He Always Looks Sad, Harry Kane.

Can you write a Harry winks blurb where you go to see him whilst he’s training and they’re having a break in the canteen so you’re sitting with him then the rest of the Tottenham boys come in and tease Harry because of how cute he is with you ❤️

and it’s partly because he’s wrapping his arm around your waist, pulling you closer and nuzzling into your neck and partly because he’s holding food out on his fork for you to eat, leaning in close you and whispering into your ear but you bet when dele and Eric walk in they’re not having it when Harry Kane whispers ‘leave ‘em alone you two’. Of course they’re shouting down the table, ‘she can eat by herself you know, winksy, she’s a big girl’ and ‘god how are you even managing to get her any closer’ and Harry’s cheeks are going red and his face is going in your neck and the teasing remarks continue and you don’t even mind, laughing along to a few of the really good ones because all they’ve done is made Harry act even cuter.

HES ALIVE AND LOOKING FINE AS HELL

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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?’

“You don’t know me well, Your Grace. But I know Ser Jaime. He is a man of honor. I was his captor once. But when we were both taken prisoner But when we were both taken prisoner and the men holding us tried to force themselves on me, Ser Jaime defended me. And lost his hand because of it. Without him, my lady, you would not be alive. He armed me, armored me, and sent me to find you and bring you home and sent me to find you and bring you home because he’d sworn an oath to your mother.”

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

Being friends with Dele growing up and your families always talk about you getting together and you both always tell them it will never happen but secretly you both have feelings and are too afraid that if you say something you will lose your best friend

And you both laugh whenever someone mentions it, brushing it off as complete nonsense: you’re both just friends. But he doesn’t notice how you wince whenever he says ‘shes just me best friend’, and you don’t notice how his face momentarily falls whenever you laugh at the ‘so how long have you been dating?’ comments. And he doesn’t notice when you down a drink and leave as quick as you can whenever you spot him in the corner of a club with a girl and you don’t notice how his knuckles whiten whenever a man buys you a drink. And he doesn’t notice how sick you look when his hands are roaming a girls body in the middle of the dance floor and you don’t notice how he takes a minute to steady his breathing whenever you laugh at another man’s jokes whilst touching his arm. Neither of you notice - but why would you? You’re just friends.

Nothing breaks my heart more than Rondon being fucked off because Ashley won’t buy him and Pérez leaving in the summer and little Almirón just sat all alone without his two pals in the dressing room

Could you write jealous Dele

dele usually loved that you got on with his friends and teammates, but when he hadn’t seen you in weeks and you were sat with Eric laughing every five seconds and giving him all of your attention he wasn’t a big fan of it. When you both left the Tottenham team dinner he was silent on the drive back but you thought nothing of it - you were tired after all. And it’s when you got back, in bed, rolled over and trying to sleep that he mentioned it. ‘Why don’t you just go to fucking Eric’s’ he spoke in a hoarse voice and it seemed so out of the blue to you because why on earth would you do that? A frowning dele awaited you as you turned over, eyes full of sadness and you raised a questioning eyebrow at him, ‘where’s that came from del?’ ‘Well you spent all your time with him tonight. I hadn’t seen you in two weeks and you don’t even look at me’. And you found it funny because he was the one who took you to the dinner, what were you supposed to do, ignore them all? ‘If you didn’t want me to speak to any of them you shouldn’t have taken me’ and he knows you’re right but he doesn’t want to admit it so he just snuggles into your neck, making unintelligible noises and you laugh, basking in the warmth of his body. ‘No need to be jealous, del. Eric’s got nothing on you.’

How’s Stones and the United photographer getting on they still texting ?

They’re texting everyday now. The odd flirty text seeping into the mass of ‘hows your day been?’ But it doesn’t translate to in person meeting and how can it not you live in the same city, you walk the same streets - how have you never seen each other since? And Jesse is teasing you whilst you photograph him in training ‘so hows my mate, John? Doing good is he?’ And you’d laugh at his childishness and snap a photo, desperate to read the unread message you know you’ll have waiting for you; ‘I’m free all of Saturday’

‘Yeah, how you spending that time?’