How Old Are You? ❤️

After thinking on it for a day I don’t blame Rafa for wanting to leave but I’m still simultaneously in denial and also fucking distraught.

who let stonesy do this?

Trying swimsuits infront of T?

‘What about this one’ you’re saying, giving a spin and watching his eyes drink you all in as they slowly skirt up and down. ‘Beautiful, love.’ And you’re sighing slightly as you throw him a smile - of course you appreciate it so much but god he’s been saying that about every one and you just want to know which is the best one to buy. So you’re turning around, strutting back into the changing room to change into a final one when he’s appearing behind you, arms sliding around your waist and head in your neck. ‘The red one. Get the red one, love’ is huskily whispered into your neck: ‘now let’s go home and try taking off some clothes’

do you support city?

I support john stones

Send me blurbs

Send me blurbs, I still have some in my inbox but I’m having writers block so I need to find some I’m inspired for. To everyone who’s sent me something, I’ll get to it! Also everyone who sent me a sancho blurb: I want to familiarise my self with him first before I write.

John being the english man he is.

have you thought about your story with john yet??

Not really, busy with a lot of work, but if anyone has any ideas for what they want to see please send them in (getting you all to do my job whilst I’m busy!)

Don’t ask me why but Ronaldo has and will always look like a wax work to me

Can with have some Chillwell you getting Jel over Ben spending time with Madders 😂

I love Ben and his friendship with madders so much

It’s not that you didn’t like James, you loved him and you loved spending time with him and Ben - together they were comedy gold. But you hadn’t seen him for two weeks and him sitting with James, laughing about jokes that you’ve missed and ignoring you was not fun for you. So you moped around the house, waiting for him to leave. And when he does Ben places his arms around your waist, nuzzling into your neck, muffled whisperings of ‘baby’ as he swayed you back and forth. ‘Why’d you not speak to James much? What’s wrong?’ And you’re spinning out of his arms with a muttering of ‘nothing’ and he’s not letting you go, pulling you back into his chest, and your whining, not wanting to admit you’re jealous of madders because how ridiculous is that. But Ben knows you better than anyone so of course he knows there’s something wrong, lifting your head up, hand on your cheek, ‘I’m all yours from now on.’

Drunk Stonesy is my new favourite thing… part one.