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overnowsfcb · 6 months

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halfway out the door; fermín lópez

summary: fighting to keep a little flame alive underwater, you couldn't lose the only stable thing in your life

warnings: ANGST!!! (no good ending) mature language, mental health issues (panic attack, anxiety, emotional distress), relationship struggles, unhealthy dinamics, brief mention of smut themes. if any of these topics makes you uncomfortable, i advise against reading this story.

word count: 3,3k

note: hiii! it's me again, this time posting for my sweet boy (who is not as sweet in this story) fermín. im planning to do something with all the 1989 vault tracks x barça players. so take it as the first from the series!! also, apologies if the angst hits hard, promise to post fluff next time (its a bit of challenge for me haha) super excited about this and would love to hear your thoughts or suggestions! – venus 🫂💐🫧 p.s.: im so proud of this one tbh

He didn’t seem to have enough time for you anymore. You didn’t want to see the subtle twist, but you knew him all too well and an imperceptible change for everyone was an imposing earthquake in your world.

It was in the hours that your messages would be waiting for a response and the way he wasn’t starved to taste your lips anymore. Once, he’d find an excuse to be with you, even if only for brief minutes. He’d dash to your apartment bearing your favorite chocolate with the pretext of keeping you fed. A smile brightening and your stomach still produced the same fluttering butterflies, as the first time he kissed you underneath the moonlight at fourteen.

Back then, everything was perfect, the chill air in your faces as you ran with sand getting between your toes, you could still feel his timid hands and tender touch on your waist as you both shared a breathtaking kiss.

Your mother's words echoed - relationships don't last forever. You'd always dismissed her musings, attributing them to the bitterness stemming from your father's departure. But now, that thought held a glimmer of truth.

He was your soulmate, your solid backbone, he would hold the candles for you even if his arm grew weary, drawing strength from unimaginable places. Unseen pictures would fill his phone, capturing your candid moments, proudly setting you as his lock screen. One cherished memory stood out: a photo of you, pajama-clad, returning from a late-night ice cream run, a victorious smile on your face. You had lost a bet that day, darting to the store at 1 AM, just a street away from your building.

However, now everything appeared to be falling apart; the last picture in his gallery folder, titled 'I love, mine, mine, mine,' dated back to July, and it was already November. It contrasted the warmth of July with the chilling absence of recent affection.

Yearning for something to blame, tears seemed futile as memories replayed relentlessly, etched deep within your heart. Each sob felt like a painful reminder of the emptiness in the cold, desolate bed without him by your side. Staring at it blankly, your mind echoed the silent void, your chest tightening with every expelled breath.

Sleeping alone always felt unbearable. You reached for your phone, gazing at the lock screen displaying a snapshot of both of you in a summer pool. His outings with friends never bothered you; you accepted that he was now part of Barcelona's first team, and you weren't his priority. However, deep down, a simple goodnight message like "Sweet dreams, Pip, I love you" was all you silently longed for. Was it too much to ask from someone who claimed to love you?

The absence weighed heavily as you saw the clock strike 4 AM. This hour always induced a sense of dread, a time too late to sleep, opening the gates to wandering thoughts about life's choices. Moving to Barcelona for him might have been a hasty decision.

In Sevilla, there wasn't much to lose. Your little town overwhelmed you, especially under the weight of your living nightmare, your mother and her pursuit of perfection. That was until she married your toddler brother’s father, her focus shifted almost forgetting about your existence.

He was your escape from that suffocating environment. Initially, it felt liberating, but gradually, it became confining again. The cage expanded as you became his pillar while his name was in everyone’s mouth, especially girls who found him attractive. The weight of being his support, witnessing the attention he received, caused an internal storm. But he wouldn’t change you, right? Yet, the conflict brewed within, the tug-of-war between being the support he needed and holding onto your own identity.

You grew tired of waiting for him, tossing and turning in bed for ten minutes, before finally succumbing to sleep, cocooned in blankets to ward off the cold.

Abruptly opening your eyes, hours later, your body spasmed and your heart raced, reflecting the recent struggles with sleep these days. Observing to your side, relief washed over you; he lay there peacefully, an arm draped over your waist.

Tears welled in your eyes, a sense of loss filling your chest. Deeply in love, you realized your first waking thought was about him, albeit taking a negative turn.

What if I lose him? What if I lost the lighthouse in the middle of the sea? The uncertainty of the waters and the potential fall weighed heavily.

You wanted to get back to those times when you smiled as you landed your eyes, his body next to you, where blonde strands of messy hair framed his face and you delicately organized them while you talked and kissed every morning, staying in bed like an old married couple, feeling each other's warmth, laughter used to fill the air as he playfully booped your nose.

The weight of invisible hands squeezed your chest, making each breath a desperate gasp for air.

You didn't want to feel this anxiety; your breath became erratic. Rushing to the terrace, you breathed as if your mind forewarned a trailer of what has to be.

Struggling to regain control, your hands tightened on the cold railing, a reminder of the grounding reality you struggled to grasp.

Peering down, the height induced paralysis, intensifying your vertigo. "y/n, estás bien?" (are you okay?) His concerned voice, muffled and distant, struggled to penetrate the thick fog of panic, fear rooted you in place, afraid the floor would fall through if you made a step.

"Amor, háblame." (darling, talk to me) He approached, unsure. This panic attack was the first in years. His hand on your shoulder offered reassurance like an anchor, and you emerged from the state, meeting his gaze with your tear-stained eyes; he was still your gentleman. He was still yours.

And you needed to repeat it to stave off madness.

"Abrázame," (hug me) you whispered in a fragile plea. His arms enveloped you, he was the refuge that you needed; his familiar scent eased your breathing.

His head on yours, he sought to share his heartbeat, attempting to quell the sudden anxiety and the questions that haunted your mind. His furrowed brows hinted at his confusion, but conversation could wait. For now, it was about you. The one who never failed him; he couldn't fail you now.

When your body distended completely, he gently guided you back to bed. You clung to him, as if he could run away at any moment.

You walked to your side of the bed and he tucked you in like no one ever did before, leaving a sweet kiss on your forehead, an attempt to dissipate the negativity.

“What time is it?” you inquired, looking up at him.

“Six a.m., sleep. ok?” He stroked your head, and your eyes closed under the weight of fatigue. “I love you so much.”

Days passed after the incident. He chose not to ask more about the reason behind your anxiety, he decided to act as if everything was fine.

This didn't imply he lacked concern for you, but it certainly felt that way. His demeanor towards you was still unchanged.

Feelings unaddressed hung in the air, manifesting in the cold kisses and the superficial small talk that never deepened. But, in front of everyone, you maintained the façade, accepting compliments from everyone about your seemingly perfect relationship. Only if they knew the underlying truth…

Yet, you personally sensed his gradual withdrawal, a palpable feeling of him slipping through your fingers. The strain became evident as you found yourself having to repeat things that were important to you at least three times, only for him to continually forget. Or the lackluster pecks he gave you, making you feel pathetic.

Although feeling unwanted, you weren't a resentful person, so you would religiously sit in the stands at every game and witness how he gained fan's hearts with outstanding performances on the pitch, earning the title of man of one of the champions league matches and you loved how the stadium echoed his name as he made an incredible goal.

You found joy in his happiness, doing his thing with the team of his dreams. In that moment, your mind transported into a different time – those moments when you stood by his side, offering comfort during his moments of self-doubt, back when he believed his dreams would forever be just that – dreams.

His satisfaction meant the world to you. Meeting him as he emerged from the dressing room, already showered, you couldn't help but admire how his wet hair framed his face.

A big smile adorned his face as he approached you. Opening your arms, your bodies collided as he effortlessly lifted you spinning around, creating a whirlwind of laughter that filled the air.

Once he gently set you down, you couldn't contain your pride. Cupping his cheeks, you locked eyes with him. The sense of accomplishment and joy was overwhelming. Your lips met his in a deep, meaningful kiss – one that hadn't been shared in weeks, but in that moment, it felt like the perfect reunion.

You believed this moment marked a fresh start, a much-needed rejuvenation to propel you forward. That optimistic outlook, however, disintegrated after he bid you farewell at your apartment, scrolling through TikTok on your couch, a video of his post-match interview caught your eye, and an involuntary smile crept onto your face.

His voice echoed through the video, captivating in its beauty. The interviewer's final question lingered in the air, "Who are you going to celebrate this with?" Anticipating a mention of teammates, family, and you, you were bewildered as the final words left his mouth – your name conspicuously absent.

And in that instant, the realization struck: he hadn't kept his promise to do a heart gesture to include you in his celebration either. But you decided to let it slide; perhaps it was the adrenaline coursing through his veins that caused him to forget, and you were willing to overlook it.

You turned on the TV to avoid your thoughts. He no longer watched movies with you, and lately, the time you spent together felt like his phone held more allure than anything you did to catch his attention.

Without even mentioning that he wasn't fucking you lately, offering excuses of exhaustion from training or unexpectedly halting any progress when things got heated and leaving your folds wet.

But still, your mouth stayed shut, justifying every action. What you didn't know is that only one drop was missing in the glass before it overflowed – the last straw.

And eventually, the bomb exploded in the least suitable scenario. You stood by his side, his arm around your waist, desperately wanting to take his hand out and shout your feelings in front of everyone.

You didn't want to be there; you longed to be at home with your fluffy cat, who offered more comfort than Fermín did in these past months.

He was so smooth about it, engrossed in the conversation with his friends, seemingly oblivious to your distress. You whispered in his ear that you needed to get home, you weren’t feeling at your best, the strobe lights blinding you, the music pulsating louder than your heartbeat. It felt like water was reaching your nose, and you feared you'd stop breathing any moment.

Yet, you stayed, like a naive girl striving to make everything perfect for her lovely gentleman. But was still that gentleman who put you above all else?

The voices and laughter from his friends overwhelmed you. While you genuinely liked them and had never encountered an issue before, this night seemed a challenge you couldn't survive.

Your gaze darted around, hoping for a savior amid the sea of faces. But there was no one.

The air seemed to get thinner, and your chest constricted, as if locked in a slowly tight embrace. The blue dress discomforting your skin, felt like an additional layer of confinement, fantasizing to shed not only the fabric but also the skin beneath.

It was as if transparent walls were materializing around you, and this was the moment to escape a place to which you didn't belong, feeling like a misplaced puzzle piece, you watched him again with pleading eyes, silently urging him to notice you.

“Fer, really, I need to go home.” You whispered, careful not to let his friends overhear. He scanned your gestures, it took him a few seconds to realize that something about you was off. You wish he had seen it earlier.

Everything he did was later than you needed it, when he did the things, you have already fixed yourself into the uncomfortable.

“Okay, let's go.” He nodded and he finally took out his hand off your waist, allowing a momentary exhale. Greetings were exchanged with his friends and you reciprocated, not wanting to show an impolite image.

Almost running, your feet propelled you outside of the disco, pushing people out of your way, without waiting for Fermín.

The doors swung shut behind you, plunging the abrupt silence upon your ears. Relief washed over you.

Closing your eyes, you took deep breaths. You needed to hold yourself like the grown woman you were and not cry. As the doors swung open and closed again, you turned to find Fermín, a frown etched across his face.

“Why didn't you wait for me?” his voice held a trace of anger, making you shiver. Realizing the street wasn't the place for such a conversation, you began walking towards the car, your feet aching from the high heels worn that night.

He hurried to catch up, the tension palpable. When the car alarm reached your ears, signaling it was unlocked, you opened the door and entered as quickly as you could.

Sitting there, attempting to adjust to sudden silence, you sensed his presence beside you.

Leaning back into the headrest, you brought your hands on your face.

He started talking again. “What's going on you?” you hesitated to face him, reluctant to confront those expressive brown eyes you memorized like the back of your hand.

As he insisted again to hear a response, anger got to your head. Without warning, you exploded, all the carefully restrained words meant to preserve your relationship pouring into a torrent.

“I'm just so damn exhausted! I feel like I'm invisible. I ache to be seen, to matter in your eyes again. I’ve been here, baring my soul, and it feels like you're a million miles away.” Your scream echoed, tears smudging your makeup. You saw the weight of his actions settling on him as his eyes reflected comprehension. A sob escaped your lips, he stood frozen. “I'm just asking you to hear me, to truly see me, and realize that I'm shattering inside because I've already fought too much alone for the person who I thought I would marry.”

He shook his head, a boy who had always the right words now seemed that they left their mind, leaving him defenseless. A hesitant pause filled the car.

Lips parted, but the sentences seemed to dissipate before finding form. It was as if they were navigating a maze of thoughts, searching for the right words to offer comfort or understanding, yet coming up empty-handed.

You got tired of waiting, you've been doing it for such a long time, you almost felt old. But if he just opened his mouth, you knew you would forgive him. “Let's go home.” You whispered, disappointed about a man who you were calling the love of your life.

He gripped the steering wheel and hit the road. Memories flooded back of the anecdotes shared in that white car, now slipping through your fingers like ash.

You pondered the absence of rain, almost expecting the heavens to open up. Wasn't it obligatory for the sky to weep when something magical began succumbing to rationalism?

When you arrived at the house, he finally was able to speak. “I'm so sorry for everything that I caused you.” He didn't know if physical contact would be well received from you. So he gripped even more the steering wheel, needing to make something with his hands, getting out the tension.

“What happened to us, Fer?” your heart-wrenching question hitting him. You were already talking in past tense.

There wasn't an exit for this situation, and he knew that. He wished he could build a time travel machine and make everything alright, fix the first mistake that led to this big snow ball that was making an avalanche. “I-I don't know.”

“I think I'm coming back to Sevilla.” you confessed, stepping out of the car. Your headache due to the tears that you've been letting out and your eyes were puffy.

As you stood outside the car, the quiet suburban street provided a bleak contrast to the storm raging within your emotions.

Fermín, still gripping the steering wheel, searched for words that could somehow mend the gashes that had formed between you two. The realization of the inevitable distance settled on him like a heavy cloak.

“I never meant for it to come to this,” he finally uttered, voice heavy with remorse. “I let things slip away, and I can't forgive myself for that.”

You, caught between the pain and the need for resolution, gazed at him with a mixture of sorrow and longing. The familiar surroundings of the neighborhood seemed to transform into a backdrop for the end of something significant. You already knew you were never coming back here.

In the distance, a streetlamp flickered, casting intermittent shadows on the pavement. You took a deep breath, the chill in the air stinging your lungs, and said, “Sometimes, we have to go back to move forward.”

His eyes, filled with regret, met yours. “Is there anything I can do to make things right?”

But the answer remained unsaid, it wouldn't be fair to give him instructions and keep rowing and carrying him while he was just there. Wounds were already too deep and your energy was drained.

You turned away, the distance between Sevilla and this quiet street growing smaller in comparison to the emotional gap that now separated you two.

The door creaked shut, marking the end of a chapter that perhaps, in the unfathomable depths of your heart you didn't want to admit that you anticipated it.

In the solitude of your apartment, surrounded by echoes of shared laughter and the ghost of a love that once flourished, you confronted the daunting task of rebuilding your world. The faint glow from the streetlamp outside cast a melancholic light on the remnants of what was.

Fermín, still parked, felt the shared years withering in the blink of an eye, something you had been discerning for a torturing amount of time. The engine hummed softly, an averse companion to the lingering regret in the air. As he drove away, the distance between your hearts seemed insurmountable.

You watched as Blaugrana, your Calico fluffy cat, approached you unawarely of everything surrounding her, you sat on the wooden floor with her purring next to you. The sparkle of her collar made you remember how your life was bound to be lived with Fermín forever, in that collar your initials were carved. You didn't want to fall back to this cruel reality.

You even commanded yourself to religion to save your relationship, months before. Night after night, you poured the essence of your yearning into prayers addressed to Aphrodite, beseeching her to weave the threads of love and passion back into your relationship, to restore its former glory. Each whispered plea carried the weight of your sincere desire, a desperate hope that the goddess of love might heed your call and guide your connection to the blissful days of yore.

But even that didn't work. And you realized the hug of what you thought would be a fresh start unraveled into the deceptive clarity of terminal lucidity. Now you would hear the eternal melancholic tone of the complete loss of vital signs. Forever.

#fermin lopez x reader #fermin lopez #fermin lopez angst #football angst #football x reader #gavi x reader #pedri x reader #fermin lopez imagine #fermin lopez x you #football imagine

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wrens-writings · 2 months

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Pretty Boy

: ̗̀➛ Jason Grace x clearsighted mortal!gn!reader

: ̗̀➛ In which you witness something horrible and wake up wishing it was just a dream, only to be met with the prettiest man you’ve ever laid your eyes on

: ̗̀➛ oh my gods??? hi??? yall absolutely ATE UP my percy fic??? i was actually SO nervous abt posting my writing, but the positive feedback made me so happy :,) also yes, this is set during HoH. do i care? no! piper is a gay icon and im sorry but i clocked in IMMEDIATELY that she wasn’t straight. my gaydar is just THAT good. also, i’m not entirely the biggest fan of this piece, but i believe in posting what i make. i use it as progress markers :)

: ̗̀➛ WARNINGS: probably out of character, near allusions to a panic attack (mr stapler eater thwarts it quickly 😌), jason being FINE.

‘oh my god, oh my god, oh my god!’ you think to yourself as you stare, unable to tear your eyes away from the Neptune statue that you frequently found yourself at this summer.

you watch as two weird furry things giggle and laugh at two boys. you don’t understand any of what’s happening right now, but you do know that whatever those weird ass creatures are, they stole the boys belongings.

you’ve never been the type to just let people get harassed, even if you don’t know them, or if their harassers are… four foot tall furry things… “hey! those don’t belong to you!” you growl at the creatures, stepping out of the shadows of the alleyway and approaching the broken fountain.

you let out a startled squeak as the shorter boy lights his hands on fire out of shock and defence when you approach. the sound that left your body as well as the EVERYTHING happening around you somehow distracted you from the telltale feeling of lightning preparing to strike on you.

in a flash, golden cords extend from Neptunes fingers, wrapping mostly around the blond boy. one of them misses the brunet, only to latch itself onto you.

just as you’re caught up in the tight golden cords, your body pressed tightly against the blond boy’s, a bolt of lightning strikes Neptunes trident, and suddenly the world went black.

vaguely, you can hear someone telling you to wake up, almost as if they were in a panic. thinking it was your mother trying to tell you that you’re going to be late for school, despite it being july, you curl yourself tighter into the nearest surface.

‘wait a damn minute…’ you think to yourself briefly. ‘this… this isn’t my pillow or my blanket…’

your eyes fly open, and are met with the clearest blue you’ve ever seen. theyre so blue that you weren’t sure if you were looking at the sky for a split second. and then it all comes rushing back.

“oh my god!” you cry, your voice shaking with confusion. it was real? why did it have to be real? why couldn’t this whole thing have just been a dream??

the pretty blond boy was clearly panicking a bit himself. “hey! hey! calm down, it’s okay!” he says over your panicky breathing. “my name is Jason. everything is oka— breathe, dude oh my gods calm down?!”

well that snapped you out of it.

“excuse me?!” you snap, your eyes narrowing with distaste. “don’t you tell me to calm down when i’m hanging upside down with some himbo lookin’ ass who’s acting like this is a regular ole thursday!”

the boy, Jason, bites his lip to stifle a laugh. if he wasn’t so damn attractive, you would’ve been incredibly offended. “sorry.” he giggles.

as you study his face, your own softens slightly. Jason didn’t portray it with his heart on his sleeve, but looking deeper into those mesmerizing clear blue eyes, you could see the horrors. something tells you that he doesn’t get to let loose very often.

“y/n.” you say, much softer than before. “my name is y/n.”

Jason smiles, and the small scar on his lip twitches. briefly, you wonder what the story behind it is. “it’s nice to meet you, y/n. i’m Jason. i wish it could’ve been under better circumstances.” he offers kindly.

you scoff and roll your eyes with a hint of fondness. “yea yea. you know how to get us out of this, Pretty Boy?” you ask with a small, slightly nervous smile.

Jason chokes, clearly not expecting the compliment. “er- yea. uh, just… don’t freak out when i pull out my sword.” he says sheepishly.

your eyes widen. sword?! before you even realize it, there’s a satisfying shrng! of metal in the air. Jason’s golden blade cuts through the cords that hold the two of you up and you tumble to the ground.

you wince and cradle your head. “ow…” you murmur, a frown on your lips.

despite you CLEARLY being in pain, Jason laughs at you softly. he offers you his hand to help you up, and with a shy smile, you take it. “these streets probably aren’t that safe right now… let me walk you back to… er… wherever you came from?” he offers kindly.

you can’t help but chuckle now yourself. “oh, sure, let’s walk to america.” you say with a snort as you begin to walk down the pretty streets of italy with an equally pretty boy. “won’t your friend need help, though?”

Jason shrugs your worry off. “nah, Leo’s fine. he’s as resourceful as they come.” he tells you with a smirk.

you nod and continue walking. “so i assume that there’s a reason i could see those weird things?” you ask softly, almost afraid of the answer.

Jason nods stiffly. he opens his mouth to answer you, but you don’t hear it. you’re too busy staring at him. at those clear, electric blue eyes that are shielded by a pair of glasses and hide so much pain. his soft looking pink lips and the scar along them. his windswept blond hair, as though he’d been flying through the sky without any protection. the way he talks and walks, as if he’s been trained his whole life to be a diplomat.

jesus christ, this boy is pretty as they come.

when you finally tear your eyes away from him, you frown. you’re somehow at the home your family has rented for the summer. already?

“thank you, for walking me back.” you say to him shyly as you look back into his gorgeous eyes.

Jason’s cheeks light pink, just barely, but enough that you can see. “of course. it’s no problem.” he responds as he rubs the back of his head nervously. “take care of yourself, okay, y/n?”

you nod and say your farewells, watching him as he turns and runs back the way you walked, intent on finding his friend. you wonder if you’ll ever see him again, if the fates will ever allow you to cross paths with such a beautiful person ever again.

your eyes fall as you watch him leave, but snap back up quickly. damn! he has a nice ass, too…

#ೃ⁀➷ wrens writings #ೃ⁀➷ wrens ramblings #ೃ⁀➷ wrens tidbits #jason grace x reader #percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson and the heroes of olympus #house of hades #pjo

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carnivalcarriondiscarded · 9 months

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if you would all allow me to be delusional for a moment - so i went back to staring Very Hard at the neighborhood map and. um. well. im chucking my marbles out the window! as always take all of this with a Hefty grain of salt!

i thought i saw a weird pixel in Frank's window so i zoomed in. then i took a screenshot, and fucked with the contrast/brightness settings. and uhhhhhh

UHHHHHH

FRANK??? HELLO???? HE'S IN THERE? i'm pretty sure im Not seeing things bc that is definitely a vague gray tube-outline with a yellow spot in the shape of Frank's nose. hidden in the dark. and i might be seeing things but in the pane next to his face it kinda looks like his hand is on the window? but! Frank's in there! what the fuck!

so naturally i slowly scrolled through the neighborhood Zoomed The Fuck In. obvi there's nothing in Home's eyes, and Barnaby's & Sally's single visible windows(?) are closed. I couldn't find any out-of-place pixels in Julie's or Poppy's.

but! Eddie's kinda freaked me out a little! look at this shit!

on the top left pane... are those fingerprints pressing into the glass? and in the lower left, is that a fucking Face peering out? a creepy ass face that almost looks like some sort of mask? there seems to be another Shape in the upper right... another face perhaps?

and then there's the weird window shine in the lower right (along with maybe Another face...). it almost looks like a string of letters. there isn't a single pattern/design like that anywhere else in the neighborhood. what's up with that....

oh and also, just went back to double check the post office's display window

there seems to be another face - all the way to the right in the darkness. judging by the shape of the paler (yellowish?) pixels between what must be eyes, i think that's Eddie. and i think i see ears and a hat... not sure though. this one is really tough to see but it's There

(side note: Eddie is totally fucked, isn't he? between the faces(?) and hands behind his door, Home sitting in his display, and the hyacinths by his building, the emphasis on his memory (or lack-thereof) in a project that is, in a sense, About memory... i'm concerned! and eating it tf up! hell yeah lets get funky!)

now i couldn't see any, like, concrete Faces or anything in Howdy's store. but! you can kinda see inside! observe~

in the big open window, you can kinda make out some sort of container on a counter and what might be shelves or a kind of brick pattern. and then above the 100% sign... hold on are those fuckign Eyes? lets take a look zoomed in & without the image adjustments!

yeah those uh. i think those are eyes. Wally-esque eyes peering out of the darkness. though they also mildly remind me of eyespots on insect wings. butterfly eyespots, perhaps. inch resting indeed...

WAIT I LIED!!! there DOES seem to be another string of letter-like symbols in the neighborhood, not just the post office's window shine. now it could be just a wild coincidence, but at the same time it seems kind of... purposeful. like that's not normal shading/coloring.

check out the blue window border on Howdy's Place, next to the apples. the lighter blue pixels seem Arranged. i think i see a clear N, and either an R or a P... along with some other symbols that i don't recognize as anything. the lower ones look kinda like faces? what could the top one be? is any of it anything or am i looking too hard?

in short: they're watching us watch them and there's way more to the map than initially meets the eye....

(edit: i've added a reblog w/ the images outlined! badly outlined but a clearer View of what i see nonetheless! + some notes on more little things outlining helped me notice)

#throttling my laptop WHAT DOES IT MEAN??? WHAT DOES IT MEANNNNNNN #got a little spooked there ngl....#noticing the faces(?) in eddie's gave me a lil startle. got a little chill up my spine #I LOVE IT!#im gonna be reeling over this all night....#the implications! the arising questions!! the Choices!!!#frank and eddie being the only ones with their faces in their windows (plus a couple extra)#eddie and howdy having letters/symbols(?) on their buildings #THE EYES IN HOWDY'S STORE!!!#i feel like these are important misplaced pieces of a puzzle i havent even opened yet #god and like. tiny home in eddie's window yeah but that With the eyes in howdy's store?#both buildings - both Stores! - seeming to have hidden letters on them??? WHAT DOES IT MEANNNN #of course i could be just plain insane and seeing things #but some of it.... ough i dont think i am fellas #welcome home speculation #wh speculation #homebogging #ive been meaning to Examine the updated map.... not much Changed or caught my attention but a few things did #why does barnaby have a carton of milk outside his house? something to do with the phrase 'no use crying over spilled milk'?#the flower patch behind julie's house is Oddly green.... kinda reminds me of a body dump #that plus the red thing next to the bowling ball (a ribbon? scissors? something else?) makes me Suspicious #along with a mildly delusional Theory i've had since my first good Examining Of The Map (before the update!)#but thats not what this post is about #theres just. theres interesting things in there!#thank you for reading! i need to go Think about this all....#im feeling the urge to up the contrast/brightness of Every Single Slightly Dark image on the site <3

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hummusxx · 9 months

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Thank u to my man (insta au)

Jude Bellingham x reader

summary: in which a popular influencer discovers the most handsome man on earth (Jude)

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wagsoffootball: Are #y/ny/l and #judebellingham on bae watch👀 Is this a 🚢 or sink

y/nzworld: girl bye 😭🥱

user904: why we still doin this in 2023. Cringey as hell

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y/nsbestie: TOMATO TOMATO FIND SOMETHING DIFFERENT BOO

^user736: HELP😭😭

user627:she’s not even pretty😒

^user907:girl ik u didn’t just say that about miss.y/n

user627: she’s probably just another gold digger 🤣

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y/nzworld: and my man, thank u to my man

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judebellingham: you’re welcome ig🙄

^y/nzworld: wow okay. 😪🤧

y/nsbestie: rue when was this 😦

^y/nzworld: whoop’s i forgot to tell u

^y/nsbestie: call me right now Y/N Y/L

judebellingham: out of all photos you took of me…

^y/nzworld:you just looked so cute i had too 🥹

jobebellingham: bruvs finally getting play 🙏

^judebellingham: you’re not funny.

^y/nzworld: i think he’s funny

^jobebellingham: thank u y/n. see this is why i like u more than him.

^judebellingham: she’s lying to u

gioareyna: mama y papa

user896: WAIT WHAT!?

user267: gold digger 🤮🤮🥱

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well hello. Im trying out insta au’s because i love reading them sm so i thought why not give it a shot. Haven’t posted a fic in a while (i see your requests and i have started them all) Requests are still open if anyone wants something done by me, just don’t expect it to be done right away. This has been siting in my drafts since like mid July so here ya go everyone

#hummusxx' corner #jude bellingham #jb5 #jude bellingham x reader #hey jude #jude bellingham imagine #jude bellingham fluff #star boy

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vintagevict0ria · 5 months

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𝙸 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞

“You brush past me in the hallway…”

chapter 1

pairing: Adam Driver x f!reader

content: n/a

a/n: omg i am soooooo excited for this you have no idea. Its been so long since i posted and this idea has been stuck in my drafts since july and since im back in my Adam driver era- id thought id finish this. This is mostly inspired by Taylor Swifts song "I can see you" and each chapter will be based on a lyric! So i am no expert on how film/actor/movie stuff works so bear with me. Hopeful as this goes on, it will get better. Im planning on finishing this by the new year (who knows if that will happen) but since im on break i should take advantage of my free time. Ok long story short I will be writing this shit non stop since im on a writing high so who knows if the next chapter will come out tommorow! Hope you enjoy! Notes are greatly appreciated!!

Y/n, a famous actress known for her beautiful face and captivating personality but also her incredible acting skills. You had been nominated for over 50 awards and won 5 oscars. It had been a while since you were on a set nor a movie. The last film was a roaring success and the critics were crazy about it! The media begged for another film starring Y/N Y/L/N.

The first thing you heard when you woke up was the sound of your phone ringing. Your agent- Carolina, was calling. You quickly answered- yawning and hoping she wouldn’t hear it. “Y/n! Great news!” You sighed, not really understanding what was happening. “You got the job!” The job? what is she talking about? “huh?” You rubbed your eyes, laying back down. “The movie!! Adam Driver is in it too! Oh my gosh i can hear them now! ‘Y/n y/l/n and Adam Driver are co-stars in the biggest hit of the year!” Once you heard his name, you sprung up “Wait what?” “Yeah! They want you here in LA by tomorrow morning. I’ve already booked you a flight to leave in..5 hours! Bye!” She hung up before you could say another word. You glanced over at the clock- 9:35. The flight was at 2:15 and it would take a while to pack and get ready. So, being the smart woman you are, you got up and started the day. Showering, packing, and of course- stopping to get starbucks.

Once you arrived in LA, you headed to the condo where you would be staying for a majority of filming. That morning you woke up and started getting ready for the day. Showering, and making a coffee before you headed out to the table read. You threw on a pair of leggings and a tshirt. It was late autumn so you took a jacket on the way out. At the studio you said hello to the crew and a huge thank you to the casting director. “Y/n!” It was Carolina- she ran up to you and embraced you in a tight hug. “How was the flight?” You smiled at the redhead girl “Great.” Carolina jumped up and down with excitement and handed you sheets of paper. On the cover was the name of the film, the name of the director-JJ Abrams- and your name. “Heres your script. You need to go ahead and head in there! Bye!” She walked away, the sound of her heals clicked across the floor. You quickly skimmed through the pages while walking and not paying attention. You soon enough ran into someone, your coffee spilling over you and the floor along with your script- which was on the floor…covered in coffee. “Oh gosh Im so sorry!” You apologized while picking up your script, wincing at the wet paper. “You might want to watch where you are going next time.” The voice was soft but stern. You looked up and realized it was Adam Driver.

He was wearing all black and his hair was messy. He glanced at you with a subtle stare. “Im so sorry!” You stood up, brushing yourself off. “No worries, happens to the best of us.” He rolled his shoulders back and popped his neck, closing his eyes. Damn he was attractive. ”You headed in?” You asked, trying to keep your composure together. Adam simply just nodded.

The first day of the read consisted of going over the aspects of the film and the time line of production. After the read through, filming would start, then the movie premiere would take place after filming and production in Hollywood, but that was a whiles away. When the read was over you walked out with another co star. Heading to your condo, you received a text from Carolina. "Girl, just talked to JJ and he just gave me word that there is a sex scene between you and Adam 😁" The stupid emoji at the end made you cringe. Carolina giving you this news shot your nerves through the roof. As if you weren't already nervous enough about working with Adam, having to film a intimate scene made it far worse. Kicking your shoes off and falling onto your bed, you opened instagram, an attempt to get your mind of the situation at hand, it didn't work.

#Spotify #adam driver #adam driver x reader #actor au #smut #fluff #angst #adam driver smut #adam driver fluff #adam driver angst #taylor swift #i can see you

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kichikichiko · 1 year

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Trip to dreamland

FIRST TIME WRITING FOR MY FAV PUPPET WALLY <3333

Request by : @lunarowen 🤭

Synopsis : Wally sees his beloved tired and sleepy, so the puppet prepared his Darling charm and comforts you

Pairing: wally darling x gn puppet! Reader

Cw: fluff, comfort, established relationship, slightly OOC?, sleeping together on the same bed 🥹🫶🏻, not proofread

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Sorry to bother you both, but have you seen (name) anywhere today?" The neighbourhoods favourite artist asked Julie Joyful and Frank Frankly, interupting their conversation.

"Oh sorry wally! I havent seen them at all today! Now that I think about it, they seem quite off the day before, right Frank?" Julie looked back at Frank, looking for some kind of answer

Frank nodded after a bit of thinking and looked at the yellow puppet "why dont you ask Eddie? He's probably delivering mail right now"

Wally thanked the 2 and made his way down to Eddie Dear's post office and asked him the same question.

"Sorry Wally" Eddie started, back facing Wally as he sorted out mails and packages. "I havent seen em today either, I will stop by their house later on, if you want I can report to you what I find"

Wally shaked his head "no that wont be necessary I think I'll just head over to their house instead, thank you Eddie"

You and Wally were suppose to have a painting date around the woods of the neighbourhood, but you never showed up.

After a bit, the yellow puppet arrived at your home and knocked a few times, when there was no answer he started to get worried.

He knocked again "hello~? (Name), its me Wally. Are you alright in there?" No answer

He pondered for a bit then decided to do something

"I'll come inside then (name)"

He entered your house and stood at the entrance, waiting to hear something, anything from you but again no sound can be heard.

Wally went up the stairs to your bedroom and knocked, "(name)? Are you alright?"

He opened your bedroom door slightly and peaked his head in, the sight he saw was you propped up on the floor dozing off with papers scattered around the floor.

Wally walked up to you and crouchrd down, shaking you a bit to wake you up.

You opened your eyes and groaned a bit "wally...? What are you doing here? Were suppose to meet tomorrow..."

"It IS already tomorrow (name), you didnt show up at our meeting place" He answered you with his signature smile and lazy eyes.

Once he said that did you finally gain your senses, you looked around to see the sun shining through your window, then at the clock and back at Wally

He didnt seemed bothered at the slightest, making you feel guilty. "Im... so sorry Wally I didnt- I should have set an alarm! I didnt realised I dozed off last night oh no!"

Wally placed his hand on your head and shaked his head, the smile still on his face "dont worry about it, I was worried something happened to you, speaking of which...whats with all this paper scattered about?"

You scanned the area and finally remembered what you were SUPPOSE to do the night before

"I was... trying to prepare a drawing of the both of us last night.. as a surprise gift to give to you when we meet up..." blush formed around your cheeks (if that was even possible) as you looked down to your hands, slightly embarrassed "none of them looked nice so I kept on trying to draw a better one... i guess I lost track of time and the next thing I knew, I've already fallen asleep"

The yellow puppet laughed at your words, "ha.. ha...ha" some puppets thoight the way he laughed was iffy or strange, but you never thought of it that way, in fact when he laughs, it washes your worries away.

"Oh dear (name) I think all your drawings look lovely, I would have appreciated all of them either way and Im sure you know that" he gave you a closed eyes smile reassuring you, making you smile a bit. He took your hand and stood up "lets just spend the day at your place, you seem pretty tired so lets just relax"

You nodded and lead him to your bed as you layed on it Wally following along.

He attemped to hug you, but ended up limp in the process making you laugh "youve gotten slightly better at this Wally"

"Im glad, the concept of hugging is still strange to me, ha.. ha.. ha..."

Comfortable silence ensued and you started feeling your eyelids drop, before you made your way to dreamland, Wally kissed your forehead and said the following words,

"Have a wonderful trip to dreamland, I'll see you there, Darling."

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REQUESTS OPEN

Masterlist here!

#wally darling x y/n #wally darling x reader #wally darling #wally x reader #welcome home arg #welcome home game #welcome home au #welcome home fanfic #fanfic #wally darling fanfic #x reader #wally x y/n #wally x you

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harrysfolklore · 2 years

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instagram concept with sabrina carpenter as the face claim? i'm obsessed with these <3

fun fact: this was like the second or third request i got when i started doing insta blurbs, i have no idea why it took me so long to do sabrina ! but here it is i hope you like it <3

PART 2 !!!

CONSIDER SUPPORTING ME <3

ask me anything | masterlist | likes and reblogs are appreciated !

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yourinstagram this is me telling you that i just uploaded (another) harry styles cover to my youtube channel. this time it’s one of my favorite songs in the world, cherry 🤍 i hope you like it

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ynfan1 GO BESTIEEE

madisonbeer angel girl ❤️

ynfan2 OMG HARRY LIKED SHES GONNA PASS

harrystyles What a gorgeous rendition of my song, YN. Thank you for sharing your talent. Love, H x

↳ harryfan1 HARRYYYY

↳ yourinstagram i’m still on cloud nine that you saw my cover and you like it !! thank you for being such an inspiration and an incredible human being 💖

↳ ynfan2 AWEE CUTIES

jefezoff 👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻

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harrystyles LOVE ON TOUR 2022.

TICKETS ON SALE NOW.

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harryfan1 FINALLYYYY

harris_reed Omg yessssss

yourinstagram still blown away by this, thank you for the incredible opportunity 🤍

↳ harrystyles It’s our pleasure to have you on the road x

↳ ynfan1 AH I LOVE THEM

ynfan2 I SAY THATS MY BABY AND IM PROUD

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yourinstagram LOVE ON TOUR 🤍 i can’t wait to see everyone in a few minutes I’M LOSING MY MIND

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ynfan1 GORGEOUS OMG

billieeilish i’m obsessed with you

harryfan1 forget about harry look at her

harrystyles Good luck, tourmate x

↳ ynfan2 TOURMATE 😭

↳ harryfan1 he’s supposed to be on stage soon why is he on his phone

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harrystyles Love On Tour. Stockholm. June, 2022.

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harryfan1 BABYYY

alessandro_michele 🍒

yourinstagram the tourmates are tourmating

↳ harrystyles Slay bestie

↳ ynfan1 IM CRYING

↳ harryfan2 OMFG

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yourinstagram stockholm that was a dream come true 🥺 thank you for your energy and warmth, what a way to kick off my love on tour run 🤍 oslo, you’re next, and surprises are on the way!

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harryfan1 your set was incredible

oliviarodrigo THE QUEEN ❤️

ynfan1 i’m so proud of her

harryfan2 UMMM SURPRISES ??

harrystyles Being on stage is the best medicine, right? x

↳ harryfan2 HARRY STYLESSSS WHAT DO YOU MEAN

↳ ynfan2 OMG

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loveontourupdates Harry and YN performing Medicine together in Oslo tonight !

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harryfan1 OMFGGGG

ynfan1 THEIR POWER

harryfan2 they sound so good together

ynfan2 THIS IS HISTORY

ynfan3 YN really went from being a fangirl yo performing with him how iconic

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yourinstagram OSLO ❤️🍒 i told you surprises were coming and i hope i didn’t disappoint :)

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harryfan1 OH YOU DIDNT

maudeapatow You’re the moment ❤️

ynfan1 YOU KEEP SLAYING

harryfan2 her stage outfits are so goooood

ynfan2 THIS IS THE YN SHOW

harrystyles I’m not sure if I’m okay with people calling my tour “The YN Show” now

↳ yourinstagram it is what it is, boss

↳ harryfan3 OMG I LOVE THIS

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harrystyles Love On Tour. Oslo. July, 2022.

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harryfan1 BEST NIGHT EVER

jefezoff 👏🏻👏🏻

yourinstagram more like “The YN Show. Oslo. July, 2022.”

↳ harrystyles No. Stop it.

↳ harryfan2 HES SOOOOO 😭

↳ ynfan2 i’m going to say what everyone is thinking: i ship this

PART 2 !!!

taglist: @cucciolafaerie @eleanordaisy @sunflowersndpeaches @golden-hoax @alienorknight @daydreamingofmatilda @sunflowervolume66 @lollypopsx @vanteguccir @ivyproblems s @ayeshathestyles @stylesmygucci @gimsaysay @rosaliedepp @dontworrysunflower @milfrrynation @manifestrry @iceebabies s @harrystylesrecs @pleasingrryyy @harianaswhore @leadmetogarden @finelinevogue @abeanontoast @grapejuice-rry @vrittivsanghavi @msolbesg @tati813 @sad1esgf @ivegotparticulartaste

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taeraeszn · 1 year

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im v hao deprived☹️ sooo i was wondering if you would be able to write a zhang hao fluffy fic😭? i was thinking smthin like idolxidolreader or idolxtraineereader stuff like that but it could rlly be ab anything you want js yk fluff:)) tysm!!

enchanted to meet you - zhang hao

characters: idol!zhang hao x gn!idolreader

description: after you two meet during an interview at a music show, you couldn't help but notice the boy standing in the centre of his group.

genre: fluff

word count: 954

warnings: may include some spelling/grammar errors but i don't think there is any but pls lmk if there is!!!!

a/n: hi anon! i decided to use what you suggested, hopefully your okay with that and how i wrote the story :) and honestly just writing this i'm getting more and more excited for their actual debut hehe <3

also i had so much fun writing this especially the interview part lol. this is the first time i've ever finished writing someone in one sitting!! i was so into this <3

being an idol was something you always wanted to become after seeing celebrities on tv sing and dance. you were luckily to be accepted as a trainee in a company and trained for a good 2 years before officially making your debut as the lead vocalist. you were very loved by your fans for being both talented and having a warm personality.

right after you debuted, your first music show appearance would be on music bank. your group was one of two groups chosen to be interviewed by the mc's eunchae and chaemin. needless to say that you were thrilled.

when your group members were all done getting ready with their styling, you were then escorted to the room where your interview was going to be held. that is where you met zerobaseone, the group who was joining you for that particular interview.

one of the boys signalled for the other members to be prepared to introduce themselves. "1, 2...d1, be the one! hello, we are zerobaseone!" they all exclaimed then bowed afterwards.

your group followed by your own introduction and the moment you looked up from bowing, you made eye contact with the guy standing in the centre. you had no idea what his name was or who he even was but you felt your heart start beating.

"we recently debuted with the album youth in the shade, we hope you have lots of interest in it!" the boy in the centre said. you nodded and thanked them as they handed their album to you that was signed.

your manager took the album aside and you did the same exchange with them by handing them your debut album. that's when you were called for the interview and you all stood there, excited but nervous at being able to promote your group on tv.

as they counted down from ten, the interview began and eunchae began speaking. "chaemin! did you hear? there's two new groups in town who are making a big splash in the hot month of july!"

chaemin then nodded, "of course! their hot debut is definitely a hit, let's meet them! welcome, zerobaseone and (group name)!"

once again your group introduced themselves to the viewers and zerobaseone did the same. the cheers you both received were such a indescribable feeling, seeing all the fans with banners and lightsticks really made it seem like your dream came true.

afterwards the interview went excellent! your leader took over most of the talking and you all made a great impression. but even throughout the interview, you couldn't stop thinking of the boy standing in the centre. he shined so bright even with his other eight members surrounding him.

your group headed back to your waiting room and you were the last member trailing behind everyone. but just as you were about to head in, you felt a presence linger behind you.

"um, excuse me?" you turned to see that boy you noticed from earlier behind you. his face looked so...perfect. like everything was sculpted to perfection. his downwards smile when you noticed him made your cheeks heat up. keep your calm (name)!

"oh! hello!" you bowed. he did the same and did the honours of introducing himself first, "my name is zhang hao! i'm the centre of zerobaseone. i just wanted to say that i really liked your debut song." oh so that's what his name was, zhang hao. it sounds pretty just like him.

"oh wow, thank you! my name is (name). i watched your debut as well and i was very impressed!"

he then shyly looked to his other member standing behind him before turning back to you, "is it okay if we can shoot a tiktok video together?" was this really happening?! the cute centre boy of his group asked you to film a tiktok with him?! you couldn't say no and followed him to the iconic pair of staircases that nearly every idol danced in front of for collabs at music bank.

"are you ready?" he smiled, his other member from before was filming it for him and before you knew it, the music began. you became fully immersed into the song as if it was your own debut and put your effort into making your cover good.

when the music finished, you once again bowed to him but it wasn't until that you were about to return to your waiting room that zhang hao stopped you once again.

"yes?" you asked. he seemed flustered but took his phone out and opened the contact app, "um, i want to get to know you better and get close. can we exchange numbers?"

his other member began chuckling to himself as zhang hao sent him a glare but retained his focus to you, once again showing his downward smile.

at first you were worried about the stacked july comeback lineup but now you were so thankful that you got to debut in the same month as him.

"of course! here, i'll put my name and number." he handed you his phone and you did exactly that.

"your name is (name)?" he said while staring at the contact, you nodded, "that's me!"

"thank you! i hope we can keep in touch!" he said while waving goodbye and heading back to his waiting room with his member who was filming the tiktok.

"me too! have a good day!" you responded. you went the opposite way and just then you heard his other member say something to him.

"hyung has a crush~" they said, zhang hao playfully nudged their shoulder.

"stop it!" you couldn't help but giggle. now you just had to wait for him to message you first, hopefully this encounter turns into more.

#zb1 #zerobase1 #zerobaseone #zb1 fluff #zb1 scenarios #zb1 drabbles #zb1 reactions #zhang hao #zhang hao imagine #zhang hao drabbles #zhang hao imagines #zb1 x reader #zhang hao x reader

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walli3darl1ng · 1 year

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howdy there Neighbour!!

Can I request the Welcome home ppl reacting to a half cybertronian(transformers) half human reader?

Like!! The reader comes through into the welcome home by accident due to their travelling device not functioning properly! I'd love to see their reactions!!@ but Frank also questioning what even is the reader species might be funni

Hello neighbor!! <3

Thank you for requesting! I’ll try my best. Also you’ll be so cool to them!

Also look at me go! Posting twice😭

It was a sunny afternoon with the welcome home neighborhood and they were having their weekly picnic just up the hill.

Everyone was playing and having fun when the sky got darker and the clouds got grayer, swirling around in the middle.

“What’s happening?” Julie asks in fear as she covers herself from the strong winds, clinging to Barnaby.

As they all hold onto each other they see what looks like a ball of light shoot from the center of the black hole and fall down a little deeper in the woods. This caught most of the crew’s attention and out of all Eddie was the first to take action and run over to where it landed.

“Eddie?!”

“Wait for us!”

“Hurry, guys!”

And off they went to see that fell from the sky! Was it aliens? Monsters?! No, it was you getting off your little pod.

You are gears and metal wires but you’re human shape? And your face is human enough. What could you be? And what are you doing here?

You groan and shake your head, lifting your robotic arm and clicking a button to show a hologram of a map. “No signal? That’s not possible.” You mumbled.

The soft neighborhood glance at each other before Barnaby stepped on a branch causing it to snap loudly. “Barnaby! You’re gonna scare them off!”

“Im sorry it was an accident!”

“Julie I think you’ll scare them away with that yelling.” Wally cuts in while holding two bush branches on either side of his head to keep him hidden. Very poorly but it’s the thought the counts.

“That’s mean, Wally! I’m telling Home!”

“Tell them. All I have to do is sing to them-“

“Uh, guys, this is not the time-“

“Hello?” Frank was Interrupted by your smooth voice and turns to see you’re now in front of them with a small, amusing smile.

Up close you do look human but looking at your arms and fingers they can tell it’s robotic. With ball joints and moving gears when you lift your hand to wave at them. “Hi..”

Julie, Barnaby and Sally were the first ones to inspect you from head to toe, vocalizing their interest of your unique appearance. As well as looking at your little home pod. “Oh! Careful, I don’t want you to get hurt!” You’ll say as you see them climbing on the pod then giggling when poppy scolds them and makes them get off.

Howdy is amazed when you transformed and added a new arm to help you take the pod off the ground. He’s not the only one with more then two arms! He doesn’t feel as lonely.

Eddie and Frank are both curious and fearful. It’s cool that you can do all this stuff and seeing their friends gush over you is adorable they just don’t knew what you are exactly. Are you human? Robot? Both? That now want to take as much information of you and your kind; speaking of, are there more of you? Do you have family?

Poppy is afraid the trio will break you! You look so durable yet so fragile? Like you’ll break easily. She thinks your nice since you’re keeping the trio occupied with a video of dancing fruits on a hologram screen.

Wally is just a curious and cautious kitty. His eyes are wide with wonder right now. Especially seeing the dancing fruits. He saw and apple and lost it.

Turns out you were on your way home but the portal was built incorrectly and sent you here. So all you have to do is take it down and built it again. But that would take months and you’ll need to charge up before putting your motherboard through that.

For the meantime,

Welcome home.

#welcome home #wally darling #welcome home wally #welcome home x reader #welcome home x you #welcome home poppy #welcome home frank #welcome home julie #welcome home howdy #welcome home sally #welcome home eddie #welcome home barnaby

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jacenotjason · 7 months

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hellooo!! helloo!! I have... I have TWO QUESTIONS!! 1. How would each of them react to someone being homophobic/transphobic towards them? 2. uhhh how would they react if they saw their parents? especially the ones that don't like/have never met parents (i was gonna put something else for the second one but uhhh i frogor uh oh)

OH BOY TWO QUESTIONS!! Ok lets all pray Tumblr doenst eat this its gonna be a lot

Ok first question, how would they react to someone being queerphobic to them?

Eddie: “mhm… sure…” he does not care. He deosnt really listen to people in the first place, the second you start trying to offend him he just tones you out. He does not give half a shit. Maybe if you keep talking.. a fuck will fall into his hand!

Poppy: being queerphobic to her?? Eh. Who cares. She lived through a homophobic cult and also bigoted parents, shes got tough skin. Being queerphobic to her children? PREPARE TO CATCH THESE TALONS BIIIITCH

Julie: absolutely roasts you. She takes one look at you and digs up your nastiest trauma some how. Like this “ew a girl dating a girl thats gay (idk how to be homophobic)” “? *looks up and down* okay? I didn’t ask, go tell your mom. Oh, wait shes dead isn’t she? And your father isn’t even present, he left when you were 6 and you had to rely on your Grandfathers homophobic ideology and your Grandmothers abuse. I don’t care what you have to think.” Then the homophobe just lays on the floor in the fetal position.

Sally: “196.251.208.6” get doxxed.

Frank: he just starts crying :( then he goes and tells Eddie and hes gonna stab you

(How do you even be homophobic to someone questioning??) Barnaby: “I know my identity isn’t the root of your anger.. come here, sit down, lets talk it out..” uuuh free therapy? He just summons tea bc all grandpas have the ability to just summon tea

Howdy: i actually have no idea. Ik hes sort of gotten this reputation as violent but hes- guys hes pathetic. He probably just laughs at them and shoos them away, maybe pull the gun from under the counter if he needs to

OK ooo o this ones a little less fun.. if they met their parents

Eddie: quick Eddie lore he was raised in joint custody, his parents hate each other so… uhm.. were getting the gang back together! He’d probably just sit with his face in his hands as his parents fight like “Ohmygod.. guys stop” they blame each other for how Eddie ended up and hes like “Im literally right here”

Poppy: shes long gotten over her fear of her parents. She’s happy and thats all that matters, she’ll happily tell off her parents like a GIRLBOSS YEAAAHHH happily explain how she escaped the cult they sent her too and how happy she is rn

Julie: uhm.. Julie’s parents are dead. Next question. Lmao ok but fr if she like.. came back to life she’d be so happy :3 she, and all the other joyfuls, were raised by a single mom and Julie got all her “men are trash, defend urself, never be afraid to punch a man” type ideology from her mom and her mom was super accepting and she misses herrr :((

Sally: now you may think Sally has a terrible relationship with her parents.. but she doesnt :3 shes unable to see her mom (for agoraphobic, mental health, and also legal reasons) but she loves her a lot. Her mom did sort of raise her in shitty conditions, but Sally doesn’t blame her at all and misses her a lottt wah

Frank: no

Barnaby: ooohh no… so uuh lore for those that dont know, Barnaby’s parents gave him up to the “”””boarding school”””” when he was four and he doesnt remember them. He’d probably be happier then he should to meet them, but most definitely get gaslit by his parents :( like they have what Barnaby thinks is a normal conversation but really isnt.. someone stop it q-p

Howdy: he fuckin loves his dad!! And all his family!!! And he sees them regularly, so itd just be a normal visit

AAA big post ee

Also tumblr didnt eat it thank u tumblr

#welcome home #welcome home au #welcome home opposite au #thanks for the serotonin!#howdy pillar #eddie dear #frank frankly #julie joyful #sally starlet #barnaby b beagle #poppy partridge #poppy ‘ma’ partridge

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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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Living ( A live sequel)

a/n: omgggg I know it been forever since this story but im back with the sequel!!!! there is gonna be a few chapters before were back on track but that just means you guys will see me on your timelines everyday ☺️

“Hi I’m Maia Quinn, and I'm the Season 23 winner of The Voice!"

Mid July

“Hello Team Niall.” Niall introduced as they all waved and greeted him back. “Well, I've got a bit of news for you. Because of my concert schedule, I actually won't be in town for knockout rehearsals.” Everyone was shocked… and rightfully so. “Because I won't be there, I've chosen another coach to come in and mentor you guys for rehearsal.” Everyone started to freak out wondering who on earth it might be.

“And they have been in your place before so I think they’ve got exactly what you need.”

The scene changed to the all too familiar practice room with an empty directors chairs. The sounds of steps progressively got louder until the special person appeared.

“I'M BACK!”

But let's not get ahead of ourselves. Let's rewind a bit.

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A day or two after The Voice Finale

“Hi I’m Maia Quinn, and I'm the Season 23 winner of The Voice, and we're hanging out with Rob on Front Row Live.”

“Go with me.” Niall moaned into your mouth as you straddled him. “Where?” you question kissing down his neck. “Boston. I know it's last minute and we’d leave in the morning-” you shut him up with a kiss and a roll of your hips, his hands tightening against your thighs. “Just wake me up an hour before we leave.”

Sitting at the desk of you and Niall’s shared hotel room the morning of May 26th you had early interviews to get through before you were meant to go to the festival. You looked over the camera to see Niall already looking at you.

“Maia congratulations. What a night you had a few nights ago.” Rob praised and you smiled adjusting your airpod. “I am super excited for you and your career and your future. Especially because you're starting so young. You have enough time to kind of like, continue to evolve, and understand your voice; learn a lot more about yourself throughout this process. Talk to me about this process of your experience here on the voice and how you've evolved as a vocalist and a performer.” The interview was more than you could ever imagine.

“Now your relationship with Niall this season has had fans going crazy. From the after performance hugs to the duet, and the after party, what can you tell us about that?”

You saw Nialls face peak over the laptop screen and stayed neutral. “Niall has been the most supportive and very encouraging. He has become one of my best friends through this whole journey. I lost a lot of my confidence during the pandemic unfortunately. It made me think that I would never be able to do things that I certainly could do and Niall- all these years later- has been there to remind me that I probably can do them, and then make me do it. So our friendship and relationship has been so important to me. He is my best friend across the charts and he’d hate me for saying this, but I wouldn't be here without him.”

“Last question before we go. Is there anything we can look forward to seeing soon? Maybe another EP?”

You smiled glad you were able to share some information on what was coming next. “All I'll say now is, look for me on stage back home.” you winked dramatically knowing those who would get it would get it.”

“That's amazing, I'll definitely keep my eyes peeled. It was so great having you on. I hope to see you in person soon.”

“Bye!”

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User10 i'm actually really happy she won

User2 wait…Slane is in Ireland…..

User6 I just learned she had an EP…. what?!?!?!?

Being at Boston Calling with him

“Boston, Massachusetts, how you doing?” he asked the crowd after he finished ‘Heaven’. The loud response made him smile excitedly. “Holy shit! This is crazy.” you face palmed knowing he was going to slip up sooner or later. “Thank you all so much for coming out to see me. I really appreciate it.” they cheered again as he sipped his water. You watched as he looked at the amount of people and a smile formed on your face.

“This is uhm- this is actually my first ever Festival.” he let out a breath at the realisation. “I've definitely been drunk at a few.” you laughed at him with the rest of the crowd. “But I've never played at any and for that reason I'm absolutely shitting myself.” he said looking at you knowing you would calm him, and him seeing you laugh did just the trick.

“But thank you for being here. I know some of you guys have been queuing for years.” he looked around at the signs “My girlfriend showed me this earlier ‘i travelled four thousand miles to be here from Brazil’ your eyes went wide at the declaration and the deafening screams were present. He subtly looked in your direction and saw your reaction, his worry diminished as he saw you smiling making him smile. “Makes you feel bad from coming just down the road doesn't it? ‘I came from round New York’.” he mocked, “awe who cares.” he laughed with them and you hid a big smile behind your hands.

~~~~

You walked the same route you came flashing your pass when you reached the gate and made your way in to see Niall. When you saw him you squealed and ran over to him. He turned when he heard you and caught you in his arms as you wrapped your legs around his waist and he spun you both around hands on the swell of your bum.

“I'm so proud of you!” you screamed and he laughed before he was kissing you passionately. It was quick as many more pecks through giggles followed. “I can not explain to you how happy i am.” he whispered in shock as you were sitting in the trailer behind the stage and he was getting changed. “You should be so happy, my love. That was incredible, and I am so so proud of you.” he smiled at you before grabbing your hand and kissing the ring on it. “You make me so happy, baby girl.” you melted at his words and stood up to kiss him softly. “And you make me the happiest girl, Ni.”

You surprising Niall at his Zane Lowe interview and him outing you

You knew Niall was disappointed when you told him you wouldn't be able to make it to his Zane Lowe interview today. He was really excited for this one and wanted you to be there. It was only a few days later that you flew from Boston down to LA for the interview. You were working on last minute stuff for the announcement today and you were nowhere close to done when he was getting ready to leave.

“I'm sorry love.” you kissed his pout away as you both stood by the door of his LA house. “I know, it’s okay. I know why you can’t make it, and for that I am so very proud.” he melted his lips against yours as your hands went to the curls on the back of his neck and he wrapped his went straight to your bum.

~~~

Niall was watching Zane play his songs and the guitar with a big smile a few hours after he left. “There are some pretty songs on this record bro.” Zane complimented as he switched playing from ‘The Show’ to ‘You could start a cult’. You who had just made it into the studio to surprise Niall were standing behind the glass watching him, waiting for him to notice.

“Thank you very much.'' He cut through Zanes music. “This one kills me.” Zane admitted as Niall caught on to what he was playing. “Yeah.” he cheered Zane on softly, finally noticing you. You saw his smile widened and you waved softly. “You Could Start A Cult.” he named distractedly, still looking at you as if he looked away you would disappear.

~~~

“Kingdoms fighting over you,” Niall continued. “I think that like they’re the ones- that could have very easily been, ‘ i like waking up beside you and you're my favourite person.” he joked easily. “But ‘you could start a war’.” you shook your head at his lyrical genius. “Do you ever crack yourself up with it?”

‘Yeah it was something silly at first but now everyone's obsessed with it. It started with me and my girlfriend now, when we met we would watch crime shows together over facetime,” he exposed and you chuckled at his laugh.

‘You say girlfriend now, sorry if i'm over stepping but..” zane trailed off

“No,” he shrugged off looking at you, who nodded, “she was not my girlfriend at the time, she is now, is what that meant.”

“So did she not know the song was for her?”

“She didn't know any song was for her- or about her I should say. The road from when we met to now has been a very dark windy tunnel, but we made it to the other end.”

“That's beautiful Niall, truly.” You smiled at him agreeing with Zane.

“This was the last song on the record that we wrote.” Niall confessed, and you wondered why. “Why, what was missing?” and without hesitation he pointed to you, “her.” Zane looked to where he was pointing and you waved happily at him. He waved back to you just as happy before turning to Niall with a face of shock. “No?” he gasped and Niall laughed, throwing his head back. “Yeah, I know. Way out of my league.” he watched you shake your head with an eye roll and he couldn't stop the smile from gracing his face.

“I could’ve gone and did what I did with the rest of the record and put BV’s all over it and strings and that was my plan - and John just said to me- because we we were not talking at the time…” he pointed between you and him, “...this is your message to,” he paused, ‘“ her’ keep it that way. Just you and your guitar and your feelings.”

And while there's much much more… you’ll see that soon

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Kitchen Lights and Journal Entries

Johnny "Soap" MacTavish x Reader

fluff

coming home from a mission

word count: 1054

John MacTavish. Your lover. You held him so dearly even when he was miles away in the hands of the boys from the stories shared during quick visits. Your Johnny. Their Soap. You knew that he tried to keep in touch but it was hard when his mission pulled him to odd ends of the world.

The last time he was home, you gave him a notebook. It was small enough that it would fit in his vest pocket, he made absolutely sure it would fit before he left. You asked him on nights when he was not able to keep in touch to write about his day or his thoughts in that journal for you to read later. It also meant that he would be there alive to bring it back.

Tonight was unlike any other night. You came home to an empty, cold house and kicked your shoes off. Work was long and drained your soul. You flicked on the lights and moved to your bedroom to change into comfortable clothes for the night. You could barely stand being in your work clothes for any longer.

Standing in the kitchen, the only sound that could be heard was the boiling pot of noodles and the soft music coming from the speaker you connected your phone to. You could barely stand the silence. Johnny always made sure to fill the house with noise whenever he was home so the silence was a harsh reminder of his absence. You remembered the first time Johnny came home. You stayed up all night waiting and the moment he walked through the front door, you threw yourself at him. Four years later, you still felt that school girl giddy just thinking about him.

Deep in your thoughts, you faced the stove and stirred the pot. The song you were listening to had ended and when the next one started, you felt two hands on your hips. You screamed and whipped around. “Woah bonnie!” Your heart was pounding as you came face to face with Johnny. Your Johnny. Safe and sound. Most importantly home.

“Oh my god don’t do that to me! When did you get in!” You collapsed into him, wrapping yourself around him. Your heart was still pounding, but your shoulders untensed. Johnny tightly wrapped his arms around your waist, hands interlocking on your lower back. “Not too long ago. You looked so deep in thought. What were you thinking about?” Johnny kissed the top of your head as your head settled into his neck.

“You.”

His chest vibrated as he chuckled. “My timing has always been impeccable, aye?” You smiled into Johnny’s neck and left light kisses. With his tight grip on your hips, Johnny began to softly sway your body. One of your favorite parts of Johnny was the power he had over yours. He could control your movements and the muscles were a plus.

Slow dancing under the fluorescent kitchen lights, you finally felt at home.

“So any new entries for me?” You pulled your head back from Johnny’s neck, finally getting a good look at your man to see if there were any new scars or injuries to attend to. None that you could see thankfully, but you knew that his team would make sure he came home to you patched up. “Got a couple. Want me to read them to you?”

You two lied down after eating whatever noodles you had made. You got cleaned up and he put some of his stuff away. You noticed that he kept his bag out which meant that he wasn’t staying for long but that was something to worry about in the morning. You laid your head on his now shirtless chest as he opened the notebook to the first page.

“July 16. 0100. It is hot as hell in Mexico. I miss you so much and I cannot wait to see your face. I can guess what you probably are up to. Youre probably all snuggled up-”

You smiled and pointed at the page, “You’re has an apostrophe in it.”

“You wanna hear this or no?” Johnny laughed and you nodded, giggling

“All snuggled up on my side of the bed. Im not sure if it still smells like me, but i dont know if you care. Youre probably wearing one of my shirts even though it doesnt fit. Gotta go.”

You didn’t want to think of why he ended the entry there. You reread the passage a few times, noting his refusal of using apostrophes. Charming, but that was your Johnny.

“I didn’t have a whole lot of time to write in it so I only had three entries. Here's the other two. They’re both short. You’ll see why.

‘September 20. 1700. Price said that after tomorrows mission we will be sent home for two weeks. The mission sounds easy enough so that makes home coming soon. Price said that the vacation should be uninterrupted too, which never happens. Im being called.’

November 29. 1900. Fuck Price. That was not an easy mission. Well not actually fuck Price. It wasnt his fault but still. Shit lasted way longer than we thought and we dont even think being home for christmas is an option so fucking wonderful. Mission time’.”

You sighed and looked at today’s date. It was true. He had missed Christmas and News Years. You leaned up to kiss him softly.

“How long you home for now?” You dreaded asking the question, but from the entries it looked like soon. Johnny looked down at you and signed. That alone confirmed your suspicion.

“I have three days. Three fuckin’ days after the shit they put me through. Can’t even get a week with my girl before my fuckin’ master callin’ me back like Ima slave.” His accent worsened the angrier he got. His grip tightened around your waist and your hand rubbed his chest.

“Johnny. Relax. That’s two more than we got last time. You have me now. Stop thinking about that and think about me.” You smiled and kissed his cheek, hoping to coax him down from his angry ledge.

“You’re right. I’m sorry, bonnie.” He dipped his head down and kissed you deeply. “Let’s relax.” he said flirtatiously, making you giggle as the two of you celebrated him being home.

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that’s so evie episode 16

posted: 7 july 2023

word count: 3.5k

warnings: mention of food

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eve’s masterlist // that’s so evie

“Hello everyone and welcome to another episode of That’s So Evie,” Eve greeted, from inside the kitchen. “Today’s guests are very old people that I’ve known for a very long time. Please come in!”

[Nuneo fairy with unrivalled acting skills. Junho!]

[Whether it’s romance or melodrama, she can do it. Yoona!]

[Meeting in hot K-Drama King The Land every Saturday and Sunday at 22:30]

Yoona and Junho moonwalked into the frame on either side of Eve as the staff cheered. They bowed to Eve, who blinked in confusion.

“What’s going on?” She asked no one in particular.

“We wanted to have a cool entrance,” Junho said.

“Was that cool?”

Yoona nodded. “You wouldn’t know. You have to be cool to know what’s cool.” She nudged Eve gently. “Continue on with the show.”

“You have to introduce yourselves.”

“Oh, right!” Junho chuckled nervously. “Hello, I’m Lee Junho.”

“I’m Im Yoona,” she introduced herself.

“Thank you for coming on the show,” Eve said, bowing her head in both of their directions.

“What are we doing?” Junho asked.

“Today, we’re making chocolate puffs,” Eve told them. “Since King The Land is a romance drama, I searched up romantic desserts and chocolate puffs was the first one that showed up, so we’re making that.”

Yoona scoffed. “You didn’t even p–”

“The first step is to preheat the oven!” Eve loudly interrupted the older woman. “I don’t know how to use an oven so… can someone do that?”

“You don’t know how to use an oven?” Junho asked as he preheated all of their ovens. “Why not?”

Eve shrugged. “Just.”

“What do you mean ‘just’? You have a baking show,” he teased.

“It hasn’t been a hindrance so far,” she said. “Anyways, we’re each going to make ten because I know you’ll want more after we’re done.”

“Shouldn’t we wear aprons?” Yoona asked.

“You two should also tie your hair back, right?” Junho asked, crossing his hands over his chest.

“Are there any emergency staff on site?”

The two continued to fire off more questions, Eve looking more and more exasperated.

[Sigh]

“I’m gonna kick you off of my show,” Eve whined, causing them to laugh. “Stop being inquisitive!”

“Okay, okay, we’re done.”

“Now, as you can see, we all have a baking tray, a roll of puff pastry, chocolate spread, mini marshmallows and chocolate chips.” She pointed at all of the objects on the table in front of them. “We’re going to take one puff pastry and place it on the counter.”

They copied her. “We’re going to add a teaspoonful of chocolate spread to the centre of the pastry and then spread it evenly.”

“I can’t find my centre,” Junho complained.

“Yah, how can’t you find your centre?” Yoona chortled, smoothing out her chocolate spread.

“Junho-yah, this is a simple recipe,” Eve jokingly scolded, fighting a smile when Junho dropped his spoon on the table and put his hands behind his back, hanging his head. “Why are you already struggling?”

“I’m sorry,” he apologised in a deep voice. “I’ll try better, ma’am.”

[Sudden skit]

“This is a renowned establishment. We can’t expect anything less than perfection.” She crossed her arms over her chest. “I might have to fire you.”

Yoona gasped. “You’re acting like one of the characters in King The Land.”

Eve’s face broke into a smile. “Is she nice?”

“No.”

“Oh.” Her smile dropped. “Moving on, we’re going to add mini marshmallows on top of the spread.”

“Wait, I still need to put my spread on,” Junho reminded her as he focused on putting the chocolate spread on his puff pastry.

Yoona cleared her throat loudly. “How much longer are you going to take?”

“About five minutes.” He slowed his hand down as he observed his work. Squinting his eyes, he nodded and put his spoon down. “Okay, I’m done.”

[Constant skits]

“Now, we’re going to add mini marshmallows and chocolate chips,” Eve told them. “You can use one or the other or both.”

“I’m going to use marshmallows,” Junho said.

“I’ll use choco chips,” Yoona said.

“I’m using both,” Eve said.

Yoona flinched. “Isn’t that going to be very sweet? Will your teeth be able to handle them?”

“My teeth are very strong.”

“Let me see.”

Eve showed Yoona her teeth, also turning to show Junho. The three then ended up showing each other their teeth.

“You’re like a dentist’s dream,” one of the cameramen commented, causing everyone to laugh.

“Let’s continue, let’s continue,” Yoona urged as she laughed.

“Okay,” Eve chuckled. She cleared her throat, suddenly turning serious. “After putting our toppings on, we’re going to fold over each corner until it makes a perfect square. And then, we’re going to put them on the baking pan and make the other pastries.”

“Is that all?” Junho asked, shocked at how short the recipe was.

Eve nodded. “Yeah, it’s only four steps.”

“This is going to be over so quickly,” Yoona whined. “We only started.”

[It’s been fifteen minutes since they started baking]

“We still have to bake it, though,” Eve reminded her.

“Oh, right! We’ll be here for a while.”

They worked on the rest of their pastries, before putting them in their respective ovens.

“They’re going to bake for twenty-five minutes,” Eve told them.

“It’s going to be over soon, though,” Junho said, wiping the counter with his pointer finger.

Eve chuckled. “Why do I feel like getting them out of here is going to be a challenge?”

“Are you sick of us?” Yoona asked, her voice ticking up at the end.

“I never said that,” Eve whined. “Why are you twisting my words?”

“This is why you’re not her favourite Yoona-yah,” Junho chided softly, waving his arm in her direction.

Yoona’s mouth dropped open. “Yah! I’m her favourite!” She argued, not noticing how Eve had taken a step back so she could observe the two argue.

“You’ve made her sigh so many times today. But I’ve only made her laugh.”

Yoona scoffed. “Don’t make me laugh.” She turned to Eve. “When did you get back there?” She pointed at the younger girl, seeing how she was standing against the ovens.

“When you started shouting in my kitchen,” Eve answered, resting her elbows on the counter.

“Anyways, we need you to settle this for us. Who is your favourite?”

“Key.”

The two guests stared at her in confusion.

“No, no, no,” Junho said, shaking his head. “Out of us two, who is your favourite?”

“Ah… I don’t know. I’ve never thought about it.”

“Think about it now, please.”

Eve sighed. “Okay.”

“You see? You’re also making her sigh!” Yoona pointed out, pointing at Eve. “I’m not the only one.”

“That was one time,” Junho argued. “You’ve made her sigh eighteen times now.”

Yoona laughed. “That’s not true.”

Eve frowned cutely as she thought, not paying attention to the guests having a petty argument in front of her. She scratched her chin, making eye contact with one of the camera directors. They stared at each other before Eve nodded.

[Silent communication is easy when you work together]

“We’ll sort out who my favourite is,” Eve interrupted Junho, “by who can flatter me the most.”

“Flatter you?” Junho asked, leaning forward to make sure he heard Eve properly.

“Yes.” Eve nodded.

“Princess-nim,” Yoona said in a cute tone without missing a beat.

“Princess-nim, do you want water?” Junho asked, copying Yoona. “Princess-nim, are you tired of standing? Do you want me to carry you?”

Everyone in the kitchen burst out laughing at how committed Junho was to winning.

“How am I supposed to compete against that?” Yoona complained through her laughter. “Nabi, I can’t carry you,” she said, causing everyone to laugh harder. Eve dropped to her knees as she laughed.

“Junho wins this round,” Eve announced. Though, because she was laughing so hard, her words came out as wheezes.

“What?”

Eve cleared her throat, trying to calm herself down. “Junho wins this round,” she repeated in a clearer voice.

Junho fist pumped, ecstatic about his win. “Thank you, thank you.”

[Junho: 1 / Yoona: 0]

Yoona sighed, looking around the room in defeat. “But I’m your ahjumma,” she argued.

Eve nodded. “That’s true.”

“But I… have cats,” Junho appealed to Eve.

“That’s also true.”

Yoona scoffed. “Has he ever let you play with his cats?”

“Point to Yoona.”

“Yes!” She exclaimed victoriously.

[Junho: 1 / Yoona: 1]

Junho looked past the cameras to his staff. “Do I have time to go home and bring my cats?”

“Suddenly?” His manager asked.

“I want to be her favourite.” He pointed at Eve.

“There’s no time.”

“Really?” He sucked his teeth as he thought. “When next are you going to the company building?” He asked Eve.

“I don’t know.”

“You should text me, and I’ll bring my cats,” he vowed. “I’ll bring all of them.”

Eve broke into a big smile. “Really.”

Junho nodded cockily. “Of course. Just give me a day and a time and I’ll see if I’m free.”

“Junho, point!”

[Junho: 2 / Yoona: 1]

“Nabi, don’t forget that Chaeryeong-ssi is a SONE and she’d be very upset if you didn’t let me win,” Yoona said.

[Suddenly bringing up Chaeryeong]

“She’d be very upset,” Eve agreed. “Yoona, point!”

[Junho: 2 / Yoona: 2]

“But,” Junho started,” when 2PM made our comeback, you were there to MC. But when Girls’ Generation made theirs, you weren’t.”

“Right, why weren’t you there?” Yoona asked, suddenly getting serious. “We were in our group chat talking about how we were going to annoy you when you had to interview us, but you weren’t there.”

“I was at KCON in LA,” Eve said. “I had other schedules, but I was really upset that I couldn’t be there. I’ve been waiting for the comeback, but when you had it, I wasn’t even in the country.”

Junho hummed as he nodded. “But she was free to interview us when we had our comeback,” he mentioned, sounding like a child bragging to his friends.

“She couldn’t control her schedule, so this one shouldn’t count,” Yoona argued.

“That’s true,” Eve agreed. “So I’ll instead ask you a question worth ten points. It’s our tie breaker.”

“Already?” Yoona expressed her shock. “We just started this competition.”

“Is there any way you can save this question for later and let us have two more rounds of appealing ourselves?” Junho bargained.

Eve chuckled. “Okay. You may continue.”

“Hmmm. Oh!” Yoona exclaimed before chuckling deviously. “Your favourite colour is pink and Girls’ Generations’ official colour is pink.”

“It’s not pink, it’s pastel rose,” Eve corrected. “But point to you, nonetheless.”

[Junho: 2 / Yoona: 3]

“What else can I say?” Junho muttered to himself, resting his hand on the counter in front of him. He turned to face Eve again when he thought of something. “We’re in the same company,” he said. “We have a loyalty to each other.”

“True.”

[Junho: 3 / Yoona: 3]

“Didn’t I give you advice for your monthly evaluations?” Yoona asked. “I did, didn’t I?”

“You spent more time joking around then actually giving advice, but it made me laugh so I’ll give you a point.”

[Junho: 3 / Yoona: 4]

“This is my last one,” Junho said, “then you can ask your ten point question.”

“Okay!”

He held his hand out in front of him. “Lia-ssi sang the OST for The Red Sleeve. And because of that, I will do the challenge for the next ITZY comeback.”

[Amazing offer!!!!]

Eve exclaimed. “You promise?”

“I promise.” He held out his pinky finger so they could make the promise official.

“You can’t go back on your word,” she warned him as Yoona groaned. “I’ll make sure to hunt you down before we finish promotions.”

Junho laughed, thinking Eve was joking until he saw her facial expression. “Are you serious?”

“This one’s like a psycho,” Yoona said. “She once used Find My iPhone on me because I took too long to answer her text. I was so shocked when she showed up,” she told everyone.

“We had business we had to do,” Eve argued.

[The business was that Eve was bored and wanted to hang out with someone]

“Besides, you told me I can bother you when I feel like it. Anyways, point to Junho!”

[Junho: 4 / Yoona: 4]

Yoona nodded. “I’m so glad you don’t ask me to do challenges,” she admitted with a laugh. “Your dances are so hard. You should’ve asked me to do the challenge for glassy. That one’s nice and easy.”

“Immediately after I made that promise, I saw a vision in my head of WANNABE,” Junho said, much to everyone’s amusement. “The shoulder dance.” He groaned. “What have I gotten myself into?”

“It’ll be fine,” Eve said, waving Junho off. “Don’t worry. You’re a pro. Anyways, now it’s time for the ten point question.”

“Ah, majda. I forgot,” Yoona said.

“It’s a very easy question,” Eve said. “You should get it right.”

“What is it?” Junho asked.

“Junho has to tell me what my favourite 2PM song is and Yoona has to tell me what my favourite Girls’ Generation song is.”

[...]

A silence took over the kitchen as both of the actors thought about the question. The only sound was the slight hum of the ovens.

“Do you guys not know?” Eve asked, shocked at their reactions.

“It’s not that, we’re just thinking it over,” Yoona explained. “We have many songs.”

“I only have one favourite from those songs, though.”

“I think I know it!” Junho said, raising his hand. “Again & Again?”

“Correct!”

[Junho: 14 / Yoona: 4]

“I win!” He yelled victoriously, pumping both of his fists above his head.

Yoona sighed, sad that she didn’t win. “Is there even a point to me answering the question?”

“Yes,” Eve said. “I want to know if you know.”

“The Boys.”

[...]

“You really don’t know me.”

Yoona’s eyes widened. “That’s not your favourite?”

“Of course not. Refreshing concept,” Eve whined.

“Gee?”

“Is Gee refreshing?”

“Ah, it must be Holiday,” she guessed again.

“That’s closer, but you’re still wrong. It’s Lion Heart.”

Yoona groaned, biting her lip. “Lion Heart.”

“I thought it was Genie,” Junho said. “Or Mr.Mr.”

“I should’ve guessed those ones.”

“Yoona-yah, it’s okay,” Eve comforted. “You just don’t know anything at all. But in the end, as it stands, Junho wins!”

“Yes, thank you.” He bowed. “It’s an honour. To be chosen as Nabi’s favourite is something I’ve dreamed of since I debuted. It’s truly meaningful to win the title of Nabi’s favourite. I’ll continue to work to be a person Nabi can be proud to call her favourite.”

Eve nodded. “Honestly, we were supposed to use this time to talk about King The Land, but you guys suddenly started arguing,” she told them. “In the script, after we put the chocolate puffs in the oven, we talk about King The Land.”

“We were having so much fun that we forgot we were here to work,” Junho said. “But Yoona can introduce it to the viewers.”

Yoona exclaimed, “What? Um, okay. Our show King The Land is about Gu Won, played by Junho-yah, and Cheon Sarang, played by me. Gu Won is in an inheritance battle with his noona over the family hotel conglomerate, The King Group. Sarang works as a hotelier in the hotel, which has been her dream since childhood. The two characters meet and have to work together despite having bad first impressions of each other.”

“It sounds fun,” Eve said.

“We had a lot of fun when we were filming,” Junho said. “Acting opposite Yoona was really fun and she’s an amazing actress.”

“Junho can be very comical and our chemistry made it easy to film together,” Yoona added.

“That’s nice. You’re both really good actors,” Eve complimented.

“You too. I watched The Little Mermaid and you did the dub for the speaking part also,” Yoona commented.

“I wasn’t supposed to,” Eve revealed. “When I auditioned, I thought it was just for singing. When I got to the audition site, I was handed the sheet music and asked to sing and I did. Then, I was suddenly asked to read the script for the scene where Ariel is explaining why she helped Eric, so I did. Then a few days later, I was told that I was going to do the singing and the voice acting.”

“That’s how good you are,” Junho concluded. “You were offered that part because they could see your talent.”

“You even have Ariel’s hair,” Yoona pointed out.

“I had to do this for Kill My Doubt. It wasn’t for the movie,” Eve said, playing with the ends of her hair.

“Let’s just say it was for the movie.”

“But your voice sounds very similar to the original actress, Halle Bailey,” Junho said. “I was so shocked.”

“The casting staff told me that, but I don’t hear it.” Eve shook her head. “I don’t think we sound alike. Maybe I’m crazy.”

“You must not have good hearing,” Yoona mused.

Eve pouted before noticing the camera director calling for her attention. “Ah, it’s been twenty-five minutes, so let’s check on the chocolate puffs.”

The three idols opened their respective ovens, taking their baking trays out. They checked over the colour of the pastry, deciding that it was good enough.

“Please switch off my oven, Junho,” Eve asked.

“Why don’t you know how to use an oven?” Junho asked as he switched off everyone’s oven. He stood up, standing on Eve’s right again.

“I don’t want to,” Eve answered. “Because when I was younger, I would ask Key oppa to help me with everything, but now that I’m older, I depend on him less and less. He doesn’t say anything, but I can tell he’s upset. So there are certain things I refuse to learn how to do.”

Yoona nodded. “That’s very thoughtful.”

“Yeah. Anyways, we need to let them cool down a little bit before we eat them otherwise they’ll be too hot.”

They talked more about King The Land as they waited for their pastries to cool down. Junho brushed Eve’s hair when it got in her face, Yoona making sure the younger girl didn’t accidentally touch the baking tray as it was still hot.

“I think it’s cooled now,” Yoona said.

“You’re right,” Eve agreed. “Please taste them.”

The two guests picked up one chocolate pocket each and took a bite. They both stopped moving when they tasted the food.

“This is really good,” Junho said, his voice dropping octaves.

Yoona groaned. “This is really nice! Wait a second.” She took another bite. “What is this?”

“I must make this at home,” Junho said. “This is crazy.”

Eve smirked as they freaked out over the dessert. “It’s what I do on Friday’s at four o’clock.” She shrugged. “It’s part of the job.”

“I’m so glad we made multiple.”

“But I think I’m going to need more,” Yoona said.

“I’m glad you’re enjoying it,” Eve began, “but we need to wrap up now.”

“No,” Junho whined.

“We don’t want to go,” Yoona added, also whining.

“But you have to,” Eve said. “Please say your ending comments.”

“This was very fun. I hope the next time I’m here, the filming time is longer,” Junho said. “Nabi is a very good ho– Wait, are we supposed to be calling you Eve?” He asked her.

Eve shrugged. “It doesn’t matter. Nabi is my name, Eve is a name. Just whatever you feel like.”

“Okay! She’s a very good host,” Junho continued. “And very funny so we had a lot of fun. Please remember to tune into King The Land on JTBC every Saturday and Sunday at ten thirty.”

“We’ve been filming a lot of promotional videos lately,” Yoona started, “so we’re a little tired, but being on That’s So Evie gave us newfound energy. I don’t know if it’s because we were baking or if it’s because we were baking with Nabi, but it was very energising. I hope the viewers continue to show That’s So Evie a lot of love and please also watch King The Land. Thank you.”

Eve clapped. “Thank you for coming to That’s So Evie amongst your busy schedules,” she thanked the two guests before facing the front camera. “I hope you enjoyed today’s video and please remember to watch King The Land.” She waved at the camera. “Bye! I love you!”

[Bonus footage

The story of how Junho and Yoona didn’t want to leave]

“No, but this was very fun,” Yoona said.

Eve hummed in agreement. “Now let’s all go.”

“I don’t want to, though.”

“Me too,” Junho agreed. “Let’s just stay.”

“We only booked this studio for an hour and we have fifteen minutes left,” Eve said, sounding exhausted. “We need to pack up all of our stuff and wash the dishes we used. We have to get going.”

“Are you tired?” Yoona asked.

“Go.”

“Are you kicking us out?” Junho asked. “I’m hurt.”

“I’m also hurt,” Eve whined. “Go.”

“Okay, okay.” Junho picked up his baking tray. “If you want us to leave that bad.” He and Yoona walked out of the frame.

“I love you!” Eve called out to them.

“We love you too!” Yoona replied over her shoulder.

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