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[irisinluv]

Isekaied as the Yandere Villain!? Pt 2

Part one

It was almost 2 minutes before I realized I was still dragging the crown prince behind me. I quickly dropped his hand and looked at him, not able to hide the embarrassment on my face. Listen- I’m committed to the bit. I WILL be the crazy jealous fiancé. But… I’m still human ok. I just dragged a full grown man down several halls and a flight of stairs while I spaced out thinking about how I’m gonna buy my cat premium wet food once I get back home to her.

It’s fine, I’m not flustered at spacing out about my cat, my characters just flustered because she’s been holding the hand of the man she’s obsessed with, that’s all!

“Well…. Did you still want to dine and take that walk?”

I expected him to scold me for my mistreatment of Cressida, grow irritated from me dragging him along like this. Instead, he chuckles and threads his arm in mine, and begins escorting me down the hall.

“Absolutely, have you dined outside by the roses yet? There’s this lovely pavilion that I am eager to hear your thoughts on.”

And that’s how I found myself under an impressive array of roses, all trained up and around a cozy dining area, creating a canopy of green and pink over an intimate tea table. The food was equally impressive, I had to keep reminding myself that the other me is used to this lavish lifestyle, to not gawk at the fancy tiny sandwiches and deserts.

“Well? Is everything to your liking? ”

I’m going off script here, how am I supposed to know how the villainess would react to a romantic scene like this?? If my “evil crazy” side isn’t supposed to be directed at him, and she’s usually kinda distant and unsure around him…. That means I should probably respond pretty curtly, polite, yet not really engaging. But…. I’ve already messed that up…. I guess I can be more genuine when it’s the two of us like this. He can think that this version of me is the facade, that I’m pretending to be pleasant, and then will start to see what a jerk “I” truly am when Cressida’s around. Besides…. I almost feel bad for the villainess. She really just seems like she was shy. Who knows- maybe, if given the opportunity, she really would have opened up more. It’s clear she loved the prince, and just didn’t know how to show it. So, with that thought, I made up my mind.

“It’s breathtaking! Roses are my favorite flower, and I’ve never seen so many kinds in bloom at once…. Plus the food and company leave little to be desired.”

There you go- slip in some subtle flirting! I’m not quite sure what time period this is supposed to be, but I get the impression flirting as bit more high class here, and I think I can have some fun with that.

“I’m glad, to be honest I was a bit flustered asking you to dine with me… you caught me quite off guard today, but in a good way.” He reaches his hand across the table and places it on my own, “I’d like to do this more often, you and I. I feel like the confines of our current arrangement have left us practically strangers, despite being engaged for several months already. I’m enjoying just being companionable with you, even if it’s just existing comfortably in the same room.”

Ohhhh, I know I’m the villain in this story but I can’t help but root for him- what a sweetheart! It’s so obvious he’s been lonely, I can’t wait for him and Cressida to fall in love and have a couple of kids that they’ll spoil rotten. And in the meantime…. Maybe I do have a bit of evil in me, because I’m going to selfishly enjoy this handsome man treating me to lunches under roses and reading in cozy libraries while I can.

“I know exactly how you feel your highness. Now, you mentioned a walk?”

We spent the afternoon laughing and chatting, and it felt nice to chat without worrying too much about my role. He asked me about that book I picked out earlier, and listened attentively as I caught him up with where I’m at in the plot. In turn, I asked about what papers he’s been signing, documents he’s been drafting, etc.

The only thing I had to do was send glares to any young ladies we passed, settling my hand on his arm possessively, and I saw their eyes widen and faces disappear behind fans as they whisper to one another. I can picture this illustrated in a manhwa- the nasty princess sinking her claws into the gullible prince… hopefully all these ladies will start gossiping and we can really cement this evil persona of mine now that Cressida’s here.

When we returned to our separate apartments, I explored my rooms a bit until servants came to get me ready for dinner, and I slipped back into the frigid bitch persona. The servant girls dressed me in a slightly stuffy gown, but I had to admit, I looked gorgeous. I sat stiff and straight as they did my hair, forcing myself to be the very picture of cold indifference. I then dismissively thanked them for their help, then sat there awkwardly as they stared at me like I was crazy.

Ohhhh shit…. The original story hadn’t prepared me for this. My character was a villain, yes, but a side character for the most part! How was she supposed to act towards her servants? I went over what I knew- the novel showed the villainess alone quite often, usually obsessing over Eric and plotting/stalking. It showed her with Eric, and how distant and awkward their relationship was when together. And then of course the numerous scenes with Cressida where the Villainess did all sorts of heinous things to the sweet girl. But… it never depicted her with servants, or even any friends or other nobles. Just… Eric and Cressida. Was other me not actually a bitch all the time? Am I being unnecessarily rude right now? Oh god I’m such an idiot.

The story is told through Cressida’s point of view- of course there’s more depth to my own character than I initially thought! The Villianess must be a misunderstood introvert! Unsure of how to act around her crush, she’s fiercely insecure and jealous of this new girl who doesn’t struggle the same way she does. When she notices the prince slipping from her grasp, she acts out against Cressida because she can’t bear to lose Eric!

As someone’s who’s worked minimum wage jobs and struggled with social anxiety most of my life, I try to be nice to the people just working to survive, but here I am acting like these poor women are the dirt beneath my shoe…. Ok. Um. Well they’re still standing there in shock, I can fix this….

“You really did a lovely job… my hair has never looked so gorgeous, you’re truly talented! And I think the prince will be very pleased with this choice of ribbon!”

There- I was nicer, and I brought it back to Eric, so I’m still the lovesick fiancé whose entire world is waiting for her in the dining room. I frowned as the servants scuttled out of the room with hurried excuses, all of them looking like they were about to faint. Damn it… I can’t believe I misread the relationship between us. I probably just ruined their night by being uncharacteristically rude. I’ve gotta learn their names next time…. Maybe ask them to help me eat some fancy pastries as an apology…?

I didn’t know it, but while I was lamenting how wrong I was about the Villainess’ character, the servants were all gossiping to the others about what had just transpired.

“You’re telling me she said THANK YOU!?”

“Yes!!! And then you should have seen how nervous she got! She just rambled, blurting out such a sweet compliment, and she even tied it back to the prince!”

“I had no idea how precious she was… I can’t believe I never realized she’s just shy! In a new place, all alone aside from her new fiancé…. Who I gather she’s got a bit of a crush on! Poor dear.”

“Ohh our sweet girl, I’m sure it must be hard bonding with the prince, when all you do is sit yards apart and hardly speak …”

“Well I may have some news about that… and it’s no wonder she was a bit flustered today, because I saw the two of them in the gardens today! They were both nothing but smiles- absolutely smitten with one another!”

“Such a lovely girl, and we never knew it all this time!”

Apparently, I had it backwards. The real villainess truly was a 2D, basic character. She was insecure and possessive over the prince, bullying Cressida half to remind her who Eric belonged to, half for the fun of it. But she didn’t let on to anyone about the true depth of her love for him. She didn’t gossip to her handmaid, didn’t ask the servants which dress he would like better. Simply acted as if they did not exist, hardly saying a word to them.

While I thought my blunt “thank you” was colder than they were used to, and then tried to smooth things over…. It was more words than they’d heard from me in the whole time I’d lived in the palace. They lapped it up and declared me their own shy little dove after that.

When I arrived to dinner, I realized why daily dinners weren’t exactly a bonding activity for the villainess and Eric. The table was massive, and only held two chairs, one at either end. It felt so…. Cold?

Eric had beat me there, and quickly stood up from his seat, waiting until I sat and a servant pushed in my chair to retake his own seat. He smiled at me and said,

“Good evening, princess.”

He had to project his voice slightly. It wasn’t like he was shouting or being loud, it was just the manner of speaking you use when talking to an elderly relative, clearer, and enunciating better so they could hear you.

I replied back, projecting my voice similarly, and found the conversation was, in fact, more awkward than it had been earlier. We ate our food mostly in silence, occasionally one of us would say something and the other would stop moving their utensils on their plate, listening closer as they ask,

“What’s that?”

By the time dinner was over and we each went to bed, I felt drained. I could have just been louder I suppose- but it’s so hard to keep up a conversation like that. I know we get along- we had chatted all afternoon after all. But some part of me realized it’s probably good to keep a bit of distance between us, even if I’ve rewritten things to be a bit chummier between the two of us. Cressida needs to swoop in and steal him from me… and my job is still to leave that room for her to do so.

It’s hard trying to be someone else, yet also making sure you lead the plot in the right direction- it’s exhausting! I feel like both director and actress!

It’s with this in mind that I launch myself into the softest bed I’d ever felt, and passed out. My first day as princess consort, the Yandere fiancé, complete.

While I was getting acquainted with my feather bed, Eric was speaking with the head waitstaff.

“Yes, tomorrow, would you mind adjusting the seating situation? I’d like for the princess consort and I to be closer together from now on. Yes, and ask my assistant to arrange my schedules like so, I’ve detailed it here. Thank you.”

At the same time, Cressida was recounting her run in with the prince and I to her handmaiden as she finishing unpacking and settling into her family’s guest apartments. Which, unbeknownst to me… was right across the hall.

Series discontinued- sorry my loves. Ik y’all wanted more but the good news is that I’ve seen several really talented authors picking up this idea and executing it wayyyy better than my sporadic mood writing ever could.

[pleasureable]

Star Shopping !

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ in which you’re asked to star in Thanos’ new music video

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ you were a well known Instagram model, with your career being launched after you had posted a random selfie of you taken on your digital camera

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ the virality of your picture practically launched you into virtual stardom with you gaining a pretty big following after that

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ your followers loved you for your beauty and style, as your instagram page was littered with pictures of you posing in clothing items such as big fur coats, mini skirts, leather tops and bottoms and bikinis

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ you were pretty popular amongst rappers for some reason, with some even asking for permission to use your pictures in promo for their music

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ you had been familiar with Thanos for a little while now as you had seen his performances a couple times—more specifically his performance at Rolling Loud fest. you liked his music and you thought he was pretty cute but you had never really interacted with him before

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Thanos was practically obsessed with you, though. he would always like your posts, even commenting “😍😍” on some of them��of course, fueling some rumors of hidden romance between you two

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ he had finally messaged you one day, his name popping up in your dms

@thanos

u down to be in my music video, pretty ?

@y/n

sure why not lol

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ after a few days of exchanging messages you finally booked a flight (that he, of course, offered to pay for) to L.A—where the video would be filmed

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ once you had landed and settled into your hotel room a bit, you and Thanos had met up for coffee—he explained the vision he had for the video, as well as telling you what he wanted from you in terms of your appearance in it

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ “I’m thinkin’ of like, just having you as the main focus of the video” he said. you were incredibly flattered, how couldn’t you be? a big, hotshot rapper like him wanted to plaster your face all over a piece of his work. “main focus?” you asked, a touch of uncertainty in your voice. you had been in some music videos before, but just as a background character, never the lead girl. “Of course, I wanna showcase your beauty as much as I can.” he responded.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ your nerves were at an all time high as you drove to the filming location the day of the video shoot. once you got there the makeup artists began to work on you, minimal makeup, just as Thanos had earlier requested (he did want to showcase your beauty, after all)

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ the on-set costume designer had chosen to dress you in a tight, mini white dress—a ushanka style hat being placed on your head to finish the look

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ the music video idea followed two lovers who spend the night recording each other on a camcorder, engaging in stupid shenanigans around a mansion, showcasing and capturing carefree moments of each other

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ walking onto set, you could feel thanos’s eyes all over you, admiring the way your body fit your dress and how the ring lights placed on set perfectly highlighted your facial features

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ once actual shooting had begun, the romantic chemistry between the two of you was undeniable

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ the romantic poses you were placed in by the director and Thanos himself obviously weren’t doing anything to dampen the atmosphere

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ nearing the end of shooting, you were scripted to be holding the camcorder while staring into Thanos’s eyes, an implied kiss taking place before the screen would go black, thus marking the end of video

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ though, once you got close enough to his face to the point where the tips of your noses were touching, the sexual and romantic tension had gotten unbearable. you had been very much aware of Thanos’s attraction to you prior to him asking you to be in his video, and you never quite expected you and him to be in the predicament you were in now.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ without even thinking, Thanos smashed his lips against yours—to your delight. pent up frustration causing the kiss to be slightly lewd, though you both quickly pulled away before you got carried away

“that definitely wasn’t scripted mr. Thanos.”

“Of course it wasn’t, pretty.”

[gguk-n]

Jokes In The Cloud (Carlos Sainz x Comedian!Reader)

No Face Claim. All the pictures are from Pinterest.

CONGRATULATIONS TO CARLOS ON WINNING HIS SECOND GP THIS SEASON!!

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punchlineprincess Vacationing with the people who get on my nerve the most

y/bff/user you forgot to take me😔😔 punchlineprincess y/bff/user sorry bbg, next trip with you alone😘😘 y/cousin/user you annoy us more🙂 y/mum/user not a nice thing to say Y/N punchlineprincess y/mum/user I was joking😅😅 user1 if someone saw her IG they would think she's a model😍😍 user2 God I've seen what you've done for others, when is it my turn🥲🥲 user3 pretty and funny. I want her!!❤️❤️

{Reader's POV}

The gears in my head my turning, I didn't know what I was supposed to do. I still had to refine my script; I was sure I could do it if I have a few hours. "Sweetheart, dinner's ready" my dad called out from the bedroom door. "Dad, I have to leave" I stated. "To where?" my dad asked, walking in. "You know that Netflix special I was gonna film" I began, he nodded along, "well, they want to film it on Monday" I finished. "That's in a day" he stated. "2, since it's in New York" I explained. "Cassidy will send me my tickets, but I think I'll be leaving now" I spoke. "Sorry about ditching the family trip. I know how important it was for you" I mumbled. "It's okay, darling. This is bigger. This will catapult you to fame like you always wanted, I mean I'm already so proud of you but this is still bigger" he explained trying to calm me. "Me and your mum will help you pack, come on" he said and called my mum.

The two of them helped me pack my bags. He explained how my Netflix special would be filmed soon and I would be leaving soon to everyone. All my younger cousins and nieces and nephews were so excited. Cassidy sent me the tickets. I made sure to pack everything while my mum fed me, it was chaos in the best way possible. "I'll be leaving now" I hugged my parents good bye. "Can't wait to watch it" my aunt spoke patting my back. "Mention us" one of my younger cousin's spoke. "I'll try" I laughed. My niece kissed my cheek wishing me good bye. My nephew wasn't ready to let me go yet, my brother had to pull him off me.

I waved good bye as the taxi left the resort, my family waving back as I disappeared. The ride to the airport was short, I was too busy going through my material to notice when I reached the airport. I paid the taxi driver and hauled my luggage to the check-in desk. The person behind it, checked me in and I was headed to immigration. This was the first time I noticed that I was sitting first class. When did my manager have this kind of money to book first class. I'd have to bring it up with her once I had the time.

I got done with all the formality and headed to the waiting area, where I spent my time going through my script and tweaking it ever so often. I downed a RedBull to try to align myself to New York time, so that I can combat the jet lag.

As the speaker's announced the boarding for my flight, I grabbed all my stuff with the plan to finish it up on the plane. The air-host lead me to my seat. I noticed a man sat on the seat next to mine, he looked an awful lot familiar, until it hit me that it was Carlos Sainz; my heart started pounding. I walked up to my seat, put my luggage away and sat down. My hands were shaking by the time I sat down, pulling my laptop out. I started typing away with shaky hands. "Is that a script?" a voice came from beside me. I turned around to find Carlos with his head turned, trying to figure out what's written. "Yeah, I'm a comedian, this is a script for my show" I tried to speak as confidently and calmly as possible. "That's cool. I'm Carlos, Carlos Sainz" he introduced himself. "I'm Y/N, Y/N Y/L/N" I shook his hand. "I'm a Formula One driver, maybe you'e heard about me" he further elaborated. I know, I've been obsessed with you for years, my poor brother has to listen to me talk about you for hours after every race, analysing the whole race. I have a fan account called carloslover, were the thoughts running through my head. "Yeah, I must've heard about Formula One some where" I said tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. "Well it's nice to meet you" Carlos said. "It's nice to meet you too" I said with a smile. "I'll let you get back to your work" Carlos said pointing at my laptop.

I spent a couple more minutes working on it before I was disturbed by Carlos, not like I was complaining; "I'm sorry but I'm kind of curious about what the script your working on is about" Carlos spoke slowly. "I'm filming a Netflix special in New York. So, I'm fine tuning my script" I chuckled. "Oh, sorry for disturbing you" Carlos replied sheepishly. Damn, he looked so cute, I caught myself fawning at him. "Ah, it's nothing." I quickly looked away, "I love when people are interested in what I do" I smiled. "Then, I will continue to annoy you a bit" he laughed. "Be my guest" I smiled back.

A few more tweaks and a good hour later, I was able to close the laptop, happy with the script I had at hand. "I'm guessing you're done" Carlos chimed in. "I am" I said stretching a little. "Maybe you could practice a bit with me" Carlos suggested. "I do want to practice my crowd work" I thought out loud.

"So, Carlos are you really a full time driver or a model? I can't really tell" I said. Carlos's face turned red, "Is this how you do crowd work?" he trailed. "I, no, can't let the opportunity to flirt with a man as handsome as you go" I smirked. Carlos's blush only deepened, "So, I'm special" he laughed. "Obviously" I shrugged. "If it's anything, I thought you were a model and not a comedian" he retorted. "I get that a lot. But doesn't work in my profession when people don't think pretty people tell good jokes" I retorted back. "I've never heard any of your jokes, but I'm sure you're funny since Netflix wants you" Carlos said. "Hope so" I said holding up my hands with crossed fingers.

I felt like the time flew by, as Carlos kept me company. Just as the flight was about to land; "Will I see you again?' Carlos asked hopefully. "You could, if I had your number" I remarked. Carlos pulled his phone out and handed it to me. I put my number in and called myself. "I'll see you soon." I winked as I saved Carlos's number. "Can't wait" Carlos replied, smiling at me as we grabbed our luggage to leave.

Cassidy was waiting for me as I exited the airport. "I'm so sorry, I should've checked my emails" she apologised grabbing my bag. "It's fine, let's go. I'm exhausted" I replied grabbing my bag back. We caught an uber back to the hotel. I rehearsed my script with Cassidy for the next few hours, trying not to memorise it so it would sound genuine.

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punchlineprincess Done filming my first special, can't wait for it to air🥹🥹

y/bff/user I'M SO EXCITED🤭🤭 user4 I'll watch it just to see that outfit😍 user5 so pretty😍😍 y/mum/user so proud of my baby💖 y/dad/user my baby's all grown up😭❤️

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punchlineprincess Joked my way into his life🫣🫣

y/bff/user ooohhhh who is this??👀👀 y/dad/user what is this behaviour y/n??? user6 OMG!!! I love this❤️❤️ user7 the best couple ever and idek the guy😅😅 user9 y/n being sporty wasn't in my bingo card🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️ user10 the golf date!!!❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥 user11 I want to go to an art museum with my lover and imitate art like that😏😏 user12 this is so Carlos coded plus he's in the likes😣😣

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punchlineprincess I may have gone overboard for the premier at home🥲😅

y/bff/user I'M SCREAMING WHILE WATCHING IT🥹🥹 y/mum/user my baby❤️ carlossainz55 so proud of you ❤️Liked by Author user13 what does Carlos mean by that, like he knows her🙂👀 user14 the funniest shit i've watched in a while🤣🤣 user15 loved this so much!!!❤️🤣 user16 finally the real comedian that's getting the recognition she deserves😂😂

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punchlineprincess Sorry I'm not normal about my boyfriend winning his second race this season😭😭

carlossainz55 I think having you there was my lucky charm🍀❤️ punchlineprincess carlossainz55 aww!! but it was your big brain and hard work❤️❤️🥹 y/bff/user aww!! watching both my babies win respectively 😭😭Liked by carlossainz55 and punchlineprincess y/dad/user good job Carlos👍 Liked by carlossainz55 user12 I should've known after those dates🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️ user20 seeing her hug his mom when he won was so cute😭😭 user21 the most unlikely couple🥹🥹 user22 I get it Carlos, I get it😍😍 user23 Vamos Carlos!!👍👍 user24 I want a full timeline how everything went down😩 user25 I'm so happy I got to witness this race😭😭 user26 she was so sweet to all the fans and even took pictures with us!!😭🥹

After the race win celebrations on the podium and the team, after the interviews when I finally got him all to myself; "I'm so proud of you baby" I whispered as I pressed a kiss on his lips. "I'm so happy you got to see me win" Carlos mumbled not letting go. "I can't believe instead of watching you on TV I got to watch you in real life" I said pulling away. "I don't know why you lied to me when we met" Carlos laughed. "Well I couldn't tell you I'm @ carloslover on Instagram and Twitter and I've been in love with you since you debuted" I laughed. "I think I wouldn't have paid much attention since you're so pretty" Carlos smiled running his hands down my sides to rest on my waist. "Well I'm a Carlos lover and I am Carlos's lover. It's a win win" I smiled, "You and I both, princessa, you and I both" Carlos captured my lips in another, yet steamy kiss pulling me closer so my body was touching his, "You are all sticky and smell of champagne", I mumbled against his lips trying to pull away but Carlos pulled me closer, "No" he muttered and continued kissing me. He walked back to sit on the couch pulling me down with him, straddling his lap. He pulled me closer, our bodies touching, his hands roaming mine before they found home on my ass. We pulled away slightly breathless but Carlos than started his assault on my neck, sucking on my sweet spot near my collar bone while pushing me down on his lap. I could feel him grow under me. I pushed him away, "Nope" I said firmly. "No?" he asked cocking his head to the right with his big brown puppy eyes, "We're not doing it here. Let's get back to the hotel, maybe after you smell a little less like alcohol, I'll think about it" I said getting up. "Y/N" he whined holding my hands as I stood in front of him. "Not even for today's race winner" he pouted. "No. Baby, this is your work place. I will do anything and everything you want but out of the paddock" I said. "The car?" Carlos perked up. "Carlos, darling, we'll be on the headline tomorrow reading Carlos Sainz Jr knows how to celebrate his win in Mexico with girlfriend in his black Ferrari" I said. "Fine, Let's go back soon. I can't wait" he humphed before going to change out of his race suit. "I love you" I called out. "También te amo" he called back.

[xinganhao]

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[ellysdreamworldd]

dr ideas 𝜗𝜚

❥︎ 70s/80s/90s/2000s highschool (or any year these the ones i want to go to) to finally experience being a teenager without social media

❥︎a dr where you're in a haunted house but you're the ghost- i saw this on tiktok and it's so good i feel ashamed for not thinking of it myself. like it would be so fun to scare random people

❥︎a dr where you're the karma. like you're invisible and you can follow people and then give them what they deserve

❥︎ 90s high fashion model dr

❥︎2000s victoria's secret angel dr

❥︎ h20 dr/ mermaid dr in general (childhood dream)

❥︎rich british boarding school dr

❥︎a dr where you travel the world. like you're rich and unemployed and your biggest worry is which flight to book next or if the 5 star hotel is going to be comfortable enough

❥︎dead poets society dr (they let girls in the school too)

❥︎history drs- ancient egypt(i was lowkey thinking about shifting as a cat to be worshipped) ancient rome ecc. (maybe in these drs it's better to shift as a man yk)

❥︎a dr where you're a bird. idk i always wanted to fly (i mean you don't necessarily need to be a bird to fly but)

❥︎winx (the cartoon not the show)

❥︎pretty little liars (the 6th liar starting when ali is still alive and assembling her group)

❥︎zombie apocalypse dr

❥︎an equestrian dr where you live in the countryside and your parents have a horse ranch (i want to live like those girls in the 72728 horse movies my sister made me watch where they are city girls who have never seen a horse before and can randomly be able to ride the most wild and aggressive horse ever)

❥︎a dr where you are the actor of all your characters in your previous drs (also saw this on tiktok and omg mind blowing i can't wait to watch edits of my characters and what people would say about me)

❥︎1800 jane austen worthy romance dr

❥︎80s slasher movie (just script you're the final girl and we're good)

❥︎a dr for every country in the world (maybe leave out some where it wouldn't exactly be fun to live). it's such a nice way to see the world from the eyes of a local and learn about other cultures

❥︎pirate dr

❥︎vampire dr

❥︎ rockstar dr where you're in a popular band

❥︎a dr in which you can shrink yourself and live in dollhouses and stuff like that. I always wanted to do that as a child and having a life-sized dollhouse would just not be the same

❥︎a dr where you have a child and you're a parent (i fear i would probably get too attached to the kid to ever leave)

❥︎different drs for every single job that interests you so when you come back (if you're planning to) you already know what you like so you won't risk being stuck with a job you don't like in this cr (for example being an astronaut or a fashion designer would be so cool)

❥︎royalty dr

❥︎a dr where you are Santa's elf (saw it on tiktok too and omg so fun but what do they even do for the rest of the year?)

❥︎summer camp dr

❥︎outer banks dr (basic i know but rafe)

❥︎dragon academy dr (like riding dragons and stuff😍)

[vampiresarchive]

Manifested Dream Vacation in Two Weeks (with zero effort)

I have many success stories, but I wanted to share this one in particular because it addresses the question: How actually easy is it to manifest your desires?

Here's your answer: ridiculously easy.

And the reason I say it's ridiculous in particular is because of what a lot of you 'claim' you need in order to achieve your desire: Perfect self concept, absolute knowing with no doubts, and constant around-the-clock persistence.

Sure, this all can be true. But, if you were in a similar position as me back then: always looking for 3d confirmation, so much doubt etc. You can still manifest.

Here's my personal testimony: Way back when at a time where my self concept was trash and I acted like the 3D was the God of me, I had really wanted to go on vacation. I hadn't been on one in six years (pandemic) and due to some financial and timing issues, there was no way we were going anywhere anytime soon.

However, none of this was true in imagination. In imagination, I was already having the time of my life. I was shopping, flirting with foreign men, looking at gorgeous sites, etc.

So I did what anyone would and I scripted it, i am going to Dubai. Very simple, nothing fancy, but that's all that was needed. A decision.

I would read this script absentmindedly whenever I thought of it (not even daily, probably twice a week) I also barely thought of it in passing, if at all.

Just two weeks later, my mother tells me she's booking a flight to Dubai just because she feels like going. A whole two weeks after that, I was on a plane to my dream trip.

Do you realize the sheer ridiculousness of how little effort I put in? I probably said that affirmation like four times before it came true. Four times!! And some of you insist on setting alarms and doing meditations and whatever it is you do nowadays.

I didn't believe it was going to happen. I had 0 inner knowing. I just said I AM [insert happening, action, or scenario] and...Ta-da! How strenuous, truly.

Think before putting in effort. Does it even affect the end result if you've affirmed 100 times or just once? (No. The answer is no.)

Good luck to everyone who is reading this; though, I doubt you'll need it.

[adviceformefromme]

There is a difference between a man that goes along with your flow and a man that chooses you. 

A man that goes along with your flow will be following your lead, he might be in a relationship with you because you gave him an ulitmatum, he might respond to your messages because you initiate them, he might travel to see you because he knows secs is on the table… But the problem here is he’s not actively choosing you which is a reflection of you not actually choosing you, and you’ll feel it. You’ll feel something is off, something you can’t put your finger on and it will be the gut feeling that you’re over invested in your relationship to the point where the energy is imbalanced. He is now in the feminine role, and you are now in the masculine role of pursing. You are carrying the relationship, and with that - he goes along with your flow. Not his flow...

Because a man that chooses you allows you to lean back into your feminine energy. He is intentional about you, his actions say clearly 'I want you, I am choosing you'. He adds to your life and not subtracts, he supports you in your dreams, encourages you, works around your schedule - because you have a life that does not revolve around him. He goes out of his way to make effort with you, he allows you to feel safe and secure in the relationship, he admires and respects you for who you truly are. There is no trying to impress a man that chooses you, because he is in awe of your essence. The you without trying, the you, who is enough simply existing.

So if you find yourself in a situation where he's following your lead, he's taken on the feminine role of receiving..It's time to flip the script. And this is where you be about your business. Becoming a woman who's about her business is about walking in your purpose and if you don't know what that is, that becomes your focus. You're de-centering him because you know the harms of putting a man on a pedestal. You're leaning into your feminine flow, into the feeling energy, you're signing up for the dance class, doing the morning runs, you're working through your New Years resolution list that got sidelined when you became overly focused on him. You're remembering that you wanted to travel to South America and you're saving up to book the flights. You're deepening your connection with God, you're journaling more and creating a more wholesome loving relationship with self. You are about your business. Not him, not others. About you, and with this you become the magnetic pole. You attract. You're in your goddess energy. You feel more at peace, and if he falls away from the you who is choosing you, he was never meant for you. So do your self a favour, be about your business, and let him choose you.

[levvthan]

dad! heisenberg headcannons - heisenberg x f! reader

♡ I've been thinking recently, which is not a good thing.

I’ve been wondering what Karl would be like in a family dynamic, free from Miranda, with his own wife and some kids.

Prepare yourself for some silly, modern, random ass headcannons!

♡ overly protective of his family

due to his past he carries a heavy weight of trauma on his shoulders, even though he doesn't realise it

so, over protective is actually an understatement

after finding out you were pregnant he'd end up booby trapping the house in order to keep you safe

if anyone was to hurt one of his family members the next thing you'd see was their house on the news, with a car wedged through the window... literally

his kids being bullied? the school will be having a very lengthy conversation with him, through their now broken office door

he's crap at regulating his emotions, but he tries extremely hard to learn how manage them after scaring his family once or twice

after a few years you'd managed to get him to calm down a bit, reassuring him that nothing bad would ever happen to you or his family

eventually, he did replace the boobytraps with a security system

♡ cant cook for shit

anytime him and his s/o would try to cook together, it’d always end up in a kitchen feud

sticking to the recipe? nonsense.

he’d be adamant that he knew what he was doing *cue the rare beef he’d dropped on the floor*

he'd end up stock piling ready meals in the fridge, along side his many cans of stellar

you would have to chide him for leaving empty microwave burger packets scattered around the kitchen

when summer came around, he’d be adamant that he could work the grill, until he manages to somehow charcoal everything to dust

“here you go kids, eat up.” … *insert image of RE7 food*

♡ DIY expert

almost everything in your home would be built by his bare hands

when it came to repairs, there was no need for a handyman, daddy karl’s on the case immediately

instead of buying furniture he’d insist on making it himself

when his first child was born he built them their own crib, with its own built in cot mobile

his baby would absolutely adore the lullabies it played… until the old media player he’d hooked up to it started to turn static

he’d also insist on making his children their own toys

however, they’d always end up being some sort of mechanical uncanny valley trinket

regardless, his kids still loved whatever toys he’d make them… leaving everyone else a bit creeped out

♡ chaotic vacations

he’d end up packing one outfit, his coat, hat, sunglasses and a pair of underwear, maybe two pairs

“What do you mean you only have one change of clothes, Karl?” … “But you packed two boxes of cigars and a wrench?!”

he’d be fully locked in during booking at the airport

however, if the flight had been delayed he’d probably end up getting you all blacklisted

once his family boards the plane, he’d offer his kid the window seat

“Daddy, I’m scared.” … “Don’t worry kiddo, as of last year only 28 planes crashed, and only a few hundred people were killed.”

and no… he wouldn’t clap when the plane landed… only when it’d take off to cheer his now crying child up

at the beach he’d complain about how hot it was, since he’s so used to living in cold climates

you’d have to facepalm yourself out of embarrassment when he pulls up with his hammer, which had somehow passed airport security

"Darling, it's for protection." *smashes open a coconut*

his kids would hound him to play or build sand castles with them

but he'd end up taking it a bit too far, as he shows you around the fully functioning fortress of sand and metal scrap

♡ bedtime stories? more like horror scripts

whenever you're too tired to put your kids to bed Karl would instead

you'd have to hope that you wouldn't end up with your children in your bed, due to a nightmare

"And then, the big bad Lycan jumped out of the bushes, it's fangs bared and blood soaked, as he ate the man alive - screaming for his life!"

needless to say, you ended up having to buy child friendly story books for him to read from

[imaginesig]

“Now hang on, Joseph, you’ll make it someday”

Oscar Pastry x Theatre Actor! Reader

SMAU

childhood best friends to lovers with Oscar Piastri (you dont need any musical theatre knowledge to still understand this)

Music themed masterlist

Complete masterlist pinned on my profile

ynln

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ynln: ⚠️DON'T FEED THE PLANTS⚠️ Thank you @/melbournecomminitytheatre for the opportunity to play Audrey in Little Shop of Horrors!! It was a dream!!

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oscarpiastri you were wonderful love!!

ynln 🫶🫶

nicolepiastri such a beatutiful job sweetie!!

ynln thank you!!

melbournecomminitytheatre It was an honor to use your talent!!

ynln the talent you taught me?? anytime!

user1 praying you get to move to a larger theatre

user2 it is kinda sweet its the same theatre she's grown up in

logansargent incredible show!!

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ynln

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ynln: closing a show means I have some free time to support my best friend 🧡🧡

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oscarpiastri you look lost in that second slide, take about 4 steps over

ynln my knight in shining armor! What would I do without you

landonorris you wore the wrong number this weekend...

ynln keep dreaming Norris

landonorris can't blame a guy for trying

mclaren come back anytime!!

user1 ah yes the second pic flirting, celebration dinner, all looks very extremely platonic to me

user2 let them be friends, its playful banter

user3 exactly boys and girls can be just friends

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oscarpiastri

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oscarpiastri: great performance, great audience

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ynln boo 🍅🍅🍅

oscarpiastri what's wrong with this now

ynln emotionless caption

mclaren great weekend!!!

landonorris mate

oscarpiastri what now?

landonorris last slide? im hurt

user1 lmao not Y/n and Oscar both giving him shit

user 2 who's the girl??

user3 Y/n L/n, she's oscars childhood bff. She's a theatre actor who is well known in Melbourne and fairly popular on tik Tok for her music/theatre content

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oscarpiastri posted a story!

caption: no one told me looking over scripts took this much work...

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ynln

imagine the work I put in when get the role

why does theatre take more work than racing 😭😭

thank you for all the help tho 🫶

anytime 🫶

user1

omg does Y/n have a new role??

user2

not you announcing her new potential role

ynln

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ynln: I'm so excited to announce I've booked the role of the Narrator in "Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat!!" Thank you Her Majesty's Theatre in Melbourne for taking a chance on me!!

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oscarpiatri CONGRATS

oscarpiastri IM SO EXCITED FOR YOU

oscarpiastri YOU ARE GONNA KILL IT

ynln THANK YOU

oscarpiastri why are you on the floor

ynln twas the moment after I found out I landed the role

nicolepiastri I will be at every show!!

friend_1 moving on up!!

user1 booking my flight now

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ynln

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ynln: "Go, Go, Go Jo!!"

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actor1 we really are "go, go, go" -ing

actor4 im so glad our break is here

ynln you can say that again!

actor2 t-1 months until opening!!

ynln so so excited!!

actor3 the second photo is so real

user1 I can't wait!!

user2 im so excited

user3 what's your fav song??

ynln probably "Go Go Go Joseph" but I love "Close Every Door To Me" despite not being in the number!

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oscarpiastri

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oscarpiastri: First Grand Prix and ive taken home more than a trophy 🏆

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ynln IM SO PROUD

ynln SHOW THEM HOW ITS DONE OZ

ynln ITS THAT BEST FRIEND LUCK

oscarpiastri *girlfriend luck

ynln I LOVE YOU🫶

oscarpiastri I love you too🫶

nicolepiastri I'm so proud baby boy! I love you so much ❤️

oscarpiastri thank you for everything! I love you too ❤️

carlossainz55 congrats oscar 👍🏼

georgerussel63 well done mate 👏

mclaren thats out OSC 🧡

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ynln

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ynln: HES A GP WINNER (and my bf🤭)

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ynln i have so many new followers, hi new friends 👋😁

oscarpiastri surley those were not the best pics available to use

ynln ...

oscarpiastri I love you 🫶

ynln i love you too 🫶

nicolepiastri ❤️

usser1 lmao she may be dating him now, but she'll always come at him like a best friend

user2 im still not over this

user3 im crying

user4 Y/n is out here living our dream life

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ynln: tech week 🥴

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Actor1 we got this

ynln 🤞🤞

Actor2 push, push, push

ynln 👊👊

Actor3 screaming crying throwing up

ynln you can say that again

nicolepiastri remember our dinner plans! You deserve it

ynln you’re too kind ❤️❤️

user1 I am so excited!!

user2 ahhhh opening night is coming!!!

user3 poor girl- tech is the worst!

user4 I’m so ready to see the entire thing

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ynln posted 6 stories!

Captions: (1) come with me to open Joseph at Her Majesty's theatre!! (2) Warm ups and lift call!!

captions: (1) @/oscarpiastri thank you for the flowers love! They make up for you not being here (2) 5 minutes til places

captions: (1) I love you @/nicolepiastri!!! Thank you for supporting me like im your own daughter (2) so many of you came to the stage door post-show!! It is so crazy to me that that many of you wanted to take pics, get signatures, and talk to me! This community theatre girl is properly blown away! Thank you and goodnight 🫶

messages:

Oz 🧡

Congrats on a wonderful opening!! I know you killed it

Mom has not stopped gushing about it

thank you Oz

and thank you for the flowers, that was really sweet

just because im not there doesn't mean I wasn't thinking of you

I just can't wait to see it myself

me either!!

well you need sleep so goodnight

goodnight, call me tomorrow

I love you ❤️

I love you too ❤️

oscarpiastri posted a story!

caption: busy off week planned @/logansargent✈️🇦🇺

ynln posted a story!

caption: another week, another set of shows!! @/josephactor

oscarpiastri posted a story!

caption: (1) I heard something about some cute actress here idk

ynln

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ynln: "I hate accidents except when we went from friends to this"

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oscarpiastri good cause we're never going back

ynln ❤️❤️

logansargent you were amazing!! I was in awe

ynln thank you Logan!!

user1 im gonna cry

user2 they're soulmates your honor

user3 that second pic is adorable

user4 the costuming is incredible

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oscarpiastri

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oscarpiastri: my star

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ynln call us the solar system cause we both shine

landnorris that was bad even for me

ynln 😔

ynln I love you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

oscarpiastri I love you too!!!!!!!!!!!!

nicolepiastri my babies ❤️

mclaren a star and a moon 🔭

user1 I love them so much

user2 his star ‼️

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[cherryvyxen]

𝗖𝗮𝗶𝘁𝗹𝗶𝗻 𝗛𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗰𝗮𝗻𝗻𝗼𝗻'𝘀

𝙋𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜: Caitlin x f! reader

𝗦𝗙𝗪

CC is so protective over you. Not in a controlling way, but in that "I need to make sure you’re always good" kind of way. Like, she’ll casually wrap an arm around you in public, guide you through crowds with her hand on the small of your back, and give anyone a hard stare if they get too close — all while acting like it’s nothing. But you know what she’s doing.

She has this calm, chill vibe but gets so soft when you’re alone. The kind of soft that has her pulling you onto her lap during movie nights, running her fingers up and down your back while you lay on her chest. She loves to play with your hair, always tucking strands behind your ear or twirling it around her fingers while she listens to you talk.

She’s your biggest hype woman — always boosting you up. If you’re nervous about something, she’ll pull you close and say, "You’ve got this, baby. You’re the baddest one in the room — don’t forget that." And she says it with so much love and confidence that you actually believe it.

CC loves spoiling you, but she’ll act like it’s nothing. She’ll buy you things you mentioned once in passing and when you get excited, she’ll smirk and be like, "What? I like seeing you happy." But secretly, it makes her heart burst every time you light up over something she did.

She’s surprisingly funny — like that sarcastic, dry humor that always has you laughing. She’ll tease you in the softest way, pulling you into her side and whispering something that makes you blush like crazy. Then she’ll kiss your cheek and act all innocent while you’re trying to recover.

When she’s on the road for games, she hates being away from you. She’ll FaceTime you every night, even if she’s tired. Laying in bed with messy hair, sleepy eyes, and the softest smile like, "Miss you, babe." And if you say you miss her too, she’ll groan and say, "Don’t say that. You’re making me wanna book a flight right now."

𝗡𝗦𝗙𝗪

CC gives big dominant energy, but she does it in such a calm, smooth way that you don’t realize she’s in charge until you’re melting for her. She loves being in control but isn’t pushy — she takes her time, teasing you until you're practically begging.

She’s the queen of slow teasing. Running her hands over your body, kissing every inch, whispering in your ear how good you look underneath her. She loves seeing you squirm, loves knowing she’s the only one who gets to see you like that. She’ll kiss your neck and say in that low voice, "You’re mine, you know that?"

CC loves to take care of you. As much as she loves being in control, she’s focused on you. Making sure you feel good, watching your every reaction like it’s her favorite show. She’ll smirk when you let out the softest sounds and say, "Yeah? You like that, baby?"

She’s obsessed with marking you. Loves to leave soft bite marks and hickeys in places only she gets to see — right below your collarbone, along your ribs. And when you wince the next day and say she left too many, she’ll grin and say, "Good. Maybe now they’ll know who you belong to."

She loves when you try to take control — loves when you get bold and push her back onto the bed. But she’ll flip the script real fast, grabbing your wrists and pinning them above your head, all while smirking like, "Nice try, baby."

Her aftercare game is so soft it makes your heart ache. She’ll pull you onto her chest, rub soft circles on your back, kiss the top of your head. Whispering, "You good, pretty girl? I got you, always." She’ll run a bath for you if you need it, or grab water and snacks, making sure you’re taken care of before anything else.

When you’re feeling shy, she gets so soft and reassuring. Kissing your cheeks, holding you close, and saying, "You’re so beautiful. You know I could never get enough of you, right?"

And when you’re done, and both of you are all tangled up in bed, she’ll pull the covers over you and wrap her arms around your waist, smirking into your neck like, "Round two later, baby?" — and you know she means it.

[unsuperingyournatural]

not always easy but always worth it

Pedro Pascal x Actress!Reader

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Long-distance wasn’t new to either of you.

It came with the territory—early flights, night shoots, back-to-back projects booked months apart, countries apart. You both had years of experience juggling time zones and schedules, fitting real life into whatever cracks the job left behind. You’d told yourselves you could handle it. That you were built for this.

And most of the time, you were.

Some days, it worked. Really worked.

Pedro would call between takes, still in costume, the makeup artist fussing with his face as he grinned at you over FaceTime. You’d be brushing your teeth, the camera propped awkwardly against the mirror, still in your pajamas.

“What’s on your face?” you’d ask through toothpaste foam.

“Character choices,” he’d mumble dramatically, winking. “Do I look rugged and emotionally tortured?”

“You look like you got punched in the eye and liked it.”

“Perfect,” he’d beam. “Exactly what we’re going for.”

Other days, the two of you would sync up a movie night—him sprawled across a too-firm hotel bed in Budapest, you curled on your couch at home. You’d hit play at the same time, texting each other your reactions. Pedro would send selfies mid-scene, mimicking the most dramatic expressions. You’d threaten to block him for making you laugh during the emotional climax. He’d text back, it’s my love language.

He sent voice notes constantly. Little check-ins. Observations. Half-asleep rambles. Sometimes it was just a low, scratchy “miss you, baby” before he crashed after a sixteen-hour day. Sometimes it was a full three-minute story about a castmate’s dog or the weird snack in his trailer. You saved almost all of them.

And when words weren’t enough, he showed up.

He’d rearrange press if he could. Book red-eyes no one knew about. More than once, you opened your trailer door between takes to find him standing there—baseball cap low, tired eyes soft. His hands on your waist before you could say anything. You always kissed him first. Always.

And other times, it was you. Flying to wherever he was. You’d find him asleep in a hotel robe with his glasses half-off his face, scripts scattered across the bed. He’d wake up, startled, then pull you into him like he didn’t quite believe you were real.

“I didn’t even brush my teeth yet,” he’d murmur against your neck.

“Don’t care,” you’d whisper back, already sinking into him.

You left notes in his luggage. Tucked them into pockets he wouldn’t find for weeks. You sent him care packages packed with socks, spicy snacks, gum, photos from home, and once, a tiny plastic dinosaur you said reminded you of him. He’d left it in his trailer as a mascot. It showed up in the background of a behind-the-scenes interview, and fans caught it before he did.

But the space between those moments had weight.

The longer the shoots ran, the heavier it felt. He’d call late, his voice quiet and clipped. You’d forget to text back until hours later. He’d scroll through social media and see you laughing at a wrap party, a co-star’s arm slung too easily around your shoulders. You’d see tagged pictures of him at dinner with his cast, a gorgeous woman leaning in to say something close to his ear.

Neither of you ever brought it up right away. But it lingered.

Jealousy didn’t roar. It crept.

And one night, it crept too far.

“You okay?” he asked. He was lying on a hotel bed in some European city, his hair still damp from a shower, t-shirt wrinkled.

You nodded. “Fine.”

He tilted his head. “You don’t sound fine.”

You hesitated. “I saw those pictures.”

Pedro was quiet for a second, then exhaled through his nose. “Of the dinner?”

You didn’t answer. You didn’t need to.

He sat up, legs folding under him. “Amor. Come on.”

“I know it’s nothing,” you said quickly, trying to wave it off. “It’s stupid. I just… I don’t know. I hate that I even noticed.”

“It’s not stupid,” he said, his voice softer now. “I noticed the ones of you, too.”

Your breath caught.

“Yeah,” he continued, rubbing the back of his neck. “The one where he’s leaning in? Your scene partner? I saw that. Didn’t like it. But I didn’t say anything, because I trust you. And because this isn’t supposed to be about pictures.”

You nodded slowly, your throat tight.

“But I get it,” he added. “I do. You see something out of context and your brain fills in the gaps. And suddenly the whole day feels off.”

“Exactly.”

Pedro’s voice dropped to something low and steady. “I don’t care how close someone sits. Or what rumors pop up. Or how flirty a promo video looks. At the end of the day, you’re the person I want to call.”

You said nothing for a moment. Then, “I just wish it didn’t feel so hard sometimes.”

“I know,” he murmured. “But hard doesn’t mean wrong.”

There was a pause. Just long enough to hurt.

Then, “Next break I get,” he said, “I’m coming to you. Even if it’s just for one night. I don’t care if I have to turn around and fly back six hours later. I need your face in my hands. I need your laugh in person. I need you.”

You closed your eyes. “You always say that.”

“I always mean it,” he replied. “And I always show up, don’t I?”

You smiled then. A small, tired smile. “Yeah. You do.”

And he did.

Two weeks later, he showed up unannounced. You walked into your apartment and there he was, barefoot in the kitchen, stirring a pot of something questionable and grinning like a kid. You burst into tears before you could even speak, and he wrapped you up, murmuring something against your hair that didn’t need to be understood.

You missed each other in ways that didn’t always feel dramatic or worth naming—just small, everyday things that made being close feel easy. The way he’d reach for your hand without thinking, the rhythm of shared mornings, the comfort of knowing what kind of day he was having without needing to ask. Distance didn’t erase any of that, but it made the absence louder.

Some stretches were fine. The calls came often, the jokes still worked, and the space between you felt manageable. Other weeks were harder. The timing never lined up, replies came late or not at all, and every little thing felt like a reminder of what you were missing.

Neither of you handled it perfectly. He got quiet when he was overwhelmed. You got sharp when you were tired. There were moments when silence felt less like comfort and more like a wall. But even then, neither of you walked away.

You kept reaching, even when it was messy. You kept showing up, even when it felt awkward. That mattered more than any sweeping promise either of you could make.

This wasn’t the kind of relationship that demanded perfection. It asked for patience. For showing up tired. For trying again after getting it wrong.

And somehow, you kept doing it.

Still together. Still trying. Still here.

Not because it was easy. Because it mattered.

[ineffable-suffering]

The meaning of "I forgive you"

Alright, hello again, I involuntarily dipped for a bit because real life outside of this lovely Tumblr Good Omens bubble got a little bit stressful, but! I'm back for a quick little post to say that I'm currently reading the script book for Season 1 and seeing this line again, spelled out on paper, just shone some more light on the whole „I forgive you“-scene of Season 2 for me again.

Because really, this first time Az says it to Crowley in front of the bookshop tells us exactly what the second time during the Final Fifteen means.

Aziraphale is not forgiving Crowley for kissing him. Or for using this moment to confess and make things explicit between them.

No, Aziraphale is forgiving Crowley for not trusting and believing (in) him.

Let's shove the Final Fifteen to the side for a second and look at this scene from Season 1 under the cut.

The situation at hand: The World is ending, with utmost certainty. In addition, Crowley is absolutely f*cked and Hell is out to get him. He tries to apologise for their Bandstand fallout and explain the other two things to Az (poorly, but he tries). Because to Crowley, Armageddon is a done deal already. Wherever the actual Antichrist is, he's gonna come into his power and the World will be wiped out for Heaven and Hell to wage their war on. Also, Hastur is coming to kick his demon ass. Time to dip!

And yet, Aziraphale doesn't want to come with him. He is adamant that he will be able to reach the Almighty, talk to Her and turn this around. Because if Aziraphale, Guardian of the Eastern Gate, thinks there's even the slightest, tiniest morsel of a chance that he can turn things around the right way, he will do it. Even if it sounds ridiculous. Even if it's a lost cause to everyone else. Even if all the other angels gang up on him and (literally) beat him up.

Even if Crowley calls him stupid.

Aziraphale decides not to be offended by this.

Because this is what he does. This is what a Guardian does. He stays and protects to ward off the intrusion, until the very last second.

Now listen, I'm the last person to blame Crowley for intrinsically wanting to choose Flight over Fight in this very situation, because Lord knows (literally) what happened to him back when he chose Fight and lost.

But at the same time we have to keep in mind that despite his last name, Aziraphale never Fell. He never made the horrible experience of being chucked away by the one who made you to love Her because you chose to question her ways. And yes, in so many ways this choice of his, to still believe that he can change something by questioning and suggesting (both here and in S2), is utterly maddening and hurtful to Crowley. Because it's a mirror of what Crowley himself did and a reminder of just how big the price he had to pay was. Aziraphale seemingly not realizing or understanding this stings. It does.

And yet.

Yet Aziraphale's choice to not take no for an answer, to not let a punch to the gut derail him from his plan, to not let even the most definitive thing such as Armageddon keep him from fighting back, is the one thing that ends up saving the World.

Because even when it all seems impossible and completely hopeless and bloody Satan himself is erupting from the pits of Hell, ...

... Aziraphale picks up his sword and fights back.

And he wins.

Not without help, of course. But might I remind you of what got Crowley to cooperate and not simply surrender like he'd almost done that second?

You might not see it at first, but tucked in between all the posh hedonism, hidden away underneath that tightly buttoned waistcoat of his, Aziraphale is a fighter. And a good one at that. I mean, for Someone's sake, he got discorporated, beamed himself down back to Earth, found Crowley somehow, possessed a psychic prostitute (love you, Madame Tracy), rode a scooter all the way to Taddfield and fought off Lucifer with sheer willpower (and a bit of emotional coercion).

Aziraphale can fight. Smart and hard. And not only that: He can win, too. And he knows it. Because he believes, truly, firmly and wholly, that he can make things right. It's the only thing he will settle for. This, ladies and gents, this is how he ends up saving the World, together with Crowley, Adam and the rest.

Because he didn't accept no as an answer. He didn't look at the impossible and accept it as such. Even when Crowley thought him to be an idiot for trying and even after his initial attempt at talking to God had failed, Aziraphale still found a way to stop The Big Bad Thing from happening.

Which is exactly what his plan is when he ends up being forced to come back to Heaven by the Metatron. (If you still believe this was a voluntary choice, read here). And which is exactly why he is so hurt and still ends up forgiving Crowley for the fact that Crowley doesn't end up coming with him. Doesn't end up understanding, trusting and believing (in) him, just like all the way back at the end of the World in Season 1.

Aziraphale decides not to be offended by this.

[paucubarsisimp]

i loved your dean huijsen fic and i was so excited when i saw it🥹🥹 could you please write one of dean huijsen too where he’s in a relationship with the reader but they have a long distance relationship as she lives in marbella and him in bournemouth and one of this times she goes in surprise to one of his matchs in bournemouth and all his teammates tease him and everything? i hope you understood and thanks!

home is where you are

pairing: dean huijsen x reader

summary: in which you visit your long distance boyfriend

warnings: none!

a/n: i hope you like this one too love <333

long-distance love wasn’t always romantic. it was 2 a.m. facetime calls, watching the same movie in silence just to feel close, missing him when something funny happened and you couldn’t turn to tell him. but dean always made it better somehow. he’d text you after training with a selfie and a “miss you so bad it’s getting embarrassing.” and you’d melt every time.

so this time, you decided to flip the script.

you booked a flight from marbella to bournemouth, told him you had a “huge project” due and that you’d probably be offline all weekend. (a lie, but a necessary one.) you dm’d his teammate milos to help you get into the stadium without dean finding out.

game day arrived, and your heart was hammering the whole time. you wore his training hoodie, the one he left behind last time and didn’t realize you never gave back. you slipped into the stands with your hood up and your sunglasses on, trying to blend in like you weren’t about to turn his whole day upside down.

and there he was.

tall. focused. your boy. commanding the back line with that quiet intensity, curls pushed back, face locked in game mode. you watched him for the whole match like you always did — except this time, you didn’t have to imagine what it would feel like to be close.

in the final minutes, bournemouth scored. the crowd erupted. players collided in celebration, and dean threw his hands in the air, face lit up like the sun.

milos turned to him, grinning like a menace. he pointed straight at the stands.

dean turned.

and saw you.

his whole body stopped. like time forgot how to move. his eyes scanned, then landed on yours — and in that split second, his whole face softened.

he mouthed, “no way.”

you grinned and gave a tiny wave.

then he was running. straight toward you, barely stopping to high-five the fans or anyone else. he jogged right to the edge of the pitch, leaned over the barrier, and grabbed you into a hug so tight you lost your breath for a second.

“you’re really here?” he said, voice muffled in your neck. “you came?”

“i missed you,” you whispered, clinging to him. “surprise.”

and that’s when it started.

the teasing.

his teammates spotted the whole thing, and oh boy — they did not hold back.

“look at this romantic comedy unfolding live!”

“he ran faster to hug her than he’s ever run on defense!”

“someone get him tissues, he’s in love!”

“she’s real?! we thought she was a myth, like bigfoot or loyalty in milos’s dms!”

you felt dean laugh against you, his arms refusing to let go. “i’m never hearing the end of this,” he mumbled.

“definitely not,” you said, and kissed his cheek.

later, in the tunnel, he walked with you hand-in-hand like you were the most precious thing in the world. every few steps, a new teammate would yell something like:

“does she know you listen to sad playlists when she leaves?” “he once sent her a selfie with a flower filter and said ‘this reminded me of you!!” “dean, i swear if you start doing heart-hands at corner kicks, we’re benching you.”

dean just smiled and squeezed your hand tighter.

“they’re just jealous,” he whispered.

you sat with him in the lounge after, curled up on the big couch, his arm around your shoulder, your legs thrown over his. he kept looking at you like he couldn’t believe you were real.

“you have no idea how much i needed this,” he said, brushing your hair back. “the distance sucks. i hate going to sleep without you. but seeing you here? it’s like… everything reset.”

you looked up at him, eyes soft. “you reset me too.”

he kissed your forehead. “you’re my favorite everything.”

you stayed like that for a while — tangled up, soft whispers, his heartbeat under your ear.

and yeah, you’d have to leave again soon. and yeah, long-distance was hard.

but in that moment, none of it mattered.

you were here.

and love made the miles feel small.

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[moonselune]

hello again!!! can we have tav and gang playing keep away with gale and throwing a book around so gale dont get it? Lol just for funsiessss

ahaha i love tormenting the rizzard for funsiesssss. I did do it x gale but only slightly and right at the end x

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

Gale x reader | Team Effort

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

It all starts with an innocent flicker of irritation. Gale's nose has been buried in his book for hours now, his eyes skimming line after line of ancient script while the campfire crackles and pops nearby. You’ve tried everything to get his attention—conversation, light touches on his arm, even sitting directly beside him with your head leaning against his shoulder—but the man remains steadfast in his studies, mumbling to himself about this theory or that enchantment.

That’s when an idea strikes you. It’s childish, maybe a bit petty, but you can’t resist. You lean forward, snatching the book right out of Gale’s hands before he has a chance to react.

“Enough with the reading,” you declare with a triumphant grin. “It’s my turn now.”

Gale blinks, taken aback. “What on earth—hey!” He reaches out, but you’ve already tossed the book over to Astarion, who catches it with a gleeful smile, holding it just out of Gale’s reach.

“Aww, is the little wizard upset?” Astarion taunts, his tone dripping with mock sympathy as he lifts the book high above his head. Gale lunges for it, but Astarion swiftly tosses it to Shadowheart.

Shadowheart catches it effortlessly, raising an eyebrow as she smirks. “You know, Gale, I always thought there were more interesting ways to spend an evening than staring at musty old pages.”

Gale lets out a huff, clearly torn between amusement and exasperation. “Very funny. Now, if you’d be so kind, that’s a delicate and irreplaceable—”

“Catch!” Shadowheart interrupts, throwing the book to Karlach, who fumbles it slightly before securing it against her chest with a loud laugh.

“Damn, this thing’s heavier than I thought!” Karlach grins, looking at Gale’s increasingly frustrated face. “You know, wizard, I’ve seen you move faster in battle. What’s the matter? Can’t keep up?”

Gale glares at her but can’t suppress the hint of a smile pulling at the corners of his mouth.

“You’re all insufferable,” he mutters, but there’s no real heat behind his words. He makes a half-hearted attempt to grab the book from Karlach, who merely twirls away from him with surprising grace and flings it back to you.

You catch it with a flourish, sticking your tongue out at Gale. “Oh, come on, don’t look so serious! It’s just a little game.”

Gale’s eyes narrow playfully, and he takes a step toward you, his fingers twitching as if to prepare a spell. “You wouldn’t dare.”

You laugh, tossing the book over his head to Astarion once more. “Try me!”

The game continues, the four of you taking turns tossing Gale’s book just out of his reach, laughing each time he comes so close only to have it snatched away again. He’s trying to remain calm, but you can see the growing frustration mixed with amusement etched into his features. He darts from one of you to the next, his hair becoming more tousled, his shirt slipping from his shoulders, and his eyes flashing with a determination that’s far too intense for something so trivial.

Finally, Gale has had enough. As the book soars from Astarion to Shadowheart again, you see a shimmer in the air. A ghostly hand, glowing faintly with arcane energy, appears out of nowhere and intercepts the book mid-flight, catching it gently and cradling it in its palm before drawing it back to Gale.

The camp goes silent for a moment as he holds up the book triumphantly, a smug smile plastered across his face. “Mage Hand, my dear,” he announces grandly, as if he’s just solved the most complex puzzle in Faerûn. “Sometimes, a little magic goes a long way.”

There’s a collective groan from the group as you all boo him, playful jeers and shouts filling the air. “Oh, come on, that’s cheating!” Karlach protests, throwing her hands up in mock indignation.

“You really had to bring magic into this?” Astarion rolls his eyes dramatically. “Honestly, Gale, I thought you were above such cheap tricks.”

Shadowheart shakes her head, sighing theatrically. “And here I thought we were having a fair game.”

You, however, step up to Gale, arms crossed but a smile tugging at your lips. “I can’t believe you just used a spell to win a game of keep-away,” you tease, unable to hide your amusement. “What, couldn’t stand losing to me?”

Gale looks down at you, a playful light dancing in his eyes as he steps closer. “It’s not that,” he murmurs, leaning in just enough that his voice drops to a whisper meant only for you. “I simply needed an excuse to finally catch you.”

Before you can respond, he leans forward and presses a quick, soft kiss to your lips. You melt into it, momentarily forgetting about the game, the others, everything but the warmth of him.

Behind you, there’s an exaggerated gagging sound from Astarion. “Ugh, I’m going to be sick,” he complains, though you can hear the grin in his voice.

“Get a room, you two!” Karlach chimes in, laughing loudly.

Gale pulls away with a smirk, still holding his book, his gaze never leaving yours. “Next time,” he says softly, “perhaps you’ll think twice before trying to steal from a wizard.”

You roll your eyes but can’t help the smile that breaks across your face. “No promises,” you reply, and though he groans, you can see the warmth in his eyes, the way they soften just for you. And that’s worth more than any game.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

poor rizzard. Hope you guys enjoyed it!! - Seluney xox

Keep this moonmaiden caffeinated x

[luminouslywriting]

BoB headcanon! What sort of long term goals/challenges do you think the boys would like to accomplish with their significant other? Like a DIY project, sports, gardening, etc.?

A/N: Hello darlings! I have decided to grace you with a request since I'm dealing with a horrible head cold still and need some fluff! Enjoy! Note that the gif belongs to foreverthe80s and my requests are open!

Dick Winters:

-He's got a garden for sure

-It's his pride and joy; vegetables and fruits, an apple tree—the whole nine yards. Every Saturday, he wants to be outside and tending to it with you and he'll even help you plant all your favorite flowers.

-World's nicest front and backyard goes to you two

Lewis Nixon:

-He has a goal of visiting all 50 states while he's with you

-This means either doing road trips, flights, or even boat rides. It doesn't have to be done quickly, he just wants to travel and see the country with you.

-His goal is to get a picture of you two kissing in every state haha

Ronald Speirs:

-DIY project extraordinaire

-He's constantly bringing home random project materials and just being like, "let's make a wreath or let's build a bird-house."

-It's random AF and probably lowkey related to kleptomania haha

Buck Compton:

-Two words....BOOK CLUB

-This man wants to do a spouse/SO book challenge where you read a book together and then get together and talk about it haha

-He wants to hear all of your thoughts on Pride and Prejudice or Guys and Dolls lol

Carwood Lipton:

-His big project is building you a pool and making your house a dream-house

-He does the entire thing himself and doesn't hire it out because he wants it to be something that he gives you

-And it takes a LONG time for the house to be all the way finished, but you're both very happy with it when it's done

Joe Liebgott:

-I can't explain why but I know that in my soul, he's a man who gets really randomly into couples' golfing and tennis??

-Like make it make sense, okay? But the point is that he wants to do matches with you and compete against your other couple friends

-It becomes a monthly competition in the summers

Donald Malarkey:

-I can't explain it but he's invested in making a scrapbook with you that you both add entries and photos to

-His only rule is that the photos have to be in the moment, not posed

-It makes for a full life document haha :)

Eugene Roe:

-He wants to build an outdoor gazebo for your flower garden

-He does all the landscaping in the backyard and you're the one who plans out how you want everything to look

-It's a project years in the making and he's very happy when it's finally finished!

Bill Guarnere:

-He wants to fix up an old car from the 20s for you two; and so you'll work on it together and he'll teach you how to do things with it

-The agreement is that for an hour every Saturday, you two will work on it together, fixing it up and making it look nice

-And then you'll go and put that backseat of the car to good use haha

Joe Toye:

-He wants to film all of the special and important moments in your life and so he starts an "important moments video diary"

-This includes the wedding, when you announced that you guys were having kids, big moments in your life, etc.

-And then he wants to eventually put it together for a wedding anniversary present montage

George Luz:

-Absolutely wants to do a stand-up comedy show with you at some point and so he starts scripting it out and it's great

-He takes you to shows to get inspiration and then starts prepping for a day when you two finally get to do your own

-Yes, it's a weekend Vegas show that only goes for like a month; he's thrilled

[sweetnsour1]

10:53:01

Fluff, Bakugou x fem reader

Part 1 of 2

“You’re kidding.”  

“Why would I be kidding?” His tone had shifted. You could hear his brows and eyes furrowing at the strangled laugh you had shakily exhaled. 

“How did you find out?” He had to be fucking with you. 

“Um, the mission briefing...like usual?”  

“What?” Shit, so he wasn’t fucking with you. You blinked away tears of frustration already threatening to leak into your voice. Stupid. 

“Huh?”  

“So, you’re really leaving?”  

“Have to, beautiful.”  

“But...” 

“Yea, I know. I’ll miss you too.” His tone was getting softer with every awkward response you choked out. 

“No, I mean...” You let the words trail off. It wouldn’t be the first time he’d forgotten the meaning behind this quickly approaching date. Your brain couldn’t even craft a way to bring it up without whining. You couldn’t do it. “Just be safe, okay?” 

“The hell do ya think I am? I’m always safe.” 

“Safer than your version of safe, please.” Your tone was firm as it delivered the familiar words, a ritual every time he left for a mission.

The memory of the first time you’d made the request came to you easily. He was in the doorway of your office, backing out, bumping his wide shoulders into the frame as he failed to smoothly exit. Red spread across the skin directly below his mask. You had thought you had overstepped, maybe he was upset that you questioned his performance. Your head had tilted to the side in confusion when instead he only said, “Yes, ma’am.” He landed a smack against the head of the blonde hero snickering behind him as he walked off, mumbling something about shutting up.  

“Mmm.” You smiled. Maybe he was thinking of that day too.  

“‘Mmm’ isn’t a promise.” 

“I’ll be back before Saturday. Promise.” 

“Back with all the parts you left with.” 

“Ya gonna’ love me less if I don’t?” His words were obviously being spoken through a smile now, or a smirk more likely. 

“Depends on what you lose.” A part of you melts at the chuckle let loose in your ear.  

“Bullshit.” 

“Mhmm.” You’re quick to agree but want to hear him laugh again. “If you come back hurt, I’ll just kick your ass for not listening to me.” 

‘What if I come back without an ass?” His laugh is cut short as you hear a familiar voice inform him how that would be highly unlikely to count as coming back safe. The tone on the other end gets harsher as he tells the man with him to mind his damn business. You roll your eyes at the familiar sounds of bickering bubbling between the two heroes. You pull Katsuki’s attention back to you as you catch the sound of Deku’s mediating attempts only pacifying Todoroki.  

“Don’t you have a flight to catch?” 

“Yea.” You quirk an eyebrow at the leftover hostility worming its way into his conversation with you. He hears it too, coughing back to a gentler version before he continues. “I’ll see you Saturday, beautiful.” 

“See you Saturday.” Your words fall forward in a mumble towards the screen already reminding you that you’d ended the call. Fuck. Fuck. 

“Fuck.” 

You rolled your head forward; thankful it was still early enough in the day to start making all the calls you’d need to. You did a few of those dumb square breaths that your therapist swore by. It was annoying that it helped. A feline reminiscent stretch was the only other action you took before opening the most frequently used document saved on your phone. The twinge of regret at the sight of the bright orange header was promptly shoved aside as you began scrolling down to the vendors’ contact info. By the third call, you had quite a script ready to go as soon as someone picked up: Hello, sorry to bother you right before closing. I actually have you guys booked for the event tomorrow night. There’s been a change of plans and I would like you to deliver the (whatever they were in charge of) to (whatever organization could use it) as a donation instead of delivering anything to the venue. After that, it was always a short confirmation of details before you dialed the next number on the list.  

The biggest loss was the venue...no, that was wrong. The biggest loss was not being able to get Bakugou’s birthday right AGAIN. You really weren’t sure anymore if the blame was with you or the universe or maybe Bakugou was a villain whose only agenda was to thwart your birthday attempts. Well, you were pretty sure it was you, but it was way past ridiculous at this point. His birthday had been a disaster or disaster adjacent every year since you’d started dating.  

There was the first one where you got flustered when he had the audacity to go for the first kiss, getting you flustered enough to drop his gift, a very not waterproof limited edition and vintage All Might card, off the bridge and into the river. The next involved a mistake where you accidentally had Kirishima drop him off at the wrong address...not realizing there were two locations for the restaurant you two had your first date at. The one after, you ended up hospitalized for just a few days, missing his birthday completely because your dumb ass didn’t wake up in time. Although he technically had spent it with you, you just weren’t conscious. You both had work the one after that, so not really your fault on that one. But you did forget his present at the office and so ended up giving it to him the day after, so that part was your fault. 

He was always annoyingly understanding about the trouble you ended up causing on the one day every year that you wanted to be the least troublesome. He would just laugh it off, thanking you for an unforgettable day. He’d call you cute or sweet or a menace. He’d say his birthday wasn’t anything to stress about.  

His words would be so much easier to accept if he didn’t seem to feel differently when it came to your birthday. He never gave a gift late or damaged or less than perfect. He never messed up the date or time or location. He never forgot any part of his plans or goals for the day. It was always irritatingly more than what you would’ve imagined or expected. Not that birthdays were a contest, but...if they were, you were fucking losing badly.  

You slid your phone further across the counter after your last call. This was supposed to be the year you got it right. You’d even enlisted a dangerous amount of help for a surprise party: Kirishima to keep Bakugou from finding out, the head assistant at their agency to get the scheduling information just right, Mina was charged with the guest list, Kaminari and Sero were assigned the entertainment (with final approval from you after a near x-rated disaster). You even had Midoriya help you decide on a present.  

Everything was finally going to be perfect. You were so determined. You had even stupidly begun to feel safe in your victory. The party was supposed to be tomorrow. And now, he wouldn’t be back for nine days. Fuck. Fuck.  

“Fuck.” 

You pawed at your phone again, sending a quick text to Mina so she could notify the guests of the cancellation. You were already exhausted from the last half hour of calls and just wanted to crawl into the bed that was now dumber and colder and emptier than it was supposed to be. Before burrowing, you sent “code yellow” to the One Brain Cell group chat, following the ridiculous list of emergency code phrases made up by Kaminari. You didn’t think you’d end up using them, but here you were.  

You then finally set your phone aside for real, pretending to set the urge to sulk along with it. This was part of the job. He was needed and that was a priority...helping people should come first (and it always did). Even if a selfish part of you, that seemed to get louder every time he was called away, wanted nothing more than to convince him to stay. The man you were in love with wouldn’t just give up his purpose or his morals like that. Not even for you. It was admirable. As a hero, you loved and respected that. As his girlfriend, it made you feel more jealous and selfish than you would ever admit.  

You would just have to not suck next year.  

Inspired by the request sent in by @mentallyablaze-writes

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