Hat Trick Hero

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

person: *is significantly taller than me*

me: interesting… did you know I’m in love with you

Friendship goals

john stones + bernardo silva

do you have anything with Harry winks coming up?

I have 4 winksy requests in my inbox, I’ll be writing them all at the end of the week, after my exams finish (that I’m failing). Feel free to still send in requests and I’ll get to them then x

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.

do jealous stonesy!!

jealous stonsey my god

And it’s when you meet dele that it happens but of course you don’t notice it because you’re sat laughing along to everything he says, leaning forwards into his space, making him smile and laugh and gush about ‘John’s charming missus’. And John can’t hear what you’re saying, so he doesn’t know that you’re sat trading stories about him - not that it should matter. So when you leave you’re confused at the way he refuses to look at you as he drives home and the way he goes straight upstairs for a shower as you get in. And you’re making a cuppa downstairs when he comes back down, towel hung loosely around his waist, hair damp to his forehead and chest glistening so you take the opportunity to speak, ‘I had a good day today’. And he snaps back an angry ‘yeah I know’, and you’re shocked, holding his tea in your hands, feeling lost and not knowing what to do with it. ‘So you got along with dele. Like everyone else. That’s understandable. Of course you would’. And it makes you laugh. Your John. Being jealous of dele? How could he compare. So you wander up to him, stroking his huffing face, smiling at his decelerations of ‘oh so this is funny to you’ and mumbling assurances of love. Because of course you love him. And his face softens. Because of course he knows this, he’s just being irrational. And he’s pulling you into his chest, and you’re squirming and laughing, ‘no you’re wet’, and he smirks cheekily ‘I don’t mind when you’re wet, love’ and you’re laughing together and you hand him his tea and you spend the rest of the night showing him how much you love him - never anyone else.

ignore me

Also things like this frustrate me because whilst I recognise the nature of football is to be the better team I feel you get no credit if you lose regardless. Newcastle was more than likely going to lose. And that’s all people will focus on. Not the fact that for a good portion of that we weren’t losing. That just by losing by one goal and having a fairly tight match we defied expectations - but it doesn’t matter because we didn’t defy them enough

Liverpool I love you. We can be friends now

you and Trent come home drunk and end up having drunk sex and your both laughing and acting like teenagers again x

And you’re falling through the door, clung onto his shoulders, still giggling at both of your attempts to open the door and immediately going to unbutton his dress shirt. But obviously you’re doing it clumsily and T is laughing at the site, not making it any easier with his dramatic chest movements for you and you’re thinking fuck it, it can stay on, getting to work on his belt instead. And he’s hitching up your dress seemingly with the same self awareness of his capabilities in that state as you finally fling his belt off with a ‘why’d you even where this thing’. And he’s undoing the button because you’re taking too long, shoving down his trousers and boxers, and kicking them off to the side. And he’s pulling you up to him, dress still hiked up, and sloppily inserting himself in you. And it’s erratic and messy and not at all sexy and you’re both finding it hilarious as you knock over the clock, both of your faces tinged red - from the alcohol and the sex and god this is love.