#guys i swear that like all of this is NORMAL

[paucubarsisimp]

Hector teaching reader to drive?

That would be pure chaos 😂

driving lessons

pairing: pablo gavi x reader, pedri x reader, hector fort x reader, pau cubarsi x reader

summary: in which your boyfriend tries to teach you how to drive

warning: none

tagged: @barcapix, @universefcb, @nngkay, @joaosnovia, @ilovebarcaaaa, lmk if you want to be added to the taglist!

a/n: since i got a request for both pau and hector, i decided to also add pablo and gavi! lmk how it is 💕

𝐩𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐨 𝐠𝐚𝐯𝐢

it was a beautiful saturday afternoon, and you were in the passenger seat of pablo’s shiny car, already regretting your decision to let him teach you how to drive. you’d been together for ages, long enough to know that when pablo said he was going to teach you something, it usually ended in chaos.

“alright, princesa,” pablo said with that cheeky grin of his. “ready to finally learn how to drive?”

you raised an eyebrow, feeling the weight of impending doom. “you’re gonna teach me? you? the guy who drives like a maniac?”

“hey, i’m a professional,” he said, flashing a wink. “trust me, amor, i got this.”

“i don’t know if i trust you after the last time we went to the grocery store and you almost crashed into the shopping cart,” you replied, crossing your arms over your chest.

“that was a one-time thing,” he said with a wave of his hand, starting the engine. “now, enough talk. let’s go. you’re gonna be a pro in no time.”

you looked out the window, doing your best to suppress the panic rising in your chest. “if i survive this, i swear i’m going straight to therapy.”

“you’ll survive, princesa. just trust me,” he said, hitting the gas a little too enthusiastically. the car lurched forward, and you immediately grabbed onto the seatbelt like it was a life raft.

“pablo!” you screamed, eyes wide. “slow down!”

“slow down?” he laughed, clearly enjoying the chaos. “this is how you learn, amor. full speed ahead! feel the car. it’s all about feeling it.”

you felt your stomach drop as pablo swerved around a corner, going way too fast for comfort. “i think i’m feeling death, not the car!” you gripped the dashboard, your knuckles turning white.

“no, no, you’re doing great!” pablo said with a grin. “you just have to be brave, princesa. bravery is key in driving!”

“pablo, bravery doesn’t involve going 100 on a side street,” you argued, looking out the window at the rapidly approaching curve. “you’re gonna get us killed!”

“no, we’re fine,” he said, completely relaxed as he shifted gears. “now, hit that turn. don’t be scared. i believe in you.”

you gulped. “pablo, if i hit this turn, we’re gonna die.”

he shot you an exaggerated look of disbelief. “i thought you loved me, amor? trust me. we’ll be fine.”

you braced yourself and, somehow, by some miracle, you didn’t die as pablo took the turn with alarming speed. the car screeched as the tires fought for grip, but somehow, the two of you made it.

“you see? i told you!” pablo grinned, leaning back like a proud parent. “you’re a natural!”

you couldn’t even speak, your heart still pounding in your chest. “i’m gonna be sick,” you whispered, taking deep breaths. “this is not normal. i can’t believe i trusted you.”

“princesa, you survived, didn’t you?” he teased, glancing over at you. “you’re a legend.”

you shot him a look that could melt steel. “if you keep driving like this, you’re gonna make me legend—as the girl who died in a car accident with pablo gavi.”

he laughed, as if he’d just told the funniest joke in the world. “you’ll thank me later, amor. when you’re driving like a pro, you’ll remember today fondly.”

“i’ll remember today in therapy,” you muttered, still holding on to the seat. “i swear, if i make it out of this car alive, i’m never getting in it again.”

pablo looked over at you, his grin softening just a little. “you’re gonna be amazing, princesa. and i’ll be right here with you, every step of the way. just trust me.”

you sighed, feeling the adrenaline finally start to wear off. “i’m trusting you… but if you crash us into a tree, i’m blaming you forever.”

“deal,” pablo said, giving your hand a quick squeeze. “but you’re gonna be the best driver ever, amor. mark my words.”

you weren’t so sure, but somehow, in that moment, the chaos didn’t feel quite as terrifying with pablo by your side—even if he was still driving like a maniac.

𝐩𝐞𝐝𝐫𝐢

you were gripping the wheel like it was the only thing holding you together. the car jerked forward, and pedri’s hand shot out to the armrest, eyes wide.

“¡joder!” he muttered, looking like he might pass out from the tension. “what the hell was that?”

you shot him a panicked glance. “i don’t know, i swear this thing has a mind of its own.”

pedri tried to steady himself in his seat, holding on like a lifeline. “okay, okay, no panic. just… breathe, alright? this is not a race. we’re not trying to break any records.”

“i feel like i’m already going to break the car,” you muttered, eyes darting from the road to his face.

“just… just go slow. no need to floor it like you’re being chased by a toro.” his voice cracked a little, and you couldn’t help but laugh at how dramatic he was being.

“i think you’re the one panicking, not me,” you said, trying to focus, but the car lurched again as your foot slipped.

“¡madre mía!” pedri yelped. “i swear you’re making gavi look like a pro driver right now.”

“hey!” you frowned, momentarily offended. “gavi’s awful at driving.”

“exactly,” pedri said, holding his stomach as if he were about to get whiplash. “but you’re giving him a run for his money.”

“no way, i’m way better than him,” you said, trying to steer but swerving a little to the left.

“no, no, no,” pedri said, his hand shooting to the dashboard as if he could stop the car by sheer willpower. “we’re not doing this. take a deep breath. turn the wheel gently, like you’re guiding a puppy across the street, not sending it into the wild.”

“puppy?” you blinked. “pedri, this isn’t a walk in the park.”

“no, no, but you need to guide the car, not fight with it,” he said, face a little pale but still trying to sound reassuring. “i know you’ve got this. just pretend you’re driving to get ice cream, nice and easy.”

“i’m not sure i can handle ice cream with this much stress,” you muttered.

“¡madre mía, qué locura,” pedri groaned as you swerved again, narrowly avoiding a parked car. “how do you even do this without a panic attack?”

“i’m just trying not to hit anything!” you said, now more focused on not crashing than on listening to his instructions.

“i think we’re both going to have a panic attack before we even make it to the corner,” he said, half laughing, half terrified. “seriously, next time we’re practicing in a parking lot.”

“i don’t know if i’ll be ready for that,” you said, your voice laced with frustration, but you managed to get the car moving straight again.

“we’ve got time,” pedri said, giving you a soft smile despite everything. “you’ll be fine. just… take it easy. no need to drive like we’re in a high-speed chase.”

you tried to focus, but then you shifted gears a little too suddenly and the car jerked again. “oh god, i’m sorry. i didn’t mean to—”

“¡mierda!” pedri shouted, grabbing onto the armrest again as the car bumped over a small curb. “this is worse than the time we tried to make paella together.”

“we both know that was your fault,” you said, trying not to laugh. “this is definitely not the worst thing that’s happened.”

“yeah,” he said, voice strained, “but the worst hasn’t happened yet. i’ll be okay once we’re out of this death trap.”

“you’re being dramatic,” you muttered, but you could see him squeezing his eyes shut. “pedri, i’m sorry. i didn’t mean to—”

“no, no,” he interrupted, opening his eyes to give you a teasing look. “i should be the one saying sorry for even getting in this car. i think i’m gonna be traumatized for life.”

you let out a shaky laugh, starting to feel a little more comfortable with the situation. “okay, i think i’m getting the hang of it. i just need to, y’know, stop trying to kill us.”

“well, that would be a good start,” he said with a wink. “let’s get to the end of the street before we both need therapy.”

you both shared a laugh, though you could feel the tension still in your shoulders. “i don’t know if i’m ready for another lesson.”

“don’t worry,” pedri said, his voice soft. “we’ll take it slow. one day at a time. and maybe next time, we’ll let gavi teach you. he can make it interesting.”

“i never want gavi near my car,” you said quickly, giving him a teasing smile.

pedri grinned. “yeah, maybe you’re right. he’d probably drive it into the ocean or something.”

you both laughed as you finally made it to a stop sign, and for the first time that lesson, you felt like maybe you were finally getting it.

𝐡𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭

hector slid into the passenger seat with a cocky grin. “alright, let’s do this. i’m about to teach you how to drive like a pro.”

you raised an eyebrow. “you’ve had your license for a week, hector.”

“exactly!” he said, beaming. “i’m basically a master already. trust me, i got this.”

you started the car, and the engine roared to life. hector immediately jolted in his seat, his hands flying up like he was about to brace for impact. “whoa, whoa! easy! easy on the gas! you’re gonna send us to the moon!”

you barely pressed the pedal, but he was already gripping the armrest. “i’m not even going fast,” you said, trying not to laugh.

hector’s eyes were wide. “look, i drive fast, but you? you’re like a wild animal in the driver’s seat! slow down, okay? smooth, controlled. like a professional.”

you smirked, giving him a side glance. “you sure you’re not scared?”

“scared?” he said, leaning back and trying to act cool. “i’m just… concerned for our safety. you need to be more precise, like a football pass. control is key.”

you pressed the gas just a little more, and the car jerked forward. hector’s grip tightened. “no! no, no, no! slow down! i’m not ready to die today!”

you chuckled. “you’re dramatic. i’m just getting the hang of it.”

“dramatic?” hector shot you a look of panic. “you’re not getting the hang of it, you’re about to send us into a ditch!”

you eased off the gas, trying to calm him down. “alright, alright. but don’t pretend like you’re not terrified.”

hector gave you a nervous smile. “i’m not terrified, just… cautious. you’re like a wild stallion behind the wheel. i’m a pro, but you? you’re a disaster waiting to happen.”

you laughed. “well, i guess that makes you the one who’s scared.”

“i’m not scared!” he said, but his hands were still gripping the seat. “just… aware of the danger.”

you couldn’t help but grin as you kept driving at a steady pace. “yeah, yeah. i’m the danger, huh?”

hector sighed dramatically. “please, just—no more surprises. i’m doing this for you, alright? just… don’t kill us.”

you smiled, trying not to laugh. “no promises.”

𝐩𝐚𝐮 𝐜𝐮𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐬𝐢

it was a bright, sunny afternoon when you decided to finally face your fear of driving. after months of avoiding it, today felt like the day. your boyfriend pau had been encouraging you for weeks, always reassuring you with his calm demeanor and gentle smile. but you were still nervous.

“you ready, mi amor?” pau asked, settling into the passenger seat with a soft, reassuring smile. his eyes sparkled, but you could see the slightest hint of concern behind them.

“i think so,” you answered, feeling a flutter of nervous excitement. “but i’m not going to lie, i’m a little scared.”

pau’s expression softened. “it’s okay, mi vida, i’ve got you. we’ll take it slow. i’m not going anywhere.” he gently placed his hand on yours, squeezing it for reassurance.

you nodded and adjusted your seat, trying to calm your nerves. you’d practiced a few times already, but this felt different. this time, pau was with you, and somehow that made it feel more real.

“okay,” you said, exhaling deeply, “foot on the brake, and then start the engine?”

“that’s it, cariño,” pau said, his voice steady and soothing. “just take your time. we’re not in a rush.”

you pressed the brake, and the car roared to life with an unexpected growl. you flinched, gripping the steering wheel tighter than you meant to.

pau’s eyes widened, his hand instantly flying out to the dashboard as if to brace himself. “ay, dios mío!” he exclaimed. “did you start a jet engine or the car?!” he looked at you, a mixture of shock and amusement on his face.

you laughed nervously, trying to regain composure. “i’m sorry! i didn’t mean to scare you.”

pau took a deep breath, trying to calm himself. “it’s okay, mi tesoro. just—no need to startle us both, alright?”

you chuckled, trying to focus. “i’ll try my best.”

“okay,” pau continued, voice soft. “now, slowly take your foot off the brake, and gently press on the gas. nice and smooth, like you’re petting a little bunny.”

“a bunny?” you looked at him, confused.

“sí,” he said, nodding seriously. “soft and gentle. you don’t want to hurt the bunny, cariño.”

you bit back a laugh, trying to keep your focus. with that strange, yet oddly comforting image in mind, you pressed the gas gently.

instead of smoothly gliding forward, the car lurched, and you both shot forward a little too quickly. pau’s hand shot out again, gripping his seat like it was the only thing keeping him grounded.

“oh my god!” pau yelled, his eyes wide with panic. “what did we just do? are we in a race now?!”

“i didn’t mean to!” you were trying to keep the car steady, but you couldn’t stop laughing.

“mi amor, we’re not in a race,” pau said, his voice full of mock horror. “slow down, please! i’m too young to die!”

you tried again, taking the gas much slower this time, but the car jerked forward again. pau yelped, clutching the seatbelt like it was the only thing keeping him alive.

“you’re killing me, cariño!” pau shouted, his eyes wide. “i feel like i’m on a rollercoaster! are you sure you’ve done this before?”

“i swear, i’ve practiced!” you laughed, feeling a bit more relaxed despite the chaos. “it’s just… different when you’re in the car with me.”

“i know, i know,” pau said, his voice shaky but trying to stay calm. “but maybe… just pretend we’re driving through a cloud, okay? smooth and soft. think of it like… walking on marshmallows.”

“walking on marshmallows?” you raised an eyebrow, but you were grinning.

“sí,” pau said, his voice serious but still with a hint of humor. “soft and gentle. like marshmallows. no bulls, no rollercoasters. just marshmallows.”

you laughed, trying to focus and get the car under control. this time, you pressed the gas even more gently, and the car moved forward with a little more grace. pau let out a long, relieved sigh and finally looked at you, giving you a nervous but proud smile. “there we go, mi solcito. that’s more like it.”

you felt a small sense of accomplishment, but it didn’t last long. as you turned the corner, you hit the brakes a bit too hard, causing the car to lurch again. pau’s hand shot out again, and he almost yelped.

“okay, okay,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper, “i think i need to go home and take a nap after this. i’m not prepared for this kind of stress, mi vida.”

you couldn’t stop laughing. “i swear, i’m really trying!”

“i know, i know,” pau said, giving you a soft smile. “you’re doing great. but just… no more rollercoaster rides, okay?”

you carefully parked the car, though it wasn’t exactly the smoothest stop. pau looked at you, his hand still gripping the seat, but his eyes were soft. “we survived,” he said, laughing nervously.

you both laughed, the tension from the lesson slowly melting away. “thanks for being so patient with me, pau. i swear i’ll get better at this.”

“mi amor, you’re already doing amazing,” he said, brushing a strand of hair from your face. “you just need a little practice. i believe in you.”

you smiled, feeling a warmth in your chest. “i think we both survived this lesson, thanks to you.”

pau leaned in, giving you a soft kiss on the cheek. “next time, i’m bringing a crash helmet, just in case. but honestly, i wouldn’t want to do it with anyone else.”

you grinned, squeezing his hand. “next time, i’ll try to drive like we’re on marshmallows.”

pau laughed, nodding. “i think that’s a great plan, mi chiquita.”

[suzukiblu]

Thank-you sentences for u-h-h-g-h behind the cut; "Tucker is having a normal one". (( chrono || non-chrono ))

“So like, what happens when they take the glasses off?” Playboo Centerfold asks. “We got a backup plan for that?” 

“Yeah, don’t sweat it, they literally never do that, ‘cuz then they couldn’t see ghosts,” Tucker replies, still very urgently trying to get his brain back online with . . . very limited success, he is not gonna lie. Zero success, one might say. Un-success, even. 

“. . . as in the fake hacker ghosts that are fake and hacked?” Haunted Sex Symbol asks skeptically. “Those ghosts?” 

“No, like, literally any ghost whatsoever,” Tucker clarifies. “None of the GIW’s agents are even a little bit liminal. Actually if you test at all ‘ecto-contaminated’ they not only won’t hire you, they’ll probably lock you up.” 

“. . . huh?” Spectrally Spicy asks, looking way confused. 

“Oh, yeah, ghosts are actually like a real actual thing��like I don’t know how in the loop you are here but it seems to be a limited amount, so yeah–but like, not-dead people can’t see them,” Tucker says. “Like it’s fine if you’re mostly alive, but you do also have to be, like, at least a little bit dead. Like just one drop of dead, never mind my shitty choice of phrasing there. But yeah I swear I’m not a crazy person, or at least I’m not making this up: ghosts are actually a real actual thing and the GIW wears the glasses ‘cuz they can’t see ‘em without ‘em and they don’t wanna get turned into ghost-kibble. Because ghosts are actually a real actual thing, I swear.” 

“No, yeah, obviously ghosts are real,” Poltergeist Porn Star says, rolling his eyes like he thinks Tucker’s being ridiculous. Which is admittedly sort of a relief but is also sort of annoying, because look, Tucker is speaking from experience here and the “experience” is that nobody outside Amity Park ever just believes you about frickin’ ghosts being frickin’ real, okay? “But like I have seen ghosts before, and I was definitely not dead at the time?” 

“That is crazy fascinating and I wanna hear all about it over that coffee later,” Tucker says, because even if Honey-Haunt is being a little bit annoying right now, he still looks like the second coming of Elvira, so Tucker is magnanimously willing to forgive that. Though he does make a mental note about that “at the time” in there. Like, just that might explain some things in this situation, maybe. “But generally yeah, no, you gotta be dead or dead-adjacent enough to count to see ‘em, thus the glasses and all the tech contained therein.” 

“Your glasses don’t look like theirs at all, though,” Mister Right Now says with a frown. 

“That would be because I don’t need tech to see ghosts, I just need it to see farther than three feet in front of my face,” Tucker replies matter-of-factly. 

“. . . wait, are you dead?” Big Boo asks, squinting doubtfully at him. 

“Like literally or percentage-wise?” Tucker asks. “‘Cuz either way the answer is ‘enough to count’, but yeah.” 

“Oh, okay,” the Spirit of Naughty Penthouse Letters Past says. 

Well cool, then, dude took all that real well, Tucker figures. That’s convenient. Like very convenient and very helpful, too. Usually the “convincing people he’s not insane” part takes up a lot more time. 

Though it is real friggin’ weird the guy apparently just . . . could see ghosts already, somehow? Like obviously now that he’s had the ecto-spa treatment he’s gotta be ecto-contaminated enough to, but that should very much not have been a thing pre-ecto-spa treatment. Like it very much should not have, yeah. 

Though if it was a thing, well–yeah, that’s another thing that might explain some things in this situation, maybe. 

So yeah Tucker is very much gonna need that coffee date to chat it up on that one. That is just very much gonna have to be a thing. 

[alicia-18]

Second Choice — Eminem x Reader

Summary; Y/N was used to being a second choice to everyone, so it didn’t surprise her at all when Marshall broke off their situationship in order to give things a try with Kim again. But she was surprised by the emotions that came with it.

Warnings; this fic will include mentions of domestic violence (not between Em and Y/N), drug and alcohol abuse, adult content, swearing, idiots in love, and moments where you hate both Eminem and yourself :)

Chapter One; Keeping things normal

You hadn’t expected to see Marshall that day. He hadn’t been at the studio for an entire month since he went back in Detroit, starting from the day he officially ended things with you. It wasn’t like you guys were anything serious anyways, you hadn’t ever even been in a relationship with Eminem. Sure, once you started sleeping with him, you stopped entertaining anyone else, but that was just because you were far too busy with your album to have more than one guy on the go. And yes, after a couple months of your entanglement, Marshall had even stopped seeking out other females. But neither of you told the other that. That would have made things far too complicated considering you both were signed to Aftermath Entertainment and Dre had warned you multiple times about mixing work with pleasure. But you both had waved him off, claiming that wouldn’t be an issue as neither of you were really that invested in the other.

Boy, do you wish you’d listened to him now. Because almost tipping your coffee over him would have been mildly less mortifying if you hadn’t began sleeping with him. Both Proof and Dre didn’t bother hiding their chortles as you both collided — you were on your way out whilst Em was on his way in. You had managed to get the coffee over just your shirt and the floor, missing Marshall’s white top completely.

“Fuck that shit is hot!” You cursed, and immediately peeled your shirt off to get the hot liquid that was seeping through it and burning your chest off of you. This left you standing in just your low rise jeans and black laced bra for the three men to see. Oblivious as usual, you didn’t see the various looks the men gave you as you squatted down and mopped up the little puddle of coffee from the floor.

“Jesus Christ woman.” Em cursed, before peeling off his shirt off and thrusting it towards you as you stood. You furrowed your brows at him, baffled by the act.

“What are you doing?” You questioned, not taking the fabric. He frowned before placing it directly in your hands and taking a step away before you could give it back.

“What am I doing? What are you doing? Tryna give everyone a free show and shit.” His words shot an unexpected wave of confusion through you. Why the hell should he care if you were giving out free shows or not? Who was he to say what you could or couldn’t do?

“Grow up, it’s just Proof and Dre.” You scoffed with a lighthearted chuckle, chucking his shirt back at him and putting your coffee cup down. You walked over to the sink and began running the stain under water.

“It seems like keeping things normal is going well, Slim.” Proof joked, earning a stern stare from his childhood friend. Not that he cared, he never was one to mince his words or conceal his opinion.

“Why wouldn’t things be normal?” You asked, turning back around and crossing your arms. Both Dre and Proof stared at you like you were being thick, whilst Marshall’s jaw seemed to be set. Neither men looked lower than your face, but that didn’t stop him feeling wildly uncomfortable at you being in your underwear for them and anyone else who walked in to see.

“‘Cause yall have been getting all kinds of freaky for months and now ya ain’t.” Dre said like it was completely obvious. Which it was, of course. But your defence mechanism had always been to act as if nothing ever affected you. It was how you managed to be stood infront of them both shirtless.

“Dre man—“ Eminem began, but you were quick to cut him off. You wouldn’t have the narrative be you were being left behind like some abandoned puppy. You were a strong woman, you didn’t need a man to feel secure in life. You didn’t want to appear like you needed anyone’s pity.

“Oh please, it was only a few months. I ain’t no obsessed little girl.” You rolled your eyes, laughing as if their insinuations were completely unbelievable. “For real though, I don’t want you guys making it awkward. Em and I had our chat, we’re all good. I just don’t want you assholes making things seem deeper than it was. ‘Specially if Kim starts showing her face round here.” You chuckled at the end, though mentioning Kim seemed to be a mistake as Marshall straightened up. Both the other men momentarily flicked their eyes to him, preparing for the explosive response most people received when mentioning his wife.

Instead, he threw his top back to you, which you instinctively caught, and chuckled slightly. “What she said, man. Ain’t nothing deep.” He shrugged, pulling out a chair and sitting down. “But as your friend, Y/N, that bra is too small for you. We’ve all been able to see the top of your nips the whole time so unless you want the whole studio seeing, just wear my shirt.” He smirked as he spoke, the expression only widening as you gasped and rushed to pull the top over your head. It was far too big on you, but atleast you weren’t fully exposing yourself now.

“Well, thank you for that, buddy.” You emphasised buddy, which made Dre and Proof stifle laughs, and left the room with your coffee.

“You ain’t slick man.” Proof cackled with a shake of his head. Marshall shrugged, leaning back in his chair and lifting his feet up to the table.

“Dunno what you’re talking about.” He denied.

“Em you know we couldn’t see shit, you just didn’t want her walking around in a lacy bra.” Dre pointed out, though Marshall just leant back further in his chair with his eyes closed and arms behind his head.

“Shut up, man.”

MASTERLIST

[a-vibing-potato]

Ignoring how angsty they are, 5x3 and 5x4 of Supernatural are SO GOOD for me as a Castiel and Destiel supporter like oh my gosh

5x3:

Dean gets jumpscared by Cas in the mirror

The turn around and the fucking LOOK. OH MY GOD THE LOOK. Gay fuckers I swear. Dean looking Cas up and down and looking SPECIFICALLY AT HIS LIPS with his babygirl eyelashes and they're lowkey breathing each other's air and-

"Cas, we've talked about this. Personal space?" Like WHEN did you guys talk about this! WHEN did you have TIME

"My apologies" and the step back :(((( I'm just a slut for characters saying apologize/apologies instead of just sorry

Cas is so curious for Sam <3

"Give me one good reason why I should do this." UM, he literally rebelled for you? He was killed and died for you? He's the reason you got to see Sam right before he killed Lilith? He's the only way you got away from Raphael alive? Need I name more? You just owe him one dude.

"Because your Michael's vessel and no one will dare harm you." "Oh, so I'm your bullet shield." I mean, yeah, that too

"I need your help because you are the only one who'll help me. Please." BABY MY HEART SWEETIE

Dean leaning away from Cas' touch and Cas' confused look and Dean going "Whoa. Last time you zapped me someplace I didn't poop for a week. We're driving." yes please

(Also the excitement I had for Cas being passenger princess was UNREAL)

Cas' genuine belief that they can tell the truth and people will understand and believe them. Honey, I wish so much for you :(

DEAN HAVING A FAKE ID FOR CAS???? LIKE WHY??? HOW??? WHEN DID YOU HAVE THIS MADE??? BECAUSE CAS SEEMS SUPER CONFUSED LIKE HE DIDN'T POSE FOR AN ID PICTURE BUT THERE HAS TO BE AN ID PICTURE RIGHT??? HOW WHY WHAT WHEN WHERE-

The tender readjusting of Cas' trench coat and shirt collar to get him prepped for interviewing the sheriff <333

"Because that's how you become the President." Did I ever mention how much I love Dean?

Dean introducing himself as FBI and Cas being absolutely ZERO EMOTION OR DESIRE TO TALK OR DO ANYTHING

The ID being upside down

Dean flipping it right side up and saying that he's new <3

CAS LOOKING AT HIS OWN ID CURIOUSLY. BABY JUST WANTS TO KNOW HE'S SO SWEET AND PRECIOUS.

Cas sitting in peak dissociation until he blurts out that angels and demons are causing this. Like honey you haven't talked in ten minutes and showed no desire to do so, why now lol

"What did he say?" "Nothing." "Demons." *look at each other* "Nothing." "Demons."

Dean's pointed look at Cas, clearly telling him to shut up. "Anyway..."

"He's down at St. Pete's." "St. Pete's." Baby thinks he's being so helpful lol. You're doing great, sweetie <3

"Just an empty vessel." Dude that's literally still a human. Like that just makes me think of referring to all humans as empty vessels, because, I mean, they are all just potential vessels waiting to be filled.

"So is this what I'm looking at if Michael jumps in my bones?" and Cas' response being basically "Nope! It'll be worse :)"

"Where've you been?" "Jerusalem." Great, just normal Tuesday things lmao

"You keep saying we're gonna trap [Raphael]. Isn't that kinda like trapping a hurricane with a butterfly net?" and Cas' response being "Nope! It'll be worse :)" Part 2

"Do we have any chance of surviving this?" "You do." LIKE YOU DON'T??? (I FLIPPED MY SHIT WHEN HE SAID THIS)

"So odds are you're a dead man tomorrow." "Yes." AND YOU'RE JUST CHILL ABOUT IT??? YOU JUST DIED AREN'T YOU SCARED!

"Well. Last night on earth. What are your plans?" "I just thought I'd sit here quietly." Stop he's so real for that

"Booze, women?" AND CAS IS SO FLUSTERED POOR THING HE'S SO INNOCENT I CAN'T DEAN YOU'RE MAKING HIM UNCOMFORTABLE

"You have been with women before. Right? Or an angel, at least?" AND THE UNCOMFORTABLE NECK RUB LIKE NO WHY WOULD HE HAVE BEEN? WHEN WOULD HE HAVE DONE THAT? Dean Winchester, do you really think Cas would've done that?

"Look, I've never had occasion, okay?" Yeah, and that's totally fine baby like that fits your life story and character arc, no need to be embarrassed

"There are two things I know for certain. One, Bert and Ernie are gay. Two, you are not gonna die a virgin. Not on my watch. Let's go." aka the GAYEST sentence of all time. I wish the next scene was them fucking dirty on the mattress because oh my GOD, DEAN

POOR Cas in the strip club, he looks close to tears, probably shaking. Sweetheart... he does not belong here. The autism doesn't like the club and the gay doesn't like the women lol

"This is a den of iniquity. I should not be here." BABY not to mention being somewhat of an ex-ANGEL in a strip club. That's fucking rough.

POOR CAS chugging that beer like it's his lifeline. He's also probably never really drank too much if at all before, so a lot of firsts for baby.

His begging, pleading look to Dean when he's about to go with the stripper :(

THE SCREAM?? And Cas looking a little disheveled with his trench coat coming off his shoulder a little bit <3 but also poor babe, couldn't even get his JACKET off before he got pushed out of bed

NOT CAS USING THE GIRL'S DADDY ISSUES AS FOREPLAY

"This whole industry runs on absent fathers." STOP

This being the hardest Dean's laughed in years <333 (and that's the story of how Cas got banned from a strip club :))

Cas's Enochian chanting >>> plus "I'm here, Raphael. Come and get me, you little bastard." is this honey's first time cussing??? or am I just forgetting some other time? Just feels like something he doesn't do.

CAS CALLING RAPHAEL HIS LITTLE BITCH

Cas looks so fucking beautiful riding in the passenger seat like the princess he is <3

5x4:

Cas standing on the side of the road, talking to Dean on the phone but a car goes by

"What???? What?! I didn't- I didn't get that." one of my FAVORITE Cas moments I've seen so far (and this is counting ALLL the spoilers I've seen for like season 9+) because his entire voice changes!! He drops the deep voice AND the gravel and is all high-pitched and ADORABLE and it makes me wonder if the gravely deep voice IS his actual voice or if he just puts it on for show. My headcanon is he just puts it on to sound more powerful but BABE.

THE quote of all time "This isn't funny, Dean. The voice says I'm almost out of minutes."

"I'll be there immediately." "Whoa, I've got stuff I need to do!" "What stuff?" Cas is so ready to roll lmao

"I'll just wait here then." Poor baby :( Dean hung up on him :(

"Why not go get washed up for the orgy?" WHAT??????? WHAT?!?!?!? AFTER LAST EPISODE WHERE HE WAS SO EASILY FLUSTERED BY SEX??? ORGY??? MY BOY

"What are you, a hippie?" "I thought you'd gotten over trying to label me."

End!Cas IMMEDIATELY understanding and knowing what's up with Dean

My favorite part of the entire episode: His SMILE and his GIGGLING and oh my gosh he's just so HAPPY and sweetheart <333

"no dice"

"Are you stoned?" "Generally, yeah." (With giggling!)

(Talking about torturing people) "No, that's good. Classy." *End!Cas laughs* "What? I like past you." (ALSO forgot to mention but I LIVE for the vibes of End!Cas in his ratty-ish lowcut shirt and baggy pants and just laid back energy, and in this scene specifically adored him propping his legs up on the table :) like our 2009 Cas would never do that)

"Are you saying we, uh, walk in straight up the driveway, past all the demons and the Croats, and we shoot the devil?" "Yes." "-Okay."

"Are you coming?" *End!Cas sighs* "Of course."

"He's coming." "-Okay." (Also one of my favorite things about End! Cas is every time he asks a question, End!Dean says some answer that End!Cas obviously thinks is wrong and kinda stupid, but End!Cas immediately just responds with okay before End!Dean has even hardly finished his sentence. He goes wherever his boyfriend goes <33)

Cas driving???? I mean, it's End!Cas but still. And taking pills ON THE ROAD?!

"It's the perfect antidote to that absinthe." Icon, honestly

"But when they bailed, my mojo just kind of— psshhew!—drained away. And now, you know, I'm practically human. I mean, Dean, I'm all but useless. Last year, broke my foot, laid up for two months." he's so chill about it though, like I hate this for him but also relatable queen

"So you're human. Welcome to the club." "Thanks." (genuine)

"Why the hell not bury myself in women and decadence, right? It's the end, baby. That's what decadence is for." Once again, ICON

"Why not bang a few gongs before the lights go out? But then that's, that's just how I roll." That is NOT how you roll but I love you

CAS SAVING DEAN FROM ZACHARIAH YES PLEASE

"That's pretty nice timing, Cas." "We had an appointment." (and Cas' genuine smile!!! He missed his boyfriend and couldn't wait for their date :))))

[moondrafts]

. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁ Targeted

MODERN AU!

── ⊹ ࣪ ˖ Killua Zoldyck x fem!reader .ᐟ.ᐟ

Disclaimer!: Mentions of swearing, drugs, violence, explicit language. GON AND KILLUA ARE AGED UP!

⤷ Act I —chapter 1 of the targeted series

chapter summary: In which Killua is assigned to assassinate.. a broke college student..?

“so.. pretty boy am I the target of your affection or your assassination hm?

“shut the hell up idiot.”

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note: this is my debut post :D I’m actually so excited to start this series!!

This actually took me like three days to write because I was procrastinating so bad lol

let’s see if I can finish this before my lack of interest finishes me~ happy reading!! <3

…

“she looks like a complete weakling..” The man mumbled as he ran his hand, though his white spiky hair and sighed “you know what my job is correct?” he asked impatiently seemingly already annoyed by how easy the target was.

“assassin, one of the finest out there I wouldn’t call you for no reason..” the old man chuckled it was surprised the guy was still alive. He was in his 70s and still alive and kicking. but to Killua his job was nothing more of a chore. He didn’t enjoy it so why the hell was this old man ordering him to kill a weakling..? she must be important somehow. Killua sighed and crossed his arms, flexing his muscles, through his compression shirt before raising an eyebrow at the old man “bounty?” he asked bluntly. He didn’t sugarcoat things clearly that was evident. “pardon?” the old man gestured for the young man to repeat himself perhaps he was just getting old and more deaf by the second “I said her bounty I assume she has one since you’re the one recommending me to assassinate the poor soul..” Killua explained as he leaned against the wall, crossing his arms and staring at the old man in the suit with his blue eyes that never faltered even once.

“I believe her bounty.. is about 2.5 billion..” the old man finished with his tone casual. Killua’s eyes widened a little bit he wasn’t surprised at the bounty after all his targets were usually people with huge bounties on their heads, but how can this weakling earn such a bounty as 2.5 billion..? it baffled him. “the hell did she even do?” The young man, inquired his gaze slightly curious he wondered how can such a weakling have such a high bounty, she didn’t look insane. She didn’t look crazy. She didn’t look like she came from a mental facility. She looked normal now that was unusual.

“did some crimes here and there, but I have my own reasons why I want her dead…” the old man replied with a sudden pale look he didn’t bother telling the young assassin. The reasons why he wanted her dead in the first place Killua chuckles idiotically “you piss me off old man you aren’t telling me what the reason is aren’t you?” he questioned irritatingly. He was desperately curious to why the hell such a weakling had such a high bounty on her head. “isn’t it obvious? Respect your elders” the old man glared at him This young man was such a fine assassin, but he was an actual headache. Killua rolled his eyes slightly for a 19-year-old He was acting like a kid. “do we have a deal Killua..?” the old man questioned though the young man looked uninterested and bored the old man sighed “I’ll offer you twice the bounty..” Killua’s expression, never faltered, though he tilted his head to the side “ 4.5 billion..? Eh? Make make it 8..” he requested as he yawned seemingly bored the old man could only shake his head in exasperation before nodding

“i’ll have the girl assassinated soon..”

He declared pushing himself off the wall before walking away steps, light and calculated, stuffing his hand in his pocket to grab a cigarette bud, as well as a lighter out of his sweats before lighting it the flame igniting, and smoke rushing out of the cigarette as he walked down the alley.

“tsk stupid old man.. asking me to kill a weakling..”

He muttered as he looked at the screen monitor. There was multiple screens, with a total of four screens. One monitor was open towards Instagram. He wasn’t active. He was barely active on social media. He wasn’t really a social person nor a people person, and of course he had to be stalking her.

He was going to kill her. How else was he supposed to assess his target? (Name) ivory.

He opened up Instagram, his mouse clicking on the profile, The screen lit up with her profile picture and various photos with a following of 5K. And his eyes landed on the various amount of photos she had taken of her smile he momentarily froze in his chair his eyes softened ever so slightly as a red tint spread across his cheeks..

if he wasn’t an assassin, and if he wasn’t out to kill her he would admit she was so pretty no… not the right word beautiful her smile was so warm She had a the most perfect silhouette and her beautiful crimson eyes in his eyes she was perfect no perfect for him—wait no he wasn’t supposed to admire his target. “Ah fuck me..” he mumbled as he held his red blushing face. His ears were red. he felt like his face was burning up with a fever. His heart was pounding uncontrollably what was happening to him? He never thought he could feel these feelings for anyone. Her smile was just so adorable..

Wait, why was he blushing over a weakling?

He shook off those thoughts as he tried to maintain composure again,thus failing to do so therefore he had to click off of Instagram because that’s how bad this weakling was affecting him… he hated it

…

“so why the hell are you guys getting another roommate again?” Killua asked in sudden curiosity as he continued to sip his coffee everybody that knows this kid’s family is filthy rich to even be on school grounds so safe to say— why the hell was he on a university campus? To visit his best friend, and two weirdos at least one of them is a weirdo.

“Well.. that’s because someone can’t afford to pay the dorm fees, isn’t that right?” The blonde glared that the male across from him in an expensive set of scrubs his tone more like passive aggressiveness than anything. “KURAPIKA!! I’m not that broke..! I’m just in very deep debt..! the guy with scrubs yelled an irk mark appearing on his forehead. He was about to get gray hairs from these aggravating little shits especially those two not the Revelette he was a sweetheart sometimes.. “will you two just act civil for once?” the Revelette Gon warned the two. He shook his head in exasperation. These two were no better than actual high school students he was surprised they both even made it to college at least Leorio with his attitude. “ just give it up Gon those two haven’t changed since high school and we all know that..” Killua snickered he was telling the truth he remembered the day when they first all met, it was his sophomore year. He really wasn’t aiming to make any sort of friends honestly it wasn’t until he met Gon and these two weirdos at least one of them in his perspective. “so.. have you guys met somebody who would be willing to keep up with your asses besides me?” Killua asked abruptly. Gon looked at him, almost offended, but he was used to it. He couldn’t help whatever came out of the albino mouth. “HEY!! who the hell are you calling an ass?” Leorio yelled angrily. While the others ignored him. “ yeah we did meet somebody… I’m surprised somebody was actually willing to take up that room. It really isn’t much for a university student you know?” Kurapika expressed his curiosity for the new roommate they were getting. “All that matters is that we found someone who could help pay for the dorm” Gon sighed in relief. They had spent over two weeks, trying to find somebody who could fill that spot and they were thankful they found one. “actually I invited her here with us today because she hasn’t met Kurapika or Leorio and I guess she’ll meet you since you’re here Killua.” Gon said awfully being awfully cheerful about this situation She? She’s female? I wonder how she’ll react living in the dorm with a few guys especially these ones. Killua thought

It wasn’t until he heard the café door swing open, and he got a glimpse of those crimson eyes before hearing heels, tapping onto the floorboards of the café.

Shit.. are you really serious right now?

“it’s nice to meet you all. I’ll be your new roommate for the next semester I’m (name) ivory..”

The female introduced herself and then their eyes met his cold icey, blue eyes crashing with her blood, red crimson eyes that’s when Killua knew, he was probably going to fuck this up so bad..

©moondafts 2025

[emilsendo]

YAMAGISHI KAZUSHI X MALE VOLLEYBALL PLAYER READER!

Type: fluff

Warnings: broken fingers(reader), swearing, Kazushi is a fool in love, panic, etc

Request: nope

Author Note: I LOVE this guy, I can’t stand why there is almost none of works with him 🧍‍♂️

INTRO

Yamagishi and you have been a couple for 2 months now, he is VERY proud of you and brags about you at every turn, especially Makoto, who pretends that being alone doesn't bother him (it does, it pisses him off). One day he took his Mizo Mid Gang buddies to one of your matches. Everything was going perfectly until a powerful serve from the opponent literally broke your fingers. (Poor Yamagishi almost had heart attack)

"So your boyfriend isn't a porn chick? Surprising." Said none other than Makoto, his hands in his pockets as he walked right behind the bespectacled guy who was leading his friends to the gym where the match was to take place.

"Ha!? I've said more than once that I'm in an awesome relationship. It's not my fault that stupidity is deafening your ears, idiot!" the brown-haired man replied defensively, his expression filled with determination. To which Akkun, Takuya, and Takemichi chuckled. They already knew that the boy was head over heels in love with you.

Once there, Kazushi showed them the spot where he usually sits at your games. As fate would have it, that particular corner was empty, as if it was meant just for them. "Wow, this is the first time we've been somewhere on time. You're really committed, Gishi." Akkun joked, patting his friend on the shoulder once they had each taken their seats. The boy with red glasses smirks proudly at the compliment, not at all ashamed of his feelings.

The moment the players entered the court, his gaze wandered in search of you. When he spotted you, he immediately began waving in your direction, wearing the smile of a fool in love. Unable to hide your joy, you waved back with a small wink that almost made the teenager faint. (Forgive him, the poor guy is not used to it)

The rest of the audience started cheering and clapping for the players. "YOU GET IT!! YOU'RE THE BEST!" Yamagishi shouted, jumping up and down, then did a little pirouette, pointing to his back where your team's name was written on his jacket. While Takemichi and the others quietly judged him for being probably the loudest spectator on the court.

"You'll see! My guy will make your jaw drop!" Yamagishi said confidently after he sat back down in the seat, gesturing with his hands. To which Akkun rolled his eyes playfully and said "Yeah yeah, we know... He's the best of the best, basically premium class."

"Damnn, he didn't lie....Y/N is hella cool in this shit!" Takemichi said in awe, as he watched along with everyone else as you blocked one ball after another. Even if in some situations it looked like blocking was impossible.

Meanwhile, your boyfriend kept pretending to be a cheerleader in the stands, cheering you on with all his being. Not caring about the shame of the people watching him, who probably wouldn't let him live after this match.

The moment the serve fell on the opposing team's leader, the room froze. The guy was massive and had been praised by others in the school newspapers many times. After a while, there was a bang, the ball was flying straight at you, there was nothing left for you to do except try to block. You jumped up, focused, your fingers steady and stiff, although, not made of stone to remain intact after this powerful enemy serve.

In addition to the sound of an opponent's attack being blocked and the ball hitting the ground, much to the delight of your team, there was also another sound heard... Cracking.

You sucked in a painful intake of breath and your expression twisted 180° in pain.

Seeing how Y/N blocks the ball and his fingers bend unnaturally, Yamagishi goes feral. He practically jumps over the barrier, ready to storm the court, until security stops him. He’s shouting, “THAT’S NOT NORMAL, RIGHT? THAT’S NOT NORMAL—SOMEONE HELP HIM!”

"Yamagishi! You should no-..."

"STFU! MY MAN IS HURT, HOW SHOULD I NOT ACT LIKE A LUNATIC!?"

"...Jeez."

Overprotective Boyfriend Instincts Activate

– Once Y/N is taken to the medical area, Yamagishi is glued to his side. He hovers, asks a million questions, and scolds Y/N for not dodging (even though that’s not how volleyball works). The nurses have to tell him to calm down multiple times. Yamagishi will definitely pout about it later. “See? If you just let me wrap you in bubble wrap like I suggested—” He pretends to be mad, but it’s just because he hates seeing Y/N in pain.

After Y/N got his fingers treated, he helps with everything. He insists on carrying Y/N’s bag, tying his shoes, and even spoon-feeding him if needed. “You could use your other hand, but why struggle when you have me?”

He tells everyone, “Yeah, my boyfriend is so badass, he broke his fingers stopping a spike that could have killed a man.” But when he’s alone with Y/N, he’s all, “Please don’t do that again, my heart can’t take it.”

Since Y/N’s dominant hand is injured, Yamagishi sees this as an opportunity to stick even closer. He insists on walking him to school, carrying his books, and even attempts (poorly) to help with homework.

This guy will text Y/N at 3 AM: "Are you okay? Does it hurt? Do you need me to fight someone?" He won’t admit it, but he definitely lost sleep over this.

Every time Y/N winces in pain, Yamagishi dramatically kisses his injured fingers, claiming, “Medical science can’t beat my love.” (Spoiler: it doesn’t heal anything, but Y/N appreciates it anyway.)

When Y/N starts rehab, Yamagishi is torn between supporting him and wanting to wrap him in cotton forever. “You better ease into it, or I swear I’ll hide your kneepads so you can’t play.”

At the end of the day, Yamagishi is equal parts dramatic, worried, and ridiculously in love. He just wants his boyfriend safe—but he also thinks you're the coolest person on earth for your dedication to volleyball.

[unreadpoppy]

i've seen too many people talking about the bg3 fandom dying within the a year and i do have to ask...have y'all never been in another fandom before???

[dreamsy990]

drew some of my fav ody designs! wasnt originally meant to be also replicating the styles but thats sort of just how my brain works. except i didnt copy the lineart styles of anyone here so its DEFINITELY a bit uncanny for a couple of these (LOOKING AT YOU QINNY IM SO SORRY) but whatever

the designs featured here (from left to right) belong to: me, @gigizetz, @neal-illustrator, @irunaki, @bigidiotenergytm, @qinnyanimation, and @foopsie-daisy

[curiouscatastrophe]

On my bullshit once again, this time with @outkclassed's ford labs au!

I love him :) I was supposed to connect him with some wires in the back, but I have too much fun with him being modular!! Rearranging his ass!! He's contemporary art now <3

You can't be mean to him because he is only three apples tall 🥺🥺

and of course, his place of honor

[mayo-productions]

I hate this guy get him OFF my screen immediately /affectionate

[yellowballoondogs]

Everyone jokes about Scott summers being a cheater but like (and I swear I’m not defending cheating) he was at the lowest point of his life both physically and mentally. He went through severe psychological trauma that messed up his powers and his relationship. He went to a licensed therapist and friend, one who had helped his friend (Bobby Drake) in the past.

They didn’t even have physical sex. It was all telepathic and pushed by his therapist as “sex therapy” to fix his relationship. (and it wasnt even Emma to Scott it was a mental hallucination of Jean by Emma)

He said several times that he didn’t want it, even saying and I fucking quote “I don’t feel safe here”. And even after he was pushed into the “therapy” later on when given to chance to get hanky panky with Emma physically he declined.

I’m not saying Emma was a rapist or Jean was in the wrong for initially being piseed the fuck off but I am saying Scott was a victim and to consider his therapist making advances on him and pushing him into telepathic sex therapy to make him a serial cheater…. Yeah no

And I don’t wanna hear any shit about Jean kissing wolverine.

The x-men are all a bunch of fucked up traumatized 20 something’s with undeveloped brains and concussions living in a soap opera where giant robots and the government try to genocide them every week all while balancing powers they never asked for that usually threaten themselves or those around them and being hated for it. None of them should be expected to act like normal sane people, it was fucked up therapy and a little smooch, they’re fine.

[committingcrimes-2047]

I'm thinking about Vander x reader- im thinking about a story where they are maybe childhood friends and then they end up fighting on the bridge together but get separated and no one knows where Reader is so they assume theyre dead only for them to show up a year later.

Imagine Reader showing up at the last drop as its closing and Vander has his back to them and tells them that hes about to close up shop and they just sit down and maybe ask for a super specific thing that they always used to order and he like turns around and realises its them and it goes from there.

I know people are in agony with the new season so I thought I might as well throw some silly little ideas out into the wild. Please tag me if anyone writes this- not because its my idea but because im desperate for more Vander please and thank you.

[thegreatyin]

the world's least normal trio of ambition protagonists

[sheetzking]

Compilation of random hakuoki stuff ive done over the last month because ive been replaying the games👍

idk if anyone sees my visions here idek if theres a fandom here ?? hey guys😌

[realtapiocafan]

"notice me senpai"

ok, that was originally a joke, but then i kept on scrolling through ja'marr's instagram and these three keep on popping up in his likes again and again. like. on almost every post. it's hilarious.

they don't even do the same shit with justin or joe! ja'marr really is THAT bitch!

(also ja'marr DOES follow malik and jayden back. but not brian 😔)

[skitskatdacat63]

Fernando Chair Lore: 2013 edition(no lore, just pics haha):