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HES ALIVE AND LOOKING FINE AS HELL

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.

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i can’t believe all it took to convince tony stark to literally invent time travel and save the fucking universe was looking at 1 (one) picture of peter parker

Birthday sex with John?

only one I’m writing today because I’m very uninspired but I figured this one should be out today!

and he’s slightly tipsy after coming back from a drink with the lads, his face tinted red and a wide grin as he sits himself on the couch, immediately grasping your thighs as you sit on his lap. And you’re teasingly shifting about, faces so close you can feel each other’s breath and he’s having absolutely none of it as he pulls you in by your neck, lips meeting in desperation and you’re pushing him back slightly with hands on his chest, undoing his jeans and disconnecting your lips. And you’re moving down, taking him all in, his cock hitting the back of your throat immediately as his head falls back and his eyes shut, breathy moans leaving his mouth as you work your magic. And soon he’s pulling you back up, reconnecting your lips as he works on your clothes now and he’s slipping inside of you as you moan into his mouth, gripping onto his hair and bouncing on his lap. And you’re both moaning into the air: each other’s names; decelerations of love; ‘this is just your first present, birthday boy’; ‘my god you’re wonderful’.

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

If you ever tagged me to do one of those tag game thingies and I never did it:

1) Thank you, seriously. Those are fun and being included shows that my followers care enough to want to learn more about me.

2) Very sorry about that, it’s extremely likely that I said to myself “Cool! But I’m busy at the moment, I’ll have to do this later today or tomorrow” before proceeding to just straight-up forget, now it’s too far back in my notifications and/or your blog to find again.

a marcus rashford about saying i love you for the first time. maybe it slips out accidentally and his reaction

It just slipped out when he gave you breakfast. A simple ‘thanks, I love you’ and it was so natural for you to say you barely noticed at first, until you looked up to see Marcus staring at you. Your response was to blush bright red and place a stubborn stare on your plate. And he’s stuttering a response out and god you feel so stupid - he obviously doesn’t feel the same way. You’re contemplating every possible way to get out of this situation until your thought of ‘window?’ Was cut short by an abrupt ‘I love you too’ and you’re the one looking up in surprise, staring at him, stuttering. You’re both smiling sheepishly from two sides of the kitchen, him continuing to make food, you eating yours.

omg do one for stones!!

You’d shuffle down the stairs looking for John, finding him stood at the stove making eggs and sausages, low hanging joggers and shirtless. And he’d be smirking as he caught you staring at his chest and playfully rolling his eyes as you lightly frown at his tattoo of Millie. ‘Don’t worry, love’ he’d laugh, ‘now go back to admiring me’ and you’d feel your cheeks heating up and of course he does this all the time because he loves teasing you and seeing you blush and of course you’d brush him off with a laugh and a roll of the eyes he loves so much, but you make damn sure to admire them back muscles when he turns back around.

marcus getting touchy in front of jess

and he’s pulling you into him as you’re stood cooking, Jesse sat on a kitchen stool scrolling through his phone, and he’s holding your hips close to him, one hand roaming up and down and mouth next to your ear. And you’re giggling slightly, swatting his hands with a spoon and telling him ‘talk to Jesse, I’m busy.’ And he’s spinning you around, spoon dropping into a pan and hugging you tight, head into your neck.

‘You do remember I’m here, right?’