Cause of death. This.
John accidentally telling you he wants you to have his babies one day while laying around having a lazy Sunday
you’re lying on the sofa, a crap Netflix film on, hot mug in one hand and playing with your sock in the other. And he’s sat next to you, eyes vaguely staring at the screen but definitely not watching and it’s out of nowhere that he says it, just a quiet muttering of ‘I can’t wait until where doing this as a family’ and you’re taken aback, thinking you’ve misheard at first because he’s never expressed that want with you before. But by the way he’s staring at you - all warm and content - you can tell it’s sincere so you’re smiling back, sock being forgotten, reaching for his hand and giving it a squeeze - ‘I’d like that too’
until you can’t believe there was a moment you didn't think they were.
okay being in a relationship with John but you had a huge fight and drifted apart and haven’t had much contact for weeks but one day you decided to show up to his game wearing a jersey with his name on it and the cameraman randomly shows you on the screen and John sees it during the game and is all distracted and gets subbed off and as soon as he leaves the pitch he texts you to meet him after the game
I actually really liked this idea, anon
so you hadn’t spoken to John in weeks, but it was a big derby match and you’d be damned if you missed it because of him, so you got ready, throwing on your Man City jersey and go to the game with your friend. And it was a good game. And intense game. You were telling your friend that City are playing well - but John was starting and playing well was what you really meant. And it’s after a goal, everyone celebrating, showing the gleeful fans that he sees you, up on the screen, screaming and hugging your friend and he notices it, of course he does. STONES written across your back and it looks right to him, and he keeps thinking about it, looking at were he thinks you are in the crowd, searching, hoping to get a chance to see you - his girl - with his name on your back. Like it should be. And it’s this distraction that ends with him getting subbed off, commentators agreeing with the decision - ‘Stones has slipped in quality this second half’ - but he doesn’t care. He’s getting his phone out as soon as he’s off, finding your undeleted contact name and sending you a message.
Meet me after the game x
And you see it at full time, high off the win, high off the thought of him. So of course you do.
“What are you doing? Oh, this is nice.” I’ve been waiting for this hug since the “just-grabbing-the-door-for-you” moment in Spider-man Homecoming.
The John Stones that played against Panama in the World Cup is the John Stones I want ok.
Paul Dummett, Fabian Schär, Martin Dúbravka, Bernardo Silva and John Stones are my loves
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