#John Stones fluff

[libraryofloveletters]

You Snooze, You Lose

John Stones x Reader

Warnings: childhood friends, losing touch, all the boys are so annoying, John is lowkey butthurt, a lot of assuming is happening, mentions of kidnapping, so many emotions, unspoken feelings and regrets, kyle is chief meddler, a little sexual humour, some friendly teasing, jack's love of gucci, divorce, alcohol and the consumption of.

Word Count: 3.9k

Author's Note: this is sooo self indulgent, shout out to pookie who helped me plot this <3 @themandaloriansdiaries

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Childhood friends; a story as old as time..

Everyone knows how it ends, it either works out or it doesn't. You stay friends forever and live happily ever after or you love and you lose, you move on and they stay a chapter in the story of your life.

That's what John Stones was for you.

Your best friend from the age of 9 until you turned 19. The boy across the street, the one that walked you to school, the one you joined at practice, cheering him on from the stands at games.

While you had been focused on making it through school, John's interests were elsewhere. Football was all he thought of, a ball by his feet 24/7. He joined his boyhood club, Barnsley, and worked his way up until he signed for them in 2011. You still remember his debut, the sense of pride and joy you felt was incomparable to anything else in your life.

After a year of playing for the first team at Barnsley, he was off to Everton. John moved, of course, making it easier for him to be with the team. He still returned home but you saw less and less of each other.

By the time he was 22, he was signed to Manchester City and that was the end of the two of you, or rather whatever was left of your friendship.

Granted you were very proud of him and all he achieved, but it still hurt you to lose your best friend. It wasn't 22 year old y/n that was losing her best friend but 9 year old y/n who used to sit in the stands and watch him practice for hours on end.

There wasn't much you saw of John after that. Maybe a hello in passing if you saw him when he returned home to see his family but it became less and less frequent, until all you had left was seeing his face on tv.

8 years, that's how long it's been since you've seen John. Time flies when you've both moved on with your lives.

You find yourself in Manchester, rainy and grey as always but a familiar feeling of coldness reminds you of home.

The jewellers assured you that your ring would be ready in a week and you'd be back then to pick it up. Half past 3 and you've got time until you need to head to the station to get your train home so what better way to spend the time then to shop?

You find your way through the busy streets and into the shops, picking out a few odds and ends for the house, shopping basket on your arm as you make your way through the store.

A text had your focus, trying to keep in your corner as you walked and texted at the same time. You hadn't even noticed as you were walking straight into someone until you hit them. It felt as if you walked into a brick wall, the person was solid to say the least.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry," you say to the person, bending down to pick up your phone before they turn to see who's walked into them.

"Watch where you're going- y/n?" The voice sounds familiar, you think to yourself. How did they know your name?

You look up as you stand up, it takes you only a second to realize who's in front of you. "Johnny," you smiled, the nickname rolling off your tongue as it did many years ago.

"How are you?" The man asks, pulling you into a hug. You felt yourself relax, the feeling of his arms around you reminded you of home in the best way possible.

You take a step back, "I'm good, how are you?"

"Can't complain," he smiled, blue eyes twinkling under the horrendous fluorescent lights. "What brings you all the way to Manchester?"

"You say that as if Manchester is in a whole other part of the planet," you laughed. "But I came to the jewellers to get my ring fixed and I had some time before my train so I decided to do some shopping."

John nods, glancing at his watch. "It's half 5 now, most of the trains are gone by now, no?"

Your eyes widened a bit, "you're joking." Checking your own phone to see he was in fact right, it was half 5 and the last train to Barnsley just left. "Oh shit."

"How are you gonna get home then?" He asks and you shrug. "I'll probably take an Uber."

"No," he shakes his head. "I can't let you do that. I'll take you home."

It's your turn to shake your head. "Well I can't let you do that."

"Why not?" His brows furrowed, making you smile. "You've probably got things to do, big footballer like yourself." You joked.

John rolled his eyes playfully. "Shut up. It's fine. I'll take you home, I can't let you take an Uber, you're too pretty. What if the Uber driver decides to kidnap you? I won't forgive myself, you know."

You can't help but laugh, obnoxiously loud as well. Your hand covers your mouth, giggling behind it as you often did as a child. The action brings back fond memories for John. He smiles at you, his heart warm and fuzzy in his chest.

"What if you tried to kidnap me? I haven't seen you in years, I don't know what you do in your spare time now."

He chuckles, crossing over his heart with his finger. "I promise I'm not a kidnapper, you can call my mum and confirm."

"Fine," you tell him. "You're certain I'm not putting you out by accepting?"

"100 percent," he takes your basket from you, putting it into his shopping cart, pushing it down the aisle as you follow him. "I didn't even ask, where do you live?"

"Barnsley."

John stops and turns around to look at you. "Seriously? You never moved?"

"I mean I don't live in my parents' house anymore but yes, seriously." You laughed, nudging his jaw back around so he can watch where he's going.

The two of you cash out, John insists on paying for your stuff even though you tell him it's fine. He says okay but then removes the little separator between your stuff and his, putting it together without you noticing. You roll your eyes at his childishness, thanking him regardless. Ever the gentleman, leading you back to the car and carrying the bags before opening the door for you.

Certainly his car is worth more than your house but you got in, sitting quietly as he drove towards Barnsley.

The music plays in the background as he drives. "How come you never moved? From Barnsley?"

"It's home," you tell him, "plus not all of us become big footballers that can afford mega mansions."

John laughs, glancing over at you to see the smile on your face. "Speaking of footballers, I saw your last game. You were good."

"Just good?" he teased and you nod. "Mhm hm. You know me, I've always been more of a Liverpool girl."

"Ew," he makes a face, you can't help but laugh; something you did often in his presence. The short time you two had been back together made you feel like a child again.

Sometimes you still couldn't wrap your head around it. John, your John, the little blond boy from across the street was a professional footballer, and a damn good one at that. Playing for a treble winning team and for England, John was living his childhood dream and you couldn't be more proud of your best friend.

If you could even call him that anymore.

It was a short drive once he got off the exit, you directed him to your place. You lived 10 minutes away from your parents, you two used to walk these streets as kids, it was home after all.

John pulled into the driveway, his car looking out of place compared to the neighbourhood but he got out, taking your bags out of the trunk for you.

There's a man coming out of the house, putting his coat on and fishing his car keys out of his pocket as you get out of John's car. "Thank you for preventing my maybe kidnapping," you tell John, taking the bags from him.

He glances at the man and then back to you. "Yeah," he smiles, "anytime." He reaches for his phone, handing it to you. "Give me your number, so we can stay in touch."

You put your number in, telling him to text you so you could save his number. "Don't be a stranger," you say as he pulls you into a hug. "Even footballers have friends."

John laughs, a big smile on his face. "I know, I promise to text."

"Thank you again, for everything."

"Anything for an old friend."

You smile, "bye Johnny."

"Bye y/n."

John gets back into his car, watching as you walk up the driveway to the man who was by the front door. He doesn't pull off, but instead watches the interaction between the two of you. The man on the porch kisses your cheek before walking down to the driveway.

It takes John a moment to connect the dots; the ring at the jewellers, the house that looked like it was a happy home, the man on the porch, the kiss on the cheek.

You were married.

John's heart feels like it's been broken again, in a whirlwind of emotions; disbelief, regret, and a sense of longing. The realization stings of missed opportunities and unspoken words. Every laugh shared, every whisper, every stolen glance filled with love, every memory cherished now carried a bittersweet feeling.

The knowledge that he never confessed his love. It was unknown to you but John had always thought of you as his.

You were his y/n, his best friend, his girl.

No matter how much he tried to move on, despite the two of you never being more than friends, there was no woman compared to you. That's a horrible way to live, he can hear Kyle's words in his head, his teammate telling him he's got to get on with his life.

But how could he move on knowing you were still out there? All but a phone call away and yet he never reached out. He moved on with his life, achieving all he hoped, all but one thing.

He moved on and so did you. No one's to blame but himself.

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Kyle finds his teammate picking at his lunch, pushing the pieces of chicken around his plate with the fork. "Didn't your mum teach you it's rude to play with your food?" He says, glancing at the younger player.

John rolls his eyes in response. "Oh, we're moody today." Kyle takes a sip of his juice. "What's going on?"

"I saw y/n last week." John mumbles, staring at his half eaten lunch.

Kyle nearly spits out his juice and hits John in the face. "Y/n? As in.. your y/n?"

"Bumped into her at the store and took her home."

"What's the issue, mate? You took her home and what? The sex was that bad? I guess years of pining will do that to a guy."

"Shut up," John groans at his friend's crudeness. "We didn't have sex, you jackass. She's married."

"Oh," Kyle makes a face, and it's as if John can see the gears turning in his friend's head. He knows whatever is to come out of Kyle's mouth next is going to be ridiculous.

"Well, do you want me to beat up her husband? You can run in and save him, you'll look like the hero and she'll fall in love with you and leave her husband."

"That's the stupidest thing I've ever heard in my life," John chuckles, "but no."

Kyle shrugs, taking a piece of chicken off of John's plate and eats it. "I offered a solution and you don't want it. You can't beat yourself up over her being married. You snooze, you lose, Johnny boy."

"Have I ever told you how unhelpful you are?"

"All the time," Kyle smiles. John's phone buzzes on the table, the man glances over to see who it is. "Who is it? Is it her?" Kyle asks, sticking his head over to see who texted John.

He pushes Kyle's head away and reads the message.

To John: Hi Johnny, you're invited to dinner on Sunday.

To John: Well I'm inviting you now. Sunday at mine at 6pm, or anytime after that? Does that work for you?

"Say yes," Kyle tells him before he can even think what to reply. John shakes his head, "I don't want to have dinner with her and her husband."

"What if I beat him-" "Shut up, that's not an option."

Kyle rolls his eyes, taking the phone from John and replying before he could stop him.

From John: Hi y/n, thank you for the invite, 6 works great for me. Can I bring anything?

"What did you do?" John tries to get his phone back from Kyle but he runs over to the other table where Jack and Erling were sitting.

To John: Just your pretty face ;)

"Why would you do that, you idiot?" John smacks Kyle's arm, taking his phone back. "This is going to be the most awkward dinner of my life."

Jack turns to see John and Kyle fighting. "What's going on?"

"Johnny boy's got dinner with a married woman." Kyle says, telling everyone John's business. Erling makes a face. "A married woman? Is that like.. a kink for you?"

"No!" John groans, putting his phone into his pocket. "She's a friend that happens to be married. It's not what Kyle made it seem like." He glares at his friend, Kyle shrugs.

Jack asks the important question. "What are you going to wear? Do you want to borrow one of my Gucci shirts?"

"I'd rather not look ugly," John says, making Jack roll his eyes. "Opposed to.. you looking like yourself? So just double ugly?"

He huffs, "I'll wear something I have. It's only dinner."

"If you say so," Jack makes a face, clearly disapproving of John's fashion choices.

John grumbles as he walks off, "I hate all of you."

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The days pass and John finds himself at your front door, heart beating out of his chest with nerves. He didn't want to have dinner with you and your husband. He wanted to turn back, to get into his car and leave.

He can't.

John's done scarier things, he's played matches that sent him into a spiral and yet, he's alive and well. One evening won't kill him.

It'll be in and out; dinner, small talk and then he'll leave with the excuse of an early training session.

He knocks, his palms sweaty. They take turns holding the bottle of wine as he wipes his palms on his jeans. The door opens, you're standing there with your hair over your shoulders and a big smile on your face.

"You made it," you stepped aside, "come in."

"I'm so sorry I'm late," he says as he walks in, noticing your bare feet he takes his shoes off. "I had a match and then we had the debrief and then I went home to shower, lost track of time and got stuck in traffic."

"Don't even worry about it," you tell him, shutting the door. John passes the bottle of wine over to you, "for you."

"I told you, you didn't need to fuss and bring anything." You accept the bottle with a smile regardless.

"It's no trouble, plus it's rude to show up empty handed." He says, watching as you walk to the kitchen. "Make yourself at home," you called out to him and John took that as his sign to poke around a bit.

He sticks his head into the living room, no sign of the husband. It's warm, homely. A couch against the back wall, tv by the window, fireplace along another wall. You've got photo frames hanging, some as decorations, some with actual photos.

There are three photos hung on the wall in the hallway, he stops to admire them. The middle frame had a little boy holding a baby wrapped up in a lavender blanket and the other two were what seemed to be school photos. The boy on the left and the girl on the right.

You peek out of the kitchen to see John looking at the photos. "Cute kids," he says. "Yours?"

Shrugging, you walk over to him. "Bought the house and they were on the wall, it seemed wrong to take them down."

"Oh," he makes a face, unsure what to say and you laugh, resting your hand on his bicep. "I'm kidding, they're mine. This is Sebastian," you point to your son and then your daughter. "This is Sophia."

"They're cute, they look like you."

"Genes are strong, Stonesy. Just like yours." You say, making him laugh. He nods as he knows what you meant. He and his sister were the same person, different genders.

"How old are they?" John asks while he follows you into the kitchen.

"Seb is 7 and Soph is 4."

"It's quiet, you'd think it'd be loud with little ones. Are they not home?"

"No," you handed him a glass of wine. "They're at their dad's for the weekend."

"Oh," John says, taking a sip of his wine. "You're not married?"

You make a face, one of disgust rather as you turned to your friend. "God no, ew. Why would you think that?"

John laughs at your face. "I just thought.. you said you had to get your ring fixed so I assumed your wedding ring."

"It's my blue one, the one you gave me for my birthday before you left for Everton." You tell him, checking on the roast in the oven.

John thinks back, he did gift you a ring for your 18th birthday, it was a few months before he signed for Everton. He thought it'd be a nice thing to give you, 18 was a big birthday plus he was officially making big boy money, not as much as he made now, but more than enough that he could afford to buy his best friend a nice gift for her birthday.

"I can't believe you still have that."

"Well I thought about pawning it off but the guy said he'd only give two pounds, so I figured I'd keep it. Sentimental value or something like that." You joked, John rolled his eyes at your words playfully.

"Yeah, yeah. Is there anything I can help with? I feel bad sitting around."

"Take the roast out of the oven? The pan is unnecessarily heavy." You set the plates on the table and John looks at you while walking to the oven. "You made a roast?"

"Well it's Sunday, isn't it?"

John nods, "it is. I haven't had a proper one in years, like actually sitting at the table and eating it. It's always left overs from mum because I had other stuff to do."

"It's so depressing," you chuckled. "Wait, I didn't even ask, can you eat this? Aren't you on some super footballer diet or something?"

"It's fine," he tells you, carrying the pan to the table. "One night won't kill me."

Dinner was quiet, the two of you chatted and caught up on as much as you can about the last 8 years. You talked about family, yours and his, he told you stories of his teammates and shared little memories he cherished from your childhood, you told him about your kids and how they drive you mad everyday.

It was nice, it was the grown up version of eating Chinese take out at 3am in the kitchen as teens.

You find yourself on the couch, each of you with a glass of wine and the almost empty bottle on the coffee table.

"I wonder, since you thought I was married, are you hiding a relationship?" You asked, finishing off your glass before setting it on the table. "Am I going to see myself in a headline somewhere? John Stones spotted cheating on wife with mystery woman." You both laughed at the made up headline.

"No," he shook his head. "I'm single, no need to worry." He mirrored your action and set the empty glass on the table before leaning back into the couch. "But if I can ask, what happened between you and your.. husband? Were you married ?"

"I was," you nodded. "We thought we could make it work but between work and the kids, we have no time for each other and we were miserable, even when we were together. It wasn't good for us nor was it good for the kids. So instead of the kids having one unhappy home, we decided to call it quits and let them have two happy homes."

"That's very mature of you both."

"I'd like to think so." You smiled. "What about you? How come you're single? You're young and handsome and talented."

"You think I'm handsome?" He raised an eyebrow. You roll your eyes, laughing as you smack his arm lightly. "Shut up, you know what I meant."

"Well, I never moved on.. from someone in the past."

"Oh.. someone broke your heart?" You shifted to face him fully. "Tell me everything."

John smiles, some things never change. "Sorta, I mean, not really. It was a long time ago and when I left home, I left her behind and I regret that. I shouldn't have left like that, we should have figured something out. I should have reached out but I didn't. I think I wasn't sure how to, so I never did.''

You nod, thinking. You understood what he meant but you were trying to figure out who he was talking about so you started naming off the girls he used to see while he was living in Barnsley and Liverpool.

"It's none of them," he says, smiling at your effort.

"So who is it?" You asked, brows furrowed. "I know all your exes."

John smiles at you, the twinkle in his eyes as he looked at you was a dead give away, and it hits you like a freight train. "It's.. me?" You look at him, your cheeks bright red when he nods.

It reminds him of when you two were younger, the two of you giggling until you're out of breath and red in the face.

"So pretty," he whispers, going to pinch your cheek. "Shut up," you mumble, swatting his hand away. John smiles, hand cupping your cheek.

A hand wraps around his wrist, the two of you looking at each other. In that moment, years of unspoken words hung in the air. Without a single word said, they both knew what the other was feeling - a feeling that had been buried deep within you both for so long.

With a soft smile, John leaned in, closing the gap between you. Your lips met in a kiss, pulling you into him. As they sat on the couch, still intertwined, John and y/n felt a sense of peace wash over them.

It was as if the weight of years of unspoken emotions had finally been lifted off their shoulders.

John's forehead pressed to yours, "do you know how long I've been waiting to do that?"

"Do you know how long I've been waiting for you to do that?" You giggled, kissing him once more.

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The man of my dreams - John Stones

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Warning: SMUT smut smut (the gif is pretty self explanatory)

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John was chilling on your bed as you walked around in just your knickers, keeping your hands to your chest, to cover your naked boobs.

That sight didn't go unnoticed to your boyfriend who looked up at you scanning your figure with his eyes, taking it all in.

"This isn't fair of you"

"What?"

"Walking around naked"

He looked genuinely frustrated, sulking.You smirked and shook your head.

"I was about to take a shower but I forgot to take my underwear"

When he got up he leaned down for a kiss, a loving but hungry kiss. You body was adhering perfectly to his, the pressure of your naked tits against the soft cotton of his light gray t-shirt caused a little moan to escape his lips. 

It was at that moment you realised a totally unintentional gesture as walking around your house practically naked soon turned into something quite provocative and hot.

John's hands rested on your hips, softly brushing your fluffy skin as he let his thumbs under the side of your panties.

You soon switched your roles as you became the horny one. When your other half's lips parted from yours, you threw your arms around his neck pulling him in for a kiss rather desperately.

"Come take a shower with me…this pussy needs you" You whined with no shame at all.

You woke up all of a sudden, panting. The wetness between your legs just gave you further confirmation of what the dream you just had was about (as if you needed any ulterior proof). 

You glanced towards John’s body resting by your side as a part of you wanted to jump on him and put into practice what your subconscious just showed you but the other thought it wouldn’t have been appropriate and it was best if you left things as they were and tried to go back to sleep.

Putting your mind to rest in order to get back to sleep seemed harder than ever, as you couldn’t stop replaying the evocative images you dreamed of.

It was now four hours since you started tossing and turning in your bed and it was time for you to accept you wouldn’t have gotten the lost sleep back, as a thudding headache was starting to form

As you first put your feet on the ground, the cold wooden floor reminded you you wouldn’t have find the perfect combination of comfort and the warmth provided by John’s body and the soft duvet wrapping you nowhere else in the house (nor in the world) and that thought brought a grimace of pain to your lips.

That wince soon turned into a smile when your tired eyes fell on your boyfriend still deep in his sleep: his angelic appearance literally drove you crazy as he looked so cute but also so irresistible as well, making you feel a slight sense of frustration (well, after that dream that kept you up almost all night it was impossible not to feel frustrated).

You put on your big pile vest before going downstairs, where the sight of the Christmas tree together with all the other decorations you and John put around the house some days earlier, warmed your heart. It also served you as a reminder that you still had some presents left to buy and you huffed, switching on the heating as well as your laptop to deal with that formality while having breakfast.

The warmth of the black coffee you were sipping from your favourite mug caused a jolt down your spine, a pleasurable one but not as good as the one John’s lips provoked when he pressed them against the nape of your neck as a form of greeting.

Your focused pout evolved into a smile once again that morning: feeling his touch on your skin was the best sensation ever to you, the only person whose touch would never annoy you.

“Hey” You whispered over your shoulder.

“Good morning” His eyes were still half closed and swollen with sleep and you couldn’t help but press a tender peck on the bridge of his nose.

“You woke up quite early for someone who’s on her day off” He grumbled, stretching his back and long arms, before walking past the stove.

“Yeah erm I couldn’t sleep very well”

“How come?”

“No idea…” The thought of the real reason behind your early wake up caused you to blush as you tried to hide the nervous laugh that was about to leave your mouth behind your mug. Your eyes lingering on his body, on the perfect curve of his bum,on the outline of his bicep peeking out of his short sleeved t-shirt as well as his tattoos gracing his skin, made it even harder for you to resist and a sigh immediately came out of your mouth. 

It didn’t go unnoticed to John who gave you a questioning look.

“What’s that? What are you hiding?”

“Nothing, I have nothing to hide from you” You smiled, looking back at the computer screen before you.

He didn’t buy your poor acting performance and he was determined to find out the truth behind your weird demeanour.

“Come on, tell me what’s happening”

“Nope babe, everything’s okay”

“You had a nightmare?”

“No, not really…”

John bent over you in what should have been an intimidating posture in his mind but it only made you cheeks turn crimson and your heart beat faster.

“What are you doing?” You giggled, bending backwards against the back of the chair as his tall figure was now towering over you.

“You leave me no choice other than punishing you”

Oh what a pity, the man you had been thirsting over for the whole night was threatening to punish you…dreams do come true, if you believe hard enough.

You bit on your lower lip and slowly undid your robe’s belt, without looking away from John’s eyes.

“I’m ready”

He definitely liked the direction things were taking, he was quite pleased with it actually, but he was just playing, being a tease as usual. 

You realised it when he smirked and got away from you, leaving an innocent kiss on your forehead. 

To say he let you down was an understatement, was he really there only to play with your deepest needs??

“That’s all?? A kiss on the forehead was your punishment?”

John turned around and looked at you, his head slightly bent on the side.

He gently nibbled at your finger before sucking on it, savouring what you just offered him.

Without losing eye contact with him, you spread your legs and pushed a finger underneath your panties to move it through your folds. Your dream mixed with the interaction that was taking place was enough to make you wet already.

You slowly got up to walk to where he was and stood right in front of him. The lust in your eyes said it all and the gesture that followed was just a further proof of it: you rubbed your finger, sticky with your wetness, over John’s lower lip so he could taste how bad your craving of him was.

“I guess my breakfast is almost ready…”

You both smirked as John lowered down his head to press a trail of kisses that started from your jaw down to your neck.

You giggled and let him take control of the situation, going for the next steps.

He lifted you up to place your body on the kitchen counter you usually used as a table or as a countertop so you could sit on it. Strangely to say it was a place you never had sex on with John and the newness of it all made it even more exciting, giving chills down your spine.

The hiss you whispered as the cool marble came in contact with your hot skin made your boyfriend giggle and it was the only moment he let go of your skin. 

He smirked at you before spreading your legs so he could stand in between. 

His kisses were burning hot as he went on taking off your clothes without any hesitation, being particularly grateful that he only had to get rid of your pajamas’ top as your night equipment didn’t include any bra. 

His white t-shirt followed the lilac night robe on the floor as it already left your body moments ago, when you showed him what your plans were. 

The sight of his bare chest drew a grin to your lips. His god-like body always made your mouth water, especially that time that your excitement was peaking.

He sucked on the left one, brushing his warm tongue left and right before tugging on it with his teeth. 

John firmly pressed his hands on your hips to pull you towards him in order for his tongue to give some attention to your chest

You whimpered as you felt his lips around your nipples that soon got as hard as the marble you were sitting on.

The level of arousement in you was getting higher and higher and the familiar knot forming at the pit of your stomach was starting to form.

“Yes” The feeble mumble that left your mouth, followed by your hand in his hair, spurred him on as your boyfriend shifted his attention to the other nipple.

His torture was gentle but ruthless at the same time and he wasn't giving your mind time to process everything that was happening in that kitchen.

When he was done, his mouth left your upper body to move down and brush soft kisses on every inch of your exposed skin.

What he left behind were the signs of his passage which consisted of red marks and shiny spots caused by his warm spit. He could have covered your whole body with those signs and you wouldn’t have put up any resistance.

That man could have done anything, whatever crossed his mind to your body.

John stopped when he felt your fingers wrapping around his wrist and he lifted up his head to take a look at your face.

“This pussy needs you” That sentence you moaned was the exact same one you said in your dream last night as that expressed your needs in the most accurate way possible.

“Getting there, baby girl…” He pressed a kiss, one on each of your inner thighs “...show me where do you want me”

You gently guided his hand where you needed him the most, pushing it inside your panties and you gasped: the warmth his fingers were radiating brought a whimper to your mouth and a tremble to your legs, feeling as if your knees were about to fail you.

He whimpered when his pads came in contact with your juices. Your wetness was evident to his touch and he couldn’t help but be satisfied with it: even after all that time, he still had that effect on you and it was priceless to him.

“So wet already…” He groaned, biting on his bottom lip. John gave a quick stroke to your clit before taking his hand out of your underwear to bring his index and middle finger to brush over your still covered folds in a slow but intense motion.

It was then the turn of his thumb to test the waters as he applied a pleasurable pressure against your clit, moving it in circular motions while doing so. A desperate whimper left your mouth as he did that.

“You like it, don’t you?”

You nodded as his hand job was forbidding words to come out of your mouth. 

Desperate, high-pitched moans became the only form you could express yourself with.

John gave a quick glance at you before kneeling down to press a couple of soft kisses below your belly button. His eyes were closed and his lips felt like feathers against your skin and you placed your left foot over his shoulder.

“Yes babe”

Another quick glance right before he kissed your still covered but damp pussy.

You were now fully ready to have him fucking you: you were ridicolously wet and you couldn’t help but moving your left hand in circular motion over your clit, the squeaky sound of your wetness mixed with your ragged breathing being the soundtrack of the moment.

He moved your slip to the side and, as soon as you felt his plumpy lips close to your core, you knew they were gonna take the palace of your hand: he kneeled down and placed both of his hands on your thighs to keep them open for him to eat you out without any problem. 

At first he helped himself to have full access to it by opening your folds with his thumbs. He gave it a first, raw lick there as if to give you a preview of what was waiting for you. Then he positioned himself in a more comfortable position and started moving his lips against your pussy so passionately. He was sucking on your bud and parting your folds with his tongue, his tip frantically teasing your skin down there. 

God he was good at eating you out, it was never enough for you. You started bucking your hips against his mouth as the urge to feel his tongue deeper and deeper inside of you was insatiable. He moved his tongue from down to up, making it each time faster

He kept alternating those motions encouraged by your heavy breaths and also added some husky moans that sent you over the moon.

He was perfect and everything he did as well.

A loud pop was what made you wince, meaning he broke the contact with the most secret part of you that he knew like the back of his hand by then.

“So perfect…” He breathed out, looking at your wetness and pressing his lips to it another time. He now brought his index close to your mouth and you liked it, a lot. But it was too soon to make you cum and it wasn’t the way he wanted it to happen.

John got up and gently pushed his erection inside of you, causing your mouth to form an O shape while feeling every inch of him filling you.

In a romantic spark, John leaned himself forward so his body would adhere perfectly to yours and brushed his lips against yours, while waiting for you to adjust to his big cock.

The man started with gentle but deep thrusts that touched every single corner of your walls, making you yearn for more.

He left a small peck at the corner of your mouth before pulling himself up and speeding up his moves.

The incoherent sounds coming from your throat were getting louder and higher as the sweat drops adorning his abs perfectly matched the heat of the moment as well as his stamina.

He pressed his hand on your stomach as if to feel his dick pumping into you and you kept moaning and holding onto him, touching his neck and moving your shaky fingers up and down his back.

“Yes yes yes” You squealed as John hit your most sensitive spot while fucking you mercilessly. His pushes were making you see stars almost literally as your vision got blurred and tiny, dark dots started to form before your eyes.

He decided adding some more pressure could have been a good idea so he synchronised his pushes with his fingers: he slid down the hand pressed on your stomach to brush its palm over your clit, before letting his thumb do the work.

His finger's motion was as fast as the one of his pelvis, you thought you were about to pass out. Your boyfriend gasped when he lowered his gaze to where your bodies were connected and saw your juices starting to coat his member. It was irresistible and one of the hottest things he ever saw.

“Babe I - I'm cl-”

You couldn’t finish your sentence as a loud groan from John anticipated what you were going to say. He was close too but wanted you to cum first so he gave his all for the final thrusts and your hand joined his once again, both your fingers brushing against your swollen clitoris. 

The orgasm washed over you, culminating in a loud whimper and it was so strong he left you shaking.

Once he met his purpose, John slowed down, placed a kiss on your thigh stretched against his left shoulder, and released his load inside of you, spattering the last drops of his seed on our lower stomach.

You were both panting messes, trying to recover from one of the best sex sessions you ever had.

You were still there with your eyes closed, still a bit shaky and trying to catch your breath while he opened his eyes to catch sight of his cum coming out of your vagina: the sight of it made him bite on his lower lip and pick it up for you to taste it. It was the perfect mixture of both of your juices and it tasted like heaven.

“Haven't you had enough, want some more?” He asked hoarsely as he enjoyed the view of you sucking on his thumb as it was the sweetest lollipop you ever tried.

You sat up on the table, keeping his body between your legs.

“Can't have enough of you” You breathed out with a raspy voice, looking intensely into his eyes while swirling your tongue around his finger.

John smirked and squeezed your love handle with his free hand.

“You know what?”

“Mhh?”

“You had your breakfast but I didn’t have mine…” You naughtily suggested as he sat down on the chair before you. “...and I’m hungry…”

You hopped off the counter to go and open the fridge, under the curious look of the City defender, who smirked when you wiggled the whipped cream as a hint of what you had in mind.

John’s smirk was a reflection of yours and it kept getting bigger as you walked closer to where he was.

“So naughty…” He slurred against your cheek before leaving a playful bite on it.

“Spray it wherever you want” Your offer sounded too inviting not to take it literally: he grabbed the can from your hands and your nipples got smeared with the white cream that came out of it.  

It soon disappeared thanks to his tongue that licked it off, making you moan with satisfaction.

He did the same to your buttcheek, biting on your soft but toned skin and winning a laugh from you.

“You cheeky boy!”

“You said wherever I wanted!” He giggled and slapped your bum before giving other small bites here and there.

“Okay enough, my turn now!” 

You sprayed it all over his chest and gave him a kinky look before letting your tongue travel over his upper body: the first thing your mouth touched were his nipples, now covered with the sweet cream. Your kisses left white trails along his chest that lead to his pelvis, the part you would use to eat your breakfast. You sprayed the whipped cream over his tip to pounce on it seconds after, to satisfy the hunger you had for him.

Your mouth perfectly wrapped around his shaft, as it was meant to be there around him. The motion of your head bobbing up and down guided his deep moans and spurred you to go forward. Your spit, that served as lube, got mixed with the cream and with his precum and tickled your taste buds in an unusual combination.

You stuck your tongue out for him to lick the new mixture off it too. In the heat of the moment he grabbed your face firmly which inevitably led to a messy kiss where your tongues engaged in a fight to show who was the stronger one.

That fight got so hectic you straddled him to kiss him better being in a more comfortable position. 

John tied your hair with his hand and tugged on them so your face leaned backwards and he had full access to your neck that he could bite and kiss the way he pleased.

“You know what would be good right now?” He huskily asked into your ear, leaving a kiss behind it.

“A shower?”

“Good girl”

"You're the man of my dreams" You meant every single word of that sentence, he was constantly on your mind as your dreams suggested.

He smiled against your lips as you kissed him sweetly, your hands wrapped around his neck.

"Speaking of dreams...what happened last night?"

You led him upstairs where your big bathroom was. You grabbed his hand as if you feared he could get lost and entered the cubicle first, letting the stream of hot water wash over you, giving him a visual of your crucial dream…

TO BE CONTINUED ?

[jchnstones]

John Stones | Mini Valentines

in which john becomes his daughter’s first valentine, resulting in an excited Eden.

a/n: happy valentines day! back from the dead for one day only <3

when john stood at the letter box, fingers gripped to the card full of love, he couldn't help but think that this was a silly idea.

the previous night he'd clicked his pen and scribbled a quick message, signing it from a secret admirer. a glide of the tongue over the envelope sticks it into place, a last drag of the pen reads to eden. he hated the thought of boys one day sending his daughter cards that declared how much they love her, accompanied by bunches of flowers and cheap chocolates. that was his job, he thought, to love her so much she'd have no room left to fit anyone else's into her heart.

he sighs as the card leaves his his grip and falls into the red box, a snickered breath leaving his lips as he does so. perhaps it was silly, but at least her first valentines was daddy.

february 14th

Eden’s feet dangle from the stool tucked into the breakfast bar, her hands scooping up cereal with her spoon. you stand, arms crossed and back against the surface as you watch her, milk dripping from her chin as she licks her lips with every spoonful. "just like daddy, aren't you?" you mutter, fingers lacing through her hair. She beams, teeth showing briefly before she sloppily wipes her lips with the back of her tiny hand.

"and what's that supposed to mean?" john bounces through to the kitchen, one hand gripping a bunch of roses, the other some cards. “Postman’s been!” "john," you whine, lips pouting once you spot the flowers. "i thought we weren't doing valentines this year?" he holds them out towards you, bending over slightly as his lips pucker against yours. “can never help myself though, can I?” you take them from him, admiring their deep red colour before placing them on the counter.

"and a very special letter," john starts. he squints his eyes as he pretends to make out what the name says on the envelope. "for Eden!" she giggles, her palms clapping together as she watches her daddy place it down in front of her through the motion of an aeroplane. "mommy look." she struggles to hold the card, but once she has a hold of it with both hands, she waves it in the air to show you. "A letter for me." her cheeks bunch as her smile spreads across her face, into her eyes. john glows as he watches his daughter's excitement ooze from her bones. this is the moment he'd waited for for years. he glares over at you, pouting his bottom lip as his brows arch. how adorable.

"well open it then, lovebug." you call, watching as she stares at the card.

"daddy, what does it say?" Eden turns in her chair as she searches for john, who steps over to her. he takes it from her hands gently and bends over so his elbows are placed on the breakfast bar. you stand next to him, arm placed over his back as your head leans in to read along too.

“to Eden," john places his finger under the words as he reads, Eden’s eyes following along. her eyebrows furrow as her fingers rest on her cheeks. "i hope you have a great valentine's day and eat lots of yummy chocolates." she squeals as the thought of the sweet goods enters her mind.

“I love you to the moon and all the way back," the expression in johns voice makes your heart sink. he was so gentle with her, he adored her so much. "big bear hugs and sloppy kisses, love from your secret admirer." johns eyes gape at her as he closes the card, his lips tugging into a soft smile. her hands are now clasped over her open mouth, her little ponytails swinging from side to side as her body rocks through pure excitement.

"who is it?" she whispers, her green eyes studying johns face. he leans closer to her as you watch him, nose booping against Eden’s cheek. "well, perhaps we'll never know." he plants a kiss on her soft skin and slowly rises from his stance. he catches your eyes now and shares a content smile. to you, he screams of home and faint laughter from the next room; vanilla cupcakes on a rainy day and gentle fingertips tracing hearts on each other's back. he is warmth when it snows with hands like puzzle pieces so familiar to yours.

John opens his arm and scoops you closer to him, fingers squeezing around your waist.

[nosugarallspice]

john john johnny stonessssss with "I never thought you could make such sweet noises" - perhaps he walks in on you with you're taking care of yourself or whateverrrrrr (girl idk how to phrase it without making myself laugh)

Johnny Stonessss // bitch this is kinda sexy wtf👀

Minors DNI!!!

Word count : 354

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You grew impatient as you waited for John to come home. He told you he’d be back by 4 this afternoon but here you are- still waiting and it’s now 7.

The sensation in between your legs grew by the second, you tried your best to ignore it, squeezing your thighs together tightly in an attempt to ease the feeling.

You wanted to wait for him, you’d very much rather feel his cock buried deep inside you but you gave in and settled on using your fingers instead.

—

A loud sigh escaped your lips as your fingers gathered up your silk: now tracing circles over your clit, soon slipping two fingers in between your folds.

Your head fell back into the pillows as moans fell from your lips, your fingers moving fast- the mix of your wetness and whimpers could be heard.

You were so caught up in what you were doing that you didn’t notice John come into the room, a smirk on his lips as he watched you fuck yourself with your own fingers.

“I never thought you could make such sweet noises.”

Immediately stopping your movements, your eyes shot open, “J-John? When did you get home?” Your face is completely red after getting caught.

“Not long ago,” he smiled, “why’d you stop? I was enjoying the show.”

“Come finish it, I’ve been waiting for you.” You whined, it came out more bratty than you expected but, John did leave you waiting.

He quickly made his way over to the bed, now hovering over you. His hand instantly makes its way in between your legs. “You’re so wet, all this for me?” You nodded eagerly, pushing against his hand. “Please.” You whimpered

“Someone is needy.” He smiled, his fingers slipping into your aching cunt, leaving you feeling full, just the way you like.

Your legs shook as he worked his fingers inside of you, moans falling freely from your lips. Your pussy clenched around his fingers as your release approached.

“John.” You cried out, your hand gripping his wrist as he moved his fingers faster.

“I know baby, go ahead, cum for me.”

[footiehoemcfc]

A sip, and you score

Hello :), this is my first John fic, ngl I'm nervous bc its my first time writing for him. Anyway, if you have any ideas or request you can send them to me I will gladly do them :). My master list is pinned in my blog if you want to check it out. Fluff, smut, tw none, 2.8k words.

To say this season for John has been amazing is an understatement. He was selected for the England world cup squad, he is now challenging for the title again, UCL semis again, the FA cup final and having played in different positions and out of his comfort zone so well. You were very excited for him and so proud of all the hard work he has done, seeing it payoff is amazing. 

You and John started dating during Covid year. It was a very weird way to start a relationship, to quarantine with someone you had met for just 2 months. In a way, it was the best thing that could’ve happened to both of you. You had someone to spend a lot of time with, at times where it could become quite boring. You got to know him more than anyone and discover that actually, you two were perfect for each other. When you two first started dating, he was struggling to get into the team. It sucked seeing him sad and upset but seeing the progress he has made from that time to now; it just amazes you.

You were currently cuddled up to him, his arms around your waist and his chest pressed to your back. It was early in the morning and you knew his alarm would be annoying you at any second. Today was a big day, they were playing against Arsenal at home. John had told you he was not nervous but excited for this game. You on the other hand, you were very nervous because you know how south a game can go. 

You don’t know why, but you woke up with a very different feeling this morning than the feeling you had last night about the game. You felt in your gut they would win, and John having scored already and played amazingly you had a feeling he could score again. You didn’t want to jinx it, but you also wanted to let him know how sure you were and how confident you felt in him. 

You got up from bed carefully to not wake your sleeping boyfriend so he could enjoy 5 more minutes of sleep. You went straight to the kitchen to make yourself and John a cup of tea. You noticed the time, it was 8:55 am. You noticed how many tea bags were left, 5. You noticed you had unread messaged from last night, 5. You remembered a scene from the movie you binged with John last night, Focus. How they made someone choose the exact player they wanted him to choose to win a bet by making the man see the number 5 the whole day and subconsciously pick 55. All of these 5’s was giving you even more of a better feeling. You were always a big believer in intuition and going with your gut. 

You were thinking about all of this while making tea and jumped a little when you felt two strong arms wrap around your waist. “Morning my love” John said kissing your cheek. “Hi baby”, you stopped doing what you were doing, turned around and hugged him. Once you pulled away, John went outside so your dog could go potty and to take the trash out. 

John came back in and sat in the stool from the kitchen bar looking at his phone. You finished up the tea and placed his mug in front of him. “Are you excited about today?” you asked taking a sip from your tea. He placed his phone on the table and looked back at you, “Yea, I feel like it’s going to be a good game honestly”. “I have a good feeling too” “How? You said you were nervous last night” he says laughing. You laughed as well, you were scared but all these signs gave you a good feeling. Before John could take the first sip of his tea, you wanted to tell him it was different today. “I made a different tea today and… a sip of it means your scoring today so” you said playfully and proudly. “Is that so? You are making like a magic tea for me then?” he asked smiling. “Yea, I woke up with a good feeling today” “alright then” he takes a sip from his mug and smiles. He takes another one and soon enough he finishes his tea. “I guess I’m scoring a goal today then” he says smirking and you laugh. “If you do actually score, I want a bit of credit” you say as he comes closer to you. He grabs your face gently and kisses you. “You will get more than that”, you smirk when he says this knowing exactly what he means. 

John went back to his room to shower and leave to the training center before the game. Meanwhile you started doing work stuff to be free in the evening since you were attending the game. “Okay my love I’m off” John appears in your little office like space to kiss you goodbye. “Bye baby”, you both hug each other tightly like you do before every single game. He kisses you lovingly, “good luck yea? I know you are going to be so great today” you said smiling against his lips. He kisses you one more time before he has to leave. 

As excited as you were, you always had that thought in the back of your head of “what if they actually lose?” but you distracted yourself with work stuff, house chores and organizing your stuff around the house. 

It was near 6 pm and you started getting ready to go to the stadium. His family would all be there today, as well as some of the other teammates girlfriends which you have gotten very close with. Once you were satisfied with your makeup and outfit, you headed to your car. The whole ride to the stadium was filled with John’s playlist and it kind of made your nervousness go away, at least for a little bit. 

You were the first one in the box and you could see the staff arranging a banner they would display and the players warming up on the pitch. Before every game you would text John a quick message consisting of I love you and Good luck. This time, it included something else. “Already at the stadium! I love you and good luck! Score that goal for me please ;)”. 

Everyone else arrived to the box, you greeted his mom, dad, sister and Sasha who was in the box next to you. “I need them to win otherwise Jack gets so moody and it’s annoying” you laughed at Sashas’s joke. You were in between John’s sister and Sasha watching the game. The atmosphere was amazing, the stadium was bouncing. Everyone knew how important this game would be in order to win the title this season. 

The ref blew the whistle and not even 10 minutes in, Kevin scored the opener causing the whole stadium to roar. The game was looking good. You were holding either Sasha’s hand or fidgeting with your bracelets from the anxiety you had. Just before half time, they gained a free kick. You knew John loves his header goals, so you were excited to see if it would be a goal from him. Kevin made a really good pass and John was able to put it in the net. You all stood up once the ball went in, screamed but not even for a second. The goal was ruled as offside. “For fuck’s sake man” you said sitting down and covering your face. “They need to probably check it, damn that looked like a great goal” John’s sister told you. “Yea they are checking look” Sasha says pointing to the screen. “I really need him to score otherwise I will look like an idiot and disappoint him” you said while biting down on your nails, “what? What do you mean?” Sasha asked chuckling. “Oh god, I woke up today with a good feeling he would score and I told him, I was very confident and now if he doesn’t I will feel dumb” you said almost laughing know realizing it was just dumb coincidence all the signs you saw. “Oh my god look!” Sasha says pointing to the screen. The green line. It was a goal. You fucking called. “Yes!! I called it! Oh my god!”. Once the referee gave the goal, the whole stadium and all the players started celebrating and singing John’s song. You were so happy for him, and you saw he blew you kiss from the pitch after celebrating. 

The whole second half, city were playing amazingly with Kevin scoring another goal and Erling in the last minutes scoring one as well. You were so happy for the team, but you were even happier for John. You knew how much it meant to him the fans singing his name and making them proud. 

While you waited for John in the player’s lounge, you caught up with his family and some of the other wives and girlfriends. You still felt a lot of adrenaline form the game but the only thing you wanted to do right now was to hug and kiss John and say, “I told you so”. 

You saw your tall boyfriend enter the room and greet his parents first. They hugged him and congratulated him on the win and the goal. Once he saw you, he couldn’t help but just laugh to himself knowing exactly what you were about to say. He hugged you tight and kissed your temple. “I might more of your magic tea for the rest of the season” he whispered in your ear. You just laughed, pulled away just enough to see his face and give him a kiss. “I told you” you said smiling against his lips and he just chuckled. Once he talked to his parents and sister a bit more, they informed him he had to do some post-match interview. “I won’t be long yea, let me know when you get home yea?” he kisses your temple and leaves to the media room. You said your goodbyes to everyone and arrived safe at home. 

You made something quick to eat before John arrived so you could both just go to bed peacefully. Once you were done eating and cleaning up in the kitchen, you went upstairs to your bedroom and started getting ready for bed. You changed into your little shorts and a just a training bra. You pulled out your face wash, moisturizer, eye cream and oils to do your skin care. While you were washing your face, you heard the front door open meaning John was already home. “Babe?” John called out for you, “In the bathroom” you yelled out. 

You felt his two strong arms wrap around your waist while you were just applying moisturizer on your face. He gave started kissing your cheek, your shoulder and neck. Once he reached your sweet spot, you didn’t even realize you had stopped moving and just enjoying his kisses. “You said you wanted me to give you credit right” John whispered in your neck. You closed your eyes while his hand started touching your stomach, waist and finally comping up and cupping your breasts. “John” you moaned out, you turned around and immediately kissed him. It was a rough but loving kiss. His hand on your waist, your hands grabbing his neck and pulling on his hair. He lifted you up and you wrapped your legs around his torso. He carried you to bed, laid you down and kept making out with him in the process. He was on top of you kissing you, but he stood up and removed his hoodie and his joggers. He came back down and started kissing your lips again. Your hands roamed all over his toned body. 

After just kissing and making out for a little bit, you wanted to make him feel good after the game today. You tried to push him so you could be on top, but he stopped you “I thought I had to give you credit” he said smiling against your lips. “Yea, but I want to make you feel good”. He agreed and you were now on top of him. He was laying down while you were sitting on his lap. You stared slowly removing your bra so your breasts could be free. Once you threw your bra to the other side of the room, John came back up to you and nuzzled his face in between your breasts kissing them causing you to moan. Your hand pulling his hair, him gripping your hips, you rolling them so you could feel his bulge in your core. “Take this off” he said pulling your shorts down. You took your mini shorts off and now were completely naked straddling him. 

“Lay down babe” you whispered in his ear. He laid back down, you stood up and started removing his boxers. One off, you took him in the palm of your hand and started stroking him making him close his eyes and moan at your touch. You started slowly and after a minute, you place your mouth on him. He grabbed your hair, making you go up and down. As much as you loved how John always wanted to make you feel good, feel his face in between your legs, you loved making him feel good and making him cum. You didn’t want to finish just yet. You wanted to do it at the same time as him. 

“Baby, if you keep going I’m gonna cum” John says in between moans. You were on your knees bobbing your head up and down when he said this. You started coming back up to his face slowly, kissing all over his abs and torso, his chest, neck and finally his lips. You lined up your wet core with his cock and sank down in it. Once he was fully in you, it felt so good. You had your eyes closed, moaning while he watched and loved the view. This was his favorite position, you riding his cock. You started bouncing up and down, your breasts as well and John started moaning at the sight of you. “Oh my god John”, it felt so good. 

“I’m close” he started moaning, his hand firm gripping your hips helping you bounce on his cock. “Me too baby” you moaned out. You felt his hands leave your hips and grab your breasts. You lowered your hand down to your clit to feel your orgasm even more, turning John on more. He came up to you, now face to face to kiss you. He removed your hand from your clit and replaced them with his. You were both panting and moaning in each other’s mouth. “I’m cuming John” “Me too my love” “Cum with me baby”, it didn’t take long for both of you to see stars and cum at the same time. 

Straddling him, both of you just hugged riding out your high. He kissed your neck and chest lovingly. You pulled away to see his face and give him a kiss. He moved your strands of hair out of your face so he could see you properly. Your face was flushed and a bit sweaty like him. “I fucking love fucking you” John whispered against your mouth making you smile. “I love fucking you too” you replied chuckling. “Was that enough credit for the goal or do you need more?” “Mmmm maybe in the morning I can get more credit”, both of you laughed. 

Once you got cleaned up, you were too tired from the activities that took place. John made sure the front door was locked and all the lights were turned off. Once he returned back into the room, he laid down in bed and pulled you as close as possible to him. Your nose was bumping his, his hand around your waist and your hands on his chest and cupping his face. “I didn’t tell you before but, you played really good today. I love seeing you play so good because I know it means you are in a good place” he just smiled at what you said and kissed your nose. “Well I wouldn’t be in a good place if it wasn’t for you, you know?”, “what do you mean” you were confused now. “Ever since we’ve been together, I feel like you’ve been the one person in my life who has cared about me, like how I actually feel outside of football. You’re always at the games supporting me even if I don’t play, you’re the only person I want to see after a loss. I know I haven’t really said it but I’m very grateful for all of that” His comment made you smile and blush a little. You were happy that he appreciated you being a supportive girlfriend. “Well I just want to make sure you’re happy you know? I hated seeing you upset when you didn’t play or didn’t get called up. I’m really proud of how far you’ve come” “Thank you babe”. He kissed you, “I love you, more than anything” “Me too John, more than anything”. 

[julianalvarez9]

named after you / john stones

author's note: my mind hasn't stopped thinking about that damn interview where john speaks about bernardo's dog named after him so i had to write this. started as a blurb, ended as a full fic + socmed au. i hate myself.

wc: 1.5k words.

pairing: john stones x footballer!reader (doesn't really impact much of the story, except she's injured).

face claim: esme morgan 💌

contains: excessive use of pet names, roasting jack grealish just because (i love you jack), they're in love but they don't know it, mentions of injury and a foot cast but nothing too detailed (because i don't know shit about injuries)

summary: your best friend is dumbfounded to learn that you've never had a dog, not even as a kid. he goes above and beyond to change that when the circumstances ask for a way to cheer you up.

"you've never had a dog before?".

john can't believe his ears. but to be fair, everyone at the little studio set where you're filming the next video for city's youtube channel is as incredulous as he is. you just laugh at his reaction, before explaining. "well, i wanted one when i was a kid, but my parents said i was too small to have one. and then i just never asked again".

his brows just keep on furrowing, and it's like he had forgotten about the stack of cards he had in hand, with the 20 questions he was supposed to ask you for the video prepared by the team. "yeah, but you're what? 24 now? you could have a dog," he said, like it was obvious. to be fair, he was right. after all, you lived alone: no partner, no kids, no family in the country. having a little pet to take care of and love would make you happy, but you weren't sure if you would have the time to take care of a little dog now, with how packed your schedule is. maybe that's why you hadn't really thought about getting a furry friend. "i suppose. didn't think about it before," you shrug.

"fine. i'm getting you a dog".

it's been months since that interaction, and you haven't thought about john's promise since. the video went live on the team's youtube channel a few weeks after, and as expected, everyone loved it. the friendship you had with the city player was always cherished by the fans, and you couldn't really blame them. he was your best friend since you arrived in the club, and having his support from the beginning really made the adaptation period easier.

you realized how much you basked in his affection and care when you suffered a season-ending injury. it wasn't that hard, to be honest, but since the end of the season was less than a month away, you knew that the recovery period would be longer than what it took to get you back on the pitch in time for the last game. john has been there from the first moment, sending you a message as soon as he saw you went down on the grass. you only saw it after the medical exams were done, when the doctors had already told you that you probably wouldn't get to play again until next season.

facing the reality about you not being there for your teammates, not being able to help them in any way, shape or form, at least where it mattered to you -in the pitch-, was rough. you went from the training center for recovery to home, all day, every day, never getting quite far from the prefabricated route: your only focus was to get healthy again. you weren't even seeing john that often, with his schedule being as overwhelming as always and you don’t even daring to set a foot in the etihad if you weren't there to play.

but john, your good best friend john, knew exactly what to do to cheer you up.

“are you home?”.

the call alone was weird. john wasn’t one to talk much on the phone, and much less, while driving. if he wasn’t using free hands, you’ll kill him. “why are you calling me while driving, stones?”.

“asked you a question first. answer, little one”.

the nickname alone made you roll your eyes, and he swore he could picture your annoyed face in his mind. the joke had been running between you two ever since you two meet, really, not only because of the slight age gap, but also, due to how he towered over you. wasn’t rocket science, it was what his position on the field demanded, while you, as a striker, only had to be quick. “yeah, dad, i’m home”.

“whoa, what an attitude. i’m about to get home, so you better fix it”.

you couldn't even process him calling your place home, or protest against him coming without a longer notice -not a 2 second warning, like this one, because he had already hung up before you could even mutter a confused “what?”.

if looks could kill, you’d be charged with a murder.

you’re glaring at john’s car from the second it sets a wheel into your front yard. he’s quick in parking the car and stepping out of it, but instead of going to greet you, standing on the doorway with your arms crossed, he goes to open his rear door.

“what are you doing?” you ask, almost screaming, to ensure that he hears even if he’s quite far from you. john appears to be arranging something on the back of the car, but he smiles when answering your question. “go inside. wait on the sofa. eyes closed”.

you’re about to make a funny comment, except his smile goes away the second you take too long to fulfill his wishes. you decide to quit being difficult and, with a bit of difficulty due to the cast shoe you have in your feet, make your way to the couch. your eyes remain open, though, watching the match your team was playing on the tv. once you heard the door closing, you shut your eyes.

“do you have your hands ready?”.

you frown, but still, your arms are extended with your palms up per john’s request. soon, you’re opening up your eyes when you feel a warm ball of fur placed on your hands.

“john, did you get me a dog?”.

you almost have tears in your eyes when you place the little jack russell on your lap, and it curls into a ball, falling asleep almost instantly. “isn’t he the prettiest boy ever?” john coos, squatting so he can get a good look at the little dog you’re holding. “john, i can’t have a dog. i’m never at home,” you rationalize once the initial emotion has settled in. you start to think about your schedule, how you’re seemingly always away. the worry must have painted on your face, because the man in front of you notices it, and is quick to find your hand, previously resting on the little canine, to squeeze reassuringly.

“yes, you can. you’re home now, aren’t you?” he smiles, and you’re rolling your eyes, again, for what feels like the hundredth time today. “he’s gonna help with your recovery. but you don’t have to worry about him being alone here once you’re back: our schedules don't always match. when you can't have him, i'll take care of him". the way he’s looking at you now, with his fluffy hair and sweet smile is making you melt almost as much as the sight of the little puppy resting on your legs. 

long seconds pass before any of you say anything, too focused on your little friend, before you realize john hasn’t told you how he’s called. “what’s his name?” you ask, and he looks up at you before shaking his head. “doesn’t have one. it’s up to you”. the smile you have on your face after hearing him speak, has your best friend thinking that you’re up to no good. and he’s proven right when you open your mouth again. 

"i'm naming him after you".

his eyebrows furrow and he’s shaking his head again, clear discontent in his face now. "what? you can't. i won't allow you to," he opposes in a high pitched tone, and you laugh before answering. "why not? he's my dog,” you point out, and the puppy on your lap suddenly wakes up, probably awakened by the small argument held between both of you. you direct your hand to caress his little head, and he rewards you by licking your palm, almost like a little kiss. “i think he likes it. don't you, johnny boy?".

he has to straighten up so you don’t see the smallest pink rose to his cheeks when hearing you say johnny boy. he always told you he despised the nickname, which was why you had stopped using it, but instead, he lied because he liked hearing you say it.

"but why john?" he presses, again, hoping that, maybe, it’ll make you change your mind. he knows it's wishful thinking: after being friends with you for so long, john is aware that when an idea pops into your pretty brain, it’s almost impossible to shake it off. "first, you're the one that got him,” you list off, and it has him rolling his eyes. you think it’s funny how the roles are reversed, and the smallest giggle escapes your list before continuing with your explanation. “second, he's a jack russell".

"and? you could name him after jack," he says, and he’s hopeful when the doubt is planted on your face. it takes you a few seconds before you’re shaking your head, scrunching up your nose in disagreement. "nah, he can't jump that high”. you’ve switched your focus now, from person-john to dog-john, and your voice gets a little higher when speaking to him. “when you grow up you'll jump as high as your daddy here, won't you, pretty boy?".

john feels like he could faint by the amount of pet names that seem to flow effortlessly from your lips. "okay that's enough," he says, and you laugh at how agitated he is. "it's settled then. john stones, meet john stones".

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• Cats and cuddles •

Pairings: John stones x reader

Warnings: just pure fluff

You quietly pushed through the front door making sure you didn’t make a sound. It wasn’t unreasonably late by the time you’d returned home from dinner and with your friends, but it was late enough that your three year old daughter should have been tucked away in her bed fast asleep.

Ditching your shoes and your bag beside the door, you were slightly surprised you hadn’t heard the soft padding of paws coming to greet you. Usually Dave the cat was the first out of your small little family to greet you at the door whenever you got home. Though tonight he didn’t seem to be anywhere at all.

Making your way upstairs, careful you didn’t trip in the dark hall, the sound of hushed voices reached your ears. You frowned slightly, pulling your phone from the back pocket of your jeans and saw the time was just a little past 9pm. And just as quickly as the question of who the voices belonged to popped into your mind, it was answered.

The question was answered as you reached the top of the steps, seeing the thin streak of light coming from your barely open bedroom and hearing the soft girly giggle of a toddler quickly be shushed by the deep tone you knew to belong to your husband.

You shook your head smiling to yourself, John was nothing but a pushover when it came to your daughter, Millie. And clearly without your backup he’d lost the daily battle that was bedtime. Not that you were surprised. Millie may be young but she was smart and she knew exactly what to say to get her way with the city defender.

Pushing into the bedroom slowly you heard another shush come from your husband and the giggles stop. Peaking your head round the door you were greeted with the sight of John sat up against the headboard, Dave the cat curled up on his lap a bright grin on his face.

“Hey baby, how was dinner with the girls?” He asked, very obviously nodding his head towards your side of the bed. You narrowed your eyes playfully, “it was nice, the food was unbelievable” you answered as normal as you looked to your side and saw the very obvious wriggly lump hiding under the covers. A hushed laugh leaving your lips, you played along.

“Is mills asleep? Do you think I should go in and give her a Goodnight kiss” you teased slipping quickly into your Pyjamas. “No” a small voice whispered.

“No no no, she’s fast asleep, basically dead to the world there’s no point” John convinced trying to hold back a laugh, earning himself another cheeky giggle from the little one.

You smiled, you know you should probably be a little annoyed that millie was still awake considering how hard it had been to get her into the bedtime routine as it was, but the moment was far to wholesome for you to even be bothered by that right now.

“Alright then, I guess I’ll just have to get into bed myself then” you said mirroring the grin John had on his own face, his hands running up and down the Dave’s back as he watched you walk over to the bed. Making your footsteps that little bit heavier so Millie could hear you coming.

Once you were beside the bed your fingers reached for the covers, you and John sharing one more grin before you swung the covers back. The second you did Millie sprung up “boo” she squealed her arms wide, Dave sprung from his spot on John spooked by the sudden movement. You dramatically gasped your hands covering your mouth as Millie fell into Johns arms the both of them cackling wildly.

“What are you doing in here missy” you poked as you climbed into bed beside the pair, Millie’s laughs still rolling from her lips as she reached away from John and grabbing onto you.

“Daddy said I could sleep here” she said curling into your side as you tucked the covers over yourself. “Did he know?” You asked, though it was more directed to the man soothing the spooked cat on his lap rather than your daughter.

“Mmmh” he hummed, “only because I made someone promise they’d eat all their veggies at dinner” he said nudging his mini-me with his elbow. Millie now firmly squeezed in the middle of you and John, keeping you both separate.

“I did, carrots AND peas” Millie proudly stated through a yawn, you smiled softly feeling her little arms wrap around your bicep, using you like a stuffed toy. Glancing up at John, you saw he’d slumped down the bed no longer resting against the headboard now softly laid on his pillow. Covers tucked up over his chest and Dave back to being curled in his lap.

“Good girl baby, your gonna get all big and strong if you keep that up” you whispered and hand running through her brown hair. Millie smiled up sleepily, her eyes drooping ever so slightly. “Just like daddy” she mumbled before another ginormous yawn left her tiny lips.

As if possible Johns grin got brighter, and your heart almost burst into a million pieces. “Mummy shush now, we sleep” Millie scolded before you could say another word. A huffed laugh left both yours and Johns lips at the little girls attitude, “that’s all you” he muttered, before reaching a hand over and cupping your cheek, pulling you gently towards him. You leant over the girl beside you and placed a sweet peck onto your husbands lips “goodnight love” you whispered. He pulled you back for another smiling into it before letting you lay back down settled on your own side of the bed before he reached for his lamp.

“Good night my pretty girls” he spoke hushed, before switching the lamp off.

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Support (John Stones x Reader)

**I got a request to write for Stones and then @faye01mcfc​ gave me an idea of what to write about specifically. Also, I’ve only done it twice but I’m kind of into using just one word as the title. Enjoy reading!! ❤️**

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John had gotten used to winning trophies in the last couple of years but the treble felt much more special. And if there was someone he wanted to celebrate that achievement with, it was you.

Some of his teammates headed to Ibiza for a pre-celebration and he joined them. It was a good time, sure. But deep down, he couldn't wait to just be with you.

"You're back!", you said surprised and ran to the door to greet him.

"Yes. I got bored of my teammates and decided to come back a bit earlier".

"Don't get bored of me now, then".

"Never".

John was obviously tired after the last couple of days, so you just had some quiet time together.

"I'll make some dinner".

"Ok. Oh by the way, we have a lot of events tomorrow so I'll leave quite early. We can meet after the parade, right?"

"The parade?", you knew there would be one, of course. But just the thought of it made you feel cold sweat on your skin.

"I can't go", you said quietly.

"Do you have work?"

"No. I just…".

He let out a dry laugh. "I'm not surprised. You never come to anything with me. And I usually don't mind if football is not your thing but this is the most important moment of my career. And my girlfriend won't be there".

"It's just that…".

"Everyone gets support from their partners. But all I get is an empty seat to look at. Do you know how that makes me feel?"

"I'm sorry".

"Do you even care about me? Do you care about my career? Sometimes I wonder…".

"Of course I do, John".

"Then show it to me!"

"It's just…I…", you didn't know how to say the words. A part of you almost wished he was just mad at you. But he was disappointed and hurt. And that broke your heart. "You're right. You deserve better".

"Wait what?"

You picked up your jacket and bag and made your way to the door.

"What do you mean? Where are you going?"

"I can't be here right now. I'm sorry I keep hurting you. You deserve someone who supports you. Not me…".

"What are you trying to say? Just stay and we can talk. Don't go".

"I have to".

John just stared at the door wondering what had happened. Were you…breaking up with him? What was going on?

He tried to give you a couple of hours to do whatever you needed to do to clear your head but was also worried about anything happening to you.

All his calls went straight to voicemail and he was getting desperate not knowing how to contact you.

When his phone rang, he hoped it was you but it was an unknown number. He normally wouldn't answer but it could be you calling from another number or something, so he couldn't risk not answering.

"Hello?"

"John? I'm Alicia".

He was right to answer then. Alicia was one of your best friends.

"Do you know where she…?"

"She's here".

"Thank God. Is she ok?"

"Sort of? I mean, she's trying to keep it together but she keeps saying that it's all her fault whenever you call and she refuses to answer. So I got your number from her phone and called you without her knowing. She's taking a shower".

"Can I go there and see her?"

"Please. I hate seeing her like this. I know how hard it's for her to open up and she ends up hurting herself more".

"What do you mean?"

"Well, you know. She struggles so much with talking about feelings and then there's her horrible social anxiety".

Now it all made sense. But why didn't you tell him?

"Yes. Don't tell her I'm on my way, please. I'll be there soon".

He went to his car and drove to Alicia's place. All of a sudden, he felt so nervous to talk to you.

You were always so supportive whenever he mentioned his insecurities after a bad match. But…didn't you think he could do the same for you?

"Come in. I'll go to my room, she's over there".

"Thank you".

Alicia nodded before leaving you two alone to talk.

"Ali? Who is it?"

"Me".

"What are you doing here?"

"Trying to find why my girlfriend ran away?", he laughed, nervously.

"It's all too much, John".

"Alicia told me without knowing she did".

You frowned. "What do you mean?"

"Your social anxiety? It's that why you don't come to matches or events or anything?"

You nodded, biting your lip and looking down, ashamed. "I'm sorry".

"For what? The only thing you did wrong was not telling me. I would have understood. I'm not going to force you to do something that hurts you".

"But it's stupid. I'm like a little child. Actually, it's gotten worse. I was better as a child".

John sat down next to you and held your hand. "I'm getting worse too, you know? I left Ibiza because the plan bored me. And there will be moments that bore me at the parade too. And look at Julián! He felt so uncomfortable celebrating on the pitch because that's hard for him too. You're not the only one who goes through that and your age means nothing in this case".

"But you deserve to be supported".

"You support me. It was really unfair saying you don't. You do it in the way you can and I appreciate it so much".

You were still not sure. "But you'd be disappointed if I don't go to the parade…".

He laughed and you noticed it was a nice laugh. He wasn't laughing at you.

"Well, now I know why you can't go, I'd rather you stay home, to be honest. I'll be so worried thinking about you being overwhelmed by all the people and all that".

"I'm still sorry".

"How about this? You skip the parade and come to the dinner afterwards. It's just the players and their families. No photographers or cameras. No drunk fans. Just drunk players but we can sit away from them".

You chuckled thinking about the players you would be avoiding then.

"I could try that".

"And if you feel it's too much, we leave".

"I'd like to do that".

"Yeah?", his big smile was contagious. So you smiled back and nodded.

After your talk, you both went back home and kept chatting about why it was so hard for you to deal with certain social interactions. John couldn't relate to all of it but understood your feelings anyways.

"I wish you had told me earlier", he said.

"I wish I had too. I'm always scared of people's reactions to hearing about it but you've been great since you found out".

So the next morning, it was time to get ready for a long day. You just had to go to work like any other day. But John had all these events he had to attend. He didn't struggle like you did but was definitely tired of all of it by the time of the parade. He just wanted to go to the team's dinner and see you. Hoping you would be fine.

He had warned some of his teammates and they understood. They weren't going to bother you much but would try to make you feel welcome.

"Hey! You look stunning!"

You smiled at John. It's true that you made a bit of a bigger effort. The whole process of picking up the outfit and doing your makeup helped you forget about your nerves for a while so that was nice too.

"Thank you. Should we meet everyone?"

He nodded, leading you to the first group of teammates.

"Oh wow, you actually exist. We thought John had made you up".

You laughed while John rolled his eyes. "He was clearly hiding her because of how beautiful she is", said another one of his teammates.

"Ok, enough of this group. Let's go meet the others".

"See? Hiding her again".

Their jokes made you loosen up a bit and by the time you had met everyone, you felt slightly better.

"Do you want to come with us to have a drink?", offered Kevin's wife and you pushed yourself a little further and said yes.

"Come back if it gets too much, ok? I'll be right here", whispered John when he leaned down to kiss your cheek. And after nodding, you joined the rest of the women.

"John told you to make an effort for me, right?"

"Yes, isn't it sweet? We were just happy to finally meet you".

"It's nice meeting you too", you said sincerely. "Hopefully, I'll be able to attend matches next season and we can hang out more".

"You're always welcome. Want another glass?"

You nodded and took the glass of champagne. You weren't really into drinking but it was helping you relax.

When you joined John again, he noticed how giggly you had gotten and frowned, curious about the change.

"Had a good time with the girls?"

"Yes, they were super nice. Everyone is super nice".

"Good", he nodded and then saw you grab another glass of champagne and drink it way too fast. "Wow! Easy! You're not used to that so don't try to outdrink Jack".

"I don't think that's humanly possible".

He laughed, holding the glass for a second so you could drink it more slowly.

"It does help a bit. To feel less overwhelmed".

"That's ok. But you can't just have a bottle of champagne every time you feel anxious", he laughed and you pouted.

"Party pooper".

"We'll work on finding what helps the best, ok?"

And you nodded, looking forward to having him help you face your problems.

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Hi to the most beautiful person on Tumblr! I was wondering if you could write sth with John where you're like 5-6 months pregnant and he takes you shopping for the baby and for you and everything's so sweet and when you're in a shop trying on a bag or some dress you say sth like "oh well my belly's in fhe way" and he smiles caresses it and you the sales assistants are looking at you lovingly, things like that. Thank you and sorry if it's been too specific 🙈

Aw you’re so precious, dear anon! Thank you for your request! 😍 it’s actually the first time I’m writing for John, so I hope I made him justice! ❤️

My baby.

John Stones x Y/N

Summary: Once he’s home from the World Cup, you’re the only thing that can save John from his “demons”, so much that he decides to spend a whole day spoiling you and your baby.

Warnings: none. Just pure, fluffy fluff!

gif credits to @bluemoonstonesy

“Wake up babygirl,” John whispered in your ear as he moved your hair away from your face, “I made breakfast…”

His deep morning voice woke you up from your peaceful sleep; while he caressed your cheek with the back of his forefinger, you slowly opened your eyes. John’s baby blues were the first thing you saw, those beautiful eyes of his you were so fond of; he smiled at you, his full lips looked so soft; his whole face looked as perfect as ever, making you question if you were still dreaming.

“Good morning sleeping beauty,” he chuckled as he watched you stretching your limbs, “how are you feeling?” John asked you as he stroked your bump over the soft material of the blanket.

“No more morning sickness so…” you yawned, “I’m good, but I’d be feeling even better if you’d give me a kiss.”

“Is that so??”

“Yep.”

“Is that you asking, or your crazy pregnancy hormones?” John smirked as he bumped his nose against yours.

“Both!” you grinned after you pecked his lips, surprising him.

“I figured,” he shook his head smiling, before he leaned forward and placed a loving, tender kiss on your forehead, “do you want me to grab your robe for you?”

“Please.” you looked at him with adoring eyes; John really was putting all his effort into helping you, and you were so grateful to him even for the smallest gesture.

“Here you go mama,” your boyfriend smiled as he held your robe in his hands, waiting for you to get out of bed, “whoa, look at you!”

“What?” you asked John, as he looked at you in awe.

“You look so… pregnant!”

“You don’t say!” you playfully rolled your eyes at him, “I’m six months pregnant John, of course I look pregnant!”

“Hey don’t be mean!” he whined, “You know I’m not that good with words!”

“Oh yeah I know that baby,” you chuckled as you took the robe from his hands, right before they instinctively went to your belly once again, “but you know? I do feel different now that I’m standing…” you admitted as your hands joined his over your robe.

“See? That’s because you look different!” John exclaimed in an obvious way, before he dragged you by your hand in front of the full-length mirror in your bedroom, “Look! It seems like your belly finally popped!”

“Oh my God…” you murmured as you took your appearance in. You turned to your right as you looked at your stomach, gently caressing it with your hands: it was rounder than it was before, and you couldn’t help but get emotional over the fact that your baby was growing more and more every day.

“Here we go with the hormonal waterfalls…” John teased you as he wrapped his big arms around your shoulders, kissing you on your temple as you sniffled, before you wiped your teary eyes with the heel of your hands.

“Those are not hormonal waterfalls Stones,” you narrowed your eyes at him, “I’m just feeling like crying because now I’ll have to tell you were right.”

“I’m always right.”

“You aren’t.” you shook your head at him, before you leaned your forehead on his warm chest.

“I am.” he countered as he left a peck on the top of your head, “But that’s not the most important thing right now, you have to eat come on.”

You couldn’t really argue with that, as you were hungry indeed; plus you knew John wouldn’t have listened to a word you said, not before you ate enough at least.

“Do you want me to bring you some more tea? Or maybe some fruit?” John asked you as he sipped on his glass of fresh orange juice.

“No thank you babe,” you smiled at him, “I really ate for two this morning!” you giggled as you stood in front of him, “Breakfast was amazing, I love you John, thank you…”

“I’m glad I made you happy, I want to do everything I can for you and our baby…” a soft smile grazed his lips as he gently touched your face, “aaand… I love you too, my precious baby.” he kneeled in front of you as he pecked your belly countless times, tickling you and making you laugh out loud.

-

Surprises never seemed to end that day: John was set on spoiling you, and he wouldn’t stop until he thought you had been satisfied. His mind was still going back to the World Cup semifinal, but being back home with you and your baby was making things a lot easier for him; so it only seemed right for him to be spoiling you both as best as he could.

“Babe I really don’t get this,” you said as you got out of John’s car, “You hate shopping so why are you putting yourself through this??”

“That’s true, but you don’t.” he simply stated as he shrugged his shoulders, locking the car in the meantime, “And today is about you and our baby, so I’m taking you both shopping. So you can buy whatever you need.”

“What should I need, John?” you looked at him dumbfounded before your brain started to overthink, “Oh my God you think I’m getting fat??” you left his hand as you stopped walking, as John immediately turned around.

“What??” he asked, “No, no baby I could never think that!”

“Prove it to me.” you weren’t buying it, your crazy hormones wouldn’t let you do so.

“Here?? We’re literally in the middle of the street!”

“Here John.” you insisted as you crossed your arms, trying to look a little intimidating even if deep down you knew it was impossible due to your boyfriend’s height.

“Okay,” he chuckled as he took a step back towards you, his hands immediately finding your face as he knew you couldn’t resist him when he was this close, “listen carefully to what I’m saying because I might not be able to say it again,” he said, smiling again, “I could never think you’re getting fat, I couldn’t even if I tried. You’re carrying our baby, and seeing you like this is making my brain go nuts! If anything I’m so grateful to your body, for everything it’s going through and everything is going on inside you… How could I think you’re fat? Hm? I love you.”

“How did you get so good with words??” you whined as you wrapped your arms around his waist, snuggling as close to him as you could.

“A simple ‘I love you too John’ would have been great you know??”

“I love you too John?” you said as you innocently smiled up at him.

“You’re lucky you’re cute…”

“Or else??” you provoked him as you walked down the street, looking at showcases as you did so.

“Don’t test my patience baby.” John smirked as he held you closer to his side, his hand slipping in the back pocket of your jeans.

“Boooringg…” you rolled your eyes at him, yelping as he squeezed your butt and immediately removing his hand from your body.

John’s cheeky little laugh was so contagious that you soon joined him laughing, as you took his hand in yours while you walked. Everything looked so magical, late afternoon strolls in Manchester were something you loved during Christmas time: the air was chilly, sometimes freezing, but nothing could stop you from walking under those beautiful Christmas lights. This year it was even better, since it was your very first Christmas with your baby.

“Oh myy…” you said as you looked at a beautiful burgundy red dress, your mouth open wide as you took every detail of the satin dress in awe, “John look at this!”

“You’d look so beautiful in this…” he whispered in your ear, “Do you like it?”

“Like it??” you gasped, “More like I adore it!”

“Come on then,” John said as he took your hand, “let’s go and try it on.”

“What?? No way! This dress costs a fortune John!”

“Since when has money become a problem??” John frowned, “I’m not taking no for an answer Y/N.”

“It’s not about money, but look at me! How am I supposed to get into that dress??” you chuckled, thinking that even if you had it tailored you wouldn’t be able to wear it again.

“I’ll think about that, you don’t have to worry.”

“John!” you protested as he dragged you inside by your hand.

“Good evening Mr. Stones, good evening Miss,” the sales assistant greeted the both of you, clearly recognising John, “how can I help you?”

“Good evening,” John said as he wrapped his arm around your waist, “my girlfriend here kind of fell in love with the red dress you have in your showcase, is that possible for her to try it on??”

“John you don’t-” you tried to protest again before John shushed you with a kiss on your cheek.

“Yes I do,” he said, “I wanna spoil you and our baby, so please let me.”

“Yeah but me being pregnant is the very reason why I can’t wear that dress!” you chuckled as you excused yourself to the sales assistant for your boyfriend’s behaviour.

“Oh no, that’s really not a problem Miss! We can find the right size for you, and have the dress tailored for you and your baby! So you’ll both feel comfortable.”

“See? I told you I would have thought about that!” John said as he playfully winked at you.

“Yes you did, but you’re not the one who’s actually ‘thinking about it’!” you sassed back, making John giggle as he hugged you while you waited for the sales assistant to find the right dress for you.

Once she found it, she guided you to the fitting room. And that’s how the longest hour of John’s life began. He really wasn’t getting how it was possible for someone to take this long just to try a dress on, and he was getting impatient as he obviously couldn’t wait to see you in that dress. He was sure that you’d look like a daydream in it, and he was really looking forward to see you wearing it.

“Are you ready to see your girlfriend Mr Stones??” the sales assistant softly smiled at John, as he saw the poor man pacing the floor right in front of the fitting room.

“More than ready…” John sighed as he nervously scratched the back of his neck.

“Okay, Miss Y/N you can come now!” she said as she opened the door to let you out, helping you with it as you held your bump with your hands.

“You’re so nice, thank you,” you smiled at her, glad she was so helpful and patient with you, “I’m so sorry, I still have to get used to this bump being in the way of everything…” you chuckled as you walked out of the fitting room, your gaze immediately falling to the ground as you blushed under John’s stare.

“Don’t you dare apologise for our beautiful baby,” John rasped, his voice suddenly deep, his breathing almost laboured, “you look stunning.”

“I wasn’t apologising for it, but for how clumsy I am,” you softly smiled at John, “Thank you though, you were right, I feel so beautiful in this dress…”

“Two times in a day??” John exclaimed, “I’m not used to you saying I’m right so many times babe!” John joked, his breath dangerously close to your ear as he hugged your satin dressed body.

“Oh shut up you silly…” you whined, making the sales assistant laugh at how cute of a couple you were, “It’s better if I take this gorgeous dress out now…”

“Of course, I’ll help you Miss!” the sales assistant said as she held the door for you to go back into the fitting room.

“Can I have a word?” John stopped her before she could enter the room with you.

“Yes, of course.”

“Is it possible to have the dress delivered at my house in like a week?” he asked her, “You know we have an important Christmas party, and I’d like to give the dress to her as a surprise…”

“Of course it’s possible, that’s such a nice thought Mr Stones! I won’t say a word to your girlfriend…”

“Thank you, I appreciate it!” John smiled as he walked to the checkout to pay for your dress.

-

“You know you didn’t have to buy us all of these things?”

“I know,” John answered your question as you both were putting your bags in the boot of his car, “but I wanted to do that, you’ve been fully supporting me through everything, I wanted to repay you for that.”

“John, I didn’t do that for you to repay me.” you pointed out, “I’ll always support you, because I love you, and I love what you do on the pitch.”

“I don’t really love what I do on the pitch right now…” John sighed, thinking back at the lost game against France, “Not after that semifinal.”

“Take me home?” you softly caressed his cheek, trying to comfort him in the sweetest way.

“Okayy…” he said as he was closing the boot of the car.

You walked to the passenger’s door, opening it before you sat down on the car seat. As soon as John slammed the boot of the car shut, he snapped out of his thoughts, and he jogged to the driver’s door.

“What’s wrong??” you asked him as you sensed his mood changed somehow.

“Fuck that game, fuck football for tonight. Are you up for some hot chocolate??” John smiled as he looked you in the eyes.

“Are you the one with food cravings now??” you laughed incredulously, happy that John was seemingly ready to let that game go, at least for the night.

“We’re expecting a baby, aren’t we??” he winked, closing his door and running to yours, “Come on, my baby wants some hot chocolate.”

“How do you know that??” you chuckled as you got out of the car once again.

“It’s my baby, I can sense that!” he said as he held his arm out for you, “Plus I know you want some, mama.”

“Well you’re right,” you said, “like mama, like son.”

“Son?? Do you think it’s gonna be a boy??”

“It’s my baby, I can sense that!” you winked at John as you slapped his butt, making him laugh.

-

Today was about you, you and your little family. And John thought that he wanted nothing more than to spend forever like this, with you.

[libraryofloveletters]

Nothing Without You

John Stones x Fem!Reader

Warnings: best friends in love but also in denial, everyone can see it but them, lots of softness, alcohol and the consumption of (lots of it), drunk jack grealish (thats a warning in itself), swearing, it’s so family coded between the players and kids and wags, baby fever from john’s end, friendly teasing from the other players, horrible singing, drunken posting, Sasha and reader are lowkey besties, hangovers for dayssssss 

Word Count: 3.6k

Author’s Note: you can blame the great miss whitney houston for this. every song she has is so john coded and in honour of the treble win, I had to do this. 

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Attached at the hip since you two were 20, it’s been that way since the first day you met; John was the drunk guy singing off key to Whitney Houston and you were the girl dancing next to him. 

Inseparable since. 

Istanbul had you all on the edge of your seat, fingers crossed and your heart pounding out of your chest as you watched Inter kick the ball towards the net. Ederson swatted the ball away and they managed to kick it from the net just as the final whistle blew. 

One. 

Two. 

Three. 

The match was over and you could breathe again; you can’t imagine how the boys must be feeling. Everyone goes running onto the field, the boys collapsing and hugging each other, screaming and shouting as the entire stadium cheers. 

“They did it!!” You turned to the woman shouting next to you. 

You pulled Sasha into a hug, “they did it!!” You shouted back. The two of you stood together as you watched the trophy ceremony, and the boys received their metals. The blue and white confetti covered the green grass and the fireworks covered the black night sky. 

“C’mon!” You grabbed her hand as you made your way down to the field to see the boys. 

John spots you before you spot him. The man in blue comes running to you, arms open before he reaches you. “Johnny!!!” You screamed, jumping on your best friend. He grinned, wrapping his arms around you as he pressed a fat kiss to your cheek, dangerously close to your lips. 

The player swings you around before putting you down. Your hands squished his face, “Johnny!! I'm soooo proud of you. You’re a fucking champion!”

“Fucking champions!!” He laughs, kissing your temple as he puts his arm over your shoulder. 

You two walked around the pitch, John stopping every two seconds to talk to his teammates and the Man City staff.  You had wandered off, spotting Riyad’s fiancé, Taylor and their daughter, Mila. “Hi baby girl,” you smiled, tickling her side. “You wanna hold her?” Taylor asks and you smile, nodding. 

She hands the little girl over to you and you kiss her cheek, fixing her little Man City jersey. You felt someone grab your leg and you look down to see none other than Ronnie. “Hi buddy!” You kneel down, moving to sit on the ground with Mila. 

“Hi y/n! Hi Mila!” He holds her little hand, the two of them giggling over something. You weren’t really paying attention to what he was telling her but it was making her laugh. 

John patted his friend’s back, the two of them turning their attention to you on the floor with the kids. Riyad doesn’t miss the way John’s eyes light up when he looks at you or how his smile brightens. You covered Mila’s eyes before Ronnie made a silly face at her. The three of you giggling like the best of friends. The big number 5 on your back and the sight of kids in your arms only made John’s heart skip a beat. 

“She's good with them, huh?” He says, getting John’s attention. 

“What?” He asks, confused. 

Riyad nods towards you with the kids. “Y/n... she's good with the kids.” 

“Oh,” John nods, smiling. “Yeah. She’s great.” 

The man shakes his head, nudging his friend with his shoulder. Riyad laughs, “you just don’t get it.” 

He picks up Mila, rubbing Ronnie’s head as he passes by with the little girl. John wanders over to you, a hand stretched out to help you up. 

“Shall we take a picture?” He held your hand, walking over to Erling and his girlfriend who currently had the trophy. 

You smiled watching as Erling stood up and handed the massive silver trophy over to his teammate. You and Isabel were whispering something to each other when John replaced Erling on the random chair in the middle of the pitch, the trophy balanced on his right leg. 

“Babe,” the word rolled off his tongue, a common name amongst the many nicknames he had for you. “C’mere.” He pats his free thigh. 

You walked over and sat yourself down on his leg, an arm over his shoulder to balance yourself. John wraps an arm around your waist, a hand on your hip with the other holding the trophy. Your arm was still over his shoulder and the other was holding the other side of the trophy. 

One of the photographers shouts, “Smile!” John ignores him, letting you hold up the weight of the trophy for a minute, taking the medal around his neck off. He slings it around your neck, straightening it before holding the trophy again. 

“Okay, ready now.” He tells no one in particular, the two of you smiling at the various cameras. 

You giggled as John pinched your hip, getting you to smile brighter; the way he liked. 

You were about to take the medal off but he stopped you, “keep it. It looks better on you,” he smiled as he passed the trophy off to Jack when you two got up. 

--- 

There’s shouting, music and laughter coming from the other side of your hotel door. The boys were in full party mode but all decided to take a quick minute to freshen up before heading out again. 

All of them except for the one you were certain was banging on your room door. 

“Y/n!!” He sang along with the music, knocking again. “C’mon! I know you’re in there!!” He shouts as you open the door. 

Jack stood there in his kit, medal over his neck as he dragged the big speaker behind him. He looks at you like you were an alien; lipstick in one hand, your drink in the other with the curlers pinned in your hair so you can freshen it up.

“You’re not ready?!” He shouts as if you were down the hallway. 

You laughed, shaking your head. “What are you even doing up here? I thought you went straight to the club.” 

"I came looking for- Oh! Here!” He turns around and grabs something, handing you a shot glass filled with some gold liquid when he turns back around. You look at the man like he's insane.

You brought the glass up to your face, the heavy scent of tequila caused you to wrinkle your nose. “Where'd you even get this?”

Jack’s got his own shot in hand, tapping his glass to yours. “We're fucking champions of Europe, baby! Cheers!” he shouted, the two of you giggling as you downed your shots in the doorway like teenagers getting drunk off cheap booze before a party. The tequila burns on the way down but Jack turns, the half empty bottle of 1942 in hand when he spins around again and he refills the shot glasses.

 You tap your glass to his and drink this shot too, thinking you can finally get rid of him, allowing yourself to finish getting ready in peace but Jack starts singing and refilling the shot glasses once again. 

“John, John, Johnny Stonesssss!” He held the note, “where are you, my Johnny Stones?!” 

And as if he was summoned, John stepped out of the bathroom with just a towel wrapped around his waist. You won’t lie and say your best friend wasn’t attractive because he was but you couldn't look at him like that; despite looking at him like that right now. Your eyes fixed on the man, watching the way the water dripped down his chest, following the little drops all the way down to the towel that stopped them from going further. 

Even with him being drunk, Jack noticed the way you looked at his teammate. He wiggled his eyebrows as he tapped his glass to yours. The two of you downed what you hoped was the final set of shots before he left. 

He wiggled his eyebrows, John wasn’t paying attention to Jack at the moment. “Don’t fuck! Come down so we can get fucked upppppp.” 

“Fuck off,” you laughed, smacking his arm lightly. Jack waved to you, finally walking away to the elevator. 

John looks at you as he puts on his pants, “why is your face red?” 

“Had a few shots with Jack,” you held up the empty shot glass, finally putting your lipstick on. John nods, humming as he finishes getting dressed. You were  glad Jack stopped in because what else would you blame your red cheeks on? The fact that you were gawking at your shirtless best friend? 

Insane. 

He comes over to you, his hand on your hip as he watches you pull the last curler from your hair. 

“Ready?” His eyes meet yours in the mirror. 

You nod, smiling. “Ready.” 

The club was five minutes from the hotel, you bumped into Phil and Becca on your way to the lobby, the four of you deciding to head there together. From the moment you stepped inside, John and Phil were instantly pulled into hugs, conversations and promises of dances, not to mention all the drinks all of you were being handed before you even made it to the bar. 

The four of you got separated, you and Becca found a few of the other girls who had lost their other halves and were sorta dancing and chatting at the same time  - it was more of a shout over the music but you were all too many shots in to care.

At some point, you decided you needed another drink that wasn’t in a shot glass. “I’m gonna get a drink!” You shouted to Becca and she gave you a thumbs up. “Do you want anything?” 

“No! I’m good babe!” She smiles, letting you walk off to the bar. 

You navigate your way through the crowd and eventually find the bar. The bartender was busy and you waited, not wanting to be one of those people at shouts at the bartenders who were clearly busy. A few minutes later, he found his way to you so you could order and just as you do, you feel a set of hands on your hips.

“I was looking for you!” The person shouts to you, a chin on your shoulder before you turn around. 

You find John holding onto you, a big goofy grin on his face and you could smell the liquor on him; now if he split something on himself or if he had one too many shots, it was unclear but one thing was, that he was having a good time. 

“I was looking for you too!” You shouted back to him, smiling at him. 

Just as you turn around to get your drink, the opening notes of I Have Nothing by Whitney Houston come on; an odd choice for a club you think to yourself but John doesn’t follow the same train of thought. The man grabs your hand, the drink spilling as he pulls, practically yanked, you to the dance floor.

“This!” He shouts, “is my fucking song!” 

You giggled, letting him pull you to him before you two started singing. 

“Take my love, I’ll never ask for too much. Just all that you are and everything that you do.” You sang to John, arms over his shoulders and your hand resting on the back of his neck. 

The man’s hand reached for your hips, pulling you a few inches closer. “I don't really need to look very much further. I don't wanna have to go, where you don't follow.”

“I won't hold it back again, this passion inside. Can't run from myself. There's nowhere to hide.” You sang the next part. 

John spun you around, your back to his chest, his arms wrapped around you and held you close to him. You can feel his chin on your shoulder, the stubble on his jaw rubbed against yours as he pressed his face to yours. 

“Don't make me close one more door. I don't wanna hurt anymore. Stay in my arms if you dare or must I imagine you there. Don't walk away from me.” He sang horribly off key. 

You giggled as you two sang the last part together; “I have nothing, nothing, nothing if I don't have you, you, you, you, you, you.” 

John lets go of you, your hand still on his shoulder as you two danced to the other song. You take a sip from your drink only to find the ice hitting your lips. “I need another one!” You tell him, wandering off to the bar again. 

From the corner of your eye, you could see Jack and Erling giggling. 

“What?” You shouted to them and Jack ran over. “You and John are so cute, it makes me wanna puke!” He laughs, a hand on your arm.

Erling slings his arm over your shoulder, “yeah! Get a room!” 

“Fuck off, both of you!” You laughed, ignoring them. 

You left them at the bar, a drink in hand as you walked off to find John again. The man was with Kyle and Ruben, the 3 of them pouring a round of shots. 

“Want one?” Kyle held a glass out to you and you nod, taking it from him. John’s arm slings over your shoulder, pulling you into his side before the 4 of you holding up your shots. 

“To us! To the treble! To the champions of Europe!” Kyle shouts over the music, the clear liquid slipping over the rim of the glass, all of you downing your shots. 

Kyle pulls Ruben to dance, the two of them amongst the last set of people on the dance floor. It was nearly 5am, the sun was peeking through the clouds over the city and all of you had been up for nearly 24 hours straight. There was a flight back to Manchester in 5 hours and you figured you two could sneak in a few hours of sleep. 

John had the same thought, “ready to go?” He whispers to you, lips pressed to your ear. You nod, holding his hand as you two walk out. He shouted to his friends as you two walked out of the club, his fingers interlocked with yours when you got into the cab back to the hotel. 

The walk up to the room was no better, his hands on your hips, the two of you giggling as you tried to undo the lock on the door, the keycard not buzzing. John’s face buried in your neck, the stubble on his chin tickling at your skin, you shrugging him off and finally got into the room. 

He went to the bathroom to change and you were on the bed, taking a moment to gather yourself before you tried to get your shoes off. Eventually you managed to undo the strap and kicked them off, letting them land somewhere. 

“Fuck,” you heard from groan from the bathroom, you slowly got up and walked over. 

You could see the man in the reflection of the mirror, his fingers tugging at the buttons on his shirt but he wasn’t getting them undone. “Need help?” you asked, pushing the door open. 

John dropped his hands, “please.” 

Your hands slowly made its way down, undoing the buttons for him. The medal around his neck slung as he moved and he finally got the hint after you pushed it away like 4 times. John took it off, you assumed he’d set it down somewhere but instead he slung it around your neck, the heavy gold pendent hitting your sternum when he let go. 

“Perfect,” he smiled to himself as he watched you undo the last button. 

You picked up the medal. “What’s this for?” 

“Just ‘cause and you’re the coolest ever,” he hugs you from behind, his eyes meeting yours in the mirror. “And because I love you sooooooo much,” he smiled, kissing your jaw when he leaned down. 

Your cheeks are bright red, swatting the man’s hands when he pinches your side. 

The phone on the counter catches your eye and you pick it up, manage to unlock it and open the camera. “Smile,” you told him, leaning back on him. John’s arm wrapped around you, over your shoulder as you two smiled at each other in the mirror. 

There’s a series of drunken photos being taken; his arms around you, the two of  you making silly faces, laughing and giggling. Somehow you’re leaning over the counter and he’s got the phone now, you’re still laughing. There’s one of you hugging him, you kiss his cheek and in the next one, he kisses yours. Somehow you got your signals crossed, both of you turning to kiss each other on the cheek and ended up actually kissing. Your hand on his cheek as you giggled against his lips. 

“We should try to sleep,” you tell him as you hopped up onto the counter. 

John leaned on you and was clicking away from his phone. “Uh huh,” he finally put the phone down, wrapping his arms around you before he picked you up.“Let’s go then,” he carried you back to the bedroom, you giggled as you held onto him, the man dropping you on the bed before joining you. 

--- 

The airport was noisy, your head pounding and you were still refusing to open your eyes. John’s arm was around you and you were cuddled into his side, trying to get a few more seconds of peace before the team headed out for this flight back to Manchester. The rest of you would all be on your own flights home later in the day. 

Kevin was passing by, a smile on his face as he looked at this teammate. “Good  man, Johnny.” He pats the man’s shoulder. John gives him a puzzled smile, watching Kevin walk away. 

You open your eyes slightly, looking at your friend. “What is Kev on about?” 

“Not a clue,” John rubbed your arm, letting you settle back into his side. 

Gundo walked by, a big smile on his face as he looked between the two of you. John was beyond confused as to why all his teammates were in a good mood, patting his shoulders and telling him good job. 

Either he was delusional and stuck in an alternate reality or they were all still drunk.  

“YOU GUYS FINALLY DID IT!!!!” Jack shouts, jumping in front of you both. “Oh god, make him shut up.” You grumbled in John’s arm, making him chuckle. 

Sasha shushed the man, pulling him back a bit. “Jack!” She scolded him, “be quiet.

“Okay, I’m confused. What is going on?” John asked. Jack’s looking at you two like you’re mad, “you- what do you mean what’s going on?” He reaches for his phone to show you something but the screen won’t turn on. 

Sasha ignores her boyfriend for a moment, showing you both what Jack was trying to show you on her phone. There it is, the reason everyone has been looking at you two funny; a series of photos from the series of photos you took last night, you and John in the bathroom with the medal around your neck, kissing and John’s shirt undone. 

Quite the scandal. 

“Oh my god.” You looked at the phone, and then John, and then back to the phone and back to John again. Sasha nodded, “it's out there now.. but based on that look on your face, I’m guessing those weren’t meant to be posted?” 

“Yeah,” you nodded, John was already reaching for his phone. “I’ll delete them.” 

Your hand rested on his, stopping him. “Don’t.. it's already out there. It's fine.” 

John looked at you, “you’re sure?” 

“100%” 

He smiles at you just as the announcement plays over the speaker. “All Manchester City players and staff, please report to gate 3B for departure.” 

You and Sasha walked them to the gate. The couple next to you were all wrapped up, whispering something to each other like it's the last time they’d see each other - they’d be reunited in a few hours. 

John’s hand rests on your lower back, “I’ll see you at home?” 

You nodded, a smile on your face. “I’ll see you at home.” He pulled you against him, your hand on his cheek when you kissed him. Foreheads pressed to each other’s, giggling like teenagers in love. 

“Can you let go of her for a second?” Jack interrupted, “let me say bye to my friend?” 

John rolls his eyes playfully, letting you go. You and Jack hugged goodbye for now, John and Sasha doing the same. “We’ll see you at home,” she called to them, the two of them waving from the tunnel. 

You were about to walk away but John dropped his bag, running back to you. “What are you doing-” The man cuts you off with a kiss; very hallmark-esque of him. 

“You’re gonna miss your flight,” you whispered to him. 

“They won’t leave without me.” He smiles, giving you another kiss. You gave him a little push, sending him on his way. 

You jogged to catch up with Sasha, the two of you heading off to get a coffee. The woman nudged you with her shoulder as you two stood in line. You look over at her and nod, waiting for her to say something.

“I’m glad you two finally came to your senses.” She smiled and you laughed. 

“Yeah, me too.” 

-- 

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Like father, like daughter - John Stones

Not requested but I've been woking on this piece for a while so there you go 💕 and dad! John is a weakness of mine so yeah (and it's quite long). Feel like dedicating this to queen herself @footballffbarbiex 🤍

Warning: pregnancy

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Pregnancy is seen in the collective consciousness as a blessed time, where a new life is growing inside of a woman’s body and everything seems good but most people only see the pleasurable side of it, ignoring all the cons these nine long months carry with them.

Of course there’s physical pain (back pain, swollen feet, morning sickness just to mention a few), that’s something concrete everybody can see. What’s more painful it’s the hidden part of this journey, the one that takes place in women’s head: embarking on such a massive change might be scary and sometimes fear overlaps with the joy of welcoming a new human being, overcoming it most of the time.

The most common worry is about not being ready enough to become a parent (as it’s the hardest job a person can do) followed by the difficulty of giving birth: how is it going to be? What will I do if something wrong happens? Will it be as painful as they make it seem in films? 

All of this has an impact on mental health and stability, as all these fears may take a toll on a person’s mind and rely on the most disparate stimuli to give life to the most random scenarios…

"John I'm so scared"

"Of what?"

"There's people who like pregnant women but not in a good sense…"

"In what sense?"

"Like they find them hot and have a fetish for them, that's scary"

That what can be defined as one of the random scenarios mentioned above: that afternoon you were aimlessly scrolling through your phone to stumble upon an article about the most unusual fetishes and you happened to read about people who had the pregnancy kink.

"So what?"

"That's gross and what if these people steal my pics and do vile things with them?"

Your head started spiralling in panic as your hormones and your unstable state of mind was totally controlling you. Too many thoughts in that overworking brain of yours culminated in desperate tears rolling down your face. 

"Your pics are safe and you look so sexy"

"I don't, this thing is insanely big and…and the other day you called me whale" You confessed to him as sobs were making you shake.

"Affectionately though, I'd never call you a whale to insult you…" He wrapped his arms around your waist "You're the sexiest, most beautiful whale ever" John whispered with a husky voice right into your neck

"You're fake, you're just mean"

"I'm not mean!"

The sobs were getting harder and your boyfriend knew the breakdown was getting serious.

"You'll leave me for some beautiful, hotter woman that'll give you no problems and you'll be cheating on me and I'll end up as a single mother and -"

"Hold on, hold on. Calm down and take a deep breath" John tried to calm you, stressing those encouraging words and trying to take deep breaths with you as to show you the priorities you should have considered. 

"You're overthinking"

"What if something goes wrong? What if the birth doesn't go as planned? What if our baby -"

"Calm down"

"I've read a lot of stories of mums that had horrible experiences while giving birth to their babies and what if one of us dies?"

John blurted out his eyes in shock as fear and worry covered his perfect face as well.

"Don't even think about it. We're following literally what the doctor told us, I'm sure they'll do whatever it's in their power for your safety"

Your baby kicked in that moment, as if your worry suddenly became her own and she felt the urge to calm you down, coming to the aid of her dad.

You gulped and brought your hand to your belly as John’s eyes never lost sight of you.

He’d never lost sight of you, not even when you went through labour and you were holding his hand so tightly while following the midwife’s instructions, trying to coordinate your pushes with the deep breaths she was asking you to take.

You were trying not to think about all the fears that piled up during those months but it was so hard when all the contractions trampled over you so violently. He stayed there even when you were squeezing his hand so hard your nails dug into his skin, almost piercing it. 

He was the antidote to all your nightmares: someone who stayed there with you, holding your hand through thick and thin.

John only left at nightfall and only after you insisted for him to go back home to sleep on a proper bed.

You were feeling like a done and dusted whale, all bloated and tired while he was there looking so fine, surely fresh out of the shower as the unmistakable scent of his aftershave tickled your nostrils.

The sight of him entering what had been your room for the last two days made your heart swell and the butterflies in your stomach soar.

The tiredness painted across your face as well as your swollen eyes made your freshly woken up expression evident and John couldn’t help but smile as your tired smile welcomed him.

"Hi"

"Good morning"

He closed the door behind him, approaching your bed and looking at the small crib where your tiny baby girl was sleeping.

"How are you? Did you get some sleep?"

"Yep…slept a couple more hours"

"Good" He muttered while pressing his lips to your forehead.

"And how is she?"

Both your glances fell on the product of your love that was so small she could easily fit in one of John's large hands and looked so cute in her blush pink bodysuit, stretching her little legs as she was probably busy dreaming something. 

"She seems fine, we can't wait to go back home"

"I know…they said you would be good to go today"

"Yeah but they want to check in on us for a final check and then we can go"

"Okay" John was a bit disappointed he couldn't take his ladies with him and leave the hospital right away so he reluctantly nodded and got up to take you something to eat for breakfast. 

"I want a giant chocolate croissant"

"And a giant cappuccino as well?" He asked with a smirk, knowing full well your taste when it came to what to have for the most important meal of the day.

"You know me so well" You exclaimed, happy with those small things that weren't small at all in your eyes; they meant the world to you as him and your baby were now your whole world too.

John smiled, a blush pink tint colouring his cheeks and lowered himself over your seated figure, balancing himself on the mattress with his hands, his lips busy pressing a kiss on your forehead.

"See? Everything went well, you're both doing great" He whispered, referring to your fear of something potentially going wrong during the birth, your biggest fear.

You smiled back at him, watery eyes full of weariness and emotions looked up at him as you moved your head to the side to press a tender kiss to his hand that was soothingly caressing your cheek.

“I love you so much. Both of you”

“I love you more”

That sweet moment was interrupted by a nurse who knocked on your room’s door to check in on you and Iris, as it was time for the last visit before discharging you officially.

John waited outside for it to be over, using that time to buy you the delicious breakfast you have been longing for.

He really hoped they could give you the green light to go back home because that would have meant everything was okay and you were perfectly healthy. So he prayed to hear the good news he was waiting for, to see your baby in that white wooden cot you spent a whole day choosing at the store, paired with that flowery pink bedding set his sister gave you as a gift and that had you crying as soon as you opened the box.

After fifteen minutes or so the nurse opened the door followed by the medical staff who welcomed your boyfriend with a smile, the doctor holding your file in her hands. She complimented John on your newborn and told him what he was dying to hear: you and Iris’s health status was good and you were ready to leave the hospital.

He thanked her and nodded when she gave him some quick advice on how to take care of them during the delicate moments following the baby’s birth.

After saying their goodbyes quickly John rushed back to your room with a big grin plastered on his lips.

"We're going home babies" He cooed, taking the duffle bag with all your personal belongings.

“Not so fast, Stonesy” You chuckled “Help me get out of this bed so we can get ready”

The City player giggled and helped you step out of the bed so you could stand up properly. The standing posture made you feel pain in places in didn't even know they existed and the grimace on your face told it all.

“I’ll take the baby and all her things while you put all your stuff in here” He said, directing his tall body towards the crib where his princess was looking at him with her blue eyes. “Yes baby, you’ll come with dada” 

The moment you dreamt of a lot, that is to say John making his silly little voice to speak to your daughter, finally happened and it brought genuine tears to your eyes: funny how a small, tiny creature that you met for the first time no more than 72 hours earlier, that shared every single second of the last nine months of your life with you suddenly became the most important, priceless treasure you ever put your hands on. 

You thought there were some feelings it was impossible to give form to and love was one of them, but you had to change your mind the moment you took her in your arms because you  realised the human being you were holding was the embodiment of all the love you had for her dad. So some feelings, even the strongest one, had a shape and it was astonishingly beautiful.

“Oh I see you’re already taking the baby and leaving me with the heavy things” You mumbled, feigning being angry at him.

“You had her with you for 9 months, don’t be selfish”

“Me selfish?? Oh I’d have really liked you to carry her in your belly for 9 f-”

“Oi don’t swear in front of the baby”

You laughed seeing him all concerned and covering Iris’ ears as he was glaring at you. You shook your head as you slowly started to collect all your things around the hospital room.

“Give me my breakfast, I’m starving”

“See? Your mum has already changed and uses me as her butler and credit card”

His joke caused you to roll your eyes as you were trying to get dressed while dealing with your yet aching body.

You were in some baggy pants and an oversized hoodie because it was the only outfit you were feeling like wearing as John was there looking as flawless as usual even though his fit was quite simple: a pair of jeans matched with a gray jumper and a baseball cap on made him look hotter than usual. The child seat he was carrying with your baby girl in was making him even look like a real hot daddy and your heart was bursting with love. The right word to describe how you were feeling was blessed.

When you finally stepped foot in your house you sighed in satisfaction as you just wanted to get in your bed and cuddle with your new family in peace, eating some good junk food if possible.

“Home sweet home”

John smirked and carefully put the child seat on the floor so he could take Iris out of it.

“Welcome home, baby” He lifted her up to place her against his shoulder so her head could rest against it, as they showed him in the hospital. “This is your home”

“I’ve missed it so much…I think I’m going to lay down for a while”

Lying down on your own bed, on the bed sheets you chose, in the room you shared with the man of your life gave you that much needed home feeling.

You closed your eyes in the attempt to relax but the level of weariness, of emotions you had experienced recently didn’t make it any easier for you to sleep a little.

"Ok so I'm gonna go"

"I don't wanna see anyone" You mumbled when John finally entered your room, cradling Iris in his arms. When he looked down at her to see she was asleep, he put her in the wooden cot right next to your bed.

He couldn’t help but smile: that sight was the closest to perfection he had ever seen, as that piece of furniture that had been empty for all those past weeks was now full as it should have been, hosting the most important treasure ever.

"Not you, idiot. I just wanna see you and our baby" You grumbled as your voice came out feebly due to your state of tiredness.

John smiled and was about to sit next to you on the bed as your phone started ringing, much to your dismay. You groaned in annoyance.

"Who the fuck is now?"

"Your mum"

"Tell her I can't talk, I'm sleeping"

He nodded and swiped on the screen to do as he was told. You knew your mum was dying to talk to you, to make sure you were doing okay but you just wanted to enjoy the peace of the moment and keep that special moment for you only.

When he finished talking, he finally climbed on the bed and you soon were all over him, wrapping your arms around his body and letting your head rest against his chest with your eyes closed breathing in his familiar scent, the best fragrance in the world to you.

"Are you comfortable? Maybe it's better if you lay on a pillow"

"Nope, you're my comfiest pillow"

John scoffed with a half smile and kissed your head.

"Wanna watch something on Netflix?"

"Nope, too tired" You muttered, cuddling closer to his chest.

John's lips curved in a smile as he brushed his thumb against your right cheekbone.

He then scrolled through his phone, answering all the text messages the people he knew sent him ahead of your baby girl's birth.

"What are you doing?" You really wanted and needed to crack some sleep but your mind wasn't agreeing as the level of adrenaline in your body was still too high, plus you wanted to stay awake to spend some time with John and checking on Iris. 

"Answering all the texts they've sent for Iris"

"Read me some" You wanted nothing more than to bask in the sweet words of people congratulating you, saying how beautiful your baby was and how strong you've been through all the process. After all you deserved all those sweet words: bringing a child into the world is something so brave people tend to underestimate sometimes.

John pressed play on a voice note from Kyle that made you both laugh, then read you one from Jack and at that moment your own phone rang with a notification and you asked John to check who it was from.

"It's from Sasha, she answered the pic you posted with "congrats you gorgeous mama"

"Aww she's always the sweetest"

"Well, you're everything but gorgeous now…"

"HEY" You threw a fist against his bicep with the little strength that was left in you. "I just pushed your daughter out of my vagina, you should be a little more grateful"

John loved getting on your nerves, making your thin-skinned side come to surface. He giggled, tucking a lock of hair behind your ear.

"I know I look awful and I stink as I really need to take a shower but I can't, I'm so tired" The whiny tone you pronounced those last words with was about to turn into a desperate cry but John took action just in time.

"You know I was joking" He took your face in his hands to look right into your eyes "I'd get you pregnant again right now if I could"

"Liar"

He laughed and kissed your forehead.

"I'll help you with the shower later on"

When your baby whined a little in her sleep the little yelp caught your attention as you both turned your heads towards the crib.

"There's the blanket over there, put it over her" You gestured for him to take the pink honeycomb blanket to cover your baby girl's sleeping body.

She looked so cute with that tiny blanketyou fell in love with as soon as your eyes took sight of it on the shop’s shelf and you had no doubt it would have been perfect for your beautiful baby.

“Can you believe we made her?” You asked John in awe as he was lovingly tucking her in. You got up to join him, encircling his waist with your right arm and putting your head against his bicep. "We made her teeny tiny feet, those little hands..."

“Yeah…you know what they say?”

“What?”

“Daughters tend to be more similar to their dads in the looks”

“So?”

“So if she’s beautiful that’s all thanks to me... even Kyle said it”

Another thing the collective consciousness ignored was the post pregnancy period: the danger of post-pregnancy depression was real but you knew you had the most handsome dad in the world who would have helped you along the path, even when the downs would have outnumbered the ups.

“Yeah Stones…I think you and your friend need some sleep too…you’re hallucinating”

And no, you weren't upset at all: you only wished for your daughter to be the carbon copy of her amazing father. So you hoped deep down your heart the Kyle was right.

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Such a cute ending, John’s apology was precious and I’m glad he had the courage to make everything right. Lovely little series!

Something in Disguise | PART 4

John Stones

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“It’s cold, what are you doing out here?”

The deep voice literally made her jump on her feet. She turned around, getting a second mini heart attack when she saw a figure standing in the shadows between bushes. 

“Holy sh*t! You scared me!” she swore with her palm against her chest. “Don’t do that!”

It was John who had scared her, still in his England tracksuit like she was, both hands tucked into the jacket pockets because like he said, it was cold. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you,” he apologised.

“What are you doing here?”

They were standing in a little garden just behind the hotel building. They had just gotten back to the hotel from Stadion Narodowy an hour ago, drawing the match one-one to Poland, and she’d wanted to go for a walk before bed. She’d accidentally found the garden and decided to spend some time there to clear her clouded and tired mind. But apparently John had found her and it felt like an intruder had broken into her little sanctuary, breaking the peace she was having.

“I… I was looking for you. Chilly and Mase said they saw you went out somewhere,” he explained. “What are you doing here?”

“Nothing. Just trying to get some air. I was— I was going to go back to my room, actually,” she said as she left her spot, suggesting that she was going to walk away. But John took a step to his left, blocking her access to the exit, preventing her from leaving.

“Nah… Stop avoiding me, please.”

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"What are you doing here?"

"I have to prepare the Christmas dinner with you…as a punishment", John said, a grim look on his face.

"Am I the punishment, then?"

"I thought that was obvious".

You moved to grab the notebook where you were writing down all the things needed for the party.

"What did you do anyways?"

"I was caught going out the day before a match".

"Again", you said, holding a laugh.

"Yeah".

"When are you going to take your career seriously, John?"

"I already do".

"Whatever you say", you said, rolling your eyes.

"What? I do! Just because I want to have fun doesn't mean I don't train as hard as everyone else or that I don't care".

"Maybe you're having too much fun. I mean, it was the coach who sent you to the corner to think, not me".

"Well, not everyone's going to be a work freak like you", he said, annoyed at you. "Maybe you should date Rúben, you're the same".

"They say it's opposites that attract", you answered back, and regretted it immediately when you saw John's smirk.

"Stop flirting with me".

"I hate you".

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"Where does this go?", he said, showing you the same decorations he had asked about three times.

"That table. Do you even listen to me?"

"Maybe you could be more specific".

"Do you want me to get a white board and draw on it like Pep does?"

"That would actually be useful", he muttered and you turned to hide your smile. 

"John! Are you tall enough to reach that lamp?"

He walked to where you were and looked up. "No?"

"I'll get the ladder then".

"I don't like ladders. I'm not going up".

"I'll do it, big baby. But you have to hold it. It's a little wonky".

You gave John some of the light bulbs and told him where to hold the ladder before going up.

"Give me one. With your left hand please".

"Here", he said, giving you the light bulb.

"Thank you. Look at us being a dream team", you teased him.

"This task really is a dream", he said, making you confused.

When you looked down to ask for another light bulb you noticed why it was a dream.

"Are you looking at my bum, Stones?"

"It's right in my face. Where am I supposed to look?", he shrugged.

You gave him a look but deep down you didn't mind. There was a clear attraction between you two. Anyone could see it. And you had definitely stared at him many times. Especially when he showed up all sweaty after training. You can hate someone and still think they are hot.

"Almost there…done. Perfect", you said and John thought that meant he could stop holding the ladder. He was wrong.

You screamed when you noticed the ladder moving to one side and taking you down with it.

"Shit!", said John, catching you before you could hit the floor.

His instinct was to bring you closer to him so he could hold you safely but he didn't realize what you two being this close meant.

Up until now there was just the attraction. But you never touched each other. Maybe your fingers brushed when you gave him some papers he needed to sign but you both kept your distance. You hated each other after all, right?

"I'm fine. Thanks for catching me", you said, sounding a bit breathless.

"It's ok. It was my fault you almost fell".

"No worries. Ummm…you can let go of me now, John".

"Do I have to?", he said without thinking.

What?

You noticed his grip on you was not getting any looser and instead of trying to get out of it, you turned to face him.

The way your bodies touched made John close his eyes and swear under his breath.

"We are almost done", you said.

"Ok".

"And then I have to go to my office. Maybe you can help me with that too".

"Office stuff? I don't think I can be trusted with that. You've let me know how much of an idiot I am many times", he chuckled.

"Yeah, you are an idiot if you think I mean coming to my office to help me with paperwork".

"Oh", he said, swallowing. "What do you want me there for then?"

"You really want me to say it, don't you?"

His only response was a smirk.

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The mood between you and John had been even more awkward since you started to meet at your office whenever you two had some free time. You thought everyone could tell and he reminded you his teammates were not that bright. Still, you kept your distance even more.

"Merry Christmas!", you said to all the people getting to the party.

"Merry Christmas to you too", said John when he got to the door.

"The best gift you two can give us is to not fight tonight", said Kyle, who had been dealing with all of your dramas.

"We won't, don't worry", you assured him. "John worked very hard to get this party ready. He wants it to be a success".

"Yes, I'm really proud of my work", he answered back, staring at you the same way you were staring at him.

"I never know if you two are going to kill each other or fuck each other", said Kyle shaking his head and leaving to find his seat.

"Option b is better".

You laughed at John's words and then saw him leave as well.

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The party was an absolute success and you loosened up a bit when it was reaching its end, allowing yourself to have a couple of glasses of wine. It was well deserved.

"Everything was perfect, as expected", told you Pep.

"Thank you, coach".

You then turned and bumped into someone.

"Sorry", said John.

"It's ok", you answered and tried to move but Kyle stopped you.

"No no no. This is perfect. You don't move".

"What? Why?"

"You are under the mistletoe", he whispered, smiling brightly. "You can finally get some of that tension you two have out of your system".

"Who put mistletoe there?", you complained.

"Kyle", said John, rolling his eyes.

"Come on guys. Just a little smooch. You'll thank me later".

"Whatever", you said, turning to look at John and grabbing his face to kiss him.

You were planning for a small kiss but the fact that it was John, and that you both had enjoyed some wine, turned it into a bit more than a little peck.

"Jesus", you heard Kyle say.

"I knew it!", said Kevin.

"What did you know?", you asked him.

"That you two had something going on. That wasn't your first kiss", he laughed.

The way both you and John looked at each other proved Kevin's point.

"And you never told me?", said Kyle staring at John. "What a great friend".

And then he stormed out of the room.

"Bit of an overreaction maybe?", you said, eyebrow raised.

John just sighed. "I'll go talk to him", and then added, "Don't leave without me".

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