PSA

Don’t change your dream. Change the world.

Just Do It.

Lucas and his son 💙

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

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

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

Your photos didn’t turn out too bad x

more smutty stonesy please !! Your amazing love x

aww thank you anon, it’s a longer one x

Running around a football pitch for ninety minutes can be tiring, a fact you came to know because of the aftermath of John’s matches - him falling exhausted into bed the minute he got home, regardless of if you were there or not. So, as much as you loved watching your man run about for ninety minutes, goal line clearances left and right, you relished the games he was a sub or he didn’t play - you loved a riled up John wanting to blow of steam. So when he pulled you hurriedly to his car after the game, hair wet from his post-game shower and adrenaline coursing through his veins from the 20 minutes he played, you didn’t resist one bit, your own car left forgotten. And he drove hurdily through the streets, navigating his way back to his house and you squeezed your thighs together in anticipation, glancing over at John, who’s eyes were firmly fixed in the road. And then you decided to have some fun. It started off innocent. A small brush over his thigh, smirking to yourself at his tightening hands on the steering wheel. And you moved up and across, fingers skimming his bulge, hands on the steering wheel going white, smirk on your face growing as you pushed down his joggers, palming him through his underwear. His moan filled the quiet car and it was enough to get you to place your mouth around him in a state of passion, engulfing his entirety immediately, wanting to waste no time, and he squirmed beneath you, growling into the air, foot letting up on the gas pedal, as you gained rhythm. One white knuckle off the wheel, into your hair, pushing and pulling your head how he wants, and it was lustful and passionate and interrupted by the loud honking of a car horn behind you. And you jumped up in shock, John practically having stopped in the road, and you laughed to yourself as John hurriedly collected himself and drove on, definitely breaking the speed limit and both squirming at the thought of the rest of the night - and it’ll be a long one.

john stones headers

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Okay but dating jordan pickford and you're seeing that video emerge of him fighting and immediately you're worried but he ain't answering your calls and when he finally does he's absolutely fuming ?

Oh my conflicted Newcastle heart x (also if what they said to his girlfriend is true then our boy was rightfully angry. Incredibly stupid though)

so you see it on Twitter, it being on your timeline and you’re scared he’s hurt, scared he’s not going to be alright so you do what any girlfriend would do and call him. And it rings out and you think of how he needs to learn to control his temper because you always told him it would get him in to trouble. And you ring again and think about how it looked violent. And you ring again and think about how he could be hurt. And you ring again and think about how he could’ve gotten arrested. What if he gets kicked off the starting team? Or out of Everton? Or the England squad? And you know you’re overthinking it but could it’s so hard not t- ‘yeah, I’m here’. And you’re so happy he’s answered because at least this means he’s okay. You think. And you’re unsure of which of your worries to express first so you ask if he’s okay and he barely answers, haggered breathing down the line and you know he’s angry and you know you have to calm him down. And he’s suddenly shouting about how they insulted you, called you fat and ugly and worse words and your heart flutters a bit that he’d protect you but my god was he stupid. And you’re shushing him down the phone, whispering about how much you love him and how stupid they were. you know now isn’t the time to scold him for what he did - you’ll do that later - but it is the time for love and understanding and you just want him to be okay and he is when he hears your voice softly telling him to calm down and you love him and now he just can’t wait to get home. So after many assurances that he’s okay he promises to come home ‘provided there’s a brew waiting of course’ and you laugh at him as he hangs up, going to make that tea.

could you do a john stones one about the reader being a famous actress and john comes to surprise her on set after they’ve been away from each other for a while

I’m so sorry this took so long, I’ve been so busy with school x

You’re wrapping up your last scene of the day, a sigh escaping your lips as your tiredly make your way to your trailer. Obviously you loved your job but it was long hours a day - making you tired - and a lot of months a year - meaning you left behind all your life. That life involved John, and god you missed him when you went away. You made sure to text and call and FaceTime whenever you could but sometimes it just wasn’t enough, sometimes you wanted to be in his arms, you wanted to run onto the pitch to celebrate with him - not send him a text and wait for hours for his reply. So when you opened your trailer door and saw John - your John - sat - on your sofa - scrolling through his phone, you were in shock. And when he looked up at you with those blue eyes and smiled softly at you, opening his arms wide, you did not hesitate to run into them, nuzzling your head into his neck, engulfing his scent and revelling in his presence. And he’s muttering ‘I’ve missed you baby’ into your hair and you’re smiling widely into his skin and you were so glad that was the last scene of the day - the rest of it’s taken up.

omg do one for stones!!

You’d shuffle down the stairs looking for John, finding him stood at the stove making eggs and sausages, low hanging joggers and shirtless. And he’d be smirking as he caught you staring at his chest and playfully rolling his eyes as you lightly frown at his tattoo of Millie. ‘Don’t worry, love’ he’d laugh, ‘now go back to admiring me’ and you’d feel your cheeks heating up and of course he does this all the time because he loves teasing you and seeing you blush and of course you’d brush him off with a laugh and a roll of the eyes he loves so much, but you make damn sure to admire them back muscles when he turns back around.

Didn’t even play badly, just gave away a stupid penalty like always with the stupid mistakes and I fucking hate Newcastle

Johnny say something

via zinchie’s ig