Don’t Feel Bad About Not Writing. I Haven’t Written In Like 3 Years (pretty Sure Everyone Thinks

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.

A well needed win

Hey when will you start writing again?

Hello anon,

I don’t want to make any promises at the moment but I’ll definitely be writing again in 3 weeks time - when I leave for holidays - but perhaps before then if I manage to get myself together as I’m struggling with a couple life things at the minute.

I feel bad though because I just have asks from months ago and the inactivity and interaction with people dying down just makes me feel like everyone is forgetting me, so when I finally do start writing again nobody will care - which obviously it’s not about likes or anything I just feel like I’m letting everyone down.

Drunk Stonsey based on the videos you reblogged 🤗😏

So as we all know well, he’s a happy, carefree mess when he’s drunk and obviously he’s wanting you to join him in everything he does so he’s pulling you up with him to dance and you’re giggling and embarrassed but oh so in love that you don’t even care and you’re letting him dance around you whilst everyone films it, and you’re letting him wrap his arms around your waist constantly, and you’re letting him leave sloppy kisses on your cheek, and you’re letting him whisper nonsense in your ear because how could you not with that goofy grin he has.

Crying 🤧🤧🤧🤧

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.’

Just throwing it out there

ignore me

Also things like this frustrate me because whilst I recognise the nature of football is to be the better team I feel you get no credit if you lose regardless. Newcastle was more than likely going to lose. And that’s all people will focus on. Not the fact that for a good portion of that we weren’t losing. That just by losing by one goal and having a fairly tight match we defied expectations - but it doesn’t matter because we didn’t defy them enough

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.’

you’re babysitting john’s daughter and he walks in while your just sat together singing disney songs so loud and he just realised how much he loves you

and you’re just sat on the sofa, belting the words to ‘you’re welcome’ from Moana along with the sound emitting from your phone as she draws on your arms, clumsily singing along as well. And you’re both giggling at each other and trying to sing louder than the other, waiting for John to come back with her tea. But he’s just been stood leaning on the door frame, watching his daughter gaze at you lovingly and smile so widely and laugh so innocently - his little family. And he loves how she wasn’t shy around you and he loves how you both get on and he loves her and you and soon the songs changing and he’s still stood; watching and in love.