to her lips.

#birthday countdown #7 days til my birthday y'all #sons of anarchy #herman kozik

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weirdochick56 · 5 years

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Mr. Evans- Chris Evans AU Chapter Eleven

Teacher!Chris Evans x Student!Reader

Warnings: TeacherxStudent relationship. Slightly Underage reader x adult teacher. Explicit language cause of course. Angst. Fluff.

Disclaimers: I don’t condone relationships of this kind this is for entertainment purposes only.

Word Count: 3, 516 words

A/N: GUYSSSSSSS (sry for being so obnoxious lmao). I’m so sad this fic is almost coming to an enddddddddd. (I’ve had a lot of coffee can you tell?) No, but seriously, I love it so much. 😥😥 Granted “Mr. Evans II” will be coming out soon after but stilllllll. Ugh. We should totally do something for the finale of it, tho!! Like a special little something that can live in my blog. Please send messages or asks with any ideas you might have!! They are all welcomed and no idea is too “stupid”.

Read Chapter Ten Here!!

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Peace. Silence. Never-ending stillness. And yet- there was also this sense of excitement. Warmth. Comfort.

That was what laying next to Mr. Evans in bed felt like.

You were pressed up to eachother, both on your backs. Your sides barely brushing and a shock of electricity passing through your fingertips as they brush against each other in a temptingly fleeting touch of skin.

Your chest ached with an overwhelming need to hold his hand, but you were afraid that he wouldn’t want to or that he’d push you away.

But his own hand twitches, leaving you to wonder if you're wrong in your anxieties.

You center yourself with the feel of him instead. Of his body heat radiating onto your skin. Of his scent filling your nostrils from every side, dizzying you.

The action itself was so simple, so mundane and maybe that was exactly what made it so incredible. The fact that it wasn’t riddled with hidden anxieties, fears. The fact that for this moment, you were just two people who wanted each other close and that despite not knowing exactly what came after this moment of complete tranquillity that, that was all this was in the now.

And that the now was all that mattered. Not the future or the raging storm that was inevitable to come.

Your heartbeats were steady and alive and your nerve endings thrummed with life and you almost wondered how you would do without it; this feeling. Almost. You pushed the thought away as soon as it flashed in your brain, not wanting to disturb the peace.

It’s funny how- even in the most peaceful moments, one can still feel so awake and in tune with another.

You turn on your side to look at him. There were so many words to describe him and yet none of them were enough. None would do him justice

He was flat on his back, facing the ceiling. His other hand was folded over his stomach and his face was scrunched into a thoughtful frown. His gentle gaze was hardened, lost but guarded.

You relished in his beauty like you’d done so many times before, but couldn’t help but feel this time it was entirely different. Intimate. For the first time you could see him clearly.

He was so beautiful, so consuming. Everything about him.

His passion for all literature, the way he smiles when he’s happy or sad or smug. The way he furrows his brows scratches his beard, purses his lips when he’s working or concentrating. The way he engrosses himself with others, the way he gives his time to make sure everyone is comfortable and happy in his class.

The way he looks at you, eyes glimmering with a tiny twinkle that you could never quite place. The light of him and how kind he was.

As you watch him, you take in all the curves of his face. Some were soft dips and gentle, some were sharp and abrupt, all of them were perfect though. Because all of them made him. Him.

You suddenly felt something so strong, so overwhelming, so, so....powerful press against your chest. It filled your ribs, infested your very blood with its sweet fervor. Marked you with his scent, his gaze, his very essence.

It feels like your chest is expanding so wide with happiness and warmth and-and...

And you loved it. This. What he made you feel. It was scary, being so attached to someone else. But you loved that it was him. You loved the prospect of being able to be called his. You loved...

Holy fuck.

“Holy fuck.” The words tumble out of you in a rough whisper, your thoughts exploding out of your mouth without regard to anything else.

You were shocked as the realization dawned. Not at the realization itself but at the fact that it didn’t really shock you at all.

Because you’d known. You’d known the moment you laid eyes on him.

It was just now you could finally articulate this feeling. This feeling only he could make you feel.

You-

“What’s wrong sweetheart?”

Mr. Evans is leaning on his side in a split second, voice is coarse with concern and his beautiful face is peering down at you with furrowed brows.

You lick your lips slowly, mind racing, putting everything together a hundred miles per second.

“Sweetheart?”

You look at him, but you aren’t seeing him. Not really- too busy trying to come to terms with what you’ve just discovered.

“I’m fine,” you mumble, smiling weakly.

He raises his brows, reaching up to brush tendrils hair away from your face. His hand cups your cheek, and he forces you to look at him, regarding you closely.

“Are you sure about that?”

Your heart flutters at the gesture and you smile comfortingly, hoping it’s more convincing this time.

“I am,” you reassure him.

He watches you for a few seconds more before a small smile curls his lips. “Okay,” he relents but doesn’t lean away, only keeps watching you.

Less with a critical eye and a more admiring one.

He taps your nose ad chuckles, his own scrunching up. “You have the cutest nose, I swear.”

Your nose scrunches up instinctively at the compliment and you blush. “Really?”

He laughs, pecking it softly and leaning away to look you in the eye with tenderness. “Yes.” His thumb grazes your cheekbone and his smile softens into a more serious expression. “Can I ask you something?”

You smile sweetly up at him, leaning into his warm touch. “Sure.”

He exhales sharply, gaze pinning yours down. “Would you believe me if I told you you’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever laid eyes on?”

Your breath hitches and you freeze, chest concaving. “What?”

He smiles funnily. “Well?”

You purse your lips, snorting as if the notion was utterly ridonculous. “No. Why would I ever believe something like that? Being the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen would require me to actually be beautiful which I’m not so-”

He immediately stops you, his face fierce with conviction. “Stop. Stop saying that about yourself. Stop doubting how incredible you are. I- God,” he rasps, eyes tortured with pain as they gaze deeply into yours. He licks his lips frustratingly and you can’t help but feel like he’s upset with you. “I don’t understand how you could think that you’re anything less than breathtaking, sweetheart. I mean do you even realize- every time I look at you it’s like the first time all over again. You-” he struggles to fight against his emotions and express what he feels clearly. “You glow. I don’t know any other way to explain it other than you radiate the purest light. You are light. You’re an angel, sweetheart and I just- I just wished I could give you m-my eyes or something. I wish I could somehow implant my perspective into you s-so that you could see yourself the way I see you. Because if you did, you would realize that everything about you, even your flaws, they’re all perfect. I-”

He stutters in trying to explain to you, and his hand shakes with emotion.

He inhales deeply, forehead resting against yours tenderly like he’s run out of energy all in one breath.

“I’m so tired,” he whispers shakily against you. “I’m so tired of fighting this. Of fighting what my very being is telling me. Of what my heart wants more than anything else. I’m so tired of wanting you and not being able to have you.”

Your breath gets caught in your throat, a lump already forming in your esophagus.

“I-” the lump pushes, forcing the words to choke up.

He exhales deeply onto your skin and digs his fingers into your hair. “I just wish-” he breathes in. “I just wish we didn’t have to worry about everyone else looking in on what we have.”

You recognize what he says. You recognize it because it’s exactly what you're feeling.

“I know,” you breathe. “I know.”

He sags against you. “I don’t know what to do. I know what’s right but I don’t-” his lips tremble. “I- dammit. I didn’t expect to feel like this about you,” he rasps.

You look him in the eye, desperate to get something out of him. “Feel like what?”

He chuckles humorlessly, brilliant blue eyes flickering with hurt. His answer is simple but riddled so many complex emotions you’ve yet to figure out.

“Like you’re the very air I breathe.”

Your lips inevitably quirk up into a smile, innocent and starstruck. He doesn’t smile back, his face creased with concern and very clearly a deep and dark internal turmoil.

But he doesn’t say anything. You don’t want him to either. Not yet, at least. This was a lot to admit for one night and you didn’t want to push him.

You get an idea but feel a bit bashful to ask it out loud.

“Mr. Evans?” you practically choke on your words.

“Yeah, angel?”

You both smile simultaneously at the other, your heart warming with elation and bliss.

“Hold me?” You bite your lip nervously.

He sighs out a small laugh, brushing his thumb over your blushing cheek. “Sure thing.”

You chuckle softly, facing away from him as you both naturally settle into a comfortable spooning position.

His arms are warm and strong as they wrap around you and his chest is broad and firm beneath your back. His warmth envelops you like a safety blanket and you inhale deeply, eyes fluttering shut. His scent wafts into your airways- all musky and cinnamony and you still feel like drowning in it over and over again.

His nose digs into your hair as he inhales your scent as well, arms wrapping tighter around you.

You could feel tears welling up as you thought about how safe you felt right now. And how you’d never really felt it before. Not only that but how right this felt. How you two fit with eachother. Like puzzle pieces.

His heartbeat was steady and strong against your spine and your own fell in sync with his.

“Thank you,” you breathe, fighting back your tears from shining through in your voice.

“For what?” His mumble vibrates through you and you can’t help but shiver at the deep timbre of his voice.

“For this. All of it. For coming to get me at that party and saving me from James and for letting me stay here.”

And for making me feel so incredible, you added mentally.

He squeezes you gently. “I could never let anyone hurt you if I had the power to stop it.”

You trail your fingers over his arm absentmindedly, softly raking your nails over his blonde hairs. “You’re really warm,” you hum, pressing up against him.

He chuckles and his abs flex against your skin. “So are you.”

“So, exactly how much do you work out?” You abruptly blurt.

He bursts out into full-blown laughter and you flip around to watch him.

This man would be the death of you, you swear. His smile is brilliant, his laughter nothing short of melodious and the small crinkles around his eyes endearing as hell.

He wipes a tear from the corner of his eye and looks at you with a small smirk.

You can’t help it when you smirk right back, shrugging sheepishly as a few giggles escape your mouth. “I’m serious. It’s a serious question.”

He shakes his head at your antics. “A lot.”

You poke his muscular bicep, wiggling your brows. “I can tell.”

“Can you now?” He raises a smug brow, flexing dramatically.

You snort. “Oh come on, don’t act like you don’t get girls running up to you every five minutes going ‘oh my God!’” You make your voice exaggeratedly shrill, biting your lip dramatically. “You’re so muscular. Can I touch?’” You bat your lashes at him and put an unrealistically hopeful expression on your face, wiggling your fingers in his face.

He guffaws, snatching your fingers and squeezing them gently. “I’m not going to lie, I do get a lot of female and male attention. I don’t like it though.” His fingers intertwine with yours.

You raise your brows, ignoring how your heart skips a beat at the simple act of holding hands. “You don’t?”

He shakes his head, eyes sincere. “No. It honestly makes me uncomfortable. I mean, I know I’m conventionally good-looking, but that’s not all there is to me, you know?”

Your serious stare at him lasts only a few seconds before you break, bursting out into boisterous laughter.

He gasps melodramatically. “Are you making fun of me, miss Y/l/n?”

You giggle. “No. I just- ‘conventionally good-looking’. Really?”

He shrugs, blushing just the tiniest bit. “What? Don’t you agree?”

“Yes, but I much prefer the word gorgeous. Or astronomically beautiful, or-”

“That’s two words,” he chimes.

You roll your eyes playfully. “Yeah, yeah. You know what I mean. You’re obviously very ‘conventionally good-looking’. But I couldn’t agree more that there is so much to unpack with you.” You boop his nose softly, gazing into his eyes cautiously.

He shifts uncomfortably but doesn’t look away. His eyes are unreadable again. It’s like he has a wall he can put up or down at command and you hate it.

“Like what?” he whispers.

You clear your throat. “Like why you work so hard to hide your hurting.” Your voice is barely above a whisper, but your eyes are as heavy as ever, scrutinizing him. Not in a harsh way though, merely keen.

He swallows audibly. “How do you know that?”

The atmosphere is now tense. The resistance he’s giving off palpable.

“I can see it. In your eyes,” you murmur.

And for a moment, solely a split-second, his eyes flare up with that pain again and you feel like the wall is crumbling and you’ll finally be able to fully read him.

But the look is gone as soon as it arrives- a soft simper in its stead now.

“And you know what I see in yours? Exhaustion. C’mon,” he mumbles, squeezing your fingers in warning. “Let’s go to sleep.”

You deadpan, letting him know you’re aware of the warning.

“Do you still want me to hold you?” he whispers as he turns the lamp on your side off.

You sigh to signal not being happy at his very unsubtle deflection of the topic, but nod either way because of course you still wanted him to hold you.

So he does, cradling your against his chest as you both instinctively curl up into each other.

Your heartbeats settle into the inky darkness of the room and your bodies sink into the softness of the bed and each other, completely relaxed. The exhaustion of the day finally sink into your bones and your eyes lids grow heavy.

“Goodnight, sweetheart,” he whispers into your hair.

You lightly stroke his arm with your thumb. “Goodnight Mr. Evans.”

You slowly begin to be lulled into a deep sleep by the pure comfort you feel, eyelids fluttering shut.

“Sweetheart?”

“Hm?” you hum tiredly.

“Call me Chris,” he whispers.

“Chris,” you repeat back in a croak, on the very brink of deep sleep. “Okay.”

The rest of what he says you don’t know if you hear correctly, but it’s not long before the darkness completely takes over and you slip into the deepest most comfortable sleep you’ve had in your whole life.

When you wake up, it’s because of the sunlight flittering in through the curtains. You squint against it, groaning and turning over in bed.

Your head is absolutely pounding and your mouth is drier than a desert.

It doesn’t all come rushing back to you until your face has been shoved into a pillow that smells distinctly like men’s shampoo for a few minutes.

Party. Margo leaving. James. Mr. Evans. Punching James. Carrying you. Kiss. Mr. Evans. Sleep. In his bed. Cuddling. Mr. Evans.

You briskly sit up in bed but quickly thereafter have to hold your head as you get dizzy from the pain. “Shit!”

You were in Mr. Evans’ bed. You slept in his bed. You slept with him. In his bed. Together. While he held you. You were almost assaulted by James’ punk ass. But he saved you after-

Your mouth goes drier than what is humanly possible and you cringe so hard, you’re surprised your face doesn’t get permanently frozen in that expression.

That call you made to Mr. Evans...

You smack your face on the pillow over and over again, hoping that that’ll magically erase the memory from your very neurons and take your absolute mortification along with it. You absolutely cannot believe that you called him “out-of-this-world” hot to his face. Not to mention-

Oh, God.

Alcohol was like magic. It was like you were a completely different person under its influence. You didn’t care and you didn’t care that you didn’t which was worse. You wanted freedom from who you were and you got it.

You finally understood the appeal of alcohol. Why your father was attracted to it. It didn’t just numb you, it morphed you. Into someone without fear.

Either way, you acted like an idiot.

After a while of entertaining a wide variety of self-deprecating thoughts on your existence and who decided it was a good idea, a thought strikes you.

Where is Mr. Evans now? He wasn’t next to you this morning and-

“Morning, sweetheart.”

You jump, startled and lookup instantaneously. The thought (as well as all other thoughts) leave your mind as soon as your gaze flickers upward to the general direction from which his voice came.

As soon as you do, though, your mouth falls open and your stomach clenches.

Now you know for a fact that Chris Robert Evans will be the death of you someday.

Today is that day, most likely.

Because this absolute Adonis of a man has walked into his room, with all his wet after-shower glory glistening in the morning sun and only a towel hanging way too low on his hips to cover his modesty.

Holy shit.

Your breath hitches as you closely watch water droplets gradually roll off his damp hair onto his smooth neck, making a torturous trajectory down his firm chest and gently rolling off his hard abs. They continue past his well-defined v-line and then slowly disappear into his towel.

Your eyes unintentionally linger on his crotch area, slightly widening when you realize that what you suspected about him was not wrong at all.

If anything, it was better.

...bigger, you know what I mean?

You’re frozen still, your whole body hot, your brain overridden with way too much too fast. Too much perfection hitting you in the face all at once, zapping your nerve endings alive and buzzing.

Holy. Shit.

Your tongue pokes out from inbetween your lips and you lick them subconsciously, unable to fully comprehend what it was you were seeing.

The morning light made him look impossibly hotter and your mouth feels drier by the second, as your eyes fully take him in from head to toes. His skin is smooth and glows with an impossible golden hue. His hair looked like spun gold as it curled around his wet forehead, his eyes seemed bluer than before.

You feel like you’ve been kicked in the chest, your thoughts racing with filthy images of how this very moment could go for you both. I’ll tell you this much; none of them ending with you still a virgin.

His mouth seems plumper than usual, too. More silky smooth and luscious and tempting as it moved. And holy crap if you didn’t want to jump his gorgeous bones this very instant.

You notice he’s saying something and slowly zone into what he’s saying.

“...do you want some?”

You blink idiotically at him, “huh?”

He laughs, smirking knowingly. “I said; I’m making pancakes do you want some?”

You tilt your head as he spins around in search of clothing, trying to get a better view of his round ass. “Uh-huh.”

“You can also shower. There are towels in the closet, help yourself. I also may have some clothes that’ll fit you,” he continues, spinning around to face you again.

You nod absentmindedly, fascinated by the way his long fingers clasped around the edge of the towel, holding it up.

But what if he was to suddenly let it go? What would hide underneath it? God, you just wanted to know. So, so bad-

“And sweetheart?” His voice snaps you back to his eyes as he walks toward the door.

“Yeah?” you murmur.

He grins. “You have a little drool right...there.” He swipes his thumb over the corner of his lip and spins on his heels, walking out.

His laughter bounces off the hallways walls as you frantically wipe at your mouth, blushing madly- only to find you weren’t actually drooling.

You sigh, falling onto your back and rubbing at your face.

“Holy fuck,” you breathe out incredulously, your heart racing in your ribcage.

Holy fuck, indeed.

Read Chapter Twelve Here!!

I went a little overboard with this CH. so I had to cut it off here, u guys. Sorry.

On the bright side though, Ch. 12 will be juicy as hell!

Also, I wanted to ask you help for ideas on what we could do on my blog for the finale of “Mr. E I” because it just means so much to me that so many of you enjoy it and maybe find soltice in it so if you didn’t read my A/N at the beginning please do so!

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ownopinions-blog · 5 years

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I ALWAYS knew Hailey loved Justin since things started happening between them (the first time Jelena broke up). I posted something a while back about Shawn and Hailey at the MET Gala. I explained how I hated that couple because I didn't like Hailey that much (I explained my reason). But then I started liking Shailey because Shawn seemed happy. But then, they broke things off and she started dating officially Justin. Shawn released his Rolling Stones story and how he deep down knew Hailey was in love with Justin. He obviously didn't use this exact words. It was so unfair. Hailey has always been in love with Justin. But Justin played her. He was still in love with Selena when things started happening between them two. And when Hailey wanted more, Justin broke things off and pictures of Jelena started scrolling through internet. Since then, Hailey and Justin never spoke again. Even in Hailey’s bday, Kendall Jenner sent her muffins that spelled “Fuck Him”. Months passed and then the whole Shailey thing started. But now, she is married to Justin. So all this time, she has been in love with JB. So she never liked Shawn? Was she with him just because fame? Or to get Justin’s attention?

I’m not saying I don't ship Justin and Hailey. I love that couple. It took me some time to like it (because I was a HUGE Jelena shipper) but now I love it. I just hated that our baby got hurt in the middle. And that he was probably used. I really hope Shawn finds someone that makes him the happiest guy on Earth and to keep him sane. Love you Shawn to the moon and back.

and OMG I CANT WAIT FOR DECEMBER 14TH. FIRST TIME SEEING HIM LIVE GUYSSSSSSS

#SHAWN #SHAWN MENDES #HOT #CELEB #JELENA #JUSTIN BIEBER #JUSTIN #HAILEY #HAILEY BIEBER #SHAILEY #MET GALA #SELENA #SELENA GOMEZ

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4evertimeless · 5 years

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You guysssssss!!!!! I just realized this, but Flynn gets to be a cowboy in the finale! His childhood dream is coming true and I am so happy for him! (Also I will die if we get either a scene where he gets a fanboy moment or a scene where he’s finished puting on his cowboy clothes and Lucy says something about how he always wanted to be a cowboy!)

🤠🤠🤠

#timeless #garcia flynn #nbc timeless #timeless nbc #garcy #lucy x flynn #lucy preston #time team #clockblockers #cowboy #sony timeless

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goaldengoats · 6 years

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Guysssssss. Today is our 6th wedding anniversary. We went out to eat at a local farm to table restaurant. Like super local, I run buy it all the time. I can’t even tell you what any of the pictures are of cause I’m not high class enough to understand the menu LOL. This is what I do know. They knew I was a vegetarian from when we made the reservation, he went over all my options without having to ask. The food was literally INCREDIBLE. I’m so full and so tired and so happy.

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cindy-chu · 6 years

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I watched my episode again by myself because last night was wild (in the BEST way) and I wanted to focus on it quietly, and I am feeling so fully suffused with happiness and gratitude that I got to do what I love for a week IN HAWAII (!!!) and share it with so many of you. I’m so moved by everyone who showed up to watch it with me, and those of you who watched at home, and sent me texts and messages with kind words and congratulations. I’m truly touched by the outpouring of love and support from you guys... Added bonus, Bryce McBratnie was able to make it to the viewing party and he also played a large part (as a “slithery snake”) in the episode. My agent is happy, a friend told me a compliment from the director because he knows the director’s wife, I’ve got some new fans, I’m part of a new “ship” for #Junmy (Junior & Cammy, #BringCammyBack lol) and you guysssssss...the biggest compliment? My MOM told me she cried watching the last scene, from MY acting! But in true Asian parent fashion, any compliment comes with a comedown, haha, and she said my dad only watched the opening and then went to bed, hahahaha. Gotta keep us humble! The little girl in me who always dreamed of being an actor in Hollywood had her moment to shine last night, and I’m so utterly giddy and grateful for all the friends and family in my life who have supported and believed in me along the way. May this be the start of something even greater. Thank you William De Los Santos for taking most of these photos! #H50 #hawaiifive0 #actorslife #watchparty #asianactor #representationmatters #dreamcometrue #gratitude

#asianactor #watchparty #dreamcometrue #junmy #bringcammyback #actorslife #hawaiifive0 #gratitude #h50 #representationmatters

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paisleypikachu · 5 years

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What’s a banned book that you love? • Ahhhhhh guysssssss it’s hereeeee!!! I’ve been so excited for this book for so long and it’s here! @dconnis wrote one of my favorite books of 2017, The Temptation of Adam, and I’ve been excited for anything else he will write since then. SUGGESTED READING puts banned books at the forefront, and I do love me some books about books! I’ll drop the synopsis in the comments, definitely check it out, and help me wish Dave a very very happy release day! And with that, I’m off to go start reading! • • • #tbrtuesday #tbr #suggestedreading #daveconnis #steelepages https://www.instagram.com/p/B2hmhO6ASFH/?igshid=17hiy2fzmzbtj

#tbrtuesday #tbr #suggestedreading #daveconnis #steelepages

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mochimim · 7 years

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My sunshine boy

Genre: Fluff and a bit of angst

Word count: 1.5k

Pairing: Hoseok x ?? member

Warnings: N/A

A/N: hihi guysssssss i just found this old draft i did about a year ago???? idk but it was there and i found the storyline pretty interesting so i tidied it up a little bit and bOOM now it’s here enjoyyyyy ALSO PS i didn’t set a fixed member in this bc i want the reader to choose their own character, if that makes sense!! anyway enough of my ramblings, ENJOYYYYY

Where I live, sunflowers symbolise loss and death. But not for us.

For us, it symbolises hope.

We met in a sunflower field when we were eleven. I was at my worst, and he picked me up instead of kicking me to the curb like all my other eleven year old friends.

“Excuse me, why are you crying?” I heard a voice that reminded me of bells and I immediately faced the owner of the voice. He was the most beautiful boy my younger self had ever seen. Even now, I still think that he’s still the most beautiful boy I have ever seen.

“Stay out of it,” I snapped, and a single cinematic tear slipped down my cheek as I remembered the big, fat, red B on my test paper.

“Bad grades, huh?” He sat down next to me and my mouth hung open. Could he read my mind?

“I sit behind you in school,” he bashfully admitted and I took the time to study his face. He didn’t look familiar at all, but I didn’t mention anything.

“Hey,” he slung an arm around me as fresh tears fell from my eyes. “I’m sure it’s not that bad. You’re the best student in class. Here.” He picked a swiss army knife out of one of his pockets and cut through a nearby sunflower’s stem. I was very worried about the mental health of this boy. Why was he was carrying a knife around? He must be slightly crazy, I thought to myself.

“Have a sunflower.” he grinned at me as he placed the sunflower into my lap, and all my doubts towards him just melted away.

“My mother said sunflowers represent death and sadness , but I think they’re really pretty, like you.”

Frankly, I’ve never blushed as hard as I did then.

“Wait!” I shouted as he turned to walk away. “What’s your name?”

“Jung Hoseok.” I nodded, knowing that I would remember his name till the day I died.

“See you around, my sunflower.”

And he sprinted away.

I felt my face burning up, but I didn’t really mind. I looked down at the sunflower and inspected it carefully. No bites, no insects, no flaws. Just perfect.

Maybe getting a B wasn’t so bad after all.

I didn’t know whether to say hi to him the next day, or to just ignore him completely. I did the latter because I was too shy to walk up to him, let alone talk to him.

But, of course, I was forced to talk to him.

We were partnered up for a small project, and we decided that he would go over to my house after school. Well, he insisted and I just kept quiet.

When we arrived at my very small apartment, he immediately spotted the thing that I deliberately tried to hide and pointed to it.

“Hey, that’s the sunflower I gave you yesterday!” He did a small dance of excitement and I couldn’t help but giggle.

“It’s only been two days since I really met you, but I think our friendship will last for a long, long time.”

He was right. We were friends all the way until we were twenty. We went through everything together, especially all awkward phases. He stuck with me when I thought electric blue eyeshadow was a good idea, and I definitely stuck with him through his braces phase.

When we felt angry or sad, we would naturally gravitate towards each other. He had a few boyfriends and girlfriends while we were still in school, and I had one boyfriend. Whenever he broke up with one of them, he came to me to rant. And I would always say the same thing to reassure him: “There's someone out there for you. Just be patient.”

And when I broke up with my boyfriend, he would mock my reassuring words lovingly, and it made me laugh. He knew exactly how to make me happy, and I knew how to make him smile, not that it was common not to see him grinning.

And he would pick me a sunflower almost every fortnight.

“You’ll empty the entire field in no time.” I once told him when he gave me yet another flower.

“But, it’s for you. It’s fine, I’ll take that risk.”

The sunflower giving was taken pretty platonically, until I realised that I loved him on his twentieth birthday. Then, I started to perceive things differently. The flowers seemed brighter, and so was the sun, both Hoseok and the one in the sky. And I never could keep my feelings to myself, so I confessed to him that week. And luckily, he felt the same way too.

And that’s how we got together.

Our time spent as a couple was nothing short of amazing. Every date seemed like a casual hangout. Neither of us liked going out and spending too much money, so our dates were usually spent at either of our houses, eating pizza and watching a terrible scary movie. We were like best friends with a different label, and it was good.

Until it wasn’t.

When he broke the news that he would be going to America to go and study dance, I was devastated. I hated the concept of long distance relationships, especially since most of them didn’t work out. But, he was persistent, so I reluctantly agreed and kissed him on the cheek for good luck.

He said he would call me every day, and he did, at least for the first month. Then, he started getting busier and busier, and stopped calling as often. I wanted to take the initiative to rekindle the relationship that was burning out and I tried calling him, but he would either tell me that he was busy or would talk to me for 5 minutes at most. I was upset, but I understood.

When he totally stopped calling, I wasn’t worried like I thought I would be, but I kind of missed him. I missed his smile, his laugh, everything about him. But, I forced myself to get over him. Even though we hadn’t formally broken up, he was obviously over me, due to the millions of pictures he posted of him with other people who were much better looking than me. There was one girl in particular, not extremely pretty, not extremely famous, but I got a very sweet vibe from her. He posted the most photos with her, and so I assumed that she was his girlfriend.

It’s okay, I’m okay.

It was not until my 25th birthday that I saw him again. For four years, I forced myself to forget Hoseok and everything associated with him. I met a new guy, Kim Namjoon, and I fell deeply in love with him. He was kind, caring and had a great smile that could brighten up anyone’s day. But, every time I saw a sunflower, I would cringe, so he made sure that I would never see another sunflower ever again.

We were just hanging out at home, casually celebrating my birthday, when there was a knock at my door. I reluctantly got off the couch, opened the door and saw a strangely familiar man.

He had brown hair and wore a bright smile on his face, and was holding a sunflower in his hands.

“Hoseok?” I gasped, and he nodded. “What are you doing here?”

“I’m back, like I promised.” He smiled at me, and my heart stopped for a moment.

“Please Hoseok, please go.” I pleaded him when Namjoon looked in my direction.

“Jagiya, is everything alright?” Namjoon asked from the living room when he sensed my nervousness. And that’s when Hoseok’s smile started to fade.

“Jagiya?”

“Look, I can explain,” I rushed out, and I told Namjoon that I was fine. I half expected him to get angry, to throw the sunflower to the ground and walk away. But he just stood there, waiting for me to say something.

“Hoseok, you left me for four years without any contact. You just left the year with me back here when you went to America. You can’t just expect me to drop everything I have right now just to be with you.” I sighed, and he visibly shrank.

“Look, I’m so sorry. I was so busy at school that I totally neglected you. But, I’m done now. I can be with you forever. Please, take me back.”

“Hoseok, I can’t. I’m in a relationship that’s still going strong. I love him. I have my own career to worry about, and so do you. And don’t you have a girlfriend as well?”

“Sohye? She isn’t my girlfriend, she’s just a friend, trust me.” He took my hands and I didn’t feel the will to pull my hands away. “Please.”

“I’m sorry.”

I couldn’t bear to look at him.

I heard some shifting, and he placed the sunflower into my hands. I turned back to him and saw his tear-stained face staring back. He gave me a weak smile, took in a deep breath and turned away.

And there my sunshine boy went.

#btssunshinenet #bangtan bookclub #hoseok fluff #hoseok angst #bts fluff #bts angst #jung hoseok #j-hope #hoseok #bts #bangtan

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