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[deepdarkhetasecrets]

I miss deranged and yandere Belarus in fic 💔 I enjoy seeing some people add more dimensions to her, but she used to be more fun

yay, thanks for being our first ask! >:3

[im-dehydrated05]

⚠️Warning⚠️: Mention of a suicide joke might fly over your head, but discreción is still advised.

𝐓𝐨 𝐁𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐀𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐅𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐅𝐚𝐭𝐞

Pt.1 | Pt.2 | Pt.3

"And then she said, 'You don't look like an artist.' She called me subpar and said that the art club had a reputation to uphold or whatever."

Aurora kicked a rock from the pathway as Daniela and she walked around the club fair. She had met with the redhead a while ago and processed to tell her what a bitch Joana was.

This happens every single time I try to join the club through the club fair; why am I even angry at this point?

Daniela: "You know, I could ask my mom to let you enter the club; she kind of runs it."

Daniela gave her a sheepish smile. She looked embarrassed for some reason. Aurora just smiled at her and waved it off. She already knew what she wanted to do in this loop.

"Nah, I'm good. I'll just join the student council or something."

Daniela's expression changed to concern.

Daniela: "Are you sure all the people there are overworked, and don't you, uh, have theater or something?"

Aurora had literally mentioned her theater class briefly during their walk; she was kind of surprised Daniela actually remembered.

"I'll be fine. Don't worry about me overworking myself. I've been involved in multiple projects since high school. My family wasn't well off either, so I used to work too; I'm basically used to juggling multiple things."

Daniela seemed even more concerned now, but Aurora reassured her, putting her hand on Daniela's shoulder and giving it a gentle squeeze.

"Besides, I'll have you to keep me grounded, right?"

Daniela stared at the brunette for a moment; her face slowly flushed red, giving Aurora a shy nod.

Daniela: "Y-yeah, totally!"

Aurora laughed before giving Daniela a playful nudge and smirking at her.

"No need to be shy, Dani."

Dani flushed redder, laughing bashfully, and the two continued walking until they finally came across the student council table. Daniela looked nervous while staying behind Aurora, who just casually walked up to the table. The first to make eye contact with her was the blonde goddess, whom she gave a bright smile to.

"Hello, I would like to join the student council."

Bela, of course, looks just as indifferent as always, which kind of made Aurora's heart ache given the circumstances of Bela's heart. The weird thing was how Bela didn't say a word; her gaze was just flickering on Aurora's face as if looking for something. That's when another council member stepped in.

Jasmin: “Do you want to join?”

Aurora turns to Jasmin, still feeling Bela's eyes on her.

"Yeah, I was wondering if there were any spots open, like maybe the first-year representative, but anything is good, to be honest."

Jasmin turns to Bela, who still seems to be in a trance. She gives the blonde a weird look before turning to Casey, who just whispers something about finally someone wanting to join the council.

Bela: "I assume you know the kind of work you'll have to deal with if you're asking for that position specifically, right?"

Aurora looks surprised when Bela finally speaks. Turning toward the blonde with a grin and nodding, she meets Bela's gaze.

"Of course I do, Ms. President."

The brunette said, way too confidently. Jasmine and Casey shoot a look at each other, knowing how Bela normally reacts to people like this, but to their surprise, Bela's expression seems to soften slightly as she observes Aurora. After a moment of silence, she finally spoke.

Bela: "Very well. I'll see you tomorrow in the student council room at 8 p.m. sharp."

Aurora couldn't hide her excitement as she thanked Bela and the other council members. She turned to Daniela, who had been anxiously watching the interaction.

Daniela: "Yay, you got in."

Aurora raised an eyebrow and crossed her arms while tapping her foot on the floor.

"Well, you don't sound that excited for me at all."

Daniela: "I'm just worried about you, okay?"

The two stare at each other.

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"You think Angie is still in the fridge?"

Daniela: "Shit."

False alarm Angie has not frozen to death; she is currently passed out on the couch. Aurora and Daniela let out a sigh of relief. The brunette went to sit on a chair by the kitchen counter, while Daniela went to her room to clean her skateboard for the club. That's when your phone gets a notification.

+40 (726) 234 069

HEY BEAUTIFUL!

Hello Cassandra

HOW YOU KNOW?

Something about the way you type just screams out Resident Diva

AWW THANKS!

Wasn't a compliment but okey 😑

SO... YOU DOING ANYTHING TOMORROW?

I have to attend student council at 8 why you ask?

WANNA HANG?

What kind of hang?

WHAT YOU MEAN LIKE TO HANG OUT WHAT OTHER HANG IS THERE?!

...

YOU NEED THERAPY

You're one to talk Mama's girl and jokes on you I already took therapy.

...

Knowing this do you still wanna hang out?

YEAH

Cool see you at the cafe at 5 I'll have like three hours before my first period.

OKEY SEE YOU THEN!

👍

Aurora chances the contact name to CASSI🎭 and stares at her phone for a moment before putting it down with a groan.

I'll have to wake up so early... Why did I say yes?

Aurora buried her face on her pillow, hugging it tightly, trying to get some sleep, but the thoughts in her head just wouldn't let her.

Fuck, it's happening again.

ł̶͉́̑͝ ₭̶͕̈́͛͛̇₦̴̢̰́͑Ø̵̛̗͠͝₩̶̲ ₩̵̺̞̈́͝Ⱨ̵̍͘₳̵̧͎̖₮̴̇̀ Ɏ̵̍Ø̸Ʉ̵̈͛͡ Đ̵̡̡̺͖ł̷̢̼͈̬͌̆Đ̵͍̟̮̔̀ ł̶͉́̑͝ ₭̶͕̈́͛͛̇₦̴̢̰́͑Ø̵̛̗͠͝₩̶̲ ₩̵̺̞̈́͝Ⱨ̵̍͘₳̵̧͎̖₮̴̇̀ Ɏ̵̍Ø̸Ʉ̵̈͛͡ Đ̵̡̡̺͖ł̷̢̼͈̬͌̆Đ̵͍̟̮̔̀ ł̶͉́̑͝ ₭̶͕̈́͛͛̇₦̴̢̰́͑Ø̵̛̗͠͝₩̶̲ ₩̵̺̞̈́͝Ⱨ̵̍͘₳̵̧͎̖₮̴̇̀ Ɏ̵̍Ø̸Ʉ̵̈͛͡ Đ̵̡̡̺͖ł̷̢̼͈̬͌̆Đ̵͍̟̮̔̀ ł̶͉́̑͝ ₭̶͕̈́͛͛̇₦̴̢̰́͑Ø̵̛̗͠͝₩̶̲ ₩̵̺̞̈́͝Ⱨ̵̍͘₳̵̧͎̖₮̴̇̀ Ɏ̵̍Ø̸Ʉ̵̈͛͡ Đ̵̡̡̺͖ł̷̢̼͈̬͌̆Đ̵͍̟̮̔̀ ł̶͉́̑͝ ₭̶͕̈́͛͛̇₦̴̢̰́͑Ø̵̛̗͠͝₩̶̲ ₩̵̺̞̈́͝Ⱨ̵̍͘₳̵̧͎̖₮̴̇̀ Ɏ̵̍Ø̸Ʉ̵̈͛͡ Đ̵̡̡̺͖ł̷̢̼͈̬͌̆Đ̵͍̟̮̔̀ ł̶͉́̑͝ ₭̶͕̈́͛͛̇₦̴̢̰́͑Ø̵̛̗͠͝₩̶̲ ₩̵̺̞̈́͝Ⱨ̵̍͘₳̵̧͎̖₮̴̇̀ Ɏ̵̍Ø̸Ʉ̵̈͛͡ Đ̵̡̡̺͖ł̷̢̼͈̬͌̆Đ̵͍̟̮̔̀ ł̶͉́̑͝ ₭̶͕̈́͛͛̇₦̴̢̰́͑Ø̵̛̗͠͝₩̶̲ ₩They ̵̺̞̈́͝Ⱨ̵̍͘₳̵̧͎̖₮̴̇̀ Ɏ̵̍Ø̸Ʉ̵̈͛͡ Đ̵̡̡̺͖ł̷̢̼͈̬͌̆Đ̵͍̟̮̔̀ ł̶͉́̑͝ ₭̶͕̈́͛͛̇₦̴̢̰́͑Ø̵̛̗͠͝₩̶̲ ₩̵̺̞̈́͝Ⱨ̵̍͘₳̵̧͎̖₮̴̇̀ Ɏ̵̍Ø̸Ʉ̵̈͛͡ Đ̵̡̡̺͖ł̷̢̼͈̬͌̆Đ̵͍̟̮̔̀ ł̶͉́̑͝ ₭̶͕̈́͛͛̇₦̴̢̰́͑Ø̵̛̗͠͝₩̶̲ ₩Torn ̵̺̞̈́͝Ⱨ̵̍͘₳̵̧͎̖₮̴̇̀ Ɏ̵̍Ø̸Ʉ̵̈͛͡ Đ̵̡̡̺͖ł̷̢̼͈̬͌̆Đ̵͍̟̮̔̀ ł̶͉́̑͝ ₭̶͕̈́͛͛̇₦̴̢̰́͑Ø̵̛̗͠͝₩̶̲ ₩̵̺̞̈́͝Ⱨ̵̍͘₳̵̧͎̖₮̴̇̀ Ɏ̵̍Ø̸Ʉ̵̈͛͡ Đ̵̡̡̺͖ł̷̢̼͈̬͌̆Đ̵͍̟̮̔̀ ł̶͉́̑͝ ₭̶͕̈́͛͛̇₦̴̢̰́͑Ø̵̛̗͠͝₩̶̲ ₩You ̵̺̞̈́͝Ⱨ̵̍͘₳̵̧͎̖₮̴̇̀ Ɏ̵̍Ø̸Ʉ̵̈͛͡ Đ̵̡̡̺͖ł̷̢̼͈̬͌̆Đ̵͍̟̮̔̀ ł̶͉́̑͝ ₭̶͕̈́͛͛̇₦̴̢̰́͑Ø̵̛̗͠͝₩̶̲ ₩̵̺̞̈́͝Ⱨ̵̍͘₳̵̧͎̖₮̴̇̀ Ɏ̵̍Ø̸Ʉ̵̈͛͡ Đ̵̡̡̺͖ł̷̢̼͈̬͌̆Đ̵͍̟̮̔̀ ł̶͉́̑͝ Đ̵̡̡̺͖ł̷̢̼͈̬͌̆Đ̵͍̟̮̔̀ ł̶͉́̑͝ ₭Apart ̶͕̈́͛͛̇₦̴̢̰́͑Ø̵̛̗͠͝₩̶̲ ₩̵̺̞̈́͝Ⱨ̵̍͘₳̵̧͎̖₮̴̇̀ Ɏ̵̍Ø̸Ʉ̵̈͛͡ Đ̵̡̡̺͖ł̷̢̼͈̬͌̆ł̶͉́̑͝ ₭̶͕̈́͛͛̇₦̴̢̰́͑Ø̵̛̗͠͝₩̶̲ ₩̵̺̞̈́͝Ⱨ̵̍͘₳̵̧͎̖₮̴̇̀ Ɏ̵̍Ø̸Ʉ̵̈͛͡ Đ̵̡̡̺͖ł̷̢̼͈̬͌̆Đ̵͍̟̮̔̀ ł̶͉́̑͝ ₭̶͕̈́͛͛̇₦̴̢̰́͑Ø̵̛̗͠͝₩̶̲ ₩̵̺̞̈́͝Ⱨ̵̍͘₳̵̧͎̖₮̴̇̀ Ɏ̵̍Ø̸Ʉ̵̈͛͡ Đ̵̡̡̺͖ł̷̢̼͈̬͌̆Đ̵͍̟̮̔̀ ł̶͉́̑͝ ₭̶͕̈́͛͛̇₦̴̢̰́͑Ø̵̛̗͠͝₩̶̲ ₩̵̺̞̈́͝Ⱨ̵̍͘₳̵̧͎̖₮̴̇̀ Ɏ̵̍Ø̸Ʉ̵̈͛͡ Đ̵̡̡̺͖ł̷̢̼͈̬͌̆Đ̵͍̟̮̔̀ ł̶͉́̑͝ ₭̶͕̈́͛͛̇₦̴̢̰́͑Ø̵̛̗͠͝₩̶̲ ₩̵̺̞̈́͝Ⱨ̵̍͘₳̵̧͎̖₮̴̇̀ Ɏ̵̍Ø̸Ʉ̵̈͛͡ Đ̵̡̡̺͖ł̷̢̼͈̬͌̆Đ̵͍̟̮̔̀ ł̶͉́̑͝ ₭̶͕̈́͛͛̇₦̴̢̰́͑Ø̵̛̗͠͝₩̶̲ ₩̵̺̞̈́͝Ⱨ̵̍͘₳̵̧͎̖₮̴̇̀ Ɏ̵̍Ø̸Ʉ̵̈͛͡ Đ̵̡̡̺͖ł̷̢̼͈̬͌̆Đ̵͍̟̮̔̀ ł̶͉́̑͝ ₭̶͕̈́͛͛̇₦̴̢̰́͑Ø̵̛̗͠͝₩̶̲ ₩̵̺̞̈́͝Ⱨ̵̍͘₳̵̧͎̖₮̴̇̀ Ɏ̵̍Ø̸Ʉ̵̈͛͡ Đ̵̡̡̺͖ł̷̢̼͈̬͌̆Đ̵͍̟̮̔̀ ł̶͉́̑͝ ₭̶͕̈́͛͛̇₦̴̢̰́͑Ø̵̛̗͠͝₩̶̲ ₩̵̺̞̈́͝Ⱨ̵̍͘₳̵̧͎̖₮̴̇̀ Ɏ̵̍Ø̸Ʉ̵̈͛͡ Đ̵̡̡̺͖ł̷̢̼͈̬͌̆Đ̵͍̟̮̔̀

W͟i͟t͟h͟ a͟ k͟n͟i͟f͟e͟

Stop

B͟e͟c͟a͟u͟s͟e͟ o͟f͟ a͟ c͟u͟r͟s͟e͟

I said stop.

A͟ m͟i͟s͟s͟i͟n͟g͟ h͟e͟a͟r͟t͟

I didn't-

S͟h͟e͟ w͟a͟s͟ j͟u͟s͟t͟ a͟ d͟o͟l͟l͟.͟

Want this

L͟o͟o͟k͟

Quite.

L͟o͟o͟k͟ a͟t͟ y͟o͟u͟r͟s͟e͟l͟f͟.͟

Shut up!

W͟h͟a͟t͟'͟s͟ w͟r͟o͟n͟g͟ w͟i͟t͟h͟ y͟o͟u͟?͟

Please...

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P͟a͟t͟h͟e͟t͟i͟c͟

[mackeydoodledoo]

Heartbroke: Chapter 1

Pairing: Cassandra Dimitrescu x (Fem!)Reader

Summary: You knew the Dimitrescu Family all your life. You begun dating one of Alcina’s daughters: Cassandra Dimitrescu. Well, if Cassandra wasn’t so stubborn with pride, the both of you would have continued dating through senior year of high school. Your best friends tell you to forget her. But how can you?

Warnings: Broken Heart, Angst, Jealousy

A/N: So I've been listening to "Heartbroke" by Clubhouse whom I recently saw live in concert and they're a whole vibe, I recommend them a lot. Also this version of Cassandra and the resident evil characters are from Tabtab317′s story “I’ll make you Sing” on AO3! Go read it too!!

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She was your childhood best friend...

You lived right across the street from the Dimitrescu’s. Each chance you saw Cassandra outside, you'd run across the street just to play with her.

“Ms. Dimitrescu, can Cassandra, Bela and Daniela come out and play?” You ask, giving Alcina the puppy dog eyes

“Of course sweetie,” She smiles

Before Alcina could call her daughters, a familiar brunette appears from the second floor.

“Y/n!!” Cassandra runs down the stairs, running up to engulf you in a hug

She was your middle school crush...

“Who keeps leaving these love letters in my locker?” Cassandra turns to you

“Beats me,” you say, completely lying to Cassandra

You had left those love letters in her locker, every valentine’s day

“What would you do when you find out who they are?” You ask, out of curiosity

“First, I’d smack them, then I’d kiss them,” she says

She was your high school sweetheart...

You were in one of the practice rooms in the band wing when you jump at the door; quite a heavy door really, slam open.

“Hey Cass, what do you- OW!” You yelp, clutching at your shoulder, “What was that for?!” 

“Do you remember me asking you in middle school that I’d smack the person that would leave me these love letters?” She asks you

“All the way back in middle school?” You ask, still groaning from the punch to your shoulder, “Yeah why?”

“Why didn’t you tell me it was you?” She asks

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” You lie

“Don’t lie to me,” She says, with a little more spice in her tone, “Bela saw you put it through the slit of my locker!”

Bela... I’m going to kick her ass later...

“And?” you ask

“Did you forget the last part to my saying back then?” She asks you, coming closer into your personal space

“What was the last part?” You ask, actually forgetting it

Without saying another word Cassandra yanks on the collar of your jacket, kissing you.

Well, almost high school sweetheart...

That was your sophomore year of high school. You and Cassandra had dated for about 2, almost 3 years... She came to all of the football games just to see you perform with the marching band, all the indoor percussion performances, for the same reason...

But then it all stopped...

It was fall of your senior year; you finished your final marching band football game and you were meeting Cassandra at the usual spot. 

“Hey Cass,” You smile, seeing her amber eyes illuminate underneath the parking lot lights

“Y/n, we need to talk,” She says, no emotion in her voice at all

Your heart drops below ground level.

Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck....

“Yeah what about?” You ask, well hiding your panicked state

“I’m breaking up with you,” She says, turning her back to you

What?....

“Cass,” You say, beginning to panic, “What do you mean?...”

“This isn’t working out anymore,” Cassandra doesn’t explain, beginning to walk away from you

“Cass... What do you mean ‘not working out anymore’?” You step in front of her, “If you’re feeling like this isn’t working out, tell me what to do so I can make it work for the both of us!”

“That’s the thing Y/n, you can’t make it work,” Cassandra begins raising her tone

“How would you know that Cassandra?!” You ask, raising your tone back

“Because I don’t love you anymore Y/n!” Cassandra yells, “We’re both going to college soon so I might as well break things off before it gets even harder...”

Silence... Dead Silence fell between the both of you. 

“You could’ve just said that as soon as I walked up to you...” You sigh, “Or better yet, you could have just said that you’re too good for me. Because you know what? All I really see is you taking so much pride in yourself you’re too stubborn to apologize for anything!”

You turn on the ball of your foot and walk to your car, not to dare look back at Cassandra...

You’ve cooped yourself into the band wing every lunch period since then... Any class you had with Cassandra, you’d ditch to go sulk in silent darkness.

After awhile your best friend: Laura and her girlfriend Catrina convinced you to meet them in the lunchroom for once however, as soon as you walked in, from across the cafeteria: Cassandra, all snuggly with some random male and then her sisters. Their backs were turned to you however, you were able to tell who they were. You just stop dead in your tracks way before you could even take a seat with your friends who weren’t even a few yards away. However, Cassandra coincidentally looks up and spots you, even in the sea of high school students. Beginning to feel the pain that was no news to you, you turn your heel and walk back out; going back into the comfort of the silent darkness that was one of the many band practice rooms.

“Y/n?” Laura opens the door, Catrina following behind her

You wince at the pain of the lights creeping into the room. Laura and Catrina sit on both sides of you. Your back was on the carpeted floor, your legs up on the wall, earbuds in your ears, the music easily being heard.

“You really have to pull yourself together Y/n,” Laura sighs

“She broke up with you,” Catrina reminds you, “She’s obviously moved on form you.”

“Doesn’t mean I’m over her,” You retort back

“Catrina is right Y/n,” Laura adds, “I’m not just agreeing with her because she’s my girlfriend. But, she is actually right about it. She told you that we’re leaving for college soon and she breaks up with you for that reason. And look where she is, all snuggly with the most fuck boy-fuck boy in the entire school.”

“We also have to figure out our set for the annual high school performing arts showcase.” Catrina adds, “Which is literally our band final...”

You, Catrina, Laura, and Catrina’s friend Klark formed a band as an extra credit opportunity and play in a talent show that your school had put on freshman year, and it stuck since. You were the bassist, Laura was the lead singer and keyboardist, Catrina was on lead guitar band Klark was on drums. You were the only one in the band who also does back vocals. 

“Plus, don’t you wanna one-up Cassandra's supposed boy-toy?” Laura adds

The guy Cassandra is seen being snuggly with, was also in band with you... Sadly. He was a Bassist; like you. Because you have more experience in indoor percussion as a bass guitar player, you were given the bass guitar parts while he got the sucky percussion parts. He was jealous of you because of that. 

“What’s the point if it won’t catch Cassandra’s attention?” You ask them

“You don’t even need to capture her attention,” Laura tastes, “Maybe you’ll catch the attention of either of her sisters. That red-head was really eyeing you at the last show.”

“Daniela?” you sigh, smiling, “Love the girl, but she’d fall in love with me in an instant, she wouldn’t take the time to know me.”

“What about that blonde one?” Catrina asks

“Bela?” You turn your head towards Catrina, “I’m pretty sure she doesn’t like me that way. Besides, neither of them really understood me growing up like Cassandra did.”

“Just giving you options my guy,” Laura sighs

Catrina and Laura came into your life when you joined the marching band. When Cassandra wasn’t around, those two were there to raise your spirits when you needed it the most. 

"Pull your head outta your ass," Laura bluntly tells you, "They're beginning to put up the sign upa for the Music Showcase."

You let out a strangled sigh as you make yourself stand back up. You follow close behind Laura and Catrina as the three of you meet back up with Klark and enter the cafeteria once more. Low and behold, Cassandra's eye-candy is the first at sign ups.

"One man show as always huh Jayce?" Joy asks

Joy was one of your 1st chair flute players. An absolute prodigy if you were honest.

"You know it baby," He winks at her

Laura grabs your wrist and pulls you right to the front of the line, right in front of Jayce.

“Well well well, if it isn’t the one who can’t handle Cassandra,” He attempts to intimidate you

“Pretty sure I’ve been taking care of her all my life,” You sigh

You walk in front of Catrina and Laura, about to pick up the pen to write into the sign-up sheet, but Jayce slams his hand over it.

“Don’t you even think about signing up with your rag-tag group of friends,” he continues to intimidate you.

“Jayce, calm your ass,” Joy pushes him aside, “What he means is, this time you have to have a band name.”

“Why?” Laura asks

“Music recruiters will be there too,” She explains, “Best to also have one in case this is what you decide to do.”

You nod, understanding. You turn to log at Catrina, Klark and then Laura. As you were turning your head back, you see Cassandra at the corner of your eye. You stop to look at her. Jayce stands in front of her, giving you the ‘death glare’. 

“Let’s call ourselves [Insert Band Name Here]...” You say, writing your new band name onto the sign up sheet in the last slot, “Gotta save the best for last.”

You fist bump Laura, Catrina and Klark and the four of you make your leave for the band room. 

Come Winter...

You were in what was formerly the dance room, tuning your bass as you wait for Laura to return with some food. Your band teacher allowed you and your band to use the old dance room as a practice room for the showcase in a couple of weeks. 

“You look tired,” Klark jokes with you

You were obviously laying on the floor, panting for air.

“Ya think?” You joke back, “You get to sit there and drum out. My dream...”

“Wanna switch?” Klark asks

“Yes but no,” You smile, “I could never learn foot independence... Or at least in the timeframe we have left before the showcase.”

You and Klark hear the door open. You jolt up and turn your upper body towards the door, expecting Laura and Catrina.

“The hell do you want?” Klark asks

It was Cassandra... 

“I need to talk to y/n,” She says, turning her attention to you

“You had that chance all this time,” You say, “Until you decided to fling yourself on Jayce. When you broke up with me to avoid the heartbreak of being apart due to college. I’m pretty sure that speaks for itself...”

“No, y/n that isn’t the reason I broke up with you, just let me explain-,” Cassandra tries to find the right words

“No!” You yell, “You've made it very clear to me that you no longer want to be with me because you’re too good for me so you decide to find someone who is as ‘good’ for you as you take all of that pride in yourself...”

Cassandra takes a step back, seemingly hurt by your words.

“Now you understand how it felt for me...” You say, “Best if you leave...”

Cassandra pivots her foot and leaves the dance room just as Laura and Catrina arrive.

“What was that about?” Laura asks

You pant... Not knowing what to say. 

“It’s nothing,” Was all you could mutter out

You begin strumming nonsense against your bass guitar. 

After rehearsal you were making your way out of the band wing; you hear a buzzer go off. You look over and you see a basketball land bounce off a rim. Feeling curious, you open the doors and peek your head through the entryway; Cassandra and her sisters on the court. 

“Y/n!” Joy calls, motioning you over

Shrugging your shoulders, you walk over.

“What are you doing here?” She asks you, “I never see you here anymore.”

“Might as well drop by for a little while,” You sigh

You walk up the bleachers and sit at the farthermost point along the home bleachers. 

When Cassandra looked up while on the court, she spots you in the crowd.

“Y/n?” She asks herself

However, one of the opposing team members knocks herself into her, knocking Cassandra to the ground. You felt your entire body scoot forward on the bleachers. 

“Cass!” Bela calls for a time-out 

Her and Daniela help Cassandra back to her feet. However, she begins hobbling. 

“Ow...” Cassandra winces

From on top of the bleachers to the court sidelines, you’re there. Hoisting her arm over your shoulder, your arm around her waist. 

“Y/n?” Bela and Daniela call out to you

“Hi...” You greet the both of them before you walk her out of the gym and into the ‘Sport Therapy’ room

“Seems like you’ve sprained your ankle,” The nurse examines, “Pretty serious too. You’ve got a good friend, quick on her feet too, considering Y/n was on top of the bleachers.”

“Tell me about it,” Cassandra chuckles, leaving a smiles

She looks up to you, hoping you’d catch the smile you always loved; but you were looking in another direction, biting the knuckle of your index finger, trying to force yourself to stop your hand shaking.

“You’re going to need to be on crutches for a little while, as well as wearing a splint,” The nurse suggests, “I assume she’s your ride?”

Just then, Bela and Daniela come in.

“Nope,” You answer, brushing past the red-head and blonde. 

“Was she?” Daniela turns to Cassandra

“Wearing your team jacket?” Bela finishes Daniela’s sentence

When you finally got home you place your bass guitar against the wall, hang Cassandra’s Basketball team jacket on the pole of your bed and prop yourself into your bed, sighing. Your family wasn’t really around anymore. They were always busy doing business overseas, basically leaving you the house. Of course, they’d send money for any necessities you needed while they were gone. But, it was lonely... Excluding your cat.

What a day... Maybe I’ll just close my eyes for... A... Bit...

You jolt up in your bed at the sound of your door being pounded on. You must have passed out because you look at your clothing; still in the day’s clothing. You trudge through your luxurious house to the front door.

“Do you have any idea what time it is?” You growl

However, once your eyes adjust, your eyes widen.

“Cassandra?” You ask, “What are you doing here?”

“I can’t sleep because of my stupid sisters,” She sighs, “I wasn’t sure if you were awake...” 

“I wasn’t...” You groan, “Go home...”

You were about to close the door on her however, she shoves her foot through the bottom of the door.

“Wait.. Please...” She begs, “I really can’t sleep over there... One night Y/n... Please...”

Feeling slightly sorry, you make space for her, enough for her to enter your house. 

“Want anything?” You open your fridge door and grabbing a water bottle

“Pass,” She sighs, immediately walking up the stairs

You follow behind her as she enters your room. Before you could protest her sleeping in your room, Cassandra leaps into your bed, immediately getting underneath your vast amount of blankets. 

“Alright,” You sigh 

You turn your heel towards the door before you felt Cassandra’s hand grab on yours. 

“Stay... Please...” She begs

“I swear if this is some stupid ploy you’re in on with Jayce-”

“It isn’t!” She yells, “It’s all me... It’s all me... I want to feel you again... I don’t even want sex I just need you...”

You stand there, perplexed. You pinch the bridge of your nose and let out a frustrated growl. 

“Fine...” You growl, “One night Cassandra. One. Night. But... You will have to let go of my hand... Don’t wanna sleep in the same clothing I went to school in..”

She lets go of your hand as you walk towards your closet, stripping off your shirt, jeans: not caring if Cassandra was watching. You slip on comfy shorts and you turn your frontal side back to her. 

“Please tell me you weren’t watching the entire time were you?...” You ask

“Only all of it,” She smirks at you

“You sure haven’t changed... That part of you at least...” You sigh

As soon as you get underneath the covers, she could her arms around you: you let out a gritted inhale.

“God Cassandra you’re cold...” You hiss

“And you’re warm,” Cassandra ‘argues’ back

You sigh as Cassandra tucks her head into the crook of your neck. You let out a soft sigh as you adjust yourself to feel more comfortable.

“This isn’t you wanting to cheat... Right?” You ask

“That depends if we want to relieve the sexual tension between the both of us right now,” Cassandra says

Sexual tension?! There is none between us... At least... There shouldn’t be one right?

“It’s 3am Cassandra...” You yawn, making an excuse

You weren’t sure if you were dreaming or not, but you opened your eyes: feeling half awake and your eyes unable to adjust fully to the dark bedroom, you see a figure hovering over you. You opened your mouth to speak. No words came out. You felt the figure’s hair sprawl across either side of your head, tickling your ears. Silky fingers tickle your cheeks as the face draws near. You could tell by the hair that it was a female. But who exactly was the question. Her lips came into contact with yours: didn’t crash into yours, not a full on make out session; the kiss was soft... Almost too soft. Your eyes closed again: the overwhelming need for sleep kicking in again.

Chapter 2 (Final)

[scribeoffate]

10 characters game

I've seen this tag game going around where you list your favorite 10 characters in 10 different fandoms. Not being tagged has literally never stopped me. So I play! Uhm, there is a very unmistakable theme. 😅

Captain Kathryn Janeway: Star Trek: Voyager To say she had a huge impact on bb! Jenn is an understatement. I remember being so excited for the first female Captain. And she's stern but fair. Compassionate but still able to make the tough calls. Is it a little weird that I look to her as a role model for leadership? Eh, we all know I'm a weird person.

2. Lina Inverse: The Slayers One of my all-time favorites! Lina is a violent, no-nonsense-taking sorceress with a love of fireballs. She's also so powerful and cares so much about her people. She's mostly good with a love of mischief and I adore her.

3. Dana Scully: The X-Files Bb! Jenn had the biggest crush on her. (Not that I understood that.) There is something about a confident, tough-as-nails woman. And I loved her commitment to science and logical explanations. My favorite episodes were always the ones that left you wondering if it was supernatural or just interpreted that way.

4. Ms. Parker: The Pretender Confident. Morally ambiguous. Uses anger to disguise deep, deep hurt. (Did I have a huge crush on her too? Listen. Maybe.) Her relationships were so complex, and she was so fun.

5. Bela Talbot: Supernatural Morally ambiguous conwoman? Yes, please. Please. I adored her so much. (Have you guessed the theme here yet?)

6. Madeleine: La Femme Nikkita Co-head of Section One. Another morally ambiguous woman. Another powerful woman. Confident. Very tragic past. (Oh man, this bit will mean nothing but I just realized she killed her sister, much like a character from another show I love, and I'm having parallel thoughts. Ahem.)

7. Nikita: Nikita Tough as nails spy who's hellbent on taking down the organization that wrongly enslaved her and forced her to kill her love? Uhm, yes, yes yes. This time I was old enough to know how hard I was crushing. But can you even blame me?

8. Rachel: The Animorphs Another complex, morally ambiguous young woman. It has always been very difficult for me to choose a favorite in this series. Her best friend Cassie and her cousin Jake are also my favorites. Her arc is so devastating and tragic that it sort of sneaks into first place for today.

9. Oliva Armstrong: Fullmetal Alchemist

This one was hard because also I love Riza Hawkeye to pieces. But Oliva is the hardened General and I just. I have to. I adore her too.

10. Lydia Martin: Teen Wolf Another difficult decision with a lot of characters falling in a close second. I really adore the play on the mean girl trope. And her arcs in s2 and s3a just especially get to me. She's again tough and confident. And I love her.

Bonus: Xena: Xena Warrior Princess

I never really was in the fandom, but bb me had a crush. (Could this read anymore like a 90s bb should have figured out she was queer so much sooner than she did list??) I've recently been half-considering a rewatch. I mostly got to watch this on Saturday nights when I stayed up too late and the night was clear enough to get the station in with our giant rotator antennae.

I'm a tag some people now with no pressure. Also if you aren't tagged and wanna do it, go for it. I won't judge.

@momentofmemory, @lexluthorswigcap, @domesticated-feral, @nacreousgore, @azraeldoesnotdispute, @possibleplatypus, @turtlycute

[rovenim]

A Letter to Myself (20 Years Old Version)

Happy birthday to me. It doesn't feel like 20 years have passed, the times you dreamed of as a child are coming soon (adulthood) until now you finally feel what it's like to be 20 years old. You're not a kid anymore. In the past, March 10 every year was the most awaited date after December 25 and some days marked red on the calendar. But today, first time you cry for 20 years you are not as happy as you used to be with that date and the first time you cry on your birthday. Loneliness has fused with you, increasingly familiar and now you are used to the situation. But you must also be tired and feel very pathetic. It's okay.

Like your letter last year, 'the older you get, the more burden you will carry on your shoulders.' You're getting scared. You must be afraid of your future which of course you don't know how you will be in the next 5 years. Are you still healthy? Will you work in the office of your dreams? Do you still like to type your imaginary story in Ms. Word? Do you still like to go to Alfamart just to buy 390ml Coca-Cola? Hahaha. No one knows the answers to these questions, except God.

While writing this, you must be listening to Tulus's new song, 'Tujuh Belas' and you're underlining this verse:

“Do you remember our hardest math test? Do you still remember the melodious radio song on the air? We're still that free. A fear that never bothers."

Suddenly you remember your school days and it's been 3 years since you graduated from your school. Soon you will start working on your thesis. You are increasingly aware that you really have grown up. Thank you for sticking around so far. Of course it's not easy to survive, you're great. A little girl who used to always wait for her mother to come home from work in her mother's office to go home together, is now able to go home by herself and walk alone on public transportation without waiting for her mother to walk together.

Convince yourself, you will be able to get through the tough problems that are happening to you right now and one day you will feel proud because you managed to get through your toughest times. The more you move forward, the more obstacles, the more new things, new people you will meet. Keep holding on to your stance, walk, straighten your body, face your problems well. I hope your days will always be filled with happiness, given healing and health. God Bless!

Last but not least,

"No matter how strong the current in your life is, hold on to the memories of us. No matter how mature you are, there will be no more than you can and our story will last forever." – Tulus, Tujuh Belas.

- Rove, 2022.

[thatwinchesterfever]

Once Upon A... Whatever (Part 4)

Pairing: Dean x Reader (Female)

Summary: Cinderella AU The Reader is a peasant, always getting into trouble on the streets of Lawrence. The Captain of the King’s Guard has had enough of her ways and forces her to work in the castle for the royal family, the Winchesters. The Reader reluctantly agrees to work in the palace despite her dislike for the royals. Little does she know how much of a ride she’s in for, when she mistakenly bitches out the green-eyed Prince, Dean.

Word Count: 2,176

Warning: Language

Author’s Note:  After taking a break for a few years, I’m happy to finally put out Part 4 of this series. Thank you to the people who have been waiting for this!  We finally get to meet our other lovely Winchester, Prince Sam. Enjoy :) Leave me comments, honest opinions, and a thumbs up if you like anything you read :)

Check out Part 3 here if you haven’t read it already!

Working in the palace was… strange. You had only been working there for 3 weeks now and your original thoughts about the place were completely wrong.

You thought everyone who worked in the castle would have something stuck up their ass entirely. That was before you met Ash, the royal family’s chef, who let you try all his new kitchen creations like nachos or french fries. It was also before you met the actual stable boy, Garth, who taught you the best places in the castle to take a quick nap or the different flowers that grew in the royal garden. Ms. Ellen let you take leftover food at the end of the day to 66 Seals. Jo listened to your constant bitching about Lilith and treated you like the sister she never had.

And Bobby was just… Awesome. He was always grumpy, swore like a seaman and knew a little bit of everything like a fucking library. He ran the entire castle without breaking a sweat and was the only person who bossed the royal family around.

The royal family was also another thing you seemed to get a few things wrong about. You always grew up thinking the Winchesters would be this civilized, put together family, that fit the portraits Charlie obsessed over… The Winchesters were a complete shit show just like every other family.

They swore, they argued, and drank as much as every poor bastard in Lawrence, if not more. And on a more ridiculous scale.

After your first day cleaning the throne room, the King was apparently mildly impressed. According to Bobby’s words, the thrones for once weren't polished like an idijit had done it. From then on, you were permanently assigned to clean the throne room every damn day. And every damn day you would get a taste of who the real Winchesters were.

The King was still scary as hell. That much didn't change. But the man had a way of charming the pants off of someone when a diplomatic guest came to seek help from the kingdom. Those were the rare times you would see him muster up a smile.

He also had a hell of a way parenting when it came to his two sons. Especially the younger one, Prince Samuel.

Samuel Winchester was the poorest excuse of a royal you’ve ever seen. And boy, did it make the King mad.

“Sam, your brother’s busy meeting with Lady Abbaddon today. Take his place with Bobby and attend the strategy meeting.”

“With all due respect Father, I wish to decline,”

The King’s eyes hardened. “You don't really have a choice to decline. It's your duty whether you like it or not.”

“It is my duty to attend a meeting on how to conquer and take control of more land that isn't ours to begin with? Sounds like a hell of a duty.”

“You watch your mouth, boy. Now you will do as I say or you can walk through those doors and never come back,”

Prince Samuel and the King’s fights always ended the same way. Prince Samuel storming off, pissed, and the King taking a small break from his throne room duties to cool off.

You never once talked to Prince Samuel since you’d been working there. But you were sure about one thing. Prince Samuel disliked royalty just as much as you did. Unlike Prince Dean.

Prince Dean was the perfect fit for a King. Dished out orders and listened to them when he needed to. He was a troublemaker, but he never disobeyed a direct order from the King. An exemplary heir to the throne.

God, you hated him. You never wanted to throw dirty bucket water on someone so much before… Besides Lilith, Meg, and Bela of course. But he was a bona-fide asshole.

Especially after that first week when you realized Prince Dean was the same person in the hallway you called an ass.

You were silent the whole way, walking out of the throne room. Once you were finally out in the hallway, the door slammed shut and the Prince just stared at you. With a grin.

You began fidgeting in your place and finally spoke.

“Your Highness wanted me to clean your...uh… shoes?”

“You may,” The Prince said with a smirk and a nod.

You clutched the end of your rag tightly and began to slowly sink to the floor. It was downright humiliating to clean someone else’s shoes. Much less a douchebag Prince.

“What’s your name?”

“Y/N,” You answered softly.

“Y/N?” The Prince repeated.

“Yes,”

“A simple name for someone who's so much trouble,” You stayed silent. If this were the streets of Lawrence, he would have gotten a swift kick to the balls already.

The rag touched Prince Dean’s shoes and he let out a slow chuckle while you began to polish.

“Where’s that feistiness from earlier, Y/N?”  You didn't respond. You continued to clean, just like Mrs. Ellen taught you. Circles.

“You know, I think I liked you better talking. You’re not going to say anything now?”

“If you don't want to talk, I can just make you talk… One way or another,” You paused polishing his shoes and rose to your feet slowly. You gave the Prince a wry smile.

“Good luck with that, Asshole.” You picked up your bucket and began walking towards the kitchen again. You needed way more cleaning supplies to finish up the throne room.

“I know your type,” Prince Dean echoed down the hallway for you to hear. “You'll blow up with the right amount of pushing.” He said chuckling at the end.

That laugh had been etched into your brain ever since then. And true to his words, Prince Dean was pushing and testing your patience to the limit.

“Say Mrs. Ellen, would you please send Y/N over to fill my cup of wine. It seems to be empty,”

“You wouldn't mind polishing my set of armor, huh Princess? It's seen better days… Can't say the same for you though,”

“Could you grab those volumes of scrolls for me on the top shelf? Try not to fall from the ladder though, Sweetheart. I need you to sort out the shelves next.”

Charlie thought it was cute though. Funny even.

“You're totally one of his favorite maids in the palace. He might even have a crush on you,” She said giggling.

But other than Prince Dean, the palace wasn't so awful to work in. Especially when you got to clean the library like you were doing right now.

The palace library was incredible. Books upon books pouring out of the shelves. Some of them looked brand new, never opened before and some looked older than the palace itself.

Those were your favorites. They were priceless antiques. And they reminded you of your parents.

You never knew who you would run into when cleaning the library. Sometimes it would be Bobby with a mountain of scrolls and books stacked sky high, murmuring “Balls” to himself every so often. And sometimes it would be Prince Dean fondling the dress of a giggling maid while “practicing” his studies.

Today, it was Prince Samuel.

“Exorcizamos te, omnis immundos spiritos, omnis satanica potestas,” The Prince recited slowly.

You shook your head. He'd been practicing the same chant since you started cleaning the library. You were more than halfway done now. The guy was a perfectionist when it came to his studies. But his Latin needed a little bit of help.

You really should've held your tongue seeing as how your mouth got you in trouble the first time with the older Prince. But some of the pronunciation was cringeworthy. The words spilled from your mouth all too quickly.

“Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus,” You spoke aloud.

You watched the Prince jump in surprise and spin around from his study desk. His mouth opened up in a weird O-shape.

“Hi, I um, I didn’t see you there.” He said scratching his head. He began to ramble. “Well I did but I sort of forgot since you were cleaning so quietly… What did you just say?”

You grinned at his awkwardness. You held your feather duster in one hand while still grabbing the ladder you were using to clean the shelves.

“I said Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus. You’re turning the “u” into an “o”. Your Latin would be perfect otherwise,”

The Prince wrinkled his nose. “Is that why it's been sounding off?” You nodded.

“‘Fraid so,”

“Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus,” He enunciated slowly.

“Exactly,” You said jumping off the ladder. You walked over to the book in front of him. Your fingers lightly skimmed the page and you pointed.

“Also this word right here, omnis, watch how you say it because it's starting to sound like omnos. And if you screw up omnis, you're screwing yourself. It's in like every Latin book you read,”

“Well, um, thank you.” The younger Prince nodded to you, with a look of slight disbelief.

“You’re welcome, your Highness.” You said with a curtsy before turning to clean some more.

“Wait!” The Prince shouted abruptly. You spun back around with surprised eyes. The Prince was now standing up from his desk.

You never realized how tall the guy was until now, standing right in front of him. But he was a freaking giant. And Charlie was right. The Prince was beautiful.

“Yes, your Highness?” You said, your head slightly bowed.

“Don’t call me that,” Prince Samuel said quickly before you could finish your sentence. “I mean, I'm not your Highness or anything like that. I'm just Samuel. Well, Sam.”

You smiled and stuck your hand out. “Great, cause I'm just Y/N,”

Sam looked at your hand for a second before grabbing it. His eyes flit to your face for a brief second, slightly squinting, before realization dawned on him.

“You’re the new cleaning staff,” He said knowingly.

You shrugged. “Well one would assume that since we've never officially met before,”

“No, I mean you're the new girl that Dean keeps mentioning,”

You groaned. “Are you gonna hate me now and make my life miserable too?”

Sam let out a laugh and shook his head. “No, I think it's great he can't get to you. It pisses him off that you're not reacting,”

“I'm glad my plan actually is semi-working then… Notice I say semi. Your brother is going to get me fired, I can feel it in my bones.” You said sighing.

Sam grinned and began packing up his books on the table.

“I apologize for whatever my dickish brother has put you through but I promise you he's not trying to get you fired.”

You rolled your eyes. “Yeah, right,”

“No honestly. I think he’s just bored.” Sam said matter-of-factly.

“Hell of a way to alleviate your boredom.” You scoffed.

Sam held up his hands in defense. “Again, not sticking up in any way for my brother but we're stuck in this palace 24/7. And the only time we get out and leave these walls, we’re on royal business.”

You crinkled your nose. “I don't understand. I thought you guys had money, could basically do whatever you want.”

Sam gave a humorless laugh. “You think if I could do whatever I wanted, I would be here studying Latin?”

“Well, why are you here studying Latin? A weird dark spell? In Latin at that…” You said recalling the words.

“It's an exorcism. We're suppose to get a well rounded education on Dark Magic if we were ever to encounter it here in the palace or on the battlefield.” Sam explained.

“Battlefield? Battlefield for what? Lawrence hasn't had a war in at least 20 or 30 years.”

Sam shrugged. “Always good to be prepared I guess… How do you know so much about my studies? Especially Latin? I mean not to say that the average commoner doesn't kno-”

You waved him off. “My parents taught me. They were antiquers.” You smiled at the memory. “Had a lot of books... My friend Charlie is also a huge nerd.”

“Well that makes two of us. I don't actually hate my studies. It's just frustrating sometimes when my professor runs off,” Sam said with a frustrated sigh.

“What do you mean by runs off?” You said with a furrowed eyebrow.

“I-” Sam’s words were cut off by the sound of the library door being swung open and giggles being heard. Sam rolled his eyes. “That's what I mean,”

You turned around and saw Prince Dean whispering in a woman’s ear while she giggled loudly in the quiet library. You actually recognized the woman as one of the Winchester’s instructors, now that you looked more closely.

Prince Dean suddenly locked eyes with you.

“I see you've met the finest hands in all of Lawrence, Sammy.”

“And I see you’ve brought back our instructor. No thanks to the two of you, I actually learned something today,” The instructor finally had the nerve to look ashamed for once and Sam suddenly had a wide smile plastered on his face.

“Mistress Hurley,” Sam said taking a step towards her. “Seeing as how your other side tasks have taken priority over our lessons, I'm happy to relieve you of your duties as instructor.”

The poor girl’s eyes widened in seconds. “But, your Ma-” She stuttered.

“You are dismissed, Mistress Hurley.” Sam spoke over her. You slightly flinched. Getting fired by a Prince was even worse in person than your imagination. You felt for her… Only somewhat.

Mistress Hurley’s bottom lip began to quiver. “I apologize, your Highness.” She said bowing before running out of the library. If you listened closely enough, you could hear a high-pitched whimpering sound outside of the door. You honestly didn’t think Sam had it in him to fire her so coldly. 

“Dammit, Sammy. What the hell?” Prince Dean spat, fist clenched at his side.

Sam sighed. “Dean, the whole point of having an instructor is so we can learn something. Not for you to sleep with them.”

“Yeah, and the whole point of having a maid is for her to clean. Not to slack and spend time with you.” He said whipping his head towards you. “How about I dismiss her?”

Sam didn’t seem threatened at all. Almost like this was a regularly occurring thing he had to go through.

“You do that Dean and I’ll just rehire her. Plus, what would Father say about you firing the best throne maiden he’s had in years?”

Your eyes widened at that. Best in years? Surely Sam was overexaggerating to push Prince Dean more into a corner.

Prince Dean’s mouth slowly formed into a straight line.

“Hope she’s worth sticking your neck out for, Sammy.” Dean said with hardened eyes.

“You know, I think she is.” Sam said with a light smile.

Dean gave you one last glare before storming out of the library and slamming the door shut. You stood there speechless while Sam laughed.

“Yeah, he's got it bad for you.”

You took your feather duster and whacked Sam in the arm with it.

“Shut up, it's not funny! He almost fired my ass.” You took in a deep breath to calm yourself.

“Did you just hit me with a feather duster?”

“Yes, and I'll do it again if you try and pull something like that again. I can't afford to lose this job.” You said waving the feather duster at Sam, menacingly.

“Dean’s not going to fire you or else he would have done it already.” Sam said plopping back down at the table.

“Coming from the guy who just fired their school instructor.” You said pointedly.

“Mistress Hurley hasn't been doing her job for months now… Dean isn't the only one who she's been “teaching” Latin to…”

“You're kidding. Prince Samuel, I didn't peg you for the type of Prince to do such naughty things.” You said with an exaggerated gasp.

“No, not me! I wouldn't- I don't -” He stumbled, very flustered.

“I’m just kidding. I wanted to see if Prince's actually blush or not.” You grinned.

Sam groaned. “You're going to be a handful, aren't you?”

“You have no idea.”

[i-couldnt-leave-my-best-girl]

The Party Crashers

Word Count: 545, sorry more of a drabble than a fic. 

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Warnings: None that I can think besides fluff. 

A/N: For the Nonnie the other day. Sorry I didn’t post yesterday, something came up! Hope you enjoy. Rewrite of part of Episode 6 of Season 3. (Gif not mine)

“You know, could you excuse me for a moment,” you heard Sam say to Gert, as he made his way over to you guys. Glaring, Sam asked, “Exactly how long do you expect me to entertain my date?”

“As long as it takes,” Bela responded. 

“Look,” Dean started. “ there's security all over this place, alright. This is an uncrashable party without Gert's invitation, so...” 

Sam frowned and you bit back a laugh. “We can crash anything, Dean. You know this, Y/N.”

“Yeah, I know, but this is easier and it's a lot more entertaining.” Dean nudged your arm, causing both of you to snicker at Sam.

“You know there are limits to what I'll do, right,” Sam replied. 

“Aw, he’s playing hard to get, that’s cute,” you said, smirking at Sam. He frowned at you, fighting back a grin at your teasing. 

You leaned back against a wall as you watched Sam and Gert dance, Sam looking very uncomfortable. Frankly, this whole exchange was hilarious. Despite the obvious humor of the situation, you couldn’t help but feel jealousy rear its ugly head as you watched Gert grope Sam’s ass. It was stupid. You knew Sam wasn’t into Gert, and he definitely wasn’t into you. 

You watched as Sam excused himself and made his way over to you, widening his eyes at you. “Having fun,” you asked, beating down your jealousy.

“Yeah, not so much.” Sam glanced at you, then at the dance floor. “Y/N... Would you like to dance?”

Surprised, you froze. Sam wanted to dance with you? You looked at Sam and nodded your head. “Sure,” you said, smiling. 

Sam held out his hand and you took it as you walked on the dance floor. You put your hands on Sam’s shoulders and he put his on your waist. You swayed back and forth, a bit awkwardly. 

“You know, you looked a bit bored,” Sam started, raising an eyebrow at you. 

“Yeah, well, if you didn’t have anything important to do on a hunt, you’d be the same. Although, you looked less bored with Ms. Handsy over there.” You threw a glance at Gert, who in turn, was staring back at you. 

Sam looked at you, confused, before realization dawned on his face. He started to smile, “Are... are you jealous? Do you like me?”

“N-no.” You blushed and glanced away. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, Samuel.”

“Y/N. Look at me,” Sam said. 

You looked up to see him smiling softly at you. He leaned down and pressed his lips to yours. You pulled him closer as you deepened the kiss. Eventually the two of you separated for air. 

“I’ve liked you for a while now, Y/N. Since you started hunting with us. You were this smart, badass, sarcastic, beautiful hunter, and I couldn’t help myself. I like you, Y/N, a lot.”

“I like you a lot, too, Sam.” You kissed him, again. “But you better get over there, or you’re going to compromise this hunt.”

Sam sighed. “Alright. I’m going to be wishing I was with you, especially with how pretty you look in that dress.”

“Get outta here. Stop flirting on the job,” you said, grinning. 

[awed-frog]

I recently saw 12x01 again and I couldn't help but notice that as the first episode of the season it seems to predict a very different storyline than what actually happens in the following episodes. Lady Toni Bevell seems an interesting character with a backstory. Ms. Watt is like a female Mr. Ketch, and the bmol seem to be well-organized and upcoming danger. Yet none of this plays out the way it's obviously set up. What are your thoughts on this? Thank you for answering :)

Hi there! Sorry for leaving this ask for a couple of days - it’s such an interesting question, and I wrote and erased a few novels trying to do it justice, because you’re right, aren’t you? The end of S11 made us a Toni promise that never came to be, and why is that? I’m not sure I have a definitive answer for you, but here’s what I’m thinking right now: as far as I can tell, the fact Toni and Ms Watt were obliterated from the narrative, and the way the BMoL idea was executed (ie, badly) have to do with a series of elements that are recurring problems in Supernatural as a whole.

1) Secondary characters: no, no and nope

The most obvious thing is that, at this point, this should be way more of a choral story than it actually is. I mean - I’ve got nothing against Sam and Dean - their dynamic is fascinating, and either of them could be the sole subject of several novels, but the thing is, the fact they don’t hang out with other people more often is just not credible anymore. Since this has been discussed many times before, I’ll just point out that while this ‘the two of us against the rest of the world’ framework was perfect in earlier seasons (and, more importantly, justified, because of John and his - understandable - paranoia about what would happen to Sam if word of his ‘condition’ got out), it simply doesn’t work now - in fact, the characters themselves don’t want to be alone and, what’s more, we know they aren’t. There are hints here and there pointing to a lot of socializing going on behind the scenes - from Jody implying they hang out with her fairly often to Sam getting a lot of practice in ASL, it’s clear that Sam and Dean know they’ve got friends, or people they’re interested in, and that they do spend time with them. When you consider this, it’s even more baffling and annoying that the show often takes great pain not to reflect this. And, I mean, that’s probably one of the reasons many of us write detailed metas of Supernatural and don’t bother with other shows - because in other shows, the significant stuff tends to happen out in the open, but here - here there are very important moments we just miss, and the longer the show goes on, the less clear it is what their reasoning is.

Now, in regard to Toni, I believe this is the first problem: if you want a character people will be interested in, and especially if you want a villain your audience will be invested in, then you need to make time to show us who they are and why they act the way they do. With Toni, the finale made it pretty clear that they meant to build a kind of ‘mothers’ parallel between her and Mary, and she made sense in the narrative for a whole string of other reasons (the class conflict and Sam’s history with unsuitable women being the most obvious ones), but, again, those things needed to be developed. Instead, what we were told about Toni (rich, used to go out with Ketch, has a kid, smart, skewered moral compass), Ms Watt (good with weapons, likes tight buns and blowtorches) and the BMoL (ends over means, Kidz Fight Club, seems to employ very questionable people, kickass accents) remained superficial and stereotypical, and here’s your vicious cycle - the less time you’ve got to develop a character, the more 2D they’ll be, the less the audience will want to see them, the less room you’ll have to make them more interesting.

(That applies to friends and allies too - but to a lesser extent, because we want to like friends and allies in a way we don’t enemies and opponents.)

2) Buckleming 

Another problem Toni had is that female villains are much less redeemable than male villains, and that’s just a fact. We expect, or we demand, women to be - kind. Maternal. Sweet, even. The fact men will, on occasion, give in to their demons is perceived as normal and therefore something that can be fixed, while a woman fucking up, or being deliberately cruel - yeah, that’s too much and we lose interest. Supernatural knows this well - let’s call it the ‘Bela effect’ - which is why they should have known bloody better. Like, if they wanted Toni to stick around, they shouldn’t have let Buckleming get their hands on her. Because here’s another open secret: torture is forgivable; sexual abuse is not. It’s just one of those things, isn’t it? I’m not saying that’s right or wrong; it just - happens. And here, well - there’s no way to be sure - but my general feeling is, Dabb told Buckleming Toni was supposed to hurt Sam in some way, and left it at that: the ‘is rape reeeeeaaaally rape if it’s filmed in candle light, though?’ action was all Buckleming, because this is how they write and this is what they like. And knowing what we know of Sam’s history - knowing he’s probably not forgiven himself for ever trusting Ruby - what they had Toni do to him was unforgivable. Not to mention this fact that female characters have to be connected to sex, and have to get naked - like, it’s 2017 and what the fuck? So, whatever - I don’t know if they do polls or read our blogs or anything like that, but as soon as that scene aired - yeah, that was Toni’s character dead and gone. No way any female character could have come back from that.

3) Everything is always about Dean, and why?

Another element is that the S11 finale was a promising way of giving Sam something to do in S12 - and that never came to be. Because, yeah, the frustrating thing is that Sam’s an amazing character, and Jared plays him well, and every season there are tons of things that could be made about him, and yet that never happens. The S11 finale was interesting in this sense because it played on so many different levels - to me, it was very chiasmic and dissonant (and that cleverly upped the ante), in the sense that Sam and Dean were paired with the exact wrong person. What I mean by that is: Sam is the one who would be unsettled by the psycho woman killer, because he’s been burned by that before, and he’s the one who’s always needed his mother back so he could finish building his sense of self. Dean, on the other hand - well, to him Toni potentially represented what he’s wanted his whole life: someone else in charge, someone who could solve this ‘monsters problem’ and finally allow him to retire and let go of this responsibility. Mary, on the other hand - as much as Dean worshipped her memory, as much as he did want her back, Mary was also a threat to Dean, because, you see - Dean’s played her role his entire life, so if she’s back, where does that leave him? And, just as importantly, having Mary back means dealing with his memories of John, something Dean really doesn’t want to do. In fact, for all the emotional drama that S12 stirred up, to me one of the most moving scenes, a moment I really found poignant and heartbreaking, was Dean trying not to talk about John - Dean staying behind long after his mother and brother had gone to bed, Dean slowly drinking himself to sleep on the kitchen floor, like a small child, Dean turning over and over in his hands an old family photograph.   

Ouch.

Instead, well, S12 didn’t deliver on any of that, because Sam, once more, was pushed to one side. What the real conflict was? Dean’s reaction to this whole situation. Dean coping with Mary being back, Dean frowning at the BMoL. Sam’s feelings were solved as uncomplicatedly as ever - when they were shown at all - which means Toni had to go, because she was a character meant for Sam, because Dean doesn’t do women, ultimately because - 

4) Dean’s got a secret, and I wonder what it is (insert ‘we just don’t know’ gif)

Just kidding. We know what the secret is. Hell, I think there’s rocks on the freaking Moon who know what the secret is. Still, it doesn’t matter, because until it’s textual, it’s a secret, and it just sits there, weighing down every bit of narrative like a bag of concrete. 

And here I feel I should say one thing: when I write ‘Dean doesn’t do women’, I don’t mean that in a sexual sense. I simply mean that Dean bonds more easily with male characters, and is normally paired off with male characters. Part of it are his daddy issues with John, and part of it it’s the fact he’s bi and there’s UST to play with when he’s associated to the right person, but, of course, there’s other stuff as well. In any case, S12 became Dean’s story almost at once, because every season always is, and that’s something else that doomed Toni, because Dean and Toni? Not gonna happen. Ever. And I don’t know if you watch Episodes (and if you don’t, you really should), but as I was thinking about this whole issue I was reminded of Matt LeBlanc (who plays himself, because this show is awesome) explaining to British screenwriter Beverly Lincoln why one of her main characters couldn’t be a lesbian. Here is the full quote (and keep in mind Matt is playing an asshole, so disregard the slur):

“There’s something wonderful about your character loving this woman he can never have. He refuses to believe that one day she won’t come around. I mean, yeah, it makes him look a little foolish, but it’s funny and sweet. It’s one of the best things in the show. It humanizes the guy. You totally feel for him.”

“Then why change it?”

“How many years did you do the show in the UK?”

“Four series.”

“That’s how many episodes?”

“24.”

“Right. That’s one season for us. Friends did 236 episodes. You’ve got to give yourself places for stories to go. How long do you think Ross and Rachel would have lasted if Rachel had been a lesbian? Or Sam and Diane on Cheers? Or Frasier and…I don’t know who. I never watched that show. Look, you’re the writer, but I’m telling you…Audiences need something to root for. And when we’re in season 3, and you’re up at midnight, looking for stories, you’re gonna be banging your head against the wall, saying, ‘How many times can this guy hit on the dyke?’”

Again, Matt is often gross af on that show, but I think this is an important point: UST is something that keeps you right the fuck there, and keeps you the fuck watching. Chemistry between your characters is important. And Dean - Dean doesn’t have that with women. For whatever reason, he just doesn’t. It’s not like they never tried to go there - lately, they tried it with Amara, but it really didn’t work, just like it didn’t work with Jo back in the day. Compare and contrast with the effortless, possibly unwanted intensity there is between Dean and a number of male characters - think of Benny, of Victor, of Crowley. And I’m thinking maybe the problem here is that Dean is uncomplicatedly easy to please in this department - he’s a good-looking guy, he’s a smooth talker, and he’s not looking for the love of his life - either because he feels like he doesn’t deserve anyone or because he assumes he’ll be dead in a week, anyway (which one it is generally depends on his mood) - this means he won’t obsess over women like some other men do. In fact, he doesn’t care about that at all. No, just - when he’s got time and he’s not too blue, he’ll try and talk someone into spending the night; if it works, great, and if it doesn’t, let’s move on to someone else. Whatever. Men, though - that’s another matter completely, and that’s why, I think, Dean is mostly associated with men in a way Sam is not. Because Dean and men - there’s conflict there. Dean is desperate for approval, he wants to be liked, and as I said, that stems from issues he had with his father, sure. So he will automatically be more tense around men than he is around women, and if you take his sexuality into account - yeah, there’s your UST, and that’s how your audience keeps watching - because consciously or subconsciously, they can see the tension there. There is where the story gets interesting. Dean and Henchwoman n.1 - yeah, maybe two minutes of comedy or whatever (which is what we got when Ms Watt beat him up); but Dean and Ketch - uh uh.

5) The American dream

And finally, the problem they had with the BMoL is that same problem plaguing many American movies and shows: they write villains badly, because they normally stick to their tried-and-tested ‘lovable maverick defeats evil empire’ narrative - something that has its roots, I think, in Westerns and has since spilled over even in official government propaganda. Like, how many times have we heard that the US defeated the Nazis through sheer bloody-mindedness and personal honour and adorable disorganization? Uuuuugh. Historically, that’s complete bullshit, but it’s also bullshit that’s been repeated so many damn times we find it comforting and soothing, which is why we love stories centered around this trope. And Hollywood is more than happy to deliver: basically every Harrison Ford movie and every Tom Cruise movie and most WW2 movies are about the exact same thing: a small group of ramshackled heroes taking on an organized, efficient organisation - and winning. 

Now, the problem with this trope is that in reality, it’s highly unlikely that you can defeat a group that’s more organized than you are and has superior technology. Look at the Celts: we estimate the Romans killed about one million of them - and, on the whole, it was an easy victory. Caesar barely got any political credit for basically offing every life form North of the Alps.

(To me, a second problem of using that narrative over and over and over again is that it promotes a sense of distance between citizens and any kind of organized power - and we know that distance is a problem in the US, where many people legit believe they’ll have to defend themselves against the federal government at some point - legit believe that they can win.) 

From a screenwriting point of view, what this means is that if you’re using this trope in your story, you’d better write something that’s 100% solid and perfectly explains why the hell your ragtag group of heroes can actually win. I don’t watch a lot of war movies, so not a lot of examples come to mind, but something that could work is the Indiana Jones answer - the Nazi armies are well-organized and all, but individual soldiers have no sense of initiative and those at the top are too greedy for their own good; and our hero, well - he’s Smart but also Humble, and that’s why he picks the wooden cup and also knows better than to look inside a magical God box. And here we go back to point 1: in order to make this trope plausible, you need to spend time on your enemy and show why, exactly, they can be defeated by a Lionhearted Lonesome Cowboy - but since Supernatural wants to stick to its ‘two brothers show’ model, we never knew enough about the BMoL to make the narrative convincing, hence the contradictions that you mentioned. They would have liked to write about Sam and Dean defeating a perfectly organized supranational entity which has managed to wipe out all the monsters in the UK, and that’s what they wrote in the S11 finale, but what actually happened in S12 is that they needed to turn up the ‘idiot button’ all the way to ‘high’ to explain why the Winchesters were able to defeat the BMoL almost on their own. And that’s how you explain Ketch not killing them all when he had the chance, Mick mixing up feet and meters, this all-powerful group sending over, like, four people to control an entire continent, those unexplained, illogical and tardive deals with Crowley (which, seriously, wtf), and the fact they kept the Winchesters alive in the first place when all their research had shown both of them were incompetent, dangerous, independent-minded and plain pig-headed. None of it makes any sense.

So, here you go. To me, that’s basically what ruined S12, because many of the same issues can be applied to how they butchered Mary’s character, to the plot inconsistencies, to the bizarre way Jody shows up and disappears, and, of course, to Lucifer being the farce he is, to Crowley dying the way he did, and to Cas rivergambling his way around. The framework Supernatural’s using is not bad, but it was conceived for the first five seasons of this show, which were telling a totally different story, and that’s why they should have the courage to change it. 

[sprinkleofhappinessuniverse]

Supernatural Survey

I was tagged by the lovely @damnandriel-in-hell 💙💙💙

1. What season did you start watching Supernatural? 

Does this mean seasons of the year or as in which series? I started with Season 1 and started watching it October 2014 :) 

2. Who was the first character you fell in love with?

Dean. And it was during Wendigo when he pulled out the M&Ms in response to bringing  orovisions. I remember immediacy laughing and saying “I found my new favourite character” 

3. Who was a character that you hated at first but grew to love? 

Gabriel. I hated him at first (and to be fair I had good reason to, he did kill Dean over and over again after all) but in The Hammer Of The Gods I really loved him and was so sad when he died. 

4. Which character would you most want to be in a long-term relationship with? 

Dean! 

5. If you could go on a date with just one character, which one would you choose? 

I think it’s pretty obvious by now that I’m trash for Dean,. 

6. What would you do on that date? 

Pizza and Netflix. Maybe sharing music? 

7. Which character would you most want to be like? 

I’d love to be as strong as Sam 💙

8. Which character would you most want to see brought back from the dead? 

Cas (even though I’m still in denial), Charlie, Eileen and Gabriel 

9. Which character would you most like to punch? 

A LOT. Naomi, Metatron, Ketch…

10. Who is your absolute favorite character? 

Dean, Cas and Charlie. (Sorry Sammy I still love ya!) 

11. Which “Big Bad” do you think was the worst? 

Dick Roman and The Leviathans. I despise everything about season 7 with every fibre of my being. 

12. Which character are you most like? 

Charlie, definitely! I think she might be my soulmate. I’m very nerdy and talk 90% in TV Show and book references. To get me to do anything my friends are ten like “"just imagine so and so actor/character is waiting for you.” 😂 Also just the phrases and things she says reminds me of myself 

13. What death hit you the hardest? 

Charlie’s or Eileen's😭 14. What season finale hit you the hardest? 

Season 2, season 5 and season 12 😭 15. What are your ten all-time favorite episodes? 

Nightshifters, Phantom Traveller, Changing Channels, The French Mistake, Fan Fiction, Jus In Bello, Lily Sunder Has Some Regrets, Celebrtaing The Life of Asa Fox, Baby, Born Under A Bad Sign. 

16. What’s been your favorite season? Season 3, Season 5 & Seaon 12.  17. Who is your favorite angel? 

Cas! Honourable mentions go too, Samandriel, Hannah and Gabriel. 

18. Who is your favorite demon? Meg! 

19. Who’s your favorite evil character? Rowena and I really liked Metatron a s a villain because he was a character you loved to hate, hated to love and was truly evil.   20. Do you have any Supernatural ships? Destiel! Saileen, Jo x Charlie and Bobby x Ellen.  21. Who’s your favorite supporting actor? Felica Day, Matt Cohen and Osric Chau 😄 22. What’s your favorite quote from the show? “We’re going to heavan Clarence!”  23. If you could cast one famous actor in an episode of SPN, who would you choose? Sebastian Stan would make a great detective/cop who ends up allying up with the boys against a monster threat…or Alyssa Milano so we can see her and Misha act together again after twenty odd years 😄

24. If you could write your own episode, what kind of creatures would you like to see included? I’d take it old school with demons and ghosts and have it set out in just one location where everyone’s trapped like in Jus In Bello and Celebrating The Life Of Asa Fox. 

25. Who’s your favorite girl that Dean’s hooked up with? Cassie or Lisa.  26. Who’s your favorite girl that Sam’s hooked up with? Um not too sure… 27. What are some of your favorite convention moments? The boys sharing family stories or when they’re messing around. Cockles at Jibcon this year is one of my particular faves! 😄 28. If you were going to guest star (or be a recurring guest star) on SPN, how would you want your character to be described? I wouldn’t mind being slightly nerdy, kindhearted but super tough. I’d like to be a character whose a reluctant hunter, who tries to help people in everyday life like buying coffee, helping with bags etc but can’t et away from the life. As a biracial woman I  very much DO NOT want Buckleming or Andrew Dabb to write any of my episodes because gurl I’d be dead instantly 😂😂😂 let Steve Yockey handle the episodes, there’s a writer who does things right.  29. What do you hope to see in the next season? Cas back, Destiel moments, the boys to catch a ucking break. AND PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THINGS GOOD PUT AN END TO LUCIFER AND HIS DAMN STORYLINE IT STOPPED BEING INTERESTING AFTER SEASON 5  30. - 40. If you had to choose… Bobby or John? Bobby! Bela or Ruby? Bela (I freaking love her!)  Jess or Madison? Madison Jo or Lisa? Jo. Charlie or Kevin? Charlie!  Balthazar or Ash? Ash (I’m in the minority who can’t stand Balthazar)  Cas or Crowley? Cas (this isn’t even a competition in my mind)  Ben or Claire? Ben.  Jody or Donna? Aaaah can’t choose, love them both!  Sam or Dean? Dean 💙

I now tag: I feel as though I’m missing  out people so if you’re also in the SPN fandom and I haven’t tagged you please feel free to do this and tag me in your answers :) 

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