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Choi Jae-rim singing Bring Him Home on January 16, broadcast on February 4.
#His voice cracked on the last note#*sighs*#I remember he was busy rehearsing L5Y#L5Y sitzprobe was happening#Still… I love his voice even when he overworked it 😠😓#Also please stop smoking 🙏🥺#최재림#Choi Jaerim#Choi Jae-rim#Les Miserables#Les Mis#videos#les miserables korea#Les Mis Korea#Performances
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ROUND 10/23 ⸺ austrian grand prix ✩ 02.07.2023
maple's rating: ★★★★ (9.4/10)
☁︎ click read more facts, highlights & experiences ☁︎
✩ facts
this is max's fifth win at austria, making this the track he has won most at! 🥰💌
this is also a good track for charles, since this is his fourth podium here, more than any other track! ☀️☀️
max's consuctive laps led stopped here - at 248 laps, only beaten by ayrton senna & alberto asceri 🌷✨
max surpasses ayrton in total race wins 🥺
max has now won more races in the last 14 months than kimi has won in all his career
and this was only checo's first podium at the red bull ring!
✩ raceweek highlights
✩ qualifying
valterri's car smoking in q1, bringing out the red flag 🔴‼️‼️💥💥
track. limits 😵😵
checo out in q2; likely place for him to be found BUT - george and oscar are also out because of track limits 😭
max on pole!! 💕💕💕🙏🙏
✩ sprint shootout
nyck outqualifying lewis in sq1
zhou off the track...
charles impeding oscar
lewis out in sq1 🥺🥺🥺
a haas in the air (very scary) 🗣️🗣️
nico p4! wow!
max triple purple + pole 😁😁😁✨✨✨✨✨
✩ sprint
max and checo fight in the first turn, almost colliding
max complaining on the radio about checo LMAO
max making a 21 second gap in a fucking sprint race 💌🙏🌷💥‼️💕💕🥰🥺
✩ race
yuki in the gravel
lando snitching on lewis
carlos begging the team to let him overtake charles
lewis complaining about how bad his car is
lewis given the black and white flag
nico dnfing
lewis getting a 5 second penalty
a really fun battle between lewis and carlos
lewis snitching on checo
esteban getting a penalty
nyck pushing kevin off the track
toto: lewis the car is bad we know, please drive it
checo and carlos battle on track
max's final lap pitstop for fastest lap 💀
✩ miscellaneous
really cute lestappen interactions after quali
the famous charles wink + handshake
✩ maple's diary
#2023 project#austrian gp 2023#austrian gp#austria gp 2023#austria gp#f1#formula one#f1blr#formula 1#f1 2023#f1 2023 season#max verstappen#charles leclerc#lestappen#gif#gifs#my gif#my gifs#f1 creator#edit#f1edit#.txt#2023 season
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Things I Noticed While Writing Light The Fuse: Part 2, Episode 1
And here's more of episode 1 starting off strong with my favourite scene ever /)w(\ I noticed so much stuff crammed into here that I had to make this its own part, I wanna join them on the river so damn bad ;w;
I've seen this damn scene so many times they've created a pavlovian response within me, now whenever I watch it or think about it I gotta doubeltap whatever I'm nearest to, once for Betty and once for Uncle Lug
Johnson saying they're more than Brawlers and he means it! He also motions towards the jacket on time to the music and I must also do the same now, I'm a sucker for timing and this is so simple but cute 🥰 also love how they're just saying this assuming we're Ethan in this moment following them to get his tattoo
This is the old caution room a lot of stuff happens in, you can see it better in the promo image, as well as the fact that some Pinups are hanging out in there too
Matty reading the paper while it gets sewn 😭 I actually thought they went into town for this but nope it's all Agnes and she's doing it in house. I also had no idea what Johnson was doing at first, maybe just being silly, but on the transition you can actually see that he's adjusting his sleeves cause he's about to fix Ethan's collar I'm sobbing again
See 😭 I'm also very convinced they dressed him in canon since Ethan did not dress like this before coming down here and you can't convince me otherwise, they went on a shopping trip just like in my fic and that's the truth. Also I swear to god they share shirts cause sometimes it really looks like they've switched and that makes me insane. I also went ahead and counted how many shirts Ethan wears over the season so I knew how many they'd buy him in my fic lol turns out he's got a bunch!
This is the shot from the promo images!
I love getting to see inside the trailer, I wonder what they keep in those bins back there?
I'm in love with him
I love how this entire scene is Ethan doing all the work while Matty and Johnson shop, I love them so much like the matching HATS DUDE IN THEIR COLOURS and Matty trying to get Johnson back on track and then stopping to look at something else on the way out I would die for them. I also love the detail of every bag going out being red and everyone coming in being yellow, they probably switch between those two every weeks.
This is also the shop where Matty buys Johnson his books in Melt With Me ;w;
💗😭💗 he likes being a Phoenix guys this is all he needs he's happy doing this I'm gunna cry again
Was there any reason to look this hot while opening a trailer, seriously
I'm so goddamn in love with him it's not even funny
This one isn't even an observation I just really wanna have a drink with them they're having so much fun 🥺🙏 why is Ethan is small between them lol and why is that not me
There's so much I love about this shot. Ethan just collapsing. Johnson drinking away in the background. Johnson still being the one to urgently wake him up after a sleep so deep he didn't even move. The fact that they either visit this place multiple times or this was a very long night before Matty gave up the bed and let Ethan rest because it appears again when they're watching tv. The fact that there is only ONE BED in this room and you can see that when they leave and in the bts with Matty. Also the bonus second take making it in lmao he bounced so hard in that one
Again, he could either be talking to us, and so the wink is for us, or he just straight up looked like that to Ethan. I don't know about you guys but... 🙄
They are the hottest men I've ever seen. Hand shot from Matty just for me. His lip curled over the cigarette. Johnson staring directly into the camera. The smoke they both just blow out so casually. I need to participate in one (1) sloppy makeout with these two stat plEASE
I love him I need to have a car ride with him just to hear whatever he's so passionate about. Plus it looks like Johnson is leaning on the back of his seat to listen and that's just plain adorable
They didn't have to do this 😭 I'm so in love with Ethan being so sleepy that he falls asleep on Johnson, and Matty just stealing the whole entire bed for himself (which again there is only one of!) and funnily enough since Johnson's wearing the same shirt as the other scene (obviously because they filmed all this at once but I'm thinking in world hehe) Ethan took his shirt off before bed and put it back on again lmao I'm also completely ignoring how normal I am about this rare glimpse of Johnson chest 😀
Johnson likes to sing! Matty clapping away for him all proud and cheering him on!! Ethan smiling in the background until he joins in!!! These boys make me cry I swear to go- Anyway he's gotta be good, I need to go back in time and get into this scene
This made me laugh when I first saw it, just Matty being so expressive and energetic that he straight up stops driving and Ethan has to take over with such an unimpressed look lmao I doubt he's even listening
Based on his sleeve being rolled up, that's Matty telling him to come on and I think that's so cute ;w; Ethan is so spaced out, nice of them to let him have a sit before it was time to go. In my fic I wrote them as carrying around their own duffle bags with their clothes but it actually looks like Johnson's holding a suitcase, so Matty might be too. I like them having just an excess of duffles though lol I can't see Matty taking the time to pack a suitcase every morning it would be so messy
Literally the three hottest men on the planet and I love them all, I'm so incredibly happy I got into this show
And that's it for this scene! Episode 1 will be wrapped up for real tomorrow, there was just too much to look at here 🥰💙❤️💛
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Plots please for either samatoki or my doppo whoever u have any ideas for 😎
plots please, open ! @mrhcre ♡
first of all i think the difference in their demeanors is so facking funny VSNFJWKDN samatoki who is always >:( and hakuno who is always :| ? i also love the difference in their speech patterns too because hakuno's almost way too formal and polite whereas samatoki is.... -insert clip of him saying yo yo my fellow chicks and d*cks from yokohama here- yknow ?! also i see that he's quick to start fights and hakuno is against unnecessary violence so methinks she would 🙏 try to stop him!! it's not just all hakuno scolding tho okok.... if he's hurt or bleeding she'd offer him an ice pack or handkerchief and maybe just sit in silence with him for a while
also 😨 HIM BEING PART OF THE YAKUZA IS INTERESTING !!!!! it doesn't show on her face but hakuno's not fearless okok and she'd be a widdle intimidated just by that title! she's not going to judge him solely based on that though and if she ever finds out his reason for joining (aka for his sister) then that'd boost her opinion of him significantly!! hakuno has no family you see (or friends or any meaningful bond yknow </3) so him rlly cherishing his sister is 🥺 smth she'd rlly..... (narratorlynn vc hakuno does not have the words for it but she desires that kind of connection so yeaaa ^_T)
i see him smoking a lot so 👁👁 hi sir, what would you do if miss ma'am hakuno asked you for one? she normally has no interest in smoking but i just think that maaaybe when she's at a particularly low point she'd try- if only because "when taken in small amounts, nicotine causes pleasant feelings and distracts the user from unpleasant feelings" </3 but also i don't think she'd like it at all VDJJWKDGSJD if he does give her one she'd just have an absolute failgirl moment and start coughing like mad after one (1) inhale 🗿 this could segway to hakuno opening up to him abt some deeper stuff tho!! mayhaaaps ?? 👀✨️
and um... either?? or??? NAHH SMOLIE I AM GRABBING BOTH AND GENTLY HOLDING THEM....🥺 i am also grabbing ur shoulders rn :obewon: because ily and u can literally just tell me a muse u wanna write, and i would absolutely be down to throw a moon lady at em 🫶🫶💖💞🤧 so yes ur absolutely getting some for dearest doppie as well <3 THEY'RE SILLY (AFFECTIONATE)
IMAGINE HAKUNO ACTUALLY SEEING HIM RAP THOOUGHH !!! (hakuno vc 📢📢 let's gooo mc name DOPPO) and she'd like to give him her regards afterstage(??) but oh man i just think it'd be in the most 😭?? Embarrassing way ever. (hakuno vc it was cool how you... shouted at that one part.) 🧍♂️🧍♂️ she really would be so supportive tho!! 🥺 it's a good outlet for his feelings and she'd be glad if it helps him with his stress! but also don't let her meet his other bandmates bc i feel like she would be kind Embawwassing (hakuno vc thank you for taking care of kannonzaka 🙇♀️) and especially don't let her meet the doctor because she'd ask him if doppo's talked to him abt his..... stomach issues
but speaking of that! i'm so sorry doppie but hakuno's gonna keep an eye out for your daily meals !! it's a good thing tho i prommy!!! you know that one meme about the preparing breakfast? left is the one hakuno prepared for doppo and right is the one for herself 😌✨️ that, but imagine it in bento form and i feel like it'd be so facking jarring to get lunch from ur super stoic coworker and you just open it up to see the cutest character bento looking thing GEJFHWKD but hakuno's not the best at cooking so like- imagine it being like those bootleg figurines of official merchandise 🧍♂️ and yet she has cuts on her hands from preparing it 🧍♂️ she tried her best tho!!! 🥺
on a more serious note though! i think hakuno would understand that he's just feeling anxious and she would understand and try to be there for him in any way that helps 🙏 (thinking abt what we talked a bit at discord) she can understand the feeling of not wanting to be a nuisance and the reason she always tries to be so calm and composed (outside of her sucking so bad at expressing herself her expression is just 😐) is also for that reason! so they absolutely have some things in common! <- the reason why hakuno would be so understanding, but also imagine her opening up to him abt her feeling like that too ?!
#mrhcre#&&. out of#q.#AAAAA THANK UU FOR SENDING SMOLIE !!! ❤️❤️#u say jump and i simply say how high okok (<- not da first time i have said this 🤭)#SO YE IM SHAKING U AND UR BLORBOS (AFFECTIONATELY....)#u can bet i Always have thoughts okok (<- is insane) so LET'S FACKING GOOOO 💞💖💓💕✨️✨️✨️#long post /
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Ooof, finally back! 😮💨 I've been thinking about this series way too much in the last couple of weeks. I'm so excited to dive back in 😍
Hey, I know we just met like two minutes ago, but I think we’re supposed to be together. Do you feel it too? You nearly roll your eyes at yourself. Yeah, that’ll go over well.
I'm so in love with their little bonding sessions. Being stuck inside a cabin and playing games? I want that 😍
And lol it's gotta be so awkward for true mates when they're still strangers. I absolutely adored her thought process throughout 😆
So you have to be content with mornings like this and in the evenings, where he lets you put on one of his records, and you two share dinner together, maybe another round of cards. Or you’ll read a book while lounging on the chaise, and he lays out on the couch, listening to his music with his eyes closed. You like watching him like that, with a relaxed, damn near peaceful set to his face.
Yes please 🫠🫠🫠
“Ah, don’t beat yourself up, sweetheart. I’ve been hustlin’ poker for a long time. Hell, I’ve been playing this game before I even knew my times tables,” he says as he collects the cards. “That young?” you reply. “Who taught you?” “My dad,” he says. “Oh, believe me, I used to get my ass kicked many a’ time, but by the time I turned sixteen, I was hustlin’ grown ass men in skeevy bars out of their daily paycheck.”
Love how Dean doesn't realize he's oversharing and that his whole childhood might not have been normal 😂
And oh God, all those journal entries 😭😭😭 I know they're from the OG journal, but it just rips my heart right out again rereading it 😢 Those portray John's despair and heartbreak way better than the show did...
In John’s words, your heart breaks for Dean, but you also see yourself. You try not to think about why.
Ooooh, let's think about it, shall we? 😏 Her dad might have totally been snatched by something supernatural. Considering their location and how it happened in her memories, it might have been a Wendigo?? 🤔
WENDIGO Cree: Evil that devours. Wood spirit. Eats live flesh. Lives in forests. Perfect hunter.
YEEEESSSSSS
Dude! Goosebumps! Wendigos scare the shit outta me 🙈 It's still why The Descent is the scariest movie for me. I die from a heart attack every time 😂 🫣
The coarse shout of a bear morphs into something other. It’s a sharper, whirring sound like wind howling amidst animalistic clicking, and then bones breaking
No, no, no, stop it! That description made me shudder 😶😶
“Omega?” calls Dean’s sharp voice. “You okay?” You jolt badly at the sudden noise. You didn’t hear him reenter the house.
No! Alex!!!! YOU KNOW THIS IS WHY I HATE SNOOPING
Girl, you're killing me here... 😆😆
“I was just curious. I wanted to know more about you. I thought it was…a normal journal.”
Love her explanation for reading his stuff. Reminds me of Smoke Eater 😄
“The sooner you heal up, the sooner I can ship you back to where you belong,” he says. “Back to your life, so you can stop sticking your nose into mine.”
Just then, you hear the crunch of snow nearby. Twigs snapping.
Oh no... Please tell me you didn't bring the Wenidgo back 😳
Plodding along the trail, heading towards you, is a bear.
I'm guessing this one ain't gonna be cute tho 😆
It doesn’t make much difference when all you have on your person is a can of bear spray.
Do not attack a Grizzly with bear spray! Just lie down, girl, and stop moving lol
Your voice dies in your throat when he rears up on his hind legs, with a loud roar.
She never heard of the three bears rule, has she? 😅 Well, hopefully Dean feels her distress and comes running soon 🙏
Two more shots finally bring it down to an even heavier thud, not far from your feet.
N'aw, I know it was necessary but poor bear – wrong place, wrong time for the fella 🥺💔
But the scent of your abject fear feels like someone tried to rip his lungs out through his stomach.
My heart is full 😭❤️❤️❤️ (Also, I doubt he can ever stand to let her go her own way after this lmao)
Second, when he sees you there, your wide, shiny eyes filled with the remnants of panic, yet relief at the sight of him, it takes everything within him not to drop to his knees, grab you by the hair, sink his teeth into your neck and claim you, right there in the snow.
Holy... That came out of the blue and completely whipped me across the face! 🫠🔥
“We’re gonna be eatin’ good for a while,” he says without looking at you.
Huh. Never eaten bear before... Never even thought about it before lol Also seems like something the Shaws would've done 😂
Omg I love that ending! Dean's finally coming around, and she's putting the puzzle pieces about her dad together. I wonder what Dean will do when he hears the full story? Would he go hunt the thing? Is it even still out there??? Questions upon questions... 🤔
So excited for the next part!! I'm loving this story and everything you've put in it, and the dynamic between them is amazing. So well done, friend 😍🩵🩵
Against the Wind - Part 2
Pairing: Alpha!Dean Winchester x F. Omega!Reader
Summary: You wake up in a strange alpha’s cabin in the middle of a snowstorm, all with a busted ankle. He holds shadows in his eyes, even though his hands are gentle. There are iron shutters around his heart, even though he saved you. You might just save him in return.
AN: Thank you guys so much for all the amazing feedback on Part 1! Now, most of your theories and questions will be answered...
Jacklesverse Bingo24 Prompt: True Mates @jacklesversebingo
Song Inspo: “Against the Wind” by Bob Seger
Word Count: 3.8K
Tags/Warnings: Angst, and peril, the other kind of "hunting."
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Part 2: Seems Like Yesterday
“I’ll raise you 25,” you say, tossing five chocolate covered pretzels into the middle pile. It’s a risky bet, considering how much you lost in the last hand. Dean regards you with an amused, if critical eye while he holds his cards.
“Ooh, you’re bluffing,” he says. You pop your brows at him, a subtle smile tugging at your lips.
“You want to test that theory? Put your money where your mouth is,” you challenge.
He tilts his head at you with a raise of his own brows.
“Cheeky omega,” he mutters. His attention returns to his cards as he deliberates on his next move.
You attempt to be nonchalant as you glance down at your cards again. It’s a shitty hand, but he doesn’t need to know that. The alpha’s won the last two hands of Texas Hold ‘Em, but you did win the first one. Though you suspect he let you win.
You want to at least even the score before he resumes his work out in the shed. He spends most of his time there during the day, or making sure the firewood is stocked. It seems like he takes any excuse not to spend too much time in your presence.
More than anything, you want to ask him if he feels what you feel—the same tug in the pit of your stomach every time he’s nearby. You just haven��t found a way to broach that with him.
Hey, I know we just met like two minutes ago, but I think we’re supposed to be together. Do you feel it too?
You nearly roll your eyes at yourself. Yeah, that’ll go over well.
So you have to be content with mornings like this and in the evenings, where he lets you put on one of his records, and you two share dinner together, maybe another round of cards. Or you’ll read a book while lounging on the chaise, and he lays out on the couch, listening to his music with his eyes closed. You like watching him like that, with a relaxed, damn near peaceful set to his face.
Too often he holds that harder, stoic expression, or that divot between his brows that makes you want to soothe two of your fingers there; or better yet, lean in and press your lips—
“It’s your move,” Dean reminds you. He’s finally played his hand, but you were too distracted to hear what he said.
“What’d you do?” you ask, surveying the piles of cards.
“Call,” he repeats, popping a few pretzels into his mouth. He washes it down with beer and more barbeque chips. Those are worth $10 in this little fantasy betting. He points a finger towards you with the same hand that holds his beer, teasing, “You got all the lights on in there? Or am I boring you?”
You glance up at him, fighting a smile. “All right, keep your pants on. Let me see…”
As the dealer, he’s already turned over the River: the last card in the hand. It’s a 10 of Clubs, which means your One Pair is actually a Two Pair. It’s still not a great hand, but it’s decent enough to maybe let you get the best of your opponent.
After you go “all in,” Dean’s lips twitch at a smile, and he humors you, going all in as well. You’re on tenterhooks when he finally reveals his hand.
“Ooh, it ain’t a cheesy ‘90s sitcom, but it’s still…a Full House,” he brags as he lays out each card in a smooth line of overlapping cards, the mix of glossy red diamonds and black spades showing the truth. He won again.
You huff in defeat, your shoulders sinking in your seat at the kitchen table. You turn over your measly hand. Sweeping the winnings toward himself (a mound of chocolate covered pretzels, a stack of barbecue chips, and a handful of Oreos), Dean chuckles and tosses you a wink.
“Ah, don’t beat yourself up, sweetheart. I’ve been hustlin’ poker for a long time. Hell, I’ve been playing this game before I even knew my times tables,” he says as he collects the cards.
“That young?” you reply. “Who taught you?”
“My dad,” he says. “Oh, believe me, I used to get my ass kicked many a’ time, but by the time I turned sixteen, I was hustlin’ grown ass men in skeevy bars out of their daily paycheck.”
“You were hanging out in bars at sixteen?” you ask incredulously. There, Dean seems to realize he’s said too much. He becomes more guarded as he puts away the deck and cleans the crumbs off the table.
“My dad was always working. You could say I didn’t really have a curfew,” he says.
“A latchkey kid, huh?” you reply, hiding the way you’re trying so hard to glean any more hints of truth between his words.
“Heh, yeah.” He gets up from the table and tosses the breakfast dishes in the sink, then travels to the front door to don his jacket and boots.
“All right, I’ll be out back,” he says.
Out back, code for out in the shed. You nod, and in a flash, he’s shutting the door behind him.
You’ve learned another small tidbit about him, one that feels more important than it seems on the surface. And yet, it only elicits more questions you doubt he’ll be willing to answer so easily. He’s more than tight-lipped about his past, only giving vague outlines and general pictures.
Even his stories—like being raised up in a family of traveling mechanics, putting Nair in Sam’s shampoo when he was a kid, or the guy’s serious fear of clowns—feel like they’re missing some key details.
You decide to take up your crutches and head for your room. There you unearth the journal from its hiding place under your pillow. This time, you turn to the very beginning. Before all the jargon about mythology (and an odd footnote about a “Turducken Slammer”), there are actual journal entries. The first one dates back to November 6, 1983. The first line already captures your attention.
I buried my wife today. Even as I write that down, I don’t believe it. Last week we were a normal family…eating dinner, going to Dean’s T-ball game, buying toys for baby Sammy. But in an instant, it all changed… When I try to think back, get it all straight in my head…I feel like I’m going crazy. Like someone ripped both my arms off, plucked my eyes out. I’m wandering around, alone and lost and I can’t do anything.
This is Dean’s father, you realize. The more that you read, with no small amount of dismay, you also realize that this man is writing about his wife, Mary.
Dean’s mom…
He writes about their house burning with all their memories inside, along with Mary. Somehow, he saw her pinned bloody to the ceiling.
Along with these pages is a clipping from a news story:
House Fire Kills Mother of Two
Lawrence, Kansas.
You’re spellbound by it all. You keep reading.
November 13, 1983
…Most of our clothes and photos are ruined, even our safe—the safe with Mary’s old diaries, the boys’ savings bonds, what little jewelry we had…all gone. How could my house, my whole life, go up like that, so fast, so hot? How could my wife just burn up and disappear?
The police don’t believe his story, about how she died before the fire, about what he saw. So he tries to convince himself that what he saw wasn’t real. Still, he can’t find rest, and he worries about his sons’ safety.
December 4, 1983
I haven’t let them out of my sight since the fire. Dean still hardly talks. I try to make small talk, or ask him if he wants to throw the baseball around. Anything to make him feel like a normal kid again. He never budges from my side—or from his brother.
Every morning when I wake up, Dean is inside the crib, arms wrapped around baby Sam. Like he’s trying to protect him from whatever is out there in the night.
Sammy cries a lot, wanting his mom. I don’t know how to stop it, and part of me doesn’t want to. It breaks my heart to think that soon he won’t remember her at all.
You don’t realize you’re crying until a droplet lands on the page. You quickly wipe it away before it becomes a stain, and you dry it all the way with your breath before you move on to the next page, sniffling. Your heart hurts, even as your guilt grows. You know now that you’re really, truly invading Dean’s privacy by reading his father’s words. You just can’t stop yourself from turning the next page.
John becomes convinced that someone, or something, started the fire that destroyed his life and took his wife away from him and his sons. He leaves his job and the remnants of that world behind, to venture deeper into the darker one. But in that darkness, he finds truth.
He visits a psychic, Missouri, who leads him back to his house and senses the echoes of an evil presence—something that shakes her to the core, and John too: the creature that killed his wife.
December 20
…She told me that it was the most powerful, awful thing she’s ever come across.
On January 1, 1984, John makes a New Year’s resolution. He determines to find the answers himself.
A shiver runs down your spine. In John’s words, your heart breaks for Dean, but you also see yourself. You try not to think about why.
You keep flipping through the rest of the journal past January. There are translations of a Latin exorcism, and like you read before, strange drawing of evil looking creatures—as well as what they are, scraps of their history, and how to kill them.
Silver bullet to the heart, can’t withstand iron, salt and burn.
You pause on a certain page, more filled with lore than the rest, and a primitive drawing in the center.
WENDIGO
Cree: Evil that devours.
Wood spirit. Eats live flesh. Lives in forests.
Perfect hunter.
Your breath stills in your lungs as a cold sweat forms across your skin. The more you read, the faster your heart beats.
The crunch of dead leaves. Your father shouting at you to run, and keep running.
The coarse shout of a bear morphs into something other. It’s a sharper, whirring sound like wind howling amidst animalistic clicking, and then bones breaking—your father’s scream cut short. You turn around with your rifle in hand, poised to shoot blindly.
Your stomach churns as bile rises into your throat. You feel sick, and wrong, and you suddenly have the urge to throw the journal against the wall.
“Omega?” calls Dean’s sharp voice. “You okay?”
You jolt badly at the sudden noise. You didn’t hear him reenter the house. He likely caught the scent of your distress. He pushes the door of your room open to find you, but he stops short in the doorway. His surprise quickly morphs into a frown when he notices what you’re holding in your lap.
You gasp, freezing where you sit, but there’s no point in trying to cover up what you’ve done. With an angry purse of his lips, he reaches over and takes the journal from your hands.
“What the hell are you doing with this?” he demands.
“I’m…I’m sorry. I just—” You swallow past the lump in your throat. “I was just curious. I wanted to know more about you. I thought it was…a normal journal.”
“So this is how you go about it, huh? Got everything you wanted, Columbo?” he says, his sarcasm cutting into you. He flips through the journal to make sure all the pages are intact before he tucks the journal under his arm. “Seriously, going into somebody’s stuff? Who the hell raised you?”
At that, you begin to bristle.
“My dad,” you snap back. Though remembering the passages you’ve lived with for the past few hours, you soften with a painful twinge of sympathy in your heart.
“And it looks like yours raised you to be some kind of…well, what are you, a ghostbuster or something?” you ask.
His jaw locks. “Or something.”
With an exasperated sigh at his hedging, you swing your legs around the edge of the bed and haul yourself up with your crutches so you can at least match his stance (more or less).
“Dean, please, just talk to me,” you implore, gesturing at the journal tucked under his arm. “The things I read—”
“Are none of your goddamn business!” he growls, making the omega inside you cringe. The alpha’s voice is deep and sharp, and even though he isn’t crowding you, his height and broadness are still intimidating.
“The sooner you heal up, the sooner I can ship you back to where you belong,” he says. “Back to your life, so you can stop sticking your nose into mine.”
Your mouth actually falls open in shock. His vehement words feel almost as powerful as a physical blow, if to your soul. They make your arms tremble while holding yourself upright on your crutches. Hot tears well up in your eyes, though you try to blink them away. After a moment, you’re able to collect yourself enough to speak.
“I’m sorry for going through your stuff,” you say, in a quiet voice.
You hobble awkwardly past him out of the room. You don’t stop until you reach the front door, where your snow boots are. You manage to get them on by yourself so you can go outside and get some fresh air, not to mention some much needed distance from the alpha’s burning presence. You can still feel him trailing behind you. You hear his heavy boots.
“Where the hell are you going?” he grits out.
You hobble faster.
Dean watches you go out the door without a word in irritation, even though it triggers an alarm deep in his gut every time you leave the safety of the cabin.
The snow depth has lightened somewhat since the storm, but it’s still not easy to navigate on your crutches. You get some distance from the cabin, mindful not to go too far. You know you’re limited, and you didn’t even take a gun with you.
Finding a solid tree to lean on, you rest there and try in vain to stifle your tears. You know you were wrong for snooping, and he had a right to be mad, but did he really have to be such a freakin’ bear?
Fucking alphas. I swear.
You thought you were starting to connect with him, but clearly, Dean wants nothing to do with you. He wants you out of his life.
Does he not feel the same pull you feel to him? Does he really not realize…that he’s meant to be your mate?
You take in a shaky breath through your nose. If he does, apparently he doesn’t care.
Just then, you hear the crunch of snow nearby. Twigs snapping.
Your body stiffens with a terrible memory—of that day in the woods. Your breath comes out in short puffs on the cold air, your eyes wide as you listen closely.
Hearing nothing, you allow yourself to breathe a little easier. You venture a few paces forward and to the right, but you stop shy of how it slopes downward. Some unnamed feeling tells you to look over the edge.
You lean over and cast your gaze down the slope, but all you see is snow and trees down below. With a shaky breath, you lean back and look out to the north again. Plodding along the trail, heading towards you, is a bear.
Oh shit…
You remember Dean mentioning something about a bear passing by his cabin a couple of days before the storm. Looks like he’s back to make his rounds.
His fur is dark; from this distance, you can’t tell if it’s a black bear or a grizzly. It doesn’t make much difference when all you have on your person is a can of bear spray. His gait is massive, unhurried, but he lets out a braying sound when your gaze meets his, as if acknowledging you. He stops there for a moment, assessing. Your body locks up with fear.
The bear groans again, this time sharper. You finally snap out of your reverie and force your body to move slowly backward with your crutches spearing into the snow. The cabin isn’t that far, maybe thirty or forty yards at most. Still, the bear can probably beat you.
Instead of trying to run, you stand your ground and shout at the bear, hoping he’ll back off. Your voice dies in your throat when he rears up on his hind legs, with a loud roar. Trembling, you miss a step and get knocked back into the snow on your ass, your crunches falling out at your sides. You scramble inside your jacket for anything that might help you.
Bear spray!
You hurry to get the cap off with shaking hands, but before you can even aim, the creature’s heave paws thudding into the ground in front of you—a gunshot rings out and hits the animal in the chest.
The bear falters, then roars in pain and anger.
Two more shots finally bring it down to an even heavier thud, not far from your feet.
In this moment, these are the things you don’t know about Dean Winchester:
For one, the scent of an omega in distress always calls to an alpha’s protective instincts. But the scent of your abject fear feels like someone tried to rip his lungs out through his stomach.
Second, when he sees you there, your wide, shiny eyes filled with the remnants of panic, yet relief at the sight of him, it takes everything within him not to drop to his knees, grab you by the hair, sink his teeth into your neck and claim you, right there in the snow. Maybe then you’d start listening to him and stop taking your life into your hands.
Instead, his lips purse as he wracks his rifle and slings the strap of it over his shoulder. He stalks toward you and scoops you up, crutches and all. He brings you back to the cabin without a word.
His jaw is once again locked with silence and strain; he doesn’t trust himself to speak until he’s brought you inside and carried you over to the chaise. He sits beside you there and takes an inventory of you with his eyes.
“You okay?” he asks at last.
You manage to meet his gaze and give a little nod.
“Okay. Don’t move,” he says shortly. He gets up and goes to the kitchen, where he grabs a foldable set of knives and a cooler from under the sink.
You watch him in silence, and you realize he’s going back to gut the bear. You didn’t know that he actually hunted out here…well, hunted to eat. He continues to gather items in silence. It gets to a point where you can’t stand it, or his curtness, any longer.
“Thank you,” you say, halting his steps. Dean glances at you over his shoulder, then continues strapping up his supplies. He huffs in response.
“We’re gonna be eatin’ good for a while,” he says without looking at you.
His attitude both hurts you and aggravates you, so much that you refuse to take it anymore.
“Look, Dean. I’m sorry, okay? I shouldn’t have butted into your life,” you say. Frustrated tears well up in your eyes. Expelling a sharp sigh, you amend yourself. “I’m sorry for invading your privacy. I’m sorry about what you went through, and I’m…I’m sorry about your mom. I’m sorry for today. I’ll just…stay out of your way, and I’ll leave as soon as I can.”
Dean finally turns your way, but your lips tremble as you turn your face away from him and shut your eyes tightly against the salty burn of tears. Deep inside, his heart withers in his chest. He sighs and drops his supplies on the couch. He walks over with those heavy boots, and he sits on the edge of the chaise beside you. He hesitates for a moment, but eventually, he rests a warm, calloused hand on your arm and earns your tearful gaze.
“I’m sorry. I, uh…shouldn’t have yelled at you,” he says.
You sniff, quickly wiping away your embarrassing tears as they come. Your cheeks are hot with it.
“What is it you wanna know? About me,” he asks, surprising you that much more.
Your mouth parts, but nothing comes out. It takes you some time to think, but the first thing that comes to your mind is…
“Everything in that journal,” you say, licking your dry lips. “Is it real?”
Dean holds your gaze steadily. You know the truth without him having to say it, but he does.
“I was a hunter,” he says. “Those things you read about, I found ‘em. Killed ‘em. It was my job.”
“And now?” you ask, once that large bit of information has time to set into your brain.
His lips tug at a half smile. “Consider me…mostly retired.”
You exhale softly, and you nod. It earns a furrowed look from Dean.
“You don’t seem all that freaked out by this,” he says, with a more scrutinizing gaze on you.
“Should I be?” you say, with an unsteady laugh.
He raises his brows. “In my experience, yeah.”
You chew on the inside of your lip. You don’t know if you should even put into words what you’ve been holding onto for months. Like John, no one believed you. Even your own mother had started to look at you like you needed a shrink.
“Omega?” Dean presses. His green eyes are perceptive as they take in the conflicted look on your face. “There something you wanna tell me?”
You deliberate for a moment longer. Then, you release a sigh and glance down at your hands clenching in your lap.
“A few months ago, I lost my dad,” you begin.
Dean nods. “Yeah, you said—”
“I lost him in these woods,” you say.
That quiets the alpha.
You shake your head, and you find your words as the memories that have been haunting your nights return to you.
“Like I said, we used to go hiking here every year…”
AN: Just so you know, all of the journal entries appear in the official "John's Journal" SPN merch. 😉
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Unease prickles down your spine, though you don’t know why.
“Dad?” you whisper-yell, trying not to spook whatever animal might be out there.
A gunshot rings out, along with your dad’s voice in a shout. Your eyes widen in alarm, and you call his name louder, taking off in a run to find him.
You end up rising over a hill you hadn’t crossed before, but you see your dad below; you recognize his bright blue puffer jacket that Mom got him for his birthday. You call his name, and he looks up at you with fear in his eyes.
Not for himself, but for you.
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Italian funny 😁
YEAAAAA THOSE TYPES OF PLASTIC BUBBLES!!
I went crazy with them as a child, the smell was always weird though- I could get high off of it 💀 /j
Also LET'S GOOOO BUBBLE CIGAR!!! I wouldn't wanna stop making bubbles man, I'd be an addict 😔
You'd have to yoink the thing away from me, tee hee
OH AND THIS IS STUPID, BUT IF NO SMOKING, THEN WHAT ABOUT...
I actually have no idea if she'd even want to try one, but I mean hey it ain't smokin, that's for sure- 👁
WO don't plunge me into the ground please 🥺🙏
a friend was made on the playground
Also, Music Man also has a bubble cigar, less as a funny novelty but because for some reason, i think she has an affinity for spheres, bubbles and marbles in particular
Idk if I've mentioned the Roundness Fixation but the whole fact you're able to fish her out of a ballpit inspired this
The Willing Organism def goes in depth with this with the fact that since she's out of the pizzeria, the world is now her oyster and she can fuck around and indulge in this. She collects/steals many marbles, she is currently learning glassblowing to make more (putting her new lungs to USE), she has jars of orbeez and sea marbles and she will show you her isopods' enclosures.
bonus peshino
fun fact i actually barely know anything about pizza tower. i initially didnt even know it was a game, i thought we were just making fun of italians again and then i found out that Peppino Spaghetti is in fact an actual character and i am now accustomed to and aware of most of the characters in the game
#I rushed to scribble these so fast once I checked Tumblr 💀#I was gonna draw one where I'd ask if WO likes BALLS as a joke but I need to eat pFTBZBFH#like ma'am are you a BALL connoisseur by any chance? 🤨#💀💀💀#DJ WOULD ROLL THE WHOLE BUSH FHBZBZVDH#if he's growing the weed then ofc man#gotta get all that ganja#what am I even saying at this point#he's definitely in my dream blunt rotation 🙏
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