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[ladymarycrawley]

Let me ease your pain - John Stones

As I'm going through some tough days I thought writing sth would have helped me so here we go. I've imagined it differently in my head, it's not proofread so don't expect too much.

This is dedicated to @johnstonesfc who's going thorugh some hard moments to, stay strong bestie 🤍

Warning: mentions of death

Tag list: @masonxomount, @prideofpd, @chelsealover, @stonesyy

Death has been and will always be one of humanity's bigger, if not the biggest, mysteries ever: seeing your loved ones fly away from you, people that shared a significant part of their lives gracing yours being taken away from you is terrible, especially if this happens all of a sudden. The moment you get that hateful news it feels as if the ground under your feet magically disappears and start thinking about everything you could have said and done to let that person feel loved or to make them feel your love and, in the end, you always fear you didn’t do enough while that person was alive.

You were sure most people would have felt that way while acknowledging the passing away of someone close or at least it was how you felt the moment you got the news about your relative.

You couldn’t believe it at first, it couldn’t be real. The way your head started spinning around urged you to sit on the sofa behind you, fearing you might have passed out any moment.

Uncontrollable sobs started shaking your body as well but not a hint of tears down your face, only groans of pain leaving your throat. Desperate cries echoed through the walls of your house but it felt as, at the same time, you couldn’t give enough voice to the grief making his way through your body.

John wasn’t there at the moment, he was with his physio to recover from his groin injury but you hoped with every fibre of your soul he would open that door giving access to your house as soon as possible.

When he came back home from his session he found your figure bent over itself, your head in your hands as your gaze was fixed on the wall before you, staring at it blankly.

His eyes were wide open as he caught sight of your figure.

“Y/N?”

You moved your head to the side and the moment he made eye contact with your glossy orbs it was when he realised something really bad must have happened and therefore got really worried.

He jogged to where you were and knelt down to be at your height, taking your head in his hands.

“What happened?”

“My nan died”

John sighed and pulled you into his chest where you could finally let yourself go in a desperate cry where those hot tears that earlier didn’t happen to leave your eyes now were streaming down your face, soaking your boyfriend’s jumper.

“Shh, I’m here” He kept on whispering in your ear like a never stopping lullaby, while stroking your hair.

“I didn’t get to see her nor talk to her lately and I hate myself for it”

“Don’t, she loved you so much and you know that. I’m sure she didn’t care about it”

“But I feel so guilty” Your cry got even louder, sounding rather desperate.

“Don’t feel guilty baby, don’t have to”

You two stood there like this for a while, him holding you close to his chest trying to calm you down as your sobbing was slowly slowing down.

If seeing John home with an injury always left you with a bitter taste because you hated seeing him being forced away from the pitch, on that occasion you were somehow grateful for it because that meant you wouldn’t have to stay home alone with your negative thoughts pervading your mind.

Not many words were exchanged between you two the following moments as you weren’t feeling like doing so. John looked at you from afar, not wanting to bother you but feeling the need, at the same time, to ease your pain.

“You aren’t hungry, are you?”

You shook your head in denial, still sat in that same curled up position you had been staying in for the past hour or so, the only sound in the room being the tv turned on to try not to make you think about what just happened.

“Maybe I’ll prepare some snacks for later, whenever you’re hungry you can have them”

You nodded and, after what felt like a year, you succeeded in raising your stare to look at John taking some vegetables from the fridge, in the attempt to cook something tasty to make you happy. The way he loved you was moving and you were sure you weren’t deserving of such love but you tried to put aside that thought, for that night at least, and appreciate all of his sweet gestures without thinking if it was alright or not.

You got up and wrapped your arms around his waist, careful not to scare as he was holding a knife. At first he was a bit stiffened up, as he wasn’t expecting your hug but then, when he felt your cheek pressed against his back, he relaxed and smiled.

You were breathing in his scent with your eyes closed, as one of the few things that could make you feel at home no matter where you were.

“Thank you. I love you” You said as simply as that sounded. He put the knife down and gave a quick stroke to your hands before taking the right one and bringing it closer to his lips, to kiss your knuckles and your fingertips.

“I love you too”

You smiled and placed a gentle kiss between his shoulder blades and went back on the sofa, watching the latest Netflix’s teen movie or, better, using it as a background noise as your eyelids were slowly covering your eyes, meaning you were about to fall asleep.

John wanted to leave you your space so he kept on cooking and then doing the kitchen until he saw you with your eyes closed.

He woke you up gently and scooped you up in his arms. “I’ll take you to bed, you fell asleep watching that funny film” He answered sarcastically as he placed your tired body on your mattress, kissing your forehead.

You clutched his arm as he was going away from your shared bed.

“Stay here” The need to feel his touch was stronger than ever and he smiled knowingly.

“I was about to make some tea, do you fancy a cuppa?”

“The way you do it with a bit of milk?”

“Of course, that’s proper tea” He huffed, rolling his eyes playfully.

A little laugh left your mouth, abandoning your head against the pillow behind your head.

“Don’t be long”

“I won’t, turn on the tv and choose a good film…not that shit you’ve fallen asleep on”

“It wasn’t that bad” You protested in a low voice as he jogged down the stairs.

The weight you were carrying was so heavy you couldn’t avoid crying, not even when John came back holding your boiling hot mugs together with the snacks he prepared earlier on.

He didn’t say anything, just left the tray on his bedside table and slipped under the covers with you, pulling you closer to him so his arm was now resting behind your head and his other free hand was caressing your body, his thumbs drying up your warm tears silently.

“I’m glad we can stay home together these days…I don’t wanna be alone” Your sobs began shaking your body again and he promptly reassured you and engulfed you in his hug.

“You won’t. I’ll do whatever I can to make you feel safe and cheer you up”

You smiled and nuzzled your wet face in his chest.

“Including a hot bath, dinner in bed and all those things”

“I might consider the hot bath…”

“I’m included in the bath, for your info”

“Okay” You sighed “I’ll make this sacrifice of bathing with you” You replied ironically.

“Oh wow baby, you’re so kind” You kissed his lips with a giggle plastered on yours, before closing your eyes.

“I love you so much, John. You have no idea how much I do”

He smiled, letting his fingertips travel back and forth your arm wrapped around his neck.

“You have no idea how much I love you” John brushed your lips against your wet ones. “Much more than you”

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[pensat-i-fet]

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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[thousandfourhundreddays]

Can I request 25 off your prompt list for john stones please x

A/n: hi anon!! Thank you for your request! This’ll be my first john piece so I hope it doesn’t disappoint❤️‍🔥

Also a reminder that my requests are OPEN!!

Redamancy

(N)the act of loving the one who loves you; a love returned in full

“Would you just hold still, John?” You spoke, trying to keep your voice from wavering, the burning sensation of John’s stare lingering on your skin as you finished tying the dark navy tie around his neck, something which, despite his best efforts, he failed to do himself. However now, as he held your waist gently, his eyes tracing your features where the rich light of the 6pm sun skimmed your skin, a not so subtle smirk on his lips and a space no wider than the clothes you both wore between your bodies, you wondered if he ever really tried to tie it himself in the first place, as if this wasn’t his plan all along.

He still made you nervous, even three years after you first met. Not the hesitant or doubtful type of nervous, but the beautiful, deep sense of excitement, teenage romance type of nervous, and despite the aspirations to win medals and trophies, he made it his lifelong goal to make sure you knew he loved you the same, ‘more even’ he always claimed, but you could never agree with that. The butterflies that accumulated in your stomach never left, only growing when his skin touched yours, his fingers running up and down the expanse of your waist, his fingers climbing higher towards your collar bone, tracing the shape, before moving along your arm, grazing your skin, making his way to your wrist. He pulled your hand away from his tie to place barely there kisses against the inside of your wrist,

“John” you giggled softly, “let me finish”

“It’s done” he whispered into your skin, his kisses moving back towards your shoulder as he pulled you impossibly closer, placing your arm around his neck, your other still grasping his tie, habitually admitting defeat, using the material to pull him closer.

His lips captured your own, a few fleeting kisses being shared before he brought his free hand to the nape of your neck, holding you close as he placed a final, more passionate, yet still gentle kiss upon your lips, pulling a hum of satisfaction from your throat,

A content breath escaped your lips, settling your head to rest on his chest, listening to the quickening beat of his heart as you both stood bathing in the quiet of your bedroom.

“We should get going” John’s voice broke the silence after a few moments, the charity dinner you’d been invited to only fifteen minutes or so away from beginning.

“Mhm” you hummed in agreement, the two of you reluctantly pulling apart, yet staying as close as possible as you took one final glance over each other before you left the house.

“I love you” even if you were to have your eyes closed, you would be able to here the smile in his voice,

“I love you” you returned, a giddiness washing over you as you placed what you swore to be a final kiss to his lips,

“Your ties still wonky”

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[footiehoemcfc]

I want to write a john fic and a mason fic (not smutty ones im feeling either more angst or fluffy) so if you have any requests or ideas send the in dont be shy :) 🫶🏻

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Hellooo!🤍 John Stones masterlist is finally here!🤍

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Ruben Dias x Reader - Remember You and Me Part 5/8

This chapter = 🥳❤️‍🔥🤯

Summary - After a traffic accident reader is left with no memory of her life with Ruben, who desperately tries to get her to remember him.

Enjoy!

You were sitting in the kitchen staring blankly at your phone in disbelief. Your parents were on the other end, wishing you a happy birthday. Another thing you didn't remember, your own birthday.

"Happy birthday, honey!" Your mom chirped, oblivious to your mortification. "We hope you're having a wonderful day!"

"Thank you." You awkwardly mumbled. Just then Ruben entered the kitchen. He frowned at your paused expression. "What?"

You pointed at the phone. "It's my mom, she's wishing me a happy birthday."

Ruben perked up in suprise. Seems like you weren't the only one that had forgotten about it.

"I'll talk to you soon mom, bye for now." You hung up the phone and welcomed the silence between you and Ruben.

"So it's your birthday." He said.

You didn't blame him for forgetting. You had both been so busy trying to get back on track with your lives.

"It's my birthday." You shrugged.

"What would you like to do?"

You didn't get to answer Ruben's question before there was a knock on the door, somone letting themselves in.

"Surprise!" Rachel exclaimed. She entered the kitchen holding up a giant birthday balloon. "Guess what, I'm throwing you a birthday party tonight!"

You looked to Ruben, who looked equally puzzled.

"Rachel, how did you...?"

"Remember Y/N's birthday?" She turned to you. "He forgot, didn't he? Just like last year."

"Rachel, what are you..."

"I'm taking Y/N shopping for a dress to wear to tonight." She came around the kitchen island, grabbing your arm, forcing you to get up and out of your seat.

"But Rachel, Y/N need to..."

"She deserves a party Ruben."

Ruben was brought back by her stern tone.

"She's been through alot and deserves to be celebrated, right Y/N?"

You were lost for words. You wanted to turn to Ruben for answers but somthing told you that he would let you make the decision for yourself.

"I want a party."

"You do?" Ruben frowned.

You nodded.  "It might help with my memory."

"Great!" Rachel jolted, her red hair bouncing with her jumping. She continued to drag you out of the kitchen, out into the hallway and towards the front door. "Ruben, you meet us up at the penthouse at seven, I'm throwing the party there. Everything is already arranged, food, DJ, you name it. But can you please make sure to invite some of your teammates." She paused in the doorway. "But only the cute ones."

"Rachel I don't think..."

"Okay, bye!"

The door was slammed behind your back. Rachel drove a black BMW with tinted windows, but offered to roll yours down as you wanted to see where you were headed. She took you into the city, to the epicentrum of where the shopping was done in Manchester. You were going along with things that your nineteen year old self didn't agree with, like trying on promiscious lingerie and dresses that barely cut below your waist.

"Try this black one. I know Ruben loves a woman in black."

Rachel accompanied you into the fairly large dressing room.

"Have you been friends for a long time, you and Ruben?" You asked.

"Ever since he moved to England." She smiled.

"Well, where is he originally from?"

"Portugal." Rachel laughed. "Hasn't he told you that?"

"No."

"Well you guys must have a lot to catch up on, with your memory being lost and all."

You nodded. There was alot that you still didn't know about Ruben, like how you two met and how far into the relationship that he purposed to you.

"I should tell you..."

You met Rachel's eyes in the dressing room mirror. "Yes?"

"He and I used to date you know... before he met you."

"You and Ruben?"

She nodded, helping you pull up the zipper to your dress.

"Oh."

You were not sure how you were suppose to react.

"It was only for a short while though. A mistake, Ruben calls it."

"He said that?" You frowned. Didn't sound like somthing Ruben would say.

"Either way, he didn't want you to know about it before, about us. But I figured that with your memory loss and all, its better if we both get to know each other without the secrets this time."

"Agreed." You said, respecting her honesty.

"I think this is the one." She said, stepping back to admire the way you looked in your dress.

You turned in the mirror. The dress was a bit revealing but undoubtedly gorgeous on you. "I think so too." You smiled.

Arriving to Rachel's penthouse was a quest on its own. As soon as you stepped through the door a sea of well dressed people shouted 'Happy birthday!'

"Thank you everyone." You felt awkward and very timid. You recognized none of the people that tended the party, no one but Ruben.

"Happy birthday." He emerged through the crowd like the sun on a cloudy day, dressed in a suit and bowtie. In that moment you realized how much you depended on Ruben. Depended on him to protect you and keep you safe.

"Thank you " You said, hooking your arm with his.

"Champagne for the twenty five year old?"

Rachel appared by your side, offering you the flute.

"You probably shouldn't..."

You emptied the glass before Ruben could protest. Rachel laughed at the wrinkled face you pulled right after.

"Let her enjoy Ruben. You only live once, right?"

The alcohol hit you right away, clouding your mind. "Can I have a another one?" You asked.

"Of course!"

"No, Y/N. I think one is enough." Ruben tugged your arm, wanting to pull you aside to talk in private.

For some reason you fought against him.

"Relax Dias." Rachel said, stealing you away from him. "It's her birthday."

Ruben did not look pleased with you, not at all actually. There was an unsettling feeling within you, the fact that Ruben wanted to control you.

"I'll be fine." You assured.

Although Ruben looked to want to protest, a group of well dressed men ambushed him, looking to jump him. "Eyyy Ruby. Why the long face?" They taunted. "Cheer up mate, it's a party, no?" Ruben still had his eyes on you until Rachel had you follow her out onto the balchony. There she had a waiter bring you two shots of somthing strong.

"At least you're allowed to drink again." She shouted through the loud music.

"Wait, I wasn't allowed to drink before? By who, Ruben?"

Rachel nodded her head. "I know some women do it, but Ruben would never let you try."

"Why not?" You frowned. Your nineteen year old self would never allow a man to make that kind of decisions for you.

"I dunno that's the way he is." Rachel shrugged. "He cares about you alot, you know. More than he cared for me."

Perhaps he cared a bit too much, you thought.

"Wait for me here, I'm going to check on the cake." Rachel left you with a view of Manchester City. It was breath taking and oddly familiar. And then it came to you, in the flash of a memory...

"Will you merry me Y/N?" It was Ruben down on one knee. His back turned to the very view that you were overlooking right now.

"Yes Ruben. I'll merry you."

And as quick as it came to you, the memory suddenly passed, leaving you with a throbbing headache and a urgent sense to throw up.

"You alright, love?"

A man came to see you whilst you were emptying your stomach in the bathroom. He was tall, blond and had remarkably striking eyes.

"Don't tell me I'm suppose to remember you because I don't." You wiped your mouth with the back of your hand.

The man smiled. "I'll go get Ruben for you."

The room was spinning. You couldn't stay in the bathroom because of the smell. People, no, strangers passed you in the hallway, wishing you a happy birthday. You nodded and smiled but felt sick to your stomach. Just as you were starting to feel like you were going to suffocate under the weight of all the balloons and well-wishes, Ruben appeared by your side. "Hey, you okay? John told me that you weren't..." Ruben caught you, just when you thought you were about to fall.

"Ruben I don't feel so..."

"What is it Y/N?"

"My head." You groaned.

Ruben pinned you to his side, draping your arm over his shoulders for support. "I'm getting you out of here."

You left the penthouse in a rush. Ruben brought around the car and drove you home. You didn't even get to say goodbye to Rachel, nor thank her for throwing you a birthday party.

"I'll go get your medication."

Just like that you were back home. You and Ruben, in your big big house.

"Here take these." Ruben handed you a glass of water and three white pills.

He watched you put the pills in your mouth and you knew he wouldn't leave you alone until you swallowed them. You sat on the living room couch whilst Ruben stood pacing in front of you, back and forth, forth and back. He looked deep in thought, running a hand through his already messy hair. You guessed that he was upset with you but probably didn't want to shout at you.

"Did you have any thing more to drink...on the balchony, did you have anything more to drink?" His pacing came to an end.

You looked up at him and for some reason you wanted Ruben to complement your dress, or at least the way you looked in it. He didn't really pay attention to the way you looked.  Perhaps he wasn't that attracted to you anymore.

"Y/N please answer the question."

"Yes." You admitted. "I had two shots of somthing. Maybe vodka."

Ruben closed his eyes and sighed. "Y/N, didn't I tell you that one was enough. Look what happned to you, it means you're not ready to..."

"To what, have fun?" You hissed. It was the first time that you were vocal about your objections. "Ruben, I was celebrating my birthday, why was that such a big deal to you?"

His eyes searched your face, not sure where all of this was coming from, why you were suddenly not agreeing with him. "It wasn't." He muttered.

"Yes it was, just admit it. You didn't want me to go out today,  you wanted me to stay inside like I've done for the past three months."

"Y/N, I'm just trying to look out for you."

"Ruben, I don't know who I am. I don't know what I want. And I have absolutely no idea what you want. Everything is just so fucking confusing to me right now and your not helping when all you want to do is lock me inside this house." Tears streamed down your face. Ruben seemed to want to reach out and touch you but ultimately hesitated. Instead he collected himself and said. "I'm sorry Y/N. I never intended to make you feel locked in. And I don't want to prevent you from getting your old life back. I just..." He looked to his feet. "...I just don't want to see you get hurt again."

You saw it, the hurt in him, in his voice. He was suffering too.

"Ruben look at me." You rose from the couch, approaching him where he stood. Ruben lifted his chin to meet your eyes. Like your eyes his were glossy too. He was crying too.

You placed a hand against his cheek, caressing his stubble. "There is no way you can guarantee that I won't get hurt again. No one can. Just like I can't guarantee that you won't get hurt. But what we can do is stop being afraid of life. I want to live Ruben."

He nodded, the side of his face pressing against the palm of your hand.

"I want to live with you." You whispered.

"What?"

You nodded. "I remembered." You said, recalling what happened to you on the penthouse balchony. How the memory of you and Ruben flooded you with such strong and sudden emotions.

"W...what did you remember Y/N?"

You smiled. "The happiest day of my life."

Ruben caught your back as you stood on your toes. You didn't have to tip far before his lips collided with yours. You wrapped your arms around his neck, moving on to tangle your hands into his hair.

"Ruben." You gasped. He was backing you up against the couch. "Let's go upstairs instead."

Ruben grunted in response, refusing to detach his lips from yours. How you even got to your bedroom, you had no idea. Ruben had you step out of your dress and lie down on the bed. You watched him toss his bowtie somewhere in the corner, moving on to slowly unbutton his shirt.

"Are you sure about this?" He asked, his bare chest seductive in the night light.

"Yes."

For the first time in a long time you felt certain about somthing, Ruben was the love of your life. The way your body wanted him, your insides screamed for you to keep him close and never let go. There could be no other explanation, Ruben was the one.

"Spread your legs for me."

You did what you were told, spreading your legs wide as you fell back against the matress. Ruben pushed his knee between your thighs, his body hovering over you.

"Take off your panties."

"Do you have a condom?"

Ruben bent down to kiss your belly. "No." He mumbled.

"No?" You brought yourself to rest on your elbows, watching Ruben trace wet kisses further down your body. The pleasure was immense. "Was I usually on birth control?" You asked.

Ruben raised his head to look at you, a slight crook in his brow. "Um...no." He answered. "You were....we were..."

"Ruben?"

He shook his head. "No, we weren't using condoms. We wanted to try for a baby so..."

Your lips parted in suprise. "Ruben, I'm so sorry."

He crawled towards you, collecting your face into the palm of his hands, kissing your mouth, your nose and the crook of your eye. "It's okay." He smiled. "I get that you want to use condoms now."

"But I used to want to try for a baby, no?"

He nodded.

The thought was hard to grasp, you and Ruben, having a baby.

"We don't have to do anything if you don't want to." Ruben was content enough to share a bed with you again, let alone hold and kiss you. You shifted to lay in a spoon,  Ruben's body cradling yours.

"I'm glad you remember us." He whispered, his voice laced with fatigue. "Just wait and see, there are many more happy memories to come back to you."

You said nothing, wondering if some of your memories were worth forgetting about. Like your desire to birth a child?

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#fanfiction #football imagine #ruben dias #man city #manchester city #ruben dias x reader #ruben dias imagine #footballer imagine #footballer x reader #football angst #john stones

[julianalvarez9]

wish you the best / john stones

part of the "broken by desire to be heavenly sent" series, can be read as an stand-alone.

mentions of: confusing relationship, friends to strangers to lovers, single dad!john, lily stones (oc), rúben dias and jack grealish, winning the epl (after the chelsea game), alcohol and the consumption of.

wc: 2.4k.

author's note: this is not proofread bc if i read it all over again i'll delete it all. turned to fluff at the last minute bc i broke my heart writing the first half. feedback is appreciated <333

summary: life was supposed to keep you two together, until his signing to city and, thus, his move to manchester, made it all fall down. right person, wrong time, some could say. or can they mend it, years down the line?

"i'll miss knowin' what you're thinkin' and hearin' how your day has been"

the fallout had been unexpected.

life had become inexplicably hectic for the both of you. ever since john signed to manchester city, thus moving away from your good old barnsley, and you started college, it had become harder and harder to find time for each other. and it's not like you didn't want to: there was nothing you wanted more than to see your best friend again, to be in his arms, to bask in his sunshine-like presence. but it seemed like the time was never right.

it would have been a lie to say you two were just friends, when you were way more. it just didn't have any specific title yet. it was all so new, at least for you two: your families had seen it from a mile away, and couldn't be more happy about it. you knew he was it for you, just as you were it for him. but maybe, that's the problem with friendships that have the potential to evolve into something more. if it goes wrong, you lose the one who you could talk about how your day has been, the only one capable of picking up the pieces when life gets too rough, the one who knows how to paint a smile on your face.

it's the dark side of the moon, as some would say. 

if it goes wrong, you don't only lose a potential lover, but a friend.

"i barely see y/n anymore…" john's mum pointed, doubtful, one sunday evening when her son and her were sharing some tea. janet didn't miss the way john shifted uncomfortably in his seat, which seemed to be too small now for his 6 foot frame. "something happened between you two?". and even if he tried to answer truthfully, he truly didn't know. to him, it felt like one moment you were there, by his side, always cheering him on, and the next, when he turned to look for you, you were gone. "wish i knew, mum".

"do you think you can tell me everything, darling? but leave out every part about him"

your family and his were always close.

at first, it was a blessing: you two had grown ever closer because of it, and you were invited to any event held in the stones household, just as he -and his family- was invited to yours. the nights where both your families enjoyed together were your favorites: from the food, to the table games, to spending so much quality time together.

soon enough, though, it turned out to be a nightmare.

your absence when john came back to visit was loud. your cheerful laugh and vibrant presence were missing, and janet, john's mum, couldn't help but notice that, coincidentally, you disappeared when he came back.

everything felt wrong for john. even getting into his house when he came back from training, absolutely drenched from the rain that just didn't stop coming, didn't make him feel better. he realized that the only place where he really wanted to be was home; but, not his place, rather, his childhood home. so he did what he knew best: get back in the car and drive there, no matter the pouring rain outside or that he would need to be back in just a couple hours to continue with his routine.

"oh, you just missed y/n!" was the first thing his mother said to him when she opened the door. she must have recognised his car pulling up, because he hadn't warned them before his arrival. "she was here just a couple hours ago," janet said, untangling her arms from around his son, and now focusing on his deflated face. "what is it, darling? did you hear the news?".

he frowned at that, a clear question sign painted on his face. "what news?".

his mom looked around for answers, clearly uncomfortable after facing the reality that you and him must have fallen out pretty bad if you weren't telling him such drastic changes. "i'm so sorry, i thought she had told you before… i'm so sorry, honey…" she tried to mend, but it was to no avail. john wouldn't let it go without knowing what the news concerning you was, and his frown only increased when his older sister walked into the room. 

"she's moving to LA, got someone waiting for her there apparently" jenny announced, and it felt like a gut punch. he tried to fake a smile, show everyone around how happy he was that you were achieving your dreams, since you always told him you wanted to go to the US. the part of you having someone there waiting for you, though, was his problem; just when he, finally, had realized what was missing in his life was you, now you were the one leaving.

"right now you're probably by the ocean, while i'm still out here in the rain. with every day that passes by since we've spoken it's like glasgow gets further from LA"

john couldn't help but feel stuck.

it had been three years since he had seen you last, and still, he couldn't avoid the what ifs. what if he had brought you with him to manchester in the first place, what if he had confessed what he truly felt for you sooner, instead of letting it float in the air. he knew there was something special; there was no other way of describing it. john wished he did more, before it was too late. he felt like, apart from his football career, which was going great,  nothing had gone his way. he tried to mend his broken heart with shallow relationships which never went far. and the one that did, left him even more heartbroken, and in charge of an eighteen month little girl that was a carbon copy of him, which he loved dearly.

but still, every little good thing that happened, he found himself thinking about sharing them with you. you, who he only saw on social media when you dared to post a snippet about your life across the atlantic ocean. you, who never responded to any of his text, or messages to make casual conversation, apart from the automatic 'happy birthday!' wishes.

"well, i can't help but notice you seem happier than ever now"

social media was never a place he liked to spend his time on. his instagram profile only contained pictures of matches and was used solely for his job; couldn't be farther away from jack, who seemed to post absolutely everything he did, or even rúben, his best mate, with his classic "thirst trap photos" -as jack had joked once- that only gained him laughs amongst the team. but he always had someone for the parties to attend, or the events held by the club, so it must be working, thought john.

he didn't want to admit how many hours he spent there now, scrolling through your profile, waiting for you to post something. it was weird to only see you across a screen now, after years and years of being almost glued together. it was weird seeing you smile that same grin that only he could get out of you, how your eyes crinkled up how they did when john made a joke that made you fold in half. these memories seemed a lifetime away now, and john wondered if you, sometimes, remembered him, or if it was just all in his head.

maybe you had meant more to him than he meant to you.

maybe that's why it was so easy to leave the place you two called home, without even talking to him in the first place. but again, he had left you to go to manchester. so, did you really owe him something? you didn’t think so.

"i wanna say i miss the green in your eyes, and when i said we could be friends, guess i lied"

seeing his daughter grow into the prettiest little girl was the absolute joy of john’s life: nothing could top that. not even the possibility of man city winning the treble, or you returning unexpectedly onto his life one good saturday morning.

"john?".

he hates that he knows exactly who's the one that pronounced his name without needing to turn around, but still, he can't doesn't seem to have the strength to actually face you. it's not until you place your ever so soft hand on his shoulder, that he turns, as he fakes surprise. "y/n, is it really you?". he feels dumb even saying it, because of course it is.

seeing you again was strange for john. it felt like you were a completely different person. but still, something familiar ignited inside of him, and he hates to know that you've still got that effect on him. but seeing john after all these years was strange to you, too. seeing the little girl hanging on his hips, even more. "hello to you too, little one, what’s your name?" you ask, in the sweetest voice you can conjure, and john has to remind himself to breathe deep.

“lily” you can hear her say, although it sounds muffled by the man’s hoodie, due to her hiding her face away on his neck, shyly. her dad runs his big hand back and forth on her little back, in a reassuring way, while whispering in her hair, “she’s daddy’s old friend from back home, you don’t have to be nervous around her, pretty girl”.

you smile at her when she peeps with her little eyes back to see you, and you can help but admire her soft, green eyes. they never failed to remind him of yours, so gentle and loving, but that’s not something you needed to know. that he saw you in her, more than he saw her biological mother. he’s not even sure if that’s the truth, anyways, or what his brain tricks him to think. unknowingly to him, you’re wondering about the little girl’s mom, too. she’s the carbon copy of john, so he’s for sure her father, but you can’t help but wonder where her mum is, when there’s not a trace of the woman, at least, not at john’s side.

your thoughts are interrupted by your old friend’s familiar voice. "do you, are you…?" john didn't have the words for what he needed to say. he wanted to ask if you were back for good, but the words escaped. "back?” you complete, as if you had never lost the ability to read into his mind, no matter the time that has passed or the distance that keep you apart all this time.

"i wanna say i wish that you never left, but instead i only wish you the best".

john felt like his heart could jump out of his chest.

it wasn't just the rush of adrenaline after entering the pitch on the minute 57, or the ball he had practically saved from getting to the back of the net, which would have been the equalizer for chelsea. it was, rather, for a certain message he got before the match started.

wish you the best today, john! you’ll kill it xx

the fans invading the pitch after the final whistle, and thus, the obtention of the fifth premier league won by the blue team, made the task of looking for you in the stands just a little bit harder. he knew where his family was -in his box at the etihad, as they always were when they came to see him-, but they didn’t know whether if you had joined them, or if you were on your own. or if you were even at the stadium. 

“mate, you just won the premier league for the fifth time, three times in a row. where is your head?”. and rúben was right; john was checking his phone nonstop, clearing up his notifications if the message didn’t have your name on it. “yeah, you’re right. i’m waiting for a friend to tell me if she’s here or not”. jack chimes in once he hears the female pronoun. “why don’t we get to the pitch then, johnny boy?” he says, as he helps his friends with a glass full of a dark liquid that john quickly recognizes as rum and coke once the alcohol hits his throat, and it's the liquid courage he needs to make his way outside with the rest of his teammates.

soon enough, after they are given their medals, and the trophy’s lifted, the family members are allowed to get onto the pitch, to celebrate their loved ones. at first, john’s a bit disoriented, not being able to see his family on the usual spot, but his worries vanish when he feels a gentle tug on his shorts, and he lowers his gaze to see lily smiling widely at him. 

he lifts the little girl effortlessly, like she weighed less than a feather. “were you looking for someone, daddy?” lily asks with her sweet, little voice, and john has to wipe away the little voice screaming your name from his mind. it’s not the first time you’re not here, but it is the first time you’re in the country, which explains why he’s so bummed out about you not being by his side, once again. “just for you, princess,” he says, and it isn’t a lie, but it isn’t the whole truth, either. “did you run over here on your own? where is your grandma?”.

the little girl giggles mischievously at the same time john sees his mum, and he grins. but his smile only gets bigger when he thinks he’s able to see you, right by his mom’s side, like the old times. john isn't quite sure it isn't a part of his imagination: his desire to see you again, wearing his man city jersey, conjuring your figure at the etihad. but your smile is so big, he doesn't think his brain could be able to pull off such a beautiful sight. and then, when you're close enough, his arm locks around your waist, drawing you in, and all is complete. still, he needs to make sure, muttering a small "you're here" on your hair when he gives you a side hug, that you melt into completely. 

"well, had to come cheer for the best player on the pitch, no?” you say, while patting his back lovingly, although he doesn’t let you go. he remains holding lily with his left arm, who is too interested in watching how moonchester and moonbeam, the two city mascots, run around the pitch causing havoc. “five for number 5. you're the best, john!” you gush, and his cheeks turn a soft pink, so he looks to the floor in an attempt at hiding his lovesick stare. "well, this one is the most special to me" he confesses, and whether he means it due to how man city snatched the lead in the final stint of games to win the league, or due to your familiar presence by his side, it doesn’t matter. the look you give confirms that you know what john means, like you always did, and that you feel the same.

#football imagine #football imagines #football angst #john stones imagine #john stones x reader #john stones x you #john stones fanfic #football fanfic #football x you #football x reader

[whitepain]

cute cut john voicelines for when he accepted to do loansharking with arthur

#morston #him calling arthur master... Yeah i know its comedical but hes still saying it... HNG #that last line is uh.... have they bonded enough over this before that john enjoys it 😭 #Bros probably happy hes not on the recieving end of arthurs punches (physical and verbally) for once #kinda crazy that loansharking was just an activity before it became solo missions for arthur... wonder if the TB storyline was set in stone #i wonder if john wouldve stopped arthur from beating up downes 🤔 god imagine if he didnt and how hed feel when arthur tells him whats what #UGH... that hurts... but it hurts so good because the final product basically made john look like he didnt know arthur was sick at all #Id rather take angst than nothing

[cityzenchick]

Part 1

That moment when ………. during a pre-match warm-up, John could plainly see that something was definitely bothering Ruben …….. he was not his normal bossy boisterous self and was unusually quiet, refusing to make eye contact with him, even when he passed him his training tabard ……

......... Ruben was no different as they lined up with the opposition team just before the start of the match, still blanking John, and staring straight ahead ….. this behaviour continued through-out the first half and it was obvious to all that the 'dream team' were not communicating as they normally would .......... 

……. at half-time, knowing this couldn't continue into the second half, John turned sharply in front of Ruben and challenged his team-mate head on as to what was bugging him …….. Ruben's reaction completely floored John as he watched his mate's eyes brim with tears, hanging his head, biting his lip, unable to hold in the hurt any longer, murmuring his choked response as to just what had happened ………

……… that morning you had tearfully broken the news to him that after much soul-searching and because you truly felt you were a major distraction to his career, you were leaving him ......... you, the girl he was hopelessly in love with ......... leaving him the day before he was planning to propose to you ....... leaving him the day before Valentine's Day .......... and he was completely heartbroken ......... 💔

....... Part 2 to be continued on Valentine's Day ❤️💋

#ruben dias imagine #john stones imagine #that moment when #my silly thoughts #a sad imagine #ruben dias #valentines day eve angst #feel free to add your own happy ending for Valentines Day 💝 #poor ruben #heartbroken 💔

[charlotterenaissance]

listen. the episode "dan's operation, part 2" of night court has got to be. the most fanfiction friendly episode of televison ever. dan in a coma. harry grabbing him and begging him to wake up. falling asleep on his chest because he's been awake for so long. dan waking up at that moment to gently pet his hair while he sleeps. dan admitting he's afraid of getting old alone because of his lifestyle and that he doesn't think he can love. harry telling him he loves him. dan wanting to tell him too but not being able. harry knowing anyway

#the potential of it all #the angst. the confessions. the need #dan being the office asshole that everyone says they hate #but the second he's gone they cover for him so he doesn't lose his position and crying over him #staying with him as much as they can #and #i cannot stress this enough #harry falling asleep on dan because he's been up worrying about him #i believe in them #night court #dan fielding #harry stone #john larroquette #harry anderson

[funky-gobbo-art]

Aldridge/Donovan garbage

1954-Guatemala/PBSuccess

Recruited into the CIA immediately after graduating Princeton

Donovan worked under Aldridge who was a mentor to him

Got comfortable enough with him and comes out as trans to Connor.

Start a kind of weird relationship near the end of their time in Guatemala to when they're transferred to Vietnam

1963-Pre-Saigon alleyway fight/flashback

Connor becomes a double agent secretly working for the NVA, manipulates John enough to get him off his trail for a bit.

Cause John is a FTM trans person, he got top surgery but didn't get a hysterectomy. Usually he's careful with protection and all that but Connor really didn't give him time to think about that and yeah, he got pregnant.

That kind of was to Connor's benefit, despite him not even knowing about it, John had to go into hiding for a bit so he wasn't actively hunting him down. But cause this is still Donovan, he was able to keep tabs on what Connor was doing despite hiding out somewhere outside Saigon.

Robert Marshall helped John out during this time cause he had connections still to Aldridge. Acted as a middle man.

A baby boy was born a few months before John and Connor had that alleyway fight. John sent the baby back to the states with help from Jackie Grimaldi so the baby can be placed in a good home. She updates on the boys wellbeing to Donovan during the events of Mafia 3 when Lincoln's in Frisco Fields. His name is Jesse and lives in the northeast United States.

1968-Stones Unturned

The events of Stones Unturned plays out as usual. John is clearly hiding a lot still from Lincoln and Robert won't say more on his side.

John tells Lincoln all about the "important" stuff on the boat ride to the island. But sometime in the bunker Lincoln gets fed up and tells John to tell him some of the whole story. He learns about their relationship during the time when they were in South America and Vietnam and how it fell apart. Lincoln tell he's holding back some more but accepts this for now.

The final confrontation with Aldridge, after Lincoln leaves the submarine, John tells Connor about the son he never met and after that. Well, yeah, Lincoln hears the gunshot.

When they leave the island, John finally comes clean about the kid he had and gave up. Lincoln, while was annoyed at first, understands now why John wasn't ready to talk about it yet. He's a very touchy subject and it still hurts for him to talk about. Lincoln appreciates it and things smooth out.

Okay I just wanted to get the timeline straight and dedicate a whole post for it.

#mafia 3 #mafia 3 dlc #stones unturned #lincoln clay #john donovan #connor aldridge #robert marshall #jackie grimaldi #donolinc #aldridge/donovan #<-idk their actual ship name lol #trans headcanon #trans man #transgender #gay #tmpreg #mpreg #angst #fankid #traditional art #my art #connor and john is like an antiship #i see them having a relationship #im not into it but like i see it and it makes sense

[ladymarycrawley]

Say you’ll be there - John Stones ft Rúben Dias

Request: can you do something with john? some angst where the characters get into a fight and don’t make up, sth happens to the female character and he’s madly worried about her? (requested by @howlsq) 

Warnings: it’s long and angst but also fluffy  poured all my worries and fears into it and even though it’s not a proper fight John is still scared and worried af. Light smutty mentions towards the end, mentions of anxiety

Tag list: @masonxomount @prideofpd @johnstonesfc @stonesyy​ @chelsealover​

After a long but successful season all you needed were some days to unwind, recharge your batteries and do all the things you would have liked to do together with your partner during the year but, because of his hectic schedule, it wasn’t possible. The month that would separate you from the most recent Champions League win and the start of pre season was the period of time you would spend each other’s company, making up for “lost” time and resting as much as you could. That meant days in the sun punctuated by lazy mornings in bed, followed by beach sessions where you would sunbathe and play in the water, all of that with some unmissable cuddles that, even though in yours and John’s case were subtle (none of you was a big fan of pda), were present all the same.

You and your other half were in good company as his teammate Rúben and his girlfriend, who also happened to be your best friend, joined you so you could spend a couple of weeks together in a place that wasn’t Manchester.

To sum it all up it was you, your best friend and your smoking hot boyfriends on holiday together in a place that could easily be defined as a paradise. What could go wrong? Nothing, apparently…except for your anxious mind playing tricks on you.

That day nothing special happened: you spent the day chilling at the beach, enjoying the good weather in the secluded area reserved just for the four of you where, privacy assured. From afar you could see two girls walking on the shore near to where you were, ready to shoot their shot with your man after having seen him all alone on the sunbed. You were chatting with Y/BF/N and her boyfriend a little further you caught sight of them with the side of your eye

“Who are those?”

You glared in their direction as you saw them playing with their hair and trying to flirt with John at a distance, eating him out with their eyes too. You walked towards him and gave them and him a disapproving look before. John saw you and excused himself before standing up from the lounge to walk over to you.

“What did they want?” You asked him, scrunching your face up because of the sunlight hitting your eyes.

He smirked and placed his hands on your hips. In order to show them he was already taken and he was yours, you shifted his hands down on your bum and kissed him passionately. They way water drops would roll down his toned body, highlighting his tanned skin and making his muscles even more evident under your touch made you want to take him right there on the beach.

Your friend, who had very clear what was happening, giggled and shook her head.

“Well, that was quite intense for two who aren’t into pda” The Portuguese player mumbled looking at you two.

“They were eating him with their eyes, the next thing would have been hanging a billboard saying FUCK OFF, HE’S MINE right on his forehead for everyone to see”

John moaned against your lips, making you feel the smile that was forming right against your mouth as his hand indulged on your lower body. 

“Someone got jealous”

“Oh my she’s so pathetic…she only has to thank the universe for having that man by her side…he’s way out of her league…”

What? Did they really say those things?

Your heart freezed as those mean words hit you like a dagger, opening those old, always present wounds caused by self-doubt and self-consciousness once again. They were your worst enemies and the passing of time they quietened but never left you.

An inevitable veil of sadness fell down your face, bringing you down the tunnel of overthinking. You weren’t able to live that day as lightheartedly as you did until that moment as it was impossible, due to the stream of thoughts that was telling you you weren’t good enough for John, that you weren’t worthy of him. You faked smiles for the rest of the day, faking it even when your best friend asked you if you were okay.

Consequently a lot of stress from these events piled up, letting all that built up tension release when you were unconscious and unarmed, that is to say during your sleep.

One of the worst nightmares ever started making its way in your sleep: you were on your yacht's deck, John was hugging you from behind, his hands releasing a pleasurable warmth against your stomach as you were wrapping your own against his thumbs.

He was so sweet, stroking his nose against your neck and jaw. The golden hour was making everything even more perfect, that yellowish light cast by the sun setting down was hitting your figures so perfectly.

Your boyfriend moved his hands down to your hips and made your turn around in order to face him. You smiled, still unaware of what he was about to do. He applied a light pressure on them to lift you up effortlessly and placed you on the railing of the class boat so you could sit on it, your back turned to the sea.

"John, put me down, I'll fall"

"Don't worry, I got you" He said with a reassuring smile, his strong arms wrapped around your middle to hold you against his body. Feeling his grip you sighed in relief, smiling back to him.

Then, all of a sudden what you were fearing the most happened: out of the blue what was supposed to be the man of your life, the one who would protect you no matter what pushed you backwards, letting you fall into the open sea.

The rate of your heartbeat became awfully fast as you cracked your eyes open and sat up in bed, as if a pin just hit you unexpectedly. You were panting and all sweaty, your head spinning. That nightmare was one of the worst things you ever dreamt of and the fact that it felt so real made it even scarier.

Tears streaming down your face, together with an uncontrollable shaking, added to all the other symptoms signalling you weren’t having quite a good time. You turned to face and glance a quick look at John who was lying there half naked, oblivious and still deep in his sleep.

The bed was like a cage to you now and its covers were feeling like ropes keeping you tied to it. The first thing you did when you realised where you were and what had just happened was get up and walk silently to the bathroom of your suite, hoping splashing your face with some fresh water could have been of some help. Much to your dismay, you stood there holding onto the sink and looking at your pale reflection in the mirror aware that some plain water wouldn’t have done the trick. It would have been too easy if anxiety and fear could have been erased with something as simple as water.

Your tears soon turned into uncontrollable sobs causing your body to shake and making you feel out of breath.

That horrible nightmare was the realisation of your biggest fear: ending up alone as people get bored of you and eventually leave you. John made no exception to you, he could have easily been one of those people and left you to your own fate to go and share his life with someone more interesting and less boring than you. The thought of him leaving you out of nowhere made you cry even more desperately, trying to stay quiet at the same time not to bother your sleepy man.

You needed someone to help you see the light again, to take your hand and guide you out of the darkness of your fears and that one was your best friend who was sleeping with her boyfriend in the other room and you. She would have been the only one able to cope with all of it.

What if she gets upset? Maybe she’s not sleeping and I'm just interrupting something… your mind kept telling you as you always feared disturbing people with your useless and dry existence.

Before going to knock on their door, you took your phone out to send her a text asking if she was awake. You waited five minutes, the longest five minutes to date, without getting any answer so you sighed loudly and got up from the bathroom floor, staggering towards the room she was in.

Another sigh left your mouth before shyly knocking but no one answered your call, of course.

You tried once again, a bit harder this time but you had to knock three times before she would wake up and get up to open you the door. She welcomed you with her eyes half closed because of the light entering her room and looked also quite confused seeing you there at that hour of the night.

“Y/N? What are you doing here?”

You started sobbing and the look on her face got even more confused.

“I- I had a nightmare”

She did the same you do moments earlier, quickly glancing at Rúben before closing the bedroom door behind her.

“What happened?”

“I don’t know I-” You started crying again, keeping your hands to your face.

“Shush, it’s okay, come here”

She took your hand and led you to the room and that was like the living room of the boat where you both took a seat on the small cream sofas.

“Tell me what happened”

Through the tears you started telling her the dream that brought you to that state as she was soothingly stroking your hand.

“...that was horrible. It felt so real I thought he killed me for real” Admitting that thing out loud hit you so bad your cry got louder and she hugged you tighter against her.

“It was just a nightmare, it’s okay” She kept whispering to your ear like a mantra “You’re alive and safe, John loves you, we all love you and you’re safe and sound with us”

“What if he doesn’t love me? What if he’s with me just because he doesn’t have the guts to tell me the truth? That he doesn’t find me attractive or funny enough to be his girlfriend and that he wasted three years of his life staying with me?”

“John doesn't think like that, darling” She looked at you with a half smile, giving you the most tender look. At that moment you were like a worried child to her, a child scared to death that just needed to be protected.

“How do you know that?”

“I know that because I know who you are, I know him and I wish you could see you two with my eyes to see how perfect you are for each other”

You bit on your lower lip and shivered: what she said was sweet but what if it was just her opinion?

“What if he leaves me?”

“I don’t think this will happen, or at least not in the short term…if it happens we’ll tell him to go to hell and we’ll pick up the pieces of your broken heart and put them back together. And I’ll be here, the whole time”

She smiled, knowing full well the fear of being alone was torturing you mercilessly.

“Y/BF/N can we spend the day together tomorrow? I mean just you and me, no John nor Rúben”

“If that helps you, it’s fine by me but you know ignoring John won’t solve the problem, right?”

You rolled your eyes and brushed your thumb over the soft skin of her hand.

“I know but I think I have to stay away from him, for some hours at least”

The following day, early in the morning you packed your things to go spend the day together, on the beach eating at some fancy place and maybe doing some shopping.

Your natural way of dealing with something painful or someone that caused you pain was ignoring the source of such distress and that’s what you did with John, even though he didn’t do anything bad objectively. You left for your girl’s day without leaving him a note nor a message, only a quick glance at his sleeping body and closed the door behind you without a single thought.

When the City defender woke up a couple of hours after your departure he found the spot beside him, which was supposed to be occupied by your body, empty and cold. A surprised look appeared on his face, seeming even more confused because of the sleep still visible in his eyes.

Out of instinct he grabbed his phone to go through the notifications on the screen to see if there was something from you and to send you a good morning text.

“Hi my favourite pain in the arse ❤️”

On normal days a text like that from the man you loved with your heart and soul would have made you smile but not on that day: it made you roll your eyes and look at the phone screen kind of disgusted.

“John asked me if we’re together…did you tell him we’re together?” Y/BF/N asked you as she saw the text from your significant other asking her news about you.

“Nope, I didn’t speak to him…”

“Y/N! Don’t be like this, it doesn’t help you”

“I know but I don’t wanna hear from him”

Your friend’s eyes fell on the screen of your phone and saw the notification with the message he sent you and she cooed. “You’re so made for each other it’s impossible he would leave you”

Your skin got flushed as you were trying not to think how much you loved that silly man as he was the love of your life to put it simply but effectively.

“I need to spend time without him to clear my mind, if I answer his texts or call him that won’t help” You explained to your friend quite annoyed, as if that was something easy to understand which didn’t need any further unravelling from your side.

She rolled her eyes and winced a little when her phone started ringing as Rúben was calling her. Her boyfriend was kind of confused too when he found out you weren’t the only one missing but his girlfriend disappeared too.

“Meu amor, where are you?”

“Hi love, we’re on an emergency girls trip…we just needed some time to ourselves”

“What? An emergency girls trip?”

“Shh!! John doesn’t have to know!”

“Erm he’s here with me”

At that exact moment John got right there where his fellow defender was, asking him if he had a clue of where his girlfriend was.

Your friend face palmed herself, whispering to her other half to get up and go somewhere else to talk with you.

“Okay can you tell me what's happening??” His question sounded exasperated over the phone.

“It’s quite complicated but we’re fine, Y/N isn’t just feeling herself and we’re spending the day together to relax a bit”

“Relax? You’re already on vacation!”

“Rúben, babe please don’t ask too many questions, okay?”

“Rubs! Is Y/N there?” John yelled at him, desperate to know you were safe.

“John is asking me about Y/N…”

Your friend took the phone away from her ear to let you know that, in case you changed your mind and wanted to talk to your man but you shook your head in denial, making her huff.

“She doesn’t wanna speak to him…”

“Did they fight??”

“Nope Rubs, I can’t tell you right now. I’ll tell you later. Just tell John we’re okay and we’ll meet you tonight for dinner, okay?”

“Okay…bye”

“Bye, love you”

City’s number 3 hung up on you, trying to understand what the hell was going on that made you literally run away from them.

“What’s happening? Where are they?”

“Look mate, I don’t know what happened but I think you’re in some kind of trouble as Y/N is clearly avoiding you”

The Englishman tilted his head to the side, trying to think about something he could have done that might have hurt you but nothing came to his mind.

“Did you crack some stupid joke that could have offended her? Or said something stupid?”

“Not that I remember of…I mean, I joked with her the way we usually do and she didn't look angry last night”

“I don’t know man but she seems really angry now…you didn’t fight, did you?”

“Not at all!”

“No idea then…maybe she’s pregnant” His teammate said nonchalantly, winning an even more worried glare from John.

“Pregnant??” As every time something embarrassing would happen, John blushed a little and scratched the back of his head as Rúben’s assumption totally caught him by surprise.

Your demeanour left the City centre-back there wondering what could have possibly gone wrong with you, being troubled even more by the absolute lack of communication from you (he tried to call you but without getting any answer from you)  and from the supposition made by his friend that kept on resonating through his mind.

Late in the evening it was time for you girls to get back to the base even if you weren’t that enthusiastic about it because it meant having to face John and you weren’t looking forward to it in the slightest.

When you got back, your boyfriends were sitting there waiting for you but with two different reactions: Rúben looked happy to see his girlfriend while John looked relieved. 

Your friend got closer to the Portuguese defender who placed his hand on the back of her thigh as she stood there, a bit bent over to kiss him.

The English one, on the other hand, was waiting for something similar coming from you but you just said hello and went straight to your room. Needless to say John looked kind of puzzled, clueless of what went wrong with you within the last 24 hours.

When your friend took her seat on the sofa next to John he gave her a questioning look, waiting for an explanation. She sighed and wrapped her hand around his wrist to stop him from following you.

"You know when she's like this it’s better if you leave her on her own"

"Can you tell me what's going on? That's so crazy"

Another sigh left her lips before telling the two lads what happened, starting from the nightmare that caused all the tantrum

"...she's just scared and anxious, you know she's an anxious person and has this terrible fear of ending up alone…gosh, I feel awful to have told you all of that, she'll kill me"

"She thinks I could kill her?"

"No, I mean, the murder is the last thing that scares her. She's scared of the meaning of it all"

Rúben sighed as John did the same brushing a hand over his face, not knowing what to think of.

"But she loves you, John. She loves you to death…not pun intended"

Rúben chuckled and John smiled, his look falling on the entrance that led to the other rooms of the boat, clearly thinking about you and what were you up to. He got up, as the only thing on his mind was talking to you and reassuring you but your friend warned him.

"Be discreet, John"

"Yeah, I've been with her for quite a while to know how to handle her, you know?" He answered sarcastically.

"Fair enough, don't tell me I didn't warn you if things get worse" She said, raising her hands.

"I only have to thank you for what you did" His voice softened while saying that and his plumpy lips curved into a grateful smile.

John walked straight to your shared room and opened the door to be met with the sound of rushing water coming from the shower cubicle. He entered the ensuite bathroom and smiled when he saw your figure behind the glass.

"How was your day?"

You didn’t answer as you kept on frictioning your hair under the running water.

"What?"

"Can I come in?"

"I'd rather you not" John blurted his eyes out as he didn't expect you to refuse him from taking your shower with him. Three times out of four he would ask that, you would gladly welcome him in the shower so he couldn’t believe his ears. 

Maybe you were feeling self conscious that day, it wouldn't have been the first time but in the end you would allow him to look at you, showing you how perfect you were to him but that time it was different.

John went back to your bedroom, sitting on the edge of the bed and scrolling down his phone. His teammate sent him a text asking him how things were going and he simply answered "She didn’t let me shower with her"

Rúben shook his head and sighed. "The guy is desperate and things are getting weird"

"What?"

He showed his girlfriend the text he got from John and she had the same reaction. 

"Poor guy…when she doesn't let him in it means things are serious…she would shower with him every day"

"Can you please not give me the details of what they do under the shower and of Y/N’s fantasies about him?"

"I didn't! More or less that's the same we do"

"The same but better"

"Depends on the day…"

"Do you want to take a shower?"

-

In the end he had no fault, it was just your mind playing tricks on you. Holding a grudge against him wouldn't change the situation, it would make things far more complicated and he didn't deserve such treatment after all.

You put your bathrobe on and slowly directed yourself to the bedroom where you found him sat on the bed. He looked so sad and such a sight broke your heart. He meant the world to you thus his happiness was your priority.

Without saying anything you got closer to his figure and sat on his lap, encircling his neck with your arms and letting your head rest against his shoulder.

John couldn’t be happier of your rapprochement therefore he smiled and pressed a lingering kiss to your forehead.

"I'm sorry" You admitted feebly: the whole situation did take a toll on you, exhausted you and made you feel as if you didn't have enough energy left in your body. Plus you felt a bit ashamed of the treatment you gave him.

"No need to be sorry" He whispered, placing his hand on your thigh, letting his fingertips slid under the white cotton robe but in a way that wasn't meant to be hot, just a tender gesture.

"Do you wanna talk?"

You stayed there in silence, staring at his long fingers against your skin, as if you lost the gift of speech.

No answer to his question arrived.

"We have to get ready for dinner" You mumbled after a while, getting up from his lap.

"We still have time"

You got up from his lap, giving him an empty look. John was getting scared, he wanted to help you but didn't know how to. He wanted to do the right thing but what if it looked like the wrong one in your sight?

"If you don't feel like going to dinner it's -"

"No no, it's fine"

"Baby" You couldn’t resist him calling you like that and that worked as you immediately made eye contact with him. The tone in which he addressed you was so soft, a hint of desperation in it, it almost sounded like a lullaby. "I'm here"

Those words were your last straw. You started sobbing uncontrollably again, the same way you did last night as John got up to hold you tight against him, his lips pressed against your freshly washed hair.

"Don't leave me alone please" You begged him, even though he just said he was there for you.

"I won't"

He didn’t say anything more, he just let you take all your agony out, crying as much as you needed while standing there and holding your body as close as he could to his.

“I - I had this nightmare where - where you killed me by pushing me down the boat into the sea and I don't wanna end up alone, you know is my biggest fear and -"

The sobs were stopping you from making any reasonable speech as you grew desperate with each word.

"It's far more likely that you'll end up killing me than the other way around, you know that?"

That joke earned him a laugh from you who were trying to dry your tears by stroking the side of your hand against your eyes. You were so lucky to have him.

Words weren’t that necessary on that occasion so silence wrapped you up as you were sniffling, nuzzled against John’s chest and basking in his gentle strokes down your back.You just needed to feel him close now more than ever to reassure you that he wouldn’t have left you and that was enough.

"I love you" John smiled, placing a kiss in the crook of your neck. “You’re a little mental but I love you”

You giggled through the tears still soaking your face and slammed a playful fist against his marble-like chest.

“Plus if I kill you I’d go to prison and I wouldn’t get to fuck you. Is that enough of a good reason to keep you alive?”

“Oh God” A really loud laughter from you echoed through the room “I wouldn’t survive more than a couple of days without my goofy boyfriend”

“Three days is a lot, I feel offended”

“I said a couple, that’s two days”

“A couple is three”

“That’s not true, that’s two”

“In Manchester it’s three”

“You aren’t from Manchester, you idiot”

He rolled his eyes.

“Well you aren’t either, little know-it-all”

“I know more things than you do by the way” Your bickering was maybe the thing you loved the most about your relationship, it was so funny to you and never failed to bring a smile to your face..

“You’re also calling me out for being ignorant now??”

“Yep, you’re my illiterate, adorable, super hot boyfriend” You whispered on his lips, tiptoeing to kiss him on the lips.

“Well, at least I’m adorable and hot”

You giggled and left him to get ready for the night, after having glanced at the clock on the nightbed quickly to see it was almost time to meet up with your friends to go out for dinner.

You opted for a silk, dark blue slip dress matched with a pair of flat sandals and styled your hair in some soft curls and you were ready to go.

"Good to go" You muttered as you took your phone out of your purse while waiting for your boyfriend.

He went for a simple style too, wearing some jeans paired with a black t-shirt. John would have looked good even with a garbage bag so he didn't have to force any crazy, extremely sophisticated style to look hot. That light tan the sun gave him complimented him perfectly, making his out-of-this-world cerulean eyes stand out as well as his soft curls that looked blonder than usual. He really was something in between an angel and a god.

John got out of the bathroom, preceded by the strong scent of his perfume that used to have a tranquilising effect on you.

"Me too - uh, who's this hot lady right here? Are you waiting for your boyfriend?"

He smirked, walking closer to where you were standing, smiling back at him.

"Yep, he should be here any moment"

"Mh, he's a lucky man…" He pushed his hands down your hips, as the effect of his natural warmth mixed with the sheer fabric of your dress, produced a really pleasurable effect on you, feeling it in the pit of your stomach.

You giggled and closed your eyes to press your lips against his in a chaste kiss. When you opened them you brushed the tip of your nose against his.

"You're gorgeous"

"Not really…my head is still spinning and my eyes are so damn puffy"

"I said you’re gorgeous, even when you feel ugly"

"Erm…thank you?"

"You're the ugliest girlfriend in the world"

"So is my boyfriend still lucky to have me?"

"The luckiest" He chuckled, kissing your lips again before smacking your bum gently.

You got out of his embrace to go and grab your clutch so you could join Rúben and Y/BF/N who were waiting for you outside.

"John?"

"Mhh?"

"Do you love me?" You asked him all of a sudden, seeing him walking out of the door. He stopped and turned to face you.

"What do you think?"

"Well…I hope you do"

"You're so clever, that's the correct answer!" He exclaimed as he was the guest of some game show and you were the contestant who just answered correctly to some hard riddle.

"You're so silly" You giggled, shaking your head.

"I'm here to make you laugh and to be the hot one in the couple you should know that by now"

When you got out of your room your friends were there waiting for you and your friend's eyes were literally shining with happiness as soon as she saw you holding hands.

"Finally" Rúben sighed, with a little smile. The same little, contented smile appeared on your friend’s face as she was so happy to see you walking out of your room hand in hand and with far more relaxed faces than the ones she saw you with earlier that day.

“The hottest couple ever is back!” She squealed, making you and John blush and earning an eye roll from the latter.

That night John didn’t leave your side not even for a minute and you did the same: his fingers kept brushing against yours, even when he wasn’t clearly holding your hand. Nothing too overwhelming as it wasn’t your style but he knew you needed to feel that he was there and would have been there for years on end.

Once you arrived at the cool, renowned restaurant he guided you in gently pressing his hand on your lower back until he took his seat right by your side.

You friend always kept an eye on you, smiling so widely at how in love you two clearly were. Sharing giggles, the look of love never leaving your eyes not even when John cracked one of his bad jokes.

You were in awe of each other and she succeeded in taking the cutest picture of you two sitting at the table: lost in each other’s eyes, clearly laughing about something, as John’s head rested against your shoulder, the tips of your noses almost touching. She posted the photo on instagram, on her close friends’ stories, knowing how private you were, writing “I wish you could see it from my eyes ❤️”

“Did I ever tell you you have beautiful eyes?” You whispered close to his lips.

“Yeah, a couple of times”

“Nope, I’m sure I did it more than three times”

John giggled and you shushed him by pressing your mouth to his, in a sweet peck.

Thinking about what Rúben said back in the morning, alluding to a possible pregnancy of yours, John placed his hand over your belly as you looked at him interrogatively.

“John?”

“Mhh?”

“You love me even though my boobs are almost a size zero, my booty is too big and I’m not like those girls at the beach?” You felt the need to ask him that as your gaze fell on a couple of girls similar to those you saw yesterday at the beach entering the restaurant.

You were fully aware you were the most distant thing ever compared to them, like the Sun and the Moon but the comparison was somehow unavoidable as they were the standard a woman should aim to, according to society: impossible beauty.

John narrowed his eyes and bit on his lower lip.

“All of this because of some girls at the beach?” He asked, recalling the encounter with those two ladies that happened yesterday morning.

You rolled your eyes. “You know I feel self conscious most of the time and I’m the complete opposite of those girls you as footballers usually like to go with”

“You could have joined them and meet me in the bedroom”

“Stones!” You hit his arm, making him laugh and whine because of the pain your slap just provoked him. “Don’t make fun of me…I was thinking about doing some lip filler”

“Yeah you could inject some in your boobs too or maybe they’ll get bigger with pregnancy”

“With what???”

John blurted out his eyes and looked at Rúben, who hid behind his girlfriend’s back to laugh out loud.

“Erm well Rubs said you could be -”

“Pregnant?? On what basis should I be pregnant??”

“I don’t know! I just made a guess trying to understand why you were angry this morning”

“You would have the prettiest babies! They would literally be like real life angels!” Your friend cooed with the dreamiest voice, already thinking about some blonde, blue-eyed nieces or nephews for her to cuddle and spoil.

“Okay, enough baby talk for tonight!” You said, raising your voice and looking kind of flustered. Your other half's skin assumed the same red tint as yours did but a little smirk was placed on his lips.

“What if we go and try for a baby?” He asked nonchalantly, running his finger over the hem of your dress.

“Is it a nice way to ask for sex?”

He huffed and got closer to your face, brushing his lips against yours.

“Well, the only way to have them is by having sex so the answer is yes, I guess”

You smiled and threw your arms around his neck, pressing a peck on his upper lip.

“That’s the right answer! You don’t just have a great body but you also have a great mind, Stones”

“You like it?”

“I love it. I love everything about you” You whispered a few inches away from his mouth as your sight was fixed on it. God his lips were so kissable you couldn’t resist the urge to taste them again and again.

“Okay guys, I’m happy you made it up but get a room please” Rúben snorted, making your friend giggle.

“That’s what we’ll do cause she has to tell me all the things she loves about me and I guess that’s a long list” The City man said, getting up from his spot and taking you with him by holding your hand.

“Don’t flatter yourself, Stonesy” You chuckled, blushing even more evident now.

John stopped in his tracks to wrap his arm around your waist and get close to your ear, to whisper something only you could hear.

“You’re right, you’ll do it yourself later on”

Nobody heard what he said but the expression on your face made it guessable.

“We can’t wait to become uncle and auntie!” Your best friend shouted, winking at you and waving you goodbye.

Rúben propped himself on his elbow and looked at his girlfriend sat next to him.

“So…how about we go and find out how to make babies too?”

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Finally I can give you the English version of the story, I still don't have the first chapter buy you can read introduction to see if you like it, enjoy it !!

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REQUESTS ARE OPEN!!

So my Christmas series turned into one single Christmas post :/ I’m so sorry my loves, I think I just have to admit that consistency is not my thing!! However, normal, non Christmas requests are back open, and I’ll get round to writing them… eventually❤️‍🔥

Ps. All the normal requests sitting in my inbox still stand… they’re just on my list :)

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Masterlist❤️‍🔥

Mason Mount:

We’ll be Alright

We’ll be Alright pt.1

We’ll be Alright pt.2

We’ll be Alright pt.3

We’ll be Alright pt.4

Bad day means pottery date

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A sip, and you score

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John Stones Requests Masterlist

🤍 𝖧𝖾𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾! 𝖧𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗌 𝖨 𝗐𝗋𝗈𝗍𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖩𝗈𝗁𝗇! 🤍

“My Baby” (dad!John) (FLUFF)

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