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PEDRO PASCAL Saturday Night Live | October 21, 2023

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This right here… is bd!frankie morales

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It’s the real life 💪🏼 emoji! 🫠

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I'm so in love with his eye crinkles 🥺❤️✨️

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Pedro Pascal as Special Agent Ortega in the unaired pilot of The Sixth Gun [PT. 1]

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girls r like "but he's my comfort character" and then it's literally the most emotionally traumatized man you have ever seen ever

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by your side : m.h

with time passing, your condition is becoming more of an apparent struggle to cope with. after a particularly hard day, you confide in Miguel about their future together and what it could be.

wc: 771 requested: by a very sweet person, whom I wish brings a sense of comfort during this time warnings: mentions of blindness and losing eyesight

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Opening the door to the apartment, Miguel calls out your name, his ears perking in anticipation of hearing you respond. Strangely, silence follows.

“Carino? You here?” With a sense of urgency, Miguel stalks toward the bedroom, expecting to find you simply curled up with a blanket over you, fast asleep. But as he peers into the bedroom, no one is there to greet him with quiet snores.

Backing out of the bedroom with a heavy sigh, Miguel finds himself checking the other rooms, his heart beating faster with each step. "Y/n? Where are you, baby?" He can hear the desperation in his voice as silence ensues. "Lyla? Where is Y/n?" He asks his AI who appears before him with her head hanging low.

Repeating her name again with confusion, Lyla forces her gaze to meet Miguels. "I'm really sorry Miguel," The AI starts, aware of the rapid pace of his heart only increasing. "Y/n is at HQ, in the medical bay." She explains, and within moments Miguel finds himself back at HQ, stalking the corridors.

"Miguel, I thought you left?" Jessica notices Miguel passing by with his brows furrowed, but the anger not quite meeting his eyes.

"Y/n's in the med bay." Miguel comments, keeping his eyes fixated on the signage in his view, finding his feet moving faster to burst through the doors.

Other Spiders in the room continue working, not daring to bat an eye at the sight of Miguel approaching the only bed with a curtain drawn. With a stoic look, Miguel pulls the curtain back and his shoulders sink upon the sight of you curled up on the bedding with your head buried in your knees.

"Mig?" You quietly speak up, lifting your head up to reveal redness around your eyes. "I'm, I'm really sorry," You start, but Miguel pulls the curtain behind him, allowing you as much privacy as a place like this can provide.

Wrapping his arms around you, Miguel rests his chin on the top of your head, feeling your body tremble. "Did it happen again, mi amor?" He dares question, knowing each day was becoming an increasing struggle.

"Yeah, everything was just a bit too blurry and I didn't see the stairs." Wincing at the memory of being found, you were unable to fully decipher who it was helping you up and to the hospital. Tears rise back to the surface with the memory.

Hushing softly, Miguel moves to sit down on the bed with you. "I've got you, carino." He mutters into your ear, pressing a chaste kiss to your temple before holding you into his embrace.

"I spoke to a Doctor today," You sniff loudly, moving out of Miguel's arms hesitantly. "nothing more, nothing more can be done." Your voice is void of emotion as the words leave your lips, but Miguel can hear your heart breaking.

Your lip begins to tremble as your eyes meet Miguel's, taking in his reaction. "Let's go home." He tells you, helping you out of the hospital bed before generating a portal for you to leave together.

Once home, Miguel helps you to the sofa. "Would you like tea, or something stronger?" He rises to his feet, only to find him tethered to you with a tug of his hand in yours.

"Please don't go." You whimper.

Complying, Miguel sits back down by your side and squeezes your hand in his. "I'm not going anywhere, never." He assures, but there's a look of doubt written in your eyes. "Listen Y/n," It was a rarity to hear him say your name rather than the numerous pet names he has coined for you. "I am going to find a cure for this, I will reverse the effects, understand?" His hand rises to cup your cheek, wiping away stray tears with his thumb.

"What if this is it?" You shrug. "I'll never see our children, I'll be in a world of darkness as voices guide me." You could see the hurt across Miguel's face. "I'm scared." You whisper. "Of what's next, Miggy."

"I know," Miguel nods, now bringing you into his lap. "but I'm here, and I always will be no matter what happens." He assures, peppering your face with kisses. "I promise you Y/n."

Lifting your head up, your lips find his. The kiss is heartfelt, portraying your love and sadness about everything. "You'll help me if I fall?" You whisper into his lips, your eyes remaining closed.

Miguel breathes a laugh. "I'll always be there to catch you, mi amor. No matter what." He tells you, knowing the future is blurred for you both, but he'll never leave your side.

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it’s actually so offensive that i’m not wrapped up in joel millers arms right now

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me, a supposed writer, when i can’t find the very specific scenario i made up in my head in any fanfic: am i- am i supposed to write it myself??

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really crazy how much i’ve imagined this fic. like it’s soooooo imagined you wouldn’t even believe. not writing it though

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How come your masterlist doesn't actually link to any of the stories?

hi anon! I’m not too sure- on the app there doesn’t seem to be any issues but I know on a laptop/web browser it won’t link (I think there’s too many links on there, but I don’t really have the time rn to make a new masterlist) hope that helps!

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PEDRO PASCAL 💪🏻 | via davidhigginslondon

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few more hours? : w.m

with wanda heading out on another mission, the pair of you decide to make the most of the night you have (just fluff my friends) 1k wc

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“Are you sure you have to go?” You pout, hearing Wanda chuckle to herself whilst she finishes plating dinner for you both. “I mean, Tony already has Steve with him, does he really need both of you?” You continue with your weak argument, knowing it was futile. 

Turning around with a frown, Wanda places the dishes in front of you both. “Y/n,” She trails off as you lower your gaze, nodding before she can finish her sentence. 

“I know, I know.” You mutter, Wanda squeezes your hand lightly, the cool feeling of her rings into your palms soothing your thoughts temporarily.

“I just miss you when you have to go on these missions, that’s all. They just seem to be more frequent than before.” You shrug it off, not wanting to make a big deal of it, especially not tonight. 

Resting her hand on your chin, she lifts your head up to meet her gaze. “Hey,” Sadness tinges her voice as her eyes meet yours. “I’ll be gone for a week, that’s all.” She tries to assert, watching you nod. “But I’m here tonight, so let’s make the most of it, yeah?” 

You smile half-heartedly, unable to stay sad for too long when she’s around. “Alright, I’ll find the facemasks.” Sparing her a kiss, you rush off to find the resources you'll need, leaving Wanda to shake her head at your antics.

*

"And you like things like this? Singing and dancing?" Wanda tries to furrow her brows, though the mask sets them in place whilst the film plays on. "I just don't get the appeal, my love." She huffs.

Rolling your eyes, you remove yourself from her embrace. "Well, I grew up on these kinds of films, just like you did watching sitcoms, you know?" You explain, yet Wanda still remains unconvinced. "You know, I think I still remember a dance or two," With a smirk, you rise to your feet despite Wanda's protests.

"It's okay, I believe you." She protests, but you simply shake your head and stand alongside the screen as the film comes to the final scene.

"I might be a bit rusty, so don't judge." Wanda squirms at your stretches, and without warning, you start to dance along to the end sequence; evening going as far as to sing along. "-all in this together." Your voice croaks, nothing quite like the in-tune version from the screen.

Standing up, Wanda tugs your hand, bringing you into her lap back on the sofa.

Puffing lightly, your eyes gleam up to her. "So, whatcha think of that?" You ask, trying to hide your growing smile at her evident disdain.

"That was certainly," Wanda pauses. "something." She nudges your side, feeling you squirm beneath her.

"You know, when we first met I thought you were, well, intimidating." Now, looking up into her eyes, all you see is the joy she radiates. To think how far from the truth you originally were. "I'm pretty sure Clint had to force me over to at least say hi." You groan, thinking back to that memory.

Bringing her hand to your cheek, Wanda laughs quietly at that memory. "I remember it a little differently," She shrugs. "but I am glad you did say hi all those years ago, darling." Leaning in, her lips brush over yours sweetly, trying to memorise every movement.

Patting your thigh, you moan in annoyance as she pulls away. "I wanna take this off," She motions to her face, the mask how having cracked in several places. "so we can get back to that."

"I won't argue with you there, babe." You reply, following her into the bathroom.

Returning to the sofa, Wanda opens her arms for you to curl into her embrace as she drapes a blanket over you both. With a hum, you bury your face into her chest, blissfully ignorant to the film having restarted whilst you were out of the room.

Running her fingers through your hair, you're unable to resist the lull of sleep coursing over your eyes.

Sensing you're drifting off, Wanda hums quietly. "You know, when I first saw you, I thought 'How can something be so beautiful in real life'." Reminiscing, Wanda glances down, hearing you snore lightly. "And it's something I still wonder to this day, even if she snores."

The musical continues to play on in the background as Wanda's eyes begin to grow heavy and eventually rests her head on yours, sleep overcoming her.

*

Yawning loudly, the warmth across your back causes you to stir. "Wan?" Lifting your head up, you wish your phone was within reach as Wanda's mouth hangs wide open whilst she remains asleep. "Babe, what time is it?"

Without warning, Wanda wakes up on high alert. Such high alert that she shoves you off of her and only realizes at the sound of a thud below her. "Shit, Y/n, you okay?" Quick to help you up, Wanda peppers kisses across your face.

"That's one way to wake up." You respond, reaching for your phone, eyes widening causing Wanda to tense. "Now I don't want to panic you," You trail off, too late to stop Wanda from grabbing your phone.

Swearing profusely, Wanda begins to rush around the room, collecting her belongings. "Tony is going to kill me." Wanda yells, frantically redressing which you have to admit, is an amusing sight.

The redhead furiously flips her hair out of her face with a huff. "Wan, it's fine, I'll text Tony, and say you overslept." You reason, but Wanda shakes her head.

"I'm never going to live this down." She groans loudly, now having gathered her items she hurries back to your side.

Bringing your arms to wrap around her neck, you allow Wanda a moment to catch herself before kissing her. Your lips mold together, a sense of longing interlacing into both of you before you pull away first. "I'm gonna miss you." You admit, resting your forehead against hers.

"You better keep out of trouble 'til I get back, okay?" Wanda jokes, squeezing you tightly, wishing she didn't have to let go.

"I can't make any promises. But stay safe, and keep Tony in line." You add, giving her one last kiss before she rushes for the door, hearing her phone ringing as she departs.

Now standing alone in the absence of Wanda, your gaze catches sight of her hoodie over the back of the sofa.

Picking up the soft fabric, you slip it on over yourself, wrapping your arms tightly before curling back up on the sofa. With a content sigh, you can't help but wish Wanda was the one holding you in her arms, rather than her hoodie.

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when steven has the suit on and rolls up his sleeves to show off his strong forearms>>>

when steven fixes his suit mid-fight bc he's proper like that>>>

WHEN STEVEN HAS THE SUIT ON AND TAKES JUST THE MASK OFF>>>

WHEN MARC IS WEARING THE MR. KNIGHT SUIT AND DOESN'T KNOW HOW TO ACT>>>

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seems legit

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That’s Emmy nominated Pedro Pascal to you. With three personal nominations, including lead actor in The Last of Us, guest actor in SNL and outstanding narrator for Patagonia.

Congratulations to the hardest working man in the industry. 

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twitter limiting the amount of tweets you get to read per day is ridiculous but if tiktok limited the amount of videos people got to see per day it would be the biggest win for mental health since ssris