Accidentally Deleted My Blog (I Hate Myself) So I’m Reinventing Myself With A Blog Of My Love John

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

I don’t think this in The questions but why is Newcastle your team? Like for example my team is Liverpool because Stevie Gerard won my heart many years ago x

Hi anon!

I never really liked football as a kid I’m gonna he honest. My family wasn’t very into sports much. But I went out with a Newcastle fan, went to every home match whilst I was with him (which was a year so like one season of matches) and he constantly talked about it and now even though I’m no longer with him I got too obsessed and immersed to let go. So yeah that’s why I support Newcastle. I’m not actually originally from Newcastle I’m from around it so I never had the football culture that exists in Newcastle, hence my not supporting them in the first place

Playing football at st. Georges park with the three lions and they’re letting you win and you’re so bloody annoyed and del is like babying you and it just so cute xxxxxx

And your frustratedly hitting the grass as dele strolls over and sticks his hand out: ‘come on, love’ and you’re refusing his hand, standing up yourself and crossing your arms over your chest. ‘Del, stop letting me win’ and he’s stuttering out a ‘no idea what you’re talking about’ and Eric is yelling over at the two of you to hurry up, dele grabbing your hand and tugging you back. ‘Eric, tell Del to stop letting me win’ and Eric’s laughing at Dele’s indignation; ‘she’s not stupid dele, she knows she couldn’t win unless we let her’. Game on Dier

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

Eric and Dele

Switzerland vs. England, 09.06.2019

I hate football. I hate it. I hate it. I hate it. I hate it. We were so fucking close.

do you support city?

I support john stones

John introducing Millie and his daughter to you and he's going "look girls she means the world to me and I know it's a change but I love her so much, be nice okay?" And when you arrive millies pulling you into a hug and going "be good to him yeah? Don't break his heart" and John's so confused but in love because how has he met someone who's so willing to be friend's with the ex and to be the stepmum

He’s preparing them for it a few days in advance: you’ll be with him when he picks her up, his daughter is to be nice, he knows Millie will be. And you’re trailing behind John, nervous at the thought of meeting the daughter he talks about so much, worried at the thought of Millie hating you. And Millie’s opening the door, John’s going to collect his daughter and you’re awkwardly stood, not knowing what to say - but you don’t have to know. She’s pulling you into a tight hug, saying ‘be good to him, yeah? Don’t break his heart’ and you’re saying of course you wouldn’t ever do that and she knows you mean it so she smiles and releases you, asking you about your life, taking a genuine interest - not hostility whatsoever. And John is standing at the bottom of the stairs, holding his daughter and her bag, a big smile on his face at the sight of you two getting along.

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?’