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I was actually your pal till you said you wanted city to win the League 🥴 for a loyal Liverpool fan lmao x

Haha I’m very sorry! Genuinely because of John stones and Bernardo silva tbf and the fact that the only Liverpool fan I know in person I don’t particularly like so if I’m honest I just want them to suffer ahah. We can still be pals though I don’t care too much about who wins the league all I want is Newcastle to stay up!

If you’re doing a multi chapter story then obviously John Stones is your man lol

Oh yeah of course! It will be on John lets be honest here, I’ll just have to think of a plot and write one now

25 - 30 for the asks ☺️

25) no players from my team play for England, but Freddie woodman is on the under 21s. A lot of them play for their own national teams though. Paul dummett plays for wales.

26) I’m going to go with the most recent one I can think of and it’s definitely schär’s messi-esque run during the Cardiff game. that’s probably not my all time favourite, but my most recent favourite

27) favourite match would be vs Arsenal when we were 4-0 down in the 26th (I think) minute and ended up drawing. Tiote with that 35 yard volley my god.

28) far too many bad Newcastle matches for me to pick I’m sorry

29) don’t really win many trophies nowadays (though we have like the ninth highest of all trophies by English clubs I think). Think I’ll just go with winning the championship because of the sole fact that everyone said we’d not win because most teams do badly when they get relegated. I don’t even know. Just felt good to win something. Obviously would’ve preferred not getting relegated. I’m not old enough to have experienced many of the others

30) I do like Newcastle’s crest yeah

1 2 4 5 34 35 36

1) my team is Newcastle2) I don’t really support any other teams directly but there’s definitely teams I’d prefer to win certain games. Also I want city to win the league. 4) Martin Dúbravka because he’s basically the reason we’re not in the relegation zone currently, plus he’s really nice (Schär is a close second though)5) shearer probably because he did so much and he’s our biggest and never left. Also les Ferdinand because his partnership with shearer was amazing.34) yeah my national team is England 35) I do support them. 36) I don’t necessarily ‘identify’ with any other national teams but I support like Slovakia for dúbravka, Switzerland for schär, etc in certain matches.

“My Team” football asks:

Which team is ‘your team’?

If you have more than one, why?

What’s your team’s nickname or fan nickname?

Who is your favourite player currently playing for your team?

Who is your favourite legend from your team?

Have you ever been to your team’s stadium?

Have you ever seen a match your team was playing (home or away)? Which one?

Which past player do you wish played for your team?

Which currently active player(s) do you wish played for your team?

Which is your least favourite player for your team and why?

Who is most underrated player that has ever played for your team?

Who is the most underrated player currently playing for your team?

Which season’s home kit for your team is your favourite?

Which season’s away kit for your team is your favourite?

Which season’s third kit for your team is your favourite?

Which team is the historical ‘big enemy’ of your team?

Which team do you consider the actual enemy of your team?

Who is your favourite manager of all time for your team?

Who is your least favourite manager of all time for your team?

Is your team’s social media management any good? Why?

Is your team’s app any good? Why?

Do you like your team’s colours?

Is your team local to you?

Is your team from your country/nationality?

Do any players from your team play for your national team?

Which is your favourite goal scored one behalf of your team?

Which is your favourite match of all time played by your team?

Which is your least favourite match of all time played by your team?

What is the greatest or most meaningful trophy or accolade won by your team?

Do you like your team’s crest?

If you managed your team as of right now, what three things would you do immediately?

If you were a football player, would you want to play for your team?

How well do you know the history of your team?

Do you have a national team? Who is it?

Do you identify with or like your national team?

Do you identify with a national team that isn’t your own and why?

Who is your least favourite player for your national team and why?

Who is most underrated player that has ever played for your national team?

Who is the most underrated player currently playing for your national team?

Have you ever been to your national team’s stadium?

Have you ever seen a match your national team was playing (home or away)? Which one?

Who is your favourite player currently playing for your team?

Which of your national team’s home kits are your favourite?

Which of your national team’s away kits are your favourite?

What’s the nickname of your national team?

If you could change anything about your national team, what would it be?

Do you love your club team (or teams) or your national team more?

Do you like your national team’s manager?

Who are your greatest rivals of your national team?

Which player who doesn’t play for your national team do you wish could change nationality to play for you?

do a dele one, any story x

Because it’s his birthday

You’re waking him up to kisses on his face, giggling at his lazy groan as he pushes you off him, smiling as he does so. ‘You have to get up for training, del’ you whispered against his warm skin and his response was even more groans and a muttering of ‘but it’s my birthday’ and you’re pulling him up and pushing him out of bed ‘come on I can sleep in for a bit longer’ and he’s stropily walking off to the shower as you admire his back muscles in the dim morning light. And soon he’s leaving, a kiss to your forehead and the demand of his birthday sex when he gets back and you’re up as soon as he leaves: birthday gift preparations time

You totally need to do like a full on story, your writing is one of the best Iv seen x

Awww thank you! I really want to do like a multi chapter story but I have no idea who to do it on or what to do it on so if anyone has any ideas or suggestions send them in!

Can you write something about John being jealous of the fact that whilst he's at training you're at home with pickford and he's coming home ready to shout at you both because he thinks something's going on but when he walks in he sees you holding Jordan's son and he's rushing to your side all anger gone because that's his girl holding a baby and when they leave he's asking for a baby "I know I've already got one but she ain't a baby anymore, can we have one, something to show our love"

He’s on his way back from his bad training session, distracted the entire time after you sent him a text saying Jordan is coming round and he couldn’t get it out of his head the entire day. And he’s pulling into the driveway, hoping out the car, agitated at the thought of you and Pickford spending the entire day together, his mind wandering with possibilities. And he walks through the front door, making no exclamation of his arrival, expecting the worst. Instead he freezes, met with the sight of you holding Jordan’s son, all of the anger and annoyance that had built up throughout the morning dissipating at the image. And he’s slowly walking up to you - his girl, holding a child - and he’s kissing your cheek, greeting Jordan, eyes having to tear themselves away from you. So when Jordan leaves John’s arms are immediately around your waist as the door closes, leaning into your neck from behind, swaying you back and forth. ‘I know I’ve already got one and I love her to pieces but can we have one? One that’s ours. To show our love?’

Right okay can we continue this man united photographer and Stonsy flirtation-ship hows he getting her number, his he texting Jesse or one of the United lads to get it or what ?

Following on from this. I’m loving this, anon

He’s fully getting it off Jesse, texting him asking for the ‘photographer’s number’ and Jesse is sending it back with a wink emoji and a teasing ‘remember she’s ours’ and he’s texting you immediately with a simple ‘Hi, it’s John’. You’re replying later in the day, after you’ve finished sorting through the mornings training session photos, surprised that he remembered you or bothered to speak more and you’re smirking as you send back a reply and he’s smiling as he reads it.

Your photos didn’t turn out too bad x

john stones everybody

can you do marcus rashford thigh riding? 😁

you’re pushing him backwards into the cushions of the sofa, lowering yourself onto his thigh and he’s gazing at you through his eyelashes, eyes full of lust. And you’re moving backwards and forwards, soaking his thigh, and he’s grabbing at your hips, squeezing tightly, definitely leaving bruises. And moans are leaving your mouth as you quicken your pace and he says your name in desperation and you love it.

and can you make a masterlist pleasee 🥺

I tag everything as ‘blurb’ and ‘*name* blurb’ so you can easily search it. I don’t think a masterlist would work currently because none of what I’ve written is sort of a full imagine/story thing. If I write more things like that I’ll definitely make a masterlist! I just wouldn’t know who to write about extensively first.

please do more nsfw (sort of, like the hickeys and stuff,) marcus rashford, need more of him in my life x

We all need more of him in our lives

and you’re getting ready for work, it taking longer than usual because you had to dedicate about 15 minutes to covering the purple bruises, cursing at Marcus in your head for causing this. And he comes up to you, wrapping his arms around you as you’re sat in front of your mirror, ‘get off Marcus’. And of course he’s not having that, laughing into your neck, kissing down it, arms tightening around you. ‘You’re taking of the makeup!’

Can with have some Chillwell you getting Jel over Ben spending time with Madders 😂

I love Ben and his friendship with madders so much

It’s not that you didn’t like James, you loved him and you loved spending time with him and Ben - together they were comedy gold. But you hadn’t seen him for two weeks and him sitting with James, laughing about jokes that you’ve missed and ignoring you was not fun for you. So you moped around the house, waiting for him to leave. And when he does Ben places his arms around your waist, nuzzling into your neck, muffled whisperings of ‘baby’ as he swayed you back and forth. ‘Why’d you not speak to James much? What’s wrong?’ And you’re spinning out of his arms with a muttering of ‘nothing’ and he’s not letting you go, pulling you back into his chest, and your whining, not wanting to admit you’re jealous of madders because how ridiculous is that. But Ben knows you better than anyone so of course he knows there’s something wrong, lifting your head up, hand on your cheek, ‘I’m all yours from now on.’

Don’t ask me why but Ronaldo has and will always look like a wax work to me

Could you write about meeting John for the first time as the man united photographer at a game and you bump into each other and its playful jibes and a connection straight away and at the end of the night he's asking for your number wanting to take you out for coffee

And it’s when a football is launched in your direction as the players warm up, your photography being interrupted that he jogs up to you with floppy hair to collect it. ‘Hope you’re getting some nice photos’, came a Barnsley accent. And you laugh, ‘of my men in red, yes. Of you? Just photos.’ And he lets out a breath of a laugh and jogs off back to the circle, continuing to train, occasionally looking back at you with a small smile. And throughout the game you take more photos of him, not purposefully but he was good to photograph and you swear in some of them he’s looking right at you. He’s subbed off in the 63rd minute, passing by you and throwing out a ‘Sure those photos of me aren’t good?’ And you shake your head as you laugh a little, watching him walk off smiling, and get back to photographing the men in red - now with no distractions.

Your blog is the best footballer one shot/blurb account I’ve found! Can you do a Joe Hart blurb about you guys having a romantic moment/makeout session that gets interrupted by the boys?

Thank you, anon! I love how the England lads all call him ‘harty’ and respect him so much!

and you’re in his hotel room and haven’t seen him for weeks - you couldn’t get time off work immediately. And obviously if you haven’t seen him for weeks things are going to get passionate fairly quickly. He was hovering over you on the bed, broad shoulders contrasting yours, one hand up your shirt and on your waist, lips on yours, leg between yours. And it was lustful, full of moans and love, one hand running up his uncovered chest and resting on his neck, the other’s fingernails digging into his muscular back. ‘Ooo hartys getting some’, stood in the doorway was dele and John, smirking. ‘We’ll leave you to it’. And your barely acknowledged it, too focused on Joe to care.

It’s not even game time yet but my favourite city friendships are on full show.

But John and Kyle have been caught having an argument it seems 😂

Remember when John had a bird? Iconic.

Just been looking down your profile can we have a continue of the one of John texting you to meet him after the game, the one where you distracted him and get gets subbed of

continuation of this blurb

and you’re texting back ‘where’, leaving your friend with a promise of speaking tomorrow, and making your way through the halls of the stadium, recognised by security and not stopped, until you see him, leaning against a wall, hair wet and skin glistening, straightening up when he sees you coming. Neither of you saying anything at first, awkward tension coating the otherwise empty halls, staring at each other, an awkward stride of distance between you, all the courage you’d previously had on the walk down dissipated. He’s the first one to close the gap, taking a hesitant step forward, your name leaving his lips and you’ve missed how it sounded when he said it, in his accent. ‘I’ve missed you’ you breathed out as he took hesitant steps forward until he was directly in front of you. And the close proximity made your breath hitch in your throat and he’s whispering back that he’s missed you too, eyes trailing over your lips, the gap becoming smaller as he leans in. And soon his lips are on yours, backing you up against the wall, hands on your waist, yours around his neck and it’s bliss and you’ve missed him and you don’t want this moment to end. But of course it did, interrupted by a ‘Woah alright, John, warn us next time’ coming from Kyle at the top of the corridor. And you both quickly pulled apart, your head going into his neck, laughing in embarrassment. It was just like old times.

└ defender dads post game | man city vs. watford | december 4th, 2018

He needs to behave with these model shots though….

Can you write something about John showing you off on social media whenever you hit a milestone in your career and he's always posting photos of you talking about how proud of you he is

he barely uses Instagram, but you can bet everytime you achieve even the smallest thing there’s a story of you both celebrating it, nothing direct or big - John’s not about that - it’s just a subtle show of how proud he is of you. And in interviews it’s always ‘the missus is good at that’, ‘yeah, my missus is incredible’, ‘it’s nice that both me and her can achieve by ourselves and be so supportive of each other’. And everyone finds it adorable, the lads find it annoying, and you feel lavished in love always.

Fluff with Winksy touching girlfriend's bum whole day.

‘Ugh you’re going to kill me in those jeans’, hands grabbing at your hips, ‘let’s just stay here’. You pulled his hand out the door, demands of no leaving your mouth as you laughed at Harry’s disappointed sighs. And as you went about your day he was constantly placing his hands on your bum, hands in your pockets, you swatting his hands away with a laugh, twirling yourself around so you can playfully hit his chest. And even though he loved them, when you finally got home he got you out of those jeans.

Dele Alli feeling like shit because of comments about his recent interview. He saw comments like ''he has personality of wet socks'', ''he is like dead man'' and etc. And he is sad because people think that he is emotionless and bad person. That really hurted him and his girl is comforting saying ''Screw them, I and your closest people know the real you and you're nice person.'' They cuddle and he falls asleep on her chest while she strokes his hair.

And you’re whispering words of affirmation, telling him how those people don’t matter - they don’t even know him - and you’re telling him to come over to you on the sofa, hugging him, resting his head on your chest, stroking his hair as you whisper how much you and all his friends love him - and you really do. And he’s falling asleep with a soft smile on his face, arm around your waist and you’re still mumbling about how much you love him because despite the fact he can’t hear you you still adore saying it, even if just to empty air.

could you do some marcus rashford about jesse teasing him and the reader about her hickeys. i need to more marcus in my life

we all need more Marcus in our lives

he sees them when he comes over to play fifa with Marcus after training and you’re wandering about the house doing absolutely nothing. Then you wander in the front of the tv absentmindedly, collecting old mugs to have something to do and Marcus is complaining at you ‘we can’t see’ and throwing a pillow ‘you’re going to make me lose’ but Jesse isn’t even playing anymore he’s laughing ‘beansprouts has been busy’. And you’re confused until he’s pointing at your neck and you remember the marks Marcus had put all down your neck, you making no effort to cover up at home. ‘You been marking anything recently’ was laughed in Marcus face for weeks and everytime Jesse saw you, you can bet he was checking your neck - ‘let us see your neck’.

Could you write jealous Dele

dele usually loved that you got on with his friends and teammates, but when he hadn’t seen you in weeks and you were sat with Eric laughing every five seconds and giving him all of your attention he wasn’t a big fan of it. When you both left the Tottenham team dinner he was silent on the drive back but you thought nothing of it - you were tired after all. And it’s when you got back, in bed, rolled over and trying to sleep that he mentioned it. ‘Why don’t you just go to fucking Eric’s’ he spoke in a hoarse voice and it seemed so out of the blue to you because why on earth would you do that? A frowning dele awaited you as you turned over, eyes full of sadness and you raised a questioning eyebrow at him, ‘where’s that came from del?’ ‘Well you spent all your time with him tonight. I hadn’t seen you in two weeks and you don’t even look at me’. And you found it funny because he was the one who took you to the dinner, what were you supposed to do, ignore them all? ‘If you didn’t want me to speak to any of them you shouldn’t have taken me’ and he knows you’re right but he doesn’t want to admit it so he just snuggles into your neck, making unintelligible noises and you laugh, basking in the warmth of his body. ‘No need to be jealous, del. Eric’s got nothing on you.’

John taking you into the club toilet to remind you and everyone else you are his on a night out because you are wearing a tight dress and every guy is staring at you...

you were dancing in the middle of the club, body looking amazing in that dress he loved but he wasn’t watching you. Drink in hand, leaning against the bar, he was watching every other man in the club watch you - and he was angry. He couldn’t blame them, you looked incredible and he knew that and usually he wouldn’t even mind, knowing you were his but with the excess alcohol coursing through his veins he couldn’t stop himself from striding into the middle of the crowd of sweaty bodies, grabbing your wrist and pulling you to the toilets. ‘John what are you-’ and his moth was on yours immediately, guiding you towards the sink. ‘Jump’ was whispered across your face as he made his way to your neck, hands on your hips, pushing up your dress, grip so tight he’d leave bruises. And he uses his fingers to give you pleasure, kissing down your neck, your moans engulfing the dimly lit club toilets sporadically in contrast to the rhythmic movements of his hands. And it’s all about you, not him. He’s showing everyone you’re his - ‘moan for me, baby’ - and he’s holding you close as you reach orgasm, collecting your moans in his mouth, and pulling your dress down again. ‘Now go show everyone that body again, love, now that it’s been marked as mine’ and you slap his shoulder as you notice the marks on your neck in the dirty mirror.

22 Questions (or 20)

Answer 22 questions, tag 22 people. Thank you so much @winksy8 for tagging me!

Nicknames: don’t have any

Height: 5’2 or 1.58m (I’m short)

Last movie I saw: I can’t even remember. Probably something recommended to me on Netflix but I have a terrible memory

Last thing I googled: ‘marxisim and stalin’ because I read a thing

Favourite musician: I don’t really have one tbh. I just like individual songs. Tom Odell maybe? I don’t know

Song stuck in my head: Congratulations that pewdiepie, roomie and boyinaband song don’t judge

Other blogs?: well I had about 6 originally but accidentally deleted the entire account so no

Following: 54

Followers: 63 (which is insane because I’ve had this blog for just a few days)

Amount of asks: that I get generally? I get a few a day about writing prompts but that aren’t that I’ve only ever had one. Currently I have 3

Lucky numbers: I don’t really believe in luck or anything so I don’t have one

What are you wearing?: leggings and a big t shirt

Dream job: theoretical physicist

Dream trip: not sure. I want to visit Israel. And then apart from that it’s less about the country and more about visiting places within it. I don’t really have a dream trip though

Favourite food: red grapes

Instruments: I can play the flute at grade 7. I can play the violin, clarinet and guitar badly. And the piano averagely

Languages: English. I have a gcse in french but can’t speak it. I want to learn Italian (I know some basics) and Hebrew (I know some basics). I like languages I’m just not committed enough to learn them

Favourite song: like with favourite musician, I don’t really have one. It changes. I tend to get obsessed with a song and listen to only that song for a week before getting sick of it and finding a new one

Random fact: mangoes originated in Southern Asia

Aesthetic: being a failure

I’d tag people but I’d feel annoying even though personally I love being tagged in things, so I tag everyone who wants to do it