Could You Do Some Marcus Rashford About Jesse Teasing Him And The Reader About Her Hickeys. I Need To

Right okay can we continue this man united photographer and Stonsy flirtation-ship hows he getting her number, his he texting Jesse or one of the United lads to get it or what ?

Following on from this. I’m loving this, anon

He’s fully getting it off Jesse, texting him asking for the ‘photographer’s number’ and Jesse is sending it back with a wink emoji and a teasing ‘remember she’s ours’ and he’s texting you immediately with a simple ‘Hi, it’s John’. You’re replying later in the day, after you’ve finished sorting through the mornings training session photos, surprised that he remembered you or bothered to speak more and you’re smirking as you send back a reply and he’s smiling as he reads it.

Your photos didn’t turn out too bad x

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.

Unlucky.

this bitch here recorded the whole thing

Iker Casillas kisses girlfriend Sara Carbonero after the 2010 World cup

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

john stones + bernardo silva

If you ever tagged me to do one of those tag game thingies and I never did it:

1) Thank you, seriously. Those are fun and being included shows that my followers care enough to want to learn more about me.

2) Very sorry about that, it’s extremely likely that I said to myself “Cool! But I’m busy at the moment, I’ll have to do this later today or tomorrow” before proceeding to just straight-up forget, now it’s too far back in my notifications and/or your blog to find again.

Could you write about meeting John for the first time as the man united photographer at a game and you bump into each other and its playful jibes and a connection straight away and at the end of the night he's asking for your number wanting to take you out for coffee

And it’s when a football is launched in your direction as the players warm up, your photography being interrupted that he jogs up to you with floppy hair to collect it. ‘Hope you’re getting some nice photos’, came a Barnsley accent. And you laugh, ‘of my men in red, yes. Of you? Just photos.’ And he lets out a breath of a laugh and jogs off back to the circle, continuing to train, occasionally looking back at you with a small smile. And throughout the game you take more photos of him, not purposefully but he was good to photograph and you swear in some of them he’s looking right at you. He’s subbed off in the 63rd minute, passing by you and throwing out a ‘Sure those photos of me aren’t good?’ And you shake your head as you laugh a little, watching him walk off smiling, and get back to photographing the men in red - now with no distractions.

On a real Fabinho looked like me trying to get out of year 9 P.E.