— Back To Back Premier League Champions!! 💙

Don’t feel bad about not writing. I haven’t written in like 3 years (pretty sure everyone thinks I’m dead) lol. At least you’re still somewhat active and haven’t completely disappeared. That would suck if you just left with no warning. Sorry you’ve hurt your leg. How did you manage that if you don’t mind my asking?

Hey anon,

Thank you this was so sweet! And I just feel guilty when I get asks in my inbox and just can’t manage to answer them, I do try to be active though, although I’m fairly sure most people follow me for my blurbs so I feel bad about it. I’ll probably be at the same stage as you in 3 years tbh. I have no idea what I’ve done to my leg but I can’t stand up on it without a shooting pain down my leg so that’s fun.

Hope you have a nice day, lovely anon x

“Thank you so much.”

No, thank you- Manchester City’s lord and saviour John fucking Stones.

How’s Stones and the United photographer getting on they still texting ?

They’re texting everyday now. The odd flirty text seeping into the mass of ‘hows your day been?’ But it doesn’t translate to in person meeting and how can it not you live in the same city, you walk the same streets - how have you never seen each other since? And Jesse is teasing you whilst you photograph him in training ‘so hows my mate, John? Doing good is he?’ And you’d laugh at his childishness and snap a photo, desperate to read the unread message you know you’ll have waiting for you; ‘I’m free all of Saturday’

‘Yeah, how you spending that time?’

Two minutes apart, absolutely beautiful site

john stones everybody

John singing Bernardo’s chant to Bernardo is the kind of action I support

Mr too cool for the camera.

Harry Winks. Dele comes over to spend time with Harry and Harry's girlfriend. When she was reaching for something from kitchen cupboard Dele saw bruises uppon her hips and he teases Harry.

‘What’s that on your hip?’ is the question that ruins Harry’s day. The second your shirt lifted up and dele got a closer look at them bruises the smirk that emerged upon his face made both you and Harry burn bright with redness, dele immediately taking that as an answer to his unasked question: you and Harry got a bit rough. ‘So you’re telling me, Harry gave you them? Puppy eyes over there.’ And you wanted to say how even though Harry plays all innocent he definitely wasn’t, he loved to roughly grab you in bed (and out of bed. Wherever it happened to take place), but instead you just stood and listened to dele’s comments: ‘didn’t know you were into that Harry’, ‘at least you’re getting some’. And of course dele laughed and of course he told every person in the Spurs dressing room and of course they all teased Harry too - ‘didn’t know he had it in him’ - but god was the sex good.

football has literally made me forget about all the fandoms i was part of before wtf i used to watch like 15 shows per season and now i just spend my time watching men in shorts kick a ball like an idiot

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.’