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k babes but….we’re only just getting started…..
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With their 2-1 Victory against Germany, England win the 2022 European Championship.
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‘we all have the same 24 hours in the day’ but we don’t have the same opportunities, environment, wealth, family support, connections, privileges, mental and physical health, or circumstances
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john stones on chicken shop date
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Anonymous asked:
could u maybe do fic where it’s john and poppy again. maybe this time, the guy who didn’t stick around wants to take her away because it’s “his” daughter, and he’s like a really crappy human being. then like at her 5th or 6th birthday party, he shows up and like the england squad is there because they love poppy as well. then y/n gets nervous and the boys and john just go full on protective mode?
yessss!!!! i love this idea :)
piece by piece
inspired by piece by piece by kelly clarkson bc i felt it fits this request nicely :) enjoy x
You knew somewhere deep down that something wasn’t going to be right this week. You hadn’t been able to put your finger on it, really. At first thinking it was maybe just your emotions because your baby was turning five somehow, then you thought maybe it was the stress of unpacking into a brand new house so close to that birthday. But neither of those things seemed to really make you stressed out enough to cause such unease in your physical and mental being.
“Mummy do you know what uncle Jackie said?” Poppy asks, breaking you out of your trance with her sweet little voice as she sits on the kitchen counter next to you. She’s watching you wash her strawberries as she sits cross legged on that shining marble surface, literally brand new like the rest of the entire interior of the house that you and John picked out together. He hadn’t let you know a single solitary price tag on anything, ensuring that you didn’t hold back on a single choice because you worried about the cost. Years of being a single mother instilled that in you, but he was very slowly attempting to eradicate it. He had more money than he could ever spend, and thus absolutely adored spending it on you and his little Poppet. “What did he say, baby?” You encourage, her eyes lightening up at the opportunity to talk about her favourite uncle. Jack was such a big kid at heart and so he had got on so well with your daughter from the second John introduced them.
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who suggested this?
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Anonymous asked:
I seen a Tik Tok of a girl and a guy with the guy leaving and saying I love you and the girl not saying it back - thought the guy had a similar accent to John stones. could I maybe request something like that please and thank you.
went searching for it to write this fic and I thought the same - he does sound a bit like John!!! also thank you for that - video made me howl!!
Say it Back
John had been a pretty private guy for most of your relationship. It was a well known fact that you two had been together for years, but any insight into your relationship was small, brief and rare. it was usually camera caught moments by paparazzi after games or tidbits in magazines when you were spotted outside together.
The only actual look people got into the two of you that weren’t shady hidden behind bush photographs that made you, John and anyone who stumbled across those articles majorly uncomfortable was through your instagram. You shared few and far between pictures of him. If he preferred to share only the football aspect of his life with the world, then that was for only John to decide. You were more than aware that most people only followed you because of him, but to be totally honest you couldn't have cared less.
You weren't a hugely private person when it came to many aspects of your life. It paid for you not to be. You met John at 22 in a very fast paced episode of you life where you were wrapping up a final year of uni and bouncing around just enjoying your life, sharing intimate stories at parties that broke the ice and made everybody cry with laughter. John actually admired that about you. The ability to turn absolutely everything no matter how potential personal, uncomfortable or awkward into a hysterically funny story.
He didn't at all feel forced out of his comfort zone with you, his opening up just came so natural as he observed how much people genuinely appreciated how open you were about things. John truly aspired to be a lot more like you.
Maybe that's why he was open to the cheeky tidbits that you had begun to share with the world through the opening of your tiktok account.
Lockdown had quite literally gotten you both knocked flat. You'd watching everything that was of interest and there was still no word that either of you would be able to return to 'working' anytime soon. You browsed through videos on your private account, the sound of your screeching laugh always a tell tale sign that John knew would precede his phone pinging only seconds later with that same video sent to him even if he was on the other end of the couch.
It had become so addictive and John wanted to hate it, but you had roped him in quicker than he cared to admit. It also gave you something to do when there was quite literally nothing else. New things to bake, new types of coffee to try, stupid things off amazon that give you a couple hours of amusement.
You filmed a couple of videos that had blown you up pretty much as soon as people realised it was your account, which was fair. Your instagram photo dumps were cute, but the insight that people got into your life through tiktok was something that reporters could only dream of managing to capture behind bushes in the street. It gave you and John a weird kind of boost, having full power of your own exposure.
He relaxed into it so cutely. Shyly suggesting he would actually like to be involved in the baking competition video you'd talked to him about earlier that week. Even if it wasn't his face, just his hands and the cakes that he made to challenge yours because even your face wasn't in it, it was just about your beautiful cakes and his terrible attempt at a Kermit the frog design. Everybody knew it was him, but people were hysterical in those comments and there was so little negativity that you both had fallen in love with the concept of sharing your life together on here.
Just insights into the love you shared, sweet little things like a day in your lockdown life, you filming him working out in the garden with the 'what a man' sound over the top or trying to learn the renegade together after teaching him how to make whipped coffee.
People just adored everything about you two, with such an obvious love for each other that could just be felt and seen so clearly. It was in him going for the weekly shop and bringing you home flowers every time or picking up something new he seen because it looks like the kind of thing you might like to try. In the way that he looks at you in those videos, even if he says few words and spends only seconds in the frame, his face always lights up with a smile when you walk into a room even if you are doing something sneaky behind the phone.
His laugh is genuinely so infectious, everybody just loves it and loves him and John actually feels - probably for the first time in along time - that like people actually like him. And you were in love with the fact the world was getting to see and know him as the John that you love with every inch of your being.
By far, the best tik tok idea you had stumbled across one was what you had spotted a few times on your trending pages and just had to try.
"Right, I'd better head off then before it gets busy eh?" John says he mulls around in the sitting room after putting his shoes on and moving around slowly to gather his keys, wallet and a hoodie from various locations in the house. You hum in acknowledgement, eyes not leaving the TV playing reruns of friends as you lie on the couch wrapped in a burrito blanket.
You flick your phone onto tiktok to film him discreetly. "Got the list? and a mask?" You call out to him as you open the app, hearing him pat down his pockets to ensure he has both stuffed into his trousers left hand pocket. He nods and walks over to you, now filming him in a way he won't notice at all.
You actually feel a bit guilty for what you're about to do when he leans down and presses a sweet, loving kiss on your temple and suggests you have nap while he's away because he knows you didn't sleep well last night.
"Bye babe, love you!" He yells from the door, your phone pointed over the back of the couch at the entrance of the living room where you can about see him loitering in the foyer of the house, hand on the front door as he waits to hear you shout back to him like you do every single time he leaves the house - even if just going out to get something from the car. "Bye!"
"Bye!" he repeats, "I love you." He echos, this time louder than the first time as he pauses again, leaning back slightly to listen closer as to make sure he wasn't just not hearing you. "Bye babe." You retort, covering your snort of laughter with a loud clear of your throat. John furrows his eyebrows tightly and closes the door over completely. "Oi! I said bye, I love you."
"I said bye, John!" You call back out to him casually, giving the appearance that you were playing around on your phone while you actually watch him plant his hands on his waist, keys jingling together at the motion as his shopping bag remains tucked under his armpit. John's face is utterly priceless, the picture of adorable confusion as he walks straight into the living room with gusto and pace. “What’re you doing?” You giggle slightly, trying to stifle the noise as he appears into your full vision in the doorway of the large living room where you sit up.
“I said; bye I love you.” He states emphatically, gesturing with his hands to you for you to speak with his eyebrows raised expectantly. “Bye baby.” You beam, waving him off and turning back to your phone.
“You’re in love with me,” he states confidently, something like a look of clear expectation on his face, “so why aren’t you saying it back?”
That’s when you burst out laughing, giggles hiccuping out of you as he stands there, hands out at his side waiting for you to say something else. “You’re insane, away you go,” you snort though giggles, an involuntary smile ticking on his lips only for a moment before his face straightens out again. “Only if you say it back.” He protests, crossing his arms back over his chest firmly,
You’ve just lost it now, folding yourself over as you wheeze in laughter. You don’t know exactly what you expected from him, but his protest and insistence wasn’t exactly it. “Lo…love you.” You wheeze, words broken by your breathless laughter as your phone wobbles around in your hands.
“Nah, not good enough mate.” He shakes his head, chucking his folded tesco shopping bag for life down onto the other couch as he walks around towards you. “Say it like you mean it.” He insists, a teasing glint in those blue eyes you know so well.
John walks right over to you now, the situation dawning on him the second you tilt your phone to capture his movements. “You’ve made me look a right clingy bastard!” He chuckles, that signature John laugh as he throws his head back and your whole world brightens just at the sound of it, your heart flooded with happiness all because of him. You stand up from the couch to meet him where he now stands right in front of you. You turn the camera to front facing and show you stood with your head resting on his chest as he wraps his arms around you. You tilt the camera up at him, capturing him pressing that sweet kiss down on top of your head. Then you tilt your head up, subsequently shattering the hearts of every person who would come to watch this video on their tik tok because that kiss that you peck onto his lips from your tip toes is still somehow so full of love from just a small gesture and his eyes are absolutely shining in adoration for you as you mumble a sweet, smiling “Love you baby.” against his chest.
He laughs slightly, a smile overtaking his lips as he flicks his eyes to the little red bar just about to run out of time along the bottom of the recording tik tok.
“Just as well, thought I’d have to remind you before I left.”
And the ever cheeky Barnsley boy sends a very telling wink to the camera as you blush furiously right in the time that video ends, just to let everyone know exactly what he means.
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Broken
“I’m sure it’s nothing, babe. We just need to keep trying, that’s all.”
I nodded slightly, though I didn’t believe the words my husband was speaking. I wanted to, but I didn’t. He reached over and took my hand in his, squeezing it gently and kissing my temple. I closed my eyes tightly and sighed, wishing the doctor would just get in here so we could get it over with. I leaned into Chris and buried my face in his shirt, breathing in his scent. Moments later, I heard the exam room door click open and my head jerked up in anticipation.
“Hello, Mr. and Mrs. Evans. How are we today?”
“We’re fine, sir. But with all due respect, I think we’re ready to hear the verdict,” Chris said politely.
“Right.” The doctor rubbed the back of his neck with his palm and took a deep breath.
I knew it. I just knew it. I could feel my face twist together as Chris brought his arms around me and pulled me to him, ready to hold me until the tears stopped. I wasn’t sure they ever would.
2 weeks later
Maybe it’s my meds. What did that paper say? May cause infertility?
One in a million chance, I had thought.
Stupid girl. Stupid, stupid girl.
I would go back to being anxious if I could just hold a baby, my baby, in my arms. But now I’d never get the chance.
I heard a soft knock at the bedroom door and moaned in acknowledgment. Chris poked his head inside and gave me a sad smile.
“Hi, sweetheart. It’s time for dinner. I made your favorite and set out your Celexa. Do you think you could join me at the table tonight?”
I nodded slowly and pulled the covers off of my limp body, rising like a member of the undead and smelling like one as well.
God. When was the last time I had a shower?
Chris didn’t seem to notice. His smile grew genuine and he held out his hand to me, beckoning me to join the land of the living.
“It’s okay, sweetheart. We’ll find a way. I promise,” he whispered, cupping my cheek with his hand.
If you say so.
3 months later
Come on, come on, come on. Be pink. Be pink!
The timer on the bathroom counter rang with a shrill chime, signaling that the waiting period was over. I took a deep breath and looked down.
Of course not.
6 months later
“Get away from me!” I screamed at my husband, who was desperately trying to hold me.
“Baby, calm down! What is wrong with you? Did you take your medication last night?” Chris asked, his eyebrows drawn together in worry.
“Of course I did! I’m not stupid! Just don’t touch me! I don’t want you here!”
“What are you talking about? Why?”
“Just go away! I don’t want you anymore! Get away!” I cried as I backed into our bedroom, Chris following me at a safe distance.
“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” he yelled, his sudden rise in volume startling me.
“It means I’m leaving you! I can’t be with you anymore, Chris! I just can’t!” I said, tears spilling down my cheeks.
He stopped in his tracks, looking as if I had slapped him across the face.
“Wh-what?” he whispered, his voice trembling.
I sat on the bed and looked at my feet.
“You heard me. I’m leaving you. Please, just go.”
“Honey, we can work-“
“GET OUT!” I screamed, closing my eyes and covering my face with my hands.
He staggered backwards and slammed the door behind him, causing the glasses on the dresser to rattle.
I waited until I heard the front door close before allowing myself to fall apart in the midst of messy bed sheets.
I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.
The next day
I hadn’t moved from our bed since I had broken the news to my husband. I felt empty and cold, no amount of blankets warming me on the inside. I heard the door to the apartment open quietly, the unmistakable sound of Chris’s muscular figure creaking across the wood floor. I pulled the duvet over my head and waited for the inevitable argument that was headed my way. The bedroom door opened.
“Get up,” he said, more forcefully than I had ever heard him speak.
“Go away.”
“Get out of bed right now and explain to me why the hell you don’t love me anymore! Was I a bad husband? Did I do something wrong? Because clearly I fucked up somehow!”
I began to cry under the sheets, wanting everything to just stop. I heard him storm across the room.
“GET UP!” he screamed, ripping the covers off of me and looking at me with eyes full of anger and confusion and sadness.
“What do you want from me, Chris?” I yelled as I sat upright.
“I want you to tell me why! I need to know!”
“I don’t love you,” I said flatly.
“That’s a lie,” he spat. “Try again.”
“I mean it! I don’t love you anymore! I’m tired of you! Why can’t you just believe that and let me go?”
“I don’t believe you! You are lying to me, your husband! Now tell me!” he said, grabbing me by the shoulders and getting down on my level.
“Chri-“
“TELL ME!” he cried, his voice filled with so much hurt that it broke my resolve.
I pushed him away from me and stood up, pacing the floor as my eyes grew wet.
“Fine! Here you go! It’s me! That’s why! You are so perfect and kind and gentle and loving and all I am is a wreck! A complete wreck that totally doesn’t deserve you!”
I had his full attention.
“I can’t go out in public without being an embarrassing, anxiety-ridden mess!” I sobbed, gathering steam. “I need medication to make sure I don’t panic myself into an emotionless shell! And I can’t give you children! Don’t you understand? You’re perfect and I’m broken! Broken.”
The last word came out in a whimper as I leaned back against the wall and hugged myself tightly. There it was, my heart out in the open. The thoughts that swirled around in my head day after day, killing me slowly.
I waited in silence for what seemed like ages, sobs wracking my body as I struggled to be strong.
Suddenly, I was pressed against the wall, my wrists tightly wrapped in his hands and his legs against mine, holding me back. He pressed his lips to mine and kissed me harshly. I tried to free my hands and push him away, fighting with all my might, but he was too strong. My God, was he strong.
He smelled so good, and he was so warm. I missed him. I missed him so much. I eventually began kissing him back and he slowly let go of my arms, allowing me to run my fingers through his hair. Just as everything was getting heated, he pulled away from me and looked into my eyes.
“Don’t you ever say that again. You’re not broken,” he ordered.
“Yes I am. You know I am,” I sniffed.
“Alright, fine. You’re slightly crazy, you snore, you hog the covers, you can’t cook to save your life, and it is taking a tad bit longer than we expected to have a baby. But if you’re ‘broken,’ as you say, then I will forever be your glue.”
My eyes filled with new tears as I smiled genuinely for the first time in months. He smiled back and began kissing me again, wrapping his arms around my waist and dragging me backwards towards the bed. I giggled as he tossed me gently onto the mattress and crawled on top of me, smirking mischievously in that Chris-like way. I nodded and closed my eyes as the love of my life kissed my neck and sighed.
“I love you,” he breathed into my skin.
“I love you, too.”
2 months later
I will forever be your glue.
His words rang over and over in my head as the annoyingly familiar buzz of the timer sounded in the quiet bathroom.
“Baby? We’re going to be late for lunch with my mom. Are you ready?” Chris called from the other side of the door.
“Just a second!” I said, nervously bouncing up and down as the seconds counted down.
Three, two, one…
I smacked the device’s off button before it could scream. I didn’t want Chris figuring out what I was doing and getting his hopes up.
No matter what, he loves you. He’s your glue. He’s your glue. Here goes nothing.
I covered my eyes and looked down, peeking through my fingers at the tiny screen on the little plastic stick.
“Oh my God.”
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"In my culture, death is not the end. it's more of a stepping off point. You reach out with both hands and Bast and Sekhmet, they lead you into a green veld where... you can run forever."
Rest in peace, Chadwick.
Heartbroken. Rest in power Chadwick ❤️❤️
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Henry Cavill Master List
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Jonathan Groff singing “Reindeers Are Better Than People” behind the scenes at Mindhunter (via instagram)
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Masterlist: She’s the One
I decided to make a separate masterlist for my Chris x mom!Reader series, just so my main masterlist looks a little cleaner. I also finally gave it an overall series title! This way it’s easier to send requests or questions that are specific to this storyline!
First Meeting
Talk to Me
Home
Better Off
Sick
Always Welcome
Questions
Rest of My Life
It Happens
Not Now
Different
Worth It
Lucky
Happy
Our Superhero
Going Public
A Family Thing
Kicks
Bad Dream
Love You Beary Much
Meeting the Family (Part One)
Meeting the Family (Part Two)
Reminder: This series is not written in a particular order, but you can find it listed in chronological order here!
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"I stopped telling people that I was okay. I started reaching out for help. I started opening up, but what I didn't realize was that it didn't matter whether you tell them or not. They will never care enough to be there."
— notes from the mentally ill girl
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Date Night Jar
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Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader Word Count: 1,287 Warnings: none Square Filled: Date Night Jar Prompt: “I don’t lose things. I place things in locations which later elude me.” A/N: Another square for @marvelfluffbingo 2020 as well as my entry for my own Psych challenge (and there’s still time to sign up)! As always a HUGE thank you to the best bestie around @arrowsandmixtapes for looking over my stuff and making sure it isn’t terrible. If you want to be added to my tag list please let me know! Feedback is cool :)
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Wuthering Heights challenge: Day 10
Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader
Prompt: I have not broken your heart–you have broken it–and in breaking it, you have broken mine.
headcanon | drabble | oneshot
You keep your arms crossed over your chest as you look out your apartment window, staring at the cab that will take your boyfriend away for eight months. You want to scream. You want to cry. You just want it all to go away.
Chris sets his bags down by the door and walks over to you, but you don’t turn to look at him. You can’t bring yourself to look him in the eye. If you give him one more glance you won’t be able to let him leave. If you look at him you know you’ll cave and beg him to stay, to not go film that stupid movie, to not break up with you because the long distance will be too hard–just stay and everything will be okay. But you can’t tell him not to go. He’s been looking forward to shooting this movie since he heard about it and you’d never forgive yourself if you took that away from him because you were feeling too selfish to let him go.
But it still fucking hurts.
Chris nears you until your back is pressed up against his chest. The warmth radiates off of him and wraps around you in a warm embrace, followed by his arms that pull you in closer to him. He rests his head in the crook of your neck.
“Tell me not to go,” he whispers, his beard tickling your skin.
You can’t look at him as you say, “You need to do this, Chris.”
“I need to be with you, Y/N,” he argues. “You’re the love of my life.”
You’re unable to argue with that. He’s the love of your life, too. You know this hurts him as much as it hurts you, but he’ll be grateful in the end. He needs to put his career first. And he knows that. Deep down, he knows that, but right now the pain is messing with his head, making him more emotional than logical.
He breathes in deeply, accepting the situation as he breathes in your scent. “Let me make love to you one more time,” he suggests.
“Chris…” you hesitate, but the idea is tempting to both of you.
“I can’t leave before I’m inside of you again,” he says as he gives your neck several butterfly kisses. “Please, Y/N. Give me a final memory to hold onto while I’m gone.”
Your willpower breaks and you turn to face him. His eyes, blue as ever, are sad. You have no doubt yours are too. Your fingers tug on his hair and pull his mouth down to yours. He kisses you like he’s a starved man, like this is the first time he’s touched you and not the last, and he gives you both a final memory to hold onto.