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imagine if the avengers had actually discussed the plan for more than an hour, and found out from nebula that you have to sacrifice what you love most to get the soul stone (basically a soul for a soul), and steve volunteered himself for the mission. face to face with the red skull, he’s asked if he’s willing to make the sacrifice, to lose what’s important to him. steve replies, “go ahead and try. i’ve already lost everything else.” after its done, steve just laughs and says, “that’s all?”

& steve makes it back alive with the stone. he makes it back to the avengers compound. they don’t recognize him at first, but once they see past the change in structure and size, its obvious. they ask what happened, and he replies “a soul for a soul”. he gave up captain america, let him go once and for all, and that was enough.  

marcus getting touchy in front of jess

and he’s pulling you into him as you’re stood cooking, Jesse sat on a kitchen stool scrolling through his phone, and he’s holding your hips close to him, one hand roaming up and down and mouth next to your ear. And you’re giggling slightly, swatting his hands with a spoon and telling him ‘talk to Jesse, I’m busy.’ And he’s spinning you around, spoon dropping into a pan and hugging you tight, head into your neck.

‘You do remember I’m here, right?’

I don’t think this in The questions but why is Newcastle your team? Like for example my team is Liverpool because Stevie Gerard won my heart many years ago x

Hi anon!

I never really liked football as a kid I’m gonna he honest. My family wasn’t very into sports much. But I went out with a Newcastle fan, went to every home match whilst I was with him (which was a year so like one season of matches) and he constantly talked about it and now even though I’m no longer with him I got too obsessed and immersed to let go. So yeah that’s why I support Newcastle. I’m not actually originally from Newcastle I’m from around it so I never had the football culture that exists in Newcastle, hence my not supporting them in the first place

tfw you’re bisexual and admiring pretty girls but then you remember you’re also attracted to men and you’re like “that’s cool too” because men are fine as hell and there’s nothing wrong with your attraction to them

Basically I’m Gay

can we please get John eating you out... especially with that stubble 😍😍

that stubble my god

and he’s kissing up your thighs, nearing where you want him, stubble scratching at your skin as you lace your fingers through his hair, trying to pull him to the place he’s needed. And he’s smirking against your skin as his blue eyes connect straight with yours, head immediately dipping, licking and sucking on your clit, and you’re moaning, head thrown back in pleasure.

Unlucky.

22 Questions (or 20)

Answer 22 questions, tag 22 people. Thank you so much @winksy8 for tagging me!

Nicknames: don’t have any

Height: 5’2 or 1.58m (I’m short)

Last movie I saw: I can’t even remember. Probably something recommended to me on Netflix but I have a terrible memory

Last thing I googled: ‘marxisim and stalin’ because I read a thing

Favourite musician: I don’t really have one tbh. I just like individual songs. Tom Odell maybe? I don’t know

Song stuck in my head: Congratulations that pewdiepie, roomie and boyinaband song don’t judge

Other blogs?: well I had about 6 originally but accidentally deleted the entire account so no

Following: 54

Followers: 63 (which is insane because I’ve had this blog for just a few days)

Amount of asks: that I get generally? I get a few a day about writing prompts but that aren’t that I’ve only ever had one. Currently I have 3

Lucky numbers: I don’t really believe in luck or anything so I don’t have one

What are you wearing?: leggings and a big t shirt

Dream job: theoretical physicist

Dream trip: not sure. I want to visit Israel. And then apart from that it’s less about the country and more about visiting places within it. I don’t really have a dream trip though

Favourite food: red grapes

Instruments: I can play the flute at grade 7. I can play the violin, clarinet and guitar badly. And the piano averagely

Languages: English. I have a gcse in french but can’t speak it. I want to learn Italian (I know some basics) and Hebrew (I know some basics). I like languages I’m just not committed enough to learn them

Favourite song: like with favourite musician, I don’t really have one. It changes. I tend to get obsessed with a song and listen to only that song for a week before getting sick of it and finding a new one

Random fact: mangoes originated in Southern Asia

Aesthetic: being a failure

I’d tag people but I’d feel annoying even though personally I love being tagged in things, so I tag everyone who wants to do it

It’s not even game time yet but my favourite city friendships are on full show.

But John and Kyle have been caught having an argument it seems 😂

more smutty stonesy please !! Your amazing love x

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

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