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
Eric and you breaking up, but getting back together after a year
And you’re seeing each other when dele has a party and he invites you - you still kept in contact - and you knew Eric would be there - dele had given you a pre-warning - so you’re not surprised when you’re pouring yourself a drink and your form is engulfed in a large shadow. ‘Dele told me you’d be here, how’ve you been?’ is thrown into the surrounding air and you’re answering back with a ‘I’ve been fine, hear you’ve been doing well. England squad, aye?’ And he’s smiling softly at you, telling you about Russia and all he’s done since you broke up and you’ve both forgotten about the party; relishing each other’s company. And dele catches sight of you mid conversation, stood in a corner filled with laughter and conversation and blushing cheeks and subtle touches and he’s smiling to himself, sick of his two friends complaining about their shit dates to him.
Eric taking you to meet his family for the first time
and it’s at a family barbecue - whole extended family and everything so you wouldn’t feel intimidated and everyone’s just milling around and you’re stood close to Eric at the barbecue, his mum right next to you, champagne in hand, laughing away at something you’ve said about Eric loving his dogs more than you. And she’s telling you he’s always been like that, proceeding to an embarrassing story that has his head in your neck, whining at his mum. And his dad’s walking over to further embarrass him: ‘he’s spoke so much about you we felt like we knew you already’ and Eric’s trying to stop them from talking and the three of you are laughing and everyone is head over heels for you.
‘Eric, darling, the sausages are burning’
maybe some cock warming with eric? I really miss this big man
and he’s making the excuse that he’s cold as he hitches your leg over his hips and sinking into you with an exhale of breath. And you’re both just sitting there, connected and in love, enjoying the intimacy as he plays with your hair and mumbles into your neck about his day. And even though it’s not sexual you’re still clenching around him occasionally - ‘don’t be a tease’ gruffly returned.
Send me blurbs, I still have some in my inbox but I’m having writers block so I need to find some I’m inspired for. To everyone who’s sent me something, I’ll get to it! Also everyone who sent me a sancho blurb: I want to familiarise my self with him first before I write.
Send me asks about cute footballers; make me happy
Accidentally deleted my blog (I hate myself) so I’m reinventing myself with a blog of my love John Stones