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hello! thank you for following my account and liking and reblogging my things! before i post anything else i am going to be moving my account over to https://www.tumblr.com/blog/view/pitifulbaby to make things easier, thank you all!

[pitifulidiot]

Time

Steve Rogers x Reader

Word Count // 1547

Warnings? Fluff!

wow, another writing piece? wild! anyways, i hope you enjoy this! thank you for taking the time and reading this.

The stove clock was a bright red, it was the only thing illuminating the kitchen. 2:06 AM, it read. Causing you to huff as it mocked you, squinting your eyes once you flicked on the lights all too quick, nearly stumbling once the lights blinded you. Sleep was having a hard time greeting you tonight, you had tossed and turned for nearly three hours and you just gave up. You didn’t want to disturb Steve any more than you might already have.

Ever since Thanos was defeated everything seemed to slowly settle down. Steve had decided to put down the shield and hand it over to Sam. Steve wanted to feel a little normal, he still would go and help if ever needed with some very simple things like helping lift something heavy. But, thankfully he hasn’t been called in to help with anything extreme and hopefully it wont happen, because well, Steve needed a break. He still got up each morning for his run, and each morning before he went he would kiss your cheek and you would respond with something smart. “Don’t work out too hard old man.” Or “if you break a hip just call me and I will pick you up.” Which usually earned you a playful smack to your bottom and the sound of Steve’s laugh which caused your heart to swell.

Steve still kept in contact with the avengers of course, Tony liked to hold family dinners out at his cabin three times a month and it was always nice to see Steve catch up and mingle with everyone and talk about anything and everything that had happened in the short or long amount of time since they had all gathered together.

But now wasn’t the time to reminisce on things, checking the clock once more you noticed that it was now 2:27. Of course you got distracted for the past twenty one minutes, letting out a tired laugh as you made your way further into the kitchen, opening up the fridge and shifting your eyes over the contents. You were exhausted, but strangely not tired enough to fall asleep.

You let out a groan once searching through the fridge and not finding anything that seemed appealing enough, the only thing it seemed to give you was the chills from how cold the fridge was. Being tired just made it easier to be cold. Shutting the fridge softly you soon made your way to the pantry, hoping and praying to find something that was appealing enough to consume.

Moving around a few cereal boxes before once again letting out a groan, there was nothing.. well, there was food but nothing that was good enough in this moment to cure your boredom. You closed the pantry door and turned around before gasping in surprise at the sight of Steve leaning against the kitchen entrance archway, his sleep pants low on his hips and arms crossed over his white tank top and a sleepy smile pulled on his lips.

“You scared me!” You soon mumbled out, one hand grasping your chest while the other hand was still resting on the now closed pantry door letting out a shaky breath as you tried to calm your racing heart. His smile seemed to only widen softly at that, shaking his head at you as he crossed the kitchen over to you, resting his hands on your hips and pulling your smaller frame against his. “Why are you up?” his voice was raspy, sleep still thick in his voice as he questions you, his hands rubbing soft circles against your hips through the shirt you wore- which of course was his. Sighing, you let your head lean forward and rest against his chest. “I just couldn’t fall asleep.” You had mumbled out once more, words muffled against his cotton shirt. As you spoke his left hand moved from your hip to rest against the back of your head, running his fingers through your hair that was still tangled from the tossing and turning you did nearly a half an hour prior to right now.

“Why didn’t you wake me up then? I could’ve kept you company, honey.” Steve said softly, gently rocking you both side to side. You pull away from his chest after a few moments, his hand moving to push some of your hair out of your face which caused a giddy smile to pull at the corners of your mouth. No matter how long you two have been dating you will always feel like a teenager in their first relationship, heart fluttering and the urge to squeal ever present.

“You need the sleep old man, I couldn’t wake you up!” You replied, your smile bright and playful, having to hold back laughter at the shocked face he makes at you. “That was uncalled for, you little minx.” He said with a growl, leaning down and rubbing his beard against the side of your neck and face, causing you to squeal and start to lean back with laughter. His hands held your hips to him so you wouldn’t fall back and to keep you in place. Your hands grasped onto the side of his face as you tried to push him off, but this man was too strong for you to do so.

“Steven Grant Rogers!” His laughter only intensified at your words, starting to pepper kisses across your neck and down to your collar bones and over your shoulder blades as your shirt slipped over said shoulder. Once he was satisfied with the amount of kisses he hummed quietly, pulling away to look into your eyes. After since he retired he seemed lighter and more happy, a weight was lifted off his shoulders. Steve struggled with things like everyone else did, but because he was a superhero, people didn’t realize that he was like us- just a little bit stronger physically. He loved being an avenger, but it was time to let go and start the rest of his life. Steve always wanted to grow old with someone, have a couple kids and live in one of those cozy family homes with a white picket fence, have a dog and maybe a cat too. And now that it was just you and him that could start happening, I mean you two already had the house.

His smile was a content one as he looked at you, “Lets go dance in the living room.” He soon said, taking a few steps back before gently grasping onto your smaller hand, pulling you into the dark living room. He switched the kitchen light off, you two having to stumble a few feet into the dark living room, the only sounds were the both of yours quiet laughter and the padding of feet. Finally he managed to switch the lamp light on, “Are we gonna dance to music or-“ He soon cut you off, putting his hand up to silence you with a playful shake of his head. “I am old, im getting to the music, one step at a time.” He said as he made his way to the vintage record player that stood in the corner of your cozy living room. He placed the record in, dropping the needle. Soon soft music drifted through the room. A smile never left his face, making his way to you, presenting his hand and bending down ever so slightly.

You placed your hand in his, taking a step closer to him as he did so as well. You let your right hand rest on top of his left one, his right hand resting on your waist and your left hand resting on his right shoulder. Soon the two of you started to sway back and forth, he kept his eyes trained on you as you stared up at him. The both of you had sweet- yet tired smiles.

“I love you.” Steve soon mumbled out after a few moments of swaying, you hummed after he spoke, leaning your cheek against his chest. “I love you too, I am sorry for waking you up.” Once again his hand started to rub circles into your hip. “Don’t be sorry, darling. Nothing to be sorry for at all. I would rather be awake with you than sleeping alone.” You let your eyes fall shut, inhaling deeply before exhaling softly. He dipped his head down and pressed a kiss to the top of your head, letting out a chuckle once he noticed you yawn.

He pulled around for the second time tonight, this time over to the couch, you of course followed him willingly. You would follow him anywhere. He sat down onto the sofa, pulling you onto his lap as he laid back down and letting you rest lay on his frame. He pulled a blanket over you two before reaching his arm back and pulling the string on the lamp, letting darkness embrace you both. “Try and sleep, okay?” His voice was quiet and seemed far away as you had started to fall asleep rather quickly, tiredness finally catching up to you. Steve let his blue eyes drift to the clock by the TV, it read 3:04 AM. Soon he fell asleep as well, the record player still playing quietly.

[pitifulidiot]

leedle

words of wisdom <3

[youlightmeupfinn-deactivated202]

Things The Avengers Are NOT Allowed To Do - part one

a/n: hey guys!! my best friend (@hazydespair / @pitifulidiot) and I have teamed up together to bring you Things The Avengers Are Not Allowed To Do. We write these for our own entertainment and hope that you find some hilarity in them, too. Please follow Hazy’s account, as the second part will be published on her Tumblr! Thanks everyone! Enjoy!

• • • •

The Avengers Initiative states,

Upon becoming an Avenger, each party shall read over these guidelines and sign their name, stating that they hereby agree to the terms and conditions of the DO NOT's of being an Avenger. Shall a party break any of these rules, punishment is certain.

1. Bucky and Sam are not allowed to bully Peter while on missions, any other time is free game

2. No calling Bruce Shrek

3. No calling Loki Elsa

4. Scott and Phil are not allowed to sit and gush over Steve Rogers

5. Tony isn’t allowed to draw fake mustaches on Fury's photos

6. You can’t send T’Challa cat toys

7. Don’t ask Fury how many fingers you are putting up

8. Thor isn’t allowed to put his hammer in front of anyone's door

9. No cosplaying each other

10. Thor isn’t allowed to put his hammer in the elevator

11. No using Steves shield as a turtle shell

12. No putting Bucky and Sam in the get along shirt

13. Don’t ask Bucky for a hand

14. Helping Steve cross the road is not helping the elderly

15. Don’t ask Thor how high he can count

16. Don’t steal Peter’s lunch money

17. Don’t let Bucky use Steve's shield as a sled

18. Bucky and Bruce aren’t allowed to listen to heavy metal

19. No telling Thor that Jane dumped him, it makes him ‘salty’

20. Please don’t show up at Peter Parker's place of work or school

21. Don’t call Natasha momma spider and Peter baby spider

22. No more calling Tony, Tony Stank

23. Scott isn’t allowed to have insect fights with Peter

24. No asking Vision how his vision is

25. Stop asking Nick what is in his wallet

26. Don’t put a metal detector against Bucky's arm

27. Sam and Clint aren’t allowed to make bird noises at each other

28. Please stop putting googly eyes on pictures of Nick Fury

29. Please don’t take Thor to Halloween horror nights

30. Tony isn’t allowed to move the furniture slightly to the left so Pietro will run into it

[youlightmeupfinn-deactivated202]

Olivia - Tom Hiddleston x Reader AU

request: Loki AU! Loki is a director for a popular theatre company and you decide to audition, do you get the lead? Are there some typical theatre people who think they will get the lead who are mean? Does Loki fall for you? Do you and everyone else fall for him? Ily shawty. Regarding my last message, either Loki AU or Tom AU whichever you feel fits the best ❤️ @hazydespair

a/n: BESTIE, I LOVE YOU. i hope you love it too. as i'm sitting in front of you, watching you read this. thank you for being my bestie. i may have some things messed up, as i don't truly understand your art of performing, but i really hope you like it. ily too shawtyyy

word count: 1,674

pairing: Tom Hiddleston!Director x Reader

Anxiety. That’s what continued to bubble within you, begging for dominance. You kept going over your lines continuously, a tension headache forming at the front of your brain. Pinching the bridge of your nose, you inhaled deeply, trying your best to remain calm in this situation.

It’s not like you were about to go up and audition in front of one of the world’s greatest theatre directors. You had gone through so much in order to get to this very moment and you just wanted it to go perfect. Not to mention, the director himself happened to be the hottest man you had ever laid eyes on. Pictures surely did not do this man justice. Although you hadn’t quite seen him in person yet, you would within the next few minutes.

The show you were auditioning for if receiving a part, would be the biggest production you had ever been showcased in. You had gotten lead roles before, you were ensemble in some shows, extras in others. You adored and had an absolute passion for the life of the theatre, having done it since you were a little girl.

It was your dream to perform in a production directed by none other than Tom Hiddleston himself. The man had it all. He could sing, he could dance, his acting skills were brilliant. You only hoped you could be as successful as he one day in the acting business. He had the skills, the brains, and the breathtaking good looks which made him the perfect person to mold and shape the theatre company. You only wanted to impress him, but isn’t that why everyone else was here today, too?

You watched as female after female approached the stage. Their singing skills were incredible and you finally offered yourself a glance of the astonishing director. Seated with a few others, he had a book in his hand to which you knew he was taking notes on each person. Every girl that appeared onstage was going for the lead role of Olivia Jones, a bright-eyed, bubbly girl whose world is suddenly transformed when she meets the likes of Henry Middleton who introduces her to life in royalty, a dashing king looking for his personal queen. The actress who received Olivia's role needed to have the abilities of dance and song, to which you had worked so hard to improve.

You watched as a blonde girl proceeded to the stage, script in hand. You gazed down at yours and sighed.

“He is a literal dream.” You heard the blonde squeal. “I have the part.” She tossed her hair behind her shoulders and made a point to brush shoulders with you as she walked sassily away. Before you knew it, your name was called. Gearing up, you inhaled deeply and walked from behind the curtain, onto the massive stage.

And there he sat in all of his glory. Tom Hiddleston, script in hand, looked up at you and for a moment, his crystal eyes seemed as if they knew you. Your heart jumped into your throat as his voice sounded within the theatre, echoing, sounding as beautiful as ever.

“Good evening, darling,” He smiled formally. “What’s your name?”

You stammered but pulled yourself together.

“(Y/N) (Y/L/N).” You smiled. “It’s an honor to stand before you, Mr. Hiddleston.”

“Please,” Tom grinned. “Call me Tom. You’re auditioning for the role of Olivia, correct?” He glanced down at his stack of papers.

“I certainly am.” You smiled.

Tom smiled at you. He looked down and suddenly picked up a paper, scooting himself away from the table.

“I haven’t done this yet today, but I feel this is necessary, (Y/N).” Tom made his way over to the stage, climbing the stairs. Your heart quickened and jumped back into your throat as he approached. He hadn’t even crossed the length of the stage before he cologne entered your air passages. You inhaled, his scent breathtaking, nearly making you fall over.

“There’s a certain scene between Olivia and Henry that I’d personally like to perform with you.” He looked at you. “As long as you’re okay with that?” You finally noticed his accent. You adored British accents and Tom’s was thick, luscious, and rang dearly through your ears.

But then you realized. Tom Hiddleston wanted to perform a scene with you. You remembered he hadn’t once stood up from his seat today and did this with any of the other women auditioning for Olivia. Tom instructed you to turn to a certain page of the script. You had nearly memorized Olvia’s lines and the scene that Tom had chosen was the scene where Henry and Olivia are in the rose garden, where he professes his undying love to her, promising to cherish her for all the days of his life… and there was a kiss scene.

“This is my absolute favorite scene. I’m a hopeless romantic. Are you okay with this?” Tom was certainly the most genuine person. He wanted to make sure you were comfortable with everything before initiating.

You both cleared your throats, Tom beginning.

“Olivia, I know this life isn’t what you’re used to. But from the moment I met you, I knew I could never let you go.” Tom acted as Henry, putting his every effort into the lines. You were already enthralled, but you kept yourself composed, ready to give it your best.

“Royalty is not for me, Henry! This is your life. I so desperately want to be a part of your life… but how can I manage as queen? With the resignation of the crown, it’s all just moving so fast. I can hardly think!” You acted, putting your emotions into your lines. You gazed into Tom’s eyes and he stared at you, his blue orbs softening.

He walked closer to you and your heart thudded.

“Olivia Jones, I swear on my life that I will protect you. I cannot imagine my life without you in it.” Tom made it a point to gaze deeply into your eyes, his hand carefully reaching out to intertwine with yours. The distance between you two was quickly closing. “You are the love of my life. I will not enact as king if you are not my queen.”

He reached out and pushed a strand of hair behind your ear. You already had the line memorized.

“Henry,” You gasped, reaching out to rest your hand on Tom’s chest. It felt like second nature. “Are you sure I can do this?” You whispered, tilting your head down, eroding the sadness that Olivia feels, the fear she’s experiencing.

“My love,” Tom whispered, placing a hand underneath your chin, carefully tilting your head upward to meet his gaze. You found yourself lost in his eyes. “I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.” With that, your lips were centimeters apart. Tom gently brushed his lips against yours and you felt yourself begin to shake, but you quickly controlled it.

You kissed him back and absentmindedly, you felt Tom’s opposite hand with the script lower onto your back, pulling you a bit closer.

As you two pulled away with foreheads resting against the other’s, he cleared his throat.

“(Y/N),” He looked at you. “That was beyond perfect. I felt every emotion you experienced as Olivia.”

He quickly strutted off the stage and resigned to his seat. He asked if you could perform one of the songs that Olivia sings towards the end, to which you obliged. Tom was completely infatuated with you. He was astonished by your abilities and by the time the audition was over, he had given you a standing ovation along with the other members of the company.

“Perfect, (Y/N). I’ll have a decision made today. Please, stick around.”

And as you smiled and graciously thanked him, you exited behind the curtain, only to have the blonde woman approach you with fury-filled eyes.

“I cannot believe you did that!” She cried. “You’ll never see the day Tom Hiddleston casts you at Olivia. Suck up.” She snarled, walking past, ensuring to hit your shoulder yet again. You grumbled, shaking your head as you took your seat.

After an hour, you were all called to the stage. Tom was in charge of announcing the casting and he stood in front of everyone, but his eyes lingered on you, a smile spreading across his face.

He announced the smaller roles first, the extras, ensemble, and others. The lead was between you, the blonde, and two other women, while there were no men present for when he called the name for Henry.

“For the role of Olivia Jones,” He looked at all four of you intently. “(Y/N) (Y/L/N), I have chosen you.” Your eyes widened, tears brimming at the corners of your eyes. You wanted to scream and you could feel the blonde stare at you with a death glare. “Ladies, I apologize you didn’t receive a role. You all did exceptionally well. I thank you for your time.” Tom smiled at each of them.

“As for the role of Henry,” He laughed. “That was a surprise for today. I have cast myself for Henry.”

You wanted to scream even louder. You would be working with Tom Hiddleston for the entirety of this production, kiss him again, perform alongside him? It was your dream come true.

As everyone began to exit the building, you heard that familiar accent call your name.

“(Y/N), wait up!” Tom ran towards you. You smiled and gazed up at him.

“Tom,” You grinned. “Thank you so much. I cannot believe this.” You laughed.

Tom smiled at you.

“Love, you fit the role perfectly. I cannot wait to see what you do… but I also wanted to know,” He put his hands into his pockets and shifted his feet. “Would you want to possibly grab dinner with me… tonight?”

Your mouth fell open and you hurried to close it.

“As in a-” - Tom chuckled, nodding.

“A date, yes.”

You quickly smiled at him.

“I would absolutely love to.” You giggled.

[marveldaily]

Chris Evans in Avengers: Infinity War (2018)

[thewintersoldier]

Elizabeth Olsen as Wanda Maximoff WANDAVISION (2021) • 1.04 “We Interrupt This Program”

[pitifulidiot]

Auditions | Peter Parker

Peter Parker x reader

word count | 1370

warnings | none

uhhh hey y’all, I don’t really write a lot and I haven’t written for marvel in quite a long time so I don’t fully know what this is, but I hope whoever reads this will like it!

Auditions were a strange thing if you think about it, standing in front of strangers, reading from a piece of paper and pretending to be someone else. Waiting for their feedback as they sit and judge your performance, picking you apart and telling you what to do differently, ‘try it with a Russian accent’ ‘play it like you don’t know him’ ‘stand like you are an old person.’ Needless to say, auditions were more often than not, a strange- sometimes anxiety inducing, thing to do. But, it was what you enjoyed.. well, not the audition part but the out come of it all. Being in a show, either a play or musical, it was what you enjoyed dearly. A soft sigh that soon turned into a yawn fell from your lips as you threw your bag onto the twin sized bed that was pushed against the far corner of your room, it had been a long day of auditioning- which consisted of a dance call, reading sides and singing.

Shrugging off you soon plopped next to your bag, running your hand down your face with a deep exhale. You soon started to dissociate, staring off at the wall. During this your phone started buzzing in your bag, but it had been on silence ever since you were at auditions. Time passed quickly as you continued to stare off into space, head empty.

Soon enough you were snapped out of it by a knocking on your window, blinking rapidly in confusion before everything came back to you. There was only one person who could be on your fire escape window. A smile slowly crept up onto your face as you bolted up from the bed, dashing to the window and pulling back the curtains. Crouched down in a sweater and khaki pants was nonother than Peter Parker, smiling sweetly at you, his backpack thrown over his shoulder. Quickly you open up the window, letting out a quiet grunt at the old latches getting stuck, which caused Peter to let out a small laugh and helping you lift the aged window once it was open enough to put his hands through. Once it was fully opened you two stayed there, both leaning against the window with big, cheesy smiles on either of your faces. After a few moments of silence Peter broke the quiet, uttering your name before greeting you.

“Hi,” you replied through a giggle, taking a step back so he could come into your room. Your parents weren’t home for the rest of the weekend so you had the apartment to yourself. “How was your audition?” Peter asked you once he was inside your room, placing his bag onto your chair. With a sigh you- for the second time today, flopped back onto your bed. “It was okay I think..” you mumbled out, hands pulling at the bottom of your shirt as Peter came and laid down beside you after he moved your bag next to his. “You think? Elaborate please.” He said quietly, shifting so he could lay on his stomach next to you, his head resting on his hand as he looked at you. You turned your head to face him, his other hand reaching out to hold one of yours. Once more you sighed, playfully rolling your eyes at him which caused him to pinch your hand gently. “Hey! I am just trying to be a good boyfriend because I can tell something is upsetting you. Mostly because I was texting and calling you for five minutes and you didn’t respond right away like you usually do.” His words made your heart flutter at that, he really did know you and know when things were upsetting you. Shyly you smiled as your face becomes flushed, “You are a good boyfriend and, I don’t know, I just feel like I didn’t do my best this time.” You started to mumble, shrugging your shoulders as you shifted your gaze to the ceiling as you continued. “During the dance call I kept falling out of the turns and my voice cracked when I sang one of the audition songs, I think I did okay at the acting portion when we had to read from the script, but who knows what they thought.”

Peter listened to you intently, his thumb rubbing gently circles on the back of your hand as you ranted out, his eyes studying your face as he took in your words. “Well, you know these directors, this isn’t your first show with them. And I am sure everyone in the theatre world as their off days.” His voice was soft as he spoke to you, before meeting you Peter knew nothing about musicals or plays or anything of the sorts. He never got into any of it and he was just confused at the thought of these random bunch of people in these musicals randomly bursting out into song and dance and knowing every step and word as everyone else. He hasn’t seen a broadway play in person even though he lives in New York City, he has seen one or two things at his school which was mandatory for a grade. But the entire time he was just confused. But the moment he met you and saw how much passion and love you had for the art form he started to see it in a different light. Its not like he hated it in the first place, no he respected it because it was something he couldn’t ever do. He had two left feet, couldn’t hold a pitch and cant act for the life of him. But you love it so much so he has started to love it as well- he would never do one! Oh goodness no, but he enjoys watching you in them, likes to help you practice lines and watch you dance. You have even caught him mumbling some of the songs to a few musicals you had made him watch online. It was heart warming to see him like something you held so dearly to your heart.

You took in his words with a slow nod, he was right. You have done things in the past with this theatre company, play roles ranging from the lead to ensemble and occasionally helping with the tech aspect of things. You were a hard worker and loved what you did and it never went unnoticed to anyone around you. With slanted eyes you turned your head back to him, “Who let  you be right?” you said playfully, nose scrunching up in fake disgust which caused him to laugh, pinching your nose slightly and gently shaking your head from side to side jokingly. “C’mon! I am only right because it is the truth. You can’t beat yourself up over this.” His hand moved from pinching your nose to gently caressing the side of your face, causing you to melt into his touch. “Are you right because it’s the truth or do you have the peter tingle for this?” you had soon broken the sweet moment as you wiggled your eyebrows, causing Peter to groan and flop onto his back, arm going over his eyes.

“I am never letting you and May hang out together alone anymore if you two are just gonna bully me!” He cried out, causing you to laugh and sit up, placing your hand on his arm and moving it before leaning over him and pressing a kiss to his lips, smiling gently against him before pulling away. “Thank you Peter, I would be sitting here all sadly and staring at the wall if it weren’t for you.” 

“I figured that’s why you didn’t pick up the phone right away.”

“Hey!” You chimed, brows scrunching in with a fake gasp as he sits up with a smug look on his face, putting some of your hair behind your ear that had fallen out of place. “Don’t hey me you know- once again I am right. Now, how about we swing down to Delmar’s and get some sandwiches and we can watch some bad tv and you can tell me how bad the acting is.”

Peter Parker really knew the way to your heart.

[headboyweasley]

to my beloved // h.p

pairing : harry potter x reader

summary : when harry learns you’ve gone missing, he hits rock bottom. no one can reach out to him until a peculiar letter ends up in his possession. 

warnings : ANGST (happy ending???), swearing, post-war, alcohol/implied alcohol abuse, violence (against inanimate objects), missing person/presumed dead, mentions of food

word count : 1.3k

author’s note : hi!! this is my very first fic posted on tumblr, so i hope you enjoy. i’m actually really proud of this one, as it was inspired by my favorite song “play this when i’m gone” by machine gun kelly. also, thank you for the support on my masterlist! it means the literal world. also my favorite writers followed me and i am freaking out. sorry for the this long note,,, i tend to ramble. enjoy!

( disclaimer : gif is not mine! )

It had been months since the war had ended. While the wizarding world was still healing, the future for it had become hopeful. The threat of war had hung over the heads of the community, so once it had been taken away, everything was reborn. Bustling crowds and children’s laughter had filled Diagon Alley once more; the boarded up shops had now opened up, gleaming with pride. Many felt grateful for this new age.

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[ben-lyintous]

‘I’M JUST A KID AND LIFE IS A NIGHTMARE’ i scream at the age of 23 as i’m forced to make adult phonecalls

[lilcowgirl7-deactivated20210223]

Do you think soulmates are real?

Yes…….. and it’s not the bitch who’s hurting you

[babbushka]

i can’t believe Harry Potter dies in TROS smh

Jk rowling is at it again

[somedayholland36]

Hemsworth... i don’t think so

[pitifulidiot]

me, fixing my birthdate on my twitter account so it says my real age which is 18.

twitter: oh! you are not over 13! account suspended uwu.

me:

m e :

[pitifulidiot]

Okay so I haven’t written anything in maybe a year? So this is probably trash, so sorry in advance! But I’ve been wanting to write again and this kinda just fumbled out. This could be read as anyone honestly, I just envisioned one of adam drivers characters. enjoy!

warnings: f l u f f, also super short.

Oh, Ms Believer,

My pretty sleeper

His soft eyes watched as you slept, your chest rising and falling steadily. He felt calm at this moment, he wasn’t normally a calm person. His life was crazy, full of yelling and cursing. But that might have just only been him.

He reached over and ran his hand across your back, you shifting slightly and letting out a mumbled noise. You had curled closer to him, your arm shifting to rest over his lap as he was sat up, his back pressed against the dark wood headboard. A small smile had crept up onto his face. It was a smile that was rarely shown, only to you and perhaps a few others in the past.

Leaning down he pressed kisses against your cheek, trailing down your neck and onto your shoulders. The movement had caused you to wake up, once realizing what he was doing a small, sleepy laugh had slipped past your lips. reaching your hands up and tousling his dark hair. the action had caused his smile to widen, a deep chuckle coming from him. your eyes stared up into his, his hand coming and resting on your cheek, his thumb gently caressing your soft skin. no words were shared, nothing needed to be said at this moment.

slowly he shifted to be laying down, pulling you against his frame as you let your eyes flutter shut, letting sleep embrace you once more.

[pitifulidiot]

Oh my gosh 108 notes on my first writing piece I’m gonna cry!

[babbushka]

Pale celebrating Christmas and you celebrating Hanukkah and just intruding traditions to each other! 🥺

Please enjoy these headcanons!

Personally, I think that Pale is way more interested in learning about Hanukkah than he is about wanting to teach you about celebrating Christmas. 

Christmas is like, inescapable, you already know all the traditions. 

Plus, Christmas is something he associates with his awful wife and ungrateful kids, you know? But Hanukkah is entirely new to him, and he’s eager to form new memories and traditions that he doesn’t share with anyone else. 

So he asks a million questions – what do we eat? What do we wear? What do we do? And you tell him, answer everything he wants to know, to the best of your ability anyway. 

He’s excited to cook dinner with you, he’s never made anything like it before, and it’s been a very long time since he didn’t know what he was doing. It’s incredibly endearing how much he wants to try, to learn, even if it is in that overly-stubborn-and-extremely-grouchy way of his. 

He doesn’t get the concept of 8 small gifts, and buys you 8 ridiculously expensive gifts that leave you blushing because they’re all sentimental somehow. And when you give him gifts in return, he’s more grateful than he ever would be at Christmas, because he knows you thought long and hard about what to get him, unlike his family who doesn’t even do so much as sign a hallmark card. 

He becomes obsessed with latkes, much to your amusement, and eats way too many of them; kisses gelt off your lips after losing at dreidel three times in a row (”are you fuckin’ sure these thing’s ain’t loaded? You ain’t cheatin’ or nothing? Shit.”).

At night, he shuts his damn mouth for once while you light the candles, not wanting to overstep or interfere with the prayers, with the tradition of it all. He knows this is something special to you, and he bites his tongue – at least until you turn to him with a smile. 

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