#Roy’s Motel

[williammarksommer]

Roy's Motel

Route 66 series

Hasselblad 500c/m

Kodak Ektar 100iso

[illusionstravels]

roy's motel & cafe, amboy, california

[bettythemouse]

Hi all! New tumblr account after a few years, trying to get back to writing! I mainly do romantic headcannons or imagines for male fictional (cry) characters and I’d like some requests so pls send some suggestions my way to help me get started 💝

[roadsidepeek]

Enjoy the silence A stop at Roy’s Motel and Cafe with a few days left in 2022. Glad you restocked your gift shop and shirts @visitamboy and see you again soon. Amboy CA #roadtrip #roadsidepeek #roadside #roys #motel #cafe #amboy #cali #route66 #worldinmyeyes https://www.instagram.com/p/CmvHgOUL6rA/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[tumbling-dyce]

Kourtney Roy, Sorry, no vacancy, no. 1, 2019

[supermarketcrush]

need someone to redraw the gone girl poster with shiv and tom

[z3nitsusgf]

paper bag

roman roy | reader

tw: fem!reader, toxic relations, manipulation, l*gan roy, romann is sick in the head, Roman says a slur (unsurprising), dog motif, teasing, dirty talk, ooc roman bc he's scared of pussy irl, this shit long af I’m sorry, backwards storytelling bc I’m inconsistent

The room is sticky. Sweltering in a post-august heat. The box fan churns and spits out whatever puffs of air it can muster, but the both of you still sweat on the linens of the motel bed.

The walls are stained from years of misuse and neglect, tinged a dirty yellow. You can’t tell if it’s oil or something more debauched that clings to the plaster, probably the latter.

It’s late into the night, too late for anything to be open and too early for it to be acceptable to up and leave. So the two of you are rooted here, stuck till daybreak.

The sounds of people arguing, a car horn blaring, and the buzz of fluorescent whir through your head. There’s a small box TV, it fizzles and pops every time you try to change the channel. Gurgling in a pre-2000s war cry. You could almost laugh at the circumstances.

You wonder how the fuck you’ve managed to snag New York’s brattiest billionaire, even more at how you’ve convinced him to fuck you in a shitty motel just outside of Hell’s Kitchen. Or to even fuck you at all, you only know rumors of his… strange bedroom endeavors.

You stifle an un-humored chuckle, Roman is lying like a royal Persian cat across the bed, shirt long gone and covered only in his boxers. A brand you've never heard of laces his hips, something expensive and out of reach. Just like most of him.

“What?” He asks, head resting on a closed fist. He draws shapes on your leg, neat nails dragging along the soft skin. He likes the smell of your lotion, something girlish and fresh like linen. Almost like something Shiv would wear, or a nanny from his memory. All he knows is that he likes it.

“Nothin’, just thinking.”

He likes your accent. It reveals your upbringing, obviously not the stupidly refined wealth that Roman inhabits but something humbler. It’s a little rough around the edges but not crass. Your words are straightforward and clear, unlike his family's. The bubbling words they offer to air up a conversation, you cut straight through that.

“Thinking about what?”

You give a smile, taking a long drag of your American Spirit and tipping your head back to blow it up to the stained ceiling. The smoke curls and swirls around before dissipating into nothing. He's not used to the smell, it gives the air a hint of pine-tinged outdoorsy aroma. Warm, comforting, familiar, and terrible all at once. Like something Logan would smell like when he came home, on the rare occurrence Roman was around him long enough to get a whiff.

“How I just bagged the Roman Roy, and how it’s gonna look in the papers.”

You joke, obviously. You’d never tell your endeavors to the pressing public or the sneaky little journalists that gripe for your small breadcrumbs about the family. Even if it is technically your job.

Roman hums, “Waystar son indulges in debauched acts with local journalist slut.”

He makes a gesture with his hands, eyes lighting up and going wide. A dopey grin rested on the plane of his cheeks, a row of sparkling whites glimmering under the citrusy glow of the lamp.

“Fuck you.”

You kick him haphazardly in the chest, his laugh rings around the room like a bell. Roman grabs your ankle, curling his fingers around the bone and yanking you down towards him. He’s uncaring of how you slip down the headrest, watching how you squeak and mumble small profanities.

“Prick could’ve dropped the ashes on me.” You mumble, not serious in the slightest.

“What would your father say?”

You snip, reaching down and dragging a hand through his hair, tussling the already licked-up sweaty strands. He practically melts into your touch, eyes closing and lips parting at the contact. He memorizes how your nails feel on his scalp, visualizing the soft pink of your polish running through the strands.

It feels good to have you touch him so effortlessly. As if he was nice to hold and caress, something soft to be sentimental with. Not a bad dog locked in a kennel for once but allowed to curl up on the bed.

But that's exactly what he is, isn't he? He is the dog that sleeps on the floor at the edge of the bed. Curled in on himself, happy to just be close. Nosing at the sheets, contempt with the presence of its owner. Even if he's cold, shivering from the floorboards - you just being there is enough to keep him warm. The few pats on the head allow him to sleep through the night. He is the dog that never leaves your side, sitting off to the right of you and waiting.

He lets out a bitter giggle, a small grimace twitching his lips. It hides the shimmer of despair that is pooled in his head.

“He’d probably be glad I got some pussy for once. Maybe he’ll stop calling me a fag.”

He laughs when he says it, even though a part of you knows he’s dead serious. You've come to learn he always is when it comes to his father.

The sadness cuts through the raunchiness of his words and you fight off the frown that wants to stitch itself across your face. A part of you wants to reach out and mend together the brokenness, another wants to pull out your journal and backlog it for later. A rotten, benign part of you wants to take this man apart and study it to smithereens.

Roman doesn’t say much, surprisingly. He’s reserved in his intimacy, holding back all the love and care that he wants to pour out. He's been starving for decades, yearning for a love that won't come. He's resigned to the fact he is broken. Besides, he’s not here to cuddle up to you for anything more than to get you to not publish your story on the Roy’s. You're both fighting for the same thing, just on different sides.

You respond the only way you knew how, “Fuck, that’s really fucking depressing.”

Roman admires your brutal style, honesty is a rarity that he treasures when it comes. It's why he noticed you in the first place, your articles about the wealthy family in the tabloids caught his eye. Especially the ones about him -it sounds different when you say it, not like you're vying for an undercut but like you're genuine.

He laughs.

You both laugh. Tipping your heads back and howling with laughter. He's got tears in his eyes, and you can't breathe.

///

“Not really your cup of tea, huh?”

You teased, flinging off your shoes and laying on the questionable sheets.

He gives you a snarky grimace and raises a brow, “Careful, you might get scabies or a fucking STD just from breathing in the air.”

It’s not the sort of place you’d expect to see Roman Roy occupy. You can hardly even wrap your head around the fact he’s here now. You imagine the Roy in lavishness, draped in silken white and cashmere. Sipping champagne from a crystal glass brought by room service. Watching the glittering of New York from a floor-to-ceiling window on the billionth floor of a hotel that costs your entire paycheck for just one night.

No, you can’t even pretend that Roman doesn’t look completely out of place here. With his no-tie, popped collar, Tom Ford wannabe pretentious ass. He’s comically out of place. It makes you want to giggle to hell at the way he looks so uncomfortable.

A pretty little rich boy who’s never had to worry about being in anything other than a 5-star. Who now stands in a seedy motel that looks more like a crack house than the Arlo in Midtown. And in place of the champagne, he chugs your shitty beer and water bottle vodka. Cracking open a six-pack of michelob’s and cringing at the taste. It’s painfully cheap, but alcohol is alcohol.

“Come on, don’t act so high and mighty. Relax.”

You pat the empty space next to you, scooting over so he can tentatively sit. You have your thick black journal resting beside you, inside containing all the juicy details and bits about the Roys that would burn down empires and topple over conglomerates.

You’ve hidden most of it well, you’ve had to, or else you get a hit put out on you from the man himself, Logan Roy. Using different names when publishing your work, making interviews anonymous - hell, you feel like Batman with the way you work in the shadows.

Roman inches onto the mattress, eyeing the notebook at your side. He knows, vaguely, what it contains. The secrets, the stories, untamed facts about the company and his family. Usually, he wouldn't give a rat's ass about what a snoopy little journalist had to say about him and his family.

He’ll admit your stuff is good, great even but it's all fluff, a buffer that fills up the sides of newspapers so they have more meat to them. And most of the time it's always the same thing; how horrible his father is, the treatment of Waystar employees, how disconnected the children of the billionaire were. But you- you dug deeper than that.

He never had a reason to look into you until now.

Your stories were revelations for the public. The lies, the coverups, the shady business that their media team works day and night to conceal. You spill it all. And now that you're gaining more traction, more popularity, they're losing revenue quickly. Business deals are turning to dust, stocks are dropping, and employees are quitting on the spot. It's making Waystar crumble from the inside out. And Logan refuses to lose from a puny little journalist, let alone a woman.

When Gerri and Karolina uncovered who was behind the articles, they wilted. If they had told Logan who you were - what you were - he would've squashed you like a bug. Completely ruined your life till you had nothing.

So they took a different approach, a softer more merciful route. They sent Roman after you, and like the loyal dog he is, he went. Mingling with over-eager, latte-sipping, pretentious journalists to get your contact info.

It wasn't as easy as he thought, more work than he wanted to put in. But regardless, he eventually a friend of a friend of a friend gave you up. Not soon after you got a very informal email from the COO, asking to meet up for an "interview" on the pretense of discussing your stories. Or your "allegations" as he liked to call it.

To say you were surprised was an understatement, you nearly passed out in disbelief. It started with meeting him on neutral ground, a coffee shop. Somewhere public and clean, nothing seedy or easily misconstrued.

And when Roman strutted into the small shop, you were very aware of how real this was all becoming. The starkness of his wealth is evident in comparison to the rest of the shop.

"Ah, if it isn't the little paper-pusher I've heard so much about."

Those were his first words to you.

“Mr. Roy, a pleasure to meet you.”

He sat in front of you, pulling off his jacket and haphazardly throwing it over the back of the chair. You're 100% sure it costs more than your yearly salary. At your words, he gives an obnoxious giggle.

“Please, don’t call me that. Makes me think we’re in some sick porno.”

You raise a brow at his crassness, “Ok.. pleasure to meet you, Roman.”

He stifles another giggle but reaches a hand across the table, shaking yours.

Once he’s pulled back he claps his hands together, “Alright, what do you get from this shithole. And don’t tell me you’re one of those hipster-loving morons who gets like matcha or some shit.”

Your eyes widen at how loud he’s being, uncaring that staff or other customers might hear his openness. You know what kind of person he is, you’re just not used to the oozing brattiness in person.

You can only gawk, “Well, um, usually I get a macchiato or just a regular cup of coffee.”

He nods, “Hmm, I see. Ok. I’ll get whatever you get. Throw in a Danish too, I’ll pay.”

You blink vigorously, “Oh no, it’s alright Mr. Roy-”

“Roman.” He corrects, giving a cheeky grin.

“And don’t worry about it, you’re not gonna break the bank with some cheap-ass coffee.”

You wonder if this was a good idea at all, but you quickly come back to reality. You’re here for business, you can’t treat this like a nightmare date from hell. Even if that’s what it feels like. So you do as he says, ordering the coffees and two danishes, even getting an extra muffin to-go.

Time quickly flew by, as much as you hated to admit it. You managed to tug the man back into the conversation you came for - Waystar. Though Roman was more elusive than anything.

Tapping on the table, leaning his chair back, and distracting you with other topics that most certainly were not work-appropriate. Like if you were just making all this fuss because you just wanted to get finger-blasted by the COO. That one made you flush and snap at him like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.

But he was so charismatic, in his own twisted way. Like a car crash, you couldn’t look away from, the smoldering flames and heated looks were more than you thought he was capable of.

After hours of talking he drew out your more playful side, the snarky little wit you don’t usually use with the people you’re working with. It was inevitable. And soon, it was late into the evening. With the coffee shop getting ready to close for the night.

“Looks like it’s time to wrap it up for the day.”

You moved to stand, dusting off crumbs from your lap. And Roman is quick to jump up, “Aw, you sure? I mean it’s not that late, wanna maybe head out somewhere?”

He’s vague with his words, you give him a smirk.

“Are you trying to get me alone with you, Roman?”

He chuckles and puts on his jacket, “Of course, I mean, how else am I gonna murder you?”

You both laugh, “Murder me? Sweet little me? What for?”

The two of you walk onto the sidewalk, the crisp night air breezing through your hair.

“We both know you’re not sweet.”

You smile, tucking a lip between your teeth. He’s magnetic, in a venomous and dark way. You know it’s wrong to do this, to get close like this. But sometimes you have to do things in order to get what you want.

“I know somewhere we can go.”

///

That’s how you got here, at least how you remember it. It’s all blurred from the copious amount of alcohol you’ve drank.

Now you have a very not sober Roman Roy on top of you.

He’s flushed, there’s pink smattering across his heated cheeks and he’s got blown pupils the size of the moon. He leers over you, his hand cupping your throat. He’s close, too close.

You can feel the curve of his lip on your cupid's bow, the prickle of his stubble. He smells like Costa Azzurra, citrusy and woodsy. It clouds your drunken brain, making you want to pant and sink your teeth into his neck.

Roman is mumbling, you can’t quite make it out but you feel the warmth of his breath across your cheek. It feels dizzying, like a waking dream.

“I’m gonna kill you. Not gonna let you leave, you’re stuck with me.”

He huffs against the warm apple swell of your cheek. You giggle at that; he feels the warmth of your laugh. The scent of lime and lone star on your breath. There’s a certain giddiness that flutters in your tummy at the words, a sick satisfaction.

One that a dark part of you craves. A feral depravity lies in between your teeth. One that aches to chew on his marrow and swallow him whole. When they trust you to completion, it makes you want to crush them completely.

“Oh yeah?”

You’re hazy. Starry-eyed with droopy lids, face hot from the alcohol and closeness. There are bruises in the shape of his teeth. Ringed purple marks that fade into shimmery blue and greens. Speckled aches across your thighs and neck - all from him. Like rabid animals fighting the very nature of their beings, you claw and tear at one another like beasts deprived.

He buries his face in your chest, trying to hide himself within it - claw his way in and sit inside your heart. Plunging his hands into your back and holding you to him like you were the only ones on earth. He kisses your skin, brushing his lips along your collarbone, down to the center. Straight in your solar plexus, like he could see through it.

As if he could see that beating organ as if he could reach in and take it.

“Yeah. Wanna keep you, like a pet or a girlfriend. What’s the difference?”

You squirm at his hot breath on your neck, the humid air making you needy. You grab his face in your hands, lifting his face up to you and pressing your mouths together in a sloppy kiss. He groans, he doesn’t even wait before he slips his tongue in. Sliding across your lips and flicking on the roof of your mouth. You make a choked sound, the feeling of his tongue invading your mouth.

You can feel the hard bulge of his cock pressing against your stomach, it makes you ache with need.

“Roman,” you pant, “I wanna fuck you.”

He hums, “Wanna fuck you too, wanna fuck your pussy.”

You moan, you want to tear him apart at the seams and eat him whole. Crack that soft apricot heart and bite down into his tissue. You bet he tastes just like it too, sweet and sugary like jam. You want to rip him to shreds, consume each sliver, and savor him like he’s raw slices of strawberries on your plate.

///

He spreads your thighs, gripping your ass in rough hands, practically moaning at the sight of your fucked out pussy. There are silvery webs of slickness that glisten along your cunt. You’re panting into the sheets, fisting them as you shiver from the cold AC.

“Jesus fucking Christ, you’re so wet.”

His thumbs graze along your swollen lips, and you twitch - whining like a puppy that wants a kiss. Hips jerking into the mattress when he grips the fat of your ass and swipes your folds.

“Look at you, so fucked out. And you still want more?”

You nod, humming breathy whimpers each time he gets close to your clit. You let out a sharp yelp when he slaps a hand across your ass, hands flailing and thighs instinctively trying to shut.

He keeps you spread, knee coming up to prevent you from ruining his fun.

“Gotta say it, babe. Can’t read your mind.”

You’re trembling, lips swollen and drooling as you try to push out the words.

“Yes, I want more.” You mumble, face buried halfway into the sheets.

He’s mean with it, pressing the pad of his thumb onto your pulsing clit. Rubbing till he hears the sloppy sound and you’re jerking away with a scampery yip.

“What was that? Couldn’t hear you.”

You could cry, wet tears pooling on your lash line. Your cunt throbs, empty and flushed and fucking aching.

“Please, please I want more. Want your cock-“

He’s groaning, yanking you back till your ass is in the air. Spine arching and you feel the brush of his cock on your folds.

“Yeah? Want my cock?” You can hear the smile in his voice, hips shaking in his hold.

His tip is kissing along your entrance, and he watches with hearts in his eyes at the way you coat him in slick. Rutting the length between your folds, dipping in to watch you clench on nothing. Wetness clinging to your inner thighs and painting your pussy a shimmery diamond-esque.

“Mmhm, want it. Want you to fuck me, want it so bad.” You moan, half brain-dead with how stupid you sound.

He giggles, high a girlishy. Slipping in fast and quick, hips jerking till he’s flushed with your ass. His pace is like a rabbit, practically humping you into the mattress. You yelp at the feeling, cock splitting you in two.

“Roman-!”

“What was that?”

You can hear the smile in his voice. It makes you whine, gripping the edge of the bed as he slams harder.

“I couldn’t hear you over the sound of you getting fucking pounded.”

You let out a moan when he hits deep. Slotting all the way, flushed against your ass. His tip is kissing something untouched inside you, sticky head brushing along the cushiony pucker of your cervix.

“Fuck you-“

You choke on your words when he bucks his hips. Slamming impossibly farther.

“Huh? Speak up, baby. Can’t hear you, your wet pussy is too loud.”

You bury your face into your arm. Biting at your lip to keep the drool from spilling over your mouth.

“How’s it feel? Feelin’ good? My little paper-pusher like how I fuck her?”

He makes you insane.

You fist at the sheets, nails digging into the soft gray linen. He’s pushing you into a pretty arch, thumbs keeping your ass spread so he can watch himself fuck your cunt.

“God, your pussy is insane.” His hips are smacking against the backs of your thighs. You’re on the verge of tears from how good it feels, you can feel the veins of his cock pulsing in you. Mouth parted and spilling sticky moans.

“Fuck, how are you so wet?” He murmurs, shivering at the feeling of your tight walls gripping along his length. At this point, his thrusts are sloppy and uneven, but the tip of his cock is still able to hit that special spot deep inside of you.

“Oh fuck, Roman, m’gonna cum-”

You absolutely lose your mind when he rolls his hips against you, scratching the sheets.

“Yeah? Gonna cum all over my cock?”

You nod, waiting for the pit in your tummy to explode. But it doesn’t come, Roman pulling out in one even jerk.

You cry out, “What the fuck?”

“If you wanna cum you gotta promise not to publish that little article of yours, babe”

You’re hazy and desperate, in the back of your mind you know what he’s doing. And it clips your chest. But the pulsing of your cunt overrides all sanity. And you’re too fucked out to even care at this point, you just want to cum.

“What’ll be, huh? Wanna get pounded till you gush over my cock, or do you want to post a dumb story about me?”

You whimper, you’re dangling on your own leash of longing. He’s pressed against your back whispering all the fucked up things he promises to do to you if you just give in. Just let go, he murmurs.

Temptation licking the back of your heels like hellfire. It doesn’t help that he’s pawing at your tits, squeezing your tender flesh like clay. Cock slipping and sliding against your sodden cunt, slick with want and need. Dripping a honey-thick desire so brutal you’d think he was a demon sent from the inferno.

“Ok! Ok, won’t post it, just fuck me! Please, Rome.”

He groans, a hearty whiny thing that makes you clench around nothing.

“Good girl, good girl.”

It’s immediate, the way he slams back in and drives home. Your sticky skin slapping against his, thighs shaking with burning effort, stretched cunt a dripping mess against his cock. You’re babbling, hands reaching back to grip his thighs, nails digging into his flesh.

It’s not long before you’re gushing, clamping down, and seeing stars in your blacked-out vision. Hearing Roman moan and whine before he’s pulling out to cum over your back. The warmth spreads over your spine. He’s shivering, thighs twitching, and abdomen clenching. It’s never felt that good before.

You both pant and heave, body relaxing into the sheets. You’re exhausted, eyes lidding and drifting, faintly feeling the sensation of a towel wiping across your skin.

“Holy fuck-”

You smile softly, eyes closed. Roman plops down next to you in bed, watching as you roll over and sit against the headboard. He’s sweaty and so very good-looking. You smile in a chagrin manner, brushing a finger against his cheekbone.

“How’s that for an interview?”

You laugh, swatting his arm.

“You’re crazy.”

He smiles at you, strangely content. A pinprick of emotions swells in his chest, and you feel that influx of rot starts to crawl its way up your chest. He’s so beautiful, that you’d hate to see him crumble when he finds out you already sent your paper to your editor to post.

But for now, you enjoy the small moment of peace between you two. You laugh and joke and keep this sweet until morning until he realizes what you’ve done.

[suzukiblu]

wip game: sext

Jason ditches them both in Prague and heads back to Gotham the long way. He doesn't answer when Roy tries calling his burner, though he does text their very small group chat a vague confirmation that he isn't dead again yet a day or three later. Kori immediately sexts him in response, but he's pretty sure that she just still thinks that's how texting works.

Look, he hasn't corrected the misassumption.

Fuck, she is just unfairly attractive all the time, though, isn't she. And even more so when he's desperately trying to avoid her and also his emotions.

Roy also sexts him, and is also unfairly attractive despite being who he is as a person. Then the two of them get distracted sexting each other instead, and Jason just lets himself pretend that they can't see his "read" receipts as he follows along.

So he hadn't been all that subtle about how much of a turn-on it'd been the handful of times that they'd gone at each other during his heat despite both being alphas, okay? Sue him. Who the fuck could've been? Not fucking Dick, that's for fucking sure.

Jason is pretty sure that he will never again see anything as mind-meltingly, panty-soakingly hot as the sight of Roy taking Kori's big fat knot in Jason's own damn heat nest and whining for it in his alpha voice while she so-sweetly told him what a good bitch he was being. Just–nope. No. Definitely not.

Jason didn't even know alpha voices could whine like that. Like, he had not been any kind of aware that was an actual thing that an actual alpha voice could actually do.

Also they were both a lot more flexible than he'd ever really let himself think about too much before.

And had a lot more . . . endurance.

So that'd all been very extremely destructive to his sanity, yeah. And his higher thought processes. And just his . . . everything, pretty much. Pretty much his everything.

Kori and Roy keep sexting the group chat with annoyingly helpful visual aids until Jason has to stop in a shitty motel just outside of Gotham and fuck himself stupid for a few hours, because they're the literal worst teammates in the literal entire world and he hates them both and also he wants both their stupid fucking knots in him right fucking now and Lian can be the flower-bearer and the ring-girl as far as he's concerned, he doesn't even care.

Bastards.

Jason catches up with the group chat, takes a very, very cold shower, and then drives the rest of the way towards Gotham. He does not check his phone even one more time, because knowing Roy and Kori he'd probably crash his fucking bike if he did.

He doesn't think about any fucking romance novel bullshit either.

[deadmotelsusa]

Could you do a post on the motel that became the Trixie Motel?

Yes! Before it was the Trixie Motel, it was called the Coral Sands Inn. I believe it was built in the early 1950s, though I have seen some reports saying it dates back to 1945. The Coral Sands was originally owned and operated by Roy and Irene Harlow. In 2000, Ruby Montana bought the motel, painted it pink and decorated it with kitschy decor, setting the stage for what it would eventually become. Very excited to add the Trixie Motel to my list of motels to visit in 2023. Photo source

[eeveebitches]

lacy. || Roman Roy || smut

Pairing: Sub!Roman Roy x F!Dom!Reader Summary: Roman inquires about your lacy panties.

Word count: 2.137

18+ only! More under the cut,

Warning(s): SMUT, aka 18+ only! Sub Roman, degradation, panty kink (roman wearing said panties) coming in pants/panties, light praise kink

Summary: You have a gift for Roman, and he seems to enjoy it.

A/n: finished writing this like... a few minutes ago so enjoy!

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He's... staring.

Quietly, with intent you have no knowledge of, Roman is staring at you as you gently put on your lacy black panties. His eyes follow the movements of your hands, watching you push your legs through the leg openings one by one. It's like he's transfixed, eyes glassed over and lips sucked in between his teeth as he observes you with a light frown.

Your partially undried skin shimmers as you pull the garment up fully, giving Roman a quizzical look. "Everything okay, Romes?" The awkward nod and 'uhuh' he gives you are unconvincing. As you grab your bra from inside the bathroom, you glance over your shoulder. 

He's just now dressed, hair tousled and a frazzled look on his face as he breaks his stare to instead look at the ground. "Are you sure? You seem a little weird," you ask as you step out of the bathroom, tactfully putting on your matching black bra. Roman's gaze doesn't leave the floor, which strikes you as a bit odd. Before you stepped out of the shower he seemed his usual, vulgarly talkative self.

"D'you even like me? Or d'you just show up to my fuckin' apartment to use my shit like some homeless guy in a motel stealing tiny soaps." 

You laugh from inside the shower, glancing through the chic curtains to watch his darkened silhouette. The sharp noise of his pants unzipping catches your attention as you scrub your body clean of pollution and sweat. "Are you seriously taking a piss while I'm showering?"

You watch the shape of his head fall back a bit, and he's fucking peeing. "You couldn't even wait a few minutes to pee? What's happened to privacy, Romes?" you ask through a laugh, continuing to foam up the luxurious soap Roman owns. You're sure that the cleaners simply replace it whenever it's almost finished, since every time you shower here it's freshly opened.

"My bathroom, my pee rules. Plus, we have weird ass no-touchy sex like, all the fucking time. Is me peeing near you really the limit? That's just weird, y'know," he rambles, and you can hear him finish up. The sound of a zipper pulling up, together with the gentle flush of his way too expensive toilet, let you know he's done. "Just get out of the bathroom before I spank you," you joke, to which he replies with a lighthearted "yes, master".

"Where'd you get the, uhh, set from?" With a raised brow you look at Roman as he fiddles with his cuticles. You shrug, grabbing an old shirt of yours from Roman's closet. "I dunno, some random lingerie place. I think I got it as a birthday present for myself, actually," you hum as you struggle to get your head through the shirt. 

It's a shirt you've had for far too long, but its softness and durability have kept you from giving it away. Well, until Roman basically claimed it for his growing collection of your belongings. He always jokes that he keeps the items there so that you "can't wear them when you're with other guys", a clumsy attempt at masking his sense of ownership over your company (and his raging insecurity issues, of course). 

"Why do you ask, by the way? Something up with what I'm wearing?" you yet again ask.

He throws himself back, letting his back bounce onto his mattress as he stares at his plain ceiling. "Nothing, just fuckin', I dunno, thinking about stupid shit," he mumbles out. You put your plans of searching for pants to wear on pause, instead joining Roman next to him. Your head hits his fluffy mattress, and he looks to the side. Looks at your face, scanning your expression, mind racing with thoughts you still have no idea about.

You hoist yourself up a bit, resting your head on your held up hand as you now slightly look down at him. His eyelashes flutter as he looks up at you with those hypnotizing hazel eyes. You don't say anything. You simply give him a look that makes it clear to him you won't talk again until he does.

"Just, this is so fucking dumb, but are they like... soft? Or," as he watches your brows raise yet again he flusters, "never mind, god, I sound like a fucking creep. Just forget about it," he mumbles out, looking away from you and back at the ceiling.

"That's not dumb at all. They are soft, just not as comfortable as boxers, so I rarely wear them when I'm just relaxing at home." Roman hums in reply, mind obviously still clouded. You awkwardly chuckle at his strange mood. "Do you wanna, like, wear them or something?"

The moment you utter those words, he shoots up, like he was electrocuted by your question. "Wait, do you wanna wear them?"

Roman lets out a nervous giggle, wiping his hands against his thighs. "No, why the fuck would I wear your fuckin' underwear? I'm not that much a freak, even if I seem like it. Plus, my dick is the size of a fucking baguette, it'd just-- it'd probably tear the lace the moment I even try to put it on. Like Hulk wearing a teeny tiny shirt, y'know?"

"Roman, if you wanna try on my panties you can just ask."

He stills at that. Stares at you some more. First doubtfully, like you were baiting him into an obvious trap. Then sheepishly, face growing hotter as he seriously considers your offer. "And what, you wouldn't mind my grown man dick 'n ball sweat ruining them or some shit?" 

"Nope," you answer back, and without another word you start shimmying the black fabric off of your body. You giggle at the way Roman stiffens when you drop the undergarment on his lap, eyes wide in shock. "You're-- you're fucking with me, right? No way you get yucked out about me peeing while you shower, but are fine with me wearing your panties like a perverted stalker," he reasons, hands shaking as he hesitates in grabbing the pair of panties.

You wrap an arm around his waist, pulling him close enough to give you easy reach for his ear. "I wanna see you wear them for me," you whisper against the shell of his ear, revelling in the way he shivers. He lets out a breathy whine, hands ever-so-carefully grabbing onto the delicate garment. He rubs the fabric between his index finger and thumb, cautious yet curious.

"You're gonna be the death of me," he groans out before quickly making his way to the bathroom, panties clutched in his hand. With a small 'click!' he locks said door, leaving you confused for just a moment. 

The muffled sound of Roman removing his pants is the only background noise you have as you sit and wait, legs crossed to keep from getting too cold. You're not totally surprised that Roman's interested in your underwear. He's always had a thing with your clothes, keeping your worn shirts under his pillow to sniff them and jerk of or... something like that.

When you first found your tank top stashed underneath a pillow of his, that's what he tensely joked, anyway. With a high-pitched laugh he snatched the top away, telling you, "don't mind that, I just sniff your clothes and jerk off to it. I even cum on the clothes, so those bleach stains are actually, uh, my semen. You don't mind me using your clothes as a cum rag, right?"

You had simply laughed at him, encouraging him to keep it up, whether it was a joke. He huffed out a 'maybe I will', back then, face smug but eyes betraying just how much effect the trading of words had.

The bathroom door slowly unlocks, and Roman walks out. He looks the same as he did minutes before, the only noticeable difference being the obvious outline of his cock pressing against his trousers. He shifts uncomfortably, looking everywhere except for at you. "Well, I'm wearing them. Happy?"

With a sly grin you stand up and walk over to him, letting out a low whistle as you look him up and down. "I don't see the panties, Roman. For all I know you're fucking with me," you say. He fidgets with the tips of his fingers as he looks down. "Then don't believe me, whatever, not like I give a shit."

You keep quiet, instead lightly placing your hand against his chest. His breathing falters as you slowly let your hand go lower and lower, until the tips of your fingers reach the top of his pants. "Can you at least let me check? Wanna make sure you're being honest with me," you hum out, voice dangerously low and dangerously close to his ear.

"Hah-- fuck, sure, be my fuckin' guest," Roman gasps out. Your hand slowly goes to his zipper, and with your other hand you carefully open his pants up.

And holy shit, he's actually wearing your panties.

The darkness of them contrasts deliciously against his pale bottom half, the intricate lace detailing resting perfectly on his skin. The upper parts of his cock are on full display as they peek from above the fabric. With a singular finger you wipe at the slit, collecting a bit of his already leaking pre-cum. You chuckle at the desperate moan he lets out, and casually push your finger into his mouth.

Obediently, he licks it up. The sounds he's making around your finger are sinful by themselves, but the way his hips involuntarily thrust up leaves your head reeling with lust. "My god, how desperate can you be?"

He groans as you pull your finger away and wipe his saliva off on his trousers. You allow yourself to slowly stroke his cock through the panties, enjoying every twitch. "You're throbbing right now, all because you're wearing my panties. How does that make you feel, Roman?" You allow yourself to slowly stroke his cock through the panties, 

"Filthy," he moans out, head falling to nuzzle into your shoulder. Following his movements, you wrap your free arm around his neck, pulling him further into you. You laugh at the sound of him smelling you and moaning at your scent. "This is another level of pathetic, I hope you know that. You're getting off on wearing women's underwear. What would your father say?"

He gasps at both your words and the way your grip tightens on his length. You can feel your panties moisten as you pull them up all the way, trying to have all of his cock covered by the thin fabric. It works for the most part, and it was definitely worth the slight bit of effort. 

The added friction of the fabric rubbing against the sensitive tip of his cock sends hum into a gasping frenzy. His moans are directly against your ear as he nuzzles himself further into you, grasping onto you for dear life as you rub him to near completion. "The panties look so pretty on you, but that doesn't change the fact that it's disgustingly perverted. You're an obsessive, panty-loving freak, aren't you?"

"I am, fu--uck, I am."

You cackle at his desperation. "And only for me, right? I doubt you have the balls to be this openly pitiful around anyone else," you purr into his ear. "Only f'r you, only you," he moans out, hips rutting to match the pace of your strokes. 

"Are you gonna cum for me, Roman? Gonna make a mess in my pretty panties?" 

He nods ferociously, hips stuttering in their movements. "Wanna hear you beg to cum, pretty boy," you coo.

"Please, fuck, please let me cum, 'm gonna be soo good, 'n just-- cum in your, fucking, god," he whines out. You use the arm wrapped around him to instead hold his face, forcing him to look at you. "Say you're gonna cum in my panties, Roman."

"'M g'na cum in your, ah, your panties. 'M gonna fucking cum and make a-- make a mess and be so disgusting, j'st for you."

"That's a good boy. Cum for me?"

He lets out a longwinded, low moan as he finishes, cock twitching as you feel your panties soak with his sperm. Desperately, he gasps for breath as he lets his head fall onto your shoulder. He's lightly heaving, face flushed beyond belief and beads of sweat running down his forehead.

You give the top of his head a kiss. "You okay, Romes?"

"Yeah, just... fuck, give me a second to, uh, not die," he mumbles between haggard breaths. You simply hum in response, gently stroking his hair as he catches his breath.

After a few moments, he looks up, eyes glassy, and asks,

"Do I really look pretty in these?"

"The prettiest."

[adamnsey]

i need the roy family to get schitt’s creecked so bad. like just fully lose all their money all business some how and move a motel in the middle of buttfuck nowhere. roman can be david and finally be freely bisexual and learn to fuck in a safe stress-free environment. ken can be alexis and manic pixie dream girl as hard as he wants (little bit alexis = L to the OG???). shiv be lesbian and get fucked by the hot front desk woman. tom is the pathetic mayor whom no one respects but he’s obliviously happy bc he has some sense of power. greg is his trophy wife. logan can be the begrudging dad who slowly starts to learn some sort of lesson about humility and the importance of family but then dies before any real character development occurs. roman is also somehow moira in this scenario but don’t overthink it .

[williammarksommer]

Roy's 66

Route 66 series

Hasselblad 500c/m

Kodak Ektar 100iso

[kendallroydefender]

Somewhere only we know - Chapter 12 (Kendall Roy x Reader)

Masterlist

Series summary: You met Kendall when you were six years old. You have spent every summer together and now years later you and him are still just as close.

This story follows Kendall and his best friend through their lives. Will they realize their feelings for each other before it’s too late?

Chapter summary: It’s the night of Kendall’s 40th birthday but the big party ends differently than you all thought.

Authors Notes: Hope you all had a great Christmas! 🤍

Wordcount: 2.9K

”Happy birthday Kenny!“ you smile as you give him a long hug.

”Thank you, honey.“ he squeezes you

”Look at you, old man.“

”Yeah I’m, I’m ancient now.“ he chuckles knowing you’re only half a year behind him.

You brought him a small cupcake that you made yourself with a candle. But you have to leave soon enough and you know Kendall has to plan a lot for tonight too.

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The guestlist was stacked with big names but only a handful people you knew and liked. Stewy had told you that he wouldn’t attend the party so you were looking forward to seeing Rava and Willa again.

Rava introduces you to Gary, who she’d told you about. He’s nice and funny and you’re glad she has found him, she seems happy.

”Soo? Any news on Kendall?“ she asks with a grin that tells you exactly what she’s hinting at

”Well, he’s still with Naomi so no?“ you say

”Hm.“ she makes an unsatisfied sound

”We haven’t seen each other these last days much anyway. He was in Virginia I was in LA for work and oh do you know that he thought Stewy and I were fucking?“

Rava laughs ”Seriously?“ by you nod

”Oh he’s so clearly into you… also that explains the room.“

”Rava no. I told you he doesn’t like me..“

”No, y/n I’m telling you. He wouldn’t act like that if he wasn’t, he was clearly jealous.“

”Well it’s not like he’s showing me so he wouldn’t have a say in this even if I were fucking Stewy. Wich im not.“

”Maybe you should.“ she shrugs with a grin

You chuckle a little before you remember something

”Wait, what room?“

When you find the room with the fake tabloid headlines, you see that there’s one of you too. It’s a picture of you and Stewy titled with "Y/n y/l/n and Stewy Hosseini spotted leaving motel together"

You chuckle at it and snap a picture to text to Stewy. Your not mad, it’s obviously a joke and yours is way nicer than the others.

'What exactly am I looking at?' Stewy texts back

'Kendall’s party decor :)'

'What? Were all the balloons sold out?'

You go to explore more of the party. You don’t really want to go to the treehouse because you don’t really vibe with Matsson and also because it breaks your heart. Kendall obviously had build his childhood treehouse to feel some kind of comfort.

You hang out with Rava and Gary for some time until Kendall wants to see her and you and Gary go look around.

You go into the tree house but it’s rather boring. You don’t really vibe with Matsson and you don’t want to be around his siblings, especially Shiv after the letter.

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It’s later, Kendall had cancelled his performance and you last saw him with his girlfriend.

”Where are you all? You’re missing the performance of the century, Shiv is totally losing it on the-" the word dancefloor gets stuck in your throat. You just stumbled into the room where the presents are stored, when you see Kendall kick at the gifts before he sinks down to the ground. Naomi is standing next to him. Are they fighting? You ask yourself. You crouch down next to Kendall. "Hey Kenny, hey.“ you say softly, touching his shoulder. He buries his head in his folded arms. "It’s okay. I’ve got you." You tell him in an attempt to calm him a little. "I just wish I was-" he cuts himself off. "What?" You ask him kindly, your hand gliding over the back of his head. "I just wish I was home.“ he says as tears gather in his eyes. He looks so broken and you can feel your own heart crack. "Okay… okay let’s get you out of here, yes?" You ask him and he nods. You get up, holding your hand out for him to take, wich he does and you help him up. You remember Naomi is standing next to you. She looks at you with one eyebrow pulled up slightly. You can’t tell if she’s worried or condescending you. You turn back to Kendall "Do you want Naomi to take you home?“ you ask, voice low so she can’t hear you over the music. He looks at you and shakes his head a little "Can you?“ he asks and you nod "Of course Ken.“ you squeeze his hand.

"Hey Naomi? I think I’ll take him home." You tell her, she gives you a tight lipped smile before pressing a kiss to Kendall’s cheek "I’ll call you tomorrow.“ she tells him and she follows you out of the party.

"Birthday Boy!“ Roman calls out "Happy Birthday Man!“ And you let out a huff of air. You had hoped not to run into his siblings on your way out. "Not now, Roman.“ You say a little curd. "Yeah sorry! Goodnight!“ His brother calls out and you hope he will leave it at that. But you guess you aren’t that lucky today. Because its Kendall who starts speaking now. "Neither of you should be in here.“ Kendall says, he sounds exhausted. "Can we get them out?“ You’re friend requests to no one in particular before repeating the sentence louder towards one of the security guys. "Its a little late for that, buddy. I already spoke to Mattson, who hates you by the way and laughs at you constantly.“ Roman says while you make eye contact with Shiv, who looks away awkwardly. "Just stop.“ She says to Roman, who answers her immediately "Oh what? Go easy on birthday boy?“. Now its Kendall who speaks again "Did you come here to see me, at all? You didn’t, did you Shiv?“ He asks the red haired woman. "Well.. look we haven’t been getting along that great lately so what do you think?“ She tells him and you just wish for this conversation to be over. They fight for some moments, Roman admits that they were spying on Kendall’s kids.

You see Kendall get closer to his brother, you want to stop him but you can’t move. "You’re not a real person. You know that? You’re not a real person! You’re not real!“ Kendall says. "Come on why don’t you hit me? Come on, shitty Jesus. You know you want to. Just fucking hit me.“ Roman dares him "'You’re not a real person’ fuck you.“ he adds and Kendall moves away. He walks a few step and you and Naomi follow him quietly. "All right sorry, have a good birthday. Okay, fuckface?“ Roman says while patting his back two times before he pushes him. Kendall stumbles and falls. You and his girlfriend rush to his sides as you hear his brother say "Oh shit are you okay?“ While laughing. He calls another "Happy birthday!“ As you help Kendall up. "Everybody take it easy? Okay?“ Connor calls out. ”For fuck sake“ you mumble under your breath. Roman is still laughing his hyena laugh as you get Kendall on his feet again. He looks around, he looks absolutely devastated. He grits another "Take your fucking coat off.“ At Connor before he takes off towards the exit. You don’t spare another look at his family members as you make your way out of this birthday party from hell.

”Yeah, Ken take your girlfriend and your life long side piece and fuck off.“ Roman calls after you. You turn back around with a frown ”Oh come on Roman, really?" You say to the younger man who just chuckles. You pull Kendall with you out of this party. Saying goodbye to Naomi, you give her a hug. Tonight is not the night for weird tensions between you two, at the end of the day you two care about Kendall. She seems content with you too, hugs you back and tells you to take care.

Fikret is already there when you get outside. He holds onto your hand for the whole drive back home and you let your thumb glide over his knuckles .

'I just want to be home' is playing on your mind. He sounded so upset, it makes you want to tear up just thinking about it.

You tell Fikret to drive to your address.

You arrive and the house and the doorman lets you in. The way up is silent like the drive here was. Once in the apartment he lets go of your hand. ”Do you want to drink anything? Or something to eat?“ you ask but he shakes his head. Kendall walks over to your window and opens the door to your balcony. You get him a glass of water anyway. You follow him outside, just standing there for a few moments looking into the city at night. It looks beautiful but your eyes rest on your friend. Trying to read his mind, what he’s thinking about. It probably would break your heart. You have grown more concerned about Kendalls mental health in the last months. You worry constantly about him, wanting to help somehow. You could tell he was on the edge the whole day. His strive for the perfect party, him being an ass to Greg, Comfry and Rava. You even had a small argument yesterday, telling him he can’t make Comfry sell all those lunchboxes on ebay and store them in her apartment. You felt bad for the girl, she was his PR and not some intern. Him possibly loosing the case against his dad weights heavy on him too.

It’s colder now than it was in the daylight, so you go back inside to grab a blanket.

You take the soft fabric and wrap it around his shoulders. "Let’s sit down.“ he follows you to the big lounger and after you sit down he sinks his head down until it rests on your lap. You tangle your fingers in his hair automatically, scratching his scalp, something that had always gave him some comfort.

You wish you could take his worries away. You know Kendall is not in a good place mentally but there’s nothing you can do except from being there for him.

”Uh, Dad, he gave me the opportunity to cash out.“ Kendall speaks up, it’s the first thing he said since you arrived at your place.

”Wow, seriously?“ you ask

”Uh-huh.“

”So what do you want to do?“ you ask still caressing his hair. He turns onto his back so he can look up at you

”I don’t, I don’t know.“

You hum

”Maybe I should do it.“ he says

”Maybe, yes.“ he studies your face for a moment

”I could be free.“

”Could do your own thing or just travel or something.“

He nods a little

”You’re a better person than him, Kendall. I know he’s your dad but he’s not a nice person. But you are. You’re a good man.“ he blinks a few times taking a deep breath.

”Thank you.“

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You wake up the next morning from a phone ringing. "Ken?“ you ask and he groans as an answer. He gets out of bed in his shirt and sweatpants, he has more of his things at your place than at Naomi’s. He searches for his phone in the pocket of yesterdays pants. Naomi is calling and he knows he shouldn’t feel annoyed by it, she’s just worried, she’s caring about him. ”Who is it?“ you ask and he tells you ”Nay.“. After a few more moments he answers the call. "Yeah?… sorry… I’m alright… Uh, no, no I don’t think so… what about tomorrow? Yeah okay, bye." Is what you hear from the dialogue. You can’t help to ask yourself if they’re doing alright as a couple. Kendall puts the phone down on your bedside table before he climbs back under the covers, arms going around your middle as he buries his face into the back of your neck. "Everything okay?“ you ask your hand going up to caress his head. He hums as an answer. You just lay with him for another hour, drifting in and out of sleep.

You make him breakfast, coffee and pancakes and bring them back to your bed. Afterwards while you’re laying back under the covers of your bed, you remember something. You get up and walk towards the bag you carried with you yesterday. ”Where you going? Don’t leave.“ Kendall says and you send him a soft reassuring smile, grabbing the item you wanted to give to him. You climb back in the warm bed and look at the wrapped gift in your hands. ”I forgot to give you my present yesterday.“ you say before adding ”Well, I didn’t forget, I just wanted to give it to you in person.“ you explain. You didn’t want to put it on the present table to all the other presents that seemed to hold no real meaning. He looks at you with big eyes and you hand him the small wrapped box. He looks at it intrigued, slowly tearing off the paper. Carefully because he can tell you wrapped it yourself. In it is a cassette, he reads the label 'Kendall & Y/n‘s mixtape 00' is written in hand and under the plastic case is a pic of the two of you. You must have been around 20 when the picture was taken, it’s from a photobooth that was in the bar near college. It came out as a strip but you cut it up so that you both could have the pictures, his is still in his wallet. It must have been right at the time you two started to sleep with each other, when you were crushing hard on the other. He turns the case and his assumption is confirmed, all the songs you two liked in college are written on the back, some in your writing some others in his. He can feel himself tearing up. After all these shallow things he was given yesterday and the disappearance of his children’s present, the only other present that meant something to him. Even his girlfriends present seemed as if she didn’t knew him.

You cup his cheeks to wipe away some of the tears. ”Thank you. Uh, thank you so much.“ he chokes out. He crumbles then, clinging to you and you feel like crying too. ”Shh, Kenny. It’s okay, I’ve got you.“ you whisper into his hair. ”You will be okay, I’m not gonna leave.“ you caress his neck. When he calms down a little, you just lay there his head resting on your chest, your arms around him. He feels absolutely miserable, his birthday was a disaster, his family hates him, he lost his kids present. All these thoughts circle around his head and he feels empty. Empty and just so tired. He doesn’t know if he has any fight left in him.

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The weekend was spend with Kendall in your apartment but today you have to go back into work for a bit, there’s a meeting that is fairly important. But what is important, when your best friend is obviously not doing well? You have contact with Jess who you asked to call you should anything happen.

Work is okay, you talk a bit to your friend Michelle who works in PR and you sort through your emails, listen to a few demos that have been sent in and get a few stage plans sent out. The meeting is boring and nothing that couldn’t have been done in an e-mail. At some point you get a message from Kendall asking you if you want to hang out later. Of course you say yes, but you are confused since he wanted to meet Naomi today and you assumed he would stay at hers.

On the way home you buy some food from a place you know Kendall likes.

You call out his name, wondering if he’s already back or still with Naomi. Your thoughts are interrupted when he comes out of his bathroom and you stop in your tracks. Your eyes going wide "Y/n! You’re back!“ he says and you just nod with your mouth slightly agape. His hair is gone. "Wow- okay, what happened to you?“ you ask with a humorous tone in your voice "I thought I needed a change. How do you like it? I think it’s kinda cool, right?“ he asks you while scratching his head. It was probably a manic impulsive decision and that worries you but you can’t deny that he looks hot. "Yeah you look good, really.“ you say slowly coming close to him a grin on your face "Can I?“ you ask as you reach your hand up "Uh-huh.“ he answers and you let your hand go over his head, it feels different but not bad. ”Yeah, it’s really nice.“ he smiles at your words.

"How was you day? How is Naomi?" You ask when you retread your hand "Oh, yeah about that.“ he says and you brace yourself for what could come next "Uh, we kind of broke up.“ he tells you and your eyes widen "Oh I’m so sorry-" he shakes his head "No don’t be, it’s better this way.“ he seems genuine "We weren’t good for each other we would destroy each other.“ he tells you and you have to admit he’s right. "You’re probably right but that doesn’t mean you can’t be sad." He nods but tells you "I’m not- not really. I- uh, there are some things I need to work on.“ you understand that he’s not talking about a deal or work in general, this is more a mental kind of work and you’re proud of him for accepting that he needs help.

You don’t know it but Kendall also had to break up with Naomi because it wasn’t fair towards her to stay with her when his feeling for you are getting harder and harder to bury.

[incorrectbatfam]

Maybe some chill bro headcannons of Jason and Kyle Rayner ?? :0

Have you seen them? They have zero chill

Kyle will randomly and for no reason bring up the fact that Jason still uses kiddie chopsticks

When they shared a motel room and Kyle couldn't sleep, Jason flung a single melatonin pill at him and said "shut the fuck up"

Jason's the one that dumps extra junk food into the shopping cart when they're on a 3 AM grocery run and Kyle, who's already tired, uses his ring to construct a maze of shelves so he could lose Jason

Kyle takes long showers so at the 1-hour mark Jason pounds on the door and says Kyle has to the count of five to not be naked and dripping wet

They don't know each other's coffee orders, but they know what the other person hates and uses that to their advantage

They mutually catfished each other on Tinder

They fight over who gets to babysit Lian and Roy's just like "I think I'll call Kory instead..."

Jason loves The Great British Bake-Off (thanks to Alfred) so naturally Kyle changes the channel right when the winner is about to be announced

[deliciousdietdrpepper]

Succession is gonna end with all four roy siblings living in a motel a la schitts creek and they’re gonna have to learn the real meaning of family love and friendship <3

[layce2015]

Supernatural (Dean Winchester x Female!Reader)

Dark Side Of The Moon

Masterlist pt 1

Masterlist pt 2

*3rd Person POV*

There were lots of empty beer cans that surrounded the floor of the motel room the Winchesters and (y/n) were staying at. Dean was lying on his left side, left hand under his pillow while his right hand was draped over (y/n) who was lying on her right side. She had her face nuzzle up to his chest and her left hand on his waist while her right hand was also under the pillow.

Both of them heard a noise and their hands start to search under the pillow, still pretending to be asleep. "Looking for this?" A voice said and the couple wake up and see two masked men inside their room.

The first masked man pops the cartridge out of a handgun and tosses it aside. Dean turns over and looks at Sam who also has a gun pointed at him, while (y/n) sits up. "Mornin’." Dean greets, sarcastically. "Shut up. Hands where I can see 'im." the first man said and Dean and (y/n) raise their hands up as Dean lifts himself up.

"Wait a minute. Is that you, Roy? It is, isn’t it." Dean said as the first masked man freezes a bit. "Which makes you Walt. Hiya Walt." Dean said as he turns to the second man. The two men look at each other until Walt removes his mask.

"Don’t matter." Walt growls as Roy lifts his mask off his face. "Well, is it just me, or do you two seem a tad upset?" Dean asked but they ignore him as Walt turns to Sam. "You think you can flip the switch on the Apocalypse and just walk away, Sam?" he asked and Sam furrows his brow.

"Who told you that?" he asked. "We ain’t the only hunters after you." Walt said and he pumps his shotgun. "See you in the next life." he said. "Hear me out. I can explain, okay? Please." Sam pleads but after a pause, Walt shoots Sam. "Sam!" (Y/n) screams while Dean jumps to go to Sam.

But Roy shifts to follow Dean’s movement. "Stay the hell down." Roy ordered and Dean stops then he and (y/n) share a look of fear before they both look at Sam's body. "Shoot 'em." Walt said, nodding to the couple. "Killin’ Sam was right but Dean and (y/n)…" Roy said, unsure.

"He made us and we just snuffed his brother, you idiot. You want to spend the rest of your life knowing Dean Winchester and (y/n) (l/n)'s on your ass, ‘cause I don’t. Shoot 'em." Walt demanded and Dean and (y/n) turn to face them. "Go ahead, Roy, do it. But I’m going warn you, when I come back I’m going to be pissed. C’mon! Let’s get this show on the road." Dean growls but Roy seemed like he could do it.

"Come on, already." Walt said, impatiently, and he steps forward and shoots (y/n) then Dean.

Dean was sitting in the Impala, sleeping, and was wearing his leather jacket over his normal clothes. Thunder sounds out which wakes him up. He gets out of the car and shuts the door. The trunk closes and Dean turns toward the sound. Teenaged Sam and (y/n) are there holding a crate of fireworks between them.

"Sammy? (y/n)?" Dean said, confused. "Come on, let’s go." Sam said as he and (y/n) walk off. "Weird dream." Dean mutters a she follows them. The two place the fireworks on the ground and (y/n) pulls out one for her then Sam pulls out two. "Got your lighter?" Sam asked Dean, who checks his pockets and pulls out an old lighter.

"Whoa, I haven’t seen this in years." Dean said, looking at it, while Sam hands him the other firework. "Fire 'em up." (y/n) said, excitedly. Dean lights Sam’s firework then (y/n)'s then his own. They go off, shooting red sparks into the sky, and Dean smiles.

"I remember this! It’s Fourth of July, 1996." Dean said then the fireworks die. Dean looks down at Sam and (y/n), they look over at him and he could tell they were happy. "Dad would never let us do anything like this. Thanks, Dean. This is great." Sam said then he hugs Dean. "Yeah, thanks, Dean." (Y/n) and she hugs him too.

Dean is startled by this then he hugs both of them back. The two teens pull away and (y/n) lights all the fireworks then runs away. "Fire in the hole!" she shouts and the fireworks start to explode.

The trio back away and all of them laugh with joy before Sam takes (y/n)'s hand and both of them go out on the field to dance under the sparks. Sam nods to Dean, acknowledging the special moment, and Dean nods back. "C'mon, Dean! Join us!" (Y/n) said to him. But then there was an especially loud explosion, then another, and Dean flashes back to the hotel room and being shot by Walt. Then he’s back in the field but Sam and (y/n) and the fireworks are gone.

"Sam? (Y/n)?" Dean calls out and he goes back to the Impala and leans on the roof. The radio comes on, very staticy. "Dean!" a voice calls out through the radio. Dean leans in the driver’s side window. "Cas?" he asked. "Yeah, it’s me." Castiel replied and Dean gets back in the car.

"You gotta stop poking around in my dreams. I need some me time." Dean said. "Listen to me very closely. This isn’t a dream." Castiel said and Dean looks around. "Then what is it?" Dean asked. "Deep down, you already know." Castiel said and Dean flashes, again, on Walt shooting Sam, then (y/n) then himself. 

"I’m dead." He said, finally. "Condolences." Castiel said. "Where am I?" Dean asked. "Heaven." Castiel said. "Heaven? How did I get to heaven?" Dean asked. "Please, listen. This spell, this connection, it’s difficult to maintain." Castiel tells him.

"Wait. If I’m in heaven, then where’s Sam and (y/n)?" Dean asked, worried. "What do you see?" Castiel asked him. "What do you mean what do I see?" Dean said, confused. "Some people see a tunnel or a river. What do you see?" Castiel asked. "Nothing. My dash. I’m in my car. I’m on a road." Dean said. "Alright. A road. For you it’s a road. Follow it, Dean. You’ll find Sam and (y/n)." Castiel said then the radio starts breaking up. "Follow the road." Castiel said before the radio dies.

Dean starts the Impala and drives down the dark highway, the moon is huge and the sky is purple-toned and odd. Minutes later, he pulls up to a familiar looking house and Dean realized that this was one of (y/n)'s safe houses and the moon quickly shifts to daylight. He looks around but there is nothing but the house.

Meanwhile, (y/n) was sleeping until she heard a loud noise. She jolts awake only to see a 13 year old Sam holding a noisemaker. "Happy Birthday!" Sam exclaimed as (y/n) sits up. "Sam? What the hell?" She asked as she wipes away the sleep in her eyes. "Come on! Dean and I have got something to show ya!" Sam said, excitedly, and he grabs her arm while (y/n) shakes her head from this weird dream she had. A flash of Sam getting shot then the gun aimed at her. 

She blinks a few times as Sam leads her out of her room when (y/n) looks down and noticed that she was wearing shorts and a light blue t-shirt. Normally, she would be embarrassed but at this point she was too groggy to care.

"Sam, where are we...?" She started to ask when Sam leads her downstairs and into the kitchen to see a birthday cake with candles on and 17 year old Dean standing by the counter where three wrapped presents stood near the edge. "Surprise!" Both boys said and (y/n) let's out a small laugh.

I remember this!! This was my 13th birthday. she thought as she looks between the boys. "What do you think?" Dean asked her. "Guys, this is...this is amazing." She said, shocked. "Well, c'mon, birthday girl, go blow out the candles!" Dean said and (y/n) giggles then blows out the candles and the boys applaud.

"Mmm, nothing like birthday cake for breakfast." (Y/n) said as they each get a slice a cake. "Yeah, your dad left us some money and we can order pizza later." Sam said and (y/n) smiles. "That sounds awesome." (Y/n) said as Sam grabs a small present. "Here." He said as he hands the present to her.

She takes it and opens it to see it was a small blue velvet box. She opens it and sees a silver cross necklace with a small pearl in the middle of the cross, her jaw drops slightly. "Oh Sam, this is beautiful." She said and Sam smiles and she looks up at him. "I love it." She said and she immediately puts it on. 

"Glad you like it." He said. "Alright, my turn!" Dean said and he hands her another small present. She opens it and sees a cassette tape with the label that reads Happy Birthday, (y/n). (Y/n) looks up at Dean, her heart beating hard against her chest. "Did you make me a mixtape?" She asked him, shocked. "Yeah...I took notice of which ones were your favorite songs and put them in this tape here." Dean said and a smile slowly forms on her face.

"Don't Stop Believin'?" 

"Yep."

"Don't You (Forget About Me)?"

"Yep."

"Take On Me?"

"Yes."

"Wanted Dead Or Alive?" She asked, smiling. "Even though sometimes I question your taste in music, you're lucky that song is awesome. But yeah, those and more are in there. Plus, I might've added a few of my personal favorites." Dean said, looking proud, and (y/n) laughs. "Thank you, Dean. I know I'm gonna love it but...I can't wait to play it." She said and Dean smiles at her. Then she noticed another present but this one was a bit bigger than the boys' present.

"What's that?" She asked and Dean slides it to her. "It's from your dad." He said. "Yeah, he'd had hoped he'd be back by now but he told us to give this to you if he didn't make it back." Sam said and (y/n) nods and opens the present which was a long t-shirt box. She opens the box to see a note over it and she picks it up and reads:

Sorry if this doesn't fit but hopefully you'll grow into it.

Happy Birthday!

Love,

Dad

She looks into the box and sees a black leather jacket. "Oh my God!" (Y/n) mutters as she stares at it. "This is awesome!" She exclaims and she puts the jacket on.

"I remember that." A deep voice said behind her. (Y/n) jumps then looks behind her to see Present Day Dean standing there. She looks at him then looks at the 17 year old version Dean then back at Present Day Dean. "Dean?" She said, confused, and goes over to him while the younger Sam and Dean continue on the conversation as if she hadn't left.

"What are you doing here? What's going on?" She asked him and he looks down at her outfit and smirks. "Nice shorts." He remarks and she looks down at them. "Oh, haha. But, seriously, Dean, what are you doing in my dream?" She asked him. "(Y/n), you have to listen to me. This isn't a dream, it's Heaven." Dean said and (y/n)'s eyes widen.

"Heaven? So, that means....we're...dead?" She asked and Dean nods. "So, what? Is Heaven just us reliving our favorite moments in life?" (Y/n) asked him and Dean shrugs. "I don't know, maybe but...we need to find Sam." He said and (y/n) nods. "Okay, I'll follow you." She said and they walk out of the house.

As they left the house, (y/n)'s clothes changed into her normal clothes, which was jeans, boots, white t-shirt and her leather jacket, and they get into the Impala and take off. "So, what moment did you wake up in?" (Y/n) asked Dean as they drive along down the road. "Fourth of July, 1996." He replied and (y/n) smiled.

"Oh, yeah, I remember that. That was such a fun day, shooting off those fireworks." (Y/n) said, smiling as she reminisces. "Yeah...you know seeing your memory did remind me...what happened to that tape I made for you?" Dean asked and (y/n) looks over at him. "Oh that's in my tape player in my room at that safe house. When we get out of here, I can show you." She said and Dean nods as they continue down the road.

Eventually, they pull up in front of a nice three-story house, slightly old-fashioned looking, lights are bright inside it. Dean qnd (y/n) climb slowly out of the car then look around but there is nothing but the house.

Inside, a man is carving turkey and he places a huge piece on Sam’s plate. Sam is dressed in a white shirt and tie. "Thank you." Sam said. "So, Sam. I hear you’re new to McKinley." the man said. "Um, yes sir. Two weeks." Sam replied. "Stephanie over here just can’t seem to stop talking about you." the man said as he gestures to his daughter, who was sitting next to Sam.

"Dad, shut up." Stephanie said and she smiles at Sam, who smiles back nervously. She grabs his thigh and Sam jumps. "Ummm." he said, nervously, then he looks up to see Dean and (y/n) walking into the dining room. "Wow. Just wow." Dean said.

"Dean? (y/n)? What are you two doing in my dream?" Sam asked and Dean just makes a face in response. "Boy, do we have a tale to tell you." (Y/n) said as she scratches behind her head.

The conversation in the dining room continues even though Sam is no longer seated at the table. He is in the living room with Dean and (y/n). "Heaven." Sam said, stunned. "Yup." Dean said. "Okay, how are we in heaven?" Sam asked. "All that clean living, I guess." (y/n) said, sarcastically, and Sam shakes his head.

"No, no. Okay. You two…I get, sure. But me? Maybe you haven’t noticed, but I’ve done a few things?" Sam said. "You thought you were doing the right thing." Dean tells him. "Last I checked, it wasn’t the road to heaven that was paved with good intentions." Sam said. "Yeah, well, if this is the Skymall it sucks. I mean, where’s the triplets and the latex, you know? C’mon, a guy has needs." Dean said, with sarcasm, and (y/n) elbows him on his side. "I was kidding, baby." He said. "Mm-hmm." She said, unimpressed.

Sam looks at Stephanie’s family, still eating dinner as if he’s there. "You know, when you bite the dust they say your life flashes before your eyes." Sam said. "Your point?" Sam asked. "This house, it’s one of my memories." Sam said.

"When I woke up, I woke up in one of my memories. The Fourth of July we burned down that field?" Dean said and (y/n) nods. "And I woke up to my thirteenth birthday." She said. "Maybe that’s what heaven is: a place where you relive your greatest hits." Sam said and (y/n) turns to Dean. "See? I told you." She said.

"Wait, so…playing footsie with brace-face in there? Then that’s a trophy moment for you?" Dean asked Sam. "Dean, I was eleven years old. This was my first real Thanksgiving." Sam said, exasperated. "What are you talking about? We had Thanksgiving every year." Dean said. "We had a bucket of extra-crispy and Dad passed out on the couch." Sam sighed.

At that moment, there was a rumbling noise from outside. Dean, Sam and (y/n) look around. "I don’t remember this." Sam said then the lights go out but the family continues eating. The house then begins to shake. "Hey." (y/n) said then they look at the family. "We should, uh…" she said and Dean nods. "Definitely." Sam said and they run to the far corner of the room. Sam stands up beside the window, Dean and (y/n) duck behind the couch. The glass in a picture on the mantle breaks.

A searchlight streams through the window. Dean and (y/n) drop down lower as more furniture falls over and more glass breaks. Then the searchlight disappears. The lights come on in the house and Sam, Dean and (y/n) leave their hiding places. The family is still eating and talking in the background.

Dean sees a radio and goes to it while Sam and (y/n) follow. "Okay, what the hell was that?" Sam asked. "I don’t know, but we are taking the escalator back downstairs." Dean said then he hits the radio. "Cas!" Dean yells.

"What are you doing?" (y/n) asked him. "What’s it look like?" Dean said to her. "Like you’ve lost your mind." Sam adds and Dean gives him an exasperated look. "Cas talked to me before using this phone-home radio thing, so I— Cas!" Dean yells and the TV behind them starts to flicker.

"I can hear you." Cas' voice said and the trio move over to the TV. They can see Castiel but the picture rolls and is filled with static. His voice fades in and out and is sometimes distorted. "Cas. Hey! So I, uh, I found Sam and (y/n) but, but something just happened. There was this weird beam of light." Dean explains.

"Don’t go into the light." Castiel warns. "Okay. Thanks, Carol Ann. What was it?" (y/n) asked. "Not what, whom. Zachariah. He’s searching for you." Castiel said. "And if he finds us?" Sam asked. "You can’t say yes to Michael and Lucifer if you’re dead, so Zachariah needs to return you to your bodies." Castiel said. "Great! Problem solved." Sam said, relieved. 

"No. You don’t understand. You, hm. You’re behind the Wall. This is a rare opportunity." Castiel said. "For what?" Dean asked. "You need to find an angel. His name is Joshua." Castiel replied. "Hey, man, no offense but we are kind of ass full of angels, okay. You find him." Dean said. "I can’t. I can’t return to heaven." Castiel said. "What about Ariel? Can't she talk to him?" (Y/n) asked. "She's tried but they won't let her back in Heaven." Castiel said.

"So what’s so important about Joshua?" Sam asked. "The rumor is, he talks to God." Castiel said. "And, so?" Dean said, shrugging. "You think maybe—just maybe—we should find out what the hell God has been saying?" Castiel asked, annoyed. "Jeez. Touchy." Dean said, a bit offended. "Please. I just need you to follow the road." Castiel pleads.

"What road?" Sam asked. "It’s called the Axis Mundi. It’s a path that runs through heaven. Different people see it as different things. For you, it’s two-lane asphalt. The road will lead you to the Garden. You’ll find Joshua there. And Joshua…can take us to God." Castiel said then the pictures starts to break up badly. "The Garden. Quick. Hurry." Castiel said before the TV dies.

Sam takes a deep breath then the trio turn to each other. "So...What do you boys think?" (y/n) asked them. "I think we hit the yellow bricks, find this Joshua cat." Dean said and Sam looks at him, surprised.

"Really?" He asked. "What? You don’t?" Dean asked. "No, uh. I’m just surprised you do. Last time I checked you wanted to break God’s nose, now you think he can help?" Sam asked. "He’s the only one who can. I mean, come on, Sam. We are royally boned. So prayer? The last hope of a desperate man." Dean said and (y/n) turns to Sam. "He has a point." She said and Sam sighs.

Dean opens the front door followed closely by Sam and (y/n). They stop, look around only to see there’s nothing but forest where the road used to be. "Wasn’t there a street out here?" (y/n) asked them. "There was." Dean said then they walk back into the hallway and Dean starts looking around.

"Dean. What are you doing?" Sam asked him. "Looking for a road." Dean replied. "You…" Sam started to say until Dean opens the closet under the stairs. "You think the road is in a closet?" he asked as Dean turns on the light. "We’re in heaven, Sam, okay? I mean, our memories are coming true. Cas is on TV. Finding a road in a closet would be pretty much the most normal thing to happen to us today." Dean said as he noticed something on the floor.

It is a small Hot Wheels set on the floor which Dean makes a face at and bends down to it. "What?" (y/n) asked him, curiously, as Dean picks up a blue car. "I used to have one of these…when I was a kid." Dean replied then he puts the car on the track and sets it in motion.

Suddenly, Dean's position has changed, he is now wearing sneakers with one shoelace untied, a T-shirt and a flannel button-up. The leather jacket is gone. Sam is back in his normal hunter clothes. "That was the road?" (y/n) asked, confused. "I guess." Dean said and he looks around and see that they are in a room suitable for a young boy. They stand up.

"Kind of trippy, right?" Dean asked the others. "Yeah." Sam and (y/n) said, in unison then Sam looks at Dean’s shirt. "More trippy. Um. Apparently, you wuv hugs." Sam teased and (y/n) notices the shirt as well. "Aww, how cute." She teased and Dean covers his T-shirt. "Shut up." Dean grumbles, making Sam and (y/n) laugh.

They look around the room until Dean realizes something.  "Wait a minute. I know where we are." he said. "Where?" Sam asked. "We’re home." Dean replied.

"Dean…" a female voice said and the trio turn to the doorway to see Mary standing there looking young and pretty in a tight, white dress. "Hey, Dean. You hungry?" she asked him as all three of them stare at her.

Next thing they know, Dean is sitting at the kitchen table and Mary is pouring him a glass of milk and he has a sandwich in front of him. He smiles at her as she looks at him. "You want the crust cut off?" she asked him. "Yeah. I’d love that." Dean said and she does as he asked.

"Mom?" Sam calls out but there was no response. Dean looks at Sam and (y/n), then at Mary. She looks at him but not at Sam or (y/n). "I guess this is not your memory, Sam. Sorry." Dean said. "Dean, uh. We should…go. Keep looking for the road." Sam said. "Just…just give me a minute, okay?" Dean said.

"Dean…" (y/n) whispers. "(Y/n). Please. One minute." Dean pleads to her and she gives him a sympathetic look then nods. Mary ruffles Dean’s hair as she moves away from the table. The phone rings and Dean turns to watch her answer it. "Hello?…No, John.…We’re not having this conversation again. Think about what?…You’ve two boys at home." Mary said into the phone.

"I remember this. Mom and Dad were fighting and then he moved out for a couple days." Dean said as they all watch Mary. "Dad always said they had the perfect marriage." Sam said. "It wasn’t perfect until after she died." Dean added. "God..." (y/n) whispers as Mary continues to argue on the phone.

"Fine. Then don’t. There’s nothing more to talk about." she growls and she hangs up the phone and turns away from the table. She sniffs as if she’s fighting back tears. "What happens next?" (y/n) asked and Dean goes to Mary and hugs her. "It’s okay, Mom. Dad still loves you. I love you, too. I’ll never leave you." Dean said to her as she hugs him back.

Sam looks enlightened and (y/n) gives a small, sad smile. Mary and Dean break apart and she cups his cheek in her hands. "You are my little angel." She said as she smiles, widely. "How 'bout some pie? Okay." she said and she moves away to get the pie and Dean goes to where Sam and (y/n) are waiting.

Sam shakes his head, sadly. "What?" Dean asked him. "I just never realized how long you’ve been cleaning up Dad’s messes." Sam said and Dean frowns. "Whatever. Let’s keep moving." Dean mutters and Sam nods and starts to look.

Dean begins to walk too when (y/n) grabs his arm. "Dean..." she said, softly, as he turns his head to her. "I'm sorry." She said. She didn't know why she said it but she just had a weird feeling to say it and the two share a look for a moment before Dean nods, slightly. "C'mon..." he said and she nods and the two join Sam on looking.

They search the house, opening cupboards and drawers when (y/n) noticed something on the table. A single red rose that she knows wasn't there before. "What the...?" She said as she picks it up and noticed a little card attached to it. "What?" The boys asked as (y/n) picks up the card.

To: (y/n)

Thank you!

"I know this..." (y/n) said and she raises her head to see they are not at Sam and Dean's house, they are now outside of a movie theater and it's night. Dean was now in his normal hunting clothes, wearing his canvas coat and not the leather one, but (y/n)'s outfit was different. She looks down to see she was wearing a black skirt that was just above the knees, a sky blue tank top with an elastic strap, her black leather jacket and white sneakers.

"The Mummy?" Sam said and (y/n) looked up to see the sign on the theater that said Now Playing: The Mummy. "Holy crap!" (Y/n) exclaims. "What?" The boys asked her. "I know where we are." She said and before any of the boys could ask her a voice calls out to her.

"Hey, I got our tickets." A male voice said and she turns to see the familiar face of a teen boy with light brown hair and gray eyes, it was Elijah. "Oh, great!" (Y/n) said as Sam and Dean watch this. "C'mon, we better get in before all the good seats are taken." Elijah said and (y/n) chuckles. "Yeah, I'd hate to sit at the very front and give myself a neck cramp." (Y/n) said and Elijah laughs then he holds out his arms to her and she, nervously and reluctantly, takes his arm and they head into the theater, (y/n) looks over her shoulder at the boys and they follow her.

Once inside, Elijah looks over at the concession stand and pats (y/n)'s shoulder. "Hey, you want something? I can get a couple of drinks and we can share a popcorn." He said and (y/n) nods. "That sounds awesome." (Y/n) said and Elijah smiles and pulls his arm out of hers and goes to the stand.

"Isn't that Elijah?" Sam asked her and she turns. "Yes, it is." (Y/n) said and she notices Dean looks a bit upset. "Why is this one of your good memories?" He asked and she scoffs. "It was my first real date, Dean! Sue me!" She said, exasperated, and she looks down at her outfit. "I mean, you can tell it was my first date...I'd never wear this outfit on a date nowadays." She jokes.

"Why did you wear that?" Sam asked and (y/n) shrugs. "It was among the only nice clothes I had back then." (Y/n) said. 

"Here...I got you a Coke." Elijah said as he comes back and hands one of the cups to (y/n) as he holds his cup in one hand and the bag of popcorn in his arms. She turns and takes the cup with a smile. "Thanks, Elijah. I mean, you didn’t have to do...all of this." She said, gesturing to the rose and the theater around her. "Hey, I wanted to thank you for saving my family, plus...I like you." He said, blushing a bit, and (y/n) smiles, embarrassed. 

"Well, thanks. I-I-I like you too." She stutters, although Dean could hear a bit of unsure in her voice as she said this. "Well, we better go." Elijah said and (y/n) nods and he leaves but (y/n) stays.

She then walks over to the counter and sets the rose and drink down. "Come on, boys. We better get to looking." She said and the boys nod and they search around the lobby.

Minutes later, Sam pulls out a drawer out from the concession stand and finds a postcard that says Route 66. "I’ve seen this somewhere before." Sam said and Dean and (y/n) come up to him. "Where?" Dean asked and the scene changes as they are now in front of a wall covered with postcards all from Route 66. Dean steps in front of them and (y/n), wearing her normal clothes with her jacket still on, stands next to him. Sam’s clothes have changed as well: different shirt, slightly different coat.

"Where are we?" (Y/n) asked, confused, and Sam turns. "No way." Sam said as a golden retriever enters the room. Sam bends down, excitedly. "Bones! Hey, c’mere! C’mere!" Sam said and the dog comes up and licks his face. "Hey, hey, hey, hey…" Sam said to the dog and (y/n) smiles. "Aww, cute dog." She said.

"Bones?" Dean asked. "Yeah. Bones was my dog. Hey." Sam said and he stands up and goes to a cheap coffee table. He opens up a pizza box. "Your…your dog?" Dean asked. "Yeah." Sam said as he sits on the couch, pulling pizza out of the box. Bones is right beside him, tail wagging.

"Didn't know you had a dog." (Y/n) said while Dean is looking around, not happy. "Is this Flagstaff?" Dean asked Sam before he could reply to (y/n). "Yeah." Sam said and he pets Bones. "Hey, boy." he said to the dog.

"This is a good memory for you?" Dean asked Sam, who laughs. "Yeah. I mean, I was on my own for two weeks. I lived on Funyuns and Mr. Pibb." He said and he feeds Bones some of his pizza.

"Wow." Dean said, unimpressed. "What?" Sam asked. "Well, you don’t remember, do you? You ran away on my watch. I looked everywhere for you. I thought you were dead. And when Dad came home…" Dean stops as he looks upset and turns away. "Dean..." (y/n) said, softly, to him as Sam looks guilty.

"Dean, look, I’m sorry. I never thought about it like that." Sam said. "Forget it. Let’s roll." Dean said and he strides out of the room leaving Sam and (y/n) behind. "I think I remember that. John called my dad asking if you were with us and when Dad said no, I remember hearing John shouting in the phone. I couldn't understand what he was saying but...he was loud and angry." (Y/n) said and Sam looks down, the feeling a guilt hitting him stronger.

"C'mon, Sam." She said and she walks out. Sam watches her leave then he gives Bones a final treat before standing up to follow Dean and (y/n). Bones follows him so he bends down to give the dog a last pet. "Stay. Bones-y, stay." He said and he walks out the door.

Dean and (y/n) had walked outside into daylight, but it’s now night. Sam joins them in the middle of the street across from an old house with a wrap-around porch. When they turn to look at the shack they’d just left, it’s gone. Sam obviously remembers where they are and is confused by it while takes Dean a moment but he also figures it out.

"What memory is this?" (Y/n) asked the boys. "No idea." Sam lied then he sniffs. "Alright, come on." Sam said but Dean doesn't move while (y/n) goes over to Sam. "Dean…Road. God. Remember?" Sam said to Dean, who continues to look around.

"Wait a minute. Wait a minute. This?" Dean said and he looks at Sam, accusingly. "This is the night you ditched us for Stanford, isn’t it? This is your idea of heaven?" Dean asked him, angrily, while Sam stands there. "Wow." Dean mutters before he laughs painfully. "This was one of the worst nights of my life." Dean said, as he turns away. "I can’t control this stuff." Sam said then Dean turns back to face Sam.

"Seriously? I mean this is a happy memory for you?" Dean asked as he walks up to Sam and (y/n) stands in between the boys and placed her right hand on Dean's chest and her left hand on Sam's chest. "I don’t know. I mean, I was on my own. I finally got away from Dad." Sam said and Dean turns away and (y/n) lowers her hand.

"Yeah, he wasn’t the only one you got away from." said Dean. "Dean, I’m sorry. I just, uh…" Sam said. "I know. You didn’t, you didn’t think of it like that." Dean said. "Dean!" Sam said, upset. "Boys, please." (Y/n) said and Dean turns to Sam, sharply. "C’mon! Your heaven is somebody else’s Thanksgiving. Okay. It’s bailing on your family. What do you want me to say?" Dean yells.

"Man, I never got the crusts cut off my PB & J. I just don’t look at family the way you do." Sam said. "Yeah, but I’m your family." Dean yells. "Boys!" (Y/n) said, alittle louder, but the boys keep yelling. "I know…" Sam said. "I mean, we’re supposed to be a team. It’s supposed to be the three of us against the world, right?" Dean asked as he gestures between the three of them. "Dean, it is!" Sam shouts. "Is it?" Dean asked and Sam looks at him, devastated.

"Boys, please, stop!" (Y/n) shouts but before either of them could say anything, a searchlight hits them. They look up for a moment then they start running toward the trees at the side of the road.

"Go! Go!" Dean shouts as they run through the darkened woods, eventually jumping over a log and hiding behind it. They breathe hard as a man, walks after them, in nice, shiny dress shoes. It is Zachariah. "Wow. Running from angels. On foot. In heaven. With out-of-the-box thinking like that I’m surprised you three haven’t stopped the Apocalypse already." he said and he his fingers, making it daytime.

"Guys. What’s the problem? I just want to send you back to Earth, that’s all." Zachariah said as the trio peek over the log to see Zachariah standing a few yards away with his back to them. "I mean, that is, after I tear you a cosmos of new ones. You’re on my turf now, boys and girls. And by the time I through with you, you’re going to be begging to say yes." Zachariah threatens and the trio take off running.

Zachariah turns and sees them then smiles. Dean, Sam and (y/n) are running flat out but stop abruptly because Zachariah is in front of them. "Guys, c’mon. You can run but you can’t run." Zachariah said but the trio turn around and run back the way they came.

This time they come to a halt when confronted by a slim figure in a colorful mask and a gold cape. The figure lifts one finger to his mouth to indicate they should be silent. "Shh." He said and he waves them forward. "Hurry! This way." the figure said and he leads them to a small wooden shack.

He scribbles some symbols on the rusted door then opens it and runs inside. Dean, Sam and (y/n) follow. "Wait. Who are you?" Sam asked as they enter the room, which was dim and had tables and chairs visible in the light from windows on the far side.

The figure pulls off his mask and his cape, it was Ash. "Buenos dias, bitches." Ash greets. "Ash?" Dean said, confused, and Ash claps his hands twice and the lights come on. He spreads out his arms. "Welcome to my blue heaven." he said.

Dean looks around, stunned, while Sam and (y/n) smile. They’re in Ellen’s Roadhouse. "Good God, the Roadhouse. It even smells the same." Dean said as Ash picks up his cape and mask. "Bud, blood and beer nuts. It’s the best smell in the world." Ash said and he walks behind the bar and snaps his fingers. "How 'bout a cold one? Up here? No hangover." Ash asked and Dean, Sam and (y/n) sit on the bar stools.

"So…no offense…" Sam started to ask but Ash interrupts him, knowing what he was going to ask. "How did a dirt bag like me end up in a place like this? I’ve been saved, man. I was my congregation’s number one snake handler." Ash said and (y/n) smiles. "And you said this was your heaven?" she asked. "Yup! My own…personal…" Ash said and shotguns his beer while the trio watch. He burps.

"And when the angels jumped us? We were…" Sam said. "In your heaven." Ash finished. "So there’re two heavens?" (y/n) asked. "No. More like a hundred billion. So, no worries, it’ll take those angels boys a minute to catch up." Ash said.

"What?" Dean asked, confused. "See, you gotta stop thinking of heaven as one place. It’s more like a butt-load of places all crammed together. Like Disneyland except without all the anti-Semitism." Ash said and the trio still look confused.

"Disneyland?" Sam asked. "Mm-hmm. Yeah. See you got Winchesterland and (l/n)land." Ash said as he holds up his hands to indicate the bar. "Ashland." He points all around outside the bar. "A whole mess of everybody-else-lands. Put them all together: heaven. Right? At the center of it all? Is the Magic Kingdom. The Garden." he said. 

"So everybody gets a little slice of paradise." (y/n) said, understanding "Pretty much. A few people share—special cases. What not." Ash said. "What do you mean special?" Dean asked. "Aw, you know. Like, uh, soul-mates." Ash said and Dean and (y/n) share a glance. "Anyway. Most people can’t leave their own private Idaho’s." Ash said. "But you ain’t most people." (y/n) said.

"Nope. They ain’t got my skills. Hell, I’ve been all over. Johnny Cash. André the Giant." He listed then he turns to Sam. "Einstein. Sam, that man can mix a White Russian. Hell, the other day? I found Mallanāga Vātsyāyana." He said. "Who?" Sam asked. "He wrote the Kama Sutra. Huh, that boy’s heaven? Ah, sweaty. Confusing." Ash said. 

"All this from a guy who used to sleep on a pool table." Dean jokes and Ash nods. "Yeah. Now that I’m dead, I’m living, man, a whole lot more." he said.

"So how’d you find us?" Sam asked him. "I rigged up my very own holy-rolling police scanner." Ash said as he pulls out a laptop then hits the power button and it starts up, displaying a mess of sound graphs and making an annoying piercing sound.

"That’s angels. Blabbing Enochian, okay? I’m fluent." He said then he turns it off and puts in back under the counter. "I heard that you were up. Of course I had to come find you. Again." He said. "Again?" (y/n) asked. "This ain’t the first time here. I mean, you three die more than anyone I’ve ever met." Ash said. "Really." Dean said, surprised. "Ah, yeah… you don’t remember. God! Angels. Must’ve Windexed your brain." Ash said.

"So, uh. I mean, have you found anybody else? Ellen and Jo?" Sam asked him and Ash look taken aback. "Ellen and Jo are dead?" he asked and (y/n) looks upset and doesn’t answer. Ash looks to Dean and Sam. Sam looks guilty and sad while Dean turns his head away.

"Uh, yeah. Yeah. A few months now. Sorry." Sam said and Ash takes a minute to compose himself. "Um, hmm. Uh, they went down fighting?" he asked and Sam nods. "Yeah. 'Til the end." (y/n) tells him. "Yeah, a lot of good it did." Dean said, bitterly, then he looks back at Ash.

"How ‘bout our folks?" Dean asked him. "I’ve been looking all over for John Winchester, Mary too, but so far: nada. Same thing for (f/n) and (m/n). I’m sorry. But hey! There is somebody that wants to jaw with you. Hold up." Ash said and he leaves the bar and goes into the back room that used to be his. There are symbols on it like the ones he chalked onto the door of the shack.

It only takes moments before he’s returning with Pamela Barnes. The trio look happily surprised. "Pamela!" Sam said. "Nice to see you three again." Pamela said, her eyes were normal now. "Ooo." Ash said, fake shivering.

Later, Sam and Ash are sitting at the bar as Ash is working the laptop. "So this is how you get around up here?" Sam asked him. "Hm, more or less. It’s awesome to finally have an application—a practical application—for string theory." Ash said while Dean, Pamela and (y/n) are sitting at one of the tables in the raised section.

"So!" Dean said. "So." Pamela said before she reaches over and swats both of them lightly on the head. "That’s for getting me killed." She said to them. "Yeah. That’s…probably less than we deserve." (y/n) said. "Makes you feel any better, we got Ash killed too." Dean said while, at the bar, Ash raises his hand in a rock salute. "I’m cool with it." He calls out as he snaps his fingers.

"He’s cool with it. So you…you good?" Dean asked Pamela. "I’m good. Really. Remember my death scene? Gut shot. Coughing blood. You told me I was going someplace better." Pamela said. "I was lying." Dean said. "You were right! My heaven? It is one long show at the Meadowlands. It’s amazing! You should see it." Pamela said, happily.

"Yeah." Dean said as (y/n) shrugs. "You two don’t believe me." Pamela said, questioning. "No, we do, it’s just, you know. Spending eternity trapped in your own little universe while the angels run the show, that’s lonely. You know. That’s not Nirvana. That’s the Matrix." (y/n) said. "I don’t know. Attic’s still better than the basement." Pamela said.

"Yeah, but you know this place feels real, but it’s Memorex. Real is down there." Dean said as he holds his hands out. "Yeah, well, close enough. Look, guys, I’m happy. I’m at peace." Pamela said.

"What? Are you trying to sell us a time share? I mean, what’s with the pitch?" Dean asked her and she chuckles. "I know that Michael wants to take you out for a test drive." Pamela said. "Pamela…" Dean interrupts but Pamela shakes her head. "Just saying. What happens if you play ball with them? Worst case." She said.

"A lot of people die." (Y/n) said, eyeing her. "And then they come here. Is that really so bad? Look. Maybe…you don’t have to fight it so hard. That’s all I’m trying to say." she said just as Ash and Sam turn on their seats.

"Hey! Found a short cut to the Garden." Sam said and Ash gives them a thumbs up, Pamela returns it. "Oh yeah." He exclaims.

Underneath a Come In We’re Open sign, Ash draws another sigil-formula. "All Access Pass to the Magic Kingdom." he said as Dean and (y/n) stand behind him. "Good." Dean said and Ash turns to look at him. "Not good?" (y/n) asked. "That Zachary fella’s going to be watching every road to the Garden." Ash warns them while Sam and Pamela hug.

"Watch your ass." she tells him and Sam nods and leaves. "It was nice seeing you again, Pamela." (Y/n) said and Pamela nods before the two hug then she goes and hugs Dean. "You better keep an eye on him." Pamela said to (y/n) as she points at Dean. "I will." (Y/n) said as Ash finishes his formula and stands up.

"Ah, gentlemen and lady. I don’t mean to be a downer or anything but…I’m sure I’ll see you again soon." He said. "Well, keep a sixer on ice for us." Dean tells him. "Yeah." Ash said, nodding, and he opens the door and they walk through, Sam first.

It’s the house in Lawrence, which is dark, empty and kind of spooky, a train’s whistle could be heard. "What the…Why are we back home?" Dean asked. "I don’t know." Sam said as he looks around.

"So what are we going to do?" (Y/n) asked. "Keep looking for the road again, I guess." Dean said when Mary appears behind him. She’s in her nightgown, the same one she was wearing the night she was killed.

"Honey. Why are you up?" Mary asked and Dean turns to her. "Look. I’m-I’m sorry. I love you but you’re not real and we don’t have time—" Dean said but Mary keeps going. "Did you have another nightmare? Tell me." she said.

"I gotta go." Dean said to her. "Then how 'bout I tell you my nightmare, Dean? The night I burned." she said and blood appears on the nightgown above her stomach. "Guys, let’s get out of here." Dean said in a shaky voice and they turn to go.

"Don’t you walk away from me." Mary growls and Dean stops. "I never loved you. You were my burden. I was shackled to you. Look what it got me." Mary said and she blinks and her eyes turn yellow, which made everyone stand frozen in place.

"Dean." Sam and (y/n) said. Dean turns to them, looking devastated. Then the lights in the house change color, taking on an unhealthy green hue. The room changes around them; and the doors are gone. Mary blinks and her eyes are her own again. "The worst was the smell. The pain, well. What can you say about your skin bubbling off? But the smell was so…You know, for a second I thought I’d left a pot roast burning in the oven. But…it was my meat." Mary said as Dean moves away.

He goes to the wall to investigate where the doorway used to be. It’s bricked over. "And then, finally, I was dead. The one silver lining was that at least I was away from you." She said and she takes a big breath. "Everybody leaves you, Dean. You noticed? Mommy. Daddy. Even Sam. And eventually, (y/n) will grow bored of you and walk away." Mary said as Sam looks very upset at her words but he doesn’t say anything. (y/n) shakes her head at this. "You ever ask yourself why? Maybe it’s not them. Maybe, it’s you." Mary said to Dean then she chuckles.

"Easy now, kitten." Zachariah said as he walks in behind Mary while she smiles in evil glee. "You did this." (y/n) accused. "And I’m just getting started. I mean, guys. Did you really think you could just sneak past me into Mission Control?" Zachariah said. "You son of a bitch." Sam growls.

Then very large angel goons appear behind Sam, Dean and (y/n), holding them easily in place. "You know, I’d say the same thing about you, Sam, but I have actually grown quite fond of your mother. Or at least the Blessed Memory of her." Zachariah said and he moves Mary’s hair then bends down and kisses her neck.

Dean has to look away. "I think we’re going to be logging a lot of quality time together. I’ve discovered she’s quite the...MILF." Zachariah laughs. "You can gloat all you want, you dick, you’re still bald." Dean retorts. "In heaven, I have six wings and four faces, one of whom is a lion. You see this because you’re…" Zachariah said as he run his fingers down Mary’s arm. "...limited." Zachariah said then snaps his fingers and the image of Mary disappears.

"Let’s brass tack this, shall we?" Zachariah asked. "You gonna ball-gag us until we say yes? Huh, yeah, I’ve heard that one too." Dean said and Zachariah steps up to Dean, gives a small chuckle then turns, quickly, and slams his fist in (y/n)'s stomach. She folds over with a pained groan.

"(Y/N)!" Dean and Sam yell. "I’m going to do a lot more than that. I’ve cleared my schedule. Get her up." Zachariah demands and the angels get (y/n) up and he punches her again. The boys struggle against the angel holding them. "Leave her alone, you son of a bitch!" Dean shouts, angrily.

"You know, I noticed that this little girl is both of you boys' weakness. Especially you, Dean. And maybe...hurting her..." Zachariah said and he punches (y/n) again, making her scream out in pain again. "...will break you two." He said and he punches her again.

"Let me tell you something. I was on the fast track once. Employee of the month, every month, forever. I would walk these halls and people would AVERT THEIR EYES!" Zachariah said and the house rumbles and shakes. "I HAD RESPECT! And then they assigned me you. Now look at me." Zachariah said, gesturing to Dean, then he chuckles unhappily. "I can’t close the deal on a couple of flannel-wearing maggots? Everybody’s laughing at me…and they’re right to do it. So! Say yes, don’t say yes; I’m still going to take it out of your asses. It’s personal now, boys, and the last person in the history of creation you want as your enemy is me. And I’ll tell you why. Lucifer may be strong, but I’m… petty’. I’m going to be the angel on your shoulder for the rest of eternity." Zachariah said and he goes to raise his fist again to (y/n) but a voice makes him stop.

"Excuse me. Sir?" the voice said and  Zachariah turns to face the newcomer, A slightly, older, black man. "I’m in a meeting." Zachariah tells him. "I’m sorry. I need to speak to those three." the man said. "Excuse me?" Zachariah said, shocked. "It’s a bad time, I know, but I’m afraid I have to insist." the old man said. "You don’t get to insist jack-squat." Zachariah spat but the newcomer doesn’t back down, just stares at Zachariah. It seems to unnerve him.

"No, you’re right. But the boss does. His orders." the man said. "You’re lying." Zachariah tells him, uncertain. "I wouldn’t lie about this. Look, fire me if you want. Sooner or later, he’s going to come back home and you know how he is with that whole wrath thing." the man said and Zachariah looks at the trio.

He looks back at the man but ths old man doesn’t back down. There’s the fluttering of wings and Zachariah and his goons have disappeared. (Y/n) gasps and groans as the boys go over to her. "You okay, (y/n)?" Sam asked her as Dean gives her a look of fear and worry. "Never better." (Y/n) said and they help her up to see they are no longer in the house with its creepy green lighting.

They are in a verdant, green garden—a conservatory, surrounded with the sounds of a forest. They walk down stone steps, approaching the old man who saved them. "This is heaven’s Garden?" Sam asked. "It’s-it’s nice…ish. I guess." Dean said. "Kinda peaceful looking." (Y/n) said. "You see what you want to here. For some it’s God’s throne room; for others it’s Eden. You three, I believe it’s the Cleveland Botanical Gardens. You came here on a field trip." The man said and Sam nods in agreement and remembrance.

"You’re Joshua." (y/n) said and Joshua nods. "I’m Joshua." he said. "So, you talk to God." said Sam. "Mostly, He talks to me." Joshua said. "Well, we need to speak to Him. It’s important." (y/n) said.

"Where is he?" Dean asked. "On Earth." Joshua replied. "Doing what?" Dean asked. "I don’t know." Joshua said, shrugging. "Do you know where on Earth?" asked Sam. "No, sorry. We don’t exactly speak face-to-face." Joshua replied.

"I…I don’t get it. God’s not talking to nobody so…" (y/n) said then Joshua speaks over her. "Why’s he talking to me. I sometimes think it’s because I can sympathize—gardener to gardener—and, between us, I think he gets lonely." he said. "Well, my heart’s breaking for him." Dean said, disgusted.

"Well, can you at least get him a message for us?" Sam asked. "Actually, he has a message for you. Back off." Joshua said, which makes the trio taken aback. "What?" Dean said, shocked. "He knows already. Everything you want to tell him." Joshua said.

"But…" (y/n) said but Joshua shakes his head. "He knows what the angels are doing. He knows that the Apocalypse has begun. He just doesn’t think it’s his problem." he said. "Not his problem?" Dean said, stunned. "God saved you already. He put you on that plane. He brought back Castiel and Ariel. He granted you salvation in heaven..." Joshua said then he turns to face Sam directly. "...and after everything you’ve done too. It’s more than he’s intervened in a long time. He’s finished. Magic amulet or not, you won’t be able to find him." He said.

"But he can stop it. He can stop all of it." Dean said. "I suppose he could, but he won’t." said Joshua. "Why not?" (y/n) asked. "Why does he allow evil in the first place? You could drive yourself nuts asking questions like that." Joshua said.

"So he’s just going to sit back and watch the world burn?" asked Dean. "I know how important this was to you, Dean. I’m sorry." Joshua said. "Forget it. Just another dead-beat dad with a bunch of excuses, right. I’m used to that. I’ll muddle through." Dean said, emotional. "Except…you don’t know if you can, this time. You can’t kill the Devil, and you’re losing faith, in yourself, your brother, your girlfriend and now this?" Joshua said and Sam and (y/n) look at Dean, realizing just how desperate and depressed Dean really is.

"God was your last hope. I just…I wish I could tell you something different." said Joshua. "How do we know you’re telling the truth?" Sam asked. "You think that I would lie?" Joshua asked, stunned. "It’s just that…you’re not exactly the first angel we’ve met." (y/n) said. "I’m rooting for you three! I wish I could do more to help you, I do! But...I just trim the hedges." Joshua said, truthfully.

"So what now." Dean said, questioning. "You go home again. I’m afraid this time, won’t be like the last. This time, God wants you to remember." Joshua said as he raises his hand. There’s a whooshing sound and a bright light, similar to the one at the convent, blinds them.

Sam’s eyes open and he sucks in a huge breath and sits up in shock. He pants as two more whooshing sounds are heard again and Dean and (y/n) sit up on the second bed. Dean coughs and looks down at his chest as (y/n) takes in a deep breath and pants as well.

"You guys alright?" Sam asked them. "Define alright." Dean said and he reaches over and picks up his cell phone. He stands up as he dials and (y/n) could see his back is covered in blood from the exit wounds.

Castiel and Ariel, looking lost and without hope, lean against the divider while Dean, Sam and (y/n) pack up their gear in the background. "Maybe…maybe Joshua was lying." Castiel said and the trio look at him. "I don’t think he was, Cas. I’m sorry." Sam said then he sighs.

(y/n) watches as Ariel moves into the entryway then looks up. "You son of a bitch. I believed in…" she growls, with anger, as she searches above for any sign, anything…There is nothing. Cas looks up as well, as if he'd get answers but nothing as well.

Ariel lowers her head, hits the side of her fist against the doorway, hard but not hard enough to do damage, and Cas turns back to the trio, looking at Dean. He pulls the amulet from his pocket. "We don’t need this anymore." he said as he tosses it to Dean who shakes it out to look at it. "It’s worthless." Castiel sneers and he turns away.

"Guys. Wait." (y/n) calls out to them but the sounds of wings were heard and Cas and Ariel were gone. Sam tosses his shirt on the bed, angrily, (y/n) places her hands over her face, letting out a long sigh, while Dean hasn’t looked up from the amulet in his hands.

"We’ll find another way. We can still stop all this, Dean." Sam said and Dean looks up at him. "How?" he asked. "I don’t know, but we’ll find it. All three of us, we’ll find it." Sam said but Dean doesn’t look like he believes him and Sam knows it, as does (y/n).

Dean picks up his bag and walks past Sam and (y/n) without saying anything, he doesn’t even look at them. At the door he pauses and drops the amulet in the trash then opens the door and leaves.

Behind him, Sam takes a deep breath, looking sad, but determined, and he walks out. (Y/n) stands there for a moment then walks over to the trash can and sees the amulet. Part of her wanted to leave it but...she couldn't.

So she bends down and picks up the amulet and stares at it. Then, quickly, pockets it and heads out of the room, shutting the door behind her and heads over to the Impala.

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