Harry Winks. Dele Comes Over To Spend Time With Harry And Harry's Girlfriend. When She Was Reaching For

because @paudybalas was disappointed my last one wasn’t john x kyle 

do you support city?

I support john stones

Jesse lingard fluff plssse I need this rn x

A sleepy ‘hey babe’ is whispered as he enters the house, wrapping his arms around your waist that’s clad in a jersey with his name on. Face in your neck, smelling your hair, whispering how beautiful you are as you lead him to the sofa. He places his head on your lap, you brushing your fingers over his cheek, gazing at each other, speaking nonsense to one another other about each other’s day. You complaining about that one person at work you hate, him laughing along and saying how you should ‘just leave already’ and it’s private and intimate and he’s staring at you as you speak, watching the words fall from your lips onto his dead ears because he’s not listening he’s thinking. Thinking about how much he wants this. How much he wants you. And suddenly hes softly kissing you, sweeping his hand over your face and then his tired smiling face is all you see for the rest of the night, both of you falling together wrapped up on the sofa, both of you hoping it’ll happen over and over again.

Forever love for my first anon request x

Okay but dating jordan pickford and you're seeing that video emerge of him fighting and immediately you're worried but he ain't answering your calls and when he finally does he's absolutely fuming ?

Oh my conflicted Newcastle heart x (also if what they said to his girlfriend is true then our boy was rightfully angry. Incredibly stupid though)

so you see it on Twitter, it being on your timeline and you’re scared he’s hurt, scared he’s not going to be alright so you do what any girlfriend would do and call him. And it rings out and you think of how he needs to learn to control his temper because you always told him it would get him in to trouble. And you ring again and think about how it looked violent. And you ring again and think about how he could be hurt. And you ring again and think about how he could’ve gotten arrested. What if he gets kicked off the starting team? Or out of Everton? Or the England squad? And you know you’re overthinking it but could it’s so hard not t- ‘yeah, I’m here’. And you’re so happy he’s answered because at least this means he’s okay. You think. And you’re unsure of which of your worries to express first so you ask if he’s okay and he barely answers, haggered breathing down the line and you know he’s angry and you know you have to calm him down. And he’s suddenly shouting about how they insulted you, called you fat and ugly and worse words and your heart flutters a bit that he’d protect you but my god was he stupid. And you’re shushing him down the phone, whispering about how much you love him and how stupid they were. you know now isn’t the time to scold him for what he did - you’ll do that later - but it is the time for love and understanding and you just want him to be okay and he is when he hears your voice softly telling him to calm down and you love him and now he just can’t wait to get home. So after many assurances that he’s okay he promises to come home ‘provided there’s a brew waiting of course’ and you laugh at him as he hangs up, going to make that tea.

Dear trauma survivors,

It doesn’t matter that somebody else ‘had it worse’.

You deserved to have it better.

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like ou c @futebolou

do one with winks. he gets drunk and he acts like childish, his girlfriend tries to make him to change his clothes and tuck him in bed but it's not that easy haha. I need more winksy in my life

You’re picking him up from a club and driving him home and god if that wasn’t difficult enough with him constantly touching you, trying to curl up on you as you navigated the streets, but getting him out of his clothes for bed was a whole other level. He’d giggle and pull on your shirt as you tried to undo the buttons of his shirt, he’d refuse to sit still as you tried to untie his shoes and he’d make flirty comments followed by ‘I have a girlfriend’ as you tried to undo his belt. And when you finally got him undressed for bed he’s pulling you in with him ‘come lie with me’ in a singsong voice surrounding you.

“Thank you so much.”

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

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