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What are your fav blogs? 💕

I think I already answered it, but I’ll do it again. 

I have too many. Here we go…

Football imagines: @footballffbarbiex (this woman’s talent is out of this world, I really enjoy her writing), @catharticallysarcastic  (same goes as Amy), @footballerimaginess, @footballerimagines (too bad she doesn’t write anymore)

Football blurbs: @travellvogue (the first blog I followed, she is really talented, ‘’Del’s kitchen’’ was my favourite series), @chilly-me-softly (my favourite blurbs, she also writes longer pieces), @jadonsanhco , @amour-salvatore (I LOVE her stories, especially ‘’Anyone but you’’), @gardenofcfc (I’m slowly falling in love with Mason because of her 😂)

Other blogs I love: @cinnnabaee, @stonseymylove, @80slingard, @macybeckham7, @leduqdefoot, @endlessfootie, @asenwinks, @jadondonsancho, @ynwa-taa

falling asleep on winks

and Harry was still lazily talking about his day, arm under your body around your waist as your head lay on his chest. And you’d been trying to keep your eyes open as he spoke about how his day back in training was but the circles he was rubbing on your skin, the blanket covering you both and the soft feeling of his steady heartbeat against your head lulled you into a heavenly sleep.

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

He always looks sad, Harry Kane.

Hey can you write fight imagine with Harry Winks. Summary: He accidentally ruins girlfriend's Louboutin heels (for which she worked hard and saved her money). And him coldly saying to her ''So what now, I'll buy you new ones.''. When he said that it took her by surprise because he is humble and usually he doesn't act like rich snob like most of footballers do. In the end they make up. You can change some things if you want in imagine.

You don’t even know how he managed it but he did, a heel off your favourite - very expensive - pair of shoes and it hurts because you saved for them, you bought them with your own hard earned money and it’s not like you have a lot to throw away. So when you complained at Harry about how he ‘should’ve been more careful - how did you even manage this?!’, the last thing you expected was a throwaway ‘So what, I’ll buy you new ones’. Because Harry wasn’t like that. Harry was down to earth, and humble - rarely showing off his wealth in anyway. Sure you knew he had it but he was rarely so flippant about it, knowing you earned less, knowing things you saved up for meant something to you because of it, in a different way to what they’d mean to him. And that’s how you ended up in a big argument. You screaming at him - ‘oh yeah because you have all the money in the fucking world’ - him screaming at you - ‘right sorry I was just trying to fix it didn’t think you’d get so sensitive about it’ - and you walking out. After a couple hours - enough time for both of you to calm down - you return, apologies in hand, explaining how it just meant a lot to you and he’s saying he knows and he’s sorry he was so flippant with it, and you couldn’t resist those puppy dog eyes so you let him pull you in for a hug - ‘When you buy a new pair, babe, I’ll take you out someplace nice’ mumbled into your hair.

— back to back premier league champions!! 💙

Does anyone else have that one mutual who’s like Way Too Popular to be following you and ur lowkey convinced that they regret following u

Right but imagine John Stones saying ‘missus’ in his accent kill me

Fluff with Winksy touching girlfriend's bum whole day.

‘Ugh you’re going to kill me in those jeans’, hands grabbing at your hips, ‘let’s just stay here’. You pulled his hand out the door, demands of no leaving your mouth as you laughed at Harry’s disappointed sighs. And as you went about your day he was constantly placing his hands on your bum, hands in your pockets, you swatting his hands away with a laugh, twirling yourself around so you can playfully hit his chest. And even though he loved them, when you finally got home he got you out of those jeans.