After Thinking On It For A Day I Don’t Blame Rafa For Wanting To Leave But I’m Still Simultaneously

Write more of John and thins United photographer, what’s he replying to the text ?

Was thinking we could do something

And that’s how you ended up exploring the city with John. He took you to places you’ve never been - ‘paparazzi follow me sometimes: you learn where to go’ - and treated you to food you’ve never eaten - ‘got to spend my money on something, I’m glad it’s something as pretty as you’ with a cheeky wink thrown in for good measure. And at the end of the day he’s driving you home, your cheeks hurt from laughing so much and your eyes are bright with excitement and he’s walking you to your door, silence engulfing the pair of you as you stand, not quite knowing what to do. And he’s placing a lingering kiss on your cheek, leaving you with an ‘I’ll text you’, a longing stare and a desperate need to stop him from going.

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

Trying swimsuits infront of T?

‘What about this one’ you’re saying, giving a spin and watching his eyes drink you all in as they slowly skirt up and down. ‘Beautiful, love.’ And you’re sighing slightly as you throw him a smile - of course you appreciate it so much but god he’s been saying that about every one and you just want to know which is the best one to buy. So you’re turning around, strutting back into the changing room to change into a final one when he’s appearing behind you, arms sliding around your waist and head in your neck. ‘The red one. Get the red one, love’ is huskily whispered into your neck: ‘now let’s go home and try taking off some clothes’

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Mood

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.

this bitch here recorded the whole thing

Eric and Dele

Switzerland vs. England, 09.06.2019

Can you write something about John being jealous of the fact that whilst he's at training you're at home with pickford and he's coming home ready to shout at you both because he thinks something's going on but when he walks in he sees you holding Jordan's son and he's rushing to your side all anger gone because that's his girl holding a baby and when they leave he's asking for a baby "I know I've already got one but she ain't a baby anymore, can we have one, something to show our love"

He’s on his way back from his bad training session, distracted the entire time after you sent him a text saying Jordan is coming round and he couldn’t get it out of his head the entire day. And he’s pulling into the driveway, hoping out the car, agitated at the thought of you and Pickford spending the entire day together, his mind wandering with possibilities. And he walks through the front door, making no exclamation of his arrival, expecting the worst. Instead he freezes, met with the sight of you holding Jordan’s son, all of the anger and annoyance that had built up throughout the morning dissipating at the image. And he’s slowly walking up to you - his girl, holding a child - and he’s kissing your cheek, greeting Jordan, eyes having to tear themselves away from you. So when Jordan leaves John’s arms are immediately around your waist as the door closes, leaning into your neck from behind, swaying you back and forth. ‘I know I’ve already got one and I love her to pieces but can we have one? One that’s ours. To show our love?’

— name a more concerned & supportive manager than poch❣️